Date: Wed, 7 Jul 2004 21:50:41 -0700 (PDT) From: Thomas Gaige Subject: My Step-Brother Jacob - Chapter 70 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 70 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next few days I spent making some minor repairs to both Grandma's and my houses, and the boys' tree house. I also worked on Grandma's and my cars too, changing the oil, and doing tune-ups. The twins followed me around, as I worked, eager to learn how to do everything, especially engine work on the cars. Andy, Jacob, and Harry all pitched in and helped out with some of the work as well. By the end of the week, I had everything in ship shape order. In between my maintenance work, the guys and I rehearsed a couple times and worked out what we'd play at the concert. We were in top form for the concert. Much to the boys' delight, I squeezed in a little time to get in a trip to the skateboard park, and a couple trips to the beach with them as well. As the weekend drew nearer though, all of them became a little subdued, as we were scheduled to leave for England on the fifth of July. Jacob and Harry were sad to be leaving, and the twins were sad that we were too. * * * The fourth of July dawned warm and sunny. It was going to be a hot one. As we didn't have to be at the Paramount to perform until almost 6:00, Grandma had planned a Barbeque for noontime, afterwhich we'd go to the festival. She'd invited some of her friends, and the guys from the band to come over too, and they all said they could for a little while at least. We all spent the morning getting things ready. About 11:00 people started showing up. My tenants were having a barbeque too, so the street was parked full of cars. Everyone visited for a while, and at noon, I started the grill. We had hot dogs and hamburgers, and there were potato and macaroni salads, cole slaw, and baked beans for side dishes. Baskets of chips and pretzels were scattered about to snack on too. There was an old wash tub filled with ice and cans of beer, and another with sodas. Everyone thoroughly enjoyed their meals! I was about to cut up a bunch of watermelons for dessert, when Grandma surprised us and brought out several apple pies, and a couple of cartons of vanilla ice cream as well. As we sat enjoying our pie, Scott snickered and said, "we're just like that old commercial - 'Baseball, hot dogs, apple pie, and Chevrolet'! We had hot dogs, and now we're having apple pie. John and Grandma both drive Chevrolets. All we need is a baseball game!" "That's a great idea Squirt!" Boner exclaimed. "How about we get a game going?" The guys were all enthusiastic, so after we'd helped pick everything up, we gathered up our equipment. Most of the guys had their gloves in their cars. I did too. The guys at the barbeque at my house heard us talking about a baseball game, and asked if we needed any extra players. We said that'd be great, so they joined us. We all trooped off together then, down to the corner, where there was an empty lot big enough for us to play in. In fact, it was used so much for games, that the grass was worn off along the base lines, and there were usually hunks of cardboard or other things left there to use as bases. "I don't know how good I'll be at this John, I've never played!" Andy said, as we walked down the street. "Ever play Cricket?" I asked. "Yes," he said. "Well, it's similar, but different. You can be on my team, and I'll explain as we go," I said. * * * When we got to the empty lot, we quickly divided up into teams, and evened ourselves out, then played ball. It was a good game. Somehow, we'd divided up so we had an equal amount of good players, and an equal amount of less experienced players. The score stayed close throughout the game. As the game progressed, I explained things to Andy. He was a quick study. While we were waiting our turn at bat, I showed Andy how to hold the bat, stand and swin. When Andy went up to bat his first time, I told him to do his best to hit the ball as far as he could. I was surprised when he hit it very well, getting a base hit with an RBI, which brought us back into the lead. He was most happy with himself, as he stood on first base grinning at me. He wasn't as happy a couple minutes later though when Legs hit a pop fly that came down in the infield and the pitcher caught it. I'd failed to tell Andy about the infield fly rule, and he was most surprised when Van Gogh was still standing on second base when he got there and was hollering at him to run back to first. He had no idea why anyone would do that, but spun around and headed back to first. Unfortunately, he got tagged. "What the hell was that all about?" he asked, accusatively when he got back to where I was. Blushing and snickering I explained. "Well, that's a bloody stupid rule if you ask me!" he complained bitterly. We all snickered, then my tenant, who was on our team, told him not to worry about it, because he'd done good getting an RBI. Andy was still a little miffed though. His next time at bat, at the end of the next inning, Andy was both determined, but also nervous. The bases were loaded and we had two outs. All of us agonized for a couple minutes, as he built up a full count of 2 strikes and 3 balls. Then a couple of the guys on the other team started to jeer at him, chanting "can't hit". "Well! You blokes are just plain RUDE!" he exclaimed, causing us all to laugh. We knew whatever happened with the next pitch, the game would be progressing, one way or the other. I felt rather bad for Andy, being under all that pressure. He seemed peeved at the players on the other team who were jeering at him though. Boner tossed the ball, and to mine and everybody elses shock and surprise, Andy hit a home run, blasting the ball clear out of the empty lot. It came down out in the street, and rolled away toward our house, with Scott sprinting after it. Our team erupted in loud shouts and cheering, as the players who were on base all jogged into home plate, with Andy following behind them. As he ran past the guys on the other team in the outfield, who'd been jeering at him, he made faces at them. Everyone was roaring with laughter as he ran into home plate. "That'll teach them to be rude to me!" he declared, grinning at us. "I'm gonna ask them to jeer at you each time!" Craig laughed. "That was a great hit Andy!" Andy was quite pleased with himself, and was all smiles after that. As the game drew to a close, we were tied up, and thought we'd end up going into extra innings maybe. Boner's team was having its last raps at bat. As John came up to bat, there were two outs, and they had Scott on second base. John got a base hit, and Scott made it to third. Jewels was up at bat next. He hit a line drive to first. My tenant who was playing first, missed the ball. Scott made it to home. Craig retrieved the ball and threw it to second, and John was out. The game was over, and the other team won by one point! John was a little disappointed that he'd made the final out though. Laughing, Boner grabbed John and gave him a noogie and said, "Don't sweat it Squirt! You got the winning hit! Without it, we might not have won!" John was grinning, after Boner released him, although he rubbed his head for a minute or so. We congratulated the winners, and they thanked us for a good game, then we all headed back to our houses. * * * When we got back to the house, I cut up the watermelons, and we all devoured them. "So Scotty!" I said. "You got your baseball, hot dogs, and apple pie. I think you'll get a ride in the Chevy in a few minutes! We're gonna have to get moving if we want to catch any of the festival, before the concert!" Scott grinned and looked at Jacob and Harry and said, "Now you've experienced what it is to be true Americans!" We all laughed. After We finished our melon, and picked up, the guys all took off. We agreed to meet at the Paramount in a couple hours. Grandma's guests all took their leave as well. I sent the boys upstairs to shower, and told them not to use up the hot water, so Andy and I could shower quick too. When Andy and I got upstairs a few minutes later, we heard all four of their voices coming from the bathroom, as well as a few low moans. Grinning, I waggled my eyebrows and said, "I expect they'll be taking a few minutes!" Andy grinned at me and we went into our room and shut the door. * * * Quickly, we took off our clothes. "What do you feel like doing?" Andy asked. "Since time's short, how 'bout we '69'?" I asked. Andy grinned, and hopped on the bed, stretching out, and laying on his side. I pulled a tube of KY from the night stand drawer, and quickly got on the bed, facing the opposite direction, so our genitals were at mouth level with each other. "What's with the lube?" Andy asked. "Thought we could finger fuck each other at the same time!" I said, grinning. "Ah!" Andy grinned. I squeezed a little lube into his right hand, and as I was squeezing some into my own, I felt Andy's slippery fingers begin sliding between my ass cheeks. "Oh yeah!" I exclaimed, grinning, as his fingers started probing my hole. A couple seconds later, my finger was between Andy's buttocks, massaging his hole as well, and we were both sucking on each other's dicks. Andy's mouth felt like warm, wet, velvet, as it slid up and down the length of my rigid rod, and his finger was gently rubbing back and forth over my pucker. He was fondling my balls with his free hand as well. It felt wonderful, and I knew it wouldn't be too long before I came. I could tell from the soft pleasureful murmurs Andy was emitting, that he felt the same way. As I continued sucking up and down Andy's stiff shaft, I slowly started to push my index finger against his sphincter. Hungrily, I felt his hole loosen, as he pushed to allow me access to his rectum. As my finger slid up inside him, I felt his finger pushing against my hole. I too pushed my ass muscles, and his finger slid inside me as well. We both began finger fucking each other then. "MMMmmmm!" Andy moaned. "MMMmmmm!" I replied. I felt his mouth smile around my dick, as I smiled around his too. We both began fucking each other's hole at a good rate, and matched our pace with our mouths as well. All too soon, I felt my orgasm beginning to build. Andy sped up a little, so I did as well. My orgasm built up quickly then, even though I tried my best to hold it back. God it felt great! Suddenly, I was on the edge. My body tensed up, and grunting, I blasted a load of cum against the back of Andy's throat. "OOOhhhh!" I groaned. Andy had started to whimper a little, so I knew he was close too. Within seconds, he groaned, and I felt his asshole contract, then a second later, his hot, slightly salty jism splatted against the back of my throat. The two of us lay together, sucking each other's dicks, finger-fucking each other's holes, and moaning, as we spasmed repeatedly, sending what seemed like buckets of cum down each other's throats. * * * As Andy and I were sucking each other off, the boys were having a foursome together in the bathroom. John was standing in front of the sink, bent over it. His twin was standing behind him, fucking him up the ass with his well greased dick. Jacob was on his his knees right behind Scott, and had his face buried between Scott's ass cheeks. He was busy rimming Scott. He also had a hand sticking between both twins' legs, and he was jerking John off. Harry was on his hands and knees behind Jacob, and was giving it to Jacob up the ass. He also had his hand wrapped around Jacob's middle, and was reaching under him, to jerk him off anyway. It wasn't long before all four of them were moaning, in particular, John and Jacob. Scott was the first of them to orgasm. It never took him long to get off when someone played with his asshole. He justadored the feeling of being rimmed. It sent waves of pleasure through his nether region. Between Jacob's mouth workingaway on his hole, and the smooth, hot, slippery feeling his dick was getting from moving in and out of his brother's hole, it only took a minute or two for his orgasm to build. When it did, it came on swiftly, and within seconds, he was groaning, and bent double over his twin's back, spewing sperm deep inside him. Jacob was next to cum. He could tell that Scott was climaxing, by the way his anus kept contracting tightly, then relaxing. This excited Jacob very much, and coupled with the feeling of Harry's dick slamming in and out of his asshole, and his hand wrapped around his dick, jerking him off, it had caused him to start groaning, and squirting his juice all over the towel they'd laid on the floor between them. John started firing his load third. Excited by the knowledge that his brother was filling his rectum with hot jism, he began spunking all over the towel on the floor under him. Some of his cum flew a little more forward, splatting against the vanity doors, where it dribbled down the front of the vanity. Harry was last, but by no means least, to cum. It was Jacob's orgasm in particular that started his. The feeling of Jacob's hole closing and re-opening around his dick, and the pulsing of his cum through the vein-like urethra on the underside of his penis, thoroughly excited Harry. And soon, he too was moaning, and flooding Jacob's insides with his juice. Relatively quickly after they first began, all four boys experienced really good orgasms. When they were finished, John and Jacob quickly cleaned up their messes, while Harry and Scott showered together. Afterward, John and Jacob showered together. All four were just coming out of the bathroom when Andy and I re-opened our door. We all looked at each other, and we all grinned in the knowledge that all six of us had just had orgasms. Andy and I showered quickly, while the boys got dressed. Then we threw on our clothes. Soon, we were all set to go to the festival. Grandma was ready and waiting for us downstairs too. I threw my guitar, amp, and outfit to wear at the concert in my back seat, and we took off for the festival. We took two cars, as all of us were going, and I had my equipment with me as well. Andy rode with me, and the boys all rode with Grandma. * * * When we got to the festival, one of the first booths we saw was Brian's. He had a 50-50 raffle going, which he said was bringing in a lot of money. He also had a donation bucket that looked half full sitting next to him. His mom had made fudge and brownies, which he was selling. We bought some raffle tickets, and the last bit of fudge. It was good. There was just enough so we all got a taste. I also stuffed a twenty dollar bill in the donation jug. "Stop!" Brian exclaimed. "You're already doing more than enough!" I just gave Brian a look. He looked back at me, then grinned finally, and said "thanks!" I grinned back at him then. Brian also had a poster up, advertising our concert. He said he'd sold over 400 tickets already, and he wasn't the only booth selling them! We were elated. That meant we'd already raised $2,000.00 for the cause. He said that a lot of kids from school were buying the tickets, and bringing their families. I got tickets from Brian for Grandma, Andy, and the boys. He protested vehemently when I tried to pay. We had quite the argument over it. Finally I tried to stuff the money in the donation jug. He grabbed my wrist and squeezed. "I won't be able to play! Let go!" I complained. "OH! Sorry!" he said releasing me. Snickering, I let the money drop in the jug. "Asshole!" he said, glaring at me. "Look, if it was a regular concert - fine - but this is for Mike! Everyone pays!" I said. Brian glared at me some more, but finally said "Fine! Thank you!" Brian's girlfriend Maria was sitting to the side, doing face painting for $1.00 each. She'd raised a couple hundred dollars already. I snickered when I saw the boys all lined up waiting their turn. Things looked to be going very well for the Suicide Prevention Center. I was thrilled! As we waited for the boys to get their faces painted, I told Brian how Andy and I had found Cody Michaels. "That's right!" Brian said. "With all that's going on here, I forgot! He e-mailed me! He told me how you'd found him, and how sorry he was about Mike. He said he hoped we could stay in touch now that we'd connected again. Thanks so much for helping me find him!" "Glad to help," I said, smiling. We talked a couple minutes more about Cody, then, once the boys had their faces painted, they were anxious to check out the other booths and rides, and the food, so we moved along. We spent a couple hours wending our way through the festival, playing games at some booths, and buying things at others. The boys ate their way through the place. Grandma was afraid they were going to have stomach aches, or end up vomiting, but they were fine. Eventually, it was time for me to get to the Paramount. I told everyone I had to go, and I'd see them there. They all wanted to come along though, so they could get good seats, as it wasn't reserved seating, so we all took off together for the theater. * * * When we got there, there was already a line of people waiting to get in the front door. I recognized a lot of the underclassmen from school, and people who must've been their families. Many of them called out to me, and wanted to say Hello. I waved to them all, and talked to the ones closest to the door, as I headed there to get in, as Grandma, Andy, and the boys all hopped in the back of the line. The guys were all there already but Boner. He showed up a few minutes later. "I just heard we sold over 1,000 tickets already!" he said, excitedly. "Holy shit!" "Wow!" "What?" came exclaimations from the rest of us. "The place only holds 1,600," I said. "It's gonna look pretty full out there!" "I know! Seems word got around to all the kids at school that we were playing, and the money was for Mike. So everyone's coming that can!" Steve said. We were all thrilled to hear that. "Hey guys," Mitchell said. "I did something I hope wasn't out of line. Um... My mom knows the news director at the TV station really well, and when she heard what we were doing, she asked if we'd like more publicity. I told her 'yes!'. Well, she's got a news crew coming. They're going to film a clip of us. Then they want to interview us for a couple minutes afterward. They're sending a crew to Brian's booth at the festival too." "COOL!" I said, grinning. "The more publicity the better! Brian'll be thrilled!" The others all agreed. We set up our equipment then, and did a sound and lighting check, and discussed lighting patterns for each song with the lighting engineer. As soon as we were done, they opened the doors and began letting people in. The curtain closed over the stage, and we went backstage to get changed. Twenty minutes later, we were ready, but had ten minutes left to wait. We were all a bit nervous, as this was most likely the largest audience we would've played before to date. As we waited, Mitchell, who was looking off to the side at one point suddenly said, "uh oh - looks like the news people are here already!" Sure enough, moments later Mark Warfield from Channel 11, and his entourage came back stage. "You're the lifeguard who saved that boy, and the other lifeguard, aren't you?" he said, when he saw me. I grinned and said I was. "You lead a rather exciting life!" he said. Snickering I said, "not really." "Don't believe him - he's full of it!" Boner chimed in, over my shoulder, in his deep baritone voice. Everyone chuckled. Mark asked if we'd mind being interviewed for a few minutes, before the concert. We said that would be fine. He said that'd be great, because he could get a live feed to the station with it, and the concert clip, and it would make the 6:00 news, as well as the 11:00 news. He said his partner was interviewing Brian at the moment too, and it would all be put together in a great human interest story. "Who's gonna talk then?" Mark asked. In unison, all the guys either said "John" or "Horse". I looked at the guys and said, "One of you can do it if you want, you know!" "NOPE!" "You're the leader of this band!" "Yeah Right!" "Chickens!" I said. I turned to Mark and said, "Guess I'm elected!" "OK, but who's this 'Horse' person?" he asked. Everyone snickered, as I tinged pink. "That'd be me. It's a nickname they gave me." "Why 'Horse'?" he asked. "IF anyone answers that - you're dead meat!" I said, spinning around to face the guys. They all roared, as I turned pinker still. When I spun around to face Mark again, he didn't notice though, as he was busy looking past me, on my right side. Suddenly his eyes got huge, and he grinned. I spun around just in time to see Boner still pointing at his crotch with one hand and me with his other. "You are SO dead later," I muttered. "I guess we don't need to broadcast that," Mark said, grinning at me as I turned toward him again. I must've been beet red, as my face felt like it was burning. "OK, let's get down to business. Here are the questions I'm going to ask," Mark said, handing me a sheet of paper with questions written on it. "And we really need to do this quickly." I scanned the questions quickly, while his camera man got into position. By the time they were ready, my face was its normal color again. "OK," I said, handing Mark back his list of questions. The light came on and the camera started rolling. Mark stood off to the side, up against the back of the stage curtain. He gave an introduction about the story, saying we were a new local band who recently lost one of our members to suicide, and that we were playing this concert in order to raise money for a suicide prevention center the dead boys' family was setting up. Then he introduced the band and started asking questions. I fielded them all pretty well I thought. The guys all stood behind me smiling for the camera. I managed to put in a plug for the theater, thanking them for donating the venue. And I talked a moment about the band, and our new CD, which included a song that Mike had written the music for before he died, and that I'd finished, by putting words to it. I also spoke about Mike for a moment, and the interview ended with me practically making a public service announcement against suicide, and plugging the new Suicide Prevention Center. Mark thanked us, and we all thanked him, then the camera stopped rolling. "That was great!" Mark said. "OK - you guys go play. We'll film a clip of the concert. When are you doing that song by Mike?" "Second song," I said. "It's called 'Mike's Song'." "Would you think it appropriate that we film you singing that song?" he asked. We all agreed that'd be good. He left then. We all ran to the men's room then for a last quick pit stop. Then it was time to go on. We walked onto the stage, and got ready to start our opening song. When we were ready, the stage director turned off the stage lights. The lights in the auditorium must've went black too, as suddenly it became very very quiet. We heard the curtain open, but couldn't see them move, because it was so pitch dark. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the Paramount Theater. We'd like to remind everyone that the use of flash photography and any form of recording equipment is strictly prohibited. We'd also like to ask you at this point, to please turn off any cell phones, beepers, or alarms you might have with you. Thank you for your cooperation, and we hope you enjoy the show!" the announcer said. There was a slight pause, then the announcer continued. "Tonight's concert will benefit the new "Michael J. Weiss Suicide Prevention Center", which is currently being established by Michael Weiss's family, in his memory. All the proceeds from the tickets sold for tonight's concert are being donated to the center. If you wish to make an additional donation, there are canisters in the lobby, where you can leave your donation, or you can contact Michael's family through the Paramount Theater's business office, during usual business hours. Michael was an original member of the band which is about to perform. He had many friends, who, along with his family, loved him very much. It is their hope that the establishment of the "Michael J. Weiss Suicide Prevention Center" will help prevent any possible suicides of other people who are experiencing emotional pain and suffering, as Michael did. Now, at this time, the Paramount Theater is proud to present 'The Six Shooters'!" The screaming and roar from the audience then was deafening. It was pitch black yet, but I really wasn't sure I wanted to see the number of faces that must be sitting out there, staring at me. Too late to turn back now. "2-3-4," I said quietly, away from the microphone. That was the signal to the band to start the instrumental prelude into our first song. On cue, everyone began playing. At the appointed time into the song, the intro ended and I started singing. Just as I began singing, we were suddenly bathed in light, as all the stage lights came on. There was another scream and roar from the audience. I couldn't see the back of the theater, but it seemed as if we were sold-out. When the song ended, the applause, whistling, and yelling was tremendous. I looked back at the guys for a second, and they looked as awestruck as I felt. When the cheering died down, I introduced the band, then introduced each of us individually as well. Then, I announced that the music from our next song had been written by Mike, and that I'd put words to it, and we had dedicated the song to Mike. I also mentioned it was on our new CD, which was available in records shops. As I spoke, a large poster sized photo of Mike was lowered down in back of us, over our heads, and a spotlight fell on it. We played "Mike's Song" then. I noticed that the news camera which had come down the middle aisle, filmed the whole thing. Again at the end of the song, the applause and cheering was thunderous. I looked at the guys again, we were all grinning now, thoroughly enjoying ourselves. I knew I was completely in my element now, and that this is what I wanted to do with my life! We played through all the rest of our songs, then all too soon, it was the end of the concert. There were sounds of disappointment from the audience when we announced our last song. We played "Devastated Dreams" last. The crowd went wild and gave us a standing ovation, as we thanked them for coming. They didn't stop cheering or applauding, even after we'd bowed a few times, and walked off stage. As the crowd continued cheering, we could hear calls of "Encore", and peeking out, we saw that there were a bunch of lighters being held up in the air. "Holy Fuck!" Boner exclaimed, grinning. We were all incredulous. "What do we do?" Craig asked. "We go play an encore, I guess," I said. "But what? We sang everything we know!" Pete said. "We'll do Mike's song again!" I said. "C'mon! Follow my lead." We all walked out on stage again and the crowd thundered its approval, but then fell silent, as we took up our instruments again. "Ordinarily, we'd play something else for an encore, but because this concert is to honor our bud Mike, we're going to play his song for you again!" I said. The audience applauded and cheered. We launched into Mike's song then, and sang our hearts out. When we ended, the audience was on their feet again, screaming and cheering. We bowed a few times, then left the stage. The stage director looked at us. "That's all," I said. He grinned, and shut the curtain. A couple minutes later, there was an announcement. "Thank you for coming to tonight's concert, all the proceeds of which go to the 'Michael J. Weiss Suicide Prevention Center'. We hope to see you all here again soon. The Six Shooters have left the building. Please watch your step onyour way out. Thank you and Good Night!" "We haven't left!" Julian said. The stage manager snickered and said, "they always say that, so the crowd knows not to expect more! Fantastic show guys!" "Thanks," we all said. We went back on stage and quickly packed up our stuff, then we each made another quick pit stop, before exiting the building to the rear, where we'd parked. We were shocked to find a small crowd of people gathered around the cars. They all cheered when we walked out of the building. Even more shocking was the fact they all wanted our autographs! There must've been 50-75 people I estimated. We were shocked. "Looks like we have a 'public' guys!" I said snickering. "OK," Boner said loudly, and the crowd settled down. Boner grinned. "Give us a minute to stow our instruments, and we'll be happy to talk to each of you a minute." They all started cheering again, as we all looked at Boner with surprised looks on our faces. Boner turned red in the face, and grinned stupidly at us. "Well? We don't have a choice do we?" Chuckling we all grinned at him. We quickly stowed our stuff in our cars, then Boner told everyone to line up and they could come past us one at a time and talk to each of us. I found some pens in my car, and gave them to the guys. Then we spent the next hour and 10 minutes signing autographs and talking with our fans. Several wanted pictures as well with us. We let them take them, as long as they were quick. We wanted to keep the line moving. When there were about 20 people left, I heard the twins voices. "See? I told you they'd be back here!" Scott said loudly. "Well, I guess you were right then!" Grandma said. I chuckled as they all wandered up behind us. Julian's and Craig's parents and Boner's grandmother, who was a friend of Grandma's, were with them. "Hey! No cutting in line!" a girl toward the back of the autograph line hollered. Snickering I called out, "Relax everyone, they're family!" There was some chuckling from the autograph line, as the person who'd called out, sheepishly said "Sorry". We finished up quickly, then turned to our families. "JOHN!" John cried, right away. "I got it all!" he shouted, holding up his video camera. "I thought those weren't allowed!" I said. "Mr. Weiss fixed it with the manager so I could sit with the sound guy and film the whole thing!" He said. "And it's GREAT!" "Cool! Can't wait to see it later!" I said. Everyone was talking at once then. They were all telling us how great the concert was. "How many tickets were sold?" Craig asked. "1,398!" Grandma said. "Oh my God! We never expected that many to sell!" I said. "That's ... almost $7,000.00 we raised," I added, doing the math in my head quickly. "The Weisses are so happy!" Boner's grandmother said. "It was so nice of you boys to do this for them!" We all talked for a while longer, then decided we'd best get going if we wanted to see the fireworks. They were about ready to start. * * * We all headed off quickly for the beach, as the fireworks were being shot off out over the ocean, from the pier. They were starting just as we arrived at our usual spot on the beach. We all managed to quickly wedge ourselves in between other people on blankets. It was a wonderful display. We all enjoyed it very much. When it was over, Andy looked at me and said "I love how you Yanks celebrate your patriotic holidays!" "Yeah! It's fun!" I said. We grinned at each other. When the fireworks were over, we got up and made our way back to our cars. The guys all seemed a little depressed, so did the boys. "So you're leaving tomorrow?" Craig asked. "Yeah, but not till afternoon," I said. "Our flight out of Kennedy doesn't leave till 10:00PM. How about we hit the beach in the morning?" "Yeah!" they all cried, grinning. "OK then, let's meet in our spot at 9:00-10:00. We'll stay till 1:00. I want to get us home and cleaned up and be ready to go by 2:00. Then we're going out to eat. Afterward, we have to catch the 5:00 train into the city," I said. I looked at Andy and the boys and Grandma and said, "Sound like a plan guys?" The boys all grinned, and said "yeah!" They hadn't thought we'd have time to get to the beach again. Grandma was agreeable too. "OK with you guys?" I asked, looking at my friends. They were all grinning, and agreed. "OK. Tomorrow morning! See you here!" I said. As traffic had cleared up pretty well, we all said good-night and split up then, and went home. * * * When we got home, the boys were hungry again, of course. So we made sandwiches and snacks and sat down to watch John's video of our concert. It was a great video. I asked him if he'd copy it for me, and he said he would. Afterward, I suggested that Andy, the boys, and I start packing, so we had the most time at the beach the next day. Sadly, they all agreed. Grandma said good-night, and excused herself to go to bed, saying she was going to cook pancakes for our breakfast the next morning, before we went to the beach. We all thought that sounded good. We all went upstairs then. I told Jacob and Harry what things NOT to pack, that I thought they'd need yet, and told them to carefully pack everything else, so that they made the most of the room in their suitcases. I also told them what things they could and/or should put in hand luggage vs. their suitcases. The twins went with them and sat watching them as they packed. Andy and I packed our things then as well. It only took about 20 minutes. Andy had quite the time getting all his new snow globes packed in his carry-on though. When we were finished, we noticed that Jacob and Harry's door was closed. I tip-toed over and listened. I grinned a minute later after distinctly hearing Jacob moan, "Oh God John!" I tip-toed back and told Andy. Then I suggested we get ready for bed. A few minutes later, Andy and I closed our door, and crawled naked into bed with each other. "I need you inside me!" Andy said to me. Smiling, I took out the tube of KY I hadn't packed. I climbed onto the bed, and Andy sat up and leaned over and sucked my cock into his mouth. After a few seconds of his sucking up and down on me, I was hard as a rock. I had him roll back onto his stomach then, and put a pillow under his pelvis. Then I got between his legs, which he spread for me. I leaned down and parted his ass cheeks, and looked at his lucious anal opening. It was clean and pink and puckered. He had hardly any hair, save a few dark blond ones between his buttocks. I leaned in then and began licking slowly and softly, up and down, over his hole, as he began moaning softly with pleasure. I licked over and over his rosebud. After a couple minutes, it seemed to have relaxed some, so I made a spear of my tongue and pressed gently on it. With a little pressure, my tongue slid slowly through his anus, and up inside him. "OH JOHN!" Andy moaned, as I pressed my tongue into him as far as I could. I began tongue-fucking Andy's asshole then, as he lay moaning with pleasure. After a couple minutes, he said, "Fuck me now please John!" Smiling, I removed my face from between his cheeks. I got into position, and greased up my dick with KY. Then I pressed the tip of it to Andy's asshole. Andy pushed back and slowly I slid through his ring muscle, all the way up inside him. "OH FUCK!" Andy groaned, as I got inside him as far as I could. I laid down gently over the top of Andy, and nuzzled my face in his bleachy blond hair. I kissed him on the back of his neck. Then, I gently started fucking my dick in and out of him. "MMMMmmm!" Andy moaned. I progressively went faster, and even a little faster every few seconds, until I was shoving my dick in and out of Andy's asshole at a relatively good pace, and he was moaning continually with pleasure. I knew it wouldn't be too long before both of us came. "Harder John!" Andy said, shortly. I began long-dicking Andy a little faster and harder then, and soon felt my orgasm beginning to build. Within seconds, I was almost about to climax. Andy was humping up and down under me too. From his breathing, I could tell he was ready too. Suddenly, the feeling got even more intense, and within seconds, I groaned and fired a load of cum, deep inside Andy. "OH!" Andy cried softly, and I felt his sphincter contract around my dick, as he too ejaculated. The two of us continued spasming repeatedly for a half minute or so, until I'd emptied myself deep inside Andy, and he'd coated the pillow under him with his cum. Slowly I rose off Andy, and pulled out of him. "Oh!" Andy said, with disappointment as my dick slid out of his asshole. I grinned at him. "How about a quick shower?" I asked. He grinned, and we got up and dashed across the hallway into the bathroom. Jacob and Harry's door was still closed, and we could hear a little moaning. * * * The four boys had decided to have sex together one last time. They'd locked themselves inside Jacob and Harry's room, and each twin had paired off with one of the older boys. Then each pair had taken 1/2 the bed and were laying naked on it, ina '69' sucking each other off. Jacob was with John, and Harry was with Scott. All four boys were hungrily devouring each other's dicks, and each had a finger inserted in the other's anus. The two pairs of boys were in such close proximity to each other, that it heightened their arrousal, and they all knew it wouldn't be long before they came. As Andy and I were showering, all four boys were close to climaxing. "Gonna cum soon Jake," John gasped, taking his mouth off Jacob's dick for a couple seconds. "Me too," Jacob said, quickly. "MMMmmm!" Harry and Scott both moaned in agreement. They all kept on bobbing their heads up and down on each other for a couple more minutes, and shoving their fingers in and out of each other's butts. Soon, Scott groaned, and his asshole clenched Harry's finger tightly, as he began ejaculating into Harry's mouth. Harry quickly swallowed the boy's tangy spunk, in preparation for the next load. It was Scott's second load that excited Harry enough, to climax as well. "MMmmm!" Harry moaned, as he felt his own cum rocketing through his urethra, and shooting out the tip of his dick into Scott's mouth. Scott too swallowed Harry's cum. The two lay sucking and fingering each other, as they both continued cumming into each other's mouths. Next to them, Jacob and John had both started cumming too. Each boy was squirting copius amounts of semen into the other's mouth, as, moaning they continued delving their fingers in and out of each other's rectums, and sucking on each other's cocks. When they were all finished, and were laying resting, John said "talk about a mutual orgasm!" They all snickered then. Later, after Andy and I'd finished in the bathroom and gone to bed, they showered in pairs too. Afterward, they said good-night, and the twins went to their room, and Jacob and Harry went back to their's. * * * At 7:30 the next morning, I was awakened by the twins. They were both standing over me, looking down at me, and John was poking me gently. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Nothing. But will you come get in bed with us for a while?" John asked, as they both looked hopefully at me. I smiled and said, "Sure." Gently, I rolled out from under Andy's arm, which was slung over me. He slept on, never even stirring. Naked, I tiptoed out of our room, and followed the boys into their's. They were both wearing their boxers yet. John crawled quickly into his bed, and moved up against the wall. Scott stood grinning, waiting for me to crawl in next to John, which I did. Then, he got in next to me. "I thought you guys would be too old for snuggling like this now," I said, as the boys both turned on their sides and pressed up against me. "Nope!" Scott said, grinning, as I wrapped my arms around them. "We'll never be too old," John said, nuzzling against my neck. "Hmmm... I'm gonna hold you to that! Just wait till you're both in your twenties and I tell you you have to snuggle with me yet!" I said. "We will!" Scott said, smiling. Chuckling, I said, "Well, if that's so, we won't be able to do it in a twin bed anymore! You'll be too big!" We all snickered. "We'll always do this. We'll even come visit you in the nursing home when you're an old man and snuggle with you yet!" John said. "Hey! You guys aren't that much younger than me. By then you might be living in the home with me!" I said. "Then we'll just have to roll our wheelchairs down the hall to your room to snuggle!" Scott said, giggling. I laughed and said, "I can picture the nurses' faces if they ever saw that!" We all laughed again. I thoroughly enjoyed being sandwiched between the warm, nearly naked boys. We talked a little while. The twins were both sad that I was leaving again. I told them that of everything in America, I would miss them most of all. They both smiled at that. Then, they asked when I'd be back. I told them I really didn't know, because the baby would be arriving in late August, and Andy and I would be starting college in the fall. "We might not connect in person again till Christmas!" I said. "Christmas?" they chorused, looking at me with surprise. I chuckled and said, "well, Elizabeth and I were talking on the phone the other day, and she thought it would be nice if we invited you all to come to England for Christmas! Then you'd get to meet Austin too! So I asked Grandma, and she said she'd think about it, but most likely, she'd bring you over." "YAY!" they both shouted, as they high-fived over my chest. "Well, it's not a done deal yet, but most likely it will be," I said. "So, that's only six months away. That's not terrible. In the meantime, we'll IM, e-mail, and talk on the phone a lot." "Yeah, but six months IS a long time!" Scott said. "And it's not the same as being together in person," John finished his thought. "I know," I said, "but we're all gonna be busy. You guys especially. You're going to overnight camp up north for a couple weeks, and taking tennis lessons, and then there's soccer camp. You're gonna be really busy. Then of course school starts after that." "School! Yuck!" Scott said. John made a face too. I snickered and said, "We all have to go to school - so grin and bear it, and do your best!" "Yes John!" they both drawled, together. Chuckling, I began jabbing them both in the ribs then, and a tickle fest ensued. In the end, I think I lost. They were getting bigger, and harder for me to keep restrained, both at once. We all had fun though, and afterward, lay together again, panting a little from our activity. When I heard the clock downstairs chime 8:00, I said, "OK, we gotta get up, or we won't get to the beach today!" The boys were disappointed that our private time together was ending, but they were both looking forward to hitting the beach. We all laughed when we got up, because John's bed looked like a tornado had hit it. Snickering, I said, "Looks like you have to completely remake your bed now!" "It was worth it," he said, grinning. "Make sure you help him Scott," I said, giving Scott a look. Scott groaned, as I turned and headed back to our room to wake Andy up. * * * I woke Andy and the boys. They all groaned and muttered about having to get up early. None of us showered, as we were going to the beach, and would shower afterward. Instead, we put on our swim trunks and T-shirts and went down to breakfast. Grandma was up already, and had a pot of coffee on for the two of us, and sausage was frying. She also had pancake dough ready, and wanted to know if we wanted them plain, with blueberries, chocolate chips, or walnuts. We all chose either blueberries, or chocolate chips with nuts. While Grandma cooked, I took a cup of coffee and went to the phone. I called the airlines to confirm our flight. All was in order. Then, forgetting the time difference and Elizabeth's work/sleep schedule, I called home. It was 1 PM in England and Elizabeth was sleeping. "Uh," she said, sleepily into the phone. "Oh Hell! I'm sorry I woke you Elizabeth!" I said. "Oh, 's OK," she said. "Is everything alright?" I told her it was, and that I was just letting her know our flight was confirmed. "Excellent," she said. Then she said that she and Evan would drive both cars and meet us at Heathrow when we landed. The Phillipses were all either working or engaged at the time, and Harry would come home with us. I told her that'd be great, and that we'd see them there the following morning. I asked about the weather then. "This is England, what do you expect? It's gray, damp, and drizzling," she replied, chuckling. "Damn!" I said. "Enjoy your sunshine yet today. You might not see it for a while again," she said. "Great!" I said disconsolately. Elizabeth chuckled. We said good-bye then. We enjoyed our "last breakfast" as the boys termed it, then helped Grandma pick up. She insisted we not load the dishes into the dishwasher, and get going to the beach, but we didn't listen, and loaded the dishes anyway. Afterward, we got ready, and took off for the beach. Before we left, I quickly called Doug and Roger to ask them to join us. Roger was home and said he'd come. Doug wasn't though, so I left him a message. * * * It was 9:30 when we arrived at the beach. Cindy and Boner were there, and so were Craig and Jeremy. The others all started straggling in shortly after we arrived. While we waited for them to show up, we spread our blankets and sat in the sun. The boys of course took off into the waves with their boogie boards immediately. "Are you going to miss the beach?" Craig asked. "You know it! I asked Elizabeth what the weather was this morning and she laughed and said 'This is England! What do you expect?' It was gray and damp and raining! I'm really gonna miss the beach!" I said. Everyone snickered. "What about you, Andy?" Cindy said. "Will you miss us?" Andy grinned and said, "Of course I'll miss you guys, and the beach too! But, I'm English. I actually kind of miss the drizzle a bit!" Everyone laughed then. "Seriously!" Andy said. "There's something romantic about a nice damp, drizzly day. You can put on a jumper and your mac and wellies, grab a brelly and go for a nice peaceful walk. Then when you get back, start a nice fire and snuggle before it wrapped in a big fluffy blanket with a hot cup of tea! It's quite nice, I assure you!" Everyone was looking at Andy. "Uh... OK, We'll have to trust you on that one Andy!" Boner said. Then he turned to me and whispered "You two put on dresses and other funny things and walk around in the rain?" I got hysterical. "NO!" I said. "A jumper is a sweater, and a mac and wellies are a rain coat and rubber boots. And quite honestly, I haven't gone out in the rain, just for the fun of it, although, I get the idea Andy will be dragging me out for walks in the rain now! I'll pass on that tea though. Maybe some Whiskey to warm me up later!" "You Brits really need to learn better English!" Boner said, looking at Andy and grinning. "I thought a jumper was a dress!" "Well!" Andy said, huffily. "I may be gay! But I don't run around in drag!" Everyone laughed, including Andy. "Hi guys!" Doug said, walking up to us then. "Dougie!" "Hi Doug!" "Douglet! What's happening!" "Not much," Doug said, slumping down on a corner of my blanket. He looked a little depressed. "Everything OK?" I asked. "Where's that boyfriend of your's?" Boner asked. "Yeah, is Franco coming?" Jeremy asked. "Uh, no!" Doug said. "We aren't together anymore." "What?" What happened?" Andy asked. "Um, I'd rather not talk about it. Let's just say he turned out to be an asshole!" Doug said. "Oh man! I'm sorry about that Dougie!" I said. "Thanks," he said. "Well, we're glad you could join us," Cindy said. "Want a soda?" "Thanks. Not yet on the soda though," Doug said. Hoping a change of subject would cheer Doug up, Mitchell asked if anyone wanted to play volleyball then. Most of the guys said they did, so everybody got up to set up the net. As we got up too, Andy went and joined the others. I hung back though and looked at Doug and said "I'm sorry it didn't work out. Are you really OK?" "I'll be OK," he said, but I could see his eyes were glistening. "Last week, we'd agreed to be monogamous. Then, I went to the tux shop to pick him up after work last night, after your concert and the fireworks. By the way, great concert! Anyway, he was in the back room. There was another guy there, and Franco was giving it to him up the ass. So much for monogamy!" "Well that sucks!" I said. "I'm sorry Dougie! I thought he was a decent guy too. Guess we were all wrong. Try not to dwell on it, and move on. There're a whole lot of nice guys out there for you to choose from." "I know," he said, smiling ruefully at me. "Unfortunately for me, it appears you and Andy are still together though, huh?" Snickering, I said "Yeah." "Well, that sucks for me then too!" he said, smiling a little. "Keep me in mind if you ever break up with him! I always had the hots for you, y'know." Chuckling I said, "I'll keep that in mind, although I don't see us splitting up. Not after all we've been through together. By the way, I always thought you were a cutie yourself! Anyway, c'mon, let's play a game of volleyball. Then we can hit the waves." "OK. But, you don't know a good hit man I could hire do you?" He said, grinning evily. "Douglet!" I said, looking at him, feigning horror. "Only kidding," he said, laughing. * * * Grinning at each other, we joined everyone else just as they finished getting the net set up. We played a rousing game of volley ball then. Roger showed up, when we were almost finished, and sat down to watch. At one point I sidled over to Doug and whispered "ever consider Roger?" Doug looked over at Roger. "Well he's sure cute enough, but he's always been a big asshole!" "That was just a cover. He's really a nice guy, who's had some problems dealing with the fact that he's gay. He's also lonely, and ... horny too I believe!" I said. Doug blushed slightly. "I'll think about it," he said. I grinned at him. *** Shortly, the game ended. We were all hot, and time was flying. We only had an hour and a half before we had to leave. "Let's hit the water guys!" I said, grabbing my board. "Thank God!" Andy said. "I really need the loo!" Everyone laughed and grabbed their boards and headed for the water. As I stood in the surf, surveying the waves, trying to locate the boys, who were pretty far out, one of the life guards walked by. "Aren't you the guy who saved those three boys and my partner a couple weeks ago?" he asked. Grinning, I said, "yeah. How's Dave doing anyway?" "He quit guarding here at the beach," he said. "I was afraid that would happen," I said. "Brendan, our supervisor, got him a job guarding at the municipal swimming pool though, so he's not out of work. One of the guards there broke his arm, and will be in a cast all summer." he said. "That's great for Dave. Sucks for the other guy though," I said. "Well, they made him the 'locker room boy', so he's not out of a job at least," the guy said. "That's cool. If you see Dave, or Brendan, tell them I said Hello," I said. "Will do. You should come out some night with us," he said. "That'd be nice, but I'm flying home to England tonight. Our visit's over now," I said. "Oh, well, have a good trip home, and it was nice meeting you," he said. "Likewise. Take care now," I said. We shook hands, and he progressed further down the beach. Andy was standing next to me with his legs crossed. "Can we get out there now? Please?" he almost begged, squeezing his legs tighter together. Snickering, I scanned the waves for the boys. "Yup. C'mon, they're over there," I said, pointing. "Thank God!" Andy said, and he ran into the water in the direction I was pointing. A few yards out, he stopped, as the water was up to his waist. He stood there for a minute, then turned to me and grinned. "C'mon Whizzer!" I said, snickering, as I waded past him, toward the boys. * * * "Tell me something!" Andy said, as we got on our boards and paddled out to the rest of the guys. "What exactly is a 'locker room boy', that that life guard was talking about?" Snickering I said, "that's a guy who is paid to sit all day in the men's changing room, to make sure there are no problems. Specifically, that the older boys don't beat up on the younger boys, and that nobody destroys the place, or tries to steal peoples things by breaking into lockers. I had to do it last summer for one afternoon. They were short staff at the pool and pulled us guards from the beach every so often. Mike and I worked the pool for a week last summer, and one afternoon, the locker room guy had to leave, and they had no one else, so I got assigned to do it. I'll tell you, for someone who's gay, or bi, it's kinda fun. I got to see a lot of naked guys! Most of them don't bother to use the changing stalls and just change in the open room in front of everyone." "Hmm, I could handle that, I think," Andy said, grinning at me, as we neared the others. "Wait! It gets better," I said. "At one point, I was alone in the locker room. Two blond boys, each about 14 years old wandered in from the pool. They went into the showers, which are also communal. I thought I heard some moaning coming from the shower and walked over and peeked in. When I looked right, they were facing the wall next to me, and they were naked and soapy all over. Each was jacking the other off, right there in the public shower! They stopped when they saw me, and looked mortified. I'm sure they thought I was going to revoke their pool badges and throw them out. I just grinned and told them to carry on, but not to let anyone else catch them. They both looked shocked. I watched them a minute, while they looked at me uncertainly. I grinned and winked at them then. They smiled, then and took each other's dicks in their hands and started in again. I watched a few seconds, then backed off to give them their privacy." "That's unbelievable!" Andy said. "In public?" "Yup! And from what I hear, it happens a lot!" I said. "Wow! I wish I'd been the 'locker room boy' that day!" Andy said, grinning. "You slut!" I said, laughing. "Why's Andy a slut?" Scott asked. We'd just reached all the guys. "I was just joking," I said. "It's about time you joined us," Jacob called. "We got a little over an hour before we have to go," I hollered back. The boys all grinned back at me. Moments later, a big wave rolled in, and we all rode it in toward shore. * * * The boys were happy we'd finally joined them, and we spent about an hour riding the waves together. The conditions were excellent. The tide was coming in, and there was a storm at sea, so the waves were bigger than usual. I noticed as we played, that Doug had positioned himself near Roger, and the two of them were maintaining a dialog the whole time we were in the water. Grinning, and motioning with my head in their direction, I called to Andy, "Check it out!" Andy grinned back at me and nodded. About a half hour after we started riding the waves, as I washed into shore at one point, I heard a shrill younger boy's voice to my left, yelling my name. He sounded familiar. As I got up out of the surf, I scanned the area, and suddenly saw Timmy, the boy I'd rescued, along with Dave and the twins. "Hey Timmy! How are you?" I asked. "Fine thanks! But Mom won't let me go out and ride the waves," he said. "It's too rough out there today!" Timmy's mother said, as she walked up to us. We said hello, and exchanged pleasantries. Timmy said then, "See? John's brothers are out there!" "Well, they're older than you Timmy!" his mother said. "And, I'm hanging out with them out there," I said. "Would you take me out with you too?" Timmy asked, pleadingly. I felt sorry for the poor boy, as he stood there holding his boogie board looking sadly up at me. I looked at his mother, and saw that she looked scared. Then I looked at the boy, and he looked so sad. "Do you have a life jacket with you?" I asked, hoping to give him a reason he couldn't come out with us. "Yes!" he said. "You do?" I asked, surprised, and looking apologetically at his mother. "Yup," Timmy piped up. "Will you take me out if I wear it?" I looked back at him and said, "Well, sure, but Timmy, it's really your mother's decision, not our's! So you need to ask her!" "PLEASE!" Timmy cried, looking up at his mother, pleadingly now. Timmy's mother looked at me, helplessly. "If he wears a life jacket, he'll be fine, and I really don't mind. Besides, most of the people out in the area I'm swimming in are my friends. We'll all watch him. I only have about a half hour though. We have to leave after that. We're flying home to England tonight." I said. "PLEASE MOM!" Timmy cried. "Fine! Go get your life jacket!" she said, at last. "YAY!" Timmy cried, and ran off to get his life jacket. "Sorry! I didn't think you'd have one, so we'd have an excuse so he couldn't come out. It's not that I mind taking him out with me, but, I know you're scared about it. Truly though, I think he'd be fine even without the vest. And I'll stay with him, and all the guys are out there with me too!" I said. "I know he'll be fine with you, and I know I'm being overprotective, but after the last time..." her voice trailed off. I smiled at her, as Timmy raced up grinning at us, wearing his life vest, and clutching his boogie board. I grinned and checked his vest. He had it on properly. "We'll be out there," I said, pointing to the guys. "OK. Have fun! And be careful! And Timmy! You listen to John and do what he tells you to!" Timmy's mother said. "I will mom! C'mon John!" he replied, grabbing my hand and tugging me toward the water. "We'll be in in a half hour," I said, smiling at Timmy's mom. "And, he'll be fine!" She smiled dolefully at us and nodded. Timmy and I ran into the waves then, hopped on our boards, and paddled out to the others. On the way, Timmy said to me, "Do I really need this stupid life vest?" "Yup! At least until you're a little older. And even after that, it's the safest way to play in the water. Besides it's what your mom wants, so you have to! Promise me you'll always do as she says when you're here at the ocean, OK?" I said. "OK," Timmy sighed, resignedly. I grinned at him then. Everyone was surprised, and happy to see Timmy, expecially the twins, who he joined right away. We all spent the next half hour riding the waves, having a great time. Finally, when we had about a half hour to go before we had to leave, I called to the guys that we had to go in. The boys were all disappointed, but headed in anyway. Our friends did too, even though they were staying longer. They wanted to say good-bye to us. * * * When we got to shore, I announced that we had 20 minutes yet, before we were leaving. The boys looked at me, blinking. "Why'd you call us in so soon?" John asked. "To make sure you were here when I wanted you!" I replied. "Hey guys! Wanta help me with the sand castle I'm building till you leave?" Timmy asked. The boys all smiled then and said "sure." As they were about to all run off, Timmy's mother, who'd just walked over, said "Timmy! Aren't you forgetting something?" Timmy paused, then grinned sheepishly, and walked over to me. Looking up at me he said, "Thank you so much for taking me out in the waves with you John!" He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me then. Smiling, I hugged him back, and told him it was my pleasure. "I wish you weren't going to England!" he said. "Then we could do this again sometime!" "Well, maybe another time when we visit again," I said. "How will I know when that will be?" Timmy asked. "Do you have a computer?" I asked. "Yup," he said. "Do you have e-mail?" I asked. "No, but Mom does," he said. "OK, tell you what! Come back to my spot over there a minute, and I'll write down my e-mail address for you, then you can give it to your mom, and she can help you send e-mails back and forth to me while I'm in England if you want," I said. "Cool!" Timmy said. Timmy's mother smiled, "Thank you so much. You've been so nice to him." "It really has been a pleasure. He's a great guy," I said. We all walked back to our area, and I dug a pencil and paper out of my bag. I wrote down my e-mail address, address, and phone number and gave it to Timmy. He handed it to his mother. She said I might as well write their information down too, and gave it to me then. We said good-bye again then, and Timmy gave me a last hug. "OK guys. 15 minutes digging time! Then we have to go!" I said. They all took off with Timmy then, for his sand castle. "I'll send them back in 15 minutes for you," Timmy's mother said. "Great! Thanks!" I said. "Least I can do, after all you've done for us!" she said, smiling. She wandered off after the boys then. * * * As Andy and I gathered our stuff up, and had a soda, we talked with the guys. Oddly, they didn't seem as upset that we were leaving, or as worried about how we were going to keep things going with the band, as I thought they'd be. I also thought I saw Boner and Van Gogh exchanging meaningful looks at one point. "OK, what's up?" I asked. "Nothing!" Craig said. "Nada," Boner said. "Why do you ask?" I looked at them, but couldn't tell if they were lying or not. "Nothing... I guess," I said. The boys came running over then, ready to leave. They were covered in sand. "Nice! Well, we had to rinse all the salt off anyway," I said., when I saw them. They all snickered. We said good-bye to the guys then. Finally, they did all seem appropriately sad, just as I felt. We promised to keep in touch, and all keep practicing, so the next time we got together, we'd be ready to play again. When I got to Doug and Roger, Doug grinned sheepishly and said, "We'll walk out with you. We're taking off too." Andy and I looked at each other and raised our eyebrows. "OK then," I said, grinning at them. We picked up our stuff and headed off then. "I'm really gonna miss the beach!" I thought to myself, as we walked down the access path toward the road. * * * As the boys showered off, Andy and I looked at Doug and Roger. "So???" I asked. "What?" Doug said. "We decided we like each other and maybe we could hang out together, and maybe you know..." "'You Know'? Already?" Andy said, grinning laciviously at them. Both of them turned red in the face, and grinned stupidly at us. Chuckling, I said, "Well, whatever you do, have fun doing it!" "Thanks!" Roger said. "Yeah!" Doug said. "And we expect a full report via e-mail the following day!" Andy said, grinning. "ANDY!" I said. "Just kidding!" Andy said, as he began rinsing off. "Unless you want to report on things of course!" Doug and Roger just grinned stupidly at us again. "I have your e-mail address," Doug said. "We'll see." "Well, whether you're reporting or not, we expect to hear from both of you!" I said. I rinsed off then, and Doug and Roger rinsed after me. Then we walked back to our cars. Their's were parked further away than mine, so they stopped at our's and we said good-bye. Doug gave each of us a hug. I was surprised when Roger did too. Both of them seemed to have moist eyes, as we got in the car. They waved, and I blew the horn, as we drove away. * * * When we got home, we all took turns showering. I pointed out to the boys that we were running late, so they each got 5 minutes. 10 if two showered together. Grinning, all four raced up the stairs. Harry and Scott managed to shower together, and get each other off in less than ten minutes. Jacob and John took the whole ten minutes. Andy and I took ten ourselves! Afterward we all put on clean clothes, then Andy, Jacob, Harry, and I finished our last minute packing. We all went to my favorite steakhouse for dinner then. Afterward, we returned to the house, and had just long enough to tuck my car in the garage and load our luggage into Grandma's station wagon. We all piled into the car then. Jacob and Harry rode up front with Grandma, and the twins crammed in back, between Andy and I. It was a good thing the train station wasn't too far away. The train to New York was running 10 minutes late. Grandma and the twins waited with us till we had to board. Then with Grandma and the twins crying, and Andy, the boys and I choked up ourselves, we all said farewell to one another, and thanked Grandma and the twins for everything. "Be good, and mind Grandma!" I said, as I gave both twins one last hug good-bye. "We will," they both said, sadly, as I gave them a squeeze. The four of us got on the train then. It started to roll while we were still moving through our car, looking for four seats together. We waved out the windows at Grandma and the twins, as they stood watching the train pull out of the station, waving back at us. * * * Toward the back end of the car, we found four seats together. They faced each other in fact, so we were able to sit in a group and talk. The trip into the city went quickly. When we got to Penn Station, we had a few minutes before we needed to get to the shuttle to JFK, so we stopped in a gift shop and bought a newspaper and some magazines. Jacob got a deck of cards too, so he and Harry could play card games on the plane. He'd forgotten to bring one from home, so on the flight over they didn't have any to play with. Next to the gift shop was a Frozen Custard stand, so we each got a soft-serve ice cream. By the time we were finished eating, it was time to get to the shuttle. I was happy to see that the shuttle didn't have a lot of people on it. It took a while to get out to JFK, then to wend our way around the horseshoe terminal. We all piled out at the British Airways terminal, and went in. We checked in, and checked our luggage. Then we went through the security check and to the area where our gate was. It was too early to go to the gate yet, so we all used the men's room, then went to a restaurant in the waiting area and had supper. Afterward, we hit a couple more gift shops and news stands, then finally went to the gate to wait for our flight. It wasn't long before they told us we could start boarding. As they called our row numbers we all got up and lined up. Of course, Security pulled me aside and wanded me, and looked through my carry on bag. The guys all were laughing. The Security guard looked at me and I told him it happened every time we flew anywhere. He smiled, then called all three of them over and gave them the same treatment, while I stood by grinning. Once we were all checked, the guard let us go to the head of the line. We headed through the tunnel, into the plane, and found our seats. We had two pairs of seats, one in front of the other, a few rows back from the right wing. Boarding continued for another half hour or so, then we finally taxied to the run way for take off. "Oh I hate this part!" Andy said, clutching my hand, as I snickered, while the pilot revved the engines for take off... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next chapter in this series will be published shortly. Author's note: I'm going on vacation next week and will be gone for a couple weeks, so there won't be any new chapters posted to this story until the beginning of August. I also won't be able to respond to any e-mails while I'm away. Anyway, as a consolation for this, look for a new single-chapter story of mine - "My Friend and His Little Brother" under 'gay/high school', which I posted recently. Additionally, I also posted another new single-chapter story entitled "My Son's Sexuality" under bi-sexual/high school. Enjoy, and I'll see you when I get back on-line!