Date: Sun, 19 Oct 2014 11:23:26 -0500 From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com> Subject: Life of a Twisted Twin Part 1 (part of My Twisted Next Door Neighbors series) (Remember, your donations allow everyone to enjoy this and other stories--please consider a donation to Nifty.org) Life of a Twisted Twin Part 1 (Fiction/fantasy, teen/college romance, incest) "Curt, get your ass up!" It was hard as hell to wake up for the first day of school. Thank god we didn't have to ride the bus anymore. Dad was yelling for me to get up for the second time, so I dragged myself up off the bed and into the shower. My twin brother Jeff was already up. I found him eating cereal at the table looking like a zombie. "Fuck I don't want to go to school." I told him. Sitting there naked, he burped and scratched his balls. His hair looked wild and crazy. He'd taken a shower, towel-dried his head, and left it a scrambled mess. Both of us had let our hair grow out. If you didn't know our personalities, it was very hard to tell us apart by appearance. "Get a move on or y'all will be late!" Dad yelled. "Yes sir," I mumbled. Dad was recently promoted to the day supervisor position in charge of the manufacturing teams at his plant. He wasn't fond of getting up early either, but he was taking it better than my twin and me. I decided to skip eating and walked to the shower. The lukewarm water felt good on my chest and back. I washed my hair and took the shower nozzle off its hook. I moved back to let the hose clear the shower caddy and sprayed my balls and hole. I figured they were clean enough after doing so. The important thing was my hair didn't look nasty. I went back to my room to dress. My room. It was still strange to imagine having my own room. I had moved into my big brother Dean's room. He'd moved out with his boyfriend Dave to a garage apartment in another town. It seemed so weird to not hear my twin brother breathing at night. It felt really strange at first. I had always felt I couldn't wait for my own room and privacy only to find it a little boring. I admired my tan in the mirror. Working on a construction sight over the summer gave my upper body a good tan. Once dressed, I got my backpack out and crammed it with the ridiculous school supplies I had to buy. Jeff was dressed and outside feeding the dogs. It was my turn to drive so I walked out and waited for him in our car until he was done. Eventually, we were on the road--both irritable and sleepy while heading to school for another dull day. - - - We were proud to have our own car even if it was kind of ugly. It drove really well, but had some cosmetic issues. Despite its appearance, our buddies were envious of us having our own wheels. As always, I drove very carefully on the country roads watching the speed limit. Dad had threatened to take the car away if we got any kind of traffic ticket. Once on the school campus, some friends gathered to talk before we went into the school building to find our "home rooms". Well, they were interested in talking to us until Byron drove up in his new sports car. Then everyone trailed over to check it out. My brother glared at the ground and walked onto towards the school buildings without looking back. The only thing that made the first day of school bearable was Phys. Ed. Class. I got to see all those hunky and semi-hunky jocks stripping in the locker room. Most guys just bared down to their underwear, but luckily other dudes stripped naked in order to put on a jock before putting on their workout shorts. I carefully watched out of the corner of my eye so that I didn't draw attention. I got half hard just by the smell of the room with its years of sweat and lack of ventilation. Mixed up on the odors were the scents of a dozen different deodorant sprays and colognes from the previous classes. The combination of fragrances was sexy. The coach made us run and practice stretches on that first day. There were several guys that didn't bring their shorts (on purpose or they forgot) and just sat on the sidelines. One in particular made me swoon. He had dark black hair, was skinny, and had a cute ass. He didn't bring workout clothes either but the coach let him ditch his shirt and run with us in his jeans. I purposely ran behind him to see the sweat build and creep down the small of his back. It slowly dripped into the waistline of his jeans. He ran in a brand new pair of Nike shoes. He had slight fuzz on his chest and when he lifted up his arm to wipe sweat off his forehead, I saw glorious black hairs sticking out of his pit. I hadn't seen that much body hair on anyone at school before. P.E. was my last class, so I didn't bother changing back into street clothes for the ride home. However, I did enjoy going back into the locker room to get my clothes and seeing various dudes dressing. I liked how some showered completely while others just pulled off their sweaty clothes and put their original stuff back on. I was fascinated with how guys looked with only some articles of clothing taken off (but not completely nude). Seeing them partially dressed was more erotic than totally naked. Funny how a nudist could be more turned on by clothed or partially clothed dudes, huh? As far back as I can remember, my twin brother and I were allowed to run around naked at home. Dad said Jeff and I would never keep our clothes on when we were really small and kept turning up naked--so he and mom just let us do it. It seemed so normal but eventually mom said we must never get naked away from home or brag about it anyone. We were told that other people were ignorant and closed-minded. Well, that's what mom said more or less in a way that a little kid can understand. So, we adapted. When we went to other kids' houses (and then later started school), we found out that no one ever ran around their house naked. We thought our secret at home was really cool. As soon as we got home from school, my brother and I would race to see who could strip first. Then we'd run around the house all crazy hooting and hollering in the buff. There was nothing sexual about it. We did notice how my oldest brother Dean didn't run around naked--neither did mom or dad. Dean did go around in a towel all day after his bath, I remember. If we barged in on my parents and they weren't dressed, they didn't scold us but told us to leave. Dad walked around in a towel or underwear all the time like Dean. He never shut the bedroom door or the bathroom door when he showered. Mom closed the door but we'd see her wrapped in a towel covering her tits and waist. Any accidental naked sightings of my parents were just funny to me and Jeff. After we got older, say around eleven or twelve, Dean began to close his door a lot. It was way after mom died and he had to baby-sit us when dad worked nights. We lived in a trailer park in the countryside by then. We kept sneaking around wondering why he was closed up in his room. Finally one day we barged in and found him beating off naked! He didn't cover up but told us to get out. When we didn't, he just kept jerking his meat until he sprayed jizz all over. We thought it was the coolest thing and asked for him to do it again. He did. Every night. He gave up on keeping us out of his room. If we suspected that he was jacking off, we'd run to his room and watch. He was jacking off several times a day. Soon, we asked to help and we were jacking him off while he laid back with his eyes closed. To us, his dick looked massive and his balls were so cool. He had pubic hair which fascinated us. We started jacking ourselves soon after that when we turned twelve years old. We were able to shoot a tiny load on our first attempt. We were hooked after that. We jacked off everywhere in the house but dad got pissed at first--especially when he sat in my wet cum on his favorite chair in the living room. He told us to control ourselves and go to our room and do it. He never said we shouldn't do it. After dad accepted us jacking off, Dean sometimes went naked at home like after a shower. Dad didn't care. In fact around that time he stopped sleeping with the door shut and anyone of could see him dozing nude. So you see, with nudity being a way of life, I was a little desensitized when seeing guys undress in the locker room. I loved seeing guys stripping or dressing again. I loved seeing guys with some kind of clothes on while another part of them was exposed...like walking around in just a jock with their butt cheeks flexing. I was intrigued by the guys that put put on sox first, then a shirt and put on pants last. I felt they were secretly exhibitionists. Also I loved when dudes kept their pants on but took just their shirt off and strutted around spraying on deodorant or primping their hair in the mirror. I was always lucky to get an eyeful each day. - - - I tried to talk to Jeff on the way home about all the hot guys in my classes, but he didn't seem interested. He hadn't recovered after the break-up with his first boyfriend, Byron. Byron was a cute redhead that we originally met in Junior High. He and my brother had been secretly dating until Byron broke it off. Jeff was infatuated with him from the get-go. We hung out with him a lot by going to the mall, seeing movies, hanging in the arcade, etc. Jeff and I spent many weekends at his fancy home in the expensive part of town. At Byron's, despite there being so many places to hang like the pool, pool house, multiple bedrooms, there was always his nosey mom hovering about. In outings, Jeff could never get Byron alone because we went out in groups of friends from school. Finally, he spent the night with us one time during which I pretended to fall asleep on the couch (so the two of them could go off to the bedroom). I found out the next day what happened. Jeff outright kissed Byron during a conversation and Bryon didn't even freak. They got naked and fooled around until the sun came up. They sucked and jacked off together, but that was their first and last sexual experience. Two days later, Byron told Jeff that he was really into girls and what they did was wrong. He also said he was going with Lisa Freeman and they were in love. We didn't buy it. She was just a gal that loved hanging around us boys for fun. She seemed liked a dyke to me. We both knew he was queer like us. It just didn't make sense. I had wondered if Bryon's religious parents had found out somehow and made him feel ashamed so he ditched my brother. That experience made Jeff feel really frustrated. Jeff was depressed for days and would never talk about it. I tried to cheer him up, but it was no use. He eventually perked up on his own, but he acted sort of jaded after that. Me...I still hadn't found my first boyfriend by the time I had my own private room. I was forever fantasizing about the cute boy I was going to meet at the mall or at school who would steal my heart away. My ideal boyfriend would be out of the closet. I imagined having a dude who would send me cards, play a guitar and sing to me, be a great kisser, etc. I was always saving pics of cute guys on the internet. I spent a lot of time on my big brother's old laptop. I loved watching videos of cute guys on Youtube.com skateboarding and doing crazy stunts. I especially loved watching guys saggin' and letting their pants fall to the middle of their boxer covered butts. I collected pics of dudes in jocks and wife beater shirts. I especially loved jockstraps. At that point, my cute guy folder had over four hundreds photos in it. I almost never went to bed without cumming first from pouring over those photos...and after that I would fantasize even more while lying there in the dark until I fell asleep. Jeff, on the other hand, didn't bother with my type of romantic fantasies. I no longer saw him ogling eye candy like me--he paid attention to the world of porn instead. I would point out hot guys around us and he'd half smile and nod his head. I was a hopeless romantic. When Jeff jacking to porn, I noticed he loved watching guys fucking the most. He'd skip the beginning of hot videos (skipping the foreplay) and went straight to the fuck scenes to shoot his loads. While I loved watching guys kiss and do oral sex, Jeff liked the basic raw sex of the "fuck and cum" type of videos. - - - I'd had no real "boyfriend" but I'd had three sexual partners already. When Dave moved in next door in the old trailer park, Dean started having sex with him. Dean left Dave in charge of watching us a few times. We came on to Dave one night and started jacking him off. We'd jacked off Dean dozens of times, so we thought it was normal to try it to Dave. Eventually, we messed around with the two of them together. Later on, dad started messing around with them. He even let us fuck Dave and Dean in front of him before he did the same. In between all of that, Jeff and I jacked each other daily, sucked each other off, and later began fucking one another. It was casual, no strings sex anytime one of us wanted it. It felt natural and normal. Dean had never cared if my bother and I messed around with Dave. When Dave and Dean had drama going on, Dave would take advantage of the arrangement and have one of us over. I had a huge crush on him for months after. Who wouldn't? He is short but muscular. He has an easy going expression but when angry he looks like he wants to kill your ass. He's handsome...not in a model way but like a regular, everyday, masculine way. I think Jeff was crushing on him too before Byron came along. It was Dave that took us on separately and showed us how to actually kiss, edge for a long time, suck a dick correctly, and how to take it like a good bottom. Jeff and I took baths together as kids. As we reached our teens, we showered together--especially after we discovered sex. The showers included horsing around but later included blow jobs and mutual jack-offs. Although we had our own beds when we got older, we'd often mess around on the same bed and then fall asleep together. After we got our own rooms, I missed that. I knew I could just get up and go into the other room if I was horny, but I missed him being in the same room. I missed hearing him breath, the warmth, his smells, etc. - - - After that first week of school, we were so glad for the weekend to finally come. That Friday night, I hit the sack early at around ten o'clock. Just as I was nearly asleep, my door opened and Jeff came in. He closed the door behind him. "What's up bro?" "You wanna do some gaming? He asked. "Naw, I'm beat." "That's cool." He pretended to lay on me and squash me. "Damn this bed is bumpy!" That began a wrestling match that eventually had me on top and with him pinned down. After he realized his defeat, I slid off and turned the lamp on. We both sat there laughing and out of breath. "I've got two classes with him," he said out of the blue. I knew he meant Byron. "That's rough dude. Did he talk to you at all?" I asked. "Nothing. What a prick. I can't believe it. It would be different if we had a fight over something legitimate...or if I found out he was cheating. But to just break it off and say it was over a girl...what-fucking-ever, dude." "You still want him huh?" "I think I just want to know why he dumped me. It eats at me, you know?" "There's plenty of hot dudes bedsides him. Good ones." I said (to cheer him up). "You're right bro." I stood up and he slapped me on the ass. I was too tired to fight back. "I guess I'll hit the sack," he said. "Did you wanna talk or somethin'?" "Nope, I just came to bug you." "Oh, cool. Well, good night, dude." He slipped out of the room and went into his own. I heard the door shut behind him and the sound of him plopping on his mattress. I knew him pretty well. He'd come over to my room because he felt lonely. I turned off the lamp and opened the door and walked into his room. I sat on his bed in the dark and felt him immediately move over. I squeezed onto the bed with my butt pressing against his hip as he lay on his back and me on my side. We both drifted to sleep quickly. - - - Saturday, we all were invited to Dean's for some grilled burgers and hotdogs. Dad reluctantly let us use our car to take us there but under the condition that he sat up front. Jeff steered and Dad pretended to be at ease. I could see him glancing at the speedometer often and casually gripping the door handle when coming to a stop. He said nothing to insult Jeff's driving, but from the back seat I sensed him wincing more than once. My stomach had growled the entire way over--I was starving. Good food was hard to come by at home after Dave (an awesome cook) and Dean moved out. So, I was anxious to eat some of Dave's cooking again. Twenty minutes later after leaving home, we arrived at Dean's. Dave and Dean rented a tiny apartment in the backyard of two older, gay men. Their landlords said that they could use the pool to entertain friends--which was really cool. They hadn't lived there long and we were curious to see how they'd fixed up the placed after settling in. We arrived and parked in the street in front of the large, older home. As instructed, we walked to the side of the house and through a huge wooden gate. The backyard was entirely a large garden with a pool and deck. On a concrete slab, a grill was smoking. The air above it was blurred in a mini-mirage from the heat inside. The good smells coming from it made my mouth water. Jeff looked at me as if we read each others minds thinking, "When do we eat?" Dave came out looking fine as fuck in a tight wife-beater, barefooted, and gym shorts. His nipples were erect and stuck out through the thin fabric. The gym shorts were short and showed off his nice hairy legs. We each hugged him while dad shook his hand. It seemed odd watching them act only like buddies instead of the lovers they had been for quite a while. We followed Dean inside to see the latest progress in their place. The walls were covered with huge two oversized canvasses of Dean's artwork. While the paintings were colorful, the furniture and other décor was done in gray tones. New to us was a huge coffee table made of industrial metal and with a clean glass cover on top. "Oh that's cool" Jeff said. "We made that one together," Dean explained. "The frame was made from pieces we found at the salvage yard. Dave's boss let us use the garage on a weekend. We cut and welded the parts into a frame to fit the glass we'd found at a garage sale. It weighs a fucking ton." "It's bad ass!" I said. Dean gave us each a casual hug. Dave had walked into the tiny kitchen and pulled a tray of raw burgers out of the fridge and headed back out into the heat to put them on the grill. I looked out the window and admired his butt. Once back inside, Dad and Dave talked about motor issues with dad's truck and I tuned out (so boring). Jeff looked a little restless as neither of us cared about their mechanical talk. Dean looked at us with sympathy and winked. "You guys wanna take a dip before we eat?" "Hell yeah!" we said in unison. "Go grab some of my shorts upstairs in the bottom drawer," he suggested. It was a good suggestion as we'd both worn new denim shorts. Sitting around in the wet wouldn't have been comfortable after swimming and we couldn't sit around naked. Next, we were running noisily up the stairs to change clothes. Once in their bedroom, I obviously pulled the wrong drawer open first. In it was Dave's underwear, several jock straps in different colors and styles, and a humongous double ended dildo. "Holy fuck!" I said and pulled it out. "You think they use that often?" Jeff asked. "Probably since they don't get dad's fat dick up their asses anymore." We both high-fived after our clever remarks and closed the drawer back after I crammed the dildo back in. The other drawer was full of different kinds of shorts neatly folded up. We each picked a pair and changed into them. As we stomped down the steep stairs, I nearly slipped and fell. "What your step dude!" Dean called out. Dad just shook his head. "You boys are always in a hurry," he said grinning. We raced out to the pool and jumped into the cool water. The water was cooler than I expected for such a hot day. September in that part of Texas often felt like it was still summer, so it was common to go swimming that time of the year. The pool wasn't large enough to do any real swimming, so we just splashed around and acted the fool. Dean joined us and we tried to duck each other under the water. Dad sat in a chair outside talking to Dave while he put on some hotdogs. The food smells were killing me. Another twenty or so minutes passed until Dave set a card table up outside and started laying out paper plates and food containers. "Get our asses out of the pool if you want to eat!" Dave called out finally. We raced out of the water and toweled off. Deans old shorts were transparent after being soaked from the water and my dick and balls showed through the material. Jeff's shorts weren't transparent but had a hole in the back above his crack. We grabbed Cokes out of cooler sitting by the pool. On the card table there was a package hot dog and hamburger buns, mustard, ketchup, grated onions, shredded cheese, jalapenos--the works. Dave had toasted several buns on the grill and they were lying on a plate with butter glistening in the sun. Jeff and I piled our burgers up with whatever would fit into them. Dave pulled out some sliced potatoes from the grill which were beautifully browned. I noticed dad was putting as much on his plate as we were. Guacamole was served in a small plastic bowl with green leaf things on top. Once my paper plate was crammed with food, I chomped down on the delicious burger. It was worth the wait. The meat had been flavored with salt and pepper plus some spice I didn't recognize. Juice from the meat ran down my chin. "What's this green stuff on top?" Jeff asked about the guacamole. "Cilantro. I used to put it in the tortilla soup. You don't remember?" Dave answered. "Oh yeah." Jeff answered. We didn't always know what Dave had put in food anyway when he lived with us. We were often his guinea pigs for testing new recipes. Meals had greatly suffered after he'd moved out. We were back to eating frozen dinners and carry-out stuff. Dad was good at cooking homemade chili and steaks, but we could only eat that stuff so many times. Personally, I had no desire to get in the kitchen and tackle dinner myself. Mediocre food was better than the burnt shit that I'd likely put out. Jeff had only mastered the microwave. So, with Dave's food before me, I took advantage and ate until my belly nearly burst. "So how's business?" Dad asked Dave. "We're doing great. We nearly have our costs under control for the most part. We're going to be participating in three different events in the next two months. There will be several other food trucks in each one. Most will have an entrance fee but if we sell for the duration of the events, we'll make a profit. Three of them are at sports events and the other a music festival. There's going to be heavy competition, but we'll have the best fuckin' tacos out of any of them." "Great attitude, guy!" dad replied. "They say a newspaper dude is gonna be there. If they mention our truck by name, then that will be great for business." Dave looked sexy as he talked excitedly about business. They continued to talk the food truck business, Twisted Tacos, that Dave ran with his buddy Ricky. Having participated in the testing of their recipes, I had to agree their food was damn good. They sold tacos available in five different meats with custom-made salsas. They prepped some of their meats at home but cooked them and sold them in their food truck all over Dallas and Fort Worth. Dad and Dave continued talking on and on. It was good to see dad having a good time. He'd become moody in the years that followed mom's death. Back then, on weekends he'd go drinking leaving us at home with Dean having to watch us. On mom and dad's anniversary or her birthday, he'd stay drunk in his room and then sleep for hours. We really didn't understand that it wasn't normal until we got older and found out other kids' dads didn't do that. I didn't know if his fling with Dean and Dave snapped him out of it, but I was glad he'd changed. In the time leading up to Dean moving out, as a family we did things together like going fishing, attending football games, and more for the first time in ages. Dad's overall attitude lightened up and he laughed a lot more. It was really cool. As I forced the last bit of a hotdog into my mouth, I thought about my own future. I admired Dave's ambition to have his own business, but I had no drive to do so. I had no desire to go to college. Most of all I couldn't wait to get out of high school. School would be the death of me. My grades were average even though I knew I could do better. I just didn't want to be there. Jeff and I were smart enough to understand the algebra and geometry crap at school, but it was boring. We often did each other's homework--I would do his geometry and he'd do my algebra. We had different teachers but their lesson plans were the same old shit. Of course, half my classes I had to do my own work but I only cracked a book to read the minimum needed to understand the lesson. The stories we were forced to reading in my English classes just didn't move me. I wanted only to graduate and then get a steady job--like dad. Just then, Dave brought out dessert--chocolate sundaes. A trip to the toilet and some loud ass burps gave me just enough room to get the sundae down. It was delicious. I lay back on one the pieces of modern lawn furniture to rest after eating. It was a flat wooden box painted white with a long pad on it. It was in the shade of large shrubs so the heat wasn't so bad. Now and then a breeze blew and cooled the yard a little. The last thing I noticed was dad and Dave drinking beers and laughing about something with Dean. Then I dozed off. - - - I woke up feeling sticky and sweaty, but it was dark outside. I lifted my body off the cushion and sat up groggily. "You ready to go bud?" Dave was standing over me shirtless in those damn skimpy gym shorts. I thought I was dreaming at first until I remembered where I was and why I was there. I sat up straight and shook my head. The patio lights on the main house shined though the fabric and I could see a silhouette of his balls. Dave reached out for my hand and pulled me up off the low bench. My dick stirred as his strong and warm hand latched onto my forearm. "Your dad's getting ready to split." he said. When I was standing upright, he let go and then yelled back into the house. "He's up now!" Apparently, everyone had left me outside as the sun went down as they visited indoors. Jeff had fallen asleep but indoors where it was cooler. He was recovering as I walked inside. I was pissed that I fell asleep before the food was put way and I didn't get to go back for seconds. As I stood there, everyone was saying their goodbyes. I asked them to wait for me so I could go take a piss. Once my bladder was drained again, we strolled outside in a group to walk out to the car. Just then, the men who lived in the main house came out to sit by the pool. Dean introduced us to them. I noticed that dad froze at first when the taller guy stepped all the way under the floodlight. After his momentary double-take, he immediately acted normal again but hurried us out through the gate. "You know that guy, dad?" Jeff asked. "I thought he was someone I'd met before, but I dunno." He dropped the subject fast. "Let's get on back, it's getting late." I pulled out my cell phone and it was only half past nine. Dad would be up at least until midnight on a Saturday. I shrugged it off. "What's that?" I asked Jeff as he drove. He had a plastic bag in his lap with a large lump in it. "Dave sent the rest of the food home with us. We'll eat good tomorrow!" "Fuck man, those were some wicked burgers!" I said. I felt hungry again despite all the food I'd binged on. Dad seemed to be relaxed after having multiple beers and was tapping his fingers on the door to the music on the radio instead of holding on for dear life. He turned up the radio and sang with the New Wave song (we had to put it on his 80's station) as we stopped at the local railroad tracks. A train was passing and the red caution lights flashed off and on. In the dark, I noticed dad's profile. For being so old, he was really good lookin' still. I started thinking about the way he used to fuck Dave. As I remembered their loud and vocal fuck sessions, my dick got hard. Sitting there in the dark back seat, I pulled out my dick and spit on my hand. I pictured myself on my hands and knees like Dave used to do. I imagined that guy from P.E. class (who worked out in his jeans) plowing me all animalistic while sweating like he did that day. The long train was still blocking our way. After a minute, I was grunting and squirting jizz on the back of dad's car seat. "You go, bro!" Jeff snickered. Jeff had seen my face contorting in the rear view mirror. Dad sighed and laughed. Having never put my shirt or shoes back on after swimming, I pulled the shorts off to be totally naked. I wiped my jizz on my leg. A few minutes later, we drove up to gate of our property. Dad jumped out and opened the gate and Jeff drove on through. He put the car in park long enough for dad to close the gate and hop back in. We drove through the dark trees on the gravel drive until we reached the clearing around the house. The dogs were barking like crazy until we got out of the car. The minute I stepped out, they recognized us and made whining sounds while running circles in their large pen. "I'll be out here!" I told them. Dad and Jeff went on inside. I put down my clothes and shoes and opened the gate to the pen. I was immediately attacked by Thelma and Louise. I got on the ground and wrestled with them until they were tired. After giving them equal petting and attention, I filled up their water bowls and checked their food. Once done, I left the pen and latched it closed. They got up again and whined for me to come back. I'd gotten dirty horsing around with them, so I hosed my body off before going back inside. As I walked in, I heard Jeff talking to dad about him working on the weekends again. "Bro, you wanna go get job applications with me tomorrow?" "Yeah, ok." I'd forgotten about that. Neither of us wanted to go back to our old jobs we had during the last school year. I'd saved a decent amount of cash from our summer construction job, but it would run out eventually. No money meant no gas. No gas meant no freedom. "Wake me when you get up." After hanging for a while, I went to bed. Jeff stayed in the living room and I heard the channels changing on the TV. When I turned on my bedroom light, I could see into dad's room. He was naked and dozing on his back and with legs slightly spread. His cock was flaccid and lay to the side of his nuts. I closed the door and turned on the laptop. I ran my slideshow of hot guy pics. My dick got hard...despite jacking off less than an hour before, I was horny again. With no warning, the door opened. "Can I used the laptop?" Jeff asked. "Yeah, but I was bout to rub one out." I said. "Ok, I'll help you out." In the scant light, the photos on the small screen passed...each one displaying for several seconds. My dick got rock hard. I spit on my hand and lubed up my dick. I began at a medium speed. I marveled at the hotties flashing on the screen. Curt did help out by getting his finger wet and sliding his hand under my ass. Lying on the bed, I lifted my ass up for him to enter and then put my weight back down. "Pause that one!" I said. He hit the space bar and the slideshow froze. I gazed at a cute blonde guy probably about twenty one years old. He was sitting in an inner tube holding a beer. His butt was in the center of the tube with his legs hanging over the side, back and arms sticking out oppositely. He had on wet cutoffs and the head of his dick was barely sticking out above the waist of the shorts. Jeff wiggled three fingers and dug around in my ass while I beat off furiously. Suddenly, he bent over and sucked on my tit. I started cumming. I didn't shoot much jizz but it sure felt good. "Okay, take it." I gasped. He wiped his fingers on his leg and grabbed the laptop. I grabbed a dirty sock and wiped my cum up with it. I tossed it back onto the floor. I was ready to sleep again. - - - I applied at our local grocery store and got hired as a night stocker. Jeff got a job at the nearby Wal-Mart. Luckily, our schedules would likely never overlap, so we could drive ourselves to work. We planned for me to come home Fridays and nap until almost ten at night, then I'd drive into town and work from ten-thirty until six or so in the morning. Once home, the car would be available all day for Jeff until I needed it again at night. I was going to work Friday and Saturday nights...Jeff would work Saturday and Sunday in the daytime. The first weekend went off without a hitch. Come Sunday morning, I was beat. My job consisted of helping unload a truck, pushing out pallets of boxes/cases of food, and stocking shelves with a team of guys. After stocking was done, we had to front-face all items two deep on every aisle. It was good, hard work that required exercise and speed. A lot of guys were competitive and we raced to see who could finish first. It reminded me of the track competitions that my brother and I had entered the year before at school--and I wanted to win! Most of the guys were around my age and some quite hot. We all had to wear jeans and a stupid brown polo shirt. Throughout the night, I got sweaty all over. I was plain tired by the end. Our night shift manager, Craig, had to inspect the aisles before we left. Guys would get pissed at having to redo a section after night customers had shopped and messed up something or left a "hole" where the product they bought had been. We'd have to pull the cans or boxes out forward to the edge of the shelf to make it look full again. As soon as I got home, I'd eat and then hit the sack until early evening. It felt weird waking up at twilight and going bed just after sunrise. I felt like I missed out on the daytime events around the house. On the first weekend, I didn't even speak to Jeff again after I went to work Friday night until Monday morning when we got up for school. - - - The next week of school was dull again and I was actually looking forward to work again. The next Friday night went by quickly after I had learned the stocking routine. My manager complimented me on my speediness and attention to detail. I hadn't really tried to impress him--I'd just been trying to do the job as I was told while working hard and jamming to the music on my ipod. At night, we all had to park in a small section that was close to the door but to the side of the store as to allow plenty of room for the customers. On the following Saturday morning I walked out to my car, I noticed a guy leaning against the building of the carwash next door. It was a new full service carwash that had opened a few weeks before. It was the first one in town like that...was the kind where you drove through an automated tunnel and then at the end guys dried your car, did your tires, etc. It was quite dark out for that time of day and spooky dark clouds floated above. I heard a low rumble of thunder. The guy standing outside looked tired and sad. He was skinny like me, but was Latino and kind of short. I thought he was really cute. I couldn't tell his age...maybe he was around twenty five or so. I saw that he was trying to light a cigarette but his lighter wasn't working. He kept trying over and over. He saw me staring at him and our eyes made contact. He nodded and smiled. My face felt hot and I turned away suddenly. Just then, bright light flashed and deafening thunder cracked. I jumped in surprise at the loud noise that sounded like an explosion. Raindrops began pelting the window one at a time and then it all let loose. I rolled the window up as fast as I could and turned the wipers on. I glanced back over at the dude at the carwash and saw he had no cover except for the tiny awning over the front door of the carwash. I wondered why he didn't go take cover in the grocery store...perhaps he'd get even more soaked. I felt bad for him and decided to drive over to the front of the building he at. As the wind blew, I knew he was going to get drenched if he stayed there. I put the car in "drive", pulled out onto the road, and turned into the carwash lot. I drove up next to him and rolled down the window. "You want a ride to the store?" I yelled. He squinted and looked confused. Up close he was even shorter than I had judged from a distance. "You want to go over there?" I pointed to the store. He finally understood and ran to the passenger door and hopped in. With the cute dude all wet and flustered, I became horny. I decided it would be even better if he sat in the car to wait out the storm. "You should wait in here until it stops," I suggested. Then he turned to me and looked directly at me. I felt my heart jump as those sad brown eyes and long lashes looked my way. His cheeks were a little sunken and he looked very tired...but so hot! He hesitated, but after more loud thunder, nodded in agreement. "Thank you, friend!" he said out of breath. He acted a little nervous at first. "Why did you get there so early dude? I don't think they open for a while." I asked. "I have to walk here so I am not late," he said. His accent was adorable but a little hard to understand. I admired his short, solid black hair that had been brushed straight back and was now flattened by the rain. He had a thin little mustache under his nose and a tiny bit of whiskers on his chin. "Oh yeah? Where did you walk from?" He told me the street and I was shocked. It was really far to walk from...especially in the hot weather. I looked down at his beat up, leather work shoes and worn out black jeans. His blue t-shirt had the name of the carwash on it. "Wow, that's really far dude. You should get a car!" I felt really stupid after saying that. Of course he wouldn't be walking if he could get a fucking car. I was such a dumbass. "Do they open at eight?" I asked. He shook his head. The time on my phone was seven-fifteen. The rain beat down on the roof of the car and showed no signs of letting up. My stomach growled and I was dying for breakfast. "Let's go to McDonald's and grab some food!" I said. He just nodded. I pulled out of the parking lot and back onto the main road. The rain let up just a bit but stayed steady. After we entered the completely empty McDonald's drive thru lane, I cracked my window just enough to yell out my order. "What do you want bud?" I asked. "Oh nah-thing,' he said. I shrugged my shoulders and we drove up to the covered area where the window was. I gave the woman at the window my cash and she handed me the bag of food and a large Dr. Pepper. I drove back down to the carwash and it started to rain even harder. I parked and opened the bag of food. He sat there quietly with his hands in his lap. I looked down at the three sausage biscuits and single hash brown in my bag and felt like a pig. I pulled one of the biscuit sandwiches out and put it in his lap. "Eat!" I said. He looked at me and smiled. I swooned at his smile and I felt my pits getting sticky. He ate the biscuit like he was starving. I slowly ate mine and didn't say anything. When he was done, I handed him the hash brown. "Go ahead, dude. I ordered more than I thought I could eat." I could really have eaten it all and still be hungry but I felt bad for him. He slowly ate the hash brown. I held up my drink up and offered him some of my soft drink. He nervously took the cup and drank just a little from the straw. He handed it back to me and finished his food. The longer we sat there the more I dug him. Who was this guy that just suddenly appeared out of now where? When he looked at me again and smiled, I wanted to grab him and kiss him. My dick grew hard in my jeans. The rain abruptly stopped and just sprinkles were hitting the window. A crack in the clouds allowed some sunlight to break through and it seemed that the storm had passed. Just then another car drove into the lot. "That's my manager," he said in that accent again. Just before he touched the lever to open the door, I immediately stuck my hand out to shake. "I'm Curt. I work in the store at night!" "Antonio," he said. He shook my hand and nervously looked at his boss getting out of the car. "Gracias. Thank you for the food and for the car." "No problem dude...see you around." I drove home with the radio blaring...I was in love! - - - I worked hard the next night. I wanted to get done on time without a hitch so I could see Antonio walking to work again. As usual, my manger Craig was a stickler. He had us all redo an end cap over again. I was fuming and the other guys were grumbling after Craig walked away. Mr. Lopez, the store manager, arrived and was pointing as a display while talking to Craig. I encouraged the other guys to just shut up and do it quickly so we could go home. We knocked it out in five minutes. I rushed to the time clock and hit the buttons to log out. I rushed out to my car and there he was...sitting all alone on the concrete step at the front door of the carwash. He looked my wave and nodded. "Hey dude, what's up?" I shouted as I walked over to him. "Hola!" he said. It my first chance to see him in full daylight. He looked really tired...more so than the day before. Still, when he looked up at me I wanted to hug him. He'd probably freak out. He acted masculine and I had no reason to believe he wasn't straight. I noticed his shoes were off and were sitting next to his feet. He had on socks that were once white but looked gray and worn out. There was a hole on the side of his left heel and I could see light colored skin. He wiggled his toes in the tattered socks. "Hey, there's no rain today!" I said. I wasn't sure what else to say. "Yes, no rain! It's good for me. I don't get tips when it rains." he said. He looked me in the eyes and laughed. "But here I get wet anyway!" I sat down next to him and chatted. I often couldn't understand what he said and asked him to repeat it. The more we talked, the better I understood him. I just asked him about his job and told him what I did next door. I felt my dick get hard off and on as I looked into his slim little face and blinking brown eyes. I wanted to take him home and ravage him. Instead, I settled for twenty five minutes of conversation until the owner arrived. The owner looked white, but started rattling off Spanish to Antonio and he got up quickly. He followed the guy inside, but waved back to me as I got up. I walked back to my car by the store and sat there for awhile. Shortly after, I saw a few other Mexican guys drive up in a car. As they got out, I saw they all wore the same t-shirt as Antonio. I sat there for awhile and watched the guys set up, turn on hoses, wheel out a cart of cleaners and towels, etc. Soon, cars began driving into the carwash parking lot and up to the entrance of the drive-thru section. One guy directed the car into the bay until the wheels locked into the mechanical track which moved the car into the spinning brushes and sprays. When the cars drove out the other end, they pulled into a space and Antonio wiped down their tires and dried the exterior. He quickly wiped the windows. Once done, the driver opened their door and handed him some dollar bills. My stomach growled and fatigue was setting in, so I started the car and drove off. Just before leaving the parking lot, I grabbed my phone snapped a photo of Antonio as he stood up and rubbed his back. I drove straight home and jacked off immediately. I fantasized about kissing Antonio and imagined how his dick looked. I wondered if it was uncut. After squirting my daily load, I ate a peanut butter sandwich hit the sack. - - - I woke up in the late Sunday afternoon by the sound of dad's electric saw shrilling outside my window. I pulled the curtain back and saw he was fastening a new mailbox to a freshly cut, wooden post. I closed the curtain and lay back on the bed. I grabbed my phone and stared at the picture of Antonio. I tried to enlarge it to see him better, but it just made it look pixilated. I heard Jeff coming in from work. He loudly stomped to his room and closed the door hard. I heard the thud of his shoes clunking onto the floor after he took them off. He didn't sound like he was in a good mood--he usually tried to stay quiet when I slept. I got up and walked into his room. "What's all that damn noise for dude?" "Sorry to you wake you up man, but I had a shitty day. There was this fuckin' bitch that made me bring out two different treadmills to her from the stockroom only for her to ask for another model that was already out on the floor! You know those boxes are huge. I didn't know where the fuck any of the other guys were so I had to load it alone. Then a cashier called me up to the front and asked me to help carry it out to her car. That 'ho' bitched about the way I was trying to put it in. Then I yelled at her and told her it was a dumbass idea to try to come buy something so huge in a goddamn tiny car!" He began taking his clothes off. "They sent me home after I yelled at her. The funny thing was that two people on the sidewalk clapped when I was done yelling...but I'm probably fired." "Don't worry dude, there's better jobs out there. You'll find one right away." "Yeah, I know." he said defeated. - - - Dad came back in to grab some water and asked Jeff why he was home so early. "I thought you were working all day bud," he said. "Yeah, well dad..." Then I heard him tell the whole story in detail to dad. I expected dad to yell at him. "Make sure you get paid for all the hours you were there today," was all he said. Then dad went back out to put the mailbox in the ground out by the gate. I walked into the living room. "Well, that went well," I said. "Yeah, what's that all about?" Jeff said puzzled. "I thought he was gonna chew me out!" He plopped down on the couch and flipped through the channels while looking for something interesting to watch. I noticed my phone was next to him, so I picked it up and pulled up Antonio's photo. "Look at the dude I met!" I said excitedly. I told him the whole story about the rain, McDonald's, etc. He listened, but had a look in his face that I didn't like. "What?" I asked "You don't think he's cute?" "Yeah, he's cute in a rough kind of way, but bro...you fall for guys so easily all the time." I frowned and pulled my phone away from him. "Seriously dude, remember you had the crush on Willie Jackson in Algebra, then Jake Sanders in History...there's that new guy in your gym class. Our mail man before that--there's the dude at Whataburger, then--" "Okay, shut up!" I snapped. "You just fall for guys so easily dude, guys that are straight or married...you know what I mean?" I just ignored him and pulled up a game on my phone. I punched the buttons angrily and ignored him. He shrugged his shoulders and went back to clicking the TV remote. I decided he was just bitter because of his mess with Byron. Red-faced, I got up went to my room and closed the door hard. I lay on the bed, put ear buds in, and played music loudly on my MP3 player. I sat the phone next to my pillow and pulled up Antonio's picture again. How dare Jeff bitch about me falling for unobtainable guys! He was hung up on a closeted dude, so he had no room to talk. I just stared and stared at the photo. I was wishing it was Saturday morning already. I rubbed my dick and fantasized... "Oh Antonio,' I mumbled as is jacked off. To be continued... 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