Date: Mon, 20 Oct 2014 06:47:42 -0500
From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Life of a Twisted Twin Part 2

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Life of a Twisted Twin Part 2

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

Mr. Ludwig's Biology class was just before lunch.  After hearing him
drone on for twenty minutes, we watched him slice open a large, dead
frog.  Already paired up, we watched and dissected our own specimens
along with him.  The chemicals that the frogs were preserved in
smelled nasty.  To make it worse, I got paired up with Ana Garcia who
was constantly ranting "Oh My God!" over every slice and cut we made
to the corpse.  She held onto my arm and blinked her eyelashes at me
as if she was flirting, but I couldn't care less.  I was so over her
by the time we finished.  I couldn't wait to get away.

By the time the bell rang for lunch, I'd lost most of my appetite
between the chemical smell and Ana's endless chatter.  I secretly
wished I went to an all male school as she scampered off with other
girls.  I looked for Jeff in the cafeteria and found him at the end of
the line chatting with two of his friends.  They all were in the
middle of some conversation about NASCAR.  I piped in my two cents
worth and soon we were grabbing trays and picking out our food.

While many people bitched about cafeteria food, I loved it.  It was
the only way I got a complete meal for lunch--or all day sometimes.  I
preferred the school food to a frozen dinner at home.  I was happy
when I saw that the meal of the day was Lasagna.  I paid for three
extra wheat rolls and two chocolate milks.  When I got to the table, I
saw that two seats had been saved for us twins as usual.

Without really trying, we'd somehow become popular at school.  Known
to most as the "Johnson Twins", everyone knew who we were because of
being the only twin males in school.  We'd won school trophies the
year before in track and field competitions.  I think people perceived
us as easy going and agreeable guys.  It allowed us to have many hot
looking buddies...but again, they were just that unfortunately--buddies.

However, that Monday morning I didn't even ogle Brian Carter
(beautiful dark skinned guy) or Larry Gaines (tall blond stud) from
the corner of my eye.  Instead, I thought about my new friend at the
carwash, Antonio.  I wondered what he was doing while I was at school.
I figured he was working at the carwash at that very minute.  Just
when I was lost in a daydream, the bell rang and we had five minutes
to get to our next classes.  I said goodbye to all the guys at the
table and headed to my English class.

We worked on grammar exercises while the teacher graded homework from
the day before after her short lecture.  I finished my grammar stuff
quickly and then just doodled on the back of my spiral notebook.  I
was supposed to be reading a boring story after finishing the other
assignment, but I was distracted.  I looked up and the teacher was
staring right back at me.  I opened the literature book and flipped to
the damn story she had assigned.  I stared at the same pages for the
remainder of the class.  I kept thinking of ways to get Antonio alone.

After school, we were to have practice drills for track.  I lied to
Jeff and told him I wasn't feeling so good.  I asked to take the car
home buy only if he could get a ride home from someone else.

"Yeah, okay man...I'll try to ask one of the guys to drop me home.
Watch the home phone because if they can't do it I'll need you to
drive back and pick me up." Jeff said.

"Cool, thanks dude." I replied.

He turned to look me in the eye.

"I'll tell the coach you're not feeling too swell."

When he said that, he looked me right in the eye with an expression
that read, "I know you're not sick but I'm cool with it."  It was
quite hard to fool someone who was so intimately close to me.  I
nodded and walked straight to our car.  I saw Byron getting into his.
He had a smile on his face until he saw me in my car.  I believed he
assumed I was Jeff because he immediately looked down.  I started the
car and whizzed past him.

I headed straight to the carwash.  Town traffic was busy and I got
irritated having to slow down for two different school zones.  When I
finally got there, I parked across the street.  I didn't see Antonio
outside anywhere.  Maybe he was inside taking a break or in their
bathroom having a shit.  I thought about walking over and asking if he
was around, but thought it might look weird.  Instead, I drove down
the street in the direction of the intersection he said he lived near.

By car, it was a ten minute trip to the area Antonio said he lived in.
By foot, it would take over thirty minutes.  I took the route that he
was mostly likely to take for its smoothness and sidewalks.  Nothing.
When I finally reached the road he said he lived on, I had no idea
which way to go--left or right.  I decided to turn left and then turn
around again and just head back home.  As I passed onto the next
block, I saw him walking.  My heart raced.

I pretended to pass him, then turned back to drive next to him.

"Hey guy, I thought that was you!" I pretended.

"Hey you!  What's up?" he said.

His face had turned from a frown to a cute smile when he turned to
face my car.

"Where are you going?  I'll give you a ride!" I offered.

"I'm almost to my apartment."

"Hop in!" I said.

He was trying to be polite but looked relieved as he walked around to
the passenger side.  Once inside the car, he told me to drive another
block up the road and turn left after the light.  Briefly, he pulled
his foot from his shoe and rubbed it.  As we drove on, we approached a
really old motel.  It was a relic from the sixties that definitely
seen better days.  It was rundown and the trim around the windows and
doors was painted in tacky, bright colors.  The wood under the ugly
paint was warped and split in several places.  As I put the car in
park, I remembered hearing that some football player that Dave beat up
had been found dead there.  I'd never heard the details about it.
Antonio slipped his shoe back on.

"I will get out here."

Fuck!  I wanted him to invite me in.  I was crushed.  In front of one
of the motel rooms, a shirtless Latino dude with a stocky belly sat
smoking a cigarette.  He flicked the butt to the ground and lit up
another one.

"Thank you!" he said and got out.

"Hey, I'll see you this weekend!" I said.

"Okay!" he said and smiled.

I drove off incredibly slow and saw which room he went into.  It was
the one with the smoking dude in front of it.  I took note of the
number on the door--22.   I analyzed the fact I knew about Antonio as I
drove on.  He rented a motel room, had a roommate, and worked during
the day.  I still didn't know his age--nor did he know mine.  I assumed
he thought I was at least eighteen.  I was tall enough to be that old.
With that roommate, how was I ever gonna get him alone?

I drove home and got undressed immediately.  I found a bag with some
chips left in it and went to my room.  I looked at the photo of
Antonio on my iphone and wondered how I could maybe get him to our
house.  I could skip school but he worked during the day.  On days
that we had no drills, there was an hour at home before dad got home.
I was sure I could get Jeff to leave but how would I get Antonio over?

I pushed the chips away and imagined having sex with Antonio.  I
fantasized that he would have me on my back on dad's huge bed, my legs
apart, while he was on top of me kissing me and fucking my brains out.
I started rubbing my dick.  Just then, the front door opened and I
heard my brother stomping inside with his normal heavy footsteps.  I
kept on jacking my dick thinking about my potential Mexican lover and
just as Jeff opened my door, I sprayed cum all over my legs.

"Uh huh, you came down with a mysterious case of 'Horny-motherfucker-itis'?"

He walked all the way in and rubbed a few fingers in my cum and then
tasted it.

"Yeah, I feel better now." I said.

"Well, the coach was bitchy about you not being there."

"I'm in better shape than any of the other guys.  They can't beat me
when it comes to speed," I bragged.

"Yeah, okay." He laughed.

He started taking off his clothes.

"You take the dogs for a run yet?"

"Naw, but I'll do it now." I said.

I got up and spread the cum on my legs instead of wiping it off--seemed
easier.   I put on my tennis shoes and headed outside.  The dog pen
had an outer door to walk into and then second smaller gait just
inside it.  Once inside, the dogs attacked me and happily yelped for
my attention.  I let them out of the outer door and they scrambled out
into the yard and ran in circles for long time while whooping and
barking.  I ran along with them and until they seemed tired out.  I
got out a squeak toy and played "toss" with them for at least a half
hour.  I wrestled with them in the grass and they just ate it up.
Eventually, even I was worn out.  I went to inspect their pen and
checked their water bowl.  All looked good.

I called them back to the pen with a whistle.  The two of them were
lounging on the front steps of the house.  I hated to make them get
up, but it wasn't safe to let them run around at night--too many
predators around in the adjoining woods.  If not put up for the night,
they might likely wander into the woods and get lost--even as smart as
they were.  We didn't take the chance.  Besides, their pen was large
and had plenty of room for running around or sleeping in their dog
house.

I hosed off the sweat, dirt, and dog smells and went inside through
the back door.  I was really hungry again.  Dad was due home at any
minute, hopefully with supper.  I went back inside and started my
homework with Jeff.

As we did our algebra, I heard dad's truck outside.   I was let down
when I saw that he didn't bring anything home.

"Hey boys!" he said as he walked in.

"Hey, dad." I said.  "You didn't forget a pizza in the truck or
anything did you?"

Despite being tired, he was smiling until I asked that question.  He
spoke calmly...

"You guys get dressed, we're going out."

"Sweet!" Jeff said.

We excitedly put our school clothes back on and scampered out to the
truck.  Dad soon followed and minutes later we were driving into town.
However, instead of driving to a restaurant, we were driving into the
parking lot where I worked...the fucking grocery store!

"Get out!" dad snapped.

We obediently followed him in and exchanged glances without saying
anything.  Dad grabbed a grocery buggy and we headed straight to the
meat section.

"Look at this.  Don't look at your brother.  This is hamburger meat.
The easiest thing to cook.  Next we're going to buy things that you
can mix with or cook with this meat."

Jeff looked at me and rolled his eyes.  Next dad stopped on an aisle
that had boxes of Hamburger Helper, instant rice, macaroni and cheese
mix, etc.  He plopped several boxes without checking the flavors into
the buggy.  Next we went to the canned food section where he tossed in
beans, corn, carrots, etc.  He stopped and sternly turned to us again.

"This is gonna end tonight!  We're blowing money on all this eating
out and you too have gotten damn lazy.  You don't mind feeding your
dogs all the time but you won't fix yourself dinner.  We're taking
this food home and you two both are gonna stand there in the kitchen
until a whole meal is cooked--get it?"

An old couple was walking down the aisle and dad was talking loud as
day.  I was mortified.

"Dad, everyone can hear you!" Jeff said lowly.

"Good, let them hear me.  I'm trying to teach you guys to be self
sufficient.  You embarrassed about that?"

>From behind dad, I shook my head to Jeff.  I knew the more he egged
dad on the louder he'd get.

"No, sir." Jeff said looking downward.

"Come on!" dad barked.

We followed him to the deli and he ordered lots of sliced turkey and
ham to make sandwiches.  That was followed by a trip to the bread
section where he got two loaves of wheat bread.

"You can make sandwiches when you're feeling lazy.  That's better than
a chili cheese fries or those bacon double cheeseburgers."

To our relief, he led us to the check out after that.  The ride home
was completely silent with neither Jeff nor I daring to mutter a word.
Once home, we carried the bags of food inside.

Dad plopped down on his chair and turned the TV to the news.   He
spoke without turning around.

"Don't either of you leave that kitchen until there's a meal done."

I immediately grabbed the first box of Hamburger Helper--Stroganoff
flavor.  I turned the box over to read the instructions.

"Well what do we do first, Betty Crocker?" Jeff remarked.

"Smart ass." I said.

As Jeff opened the package of hamburger meat, he started blabbing again.

"How is hamburger helper any different than eating a hamburger?"

I punched him on the arm.  Dad replied from his chair without turning around.

"Because the cost of two of those combos equals the cost of this
hamburger meat and the mix.  You can get three meals out of the
hamburger meat and mix.  Remember, I said a full meal.  Any other
questions?"

Jeff rubbed his arm and looked irritated.  It clear to him now to
argue was pointless.

"Don't say another word!" I mumbled through clenched teeth at him.

- - -

I opened one of the large cans of corn and another of green beans.  We
used the microwave to cook the vegetables.  Once the hamburger meat
was done, we drained it and mixed in the helper mix with water.  I had
to admit, it was all very simple...we managed to read and follow
instructions and eventually the kitchen smelled good.

"I want some ice tea with dinner!" dad said from the living room.

I looked at Jeff and rolled my eyes.  Dad always made the tea.  He
hadn't made any for three days--which was surprising.  Jeff shrugged
his shoulders.  He started boiling water on the stove and I looked for
the teabags.  We'd seen dad make it hundreds of times before, so it
wasn't hard.  I had no idea how much sugar to put in it though.  I
made my best guess and then filled the pitcher with ice.  After thirty
minutes from getting home from the store, dinner was done.

We sat quietly and ate our food.  Dad ate heartily and went back for
seconds.  I looked up at Jeff and we both grinned. Success!  When dad
sat down again, he finally spoke.

"This is delicious guys.  The tea's a little too sweet, but I'll live.
We're all gonna take turns cooking dinner around here.  You can do it
together or split it up, I don't care.  I'll take my turn as well.
I'll pay for the stuff we need to cook with, but you don't you guys go
and blow your own money on junk food."

I though dad was done bitching.

"While we're discussing helping out...you guys are getting sloppy again.
You're leaving clothes everywhere--chip bags, coke cans, and other
junk in your rooms.  When did anyone vacuum besides me?  We went to a
lot of trouble to fix this place up--we don't need to let it fall apart
like we did before after your mama was gone."

I didn't dare say it out loud, but it wasn't "we" that fixed the place
up but mainly Dave and Dean.  They made the interior look like another
house.

"Yes, sir." we both said in unison.

"And don't leave the kitchen until you've cleaned it.

- - -

We all took turns cooking the rest of the week--even dad.  Whoever
cooked cleaned up afterwards.  The food wasn't extravagant, but it
sure beat frozen meals.  Jeff and I tried to be cleaner around the
house but we couldn't tell if dad noticed or not.  Sometimes "no news"
was good news.

When Friday evening came, we just made ourselves turkey sandwiches.  I
napped until it was nearly time for work.  The nap gave me the extra
energy to work my ass off throughout the night.  I was especially
speedy with my own work and helped out a few of the other guys.
During my break time, I went outside and sat in my car and listened to
the radio.  I looked over at the carwash and hoped that I'd see my new
buddy again in the morning.

I got hard thinking about Antonio and rubbed my crotch.  The parking
lot was really dark, but my interior radio lights shined.  I turned
the car off completely and pulled my dick out.  I spread my legs and
spit on my hand.  I wondered if his dick was uncut and what it tasted
like.  I fantasized of Antonio washing cars in a jock strap.  Soon
enough, I spewed cum onto the floor mat and my break was over.  I went
back inside with renewed energy--ready to knock out the other half of
my shift.  My sole motivation was to be done in time to talk with
Antonio before his boss got there.

 - - -

The morning was already very bright when I headed out to my car.
Antonio wasn't there yet, so I raised the hood of my car pretending to
do something as an excuse hanging around.  My manager walked out to
his car to leave and offered to help me--I told him I was just checking
the oil.  Before hopping into his car and driving away, he told me I
did a great job that night.  While he was talking to me, I had missed
Antonio walking up.

I felt all fluttery again.  He was sitting on the front step of the
office with his head down like he was sleeping.  I tried to quietly
walk up to him and then my foot kicked some rocks on the pavement.  He
looked up and then smiled.

"Hey my friend!" he said.

I reached out to shake hands.  He took my larger, awkward hand in his
smaller one with a strong grip.

"No rain today!" I said.

"No, is good!" he laughed.  "Hey, let me get you something."

He pointed at the convenience store across the street.  He obviously
wanted to return the favor of breakfast from the time before.

"Ok, sure--but you don't have to." I said.

In my head I was begging him to buy me something so we could interact
again.  It was another reason to hang out with him until his boss
arrived.  We walked across the street and he bought me some donuts and
milk.  He bought some breakfast burritos that looked questionable even
for me.  He paid cash for the stuff and we walked back across the
street and sat down to eat.

"So where are you from, dude?"

"Nuevo Leon,' he muttered while chewing his food.

I had no clue where that was.

"Monterrey, in Nuevo Leon."

I just stared blankly at him.

"Mexico," he said.

I made a note to look it up on the internet later.  I didn't know
where in Mexico that was, but I loved the way he pronounced his
country as "Meh-hee-coh".

I asked him how long he'd worked at the carwash and stuff.  He said
nearly a year.  I found out also about his second job.  He and the guy
he lived with were valet drivers at night at some restaurant in Fort
Worth.  I asked if he ever had a day off and he said no days off.
However, he mentioned that on Mondays he worked only at the
restaurant.

"Hey, we should hang out on Monday afternoon," I said.

"Okay."

I didn't even think that one out before I suggested it.  I'd have to
get the car somehow and stay home from school.  I'd work something
out...but I didn't know how yet.  I saw his boss's car driving up the
street, so I told him goodbye and that I'd pick him up at noon on
Monday at his motel.

- - -

I tried to sleep when I got home but was too keyed up thinking about
my upcoming date with Antonio.  Was it a date?  No, it was just
hanging out with a new buddy--one that I wanted to have sex with.  I
wondered what I was going to tell Antonio when I picked him up.  I had
offered to hang out with him but what excuse was I going to use to get
him to my house?  I tossed and turned all Saturday afternoon with only
a few hours of actual sleep.  I felt like shit when I had to get up
for work.

Jeff got the car home just in the nick of time for me to make it to
work without being late.  I held off on yelling at him about it since
I was gonna need his help come Monday.  I got to the store on time and
began working immediately.  Despite my lack of sleep, I was in a
groove...that is until I heard thunder.

Having been in bed all day, I'd never looked at the news to see what
the weather was going to be like.  I hoped the rain would be gone by
sunrise so I could see Antonio.  I helped bring out all the pallets
and began stocking with great speed.  However, just after four in the
morning, my energy level dropped and I was feeling really tired.  I
walked to up the night cashier and bought an energy drink.  It gave me
a buzz that lasted long enough to finish the hard stuff.  When I began
front-facing my sections, I got sleepy again.  Thunder woke me up.

When we finally finished and were allowed to clock out, I was ready
for the bed.  It was raining steadily and I saw no sign of Antonio.  I
thought of driving to his place to see if I could find him walking,
but then wondered if I was acting like a stalker.  I sat in the car
with the engine off and waited.  At some point, I dozed off and was
awakened by hard rain beating down on the car roof.  After I woke up
and saw it was past time for Antonio to be there--logic hit me.  If it
was going to rain all day, there would be no reason to open the car
wash.  I started the car and drove home.

As I drove in the hard rain, I turned on the radio to keep me awake.
After the music stopped, the DJ said rain was in the forecast for the
entire day.  At least I knew I'd be sleeping well.

- - -

On Monday morning, I got ready right away after the alarm clock went
off.  My brother lethargically got up and took forever to eat a single
bowl of cereal.  He wasn't even ready after I came back inside from
feeding the dogs.  After his shower, he finally dressed and found me
waiting in the car outside.  I waited for us to get on the road before
asking for the favor.

"You're all speedy this morning," he joked.

I turned down the radio and stared ahead.

"I need a favor dude.  I'm gonna leave school early and say I have
stomach cramps or something.  I'll text dad to let him know I'm going
home sick--they'll make me anyway and probably call him too.  I'll pick
you up later today."

"Okay...but why?" he asked.

"It's kind of private.  Please just help me out." I said.

"Who is he?"

I didn't answer.

"Oh wait, is it that Mexican carwash dude?  You two are gonna hook up?
 So he's gay?"

"I'm just gonna invite him over," I interrupted.

I pretended to be engrossed in my driving to avoid more questions.  He
turned the radio back up and sat there rubbing his eyes.

"Dude, I'm so sleepy!" he said.

I stayed quiet.

"So, you're not gonna tell me anything about it?"

"Are you gonna help me out?" I said.

"Yeah, okay...it's your business.  But if I have to lie to dad, you'll owe me."

"Fine," I said.

And that was that.

- - -

I decided an upset stomach was too boring of an excuse.  In second
period, I told the teacher I needed to go because I had a migraine.
She looked at me questionably at first and then sent me to the nurse.
Once there, I stayed in the small bathroom for five minutes.  I
remembered hearing some girl at lunch one time blabbing to another
that her migraine was so bad it made her throw up.  I had no clue how
that could be possible, but I played on her experience.  I made some
vomiting sounds that I hoped were loud enough for the nurse to hear
through the door.  I then I slapped my face to make it red and
splotchy.  I made lots of water sounds like I was washing up and then
made my exit from the restroom.

The nurse went to her PC and clicked up my emergency numbers and
looked up dad's work number.  She got his work voice mail and just
simply said that I was being sent home for a horrible headache.  I
felt victorious over my award winning performance.  I signed a form to
leave early and I was gone.

- - -

I discreetly left the building and headed to the car.  After I was a
block away, I turned up the music and sang to the radio.  I was
groovin'.  I happily drove back home and waited time to pass.  I still
had no idea how I was going to try to seduce Antonio, but I sure would
try.  My older brother had served as a good teacher in manipulating a
situation to ones own favor.  I was sure something would work out like
he always did.

Once home, I straightened up the place a little and watched TV until
just after eleven.  I became very nervous after I got into the car to
go pick up Antonio.  I had no idea what was going to happen.  What if
I came on to him and he started punching me or something?  Was this
whole idea a fucking waste of time?  I didn't know.

After I watched the clock, I couldn't take it anymore and got in the
car and headed out.  I got to his place too early and then drove
around the block a few times until it was exactly noon.  When I drove
up, he was standing outside the motel room.  He had on jeans and a
short sleeved plaid shirt that was tight on him.  It was sort of a
western shirt that reminded me of what a cowboy would wear.  His hair
was spiked up with gel or something. He looked adorable!  My dick
hardened in my pants immediately.  He waved and ran up to the
passenger side of the car and got in.  Once he got in, I smelled some
cheap cologne or deodorant.

"What's up dude?" he said in that wonderful accent.

"Just chillin' man!" I said and laughed.

I had an impulsive idea.

"Say, you like video games?"

I listed the names of several that I had.  He said the names of games
he'd played before...all older ones.  I told him I had lots of great
ones.  He seemed excited about it.

"Yeah, let's do some gaming at my place....maybe have a beer?" I suggested.

He liked the beer idea.  I was excited, but very nervous.  I began to
sweat under my clothes.  I remained hard.  I glanced over at him now
and then and admired his cute face.  He didn't know the music I was
playing but nodded his head to the beat.  I wanted to pull over and
kiss him hard, but I kept driving until I reached our place.

Once through the gates, I parked in front of the house and showed him
around.  I told him I lived there with my dad and brother who were
both at work--I hoped saying that would make him think I was out of
high school.  As I lied, I wondered if he had seen my backpack and
school books in the back seat.  After I showed him the dogs, we went
inside and sat in the living room.

I turned on the TV and flipped around the sports channels.  I asked
him which sport he followed--he told me "futbol", which I knew to be
soccer.  The World Cup was held in the summer, so I asked him which
team he'd rooted for.  He started talking about Mexican futbol, teams
I didn't know at all.  I had a hard time understanding him anyway, but
I just enjoyed the view.  He carried on animatedly while he talked
about his team.

"Let's see how good you are at the games I have here," I said.

I led him to my room where the XBox and PlayStation were.  One the
game was set up, I began playing and he wasn't sure what to do.  He
hadn't used that interface before.  I casually moved next to him
touched the controller with his hand still on it.  My chest touched
his back and he didn't freak or flinch from the close contact.  With
my hands, I showed him how to move around in the game.  Then, I let
him play on his own.

Despite the language barrier, he was quick in understanding.  He
played his first round really good.  While he was playing, I went to
get our beers and brought them in the bedroom.

"Ah gracias!" he said.

He gulped his beer down.  Obviously, it wasn't new to him.
Personally, I didn't care for the taste and didn't drink enough to get
a buzz.  I wanted to show him an ever better game, so we switched to
another and I gave him tips on it like before.  While I was playing my
round, he yawned, stretched, and rubbed his shoulder as if it were
sore.

"Tired already?" I joked.

"I work too much!" he joked.

I felt sorry for him...poor, tired, sexy good looking dude.
Impulsively, I made my move just after his second round began.  He was
sitting on the bed with his legs crossed and pulled up close to him.
I moved to sit behind him.  With a shaking hand, I moved it up to the
shoulder that he'd rubbed before.

"Is this the sore one?" I asked coolly.

I started rubbing it like a trainer in gym class would do.  I rubbed
it a little roughly at first to avoid it seeming sexual.

"Ah yeah....that's good." he sighed.

I rubbed it next with both hands.  He continued to play the game.
After a couple of minutes, I had one hand on each shoulder.  He
continued to play, but moaned.  My massage movements became more
sensual.

"It's good...gracias!" he said.

I slowly let my hands move down his back.  I'd given backrubs to my
dad and brothers for years...I was a pro.  With two hands, I rubbed his
back with the tips of my fingers pressing deep into his muscles.
Eventually, he slowly dropped the controller and lay the slouching
forward while I did my thing.  I inhaled his scent, whatever it was.
My fingers kneaded his tight back muscles before finding their way
back to his tight shoulders.  After I heard a contented sigh, my hands
moved down again.  Then I made the move.

I reached my hands all the way around his little waist until they met
and kissed his neck.  He didn't move at all.  I kissed it again.  I
felt his hands moving up...I thought it was to move mine away, but he
just held onto mine tightly!  I slowly kissed up the side of his neck
and nibbled his earlobe.  My nose brushed into his hair and smelled a
hint of shampoo and his hair gel.  My cock was so damn stiff--it was
pushing against my jeans and it wanted to be freed.

I pulled him backwards and we both fell against my pillows.  He
stretched out his legs and the rolled sideways to face me.  We looked
into each others eyes but said nothing.  I kissed him on the mouth.
He closed his eyes and just lay there.  I kissed him again.  My third
kiss entailed sticking my tongue out and forcing it into his warm
lips.  He opened and made room for it.  At first, he didn't return the
kiss.  He took a deep breath with his mouth open and then began French
kissing me back.  I hugged him hard as our tongues dueled.  When we
finally came up for air, I let go and started unbuttoning his shirt.
I wanted that man naked!

He pulled away to allow me room to pull his shirt off all of the way.
Then he pulled his undershirt off and tossed it onto the floor next to
his other shirt.  I began pulling my clothes off in a hurry.  I was
totally naked while he still had on his jeans.  I moved down to his
crotch and undid the buckle of his belt and the fly of his jeans.  He
was wearing simple white briefs.  I pulled the elastic down and his
pretty, uncut dick moved out.

I was amazed at the contrast in skin color of his arms and face to the
parts of his body that were always covered up.  His torso was very
light skinned.  Oppositely, the exposed parts (like his arms and face)
were obviously darker from over-exposure to the sun.  It was all
beautiful.

His dick wasn't huge, but it was uncut!  I just stared at the
wonderful overhang of skin covering the head of his penis.  I moved
down and sniffed it.  It was a new dick smell for me.  I licked the
underside of it and he moaned.  I put one hand around his small balls
and moved his dick so it was pointing up to the ceiling.  I slowly
pulled down the foreskin and exposed the purple head.  A small bubble
of precum was in his piss slit.  I licked it off.  Each time I licked
anything, he squirmed and moaned.  I pulled the skin back up and
figured I'd save his cock for last.

I moved down and licked on his ball sac.  His moans became louder.  He
kicked his shoes off and they thumped on the carpet below.  I pulled
his pants completely off for him and then I beheld his body naked
except for his clean, but holy socks.  I marveled at his slim little
body.  He was mostly smooth all over except for tufts of black hair in
his armpits and crotch.  On his upper arm was a tattoo of someone's
initials.

I needed to kiss him badly again, so I lay on top of him.  I was much
taller, so his dick pressed against my abs.  He ran his fingers
through my shaggy hair and wrapped his legs around my own.  I could
have just made out all day--that was enough for me.  The foreplay was
sufficient enough without ever having an orgasm.  We kept kissing
until our faces were covered in spit.  I kept wondering what his butt
looked like, so I had him move over onto his stomach.

He turned over and I saw his cute, smooth butt.  It was pale and
smooth.  I held onto the cheeks and pulled them apart to see dark
black hairs surrounding his asshole.  I bent my face down to sniff his
asscrack.  It was nice...slightly musky but with a hint of soap.  With
it still pulled open, I licked from his taint, across his hole, and up
to his tailbone.

He jumped up and almost turned over.

"You okay?  I'm just licking your ass." I said calmly.

He put his face down into the pillow again.

"Okay."

As I licked his hole, he moaned like crazy.   My hands stroked his
wonderful butt cheeks and kneaded them.  I pulled his cheeks as far
apart as I could and then stuck my tongue deep as it would go past
that tight, little ass ring.  It tried to tighten and push my tongue
out, but I held it there and pushed in deeper.  He groaned.   As he
relaxed, I was able to tongue fuck him with ease.   I continued for
several minutes and enjoyed hearing him moan over and over.

After I finished working his ass over, I moved up to make out with him
again.  I felt his slim rough hands groping my dick.  He wasn't
jacking me very effectively, but I didn't care.  I couldn't get enough
of his warm tongue in my mouth and took advantage of it.  When he
needed a breath, I moved off and headed to his nipples.  I lovingly
sucked each one as he masturbated.  I sensed he was getting close to
cumming, so I moved down and sucked his dick.  I sucked up and down
leaving the skin pulled up as he had it when he was jacking.  He
grabbed my head and started bucking his hips.  I knew a load of sperm
was on its way.  I bobbed up and down faster and faster until I heard
him making crazy gurgling sounds.

My mouth filled with spurt after spurt of cum.  I wondered how man
days he'd gone without jacking off to make so much cum.  I held it all
in my mouth until he was done and then swirled it around with my
tongue.  I swallowed it with joy and looked up at his sweet face.  His
eyes were closed and there were small beads of sweat on his forehead.

I moved up next to him and we kissed some more.  He had no issues with
kissing me with a mouth full of his jizz.  I thought that was hot.  He
held me tightly for a long time.  After several minutes I tried to
break the ice.

"So, that was nice!" I told him.

He rolled over on his stomach and turned his head sideways to face me.

"Yeah, it was really good.  I feel good."

I wanted to know so much about him--I wasn't sure what to ask.

"So, that guy you live with...do you two do this stuff?" I asked bluntly.

"Oh no. Never."

He said that very seriously like how could I have ever supposed such a thing.

"He's just a friend.  He help me get to the job."

He told me how he had moved around with some friends who eventually
split up.   One of them worked at the carwash and introduced Antonio
to his roommate Juan.  Juan got him his other job at the restaurant.
So, they were just coworkers who lived in the same room.

"I don't like to work at the restaurant.  I run so much and work so
hard but el jefe is not good." He said.

"The what?"

"El jefe."

He repeated the Spanish word.

"My boss.  He yells to me.  Yells like am a dog or animal.  I do my
best.  I want say 'fuck you' but I need to work.  It makes me sad."

My heart broke as he told me his all about his work troubles.  The
carwash job wasn't as was okay, but he worked all day and if he didn't
show the manager his tips (so he could take part of them) then his
boss threatened to fire him...the asshole took a cut of all the guys'
tips.  With the two jobs, he never had a day completely off.  The
topic got depressing so I asked about where he was from again.  Then I
heard the awful tale of him paying all his money and being sneaked in
over the border in the back of a truck with hardly and air and ungodly
heat.

"Shhh!" I told him.  "Just relax for now and let me make you feel good."

He rolled over onto his back.  I thought about all the walking and
running he had to do, so I decided to work his feet over.  I pulled
off his socks expecting to find dry or peeling feet because of the
beating they obviously took.  Instead, they were perfectly smooth.  I
got up and ran to the bathroom and found some old lotion.  When I
started massaging his feet, he began giggling.  The more I did it, he
got used to it and didn't jump or wiggle.  Eventually, he laid back
and closed his eyes.  He moaned as I worked on each foot separately.
His dick rose again.

The massage reminded me about the times my dad used to come home from
working overnight at the plant when we were kids.  My brother and I
would run into the living room while everyone else was asleep and
greet dad.  He'd lay back exhausted on his chair and raise his work
boots.  Jeff and I would race to see who could get one of the boots
off first.  We'd be standing there naked with a boot between our legs
pulling hard.  Once the boots were off, we'd peel his sweaty socks off
and the winner always chased the loser around with the dirty socks.
We were always fascinated by funky smells.  Mom would tell us to stop
when she saw one of us sniffing the others butt or something.  She'd
be laughing, but told us that was nasty.

She was usually asleep when we did the boot thing.  Dad would then get
up and go to the bedroom where we heard them having sex after his
shower.  Then mom would get up, make Saturday breakfast and we'd run
around quietly so dad didn't wake up.  If we got too noisy, she made
Dean take us outside and watch us.

I hadn't thought about dad's boots and socks in years.  While rubbing
Antonio's feet, I wondered what his feet were like fresh out of his
shoes after doing his valet job all evening.  I wished I could be
there to massage his feet and taste them right after work.  I flopped
down and put his toes in my mouth and sucked each one specially.  I
tasted the lotion but I didn't care.  I soon heard him snoring.

Laying there next to his feet, I thought he looked so sexy.  I
secretly grabbed my cell phone from my pants and took a photo of him
naked on the bed.  I took some of his dick that had become flaccid
after he fell asleep. I took some pics of his feet and then one of his
sleeping face.  I'd just put the phone down when he rolled over and
opened his eyes.

He got up to go take a piss.  Instinctively, I grabbed his pants and
pulled out his wallet.  I could still hear him pissing.  Inside was an
ID card.  I quickly did the math in my head and by using his birth
date I calculated he was twenty six!  I heard him coming back and put
the wallet back where I'd found it.

Once back on the bed, he grabbed my hand and pulled me to him.  We
started yet another round of making out.

"It's your time!"

He meant it was my turn to cum.  I didn't even care if I shot my load,
I just wanted to be with him.

"Do you want to fuck me?" I asked.

His face reddened.

"Will you fuck me?" I asked more assertively.

"Okay," he said.

I grabbed my bottle of lube and opened the lid.  I lubed up my fingers
and felt around in my hole.  It was still empty since I'd gone to the
toilet last so no need to "clean out".  I twisted three fingers around
and got myself well lubed.  Then I poured a lot of lube onto his dick
and rubbed it all over.  His dick was the smallest I'd played with
before, so I knew there would be no discomfort.

I decided to leave him on his back and  just ride his cock.   I
hovered over it and moved my ass right against it.  It slid in
extremely fast.  I sat down hard on it and he gasped.  I bent down
over him to kiss.  His small hips and waist began to hump me.  I loved
the way he moaned after every stroke.  I randomly sat up straight and
rubbed my hands up down his skinny frame.  My hands massaged his small
pecs, past his bony ribs, and down to his semi-flat stomach.

There was no use in trying to edge.  I sensed he was going to cum
easily, so I used the lube already on my hand and started jacking off
hard.  I squeezed his dick tightly with my butt muscles and ass ring.
Before I knew it, he was cumming and groaning.  I shot my load along
with his and could hardly keep my balance over him.  I fell on top of
him out of breath and we kissed again. I asked him if he needed to
take a shower and he asked if he could.  He surprised me by pulling my
hand and taking me with him to the bathroom.

We took a quick shower and washed each other up.  I tried to keep his
cum in my ass and squeezed my hole tightly.  After we got dressed, I
glanced over at the clock and then panicked--it was past three-thirty.
I was going to be late picking up Jeff!

I nervously picked up my phone and texted him.  There were already
three texts asking if I was coming or not.  I texted that I would pick
him up at four o'clock.

I knew he was going to be mad as fuck, so I hurried Antonio out the
door.  I drove really fast trying to get Antonio to his motel, but
traffic in town was terrible...especially with those school zones.  I
didn't dare pick Jeff up first, so I drove a mile past the school to
drop off Antonio.

When we got to his place, his roommate was just driving up in a beat
up old truck.  I could see he had some type of uniform shirt on.
Antonio jumped out of the car and waved to me.  I didn't even get to
ask him when we could meet again.  He walked on into the motel room
after unlocking the door.  His friend looked at me kind of weirdly.

I drove off quickly and headed to the high school.  Jeff was standing
on the curb so I didn't have to drive into the parking lot and be seen
as we'd planned.  He sure did look pissed off, though.  He walked to
the driver's side and said coldly, "Move over."

I scooted to the passenger side after removing my seat belt.

"What took you so damn long?" he asked.

"I had to take him back home," I admitted.

He just shook his head and didn't say anything the rest of the way
home.  When we got home, I noticed the gate was open.  I didn't
remember leaving it open.  I got out and closed it behind us and Jeff
drove on up to the house.  Then another surprise.  Dad's truck.

"Oh shit," I said.

"What?  He knows you had to go pick me up."

That wasn't what I was worried about--dad was home earlier than usual.
When we stepped into the house.  Dad was sitting in his chair with two
empty beer cans on the coffee table in front of him.

"When you get the dogs put up, we can talk about this!"

He was not amused.  I was confused.

"What about the dogs?" I said.

His face turned red.

"You didn't take them with you to pick up your brother?" he asked.

"No," I replied flatly.

"Then you left the damn pen gate open.  They're not out there!"

My heart sank.  While showing Antonio the dogs, I knew I left the
outer gate open but I thought I'd closed the inner door.  I ran
outside immediately to see if it was true.  The pen was empty with
both the large door and the small gate open.  I ran back inside.

"Dad, are you trying to teach me a lesson or something...are they really
tied up out back?"

"You need to get your ass out there and find those dogs.  If they
don't come back, you're not getting another one."

I just stood there in shock.

"Come on, Curt!" Jeff nudged me with his elbow.

We went outside and ran all around the property.  No dogs.

"I'll jump in the car and drive up and down the road.  You go looking
in the woods.  We'll find them." he said.

I knew he was really mad inside but was keeping a cool head.  I felt
like shit.  After lying about a headache at school, I began to
experience one for real.  I went back inside and put my Doc Marten
boots on so I could move through the woods without scratching my
ankles up.  I yelled and yelled the dogs' names over and over.  I
roamed for over an hour.  I got a text from Jeff telling me he had no
luck on the road but was still driving around.

Past exploration of our property and the adjoining property let us
know that the further you went into the woods, the thicker the brush
got.  As some point, if you kept walking, you'd come to another
country road and a creek. I wondered if Thelma and Louise had made it
that far.  Likely they got out before Antonio left, so they could have
been running around in the woods and not up and down our road.  Either
way, I was so afraid that one of them might have been run over.

I kept looking and looking...yelling their names--and nothing.  I went
back to the house to check in and the dogs' pen was still empty.  I
left again with Jeff and we walked off in another direction through
the woods.  It was getting dark and the sun was setting.

"We need to go back now or we'll be lost too," Jeff said.

Defeated, I agreed and we walked back silently.  After we reached our
clearing, we passed their empty pen and my mouth felt dry and my
stomach nauseous.  I cursed myself for being so forgetful.  I knew
Jeff was never going to forgive me.

We moved on around the corner to the front of the house and sitting
there wagging their tails, was Thelma and Louise on the front steps.
I ran to them as they began barking and whining.  Jeff grabbed one, me
the other.  I hugged the beagle so tightly in my arms.  Jeff was on
his knees getting his face licked to death.  Dad turned on the porch
light after hearing the ruckus.  He opened the door.

"Thank god.  Get them put up and get your ass in here."

Jeff and I put the dogs up and looked them over.  I didn't see any
injuries.  They were still very hyper over their day of freedom.  We
walked out of the pen and put them on the ground.   Jeff latched both
gates and turned to me.  He pulled the scruff of my shirt so tight it
nearly ripped.

"Don't you ever pull that bullshit again!"

I'd never seen that kind of anger in his eyes.  He let me go and
stomped into the house.  Stunned, I followed him.  I wanted to defend
myself, but no words came.  After we stepped into the house, dad was
sitting there in his chair.  The two cans of beer were still sitting
there.

"Go to your room until we're done," he told Jeff.

"I'm starving dad!"

"GO!"

He scrambled down the hall quickly.  After I heard his door shut, dad
laid into me.

"I'm not even gonna ask why you got into my beer or lied about being
sick.  I don't know which of your friends you had over, but when I
passed your room and saw games scattered all over the place with two
beer cans by the TV, I came unglued--I knew you weren't sick."

I turned away.

"Look at me!" he yelled.

I moved my head back to face him.

"After your school called me, I kept thinking about her message saying
you had an extreme headache."

His eyes blazed.

"Don't you remember?  She thought she had a migraine.  Your mom
complained about the same thing before she--. "

He lowered his voice and continued.

"I worried about it and even left work an hour early to come home and
check on you.  You'd been here having a good old time.  Drinking my
beer?  And to make it worse, you fuck around and left the pen
open--what were you thinking?"

"I don't know. I'm sorry."

I mumbled such a feeble answer.

"I'm so damn mad at you!  Hand me your phone!" he snapped.

"But dad..."

"You want your own phone, you pay for one yourself."

He picked up the phone along with our laptop--both were sitting on the
coffee table.  He grabbed his keys and walked out to his truck with
them.  He locked them in the tool box in the back of the truck and
came back inside.

"You won't get the computer back for a week.  I'm having your phone
disconnected.'

I knew better than to protest again.

"I'm sorry dad.  I won't do any crazy shit again."

"You realize those dogs could have been killed in the woods by coyotes
or ran out to the road and gotten hit?"

"Yes, sir."

I was seconds away from tears when he let me go.

"Tell your brother he's released." he said in a normal tone.

I got up to go tell Jeff he was free to leave his room, but he'd heard
it all and was already coming down the hall.  He didn't even look at
me but he elbowed me in the ribs.  He went straight to the kitchen and
started making a sandwich.  I had no appetite.  I just moped and went
to my room and closed the door.  I sat there in the dark.

I smelled Antonio's cheap cologne on my bed and it smelled so sweet.
Hours ago I was in heaven kissing him...then the day had turned to shit.
I wondered what he was doing as I lay there in misery.  Dad was so mad
at me.  Jeff was mad because I'd nearly lost our dogs.  Now he had no
computer access because of me at home for a week.  I felt like such an
idiot.  My stomach was sore from all the worry.  I rubbed it and it
growled.  I heard dad saying something to Jeff before dad's heavy
footsteps walked beyond my door.  I heard dad's door close.

I lay there depressed as I heard another set footsteps walking in the
hall.  My door opened and someone turned the light on.  Before I
turned over to see who it was, the door shut with just a glimpse of my
brother's face visible.  I looked and saw he'd placed a sandwich on a
paper towel with a Coke on the edge of the dresser.

I took off my dirty clothes and sat there naked on the bed.  I ate my
sandwich in silence.

To be continued...

(PS: This is reposting of the original chapter but with typos fixed)

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