Date: Sun, 9 Jun 2013 09:46:44 -0500
From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: My Twisted Boyfriend PT 14

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My Twisted Boyfriend (sequel to Twisted Next Door Neighbors) PT 14

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


At Dean's urging, I slipped my hand into the pants pocket of the drunken
highway patrol officer who we were walking home from dad's poker game.  I
slipped my hand into the pocket of his denim shorts only to find the small
key chain at the very bottom of the pocket.  I didn't feel any dick or
balls in there.  After all, Fred told me the key was in his pocket
indicating he wanted one of us to get it out.

I pushed the key into lock above a fancy door knob and the bolt released.  I
twisted the door knob and air from inside whooshed out.  I smelled some
kind of potpourri scent.  There was a small lamp on in the living
room.  Everything
looked pristine and perfect.  We helped him inside and Dean shut the door
behind us.   Fred was still in the middle of us with an arm over each of
our shoulders.  We walked over to a huge leather couch and the three of us
sat down in one movement.

As we sat down, he began talking.

"Thanks guys, I really didn't need help but your dad was cool to worry
about it," he said with slurred words. "He's a real nice guy!"

He burped and laughed.

He didn't take his arms off us but instead embraced us more firmly like he
was giving us a hug.  Even though I'd just shot my load less than an hour
before, my dick came back to life with close contact of Fred's toned arms.  Up
close I could see a scar on the back of his neck just under the top of his
shirt.  His closely cropped hair was really sexy and it sparkled in the dim
light.  I wanted to run my hands over it.

"You guys are really sweet!"

"Okay, that remark didn't sound like a straight dude at all," I thought to
myself.

His hand moved of to tousle my hair.  Then he did the same to Dean but
nearly fell.  His hands lingered just a little too long for that to be only
a playful gesture.

"You really think we're nice?" Dean said.

It was a loaded question.

"Oh yeah, you sure are."

He laughed and his beer breath blew in my face which turned me on even more.
Just then, Fred flipped his long leg over my own.  The signals were clear
now.

"You horny now, Fred?"  Dean asked.

"Oh hell yeah!" he laughed in a drunken way.

"You want us to help you out?" Dean egged him on.

"Fuck yeah!"

"You want Dave to take your cock out?"

"Uh huh..."

Dean looked over at me and winked and nodded for me to go at it.  I
nervously scooted out from Fred's arm and moved down on my knees on the
soft luxurious carpet.  I unzipped his shorts and found a nice, hard dick
waiting for me.  It was around the length of Dean's but a little thicker.  I
went all the way down on it with ease.  He moaned loudly when I did it.  I
began sucking it in rhythm.  He ran his fingers through my hair.

"Oh god...that feels so fucking great!" he moaned.

Dean just sat there watching us go at it and rubbed the erect bulge in his
shorts.

"You get down there and help him!" Fred barked.

Dean looked surprised to be told what to do because he'd been calling the
shots so far.  Still, he did as he was told and moved next to me with a
mischievous look in his eyes.  I pulled Fred's nut sac free of his shorts
and began licking them.  Dean moved onto his cock and took over sucking.  Now
and then, Dean and I stopped licking for sucking and kissed while Dean
jacked Fred's big dick.  Dean raised his butt up and pushed his shorts all
the way down and stepped out of them.   He pulled off his shirt and was
gloriously naked.  It was a sight to behold.

He had a hairy chest, arms, and legs.  His chest and bush were trimmed,
though.  He was tanned except for the white section around his crotch
(which had the shape of a Speedo).  As I began sucking again, Dean spit on
his middle finger and slid it up under Fred's balls.  I rammed my head all
the way forward onto Fred's dick.  I'd found in the past that I enjoyed
making myself almost gag when sucking a dick—so I did it again.  I went all
the way down on my down strokes and forced myself to hold it until the gag
reflex kicked in...then I pulled up.

Fred spread his legs all the way apart and Dean began to drill his hole
with his middle finger.  I began sucking like a damn vacuum cleaner.  Dean's
finger action appeared to do the trick for Fred.  He stretched his arms out
on the couch cushions to either side of him and grabbed hard as I tried to
look up.  His hips bucked and cum started filling my mouth.  I tried to not
swallow any of it, but he was pounding my mouth and lifting his ass
slightly off the couch.

After he stopped coming, Dean pulled my face to his and we exchanged Fred's
cum until it was all swallowed.  Then Dean surprised me by ramming his
middle finger into my mouth for me to suck on.  It appeared to be clean but
the action of doing so was so kinky.  He kissed me again after I pulled it
out.

In a slurred mumble, Fred said, "You guys can go wash up if you need to.  It's
right down the hall there."

Dean and I walked to the bathroom to wash our faces and gargle.  Hanging in
the bathroom was a perfectly pressed Texas Highway Patrol uniform.  Nearby
in the huge bathroom was an ironing board.  The sight of the uniform made
me nervous again.  I wondered if Fred was going to press charges because we
took advantage of him when he was drunk.  My mind always got carried away.

"You look nervous again.  Don't worry.  He's obviously closeted and he
helped him out.  He might not even remember this." Dean reasoned.

Dean picked up on of the many expensive bottles of cologne on the counter
and sniffed the bottle.  Fred appeared to be very metro sexual with all his
grooming stuff on the counter.

"Let's get out of here.  Dad's gonna wonder why it took so long to get
back." I said.

We left the bathroom and walked back into the living room.  A ceiling fan
blew a light breeze through the cool room below the vaulted ceiling.  Fred
was passed out.  I took his clothes and folded them next to him on the
couch.

"What are you doing that for?" Dean asked.

"To make it looked like he stripped himself and then fell asleep.  Look
around, he's a neat freak.  I know he would have folded his clothes."

We slipped out and locked the door behind us.  We partially jogged on the
way back to speed up our return.  When we got back, dad was cleaning up
some of the mess.  We went inside out of breath.

"Sorry to take so long dad, but we went for a jog through the
neighborhood," I lied.

"Oh cool.  It's perfect weather for it!"

Dean and I exchanged glances over dad believing my fib.  I kept wondering
if Fred was going to be pissed the next day.  As if reading my mind or
facial expressions, Dean spoke as we walked back to the den.

"Besides, if he says we jumped him, here's this..."

Dean pulled out his iphone and clicked a few buttons and then audio played
back.  He'd recorded us all talking from the minute we dropped off Stan
through the moment we washed up in the bathroom at Fred's.  Sneaky bastard!
It was hot hearing our sexual escapade in the recording.  We got naked
while it softly played low enough for Dad not to hear it.  He was upstairs
by then anyhow.  We didn't cum again, but we made out until we were too
tired to stay awake.

- - -

On Saturday morning, we all slept late.  Dean and I didn't get out of bed
until we heard dad stirring.  He had folded up the card table and took it
out to the shed.  I pulled on some shorts and nudged Dean to get up.  He
farted in response.

"Dude! Nasty!"   I said in disgust while laughing.

He sat up and acted liked he'd done nothing.  His hair was in total
disarray.  He rubbed his eyes and yawned has he picked up his cell phone
and looked at its display.   I could hear the shower water going upstairs
above us.  I decided that the two of us needed a bath, too.

"It's not even noon yet!"

"Get up lazy bitch!" I joked.  "Let's get our shower over with."

He sat up and looked in his backpack for some shorts to put on for our trip
down the hall.

"I don't know why we're bothering to dress with just your dad here.  We
should walk bare ass naked down the hall!"

I just rolled my eyes.  We grabbed our bags and headed to the girl's
bathroom to shower.  Dean was in the shower firs.  I wanted to shave before
I got in.  I sprayed hot water on my face in the sink and grabbed my can of
shaving cream.  It burped out only air when I tried to squirt some of the
gel onto my hand.  I wrapped myself in a towel and headed up to dad's
bathroom to borrow some shaving cream.

I walked up the stairs in my towel and thought about what Dean had said.  It
would be cool if we really could go naked there.  I wondered what dad would
say if I went up to get shaving cream without a stitch on.  As I entered
his room, I heard him moving around somewhere.

"Dad, you got some shaving cream I can use?" I called out.

"Sure, come on and get it."

As I stepped into the master bedroom, I saw dad standing in the closet with
his back to me.  He was totally naked.  He was digging in a drawer and
pulled out some briefs.  He quickly slipped them on and I hurried past him
to get the shaving cream.  It was right there on the counter.

"You find it?" he said right behind me.

I jumped when he spoke.  He had boxer briefs on then.

"Yeah dad!  Thanks!"

He turned around and went back to the closet to finish dressing.  I looked
down and saw the towel was tented!  I was mortified!   I hauled ass out of
there and ran down the stairs—I almost fell!  Once back in the bathroom, I
tossed the can aside and jumped in the shower with Dean.  I'd lost my hard
on in the panic.  He was rinsing his hair.

"I'm gonna smell like cilantro peach!" he said with a huge grin.

He pulled me to him and began to soap me up.  It turned out that for the
rest of the day...we were both going to smell like cilantro peach.

- - -

Dad took us out to lunch at a great Mexican restaurant.  We ate like pigs.  I
thought about my diet and then thought, "fuck it!".  We chatted for a long
time during the meal about many topics.  Dad an Dean talked a lot about
Dean choosing a new major and stuff.  I began to feel a little bad about my
own choice to go only to a trade school.  I kept eating and listened to
them talk.  Finally, the topic was changed to sports and I easily
contributed to that conversation.

After lunch, dad surprised me by offering to drive out to the lake to go
fishing.  We hadn't been in years.  Once back at dad's we dug through the
congested garage for his old poles and tackle box.  We drove to a local
sporting goods store to update our fishing licenses (dad was such a nerd!).
Finally, we were on the road to the lake to find some special fishing
location that dad preferred.

It took a while to get out of the congested Houston traffic (even on
Saturday), but eventually we ended up at Lake Conroe.  When we arrived, it
appeared that many other people had the same idea to go fishing on that
last weekend of Spring Break.  The crowd didn't matter, though.  We still
had a blast.  We parked on the side of road and hiked a good distance to
dad's fishing spot.

By the end of the day, we left with bad sunburns, tired bodies, and slight
dehydration.   However, we brought home several bass and one catfish.  Tired
as we were, we got a second wind back home and dad fired up his grill.  Dean
showed me how to gut fish like a pro.  It was quite nasty, but he did it
with ease.  With him cleaning the fish in his dirty clothes and my baseball
cap, he looked very masculine and sexy.  I pulled out my phone to take a
candid photo of him when he wasn't watching.  Just after, I moved over and
kissed him on the neck when dad's back was turned.

Later, we sat and ate the delicious, fresh fish with some beans that were
heated up on the grill.  We had cold iced tea to go with it.  We were all
relaxed and in a great mood.  I sniffed over at Dean.

"You don't smell like cilantro and peach anymore, bro!"

"No doubt!" He laughed.

We took the plates back inside from the picnic table and left them in the
sink.  We went for our second shower of the day...but the minute we hit the
bed afterwards we were in dream land.

- - -

We all got up around noon on Sunday.  We helped dad with removing all
traces of fish scales, cigarette smoke, etc from the house.  We even helped
with some house chores like vacuuming and stuff so that my step mom
wouldn't bitch at dad when she got home.  I loved her to death, but she
would likely be cranky when she got home after tending to teens plus two
toddlers for a week.  It was best for all of us to make her arrival problem
free.

We just sat around and rested all day watching TV and stuff after the house
was in order.   In the late evening, all hell broke loose when the gang of
females returned.  Dean and I helped them bring in their bags and suitcases.
Annie was glued to her cell phone contacting all her gal pals.  The twins
were running around hyper after being confined to car seats for so
long—then they wanted to hug all over me and be my best friend.  The others
went straight to their rooms and started yelling at each other.

My step mom gave dad a big passionate kiss upon greeting him.  She looked
tired but you could see the chemistry between them.  I wondered if he'd
ever been that way with mom.  She turned around and gave me a kiss on the
cheek and gave Dean a hug.  She and dad went to the living room and she
began telling of their short but busy vacation.  Dean and I hung out in the
Den to stay out of the traffic for a while.

Eventually, Annie joined us and her bubbly mood made me relaxed again.  As
we talked about this and that, she immediately hit it off with Dean.  I was
imaging a future "fag hag" in the making a la Miranda.  While joking
around, Dean playfully hugged me.

"Oh my god, you two look so cute together!" she said excitedly.

I cringed over the sickly sweet statement, but I was so glad she embraced
my homosexuality.  I was lucky indeed to have parents that were cool about
it as well.  I thought about Dean's household.  They'd taken it in such a
different route...imagine all the men being gay in one family.

We started talking about music and she dragged us up to her room to hear
many new tracks.  We humored her and listened to them.  Several were "chick
tunes".  I tried suggesting more of my own favorite new bands to her and
she wrote the names down on a piece of notebook paper.

Eventually, my stepmother knocked on the door signaling we'd better let
Annie get ready for bed—it was a school night.  Anne rolled her eyes in
disgust.  I gave her a kiss on the cheek and winked.  Dean and I went back
downstairs and hit the sack so we could leave early in the morning.  We
wanted to beat traffic and arrive at home in time for me to relax before my
evening classes.

The trip home was dull and boring.  Dean had waked up long enough the next
morning to get our stuff into the car and then went right back to sleep.  I
spent most of the whole trip thinking about all kinds of topics from my car
to topics/fantasies for my next jack off session.  I kept thinking about
the fact that I'd given head to a real highway patrol officer.  I wasn't
panicky about it anymore.  Instead, I realized how lucky I was to have the
experience and remembered how tasty his cum was.  I wished Dean was awake
to jack me off, but I let him sleep.

- - -

The rest of the week was grueling.  I forced myself back into my routine of
the gym, work, and school.  I really enjoyed learning about cars and
mechanics, but I was dead tired each night.  I broke an all time record for
myself by going five days straight with no sex or jacking off.  I called
Dean each day on my lunch break or on my way from work to the trade school,
but we didn't hang after work.  I didn't jack off, but sex was always on my
mind at work or in class.  I kept checking everyone out wherever I
went.  Still,
when I got home, I was so tired.  When Sunday came, it was a relief.

Dean woke me up Sunday morning by knocking on my window and making me jump
out of my skin.  I went to the back door to let him in.

"Are we going to the gym or not?"

"Yeah, what time is it?"

"Just after eleven," he answered.

I got my swimming trunks and a towel and shoved them in my gym bag.  He had
stepped inside and followed me into my room and watched while I dressed and
got my bag.

"Don't wear any boxers...just wear those black shorts.  I want everyone to
see your dick bounce around when you walk...some hot free-ballin'!"

I pulled my black shorts from the dirty clothes pile in my closet, pulled
them on with a sleeveless t-shirt, and groggily followed him out to my car.

"You don't want to drive?" I asked.

"Ain't got no gas, stud." He replied.

"What?"

"I have enough to get to the gas station, but not enough to go fuckin'
around.  I'm broke, dude."

I looked at him with confusion...still sleepy.

"Whatever insurance money I had left and the leftover college money from my
Aunt...well, dad made me send it back to them in a check with a note saying I
was taking a break from college."

"Wow," I replied.

"Yeah, I guess that it's part of this "tough love" bullshit you all are
part of."

That last remark was kind of resentful.  I didn't say anything.  I had to
respect his dad for trying to make him more responsible.  It appeared the
only way he was going to have money to blow was if he earned it.  He was
still looking for another good job, but hadn't been called for any
interviews.

"Let's get going," he said.

I started the car and soon we were on the road to the gym.

Once there, we did our regular routine of a using a few machines, doing
cardio, and then swimming. I exercised with light weights to keep toned but
mainly to keep my muscle bulk down.  I worked really hard at the cardio
which was effortless for Dean.  The muscles I was proud of in high school
were making me look chunky after I'd eaten so much for months.  I no longer
really wanted the thick muscles, but I'd have to work hard to be slimmer
like Dean.  I noticed since his return, he was already putting some healthy
weight on.  I had lost five pounds since my mom's cousin called me a fatty!


After entering the aquatics area changing room, we quickly got into our
swimming trunks.  Once we got in the water, Dean elbowed me to point out
the same dude from Dean's first visit had entered the huge room and was
walking toward the changing rooms.

"Let's go sneak up on him!"

We got out of the water and I was getting a slight woody thinking of
getting naked in front of that guy or maybe even having sex with him.  The
risk of it was a rush.  However, just as we got out of the water, two old
men entered the pool area and walked into the dressing room.

We waited just outside and they were gabbing.  Apparently, they were old
friends and were talking about war stories and Korea.  I got chilled
standing there waiting for the men to come back out.  Dean slipped in there
to pretend to get something from a locker and then came back out.

"Dude, they haven't even started changing."

Just then, the mystery dude from the stall walked out quickly.  He didn't
even make eye contact with us.  We guessed he gave up waiting for those
guys to leave as well.  We abandoned the idea of having fun in the mini
locker room and jumped back in the pool.  We swam several laps until we
were spent.  After we were done, the two old guys were out gabbing still in
the whirl pool and talking about politics.  They were oblivious to Dean and
me.

We walked past them and headed into the changing room.  I twisted the dial
of my combination lock until it snapped free and grabbed our stuff.  I
turned around and Dean was naked and was wringing the water from his trunks
in the sink.  I pulled mine off and tossed them at his head.

"Ouch, fucker!" he laughed and threw it back at me.

I went up behind him and gave him a bear hug and lifted him off the ground
slightly.  My dick started getting hard after the quick contact with Dean's
ass.

"You wanna blow me?  We'll hear anyone coming and we can act like we're
changing clothes!"

We moved to the small set of lockers and I sat on the cold tile covering
the bench.  Dean stood above me and was jacking his hardening cock.   Although
the door around the corner was closed, we could hear the old men talking
and laughing.

"Go open the door all the way!"

I got up and walked around the corner and opened it after placing a towel
around my waist.  There was a wall between us and the door.  Anyone who
came in must walk around that panel to get to the rest of the room.  I
heard someone jump into the pool, likely it was someone who walked in there
since we had entered the changing room.  I went back to sucking his cock
and flung my towel on the bench.  I was frantically jacking off at the same
time with my free hand.

Hearing the activity just around the corner made me so horny I started
shooting onto the floor.  That triggered Dean's orgasm and he quickly
emptied into my mouth.  I swallowed each tasty trip like I was starving.  The
second it was over, I felt panicky and pulled my clothes on instantly.  Dean
coolly dressed and winked at me.  I went to grab some paper towels from the
wall dispenser to wipe up my cum on the floor.

"No, leave it!" he said with a devilish grin.

And so I did.

- - -

The following week, Dean stayed on the computer a lot during the night and
continued to his job searches.  Finally, he was asked to be interviewed for
a job as a technical support rep.  The company was located in a large, new
set of business complexes that had just been built along the interstate
highway in the neighboring town.  The whole complex of buildings had been
in the local news because of the unusual and innovative architecture used
for all of it.  It would definitely be a cool place to work.

After two interviews, he got the job.  He was to work evenings.  If it
worked out, he would later be able to go to school during the day and
working evenings.  He was uneasy until the first day of work came.  He was
hoping it wouldn't fall apart like the other one did before he even started.
In the end, he started as he planned and we were both relieved.

I especially was relieved because I felt nervous about him sitting around
idle all day while no one was home but him.  I know when he got bored and
or depressed, he slept too much.  I didn't want him turning to any drugs to
relieve the boredom.  As far as I knew, he'd stayed clean since coming home
from his rehab experience.

He worked days for the first few weeks until he was trained, then he moved
to his permanent, evening schedule.  He would be working evenings with
Mondays and Tuesdays off.  His job entailed being tech support for an
internet service provider.  It was "tekky" enough to interest him but he
hated the thought of sitting at a PC for hours with a headset on.  He found
out later that the company was cool, though, and allowed them to watch
movies on their portable devices in between calls, read books, etc.  Some
evenings were busy, some slow.

The next month passed so quickly.  Dean and I saw each other only on our
days off or unless I stayed up to midnight to visit with him.  He liked his
job for the most part, but I knew he was kind of bored with it.  Basically,
he just didn't like having to work period.  He was lazy.  He liked the
folks at his job for the most part.  On a weekly basis he told me stories
about some of the eccentric employees there.  He'd have good stories about
some of the phone calls that were crazy.

Despite our schedule, we made sure to find time for sex.  However, even
when we didn't have a chance to have sex together, I found some way to cum.
Some days I was like a dog in heat.  I checked out every man that came into
the garage but tried to tone my stares down.  I jacked off in the garage
bathroom at least once during each shift.  Even so, I'd still be horny and
would jack off the minute I got home from work or school.

I craved sex with Jim and or the twins, but timing was against us.  Like on
one Saturday after work, I wanted some "twin" tail but as soon as I got
home, they all left for some outing.  Nothing worked out.  I even got on
line and went to sites like Craigslist and found hot hook up ads, but
before I had the nerve to email anyone, I'd shoot my load (I loved to jack
off and look at the photos in the ads).  I didn't dare find a hook up
without Dean's consent, but the fantasy of an anonymous and clandestine
experience was sexy.

I still enjoyed solo experiences like jacking off on our front porch naked
in the dark when mom was out with Alex or strolling naked within the
grounds of the park whenever possible.  The neighborhood behind us served
to make my experiences more risky (a turn on).  If I couldn't wait for Dean
to get home or if he was still at work and I couldn't wait, I found cam to
cam sights and jacked off with other guys online.

The cam to cam chats were fun at first.  It was especially hot jacking off
for older, married dudes like those in their forties or fifties...especially
the handsome ones.  I often didn't care what they looked like, I just
enjoyed showing off.  There was one guy about forty five years old,
Hispanic, married, etc.  He had nice arms but had a potbelly not unlike Jim.
He had hairy pits and crotch.  He kept his mic on and delivered me some
really hot verbal while I jacked off.  He would make me stick things in my
ass or pose in nasty positions to expose myself.  It was awesome.  Eventually,
the cam chats weren't enough and I wanted to experience all these different
men in person.

Every time I jacked off alone, I found myself horny again later if I stayed
awake.  As we entered the month of May, I would have Dean come to my place
after his shift ended at midnight and slip in my back door.  Even if I was
asleep he was to slip in my bed and initiate sex.

The first week, it was new and exciting.  I woke up the first time to him
covering my mouth after he'd quietly slipped into my bed with a lubed dick.
I normally slept on my side or stomach.  He'd scooted in behind me and woke
me up by fucking me!  When I tried to say anything, his hand was already
over my mouth.

"It's me stud!  Ready for your midnight fuck?"

I gurgled a reply and tried to nod my head.  He kept on plowing me.  I
relaxed and let him have at me.  I rolled more onto my stomach and grabbed
the edge of the bed.  He kept his hand on my mouth the entire time so I
could breathe only through my nose.  I was rubbing my dick into the sheets
hard.  My dick felt like it was gonna break as it bent against both his and
my weight.  Then he bit my ear lobe and began huffing and puffing in my
ear—he was coming.

My back was sweaty and our skin became unstuck as he pulled off me.  He
roughly rolled me over and we started making out with ferocity.  I think
he'd really gotten off on the "mock" midnight rape.   I surely had!  As we
kissed, I wondered if he was going to tease me and take forever to let me
cum...maybe he was going to up and leave and leave me with blue balls.

My question was answered some twenty minutes later when he pulled off the
covers and let them fall to the floor.  I was still on my back as he got up
and sat hard on my face.  He barely left me room to breath through my nose.
He moved down and pulled me into an ass eating sixty nine position.

His tongue pierced my already ravaged hole and slid inside.  It poked down
inside as far as it could go.  The he sat up and spoke in a whisper.

"Fart it out!"

He obviously couldn't get to his cum that he'd just laid in me and needed
help.  I grunted hard and nothing.  I grunted some more and a puff of air
pushed out with his jizz.  He lapped it up.  He went back to eating my ass.
He grabbed a pillow and shoved it under my butt to elevate it and started
eating me out again while jacking me off.  I began having an intense orgasm
as his hand milked me good.  As I started to moan, he sat hard on my face
gain and to muffle me.  It was fucking incredible.

We cuddled afterwards.

"It was so hot taking you in your sleep!" he whispered.

I pulled him tighter against me.

- - -

The rest of the next two weeks were similar as we passed through the
beginning of May.  Some nights I got fucked, some he fucked my mouth, and
others it was a mutual throw down.  However, I began to realize that some
noise we were making, be it humping on the bed or something, made some kind
of noise or vibration in the trailer floor that mom could hear.  Eventually,
I would hear her stirring just after our sex was over or after Dean slipped
out the back door.  Obviously, we were waking her up.  I would need to find
some alternative.

After two weeks of that mad sex, we agreed for me to go to Dean's place and
wait for him in his own bed.  The twins were in bed when I tried it the
first night and Jim wasn't home from work yet.  I hadn't been in their
place much for a long time.  It suddenly felt more dingy and musty than
before.  Despite Dean stopping his smoking, the room still reeked of smoke
when I entered.  His sheets hadn't been changed in months.  It just seemed
nasty and depressing.

For over a month I'd had been driving to school and changing from my
uniform in the bathroom there to comfortable clothes, but I was still
grungy.  I was in the same condition as I lay then in his bed.  I felt
sticky and stinky and wanted a bath.  Dean liked me dirty, though.

Dean came in finally...with a runny nose.  We had mediocre sex followed by
his sneezing fit.  We finally went to bed but I tossed and turned.  Even
though I had set it, his piece of shit alarm clock didn't go off.  I
regretted not using the alarm on my cell phone.  I happened to wake up with
fifteen minutes to get to work.  I barely made it.  I woke up with a
"crick" in the neck and was miserable the whole day at work.  That night, I
told him I was going straight home and straight to bed.

Although the two weeks of rough and crazy sex got a lot of pent up
horniness out of my system, a week after we stopped, I was craving new
stuff again and was checking local sex ads online.  Sometimes I would
communicate back and forth and exchanging body pics.  We'd jack off over
several emails or by chatting until he asked me to come over or gave me
directions to his place (I did this mainly with guys in another city).  I'd
cum, turn off the computer and go to bed.  I'd find a pissy email from them
the next day.

I knew that Dean would find us a threesome online if I hinted, but for some
reason the idea of sneaking out for sex seemed hotter.  It was all about
the risk again.  I kept up with my cam buddies, but they weren't doing it
for me anymore.

One night, I found a married dude online.  He wanted me to drive over and
park down the street, walk into his garage, suck his dick, and leave all
while his wife and kids were inside.  I though it was so hot so I told him
I would do it.  After I turned off the computer, I looked at my watch and
it was just after ten that Friday evening.  I thought I might email Dean
for consent and then ask the guy if Dean could join us.  Then I thought
about canceling it.  I even emailed the guy and delayed it by an hour
hoping he'd say it was too late and to forget it, but he agreed.  My heart
was racing.  I hem-hawed back and forth during that hour, but I decided to
do it.

I drove up to the guy's house at eleven like we planned but parked just
past it.  It was in the neighborhood a few miles up the road from me.  I
got out in front of a house that was still being under construction and
walked past another house until I was at the dude's driveway.  The garage
door was indeed open but it was dark.  Just as I walked up to it, I saw his
silhouette.  He was smoking just inside the garage and stepped out into the
moonlight where I saw him more clearly.  He was over six foot, very
handsome, and had a perfectly trimmed dark brown beard.  Despite the dim
light, I could see he had beautiful eyes.  Online he'd told me he was
thirty, but he sure looked younger.

"Come on," he said in a very deep voice.

I followed him to a dark area behind the garage door.  As my eyes adjusted
to the lack of light, I could see a small wall light plugged in below a
large tool bench.  It was enough light for me to see him.  He unzipped his
pants and pulled out a fat dick that was already hard.  I got on my knees
and started sucking it.  My knees kind of hurt on the cold concrete but I
was so horny that I didn't care.  I held onto his balls and gave him a
Grade-A blow job.

He had on old white t-shirt and had on some weather beaten denim shorts.  He
was barefoot and his feet were huge.  I imagined how hot it would be to
service them.  I slid on hand up his shirt as I sucked and felt a flat and
fuzzy stomach.  I wanted to eat his ass, but he seemed content to just get
sucked off.

A warm, humid breeze blew into the garage slightly and it smelt like it
does when it's going to rain.  I kicked away my flip flops and concentrated
on sucking that guy's cock.  I pulled my own dick out and was jacking it in
a frenzy.  After a lot of sucking, ball licking, deep throating, etc, he
was pumping gobs of cum into my mouth.  His legs stiffened as I held onto
one of them for balance and shot my own load.  After we were both done, he
grabbed a large roll of paper towels and handed them to me.  I wiped my
hands, dick and face with a couple of them and handed them to him.  He
tossed them into a big trash can.

"Thanks dude!  You're a great cocksucker." he said quietly.  "Take it easy."

That was my cue to get the fuck out apparently.  He just stood there with
arms crossed staring until I walked out and was on the sidewalk nearing my
car.  I heard the automatic garage door closing and then I was in my car.  And
then, I felt like shit.  I just cheated on Dean again!

My hands were shaky and my throat was dry.  I was very nervous.  I was so
mad at myself that I wanted to punch the window or something.  I got in my
car and started it loudly.  Now I was mad at the dude that I gave a blow
job.  On purpose, I raised my motor loudly in front of his house and then
peeled out with a loud squeal of my tires.

Two minutes later, I was home.  I hadn't looked at the clock until then and
it was midnight.  I couldn't believe so much time had passed in that garage.
Just as I was getting out of my car, Dean's car came down the drive.  He
wasn't supposed to be home until after midnight.

I tried to get out of my car before he could see me, but I wasn't quick
enough.  I kept on walking to my door and he slowed down just before
passing my house.

"Yo!  Come here!" he called from his open window.

I nervously walked to his car.  He seemed to be in a good mood.

"You just go out?"

"Yeah, went for a drive," I said.

Well, it was true.

"The boss let us go early because all our systems were down," he said.

"Oh cool!"

"Hop in!" he said.

I opened the door and got inside.  The interior lights were on briefly
until I closed the door.  He moved over the center console and pulled my
head into a kiss.

"You wanna go inside?" he asked.

"Naw, I'm tired."

He put the car in park and turned it off without moving it to his parking
space.

"Who have you been with tonight?"

My face flushed warm in the dark.  I swallowed hard.

"What do you mean?" I said.

"You've got black on your knees and you smell like someone else's crotch.  You
face is flushed and you're acting nervous and weird."

He said it very calmly with little emotion.  There was nothing I could do
but tell the truth.

"I just sucked a guy's dick."

There was silence. Then he spoke.

"Get out!"

I felt like throwing up.

- - -

To be continued.


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