Date: Wed, 17 Jul 2013 16:37:23 -0500
From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: My Twisted Boyfriend PT 17

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My Twisted Boyfriend (sequel to Twisted Next Door Neighbors) PT 17

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

- - -

After my job interview for the new dealership, I was told to report in
a couple of weeks for training.  I was ecstatic.  When I told Dean the
news he told me he had news of his own.  He revealed that he was able
to get into the local community college despite his decision being
made at the last minute.  Apparently, it was hard to get in during the
last day of registration for many classes, but he made it.  He was
going to take an entry level course "Drawing 1101".

Jim accepted his decision with no issues except for he made it clear
that he expected Dean to pay for it.  Personally, I think he was just
glad to get Dean out of the house instead of having him sleeping all
the time.  When he wasn't working or with me, he was often dozing. He
was flat out lazy.

Both of us were beginning something new at the same time.  It was the
change we both needed.  Debra was cool as hell, but some days I felt a
little bored at work.  Being the new guy, I was given mostly routine
jobs or only assisted the other guys with the tough work.  I was
definitely learning things, but at a slower pace than I wanted.

The daily routine had become dull too--I was often worn out from doing
the gym, work, and then class most evenings.  Getting the job was
going to allow me to train and specialize in a particular manufacturer
and get paid for it.  I was to start training the first week of
September in Fort Worth for a few weeks prior to the dealership
opening.

The Saturday after I got the news of the job, Dean and Miranda wanted
to take me out to Dallas to celebrate.  They planned on us eating out
and then going dancing.  I'd rather have gone to hear a band play, but
they were treating so I went along with it.  Dean didn't love the
drama of gay clubs necessarily, but he loved to dance.  He was really
good.  I felt like a dork when I made attempts to dance, but I made
the best of it and tried to have fun.  Besides, there's so much hot
meat on the dance floor.  That surely made up any awkwardness.  I just
needed to lighten up.

We all decided to not dress nice...but trashy!  I wore a skin-tight,
worn out t-shirt with holes.  My shirt had old black grease stains
that had not washed completely out.  I wore basic tightie whities that
were too small.  "Sagging" was not my thing, but I did allow my shorts
to hang low enough for the elastic of my underwear to show above the
top of my denim shorts (which had some small holes here and there).
Both the shirt and shorts could be pulled off with ease if I decided
to dance in my underwear again.  I wore ragged old sneakers with no
socks.

Dean wore a white wife beater, underwear, and gym shorts that went to
his knees.  However, the white shiny fabric was thin and you could see
his orange, tight underwear through them.  He wore a pair of his
brother's soccer socks (in Hunter Green!). Miranda skipped the usual
Goth stuff and wore a purple miniskirt with a female version of a wife
beater (also purple) with a black bra.  It showed her tits well.  We
all looked like trailer trash!

We ate at our favorite Indian-Pakistani restaurant just a few blocks
from all the gay clubs.  After entering the restaurant and being
seated, we sat at a round table.  We ordered a few different things
and shared the food.  I dug into the Chicken Tikka Masala with gusto.
Dean and Miranda feasted on Lamb Vindaloo that the menu said was extra
spicy.  The food was delicious.

As we ate, the restaurant remained mostly empty for a weekend evening
(which was surprising).  There was a goofy little Caucasian old man
who spoke another language to the waiter whenever he came to the table
to refill his iced tea.  The old man kept staring at Miranda's tits.
Her cleavage was right out there.

"Looks like you got a fan!" I said.

"God I know!" she said.

She rolled her eyes and used her naan (bread) to scoop up some rice
and tamarind chutney.

"You want me and Dave to kiss to distract him?" Dean suggested.

"Or should one of us pretend to be your jealous husband?" I suggested.

"No, I'll do a Sharon Stone on him," she said.

We weren't sure what she was talking about until she lifted her white
linen napkin from her lap and put it on the table.

"Both of you move out of his way."

We scooted our chairs a little apart from each other to widen the gap
between us.  The old man could see her full on at that point. She
moved somewhat in her seat and went back to eating.  The old man
dropped his fork on his plate and drank his water quickly.

"Oh my god, did you just expose your cootchie to him?" Dean whispered.

She grinned and shrugged her shoulders.

"Woman!  You ain't wearing panties in that miniskirt?" he laughed.

"Well, we all agreed to dress trashy, cool, and comfortable," she said.

For some reason I felt my dick stir.  I wasn't turned on by Miranda
sexually, but the idea of her exposing her pussy to that man was still
hot.  I wished it had been Dean pulling his cock out under the
table—or me!  I'd save that idea for later.  I knew he would do it if
I asked him to.

We looked up and the man nervously walked up to the cashier and paid
for his meal.  His hand was shaky as he handed his credit card.  He
wouldn't look back at us.  We were all sniggering trying to hold it
in.  The minute he was out of the door we started cracking up.  All of
us had tears running down our face.  Two families entered the
restaurant and quieted down a little but kept on laughing.

After eating, we drove to the same club that we went out to when we
turned eighteen.  This time, we were more organized.  We parked in a
real parking place with no threat of being towed.  We felt we no
longer such "newbies" at the club.  I was no longer in the closet and
was not looking all around to see if I knew anyone.  I told myself to
just let go and not worry what anyone thinks about my dancing or
anything.

Dean's body had filled out a little from his swimming workouts and his
face was no longer gaunt—he looked fine as ever.  He was eating a lot
more at that point.  I'd lost a lot of weight just from not eating
like a hog anymore.  With our toned up bodies, it was the perfect time
to show off.  Miranda's weight came and went but her tits got all the
attention.  The three of us entered the club as a cocky trio.

We walked around for starters just checking things out with Miranda in
between us.  She had her arms around our waists as we walked to the
dark corner where a hot, brown skinned man danced.  He wore shortly
cropped, wavy hair and had a smooth, muscular body.  I gave Dean a
dollar to slide into the waist of the dude's G-string.  The dancer
kissed Dean on his forehead before looking back at me and winking.  I
got a hard on.  I didn't even care if it was noticeable in the scant
light.

After killing time checking out the views of the first dance and the
other two nearby, we headed to the dance floor.  I didn't bother to
strip down; I just stayed as I was.  The music boomed and we got our
groove on in the corner of the dance floor.  Dean put his mouth close
to Miranda's ear and said something that made her laugh.  I felt kind
of left out.  I didn't like it when they laughed at some inside joke
or other, but then he put his warm lips against my ears and yelled.

"We think it would be funny to act like (words I couldn't hear).
You'll be her husband!"

All I heard was something about being her husband.  He grabbed my hand
and pulled off my class ring.  He put it on my other ring finger and
twisted it around so it looked like a wedding band.  Miranda
understood what he was doing apparently and I saw her rearranging her
rings.  She put both of her fancy rings on the same finger and it
looked like a wedding and engagement ring set.  I only figured out
that we were supposed to pretend to be a straight couple.  It wouldn't
be too out of the ordinary as many straights joined their friends
there.

We moved to the center of the dance floor as Miranda pulled me quickly
by my arm.  It wasn't totally packed out there yet like it would be
soon.  Dean stayed away from us at first and Miranda and I danced.  I
stood in place doing my own thing while she rubbed all over me.  I
tried to look tough and unbothered like I was dancing with my "bitch".
 Had I been straight, I would have been the envy of the guys around
because she rubbed her butt against my crotch a lot.  She was dancing
like a "nasty ho".

She pulled me into her and bounced those tits against me.  Even though
it was like my sister flopping her boobs around, I stared all straight
faced (pun intended) into her eyes like we were hot for each other.
She grabbed my butt a few times and we ground our crotches a few
times.  Then I noticed a gap around us where folks had stepped back to
give us room and were watching us.  I didn't see Dean anywhere.  Cute,
but obviously gay guys my age were nodding or pointing my way.  I was
digging the attention.  She winked at me I just stared down at her and
licked my lips.  I wanted to look back at the hot guys checking us
out, but I kept my eyes on Miranda and her big tits.

"What is it that makes us turned on by "straight guys" even more when
they are ignoring us gay gays?" I wondered.

Suddenly, Dean appeared at our side and was dancing all crazy—but
dancing damn good.  He was acting really stereotypically gay.  I
looked over at him and nodded like I was semi-interested.  I thought
the three of were going to dance together, but Dean pulled me away
from her and started dancing nastily next to me.  I saw Miranda
pretending to be pissed and put her hands on her hips and was
pretending to yell at me over the deafening beat.  I understood the
game then.

I put my hands behind my head and just stood there while Dean
pretended to seduce me.  Miranda pretended to squeeze in between us.
I pulled her off and she kept trying to separate us.  Then Dean pulled
me into a deep kiss and I closed my eyes.  My dick sprang to life and
it fought against the confines of my shorts as it lay downward against
my balls in those tight briefs.  Suddenly, some pretty girl pushed me
aside and grabbed Miranda and pulled her away.  We only saw that chick
dragging Miranda off the dance floor.  The gal looked back at Dean and
me and flipped us off!

We started kissing again and grinded our crotches together.  We heard
cat calls and whistling.  One guy yelled, "Go for it girl" to Dean.
Somebody else yelled, "You don't need that bitch!"  I was so horny
after the fake seduction that I wanted to take him to the bathroom and
fuck him good against the wall.

We danced through another long remix of some song I didn't know and
then headed outside to the fenced in area behind the club.  The
charade was now over.  Before we got to the door, Dean slapped my arm
to get my attention.  He nodded toward a dark corner and Miranda was
making out with that chick!

We hurried outside to be blasted with hot night air.  At least it was
quieter.  We walked to the outdoor bar and order three glasses of
Coke.  Dean and I pulled our shirts off to cool down.  Both of our
shirts were wringing wet.  After a few men left a bench we hurried to
take it.  Just then, Miranda strutted outside.  She was laughing by
the time she got to us and couldn't talk for giggling.

"Oh fuck ya'll, that poor girl thought she was rescuing me from my
"asshole" boyfriend!"

"Have you messed around with many girls before?" I asked Miranda.

She didn't answer but grabbed her glass of the bubbling soft drink and
guzzled it down.

- - -

We danced for another hour after our break and then headed out.  I
marveled at the scores of gay men and women out on the streets going
in and out of the clubs and restaurants on that block.  Although the
club scene was not my thing at all, being around so many other openly
gay men was really cool.  There was an energetic atmosphere around.  I
scoped so many sexy men of all ages, skin colors, and body types.

Soon enough, we were in the car and on our way out of the big city.
We drove home singing to all the songs on an oldies station.  I was
really happy.

- - -

Leaving Debra's garage wasn't a very sentimental thing for me.  I
planned to stay in touch with her as well as with the guys remaining
in the garage.  The remaining guys would be working for a new owner,
Isaac, whom I already knew from my first job.  I had already given my
two weeks notice and was looking forward to beginning the next phase
of my mechanic career.

However, the Monday after hearing about the good news, I received a
call and was told that the classes were canceled due to they had
"over-hired".  I was told that in six months I would be eligible to
apply again if I was still interested and if there were positions
available.  I numbly hung the phone up and stood there in a daze.
Anger welled up in me and I slammed my fist against my bedroom door.
I tore a fist sized hole on the inner side of it.

I raised my shaking hand and it was full of splinters around my
knuckles and was bleeding.

"God Dammit!" I shouted to no one.

I sat down on the bed exasperated.  I tried to pull out the big
splinters but several remained under the skin.  I went to the kitchen
and acted on my first impulse.  I grabbed some of mom's beer.  Beer
always seemed to help her when she was stressed.  I popped the top and
guzzled the first one down.  I went back for another but I grabbed a
few.  I also grabbed a bag of nacho chips.

Midway through my third beer, I picked up the phone can called my dad at work.

"Richard here," he answered on his private extension number.

"Dad! It's me."

"David, is everything okay?"

"Dammit dad, that dealership job fell through!"

With his hand over the mouthpiece of his phone, I heard him tell
someone in his office that he had an important call and that he'd
speak to them in a while.

"Sorry bud, one of the guys was in here but he's gone.  What happened?"

Dad sounded stressed himself.  I apparently called at a bad time.  I
franticly told him about getting the call about the job.

"Slow down, son.  Did they give you a good reason?"

"Yeah, they gave me some bullshit reason about hiring too many people.
 How the hell can they hire me one week and then call me on Monday and
say never mind?"

"Well, that could be true.  They don't sound too organized.  There's
probably some more serious reason behind it.  It sounds like they have
terrible management.  Maybe it's better you didn't have to work for
them." He reassured.

"It ain't fuckin' fair!" I bitched.

I sniffed but I didn't want dad to know I was crying.  Then I burped.

"Mom's gonna be pissed at me," I added.

He chuckled.

"What did you do?"

"I punched a hole in my door.  I've drank three of her beers."

I was waiting for another chuckle from dad.

"Dammit Dave, you need to watch your temper.  You're supposed to be
acting more mature, not like a kid!"

I hadn't heard Dad snap loudly to me like that in years.

"Yes sir."

"Destroying shit every time you get mad?  You know better!  Now you
measure that damn door and go to Home Depot or somewhere and see if
they can replace it.  Hopefully it's not some customer sized door or
you're gonna pay more.  But don't go driving until that beer is out of
your system.  You know your mom's gonna yell at you about the beer, so
get ready!"

"Yes sir."

Then there was silence.  Dad spoke a little more calmer this time.

"David, I know you really wanted that job but sometimes life throws a
wrench in the works.  I know you want to be a full fledged mechanic,
but just keep in mind that if you have some bumps along the way you
might want to have a plan B.  I'm really glad you found something you
want to spend your life doing, but keep in mind it's going to be hard
on your body.  You might find the work is really hard for the paycheck
you'll receive until you're really seasoned.  You might even consider
some college night classes or something.  Just keep your options
open."

"Yeah, dad...you're right of course."

"I've got a meeting that I'm late for.  Call me at home tonight if you
still need to talk.  I'm always here for you."

"Okay, dad."

"Love you!" he said.

"Me too..."

I numbly ended the call on my cell phone and looked at my injured
hand.  I was expecting a great pep talk from dad or some camaraderie
laughing over my beer and my punched door, but he was all "parent"
with me.  I felt a little deflated.

I lay back and felt a buzz from the beers.  Since mom was gonna yell
at me for drinking them anyway, I opened one more and guzzled until it
was gone.  I was hoping that would bring on even a better buzz.  I
belched really loud and disgustingly and stood up to get more chips.
After I stood up fast, my stomach churned and I had a major impulse to
gag.  I hauled ass over to my bedroom sink and hurled.  Vomit welled
up in my throat and blasted the sink.  Up came beer and food.  When I
was finally done, the sink was full of all the beer, chips, and then
some.

I was disgusted, but I grabbed a wad of toilet paper and wiped out the
partially digested food and tossed it into the commode.  I turned on
the water and rinsed out my mouth and washed my face.  My throat
burned from the stomach acid.  I felt a fool.

- - -

I texted Dean about my news and what happened afterwards.  He told me
not to worry about the beer--he'd take care of that.  I texted back
for an explanation but received none.  He was at work and wasn't
supposed to be texting anyway.  Half an hour later, there was a loud
knock on my door.  I looked out and it was Miranda.

"You owe me big, mister!" she said as I let her in.

After all this time, it was only her second or third time to come
over.  She'd never been there without Dean.  She handed me a bag.  I
pulled it open and there was a six pack of my mom's beer.

"What the fuck?" I laughed.

"Your boyfriend texted me and told me you needed to replace your mom's
beer.  My dad drinks the same, so you're extremely lucky!"

"Thank you, babe." I told her.

I gave her a big hug, but then she pulled away.

"Oh but wait, you're gonna owe me big!  What if I had been pulled over?"

"I know, I know..." I told her in a defeated manner.

She was going to give me a hard time just like dad had.

"Why were you boozin' it up?"

I just shrugged.

She pulled me over to the couch.

"Oh my god, what happened to your hand? Did you get in another fight?"

"No, I punched my bedroom door."

Then I told her my sob story about the job.  She seemed sympathetic
about the job, but not the door.

"Sweetie, you can't go hitting people and smashing walls every time
you get upset." she lectured.

"Yes, MOM," I joked.

Finally, she relented and kissed me on the forehead.

"Go replace that beer before your mama gets home.  It looks like I
brought over two too many, so I'm gonna watch you pour those down the
sink!"

I did as she said and we put all my beer cans into a small plastic bag
and took them with her.  I wondered why she was so against me drinking
but would smoke pot anytime with me.  It wasn't worth bringing up at
that moment.

"If I get pulled over I'll say I'm recycling!  And if that don't work,
I'll show the cop my tits!"

I laughed.

"What if you get a female cop?" I said.

"Well, then she's likely a lesbian and would like to see'em too!"

We both had a good laugh.

"You can't stay and hang for while?" I asked.

I really didn't want to be alone.

"I gotta go back to the campus and meet some dudes for a team project
for one of my classes.  One of them is hot as hell!"

She pulled out her phone and flipped through some screens.

"See?"

I saw a photo of one guy sitting down in a classroom.  He was
African-American and very dark.  My dick was slightly activated as I
admired his smooth, muscular arms.  He wore an old t-shirt with the
arms cut out and frat letters on the back of it.

"I took it during class...he didn't know!" she joked.

"Yeah, he's hot" I agreed.

"Well, I don't want to be late.  I was getting ready when Dean texted
me.  He owes me big, too!  But I love you both."

She walked out the front door and soon had driven away.  I sat around
waiting for mom to get home.  I cooked dinner and had it ready when
she got home.

The minute she came in and smelled the food, she was excited.

"Oh honey, you made dinner?  How nice!"

She was in a good mood and playfully danced over to the kitchen in her
work uniform.  I had an oven mitt on my hand so she didn't see the
abrasions.

"If you're hungry now, we can eat." I told her.

"Oh yeah, I am starving."

I put out the Styrofoam plates and put the macaroni and cheese, pork
chops, and beans on the table.  I didn't pull off the mitt until I sat
down.  I kept that hand on my lap as I ate.  For what it was worth,
the food was damn good.  After we were finishing up, I sprang it on
her.

"Mom, I got a call today and was told my new job won't be happening.
I got mad and punched my door.  I'll buy a new one tomorrow.  I'm very
sorry."

She barely reacted at first as if it were taking time to sink in.

"Okay, well I appreciated the dinner, but I understand it was to butter me up."

I didn't reply.

"Let me see your hand."

I had been eating only with the other hand.  I put it up on the table in view.

"Well, you learned your lesson I hope.  You gotta control that anger, babe."

"Yes ma'am."

"You get that door fixed and that will be all I have to say.  I don't
even want to see it."

"Yes ma'am."

Damn, I was relieved that she didn't explode on me.  I guess she felt
a little sorry for me about the job but wouldn't say so.  Had she
known about the beer, I'm sure it would have been a different story.
I didn't feel bad about hiding it—I'd already paid the price by
barfing my brains out.

"Now, let's go get that hand wrapped up."

- - -

I knew it was going to be very uncomfortable to back and beg for my
old job.  I bathed, put on totally clean and good clothes, groomed
perfectly, and drove into the garage.  Debra was there with Isaac, the
new owner, going over the books.  He and I shook hands and then he
gave me a "bro" style hug.

"Good to see you old man!" he said.  "I hear you're leaving us and
moving to bigger stuff!"

"Yes sir, that's what I came in here for today.  Can I speak to both privately?"

There was no one in the small waiting room, but Debra motioned us into
her office with a surprised look on her face.  We entered and shut the
door.  I told them about getting hired then not hired at the new
dealership.  Debra just shook her head in disgust.

"We just heard one of their financial backers has pulled out, that
place is in disarray.  It might not even open for awhile." Isaac said.

"I wondered if that was gonna affect you.  Izzy and I talked about you
yesterday." she said.

"I would like you to disregard my notice to quit," I said.

My stomach was in knots waiting for his response.

"Well Dave, I'm gonna have a full house as it is.  I've brought in one
of my guys from my last garage to work with Debbie's men.  I'll have
just part time work for you unless one of them leaves."

"I'll take it!" I blurted out quickly.

His facial expression remained stern and he put his hand out for a
handshake.  His much larger hand shook mine with a tight and sincere
grip.

"Well it's a deal, then." He said.

"Thank you, sir.  I'll check the schedule tomorrow."

I left relieved yet disappointed.  I was not even going to the "new,
young guy" but would be "part time help.'  I supposed that it was
better than nothing.  After leaving there, I drove all over Fort Worth
looking for a replacement door that was the same size.  After checking
at the fifth place and being told by a rude worker that I'm gonna have
to order a customized door for a lot of money, I felt defeated.  Just
then a little old man in denim overalls came up to me and put his hand
on my shoulder.

"I heard you askin' about a door for a mobile home.  You won't find
something like that in these stores."

His voice was very calm, countrified, and soothing.  He must have been
almost eighty years old.

"Have you tried going to a place that sells trailers?  They might tell
you where to find one!"

I shook the old man's hand and thanked him for the suggestion.  There
were mobile home dealers all over our rural interstate highway closer
to home.  I stopped at a few and asked about doors for size of my own.
 In the end, I was directed to a trailer salvage yard and found a door
off the same dimensions, albeit the wrong color. I bought it for only
twenty bucks and took it home.

- - -

I had only two days scheduled to work the next week.  My shifts were
only for six hours.  I had been used to way more but I took what I
could get.  I spent one day off painting the replacement door to match
the bedroom.  It turned out to be sturdier than the first one but was
an ugly color with scratches on it.  I planned on painting a couple of
coats of white paint on it.

Dean was off that day but was still asleep when I started painting at
noon.  It was September but still hot outside.  Mom was at work and
all was quiet.  I put the door on two wooden horses that I borrowed
from Jim's shed and began setting up in my yard.  I was about to open
the can of paint when I heard a voice.

"I think you got too many clothes on...you're gonna get paint on them!"
Dean said hoarsely.

He had quietly slipped out on his back steps in just a pair of shorts
and had a Coke in his hand.  He had on sunglasses.  He sat in the
partial shade of a tree and his house.  His extremely white skin
looked even more pale outside.

"Oh yeah?  You came out and risked getting sun on your vampire skin to
ask me that?" I asked amused.

"Yeah, I think you should strip down to your boxers to paint."

The idea sounded sexy.  I pulled off my old wife beater that was full
of holes and tossed it in the leaves.  I sexily undid my button fly of
the ragged denim shorts and let them fall to my feet.  I kicked them
off.

"Get barefoot!" he said.

I had my torn up old sneakers on.  I'd put on old clothes to
paint—stuff I didn't care about getting white paint on.

"Nice!"

I was just in my blue, cotton boxers at that point.  The opening in
front didn't have a button or anything.  I could feel the warm breeze
blow into the slit after my denims were off.  I could see a little bit
of my pubic hair sticking out of the slit.

I opened the can of paint all the way and stirred it up.  I poured the
paint into a pan and then put the roller brush in it to get it coated.
 I began to roll the brush up and down the length of the door.  I saw
I already had paint spatter on my forearms.

"Damn you look so fuckin' hot painting in your underwear!"

He looked at me and grinned.  Just then the loud engine of a riding
lawn mower started up just past the barbed wire fence.  Some guy was
mowing the field behind the houses.  I scratched my back with my free
hand and sweat was already dripping down the middle of it.  I kept on
painting.

When I stopped for a break and grabbed my bottle of water, I saw Dean
pulling his cock out of the leg of his shorts.  The guy mowing beyond
us was oblivious.  Even if he looked, he would just see Dean's
profile.  As he sat there on the steps, his dick was fully hard and
lay against his upper thigh.  He slowly began to jack it.  My own dick
sprang to life and totally tented my shorts.  I couldn't turn around
without anyone beyond the fence seeing my dick sticking up through the
fabric.  I kept my back to the fence and picked up my brush.

As I started rolling the brush again, I used my free hand to pull my
dick up against my body.  I let my elastic pop back against my cock so
it wasn't tented and pointing outward anymore.  Instead, it was
pressed against my pubes by the elastic band with its head peeping
over the top.

"Oh sweet!  Let me see some more head!" Dean said.

I pushed the elastic down a little more the full head was exposed.  I
still had my back to the fence.

"Turn around," he said.

I moved to face him.

"No dude, I meant turn all the way around in a circle one time."

I went for it and quickly rotated as I painted the last of the flat
side of the door.  Then I started painting the slim sides.

"Pull them down in back so your crack shows!"" he ordered.

I did and he licked his lips.  He was jacking his own cock faster and
randomly spitting on his hand for lube.  I looked down at my own dick
and saw a huge glob of precum in my slit.  I stood with my side facing
the guy mowing as he passed by and put my finger on the head to gather
the precum.  I licked it off my finger.  I put the roller brush in the
tray and walked over to Dean.

"Sit down next to me and take your boxers off!"

I plopped down next to him and with his left side facing the fence and
my right side facing the gravel parking places.  From the view of
anyone beyond the fence, my naked crotch was only protected by his own
body sitting next to me.  While I had been naked in my yard many times
before, it had been different.  Back then there were no neighboring
homes or people about.  It had been totally private.  Sitting there
naked in the present felt more forbidden and sexy.

Dean used his own cum and reached down between my legs and started
jacking me.  The excitement and rush of jacking naked in front of the
dude mowing the lawn was more than enough to make me cum fast.  I was
about to shoot my load when I thought I heard a car driving up.  We
scrambled to find my clothes and I hauled ass into his back door with
him following.  There was no time to dress, I ran inside naked.

Once we got inside, we heard a car drive up and pulled the curtains
open slightly.  I saw a police car!

I started panicking and kept saying, "Oh my god".

Dean stayed cool as a cucumber and peeped out there again.

"Chill dude, he's not getting out or anything.  Just wait and see what
he does.  Even if he knocks, we don't have to open the door.  He
doesn't know we're here."

"Don't touch that curtain!" I yelled.

My heart was racing.  We moved to another window in Dean's kitchen
where we could see through a crack without touching the material of
the curtain.  I felt Dean's middle finger push into my sticky hole.  I
pushed him away.  I saw that he'd already dropped his shorts to the
floor and his dick was hard.

"What the fuck?" I complained.

"Me and my man got the cops looking for us!  Let's get it on!"

I ignored him and went back to peeping through the window.  I could
see the cop typing into a keyboard in front of a flat screen inside
his vehicle.  He'd been out there a total of ten minutes at lease.
Finally he moved his mounted computer sideways and then took his car
out of park, backed out, and drove away.  I walked to the couch and
fell back with relief.

"Oh fuck...do you think that dude on the mower called the cops?"

"I don't know, man." Dean answered. "But he's gone.  Now where were we?

He pulled me close to him and tried to kiss me.  We were both sticky
already and now my pits stank from the nervous sweating.  I pushed him
away.

"What?" he asked.

"I'm not in the mood now," I told him.

"Man, don't be such a pussy."

He walked back to his room and I heard him fall onto the bed.  As it
creaked from this sound of his body falling on it, I thought about
dressing and going back outside to check my paint.  Just then, there
was a knock at Dean's front door and I nearly jumped out of my skin.

"Who the fuck?" Dean called from his room.

I peeped out the small rectangular window in Dean's front door and saw
the mower guy!  Part of me was mad, the other part curious.  So, I
opened the door.  I pulled the door open and just stared at him.  I
stood behind the door as I as still naked.  Up close, he looked kind
of cute.  He was in his late twenties, short, and slightly stocky.  He
had light skin that was lightly freckled.  He had piercing green eyes.
 There was wavy brown hair jutting out from the side of his baseball
cap.

Just then Dean walked up behind me and stood naked just out of sight.
The guy started talking rapidly.

"Yo dude, I didn't call the cops!  But I sure saw you two fooling
around!  When I was mowing, I saw some old bitch in her housecoat on a
cordless phone looking over here.  You know the one with a chain link
fend.  I'm just sayin..."

Just then, Dean pulled the door all the way back and we stood totally
naked in front of the guy.

"So, you liked watching us?" he asked.

I couldn't believe Dean so was so ballsy.  I thought the guy was about
to freak, but instead he just started laughing heartily.

"Well, I wouldn't be standing here otherwise!"

He took off his cap and exposed sweaty, tangle hair.  He smiled with a
pair of full, sexy lips.  He was a hottie!

"Come on in," Dean said.

I was surprised Dean let him inside due to we weren't supposed to have
sex with other guys anymore if we were going to keep having" family
sex".

"You wanna see me fuck him?" Dean asked the dude.

"Sure!  Whatever floats your boat!"

I moved back and the guy stepped all the way in.  He had huge sweat
spots under the arms of his Dallas Cowboys T-shirt.  He wore green
Khaki shorts with lots of pockets in them.  He had some tools attached
to a big belt.  He was my type for sure.

"Have a seat!" Dean said.

"I'm Grant."

Dean nodded in acknowledgement.  Grant sat down and ran his fingers
through his sweaty hair.  Dean sat down in Jim's big chair and started
jacking his dick until it was fully hard.  He spit on it several time
and told me to get over there.

"You should get comfortable like we are," Dean told him.

He pulled off his shirt and then his shorts.  He had no underwear on.
I could smell a musk come from his crotch the second his pants were
down.  He had nice arms with tattoos on both biceps.  He had barrel
chest build but it looked like he stopped working them out some time
ago.  I liked a big chest.  I wasn't a fan of man boobs, but he was
nowhere close to having those.

I got on my knees and scooted up into Dean's lap in his dad's chair.
Dean and I kissed as my ass hovered over his lap.

"Grant, you like his white bubble ass?"

"Uh huh."

"Spread your cheeks for him, Dave."

I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart for him.  Dean shoved three
spit covered fingers up into my sweaty hole and dug around.  They came
out clean.  He shoved them into my mouth and I got them all wet for
their return.  He rammed them back in again and I moaned.  When they
slid out again, his cock slid in.  I let all my weight fall on his lap
and his cock went in all the way.  I was sitting on Dean's dick with
my legs around his waist.

"That's right dude, take me in as far as you can," he told me.

I sat hard on his penis and enjoyed feeling of it bending up in my
rectum against my insides.  I never figured out what guys on the
internet talked about when they talked about someone hitting their G
spot or massaging their prostrate crap.  I never felt any suck magical
trigger—I just liked the feeling of something stuck up my ass.  I
loved stimulation to my butt hole.  It was just sexy to have a part of
another guy inside my own body.

Grant pulled on his dick and it grew fully hard. It was an uncut,
thick, and mean looking dick.  A huge chunk of foreskin covered the
head with folds left over.  I could see a film of gunk around its head
when he pulled it back.  He saw me staring at it.

"Sorry man, it gets nasty if I cum in my skin and don't wash it out.
Especially in that heat out there." He explained.

"Dave here would probably prefer it that way, right stud?" he asked me.

I pulled Dean to me and we kissed.  My dick pressed against his belly.
 I moved my knees outward and began to ride his sweet dick.  Dean put
his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.

"Grant, you have a boyfriend that rides you like this? I feel like a
king.  Look at his hot butt spread open back there!"

Grant got up squatted on the carpet in front of us and moved his face
just inches from Dean's dick.  Dean spread his knees to give Grant a
better view of his own goods.  I kept humping and riding Dean.  I was
so turned on by having someone watch again.  On each upstroke I went
far enough for the head of Dean's cock to touch my inner ass lips then
I pushed all the way down again—up and down.  I could feel the workout
I was getting in my upper legs.

"Dude, this is so sweet!" Grant said.

"Get on the coffee table baby!"

I lifted off his dick and grabbed the soiled, tattered afghan off the
sofa and laid it on the coffee table.  Then, I plopped down on my back
and pulled my knees to my chest with my feet in the air.  Dean pulled
the afghan and I slid to the edge of the table.  Dean got on top of
the table and onto his knees and put his hands under my armpits where
he braced himself on his palms.

With him hovering over me, I pulled my knees tighter against my chest
and moved my feet in his face.  He began to suck my toes.  My feet
were dirty from the ground outside but he didn't care.

"God damn you guys are awesome!" Grant said.

"Why don't you line my dick up back there with Dave's butthole?"

Grant took Dean's cock and lined it up with my puffy hole. Then Dean
lowered into me with ease.  Grant was standing there whacking his meat
into a frenzy.  Now and then he spit down on his cock to lube it up
again.  After he watched Dean feast on my feet for awhile, he got
behind us and put his face just inches away from my hole.  Dean's dick
was fucking it like piston in a motor.  It was lubed now from pure
sweat and ass juice.

"You like what you see back there?" Dean asked.

"Uh huh!" Grant gasped.

"I can feel you sniffing around.  Why don't you put your nose against
Dave's hole and feel my balls slap it!"

Grant pushed his face into against Dean's dick and my hole. Dean's
cock was rubbing against it the whole time.  I could feel his breath
as he inhaled and exhaled deeply.  He was in hog heaven.

"Why don't you lick my ball sac back there?"

I could hear Grant smacking and licking back there.  My legs were
cramping up so I wrapped them around Dean's waist.  Doing so let him
drill me from a slightly different angle.  The whole time I was barely
jacking off.  I just wanted to enjoy being taken by Dean.  I looked up
and he opened his mouth to let a long stream of spit roll down to me.
I opened my mouth and let it roll onto my tongue.

"Lick my dick as it goes in and out of Dave's butt!" he said to Grant.

I could feel Grant's chin resting just below my hole and more of his
hot breath.  Then we heard Grant cumming.  He moaned and groaned.  I
felt his weight has he collapsed with his face resting between my and
Dean's fucking bodies.  Just then, Dean started cumming inside of me.
After he was done, he let his cock out slowly so that a trail of gooey
cum came with it.  He stood up and had his dick pulled straight down
and the jizz was clinging to it.

"Come and get it dude!"

I sat up dizzily and scooted to the floor where I sucked the cum off
his dick and milked the last droplets from it by squeezing it like a
tube several times.  Grant was mesmerized in the floor sitting against
Jim's big chair.  He had a goofy grin on his face.

"You need to shower bro?" I asked

"Naw man, I wanna smell y'all's funk all day on my face."

"You wanna cum?" Dean asked me sexily.

"No man, I'm gonna save it so you can jack me tonight with a lot of
edging.  I wanna explode when I cum."

Dean playfully slapped my bare ass.  Grant was slowly getting dressed.

I loved coming close to cumming and then being deprived of it.  It
kept my horny for the rest of the day and when I would finally cum, it
would be spectacular.

"So you work for a landscaping company or what?" I asked.

"No dude, I live back behind you.  The neighborhood association pays
me to mow that strip of land between us.  They're gonna build a
neighborhood playground there soon.  I guess you won't be able
to...'have fun' anymore."

He stopped talking and slipped his shorts on.  Dean and I exchanged glances.

"I gotta admit guys...I've seen you do this stuff before today."

Dean laughed.

"So, you're the whistler in the night?  You caught us running around naked?"

Grant's freckled face burned red.

"Yeah, and that wasn't the first time.  I've seen those blond twin
guys do it too."

"My dad would kick our ass if he knew we've been doing all this and
were seen,' Dean said.

"Well, I first saw it by accident when I was walking my dog over there
one night.  Then I came again each night.  I didn't see anything again
for a long time.  Then one night I saw one of you run naked from one
house to another.  After that I came by whether I had to walk the dog
or not."

Dean and I looked at each other again.  We truly never thought anyone
saw us.  We had become too relaxed and were basically naïve to think
that we'd get away with it forever.  It wasn't the last of our naked
adventures by far, but it was a wake up call.

"I've got a fenced in private backyard and a pool.  If you two wanna
come over when my sister is at work, I'm game!"

He asked for a pen and paper.  Dean grabbed a pen from the kitchen and
tore off a paper towel from the wall for him to write on.  He thanked
us for the adventure and said he'd still walk his dog at night in case
we got naked.  Dean didn't reply to that.  Grant finished dressing and
walked out the door.  I looked out the window and saw that he was
walking to the main road.  He could have climbed over the fence but I
guess he thought the bitch who called the cops would see.  I walked
away from the window and Dean took my place watching Grant walk away.

"Looks like we have a stalker," he said.

I slid my hands around his naked waist to rest them in his sticky bush.

"It takes one to know one, huh?" I said and kissed the back of his neck.

To be continued.

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