Date: Mon, 28 Apr 2003 21:00:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Step-Brother Jacob - Chapter 12

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 12
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In less than two hours, we were climbing off the train at the station in
Asbury Park, and the twins were barreling down the platform at me,
screaming my name! Everyone jumped out of the way quickly, as I knelt
down and they both leaped into my arms. "I missed you guys SO much!" I
said, as they both hugged me and buried their faces in my hair. "We did
too!" they chorused. I gave them each a kiss on the cheek. The three of
us were still hugging each other tightly, as Grandma walked up, smiling.
She and Dad exchanged hugs, then Dad introduced her to everyone. I
finally extricated myself from the boys' grip and stood up. I Pushed
them away from me a bit, and said "Wow! You've both grown at least an
inch or two, since I last saw you, and that wasn't that long ago!" They
were both all smiles, but then looked a tad shy as I began introducing
them to the guys and Elizabeth. After everyone was introduced, I stepped
over and hugged and kissed Grandma. She looked good. "I didn't expect
to see you guys till after we checked into the Hotel." I said.
"Hotel???" the twins, and Grandma all chorused, looking at me like I was
crazy. "Um, well, yeah - we'll be down at the Quality Inn," I said.
"NOOOO!!" John and Scott both cried, looking urgently at their
grandmother. "You'll all be staying with us!" Grandma said, "We have
room enough!" Then she and Dad got into a lively discussion about the
arrangements. In the end, much to Dad's dissatifaction (he thought we
were taking unfair advantage of them), it was agreed that Jacob, Andy,
Harry and I would stay with Grandma and the twins, and Dad and Elizabeth
would stay at the hotel. Dad rented a car, and then Grandma rode with
him and Elizabeth and their luggage, and I drove Grandma's station wagon
with the five boys and our luggage. It was strange driving on the right
again, after I'd driven for so many weeks on the left! First thing out
of the airport parking lot, I turned down the left lane by mistake. The
twins started shrieking in time for me to realize and shift to the right
lane, before we were in a head-on collision.

Shortly we pulled up in front of Grandma's and the twins' house. "Wow!"
Andy said, as I turned in the driveway, "You sure have big houses here!
Which one is your's?" he asked, looking at the two neighboring houses.
"That one." I said, pointing to the one on the right, as we drove past
it, into the back yard. "A tree house!" Harry exclaimed. "C'mon, we'll
show it to you!" the twins exclaimed, as they got out of the car. Jacob
and Harry ran off with them over the inch or so of snow on the grass, and
they all climbed up into the tree house. "Is that where you saw the
twins sucking each other off?" Andy asked. "Yeah," I said grinning. He
grinned back. Just then, the back door of my house opened, and a woman
came out. She looked over and asked, "Are you the landlord's son? I
heard you were coming for a visit." I chuckled and said "Well, actually,
I'm John, your landlord. The house was my mother's and it was left to
me. And, yes, we're here for a short visit. This is my friend Andy."
"Oh!" she said, surprised, "I'm sorry. And, I'm sorry about your mom."
"Thanks," I said, "how's things with the house? Any problems?" "No,"
she said, "we're very happy here. It's a great house!" "Thanks," I
said, "I'll be around for a few days if you think of anything." "OK,"
she said, "I'd love to hear all about England sometime too, but I have to
run pick up my daughter at nursery school now. Bye." "OK, Bye," we
replied, and she left.

I walked over to the garage and opened the door, and sitting inside it
was my Monte Carlo SS. It had a small film of dust on it. I took a
towel of a hook on the wall and started dusting it off. "Wow! Is that
your car?" Andy asked. I'd told him about it back in England. "Yup!" I
said proudly, "Sure is nicer than that old Anglia I have back home, eh?"
Andy snickered, as he walked into the garage and looked the car over.
"It's beautiful John! But what's this about London being home now? I
thought THIS was your home?" I snickered, "Well - I guess both are
now!" We both grinned. "I'm glad," Andy said, smiling.

Dad pulled into the driveway then. Once everyone was out of the car,
Grandma told us to all come into the house for lunch, and to bring our
bags. I ung up the towel and hollered for the boys to come in. They
clambered quickly down out of the treehouse, and we all followed Grandma
in and up the stairs to the second floor. She asked if Andy and I, and
Jacob and Harry minded sharing beds. We said that'd be fine with us,
then she showed Jacob and Harry into the guest room, and me and Andy into
Lynn's old room. It was still pretty much the way it was when Lynn was
still alive. I must've sighed audibly as I looked around it. Grandma
looked at me and asked if I'd be OK in Lynn's old room. Smiling, I said
it was fine. I noticed Andy was studying me carefully. Grandma left
then and told me to show the boys the bathroom and linen closet, and to
be downstairs in 10 minutes. Then she went downstairs to set lunch out.

"Are you OK here John?" Andy asked, looking at me with concern. "Sure,
I'm fine!" I said smiling. Then Jacob and Harry appeared. I showed them
the bathroom and linens, and they went to wash up. When they were
finished they went downstairs, and Andy and I washed and then joined
everyone.

Grandma had put out cold cuts, rolls, bread, salads, and baked beans for
lunch. We had a very pleasant, and somewhat noisy lunch. Afterward, Dad
said that he and Elizabeth would like to go to the hotel and check in,
but that they wanted to take everyone to dinner later. Grandma said
that'd be fine, but the next night she'd cook dinner. So Dad and
Elizabeth left. The twins wanted to drag me off to play with them, but I
made everyone help with cleaning up the table and doing the dishes
first. Grandma asked if I'd watch the twins for a while. She wanted to
go to the grocery store. I agreed, of course. After she left, Scott
asked if I'd drive us all to the mall. They wanted to play in the video
arcade. That's all Harry and Jacob needed to hear. Then they wanted to
go too. So I asked Scott where my car keys were, and he pointed to the
key rack by the back door. "OK, let's see if the car starts," I said.
"It does," John cried, "we've started it once a week for you and let it
run, just like you said!" I grinned. We all put on our jackets and
left. "Bring a house key," I reminded the twins. John said he had his.
They all waited outside the garage, while I started the car and backed
out. God how I'd missed my car! After they'd all climbed in, I drove to
the mall, which was a few miles away. Jacob said "I wish we could have
this car back in England! Can you imagine the looks on the guys' faces
at school?" The four of us chuckled, thinking about that.

At the mall, I gave the boys each $10 for tokens and Andy and I wandered
down the mall. I stopped in a couple shops and picked up a few items I
hadn't been able to find in England. Then we went to the food court for
a snack. By then, the boys had come looking for us, and joined us. We
were just getting ready to leave, when along came five guys, my age,
headed straight for us. "Uh oh - trouble on your left," Andy muttered to
me. Everyone looked left. Grinning, I leaped out of my chair, just as
they were all about to pounce on me! It Mike (Boob), Pete (Legs),
Mitchell (Turkey), Craig (Van Gogh), and Steve (Boner) - the guys from my
band. We all hugged and pummeled one another for a minute, laughing, as
the others looked on. Then I introduced everyone. Jacob and Harry had
to try hard not to snicker at "Boob" and "Boner". "Hey!" Harry piped up,
"What's your nickname?" "Never mind!" I answered gruffly. "He's
'Horse'!" Boob snickered. "Horse?" Jacob asked, "why 'Horse'?" Boob
didn't answer, he just pointed at his crotch. Then all the guys laughed,
as Jacob turned red in the face and said "Oh - yeah - now it makes
sense!" "Thanks Boob!" I said, glaring at him. He just snickered some
more.

We dragged another table over and the guys got some snacks, we got some
more ourselves, and we all sat and shot the shit for a while. Boob was
sitting opposite me. I noticed he seemed intent on checking Andy out,
who was sitting next to me. Every so often, I noticed he was studying me
intently as well. He had a kind of sad look on his face when he did. I
made a mental note to talk with him sometime when we could get a few
minutes alone, and see what was up. After our food was gone, Turkey
asked if I'd be able to make rehearsal tomorrow, and I said I'd be there,
that I'd left the afternoon open for it. So we agreed to meet at the
school auditorium, at 1:00, and we'd have it for 3 hours. Then it was
time for us to get going.

As we drove home, we passed the cemetery where my mother, and Lynn were
buried. "John. Don't you want to stop?" John asked. "Is this where
your mum and Lynn are?" Jacob asked quietly. "Yeah," I said, "um - I
hadn't planned on doing this yet." "Maybe you should do it now, and then
it won't be hanging over your head," Andy suggested. Silence settled
over the car, as I drove past the entrance. "I need to get flowers
first," I said, "there's a flower shop at the corner." We rode quietly.
I got out and went in and got a bouquet for my mother, and a single
long-stemmed red rose for Lynn. We drove back to the cemetery in
silence, and I drove to a spot that was midway between my mother's and
Lynn's graves. Everyone got out. They all followed me to my mother's
grave. The headstone had been placed. It hadn't been before I left.
Tears filled my eyes as I finally saw her name and dates carved in stone
for the first time. Andy was standing next to me and put his arm around
me. "I'm alright," I said, "but, can I do this alone please?" "OK,
we'll be back at the car, if you need us, c'mon guys," Andy said. "Do
you want to see our parents'?" I heard Scott ask, as they left. Out of
the corner of my eye, I saw them head toward Lynn and her parents'
graves. After they were gone, I knelt in the snow and laid the flowers
in front of Mom's headstone, then I couldn't hold back my tears any
longer and I covered my face and wept. Eventually, I got myself under
control, and stood up. I saw that Andy was shepherding the boys back to
the car, so I made my way to Lynn's grave. Kneeling again, I laid the
rose on the snow in front of her stone, and told her how I'd finally
found out how Dylan was, and had a picture of him. As I spoke, tears
again flooded my eyes. After a few minutes, I got up and walked back to
the car, wiping my eyes. When I got in the car, I noticed Andy had tears
in his eyes. "You OK?" he asked softly. "Yeah," I replied, not looking
at him. I drove out of the cemetery. "Let's take the long way home," I
said and headed for the highway. Pulling onto it, I punched the gas
pedal and we roared down the road. Scott leaned up past me and turned on
the stereo and popped in a cassette I'd left sitting in the player. Loud
music filled the air. As I hit the straightaway, where we came to drag
race occasionally, I floored the gas pedal, and we took off like a
rocket. After a minute, we settled out at a good rate of speed. Andy
yelled over the music, "Uh, John, can you slow down please?" I glanced
over and he had a terrified look on his face. I looked down at the
speedometer. We were doing 110 MPH, so I took my foot off the gas, and I
lowered the volume on the music, much to the twins' chagrin. When we
finally slowed down to about 60, Andy relaxed a bit and said "Are you
OK?" "What?" I replied, "I had to blow any carbon out of the engine
once!" "Well, let's leave it in the engine from now on, OK?" he said,
shakily. I snickered a little and said "Wuss!" Everyone laughed then.
Andy reached over and squeezed my shoulder, as I exited the highway and
turned down the road toward Grandma's house. "Now I really wish we had
this car back in London!" Jacob said, his eyes sparkling. "Yeah, it sure
does beat my old Anglia, doesn't it?" I asked, looking in the rearview at
him. He grinned.

When we got back to the house, Grandma told us to get cleaned up. Dad
had called and we were going to my favorite steak house for supper. They
picked us up a half hour later. I had Prime Rib and jumbo fried shrimp -
my favorite surf-n-turf combo. It was great! I wish they'd open a
branch in London! Afterward, we all visited a while back at the house.
Around 10 PM, Dad and Elizabeth left, saying they'd be back after
breakfast. I reminded them that I had a rehearsal the next afternoon,
and they said they'd take the guys and do something, so we could rehearse
in peace. I grinned, as I heard a bunch of groans from the boys. "Dad's
right," I said, "we only have this one rehearsal before the show - so we
have to rehearse seriously tomorrow - no goofing off. So you guys can't
come to that one! Sorry!" They all looked disappointed. Dad and
Elizabeth said goodnight and left then. "Bed Time boys" Grandma said,
looking at the twins. "John! Will you sleep with us tonight?" Scott
cried. "Yeah!" John added. I saw that Andy looked disappointed.
"Aren't you guys getting a little old for me to be sleeping with you?" I
asked, and they looked embarassed. I mussed their hair and gave them
each a hug and sent them off to bed. "You guys get going to bed too," I
said to Jacob and Harry. They snickered and followed the twins
upstairs. "Well, I see everything's under control," Grandma said, "so
good night fellas." She hugged us both and walked off to her room. We
shut out the lights and went upstairs then too.

Once we were in our room, Lynn's room, Andy grinned, and said "So what do
you want to do?" As he said that, my eyes fell on a framed picture of
Lynn and myself that sat on the dresser. Suddenly, I felt really funny
about the idea of having sex in Lynn's room - in her bed - a bed we'd had
sex in ourselves on several occasions. I must've had a strange look on
my face, because Andy said, "what's the matter?" Blushing, I tried to
explain what I was feeling. I could see the hurt look on Andy's face
though. I reached over and rubbed his arm. "It's not that I don't want
to Andy, it's just that I can't in here!" I said. Finally he said,
"maybe you should sleep with the twins tonight then," and he looked
away. I tried to get him to talk again, but he said he was OK, just
tired. He stripped and crawled into bed, turning his back on me. "Go
on," he said, "I'm fine. Besides, they'll be thrilled, and I know you
probably want some time with them too." I crawled on the bed and leaned
over Andy and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm sorry," I said quietly.
"It's OK," he sighed, "go - before they're asleep." So I padded out of
the room, closed the door and headed to the twin's room.

I tapped lightly on the twins' door, but got no answer. I heard their
stereo going and figured they couldn't hear me tapping, and I didn't want
to disturb everyone in the house by pounding any louder, so I opened the
door and stepped in. As I shut the door and turned around, I heard a
yelp from one of the boys, and turned in time to see them on one of the
beds together, leaping apart from a '69' position. They were both naked,
and their penises were both hard, and wet, from being sucked on. They
both had more pubic hair, and their penises looked slightly bigger than
the last time I'd seen them naked. Both boys turned crimson, and tears
filled John's eyes, as they realized I'd seen enough to know what they
were doing. Both shrank into sitting positions and tried to cover their
genitals with their hands. I felt terrible, and was tinging red myself
as well. "I'm SO sorry guys!" I started. They sat completely still,
both looking down at the bed, and I could tell the way their shoulders
were twitching, that they were both starting to cry. "I shouldn't have
just walked in," I said. "I-I tried knocking, but you didn't answer," I
added. "Listen," I said, "it's OK. I didn't really see anything."
"Y-you s-saw enough to know what we were doing though," Scott said,
almost inaudibly. I walked over to the bed and nudged them apart, so
there was room for me to sit on the edge of it, between them. I put an
arm around each of them and hugged them both, and said "yeah, I know what
you were doing, but it's OK! Really!" John sniffled and looked up at me
"it's OK?" "Yeah," I said, looking down at him, "a lot of times, guys
your age who are close to each other, experiment with sex a little to see
what it's all about. You guys being twins, I rather expected you to try
some stuff out like this." "You did?" Scott asked, looking up
incredulously at me. I grinned and said "yeah! And you guys are NOT
doing anything wrong!" Both of them stopped crying then, and began
listening, as I explained in more detail how boys their age sometimes
have sex together, in an effort to figure out what it's all about, as
well as to quench their horny desires. They both grinned finally at
that. Then, they were full of questions, all of which I answered, except
a couple personal ones. After about a half hour, with all their
questions answered, I decided I'd best go back to Lynn's room afterall.
So we said goodnight. "I'm still Horny, Scott," I heard John whispering,
as I shut their door behind me. I chuckled quietly to myself, as I
tiptoed back into Lynn's room, and undressed and crawled in next to
Andy. I thought I heard him sniffling a little. I listened, and heard
nothing, no snoring either, so I asked "you awake yet?" No answer. So I
snuggled up behind Andy and put an arm over him, spooning him. "I love
you Andy," I whispered. In a few minutes, I heard him snoring and knew
he had been awake, but was now asleep. I fell asleep then too.

I woke up squinting as a bright light shined in my face. Something from
the middle of the light began to move toward me. A person walked out of
the light and stood at the foot of the bed, and the light behind them
dimmed, to a low watt halo. As the image cleared, I saw that it was Lynn
who'd walked out of the light. She began to speak, telling me how glad
she was that I was finally happy again. She told me that she knew about
me and Andy. She said she just wanted me to be happy, and that if Andy
made me happy, it was OK with her. She told me to move on and make a
life with him. She told me too that she knew her brothers were gay, and
it was OK with her, but asked me to keep an eye on them. And then she
told me to never forget about Dylan. She knew he was OK now, but she
hoped that someday I'd get to meet him. She asked me to explain for us,
why we couldn't keep him, and to tell him that she loved him. Then she
walked over to Andy, who was still sleeping, and reached down and stroked
his hair. "He's nice!" she said, "Be good to him, he needs you, and you
need him! It's OK to love him, and to 'Be with him'!" Then she turned
and walked away, back into the light. "No!" I cried out, as she
disappeared.

Suddenly, I felt myself being shaken, I opened my eyes, and sat up. I
was in bed with Andy. It had been a dream. But it seemed so real! Andy
had his hand on my shoulder, and was looking at me full of concern. "Are
you alright?" he asked, looking at me. Groggily, I rubbed my eyes, and
looked back at him. "Lynn was just here!" I said. "I thought so," Andy
said, "you were calling her name in your sleep." "She likes you," I
said. "What?" Andy asked, looking closely at me. "She thinks you're
nice, and wants us to be happy together!" I said. "Wow!" Andy said
smiling, "that's great!" "She stroked your hair while you were asleep,"
I said. "She did?" he asked, feeling his hair. "Yeah, she says it's OK
with her if we're together!" "Hmm," Andy said, "that must've been some
dream!" "It was," I said, lying back down. Andy laid down on his side,
facing me, and put his arm over me and said, "well, let's get some sleep
right now." I agreed, snuggling up to him. I could just make out a
smile on Andy's face, as he hugged me tightly. "I love you!" I mumbled.
"I love you too!" he said, "and it's OK for you to still love Lynn. I
understand." "You do?" I asked. "Yeah, and it's OK," he said, and he
kissed me gently on the cheek. Then I fell asleep in his arms.

When I woke up in the morning, the house was still quiet. All I heard
was Andy's soft snoring, as he laid against me, with his arm stretched
over my belly. I gently stroked Andy's hair and cheek, recalling how
Lynn did it in my dream. Andy looked so beautiful, sleeping peacefully
like that in the early morning light. Almost as if he sensed me thinking
about him, he woke up, his eyes fluttering open, then closing to slits,
through which he looked at me. "You OK?" He asked, thickly. "Yeah," I
smiled, "how about you?" "I'm OK I guess," he said. "You guess?" I
asked. "Well, I'm pretty sure I'm OK," he said, "it depends on how you
feel about 'us'." "I'm fine with 'us' again!" I said grinning. Andy
grinned then and said, "then I'm OK!" I leaned over and kissed him
gently on the lips. He responded, by kissing me back, then slowly, he
got up, and crawled on top of me, still kissing me. I could feel his
hard penis rubbing against my pubic bone. My own cock began to stiffen,
sticking up between Andy's splayed legs. Andy stopped kissing me, and
moved down, so he could lick and nibble at my nipples. He sucked on the
right one, as he tweaked and fondled the left one. My cock was hard as a
rock now, and was laying pressed between our bodies. Slowly, Andy
crawled further down, licking his way to my navel, which he washed with
his tongue, before moving even lower. The next thing I knew, Andy began
sucking on my hardon, and fondling my balls! Oh God, how good that
felt! He sucked on my for about a minute. I knew my orgasm would be
starting soon. Andy, however had other plans. He stopped, and leaned
over to the floor and rooted around his travel bag, until he located a
tube of KY jelly. He squirted some into one hand, and rubbed it all over
my cock. Then he reached behind him, and wiped the excess onto his
asshole. Andy crawled back up, so he was straddling my hips, and he
reached back behind him and positioned my cock, so It was pressing
against his asshole. Then he slowly settled back against my dick,
forcing it into his asshole. Gently he pressed downward with his hips,
and his ass settled down over me, until my cock was completely up his
ass. Andy's eyes closed, but he had a huge grin on his face, as he let
out a low moan. Slowly Andy began to move up and down on my hard cock.
Oh man, did it feel good to have my dick inside him! After a few
seconds, Andy began to hump up and down on my cock. I knew it wouldn't
take me too long now before I shot my load! As Andy humped up and down
on me, I, almost involutarily, began to thrust up and down off the bed to
meet his thrusts. Within a half minute, we were both humping away,
moaning lowly. "John, I'm gonna cum soon," Andy gasped. "Me too!" I
said, breathlessly. Andy's hot, tight, greasy, tunnel kept sliding up
and down my engorged cock, and I felt my cum beginning to churn. A few
more thrusts, and I knew I was gonna blow any second. I could tell from
Andy's moans that he too was close! I was just about there, when I
suddenly had a vision of Lynn looking at me, smiling. Suddenly, I let
out a groan, as I blew my first gob of cum deep up inside Andy's rectum.
Right after that, Andy stopped for a split second, whimpered loudly, and
fired his first shot of cum all over my chest and belly, his asshole
clamping around my dick. Grunting and groaning, we both kept fucking,
and shooting our loads, mine going deep inside Andy's bowels, and his
going all over my belly. Eventually, our orgasms ended, and Andy slowed
down. Then he let out a shudder, and collapsed on top of me, squishing
all his cum between our bodies. My dick was still buried up his ass,
oozing the remnants of my orgasm. Playfully, he slid around on top of
me, until both our chests and bellies were completely smeared with his
cum! Andy kissed me again and said "so how was that?" "Damn Good!" I
replied, grinning. "No problems about being in Lynn's bed?" he asked,
his voice full of concern. "No! Not anymore!" I smiled. Then he too
smiled, and we kissed again.

Finally, Andy rolled over off me, and we saw our bellies and chests were
still smeared with his cum. "Here," Andy said, handing me one of his
T-Shirts from off the floor. We both used it to clean ourselves off,
then we both pulled on our jeans, and scooted out of the room and across
the hall to the bathroom. We showered together quickly, and just as we
were stepping out of the tub to dry off, there was a tap on the door. It
was Jacob and Harry. They wanted to shower off quickly too. We let them
in. I chuckled as they both jumped in the shower together. I could
smell "sex" on them too! We dried and vacated the room, just as they
were turning off the water. I noticed the twins' door was still shut. I
stopped as I was walking past it, and listened. I was pretty sure I
heard a bed squeaking, and the boys both moaning. I grinned. We dressed
and went downstairs.

Dad and Elizabeth came over and we all had pancakes for breakfast, then
we went to a local museum for the morning. We lunched at Arby's, and
then we went back to the house. Dad and Grandma were going to drive
everyone to an aquarium, while I went to the high school to rehearse with
the band. I told them I'd meet them at the house later, and took my
guitar and drove to the high school. A group of girls was just finishing
up rehearsing their act, as I arrived. The guys were already there, so
we sat to talk, while the girls finished up.

We shot the shit a few minutes. They were asking me about London, and
school there, and if I had a girlfriend. I mentioned Laney, but didn't
go into details. Then Boob said, "So what's with this 'Andy'?" I said
"what do you mean?" "Well..." Boob began, his voice trailing off. He
was looking at me with a strange look, almost like he felt sick to his
stomach. The other guys were all looking at him too. He tinged pink.
"Well, what?" I asked. "Well, it's just that - he's not like any guys
I'm used to seeing you hang out with," Boob finally said. I noticed then
that the others were looking at me as well. "What's that supposed to
mean?" I asked. Boob got impatient then, and blurted "Well - is he gay
or what?" I could feel anger surging through me. The other guys
noticed. I could feel my fists clenching. I snarled "What his
preferences are, is his business! All you need to know is he's my best
friend!" Boob appeared to back away from me a little, a stricken look on
his face. The other guys looked upset now. "Um, easy Horse," Van Gogh
said, "he didn't mean anything - really!" I glared at Craig, then turned
my glare back to Mike. Almost pitifully, Mike whispered, "I'm sorry. I
didn't realize he was your best friend now." Then he turned and walked
off at almost a half-run, toward the boy's room.

"You didn't have to be so rough on him," Turkey said, softly, "he's had a
rough time of it since you left." Then Legs put his hand on my shoulder
and said, "I think he thought that he was your best friend, maybe we all
did." Well, that deflated my anger. I looked at all the guys. They
looked sad. "I'm sorry," I said, "of course you guys are my best
friends, but, well, I have a new life over in England now too, and well -
you're not there. Andy is. We've gone through a lot together. He's
helped me get past my mom's death. So I kind of, well, I have him as a
best friend over there." "Hey, it's alright," Van Gogh said, "we
understand. Right guys?" Then they were all smiling and pounding me on
the shoulder. When that died down I said, "Guess I'd better go make nice
with Boob!" I went to the boy's room, while the guys began setting up on
the stage.

The boy's room was empty, all but one stall. I thought I heard some
snuffling. "Hey Boob! C'mon out here!" I said. More sniffling, some
toilet paper rolling, and then a flush. Finally the door to the stall
swung open. Mike walked out. His eyes were red and puffy. He'd been
crying. I felt bad. He wouldn't look at me. "Hey! I'm sorry. You are
my best friend Boob - you know that. Well, I explained to the guys - see
- Andy's been there for me while I've been in England, and well, he's
kind of - another best friend now too. There's enough of me to share you
know!" He looked up at me then. He still didn't look too happy, so I
stepped toward him and put an arm around him. He let me, so I pulled him
to me in a hug. "I've missed you a lot Mike!" I said. Then he hugged me
back, tightly. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "It's OK. I'm sorry too!" I
said. I was surprised Mike didn't break our hug. "I've missed you a lot
too John!" he said, still holding me. I brushed his hair back with my
hand, and tried to see his face. His eyes were closed, and I think he
was fighting back more tears. "I know man" I said. Finally, he broke
our embrace. I held him back from me at arm's length and looked into his
eyes. "Are you OK?" I asked. Sniffing, and smiling now, he said "yeah,
but, can we not mention - you know - this - to the others?" I grinned,
and said "sure!" Then I told him to wash his face, and I went to take a
leak. I noticed Mike was watching me. "What?" I grinned, "You want it?"
I turned toward him and shook my dick at him. He grinned, but I swear I
saw his crotch start to bulge.

A couple minutes later we went back to the stage. The guys had finished
setting up, and were happy to see us grinning. We had a great
rehearsal. Everyone had been practicing on their own, and in sub-groups
all while I was gone, so we were in good shape for the show next night.
Just as we were packing up, Andy walked in. He'd walked over to the
school from the house. Mike's face clouded when he saw him. The other
guys seemed OK though. I gave Mike a slap on the back and a wink. He
seemed to brighten a little then, but not completely. We said our
Good-Bye's and Andy and I left.
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