Date: Tue, 19 Jul 2005 20:26:54 -0700 (PDT) From: Thomas Gaige Subject: My Step-Brother Jacob - Chapter 82 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! ******************************************************************************* * * * Author's note: I'd like to dedicate this chapter of my story to all the * * people in London, England, who either perished, were injured, or were in * * anyway touched by the tragic and reprehensible attacks that took place * * there on the morning of July 7, 2005. My sincere condolences and * * prayers go out to anyone who lost a loved one, or whose loved one was * * injured, and to the British people as a whole. May the sub-human * * perpetrators of this travesty be caught and quickly brought to justice! * * * ******************************************************************************* My Step-Brother Jacob Chapter 82 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Is there a problem in here?" I asked, walking into the men's room, staring intently at Tobias, who seemed to be standing confrontationally in front of Jacob. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the look on Jacob's face relax visibly when he saw me. Quickly he walked over and stood next to me. "No. No problem," Tobias said nervously, tinging pink, and avoiding my look. I looked at Jacob. He just looked at me with big eyes, but didn't say anything. I could tell something wasn't quite right. "Go on back to the table," I said to him. Without a word, Jacob scooted out of the men's room, leaving Tobias and me alone. I stepped directly in front of Tobias and looked down into his eyes. He looked a little fearful as he looked up at me, but he belligerently tried to out-stare me. He looked guilty! "I don't know yet what you're up to, but you stay the hell away from my brother, and my friends! You got that?" I said. Tobias didn't reply. Eventually, as I continued staring at him, he nodded slightly, looking fearful yet. I stared at him a minute longer, then turned and walked out of the men's room. * * * Back at the table, I asked Jacob what had happened. "Nothing really," Jacob said. "He asked my name. I told him it was Jacob. He told me his is Tobias. Then... he propositioned me. Nothing happened though. But, when I tried to leave, he stopped me and was trying to convince me to have sex with him. Then you walked in... Even though nothing happened, I'm glad you did. Oh! And, John! He knows Dad!" "Did he touch you? Did he threaten you?" I asked, as I felt my temper instantly beginning to sky-rocket. "No... but I got the idea he wanted to," Jacob said. Anger was raging through me then. I leaped up and headed back to the men's room, as everyone stared after me in surprise. "Nothing happened though John!" I heard Jacob calling after me. I kept going. Tobias and a older man were standing next to each other at the urinal trough when I burst back into the men's room. Both their heads whirled around, when the men's room door cracked loudly as it hit the wall because I'd slammed it open. Seeing the look on my face, the man quickly backed away from Tobias trying desperately to stuff his hardon back into his pants as quickly as he could. As soon as he got it stuffed back in his pants, he dashed out the door before he'd even zipped his fly. Tobias's eyes got larger, and a look of fear clouded his face, as I glared at him. I strode over to him and grabbed him by his collar, spinning him around. His penis, which had quickly begun wilting, was still hanging out of his fly, as I slammed him backward against the urinal trough, pushing his back up against the wall above it. Tobias looked terrified. "Don't you EVER go near my brother again! DO YOU HEAR ME?" I bellowed at him, as my fist came up and smashed into his face. Tobias's head snapped to the right, as my fist made contact with him. Slowly he looked back at me with a somewhat dazed look, as blood began running from his left nostril. "DID YOU HEAR ME?" I thundered at him. "Y-yes," The boy whimpered pathetically, his eyes brimming with tears. "Don't you EVER let me find out you've gone after ANY boy like that again - do you understand?" I yelled, pressing him backward harder, so he was bent backward and was practically sitting down into the urinal trough. I cocked my arm to hit him again. "I-I w-won't," Tobias whimpered again, and he began to cry. "John!" I heard Boner's voice come from behind me. He spoke quietly, but his tone was sharp. Looking around, I saw the guys all standing behind me, just inside the doorway. "Enough! He's only a kid. I think he gets the point," Boner said, looking evenly at me. Jacob, Harry, and the twins were there too. They looked a little frightened as all the guys stood looking at us. Jacob looked a bit sorrowful as well. I looked back at Tobias. He was bent backward over the edge of the urinal trough, his penis still dangling from his open fly. Blood was streaming out of his left nostril yet. He was weeping, and he was holding his hand to his left cheek. As I contemplated the boy, I realized Boner was right. My anger dissipated somewhat, and I relaxed my hold on Tobias. He sank down, sitting on the edge of the urinal trough, sobbing and holding his cheek. With his other hand he began trying to rub the blood from under his nose. Boner stepped over to the paper towel dispenser and pulled a few sheets from it. He folded them up and stepped over to Tobias and handed the wad to him. The boy took it and held it to his left nostril. "Why don't you and the guys go back to the table?" Boner said, looking pointedly at me. I looked at him. He met my gaze and stared me in the eye. "C'mon John," Andy said, stepping over to me, and putting his hand on my shoulder. I looked back at Tobias, glaring angrily at him, as he continued sobbing pitifully. "John," Andy said, again, pulling on my shoulder a little. Reluctantly, I let Andy pull me toward the door of the mens' room. The others, except for Boner, all left with us, and we walked back to the table together. * * * Everyone was quiet as we sat back down at our table. After a minute, Jacob said quietly, "he didn't do anything John. You really didn't have to do that." I looked at him and said, "He scared you, and made you feel threatened. I wasn't sure of that when we were in the bathroom the first time, but after you told me what happened, I realized how bad it really was. And you don't know what he might've done if I hadn't walked in there when I did." Jacob didn't reply. He just looked down at his empty plate. I could see some of the color drain from his face, as he realized I too thought he had been in more danger than he had admitted. He was obviously still shaken by the experience. As he was sitting next to me, I wrapped an arm around him and gave him a quick hug. "Is your hand hurt?" John asked. I had absentmindely been holding my knuckles against my cold beer glass. Smiling slightly I said, "a little. Nothing to worry about." "Well, I doubt he'll try anything like that again," Jeremy said. "You can be very persuasive!" "That was the point," I said, smiling wryly at him. A slightly guilty look crossed his face as he recalled how I'd threatened him several months earlier for hurting Craig. I gave him a slight nod, and he smiled faintly back at me. "Well, it's over now," Andy said. "Try to remember too... he's just a kid himself, who didn't know better. I'm sure he does now. Let's try and forget it happened and get back to figuring out what we want to do for the rest of the afternoon." He and the others began talking about our site-seeing again then, as I sat wondering what Boner was doing with Tobias. * * * In the mens' room, Boner had wet some more paper towels and given them to Tobias. Tobias had stopped crying, but was sniffling a little yet. He took the wet paper towels from Boner, and was trying, not very successfully, to rub the blood from his face. "Jeeze! Put your dick away already?" Boner said, looking down at the boy, and realizing he was still exposed. "S-sorry," Tobias muttered, blushing. Boner smiled slightly at him. Shakily, Tobias stood up and stuffed his penis in his jeans and zipped his fly. As he looked up uncertainly at Boner, Boner reached out and took the wet papertowels Tobias had set down on the edge of the sink. Gently he washed the smeared blood off Tobias's face. Tobias stood quietly, letting Boner clean him up. He kept looking at Boner though, surprised at the older boy's nurturing nature. Boner handed him a wadded up piece of toilet paper then and told Tobias to tilt his head back and hold it to his nose. Tobias did as Boner directed. The two stood for a couple minutes, quietly. Then, Boner told Tobias to tilt his head forward and take the toilet paper away from his nose. The bleeding had stopped. Boner looked carefully at Tobias's face and nose. Tobias looked back at him with a mixture of mild embarrassment and obvious confusion. He couldn't fathom why a friend of the guy who had just been beating him up, would be treating him so well. Finally, he asked Boner "Why are you being so nice to me?" Boner looked at him a minute, then said, "Because you're a kid who doesn't appear to have anyone to look after you properly." A belligerent look flashed across Tobias's face for a moment, but quickly disappeared, being replaced by a defeated look as Boner gave him a stern glare. He didn't know what to do or say then, so he didn't say anything, and just stood looking submissively at Boner, as if waiting to be told what to do next. Boner leaned closer to Tobias and looked into his eyes. "What you did to John's brother was wrong!" he said. "I know that. I'm sorry. It'll never happen again," Tobias said, quickly, looking a little fearful again. "Don't do that to any other boy either!" Boner said, still looking Tobias in the eye. "I won't. I promise," Tobias said, swallowing. "Good. John'll leave you alone, as long as you don't hurt anyone!" Boner said, clamping Tobias's shoulder and squeezing it gently. "I-I never touched him, and I really never meant to hurt anyone. Truly I didn't." Tobias said, pleadingly. "Fine. But you made him feel threatened. Don't ever do that again. Because if you do, John'll tear you limb for limb! And I won't stop him if there's another time. Understand?" Boner said, his hand subtley tightening for a moment on Tobias's shoulder. "D-don't worry. It won't happen again!" Tobias said, gulping. "Good!" Boner said, releasing the boy's shoulder. "You seem to be OK now. So, I'm going." "OK... um... thanks," Tobias said. "No problem. Just remember what I told you! And maybe think about getting a different profession! The one you're in is way too dangerous in a whole lot of ways. You could end up sick, hurt, or ... worse!" Boner said, looking pointedly at Tobias. Tobias didn't answer. He just looked at Boner sadly. Boner stood looking at Tobias for a moment, almost as if he was contemplating saying something else. After a moment, he turned and silently walked out of the men's room. A minute later, Tobias slipped out of the bathroom and out the pub's back door. * * * Back at the table, everyone got quiet when Boner returned. "He's OK, and it won't happen again. He realizes what he did was wrong, and promised not to do it again," Boner said. Nobody said anything. A moment later, Andy said, "OK then. Time to go - if we hurry we'll just make it to the 'Changing of the Guard!'" A couple of the guys smiled then, and everyone started talking again, and getting ready to go. As we were leaving, Duke walked back into the pub. "Off again are you lads?" he asked. "Yeah, we're going to see the changing of the guard!" Jacob said, smiling. "Have fun then," Duke said, giving Jacob a hug. I hung back as the others walked out the door. "Hey!" I said to Duke, when we were alone. Duke looked at me quizzically. "I don't know what you and Tobias have going on," I said, careful to use the boy's name so Duke knew I knew something about him, "but you tell him to keep away from Jacob! You got that?" Duke looked surprised when I mentioned Tobias by name, but when I mentioned Jacob, a look of fury came into his eyes. "I told you before - there's nothing going on between us! Did that wanker do something to Jacob though?" Duke asked, angrily. "Almost, but I walked in on them in time!" I said. "I took care of it!" "Thank you John! Thank you for protecting my boy," Duke said. I could tell he was both embarrassed, and furious. "No problem, it's what I live for," I said, smiling wryly. He nodded at me, looking embarrassed. I just looked at him grimly for a moment, then, I turned and left to go catch up with the guys. * * * Despite Boner having problems driving his rental car on the correct side of the road, we got to Buckingham Palace just in time to see the changing of the guard. "God damn!" Boner muttered, getting out of the car after he'd parked it. "Who the hell came up with putting the steering wheel on the wrong side of the car, as well as driving on the wrong side of the road!" he exploded at me, as we walked off toward the palace. I snickered and said, "having a little problem adjusting to driving on the left?" Julian chuckled and said, "not a much as shifting with his left hand! He stalled twice, and almost shifted into reverse at the last light, instead of first!" "IT'S INSANE!" Boner burst out, glaring at me, as if it was my fault. I laughed and said, "I understand. I felt the same way at first. You get used to it though!" "Yeah! Just in time to go home and have to start driving the right way again!" he fumed, as we all laughed. The Changing of the Guard started just as we got to the palace. The guys all loved it, and took a lot of pictures and video tape of it. From there, we went to Westminster Abbey. After that, we went to the Tower of London, where Boner, Pete, and Mitchell embarrassed the hell out of us as they tried to get the guards in their tall beaver hats to crack a smile. Boner went so far as to almost try tickling one of them, until he noticed the guard's eyes had moved, and he was looking down at him threateningly. We all laughed as Steve meekly backed away from him. We saw Tower Bridge, and visited the Houses of Parliament, and finished our day with a visit to St. Paul's Cathedral, where Prince Charles and Princess Diana were married. By the time we'd seen all that, the day was over, and we returned home for dinner. * * * We all enjoyed a dinner of grilled steak, baked potatoes, and green beans almondine. As we ate, we talked about our plans for the next day. "Don't forget! You promised to take us to King's Cross at midnight tomorrow night!" Jacob said. "King's cross? Midnight?" Pete asked, looking confused. "Harry Potter!" Jacob exclaimed. "Book six is coming out!" Scott said, sounding incredulous that someone didn't know. "And John's taking us to get it as soon as it's out!" John said. "They're having a big party at Platform 9-3/4, which is at King's cross!" Harry explained. "Oh dear!" Elizabeth said. Everyone looked at her. "I'm sorry lads, but because of the bombing there last week, they've canceled the do at King's Cross!" she said. "WHAT?" Jacob asked. "NO!" Scott burst out. "It's NOT fair!" John complained. "Excuse me! I know you're upset that the party is canceled, but think how unfair it was to all the people who died or were hurt in the attacks!" I said. "I'm sorry," John said meekly. "I didn't mean it that way. I know it was awful." "We understand John. It's alright," Elizabeth said. "I actually wondered if this might happen," Harry added quietly. "I did too. Anyway... there will be other parties elsewhere that aren't canceled," I said, hoping to lift everyone's mood again. "In fact... I think I read that there was one right down the street at Waterstone's. We can go to that one. OK?" "OK," Jacob said. "That'll be good," John said, sounding glad that I was trying to lighten the mood. "It should be a good time there," Harry said. "Do you think they'll have butterbeer?" Scott asked hopefully. "I expect most of the bookstores that will be open will have it," I said. "Well I certainly hope so!" Andy interjected. Everyone looked at him. "Well... I was planning on going too!" he said, looking mildly embarrassed. "You're a Potter fan too Andy?" Craig asked, grinning. "Well... yes! Isn't everybody?" Andy asked, starting to turn a light shade of pink. "Well... they might be, but I think maybe you're a bigger fan than anyone in this room!" I said. Everyone laughed or chuckled, as poor Andy's face bloomed redder. "Don't sweat it Andy!" Boner drawled. "I like the books too!" "So do I!" "Me too!" came comments from around the table. "Well - don't forget to get me a copy too!" Elizabeth said, as the comments died down. Everyone laughed again then. "OK, I guess we'll ALL go to Waterstone's tomorrow night, and yes Elizabeth, we'll pick up a copy of the book for you too!" I said. Still laughing, we began picking up the dishes together. * * * Just about when we were sitting down for our dessert of ice cream and cookies, across London, in the dingy apartment a couple blocks from the Barley Mow, Tobias had just finished eating a hunk of cheese and a stale piece of bread. He was just getting ready to leave and go back to 'work'. "AAaaahh!" he cried out, frightened when the door violently burst open. His eyes filled with fear then, when he saw Duke slam the door shut and bear down on him looking furious. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY BOY?" Duke screamed, grabbing Tobias and shoving him, so he slammed backwards into a chest of drawers, crying out in pain as the corner of the top of the piece of furniture dug into his back. "N-nothing!" Tobias said, his eyes wild with fright. "W-what are you on about?" "THAT'S NOT WHAT I HEARD!!!" Duke shouted, bringing his hand down and slapping the boy violently across the face. Tobias shrieked in pain. His face suddenly searing. "DON'T YOU EVER GO NEAR HIM AGAIN! DO YOU HEAR ME???" Duke bellowed. "Y-yes!" Tobias cried quickly, praying Duke would stop. Duke stared down at him threateningly. "Get undressed ya fuckin' prat!" he sneered threateningly at Tobias. Quickly, Tobias began pulling his clothes off. As soon as he was naked, Duke told him to kneel on the couch and bend over. Tobias did as he was told. Duke grabbed a tube of petroleum jelly off a bureau and walked over to him. He dropped his pants down around his ankles, then squirted a glob of the lubricant into his hand and smeared it all over his hardon. A moment later, without doing anything to prepare Tobias's asshole, Duke knelt down behind the boy, put the head of his dick up against his anus, and savagely thrust his hips forward, ramming his relatively large hardon through Tobias's sphincter, causing him to cry out in pain. "AAAAWWWWW!!!!" Tobias screamed as Duke slammed himself all the way into his rectum as far as he could, until his pelvis was smashed up against The boy's flattened buttocks. Duke grinned lewdly to himself, then began shoving his long, fat, dick in and out of the boy's asshole as fast and roughly as possible. Tears welled in Tobias's eyes and began to run down his cheeks as Duke slammed in and out of him. "P-please STOP!!!" Tobias pleaded, between gasps and groans of pain. "Yer Right!" Duke growled, grinning wickedly. "This'll teach ye ter fuck with my boy!" With that, Duke began pounding in and out of Tobias even harder. Resigned to the fact that Duke was going to do as he pleased, Tobias buried his face against the back of the couch, and sobbed into the cushion as Duke continued riding him like he was a mechanical bull. Within a minute, Duke's orgasm began, and groaning, he began pumping his semen into Tobias's rectum. Duke groaned and grunted a few times, as he emptied his loins into the boy, then he finally slowed down and pulled out of him. "Thank God!" Tobias thought, as Duke's penis finally slid completely out of him. Tobias didn't move. He just remained in the position he was in. He just wanted the throbbing feeling to go away. "You sniveling Git!" Duke yelled, and his hand smacked soundly across Tobias's right ass cheek suddenly. "AAaahhh!" Tobias cried out in surprise. "You wanta fuck with my boy, I'll show you!" Duke hollered, his anger suddenly renewed. Duke began smacking Tobias's ass with his hand, leaving a red welt each time. Tobias cried out after each of the first few hits, but that seemed to only make Duke hit him harder, so he bit his lip and buried his face in the couch cushion again. After a moment Duke stopped suddenly. Tobias prayed he was finished, but didn't move for fear it would bring another onslaught. Suddenly his mind was filled terror when he heard the tinkling of a belt buckle though. He quickly glanced backward just as the leather of Duke's belt slapped savagely across both his buttocks! "OOOooooowwww!!!" Tobias shrieked in agony. "Stttooppp!!!!!!" he screamed pitifully as the belt sliced into his skin, drawing blood the second time it came down on his ass. Duke grinned more sadistically than Tobias had ever seen him then, and started beating the hell out of the boy with his belt. Tobias cried out between sobs, pleading for Duke to stop, promising never to go near Jacob again. When Duke heard Tobias use Jacob's name, it only infuriated him more though. He dropped the belt and spun Tobias around, so he was lying on the couch, then he began beating him with his fists. Terrified beyond belief, Tobias thought to himself, "God! He's going to kill me!" He tried to fight back, but it was futile, he was nothing against Duke's superior strength. Finally, he gave up and just laid still unable to do anything. Both of his eyes were swelling shut, his nose was in excruciating pain. He could taste blood in his mouth. His entire body was one ball of pain. The last thing Tobias thought to himself before he blacked out was, "Sweet Jesus, Please just let me die right now!" A few minutes later, Duke's anger finally subsided, as he tired from beating the boy so savagely. He stopped and looked down at Tobias, who lie in a crumpled heap on the floor in front of the couch. As Duke looked down at his bloody battered body, he suddenly wondered if maybe he'd gone too far. Tobias didn't even seem to be breathing. Suddenly, Duke began to worry that maybe he'd killed the boy. Fearfully, Duke reached down to try and find a pulse. Before he touched Tobias though, someone began pounding on the door. "AY! What's goin' on in there?" a man's voice boomed. Duke froze for a moment. Then, quickly he stepped back, reached down and pulled up his pants. "AY!" the man's voice bellowed from the hallway. Quickly Duke grabbed his shirt and pulled it on. Then he dashed to the window, threw it open and stepped out onto the fire escape and clambored down it. When he reached the bottom, he jumped down onto the street and quickly dashed away up the street. * * * Back at the apartment house, a woman opened her apartment door and hollered at the man who had been pounding on door to the apartment Tobias was in, telling him to stop the racket. "That's what I'm on about with these blokes!" the man snapped at her. "Well, they're quiet now, so you be too!" she replied, and shut her door. The man stood glaring after her at her closed door a moment. Then he listened for sounds from inside the noisy apartment. It was silent now. "Bunch o' arseholes," he muttered, and walked away. Inside the apartment, Tobias's bloody form lay motionless on the floor. A casual observer would take him for dead, but if one looked at him more closely they'd see he was still breathing, albeit very shallowly. * * * After enjoying our dinner and and enjoyable evening of visiting with the guys, we all decided since we would be up late at the Harry Potter party the next night, to turn in early. Besides we were tired from our day's running around. The guys all left early to go back to the Bell & Crown, and Evan went home too. After the guys were gone, Andy, Harry, and the twins were all downstairs watching a show on television. I'd gone upstairs to the den to use my computer and do a little paper work before the twins wanted to go to bed on the sleeper sofa in there. As I was writing out a check, Jacob walked in and sat down in one of the chairs in front of the desk. He waited quietly for me to finish writing the check and stuff it in the return envelope with the payment slip. When I was done with it, I looked up at him. "What's up Jacob?" I asked. "Why do you think Dad hangs around with Tobias?" he asked. I contemplated Jacob for a moment, then said, "I really don't know." It was Jacob's turn to be silent and study me. "Tobias must be gay because he propositioned me... do you think Dad knows he's gay?" Jacob asked finally. "I don't know. But...I would expect that he does know. He seems to know the boy better than we do, and we know...so it would follow that he would too," I said. Jacob was quiet for a minute, then he asked, "Do you think they "do" things?" "Like?" I asked, knowing full well what he meant, but wanting him to say it outright. "You know what I mean," he said. "Do you think Dad 'uses' him for sex?" "What do you think?" I asked. Jacob appeared slightly exasperated by my not giving him my opinion. He looked at me for a minute, then he said, "Well...you know what he did with that neighbor boy of our's before...so???" "I don't know what your father and Tobias might be up to Jacob," I said finally. "But, I don't expect that they're just casual acquaintences. Everytime I go to the Barley Mow, they're together at the bar. Tobias gets up and goes to the men's room as soon as I walk in. It's like your father doesn't want us to know that he knows him as well as he does. It's obvious the boy's a hustler too. He's hit on me, Andy, Boner, you, and I've seen him hit on other guys too. Given your father's past, it wouldn't surprise me if your father is at least one of his customers. If there's anything else going on - I don't know." Jacob sat a moment digesting what I'd told him. Finally, he said, "Is there anything we can do to help Dad stay out of trouble?" I smiled benevolently at Jacob and said, "You're such a great guy! Your father has no idea how lucky he is to have you for a son! Seriously though, I doubt very much that there's anything we can do to change his behavior. When a person is motivated by his sexual appetite, it's not something they can easily change. I believe he loves you Jacob, but even if you went to him and told him of your suspicions, and asked him to change, while I'm sure he'd never admit it to begin with, if he slipped up and did admit it to you somehow, I'm sure he'd promise you he'd change, but...he'd know at the time that he was lying through his teeth to you. As much as he might want to change - for you - or even just for himself - I doubt very much he'll be able to." Jacob looked understandably upset by my answer. He didn't reply, but sat lost in thought for a minute or two. When he finally looked back up at me, he appeared to have a defeated look on his face. "I guess I kind of realized all this," he said. "I just needed to talk to someone and find out if I was right." "I'm sorry you were. And, I'm sorry I had to be the one to tell you," I said. "It's not your fault," Jacob said. "And thanks for being honest with me!" "No problem," I said. "You OK?" "Yeah," he said. "I'm gonna go watch TV with the others." "OK," I said, as he got up. "I'll be down in a while. If I ever finish this mountain of bills!" Jacob flashed me a quick smile, then turned and left. I could tell he was still upset and worried about what Duke was up to. I wondered how he'd take it, if our suspicions that Duke was up to even more bad shit than we knew about for sure, turned out to be true. I felt bad for him, and wished Duke would just disappear, before the whole truth came out. I thought for a few more minutes, wondering if there was anything else I could do to help Jacob, but finally, not coming up with anything, I went back to paying my bills. * * * About a half hour later, I was still paying bills, when the twins came upstairs to go to bed. I told them I'd finish up the one I was working on, and quit for the night, so they should go use the bathroom and get ready for bed, while I got finished. A couple minutes later, as I was putting everything away, they walked back into the den, ready for bed. "Sit down for a minute," I said, pointing at the chairs in front of the desk. "I wanted to talk to you a minute." They both looked surprised, but sat down. "So... I heard about how Boner walked in on you guys this morning. Guess it was a bit of a surprise for him," I said, chuckling. The boys smiled shyly, and John's face turned slightly pink. "You should've seen the look on his face!" Scott chuckled. "I bet," I said, smiling at them. "He talked to me about it too, and he told me about your conversation with him. I just wanted to check with you guys and make sure you were OK, and see if you needed to talk anymore about things. So...is everything OK? Do you need to talk about anything?" The boys glanced at each other, then looked back at me. "No," they chorused together. "OK," I said. "Um...I do want to check on one thing though with you...Are you guys both really OK with everything you're doing with Jacob and Harry?" "Yeah!" Scott said. "We're fine," John said. "OK," I replied. "Just remember, if you ever don't want to do something with them, or anyone else, or...even with each other, you don't have to! You can say 'no', OK?" I said. "And...I'm always here if you want to talk about anything. Together, or seperately. OK?" "OK," they both said. "OK then," I said. "Now...one more question. When was the last time either of you spoke with your grandmother?" The twins looked at each other a moment, the Scott said, "I don't remember." "Me either," John said. "I think it was the day we got here. But...she's in Vermont with Aunt Hazel." "Hmmm....I kind of expected her to call more often," I said. "Yeah," John said. "It is kind of unlike her," Scott said. "Well, try and ring her up. It's early stateside yet," I said, shoving the phone toward John, who was closest to it. "'Ring her up'? You're getting awfully British!" John said, smirking. I chuckled and said, "Andy tends to rub off on me!" "Sure you don't mean he tends to 'rub you off'?" Scott, smirking as well. I chuckled and said, "He does better than just rubbing it!" They both grinned and snickered. John reached for the phone and picked up the receiver. "I'll try her cell phone," he said. "Um...how do I call the US from here?" Grinning, I gave him the international access code and country code, and said, "then just dial the area code and number." John dialed. A moment later he said, "it's ringing." He frowned a minute later and said, "she's not answering!" "Leave a voice message for her to call us back," Scott suggested. A moment later, John left a message for Grandma to call us back, then he hung up. "Strange!" he said. "She usually always answers." "Maybe she forgot her phone," Scott said. "She's forgetting things a little more lately you know." "She is?" I asked. "Just how is she doing? Is she OK?" "Yeah, she's OK," Scott said. "She's tired more often than she used to be and she forgets things more often though," John said. "Well she's old!" Scott said. I chuckled and said, "Well, she is 'older' - but don't let her hear you call her 'old'! And...I hope that you guys are helping her out around the house, doing the yard work and such, and that you're not causing her any grief of any kind!" "We do ALL the yardwork!" Scott said, a little indignantly. "And we don't give her any trouble either," John added. "Well...I don't at least. Scott on the other hand -" "HEY!" Scott shouted, turning on his brother. "Well...you do argue with her over bed time," John said. Scott glared at his brother and said, "I don't see you not agreeing with me!" "All I'm saying is you're the one who fights with her about it!" John said. "You're fighting with her about things?" I interjected. "NO!" Scott sputtered, blushing a little. "Stop lying John!" "I'm-" John started to retort. "ENOUGH!" I said loudly. They both shut up and looked at me. "Scott, do you fight with your grandmother over bedtime?" I asked. Scott looked embarrassed and looked down at the floor. "A little I guess," he mumbled. "How much?" I asked. John started to speak, but I told him to stay out of it. He shut up then. "It's not fair John!" Scott protested. "She tries to make us go to bed too early! It's not like we're in school now!" "What time does she want you in bed?" I asked. "10:00!" Scott said, looking disgusted. John looked unhappy about it too. I smiled and said, "would 11:00 suit you better?" "Yeah!" they both said, looking hopefully at me. "OK, here's what we can try," I said. "I'll talk to Grandma and ask her if you can stay up till 11:00 while school's out. But...you're gonna have to promise to stick to lights out by 11:00! AND...I want you to be up in your room from 10:00 on. I think the problem is that Grandma's tired earlier than you guys and she wants to go to bed, but doesn't want to until she knows you guys are ready for bed. So...maybe if you're ready for bed and in your room, she'll agree you can stay up another hour. She can go to bed then at 10:00. But guys...no fucking around with staying up past 11:00! She needs to be able to trust you to follow the rules, or she won't be able to go to sleep, and it sounds like she needs her rest more now! So will you promise - lights out at 11:00?" "Yeah, we have a TV in our room, and our game cube. We can go upstairs already at 10:00," John said. "Yeah," Scott said, although, not very enthusiastically. "You really agree to 11:00 lights out?" I asked, looking specifically at Scott. "Yes!" they answered together. "And you won't argue with your grandmother anymore about things?" I asked, looking back and forth between them. "I won't," John said. Scott didn't look pleased, but he said, "I'll try not to, but John, she treats us like little boys sometimes yet." "Well, she doesn't realize maybe, just how much you're growing up," I said. "But, when you don't cooperate with her, you don't seem so grown up either. So...what you need to do is be respectful of her, and not argue with her. If you have a problem with her rules, try discussing them maturely, and not in a childish or angry way. Maybe she'll see you're growing up and give in a little. If she sticks to her rules - you need to respect them and do as she asks. If you still feel they're unfair - call me. Talk to me about it. I might agree with you, or maybe I'll agree with Grandma. If I agree with you I'll try to help if I can, but otherwise, you're gonna have to do as she says. Remember! She is getting older and having two teenage boys to raise is a lot of work for her! So you need to be as helpful to her as you can be - in all ways! OK?" "OK," they replied. "Good! Now I'll get out of here so you can get to bed. I'm exhausted, and I expect you are too - it was a busy day!" I said. "OK," Scott said. "G'night," John said. I got up and gave each of them a hug and a kiss on the forehead, then left and went to mine and Andy's room. I paused on my way at Jacob's door, which was closed tightly. I was going to tap and say goodnight to him and Harry, but just as I was going to knock, I heard the faint rhythmic squeak of Jacob's bed springs, and low moaning from both of them. Grinning, I turned and stepped into the bathroom to get ready for bed. * * * While I was in the bathroom getting ready for bed, Jacob was lying on his back in bed, with his legs up in the air, hooked over Harry's shoulders, as Harry slowly plowed in and out of his rectum. Jacob's lubed hand slid up and down his rigid shaft in time with Harry's fucking. "Mmmmmm" Jacob moaned, softly, each time Harry shoved his dick deeply into him. Harry was slowly long-dicking Jacob, and was nearing his orgasm. Every so often he let out a small gasp. He was doing his best to fight speeding up, as long as he could. Jacob felt his own orgasm approaching too, as Harry' s penis rubbed against his prostate, and his hand slid up and down his cock. The pressure was building steadily inside Harry, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He began shoving his hips up and down a little faster. His breathing became heavier and faster. Jacob began masturbating faster as well, and his moans became louder and more insistent. Harry could tell Jacob was getting ready to cum as well. "Harder!" Jacob gasped. Harry began pounding his dick in and out of Jacob's love tunnel then, and Jacob began beating off as fast as he could. His moan became steady, as he felt his climax nearing. A small drop of sweat appeared on Jacob's forehead and ran down his nose. It hung there for a moment, then dripped down onto Harry's cheek. "Awwwww!" Jacob groaned a moment later, as his body tensed up and fired a stream of milky white fluid out his penis. As Jacob ejaculated, his sphincter tightened momentarily around Harry's penis. "Ohhh!" Harry gasped, a moment later, as his orgasm began too, and he pumped a load of cum deep into Jacob's bowels. "MMmmmmm!" Jacob groaned, firing another load of cum all over his belly and chest. "Mmmffff!!" Harry gasped shooting more jism into Jacob. Harry kept pumping his hips up and down, shoving himself in and out of Jacob, and Jacob's hand continued flying up and down his rod. Together the boys moaned in ecstasy as they shared their orgasms. As their spasms began to subside, Harry leaned down and kissed Jacob on the lips. Jacob smiled and kissed him back. Harry's mouth opened then, and covered Jacob's as their tongues searched for and swirled around each other. Both boys were breathing heavily through their noses, as they kissed passionately. Each groaned deep in their throats, as the final throes of their orgasms swept over them, washing them in warm pleasure, and causing each of their hearts to feel warm with the love they felt for each other. As Harry's orgasm ended, he buried himself deeply inside his lover, and continued passionately kissing him. Jacob's hand stopped moving as his own spasms ended, and Harry wrapped his arms around him hugging him tightly, smearing his cum between their bodies. The two continued kissing, as their penises began to soften. Eventually, Harry pulled his mouth away from Jacob's and the two lay grinning at each other, panting heavily. "I love you so much Jacob," Harry said, smiling down at him. "I love you too Harry!" Jacob replied, his eyes glistening. Harry leaned in again, and the two began kissing again. * * * At the same time as Jacob and Harry were making love, the twins had gotten their bed ready on the sleeper sofa. They were both sporting serious wood by the time the bed was made up. Quickly they stripped naked and laid down in a '69' and began sucking on each other. The boys sucked up and down each other's rods, and fondled each other's nut sacks for a couple minutes. Scott let go of John's scrotum, which he'd been kneading gently and dipped his finger into John's ass crack and began gently rubbing his asshole. Smiling, as he continued sucking on his brother, John too let go of Scott's testicles and inserted a finger between his cheeks and began wiggling his fingertip back and forth over Scott's anus as well. "mmmm!" Scott moaned appreciatively. John moaned in reply as well. The two continued sucking on each other, and fingering each other. Both their orgasms began building quicker then, and soon they were both sucking up and down much faster. As Scott felt his orgasm about to begin, he jammed his finger through John's hole and began massaging his prostate. "Unnnhhh!" John groaned, and quickly shoved his finger through his twin's asshole and begain rubbing his gland as well. "MMmmmm!" Scott groaned. Within a few seconds, both boys reached their climaxes, and grunting they began filling each other's mouth with their semen. They continued pumping each other's dicks, and finger-fucking each other, as over and over pleasure swept over them, and they flooded each other's mouths. They each enjoyed the flavor the other's fluid, and quickly swallowed it, hoping for more! Eventually, their orgasms ended, and both felt spent. They wiped their fingers off with some Kleenex, then Scott who was facing the foot of the bed spun around. The two crawled under the covers, and John snuggled up to his brother, who wrapped an arm around him. They lay together contentedly, neither talking, until soon they both fell asleep. * * * "It's about time!" Andy declared, as I walked into our room. He was lounging completely naked, on his side. His dick was sticking straight out in front of him, and the tip of it was wet with precum! I grinned and apologized for keeping him waiting. "Just hurry up and get naked and get into bed," he directed. I did just that. "Lay back!" Andy said. I did. He quickly crawled between my legs and went down on me, sucking as much of my dick into his mouth as possible. "Mmmmmm..." I groaned as he began sliding his mouth up and down me. Andy sucked on me for a half minute or so, then he pulled off. A tube of KY was lying next to him. He used some on my dick, getting me good and slick, then he climbed on top of me, straddling my hips and sat back, pushing my dick so that the tip of my hardon was pressing against his asshold. With that, he groaned as he sat back, forcing the head of my dick through his asshole! "Mmmmm!!!" he groaned, as without stopping, he sat back as far as he could, stuffing the entire length of my erection deep inside him. "OHhhhh!!!" he gasped, when he was sitting on me with my entire dick up inside him. Andy grinned down at me, then began lifting back off me. Within a minute, he was sliding his asshole slowly up and down my dick, and groaning happily each time his settled down fully on me. After a minute or two, Andy was used to having me inside him, and he sped up into a normal fucking speed. His mouth was open, his eyes were half closed, and his dick was rigid, as he shoved his ass up and down on me. I picked up the lube and squirted a little into my hand and then grabbed Andy's dick and began masturbating him. "OHhhh JOhn!" he groaned with pleasure as I matched his rythym. Andy continued sliding up and down on me, and I continued pumping his dick for another minute or so. I could tell Andy's orgasm was building, because periodically, his asshole clamped around my dick and his dick went slightly more rigid in my hand. This of course excited me even more, and I felt my own climax beginning to build. Another thirty seconds went by, then Andy began thrusting up and down even faster and harder. I started pumping him faster. I knew he was almost ready to cum. So was I. A few seconds later, Andy was whimpering with pleasure, when suddenly, he groaned and huge glob of cum shot out the end of his dick, landing in a streak on my face, running from my forehead, over my nose and mouth and down over my chin. I opened my mouth and sucked a bit of it in. The flavor of Andy's cum, and seeing him in the throes of his orgasm caused me to go over the edge, and as his asshole clamped around my dick again, I groaned and a load of semen rocketed out of my dick, up inside him, just as another glob of his landed in my open mouth, and dribbled over my chin, down to my neck. "Mmmmm!" I groaned, swallowing his slightly salty semen. Andy kept on fucking me, and I kept on jerking him off for about a half minute, and we each continued cumming every couple seconds at first, then it slowed down to every few seconds. Eventually, both our orgasms ended, and Andy stopped moving up and down on me. I released his dick, and he settle down onto me, sitting on my hips, my dick still stuffed up his ass. "Damn! That was brilliant!" he said, grinning down at me. Smiling, I agreed, as I wiped up more of his cum with my finger and licked it off. "Tasty!" I said, grinning. He grinned back at me, but reached for his T-shirt, which he'd left lying next to him on the bed. "Let me clean you up," He said, and he proceeded to wipe his cum off me. When he was done, he lifted himself up, and my shrinking dick slid out of him. He quickly got up and grabbed several tissues and wiped his ass, throwing the slimey tissues in the waste basket. "There! All clean!" he said. Smiling I said, "then crawl back in here and snuggle with me!" Grinning, Andy crawled back onto the bed. We got under the covers, and he snuggled up to me. We kissed each other. Then we lay quietly for a few minutes. Andy fell asleep almost immediately. I lay awake a few minutes longer, enjoying the feeling of my lover's body snuggled up to me. Then, I too fell asleep. * * * On the other side of London, Duke lay awake in his bed, worrying. He was terrified that at any moment the police would arrive and begin pounding on the door, to arrest him for Tobias's murder. He was sure, that as soon as he'd left the apartment, whoever had been pounding on the door would've gotten the building superintendent and together they'd have found Tobias's beaten corpse. The police would've been called, and somehow, evidence of his connection with Duke would've been established. Pictures of Duke would've been shown to the other apartment building residents and he'd have been identified as someone who was always at the apartment with the boy. As he lay there, he wondered if maybe he should just pack up and leave. * * * Partway across town, between Duke's place and our's, in the dingy apartment down the street from The Barley Mow, Tobias finally stirred. Slowly, he came to. His body was one knot of pain, and he had to urinate badly. He tried to get up to go to the bathroom, but the pain was too great. He slumped back onto the floor. A moment later, he tried again to get up, but his ribs hurt too much, where Duke had kicked him. He slumped back down onto the floor again, crying out in pain. The pressure in Tobias's bladder was becoming more than uncomfortable. He needed to get to the toilet, but the pain from his most certainly broken ribs was so great, he couldn't get up off the floor. He began weeping softly in frustration and pain. Finally, he couldn't take the pain in his bladder anymore, and he just gave up trying to hold it in any longer. He let his body relax, and his urine began streaming out his penis. His dick was lying on his belly pointing up at his face and the hot fluid started washing over him. He managed to reach down and point his penis downward. Then of course it showered his legs as well. In complete disgust, he gave up and just laid still letting his bladder empty. When he'd finished peeing, he soaked with his own piss, and he was lying in a puddle of it. He was too battered and beaten to do anything about it though. A few minutes later, completely exhausted and throbbing painfully all over, mercifully the boy fell asleep... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next chapter in this series will be published shortly.