Date: Mon, 26 Jun 2023 03:40:29 +0000 (UTC) From: Thomas Gaige Subject: My Step-Brother Jacob - Chapter 111 Nifty: Please add this chapter to my story under your "Gay - Incest" section. Thank you. Copyright 2003, 2023 Thomas Gaige. All Rights Reserved. This story is protected under US copyright law. No part of it may be reproduced in any way without the express written consent of the author. The author grants www.nifty.org and its mirror sites permission to post the story on their websites. DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of homosexual activities. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it! My Step-Brother Jacob Chapter 111 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next morning, Niles called. He sounded happy and excited, and reported that he'd called Margaret and asked if she'd like to go out with him again, and happily, she'd accepted. She'd even apologized for shutting down during their last date and explained that it wasn't that she didn't like him and find him attractive, but that she'd been sexually abused when she was younger, by an older male neighbor. She told him that she'd gone through therapy, and was OK now, but, that when he had started to get intimate, that it had caught her by surprise, and it had all come back to her, and it had freaked her out. Niles had told her he felt terrible, and apologized, but she told him that it was OK, and that she realized now that things were at a point where their relationship would move forward, and she was actually looking forward to it, but had asked Niles to just take it slow, and try to understand if she asked him to stop. As Niles continued telling me this, I heard his voice quivering a bit, and then he sniffled, and I realized the poor guy was quietly crying while he told me how awful he felt. He was such a good guy, I felt bad for him. "Well, I'm terribly sorry she had to go through all that," I said. "But, Niles, the good news is that it sounds like she really likes you, and I know you well enough to know that you'll be extremely careful moving forward, and treat her very tenderly, and in the end, I think the two of you stand to end up having a wonderful relationship!" "Really, John?" he asked, sounding a little surprised. "Yeah Niles," I said "I think you're the best thing that could've happened to Margaret. You're so mature and caring, that it's going to really help her to finally finish the process of healing completely." "That's so nice of you to say that John, but at this point, while I really do care for her, and want to move ahead, I'm terrified I'll do something to hurt her!" Niles said. "If you take it slow, and communicate in advance what you're thinking or planning, at least in a subtle way, I think it will relax her, and she'll be OK," I said. "Well, I guess we'll see," Niles said "We're going out again Friday evening. Do you think I should hold back, or...???" "I'd keep it platonic this date... that's not to say you shouldn't try to have contact with her. Holding hands, an arm around her, a soft, gentle, but kind of long, kiss good-night... and I think she'll feel comfortable, and be happy that you're being patient with her," I said. "I was rather thinking that might be best myself," Niles said. "I just wish we didn't have to go so slow... I'd like to punch the bloke who did this to her in the face!" "I fully understand," I said. "But, now that Margaret's aware that you are physically attracted to her, and that you're going to eventually resume moving things forward, she'll be better prepared, and won't shut you down next time. Just remember when that time comes - take it slow, and easy, and be tender and loving, and if she says stop, STOP!" "Of course I would!" Niles said. "Good!" I said. "I think you're good then. Just, take a step back temporarily, and rebuild to the point you were at, and move slowly, but steadily forward, and I think you'll both end up very happy with one another." "Thanks so much John!" Niles said. "Your advice and encouragement really is more helpful than you will ever know!" :"No problem man!" I said. "OK, I have to go," Niles said. "Maybe we'll stop by the pub during our date Friday." "That'd be great!" I said. "Hope to see you then!" "OK - Bye John!" Niles said. "Bye Niles!" I said. We hung up then. * * * After I hung up with Niles, I realized I had to get showered and changed to go to my appointment with the British Immigration Service, so I put Austin down for a nap, and as soon as he dozed off, I hopped into the shower, got cleaned up, and put on some dressier clothes than I usually wore. Andy came home from school a short time later, gave me a hug and a kiss and wished me luck, and I took off for my appointment. When I arrived, I had to wait a few minutes, then was ushered into an office where a woman in her 40's sat behind a desk. "Please sit down Mr. Wilder," she said. I sat down in a chair in front of her desk, and waited a moment while she flipped through a folder, pausing for a moment. Finally she looked up, and with a rather surprised expression on her face said, "Well sir, you must be someone rather special. According to what I see in your file, Lord Pemberly has requested we grant you citizenship in the United Kingdom, in duality with your current citizenship in the United State of America, bypassing any of the usual preparations and reviews, other than of course a security check, which has already been completed, and approved. Therefore, it is at the command of her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth the second, that on her behalf, I invite you are to appear, this coming Sunday, to take your oath of allegiance, should you still wish to, after which you will be a citizen of both countries. I trust this meets with your satisfaction?" "Most definitely," I said, grinning. "Very well then, my secretary will have a few more forms for you to complete before you leave, otherwise, I expect to see you at Sunday's ceremony, which will take place here at this building, at 1:00 p.m. Once you are a citizen, you will be issued a British passport, which will arrive at the address you indicate, approximately one month later." "Thank you so much!" I said, smiling. "You're very welcome, and congratulations! We're most pleased that you are becoming a fellow countryman!" the woman said, and she finally smiled, and stood up, extending her hand. I quickly rose, and shook hands with her. Then she stepped around her desk and led me out to the outer office, and handed her secretary my folder, saying, "Please have Mr. Wilder here complete the forms indicated on the top sheet in his folder. He's free to go once he's returned them to you." "Certainly Ma'am", the Secretary said. "Very well, Good day Mr. Wilder. Until Sunday then," the lady said, smiling and nodding slightly. I smiled and nodded, and she turned and retreated into her office. The secretary then turned and pulled three forms out of some slotted cabinets to her left, and handed them to me, along with a pen, and directed me to go to a desk in the corner and fill them out I thanked her, and did as she'd directed. Two of the forms were for citizenship, and the third was for a British passport. I quickly filled them out, and then gave them to the secretary, and left. * * * "So???" Andy cried, when I returned home. "I'm to take my oath, and become a dual citizen this Sunday!" I said, grinning. "OH!" Andy cried, and his face crumpled, as he both grinned ecstatically, and began crying at the same time. "We must have a party!" "Honestly!" I cried, trying to look stern. "Is that all you ever think about is parties?" "Well, is there something wrong with that?" he asked, looking confused, and still sniffling. "Hell no!" I grinned. "Let's have a party!" I began laughing, and he broke into a grin, and laughing said, "You're such an arse! However, I'll handle all the details, since the party is for you!" Just then Jacob walked in the door. "What's going on?" he asked. "John is going to become a citizen of the UK on Sunday!" Andy cried, gleefully. "What? Really?" Jacob asked. "You're not going to be American anymore?" "Oh, I'll still be American as well yet," I said. "I'm becoming a dual citizen." "Oh!" Jacob said, looking confused. "Why?" "So that I can remain here in the UK with you guys, after I graduate from college," I said. "Currently I'm only able to live here on a student visa. This way, I can come and go between here and the US as much as I want, and stay in either place as long as I want." "Cool!" Jacob said. "I didn't know you were planning this though, how come you didn't say anything?" "I didn't want to jinx it, nor did I want anyone getting excited, until it was a sure thing, just in case it didn't happen," I said. "Oh, well that's brilliant!" Jacob said, grinning. "Should we celebrater then?" "We are!" Andy cried, grinning. "We're having a party afterward! You can help me plan it!" "Brilliant!" Jacob cried. "Well, you guys go on and get your plans figured out, and I'll go check on Austin, and then I have some bills to pay," I said. "I'll start dinner in a little while." With that, I went upstairs. * * * The following Friday evening, Andy came along with me to the pub, while Jacob stayed home. I expect he wanted to finalize whatever plans he had made for my party. I made him wear his casual kilt though, and bring along his pipes as well, so he could play a few songs with me, as well as one or two solo songs. We were both surprised when we walked in, and found Evan tending bar! "Ummm... great to see you man, but, what're ya doin' back there?" I asked. Evan chuckled and said, "George went along with my Da, to make our delivery, and he asked me to hold things together here while he was gone." Andy and I both looked at him a little quizzically, and I asked, "What delivery?" Evan smiled and said, "You know how we always used to take bags of burgers down to the homeless folk under the bridge?" "Yeah... "I said. "Well, I was still doing it every so often, and when my father found out, he decided to join me, and well, when George found out recently, and it's become a regular thing. So, once or twice a week, we've been taking food down to them, and this time George decided to go along with Da and see just what the situation is, so... they needed someone to work the bar, and, here I am!" he said. "Cool!" I said. "I had no idea you guys were doing this. I wanta be a part of it too!" "Me too!" Andy said. "Those people were very kind to me. I always worry about them down there. What can we do to help?" "That'll have to wait... right now, I need to know how to make a Mojito! There's an American couple over there, and that's what they want! Can you help John?" Evan asked, looking confused, as he thumbed through a bar guide looking for the recipe. "This old guide doesn't seem to have them in here." "Yup - I can make them," I said, and I walked around the corner, and slipped in behind the bar. "Watch!" I quickly grabbed the ingredients to make the drinks, and mixed a couple up in pint glasses, explaining to Evan how to do it. "Brilliant!" Evan gasped. "I didn't know what I was going to do!" I chuckled as he set the drinks on Sophie's tray. "You can just google recipes online if you don't know how to make a drink," I said. "Sometimes they actually walk you through making them as well." "I never thought of that!" Evan said. "Besides! Why did they come to the UK, if they don't want to try British drinks and food?" "I couldn't agree more," I said. "But some people might be homesick if they've been away a long time, or, they don't like many kinds of drinks, or..." "Step aside lads," Andy said, shoving us aside. "What're you doing back here too?" I asked, surprised. "The table by the window needs a round, and you two and Sophie are busy, so I took their order, and am going to fill it!" he said. "I've never seen the place so busy!" Sophie cried, as she stepped up to the bar. "I need four gin and tonics, 3 ales, and 3 shots of Jameson's." "I'm on the beer!" Andy called. "I'll get the shots," Evan said. "OK, I'll make the G&T's," I said. "What in bloody Hell?" George declared, as he and Arthur strode in the front door a minute later, and saw all of us bustling about behind the bar. "Never mind!" Sophie ordered. "Get yer arse behind the bar! And Arthur, here's a food order! Get out to the kitchen and help the cook!" We all paused and glanced at Sophie, who just glared back at us and cried, "Well what're you blokes waiting for? We have thirsty and hungry customers!" We all started chuckling, but Arthur took the food order and headed back to the kitchen, while we finished filling the drink orders, and George joined us behind the bar. "Why are we so busy tonight?" I asked. "Must be the adverts I placed," George said. "I put some around at the local hotels and on the advert boards, sayin' we have live entertainment Fridays." "More likely, it's the new website Evan posted!" Sophie said, over her shoulder as she dashed by, back to the kitchen with another food order. "You posted a website?" I asked, looking curiously at Evan. "It was actually sort of a class assignment," Evan said. "I was telling my father how I was learning to create websites at University, and George heard me saying we had an assignment to create a website for a business. It wasn't meant to actually be posted, but George asked if maybe I'd use the Bell & Crown for my business, so I did, and it came out OK. He really liked it though, and asked me to actually put it up online, so I got a little more help from my professor, and we set up a real business website for the pub! It's got the hours, menu, a few pictures, and a banner advertising your show!" "Wow! Well, if it's helping bring in this many more customers, that's great!" I said. "I may have to hire more staff though," George said, glancing about dubiously. "And maybe some more entertainment!" I said. "Would ya consider playing more often?" George asked. "Well," I said. "Maybe a little more, but, you really need different entertainment, not just the same entertainment all the time. I may be able to get you one or two other singers from school though." "You want competition?" George asked, surprised. "Well, I didn't say they would be as good as me!" I said, looking at him with a serious look on my face. He looked at me a moment, then I couldn't help it. I burst into laughter, and he, Andy, and Evan joined in. "Seriously," I said. "You need different acts, so people don't get tired of the same old thing all the time. I do think there are a couple of other singers in a couple of my classes that would be good enough, and might be interested." "Well, if you're sure you don't mind others playin' here besides yerself, maybe bring 'em along sometime, and we'll see." George said. "I'll see what I can do," I said. "Meanwhile, I'm going to go play now." "Good! Yer late!" George said, laughing heartily. "I've got our pints lads," Andy said. "And Sophie reserved our table for us. Let's go!" I grinned and picked up my pint and headed toward our table and the stage. Andy and Evan followed. Evan slid into the booth, while Andy and I began unpacking our instruments and setting up. As Andy, headed out to the alley to tune his pipes, I picked up my guitar, turned on the mic, and introduced myself. I was surprised at how enthusiastic the crowd was. Grinning, I began playing and singing. About half way through my first song, Andy returned and sat down at our table, and a few minutes later, Niles and Margaret, walked in and made their way to our table. As they arrived, Niles flashed me a huge grin. I grinned back at him. Evan got up from our table and said something to Niles and Margaret, who slid into the booth seat he'd just vacated. Evan then headed to the bar, and slipped in behind it. He said something to George, who I saw heave a sigh of relief and grin. Together then, the two began manning the bar together. I felt sorry for poor Sophie, who was running her ass off, waiting on all the full tables. Fortunately, George had apparently called in reinforcements, as another waitress who worked at the pub when Sophie wasn't working walked in, and immediately picked up a pad and pen, and headed off down one side of the room, while Sophie, also heaved a sigh of relief, and headed down the other side of the room. I sang one more song, then motioned for Andy to join me, and together we played a couple of songs. When Andy finished, he disappeared. I continued to sing and play. The pub's clientele all seemed to be having a great time, and the place was packed. When I finally took a break, Andy, who'd heard me saying I'd be back shortly, came bustling over, as fast as he could get through the crowd. I was surprised to see he was wearing an apron. "John! We need help in the kitchen!" he cried, and without waiting for an answer, he spun around and headed back to the kitchen. Curiously, I followed. When I stepped into the kitchen, the cook and Arthur were bustling about, and Andy was working on cooking something. "Thank God!" Andy cried. "John, I'm sorry to take up your break, but we're swamped, and need your assistance!" "Uh... OK," I said. "What do you need me to do?" "Can you mix up some Buffalo Wing sauce and cook six orders? Andy says, your wings are brilliant!" the cook called. "Um, sure," I said. I stepped over to the refrigerator, and poked around til I found the things I needed, then I stepped into the pantry area to find the rest. I found one burner on the grill area that I could use, and threw a large cooking pot on it, then started throwing the ingredients for wing sauce in the pot, and started cooking it. I made the mild version first, figuring I could pour some off, then add more spice for the medium version, then do the same, and make the hot version. While the sauce simmered, I dashed to the freezer, and pulled out a bag of wings. "How do they want them? Hot, Medium, mild?" I asked. "2 of each," the cook said, after quickly consulting the order slip. I quickly prepped the wings to be deep-fried, and dropped them in a fryer basket, and started them frying. Then got the plates, blue cheese dressing, carrots and celery sticks, and set up 6 plates. The wings were finished at that point, so I hung them to dry, and poured some sauce into the jug used to shake the wings in, to coat them with sauce. I shook up 2 orders, and plated them, then added some more spices to the sauce, simmered it a moment, then dumped more sauce into the jug, coated 2 more orders and plated them. Then repeated the process to finish up with the 2 orders for hot wings. Just as I finished, Sophie dashed in, and was happy to see all 6 orders were ready. She put them on her tray, and headed off to serve them. "What in bloody Hell did you use to make that wing sauce?" the cook, who was walking past me asked, when he saw the ingredients I had out. "Ummm.... my own recipe... back home everyone says it's closest to the Anchor Bar's!" I said. "What's the Anchor Bar?" he asked. "That's the bar in Buffalo, New York, where they first made Buffalo wings," I said. "Hmmm...." the cook said, looking dubiously at the ingredients. He swiped his finger through the sauce on the side of the pan and licked it. His eyes flew open, he coughed, and gasped, "Bloody Hell man! Those are HOT!" "Isn't it divine?" Andy asked, grinning. He'd gotten used to eating hot Buffalo wings, whenever I made them at home, and loved my sauce. The cook looked back and forth between us, as he reached for a glass, filled it with water and downed it. "Is that how they eat them in America?" he gasped. "Must be!" Sophie said. She'd just returned to the kitchen with another order. "Those Americans said they were the best they ever had! They were shocked that we Brits could make such fantastic wings!" "Well... I guess you'll have to give me the recipe then," The cook said. Then he added hopefully, "If you're willing to share it of course!" "Sure!" I said, grinning "Then I'll be able to get wings like I'm home, without having to make them myself!" "That'll have to wait til later," Sophie said. "I have a large order, and Ursula will be here with another momentarily!" "Two more orders of Wings John - medium this time!" Evan called. "And Andy, I need 4 orders of doughed bangers please! Lyle, I'll handle the bangers and mashed, if you can do a couple shepherd's pies?" With that, we all went back to work cooking. As I made the new orders of wings, I also mixed more wing sauce, of all three levels of heat, and filled separate supply bottles with it, so we didn't run out. As I was finishing up the wings, George walked into the kitchen. "Oh fer Christ's sake John! What're yer doin' now mate? Yer were supposed to be playing again ten minutes ago!" he gasped. "By the way, yer wings seem very popular!" I chuckled and said, "OK - I'm done out here. Lyle! I mixed up some big jugs of the wing sauce, all three levels of heat, so you don't run out. I'll give you the recipe later. I have to go play some more now!" "Thanks John!" Lyle, called. "I hope people start ordering more wings. I'm nearly out of some other things!" I left the kitchen then, and made my way back to our table and the stage. As I passed the American couple, they stopped me and the woman said "we just had the Buffalo wings, and they were the best we've ever had! When we told the waitress, she laughed and said that you were out in the kitchen making the sauce, and that you're from America. I guess that explains why the wings were so good! Where in the States are you from?" "Well thanks about the wings, and I'm from Asbury Park. Where are you from?" I asked. "And I thought you'd be from Buffalo!" The man said. "Those wings taste just like the ones at the Anchor Bar!" I chuckled and said, "I have 'connections'! Someone I know used to work there, and gave me a list of the main ingredients in their sauce, and I played around with the measures, and added a few things, and this is what I came up with! So, are you from around Buffalo?" "Yes! Amherst!" the man said. "What brings you to London?" I asked. "Business trip," the man said. "I'm Jim Fields, and this is my associate, Amy VanAllen. We just finished up a week of meetings, and are enjoying a couple of days here before we fly home." "And you're eating American food, and drinking American drinks?" I asked, looking a little critically at them. They both looked a little surprised, but then, both blushed a bit. "To tell you the truth, I hadn't really thought about it that way," Amy said. "Maybe we should try some British cuisine!" "I expect you'd very much like the 'doughed bangers'", I said. "And the Shepherd's pie is quite good as well... washed down with a local ale!" "Well, maybe we should try those then!" Jim said. "Thanks the recommendation, and for nudging us to be adventurous!" "You're very welcome! I've got to go sing again now," I said. "Any requests?" "Sweet Caroline?" Jim asked. I looked at him and furrowed my brow, and just started critically at him.. "OH! Um.... 'Danny Boy' maybe?" he asked, blushing a bit. "Well... at least you're on the right side of the ocean now!" I said, and I chuckled. I stopped by our table to see if Niles and Margaret were doing OK, and they were happily noshing on some a plate of wings, and were deep in conversation. "Did you make these?" Niles asked. "They taste just like yours'!" "Yup - the kitchen needed help!" I said, grinning. "I wish they'd always make them this way!" Margaret said. "They're wonderful John!" I chuckled and thanked her, and said, "I think maybe they'll be switching over to using my recipe from now on!" They both grinned, and I turned and stepped back onto stage. "Sorry for the delay folks, but things were backed up in the kitchen, and I had to help out!" I said. "I highly recommend anything on the menu, but, I did just mix up a new batch of authentic American Buffalo Wing sauce - mild, medium, or hot... so if you'd like to know what the original wings from the Anchor Bar in Buffalo, New York taste like, give 'em a try, and let the waitress know how you like them! Meanwhile, I have a request from my new American friends for 'Sweet Caroline'! Feel free to join in!" As I was about to start singing and playing, I noticed several hands go up to call Sophie or Ursula over. Sophie paused just long enough to give me a pointed look. I chuckled, and she broke into a grin and laughed and hustled over to the nearest table seeking her assistance, while I began to sing. As it turned out, 'Sweet Caroline' was popular among the Brits as well as the Americans! Many of the customers joined in. I followed up with 'Danny Boy', then did a Beatle's song, then loudly called over the Mic for Andy to come join me for a couple songs if he could hear me. He did, and joined me, and we sang a duet, and he played a couple solo bagpipe songs that melded together. He returned to the kitchen then, as I continued my set. When my set was over, Jim and Amy hailed me, so I stepped over to them, and they said they just wanted to thank me for the recommendation. They'd really enjoyed the 'doughed bangers', and the waitress had told them they had gotten the last order! I said I was glad they had managed to get some, and that they had enjoyed them! I noticed Niles and Margaret needed drinks, so I went up to the bar and asked George for three more pints. He looked tired, but happy. "I can't believe how good business has been this evening!" he said. "We're almost out of most food though!" I chuckled and took our pints and re-joined Niles and Margaret, and we had a nice visit. They seemed to both be very comfortable and relaxed. At one point, Margaret excused herself to go to the loo, so I asked Niles how things were going. He grinned, and said, "We had a long talk, and she knows I won't pressure her at all, so she seems much more at ease, and still seems to like me, and want to be with me, so.... I'm happy!" "That's great Niles!" I said. "Just take it slow, and it'll all work out!" "That's what I intend to do!" he said. Margaret returned a few minutes later, and the three of us visited a bit longer, then I played my last set. By the time I'd finished playing, some of the tables had emptied out. When I finished, Niles and Margaret got up, and said good-night, and left. Then, the American couple got up, and stepped over to thank me for a wonderful evening, and then asked if there was anything I recommended they do over the next two days, before they had to leave. I thought about it, and suggested they spend the next day seeing the important sites in London - the Tower, Westminster Abbey, etc., then if they had a car, which they said they did, to drive out and see Stonehenge, and soak up the beauty of the British countryside. They thought that sounded great, and thanked me and left. Just then, Andy and Evan reappeared from the kitchen. "Lyle thanked us for our help, and dismissed us," Evan said. "However he wants your sauce recipe yet!" Andy said. I grinned and told them to go grab pints for themselves, and one for me, and to bring a pen and pad of paper too. When they returned, the three of us sat and drank our beer, and I wrote out the wing sauce recipe for Lyle. When we had finished our beer, Andy and I packed up our instruments. I took a moment to go see Lyle and give him the recipe. He thanked me profusely, and added that he'd tried the medium version, and liked it very much! He said he'd be making my recipe from then on, and would keep it a secret, and he planned to bill them on the menu as 'John Wilder's Authentic American Buffalo Wings'! I laughed and told him I'd like that! I went and gathered up Andy, Evan, and our stuff then, and we left and went back to the house for the evening. * * * "You're later than usual," Jacob said, when the three of us walked in the back door. "Is everything OK?" "Yup, is everything OK here?" I asked. "Fine!" Jacob said. "I was just wondering where you were." We told him then about how crowded the pub was, and how we'd ended up tending bar, and helping in the kitchen too. "So, what's everyone think of make your own pizza for supper?" I asked. They all thought that was a good idea, so I pulled out all the ingredients, and we all made our own personal size pan pizzas, and baked them. Those with a couple bottles of beer were delicious. After we'd cleaned up the kitchen, and I'd let Jack out to pee, and Andy had changed Austin, we poured glasses of brandy and sat down in the living room for a few minutes. Of course, it wasn't long at all before we could each tell that all the others were horny. "So, can we just go upstairs already?" Jacob gasped finally. We all laughed, drained our glasses, and then headed upstairs. When we got there, I checked Austin, who was sleeping soundly yet. When I turned around, I was a little surprised to see both Evan and Jacob were already completely naked, and Jacob had just squatted down in front of Evan and had begun sucking on his, already fully stiff dick! "You guys didn't lose any time!" I said, smirking. With that, Andy who'd just finished pulling off his boxers, stepped over to me, and began opening my belt, turning my smirk into a full-fledged grin. Within seconds, Andy had opened my pants, and yanked them and my boxers down to my ankles, and squatted down and begun sucking on me as well. "Mmmmmm!" I moaned happily, my grin fading into a happy smile. I began pulling my sweatshirt up over my head, and tossed it to the floor, forgetting Jack was lying in front of the crib. It landed on his butt, and he looked up at me questioningly, but then snorted and just laid back down, not trying to move it off him. Only about two minutes had gone by since we entered the room, but already Evan began gasping, and moaning, and as I looked over at him, he gave a huge gasp, and groan, and his body jerked, and I could see he was already blowing a load of hot jism down Jacob's throat, as Jacob thirstily sucked away on him, rubbing his ass cheeks with the palms of both hands. "Ohhh!!!" Evan gasped, his eyes rolling up in their sockets, as he spasmed passionately again. Andy continued sucking away on me, and that, coupled with watching Evan having so much fun, I already felt my own orgasm starting to form as well. "Mmmmmm!!!!" Evan moaned happily, the left corner of his mouth turning upward into a crooked smile, as he placed both hands on the back of Jacob's head, and began gently skull fucking him, while Jacob slurped away on him yet. Shortly, Evan's orgasm ended, and grinning, he gave a shudder, and released Jacob's head. Jacob slid off his cock, sucking it dry, sat back on his heals, and smiled happily, with wet lips, up at Evan, who smiled down at him, and reached back out and lovingly rubbed his head. A few seconds later, both of them had focused on me, as I'd begun gasping and moaning a bit myself, as my own climax began to quickly approach. Smiling they both stepped over to us, and as Andy continued sucking my cock and fondling my balls, Jacob reached for my ass and began rubbing it, and playfully, Evan began flicking at my right nipple. That's all it took. Within seconds, I was writhing on my feet, as I tried to hold back as long as possible, but, all too soon, I couldn't take it anymore, and with a sharp cry, I blew a huge load of semen into Andy's mouth. He quickly swallowed it, as he continued sliding up and down my dick, and Jacob and Evan continued playing with me. "Fuuuccck!" I gasped, cumming again a split second later. For several seconds, as the guys continued working on me, I continued spastically jerking and joyously exploding, blowing more and more cum down Andy's throat, until finally, my orgasm faded. As it did, Andy continued slowly sucking up and down on me, but Jacob and Evan finally stopped fondling me. "Ohhh!" I shuddered, as one last involuntary spasm of pleasure shook me, and I oozed a bit more sperm into Andy's waiting mouth. "Damn Dudes!" I gasped, grinning. "That was mighty fine!" Everyone couldn't help snickering. A moment later, Evan yawned, and then Jacob did too. I myself felt tired, but I wanted to make sure Andy and Jacob had a good time as well. I realized though that none of us were up for any big workout. I looked at Jacob, who was looking hungrily at Evan, and said, "So... maybe you two want to go across the hall and finish whatever you have in mind, then turn in?" "Would you mind?" Jacob asked, as Evan looked at me a little surprised, but in a happy way. "Sure! I know Andy and I are beat, and can see you guys are too. Go have a good time, and snuggle up together and sleep well!" I said. Both of them grinned at me, and wished us a "Good-night" and left our room. A second later, Jacob's door closed softly. "Well!" Andy said. "I'm surprised we didn't end up doing more together, but, you are right, I'm rather tired." I smiled and said, "Well, let me take care of you, then we can settle in for a good rest too!" "That sounds wonderful!" Andy smiled. I finished pulling my pants and boxers, which were still around my ankles off, and, grinning, stepped over to Andy, and pushed him down on the bed, then knelt on the floor, between his legs, and proceeded to give him a blow job, as he lay happily whimpering with pleasure. Soon enough, I had him thrashing and moaning passionately, and shortly after that, he went stiff, gasped, and cried out sharply, as I felt a long glob of cum rocket into the back of my throat. "Ohhh!!!" Andy gasped again, a second later, and his head snapped back and up a bit, as he dumped another load into my mouth. Quickly I swallowed again. A few more times, Andy spasmed joyously, sending still more spunk down my gullet, until finally, his body relaxed, and he oozed one last bit of goodness from his piss slit. I sucked up and down on him a bit longer, then finally sucked his penis dry, as I pulled off him. "That was brilliant John!" Andy said, grinning at me. I chuckled, and got up, and as he scootched back on to the bed, I walked around and joined him. We snuggled together, and pulled the covers up over us, and I turned off the light. Two minutes later, as we were relishing lying in each other's arms, of course Austin woke up and began to squawk! I turned on the light again, and Andy snickered as I got up and stepped over to Austin's crib. He was wet and hungry, so first I changed him, then I fed him a bottle, and when he'd finished it, I sang The Stones' "She's a Rainbow" to him, and in a couple minutes he was sleeping again, so I put him back in his crib. Of course, then Jack was looking at me with his, "I gotta go" look, so I took him down and let him out to pee. While we were downstairs, Andy quickly got up and used the bathroom. He was just emerging as Jack and I returned upstairs, so as Jack padded into our room, and resumed his position in front of the crib, I dashed into the bathroom, and peed, and brushed my teeth as well. A minute later, Andy and I finally laid down and snuggled up to one another again. I turned out the light, and we both fell fast asleep within minutes. Thankfully, Austin slept through the night, and we all got a good night's sleep. The next morning, we all slept a little late, and then had a big brunch together, before Evan had to leave to go to work at the cinema. After Evan had gone, I asked Jacob, "So what'd you two get up to?" "Well, I don't like to kiss and tell, but, damn does that guy know how to give a prostate massage, and swallow an entire dick at the same time! He got me off in only a couple minutes, then we slept together the rest of the night," Jacob said. "It was quite wonderful!" "Glad you had a good time!" I said. "Hope you helped him out equally as well!" "Of course!" Jacob grinned, oddly a little shyly. "Is there more to it between you two, than just friendship and good sex?" I asked. "No!" Jacob said. "But, if I can't have Harry, he makes another good substitute in bed," Jacob said, smiling. "Besides, he's kind of like another big brother, like you two!" Andy and I both grinned at him. * * * Finally, Sunday rolled around! The day I was to become a dual citizen! I honestly think Andy was more excited about it than I was! I slept in Sunday morning, but Andy was up bright and early, taking care of Austin and Jack, and by the time I got up, he'd cooked up a very nice brunch, which we'd all shared together. Then, we showered and got dressed. I put on a suit, and was surprised that both Andy and Jacob did as well. Unfortunately, Austin had outgrown the little suit I'd bought him when he was first born, but he had a nice little sweat suit type outfit that we put him in. Finally, we all set off for my citizenship ceremony. When we arrived, I was surprised to find Evan was there, waiting outside the building for us! "I'm so happy you came!" I cried, grinning, when we walked up to him. "Well it isn't everyday, one of my best mates becomes a fellow Brit!" Evan cried. "I had to be here to witness that!" "Well, I'm really glad you're here!" I said, still grinning. "Come along you blokes!" Andy cried. "We want to get good seats!" Laughing, we all entered the building, and were told by a receptionist where to go. I had to join the others being sworn in, up on a large dais. Fortunately, Andy, Jacob, Austin, and Evan were able to get seats in the second row, right in front of the side of the dais I was sitting on. The ceremony was quite nice. The lady who I'd seen earlier in the week emceed it. There were a couple of short opening speeches by some dignitaries from the City of London, and then we were sworn in. There were 31 other people, besides myself, who were being sworn in as citizens that day. I was the only one being sworn in as a dual citizen of the UK who was also retaining my citizenship in my home country as well though. As such, I was singled out, and had to swear a slightly different oath, than the other 31 new UK citizens swore. After we'd all taken our oath, and been given certificates of citizenship, and little Union Jack flags, a local school band played, and we all sang the British National Anthem - "God Save the Queen". After that, the emcee announced, in a rather excited tone, that before we concluded the ceremony, a special guest would be welcoming us to the UK, with a few remarks. My jaw dropped when Lord Justin Pemberly stepped out from behind a closed door off to the side. Andy's head snapped in my direction, and he looked at me with huge eyes. Thankfully Jacob and Evan were too busy grinning and watching Lord Pemberly approach the podium, so they didn't see the look on my face. I have no idea what the man said when he spoke, as all I could do was stare at the back of his head, nervous as Hell about what might happen once he stopped speaking, and the ceremony ended. The only thing I did notice was that, while he tried to force himself to look around at all those gathered, his gaze kept returning to Jacob, who was all smiles. When Lord Pemberly finished his speech, everyone applauded, and Lord Pemberly stepped aside, and waited while the emcee told everyone that that concluded our ceremony, but that there was a small reception in the adjacent room, where light refreshments would be provided, and that Lord Pemberly would be staying, so that he could congratulate all of the new British citizens, and greet everyone. As, I again felt a waive of panic pass over me, I looked at Lord Pemberly, and he glanced directly at me. Almost imperceptibly, he nodded at me. I returned his nod, equally as imperceptibly. He exited through the door he'd entered from. "Congratulations John!" Jacob said, and I realized the guys has all stepped over to me, and that the other new citizens had either joined, or been joined by, their families and friends as well. "Thanks Jake!" I said, smiling, and pulled him into a hug. "I can't believe Lord Justice is here!" Jacob cried. "Do you think he'll remember us?" "Well.... maybe.... I guess we'll see," I said. Once Jacob and I parted, Evan moved in for a hug and congratulated me as well. Then, finally, Andy handed Austin off to Jacob, and he moved in for a hug too. "What do you think is going to happen?" he whispered in my ear. "I have no clue!" I whispered back. I separated myself from Andy then, and smiling, said, "OK - let's go join the party!" We followed others who were going into the next room then. It was a large room. There were some long tables set up at the backside of the room. One had various drinks... water, soft drinks, some juices, coffee, tea. Another held trays of various pastries and cookies. A third was covered with crackers and cheeses on one end, and fresh fruits on the other end. Scattered about the room in front of them were several tall, pub tables people could stand at. Each was covered with white linen table cloths, and there were little bouquets of red, white, and blue flowers in the middle of them. On the surrounding walls hung several large Union Jacks. People were gathering around the pub tables to set their drinks and snacks on. Off to the side, a small group of Asian people were surrounding Lord Pemberly, who was talking animatedly to them. I noticed that he kept looking about the room though, and once he spied our group, his eyes sought out Jacob, who was on his way to the pastry table. I led the rest of us along after Jacob. We each got a small plate with a few cookies and pastries on them, and then a drink to go with it, and found a pub table that was empty, and nabbed it while we could. "So, how does it feel to be a Brit now?" Evan asked. "Funny you ask," I said. "Honestly.... just after I swore my oath, as we were singing the anthem... I suddenly felt like a traitor to my country... the U.S.! I mean there's nothing wrong with being British, and dual citizenship is what I wanted, but now that it's happened, it just feels kind of weird, not to be just an American!" "Well," Jacob said, his voice thick from just swallowing a bite of scone topped with clotted cream. "You really didn't give up anything - you're still just as American as you were before. Just now - you're British as well!" I thought a moment, and smiled, and said, "Thanks for putting it that way Jacob! I actually do feel better about it now!" He grinned, and so did Evan and Andy. "So, you're our new dual citizen!" I suddenly heard a familiar man's voice say, behind me. "Congratulations on becoming a citizen of the U.K., as well as your home country!" I spun around, and found myself face-to-face with Lord Justin Pemberly, who was smiling warmly at me. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next chapter in this series will be published as soon as possible... 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