Date: Sat, 11 May 2013 05:26:03 -0500 From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com> Subject: My Twisted Boyfriend PT 11 (Remember, your donations allow everyone to enjoy this and other stories—please consider a donation to Nifty.org) My Twisted Boyfriend (sequel to Twisted Next Door Neighbors) PT 11 (Fiction/fantasy, teen/college romance, incest) The silent treatment went on through the week. One day I would be determined that Dean and I were over, the next I was hopeful of some kind of reconciliation. My emotions fluctuated. I tried hard to bury myself into learning at school during my evening classes. For a few days, I wasn't able to do much at work until the bandage came off. After that point, I had to wear a glove over it. My fingers were really sore. It hurt to open my hand all the way or grasp tools tightly. The guys at the garage were convinced that I'd gotten into a fight. In private, I told Debra that I punched a tree in anger. She just said, "You live, you learn!" I was feeling more stupid for hitting the tree but it was the best way for me to have restrained my anger at the time. Dad told me later in the week on the phone that I should see if the gym plans on getting any punching bags. I wasn't sure if he was being serious or picking on me. That week I'd also finally noticed that my pants were fitting extra tightly. One old pair was baggy a year ago but at the present time it fit too snugly. I was convinced my ancient jeans had just been washed so many times that they'd shrunk. In the middle of that week I stopped at the mall and bought a new pair. They were still tight in the ass, but the waist was just right. I also bought several new pocket t-shirts...a size larger than usual. I really thought either my clothes had shrunk from too many washings or that my body was still growing. - - - Thursday night, I came home to find Dean's car was back at home. He still had not contacted me. I never did run into his brothers because by the time I got home it was very late. I figured they were in bed when I got home. I assumed Jim arrived home after I went to bed each night. I was wrong about both. Friday, Jim's truck was there and the twins were outside sitting on the back of Dean's car when I got home. Mom was out with Alex someplace. I wanted to ask them about Dean and if he was still mad. I walked up to Curt and Jeff to try to make small talk. When I walked up, I saw a football sitting next to the car on the ground. I scooped it up and tossed it to Curt. He caught it with no effort. "Wanna toss?" They got off the car. In the moonlight, we separated on the gravel and tossed the ball back and forth. The sky was full of stars. "Hadn't seen you guys all week!" I said. "That's because we were out of town," Jeff replied. "Dad took Dean to a rehab in Wichita Falls," Curt said. I was stunned. Curt threw the ball and unintentionally smacked me in the head with it. I tossed it at his crotch, but he caught it in time. "You guys wanna come over until your dad gets home?" I said. They walked up to me. "Yeah, it's kind of depressing at our place," Jeff replied. They followed me inside and we sat in the living room. I figured they hadn't eaten supper yet and I was right--I fed them some of mom's leftovers and they scarfed it down quickly. I thought they might have misunderstood my invitation as a request for sex, but I wanted to hear all the details about Dean. After we all ate, we sat in the living room and I let them flip through the channels and watch what they wanted. No one made a move on me like they usually did. Finally Jeff spoke. "Dad made us go with him and pick up Dean at his college. Dad and Dean were inside the dorm for a long time before they came out. They brought all his shit back home. Dean was so mad we thought he was gonna explode or run off. He didn't say anything to us the whole way home. Dad wouldn't let him drive his car home. No one spoke for several seconds. "We heard him yell at you through the window." Jeff stared at my scabbed knuckles but didn't ask how I hurt it. His brother spoke next. "He just stayed locked up in his room for a day until dad made him talk. They had a knock down drag out yelling match. I had never seen Dean cry before except for when mom died. Dad told him he would have to move out or go to rehab. Dean finally gave in. Dad went back to the college and got most of Dean's tuition refunded." I sighed. "Do you think Dean is serious or just humoring your dad?" I asked. "Serious, I hope." They were both quiet for a while. The TV droned on. Curt was on my left and Jeff was to my right. Each faced me while leaning against the arms of the couch. Jeff stretched out and put his sock covered feet in my lap. I didn't perceive it as a sexual gesture, but I rubbed his feet while he spoke. "When they were yelling, Dean told dad to fuck off because he's not even his real dad." Curt said softly. He looked me directly in the eye. "Why did he say that?" I didn't answer and just looked down at his feet in my lap. "What the fuck dude?" the other one said. I just shrugged my shoulders but I looked and felt guilty. "You need to talk to your dad or Dean about it," was all I said. "Is Dean adopted?" Curt asked. He pulled his feet back and sat Indian style. His brother replied, "He looks just like mom. But everyone says we look just like dad." I was extremely uncomfortable. My whole reason for inviting them over was to hear of whatever drama went down with Dean. I got more than I bargained for. "When is he coming back?" I asked trying to change the subject. "We don't know. Dad said he might be there a month at least." Thank god the front door opened and mom and Alex came in. He looked a little pissed that I was there and looked at the twins with a slight sneer. Mom introduced each of the twins to Alex and explained they were the next door neighbors. He looked back over at me as if the was wondering why I was there. I guessed he wanted to come in and mess around with mom but I fucked up his plans. He kissed her goodnight and left. He acted very charming to her only. His strong old fashioned cologne wafted in the air after he was gone. "You boys get some dinner yet?" she asked the twins immediately. "Yes, ma'am," they said in unison with smiles. She walked over and patted them on the head. "When your daddy's at work you two come over anytime for supper, okay?" The shook their heads. Soon after, they left and walked home. I didn't get to find out any more details about Dean but at least I wasn't stuck in an awkward conversation about their dad. "Ya'll don't stay up too late!" she told them as they walked out of the door. As soon as they were gone, I told her what I found out about Dean. I didn't mention the part of the twins recalling Dean confronting Jim that he wasn't his biological dad. Instead, mom and I watched some TV together and then she headed off for bed. I went to my room and jacked off watching some internet porn. For the first time in my life, it took me forever to cum. - - - The next two weeks dragged by. I heard nothing from Dean. Mom told me most likely he would be cut off from everyone during his rehab therapy on purpose. Neither of us really knew the degree of his addiction. After all, he wasn't a street junkie robbing people to pay for it. He wasn't constantly using it that I knew of. Then again, did I even know the difference between his crazy animated hyped moments versus actual meth usage? I'd seen a lot of youtube.com videos of people supposedly fucked up on meth doing crazy things. I never outright saw Dean like that, but I'd seen him many times being hyper and acting over-animated. I was dumb enough to believe he was using it to keep his energy up while trying to study. While googling on the topic, I read about addicts/users being on long "high" periods followed by a lot of sleep. On weekends and summers in the past, he was very guilty of sleeping most of the day, especially when I had just him. Had he been using since then? Whatever the case, he was very good at hiding it and masking his binges. I'd talked to mom about one evening about all of these thoughts. "He's probably taken great measures to hide it from everyone or to hide away when he was using. He doesn't have to use it on a daily basis to be an addict. Likely it wasn't the only drug he was using either." she said. I didn't comment. I joined him on several experiences with pills of different kinds. Was I at fault for allowing it? "His dad better do a really good search over there because likely he's hidden stuff all over." Again I didn't reply. I just continued eating. - - - Even though I'd paid for a gym membership, I found it hard to go regularly. Because of work and school schedules, it was hard to get up early before work and go workout. I loved to sleep until the very last minute. I wanted my precious sleep. I ended up going just on the weekends and every other Friday night when there was no evening class. Speaking of the trade school, I'd finalized my learning plan...I planned to start out gaining solid knowledge of automotive mechanics. From the classes, I was to learn all the basic systems first in theory and by hands on application later. Without any interruptions, the goal was to complete all the courses within the next year. After that, I could take courses to specialize in a particular manufacturer's models (the school had a few options) or study to learn auto body repair—the latter would take another year. In the mean time, I had to save up all my money to be able to continue going through completion. The paint job for my car was now a distant dream. Also, I was scared to death of the upcoming tests. I did horribly on tests in high school, especially my senior year. Test or no test, I was bound and determined to get through the first year somehow. I loved cars! - - - Early in the third week of Dean's absence, I was at work fixing a car one afternoon when a cute dude came inside. Every time I looked back to the lobby window from the second car bay, he was looking out at me. The third time I glanced back at him (while trying to act all butch), he winked at me. After I finished changing the sparkplugs on that car, one of the main mechanics came over to check my work and gave it a "thumbs up". I took the clipboard with the car keys and diagnostic printout back inside to the counter. Debra took it and called the customer to the small counter to pay and check out. She handed me another clipboard and told me it was a flat tire to fix. "Tim, is there anything in the truck covering the section where your spare tire is? Dave here is ready to fix it." The hot guy got up acting all cocky and came up to the counter. He had dark stubble but his hair was dyed blonde and brown. It was brushed to the side in a sexy, trendy way. "Uh, yeah" was all he said. "Dave will follow you out there," she told him. The phone rang and she picked it up and began talking. I followed him and watched his butt wiggle in his jeans as he walked to his car. He was way taller than me and appeared to be my age or a little older. "Sorry about the mess in the car," he said as we walked. His "donut" (small spare tire) was on one of the back tires. He opened his trunk and on top of the flat tire was a bunch of junk. "Here, I'll move some of that stuff!" he said. After he moved the boxes and clothes, I reached in effortlessly and pulled out the heavy tire. For a brief moment, his body rubbed against mine as he stood behind me and I backed into him while lifting the tire. I felt it was on purpose. He didn't apologize. He had a flirty expression on his face. "I'll have this fixed really fast!" I said. He walked back toward the waiting room, but stopped at the restrooms located between the office area and the garage. Instead of going through the glass door back to the waiting area, he looked back at me and motioned at me as he slipped inside the men's room. The bathroom was a small one. There was one urinal and one toilet. It was kept clean, but it was very outdated inside. I nervously looked around. My dick was getting hard down in my pants. The coveralls prevented it from being noticeable. Everyone was really busy. I thought surely no one would notice if I went for a quick bathroom break. I wiped my hands on a towel and quietly headed to the men's bathroom. As I popped inside, he grabbed me and kissed me hard. ""Man, you're fuckin' HOT!" he told me. He groped my crotch. Just then we heard footsteps and the door knob moved. I instantly moved to the sink to wash my hands. He flushed the urinal and backed away like he was finishing up a piss. One of the mechanics had entered and moved up into the stall and locked it. We soon heard him farting like a bull while whistling to the tune of the radio playing in the garage. I headed out fast and left him behind. My heart was racing at the excitement of being kissed and groped before nearly being busted. Afterwards, he came back out and looked my way the whole time as he walked back inside to the waiting room. I'd realized I'd wasted time and hurried to examine and fix his tire. I fumbled around and took twice as long. After I finally finished it, I saw he was hanging around the window staring at me again. My dick kept rising and falling as I tried to focus on what I was doing. I jacked up his car and removed the tiny spare tire and bolted the repaired tire back on. Before taking the clipboard and car keys back to Debra, I placed his spare back in the trunk. Paying closer attention this time, I noticed that mixed in his dirty clothes in his trunk was several pairs of tight, skimpy, and sexy underwear. Some head words on them like "milk bottle inside" or had silly things on them like hand prints. I closed the trunk and took the clipboard back inside. Debra called him up and he handed her a credit card. I took another clipboard and was about to head outside. As Debra helped another customer, he walked out, turned to me with a smile, and quickly said in a low voice, "thanks for plugging my hole...in the tire!" My face turned red as Debra gave me a dead cold stare as the other customer walked out. "I hope I don't see any of that again," she said. I stood there speechless and took the clipboard out to a truck that needed an inspection. I felt like a jackass. I tried hard to figure out how I got busted. All I could think was that she'd simply seen me and him flirting back and forth through the window—his final comment didn't help. Were we really that obvious? As the day went on, I felt more stupid about it and realized she could have made a bigger deal about it. - - - At home that night, I thought a lot about kissing that dude at the garage. I thought if Dean had been there he would have let me mess around with the guy. He seemed to enjoy watching me do it than actually joining in. After I ate and showered, I rolled over on my side on the bed to relax on the cool covers. The window was slightly open and cool air wafted over me. The light was out and I had some chilled out music playing. I started fantasizing about the dude in the bathroom again. I played with my dick as it grew harder in my hand. I imagined that guy stripping me naked and fucking me in the stall as guys came and went pissing and washing their hands on the other side of the stall. I imagined one of the mechanics busting us and pushing the "Tim" guy aside as the mechanic took over fucking. I shot my load into my hand and then brought it to my lips to lick off. I wished it was Dean's warm cum on my lips and tongue. I missed him. Not just for the awesome sex we had, but I missed his companionship. He was my best friend. After I licked up all of the cum, I sneaked out naked in the dark kitchen and got me a bottle of water. The scant light of the refrigerator flashed just enough for me to see an envelope on the outside of the freezer door. Mom had stuck it there with a magnet. It was a letter for me. I considered "snail mail" archaic. Who sends letters anymore? The only mail I ever got was birthday cards from dad, my sisters, or other relatives. I thought it might be a bill that mom wanted me to pay like for my cell phone. I took it quickly into my room and turned the light on. The address was handwritten—in Dean's handwriting! I had a lump in my throat as I scrambled to open it up. I wasn't sure if it was going to be good or bad news. I read the letter slowly. The letter was short and was written on a small piece of paper from a yellow tablet. At the bottom of the letter was a drawing of a heart with two D's in the middle of it. I held the paper to my nose and smelled it. It was just stale paper but it made me feel like I was with him. The letter didn't describe any details about his rehab. There was a simple apology and an "I love you." He said he hoped to be home very soon. I lay back on the bed and for the first time in weeks I truly relaxed and was happy. - - - Two days after getting Dean's letter, we had relatives arrive. One of my mom's cousins came. She was way older than mom and very "country". Becky and her husband were to stay the week. She and mom got along great, but Becky drove me nuts. The very first thing she said when she saw me was, "Oh Dave, you've gained a lot of weight...look at that sweet pudgy face!" "Fuck you," I thought in my head. That evening, I pulled out an old, cracked floor length mirror that used to hang on my door when I lived with dad. I got naked. I gave myself a thorough visual assessment and then got out a measuring tape that I'd used in high school to measure my chest and arms. My waist had grown and my ass was fatter than before. My face was indeed fuller. I basically had the muscles still, but with layer of fat growing over it all. Becky was right, but she was a cunt and didn't have to be so rude. The rest of the week, I did only cardio at the gym—no weights at all. I worked out daily. I ran on the indoor track or used the elliptical machines or a combination of both for forty five minutes. I spent a while after that just stretching. At home, I only ate when I was truly hungry. I had to fight impulses to gorge on tortillas, cheddar cheese, chips, Oreos, etc. Hard as it was, I made a huge effort to get up two hours earlier than work and hit them gym on my way. One night at dinner, I was trying to eat just until I was full and wanted to get away from Becky as soon as possible by heading back to my room. As I ate, she went on and on. "Sandy, doesn't he look just like your daddy! "'Cept your fatha' had no hair in front. Davy, you might lose your hair just like your granddaddy!" One that note, I asked to be excused. I think at that point she was wearing on mom, too. "Get some rest sweetheart!" mom told me. She got up and kissed me on the cheek as I walked around the table. I went back to my room and put headphones on and tried to escape Becky's voice and laughter that went on and on just beyond my door. My phone vibrated in my pocket and I found a text from Jim. He said they were going to visit Dean that weekend. I sat there and wrote a short note to Dean which I would later take over to Jim for him to deliver to Dean. It was brief. I told him I loved him and forgave him. - - - Valentines Day and another week passed and I finally got a postcard from Dean. It was a short note telling me he got my note from his dad and he was happy about it. I felt happy after reading the part stating that he was coming home soon. I knew that after Dean returned, many things were going to be different. I was going to be more observant regarding his behavior. After a long search in the woods around our old tent spot and while searching under both of our houses, I had already found the long, lost box of drugs under my own house! As much as it killed me, I flushed all of the pills into the toilet. I wanted to save the Vicodin. There was several mystery piss that I had no clue what they were. I couldn't believe he'd collected so many stolen pills. I just hoped I had trashed the last stash of his drugs. - - - We finally had our first written test. I felt like I didn't have to study, but I did the night before. I was confident that I would ace it. However, once I got in my seat and the exam began, my mind went blank. The instructor seemed to hone in my panic and uneasiness and discreetly called me over to him. "You okay?" he asked. "My mind's gone blank. I'm stressing out." I said in almost a whisper. I didn't want anyone to hear me. No one could really hear me talk to him as there was a loud fan going and there was noise from the garage labs in the background. "Dave, you're one of the best in the class. Just read each question in your head like we're having a discussion and you're trying to train me or something. Don't sweat this test. You know this stuff...there's no reward for finishing first. Take your time." I uneasily sat down. I tried to take a deep breath. The test wasn't timed, so I sat there thinking of one of my favorite songs. After I was calmer, I started the test again. As I read each multiple choice question, answers came more naturally to me. My confidence grew somewhat and I relaxed. Soon enough, I was done with all of the multiple choice questions and advanced to some questions we had to answer in our own words. There were some pages in which we had to label automotive parts. I was the last one done at the end, but I felt good about the test after I finished it. I stayed after class to find out my score. I got a score of 90% out of 100%! I wondered how simple words from the instructor magically allowed me to finish a test that I was about to get up and walk out on. I was beaming on my way out. I drove home on cloud nine. - - - Another week passed by. I was less stressed about Dean's situation and worried about myself. I found that after a week and a half of the early schedule, working out at the gym before work wasn't so hard. I was more awake when I got to work and my body felt less tense. I asked to work at late as possible each day with only the minimum time needed to get to the school allowed. I tried to find decent food to eat just before class or would bring a healthy snack with me. When I got home, I usually went straight to bed. The full day allowed me to sleep like a baby. Speaking of the gym, the eye candy was awesome. Being the only fitness center in the area and being brand new, it was very busy. I never tired of looking at all the sexy men of all ages and types. I was also fascinated by the clothes many of the guys wore. You had the dudes that color coordinated (red shirt, red tennis shoes, black sox and t-shirt). You had the dudes that wore athletic attire. One of the simplest and hottest was the basic white wife beater undershirt and shorts. I loved seeing hairy armpits and the exposed sides of guys' pecs. Some dudes with great legs wore shorts that were much shorter than what was actually in style. I loved those! I showered everyday before work when my workout was over. The showers were one single room with a glass door on it connected to the end of the locker room. It wasn't like the ones we had in high school. Instead, the room had showers nozzles on the walls with no dividers or curtains. I got to be totally naked in front of everyone and got to see every dude that showered with no obstructions unless they stayed turned around. Some guys were shy and faced the wall only. One hot black dude stayed naked after his shower every day until he finished shaving. He sang in the shower, whistled while he shaved. He was always in a good mood. His flaccid dick looked tasty. Somehow, I managed to stay soft in the shower most of the time. If I got hard, I just turned away. On the next Friday night, mom and Alex had a date and left just after eight o'clock. I was feeling horny and a little bored, so I went next door. It was accepted now for me to knock and then go inside if no one immediately came to the door. Just after knocking, I went inside and I heard one of the twins. "Hey Dave!" Curt said. His brother was on the couch on his back, legs spread eagle, facing me. Three of Curt's fingers were up in his brother's spread hole. "What are you guys up to...need I ask?" I said. "He's trying to get his whole hand up my ass. We saw it on a porn an wanted to try it out!" Jeff said. "Yeah, look...here goes the fourth finger!" Next to him on the coffee table was a big bottle of lube. As the fourth finger slipped in, Jeff winced. "Ouch!" he said "Sorry bro!" "It's no good." He pulled his hand out and wiped it on the pillow next to him. It was one of those old 1970's pillows with crocheted yarn covering it. Parts of it were ripped. Jeff rubbed his sore hole with left hand and stood up. "You guys wanna fuck me instead?" I volunteered. "Hell yeah!" they yelled in unison. I let them strip me down and I took turns making out with them sitting on the couch with me in between. I put an arm around each of them and pulled them in close next to my body. I smelled a little musky but they didn't care. My armpit hairs brushed each of their shoulders. As I turned to kiss Curt, Jeff licked up and down my neck sending shivers through me. I moved my hands down and grabbed each one by their slim, sexy waists. After groping their waist, I slid my middle finger down each of their cracks. We kissed back and forth some more. They were becoming experts at. Eventually, my hands moved in front of each of them and I jacked their dicks. After several minutes of mutual jacking and kissing, I moved to the floor. I wasn't in the mood to be serviced--I wanted to service them. On my knees, I took turns sucking dicks back and forth. It was easy to suck either of their cocks to the root and even tickle their balls with my tongue. "So, when are we gonna fuck you?" "Go for it dude," I answered. They didn't bother with a rim job to lube me up. One of them ran to the other room and came back with an old plastic bottle of Vaseline Intensive Care lotion. "Come on, Iet's go to dad's bed...there's more room," Jeff suggested. The three of us walked down the hall and once in Jim's room, I got on the bed on all fours. I felt the spout of the bottle pushed against my hole as someone pumped out the lotion from it. They liberally covered my crack in the cold goop. Curt stuck his middle finger up my ass and got me lubed. Then, two fingers were inserted and they twisted around like they were looking for something. Satisfied that I wasn't blocked and that I was lubed up, Jeff grabbed my hips and pushed his teen dick in with one movement. He fucked steadily...went as deep as he could ram it. I think he was trying to mimic his dad. Curt moved around and grabbed my head. He face fucked me good. He was trying hard to skull fuck me but seemed to be afraid to bang as hard as he really could. I could take it harder if he wanted. I was getting banged at both ends and loved it. My own hard dick was dripping pre-cum onto the faded bedspread. I jacked it now and then but was more interested in receiving their eager cocks. Curt pulled off for a minute and came back with a dark blue ski cap. He pulled it over my head and covered my eyes completely. It covered as much of my face as it could without covering my nostrils completely. It was very tight against my face. Not being able to see, I escaped deeper into the scene having been blindfolded. I put my hands behind my back and Jeff pulled them tightly into a "handcuffed" position. Curt grabbed my face and started fucking it again. This went on for a long time as Jeff fucked hard as he could. It was still nothing like the strength of his dad's fucking. The heater was on and I was building up a sweat. Jeff abruptly pulled out and I heard him plop down on the bed onto his back. I was pulled onto him sideways and was told to squat on his dick to continue being fucked by him. With my back to his face, I sat down on it with ease. Curt pushed my upper body down. I felt him fumbling behind me and then I realized that he was trying to mount me with his brother's dick still in me. It was awkward at first, but eventually he got the tip in. "Don't be a pussy, just stick it in!" I said loudly. And push he did...hard. It smarted at first as his dick tried to force its way up at a different angle that his bother's dick was inserted. Finally his dick was laying flush against Jeff's. Curt pumped my hole which was now tightly wrapped around both of their dicks. Jeff bucked his hips. I was so damn hard! I tried to keep my hands off my dick, though. "Bro, does your dick feel as good as mine? I like the feeling of your dick grinding against mine up in Dave's butthole!" "Hell yeah! It's the bomb!" It was like some porn in which the bottom was being forced. Jeff was on his back with his brother squatted above his waist while both of their dicks were inside me. They rode me like that for while until Curt collapsed backward onto his brothers chest and stomach. They pushed me off and I heard one of them moving around until they were both on their backs. I pulled the ski cap off a little to see both lying down but with their legs spread, pulled back and balls touching. "Lower yourself down onto our dicks," I was told. I pulled the ski cap tight again and squatted onto their dicks which were pressed together. I rode them as if they were one cock. Up and down I rode as they cooed and moaned. Just then, I heard the front door opening and Jim's heavy footsteps coming our way. "We're using your bed dad!" "Hot fuck, looks like you boys got Dave's ass primed for some of your daddy's dick!" My left hand moved up to take off the cap. "Leave that on boy!" I obeyed and rode the twins again. I could feel each of them bucking up and down. Curt started moaning and cumming first and was followed by his brother. As their orgasms subsided, I felt Jim pulling me up off them. I scooted to the edge of the bed as his rough hands pulled me away from them. I was on my hands and knees just about to fall off the bed—ass facing him. He parted my cheeks by gripping my cheeks and pulling them apart. I gush of cum oozed out. He bent into suck it out. His tongue was everywhere. He went back for seconds and ate my hole with passion. "Mmmm...Juicy!" he said. After munching on my hole for several minutes, I heard his fly zipping open and his fucking fat cock invaded me. Despite being lubed and double fucked already, I felt a bit of pain as his penis entered me. He pushed all the way inside me and just held it there. "Damn guy, you always feel so good around my dick." He started out slow but gained speed after a minute or two. Someone got up next to my face and crammed their dirty dick in my lips. I opened up to receive it. I smelled dried cum in their crotch. I sniffed hard at it as some thin pubic hair tickling my nose. Jim fucked me for nearly fifteen minutes before shooting his load inside me. Up to the big moment, his bull balls were slapping against my own low hangers. He rammed me good until he was satisfied that his orgasm was completely over. He stayed in me and ordered the twins to get under me and milk me. Still on my hands and knees with a fat cock up my ass, I felt both twins' hands (covered with lotion) pumping my dick tight and fast. I was truly being milked like a cow's long teat. Jim pushed hard against my hole and I started spurting cum. I felt both Curt and Jeff's mouths under my dick lapping it up. They continued milking me until my knees gave out and I fell to the bed. I pulled off the cap and tossed it across the room. My hair was totally drenched. Jeff helped me sit up and we all piled naked together in the middle of the bed as Jim stripped. He crawled into the middle of the three of us. We spent the rest of the night in various modes of foreplay. Each of us came a second time. We didn't all fall asleep until the wee hours of the morning. I was exhausted but very happy. As we drifted to sleep, Jim blurted out some news. "Get some sleep all of you. We're driving out to pick up Dean tomorrow." - - - To be continued. Comments welcomed--Remember, your donations allow everyone to enjoy this and other stories—please consider a donation to Nifty.org!!