Date: Tue, 14 Mar 2006 19:15:47 -0800 (PST) From: Thomas Gaige Subject: My Step-Brother Jacob - Chapter 87 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 87 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Tomorrow's my grandmother's birthday!" Julian said, sniffling a little yet, and rubbing his eyes, as he laid on his bed facing away from Boner, who was sitting on the edge of the bed behind him, looking down at him with concern. "OK," Steve said, not sure why this would be upsetting Julian so much. "Are you missing a party for her?" "No!" Julian said. "It's not that." Steve waited a minute to see if Julian was going to explain any further, but except for a couple more sniffles, Julian was silent. "Listen," Steve said softly, giving Julian's shoulder a squeeze. "I can tell you're really upset about whatever's bothering you. I'm not gonna force you to tell me about it if you don't want to, but I really think maybe you'll feel better if you do talk about it with someone. Maybe I'm not the person you wanta talk to, but I'm the only one here with you at the moment. And I do care Jewels!" Julian was quiet for a moment, except for another couple sniffles. Just as Steve was about to give up and get up and go back to his own bed, Julian suddenly sat up and spun around so he was sitting on the edge of the bed next to Steve. "My grandmother hates her birthday," Julian said, looking down at the floor. Steve furrowed his brow as Julian paused. A moment later, Julian continued though in a haunted tone. "It was during the evening of her 12th birthday that the Nazis came to her house," he said. "They burst in, just as Grandma was about to blow the candles on her cake out. The Nazis told them they had to leave immediately. My grandmother's father, my great-grandfather, protested. The Nazis ignored him, but he kept complaining to their leader. As he was complaining, the asshole pulled his pistol out and aimed it at my great-grandfather's face. He told him to shut up. My great-grandfather opened his mouth to say something else though. Then, right there in the dining room of their house, in front of my grandmother, her little brother, and their mother, my great-grandmother, the scum bag shot him right in the face!" "What?" Boner cried, his eyes flying wide open. He was horrified by what Julian was telling him. "His blood spattered all over them," Julian said, ignoring Boner's outburst. "My grandmother and her mother and little brother, who was only 7, were dragged out of their house then. I guess my great-grandmother was screaming and crying. They almost shot her too. They weren't allowed to take anything with them, except some jackets they grabbed as they went out the door. As my grandmother was yanked out the door, she looked back and saw her father lying dead on dining room floor in a pool of blood. On the table, the candles of her birthday cake were still burning." As Julian paused to draw a breath, Boner opened his mouth to say something, but Julian continued, "They were taken to the train station, and herded into a box car, along with many other people - all Jews of course. There were so many, they had to stand. They rode the train for four days, standing all the way, heading east. The sun blazed down on the box car. There was no food or water. There was no bathroom. People got desperate to go and ended up pissing and shitting in their clothes, right where they stood. The motion of the train and stench of piss and shit made some people throw up, which made the stench worse. Once a day, the train stopped in a train station, and the cars got hosed down from the outside. That was the only relief the people got. It lessened the smell a little, and if they were lucky, they were able to catch a mouthful of water, as it streamed through the holes in the roof of the box car. Many of them died of dehydration, and other things." "Jesus," Boner breathed, as Julian paused for a moment. "Eventually, they arrived at Auschwitz!" Julian said. "There, they were finally allowed to get off the train. As they walked off it, a couple of Nazis, and a doctor looked at them. They sent some people to the left, and some to the right. My grandmother was sent one way, and her mother, who had a bad limp from an old injury, and brother, were sent the other. That was the last time she saw either of them. Someone told her later that the people who were sent the other way were gassed immediately." Steve's eyes were huge, and he looked stricken. "My grandmother was taken into the work portion of the camp. I'm sure you've heard the stories, and know what it was like for her. She never told me this, but I once overheard my mother tell my father that her mother had told her once that there was one Nazi who gave her extra rations sometimes, but only because he forced himself on her and used her! Luckily, if you can call it that, all this happened toward the end of the war, and she managed to survive until the war ended, and she was liberated," Julian said. He remained silent for a moment then. "Jesus!" Boner said again. "I'm so sorry man!" "Thanks," Julian said, blinking as if to stop himself from beginning to cry. He continued a moment later in a more quavering voice. "My grandmother refused to celebrate her birthday at all after that! She's also turned her back on Judaism. She said if God could let that happen to the Jews, either there was no God, or it was wrong to be Jewish! She couldn't help but believe in God though. So she reasoned it was wrong to be Jewish! Eventually some of the horror faded from her mind a little. She married, and they had my mother. When my mother married my father, who's obviously Jewish, she was devastated though. She's still convinced it's bad to be Jewish! Ever since, she's tried and tried to convince us to abandon our heritage! My father embraces his Jewish heritage though, his family didn't suffer through the holocaust - they'd all emigrated here before it happened, although I do think he may have had some distant cousins who didn't, and they were gassed too. He doesn't think about it though. My grandmother can't stop thinking about it though. Even now, years after the holocaust is over, it's still destroying our family! Now you know why I was so upset when Andy said he felt like he didn't belong to his clan anymore. I don't want to see him end up like my grandmother!" "Wow!" Steve said, after Julian finished speaking. Next to him, Julian snuffled loudly. Looking at him, Steve saw his shoulders shaking a little. Feeling bad for him, he draped his arm around his shoulders and hugged him briefly. He was surprised a moment later when Julian suddenly turned and leaned into his chest and started to cry. Boner was rather shocked by Julian's intimacy and didn't know what to do. He was clearly very upset though, so finally, Boner did the only thing he could think of - he wrapped his other arm around Julian and held him while he cried. After a minute, Julian pushed away from him. Sounding embarrassed, he apologized, but thanked Boner. "It's OK," Steve said, in his deep drawl, smiling weakly at him. "Could you please not tell the others about this?" Julian asked, looking hopefully at Steve. "Sure," Steve said. "No problem." "Thanks," Julian said. "I'm beat. I guess I'm gonna go to bed now." With that, he stood up and started to strip. Boner got up quickly, and began stripping as well. As soon as Julian was undressed, down to his boxers, he crawled into his bed and pulled the covers over himself. Steve did the same. The two of them lay quietly for a moment. After a couple minutes, Boner heard Julian sniffling a little again. Then, finally, his breathing slowed and came softly and regularly, as he fell asleep. Boner didn't fall asleep quite as soon. He lay awake for some time, haunted by Julian's story about his family. Eventually, exhaustion overtook him, and he too drifted off to sleep. * * * The next morning, Julian was still embarrassed about crying in Boner's arms the night before. "Forget about it man!" Boner said, when Julian shyly apologized again. Julian was a little surprised then when Boner reached out and pulled him into a hug, and said softly, "It's OK. I'm sorry all that happened to you and your family! Nobody deserves to go through anything like that!" Steve held Julian in the hug for a moment, then, as they parted, he shocked Julian by pulling his head toward him, and kissing him quickly on the forehead. As Julian stared at him, surprised, Boner blushed. "No! This isn't going to be a 'Brokeback Mountain' moment!" he said, blushing even deeper. "You're a really nice guy. I care about you! That's all there is to it. Nothing more!" Julian smiled and blushed as well. "I feel the same about you too!" he said, softly, smiling at Boner. Boner smiled broader, and the two ended up chuckling a little. "So... you saw 'Brokeback Mountain'?" Julian asked Boner curiously. "Well..." Boner said, blushing and smiling awkwardly. "Cindy really wanted to see it, so yeah, I did. Did you?" "No, but Craig and Jeremy keep trying to drag me to see it. They loved it. Craig gets all teary-eyed whenever he talks about it though. Did you like it?" Julian asked. "Well, it was done well I guess," Boner said. "Had a depressing ending though. Personally, it's not the kind of movie I'd pick to see myself. I mean, obviously I don't have a problem with gay guys - I mean look at half our friends! But, it just wasn't my type of movie really." "Yeah," Julian said. "That's kinda how I feel about it too. That's why I didn't go see it. I guess Whizzer's driving Horse nuts to go see it! John says they haven't had the time to get to it yet though." "Maybe Andy'll slow down bugging Horse! I heard Van Gogh loaned him the book!" Steve said. "That'd be good for John!" Julian said. "So... should we get going and get downstairs for some grub?" "Sounds good!" Boner said, grinning. They both hurried up and got ready to go then. * * * A while later, we all gathered downstairs for breakfast in the hotel dining room. While we waited for our food to come, we munched on a plate of hot buttered scones the waiter had brought. As everyone started talking again about the Tattoo the previous night, I surreptitiously got up and snuck out to the lobby. I stepped into a phone booth and looked in the phone book for listings for St. Andrews. There were none, but there was a number for information, so I called it and asked for the number for Andy's Auntie Doreen Lisle in St. Andrews. I didn't hold out much hope of them finding it, but was surprised when they did in fact give me a number. A little apprehensively, I called the number. A woman answered, and said she was indeed Doreen Lisle when I inquired. "You wouldn't happen to have a nephew, Andrew MacDoogle, would you?" I asked. "AYE! I most certainly do!" she said in her high pitched Scottish Brogue. "Cool!" I cried, elated. "Um... he's a friend of mine, and he and I, and some friends are traveling around up here in Edinburgh-" "Really?" she cried, interupting me. "Do ya think you could come by for a visit? I'd so love to see Andrew!" Grinning into the phone, I said, "As a matter of fact, that's why I was calling. I'd like to surprise Andy and bring him to see you!" "OH!" Auntie Doreen cried. "That'd be Splendid! When can you come?" "Would tomorrow be alright?" I asked. "Certainly!" Doreen said, happily. "But why not today?" I explained about our trip and how we were playing the Liquid Room that night. She said she understood, and we made plans for the next day, and I got directions from her to her house. "Now tell me my dear," Doreen said, in a lower more serious tone, when we were through setting things up. "Just exactly what is the problem with my family?" Doreen's question caught me off guard. When I called, I'd wondered if she knew what was going on with Andy and his family, but when she didn't seem to, I'd dismissed the idea from my mind. Now, I wasn't sure what to say. "Are you still there Lad?" she asked, as my mind raced. "Yes," I said. "I'm sorry. Um..." "I know that Andrew has moved out of my niece's house," Doreen said. "However, I think there's more to the story than that! And I get the impression that he and his parents and brother are no longer on good terms. Is this true?" "Uh..." I said. Thinking quickly, it dawned on me suddenly that maybe I'd best tell her everything, in case after she found out about Andy being gay, she didn't want to see him. If that was the case, then I could just abandon my plans for surprising him with a visit to see her, and save him from being hurt all over again. "Yes," I said. "The fact of the matter is, that Andy's parents threw him out of the house!" "THEY DID WHAT?" the lady cried incredulously, in a voice that suddenly sounded like Miss. Piggy's when she was angry at Kermit. If I hadn't been so worried about her reaction to Andy's situation, I'd have laughed. She was clearly shocked though! Before I could say anything else, she said, "It was that bastard father of his, wasn't it? He found out about Andrew, and threw him out, didn't he?" "Uh...yeah... um.. if we're both talking about the same thing, yes that's true," I said, uncertainly. "He found out that Andrew's homosexual, then he chucked him out. Is that what happened?" Doreen asked. "Uh... yeah!" I said, surprised. "You know Andy's gay?" "Of course I do Laddie!" Doreen twittered. "I've known for some time now!" "How?" I blurted, shocked to hear that. As far as I knew, Andy had been completely in the closet until he met me. "Well...," she said, and hesitated. "Actually, I probably shouldn't say. I mean, I don't really even know who you are, or how you're connected to Andrew!" "Oh! Um... I'm sorry," I said. "Actually, I didn't tell you, because I thought you didn't know Andy's gay. But... since you do, I guess I can tell you. Andy and I are partners. You know... Boyfriends." "Oh!" Doreen said, brightly. "That's excellent! So... do you two live together then?" "As a matter of fact, yes, we do," I said. I told her briefly then about our situation. "It's so nice that Andrew has found someone like you my dear! And he's living with your family as well!" Doreen said, clearly sounding pleased. "I'm anxious to meet you, and to see Andrew again of course!" I told her I was anxious to meet her as well, and knew Andy would be excited too, but that I was going to keep it a secret from him, so he'd be surprised. She thought that sounded wonderful, and said she was most excited. We said good-bye then, and I hung up and went back to the dining room. "Where were you?" Andy asked. "Bathroom," I said. "You OK? You took quite a while!" Andy said. "I'm fine!" I said, smiling. Just then our food arrived, and I was saved from any further inquisition. * * * After breakfast, we took off right away to get in some more sight seeing. First, we visited the Palace of Holyroodhouse, which once was the residence of Mary Queen of Scots, and is now the official Scottish residence of Queen Elizabeth II. When we arrived, we were told that we were lucky the royal family wasn't in residence at the moment, as someone usually was during the Tattoo, or we wouldn't have been able to take the tour. We all found the Palace to be most interesting. The twins particularly liked seeing the spot that was marked as the place where Lord Darnley, second husband of Mary Queen of Scots, had stabbed Mary's secretary David Rizzio to death - knifing him over 50 times, in 1566, after finding him in his wife's chambers. Jacob and Harry got a kick out of looking at, and making fun of some of the more than 100 portraits of Scottish Monarchs that hang in the Great Picture Gallery. Everyone enjoyed the story of how Holyrood was originally built as an Abbey, and therefore was used as a place of "sanctuary" by people avoiding the law, and their creditors. If a debtor couldn't repay his or her debt, and they were able to get to the Abbey of Holyrood, they were given sanctuary. Oddly though, they were allowed to go anywhere in the city on Sundays, without fear of being apprehended. Come midnight Sunday night though, they had to be back at the abbey! This of course caused all kinds of excitement on most Sunday nights, as debtors were chased back to the Abbey by their creditors! The poet Thomas de Quincey, and Charles X (brother of deposed King Louis XVIII of France) were two of the more notable people who sought sanctuary at Holyrood. When we left Holyrood, the boys wanted to go to the Edinburgh Zoo to see the Penguin Parade, but we didn't think we'd have time enough, as we were supposed to go to the Liquid Room to set up and rehearse for the evening's performance. The twins were really disappointed. "If you really want to go, I'll take you!" Evan suddenly volunteered. "Really?" the twins cried in unison, surprised. I was surprised myself. "erm... if it's alright with John of course," he said, looking at me. "PLEASE! Can't we go with Evan?" John cried, his head swiveling to face me. "Yeah!" Please!" Scott cried. "You sure you want to do that?" I asked Evan. "Sure! Besides, it'll keep them busy while the lot of you are preparing for tonight!" he said. "It's OK with me!" I said. I looked at the boys and said "You guys have to stay with Evan though, and do as he says!" "We will!" the twins said, grinning. Jacob and Harry looked pleased too. "Mind if I come along?" Jeremy asked. "There won't be anything for me to do while they're rehearsing either." Craig's eyebrows went up slightly and he looked at Jeremy in surprise. "You mind?" Jeremy asked. "No," Craig said, still looking a little surprised. "Brilliant! Glad to have you along Mate!" Evan said. "I suppose I should come with you too in that case," Andy said. "I don't think so," Pete said. We all looked curiously at him. Blushing slightly, he said, "We're going to need Andy with us!" "You are?" Andy asked, looking confused. "We are?" I asked at the same time, equally as confused. "Yup!" Pete said. I noticed he and Mitchell were grinning conspiratorially at one another. "Well... OK then," Andy said, still looking confused. "In that case, we might as well get going!" Evan said. "Where and what time would you like us to meet you later?" "I'm not sure of our schedule - how about at the Liquid Room anytime after 3:00?" I said. "That's when we'll be heading over there to rehearse." "Super!" Evan said. He glanced at his watch then and said, "we might run a bit later than that though." "That's OK," I said. "Brilliant! Let's go then lads!" Evan said. "Hang on!" I said, reaching in my pocket for my wallet. "If you're gonna run past supper maybe, you'll have to feed them. I've got all the boy's 'expense money' - so you better take some!" I peeled off some bills and handed them to Evan. "That should cover entrance fees and food!" I said. "They've got their own money for souvenirs!" "Brilliant!" Evan said, grinning. "Come along then everyone!" He, Jeremy and the four boys took off then. "Well!" Craig said, looking around at us. "What's everyone feel like doing til we're due at the Liquid Room?" Andy suggested we go take a walk through "The Botanicals" as he called the Royal Botanic Garden. Craig and Julian thought that would be OK. Boner didn't feel like "walking around looking at flowers" though. Pete and Mitchell were of the same mind. They suggested we go somewhere else. We quickly thumbed through our guide book, and in the end, Craig and Julian thought they'd like to go see as much of the National Portrait Gallery as they could squeeze in. Boner said he'd just as soon check out a couple of pubs. And, Pete and Mitchell latched onto Boner's idea as well. A cold pint actually sounded good to me, but I could tell Andy really wanted to go walk through the gardens. Chuckling, I said, "Why don't we split up then for a little while. Pete, you, Mitch, and Bone, go do your thing. Van Gogh and Jewels can try to get into the Gallery, and Andy and I can go check out 'the Botanicals'." Andy grinned hugely. Boner smiled and nodded, and Pete and Mitchell both said it sounded good to them. Craig and Jeremy liked the plan as well. We agreed to meet back at the hotel three hours later, and all head to the bar together, with our instruments, then we split up and went our separate ways. * * * Andy and I made our way to the Botanical Gardens, and took a walk through not even a 1/4 of the 70 acres. At lunch time, we found a sidewalk vendor selling fish'n'chips, and each got a cone of them and sodas, then sat on a bench eating, enjoying the view out over a picturesque pond. "It's so beautiful and peaceful here!" Andy said, reaching into his cone and pulling out a piece of fish. "OW!" he cried abruptly and dropped the piece of fish back into the cone. "Careful! They're very hot!" I chuckled and we both blew on the top layer of fries and fish. "It most definitely is nice here," I said. "I'm glad we came! And, I got a LOT of great pictures too!" Carefully, we each began to pick at the topmost pieces of fish in our cones and took small bites off them. "Delicious!" I said. "Mmmmm!" Was all Andy managed. His mouth was full. We sat in companionable silence then for a few minutes, as we ate our lunches. When we were finished, Andy looked at me with a strange look on his face. "So, what do you want to do now?" he asked, still looking strange. "Well..." I said. "I thought you'd want to walk some more!" "Well..." Andy said. I saw his eyes glance quickly downward toward his legs. It was then I notice the bulge in his crotch. "Ohhhhhh!" I said, grinning. He grinned back at me. I looked at my watch and said, "Well, if we hurry now, we could get back to the hotel in time to still have about 30-40 minutes before the others show up!" "Only 30-40 minutes?" Andy asked, feigning disappointment. "You asshole!" I said. Andy grinned. "I know," I said. "I'd rather have more time too, but hey? We can still both have a good time in 30-40 minutes!" "Maybe a couple of times each if we're quick about it!" Andy said, grinning lewdly. "Not if we keep sitting here like idiots!" I said, grinning. "Oh MY!" Andy cried, leaping up. "Let's run then!" With that, Andy shocked me by taking off at a sprint. Grinning, I leaped up and ran after him, swinging widely so that I could chuck our trash in a garbage bin. * * * "OHHhhhhh!!!" Andy groaned, happily, as my mouth lowered over his throbbing hardon. "We should have skipped 'the Botanics' altogether!" Pulling back off Andy I said, "Oh come on! You so wanted to see all the flowers!" "Bugger the flowers!" Andy declared, grinning. "I'd much rather be doing this with you instead! Now please! Get back to what you were doing!" I grinned, then lowered my mouth over Andy's throbbing dick again and began sucking up and down on it. We'd made execellent time getting back to the hotel, and had 35 minutes until the others were scheduled to meet us there. As fast as we could, we'd raced to our room, stripped, and hopped onto the bed. Now, as I sucked his cock, Andy was obviously enjoying my ministrations, because I kept tasting a faint saltiness, indicating that he was oozing pre-cum. "Spin around, so I can have a go at you too!" Andy said, after a minute. I pulled off Andy again, and grinning, flipped around so I was straddling his face, with my dick hanging down, pressing on his lips. "Awwww!!!" I groaned, as Andy opened his mouth, and let my member slide down into it, pushing his head upward, until my cock head was nestled between his tonsils. Then, as Andy began sucking up and down on me, I returned to pleasuring him as well. Shortly I felt Andy's fingers roaming around between my ass cheeks. Smiling, as I sucked on him yet, I reached down between his legs for his ass crack as well. His mouth stopped moving for a moment, as his legs spread wider apart for me. I expect he was smiling. Suddenly, a moist finger poked my anus, pressing against it. I relaxed my sphincter, and felt Andy's digit slide through it and begin searching for my prostate. Smiling again myself, I ran my index finger through Andy's ass crack, pressing down on his anus too when I reached it. My finger instantly slid through it, up inside Andy as well, as he moaned slightly with pleasure. Both of us encountered each other's prostate at just the same moment then and began massaging it, causing us to each groan passionately. Sucking and fucking each other with our fingers, we writhed together in a '69' on the bed, both moaning happily, as our orgasms began to build. As Andy sucked on me, and jabbed his finger in and out of my rectum, all thoughts except the pleasure we were giving each other left my mind. My sole focus was on my ever increasing levels of pleasure and pressure. I could tell Andy was feeling the same, as the saltiness in my mouth became more noticeable, and his hands and mouth were working at an ever-increasing pace. We'd been sucking on one another for just a few minutes, when my climax suddenly began to build faster than ever. Within seconds, I was on the brink of my orgasm. I tried to hold my climax off as long as possible. I could tell that Andy was at the same point, because I could feel his muscles tense up as his thighs rested in my arms. "MMMMMMMmmmmm!!!!" Andy moaned loudly a moment later, and I felt a gush of hot, thick fluid, spray the back of my throat forcefully, and my mouth flooded with saltiness. The start of Andy's orgasm excited me still more, and I wasn't able to hold off any longer. With a groan, I felt my cum rocket through my cock, and blast into Andy's mouth. I heard him suddenly breathe in deeply and rapidly through his nose. "UUmmmmmmmm!!!!' Andy groaned, filling my mouth with cum again. With a moan, I filled his mouth again too. We each came a few more times, before our orgasms ended. When we'd each finished cumming, we both continued sucking on each other for another minute, until we'd both given our final shudder of pleasure, oozing our last bit of saltiness into each other's mouths. "Bugger that was Brilliant!" Andy declared, breathing heavily, as I pulled my dick from his mouth, and spun around to lay down next to him. "I'll say!" I said. "What the fuck did I want to go to 'the Botanicals' for?" he said, smiling at me. I chuckled and said, "As long as you remember that it was your idea!" "Arsehole!" Andy muttered, smiling. * * * The two of us lay next to each other, our chests heaving for a couple minutes, recovering from our orgasms. After only about 5 minutes, Andy looked at me and said, "I want you to fuck me like Ennis fucks Jack in 'Brokeback Mountain'!" "Oh? How's that?" I asked, smiling. "Rough and fast!" Andy said. "Oh?" I asked, raising my eyebrows and giving him a smile. "Thought you liked slow and gentle better!" "Well, usually I do, but we don't have time for that now!" Andy said, grinning. "Besides, variety can be nice! Are you up for it?" Smiling, I looked down at my cock. And looked down too, and we both grinned. My dick was indeed beginning to burgeon again. "Roll on over!" I said, still grinning and reaching for the lube. A few seconds later, I was straddling Andy's ass, greasing my cock, and he was reaching back, pulling his cheeks apart for me. A couple seconds later, I was pushing the head of my cock against his asshole. "UUnnnnhhhh!!" he grunted loudly, when suddenly, my dick slid through his sphincter. "MMmmmmmm!!!" he moaned, as I kept going, pushing myself into him. "Ohhh!!" he gasped, when I finally reached as far inside him as I could. "You OK?" I asked. "Yes! Now fuck me like you mean it!" Andy commanded. Smiling, I began to shove myself in and out of him, as he groaned continually with pleasure. I fucked Andy for a couple minutes then, and both of us were moaning and groaning, as our orgasms approached. Andy was getting rather loud and vocal. "OOOhhhhh!!!" Andy cried. "Mmmmm!!!" I moaned in response. "OH! JOHN!" Andy groaned loudly. Just then, there was a knock on our door, and I heard some guys snickering outside the room. "NOT NOW!" I cried, just as Andy groaned loudly, and I felt his asshole clenching shut around my dick. "OHhh Maannn!" I heard Boner's drawl come through the door, followed by some snickering. "AAwwwww!!!" I gasped loudly then, as I felt a surge of jism blast through my dick, lubricating Andy's rectum. "Mmmmmm!!!" Andy groaned, squeezing my dick again. I moaned again too, as I came again. As I continued wildly fucking Andy, we both spasmed over and over, passionately groaning and grunting as we were each wracked with pleasure. Eventually our orgasms ended, and I rapidly slowed my pace, until I relaxed and pushed my dick as deeply into Andy's anal canal as I could and laid down fully on top of him, causing a soft moan from him yet. As we both lay gasping for breath, Boner's voice spoke again from the hallway. "Uh... we just wanted you to know we were back," He said. We heard more snickering then, as Boner said, "Uh... guess you'll be wanting a shower, so, come get us when you're ready." "Assholes!" I called, and the snickering in the hallway got louder, then waned as the guys walked to their own rooms. "Were they listening the whole time do you think?" Andy asked. "Well, probably just at the end," I said. "But I think they heard all of the good part!" "Arseholes!" Andy said. I snickered, and he squeezed my dick, which was softening by then, with his asshole, in response, causing me to chuckle louder. "I guess maybe we should hit the shower quick," I said. "As much as I'd rather just lay here with my dick up your ass!" Andy turned and grinned at me and squeezed my dick again. "Knock it off, or I'll be ready to go again!" I said, gently boffing him in the head with the palm of my hand. "Really?" Andy exclaimed, his eyes lighting up, as he began flexing his sphincter open and shut. "Asshole!" I said, and I pushed myself up off him, sliding my dick quickly out of his hole. "Oh! Not fair!" he complained. Grinning, I said, "C'mon. Let's get cleaned up. We gotta go!" "Oh alright!" Andy grumbled, getting up. "DAMN!" I cried, looking at the bed. "That's one huge wet spot you made!" "Well, it's all your fault!" Andy said, grinning at me. Chuckling I said, "Maybe so, but one of us'll be sleeping on it tonight!" "No we won't!" he replied, smiling brightly at me. "I'll use the hair dryer on it later!" "Oh my God! I never thought of that!" I said, grinning. "Aren't you glad I'm along on this trip then?" Andy asked, grinning as well. "You know it!" I said. "C'mon, let's shower!" Smiling Andy turned and headed for the bathroom, I scooted in behind him, swatting him playfully on his ass. "Not Now John!" he cried, abruptly sitting down on the toilet. "Your cum is starting to leak out of me!" Andy sat for a minute then, letting the remnants of our lovemaking dribble back out of him, into the toilet. * * * After Andy was done on the toilet, he and I quickly got cleaned up. If we'd had a little more time, we might have dallied about in the shower and went at it again, but that wasn't feasible given the time. Within 15 minutes, we were cleaned up, dried, dressed, and out in the hallway, knocking on Boner's door. I had my guitar with me and was ready to go. "'Bout time!" he grumbled in a disgruntled tone as we walked into his room. "We're only 5 minutes late," I said, smiling. Everyone was there already, and they all grinned at us as we walked in. "Don't mind him," Craig said. "He's just sore cause you guys were having fun, and Cindy's not here for him to get it on with too!" Andy blushed slightly, and I felt my face warm up a bit too, as everyone laughed. Steve glared at Craig with narrowed eyes, causing everyone to laugh louder. "It's time to go!" Boner said. "Let's roll!" "Hey Andy," Pete said. "Go get your pipes!" "What?" Andy asked, looking confused. "Why?" "I gotta idea!" Pete said. I noticed Mitchell was again smiling conspiratorially. "What's going on?" Andy asked. "Well," Pete said. "You play so well, I kind of had an idea that maybe we could have you play along with us on a couple of our songs!" "What?" Andy cried, incredulously. I grinned and said, "You know... that's an idea!" "We thought you might like it!" Craig said. "Just a minute!" Andy cried, his eyes looking a little fearful. "Have you all been plotting something?" Everyone grinned. Andy whirled on me and stared intensely at me. "I had no clue about this til just now!" I protested. "It's true," Boner said. "We didn't tell Horse, cause we only just discussed it over lunch at the pub." "But -" Andy started to say. His eyes were huge. "Just go get your pipes Man!" Julian said, realizing Andy looked a little scared. "It's only an idea we want to try out so far. Let's see what happens!" "I think it's a good idea! Go get 'em," I said. "But -" Andy started to say. "It's six to one - you have no choice - just go get your pipes!" Mitchell said. Andy looked around at all of us for a moment, as we stood smiling at him. "I really don't -" he started to say. "Your pipes Andy! Hurry up before we're late!" Boner said. Andy shot Steve an exasperated look, and snapped "Fine!" He spun on his heel then and stalked out of the room and down the hall to our room. A moment later, he returned carrying his bagpipes. "Good!" Steve said, smiling. "Now lets go!" We all gathered up our instruments, and each took a piece of Mitchell's drum set, and made it down to the cars in one trip. Then we all piled in, and took off. A few minutes later we were at the Liquid Room. * * * Philip let us into the Liquid Room, and introduced us to everyone. He asked us where the others were, and we explained. Then he asked how we'd liked the Tattoo. We told him we'd loved it, and thanked him again, very much, for getting us the tickets. Andy of course gushed on and on about how great it was, causing Philip to grin broadly. Philip excused himself then, and left us to set up and practice. Within a few minutes, we'd set up our equipment on the stage, and were ready to go. We did a quick run through of a couple of our songs, which brought hearty applause from the barmen and bouncers, and Philip too, who'd reappeared to listen a few minutes. "So... what exactly did you think I'd be able to play with you?" Andy asked, when Steve motioned for him to join us. "Ever hear of the 'Dropkick Murphys'?" Pete asked. "OHhhhh!!!" I said, as a grin spread over my face. "The who?" Andy asked. "No - not 'The Who'! The 'Dropkick Murphys'! Pete said, chuckling. "Very amusing!" Andy said dryly. "Obviously I haven't heard of them!" "Listen to this!" Mitchell said. He popped a CD into the club's stereo system and a moment later, the 'Dropkick Murphys' rendition of 'Amazing Grace' started. "Well, I can do that," Andy said, as the stately solo bagpipe opening portion of the song played. We all grinned, as a moment later, Andy's eyes flew wide open when the band joined in and the tempo and volume increased dramatically. "Blimey!" he exclaimed, causing us all to chuckle. As the music continued, he began to smile. I was surprised to see his fingers moving, as he played the 'air pipes' along with the piper in the song. When the song ended, everyone was smiling, and Pete said, "Think you can do that?" "Maybe!" Andy said. "OK, let's give it a try then," Boner said. "Uh... you guys think YOU can play like that?" I asked. "Yeah," Craig said. "We listened to it a few times and think we know it enough, it's pretty repetitive really. "OK," I said, "let's give it a try." Andy got out his pipes, and tuned them, while we each tried to play the tune ourselves. When we were all ready, Andy played the solo piece very well. We jumped in then, playing the band part. It took a few attempts to finally get everyone playing the same thing, and in the fashion we wanted, so we sounded like the 'Dropkick Murphys'. By the time we finished though, we sounded good, and Andy was able to play right along with us! "This is GREAT!" Pete cried, when we'd finished playing the song a 5th time. "I can't believe it!" Andy said. "Well, let's look at a couple more songs. If it goes well, will you play with us tonight?" Steve asked. "TONIGHT?" Andy cried, in horror. "Uh yeah," Steve said, blandly. Andy suddenly looked frozen with terror. I could hear the gears of his mind whirling as he tried to find a way out of playing with us. "Nobody here will know you!" Julian said premptively. "So there's no reason to get scared or anything. Besides - nobody'll know if you make any mistakes. If you do make a mistake - just correct it as you go, and do your best!" "But..." Andy said, and he smiled slightly in a hopeful way. "You're the 'Six Shooters' - I'd make seven so that won't work!" "Got that covered!" Pete said grinning. "You'll be our guest star because you won't be playing all the time with us. Just one or two songs per set. So... we'll be 'The Six Shooters with special guest star the 'Hot Scot''!" "'The Hot Scot'???" Andy and I both said together. "Well... it beats 'the Gay Blade'!" Mitchell said. "That was what Van Gogh wanted to call you!" Andy's eyes shot open, then he turned and glared at Craig, causing a few chuckles. "Actually, I kinda like 'the Hot Scot'!" I said. "You would!" Andy said, looking at me with mixed emotions. "Hey! Why don't you give it a try? What have you got to lose?" I said. "If it's awful after the first try.... you don't have to do it again!" Everyone nodded agreement, and looked at Andy, smiling. Andy looked around at all of us, as we all smiled back at him. "Well... I guess I can try it!" he said. "I hope not too many people show up though." We all laughed then. We practiced a few more songs together, and had Andy play along with a couple more. It all went well, so we wrote out a list of songs to play in each set. When we were done, Steve was complaining that he was starving, so we decided to go eat. There was a pub on the corner that had looked interesting, so we decided to go there. Andy started packing his pipes up then. "What are you doing?" Julian asked. "Getting ready to go eat," Andy said. "Why are you packing your pipes?" Julian asked. "They're easier to carry in the case," Andy said. "But... we're not taking them with us. We're all set up - our instruments stay here!" Julian said. Andy's eyes got huge. "I can't bloody well just leave them here!" he cried in horror. Philip who was standing nearby came over and chuckling, he told Andy his pipes would be fine if he left them there, that the doors were all locked. Andy looked at me, hoping I'd say he could bring them, but I chuckled and said, "Give it up! They'll be fine!" Resignedly, but nervously, Andy set his pipes back down, as we all grinned at him. "C'mon! Let's go eat!" Boner said then. We all headed for the door then, with Andy casting nervous glances back at his pipes, which he'd left on the stage with the rest of our instruments. "Relax!" I said. "If anything happens to them, I'll get you new ones!" He still looked nervous anyway. * * * A few minutes later we were all sitting in the pub, swilling pints of ale, and waiting hungrily for our food. It came quickly, and we ate it ravenously. After we'd eaten, we each had another pint, then got up to head back to the Liquid Room to get ready for our first set. There was just a half hour until the doors opened, and we played our first set a half hour later. "Erm...John," Andy said, looking uncertainly at me, as we walked out of the pub. I'd noticed he'd been quiet all through dinner, but chalked it up to stage-fright over his upcoming performance with us. I expected he was going to try and get out of playing. "Yeah?" I asked. "Do you think I could borrow your credit card?" he asked. I raised my eyebrows and looked curiously at him. He'd never asked to borrow money from me before. "Sure, but-" I started to say. "It's a surprise!" Andy interupted. "OK," I said. "Can I have the card then please?" he asked. "Now?" I asked. "Yes," he said. "OK, but remember we play in just a half hour" I said. I pulled my wallet out and extracted my American Express card and gave it to him. "Hey Whizzer! You're not running off on us are you?" Pete asked. "And leave my pipes?!?!?" Andy asked in mock horror. "I think not!" We all chuckled. "Thank you John. I'll join you in a few minutes!" Andy said, and he dashed off down the street. "He is coming back, isn't he?" Pete asked, looking questioningly at me. "Yeah," I said, not 100% convinced that he really was. Suddenly I remembered I had wanted to find a couple minutes while Andy was away from us to outline my plan for taking him to visit his aunt the next day. I told the guys all about it, and they all thought it would be fine to go visit Doreen. They all said they'd keep it a secret too. We headed to the bar then. * * * As we were finishing up playing through a new song I'd just finished writing, that I'd been inspired to write after our night in Whitby, Andy walked into the bar with a bag in his hand, and my credit card in his other hand. "Here you are!" he said, handing me the card. "Thanks! What'd you get?" I asked. "Well," Andy said, smiling shyly. "I was thinking while we were eating. If I'm the 'Hot Scot' - I need to look Scottish! I could wear my new kilt you got me, but that's a good dress kilt! It wouldn't go with your look at all - so... I thought about it and decided to buy myself this!" Andy opened the bag and pulled out another new kilt! We all looked at him in surprise. "This is an ordinary, everyday, casual kilt!" Andy said. "It goes better with your casual blue jeans look! I used to wear everyday kilts when I visited my Grandda here in Scotland as a wee lad! So, I thought I'd get a new casual kilt, which I can wear when I play with you as well! Don't worry, even along with the extra Sporran, belt, hose and flashes, it cost very little really!" With that he began wrapping his new 'casual' kilt around himself. "You're wearing it over your jeans?" Craig asked. "No Craig! This is how you change into a kilt in public!" Andy replied. We all watched then, as a moment later, after he'd fastened the Kilt at his waist, he reached up under it, and a fiddled around. A moment later, his jeans dropped to the floor, and he kicked off his sneakers and pulled them off, then he sat down in a chair and pulled on his new hose (socks) and flashes (bands that hold the hose up), and put his sneakers back on. "Nifty!" Boner said, smiling, as we all admired Andy's new look. "It's nice Andy, but it's not YOUR tartan!" I said, a little confused. "Oh yes it is!" Andy said, grinning. "It may not be a Clan McDougall tartan, but, this is one of my Mum's clan's tartans! I descend from her clans as well as my father's. And, it's the same pattern as the ones my grandda and I used to wear when I visited him here as a child! I was chuffed when I found it. I'd just expected to pick up a different McDougall tartan, but this brings back many fine memories!" "Well, isn't that cool!" I said, grinning. Andy smiled broadly. "OH!" he said suddenly. "The same clerk was there. He helped me again. He said he's going to stop by later to hear us play!" "'Us' huh?" I said, grinning. "You're really getting into this - aren't you?" "Actually," Andy said, ignoring my jibe, and smiling. "I am." "I think that clerk's got a 'thang' for you Andy!" Mitchell said, waggling his eyebrows up and down and grinning lewdly. Uncharacteristically, Andy blushed profusely and looked embarrassed. "Um... I was just picking on you Whizz!" Mitch said, when he saw how red Andy had gotten. "I know," Andy said. "It's... well... actually, I think you might be right!" "Oh?" I said, raising and eyebrow and looking at Andy with feigned concern. "Oh stop John!" He cried, grinning. "It's just that when he was helping me try my kilts on, both yesterday, and again today, I got the impression he was checking out 'my package' as you sometimes like to call it!" "Oh really?" I said, pretending to look even more concerned. "Yes!" Andy said, glaring at me a little. "Is that so hard to believe?" "Of course not!" I said, grinning. "The 'bigger' question is," Craig asked, grinning laciviously. "Did you get hard?" "Aw Jeeze!" Boner drawled, trying to sound disgusted, although I saw he was hiding a smile. "Not over him!" Andy snorted incredulously, grinning. As we all chuckled, he added, "He got one over me though!" "So you were checking him out then?" I asked, incredulously, as everyone laughed again. "Of course not!" Andy cried, indignantly. "I just was curious to see if I was right that he was checking me out! And I was!" "So... if you don't wear any pants under your kilt... how do you hide it if you get excited?" Craig asked. "Aw man!" Boner groaned. This time he looked genuinely perturbed. "OH!" Andy said. "Thank you for reminding me!" We all watched as he dove again into the bag he'd brought in with him and extracted a fur-covered bag, similar to, but not as fancy as the one he'd worn as a sort of fanny pack (only in front of him) with his McDougall dress kilt when we went to the tattoo. "Grandda always said 'When there's lasses about - thank the good lord for a sporran!'" Andy said, grinning, as he put on a belt and the furry pouch, which completely and effectively covered the front of his crotch. "I guess I'll have to change 'lasses' to 'lads' in my case though!" he muttered. We all laughed again. "Can we please finish rehearsing now?" Boner said. "Won't be long and we'll be on!" Andy suddenly looked a little funny to me. "You OK?" I asked. "I'm fine," he said. "Although, I'm a tad nervous again about playing with the lot of you!" "You'll do just fine Whizzer!" Boner drawled, grinning at him. "Wanta warm up a little with us?" "Certainly!" Andy said, grinning. "Well, get your pipes and let's go!" Boner said. Andy looked around a moment, then a look of horror crossed his face, when he didn't see his bagpipes anywhere. "Where are they?" he suddenly shrieked with alarm. Julian chuckled and said, "Relax Whizz, they're over here in one of Mitch's drum cases. We didn't want 'em to get hurt." "Oh!" Andy said, looking greatly relieved. "Thank you!" We all chuckled as he went and got his pipes. He stood in the corner tuning them for a minute, then joined us and we played through a couple of songs he was going to do with us again. "We're ready to open the doors," Philip called from the bar, as we ended a song. "Are you all set?" "Yup," I called to him. "We'll go hang back stage til it's time to play!" "Very good!" he said. "It'll be about a half hour." "OK, Thanks!" I called back to him. "C'mon, let's go wait in back," I said. * * * The half hour seemed to take forever to pass, but finally, it was time for us to play. "Where the Hell are Evan, Jeremy, and the boys?" I asked, looking at my watch. I'd peered out front and they hadn't arrived yet. "They'll be here soon enough!" Boner said. "Meantime - we gotta play! Whizz... how about you wait back here until we play our opening number, then we'll introduce you and you can join us to play 'Amazing Grace'." "OK," Andy said, looking very nervous. "You'll be great!" I said, smiling. I leaned over to give him a quick peck on the lips then. As I kissed him, he began kissing me back, and we continued our lip-lock for several seconds. When we parted, I noticed that the others were all staring at us. With the exception of Craig, they had funny looks on their faces. It was then I realized they'd never really seen Andy and I being quite that intimate together. "Problem?" I asked, looking around. "No!" "Not at all," "Uh...no..." "No, c'mon we're late!" were the answers. Smiling, I winked at Andy, then followed the others out on stage, as Philip's voice came over the sound system introducing us. The club was about half full when we walked out on stage, to a luke warm applause. It seemed rather strange to be given such an ambivalent welcome, after all our previous concerts back in the states, where teh applause had been wild. Of course there, we were well known by our audience, since we had only ever performed at our school and in our immediate community. I introduced us, and we launched into 'Devastated Dreams'. By the time we finished, most everyone was looking our way, and I could see they were enjoying our music. When we finished, the applause was much warmer, causing us to all grin at one another. I was happy to see Jeremy, Evan, and the boys walk through the front door just then. Grinning they waved to us. "Guys... your table's up here," I said, motioning to a table I'd reserved for them, next to the stage. "Sorry folks. Some friends of our's. Now... with no further ado, we'd like you all to help us welcome our special guest star - 'The Hot Scot'!" As the applause started, I saw Evan, Jeremy, and the boys freeze and look up at us. Then, as Andy walked out onto the stage, to stand between me and Boner, I saw Jeremy mouth the words "OH MY GOD!", as they all looked incredulously up at Andy. "Ready?" I whispered to Andy. Nervously, he nodded. "OK," I said into the microphone. "We'd like to play our rendition of 'The Dropkick Murphy's' 'Amazing Grace'!" As the Evan, Jeremy, and the boys sat down they looked at each other incredulously. "Lead off," I muttered to Andy. With that, trying to look at just a spot on the wall across the room, Andy filled his bag with air, hefted his pipes and began playing. When Andy's solo portion ended, we joined in, as Andy led us through the entire song. We sounded just like 'The Dropkick Murphy's', and we received a long applause for our efforts. Evan, Jeremy and the boys were all grinning incredulously and whistling as they applauded wildly for us. Andy looked very relieved, and couldn't stop grinning. I thought his eyes were glinting a little, as if he had tears in them. Grinning, I told the audience 'The Hot Scot' would return later. Everyone applauded loudly again, as Andy joined Evan, Jeremy, and the boys at our table off to the side. They immediately jumped on him, firing several questions at once at him. Grinning, I announced our next song - a rendition of White Snake's "Here I go Again", which was quite popular. Across the room, I saw Philip on the phone behind the bar. He was grinning widely and holding his cell phone in the air, so that whoever was on the other end could hear us. For our next song I announced we were playing a new song, never performed anywhere before - "Makin' Love in a Graveyard". Looking down at Andy, I saw his eyes fly open with surprise. As we played, and I sang the words to the song I'd started writing after Andy's and my tryst in the cemetery in Whitby a few nights earlier, I saw tears welling in Andy's eyes, and his jaw trembling. I hadn't told him about the new song, and although it was written generically enough so anyone listening would think I was singing about a girl, unless they knew I was bi, Andy knew the song and the words were for him. The audience applauded and whistled loudly when we finished! Andy was all grins too! Our next song was a take off on The Goo Goo Dolls "Better Days" which also was a hit. * * * The rest of the evening went wonderfully. The place was packed during our second and third sets. Everyone loved it each time we invited Andy to play with us. The clerk from the shop where Andy got his pipe and kilts from came in in time for the last set. He joined Evan, Jeremy, and the boys at our table, and seemed to really like our playing. I couldn't help but notice though that he did seem to be watching Andy quite a bit, and he wore a hint of arousal on his face, and in his crotch! The other guys noticed too and kept exchanging grins and looks. Poor Andy caught on and kept shooting them glaring looks, which only made their grins widen. Eventually, we finished our sets. Philip came over and heartily thanked us, and handed me an envelope with our pay in it. We talked a few minutes with him, over a round of drinks he'd had delivered to the table, then he had to get back to work. We finished our drinks while we packed our instruments up. We'd have stayed longer, as the bar was open for another half hour, but we were all tired, and we were hitting the road again in the morning, so we opted to head back to the hotel. The shop clerk who had taken a fancy to Andy was still sitting with us, and was disappointed we were leaving. "What are your plans for tomorrow?" he asked Andy rather shyly. Everyone looked surprised - especially Andy! "Bold little sucker, isn't he?" Boner muttered softly to me. "I'll say," I said, as Andy blushed deeply, and stammered that we were leaving the city to continue our tour. "Oh," the clerk said, obviously disappointed. "Well, it's been very nice meeting you. Here's my card... in case there are any problems or questions regarding your purchases of course! Please feel free to drop by anytime you get back to Edinburgh!" "Um...yes," Andy said, taking the card from him, still flustered. "Thank you! It was nice meeting you." The clerk held out his hand then. Andy had no choice but to shake it. We all watched with amusement as the clerk prolonged things, in order to hold onto Andy's hand longer. After several seconds, poor Andy began to look very uncomfortable. Finally, I cleared my throat pointedly, and gave the clerk a look when he glanced in my direction. He immediately let go of Andy's hand, nervously said good-bye to the group, and quickly bustled away. "Thank you John!" Andy said, heaving a sigh, and making a face as he wiped his hand on his shirt. "Told ya he had a 'thang' for ya!" Mitchell chortled. Everyone laughed then. Eventually, even Andy grinned and laughed along with us. "OK, how about we head for the hotel?" Boner asked, yawning. "I'm beat!" "I agree!" I said. We all gathered our things up then, and headed off. As we were about to go out the door, Philip ran up again with a bottle of Drambuie in his hands. "When I spoke with George earlier, he said I should give you lads a bottle of Scotland's finest, so that you could enjoy a wee dram before turning in for the night!" he said, handing me the bottle. "How nice! Thanks!" I said, grinning. All the others grinned and thanked Philip too, then we left, and went back to the hotel. When we got back to our rooms, I told the other guys to go dump their things and grab glasses from their room and come back to our's to get a nightcap of Drambuie, since Philip, and George, had been so nice to think to give us the bottle. They all came back a couple minutes later, and I poured glasses for everyone. We toasted ourselves, then said good-night to one another, and everyone went back to their rooms, with the remnants of their drinks. We were all so tired from such a full day, that we all quickly finished our drinks and collapsed into our beds, and went directly to sleep. Nobody, not even the boys, had enough energy to have sex! Everyone slept soundly that night as well... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next chapter in this series will be published shortly.