Date: Tue, 21 May 2013 23:19:37 -0500 From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com> Subject: My Twisted Boyfriend PT 12 (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 12 (Fiction/fantasy, teen/college romance, incest) I woke up early in the morning to take a piss. The twins were spooning next to me in their dad's bed while he slept on the other side of me. Somehow the four of us were able to fit under the same covers...all of us still naked. I slipped out of the bed quietly and made my way to the bathroom. I took a good long, morning piss. As I shook the remaining drops from my dick, Jim slid in behind me. "Morning, buddy." he said very quietly. "I need your help. Get dressed and meet me outside." I left the bathroom and grabbed all of my clothes from where they ended up the night before and walked to the living room to dress. The windows had been left open overnight and the rest of the house was cold. I heard the toilet flush down the hall. I saw Jim digging through clothes in the dryer which had never been put away and were now all wrinkled. He pulled out some denim shorts and a t-shirt. He quickly put them on and grabbed his beat up old sneakers that were lying by the back door. "Come on," he said and motioned outside. Once outside, he spoke in at a normal volume. "I need to you to help me look through this car and make sure we found everything. I think you would be better at knowing how to pull some of these panels back or knowing where he'd likely hide stuff." We opened up his car and I checked under seats, vents, etc. We pulled back carpets and panels and found nothing. We checked the trunk of the car and found a tiny baggie under the spare tire. Nothing else was found during our extensive search. I felt sad having to do it. I wasn't surprised that we found some, though. It took nearly and hour to scour the car inside and out. After we were done, he went back inside to wake the twins and told them to get ready. I went home and showered. I was shocked to find mom didn't come home. She sent me a text stating she was "spending the night out" but I had never seen it. The timestamp on the text matched the time of night I was getting fucked. After I dressed, I lay on the couch and almost dozed off again until I heard a honk outside. It was my signal to head out to meet Jim and the boys. I grabbed my wallet and baseball cap and headed out. - - - The rehab facility was only an hour and a half away...just around one hundred miles from home. However, on the way we stopped at a Denny's and Jim bought us all breakfast. I ordered a small breakfast even though I could have eaten three times the food that came on the plate. I was trying to maintain my willpower to not "over-eat" when I felt stressed. No one spoke –the twins were still extremely groggy. Jim seemed to be acting normally. I just felt weird being there. "You think it's okay for me to be there too or should just family be? Aren't you gonna talk to his doctor?" Jim swallowed the rest of his biscuit then replied to me. "You don't consider yourself family? That boy's closer to you than anyone." He kept eating. I felt stupid for bringing it up. I asked the waitress for more coffee while the twins just ate with blank stares. - - - Soon enough, we were back on the road and the bright sunshine filled the sky. Normally, it would have been great but it seemed a little obnoxious because of the mood I was in. With each mile we drove, I became more nervous. My food gurgled in my belly. Each of the twins had their own distraction. Curt had on ear buds connected to an Ipod; Jeff was playing a game on his phone. They sat in the back while Jim and I sat up front. I stared out the window at the fields and pastures interrupted here and there by rural houses or roadside stores. Many things went through my head. I thought of all the crazy things Dean had done. I thought about all the crazy things Dean had gotten me to do. I wondered what I would be doing in the present had I never moved in with mom. I might not have even finished high school because of the crowd I was hanging with. Dean had made an impact in my life already in the short time we'd known each other. I might have still been closeted without him. I'd explored many sexual avenues because of him too—he was fabulously kinky! I replayed the scenes of our last horrible encounter in person in my head again. I wondered if the truly was going to forgive me for ratting him out. I was pulled out of my reverie as I felt the truck slowing down to turn off the highway. The twins were putting their devices away and remained very silent. I felt a lump in my throat as I tried to swallow. We drove through the center of the town and back to a rural setting. Suddenly Jim turned into a parking lot with a moderate-sized, one story building with nice landscaping. Jim parked the truck and grabbed his wallet from a panel in his door. We all got out quietly. A gush of cool air blew into the truck as the doors were opened from both sides. "Guys, let's be very supportive of your brother. I want you both to act mature in there...no bullshitting around." They didn't say anything. We walked in the front door and Jim told the receptionist who we were. A doctor met us in the waiting room and Jim introduced Curt and Jeff as Dean's brothers, me as Dean's boyfriend. My face flushed red. I didn't think he was going to be so frank about it. The doctor gave us a tour of the building. It was surprisingly bigger inside than I perceived from outdoors. There were two small therapy rooms, a tiny gym, a dining area, etc. The doctor took all of us into his office and talked about Dean's progress. He reminded us that Dean was not the stereotypical addict...that there were degrees of addiction. In other words, Dean wasn't a daily user...not even a weekly user, but was addicted nonetheless. He gave us some tips on what to expect going forward. He recommended that Dean join a local Narcotics Anonymous group or similar for support. He even made us watch a corny video there in his office on a flat screen TV. The doctor hinted that family behaviors or habits (kids being left alone without supervision) may have been influencing factors in Dean's addiction. I sensed Jim biting his tongue but remaining respectful to the doctor. I was confident that Dean didn't tell anyone about living in a home with incest, but he clearly told enough for the doctor to know that Jim wasn't home a lot. Jim patiently listened to the doctor's remaining tips before he stood up and took us to Dean. The doctor handed Jim a stack of pamphlets and pointed the way to the room where Dean was hanging out. He didn't follow us out of the office. We went around a corner and found Dean in a large living space with a group of people watching TV. He hadn't shaved in weeks, but his hair was brushed and parted to the side in a conservative way. He had on one of my t-shirts and jeans. He looked kind of bored, but had a worried look on his face until he saw the three of them standing there. I stood around the corner just out of his direct view. His face lit up immediately with relief. He got up slowly and walked to Jim and the twins. They hugged him in a group hug. Jim hugged him again after the group hug. "Are you doing okay son?" "Yeah, dad. I'm so glad to see you guys." Then he saw me lurking and walked over quickly. With no embarrassment at all, he grabbed me hard in a bear hug and kissed me on the lips and almost lifted my feet up. A blonde girl that was in the room watching TV looked fondly at him. He didn't let go of the hug for several seconds. My heart melted while in his arms. As he pulled away, he whispered in my ear. "You sexy motherfucker!" - - - Dean and I rode together in the small back seat. The others were sat comfortably on the large front seat. No one talked about his rehab, his experience there, or anything related to his addiction. We rode with his arm over the back seat resting on my shoulder. Our hips and inner legs touched and the connection made my dick stir. "You know I haven't shot a single load the entire time I was there?" He said it where everyone could hear. "Get out of here! What?" the twins and I said at once. "Seriously guys, I haven't jacked at all. I don't want to explain it, but let's just say I'm gonna shoot one fuckin' hell of a load for somebody!" With that said, he turned to me and we kissed. We started making out and I grabbed his dick through his jeans. "Hold off chief, don't make me spatter my panties too soon!" We all laughed while Jim just sighed and rolled his eyes. That lightened up the atmosphere. After joking around, the rest of the ride home was normal. The twins went back to their music or mobile devices. Dean and I just lay back and relaxed. I grabbed his hand and held it most of the way back home. Finally, we were turning into the gravel drive and up to our homes. As we got out, Jim spoke. "Hey guys, you and Jeff don't run off just yet. I wanna have a talk with y'all and your brother." I immediately understood that I wasn't included. "Dean will catch up with you later today, bud." Jim said and playfully patted my back. The twins carried in Dean's backpack and stuff. Jim followed. Dean walked over to me and whispered in my ear. "Hey dude, I'll come over as soon as dad's big talk is over. Oh, and I am about to tell my brothers we don't share a dad." "What?" I said excitedly. "I want to be open and honest with them. It's time...I think they know now anyway." He kissed me on the side of my face and grabbed my ass before walking away. Then I was outside alone just standing there feeling numb. I was distracted eventually by the sound of Alex's truck driving mom up to our house. "Fuck him..." I thought about Alex to myself. I still wasn't warming up to the man that was apparently fucking my mom. It was her business of course. I just didn't like him. He didn't seem genuine...I felt he was secretly a real prick. As they got out, I waved. Mom walked over and hugged me. "We just got back from bringing Dean home," I said. Alex was behind her looking like I just ruined his good mood. "I'm gonna head out babe!" he told her. He didn't acknowledge me at all. Did mom notice? He simply walked out, got into his truck, and drove off. I was glad. Mom and I went inside and I heated up some leftover meatloaf with a glass of iced tea. "That all you're eating babe?" "Yeah mom, I'm getting fat." "Oh honey, don't pay attention to what our cousin Becky said. I don't know how she changed into such a bitch!" I rolled my eyes. "She really used to be cool when we were teenagers...something changed!" Mom's cell rang. I heard her talking to someone from the hospital. After only a minute on the phone, she was heading to her room. "I've been called in. There's been some kind of fire at the hospital. It's been put out but all hell has broke lose!" She and I didn't get a chance to talk about Dean. She grabbed the overnight bag that was always packed in case she got called in and headed out the door. Again, I was alone. However, I took comfort in knowing Dean was home again next door. I wanted more food, but instead a guzzled down a of bottle of water. I thought about heading to the gym later, but didn't want to miss Dean if he came over. I hung around the house instead. I watched boring TV until I finally heard a knock at the door. "Come in!" I yelled. He slipped inside and shut the door. "Your mama's gone and you're not naked yet? What the fuck?" he joked. He ran over to me on the couch and plopped down with all his weight and attacked me. His tongue was so far down into my mouth I could hardly move my own tongue. I sucked hard on his tongue like it was a small dick. My taste buds were colliding with his. I pushed my hands up his shirt and pulled hard on his nipple rings. "Oh yes," he moaned. We made out in a frenzy on the couch. We rolled around until I had wrestled him on his back. I ripped off my shirt and tossed it behind me. I opened my button fly and zipper to get my dick out I wiggled around and let my pants fall to feet ad then kicked them free. Lying on the couch, he pulled off his pants and got rid of his own shirt. Now were both wearing socks only. I plopped back down on top of him. I'd waited so long to feel his warm skin next to mine again. We kissed slower and more passionately. My mouth moved down to his Adam's apple and I licked it up and down. My hard dick ground into his pubic hair. I licked up and down his neck because I knew it drove him crazy. He closed his eyes and moaned. I ran my fingers through his soft, dark brown hair. I could smell my own saliva covering his face and neck. His arms were stretched out over his head. I moved my own arms up to pin both of them down. The act of holding him down by gripping his hands and pushing my body weight against him gave me a feeling of power over him. He added to that by saying the magic words. "Fuck me!" Fucking Dean meant that I'd have to thoroughly lube his ass up with a good rim job. The couch didn't allow for the positions I enjoyed. So, I got up, released him, and led him to my bedroom. It was a mess and I hadn't changed the sheets in a week. The curtains were open so I closed them and turned on the stereo. The room was lit up only by the light from the electronic components in the room. I opened up my laptop and the desktop wallpaper added an eerie orange glow to the room. I clicked on an icon to activate a playlist and slow, moody music played. The scant light was just enough for me to see him naked. He was already on the bed on his belly. I'd waited so long to feast on his perfect ass. I was going to take my time on it. I knew mom would be tied up for at least another hour at work. The dim light made his bleach white skin glow, but you could still see the hair on his legs and arms mingling over it. I entered the bed from the far end by his feet. Sensing me there, he spread his legs apart. As I climbed on the bed on my knees, my hands ran up his calves—pausing at the soft crease where the legs bend and then up his inner hairy thighs. I marveled at how the hair on his body naturally stopped just at the ass and upper arms leaving most of it smooth except for pubic hair and some on his chest. With my knees between his thighs, my ran my hands up and down his back and butt cheeks. I was so lucky all of this was mine! I bent over and kiss his spine. It made him jump a little. My tongue followed the spinal column to the tailbone. I finally arrived at his hairy crack. I spread his cheeks to inhale his essence first. It was a mix of ass and some mystery soapy scent. I spread his cheeks apart tightly and lay my nose into his crack and let go of my hands. The cheeks closed back onto my nose and I sniffed hard. "Oh yeah, sniff my crack dude...it's all for you!" he said with his face deep in a pillow. I licked up and down his crack by starting at the musky taint and stopping at the tailbone. I let my chin whiskers scratch his hole each time. After his crack was thoroughly licked out, I kissed his butthole. First, a few times with my mouth closed. Then I began to make out with it by forcing my tongue inside. I could taste soap. In and out, I drove my down inside like a drill bit. I clamped down and formed a perfect suction on it. I began dispensing spit into it the best I could. It really didn't matter, he seemed to enjoy even dry fucks...but I primed him anyway. I got as much pleasure out of the act of eating ass as he did receiving it. I could understand why straight men loved to eat pussy. It's a wonderful sensation to run ones tongue up, down, around, and inside an asshole. The pucker of a hole is the perfect shape for sucking on...and the more I sucked and he pushed out, his hole being to puff up. It was ready. I had him roll over on his back. He pulled one of my pillows out from under his head and stuck it under his butt. He spread his knees. The runway was open and I was coming in for a landing. Just the way he liked it, I pushed in with one solid stroke until my dick was all the way inside. I began pumping with a medium tempo as I lowered myself onto him. I began nursing on his left tit. The ring clanked on my front teeth as I licked and sucked his perfect nipple. I alternated to the right tit. While sucking on the right side, I stimulated the other one with the tip of my finger. He was moaning and cooing. The sound of him moaning drove me crazy and I fucked faster. "Oh fuck, I missed your dick up my...UHH...ass." he said out of breath. I raised myself up like I was doing pushups and looked down into his eyes. "Open your mouth stud," I said. He opened it and I spit a long fat drool of spit onto his waiting tongue. He closed his mouth and swallowed. "More!" he begged. I fucked hard and spit down into his mouth again and again. The contrast of his red lips and dark whiskers against his extremely pale skin was so sexy. I grabbed his hands from his sides and pushed them up past his head to pin him down again. This time my I buried my nose in his armpit and sucked on the soft, bushy hair there. It was full of fresh sweat with a hint of deodorant. The alkaline taste of his antiperspirant made my tongue tingle. When I wasn't paying attention, he caught me off guard and grabbed my head and rammed it into the other armpit. He gripped it hard and pushed my face all into his pit. It was damper than the other one. We started playfully wrestling and my dick plopped out of his juicy hole. We rolled around and with all of his might, he pinned me down. With my arms pinned down, he rolled his ass around until it was over my cock and sat hard on it. He began riding me. He let go of me and put his arms over me and wiggled around like he was a stripper giving me a lap dance but with my dick in his hole. It was too much for me. I began bucking into his ass and my load exploded inside. Well, shooting my load deep inside his ass after the awesome build up was so intense. I figured he was about to jack off and shoot his load while my cock was still inside him...but hell no! He got off me and roughly pushed me sideways. He forced me onto my back and I heard him spit on his dick. With his spit and my sweat in my crack as the only lube, he mounted me and started hammering my ass. He'd waited until I was vulnerable and relaxed in my post orgasm state to push me over and start pounding me. Well played. There wasn't any pain, but there was an intense pressure as his dick poked against the wall of my rectum. He reached around and with the tip of his fingers squeezing the living shit out of my nipples with no mercy. I yelled in protest but he covered my mouth with one of his hands to muffle me. My dick was hard, but after he'd pushed me on my stomach it was pointing to my feet pressed down against the sheets. With the pressure of his body on me fully, my dick was bent backwards and felt like it was going to break. To make it worse, he reached between our legs and jacked it by pulling it backwards harder still. Imagine someone pulling your dick from behind you and pulling it between your legs until it was pointing the opposite way. He showed no mercy as he rammed me hard. I tried to cry out again but he gripped my jaw hard with the other hand. I was out of breath and could only breath through my nose. My bed was rocking so hard that the floor creaked. I was the muscular one and he was skinny...but he somehow was overpowering me. It was cold outside, the heater was off, but I was still dripping with sweat. At some point I felt him chewing on my hair...sucking the sweat out and lightly biting my scalp. I don't know how he managed the next sexual position, but I felt his arm wrap around my neck and he gripped it hard. I could barely breath. His other long arm reached under me and pulled my dick in a normal position. He started jacking it. He fucked the hell out of my ass and was giving my poor hole a beating. The room was filled with the "whap! Whap!" sound of skin slapping skin...I started cumming for the second time. I didn't feel much jizz squirting out but my orgasm was as intense as before. The pounding of his dick and the milking action of his hand had me squealing like a goddamn pig! He kept fucking me like I was his bitch in heat. Then he started cumming and gripped my upper body hard. He yelled out as he moaned and contorted on top of me. He bit into my shoulder. When he finally stopped, he collapsed and fell off me. "Oh my god...fuck!" He started laughing as if he was delirious. "Dude...I've never cum that hard. It's been so long since I've shot a load that it seriously burned coming out!" We started laughing as he rubbed the bite mark on my shoulder. "Were you really happy to see me or was that some kind of grudge fuck?" I asked laughing. "I don't know dude...I just wanted to fuck the shit out of you. I think you liked it whatever it was." We rolled over and kissed until we heard a car door outside. Without panicking, I quickly got up and snatched our clothes from the living room floor...well, what I could find. I popped back inside just before mom entered the front door. I popped my head out of the door, and honestly spoke up. "Mom, Dean's here. We'll be out in a bit." "Okay..." she with no surprise. It was kind of cool to be open about him being there. I didn't outright say he and I were having sex or were naked—I just let her know that he was there and she respected our privacy. I'm sure that mom knew what we were up to—it was obvious that the shower was being turned on. We soaped each other up and washed the sweat and sex smells off...rinsed out our oozing butt holes, etc. Finally, were dressed again. Dean found all of his clothes except for a sock. He put the single sock on my bed and put his shoes on. We went into the living room but mom was already in her bedroom with the door shut. Dean left and I went back to my room to take a nap until it was dinner time. I held his sock to my nose. - - - I slept later than I meant to and I missed watching Cops on TV—one of my favorite shows. I pondered over the sex we'd had earlier...it was the fuck of all fucks to date. He'd never been that rough with me—which surprised me. I was just as surprised at how much I loved it. But I still couldn't tell if the sex was intense because he was relieving pent up horniness—or was it payback? - - - The next day was bright and sunny, but windy as hell. I tried to sleep late but woke up at half past eight. I turned on ESPN and watched some interviews of basketball players who were talking about the upcoming "March Madness" games. My stomach growled and I was hoping mom would be up soon to cook breakfast. I could hear two voices outside of my window and I peeped outside. The owner of the trailer park was talking to Jim. Jim was dressed in denim shorts and tennis shoes with a sweatshirt that had the sleeves cut out. He seemed to wear shorts all year round. I couldn't hear what they were saying. I thought about slowly sliding my window open but it would have made too much noise. Jim reached up to adjust his baseball cap from the wind and exposed a sexy armpit full of matted hair. My dick shifted against my leg as I lay on my bed looking out. I wondered if they were talking about the owner selling the place. Ever since I had found out that he planned to do so, I got nervous every time I saw him. He came regularly at least once a month to check on the place, but it was usually when I was at work. Because I couldn't hear anything, I just slid back down onto the covers. I stroked my dick thinking about Jim outside. I wondered if my relationship with Dean endured, would I continue having sex with his family or would that taper off? Surely his dad eventually was going to find a boyfriend—and who was going to accept that lifestyle over there? Naked teens, naked dad, brothers fucking or sucking, and next door boyfriend getting fucked by all. It was like something from a Jerry Springer show. I snapped out of my daze when my phone rang. "Hello," I said. "I knew you would be up. What are you doing?" Dean asked. "What about you? You're up before noon?" I joked. "Yeah, well I'd been getting up at eight for a month now in rehab. I guess I got used to it." I rolled over and closed my eyes and stretched. "I'm about to head to the gym. Will you come with me?" "Sure dude...give me about twenty minutes." "What for?" I asked. "I gotta find the right thing to wear!" I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Ok, meet me out by the car." I sat up grabbed the socks I had worn the day before and pulled them on. I dug through my drawer and found a t-shirt that didn't fit too tight and some shorts. I went to my bathroom sink and rinsed my face in the cold water and brushed my teeth. My hair was a mess, so I just stuck a cap on. I grabbed my keys and headed out. Mom was still sleeping. Outside I found Dean nervously twitching around as if he was nervous. "You okay?" I asked. "Yeah, but I'm craving a god damn cigarette. I haven't had one in weeks." "You serious?" I asked. "Wow. I'm used to you smoking like a chimney." He smacked me on the ass. "Let's get out of here," he said. We got in my car and drove out onto the main road. He was silent at first. "We had the talk last night?" he said. "Which one?" "Dad and I told my brothers that I have a different paternal father." "No shit? How did they take it?" I asked. "Well, dad didn't tell them about the sex triangle that mom, dad, and Hank had going before mom got knocked up. He admitted he was friends with mom and Hank before and after I was born. We told them that Hank was killed in combat, dad fell for mom later, and they got married later after I was born. Dad told them he adopted me legally when I was a baby." He paused and looked at cute guy riding a bicycle in the other direction as I drove down our country road. "He didn't tell them all the other stuff. I had to tell them...you see Dave, when my dad busted me, I told him that he wasn't even my real dad right in front of my brothers." "How did your brothers take it?" "Well, they obviously had time to think about it before after my dumb ass had spilled the beans. They acted mature about it. They had a few questions like who was my "other family". I had to confess to them that our trips to Austin had really been for me to meet or visit Hank's family...like my Aunt." Then the put his hands over his face and leaned back in a strange contemplation and sighed. "Dave, I really hurt my dad when I said that to him. He's acted a little strange since I got back. I was such a fuckin' asshole to throw it in his face." "Well, then apologize to him. Tell him you're sorry." "Yeah...I will." The mood had grown somber and we were only halfway to the gym. I put on some of his favorite music in the CD player and the car was filled with the deep bass, a hard beat droned, and the windows vibrated. He slid his hand over and rested it on my leg without speaking for a couple of minutes. "Dad says that I HAVE to get a job. He's not bending on that one." "What about college?" I asked keeping my eyes on the road. "I don't know if I really want to go back. I don't know if I want to even pursue that degree anymore. I'm thinking of changing my major and transferring here." He meant the local university. I was secretly shouting, "YES" in my head. "Well first things first...I just don't want a shitty high school job this time around. I'll look for something more substantial then making tacos or cleaning up other people's messes." We drove on in silence until we reached the gym. - - - Saturday mornings were busy at the gym. It seemed to be everyone's day or "catch up" day. Basically, it was wall to wall hot men. There was eye candy of all ages and types. I wasn't sure if Dean would find the gym boring or not. He wasn't into playing sports as much as I was, but he could hold his own when talking about sports with other guys. He was a great runner when we used to go jogging. Surely he'd find something he liked to do at the gym. At the front desk, I checked in by letting them scan my gym card. I explained that I had brought a guest. They made Dean fill visitor form and stuff. After checking in, we moved on into the main gym. "Holy fuck!" he said looking all around. "What?" "I think I better join too. I'm not letting you come here alone with all these hot fuckers. Look at all these hot guys!" The look on his face was serious. "You see someone you want take home?" I joked. "No...I see too many I think YOU would take home." I didn't know if he was joking or making an underhanded comment about not trusting me. I really couldn't tell. We walked over to the small lockers in the open area in which anyone could put in a quarter and store a small bag or purse while working out. I forced in my small backpack and took the key out and shoved it in the pocket of my shorts. I took Dean through my normal workout routine and we took turns at the machines rotating back and forth. Surprisingly, he could take most of the same weights that I lifted or pushed. I remembered that he was trying to get buff when I met him and his muscles had been developing before all the drug shit. After the two of us finished a routine with the machines and some free weights, we moved on to the indoor track and did about forty minutes of cardio by jogging. I had to admit, I was jealous at the way he barely broke a sweat and effortlessly ran. We both used to sweat like pigs in the summertime, but the gym was a more controlled environment. Even so, by the last five minutes of our running, I was getting tired and he wasn't put out at all. When I slowed down to walk and cool down, he didn't notice right away. He stopped when he realized I wasn't next to him. He looked back and I caught up to him in a walking pace. "Dude, you getting soft?" "No, I'm getting fat!" I joked. "Whatever!" He said. He looked so cute smiling at me with the gap in his front teeth exposed. I wanted to grab him and kiss him right there. As we stood there at the edge of the track, I looked off and saw a former high school bud glaring at us. It was Rob Jimenez. I looked back over at him and nodded a "hello". He looked the other direction and walked off. "What a prick!" I said to Dean. "What?" I told him what I'd seen. Rob was a cool guy back in high school. We'd been in Athletics together and had been partners in some of the events a sports tournament that my school had been part of back in high school. I'd hung with Rob and other guys before having pizza on Fridays or had gone to movies with him and a group of other guys and chicks. I was surprised that he'd just snubbed me. "I love you for your naiveté. Have you forgotten that now everyone knows we're a couple of fags? Especially since I popped Karl in the face at Miranda's party. People talk." "You think everyone knows by now?" I asked dumbly. "Of course. So fuck that bastard if he can't take it. Maybe he's in the closet himself and is bitter because he can't be open like us." Dean explained. "When did you become the old wise man?" I said sarcastically. "I'm not...I just can figure out peoples' body language and way of thinking better than you...I can "read" folks." I was ready for a topic change. "Let's go for a swim! I brought you some shorts and a towel." I suggested. "Are you out of your mind, bro? "There's a regular pool and a heated pool...even a whirlpool." I added. "Okay, I'll try it but if that water is cold my ass is getting out!" We went into the aquatics area and saw a few old ladies in the therapy pool. Some old guy was swimming in the regular pool. About five or six people of mixed age and races were in the whirlpool. Dean and I slipped into the dressing room. There was a tiny section of lockers and a toilet and urinal just past them with a wall panel in between. The toilet was in a standard stall with a door. There was a counter with a sink opposite the toilet. "Wow man, I can see us having sex in here...this is perfect!" We laughed and then the door opened--a thirty something dude walked in and went straight to the stall. Dean raised one eyebrow at me. "Cruisers already?" he whispered. "Watch this." Dean walked up to the sink. He was visible to the dude in the stall if the guy sitting on the toilet was looking through the cracks around the stall door. I remained around the other side of the small divider. Dean sexily pulled off his shorts and tossed them to me. I tossed the extra pair of swim trunks to him. Just wearing a t-shirt and tennis shoes, he hopped up on the counter. His ass was sitting directly on the faux marble top and his dick flopped over its edge. He pulled off his shirt and through it at me. He very slowly undid the laces of his black tennis shoes and slowly pulled each one off. Finally, he pulled his red cotton socks off one at a time. He threw those to me too. I sniffed his socks before cramming them in my bag with his other stuff. He lifted his legs obscenely and pulled on the swimming trunks and then slid off the counter. The entire episode lasted fifteen seconds, but he gave that dude a show. We put my bag in a locker and I popped my own combination lock on it. We walked out to the pool area and I had a towel over my crotch covering up my growing bulge. "Someone's got a woody!" he teased. I elbowed him in the ribs. He just laughed. "Let's sit here on the bench before we get in the water," he said. My erection subsided and I did some stretches. He watched the clock over the dressing room and kept staring. "What?" I asked. "I bet in one minute he will come out and won't look at us. He's going to jack off, wash off, and then flee." "Well, you're the "people reader"!" I said sarcastically. However, he was correct. The dude walked out hurriedly after another minute and didn't make eye contact. "Don't you see? There is another main locker room with bathrooms closer to the machines and stuff. You pointed it out when we came in. Why would he come in here just to use this restroom if he had no intent to swim?" "I see your point," I said. "I will bet you money the next time we come we'll see him go to the bathroom for sure!" "Let's get in the water!" I said. We walked over to the Olympic pool and Dean stuck his toe in only. "Fuck, that's cold!" Of course, I pushed him in and jumped in after him! "You bastard!" he yelled trying to gain his footing. We started splashing each other and rough housing. The old ladies in the other pool were staring but didn't look mad. We quickly calmed down but dean made his way to the ladder and climbed out. "I'm not swimming around in that ice bucket!" "You pussy!" I teased. It wasn't freezing but it wasn't warm at all. I got out of the water too and led him to the therapy pool. It was a regular pool, four feet deep, but not as large as the Olympic pool and it was truly heated. It wasn't roped off into lanes like the other pool. We walked into the water from the concrete steps. "Oh, now this is better!" he said. The water felt warm like bath water...probably about ninety degrees. It did feel good after being in the cold pool. "Come on!" he shouted and took off swimming to the other side. I took off to follow him and we swam several laps back and forth. The two old ladies in the opposite side were doing some kind of exercise with foam barbells. And damn him--he was faster than me! In all of our time together, we'd never gone swimming together like this. He was really showing off. We finally stopped and got out breaths. "Dude, I passed your ass up!" I was feeling more out of shape then before. I had seriously let myself go. Maybe I had never noticed that Dean was secretly a good athlete too. "Yeah, you got me!" I admitted. I splashed him the face. The two older ladies looked at us. "How you doin' ma'am?" I said. "Sorry we made so much noise!" She just laughed. "That's what the pool is for...you a good swimmah!" she said to Dean with an accent. She went back to talking to friend and doing their exercises in place. Dean snuck up behind me and almost whispered. "Are you kidding...why would we bother them? I'm sure they think we're hot. Those old cougars! You probably got their pussies activated by walking in the room!" I splashed him in the face again. He took off swimming and we did some more laps until we tired out. Once I got out of the water, I felt tired but in a good, relaxed way. I planned on ending my workouts in the pool from then on. For the moment though, we went to the dressing room and dried off and put our sweaty gym clothes back on. As we were walking out of the aquatics area, I stopped and spoke to him. "Did you enjoy it here today...I mean the exercise?" "Yeah dude, it was fun," he replied. I led him back to the counter. "My friend would like to join, too." I said. "I can't afford this dude!" he protested. "It's on me!" The lady handed him an application and he signed up for the same plan as me. I bought him an annual membership paid in advance with my debit card. He remained looking surprised the whole time. I was beaming. "Dude, that's money you're saving up for your school," he said as we walked out to my car. "So...do you really not want it? I thought you wanted to go here with me." I felt a little hurt. I stopped and turned to face him. "Oh fuck no, I love it. Never mind dude...I was stupid for saying it that way. I love you!" He kissed me right there in the parking lot with people coming and going. It was a quick but passionate kiss. We walked on to my car and our stride was shoulder to shoulder. We parted at the car and opened the doors to get in. I was so happy. - - - I wanted to spend the whole weekend with Dean. He spent the rest of Sunday afternoon hanging with his dad and brothers. They went out to a movie or something. I normally was invited but I guess they wanted it to be just a family thing. I'd spend the rest of the day napping and watching rented DVD's. Mom had hung out with Alex. I heard them talking and laughing in the living room but I never went out of my room until he left. Monday morning came too soon and the regular routine began again: gym, work, and then school. While I loved my job and the trade school was cool, I'd love to lay in bed and sleep late any day if I could. Once out of bed, showered, and on my way to the gym I was usually motivated for the rest of the day. I still preferred the weekends because of the lazing around and having sex. The rest of the week flew by. I saw Dean in the evenings. I got an occasional blow job or vice versa, but I was usually too tired to hang much after I got home. I barely saw my mom except for in passing in the mornings. She seemed to be happy with her growing relationship with Alex. I tried, but I couldn't warm up to him. Frankly, I didn't think he cared about me either. - - - Dean went on a job search blitz by using various websites to look for local work. College was not going to be pursued until the next year (he said). He didn't have much luck finding anything locally. All the good call center jobs were closer to Dallas or Fort Worth. End the end, he gave up on local stuff and applied for several jobs in Fort Worth (the closest business center—Dallas was too far). After some interviews, he landed a call center job for a loan and financial services company. The subject matter wasn't his passion, but he had the analytical and mathematical mind needed for it. I was happy for him but was a little jealous because he got paid more than me—he was just a new-hire! Despite his new job being in Fort Worth--the same city as my trade school, our schedules were not going to be in sync. He'd be there during business hours and I'd be in the city only in the evenings. At least he'd have less time to sit around idle. Unfortunately, I wouldn't be around during the week to make sure he was staying clean. He was due to start working the week after Spring Break. - - - Even though my trade school was not a college, they still observed Spring Break. If anything, it was so that the students could be off with their families. I would be working all that week, but would have the evenings totally free. I couldn't wait. The first day of Spring Break, Monday, I came home from work feeling kind of stressed out. I had made a fuck up and damaged a car part. It was an accident and the part was not expensive, but would take another two days to have a replacement part mailed in. No one made a big deal out of it...except for me. I was embarrassed. Debra said, "Don't sweat it!" After work, I planned on doing nothing but being lazy. Mom was gone and I was jacking off when I heard a bang underneath the trailer. I wiped off my hands and pulled my jeans on. I thought it might be an animal but the noise was really loud. I hopped out of the back door and walked to the rear of the trailer beyond mom's room. Scurrying out from under my trailer through the opening of the skirting was a dusty and dirty Dean. "What are you doing dude?" I asked. He crawled out and stood up and faced me with an angry look. "Uhh...I thought I saw a dog under your house!" Fuck that...I new exactly what he'd been looking for. To be continued. Comments are welcome--Remember, your donations allow everyone to enjoy this and other stories—please consider a donation to Nifty.org!!