Date: Thu, 25 Apr 2013 18:50:32 -0500
From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: My Twisted Boyfriend (sequel to Twisted Next Door Neighbors) PT 10

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My Twisted Boyfriend (sequel to Twisted Next Door Neighbors) PT 10

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

After unintentionally busting up mom's visit with her new boyfriend, I took
my bucket of fried chicken to my bedroom along with a couple of cans of
Coke.  I was respectful to her date, Alex, but avoided any kind of
conversation with him by telling them both that I was starving and would be
in my room.  As I ate my food, I heard them talking and laughing.  Half of
me was happy for mom to see her in good spirits.  Who was I to dog her for
needing companionship?

On the other hand, something struck me about the guy she was with that gave
me bad vibes.  He as about my dad's age, was nice looking, seemed friendly.
He had sort of a cowboy look to him.  I couldn't put my finger on it, but
there was something about him that didn't seem genuine.

In my room I ate until my belly was stuffed.  By the time I was about to
take the leftover pieces to the fridge, I heard him leaving.  I'd already
put the food up after mom walked back inside after seeing him off.

"He seems like a nice guy," I said.

"We have a lot of fun," she said with a smile.

"Why did you hide him for so long?" I asked.

"Come on...don't give me a hard time.  I just wanted to make he was gonna
work out before introducing you to him.  I just didn't expect you home so
soon."

"Yeah, sure!"

"Oh, come on now!" she laughed.

We really didn't talk much about him after that.  I went on to my bedroom
and surfed the internet while my full belly settled.  I noticed my pants
were too tight in the waist.  I thought it was just because I'd eaten such
a large meal.  I pulled off my pants for relief and my belly stuck out.  I
walked over to the bathroom sink and the small mirrored sliding doors to
the cabinet allowed me to see part of my waist.  My previously flat belly
was poking out!

During the week, Dean called me a few times.  He bitched a lot about his
filthy, asshole dorm mate.  He hated the dorm room itself.  He was going to
be working in the library again a few evenings out of the week.  He asked
me to drive down to see him after work the next day.  I agreed.  That
Saturday morning, I worked until five and then drove directly out of town
from the garage.  I was excited to see him.  As a surprise, I rented a
hotel room not far from his college for us to spend the night
together.  Driving
like a demon, I got there in just a little over three hours after work.

When I drove up and parked near his dorm, he texted me and asked me to meet
him in the library where he was working.  I thought he was going to be off
and at his dorm.  I got mixed up trying to find the library from where I
was parked and was irritable by the time I reached the front door.  I
walked on inside and made my way to the desk where he was supposed to be
sorting books.  The minute I saw him, my anger disappeared.

"Love your smile you sexy bitch!" he said quietly and winked.

He turned to face another girl behind the counter.

"Gina, I'm taking a break," he said.

She just shook her head and said nothing.  She looked so bored she was
practically in a coma.

"Sorry babe, I traded around with a guy to have off tomorrow.  I just gotta
work until the library closes."

"Okay, well I gotta kill half an hour then?"

"Yeah," he said.

He went back to the counter and he and the girl continued to sort books on
carts.  She continued to look emotionless.  He seemed to be enjoying
himself as I watched from afar.  I walked throughout the library and
checked out some car and sports magazines.  I looked for magazines with men
in them like exercise or men's health magazines (for the pictures) but
found nothing interesting.  I walked around some more and saw many fine
guys all over.  All the eye candy was making me horny.  I couldn't wait to
be with Dean later.  I was in the mood to get fucked hard.

There was a cute, clean cut Latino dude in the corner with some chunk girl
that was all over him.  There was a tall, lanky dude in Western jeans who
reminded me of the singer Beck.  There were two gorgeous black guys
studying at a table full of books.  A red haired guy with a nice body but
effeminate stance passed by me and winked.  He wasn't my type but his butt
was round and tight in his tan corduroys.  A rough looking, way older white
guy was pushing a vacuum cleaner to the elevator.  Fuck, I was so horny!  I
couldn't stop checking out all the hot guys.

Finally nine o'clock rolled around and the library was closing.  I waited
by the front door and soon Dean and his bored co-worker walked out.  He
came up next to me and quickly kissed me on the back of my neck.  It was
kind of a ballsy move to make with a lot of tough looking guys around, but
no one bothered us or said anything.  It was dark out, but there was a lot
of foot traffic.

As we got to my car, he spoke.

"So what are our plans?"

"Dinner and then you're fuckin' me!" I said.

He grinned big and showed the gap in his front teeth.

"Hot...we gonna fuck in your car on a back road some place?  Hey better yet,
let's find some slummy apartment complex and park there and get naked in
the back seat!"

"That's hot for next time, but I rented us a room."

"Oh nice!  I can fuck you good and then get a really good sleep after."

We drove to a Denny's Restaurant and had breakfast food even it was closer
to dinner time.  Once at the restaurant and after being seated, the
waitress took our orders.  He raised his eyebrow as I ordered several
things.

"Hold off chief, I don't know if I can eat that much," he said.

"That was for me...what do you want?"

He gave his order to the waitress and then she left.  We talked about our
week and how things were going for me at my school.  I got on a roll
telling him all about my first week at the trade school and how much I
liked it.

"You're sexy when you're excited!  I wish I could give you head right under
the table in front of everyone. "

I just smiled and kept on talking about my school and stuff.  He told me
about several cool new friends of his.  We talked on and on until the food
came.  I had not eaten since lunch and I was famished.  In the end, I ate
all my food and Dean just barely ate all of his.  After we were done
eating, we sat there in silence for moment.  I belched unexpectedly and we
started laughing.

"Damn bro!  You trying to rival my brothers or dad?" he joked.

After we finally got the tab, we took it to the cash register and paid for
our meal so we could leave.  The motel was just down the street.  Once we
got there, we got out of my car and hurried into the room.  Right after the
door was shut, he plopped his backpack and laptop onto a chair and
immediately stripped naked.  I began stripping but he told me to stop.

"I wanna fuck you in your uniform.  Keep it on.  You look especially
scruffy today."

He rubbed the back of his hand on my face.  I hadn't shaved in a couple of
days.

"Love it!" he said.

I reached over to my gym bag and pulled out the bottle of lube that I'd
stashed in there before leaving for work that morning and handed it to Dean.
He reached around from behind me and undid my belt buckle and unbuttoned
the fly of my pants.  I didn't have on any underwear (they were all dirty
that morning so I went commando).  He pulled my pants down just under my
butt and pushed me over to the motel room's desk.  I put my hands on it and
braced my upper body.  I had already told him I wanted a hard fuck, so I
was ready.

He roughly stuck lubed fingers up my hole to loosen it.  I felt the opening
of the lube bottle being pressed against my hole and he squeezed the bottle.
The extra air inside the bottle whooshed into my hole along with a bunch of
lube.   He placed the bottle on the desk and pushed his dick in with no
warning.  I flinched a little and my dick instantly hardened.  In one
movement, he was all the way in.  There was no foreplay other than him
kissing my neck.

Once he mounted me from behind, he started slamming me good.  Thinner than
me but taller, he was able to lean into me and pump my ass with his dick.  I
imagined how much it would hurt if it was Jim fucking me and had just
rammed into me the same way.  Don't get me wrong, Dean had a nice dick, but
not fat like Jim's.  Dean's dick was the perfect size...not a lot of girth,
but long.  When it was totally hard it had a slight curve arching upward.  The
curve of his cock allowed it to rub me just right up in my rectum.

It was hot having clothes on while he was totally naked.  In many of our
sex scenes, whomever was getting fucked was naked and the top was often
clothed...it was just as hot the other way around.  Now and then he reached
down and played with my dick or balls.  Most of the time they were slapping
against the Formica desk leaving a trail of precum when my dick pulled away.

I loved the pressure of his dick inside me pumping hard.  I never knew what
anyone was talking about regarding having their prostate stimulated and all
that stuff.  I just loved the sensation of the anal stimulation in general.
Off and on, he sucked on my earlobe or bit it.  His nose was often in my
hair sniffing through a day's worth of natural oils and likely odors from
the garage.  Despite the temperature, I always ended up sweating a lot
during sex.  I felt a drop going down my sideburn.  He licked it up.  His
hands were gripped on to the belt loops of my pants and kept on breeding me
with a fast and hard pace.

After about twenty minutes of us fucking without changing positions at all,
he grabbed the lube and squeezed a bunch into one hand.  Both of his long
arms circled my waist as both hands grabbed my dick and squeezed hard.  I
started fucking his hands like it was a fleshlight sex toy.  As I started
cumming, my knees buckled and I fell forward.  He kept me upright in his
arms.  His hands cupped over my piss slit and cock head as I began shooting
my jizz.

Once I was done, I straightened up.  He took both hands full of cum and
started rubbing them all over my mouth and goatee.  I greedily licked up my
cum from his hands.  He started bucking me harder and began shooting his
own load into my ass.  After he was done, he carefully pulled me backwards
with his dick never leaving my ass and we fell backwards onto the bed.

"Don't take it out!" I begged.

"I won't."

Under the light of the cheap motel lamp, he spooned me with his dick still
in my ass.  It never softened.  My pants were still on and were still
pulled up to my crotch in the front and under my butt in the back.  The
denim felt damp and sweaty.  I still had my work shoes on!  He hugged me
tightly and I sighed.

"Fuck, you so hot!" he said.

"You too, bud!"

Eventually, he pulled out with a pop noise from my hole.  I sat up and
stripped off my shirt and tee.  I threw my dirty t-shirt at him and he
pulled it to his nose (as always).  I playfully did a striptease as I
pulled off my shoes, socks, and jeans.  Once I was totally naked, we rolled
into bed together and he turned on the TV.  Once I'd cooled down totally, I
felt a little frisky again.  I moved under the covers and pulled his cheeks
apart.  I ate his succulent butthole for quite a while.  Neither of us
jacked off again, but it was still very erotic just messing around after
the fuck.  When I came back out of the covers, my stubble all around my
mouth smelled like his dank crack.  I loved it.

After the ass eating session, the last thing I remember was reruns of Andy
Griffith coming on.

- - -

Sunday morning, we slept until nearly eleven.  I tried to stir him awake
and he just rolled over.

"We gotta check out soon," I warned.

"I don't want to go back to my dorm room.  Let's drive around or something
all day.  I don't want to deal with Walter."

I found out from our discussion the night before that his roommate's name
was "Walter" but went by "Walt."  He hated his full name but Dean made sure
to call him Walter every time.  He said Walt didn't bathe and was
disgusting in general, yet he always talked about pussy and was conspiring
on how to get it.  Dean had made no effort to cover up he was gay on
purpose.  Walt often looked at him with disdain.

"If you leave early, I'll find another place to hang or study like the park
or library.  I don't want to hear him eating a solid bag of Cheetos in one
sitting followed by constant burps."

Dean got more serious.

"There's more than I've told you.  I've heard him talking to other guys in
the common rooms telling them all he's rooming with a "an ass bandit" or
"butt pirate", etc.  I'm referred to as other names by him too.  Other
people have told me second hand the same thing.  No one likes him
anyway...he's dogging me at every turn.  Even though he's an ass, I've had
some of the rough times look at me weird probably because of him.  Don't
worry...I find secret ways to irritate him."

"What an asshole!" I said.  "Why don't you make a formal complaint?"

He yawned and stretched.

"They don't give a shit," he said.  "Let's get out of here,"

We took a shower together and then packed up our clothes.  After checking
out, we drove out to the local lake but when we got there it was windy as
hell.  We found a catfish restaurant and ordered lunch.  After we ate, we
walked out to the marina and watched the boats and discussed which ones
we'd like to have.  I started fantasizing of butt fucking Dean in the open
on the lake on a sunny day...plowing his ass in public in a killer boat!

The wind eased up and it got warmer.  We just lay back on the wooden pier
and relaxed under the sun.  Time flew and before we knew it, it was really
late in the afternoon.  I didn't want to drive back at night, so I told him
I was going to head home.  On the way back to the college, he asked me to
stop somewhere so he could take a shit.  After we pulled into a gas
station, he hopped out and ran inside.  His backpack was sitting in the
backseat.  On an impulse, I picked it up and went through it.

At the very bottom, but rolled up in a sock, was yet another new crack pipe.
I hurriedly pulled it out.  Knowing him, it would take forever for him to
take a crap...still I felt paranoid about snooping.  Once out of the sock, I
sniffed it and the fumes were fresh.  Further up in the sock was a little
square bag with a tiny Ziploc on it.  Anger swelled in me.  I wanted to
toss the pipe out and roll the tires over it.  However, I was afraid of
looking like I didn't trust him, so I wrapped both the baggy and the pipe
back up and placed it back in the backpack where I found it.  I tried to
place the other clothes and stuff back they way I'd found them.

The very second I laid the backpack in its original spot; he came into view
through the glass off the storefront and soon came out of the front door.  He
opened the door and hopped back in.

"OH fuck, that was one nasty bathroom.  I was hovering over it taking my
dump!"

I nervously laughed with him and we drove back onto the road.  I stayed
quiet most of the way back.  He was busy singing with the CD player as Rob
Zombie's latest played.  I kept justifying things in my head like wondering
if he had the extra pipe and meth for a long time and just never got rid of
it.  I was totally in denial.

Once we got back to his dorm, I toured the building with him.  It was
indeed worse than his original dorm room.  He had the dredge of the dorm
rooms.  I felt bad for him.

"Makes my home look like a palace," he commented as we walked in the hall
with a strange mildew smell lingering.

When we got into his room, Walt was on his bed with headphones on eating
burger.  The room smelled like onions and ketchup with a tinge of French
fries.  He was studying from a huge book smacking his lips and licking his
fingers.  He saw me and Dean enter and just yelled, "Yo!"

Dean put his backpack down and rolled his eyes in disgust.  In between
bites, Walt picked his nose and wiped it on the bedspread.  Just then his
cell phone rang and he pulled out one of his ear buds to answer it.

"Yeah bud! Sure thang!  I'll bring the beer.  Any pussy gonna be there?  I
need to get laid...it's been ages since I had some tail!"


As he talked on, Dean told me he was gonna ask Walt if he was going
anywhere so we could hang for a bit there.  While Walt gabbed, Dean left to
go get us some sodas.  Walt got off the phone just after Dean left.  I
noticed Walt was totally out of shape with a pear shaped body.  He put his
phone down and flicked off crumbs from his soiled t-shirt.

"Dean was gonna ask you if we could hang here for a while," I said.

"Oh, yeah I am about to head out and go shoot some pool.  Y'all will have
the whole place to yourself."

He sniggered a little.  He got up and went to the bathroom and as he
entered it, I heard him mumble:

"Silly faggots!"

I hopped right up and bolted to the bathroom behind him.  I knocked him
behind his knees which forced him into a squat.  I held his head close to
the toilet water.  He was totally taken off guard and his face went pale.

"We might be silly faggots but you're a fucking pig!  The only way you're
gonna get pussy is if you clean up—you dirty ass bitch!  Look at you!  You're
nasty as fuck!  I could shove your face all the way in the water to clean
your mouth after calling me a faggot!"

He started mumbling he was sorry.

"Yeah we're faggots!  If I hear about you badmouthing Dean again I'll do
more than push you down over the toilet!  You weight twice as much as me
but I can still whoop your ass!"

I had one of his flabby arms pulled tight behind his back and it was
hurting him.

"Okay, fuck, okay!"

I let him go and pushed him toward the toilet with my shoe.  He bumped his
head on the open lid.  I scooted back into the room and sat on Dean's
bed.  Just
after, he popped back in with two Cokes.  The bathroom door shut all the
way and we heard it lock.  I heard him huffing and puffing inside the
bathroom.  I acted totally casual like I'd been just sitting there the
whole time.

"Walter, are you heading out anytime soon?"

"Yeah, I'm just taking a piss!" he said nervously through the door.

After the toilet flushed, Walt came out and grabbed his phone.  He
hurriedly walked out of the room leaving his fast food bag and wrappers on
his bed.  His face was red and his forehead was sweating.

"I guess he was in a hurry...thank god!" Dean laughed.

I smiled devilishly back at Dean and pushed him onto his bed.  We just made
out and groped each other because we didn't know when or if Walt would show
back up.  I was confident that he wouldn't return until I walked out of the
building.  We spent awhile just laying there together until I heard Dean
snoring lightly.  I eased off the bed, kissed him, and slipped out of the
room.

- - -

When I got back home, I found a note from mom saying she and Alex had gone
out to dinner.  I grabbed some leftover pot roast and watched some TV.  After
stuffing my gut, I headed to my room to rub one out.  I sat there jacking
off thinking about the Latino work crew I saw the day before on my way to
see Dean.  I was at a gas station when I noticed them.  Their truck had the
name of a landscaping business on the side of it.  Most all of the guys
were nice looking and of various ages.  Six of them filled the truck...two in
the back of the large cab and three in the front seat.  The sixth one was
riding outside in the bed of the truck when it had pulled in.

I imagined myself naked in the backseat getting fucked by one while being
made to suck the other one off—me totally naked but everyone else still
dressed.  I fantasized of them driving from their last gig on their way
home each getting sucked or fucking me.  After each one shot their load,
he'd be dropped off at his home.  The remaining guys would rotate in the
truck and two new guys would service me until they had cum in my mouth or
hole.  At the end, I imagined the driver heading home in the dark with me
lying on my belly naked on the front seat giving him head.  Then he'd pull
into a car wash and make me sit on his lap and I'd ride him until he
came.  After
he shot his load, he'd kick me out with no clothes and drive off.  After
that last thought, I shot my own load in real time.

I lay there sleepily rubbing my cum on my chest and nips until it got
sticky.  I let it dry and I stroked my ball sac while still thinking about
sex.  How I wanted to be the center of a gang bang.  What was that term I'd
discovered only recently?  Pig...that's it.  A different kind of pig than
Walter...I wanted to be a total "cum pig".

- - -

The next week flew by.  Work was tiring but I'd get a second wind in the
evening when I got to the trade school.   Each night I'd grab some food on
the way home and sometimes have it eaten by the time I got home.  Once I
got home, I was often too tired to jack off...but I slept really well.  The
regular routine was going great until the following Saturday—that was when
all hell broke loose.

Business was extremely slow on Saturday at work.  There was only one
vehicle to work on until some special parts came for the other car.  No one
came into the office for new business.  During the winter, the "rescue
service" really slacked off.  Debra was there reconciling her bills and
told me I could go home if I wanted to.  I gladly went home and hoped to
relax or work on my own car.  I pulled my coveralls off and placed them in
the washing machine in the back room of the garage.  I drove home in a
giddy mood enjoying the decent weather, good music, and not having to work
all day.

As I drove into our trailer park, I was thinking to myself and wondered
what I should buy Dean for Valentines Day.  As I drove up, I saw the twins
looking startled outside.  I got out of my car and they scrambled over to
my door and started gabbing.

"Oh my god, dad's fucking pissed!  He went digging around the house and
again and found some little plastic square things of Dean's!" said Jeff.

Curt chimed in, "He yelled at us and made us tell him whatever we knew.  I
had to tell him what I heard you two talking about!"

My good mood turned to shit.  Part of me wanted to smack Curt for tattling
but I should have been relieved that it was out in the open now.  Just
then, the back door slammed open and Jim stood there in just denim shorts.  He
looked mad as fuck.

"Dave, get in here now!"

Part of me felt defiant...I almost told him to fuck off.  Some instinct told
me to do as he said when I looked into the mad glare of his eyes.

"Get in here!"

I locked my car door and tried to act all cool and unbothered in front of
the twins.  Jim stood at the back door on the second step until I got
closer.  As I dragged it out, the look on his face seem angrier.  I walked
up the steps and he moved out of my way.  Once inside, he closed the door
hard behind me.

"What's up?" I said all cool and chillin-like.

"You know good and well those two out there have already told you what I'm
mad about," he said more calmly.

He sat down opposite of me.

"Sit down."

I sat down on the couch and my stomach was knotting up and I felt my pits
getting damp.  From the pocket of his shorts, he pulled two meth baggies
out and plopped them on the coffee table.

"What do you know about this?"

I just sat there looking at him.  He sighed.  My face flushed hot.

"Can you speak?"

Jim was no longer in "friend mode" and I responded respectively.

"Yes, sir."

"What do you know about this?"

I swallowed hard.

"I recently found out he's been using for over a year.  I don't know where
he got it from but I found his meth pipe twice."

I sat there and spilled everything I knew.  When I was done there it was
unbearably silent.  Jim's eyes bore into me.  I felt really nervous.  I'd
been reduced to feeling like a child being scolded simply by his parent.  I
wanted to get up and leave.  He just stared at me.  After squirming in my
seat, he finally spoke.

"I believe you had nothing to do with it.  You can go."

"What are you going to do?" I asked meekly.

"I'll take care of things.  You can go.  Tell them to get back in here now."

I got up with shaky legs and walked back outside.  He didn't move at all.

"Your dad said to go back inside," I said.

The twins looked at each other uncomfortably and then walked back inside
with dread.  I walked back to my porch and went inside.  Mom was at the
front door and hadn't missed a beat.

"What was that all about?  Of course I heard him yell at you.  Do I need to
go over there tell him off?" She said angrily.

"Jim found Dean's meth in the house.  I told him everything I knew."

I pulled my iphone out and started to text Dean.

"Dave put that phone away."

I paused.  Then I started pressing keys again.

"NOW!"

"Yes, ma'am."

I laid the phone down next to the TV stand.

"You need to stay out of their business.  I know you care about that boy
but I know his dad really does too.  I thought he was mad at you about
something.  Let them sort it out before you go warning Dean about his daddy
finding his drugs."

"Yes, ma'am."

Defeated, I just sat on the couch feeling depressed.  The curtain was open
and we heard the truck doors opening and closing.  I turned around and
looked out and the three of them were getting in the truck.  The twins
looked scared.  Jim looked calmer, but determined.  They take anything with
them...no backpacks, etc.  I knew they were driving to straight to Dean.

- - -

I kept my word to mom and didn't text Dean at all.  After four hours
passed, I knew Jim must have arrived at the college by then.  I kept
staring at my phone and computer for some kind of word.  Nothing came.  I
started craving comfort food.  I heated up four tortillas on the stove and
filled them with ample grated cheddar cheese.  Stuffing my face and
watching TV in my room provided a slight escape for a while. I tried to nap
but couldn't fall asleep.  I was miserable.

At some point, the worrying and stress tired me out and I fell asleep.  I'd
left my window open and awoke to the rumbling of Jim's truck driving
through the gravel.  I flinched at the pain in my neck...I had a "crick" in
it from sleeping at a weird angle.  I looked out and it was after dark.  I
raced to the living room window and peered out.  I saw Dean get out of the
truck and slam the door really hard.  I wondered why he didn't drive his
own car home.  Jim and the twins pulled back pickup bed's cover and started
carrying stuff into the house.



I put on my tennis shoes and pulled on a jacket and headed quietly out the
back door.  I walked around the back of my trailer and to the far end that
faced the housing development and fence.  I tiptoed in the dark to the far
end of Dean's house and peeped around the corner.  Everyone had gone back
inside.  I sneaked up to Dean's window and tapped on it.  The light was on
but no one came.  I tapped again.  Then I jumped back as a single hand
popped through the beat up skinny blinds and flipped me off!

"Dude!" I said aloud.  "Hello?"

"Fuck you!"

I was dumbfounded at his reaction to me.

"Go AWAY!" he yelled through the glass.

"Dude, come on!" I yelled through the glass.

Suddenly the blinds were pushed aside and the window slid up.

"You busted me out!  How could you do that to me?  Get the fuck away and
don't bother me!"

The window slammed shut and the light went out.  Loud music blared so loud
that the glass vibrated.  I sat there like I had been backhanded or my face
had been spit on.  I was hurt by the rejection.  I raised a fist in the and
aimed it at the window.  In a split second, I changed my angle and punched
the bark of the huge oak tree that stood next to his window.

I cursed out loud and stomped off back to my place.  I walked back into my
house using the front door and I slammed it hard.  I walked to my room and
closed the door hard.  I plopped down on my bed and punched it a few times
with the same hand.

Mom's hurried footsteps came running down the house to my room.

"Dave, what happened?"

"Nothing!" I yelled.

"There's blood on your door knob!"

"I punched a god damn tree...leave me alone!" I screamed.

She said nothing else.  I heard her open the fridge and grab a beer.

"I'll be around if you need to talk," she said.

The pain in my hand started burning badly and I got up and went to the sink.
I turned the light on and saw that I'd torn chunks of skin from my knuckles.
I ran cold water over my hand and it hurt worse.  I grabbed a hand towel
and wrapped it up.  Even moving my fingers hurt really badly.

Mom meant well, but I didn't want to talk to her.  I grabbed my phone and
called my dad.  I apparently woke him up.  He must have seen my number on
the caller ID.  I looked at my clock and it was almost eleven...dad was
usually in bed by nine.

"Dave, is everything okay?" he said groggily.

I just started pouring it all out to him and was a crying mess.  Despite
sounding like a blabbering idiot, he patiently listened to all of what I
said.  I'd heard my step mother ask him something and he told her he was
going downstairs to talk to me.

"Oh my god, I sound like a fucking girl."  I said and sniffed.

"No son, you're only human.  You've had your heart broken.  Things may be
totally different tomorrow.  If his dad went down there and dragged him out
of school he must be humiliated.  At your age no one wants to be treated
like a kid again, but it sounds like his dad cared enough intervene."

"Yeah, I guess." I sniffed again.  "I guess I sound like Annie crying over
a boyfriend."

"Let things settle down.  You're gonna be emotional until then, it's
totally normal.  And you don't have to be female to cry."

We talked for a while longer and by the end of the call, I was talking
normally and more at ease.  I felt better after talking to my dad.  I felt
embarrassed, but I had to get it all out.  We said our goodbyes and I hung
up the phone.  After that I felt like shit for yelling at my mom.

I left my room and walked down to hers to apologize.  Her light was out but
her door was open.

"Mom, you awake?"

"You okay babe?"

"I'm sorry for yelling," I said softly.

"I left the living room after I heard you on the phone.  You call your
father?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good.  Go get some sleep.  Surely tomorrow will be better."

I told her good night and went back to my room.  Totally exhausted, I
drifted off quickly.

- - -

The next morning, I heard nothing from Dean.  Mom examined my hand and said
likely nothing was broken but my wounds were pretty bad.  She had me drive
into town to the hospital where one of the nurses stitched up one of the
gashes.  She took an X-ray and found no obviously broken bones.  I asked
for a prescription for the pain, but she only suggested store-bought stuff.
I really wanted some pain pills.  She wrapped my hand up and sent me on my
way.

The rest of that Sunday was melancholy.  No word from Dean.  In fact, his
brothers were never outside.  The sky outside was gray and the wind was
chilly.  I had nothing to do so I went to the gym and ran.  I couldn't do
any other exercise after fucking up my hand, so cardio was the only thing
to do.  Having committed to a membership contract, I felt cheated that I
couldn't use any of the equipment or weights.  With my hand injured, I
couldn't get into the pool or whirlpool.

I spent the rest of the day watching my phone and email for message from
Dean.  Again...nothing.  Thoughts of a break up ran through my head and I
imagined dialogue about it with Dean and me inside my head.  Would he
forgive me for busting him out?   Why did things have to turn to shit after
being good?  I napped the rest of the and found sleep a good escape.

During a bad dream, my phone beeped and I jumped up to grab it.  It wasn't
Dean, it was Miranda.  She texted a message that said, "Call me ASAP."

I picked up the home phone and dialed her number.  I didn't want to tie up
my cell phone in case he called.

"Dave?" she answered.

"Yeah."

"What the hell is going on?" she said with worry in voice.  "I called
Dean's dorm room this morning and some jerk answered and said that Dean
wasn't there.  He said a man and two teenagers came and dragged Dean out of
the dorm last night!  Is this one of his twisted jokes?"

"No Miranda.  His dad found out he's been using meth for some time now.  He
brought him home."

She was quiet for awhile.

"Well, that explains so many things."

"Oh yeah?" I said dumbly.

"If I find out that my brother gave him some, I'll fucking kill him!"

"Is he okay?"

I told her about my experience with him after he got home.

"You did the right thing to tell his dad.  And don't feel sorry that you
did it.  You have nothing to apologize for."

Maybe she was right, but I didn't want him to remain angry at me.

"He's pissed now at everyone.  He could have easily run off in his own car
and fled." She continued.

I didn't say anything while all kinds of thoughts ran through my head.  I
kept hearing him in my head yelling for me to go away.

"Well thanks for calling me, Dave.  Love you." she said and hung up.

I hung up the phone and moved my laptop from the bedside table to my lap.  I
pulled up a slideshow of photos of Dean...some alone, some of the two of us
together.  I was really sad.

To be continued


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