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Subject: My Step-Brother Jacob – Chapter 21 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 21 ——————————————————————————- After Laney left, and I didn’t see Andy anywhere outside, I went upstairs to Jacob’s room. The door was closed. I tapped on it gently. No answer. I tapped again. Still no answer, but I thought I heard Jacob snuffling. “C’mon Jacob, I know you’re in there. Can I come in please?” I heard the bed squeak, and there was a thump, then I heard Jack scratching and whining at the other side of the door. Still no answer from Jacob. “Fine! I’m coming in anyway,” I said. I turned the doorknob and pushed. The door was locked. Jacob had never locked his door before. “Jacob, why is the door locked?” I asked. Nothing but Jack’s scratching and whining. I began to get worried. “Jacob! Open the door NOW! If you don’t, I’ll kick it in, and you know I can!” I shouted. Silence. Then, finally he yelled, “I don’t want to talk to you!” “Open the door!” I said, firmly. Silence, but a few seconds later, I heard his bed springs squeak, and his feet hit the floor. He unlocked the door, but didn’t open it. I reached for the doorknob, and heard the bed squeak again, as I twisted the knob. I opened the door. Jack burst out and started licking my hands. I patted him on the head, and he laid down in the doorway then, as I went in. The room was dark, as it was starting to get dark outside. No lights were on. I could make out Jacob’s form lying on the bed. I walked over and switched on the lamp on his night stand. Jacob was lying on his side, facing away from me. I heard him sniffle a couple times. I sat down behind him and put my hand on his shoulder. He flinched and pulled away from me, my hand slipping off him. I felt my eyes begin to tear up, as the realization hit me of just how much he’d been hurt too by what I’d done with Laney. I felt like shit. “Jacob, I’m sorry I hurt you,” I said. He didn’t answer, but his shoulders shuddered a little as he snuffled some more. I put my hand on his shoulder again, a little more firmly this time. He tried again to shake it off, but couldn’t. “C’mon man, talk to me. What can I do to fix this?” I asked, pulling on his shoulder a bit, trying to roll him toward me. Suddenly, he pulled away, and fell off the bed, onto the floor. He got up on his knees and looked across the bed at me. His cheeks were wet with tears. “Why?” he pleaded, looking miserably at me, “Why would you shag with Laney? You know I’ve wanted to ‘be with you’ for days now! Besides! I thought you loved Andy! It should’ve been him! If not him, then me, or at least Harry. But why her? You don’t even care about her!” I took a deep breath, and looked at Jacob, as he wiped the tears from his eyes. “I didn’t mean for it to happen Jake! It just did! I never had any intention of ever having sex with Laney. It just happened. She made a move on me, and it’s been days now since I’ve had sex. Hell – I haven’t even jerked off since Dad died. And she is Hot! Even YOU have to admit that! So it just happened. It didn’t mean anything. It was just sex!” Jacob remained on his knees, looking across the bed at me blinking. Finally he spoke, his voice filled with anguish, “but you could’ve had sex with me – anytime you wanted to. And what about poor Andy? He’s so in love with you! Do you have any idea what this must’ve done to him?” “I know Jacob, I know,” I said, miserably, “I didn’t mean to hurt anyone! I’m having a real hard time right now thinking about having sex at all. After everything that happened with Dad just before…” My voice trailed off and I felt tears begin to flow from my eyes. We stared at each other for a moment, both crying. Finally, I got up and went across the hall to my room, closed the door, and laid on my bed and wept. Jacob didn’t come after me. I wasn’t surprised. As Jacob lay crying in his room, and I in mine, down the road at Andy’s house, the car with the two assholes from school who had stopped and offered Andy a ride home in exchange for sex, pulled up in front of Andy’s house. Andy was still in the back seat. “Is this it?” the driver, Evan Rothbard asked. “Yeah,” Andy said, wiping his eyes, which were wet with tears. “Then get the fuck out Faggot!” said Devon Lankford – the one whose nose I’d broken in November. Andy opened the door, climbed out, and shut the door, and the car lurched away, Devon flipping Andy the bird out the window. Andy limped to the house, went in and crawled up the stairs. He made it to the bathroom. There, he pulled off his clothes. His pants were ruined. He threw them in the trash. The rest he put in the laundry. Still snuffling, he looked at his knee, which was still bleeding, despite the direct pressure he’d been putting on it. Andy found a couple rolls of bandages and wrapped them around and around his knee. Finally, he put adhesive tape around the bandage. Then he washed his face off, peed, and walked naked, to his room. He put on some clean briefs, his jeans and a sweater, then laid down on his bed, and began to weep again, as he replayed the afternoon’s events in his mind. Meanwhile, back at our house, I had finally cried myself out. Afterward, I laid on my bed thinking for a while. Eventually, I heard a car in the driveway. Then I heard Elizabeth come into the house. She came up the stairs and went into her room. I got up and went to her door. With her back to me, she was taking off her coat. I asked if she wanted anything for supper. She said she didn’t, she’d eaten at her friend’s house. She was tired and was going to bed early. Jack stood next to me, whimpering, so I took him downstairs and let him out. I wasn’t hungry myself, but I thought I should probably make Jacob something to eat. I made him a sandwich, and put some chips on the plate. I cut a couple brownies and poured a glass of milk. Then I assembled the food on a tray. After Jack came in, I locked up and carried the tray up to Jacob’s room. Elizabeth’s door was closed as I passed it. Jacob’s was too. I heard his TV playing lowly. I didn’t think to knock this time, and just opened the door to take the tray in. Jacob was laying on his bed on his back, naked, a bottle of lotion at his side. He was slowly masturbating his well lubed cock with his right hand, and fondling his balls with his left. He froze as I walked in. “Aw Jesus! I’m sorry Jacob,” I exclaimed, averting my glance. “I just thought you’d want something to eat. I’m sorry I forgot to knock,” I said, and I quickly sat the tray on his desk, which was right next to the door, and left, closing the door behind me. I went back to my room. Jack followed me. He curled up in his bed on the floor, as I closed the door, and laid down on my bed. As I replayed the events of the afternoon in my mind, I kept coming back to the stricken look on Andy’s face, as he stood in the doorway, looking at Laney and I fucking on the livingroom floor. I started to cry as I thought about how much I’d hurt him. Him, and Jacob too. The two people I loved most in the world, I’d managed to destroy, şişli travesti all with one selfish act. Jacob was right. If I’d wanted sex, I could’ve slept with either him or Andy. I shouldn’t have let Laney seduce me like that. Then I remembered my father’s face, when he finally discovered that I was gay, and Andy was my lover. And, the look of horror on his face when he realized I was sleeping with Jacob as well, was also indelibly etched into my brain. Then there was Boob. The look of pain on his face, before he pulled out of the bowling alley parking lot flashed through my mind as well. It seemed it didn’t matter who I slept with, someone was always being hurt by it. And some had died because of it. Mike took his own life because he realized I was in love with Andy, and he would never have a chance to have me himself. Dad was killed because he was distracted by being so upset over finding out about me and Andy, and my relationship with Jacob as well. I was sobbing now as the thought that my actions were the cause of two peoples deaths kept flashing through my brain, repeatedly, like a broken record. Two people I loved were dead, because of me. After a while, I stopped crying. I felt empty. And – I was beginning to worry. If Mike had taken his own life because he realized he couldn’t have me, would Andy, or even Jacob try to do the same thing? I couldn’t bear to lose either of them. I loved them both so much! I decided I had to call Andy. I had no idea what I would say to him, but I had to at least try. I dialed Andy’s number. His mother picked up after 3 rings. I asked to speak to Andy. She hollered upstairs to him. No response. “I think maybe he’s asleep,” she said to me. I began to panic. “Please, it’s important, could you go wake him?” I pleaded. “Alright, hang on,” she said, and put the phone down. I heard her climbing the hardwood stairs. Then in the distance knocking. I heard her muffled voice, then she came back down the stairs. She picked up the phone. Sounding surprised, she said “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into him, but he says he doesn’t want to talk to you John.” “Oh,” was all that I said. “Did you two argue?” she asked, sounding concerned. “Not really,” I said, “but could you do me a favor and keep an eye on him please, I think I upset him.” “OK,” she said, sounding confused, “I’ll try.” “Thanks. Good Night,” I replied, and hung up. Great! He wasn’t talking to me. Well, at least I knew he got home OK, and he knew I was trying to talk to him. There was nothing else I could do, so I decided to get ready for bed. It was starting to get late anyway. I opened the door into the hallway. Jacob’s door was closed, but I could hear the TV yet. I decided to try talking to him one more time. I tapped lightly on the door. No answer. I tapped a bit louder. Still no answer. So I slowly, opened the door and peered in. He’d fallen asleep. I noticed that he’d eaten the food I brought up to him. At least that was something. I stepped in quietly and turned off the TV. Then I pulled his duvet up over him and tucked him in. He stirred slightly, but didn’t wake. Gently, I brushed his hair out of his eyes, and leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. He looked peaceful. I turned out his light and left, taking the food tray with me. Jack followed me downstairs for a quick, late night pee. I locked up, then went into the livingroom and poured a glass of brandy, and took it back up to my room. I should’ve showered, since I still smelled of Laney from our encounter that afternoon, but I was tired, so I just stripped and crawled naked under the covers. I turned out the light, and laid thinking and sipping the brandy. Eventually, I drifted off to sleep. When I awoke in the morning, I found myself alone in bed. It was the first time in a long time, that I’d slept an entire night – alone. I felt sad. I crawled out of bed and and headed to the bathroom. As I was taking a shit, there was a knock on the door. “Hurry Up! I gotta pee!” I heard Jacob complain. I finished and flushed. Then I opened the door. Jacob pushed past me, pulled his penis out and began to pee into the toilet. I closed the door and walked over to the sink to shave. As I was getting my razor out, Jacob said, “Oh Man! You smell like dead fish!” I looked at him a minute, then he leaned closer to me, bent down and sniffed near my crotch. “Jaysus!” he said “is that what women smell like?” I looked at him, chuckled and said “now you know why I prefer guys.” He just looked at me a minute, then he stepped into the shower, and pulled the curtain closed. I shaved quick, and brushed my teeth. Jacob was still in the shower when I finished. I heard a rythmic slapping sound, so I stepped over and peered in. As I suspected, he had soaped up and was jerking off. He stopped and looked at me and said “you’re making quite a habit of walking in on me lately when I’m ‘busy’!” I felt my cock begin to stiffen. “Sorry,” I said, still looking at him. He stood looking at me, water running down his shoulders and back, his soapy hand still holding his hardon. Finally, he pulled the shower curtain closed and said, “please wait outside, I’ll be out of your way in a few minutes.” I stared disbelievingly at the shower curtain for a moment, then finally turned and walked to the door. I heard the sound of Jacob’s masturbating resume as I left the bathroom. I went back to my own room. Jacob had never asked me to leave the bathroom before, no matter what he was doing. I felt crushed. After a few minutes, Jacob emerged from the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around his waist. He walked into his bedroom and closed the door. I got up and went into the bathroom and got in the shower. I noticed there were still a few gobs of Jacob’s cum on the shower curtain yet. I wondered if he left them on purpose for me. My dick began to stiffen. I lathered up, washing my crotch well. My dick quickly became hard as a rock. I picked up the bar of soap again and held my hands under the water a minute, and worked up a good lather in my hands. Then I grasped my hardon and began massaging it. I began pumping up and down my shaft, faster and harder. I felt my orgasm starting to build, as I stroked up and down with my right hand, while I fondled my balls with my left. I kept up a good pace, and within a minute, as I grunted and gasped, squirt after squirt of my own cum exploded from the tip of my cock, splattering all over the shower curtain, joining and co-mingling with Jacob’s leftover splooge. I slowed my stroke, massaging my dick, forcing the last drops of cum to ooze out my piss slit. Then I took the handheld showerhead off the wall and rinsed myself and the shower curtain clean. A few minutes later, I’d dried and dressed and went down to the kitchen. Jacob was there already, eating a bowl of Wheatabix. Elizabeth was having a cup of tea. I looked at the clock. It was almost time to leave for school – our first day back since Dad had died. I ate a banana, as Jacob finished eating his cereal. “You ready?” I asked. He didn’t answer, but stood up, put his bowl in the sink, picked up his backpack and headed for the door. We both said Good-Bye to Elizabeth and went out the door. Jacob got in the back seat of my Anglia, as he usually did, leaving the front seat empty for Andy. “That was a nice present you left me on the shower curtain,” I said as I backed out the driveway. I looked directly at Jacob, as we sat waiting for a car to pass, before beylikdüzü travesti I could back out onto the road. He just looked at me. His face tinged a little pink, and I thought I saw tears welling up in his eyes. We drove silently to Harry’s house. He was waiting on the front steps. He sullenly got into the back seat with Jacob. I noticed they each gave the other’s crotch a quick squeeze and smiled at one another briefly. “How are you Harry?” I asked as we pulled away. “I’m only riding with you so the ‘rents don’t get suspicious!” he said angrily to me, “I’m still angry at you!” I looked at him in my rearview and was about to say something, but he looked so upset, I decided not to. We drove in silence to Andy’s. We pulled in and I blew the horn. No Andy. I blew the horn again. Still no Andy. “I can’t believe you’d think he’d want a ride from you after yesterday,” Jacob said. I ignored him and got out and went to the door and rang the bell. I got no answer. Finally, I returned to the car and we drove silently to school. Jacob and Harry jumped out of the car and walked off without a word to me, as soon as I’d parked. Dejected, I walked into the building. Laney spied me immediately, called my name, and scampered over to me and stretched up to give me a kiss. I noticed Harry and Jacob had turned around when they heard her calling to me. Jacob looked at me like I’d just punched him in the gut, and Harry had daggers in his eyes. I gave Laney a quick kiss on the cheek, and asked her how things were between her and Harry. She said he wasn’t speaking to her at all. The bell rang then and we headed for our homerooms. Andy wasn’t in school that day. I asked a few people if they’d heard from him. They said they hadn’t. I tried phoning his house during the lunch break, but got no answer. I left a message on the answering machine that I’d called. After school, the boys were waiting by my car. I drove Harry home, and then Jacob and I went home. Our ride was silent. Jacob went up to his room and closed the door as soon as we went in. The next couple days were duplicates of Monday. Neither Jacob, nor Harry were talking to me. I tried stopping at Andy’s each morning to pick him up. But nobody ever answered the door, and Andy wasn’t at school. Nobody’d heard from him, or knew anything. I tried calling him at home several times, but got no answer. I left a message each time. Laney tried to speak with me a few times, but, being preoccupied with Andy’s apparent disappearance off the face of the Earth, and Jacob and Harry’s silent treatment, I politely brushed her off. At home I tried to talk to Jacob a few times. He sat pretending to ignore me, never answered, then would walk away. We both spent a lot of time alone in our rooms. Wednesday night, Jacob, Elizabeth and I finally sat down to eat supper together. It was the first meal we’d eaten together in almost a week. She didn’t seem to realize that Jacob and I were not communicating with each other, as she apparently had other things on her mind. While we were eating our dessert, she jumped up and said “Oh yes!” more to herself than to us. She went over to the key rack and took Dad’s keys down. They’d been hanging there since he died. I suddenly felt rather nauseous. She came back to the table, removing his car keys from the ring. She handed them to me and said, “you might as well start driving your father’s car, instead of that old rattle-trap of your’s. I’ll have the paperwork transferring it over to you done soon.” Out of the corner of my eye I could see Jacob staring at me, his fork stuck in mid-air, half-way to his mouth. I just stared down at the keys. “I know it’s hard,” she said looking at me, as I felt my eyes watering, and a lump of cake got stuck in my throat. I took a gulp of milk and silently got up and went upstairs to my room. I felt sick. It was me who’d caused my father’s death, and here I was being given his almost brand new Jaguar. It was so unfair to him. He should be the one still here – driving his beautiful Jag! I sank down onto my bed, rolled over, and buried my face in my pillow and wept. “It wasn’t your fault I died!” I rolled over quickly, with a start! My father was standing over me looking down at me. I just stared up at him, my eyes wide. “It wasn’t your fault I died!” he repeated. Then he added, “the guy who hit me was drunk and he was speeding. I wasn’t distracted like you think I was.” “But – ” I started to say, but Dad cut me off. “Look, I don’t like it you’re gay, but if you are – fine! I’ve been watching you, and Jacob, and Andy. They both need you! And you need them! All of you are hurting far more from the guilt you have over me and Mike, than by what it was you were up to to begin with – So just fix it! And don’t be an ass – drive the Jag – you’ll love it!” I just laid there staring, then Dad started to fade away. “Dad! Wait!” I called out. I thought he was coming back, as I saw his figure fading back in, but then I realized it was Boob! “Yo Horse – you asshole! You never were really an asshole before – but you’ve been one for a while now. Stop blaming yourself for me offing myself! I’m not blaming you! Andy’s a good guy. Stop hurting him. He needs you bad right now! Promise me you’ll get back with him and be happy!” “Mike – I’m so s-sorry man!” I said. “Stop it! I told you to drop it already!” Boob said, “Just get back with Andy! OK?” “OK,” I replied softly, “If that’s what you want.” Boob said “It is! I Gotta run now. I’ll always love you Horse!” Then he too began to fade away. “WAIT!” I called. “DAD! MIKE!” I yelled. Suddenly I was laying, fully clothed, on my back on my bed. It was dark. Someone was shaking me. I felt hot and sweaty. I looked up “Dad?” I said. “No,” said Jacob, “you were having a loud dream.” “Oh,” I said, “Uh – sorry.” Jacob turned and walked out of the room. “Thanks,” I called after him. He didn’t reply. I heard him crawling into his bed, as I glanced at my clock. It was almost 3 AM. I laid there a few minutes thinking, and cooling off. I wondered if there was any substance to my dream. Did my father, and best friend really visit me? Did they mean what they said? I knew they were right about one thing. Both Andy and Jacob needed me. Whether I was to blame for Dad’s and Mike’s deaths or not didn’t matter anymore. Andy and Jacob needed me now – maybe I could help them. I decided I needed to try and fix things with them. I started trying to think of ways to get them both back. Eventually, after some time, I drifted back off to sleep. I woke up early the next morning. As I laid in bed thinking about my dream, I heard Jacob stumble into the bathroom. He closed the door and shortly, I heard the toilet flush. I realized I was starting to get hard just thinking about him – remembering how he’d looked when I walked in on him earlier in the week, when he was masturbating. As I heard the shower start, I decided it was time to try and re-establish my relationship with him, in a way he usually found quite pleasant. I got up and tiptoed into the bathroom. As soon as I stepped inside, I heard the rythmic slapping of Jacob’s soapy hand stroking up and down his stiff rod, on the other side of the shower curtain. I closed the door and quickly stripped down. Then I stepped over to the shower and pulled the edge of the curtain back a bit. Jacob was standing, facing away from me, beating off with a very soapy hand. I pushed the shower curtain aside, scaring poor istanbul travesti Jacob so much he let out a yelp and spun around so he was facing me. He’d let go of his hardon, and it immediately started to deflate, due to the scare I’d given him. “Sorry!” I said, “I really didn’t me to scare you. Let me help you get back to the point you were at.” Jacob was still breathing heavily, as I stepped into the tub and closed the shower curtain. Looking confused, he stepped back a bit to make room for me. I took the bar of soap and lathered up my hands, as he stared at me, not knowing what to say or do. Then I reached down and began to fondle his now only semi-hard penis. It responded immediately to my hand, rapidly stiffening up again. “Why are you doing this?” Jacob asked, looking up at me, and gasping slightly, as I reached behind him with my other soapy hand and ran it up his ass, my middle finger dipping into his crack, and the tip of it rubbing across his anus. As I continued jerking him off, and began massaging his anus, I said, “I’m sorry Jacob! For everything! I know I hurt you very badly. Andy too. And even Harry. I’m sorry! I want to make it up to you. All of you. I need to!” “But I thought you didn’t want boys now, that you wanted Laney!” Jacob, said huskily, as he turned slightly sideways and spread his feet apart a bit more, so I could access his asshole more easily. He was breathing heavily already, and was moving his hips back and forth slightly as I said, “I tried to tell you before, I didn’t want to have sex with Laney. It just happened. I care about her as a friend, but I don’t love her. I do love you and I love Andy too. But I’m having trouble with the fact that my having sex with you and Andy, might be the cause of Mike’s and Dad’s deaths.” “So what’s different now?” he asked, as he began moaning softly as my hands continued to pleasure him. “That dream I had last night. It made me think a little differently.” I said. Jacob was gasping now and didn’t reply. I could tell he was fast approaching orgasm, as he tightened his grip on the grab-bar, and closed his eyes. Silently I continued sliding my soapy fist up and down Jacobs stiff rod, moving a little faster, and gripping it a bit tighter now. “Oh God!” he groaned, as I pressed a bit harder on his asshole and my finger popped through his sphincter and slid up into his rectum. I began finger fucking him, while jerking him off even faster. Jacob tilted his head back. His mouth was open, and I saw the ridge of his small adam’s apple bob up and down a couple times as he swallowed. Jacob’s hips were bucking back and forth and he was gasping for breath as I continued sliding my slippery finger in and out of his hole, while stroking away on his equally slippery cock. Suddenly Jacob gasped loudly, and I felt his sphincter clench my finger swiftly and tightly, as he ejaculated his first burst of cum, which splattered against the shower wall. “OH, John!” he exclaimed, as he squirted again! I continued pumping his cock, and shoving my finger in and out of his asshole, as he squirted at least another 5 gobs of cum against the wall. Finally, I noticed his legs were trembling, as his orgasm subsided. I slid my finger from his asshole, but slowly pumped up and down his hard dick, milking the last drops of cum from him. They oozed out his piss slit and eventually dropped to the shower floor. Jacob lowered his head back down and opened his eyes. He didn’t say anything. I took the hand held shower down and rinsed him off. When he was clean, he pulled the shower curtain back and stepped out. He looked back at me, a confused look on his face. “Thanks, that was good.” he said, then he wrapped a towel around himself and left, closing the door behind him. I was a bit surprised, and rather disappointed, that Jacob hadn’t remained in the shower and reciprocated for me, what I’d done for him. I was hard as a rock myself, so I didn’t bother taking time to think about what had just happened. Instead I soaped up and started jerking myself off. A couple minutes later, my cum joined Jacob’s as it washed down the drain. After I’d dressed, I found Jacob eating Wheatabix in the kitchen again. “I’ll start making better breakfasts again tomorrow,” I said. “It’s OK,” Jacob said. Then Elizabeth said, “hurry up and you’ll have time to switch the cars around, so you can start driving the Jaguar.” Jacob glanced at me. “OK,” I said. When we were ready to go, I went out and pulled my Anglia out onto the street and backed Dad’s Jag out of the garage, and onto the street. Then I pulled the Anglia into the Jag’s spot in the garage. Jacob was in the backseat of the Jag when I got back in. He didn’t say anything. As we drove to Harry’s I said to him, “So are we speaking again?” “I don’t know, maybe” was all he said. I let it go at that point, as we’d pulled up to Harry’s. Harry got into the backseat, and raised his eyebrows questioningly at Jacob. Jacob reached over and gave his crotch a gentle squeeze, and flashed a grin at him. We drove to school silently. After school, Harry and Jacob were waiting by my car as usual. Jacob told me he was spending the afternoon at Harry’s. So I dropped them both off there. Neither spoke to me any further. Jacob called later to say he was having supper at Harry’s, and Harry’s mother would drop him at home later that night. I had taken the call, which necessitated Jacob speaking to me. After he told me his plans, I said “Jacob, you and I need to talk soon.” Silence. “Jacob, I love you!” I said. Silence again, but finally, he said “I know”, then he hung up. HE KNEW! I allowed myself a small smile. Well – that was progress! Elizabeth was in the livingroom. I told her Jacob wouldn’t be home for supper. She told me she wasn’t hungry, that she’d had some soup just a little while before. Then she headed for the stairs. As she was about to start up them, she turned and said “Oh, by the way, Would it be OK with you if I spend the weekend, starting tomorrow afternoon, at my friend Julia’s? Can you stay with Jacob?” “Sure,” I said, smiling. This would give me a chance to patch things up with Jacob I hoped. She smiled and continued up the stairs. I didn’t feel hungry myself. I was getting more and more worried about Andy. Nobody’d seen him, or heard from him. I tried to call his house again. Still, no answer. I left yet another message on their answering machine. After sitting and thinking a few minutes, I grabbed my jacket and keys and left the house. I drove out to Andy’s house, and was somewhat surprised to see the lights on downstairs, since I’d just called the house and gotten no answer. I figured I must be in luck, that they’d just gotten home. I pulled in and went to the door, and rang the bell. Andy’s father opened the door. The initially pleasant look on his face contorted with anger when he saw it was me. “What da YOU want?” he asked sullenly. Andy’s father had always been so nice to me. I was completely taken aback this suddenly angry demeanor. Maybe I’d walked in on him and his wife having a quarrel. Swallowing, I rather timidly asked “Is Andy home?” “HA!” Andy’s older brother Ian said, appearing behind his father’s shoulder, and sneering at me, “Come to see your boyfriend did ya? You faggot!” Completely stunned, I took a step backward, and just stared at the two of them. “The sniveling little queer don’t live ‘ere no more!” his father snarled at me, “So quit yer callin’ and DON’T come back!” Then he slammed the door in my face. I stood gaping at the door, stunned, and feeling completely bewildered. What the hell had happened??? Where was Andy??? ——————————————————————————- The next chapter in this series will be published shortly.

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