Date: Sat, 8 Nov 2003 05:05:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Step-Brother Jacob - Chapter 41
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section. Thank you.
DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions
of sexual activities between teenage boys. If you are not over 18 years
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My Step-Brother Jacob
Chapter 41
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"C'mon in Evan!" I said, pulling him in the door, and closing and locking
it behind him.
"What's wrong Evan?" Andy asked.
"Everything!" Evan said, "Can I stay with you guys tonight?"
Smiling, I said "of course! Take off your jacket, and I'll get us
something to warm us up, and we can go up to our room."
Andy quickly took Jack to pee, while Evan took off his jacket, and I
grabbed a bottle of Drambuie and some glasses off the bar. We all went
up to our room then.
As we went past Jacob's door we heard him cry out "I'm gonna cum Harry!"
"Me too Jake!" we heard Harry exclaim.
We all snickered. As we entered our room, Evan said, "Is that ALL those
two ever do?"
"Pretty much, the lucky little fucks!" Andy said, shutting the door
behind us, as we all chuckled.
* * *
We kicked off our shoes and socks, and I poured some Drambuie for each of
us, then we laid down together on the bed, Evan lying between me and
Andy.
"So what's wrong?" I said, sipping my drink.
"Does it have to do with your date with Betsey?" Andy asked.
"Yeah," Evan said glumly, gulping down some Drambuie.
"Tell us what happened," I said.
Evan launched into his story about what had occurred on his date with
Betsey. He said it was one disaster after another. First he'd taken her
to a restaurant for supper. The service was slow, the food was cold and
wasn't good, and neither of them could come up with anything to talk
about, so they both sat quietly looking around during most of their
meal. Then they went to a movie. It turned out to be a lousy movie.
But Evan did get up the courage to put his arm around Betsey. As he
brought his arm down though, his hand fell on some other guy's hand,
whose arm was around his girl's shoulders. The guy wasn't very nice
about it either, and Evan thought he was going to end up in a fight.
Anyway, once the movie started, he and Betsey just sat and watched it.
They each might as well have been alone, he said. After the movie he
took her for ice cream. Again they had nothing to talk about, and to top
it off, he'd dropped a big gob of ice cream in his lap, and he didn't
have his napkin in his lap. Finally, he took her home, and he wanted to
kiss her good night, but he couldn't get up the nerve to do it. On top
of it, he had a woody, and was afraid she'd notice. So they just said
"Good Night" to each other and she'd gone in the house.
All through Evan's sad tale, Andy and I were both fighting the urge to
laugh. When Evan ended his story, he said "So is that how dates are
supposed to go? Cause if it is, they suck!"
I made the mistake of looking at Andy, and we both lost it and started
roaring. Poor Evan practically had tears in his eyes. We both felt bad
for laughing, but it was so hilariously funny, we couldn't help
ourselves.
When I'd finally calmed down enough, I said "sounds like the date from
hell to me!"
Andy started roaring again, and I was still chuckling myself.
Unfortunately, poor Evan didn't see anything funny about it. He said,
"Do you think she'll ever go out with me again?"
Just then the phone rang. I picked it up. It was Jane. She said Betsey
had just called her about her date with Evan. She'd been in tears
because the date had been so awful. I told Andy I'd take the call in the
den and to hang up for me. I told Evan I had an idea, and we'd discuss
it when I got back. Then I went to the den and picked up the phone
there. Andy hung up the extension in our room.
* * *
I told Jane how Evan had just arrived and what he'd told us. Then she
told me what Betsey had told her. The stories matched up pretty well.
We shared a good laugh over their disasterous date, then discussed the
situation. The upshot of it was that they both liked each other, but
were both extremely shy around one another. We decided they needed to go
out together again, but that we needed to set it up so they were on a
double date the first couple times, so the other couple could help them
get or keep a conversation going. Since Andy and I were the only two in
our group who were in a relationship, she said it was up to us to handle
that. Snickering I told her I'd already thought we might be able to help
out that way. She said she'd talk to Betsey and convince her to try
again, and I said I'd do the same with Evan, and have him call her.
As we were about to hang up, she said, "And tell him to at least kiss her
good night at the end of the date!"
I snickered and said that he'd gotten too embarrassed to kiss her due to
a physical condition that had suddenly arisen. Jane shrieked with
laughter then, and said, he should've anyway, maybe that would've been
the ice breaker! We both laughed some more, then said good-night and
hung up.
* * *
When I walked back into our room, I was a little surprised to find Andy
and Evan lying naked together under the covers. There was a tent under
the covers in the area of each of their crotches. Evan turned red in the
face, and Andy smirked a little and said "Took you long enough. Christ,
another minute and we might've both blown our wads!"
"Well! Next time you can take the phone call then!" I said, snickering.
Then I looked at Evan. He blushed a little more, but glanced down to my
crotch, then back up to my eyes.
"You're sure about this?" I said looking at Evan, questioningly.
Shyly Evan nodded.
I felt my dick beginning to stiffen, as I began stripping to join them.
"Evan's horny, but he just wants to jack off tonight." Andy informed me,
as I pulled my jeans, and briefs down and my hardon sprang into view.
"That's OK." I said.
Evan was breathing heavily, as Andy pushed the covers down of the two of
them, exposing their stiff rods. "Um, well, maybe we could do a little
more," Evan said.
Andy snickered and said "That's the spirit! Let's do a daisychain!"
"OK - I guess," Evan said.
"You sure?" I asked him.
"Yeah!" he said looking lustily at my cock.
"OK, but I get to suck Evan this time, I have yet to end up with a good
mouthful of his cream!" I said, smiling.
Evan blushed again, but grinned at me, as Andy chuckled and said "it is
quite tasty!"
Grinning back at Evan, I got on the bed, laying perpendicular to him, my
face hovering over his crotch. Andy spun around so he could reach my
dick, and so his was near Evan's face. I reached out and took Evan's
stiff cock in my hand and lowered my mouth over it, causing him to groan,
as I sucked the entire length of his rod into my mouth. I felt Andy
begin fellating me then. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Evan begin
sucking on Andy. Within seconds, we were each sucking on one another and
fondling each other's balls. Shortly, we were all moaning softly from
the pleasure we were experiencing.
As we continued sucking one another, I felt Andy's finger probing my
asshole. I moved my finger into position between Evan's cheeks, and
began massaging his hole. He must've done the same to Andy, as Andy
whimpered a little, like he does whenever someone begins to fiddle with
his hole.
As Andy sucked on me, and rubbed my asshole, I felt my orgasm beginning
to build up. I noticed Evan's balls looked a tad larger and were
starting to pull up toward his body. His moans were more passionate as
well. Suddenly, Evan's balls pulled up tight against him, his body
tensed up, and he grunted and snorted. Then I felt a powerful blast of
goo hit the back of my throat. Evan was was cumming already, filling my
mouth with his spunk. I swallowed his juice thirstily, savoring the
mildly tangy aftertaste, just as with a groan he ejaculated into my mouth
again. Again I swallowed.
I heard Andy let out a groan and he stopped sucking for an instant, and I
knew he was filling Evan's mouth with his jizz.
I was on the brink myself, holding back as long as I could. As Evan
squirted his third load of cum into my mouth, I suddenly couldn't take it
any longer, and groaning, I blew a huge load of semen into Andy's waiting
mouth. I felt him swallowing it, as I swallowed Evan's.
Moaning with pleasure, all three of us continued shooting our loads of
cum into each other's mouths, until we'd sucked each other dry. Finally,
when I was sure Evan was finished, I released his cock. He released
Andy's next, and then Andy spit out mine.
We all lay on the bed grinning at one another, breathing heavily.
"God that was good!" Evan said, smiling.
"Yes it was!" I said, grinning, as I crawled up between the guys.
"Oh yeah!" Andy said, licking his lips, and shifting around so he could
lay next to me.
I reached down and pulled the covers up over all of us, and Andy and Evan
both snuggled up to me.
Evan passed our drinks back to us, and we lay quietly, enjoying the
afterglow of our orgasms.
* * *
Eventually, Andy said, "So who was on the phone?"
"Jane," I said, "Um, Betsey had called her."
"Oh NO! Now everyone will know!" Evan groaned.
"Relax!" I said, "The good news is Betsey still wants to go out with
you! And Andy and I are going to double date with you on your next date,
so things don't get so awkward. By the way, Betsey was disappointed you
didn't kiss her good-night. Next time you do it, whether you have a
hardon or not! OK?"
"Wow! She still wants to see me?" Evan asked, smiling somewhat
incredulously.
"Yeah," I said smiling at him, "you're a great guy, why wouldn't she?"
All of a sudden, Andy was chuckling. "Is that for Betsey, or for us
Evan?" he asked, pointing toward Evan's crotch.
I laughed as I saw that Evan was pitching a tent again already. He
blushed and shyly said, "Sorry to disappoint you, but this one is for
her!"
We all laughed then.
"So what should I do?" Evan asked.
"Tomorrow you call her and apologize for the date not being so great, and
ask her if she'd like to go out again. Suggest that you bring me and
Andy along and we make it a double date. She's going to say yes." I
said.
"She is?" Evan asked.
"Yup," I said.
"How do you know?" he asked.
"Because she wants your wood!" I said, and Andy and I laughed heartily,
while Evan blushed again.
We bantered back and forth a little more. After a while we were all
yawning, and we'd finished our drinks, so Evan turned out the light and
we all snuggled together and went to sleep.
* * *
The next morning, after breakfast, Evan called Betsey. He apologized for
the lousy date, and asked her if she'd consider going out with him again,
only this time with me and Andy along. He was suddenly elated, and was
silently dancing around, while he finished his phone call.
"So I guess she agreed then?" Andy asked, smirking at him.
"YES!" Evan gushed, "I can't believe I'm getting a second chance! Thanks
guys! If it wasn't for you, this wouldn't be happening!"
Andy and I smiled at him.
"So when's the next date?" I asked.
"Friday. We're going to come listen to you play, then we'll go out
afterward. Is that OK?" Evan asked, suddenly looking worried.
"Sure," I said, smiling.
Evan grinned then and thanked us again. Then he said he had to leave for
work.
Andy, Jacob, Harry and I did some household chores, and then sat around
and began plotting out a plan for what we were do with Grandma and the
Twins while they were visiting. After an hour or so, we had a nice full,
yet relaxed itinerary, in which we'd included all the things they had
said they wanted to see, and a few extras.
Afterward I suggested we decorate for St. Patrick's Day, which was coming
up the following week. They all looked at me like I was crazy.
"Decorate for St. Patrick's Day?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, shamrocks, green stuff, you know Irish things," I said.
They continued looking at me strangely. So I explained how it's a big
deal in the States. They said that it wasn't in the UK. It was just
basically a religious holiday. So I told them I'd teach them the correct
way to celebrate! I suggested we go to the PX on the Army base then, and
I could do the shopping and we could pick up some decorations.
Harry looked up at me and said "John, I don't want to hurt your feelings
by bringing this up, but ..."
He hesitated.
I smiled and said "it's OK, say whatever you were going to say."
"Well, how come you can still shop at the army store if your Dad's gone
now?" he asked.
I smiled and said, "as his surviving son, I'm allowed to shop there till
I'm 21. The new baby will be allowed to do the same as well.
Unfortunately, Jacob is a stepson and he's not provided for. Elizabeth,
as his widow can shop there for the rest of her life though."
"Oh," Harry said.
I smiled at him and told everyone to grab their jackets. We took Jack
with us for the ride.
At the PX, I picked up the groceries we needed, and as I'd expected,
there was a small display of St. Patrick's Day stuff. I grabbed some
packets of shamrocks, some green bunting and garland, and a few strings
of little green lights. I picked up some plates, napkins, and cups too.
Finally, I also got a stuffed leprechaun and a small shamrock windsock
too. At the check-out I spied a shamrock cookie cutter, so I grabbed
that and went back to the baking aisle and got some green food coloring
as well. We checked-out then, and went home.
At home we spent a while decorating the house. Then we adjourned to the
kitchen and I taught them all how to make shamrock cookies. The kitchen,
and each of us was a mess when we were finished, as a flour fight had
broken out at one point. Flour fights seemed to be a standard with us
whenever we baked.
Poor Elizabeth happened to walk in to get a drink while the flour fight
was in progress and had taken a direct hit in the face herself. We all
stopped dead and just looked at her. She caught us off-guard by feigning
anger. She started hollering at us, but surreptitiously had worked her
way toward the flour can, and when she had us mesmerized by her lecture
about the mess, she quickly reached in the can, grabbed a handful of
flour and threw it all over us! Of course the fight was back on again,
and Elizabeth was right in the middle of it! Eventually, we thankfully
ran out of flour, and everyone finally gave up and collapsed laughing in
the chairs at the table. I put a big plate of cookies on the table and
got the jug of milk from the refrigerator and some glasses, and we all
pigged-out on cookies, and laughed as we verbally relived the highlights
of our flour fight. When the cookies were gone, Elizabeth excused
herself to go shower.
As she left, she chuckled and said, "and I expect this mess to be cleaned
up when I return!"
We cleaned up and then spent a while playing video games.
* * *
Friday arrived, and as expected, Evan and Betsey were both nervous all
day. Once again, the whole gang gathered at the Bell & Crown to hear me
play. It was another good performance for me, and George was very
happy. Apparently some of the Pub's regulars had told their friends
about my show, and they came along. The pub was filled almost to
capacity.
During my break, I asked George what he was doing about St. Patrick's
Day. He looked at me blankly. I explained to him then about how it's a
big deal in the States, and that the bars do a whopping business because
of it. Sophie was listening and said it sounded like fun, but George
said they never did anything special for it. I asked him then if he'd
like me to bring my acoustic guitar that night and play a special show of
mostly Irish folk songs.
He thought a minute and said "Well, why not m'lad! Best ter announce it
now though so everyone knows ter come then!"
I grinned and when I went back on, I announced to everyone that on St.
Patrick's Day I'd be playing a special show from 4 to 7 and they should
all come join me. A lot of people gave me funny looks, but many grinned
as well.
* * *
After I was through, all of our friends left, except Evan and Betsey.
They both looked very nervous.
Chuckling, I leaned over and squeezed both their shoulders and told them
to relax, that Andy and I were going to make sure they had a good time!
We had one more drink with each other, then decided to go out to eat. We
found a nice, yet inexpensive restaurant, and had a nice meal together.
Andy and I kept the conversation going smoothly, and both Evan and Betsey
appeared to relax a lot.
After dinner, I asked if they wanted to see a movie together, or possibly
go find a club where we could go dancing. Evan deferred the decision to
Betsey. She said a movie would be fine. So we all went to the movies
together. Evan bought the tickets, using his employee's discount. The
movie was good, and this time when Evan put his arm around Betsey, he was
careful not to hit the other guy's hand. Betsey snuggled into Evan, and
he was beaming. Andy leaned over and whispered to me that Evan was
pitching a serious tent as well! I grinned.
After the movie, Evan asked if we wanted to go out for ice cream. Betsey
accepted readily.
Andy was about to open his mouth, when I said "Andy and I are going to
take off now, so you two can have a little time alone."
Immediately both Evan and Betsey looked terrified.
I snickered and said, "you're doing fine!"
I gave them a list of topics they could use if they ran out of things to
talk about, then Andy and I said good night and left.
* * *
On our way home, Andy and I stopped at the Barley Mow to see if Duke was
there, as I hadn't connected with him about any plans for the weekend.
He was there. He was talking with a young guy who looked to be our age,
who seemingly disappeared when we walked over. Andy and I exchanged
glances as Duke looked at us a bit uncomfortably. While I ordered us a
couple pints and sat down next to Duke, Andy went to the bathroom. Duke
and I made plans to take Jacob to visit his grandmother, then to dinner,
and finally to a museum on Sunday. Andy returned Just as Duke and I'd
completed our plans. The boy Duke was with seemed to have disappeared
altogether. We drank our beer and chatted a few minutes, then we said
good night and left. As we were going out the door, I turned and looked
behind me. The boy who'd been with Duke had re-entered the room and was
already crossing it toward him.
When we got out the door, Andy said "that guy with Duke was in the loo.
I recognized him. He was living on the streets when I was! He was
turning tricks back then. I don't think he recognized me though"
"Interesting," I said.
"You think Duke's a customer of his?" Andy asked.
"I don't know," I said.
We went back to the car and drove home then.
* * *
Late that night, Evan called. He was extremely excited. The rest of the
date with Betsey went really great. They talked the whole time they were
together. And when he'd driven her home, he'd kissed her, even though he
had a hardon, just like I'd told him to. He'd tried to keep his body
away from her, but she'd put her arms around him and drawn him to her.
And when she'd felt his hardon, she'd pulled back from their kiss
momentarily, smiled and resumed kissing him. Then she'd pressed her
pelvis against him even harder! After a minute, she'd taken his hand and
placed it on her breast, outside her blouse! Moaning lowly, she'd rubbed
against him a few times, practically dry humping him, while he'd squeezed
her tit a few times.
"Next time, let's find someplace to be alone together," she'd whispered
to him, before she began licking his ear. Then she'd reached down and
adjusted his hardon and began massaging it through his pants.
After a few seconds of that, he'd creamed his pants! Apparently it was
obvious enough to her that he was cumming, as she'd smiled broadly again,
and began massaging his cock quickly. When he was through, she'd given
his cock a final squeeze, then said good night and walked into the house,
leaving Evan standing there, panting, as the wetness in his pants spread,
and started to get cold and uncomfortable.
"HOLY SHIT!" I exclaimed, after hearing his story.
"I know!" Evan exclaimed.
"When's your next date?" I asked.
"Not soon enough!" he said chuckling, "I'm so hot for her, I started
jerking off again right now while I was telling you about what happened."
I snickered, but listening a second I could tell from Evan's breathing
that he was doing just that.
"Well, I'll say good night then, so your second hand is free!" I said,
"and Evan, I'm very happy it's turning out so nicely for you!"
"Thanks! And G'night!" he said.
"Night," I said, and hung up.
Andy was delirious with joy for Evan when I told him. He was also horny,
as was I. We didn't lose anytime getting into a '69' and sucking each
other off. Then we crawled under the covers and snuggled up together for
the night.
* * *
Andy and Harry both joined Jacob and I on our outing with Duke. After
meeting Duke's mother, Andy and Harry excused themselves and went to the
lobby to wait, while Duke, Jacob and I visited a while with Duke's
mother. Afterward, we had a good dinner. Then we went to the museum and
spent the afternoon exploring it. The boys had a really good time
together, and Andy and I did too. Afterward, Duke drove us home.
* * *
St. Patrick's Day I got to the B&C little early, and quickly taped some
extra shamrocks I'd picked up at the PX on the walls, while George was in
the kitchen. He hooted with laughter when he saw them. Momentarily I
began smelling cooked cabbage, and George was laughing again, saying
Sophie had made him have the chef prepare corned beef and cabbage as the
'Special of the day' on the menu for the occasion. There were two
American couples in the Pub at the time. They heard that and promptly
ordered some, then asked what was going on. Upon hearing I was going to
sing and play Irish music, they decided to stay a while after they ate.
George grinned and nodded at me, as he went back to the kitchen.
Just before I started, my friends all trooped in, bringing Evan and Andy
with them. Elizabeth and the boys came in a few minutes later, and took
up residence at "our" table. Promptly at 4:00 I began playing my guitar
and singing. I did as many Irish songs as I knew, and scattered a few
others in between. The pub was packed and everyone had a great time!
Many people joined me, singing along with the choruses of the songs.
During my break, Evan sidled over and told me that he and Betsey were
going to slip out a little early. He turned red when I said I hoped he'd
remembered his condoms. Smiling he said he'd picked up some more of the
lubed variety. I told him to call later with details. He said he would.
When my second set was done, and my friends had left. George came by and
paid me, and said he couldn't believe how many people were in the pub
during the middle of the week. He declared that they'd always celebrate
St. Patrick's Day from then on!
Before George went back to the bar, I asked Elizabeth, Andy, and the boys
if they'd like to stay and have some corned beef and cabbage for dinner.
Although the boys made faces about the cabbage, they agreed, so I ordered
plates of it for all of us.
Elizabeth, looked embarassed and leaned over and said, "I don't have
enough money John!"
I chuckled and said "I didn't ask for any. It's on me. Consider it in
lieu of the Room and Board you never let me pay you!"
She looked at me a moment, then finally smiled and said, "OK then."
We all enjoyed our dinner. Especially the boys, on whose plate George
had had the cook put less cabbage and more meat and potatoes! I noticed
that Andy seemed quiet though.
* * *
Andy was quiet for the rest of the evening. Finally, in bed that night I
looked at him and said, "OK, what's wrong?"
Andy looked at me. He looked embarrassed and sad.
"Well?" I asked, "You've been awfully quiet ever since dinner."
"I know," he said, "there's something we need to talk about..."
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