Date: Wed, 27 May 2015 19:38:47 -0500
From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Life of a Twisted Twin Part 18

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Life of a Twisted Twin Part 18

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

On the day before Thanksgiving, I received a letter in the mail from
JJ.   It was rare for me to get anything in the mail except for
birthday cards from relatives.  The letter was handwritten but
included a photo of him and his family on a vacation.  The tone of his
letter was positive for the most part.  He said that he'd started
going to a therapist to help deal with his mood swings and depression
even though they didn't happen so much anymore.

After reading the letter I felt glad that I didn't get more
emotionally involved with him than I did.  It was smart to not tell
him about all my family's sexual history and stuff when he couldn't
deal well with his own childhood.  I folded the letter and placed it
in my drawer full of random junk, keepsakes, and mementos.

- - -

My first holidays with Butch were really nice.  I spent Thanksgiving
with him and his family along with a bunch of his parents' eccentric
friends (hippies, artists, a hairdresser, etc.).  Butch came over to
our house in the evening of Christmas day and we exchanged gifts.

On his Christmas day visit, we discreetly slipped to my room and made
out naked for an hour before jacking each other off.  He got off on
the fact we were messing around with everyone home.  He had no idea
every already knew exactly what we were doing back there and didn't
care.

I loved lying naked with him.  Despite being over a foot taller than
him, the differences in height actually allowed for some easier
cuddling than one might think.  I liked lying on my back with my knees
up--him sitting on my lap with my dick pressed against his crack as he
leaned forward on my chest and we kissed in bliss.

I felt in total peace when he would put his head down on my shoulder
and his soft brown hair brushed my face.  I always sniffed his hair
and smiled when he did that.  With him I learned that just lying next
to someone and holding them could be as sensual as sex and foreplay.

Our simple session ended in mutual jacking off with each other
shooting our loads on the others body.  I didn't wipe his cum off but
rubbed it into my skin.  I watched him dress and put the leg on as I
stroked my half limp penis.  I loved all his little mannerisms like
eye blinks, biting his lower lip, and making grunt sounds while
putting on the leg.  Hell, he could fart and I adored it.  I was so in
love!

- - -

During our time off from school I didn't work at all.  As New Year's
Day approached, it was time for me to go get tested for HIV as I
promised I would.  I was never worried until the day we went back for
the results.

On the ride there I began to question how much unprotected sex I'd had
again.  I had anal and oral sex with multiple partners and never used
a condom ever.  I had no idea who Jeff had fooled around with and
might have carried STD's.  I didn't know what Dave or Dean was doing
back in the days that they fucked me--were they fucking strangers too?
I really felt horrible.

My results were negative.  One would think after the good news and
after holding out for so long that the first thing we would have done
was to fuck.  I was relieved of course.  A calmness settled over me
that made me take a deep breath.  I just thought about how now I could
eventually help Butch enjoy losing his virginity.

I just drove Butch back home from Dallas and we sat and watched TV
together alone in the living room.

"I really envy you guys being naked at home all the time," he said.

His head was on my shoulder.  His parents were around somewhere but
his hand rested openly on my crotch.  He massaged my dick through my
jeans and it stayed half hard without even becoming fully hard.  I
sniffed his hair and closed my eyes.

"Like I said before, you're always running around in a towel here.
You're just a towel away from being nude anyway."

He laughed and I slid my hand into his.  The rerun on TV droned on and
he fell asleep next to me.  I just sat there with him dozing for an
hour or so and never moved so he wouldn't stir.  At last, his mom came
around the corner in a small, purple satin robe that showed most of
her legs (almost too short!).

"Hey babe...we're hitting the sack," she said.

She didn't realize in the dim light of the TV screen that he was out.
I slowly pulled away and stood up.  He barely stirred.  He slid
sideways on the pillow and mumbled.  I whispered to her, "Goodnight,"
and tiptoed out of the house.

I drove home very content.  Was it just the calm of relief regarding
the news about my STD testing?  Usually after leaving his house at
night I'd jack off through my jeans until I got home and then shoot a
load in my bedroom.  That night, I just went inside and undressed.  I
slipped onto my bed and rolled over.  Jacking off without him seemed a
waste.  I just rolled on my stomach and went to sleep.

- - -

I didn't spend Valentine's Day with Butch.  He'd entered a competition
out of town, which was sponsored for amputees and adults with other
physical disabilities.  Valentine's Day landed on a Friday and he left
immediately after school.

Feeling kind of lonely, I just napped until it was time to go to work.
I was bored and horny and had nothing else to do.  My brother wasn't
in and dad was already asleep on the couch.  It couldn't have been any
duller.

Luckily, the night sped by and there were no call-ins.  The stock
loads were small and we finished on time the next morning.  I drove
home expecting to be bored again and planned to sleep all day.  When I
got home, I heard talking down the hall.  Jeff was in dad's room.  It
sounded interesting.  I stripped as I walked down the hall and found
my brother playing with dad's fat cock.

Jeff was sniffing dad's balls when I walked in the room.  Dad had his
hands behind his head enjoying whatever was going on.  My dick rose
seeing my brother giving my dad some attention.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Only dad's dick.  I was supposed to wake him up so he can look at the
car...it won't start."

"Maybe if you blow him he'll get up!" I joked.

"Hell, I need to get fucked instead," Dad remarked.

I replied, "How can anyone ride that thing anyway?  It's too fat."

"I bet he can."

Dad nodded to Jeff when he said that.

"I dare you to try it dude!" I urged.

"I don't think I could take it!"

"Sure you can sport!"

Dad egged him on.  I walked to the dresser and got the half-filled
bottle of lube.

"You should try it...let's see if you can do it!" I tempted.

He took a deep breath and sighed, "Okay...let's do it."

My dick became fully hard at the thought of my dad banging my bro.
I'd seen Dean and Dave get fucked a dozen times but I'd never seen my
brother sit on dad's pole.  This was going to be interesting.

"Ass up!" I ordered.

Jeff sat on the edge of the bed doggy style and I squirted lube into
his ass.  I poured it all over my left hand and began fingering his
butthole.  Two fingers slid in with no effort...so did three.  I finger
fucked him for a couple of minutes and dad just watched.  Jeff signed
and lowered his shoulders with his ass still in the air.  I wanted
badly to ram my own dick inside him but held back.  I softly stroked
my meat instead.

Next, I inserted a fourth finger so that four fingers were digging
around up his ass.  He moaned and groaned.  I squirted more lube into
his hole as I pulled out and it gaped open.

"It's all yours dad!"

Dad never moved, but Jeff sat up and scooted to dad's waist.  He stood
up and slowly lowered over his penis.  He stopped just as his hole
made contact.  I moved dad's dick back and forth rubbing it against
the slipper crack.  I squirted lube on dad and pulled Jeff's waist
down slightly by gripping his hips.  Dad's head pressed against Jeff's
ass lips.  With a fast motion, Jeff scooted down on it.  Dad's head
disappeared.  Jeff didn't act like there was any problem.

However, as he tried to ease down on it, his face became contorted
with a painful expression.  One inch was already inside and he tried
to lower even more.

"OUCH! FUCK!" he shouted

"You don't have to do it son...if you can't take it I'm good."

"Fuck that!" Jeff said.

He was so competitive with himself.  He wasn't going to back down
easily.  I tried to help but rubbing my fingers all around the
stretched lips that had wrapped around our father's cock.  Dad sat up
a little.

"Your dick sure doesn't mind.  It's stayed hard the whole time!" Dad said.

I got up on the bed and looked up close to the action.  My face was
inches from Jeff's ass.  He slid down just a little bit more.

"You should ride it a little but don't go down any further," I suggested.

He did what I said and his face was still showing discomfort.  Dad
reached up and played with Jeff's balls and rubbed his pubes.

"You're getting' a nice bush buddy!"

"Thanks dad!"

"What about mine?" I asked

I pulled my curly pubic hairs out and stroked them for dad.

"You too son!"

Jeff rubbed his legs.

"Your legs are cramped huh?" I asked.

"Yep."

"I have a better idea," dad suggested.  "Why don't you lay on you
belly and I'll bet behind you."

Jeff rose up off dad's knob and rubbed his puffy red hole.  He plopped
down on his stomach and spread his legs wide.  Dad sat up lazily and
rolled to Jeff's exposed crack.  Dad bent down and began to sooth my
brother with a good rimming.  I sat on the edge of the bed beating my
meat.  Dad looked hot drilling his tongue in Jeff's chute.  Jeff cooed
like a baby.  After a couple of minutes, Dad got on his knees and
moved his dick towards the target.

Dad slid his cock inside past the head.  Jeff didn't flinch as much as
before.  Dad slowly rocked.  Jeff was laying down his dick flat
against the bed pointing toward dad.  It looked sexy to see the head
gleaming from the backside.   Dad slid in some more.

"Ugghhhhhhh!"

"You can take it boy!"

Dad slow fucked him with just the few inches that were already
inserted.  I got as close as I could to see it moving in and out.  Dad
slid in another inch.  Jeff gasped and bit his pillow.  I moved over
and rubbed his head to comfort him.  His eyes were closed tightly.
Dad's hips gently moved in rhythm.  I bent down to kiss Jeff and his
mouth met mine.  It was a loving, brotherly kiss.  Sweat rolled from
under his hair down his right temple.  It dripped onto the sheets.

"How much more do you got to go dad?" he asked.

"What are you talking about?  I've been all the way in for a few minutes!"

Jeff perked up and sat up a little.  I scrambled to the back to see
dad's cock go all the way in and then almost all the way out each
time.  Dad got faster and faster until he was banging Jeff.  The bed
rocked hard.  I reached under Jeff and played with his dick.  It was
hard as a rock.  Either he got used to the pain or it had subsided.
Dad's body now had a sheen of sweat all over it.  I could smell his
pits getting musky.

With no warning, dad pulled out and flipped Jeff like a pancake onto
his back.  He lifted Jeff's legs in the air and let them rest on his
shoulders.  He moved his dick back into Jeff's ass and fucked him
good.  Jeff lay there with his eyes closed and slobbered.  I continued
to play with his dick and balls.  When I thought he was getting close,
I pulled off and sucked on his nips.

"I need some more lube!" Dad said to me.

I got up and grabbed the bottle that rolled off the bed.  I popped the
top open and squirted on dad's dick.  He pulled out only enough to get
the lube on it and then began to ride Jeff again.  Jeff reached up to
dad and put his hands on dad's neck.  Dad lowered down and their
mouths met.  They feverishly kissed.  It was at that point I jacked my
dick faster and started spewing all over dad's leg.

"I'm ready!" Jeff mumbled.

I took my cum-soaked hand and began frantically jacking my brother
off.  It took less than thirty seconds to send him over the edge.  Cum
flew upward onto dad's stomach and then dad started groaning.

"Uhhh mannn...that's it!"

Dad bucked my brother like he was a breeding bitch.  Even though he'd
already had an orgasm Jeff started moaning again and a small spurt of
cum oozed out on it's own.  Dad collapsed on top of him a sweaty mess.
Their wet faces touched as dad regained his composure.  Still inside
my brother, he slowly sat up.

"Ok buddy, I'm easing out.  I ain't that soft yet so let your ass relax."

"Yes sir," Jeff mumbled.

Dad lifted off my brother and sat up on the bed.

"Phew!  Well I guess you earned some decent car service.  Man oh man!"

Dad ran his fingers through his hair and stood up and stretched.  He
walked into his bathroom and I heard the shower running.

"Let me see your hole!" I said.

I felt giddy and silly.  Jeff pulled his knees up to his chest.  I
softly stroked his swollen ass lips.  I'd never seen them protruding
like that.  Instead of his perfect round star shape, his hole was a
little knotted and uneven.  I slid my middle finger inside and it was
really warm.  It felt really roomy in there.  As I pulled out my
finger, his hole lightly farted and a long stream of jizz poured out.
I cupped my hand and let it fill it.  Another ass spurt and all the
cum had drained out.  I lifted it to show him.

"Sweet!" he said.

I rubbed it all over his chest and he stretched his legs out.  Once
done, he pulled my fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean.  I
heard the shower turning off and the shower curtain opening.  Dad was
drying off.

"What a fuck!" my brother groaned.

And that was no lie...

- - -

Jeff and I turned 18 in the spring.  On a windy March night, Dave's
Mom and step dad, Butch's parents, and a ton of friends from school
joined my family.  Even a few of the guys from work showed up.  Dad
rented a small banquet room at a local hotel and had Mexican food
catered from a local restaurant:  quesadillas, tacos, salsa with
chips, guacamole--the works.  Everyone loved the food and had a blast.

It was held at the new hotel off the interstate highway and it
contained a couple of clubs that locals went to on the weekend.  The
room we had was open to a bar that played loud music--the mood was
kind of raucous.  The bar apparently catered to a lot of redneck
types.  We couldn't drink alcohol of course, but the bar area allowed
folks from our party to mingle inside with the hotel guest and other
locals.

It was around ten o'clock when my brother and I discovered it...karaoke!
  Off and on through midnight we got up and sang as many times as
possible.  The DJ kept letting us squeeze in a song between other
people because it was our birthday.

We sang loud, out of pitch, and off tempo, but it was fun acting like
dorks.  Friends and family wandered in an out of the banquet room to
refill on food and sodas often.  About half an hour before midnight,
we were surprised to see two familiar faces walk in.  It was Les and
Keith who we'd met at the Hamburger joint.

I knew my brother had heard from Les a few times.  They had talked
about going out but never did.  Jeff walked over to shake their hands.

"Dude, you're kinda late!  They're gonna kick us out in a little while!"

"I know man...but I forgot the directions you gave me and we drove way
past this place before we realized we fucked up!"

He had a cute smile with perfect, straight teeth.  He looked my
brother in the eyes and did a lot of blinking--he was charming and
flirty.

"Better late than never--come sit down.  Why don't you meet my family?"

They walked off and I saw Jeff introducing Les to our dad who looked
tired.  Dad was normally dozing on the couch at this time after a long
week of work.  I put my hand on Keith's shoulder and moved him toward
Butch and introduced him.  Butch, being so much shorter, still managed
to reach up and give Keith a "man hug".  I swooned at the way Butch
looked so sexy in the neon lights of the beer signs.

Jeans, a sock, and a shoe covered his prosthetic leg--no one was the
wiser.  He'd adapted so incredibly fast to it you really didn't know
he had it unless you saw it.  In the background, someone was singing
an 80's song and Butch's parents were slowly dancing to it alone on
the little dance floor (with a dim disco ball rotating above them).

Butch whispered to me, "Look at them...dad's getting laid tonight for sure!"

All was wonderful that night.  My brother and I were with our best
friends and family.  My boyfriend was by my and I was finally
eighteen!  I kept thinking in between the laughs and conversations how
lucky I was.

- - -

Having the birthday weekend off was wonderful.  I slept late as I
could and then got up to feed the dogs.  With only tennis shoes on, I
ran with them all over the property and tossed their squeaky toys to
them over and over.  Eventually, all three of us were exhausted.  They
followed me into the dog run area and guzzled water from the large
pan.

I went back inside and heard dad and Jeff talking down the hallway.  I
walked down to dad's room and crazily jumped onto the bed really hard
to disrupt them.  Sweat streamed down my brow.

"Dude, what the fuck?" Jeff laughed.

"You stink like dogs!" dad said.

He wasn't mad though.

"Sorry, did I interrupt you guys?  Dad about to fuck your brains out again?"

Jeff rolled his eyes.

"Your brother was just talking about his new love," dad said mischievously.

"Dad!"

Jeff looked at me and shook his head.

"You talking about Keith or Les?" I asked.

"Les," Jeff said.

When he said the name "Les" his face looked dreamy.

"Uh oh...I can see it in your eyes bro!"

"What can you see?"

Then he was acting defensively.

"Nothin'...just teasing you."

I winked at dad.

Jeff said, "I was just telling dad what all we talked about last
night.  He's just a normal, cool guy.  Just a regular down to earth
dude.  And he's so damn cute!"

"Why haven't you two gone out or messed around before now?"

"I don't know...he didn't ask me out before.  We've just had long talks
on the phone.  I think it's cool he's not wanting to get his dick in
my mouth first thing."

"Did you get to see his dick last night?"

He swiped the back of my head with one of the big pillows.

"Ouch!" I yelped.

"No man...we just hung out. "

I squeezed in between them and lay on my stomach.  Jeff was on his
side facing me and dad was relaxing with his hands behind his head.

"Dad, when did you fall in love for the first time?" Jeff asked.

That was an interesting question.  Dad had a far away look in his eyes
for a while.  I didn't think he was going to answer.  Dad was never
one to talk about personal stuff--especially from the mysterious past.

"It was with your brother's daddy.   We met through friends and he
hung out all the time with your mama.  She was what guys called a fag
hag...no disrespect to you mom."

Dad moved one arm and scratched the side of his butt.

"Well...there was one night when he was over and your granny and pawpaw
had gone to the evening church service.  We lay on my bed talking.  I
just couldn't keep my eyes off him.  I'd fooled around only with my
cousin before that...but that experience was more about getting head."

Dad had a far away look in his eyes when mentioning one of our cousins
from Louisiana.

"Hank just held me captive with every word.  I watched the way he
carried himself, they sexy way he laughed.  I guess I had a crush on
him already before that night.  When he realized what was going on, he
just pulled my head to his face and we made out like bandits.  We
stripped naked and I fucked him twice before we heard your
grandparents coming in the back door.  From that moment on, I was
hooked on him."

"But what about mom?"

"Well, your mama kind of caught on that he and I were too "touchy
feely" and just confronted us.  I was such a horn dog that when your
mama suggested we do a three-way, I was naked in a heartbeat.  The
three of us fooled around a lot and that was the reason we moved into
an apartment together."

Dad stared into the past for nearly a minute.  He yawned big and
continued talking.

"We had a great thing.  When anyone was horny, needed to talk...we were
there for each other.  Hank wasn't as into pussy as me...so he was
usually giving attention to me.  Now and then he'd do your mama right
after I shot my load inside her.  He said he wanted our sperm to mix
together in there.

It was one of those experiences that got your mama pregnant with your
brother.  She didn't know he was going into the service until she
expecting.  We had no idea who the daddy was gonna be because nobody
ever wore rubbers.  We thought it was gonna be mine because I was the
one who fucked her the most.  He did it as part of an experience to be
with me.

Well, after he was born there was no mistaking who Dean belonged to.
I was a little disappointed--but then he left and went on his way.  We
had no idea we'd lose him."

Dad's voice didn't waiver but I saw his eyes water up.

"You're mama and I were so broken up.  Me, because I truly was in love
with him.  He was her best friend."

It was getting a little too depressing for me.  I had to change up the topic.

"Dad, do you like women just the same as men?  I mean do you like
pussy more than dick or what?"

He let out a loud chuckle.

"I guess I am truly bisexual, buddy.  I've met several gay men who got
married and had kids for appearances, but that ain't me.  I love the
aggressiveness of sex with a man and then I love the soft touch of
woman.  I mean...tits and pussy just send me over."

Jeff made a squeamish look as dad mentioned female pussy.  I noticed
dad's cock was half hard.  On an impulse, I softly stroked it.  Jeff
played with dad's big ball sac.  It didn't take him long to get fully
hard.

"What are you thinking about right now dad?"

"Hmmm, I'm just enjoying the attention you're giving me down there."

Jeff winked at me.  He moved over and was about to go down on dad's
cock.  His mouth opened wide to accommodate it.  My own cock grew
quickly and I was stroking it.

"Just take care of your self son...I'll get this," he told Jeff.

Dad spit liberally into his hand and began working his cock.  His nuts
shifted and rolled to one side. Jeff lay on his back after moving to
the other side of dad.  The three of us lay there masturbating.  I
closed my eyes and thought of Butch naked and how much I wanted for us
to fuck.

Jeff sucked on dad's left tit.  Contrary to his normal pace, dad was
really working his dick.  It must have been a while since he shot a
load.  His eyes were closed and I wondered what his was fantasizing
about.  Whatever it was, he began shooting his load in less than five
minutes.  It was a record.

Unlike our cum which was watery and sprayed far, dad's volley of jizz
was thick and came out slower--yet there was still plenty of it.  It
reminded me of lava from a volcano slowly oozing down the sides.  Jeff
moved over and grabbed half the jizz from dad's cock.  I licked my
lips while I watched it.  He jacked off rapidly with dad's cum as
lube.  I slowly stroked and waited for his orgasm.

After it was completely over, Jeff collapsed on his back.

I took some of Jeff's cum (which was mixed with dad's) and began
working on myself.  It was sexy to think of dad's and Jeff's cum loads
in my hand at the same time.  I thought about how hot it would be to
be kissing my Chester in the school cafeteria while others looked on.
I rubbed my foot against dad and his toes stroked mine.  The simple
gesture of affection set me off and I began spurting into the air.

Cum flew on my chest, chin, and belly.  I sat there drained
afterwards.  Dad complimented us,

"Nice boys!"

We lay back and just relaxed.  Dad contemplated some thoughts with his
eyes closed.

"Boys...not really boys anymore at all--are you?" he sighed.

Jeff began laughing softly and then chuckled loudly.

"What's so funny dude?" I asked.

"Think about it...the names of the guys we're dating.  Chester and
Lester!  They fucking rhyme."

I rolled over and smiled.  Dad laughed and rolled his eyes.  We
snuggled up next to dad and I reached for the TV remote and turned it
to the sports channel.  Dad ran his fingers through my hair and
laughed at some secret joke.  I just closed my eyes and drifted into a
half-sleep.  I heard Jeff's cell ringing and he jumped up frantically
to get it.  I knew it was Les immediately from his voice.  Dad snored
loudly.

"Hey man! It was so fucking cool to hang with you last night...yeah! I know..."

Jeff moved down the hall toward his room.  His voice droned on as I
heard his bedroom door shut.  I put my head against dad's shoulder and
went to sleep.

- - -

The last time I was at Butch's place, his mom had told me I didn't
need to ring the doorbell. She said to just knock once to announced
myself and then come on inside if the door was unlocked.  So, when I
arrived, I did as she said.

As I stepped in, Butch's dad walked by and greeted me.  I could hear
his mom in the kitchen.  I'd been told in advance that his mom was
making fajitas.  His dad patted me on the shoulder.

"Hey man...he's in the den watching TV," he said.

"Cool, thanks!"

I could smell more delicious food odors wafting in the air.  As I
moved past the foyer and into the den, right in the open was Butch
lying sideways on the couch.  He turned and smiled sexily at me...and he
was totally naked!

"Hey babe!" he said.

He was sitting with the footless knee up on the low arm of the couch.
The other foot lay on the coffee table with toes wiggling.  His hole
was totally exposed and his dick, totally limp, lay against his leg.
He was acting like nothing was unusual.

"Dude--you're naked!  They're gonna see you!" I laughed.

I was sure he'd just stripped right before I came inside to pull a
prank on me.  It was a good one for sure.

"Oh no man...I finally did it!"

"Did what?" I asked.

"I came out to my parents--told them I was a nudist and wanted to live that way!"

Even though I'd been running around naked at home since I was a kid I
was still stunned.  My house--nothing was normal there compared to the
rest of the world.  But these were different people.

"Yeah, we sat around watching TV the other night and I was in just
shorts.  It was kind of warm in here and I told them, 'Mom and dad...is
it cool if I just go naked--I mean like all the time.  I really feel
I'm a nudist.'"

"Wow...fucking balls man!" I gasped.

"Dad just looked kind of funny and shrugged his shoulders.   He said,
'ask your mother'...it's nothing I haven't seen before."

"Mom said, 'I don't know what brought this on, but if your dad doesn't
care then I don't.  I mean we hardly wore a stitch before you were
born...hell, we were running around naked even while you were a
toddler.'"

"I said, 'Badass!' and then I just kicked off my shorts and lay back!
I just sat and aired my nuts while we all watched TV!"

"Sweet!" I laughed.

My dick hardened as he talked about it.

"Well mom said that I'd better keep the nekkid stuff indoors because
the fence ain't very private out back."

Seeing him there totally naked with his mom and dad just in the other
room made me so horny.  I rubbed my dick through my pants.

"Let's go take care of that!" he told me.

Just then, his mom called us to the dining room.  He grabbed his
prosthetic and pulled it on.  He stood up and I followed him to the
table.  Once there, it was hard to concentrate on savoring the
delicious food without wanting to hurry up and get to his bedroom
again.  I ate with a hard on.  We sat at a round table, so it wasn't
easy for me to grab his cock secretly without his parents noticing.  I
stopped looking to my side and just ate.

- - -

After dinner, he excused us and said we were going to hang in his
room.  His dad's left eyebrow rose in suspicion.  I followed behind
him and looked down.  His little butt bounced with the slightly uneven
footsteps.

In his room, he pushed me back on the bed.  As we'd done several times
before, he pulled my cock out and got on his knees.  He sucked my dick
like a pro while his middle finger grazed my asshole.

"When are we gonna fuck?" I whispered.

He pulled his mouth off my dock and spit dripped down his chin.

"I don't know man...I'm kind of scared.  If you fuck me you're gonna rip
my ass open...or if I fuck you, then you won't feel anything."

I sat up.

"What do you mean dude?  You think my ass is so stretched you ain't
gonna feel anything?"

I felt a little hurt.  He grabbed my hand and kissed it.

"Oh no dude...don't get upset.  I just don't think my smaller dick would
be a good fuck."

I got mad.  I was tired of him avoiding fucking.  I was sure that he
was saying my hole was too loose to fuck.  He put slid his hand up my
arm and I snapped it away.

"Well you're never gonna know at this rate!" I spat.

He looked a little stunned.  It was our first argument...the first time
either of us made the other angry.  He didn't speak for a moment.  He
sat up straight and adjusted his foot.  He got up and slowly walked to
the door.

"Where are you going dude?" I snapped.

Calmly he said, "To ask my dad to borrow his lube bottle."

I didn't respond.  I just stared ahead as he waited for a reply.  When
he didn't get one, he just walked out the door.

After I heard his feet several yards away I sighed in relief.

"Thank god!" I sighed to myself.

After a couple of minutes, he was back in the room with a small bottle
of lube.  He was tearing off clear plastic from the lid.

"Dad gave me their new bottle."

I thought it was wild his dad didn't give a shit that we were about to
fuck right there while they were home.

"What do we do first?"

I rolled my eyes.

"Let's just mess around like we usually do.  When you get ready to
fuck me just lube up and slide it in."

"Okay.

He slipped the foot back off again and hopped to the bed.  I was
already naked by then.  He sat on my lap and we just kissed for a
while.  He'd become a good kisser over the months since we'd met and
he didn't let me down.  He fed me his tongue just the way I loved it.
I enjoyed having it stuck into my mouth as far as he could while I
sucked on it.  He pulled out his tongue and licked all over my mouth,
over my nostrils, and to my left ear. His tongue invaded that place
too.  I was beyond rock hard and was jacking my cock as we got it on.

Eventually, he motioned for me to move onto my back and he pulled my
legs in the air.  I pulled them up to my chest and spread.  His face
moved down there and began lapping all over my crack.  It drove me
wild.  His tongue ran over the small wrinkles of my hole and finally
pushed its way in.  It slithered in and out getting me primed.  I lay
back with my eyes closed openly moaning and not caring who could hear
it in the house.

To my left I heard the lid pop open and he squirted lots of lube on
his penis.  Then with no warning he rammed it all the way in.

"OUCH GODDAMMIT!"

He immediately pulled out, lost his balance and fell off the bed.  His
head bumped the side of headboard and his good leg pushed the computer
chair against his desk.  The open bottle of water on the desk tipped
over and we both scrambled to catch it before it reached his computer.
I grabbed my shirt and dammed the water just in time.  He hopped on
his chair and rubbed his forehead.

There was a small knot there already and the skin had broke a little.
He turned to me and said, "Fuck!"

He looked piss and disappointed like he failed.

Then I burst out laughing.  Luckily, his frown turned to a smile and
he began cracking up too.  We laughed over and over until we were
crying.  I stood up and picked him up in my arms like a man carries a
woman.  I softly put him down on his bed and picked up the lube
bottle.

"Just stay there."

I moved on top of him and straddled his knees.  I moved down and
sucked on his small nipples one at a time.  I licked and sucked them
with intermittent small bites.  Soon his dick was rising and pushing
against my thigh.  I squeezed a bit of lube onto two of my fingers and
rotated them in my hole.  It was still wet from his tongue.

I moved to align his dick with my crack.  I felt the tip of his hole
pressing into my anus.  I pushed firmly until the head was in.  Little
by little I slowly sat down on it.

"Ohhhh mannn!"

"You like that huh?" I asked.  He silently nodded his head.

I slowly rode him.

"Dude you're tight it feels so great"

After my knee cramped, I moved down and tried to kiss him.  I was too
tall for our heads to line up while sitting on his cock, so I just lay
down on him.  His mouth found my neck and he sucked on my Adam's
apple.  His hands found my tits and played with them.  I managed to
ride him until he got into the motion with his hips and began to fuck
me gently.

"Okay, now that you're in and I'm used to it you can go faster...even a
little harder."

He didn't have to be persuaded.  His hips began to hump me.  Not even
a full minute passed and he was groaning.  It was too soon for me but
I wasn't going to bitch. His arms hugged around me tightly and his
good leg wrapped around me.  I could feel the sensation of his dick
filling my hole.

"Ughhhh....oh my god....damn.....uhhhhhh."

His voice raised in pitch and he breathed hot air against my skin.
When his intense orgasm finally subsided, he began to laugh.

"Oh my god dude...I'm not a virgin!  I just fucked you!"

I was sure his parents heard him shout that declaration.  I just
grinned and kissed him.  I didn't want him to pull out of me, but his
penis quickly softened and when I moved it plopped out.

"Dude, that must have been a big load!  I hadn't jacked off for two
days and it was so fuckin' intense!"

I moved over and sat up on my knees looking at him.  His cheeks were
flushed and his forehead was sweaty.

"I wanna see it!" he said.

"What?"

"I want to see my cum--how much did I squirt in there?"

I turned around and sat over him doggy style as if we were going to do
a sixty-nine.  I figured out what he wanted.  I spread my cheeks with
my hands and pushed.  There was a soft puff of air and then I felt his
hot jizz dripping from my ass.  After a couple of grunts, I didn't
feel anything else ooze out.

"WOW!" he cooed.

I moved off him and looked at the cum on his chest.  It was clean and
watery.  I tweaked his tits with my slimy cum fingers.  He closed his
eyes and sighed.

"What about you dude?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"I don't care.  Let's just kiss again."

We got in a more comfortable position and made out for what seemed a
long time.  He left once to take a piss, but after he returned we
kissed and did lots of foreplay.  Time flew and soon the room was
dark.

"Fuck man, what time is it?" I asked.

He moved his chair so we could see the clock.  We'd been at it for
three hours in total!

"I gotta get home man.  I was supposed to wash clothes and stuff.  I
got loads of homework!"

"Okay man...."

He sat up and put his foot on securely and stood up and stretched.  I
could smell his saliva and other smells all over me as I pulled my
shirt on and the air rushed out.  The shirt had dried since I'd used
it to wipe up all the water.  I slipped on my pants and shoes.

"I don't see my socks anywhere," I said.

"I'll give them to you next time.  I'm gonna huff them after you're
gone and jack off again!"

"Nice!"

I stood up and he walked to the door and opened it.  It was kind of
weird to have him walking me back to the door totally naked.  We
smelled funky and our hair was messed up.  It was no secret we'd been
having sex all evening.  Just before I opened the door we kissed
goodbye.  He grabbed my dick through my jeans and gave it a squeeze.

"Naked is okay buddy, but you guys show some restraint out here
please!" his dad said.

We were in view of the couch where his dad was stretched out with a
beer in hand.  He was rolling his eyes and shaking his head.

"Sorry dad!"

Embarrassed, I hurried and went through the door and to my car.  I
looked back at the house and saw his naked silhouette beyond the sheer
curtains.  I grinned from ear to ear.

- - -

Through April and into early May I remained working weekend nights at
the store.  Jeff got a job in a warehouse on the other side of town.
We had to start juggling the car again and it drove me nuts.  It was
at that point I sat down with dad and asked him to help me find my own
car.  I expected some push back, but he agreed it made sense to have
my own.

Dad wasn't recommending that I get another fixer upper like our first
car--although it ran well for its age, it was an eyesore.  It required
constant upkeep and at anytime it could have problems like it did on
my first date with Butch.  So, we went looking around the next weekday
all over town at cars advertised in the local paper.

After many disappointing trips to look at cars for sale by their
owners, dad took me to a reputable used car lot in Fort Worth.  I
found three different ones that I loved, but after we went into the
sales office, it was made clear that I didn't have enough cash saved
up for a down payment.  With no credit history, I wasn't even
considered for financing.  The dealer wasn't going to budge.

"I'll co-sign for him," dad told the sales guy.

My heart beat fast.  Dad put his arm around my shoulder.

"Which one you like the best son?"

"The blue one," I mumbled.

"Let's take it for a test drive."

After the test drive and a couple of hours later, I was driving home
in my new car.  It was only 2 years old and had low mileage.

"Now I don't want your brother having a complex over this.  Be nice about it."

"Okay dad."

"He should be glad anyway to have his own car."

"Yes sir."

I kept my eyes on the road as dad talked and was being so careful.  My
mind was reeling over the thought of having my very own car.  One that
was two years old instead of twenty-two years old.

- - -

After we got home, Jeff saw the car before I could break the news.  He
was outside feeding the dogs.  Surprisingly, he wasn't jealous at all.
He was excited for me--which made me feel really good.  Dad went inside
and we took it for a ride around town and on the highway.  On the way
back home, I let him drive it.

"Now I can take Les on a date and not have to worry about you taking
it to work!"

"Yeah man...now we pay twice the insurance." I said.

"We'll be fine bro."

I looked at my handsome brother as he drove with the wind blowing his
short hair.  He looked happier after we brought up the topic of Les.

"You really like that guy huh?"

"Yeah...we've only dated twice now but I'm crushin' bad."

"Just take it slow like you have so far...it sounds really nice."

He smiled and his right hand reached over and he messed up my hair.

"Yes sir!" he laughed.

- - -

School finally came to an end.  Not just for the summer but for life.
I had been counting the days with excitement--I was so done with
school.  I managed to study hard enough to pass all my exams with
decent grades.  Jeff did the same.

On graduation day, my family and I drove to Fort Worth where our
ceremony was held.  The coliseum was filled with parents, friends, and
relatives who made the affair seem even grander.  Once seated on the
floor before the stage it felt very surreal.  To know that in a matter
of a couple of hours I was going to be a free man made me very
excited.  I looked around everywhere trying to find dad, Dean, Dave,
and Dave's mom and step dad.  There were just too may people there.

I barely remember the details of the boring speeches we had to sit
through.  I do remember well the feeling as my row stood up and walked
to the stage.  One by one, we were called in alphabetical order across
the stage.  When our names were called people screamed from both the
student body and from the audience (Dad and Dean screamed "whoops"
louder than anyone).

Jeff went ahead of me and beamed back at me as he took the mock
diploma from the principal's hand.  He grinned and moved on to shake
hands of the assistant principal.  I winked at him.  I felt prideful
walking back to my seat as the tassel on my cap bounced around the
side of my face.  I looked out and found my family and gave them the
"peace" sign.   There were more whoops from them.

Once seated again, I became bored.  I wanted to be free of the place.
We had been told to leave our phones in pockets and have them turned
off, but everyone was taking their out and flashing group selfies as a
final act of rebellion.  Finally, the last two rows of students
returned to their seats and there was a final speech and prayer.  Dean
texted me photos of us on the stage from a far distance.

Just then I texted Butch a "congrats" for him to see when his own
graduation event was over.  When it was all done, we all yelled and
tossed our hats in the air.  Mine came right back down to my hands.  I
grabbed my brother by the arm and we walked backstage to get our real
diplomas.

The reality of seeing many friends for the last time hit me then.
Groups of people were hugging, shaking hands, and most of the girls
were crying.  There were more phone photos being taken with students
and teachers.  I gave many hugs and handshakes until it became kind of
overwhelming.  I looked over and Jeff was near my side with a
sympathetic look on his face.  Like we he was reading my mind, I knew
he was thinking the same thing.  It was time to leave.

- - -

Back at home, we found big banners hanging on the front of the house.
We'd ridden with dad in the truck and were surprised to see the
windows of our own cars with notes in white shoe polish.  They said,
"Congrats-" followed by our graduating year.  There were lots of silly
comments on the side windows.  Then I noticed that the cover was off
the pool and the grill had smoke wafting out of it.

Dave burst out of the house wearing just a skimpy bright green apron.
It was pulled so tight his bulge was clearly visible.  His perfect ass
bounced from behind.  He was carrying a tray with a few shot glasses
and a bottle of Jack Daniels--dad's bottle of "Gentleman Jack" which he
kept up in a shelf and rationed.

Dean came out just after carrying a cooler full of Cokes.  I could
smell barbecue of some kind as the breeze blew our way.  As Dave
walked up to us, Dad handed us each a shot glass.

"Now I'm not trying to turn you guys into booze hounds, but I wanna
have a toast with my sons!"

We took the glasses and dad popped the lid off the bottle of whiskey.

"I couldn't be prouder of you two.  You've two have matured and become
very responsible.  You're really good kids."

Dave opened a beer and stood to dad's rear.  In the oppressive
humidity I felt sweat dripping down my back under the layers of
clothes.

 "Let's drink to my two grown sons--two fine young men!  I know your
mama's lookin' down at you right now just as proud as me.  Cheers
guys!"

Dave raised his beer can as part of the toast. Our glasses clinked and
like dad, I swallowed it down in one gulp.  There was a kind of smoky,
fine taste to it--not like the other alcohol we'd secretly tasted in
the past.  Dean walked over to the grill and opened it and checked
whatever was cooking.

"Now go get those clothes off and go for a dip in the pool!"

We hurried inside and pulled off our gowns, pants and shirts.  Dad
stayed outside to chat with Dave and Dean.  We were in our separate
rooms with the doors open.  I took my slacks and hung them in the
closet with my dress shirt.  Jeff was in earshot.

"Dude, I've got a funky buzz going on!

"Me too!" he said.  "You see the look on bubba's face?"

"Yeah.  It was like he was thinking about how much trouble he was to
dad.  Kind of ashamed."

"So, he's come around...he's come a long way."

Jeff was referring to Dean's struggle with drugs and depression.  Even
though we were kids back then we knew what was going on when Dean was
fucking up.  I was sure dad was just a proud of him for turning his
life around and going to college.

With the dress clothes put away, I tossed my boxers in the dirty
clothes hamper in the bathroom and took a long piss.

"You comin'?" Jeff asked

"Yeah."

I shook the last drops of piss from my dick and walked on through the
house following him.

"I"ll beat 'cha!" he challenged.

I hauled ass as fast as I could to the pool but he was too light on
his feet.  He beat me to deck by a foot.  Once above ground he pushed
me into the water on my back and then jumped on me.  We wrestled and
splashed for several minutes until we were out of breath.

The sun beat down and the water felt good.  It was kind of chilly
until I got used to it.  After cooling off, we splashed out of the
water and up the ladder to the deck. My hair dripped down my face but
I swiped it backwards with my hands.  The water on Jeff's nice butt
glistened in the sun.  For a moment, I felt the old pang of horniness.
In the years before, if I would ask him to suck me or jack me off--or
we'd fuck.  Restraint won over and I just admired him from a distance
instead.

I remembered what Jeff and I just talked about inside the house and
walked over to Dean and gave him a huge hug.  I got him all wet from
our body contact.

"You were one bad ass cheering section bro!"

He perked up and gave me a light slap on the ass.

"Hey you high school graduate--what's next?"

"Sleeping all day, working all night, and getting laid on the weekend," I joked.

"Sounds good to me bro!" he laughed.

It wasn't the serious answer he was looking for but he didn't press.
I kept my arm around his shoulder and we walked over to the two card
tables that were placed outside near the grill.

"When is the damn food gonna be done?"

"Dude you need to ask the chef about that!"

Still in his apron with his butt fully exposed in the back, Dave was
talking to dad about something.  Seeing us standing around restless,
Dave spoke up.

"Hey guys, the barbecue should be done soon.  I just wanna make sure
those breasts are fully cooked."

He was grilling chicken--my favorite meat to be cooked that way.
Feeling playful after my shot of alcohol, I popped Dean's bare ass.
Then I made a run for it.  Laughing, he chased me around the yard and
around the pool.  I tripped and he caught up with me and tackled me to
the ground.  Just when he was about to pin me down for the thousandth
time, I gained ground and overtook him.  He had a surprised look on
his face as I spun him around and pulled his arms back.  Finally, I
was stronger and quicker than my big bro!  I'd waited years for this.

"LOOK EVERYONE!  I got his ass DOWN!  I've got this son of bitch pinned!"

Dean was out of breath but not mad.

"You win this time!" he said.

As Jeff turned to see Dean pinned down, he frantically looked for his
phone and started snapping pics.

"Fuck yeah!" he shouted.

"Payback's gonna be a bitch!" Dean laughed.

"Whatever brotha'!" I teased.

Just then, Dave called out that the food was ready.  I let Dean loose
and headed to the food.  Jeff walked over and we did high fives.

When Dave finally began pulling out the legs, thighs, and breasts with
wings my mouth watered.  The meat was slathered in sauce and it looked
so damn tasty.  Inside the grill was a metal pan of baked beans.
Already on one of the tables sat a bag of rolls, a stack of Styrofoam
plates, and plastic cutlery.  Jeff and I ran over to be served first.
It looked like Dave had made plenty to go around, so I took a few
pieces at one time along with a lot of everything else.

- - -

We ate a ton of food and then got back in the pool again to just
relax.  Jeff wanted to work on his tan.  I just wanted to chill.  We
each used the two mattress floats and soaked in the sun.  Dad got in
briefly to cool off but retired to the hammock and dozed in the shade
(he'd taken another couple of whisky shots).  Dave and Dean got in the
water and clung to the shady side of the pool.  I was about to doze
off when I heard the familiar sounds of sex.  Dave and Dean were at it
again.

Dean leaned against the pool wall and Dave stood with his back to him.
Dean's taller body slightly slouched over Dave as they obviously
fucked.  My brother was chewing Dave's earlobe and buried his nose in
his sweaty hair.  Dave's expression was of bliss as he got plowed from
behind.  Dean's long arms reached around and played with Dave's cock.
His eyes closed like he was in meditation.  The glare of the water and
sun made me squint as I watched them fuck.

Dave's moaning woke up Jeff and soon his cock was at attention too.
Dean pulled both of Dave's arms to his back and held them with one
hand.  His right arm reached around to continue jacking him off.
Dave's body lifted up on the upstrokes.  I fondly remembered having
sex with Dave when I was younger.  My dick rose and lay against my
abs.

Finally Dean groaned and was obviously cumming.  Dave just leaned
forward with a glazed look in his eyes.  Dave started huffing and then
moaned out as Dean's jacking got faster.  Then they were done.  Dave
dove under water and splashed back up to the surface.  He stood in
front of Dean and kissed him sweetly.

"You feel better now babe?"

Dean just smiled but didn't speak.   I had no idea what was going on
with them.  They were bizarre at times.

I hadn't shot my load yet and lost interest in jacking after they were
done.  Jeff lay there in the sun sweaty, in sunglasses, and slowly
masturbated to some unknown thoughts.  I decided to go inside and take
a nap so I wouldn't be so tired at work in the evening.

- - -

That evening, my manager Craig stopped me at the door and asked me to
head to his office after I clocked in.  I was sure he was going to
tell me we were short staffed or someone quit again.  Either way, I
was keyed up from the graduation and felt ready to handle anything.

I stopped in the bathroom to take a quick dump before clocking in.
Once done, I pulled on my work apron, adjusted my name badge and
headed to his office.  He was waiting with a serious look on his face.
He stood up to greet me.

"Congratulations buddy--you're official now!"

He remembered my graduation...I thought that was cool.

"I have some news.  I've been promoted to the assistant GM of the
store in Keller.  My new position starts at the end of the month.
That's gives me three weeks to tie up loose ends here."

The thought of getting a new manger didn't thrill me.  Craig was
smart, fast, and managed all of us guys so well.

"Congrats to you sir!" I said.

I reached out to shake his hand.

"Well, I'm telling you before anyone else knows.  My position here is
going to be posted here in the store on Monday.  Human Resources will
keep the posting up for two weeks.  It'll be posted online also.  I'm
really urging you to apply buddy.  Mr. Dixon (he was the General
Manager of our store) will hire my replacement but I feel my opinion
will weigh heavily."

"I'm only eighteen man.   Do I stand a chance?"

He laughed.

"Man, on the night that I'm off you run the night shift man.  When I
work Friday nights or any holiday that you come in and work I know
that I'll get out on time and the store will look sharp.  You take
charge, work your ass off, and motivate that bunch of rednecks and
delinquents out there...sometimes better than me!"

My face burned red.

"They respect me for sure, I'm the grocery manager.  You're one of
them too, but you get shit done...you're a leader.  You're smart about
product placement.  You look ahead instead of waiting to be told."

I smiled big.

"Now if you apply and you don't get it...the whole experience of the job
interview is a learning experience in itself.  It'll be valuable for
the next time you apply.  I urge you to be yourself, be honest, and
show the confidence you throw around out there with those guys."

"Yes sir."

I sat there numb for a minute.  He'd said a mouthful.

"Now get your ass out there.  The store doesn't stock itself!" he said.

He looked serious but gave me a mischievous wink.

"You bet 'cha!" I shouted.

I hauled ass out to the floor and assessed the situation as usual.  I
rounded up the guys and we pushed out pallets of freight until Craig
made his usual starting appearance.  We gathered as he told us how
many pallets came in that night and what our game plan was.  We were
one guy short and we had to start prepping for the store's annual
inventory night coming up in a couple of weeks.  As he talked on I
felt a new and greater sense of pride in myself.  I was ready for the
world!

- - -

After the job was posted, I did apply.  My interview was scheduled
just after the posting was taken down.  The interview with our store
manager was set for 10am on a Tuesday morning.  I was nervous as hell
the moment I was told about the interview.  Glad but scared.

I had my suit dry-cleaned and bought a new white shirt.  I borrowed
one of dad's conservative ties.  I spent an evening trying to learn
how to tie it.  I thought dad was gonna hang me with it after I kept
fucking up over and over.  In the end I finally got the knack of it.
I bought new black shoes for the interview.  I was trying to look the
most professional I could without overdoing it.

When the day finally came, I stood in front of the mirror and primped
over and over for an hour.  Jeff woke up while I was in front of the
mirror and I moved to let him sit on the toilet.  He started farting.

"Dude, can't you wait?"

"Sorry dude, but you've been hogging the room forever."

I heard something splash in the water.  I sprayed just a tiny bit of
cologne on me.  Then I turned and sprayed in the air over him.

"Damn you!" he laughed.

"You're gonna need it!" I warned.

I breathed a nervous sigh.

"I feel like I'm going to a fuckin' funeral," I said.

"You good great bro.  I've never seen you this dressed up...real tie,
good haircut, shiny shoes..."

"Yeah, well I hope it's worth it," I said dismally.

I walked to get my wallet and keys and headed out to my car.  I was
leaving very early but I wasn't going to chance being late from a
train crossing or anything.  I ended up arriving with half an hour to
kill, so I just sat there in the car.  I imagined the different type
of interview questions that dad said they might ask.  I rehearsed
answers in my head.  At ten minutes 'til ten, I walked into the store.

One of the old lady cashiers squinted at first and then realized it was me.

"Oh baby, you look really, really nice!"

"Thank you ma'am," I nodded as a passed.

One of the snobby girls at the service booth looked up with a flirty
look my way.  She bumped the other girl on the shoulder and nodded my
way.

I stopped briefly in the restroom and checked my hair.  All looked
good, but my heart was beating fast.  I felt my armpits sweat and
hoped to god my deodorant was gonna hold.  Then I walked upstairs to
Mr. Nixon's office with two minutes to spare.

Our GM was over three stores.  There was one Assistant GM per store
and they closely managed the day-to-day routines.  Our Assistant GM
had only been there a couple of weeks so I figured I wasn't talking to
him because he was too busy.  I took a deep breath and moved on.

The upstairs part of the store had only two rooms for the General
Manager and Assistant General Manager offices.  While the store below
had been remodeled many times and looked modern, the offices upstairs
had ancient old, fake wood paneling like what used to be in our mobile
home.  There was a bulletin board in the hallway with all kinds of
crap posted to it.  Most of the old papers and clippings had turned
brown and yellow.  The entire area smelled of stale coffee.  It made
me twice as nervous.

He looked up immediately.

"Oh, you're early--great!  Come on in son!"

He looked like he was sixty--but I had no idea what his actual age was.
He was stocky, his face was aged from the sun, and he wore thick
glasses with frames from another era.  I could smell the odor of
cigars on him or from his clothes and his head was covered by a fierce
comb-over.  His desk though was immaculate with only my application
sitting right in the middle.  A yellow notepad was next it.

"Come on, have a seat!" he said in a friendly manner.

"How are you sir?"

He looked taken aback by the question as I shook his hand.

"I'm doing really good...thanks for askin'".

I waited for him to sit down and then I sat on the beat up old chair.
Then he read over the application as if he was reading it for the
first time.  He nodded as he read through parts of it and his lips
moved as if he was talking.  When he got to the experiences and
references section he looked with scrutiny but said nothing.  Then he
pushed it aside and placed the notepad on his knee.

"Why are you good for this job?" he asked.  "What makes you better
than the five guys I've got scheduled behind you?"

He cut to the chase quickly.  For one or two seconds my mind went
blank.  The rehearsed answers disappeared.  I had no idea what I'd
planned to say.  Then an idea came...

"Mr. Dixon, I'd like to introduce myself and then tell you a little
about me.  I know that's your main question, but I can tell answer
that better in telling you about me...who I am, what I like to do...and
about my work ethic.  I know you've seen me many times before here and
there in the store but we never had the opportunity to talk like
this..."

He smiled and nodded for me to go ahead.  I began talking and the
words flowed.  I was to the point but elaborated when necessary.  He
nodded a lot but said nothing.  I told him about how I'd become a
better student by finding discipline; I mentioned my former membership
of the school track and field team, etc.  Of course I ended with
answering his question.  I told him of my strong points and what I
want to work on to improve, etc.  My speech told a lot but was only a
few minutes long.  When done, he looked at me with a stone-faced
expression.

"Tell me about a bad situation that you turned around into something
positive," he said.

I told him how I got into a fistfight with a guy at school, but while
sitting through detention and doing grunt labor for the coach, I'd
befriended him and we were later best of friends.  Of course it was
slightly embellished and the queer parts were kept out.

Instead of more interview type questions, he just talked about this
and that.  Told me about himself...how he got started in retail, etc.
When we finished talking, I expected more questions but just said,
"We're done."

He stood up and before I could say anything (and thinking I'd fucked
up) he spoke again.

"I want you to speak to our district manager, Ken.  You've met him
before right?"

"Yes sir,"

"Be back here tomorrow at the same time.  Thank you for posting Mr. Johnson."

He was suddenly stern and serious.  He had a great poker face.  I had
no idea what he was thinking.

"Yes sir, have a good afternoon!" I told him.

"You too young man!"

I walked down the stairs and fresh, wonderful air wafted up as walked
downward.  Just as I reached the bottom, a nervous guy about ten years
older in a suit walked past me and up the stairs.  He was some of the
competition!

- - -

My interview with the District Manager was bizarre.  He had my
application but never touched it.  He was interrupted several times by
his phone and I had to start over on my answers.  I was getting pissed
but remained cool on the outside.  During one call he even got up and
walked down the hallway talking about some pricing issue and the
talked about a watermelon shipment.  I began to figure my interview
with him was just a token gesture.  Still, I made the best of it.

Once done, he told me thank you for my time and for time and
consideration of the job.  Before I could get up, he was already
walking down the stairs.  As I got up, he yelled back up to me.

"Don't go anywhere."

I plopped down in the chair.  I waited and sweated in my suit for over
fifteen minutes.  I had to piss badly and I was starving.  My stomach
was in knots.  Finally, I heard the old stairs creaking and Mr. Dixon
came up to his office.

I stood up to greet him.

"Relax, relax, relax..."
I sat down again.

"You got the job Mr. Johnson.  Craig will begin training you before he
leaves.  Be here tomorrow at 9am.  The HR lady's coming by to have you
fill out a mountain load of papers I'm sure."

He laughed with a hoarse crackling in his throat.  He reached out to
shake my hand.

"Welcome to the management team.  I have to tell you, I've seen you
work many times up here in the office when you guys thought I was at
home having a beer.  You work your butt off."

I was beaming so hard my face could have broken.

"Craig will show you the paperwork and stuff starting tonight.  Now
get home and rest up!"

- - -

Craig spent a lot of time training me on the basics of his former job.
By the end of the month he was gone--I was in charge of the night shift
and overall maintenance of the grocery inventory.  I got to know the
Assistant GM, Dylan, better and we worked together well.  There were
some bumps at first, but Dylan was supportive and gave good advice.
It was a great start.

- - -

In the fall, my Chester enrolled at an Electronics School in Dallas.
He also got involved with a charity that worked with handicapped
children that suffered from loss of limbs.  He's not let anything slow
him down.  Once again, he's a highly competitive runner.

Jeff's been dating Les for quite a while now.  He's just gotten hired
at dad's facility to train as a welder.  He has no idea what he wants
to do in life yet.  But I don't either really...except to keep on doing
what I'm doing...to improve myself and eventually become a store manager
maybe.  Who knows?

Each week and month that passes brings new experiences and feelings.
Whether it's at work, at home, in bed with my man...I'm taking life by
the wheel and speeding on!

The End


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