Date: Fri, 27 Jan 2006 21:06:36 -0800 (PST) From: Thomas Gaige Subject: My Step-Brother Jacob - Chapter 86 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 86 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When I woke up the morning after our show in Rothbury, I smiled to myself. Evan was in bed with Andy and me. We were all naked, and he was lying half on top of me with his face buried in my hair, nuzzled up to my neck. His penis, which was hard, was pressed up against my hip. Andy was sleeping on his side, facing away from me, but with his back up against my other side. Glancing at the bed next to our's I saw that Craig and Jeremy were sleeping snuggled together too. Looking at the clock on the wall, I was surprised I was awake already, considering what time we'd actually all finally crawled into bed to go to sleep. We'd stayed up rather late, once Craig and Jeremy realized that Evan was bi, and was interested in having group-sex with us too. Still smiling, I recalled how enamored Jeremy was with getting his hands on Evan, once Evan had his clothes off. "Well..." Jeremy had said. "Andy's the only guy I've ever been with who has his foreskin yet. Evan still has his too, so... I'd like to check it out too... um... if that's OK with you Evan?" Evan had grinned and held his hand out to Jeremy, who grinned back and joined him on the bed. As Evan stretched out on his back, spreading his legs apart invitingly, Jeremy had crawled onto the bed on his hands and knees, and lowered his face toward Evan's genitals. He'd spent a couple minutes examining Evan's penis closely then before finally taking it in his mouth. As he'd begun sucking up and down on it, a smile formed on Evan's lips. He closed his eyes and relaxed with his hands clasped behind his head, enjoying the warm wetness of Jeremy's mouth. Andy, Craig and I had been watching. We all smiled at one another. "Um..." Andy said quietly, looking at us. "Would you mind if I join them?" We both grinned and I pushed him toward them. Smiling, Andy knelt on the floor behind Jeremy, whose ass was sticking out over the foot of the bed. Grinning, Andy leaned forward. A moment later, Jeremy groaned, as Andy began rimming him. "Don't suppose you'd care to '69' with me?" Craig asked hopefully. His dick was throbbing slightly. "Most defintely!" I grinned. The two of us got on the other bed then, and proceeded to start sucking on each other. Now, as I laid in bed, with Evan half on top of me, my right arm wrapped snuggly and protectively around him, I felt my dick straining against the blankets, as I recalled the previous night's events. The five of us had all coupled with one another in various ways, exploring and pleasuring each other's bodies, each having a couple of orgasms, before exhausted, we finally crawled into the two beds to go to sleep. It had been quite a pleasant evening! "Mornin'!" Craig's voice came from the bed next to me, breaking into my thoughts. I turned my head and looked at him. He was smiling drowsily at me. "Hey!" I replied, smiling back. "Watcha thinkin' 'bout?" he asked. "Last night!" I said, grinning. "It was pretty fantastic!" Craig said, smiling. "Yup!" I said. Evan stirred and began to wake up at the sound of our voices. "Whaa?" Andy groaned groggily, rolling over to face me. "Your bed looks full!" Craig said. "It's quite comfy actually!" Evan said, yawning. "Room for us to join you?" Craig asked. "If you don't mind laying on top of us and snuggling together like we're a can of sardines," I said. Craig, and Jeremy, who'd woken by then too, grinned and crawled out of their bed, then climbed in with us. Evan rolled onto his side, off of me and Craig carefully laid down on top of me, while Jeremy spread himself out on top of Andy. "Hope we don't break the bed!" Craig said. We all chuckled. Surprisingly wide awake for that hour of the morning, Andy reached down into his bag that was sitting on the floor next to the bed. When his hand reappeared, he had a tube of KY jelly. "Anyone horny?" he asked, smiling devilishly. "You have to ask?" Jeremy said, a little incredulously. "Well, no... I can feel that you are!" Andy replied with a chuckle. "Care to put it inside me?" Jeremy's cock was hard, and it was laying between his and Andy's bodies, next to Andy's equally hard dick. It flexed violently in response to Andy's suggestion, causing them to both grin. Within less than a minute, as we watched, Andy had lubed Jeremy's dick, and spread his legs apart, drawing them upward. Smiling, Jeremy had repositioned himself slightly and gently pushed his penis through Andy's sphincter. "Mmmmm" Andy moaned, as Jeremy slid his cock all the way up inside him. The two smiled at one another then, and Jeremy began to slowly long-dick Andy. Grinning, Evan got up, picked up the tube of KY and greased his own cock. "Remember what I said last night about you becoming a 'middle'?" he asked Jeremy. Jeremy grinned and pulled himself almost all the way out of Andy, so his butt was sticking out behind him. He stopped in that position. "Climb aboard then!" he grinned at Evan. Evan grinned back at him, and got on the bed behind him. Once he was in position, he began to press the head of his greased hardon up against Jeremy's ass hole. "AAAAWWWW!!!" Jeremy groaned, his face contorting a little as Evan entered him. "You alright?" Evan asked, sounding worried and stopping with his dick only half way into Jeremy. "Oh yeah," Jeremy gasped. "Keep going!" Smiling, Evan slowly finished pushing himself all the way inside Jeremy. "Mmmmm..." Jeremy moaned. A few seconds later, Jeremy began fucking Andy again, and Evan began fucking him. Soon they were all moaning with pleasure, as Craig picked up the tube of KY and waggled his eyebrows at me. "Will you do me the pleasure?" he asked. "You have to ask?" I said. Grinning, Craig slathered some KY on my dick, then got into a position, so that he was straddling me. A moment later, his face registered a feeling of passion, as he closed his eyes, and gasped almost silently, as I felt his anus sliding down over my shaft. Breathing out through his mouth, the corners of which curled up into a tiny smile, he slowly sat down on my dick, until I was as far up inside him as I could possibly get. Craig sat there that way with an extremely aroused look on his face for several seconds, as he obviously enjoyed the feeling of being completely 'filled'. Finally, he opened his eyes and smiled at me, as he leaned forward, and began moving his hips up and down, so that my dick was sliding slowly in and out of him. It felt wonderful, and he obviously felt it did too. The five of us all became lost within our own pleasure then, as we all fucked one another. After a few minutes had gone by, Andy, who had been masturbating as Jeremy fucked him, was the first of us to cum. Gasping and moaning, as Jeremy continued pounding his cock in and out of him, Andy blew several loads of cum all over his torso. Just as his orgasm ended, Jeremy's began. As he was pumping Andy's rectum full of his love juice, Evan began filling his as well. I felt my own orgasm approaching quickly then. Just as I felt I was about to start cumming, Craig cried out, and I felt his boy cunt tighten around my cock, as he blew a wad of jism all over my chest. That was all I needed to send me over the edge. My own orgasm began then, and I began to blow cum deep up into Craig's bowels. Shortly, all of us had finished cumming. Jeremy was laying full out on top of Andy, who'd wrapped his arms around him. Evan was settled on top of Jeremy. And, Craig was lying on me, wrapped in my arms. "Damn!" Jeremy exclaimed. "That was awesome! You got a great prick Evan! And you sure know how to use it!" We all grinned. Then, we lay quietly for a couple minutes, recovering from our exertion, and enjoying the warm relaxed after-glow of our passion. * * * After a while, noticing the time, I suggested that we get up and get going, since there was only one shower down the hall. "Who wants to go first?" I asked, as we all crawled off each other and got up. Nobody seemed eager, so I grabbed Andy's hand and said, "C'mon, let's you and me go get clean!" Andy grinned as I grabbed a couple towels. "We'll be back soon," I said, and we quickly headed down the hall. "That was certainly a fun time!" Andy said, as we locked ourselves into the shower room. "Yes it was," I said. "I think you and I can have a bit more fun yet if you'd like though." "I assumed that was why you hurried me down here," Andy said, grinning again. I turned on the water then, and we started washing each other. When we were both clean, we spent a few minutes, taking turns pleasuring each other, each having another orgasm. Finally, we cleaned up, then turned off the shower, dried off and headed back to our room. When we opened the door, we weren't overly surprised to find Craig, Jeremy, and Evan having sex again. We were a little surprised at our timing though. The three were on the bed. Evan was on his hands and knees, Craig was behind him, and Jeremy was behind craig. They were sharing a three-way fuck, and were all in the throes of their orgasms, all at once, when we walked in. Quietly, we closed the door and watched our friends as they all experienced their ultimate pleasure. When they were finished, I chuckled and said ruefully, "gee thanks guys. I'm gettin' hard again already!" They were all surprised to see us, as they hadn't heard us come in. "Assholes!" Jeremy muttered, as they all blushed slightly. Everyone chuckled then. "So... is there room for three in that shower?" Craig asked. "Might be a little cramped, but it'll work I think," I said. "Cool! C'mon guys," Craig said, pushing Jeremy off him, and getting up himself. By the time the three of them got back from their shower, Andy and I were dressed and packed and ready to go. "We're gonna take our things down to the cars, and go get some breakfast," I said. "We'll meet you guys downstairs, OK?" "Sure!" Craig said. The others agreed. Andy and I picked up our bags and left then. As we approached the boys' room next to us, Pete popped his head out of his room. "Is the shower free yet?" he asked. "I think so," I said. "Finally!" he grumbled, stepping out into the hallway wearing a towel around his waist, which I couldn't help but notice, was tenting slightly in front of him. He was carrying a soap-on-a-rope and a tube of shampoo. "I really am not fond of this system of shared bathrooms and showers you have over here!" he said as he hustled by in the direction of the shower. We chuckled, and I told him we'd be downstairs in the pub. He called over his shoulder that he'd join us shortly, then he disappeared into the shower room. As I turned to knock on the boys' door, I saw Andy standing close to it, listening. He was grinning, and waggled his eyebrows at me. "They're having sex!" he whispered. Grinning, I listened too. It was quite obvious that at least the twins were both having orgasms. As we listened, Harry began groaning as well though, and finally Jacob's moans joined those of the others. Andy and I stood grinning at one another, waiting. Several seconds later, when all had gone quiet again, I rapped sharply on the door, and called into them to get showered and dressed, pack their bags and take them down to the cars, then come join us in the pub for breakfast. "'K," Jacob called. Andy and I headed downstairs then. * * * "They're still like that?" Pete asked, grinning, as he walked back into the guys' room a few minutes later. Mitchell grinned and nodded. Julian and Boner were both still sleeping in the bed they were sharing. When Mitchell and Pete had woken up earlier, they were surprised to find Julian snuggled up to Boner. What they'd found more surprising though was that Boner had his arm wrapped around Julian. Pete and Mitchell had chuckled about it, and Mitchell had even taken a picture of the sleeping boys. "This'll be worth something someday," He'd grinned, and Pete had nodded agreement. They didn't disturb their friends, and went about their business then. Pete had gone to shower, and Mitchell had packed his stuff. "Leave 'em," Pete said. "Go shower. I'm gonna get dressed and pack. We can wake 'em up when you're done showering." Mitchell nodded, then turned to face away from Pete and stripped off his boxers. He had a semihardon, and didn't want Pete to see it. Quickly he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. Then, he grabbed his soap, shampoo, and razor and set off for the shower. Pete smirked to himself after he was gone. He'd noticed Mitchell was tenting his boxers, and then his towel. He'd had a similar problem before he went to shower. He felt much more relaxed now though. He expected Mitchell would too when he returned. * * * "Holy shit!" Mitchell exclaimed, when he walked back in the room a few minutes later. Pete was sitting on the bed holding Mitchell's camera, smirking, as he watched Boner and Julian. Boner had rolled over, so he was facing Julian, and Julian had nuzzled his face up against Boner's chest. The two looked like a couple in love as they obliviously slept on. "I took another picture," Pete said, handing Mitchell the camera, and showing him the image in the viewer. As Mitchell looked at it, Pete glanced downward and noticed Mitchell's towel wasn't tenting anymore. "Thanks," Mitchell said. He set it down, then dropped the towel he'd been wearing, not caring anymore if Pete saw him naked, as he'd handled the problem of his semi-erection a few minutes earlier in the shower. Pete smiled to himself, at Mitchell's now relaxed state. Quickly, Mitchell dressed in the clothes that he'd laid out. "Guess we gotta wake 'em up now huh?" he said when he was dressed. "Yeah, I'm ready to leave. Are you too?" Pete asked. "Yeah, I packed while you showered. Let's wake them up, then go get some breakfast," Mitchell said. "Yeah, they need to get showered, and get moving," Pete said. A funny look crossed Mitchell's face, and he said, "Well, they'll have to wait for the shower. The twins were waiting to use it when I came out." He got a funny look on his face then and added, "... Oddly, they went in together!" "Really?" Pete asked, his eyebrows popping up in surprise. "Yeah," Mitchell said. "I mean I know they're brothers, but ..." "Well," Pete said. "Brothers do shower together sometimes." "Did you ever shower with your brother?" Mitchell asked, looking questioningly at Pete. Pete blushed. "Oh my God! You did?" Mitchell asked. "Well... I was little at the time!" Pete said defensively. "Yeah, but you told us your brother's gay. Did he try to do anything with you?" Mitchell asked, looking incredulous. "NO! He's not a perv!" Pete said, then he blushed darker. "I'm the one who got in with him. It was when I was little, and he had hair and I didn't. I was curious about his body. I didn't know anything about him being gay yet then. Hell I didn't even know what it meant to be gay yet then I don't think." Mitchell snickered and said, "So... did YOU try to do anything with HIM then?" "NO!" Pete glared at him. "Like I said. I was curious. I just wanted a good look at him naked. I wanted to know how I'd look when I got older, and what it felt like to hold-" Suddenly turning red in the face, Pete broke off, realizing he was telling more than he meant to. "AAahhhh!!!!" Mitchell cried in a hoarse whisper, trying not to wake Boner and Julian. "I KNEW IT! You grabbed his dick, didn't you???" He began laughing then as Pete's face turned darker red. Poor Pete looked miserable. "Alright! Relax! I'm just teasing you," Mitchell said. "I get it. All little kids wanta know what their bodies are gonna be like when they get bigger!" Pete relaxed visibly. Then he smiled slightly, gave a chuckle, and said, "I guess I shoulda realized then though that there was something different about him. He popped a boner!" "NO!" Mitchell burst out, and he started laughing again. "Whaa-?" Boner mumbled, starting to wake up. "What'd you do?" Mitchell whispered to Pete, as they both glanced at Boner and Julian. Smiling, Pete said, "I let go of it and just kinda gawked at it. I couldn't believe how big it was getting!" Mitchell laughed again. "What'd Danny do?" he asked. "Turned red, and threw me out of the shower!" Pete said, smiling. Mitchell chuckled, then he smiled and said, "So... you were little and curious when you showered with Danny, but... what do you think the twins are doing showering together? Aren't they old enough to be past the curious stage? Besides... I'm sure they see each other naked all the time, and neither's got anything the other doesn't have to be curious about!" "Twins... wha-?" Boner mumbled. His eyelids began to flutter open and he began stretching slightly. Pete and Mitchell grinned at one another and watched as Julian now began to wake up too. "What the fuck?" Boner muttered suddenly, when he realized he and Julian were snuggled up to one another. "Jesus!" he gasped, as he came fully awake, and realized he and Julian were in an actual intimate embrace. Pete and Mitchell both burst out laughing. Boner blushed profusely. "Aw Christ!" he said, prodding Julian, and pulling his arm from around him. "Come on man, get off me!" Julian had woken up too by then, enough to realize the position the two were in. He suddenly became wide awake and blushed deeply too, as he quickly rolled off Boner. "S-sorry. I was asleep!" he said, obviously very embarrassed. "Me too," Boner said. "Besides, I thought you were Cindy. I was dreaming about her." "Well, that explains that," Julian said. "Explains what?" Mitchell asked. Then, a moment later he realized what Julian must've been referring to, and he began laughing. "Yeah, well what were you dreaming about?" Boner retorted, causing Julian to go absolutely scarlet. Mitchell laughed harder, and Pete started to laugh then too. Boner and Julian looked at each other. Both were obviously very embarrassed. Both remained silent. "How long have you assholes been watching us?" Boner demanded, finally looking at Mitchell and Pete again. Pete and Mitchell both broke out laughing again. "Long enough to get proof!" Pete said, holding Mitchell's digital camera up. "Give me that!" Boner cried, realizing the two of them might really have taken pictures of him and Julian. "No way!" Pete laughed, and he bolted out the door as Boner leaped up to grab the camera. "Oh!" a chamber maid who happened to be passing their room cried in surprise as Pete burst out of the room and leaving the door hanging open, dashed away, while Boner flew up out of his bed, and pounced toward the door. Mitchell's eyes got huge, then he started roaring with laughter, as Boner stood in the doorway, wearing nothing but his boxers, and the young chamber maid stood gawking at his crotch. "SHIT!" Boner cried, sounding anguished, as he looked down and realized he was living up to his nick name, but that worse still, his erection was actually sticking fully out of the fly hole in his boxers. Mitchell saw a quick flash of the camera in the hallway, and heard Pete's uproarious laughter then. By the time Steve had slammed the door shut, and spun around, Mitchell was literally rolling on the floor howling with laughter, while Boner stood glaring at him, turning several shades of purple, with his now quickly shrinking hardon still sticking out of his boxers. When Julian saw Boner's condition, he forgot all about the compromising position he and Steve had been in a few minutes earlier, and he too burst out laughing. Poor Steve couldn't remember ever having been so embarrassed. As he stood staring at his friends as they laughed at him, his eyes stung with unbidden tears that began welling in them. Blinking them back, he finally reached down and put his shrinking member back inside his shorts. Realizing Boner was really upset, Julian took pity on him and forced himself to stop laughing. "C'mon Steve," he said. "We're really not laughing at you. It's just it was really funny. Could've happened to any of us!" "But it didn't!" Boner snapped, still upset. "It happened to me! And I'm gonna be even more embarrassed if she's out in the hallway later when I have to go out there again!" Mitchell, whose laughter was just dying down, lapsed into more piels of hysteria then. Smiling and trying not to laugh again himself, Julian said, "It's OK. We're leaving here in a while and you won't ever have to see her again." Realizing there was nothing he could do about it, Boner turned and started to get some clothes out. "I'm going to shower!" he said, crossly, a moment later, as Julian sat watching him, and Mitchell was finally picking himself up off the floor. Boner pulled his jeans on over his boxers, and grabbed a towel and his shower supplies. Then he opened the door a crack and peered out into the hallway. As Mitchell burst into laughter again, Boner turned and glared at him. Then he opened the door, stepped out into the hallway, and slammed the door shut, and stalked off down the hallway. * * * When Boner reached the shower room, it was closed and locked from the inside. "Great!" he muttered to himself, turning and leaning against the wall. "Fuckin' Brits can't have private facilities!" he grumbled, as he stood waiting. After a couple minutes, he banged on the door. "Just a minute," he heard one of the twins yell. "It's me! Hurry up!" Boner complained. "Coming!" the boy replied. Just then, the chambermaid rounded the corner and headed in Steve's direction. Turning scarlet, all poor Boner wished was that he could just sink through the floor boards. "C'mon!" he groaned softly to himself, wishing John or Scott would hurry up. It wasn't to be though. A moment later, the chambermaid walked abreast of him. She paused a moment in front of him and smiled at him. Her eyes traveled down to Steve's crotch. As his face turned maroon, she looked up at his face and smiled and winked. "HOLY SHIT!" he thought to himself incredulously. "She's coming on to me!" Instantly, Boner looked down at the floor. "I could help you with the problem you were having, when the shower is vacant!" the chambermaid murmured. Suddenly, Steve was a bundle of mixed emotions. Not only was he embarrassed beyond belief, but he suddenly felt his dick beginning to swell again. It had been several days since he'd last had sex, other than with himself, and he was so horny because of that, that he wanted nothing more than to rip the girl's dress up and take her right there on the hallway floor, but of course he couldn't.... then too, he was horrified that he was even having such thoughts! Afterall, he was engaged - sort of - to Cindy! Suddenly, as his hardon strained against the front of his pants, all he could think was how much he wished that Cindy was there with him. "uh..." he said finally, glancing up quickly at her. "I'm engaged. Sorry." Just then, the shower room door opened, and both twins emerged, their hair dripping a little yet. Although Boner hadn't expected both of them to be showering together, he was aware of their closeness, so he wasn't as surprised as the chamber maid was, when they emerged together from the single shower room. As the twins blushed and scampered off toward their room, she said "See? They were showering together. We could do the same thing, and I could help you with your BIIGGG problem!" Boner was nearly beside himself with embarrassment, and confusion. As much as he was hard as a rock over her, he just wished she'd leave. He wasn't the type of guy who'd cheat on Cindy. Suddenly, a light bulb went off in his brain though. He knew perfectly well how to get rid of the chamber maid. "Um... this might come as a shock to you, but we're a group of gay guys!" he said. "We're all gay. I'm gay too. So... it wouldn't work. Sorry!" With that, Boner dashed into the shower room, and bolted the door shut behind him, leaving the bewildered girl staring at the closed door. "Shit! What a fucking weird morning!" Boner thought, as he took off his jeans. As he stood up after pulling his pants off over his feet, his dick created a serious tent in his boxers. Quickly he pulled his underwear off too, releasing his pecker, which then stood straight out from his body, pulsating with every beat of his heart. Staring down at it, he reached down and wrapped his hand around it and gave it a squeeze, which only made him feel hornier. Quickly Steve turned on the water, stepped into the shower, and got wet, then he pushed the shower head so the spray was hitting the wall, instead of getting him wet yet, and he soaped up all over. As he washed his hair, he reviewed the morning's events thus far. So much had already happened in the few minutes he'd been awake! First, he'd woken up with Julian laying in his arms. "What the hell was that all about?" he thought to himself. Then, still thinking about it, he became confused and mildly appalled as he realized that at the time, he'd actually enjoyed the feeling of Julian's warm, nearly naked body molded against his own body. He was completely shocked, a moment later, when as he recalled feeling Julian's hardon pressing up against him, his dick flexed involuntarily. Soon, his horniness pushed his confusion over his conflicting emotions from his mind. All he could feel was an all consuming, burning desire within himself to get off. He gave into his feelings then and soaped his hands up good. Then, he took his dick in one hand and his scrotum in the other and began slathering them with soap. As he looked down and watched as his hand began to glide up and down his slick rod, the memory of bursting into the hallway, and being seen by the chamber maid flashed into his mind. Suddenly, feeling embarrassed all over again, he felt his dick begin to shrink. Then, he recalled the girl's proposition though, and he felt his blood flowing back into his member, causing it to burgeon again. As he remembered the look on her face, and the way the tip of her tongue glistened as she sensually licked her red full lips, his cock surged to complete fullness and rigidity again. Boner smiled to himself then. And unable to stand his frustration any longer, he began slamming his hand up and down his dick, while with the other, he massaged his testicles, in the soap-slicked sack. Less than a minute later, he groaned and, still beating off wildly, he blew the biggest load of cum he ever remembered shooting all over the tiled wall. "AAAAAAAWWW!" he cried out, not caring anymore if anyone heard him. "mmmmmmm!!!" he moaned a second later, as he spasmed again. "Oh God!" he gasped, blowing still another load. "Fuck!" he groaned, opening his eyes again, and feeling a little awed by the power of his orgasm, as now it finally began to wane. A moment later, after Boner had oozed the last of his cum, he stopped sliding his hand up and down his dick and let go of his balls. Slowly, his dick began to shrink again, and as he relaxed, the tension drained from his body. Smiling to himself, he readjusted the spray of the shower so that it would wash the cum he'd blown on the wall, down the drain. Then, he retrained the spiget so that the water flowed over him, and rinsed him completely. A couple minutes later, dried, wearing his jeans again, and feeling much more relaxed, Boner headed for his room. When he got there, only Julian was left. Pete and Mitchell had gotten their things and were gone. Julian had packed, but still only had his boxers on. Boner noticed there was a slight bulge in front of them. Julian tinged pink when he saw Boner glancing at him down there. "Shower's free!" Boner said, blushing a little himself. But then he smiled shyly and blushing a bit deeper said, "It'll help you get rid of that!" "Great!" Julian said, turning redder in the face, and quickly grabbing his shower supplies. "Um... I'm sorry about this morning in bed." "Don't worry about it. We were both asleep," Boner replied. "Thanks," Julian said, looking gratefully at him. "No problem," Boner said. Julian left for the shower room then. A couple minutes later, as he stood in the shower, rubbing his body all over with his bar of soap, his penis, which had become fully hard, and was sticking upward and to the left, danced around slightly, as he moved about. Smiling to himself, Julian rubbed soap all over his dick and balls, and reached far between his legs, sliding the bar of soap between his ass cheeks. Then, when he was all soapy, he set the bar of soap down, grasped his penis in his right hand, and began jerking off, as his left hand explored his testicles, and every so often dipped between his ass cheeks to tickle his anus. "Finally..." Julian thought, smiling to himself. He focused then on his favorite masturbatory fantasy and began jacking off in earnest. A couple of minutes later, breathing deeply and moaning softly, all the tension drained from Julian's body, as if he were blowing it out of his dick with each ejaculation of cum. Shortly, a clean, dry, and relaxed Julian emerged from the shower, and headed back to his room. * * * Andy and I were the only ones down in the pub when Pete and Mitchell showed up. They were both grinning stupidly. "What's so funny?" Andy asked. "This!" Mitchell chortled, holding out his digital camera to show us the images he'd taken of Boner and Julian in bed together. "Oh my God!" I said, breaking into a grin. "Oh!" Andy cooed. "They look adorable!" Pete and Mitchell roared with laughter, and Andy and I joined in. "Oh wait!" Mitchell cried. "It gets better!" Then he and Pete told us how Pete had bolted out the door with the camera, after Boner had woken up and realized he'd taken pictures of them. Between uncontrollable bursts of laughter, together they related then how Boner had leaped up to follow Pete, only to find the chamber maid staring at him as he burst out the door - clad only in his boxers. We were all roaring then, but Mitchell, who was wiping tears from his eyes said, "WAIT! B-boner had a boner-" He started laughing again, and couldn't finish. Andy and I got hysterical too, imaging Steve's certain embarrassment over his hardon, not realizing there was more to it. "That's not all! It was sticking right out the fly of his boxers!" Pete finished the story, before he collapsed in a heap of laughter on the table. "WHAT?" Andy and I both cried, incredulously. Pete pushed the camera in front of us and flicked a button, yet another image appeared. It was kind of dark, and was taken from a distance, but there stood Boner in his boxers, and his dick was clearly poking out of them pointing directly at the chamber maid. The four of us laughed hysterically then. When we finally calmed down, I was glad there weren't any other patrons in the place, because we'd laughed so uproariously. A few minutes later, after we'd fully recovered, we placed our orders for breakfast. I asked then, if Pete and Mitchell knew if anyone else was showered and packed yet. "Well, Boner and Julian are getting done," Pete said. "And I saw the twins going into the shower when I came out," Mitchell said. "Which reminds me... um... I don't know quite how to put this, but... they were going into the shower together! Uh... you were in it. There's really not room for anyone to stand and wait for the other to finish. So..." I looked at Mitchell for a minute, then said, "And....????" "Well..." he said. "That means they were in that tiny little stall - together!" "OK," I said. "And...????" Mitchell looked a little uncomfortable, but continued, "Well... guys don't usually shower together in that close quarters unless... you know!" "Yes, John and I do know!" Andy said, smiling sweetly and winking at Mitchell. "Please!" Mitchell said. "I'm about to eat breakfast. Don't give me indigestion!" We all chuckled, but Mitchell turned serious again. "I just thought maybe you'd want to know is all," he said. "OK," I said. "Thanks." He looked at me somewhat surprised. Apparently he wasn't satisfied by my lack of further explanation, or lack of surprise. "Um... you don't really seem surprised," he said, looking curiously at me. I looked at Mitchell a minute, then said, "They're brothers! Twins in fact! Brothers, especially if they're the twins' age, and even more so if they're twins, do most everything together. So ... as long as they look clean when they get here, I don't have a problem with it. Besides... We don't know what they were doing together, or separately in the shower. It could just be they're skittish about going down the hall alone, and went together!" "Oh!" Mitchell said. "You have a point there. That hallway is a little dark and creepy." All four boys walked into the pub just then. I smiled to myself as I saw Mitchell surreptitiously looking the twins over, I suspected, to see if they looked clean. They looked squeaky clean to me! Eventually, everyone, but Boner and Julian had arrived in the pub. Pete and Mitchell had taken great pleasure in re-telling the story of the goings on in their room and the hallway earlier, and showing everyone the pictures. As Boner and Julian finally walked in, Mitchell quickly shoved his camera in his pocket. Alerted by the fact that everyone was so quiet, and trying so hard to make things seem normal, Steve blushed deeply. Looking upset, he stared at Mitchell and Pete and said, "You told them didn't you?" Mitchell couldn't contain himself and burst into laughter, which in turn caused Pete to start roaring too. The twins and Jacob & Harry all joined in then, as did Craig & Jeremy. Andy and I tried not to laugh, but couldn't help ourselves and chuckled as well. Then, everyone laughed harder still when Andy told Steve and Julian he thought they looked adorable snuggling in bed together. "Although you must try to be careful of how you're dressed, especially under certain conditions, when you open your hotel door from now on!" he added. Everyone laughed hysterically then, except for poor Steve, who still looked mortified. "Oh come on," I said, standing up. I went over to him then and wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled over to the table. "It's not like similar things haven't happened to all of us," I said. "You and Jewels were asleep when you ended up in each other's arms. And it's normal to chase someone who's photographed you in such a position. Of course, it would've been better if you were dressed, as Andy pointed out." "Or at least if you'd made sure you weren't sticking out!" Craig laughed. Boner looked embarrassed again. "It's not like we haven't seen you boned before Bone!" I said. "Yeah!" Pete said, "You're always flashing it at us!" "I'm really not trying to make fun of you Boner," Mitch said. "If you think about it, it's really funny though. Pretend it was me it happened to, and think about it!" Boner looked at him. A few seconds later, I saw a hint of a smile form on his lips. "OK," he said. "I guess you should hear the rest of the story then!" Everyone looked at him a little confused. He told us then about how the chamber maid had come along while he was waiting for the twins to finish in the shower room, and about her proposition! We were all incredulous upon hearing the story, but then as we thought about it, we began to roar with laughter again. I thought Mitchell was going to piss his pants he was laughing so much! Even Boner finally chuckled along with us after a while. * * * Eventually, we all got our food and ate. When we finished, we ran up and walked through our rooms to see if we'd forgotten anything. Then we went back down to the pub, checked out and settled up with the pub owner, who offered to have us come back to play again anytime. As we were leaving, the chamber maid, walked into the room. Boner immediately turned red in the face. As we watched, fighting the urge to laugh, she winked at Boner and waved shyly to him. Absolutely scarlet by then, Boner smiled awkwardly and gave her a quick wave, before he raced out the door. The rest of us barged out of the pub behind him, and I'm sure the owner and the chamber maid heard us all burst into uproarious laughter as soon as the door shut behind us. After our laughing had abated, we finally all headed to our cars, smiling and chuckling about the Chamber maid's infatuation with Boner. "Andy!" I said. "How about you drive with me?" "Brilliant!" Andy cried, grinning. "Put your 'L plates' on. We're driving legal today," I said. "Excuse me?" Boner said, raising his eyebrows. Evan and I exchanged grins. "Well... Because Andy's only on the equivalent of a learner's permit, he's not really allowed to drive on main highways," I explained. "But... yesterday, and the day before.... he-" Boner said, stopping short and his eyes getting large. Chuckling, I said, "Yeah. Well, he wasn't legal then. See... Evan and I think he needs to learn to drive on highways even though UK laws don't permit it, so we usually let him. We don't put the 'L plates' on the car when we're letting him drive illegally of course. No need to advertise we're being illegal. But... today, since the first bit of our journey will be on back roads, we'll be legal about it!" "Christ!" Boner burst out. "So if he had got stopped or had a wreck???" "Don't get your shorts in a dither," I said. "You saw how good he drives!" "Still..." Boner said, with a slightly haunted look in his eyes. "Oh Bugger! If they didn't think I could do it, John would never allow it!" Andy snapped at Boner. "Can we get going now?" We all laughed then, and even Boner smiled benevolently at Andy and patted him on the shoulder. "OK," I said. "Everyone follow us!" * * * With Andy at the wheel, and me navigating, we headed off. It didn't take very long really, before we reached our first destination. Chillingham Castle! Chillingham Castle was reputedly one of the most haunted ruins in Great Britain. When the boys had heard we were going to be near enough to it to stop and see it, they'd begged me to fit it into the itinerary. After our disappointment over Alnwick not being what we'd expected, I hoped this castle wasn't a disappointment as well. It was therefore, that I felt dubious as we set off on the self-guided tour. A while later, when we'd finished seeing (what was left of) the castle, I was glad we'd stopped. The boys were exuberant over it. It had been very thrilling for them! We older guys had enjoyed very much too! As we headed back to our cars, the boy's argued good naturedly over which room we visited they thought was spookiest. Jacob thought the Prince's room was eery, while Harry thought the dungeon was worst. John was most scared by the chapel, and Scott was certain the burial chamber was haunted, and that a ghost had touched him. When we got back to the cars, Andy wanted to drive again, but since we were heading back onto the motorway into Edinburgh, I thought it best if he didn't drive. I wasn't sure how the traffic would be as we neared one of Scotland's biggest and busiest cities. "It can't be worse than London!" Andy whined. "Probably not, but you're used to London, and you've never driven into Edinburgh, so let's not take a chance!" I said. Andy wasn't happy with my decision, and stood off to the side grumbling, as Boner, Pete, Evan and I looked over the road map. When we went to get in the cars, Evan winked at me and asked Andy to join him. Since he was still a little miffed at me, Andy accepted, so Julian, who'd been riding shotgun with Evan, traded places with him. The twins decided they wanted to ride with Evan and Andy, and asked Jacob and Harry if they'd trade spots with them, which they agreed to. With our seating decided upon, we all clambored into the cars, and took off for Edinburgh. The distance to Edinburgh wasn't actually very far, and we expected to arrive well before lunchtime. It really didn't take much longer than we expected, but it wasn't an uneventful trip. No sooner had we entered the highway, when I heard a police siren coming behind us. As I moved to the left lane, Jacob and Harry looked behind us. "I think he's after us!" Harry said. "Why?" I asked nobody in particular, glancing at the speedometer. "I didn't even have a chance to speed yet!" I pulled over onto the shoulder, and sure enough, the police car stopped too. The other guys all stared at us with concern, but kept on going past us. About a quarter mile ahead, I saw them pull over to wait. I lowered the car window, as the cop approached. He asked for my license then, and seemed surprised when I produced my New Jersey license. He looked it over, then looking confused went back to his car. In the rearview, I saw him talking on his radio. When he came back a few minutes later, he handed me my license, then asked why I had 'L plates' on my vehicle. "OH!" I cried. Then I smiled sheepishly. "Um... I forgot to take them off! My friend, who's only got his provisional license was driving earlier, but when we came onto the motorway, he couldn't drive. I forgot to remove them. I'm sorry!" The cop didn't look amused. He stared at me for a moment, then looked at Julian. I expect he thought Julian was the learner I was talking about. He didn't speak to him though. Finally, he stepped in front and back of the car and removed the 'L plates', then returned to my window and handed them to me. "Make sure you don't forget in the future!" he said. He bid us a good day, then returned to his car and took off. "Phew!" I said. "I've been wondering what would happen if I ever got stopped, and only had my US driver's license." "He sure had a puss on," Julian said, as I pulled back onto the highway. My cell phone rang, as we passed the other guys. It was Andy, who had borrowed Evan's mobile phone. They wanted to know what happened. When I told him, he went quiet. "I guess it's a good thing I wasn't driving then," He said finally. "We'd probably have forgotten to take the plates off, and I'd have been caught!" I chuckled and said, "yeah, but everything turned out OK." We hung up and all drove on. We hadn't been driving more than five minutes, when suddenly we ended up stopped because of something blocking the road up ahead. It turned out to be a minor accident. Twenty minutes later, we were delayed by road work! Eventually, we finally arrived in Edinburgh! * * * As Julian read the maps and directions I'd given him, I continued driving deeper into the heart of the city proper - the 'Old Town'. Within a half hour, we'd located our hotel. "Nice!" Julian commented, looking out the window at it. I'd booked us rooms at the Balmoral Hotel on Princes Street. It was a bit pricey, but we weren't staying too long, and I was afraid, that we wouldn't have been able to find a smaller, more inexpensive place that could accommodate all of us. Apparently, there was some festival or something going on in town while we were there. "Well... we'll be a little more comfortable here," I said. "Each room has its own facilities!" "Cool!" Julian said. Grinning, he added "Boner'll sure be happy about that!" We all chuckled, as I parked the car. The guys all liked the hotel, and were happy with our reservations. I'd booked separate double rooms for: Pete and Mitchell, Craig & Jeremy, and Boner and Julian. Then, I'd also gotten two quad rooms with a connecting door between them. I put the four boys in one, and Andy, Evan and I took the other. Everyone seemed pleased. After we'd dropped our bags in our rooms, and each used the bathroom, I suggested we go see Edinburgh Castle before lunch, as I'd been told that it was closing early for some festival that was going on that night. "It's hardly 'some festival' John!" Andy reprimanded me, with a stern look. "It's the Edinburgh Tattoo!" "They're having a tattoo festival?" Scott asked, grinning. "Can we get tattooes like John has?" "It's not THAT kind of tattoo," Andy explained. "It's a military parade and demonstration, where they have massed pipe and drum bands. It's really rather awesome! I thought it would be going on while we were here, but I knew it would be impossible to get tickets to it this late, so I didn't bother to suggest it. I wish we could've gotten tickets though! I think you'd all have enjoyed it!" "Oh," Scott said, sounding much less excited. Julian however was interested. "I've seen that on PBS," he said. "It's cool! Too bad we can't go!" "Well, we won't get to see the castle at all if we don't go now," I said. With that, we took off and went to see the castle, which was a hulking stone ediface on the top of an escarpment toward the east end of the city. Everyone was impressed with the castle, and glad we went to see it. Before we left, we stopped in the gift shop. "AHA!" I cried, as I spied a display of snowglobes. "Oh!" Andy said, as he saw me hoist one up. It had the castle in it atop the escarpment, and the park with its flower gardens in it, that lies at the foot of the escarpment. I was happy to see it was a music box as well. When I wound it up, it played "Scotland the Brave". "How beautiful," Andy exclaimed, gazing into it, after I handed it to him. "It'll be a fine addition to your collection," I said. "I'm getting an awful lot of these, aren't I?" he asked, looking guiltily at me. I grinned and said, "nonsense! I'll build more shelves in the den if we run out of room." Andy smiled, and wound it up again, then shook it and watched as the tiny pieces of fake snow inside it floated down on the castle and gardens while "Scotland the Brave" played. While Andy was busy looking it over, I paid the lady behind the counter for it. When we'd all finished browsing through the gift shop, the twins asked if we could find a place to eat. Both of them were "starving to death!" Chuckling, I smiled and told them I agreed it was lunchtime. * * * Since we weren't that far from our hotel, we decided to drive back there, drop our purchases in our rooms, and use the bathroom, before looking for somewhere to eat. As Boner was ready before the rest of us, he sat in our room and perused a brochure on eateries in the area, while he waited for the rest of us. "How about we try this 'Deacon Brodie's' Pub?" he asked. "It's supposed to be very Scottish and historical! And we can walk there from here. And, it's only a block or so from the bar we're playing at!" Everyone agreed that sounded good, so we set out walking toward Lawnmarket, where it was located. When we arrived, we had to wait a few minutes for a couple of tables to be shoved together so they were large enough to hold all of us. When the waiter arrived at our table to take our order, Craig asked what kind of typical Scottish meals they served. The waiter said that if we wanted to try something especially indigenous to the area, that we should try the Haggis, and that they were prepared very nicely at Deacon Brodies. Andy started to snicker when we asked what Haggis was. Once we heard what it was made of, we decided to stick with more conventional fare. What we ate was very good. * * * After we ate, we decided to check in at The Liquid Room, the bar George's cousin owned, where we would be playing the following evening. I think we were all expecting something on par with the Bell & Crown. We were all shocked and surprised when we walked into the Liquid Room, which was only a couple blocks away from Deacon Brodies. "Oh Shit!" Mitchell said, as we walked in and saw the size of the place. The Liquid Room was nothing like the quaint pubs we were used to. It was instead, like a large modern bar in a big city in the States. There was a big stage at one end, and lots of little tables and chairs scattered all over, between it and the massive bar we were facing. "What'd we get ourselves into?" Craig asked, his eyes large as he stared around the place. "Can I help you lads?" a young man in a suit asked, walking up to us. "Yes," I said. I told him who we were, and why we were there. "Excellent!" he said. "I'm Philip - George's cousin. Welcome to my establishment!" Knowing George as well as we did, we were all shocked by how different his cousin was. While George was older, on the chubby side, and folksy, Philip was younger, slender, well dressed, and exuded an air of educated confidence - completely George's opposite. Like George though, he was quite warm and friendly. We all smiled and shook hands with Philip. The boys were all pleased when Philip treated them as if they were part of the band too, and greeted them, just as he greeted us. Philip showed us around then, and explained what he wanted us to do. Basically, we were to play four 45 minute sets. We all looked at one another a little nervously. We had been expecting to only have to play three sets! When he saw us looking around a little dubiously, he said, "I know the Liquid Room's a bit larger place than you're used to. George assures me though that you're brilliant! I heard you over the telephone, and agree with him. So, don't worry about a thing. Just play your best!" "Hey!" Scott cried, interrupting. "Andy! It's that tattoo thing you were talking about!" We all looked at the large screen TV over the bar that Scott was pointing at. There was an advertisement for the Edinburgh Tattoo, playing. "OH!" Philip cried, reaching into his pocket. "I almost forgot. Thank goodness the lad saw that advertisement, or I'd never have remembered! I have tickets to the Tattoo for all of you!" "You do?" Boner asked, registering surprise. "Really?" Andy cried, excitedly, his eyes lighting up. "Yes! George called me when it was sure you were coming, and asked me to get you the tickets. He thought it was something you should all see! And, since I have a few friends in the right places, I was able to procure them for you. There are 13 of you, correct?" Philip said, suddenly looking worried. "Uh... yeah," I said, surprised. "Brilliant!" he cried, smiling again. "Here you go then. I'm sorry for the short notice. They're for tonight's performance. You didn't have other plans already I hope?" he said, suddenly looking apprehensive again as he handed the tickets to me. "No," I said, still surprised. "This is great!" Philip smiled warmly then and told us he hoped we'd enjoy ourselves. The guys were all grinning - especially Andy. We thanked Philip very much. He excused himself then saying he had other things to attend to, and that he'd see us the next night. We thanked him again for everything and left. "Can you believe it?" Andy gushed when we were out on the street. "We're going to the tattoo!" "I didn't realize you would be so interested in it," I said. "But, yes, I'm excited about going too." "Oh, you'll all love it!" he said, his eyes sparkling. "Have you been to it before Andy?" Julian asked. "Oh, Yes!" Andy replied, his eyes sparkling. "It's really quite impressive! I raised my eyebrows, and turned toward him. "Really?" I asked. "Yes!" Andy said, suddenly looking nostalgic. "My grandda - my da's da used to take to it! Anyway, you'll like it very much I'm sure!" I was a little surprised at Andy mentioning his grandfather. it was the first I'd ever heard him talk about his extended family. I wanted to ask him more about them, but by then, everyone was talking about the tattoo. They all thought it sounded like fun. * * * "So what're we gonna do now?" Jacob asked, when there was a lull in the conversation. "Can we check out some of the shops?" John asked. Everyone looked at me. "Fine with me, but what do the rest of you guys want to do?" I asked. Everyone seemed interested in doing a little souvenir shopping, so we headed off down the street, since it seemed to have some shops on it. We visited a few shops, each of us picking up a few souvenirs. A short time later, we were in a rather upscale shop, looking around for gifts for Grandma, Elizabeth, and a couple of the guy's moms. "Wow! They even sell bag pipes!" Scott said, walking over to a display. The clerk bustled over and asked if Scott would like to try them out. "oh... I don't know anything about them. I might break them. Thanks anyway," he said. The clerk smiled, openly pleased that Scott was so conscientious about being careful. He asked then if anyone else wanted to try them. Pete, whose forte' was wind instruments looked like he was going to step forward, but before he could, Andy, who oddly looked ready to start drooling over a set of bagpipes he'd been investigating with uncharacteristic interest in a musical instrument, asked if he might try the set he was looking at. "Excuse me?" I said, dumbfounded. I lowered my gaze and turned to stare at Andy. He ignored me. The clerk smiled and picked up the set of bag pipes Andy was looking at. "Certainly sir!" he said, and handed Andy the bag pipes. "Oh, this oughta be good," Boner drawled, grinning, as Andy took the pipes from the clerk. We all watched then as Andy quickly and expertly arranged the instrument so that the pipes were leaning on his left shoulder, and the bag was under his left arm. He put one tube to his lips and blew into it inflating the bag, then he hefted the whole instrument up, grasped the tube with the finger holes, blew again into the pipe he was clenching between his lips and began playing "Amazing Grace" absolutely beautifully, as if he'd been born playing the pipes. I was sure my mouth was on the floor as I watched in utter amazement as Andy expertly played the bag pipes. Boner's jaw had dropped too. I'm sure everyone else was just as astonished as we were. When Andy finished, there was stunned silence from our group. Then, Boner muttered, "I'll be a son-of-a-bitch!" "ANDY????" I choked, staring at him incredulously. Andy grinned and blushed profusely. The clerk looked confused by our astonished and confused expressions. Choosing to ignore us though, he asked Andy if he'd like to play another tune. Smiling, Andy nodded, then he hefted the instrument up again, and to our continued amazement played "Scotland the Brave"! When he finished, we were all still staring at him, completely stunned. "YOU PLAY THE BAGPIPES????" I asked incredulously, finally. Andy blushed and nodded shyly. "How come you never told me?" I demanded. "Because, I knew what would happen if I did," he said. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Oh, nothing. Just forget it please!" he said. He turned then to the clerk and carefully handed the set of bag pipes back to him and thanked him, telling him they were a beautiful set. "Andy! Do you own a set of bagpipes?" I asked, as everyone was still looking at him. "No," he said. "How did you learn to play then?" I asked, still in shock over it. Andy looked uncomfortable. Finally, he said, "My granda gave me a set a long time ago. He taught me to play too." "Why'd you stop?" Julian asked. "Yeah, you're great!" Pete said, grinning at him. "Thank you Legs," Andy said. He looked a little agitated then, and didn't say anything else. "What happened to your pipes Andy?" I asked, realizing there was more to the story. Andy appeared to squirm slightly under my careful scrutiny. Finally, he said, "They were missing when I went home to get my stuff the day my father shot you!" The clerk's eyes widened suddenly upon hearing that. He quickly busied himself setting the bagpipes back on their display rack. Everyone was quiet, as Andy looked at me with a mixture of sadness and apprehension on his face. "So... you played right up til you left home, and haven't since?" I asked. Andy just looked at me apprehensively. "Well?" I said. "Yes," he said finally. "And you didn't mention this because?" I said. "Because I knew you'd want me to play for you, and I didn't have any pipes to play anymore!" he said. "Well, we can fix that right now!" I announced. "Don't bother to put those pipes away sir. We'll take them!" The clerk's eyes lit up and his smile reappeared. "NO!" Andy cried, and the clerk's smile dissipated. "This is exactly what I knew would happen if you knew I played! John, they're too expensive! I don't want you to spend that kind of money on me!" I ignored Andy and started asking the clerk questions then about what we needed to buy in order to fully outfit Andy. The clerk's smile reappeared. Andy stood by, protesting whenever he could get a word in edgewise. The clerk began looking very confused then, until I told him to just ignore Andy, and broke out my credit card. He beamed then and ignored Andy's continued protests from then on, hurriedly packing up everything we needed, I expect, hoping I'd pay for them before Andy talked me out of it. Finally, I told Andy to shut up and decide what set of pipes he wanted or I'd just get the most expensive ones in the store! "NO!" Andy nearly shrieked in a high-pitched, horrified tone. Everyone was chuckling by then, even the clerk. "Give it up Whizzer!" Boner drawled. "You know you're gettin' 'em!" Exasperated, Andy finally gave in and told the clerk that the set he'd tried out would be nice. I asked the clerk if they were really a good set of equipment. He said even though they weren't the most expensive set, they weren't the cheapest either, and that they were really quite good ones. "Good!" Boner piped up, "Because we're in a band and we only buy good equipment!" "Oh? What band?" the clerk asked. Boner told him and Mitchell mentioned we'd be playing at the Liquid Room the next evening. "Really?" the clerk asked. "Yeah," a couple of the guys said, grinning. "You should come!" Jacob added. "I might do that!" the clerk said. Just then John walked over with a tartan scarf in his hands. It was made of red, green, light blue, and white stripes interwoven into a distinct plaid design. "Hey Andy! Look - this has your name on it!" he said. "It has a few other spellings of your name too though." "Aye, that's one of my family's tartan!" Andy said, looking at the scarf and smiling nostalgically. "Aye?" I muttered, raising my eyebrows and looking at Andy. "Sorry! I tend to lapse into a Scottish speach pattern when I think about my heritage," he said. "That's right! You are Scottish, aren't you?" Julian asked. "Yes," Andy said. "My family is part of Clan MacDougall - spelled M-a-c-D-o-u-g-a-l-l. Somewhere along the way, my branch changed the spelling of the name... it's rumored they did that to avoid getting caught by the law for something dastardly one of them did!" "What'd they do?" Scott asked, immediately interested. Andy grinned and said, "It's a family secret! I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you!" Both the twins' eyes got big, until they realized Andy was teasing them. "Asshole," Scott muttered, causing a couple of the guys to break out laughing. "Watch your mouth!" I said, throwing him a pointed look. Scott's grin faded and he quickly assumed a pseudo-meek stance, bringing a few more chuckles from the guys. "So where in Scotland is your family from Andy?" Pete. "Well..." Andy said. He hesitated a moment, then launched into an abreviated history of his family. "I'm a direct descendant of Somerled, who ruled the western part of Scotland, when it was actually a part of Norway!" Andy said. "I won't go into this deeply, but he had a son Dougall, from whence my family name came. At one time, the MacDougall's owned 1/3 of Scotland! For the most part, they lived in Oban, in the Argyll and Bute Region, on the west coast, northwest of Glasgow. There are a couple of castles there that were our's. One - Dunollie is in ruins now. It was built by Ewan MacDougall, hundreds of years ago. The family lost it to Robert the Bruce. You've heard of him, I'm sure! John Stewart did give it back some time later. Then the Marquis of Argyll captured it from us. Again we got it back in the 1660's. But in the mid 1700's we abandoned it after it was destroyed in the Civil War - that would be OUR Civil War - not your's. At that time, one of my ancestors built Dunollie House down the hill from it. Anyway, Clan MacDougall is very large, with several branches, and even various spellings of the name, such as the spelling of my name. We're all related somehow though!" "Wow!" John said. "I had no idea you knew so much about your history," I said. "Do you have any relatives up here that you know yet?" Craig asked. "Not in Oban anymore that I know of," Andy said. "Actually, I'm not sure when, but my Da's family moved east, to St. Andrew's, which is a village on the east coast, just a bit northeast of here. The only relative I know of who is probably still living is my mum's auntie. She had a house there. We used to visit her often. I loved those trips!" "What's her name?" I asked. "Doreen," Andy said. "And she's NOT a MacDoogle?" I asked. "No, her surname is Lisle. She's my Mum's auntie, not my Da's," Andy said. "So, she's not a part of the clan." "Interesting," I muttered. "Very!" Boner said, smiling, and looking at me curiously. "I think we've got your order ready," the clerk said, walking back over to us. "Not quite," I said. Everyone looked at me. "You still have to fit Andy out in a full set of Kilts for Clan MacDougall, and all the trimmings that go with it!" I said. "WHAT?" Andy cried, his eyes bugging out and a horrified expression clouding his face. "NO JOHN! I WON'T HAVE IT!" I lowered my eyelids and just stared at him. "I said NO!" he snarled, glaring back at me, angrily. "You have to have an outfit to wear when you play your pipes! And you're a part of the MacDougall clan! So you should have a set of your clan's kilts!" I said. I turned to the clerk and said, "Please help Andy get a nice set of MacDougall Kilts, and all the stuff that goes with it! I want him completely decked out!" Exasperated, Andy looked at me and opened his mouth to complain some more, but Boner cut him off. "Oh give it up Whiz! Don't you know Horse well enough by now?" Boner said, chuckling. "Once he makes up his mind about something, there's no going back! He becomes a complete pain in the ass until you do what he wants!" "Asshole!" I muttered, glaring at Boner, and everyone but Andy started to laugh. "Besides, think of the fun you two can have when you dress up in your skirt!" Jeremy crowed. Everyone laughed again. Andy blushed profusely though when the clerk looked curiously at him. "He'll take a set of kilts," I said. "Very good sir!" the clerk said. Then he looked at Andy and said, "If you'll follow me please Sir!" Andy looked at me plaintively one last time, but I spun him around and shoved him in the direction the clerk was walking. "Oh fine!" he sighed and trudged off after him, as I grinned. Twenty minutes later, Andy reappeared, resplendent in a Clan MacDougall kilt, white frilly shirt, vest, tie, jacket, hat with the pompom and ribbons on it, shoes and socks, and all the traditional adornments that accompanied the outfit. "WOW!" I whistled, grinning at him. He looked fantastic. Everyone was dumbstruck when they saw the transformed Andy. "Hey!" John said. "That's not the same as this! You got the wrong one Andy!" He was still holding the MacDougall tartan scarf he'd picked up. "No, it's not quite the same," Andy said. "There are usually more than one tartan for each clan. See this one I'm wearing? It's almost exactly like that scarf you're holding. But, not quite." John and the other three boys all crowded close to Andy and looked at it. "See the strands of black running through the tartan my kilt is made of?" he asked. They all nodded. "Well... This tartan was made especially for my branch of the clan!" Andy said. I looked at him warily. Andy Noticed and grinned and winked at me. "See, when that dastardly sod of an ancestor of mine broke away from the clan and changed the spelling of our name, he also added the black threads to our tartan! It's rumored he did it on purpose to spite the rest of the clan! The rest of the clan however say that it was they who added the black strands to the tartan for our branch of the clan, as we were the black sheep of the family!" Andy said. The boys all looked at Andy, unsure of whether or not he was telling the truth. As Andy grinned, John said, "I think I need a pair of hip boots!" Everyone roared with laughter, even Andy. "So... was any of that true?" Craig asked when we'd quieted down. "Well... the part about each clan having more than one tartan is. But if that's the reason for the black threads in the one my family favored, I can't really say. However, it is the story my grandda always told me when I was a wee one!" Andy said. "I like it!" I said, chuckling. "And I like how that looks on you Andy!" "This is gonna really cost you, you know," Andy said, looking hopeful that I might tell him to take it all off. "You know I don't care about that!" I said grinning at him. Andy sighed and turned around to go get dressed in his street clothes again. * * * A little while later, and a couple thousand dollars poorer, we left the shop, all helping Andy carry his new outfit and bag pipes. "I can't believe you spent all that money on all this," he grumbled, as he trudged along next to me clutching the case containing his new bagpipes securely in both arms. "There's a strap you can just sling that over your shoulder with," Boner had said, as we left the store. "No!" Andy exclaimed, his eyes getting huge. "If they drop they could break!" We'd all smiled, as inside the shop, Andy had very carefully, almost reverently packed and picked the case up. As much as he didn't want to admit it, we all thought he was very excited, at least by my gift of the pipes, if not by everything else as well. Now as we walked back to the hotel, with Andy securely clutching his bagpipes, I told him to shut up about the money and enjoy the entrapments of his heritage! Andy stopped walking suddenly. Everyone stopped and turned to look at him. "That's just it John! I do love the pipes, and the kilt and other things. And Thank you so much for them! It's just that..." Andy faltered a moment, then continued, "It's just that I don't really feel that I belong to the clan anymore. Not since my Da chucked me out!" We were all silent for a moment, none of us quite sure how to respond. "That's bullshit!" Julian burst out suddenly, surprising us all. "I know all about what happened to you Andy, and that's bullshit! It's your father who shouldn't be a part of the Clan! Not you! Just because you don't live with your parents anymore doesn't mean you're not a part of your family! They can't take your heritage away from you!" Andy looked at Julian with large eyes. We all looked a little surprised. "You OK man?" Boner asked him quietly, looking concerned. "Uh... yeah... sorry. I just feel strongly about it that's all!" Julian said, looking embarrassed, but still clearly upset. "I see," Boner said, studying him carefully. We were all quiet. "So.. you wanta talk about it?" Boner prodded, a moment later. Julian looked up at him. He still looked upset. "I..." He started, and trailed off. When he realized we were all looking at him, he forced an unconvincing smile and said, "It's nothing. I just think Andy's wrong about not being a part of his clan anymore!" As we all looked at him some more, he quickly changed the subject, saying we'd better hurry up if we wanted to get back to the hotel in time to get ready to go to the tattoo. Realizing he wasn't going to talk about whatever was really bothering him, and that he was right about the time, we hurried on. * * * Soon we were back a the hotel, getting ready to go. I was surprised when Andy stripped to his briefs and opened his boxes and bags and began donning his kilt. "You're getting all dressed up?" I asked, surprised. "Yes John! Many others will be dressed in their kilts for the event, and since you bought all this for me, I feel it's a good opportunity to wear it!" he said. "Do you want me not to?" "No! Go right ahead!" I said, smiling at him. "I thought you didn't feel part of your clan though anymore, that's all." "I thought about what Julian said, and decided he was right!" Andy said. "I may not be a part of my immediate family anymore, but I still have MacDougall blood in my veins, so I am still a part of my clan!" "Most Definitely!" I said grinning. Andy smiled. His smile faded quickly though and he said, "What do you think was on Julian's mind though? He looked awfully upset!" "I know. I haven't got a clue," I said. "Maybe we can try talking to him," Andy said, as he finished dressing. "Maybe!" I said. "Damn! You look so cool in that outfit!" "Thank you! And thank you for buying it for me John, but you did spend far too much money on me this afternoon!" he said. "That's enough about the damned money!" I said, testily. "You know I have more than enough money for us to live on comfortably forever! And you know I don't waste it either! What I bought you today are things I feel it's important for you to have!" Andy looked slightly taken aback, but then he smiled slightly and said, "Well, I do like everything very much John, so thank you!" As I smiled at him, he stepped over and stood on his toes and kissed me on the lips. Grinning, I wrapped my arms around him and we shared a warm embrace and sustained kiss. It might have gone on longer, except, the twins pounded on our adjoining door and called to us that it was time to go. We parted and grinned at each other. "Come on Ev-" I started to call to Evan who was in the bathroom. He walked out as I was in mid-sentence. "Blimey!" he said, staring at Andy. "Are we supposed to get dressed up for this?" "Arsehole!" Andy said, as Evan grinned. "You look brilliant Mate!" Evan said. "Thank you!" Andy said. I opened the door to the boys' room then, and they joined us, just as the other guys knocked our on hallway door. Everyone was very surprised that Andy was wearing his new kilt outfit. They all told him how good he looked in it though. We headed for the lobby then. * * * When we got to Edinburgh Castle, I was surprised at just how many people were in fact wearing kilts. At one point, an older man, who was also wearing a Clan MacDougall kilt, came shoving his way over to Andy. When he reached him, he cried "I see you're Clan MacDougall! I'm a MacDougall myself!" Then he threw his arms around Andy, hugged him, and gave him a kiss on the cheek, as we all stood staring, somewhat shocked at the man's actions. Andy blushed, but grinned and told him he was pleased to meet him. They spoke a few minutes, exchanging lineages as far back as they could go, and saying where they were from. Finally, the man's wife walked over and cried "Come along Angus! Let the lads find their seats!". "Oh, Alright!" the man complained. He bid Andy Good-bye and allowed his wife, who smiled and nodded to us, to drag him away. "That was interesting!" I said, grinning at Andy. "I guess so!" He said. Then, in a hushed undertone he said, "Maybe I should've worn my jeans instead!" We all laughed, then went to find our own seats. * * * To say the tattoo was fantastic, would be an understatement. We were all completely awestruck with it. And Andy was most definitely in his element! He was practically bouncing in his seat as the massed bands filled the area in front of the castle, bounded on each side by the bleacher style seating, which we were somewhere in the middle of. They did sound awesome! The shrill sounds of the hundreds of pipes, and the pounding of all the drums had the crowd on its feet clapping and cheering for more when it was over with. It seemed to end, all too soon. * * * As we crept toward the exit, amidst the enormous crowd, Andy said to me, "I can't believe we got to see this! I can't believe how wonderful I feel! I can practically feel my ancestral genes dancing to the beat of those drums, and racing through my veins!" I grinned at Andy and told him I was thrilled he was having such a good time in his ancestral homeland. Then, I reached out and grabbed Scott's hand again, as I lost his grip, and yanked him back toward me. The crowds were nearly crushing, and I had hold of each twin by the hand, so they didn't get separated from us. Suddenly, everyone in front of us slowed down, because of a bottle neck up ahead, and you could literally feel the crowd from behind, crushing you, as their momentum continued, as we stopped. We were literally shoved up against the people in front of us. John looked up at me with a frightened look in his eyes, and I realized he was really being smushed. "Hang on," I said, pressing backward against Mitchell who was behind me, in an effort to create some space for the boy. There was no way to stop the pressure from behind us though. Several people began to complain, and a couple of children started to cry. The feeling was oppressive, which after a few seconds gave way to a claustrophobic feeling. I'd been in a similar situation one New Year's Eve in the NYC subway system, trying to get home from Time's Square after having watched the ball drop. It was frightening! After a minute, the pressure from behind thankfully stopped. Then, slowly, people in front of us began moving forward again. "Damn!" Pete said. "I thought I was going to be crushed!" Craig said. His eyes looked fearful, like John's had. "Don't start moving forward yet, until there's a bit of room, then go slowly!" I hollered. People around me looked at me, but as the area in front of us started to open up a tiny bit, I noticed many holding back. When I slowly started to move forward, they matched my pace. Eventually, the squeezed feeling disappeared, and everyone moved ahead at a snail's pace, until we were all outside the castle grounds, and safely apart from one another. As we walked back to our cars, everyone was talking about it. "And you picked a hell of a time to decide to put your hand on my bum!" Harry exclaimed, glaring at Jacob. "I didn't touch your arse!" Jacob retorted. "Well who did then?" Harry asked, looking around. Everyone shook their head or said they didn't do it. "So none of you touced me?" Harry asked, looking suspiciously yet at everyone. "Nobody in our group touched you!" Jacob cried. Harry looked a bit non-plused. "I really thought it'd be you Jacob! I mean whoever it was snaked their hand down into my crotch. I think they were going for my bollocks!" "Well... if I could've moved my hands, maybe I would've!" he replied. "But my hands were stuck down at my sides. So it wasn't me!" I noticed Pete and Mitchell giving each other "I told you so" looks, before they glanced back at the boys. Although most of the guys were aware by then that Jacob & Harry were gay, and were a couple, Pete, Mitchell, and Julian were not. It appeared to me though that Pete and Mitchell had apparently discussed how close the boys appeared, and must've wondered aloud to one another if there was more than just friendship between them. "You got your wallet yet?" I asked suddenly, hoping Harry hadn't had his pocket picked. Harry's eyes bugged out, and his hand flew to his back pocket. "Yes, I still have it," he said, relaxing and smiling with relief. I noticed all the other guys reaching back to check their own wallets as well. Thankfully, none of us had been robbed. "Well, it might have been accidental, I mean it was hard to move at all in that crush!" I said. "Or..." Mitchell smiled and looked directly at Harry. "Someone might've decided you had a nice butt, and copped a feel!" He watched Harry closely then for his reaction. Not knowing how to respond, Harry just looked at him. "Well, it's over, and here are our cars," I said, hoping to change the subject. "Everyone hop in the closest one and let's try to get out of here!" The twins jumped quickly into Boner's car, and Harry made a beeline for my car, with Jacob hot on his heels. Mitchell gave me an inquisitorial look. I knew he was curious yet about Jacob and Harry. "Can you just drop it please Mitch?" I said, looking hopefully at him. "Sure... but... are they?" he asked in a hushed tone. "Does it matter?" I asked, annoyed at his persistence. "No," he said, sounding both a little embarrassed, and a little disappointed. "I just thought we were all close enough that there weren't any secrets." "Mitch!" I said. "We are real close. We're all best friends. And, there are no secrets between us guys. The boys are different though. They don't know all of you as well as Andy and I do yet. And whatever might be between them is their business. It's up to them to tell people about it if they want them to know about it." Mitchell smiled agreeably then and said, "OK. Um... sorry. I see your point now, and it's OK." "Good," I said. "And... if they are hiding anything - don't feel they don't like or trust you guys. They do! They just may not want to be as open with ANYONE yet!" "OK," Mitchell said. "OK, Let's roll then," I said. * * * As we rode back to the hotel, Andy chattered on animatedly about how wonderful the tattoo had been. We all agreed. It had been a great thing to see. "I'm gonna have to do something nice for George for asking Philip to get us tickets to it!" I said. Andy and the boys agreed. Talk shifted then to the way we'd all been slightly crushed as we left the castle. I told them then about how it had happened to me once before as well, that time I'd been leaving the New Year's Eve celebration in Times Square. The conversation lulled for a moment then. Harry, who'd been quieter than the rest of us, as we'd discussed the mob scene, said then, "So... did it sound like Mitchell has figured out that Jacob and I are gay?" Glancing in the rearview mirror, I saw that he was looking at me. "Well, you were both pretty open about what you were saying, so, I think so," I said. "If you're trying to keep it a secret, you'll have to watch what you say and do. But really, it's only him, Pete, and Julian who don't know. The rest of the guys do. It's up to you two if you want to let them in on your secret though. You can if you want to, or you don't have to. If you do though, I'm certain they'll be OK with it. If they were going to have any problems about it, they would already have problems with me & Andy, and Craig & Jeremy." Andy agreed with my assessment. The boys were both quiet then for the rest of the way back to the hotel. I noticed in the rearview though that they kept glancing at each other, and almost seemed to be communicating with one another telepathically. * * * When we got back to our hotel, as we were getting out of our cars, I heard Harry ask Jacob, "so...???" Jacob nodded quickly. The two walked over to Pete and Mitchell. As they passed by Julian, Jacob asked him to come with them. Looking curious, he followed the boys. "Can we speak with you please?" Harry asked, as they drew up to Pete and Mitchell. The guys looked surprised, but warm smiles quickly appeared on their faces, and Pete said, "sure guys, what's up?" The other guys were watching curiously, so I motioned them to come stand with us for a minute. "What's up with those guys?" Craig asked, as they walked up to us. I smiled and said, "I believe the boys are coming out to them." "Really?" Jeremy asked, grinning. I nodded. "Wow!" John said. He and Scott both had big eyes as they looked over at them. Boner and I exchanged looks. "So they'll be out to all of us!" Jeremy said. The twins looked at each other. They both wore slightly guilty expressions. Craig surprised us then. He smiled and mussed their hair, and said "it's OK guys. We all know you two have fun with each other. There's nothing wrong with what you're doing, and it's OK with us. And, you're young and you're brothers, so it doesn't really mean anything one way or the other yet. You could turn out straight, like Boner, gay like me & Jeremy and Andy, or bi like John and Evan. Eventually, you'll figure out what you really want in life, and which category you fit in. Whatever it is, you've got all of us on your side! We all care about you a lot right now, and we always will, no matter what! So don't feel guilty, or bad about it! OK?" John's and Scott's eyes were huge as they stared up at Craig dumbfounded. I was rather surprised myself that Craig made such a speach. Boner looked non-plussed as well, but his gaze was resting on Evan, who was blushing uncomfortably, and looking down at the ground. Although he didn't realize it, Craig had just outted Evan to Boner. I noticed Andy didn't look surprised though, and when I looked at him, he blushed slightly and looked away. "um... OK... thanks Craig!" Scott said, surprised, and a little confused. Craig smiled down at him and his brother and gave both boys a hug. "However you guys turn out, you'll be fine! And whichever way you go, we'll all love you yet!" Scott smiled, but still looked a little uncomfortable. John smiled warmly though, and looking relieved, gave Craig a hug in return. "Um... can you not tell anyone about this though?" Scott asked, looking embarrassed. "Sure!" Craig said. "I just wanted you to know you can be yourselves with us, and that we're here for you, if you need a friend, or someone to talk to. I know know you have John, but, he's here, and we're in the states, so..." "Thanks Craig," John said. "You're welcome! And, I'll let the others know to keep a lid on it too," Craig said. "Thanks!" Scott said, looking a little more relieved. I noticed that Boner had stepped over and was looking pointedly at Evan, who was busily poking with his toe at a pebble on the pavement. "Hey!" Boner murmured, nudging Evan with his elbow. Evan looked up with a very embarrassed look on his face. Steve smiled and said, "It's OK man. I'm just surprised - that's all. I mean... you go on about Betsey all the time, so... Anyway, it's fine with me." "Aw shit! I'm sorry Evan!" Craig cried, realizing his faux pas. You could see he felt awful for outting Evan. "It's OK Craig!" Evan said. "Hey! It's OK. I don't care, and Evan, I won't blow your cover with the others, unlike VanGogh here!" Boner said, smiling saucily at Craig's discomfort. "Thanks!" Evan said, looking more comfortable. "I really am sorry Evan," Craig said. "It's OK. Really!" Evan said. He stepped over to Craig and rubbed his back. Suddenly I saw an incredulous look flash across Steve's face, and he started looking at me, Andy, Craig, and Jeremy with huge eyes, and his lower jaw dropped down a bit. I knew he'd figured out that we all fooled around together. "Hey!" I said, looking sternly at him. "Don't even go there man!" Boner just looked at me, his eyes still large. "Don't!" I said. Still looking surprised, Boner nodded, then closed his mouth, as his eyes began to return to normal. Before anyone could say anything else, Jacob & Harry, and the other guys walked up to us. The boys were boy smiling happily. I was happy myself when I saw that Mitchell had his arms wrapped around both boy's shoulders as they approached us. When they reached us, he gave them each a hug, then let go of them. "You've got great little step-brother here, and he's got a great boyfriend!" Mitchell said, smiling. "I'm glad you noticed," I said, grinning. I could tell that all three of the guys felt happy that the boys had opened up to them and let them in on their innermost secret. "C'mon, I'm getting tired," I said, yawning. I threw my arm around Mitchell's shoulders and pulled him in the direction of the door into the hotel. "You feeling better now that the boys have included you in their inner circle?" I asked. "Yeah! I am!" Mitchell said, smiling. "I didn't realize how left out I was feeling. I don't anymore. At first I assumed you told them to tell us, but Jake said you told them it was up to them if they said anything to us or not, and they had decided they wanted us to know. So... I feel completely a part of the group again!" "I'm glad," I said, smiling back at him. "But Mitch, you and the others have always been completely a part of the group!" "I know," He said, sounding a little embarrassed. "I get that now." "Cool!" I said, pulling my arm off his shoulders, as we reached the door. We all headed inside then. As Andy was about to walk inside, I nabbed him by the sleeve and yanked him back. "Did you tell the others about the twins?" I asked, looking seriously at him. He suddenly looked very uncomfortable. Before he could say anything, Craig stepped back outside and said, "No he didn't!" I noticed that Andy looked visibly surprised. "Well, who told you then?" I asked. "That's confidential!" Craig said. "And, it really doesn't matter, since we're all OK with it!" "I see," I said. I was certain Andy had spilled the beans and Craig was covering up for him. I decided though to let it go, as it was completely out in the open by then, and as Craig said, everything was OK. Besides, I knew Andy knew I wasn't pleased. "C'mon then," Craig said, and held the door open for us. We went inside then. * * * We all went directly to our rooms. As soon as the boys were locked securely in their room, they all began quickly shucking their clothing. Within seconds, the four of them were all stark naked, standing staring at one another with silly grins on their faces, and their dicks all pointing at one another. It took them only a minute at most to decide to get into a daisy chain on the bed and suck each other off. Shortly, that's exactly what they were doing, each boy moaning happily as they were pleasured by another boy, while at the same time they pleasured yet another. * * * In their room down the hall, as Craig and Jeremy stripped, Jeremy said, "so did you save Andy's ass?" "Yeah," Craig said. "But I knew damn well Horse knew I was lying!" "Well... you tried. That's what's important!" Jeremy said. Smiling he reached out and grasped Craig's erect penis and pulled him in the direction of the bathroom. Grinning lewdly at one another, they slipped into the shower together. Soon Craig was leaning forward against the wall, while Jeremy was standing behind him, pushing his lubed penis into Craig's asshole. * * * In our room, Evan looked at Andy and I. "Wanta shove the beds together?" he asked, smiling. Andy grinned hugely then. His grin disappeared when he looked at me though. Deciding I'd gotten my point across to him, and realizing he wouldn't have told anyone about the twins on purpose, and that there was nothing to be done to change things, I decided to forget about. I grinned at him and waggled my eyebrows. Andy looked guilty again then. "I'm sorry John. It was me. It was an accident though. I swear!" he said, miserably. "I know," I said, smiling benevolently. "It's over. Let's have some fun now!" Andy's jaw trembled a little, and his eyes looked watery, as he smiled sadly at me. "Thank you John. I'm really sorry." "I know," I said, smiling. Evan who'd been looking back and forth between us, smiled and nodded at me. "So let's get moving!" I said, and bent to start shoving the beds together. As soon as they were together. Andy began stripping, and we followed his lead. Before Evan even had his shirt off, Andy was on his knees, sucking on his cock. A moment later, as I was finishing undressing, the two of them got on the bed, in a '69'. Andy was on his back with his head on the edge of the bed. He was sucking on Evan's cock, as Evan straddled him, with his head in Andy's crotch sucking on him. Grinning, I stepped over to them. Evan's ass was right at the edge of the bed, and his cheeks were spread wide open. Grinning, I squatted down so my face was right in front of Evan's ass. My dick swelled harder as I smelled the musky scent from between his buttocks. Grinning, I pierced my lips and blew softly, directly at his anus. As the cold forced air hit his pucker, it contracted for a couple seconds, before it relaxed again. I blew again, and again, it contracted and held tightly shut for a moment, before it finally relaxed. I debated blowing on Evan's hole a third time, but decided the hell with it, I was too horny to fool around. So, I just leaned in and jabbed at his anus with my tongue, illiciting a moan of pleasure from him. Immediately, I began eating his asshole out, as Andy sucked on his cock, and he sucked on Andy's. A few minutes later, I stopped using my mouth on Evan, and used my forefinger and middle finger instead. After a couple minutes, when everyone was really getting into it, I stopped and got up. I rooted around in Andy's back pack and found his lube. Grinning to myself, I greased my cock up, then stepped up behind the unsuspecting Evan. I leaned in and pressed the greased head of my dick up against Evan's asshole. Then slowly, I began pushing my hips forward. "AAawwwww!!!!" Evan cried out in surprise, dropping Andy's dick from his mouth, as the glans of my penis penetrated his sphincter. "You don't mind do you?" I asked. "I mean it was there, and it looked so beautiful and inviting, I couldn't resist." "It's fine! You can keep going!" Evan said, looking back at me and smiling. "Oh fuck!" he gasped softly then, as slowly I pushed my rigid shaft deeper inside his hot, soft hole. "Mmmmmmmm!!!" he groaned, when I was finally shoved into him, all the way to the hilt. "You OK Bud?" I asked, looking at him. I didn't want to hurt him. "I'm fine!" Evan gasped. "It feels brilliant! Just ... go slow, OK?" "I know you prefer 'gentle'," I said, smiling. Evan smiled back at me again, then turned his head and began sucking on Andy's cock again. Slowly, I began to withdraw from Evan. I took my time, slowly long-dicking Evan. He wasn't used to being fucked too often, and those times he was, he always preferred to take it slow and easy, at least in the beginning. Eventually, I sped up a bit, as I sensed both Andy's and Evan's climaxes were beginning to approach. As I fucked Evan a bit harder and faster, I could tell he was liking it. So was I! I could feel my orgasm beginning to build. Soon, I could tell Andy was nearly ready to explode. Evan seemed close too. I sped up a little more, so I was pounding in and out of Evan pretty hard and fast. A moment later, Andy groaned, and Evan almost gagged. Quickly he swallowed, before Andy blew another load. Andy's orgasm, coupled with my dick rubbing his prostate harder, apparently triggered Evan's orgasm, because he suddenly groaned, and I felt his sphincter muscle squeeze my dick firmly for a moment, before it released again. Feeling Evan's asshole gripping me tightly sent me over the edge and I gasped as my cum flooded his rectum. Momentarily, my cock was sliding in and out of Evan's ass a bit faster and easier, due to his insides being coated with my cum. All three of us continued to spasm together for a few seconds. Then, Andy's orgasm finally ebbed. A few seconds later, Evan's stopped too. Then finally, another few seconds later, mine ended as well. "Mmmmmm!!!" Evan moaned, as I withdrew completely from him. As I stood back from him, my dick flexed again when I saw that his asshole was still gaping open at me. As I watched, Evan started trying to squeeze it shut, but it wouldn't close, and remained open yet. A moment later, some of my cum began to drool out of it, and run down his perineum. Chuckling, I grabbed some tissues and wiped him off. He gasped as cleaned him up, and his head whirled to look at what I was doing. "I think you need a shower son!" I said. "I expect, we could all use one!" Andy said, grinning. Evan and I both chuckled and agreed. We laid down for a couple minutes, next to each other and rested first though. Then, we all went and squeezed into the shower together, and had some more fun! * * * In their room, Pete and Mitchell each thought the other was acting a bit strange. They'd turned on the television, but neither was really interested in what was on. Finally, Pete announced he was going to use the bathroom and get ready for bed. He took his bag of toiletries and disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door. Mitchell smiled when Pete closed the door, as neither of them usually bothered to shut the door. He figured unless Pete was shitting, he was probably relieving his tension. As he'd noticed a bulge in the front of Pete's pants when he walked past, he guessed it was the latter Pete was up to. He hoped he'd hurry up, because his penis was straining against the fabric of his jeans too. About ten minutes later, Pete reappeared. He was slightly redfaced, but he was smiling. "'bout time!" Mitchell smirked. Pete blushed deeper, and muttered "sorry." "It's OK," Mitchell said. "Just, I'd like my turn too!" Grinning, he took his toiletries and entered the bathroom, closing the door too. Pete grinned then, realizing Mitch was horny as well. Six minutes later, Mitchell reappeared, smiling, and blushing slightly. Pete grinned at him, causing him to blush a bit deeper too. The young men bid each other good-night then, crawled into their beds and turned the lights out. Within minutes both were snoring contentedly. They both slept soundly all night. * * * While everyone else was getting off one way or another, Boner noticed as he sat quietly on his bed in his and Julian's room, reading a newspaper, that Julian was just lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He also noticed he didn't look very happy. Folding his newspaper, Steve sat up on the edge of his bed, facing Julian's bed. "What's wrong man?" he asked. "Nothing," Julian replied, tinging pink, and looking guilty. "It's not nothing!" Boner said. "I can tell. You've been acting funny ever since you lit into Andy on the street about how he still belongs to his clan. C'mon. Talk to me. It's just the two of us. What's eating at you man?" As Steve sat carefully scrutinizing Julian, Julian got visibly more upset. It looked to Boner like tears had begun to well in his eyes. Suddenly, he rolled over onto his side, facing away from Boner, and began rubbing his eyes. Boner got up and moved over to Julian's bed and sat down behind him. He laid his large hand on Julian's shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "C'mon man, it's just you and me. Tell me what's wrong!" Steve said. In the silence that followed, Boner felt Julian's shoulder tremble slightly, and thought he heard him sniffle... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next chapter in this series will be published shortly.