Date: Wed, 25 Jun 2003 03:26:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Step-Brother Jacob - Chapter 21
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
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choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it!
My Step-Brother Jacob
Chapter 21
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After Laney left, and I didn't see Andy anywhere outside, I went upstairs
to Jacob's room. The door was closed. I tapped on it gently. No
answer. I tapped again. Still no answer, but I thought I heard Jacob
snuffling. "C'mon Jacob, I know you're in there. Can I come in
please?" I heard the bed squeak, and there was a thump, then I heard
Jack scratching and whining at the other side of the door. Still no
answer from Jacob. "Fine! I'm coming in anyway," I said. I turned the
doorknob and pushed. The door was locked. Jacob had never locked his
door before. "Jacob, why is the door locked?" I asked. Nothing but
Jack's scratching and whining. I began to get worried. "Jacob! Open
the door NOW! If you don't, I'll kick it in, and you know I can!" I
shouted. Silence. Then, finally he yelled, "I don't want to talk to
you!" "Open the door!" I said, firmly. Silence, but a few seconds
later, I heard his bed springs squeak, and his feet hit the floor. He
unlocked the door, but didn't open it. I reached for the doorknob, and
heard the bed squeak again, as I twisted the knob. I opened the door.
Jack burst out and started licking my hands. I patted him on the head,
and he laid down in the doorway then, as I went in. The room was dark,
as it was starting to get dark outside. No lights were on. I could make
out Jacob's form lying on the bed. I walked over and switched on the
lamp on his night stand. Jacob was lying on his side, facing away from
me. I heard him sniffle a couple times.
I sat down behind him and put my hand on his shoulder. He flinched and
pulled away from me, my hand slipping off him. I felt my eyes begin to
tear up, as the realization hit me of just how much he'd been hurt too by
what I'd done with Laney. I felt like shit. "Jacob, I'm sorry I hurt
you," I said. He didn't answer, but his shoulders shuddered a little as
he snuffled some more. I put my hand on his shoulder again, a little
more firmly this time. He tried again to shake it off, but couldn't.
"C'mon man, talk to me. What can I do to fix this?" I asked, pulling on
his shoulder a bit, trying to roll him toward me. Suddenly, he pulled
away, and fell off the bed, onto the floor. He got up on his knees and
looked across the bed at me. His cheeks were wet with tears. "Why?" he
pleaded, looking miserably at me, "Why would you shag with Laney? You
know I've wanted to 'be with you' for days now! Besides! I thought you
loved Andy! It should've been him! If not him, then me, or at least
Harry. But why her? You don't even care about her!"
I took a deep breath, and looked at Jacob, as he wiped the tears from his
eyes. "I didn't mean for it to happen Jake! It just did! I never had
any intention of ever having sex with Laney. It just happened. She made
a move on me, and it's been days now since I've had sex. Hell - I
haven't even jerked off since Dad died. And she is Hot! Even YOU have
to admit that! So it just happened. It didn't mean anything. It was
just sex!"
Jacob remained on his knees, looking across the bed at me blinking.
Finally he spoke, his voice filled with anguish, "but you could've had
sex with me - anytime you wanted to. And what about poor Andy? He's so
in love with you! Do you have any idea what this must've done to him?"
"I know Jacob, I know," I said, miserably, "I didn't mean to hurt
anyone! I'm having a real hard time right now thinking about having sex
at all. After everything that happened with Dad just before..." My
voice trailed off and I felt tears begin to flow from my eyes. We stared
at each other for a moment, both crying. Finally, I got up and went
across the hall to my room, closed the door, and laid on my bed and
wept. Jacob didn't come after me. I wasn't surprised.
As Jacob lay crying in his room, and I in mine, down the road at Andy's
house, the car with the two assholes from school who had stopped and
offered Andy a ride home in exchange for sex, pulled up in front of
Andy's house. Andy was still in the back seat. "Is this it?" the
driver, Evan Rothbard asked. "Yeah," Andy said, wiping his eyes, which
were wet with tears. "Then get the fuck out Faggot!" said Devon Lankford
- the one whose nose I'd broken in November. Andy opened the door,
climbed out, and shut the door, and the car lurched away, Devon flipping
Andy the bird out the window. Andy limped to the house, went in and
crawled up the stairs. He made it to the bathroom. There, he pulled off
his clothes. His pants were ruined. He threw them in the trash. The
rest he put in the laundry. Still snuffling, he looked at his knee,
which was still bleeding, despite the direct pressure he'd been putting
on it. Andy found a couple rolls of bandages and wrapped them around and
around his knee. Finally, he put adhesive tape around the bandage. Then
he washed his face off, peed, and walked naked, to his room. He put on
some clean briefs, his jeans and a sweater, then laid down on his bed,
and began to weep again, as he replayed the afternoon's events in his
mind.
Meanwhile, back at our house, I had finally cried myself out. Afterward,
I laid on my bed thinking for a while. Eventually, I heard a car in the
driveway. Then I heard Elizabeth come into the house. She came up the
stairs and went into her room. I got up and went to her door. With her
back to me, she was taking off her coat. I asked if she wanted anything
for supper. She said she didn't, she'd eaten at her friend's house. She
was tired and was going to bed early.
Jack stood next to me, whimpering, so I took him downstairs and let him
out. I wasn't hungry myself, but I thought I should probably make Jacob
something to eat. I made him a sandwich, and put some chips on the
plate. I cut a couple brownies and poured a glass of milk. Then I
assembled the food on a tray. After Jack came in, I locked up and
carried the tray up to Jacob's room. Elizabeth's door was closed as I
passed it. Jacob's was too. I heard his TV playing lowly. I didn't
think to knock this time, and just opened the door to take the tray in.
Jacob was laying on his bed on his back, naked, a bottle of lotion at his
side. He was slowly masturbating his well lubed cock with his right
hand, and fondling his balls with his left. He froze as I walked in.
"Aw Jesus! I'm sorry Jacob," I exclaimed, averting my glance. "I just
thought you'd want something to eat. I'm sorry I forgot to knock," I
said, and I quickly sat the tray on his desk, which was right next to the
door, and left, closing the door behind me.
I went back to my room. Jack followed me. He curled up in his bed on
the floor, as I closed the door, and laid down on my bed. As I replayed
the events of the afternoon in my mind, I kept coming back to the
stricken look on Andy's face, as he stood in the doorway, looking at
Laney and I fucking on the livingroom floor. I started to cry as I
thought about how much I'd hurt him. Him, and Jacob too. The two people
I loved most in the world, I'd managed to destroy, all with one selfish
act. Jacob was right. If I'd wanted sex, I could've slept with either
him or Andy. I shouldn't have let Laney seduce me like that. Then I
remembered my father's face, when he finally discovered that I was gay,
and Andy was my lover. And, the look of horror on his face when he
realized I was sleeping with Jacob as well, was also indelibly etched
into my brain. Then there was Boob. The look of pain on his face,
before he pulled out of the bowling alley parking lot flashed through my
mind as well. It seemed it didn't matter who I slept with, someone was
always being hurt by it. And some had died because of it. Mike took his
own life because he realized I was in love with Andy, and he would never
have a chance to have me himself. Dad was killed because he was
distracted by being so upset over finding out about me and Andy, and my
relationship with Jacob as well. I was sobbing now as the thought that
my actions were the cause of two peoples deaths kept flashing through my
brain, repeatedly, like a broken record. Two people I loved were dead,
because of me.
After a while, I stopped crying. I felt empty. And - I was beginning to
worry. If Mike had taken his own life because he realized he couldn't
have me, would Andy, or even Jacob try to do the same thing? I couldn't
bear to lose either of them. I loved them both so much! I decided I had
to call Andy. I had no idea what I would say to him, but I had to at
least try.
I dialed Andy's number. His mother picked up after 3 rings. I asked to
speak to Andy. She hollered upstairs to him. No response. "I think
maybe he's asleep," she said to me. I began to panic. "Please, it's
important, could you go wake him?" I pleaded. "Alright, hang on," she
said, and put the phone down. I heard her climbing the hardwood stairs.
Then in the distance knocking. I heard her muffled voice, then she came
back down the stairs. She picked up the phone. Sounding surprised, she
said "I'm sorry, I don't know what's gotten into him, but he says he
doesn't want to talk to you John." "Oh," was all that I said. "Did you
two argue?" she asked, sounding concerned. "Not really," I said, "but
could you do me a favor and keep an eye on him please, I think I upset
him." "OK," she said, sounding confused, "I'll try." "Thanks. Good
Night," I replied, and hung up. Great! He wasn't talking to me. Well,
at least I knew he got home OK, and he knew I was trying to talk to him.
There was nothing else I could do, so I decided to get ready for bed. It
was starting to get late anyway.
I opened the door into the hallway. Jacob's door was closed, but I could
hear the TV yet. I decided to try talking to him one more time. I
tapped lightly on the door. No answer. I tapped a bit louder. Still no
answer. So I slowly, opened the door and peered in. He'd fallen
asleep. I noticed that he'd eaten the food I brought up to him. At
least that was something. I stepped in quietly and turned off the TV.
Then I pulled his duvet up over him and tucked him in. He stirred
slightly, but didn't wake. Gently, I brushed his hair out of his eyes,
and leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. He looked peaceful. I
turned out his light and left, taking the food tray with me.
Jack followed me downstairs for a quick, late night pee. I locked up,
then went into the livingroom and poured a glass of brandy, and took it
back up to my room. I should've showered, since I still smelled of Laney
from our encounter that afternoon, but I was tired, so I just stripped
and crawled naked under the covers. I turned out the light, and laid
thinking and sipping the brandy. Eventually, I drifted off to sleep.
When I awoke in the morning, I found myself alone in bed. It was the
first time in a long time, that I'd slept an entire night - alone. I
felt sad. I crawled out of bed and and headed to the bathroom. As I was
taking a shit, there was a knock on the door. "Hurry Up! I gotta pee!"
I heard Jacob complain. I finished and flushed. Then I opened the
door. Jacob pushed past me, pulled his penis out and began to pee into
the toilet. I closed the door and walked over to the sink to shave. As
I was getting my razor out, Jacob said, "Oh Man! You smell like dead
fish!" I looked at him a minute, then he leaned closer to me, bent down
and sniffed near my crotch. "Jaysus!" he said "is that what women smell
like?" I looked at him, chuckled and said "now you know why I prefer
guys." He just looked at me a minute, then he stepped into the shower,
and pulled the curtain closed. I shaved quick, and brushed my teeth.
Jacob was still in the shower when I finished. I heard a rythmic
slapping sound, so I stepped over and peered in. As I suspected, he had
soaped up and was jerking off. He stopped and looked at me and said
"you're making quite a habit of walking in on me lately when I'm
'busy'!" I felt my cock begin to stiffen. "Sorry," I said, still
looking at him. He stood looking at me, water running down his shoulders
and back, his soapy hand still holding his hardon. Finally, he pulled
the shower curtain closed and said, "please wait outside, I'll be out of
your way in a few minutes." I stared disbelievingly at the shower
curtain for a moment, then finally turned and walked to the door. I
heard the sound of Jacob's masturbating resume as I left the bathroom. I
went back to my own room. Jacob had never asked me to leave the bathroom
before, no matter what he was doing. I felt crushed.
After a few minutes, Jacob emerged from the bathroom, with a towel
wrapped around his waist. He walked into his bedroom and closed the
door. I got up and went into the bathroom and got in the shower. I
noticed there were still a few gobs of Jacob's cum on the shower curtain
yet. I wondered if he left them on purpose for me. My dick began to
stiffen. I lathered up, washing my crotch well. My dick quickly became
hard as a rock. I picked up the bar of soap again and held my hands
under the water a minute, and worked up a good lather in my hands. Then
I grasped my hardon and began massaging it. I began pumping up and down
my shaft, faster and harder. I felt my orgasm starting to build, as I
stroked up and down with my right hand, while I fondled my balls with my
left. I kept up a good pace, and within a minute, as I grunted and
gasped, squirt after squirt of my own cum exploded from the tip of my
cock, splattering all over the shower curtain, joining and co-mingling
with Jacob's leftover splooge. I slowed my stroke, massaging my dick,
forcing the last drops of cum to ooze out my piss slit. Then I took the
handheld showerhead off the wall and rinsed myself and the shower curtain
clean.
A few minutes later, I'd dried and dressed and went down to the kitchen.
Jacob was there already, eating a bowl of Wheatabix. Elizabeth was
having a cup of tea. I looked at the clock. It was almost time to leave
for school - our first day back since Dad had died. I ate a banana, as
Jacob finished eating his cereal. "You ready?" I asked. He didn't
answer, but stood up, put his bowl in the sink, picked up his backpack
and headed for the door. We both said Good-Bye to Elizabeth and went out
the door. Jacob got in the back seat of my Anglia, as he usually did,
leaving the front seat empty for Andy.
"That was a nice present you left me on the shower curtain," I said as I
backed out the driveway. I looked directly at Jacob, as we sat waiting
for a car to pass, before I could back out onto the road. He just looked
at me. His face tinged a little pink, and I thought I saw tears welling
up in his eyes.
We drove silently to Harry's house. He was waiting on the front steps.
He sullenly got into the back seat with Jacob. I noticed they each gave
the other's crotch a quick squeeze and smiled at one another briefly.
"How are you Harry?" I asked as we pulled away. "I'm only riding with
you so the 'rents don't get suspicious!" he said angrily to me, "I'm
still angry at you!" I looked at him in my rearview and was about to say
something, but he looked so upset, I decided not to. We drove in silence
to Andy's. We pulled in and I blew the horn. No Andy. I blew the horn
again. Still no Andy. "I can't believe you'd think he'd want a ride
from you after yesterday," Jacob said. I ignored him and got out and
went to the door and rang the bell. I got no answer. Finally, I
returned to the car and we drove silently to school. Jacob and Harry
jumped out of the car and walked off without a word to me, as soon as I'd
parked.
Dejected, I walked into the building. Laney spied me immediately, called
my name, and scampered over to me and stretched up to give me a kiss. I
noticed Harry and Jacob had turned around when they heard her calling to
me. Jacob looked at me like I'd just punched him in the gut, and Harry
had daggers in his eyes. I gave Laney a quick kiss on the cheek, and
asked her how things were between her and Harry. She said he wasn't
speaking to her at all. The bell rang then and we headed for our
homerooms. Andy wasn't in school that day. I asked a few people if
they'd heard from him. They said they hadn't. I tried phoning his house
during the lunch break, but got no answer. I left a message on the
answering machine that I'd called. After school, the boys were waiting
by my car. I drove Harry home, and then Jacob and I went home. Our ride
was silent. Jacob went up to his room and closed the door as soon as we
went in.
The next couple days were duplicates of Monday. Neither Jacob, nor Harry
were talking to me. I tried stopping at Andy's each morning to pick him
up. But nobody ever answered the door, and Andy wasn't at school.
Nobody'd heard from him, or knew anything. I tried calling him at home
several times, but got no answer. I left a message each time. Laney
tried to speak with me a few times, but, being preoccupied with Andy's
apparent disappearance off the face of the Earth, and Jacob and Harry's
silent treatment, I politely brushed her off. At home I tried to talk to
Jacob a few times. He sat pretending to ignore me, never answered, then
would walk away. We both spent a lot of time alone in our rooms.
Wednesday night, Jacob, Elizabeth and I finally sat down to eat supper
together. It was the first meal we'd eaten together in almost a week.
She didn't seem to realize that Jacob and I were not communicating with
each other, as she apparently had other things on her mind. While we
were eating our dessert, she jumped up and said "Oh yes!" more to herself
than to us. She went over to the key rack and took Dad's keys down.
They'd been hanging there since he died. I suddenly felt rather
nauseous. She came back to the table, removing his car keys from the
ring. She handed them to me and said, "you might as well start driving
your father's car, instead of that old rattle-trap of your's. I'll have
the paperwork transferring it over to you done soon." Out of the corner
of my eye I could see Jacob staring at me, his fork stuck in mid-air,
half-way to his mouth. I just stared down at the keys. "I know it's
hard," she said looking at me, as I felt my eyes watering, and a lump of
cake got stuck in my throat. I took a gulp of milk and silently got up
and went upstairs to my room. I felt sick. It was me who'd caused my
father's death, and here I was being given his almost brand new Jaguar.
It was so unfair to him. He should be the one still here - driving his
beautiful Jag! I sank down onto my bed, rolled over, and buried my face
in my pillow and wept.
"It wasn't your fault I died!" I rolled over quickly, with a start! My
father was standing over me looking down at me. I just stared up at him,
my eyes wide. "It wasn't your fault I died!" he repeated. Then he
added, "the guy who hit me was drunk and he was speeding. I wasn't
distracted like you think I was." "But - " I started to say, but Dad cut
me off. "Look, I don't like it you're gay, but if you are - fine! I've
been watching you, and Jacob, and Andy. They both need you! And you
need them! All of you are hurting far more from the guilt you have over
me and Mike, than by what it was you were up to to begin with - So just
fix it! And don't be an ass - drive the Jag - you'll love it!" I just
laid there staring, then Dad started to fade away. "Dad! Wait!" I called
out. I thought he was coming back, as I saw his figure fading back in,
but then I realized it was Boob! "Yo Horse - you asshole! You never
were really an asshole before - but you've been one for a while now.
Stop blaming yourself for me offing myself! I'm not blaming you! Andy's
a good guy. Stop hurting him. He needs you bad right now! Promise me
you'll get back with him and be happy!" "Mike - I'm so s-sorry man!" I
said. "Stop it! I told you to drop it already!" Boob said, "Just get
back with Andy! OK?" "OK," I replied softly, "If that's what you
want." Boob said "It is! I Gotta run now. I'll always love you
Horse!" Then he too began to fade away. "WAIT!" I called. "DAD!
MIKE!" I yelled.
Suddenly I was laying, fully clothed, on my back on my bed. It was
dark. Someone was shaking me. I felt hot and sweaty. I looked up
"Dad?" I said. "No," said Jacob, "you were having a loud dream." "Oh,"
I said, "Uh - sorry." Jacob turned and walked out of the room.
"Thanks," I called after him. He didn't reply. I heard him crawling
into his bed, as I glanced at my clock. It was almost 3 AM. I laid
there a few minutes thinking, and cooling off. I wondered if there was
any substance to my dream. Did my father, and best friend really visit
me? Did they mean what they said? I knew they were right about one
thing. Both Andy and Jacob needed me. Whether I was to blame for Dad's
and Mike's deaths or not didn't matter anymore. Andy and Jacob needed me
now - maybe I could help them. I decided I needed to try and fix things
with them. I started trying to think of ways to get them both back.
Eventually, after some time, I drifted back off to sleep.
I woke up early the next morning. As I laid in bed thinking about my
dream, I heard Jacob stumble into the bathroom. He closed the door and
shortly, I heard the toilet flush. I realized I was starting to get hard
just thinking about him - remembering how he'd looked when I walked in on
him earlier in the week, when he was masturbating. As I heard the shower
start, I decided it was time to try and re-establish my relationship with
him, in a way he usually found quite pleasant. I got up and tiptoed into
the bathroom. As soon as I stepped inside, I heard the rythmic slapping
of Jacob's soapy hand stroking up and down his stiff rod, on the other
side of the shower curtain. I closed the door and quickly stripped
down. Then I stepped over to the shower and pulled the edge of the
curtain back a bit. Jacob was standing, facing away from me, beating off
with a very soapy hand.
I pushed the shower curtain aside, scaring poor Jacob so much he let out
a yelp and spun around so he was facing me. He'd let go of his hardon,
and it immediately started to deflate, due to the scare I'd given him.
"Sorry!" I said, "I really didn't me to scare you. Let me help you get
back to the point you were at." Jacob was still breathing heavily, as I
stepped into the tub and closed the shower curtain. Looking confused, he
stepped back a bit to make room for me. I took the bar of soap and
lathered up my hands, as he stared at me, not knowing what to say or do.
Then I reached down and began to fondle his now only semi-hard penis. It
responded immediately to my hand, rapidly stiffening up again.
"Why are you doing this?" Jacob asked, looking up at me, and gasping
slightly, as I reached behind him with my other soapy hand and ran it up
his ass, my middle finger dipping into his crack, and the tip of it
rubbing across his anus. As I continued jerking him off, and began
massaging his anus, I said, "I'm sorry Jacob! For everything! I know I
hurt you very badly. Andy too. And even Harry. I'm sorry! I want to
make it up to you. All of you. I need to!" "But I thought you didn't
want boys now, that you wanted Laney!" Jacob, said huskily, as he turned
slightly sideways and spread his feet apart a bit more, so I could access
his asshole more easily. He was breathing heavily already, and was
moving his hips back and forth slightly as I said, "I tried to tell you
before, I didn't want to have sex with Laney. It just happened. I care
about her as a friend, but I don't love her. I do love you and I love
Andy too. But I'm having trouble with the fact that my having sex with
you and Andy, might be the cause of Mike's and Dad's deaths." "So what's
different now?" he asked, as he began moaning softly as my hands
continued to pleasure him. "That dream I had last night. It made me
think a little differently." I said. Jacob was gasping now and didn't
reply. I could tell he was fast approaching orgasm, as he tightened his
grip on the grab-bar, and closed his eyes. Silently I continued sliding
my soapy fist up and down Jacobs stiff rod, moving a little faster, and
gripping it a bit tighter now. "Oh God!" he groaned, as I pressed a bit
harder on his asshole and my finger popped through his sphincter and slid
up into his rectum. I began finger fucking him, while jerking him off
even faster. Jacob tilted his head back. His mouth was open, and I saw
the ridge of his small adam's apple bob up and down a couple times as he
swallowed. Jacob's hips were bucking back and forth and he was gasping
for breath as I continued sliding my slippery finger in and out of his
hole, while stroking away on his equally slippery cock. Suddenly Jacob
gasped loudly, and I felt his sphincter clench my finger swiftly and
tightly, as he ejaculated his first burst of cum, which splattered
against the shower wall. "OH, John!" he exclaimed, as he squirted
again! I continued pumping his cock, and shoving my finger in and out of
his asshole, as he squirted at least another 5 gobs of cum against the
wall. Finally, I noticed his legs were trembling, as his orgasm
subsided. I slid my finger from his asshole, but slowly pumped up and
down his hard dick, milking the last drops of cum from him. They oozed
out his piss slit and eventually dropped to the shower floor. Jacob
lowered his head back down and opened his eyes. He didn't say anything.
I took the hand held shower down and rinsed him off. When he was clean,
he pulled the shower curtain back and stepped out. He looked back at me,
a confused look on his face. "Thanks, that was good." he said, then he
wrapped a towel around himself and left, closing the door behind him.
I was a bit surprised, and rather disappointed, that Jacob hadn't
remained in the shower and reciprocated for me, what I'd done for him. I
was hard as a rock myself, so I didn't bother taking time to think about
what had just happened. Instead I soaped up and started jerking myself
off. A couple minutes later, my cum joined Jacob's as it washed down the
drain.
After I'd dressed, I found Jacob eating Wheatabix in the kitchen again.
"I'll start making better breakfasts again tomorrow," I said. "It's OK,"
Jacob said. Then Elizabeth said, "hurry up and you'll have time to
switch the cars around, so you can start driving the Jaguar." Jacob
glanced at me. "OK," I said. When we were ready to go, I went out and
pulled my Anglia out onto the street and backed Dad's Jag out of the
garage, and onto the street. Then I pulled the Anglia into the Jag's
spot in the garage. Jacob was in the backseat of the Jag when I got back
in. He didn't say anything. As we drove to Harry's I said to him, "So
are we speaking again?" "I don't know, maybe" was all he said. I let it
go at that point, as we'd pulled up to Harry's. Harry got into the
backseat, and raised his eyebrows questioningly at Jacob. Jacob reached
over and gave his crotch a gentle squeeze, and flashed a grin at him. We
drove to school silently.
After school, Harry and Jacob were waiting by my car as usual. Jacob
told me he was spending the afternoon at Harry's. So I dropped them both
off there. Neither spoke to me any further. Jacob called later to say
he was having supper at Harry's, and Harry's mother would drop him at
home later that night. I had taken the call, which necessitated Jacob
speaking to me. After he told me his plans, I said "Jacob, you and I
need to talk soon." Silence. "Jacob, I love you!" I said. Silence
again, but finally, he said "I know", then he hung up. HE KNEW! I
allowed myself a small smile. Well - that was progress!
Elizabeth was in the livingroom. I told her Jacob wouldn't be home for
supper. She told me she wasn't hungry, that she'd had some soup just a
little while before. Then she headed for the stairs. As she was about
to start up them, she turned and said "Oh, by the way, Would it be OK
with you if I spend the weekend, starting tomorrow afternoon, at my
friend Julia's? Can you stay with Jacob?" "Sure," I said, smiling.
This would give me a chance to patch things up with Jacob I hoped. She
smiled and continued up the stairs. I didn't feel hungry myself. I was
getting more and more worried about Andy. Nobody'd seen him, or heard
from him. I tried to call his house again. Still, no answer. I left
yet another message on their answering machine. After sitting and
thinking a few minutes, I grabbed my jacket and keys and left the house.
I drove out to Andy's house, and was somewhat surprised to see the lights
on downstairs, since I'd just called the house and gotten no answer. I
figured I must be in luck, that they'd just gotten home. I pulled in and
went to the door, and rang the bell. Andy's father opened the door. The
initially pleasant look on his face contorted with anger when he saw it
was me. "What da YOU want?" he asked sullenly. Andy's father had always
been so nice to me. I was completely taken aback this suddenly angry
demeanor. Maybe I'd walked in on him and his wife having a quarrel.
Swallowing, I rather timidly asked "Is Andy home?" "HA!" Andy's older
brother Ian said, appearing behind his father's shoulder, and sneering at
me, "Come to see your boyfriend did ya? You faggot!" Completely
stunned, I took a step backward, and just stared at the two of them.
"The sniveling little queer don't live 'ere no more!" his father snarled
at me, "So quit yer callin' and DON'T come back!" Then he slammed the
door in my face. I stood gaping at the door, stunned, and feeling
completely bewildered. What the hell had happened??? Where was Andy???
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The next chapter in this series will be published shortly.