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Subject: My Step-Brother Jacob – Chapter 16 DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of sexual activities between teenage boys. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you choose to read it, then – I hope you enjoy it! My Step-Brother Jacob Chapter 16 ————————————————————————– Jeremy was only a little bigger than Craig. Craig introduced Jeremy first to Andy, then to me. As we shook hands, I gripped his tightly, and pulled him toward me. I looked into his eyes and said quietly, “We need to talk!” Then I pulled him past me, dropped his hand, placed my left hand on his shoulder and pushed him toward the kitchen. Jeremy’s face was a mixture of confusion and mild fear. “John, you don’t have to do this,” Craig said, a pleading look in his eyes. “Oh yes he does,” said Andy, stepping in front of Craig, preventing him from following us. I pushed Jeremy through the swinging door, into the kitchen, then spun him around so he was facing me, and roughly shoved him backward up against the wall. I moved closer, so my face was only a few inches from his. “Craig told me what you did to him!” I snarled. Jeremy looked terrified now. “I-I d-don’t know what you mean,” he said, his voice quivering with fear. “You RAPED him!” I growled, as my face grew red with anger. “N-no, I didn’t,” he said in a tiny voice, his eyes filled with fear. “He told you to stop when you were butt fucking him and you didn’t!” I said, “That’s rape!” I grabbed his crotch and squeezed his genitals hard, until I saw tears in his eyes. “If you ever hurt him again in any way, I’ll rip these right off you and stuff them down your throat!” I snarled, and squeezed his balls even tighter. “Do you understand me?” I asked. “Y-yes!” he barely whispered. “Good!” I said letting go of his crotch. Jeremy partially doubled over, grabbing his crotch and holding it, as a tear rolled down his cheek. Craig and Andy came in then. Craig paled when he saw the look on Jeremy’s face. Jeremy quickly wiped the tears from his face and eyes. He looked miserably at Craig and said “Craig, I’m s-sorry I hurt you the other day. I didn’t mean to. Really!” I looked toward Craig, so Jeremy couldn’t see my face, and winked at him. Craig looked at Jeremy and said “well you did!” Tears filled Jeremy’s eyes again, and he said “I’m s-sorry, I c-couldn’t stop myself! I promise it won’t happen again! Can you forgive me?” Then he began crying. Craig looked at us, then at Jeremy and said “I guess.” “But if you EVER, hurt him again,” Andy butted in, glaring at Jeremy, “John’ll rip you a new asshole, like you never thought could be done!” “I know,” Jeremy said, looking down at the floor. I reached over and lifted jeremy’s chin, so he was looking at me, “I meant what I said!” “I know,” he repeated, his gaze meeting mine, “it won’t happen again, I promise.” “Good,” I said, and turned back to Craig. “OK,” I said, “Craig, I’m sorry, but we gotta get going.” Craig hugged me, and I whispered in his ear, “You tell me if he ever hurts you again – you hear?” “I will,” he whispered, “and he won’t. I can tell.” I gave Craig a squeeze. Craig and Andy hugged then. I turned and looked at Jeremy. He looked at me and said quietly, “I promise, you can trust me.” “I hope so,” I said looking at him. Then Craig walked us to the door. Craig waved at us as we backed out the driveway, and I tooted the horn. As we drove off, Andy said, “I think it’s safe to say Jeremy won’t be hurting Craig again.” “Yeah,” I agreed. “It’s a wonder he wasn’t wetting his pants. He looked terrified!” Andy snickered. “He couldn’t, I had his cock and balls in my hand and was squeezing them so tightly, he’d never have been able to!” I said. “YOU DID?” Andy exclaimed, looking at me incredulously. “Yup,” I said, grinning. Then we both laughed. “I gotta say,” Andy said, after we’d quieted down, “that was a ‘Fun’ morning!” I snickered and said, “yeah it was!” “Craig really had a good time, and learned a lot,” Andy said. “Yeah, I think he did,” I agreed. “I think if you still lived here, and I wasn’t in the picture, he’d make a move for you,” Andy said. I furrowed my brow and looked at him, “Really?” “Oh yeah, he’s got a thing for you, can’t you tell?” Andy said, smirking at me. “No, I really didn’t see that,” I said, looking at Andy. “Well, he does,” said Andy, “but he realizes, you’re not available. Besides, he seems to like me too, and I like him also.” “You’re something Andy,” I said grinning. He grinned back at me. We rode silently for a couple minutes, then Andy said “Oh!” as he looked up ahead. The cemetery was about a half mile down the road on the right. “Do you want to stop?” he asked, looking at me. “I don’t think so,” I said. “I think we should,” he said, looking at me, “You need to say good-bye to Mike.” I looked at Andy, trying to read his expression, but couldn’t. “Don’t forget your signal,” he said, as we got near the entrance. I didn’t really want to do this. “Just do it and it’ll be over with,” Andy said, as if he was reading my mind, “we have the time,” he added, looking at his watch. Just as we were about to pass the entrance, I made a hard right, and turned into the entrance. I slowed down and we quietly drove through the cemetery. I went first to my mother’s and Lynn’s graves. “You want to be alone?” Andy asked, as I parked. “No, you can come,” I said. He jumped out then, and followed me to my mother’s grave. We stood quietly for a couple minutes, then Andy said, “I wish I’d gotten to meet her, she must’ve been a great mum!” I looked at Andy, and said, “yeah, she was, and she’d have liked you!” He smiled. “Bye Mom!” I said quietly, and turned toward Lynn’s plot. “Bye Mum,” I heard Andy say as he followed me. I smiled. We trudged through the couple inches of snow on the ground, until we got to Lynn’s grave. Andy stood away few graves away, giving me some privacy. After a couple minutes, he followed me as I walked back to the car. Then we drove toward the section of the cemetery that Mike was buried in. As we neared Mike’s section, I gasped. Mike’s car was parked near his grave. “Isn’t that Mike’s car?” Andy asked. “Yeah, it is,” I said, as we pulled up behind it. I looked over at Mike’s grave and saw Brian sitting on a car mat, next to his brother’s grave. He had his back to us. We got out and walked over toward him. As we got closer, Brian said, without looking up, “I thought you might stop by here before you left.” He wiped his face with the back of his hand, before turning to face us. “How’d you know it was us?” Andy asked. “I know the sound of John’s car engine,” he grinned. “How ya doin’ Bri?” I asked. “Good as could be expected,” he answered, and reached up, holding out a half-empty pint of Jack Daniels, for us to share a swig of. I took the bottle and tipped it into my mouth, taking a good swallow, then handed it to Andy, who took a small sip, and passed it back to Brian. “How long have you been here?” I asked, walking over and straightening a couple of the flower arrangements that had started to blow apart. Brian looked at his watch, “Half hour I guess. Just sittin’ and thinkin’.” “Lot’sa good memories,” I said. “Yeah,” Brian said. Then he looked at me, and then at Andy. “Want me to wait in the car?” Andy asked. “No, stay.” Brian said, taking another swig of bourbon. “You guys were pretty close, weren’t you?” Andy said to Brian. Brian looked at Andy and said, “Yeah, we were. We went through a lot together. We talked about everything. Everything except this. So, I’m just şişli travesti sittin’ here now, trying to figure out why he did it. He was kind of unhappy for a while now, but I had no idea things were this bad!” Slowly, Brian got to his feet. He reached down and picked up the car mat, and banged it lightly on a nearby headstone, to get the snow that was stuck to the bottom of it, off. “Mike’s not answerin’ me,” he said, looking sadly at us, “and now I gotta go to work.” Brian and I looked at each other sadly, then he took what was left of the bottle of bourbon, which wasn’t much, and poured it into the flowers over Mike’s grave saying, “here you go Mike, I know you’d want us to share!” I walked over to Brian and we hugged each other. “Don’t be a stranger!” he said. “I’ll be back soon,” I said. We grinned at each other. Then Brian hugged Andy and said “Take good care of John for us, OK?” “You can count on that!” Andy said, smiling at Brian. “Bye Mike, I’ll be back,” Brian said, looking sadly at Mike’s grave. “Yeah, Bye Boob, I’ll visit again, when I get back!” I said. We walked back to our cars. Brian put the floor mat back in the car, waved, got in and took off. We got into my car and drove out of the cemetery behind him. A mile or so down the road, Brian flashed his brake lights, as he turned and headed into town. We continued on to Grandma’s. It was quarter to twelve when we got back to Grandma’s. Dad, Elizabeth and the boys pulled into the driveway, right behind us. “Good timing!” Dad said as we all got out of our cars, “did you finish all your ‘errands’?” “Yup,” I said. “Good, then let’s all make a quick pit-stop, then go eat,” he said. We stopped just long enough for everyone to use the bathroom, then drove to the restaurant. The boys rode with me and Andy, and Grandma rode with Dad and Elizabeth. We had a great meal, then lingered a while over dessert. Finally, we went back to the house. I drove my car back into its stall in Grandma’s garage, and locked it up. I hung the keys on the key rack in the kitchen, and asked John and Scott to take turns running the engine once a week again. They grinned and said they would. We finished some last minute packing, then gathered in the living room and visited until it was time to go to leave. Grandma and the boys accompanied us to the train station. I drove Grandma’s station wagon, with the boys and our luggage. Dad, Elizabeth, and Grandma followed in Dad’s rental. At the train station, Dad turned in the rental, then we gathered in the waiting area, until it was announced that we could board our train. We all hugged and kissed Grandma good-bye. Grandma and Elizabeth had tears in their eyes. Then Andy, Jacob and Harry said good-bye to the twins. Dad hugged them good-bye, and Elizabeth gave them each a hug and kiss. Finally, they turned to me to say good-bye and I saw tears welling up in their eyes. I felt my own eyes watering a little too. I pulled them both into a hug and held them a minute. Then I kissed them both on the forehead, told them I loved them, and that we’d see each other soon in England on Spring Break. They smiled, as they looked up at me through their tears, both saying they couldn’t wait. Then came last call to board. The others had all boarded already. I gave the boys one last squeeze, said Good-Bye, and boarded the train. Before the door closed, I turned and looked at the three of them as the train began to roll slowly along the tracks. They were all waving and wiping tears from their eyes. I waved, then turned, and wiping my eyes, went into the car. Up front I saw Andy waving at me. He and the boys had gotten us four seats together. I stowed my luggage in the luggage area, and joined them. Dad and Elizabeth had gotten two seats behind us, and had settled in, Dad with the paper, and Elizabeth with a book. The four of us looked out the window and talked all the way into the city. Jacob and Harry both said they’d had the time of their lives on our trip, and they couldn’t wait to come back someday. Andy agreed, that overall it had been a great trip. He was just sorry about Boob’s death. Jacob and Harry quickly agreed with him. I had to admit that, other than Mike dying, it had been a pretty good trip, and I’d had fun too. Then I said, “as much fun as it was though, I’m kind of glad to be going back home.” They all looked at me, wondering if I was ill, but one by one, they all smiled. When we arrived at Penn Central, we took our luggage, went to the bus terminal, and boarded a shuttle for JFK. It was a pleasant ride to the airport. The guys all enjoyed watching out the windows. We got off the shuttle at the British Airways terminal, went in and checked our luggage. We went through the security check points, then we were in the gate area, and had 2-3 hours left to wait before we could board the plane. It was supper time, so we found a restaurant and had a bite to eat. Then we checked out the gift shops. Finally, we went to the gate and waited to board the plane. After about half an hour, the announcement was made that we were almost ready to board, so we all started to line up (or ‘queue up’ as the British flight attendant said) by the door. Security started to pull people aside for random security checks. Of course I, with my long hair, got pulled aside. Jacob and Harry were laughing about it, so when I returned to my spot the security guard said to them, “how about you two stepping over here now.” It was my turn to laugh at them, as they got wanded, and their bags were searched. They of course looked annoyed, but cooperated. “What, you suspect them, but not me?” Andy said to the guard as he brought the boys back. The guard chuckled and ran his wand over Andy then and said, “I guess you’re OK!” We all laughed. The guard moved on and checked several other people. Shortly the door opened and we boarded. Again, on this flight, we had three pairs of seats together, one in front of the other. Dad and Elizabeth took the front pair, Andy and I the back, and Jacob and Harry were between us. Dad told us to all try and get some sleep. Jacob and Harry complained and said they wanted to watch the movie instead. Grudgingly, Dad relented and gave them some cash to rent headsets. After he sat down, Andy leaned over me and looked toward the back of the plane, then sat back and waggled his eyebrows at me, grinning lecherously. I noticed a bulge in his crotch. I grinned, as I felt my cock stir. We took off ten minutes late. Once we were in the air, they served us a roast beef dinner. It wasn’t bad. After the trays were cleared, most people settled in to get some sleep. Dad and Elizabeth turned out their lights, snuggling together under a blanket. The movie started. Jacob and Harry put on their headsets and settled in to watch it. The cabin lights dimmed. A couple minutes later, I felt Andy squeeze my thigh. I looked at him. He was grinning lewdly at me. I reached over and squeezed his crotch. He let out a small gasp. I looked toward the back of the plane. There didn’t appear to be a line for the rest rooms. So I got up and walked back. There was a male flight attendant in the galley just in front of the bathrooms. He nodded at me and smiled. I noticed his eyes travel down to the bulge in my jeans. His nostrils flared slightly as he breathed in deeply, then he looked back at me with an intense look. I grinned, but nodded behind me at Andy who was following me. The flight attendant glanced at Andy, then back at me and gave me another nod and a knowing smile. I grinned again and stepped back into the bathroom area. Andy followed me. All the bathrooms were empty. Quickly, I stepped into one, and Andy followed me, and shut the door. Immediately, I felt Andy gently squeeze my crotch. My cock was beylikdüzü travesti straining against my pants. Andy unbuckled my belt. Then he opened my jeans and pushed them and my briefs down, releasing my stiff rod from its prison. I felt his hand wrap around my shaft and begin to pump it slowly. I reached down and opened Andy’s jeans and pushed them and his underwear down, releasing his hardon as well. I sat on the toilet and sucked his cock into my mouth and began sucking up and down on it. “Oh yeah!” Andy exclaimed quietly, and leaned back against the door. I hoped he’d locked it securely, or we could end up in an embarassing situation! I sucked up and down Andy’s dick for several seconds, but then he pushed me off and said, “I want you to fuck me!” “Hmm,” I said standing up, wondering how to orchestrate that in such a small space. Andy reached into his pocket and produced a little trial-sized tube of Abolene, and handed it to me. I grinned, as he pivoted and faced the door, so I was now standing behind him. “Just give me a few paper towels,” he said. I pulled 3 or 4 from the holder and handed them to him. He wrapped them around his cock, holding them in place with his hand. Then he leaned up against the door, pushing his butt back at me, and said, “OK, I’m ready.” I snickered, and he said “well, I don’t want my cum flying all over!” I snickered, then opened the tube of Abolene and squirted it into my hand. I lubed my cock liberally, then I parted Andy’s ass cheeks and directed my hard cock between them, pressing the head of it up against his pucker. I felt Andy push back slightly against it. I pressed gently forward. Then I felt Andy’s hole open up and I slid slowly through his sphincter, and up into his rectum. “OH GOD! That feels so good!” he groaned, as I buried my cock completely inside him. Slowly I began to pull back out. Then I shoved back in, as Andy moaned quietly. I began gently fucking in and out of him. It felt great! I could tell Andy was enjoying it too, as he kept moaning lowly, and was breathing deeply and heavily. I began to fuck him a little harder and faster, relishing the feeling of my slippery cock sliding in and out of him through his tight sphincter. I began to feel my orgasm building. Andy’s butt was moving back and forth a bit now too, as his own excitement began to build. Andy was moaning quietly with every move I made. I was grunting softly myself. I fucked Andy even harder. I heard him whimper a little. A few more strokes and I felt my cum start too travel to my dick. Suddenly, gasping, I spewed my first load of hot cum deep inside Andy’s bowels. Then I heard Andy cry out softly and felt his sphincter clamp around my cock, as he began his orgasm too. I continued shoving my cock in and out of his ass, as we both came over and over, me filling his ass with my jism, he, soaking the paper towels he’d wrapped around his cock. Eventually, we both finished. I slid slowly out of his rectum, and took a paper towel and cleaned my cock off. I used some toilet tissue and wiped Andy’s asshole clean for him. He pulled the drenched paper towel from around his cock, and took some more to finish cleaning himself off. I wet a couple papertowels and soaped one and washed my dick, then dried it. Carefully we both pulled our jeans up, helping each other get dressed. We washed our hands, then Andy opened the door and peeked out. The coast was clear, so he stepped out and walked back to his seat. I waited a few seconds and stepped out, only to find myself face to face with the gay flight attendant. He grinned at me and whispered, “Thanks a lot! Imagining what you two were doing in there gave me this!” He pointed to his crotch. “I have to go wank now!” he said. I snickered and whispered, “just imagine I’m shoving my dick in and out of you!” I grinned hugely at him, and gave his crotch a quick gentle squeeze. He looked at me incredulously, but grinned. “I don’t suppose you’d care to join me would you?” I smiled and said, “Sorry, I can’t. My friend and I are ‘together’.” “That’s what I thought,” he said sadly, “OK, see you later.” I smiled at him, then headed for my seat as he stepped into the bathroom. I pulled some blankets and pillows down when I got to my seat, and Andy and I snuggled up and napped for a couple hours, until the announcement was made that we would be landing in a half hour. Everyone put away their blankets and pillows, and prepared to land. The stewards and stewardesses came through and passed out small cartons of juice and packaged sweet rolls to whoever wanted them. 15 minutes later they collected our trash, and an announcement was made that we were on our final approach into Heathrow. As the plane descended and hurtled toward the runway, I felt Andy’s hand searching for mine. I looked over at him. He was nervous again about the landing. I took his hand in mine and squeezed it. Several seconds later we touched down, and we were speeding down the runway. Andy didn’t let go of my hand until we’d slowed almost to a stop and begun taxing toward the terminal. I grinned, as he heaved a sigh of relief. A few minutes later we were walking through the tube into the terminal. We went and got our luggage, then Elizabeth, Andy, and the boys waited while Dad and I cleared Immigration, then we all went through Customs together. Of course, my bags were searched more thoroughly than anyone elses. And, of course everyone laughed. Then we went to the long-term parking lot. It was gloomy and gray, but it wasn’t raining or snowing. It was rather early in the morning too, so maybe the weather would improve. Yeah – right – who was I kidding – this was England! There in the back row, sat my old Anglia, next to Dad’s car. Dad snickered and said “kind of a let-down after the Monte Carlo, huh?” I gave him an annoyed look. He snickered some more. We loaded the cars up and got in. I followed Dad out of the parking lot and right into the right lane of on-coming traffic. The guys all started screaming at me. I could see Elizabeth screaming at Dad up ahead. Dad swerved quickly left and jumped into the correct lane, and I just managed to squeak in behind him, before we got hit. Luckily it was a Sunday morning, or there would’ve been more traffic! “OH MY GOD!” Andy gasped, panting. “And you worried about the plane landing?” I said grinning. Then I added, “Shit, now I gotta get used to driving on the left all over again!” Everyone laughed. We stopped at a grocery store and picked up some eggs, bread, juice, milk and half & half. Dad got his newspaper too. Then we continued home. All looked as it had when we left, as we pulled into the driveway. Dad unlocked the door and we dragged our luggage in. Harry and Andy left their’s in the car, as I was going to drive them home after we had breakfast. We weren’t inside two minutes when the back door burst open and Jack bounded in, followed by Mr. Walsh. Jack barked and leaped all over everyone licking us all. “Gee, you can’t tell he’s happy to see us, can you?” said Dad chuckling, as he scratched Jack’s ears and let him lick him on the nose. Mr. Walsh said it had been uneventful while we were gone. Jack was a perfect house guest at his house, and he was going to miss him. We invited him to stay for breakfast, but he declined. He had to get to church. I filled Jack’s water bowl and put some food in his dish, and he rubbed happily around me, knowing then that we would be staying home. Dad told Andy and Harry to call their parents and let them know we got in OK, and that they’d be home after breakfast. I asked Jacob and to please take our luggage up to our rooms, while I cooked breakfast. I started some coffee for me and Dad, and heated water for tea for Elizabeth and Andy. Harry, came back into istanbul travesti the kitchen, after getting off the phone, and set the table. I had him pour some milk for himself and Jacob. Dad made toast. I fried up some bacon we had in the freezer, and scrambled some eggs. As Elizabeth came back into the kitchen, and the smell of the frying bacon hit her nose, she ran for the bathroom. She returned a couple minutes later saying she thought she’d skip breakfast and go take a nap. “Are you OK?” Dad asked her. “Probably just all the travel,” she said smiling weakly, as she said Good-Bye to Andy and Harry, then headed upstairs. The rest of us had a good big breakfast together when it was all cooked. Jack laid on my feet, under the table, and happily accepted tidbits of bacon. Everyone else was rather quiet though. Dad looked tired. Andy looked sad, and Harry looked truly dismal. “Aren’t you glad to be home?” I asked them. “No!” Harry burst out, “I wish we were still at Grandma’s!” “It was a fun trip!” Andy said. Then he thanked us for including him. Harry did too. Dad smiled at them and told them he was glad they’d been able to join us and that they’d had a good time. I said, “Well, we do have to call Grandma and the twins and let them know we got home alright. I suppose we can use Dad’s speaker phone, and all talk to them!” The guys thought that was a great idea. Dad told us to go do that, and he would clean up. So we went up to Dad’s den and made the call, using the speaker phone he had up there. Grandma and the boys had a speaker phone too, so we were all able to talk at once. We talked with them about 10 minutes, then hung up. Then it was time to take Harry and Andy home. We headed downstairs. We found Dad settled in the living room with the paper in his favorite chair, Jack sprawled in front of the fireplace, a fire burning. “I missed the fireplace,” Dad said, “and I think Jack did too!” I told Dad we were taking Andy and Harry home. He said good-bye to them, and they thanked him again for taking them with us. Dad grinned. Jack leaped up as he saw us putting our jackets on. “Hmm – guess you wanta go for a ‘Ride’!” I said, and he started bounding around barking. “OK, OK, calm down, you can come too!” I said. Dad snickered, “I’ll keep the fire going for you Jack!” We went out to the car, and Jack leaped into the backseat, between Jacob and Harry. As I backed out of the driveway, Andy said “For God’s sake, remember to stay LEFT!” Everyone laughed. I managed to stay left just fine, all the way to Harry’s house. We all got out, except Jack. The door burst open before we even got to the front steps, and Harry’s mother ran out and threw her arms around her son, hugging and kissing him. “Aw Mum! C’mon!” Harry complained, although he was smiling. “Come, come, let’s get inside,” she said, “it’s a wee bit damp today.” I snickered, “I so missed the British accents and speech patterns!” Harry’s dad appeared in the kitchen doorway, and came out and hugged Harry. Then he stood up and said “What’s that on yer ear?” “Oh my God!” Laney shrieked, “You got pierced!” “Oh no,” said his mother, “why’d you go and do that now?” Harry turned red and gulped as his father looked at him disapprovingly. I cleared my throat and said, “Um, it’s my fault. See I have one and Jacob decided he wanted one, so then Harry wanted one too, and even Andy did. Well, I let them get them, and in fact, I paid for it as a gift, so if you’re upset, please be upset with me, not Harry. Besides, he can take it out and it’ll close up, if you really have a problem with it.” “NO!” Harry shouted. “Shh” I whispered. Before Harry’s dad could say anything, Laney piped up “Well I love it! I think it looks great! And if I can have pierced ears, he should be able to too!” Her father looked at her rather annoyed, “Yer a girl, it’s different fer girls. He’s a boy, they’re gonna be callin’ him a sissy!” Then he looked at Harry, as he continued, “But now he’s got it, I think he best keep it and find out fer himself!” “I can handle it,” Harry said, looking up at his father with a hurt look on his face. “I hope you can son,” his father said. “So how was your trip?” Harry’s mum asked, changing the subject. We stayed, standing in the hallway for a few minutes telling them a synopsis of our trip, then I suggested we get Andy home, as his parents would be wondering where we were. Andy, Jacob and I all hugged Harry good-bye, and Harry whispered “Thanks!” in my ear. I squeezed him, and tickled him in the ribs, causing him to giggle. Laney came over to me, after I released Harry, and wrapped her arms around me, said “Welcome Home John!” and pulled me to her. Then she kissed me, rather forcefully, on the lips, as everyone looked on. “Give the lad a chance to breathe! For Christ’s sake girl!” her father said, after a few seconds. “Now don’t be using the lord’s name that way, especially on Sunday,” Harry’s mother said, glaring at her husband. Jacob and Harry snickered. I could see that Andy didn’t look happy. Gently I pushed Laney away, and said “wow, ok, um – see you guys at school tomorrow I guess.” Then the three of us left. We were quiet as we walked back to the car. Once we were in it, Andy looked at me and said, “was it good for you?” “What?” I asked. “Laney’s kiss! Was it good for you?” he said. “Not as good as your’s!” I said, grinning at him, and squeezing his thigh. He smiled then. At Andy’s house, we rang the bell. A minute later, his father opened the door and smiled when he saw it was us. He hugged Andy, then said “Jaysus Aitch Cerist! What the fuck is that thing you’re wearin’???” “It’s an earring Dad,” Andy said. “What’re ya – a queer?” his father asked. Andy blushed profusely, and looked upset. His mother walked in then, and her eyes lit up as she saw Andy. She ran to him and hugged him, but noticed that there was a confrontation of sorts going on between Andy and his father. Then she too saw Andy’s earring. She didn’t seem too happy herself. There were footsteps on the stairs, and Andy’s older brother, who I’d never met before, as he was away at school all the time, came down the stairs. “Ha! Did I hear you got an earring now, you little faggot?” he asked, grinning nastily. Andy looked miserable. “Don’t be callin’ your brother bad names Ian!” his mother admonished him. “Well, if it fits…” his brother said, then he looked at Andy and said, “you were queer enough without the earring – what’re ya trying to call more attention to yourself for?” “It’s none of anyone’s business if I have an earring or not!” Andy said finally. Andy’s brother snickered and went out to the kitchen. “Your Brother’s right!” Andy’s father said, looking at him, “all this’ll do is cause the other kids to think you’re queer fer sure! Aahh! You’re the one’s got ta live with it!” Then he started up the stairs. “I have to agree with your father, Andrew,” said his mother, “Anyway, I’m glad you’re home! I have to check my cake I’m baking now!” She went out to the kitchen then. Andy looked pretty miserable. “Can you imagine how they’d react if they thought I really was gay?” he whispered to us. “Yeah, best stay in the closet a bit longer yet,” I said, quietly. Then I said, “We’d better get going. We’ll pick you up in the morning for school.” We gave each other a quick hug good-bye, then Jacob and I left. Elizabeth slept the rest of the day, and that evening, Dad went to bed early too. I was in my room strumming my guitar, Jack was snoozing in his dog bed on the floor in the corner. Jacob walked in the door and shut it quietly. As he stood next to my bed, smiling down at me, I noticed a bulge in his crotch. It gave a twitch as I looked at it. I looked up at Jacob, and he grinned and said, “It was a great trip, but I really missed you! Can we ‘you know?'” I winked and grinned back at him, as he pulled off his T-shirt, then began taking off his pants. ————————————————————————– The next chapter in this series will be published shortly.

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