Date: Wed, 10 Mar 2004 17:05:44 -0800 (PST) From: Thomas Gaige Subject: My Step-Brother Jacob - Chapter 59 DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of sexual activities between teenage boys. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it! My Step-Brother Jacob Chapter 59 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "What're you talking about Andy?" I asked. "Don't be mad at him John! He didn't mean to say anything! He was just so panicked about you going out after the twins, that he let it slip out!" Craig said. "WHAT did you let slip out?" I asked, looking pointedly at Andy now. Andy looked upset, but began to explain. "Well, Craig's right about the reason. I was so scared for you and the twins. And the lads kept trying to calm me down. Finally, Steve stood in front of me and yelled at me that you'd be alright, that you used to be a lifeguard! He said that you and Mike used to be life guards together all last summer, right on the same beach, and that you were used to doing this. Well, obviously, I was relieved. I'd forgotten about you being a life guard and all. And well, that's when it slipped out. I'm sorry John. But without thinking, I said 'That's right! Mike wrote that in his journal!'" "YOU TOLD THEM ABOUT MIKE'S JOURNAL?" I yelled, as I felt my blood pressure rising. "I didn't mean to! I'm sorry!" Andy said, looking stricken. "WHAT ELSE DID YOU TELL THEM?" I asked. "Th-They asked what I was talking about. I told them I couldn't tell them anything. That wasn't good enough though. They kept at me. So I admitted that Mike had kept a journal, and that Brian had let you read it. But that's all I said. I swear! I'm so sorry John!" Andy said. "That is all he said!" Jacob piped up, glancing at me. The look on his face was a mixture of belligerance and a little fear. "Harry and I were there, and heard. He never meant to say anything!" "You four take your things and go back up the beach to where we were sitting," I said, looking at Jacob, Harry, and the twins. "And stay out of the water! We'll be there in a few minutes!" The four boys, looked dejected, but picked up their things, and slowly began to trudge up the beach to where we'd been sitting. Pete stepped forward then and said, "John, everything they're saying is true. Andy never meant to tell us about the journal. He was just scared about you, and it slipped out. We tried to get him to tell us what was in it, but he wouldn't say. The thing is, we do know about the journal now. And we were best friends with Mike too! Can't you tell us anything about what was in them?" "No Pete, I can't. All I can say is that Mike did keep a journal. His brother Brian let me read it, because there was some stuff in it about me, and at the end of it, Mike had indicated it was OK if I read it. I wasn't supposed to tell anyone it even existed. Even Mike's parents don't know about it," I said. "Well, how come you told Andy about it then? We were Mike's friends more than HE ever was!" Steve asked, rather agressively. Andy spoke up again. I could see he was fighting back tears now. "It's not John's fault! He never broke his promise to Brian. I'd rather not explain how it is I came to know what was in it. When John found out I knew, I promised him that I wouldn't tell anyone anything. Now, I've broken that promise! I'm truly sorry John and I can't tell you how bad I feel about it! I do promise to never mention it again though! So the rest of you can all stop blaming John now, and just leave him alone! He can't and won't tell you anything, and neither will I!" Andy turned then and walked away, after the boys. Before he turned away though, I could see his lower jaw was trembling. I felt sorry for him then, because the initial shock of finding out that the guys knew about Mike's journal had worn off, and I realized that Andy really didn't mean to say anything, and did his best to not say anymore, once he did. I glared at Steve. He glared back at me. "Can you tell us anything at all?" Mitch asked. "Did he explain why he did it? Did he have a good reason? If you had read the journal before he killed himself, do you think you could've stopped him?" I looked around at the guys. They all looked a little hurt, angry, and betrayed. "Yeah, I know why he did it," I said. "I can't tell you what the reason was though. It was his dying wish that Brian and I never reveal what he'd written, and I have to honor that wish! He obviously thought the reason was good. But do any of you think anyone could ever have a good enough reason to take their own life? Hell no. It wasn't good enough! And yeah Mitch. If I'd realized beforehand, I could've stopped him. And I have to live with that everyday, for the rest of my life. I can tell you that from what I read, he loved all of you guys very much! Now that's all I'm telling you. I don't ever want to hear about this again from anyone! I don't expect to hear that you've been asking Andy anything more about it either! And I expect you all to keep your mouths shut about this. If Brian finds out you know about the journal, or if Mike's parents ever find out there was one, it'll destroy them! It'll also mean the end of our friendship! And it won't end pleasantly!" I glared at them, then turned, picked up my boogie board, and headed up the beach. The guys all looked at each other a minute, then quietly followed me back up the beach. * * * Everyone was rather quiet when we got back up the beach to where we'd been sitting. Andy and the boys had gathered up our stuff and were waiting for me. Mitchell started talking about the ball, hoping to get everybody's minds focused on something more pleasant. The guys bemoaned the fact that Craig and I wouldn't be there. We grinned at them, but didn't dare look at each other, for fear we'd somehow let on we were coming. Soon it was time to go. I quickly pulled Craig and Jeremy aside and told them to bring along some old clothes for after the ball, tell their parents we'd be out all night, and that we'd pick them up at 6:00 at Craig's with the limo. "What're you three up to?" Pete asked, looking at us. "Nothing!" I said. "C'mon guys, we gotta go!" Steve and Andy had both been glancing at each other unhappily ever since we got back to the group. I could tell both of them were still having mixed feelings about what had happened. Just as we were about to leave, Steve stepped over to Andy. "I'm sorry about earlier!" he said. "Me too," Andy said, looking at him. They both smiled shyly at each other then, as I grinned at them. We all took off then in different directions, saying we'd see each other the next day at the senior picnic/beach party. * * * "I really am sorry John!" Andy said, as we reached the dunes and started walking over the boardwalk that lead from the beach to the road. "I know Andy," I said. "It wasn't your fault." "It most certainly was. I shouldn't have read it to begin with. And I should've been more careful today. I'm sorry. Nothing like this will ever happen again. I hope you're not too mad at me," Andy said. "I'm not mad at you Andy. It wasn't your fault, it was mine! True, you shouldn't have read the journal without at least asking first, but in reality, I shouldn't have left Mike's things sitting around either. I should've put them away someplace. And today, I understand it slipped out when you were really stressed out. It's OK. Let's not talk about this anymore. It's time to focus on the ball now," I said. "You still want to take me then?" Andy asked, sounding rather melancholy. I turned and looked at him, then laughed and said "Of course I do, you boob!" He grinned at me then. * * * Grandma came flying out the door as we drove into the driveway. "Thank God you're OK!" she hollered. "I saw the story on the news!" "We're all fine!" I said. "And the news blew the whole thing way out of proportion." "Well, you'd best get on the horn and tell your step-mother that!" she said. "What? You called Elizabeth?" I asked. "NO! She called me!" Grandma said. "She was frantic! Apparently she's been reading the on-line edition of the 'Asbury Park Press' each evening, just to keep up with what's going on over here. Well, tonight while she was reading it, the story about your heroics suddenly appeared under 'breaking news'!" I snickered and told Jacob to go call his mother, and let her know we were OK, and that I'd be there in a minute to talk to her as well. Grandma grabbed the twins then and began looking them over, as they started telling her all about the rip tide, and Timmy, and how I'd come out after them. "OH MY GOD!" Grandma kept saying. Once she'd finished inspecting Scott and John, she grabbed me and started looking me over too! "I'm fine Grandma!" I said, pulling away from her and grinning. "Let me go. I gotta go talk to Elizabeth!" "I'm glad you're all OK John!" Grandma said, looking at me seriously. "Still! What happened today wasn't just 'nothing'! It was serious, and someone could've been hurt. Or worse! I don't want the boys to take it light heartedly. They need to understand the danger you were all in." "I know," I said. Then I looked at the twins and said, "What Grandma's saying is true! Right now my schedule's really cramped, but before we go to the beach again, the three of us are going to have a serious heart-to-heart talk about what happened today, and what could've happened. It all worked out OK this time. But another time - who knows? OK?" "We know," Scott said. "We know it was more dangerous than we're making it out to be. You really did save all of us! If you hadn't come out after us, we might not be here now!" John said. I smiled at them and hugged them both. "Well, I'm sure glad you are here! And, I'm glad you realize the seriousness of what happened. We will talk about it some more, when I have more time though! Right now, I better go speak to Elizabeth, and you guys have to finish telling Grandma what happened!" I said. "Thank you John," Grandma said, smiling at me. I winked at her, then headed toward the house. The twins excitedly picked up with the story again. As I walked in the door, I could hear them babbling away excitedly, while Grandma, who was grinning now, kept inserting "OH MY!" at appropriate intervals. * * * When I got to the phone, Jacob was on it, and was snickering. "He's here. Just a moment," he said, and he handed me the phone. "Elizabeth?" I said, into the mouthpiece. "NO! Evan!" Evan replied. "Is Elizabeth alright?" I asked, suddenly alarmed. "I believe so! She was when I saw her earlier today," Evan said. "The bloody rain stopped for a couple minutes, so I hopped over and cut your lawn again." "Oh! Thanks Evan!" I said. "Anyway, the reason I asked if she was alright was because I thought Jacob had rung her up and was speaking with her, but when it turned out to be you, I thought maybe there was a problem and you'd gone to our house to help. See, we had a small problem at the beach this afternoon!" "I know! I heard!" Evan said, "I'm at the Bell & Crown! The BBC was playing on the Telly. Then, suddenly, there you were being interviewed on the beach!" Before I could reply, it sounded like the phone got dropped, then suddenly Sophie came on. "John Darling! Are you alright? The sharks didn't get you did they?" she shrilled. "I'm fine thanks Sophie," I said. "And there weren't any sharks there!" "What? No sharks? They said on the telly that there were sharks everywhere!" Sophie said. "NO! Someone made that up. Anyway, we're all OK!" I said. "Well that's Smashing John! I'm glad you're safe. Come home soon. We all miss you. We'll have a party to celebrate your rescue of the boys! Now here's Evan back!" Sophie said. A moment later Evan came on. "What's all this about a party?" I asked. Evan snickered and said, "Sophie and George are planning a bash when you return! They want to honor you for your heroics!" "Oh please! Tell them not to!" I said. "Piss Off John! A good party will be brilliant!" Evan said, laughing. "Thanks a lot MATE!" I said. We both laughed then. We talked a few minutes longer, then I told him I had to go get ready for the ball. He made me promise to call in a day or two and report on it. We hung up then. "OK," I said, "Now let's call Elizabeth!" I quickly dialed the number, and she answered in one ring. "Not overly anxious to hear from us, eh?" I asked chuckling. "Thank God! Are you alright?" she asked. I assured her we were, and told her Jacob would fill her in on the details, as I had to get ready for the ball. She told me to have fun, and to wish Andy a good time too. Then I handed Jacob the phone, and he launched into the story of what happened. "C'mon Cinderella!" I hollered. "Time to go get ready for the ball!" Andy walked into the hallway, grinning. As we headed upstairs I heard Jacob saying "Oh yes Mum - HUGE sharks were everywhere!" "JACOB!!!" I yelled. "Oh alright! No Mother - I was joking about the sharks, there weren't any!" "That's better! She is pregnant remember," I called back down the stairs, as Andy and I chuckled. * * * Andy and I went directly into the bathroom, and stripped completely. We both used the toilet, and brushed our teeth. I quickly shaved, and Andy borrowed my razor and took a couple swipes at the few hairs he had on the tip of his chin. Then we both hopped into the shower. We were both smelly, and still sticky from the salt water. We both got wet, then as I was shampooing my hair, I felt Andy's hands soaping my body up all over. My genitals were apparently very dirty or smelly, as he spent some extra time washing them, sliding his soapy hands all over them. Of course I became instantly aroused. When I was done shampooing my hair, Andy rinsed me off all over. Then, as soon as I was rinsed off, he squatted in front of me, and sucked my cock into his mouth. "Oh God!" I groaned, as he shoved his mouth down over me, deep throating me to the point he was almost gagging. Andy slid back off me, and began sucking up and down on my hard shaft then, as I quickly grabbed the safety bar for support. As he sucked on my dick, Andy soaped up one of his hands, then reached through my legs and began sliding his soapy hand up and down my ass crack. I relaxed my buttocks' muscles, and felt Andy's hand glide between my cheeks. He began sliding his hand up and down, deep in my ass crack then, as he continued sucking on my dick. After a few strokes of his hand, I felt his soapy fingers zeroing in on my anus, which he then began massaging. With his free hand, Andy reached up and began squeezing my right nipple, which sent shivers through my body. The combined action of Andy's hands and mouth soon had me panting, and I knew it wouldn't be long before my orgasm hit. Andy sucked up and down my rod at a slow methodical pace, making sure he sensuously rubbed my vein-like urethra on the underside of my cock with his tongue, as he ran his mouth up and down me. My legs began to feel weak, and I could feel that familiar warm pre-orgasmic tingle starting in my crotch. Andy began fellating me at a slightly faster pace, almost as if he realized I was getting closer. He began massaging my anus a little harder as well. I began moving my hips back and forth, in an attempt to fuck Andy's mouth. He started sucking on me faster then, and I felt my cum beginning to flow into my dick. A couple more strokes and Andy had to swallow, I was leaking so much pre-cum into his mouth. He started massaging me harder, and sucking on me faster. "Oh FUCK!" I cried, as Andy's index finger jammed up through my sphincter, into my rectum. He felt around inside me for a moment, then located my prostate and began gently kneading it, as he continued sucking on me, and pinching my nipple. With a groan, I suddenly flooded Andy's mouth with my first volley of cum. Swiftly, he swallowed, making room in his mouth for more, which I soon shot. Andy's sucking and massaging, never wavered. He kept on working on me the whole time I stood shaking, and gripping the safety bar, trying to hold myself up, as I spasmed over and over, repeatedly filling Andy's mouth with my cum. Eventually, my orgasm ended, and Andy slowed down. He pulled his finger from my ass, and stopped squeezing my nipple, but he kept on sucking on me for a couple minutes, until my cock oozed it's last bit of cum. "Nice Load!" Andy said, smiling as he pulled off me. "Give me a minute, and we'll see if you can do better," I said, still breathing heavily. Andy stood up and grinned at me. A few minutes later, he was the one who was clutching the safety bar, as his body spasmed over and over, and moaning, he filled my mouth with his hot cum. After Andy recovered from his orgasm, we both rinsed off again, then got out of the tub and dried off. We both dried our hair and applied liberal amounts of deoderant to our pits. Lastly we put on some cologne, then we scooted across the hall to our room and dressed. * * * "Wow!" John said, as the two of us descended the stairs, fully decked out in our tuxes. Everyone admired us a couple minutes, then I ran downstairs and got our boutonnieres, the bottles of champagne Brian had picked up for me, and a block of cheese and box of crackers. Grandma put our boutonnieres on for us, and proclaimed us the most handsome pair of young gentlemen she'd ever seen. The limo arrived then. Grandma insisted on taking our pictures in front of it. Jacob used my camera and took a couple shots as well. Finally, we said good-bye to everyone. I told them we'd be out all night, but that we might come back to change, and get my car, so don't worry if they heard us come in, or my car leaving. Harry handed me back the bag of champagne and food, he had been holding while we had our pictures taken, and the driver opened the door to the limo open for us. Before Andy and I could get in, all the boys had to clambor inside it and look around. "C'mon," I said finally, "You're letting all the cool air out!" Crabbing, the boys all got out of the limo, and Andy and I climbed in. We opened the window and waved as we pulled away, then closed the window and sat down. I gave the driver Craig's address, and he headed in that direction. We pulled up to Craig's house a few minutes after 6:00. He and Jeremy were waiting outside for us. Craig's mother and sister were with them. His mom had a camera too, and had apparently taken their picture. I noticed that Craig's father was conspicuously absent, even though his car was in the driveway. "Wow!" Craig said, as he climbed into the back of the limo and looked around. "This is cool!" As the driver got back in behind the wheel, I told him we had some time to kill before the ball started, and asked him if he could drive to the park in the middle of town, and park by the pond. He said that would be fine, and pulled away from the curb. I closed the divider between the driver's seat and our part of the limo then. "How's about you check the glassware!" I said to Andy, pulling out the champagne. "Cool! Where'd you get that?" Jeremy asked. "I asked Brian to buy it for us," I said, as I handed him the crackers and cheese. "You guys set up our snack, and we'll get the Champagne going. Craig and Jeremy found a plate and knife to cut the cheese with and got that opened up. They left the crackers in the box though, as they were easy enough to get at that way. Meanwhile, Andy and I poured four glasses of Champagne. Then we settled back and enjoyed our refreshments and the limo. When we got to the park, the driver pulled up next to the pond. A moment later, the intercom buzzed. I picked up the phone and he asked if we were parked alright. I told him we were, and that we'd be there about a half hour, but to please keep the engine running and the A/C on. He said that would be fine, and to let him know when we were ready to go. We sat watching the ducks on the pond a couple minutes, while we finished off the first bottle of Champagne. Jeremy started telling dirty jokes then, and soon we were all laughing hysterically, and each of us was telling our own jokes. During a lull in the conversation, Jeremy looked embarrassed, but said, "I don't know about you guys, but I'm horny as hell now!" I chuckled and said, "Didn't you and Craig take care of each other beforehand? Andy and I did!" "I can't believe you'd discuss our love making like that!" Andy said, feigning hautiness. We all laughed. As we were laughing, I noticed that Jeremy had an unmistakeable bulge in his crotch. I began to feel my own cock twitching then. "Well," Craig said, "We did too, but that was almost two hours ago!" Chuckling I said, "Well, you're at least an hour late to be getting horny again Jeremy!" "Not really! I've been horny for at least an hour now!" he said, and we all laughed. "Anyone ever have sex in a limo?" Craig asked, suddenly. "No! But John and I are repeaters in the Mile-High club!" Andy said grinning. "That's so Cool!" Jeremy said. "Tell us about it." Andy looked at me questioningly. I nodded. So Andy told the two of them about our adventures in the airplane restrooms. "Fuck! I want to do that sometime!" Jeremy said. "Me too, but we can't do that now. Andy, John, care to add sex in a limo to your repertoire?" Craig asked. I could tell he was really horny. I noticed Jeremy was adjusting his crotch too. "Really?" Andy asked, looking back and forth between Craig and me. "Why not?" Craig asked. Andy looked at me. I shrugged, and looked at Jeremy. He tinged pink but nodded, and gripped his genitals in his hand and adjusted them a little more. "Let me take care of that for you then, Hon," Craig said, and he leaned toward Jeremy and bent over him and opened his pants. "Scootch down a little Jer," he said. Jeremy scootched his butt closer to Craig, and Craig then reached into Jeremy's pants and extracted his hard penis. It looked to be about 7" long, and of average thickness. He was circumcized. "Scootch your butt over here too John!" Andy said. I looked at Andy and blushed a little, but leaned back and pushed my lower body toward Andy. He opened my pants then and extracted my hardon too. "Holy Shit! You're huge!" Jeremy said, his eyes bugging out. Turning redder, I snickered and said, "well, you're pretty good looking yourself down there, so don't fret!" "But I'm not nearly as big as you." he said. "Uh... c-could I just touch it a minute?" I chuckled and looked at Andy. He grinned and nodded, so I said "Sure!" Jeremy reached over then and wrapped his hand around my penis and gently squeezed it. Then he gave it a couple tugs. "MMmmm!" I moaned, involuntarily. "Gorgeous," Jeremey said, breathing heavily. "And HUGE!" Jeremy didn't let go of me. He just laid there holding my hard cock in his hand. Finally, I reached over and took Jeremy's cock in my hand and gave it a few tugs too. "Oh, nice," he moaned, smiling at me. "Great! They're gonna play with each other, instead of letting us suck them off!" Craig said to Andy. I snickered and let go of Jeremy's dick then, and said, "No thanks! I'll take a blow job over a hand job any day!" Chuckling himself, Jeremy released me as well, and said "likewise!" Craig and Andy smiled then, and both fell on us and began sucking us off. At first, Jeremy and I laid back and watched each other, and our boyfriends, as they sucked our dicks, but eventually, we both became too lost in our own passionate feelings. Within a few minutes, Jeremy suddenly gasped and it was obvious he was filling Craig's mouth with his cum. This excited me just the little bit more that I needed, and I too groaned and began pumping my cum down Andy's throat. Jeremy and I lay on the limo seats, moaning and cumming for the next half minute or so, as Craig and Andy continued sucking on us. Eventually, our orgasms ended, and we lay panting, grinning at one another, as Craig and Andy sat up. After a couple minutes, Jeremy and I got dressed again, then we had our boyfriends lay back while we went down on them. Both of them enjoyed a mutual orgasm as well a couple minutes later, squirting gobs of hot cum down our throats. Once Andy and Craig were recovered from their orgasms, and had redressed, we opened our second bottle of Champagne, which we quickly finished off. * * * We were all feeling totally relaxed after our blow jobs and champagne. It was time to leave for the ball then. I noticed the guys were all looking nervous again, as I buzzed the driver and asked him to drive us to the banquet house. When we pulled up in front of the banquet house a few minutes later, it was like a scene from the Academy Awards! There was a long line of stretch limos, which our's joined. There were crowds of people lining both sides of the red-carpeted walkway to the door. "I'm not so sure this was a good idea," Craig said, suddenly. "Me either," Andy agreed, as both of them looked nervously out the window. "Too late! We're here!" I said, as our limo pulled up to the red carpet. The driver slipped the transmission into park, and jumped out of the limo and ran around to the back door. I felt a little like Mr. Rourke on 'Fantasy Island' as I said, "OK this is it. Smiles everybody, smiles!" The door to the limo opened then. I was the first to climb out. "Oh my God! John's here!" I heard a familiar female voice from somewhere behind me say rather loudly. I held out my hand for Andy then. He took it and climbed out behind me. I dropped his hand, and we both straightened out our tuxes then. Then I took his hand in mine again. "What the fuck?" I heard a guy whisper. The crowd quieted a little, and I heard some muttering, as Craig and Jeremy got out. They too took each other's hands. Together, the four of us walked up the walkway, and joined the end of the line of couples waiting to have their photographs taken. "HA! Good one Wilder! What's up with this?" One of the guys in line said loudly to me. "Nothing more than's up with you! Just coming to the ball with my date!" I said. The boy looked at me and didn't know whether or not to take me seriously. Apparently he decided I was joking, and snickered. When I just smiled at him, he got a confused look on his face. Then he looked away. Out of the corner of my eye, I suddenly saw the principal, Mr. Haggerty bearing down on us... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next chapter in this series will be published shortly. Author's note: Recently, due to a computer glitch, I lost five chapters of this story and a couple from "The Abandoned Boy" (for those of you who are unaware, that's another story I'm writing - it can be found under "High School") that I'd already written. Two of the chapters (57 & 58) I'd already posted, and was able to recover from Nifty. The following three (59 - 61) were totally gone! I'm in the process now of completely re-writing them from memory. It takes on average, an entire day to write one chapter, and get it all down the way I want it. Needless to say, I was completely pissed-off! lol Anyway, the reason I'm telling you all this isn't to get your pity, it's to inform you that from now on I won't be writing ahead, and stock-piling the finished chapters. I'm not going to take a chance on losing so much again! Instead, I'll be posting new chapters as soon as they're written. In some cases, this might be good. You might see more than one chapter posted per week. In other cases though, it might take more than a week for one to get posted. The bottom line is, please don't expect to see a new chapter being posted on a regular weekly basis anymore. I'm sorry, and apologize for any inconvenience this may cause. Thanks for being understanding, and for reading the story. Enjoy! Tom