Date: Fri, 9 Nov 2007 21:10:15 -0800 (PST) From: Thomas Gaige Subject: My Step-Brother Jacob - Chapter 92 Copyrighted 2006: This story is protected under US copyright law. No part of it may be reproduced in any way without the express written consent of the author. The author grants www.nifty.org and its mirror sites permission to post the story on their websites. DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of homosexual activities. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it! My Step-Brother Jacob Chapter 92 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------- "OH!... Almost!" John gasped. He was half laying/half kneeling - face down - on the bed. The right side of his head and his shoulders were pressed down firmly against the mattress. His back was arched though, so that his butt was sticking up in the air. And, his knees and lower legs were planted apart from one another. As the early morning sun seeped into the hotel room around the edges of the curtains, Scott, who was kneeling on the bed behind his brother, in the space between John's legs was swiftly moving his hips back and forth a few inches, as his stiff penis slid in and out of his brother's rectum. "Me too!" he gasped, between labored breaths, as the bed squeaked slightly with his rhythmic movements. "Mmmmmmmmm..." John moaned softly, smiling a little as the head of his brother's dick rubbed roughly, but pleasantly, back and forth over his prostate. It felt like he was jerking off, only from the inside of his ass, and at that moment, he was scant seconds from reaching his climax! Scott's face darkened a little as too neared orgasm, and his blood pressure rose a little more. He closed his eyes, and started fucking his brother a little faster. His mouth opened some more, as his breathing became heavier still. "Ooohhhh!!!" John whined in a soft high-pitched voice as he felt his twin speed up. He squeezed his pelvic muscles slightly, to try and hold off his explosion as long as possible, knowing the longer he could wait, the better it would feel. Panting a little, Scott felt his brother's rectal grip on him tighten slightly, and his face twisted slightly with passion, as he too fought to hold his own orgasm back. Suddenly John felt his sinuses expand. He groaned loudly then, and Scott felt his brother's asshole clenching his dick tightly, as John fired a large glob of semen from his penis, onto the sheet beneath him. Immediately, his seminal fluid began to saturate the bedding immediately around the glob of cum. "AAAwwwwwww!!!" Scott gasped, a moment later, as his cock sank deep into his brother, and just as John's sphincter relaxed, his nasal passages opened fullyt too, and he blew a gush of spunk deep inside John. "Oohhhmmmnnn!!" John moaned, as his body spasmed again, and he wet the sheets still more. "Fuckkk!!" Scott gasped, coating the insides of John's rectum with more semen. John's tunnel suddenly felt slipperier to him, as his jism began to act as additional lubricant. "Ohhh...Mmmm..." John squealed then moaned, as he tensed up and blew more cum into the middle of the already good-sized wet spot that was forming under him. Scott groaned and flooded JOhn's insides yet again. Both the boys' orgasms began to abate then, and although he continued fucking John, Scott's hip action slowed, as the time interval between the boys' spasms lengthened, and their intensity lessened. After a moment, their orgasms ended. Scott continued pumping in and out of John though, but much slower. He smiled when he suddenly he felt his brother's asshole squeeze his dick again, more gently this time, and heard him moan almost inaudibly, as some residual cum oozed from his penis, dripping from its tip, into the middle of the mess he'd made on the bed. Scott's smile was whisked away, as he too too felt one more shiver of joy ripple through him, and he too seeped the last of his semen into his brother's love tunnel. When it was over, Scott pushed himself forward, burying his already softening penis as deep inside John as he could, then he bent forward over John's back, and wrapped his arms around John's belly, and gave him a hug. "Damn that was fine!" he growled, smiling to himself. "Fuck yeah!" John agreed, savoring his brother's warm embrace. He loved Scott very much, but it was usually only these times, right after they'd fucked, when Scott became physically demonstrative of his feelings for him. John loved the feeling of being wrapped in his brother's arms - especially when Scott would hug him. Sometimes, but not often, Scott would even kiss John's shoulder, the back of his neck, or his ear, nearly bringing tears to John's eyes. Each time they had sex, John would wait, hoping for such an expression of his brother's feelings, but most of the time, it never came. The two remained still for a minute, still coupled, Scott hugging John, until their breathing had returned to normal. John was overjoyed a minute later, when Scott gave him an extra squeeze, and a kiss on the side of his neck. "That was fucking awesome! You are SO mad hot Bro!" Scott murmured, and kissed him a second time. "You are too Scotty!" John rasped, his voice full with emotion. Then, as Scott's penis had shrunk fully back to normal, and John had flexed with excitement over his kisses, it had suddenly slid out of John's hole. Scott smiled again, and climbed off John, who felt a pang of disappointment that his brother had left him. Quickly though, John got up and reached for the Kleenex box. He ripped a few from it, wadded them up, and stuffed the wad between his buttocks, up against his anus, as chuckling, Scott reached for a few himself, which he wrapped all around his still slick, dripping, dick. "Messy, but really nice!" Scott said, smirking a little. "Yeah," John agreed. Ruefully he added though, "At least you get to just dry your dick off. I have to wait for your stuff to dribble back out of me!" Scott snickered and smirked at his brother a little, until JOhn muttered "asshole". This of course brought a chuckle from Scott. "C'mon," Scott said, unwrapping the kleenex from his still somewhat moist and sticky dick and tossing it in the trash. "Let's go hit the shower, before everyone gets up." "OK," John said. Both picked up their jeans and pulled them on commando style, and grabbed a towel off the rack by the sink. Scott picked up their shared bottle of shampoo as well, while John snatched up their soap-on-a-rope. Then, Scott turned toward the door into the hallway. At the same time, John turned and started to walk toward the door that lead into our room. "Hey Dufus - wrong door!" Scott said, grinning. "I know that!" John snapped. "We should tell John where we're going though!" "That's Bullshit! We don't need permission to go to the shower!" Scott said. "Besides, he'll figure out that's where we are, if he even wakes up before we get back." "Oh shut up," John said, "I'm gonna tell him where we are. Don't want to start the day with him pissed off at us!" "Oh fine!" Scott grumbled, and he turned to follow John, who was knocking lightly on the door into our room. Nobody answered his knock. John knocked again, and again nobody answered. "See?" Scott hissed. "They're sleeping yet!" Glaring at Scott, John tried the doorknob, and found the door wasn't locked, so he opened the door. * * * As the door opened, John peered into our room. "He's not there!" he hissed to Scott. Then giggling, he added, "But Andy is. Hey Scott - you gotta check this out! C'm'ere!" "What is it?" Scott asked curiously, leaning toward his brother to peer into the room better. "Look!" John said, still chuckling, and pointing at Andy. "Holy Shit!" Scott said, grinning. "I can't believe how big it is!" John said, staring at Andy incredulously, who was lying on his back, with his legs splayed, fast asleep. He was apparently having a great sex dream, as was evidenced by a tall lump under the duvee in the region of his crotch. The twins looked at each other then, and as each felt his own dick starting to tingle again, a conspiratorial look crept into both their eyes. Nodding slightly, Scott's grin widened, and he motioned for John to follow him. The two tip-toed into the room then, and approached Andy. When they reached the bed, John felt his penis begin seriously burgeoning, as he gazed at Andy's left armpit, which was fully exposed. John loved guys' armpits, and he found Andys', with his scant, but firm muscle tone in his chest and upper arms, and their fine, whispy tufts of flaxen hair, extremely arousing. John's eyes got bigger then, as Scott gently lifted the duvee up off of Andy, and pulled it down, fully exposing Andy's naked body. As he did, Andy's penis, which had been held in place in its standing position by the duvee, flopped down, so it was lying against his lower abdomen, pointing directly up at his face. Unbeknownst to the boys, who were busy paying attention to Andy, watching to see that he didn't wake up, I, who had just trotted down the hallway to take a dump, had returned to our room. I'd very quietly unlocked and opened the door, so as not to wake Andy, as we had some time before we needed to get ready to go, and I knew he liked to sleep in. I opened the door, just as Scott was pulling the duvee off Andy. Startled by their presence, but managing to remain silent, I quickly stepped into the room, then noislessly shut the door. As I turned around and saw Scott exposing the sleeping Andy, my eye brows shot up. I decided to stand absolutely still then, to see just what their plans were. "Damn!" Scott whispered. "Jake said he gets big when he gets hard, but Christ! He's almost as big as John! And look at the thickness of his piss tube! Bet he blows a river when he jizzes!" "I know!" John replied, also in a hushed whisper. Then he added, "Isn't it gorgeous though?" Scott grinned and said, "Dude! You SO want it don't you!" John blushed, and shyly nodded. "And I thought it was John's dick you wanted to sit on!" Scott snickered softly. My eyebrows shot up a little as I waited for John's reply. "God no!" John gasped. "His is too big. He'd rip me open!" Scott grinned, then looking at Andy's genitals, he said, "Well, Andy's not much smaller than John. You think you could take his?" "Remember that Chinese cucumber we shared the week before we came over here?" John asked. Grinning, and reaching for his crotch and giving it a squeeze, Scott nodded. All I could think was "What the fuck did they do with a cucumber?" "Well, the end that was up my ass was the size of Andy's cock!" John said. "So I think I could handle him!" Scott grinned, and squeezed his genitals again, but said, "I sure couldn't!" John snickered and said, "That's why I let you have the thinner end of the cucumber!" "Thanks!" Scott said. "I sure couldn't'a handled the end you were doing!" John smiled and said, "You wanta try it again when we get home? I really liked both of us fucking ourselves together with it like that! It was really cool when our ass cheeks touched when we both pushed down on it and shoved it all the way in!" "It was different!" Scott admitted, as I suddenly had an incredulous vision of the two boys kneeling on the floor with their asses facing each other, each with one end of one of those long thin cucumbers shoved up his ass, each pulling and pushing their asses back and forth, simultaneously fucking themselves on the same dildo. My hand moved to my crotch, just as Scott's had, and I too squeezed my cock, which was quickly stiffening. "I guess if you want, we can try it again, but I'm not really into getting fucked as much as you are." "Bull shit!" John said, grinning. "You made a huge wet spot on the sheets over it!" "OK, OK," Scott said. "All I'm saying is, I prefer doing the fucking. And if you've got thoughts about trying to get Andy to fuck you - because his dick's bigger than mine - think again! He's a bottom - just like you! So maybe you better work on getting John to do you!" John looked surprised, as Scott mentioned his being smaller than Andy, then disappointed suddenly, when he mentioned Andy being a bottom, and surprised again at his suggestion to try and get me to fuck him. "I told you he's too big! Besides - your dick's not too small for me - it's just like mine, and I love it!" John said, causing a smile to form on Scott's face. "But... wouldn't it be weird if we did have sex with John? I mean... he used to have sex with Lynn all the time. I wonder if she ever let him put it up her butt? And - do you think if he was with us, maybe he'd be reminded of her, or get more excited about the idea of being with us, because he used to fuck her?" "EW!" Scott said, grimmacing as an image of his sister with my dick up her ass flashed through his mind. "Christ Man! It's Lynn you're talking about! It sounds so ... dirty and incestuous when you talk about having sex with John, after he's been with her! It's almost like we'd be fucking our own sister if we did! And, I really don't want to think about her having his dick up her ass!" John snickered and said, "You stupid fuck - what do you call what we do all the time? It's incest whether it's straight or gay sex you have with a sib!" Scott snickered as well then, but when he sobered again he said, "Well, it's different having sex with you. We're brothers - twins even. Somehow, it doesn't seem wrong." "I know what you mean, and it's not wrong!" John said. "But - sometimes it's like being fucked by myself when you're inside me!" Scott thought for a moment, then grinned and said, "Yeah, and for me it's like I'm fucking my own hole!" The two grinned, then stifled their laughs as best as they could. John turned back to Andy then, and looked down at him. Scott did too. Suddenly, breathing huskily, and to Scott's and my surprise, John reached down, picked up Andy's dick, and wrapped his hand around it. As he touched Andy, I thought I saw Andy's body flinch slightly. "Feels huge too!" he whispered. Then as Scott and I watched incredulously, smiling lewdly at Scott, John gave Andy's penis a few masturbatory strokes. As a slight smile appeared on Andy's lips, and his breathing pattern changed, both boys froze and stared at him for a moment. As his breathing rhythm returned to normal, John quickly let go of Andy's cock, gently lowering it against his body, so it didn't smack down and wake him up. The two smiled in relief. As they stood staring down at Andy's cock and balls, I noticed both had developed large lumps in their crotches. A moment later, I was shocked still more, when Scott, who always had to one-up his twin, grinned more lewdly than John had, and winked at his brother. Suddenly, he bent forward, and picked up Andy's penis, then to mine and John's complete shock, he opened his mouth and lowered it over Andy's dick! As him mouth came into contact with Andy's penis, it appeared to me that Andy flinched slightly. I was too surprised by Scott's actions to watch Andy though. My eyes riveted on Scott. As Scott sucked up and down a couple times on the top half of Andy's cock, I cringed as I recalled that after using some tissue to wipe himself clean with, Andy had just snuggled up to me and gone to sleep, and he hadn't washed himself after he'd fucked me the night before. Obviously his dick was still coated with a film of lubricant mixed with my shit residue, and his own cum! I almost burst out laughing when Scott suddenly spit Andy's penis out and making a face, looked at his brother and said, "Ewww! Tastes nasty!" As I stifled my laugh, I snorted slightly, and both the boys' heads snapped in my direction. Seeing me, they both froze for a second. Then, both went beet red, especially Scott, who suddenly turned and fled into their room, with John right on his heels, slamming the door behind them. Andy stirred, and without opening his eyes, groaned slightly, as he reached down and drew the duvee back up over him, and rolled onto his side. A moment later, I could tell he was falling back to sleep. As he settled back in, pulling the duvee up over his head, I stepped over to the boys' door, and opened it. * * * As I stepped into the room, both twins looked at me. Each was scarlet-faced, and looked terrified - especially Scott. Shutting the door behind me, I just looked at them a moment. In addition to being embarrassed and scared, I could tell Scott still had the unpleasant flavor of Andy's cock in his mouth. Finally, after a pregnant pause, during which both of their faces darkened a little more, and they looked even more scared, I looked at Scott and said, "So you don't like the flavor of my shit?" Scott's eyes flew open wide, and his face contorted in disgust. "EWWWW!!!" he cried, and he leapt to the sink and opened a bottle of mouthwash that was sitting on the edge of it. I couldn't help grinning as he swigged half the bottle into his mouth and began vigorously swishing it around, and gargling. John noticed my grin, and seemed to relax a little. He too smiled as we watched Scott spit the mouthwash out. Forgetting about any trouble he might be in, Scott spun around then and glaring at me burst out, "You could've told me before I went down on him that he hadn't washed you off of him yet!" Grinning incredulously I stared at him a moment, then said, "Well I never expected to walk in on you molesting my boyfriend to begin with! And furthermore, you went down on him so quickly, who would've had time to stop you?" John blushed and looked worried again, as Scott's temper relaxed, as he realized what I'd said was right. Quickly, he too began to look embarrassed, and worried again. I contemplated the two for a moment, then, just as I was going to say something, John's embarrassment and fear suddenly dissipated, and he looked quizzically at me and said, "But - I thought you were the 'top' and Andy was the 'bottom'??" Also forgetting the potential trouble he might be in, Scott looked up curiously at me too then. I smiled slightly and said, "Don't the two of you ever swap positions?" Both blushed a little again, but Scott nodded, and John said "well, yeah, but not real often." "Well, so do we sometimes," I said. "I didn't think you did," John said. "Well... we do... not too often, but sometimes," I said. "Oh," he said. "Now, how 'bout you tell me what you guys were doing molesting Andy like that?" I asked. Both blushed, and Scott looked down at the floor. "We weren't molesting him!" John protested. "Pardon me, but anytime you handle another person's genitals like you two were doing to him, either if they're aware of it, and don't want you to, or if they're unaware of it, like he was, that's a form of molestation!" I said. "Now! Just what did you think you were doing?" Although Scott couldn't look up at me, I could tell his face was purple with embarrassment. John too was very red-faced. It was he who spoke again. "We were going to go shower, so I wanted to tell you we were going to do that," he began. "You weren't there when we walked in, but Andy was - asleep like you saw. And he had this huge tent sticking up! Well... we couldn't resist. We never saw him hard before!" "OK," I said. "You need to understand though, that it's not right to strip a person who doesn't realize that it's happening either!" "I know," John said. "But we couldn't help ourselves. Besides... it's Andy... it's not like he was some stranger. He's like family to us! And I don't think he'd mind." "Well, maybe we should ask him when he wakes up!" I said. "NO!" Both of them cried, in unison. Even Scott looked up at me then, as the two looked pleadingly at me. "Why not?" I asked. "You seem sure he wouldn't mind that you pulled the covers off him, so you could see his morning wood!" "Please!" John pleaded. "We know it was wrong! It won't happen again! And all telling him will do will upset him maybe! We don't want him to feel bad." "Well," I said. "Apparently you do know that what you did was wrong, and you understand at least one reason why - it can hurt the person who it's done to." "We know," John said. I looked at Scott, who could barely glance at my eyes. He nodded in assent though. "As bad as just uncovering him to gawk at him was," I said. "What you did to him was even worse. You understand that don't you?" "YES!" John cried, frustrated that I hadn't dropped the subject. But then, quickly realizing he deserved it, and looking more mortified than earlier, he feebily added, "I'm sorry. It was my fault. I started it by touching him... it's just... he has such a beautiful prick!" "Yes, he does," I agreed, smiling slightly. Quickly, I rearranged my face into an appropriate stern expression though and added, "But unless he gives someone else permission to touch it, I'm the only person, other than himself who's allowed to touch him there!" They both looked at me a little more fearfully, uncertain if I was possibly mad at them because I felt they'd taken something that was mine as well. "Listen," I said, softening my expressiion and tone a little, because I could tell they knew they'd been wrong. "I know Andy's like a brother to you, but everyone, me, him, each of you - everybody - has the right to privacy, and to expect that nobody, especially someone close to them, will take advantage of them, like you two did to Andy. I seriously doubt he'd mind that you saw him nude, with a hardon. And if he'd been awake at the time when you did, and you looked really curious about it, he probably would even tell you to take a feel of it. But, the way you went about 'stealing' the privilege he might've granted you under other circumstances, was wrong. I don't think he'd like it that you did that to him. Let me ask you this. How would you guys like it if say one of the guys - Craig maybe - snuck into your room while you were asleep, uncovered you, and went down on you?" Scott couldn't hide his smile when he looked up at me with a somewhat devilish look and said, "I know what you're saying, and I promise I won't do it ever again to anyone, but quite honestly, I think I'd like to wake up to someone sucking my dick!" I couldn't hide the slight smirk that flashed across my face, and they both saw it. "That's true Scott," I said. "That can be a wonderful way to wake up. The point is, it needs to be someone you're in a sexual relationship with already, who wakes you up that way. Not someone you've never been with that way!" "I know," he said, looking dejectedly down at the floor. "We won't do it again," John said. "Good! Then enough said," I said. "You're not gonna tell Andy what we did, are you?" Scott asked, looking worriedly at me. "What purpose would it serve?" I said. "I've explained things to you. In honesty, nothing horrible happened. The only thing that might occur if I told Andy, would be he'd feel embarrassed and a little hurt and betrayed maybe. I don't want him to feel that way, and I know you don't either. I've noticed too that you guys and Andy are getting a little closer to each other. I'm glad about that. And I don't want to do anything that'll undermine that. You need not to either! OK?" "Uh huh... and thanks!" Scott said. "Yeah, thanks John!" John said. I stepped over to the boys, and stepped in between then, turned and pushed them apart, to sit between them. Hugging them both to me, and kissing them each on the top of their heads, I said, "I love you guys! I don't want to see anything bad happen to you. And I want you to turn out to be happy, well-liked, and well-respected men! I'm gonna do whatever it takes to see that you turn out that way, so you're gonna get lectured when you do things wrong. This was one of those times. OK?" "OK," they chorused, as I hugged them to me. I released them a moment later, and stood up again and faced them. "So... you wanta tell me what you two did with a Chinese cucumber?" I asked, smiling devilishly at them. The boy's heads snapped up, and both their faces turned bright red as John said, "You were there to hear that too?" "Oh yeah," I said, grinning and waggling my eyebrows. "I have an idea I know what you were doing, but why don't you explain it?" "Do we have to?" Scott whined, looking even more embarrassed. "Well... no," I said. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked I guess. Just... I kinda wondered what you'd done - thought maybe Andy and I could try it." The boys both looked surprised that I might consider trying something so kinky. "Really?" Scott asked finally. "Why not? You did it - right?" I said. Then I added, "And John said you got off nicely whatever it was you were doing!" Scott's head snapped around and he looked at John incredulously. "NO!" I cried, chuckling. "He didn't say anything directly to me about it. I just overheard him say it when you two were talking about it a few minutes ago." "Oh yeah," Scott said, meekly. John smiled shyly, then said, "Well, it really wasn't anything much. We swiped a Chinese cucumber Grandma bought, and took it to our rooms. Then got naked, got on the bed on our hands and knees, butt to butt, greased the whole thing up, and each of us took half the thing up our butts - like a double ended dildo, and fucked each other and ourselves at the same time. It was really cool!" I smiled as I noticed Scott turning a little redder as his brother spoke. "Sounds really cool!" I said, chuckling. "Maybe Andy and I will try it sometime." "Just be careful you don't get one that's too fat!" Scott, who still looked embarrassed, said. "Don't worry, we'll be careful about that!" I said. "Thanks for sharing that with me. Now - it's time for you guys to hit the shower!" "OK," they chorused again, in a slightly happier tone. I got up, and they did too. "See you in a bit," I said. "OK," they said again, and headed for the door. I turned and headed back to mine and Andy's room too. * * * When I walked back into the room, Andy pushed the duvee down and looked at me. Grinning suddenly he said, "too bad I didn't wash my willy after we shagged last night! I'd have liked to see how far they'd have gone!" "You were awake?" I cried, grinning incredulously. "They're not the quietest lads when they're sneaking around!" he said, grinning. "Christ!" I said. "So you're OK then with them checking you out, and molesting you?" Grinning, Andy nodded, and said, "Maybe if you hadn't let on you were standing there, John would've tried mounting me!" "Would you have liked that?" I asked, looking closely at him. "Well, John, I'm sure it would have been pleasant, but as for me, I prefer your cock! It's bigger!" he said, grinning. I smiled and said, "Well, thanks!" "Anyway, you weren't too hard on them were you?" he asked. "No," I said. "Enough so they'll never do that again to anyone though." "Well that's good!" Andy said. "I really didn't mind their curiosity, and John's hand, and Scott's mouth felt great. But I'm me. I'm sort of like an older brother to them, so it wasn't really such a bad thing they did. But, they can't go around doing that to others! And yes John, if they'd gone any further, I would've stopped them." "Thanks!" I said. "I'm glad you're not upset by it." "I'm fine," Andy said. "Cool!" I said. "But... how come you let Scott suck your dick? I never let you suck on mine after it's been up your ass." "I know," Andy said. "You have to admit though John, that I was caught rather off-guard. I never expected the lad to use his mouth on me! And by the time I'd thought to stop him, it was over. He'd noticed the foul taste, and stopped! Then you were there! So I figured the best thing would be for me to continue 'sleeping'." "Hmmm... true," I said, smiling wryly. "I expect that experience alone will keep Scott, and John too, from going down on anyone who they're not sure has a clean dick! I guess it was a good lesson for them. I'm just sorry they 'used' you!" "I'm fine John," Andy said. Then he grinned lewdly and added, "I'm rather revved up though, and I think my arsehole's back to normal. Feel like giving it a poke?" Instantly I felt my cock lurch, and I grinned. "If you're sure!" I said. "Most definitely!" Andy replied, and he reached for the lube. Grinning, I stepped over to the door into the twins' room, twisted the lock, then ripped off my clothes and strode quickly to the bed, where Andy was already waiting for me holding his legs, which he'd pulled up, apart for me, so that his ass cheeks were fully spread, and his still somewhat puffy looking, pink rosebud was winking at me. "You're sure? You look a bit swollen yet," I said. "YES John! I'm sure! Now get to work down there!" Andy cried. Grinning at me, and breathing heavily with anticipation already, Andy handed me the tube of lubricant. Grinning back at him, I took it, opened it, and squirted some into my hand, which I then slathered all over my cock. Then I reached for Andy's ass and gently probed his pucker with a greasy finger. As I pushed gently on Andy's anus, my finger slid easily right through it, and a happy smile appeared on Andy's lips, as I gently probed deeper inside him with it. "Mmmm..." Andy moaned happily, as I finger-fucked him for a minute. Soon, I slid a second finger through Andy's sphincter, and he moaned a little louder, as I began fucking him with both fingers. "Give me your dick now!" Andy gasped in a whispy voice a minute later. Smiling, I got into position, and lowered the head of my cock to Andy's anus. As I pushed against it, I could tell he was pushing back. Slowly and steadily then, as I pushed, Andy's hole stretched open, and my cock slid through it, and continued moving deep into his body, as he moaned with carnal pleasure. A couple minutes later, after giving Andy a minute to get used to my presence inside him, I began slowly fucking him. Within a minute, I was fucking Andy at a moderate pace, and both of us were gasping or moaning intermittently. All too soon, I felt my orgasm beginning to build, and couldn't stop myself from speeding up a little. This appeared to have a pleasant affect on Andy, who noticeably became more aroused, and began moaning more steadily, as his hips began to squirm about under me. This of course excited me even more! As we both moved closer to cumming, I continued gradually speeding up my thrusts, and Andy squirmed more and more underneath me. His moans became higher pitched, and more urgent, and I felt his body tense up a little, as I held him in my arms. Soon, Andy wasn't just squirming anymore. He was literally thrashing about, and both of us were gasping for breath. Then I saw Andy's left hand grab a wad of the duvee and squeeze it tightly. I knew he was about to climax. I was nearly at my peak as well. Desperately needing to send us both over the edge, I began pounding my cock in and out of Andy, and he started grunting and groaning continually, as he tensed up and his face screwed up. "OOOOOOHHHHhhhhh!!!" he cried, shrilly in a straining tone suddenly, as I felt his sphincter tightening around my shaft, and a spray of warm wetness grazed my chest. Andy's climax served as a catalyst for my own orgasm. With a groan, I shoved my dick deep into Andy's bowels, and held my position inside him for a split second, just long enough to pump a huge gush of cum into his intestines. "Oh Johnnnn!" Andy gasped, as his head snapped passionately up and to the left, and I felt his hole closing around me again, and another warm, moist blast to my belly. "Awwww!!!" I grunted, as I spasmed with pleasure and flooded Andy's rectum again. "MMmmmmmmnnnn!!!" Andy moaned, squirting me with more spunk. "Mmmmm...." I moaned in reply, as I slammed my hips downward again, and injected him with still more semen. Shortly, I felt my orgasm beginning to wane. Andy must've felt the same, as well. When he spasmed the next time, he moaned more softly, and his ejaculation wasn't as strong. His grip was looser, and instead of steaking me with strings and dots of his jism, this time, he oozed a large glob, that pooled in his navel. At the same time, I squeezed off another glob as well, that flowed with much less pressure, albeit still pleasureably through my cock, and into Andy's insides. "Oh John!" Andy gasped, after trembling through a final spasm of pleasure. Grinning, I leaned down and kissed him on the lips, as the last of my cum dribbled out of me, and into him. "Bugger that was Brilliant!" Andy exclaimed when I pulled my mouth from his. "Yeah!" I grinned. I sprawled on top of Andy then, leaving my shrinking cock inside him yet, and hugged him tightly. "What a nice way to start the day," Andy murmured happily. "I'll say," I said, as the two of us breathed deeply yet. "Do you think the boys are done in the shower?" Andy asked. "Might as well head down and see if it's free," I said. I pulled my dick from Andy's ass then, and started to get off him. It was then I saw the puddle of his cum in his navel. "Mmmmm!!!" I said, and grinning, leaned down and used my tongue to scoop most of it from his indentation. Andy smiled, and said, "As much as I love when you shag me, that's the one thing I miss - a mouthful of your spunk!" Chuckling I leaned over him and said, "I'll share your's with you if you want." Andy smiled, and I leaned in and kissed him again, and let some of his cum that was still in my mouth, flow into his mouth. We both swallowed then, as we continued kissing. When we parted, Andy said, "Thank you John... although, I prefer your flavor to mine!" I chuckled and said, "Personally, I prefer your's. I think your's has a more delicate, sweeter taste." "Exactly!" Andy said. "Your's is stronger and tangier I think, and I prefer it to my own!" We grinned at each other, then I got up, and reached for the tissue box. "Need a cork?" I asked, noticing that Andy was keeping his legs up, so that his asshole, which was still gaping open a little, was tilted upward. "That would be nice thank you," Andy said, looking a little annoyed. "If you didn't spunk quite so much, or maybe if your willy wasn't so thick, I might not stay open so much, and then I wouldn't leak so much afterward!" Chuckling, as I wadded some Kleenex into a ball, I said, "Are you complaining?" "NO!" Andy cried. "I love your dick just like it is, and I love all your spunk too!... It's just annoying to lose it all before I can get to the loo!" Laughing, I reached down and stuffed the wad of rolled up tissues up against Andy's asshole, and pushed, so that it lodged a little in his opening. "Thank you John," he said, as he finally lowered his legs. I grabbed some more Kleenex then and tossed some to him, so he could clean up his torso, and with the rest, I started wiping my own chest. "You know," I said. "And I'm not complaining either. But, you sure do shoot a lot yourself!" Andy grinned at me then, as I chuckled. Shortly we'd cleaned ourselves up and dressed adequately enough to run down the hallway to the shower. Luckily both it and the toilet were free, so while I showered, Andy sat on the pot and let my love juice seep back out of him. By the time he was done emptying, I was just finishing up in the shower, so he jumped in, while I ran back to our room. Shortly, Andy joined me, and soon we were dressed and packed. * * * Julian was lying on his stomach, still sleeping, with his face turned toward Steve, when Steve woke up. Yawning, Steve laid staring over at him for a couple minutes, as his back rose and fell slowly and rhythmically with his breathing. As he watched Julian, he thought about the past couple days. He wasn't entirely happy yet over the situation that had developed between them, when the night before, lonely and having had a few beers, they'd gotten more intimate with one another than he normally would have with any other guy. Never-the-less, he couldn't help but feel a warmth in his chest for the boy who was lying a few feet away, oblivious that he was being observed as he dreamed on. Steve knew that Julian didn't have many friends, other than their group, and that he really wasn't that close to any of them as yet. Also, before their talk last night, he'd never mentioned ever having a girlfriend, which Steve had wondered about - more so after what had occurred between them. Either way though, Steve realized, Julian must be pretty lonely, and he felt sorry for him. No matter what, Steve knew he was a nice guy. Having mulled all this over, Steve turned his thoughts inward, and he allowed himself to wonder about his own desires. Why had he allowed things to go as far as they had the previous night? He wasn't lonely! He had lots of friends, and most importantly - he had Cindy! As he thought about Cindy, he suddenly realized, he did in fact feel lonely though, as she wasn't there in the UK with him. As he thought about it, he penis, which was in a state of semi-erection, began to swell to its full stature. As his thoughts returned to Cindy, he grinned as he felt himself go fully rigid. Steve gave a silent chuckle and couldn't stop smiling, as he realized he was horny beyond belief for Cindy, and that it wasn't Julian, or what they'd done the night before that had gotten him hard. Still grinning, Steve crawled out of bed, and began to feel around on the floor for his jeans. If everyone was still sleeping, he figured he might as well head down the hallway for the shower, and think about Cindy some more, while he washed his penis vigorously. As Steve found his pants, and straightened up, his foot moved, and he suddenly kicked the nightstand between his and Julian's bed, with a resounding crack. "SON-OF-A-BITCH!" he burst out, loudly. "Wha...???" Julian's head rose up off the pillow, and his eyes opened as slits, as he looked around to see what had suddenly woken him. "Oh Fuck!" Steve muttered. Then a little louder, he said, "Sorry Jewels, I just kicked the night stand." Julian looked up at him and opened his eyes a little more, trying to focus on his face. "You OK?" he asked, as he finally was able to see Steve's face. "Yeah," Steve said. "Just hurts like Hell. Anyway - go back to sleep, I'm heading for the showers." "Oh!" Julian said, and he saw that Steve was wearing only his boxers yet, although he had his jeans in his hands. Julian also noticed the prominent bulge in the front of Steve's boxers, and felt his cock, which was stiff, and lying under him, sticking out to his left side, surge with desire. "OK," he croaked, as Boner pulled his jeans on quickly. "Back in a bit," Steve said, as he zipped his fly carefully over his tenting shorts. Julian smiled slightly, and Steve blushed a little, realizing Julian had noticed his condition. Quickly Steve grabbed a towel, and his toiletries kit and headed for the door. A moment later he was gone. Part way down the hallway Steve and I bumped into each other, as I was just returning from the shower. We each grunted "Hey!" at one another, then Steve asked if the shower was empty. I told him Andy was in it, and he groaned "Great! I'll be waiting forever!" "Not really!" I said, my eyes glinting. "I took care of that for him earlier!" "Oh man! Too much info!" Steve groaned, but at the same time he smiled, as I winked at him. Quickly he changed the subject though and asked what the driving plan was for the day. I told him to stop and grab me when he was finished showering, and we could check out the maps together. He agreed and headed toward the shower, as I headed to our room. Steve couldn't believe it when only a couple minutes later, as he stood waiting, a damp, but grinning, Andy popped out of the shower with a towel wrapped securely around his waist. "Morning," Steve said, smiling. "Good morning Boner!" Andy replied, smiling in return. Andy vacated the shower and headed to our room, and a moment later, Boner was in the shower, soaping up his boner, as grinning, his thoughts focused on the last time he and Cindy had made love. * * * Meanwhile, back in their room, Julian was waking up. Rolling over onto his back, he yawned and stretched, and arched his back. Under the covers, his penis flexed a couple times, making the lump under the duvee rise and fall. As he lowered his arms, Julian's right hand slid beneath the duvee and moved directly for his crotch. He smiled as it slid inside his boxers and wrapped around his cock. As he began stroking up and down his rod, Julian thought about Steve's bulging crotch. His cock felt stiffer than ever as he dry-jacked himself slowly, under the covers. A minute later, realizing he should try to think about something or someone else as he masturbated, Julian threw the duvee off himself, and reached for his back pack, which was on the floor next to his bed. Quickly, he withdrew a tube of lubricant, some of which he squirted into his hand. Then, trying to think about Kelly, he rubbed the jelly all over his penis, wrapped his hand around it, and began jacking off. Julian was disappointed when a couple minutes later, he didn't feel any closer to cumming. In fact, his penis didn't feel as rigid. Unconsciously, he sighed softly, as he allowed his mind to return to the previous night when he and Steve had laid in bed together, pleasuring each other. He frowned as he realized his penis was once again completely rigid. Sighing, he reached for his penis with the middle finger of his left hand, and wiped some lubricant onto his finger. Then, as he began jerking off again, he pulled his knees up and spread them apart, exposing his asshole, which his left hand moved toward. At the same time his thoughts switched from what had actually happened between himself and Steve, to a unsettlingly familiar daydream he'd had more than once the day before. All he could see and feel, as he lay in the same position, was Steve's face in front of his, twisted in passion, as he felt his penis moving swiftly in and out of his rectum, pulling nearly all the way out of him, only to suddenly reverse direction, and plunge firmly back into him. As he thought about this, he pressed his lubricated finger firmly against his anus. A second later, he'd breached his asshole, and felt his finger sliding into his anal canal. Within seconds, he found what he was looking for - his prostate. As he began sliding his hand up and down his cock a little more swiftly, he also began massaging his walnut-sized prostate. Soon, although he wasn't happy about the thoughts he was having as he masturbated, he couldn't deny the fact that he was getting more and more excited, and a small smile spread across his lips. * * * As Julian masturbated and finger-fucked himself in bed, in the shower, Steve's hand was flying up and down his soapy cock, as images and imagined scents of Cindy crowded his mind. All too soon, Steve's climax approached. He didn't care though, as he was happy that it was his memories of Cindy that were helping bring him to orgasm. A few seconds later, his nostrils open wide as he breathed heavily, Steve groaned, and a rope of cum shot from his cock and streaked the tiled shower wall. Grinning, Steve pumped his dick in a nearly violent fashion, and within a half minute, he'd spent himself, and painted quite a pattern of streaks and spots all over the wall. Grinning, he released his penis and moved under the showerhead, to rinse himself clean. Shortly, he was finished showering, and had dried off and pulled his jeans back on. On his way back to his room, Steve stopped by our room to discuss the driving plan. "You have the map yet?" I asked. "I can't find it." "Might be in my backpack," Steve said. "I'll go look." "Might as well come with you," I said. "'k," Steve said. The two of us left then and walked down the hallway toward Steve's and Julian's room. * * * Still lying in bed, Julian's greasy hand was flying up and down his hardon, and the two middle fingers of his left hand were slamming in and out of his anus. He was quickly approaching his orgasm though. Just as he was about to climax, the door to the room opened, and Steve and I stepped inside. "What th-?" Steve started to say. Then a smirk crossed his face for just a moment before he cried, "Oh fucking christ! My mouth dropped open. It wasn't like I didn't think, the guy did those kinds of things, but I hadn't expected to walk in on him doing it. I figured, like the rest of the guys who weren't getting any action on the trip, that he'd wait and soap up in the shower! "Fuck!" Julian cried, as his fingers jammed back into his hole, just as his face contorted, and a stream of semen shot from the head of his cock, and landed in a stripe on his neck and the side of his face. Steve and I stood rooted to the floor in the open doorway, staring at Julian for a moment, who froze as well, with his hand up his ass, and the other one wrapped around his stiff rod, which flexed slightly, as another stream of semen shot through it and landed in a streak on his chest. "Some privacy please?" he cried, in incredulous desperation, looking pleadingly at us, as his face darkened. "oh!" I said, shaking my head, and stepping back into the hallway, as Julian's cock oozed some more cum that puddled on his abdomen. With a somewhat strange look on his face, which also looked flushed, Steve followed me and closed the door behind him. In the hallway, the two of us looked at one another. I couldn't help snorting and chuckling, which finally caused Steve to smile too. I thought it was strange that he wasn't joking around more about it though. "I guess that had to be embarrassing as hell for him," I said, softly. "Yeah," Steve agreed. "Especially with his fingers shoved up his ass like that!" I chuckled and said, "Oh c'mon, don't tell me you don't give your gland a rub now and then?" Steve blushed deeper than he'd looked before, and looked embarrassed. "Steve?" I said. "You've fingered your prostate before too, haven't you?" Steve blushed a little deeper, then said, "well, yeah, but ... not in front of anyone! And it's not something I've ever talked with anyone about!" I chuckled then, and he grinned sheepishly too. A minute later, as we stood there, wondering what to do, the door opened. Julian, who looked very embarrassed, suddenly turned nearly purple and looked at the floor. Quickly he pushed past us, muttering nearly inaudibly that he'd be in the shower. "Hey!" I called after him. "Don't sweat it. It happens to everyone." "Yeah, it's OK man," Steve drawled, softly. Julian didn't reply, but hustled off toward the toilets and showers, so we went back in their room to look for the maps, which Steve did in fact have. * * * About a half hour later, I went around to everyone's rooms and made sure they were all up, and either showered, dressed, and packed, or at least nearly so. I told everyone to meet us in the lobby, with their luggage in 15 minutes, and everyone agreed. 15 minutes later, we all gathered in the lobby, and checked out. We took our luggage to the cars, then returned inside to the diningroom and all had breakfast together. Everyone was in a jovial mood, except Julian, who ate silently, and blushed and looked away whenever Steve or I looked in his direction. After we'd eaten, and were getting up to leave, I sidled over to him and whispered, "You weren't doing anything any other guy doesn't do, and neither of us are going to tell anyone we caught you, so stop looking so freaked about it. Get over it. Christ! The boys all walked in on me and Andy when we were going at it once! Think how embarrassing that was for us!" Julian looked at me in surprise then, as I grinned at him and blushed a little at the memory. "And you'll notice we're all OK," I added. Julian smiled slightly then, and met my eyes finally. "Thanks," he said, softly. "You're welcome!" I said. Boner, who was watching us winked and smiled at Julian when he looked over at him then, and Julian nodded slightly. We paid for breakfast and left then, and Julian seemed to return to normal then. * * * "So what're we going to do now?" Scott asked, looking back and forth between Andy and myself, uncertain which of us was leading the day's site-seeing. "Andy's in charge," I said, smiling. Andy gave me a slightly surprised, glance, but then when he noticed everyone was looking to him for guidance, he quickly shifted into tour-guide mode and said, "Well, I expect you lads want to see 'The Loch Ness Monster Exhibition'! Then -" "YESSS!" the twins cried in unison, cutting him off. Chuckling, Andy said, "Well that's the first thing we'll do then! And while we're at it, right there and part of the exhibition is Braveheart Centre. You can all lear about Robert the Bruce and William Wallace and many other interesting things!" "This is all inside, right?" Jeremy asked. "Yes, pretty much," Andy said. "Why?" "Well, it looks kinda damp out, that's all!" Jeremy replied. Andy smiled and said, "Well, this should work out then!" "What are we going to do afterward Andy?" Harry asked. "Well," Andy said. "We're rather close to the Castle Urquhart, and it would be a shame not to stop by and take a look at it." "Cool!" Craig said. "I love all these castles!" "Yeah," Pete said. "Makes you wish you were rich enough to build one to live in yourself!" "Well," Andy said. "Castle Urquhart used to be one of the largest in all of Scotland, but it's a ruin now. It's still most interesting to see though." "Well, it sounds like there's lots to do, so let's stop wasting time talking, and get moving then!" Boner drawled, causing everyone to smile or chuckle. "Very well!" Andy said. "We can actually walk to the monster exhibition. It's just a couple minutes from here. And, I asked at the desk, and we can leave the cars here til we're done there." "Cool," A couple of the guys said. "C'mon then!" John cried. Grinning, we all followed him, as he headed out the door. "This way," Andy called, when we were outside. "Whew, it is kinda damp out this morning!" Mitchell said, shivering slightly, as we all took note of the cool damp mist that seemed to be hanging in the air. It was gray out too, as if it was going to rain. "Enjoy your first experience with true Scottish weather lads!" Andy said, grinning. "The weather we've had the whole time you've been here has been unusually nice! This is more the norm for the UK - especially up here in Scotland!" "Hmmm..." I said, as we all looked around, not as impressed as Andy was. Within a few minutes, we arrived at The Loch Ness Monster Exhibition Centre. "Everyone got your student ID's yet?" I asked, smiling and pointing at the sign that indicated a discounted price for students. Grinning, the guys all dug out their wallets and rooted through them. "I never leave home without it!" Pete chuckled. "Even though it's no good anymore!" Mitchell snorted and added quietly, as we all laughed. After we paid the admission fee, we went inside and spent a good amount of time enjoying the exhibits and films they had about Nessie. * * * At one point as we sat and watched a documentary about Nessie, and several "sightings" that had been captured on film, the twins, who were sitting in front of me, excitedly spun around and exclaimed "That's what we saw last night!!!!!!!!" Chuckling, I shushed them. They both gave me an annoyed look, but quickly turned back to the film and became reabsorbed in it. Andy who was sitting next to me couldn't help chuckling as well. Smirking, I leaned over and whispered, "Here comes Nessie now!", then I slid my hand into his crotch and gave him a gentle squeeze, causing him to jump with surprise. Evan, who was sitting on the other side of him, started to chuckle then, as I quickly released Andy's genitals and withdrew my hand. "Really John!" Andy gasped in a loud whisper in my ear. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that he'd blushed. "Will you two get a room," I heard Boner's low, deep drawl, come softly from behind us, causing me to chuckle even more. Spinning around I saw he and Julian were sitting next to each other. Still chuckling, I whispered, "Maybe you should try it! Once you've had the best you might not go back! Go ahead - grab a hold of Jewels'es Jewels!" Craig, who was sitting on the other side of Boner, leaned forward and whispered, "From the way those two act, I expect Bone's already been there - done that!" As the two of us, and Andy fought to smother our laughter, I couldn't help noticing that both Steve and Julian were acting more seriously upset by our picking on them than I'd have expected. Boner appeared to notice the quizzical expression on my face and quickly, albeit poorly, covered up with "Why don't you shut your face Horse! We're not all like you and Loverboy here!" A couple of the guys went "OOoooohhhhhh!!!!" as Steve glared at me. As I chuckled good naturedly, I realized Steve wasn't in as good natured a mood, and Julian actually looked a little stricken. "Oh calm down," I said, smiling good naturedly at the two of them. "We're just busting on you!" I turned around then, and tried to pay attention to the film. I couldn't though. I couldn't get the serious, somewhat worried, look in Boner's eyes, and the hurt expression in Julian's out of my mind. Suddenly I realized what might be causing the problem I'd noticed between the two of them! I knew Steve had experimented as a young teenager with a mutual friend of our's who was the same age we were at the time. And more than once over the years, while we were watching girls, I'd gotten the distinct impression that his state of obvious arousal wasn't just over the girls we were watching. In fact, I'd wondered a couple times what would have happened if I'd reached down and groped him. It would also explain why when he was younger, he had a penchant for exposing himself to myself and our other guy friends, when he was in fact in a state of arousal. In addition to this, Julian had never mentioned having a girlfriend. Nor did he ever seem overly interested in girls. In the past though, I'd just chalked it up to his shyness. Could it be I was wrong? Could he be gay? Could he, after spending so many nights rooming with and hanging out with Steve have caused him to develop feelings that were more than simply friendly? And, since the two had spent so much time rooming alone together during this trip - a trip which Cindy wasn't along with Steve on... Was it possible that Steve's voracious sexual appetite, coupled with his lonliness for for Cindy, and my knowledge that he'd been with another guy, albeit a long time ago, had awakened in him some other feelings - feelings he wasn't sure what to do about? Moreover - if this had been the case for the two of them - had they actually followed through on their feelings for one another? Because they both seemed too guilty and upset by our goofing around! And I knew there was some conflict between them! "C'mon!" Andy groused, poking me. "Huh?" I said, rousing and suddenly realizing the film was over and people around me were all getting up. "OH!" I said, and got to my feet as well. When I looked at Steve and Julian, both seemed to be trying to avoid eye contact with me yet! "What's wrong?" Andy asked. "You weren't nodding off were you?" "No," I said. "Just thinking. Sorry!" He raised his eyebrows and looked at me. I didn't get a chance to reply before Jacob and Harry were tugging on our sleeves and asking if it was time to go to the gift shop, so the subject was dropped. * * * We did in fact head over to the gift shop next. I found a nice snow globe, the top half of which was the surface of the loch, with its surrounding mountains, and a couple of ruins of castles. The snow fell in the top half. Below the surface of the loch swam a statue in the classic style of the sea serpent Nessie. It was a beautiful thing and played, "Bonnie Dundee". Andy fell in love with it immediately, and was quite happy with it. Of course I also ended up buying the twins, and Jacob and Harry each some T-shirts and hoodies with likenesses of Nessie on them. After I'd paid for the boys' stuff, and Andy's snow globe, I noticed Steve standing alone, looking over some mugs, and couldn't help wandering over. "That's a cool one!" I said, indicating a large travel mug he was looking at. "Mmm hmm," he muttered, not looking up. I noticed his face had turned a little pink though. "Sorry about what I said during the flick," I said. As he turned brighter pink, I added, "Didn't mean to cause any discomfort." Steve's eyes shot toward mine, as his face reddened more. I saw an embarrassed and slightly pleading look in them, before he quickly averted his look. "Guess Van Gogh's remark hit a little close to home, eh?" I continued. Steve's face was dark red by then. "Nothing like that happened!" he hissed, turing to glare at me. His expression was a mixture of anger, hurt, and guilt. I looked at him for a moment, and realized that whatever had happened, he wasn't ready to talk about it, and maybe never would be. I also realized that if I pressed him any further, I'd be seriously overstepping the bounds of our friendship, so I gave him a small smile and said, "Whether anything happened or not isn't a big deal to me Steve. Given my situation, that should be obvious. But if something did happen, it would explain the problem you and Jewels are having, that you don't want to talk about. Anyway, I just want you to know that if you guys really are having a problem, and you need to talk to someone, you can talk to me! You can always talk to me, about anything." Although his color had darkened even more, Steve's look softened into a mostly pleading look. "I know," he said, hoarsely, barley able to look me in the eye. "Thanks. I'm OK though." "OK," I said. I could tell something had indeed occurred between he and Julian, and that whatever it was - there had at the least, been gay sexual connotations, although, due to his unwillingness to talk about it, I expected it went deeper than just connotations. It was obvious that whatever had occurred, not only was embarrassing to Steve, but in fact, seemed to have shaken his confidence in himself, to the point that he couldn't discuss it with anyone, almost as if, if he did, he might find that whatever he'd discovered about himself might actually be true. Even if I'd wanted to say anything else to Steve, I couldn't then, as Craig and Jeremy walked over to look at the mugs as well. Realizing Steve looked pretty upset yet, to keep the guys from noticing, I quickly engaged them in a conversation about the mugs. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Steve smile slightly, and give a small nod, before hastening off to a further corner of the shop, to hide until his color receded. * * * After we'd finished up at the Monster exhibition, and the Braveheart Centre as well, we all headed back to the hotel, to gather our cars, and head up the road to Castle Urquhart. Just as we reached the cars, the sun finally peeked through the mist, and the atmoshere seemed to begin clearing. "Yes!" Pete cried. "Sunshine!" "You wouldn't last very long over here!" Andy said, looking at Pete and shaking his head sadly. Everyone laughed as we got into the cars and took off. About 10 minutes down the road, if that, Andy pointed out Castle Urquhart, to our right, and down the hill toward the loch. "There it is," he cried, grinning, and pointing. "And we park up here, and walk down to it!" "Sounds good," I said, easing off the road, just as the sun began shining fully. "Guess Pete's gonna be happy with the weather!" "Foreigner!" Andy muttered loudly, then he grinned devishly, as the twins, who were riding with us, and I laughed. We all parked then, and taking our cameras, hiked down the hill to the castle, where we spent a little while, crawling around the ruins, exploring and taking pictures. When we'd finished up, and were getting ready to leave, just as I expected one of the boys to ask what we were doing next, and I was going to suggest lunch, Evan spoke up and said, "Did any of you lads notice the sign for the 'Highland Games'?" "What games?" Jeremy asked. "The something Urquhart Highland Games," Evan said. "That would be the Glen Urquhart Highland Games," Andy said authoritatively. "It's a gathering of the clans to compete in a what some call Scotland's version of olympic games. Actually, there are many different atheltic games, piping contests, dance contests, and of course entertainment and food and merchandise booths." "OH!" John cried. "It sounds kinda like our county fairs back home!" "Well," Andy said, pausing to think a moment. "I'm sure it's similar, but with a Scottish flair!" "Food sounds good!" Harry said, looking hopefully at us. "Yeah," Jacob agreed. "Can we go?" The twins chorused. I looked at Andy, who glanced around at the rest. Everyone was smiling and nodding, or saying it sounded good to them. "OK then," Andy said. "Let's go!" "Do you know where it is?" I asked. "Oh yes!" he replied smiling, with a glint in his eyes. "I've been many times. It's always held in the same place. If we hurry, we can see the massed bands!" The guys and I all looked at each other a little surprised, as he suddenly took off up the hill, toward the cars, hollering for us to "hurry along lads!". Grinning, the boys took off at a trot after him. "I expect they'll have beer!" Boner said, grinning at me. It was the first smile I'd seen out of him, since we'd talked back at the Monster Exhibition gift shop. "I'm sure they will," I said, smiling in return. Then I added, "Remember we're driving though!" A few of the guys' smiles faded, and Boner grumbled something unintelligble. I got the distinct impression he would've been happy to find a beer tent and spend the rest of the day and evening there! Quickly, we all hurried after Andy and the boys then. * * * Once we were back on the road, I asked Andy which way to go, and he directed me to drive back toward Drumnadrochit, which I did, with the others following behind. A few minutes down the road, Andy pointed to a sign that said "Blairbeg Park", with an arrow under it. "Follow that sign!" he said. A couple minutes later, we pulled up behind a line of slow moving traffic. "Guess these games are popular, huh?" I asked. "Oh yes John! People come from all over to attend!" Andy said, craning to try and see around the car in front of us. "Are we almost there Andy?" Scott asked. "Aye!" Andy said, lapsing again into his Scottish Brogue. As I snorted and chuckled, he looked at me with annoyance, but in the King's proper English, added, "We'll be there in just a few minutes Scott!" I was still smiling with amusement when the line of traffic began to move a little faster, and to my surprise, we did indeed arrive at the gate a couple minutes later. After we paid to park, I started to go in the direction that the attendant had told me to drive in, but Andy said sharply, "Don't follow his directions John! Go to the left here, and drive all the way to the far end!" "Huh?" I asked, wondering why he didn't want us to park closer. "Trust me, I know where I'm going!" he said, smiling radiantly, and craning to look ahead of us, as I followed his directions. In the rearview I could see Boner looking confused, but he was following us. "There!" Andy cried excitedly a minute later, as we neared the end of the lane through the fields. "Do you see that shield?" "Uh... which one?" I asked. There were at least 3 sticking up in the air on poles up ahead of us. "Oh!" Andy chuckled. "That white one there that says the City of St. Andrew's Pipe Band!" "OK," I said, locating the one he meant. "Try to park as close to that area as you can!" he cried excitedly. I glanced over and was surprised by how excited Andy was. He was nearly bouncing in his seat! I noticed that the twins, were looking at him from the back seat in surprise as well. I found a parking place toward the end of the row,and saw a few others further down, which the guys drove on past us to get to. "Well, let's go then!" I said, as I turned off the car. "May I have the key to the boot please John?" Andy asked. "Sure... what for?" I asked. "Well, I can't go in there dressed like this!" Andy cried, looking at me like I was crazy. "Uh.... why not?" I asked, wondering if we were underdressed or something. "I'm putting on my kilt John!" he hissed. "OH!" I said, chuckling, and handed him the key. A minute later, as the other guys wandered up from their parking places, we all watched curiously as Andy buckled on his kilt over his jeans, and a moment later reached up under it, rooted around a moment, then pulled off his jeans. "It's not like we haven't seen you starkers, or at least in your skivvies before!" Jeremy cried laughing. "You didn't have to go to all that trouble to hide yourself!" As Andy shot a glaring look at Jeremy, Mitchell groaned and said, "Please! I for one haven't seen Andy naked, and have no desire to! Let him change like he did!" Everyone started laughing, as Andy huffed, and looked annoyed. A moment later, our eyebrows all shot up when, he reached back up under his kilt and his briefs suddenly dropped down around his ankles. Even I was surprised by what happened next! "Why don't we just kill two birds with one stone then, as John would say," Andy said, smiling sweetly. Standing facing us, he suddenly hoisted the front of his kilt up and held it aloft for a moment, displaying his genitals for everyone to see, as he added grinning devilishly "Now you've all seen me nude! AND, you all know what a real Scotsman wears under his kilt!" "OHHH CHRISTTTT!!!" Pete cried, grimmacing and turning away. I noticed he was grinning though. "God Damn Whizzer! Lower that thing!" Boner drawled. He couldn't hide the fact that he found it funny though, and started laughing. Interestingly, I did notice that his gaze never fully left Andy's 'display' though! A couple of the others groaned similarly, but of course the rest: Evan, Craig, Jeremy and the four boys all grinned and gawked at Andy's generous endowment. "DREW Mac 'D'!!!" I heard a bellow from behind me suddenly. "Will ya drop that thing fer Christ's sake!" Whipping around, I saw that a large young man, about our age, in a red and green plaid kilt was swiftly bearing down on us, with a mixed look of amusement and happiness on his face. He was looking past me, and as I spun around, to see who he was looking at, Andy's smile lit up at the same time as his face turned as red as the other guy's kilt, and he quickly dropped the front of his own. "Liam!" Andy cried happily, through his embarrassment. "I can't believe m' bleedin' eyes!" the large young man cried, grinning. "I thought t'was you, but didn't think it possible, til' I saw those bloody huge bollocks o' yer's, then I knew t'was you!" Laughing loudly, Liam burst past me and threw his arms around Andy, squeezing him in a strong bear hug, as the rest of us looked on in complete surprise. In addition to being surprised that we'd run into someone who Andy apparently knew pretty well, I was especially curious over Liam's comment on recognizing Andy by his genitals!! Was he just joking, or was there more to it??? After a minute, just as I was going to suggest the bear of a Scotsman release Andy before he broke him, the two finally parted. Grinning they each backed up and looked the other up and down. Suddenly Andy became aware that we were all still there, and were looking curiously at the two of them. Chuckling, he tinged a little pink again, and said, "Sorry lads! Liam! I'd like you to meet my mates. And, lads, this is Liam. I know him from when I'd stay at Auntie Doreen's!" Liam turned and smiled at us, as Andy began introducing us all. As he started on the other side of the circle, I was the last person Liam was introduced to. He looked me up and down carefully, but continued smiling. "So... he's the one? Yeah?" I heard Liam ask in a very low tone, as he leaned in toward Andy smiling and nodding in my direction. Blushing, but smiling broadly, Andy nodded in a coy way, as Liam's smile broadened a little and he stepped back from Andy to take little better look at me. I must've looked either embarrassed, or surprised, because Liam's smile broadened even more when he looked me in the eye and winked and said, "It's OK, we all know Drew's a shirt lifter. He's not the only one in the band who is, and it's OK with us!" I saw Scott mouth the words "shirt lifter???" to his brother, then he and John started to giggle. Liam glanced at them and guessed they were laughing over his terminology, and smiled and winked at them. "Band?" Boner asked, looking curiously at me. I had been so surprised by Liam's acknowledgement that he knew Andy was gay, and that he apparently knew about me too, that I'd missed the part about 'in the band'. Suddenly I too was curious about that part of his remark. I looked at Andy curiously, and noticed he was blushing, and looking guilty. "Um... what's he talking about when he says 'He's not the only one in the band'?" I asked. As I continued looking curiously at Andy, Liam chuckled and said, "I mean there's other band members who're gay too!" "Other band members? What band? And... why are you making it sound like Andy's a member of it?" I asked, turning my attention to Liam. Liam looked confused, and glanced at Andy, who I noticed looked even more guilty and red-faced. "You never told him?" Liam asked, raising his eyebrows. Andy hesitated and appeared to squirm slightly. Finally he said in a guilty tone, "Well... it never really came up!" Liam's eyes grew larger and and he stared at Andy for a moment, before turning back to me. "I know he hasn't been here to play with us for a while, but I can't believe you don't know!" he said, looking at me with a surprised look on his face. "Drew here is a piper in our band - The City of St. Andrew's pipe band. He's one of our best pipers!" "You're in a band?" Craig asked, incredulously, as we all stared at Andy. Andy looked guiltier than ever, and even more red-faced. "Well," he said, a moment later. "It's not the kind of band you guys have. It's a pipe and drum band. And, I actually haven't been active in it in some time now, and there were so many other things going on all the while, that it just never came up." "So you're really in a band?" John asked, grinning. "Well, not any-" Andy started to say, but Liam cut him off. "He most certainly is!" the young Scotsman declared. "Cooool!" the twins oozed together. "Why didn't you tell me this?" I asked, incredulously. "Maybe for the same reason I never told you I piped!" Andy snapped in reply, looking upset suddenly. I remembered then that the reason he hadn't told me he was a bagpiper was because his family had taken the bagpipes his grandfather had given him. Liam was looking strangely at him. Suddenly he said, "Well, you're here now. Finish gettin' dressed, get your pipes, and let's go. Massed bands is in a half hour, and if we think you're still good enough, you can play with us when we compete a little later!" Andy's head snapped around and he looked at Liam with big eyes. "I - we - um - I'm not here to play Liam. I'm sorry. My friends just wanted to come see the games," Andy said, looking guilty and sad. Liam looked at Andy in astonishment, then looked up at me as if he thought I was the reason Andy didn't want to be in his band. I looked at Andy and said, "So, you're really a member of their band?" "He most certainly is!" Liam said, firmly, giving me an almost challenging look. "Well," I said, looking back at Andy. "We're here. You have your pipes. You're in your kilt... well you're almost in your kilt. How come you don't want to go play with your band?" I noticed Liam's demeanor toward me change immediately. He realized it was Andy, and not me, who was hedging. Instantly he turned to Andy and looked at soberly at him, waiting to see what he would say. "It's not that I don't want to John!" Andy said, looking uncomfortable. "I ... just thought I should stay with all of you!" Grinning, I said, "This place doesn't seem too big. I think we can split up if we want to. Besides, some of us might want to meet your band, and listen while you play with them. So..." I noticed Liam, as well as a couple of the guys were smiling at me then. "It's OK with you if I go for a while then?" Andy asked. I could hear a mixture of surprise and cautious excitement in his voice. "Of course!" I cried, grinning. "And stop hiding important shit like you're in a band from me you boob!" Liam broke into a broad grin then and clapping me on the shoulder, he said to Andy, "From yer e-mails, I thought I was gonna like 'im! I was right! Finish dressing, get your pipes and let's go mate!" Grinning, Andy spun around and reached in the trunk of the car and picked up his bagpipe case which was on top of half his bag that held the rest of his outfit. Grumbling that he might as well get them out since they were already in his hands, he pulled it out and handed it to Liam. "Could you get my pipes out while I finish dressing?" he asked. "Sure thing mate!" Liam said, grinning, and taking the bagpipe case. As he opened it, and withdrew Andy's new bagpipes, he gave a low whistle of approval. "These are excellent pipes Drew! But I thought you said you'd never play any but what belonged to your Grand Da! What 'appened to them?" he asked. Andy's face suddenly clouded over. I realized then that the set of bagpipes that his grandfather had given him, which his father had apparently taken after he threw him out, had meant more to him than he'd let on. They hadn't merely been a gift, but rather - had belonged to his grandfather, and were probably a family heirloom of sorts. Quickly Andy forced a smile and looked at Liam and said in as bright a tone as possible, "I don't have them anymore. I have these now, and wait until you hear how grand they sound!" Liam must've seen the sadness etched on Andy's face a moment earlier and sensed he should drop the subject. Although he appeared to study Andy more closely, he smiled and said simply, "Oh... Well, let's get going then!" "OK, but... I'm not quite finished dressing yet!" Andy said, as he stood there with his kilt on, but not his shirt & tie, socks and special shoes, nor any of the other adorning parts. "Then get going Laddie!" Liam said, grinning. "We got just enough time!" "So Liam!" I said, clapping a hand on his shoulder, and pulling him away from Andy, as Andy's head spun around to shoot me a curious, slightly worried glare. "Why don't you tell me a little more about this band of your's that Andy's in!" Grinning, Liam let me steer him away from Andy, as he started telling me about the City of St. Andrew's Pipe Band, and how whenever Andy was staying at St. Andrews, he would practice with them and play with them at various performances, parades, and competitions. He also competed by himself, and usually won the competitions he was in. I was amazed to find out that Andy was such an accomplished piper! "So," Liam said in a low voice after we'd wandered a few yards away. "What happened to his Grand Da's pipes? It was obvious I upset him by asking." "I know," I said in a low tone. Not knowing just how much he knew about what had happened to Andy, I was careful not to tell too many details, as I added "Actually, we just found out he was a bagpiper. And, at the time, he just said he didn't have his pipes anymore. He did say they had been given to him by his grandfather, but I didn't realize that they'd actually been his grandfather's pipes! I thought they were just a gift. Obviously they meant a lot more to him than I knew. I don't think I'll find out the answer about what happened to them though, until we get back to London... unless his Auntie Doreen can find out... Maybe I'll give her a call, while you're keeping him busy!" "Good idea!" Liam said, looking approvingly at me. "Thanks!" I said. Just then Andy walked up behind me and said, "Thanks for what?" Startled, I hesitated, then said, "for telling me about the band!" Liam smiled and nodded slightly at me. "C'mon Mate! We have to run, or we'll miss massed bands! And you have to get tuned yet!" Liam cried, grabbing Andy's shoulder. "OH!" Andy cried, as I winked at Liam who smiled and nodded again. "Come along Lads. This is something you'll want to see. It's not quite the Edinburgh tattoo, but, you can stand right near where all the bands march by, rather than sitting on stadium seats to watch. So it's almost better!" "OK," I said, grinning. "Let's go then!" We all set off at a quick pace then, following Andy and Liam in the direction of the tents. * * * "DREW????" a girl with plaited blond hair cried as we neared a tent that had the pole with the shield from Andy and Liam's band that was sticking up in the air, attached to the corner. I saw several heads spin around, and suddenly there was a cacphony of surprised, happy cries and several people, all in matching kilts rushed over to Andy. I couldn't help grinning at how popular Andy was with his group of friends from his band. It was completely different than it had been for him back in school, where he'd been pretty much an outcast, until I came along, and my friends let him into our group. After a couple of minutes of everyone talking at once, clapping Andy on the back, and exclaiming over his new pipes, Liam cried, "IT'S TIME TO GO!" There were many cries of "Oh" "Bugger" "BollockS" "Shit!" and the like as everyone abandoned Andy to grab their instruments, then suddenly, they were all lining up in formation. "Over here Drew!" Liam called, indicating a spot in the front corner of the group. "Pipe Seargeant's YOUR spot now Liam!" Andy called back. "Not today Mate! Ian's not here, so I'm Pipe Major. You get your old position!" Liam replied. Smiling excitedly, but looking about a little nervously to see the others' reactions, Andy moved into what was obviously a position of more importance in the band than some others. I noticed that the others didn't look upset that Andy was being placed in that position though. In fact, the boy who vacated the spot, who looked about the same age as Andy, grinned at him and told him it was "good to have you back where you belong Mate!". Andy's eyes looked a little watery, as he smiled warmly and visibly relaxed. We watched then, as Liam got into position in the opposite corner, and called out a string of directions, which included the names of some tunes, and apparently their timing. Then he cried out some instructions, and suddenly the drums rolled, as the pipers all hoisted their instruments, and began blowing in them. A moment later they were playing. As they played, Liam put his pipes down and took out a tuner, and walked over to tune Andy's pipes for him. Apparently, he'd already tuned the others', as when he was done, he returned to his spot, picked up his pipes, and began playing. A moment later, the band began marching off in formation toward the entranceway into the main grounds, with us hustling to follow. I noticed Craig had run up in front of the band and pulled out his video camera. I couldn't help grinning as I watched him trying his best not to trip on anything, as he hustled along, backward, while filming the band as they moved toward him. * * * "How come we didn't know anything about this?" Jacob asked, as he strode along next to me, with Harry on his other side, also looking over at me. "I don't know," I said. "It seems though that our Andy is a little more of a complex guy than any of us knew!" "And you're OK with that?" Jacob asked. "What do you mean?" I asked. "That he's kept secrets from us - especially from you?" he asked. "Well," I said, loudly, so he could hear me over the band's playing. "It's not like this was some bad secret. I mean it's not like I've caught him hiding something that will affect our relationship!" As I looked over at him, I was surprised to see a somewhat haunted look cloud over Harry's face. When he saw I'd noticed and was looking curiously at him, he blushed, and looked down at the ground, and continued trudging along, silently. "What the hell's the matter with him???" I thought to myself, as I watched him for a moment. I'd noticed all day he hadn't seemed himself. I wondered if he was getting sick. "... know. But still. Why would he keep something like this a secret?" Jacob was persisting. "As far as I know, he doesn't keep secrets from me usually," I said, not taking my eyes off Harry. I snorted and added, "Besides - he's Andy! You and I both know he's incapable of keeping a secret! God knows how he managed to keep this one for so long. Anyway about his piping and being in a band - well, I think it's something that's pretty important to him, but given everything that's happened to him, including losing his bagpipes, I expect it's something he felt was part of his past, and maybe losing it was too painful for him to talk about with us. Maybe because he felt it was something he couldn't do anymore, he was just trying to forget it." "Maybe, but I still think that's rubbish!" Jacob said. "When you're in a relationship, I thought you shared everything with one another!" Harry's head snapped up and he looked even more miserable as he looked at Jacob. When he saw me still studying him, he looked stricken. "Do you think he's gonna want to be in the band yet, now that he's played with them again?" Scott asked. He and John were trailing along on my other side. "Maybe," I said. "We'll see." * * * The band stopped playing and halted then, and Andy broke ranks and ran over excitedly, as the rest of them remained in formation. "Go stand along the main foot path over there," he cried excitedly, pointing up ahead. "Next to the open field that's marked off. We'll be marching past and going in there together with the other bands to play! When it's over, I'm going back to the band's tent. I'll meet you shortly after that at the beer tent! Is that alright?" "OK!" "Sure!" "Sounds good!" several of us said. I noticed a few of the guys were grinning at the mention of the beer tent. Andy grinned radiantly back at us, then turned and scampered back to his position with the band. None of us could help grinning at his excitement. Only Harry wasn't smiling I noticed. As everyone started moving forward again, I reached out and put a hand on Harry's shoulder. As his head spun around, and he saw me looking down at him, he gulped and looked miserable. I held onto Harry's shoulder until the others had walked on ahead a little, then said, "Are you feeling OK?" I reached up and felt his forehead, but he felt cool. "I'm fine," he said, visibly relaxing a little, but sounding depressed. "OK, then what's wrong?" I asked, studying him more closely. "Nothing," He said, sounding a little more nervous, even though he was trying to sound bland. Obviously he was lying. "Bull shit!" I said. "And I don't appreciate you lying to me. I thought we had a better relationship than that!" Harry looked more stricken, and his eyes appeared to be a little glassy. "We do!" he cried, his voice cracking with emotion. "Then why won't you tell me what's wrong?" I asked. "Nothing's wrong!" he said, trying unsuccessfully to maintain eye contact with me. "Well, I don't believe you," I said. "You've been acting funny all morning - like you're depressed or something. And when Jacob started talking about Andy keeping secrets from me, you looked upset - like you're hiding something." He couldn't look at me anymore. "You're keeping something from Jacob, aren't you?" I said. Harry remained silent, and still couldn't look up at me. "Listen, I get that you're upset. But, I thought you and me were like brothers!" I said, feeling a little hurt. "I thought you felt like you could talk to me about anything! Even your worst problems!" Harry looked up suddenly, and I could see he was near tears. Obviously something was really bothering him, and most likely he wanted to talk to someone about it, but didn't think he could talk to me. It made me feel like we weren't as close as I thought we'd been all along, and I felt a sadness come over me. My sadness abated though when Harry's demeanor changed, and he suddenly looked as if I'd abandoned him. He looked down at the ground, and said, in a soft almost whiny voice, "I do!" I thought I heard a soft snuffle, and realized maybe I was being too hard on him. He obviously had a serious problem, and needed to talk, but just couldn't yet. I put my hand on his shoulder and pulled him toward me, and hugged him with one arm. I felt better about his and my relationship, as I felt his arms wrap gratefully around my middle, and he squeezed me. I rubbed his hair with my free hand, then wrapped that arm around him and hugged him with both arms. "Well..." I said, feeling worried, but trying to speak in a more understanding tone. "I can tell you need to talk, and I'm here for you when and if the time comes that you're ready to!" Harry's arms tightened a little more around me, then he released me and backed away. When he looked up, although he still looked pretty upset, I also saw that he had a look in his eyes, as if he felt secure with me again. "I know there's a problem. But you can't talk about it yet, can you?" I said. Harry didn't reply, but looked at me with a sad look in his eyes, and I could tell I was right. Finally, as I was about to say something else, he said, "No! Now can we please go before we miss Andy's band thing?" "Sure," I said, changing my mind about pressuring him some more. "Just remember, I'm always here for you, OK?" Harry nodded, then turned to follow the others, who were long gone. Worried about him, and also about what impact, if any, his problem, whatever it was, would have on Jacob, I followed behind him. * * * "You're just in time!" John cried, excitedly. "LOOK! There's Andy!" Indeed, just as Harry and I had just located and re-joined our group, a huge contingent of what looked like several bagpipe bands, lined up in long lines, began playing and marching in formation toward where we were standing. In front of one line of players was Liam. Andy was five or six pipers behind him. Even though he had his hat on, I could still see his bleachy blond hair sticking out from under it. The entire group was playing what I recognized to be "Scotland the Brave". And they were very loud! As they marched past us, and turned into the field we were standing next to, I noticed that even though Andy was blowing away into his bagpipes, he had a big smile on his face. I was glad we'd decided to come to the games. It would've been a shame if he'd missed out on being with his friends and his band. Besides, my friends all seemed to be enjoying themselves as well. Once the group had taken their places in the field, they stopped playing, and behind us we heard another group start playing. Looking back, we saw another wave of bands bearing down on us, playing a tune that was familiar, but I didn't know its name. They too joined Andy's group on the field. The scene was repeated three more times, until there were five divisions of bagpipe bands amassed on the field together. Then, the entire combined group, numbering over a thousand players in all began marching up and down the field in lines, playing. It was very loud, but absolutely awesome, and we all stood transfixed, watching and listening. After about 20 minutes, the divisions all marched back off the field separately again, and continued playing as they marched on toward the parking lot, where it appeared they split up and all went back to their respective tents. * * * "OK, so who wants to hit the beer tent?" Boner asked, looking around at us all, with a hopeful grin on his face, as the last bands marched by us. "Is there food nearby it?" Scott asked, hopefully. "Certainly!" Evan replied grinning. "They always put the food and beer tents next to each other!" "YAY!" the twins chorused, gleefully, as everyone grinned. I noticed that Harry had a slight smile on his face, but that he definitely wasn't as happy as the others. As I watched him, I noticed that Mitchell was watching both of us. As everyone started following Evan, who seemed to know where the beer and food was, Mitchell hung back. "Hey!" he said. "I saw you talking to Harry a while ago. What's up with him?" "Not sure," I said. "He won't tell me yet." "Well, he's been acting funny ever since this morning," Mitchell said. "I know," I said. "I can't figure out what's wrong. Jacob seems OK. So it couldn't have been a spat with him." "Well," Mitchell said. "I saw him talking to someone on his cell this morning, and he didn't look very happy then... He was hollering, although I couldn't hear what he was saying, and he looked ready to cry at one point. Maybe that had something to do with it." "Hmmm..." I said. "I don't think he'd be calling anyone except his house. Maybe I'll give Laney a call and see if anything's up back in London. Thanks!" "No problem," Mitchell said. "See ya in the beer tent?" "Yup - give me a few. I gotta couple calls to make," I said. "Sure thing, Mitchell said. He turned then to follow the others, as I pulled out my cell phone. * * * I called Harry's house first. Unfortunately, a maid who answered said that everyone was out. I left a message that everything was fine, but for Laney to call me on my 'mobile' as soon as possible. The maid said she'd see that Laney got the message. I put in a quick call to Elizabeth then. After exchanging pleasantries, and checking on her's and Austin's health, and talking for a moment with Jack, whose ear she held the phone up to, as Jack barked excitedly at the sound of my voice, I asked if she knew of any problems with Harry or his family. She said she didn't, and asked why. I explained, and told her I had put in a call to Laney, and hopefully would find out soon. The final call I made was to Auntie Doreen. She was home, and was pleased to hear from me. She was doubly as pleased when she heard where we were, and that Andy was having fun spending time playing the bagpipes with his old band. "He was always most chuffed when he was able to be with them!" she said. Grinning I told her he was more chuffed than usual about it I thought, which brought a happy twitter from her. "Now," I said. "I was wondering if you could help me out." "Well, I'll certainly try Laddie!" Auntie Doreen replied, sounding serious, probably after sensing the seriousness in my voice. "What is it you need?" I explained to her then how we hadn't even known Andy knew how to play the bagpipes until we were on our trip, and that he'd told me that he used to have a set of bagpipes, but they'd disappeared from his room by the time we went back to his parents' house to get his things. "WHAT?" Auntie Doreen cried, in an outraged voice. "Those were his most important possession! He revered them! They were his Grand Da's!" "So I've heard," I said. "Well? What happened to them?" she cried. Smiling wryly, I said, "I don't know, but that's what I want to find out! And that's where I was hoping maybe you could help us out." "Why certainly I will! But what is it I can do?" she asked. "The only thing I can think to do is to ring up my niece and ask what's happened to them!" Smiling, I said, "That's exactly what I was hoping you could do for us Auntie Doreen! I'd call myself, but after all that's happened, I doubt the bit- uh - Andy's mother will even speak with me! You, on the other hand, I expect she'll speak to!" "Well, I'll ring her up immediately!" Auntie Doreen cried, in a cackling voice. "That'd be great Auntie Doreen! Thanks very much!" I said. "Tosh!" Auntie Doreen said. "This is something that needs to be taken care of! I'm happy to help! Now, you run along and get yourself a Haggis and a pint, and I'll ring her up right now, then, I'll ring you back, once I know what's gone on!" "OK," I said, grinning, but cringing at the thought of haggis. "I'll talk to you in a while then." "Aye!" Auntie Doreen said. "Cheerio now!" "Bye," I replied. The phone clicked then, as Auntie Doreen hung up. Just as it did, I saw Andy, and several of his band mates heading in my direction. "Who were you talking to?" Andy asked, a moment later, as grinning, they all walked up to me. "Oh!" I said, smiling. "Um... Harry's acting strange today. Turkey said he saw him on his cell this morning. So I put in a call to Laney, to see if anything's wrong at home. Everyone's out though, so I left her a message to call back." "Oh," Andy said. "Hope everything's alright. Where is everyone?" I gave Andy a look like he'd asked a very stupid question, and he grinned and said, "Oh! Well that's where we were going, so come join us!" "Sounds good," I said, grinning. Together Andy, his friends and I set off for the beer tent then. * * * A little while later, we were all gathered around a small table. Most of us were standing, and we were all trying to eat, and not mix up our pints of beer that were all sitting on the table. Just as I bit into my second meat pie, my cell phone rang. Andy, who'd just taken a swig of beer and set it down, was empty-handed. He looked questioningly at me, and I nodded. I felt my cock surge with delight at the feel of Andy's hand, as it snaked into the front left pocket of my jeans to retrieve my phone. He grinned as I shuddered slightly, and then he made sure to rub his hand far to the right, so it rubbed my cock as he withdrew the phone from my pocket. "Bathturd!" I growled, through a mouth full of food, as Jeremy and Craig who'd noticed Andy's movements, broke up laughing, as Andy flipped my phone open. "Hello?" Andy said brightly into the phone. A second later, he looked surprised and said, "Auntie Doreen?" Liam's head swung up and we glanced at one another, then both of us looked at Andy, who stood listening with a furrowed brow. A moment later, looking upset he walked away, out of the tent. "What's with him?" Mitchell asked, nodding in his direction. Liam gave me a worried look, as I watched Andy pacing up and down the foot path outside the beer tent. A couple times he reached up and rubbed his nose or eyes, and I realized he was crying. Liam and I looked at each other for an instant before looking back toward Andy. The others were all eating and drinking silently and watching him as well. After a minute, Andy flipped my phone shut, and held his hands up to his eyes. When he turned to come back in the tent and saw us all watching him, he cocked his head, snuffled, and smiled as best he could. Then he walked back into the tent, and came straight over to me. "I can't believe you did that for me!" he whined, as he wrapped his arms around me and buried his face against my chest, as he hugged me. "Are you OK?" I asked. All Andy could do was nod. I could feel him shaking a little as I held him, and the others watched. Finally, I said, "Well? What'd she find out?" Sniffling and pulling away from me, Andy looked tearfully at me and said in a shaky voice, "She called Mum, and asked her about my Grand Da's pipes, like you asked her to. Mum told her she has them. She hid them after Da threw me out - so he couldn't get them! She told Auntie Doreen I could come get them when we get back to London! I still have my pipes!" Tears flooded Andy's eyes again, as a huge smile warmed his face. My eyes felt wet too, and I noticed that Liam rubbed his right eye for a minute, as he smiled and looked embarrassed. The others all looked on though, not knowing exactly what was going on. "I called Auntie Doreen and asked her to call Andy's mother and find out what had happened to Andy's pipes," I explained. "Apparently they're safe and well after all, and Andy can get them when we get home! They were really special to Andy, because they had benn his grandfather's!" "Alright!" Pete cried. "Way cool man!" Boner drawled, clamping a hand on Andy's shoulder and giving him a squeeze. The others all added their congratulatory remarks as well, as Andy stood beaming at me, trying to gather his emotions. After a minute, he snuffled, and shook his head, then said, "I can't thank you enough for this John!" "It was nothing!" I said. "If you didn't keep all these secrets from me, I might've been able to do something sooner though!" At the mention of 'secrets', Harry's face fell, and took on a haunted look again. I gave him a questioning look, but he just looked away. Nobody else seemed to notice. Just then, Liam, who'd disappeared, walked back to the table with a tray full of pints on it. "This calls for a celebration!" he cried, grinning, as he put down the tray of beers. "Alright!" everyone cried, happily, as they reached for another beer. * * * As we were all enjoying our beer and food, someone suddenly said, "I thought they'd have entertainment in here! They have a stage! How come no one's playing?" Everyone agreed that it was awfully quiet. "There's usually someone playing all the time!" Andy said, and Liam nodded. "I'll find out when someone's gonna play," Pete said, who along with Mitchell had just gotten up to go get some more beer. A few minutes later, they came back to our table and Pete said excitedly "Drink up dudes! We got a gig! NOW!" "Huh?" Boner and I said in unison, both uf us looking up from our pints, while the others all looked up and said, "What?" "Excuse me?" or something similar. "The band that's supposed to start in 20 minutes can't get here - there's no entertainment for another 2 hours!" Pete said, excitedly. "So he offered us up!" Mitchell said, looking nervously, albeit hopefully around at us. "You booked us to play??? NOW???" I asked, incredulously. "OH!" Andy cried, grinning. "That's brilliant! Now my mates can hear you too!" Chuckling, Mitchell said, "He booked you too Whiz! Remember! It's 'the Six Shooters' AND 'The Hot Scot' now!" As Andy's eyebrows shot up, his band mates all started hollering encouragingly at us as we looked at one another in shock. Evan finally clapped me on the shoulder and said, "Trust me John! Everyone here's half-pissed anyway. They'll adore you! So hop to and get goin'!" Boner and I exchanged uncertain looks, but finally he shrugged, chugged the rest of his beer, looked at me and said, "Might as well. After all - it's what we do!" He grinned then, and I couldn't help grinning back at him. It was true - it was what we did! "Let's go get our stuff then," I said. I too chugged the rest of my beer down and got up then. We all headed off then for the cars. About 20 minutes later, we'd gathered our instruments and equipment together. As we were about to head back to the beer tent, I noticed Andy was standing with his pipes in his hand, hanging back. He looked to be deep in thought. "C'mon Man! Shake a leg!" I said to him. He looked at me, as if he'd just popped back to reality from a day dream, and said, "Oh! Uh... right. You go ahead. I'll be along directly!" I gazed at him from under furrowed brows for a moment, but he quickly turned and walked over to Liam and a couple of the others from his band who were standing nearby. "Horse! Let's roll!" Boner called out, as he headed off in the direction of the beer tent. Wondering just what Andy was up to, I turned and followed Steve and the others. Another 20 minutes later, to a smattering of applause, and a couple of hoots from the audience, we were set up and ready to go. Only Andy was still missing. As I introduced us, the crowd quieted a little, probably due to our being an unknown rock and roll band from the US, when they were mostly used to local celtic bands performing there. "How about 'It's My Life' to start?" I asked the guys, thinking maybe it'd be good to start with a tune some of the crowd might know. They all agreed. As I turned to face the crowd, I was glad to see that Andy had arrived, but surprised to see that he had most of the members of his band standing with him off to the side of the stage area, and that they were all carrying their instruments. I guessed they probably they had to go play or compete somewhere themselves, but had stopped by to give us a quick listen. Grinning, Andy waved gaily at me. I grinned and waved back, too pre-occupied to give it anymore thought. If Andy had to go, we could carry on without him. I glanced back at the guys and nodded, then looked at Mitch who held up his drum sticks crossed over his head, a moment later he began beating them together, and at the same time calling out a count of 2-3-4, and we launched into Bon Jovi's 'It's My Life'. A moment later, the younger members of the audience all began yelling and clapping, as they recognized the song. As I sang, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Andy talking rapidly to his friends, as they all listened intently to him. I wasn't looking their way as we kicked into the chorus of the song, and almost jumped into the air when I heard Andy and the other bagpipers in his band suddenly start playing along with us. I'm not sure how I managed to remember the words I was singing as I looked over at them in shock. I realized the others in my band were surprised as well, but within seconds, all of them were grinning wildly, and so was I. We'd never had an entire bagpipe section back us up. It sounded awesome! A couple minutes later, when Mitchell began tribally beating his drums as the chorus went into it's looping mode, the drum corps of Andy's band joined him, and Mitch's face lit up in a huge grin. I could see he loved how they were backing up his beat. The younger people in the tent had all converged in front of the stage by then, and the space behind them had filled to the max, with people who came into the tent to listen. In front of us, the crowd all began yelling, clapping to the beat, and dancing to the music as "The Six Shooters" and "The City of St. Andrew's Pipe Band" rocked the beer tent, and the surrounding area, in a fashion I'm sure had never been witnessed at the Glen Urquhart Highland Games in the past. Evan, Jeremy, Jacob, Harry, and the twins were all in the middle of the crowd in front of us. They too were yelling and dancing wildly around, along with the others. Looking around at the guys, I saw they were all wearing huge grins, and were having the time of their lives. Grinning myself, I looked over at Andy, who although he was playing away, winked at me, as he too grinned around the mouthpiece of his bagpipes. I was SO glad we'd decided to stop by the games! Everyone was having such a good time, I let the chorus repeat several more times than usual, before finally turning to face the band to let them know to stop after the next chorus. As Mitch began beating a cow bell over and over again with his drumstick, along with the beat of the music, signalling to the others that the song was about to end after the next chorus, I looked over to motion to Andy and his band. Andy had already stepped out from the group, and turned to face his band. All eyes were on him, I noticed. As we suddenly and abruptly broke off, ending the song with the words "It's my life!", I was surprised that Andy's band cut off completely and abruptly at just the same point as well. It couldn't have been a more perfect end! Looking over, I saw Andy turn and look at me, grinning one of the biggest grins I'd ever seen on his face, as the crowd went crazy screaming, clapping, and yelling for more. It was then I noticed the tent was packed like a can of sardines - totally over capacity, and a lot of people were standing outside it as well, listening and craning to see us. Obviously the people liked what they'd heard! Joyously, we played for nearly an hour then, with Andy's band, or parts of it joining us for some songs. When we announced it was time for us to stop, the crowd boooed and hollered for more. Someone yelled for us to play 'It's My Life' again, so I looked around at our group. The guys all shrugged or nodded, so I looked at Andy. He nodded enthusiastically, as well, so we played our opening song over again, and by the end of the song, had the crowd going wild once again. When the song finally ended, I could see that the others, like myself, were all exhausted, and dying of thirst. I thanked everyone for being such a great audience, but said, we needed to pack up, as the next act would be coming on, and besides, I thought we could all use a beer. Everyone laughed or hollered and clapped appreciatively then, as we started to break down our equipment to make way for the next band. * * * As we were finishing getting our stuff off the stage, several strangers began wandering over with pints of beer, and handing them to us. When we asked what was going on, a tall thin young Scotsman in a brown kilt said loudly that they had all appreciated our playing, and wanted to give us something in return. We all looked at each other, surprised, but then grins appeared one after another on the guys' faces, and Boner reached for the pint the man was proffering and thanked him heartily. Immediately, the two fell into conversation, as the other guys accepted beers from other people, and began talking with them. I too ended up with a pint in my hand, offered up by a pretty, young, blond woman, who snaked her arm under mine, hooking mine and attempted to pull me away from the group. As Andy watched with big eyes, I realized she was hitting on me. Chuckling, I extracted my arm from her's, thanked her for the beer, but not to be rude, struck up a conversation with her about generic things, like where she was from, and how we were enjoying Scotlan. As Andy watched, I winked at him, and he broke into a smile. A minute later, Evan and the boys walked up, each carrying a few pint mugs of beer, and were surprised to see we all had some already. Curious how we got our beer before they could get it for us, but smiling regardless, they sat back down at the small table we'd been at earlier, which had just been vacated, and set all the beer down, and sat down to wait for us. I noticed as they sat down that all of them - even the twins reached for mugs of beer. I couldn't get away from the girl I was talking with to stop them, and tried to signal Evan to do something. He just smiled and waved gaily at me, not realizing I was trying to get him a message, and not taking any notice of what the boys were up to. Andy and his band, who had all gotten themselves some beer as well, suddenly rejoined us, and I lost view of the boys. Finally, I gave up trying, figuring I'd get over to them before they'd consumed too much, and hoping Evan would pay better attention to them before I got there. After a few minutes more of talking with the girl who'd gotten me the beer, I guess she realized I wasn't interested in being "picked up", and I was able to end our conversation. I quickly side-stepped a few other people, claiming I'd be right back and made my way to the table. By the time I'd gotten there, I saw that the boys were all on their second pints of beer! And Evan, was among the missing. As I stood looking down pointedly at the four of them, they all looked up guiltily at me. Scott quickly, somewhat defiantly,chugged some more of the beer from his mug. I directed my look even more pointedly at him and he lowered the mug from his lips, licking some foam from the head off his upper lip, and looked down guiltily at the table. "I know you like beer, but you guys are too young to be drinking! And you know you don't have permission to drink any, unless I give you specific persmission, which I won't, unless we're at least at home!" I said, looking mostly at the twins. They both looked more guilty. "Mugs!" I said, holding out my hand toward the two of them. Dejectedly they both handed over their pints. "That's all for the two of you! It's soda from now on!" I said. "Understood?" Even more dejectedly, they both nodded. I looked at Jacob and Harry then, who each had a pint, that was half full in front of them. I knew that it had to be the second for each of them too. I also knew they could probably pass for being old enough (in Scotland at least) to be drinking, and were used to having a beer or two at home with me and Andy, so I told them they could finish what they had, but that that would be their last! As they looked dejectedly at me too, Scott and John both began vociferously complaining that it wasn't fair that Jacob and Harry could drink beer, and they couldn't. "They're older than you!" I said. "And they're only allowed to finish what they have! After that they're cut off too! I expect you all to do as I've said. End of story! Understood?" The twins both looked angry, as well as wronged, while Jacob and Harry looked a little depressed. All of them seemed slightly embarrassed that I'd spoken to them as if they were children as well. "Well?" I asked, raising an eyebrow and looking critically back and forth at all of them, as none had responded. "Is that understood?" "Yes!" "Uh huh" and a couple of sullen nods were directed toward me. "OK then. I'll be watching you!" I said. Scott looked at me with daggers in his eyes, as blandly I looked back at him, staring him down, until guiltily, he looked away. I turned then and stepped away from the table, taking the twins' pints with me. Steve was standing behind me, and he chuckled as I turned around. "Father John!" he drawled in a low voice, grinning at me. I just gave him a look that told him he'd better not seem like he wasn't backing me up. He grinned back good-naturedly, and winked at me. "Here!" I said, shoving one of the twins' unfinished pints into his hand. "Thanks! Saves me a trip to the bar!" he replied, still grinning. Then his grin fading into a serious smile he added, "Good call with the boys. I was actually just going over to do the same thing!" "Thanks," I replied, glad that he was being supportive of my parenting skills. "Help me keep an eye on them will ya? I expect they'll try to sneak some more yet!" "Maybe," Steve said. "I kinda doubt John will, but Scott might!" "Exactly!" I said, smiling. "'K, I'll be watchin'," he replied. Someone behind Steve, clapped a hand on his shoulder and he turned to see who it was, and was quickly swallowed into a conversation with someone. My voice felt like it was giving out after all the singing I'd done. I'd seen that next door there was a smaller tent that was selling drams of Scotch, and decided to wander over and get myself a couple. As I headed in that direction, Evan passed me, heading for the bar. "HEY!" I shouted over the din of the tent. He spun around to look at me, smiling. "Here!" I said, handing him the other twin's unfinished pint. "It's one of the twins' - they really shouldn't be drinking - help me keep an eye on them will ya? And don't let them have anymore!" "Definitely!" Evan said, smiling and accepting the beer. "And thanks!" "No problem!" I said, smiling. I turned then and headed for the tent that was selling Scotch. I ordered two drams of whisky and downed one right away, then sipped at the other as I walked back to the beer tent to rejoin the guys and figure out what we were going to do next. * * * When I got back to our group, I was surprised to see a bunch of girls surrounding the guys, chattering loudly and waving pens and pieces of paper at them. When they saw me, some of them promptly pounced on me as well, asking for autographs. As I looked over at Steve, he glanced up and grinned ecstatically at me. smiling, I turned to my fans and started signing some autographs as well. As we were signing them, an official looking man in a kilt walked over, and asked to speak with the band manager. Everyone looked toward me, and the man grinned and handed me an envelope. When he saw me looking curiously at him, he said "It's your fee of course!" "We're getting paid for this?" I asked, surprised. Pete grinned and said "I know how to cut a good deal!" The man chuckled as he thanked us for a wonderful show. Then, smiling, he walked off, out of the tent. Opening the envelope, I was thrilled to see there was 150 pounds sterling in it! "looks like we've got beer money guys!" I cried, grinning. By the time we'd finished signing autographs, we'd completely forgotten that we were supposed to be on the road to Glasgow by then. And we'd managed to get a table and enough chairs for everyone, so we could all sit down. As we did, Evan, Boner and Mitchell came over, each carrying a couple more trays with pints of beer on them, so we all continued drinking and talking excitedly about our impromptu performance and how successful it had been. "We're becoming an international sensation!" Pete cried, hoisting his glass. "Here's to 'The Six Shooters'!" "And 'The Hot Scot'!" Craig added. "That's 'HOT SCOTS'!" Andy cried, grinning at his friends, who all looked a little surprised, but also grinned and raised their pints. Everyone cheered and raised their glasses then and took a big swig of beer. And so our celebration continued, as the afternoon wore on. * * * It wasn't until the twins came to me asking for money, complaining that their stomachs were empty again, that I realized what time it was. We'd been sitting there for a couple hours, enjoying the other entertainment and swilling beer. Andy and his friends had taken off for a half hour or so, and returned. I found out after they'd returned that they'd gone off to compete in their pipe band competition. When I'd told Andy I wished he'd told me - because I had wanted to go watch, and listen to them, he said I'd seemed a bit busy. Happily, Craig, who I hadn't realized had disappeared too, held up his video camera, saying he'd gotten good footage of it, so we could all watch it later. "Christ!" I cried, looking at my watch. "We're supposed to be almost to Glasgow by now!" Everyone stopped talking and looked at me. A moment later, Boner hiccuped and through an inebriated grin said, "I Guessh we're not going there today then!" Everyone started to snicker. I couldn't help grinning myself, as I said, "Well, we don't have rooms reserved anywhere nearby, so I bet we end up sleeping in the cars in the parking lot tonight!" "Good! I don't have to drive! I can drink more beer then!" Boner slurred, grinning. We all looked at each other and broke up laughing then. Everyone was having such a good time, and had had enough to drink, that the prospect of sleeping in our cars didn't seem to bother them at all. They immediately returned to their beer and joking. "Sorry!" Andy said, when I looked at him. "I had no idea they'd enjoy the games this much!" Grinning I said, "Don't sweat it. It's OK. Everyone's having a grand time! I wish we had a place to spend the night though!" "There's bound ta be a inn with spots," Liam cried. "The games are ending tonight, so most people are going home! Drew! Let's me and you go find a place for your lot to sleep t'night!" "OK," Andy said, smiling. "OK, take this," I said, reaching for my wallet, and pulling my credit card out. Just remember - you're supposed to be John Wilder, not Andy MacDoogle when you use it!" Andy grinned and took the card, and put it in his man purse that all the guys in kilts wore that hung down over their crotches, and the two took off. They were gone for about a half hour. When they returned, Andy was grinning. They'd used my credit and gotten rooms for all of us together in the same inn! "Cool! How far is it?" I asked. "Only a kilometer and a half away!" Andy grinned. Then looking at the guys, he frowned and added "Oh dear!" Most of the guys were half drunk by then. Thinking for a minute, I came up with a plan. Evan appeared sober enough to drive. Andy was, and so was I. When I explained the plan Liam agreed to help, and so did one of the girls from the band, who'd come along with them. Getting up, I told Julian, who seemed relatively sober, that we'd be back soon, and I put Jacob and Harry in charge of the twins, admonishing them NOT to allow them to drink anymore beer! They nodded soberly at me. We took off then. At the parking lot, we each took one of our cars. Even though Andy didn't have his license yet, I handed him the keys to my car and told him to follow me, and be careful. He couldn't stop grinning over my allowing him to drive alone, as he got into my car. As a caravan then, we all drove slowly, following Liam, out of the park, and down the road. A short distance away, we found the inn that Andy had booked us into, and pulled in. I finalized our check-in, then together, we all carried all our stuff up to our rooms. When we were finished, we all got in the rental van some of the guys were using, and I drove us back to the park. When we arrived back at the beer tent, some of the guys didn't even realize we'd left! "We're all set," I announced, reclaiming an empty chair at the table. "Andy booked us some rooms, and we just took our stuff there. I'll drive us back when we're ready to go!" I was surprised when the guys all started whooping and hollering. They were obviously all feeling no pain! Smiling, I passed when Evan tried to pour me another beer. "One of us needs to drive," I said. "I'll be DD tonight!" Evan looked strangely at me for a moment, then shrugged and moved onto the next guy. We spent the rest of the evening in the beer tent then, only taking a break to go listen to the final massed bands and the awards announcements. Andy and his band were ecstatic to have won their competition! It was going on 9PM when the games closed down, and we headed back to the parking lot. Most of the guys were weaving and staggering, and Boner was nearly unable to walk. I had him throw his arm around my shoulder on one side, and Evan's, who was a little tipsy himself, but still able to navigate, on the other, and together we nearly carried Steve to the van. When we got to the van, Steve began insistently babbling he had to pee. As we held him up yet, Steve fumbled with his fly and couldn't open it. "aoh fuck Horse, He'p me!" he cried, as everyone giggled. Snickering, I reached down, and opened his fly. "OK, you're unzipped," I said. "Can't piss with it in m' pants 'orse! He'p me man!" Steve groaned, sounding a little agitated. "Oh Christ!" I said, as everyone roared with laughter. Gingerly, I reached down and snaked my index finger and thumb into the fly of his boxers, and extracted his penis, then held it between my thumb and index finger, so it was pointed away from him. "OK, it's out, go ahead and pee man," I said, benevolently. As a couple of the guys watched incredulously, and others snickered, Steve smiled and began urinating. He pissed like a race horse for some time. When he finally finished, he squirted a couple times. Then I shook his dick a couple times. "Ay! Watch that Horse!" Jeremy chortled. "Looks like yer gettin' 'im hard!" "Fuck off!" I muttered, as I stowed Boner's dick back in his pants, while everyone laughed heartily. Poor Craig looked like he was going to piss his pants, he was laughing so hard, and quickly turned and pulled his own dick out and began peeing. As everyone chuckled, a couple of the others must've decided peeing was a good idea, and turned away and pulled their own dicks out. Soon several of them were shooting streams of urine in all directions, all over the parking lot. I was glad we were parked down at the end of the row, so other people weren't around watching. "C'mon Bone, into the van," I said, as Andy opened the door, and Evan and I poured him into it. As everyone climbed into the van, nobody seemed phased by the fact they were all crammed into it and sitting on the floor. Since Andy was in his good kilt, I had him sit up front with me. I bid good-bye to his friends, and thanked them for the back-up when we played together earlier in the day. Then, Andy took a moment to say good-bye to his friends before climbing into the passenger seat of the van. He bravely fought back tears as he talked with them. As we drove away though, I noticed he snuffled a couple times and rubbed his eyes with his sleeves. Reaching over I stroked his cheek and told him we'd come back again, now that I knew how connected to Scotland he really was. He just smiled at me and snuffled again, as his lower jaw trembled. By the time we got back to the inn, although it wasn't too late, the guys were all ready to collapse into their beds. Everyone else was able to move under their own power to their rooms, but Evan and I had to carry Steve, who was passed out by then, to his room. When we got there, we dropped him onto his bed. I got him undressed down to his boxers then, and we tucked him in. "He'll sleep all night now, but on the off chance he doesn't and you need any help with him, I'm next door, just give me a holler," I said to Julian. "Thanks," Julian said. "I think we'll be OK." "OK," I said. "G'night then." "Night," he replied. We left then and Evan went down the hall to his room, and I joined Andy in our's. * * * Everyone had had so much to drink, that all the guys went right to bed. Neither Pete nor Mitchell cared that they had to share a double bed. Both just collapsed. fully clothed, on top of it, next to each other, and passed out immediately. Craig and Jeremy managed to run to the bathroom to pee first. The they returned to their room, stripped, and crawled naked into bed together. "I'd love to fuck," Craig said, smiling at Jeremy, hoping he wouldn't be upset. "But I'm too beat." "I probably can't get hard at this point anyhow," Jeremy snickered drunkenly. He rolled over and wrapped his arms around Craig, as Craig pulled the duvee up over them. They too were soon snoozing peacefully. Evan collapsed on top his bed, fully clothed, and was out quickly too. * * * Jacob and Harry had had several beers each, when I wasn't looking, on top of what I'd seen them drink. Since it was spread out through the afternoon and evening though, and, they were British, and used to drinking beer, neither was too drunk. They stripped, then urinated together into the sink in their room, and finally crawled into bed together. Neither spoke a word to each other, but smiling, Jacob's hand reached down and found Harry's penis. He quickly massaged it to life, as Harry smiled and reached for his tube of lubricant. Once he was stiff, Jacob released his penis, and Harry quickly greased it up, while Jacob rolled onto his stomach and spread his legs apart. Jacob reached back and held his ass cheeks open then, as Harry got into position, and mounted him. A moment later, Harry who was holding the tip of his penis against Jacob's anus, pressed downward. As Harry gently, and slowly applied pressure against him, Jacob relaxed his sphincter, and it opened, allowing Harry's cock to slide easily up inside him. A couple seconds later, Harry was laying sprawled on Jacob's back, with his hardon buried up Jacob's ass. He waited a few seconds, then slowly began moving his hips up and down, as Jacob moaned happily underneath him. Within seconds, Harry was breathing heavily, as he slid his dick rapidly in and out of Jacob's rectum, while Jacob moaned softly on and off, as the head of Harry's cock rubbed sensuously back and forth over his prostate gland. It only took a couple minutes of Harry rutting away, shoving his cock in and out of Jacob's asshole, for both of their orgasms to build up. All too soon, Jacob groaned and his sphincter grabbed Harry's cock. Semen squirted out of his dick, which was laying flat against the matress, pointing to his left, creating a steak of wet goo on the sheet next to him. Before he spasmed again, Harry groaned as well, and pumped a glob of cum into Jacob's rectum. Together, as Harry continued fucking Jacob, the two spasmed joyously a few more times each, until their orgasms ended. Then, when it was over, Harry placed his forearms protectively on either side of Jacob, and laid his head down on the back of Jacob's neck. He sighed contentedly, and a moment later, Jacob, who was enjoying their closeness, heard Harry begin snoring. Smiling, and snuggling back against him a little, he too soon fell asleep, with his boyfriend's cock still inside him. * * * Since I'd cut off their beer consumption early on, the twins were more wide awake than anyone. They took the time going down the hall, and using the bathroom, before scampering back to their room, stripping down, and falling into a '69' on their double bed together. The two spent sever minutes, happily sucking each other's penises, and fingering each others holes, before, simultaneously, joyously exploding - sending streams of warm saltiness down each other's throats. When their orgasms ended, they rolled over and laid next to each other, discussing the day's events for a while. Eventually, their eyes traveled to each other's groins, and both began stiffening again. "Wanta fuck this time?" Scott asked, looking hopefully at John, whose warm, firm chute he was hoping to slide his cock into. "Of course!" John said, grinning, and pulling his knees up and spreading them apart, to open his ass cheeks. Grinning as well, Scott reached for the lube he'd placed on the night stand, in hopes of using it for just this purpose. Within a few seconds, he'd liberally lubricated his, by then, stiff dick, and was crawling into position to fuck John missionary style. A slight giggle burst from John's lips when the head of Scott's penis brushed lightly against his anus. Smiling, Scott pressed forward, against John's pucker. John's giggle abruptly stopped, and a passionate look swept over his face. He pushed gently with his anal muscles, as Scott pushed forward, pressing his dick harder against John's sphincter. "Mmmmm!!!" John moaned with pleasure. He closed his eyes, and continued pushing his pelvic muscles, as Scott's rigid pole slid into his rectum. A satisified smile replaced the look of arousal on Scott's lips, as his pole slid through his twin's tight muscle, and into his inner, clutching, moist, warmth. "Mmmmm!!!" he moaned again, as the head of Scott's cock rubbed up against his prostate gland. A moment later, Scott's pelvis came to rest against John's stretched and flattened buttocks, as his penis lodged completely, deep inside his brother's rectum. John's eyes opened and the two boys smiled at each other. "Fuck your hole feels nice!" Scott groaned happily, as he laid over John, bracing himself with his hands against the bed. "And your cock feels like a long, hot, spear, that's pointed in just the right direction!" John said. Scott snickered slightly, at John's description of how his cock felt inside him. A moment later though, he turned serious, and John's smiled faded into a passionate look, as Scott began slowly sliding back out of him. Scott pulled almost all the way out of John, before reversing and pushing himself back into him. He didn't stop moving once this time. Once he was fully embedded inside John, Scott continued moving, pulling his dick back out of his ass again. Slowly and sensually Scott fucked John then for a minute or so, as the two enjoyed the erotic feelings they were experiencing. After a couple of minutes though, Scott began to feel his level of arousal increasing, and without consciously thinking about he, his hips began to inperceptably move up and down faster. The increase in speed with which Scott slid his dick in and out of John's ass, continued to steadily, and slowly increase, as both boys became more and more passionately aroused, by the faster and faster rubbing of Scott's cock in and out of John's hole, and over and over his prostate gland. A couple minutes later, Scott was pumping swiftly in and out of John's rectum, and both boys were nearly at the height of their passion. Each looked at the other, through half-closed eyes, breathing heavily through their mouths, as both began to feel their orgasms forming. As the bed springs squeaked softly and rythmically along with Scott's hip movements, both boys arousal began increasing quickly. John began moaning softly every so often, and Scott's breathing began coming in raspy gasps, as he broke into a sweat. He began pumping his cock in and out of John's asshole faster and harder then, and John's moaning increased, as his face contorted a little and his body began twitching periodically, as he tried to hold off his orgasm. A moment later, as Scott too began grimmacing, as he tried to hold back his explosion, John cried out and Scott felt his penis being clamped in by John's anal ring, as a warm wet glob of cum slapped against his stomach. "Awwwwmmmnnn!" Scott growled a moment later as during a downward thrust, he too spasmed, and forcefully expelled, a glob of semen, deep inside his brother. "Ooohhhh!!" John gasped, as he came again, again spraying Scott's belly with cum. "MMmmmmm!!!" Scott moaned a split second later, as he pumped more fluid into his brother's ass, which suddenly felt sloshy inside to him. As Scott continued fucking John, the two both spasmed joyously a few more times, until Scott felt like he was dipping his cock into a container of warm fluid, and his gut was soaked with John's semen. Finally, as his orgasm ended, Scott slowed his motions down, and laid down fully, on top of John. As he laid on him, he continued moving his hips up and down slowly a little bit. He felt his brother give a shudder, squeeze his cock a little, and heard him draw in his breath slightly a moment later. As he smiled at giving his brother a final spasm of joy, he two was overcome with a residual tremble, and a last bit of semen oozed from his dick, into John's intestines. "Damn that was good!" John moaned softly. "Oh yeah!" Scott said, flexing his penis slightly inside John yet. The two quietly laid coupled together, with their arms wrapped around each other, each breathing heavily, and both noticably feeling the other's body heat, as they enjoyed the fading joyous feelings they'd just experienced together. After a while, Scott, whose penis had wilted completely, felt John's anus give a squeeze, and his dick slid out of him, like a turd. "Ew!" John said, smiling wryly as Scott's hot, slimey dick slide along the inside of his ass crack, and settled deep in his groove. Chuckling, Scott rolled off him, and onto his back. Then he reached for the box of tissues, which he put in between himself and his brother, and the two each pulled wads of it from the box, and cleaned themselves up. "That was nice!" John said, yawning. "Yeah," Scott agreed, yawning in response. "I'd say let's do it again in a few, but I'm beat!" "Me too!" John said. Smiling, the two got up and opened their bed up, then crawled into it. Scott smiled as his naked twin snuggled up to him. He wrapped his arm around John, who settled into the crook of it. The two lay quietly together then, and within minutes, both were fast asleep, snoring lightly. * * * In Steve and Julian's room, Julian had stood staring at Steve, as he slept, for a few minutes after we left. Every so often his hand moved to his crotch, and he squeezed the tubular lump that had formed in it, and was sticking off to his left side. After a while, Julian was breathing much heavier than usual, and was continually holding and massaging his hardon through his jeans. Finally, even though they were alone in the room, he looked furtively around, as if someone might be watching. Then, he tip-toed over to Steve's bed, and gently, he pulled the duvee off him. Carefully, he then opened the fly of Steve's boxers, and watching Steve's face for a reaction, he reached in with his index finger, hooked Steve's penis, and pulled it out of his fly. As it laid there, flacid, Julian smiled as he looked at it. A moment later, Julian leaned down, picked up Steve's dick, leaned forward, and put it in his mouth! Gently, he began sucking on it then. As thrilled as Julian was to have Steve's penis in his mouth, his happy anticipation vanished a couple minutes later, as he continued sucking on it, only to find that Steve wasn't getting hard, and wasn't giving any reaction. "Shit!" he said, letting Steve's cock slide out of his mouth after a couple minutes. "I finally get to suck on it, and he's too drunk to get it up!" Feeling a little dejected, Julian pulled Steve's boxers up by the fly, so his penis disappeared back in them, then he pulled the duvee back up over him. He was a little disconcerted when Steve suddenly heaved a sigh and rolled over away from him. Had he been awake? Julian was terrified. A moment later though, Steve's breathing pattern returned to normal. Relieved, Julian undressed and crawled into his own bed. Still being horny, he pulled lowered the front of his boxers, which had been severely tenting, over his hardon, wrapped his hand around his stiff dick, and began masturbating. It only took about a half minute, before the pressure built up, and tensing up as his hand moved like a piston up and down his dick, Julian gasped and ejaculated a long thick rope of cum that landed in a thick line across his chest. He kept on pumping his dick, and ever second or so, for the next few seconds, he tensed and blew more jism from his cock, until eventually, when his orgasm ended, he was streaked and spotted with a copius amount of semen. Grabbing some Kleenex, Julian cleaned himself up, then he rolled over, and finally satisfied, fell quickly to sleep. * * * Andy and I had gone to the bathroom and peed. Then we'd gone back to our room and crawled naked into bed together. Both of us were too tired for sex, but we did lay talking for a couple minutes, gently fondling each other's genitals. Suddenly, my cell phone rang. It was Laney! After a minute's small talk, I asked her if she knew what was up with Harry. "He didn't tell you?" she asked. "No!" I said. Laney told me then about the phone conversation she'd had with her brother earlier in the morning. Immediately I knew why he was so upset. "Oh fuck!" I said.... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------- The next chapter of this story will be posted soon...