Date: Wed, 22 Oct 2014 05:45:04 -0500
From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Life of a Twisted Twin Part 4

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Life of a Twisted Twin Part 4

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

After Day 2 of our after-school detention, JJ and I had finished
cleaning the main equipment room.  When Coach came to inspect our work
at then end of the hour, I was sure he was going to set us free for
the rest of the week.  Instead, he found more "shit work" for us to
do.  We found out there were two other smaller closets in the Gym
Building that were packed with old stuff and even dirtier than the
main equipment room.  He asked us to clean out the two and organize
them.  One was just a simple, long closet...the other was slightly
larger with many shelves that reached to its extended ceiling.

On that day, all we did is pull the stuff out into the hallway to see
what was inside.  We swept them out and then pushed the stuff back
inside with the intention to organize the next day.  Amazingly, we
managed to say two words among us the entire time.  JJ rarely looked
me in the eyes and that bugged me.  Regardless of the tension between
us, we managed to get Coach's "busy work" done and left after he
dismissed us.

On the third day, we actually talked because we had to figure out what
to put in all of the shelves in the bigger closet.  He found a step
stool somewhere and we began to place things in the lower shelves. We
didn't think it out well because we had lots of heavy stuff left over
to put in the higher shelves.  We discussed it would be a good way of
getting back at the coach for someone to discover later that all the
heavy shit was up high.  So, I got on the step stool and told him to
lift the stuff up to me.

I filled the shelves from the middle going upward.  There were boxes
of antiquated gym gear, boxing gloves, paper towels, old barbells,
etc.  He was acting less lazy and eager to get it all done like me.  I
did notice out of the corner of my eye that he would look right up at
me while I shoved something in a shelf, but when I moved to grab
something new from him, he looked down to the ground.  It thought it
was a shame he was such a jerk...he was really cute in a rebel kind of
way.  He had dark circles under his eyes that made him look mysterious
under the light of a single light bulb.  I imagined him dressed all in
black.

I noticed his forehead began to sweat the more lifted stuff to me.  It
was probably the most work he'd done in ages.  Eventually, he looked
worn out, but he had one huge and heavy box to lift up to me.  It was
too wide to fit anywhere but on the open top shelf.  I heard him grunt
and then lifted it up slowly to me.  I grabbed it securely and slowly
lifted it upward toward the shelf.  Then we heard a pop and the stool
underneath me fell sideways.

The box fell behind me and banged against the other shelves.  I had no
time to react but to try to grab onto a shelf.  My hand immediately
slipped off the dusty surface.  I felt two arms grab my waist--he tried
to catch me!  We both fell backwards onto the floor and a small stack
of rubber mats.  The mats saved his head from smashing into the
concrete floor.

All of that happened instantaneously...so quickly that when I realized
the stool had collapsed, I only knew next that I was on the floor in
his arms--I was on top of him with two inches between our faces.  For
one split second I felt his warm breath on my face and he looked
deeply into my eyes.  I tried to get up again and fell to his left
side.

He burst out laughing.  At first I thought he was laughing at me.
Then I saw the look on his face was more innocent.  He was just
laughing at the absurdity of what had just happened.  Then I started
laughing immediately.  Coach appeared and was frantically helping us
up.

"I heard the crash," he said.

"It was an accident sir, we weren't fighting!" JJ immediately said defensively.

"Are you guys okay?"

The twisted remains of the step stool lay next to us.  The wide box
had burst open and its junky contents were exposed.  Coach helped up
both get off the floor.  I saw that the leg of the stool was cracked.
I could tell Coach Martinez felt bad about us nearly getting badly
hurt.

"You guys can call it a day.  I'll see you both in class tomorrow."

I was relieved to get to leave a half hour early.  As I got my gym bag
and headed out meet Jeff, I thought about lying on top of JJ for that
brief moment.  In fact, I couldn't stop thinking about it.  As we rode
home, I quietly replayed the events of the last hour in my head.  Jeff
was telling me about some dumb girl throwing up in his Biology class
but I didn't pay attention.  I looked down and saw my crotch was
tented with an erection.  I nervously moved my gym bag over it and
acted more interested in Jeff's story.

- - -

On Thursday, JJ and I finished the smaller closet.  It was quite easy.
There was almost a friendly tone between us as we did the last of the
grunt work.  After we were done, we each just sat on a crate until
Coach came to inspect our work.  We didn't say much, but there was no
tension.  I sat there checking my phone for texts and he sat there
with his eyes closed.

"Yeah, I'm tired too."

"I didn't sleep so good last night," he said.

He didn't elaborate.  Instead, he just sort of stared at the
cinderblock wall introspectively.

"I'm ready for supper and a nap!" I said.

He looked me in the eyes again.  It was a sad, yet cynical expression
in his eyes.  It was like an expression of someone who's jaded yet
sympathetic.  When he looked down again to the ground, I felt my dick
swelling in my pants.  I had to shift positions to hide it.

Just then, Coach came back to dismiss us.  We hoped he was going to
say we were done with our punishment, but instead, he just said, "See
you two tomorrow, guys."

- - -

Dad cooked supper that evening.  He made BLT sandwiches for us with
potato chips on the side.  He seemed to be preoccupied again while we
ate.  After eating, Jeff and I went to my room to play some video
games.  For once, I had no homework to do.  As we sat there playing,
neither of us spoke for the longest other than yelling at the screen.
I heard the loud click of yet another beer can pop top being opened.

"You think dad's really worried about his job?" Jeff asked out of the blue.

"I'm not sure dude, but he's acted kind of odd." I noted.

"Yeah, or maybe he needs to get laid."

"I don't know."

"You think he's got a fuck buddy or is seeing that skank woman again?"
Jeff asked.

"I haven't heard him on the phone with her.  He's come home every day
without going out."

We stayed quiet for a while after that.  When we were done with that
game (I won), I turned everything off.

"He's gotta be horny.  He almost never jacks off that we know of.  He
was used to getting some tail from Dave and Dean anytime he wanted it.
I wonder if he misses that." I said.

"I'm sure he does.  He's either horny, dating someone, or worried
about his job.  But he's not going to tell us.  He never talks about
deep stuff."

"Yeah, I know." I agreed.

"Speaking of horny..." Jeff said.  "You wanna sixty nine?"

"Sure," I said.

I laid flat on my back on the bed and my brother flipped his long leg
over my torso and backed his crack to my nose.  The curly blond ass
hair ringlets hovered over my nostrils.  I inhaled to smell his scent.

"I take it you wanna get eaten first?"

"You mind bro?"

"Okay," I said.

He backed his butt onto my face and I began to suck on his anus.  It
tasted salty.  My tongue cleared the small bit of lint and swallowed
it. I wiggled my tongue to get it inside as far as it would go.  I
kept my mouth locked onto his butthole.  He cooed and moaned before
engulfing my dick.  I closed my eyes.

Out of the blue, the memory of lying on JJ on the floor flooded my
mind.  I wasn't sure why I was thinking of that prick again.  Still,
thoughts of that experience consumed me.  I fantasized that I grabbed
JJ and stuck my tongue in his mouth as our sweaty foreheads touched.
I imagined us stripping naked in front of the coach without caring who
watched.  I started spewing in record time into Jeff's mouth.  He was
taken by surprise at my early cum shoot, but he sucked it down in a
flash.

"Hey bro, I need more time...keep on eating!"

I kept on licking on Jeff's spit drenched chute while jacking him off.
My hand felt dry, so I spit liberally on it and jacked the hell out of
his dick.  I felt his hole clench around my tongue and I knew he was
finally shooting.  I felt warm sperm squirting onto my stomach.  When
he was done, he pulled off me and licked his cum up.  All was quiet
for just a moment.  Through the open doorway of the bedroom, we heard
dad snoring from his living room chair.

"Let's go get him..."

We went to go nudge dad so he'd go to his bed and sleep comfortably.
When we walked up to him in the living room, Jeff nodded toward the
many cans of beer.  Dad had drunk more than a six pack.

"Come on dad, get up and go to bed."

He groggily mumbled and then opened his eyes.

"Is it morning?" he said.

"No dad, it's only ten o'clock." Jeff answered.

He stood up and we walked him to his room.  The three of us were naked
as usual.  We walked him with his arms around our shoulders.

"Thanks boys...you're the greatest sons.  I'm so proud of you!" dad mumbled.

"And you're kind of drunk, too...dad" Jeff said.

"No really, I'm proud of you...my two fucking hot sons."

Dad burped and then I felt his hand slide to my ass.  I looked down
and his other hand was on Jeff's left cheek.  The touch of dad's rough
hand felt electric.  He began to stagger some as we reached his room.
Once next to his bed, he playfully fell forward dragging us with him.

"Good night dad!" we said.

"Oh no, don't leave me boys...stay with me.  Please don't go..."

Jeff and I exchanged glances and he shrugged his shoulders.

"Okay dad, we'll sleep in here tonight."

"Oh good..." he said and burst out laughing.

He rolled over on his back and pulled us next to him.  Then the three
of us were on his bed with him in the middle.  The next thing we heard
was snoring.  Dad was out again with an arm around each of us.   Dad's
dick stood at half mast.  Instinctively, I put my hand on it.  I
stroked it and it slowly grew fully hard.  Jeff stroked dad's ball
sac.

"It's so huge!" he said.

We took turns playing with dad's dick and pulling on his low hanging
nuts.  I ran my hand over his chest and belly.  I was horny all over
again.  When dad let out another abrupt snore, we started chuckling.
I looked over and Jeff was just as hard as me.  I rolled over dad and
got on top of Jeff.  Right next to our drunk and sleeping dad, I
fucked Jeff as we made out.  After our second orgasms waned, we lay
next to dad's warm, nude body.  His body was exposed...but I felt
another part of him was exposed.  He seemed vulnerable in his drunken
state.

- - -

The school day went by quickly on Friday.  When P.E. class came
around, we watched two videos on stretching exercises.  Following
that, we had to demonstrate them to the coach.  The final bell rang
and JJ and I stayed in our gym clothes while everyone else dressed.
It was our last day of detention and I was so glad.  Getting home an
hour later each day had interrupted my normal routine of homework,
eating, and sitting on my ass.

After all the guys had cleared the gym, JJ and I waited for Coach in
his office.  I told him that I was glad it was Friday and our last day
of the detention bullshit.  He just nodded and didn't make eye
contact.  The more time I'd spent with him, I detected that his
personality was quite complicated.  The coach suddenly appeared and
told us to follow him.  He led us to the weight room.

"Johnson, show JJ your workout routine.  You both do two sets and you
can leave."

He walked off without seeing our surprised reaction.

"I guess this is part of his 'making us interact and be buddies' crap," JJ said.

"Yeah, probably." I laughed.  "I know you're a lazy ass so let's get
it over with."

He just laughed.  I sat on the chest press machine and he just stared
at me.  After I finished twelve reps, I got up.

"Don't worry dude, I won't expect you to handle this weight," I said
and began pulling off some of the weights to make it lighter for him."

"Hey man, I'm no pussy...I'll do whatever you do!" he said.

I put the weights back on the rack and moved out of his way.  He lay
down on the bench of the machine and concentrated for a minute.  Then,
he slowly began doing presses.  He did fine until his ninth and then
he had to stop.

"Lift dude, I'll spot you." I said.

I stood at an angle that I could pull up on the handles if he began to
strain.  He pushed up hard and I pulled the wait up to let him finish
the tenth rep.  He didn't thank me or anything, but didn't seem mad.
We moved on to the rest of the machines and his ego allowed for him to
complete as many reps as I did.  I began to see a slight competitive
streak in him that I hadn't noticed before.

When we finished the first sets of my routine, I could have easily
done another full set but I felt bad for him.  I told him I usually do
half the reps on my second set.  So, we did all the same exercises
again but with fewer reps.  I managed to egg him on and get him to
squeeze in some extra reps to try to "one up" me.  I was surprised to
realize I was actually enjoying working out with him.

"I do crunches last," I said as I got down on the mat.

"I better watch out...this is how this whole mess started!" he joked.
"Don't knock me in the floor again!"

He plopped down on the mat next to me.  He tried to mimic what I was
doing, but his gut was in the way.

"Here, I'll hold your feet." I said.  "You don't need to move your
whole upper body up...just flex the abs."

Unsure of himself, he began his crunches.  When he was doing them
correctly, I moved next to him and did my own.  Now and then, our
shoulders touched.  I was in a sleeveless shirt; he was in a plain
white tee.  Before I was done, he tired out and let out a huge sigh.

"I'm done dude...this kicked my ass!"

I stopped and rolled onto my side.  He was lying there with his
shoulders behind his head.  He looked incredibly sexy.  It worked with
Antonio...so I went with my instinct and did it.  I leaned over and
kissed him.  My lips pressed against his wider lips which were warm
and wet.  I closed my eyes for a second and when I felt no
reciprocation from him, I sat up and jerked away.  He had a startled
look on his face.  I was freaking and instantly regretted what I did.

"I'm s-s-sorry dude!"

It was the first time I had stuttered in years.  He started chuckling.
He slowly sat up and looked me in the eyes and smiled.  He didn't
appear to be upset.

"You're not mad?" I said shakily.

He just reached out and pulled me down to the mat and rolled over on
me.  His tongue was in my mouth instantly and we kissed hard.  I took
no breaths until the kiss was over.

"Oh my god..." I said.

"Oh my god is right!  What made you do that?" he said.

"I think you're hot, asshole!" I said bluntly.

We heard footsteps coming down the hall and clumsily pulled away from
each other.  We'd separated in the nick of time.  Coach Martinez was
standing over us.

"Ok, so you guys went a week without killing each other.  You guys
gonna act right from now on?" he asked.

"Yes, sir." we said in unison.

"You two get going...the janitor is waiting to mop in here."

We stood up and the coach was gone.  I suddenly felt very awkward.  JJ
grabbed his backpack from the floor and hurriedly walked off.  I
wanted to talk to him about what had just happened, but he just left.
I felt very emotional...nervous and excited.  I looked at the clock--it
was about fifteen minutes beyond the time that I was supposed to be
meeting Jeff at the car.  As we exited the weight room, the old
janitor looked hatefully at me.  I wondered if he'd been watching us
the whole time.

I stopped at the water fountain to drink.  JJ was nowhere in sight
after I wiped my mouth on my shirt and looked around.  When I got
outside, I saw Jeff leaning against the car looking more irritable
then ever.

"Dude, I thought you were gonna get to leave early but you got out
even later than usual.  Thank god it's over today."

He peeled out of the parking lot.  In the distance, I saw JJ walking
home.  I didn't dare ask Jeff to give him a ride.

- - -

The next week passed by quickly, but everything felt weird.  Whenever
I saw JJ in the hall he awkwardly looked away.  When he was with Rich
or some other loser, he just looked mad or looked down.  Midway
through the week there was gossip about him.  Apparently, his rudeness
was transferred away from me but to other people.

Rumors spread around that he told Elizabeth Crane (a large girl), "Get
out of my way, you elephant bitch!"  One of the nerd guys tried to
stand up for her and told JJ he'd kick his ass, but JJ told him to
fuck off too.  I didn't understand him at all.  I wanted to talk to
him in private, but there was never a chance.  If any guys saw us near
each other in the gym, they watched to see if another fight was gonna
brew up.  On Friday, I finally spoke to him in the far end of the
Weight Room.

"You know, they're just waiting for us to throw another punch!" I joked.

He grinned.

"Yeah, I can tell...I bet they want you to kick my ass."

Then I spoke very low.

"I found kissing you is better than giving you a black eye."

His face went from it usual pale to deep red.  He didn't react otherwise.

"What?  I thought you liked it." I said.

"Be discreet dude!" he said.

"Can I text you later?"

"I don't have a phone," he said.

"Email you?"

"No computer..."

"Hmm...Can I stop by and talk to you on my way to work around seven
thirty or eight?"

He hesitated.

"Okay, but we have to stay outside."

"Cool!" I said.

He told me his address and I committed it memory instantly.  The bell
rang and I went to grab my bag.  I frantically searched for my phone
and typed in his address to my contact list.  I looked around and JJ
was nowhere to be seen.  When I got to the car and waited for Jeff, I
saw JJ walking home again.

I thought to myself, "no phone, no computer, walks home...must have a
strict family."

- - -

I was too keyed up to nap after school.  I relaxed on the couch and
watched TV with dad.  Jeff had been picked up and taken to our high
school football game by his friends.  Dad was laying on the beer a
little heavily as he had done lately.  I looked over at him and he was
opening his fourth can.  Later, he moved from his chair to the couch.
I looked back and found him dozing with the last can of beer barely
touched.  I tossed the empties and put the unfinished beer in the
fridge.  I kept watching the clock until it was seven thirty.

I quickly got dressed and headed out to the car.  I was extremely
nervous...I had no idea what the purpose of my visit was--to kiss him
again or just talk?  I had major butterflies in my stomach.  I knew of
the street that he told me but I'd never driven on it.  His side of
town had ancient homes and was near the historic "downtown" area.

When I got to his neighborhood, I drove up and down the street twice
but couldn't find a house with the number he gave me.  Where the house
should have been was a vacant lot and then an old, abandoned house
behind a bunch of bushes and trees.  It was darker out, so I turned my
headlights on.  Then I saw him walking down the street.  I drove fast
to catch up with him.  I slowed down and rolled my window down.

"Yo...over here" I said.

He walked toward the passenger side and got in.

"I couldn't find your place." I said.

"It's that one you passed twice.  Not too pretty is it?"

It was the house I thought was abandoned.  He had been walking on the
street instead of waiting at his house.  He was wearing the same
clothes from gym class and looked very tired and sleepy.  I asked him
if he wanted to go grab a burger with me and he agreed.  We drove to a
Sonic drive-in joint so that we could stay in the car.  After using
the speaker to order our food, I thought it was a good time to talk.

"Have you been with a dude before ...are you gay/bi?"

"Wow, you cut to the chase, man.  I should be asking you why you
wanted to kiss a bastard like me."

"I went with the moment...haven't you ever done that?" I said.

He just looked down at his hands that were clasped in his lap.

"Why have you been such a dick anyway?" I asked.

"I'm really sorry for teasing you when were kids.  I don't know.  I
thought it was funny back then."

"And so?  Why now...what did I do to you?"

"I don't know man.  There I saw you for the first time in ages and saw
how hot you looked.  I got mad."

"Mad at what?" I asked

"I often get made at 'perfect people'.  Those of you with a perfect
face, perfect body, popular as fuck..."He said.

"Because you can't be those people?"

He laughed in a cynical way.

"No...because I can't get laid.  They'd never want to be with me."

He made a look of disgust and pointed at himself when he said that.

"Oh, wait...you think I'm one of those stuck up guys at school?"

"Well...no.  But you're really popular.  Both of you."

A gal our age in roller skates rolled over to the car with our food
and took my cash.  She seemed rather friendly and looked over at JJ in
a flirty way.  He paid no attention to her.  I told her to keep the
change and she winked at me.

We just ate for a while.  Each of us chewed on our burger and shared
some French Fries.  I guzzled from the jumbo coke in between bites.
After all the anticipation from my nerve racking evening, I finally
relaxed.

"I didn't even recognize you on your first day.  How did you know who
I was even?  I look nothing like I did as a kid." I said.

He paused and took a really long drink from the cup of Coke.

"I moved here two weeks ago.  Rich lives across the street.  He saw me
smoking outside and sneaked over to get one away from his parents.  He
asked a lot of questions and I told him I just moved in.  When I told
him what school I came from, he mentioned the "Johnson Twins" came
from the same area.  He gossiped like a girl about you guys along with
other people he doesn't like.  So, I knew about you being here before
you ever saw me."

With that said, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the elastic of
his shorts and pulled a lighter from his pocket.  He opened the door
and stood outside to light it. I ate the last of the French Fries as
he savored his cigarette.  JJ stepped back inside after tossing the
cigarette butt on the ground and stepping on it.  He started talking
again after he shut the door.

"So, when I saw you that first day...I didn't recognize you really.  But
Rich whispered something snide about you and I just blurted out
C-C-C-Cut..."

"Shut up!" I said.

"I'm not teasing you now...just telling you what happened."

"And why does he have a problem with me?  I don't even know him that well."

"He said you and your brother are hotshot track stars.  He said his
girlfriend broke up with him because she had the hots for you."

I tried to think of who he was talking about.  I didn't know Rich had
a girlfriend nor did I pay any attention to the gossipy girls that
flirted with me now and then.

"I don't know who the fuck he's talking about," I said.  "You never
answered my first question."

"Gay, and totally closeted.  I have no interest in pussy at all.  I
mean you can stick a tits or pussy pic right in front of my face and
my dick doesn't twitch in the least.  I take a look at a butt like
yours and I'm leaking like a faucet."

His comment made me feel really good--and horny.

"I'm a hundred percent gay...zero interest in girls for sure." I told
him.  "I think about sex most of the day and stay horny constantly." I
told him.  "

I slid my hand on his leg.

"I don't regret kissing you...it was just an impulse and I did it.  I
don't know if I even like you as a person." I admitted.

He looked at me with those sad brown eyes again.

"Can I kiss you now?" I asked.

"Dude...we're in public.  Someone's grandma is right next to us." He said.

"I don't care..."

He just sat there and didn't say yes or no...so I moved over the middle
console and pulled his face to mine and we kissed for nearly thirty
seconds.

"Whoa man...you're intense." He said.

I looked over next to us and the two old ladies parked next to us were
shocked--one had her hand over her mouth.  Just out of their view, I
felt his crotch and found a rock hard dick.

"Is anyone home at your place?" I asked.

"No, but I don't think that's a good idea...it's really a dump."

"I don't care about shit like that..." I pleaded.  "I live in a god damn
trailer, dude."

"Okay...I warned you."

- - -

With less than two hours left before I had to be at work, I drove us
back to his place.  I parked on the street because there were fallen
tree branches on his gravel driveway. It wasn't until we got nearer to
the front door that I could see there was a light on inside. The
window was covered in aluminum foil with a small part of it pulled
away to expose the light.  He pulled out a key and twisted it in the
door knob.  With some jerking and wiggling, it finally clicked and we
entered the house.

A smell of dank wood and mustiness filled my nose.  Only a small light
in the kitchen was on.  As we walked across the old wood floor, it
creaked and felt uneven in many places.  I could hardly see the
furniture, but it looked decades old.  Then we turned into a small
hall and passed the bathroom.  A small night light was plugged in was
reflected in the side of the toilet.  I could hear water dripping from
a faucet.  We stopped in the dark hall at his room and he turned on
the light as we entered.  My eyes strained from the sudden glare.

His bed was a single mattress on the floor.  Next to that was a closet
without a door.  About five or six shirts hung there with a small
stack of underwear on the shelf above it.  On the floor was a small
boom box from the 80's and a stack of tattered paperback books.  The
cracked and yellowed light fixture above us made everything in the
room look the same color.  The windows were covered with mangled, old
mini-blinds.

"Welcome to my house...ain't it just beautiful?"

I ignored his comments and pulled him to me.  My arms went around him
and my hands slid into the back of his shorts.  I felt a slightly
hairy butt.  Our lips met and I closed my eyes.  He hungrily kissed me
and my dick quickly fully hardened.  My hand pushed his elastic down
further until the shorts dropped to the floor.  His left hand moved
between us and grabbed my dick through fabric.

"Of fuck!" he cooed.

I tried to pull his shirt off and he held onto it.

"I'm fat dude!" he said.

"You got a belly...but I don't care.  Get naked!"

He hesitantly pulled his shirt off.  I quickly stripped and he stepped
out of his shorts.  Then we were both in nothing but socks.  I pulled
his hand and led him to his bed on the floor.  We lay on the cool
sheets on our sides and kissed some more.  I saw the digital clock
sitting on the floor and realized our time was limited, so I made my
move.

I nudged him to lie on his back.  I sat on top of him and straddled
his waist. His dick pressed against my crack.  I bent over and kissed
all over his chest.  His was fuzzier than I expected--I hadn't
actually seen him strip in the locker room ever.  I preferred smooth
guys (except for legs and arm pits), but he had hair in just the right
places.  My hands followed the dark strands of hair down his stomach
and to his full bush.  He moaned as I sucked his nipples one at a
time.

I had no time to explore his entire body, so I moved my head down to
his dick and sucked it all the way in.  It wasn't huge, but it was
nice.  It was uncut and the foreskin was rolled up around the head of
his dick until I pulled it down.  His foreskin put Antonio's to shame.
When I put my lips against his cock, I was able to suck a piece of the
overhang into my lips before going down.  After deep-throating him for
several minutes, I looked up and his hands were behind his head
resting on the pillow.

I pulled down the foreskin all the way and it smelled slightly fishy
or cheesy.  I let it roll up and flicked it with my tongue.  To
complete the job, I began pumping my mouth up and down on his dick
with tight suction and played with his ball sac.  He lasted no more
than two minutes after the fast sucking began.  His cum stream shot
against the roof of my mouth in several strong spurts.  I was amazed
at the amount of cum he produced.  I savored the flavor before I
swallowed it in a single gulp.  I moved up and kissed him softly.  He
pulled me tightly against his chest and belly and rolled over on me.

"That was fantastic.  I don't deserve it."

"Just enjoy it," I told him.

We lay there in each others arms until I felt very sleepy.

"You want me to call in sick at work and spend the night here?" I asked.

"I'd love that, but you wouldn't want to be here when my mom gets home."

His last sentence sounded almost hateful.

"Can I see you tomorrow night?" I asked.

"I don't know man...maybe.  It might be better to meet you out."

"Okay, that works.  When and where?  I work nights on the weekend, but
I'll come over anytime otherwise."

"How about the same time you came tonight?" he asked.

"That's cool..."

"Okay, then meet me at the Stop N' Go on Jackson.  You know where that is?"

"Yeah...it's a deal."

We kissed again and I had to force myself to get up and dress.  He'd
quickly put his shirt and shorts on again.  His self consciousness was
cute.  I patted him on the ass and told him I'd see him tomorrow.

- - -

At work, I was in a glorious mood.  One dude asked me if I'd just
gotten laid.  To me, I felt like I had.  I worked energetically all
night and felt on top of the world.  When my shift ended, I went home
to give Jeff the car.  Once home, I ate, jacked off, and went to
sleep.  I slept perfectly.

After waking up, I snacked on leftovers and watched TV.  Dad had gone
out and didn't leave a note or anything.  Jeff had returned during the
day and was sleeping on the couch when I was getting ready to leave.
I tried keep from waking him up and quietly left.  I didn't want to
explain why I was leaving so early.  I woke up relaxed, but as the
time got closer to seeing JJ again, I became anxious.  I hoped to suck
his dick again.  At seven o'clock, I was on the road speeding to our
meeting location.

- - -

I waited and waited.  I was sure it was just taking him a long time to
walk there.  After twenty minutes, I went inside the store and got us
each a fountain drink.  After forty five minutes of justifying his
tardiness with all kinds of excuses in my head, I left the parking lot
of Stop N' Go.  I decided to drop by his house and just knock on the
door.  Surely, his parents wouldn't object to a friend just stopping
by.

I drove the two blocks and parked at the curb in front of his house.
I got out and slowly walked in the dark up to the door.  Just as I was
about two yards away from stepping on the porch, I heard a woman
yelling at the top of her lungs.

"You stupid fucker!  Why can't you do anything right?" a woman screamed.

"Mom, it ain't my fault!  The door just broke...it's so old!" JJ shouted.

"You fucking idiot, now we don't have a god damned refrigerator.  You
look as dumb as you are!"

That was followed by horrible laughter.

"Just go to your room and get out of my face!"

I heard the wooden floor creaking from outside as he stomped off to
another part of the house.  Then I heard footsteps coming toward the
door, so I ducked into the bushes.  The door opened and I could see
her silhouette just barely.  She began talking to someone on a cell
phone.

"Where the fuck are you?  First my retarded son breaks our
refrigerator and then you don't show up with my shit!  Get over here
now."

Then her mood turned 360 degrees.

"I'll wear those panties you like!  I know you like it when I do that
thing with my tongue."

She was trying to talk sexy suddenly but it sounded gross with her
cackling in between.  She went back inside after she hung up and I
hauled ass to my car.  I looked back at the dismal house and my heart
sank.

To be continued...

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