Date: Wed, 19 Jun 2013 20:27:01 -0500
From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: My Twisted Boyfriend PT 15

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My Twisted Boyfriend (sequel to Twisted Next Door Neighbors) PT 15

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

Dean wouldn't look at me as we sat in his car after I had confessed to
sucking a stranger's dick.

"Dude I feel like shit.  I'm a low life son of a bitch." I said.

He said nothing but was waiting for me to get out of his car.

"How is it different than us hooking up with strangers before?"

He turned to me.

"Because, you weren't going to tell me.  You didn't ask about it before you
did this shit." he said loudly.

"So you'd have said `Go for it" if I'd texted you for permission?"

"Fuck no!" he replied.

He started his car again and put it in drive.  He pulled forward and into
his regular parking place in front of his house and braked hard.  The tires
slid a little in the loose gravel and we came close to bumping a tree stump.
Just then, Jim's truck came rambling into the gravel drive.  Dean got out
and closed his door hard.  As soon as I got out he locked the doors with
his clicker.  I walked around to confront him directly.  Jim got out of his
truck as we began arguing again.  I put my hand on Dean's arm and he jerked
it away angrily.

"You just don't get it!  I've invited several dudes over and we've driven
all over the area for hookups so that you can experience a variety of dick
and ass.  How much cock do you want?  I kept doing it so you would get it
out of your system!  I let you.  I LET YOU!"

He grabbed my shoulders and shook me.

"Why am I not enough?"

Jim stood there with a stunned look on his face.  I was embarrassed and
upset.

"Can you speak?" Dean yelled.

Then Jim butted in.

"What do you mean a bunch of other guys?  You mean you've been fucking
around with strangers and then fucking them (the twins) over and over?  Are
both of you having anonymous sex?  You've put your brothers and me at risk?"

"Dad, we can talk about it inside!"

"Yeah we can!  The two of you get the fuck inside NOW!"

Things couldn't get worse.  I had Dean yelling at me followed by his dad
yelling at both of us.  Jim had a death stare on his face that had me
scared.  His forehead began to sweat and his hands were balled into fists
at his side.  Dean and I quickly walked into their mobile home.  Jim
followed behind us slamming the door shut.  We sat down on the couch like
scared children.

He sat down in his chair and ran his dirty hands through his hair and
sighed.  He looked exhausted.

"I'm going to try to stay calm and not wake your brothers up.  How many
guys have you two fucked around with?"

"It was mostly just oral, dad!" Dean quietly said.

"Is that what I asked?!?" Jim replied.

"I guess about fifteen."


Then Dean looked at me.

"Well, sixteen now for one of us.  But dad, we used condoms for the few
times we actually fucked anyone."

I wondered if Jim had sex with anyone since the family sex began, but I
dared not to ask at that moment or I might have gotten my ass whooped.  I
couldn't believe he was perfectly innocent.

"I don't want either of you touching the twins anymore!"

I swallowed nervously.

"You two get out of here and sort your shit out."

He got up tiredly and went to the refrigerator and grabbed two beers.  He
walked back past us to his room and closed the door.  My stomach was in
knots as he passed us.  I was scared he was going to beat one or both of us.
Then I answered Dean's question finally.

"I don't know why Dean.  I don't.  We have the hottest sex ever...but I am
horny twenty-four hours a day every day."

He just stared straight ahead.  His eyes looked watery like he was going to
tear up but was trying to stay butch.  He kept blinking.

"Are you going to say anything?" I asked.  "Aren't you horny all the time
too?  You're constantly jacking to porn and photos!  None of those guys are
me!"

"Yeah, but I just beat off if I can't get to you.  Everybody fantasizes.  I
don't even ask my brothers to suck me off or jack me anymore.  You're all I
want!"

I was feeling ill.  I deserved it.  He turned to me again.

"Do you only want to be with me or do you want to be free and get fucked by
all the men in town?  Would you be happier being a fuckin' slut?"

I was getting angry.

"If you want, I can get online right now and find you a good old fashioned
gang bang full of herpes, gonorrhea, and the works!"

His tone had turned spiteful and bitchy.

"Then you can get all the holes in your body filled with cum!  AKA "Cum
bucket Dave".

At first I had the urge to go off on him and tell him to fuck off.  He was
being nasty now, but then I looked into is eyes.  His words were sarcastic,
but his eyes had shown hurt.  Finally, he gave into his emotions and a lone
tear streaked down his face.

For those of us who have really fallen in love, we can remember the moment
of truth.  I had loved Dean as a boyfriend for months, but it was really an
infatuation.  However, it turned out that in the moment that I had hurt him
the most, I knew I was truly in love with him.  The teardrop was the moment
of truth.  I loved him and I was in love.

I hugged him hard and started apologizing over and over.  I kept telling
him I was sorry.  He kept staring away looking like he didn't believe me.  Was
it too late for me?  I sat there in torturing silence.

When he finally hugged me back, I cried too.  After a minute or so, he
stood up and pulled my hand to lead me out of there.  We went to his room
and lay in the dark for hours on his bed with no lights, no music, and no
words.  I just held him so tight with my face against his chest and
listened to his heartbeat slowly settled down.  There was no sound but the
air conditioner blowing through the vent in the floor.

- - -

The trade school courses ended at the beginning of June.  I had decided to
take the summer off and just work.  I wasn't certain if I would be
returning.  Having overcome my fear of exams, I did well with good scores
in the certification testing.  With the courses behind me, I now had
training and certification for basic automotive mechanics.  It was
something that would allow me to be recognized professionally instead of
only an employ for the semi-apprenticeship that I had originally started at
Debra's garage.  Besides, most of the guys in my trade school classes
turned out to be dudes that were there because their parents or spouses
were sick of them sitting around idle or jobless.  Only a small percentage
of the guys were as passionate as me.

Speaking of Debra, as June began, she was absent from the garage many times
without telling us why.  We eventually found out her partner was going
through treatments for breast cancer.  When her partner was recovering at
the beginning of July, the future of the garage seemed uncertain.  She
talked about selling it which made us all nervous.

Coincidentally, our town's first new car dealership was under
construction—a Ford dealership.  As soon as I found out about it, I let
Debra know that I was interested in applying as an entry level mechanic
after they opened.  She was very supportive and even found the contact
information for me to send a resume and letter.  It was mainly due to her
network of friends in local auto scene.  She told me she thought I was
ready to get a foot in the door somewhere and it was smart idea to
specialize in one manufacturer.  We had a long conversation about it.  She
talked to me like a coach.

"You're the perfect age to start at a new business.  If you like it, your
job knowledge will grow along with the business.  Just go for it and sell
yourself!"

Just after the Fourth of July holiday, Debra announced she had sold the
business.  My former boss from Jiffy Lube (the one I liked) was buying the
business with another friend of his.  It was both a shock and relief to
find out.  The change in ownership was not to occur until the end of August
because there were many details to be completely ironed out.  The mechanics
took it well and didn't seem to be too worried about the business changing
hands.  They were glad to still have a job.

During the beginning of summer, the land on the opposite side of our
trailer park—the woodsy part—was sold.  It was sad to see bulldozers come
in later and clear huge patches of the land.  Many trees were left but it
looked barren and depressing after it was all cleared.  According to the
sign that went up immediately, coming soon was a new "gated community" of
luxury homes.  It was quite ironic to find such a pretentious sounding
neighborhood being built next to our trailer park, albeit our place was
down to just two trailers.  Still there was no definite word from our
trailer park owner about the fate of it being sold.

As June passed, the atmosphere slowly lightened up between Dean and me.  It
wasn't a smooth road always.  After I had been busted at cheating, we had
some arguments over stupid things that never bothered us before.  The
arguments were due to both of us speaking our mind and not holding anything
back.  At least we were being open about things.

I think he still didn't trust me for awhile.  I made sure to stay in
contact with him when he was at work by chatting on his breaks on the phone
or going to have lunch with him if I wasn't working.  Sometimes, I brought
him some of mom's food on his dinner break and we ate in my car.  I made an
effort to show I could be trusted again.

A need for trust went both ways.  I still wondered if he was being totally
drug free.  I caught him a few times smoking regular cigarette after he
claimed to quit, but that was the least of my worries.  I really didn't
care if he smoked or not--that issue was trivial, but it was still another
type of addiction nonetheless.  Mostly, I feared him getting hold of some
meth.

We began to hang out with more of our friends in groups instead of always
staying home and watching TV.  In my attempt to be more open with him about
my needs, I told him I wanted to be more social with our friends.  Miranda
joined us when she could, but she was busy with college and dating some new
guy every week.  So, we arranged to hang out a friend or two once or twice
a week.  Just like Dean, I didn't necessarily care for big groups or crowds
much anymore--but I enjoyed him and me visiting with one or two people.

Also, I got Dean into the habit of going to the gym at least a couple of
times a week without me.  He loved swimming...that's all he did when he went
alone.  On our common days off, we went together.  I had dropped off some
of my muscle bulk and my chunkiness and was looking pretty good.  I was
nothing like my high school self, but I didn't want to be that muscled up
again.  Dean had gained enough weight to look healthy again.  I didn't like
the idea of him sleeping so much, so the gym got him out of the house for a
good reason.

The twins were busy in the first month of summer being social with their
friends.  A skateboard park was opened as part a huge sports complex run by
the city.  They were there daily.  They had Dean or someone drive them
there almost and spent hours skateboarding or biking on the hills and ramps.
They were quite tanned by July.  They were having the time of their lives
for sure.

Sex.  Well, there was still plenty of it, but it took a while after our
near-breakup to build up to the fun and kinky play of before.  We no longer
engaged his brothers.  They easily got off with each other and we suspected
they had found some sex buds within their own circle of friends.  Jim, well
he kept to himself a bit and sometimes seemed a bit depressed.  On his days
off, he slept a lot.  He'd wake up to eat and then go back to sleep.  Dean
wasn't sure of what to do about it.  Ironically, Dean did the same thing
himself a lot.

At home, Alex and mom were seriously going out all the time.  He still
looked at me like he couldn't stand me when mom walked away or was in
another room.  There was something weird about him and I was bound and
determined to find out what it was.

- - -

One evening Dean and I were sitting at my table eating sandwiches and the
topic of Alex came up.

"You know what you need to do?  You need to go through his place and snoop
around!" he suggested.

He was serious though.

"You need to find out where he lives and stake out his place, sneak inside,
and look around," he calmly stated.

I didn't bring it up, but I knew good and well he did the same to my place
before we knew each other well.

"What?  You think he's a serial killer because he doesn't like me?  I think
he just resents me because I'm always around when he's here.  He just wants
to bang my mom."

"Does your mom have key to his place?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"Well, you need to sneak it off her key chain, copy it, and put it back.  You
can pretend to take the wrong keys or sneak them out of her purse.  Just go
in and find something bad about him that will turn your mom off.  Hell, he
might be into animal porn or some shit.  Plant a really nasty porn mag in
his truck so you mom will find it."

What he said could be done, but would I have the balls to do it?

"Come on, let's go through her stuff now and look for his address," he said.

"You kill me dude!  But seriously..." I said.

He got up to walk to her room and nodded for me to come after him.

"Dude, chill.  Don't go fuckin' with my mom's shit."

He stood and stared at me with his eye brows raised.

"I'll do it instead," I stated.

- - -

We went to the spare room first and looked through mom's desk.  I found her
address book, but it wasn't in there.  I tried looking for any cards he
might have given her but found nothing.

"I think you need to look in her computer...her email probably." Dean said.

We turned on my mom's computer and in less than a minute it was up and
running.  I opened her email program and it began loading new messages.

"Make sure you don't open any new emails or you'll have to delete theme,"
the master stalker said.

I clicked open a folder called "Saved".  Within it, I found a folder that
was labeled "Alex."

We opened several and found just simple messages like "see you tonight" or
"I missed your call," etc.

"Check the oldest ones first, " Dean suggested.

I opened the oldest one and found his phone number only.  There was no
address anywhere else.

"Let me squeeze in!" he said.

I got up and he started googling and found a couple of sights and then cut
and pasted Alex's phone number into a reverse look up site.  Voilá, there
it was...a name and address for Alex Vega.

"He doesn't look Hispanic," Dean said.

"Yeah but that's his name," I replied.

I wrote Alex's info down and we googled his address.  Dean even pulled up
an aerial view of where he lived on a Google map.  It appeared to be a
house in a small group of homes surrounded by a creek.

"I know where that main road is.  It's a few miles past Miranda's," he said.

We printed the map and then Dean closed the email program, cleared the
internet cache and history page, and we shut the computer down.  Dean
looked excited and interested playing the sleuth.  He looked cute when he
was excited and caught up in something.

"Pull your cock out!" I ordered.

He was never one to refuse a blow.  He pulled his pants down to his ankles
and I got on my knees and went to town.  I was a sucking machine and sucked
frantically.  I let him push my head down hard on his dick—well, we both
liked that!  The spontaneous blow job didn't last too long.  It was one of
the quickest loads I'd seen him spill for me before.  He pulled his pants
up after it was done without wiping his dick.  I sat on his lap as he was
still on the computer chair and we kissed.

Somehow, I was able to hear noises outside and it was mom closing her car
door.  We scrambled out of the room and when she came in we were magically
just lazily watching ESPN.  She came in and greeted us.  She laid her keys
down next to her purse on the table that the flat screen TV stood on.  We
sat there until we heard the water come on for her shower or bath and I
nervously fumbled through her key chain.

I found two keys that I had no idea what they belonged to.  I gave them to
Dean with a wad of cash from my wallet and sent him to the hardware store
to make copies.  I was sweating in the pits the whole time until he got
back.  He came back in just as mom came out.  I had to get rid of her
momentarily.

"Mom, do you know where my old photo albums are?  I wanted to show Dean how
goofy I looked as a kid."

"David, you weren't goofy, you were a handsome kid.  It's back her in the
office room."

I followed her and looked back at Dean.  He winked at me and I knew he was
going to put the keys back.  Mom found the photo album right away and
stopped to ask her what was for supper.  It bought another thirty seconds.  We
walked back out and Dean was relaxed on the couch with his feet crossed and
arms folded up.  I had to admire his ability to remain cool.

He winked at me as a signal that all was good.  I was so relieved.  We took
the photo album back to my room and after we stepped inside and closed the
door, he grabbed me and kissed me.  He slipped the keys in my pocket and
grabbed my crotch.

"We make a good team!"

I felt guilty for sneaking around and wasn't as excited as him about
it.  Instead
of thinking about it, I jumped on the bed and we started flipping through
the album.  However, it wasn't the album that I'd asked for.

"Who's this?" he asked.

I knew it was mom's face instantly.  What I didn't comprehend was her
purple hair and crazy outfit.  I rubbed my eyes and stared harder.

"Dude, that's your mom!"

He recognized her face right away.

"And this dude with hair like Robert Smith of the Cure...fuck, it's your dad!"


He started laughing uncontrollably.  I grabbed the album back away from him
and he looked over my shoulder.  There were several photos of mom in
various new wave outfits and hairdos.  Dad looked the same in most of them
and wore different skinny ties.  Inside the album were ticket stubs of
concerts for Siouxsie & The Banshees, The Cure, and other bands I'd never
heard of.

"Oh my god, my mom loved some of these bands.  Dad has a box of her LP's
that we can't touch unless he's around." Dean said.

We found a picture of dad smoking from a bong.

"Were you kidnapped by some other woman--because these can't be your
parents." Dean joked..

"Dad's already told me some shit that mom doesn't know that he spilled.  Like
she got knocked up before they were married—with me!"

"Damn!" he laughed.  "You were almost a bastard baby like me!"

He grabbed me and we kissed.

We looked through the rest of the photo album.  Some photos had small notes
from a typewriter that had been cut out and pasted in with dates on them.  Then
the photos of my parents suddenly showed mom with her regular hair color
and normal clothes.  Dad's hair was cut short.  The next pictures were of
their wedding rehearsal.  I could see a small  bulge in mom's stomach that
isn't visible in all of their official wedding and honeymoon photos that
I'd seen many times before.

Just then, mom knocked on the door.

"Come in, mom." I said.

She was holding the photo album that I originally asked for.  I'd closed
the album up before the door was all the way open.

"I gave you the wrong...album...I see you've already found it." she laughed.

"Mom, why did you hide all of these?"

She quickly snatched it up playfully, but I knew she was taking it away
because she was worried about her pregnant pics.  I let her think we didn't
finish looking at it.  After she was gone and the door was shut again, Dean
and I looked through my own photo album and laughed at my goofy elementary
photos.

"Man, you looked like some bully, redneck kid until your junior high photos.
You started looking hot early!"

I grabbed him and we rolled around and made out without having actual sex.  He
said he had to get home to take his brothers someplace, so we parted.  As
soon as he left, I called my dad.  He answered his cell phone and I told
him about my new discovery.

"Dad, how come you never told me about your purple haired girlfriend?"

- - -

Later in the week when I didn't have anything to do and Dean was working, I
staked out Alex's place just to see the layout of his neighborhood.  The
house was an old, wood frame house in the woods.  Several lots around him
had been cleared for new, giant homes.  His was one of the remaining relics.
The creek went just beyond his place curving around one side of it before
crossing the main road that gave access to his street.  I drove by it at
dusk and then circled around one more time after it was completely dark.

After Dean got home, I told him about my findings.  He told me I should
find an excuse to allow mom and Alex to be alone at my house and then I
could sneak to Alex's place.  I got nervous just thinking about it.  We
talked about it several times the next week and I finally decided to try it.

On the next Saturday in the afternoon, I told mom I would be gone until
really late and then would be spending the night at Dean's.  She said that
Alex was going to come over.   I tried to find something legit to do, so I
ended up taking the twins to the skateboard park.  I took their bike in my
trunk and told them I was gonna ride the trails around the park while they
skateboarded or whatever.  They intended to spend a couple of hours there
baking in the sun anyway.  They were excited about it.

We drove to the park and I got the bike out while the guys got their gear
together.  I gave them some cold bottled waters from a small cooler I
packed and then I jumped on the bike and hauled ass.  I had to ride over
six miles to get to Alex's place in heat.  The temperature was forecasted
to reach 100 degrees.

Once I got to his area, I drove into the bushes way off the road and left
the bike there.  I walked along the creek and the briars were scratching my
legs.  I should have worn jeans but it was so damn hot.  There were
mosquitoes flying all around me and the air was rank with the stagnant
water in the creek.  Cicadas screeched from all around.  I finally got to
his place and saw his truck was still there.  Dammit!

I waited in the bushes for half an hour and finally I saw the dude
leave.   After
his truck was gone, I slowly walked to the back of his house.  I hoped to
god no one else was there.  I put my ear to the door and heard nothing.  I
slowly placed one of the duplicate keys in the door knob, but it didn't fit.
The second one fit perfectly!  I twisted the door knob and entered the
house slowly.  I first entered a kitchen that was old and drab.  It was
painted yellow and the appliances were avocado green.  The air smelled
liked greasy food.

I walked around in the living room and there was the same
scenario—extremely dated furnishings and a musty smell.  It was a typical
single guy's place so far.  On the fireplace mantle were a couple of
autographed bowling pins.  I quickly walked to the end of the hallway and
entered a master bedroom.  The bed was unmade and there were some pink
panties on the bed with a slut type of bra next to them.

My first thought was that Alex was secretly a cross dresser.  Then I heard
a female voice call from down the hallway.

"Jimmy babe!  You still here?"

Instinctively, I darted into a closet that was already ajar and closed it
the best that I could.  The door was warped and would not close completely
shut, so it stayed slightly open.  A cell phone rang, but not my own.  I
heard the female come running to the bedroom and answered her phone.

"Hey sexy girl!" she answered in a raspy voice with an extreme country
accent.

"Fuck yeah!  I had to let him ram my pussy all night, but it will be worth
it.  Yeah.  He's gonna be at that bitch's place tonight and will look for
her work keys.  Then I can get and grab all the ------ and ----------- (she
said some long medical or drug names I didn't understand)."

 I peeped through the crack in the door and a red headed gal with no
clothes sat on the bed.

"Girl, I miss you but the shit it almost done.  After I grab the stuff and
leave her keys in the lock, she'll get the blame.  Yeah, he'll be in a
waiting room to take shit and pay me.  I know, I'm all wet just talking to
you!"

She started fingering her pussy

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.  It was like a plot in bad porn.  If
I understood it correctly, this skank was going to rip off some hospital
drugs and give them to some Jimmy guy.  She kept playing with her pussy and
moaned for the person on the phone talking to her.

She finally hung up and lay there playing with her pussy and tits.  I heard
her moaning and understood that to be her orgasm.  I thought about my own
cell phone and fumbled in the dark to turn the ringer off.  I had just
enough light to do it.  I had an hour before I was supposed to be back to
pick up the twins, but half of that time would be needed for trekking
through the woods and then riding back to the back by bicycle.  I was so
nervous I was wringing wet with sweat.  It was dripping down my back. I
peered out and she was lying on her side and faced the opposite way.  She
was clicking around on a laptop.

I stood there in the dank closet and waited and waited.  I used the light
of my phone to look around in there.  A few card board boxes were on the
floor under the hanging clothes.  As I moved my phone over the stack of
items in the box, I saw some kind of diploma that said "James Chandler".  It
was framed and was on top of other stuff.  I quietly moved it.  Several
small, loose photos were underneath the frame and were sitting on many old
envelopes of opened mail.  I had to keep clicking my phone's buttons to
keep the bright wallpaper image open to use it for a flashlight.  I picked
up one photo and it was dark and I could barely make out the image—but it
was Alex and some older looking lady with their arms around each other.

I flipped it over and in handwriting someone wrote, "Jimmy, I love
you!".  Another
photo of him and the older lady showed them both on the beach.  She looked
like she was in her sixties in the daylight photo.  The back of the photo
had another handwritten note of, "Jimmy and I in Cancun."  A third photo
showed the two of them at a wedding.  There was nothing on the back of it.  I
slipped all three photos into my shorts pocket.  I peered out again and she
had on ear buds now and started humming to some music.  The music was so
loud in her headphones that I could hear the country music blaring also.

I made my move and slowly opened the door.  It creaked but she didn't move.
I tiptoed into the room and into the hallway.  I followed my original path
and when I got too the back door, I paused.  A paranoid instinct told me to
wipe the door handles after I slowly opened the back door.  I'd never
touched the one in the closet, I'd closed the door by pulling the whole
thing.  I wiped the inside and outside door knob with my shirt and closed
it quietly.

Once I was outside, I ran with all my might as fast as I could through the
backyard and into the brush.  I nearly fell after my legs and feet got
stuck in thorny briar bushes.  I maintained my balance and kept
running.  Finally,
I slowed down some and then started looking around for the bike.

"Oh my god, it's gone!" was my first thought.

I looked all around and made the assumption that I'd simply not ran far
enough.  Then I remembered seeing a humongous, spit oak tree on my way in
which I hadn't yet passed.  I started running again along the creek
directly when I tripped on another vine.  I went tumbling down toward the
foul water.

Just in time, I'd grabbed a branch of some small bush and only my lower
half slipped in the scummy water.  Half of my shorts slipped in the scummy
water.  I saw a tadpole swim by.  I scrambled back up the bank and started
running again.  After many more yards, I slowed down with relief when I saw
the bike gleaming in the sun.  I stopped and pulled the bottle of water off
the clamp.  My hands were shaking so bad that I could hardly unscrew the
top off.  I guzzled the water down in seconds.  I ran with the bike until I
reached the main road and began my hot trip back to the park.  I looked
down and saw my legs were cut in a few places and were bleeding.

I pedaled and pedaled with all kinds of wild thoughts in my head.  I kept
repeating the things I'd seen in my head trying to make sense of it all.  I
was dying of thirst but I kept pedaling with all my might.  I finally
reached the park and drove up to my car.  When I got off the bike, my legs
were shaking and felt like jelly.  It was hard to stand.  I popped off the
clamps to the small bike rack and slipped their bike back on.  It was dirty
and there was some weeds stuck in the spokes.  I looked down at myself and
I was a damn mess!

I pulled out my cell and it was wet all on the back from the creek
water.  Luckily,
my phone was saved by its plastic cover.  I tried to dry my phone off with
the driest part of my shirt.  I clicked it on and read the time.  I was
relieved the phone wasn't damaged but I saw that I was an hour late.  I
looked through the metal bars of the fence and the twins were still out
there having the time of their life.  I walked up to the tiny park
restrooms and went inside.

The whole restroom reeked of urine but had a clean appearance.  There was a
single sink.  I walked up to it and turned it on.  I splashed and splashed
the slightly cool water all over my face and forced my head low to wet my
head.  I pulled off my shirt and stuffed it into my back pocket.  There was
no soap, but I tried to rinse my arms and legs of the dirt and mud the best
that I could.  I was still a mess.

After recovering, I walked out to the gate and shouted for the twins.  They
looked over my way and grabbed their skateboards and began walking to me as
I got in the car and started it.  They scampered into the car and
immediately noticed I was in disarray.  I explained it away by saying a car
nearly hit me and I tumbled into the bushes.

"Don't worry dude, I'll scrub and oil your bike up."

"It's cool, dude," Curt said.

We pulled out of the park and onto the road and I cranked the air
conditioner.  It was never more appreciated.

"Hand me another bottle of water," I said to Jeff in the back seat.

They started rambling to me about their escapades for the last couple of
hours, but I wasn't really paying attention.

"You alright dude?" Curt said.

He'd notice I looked agitated.

"I'm just beat...kind of shook up over that near accident.

That excuse seemed to satisfy them and they began to chatter on again.

"Smells like we all need a shower...together!" Jeff suggested.

He grabbed my damp shorts and squeezed my dick.

"Wow, you're like totally soaked, man!"

Sex with them was the last thing on my mind.  I did want a shower...and I was
feeling dehydrated.  I stopped at a convenience store on our way home and
got us all a Gatorade.  Eventually, we finally got home and lo and behold,
Alex's truck wasn't there.  Or was he really "Jimmy"?

We got out of my car and I took off their bicycle from the back of my car.  I
walked it into their shed and locked it.  They were already inside and
naked by the time I got in there.  Jim wasn't home, but I remembered his
warning to leave the boys alone.  I wasn't sure how I was going to avoid
their advances.

"Get naked dude!" Jeff yelled when I came in.

They surrounded me and started pulling off my clothes.  Once naked, I fell
back on the couch and they started pulling off my wet shoes and peeled my
socks off.  It was surely a relief to be naked and in a cool house.  I did
join them in the shower, but I quickly got in and out with minimal groping
by the two of them.  I made my way to Dean's bed and was surprised to see
that it was made up.  I pulled the bedspread back and there were fresh
sheets.  I supposed maybe that was part of his new responsibilities.  I lay
there relaxing and felt truly tired—my feet and legs in particular.  My
mind was still reeling over the experience of breaking into Alex's place
and nearly getting busted.

Suddenly, the twins burst in and plopped on the bed next to me.  One of
them started playing with my feet, the other got over me and began licking
on of my nipples.

"I'm beat guys, but I'll watch you two if you wanna mess around."

"Okay!" Curt said.

He didn't seem too disappointed.

The two of them started making out at the edge of the bed.  Curt sat on the
edge with his feet on the floor.  Jeff straddled him and sat in his lap
with his legs around Curt's waist.  I marveled at how they'd grown since I
met them.  They were now between my and Dean's height!  I noticed something
different, though.

Gone was the quickie play...there was no frantic jacking, sucking, or fast
fuck.  The two of them were locking into an extremely passionate make out
session.  Curt reached around and stuck a middle finger in his brother's
ass as he sat on his lap and kept kissing him back.  I got hard watching
them going at it with both of their tongues hanging out and lapping at each
other...dueling tongues.  Then they would lock lips again and the tongue
battle carried on out of view.  Both of their eyes were closed and it was
like I wasn't even there.

Finally their mouths separated long enough for Curt to ask me for the lube.
As usual, a bottle was on the floor next to Dean's bed.  I handed it to him.
He popped the top.  Without Curt or Jeff moving, Curt poured some on his
dick and popped the lid back.  He tossed the bottle near me and with one
hand on each ass cheek of his brother's butt, he pulled his twin's crack
open.  Jeff reached around and guided his brother's dick into his waiting
ass and moaned.  Curt plopped backwards on his back and Jeff came with him.
Jeff was now on top and they began kissing again.

I was momentarily distracted from my panic and worry over Alex that I began
to stroke my hard dick and watched them go at it.  Curt slowly fucked his
brother's ass with Jeff's own dick pressed against Curt's belly.  After
nearly half an hour of them fucking—never changing positions—Curt spoke.

"I'm ready dude!"

Jeff quickly pulled off and began sucking his brother's dick which had just
come out of his ass.  Jeff gripped Curt's ball sac and bobbed his head up
and down.  Curt began moaning extremely loud.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck!"

Jeff sucked and sucked until Curt was squirming.  Curt moved over abruptly
and started sucking off Jeff.  Curt rammed three fingers effortlessly into
Jeff's freshly fucked ass and it made Jeff start cumming into his mouth.  After
he was done, they pulled each other up and slowly walked out to their
bedroom.

"I love you brother!" I heard one of them say as they shut their door.

I heard more sexual sounds after the door was shut.  Likely, they were
going at it again.  I continued beating off.  I was amazed and very turned
on at their more mature and new approach.  I thought about Dean while I was
jacking off.  I fantasized about him fucking me on a city bus stop
bench...him dressed and me naked while other people gawked and stared.  I
shot my load all over the clean bed spread.

I rolled over onto my stomach.  Stress gave way to exhaustion and I fell
asleep shortly after shooting my load.

- - -

I woke up to a naked Dean snuggling me in the dark.  I turned over groggily
and snuggled with him.  It took a few minutes, but reality soon came back
and I sat up in the bed.

"My mom...I was going to go back home before that fucker came over!"  I said
fast and panicky.

"Slow down sexy.  Now tell me what's happened.  Whatever it is, I help you
figure it out."


To be continued.


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