Date: Fri, 31 May 2013 22:08:56 -0500
From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: My Twisted Boyfriend PT 13

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My Twisted Boyfriend (sequel to Twisted Next Door Neighbors) PT 13

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

I'd just found Dean snooping under our mobile home.  The mobile home had an
aluminum skirting all the way around it except for the back which faced the
old barbed wire fence and new neighborhood.  Dean had dirt on his knees and
cobwebs in his hair.

"You're fucking lying to me," I said.

I didn't say it with anger...I just said it as a matter of fact.

"Then why did you ask me and make me look stupid."

I shrugged my shoulders.

"I just wanted to get rid of all that stuff," he said.

"Well your dad already did.  He got it out of your car and house.  He made
us all go around and look for any of your stashes and I found the old box
of pills.  It's all gone."

"Did he go through your own room and look for any pills that YOU still
have?" he said slyly.

"No...not yet.  I don't have anything left in my room anymore." I told him.

I wanted to believe his reason for snooping under our house but I'd knew he
was bullshitting me.

"Let's go inside," I said.

We walked around the corner and into the back door of my house.  I grabbed
a Coke and we went to my room.

"Where's your mom?"

"She's probably gone to Alex's place on the way home."

I sat down on the bed and he scooted next to me.

"You don't care for him do you?  I can tell by the way you guys interact."

I swallowed some Coke and then replied.

"He seems to be fake-friendly to me.  When mom turns around or is in
another room, he acts like I disgust him."

"Hmmm...does he know you're gay?"

"Yeah, mom told him."

"Maybe he's into you."

"You think everyone is bi or gay.  I'm so sure..."

"Or maybe he resents you because he wants your mom's attention to himself."

"That might be more realistic," I replied.

"Maybe he gets pissed because when you're here he can't mount her on the
coffee table like I do to you."

I rolled my eyes.  He didn't let up.

"Yeah, he can't lay back during a game on TV and get some good head from
your mama with you around."

I picked up a dirty sock and threw it at him and hit his face.

"Don't talk about my mom like that!"

I grabbed him and tickled him under his arms and ribs.  I was relentless.

"Stop it!  Hahahah!  I mean it!"

I didn't let up.  I kept on tickling him until his face was red and he
cried for mercy.

"Okay, okay...you owed me that one," he said recovering.  He walked over to
the mirror and fixed his hair.

"Do you think I should let it keep growing out or cut it all off?"

"I don't care...you look hot either way."'

"Come over here and let me do your hair up again!"

"No dude...no thanks."

I got up and stood behind him as he brushed his hair with my comb.  I slid
my arms around his sexy, slim waist and kissed his neck.  He tossed the
comb by the sink and playfully rubbed his ass into my crotch.  Just then my
phone rang.  I pulled it out of my pocket and read the caller ID.  It was
dad.

"Hey bud!" he said.

"Hey, dad! How are you?"

Dad and I began chatting.  I moved back to the bed and sat down and lay
back with my feet still on the floor.  He was catching me up on the latest
family news.  Dean moved over and unzipped my pants.  I put my hand on his
to make him stop—I mean hell, I was trying to talk to my dad!

He pushed my hand away and pulled out my hardening cock.  He immediately
began giving me head.  It felt so good.  It felt hot to be on the phone
while getting head!

"Yeah dad, I'm still here."

I kept trying to concentrate on the conversation, but Dean was relentless.  He
undid the button of my fly and struggled to pull my pants down until I
lifted my ass up.  He alternated licking my ball sac and deep throating me.
I talked to dad for another five minutes.  He was talking about inviting me
to visit for a few days while the girls were away for Spring Break with
their mom.

"Yeah, sure dad...uh huh."

Two wet fingers slid up into my hole and I started cumming while talking to
my dad.  I tried to hold the phone away from my mouth so he wouldn't hear
my breath.  I grabbed Dean's head hard with the other hand and fucked it
until my orgasm was done.  Then I let my body go limp.

"Okay dad...Love you."

I clicked the button to hang up and tossed the phone behind me.

"You asshole!" I said with a tired laugh.

He hopped up on the bed and got on top of me and we kissed.  All my cum was
still in his mouth.  We mixed it all around with our tongues until it was
gone.

"I wanted some Vicodin.  That's what I really was looking for.  Is it
really all gone or did you stash it in here someplace?"

I looked into his eyes.

"It's all gone, Dean.  You need to cut all of it out cold turkey...taking
other pills is just as bad as your meth." I told him.

He answered, "I just needed something to help me chill.  I got a phone call
earlier from the new job.  Training classes are canceled indefinitely.  No
reason was given."

I stroked his hair.  I felt sorry for him.  I could have used some Vicodin
myself, but I'd be a hypocrite to take some of mom's (or whatever she might
have in her bathroom) and then preach to him not to do it.  I also
regretted that I wouldn't be able to smoke weed with him anymore.

"Dad's gonna be pissed."

"Why?  You were offered a job before they snatched it away.  It isn't your
fault.  I think he'll understand."

"Yeah, but then he'll be on my ass to hit the pavement to look for another
right away." Dean replied.

"So?"

"I don't wanna work...I don't wanna go to school.  I just wish I could sleep
all day."

I didn't know where he was going with this.  Was it a self pity thing or
was he suffering from depression?  He could even be faking it.

"Dad invited me to go see him this coming weekend.  If I can get off work
and be home by Monday afternoon, I can still make my class that day.  I can
try to ask to be off after Thursday.  Why don't you come with me?"

"You really want me to come?" he asked.

"We've never taken a road trip together.  I'll be fun...if I can get off."

"Okay...sure." he answered.

I wanted him to come with me to cheer him up but also because I didn't
trust him alone all week while everyone was at work or school.  The next
day at work, I convinced Debra to let me be off all weekend.  Lucky for me,
business was really slow even with others taking time off for their kids'
Spring Break holiday.  I was off on Sunday anyway so I only needed to be
off on Friday, Saturday, and Monday.  I was relieved when I got clearance
to be off.

- - -

We left for Houston on Thursday evening.  I had to wait until I got off
work and wanted to wait until rush hour in Fort Worth was over.  Traveling
at night was more exciting for me.  With regular stops for food, gas, or
taking a piss, I estimated it would be a five hour drive.  Dad had to work
Friday morning but would be taking a half day off and would spend the
weekend with us.  My sisters and step mom would not be back until late
Sunday.

The weather was good at home starting out, but midway through our trip, we
ran into a few bad flash floods.  After the storms were over, it continued
to rain but only in a light drizzle.  The road had been slippery and the
tires tried to hydroplane a few times.  I was kind of tense still after
things settled down.  After the storms, Dean sensed my mood.  He made his
seat recline all the way backwards and climbed into the back seat.  He
scooted over right behind my own seat and began to rub my neck and
shoulders.

"Oh man, that feels fuckin' good!"

"I know...because I'm doing it!" he said.

There were few cars on the road and the clock read half past eleven.  The
light rain made it hard to see very far in the distance.  I was melting as
he kept massaging.  He slid his long arm down and pulled up my t-shirt and
tried to lift it off.

"Move your arms," he ordered.

I moved one off the wheel at a time and freed myself from the shirt.  He
carefully pulled the rest of it over my head quickly so I could keep my
eyes on the road.  He continued to rub my neck and shoulders...a few times
his hands went up and he ran his fingers across my temples and scalp.  Then
his hands went down again and stroked my chest.  My dick was pressed hard
against my jeans...I wasn't wearing underwear.

"Mmmm." I moaned.

His right hand went down to my crotch and felt my hard cock through the
denim fabric.

"Oh, you're hard alright...nice!"

Then a semi truck entered the highway and began to pass us.  I had the
cover of the sunroof pushed back.  The trucker would likely see us through
the top of the car or from the side windows.

"Dude, that trucker can see!" I said.

"See what?  A shirtless guy in a car?  That's not a crime?  Massaging you
isn't a crime.  How do you know he won't be turned on?"

I gave in and stopped complaining.  I felt conspicuous riding shirtless in
chilly weather, but I was so damn comfortable.  The truck stayed steady
with us and Dean moved over and looked up at driver.

"He's like my dad's age.  He wasn't even looking down at us!"

I wasn't speeding because of the wet roads.  The truck was going faster and
eventually passed us.  I relaxed again.

"You kill me.  You get mad when I put you in a position to show off.  But
you have done riskier stuff all by yourself like how you told me you jogged
naked on that country road."

"Yeah? So what?"

He didn't argue anymore but started stroking my chest and belly from the
backseat again.  It started to rain harder again and we began to see a lot
of lightning.

"Exit here." he ordered.

"Why?"

"Do it now!"

I obeyed and pulled off the road.  The rain poured harder and the sound of
it on the roof was louder than the music I had been playing.

"Pull all the way off the road to that next gate."

He was referring to a metal gate on the side of the access road that
followed the interstate highway.  It was the entrance to some private dirt
road.  When the lightning flashed, I saw a pasture surrounded by trees with
cows patiently sitting under them.  Thunder rolled loudly.

Next to the gate were big bushes on either side of it.  I parked in the
dark gap next to the gate and turned the car off.  It became pitch black
around us except for when lightning flashed.  Rain poured hard on the car.

"Take your clothes off!" he said.

I undid my seatbelt and started stripping off my shoes and jeans.  I was
just in socks.  He climbed back over his reclined seat and was already
naked.  We could see taillights of cars on the highway now and then.

"I wanna fuck you here and now!" he barked.

Lying in his seat, he patted his leg as an indicator to come sit on his lap.
He reached around into his backpack and fumbled around until he pulled out
a small bottle of lube.

"I knew we'd need this at some point!"

He poured some liberally onto his dick and told me to sit on it.  I moved
over and sat over his dick facing him.  My back leaned against the dash.  It
was exciting to be naked in the car with traffic passing nearby.  I eased
onto his dick.  My own dick had never gone limp ever since the massage had
started.

"That's right!  Sit down on my cock, dude."

I eased onto it without any extra lube.  I trusted his dick to have enough
lube on it for entry.  The head pressed against my sphincter with a little
resistance until I just went for it and sat on it hard.  The angle of his
dick caused it to be stuck and then it slid in hard and it hurt.

"AHHH FUCK!" I yelled.

"Quit crying dude.  I've banged your ass harder than that."

I held onto the seat and slowly rode his dick.  After the initial
discomfort from the bad mounting subsided, it felt good to have his long
dick filling me up.  He pulled down hard on my hips and pressed his cock in
all the way.  It started to hurt again but I said nothing.  I wondered why
I was so twisted to enjoy the pain.

"You like that pressure huh?"

"Uh huh," I whispered.

He squeezed my tits really hard and wouldn't let go until I flinched.  Then
he let go and licked each one to soothe the pain.  I let go of the seat and
put my arms up against the roof of the car.  I could smell my steamy pits.

"Smells like someone didn't shower today," he said.

Still sitting on his cock with my knees on either side of him, he pulled me
down and rubbed his face in my armpit.  He sucked it out good and chewed on
the dank hairs.  His hips began to slowly buck underneath me.  I kept all
my weight against him and we made out.  Being heavier than him, he wasn't
able to lift me much with each thrust of his hips, but it didn't seem to
matter.  He was receiving stimulation just the same with small in and out
strokes.

About half an hour of passed as we made out and I rode his dick.  He
finally came in a long, erotic orgasm.

"Ohhhhh yeahh...uhhhhhhhh."

It was over and he was done.

"Get dressed," he said.

He didn't even offer to get me off.  I started jacking off.

"No, I wanna get you off at your dad's.  Put that thing away!"

I stopped stroking and moved off him.  We slowly dressed as it took a
minute or so to find where each piece of clothing had ended up.  With my
clothes on, I sniffed inside my shirt and I smelled rank.  What would my
dad think?  Gay or straight, guys all know the smell of cum—those "after
sex" odors.  I felt cum trying to ooze into my jeans after I was back in
the driver's seat.  I kept my hole tight until the press subsided.

It had stopped raining completely by the time we were back on the road and
we could see the night clouds clearing and allowing stars to poke
through.  Neither
of us spoke.  As I drove onward, his left hand grabbed my right one and he
squeezed it.  Soon he was asleep and snoring.

- - -

It was well after midnight when we arrived at dad's place.  As he
requested, I called him when we were a few blocks away.  It was raining
again.  When we arrived, I woke up Dean and we gathered all of our stuff
and ran in quickly.  Despite our speed, we were soaked.

Dad greeted us at the door wearing just some boxer shorts.  He'd been
asleep and his hair was all messed up.  His glasses were off.  Even though
I was soaked and didn't smell too good, dad grabbed me in a bear hug and
gave me a kiss on the forehead.

"Good to see you son!"

"You too, dad!"

He went over to Dean and gave him a friendly hug.

"Glad you could come Dean, we can all visit for once without all the women
around!" he said jokingly.

We followed him from the foyer into the den.

"I've got the sofa bed made up for you two.  It's old but hopefully the
mattress won't be too lumpy."

"Well be fine, dad!"

"Okay, well I'm gonna hit the sack.  I'll be at work until noon and then
I'll head home and we'll find something fun to do."

"Cool!" I replied.

We sat our backpacks and my overnight bag down on the floor and pulled off
our wet clothes.  I heard dad's footsteps above us as he walked back
upstairs to his room.  It felt good to finally peel my socks off.  I'd had
them on since morning and they weren't even a clean pair.  You know that
feeling right when you pull them off and you can wriggle your toes in
freedom?  Well, soon we were naked and spooning under the covers.  Dean
rubbed his feet against my tired ones.

"Dude...I've never seen your dad out of business clothes and no glasses.  He's
hot!"

"Oh god..." I said.

"No, seriously...I've visited with him a few times before but he's always so
formal looking.  And did you check out his butt?  I'm seeing now where you
get it all from...wonder if his dick is bigger than yours?"

I sighed and rolled over the other way.

"Don't go to sleep.  I told you I'd get you off once we got here.  How do
you want it?"

"Hmmm, how about a hand job!"

It was a little bit of payback.  Although I loved being jacked off, it took
longer to get me off that way than getting blown or fucking his ass.  I
wanted to make him work for my cum after depriving me of an orgasm in the
car.  He rolled over to grab the lube from his bag and popped it open to
squirt some on his hand.  Soon enough, I was getting an excellent dick
massage.

He knew just how to do it.  He played with my low hanging balls while he
milked my cock with the other hand.  I put my hands behind my head with
elbows out and felt like a king.  I really didn't care if I came or not
because his hands felt so damn good!  In fact, I didn't even try to come
for the longest until he said his arms were getting tired.  I closed my
eyes and imagined a familiar fantasy.

I imagined myself watching a UFC fight at a busy sports bar with no women
about except for the barmaid.  I thought of myself getting turned on by the
hot fighters on the screen.  One of the dudes next to me notices and
whispers to his friends.  The next thing I know I'm being pulled to a room
with pool tables and my clothes are being stripped off.  I imagined me
getting fucked in the ass and face-fucked by men of all colors, ages, and
sizes.  I am choking on cum and my ass is so full of jizz it's leaking.  I
thought of myself squealing like a pig getting almost raped...then I started
shooting my load into Dean's hands.

"Nice load babe!  What were you thinking about?"

I was honest and admitted my fantasy in detail.

"Damn, that's hot.  Where was I in your fantasy gang fuck?"

I started to explain but he stuck his cum covered fingers in my mouth.

"I'm just kidding fool.  Eat this cum and let's go to sleep.  I'm bushed."

I licked all my cum off of his hand and fingers.  I stayed semi-hard and
was horny enough to give it another go.  Instead, he was snuggled next to
me and snoring before I knew it.

- - -

The next morning, I heard dad getting up and moving about in the kitchen.  We
were out of sight from him so I didn't panic about us being naked...besides,
we were covered up.  I heard dad go out the kitchen door to the garage to
get into his car.  I lay there thinking about all kinds of things until
Dean woke up and kissed me.

"Morning, stud," he said.

He grabbed my dick and lightly stroked it.

"I'm hungry...you?" I asked.

"Yeah." he agreed.

We got up and walked naked through the house and into the kitchen.  There
morning sun was glaring through the windows around the dining table.

"It's very "homey" here." Dean said.

"Yeah, I miss living in a real house."

"I don't remember otherwise," he said glumly.

"You want me to cook something?" I asked.

"Cook or burn?" he joked.

"I can cook some decent eggs."

To prove myself, I got out some eggs, bacon, and bread and started putting
a breakfast together.

"You might have had breakfast cooked for you before if you didn't sleep
until noon every day," I joked.

He rolled his eyes and flipped me the bird.

"You do look hot cooking me breakfast in the buff, though." He said.

My dick started rising as I checked the bacon in the broiler.  I loved
showing off for him.  I cracked the eggs and beat them in a bowl before I
poured them into the skillet full of melted butter.  As I beat the eggs, my
dick and balls jiggled.  The toaster clicked and hot toast popped up.

"You wanna grab some glasses?" I told him.

I motioned to the cabinet behind me and he got out two glasses.  He went to
the fridge and poured one full of juice and the other with milk.  He sat
them on the bar between the kitchen and the dining area.  He sat on the
stool and watched me finish cooking and plating the food.  I slid the full
plates of food on the counter and grabbed some forks and knives from the
drawer.

"Damn dude, I didn't know I'd been fucking Martha Stewart!"

That time I flipped him off.

I sat down in the bar stool next to him.  We dug in and ate until both
plates were empty.

"Mmmm.  That was as good as my dad's breakfast!  Your mama taught you well!"

I answered with an extremely loud burp.

"Well, okay then!" he laughed.

We cleaned up the kitchen and headed to the bathroom upstairs to shower.  We
used the girl's bathroom instead of dad's larger one.  Dad's was in the
master bedroom and I didn't want to intrude in there.  I was looking really
scruffy and smelled musky--I needed the bath.  I relaxed in the scalding
hot water as Dean soaped me up from behind.  He playfully slid his semi
hard dick up and down my soapy ass crack.  When it was his turn to be
rinsed off, I bent down and ate his freshly, scrubbed ass.  I stood back up
and we kissed.  In the middle of kissing, he shouted.

"Oh my god!"

"What?" I said startled.

"Your sister has the same shower gels as me!"

He was referring to the small bottles hanging in the shower caddy under the
shower nozzle.

"Oh my god is right!" I said.

He pushed me out of the way and grabbed one of them and poured a bunch of
it in his hand and started soaping up again with it.  He tried to smear
some on me.

"Get away with that!" I said.

I slipped out of the shower and began drying off.  He kept rinsing off and
was singing.  I felt comforted in knowing he was acting that way sober.  I'd
been afraid that those animated, silly moments in the past that I thought
so cute and funny had been a result of drugs.  Soon after, he was out and
drying off and we walked back downstairs to dress.

- - -

We sat around watching various shows on cable until dad got home.  He came
in and changed to casual clothes.  After that, we headed out in his SUV to
a local taqueria for some awesome Mexican food.  The taqueria was a former
snow cone stand that had been converted to a taco stand.  It had a tiny
drive through with two small tables with chairs in front of it.

When we got there and parked, dad asked if we wanted beef, chicken, or pork.
Then he went to the window to order them...he ordered them in Spanish.

"Damn, you're dad's not the nerdy type I had made him out to be!" Dean
remarked.

"Yeah, and you being the `reader of people,'" I said slyly.

He playfully elbowed me in the ribs.  Dad came back to us and said it would
be about five minutes for our food.

"I didn't know you spoke any Spanish," Dean told dad.

"I learned a lot in high school like you guys.  My firm interacts with our
offices in Mexico City on a daily basis.  What I know is very rudimentary."

I rolled my eyes at Dean's attempt to put dad on the spot.  Dean asked dad
bout his job and he explained that his job was related to Accounting and
Finance for the chemicals business dad worked for.  It bored me to no end,
but if Dad could inspire Dean to help him choose a new college major, that
would be all the better.  Finally the girl in the window called out to dad
and we all went to the window to pick up the food.

Dad got us each some bottled drinks of some Mexican brand I'd never heard
of, "Jarritos".  The flavor of the drink was good but oddly different.

"It's tamarindo!" dad said.

I shrugged my shoulders and began eating.

"Damn dad, these are fuckin' good!"

"I'll say!" Dean replied with a full mouth.

I knew you guys would love them.  You probably don't have places like this
around home where you live...yet."

We ate and made small talk.  All the while, hot Latino worker types came
and went.  I couldn't keep my eyes off of them.  Some looked rough with hot
bodies and so-so faces.  Others had really handsome faces but stocky bodies.
Some were perfect in both aspects.  I wanted to try a Latino, uncut dick so
bad.  I'd seen them in my hundreds of porn videos saved on my computer at
home.  It wasn't just Latino men that came to eat at the stand, however.  Other
ethnic types came and went.  The place was unbelievably busy and popular.

"You eat here a lot Dad?"

"She (my step mother) doesn't approve because she thinks it's not sanitary
here.  I sneak them now and then."

Dean raised an eyebrow as we exchanged glances.  We ate the rest of our
tacos and finished off the bottled drinks.   After lunch, we ran some
errands with dad and then he took us to an afternoon movie.  Again, it was
a movie that my step mom didn't approve of—blood, gore, nudity, and sex.  After
the movie, dad drove us downtown and we showed us some tourist sights.  The
weather stayed sunny for the rest of the day but it was very humid.

After the drive through downtown Houston, dad brought us back home and we
relaxed watching TV.   He got a phone call from a friend of his while we
were surfing the channels trying to find something we all liked.  I heard
him telling someone to hold on.  He came back with the phone held against
his chest as if it would muffle the sound.

"You guys up for a game or two of poker tonight?"

"Sure!" I said.

He went back to talking with his friend and was laughing a lot.  He hung up
the phone and said he was gonna nap for a bit asked for us to wake him up
by a certain time.  Dean and I went back to the Den where we'd slept and
lay down.

"Poker with your dad's straight friends! Sounds hot dude.  You think we can
turn it into a game of strip poker?"

I sighed and shook my head.  I plopped down on the bed suddenly feeling
tired myself.  Dean rolled over next to me.

"No really, doesn't that sound hot.  You especially like the older type
dudes.  We'd both get a chance to see your dad in the buff!"

He grabbed my dick through my shorts but I pushed him away.

"Oh my god!  You're hard and your pretending you're not interested!" he
laughed.

We started wrestling on the bed and he shoved his hand down my shorts and
grabbed my dick.  Just then dad appeared around the corner.

"Hey guys I was think—"

I immediately rolled over, mortified.

"Oh sorry guys, my bad!" dad laughed.

He left as immediately as he had entered.  He truly didn't know we were
messing around until he popped into the room.  I popped Dean in the arm
with my fist.

"Ouch! Motherfucker!  Why'd you do that?"

I replied, "It's your fault dad busted us!"

He was rubbing his arm.

"He just laughed it off!  He didn't give a fuck!"

"I'll apologize to him later," I said.

I rolled on my side and faced the wall lined with bookshelves.

"For what?  Being ourselves?  You said he was cool with you being gay.  If
you were straight and brought a girl here it would be the same!"

He rubbed his arm again.

"Your dad's straight alright.  When I was pretending to look of many times
I saw him checking out the women folk constantly."

I lay there and ignored him.  I didn't let him know what really bugged
me...the fact that I was turned on by dad busting us.  I lay there pretending
to be mad and I started fantasizing about Dean and I having sex there in
the den on our sofa sleeper bed while dad and his friends drank beer and
clowned in the next room.  I thought about dad sending his friends in one
by one to fuck me.  I snapped out of my daydream when I heard Dean snoring
next to me.  The king of laziness only took a few minutes of lying there to
fall asleep.  With my guard down now, I rolled over next to him and put my
arm around him.  My dick was still hard.  I kissed him on the neck and he
snored louder.

- - -

I dozed a little, but I didn't nap too thoroughly.  I got up and stretched
before walking around the corner to take a piss in the bathroom.  It was a
half bathroom...no shower or bathtub.  Then I got to thinking.  I had
forgotten to tell dad to remove any prescription drugs from Dean's access.  I
got up to go talk to dad about it.

I slowly walked upstairs and until I reached my sisters' bathroom.  I
opened the cabinets to find nothing more than Tylenol or other types of
store bought drugs.  I slipped around the corner into dad's room.  He was
on the bed in a deep sleep on his stomach napping like us.  He was wearing
"tightie whities"...traditional old school white briefs.  He did have a nice
round butt.  I noticed a slight bit of hair on his back that I hadn't seen
before.  He had nice feet about the size of my own.  I didn't get a hard on
at all looking at dad.  Despite Dean's ideas, I truly didn't have an urge
to mess around with my dad...it was still interesting to check him out.  I
wondered if that would be me in another twenty years.

"Dad!"

He didn't react.

"Dad, yo!"

He turned over groggily and grabbed his glasses.

"Is it seven already?"

"Yeah."

I sat down next to him and quietly told him about my fears of Dean
snatching some prescription drugs like he'd done in the past—which he'd
admitted to me.

"Just go in there and grab whatever you think he'd take and bring them over
here to me."

I walked into the large master bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet
above the sink.  There were some muscle-relaxers and a couple of other
things I was sure he would be interested in—if he tried to take any.  I was
briefly tempted to take a few of the pills out for myself, but fought
temptation.  I grabbed the four bottles and took them to dad.  He put them
in a drawer next to his bed.  I felt guilty for telling dad to do it.  He
seemed to have read my mind.

"Don't feel bad for it, son, you're looking out for him,"

"Yeah, I know.  And I'm sorry we were messing around down there."

"I don't care Dave...if the gals were home I'd expect you to be more careful.
Don't get stressed over it."

Dad stood up and stretched.  He pulled on some denim shorts and pulled a
white t-shirt from a drawer.  I left the room and went down to wake up Dean.
He looked so peaceful there sleeping, so I knew what I had to do.  I ran
and jumped hard on the bed and scared the living shit out of him.  This
time he punched me in the arm.

"Ouch!" I yelled.

"Yeah, well I owed you that one," he laughed.

We lay there chatting for a bit and then Dad came downstairs...this time
clearly announcing his arrival.

"Hey guys!"

We stood up as Dean was pulling on a shirt.

"We're here dad."

He popped around the corner.

"Can you guys run out to the shed and grab the card table?  I don't wanna
get any cigarette burns on the dining table.  She'd kick all our asses!"

We walked out barefoot to the backyard through the damp grass and opened
the storage shed.

"What the fuck?" Dean shouted.  "Dude, some mutant frog just hopped on my
foot!"

I laughed.  "Yeah, they're all over here.  There's a bayou behind the
fence."

"Nasty! It shit on my foot!"

He rubbed his foot into the grass.

"Stop being such a pussy and help me with this damn table."

He walked into the shed with me and we grabbed the huge old, metal table.  I
looked over and saw my old beat up bicycle that I'd given to Annie.  It was
full of cobwebs.  As we moved the table out, Dean led the way.  His leg
knocked a box over.  When he went to toss it up on a shelf that was up
high, a huge winged cockroach flew past his face off the box and he yelled.

I dropped the table and began laughing so hard I was crying.  He tried to
recover by picking up the table and looking all serious.

"Shut up bitch!"

His manhood was offended by freaking out over the bug.  It was classic!  I
wiped the tears from my eyes and picked up my end of the table and went
inside.  As soon as we were in the house I told dad about the frog and
cockroach.  He chuckled a bit and poor Dean took the harassment well.

"Dude, I thought we had big bugs in the woods at home, but this place is
ridiculous!"

We set the table up at the edge of the kitchen between the formal dining
area and the actual kitchen.  Dad tossed a beat up tablecloth on it and got
out the cards and poker chips.  He sent us to the store for some chips and
cold cuts for sandwiches.  When we got back, he prepared the food and then
we hung around chatting until dad's two buds showed up.

The two of them came in each carrying a twelve pack of beer.  One of them
had a bottle of some liquor.   Dad and the guys greeted each other loudly.  We
were introduced to Stan and Fred.  Both were in their mid-forties like dad.
Stan was very handsome with short brown hair and a stocky body.  He had
muscular arms and chest, but a big belly.  Fred was tall and slim with
great legs. Both of them were wearing shorts.  Stan had salt and pepper
hair with a goatee, Fred's hair was almost shaved.  Dad said Fred was a DPS
highway patrol officer, Stan was in construction.  Dad had seen and talked
to Fred many times at Home Depot and they had become friends.  Stan had
worked on a remodel at Dad's office and they'd met in commissary at dad's
office (and happened to live in dad's neighborhood, too).  Both of them had
walked over.

Soon enough, we were playing poker with the older guys.  I wasn't so good,
but Dean held his own.  In the end, we weren't a match for those seasoned
veterans.  We both got a kick out of their macho antics.  Dad was so much
more laid back than I'd ever noticed before.  I suspected that if Dean
hadn't been there, I would have been offered a beer or two.

Those men sure could eat!  The food that dad had prepped was gone in the
first hour.  Later, they ordered a pizza.  When it came, I answered the
door.  The delivery guy was very hot and appeared to be of high school age.
When I paid him, Dean's influence inspired me to take a chance.  As I
handed him the money, I held onto his hand for a minute.  Out of nowhere, I
said something crazy.

"I hope this pizza is as hot as you!"

His face turned red and tongue tied he said, "Thanks bro!"

I got a hard on immediately.  From then on I needed to get off badly.  I
put the pizza box down and rearranged my dick in my pants so it wasn't
tented.  I carried the pizza back in and everyone stopped to eat.

- - -

Around one in the morning, dad and his buddies had pulled out a box of
dominos.  I wasn't fond of the game nor good at it.  I told him I was
calling it a night.  Dean and I excused ourselves and shook hands with all
the guys.

The den we were sleeping in was a former screened-in porch turned into an
insulated room.  It was beyond the living room and at the end of the hall
past the bedrooms.  Just after we turned the corner from the kitchen and
entered the living room, Dean pulled my arm and stopped me.

He pulled me against him and whispered.

"You've looked horny as fuck all night!

 "Why do you think that?" I asked grinning.

"I just know you by now, stud."

He started kissing me with dad and his friends right around the corner just
yards away.  The living room was dark with no lights on.  The kitchen was
fully illuminated.  My cock got so hard it ached while pressing against the
fabric of my baggy jersey shorts.  Dean reached down and slipped his hands
under the elastic and pushed them down.  They fell to my feet.

"Step out of them!' he whispered.

I did as I was told and was the wearing just a shirt and tennis shoes.  He
pulled my shirt over my head.  It was so stimulating to be naked like that
so close to everyone.  Dean pulled off all his clothes and picked them up
along with mine.

"Stay here!"

He slipped naked down the hall way and came back with only his bottle of
lube.

"Fuck me right here!" he said quietly.

He pushed me back onto the huge leather recliner and it creaked.  Dad and
his buddies were getting drunker and laughing about some pussy joke.  Dean
stood in front of me with his back to me and bent way over.  That was my
signal to eat ass.  I spread his cheeks and sniffed before sticking my
tongue in.  It smelled sweaty and a little funky.   I ate it like a pro.

After five minutes of rimming him, I poured lube on my dick and pulled him
backwards.  He rode me with a steady rhythm.  The thrill of having sex a
few yards away from my dad and his friends was so overwhelming that I shot
my load in less than a five minutes of drilling Dean's hole.  I pumped it
and pumped it until I was squirming.

My dick was always very sensitive after cumming.  I moved my arm to do a
"reach around" for Dean, but found he'd already shot his load, too.  Just
then, we heard the noise of footsteps and froze.  Just barely out of sight,
Stan moved to open a window.  With the living room totally dark, we weren't
spotted.  He walked back to the table and they continued to play.

Dean and I quietly got up and hauled ass to the den.  Just then we heard
Dad yell around the corner.

"Dave, you guys asleep yet?"

"No dad." I yelled back.


Dean and I pulled our clothes on quickly and turned a lamp on.  We heard
dad coming down the hall.  We were dressed just in time but looked flushed
and in disarray.

"Can you two follow these guys home?  They're really drunk.  I don't want
them walking into the wrong house or in traffic."

"Sure."

Dad told us basically the directions for each of them.  One lived at the
end of a block and the other in a cul-de-sac a little farther.  We followed
the men outside and they were gabbing and laughing--telling us we played a
good game for a couple of young punks.

Stan's house was first on our route.  It was the last house on that street
like dad had said.  The minute Stan stepped into his house we heard his
wife starting to yell at him for being so late and not calling.  We could
hear his drunk ass apologizing.  Fred chuckled.

"Is your wife gonna hound you too?" Dean said to Fred and winked at me.

"Oh hell, I'm not married.  None of that for me!  I love the single life."

I could sense Dean's mind at work.

"You don't get lonely...or too horny?" he asked Fred with a grin on his face.

"Oh fuck, yeah I get horny alright!"

We reached the end of the road and turned into the cul-de-sac.

"That's my house right th—"

Fred tripped and fell onto the sidewalk.  Dean and I helped get him up.  He
walked him up his driveway with each of us under either of his arms. I put
my arm around his waist to help hold him up.  The neighborhood was
extremely quiet.

"We better help get you inside!" Dean said.

"My key is in my pocket.

"Get his key out, Dave!" Dean said.

I looked over at Dean and saw the devilish look on his face...

To be continued.



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