Date: Sun, 23 Nov 2014 15:42:40 -0600
From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Life of a Twisted Twin Part 12

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(Fiction/fantasy, teen/high school romance, incest)

The first week of working full time kicked my ass even though I'd
taken a break before it.  It seemed that there was more stocking to do
during the weekdays and less stockers on duty.  I had to twice as hard
as I did on weekends.  Some of the guys I knew already from my usual
Friday shift, but there were some others that I'd never met.  While I
knew some them, the weekday team didn't have the same chemistry.
According to my manager, one regular weeknight guy was on vacation and
one other had quit.  That explained the smaller staff.

All week JJ and I worked hard overnight and then drove home to hand
the car over to Jeff each morning.  We were always fucking hungry when
we got home.  Once home, we made breakfast or had leftovers at before
crashing for the day.  That week we were so tired each morning that we
didn't bother having sex.  When we got up, we were hungry again and
just ate.  Sometimes I went back to sleep again until an hour or two
before we had to leave again.  Instead of sleeping most of the day,
once he got up, read or watched TV.  Daytime was too hot for bicycle
riding and he was too tired to do it after work.

On the next Saturday, JJ got another letter from his mother's friend
Jennifer.  She had found a copy of their college graduation program
and copied it.  On the photocopy there were names of the college
graduates.  She had circled a single name on the paper.  JJ stared at
the paper for a long time.  Impatiently I pulled the letter from his
hands and read it aloud.

"Hey hon, great news.  I found the graduation program from college
which has your daddy's name listed.  I've hi-lighted it and circled
it."

The moment I saw the name "Ahmed Khalid" I got chills.  The letter was
only a short note followed by only her signature.
"Justin Jeffrey Khalid," I said aloud. "That's what your name should be."

He didn't act moody, but he didn't get excited.  Instead, he calmly
went to the computer and searched for his dad's name in a popular
social media site.  He found several, but all were listed in other
countries and none in Texas.

"Maybe he's not in Texas anymore," I suggested.

He tried using a basic search engine and came up with a ton of stuff
from foreign dudes to Arab sites.  Then he tried narrowing it down by
putting in, "Graduated at..." and filled in the college name.  Suddenly,
the screen filled with a popular business networking site profile.
There was no photo, but there was a partial online resume.

"There can't be two guys graduating that year with the same name!" I stated.

The next few minutes were spent registering on the website and
creating a fake profile.  I suggested doing so in order for JJ to
search within the website for Amhed's full profile.  Once found, it
listed accounting jobs that the man had held.  It listed his home city
as Austin.

"Oh cool, he's only a few hours away!" I shouted.

JJ remained calm but I got excited.

"We can't be a hundred percent sure this guy is my father.  He might
just have the same name."

I shrugged my shoulders.  He just stared at the scene.

"Send him a message on here dude.  What have you got to lose?"

He clicked on a link to send Ahmed an invitation to "be in his
network".  When the tiny screen popped up, it allowed for a short
message to be sent with the invitation.  He lifted his hand to type
and it was kind of shaky.  Standing behind him, I kissed him on the
back of his neck.  He started typing.  His message said:

"I believe that you were a close friend of my mother, Grace Myers.
She has recently passed.  I would like very much to meet and speak
with you. I know this message must be strange--especially if I have
contacted the wrong person.  - Justin Myers".

Without hesitation, he clicked the "send" button and the message
disappeared.  There was nothing to do but wait.

- - -

My manager gave me and JJ Friday and Sundays off for our summer
schedule.  It was a perk awarded to us for working hard every single
weekend during the school year.  We were also given the same days off
so we could drive together.  I was very thankful to my boss.

JJ didn't try to impress our manager, but he got along with him very
well.  He was more a follower than a leader...but worked hard when it
mattered.  It seemed my hard work had paid off and he respected me.
Along with the new schedule came extra responsibilities.  I was given
an extra duty of ordering high selling and specialty items.

We might have been too tire to fool around after work, but while
working I would get turned on.  Watching JJ working was sexy to me.
He opened boxes, stocked the shelves, pushed out pallets, and moved
around like he was working out.  I always noticed one little spot
around his sternum on his shirt where sweat would appear first.  Then
his pits would become darkened.  Meanwhile, the hair on the sides of
his head curled up after they trickled sweat.  The flushed look on his
face reminded me of how he looked after fucking me hard.  With
horniness as a motivator, I kept up with him and the guys.  But again,
once home I was too tired to fuck save grabbing his ass or dick in the
shower.

- - -

Dad returned from opening the new location after being asked to stay
on a second week.  While dad had been gone, Dean came around to check
on us a couple of times.  Luckily there were no more fights between
him and Dave.  During dad's first week back at his regular work
location, the company owner sacked the existing foreman and promoted
dad.  They were extremely impressed with him after finally seeing him
in action while opening the new plant.  He got a great raise plus
extended benefits.  It was such a relief for him to be back in the
role he had worked years to achieve at the old job.

Jeff continued to work at Wal-Mart despite bitching about it on a
daily basis.  We continued to share the car and had to constantly
juggle taking turns to use the car around his schedule.  In his spare
time, he continued trying to find a boyfriend among his online chat
buddies.  He'd spend forever in the evening in his room chatting with
guys, jacking off for them, and sometimes even called them up if they
were located in the Dallas or Fort Worth areas.  He rarely met up with
anyone in person.  Whenever he did, they turned out to be not what he
expected.  I think he was secretly more romantic than he appeared to
be.  He expected more from those guys after meeting them.  However,
they were losers or fakes so far.

- - -

It was a strange evening when we heard the news.  Jeff had just
finished cumming in his room--he had been loud.  He came out with jizz
dripping down his leg.  Dad was dozing on the couch and JJ was reading
a novel.  I was bored out of my mind.  It was our night off, but I was
considering going to bed instead of staying up (so my body would stay
in synch with the late hours).

The phone rang.  I could see the name on the caller ID from my seat on
the couch.  It was one of the girls from school that I didn't hang
with.  Jeff sometimes went to movies with her and other guys, but I
never chatted with her much.  No one ever called the home phone but
debt collectors, so none of us bothered to get up.  Once I saw the
familiar name, I grabbed the phone.

Sheila Franklin thought I was Jeff when I answered.  I often enjoyed
fooling people making them think I was Jeff on the phone.  I sometimes
said crazy shit before letting them know I wasn't Jeff.  Before I
could say more than "hello" Sheila dropped the bombshell.  Byron, my
brother's big crush, was dead.  He'd killed himself.  I sat there numb
while she rattled on.  I was trying to speak but my jaw was slack.

Jeff peered at the caller ID display on the cordless phone's base.
Recognizing the name, he grabbed the phone from me.

"Who this is?" he said goofily.  "Hey, I'm here girl...this is Jeff,
that was my bro!"

Then as he listened to her repeat the news, his face went pale.  His
eyes watered and he bit his bottom lip.  I put my hand on his bare
shoulder.  He just kept listening.

"Okay," he said.

He put the cordless phone back in its holder and looked at me weirdly.
Dad snored and JJ looked our way.  Jeff moved quickly to his room and
I followed close behind.  Once in his bedroom, I closed the door
behind us.

"I don't believe it!  What the fuck man? What the fuck?"

He sat down hard on the bed and I sat beside him.  My denim shorts
pressed against his bare hip.  I lightly put my hand on his soft back.
He started crying and I pulled him tighter to me.  We sat that way for
a long time until my shoulder was wet with his tears and drool. After
recovering, he pulled the corner of the bed sheet and blew his nose on
it.  He quickly grabbed the computer and pulled it onto his lap and
turned it on.

He began clicking loudly.  He opened up an instant messenger app and
typed franticly.  He was obviously going online to see what he could
find about what happened.  Apparently the news was abuzz with all of
his friends.  Replies came back stating that Byron had been found dead
early in the morning in his room.  He'd cut his wrists and bled to
death in his bed.  The maid had found him.

"It's his fucking asshole parents fault! I hate them!" he said with
his teeth clenched.

Eventually, he pushed the computer away and rolled over on his side
away from me.  I knew my brother well enough to know that he wanted to
be alone.  I kissed him on the back of the neck and got up to leave.
I turned out the light and the only light came from his old lava lamp.

"Thank you," he said quietly.

I closed the door and walked back to the living room.

- - -

Within a couple of days following Byron's suicide, his body was
cremated.  We expected for there to be a memorial and waited to here
more news.  In the meantime, we decided to go visit a friend we hadn't
talked to in ages.

Shelly was Byron's neighbor across the street.  She, Byron, Jeff, and
I used to hang out a lot back in our junior high days. Her parents
made her go to some private high school later on.  Over time we'd lost
touch we'd lost touch--especially after Byron stopped talking to Jeff.
We hoped she'd have some insight into what happened to Byron.

We drove up to her large concrete and glass home and waited at the
security gate.  We heard her voice on the speaker and told here we
were there about Byron.  She told us to drive on in.  There was a hum
as the electric gate rolled open.  We drove inside and parked in front
of the house.

Shelly came running out.  I did a double take as she ran up to us--she
was much taller and thinner than we last saw her.  She hugged us each
and kissed us on the cheek.  Hearing her voice laugh reminded me of
our fun times long ago.  We followed her into her house.
Her home was quite Spartan inside--very minimalist.  No adults were in
view as we sat down in the living room with her.  She ran to the
kitchen and came back with three bottles of Pepsi.  I didn't see her
parents anywhere.

"You guys used to drink this everywhere we went!"

"All three of us..." Jeff said sadly.

Her eyes blinked and she grabbed the sleeve of my t-shirt and wiped her eyes.

"I can't believe he's gone!" she said.

"How the fuck could he do that?  Was he really that depressed?" Jeff asked.

She stared through the window for a minute and then looked down.

"His mom...she knew."

Jeff asked, "Knew what?"

She put her hand on his arm.  The bright blue polish on her nails
shined under the track lighting.

"That he was gay."

No one moved.  Neither Jeff nor I were "out" to any one except for JJ.

Shelly told us Byron had come to her house upset one night.  He'd told
her that his parents had gone through his phone and read his texts.
He told Shelly that they had found messages between him and another
guy...he said he was forbidden to speak to that guy anymore.

Jeff and I looked at each other.  He had told me about Byron and him
taking naked pics together the one night they had sex at our place.
Shelly's story coincided with the time of year that Byron had snubbed
Jeff.  Jeff's face turned red as we sat there.

"That guy was me...he and I.  Well, we had sex around the same time
you're talking about.  I'm gay shelly--just like he is. Or was."

Jeff confessed to Shelly the entire story of him and Byron up to the
date of the break up.  Jeff's face went from being flushed to very
pale.

"It's my fault!  If I hadn't grabbed his phone and taken those
pictures this wouldn't have happened," he said.

I disagreed.

"That's fuckin' bullshit.  You didn't make him gay or careless.  You
didn't make his parents dig into his private business."

Jeff got up and walked quickly out of the door.  I told Shelly goodbye
and hurried out to find him.  I got to the car and he was in the
driver's seat wiping his eyes.  I opened the door all the way and sat
on his lap and hugged him hard.  My shaggy bangs rested on his wet
cheek.  He sniffed hard.

"Let's go home!" he said through clenched teeth.

He started the car and I walked around to the passenger seat.  As
usual, I let him drive.  I looked up and storm clouds were gathering.
The humidity was stifling.  The combination of the sunset and the
storm clouds cast a strange greenish, orange light above us.  I heard
thunder rumbling even though the windows were closed.

He sniffed hard a few times on the way back but I didn't see any more
tears in the dimming light.  I put my hand on his shoulder to reassure
him, but I didn't say a word.  Once we were home again, he spent the
rest of the night in his room alone.

- - -

The memorial for Byron was held three days later in the evening.  We
drove into town to the fancy funeral home in the old town square.  JJ
didn't know Byron at all and had stayed home that evening.  Death was
not something he wanted to be around again so soon anyway.  The high
temperature of the day had been 103F and even after dark it was still
in the upper nineties.  The air conditioner in the car didn't seem to
cool us much on the way there.

By the time the inside of the car felt cool we were already at the
funeral home.  The parking lot was full.  We got out of the car and
put our suit jackets on.  I helped Jeff undo his tie and redo it.  He
looked very handsome in his suit.  My out of control hair was parted
on the side and brushed down flat to be as formal as possible.  As we
walked over the gravel in the parking lot, I nearly slipped and fell.
I caught myself barely by grabbing onto the back of a truck.  I was
sweating like crazy.

The chilly blast of air conditioning was a welcome relief as we
entered the double glass doors.  A sweet little old lady directed us
inside.  I asked here where the bathroom was so I could take a whizz.
After draining my bladder, I tried to spiffy up my hair in the mirror.
It was no use--I still looked like a skater bum.  As I washed my
hands, Byron's dad walked in.  When he recognized me, I felt a cold
hard stare for a couple of seconds and then he turned away to face the
urinal.  I was sure he thought I was Jeff.  I decided against giving
my condolences to him headed out to find Jeff.

Jeff had already found several of our classmates.  Once inside the
main chapel, we noticed that half of the people attending were from
our school.  The rest of the people must have been Bryon's relatives
or friends of the family. It was odd seeing many of our friends so
dressed up.  Some looked really great. The others looked like...well at
least they tried (like me).

I sat close to Jeff on the pew.  The lights were soft and religious
music was playing.  In the front of the room were two poster sized
photos of Byron and a small panel covered with photos of him at
different stages of his life.  A TV monitor displayed a slideshow of
digitized photos including friends and family.  We had a great view
while sitting so close to the front.

We didn't say anything but just watched different people walking up to
Byron's mom.  They hugged her or quietly told her their sentiments.
We kept noticing various friends and nodded to them from a distance.
I suggested quietly that we go up to look at the photos.  Jeff just
nodded and followed me.  We walked along the outer aisle and looked at
the video and pictures.  Surrounded by many flowers was a small
pedestal with an urn...there lay Byron in his ornate container.

We saw so many photos of Byron at school and other events...events that
we had attended with him prior to him and Jeff going their separate
ways.  In the slideshow, there was one photo with Byron and Shelly at
a pool party at Byron's house.  I remembered us taking the photos, but
the digital photo had been cropped with Jeff and I removed.  I wasn't
sure if Jeff noticed, so I said nothing.  As we turned around to go
back to our seats through the middle aisle, Byron's mom looked at us
with disgust.  If anyone could feel a glare physically, hers would
have burned a hole in our skin.

I quickly walked back with Jeff.  He'd noticed her too.

"Did you see that old bitch look at us?" he said.

"Shhh," I whispered as an old lady turned back to look at us.

Suddenly the music died down and everyone sat own.  A man slowly
walked up to the podium and asked us to stand and bow our heads to
pray...

That was the start to a long and tedious hour.  The speaker, the
reverend of Byron's church, spoke about the bible and compared stories
from it to moments in our lives.  He read a few anecdotes about Byron
that were likely told by his parents.  One of the girls at school had
been allowed to go up and speak.  She was on the student council with
Byron and talked about how sweet he was and all.  No one was talking
about the true character of the guy: How he was funny, loved art and
jazz as well as punk music...how he obsessed over foreign soccer teams
no one in the US paid attention to or his love of Anime cartoons.

After that girl spoke, additional religious songs were played.  I was
getting restless.  I needed to stretch my legs.  Jeff just stared down
at his shoes most of the time.  When the rambling preacher was done,
we all stood up for a prayer.  As the preacher closed the ceremony,
folks began walking up to the memorial photos, flowers, and to Byron's
parents.  Jeff disappeared so quickly that I couldn't keep up because
of all the slow walkers in front of me.  Once I got through the crowd,
I hurried to the car and found him looking angry and red faced...he had
a stray tear streaking down his cheekbone.

Feeling very irritable, I snapped at him.

"Get on the other side...you drove last time."

He moved to the passenger seat by sliding over the middle console.  I
turned on the radio to hear something besides religious music.  I
wasn't mad at him but I was pissed that he was feeling the blame for
Byron being "out-ed" by his parents.  I was pissed that we were
cropped from those photos.  His family members were hypocrites.

The atmosphere was tense as I drove.  We needed to lighten up.  I
looked over at his perfectly brush and short hairdo.  Deftly, I messed
it all up with my free hand with a quick swipe.  He didn't fight back
and just grinned.  He turned the radio up a little higher.  As we
drove home, neither of us said a word.

- - -

When the next weekend came I couldn't wait to relax and be lazy.  Jeff
worked a double shift at Wal-Mart so he wasn't around on Saturday.
During the brief moments I saw him, he seemed to be acting normally
and not so sad anymore.  Dad stayed busy working on his truck, the
property, or dozing on the couch.

On our days off, JJ read or surfed the internet until the evening when
he went bike riding.  He didn't even ask me if I wanted to join him
whether I was napping again or awake.  Speaking of JJ, he stayed off
on his own more by reading books or going bike rides for longer
periods of time.  Since the funeral, we'd barely had sex.  When we
did, I had initiated it.

We'd gone from daily sex (sometimes twice a day) to hardly any.  I
knew was beating off...I found his cum towels.  I didn't care if he
jacked off, but I wished he would initiate more of our sexual
experiences.  When we had sex during and just after our trip to
Louisiana and Tennessee, he equally took the lead in starting a round
of mutual oral or other foreplay.  He used to hint around and ask to
fuck me--more recently he would just lay back most of the time letting
me service him.  It felt very one-sided.

Sunday evening, JJ was off somewhere by himself while I sat in the
living room with dad.  We had to work later that night, but I couldn't
sleep.  With JJ and Jeff not around, I felt bored to death.

"Why are you so restless?" dad asked.

"I don't know.  I guess I wouldn't be if someone would take their damn
nose out of a book."

Dad chuckled.

"You can't expect to be joined to the hip with that boy all the time.
Your mama and I got on each others nerves now and then--one or the
other would go out and give the other some space.  Remember she used
to go hang with all those chattering gals at the bar?  It was no
different than me going and shooting a few games of pool.  Why don't
you go hang with your other friends?  You two are so popular at school
but you stay at home all the time!"

He was talking about Jeff and me.  He was correct.  We had become
homebodies.  I stuck around with JJ all the time while Jeff stayed in
his room beating off to porn or had cam sex.  Dad put his can of Pepsi
down and sat next to me.

"You're right dad.  It's too late tonight to do anything because we
gotta work.  But I'm gonna get my ass out of the house tomorrow!"

"Atta boy!" he said.

He patted my bare back then gave me a tight hug.  I liked it when dad
was affectionate.  As little kids we used to jump in his lap and watch
TV leaning against his shirtless chest (I'd be naked of course).  At
the playground, he used to let us think we were pinning him down to
the ground as we tried to tackle him in the leaves. Even as teenagers,
we were never embarrassed to walk in public with dad's hand on our
shoulder.  But then we became tall--in the last year taller.

Way back when Dean, Dave, and dad had a fling going, dad's attention
was focused on all of that. It was good to have him to ourselves
again.  I was sitting there in my shorts (because of JJ still), but
dad's hand slid down to the crack of my ass and rested there as we
talked. I couldn't help but getting a semi.  I didn't care if he saw
of course, but he'd act weird probably if JJ appeared in the hallway.
Just then, I heard the car driving up outside.  Jeff was home.

He had his shirt off already when he walked in and looked extremely
tired.  He had worked at least eleven hours (he accepted overtime
whenever they offered it at work).  Once inside, he plopped on the
couch and pulled his sneakers off and peeled off his sweaty sox.  He
stuck his toes up in the air and wiggled them.

"Dang, don't stink up the house son!" dad joked.

We all laughed.

"What's for dinner?" Jeff asked.

"Well, you guys want pizza or we can run and get some burgers," dad offered.

It had been a while since we were all home at the same time for
dinner.  We all piled in the truck and headed to the Sonic drive in.

- - -

Once parked at Sonic, Dad pressed the button for us to order.  Each
one of us yelled our order out to the speaker.  I was starving.
Eventually, a skinny girl came out to the car on roller skates with
four huge bags of food and our drinks on a tray.  While skating away,
our server stopped next to another girl on skates she told the other
girl something and they looked back at the truck and giggled.

"Looks like y'all got some fans!" Dad remarked
We couldn't care less if the girls were into us or not.  The most
important thing was my hunger.  We began stuff our faces as soon as
all the food was in the truck.  I savored my bacon burger and onion
rings.  Even Jeff was stuffing his face and ignoring dad's comment
about the girls.

We all chit chatted as we were finishing our food.  Even JJ took part
in the banter.  But sitting there, I began thinking of what he'd said
before--I was his "best friend". Not his boyfriend but a good friend.
I'd asked Dean about being in love before--what it felt like.  He said
I would know "love" when it me over the head like a club.

The "cleaned up" JJ was cute.  I got horny with him sitting next to
me...I loved getting my ass fucked by him.  We got along well.  Yet was
I in love? I didn't think so.  It came to me while swallowing my last
onion ring that we were good pals and good fuck buddies...but not in
love.

I ate the rest of my food without talking.  I wasn't upset over the
realization, but I felt weird.  Dad asked if I was done and I handed
him my trash and guzzled the last of my fountain drink.  JJ looked
happy and handsome.  I wanted to go home and have sex with him, but I
would have no other expectations from then on.

- - -

Half of our overnight stocking team got fired when they didn't show up
for two nights during the next week.  Three of the guys on our
weeknight team had gone to a tittie bar on Saturday night.  After
leaving the bar, they got pulled over by a cop and all went to
jail--one for driving drunk and the other two had existing warrants
for some past ticket or probation violation.

When they showed up for work after no phone calls for two nights, my
manager simply told them not to clock in and to get their checks on
the next Friday.  They walked out stunned.  Those dudes walked out mad
and were cussing.  My boss didn't pay them any attention.

On the first night that they didn't show up, my boss had rolled up his
sleeves and joined me and JJ with the overnight work. Luckily it was
the one night of the week when no huge orders came in and we mainly
just stocked specialty stuff that had been ordered.  We had to bust
our asses to do the work of six people, but I loved the challenge.  As
we finished the front-facing of the last aisle after stocking, my
manager confided in me.

"Bud, I'm sorry you had to work a double load tonight, but those guys
were bums.  I've needed a reason to fire them for months."

"Yes sir, but now you are gonna be short handed," I said.

"Yeah, but I've got a stack of applications on my desk of guys just
waiting to be called for an interview.  I've got several picked out.
I'm gonna stay late and call them today.  I can have Rich or Bob come
in and help until then.  After I hire new guys, I want you to train
them."

I swallowed hard.

"Oh yeah?" I asked.

"Curt, you're a hard worker and a leader.  If you weren't in high
school I'd tell you to pursue a night manager job at one of our
stores!"

I was so flattered!  What a compliment! I kept straightening the cereal boxes.

"See, even now under pressure, you keep a cool head.  You got balls
too...I've heard you talk to those slugs who were rougher and bigger
than you but you never backed down.  You have a good sense of humor
and keep a good attitude.  Just keep in mind what I said about your
future."

As we moved to the middle of the row we met up with JJ and we were
finally done.  I felt energized instead of dead tired.  We went to the
time clock and punched our employee codes to end our shift.  I walked
out to the car feeling really proud of myself.

As we drove home, I began telling JJ about what our boss had told me.
When I was done with my rambling, I looked over and JJ was dozing with
his head propped against the window.  I wasn't mad.  I thought it was
kind of cute.  I let him nap until I got out to open the gate to our
property.  He woke up when I closed the car door after I got back
inside.

JJ went on inside and I went to the dog's pen and let them out to run
around.  They ran around me in circles as I hollered to them
playfully.  I grabbed their small toy balls and tossed them in
different directions.  Louise stopped and rolled and chewed hard on
hers.  Thelma grabbed the other ball and brought it back to me.  I
tossed it high again and she went after it.  I kept my eyes on both of
them as they played.  After they calmed down, I called them over to
the pen and opened the plastic container of dog food.  That always
brought them back into the pen area.

I filled up the huge bowl and laid it down in front of them.  They
began eating out of the same bowl.  I took the upper tank of their
water bowl and filled it from the hose by the house.  Once that was
back in place, I pulled off my socks and shoes and walked up to the
front steps.  My shirt was already off so I slipped out of my pants
and was finally naked.  Suddenly, I felt really beat.  It was very
warm and humid.  I dragged myself into the house and plopped down into
dad's chair.

I woke up a couple of hours later when I heard the toilet flushing.  I
got up drowsily from the chair and left my shoes and clothes in the
floor.  JJ stepped out of the bathroom in his underwear and got back
in bed.  I rolled onto the bed beside him and closed my eyes.  The bed
felt so damn good.

"Dude...seriously?" JJ said.

"What?" I mumbled.

"You reek man.  It's bad enough we sweat like pigs all night, but you
stink like the dogs."

"So? I'm tired dude." I groaned.

"You can't go take a shower?  At least rinse off?"

My brother never bitched about that before.  Then again, he was told
he stank on a date before.  It bugged me that JJ was ordering me
around in my own house to go take a bath because I smelled bad.  I
heard him huff in irritation.  I was sure his face was pouting too.
Groggily, I stood up and managed to walk to the bathroom and turned on
the water.  My feet hurt and my legs were tired, but I stepped into
the tub and under the water.

Surprisingly, the hot water felt good.  I grabbed the shampoo and
lathered up my bushy hair.  I used up the last of bottle of Dean's old
shower gels and rubbed it all over me.  After I rinsed I just stood
there and let the water wash over me.  I finally turned it off and
pulled a towel out from the cabinet. I half-assed dried off and walked
back to the bedroom. I dared him to bitched anymore.

I bumped the door open with my knee and plopped over on the bed on my
back.  I lay there breathing slowly.  I admitted to myself that I did
feel better in my fresh and clean condition.  JJ rolled over and
snuggled.

"Mmmm, you smell really good."

I clumsily moved my hand down to his dick. It was soft and warm.  I
stroked it softly and he moaned.  My eyes were closed and I slowly
dozed off in that position.

I awoke hours later.  He was in bed facing the other way when I opened
my eyes.  I hadn't even gotten up to piss.  I scratched my ass and sat
up.  The clock displayed half past 3PM.  Dad was due home in the next
hour but Jeff was at work.  I walked about outside and let the dogs
run around again.  This time, I stayed in shade and let them do their
thing.  After half an hour, they went back to the shade in the pen and
started guzzling water.

I latched their fence and walked back inside.  I heard water running
in the bathroom and its door was shut.  I figured JJ was taking a
shit. In the bedroom, the laptop was half open.  I let JJ use it
anytime he wanted, but it had been off when I went outside.  I opened
it all the way and saw a photo of Dean.  It was one of the nudes that
the photographer friend of Dean's had taken.  However, JJ had the
screen zoomed in on Dean's back and butt.

I casually moved the laptop in the same position I found it in and
walked out of the room.  Had it been my brother, he would have busted
JJ and made a big deal to tease him mercilessly.  I should have felt
jealous that JJ was jacking off looking at my big brother instead of
having sex with me.  Actually, I wasn't sure how to act.  I heard
dad's truck rumbling outside and walked to the dryer and pulled out
some underwear and jogging shorts.  I had them on by the time he
walked in and JJ left the bathroom.

JJ hurried to the bedroom and probably remembered he forgot to close
the photo.  He was likely relieved to see the laptop untouched.  Dad
walked in and seemed to be in a good mood.  He unbuttoned his
worksheet and took it to the washing machine.  I heard him pulling off
his workbooks as they clunked on the carpet.  Eventually he was
strolling into the living room just in his denim shorts.

"Dad, I wanna head out by myself for a while...maybe go to Dean's.  Can
I use the truck?"

I expected dad to either say "hell no" or to laugh hysterically.  He
looked at me sternly for about seven seconds.

"You be extremely careful.  Don't speed and don't drive crazy."

I stood there stunned.

"They keys are by the lamp."

I snapped alert and walked over to the keys and grabbed them.  I went
and pulled on a wife beater shirt and my sneakers and headed out the
door.  Very carefully, I backed the truck away from the house and
drove to the road.  Once I was driving toward the interstate highway,
I shouted out a loud "Yahoo!".

- - -

I hadn't been to Dean's place in quite a while.  I hadn't even called
to ask if anyone was there.  I wanted to be impulsive and just head
over there with no purpose.  I turned on the radio and blasted it
loudly.  Meanwhile, I set the cruise control for exactly the speed
limit.  I kept watching my mirrors the whole time.

Dad should have trusted us anyway.  Jeff and I always drove carefully.
Even our high school friends harassed us about driving like old
people.  Hell, originally our carefulness stemmed from dad's long ago
threat about losing the car ever we ever wrecked it.  Later, we were
too protective of our car to risk anything--it was our freedom!

It took about 25 minutes to get to Dean's place.  I parked out front
of the main house and walked through the side gate to get to their
little apartment.  One of the middle aged dudes that lived there was
watering some plants in the backyard.

"Well, hello there!" he said.

He'd winked at me.  I just nodded hello.  With my back to him I
grinned knowing that he was checking me out.
I walked on through the shrubs at the back of the yard past the pool
and knocked on the door.  The door opened and Dave stood shirtless
behind the door as he opened it.  Once he saw it was me, he opened it
all the way and stepped out naked.  He grabbed me with a big bear hug.

"What are you doing over here bud?  Come on inside."

I laughed at his open nudity and shook my head.

"Don't worry man, they let us skinny dip out there.  They've seen me
naked before."

He walked on into the house and I stared down as his gorgeous round
ass.  I fondly remembered how he used to let me eat it when we messed
around a very long time ago.  I smelled cookies baking and some Goth
type music was playing from upstairs.

"Dean working?" I asked.

"Yeah but not for too long...was he expecting you?"

"Nah, I just came over here on a whim."

He said, "Your bro off today?"

"No, he's got the car.  I took the truck."

Dave nearly dropped the bottle of water he was drinking.

"Say what?"

"Dad let me take the truck all on my own."

"This the second time right...you drove JJ to his granny's before right?"

"Yep," I said.  "It was his great aunt...and it was unusual
circumstances.  But this it the first time he let me just take off in
it".

I stepped into the tiny kitchen with him and he pulled a sheet of
cookies from the oven.  We kept talking as he moved them to a wrack to
cool.

"You have something on your mind or did you just wanna visit your bro?"

"Well, kind of yeah," I stammered.

I blurted out my whole story of woe regarding JJ not acting so
interested in sex anymore. I mentioned how he didn't want to hang out
as much and even jacked off on his own.

"And to boot...I found out he's been jacking off to Dean's nude pics!"

"Oh yeah?" Dave said.

"Yeah, I found his cum covered sock in the floor and the computer
zoomed in on Dean's ass and tattoo!"

I looked down and Dave was getting hard.  He fondled his cock.  I
smacked him on the ass.

"You bitch!" I laughed.

"Sorry, but it's kind of sexy to think of someone getting off to my man."

"You're so twisted," I said.

He just laughed.  The light made his pretty eyes shine as he blinked.

"Come try this, but wait till I fill you a large glass of milk.
You'll need it."

Being a lover of cookies fresh from the oven, I crammed the whole
thing in my mouth and began chewing.  Then it hit me!

"FUCK!" I gurgled.

I started chugging down the milk.  The chocolate chip cookie was laced.

"Damn you pig! I was gonna tell you to take just a small bite. Those
are our new Habanero pepper chocolate chip cookies.

"Shit!" I said.

My mouth burned even after all the milk.

"Here, have another!"

I flipped him off and grabbed the jug of milk from the fridge and
drank directly out of it.  Once I recovered, I chased him around the
place and he ran upstairs.  I tackled him on the bed and he recovered
easily.  The short fucker had me pinned down in no time flat with his
crotch over my face.  I instantly got a tent in my shorts.

"I give I give!" I shouted.

Dave let go and hopped up.  In the old days, that scene would have
turned into a sexual experience.  Dave just got up and walked away
chuckling.

"You might be taller than me squirt, but I got the moves!" he bragged
as he trotted down the stairs.

His ass cheeks bounced with each step.  I followed him down and
plopped on the couch.  He sat in the chair beside it.

"So are you jealous him getting off on Dean or what?"

"Naw, I mean...I don't know.  I think I'm coming to the conclusion that
we're just buddies. Good friends that occasionally fuck."

"There's nothing wrong with that," he said.

"And now that I'm sitting here analyzing everything...I can remember
seeing him gawk at dudes a lot lately.  I mean like at the mall or
someplace.  And it's always the swishy, girly guys that he looks at.
You know the ones that are cute, but act all "nellie"?"
Dave said, "I've never heard you be a biggot before..."

"I'm not!"

"They why are you saying effeminate gay men are bad?  It's like your
saying they're bad because they're fems...your just as gay as they are
dude."

I shrugged my shoulders.

"I don't know.  I'm just not turned on by them at all."

"Well, then don't go dissin' JJ because he likes fem guys.  And it's
not like you're a hundred percent butch all the time!" he laughed.

"What do you mean?" I snapped.

"Well, when there's a roach scampering by you run like a girl.
Sometimes when you get mad at someone, you kind of huff in a prissy
kind of way.  Should I go on?"

"Fuck you!" I laughed.

I wanted to change the subject.  Talking to Dave hadn't helped me any.
Dean probably wouldn't have been much help either.  All I wanted was
for someone to hear me out and agree if I was being paranoid or about
JJ.  I told Dave I had to go take a piss.

I did have to piss, but it was mainly an excuse to get away for a
minute.  I heard him unrolling plastic rap and covering up the cookie
tray.  As I pissed in their small bathroom, I saw a rubber dildo in
the shower propped up next to the shampoos.  It was clear, ribbed, and
really long.   I had no doubt it fitted into Dean's ass with ease.  I
flushed the toilet and wiped my hand on my shorts and went back out.

Dave was stretched out on the couch.  His cock was half hard and he
was playing with it.  I was instantly aroused.

"You gonna beat off?" I asked.

"Yeah man.  We downloaded this hot porn last night.  Sit down and
watch it with me."

Their laptop was hooked up to the flat screen TV.  A sexy black man
was getting his ass eaten good by a white dude.  His tongue was going
way up inside.  When he pulled away, the black guy's hole puffed out
like lips.  The white guy sucked on the lips and made love to that hot
ass.  The black guy's cheeks were perfect.  His long cock hung below
with big fat balls attached.   I stood up and dropped my shorts.  I
pulled off my shirt and began jacking my dick.  I fantasized that I
was the dude eating that sweet hole.

Just then, Dean walked in and saw us beating off.  He made no reaction
other than taking his clothes off.  He bumped Dave's leg and Dave
moved to sit upright.  Dean sat on the other end of the couch.  On the
screen, a third guy, also black, came in and started eating the white
guy's ass really deep.  After several minutes of intense rimming, they
all moved to a bed for a hot double fuck.  Before the end of the
scene, Dean motioned for me to sit between them.  I got up and wedged
in.

I'd been using spit for lube, but Dave had a bottle of real lube
nearby.  They poured some on my dick and then all over Dean's.  They
each put a hand on my cock and started pumping.  I lay back and easily
shot my load in less than a minute.  When I was done, Dave moved over
and spread his ass for Dean to go at him.  Dean dug around with lubed
fingers for a minute of so before going in.  Soon he was fucking Dave
hard on the coffee table.

I got hard again and started beating my meat.  I loved how passionate
they looked--especially when they kissed with tongues going
everywhere.  I wanted something like that so bad.  Dean fucked Dave
doggy style and reached around to pinch his nips.  In ten or so
minutes, Dean started bucking and depositing his load in Dave's bum.
Dave was jacking and on impulse, I got up and took over. Just seconds
later Dave shot thick cum onto the metal table with the help of my
hand job.

After Dave came, they rolled over to the couch and Dean fingered
Dave's sloppy hole as it dripped fresh cum.  Dean licked his fingers
to taste it.  I shook my head in awe.  What a pair of pervs!  I got up
and started to dress.

"Where you going bubba?" Dean asked out of breath.

"I just came over on impulse to chat," I said meekly.

"He came to talk to you about his man.  Don't be shy dude."

I rambled my whole story again to Dean as Dave wiped up the lube and
cum from the furniture with Dean's sock.

"Well don't be hard on him man.  It's horrible that this mom died, but
if he hadn't a friend like you he might be in some foster home just as
miserable as before.  I mean...I'm sure he's got baggage from the whole
ordeal, but just look at him now.  He's not even recognizable as the
same dude you first introduced us to."

I thought about it...

"And I think you help boost his self confidence.  The last time I was
over, he was slimmer, better groomed, and looked happy.  He even looks
healthier.  He's really changing.  Don't be mad if he doesn't want to
be your boyfriend.  I bet he's just glad to have you as a true, best
friend."

Why did Dean--who'd been a fuck up himself--have to sound so damn
wise?  He was always a mess and still fought addiction urges.  I felt
a little dumb for even going over to see him and talk about it.

"But hey, just enjoy getting out of the house and having a good hand
job!  You sure enjoyed it." Dave said with a sexy grin.
I stroked my dick through my pants.

"You up again?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, but I'll hold off until I get home.  Thanks guys!"

I hugged them both and walked out the door.  I drove home in dad's
truck with a new perspective on things.  Things would be different
after that.

To be continued...