Date: Fri, 9 Nov 2007 21:10:15 -0800 (PST)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Step-Brother Jacob - Chapter 92
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My Step-Brother Jacob
Chapter 92
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"OH!... Almost!" John gasped.
He was half laying/half kneeling - face down - on the bed. The right
side of his head and his shoulders were pressed down firmly against the
mattress. His back was arched though, so that his butt was sticking up
in the air. And, his knees and lower legs were planted apart from one
another.
As the early morning sun seeped into the hotel room around the edges of
the curtains, Scott, who was kneeling on the bed behind his brother, in
the space between John's legs was swiftly moving his hips back and forth
a few inches, as his stiff penis slid in and out of his brother's
rectum.
"Me too!" he gasped, between labored breaths, as the bed squeaked
slightly with his rhythmic movements.
"Mmmmmmmmm..." John moaned softly, smiling a little as the head of his
brother's dick rubbed roughly, but pleasantly, back and forth over his
prostate. It felt like he was jerking off, only from the inside of his
ass, and at that moment, he was scant seconds from reaching his climax!
Scott's face darkened a little as too neared orgasm, and his blood
pressure rose a little more. He closed his eyes, and started fucking his
brother a little faster. His mouth opened some more, as his breathing
became heavier still.
"Ooohhhh!!!" John whined in a soft high-pitched voice as he felt his twin
speed up. He squeezed his pelvic muscles slightly, to try and hold off
his explosion as long as possible, knowing the longer he could wait, the
better it would feel.
Panting a little, Scott felt his brother's rectal grip on him tighten
slightly, and his face twisted slightly with passion, as he too fought to
hold his own orgasm back.
Suddenly John felt his sinuses expand. He groaned loudly then, and Scott
felt his brother's asshole clenching his dick tightly, as John fired a
large glob of semen from his penis, onto the sheet beneath him.
Immediately, his seminal fluid began to saturate the bedding immediately
around the glob of cum.
"AAAwwwwwww!!!" Scott gasped, a moment later, as his cock sank deep into
his brother, and just as John's sphincter relaxed, his nasal passages
opened fullyt too, and he blew a gush of spunk deep inside John.
"Oohhhmmmnnn!!" John moaned, as his body spasmed again, and he wet the
sheets still more.
"Fuckkk!!" Scott gasped, coating the insides of John's rectum with more
semen. John's tunnel suddenly felt slipperier to him, as his jism began
to act as additional lubricant.
"Ohhh...Mmmm..." John squealed then moaned, as he tensed up and blew more
cum into the middle of the already good-sized wet spot that was forming
under him.
Scott groaned and flooded JOhn's insides yet again.
Both the boys' orgasms began to abate then, and although he continued
fucking John, Scott's hip action slowed, as the time interval between the
boys' spasms lengthened, and their intensity lessened.
After a moment, their orgasms ended. Scott continued pumping in and out
of John though, but much slower. He smiled when he suddenly he felt his
brother's asshole squeeze his dick again, more gently this time, and
heard him moan almost inaudibly, as some residual cum oozed from his
penis, dripping from its tip, into the middle of the mess he'd made on
the bed. Scott's smile was whisked away, as he too too felt one more
shiver of joy ripple through him, and he too seeped the last of his semen
into his brother's love tunnel.
When it was over, Scott pushed himself forward, burying his already
softening penis as deep inside John as he could, then he bent forward
over John's back, and wrapped his arms around John's belly, and gave him
a hug.
"Damn that was fine!" he growled, smiling to himself.
"Fuck yeah!" John agreed, savoring his brother's warm embrace. He loved
Scott very much, but it was usually only these times, right after they'd
fucked, when Scott became physically demonstrative of his feelings for
him. John loved the feeling of being wrapped in his brother's arms -
especially when Scott would hug him. Sometimes, but not often, Scott
would even kiss John's shoulder, the back of his neck, or his ear, nearly
bringing tears to John's eyes. Each time they had sex, John would wait,
hoping for such an expression of his brother's feelings, but most of the
time, it never came.
The two remained still for a minute, still coupled, Scott hugging John,
until their breathing had returned to normal. John was overjoyed a minute
later, when Scott gave him an extra squeeze, and a kiss on the side of
his neck.
"That was fucking awesome! You are SO mad hot Bro!" Scott murmured, and
kissed him a second time.
"You are too Scotty!" John rasped, his voice full with emotion.
Then, as Scott's penis had shrunk fully back to normal, and John had
flexed with excitement over his kisses, it had suddenly slid out of
John's hole. Scott smiled again, and climbed off John, who felt a pang
of disappointment that his brother had left him. Quickly though, John
got up and reached for the Kleenex box. He ripped a few from it, wadded
them up, and stuffed the wad between his buttocks, up against his anus,
as chuckling, Scott reached for a few himself, which he wrapped all
around his still slick, dripping, dick.
"Messy, but really nice!" Scott said, smirking a little.
"Yeah," John agreed. Ruefully he added though, "At least you get to just
dry your dick off. I have to wait for your stuff to dribble back out of
me!"
Scott snickered and smirked at his brother a little, until JOhn muttered
"asshole". This of course brought a chuckle from Scott.
"C'mon," Scott said, unwrapping the kleenex from his still somewhat moist
and sticky dick and tossing it in the trash. "Let's go hit the shower,
before everyone gets up."
"OK," John said.
Both picked up their jeans and pulled them on commando style, and grabbed
a towel off the rack by the sink. Scott picked up their shared bottle of
shampoo as well, while John snatched up their soap-on-a-rope. Then,
Scott turned toward the door into the hallway. At the same time, John
turned and started to walk toward the door that lead into our room.
"Hey Dufus - wrong door!" Scott said, grinning.
"I know that!" John snapped. "We should tell John where we're going
though!"
"That's Bullshit! We don't need permission to go to the shower!" Scott
said. "Besides, he'll figure out that's where we are, if he even wakes
up before we get back."
"Oh shut up," John said, "I'm gonna tell him where we are. Don't want to
start the day with him pissed off at us!"
"Oh fine!" Scott grumbled, and he turned to follow John, who was knocking
lightly on the door into our room. Nobody answered his knock. John
knocked again, and again nobody answered.
"See?" Scott hissed. "They're sleeping yet!"
Glaring at Scott, John tried the doorknob, and found the door wasn't
locked, so he opened the door.
* * *
As the door opened, John peered into our room.
"He's not there!" he hissed to Scott. Then giggling, he added, "But Andy
is. Hey Scott - you gotta check this out! C'm'ere!"
"What is it?" Scott asked curiously, leaning toward his brother to peer
into the room better.
"Look!" John said, still chuckling, and pointing at Andy.
"Holy Shit!" Scott said, grinning.
"I can't believe how big it is!" John said, staring at Andy
incredulously, who was lying on his back, with his legs splayed, fast
asleep. He was apparently having a great sex dream, as was evidenced by
a tall lump under the duvee in the region of his crotch.
The twins looked at each other then, and as each felt his own dick
starting to tingle again, a conspiratorial look crept into both their
eyes. Nodding slightly, Scott's grin widened, and he motioned for John
to follow him. The two tip-toed into the room then, and approached Andy.
When they reached the bed, John felt his penis begin seriously
burgeoning, as he gazed at Andy's left armpit, which was fully exposed.
John loved guys' armpits, and he found Andys', with his scant, but firm
muscle tone in his chest and upper arms, and their fine, whispy tufts of
flaxen hair, extremely arousing.
John's eyes got bigger then, as Scott gently lifted the duvee up off of
Andy, and pulled it down, fully exposing Andy's naked body. As he did,
Andy's penis, which had been held in place in its standing position by
the duvee, flopped down, so it was lying against his lower abdomen,
pointing directly up at his face.
Unbeknownst to the boys, who were busy paying attention to Andy, watching
to see that he didn't wake up, I, who had just trotted down the hallway
to take a dump, had returned to our room. I'd very quietly unlocked and
opened the door, so as not to wake Andy, as we had some time before we
needed to get ready to go, and I knew he liked to sleep in.
I opened the door, just as Scott was pulling the duvee off Andy.
Startled by their presence, but managing to remain silent, I quickly
stepped into the room, then noislessly shut the door. As I turned around
and saw Scott exposing the sleeping Andy, my eye brows shot up. I
decided to stand absolutely still then, to see just what their plans
were.
"Damn!" Scott whispered. "Jake said he gets big when he gets hard, but
Christ! He's almost as big as John! And look at the thickness of his
piss tube! Bet he blows a river when he jizzes!"
"I know!" John replied, also in a hushed whisper. Then he added, "Isn't
it gorgeous though?"
Scott grinned and said, "Dude! You SO want it don't you!"
John blushed, and shyly nodded.
"And I thought it was John's dick you wanted to sit on!" Scott snickered
softly.
My eyebrows shot up a little as I waited for John's reply.
"God no!" John gasped. "His is too big. He'd rip me open!"
Scott grinned, then looking at Andy's genitals, he said, "Well, Andy's
not much smaller than John. You think you could take his?"
"Remember that Chinese cucumber we shared the week before we came over
here?" John asked.
Grinning, and reaching for his crotch and giving it a squeeze, Scott
nodded.
All I could think was "What the fuck did they do with a cucumber?"
"Well, the end that was up my ass was the size of Andy's cock!" John
said. "So I think I could handle him!"
Scott grinned, and squeezed his genitals again, but said, "I sure
couldn't!"
John snickered and said, "That's why I let you have the thinner end of
the cucumber!"
"Thanks!" Scott said. "I sure couldn't'a handled the end you were doing!"
John smiled and said, "You wanta try it again when we get home? I really
liked both of us fucking ourselves together with it like that! It was
really cool when our ass cheeks touched when we both pushed down on it
and shoved it all the way in!"
"It was different!" Scott admitted, as I suddenly had an incredulous
vision of the two boys kneeling on the floor with their asses facing each
other, each with one end of one of those long thin cucumbers shoved up
his ass, each pulling and pushing their asses back and forth,
simultaneously fucking themselves on the same dildo. My hand moved to my
crotch, just as Scott's had, and I too squeezed my cock, which was
quickly stiffening. "I guess if you want, we can try it again, but I'm
not really into getting fucked as much as you are."
"Bull shit!" John said, grinning. "You made a huge wet spot on the
sheets over it!"
"OK, OK," Scott said. "All I'm saying is, I prefer doing the fucking.
And if you've got thoughts about trying to get Andy to fuck you - because
his dick's bigger than mine - think again! He's a bottom - just like
you! So maybe you better work on getting John to do you!"
John looked surprised, as Scott mentioned his being smaller than Andy,
then disappointed suddenly, when he mentioned Andy being a bottom, and
surprised again at his suggestion to try and get me to fuck him.
"I told you he's too big! Besides - your dick's not too small for me -
it's just like mine, and I love it!" John said, causing a smile to form
on Scott's face. "But... wouldn't it be weird if we did have sex with
John? I mean... he used to have sex with Lynn all the time. I wonder if
she ever let him put it up her butt? And - do you think if he was with
us, maybe he'd be reminded of her, or get more excited about the idea of
being with us, because he used to fuck her?"
"EW!" Scott said, grimmacing as an image of his sister with my dick up
her ass flashed through his mind. "Christ Man! It's Lynn you're talking
about! It sounds so ... dirty and incestuous when you talk about having
sex with John, after he's been with her! It's almost like we'd be
fucking our own sister if we did! And, I really don't want to think
about her having his dick up her ass!"
John snickered and said, "You stupid fuck - what do you call what we do
all the time? It's incest whether it's straight or gay sex you have with
a sib!"
Scott snickered as well then, but when he sobered again he said, "Well,
it's different having sex with you. We're brothers - twins even.
Somehow, it doesn't seem wrong."
"I know what you mean, and it's not wrong!" John said. "But - sometimes
it's like being fucked by myself when you're inside me!"
Scott thought for a moment, then grinned and said, "Yeah, and for me it's
like I'm fucking my own hole!"
The two grinned, then stifled their laughs as best as they could.
John turned back to Andy then, and looked down at him. Scott did too.
Suddenly, breathing huskily, and to Scott's and my surprise, John reached
down, picked up Andy's dick, and wrapped his hand around it. As he
touched Andy, I thought I saw Andy's body flinch slightly.
"Feels huge too!" he whispered.
Then as Scott and I watched incredulously, smiling lewdly at Scott, John
gave Andy's penis a few masturbatory strokes. As a slight smile appeared
on Andy's lips, and his breathing pattern changed, both boys froze and
stared at him for a moment. As his breathing rhythm returned to normal,
John quickly let go of Andy's cock, gently lowering it against his body,
so it didn't smack down and wake him up. The two smiled in relief.
As they stood staring down at Andy's cock and balls, I noticed both had
developed large lumps in their crotches.
A moment later, I was shocked still more, when Scott, who always had to
one-up his twin, grinned more lewdly than John had, and winked at his
brother. Suddenly, he bent forward, and picked up Andy's penis, then to
mine and John's complete shock, he opened his mouth and lowered it over
Andy's dick! As him mouth came into contact with Andy's penis, it
appeared to me that Andy flinched slightly. I was too surprised by
Scott's actions to watch Andy though. My eyes riveted on Scott.
As Scott sucked up and down a couple times on the top half of Andy's
cock, I cringed as I recalled that after using some tissue to wipe
himself clean with, Andy had just snuggled up to me and gone to sleep,
and he hadn't washed himself after he'd fucked me the night before.
Obviously his dick was still coated with a film of lubricant mixed with
my shit residue, and his own cum!
I almost burst out laughing when Scott suddenly spit Andy's penis out and
making a face, looked at his brother and said, "Ewww! Tastes nasty!"
As I stifled my laugh, I snorted slightly, and both the boys' heads
snapped in my direction. Seeing me, they both froze for a second. Then,
both went beet red, especially Scott, who suddenly turned and fled into
their room, with John right on his heels, slamming the door behind them.
Andy stirred, and without opening his eyes, groaned slightly, as he
reached down and drew the duvee back up over him, and rolled onto his
side. A moment later, I could tell he was falling back to sleep.
As he settled back in, pulling the duvee up over his head, I stepped over
to the boys' door, and opened it.
* * *
As I stepped into the room, both twins looked at me. Each was
scarlet-faced, and looked terrified - especially Scott.
Shutting the door behind me, I just looked at them a moment.
In addition to being embarrassed and scared, I could tell Scott still had
the unpleasant flavor of Andy's cock in his mouth.
Finally, after a pregnant pause, during which both of their faces
darkened a little more, and they looked even more scared, I looked at
Scott and said, "So you don't like the flavor of my shit?"
Scott's eyes flew open wide, and his face contorted in disgust.
"EWWWW!!!" he cried, and he leapt to the sink and opened a bottle of
mouthwash that was sitting on the edge of it.
I couldn't help grinning as he swigged half the bottle into his mouth and
began vigorously swishing it around, and gargling.
John noticed my grin, and seemed to relax a little. He too smiled as we
watched Scott spit the mouthwash out.
Forgetting about any trouble he might be in, Scott spun around then and
glaring at me burst out, "You could've told me before I went down on him
that he hadn't washed you off of him yet!"
Grinning incredulously I stared at him a moment, then said, "Well I never
expected to walk in on you molesting my boyfriend to begin with! And
furthermore, you went down on him so quickly, who would've had time to
stop you?"
John blushed and looked worried again, as Scott's temper relaxed, as he
realized what I'd said was right. Quickly, he too began to look
embarrassed, and worried again.
I contemplated the two for a moment, then, just as I was going to say
something, John's embarrassment and fear suddenly dissipated, and he
looked quizzically at me and said, "But - I thought you were the 'top'
and Andy was the 'bottom'??"
Also forgetting the potential trouble he might be in, Scott looked up
curiously at me too then.
I smiled slightly and said, "Don't the two of you ever swap positions?"
Both blushed a little again, but Scott nodded, and John said "well, yeah,
but not real often."
"Well, so do we sometimes," I said.
"I didn't think you did," John said.
"Well... we do... not too often, but sometimes," I said.
"Oh," he said.
"Now, how 'bout you tell me what you guys were doing molesting Andy like
that?" I asked.
Both blushed, and Scott looked down at the floor.
"We weren't molesting him!" John protested.
"Pardon me, but anytime you handle another person's genitals like you two
were doing to him, either if they're aware of it, and don't want you to,
or if they're unaware of it, like he was, that's a form of molestation!"
I said. "Now! Just what did you think you were doing?"
Although Scott couldn't look up at me, I could tell his face was purple
with embarrassment. John too was very red-faced. It was he who spoke
again.
"We were going to go shower, so I wanted to tell you we were going to do
that," he began. "You weren't there when we walked in, but Andy was -
asleep like you saw. And he had this huge tent sticking up! Well... we
couldn't resist. We never saw him hard before!"
"OK," I said. "You need to understand though, that it's not right to
strip a person who doesn't realize that it's happening either!"
"I know," John said. "But we couldn't help ourselves. Besides... it's
Andy... it's not like he was some stranger. He's like family to us! And
I don't think he'd mind."
"Well, maybe we should ask him when he wakes up!" I said.
"NO!" Both of them cried, in unison. Even Scott looked up at me then, as
the two looked pleadingly at me.
"Why not?" I asked. "You seem sure he wouldn't mind that you pulled the
covers off him, so you could see his morning wood!"
"Please!" John pleaded. "We know it was wrong! It won't happen again!
And all telling him will do will upset him maybe! We don't want him to
feel bad."
"Well," I said. "Apparently you do know that what you did was wrong, and
you understand at least one reason why - it can hurt the person who it's
done to."
"We know," John said.
I looked at Scott, who could barely glance at my eyes. He nodded in
assent though.
"As bad as just uncovering him to gawk at him was," I said. "What you
did to him was even worse. You understand that don't you?"
"YES!" John cried, frustrated that I hadn't dropped the subject. But
then, quickly realizing he deserved it, and looking more mortified than
earlier, he feebily added, "I'm sorry. It was my fault. I started it by
touching him... it's just... he has such a beautiful prick!"
"Yes, he does," I agreed, smiling slightly. Quickly, I rearranged my
face into an appropriate stern expression though and added, "But unless
he gives someone else permission to touch it, I'm the only person, other
than himself who's allowed to touch him there!"
They both looked at me a little more fearfully, uncertain if I was
possibly mad at them because I felt they'd taken something that was mine
as well.
"Listen," I said, softening my expressiion and tone a little, because I
could tell they knew they'd been wrong. "I know Andy's like a brother to
you, but everyone, me, him, each of you - everybody - has the right to
privacy, and to expect that nobody, especially someone close to them,
will take advantage of them, like you two did to Andy. I seriously doubt
he'd mind that you saw him nude, with a hardon. And if he'd been awake
at the time when you did, and you looked really curious about it, he
probably would even tell you to take a feel of it. But, the way you went
about 'stealing' the privilege he might've granted you under other
circumstances, was wrong. I don't think he'd like it that you did that
to him. Let me ask you this. How would you guys like it if say one of
the guys - Craig maybe - snuck into your room while you were asleep,
uncovered you, and went down on you?"
Scott couldn't hide his smile when he looked up at me with a somewhat
devilish look and said, "I know what you're saying, and I promise I won't
do it ever again to anyone, but quite honestly, I think I'd like to wake
up to someone sucking my dick!"
I couldn't hide the slight smirk that flashed across my face, and they
both saw it.
"That's true Scott," I said. "That can be a wonderful way to wake up.
The point is, it needs to be someone you're in a sexual relationship with
already, who wakes you up that way. Not someone you've never been with
that way!"
"I know," he said, looking dejectedly down at the floor.
"We won't do it again," John said.
"Good! Then enough said," I said.
"You're not gonna tell Andy what we did, are you?" Scott asked, looking
worriedly at me.
"What purpose would it serve?" I said. "I've explained things to you.
In honesty, nothing horrible happened. The only thing that might occur
if I told Andy, would be he'd feel embarrassed and a little hurt and
betrayed maybe. I don't want him to feel that way, and I know you don't
either. I've noticed too that you guys and Andy are getting a little
closer to each other. I'm glad about that. And I don't want to do
anything that'll undermine that. You need not to either! OK?"
"Uh huh... and thanks!" Scott said.
"Yeah, thanks John!" John said.
I stepped over to the boys, and stepped in between then, turned and
pushed them apart, to sit between them.
Hugging them both to me, and kissing them each on the top of their heads,
I said, "I love you guys! I don't want to see anything bad happen to
you. And I want you to turn out to be happy, well-liked, and
well-respected men! I'm gonna do whatever it takes to see that you turn
out that way, so you're gonna get lectured when you do things wrong.
This was one of those times. OK?"
"OK," they chorused, as I hugged them to me.
I released them a moment later, and stood up again and faced them.
"So... you wanta tell me what you two did with a Chinese cucumber?" I
asked, smiling devilishly at them.
The boy's heads snapped up, and both their faces turned bright red as
John said, "You were there to hear that too?"
"Oh yeah," I said, grinning and waggling my eyebrows. "I have an idea I
know what you were doing, but why don't you explain it?"
"Do we have to?" Scott whined, looking even more embarrassed.
"Well... no," I said. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked I guess.
Just... I kinda wondered what you'd done - thought maybe Andy and I could
try it."
The boys both looked surprised that I might consider trying something so
kinky.
"Really?" Scott asked finally.
"Why not? You did it - right?" I said. Then I added, "And John said you
got off nicely whatever it was you were doing!"
Scott's head snapped around and he looked at John incredulously.
"NO!" I cried, chuckling. "He didn't say anything directly to me about
it. I just overheard him say it when you two were talking about it a few
minutes ago."
"Oh yeah," Scott said, meekly.
John smiled shyly, then said, "Well, it really wasn't anything much. We
swiped a Chinese cucumber Grandma bought, and took it to our rooms. Then
got naked, got on the bed on our hands and knees, butt to butt, greased
the whole thing up, and each of us took half the thing up our butts -
like a double ended dildo, and fucked each other and ourselves at the
same time. It was really cool!"
I smiled as I noticed Scott turning a little redder as his brother
spoke.
"Sounds really cool!" I said, chuckling. "Maybe Andy and I will try it
sometime."
"Just be careful you don't get one that's too fat!" Scott, who still
looked embarrassed, said.
"Don't worry, we'll be careful about that!" I said. "Thanks for sharing
that with me. Now - it's time for you guys to hit the shower!"
"OK," they chorused again, in a slightly happier tone.
I got up, and they did too.
"See you in a bit," I said.
"OK," they said again, and headed for the door.
I turned and headed back to mine and Andy's room too.
* * *
When I walked back into the room, Andy pushed the duvee down and looked
at me.
Grinning suddenly he said, "too bad I didn't wash my willy after we
shagged last night! I'd have liked to see how far they'd have gone!"
"You were awake?" I cried, grinning incredulously.
"They're not the quietest lads when they're sneaking around!" he said,
grinning.
"Christ!" I said. "So you're OK then with them checking you out, and
molesting you?"
Grinning, Andy nodded, and said, "Maybe if you hadn't let on you were
standing there, John would've tried mounting me!"
"Would you have liked that?" I asked, looking closely at him.
"Well, John, I'm sure it would have been pleasant, but as for me, I
prefer your cock! It's bigger!" he said, grinning.
I smiled and said, "Well, thanks!"
"Anyway, you weren't too hard on them were you?" he asked.
"No," I said. "Enough so they'll never do that again to anyone though."
"Well that's good!" Andy said. "I really didn't mind their curiosity,
and John's hand, and Scott's mouth felt great. But I'm me. I'm sort of
like an older brother to them, so it wasn't really such a bad thing they
did. But, they can't go around doing that to others! And yes John, if
they'd gone any further, I would've stopped them."
"Thanks!" I said. "I'm glad you're not upset by it."
"I'm fine," Andy said.
"Cool!" I said. "But... how come you let Scott suck your dick? I never
let you suck on mine after it's been up your ass."
"I know," Andy said. "You have to admit though John, that I was caught
rather off-guard. I never expected the lad to use his mouth on me! And
by the time I'd thought to stop him, it was over. He'd noticed the foul
taste, and stopped! Then you were there! So I figured the best thing
would be for me to continue 'sleeping'."
"Hmmm... true," I said, smiling wryly. "I expect that experience alone
will keep Scott, and John too, from going down on anyone who they're not
sure has a clean dick! I guess it was a good lesson for them. I'm just
sorry they 'used' you!"
"I'm fine John," Andy said. Then he grinned lewdly and added, "I'm
rather revved up though, and I think my arsehole's back to normal. Feel
like giving it a poke?"
Instantly I felt my cock lurch, and I grinned.
"If you're sure!" I said.
"Most definitely!" Andy replied, and he reached for the lube.
Grinning, I stepped over to the door into the twins' room, twisted the
lock, then ripped off my clothes and strode quickly to the bed, where
Andy was already waiting for me holding his legs, which he'd pulled up,
apart for me, so that his ass cheeks were fully spread, and his still
somewhat puffy looking, pink rosebud was winking at me.
"You're sure? You look a bit swollen yet," I said.
"YES John! I'm sure! Now get to work down there!" Andy cried.
Grinning at me, and breathing heavily with anticipation already, Andy
handed me the tube of lubricant. Grinning back at him, I took it, opened
it, and squirted some into my hand, which I then slathered all over my
cock. Then I reached for Andy's ass and gently probed his pucker with a
greasy finger. As I pushed gently on Andy's anus, my finger slid easily
right through it, and a happy smile appeared on Andy's lips, as I gently
probed deeper inside him with it.
"Mmmm..." Andy moaned happily, as I finger-fucked him for a minute.
Soon, I slid a second finger through Andy's sphincter, and he moaned a
little louder, as I began fucking him with both fingers.
"Give me your dick now!" Andy gasped in a whispy voice a minute later.
Smiling, I got into position, and lowered the head of my cock to Andy's
anus. As I pushed against it, I could tell he was pushing back. Slowly
and steadily then, as I pushed, Andy's hole stretched open, and my cock
slid through it, and continued moving deep into his body, as he moaned
with carnal pleasure.
A couple minutes later, after giving Andy a minute to get used to my
presence inside him, I began slowly fucking him. Within a minute, I was
fucking Andy at a moderate pace, and both of us were gasping or moaning
intermittently.
All too soon, I felt my orgasm beginning to build, and couldn't stop
myself from speeding up a little. This appeared to have a pleasant
affect on Andy, who noticeably became more aroused, and began moaning
more steadily, as his hips began to squirm about under me. This of
course excited me even more!
As we both moved closer to cumming, I continued gradually speeding up my
thrusts, and Andy squirmed more and more underneath me. His moans became
higher pitched, and more urgent, and I felt his body tense up a little,
as I held him in my arms.
Soon, Andy wasn't just squirming anymore. He was literally thrashing
about, and both of us were gasping for breath. Then I saw Andy's left
hand grab a wad of the duvee and squeeze it tightly. I knew he was about
to climax. I was nearly at my peak as well. Desperately needing to send
us both over the edge, I began pounding my cock in and out of Andy, and
he started grunting and groaning continually, as he tensed up and his
face screwed up.
"OOOOOOHHHHhhhhh!!!" he cried, shrilly in a straining tone suddenly, as I
felt his sphincter tightening around my shaft, and a spray of warm
wetness grazed my chest.
Andy's climax served as a catalyst for my own orgasm. With a groan, I
shoved my dick deep into Andy's bowels, and held my position inside him
for a split second, just long enough to pump a huge gush of cum into his
intestines.
"Oh Johnnnn!" Andy gasped, as his head snapped passionately up and to the
left, and I felt his hole closing around me again, and another warm,
moist blast to my belly.
"Awwww!!!" I grunted, as I spasmed with pleasure and flooded Andy's
rectum again.
"MMmmmmmmnnnn!!!" Andy moaned, squirting me with more spunk.
"Mmmmm...." I moaned in reply, as I slammed my hips downward again, and
injected him with still more semen.
Shortly, I felt my orgasm beginning to wane. Andy must've felt the same,
as well. When he spasmed the next time, he moaned more softly, and his
ejaculation wasn't as strong. His grip was looser, and instead of
steaking me with strings and dots of his jism, this time, he oozed a
large glob, that pooled in his navel. At the same time, I squeezed off
another glob as well, that flowed with much less pressure, albeit still
pleasureably through my cock, and into Andy's insides.
"Oh John!" Andy gasped, after trembling through a final spasm of
pleasure.
Grinning, I leaned down and kissed him on the lips, as the last of my cum
dribbled out of me, and into him.
"Bugger that was Brilliant!" Andy exclaimed when I pulled my mouth from
his.
"Yeah!" I grinned.
I sprawled on top of Andy then, leaving my shrinking cock inside him yet,
and hugged him tightly.
"What a nice way to start the day," Andy murmured happily.
"I'll say," I said, as the two of us breathed deeply yet.
"Do you think the boys are done in the shower?" Andy asked.
"Might as well head down and see if it's free," I said. I pulled my dick
from Andy's ass then, and started to get off him. It was then I saw the
puddle of his cum in his navel.
"Mmmmm!!!" I said, and grinning, leaned down and used my tongue to scoop
most of it from his indentation.
Andy smiled, and said, "As much as I love when you shag me, that's the
one thing I miss - a mouthful of your spunk!"
Chuckling I leaned over him and said, "I'll share your's with you if you
want."
Andy smiled, and I leaned in and kissed him again, and let some of his
cum that was still in my mouth, flow into his mouth. We both swallowed
then, as we continued kissing.
When we parted, Andy said, "Thank you John... although, I prefer your
flavor to mine!"
I chuckled and said, "Personally, I prefer your's. I think your's has a
more delicate, sweeter taste."
"Exactly!" Andy said. "Your's is stronger and tangier I think, and I
prefer it to my own!"
We grinned at each other, then I got up, and reached for the tissue box.
"Need a cork?" I asked, noticing that Andy was keeping his legs up, so
that his asshole, which was still gaping open a little, was tilted
upward.
"That would be nice thank you," Andy said, looking a little annoyed. "If
you didn't spunk quite so much, or maybe if your willy wasn't so thick, I
might not stay open so much, and then I wouldn't leak so much afterward!"
Chuckling, as I wadded some Kleenex into a ball, I said, "Are you
complaining?"
"NO!" Andy cried. "I love your dick just like it is, and I love all your
spunk too!... It's just annoying to lose it all before I can get to the
loo!"
Laughing, I reached down and stuffed the wad of rolled up tissues up
against Andy's asshole, and pushed, so that it lodged a little in his
opening.
"Thank you John," he said, as he finally lowered his legs.
I grabbed some more Kleenex then and tossed some to him, so he could
clean up his torso, and with the rest, I started wiping my own chest.
"You know," I said. "And I'm not complaining either. But, you sure do
shoot a lot yourself!"
Andy grinned at me then, as I chuckled.
Shortly we'd cleaned ourselves up and dressed adequately enough to run
down the hallway to the shower. Luckily both it and the toilet were
free, so while I showered, Andy sat on the pot and let my love juice seep
back out of him. By the time he was done emptying, I was just finishing
up in the shower, so he jumped in, while I ran back to our room. Shortly,
Andy joined me, and soon we were dressed and packed.
* * *
Julian was lying on his stomach, still sleeping, with his face turned
toward Steve, when Steve woke up. Yawning, Steve laid staring over at
him for a couple minutes, as his back rose and fell slowly and
rhythmically with his breathing. As he watched Julian, he thought about
the past couple days. He wasn't entirely happy yet over the situation
that had developed between them, when the night before, lonely and having
had a few beers, they'd gotten more intimate with one another than he
normally would have with any other guy. Never-the-less, he couldn't help
but feel a warmth in his chest for the boy who was lying a few feet away,
oblivious that he was being observed as he dreamed on. Steve knew that
Julian didn't have many friends, other than their group, and that he
really wasn't that close to any of them as yet. Also, before their talk
last night, he'd never mentioned ever having a girlfriend, which Steve
had wondered about - more so after what had occurred between them.
Either way though, Steve realized, Julian must be pretty lonely, and he
felt sorry for him. No matter what, Steve knew he was a nice guy.
Having mulled all this over, Steve turned his thoughts inward, and he
allowed himself to wonder about his own desires. Why had he allowed
things to go as far as they had the previous night? He wasn't lonely!
He had lots of friends, and most importantly - he had Cindy! As he
thought about Cindy, he suddenly realized, he did in fact feel lonely
though, as she wasn't there in the UK with him. As he thought about it,
he penis, which was in a state of semi-erection, began to swell to its
full stature. As his thoughts returned to Cindy, he grinned as he felt
himself go fully rigid.
Steve gave a silent chuckle and couldn't stop smiling, as he realized he
was horny beyond belief for Cindy, and that it wasn't Julian, or what
they'd done the night before that had gotten him hard.
Still grinning, Steve crawled out of bed, and began to feel around on the
floor for his jeans. If everyone was still sleeping, he figured he might
as well head down the hallway for the shower, and think about Cindy some
more, while he washed his penis vigorously.
As Steve found his pants, and straightened up, his foot moved, and he
suddenly kicked the nightstand between his and Julian's bed, with a
resounding crack.
"SON-OF-A-BITCH!" he burst out, loudly.
"Wha...???" Julian's head rose up off the pillow, and his eyes opened as
slits, as he looked around to see what had suddenly woken him.
"Oh Fuck!" Steve muttered. Then a little louder, he said, "Sorry Jewels,
I just kicked the night stand."
Julian looked up at him and opened his eyes a little more, trying to
focus on his face.
"You OK?" he asked, as he finally was able to see Steve's face.
"Yeah," Steve said. "Just hurts like Hell. Anyway - go back to sleep,
I'm heading for the showers."
"Oh!" Julian said, and he saw that Steve was wearing only his boxers yet,
although he had his jeans in his hands.
Julian also noticed the prominent bulge in the front of Steve's boxers,
and felt his cock, which was stiff, and lying under him, sticking out to
his left side, surge with desire.
"OK," he croaked, as Boner pulled his jeans on quickly.
"Back in a bit," Steve said, as he zipped his fly carefully over his
tenting shorts.
Julian smiled slightly, and Steve blushed a little, realizing Julian had
noticed his condition. Quickly Steve grabbed a towel, and his toiletries
kit and headed for the door. A moment later he was gone.
Part way down the hallway Steve and I bumped into each other, as I was
just returning from the shower.
We each grunted "Hey!" at one another, then Steve asked if the shower was
empty. I told him Andy was in it, and he groaned "Great! I'll be
waiting forever!"
"Not really!" I said, my eyes glinting. "I took care of that for him
earlier!"
"Oh man! Too much info!" Steve groaned, but at the same time he smiled,
as I winked at him.
Quickly he changed the subject though and asked what the driving plan was
for the day.
I told him to stop and grab me when he was finished showering, and we
could check out the maps together. He agreed and headed toward the
shower, as I headed to our room.
Steve couldn't believe it when only a couple minutes later, as he stood
waiting, a damp, but grinning, Andy popped out of the shower with a towel
wrapped securely around his waist.
"Morning," Steve said, smiling.
"Good morning Boner!" Andy replied, smiling in return.
Andy vacated the shower and headed to our room, and a moment later, Boner
was in the shower, soaping up his boner, as grinning, his thoughts
focused on the last time he and Cindy had made love.
* * *
Meanwhile, back in their room, Julian was waking up. Rolling over onto
his back, he yawned and stretched, and arched his back. Under the
covers, his penis flexed a couple times, making the lump under the duvee
rise and fall. As he lowered his arms, Julian's right hand slid beneath
the duvee and moved directly for his crotch. He smiled as it slid inside
his boxers and wrapped around his cock.
As he began stroking up and down his rod, Julian thought about Steve's
bulging crotch. His cock felt stiffer than ever as he dry-jacked himself
slowly, under the covers.
A minute later, realizing he should try to think about something or
someone else as he masturbated, Julian threw the duvee off himself, and
reached for his back pack, which was on the floor next to his bed.
Quickly, he withdrew a tube of lubricant, some of which he squirted into
his hand. Then, trying to think about Kelly, he rubbed the jelly all
over his penis, wrapped his hand around it, and began jacking off.
Julian was disappointed when a couple minutes later, he didn't feel any
closer to cumming. In fact, his penis didn't feel as rigid.
Unconsciously, he sighed softly, as he allowed his mind to return to the
previous night when he and Steve had laid in bed together, pleasuring
each other. He frowned as he realized his penis was once again
completely rigid. Sighing, he reached for his penis with the middle
finger of his left hand, and wiped some lubricant onto his finger. Then,
as he began jerking off again, he pulled his knees up and spread them
apart, exposing his asshole, which his left hand moved toward. At the
same time his thoughts switched from what had actually happened between
himself and Steve, to a unsettlingly familiar daydream he'd had more than
once the day before. All he could see and feel, as he lay in the same
position, was Steve's face in front of his, twisted in passion, as he
felt his penis moving swiftly in and out of his rectum, pulling nearly
all the way out of him, only to suddenly reverse direction, and plunge
firmly back into him. As he thought about this, he pressed his
lubricated finger firmly against his anus. A second later, he'd breached
his asshole, and felt his finger sliding into his anal canal. Within
seconds, he found what he was looking for - his prostate. As he began
sliding his hand up and down his cock a little more swiftly, he also
began massaging his walnut-sized prostate. Soon, although he wasn't
happy about the thoughts he was having as he masturbated, he couldn't
deny the fact that he was getting more and more excited, and a small
smile spread across his lips.
* * *
As Julian masturbated and finger-fucked himself in bed, in the shower,
Steve's hand was flying up and down his soapy cock, as images and
imagined scents of Cindy crowded his mind.
All too soon, Steve's climax approached. He didn't care though, as he
was happy that it was his memories of Cindy that were helping bring him
to orgasm.
A few seconds later, his nostrils open wide as he breathed heavily, Steve
groaned, and a rope of cum shot from his cock and streaked the tiled
shower wall. Grinning, Steve pumped his dick in a nearly violent
fashion, and within a half minute, he'd spent himself, and painted quite
a pattern of streaks and spots all over the wall. Grinning, he released
his penis and moved under the showerhead, to rinse himself clean.
Shortly, he was finished showering, and had dried off and pulled his
jeans back on.
On his way back to his room, Steve stopped by our room to discuss the
driving plan.
"You have the map yet?" I asked. "I can't find it."
"Might be in my backpack," Steve said. "I'll go look."
"Might as well come with you," I said.
"'k," Steve said.
The two of us left then and walked down the hallway toward Steve's and
Julian's room.
* * *
Still lying in bed, Julian's greasy hand was flying up and down his
hardon, and the two middle fingers of his left hand were slamming in and
out of his anus. He was quickly approaching his orgasm though.
Just as he was about to climax, the door to the room opened, and Steve
and I stepped inside.
"What th-?" Steve started to say. Then a smirk crossed his face for just
a moment before he cried, "Oh fucking christ!
My mouth dropped open. It wasn't like I didn't think, the guy did those
kinds of things, but I hadn't expected to walk in on him doing it. I
figured, like the rest of the guys who weren't getting any action on the
trip, that he'd wait and soap up in the shower!
"Fuck!" Julian cried, as his fingers jammed back into his hole, just as
his face contorted, and a stream of semen shot from the head of his cock,
and landed in a stripe on his neck and the side of his face.
Steve and I stood rooted to the floor in the open doorway, staring at
Julian for a moment, who froze as well, with his hand up his ass, and the
other one wrapped around his stiff rod, which flexed slightly, as another
stream of semen shot through it and landed in a streak on his chest.
"Some privacy please?" he cried, in incredulous desperation, looking
pleadingly at us, as his face darkened.
"oh!" I said, shaking my head, and stepping back into the hallway, as
Julian's cock oozed some more cum that puddled on his abdomen.
With a somewhat strange look on his face, which also looked flushed,
Steve followed me and closed the door behind him.
In the hallway, the two of us looked at one another. I couldn't help
snorting and chuckling, which finally caused Steve to smile too. I
thought it was strange that he wasn't joking around more about it though.
"I guess that had to be embarrassing as hell for him," I said, softly.
"Yeah," Steve agreed. "Especially with his fingers shoved up his ass
like that!"
I chuckled and said, "Oh c'mon, don't tell me you don't give your gland a
rub now and then?"
Steve blushed deeper than he'd looked before, and looked embarrassed.
"Steve?" I said. "You've fingered your prostate before too, haven't
you?"
Steve blushed a little deeper, then said, "well, yeah, but ... not in
front of anyone! And it's not something I've ever talked with anyone
about!"
I chuckled then, and he grinned sheepishly too.
A minute later, as we stood there, wondering what to do, the door
opened. Julian, who looked very embarrassed, suddenly turned nearly
purple and looked at the floor. Quickly he pushed past us, muttering
nearly inaudibly that he'd be in the shower.
"Hey!" I called after him. "Don't sweat it. It happens to everyone."
"Yeah, it's OK man," Steve drawled, softly.
Julian didn't reply, but hustled off toward the toilets and showers, so
we went back in their room to look for the maps, which Steve did in fact
have.
* * *
About a half hour later, I went around to everyone's rooms and made sure
they were all up, and either showered, dressed, and packed, or at least
nearly so. I told everyone to meet us in the lobby, with their luggage
in 15 minutes, and everyone agreed.
15 minutes later, we all gathered in the lobby, and checked out. We took
our luggage to the cars, then returned inside to the diningroom and all
had breakfast together.
Everyone was in a jovial mood, except Julian, who ate silently, and
blushed and looked away whenever Steve or I looked in his direction.
After we'd eaten, and were getting up to leave, I sidled over to him and
whispered, "You weren't doing anything any other guy doesn't do, and
neither of us are going to tell anyone we caught you, so stop looking so
freaked about it. Get over it. Christ! The boys all walked in on me
and Andy when we were going at it once! Think how embarrassing that was
for us!"
Julian looked at me in surprise then, as I grinned at him and blushed a
little at the memory.
"And you'll notice we're all OK," I added.
Julian smiled slightly then, and met my eyes finally.
"Thanks," he said, softly.
"You're welcome!" I said.
Boner, who was watching us winked and smiled at Julian when he looked
over at him then, and Julian nodded slightly.
We paid for breakfast and left then, and Julian seemed to return to
normal then.
* * *
"So what're we going to do now?" Scott asked, looking back and forth
between Andy and myself, uncertain which of us was leading the day's
site-seeing.
"Andy's in charge," I said, smiling.
Andy gave me a slightly surprised, glance, but then when he noticed
everyone was looking to him for guidance, he quickly shifted into
tour-guide mode and said, "Well, I expect you lads want to see 'The Loch
Ness Monster Exhibition'! Then -"
"YESSS!" the twins cried in unison, cutting him off.
Chuckling, Andy said, "Well that's the first thing we'll do then! And
while we're at it, right there and part of the exhibition is Braveheart
Centre. You can all lear about Robert the Bruce and William Wallace and
many other interesting things!"
"This is all inside, right?" Jeremy asked.
"Yes, pretty much," Andy said. "Why?"
"Well, it looks kinda damp out, that's all!" Jeremy replied.
Andy smiled and said, "Well, this should work out then!"
"What are we going to do afterward Andy?" Harry asked.
"Well," Andy said. "We're rather close to the Castle Urquhart, and it
would be a shame not to stop by and take a look at it."
"Cool!" Craig said. "I love all these castles!"
"Yeah," Pete said. "Makes you wish you were rich enough to build one to
live in yourself!"
"Well," Andy said. "Castle Urquhart used to be one of the largest in all
of Scotland, but it's a ruin now. It's still most interesting to see
though."
"Well, it sounds like there's lots to do, so let's stop wasting time
talking, and get moving then!" Boner drawled, causing everyone to smile
or chuckle.
"Very well!" Andy said. "We can actually walk to the monster
exhibition. It's just a couple minutes from here. And, I asked at the
desk, and we can leave the cars here til we're done there."
"Cool," A couple of the guys said.
"C'mon then!" John cried.
Grinning, we all followed him, as he headed out the door.
"This way," Andy called, when we were outside.
"Whew, it is kinda damp out this morning!" Mitchell said, shivering
slightly, as we all took note of the cool damp mist that seemed to be
hanging in the air. It was gray out too, as if it was going to rain.
"Enjoy your first experience with true Scottish weather lads!" Andy said,
grinning. "The weather we've had the whole time you've been here has
been unusually nice! This is more the norm for the UK - especially up
here in Scotland!"
"Hmmm..." I said, as we all looked around, not as impressed as Andy was.
Within a few minutes, we arrived at The Loch Ness Monster Exhibition
Centre.
"Everyone got your student ID's yet?" I asked, smiling and pointing at
the sign that indicated a discounted price for students.
Grinning, the guys all dug out their wallets and rooted through them.
"I never leave home without it!" Pete chuckled.
"Even though it's no good anymore!" Mitchell snorted and added quietly,
as we all laughed.
After we paid the admission fee, we went inside and spent a good amount
of time enjoying the exhibits and films they had about Nessie.
* * *
At one point as we sat and watched a documentary about Nessie, and
several "sightings" that had been captured on film, the twins, who were
sitting in front of me, excitedly spun around and exclaimed "That's what
we saw last night!!!!!!!!"
Chuckling, I shushed them. They both gave me an annoyed look, but
quickly turned back to the film and became reabsorbed in it. Andy who
was sitting next to me couldn't help chuckling as well.
Smirking, I leaned over and whispered, "Here comes Nessie now!", then I
slid my hand into his crotch and gave him a gentle squeeze, causing him
to jump with surprise.
Evan, who was sitting on the other side of him, started to chuckle then,
as I quickly released Andy's genitals and withdrew my hand.
"Really John!" Andy gasped in a loud whisper in my ear. Out of the
corner of my eye, I could see that he'd blushed.
"Will you two get a room," I heard Boner's low, deep drawl, come softly
from behind us, causing me to chuckle even more.
Spinning around I saw he and Julian were sitting next to each other.
Still chuckling, I whispered, "Maybe you should try it! Once you've had
the best you might not go back! Go ahead - grab a hold of Jewels'es
Jewels!"
Craig, who was sitting on the other side of Boner, leaned forward and
whispered, "From the way those two act, I expect Bone's already been
there - done that!"
As the two of us, and Andy fought to smother our laughter, I couldn't
help noticing that both Steve and Julian were acting more seriously upset
by our picking on them than I'd have expected. Boner appeared to notice
the quizzical expression on my face and quickly, albeit poorly, covered
up with "Why don't you shut your face Horse! We're not all like you and
Loverboy here!"
A couple of the guys went "OOoooohhhhhh!!!!" as Steve glared at me.
As I chuckled good naturedly, I realized Steve wasn't in as good natured
a mood, and Julian actually looked a little stricken.
"Oh calm down," I said, smiling good naturedly at the two of them.
"We're just busting on you!"
I turned around then, and tried to pay attention to the film. I couldn't
though. I couldn't get the serious, somewhat worried, look in Boner's
eyes, and the hurt expression in Julian's out of my mind. Suddenly I
realized what might be causing the problem I'd noticed between the two of
them!
I knew Steve had experimented as a young teenager with a mutual friend of
our's who was the same age we were at the time. And more than once over
the years, while we were watching girls, I'd gotten the distinct
impression that his state of obvious arousal wasn't just over the girls
we were watching. In fact, I'd wondered a couple times what would have
happened if I'd reached down and groped him. It would also explain why
when he was younger, he had a penchant for exposing himself to myself and
our other guy friends, when he was in fact in a state of arousal.
In addition to this, Julian had never mentioned having a girlfriend. Nor
did he ever seem overly interested in girls. In the past though, I'd
just chalked it up to his shyness. Could it be I was wrong? Could he be
gay? Could he, after spending so many nights rooming with and hanging
out with Steve have caused him to develop feelings that were more than
simply friendly?
And, since the two had spent so much time rooming alone together during
this trip - a trip which Cindy wasn't along with Steve on... Was it
possible that Steve's voracious sexual appetite, coupled with his
lonliness for for Cindy, and my knowledge that he'd been with another
guy, albeit a long time ago, had awakened in him some other feelings -
feelings he wasn't sure what to do about?
Moreover - if this had been the case for the two of them - had they
actually followed through on their feelings for one another? Because
they both seemed too guilty and upset by our goofing around! And I knew
there was some conflict between them!
"C'mon!" Andy groused, poking me.
"Huh?" I said, rousing and suddenly realizing the film was over and
people around me were all getting up.
"OH!" I said, and got to my feet as well.
When I looked at Steve and Julian, both seemed to be trying to avoid eye
contact with me yet!
"What's wrong?" Andy asked. "You weren't nodding off were you?"
"No," I said. "Just thinking. Sorry!"
He raised his eyebrows and looked at me. I didn't get a chance to reply
before Jacob and Harry were tugging on our sleeves and asking if it was
time to go to the gift shop, so the subject was dropped.
* * *
We did in fact head over to the gift shop next.
I found a nice snow globe, the top half of which was the surface of the
loch, with its surrounding mountains, and a couple of ruins of castles.
The snow fell in the top half. Below the surface of the loch swam a
statue in the classic style of the sea serpent Nessie. It was a
beautiful thing and played, "Bonnie Dundee". Andy fell in love with it
immediately, and was quite happy with it.
Of course I also ended up buying the twins, and Jacob and Harry each some
T-shirts and hoodies with likenesses of Nessie on them.
After I'd paid for the boys' stuff, and Andy's snow globe, I noticed
Steve standing alone, looking over some mugs, and couldn't help wandering
over.
"That's a cool one!" I said, indicating a large travel mug he was looking
at.
"Mmm hmm," he muttered, not looking up. I noticed his face had turned a
little pink though.
"Sorry about what I said during the flick," I said. As he turned
brighter pink, I added, "Didn't mean to cause any discomfort."
Steve's eyes shot toward mine, as his face reddened more. I saw an
embarrassed and slightly pleading look in them, before he quickly averted
his look.
"Guess Van Gogh's remark hit a little close to home, eh?" I continued.
Steve's face was dark red by then.
"Nothing like that happened!" he hissed, turing to glare at me. His
expression was a mixture of anger, hurt, and guilt.
I looked at him for a moment, and realized that whatever had happened, he
wasn't ready to talk about it, and maybe never would be. I also realized
that if I pressed him any further, I'd be seriously overstepping the
bounds of our friendship, so I gave him a small smile and said, "Whether
anything happened or not isn't a big deal to me Steve. Given my
situation, that should be obvious. But if something did happen, it would
explain the problem you and Jewels are having, that you don't want to
talk about. Anyway, I just want you to know that if you guys really are
having a problem, and you need to talk to someone, you can talk to me!
You can always talk to me, about anything."
Although his color had darkened even more, Steve's look softened into a
mostly pleading look.
"I know," he said, hoarsely, barley able to look me in the eye.
"Thanks. I'm OK though."
"OK," I said.
I could tell something had indeed occurred between he and Julian, and
that whatever it was - there had at the least, been gay sexual
connotations, although, due to his unwillingness to talk about it, I
expected it went deeper than just connotations. It was obvious that
whatever had occurred, not only was embarrassing to Steve, but in fact,
seemed to have shaken his confidence in himself, to the point that he
couldn't discuss it with anyone, almost as if, if he did, he might find
that whatever he'd discovered about himself might actually be true.
Even if I'd wanted to say anything else to Steve, I couldn't then, as
Craig and Jeremy walked over to look at the mugs as well.
Realizing Steve looked pretty upset yet, to keep the guys from noticing,
I quickly engaged them in a conversation about the mugs. Out of the
corner of my eye, I saw Steve smile slightly, and give a small nod,
before hastening off to a further corner of the shop, to hide until his
color receded.
* * *
After we'd finished up at the Monster exhibition, and the Braveheart
Centre as well, we all headed back to the hotel, to gather our cars, and
head up the road to Castle Urquhart.
Just as we reached the cars, the sun finally peeked through the mist, and
the atmoshere seemed to begin clearing.
"Yes!" Pete cried. "Sunshine!"
"You wouldn't last very long over here!" Andy said, looking at Pete and
shaking his head sadly.
Everyone laughed as we got into the cars and took off.
About 10 minutes down the road, if that, Andy pointed out Castle
Urquhart, to our right, and down the hill toward the loch.
"There it is," he cried, grinning, and pointing. "And we park up here,
and walk down to it!"
"Sounds good," I said, easing off the road, just as the sun began shining
fully. "Guess Pete's gonna be happy with the weather!"
"Foreigner!" Andy muttered loudly, then he grinned devishly, as the
twins, who were riding with us, and I laughed.
We all parked then, and taking our cameras, hiked down the hill to the
castle, where we spent a little while, crawling around the ruins,
exploring and taking pictures.
When we'd finished up, and were getting ready to leave, just as I
expected one of the boys to ask what we were doing next, and I was going
to suggest lunch, Evan spoke up and said, "Did any of you lads notice the
sign for the 'Highland Games'?"
"What games?" Jeremy asked.
"The something Urquhart Highland Games," Evan said.
"That would be the Glen Urquhart Highland Games," Andy said
authoritatively. "It's a gathering of the clans to compete in a what
some call Scotland's version of olympic games. Actually, there are many
different atheltic games, piping contests, dance contests, and of course
entertainment and food and merchandise booths."
"OH!" John cried. "It sounds kinda like our county fairs back home!"
"Well," Andy said, pausing to think a moment. "I'm sure it's similar,
but with a Scottish flair!"
"Food sounds good!" Harry said, looking hopefully at us.
"Yeah," Jacob agreed.
"Can we go?" The twins chorused.
I looked at Andy, who glanced around at the rest. Everyone was smiling
and nodding, or saying it sounded good to them.
"OK then," Andy said. "Let's go!"
"Do you know where it is?" I asked.
"Oh yes!" he replied smiling, with a glint in his eyes. "I've been many
times. It's always held in the same place. If we hurry, we can see the
massed bands!"
The guys and I all looked at each other a little surprised, as he
suddenly took off up the hill, toward the cars, hollering for us to
"hurry along lads!". Grinning, the boys took off at a trot after him.
"I expect they'll have beer!" Boner said, grinning at me. It was the
first smile I'd seen out of him, since we'd talked back at the Monster
Exhibition gift shop.
"I'm sure they will," I said, smiling in return. Then I added, "Remember
we're driving though!"
A few of the guys' smiles faded, and Boner grumbled something
unintelligble. I got the distinct impression he would've been happy to
find a beer tent and spend the rest of the day and evening there!
Quickly, we all hurried after Andy and the boys then.
* * *
Once we were back on the road, I asked Andy which way to go, and he
directed me to drive back toward Drumnadrochit, which I did, with the
others following behind.
A few minutes down the road, Andy pointed to a sign that said "Blairbeg
Park", with an arrow under it.
"Follow that sign!" he said.
A couple minutes later, we pulled up behind a line of slow moving
traffic.
"Guess these games are popular, huh?" I asked.
"Oh yes John! People come from all over to attend!" Andy said, craning
to try and see around the car in front of us.
"Are we almost there Andy?" Scott asked.
"Aye!" Andy said, lapsing again into his Scottish Brogue. As I snorted
and chuckled, he looked at me with annoyance, but in the King's proper
English, added, "We'll be there in just a few minutes Scott!"
I was still smiling with amusement when the line of traffic began to move
a little faster, and to my surprise, we did indeed arrive at the gate a
couple minutes later.
After we paid to park, I started to go in the direction that the
attendant had told me to drive in, but Andy said sharply, "Don't follow
his directions John! Go to the left here, and drive all the way to the
far end!"
"Huh?" I asked, wondering why he didn't want us to park closer.
"Trust me, I know where I'm going!" he said, smiling radiantly, and
craning to look ahead of us, as I followed his directions. In the
rearview I could see Boner looking confused, but he was following us.
"There!" Andy cried excitedly a minute later, as we neared the end of the
lane through the fields. "Do you see that shield?"
"Uh... which one?" I asked. There were at least 3 sticking up in the air
on poles up ahead of us.
"Oh!" Andy chuckled. "That white one there that says the City of St.
Andrew's Pipe Band!"
"OK," I said, locating the one he meant.
"Try to park as close to that area as you can!" he cried excitedly.
I glanced over and was surprised by how excited Andy was. He was nearly
bouncing in his seat! I noticed that the twins, were looking at him from
the back seat in surprise as well.
I found a parking place toward the end of the row,and saw a few others
further down, which the guys drove on past us to get to.
"Well, let's go then!" I said, as I turned off the car.
"May I have the key to the boot please John?" Andy asked.
"Sure... what for?" I asked.
"Well, I can't go in there dressed like this!" Andy cried, looking at me
like I was crazy.
"Uh.... why not?" I asked, wondering if we were underdressed or
something.
"I'm putting on my kilt John!" he hissed.
"OH!" I said, chuckling, and handed him the key.
A minute later, as the other guys wandered up from their parking places,
we all watched curiously as Andy buckled on his kilt over his jeans, and
a moment later reached up under it, rooted around a moment, then pulled
off his jeans.
"It's not like we haven't seen you starkers, or at least in your skivvies
before!" Jeremy cried laughing. "You didn't have to go to all that
trouble to hide yourself!"
As Andy shot a glaring look at Jeremy, Mitchell groaned and said,
"Please! I for one haven't seen Andy naked, and have no desire to! Let
him change like he did!"
Everyone started laughing, as Andy huffed, and looked annoyed. A moment
later, our eyebrows all shot up when, he reached back up under his kilt
and his briefs suddenly dropped down around his ankles.
Even I was surprised by what happened next!
"Why don't we just kill two birds with one stone then, as John would
say," Andy said, smiling sweetly. Standing facing us, he suddenly
hoisted the front of his kilt up and held it aloft for a moment,
displaying his genitals for everyone to see, as he added grinning
devilishly "Now you've all seen me nude! AND, you all know what a real
Scotsman wears under his kilt!"
"OHHH CHRISTTTT!!!" Pete cried, grimmacing and turning away. I noticed
he was grinning though.
"God Damn Whizzer! Lower that thing!" Boner drawled. He couldn't hide
the fact that he found it funny though, and started laughing.
Interestingly, I did notice that his gaze never fully left Andy's
'display' though!
A couple of the others groaned similarly, but of course the rest: Evan,
Craig, Jeremy and the four boys all grinned and gawked at Andy's generous
endowment.
"DREW Mac 'D'!!!" I heard a bellow from behind me suddenly. "Will ya drop
that thing fer Christ's sake!"
Whipping around, I saw that a large young man, about our age, in a red
and green plaid kilt was swiftly bearing down on us, with a mixed look of
amusement and happiness on his face. He was looking past me, and as I
spun around, to see who he was looking at, Andy's smile lit up at the
same time as his face turned as red as the other guy's kilt, and he
quickly dropped the front of his own.
"Liam!" Andy cried happily, through his embarrassment.
"I can't believe m' bleedin' eyes!" the large young man cried, grinning.
"I thought t'was you, but didn't think it possible, til' I saw those
bloody huge bollocks o' yer's, then I knew t'was you!"
Laughing loudly, Liam burst past me and threw his arms around Andy,
squeezing him in a strong bear hug, as the rest of us looked on in
complete surprise. In addition to being surprised that we'd run into
someone who Andy apparently knew pretty well, I was especially curious
over Liam's comment on recognizing Andy by his genitals!! Was he just
joking, or was there more to it???
After a minute, just as I was going to suggest the bear of a Scotsman
release Andy before he broke him, the two finally parted. Grinning they
each backed up and looked the other up and down.
Suddenly Andy became aware that we were all still there, and were looking
curiously at the two of them. Chuckling, he tinged a little pink again,
and said, "Sorry lads! Liam! I'd like you to meet my mates. And, lads,
this is Liam. I know him from when I'd stay at Auntie Doreen's!"
Liam turned and smiled at us, as Andy began introducing us all. As he
started on the other side of the circle, I was the last person Liam was
introduced to. He looked me up and down carefully, but continued
smiling.
"So... he's the one? Yeah?" I heard Liam ask in a very low tone, as he
leaned in toward Andy smiling and nodding in my direction.
Blushing, but smiling broadly, Andy nodded in a coy way, as Liam's smile
broadened a little and he stepped back from Andy to take little better
look at me.
I must've looked either embarrassed, or surprised, because Liam's smile
broadened even more when he looked me in the eye and winked and said,
"It's OK, we all know Drew's a shirt lifter. He's not the only one in
the band who is, and it's OK with us!"
I saw Scott mouth the words "shirt lifter???" to his brother, then he and
John started to giggle.
Liam glanced at them and guessed they were laughing over his terminology,
and smiled and winked at them.
"Band?" Boner asked, looking curiously at me.
I had been so surprised by Liam's acknowledgement that he knew Andy was
gay, and that he apparently knew about me too, that I'd missed the part
about 'in the band'. Suddenly I too was curious about that part of his
remark.
I looked at Andy curiously, and noticed he was blushing, and looking
guilty.
"Um... what's he talking about when he says 'He's not the only one in the
band'?" I asked.
As I continued looking curiously at Andy, Liam chuckled and said, "I mean
there's other band members who're gay too!"
"Other band members? What band? And... why are you making it sound like
Andy's a member of it?" I asked, turning my attention to Liam.
Liam looked confused, and glanced at Andy, who I noticed looked even more
guilty and red-faced.
"You never told him?" Liam asked, raising his eyebrows.
Andy hesitated and appeared to squirm slightly. Finally he said in a
guilty tone, "Well... it never really came up!"
Liam's eyes grew larger and and he stared at Andy for a moment, before
turning back to me.
"I know he hasn't been here to play with us for a while, but I can't
believe you don't know!" he said, looking at me with a surprised look on
his face. "Drew here is a piper in our band - The City of St. Andrew's
pipe band. He's one of our best pipers!"
"You're in a band?" Craig asked, incredulously, as we all stared at Andy.
Andy looked guiltier than ever, and even more red-faced.
"Well," he said, a moment later. "It's not the kind of band you guys
have. It's a pipe and drum band. And, I actually haven't been active in
it in some time now, and there were so many other things going on all the
while, that it just never came up."
"So you're really in a band?" John asked, grinning.
"Well, not any-" Andy started to say, but Liam cut him off.
"He most certainly is!" the young Scotsman declared.
"Cooool!" the twins oozed together.
"Why didn't you tell me this?" I asked, incredulously.
"Maybe for the same reason I never told you I piped!" Andy snapped in
reply, looking upset suddenly.
I remembered then that the reason he hadn't told me he was a bagpiper was
because his family had taken the bagpipes his grandfather had given him.
Liam was looking strangely at him. Suddenly he said, "Well, you're here
now. Finish gettin' dressed, get your pipes, and let's go. Massed bands
is in a half hour, and if we think you're still good enough, you can play
with us when we compete a little later!"
Andy's head snapped around and he looked at Liam with big eyes.
"I - we - um - I'm not here to play Liam. I'm sorry. My friends just
wanted to come see the games," Andy said, looking guilty and sad.
Liam looked at Andy in astonishment, then looked up at me as if he
thought I was the reason Andy didn't want to be in his band.
I looked at Andy and said, "So, you're really a member of their band?"
"He most certainly is!" Liam said, firmly, giving me an almost
challenging look.
"Well," I said, looking back at Andy. "We're here. You have your
pipes. You're in your kilt... well you're almost in your kilt. How come
you don't want to go play with your band?"
I noticed Liam's demeanor toward me change immediately. He realized it
was Andy, and not me, who was hedging. Instantly he turned to Andy and
looked at soberly at him, waiting to see what he would say.
"It's not that I don't want to John!" Andy said, looking uncomfortable.
"I ... just thought I should stay with all of you!"
Grinning, I said, "This place doesn't seem too big. I think we can split
up if we want to. Besides, some of us might want to meet your band, and
listen while you play with them. So..."
I noticed Liam, as well as a couple of the guys were smiling at me then.
"It's OK with you if I go for a while then?" Andy asked. I could hear a
mixture of surprise and cautious excitement in his voice.
"Of course!" I cried, grinning. "And stop hiding important shit like
you're in a band from me you boob!"
Liam broke into a broad grin then and clapping me on the shoulder, he
said to Andy, "From yer e-mails, I thought I was gonna like 'im! I was
right! Finish dressing, get your pipes and let's go mate!"
Grinning, Andy spun around and reached in the trunk of the car and picked
up his bagpipe case which was on top of half his bag that held the rest
of his outfit. Grumbling that he might as well get them out since they
were already in his hands, he pulled it out and handed it to Liam.
"Could you get my pipes out while I finish dressing?" he asked.
"Sure thing mate!" Liam said, grinning, and taking the bagpipe case.
As he opened it, and withdrew Andy's new bagpipes, he gave a low whistle
of approval.
"These are excellent pipes Drew! But I thought you said you'd never play
any but what belonged to your Grand Da! What 'appened to them?" he
asked.
Andy's face suddenly clouded over. I realized then that the set of
bagpipes that his grandfather had given him, which his father had
apparently taken after he threw him out, had meant more to him than he'd
let on. They hadn't merely been a gift, but rather - had belonged to his
grandfather, and were probably a family heirloom of sorts.
Quickly Andy forced a smile and looked at Liam and said in as bright a
tone as possible, "I don't have them anymore. I have these now, and wait
until you hear how grand they sound!"
Liam must've seen the sadness etched on Andy's face a moment earlier and
sensed he should drop the subject. Although he appeared to study Andy
more closely, he smiled and said simply, "Oh... Well, let's get going
then!"
"OK, but... I'm not quite finished dressing yet!" Andy said, as he stood
there with his kilt on, but not his shirt & tie, socks and special shoes,
nor any of the other adorning parts.
"Then get going Laddie!" Liam said, grinning. "We got just enough time!"
"So Liam!" I said, clapping a hand on his shoulder, and pulling him away
from Andy, as Andy's head spun around to shoot me a curious, slightly
worried glare. "Why don't you tell me a little more about this band of
your's that Andy's in!"
Grinning, Liam let me steer him away from Andy, as he started telling me
about the City of St. Andrew's Pipe Band, and how whenever Andy was
staying at St. Andrews, he would practice with them and play with them at
various performances, parades, and competitions. He also competed by
himself, and usually won the competitions he was in. I was amazed to
find out that Andy was such an accomplished piper!
"So," Liam said in a low voice after we'd wandered a few yards away.
"What happened to his Grand Da's pipes? It was obvious I upset him by
asking."
"I know," I said in a low tone. Not knowing just how much he knew about
what had happened to Andy, I was careful not to tell too many details, as
I added "Actually, we just found out he was a bagpiper. And, at the
time, he just said he didn't have his pipes anymore. He did say they had
been given to him by his grandfather, but I didn't realize that they'd
actually been his grandfather's pipes! I thought they were just a gift.
Obviously they meant a lot more to him than I knew. I don't think I'll
find out the answer about what happened to them though, until we get back
to London... unless his Auntie Doreen can find out... Maybe I'll give her
a call, while you're keeping him busy!"
"Good idea!" Liam said, looking approvingly at me.
"Thanks!" I said.
Just then Andy walked up behind me and said, "Thanks for what?"
Startled, I hesitated, then said, "for telling me about the band!"
Liam smiled and nodded slightly at me.
"C'mon Mate! We have to run, or we'll miss massed bands! And you have
to get tuned yet!" Liam cried, grabbing Andy's shoulder.
"OH!" Andy cried, as I winked at Liam who smiled and nodded again. "Come
along Lads. This is something you'll want to see. It's not quite the
Edinburgh tattoo, but, you can stand right near where all the bands march
by, rather than sitting on stadium seats to watch. So it's almost
better!"
"OK," I said, grinning. "Let's go then!"
We all set off at a quick pace then, following Andy and Liam in the
direction of the tents.
* * *
"DREW????" a girl with plaited blond hair cried as we neared a tent that
had the pole with the shield from Andy and Liam's band that was sticking
up in the air, attached to the corner.
I saw several heads spin around, and suddenly there was a cacphony of
surprised, happy cries and several people, all in matching kilts rushed
over to Andy. I couldn't help grinning at how popular Andy was with his
group of friends from his band. It was completely different than it had
been for him back in school, where he'd been pretty much an outcast,
until I came along, and my friends let him into our group.
After a couple of minutes of everyone talking at once, clapping Andy on
the back, and exclaiming over his new pipes, Liam cried, "IT'S TIME TO
GO!"
There were many cries of "Oh" "Bugger" "BollockS" "Shit!" and the like as
everyone abandoned Andy to grab their instruments, then suddenly, they
were all lining up in formation.
"Over here Drew!" Liam called, indicating a spot in the front corner of
the group.
"Pipe Seargeant's YOUR spot now Liam!" Andy called back.
"Not today Mate! Ian's not here, so I'm Pipe Major. You get your old
position!" Liam replied.
Smiling excitedly, but looking about a little nervously to see the
others' reactions, Andy moved into what was obviously a position of more
importance in the band than some others. I noticed that the others
didn't look upset that Andy was being placed in that position though. In
fact, the boy who vacated the spot, who looked about the same age as
Andy, grinned at him and told him it was "good to have you back where you
belong Mate!". Andy's eyes looked a little watery, as he smiled warmly
and visibly relaxed.
We watched then, as Liam got into position in the opposite corner, and
called out a string of directions, which included the names of some
tunes, and apparently their timing. Then he cried out some instructions,
and suddenly the drums rolled, as the pipers all hoisted their
instruments, and began blowing in them. A moment later they were
playing. As they played, Liam put his pipes down and took out a tuner,
and walked over to tune Andy's pipes for him. Apparently, he'd already
tuned the others', as when he was done, he returned to his spot, picked
up his pipes, and began playing. A moment later, the band began
marching off in formation toward the entranceway into the main grounds,
with us hustling to follow. I noticed Craig had run up in front of the
band and pulled out his video camera. I couldn't help grinning as I
watched him trying his best not to trip on anything, as he hustled along,
backward, while filming the band as they moved toward him.
* * *
"How come we didn't know anything about this?" Jacob asked, as he strode
along next to me, with Harry on his other side, also looking over at me.
"I don't know," I said. "It seems though that our Andy is a little more
of a complex guy than any of us knew!"
"And you're OK with that?" Jacob asked.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"That he's kept secrets from us - especially from you?" he asked.
"Well," I said, loudly, so he could hear me over the band's playing.
"It's not like this was some bad secret. I mean it's not like I've
caught him hiding something that will affect our relationship!"
As I looked over at him, I was surprised to see a somewhat haunted look
cloud over Harry's face. When he saw I'd noticed and was looking
curiously at him, he blushed, and looked down at the ground, and
continued trudging along, silently.
"What the hell's the matter with him???" I thought to myself, as I
watched him for a moment. I'd noticed all day he hadn't seemed himself.
I wondered if he was getting sick.
"... know. But still. Why would he keep something like this a secret?"
Jacob was persisting.
"As far as I know, he doesn't keep secrets from me usually," I said, not
taking my eyes off Harry. I snorted and added, "Besides - he's Andy!
You and I both know he's incapable of keeping a secret! God knows how he
managed to keep this one for so long. Anyway about his piping and being
in a band - well, I think it's something that's pretty important to him,
but given everything that's happened to him, including losing his
bagpipes, I expect it's something he felt was part of his past, and maybe
losing it was too painful for him to talk about with us. Maybe because
he felt it was something he couldn't do anymore, he was just trying to
forget it."
"Maybe, but I still think that's rubbish!" Jacob said. "When you're in a
relationship, I thought you shared everything with one another!"
Harry's head snapped up and he looked even more miserable as he looked at
Jacob. When he saw me still studying him, he looked stricken.
"Do you think he's gonna want to be in the band yet, now that he's played
with them again?" Scott asked. He and John were trailing along on my
other side.
"Maybe," I said. "We'll see."
* * *
The band stopped playing and halted then, and Andy broke ranks and ran
over excitedly, as the rest of them remained in formation.
"Go stand along the main foot path over there," he cried excitedly,
pointing up ahead. "Next to the open field that's marked off. We'll be
marching past and going in there together with the other bands to play!
When it's over, I'm going back to the band's tent. I'll meet you shortly
after that at the beer tent! Is that alright?"
"OK!" "Sure!" "Sounds good!" several of us said.
I noticed a few of the guys were grinning at the mention of the beer
tent.
Andy grinned radiantly back at us, then turned and scampered back to his
position with the band.
None of us could help grinning at his excitement. Only Harry wasn't
smiling I noticed.
As everyone started moving forward again, I reached out and put a hand on
Harry's shoulder. As his head spun around, and he saw me looking down at
him, he gulped and looked miserable.
I held onto Harry's shoulder until the others had walked on ahead a
little, then said, "Are you feeling OK?"
I reached up and felt his forehead, but he felt cool.
"I'm fine," he said, visibly relaxing a little, but sounding depressed.
"OK, then what's wrong?" I asked, studying him more closely.
"Nothing," He said, sounding a little more nervous, even though he was
trying to sound bland. Obviously he was lying.
"Bull shit!" I said. "And I don't appreciate you lying to me. I thought
we had a better relationship than that!"
Harry looked more stricken, and his eyes appeared to be a little glassy.
"We do!" he cried, his voice cracking with emotion.
"Then why won't you tell me what's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing's wrong!" he said, trying unsuccessfully to maintain eye contact
with me.
"Well, I don't believe you," I said. "You've been acting funny all
morning - like you're depressed or something. And when Jacob started
talking about Andy keeping secrets from me, you looked upset - like
you're hiding something."
He couldn't look at me anymore.
"You're keeping something from Jacob, aren't you?" I said.
Harry remained silent, and still couldn't look up at me.
"Listen, I get that you're upset. But, I thought you and me were like
brothers!" I said, feeling a little hurt. "I thought you felt like you
could talk to me about anything! Even your worst problems!"
Harry looked up suddenly, and I could see he was near tears. Obviously
something was really bothering him, and most likely he wanted to talk to
someone about it, but didn't think he could talk to me. It made me feel
like we weren't as close as I thought we'd been all along, and I felt a
sadness come over me.
My sadness abated though when Harry's demeanor changed, and he suddenly
looked as if I'd abandoned him. He looked down at the ground, and said,
in a soft almost whiny voice, "I do!"
I thought I heard a soft snuffle, and realized maybe I was being too hard
on him. He obviously had a serious problem, and needed to talk, but just
couldn't yet.
I put my hand on his shoulder and pulled him toward me, and hugged him
with one arm. I felt better about his and my relationship, as I felt his
arms wrap gratefully around my middle, and he squeezed me.
I rubbed his hair with my free hand, then wrapped that arm around him and
hugged him with both arms.
"Well..." I said, feeling worried, but trying to speak in a more
understanding tone. "I can tell you need to talk, and I'm here for you
when and if the time comes that you're ready to!"
Harry's arms tightened a little more around me, then he released me and
backed away. When he looked up, although he still looked pretty upset, I
also saw that he had a look in his eyes, as if he felt secure with me
again.
"I know there's a problem. But you can't talk about it yet, can you?" I
said.
Harry didn't reply, but looked at me with a sad look in his eyes, and I
could tell I was right.
Finally, as I was about to say something else, he said, "No! Now can we
please go before we miss Andy's band thing?"
"Sure," I said, changing my mind about pressuring him some more. "Just
remember, I'm always here for you, OK?"
Harry nodded, then turned to follow the others, who were long gone.
Worried about him, and also about what impact, if any, his problem,
whatever it was, would have on Jacob, I followed behind him.
* * *
"You're just in time!" John cried, excitedly. "LOOK! There's Andy!"
Indeed, just as Harry and I had just located and re-joined our group, a
huge contingent of what looked like several bagpipe bands, lined up in
long lines, began playing and marching in formation toward where we were
standing. In front of one line of players was Liam. Andy was five or
six pipers behind him. Even though he had his hat on, I could still see
his bleachy blond hair sticking out from under it. The entire group was
playing what I recognized to be "Scotland the Brave". And they were very
loud! As they marched past us, and turned into the field we were
standing next to, I noticed that even though Andy was blowing away into
his bagpipes, he had a big smile on his face. I was glad we'd decided to
come to the games. It would've been a shame if he'd missed out on being
with his friends and his band. Besides, my friends all seemed to be
enjoying themselves as well.
Once the group had taken their places in the field, they stopped playing,
and behind us we heard another group start playing. Looking back, we saw
another wave of bands bearing down on us, playing a tune that was
familiar, but I didn't know its name. They too joined Andy's group on
the field. The scene was repeated three more times, until there were
five divisions of bagpipe bands amassed on the field together. Then, the
entire combined group, numbering over a thousand players in all began
marching up and down the field in lines, playing. It was very loud, but
absolutely awesome, and we all stood transfixed, watching and listening.
After about 20 minutes, the divisions all marched back off the field
separately again, and continued playing as they marched on toward the
parking lot, where it appeared they split up and all went back to their
respective tents.
* * *
"OK, so who wants to hit the beer tent?" Boner asked, looking around at
us all, with a hopeful grin on his face, as the last bands marched by us.
"Is there food nearby it?" Scott asked, hopefully.
"Certainly!" Evan replied grinning. "They always put the food and beer
tents next to each other!"
"YAY!" the twins chorused, gleefully, as everyone grinned.
I noticed that Harry had a slight smile on his face, but that he
definitely wasn't as happy as the others. As I watched him, I noticed
that Mitchell was watching both of us. As everyone started following
Evan, who seemed to know where the beer and food was, Mitchell hung
back.
"Hey!" he said. "I saw you talking to Harry a while ago. What's up with
him?"
"Not sure," I said. "He won't tell me yet."
"Well, he's been acting funny ever since this morning," Mitchell said.
"I know," I said. "I can't figure out what's wrong. Jacob seems OK. So
it couldn't have been a spat with him."
"Well," Mitchell said. "I saw him talking to someone on his cell this
morning, and he didn't look very happy then... He was hollering,
although I couldn't hear what he was saying, and he looked ready to cry
at one point. Maybe that had something to do with it."
"Hmmm..." I said. "I don't think he'd be calling anyone except his
house. Maybe I'll give Laney a call and see if anything's up back in
London. Thanks!"
"No problem," Mitchell said. "See ya in the beer tent?"
"Yup - give me a few. I gotta couple calls to make," I said.
"Sure thing, Mitchell said. He turned then to follow the others, as I
pulled out my cell phone.
* * *
I called Harry's house first. Unfortunately, a maid who answered said
that everyone was out. I left a message that everything was fine, but
for Laney to call me on my 'mobile' as soon as possible. The maid said
she'd see that Laney got the message.
I put in a quick call to Elizabeth then. After exchanging pleasantries,
and checking on her's and Austin's health, and talking for a moment with
Jack, whose ear she held the phone up to, as Jack barked excitedly at the
sound of my voice, I asked if she knew of any problems with Harry or his
family. She said she didn't, and asked why. I explained, and told her I
had put in a call to Laney, and hopefully would find out soon.
The final call I made was to Auntie Doreen. She was home, and was
pleased to hear from me. She was doubly as pleased when she heard where
we were, and that Andy was having fun spending time playing the bagpipes
with his old band.
"He was always most chuffed when he was able to be with them!" she said.
Grinning I told her he was more chuffed than usual about it I thought,
which brought a happy twitter from her.
"Now," I said. "I was wondering if you could help me out."
"Well, I'll certainly try Laddie!" Auntie Doreen replied, sounding
serious, probably after sensing the seriousness in my voice. "What is it
you need?"
I explained to her then how we hadn't even known Andy knew how to play
the bagpipes until we were on our trip, and that he'd told me that he
used to have a set of bagpipes, but they'd disappeared from his room by
the time we went back to his parents' house to get his things.
"WHAT?" Auntie Doreen cried, in an outraged voice. "Those were his most
important possession! He revered them! They were his Grand Da's!"
"So I've heard," I said.
"Well? What happened to them?" she cried.
Smiling wryly, I said, "I don't know, but that's what I want to find
out! And that's where I was hoping maybe you could help us out."
"Why certainly I will! But what is it I can do?" she asked. "The only
thing I can think to do is to ring up my niece and ask what's happened to
them!"
Smiling, I said, "That's exactly what I was hoping you could do for us
Auntie Doreen! I'd call myself, but after all that's happened, I doubt
the bit- uh - Andy's mother will even speak with me! You, on the other
hand, I expect she'll speak to!"
"Well, I'll ring her up immediately!" Auntie Doreen cried, in a cackling
voice.
"That'd be great Auntie Doreen! Thanks very much!" I said.
"Tosh!" Auntie Doreen said. "This is something that needs to be taken
care of! I'm happy to help! Now, you run along and get yourself a
Haggis and a pint, and I'll ring her up right now, then, I'll ring you
back, once I know what's gone on!"
"OK," I said, grinning, but cringing at the thought of haggis. "I'll
talk to you in a while then."
"Aye!" Auntie Doreen said. "Cheerio now!"
"Bye," I replied.
The phone clicked then, as Auntie Doreen hung up. Just as it did, I saw
Andy, and several of his band mates heading in my direction.
"Who were you talking to?" Andy asked, a moment later, as grinning, they
all walked up to me.
"Oh!" I said, smiling. "Um... Harry's acting strange today. Turkey said
he saw him on his cell this morning. So I put in a call to Laney, to see
if anything's wrong at home. Everyone's out though, so I left her a
message to call back."
"Oh," Andy said. "Hope everything's alright. Where is everyone?"
I gave Andy a look like he'd asked a very stupid question, and he grinned
and said, "Oh! Well that's where we were going, so come join us!"
"Sounds good," I said, grinning.
Together Andy, his friends and I set off for the beer tent then.
* * *
A little while later, we were all gathered around a small table. Most of
us were standing, and we were all trying to eat, and not mix up our pints
of beer that were all sitting on the table.
Just as I bit into my second meat pie, my cell phone rang. Andy, who'd
just taken a swig of beer and set it down, was empty-handed. He looked
questioningly at me, and I nodded.
I felt my cock surge with delight at the feel of Andy's hand, as it
snaked into the front left pocket of my jeans to retrieve my phone. He
grinned as I shuddered slightly, and then he made sure to rub his hand
far to the right, so it rubbed my cock as he withdrew the phone from my
pocket.
"Bathturd!" I growled, through a mouth full of food, as Jeremy and Craig
who'd noticed Andy's movements, broke up laughing, as Andy flipped my
phone open.
"Hello?" Andy said brightly into the phone.
A second later, he looked surprised and said, "Auntie Doreen?"
Liam's head swung up and we glanced at one another, then both of us
looked at Andy, who stood listening with a furrowed brow. A moment
later, looking upset he walked away, out of the tent.
"What's with him?" Mitchell asked, nodding in his direction.
Liam gave me a worried look, as I watched Andy pacing up and down the
foot path outside the beer tent. A couple times he reached up and rubbed
his nose or eyes, and I realized he was crying.
Liam and I looked at each other for an instant before looking back toward
Andy. The others were all eating and drinking silently and watching him
as well.
After a minute, Andy flipped my phone shut, and held his hands up to his
eyes. When he turned to come back in the tent and saw us all watching
him, he cocked his head, snuffled, and smiled as best he could. Then he
walked back into the tent, and came straight over to me.
"I can't believe you did that for me!" he whined, as he wrapped his arms
around me and buried his face against my chest, as he hugged me.
"Are you OK?" I asked.
All Andy could do was nod. I could feel him shaking a little as I held
him, and the others watched.
Finally, I said, "Well? What'd she find out?"
Sniffling and pulling away from me, Andy looked tearfully at me and said
in a shaky voice, "She called Mum, and asked her about my Grand Da's
pipes, like you asked her to. Mum told her she has them. She hid them
after Da threw me out - so he couldn't get them! She told Auntie Doreen
I could come get them when we get back to London! I still have my
pipes!"
Tears flooded Andy's eyes again, as a huge smile warmed his face. My
eyes felt wet too, and I noticed that Liam rubbed his right eye for a
minute, as he smiled and looked embarrassed. The others all looked on
though, not knowing exactly what was going on.
"I called Auntie Doreen and asked her to call Andy's mother and find out
what had happened to Andy's pipes," I explained. "Apparently they're
safe and well after all, and Andy can get them when we get home! They
were really special to Andy, because they had benn his grandfather's!"
"Alright!" Pete cried.
"Way cool man!" Boner drawled, clamping a hand on Andy's shoulder and
giving him a squeeze.
The others all added their congratulatory remarks as well, as Andy stood
beaming at me, trying to gather his emotions.
After a minute, he snuffled, and shook his head, then said, "I can't
thank you enough for this John!"
"It was nothing!" I said. "If you didn't keep all these secrets from me,
I might've been able to do something sooner though!"
At the mention of 'secrets', Harry's face fell, and took on a haunted
look again. I gave him a questioning look, but he just looked away.
Nobody else seemed to notice.
Just then, Liam, who'd disappeared, walked back to the table with a tray
full of pints on it.
"This calls for a celebration!" he cried, grinning, as he put down the
tray of beers.
"Alright!" everyone cried, happily, as they reached for another beer.
* * *
As we were all enjoying our beer and food, someone suddenly said, "I
thought they'd have entertainment in here! They have a stage! How come
no one's playing?"
Everyone agreed that it was awfully quiet.
"There's usually someone playing all the time!" Andy said, and Liam
nodded.
"I'll find out when someone's gonna play," Pete said, who along with
Mitchell had just gotten up to go get some more beer.
A few minutes later, they came back to our table and Pete said excitedly
"Drink up dudes! We got a gig! NOW!"
"Huh?" Boner and I said in unison, both uf us looking up from our pints,
while the others all looked up and said, "What?" "Excuse me?" or
something similar.
"The band that's supposed to start in 20 minutes can't get here - there's
no entertainment for another 2 hours!" Pete said, excitedly.
"So he offered us up!" Mitchell said, looking nervously, albeit hopefully
around at us.
"You booked us to play??? NOW???" I asked, incredulously.
"OH!" Andy cried, grinning. "That's brilliant! Now my mates can hear
you too!"
Chuckling, Mitchell said, "He booked you too Whiz! Remember! It's 'the
Six Shooters' AND 'The Hot Scot' now!"
As Andy's eyebrows shot up, his band mates all started hollering
encouragingly at us as we looked at one another in shock.
Evan finally clapped me on the shoulder and said, "Trust me John!
Everyone here's half-pissed anyway. They'll adore you! So hop to and
get goin'!"
Boner and I exchanged uncertain looks, but finally he shrugged, chugged
the rest of his beer, looked at me and said, "Might as well. After all -
it's what we do!"
He grinned then, and I couldn't help grinning back at him. It was true -
it was what we did!
"Let's go get our stuff then," I said. I too chugged the rest of my beer
down and got up then.
We all headed off then for the cars. About 20 minutes later, we'd
gathered our instruments and equipment together. As we were about to
head back to the beer tent, I noticed Andy was standing with his pipes in
his hand, hanging back. He looked to be deep in thought.
"C'mon Man! Shake a leg!" I said to him.
He looked at me, as if he'd just popped back to reality from a day dream,
and said, "Oh! Uh... right. You go ahead. I'll be along directly!"
I gazed at him from under furrowed brows for a moment, but he quickly
turned and walked over to Liam and a couple of the others from his band
who were standing nearby.
"Horse! Let's roll!" Boner called out, as he headed off in the direction
of the beer tent.
Wondering just what Andy was up to, I turned and followed Steve and the
others.
Another 20 minutes later, to a smattering of applause, and a couple of
hoots from the audience, we were set up and ready to go. Only Andy was
still missing.
As I introduced us, the crowd quieted a little, probably due to our being
an unknown rock and roll band from the US, when they were mostly used to
local celtic bands performing there.
"How about 'It's My Life' to start?" I asked the guys, thinking maybe
it'd be good to start with a tune some of the crowd might know.
They all agreed.
As I turned to face the crowd, I was glad to see that Andy had arrived,
but surprised to see that he had most of the members of his band standing
with him off to the side of the stage area, and that they were all
carrying their instruments. I guessed they probably they had to go play
or compete somewhere themselves, but had stopped by to give us a quick
listen. Grinning, Andy waved gaily at me. I grinned and waved back, too
pre-occupied to give it anymore thought. If Andy had to go, we could
carry on without him.
I glanced back at the guys and nodded, then looked at Mitch who held up
his drum sticks crossed over his head, a moment later he began beating
them together, and at the same time calling out a count of 2-3-4, and we
launched into Bon Jovi's 'It's My Life'. A moment later, the younger
members of the audience all began yelling and clapping, as they
recognized the song.
As I sang, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Andy talking rapidly to his
friends, as they all listened intently to him.
I wasn't looking their way as we kicked into the chorus of the song, and
almost jumped into the air when I heard Andy and the other bagpipers in
his band suddenly start playing along with us. I'm not sure how I
managed to remember the words I was singing as I looked over at them in
shock. I realized the others in my band were surprised as well, but
within seconds, all of them were grinning wildly, and so was I. We'd
never had an entire bagpipe section back us up. It sounded awesome!
A couple minutes later, when Mitchell began tribally beating his drums
as the chorus went into it's looping mode, the drum corps of Andy's band
joined him, and Mitch's face lit up in a huge grin. I could see he loved
how they were backing up his beat.
The younger people in the tent had all converged in front of the stage by
then, and the space behind them had filled to the max, with people who
came into the tent to listen. In front of us, the crowd all began
yelling, clapping to the beat, and dancing to the music as "The Six
Shooters" and "The City of St. Andrew's Pipe Band" rocked the beer tent,
and the surrounding area, in a fashion I'm sure had never been witnessed
at the Glen Urquhart Highland Games in the past. Evan, Jeremy, Jacob,
Harry, and the twins were all in the middle of the crowd in front of us.
They too were yelling and dancing wildly around, along with the others.
Looking around at the guys, I saw they were all wearing huge grins, and
were having the time of their lives. Grinning myself, I looked over at
Andy, who although he was playing away, winked at me, as he too grinned
around the mouthpiece of his bagpipes. I was SO glad we'd decided to
stop by the games!
Everyone was having such a good time, I let the chorus repeat several
more times than usual, before finally turning to face the band to let
them know to stop after the next chorus. As Mitch began beating a cow
bell over and over again with his drumstick, along with the beat of the
music, signalling to the others that the song was about to end after the
next chorus, I looked over to motion to Andy and his band. Andy had
already stepped out from the group, and turned to face his band. All
eyes were on him, I noticed. As we suddenly and abruptly broke off,
ending the song with the words "It's my life!", I was surprised that
Andy's band cut off completely and abruptly at just the same point as
well. It couldn't have been a more perfect end! Looking over, I saw
Andy turn and look at me, grinning one of the biggest grins I'd ever seen
on his face, as the crowd went crazy screaming, clapping, and yelling for
more. It was then I noticed the tent was packed like a can of sardines -
totally over capacity, and a lot of people were standing outside it as
well, listening and craning to see us. Obviously the people liked what
they'd heard!
Joyously, we played for nearly an hour then, with Andy's band, or parts
of it joining us for some songs. When we announced it was time for us to
stop, the crowd boooed and hollered for more. Someone yelled for us to
play 'It's My Life' again, so I looked around at our group. The guys all
shrugged or nodded, so I looked at Andy. He nodded enthusiastically, as
well, so we played our opening song over again, and by the end of the
song, had the crowd going wild once again.
When the song finally ended, I could see that the others, like myself,
were all exhausted, and dying of thirst. I thanked everyone for being
such a great audience, but said, we needed to pack up, as the next act
would be coming on, and besides, I thought we could all use a beer.
Everyone laughed or hollered and clapped appreciatively then, as we
started to break down our equipment to make way for the next band.
* * *
As we were finishing getting our stuff off the stage, several strangers
began wandering over with pints of beer, and handing them to us. When we
asked what was going on, a tall thin young Scotsman in a brown kilt said
loudly that they had all appreciated our playing, and wanted to give us
something in return. We all looked at each other, surprised, but then
grins appeared one after another on the guys' faces, and Boner reached
for the pint the man was proffering and thanked him heartily.
Immediately, the two fell into conversation, as the other guys accepted
beers from other people, and began talking with them. I too ended up
with a pint in my hand, offered up by a pretty, young, blond woman, who
snaked her arm under mine, hooking mine and attempted to pull me away
from the group. As Andy watched with big eyes, I realized she was
hitting on me. Chuckling, I extracted my arm from her's, thanked her for
the beer, but not to be rude, struck up a conversation with her about
generic things, like where she was from, and how we were enjoying
Scotlan. As Andy watched, I winked at him, and he broke into a smile.
A minute later, Evan and the boys walked up, each carrying a few pint
mugs of beer, and were surprised to see we all had some already. Curious
how we got our beer before they could get it for us, but smiling
regardless, they sat back down at the small table we'd been at earlier,
which had just been vacated, and set all the beer down, and sat down to
wait for us.
I noticed as they sat down that all of them - even the twins reached for
mugs of beer. I couldn't get away from the girl I was talking with to
stop them, and tried to signal Evan to do something. He just smiled and
waved gaily at me, not realizing I was trying to get him a message, and
not taking any notice of what the boys were up to. Andy and his band, who
had all gotten themselves some beer as well, suddenly rejoined us, and I
lost view of the boys. Finally, I gave up trying, figuring I'd get over
to them before they'd consumed too much, and hoping Evan would pay better
attention to them before I got there.
After a few minutes more of talking with the girl who'd gotten me the
beer, I guess she realized I wasn't interested in being "picked up", and
I was able to end our conversation.
I quickly side-stepped a few other people, claiming I'd be right back and
made my way to the table. By the time I'd gotten there, I saw that the
boys were all on their second pints of beer! And Evan, was among the
missing.
As I stood looking down pointedly at the four of them, they all looked up
guiltily at me. Scott quickly, somewhat defiantly,chugged some more of
the beer from his mug. I directed my look even more pointedly at him and
he lowered the mug from his lips, licking some foam from the head off his
upper lip, and looked down guiltily at the table.
"I know you like beer, but you guys are too young to be drinking! And
you know you don't have permission to drink any, unless I give you
specific persmission, which I won't, unless we're at least at home!" I
said, looking mostly at the twins. They both looked more guilty.
"Mugs!" I said, holding out my hand toward the two of them.
Dejectedly they both handed over their pints.
"That's all for the two of you! It's soda from now on!" I said.
"Understood?"
Even more dejectedly, they both nodded.
I looked at Jacob and Harry then, who each had a pint, that was half full
in front of them. I knew that it had to be the second for each of them
too. I also knew they could probably pass for being old enough (in
Scotland at least) to be drinking, and were used to having a beer or two
at home with me and Andy, so I told them they could finish what they had,
but that that would be their last!
As they looked dejectedly at me too, Scott and John both began
vociferously complaining that it wasn't fair that Jacob and Harry could
drink beer, and they couldn't.
"They're older than you!" I said. "And they're only allowed to finish
what they have! After that they're cut off too! I expect you all to do
as I've said. End of story! Understood?"
The twins both looked angry, as well as wronged, while Jacob and Harry
looked a little depressed. All of them seemed slightly embarrassed that
I'd spoken to them as if they were children as well.
"Well?" I asked, raising an eyebrow and looking critically back and forth
at all of them, as none had responded. "Is that understood?"
"Yes!" "Uh huh" and a couple of sullen nods were directed toward me.
"OK then. I'll be watching you!" I said.
Scott looked at me with daggers in his eyes, as blandly I looked back at
him, staring him down, until guiltily, he looked away. I turned then and
stepped away from the table, taking the twins' pints with me.
Steve was standing behind me, and he chuckled as I turned around.
"Father John!" he drawled in a low voice, grinning at me.
I just gave him a look that told him he'd better not seem like he wasn't
backing me up. He grinned back good-naturedly, and winked at me.
"Here!" I said, shoving one of the twins' unfinished pints into his hand.
"Thanks! Saves me a trip to the bar!" he replied, still grinning. Then
his grin fading into a serious smile he added, "Good call with the boys.
I was actually just going over to do the same thing!"
"Thanks," I replied, glad that he was being supportive of my parenting
skills. "Help me keep an eye on them will ya? I expect they'll try to
sneak some more yet!"
"Maybe," Steve said. "I kinda doubt John will, but Scott might!"
"Exactly!" I said, smiling.
"'K, I'll be watchin'," he replied.
Someone behind Steve, clapped a hand on his shoulder and he turned to see
who it was, and was quickly swallowed into a conversation with someone.
My voice felt like it was giving out after all the singing I'd done. I'd
seen that next door there was a smaller tent that was selling drams of
Scotch, and decided to wander over and get myself a couple. As I headed
in that direction, Evan passed me, heading for the bar.
"HEY!" I shouted over the din of the tent.
He spun around to look at me, smiling.
"Here!" I said, handing him the other twin's unfinished pint. "It's one
of the twins' - they really shouldn't be drinking - help me keep an eye
on them will ya? And don't let them have anymore!"
"Definitely!" Evan said, smiling and accepting the beer. "And thanks!"
"No problem!" I said, smiling. I turned then and headed for the tent
that was selling Scotch.
I ordered two drams of whisky and downed one right away, then sipped at
the other as I walked back to the beer tent to rejoin the guys and figure
out what we were going to do next.
* * *
When I got back to our group, I was surprised to see a bunch of girls
surrounding the guys, chattering loudly and waving pens and pieces of
paper at them. When they saw me, some of them promptly pounced on me as
well, asking for autographs. As I looked over at Steve, he glanced up
and grinned ecstatically at me. smiling, I turned to my fans and started
signing some autographs as well. As we were signing them, an official
looking man in a kilt walked over, and asked to speak with the band
manager. Everyone looked toward me, and the man grinned and handed me an
envelope.
When he saw me looking curiously at him, he said "It's your fee of
course!"
"We're getting paid for this?" I asked, surprised.
Pete grinned and said "I know how to cut a good deal!"
The man chuckled as he thanked us for a wonderful show. Then, smiling,
he walked off, out of the tent.
Opening the envelope, I was thrilled to see there was 150 pounds sterling
in it!
"looks like we've got beer money guys!" I cried, grinning.
By the time we'd finished signing autographs, we'd completely forgotten
that we were supposed to be on the road to Glasgow by then. And we'd
managed to get a table and enough chairs for everyone, so we could all
sit down. As we did, Evan, Boner and Mitchell came over, each carrying a
couple more trays with pints of beer on them, so we all continued
drinking and talking excitedly about our impromptu performance and how
successful it had been.
"We're becoming an international sensation!" Pete cried, hoisting his
glass. "Here's to 'The Six Shooters'!"
"And 'The Hot Scot'!" Craig added.
"That's 'HOT SCOTS'!" Andy cried, grinning at his friends, who all looked
a little surprised, but also grinned and raised their pints.
Everyone cheered and raised their glasses then and took a big swig of
beer.
And so our celebration continued, as the afternoon wore on.
* * *
It wasn't until the twins came to me asking for money, complaining that
their stomachs were empty again, that I realized what time it was. We'd
been sitting there for a couple hours, enjoying the other entertainment
and swilling beer. Andy and his friends had taken off for a half hour or
so, and returned. I found out after they'd returned that they'd gone off
to compete in their pipe band competition. When I'd told Andy I wished
he'd told me - because I had wanted to go watch, and listen to them, he
said I'd seemed a bit busy. Happily, Craig, who I hadn't realized had
disappeared too, held up his video camera, saying he'd gotten good
footage of it, so we could all watch it later.
"Christ!" I cried, looking at my watch. "We're supposed to be almost to
Glasgow by now!"
Everyone stopped talking and looked at me.
A moment later, Boner hiccuped and through an inebriated grin said, "I
Guessh we're not going there today then!"
Everyone started to snicker. I couldn't help grinning myself, as I said,
"Well, we don't have rooms reserved anywhere nearby, so I bet we end up
sleeping in the cars in the parking lot tonight!"
"Good! I don't have to drive! I can drink more beer then!" Boner
slurred, grinning.
We all looked at each other and broke up laughing then. Everyone was
having such a good time, and had had enough to drink, that the prospect
of sleeping in our cars didn't seem to bother them at all. They
immediately returned to their beer and joking.
"Sorry!" Andy said, when I looked at him. "I had no idea they'd enjoy
the games this much!"
Grinning I said, "Don't sweat it. It's OK. Everyone's having a grand
time! I wish we had a place to spend the night though!"
"There's bound ta be a inn with spots," Liam cried. "The games are
ending tonight, so most people are going home! Drew! Let's me and you
go find a place for your lot to sleep t'night!"
"OK," Andy said, smiling.
"OK, take this," I said, reaching for my wallet, and pulling my credit
card out. Just remember - you're supposed to be John Wilder, not Andy
MacDoogle when you use it!"
Andy grinned and took the card, and put it in his man purse that all the
guys in kilts wore that hung down over their crotches, and the two took
off. They were gone for about a half hour. When they returned, Andy was
grinning. They'd used my credit and gotten rooms for all of us together
in the same inn!
"Cool! How far is it?" I asked.
"Only a kilometer and a half away!" Andy grinned. Then looking at the
guys, he frowned and added "Oh dear!"
Most of the guys were half drunk by then.
Thinking for a minute, I came up with a plan. Evan appeared sober enough
to drive. Andy was, and so was I. When I explained the plan Liam agreed
to help, and so did one of the girls from the band, who'd come along with
them. Getting up, I told Julian, who seemed relatively sober, that we'd
be back soon, and I put Jacob and Harry in charge of the twins,
admonishing them NOT to allow them to drink anymore beer! They nodded
soberly at me.
We took off then.
At the parking lot, we each took one of our cars. Even though Andy
didn't have his license yet, I handed him the keys to my car and told him
to follow me, and be careful. He couldn't stop grinning over my allowing
him to drive alone, as he got into my car.
As a caravan then, we all drove slowly, following Liam, out of the park,
and down the road. A short distance away, we found the inn that Andy had
booked us into, and pulled in. I finalized our check-in, then together,
we all carried all our stuff up to our rooms. When we were finished, we
all got in the rental van some of the guys were using, and I drove us
back to the park. When we arrived back at the beer tent, some of the
guys didn't even realize we'd left!
"We're all set," I announced, reclaiming an empty chair at the table.
"Andy booked us some rooms, and we just took our stuff there. I'll drive
us back when we're ready to go!"
I was surprised when the guys all started whooping and hollering. They
were obviously all feeling no pain!
Smiling, I passed when Evan tried to pour me another beer.
"One of us needs to drive," I said. "I'll be DD tonight!"
Evan looked strangely at me for a moment, then shrugged and moved onto
the next guy.
We spent the rest of the evening in the beer tent then, only taking a
break to go listen to the final massed bands and the awards
announcements. Andy and his band were ecstatic to have won their
competition!
It was going on 9PM when the games closed down, and we headed back to the
parking lot. Most of the guys were weaving and staggering, and Boner was
nearly unable to walk. I had him throw his arm around my shoulder on one
side, and Evan's, who was a little tipsy himself, but still able to
navigate, on the other, and together we nearly carried Steve to the van.
When we got to the van, Steve began insistently babbling he had to pee.
As we held him up yet, Steve fumbled with his fly and couldn't open it.
"aoh fuck Horse, He'p me!" he cried, as everyone giggled.
Snickering, I reached down, and opened his fly.
"OK, you're unzipped," I said.
"Can't piss with it in m' pants 'orse! He'p me man!" Steve groaned,
sounding a little agitated.
"Oh Christ!" I said, as everyone roared with laughter.
Gingerly, I reached down and snaked my index finger and thumb into the
fly of his boxers, and extracted his penis, then held it between my thumb
and index finger, so it was pointed away from him.
"OK, it's out, go ahead and pee man," I said, benevolently.
As a couple of the guys watched incredulously, and others snickered,
Steve smiled and began urinating. He pissed like a race horse for some
time. When he finally finished, he squirted a couple times. Then I
shook his dick a couple times.
"Ay! Watch that Horse!" Jeremy chortled. "Looks like yer gettin' 'im
hard!"
"Fuck off!" I muttered, as I stowed Boner's dick back in his pants, while
everyone laughed heartily.
Poor Craig looked like he was going to piss his pants, he was laughing so
hard, and quickly turned and pulled his own dick out and began peeing.
As everyone chuckled, a couple of the others must've decided peeing was a
good idea, and turned away and pulled their own dicks out. Soon several
of them were shooting streams of urine in all directions, all over the
parking lot. I was glad we were parked down at the end of the row, so
other people weren't around watching.
"C'mon Bone, into the van," I said, as Andy opened the door, and Evan and
I poured him into it.
As everyone climbed into the van, nobody seemed phased by the fact they
were all crammed into it and sitting on the floor. Since Andy was in his
good kilt, I had him sit up front with me. I bid good-bye to his
friends, and thanked them for the back-up when we played together earlier
in the day. Then, Andy took a moment to say good-bye to his friends
before climbing into the passenger seat of the van. He bravely fought
back tears as he talked with them. As we drove away though, I noticed he
snuffled a couple times and rubbed his eyes with his sleeves. Reaching
over I stroked his cheek and told him we'd come back again, now that I
knew how connected to Scotland he really was. He just smiled at me and
snuffled again, as his lower jaw trembled.
By the time we got back to the inn, although it wasn't too late, the guys
were all ready to collapse into their beds. Everyone else was able to
move under their own power to their rooms, but Evan and I had to carry
Steve, who was passed out by then, to his room. When we got there, we
dropped him onto his bed. I got him undressed down to his boxers then,
and we tucked him in.
"He'll sleep all night now, but on the off chance he doesn't and you need
any help with him, I'm next door, just give me a holler," I said to
Julian.
"Thanks," Julian said. "I think we'll be OK."
"OK," I said. "G'night then."
"Night," he replied.
We left then and Evan went down the hall to his room, and I joined Andy
in our's.
* * *
Everyone had had so much to drink, that all the guys went right to bed.
Neither Pete nor Mitchell cared that they had to share a double bed.
Both just collapsed. fully clothed, on top of it, next to each other, and
passed out immediately.
Craig and Jeremy managed to run to the bathroom to pee first. The they
returned to their room, stripped, and crawled naked into bed together.
"I'd love to fuck," Craig said, smiling at Jeremy, hoping he wouldn't be
upset. "But I'm too beat."
"I probably can't get hard at this point anyhow," Jeremy snickered
drunkenly. He rolled over and wrapped his arms around Craig, as Craig
pulled the duvee up over them. They too were soon snoozing peacefully.
Evan collapsed on top his bed, fully clothed, and was out quickly too.
* * *
Jacob and Harry had had several beers each, when I wasn't looking, on top
of what I'd seen them drink. Since it was spread out through the
afternoon and evening though, and, they were British, and used to
drinking beer, neither was too drunk. They stripped, then urinated
together into the sink in their room, and finally crawled into bed
together.
Neither spoke a word to each other, but smiling, Jacob's hand reached
down and found Harry's penis. He quickly massaged it to life, as Harry
smiled and reached for his tube of lubricant. Once he was stiff, Jacob
released his penis, and Harry quickly greased it up, while Jacob rolled
onto his stomach and spread his legs apart. Jacob reached back and held
his ass cheeks open then, as Harry got into position, and mounted him. A
moment later, Harry who was holding the tip of his penis against Jacob's
anus, pressed downward. As Harry gently, and slowly applied pressure
against him, Jacob relaxed his sphincter, and it opened, allowing Harry's
cock to slide easily up inside him. A couple seconds later, Harry was
laying sprawled on Jacob's back, with his hardon buried up Jacob's ass.
He waited a few seconds, then slowly began moving his hips up and down,
as Jacob moaned happily underneath him.
Within seconds, Harry was breathing heavily, as he slid his dick rapidly
in and out of Jacob's rectum, while Jacob moaned softly on and off, as
the head of Harry's cock rubbed sensuously back and forth over his
prostate gland.
It only took a couple minutes of Harry rutting away, shoving his cock in
and out of Jacob's asshole, for both of their orgasms to build up. All
too soon, Jacob groaned and his sphincter grabbed Harry's cock. Semen
squirted out of his dick, which was laying flat against the matress,
pointing to his left, creating a steak of wet goo on the sheet next to
him. Before he spasmed again, Harry groaned as well, and pumped a glob
of cum into Jacob's rectum. Together, as Harry continued fucking Jacob,
the two spasmed joyously a few more times each, until their orgasms
ended. Then, when it was over, Harry placed his forearms protectively on
either side of Jacob, and laid his head down on the back of Jacob's
neck. He sighed contentedly, and a moment later, Jacob, who was enjoying
their closeness, heard Harry begin snoring. Smiling, and snuggling back
against him a little, he too soon fell asleep, with his boyfriend's cock
still inside him.
* * *
Since I'd cut off their beer consumption early on, the twins were more
wide awake than anyone. They took the time going down the hall, and
using the bathroom, before scampering back to their room, stripping down,
and falling into a '69' on their double bed together. The two spent
sever minutes, happily sucking each other's penises, and fingering each
others holes, before, simultaneously, joyously exploding - sending
streams of warm saltiness down each other's throats.
When their orgasms ended, they rolled over and laid next to each other,
discussing the day's events for a while. Eventually, their eyes traveled
to each other's groins, and both began stiffening again.
"Wanta fuck this time?" Scott asked, looking hopefully at John, whose
warm, firm chute he was hoping to slide his cock into.
"Of course!" John said, grinning, and pulling his knees up and spreading
them apart, to open his ass cheeks.
Grinning as well, Scott reached for the lube he'd placed on the night
stand, in hopes of using it for just this purpose. Within a few seconds,
he'd liberally lubricated his, by then, stiff dick, and was crawling into
position to fuck John missionary style.
A slight giggle burst from John's lips when the head of Scott's penis
brushed lightly against his anus. Smiling, Scott pressed forward,
against John's pucker. John's giggle abruptly stopped, and a passionate
look swept over his face. He pushed gently with his anal muscles, as
Scott pushed forward, pressing his dick harder against John's sphincter.
"Mmmmm!!!" John moaned with pleasure. He closed his eyes, and continued
pushing his pelvic muscles, as Scott's rigid pole slid into his rectum.
A satisified smile replaced the look of arousal on Scott's lips, as his
pole slid through his twin's tight muscle, and into his inner, clutching,
moist, warmth.
"Mmmmm!!!" he moaned again, as the head of Scott's cock rubbed up against
his prostate gland.
A moment later, Scott's pelvis came to rest against John's stretched and
flattened buttocks, as his penis lodged completely, deep inside his
brother's rectum.
John's eyes opened and the two boys smiled at each other.
"Fuck your hole feels nice!" Scott groaned happily, as he laid over John,
bracing himself with his hands against the bed.
"And your cock feels like a long, hot, spear, that's pointed in just the
right direction!" John said.
Scott snickered slightly, at John's description of how his cock felt
inside him. A moment later though, he turned serious, and John's smiled
faded into a passionate look, as Scott began slowly sliding back out of
him.
Scott pulled almost all the way out of John, before reversing and pushing
himself back into him. He didn't stop moving once this time. Once he
was fully embedded inside John, Scott continued moving, pulling his dick
back out of his ass again.
Slowly and sensually Scott fucked John then for a minute or so, as the
two enjoyed the erotic feelings they were experiencing.
After a couple of minutes though, Scott began to feel his level of
arousal increasing, and without consciously thinking about he, his hips
began to inperceptably move up and down faster. The increase in speed
with which Scott slid his dick in and out of John's ass, continued to
steadily, and slowly increase, as both boys became more and more
passionately aroused, by the faster and faster rubbing of Scott's cock in
and out of John's hole, and over and over his prostate gland.
A couple minutes later, Scott was pumping swiftly in and out of John's
rectum, and both boys were nearly at the height of their passion. Each
looked at the other, through half-closed eyes, breathing heavily through
their mouths, as both began to feel their orgasms forming.
As the bed springs squeaked softly and rythmically along with Scott's hip
movements, both boys arousal began increasing quickly. John began
moaning softly every so often, and Scott's breathing began coming in
raspy gasps, as he broke into a sweat. He began pumping his cock in and
out of John's asshole faster and harder then, and John's moaning
increased, as his face contorted a little and his body began twitching
periodically, as he tried to hold off his orgasm.
A moment later, as Scott too began grimmacing, as he tried to hold back
his explosion, John cried out and Scott felt his penis being clamped in
by John's anal ring, as a warm wet glob of cum slapped against his
stomach.
"Awwwwmmmnnn!" Scott growled a moment later as during a downward thrust,
he too spasmed, and forcefully expelled, a glob of semen, deep inside his
brother.
"Ooohhhh!!" John gasped, as he came again, again spraying Scott's belly
with cum.
"MMmmmmm!!!" Scott moaned a split second later, as he pumped more fluid
into his brother's ass, which suddenly felt sloshy inside to him.
As Scott continued fucking John, the two both spasmed joyously a few more
times, until Scott felt like he was dipping his cock into a container of
warm fluid, and his gut was soaked with John's semen.
Finally, as his orgasm ended, Scott slowed his motions down, and laid
down fully, on top of John. As he laid on him, he continued moving his
hips up and down slowly a little bit. He felt his brother give a
shudder, squeeze his cock a little, and heard him draw in his breath
slightly a moment later. As he smiled at giving his brother a final
spasm of joy, he two was overcome with a residual tremble, and a last bit
of semen oozed from his dick, into John's intestines.
"Damn that was good!" John moaned softly.
"Oh yeah!" Scott said, flexing his penis slightly inside John yet.
The two quietly laid coupled together, with their arms wrapped around
each other, each breathing heavily, and both noticably feeling the
other's body heat, as they enjoyed the fading joyous feelings they'd just
experienced together.
After a while, Scott, whose penis had wilted completely, felt John's anus
give a squeeze, and his dick slid out of him, like a turd.
"Ew!" John said, smiling wryly as Scott's hot, slimey dick slide along
the inside of his ass crack, and settled deep in his groove.
Chuckling, Scott rolled off him, and onto his back. Then he reached for
the box of tissues, which he put in between himself and his brother, and
the two each pulled wads of it from the box, and cleaned themselves up.
"That was nice!" John said, yawning.
"Yeah," Scott agreed, yawning in response. "I'd say let's do it again in
a few, but I'm beat!"
"Me too!" John said.
Smiling, the two got up and opened their bed up, then crawled into it.
Scott smiled as his naked twin snuggled up to him. He wrapped his arm
around John, who settled into the crook of it. The two lay quietly
together then, and within minutes, both were fast asleep, snoring
lightly.
* * *
In Steve and Julian's room, Julian had stood staring at Steve, as he
slept, for a few minutes after we left. Every so often his hand moved to
his crotch, and he squeezed the tubular lump that had formed in it, and
was sticking off to his left side. After a while, Julian was breathing
much heavier than usual, and was continually holding and massaging his
hardon through his jeans. Finally, even though they were alone in the
room, he looked furtively around, as if someone might be watching. Then,
he tip-toed over to Steve's bed, and gently, he pulled the duvee off
him. Carefully, he then opened the fly of Steve's boxers, and watching
Steve's face for a reaction, he reached in with his index finger, hooked
Steve's penis, and pulled it out of his fly. As it laid there, flacid,
Julian smiled as he looked at it.
A moment later, Julian leaned down, picked up Steve's dick, leaned
forward, and put it in his mouth! Gently, he began sucking on it then.
As thrilled as Julian was to have Steve's penis in his mouth, his happy
anticipation vanished a couple minutes later, as he continued sucking on
it, only to find that Steve wasn't getting hard, and wasn't giving any
reaction.
"Shit!" he said, letting Steve's cock slide out of his mouth after a
couple minutes. "I finally get to suck on it, and he's too drunk to get
it up!"
Feeling a little dejected, Julian pulled Steve's boxers up by the fly, so
his penis disappeared back in them, then he pulled the duvee back up over
him. He was a little disconcerted when Steve suddenly heaved a sigh and
rolled over away from him.
Had he been awake? Julian was terrified. A moment later though, Steve's
breathing pattern returned to normal. Relieved, Julian undressed and
crawled into his own bed. Still being horny, he pulled lowered the front
of his boxers, which had been severely tenting, over his hardon, wrapped
his hand around his stiff dick, and began masturbating. It only took
about a half minute, before the pressure built up, and tensing up as his
hand moved like a piston up and down his dick, Julian gasped and
ejaculated a long thick rope of cum that landed in a thick line across
his chest. He kept on pumping his dick, and ever second or so, for the
next few seconds, he tensed and blew more jism from his cock, until
eventually, when his orgasm ended, he was streaked and spotted with a
copius amount of semen. Grabbing some Kleenex, Julian cleaned himself
up, then he rolled over, and finally satisfied, fell quickly to sleep.
* * *
Andy and I had gone to the bathroom and peed. Then we'd gone back to our
room and crawled naked into bed together. Both of us were too tired for
sex, but we did lay talking for a couple minutes, gently fondling each
other's genitals.
Suddenly, my cell phone rang. It was Laney!
After a minute's small talk, I asked her if she knew what was up with
Harry.
"He didn't tell you?" she asked.
"No!" I said.
Laney told me then about the phone conversation she'd had with her
brother earlier in the morning. Immediately I knew why he was so upset.
"Oh fuck!" I said....
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