Date: Sat, 3 Apr 2004 04:54:12 -0800 (PST) From: Thomas Gaige Subject: My Step-Brother Jacob - Chapter 63 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 63 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When I woke up a few hours later, I was laying on my side, facing Andy, who was snuggled up to me sleeping peacefully. Our hardons were resting comfortably next to each other, pointing up toward our faces. Other than the soft sound of Andy's slow, deep breathing, the house was completely quiet. Although the curtains were drawn, the room wasn't dark, as sunlight was filtering in through the cracks between the curtains and the walls. From outside, I could hear children's voices as they played in neighboring yards. I heard Jacob's, Harry's and the twins' voices coming from the backyard as well. In the distance, down the street, I heard the droning sound of a lawn mower as it was pushed back and forth over someone's lawn. A bee was buzzing around outside the open window as well, and a few birds were twittering in the trees. Then, from downstairs in the kitchen, I heard some dishes clinking. I looked at the clock radio. It was 12:30. I supposed Grandma was getting Sunday dinner ready. I felt guilty about all the housework and cooking she'd had to do since the four of us had arrived. I laid there for another minute or two, enjoying Andy's and my closeness. I debated with myself over whether or not to wake him up with a blow job, but figured he needed his sleep more, since we'd been up all night. After a couple minutes, I decided I should get up and go offer to help Grandma. Pushing Andy gently, I rolled him over onto his back. He stirred momentarily, but his rythmic breathing soon returned. Slowly, I crawled out of the bed, so as not to wake him. Once I was on my feet, I looked back down to see that I hadn't woken him. He was still asleep, laying sprawled on his back now. As it was warm, he was covered only by a sheet. There was a prominent tent in the area of his hardon. As I watched him a minute, a momentary smile flashed across his face, and the tent above his crotch twitched. I grinned and snickered softly to myself. I found my briefs, and a pair of cut-off jeans shorts and put them on, carefully bending my now only semi-erect dick, so that it was pointing downward wrapped around my balls. Then I tiptoed out of the room, closing the door again behind me. "What're you doing up already?" Grandma asked, as I padded out into the kitchen. "I woke up a few minutes ago, and decided to come down and help you with dinner," I said, standing on the opposite side of the island from her, hoping to block her view of my crotch, which was still bulging quite a bit. "Oh John! That's not necessary!" she said, handing me a cup of coffee she'd just poured. "Thanks," I said. "And yes it is, I haven't been helping you enough lately. You've had way too much work heaped on you since we all got here!" "Oh stop!" Grandma said, as she refilled her own coffee cup. "You've been busy with school things. Besides, Jacob and Harry have been helping a lot. They ususally set the table and all four of the boys work together clearing it and getting the dishes in the dishwasher. Usually all I have to do is the cooking. The four of them cut and raked the lawn yesterday, and this morning after church they weeded the flower beds out front." "Wow! Didn't realize they'd been helping so much, but I'm glad," I said, sipping my coffee. "Well, they have, and it is appreciated," she said. "By the way, Evan called earlier, and wants you to call him. He said he'd be at your house this afternoon." "Thanks, did he say why? Is everything OK?" I asked. "He didn't say, but he didn't say anthing was wrong. Why don't you go call him," Grandma said. "Good idea!" I said. My hardon had softened completely now, so I stepped over to the half-bathroom off the kitchen and emptied my bladder. After I washed my hands, I went to the phone in the hallway and called our house. Elizabeth answered. She said that everything was fine, and that Evan was there to help her with a few things he "insisted" she not do alone. "Really John! Did you tell him that pregnant women are invalids? The lad hasn't let me do anything while you've been away. He's always over here doing things for me!" Elizabeth said. I chuckled and told her to enjoy it, that I didn't want her overworking herself either. Then I asked her if she still had enough food left. Before we'd left, each time I'd made dinner for us, I'd made extra so I could freeze a portion for her to heat up and eat while we were away. All she'd have to do was add salad and rolls or bread, and she'd have a meal. "I've eaten about half of the dinners you left. It was brilliant of you to fix them for me. And they're quite wonderful. Thank you so much. And you'll be happy to know that I'm doing quite well heating them up each night." she said. I asked her then how she and the baby were doing. She told me that the baby was fine. Growing right along on schedule. She was fine too, but in the last week or so she had developed a sudden craving for spotted dick. I got hysterical laughing of course when she said that. At first she didn't understand why I was laughing so, but when I explained about "dick" she started chuckling herself. "Well!" she said, primly, once our laughter had died down. "That was NOT what I was referring to! I was referring to a food I haven't eaten since I was a child!" There was more laughter from me of course. Sounding a little annoyed now, she explained that "spotted dick" were cylindrical dumplings with currants in them (which is why they are called "spotted"). They were sliced and seved with custard or a sweet sauce. Still chuckling, I asked her if she was able to get any anywhere. She told me that surprisingly, while telling Mr. Walsh about her craving, he'd said that he would be more than happy to help her out. I lost it and roared hysterically then at the thought of Mr. Walsh offering to help Elizabeth find some "spotted dick"! "Oh Really John! Is that ALL you American boys ever think of?" she asked, chuckling a little herself. "Anyway, Mr. Walsh has a wonderful recipe for them. It belonged to his wife. She used to make them. So, he got out his recipe and made me some. They were smashing! Unfortunately for him, the poor bloke realized how much I enjoyed them, and he hasn't gotten out of his kitchen since!" We both laughed then. I asked her about Jack then. She said he was sitting right next to her, so I had her hold the phone to his ear, and I talked to him a minute. He was barking and going nuts trying to figure out where I was, and how I got into the phone, Elizabeth said when she got back on the line. Poor Jack. We talked a few minutes longer, and I told her about the ball. She turned the phone over to Evan after that. Evan and I talked a while then. He wanted to know all about the ball, so I told him everything, including about our trip to the beach afterward. By the time I'd finished telling him about that, he was complaining he was hard as a rock. Snickering, I told him he better hang up and make a quick trip to the loo to take care of things. He said he might just do that. I told him to grab a tube of lube from my nightstand on his way. "Bugger John! You're going to have me creaming before I get to the loo!" he said. Snickering, we said good-bye and hung up. * * * Jacob ran breathlessly in the front door then. "Hey! Slow down!" I said. "I can't! I need a plaster!" he said, and he ran up the stairs, as I looked after him. "What does he need?" Grandma asked, appearing behind me with her watering can in her hands, looking mystified. I snickered and said, "he means he needs a band-aid. Must've cut himself." "Shouldn't we-" she started to ask, but was cutoff by Jacob bounding back down the stairs again already. "Are you alright Jacob?" she asked. "Yes Maam. Sponge Bob did the trick!" he said, grinning and holding up his right index finger, displaying a Sponge Bob Square Pants band-aid. We all laughed. Grandma headed out to the front porch then to water her hanging plants. "How was the ball?" Jacob asked. "It was great!" I said. "Tell me about it," he said. "Don't you have to get back outside to the guys?" I asked. "They'll wait. We haven't had much time to talk lately," he said. I grinned and draped an arm around his shoulders and said, "You're right about that! C'mon, let's sit a minute and talk." I led Jacob into the living room and we sat down on the couch. I told him about the ball, and a little about our trip to the beach, and about my conversation with Elizabeth. He told me then what he and the guys had been up to lately. Andy came down the stairs then, wearing just a pair of jeans. I noticed his crotch was bulging yet. He sat down on the other side of Jacob and mussed Jacob's hair. "How've you been Jacob?" he asked, leaning over and kissing him on the top of the head. "Splendid thank you, Andy! Did you enjoy the ball?" Jacob asked. "Yes I did!" Andy said. The three of us talked a bit longer, then Jacob said he'd best get back outside to Harry and the twins. * * * Andy and I wandered into the kitchen. While I got a second cup of coffee and a doughnut, he stopped in the bathroom to relieve himself. When he emerged, he got himself a glass of orange juice and a banana. We sat down together then and ate quietly. While we were eating, I noticed that Andy seemed preoccupied. "What's up?" I asked. Andy just looked at me a minute, as if he was trying to decide whether or not to tell me what was bothering him. "What?" I asked. "You won't like it," Andy said, returning to his banana. "Well, why don't you let me be the judge of that," I said. "Fine!" Andy said. "I was thinking about that Roger fellow who got 'outted' at the dance last night. I still feel sorry for him." "Andy! The guy's an asshole! You saw what he did to my car!" I said. "Yes! But it wasn't permanent damage. That was to get back at you for outting him!" Andy said. "True, your comment wasn't that bad, but it was the catalyst for the others to join in. He's blaming you!" "Well, it wasn't my fault," I said. "Why are you so upset about him, anyway?" "Well, I can imagine how he must be feeling," Andy said. "So what do you want me to do about it?" I asked. "I don't know. Maybe you can try to talk to him at the beach later?" Andy said. "I seriously doubt he'll show his face there after last night!" I said. "True! That would be a shame too. He shouldn't feel he can't attend," Andy said, looking at me. I looked at Andy a minute, as he looked back at me. "FINE! I'll go talk to him! I gotta shower first though," I said. "OH GOODY! I'll join you!" Andy said, grinning suddenly. I chuckled and said, "OK, c'mon. It's getting late already." * * * Andy and I took the stairs two at a time. We each took a shit. Then, we brushed our teeth together. Finally, we shared my razor, and gave ourselves a quick once-over shave. Afterward, we got into the shower together. After I closed the shower curtain, Andy wrapped his arms around me, and we shared a long sensual kiss. We both had semi-erections by the time we parted. I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature, then got under the spray and got wet. As I turned around, Andy grabbed my cock and ball with soapy hands and started washing and massaging me. Within seconds I was hard as a rock. "Gotta get Jeremy's 'smell' off you!" he said, snickering, as he continued sliding his hand up and down my rigid dick. I laughed. Andy proceeded to wash me thoroughly down there. A minute or so later, he stopped and proceeded to wash me all over. He even shampooed my hair. When he was finished, and I'd been rinsed well, Andy squatted in front of me and sucked my hard cock into his mouth, and began sucking up and down on it. "Oh Yeah!" I said grinning down at the top of Andy's blond head. I put my hands on his head and began gently fucking in and out of Andy's mouth, as he stopped to let me take control for a minute. After a minute, Andy resumed sucking up and down on me again, and I reliquished control back to him. It was then I felt a soapy finger worming its way between my ass cheeks. As Andy continued sucking on me, he began rubbing my anus as well. "Oh fuck that feels good Andy," I exclaimed, as I began humping his mouth a little again. Andy wiggled his fingertip around on my asshole a little harder then, and started sucking a little faster. It felt awesome. I knew it wouldn't be long before I shot my load. Andy sucked on me and massaged me a little longer, but then suddenly he pressed harder with his finger against my anus, and his slippery finger slid up inside me. "Oh Fuck!" I groaned, crumpling forward over Andy, as he began rubbing my prostate. I felt my orgasm building up then. As Andy finger-fucked me, rubbing my prostate, and sucked on my dick, I leaned back, and threw my head back. Grabbing the safety bar, I tensed up, as my orgasm began. "AAAWWwwww!" I exclaimed, gasping, as my first volley of jism shot out of my dick, filling Andy's waiting mouth. Andy swallowed quickly and kept on sucking on me and rubbing my prostate, as I tensed up and shot another load. Repeatedly I spasmed and filled Andy's mouth over the next half minute or so, until my balls ached, I'd cum so much. Finally, I gently pushed Andy off me. "Enough! There's none left!" I said, grinning down at him, as I held onto the safety bar yet because my legs felt weak. Andy snickered and stood up then. In a couple minutes, after the strength in my legs had returned, I washed Andy all over and sucked him off, just like he'd done to me. I even kept on sucking until he too had to push me away. We both rinsed off then and got out of the shower and helped each other dry off. We blew dry our hair. Then we scampered naked across the hall to our room and got dressed. * * * "Dinner'll be in about an hour and a half, is that OK?" Grandma asked, diplomatically choosing to ignore our flushed faces. "Cool! Andy'll help you out. I have to run a quick errand!" I said. "You don't want me to come along?" Andy asked, looking a little surprised. "Nope! Rog and I need to discuss this alone," I said. "Be back soon." I took my keys off the key rack then, and headed out to my car. * * * I knew where Roger lived. It wasn't far from Grandma's. When I got there, the house looked quiet, but there were a couple of cars in the driveway, and the front door and windows were open. I parked on the street in front of the house, got out, went to the front door and rang the bell. A pleasant looking woman, most likely Roger's mother, answered. "Is Roger home please? I'm one of his classmates," I said. "Well, yes. He's home. But I'm not sure he's accepting visitors," the woman said. She kept eyeing me. "Well, could you please ask him if he'll talk to me? My name's John Wilder, and it's rather important," I said. The woman looked at me a moment, as if she was trying to evaluate whether or not I was a friend or foe. Finally, she must've decided I didn't mean any harm. "Something happened at the senior ball last night. Roger came home much earlier than we expected, and has been up in his room ever since. He won't talk to us. Were you there? Do you know what happened?" the woman asked. Her eyes looked watery. "I was there, and I know what happened, but I'm not at liberty to tell you about it. I am here to talk to Roger about it though. I want to see if I can help," I said. "Oh," the woman said. "OK, I'll see if I can get him to come down." She left me waiting on the front porch and went upstairs. It was quiet for a couple minutes, but then I heard Roger shouting. "I told you I don't want to talk to him!" I heard him holler. I heard some more muffled talking, then Roger's mother appeared at the door. "I'm sorry, but he doesn't want to talk to you," she said. She clearly had tears in her eyes now. "I see. um... excuse me for hollering," I said, then I hollered through the screen door "ROGER! COME TALK TO ME OR I'LL HAVE TO TELL HER WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT!" Roger's mother's eyes got big. From upstairs came a couple thuds, then Roger swearing. Finally, a door opened and slammed shut. Then Roger came bounding down the stairs. "Why can't you just leave me alone?" he asked, slamming the door open, nearly hitting me in the face. He brushed brusquely past his mother, and strode out onto the porch. He was glaring at me, but I could see that his eyes were bloodshot and swollen, like he'd been crying. "You and I need to have a talk Rog," I said. "How about we take a little walk and go where we can talk privately?" Roger looked scared suddenly. "I just want to talk, that's all," I said. He glared at me again. "Fine! C'mon!" he said, grabbing my arm, and half pulling, half pushing me down the front steps. When we got to the bottom, of the steps he let go of me and stalked off in the direction of the elementary school across the street. Silently I followed him. * * * When we got behind the school, Roger looked around furtively, to make sure we were alone. "Why can't you just leave me alone? Didn't you do enough last night?" he asked. "Roger! You started it! You didn't have to say anything to Andy and I. And, you didn't have to put any graffiti on my car either!" I said. Roger looked a little startled. "Come on Rog, I know it was you!" I said. "Fine! I'm sorry about the car! I was just trying to get back at you for what you did at the ball!" he said, glaring at me. "You started it Roger!" I said. "All I did was make a comment back to you." "Yeah, but then all your friends had to say all those things!" Roger said. "Are you denying that what they said about you and Chris Coager is true?" I asked. Roger blushed profusely, then looked angrily at me and yelled, "Of course I am! It never happpened!" "Roger, I saw the video of you and Chris up in the treehouse. You can clearly see that Chris is giving it to you up the ass! And Roger - you were enjoying it!" I said. I had thought that Roger knew about the video Dennis and Jeff had made the day they saw the two of them going at it in Chris's treehouse. Apparently, I was wrong. He was clearly stunned to hear about it. Tears welled in his eyes, and he looked mortified. His lower jaw trembled. Suddenly his face changed to a mask of rage though, and he lashed out at me and punched me in the face, hitting me beside my left eye. I was sure I'd have a black eye later on. "FUCK YOU WILDER! There was no tape! You made that up to try and trick me into admitting something that's not true!" he screamed at me, as he tried to hit me again. I was ready for Roger this time, and blocked his punch. He kept on trying to hit me, trying to connect with me again, but I never let him. This only made him angrier. He began flailing then, trying to hit me anyway he could. I dodged him each time, as he began screaming at me. Tears of anger, pain, and frustration began to run down his cheeks. After a minute or two, I grabbed his right arm as he threw a punch at me, and pulled him to me, spinning him around, so his back was to me. Then I pulled him into me and pinioned his arms against him, restraining him. Roger struggled to get free and kept on screaming angrily at me. I just held onto him, letting him work out his anger by struggling and hollering. Eventually, he tired, and stopped struggling. He stopped hollering, only to start crying. "Let go of me!" he screamed, pitifully then. Cautiously, I released him. He pulled away from me and stumbled a few feet away. Then he sank down with his back against the school wall and curled into a ball, hiding his face against his knees. His crying turned into pitiful sobbing then. I waited a minute, until his sobbing abated a little, then I sat down next to him and put an arm around him. He tried to shrug it off, but I persisted. Finally he gave up and just buried his face even further between his knees. "It'll be OK Roger!" I said, as I sat with my arm around him. "I didn't come here to hurt you today, or to make matters worse. I'm sorry if that's what happened. I came to try and help." Roger cried a few minutes, but finally, he seemed to calm down. "You didn't come to help. You came to gloat!" Roger said, haltingly, not looking up. "No Rog. I didn't." I said. "Well, why are you here? What do you want?" he asked, looking up at me, his face streaked with dampness from his tears. "I came to talk to you. To see if you were OK," I said. "Why? Why would you care if I was OK?" he asked. "Truthfully, it was Andy's idea. He said he felt bad for you, and he thought I should try to help you," I said. "I guess he was right. You're in pretty bad shape about this." "Was there really a tape?" he asked, looking pitifully at me. "Yeah, there was," I said. "I'm sorry. I thought you knew. They figured no one would believe them when they told them what they saw you guys doing. Dennis's dad had a video camera, so they grabbed it and filmed about a minute of you guys doing it. I don't think they showed it to too many people though. They did show it to me, Boob, and Boner one day though. We told them they really shouldn't show it to anyone else, but I don't know if they did or not. It's gone now. Denny's little sister taped over it not long after Denny showed it to us. And he didn't have any copies. It shouldn't make a big difference at this point. It was almost 4 years ago." "Prove it! What was I wearing?" he said, somewhat desperately. "Nothing," I said. "You both were completely naked. You were in Chris's treehouse. You were on your hands and knees, facing Dennis's house. Chris was behind you doggie style, and he was giving it to you up the butt. You were telling Chris to give it to you harder. He did. You were both enjoying it, and you both had orgasms. Really good ones too, from the looks on your faces!" Tears welled anew in Roger's eyes, and he buried his face against his knees and wept again. I squeezed Roger with the arm I had draped around him. "C'mon man! It's not as bad as it seems. I doubt too many people saw it before it got destroyed," I said. Still crying, he looked up at me and said, "W-well, y-you saw it! Th-that's bad enough!" "Me? What makes it worse if I saw it?" I asked. "It's j-just bad that anyone saw it," he said, wiping his face with the backs of his hands. I chuckled and said, "Well, there's no reason to feel bad about me seeing it. All it did for me was give me a hardon! I SO wanted to be Chris!" "You did?" Roger asked, looking at me with surprise. "Sure!" I said. "Remember, I'm bi. You're good looking. You were back then too. I wouldn't have minded giving it to you!" "Really? You want to fuck me?" Roger asked. I chuckled and said, "Well, back then, when I saw the video, the thought did cross my mind. And you're still good looking. But I'm spoken for now." Roger just looked at me a minute. "So are you going to finally admit to me you're gay?" I asked. Roger turned red in the face, and looked at me. Finally, he said, "What's to admit? You saw the tape. You know already!" "Well, if we're going to talk about it, you need to be open and honest with me," I said. "Fine! I'm gay! Are you satisfied? Just go away now! I don't want to talk to you about it!" Roger said. "Sorry Rog. I'm not going anywhere," I said. "Not till we talk some more." "You're a pain in the ass Wilder!" he said, glaring at me. "I've been told that before," I said, smiling slightly. "Look, I'm sorry about what happened last night. When I made the comment to you about you and Chris, I never thought anyone else was going to carry it further. I just wanted you to leave me and Andy alone." "Yeah! Well, it did go further!" Roger said. "I know, and I'm sorry about that!" I said. "Well how would you like to be outted at your senior ball, while you were dancing with your girlfriend?" he asked somewhat hostily. I chuckled and said, "Well... in reality, I pretty much was, only in my case I was dancing with my boyfriend, and it was intentional on my part." A glimmer of a half-smile crossed Roger's face fleetingly, but was quickly replaced by his depressed, and somewhat angry look. "I suppose that's true, but you wanted to out yourselves. I didn't! I didn't want anyone to know I was gay. I still don't want them to. But it's too late now! Even if everyone hasn't heard already, I'm sure that bitch'll tell them all!" "Who's 'that bitch'?" I asked. "Who do you think? Rosemary!" he said. "She's such a bitch sometimes. And she was so pissed off last night! Everyone has to know by now! And she'll make it even worse than it really is! Thank God school's over, and I never have to see any of them again!" "You got all week to go this week yet, exams, and graduation," I said. "I'm not going to school this week, and I'm not going to graduation. I don't know what I'm gonna do about exams yet," he said. "Roger, you have to come to school, exams and graduation," I said. "What'll your parents think about you skipping commencement?" "I'll tell them I'm sick," he said. "Roger! This is rediculous. Pretty much everyone already thought you were gay. I have no clue why Rosemary didn't know. Anyway, not that much has changed. You should just come to school, and ignore anyone who says anything," I said. "I can't face them again!" Roger said. "Sure you can!" I said. "In fact, I know the perfect way for you to blend back in. Come to the picnic this afternoon!" "I can't do that!" he said, looking at me incredulously. "You can if you come with me and Andy!" I said. "You can hang out with us, and our friends. I promise, they won't make fun of you, or bother you! They're not like that. Besides, I'll shut 'em up if they try!" "You'd do that for me?" he asked incredulously. "Even after I trashed your car?" I grinned and said, "you didn't do any permanent damage, it washed right off. I understand though why you did it. I think, at least I hope, we're past you blaming just me for what happened. As for helping you now. Yeah, I'll do what I can to help you get back in at school with the least amount of embarrassment." "I don't get why you'd do this though," Roger said. "You've been a complete asshole for a long time Roger. To everyone," I said. "After talking to you now, and seeing the real you, I think I know why though. I think it's all a cover. A shield you've put up around yourself. It's time to lower the shield Rog, and let people see the real you. The one who's lurking inside you. The one who's really not an asshole. the guy who just wants what every other person wants. To be accepted for who you are! So come on. Show everyone you have balls! Even gay guys can have balls you know! Let's go get your stuff. You're coming to the beach party with me and Andy! I promise if it goes bad, I'll bring you home! OK?" I stood up then and held out my hand to him. He looked up at me a moment, then hesitantly, he reached up and took my hand and let me pull him up off the ground. I smiled at Roger and said, "It's gonna be fine! I truly believe it!" He gave me a hesitant half-smile then. "C'mon. Let's go back to your house. You can grab your swim trunks and boogie board, and we'll get going." I said. We started walking back to Roger's house then. * * * When we got back to Roger's house. His parents were both standing in the doorway looking worried. Roger's eyes were all red and puffy. It was clear he'd been crying. My eye must've started to blacken too, as I noticed Roger's father looking intently at it for a few seconds. "What happened? What's going on Roger? Are you alright?" his mother asked, sounding like she was going to cry. "Did you two fight?" his father asked. "Why won't you tell us what's wrong?" his mother whined, as a tear rolled down her cheek. Roger started to tremble then, and just stood looking back and forth between his parents. He looked ready to explode. "FINE!" he shouted. "You want to know what's wrong? I'll tell you! I'm gay! And last night at the ball, I was 'outted' to the whole school!" Looking ready to burst into tears again, he sprinted up the stairs, as his parents both looked after him, with mixed emotions clouding their faces. I heard a door slam from upstairs. I was stunned by Roger's outburst. I never thought he'd tell his parents. At least not like that. As I watched Roger's parents, they both turned their attention back to me. We all stared at each other rather awkwardly for a moment. "Is this what you were talking with Roger about?" his mother asked, tearfully. I thought a second, then said, "um, yeah." "Is he alright?" she asked. "Hard to tell. I think he will be," I said. "What happened at the ball last night?" his father asked me, sounding angry. "And what's this about him being gay?" "You really need to ask Roger all about this," I said. "But whatever you do, make sure he knows you love him no matter what! He loves you both, and needs you now!" "Of course we love him!" Roger's mother said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply you don't," I said. "Our son is gay?" Roger's father asked me. I just looked at him, not knowing what to say. Finally I said, "You'll have to ask him sir, but I hope it doesn't matter what his answer is." The Coxs just stared at me. Finally, Mrs. Cox said, "it doesn't. He's our son no matter what. Right dear?" Mrs. Cox looked fearfully at her husband. I looked at him too. He didn't respond right away. He appeared to be thinking about how to answer. After a minute, looking rather deflated, he said, "No. It doesn't matter. He's my son and I love him!" I felt my eyes water as I smiled broadly at them. "That's great! Make sure he knows that!" I said. "Ar-are you Roger's boyfriend?" Mrs. Cox asked. I chuckled, then smiled and said, "no, we're just friends." "Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply you were gay!" she said, tinging pink. I chuckled again and said, "well, in honesty, I'm bisexual. I do have a partner who's a guy though." "I see," Mrs. Cox said. There was an awkward pause again, during which Mr. Cox studied me intently. He'd just opened his mouth again to say something, when Roger suddenly came running down the stairs, with a bag in his hands. "Where are you going?" his mother asked, fearfully. "To the beach party!" he replied, and raced out the door. "ROGER! We need to talk!" his father called after him. Roger ignored him and got into my car. "Let me see if I can't get him to come talk to you a minute. I think he'll feel better if he does." I said. They both smiled slightly at me as I walked out the door, and to my car. I got in the driver's side and put my key in the ignition, but I didn't start the car. "They want to talk to you," I said. "I don't want to talk to them. Not yet," Roger said. "It'll be OK," I said. "We talked while you were upstairs. They're OK that you're gay, and they love you!" Roger's eyes filled with tears, and his lower jaw began to tremble as he looked at me. I grinned and said "Go talk to them a few minutes. You'll all feel much better. I'll wait here. Don't be too long though, we have to be back to my place for dinner in a little less than half an hour." "Dinner?" he asked. "Sure! We gotta eat!" I said. "I can't figure you out Wilder!" Roger said. "Nothing to figure out," I said. "I just mean I don't get why you're being so nice to me, after all I've ever been to you is an asshole." he said. "I told you, I know that was just a cover. In here," I patted his chest and continued, "lurks a nice guy! I'm sure of it!" He grinned at me and said, "Even if that's not true, you sure make me wish it was." "That's all you need in order to change then. Just stop being an asshole. You'll find people might like you," I said. "I'm gonna try. Really," he said. "You're my inspiration." "Cool! Now go talk to your rents a few minutes. They want to get all warm and fuzzy with you a few minutes I think!" I said. Roger smiled nervously at me, but got out of the car and walked back toward the front door. I could see his parents still standing in the doorway watching. They held the screen door open, as Roger approached it. After he walked in, they all disappeared from sight. * * * Twenty minutes later, Roger bounded back out to the car, wearing a grin on his face. His eyes were watery, but he looked happy. He also had a lipstick mark on his left cheek. "Thanks!" Roger exclaimed, as he climbed back into the car next to me. "You were right! I feel so much better! They seem happier too! I can't believe they don't care that I'm gay! Especially my father! Did you threaten them or something?" I laughed, and said "No! We just talked a little. They decided that on their own. I told you it'd be OK!" Roger just grinned at me, as his eyes glistened with tears. I chuckled and licked my thumb, then rubbed his mother's lipstick off his cheek with my thumb. "Thanks," he said chuckling. "You were right about them wanting to get warm and fuzzy too! Thanks for everything!" I chuckled and started the engine. * * * We got back to the house, just as Grandma was calling the boys in for dinner. Everyone looked curiously at Roger as we walked in the back door. Then I noticed they were looking at my eye too. "What happened to your eye?" Jacob asked. Everyone looked at me then. "I bumped it," I said. "On what?" Grandma asked. I chuckled and said, "I kinda got in the way of Roger's hand. It's nothing." Everyone looked at us, and Roger said guiltily, "It should never have happened. I-" "It was just an accident," I said, cutting him off. "Everyone, this is a friend of mine from school - Roger Cox." Roger looked at me and smiled greatfully, then I introduced him to everyone. "Would you like to join us for dinner?" Grandma asked. "That's not nec-" Roger started to say. "Yes, he's joining us. I'll set a place for him," I said, cutting him off again. "Wonderful," Grandma exclaimed, smiling. Roger just smiled stupidly at me and blushed a little. Andy walked over to us then. He and Roger looked at each other. "I owe you an apology," Roger said. "I'm sorry about last night." "On the contrary," Andy said, "I'm sorry about how things ended up for you!" "It's OK," Roger said. "John and I talked. A lot. He doesn't drop it when he gets and idea, does he?" Andy grinned and said, "nope! So how're you doing? Are you OK?" "Yeah, I'm fine! Better than fine! John fixed things with my parents. Now he's insisting that I go to the beach party with you guys. I hope you don't mind." Roger said. "I'd have minded more if he didn't bring you home with him!" Andy said grinning. "You're too nice!" Roger said. Andy just grinned at him. "OK, dinner's served," Grandma said, as she handed each of the boys a dish with food to put on the diningroom table. I quickly grabbed a place setting for Roger and added it to the table. We all sat down then. I sat at the end of the table, facing Grandma who was at the other end. Andy and Roger sat on either side of me. The boys filled in the other places next to them. We had a nice dinner together, afterwhich the boys cleared the dishes, and we got ready to go to the beach party. * * * Roger followed Andy and I upstairs, and asked where he could change into his swim trunks. I told him he could use the bathroom, or join me and Andy. Before he could say anything, Scott raced past us and into the bathroom. "Gotta poop bad!" he hollered, and slammed the door shut. We all snickered. "Guess you'll be changing with me and Andy!" I said, chuckling. "I can wait," Roger said. "If you'd like, but it doesn't matter to us," I said. He looked uncertainly at us, until Andy grinned and said, "Oh come along. you'll get a chance to see the two of us nude!" Roger chuckled and blushed, but followed us into our room. Andy shut the door behind him. The two of us both quickly stripped naked. Roger just stood watching us a moment. "Christmas will arrive if you don't get a move on Roger!" Andy said, chuckling at him. Roger turned red then, but started to take his clothes off. "Nice dick Roger!" Andy said, once Roger was completely naked. Roger turned redder, but said "Thanks. You too. I never saw one that wasn't circumsized before." "Well, take a good look at it if you'd like," Andy said, turning directly toward him. Roger couldn't help himself. He stared at Andy's member, which began to slowly stiffen. I watched rather incredulously, as apparently, without thinking, Roger reached for Andy's penis. Andy grinned. "Oh my God!" Roger exclaimed, stopping suddenly, and ripping his hand back. "I'm SO sorry!" Andy chuckled and said, "It's OK. You can touch it if you want." "Really?" Roger asked looking confused. "Go ahead," Andy said. Roger blushed some more, but then he reached out and took Andy's semi-erect penis in his hand. He wrapped his hand around Andy's tool, which continued getting larger and harder. The head of his dick popped out from under his foreskin, as his penis expanded. Without thinking, Roger began slowly moving his hand back and forth. "OH God, Roger!" Andy exclaimed, as Roger began masturbating him... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next chapter in this series will be published shortly.