Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2013 04:13:21 -0600
From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: My Twisted Boyfriend Pt 1

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My Twisted Boyfriend (sequel to Twisted Next Door Neighbors)

(Fiction, teen/college romance, incest)

Note: There isn't much of any background info. here if you have not
already read "My Twisted Next Door Neighbors".

As an eighteen year old just out of high school, I was enjoying not
having to go to school every day as summer began.  Instead, I was
enjoying working at my new job in a garage repairing cars in a rural,
but quickly growing town.  I was living at home and not having to pay
anything but my own expenses and food.  I was sure mom would
eventually ask for help with some of the bills.  In the meantime, I
was saving my extra money for a paint job for the car I had been
restoring.

My car was my pride and joy.  Inside it was clean, restored, and
amazing.  The engine ran great.  However, the outside was still damn
ugly.  I had replaced all of the damaged parts, but the doors were
different colors than the rest of the car.  Rusted or scratched
sections had been covered in primer.  Those areas needed to be filled
in and buffed, then painted.  It was going to cost a fortune for a
really good paint job.

Dean was leaving for college at the end of the summer.   We spent a
lot of time together in the evenings after work.  We went dancing with
our friend Miranda at lot at clubs in Dallas that allowed eighteen
year olds inside—both gay and straight clubs.  Other nights were spent
watching TV with his family.  Dean displayed a lot more affection with
me and had been much more attentive after we cleared that huge
misunderstanding just before high school graduation.  We had a lot of
great sex those first few weeks after graduation.  However, with him I
could never expect for things to remain normal for too long.

It's a good thing we couldn't drink out at the clubs, getting up for
work was hard enough after staying out so late.  I tried to limit all
night partying to a couple of times a week during my days off.  If I
didn't go out with Dean, I'd see him somehow during the day.  He's
pick a random day and show up at my work to take me to lunch.  On one
such day just before Fourth of July Weekend, he was especially frisky.
 He drove up at one o'clock in the afternoon to pick me up to grab
some burgers.  I was helping one of the guys with tightening some
bolts when he drove up.  I waved to signal that I saw him.  After the
part was attached to the motor, I wiped my hands off.  I excitedly
walked out to his car and hopped in.

"Fuck man, you look so sexy in that uniform," he said as he put the
car in reverse to back out.

"Oh yeah?" I replied.

He looked sexy himself in a white wifebeater and bright yellow shorts
(with flip flops of course).

"Yeah...if one of these days they allow you to close the place by
yourself in the evening, you better sneak me in there and fuck me over
the open hood of a car.  I'll be naked with your greasy rough hands
all over me while you bang me hard!"

I got a woody as he relayed his fantasy to me.  I rubbed my crotch
which was covered by my jeans and a pair of coveralls.  Under the
coveralls, I also wore a uniform shirt with the name of the garage on
the back of it.  I usually didn't go out with the coveralls on, but I
was too hungry to take time to ditch them.

"That would be hot, dude!" I said.  "Where are we going?"

"There's that new taco place on Main Street," he suggested.

"I was kind of hungry for a burger," I said.

Unfortunately, my favorite burger joint was the one where Dean was
attacked by Jason.  Dean wouldn't ever go back there—he hated working
there before that incident anyway.

"I don't wanna go there, man.  You know that place still creeps me out."

He drove on down the road to the new taco place.

"Miranda said she saw Jason getting out of a plumbing truck in town.
She said he looked so different that she barely recognized him.
Didn't her cunt friend Lucy date him once—or so Miranda thought?
Serves him right to be a lowly toilet unclogger...sorry bastard.  I'm
sorry you didn't kill him when you beat the shit out of him."

He said the latter very hatefully.  I felt even guiltier for having
sex with Jason, but Dean didn't know how sorry Jason was or how he was
struggling to change his life.  I tried to change the topic.

"So what's so good about this new place?" I asked.

"They make them like Mexican street tacos.  Dad took Curt and Jeff
there and they loved it."

He was referring to his teen twin brothers who were once ungodly
brats.  Recently, they had matured a bit and were growing fast in
height.  In fact, approaching fifteen years off age, they looked like
they were sixteen already and were prominently taking on their dad's
features.  The dressed differently than each other--becoming
individuals.  They were hot as fuck.

"Okay, shit then, let's try it."

He turned toward me and grinned.  The gap in his teeth was so sexy and
his eyes shined.  We drove into the parking lot and pulled into a
space.  When we got out, I went ahead and unzipped the coveralls and
stepped out of them.  I was getting hot in them.  He looked at me as I
did it and licked his lips.  I tossed them in the floor of the car and
we walked on inside.

There weren't many people left, but the tables were all a mess as if
they had just finished a lunch rush.  One girl was scrambling around
clearing tables and wiping them down I ordered some pork tacos and a
Coke.  Dean got three different types of tacos.  We were amazed by the
salsa bar with its many varieties as well as the sliced limes,
jalapenos, cilantro, etc.  My tacos ended up being so good, I went
back and got three more.

"I don't know where you put it all dude!" Dean teased after I was done
and was rubbing my full belly.  "And you don't ever gain any fat!"

"That's because I work out every day...like you USED to."

"Hey bitch, I still go jogging with you, but I don't kill myself with
all those other exercises like when I met you.  I had set up my
homemade gym to lose weight."

"These days you need to gain weight instead!" I joked.

As I drank the rest of my Coke, I told him I had to piss.  He said he
had to go as well.  We walked over to the restroom and I opened the
door to enter it.  I noticed it was a single person restroom instead
of one with multiple urinals and stalls.  I stepped in and before I
could turn around to lock the door, Dean pushed me all the way in and
followed.  He immediately locked the door behind him.

"This is perfect for a quickie!" he laughed and started trying to undo
my zipper and belt.

"Dude, we'll get busted here!" I panicked.

"Chill man, no one saw us come in.  Why do you wear this fucking big
ass belt buckle still?"

I gave in and let him undo my pants.  He pulled them down, underwear
and all, until they were at my feet.  He kicked his flip flops off
pulled his shorts off.  I pulled his shirt off over his head.  Then he
was naked on his knees on the nasty bathroom floor giving me good
head.  I leaned against the wall and held onto the handicap rail for
support.  His warm mouth felt so good sucking my dick.  However,
instead of giving me steady head, he pulled off and slobbered all over
my cock and balls.  He spit several times on the head.  Suddenly, he
stood up and turned around.  He spread his cheeks wide open with each
hand and bent over.

"Fuck me babe!" he said in a low, sexy whisper.

My animal urges took over and I grabbed his slim waist and rammed my
cock inside.  Having just spit on my cock, I should have hit more
resistance, but I slide in immediately.  He was already lubed with
something greasy!

"Dude, you planned this!"

"And you fell for it!" he groaned as I banged him hard.

Whether he planned it or not, it was hot as hell fucking him in a
public restroom with folks all around just outside the door.  I looked
over in the small mirror on the wall and saw the sideways image of me
fucking Dean there in the fast food bathroom.  The image was all I
needed—it was like watching a porno.  I started shooting my load spurt
after spurt into his warm, wet hole.

"Phew!" I said after I was done.

I immediately got nervous and pulled up my pants in a hurry...I didn't
even clean up my dick.  I could feel a drip of sweat falling out of my
bangs.  I started washing my hands when someone turned the door knob
and I jumped.

"In a minute!" Dean yelled sounding pissed off.

"Sorry!" yelled some guy from the other side.

"Dude, can you go tell them there's no toilet paper!" Dean yelled
again to the person on the other side of the door.

"Uh, sure..." mumbled the guy again.

After I assumed that the dude outside the door was gone, I stepped
out.  At the same time, Dean pulled the roll of toilet paper from the
holder and tossed it in the big trash can.   Just as I was totally out
and the door was shut, an employee came around the corner looking
irritated and was holding a bundle of toilet tissue rolls.  Just
before the employee knocked on the door, Dean burst out of the
bathroom.

"It's about time!  I had to wash my ass in the sink!" he lied and
walked on nonchalantly.

I followed him out the door and once we were outside we started
cracking up laughing.  As we got into his car, I was nearly in tears.

"You goofy fucker!" I laughed.

He just shrugged.  Needless to say, I was in a great mood after I
returned to work.  The afternoon fuck gave me a high that lasted
through the day.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Debra look at me
with one eyebrow raised when I was singing to myself.

I drove to Houston and spent the July 4th weekend with my dad and
sisters.  With no emotional drama going on in my life (at the time), I
was able to enjoy it all and had a blast.  My three step-sisters had
begun to feel like real sisters.  I think the mutual feeling began
after I moved away from them.  My little twin half-sisters were
running around everywhere and I found them very amusing.  The other
three were a year apart in age, but the oldest was acting very grown
up now.

Just after graduation, my oldest step-sister (nick-named Annie) had
outright asked me on the phone if I was gay.  I went ahead and told
her yes.  Despite all the commotion, she had not missed me kissing
Dean at the graduation.  Of course, that confession filtered to the
other two sisters quickly.  But instead of being ostracized by them, I
seemed to be "cooler" to them.  They embraced it and started openly
talking to me about guys!  Annie would roll her eyes and tell them to
shut up, but as soon as the other two left, she was telling all her
own guy problems.  She had even told some of her own gal pals at
school about me.  I supposed she felt more worldly having a gay
brother.

The entire family and I went to the lake for an evening picnic.  It
was going to bee followed by fireworks.  Our picnic table was concrete
and had a small shelter built over it, but it was still blazing hot.
I went shirtless the entire time trying to stay cool.  I had began to
enjoy going shirtless in busy places anyway.  I learned I loved
showing off my body.  I had gained much more self confidence over the
last two years.  As I helped dad grill our burgers, I glanced over at
the next picnic table to see a few Latino dudes and their wives.
Bratty kids ran all around them.  All three men were hot looking and
shirtless like me.  As I was staring one of them down, he turned back
and looked right at me.  Busted!

My dick hardened in my denim shorts.  What a bad time to get a boner!
I heard a sizzle and saw one of the hamburger patties flaming up, so I
flipped it quickly.  I heard one of the twins screech behind me as a
bee flew over her and I was distracted from my sexual thoughts.
Eventually, I finished the last of the burgers and took them to the
table.  Sweat dripped down my back.  Everyone started to fix their own
burgers by grabbing condiments, buns, chips, etc.  I couldn't wait to
sink my teeth in a burger.

As we ate our food, my eyes kept drifting over to those guys.  For
some reason, knowing they were "dads" made them even hotter.  Their
wives were bossy and talked sharply to them like a bunch of bitchy
hens.  I wondered why hot men like them settled down with those
bitches.  They deserved someone who appreciated their hotness.  I
started to wonder where the public bathroom was so I could go beat
off.

I never did go beat off.  Dad had followed me to the restroom where we
both took a piss and quickly headed back.  By then, it was nearing
dusk and we were waiting for the fireworks to start.  Mosquitoes were
bad and we were constantly spraying on repellent.  I'd finally stopped
obsessively looking at those hot guys when it got too dark to see
them.  Finally, the fireworks began and I sat there enjoying my little
sisters marveling at the fireworks.  I let them take turns sitting on
my shoulders so they could see better over the trees that lined the
shore.

We drove home to my dad's home.  We were exhausted, but happy.  I
spent the night on the couch and slept well until the twins woke up.
I relaxed hanging out with dad most of the day.  Eventually, I left in
the early evening—I wanted to drive at night when it was cooler.  As I
was leaving, the twins were clinging to me as I tried to walk out the
door.  After detaching them, my other three sisters crowded around me
talking constantly over each other.  I drove off feeling very loved.
As I got on the interstate highway, my cell buzzed.  It was Dean.

"Hey babe," he said in his sexy deep voice. "You having a good time?"

I told him about the whole weekend and began feeling horny hearing his
voice as our conversation went on.  I held my phone with my shoulder
next to my ear and pushed the elastic of my baggy shorts under my nut
sack...exposing my hard dick.  I drove with my knee holding the wheel
and started masturbating.  It was almost dark outside and no cars were
close to me.

"You know what I'm doing right now?" I asked him.

"Jacking off?" he asked.

"How did you know?" I laughed.

"I think I've created a monster," he said.  "But if I were with you,
one or both of us would be driving naked."

I told him, "The minute I get home I wanna stick my tongue as far up
your ass as it will go!"

That began nearly thirty minutes of sexy talk on the phone while
driving in the dark.  I dealt him some nasty verbal until I finally
heard him groaning and shooting his load.  I told him goodbye and hung
up, but immediately pulled over and shot a load onto my rubber mat.  I
shook off the excess cum and licked my fingers clean.  I left the cum
on the mat to dry on top of the previously laid cum dumps (from all
those winter night drives).  Now tired, I drove the remaining four
hours home in a hurry.  When I finally got home, I ended up just
laying down on my bed and falling asleep until the alarm on my phone
went off the next morning.

- - -

A couple of more weeks passed and half the summer was gone.  I began
to be more conscious of the precious time left before Dean was moving
away to live in a college dorm.  Between the small scholarship he
qualified for and with money given to him by his real dad's family, he
was set financially for the first year.  He would be applying for an
on-campus job to help cover other expenses.  I continued to work hard
and save up my money.

July ended and temperatures rose.  It was already one of our hottest
summers on record.  The fields around us were brown and dying.  The
local lake shore levels were way down.  I saved all my jogging for
night time because of the intense daytime heat.  I spent very little
outside.  Thank god Debra's garage bays had huge fans all over.  I
wanted the heat to be over but summer ending meant Dean would be gone.

All over the area, construction was booming—many patches of land were
being bulldozed and new neighborhoods were going up.  The land behind
us was now fully filled with new homes.  Construction for a new
elementary school a few miles away began.  In town, new shopping
strips were popping up all over, especially beside the area where a
future mall was to be built.  When I drove into work every day, there
were new things in town to see.  Although we sneaked around at night,
gone were the days of walking around totally naked in Dean's yard.

A week before Dean was to leave, Debra called me into the office and
handed me a business card.

"You might wanna check that out.  It's the best automotive mechanic
school in the area.  I'm sure they have evening classes if you're
interested," she said.

I wasn't sure what the gesture meant.

"Am I doing that bad?"

She laughed her country, drawn out laugh.

"Dave, I'm suggesting it because you're so good.  You're a fast
learner.  You don't need to work here for years to learn more when you
could go a technical school and learn faster.  Then after you finish,
you can still work here or even at a dealer.  I don't doubt your
ability at all."

I was beaming with pride after her compliment.  On the other hand, any
kind of school was the last place I wanted to be.  Still, I promised
to check it out.  I drove home and walked over to Dean's.  After Dean
let me in, I was surprised to walk into his house and find everything
in even a bigger disarray than usual.

"What the fuck?" I asked.

"I'm cleaning out my room and packing things to take to college."

There were three huge trash bags in the living room full of junk to be
trashed.  There were a few boxes without tops containing blankets and
knickknacks that he was taking with him.  In the hallway there were
clear storage containers full of the clothes he was taking.  I noticed
none of the gray and black clothes were included.

"You don't leave for another two weeks," I said.

"I know...I just don't want to have to fuck with any of this shit at
the last minute."

I found that statement amusing coming from the king of procrastination.

"Come on back."

I followed him back to his room.  As we passed the closed door of the
twins' bedroom, I could hear a bed squeaking and one of them moaning.

"Sounds like those horny fuckers are at it again," he said.

I felt my dick getting hard from just hearing those sexual sounds.  I
kind of wanted to go in there and watch, but Dean seemed to be urging
me to follow him.  He opened the door to his bedroom and closed the
door after turning the light on.

"I've never shown you this.  Go ahead."

He handed me a spiral notebook.  It wasn't the one that I'd secretly
looked through before.  This one seemed to be newer.  I opened up to
find several sketches of body parts.  The first several were of a
penis...some erect and some limp.  His drawing had really improved since
the first sketches I had seen.

"Look familiar?" he asked.

I just shrugged my shoulders.

"It's your cock of course!  Most of them I drew from memory.  Some
when you were lying here sleeping."

The detail was very concise.  I noticed the small mole that I have
just next to my nut sack where it's attached to my inner leg.  I
flipped other pages to find sketches of my ass, chest, hands, and a
couple of my face.

"These are very good, dude." I said.

I kept flipping through and came to some poems.  Some were very sexual
and nasty while others were very romantic.

"You blow my mind!" I said.

I put the notebook down and pulled him down next to me on the bed.  I
kicked the sheet and bedspread to the floor.  He rolled onto his back
and I slid on top of him.  We started making out.  I ran my fingers
through his hair.  I still wasn't used to it being so much shorter.

"I love the weight of your body on top of me," he said softly. "I'm
gonna miss it."

That line from him turned the romantic moment into a depressing one
for me.  I loved feeling his warm body underneath me, but I rolled
over and stared at the wall.  We had already discussed pros and cons
of a long distance relationship, but I simply didn't want to think
about it.  I felt his hand slide up the back of my shirt.  He didn't
say anything.  I moved away from him and stood up.

"I need to get home and eat dinner.  I'm starving." I lied.

"Okay, but come over later," he said.

I just kissed him on the check and walked back home.  I never told him
about the idea of going to a trade school and the automobile mechanic
course stuff.  I went home, stripped in my room, and went to sleep.

- - -

The Friday before Dean left my mood was melancholic.  I'd asked him to
bring his car in for a tune up so I wouldn't worry about it while he
was away (he didn't take care of his like I did mine).  He just put
gas in it and drove it and never did any regular maintenance to it.
He brought it in that morning, but acted strangely.  When I dragged
him to meet my boss, Debra, he was a little standoffish.  I let him
take my car back home because he had no ride otherwise.  He told me
that his dad and brothers were driving in the truck to his college in
the afternoon of the following day.  They were going to help him
unpack and then head back home.

When I got home from work, I went inside and made a sandwich and
talked to mom for a bit.  After I changed clothes, I walked to Dean's
to exchange keys and hang out for our last evening together for
awhile.  I noticed that Jim's truck was there.  I supposed he took the
night off to sleep before helping Dean move.  I knocked on the door
and it took forever for someone to come to the door.  Jeff came to the
door naked looking like he'd been asleep.  I noticed there was dried
jizz in his pubes.

"Dean's asleep, Dave.  You wanna hang with me?" he said with a wink.

I smiled and told him I just needed my keys.  He looked around the
room and saw them on top of the coffee table.  He tossed them to me.
I tossed Dean's keys back to him.

"Tell him I'll stop by before he leaves."

"Okay," Jeff answered.

As I walked away from his door and turned the corner, I saw Jeff
stroking his cock with the door ajar.  For once, I actually wasn't in
the mood for sex.  I went home and watched TV while feeling "the
blues".  I was kind of pissed that Dean didn't wake up to visit with
me.  However, it wouldn't be the first time he'd been rude and not
realized it.  I fell asleep watching ESPN's sports highlights of the
week.

- - -

I woke up Saturday morning with a "crick in the neck".  I didn't have
to be at work until ten thirty a.m., but I wasn't able to sleep late.
I decided to go next door and help Dean load up stuff for his move.  I
was sure that he'd left that until the last minute.  I was shocked to
go outside and see both the truck and his car gone.  I knocked on the
door and no one came.  I banged on a couple of windows thinking the
twins were home—nothing.  I went home and texted him asking, "Where
are you."  No reply came.

My stomach was in knots.  How could he leave without saying goodbye?
I didn't eat breakfast.  Instead, I stared at the ceiling laying on my
bed with my uniform on until it was time to go...waiting to hear the
beep of an incoming text—nothing.  I drove on into work mad with my
neck sore as hell.  I was in a piss-poor mood.

As I drove into town, I noticed a ton of emergency vehicles and police
cars by the bank.  I figured there had been a robbery.  But as I drove
around the curve, I saw they were at the motel next to it.  It was the
old motel where I slept with Jason.   Out of curiosity, I drove as
close to it as I could.  I peered through the crowd of cars and people
and saw Jason's door was open with a stretcher coming out—with a body
bag!

My mouth went dry.  Could it be Jason really?  That would be too
weird.  I figured he'd moved out by now and was probably living back
at home.  Before I drove completely away, I stopped and rolled down my
window and yelled to a dude standing at the curb.

"What happened?" I asked him.

He walked to my window.

"They found some dude dead!" he said.

"Thanks!" I yelled.

I pulled over into the parking lot of Jiffy Lube to see if any of the
guys there knew what was going on.  Just as I did, one of my former
coworkers walked out to my car.

"Hey man, they found that guy you beat up dead!"

"What?" I said pretending to have no clue.

"Yeah..."

Just then their asshole manager stepped out with his hands on his hips
and my buddy went running back to the garage bay.   I looked back at
the manager and flipped him off before I drove out with my tires
squealing.  I was so glad I didn't work with that prick anymore.

"Jason...dead?" I thought.

It was too weird to imagine.  Once I got to work I didn't dwell on the
news of Jason, but I felt distracted all day.  I began to wonder if I
would be questioned about his death because I had beat the shit out of
him before.  I remembered the hatred in Dean's voice when he said I
should have killed Jason when I was beating him.  Then again, Jason
could have gone back to drugs and overdosed.

When I finally got to work, the garage was buzzing with the news of
Jason.  No one knew him directly but one of the mechanics was a friend
of a friend of Jason's and remembered he had been a popular football
player at the neighboring high school.  I tried to ignore them all and
asked what I needed to work on.  Debra was off and it was just me and
the guys.  No one answered me so I went into the office and pulled the
next open work order off a clipboard.

My neck really hurt from sleeping awkwardly on it.  I had to turn my
whole body around to look behind me.  I started working on one of the
cars on my own.  They guys finally stopped chattering and got to work.
 The day dragged on and I kept looking at my phone for messages.  I
was really hurt over it.  No messages came.

Finally, four o'clock came and my shift was over.  I clocked out and
disappeared without saying a word to anyone.  I drove home quickly and
filled mom's huge tub full of hot water to soak in.  I didn't expect
her home for another hour.  Just when I felt halfway relaxed, I heard
my phone ring in the living room.  I jumped out of the tub and banged
my kneed hard trying to get out.  Just as I got to my phone, it
stopped ringing.  Wet and pissed, I plopped down on the couch in
exhaustion.  It started ringing again.  I didn't recognize the number.

"Hello," I said.

"Hey dude, it's me.  I'm on Dad's phone.   Curt, the fuckin' klutz,
was acting stupid and smashed my phone while horsing around last
night."

"Why did you leave so early?  You didn't even let me kiss you goodbye." I said.

"It would have been too sentimental.  I don't like goodbyes...and this
isn't goodbye."

I just sat there getting my breath back and rubbing my knee.

"Were you jacking off?  I hear you huffin'."

"No, I just killed myself running to get the damn phone."

"Poor baby," he teased.  "To make sure you're okay while I'm gone, I
told my brothers and dad to take care of you.  I know my brothers were
thrilled at that.  Have at `em.  I know you're heart is mine.  They'll
just keep you from being too horny."

"Oh yeah?" I asked while getting an erection.

"Yeah...plus I plan to jack for you all the time on my web cam."

"Awesome," I laughed.

"How was your day otherwise?"

"It was a rough one...oh and some weird news.  I passed a lot of police
cars on the way to work.  Jason was found dead in his hotel room.  I
haven't heard any details about it."

Only silence followed.  Not a word.  I kept waiting for his
reaction...any reaction.  He never said anything, so I spoke.

"Well, my day sucked until I heard from you."

I heard his sexy laugh.

"Good babe.  I gotta go now and help them move my shit into my crappy
little dorm room.  Love you."

"I love you, too..." I said.

It was so awesome to hear him say that.  Every time I heard it, I
cherished it.  The line went silent and he was gone.  I limped back to
the bathroom and pulled the drain out of the tub.  Just then I got a
text from Jim's phone.  It was a short note that said, "Check the back
door mat."  I dried off walked naked to the back door.  I pushed it
outward without opening it all the way and lifted the mat to find a
Ziploc bag.  It contained two Vicodin and a joint.  I quickly grabbed
it and shut the door in case my mom drove up.  I chose the Vicodin and
washed it down with a cold can of Coke.  There was a small handwritten
note that said, "For when you need to chill."

I lay on my bed naked and lightly stroked my cock.  Who would I call
on first--Jim, Curt, or Jeff?

To be continued...


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