Date: Tue, 13 Jan 2015 19:37:37 -0600
From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Life of a Twisted Twin Part 16

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Life of a Twisted Twin Part 16



(Fiction/fantasy, teen/college romance, incest)



The first month of my senior year passed unusually fast.  I tolerated
school on the weekdays and worked hard on the weekends.  I still hated
school, but managed to maintain decent grades.  With JJ's influence I
learned to do better at school without trying too hard.

In English I improved by reading the stories when they were first assigned.
Aside from literature, the grammar part was easy.  English had been the
class I'd performed the worse in until I'd learned to study better.  I'd
always understood math easily but wasn't disciplined enough to do my own
homework which made me do badly on exams.  I was no longer able to copy or
share Jeff's assignments as we had different teachers, so I had to de each
assignment on my own.  The other classes I got by on by simply reading the
materials assigned (chemistry, history, etc)

Jeff and I got in the habit of doing our homework immediately after we got
home so we could relax the rest of the evening.  I no longer tried to
scramble and complete homework from the day before in other classes and
during lunch.  The change in attitude was simply because it just seemed
easier to get it done on time.

While Jeff continued to pursue Track and Field, I just took regular the
regular physical education class.  I used to enjoy running but the constant
competitions and practice took the fun out of it for me.  Jeff loved the
attention it gave him for being one of the school's athletic stars and I
was happy for him.  He found the competition and achieving athletic goals
rewarding while I found it tiresome.

- - -

Just before the Memorial Day weekend, JJ's adoption paperwork and
proceedings were complete.  He planned for his dad to come pick him up and
take him home on Sunday.  For the next two nights he'd still be with us.  So,
as part of the holiday festivities we celebrated for him.

Dad rented a small lot at a local lake's campgrounds and we camped Friday
and Saturday nights.  It was hot, but we did our best to keep cool by
swimming and wearing the least amount of clothes allowed.  It was one of
those times I really wished there was a nudist beach around.

Dean and Dave joined us Saturday evening.  Hamburgers and hotdogs were
cooked on the grill along with a bunch of other food that Dave had brought
with him.  Half of it was leftovers from the food truck, but we didn't care.
There was lots of food and drink.  Dad also paid for the rental of two jet
skis on the first afternoon.  We tried to nap in the shade in the afternoon
but were up again for food before it got dark.

Just after the sun went down on Saturday evening, there was a small
fireworks show at the edge of the lake.  Everyone was in good spirits and
there was a lot of joking around.  Yet, at the same time I felt a pang of
sadness as I was reminded of all the camping trips as a kid with mom
included.  Those times were so fun.

After the fireworks were over, dad made a toast to JJ and his future.

"You guys have been so good to me.  I know I'd be stuck in misery someplace
if none of this had happened."

He raised his can of coke for a toast.

"So here's to the luckiest black eye I could ever receive!" he joked.

He winked at me and our cans clinked.

Dad pulled out a box of dominoes and we began playing under the light of
the lantern.  Dad played Dave first and beat him fiercely.  JJ and I played
after that while a game of poker was started by some of the others.  Topics
of discussion ranged from sports to work stories.  After I beat JJ in
dominoes, I took a breather from the games and got another drink.

The conversation changed as Dean asked JJ about his college plans and stuff.
I squirmed away from them as the topic of college made me nauseous.  I
hated the expectation of my peers that everyone must to go college after
high school.  I moved to the edge of our camp and sat on a stump.

"I don't blame you man.  I hate that college talk as well," Dave said.

He'd quietly moved up behind me.  In the scant light, I was still able to
see a mosquito land on his leg.  I slapped it.

"Ouch dude!"

"You had a mosquito."

"I told you brother to bring some repellant but he can't remember shit."

He said that in a harmless tone.  He brushed the dead mosquito from his leg.


"So what's new dude?  Have you hung out with that guy from the concert
again?"

"We went to a horror movie but that's all.  He's busy with physical therapy
and getting used to his new foot thing.  I work every damn weekend, so it's
hard to find a time to hang out that jives with our schedule."

"You think he's gay?"

"I don't know.  Maybe I should have Dean meet him and use his super
"gaydar" on him."

"Your brother's gaydar is overblown.  He just makes lucky guesses.  Find
out on your own."

"What are you two sneaking around for over here?" Dean asked.

"Talking about you!" Dave joked.

The two of them walked off with Dave grabbing Dean's ass in the moonlight.  I
wondered if I'd ever have me a husband with such a body like that.

- - -

JJ's father and sister were to pick him up on Sunday afternoon.   He waited
anxiously until they drove up just after the noon hour.   He had on a
turquoise shirt and tan shorts.  He wore a pair of trendy yellow tennis
shoes.  What a change from the "slob" he was the year before.   And his
mood...it was interesting how a person's attitude and disposition could make
them more or less attractive.  He looked very handsome.   When was pouring
me a glass of water in the kitchen he caught me staring.  Naked and
half-hard, he opened his mouth to say something but didn't.  I wondered if
he was gong to offer to have one last blow or fuck.  Before he said
anything, dad walked in the living room.

"You ought to get dressed before they get here."

"Yeah dad..."

He ruined the mood.   It was probably all for the better.   Why have an
emotional moment right before he was going to split?  Dad was right anyway.
I reluctantly got up and looked for a clean pair of shorts and a tank top.
When I came back to the living room, JJ was jumping up to look out the
window and then he hopped up and went out the door.  I looked through the
glass storm door and saw him getting a quick hug by his sister and then by
his dad.

The next fifteen to twenty minutes were spent helping JJ take his stuff out
to his dad's car.   Since moving in he'd acquired lots of new clothes and
other small possessions.  The last thing he took was his mom's pink
box.   Right
before leaving he hugged me.  He gave dad a firm handshake but dad pulled
him into a brief "man hug".  Then he quickly got into the car and rolled
down the window.  His had walked around and started the car.

"Keep in touch dude.  I mean it!" he said.

"Sure thing!"

Then the electric window rolled up and the car shifted into drive.  The car
rode slowly out of the property.   I heard dad walking back inside behind
me.  I didn't want to go back inside, so I went to the dogs' pen and let
them out for a run after pulling my clothes off and laying them on the
fence railing.  I tired myself out by doing so and eventually dragged
myself to bed, smelling like dogs, sweaty, and there was no one to bitch
about it anymore.

- - -

Despite JJ being a quiet person, the house seemed even quieter without him
there.  Part of me was going to miss him.  Another part of me enjoyed
having total privacy again.  Along with the privacy came the option to be
naked and have sex around the house whether it was with Jeff or just my
hand.

I figured I'd be messing around with Jeff a lot after JJ was gone, but we
only fucked one time during the first week.  It was my first time to fuck
him in ages.  I had a lot of pent up sexual energy having only been a
bottom for so many months.   While I had sex with my brother, I imagined
that I was doing it with Butch.  When Jeff was sucking my dick I fantasized
of looking down at Butch instead.  I pretended that I was fucking Butch
hard and he was the one moaning like a baby.  I think I scared Jeff a
little with my aggressiveness.  Even when I knew the lube was running dry I
kept on fucking hard.  The slight friction felt glorious and only stopped a
few times to edge and hold off the cum.  I closed my eyes and images of
Butch flashed in my head.  I imagined fucking him at the concert in front
of everyone.  Then I started filling up my brother's ass with my load.

After I shot my load, I didn't collapse on Jeff and fall asleep in his arms
like in the old times.  Instead, I got up and showered.

- - -

My next meeting with Butch was the weekend after JJ had gone.  I was going
to pick him up Saturday afternoon, so as soon as I got home from work that
morning I went straight to bed.  At 3pm, I picked him up to take him to a
Track competition.   I was going to the match to support my brother and
Butch was going to watch his classmates.  The competition was held at his
school's stadium and it was at the same location where he'd outrun my
brother before.

When I picked him up, he was out of the door before I could open the car
door.  He made a big show of coming out to my car on his new foot with
minimal help from a cane-like device.

"Fucking cool!" I yelled.  "You're a bad ass muthafucka!"

"Hell yeah!" he yelled.

He concentrated on looking at the ground and carefully making his steps
toward my car.  I could tell it was a lot of work to walk on the prosthetic
foot.  Once he was in front of me we did a "High Five".  He looked very
proud.  A crazy part of me wanted to grab him and kiss him.  It was an
impulsive move that I'd done twice before with two other guys, but this
time I held off.  I just looked into his gorgeous eyes and smiled.

It felt like a spring day on that September afternoon.  In the unseasonably
cool air we drove with the windows open.  The sun was out and it was a
beautiful day.  I played the CD of the band we saw together and we sang
(more like screamed) to the music as I drove along.

- - -

After we got our seats, several of his friends came by to check out his new
leg.  I could tell from their discussions and attention that he was very
popular.  A couple of girls flirted with him but he didn't flirt back.  I
kept watching him to see if he was checking out their tits or anything.  I
couldn't tell what he was thinking.  He introduced everyone to me and the
girls blushed and acted silly.

The athletes walked out the field and the P.A. system buzzed as the
National Anthem was played from a recording.  Soon after, the announcer
spoke and the competitions began.   The bleachers were half empty as usual
for a competition so early in the year.  Most everyone was sitting on one
side of the field in small groups.  Track events were nowhere as popular as
all the others, so there was just a small crowd there.

There were several events to follow, but Jeff was only in three of them.  After
the competition began, Butch got all excited as he cheered on his friends
animatedly. He sat at the edge of his seat and looked so intense.  I could
tell he wished badly that he was out there with them.

In the major and final event, Jeff was up against other competitors
including the best runner from Butch's school.  After the runners took off,
I stood up in the bleachers and screamed in support of my brother.  It was
extremely close but nearing the finish line Jeff took off like a rocket and
beat the others by a large margin.

I cheered and grabbed Butch nearly knocking him over.  He steadied himself
and just laughed.  My brother once recovered and having realized he'd won,
jumped around crazily and raised his fists in the air.  The small group of
those supporting my school cheered back--mostly all parents.

After the competition was over, I knew it would be too hectic to go find
Jeff.  He'd won two of the events he competed in.  I felt very happy for
him, but I would see him at home in a few hours anyway to talk about it
with him.

Butch and I slowly made it back to my car.

"You wanna go grab a bite to eat?" I offered.

"Sure man, I'm starving.  My mom made us eat some health food shit this
morning.  I fell like I just ate bird seed.

I laughed and started the car.

- - -

For once I was in jeans and a decent shirt, so I decided to take him to a
more upscale restaurant than just the typical pizza or hamburger joint.  I
let him choose, so we ended up at a nice Italian restaurant.

After we ordered our food, we talked about the competition.  He mentioned
his friends that ran that day and told me a few stories about them.  I half
listened to him as I could only concentrate on his handsome face.  Under
the table, I my dick was hard in my pants.  Since we were in a secluded
corner, I rubbed my cock through the denim several times until I saw the
waiter coming in the distance.  I could feel wetness where my pre-cum had
leaked into my boxers.

After dinner, I took him back home.  He invited me in.  I knew I needed to
get home and nap before work, but I was enjoying hanging around him so much.
He turned on the TV and put it on a sports channel.  I took that as an
invitation to stay longer.

As we watched sports news, he critiqued the commentator's remarks.  I was
too distracted to listen. That's when he tapped me on the shoulder.

"You there dude?" he joked.

He had asked me something about whatever he'd been talking about but I was
too distracted.

"Yeah, I'm sorry man.  My mind was kind of preoccupied.  I've got to tell
you something and I don't know how you're going to react.

His face turned serious.  I was making a ballsy move but doing it with
words instead of chancing a spontaneous kiss or crotch grab.

"I hope it doesn't offend you...but if we're gonna be friends and hang out
there's something I want to you to know about me.  None of my friends at
school know but I just want to be honest.  I'm gay.  I just wanted you to
know that."

He looked at me with a totally serious expression and I knew instantly that
I'd blown it.  My heart beat fast and my stomach tightened up.  Then his
face turned to a goofy expression and he sighed loudly.

"Phewww...thank god.  I mean I hoped you were gay after this being our third
date!"

It took me a minute to catch it.  Then I burst out laughing.  I looked into
his sexy eyes and the tension in my body disappeared.

"Can I ask you somethin'?" he said meekly.

"Sure."

He broke eye contact and looked down at his lap.

"Can I umm...kiss you?"

I pulled him to me and laid a long and sexy kiss on him.  My lips locked
onto his and then I sucked on the lower lip before releasing.

"Oh shit! Haha!"

I just sat there wondering unsure of how react.

"Fuck man, that was my first kiss!"

"Wow, that's so cool man!" I said.

"Let's do it again!"

We kissed again and this time I introduced my tongue.  He was obviously new
at it so I took the lead and moved my tongue around his a few times.  He
soon understood the game and his tongue slid into my mouth.  Then he broke
away.

"Wow, we're kissing for real!"

As we kissed again, his dad came around the corner.  I had thought we were
alone in the house and kind of freaked out.  He wouldn't let go when I
tried to separate.

"Dang dad, can't you give us some privacy?"

"Hey sorry bud!" his dad said.

His dad just chuckled and walked out of the living room like it was nothing.

"My parents know I'm gay,' he admitted. "I told them like when I was
twelve."

"Wow, that's so cool!" I replied.

He kissed me again.  We made out for several minutes until we saw a shadow
moved across the front curtains.

"Mom's home.  Let's stop or she'll be nosey.  She already figured out I had
a crush on you.  She'll be all happy and embarrassing if she sees us
kissing."

"What??" I said.

I was blown away by that statement and I moved away.  His mom came into the
front door with grocery bags.

"There's more outside by the way!" she joked.

"You sit down...I'll get it!" I told him.

He wouldn't have been able to carry but a single bag at a time and walk.  His
dad heard the commotion and was outside behind me grabbing several of the
plastic grocery bags.  We got all of the stuff in one trip and headed back
into the kitchen through the garage.  While his dad helped his mom put the
groceries away, Butch and I slipped out the front door so I could leave.

"So was this your first time with a dude too?" he asked.

"Naw man, I've fooled around with a few guys before.

Then I realized that it sounded like I was a slut.

"You're sorta the first for me!"

"So you came out to your folks?  You talk about this stuff with your mom?"

"Yeah man, mom's cool as shit.  She and I talk about guys all the time.  My
dad's cool with it but he doesn't care to hear about dudes.  He's really
opened minded though."

"But you've never even messed around with dude before?"

"No, my parents told me to be careful...you know--'safe sex' and all
that.  Besides,
I haven't found any guys I really wanted to mess around with.  But the
moment you told me to sit on your shoulders at the show...fuck man--you had
me!"

I blushed like a girl and I felt all fluttery.

"Kiss me before you go!" he told me.

I thought that was a bold thing to ask on a driveway in such a suburban and
conservative looking neighborhood, but I did it.  Not a French kiss, but a
quick kiss on the lips.

I quickly jumped in my car and closed the door to avoid the world seeing
the big tent in my pants.  He stood there in the yard and waved as I drove
away.  My heart would never be the same again.

- - -

I drove back from the suburbs to our rural home completely stoked.  I kept
replaying our conversation over and over in my head.  As soon as I got home
I barged into Jeff's room and closed his laptop as he jerked off.

"Fuck man, what gives?" he shouted.

I quickly rambled and told my story to him.  He patiently listened after he
realized how serious it was to me.  His dick deflated and he wiped his lube
covered hand on a small towel.  I had been undressing while I told him
about my afternoon.

"That's fucking great dude!  Good for you."

He gave me a hug and pulled me onto him.  We lay there laughing in each
others arms.  Then I told him congrats for his excellent skills on the
track.  He looked smug as I gave him accolades.

"I need to get some sleep before work," I told him.

"You wanna sack out here?"

"Naw man, you finish unloading your jizz...I'm sorry I barged in."

"Eh, I can do that anytime.  I'll wake you up at eight if you want."

"Cool, thanks."

I headed to the bedroom and lay down on my stomach.  I was tired because
I'd only slept half the time I normally would have, yet I had trouble
falling to sleep quickly.  I turned some music on and changed positions.  Lying
on my back I stared at the ceiling and thought about the electric kiss with
Butch.

He said Butch was his nickname.  I still hadn't even asked what his full
name was.  My mind wouldn't shut up and let me go to sleep.  I put the
pillow over my head to try to zone out.  I knew one way to expend some
energy.  I spit liberally into my hand and lubed up my dick.  I fantasized
about stripping Butch naked in his living room and fucking his little booty
hard.  It didn't take long to build up to my orgasm.  I shot a nice load
onto my belly and let it sit there without wiping it up.

My dick was still hard and didn't show any desire to go down, so I scooped
up my load into my hand and lathered my dick and balls with it.  Ready for
a second go at it, I jacked tight and slow as if I was humping my hand.  This
time I imagined only the two of us kissing.  I remembered him telling me I
was his first kiss.  That meant anything else we were to do, I'd be his
first at it.  After about five minutes I was shooting again.  The orgasm
was more intense but there was only half the jizz.  I licked all of it off
my hand and fingers.  Feeling spent, I closed my eyes.  I rolled over and
drifted off to sleep finally.

 - - -

During the next week I talked to Butch a million times on the phone.  As
soon as I was done with homework each night I was on the phone.  We talked
until dad yelled at me to get to sleep (he could somewhat hear my voice
being next to his room).

During our nightly conversations he divulged his real name--Chester!
Chester!  He said his dad started the nickname of Butch when he was little
and it stuck.  He was named after his grandpa.  I found it adorable, but he
despised the name.  I wanted to call him Chester.  It was so nerdish that
it was cute.

Even though I was working the night shifts on the weekend, my boss left me
the same extra responsibilities that he gave me when I was working during
the week in the summer.  I still ordered specialty items and stuff that was
on sale.  While my manager worked Friday evenings, we had no managers there
on Saturday and Sunday nights.  He left me in charge of everyone on
Saturdays.  I loved the responsibility and challenges.  I was well liked by
all the guys and never had to push back on anyone.  I came to realize that
I really loved my job.

Although my grades were improving at school, I still hated it.  I lived for
the weekends even though I had to work all night.  Jeff on the other hand
began having problems at work a month or two before JJ left.  I felt bad
for him as he worked in an environment where the employees had zero morale.
After tensions grew with him and one of the managers at the Wal-Mart he
worked at, he walked out and quit.

Dad wasn't too happy about the way he walked out, but told him the next
time to take time to find a job doing something he likes much better.  Dad
definitely didn't want to him working there if he was being treated like
shit.  At least while he was out of work I'd have the car anytime I wanted
it.

- - -

Two weeks later after our last date, Butch and I went out again.  However,
I was reluctant to go where he wanted us to hang out.  He'd asked for me to
drive us to the area in Dallas where all the gay clubs were.  I was
hesitant to be in an environment among many other gay men.  I was unsure of
why...perhaps I didn't want to get "outed" in case I saw someone from school.
I was never comfortable around very effeminate men either.  However, I
agreed to go.

We were under age for any of the bars or clubs there, so I wasn't sure why
he wanted to go.  Besides, it was Sunday afternoon and I figured it would
be deserted.  I had never actually been there like Dave and Dean had dozens
of times, but I'd heard about some of their wild experiences.  I figured
Butch just wanted to see what it was like there.

When we arrived, we parked behind a long shopping strip that contained
small stores and a few clubs.  Slowly, we made our way to a hamburger joint
on a corner.  It had indoor and outdoor seating.  I was surprised to find
it packed.

"Let me buy you lunch dude!"

"Okay," I said.

I was definitely hungry.  We had to stand around for while until a seat
became available outside.  A cute waiter came to us the second that we sat
down and asked what we wanted to drink.  Each of us ordered a huge burger
and fries after he returned with our fountain drinks.  Just beyond our
seats, two older daddy types walked by on the sidewalk holding hands.

"Isn't this place awesome?  A place where we can be openly gay with no one
giving a shit!"

I kind of shrugged my shoulders.

"Dude, yeah...I guess." I replied.

Then Butch went into a polite lecture that I shouldn't be embarrassed but
proud to be gay and stuff.  It was like I was listening to a gay rights
speech.  It made me feel kind of dumb.  I didn't follow any gay movements
and knew nothing of the history of gay rights.

"Well you're not out at school either...so you're not embarrassed to 'come
out' there?" I asked.

I realized that sounded hateful after I said it but he didn't get mad.

"Well I agree with about school...there's enough drama there to deal with
flack about being gay.  But away from there we shouldn't give a shit.  Look
around you dude...all these people are gay!  Kiss me here.   Kiss me."

As I stretched over to kiss him on the lips quickly, the waiter returned
and winked as he put our plates on our table.  I had never had any gay
friends my age much less anyone around me that was so "gay proud".  And he
was only seventeen so educated about gay stuff!  He talked some more as we
ate about the Stonewall riots and I had no clue what he was referring to.

"I have to be honest man...I don't know anything about what you're talking
about.  I'm gay, but I don't keep up with all this stuff."

"Well, we gotta look out for ourselves man.  Bigot assholes will run us
over if we don't!"

He ate the last of the French fries.

"Today I wanted to come here in advance to see what it was like before the
parade next weekend."

"What parade?"

"You goof!  The annual Dallas Gay Pride Parade." he said.

I felt dumb again.

"Oh, I had no idea man."

"No worries.  I didn't mean to get on my soapbox.  With very liberal
parents I've been very influenced to pay attention to stuff like this."

I was dying for a change in conversation.

"So you're parents don't have any problems with you being gay at all?"

"No man.  They are really hip.  Well with mom having the tattoo shop she
meets all kinds anyway.  She'd be in the wrong business if she had problems
with alternative lifestyles.  Hell my parents are kinky anyway."

"Oh yeah?"

That sort of peaked my interest.

"Dude, my parents are sex freaks.  They get it on crazy all the time."

"You can hear them or what?" I asked.

"Yeah, I even watch them sometimes.  I mean, well secretly but dad knows.  Ever
since I was a kid I'd hear them fucking loud.  Even when I was like ten or
eleven I would get hard from hearing my dad moaning and begging mom to suck
his dick!"

"Fucking no way!" I said and laughed.

"You think I'm a freak huh?"

"No, that's cool man..."

"Yeah, and then I started listening outside their door.  Once I learned to
beat off, I began jacking off listening to them.  My dad is kinda rough and
really masculine you know...but once he's in the sack with my mom he's pussy
whipped!  He's totally lives for that pussy!"

It kind of freaked me out hearing him talk about his parents that way.  Odd
that it should have affected me so having been from a very sexual household
myself.  My dick hardened under the table as he told me more.

"I'm pretty sure dad knows I listen because when he knows he's gonna get
laid he'll hint around beforehand by saying stuff like 'I'm gonna sleep
really good tonight' or 'I really need to relieve some stress' and he winks
at me!"

Butch looked excited as the spilled the beans on his parents' antics.

"And I'll hear her vibrator and dad working her over with it before they
fuck!"

"You said your dad is kinky...is he bisexual?" I asked innocently.

I definitely wasn't going to tell him about my own dad but I was very
curious.

"Hell no, dad's totally straight.  But I know he digs watching women get it
on together.  I've found several of his DVD's.  I don't think mom is into
women at all, so dad just fantasizes with the videos.  He's totally loyal
to my mom, but he never misses a pair of tits or ass when walking on the
street anywhere.  He's a big flirt...he even flirts with the old bag at the
grocery store!"

He had me laughing a lot by then.  I'd had finished my own burger and fries
as he told me about his family.  I recalled other things he'd already told
me during our late night phone calls.  There were stories him seeing men
and woman getting tatts on sexual parts of their bodies (he peeped behind
curtains) at his mom's shop.  He told me how his dad would get flashed now
and then when working on people's houses.  He seemed to concentrate on the
sexual stories.

I knew he said he was a virgin, but I wondered how kinky his own fantasies
were having grown up in that environment.  I would find out in time...

- - -

After we ate, we had chilled coffee in a small coffee shop/internet bar
down the street.  Gay men of all types were in the shop.  Later on, we
walked through gift shops and two clothing stores.  In every instance, we
met both straight acting and effeminate men.  I was beginning to realize my
fear of the gay stereotype was quite silly.  In time, I forgot I was even
in a "gay" neighborhood and just enjoyed being with Butch.

While in the last clothing shop, Butch tried on a couple of t-shirts.  I
wasn't fond of clothes shopping, but I was patient with him while he looked
all around.  When he was finally making his way back up the front and
limping badly with the cane, a store employee told him he'd carry the
shirts to the counter.  I heard Butch say he'd better hurry back up front
before his boyfriend fell asleep.

Boyfriend!!  I was quite awake after he referred to me as his "boyfriend".  I
grabbed the shirts from the employee before Butch could open his wallet.  I
put my Visa debit card on the counter quickly.

"Dude!" Butch protested.

"It's what boyfriends do!" I said.

He kissed me in front of everyone.

- - -

I took Butch home after we bought the shirts.  When we arrived at his
house, it looked deserted.

"Come on inside...my parents aren't here.  They won't be back from a motor
cycle rally until late tonight.  Come on!"

My dick stirred at the thought of messing around with him.  Once inside I
asked him to try the shirts on for me.  In a sexy way, he pulled off his
existing shirt and tossed it somewhere behind the couch.  He unfolded the
first one.  He slipped on the bright red shirt and it looked stunning.  It
fit his body as if it had been sprayed on.

"I know you like it--your dick speaks for you!"

I reached down and felt my dick sticking out in the crotch of my pants.  He
reached down and felt it through the denim.

"Can I see it?" he asked.

"Only if you take your jeans off.  I wanna see you in your underwear and
that tight shirt."

"Let's go to my room bud!" he suggested.

I followed him through the house and into his room.  The walls were covered
with sports posters and most of them had hot shirtless athletes.  There was
a shelf full of trophies of all kinds and blue ribbons from some kind of
competitions.  There were several team logos hanging on the walls and even
a small basketball hoop over the bed.  It looked like a gay jock's room.

Butch sat on his bed and pulled the shoe off his good foot.  He unzipped
his pants and exposed that he had no underwear on.  I saw a tiny patch of
blondish brown pubic hair above the zipper.  He sat up enough to slide the
jeans down to his knees.  He nodded down at his pants.  I got the hint and
slid them off of him.  There he was pant less with one sock on the good leg
and the prosthetic leg still attached.  He pulled the rubber down and
slipped his leg out of it.  Before me was the bare stub where his lower leg
and foot used to me.

"Does that freak you out?" he asked meekly.

I got on my knees and felt it all over.  I was curious but not grossed out
at all.  I kissed it on the tip and looked up at him.

"Get the fuck naked dude!" he said loudly.

I quickly kicked off my shoes and dropped my pants.  Once off I kicked them
to the side and pulled my shirt off.  Finally I was wearing my favorite
outfit--nothing!"

My cock was rock hard and pointed up at the ceiling.  I shuddered when I
felt his small hand lightly grab my balls.  The other hand slid up my shaft
and lightly stroked its head.

"Holy fuck your dick is huge!" he said.

I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations of him touching another
man's penis for the first time.  After a couple minutes of feeling me up he
paused.

"You're gonna think this is weird, but can I smell your balls?"

"Duh...do it!" I moaned.

He lifted my nuts in one hand and sniffed them all over.

"MMMM!" he moaned.

He lifted them up and stuck his nose all over.  He was huffing all around
them.  Then he buried his noses in my pubes above my dick.  I opened my
eyes and looked down at him sitting there in just that skintight red shirt
and I wanted to attack him.  I played it cool and just let him explore me.

"Fuck man...look at all the "pre" oozing from your dick...I love it!"

"Yeah, I drip a lot when I'm hard," I confessed.

"Can I taste it?"

"Go ahead!"

I shivered as his soft tongue licked across my sensitive piss slit.  When
he pulled away more pre-cum oozed in a long string from the slit to his
sweet lips.  I had to pull him up and kiss him.  He was so much shorter
than me and had his leg off, so I grabbed his waist and lifted him up.  He
was light as a boy.  His arms went around my upper torso and held on to my
back.  Our lips met and my tongue went straight into his mouth.

We French kissed like that for a couple of minutes until he began to slide
off.  We rolled onto his bed and made out heavily.  When we finally came up
for air, he whispered in my ear.

"Can I see your ass?"

I stood up again and he sat up with one foot on the carpet.  I felt his
hands rubbing all over my cheeks.  He squeezed them and rubbed his face
against them.

"Oh dude you are so god damn perfect!" he sighed.

I smiled to myself.

"Can I ask something else you might think is really weird?"

"Yeah...

"Can I sniff your ass?"

"You can do anything you want bud...don't ask anymore.  Just do it!"

I spread my cheeks with my hands and fully exposed my sweaty hole.  Immediately
I felt his nose rubbing all up and down my crack.  Before long his nose was
replaced with his lips.  He was kissing my ass lips with his own!

"Fuck man that feels so fucking good..."

Then I felt what I wanted...a tongue being forced into my hole.  The whole
time he was eating my ass he was sniffing my crack with long huffs.  It
wasn't dirty, just had a half-day's worth of oils and sweat.  His good leg
wrapped around my right ankle and his bare foot rested on mine.  Each of
his arms was wrapped around my legs.  I kept my cheeks spread with my hands
and bent over more to allow him as much room as possible to penetrate my
butt hole with his long tongue.

I began jacking my dick as he hungrily rimmed me.  While he slurped and
licked all over me back there, his hands began to slide up down past my ass.
His touch gave me chills as his fingers ran over the light covering of
blond hair on my upper legs.  But as good as the ass eating was I wanted to
explore his body too.  So, I slowly stood up straight again and eased away
from his face.

When I turned around his face was red and there were beads of sweat on his
forehead.   Saliva dripped down his chin.  I moved next to him and sat on
the bed.  I our sides were touching.  I slid my right arm around his little
waist and pulled him into a kiss.  Just before our lips met I licked off
the drool from his chin.

While kissing he pushed me into his pillows and pulled the bed spread back.
The sheets had Dallas Cowboys logos all over them and were printed in the
team's colors.  I lifted my long legs to allow the covers to be pushed to
the far end.  Once I was on my back he got on top of me.  He teased by
rubbing his crack against my dick head.

"You wanna get fucked?" I offered.

"Let's just play safe today," he whispered.

He began playing with my tits until the nips were hard.

"Wow man, your nipples are big...can I squeeze them a little?  Or do you
think that's too weird?"

"Squeeze, suck, bite'em". I gasped.

I loved my nips played with.  I thought it was sweet how he worried about
being "too weird".  He squeezed them lightly at first between his thumb and
forefinger with each hand.  Little by little he squeezed harder until I
reacted.  Then with no warning he twisted them.  It fuckin' hurt but it
also sent major signals to my dick (which was beyond rock hard).  As he sat
on my pubes my dick slapped against his butt.  His legs were on either side
of my hips.

He was totally torturing them and just when I was about to tell him to stop
he let go.  His head dropped to my chest and he sucked the left one which
relieved the pain.  Then he moved to the other while his right hand
playfully tweaked the freshly sucked one.  The tit sucking went on for a
couple of minutes before he scooted down to my dick.

He started sucking me and instantly I felt both his teeth and braces
scratch painfully against my skin.

"OUCH!"

I lightly pulled his head off me.

"Dude, you gotta cover your teeth with your lips like this!"

I showed him how by sucking my lips in and covering my teeth.

"Sorry man...it's my first and damn...your dick is huge!"

"Take the shirt off," I told him.

I didn't think I was really huge but I guess compared to his own he thought
I was big.   His dick seemed to be maybe six inches or a little past that.  It
didn't matter to me as it was proportionate to his body and I loved
anything about him. He pulled the new shirt off and exposed his smooth
shoulders.

He practiced sucking several times and asked me in between blows if he was
doing better.

"You sure are bud!" I sighed.

I put my hands behind my head with elbows out and enjoyed getting sucked.  He
alternated sucking with licking my balls and it was fantastic.  Five
minutes passed and I opened my eyes and looked at his cute face looking
back at me.  That's all it took.  I started cumming.

"Uhhh...ahhh!"

His head bobbed up and down faster and he devoured my cum.  I could hear
him swallowing and smacking as I shot.  I reached for his shoulders and
grabbed on the smooth, silky skin.

"Was that good?" he asked.

His face was aglow and he looked all excited like when he was at the
baseball game and our team scored.

"Fuck yeah man...now it's your turn!"

"Too late!" he laughed.

As he scooted off my leg I felt sticky goo as his balls lifted off.

"Dude you came without touching yourself?" I gasped.

"Well actually I was grinding against your leg.  Talk about friction!"

We both laughed and I pulled him up to me.

"No don't you think I'm weird, but I wanna taste my cum in your mouth," I
told him.

"Too late man, I swallowed it all."

"Let me try."

We kissed very gently and it was totally erotic and sensual.  I didn't want
to leave his bed.  I didn't even care if his parents came home; I wanted to
have sex all day.  After our kissing finally ended, there was a slight hum
in the background.

"That's the garage door.  They're back."

I started to get up and grab my clothes quickly.

"Don't rush man...it's cool.  It's not like they don't see your car outside."

He got up and hopped on the one good foot and closed the bedroom door.   I
was sitting on the bed pulling my pants on.  He plopped naked on my lap and
rubbed his hands on my chest.

"Dude, you are so fine!" he said.

He kissed me and I dropped the sock I was about to put on.  My dick was
already hard again.  I rubbed his soft bush while we kissed.  His penis
rose and touched the back of my hand.

"Hey honey, we're home!" his mom called.

According to their footsteps on the wooden floor, they walked on past his
room without pausing.

"Okay!" he yelled back.

It was no big deal at all that his parents were hovering about.  He stood
up on the one foot and reached for my sock.  Just before handing it to me,
he sniffed it.  After inhaling, he began to speak.

"I know that seems weird but--"

"Stop it.  Quit worrying.  If you're weird then I'm probably much weirder."
I said.

"Well, I guess we'll find out huh?"

There was a mischievous smirk on his face while he watched me dress.  He
grabbed his prosthetic and sat in his computer chair while putting it on.  Once
done he stood up.

"Fuck man, you look sexy naked wearing just that thing," I told him.

He grinned big and exposed his braces.  He slowly hobbled to the closet and
stepped inside.  He came out in just a while towel.  It wasn't very long
and looked like it could easily fall off.

"I'll walk you to the door."

"You aren't gonna dress?" I asked.

"Why bother?  I go around the house in a towel all the time.  They don't
care dude."

I was speechless.

He walked to the door and opened it.  I could hear an electric can opener
in the kitchen.  As we walked past the living room, his dad was shirtless
and barefoot watching TV.  He has a slight gut and a chest that sagged a
little, but his arms were buffed and tattooed.

"Hey sport, good to see you again!" his dad said.

"Yes, sir." I said.

At the door, Butch openly kissed me right there in front of his dad.  After
our kiss broke, I opened the screen door and stepped out.  I heard his dad
remark about it just after I walked out.

"You get laid son?  Way to go man!"

My heart raced after I heard that.  I hurried walked to the car.  I sat in
the car and just stared at their house for a minute before I drove away.  It
had happened!  This was it.  I was in love!

To be continued

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