Date: Sun, 28 Dec 2014 07:15:31 -0600 From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com> Subject: Life of a Twisted Twin Part 15 (Remember, your donations allow everyone to enjoy this and other stories--please consider a donation to Nifty.org) Life of a Twisted Twin Part 15 (Fiction/fantasy, teen/college romance, incest) JJ's dad and sister picked him up the evening before. He was to spend Friday and Saturday nights with them in a hotel in Fort Worth. Their plan was to visit some local sights and just get to know each other a little better over two evenings. The invitation to join his dad came at the same time that JJ and had planned to go to concert with me. I told him not to worry about the tickets and that I would find someone else to go with (and that I'd pay him for the other ticket). I didn't want JJ too feel bad about not going with me. When he called on Saturday to ask if I'd found someone to go with I told him yes. However, I hadn't found any takers. Everyone that cared about the band was unavailable for some reason or another. It was the last Saturday before school started, so I was shocked to see no one wanted to go. In hindsight, they were just too busy winding down from summer and getting ready for school. School was the last place I wanted to be. - - - The concert was part of an outdoor music festival featuring some punk, metal, and electronic bands. There was zero air conditioning except for in the restrooms. The event had been heavily promoted all month. I was shocked at how full the parking lot was when I arrived alone. It was hot as fuck outside, but at least by the time the main show started the sun would be setting. In the meantime, I'd have to endure it. I wore thin shorts, flip-flops, and a tank that was totally open on the sides under my arms and exposed my ribs. I took plenty of money to buy water or soft drinks. I'd do my best to have fun alone. There were plenty of tents to go under and buy drinks or food, so I wasn't in direct sun all day. I bought some sunscreen from one of the vendors there. There were also tents set up with people selling funky jewelry and t-shirts. Various sponsors had tables set up trying to sell like cell phone plans, cell phones, internet services, online music services etc. There were a few food trucks there. Too bad Dave couldn't have been part of that experience. The headliner band was my main reason for going. Before they played, I enjoyed listening to two bands that were new to me. There were smaller stages with bands playing simultaneously, so I had a choice of which to go hear. Not all of them were my cup of tea. Speaking of drinking, I bought a humongous cup of Coke and slowly sipped on it. I pulled off my shirt and tucked it into the waist of my shorts. Under one of the tarps, I sat at a table and covered myself in sunscreen. Sweat poured off my body and made it difficult. Having arrived at 3pm, I had a lot of time to kill over all. The band I'd come to see wouldn't come out until the sun went down. Texas summer days were long. When not listening to bands, I was under one of the huge water misters or was waiting to get into the bathroom to take a piss. Having drunk so much soda and then a few bottles of water, I had to piss like crazy. The restrooms were in portable, air conditioned trailers. It would take about five minutes or more to get to a urinal with all the dudes in line there. It was just as bad as the women's restrooms. It was during a piss break in the evening that I missed the moment when everyone rushed to the main stage and packed closely to it. I cursed out loud after I got out and saw I'd missed my chance to get up really close to the stage. Why, that was half of the reason for arriving so damn early. A band I'd heard of (but didn't really care for) opened the main show. They played a set of seven songs for nearly 45 minutes. I got kind of bored listening to them and sat on the ground beyond the crowds. The dry grass felt scratchy to my legs. I looked around at the surrounding areas and wondered why they used that uncomfortable section of the property for the main stage. The festival was held on land that formerly housed a factory. Part of the buildings had been made into improvised stages (probably to use the existing electrical hookups). Walls and garage doors had been removed around the old loading docks and allowed for more spaces for bands to play prior to the main show. The other smaller stages, concession stands, and single, portable toilets (too disgusting to use) sat on concrete slabs left over after buildings had been demolished. Because of all of this, there was no seating. You had to either stand or sit on the ground (which had spotty dead grass mixed with dry dirt). Although it was dusty, it felt good to sit down after standing for a long time. The opening band finally left the stage and my ears tingled. People came and went, but the crowd in front of the state didn't thin out at all. I decided I was content to remain beyond the crowd. Being really tall, I could see over everyone anyway. I heard someone cussing behind me. "Fucking luck! Shit!" Several yards beyond me in the dark, stood a short guy on crutches. He wore shorts, but one leg was amputated just below the knee. He had a cap on with brown sideburns hanging from under it. He had sweat dripping down his face and looked tired. He was fucking cute as hell! Red-faced and frustrated, he stood there for a minute to catch his breath. I didn't envy him at all. That was the worse place to be in his condition. Suddenly, the entire grounds around us darkened as the stage area went black. Funky music played from the huge P.A. system. Based droned so deep that my bones vibrated. The crowd went wild and started cheering. My band was finally about to come out. One long green light shined down into a mass of fake fog. Thunder and other bizarre sounds came out of the enormous speakers as the bass tones changed notes. It was awesome! Giant black curtains separated and the band came out and the drummer kicked off the song. Guitars screeched and drums slammed. My favorite song was the opener. I jumped to the beat in place and screamed the lyrics with the singer. I was in heaven. I no longer cared that I was there all by myself. All discomforts were forgotten as I escaped into the music. I was also glad to have stood a few yards back from the moshing crowd. As hot as it was, the packed crowd next to the stage was the last place I needed to be. When the first song was over, all of us screamed and yelled excitedly. The next song blared on... As the second song ended, I looked back to my side and saw the short guy with no foot struggling to see over the crowd. He hobbled back further and still looked disgusted. I jammed on and waved my fist to the beat it in the air. In the corner of my eye, I saw the dude drop one of his crutches and then struggled to pick it up without falling over. That's when I walked over to him. I squatted to my knees when the music stopped. "Get on my shoulders!" I yelled. "What?" he screamed. "GET ON MY SHOULDERS!" I shouted again. He couldn't hear anything over the noise. No one could--I was only reading his lips. Since he didn't understand, I just showed him. I moved behind him and stuck my head up between his legs and pointed to my shoulders. I moved upward and lifted him off the ground. I grabbed onto him hard and the crutches flew. Luckily he held onto my messy hair using it for handles. It kind of hurt but what else could he do? He began laughing and just in front of my face he did a "thumbs up". Some girl ran up to us and picked up the crutches while she danced and handed them to me. Once they were in my hands, I used them to balance myself. I could then hear him shouting "yahoo!' and "fuck yea!" from his new superior vantage point. I walked slightly closer to the crowd and we both could see fine. His small upper legs were hairy and cute. The leg with no foot gripped my chest as tightly as the full one. The fabric in the crotch of his nylon shorts felt damp and hot on my neck. I could smell sweat with a hint of crotch now and then. My shirt was off, so his legs kept sticking to my skin. He lifted them a little now and then to get some air. I was surprised at how light he was. It felt like a kid was on my shoulders almost. Two songs later, he tapped me on the head. "I gotta piss!" he screamed. I heard him that time for sure. I slowly squatted down to allow his foot to touch the ground and grab his crutches. I ducked from out between his legs. He had an adorable little butt. I told him I had to go too. As we got further away from the noise, I could hear him fine. "Oh fuck man, you are so bad ass! You're a savior! Let me buy you something to drink." "Haha, I think I've had too much liquid to enjoy the rest of the show," I joked "Well let me buy you a t-shirt or something. Maybe after it's over? Even if I don't see the rest of the show very well, I've seen the first half perfectly. It wouldn't have happened otherwise if you hadn't given me that boost up. First, my mom was late from work, traffic was shit, and our dog barfed in the truck...you name it. And then when I got here I couldn't see shit!" "It's cool man," I said shrugging my shoulders. We entered the wonderfully cool bathrooms. We each went to a doorless stall and took a leak. My dick took a long time to drain. Once done, I put it away and pulled my shirt out of my waist before wiping all my sweat away with paper towels. I figured it might be more comfortable to have it on if I let him "piggy back" again. After he came out of the restroom, we started back to the main stage and he was moving slowly. He stopped and rubbed his armpit (obviously sore from the extra pressure of the crutch). I could hear the band playing a slow song in the distance. As we neared our former standing spot, I lowered on one knee. "Go ahead and hop on dude, we got the rest of the show to see!' I told him. "You sure man?" I knelt down and brushed the hair away from my forehead which fully exposed my face. Just before he moved to get on my back he pointed at me. "Now I remember who you are! I've been thinking I know you from somewhere!" he said. He hopped all the way on and I lifted up again. "You're Jeff Johnson! I might be short but I beat your ass last year in the tournament at Plano High School! I heard you call me 'short stuff' right before we took off!" "I think you are talking about my brother...my twin brother, I'm Curt Johnson." We got too close to the music to hear and our conversation stopped. I wasn't sure if he'd heard me or not. I quickly pulled out my wallet and showed him my driver's license to make my point. He did a "thumbs up" just over my face and handed it back to me. More music blasted and we jammed. - - - The show lasted another hour and ended with one encore which turned out to be the grand finale. When it was all over, we were really hyped up. I let him down and stood up again. At that point, my shoulder was aching badly and my back was sore. "Let me buy you that shit dude!" he said. "I'm Butch. It's just my nickname. So, you're not Jeff Johnson but you look exactly the damn same!" He rested a crutch against his chest and held his hand out to shake. I gripped it and shook it. His hand was so much smaller but his handshake was very firm. "Curt," he said softly. "Nice to meet you man." His pretty green eyes shined under the portable lights. His face was perfectly smooth and boyish. He grinned and looked down, then looked up again while stabilizing his good leg. When he smiled his braces gleamed. He looked much younger than me. "I gotta call my parents! They're picking me up." he said abruptly. He took an antiquated, tiny cell phone from his left pocket and called home. I pulled out my phone and checked the time. It was half past eleven. "You want to wait with me until my folks show up?" "Sure," I said meekly. In the thirty or so minutes that it took for his parents to arrive, I found out he was in the same grade and was my age. He went to the school that was a major rival to my own in several sports. As he spoke, I remembered Jeff bitching about some "short fucker" who beat him in a track competition in the previous spring. Having quit the track team, I never knew who was referring to until then. I was surprised such a short guy could outrun the lean, fast legs of my brother. He apparently had his light weight on his side. I did let him buy me a shirt--he insisted. We walked back to the stand just before it was closing. I picked out a black wife beater which had the band's logo on the back. As I pulled it on to try it out, my own shirt fell from my waist onto the table. Butch grabbed it somehow while the seller was counting money). He handed it back to me and his phone let out a shrill ring tone. He pulled it out again and put it to his ear while trying to balance. "Okay mom!" He shoved it back in his pocket and shifted back onto the crutches. "My parents are here. You're really cool dude. I fuckin' appreciate what you did for me tonight. We should hang out again sometime." "Yeah man, ok." My reply was kind of mumbled. I definitely wanted to hang out with him again because he was hot. I wasn't sure if he was just being nice because of my gesture of letting him sit on my shoulders all night. "Hey, tell me your number really quick so I can program it in." He was serious, so I told him my number. He fumbled with the phone. "Sorry man, I didn't bring my glasses. I can't see the phone good with them. I barely read your driver's license." I took his phone and speedily typed the numbers in and hit the "save" button. When I handed him back the phone he nearly fell off a crutch. I held out my arm and he grabbed it to stabilize. When his hand gripped my upper arm, he looked into my eyes. It was like there was a quick connection of some kind. Just then, an SUV drove up and honked. He told me goodbye and waved as his dad helped him get into the back seat. As they drove off, with the window down he was looking at me the whole time. - - - I drove home hyped up from the fantastic concert. I turned on the radio and it sounded too weird with my ears already ringing from the hours of blasting music. I changed it to a sports talk show instead. In the quiet, dark, and air-conditioned car I could smell Butch's scents on me still. I inhaled deeply and my dick rose. I pulled the elastic of my shorts down and let them rest under my balls. The cool air from the vents wafted across my exposed crotch with relief. I was gonna be naked at home anyway, so just pulled them off completely. I got home at twelve thirty. Dad knew I might be home late so I didn't plan for him to complain. When I entered the house, he was up watching TV. I was carrying all my clothes having totally stripped coming up the steps. "You still up dad?" "Yeah, I couldn't rest easy until you got home safely." I rolled my eyes at him. Typical dad. I reached over and hugged him. "Shoo-wee!" he teased. "This boy stanks!" "Yeah, I'm all nasty." For once I really needed and wanted to scrub down. I walked to the bathroom and held my dirty shirt to my nose. I smelled Butch on it. I made a mental note to not wash that one right away. I turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature to just lukewarm. My hair felt nasty so I washed it first. Dad had cut sections of it the week before, but it was still thick and unruly. Once it was squeaky clean, I washed my body well. When I got out of the shower, dad was in his bed with the door open. I could barely see him in the light from the bathroom. I turned out the light and was darkness. I didn't want to sleep all alone, so I tiptoed to dad's room. "Yes, you can sleep in here," he said in the dark. "I can hear the floor creak when you come in here." I scooted onto the cool sheets. Dad lay on top of them on his stomach. I lay on my back. "So, how was the show?" he asked. I told him all about it from the small daytime shows up to the start of the main show. "Yeah, and then I met this dude dad and ..." I told him about my effort to help him see better and how we both had a blast. "You got a good heart bud. I'm really proud of that." He said in the darkness. I felt his arm hug me. He wasn't instigating sex. It was a warm gesture. His arm remained over my chest and our sides touched. I didn't get an erection. I just felt happy. - - - JJ returned Sunday evening and talked non-stop about his experiences with his dad and sister. When dad came inside from cleaning the pool, I heard his stories being retold. Then when Jeff was dropped off at home I heard the same stories once again. I patiently sat through them again and felt I had some of the passages memorized. I had been to all the touristy places JJ visited in Fort Worth with his family but he'd never experienced them before. I let him have his moment. While JJ was hyped up about his family, I was dreading the following morning on which school started again. After he was done telling about his weekend, he finally asked how the concert was. My mind had wandered and I snapped back to attention. I told him all the details but when I got to the part about meeting Butch, I kind of didn't mention him at all. Dad was in the living room and looked at me funny as I was skipping those details. I pretended to not notice. - - - We were all tired from the weekend and hit the sack early. As JJ lay next to me on the bed, I kept thinking about Butch. I could clearly remember every detail of him: eye color, hair color, facial features, he had on anklet sock with a green stripe, wore a white Sketcher tennis shoe. He must have been like 5 feet and five inches tall. It was quiet as I lay awake in the dark for nearly an hour just thinking about things. It was quiet until JJ had one of his bad dreams. Like several times before, he was wiggling in bed and mumbling. I wasn't going to do anything but it kept going on for over a minute and was kind of disturbing. I touched his neck and the dark and it was wet. I lightly nudged him. "Hey dude...yo," I said softly and patted his shoulder. He woke up abruptly with a huff and then relaxed. "What?" he mumbled. "You were dreaming and rolling all over the place," I said quietly. "Oh man, I'm sorry." I didn't say anything. "It's hot in here." "Take the covers off dude...maybe you need some water?" He got up and slipped down the hall to the kitchen. In the distance, I heard him turn the sink on and then a cabinet door closed. A few minutes later he returned. "I'm cool now," He moved back onto his side of the bed and lay on top of the sheet and blanket. "What were you dreaming about?" I asked. "It was stupid...just a sort of nightmare you could say." He didn't elaborate. I guess his mind was still exorcising its demons. I turned over and faced the door and closet. For the moment, I was wishing I was in the room alone. "I often dream of my mom and she looks young like in those pictures but I am my current age. We're in a boat in a lake...sort of like that old metal boat at your cousin's place. I'm paddling and the boat fills up with water and we're sinking. The next thing I know some dude with a mullet is pulling her out and I am left there paralyzed." He swallowed. "I can't move and I am slowly sinking in the water. I feel water in my nose. Then I'm in a bathtub instead...lying down unable to move as I slide under. Then I wake up. It's a little different every time but that one is the one I have the most." I put my hand on his shoulder. "I can remember being left in a nasty bathroom when I was like four years old and waited for my mom to return. I don't know if left or had just passed out. I remembered not being able to reach the toilet and pissed on the floor. When she finally came back she yelled and spanked the shit out of me for pissing there. I'm in the same bathroom at the end of these dreams." I didn't know how to respond, so I didn't. I pulled the sheet off of my and snuggled next to him. It was the only way I knew how to comfort him. - - - A week went by and I heard nothing from Butch. I decided that asking about my cell number was a nice gesture but he really didn't plan to hang out. And if he did I want to--was it because he was gay or just wanted to be friends? It was kind of odd for another dude to get another's phone number to just hang out especially when they lived about forty miles away. Or was it weird? I put the idea out of my head by Thursday, but then on Friday evening he called. "Hello," I answered. "Is Curt there?" he asked. "This is Curt." My heart beat quickly. "Hey Curt, this is Butch--remember me?" "Of course dude," I laughed. "Well I didn't want to mistake you for your brother again." I laughed out loud. "I've got tickets to the Rangers game tonight--you wanna go?" "Sure...well, I...I don't know if I can get a ride." I had requested my first weekend after summer off at work so that wasn't a problem, but I wasn't sure when Jeff was due home at all. It sucked having the single car. It was unlikely dad was going to let me drive his on short notice just to hang with a friend. "Let me check with my brother and call you right back," I said calmly. "Cool dude--let me know soon so I can let my parents know. They don't want me driving yet with just one foot. I don't have my own car yet." "No, it's cool. Gimme fifteen minutes." I hung up and frantically tried to reach Jeff on his cell. His bosses had been bitchy about employees using their cell phones at work. He kept it on vibrate only. I called several times with no answer. I finally texted and told him I needed the car badly. I hadn't even told him yet about Butch. He responded fifteen minutes later. He told me that if I could get someone to take me and pick up the car then he could get a ride home. I texted Butch to tell him I possibly had a ride but wouldn't know until my dad got home. He replied that it was cool. After that, I paced around the bedroom. I was restless waiting for dad to get home. JJ was engrossed in a TV show on cable that was adapted from one of the books he'd read so he wasn't paying much attention to me. When he came by the room I pretended to be surfing on the web but was just pretending to. Shit, I hadn't even told JJ about Butch yet. Finally dad got home and I told him I'd been invited to a game but needed to get to Jeff to get the car. I caught him outside while I was watering the dogs' bowl. "Which friend is this?" "Dad, it's Butch...the guy from the concert." "Does he know about him?" He nodded toward the house and was referring to JJ. "No dad. I'll tell him later. He'll understand that 'my friend' has just one ticket to spare for the game." "Ok, let me get out of my work clothes and I'll drive you into town." Dad's tone was skeptical. It made me more nervous. "Thanks dad!" I hurried in behind him and told JJ I'd been invited to a game by a buddy but they only had a single ticket. "So you don't mind being stuck here?" "No man...I dig it here. It's too hot to be out there anyway." I was relieved. I figured our boring trailer was paradise to him after living in the shit holes he'd dealt with growing up. He didn't pry about who I was going with and went back to watching TV. I called Butch back and told him I would could meet him at the game or could drive to his place and go from there. He said the latter worked for him. He texted me directions and I frantically went to shower. I used a ton of deodorant and soaped my body all over. I washed my hair and it knew it would take a while to dry, so I just brushed it and carried a cap with me to cover it later. - - - I hadn't anticipated traffic being so horrible. Halfway to Butch's place, I was stuck in on a freeway that wasn't moving. My heart was racing. I called him in a panic to tell him to go ahead without me. "My dad asked where you are," he said. I told him my location. "He says to take the next exit and park at the mall. We'll pick you up." I was relieved, but still frustrated as the traffic barely moved. It was going to be a while for me to even get through the upcoming exit. I looked down at the temperature gauge and noticed it had inched up higher than before. A late text came from dad stating there was a wreck on the freeway according to the news. I sighed and my stomach knotted in stress. It took just over ten minutes for me to get off the freeway and through the traffic light. The moment I turned into the mall parking lot, steam began billowing from under my hood. "God dammit!" I yelled. I was on edge of the parking lot and let the car ride into one of the empty spaces. I got out and kicked the car tire hard. Water from the radiator overflow was guzzling out under the car. I smelled the sickly sweet odor of antifreeze. Just then, I heard a honk. "Hey, over here!" It was Butch yelling from a rear window of their SUV. I saw two people in the front seat. They drove close to my car. A short man got out and shook his head. He had a slight gut and muscled upper arms. "Looks bad buddy! You wanna let it cool down and we'll check it out later?" Embarrassed, I accepted his offer. "Hop in back with Butch." Butch had a Rangers cap on and wore a tight white t-shirt with denim shorts. "Curt, these are my parents," he said. His mother had hair that was dyed a blackish blue and framed a pale face. She was pretty though in a Morticia Addams kind of way. His dad had shortly cropped hair and wore a t-shirt and shorts like him. I noticed a large Black Flag tattoo on his dad's right arm. They introduced themselves as Ben and Cher. "Dad's an electrician. Now and then he works on the house of a dude who is on the Rangers' management team. He got the tickets just yesterday--sorry for the late notice." "Oh no man...it's cool," I said. "Mom's got her own tattoo shop. Show him your new one mom!" "Well, if you buddy like tattoos...ok." "Sure," I mumbled. She raised her right arm and it was totally covered with feminine tatts. She pointed to a small rabbit with spooky eyes just before her elbow. "Cool!" I said. "Put some music on dad!" he yelled to the front. His dad turned on a CD player and a very familiar song played. "Man, my parents listened to this. Especially my mom!" I told him. "She sounds really cool!" he gasped. "Well, she's not with us anymore," I said shyly. He didn't miss a beat. "Well then your mom's jamming with us for sure!" I smiled at him. His gorgeous green eyes looked back at me with intensity. I felt myself blushing as his grinning mouth opened all the way to expose his braces. When the song was over, another retro-alternative rock song played. It was from the box of 80's LP's that dad kept in the closet and we weren't allowed to touch (unless you were Dean). At once I felt really comfortable with the three of them even though I didn't really know them at all. - - - Once seated at the stadium, the crowd around us cheered. We'd missed the opening of the game, but I felt lucky just to make it there at all. Our seats were at the end of a row in a very high level--well the seats were free for a good reason I supposed. His dad sat first and his mom scooted in just after. That left me on the aisle and Butch next to me on the right. We all had on caps and the sun had just gone down enough to be out of our faces. His dad got us hot dogs and drink. While his parents ate and chatted in between plays, Butch and I had our own conversations. I told him I lived with my dad and brother. I told him I had an older brother as well. He said he was the only child after having a little sister die years ago. The dude was really funny with his funny expressions and comments. The Rangers weren't playing so good and he made many funny jokes. I wasn't saying nearly as much as Butch but he talked enough for the two of us. I never considered myself shy, but I was less talkative around him at first. While we chatted, I texted dad and told him that I'd been picked up from the mall after the car overheated. He said to text him again when I was on my way back to the car so he could make sure I got home. Of course that meant my dad having to pick me up. It was embarrassing for sure. Every time Butch spoke to me he made direct eye contact. Halfway through the game, I was beginning to swoon over him. When he turned to talk to me he often put his hand on shoulder. The constant touching started to get me aroused. Right when I had a full boner, his dad got up to go to the can. I had to awkwardly shift in my seat to hide my erection. When the Rangers finally scored, Butch wanted to stand up but wasn't fast on his crutches. I pulled him up with my arm and he clung to me until we all sat down again. "Man, sorry about that. It's been two months since I lost my foot but I keep wanting to stand up like it's still there." "How'd you lose it?" I asked. He told me he'd gone riding on his motorcycle near his home and was hit by a car. The car that hit him propelled his body toward another vehicle which ran over and crushed his foot. "Oh my fucking god!" I exclaimed. I turned to his mother. "Sorry ma'am!" "Don't worry sweetie...You don't want to know what I screamed when I'd found out what happened to my baby!" "Don't worry man. My parents don't care if I cuss." He proceeded to tell me about the whole experience in excruciating detail. I was amazed at his good attitude about it. "So in a week I get fitted for my prosthetic foot. I am so hyped!" Our team scored again and from then on our attention was focused on the game. In the end, the Rangers won by single point and the crowd was buzzing. It was a long way to the handicapped parking places that his dad had parked in, so we hung with his mom until his dad drove up as close as he could. Butch looked tired after walking so far with the crutches but he didn't complain at all. He managed to stay in good spirits. When he caught me staring at him before I got inside the vehicle, he smiled big. As we drove out of the parking lot and into more traffic, his mom and dad talked low to each other. Their retro mix CD was still playing but at a much lower volume. I didn't say much and Butch just relaxed. Now and then, he brought up cool moments of the game or criticized various plays. He was obviously such a jock. He sounded like a baseball expert. While we rode back to my car, I thought about how crazy it was how I'd made this new friend and that I really liked him. I liked him as a person. Yet at the same time, he turned me on. The whole time he never gave me any indicators that I normally use to determine if a dude might be gay or not. He didn't act effeminate yet he was overly touchy-feely. When I tried to watch his mannerisms he would looked directly at me and I looked away so he wasn't suspicious of my watching him. "What does it feel like?" I asked. "Well even after my wounds healed, I still felt phantom pains. I still do." He began to explain the sensations experienced after the accident. I was intrigued and didn't even notice when we'd exited the freeway until I saw the mall--and my damn car. I'd forgotten to call dad before I got there so he could meet me there. As we parked along side my car, there was a note on the dash inside. I hopped out and unlocked the car. I pulled out the piece of yellow paper and it said, "Call home". I made my call home and found out that dad and Dave had come and checked the car. They made some kind of adjustments to it and refilled the radiator. I told Butch and his family that all was good and I was heading back home. "Please call us and let us know you got home safely!" his mom called out of the window. "Yes ma'am," I said. I looked back at Butch and he winked through the window. It was an acknowledgement for me to humor his mom, but it made me all fluttery after I got in the car. As I drove home, the musty smell of the old car was no longer comforting. It smelled like a dying car. I wanted to get rid of it and get a better one. I remembered that Dave did his best to fix it up, but it was really old and required constant care which my brother and I weren't trained for. Maybe, I wondered, Dave could find us a newer car. No, find ME a car. - - - JJ's dad hired a lawyer to assist with the adoption process. There was no doubt by looking at them they were father and son, but the court required medical testing and lots of legal documentation. There was the matter of JJ's current living arrangement to allowing him to stay with our family. The court had to also involve his great aunt in the proceedings. JJ's social worker contacted dad and told him of her counterpart in Austin who would be working with JJ's dad and sister. She had visited us twice before and often spoke to JJ by phone. Her involvement was yet another reason dad was paranoid about our nudity at home around JJ, but he and I talked and said of course he wasn't telling the woman about us going naked. I decided it was a good thing to have waited so long to include JJ in sex with my brother. Had it happened much sooner, he probably would have blabbed to the social worker by accident. When the social worker had visited us in the past, she was nice but seemed to always be constantly looking around. I always wondered what details she was paying attention to. Yet at the end of each visit, she would seem content and friendly which would dispel any notions that she was suspicious of anything. His dad's lawyer said it would take probably a couple of months before JJ would be living with his dad. All the legal proceedings began the week after JJ's dad visited him. JJ was already starting to look up his new school and Austin and told our manager that he would no longer be working there in a couple of months. Once that was announced, the lack of a "boyfriend" relationship seemed more real - - - The night of the baseball game there had been too much chatter at home about who I went with to keep it a secret. When I got back home, I called Butch to let his mom know I was home safely. When things settled down, JJ asked who I went with. I told him about meeting Butch at the concert. "Why didn't you tell me about him before?" he asked "You had your big weekend so I just downplayed it." "Or you thought I was gonna act weird about it?" He was no dummy. "Yeah. But he's just a new buddy. I can't tell if he's gay or straight." "We're good friends; you can tell me that kind of stuff." I shrugged my shoulders and felt silly for being so paranoid before. "Well, is he hot?" he asked. "Yes, he's really cute." I began describing him to JJ who didn't act the least bit jealous. Maybe he was imagining me having sex with another guy instead of my brother. "I need to go catch up with my brother. I haven't talked to him much at all this week." " "He doesn't know about this guy either?" he asked. "Naw, I've only told my dad." "That's wild that you can talk to your dad about anything!" he said. I excused myself and went to Jeff's room. As usual, I never knocked. He was naked and was beating off watching a kinky porn video. His legs were spread and the middle finger of his other hand was stuck in his ass. "You wanna help me out?" "Sure--dick or ass?" "Neither. Just lick my balls." I scooted over and he gave me enough room to squeeze between his legs. I licked his sac and the balls shifted. I licked quickly and he moaned. I pulled his finger out of his ass and stuck my own in there. It was really lubed and slick. If I wasn't tired I would have fucked him. Luckily he'd been close already and was edging. After my two fingers of my left hand finger-fucked his hole, he began shooting all over. He moaned loud enough for anyone in the house to hear. "Ohhh man...thanks bro!" I tossed him the towel that was on the floor and he wiped himself off. I wiped my fingers on the towel. As he put away the computer and pulled the sheets back, I told him the part of the concert story that I hadn't been able to tell him before. "I wanted to tell you privately, but now JJ knows anyway." "Gay or not, that dudes sounds really cool. Maybe he read your ad for a replacement the 'best friend position' that just opened up." He was always such a smart ass. I punched in the arm hard. "Ow, bitch!" he laughed. "Don't mock me," I snapped. "Fuck, I was just kidding." I wasn't seriously mad at him but he deserved it. When I got back to my room, there was a text waiting from Butch. I lay back on the bed and smiled as I read it. He wanted to hang out again on the upcoming weekend. I slowly stroked my dick thinking of him until I shot a load all over my stomach. I didn't bother cleaning off before I drifted off to sleep. To be continued.