One Big Happy Family

by: Hankster

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Bryce and Douglas were both twenty-eight years old, but that’s not important.  What is important is that they were partnered since they were seventeen, and married since they were twenty-three.  They both taught in the same high school.  Doug was a jock, and taught Phys-ed.  Bryce taught history and social studies.

They had a two bedroom rental apartment, two streets from their school in Forest Hills, NY.  They got a lot more bang for their buck in Queens than in Manhattan.  Besides they were only a short subway ride away from everything New York had to offer a gay couple.

Time had not diminished their love for each other.  They were young and they made love almost every night.  They never just made love; they were passionate and sensual with one another.  They were also innovative, and were not shy about trying new positions or new acts of love.  They lived a life that most couples could only yearn for.

Then one beautiful warm Friday in late May, something happened that would change their lives forever.  Although their lives would be altered, their love for each other would be strengthened. 

It all happened in Bryce’s last social studies class of the day.  One of the students in that class was Steven Jansen.  Bryce always found Steve to be very quiet and introverted.  He did not interact well with his classmates.  If he was back in elementary school, he would have gotten an “F” in “plays well with others.”

That fateful morning, Steve took a seat in the rear of the classroom.  He didn’t as much sit as he slumped into the chair.  His head fell down toward his chest, and Bryce could not see his face.  He asked the boy twice if something was wrong, but he got no answer.  He walked up to his student and raised the boy’s head.  Bryce gasped.  Steve had two black eyes, a cut on his right cheek, and a bloody lip.

“My God, what happened?” Bryce screamed.

Steve only stared at him with glassy eyes.  Bryce yelled to the rest of the class, “Do homework, read, or whatever you want to do.  I’ll be back after I take Steve to the nurse.”

When they got to the nurse, Bryce asked her to examine and treat him. 

“I’m teaching my last class of the day,” Bryce added.  “Please hold him here until I return after class.”

The nurse promised that she would.

Bryce’s interest in his student was more than just concern.  This happily married man was willing to admit that he was physically attracted to Steve.  The lad was sixteen, but very mature, at least when he wasn’t slouching.  He was quite handsome.  He was six feet tall.  His hair was ash blond.  His eyes were blue, and he had plenty of muscle.  Of course, Bryce wouldn’t act on his feelings if his life depended on it.

“I’ve cleaned his bruises and put on some antiseptic ointment,” the nurse said.  “He’s good to go, but he won’t tell me who did this to him.  Maybe you can get it out of him.  He tells me that his mother is dead, but he won’t let me call his father to pick him up.”

“It doesn’t matter what he wants,” Bryce said.  “I’ll take him home, and I’ll call his father.”

The nurse did not want to get involved in calling the police and reporting the abuse as she should have.  She was hot to trot to enjoy the weekend with her boyfriend, so she said, “Okay, he’s all yours.”

Bryce took Steve’s hand.  “Come,” he said.  “I live only two blocks away.  I’ll pick up my car, and drive you home.  If you’re up to it, we can walk you home.”

A look of pure terror crossed Steve’s face, but he said nothing.  Bryce was stunned by his reaction.  As soon as they left the building, Bryce asked him where he lived.

“I can’t go home,” Steve whimpered.  “I’m gay, Mr. Halsey.  I know you are too.”

“So you’re gay.  That doesn’t explain why you can’t go home.”

“I couldn’t tell this to just any teacher, but I can tell you.  My Dad caught me having sex with my best friend next door.  He beat me up and kicked me out.  He told me not to come back, and he didn’t care where I went or what I did.  Only his exact words were that he didn’t give a fuck.  He was drunk, Mr. Halsey.  Maybe he’ll feel differently after he sobers up.”

“Wow,” Bryce said.  “That sucks.  My husband and I never had a problem with our parents.  They loved us, and accepted the inevitable.  They even helped us celebrate our wedding.  That was a big step for them to take.”

“I guess I’m not so lucky.”

“Tell you what, Steve.  You come home with me, and have dinner with us.  After dinner, I’ll call your father.  If he’s sober, I’ll ask him if it’s all right to bring you home.”

Steve started to cry.  “Gee, thanks, Mr. Halsey.  I didn’t know what I was going to do,” he sobbed.

“My husband teaches here also.”

“I know.  He’s my Phys-ed teacher.” 

“He always showers after his last class, so I go home without him.  Come on.  We’ll surprise him when he gets home,” Bryce smiled at Steve.

Doug was more than surprised when he walked into his apartment and saw a very handsome, but very beat up, young man sitting on the sofa.  He was so bruised that Doug didn’t recognize him for a moment, but finally he did.

“Steve,” he shouted out.  “What are you doing here?  Who did this to you?  What’s going on?”

“Mr. Jackson, I … I …” Steve tried to tell Doug what was happening, but he couldn’t speak.  Bryce took over and explained everything. 

Doug was appalled.  He put his arm around Steve’s shoulder, and murmured, “You poor kid.”

It was only four o’clock so Bryce said, “It’s way too early for dinner, and I was only going to serve left overs tonight.  I haven’t got enough for the three of us, so let’s all go out to dinner,”

“That’s a great way to start the weekend,” Doug said.  “Let’s chat for a while, and then go to Max’s.  Max is a gay bar and grill,” he explained to Steve.  “They’ll let you in with us, but no alcohol.  You can have coke.”

“Steve’s eyes lit up.  “I’ve never eaten in a restaurant my whole life.  This is so neat.  Thank you, Mr. Halsey.  Thank you, Mr. Jackson.” 

Bryce and Doug looked at each other in astonishment.

Everything that he saw at the restaurant awed Steve.  He may have been sixteen, but he was as excited as a ten year old.

Some friends of Bryce and Doug came over to their table, and kidded them about the twink they were going to enjoy tonight.  The two teachers were not in a mood for joviality and told their friends to get lost.

Steve didn’t know what to order for dessert.  His dad never served dessert.  Doug ordered a banana split for him.  His eyes popped out of his head, and he ate every last bite.  Bryce ordered after dinner drinks for him and Doug.  They never drank, but frankly, he was trying to delay the time when he would have to call Steve’s father.

But time marches on, and Bryce had to steel himself.  He activated the speaker on his phone, and called Mr. Jansen.  He identified himself and told him why he was calling.  Jansen sounded sober enough, but what the three gay men heard angered them.

“You can throw the fucking faggot into the gutter for all I care, but don’t bring him near me.  I could never have a fag son.  His fucking mother must have cheated on me.  I’m glad the bitch is dead.”  He hung up with a loud clang.

Steve started to cry.  “What’ll I do?” he sobbed.

“You’ll stay with us in the guest room for the weekend,” Doug said.  It’s set up as an office, but it has a sleep sofa.  We’ll call Social Services on Monday morning.”

“I have no clothes or toiletries,” Steve pointed out.

“You’re about the same size as Doug,” Bryce said.  “We’ll lend you some clothes, and we have plenty of toiletries.”

“Let me take a picture of your face,” Doug said, and he aimed his phone at Steve.

“Why?” Steve asked.

“You’re a minor, and we’re two gay men.  Your father might want to blackmail us, and accuse us of having sex with a minor.  We’d deny it, of course, but these pictures would go a long way in proving our case.  The school nurse didn’t call the police, but she recorded the incident.  That’ll help also.”

“I’m never going to see my father again, and I’ll never tell him where I am.  As for having sex with you guys, I wouldn’t mind.”

“Forget about it,” Doug said.

“It’ll never happen,” Bryce added.

Later that night, they made up the sleep sofa, and gave Steve toiletries and a pair of pajamas.  Although he was practically a full grown man, they tucked him in.

“I hate wearing pajamas,” Steve said.

“For obvious reasons, you’ll wear them while you’re here,” Doug said.

“Mr. Jackson,” Steve said.  “I want to tell you something.”

“Sure.”

“My father told me that black people had no smarts.  They could barely make a living as dishwashers.  Good stuff coming from a man on welfare.  Well, he was wrong.  You’re black, and you’re educated.  You’re smart and you’re a teacher.  You and Mr. Halsey were very brave to get married.  Not only do you have to face bigots because you’re gay, but also because you’re a mixed race couple.  You have no idea how much I admire you two men.  I felt that way even when I was just your student.”

Bryce and Doug were thoroughly embarrassed.  They ran off to their bedroom.  As they did they heard Steve say, “Thanks for taking me in.  I love you both.”

When they got to their bedroom, they closed the door.  Seeing Steve naked for a brief second, while he put on his pajamas, had made both of them exceptionally horny.  The boy was uncut and well hung.

They had a noteworthy love session that night, and Steve heard every last sound in the small apartment.  Before Bryce and Doug were through making love, Steve jerked off twice.

On Saturday they had a fun day.  After breakfast, Doug and Steve got into a pick up soft ball game in a nearby park, while Bryce looked on.  Some of the men asked about his black eyes, and Steve just said that he had been in an accident.  They went home to shower, and after lunch they went shopping and bought Steve a few needful things. 

Doug ordered three tickets to a NY Islander hockey game on line.  After dinner they all went.  Steve and Doug were cheering their lungs out.  Bryce was pretty disinterested.

On Sunday, Bryce and Doug took Steve to their gay church.  It was uncanny, but it was the first time the boy had ever been in a church.  Once again everything that occurred there awed him.  But in the afternoon, Steve’s mood changed drastically.  He became morose and somber.

It didn’t take an Einstein to figure out why.  He believed that on Monday after classes, some fat social worker was going to take him away.  Bryce said to listen up.

“There’s a social service agency out there that places gay teen-agers with gay couples.  Sometimes they’ll place the boy with a single gay man, but that’s rare.  The agency feels that the boy needs good role models.  If I must say so myself, Doug and I are good role models.  I don’t want to make any promises, Steve, but that’s the agency I’ll call, and see if I can get you placed with us, legally.”

*****

There was a lot of red tape to deal with, but the court allowed Steve to stay with his teachers during that wearying period.  In the end, they were successful, and Steve became Bryce and Doug’s foster child.  Poor Steve, now he had something else to deal with.  The other students razzed him and called him ‘teacher’s pet.’  He was smart enough to laugh it off.

After Steve became an official member of the household, the three men weren’t so uptight.  They began to relax the rules a bit.  Steve announced that he hated pajamas and was going to sleep nude as he used to when he lived with his father.  So his foster parents went to bed commando as they used to before Steve came to stay with them.  They even got so bold as to walk around naked if they felt like it.

Then one Saturday night, Steve brought home a trick.  The boy was a fellow student in his Phys-ed class.  Doug had no idea the boy was gay.  So much for gaydar.  This time it was Bryce and Doug who strained to hear every sound.   It was obvious that both boys came more than once.

Time passed quickly, and Steve was transformed into a happy, well-adjusted young man.  Shortly before his eighteenth birthday, he asked his foster parents if they wanted him to leave after his birthday.

Bryce got hysterical.  “What kind of a super jerk are you?  This is your home dufus.  You’ll always have a home with us.”

Steve got cute.  “I don’t know if that’s such a good idea,” he said.  I can’t get any sleep around here.  You two guys make too much noise when you fuck."

“Doug laughed.  “Watch your tongue, young man.  We don’t fuck.  We make love.”

“I know you do,” Steve sobbed.  He jumped up and embraced each parent in turn.  Neither of them was mistaken.  Both of them felt a perfectly erect package.

“Don’t worry,” Steve said.  “After graduation, I’ll get a job, and pay my way.”

“You’ll do no such thing, Steve.  You’re going to college,” Bryce said.

“But I haven’t even sent off any applications, and I’ll never get a scholarship.  I can’t afford college.”

“You’re a bigger nerd than I thought,” Doug said.  “He’s pretty stupid, Bryce.  Maybe we shouldn’t finance his education.”

“What?” Steve muttered.

“Listen, Steve,” Bryce said, “you’re our son, and we’ll treat you that way.  You have no say in the matter.”

“I’ve applied to Queens and Brooklyn Colleges and to CCNY on your behalf,” Doug informed his foster son.  “We should hear from them all very soon.”

Now Steve was crying like a baby and not apologizing for doing so.  He grabbed them both in a strong embrace, and once again they could feel his package.  Unfortunately, (or fortunately, as the case may be), it titillated both of them.

It is probable that all three men knew it would happen someday.  They all went to a gay bar the evening of Steve’s eighteenth birthday.  After lots of celebrating and too much drinking by Bryce and Doug, they came home, went into their separate bedrooms and stripped.  Just as the teachers were getting into bed, Steve bounded in and jumped on their bed.  .  There were no objections from the older men.  Bryce crawled in on one side of him and Doug on the other. 

Steve went down on Doug, and started to masturbate Bryce at the same time.  It was Bryce who said, “Let’s fuck.  Steve, you can be in the middle.”

While Steve was still in college, he brought home a very handsome young man one day.  He introduced Greg to his fathers.  Steve and Greg began to date, and Greg practically moved in.  During their junior year at Queens College, the two young men announced that they were partners and soul mates. 

After graduation, when they were gainfully employed, Steve moved out, and he and Greg rented an apartment in the same building as Bryce and Doug.  The older men resumed their monogamy, and so did Steve and Greg.

They were the four best friends in the whole city of New York.