Date: Wed, 7 Sep 2005 19:40:04 -0700 (PDT) From: Thomas Gaige Subject: My Step-Brother Jacob - Chapter 83 DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of sexual activities between teenage boys. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this 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 83 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Mmmmmmm..." Julian moaned softly in his sleep, as he rolled over from his back, onto his left side, so that he was leaning up against Boner's body. "Fuck!" Boner thought, as he felt Julian's hardon press up against him for the second time that night since they'd climbed into the bed they shared in their room over the Bell & Crown. Boner had been lying awake yet, trying unsuccessufully to fall asleep. Julian on the other hand had fallen asleep early on, and from what Boner could tell, he was having really good dreams! It wasn't so much that Boner actually minded feeling Julian's erection pressing against him. Afterall...Julian was asleep, and didn't know what he was doing. It could easily have been Boner who was humping up against Julian, pressing his own hardon into him! Besides that...they both were wearing their boxers. The problem was, that Boner missed his girlfriend Cindy, and was horny as hell, because he was used to making love to Cindy all the time now. Feeling Julian's stiff dick pushing into him, only made him think of all the times he was with Cindy, and they were having sex. As a result...as soon at Boner felt Julian's erection rub up against him...his own dick began to expand. "Fuck!" Boner whispered under his breath to himself a moment later, as he felt his penis reaching its fullest hardness! Boner turned onto his side, facing away from Julian, but that only made matters worse, because almost immediately, the blond boy had leaned closer to Boner, draping an arm over the trunk of his body, almost hugging him. Then, he'd begun to rub the underside of his engorged cock up and down along the groove of Boner's ass! The feeling of Julian's hardon rubbing up and down the outter edges of the crack of his ass awakened a feeling in Boner, that he hadn't felt for several years. Not since the time he and Sal Frizoni had last "experimented" sexually with each other a little. At that time, during a sleepover at Sal's house, each had rubbed their erect dicks up and down each other's ass cracks once, both becoming overly excited to the point that, after a few careful strokes, they'd both blown their loads! Suddenly, at feeling Julian's erection rubbing up and down the groove of his ass, Boner recalled how Sal's dick felt, gliding up and down his ass! Immediately, his stiff dick began leaking pre-cum. "Fuck!" Boner groaned, and he roughly pushed backward against Julian, hard enough to awaken him. Julian rolled onto his back. Not being fully awake, he rolled onto his other side away from Boner, and in a moment was fast asleep again. Boner rolled miserably back onto his back. In the moonlight shining in the partially open window, he looked down at the tent his erection was making under the blankets. "Fuck!" Boner exclaimed, under his breath. A moment late, Boner pushed the covers down, exposing his boxer-clad body to the cool night air. This didn't cause his erection to wither. "Fuck!" Boner exclaimed, hooking his left thumb under the waistband of his boxers, and pushing them down, exposing his genitals. Boner grasped his hardon in his right hand then, and began pumping up and down it. He was so horny, he didn't bother to reach for his lube. Boner's hand flew up and down his engorged organ for a minute. As it did, Boner felt increasingly better. Suddenly he grasped his balls with his left hand and squeezed them, then, letting out a gasp, a stream of thick white fluid shot out the end of his dick, landing in a streak across his chest, as he closed his eyes and moaned with pleasure. "OOohhh!" Boner exclaimed softly, as a second load of cum shot out of him, landing next to the first one on his chest. "Mmmmmmm!!!" Boner moaned, as a third glob of semen erupted out of his dick, landing on his stomach. Boner contined pumping his cock, moaning softly a few more times, as he ejaculated a few more loads of sperm. Eventually, Boner's orgasm ended. He stopped pumping his dick, and released it. He lay still a moment, as the cum on him torso and belly began to feel cold. Then, he reached over and withdrew a few Kleenexes from the box on the small table next to the bed. He wiped himself clean and shoved the cum-soaked tissues under the bed. Then, he rolled onto his stomach and lay quietly, feeling more relaxed than he had earlier. Soon he too was asleep. * * * Julian never woke up as Boner masturbated. He sleeping deeply, having a good dream. Someone was in bed with him, and their hand was reaching over him, masturbating him as he slept. He couldn't see who it was, as he had his back to the person. He didn't really care though, because all he knew was that what the person was doing, felt great! "MMMmmmm" Julian moaned in his sleep, as he began humping the bed. "OHHHh!" Julian gasped a moment later, waking up, just as he felt a load of cum rocketing out his dick, coating the insides of his boxers, as he humped the mattress beneath him. "Fuck!" he exclaimed, sounding a little disgusted, as he spasmed again, again filling his underwear with semen. Quickly, Julian glanced to his right. He was thankful to see Boner, laying, facing away from him, snoring. He REALLY didn't want the other boy to witness him having a wet dream! A last moan erupted rather involuntarily from Julian's throat, as the orgasm produced by his wet dream ended, his body shuddering one last time, and emitting a final ooze of cum into his boxers. "Fuck!" Julian muttered to himself. The Kleenex box was on Boner's side of the bed, so he either had to get up, or reach over Boner to get it. Not wanting to disturb Boner and wake him, Julian decided to forget about cleaning up, and laid still in his puddle of wetness, waiting for sleep to overtake him again, hoping that in the morning, he could hide the evidence of his nocturnal emission from his friend when the got out of bed. Eventually he fell back asleep. In the morning, both boys were so bleary eyed when they woke up, that if there was any way to tell from looking at Julian, that he'd had a wet dream the night before, Boner missed it. For this, Julian was thankful. * * * As Evan's dad Arthur cleaned through the boys' rooms later after they'd left for the day, he smirked when first he saw a cum stain on the bottom sheet on Julian's side of the bed, then again when he came across the wad of Kleenex Boner had tossed under his side of the bed, that was still damp with his cum. As Arthur tossed the product of Boner's late night masturbatory session into the trash he smiled to himself, remembering what it had been like to be as young as the boys who were friends of his son's friends. * * * As we sat eating breakfast the next morning, the guys asked me if we were going to go rent some equipment so we could rehearse a little together. I told them that was what I'd planned on for the day. They all grinned. I asked Elizabeth then if we could set up in the garage and play for a while. She thought that wouldn't be a problem, as long as we waited to play until after she'd napped. She thought the only person who might mind would be Mr. Walsh, and asked that we be considerate of him and keep the volume down. While we were eating the phone rang. Jacob answered it and returned a moment later saying it was Grandma. "Yes!" John said, leaping up to go talk with her. Scott smiled, and jumped up as well. I decided I'd best go talk to her once myself too. Besides, I wanted to speak with her about the twins' bedtime. By the time I got to the phone John was exclaiming with horror "You were in an accident?" "WHAT???" Scott and I both shouted. John swatted the air to shut us up. "Uh huh... OH MY GOD!!!!" he said. "What???" we both hissed. Again John swatted the air. "And then what happened?" he asked. "OH MY GODDDD!!!! It went over the edge of the cliff????" he said, his eyes as round as saucers. "WHAT??????" Scott and I both literally yelled. "SHE'S OK!" John said, realizing we were both scared for Grandma's safety. "They were having a great time, so when it was time for the bus to bring them home, they decided to stay a few more days, and rent a car to come home in. They took a drive the last day. Aunt Hazel was driving and forgot to put the car in park or set the brake when they got out to take some pictures and it rolled over the edge of a cliff!" "Holy Shit!" I exclaimed. "Exactly!" Scott said. We all stood quietly as John listened some more. Then he told her he was glad everything was OK, and that he loved her. He handed the phone to Scott then, who apparently she decided to repeat the story for. "Where were they?" I asked John. "At some scenic lookout!" John said. "I don't know why, but Aunt Hazel insisted on doing some of the driving on some of their day trips. So they stopped at a lookout to take a picture of the view and Aunt Hazel forgot to put the car in park and didn't set the brake either. They left it running so the A/C would keep going. It's hot there. So then... they're looking at the view snapping pictures when they hear a crash and look behind them and see the car driving through the wooden fence, and over the edge it went! It was like a movie! It went end over end and blew up when it hit the bottom!" "HOLY SHIT!" I exclaimed. All the guys had come up behind us when they heard us exclaiming earlier. They all exclaimed then too. "Are the ladies alright?" Elizabeth asked, concerned. "Physically they're fine, but poor Aunt Hazel's pretty shaken up I guess," John said. "Good grief! That woman needs to stop driving!" I said. "She's going to!" Scott said, holding the phone out to me. "Here Grandma wants to talk to you now John." I took the phone and put it to my ear. "OK, it's me now. Are you REALLY OK???" I queried. I was relieved to hear Grandma chuckling softly on the other end of the line. "I'm fine John! Hazel's fine too, although she's very upset of course," Grandma said. "Where are you now anyway?" I asked. "We're home again. The day after the accident, I rented another car and drove us home," Grandma said. "Good! And, Thank God nobody got hurt!" I said. "Yes, it would've been awful if anyone had been standing in front of the car when it started rolling. Hazel has vowed she'll never drive again!" Grandma said. "I think that's wise!" I said. "I agree," Grandma said, with another slight chuckle. "Well... how are you otherwise? Are you feeling well?" I asked. "Oh I'm fine. A little tired by evening but the heat is fierce! It really saps anyone's strength," she said. "Well, you need to stay inside in the airconditioning," I said. "Oh I am," Grandma said. "I only go out in the evening and sit on the porch a little after it's cooled down." "OK then," I said. "Stop worrying about me so much John! I'm absolutely fine!" she said. "If you're sure! You know you can talk to me if there's ever any problems," I said. "I know that, and I appreciate it. Nothing's wrong though," she said. "Good! Now... I wanted to talk to you about the twins. They mentioned a problem with their bedtime," I said. "They did, did they?" Grandma said, sounding curious. "Yeah. Obviously you're aware they feel they should be allowed to stay up longer. So... I came up with a bit of a compromise, that I told them I'd ask you about," I said. "OK, let's hear it," she said. I told her then of my plan for them to be ready for bed by 10:00, and in their room, and then lights out by 11:00. Of course once school started it would revert back to lights out by 10:00. I told her they'd promised to abide by that rule, if she allowed it, and that I'd deal with them if they didn't. Grandma chuckled again and said, "I guess that'd be OK. Tell them we'll give it a try when they get home. And thank you for coming up with a solution we can all be happy with." "Cool," I said, giving the twins, who were still hovering nearby, the thumbs-up! They both grinned and high-fived each other. Grandma and I talked a few minutes more, as she gave me a little news from the neighborhood, then I said good-bye and passed the phone to Elizabeth, who was waiting to talk to Grandma a few minutes. We went back to the kitchen and finished our breakfast. * * * When we were finished eating, the guys and I took off for a music store I used. We left Jacob, Harry, and the twins home with orders to mow and rake the lawn, which was starting to get out of control. A few minutes later we were at "Rock'n'Roll Heaven". The clerk was pleased when he heard we needed to rent some instruments. We actually only needed a Bass guitar for Boner, a keyboard for Craig, and a sax for Pete. Mitchell could use my drums, and Jacob had said Julian could borrow his guitar. It didn't take long before we were outfitted with everything we needed, and we were on our way home. Jacob, Harry, and the twins were skateboarding in the street when we arrived. They'd cut and raked the lawn and even edged it and swept the driveway and walks. They all came out back to the garage to watch us set up. First we had to back Elizabeth's car, and Andy's Anglia out of the garage. With them in the driveway, and my car, and the guy's rental cars, the driveway was completely filled with cars. We swept the garage out then, and then went in and got my drum set. It didn't take too long before we had things set up. "Now all we have to do is wait for Elizabeth to wake up," I said, smiling. Elizabeth usually slept until 2:00 at the latest. It was only 11:30, so we decided to skateboard a little with the boys, then have a late lunch, and by then, she'd probably be up. We spent about an hour skating in the street, each trying to outdo the others' tricks. Then we broke for lunch of grilled sausages on rolls, crisps, as potato chips are called in England, and bottles of ale. Just as we were finishing up, Elizabeth came downstairs. I grilled her a sausage, then as I cleaned up, the guys all sat with her, as she ate. I couldn't help but notice that she was again sitting next to Boner. Boner gave me a look that told me he'd noticed too. From my vantage point, I saw her eyes surreptitiously glance down at his crotch now and then. She also seemed to be looking inside his shirt, which hung open loosely, exposing the left side of his chest. I had to admit, as I glanced over, that Boner did have a beautiful chest. He had firm pectoral muscles, with pert nipples centered in each. His skin, which was deeply tanned, was smooth and soft looking, although there was a light coating of hair on it. I could tell that Elizabeth was feeling arroused as she sat eating. I couldn't blame her. After checking out Boner's pecs, I had a semi going myself! By the time I'd finished the few dishes we had made, Elizabeth had finished eating, and quickly excused herself to go upstairs and take a shower. The guys waited for me to pull some food out of the freezer to thaw for our supper. Then, finally, we were ready to go play. "Shit, I forgot to get some guitar picks," Boner said, when we got out to the garage. "You got any horse?" "Only what I'm using. I got more up in our room though. Hang on, I'll go get 'em," I said. I was busy trying to help Mitchell adjust my drums. "I can run and get them. Where are they?" Boner said. "Top drawer of our dresser. There's a small tupperware container full. Just grab the whole container," I said. Boner bounded into the house then and headed upstairs. * * * Boner opened the top drawer of my dresser and groaned "Aw fuck!" I'd forgotten to tell him it was also where Andy and I kept our "toys"! He stared for a moment at Andy's rather large dildo. "Son of a bitch that's big!" he muttered. "Fuck! That'd rip the hell out of my hole if anyone tried to put it up there! Wonder which one of them uses it?" Unable to help himself, he reached into the drawer and gingerly picked it up, at the base. He looked closely at it and was thankful it looked clean. He took a quick whiff, and it smelled like soap. The dildo was the battery operated variety. Curious, Boner turned it on. "Kinda noisy," Boner muttered. He stared at it for a moment, then grinning to himself, he held it down to his crotch, pressing it up against his dick. Instantly, his dick began to harden. Boner snickered a moment, enjoying the feeling the vibrator was giving him. Engrossed in what he was doing, Boner failed to notice Elizabeth, who, on her way to the bathroom to take her shower, wearing only her house coat, had paused in the doorway to observe what he was doing. As she watched the young man pleasuring himself with the vibrating dildo, Elizabeth felt her juices instantly beginning to dampen her crotch. Oh how she wanted to help him with his problem! Boner shifted the dildo's position slightly and it vibrated under his balls. "Oh!" he said, with a surprised sound of delight, as his face contorted with pleasure and he suddenly bent a little forward, as a pleasant sensation shot through him. Elizabeth who was startled by Boner's exclamation, gasped slightly. Boner's head whirled to the right. He was horrified to see Elizabeth standing in the doorway in just her house coat, the top of which was open enough to expose her left breast, which was enormous because of her pregnancy. At the site of her breast, Boner felt his dick throb. "Uhhh...." he croaked, turning scarlet, and quickly pulling Andy's dildo from his crotch. "Uh... i-it's not what you th-think Mrs. Wilder," Boner stammered, quickly shutting off the dildo and tossing it in the drawer. He prayed she couldn't tell he had a hardon, but when he saw her eyes get bigger when she glanced at his crotch, he knew she'd definitely noticed. Elizabeth herself had frozen, and blushed deeply. Her snatch was literally dripping now, and she hoped Boner couldn't smell her juices, as she herself could. The two stood staring at each other, both in extreme states of sexual arrousal, yet both mortified to have been seen by each other in that way. "I-I just came to get some guitar picks..." Boner said, quickly picking up the container of picks in the drawer. Elizabeth suddenly snorted and started to laugh. Boner turned even redder and looked more mortified. "I'm sorry," Elizabeth said. "I just got this picture in my mind of you picking your guitar with Andy's 'toy'!" Boner couldn't help but smile a little then. "Um... that would be funny," he admitted. The redness in his face remained though with the knowledge that Elizabeth had seen him holding the vibrator to his genitals. "I'm sorry to have walked in on you," Elizabeth said, cognisant of his extreme embarrassment. "I guess you didn't realize I was upstairs." "No maam," Boner, muttered, blushing deeper again. "What you were doing is alright. I've seen Jacob do the same thing!" Elizabeth said. "Please don't tell anyone I told you that, especially Jacob, and I won't tell anyone I saw you doing it either." The look of relief was obvious on Boner's face, as he meekly said, "Thanks." Boner grabbed my container of picks and turned then and stepped to the door. As he did, Elizabeth's eyes traveled down to the bulge in his pants. Noticing she was checking him out again caused Boner's erection to flex. It suddenly bulged a bit larger for a second or two, before returning to its normal erect estate. He also noticed that Elizabeth must not have realized her house coat was hanging open as much as it was, as she hadn't made an effort to close the top of it any snugger. He had a direct view of her right breast. And he was certain he smelled the unmistakeable scent of a woman's vaginal juices. Boner felt his dick flex violently again, and he started to worry that he was going to cream his boxers. Elizabeth suddenly must've become aware of her own exposure, as she quickly pulled her house coat shut tighter. As Boner looked up at Elizabeth's face, and their eyes met, he realized she'd caught him looking at her breast. She realized though that he'd seen her checking his bulging crotch as well. The two stood facing each other for a minute, both very embarrased, but both also obviously very aroused, and both aware that the other was as well. Boner couldn't get the vision of Elizabeth's exposed breast out of his mind. The smell of her juicing pussy was driving him insane too, just like Cindy's always did. Elizabeth was extremely embarrassed as well. Sensing Boner's heightened sexual arrousal, and seeing the throbbing bulge in his jeans made her long for her dead husband. If it had been him standing there, she'd have reached out and grasped and massaged his genitals. The two stood contemplating each other a moment, each lost in their own sexual fantasy. Then Boner turned sideways and said "Excuse me", and attempted to side step past her. As he did, she tried to get out of his way, but she inadvertently leaned slightly foreward. As Boner moved by her, his hardon brushed against Elizabeth's thigh, causing an electral sensation to shoot through both of them. Suddenly, Elizabeth wanted nothing more that to reach out and grab Boner's erection. And Boner wanted her to do just that. In fact, he wanted to bury his hardon in her dripping pussy. Silently they gazed into each other's eyes. Each was shocked to see their mutual desire for each other. As they stood looking at one another though, they both also saw in each other's eyes, the realization that they could never do anything to satisfy their unspoken desires. Quickly Boner mumbled an apology and brushed the rest of the way past Elizabeth and ran down the stairs. As he reached the bottom of the stairway, he stopped and hung from the bannister for a moment and heaved a sigh of relief. Upstairs, Elizabeth relaxed as well. As Elizabeth stood looking into our room, she realized the dresser door was open. She stepped into the room to shut it. Looking down, she saw Andy's dildo. She stared at it for a moment. It reminded her of Alan's penis, only it was slightly larger than Alan had been. As she stood looking down at it, her crotch watered more with desire. Quickly, she reached into the drawer, extracted the dildo from it, and moved quickly out of our room and into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Downstairs, Boner stood for a moment, wishing his hardon would shrink back to normal, but he couldn't get Elizabeth's scent out of his nose, and the image of her full breast with its pert nipple out of his mind. He didn't want to walk out to the garage with a hardon in his pants. Besides, he knew he wouldn't be able to concentrate on his music. "Fuck!" he grumbled and headed for the half-bath. * * * Upstairs in the bathroom, Elizabeth quickly stripped and climbed into the shower, taking Andy's dildo, and our tube of KY, which she'd discovered under the sink a few weeks earlier, with her. After the water was going, Elizabeth poured some lubricant on the end of the dildo, then she pressed it up against her vagina. She turned it on then, and held it in place, enjoying the great sensations. She spread her feet apart and grabbed the safety bar then and slowly she started pressing the vibrator against her opening. "OHHH!!!" she cried, as suddenly, the dildo entered her. "Mmmmmmmmm!!!!" she moaned, as it slid all the way up inside her! A moment later, Elizabeth began sliding the vibrator in and out of herself. * * * In the downstairs bathroom, Steve had ripped a wad of toilet paper from the roller and had shoved his pants down to his knees. Then he'd grasped his hardon and begun masturbating. Boner was so horny that it only took a minute for his orgasm to hit. As he stood beating off with his right hand, he held the wad of toilet paper to the tip of his penis. Within a minute, he doubled over and groaned, as his semen shot out of him and coated the wad of tissue. "Ohh!" he groaned, as again he ejaculated into the toilet paper. Four more times, Steve moaned and shuddered as he spewed his semen, before his orgasm finally ended. When it was over, Boner dropped the toilet paper into the toilet and flushed. * * * Upstairs, in the shower, as she slid Andy's dildo in and out of her vagina, Elizabeth closed her eyes and imagined the stiffness that was sliding in and out of her was her husband. In her fantasy, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations of being fucked by Alan. It didn't feel quite the same though. A few moments later in her mind's eye, she opened her eyes, and saw instead of Alan's face in front of her's, that it was Boner's face, dripping with sweat, and contorted passionately. It was Boner's hardon she felt moving in and out of her. She could practically hear him moaning with pleasure! As she fucked herself with the dildo, she suddenly felt the water get warmer for a couple minutes. Someone had obviously flushed the downstairs toilet. She didn't care though, as she was about to climax. After only another couple shoves of the vibrator in and out of herself, she gripped the safety bar tighter as a wave of ecstasy swept over her. "MMMmmmmm!!!" Elizabeth moaned, as ecstasy flooded her body. She kept on shoving the dildo in and out of herself, as every couple of seconds, she spasmed anew. Finally, after a minute had gone by, her orgasm ended, and she pulled the dildo from her crotch. Standing unsteadily, she quickly soaped it up and washed it off. Then, she began washing herself. * * * "Where they hell'd you go?" I asked Boner, as he finally walked back into the garage. "I was going to send out a search party!" "Actually, we were certain you and Elizabeth were in the shower together," Pete teased him. Boner's face flinched and he turned bright red. Nobody else noticed the look on his face, but me. Something had obviously happened. He quickly called Pete an asshole, then changed the subject though, asking what we were going to play first. I wondered just what had gone on in the house, as I looked at Steve. I didn't have time to wonder long though, as the guys were ready to play. A few minutes later, we'd launched into "Devastated Dreams". "Damn that was fine!" Craig cried, when we'd finished. We were all feeling good then, and continued playing one song after another, until we'd gone through all of the songs we'd ever played together. We took a break then. As we were talking, I said "So guys? Now that we've all got equipment - you ready to play with me at the Bell & Crown later?" I asked. "Really?" Mitch asked. "Would George mind?" "Hell no. He loved it when you sang with me last week!" I said. Everyone was enthusiastic, and agreed it would be a lot of fun. * * * As we were talking, Evan walked in the driveway. "Blimey! I had to park on the street! There's no space in your driveway!" he said. "That's because the guys are rehearsing!" Andy told him. "Yeah, where've you been - thought you'd be here earlier," I said. "Well... I decided to stop at the Barley Mow for lunch," Evan said. He tinged a little red in the face then continued, "I was feeling a wee bit bunged up and the special of the day there today was rollmops. I thought maybe it would help. Anyway... I saw that boy Tobias. Not a surprise. But what was a surprise is how bad he looked. Someone has beaten the hell out of him!" A couple of the guys looked at me in a mildly questioning way. "It wasn't me! I was with you guys!" I said. Jacob gave me a strange look, but didn't say anything else. "So, how bad was he?" Boner asked. "Pretty bad," Evan said. "He had two black eyes, a split lip, his nose was swollen and he had a gash on his cheek that looked like he should've gone to Casualty for. He seemed to be bent over and limping a little too." "What was he doing?" I asked. "Not his usual," Evan said. "He was just drinking a pint." "Did you talk to him?" Andy asked. "No," Evan said. "He finished his pint and left when he saw me. That's how I saw the limp." "Was my father there?" Jacob asked suddenly. "No, I didn't see him," Evan said. "Well, he must've crossed the wrong person," Boner said, and he looked at me curiously. I didn't say anything, but I couldn't help wondering if Duke was the one who'd beaten Tobias up. The conversation switched then, and Evan wanted to hear us play a little, so we played a few of our songs again for him. "You blokes are bloody brilliant!" he said afterward, smiling broadly. "Think they'll like us at the B&C?" I asked. "You're all to play then?" Evan asked. "Yeah, but don't let on to George, it's a surprise!" I said, grinning. "Excellent!" Evan said, grinning. "We should call all our mates and make a party of it!" "My thoughts exactly," I said. A little while later, we did just that, calling several of our old school friends. All of them were "chuffed" as they put it, that we were putting together a party, and with such good entertainment! * * * George's eyes grew large later that afternoon as the guys and I started dragging in all of our instruments and setting them up in the back end of the pub. "What's all this?" he asked. I grinned and said, "You're getting a treat today! The whole band is going to entertain!" George just looked at me, his eyes still larger than usual. "How big is this band?" he asked finally, as he saw the guys dragging in all my drum cases. I chuckled and told him the amount of equipment made it look like we were bigger than we really are. Dubiously, he walked back behind the bar, and watched from there, as we set up. The 'usuals', and a few non-regular customers all glanced curiously at us every so often as well. As we were finishing setting up, our friends from school came in. Richard Greely, Miles Dellsworth, Rob Grisholm, Jane Broland, and Laney were all there. They said they weren't sure, but a few other kids who didn't usually hang out in our group might show up later too. I introduced my American friends to our British friends. They all seemed happy to finally meet each other, having heard about each other from us so much. After a few minutes of small talk, the guys and I got back to work setting up. Our British friends shoved a couple more tables up to the ones Andy and Evan had put together and were sitting at. Jacob, Harry and the twins were there too. Andy had put them in our usual booth, which was closest to the stage area, so we could all keep an eye on them. As soon as we were set up, we did a sound check, then I turned on the "stage" lights and stepped back up to the mike. I introduced the band and we launched into "Mike's Song". When we finished, everyone applauded, whistled, and yelled appreciatively at us, especially my British school friends, who hadn't heard the band play together live before. They'd only heard our CD. Sophie was instantly one of our biggest fans. She ran over clapping and exclaiming how "brilliant" we were! George, who'd remained behind the bar, hollered to us that we were wonderful, and to keep playing! Chuckling, I lead the band into "Devastated Dreams". As I sang, I noticed that George had the phone receiver in his hand, and was holding it out toward us. I wondered if there was a phone call for us. He didn't seem to be trying to flag us down though, so I just kept singing. When we were done, he held the phone back to his ear and began talking to whoever was on the other end again. Before we began our next song, he'd hung up. Eventually, much to the chagrin of our audience, we took a break. As we joined our friends, George came over to the table. He told us we were wonderful, and we could play his pub anytime. Then, he surprised the hell out of us. He told us that a cousin of his up in Edinburgh, Scotland owns a big "progressive" club in the middle of the city. It's called "The Liquid Room". He said that they have bands from all over play there. While we were playing, he'd called his cousin and held the phone up so he could hear us. His cousin had loved us, and had offered us a gig, if we'd come up to Edinburgh. When he told us what his cousin had offered to pay us, my eyebrows shot up. "Um, Horse... what's that in American?" Legs asked. Grinning, I said, "it comes out to about $200 apiece!" "Shit!" "Wow!" "Really?" were some of their replies. "Yeah, that's not bad for an unknown band our size," I said. "Do yer want the job?" George asked, grinning hopefully. Before we had a chance to even start talking about the logistics, a guy who was sitting in the booth behind the boys', who'd apparently overheard George's offer leaned over and asked us if we were touring. Jokingly, Boner said, "Most Definitely! This is 'the Six Shooters UK Tour'!" The guy grinned then and asked if on our way to Edinburgh, we'd be going anywhere near Rothbury in Northumberland. He said his parents owned a pub there called "The Queen's Head". He said he'd love to book us there. "It'd be right on yer way ter Edinburgh!" George added. The guys and I all looked at each other. We all looked surprised, and to be honest, a bit confused. One by one though they each began to grin at me though. "So... does this mean we're really gonna do a road trip?" Boner asked, chuckling and grinning. "I don't know. Um... we gotta talk about this. I don't even know if there's time!" I said. "Well, I got ter get back ter work, Talk about it and let me know!" George said. "How soon do you think you'll know if you can do it?" the man from Rothbury asked. Boner snickered and said, "Give us a few minutes and we'll let you know." The man grinned and went back to his booth. "What're you doing Bone?" I asked. "We don't even know if we have time to do it. You're only here another week!" "It would be fun though," Julian said, smiling hopefully. "Yeah! We could go look for Nessy up at Loch Ness while we're up there!" Craig said, grinning. "I know we came to see you guys, but we also came to site see," Pete added. "We'd sure get to see more than we thought." "So... you guys all want to do this? Assuming it's possible of course" I asked. "YES!" "YEAH!" "Most Definitely!" "Of course!" They all said. "Can we come too???" the twins piped up at the same time. I grinned and said, "Keep your pants on guys, we don't even know if this'll work out yet." "Well... go ask George to find out when we can play at his cousin's bar," Boner suggested. "Then we'll take it from there!" "Well, wait a minute! If we do it, we'll have to play all night - that's a few sets! And, George said it's a big place! Are we sure we want to do it?" I asked. "We can fill in with some other songs like we do when we jam. They might like hearing some oldies as well," Boner said. "And we play them pretty well too!" "It can't be bigger than the benefit concert we did for Mike," Mitchell said. "We gotta try it someday, if we're ever gonna expand," Craig added. I looked at all of them. They were all looking hopefully at me. "OK, guess we can at least see when the gig would be, to see if it'll work out!" I said. Together we trooped over to the bar. George grinned from ear to ear when he heard we were interested. He called his cousin back and asked when he wanted us to play. He wanted us the following Thursday if it was possible. As I was trying to calculate prep and driving time to Edinburgh and back, Boner looked at George and said "Tell him we'll be there. Ask him what time he wants us to begin!" "Hey!" I started to protest. George didn't wait for us to haggle about it. He told his cousin we said yes, and asked what time we should arrive. "9:00 it is then," George said. He and his cousin exchanged "Good-byes" and he hung up. "Road trip!" Boner chortled in his rich barritone voice, grinning widely. "YES!!!" "Alright!" "Yeee Haaa!" The guys all celebrated enthusiastically. Before anyone could say anything else, the guy from Rothbury appeared at my elbow. "I take it you're going to Edinburgh then. Would you consider playing at my parents' pub in Rothbury on your way there or back?" he asked. I looked at the guys and they all nodded. "Is it really on the way to Edinburgh?" I asked. "Close enough, yes," he said. "Well, maybe you'd better talk to your parents and see what they think," I said. "I already used my mobile and they said they'd love to have you. An American band playing in their pub would cause some real excitement in town," he said, smiling. His smile faded then, as he added, "there's one thing though. They can't offer you nearly as much as you've been offered by the bar in Edinburg. In fact, I'm almost too embarrassed to tell you how much they can offer." He told us how much they would be able to pay, and it was really miniscule in comparison to what George's cousin had offered, but, along with the fee, they were offering to put us up overnight, give us supper beforehand, and breakfast the next morning. We all smiled when we heard that. "Tell them we accept, but please warn them there are 13 guys coming. We'll pay for the seven extra to lodge and eat there though, but we want to make sure we're all in the same place," I said. "Thirteen?" Boner asks, looking at me. "Yeah!" I said. "I want to bring Andy, Jacob, Harry, and the twins, and Jeremy's here with Craig. And I thought Evan might want to come too." "Really?" Evan asked. "You want me to come too?" Boner grinned and said, "sure! The more the merrier! You gotta drive though, we need all the cars we can get!" "Not a problem!" Evan replied, grinning. The guy pulled out his cell phone and called his parents back. A few minutes later, he hung up and grinning, he said "It's all set, as long as you don't mind sharing rooms!" "Not a problem. We're used to that," I said, grinning. Everyone began talking excitedly, all at once then. "This deserves a toast!" Boner said a moment later, lifting his beer glass. "Here's to 'the Six Shooters UK Tour'!" "Here Here!" Everyone chorused in response. Sensing our excitement, from all our whooping and celebrating Jacob, Harry, and the twins all jumped up and ran over to the bar. "Are you doing it?" they all asked excitedly. "Yeah," I grinned. "We'll miss you while you're gone," Scott said, sadly. All four boys assumed we were leaving them in London, while we went on the road, and looked a little dejected. The guys all grinned as I looked down at Scott and said, "you mean you'll miss London while we're on the road, don't you?" "Huh?" he said, not comprehending at once what I meant. Harry realized first what I meant. His look of excitement caused it to dawn on Jacob that they were going with us. "Oh my GOD!" John shrieked. "We're coming with you?" Scott's eyes suddenly got huge. "Of course!" I said, chuckling. The four boys all started whooping and yelling with glee. "Shhhh..." hissed in a loud stage whisper, putting a finger over my lips. "We are in a pub y'know!" Everyone laughed. "You guys go back to the table, so we can finish setting up our plans," I said. Chattering loudly, the boys returned to our tables, and we turned back to George and the man from Rothbury. * * * After finalizing our arrangements, we went back to our tables. Then, after much excited chattering about our upcoming road trip, we played another couple sets, between which we ate our supper. Around 8:00, Jacob came over to me, as we finished a song, and tugged on my sleeve. "Don't forget, we're to go to Waterstone's in a little while for the Harry Potter party!" he whispered, looking a little worried that we might be late. "Right you are!" I said. "One last song then." Jacob grinned and went and sat back down. We sang Mike's song, one last time, then bid our audience farewell. Quickly we packed up, and took off for home. "Wow! What's with all the cars parked on our street?" Andy asked, as we pulled into Beaumont Crescent. Looking down the street, before I'd pulled into the Crescent, I saw a large crowd gathered on the sidewalk at Waterstone's. "Good thing we're walking to the bookstore," I said. "Blimey!" Andy said. "There's more people there than I thought there'd be!" Soon as we pulled into the driveway, we unpacked the cars, freshened up, then took off for Waterstone's. The crowd that had been on the sidewalk was gone. Apparently the store had just opened its doors and everyone had rushed in. The store was crowded, but we were able to squeeze in yet. The boys were happy to find that they were indeed serving butterbeer, and that the children were each being given small boxes of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. "It's OK, but I think I like real beer better," Jacob said, sipping his from a cup of frothy butterbeer. "Ew! Vomit is gross!" Scott said, as he spit out a Vomit-flavored Bertie Bott's Bean into his hand, as his brother snickered at him. "Are you Harry Potter?" a small boy dressed in wizard's robes and a wizard's hat asked, staring wide-eyed up at Harry. "No!" Harry laughed. "Although, my name IS Harry!" "You look just like him," The boy's older sister, who was dressed as a witch, said. "Maybe a little!" Harry said, turning a little pink in the face. "Gather around now!" a shrill voice came from the back corner of the room. The lady, also dressed as a witch, began reading excerpts then from all of the previous Harry Potter books. In the front of the store, a TV and VCR had been set up and the first Harry Potter movie was playing. And so the evening went. Groups gathered to discuss theories about who would die in book 6, and who the "Half Blood Prince" would be. Snacks, just like the ones served at Hogwarts were served periodically. And everyone visited and talked about Harry Potter. Then, at midnight, the long anticipated sale of the books began. Surprisingly, once everyone heard that there were more than enough copies to go around, they all stood patiently in line, waiting to purchase their copies. The sales lady looked shocked when I asked for 14 copies. "You want how many?" she croaked, looking curiously at me. I chuckled and pointed to the guys, who I'd told to wait off to the side in a group, so they didn't congest the line. "OH!" the lady said, smiling then. "Right then!" I motioned for Jacob to come over. He and the twins all wandered over and each took a small stack of our books back to our group, while I paid for them all. When I was finished, we took off and walked home. They guys all took off for the Bell & Crown again, and we went in, and straight up to our rooms. Regardless that it was after midnight, after we finished our nightly ablutions, we all crawled into our beds, and for the first time I can remember, nobody had sex! Instead, we all starting to read our new books! Eventually, exhausted from our day's activities, we all marked our spots and set our books aside, turned off our lights. All except for Jacob and Harry that is. The next morning, when I walked past their room, I was surprised to find the door open. Both both of them were lying in bed on their backs, snoring, with their open books lying on their faces. Chuckling, I went in, gently lifted the books off them, marked their spots and set them aside. Then I tucked them in and turned out the lights. Each rolled onto their sides, facing away from each other, but pressing their backs together, and continued sleeping, as I closed the door on my way out of the room. I went downstairs then, to begin breakfast, and start making a packing list for our road trip... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next chapter in this series will be published shortly.