Date: Sun, 13 Jun 2004 21:01:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Step-Brother Jacob - Chapter 69

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			   My Step-Brother Jacob

				Chapter 69

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"Guys? Everyone's gonna be in town for the Fourth if I remember
correctly. right?" I asked, as we sat with Mike's brother and parents,
discussing fundraising for the suicide prevention program Brian was
starting up. "How about we do a small concert at the festival, and put
all the profits toward Brian's program?"

"That's a great idea!" Pete said. "And that'll get some publicity for
Brian too!"

"But how? where?" Mitchell asked.

All the guys started talking at once then, as Brian and his parents sat
looking at us, completely surprised.

After a while, everyone calmed down, and I said, "I'm wondering if we
can't get the Paramount, or maybe even the Stone Pony to let us use one
of their venues for free. They could take a charitable non-cash tax
deduction for it! They could also sell refreshments and make some money
that way. We don't have to charge huge admission prices then, and all
the profits could go to Brian!"

"Y-you'd do this for us?" Brian interupted and asked, then.

Suddenly it was completely quiet, and we all looked at Brian.

"We'll do anything if it'll help prevent someone else from having to go
through what Mike and the three of you have gone through," I said,
quietly.

Mrs. Weiss started crying then. Her husband had tears in his eyes, and a
couple broke loose from Brian's and ran down his cheeks too.

"You have no idea how much your help means to us," Brian said. "We can't
thank you enough!"

"I just wish we'd been able to help when it counted - before Mike died,"
I said, as a tear ran down my cheek then too.

Some of the guys were sniffling or wiping their eyes too I noticed.

"So! Can you call the festival's organizer and see if we can't get
worked into things?" I asked.

Brian got up and immediately went to the phone and made the call. He was
smiling when he came back. The call had gone well. We had two hours
before the printing deadline, to get the information about the venue in,
so it would appear in the printed programs.

"I know the manager of the Paramount Theater," Mr. Weiss said. "Let me
call her."

He bustled off then and came back a few minutes later, talking to someone
on his portable phone.

"How would 6:30 be. It's the only hole they have in their schedule.
They say you can play 6:30 - 7:30, and they'll let us have the theater
for free. They liked your idea of a tax write-off!" Mr. Weiss said.

We all looked at one another and grinned.

"We'll do it!" I said.

Mr. Weiss grinned and went off to make the arrangements then. When he
returned, Brian called the festival's organizer and had the concert
inserted into the program schedule.

"What should the entrance fee be?" he asked, holding the phone to his
chest.

"We're not well known, it'll have to be cheap. How about $5.00 a head?
Make sure they put down that all profits go to - whatever you named the
organization," I said.

Everyone agreed.

"We're all set," Brian said, when he got off the phone a couple minutes
later.

"What are you calling this suicide prevention program anyway?" Boner
asked.

"Well, we're hoping to get a location to work out of, so it'll be more
than just a program, so it'll be 'The Michael J. Weiss Suicide Prevention
Center'," Brian said, smiling.

We all smiled.

"So what do we have to do now?" Craig asked.

"Basically, all you guys have to do is show up and perform!" Mike's dad
said. "The theater is handling the rest."

"Cool!" Craig said, and we all grinned.

Before we left, we all talked some more about the logistics and plans.
We decided to do some additional advertising. Brian said he'd work on
printing up some flyers that could be posted around town.

I suggested maybe it would be a good idea if we paid our local radio
station a visit too, and ask them for some free advertising in exchange
for a copy of our new CD. The guys all thought that was a good idea, and
suggested we do it right away.

 * * *

As we were getting ready to leave, Brian said, "Hey! I almost forgot.
Did one of you guys put a graduation tassle on Mike's grave?"

Everyone looked at me.

Sheepishly, I said, "Uh, yeah, that was me."

Brian grinned and said, "I thought that was so cool when I stopped by to
see Mike the other day. Thanks!"

"Well, he would've graduated with us, so he should have a tassle too!" I
said.

Brian walked over to me and gave me a hug then. "It's easy to see why
Mike loved you so much," he whispered to me.

He hugged all the other guys then too, and we took off.

 * * *

We drove directly to the local radio station then. When we arrived, we
told the receptionist that as a new band in the area, who'd recently
recorded a new CD, we'd like to introduce ourselves to the DJ, and give
him a copy of the CD, for the station.

The receptionist disappeared for a couple of minutes, then returned,
telling us that the DJ would be out shortly. Within a few minutes he did
appear.

We introduced ourselves to him, and gave him a copy of our CD. He was
most pleased and said he'd play it next. We told him then about Mike,
and how he died, and his brother was starting a suicide prevention
center, but needed some publicity. We told him about the concert we were
doing as well. Then, we asked if he could put in a word for the suicide
prevention center, and our concert. He said he'd be more than happy to
do that for us, but thought it would be even better if we made a brief
appearance on the radio with him, as a new and upcoming local group. He
said we could make our own pitch then.

The guys all looked a little dubious upon hearing that, but we agreed.
The DJ led us back to his broadcasting booth then. When we got there,
the last song that was playing was just ending. He told us to be quiet
for a moment, then he flipped on his microphone and broadcast that he was
going to play a couple of songs off a brand new CD that was recorded by a
new local group - 'The Six-Shooters'. He flipped off his microphone,
then started the CD, and 'Mike's Song' came on.

The DJ listened a couple minutes, then turned to us and said "You guys
are GREAT! Where'd you say you were playing on the fourth?"

Grinning, we told him. When the song ended, he complimented us on air,
and broadcast that we would be in concert at the Paramount theater in
Asbury Park at 6:30 on the Fourth of July, and that the tickets would be
only $5.00, with all the profits going to the new 'Michael J. Weiss
Suicide Prevention Center'!

"Why don't you tell us about it John?" he said, handing me a headset.

Caught off guard, I thought I was going to panic. He chuckled and
grinned at me then.

I took the headset and put it on, then he reached over and turned on the
microphone.

Not really knowing what to say, I introduced myself and spoke about the
band, and Mike, and how Mike was no longer with us. Then I told about
his brother Brian's efforts to set up a suicide prevention center, and
that we were having a concert on the fourth, to raise funds for it. I
gave the details about the concert again, and invited everyone to join
us. If they couldn't come, I implored them to please send donations to
Brian.

The disc jockey flipped my microphone off then and announced "Devastated
Dreams". Then, he flipped his own microphone off and told me I'd done
great. He asked us to hang around a few minutes, so everyone could say a
few words. The guys were all nervous. After the song ended, he had us
all say something though, and they each did fine. The DJ asked us a
bunch of questions, which we answered too. Finally, I told him we had to
get going. He wrapped up his dialog with us, and we all said good-bye.
He put on the next song, and then walked us back out to the lobby.
There, we said good-bye privately, and he thanked us for the CD,
promising to play it every so often, and to annouce the concert again a
few times for us.

Grinning, we left, each driving off in different directions to our
houses.

 * * *

"JOHN!" the twins both shouted as we pulled in the driveway.

"We heard you on the radio!" Scott said, running up to the car.

I noticed the twins' boom box was sitting just inside the garage door,
and music was playing. The boys had apparently wanted to listen to some
music while they played basketball.

I grinned and said, "Yeah, we didn't quite expect that to happen, but..."

"You sounded great!" Grandma called from the flower garden along the side
of the house where she was weeding. "What's this about a concert
though?"

We got out of the car and went and sat down next to Grandma. The boys
joined us. Then, Andy and I told them about the suicide prevention
center that Brian was opening, in Mike's memory, and about how the band
was giving a concert to help raise funds on the Fourth of July. They all
thought it sounded great.

As we talked, Andy mentioned that I had to update our website with
information about the concert.

"What website?" Jacob asked.

Andy told them all about the the website I'd created then. Of course
they all wanted to see it right away, so we went inside to the computer.
I brought up the website, and they all looked it over.

"Wow! That's so professional looking," John said. "That's a great
picture of Mike too!"

"It's brilliant!" Harry said.

"How'd you make the site?" Scott asked.

"I'll show you," I said.

Then I logged on and launched the web page builder, and showed them how
to work on a website. For an example, I added the announcement about the
concert on the Fourth. They all thought that was cool.

 * * *

"Who's Cody Michaels?" Jacob asked, suddenly. He was looking at a
post-it note I had stuck to my notes about the web page.

"Oh! He was an old friend of Mike's from way back. I told Brian I'd try
to locate him on the net. I was going to look for him last night, but I
never got to it," I said.

"Oh!" Jacob said.

"C'mon guys!" John said. "Grandma said we didn't have too much longer
before we had to pick up and get ready for supper."

The boys all took off for the backyard again then.

"Are you going to look for Cody now?" Andy asked.

"Well, I suppose we should work on dinner for Grandma, but, we could give
it a try. He's supposed to be in Phoenix. Maybe he'll turn out to be
easier to find than we thought."

Andy pulled up a chair and sat down next to me.

I ran through a few searches, and came up with some Cody Michaels, but
none of them were the right age, or were in the wrong location. After a
few minutes though, one popped up that would've been the right age. He
was from a suburb of Phoenix. It gave the name of the school he
attended. I ran a search on "cody Michaels" and the school's name, and
found an article that was published in the school's on-line news. It
told how Cody had won a regional award in track. The article gave his
parents' names. I searched the on-line white pages, looking for the
parents' names then, and found a phone number and address.

"Well, here goes nothing," I said, picking up the phone and dialing the
phone number that came up.

I got an answering machine. It was the Michaels' home though. So, I
left a message for Cody, asking if he was an old friend of Mike Weiss's
from Asbury Park. If he was, I asked that he call me, e-mail me, or look
for me on AIM. I gave him the phone number, my e-mail address, and my
AIM screen name.
"Best we'll be able to do for now!" I said.

 * * *

Andy and I went and washed up then and checked the kitchen to see what
was cooking for supper. Grandma had a couple of roast beefs roasting in
the oven, and there was a huge pot of water with washed, peeled, and
cut-up potatoes in it on the burner. Another pan with gravy was
simmering on 'warm'. And some frozen vegetables were thawing on the
counter.

"What're your plans for these potatoes?" I called out the door.

"I'm going to mash them," Grandma called. "Just leave them, I'll get to
them."

As I listened to Grandma, I suddenly noticed that there were a couple of
girls about the twins' age in the driveway playing hoop with the boys.

"Get a load of this," I murmured to Andy.

Andy looked out.

"Do you see what I see?" Andy asked, somewhat incredulously.

I looked at him. He was staring at Scott. I followed Andy's gaze and
realized that Scott appeared to be sporting wood!

"I'll be!" I said.

We both snickered, and watched for a couple minutes longer, while the
twins kept trying to show off in front of the girls, which was clearly
annoying Jacob and Harry.

"Conversation at the dinner table should be good tonight!" I said,
chuckling.

Then I went over to the stove and turned on the water.

"Grandma said to wait," Andy said.

I looked at Andy and just raised an eyebrow.

"OK, let's set the table while we wait for the water to boil then," He
said, smirking at me.

Andy and I set the table, then I boiled and mashed the potatoes. I got
the veggies ready to steam at the last minute, and I located some dinner
rolls and butter to go with the meal.

By the time we had supper ready, the girls had left, Grandma had come in
and was happy to see we'd started supper without her, as she was warm and
tired. We made her sit down and gave her a tall glass of cranberry juice
over ice.

"Mmm! Nice! Thanks fellas," she said, smiling, as she leaned back and
relaxed. "That sun's hotter than I thought!"

"There're a couple bottles of beer in the fridge if you boys would care
to join me. As long as you're not driving later, that is!" Grandma said.

"Nope! No plans for the evening," I said.

Andy grinned and went to the refrigerator and pulled out a couple of icy
cold Coronas for us. He also took out a block of cheese and a sleeve of
crackers.

The boys all smelled sweaty, so I sent them upstairs to shower, telling
them they only had 20 minutes before supper was ready.

As we sat down with Grandma to enjoy our cocktails and crackers & cheese,
the boys all ran upstairs to shower.

 * * *

All four boys ran into the bathroom together and began stripping. They
were only wearing T-shirts, shorts, boxers, sneakers, and socks, so it
only took a minute before there was a pile of sneakers on the floor in
the corner, and they'd filled the laundry hamper with their oderiferous
clothes. Then, they all stood naked, grinning at each other. All four
of them were sporting hardons.

"Man! John was right! We stink!" Scott said, suddenly, grimmacing a
little.

Everyone snickered.

"C'mon! We only have a few minutes!" John said, climbing into the tub.
"Who's gonna join me?"

Harry was closest, so he quickly jumped into the tub with John.
Grinning, as he pulled the shower curtain shut, he said, "Don't you two
do anything we won't be doing!"

John started the water, and in a minute, he and Harry were sudsing each
other up. Both boys took their time washing each other's genitals and
butts, making sure they were both good and clean.

 * * *

While Harry and John were enjoying their shower together, Jacob produced
a tube of KY jelly, and said, "How'd you like to put this to good use?"

Scott grinned, as Jacob bent over the bathroom sink. He took the tube of
KY from Jacob, and slathered a goodly amount on his hard dick, and also
dabbed some on Jacob's anus as well. Then he positioned himself behind
Jacob, who was holding his ass cheeks open, and pressed the head of his
rod up against Jacob's asshole. Gently he pressed forward. Jacob pushed
back toward him pushing his ass muscles at the same time. Suddenly, his
sphincter opened, and Scott's penis slid deep inside him. Jacob gasped,
as Scott's dick became deeply buried in his rectum.

"Sorry," Scott said. "Didn't realize it'd slide in so easily."

"It's OK," Jacob said. "Go ahead and fuck me now!"

Scott grinned and began to slowly fuck in and out of Jacob's asshole
then, as Jacob began to moan softly.

 * * *

In the shower, John and Harry had both thoroughly soaped each other up,
and were now busy masturbating each other, and massaging each other's
anuses. Both of them were enjoying themselves immensely, and knew it
wouldn't be long before they came.

"You're so good John!" Harry murmured, as he began concentrating more of
his effort on the younger boy's anus, illiciting low pleasureful murmurs
from him.

"I'm gonna cum soon Harry!" John said.

"I know. Me too!" Harry, said.

Both boys looked at one another and grinned, then sped up their strokes
slightly.

 * * *

Outside the shower curtain, Jacob was sprawled across the sink, and Scott
was plowing his cock in and out of his hole.

"Keep going! Just like that!" Jacob gasped. Scott's dick was rubbing
right against his prostate.

Scott grinned. He had no intention of changing a thing. He could tell
his orgasm was beginning to build.

"Oh Fuck!" Jacob gasped, as he felt his orgasm building.

Scott placed both hands on Jacob's hips and started fucking him just a
little faster. It was as fast as he could go.

Both boys were breathing heavily now, in gasps, as they felt their
imminent explosions approaching.

Another few strokes, and suddenly Jacob groaned. His asshole closed
tightly around Scott's dick, as he forcefully expelled a stream of semen
all over the floor between his feet. The feeling of Jacob's hole
clenching his dick was more than Scott could take. Suddenly, his cock
exploded, depositing a load of hot cum deep within Jacob's bowels. As
Scott continued pumping in and out of Jacob's asshole, both boys exploded
over and over, ejaculating repeatedly. By the time they were finished,
and Scott had pulled his dick out of Jacob, there was quite the pool of
cum on the floor in front of the sink, and Scott's cum was leaking out
Jacob's asshole and running down the inside of his thighs.

 * * *

About midway through Scott and Jacob's orgasms, John and Harry both began
spasming and shooting their love juice all over each other and the shower
walls. Both of them continued pumping each other's dicks and massaging
each other between the buttocks, as gasping with each spasm, they both
spewed load after load of semen.

 * * *

Eventually, all four boys finished cumming, and each stood grinning at
their partner. John and Harry quickly washed off and rinsed each other
and the shower down, while Jacob cleaned up his mess with wads of
Kleenexes.

John and Harry vacated the shower then, and Scott and Jacob hopped in.
While the prior two dried off, the latter quickly washed and rinsed.

All four boys finished up as quickly as possible, and ran to their rooms
and put on clean clothes. Then, 19 minutes after they'd been warned they
had only 20 minutes until dinner, all four bounded down the stairs and
presented themselves for supper.

Andy and I looked carefully at them. We grinned, as we recognized their
post-orgasmic contented looks. They tinged pink and grinned at us as
well.

 * * *

Andy and I quickly served up dinner, and we all sat down to eat.

Everything was delicious, and everyone was in a good mood, so it was a
happy meal.

At one point, just as both of the twins had stuffed forkfuls of roast
beef into their mouths, I nudged Andy, then said to them, "So you two
gonna tell us about your girlfriends?"

Both boy's almost spit out their food, they were so surprised by my
question. Andy, Jacob, and Harry all started laughing. Even Grandma was
smirking a little at them.

The twin's both blushed profusely, and as soon as they could clear their
mouths of the roast beef, they both started protesting that they weren't
their girlfriends.

"They just live around here and like to play hoop!" John cried.

"And ride bikes," Scott added.

"Uh huh," Jacob said. "So that's why you were so chuffed to see them,
and you were busy showing off as we played ball!"

"Jacob!" John complained.

"uh uh uh," I said. "He's right. I saw you!"

The twins just looked around at us all, still blushing, as we grinned or
smirked at them.

Finally, Scott said, "Well... they are kind of pretty!"

Everyone laughed then, and I said, "They're a little more than 'kind of
pretty'! They both looked pretty HOT to me!"

The guys all looked at me.

Snickering I said, "What? I'm bi, not just gay! I like girls too!
So... I happened to notice that they were hot! By the way - good taste
guys!"

Everyone laughed again, and the twins blushed some more.

"Relax! We're not making fun of you. If you like them, that's great!
Have fun!" I said.

The twins both smiled gratefully at me, then went back to their meals.

 * * *

After we'd eaten, Grandma announced that dessert would be bowls of ice
cream, but suggested we wait and eat them later, since we'd eaten so much
for supper. We all agreed.

We sent Grandma to the living room to relax awhile, while we cleaned up
and got the dishes loaded into the dishwasher.

As we were clearing up, I noticed that the twins were having a private,
whispered conversation. I watched them as I worked, and after a minute,
they caught me looking at them. They both grinned sheepishly at me. I
winked at them in return.

I was surprised when, after we'd finished cleaning up, the twins quietly
asked me if I'd come out to their tree house with them for a few minutes.

"Just me?" I asked.

The two of them blushed a little and smiled slightly, but nodded.

"OK," I said, smiling.

They smiled a little bigger, but both looked a little nervous too I
thought.

"Me and the guys have to discuss something," I said to Andy, but loudly
enough for Jacob and Harry to hear as well. "We're going out to the tree
house for a few minutes."

"OK," Andy said, looking curiously at the twins.

Together, the three of us went out the back door, crossed the yard, and
climbed up into the boys' tree house. As we climbed up, I noted that I
might better look the tree house over a little before I left and see if
it needed any repairs. A couple of the boards that were nailed to the
tree, which served as a ladder seemed wobbly.

 * * *

"So, what's up guys?" I asked, as the three of us settled down on the
floor of the tree house. I sat in the middle of it, while the twins both
sat opposite me, with their backs against the wall.

They both looked at each other. I could tell they were a little
nervous. Neither said anything, but Scott reached over into a box in the
corner and produced what turned out to be a 'Hustler' Magazine.

"This," he said, thrusting the magazine at me.

Surprised, I took it and flipped to the centerfold and took a look.

"Damn!" I said, as I felt my dick starting to stiffen. "She's hot!"

I looked at a couple of the other pictures, as my cock continued
hardening. Suddenly, I remembered that the boys had wanted to talk.

snickering and blushing slightly, I closed the magazine and looked at
them. They were both looking at me curiously.

"Sorry," I said. "OK, so you wanted to talk about this? What's up?"

The twins looked at each other, then back at me. John spoke then.

"Well... you know that me and Scott, well... you know... right?" he said,
blushing.

"Yes, I'm aware that you two 'take care of each other'," I said. "Go
on."

"Well... we really like doing it with each other, and even with Jacob and
Harry. So we thought we were both gay." Scott said. "But, lately, we've
both been wondering about girls, and well, we found this magazine stuffed
under the edge of the steps at that old abandoned house a couple blocks
over. We took it and brought it here. We've both looked at it a lot and
we both noticed that the pictures and stories in it excite us. And...
well... you were right. The girls who were here today... well... they
are hot, and they excite us too! So we're both a little confused. Now
we're wondering if maybe we're turning straight, or if maybe we're bi
like you. Do you think we are?"

I smiled and said, "Well, first, I just want you to know I'm glad you
know you can talk to me about this. I love you guys, and whether you
turn out gay, bi, or even straight, it's OK with me. I'll always love
and support you, and I don't ever want you to feel funny about talking to
me about your feelings. OK?"

Both of them smiled, and nodded.

"OK, well, that being said, I'm not really sure I can answer your
question for you," I said. "See, since you get excited with guys, and by
pictures of girls, it's hard for us to know for certain if you're going
to be straight, gay, or bi. You apparently haven't had enough
experiences yet for you to figure out whether you're more attracted to
guys, girls, or maybe to both."

"So, you mean, we might not be gay then?" Scott asked.

"That's right!" I said. "But, then again, maybe you are. Or, maybe you
will be like me - and like both. I can't tell you yet. Listen. Quite
often, guys your age, who are best friends or brothers, like yourselves,
experiment with sex with each other. Later on though, they turn out to
be straight. I know you're both curious about sex, and you're both horny
as hell all the time! All boys are, whether they're straight, gay, or
bi! So being curious and horny, and being as close to each other as you
are, well, even if I didn't know for sure that you two fool around with
each other, I'd assume that you do, since so many guys do! There's
nothing wrong with it either. You two should feel free to do whatever
you want to with each other, provided of course you both want to do it,
and that it's nothing dangerous!"

I paused to take a breath. Both twins just sat looking at me, so I
continued.

"Now!" I said. "In addition to that though, I fully expected you both to
also become curious about girls. That's perfectly normal too. Obviously
it'd be normal if you were straight, but, even a lot of guys who in the
end turn out to be gay, get a little curious about girls as they're
growing up too. I guess it's kind of like this. Even if you feel you're
interested in one gender, how do you know you're not MORE interested in
the other? So, it's natural that you'd want to try everything, before
deciding what you like best. So, whichever way you're going to end up,
you guys aren't having any inappropriate feelings at the moment."

The twins both grinned then, and asked me all kinds of questions about
girls and what guys do with them. I answered all their questions, but
lectured them very seriously about sex. I explained all about STDs that
they could get from either girls or guys, and how they could catch them,
and what the outcome was. By the end of that conversation, I think I had
them almost scared enough that they just wanted to stick with each
other. I also went over how to prevent an unwanted pregnancy. They
asked me about me and their sister then, and I answered all their
questions honestly. As we were winding up the conversation, I asked them
to please not have sex with anyone else, without first discussing it with
me. They promised they wouldn't. Then I told them, if they decided they
had to break their promise to me, which would hurt my feelings, that they
had to promise to always use condoms. They both said they wouldn't break
their promise, but that they'd always use condoms once they did start
having sex with other people, since they didn't want to get any STDs.

 * * *

"Um, John, how do we know how to use a condom?" John asked.

I told them I'd teach them when the time was right.

"But, what if we need them before you come back again?" Scott asked.

"Well, I really don't want you guys having sex with anyone before that,"
I said. "It won't be that long before I'm back."

They both looked at each other, then looked back at me blankly.
Obviously they were worried they might need to know how before long. The
thought disturbed me, but I was more disturbed by the thought that they
might try to figure out how to use condoms on their own, without me, and
end up in a bad situation. I thought for a minute trying to figure out
what to do. I decided I had to teach them before I left. As I thought
about it, I remembered that there might be a box of condoms in the glove
box of my car. They'd be old and should be thrown out anyway.

"Scott," I said. "Run down to my car, and look in the glove box. There
might be a light blue box of condoms. If there is, bring it back with
you."

The twins grinned then. Scott scrambled up and crawled down out of the
tree house.

"So you'll teach us now?" John asked, while Scott was gone.

"If I've still got them," I said.

He grinned.

Scott crawled back up into the tree house relatively quickly. Grinning
he said "Got 'em!"

"OK, close the trap door," I said.

The boys both grinned, and Scott slid the trap door into place and locked
it. He handed me the box of condoms. I looked at the expiration date.
They'd expired a couple months earlier.

"Yup, we can use these to show you what to do, but you can't use them for
real, because they're too old," I said.

I explained about expiration dates, and how to store condoms, so there
was the least chance they'd fail to work. After that, I explained about
all the different varieties of condoms, and what the differences were.
The boys listened attentively to everything I said.

"So how do you use them?" Scott asked, after I'd explained that only
latex, or latex substitute condoms (for people who are allergic to latex)
were effective against HIV transmission, and that's all they should use.

Looking around, I said, "Got anything that's shaped like a dick, about
the same size, that I can use to show you how to put them on?"

John rooted through the box in the corner, but came up empty.

"We could just put them on ourselves," Scott said.

Snickering, I said, "I suppose so."

Before I could say anything else, the twins looked at each other,
grinned, and started pulling their shorts off.

"Guys!" I said.

"What?" they both said, as they continued stripping.

I noticed they both were semi-hard, with anticipation.

Snickering again, I said, "Oh what the hell! OK, first thing is you have
to be hard to put them on. You don't put them on when you're soft! And
you put it on, just before you're ready to use it."

I gave them each a condom then.

"Are you gonna show us on you?" John asked.

"I hadn't planned on it," I said, blushing. "I just thought I'd explain,
and you'd put them on yourselves."

"I think I'd get it better watching you," Scott said, as he absently took
his penis in his hand and began stroking it.

I felt my own penis beginning to stiffen a little. Both boys looked at
me.

"Fine!" I said. "But I know you both just want to see me naked with a
hardon!"

The two of them blushed profusely, but neither denied it.

I took a third condom from the box, and got on my knees, and dropped my
shorts. My dick was semi-erect, and both boy's eyes were drawn
immediately to it.

"OK, get hard," I said, and I took my cock in my fist and began stroking
it.

Both the boy's eyes got a little larger as they watched my dick growing
to it's full 9". They too both began masturbating as they watched.
Within seconds, all three of us were hard. Both of them kept glancing at
my erection longingly. Their dicks looked pretty nice to me too, now
that they'd gotten a little older and grown some. John looked like he
was about 5" long now, and Scott's looked to be about a 1/2" longer. I
knew I had to behave though. They were too young for me to be fooling
around with. Besides, they needed a man in their lives who they could
trust, who they knew loved them, and was interested in them for the boys
they were, and the men they were becoming, and NOT as another sex
partner! In my mind's eye though, I could just picture the the three of
us in a menage' a trois. John sucking my dick, while Scott rimmed me, or
me sucking John off, while Scott fucked me up the ass, or me fucking both
of them at once - going back and forth between them, or... The
possibilities were endless. Just thinking about it made my dick start to
ooze a bit of precum. The boys saw this too, I noticed. They both
looked like they wanted to dive for my dick and lick it off. I would've
certainly enjoyed it if they did! I decided I'd best get the condom
lessons over with quickly, before one of us creamed all over the tree
house floor.

I showed them how to take the condom out then, and hold it with the
proper side pressed against the tip of their penis. Then I showed them
how to hold the resevoir end, so it didn't have alot of air in it, and
finally how to unroll it all the way. Shortly, all three of us had our
condoms on. The boys both began stroking themselves again, through their
rubbers.

I snickered and asked how it felt.

"Not bad, but not quite as good as my bare hand," Scott said.

"Yeah," John agreed.

"Promise me you're gonna use them when you start having sex," I said.

They both did.

I showed them then, how to take them off, without pulling all their pubic
hair out.

"And that's that," I said.

"Simple," Scott said.

"Does it feel weird when you squirt in it?" John asked.

Chuckling I said, "There's four more left in the box. You can have
them. Don't save them for sex - they're too old. But, try putting them
on, then jerking off into them. Then you'll see how it feels. Don't let
Grandma find the garbage though, and don't flush them down the toilet,
they could get stuck. Oh, and last thing! You can only use a condom
once! No leaving it on after you cum in it, and using it again! They
can and do break!"

I pulled up my shorts then, shoving my dick off to the left. The boys
got dressed again then too. Interestingly, I noticed that Scott stuck
his dick off to the left, but John's hung right!

"Must be something to do with the the mirror image thing that goes on
with identical twins like them," I thought to myself.

 * * *

"Guys, there's something else I think we should talk about yet," I said.
"Now that you're getting older, you both need to understand something
else too. You guys aren't always going to function as one unit together,
like you have been all your lives so far. Up until now, outside of your
classes at school, which Grandma requested you be separated in, so you
become more independent from each other, you've done everything
together. You've even learned about sex together with one another.
Personally, I think that's great. Because, you love one another so much,
you were both comfortable exploring your sexuality together, knowing you
could be yourselves, completely, without any embarrassment. I wish I'd
had a twin! We'd have had fun too!"

The boys both smiled.

"Anyway," I said. "Now that you're getting older, you're going to be
finding that you do have some differences, and you do have a few
different likes and dislikes. Some of them might be sexual preferences
too! You're also going to begin to realize that you're both
individuals. That you don't necessarily have to do everything together.
You're going to start to separate a little. Eventually, at least one of
you's going to become interested romantically, and sexually, in another
person, be it a girl or a guy. The other one of you may not be at that
point in your life yet though. Or, maybe it will happen for both of you
at the same time. Who knows. My point is, you both have to remember,
that you'll always be brothers, and will always have one another, but at
the same time, you're going to have to be willing to let each other go,
so you can go off and have your own lives."

They both looked a little depressed then.

"I guess my point is, that now that you've both taken an interest in
girls, one of you might find you're more interested in girls than the
other. Or you might both be, or neither of you may end up that way. But
to find out, it means that you probably will try going out with girls.
Going out with a girl is something you can't do together. Of course you
can double date. What I mean is, when it comes to dating and sex, a girl
isn't going to want to share the two of you. OK, so one bunch of pictures
in your magazine shows a girl being fucked by one guy while another one's
giving it to her up the ass at the same time. Yeah, there are some girls
out there who like that. Most girls, particularly ones your age, won't
though. They're going to want to be with just one guy at a time. So,
what I'm trying to say is you won't be able to share a girlfriend, you'll
each have to get your own. Also, one of you may end up with a girlfriend
sooner than the other. And the one who's left behind is going to feel a
little lonely. That's normal. If that happens, whichever one of you
doesn't have a girlfriend shouldn't feel jealous of your brother though.
And whichever one of you's got the girlfriend, don't rub it in and make
the the other one that he doesn't have a girlfriend feel worse.
Remember, the following week, the situation could be reversed suddenly!"

"So, to sum up. As much as you're both operating now as one unit most of
the time, you are individuals as well. It's great you love being
together, and there's no reason you have to stop, as long as you're both
happy. But, you each need to be willing to let your brother go off on
his own too, if that's what he wants. Nothing will ever stop you from
being brothers, and loving each other. But, eventually, you're both
going to become more individual and separate from each other as well," I
said.

The boys sat looking at me for a moment. Then they looked at each other,
then back to me.

"That's really kind of sad," John said, finally.

His brother nodded in agreement.

I grinned and said, "yeah, I know. But, actually, how much you guys
decide to separate from one another, and when to start separating, is
really up to you! Some twins go their own ways completely. Some stay
very close. Other fall somewhere in between. It's up to you. My point
is I guess, that it might happen when you start getting romantic with
girls, or even other guys, and, it's supposed to be that way, so you
both need to realize that, and be aware that it can happen. Then you'll
be ready to let go of each other a little. I know the one who's left
behind at first will hurt a little that he's left behind, but try to
remember to be happy for your brother, who's moving ahead, hopefully in a
happy situation! And soon enough you too will be off with someone
special to you too."

The twins looked at each other for a minute.

"I don't ever want to lose you," John said to Scott.

"You won't, cause I don't ever want to lose you either!" Scott said.

They both smiled at each other then, as I looked on,
grinning.

"Well, I think that's enough for tonight. Unless... you guys want to
discuss anything else?" I said.

"No," they chorused together.

"Let's go get some ice cream now," Scott said.

"Yeah, and I want to wash my hands. They feel funny from these condoms!"
Scott said.

I snickered and said, "yeah me too. It's the dry lube they put on them."

Scott stowed the extra condoms with their Hustler magazine in the box in
the corner, and John opened the trap door. We all climbed down out of
the tree house then, and walked back to the house. It was dusk already.

Grandma was busy dishing out heaping bowls of ice cream for Jacob, Harry,
and Andy.

"Good timing!" she said, "Ready for some ice cream?"

"You know it," I said, as both twins yelled "Yeah!"

Grandma gave me a puzzled look as the three of us all lined up at the
sink and washed our hands well with lots of soap.

Blushing, I snickered and said, "Tree houses can be dirty you know!"

Once my hands were clean I helped her dish out the ice cream. I dished
out some for her and I last. Andy, and the boys had already all trooped
into the living room with their's.

"Have a good talk with the twins?" Grandma asked.

"Oh yeah," I said, grinning.

"Anything I should know about?" she asked.

Snickering, I said, "No, we were having a man to men talk!"

"I see," she said.

"Our boys are growing up!" I said.

"I know," she said a little sadly.

We both smiled at each other, then went to join the guys with our ice
cream.

 * * *

Later that night, after everyone else had gone to bed, Andy and I logged
onto the computer.

"Well, did he reply?" Andy asked, as I brought up my e-mail account.

"Yup," I said, grinning, as I saw an email from a 'Cody Michaels' in my
in basket."

I opened the e-mail and we both read it together.

"YES!" I said, and we high-fived each other.

In his e-mail, Cody said that he was in fact the Cody we were looking
for. He gave me his AIM screen name, and said to plug it into my buddy
list. I quickly brought up my buddy list and entered his screen name. I
was disappointed that he showed up as logged off, butleft AIM open then,
and went to answer his e-mail. As I started typing a reply, he suddenly
logged on, and IMed me right away.

After exchanging pleasantries, he asked me why I was contacting him, and
not Mike. He was upset when he heard about Mike's suicide. He wanted to
know then, if I knew why he killed himself.

"Basically, there was a person he liked, who was unavailable, and he just
couldn't handle it." I said.

"Person??? um... was it by any chance a guy?" Cody asked then.

"How come you ask that?" I replied, trying to skirt the issue.

He was silent a while then, and I didn't see him typing, so I wrote "It
wasn't you if that's what you're thinking."

"I didn't think it was" he replied.

"Oh." I said.

"Why'd you think I'd think that?" he asked.

I thought a minute.

while I was thinking, he typed in "???"

Finally, I told him that I knew about his and Mike's 'experimentation'
when they were younger.

Again, Cody didn't reply.

Finally, I typed, "Look, it's OK. I understand."

"So you know about me then?" he asked.

"Just the general gyst of what you and Mike were up to as kids." I said.

"He told you?" Cody asked.

"Uh... no... not exactly," I said.

"How'd you find out then?" he asked.

I hesitated, but since I'd gone that far, I figured what the hell. I
told him how I'd read Mike's journals after he died, and it was in them.

"Oh," Cody said.

I saw he was typing again, before I could reply, so I waited. He typed a
long time. when he sent the message, he'd typed in a little about how he
and Mike were just curious kids. He said though that as it turned out,
he was bisexual.

"lol - so am I," I typed back.

"So you were the 'unavailable' guy then?" he asked.

I hesitated, but finally admitted I was, and told him what had happened.
I asked him not to tell anyone I'd told him that much about things, as no
one else knew. He promised he wouldn't tell anyone anything.

He asked me then why I'd been unavailable, and I explained everything
about how I'd moved to England after my mother died, and met Andy, and we
were partners now, and about the guys, and our trip to the US When Mike
died, then my father's death (I left out why he went walking though) and
how we'd ended up coming over for a month for my graduation. I also told
him about our band and our website.

"What's the URL?" he asked.

"http://www.geocities.com/thesixshooters" I replied

He didn't respond for a minute.

"Wow!" he said, when he did reply a minute later. "Great site, and I
can't believe how gorgeous Mike was! He was always cute, but Damn!"

"Yeah, he was a heart breaker," I said.

"Too bad you didn't get together with him," he said.

"I didn't even know how he felt. And I was with Andy." I said.

"That's right, I'm sorry. Where's your partner now anyway?" he said.

"lol Reading over my shoulder," I replied.

"OH! ~blushes~ lol - Hi Andy!" Cody wrote.

"lol - Hello back," I sent, per Andy's wishes.

Cody told us some more about himself then. We must've talked for over an
hour. Eventually I said it was getting late, and we had to go to bed.
Cody thanked us for writing, and asked us to keep in touch with him. I
said we would. I asked him then to drop Brian an e-mail, because he
wanted to say Hello to him too. I reminded him not to let on about how
much I'd said though. He said he'd keep mum. I sent Brian's e-mail
address to him then. We said good-night then, and signed off.

"Seems like a nice guy. Too bad he hadn't still been living here. Maybe
he and Mike would've gotten together," Andy said.

"That would've been great!" I said.

"John?" Andy said.

"What?" I asked.

"If you had known Mike was gay before you met me, would we be together
now?" Andy asked.

"Oh Andy, I can't answer that! I expect that if I'd known, yeah, Mike
and I might have tried each other out, but in the end, we might've broken
up, so it wouldn't have mattered. I can say this. If we'd have been
together when I moved to London, and agreed to remain faithful to each
other while I was gone, then no, I wouldn't have become involved with
you, I'd have kept my promise. But Andy, that's the kind of guy you want
me to be. I do know though that you and I would've been friends at
least. That's for sure. Point is, things worked out like they did. You
and I ARE together. And, I can tell you that I know I'm happier with
you, than I'd have been with Mike. I'm not going to say I'm glad things
worked out for Mike like they did though. I wish he was still here. But
he's not, and things are as they are. So let's not even go there. OK?"
I said.

Andy looked at me rather solemnly, then he hugged me and said, "OK.
You're right though, I wouldn't have respected you as much as I do, if
you'd cheated on Mike to be with me. And I'd never be glad he's dead
either. All I will say is, I love you with all my heart John, and I
thank God we're together!"

I hugged Andy back and said, "I love you the same way, and feel the same
way you do!"

We kissed for a minute, then went upstairs and got into bed. Together we
made slow gentle love to each other, before we snuggled up and went to
sleep together...

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Author's Note: The URL http://www.geocities.com/thesixshooters, which is
shown in this and the previous chapter does lead to an actual website.
It is just a website that I made up though, to enhance the experience of
the storyline. All the information on it, and the band 'The Six
Shooters' (as is described on the site and in this story) is ficitious,
as is this story itself. I hope this clears up any confusion. Enjoy!
Tom Gaige

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