Date: Tue, 5 Feb 2013 19:43:07 -0600
From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: My Twisted Boyfriend Part 2

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My Twisted Boyfriend (sequel to Twisted Next Door Neighbors) PT 2

(Fiction, teen/college romance, incest)

I was off Sunday morning.  I didn't go for my night jog the night
before and dreaded the thought of doing it after sunrise in the heat.
The weather forecast called for rain.  We needed it badly—all the
vegetation was drying up.  Big clouds rolled up and it was very humid,
but nothing happened.  I even heard thunder a few times, but no rain
came.  I pulled off the covers and went into the living room.

My mom was working days but her days off had been moved to the middle
of the week.  So that day I had privacy to roam the house naked.  I
lay back on the recliner basking in the cool air conditioning blowing
from a floor vent beside me.  I was about to fall asleep again when I
heard a tap at the front door.  I groggily got up and peeped out the
window and saw Jeff out there in just a small pair of worn, black
shorts.  I opened the door and let him in.

"Hey bud," he said. "Dean said to come and check up on you now and
then...so here I am."

"You didn't wait long, huh?" I Iaughed.

His voice had already changed and was deeper.  Aside from that, he was
trying to sound even deeper as if we wanted to be more butch.  He had
on baggy shorts that hung past his tan line and exposed and inch of
white all the way around.  I could see own dick semi hard against the
thin fabric.  My own dick began to get hard.  As I was naked, he
noticed my erection instantly and grabbed it in the open doorway.  I
nodded for him to come on inside.  As soon as he was inside he pulled
off his shorts and was too.

"You're filling out, bro." I told him.

"Yeah?" he said.  "Cool!"

His demeanor changed suddenly his normal voice was back.  Despite his
recent growth, he was still the kid inside that I first met.  The
butch act soon was tossed aside.  I sat down on the couch and he
plopped down next to me and started playing with my cock.

"You want some of that?" I asked.

"Fuck yeah, dude!" He quickly replied.

I slid sideways and lay back with my head on the arm of the couch
supported by some pillows.  I stretched out the length of the couch
and spread my legs so he could sit between them.  Our eyes met and I
nodded down at my dick giving him the signal to go for it.  He got on
his knees between my legs with his butt in the air.  He quickly moved
down to my cock and started giving me head.  Being in that house of
horny guys, he wasn't a novice any more.  He knew how to go all the
way down the way I liked it.  His head bobbed up and down like a good
cocksucker.  I slid my left hand into his soft, scruffy hair and
firmly held onto it.  I didn't let him rise too far up on each
upstroke.  He looked up at me while sucking and I winked at to signal
he was doing a great job.

I grabbed the remote and clicked on highlights a UFC match.  It was
brutal, but I loved the guys fighting in what was basically boxer
briefs and grabbing each others hot and sweaty bodies.  With Curt at
my mercy, I took advantage of his services and let him suck for a very
long time before I even considered letting my load shoot—albeit hard
to control at times.  A couple of times I almost shot but I pulled him
off to make him work on my ball sac.  My nuts were hanging low and
needed to be forced into his small mouth, but he finally got both
inside and sucked on them.  When I finally decided to shoot my morning
load, I had him turn around so we were in a sixty nine and his soft,
white butt was against my nose.

I shoved my nose into his pucker and moved it all around, gathering up
as much of his crack scent as I could.  When I was ready, I pulled
those sweet cheeks apart and stuck my long tongue as far up as it
would go and pumped it.  My lips were clamped onto his asshole lips.
I started cumming hard and he kept sucking diligently.  Finally, he
lifted his head up and opened his mouth.  He had the entire load in
there.

"Come here," I said.

I pulled his face to mine and we made out swapping my jizz.  I spit
out some cum into my hand and reached for his dick.  After about
thirty seconds of stroking it, it began shooting all over my belly.
After his last spurt, he collapsed on top of me.  We smelled of spit,
sweat, and sperm.  I loved it.

Just like before, he got very touchy feely and didn't want to let go
of me.  He felt like a koala bear clinging on.  I loved the intimacy
of the "after cum" moment, but after several minutes, I was craving a
sandwich and some Doritos.  I hinted that I needed to get up and he
rolled over.

"Well, you sure did take care of me like you promised, guy."  I said
and slapped him on the ass.

He was beaming with pride and had a goofy grin on his face.  I
suspected he and his twin still had a little crush on me.

"You want a sandwich?" I asked

He declined and said his dad told him that he had to mow the lawn...it
was his turn--he wanted to get it over with.

"But call me over if you need a blow again!" he said.

"Sure thang, brotha!" I told him.

I figured if his brother Curt was just as eager to service me, I was
never gonna lack attention.  When I needed a good fuck, I definitely
planned to call on their dad.  They were great substitutes, but if
anyone could be there, I wanted it to be Dean.  I logged onto my
laptop and the internet and found a message from Dean waiting.  He
told me he would call later and tell me about the crazy first night in
his dorm.  It was nice to read his message.

I sat around lazily until the last hour or so before mom came home and
scrambled to do my share of the chores.  I'd barely finished cleaning
the bathrooms when she drove up.  I pretended to have been just
watching TV.

"Hey babe!"

"Hey mom," I answered as she came to me and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

"I saw the family of that boy that you had a fight with at the
hospital.  I don't know if you heard, but he passed away."

"Yeah, mom.  I heard about it yesterday.  It's too weird." I replied.

I began to sweat.  I was dying to know the reason of his death but
didn't want to act too concerned.  I had wondered all kinds of things
with my overactive imagination like if he had been poisoned, did he
overdose, did a drug dealer kill him, etc.  I felt very nervous.  I
even wondered if I gave him brain damage from the awful pounding I
gave to his head.

"Well, the guy I know from the morgue said there was some kind of
blood clot in his brain."

I was relieved to hear the reason.

"Oh yeah?" I said.

She went on rambling about it and then about other drama she heard
about from the Emergency Room.  I soon tuned out and wanted to get out
of there.  I pulled my laptop around and started googling the only
funeral home in town.  I found a notice for Jason's funeral on their
website.  It was to be Tuesday morning.

I told my mom I needed to go to town and get gas and that I was going
to stop by a friend's house.  Instead, I just drove around until I
reached the interstate highway and cruised out of town.  I just needed
to clear my head.  My mother's talk of Jason stirred more feelings of
guilt inside of me.  I hoped he had more sex with guys before he
died...after finally coming to terms with being gay.  I felt so bad that
he worked so hard to get off drugs just to die from something else.

I blasted the CD player and tried to think of other things.  I passed
two different cars that had likely overheated and were on the side of
the road with the hoods open.  That gave me an idea that I wanted to
talk to Debra about.

- - -

Monday, work was extremely busy.  The heat was unbearable.  Debra
couldn't close the garage doors and turn on the air conditioner
because the air quality would suffer.  None of us wanted to dye from
exhaust fumes.  Still, we persevered.  At the end of the day, I asked
if I could talk to her about an idea I had.  She asked me to come into
her office.

Country music was playing at a low volume on a beat up old boom box at
the edge of her desk.  She pulled a small bottle of Gatorade from a
fridge that was somewhere on her side of the desk.

"What's up Dave?" she asked.

She opened the Gatorade and handed it to me.

"Well, with this heat, so many cars are stalling.  You don't have a
tow truck of your own, but you have that truck out there that's not
being used."

I was referring to a small white pickup that was sometimes used for
driving back and forth to pick up auto parts or to drive customer's
home if they had no ride.  It wasn't used much at all anymore.

"You could provide a service to people by sending someone out to fill
up their radiators...if they have a flat let them call you instead of
Triple AAA.  We could provide small services like fixing tires or
minor repairs that don't require a garage.  Even fill their tank up if
they ran out of gas.  You could advertise it online—you don't even
have a website in this day and age.  We can save their butt and then
when they need a major repair, they'll remember the garage that helped
them out!"

I kept on for a couple of minutes and she heard me out. Then there was silence.

"What do you think?" I asked.

She let out a long sigh.

"I think you're right!  Why let those other services take our business
when we can take care of those folks right here in town!  We're close
enough to the interstate highway to run and pick them up.  If it's too
serious, they can get towed here by one of our business partners.  So
Dave, you suggested this.  I want you to make a list of everything
we'll need in the truck to provide that service.  I want you to give
the truck a tune up and clean it up.  After I get your list and assess
the cost, I'll see what we need to buy.  This is going to be your
project.  Are you up for this?"

"Hell yeah!  I mean, yes ma'am." I said.

"Okay, well you start on that first thing Wednesday.  Now get out of
here and go enjoy the rest of the evening."

"Yes ma'am."

I cleaned up and tossed my coveralls into the washing machine in the
back room.  I drove home excitedly and couldn't wait to tell mom and
Dean of my new venture at work.  As I drove home, I thought about
Jason's funeral being the next day.  Should I even dare to go?  I was
sympathetic about him but felt conflicted about it.  I only had to
work a four hour shift starting at noon, so I'd have time.

Once I was home, I told mom all about telling my idea to Debra and
having her agree to it.  I tried to reach Dean on my cell, but I got
his voice mail.  I figured he was probably really busy with classes.
After I ate supper, I showered and went to relax in my room.  I forgot
a CD out in the car that I wanted to copy before returning it to one
of the guys at work, so I pulled on some shorts and hopped out the
back door to get it.  It was close to eight thirty in the evening and
the sun was just going down.  It was still blazing hot.  I heard feet
walking in the gravel and turned to see Curt walking back with his
bike all sweaty.  His shirt was on his shoulder and he had a baseball
cap on.

"Fuck man, you'd better be careful riding in this heat!" I told him.

"Don't worry `dad,' I'm drinking plenty of water!" he teased.

I noticed him staring down at my crotch.  Because I'd pulled on my
shorts with no underwear, my dick was poking sideways at a weird angle
almost looking like it was hard.  I knew exactly what he was thinking.

"You wanna come over and shower with me?  Dean said it was cool."

"I just showered, but I think you wanna do more than shower, bro." I laughed.

His face flushed a little and he just smiled and shrugged.  He
scratched his back just under the elastic of his shorts and the top
his crack was exposed.  I could have used a tight hole around my cock,
but I was tired and wanted to lounge around at home.

"Maybe tomorrow dude."

"Sweet!" he said and winked before walking around the corner.

I walked back inside to my room and shut the door.  My phone beeped
and I found a text from Dean asking me to log onto an instant
messenger and to turn my cam on.  I opened my laptop and logged in.
Soon enough, his invitation to share his cam popped up.  Our internal
mics were both on.

"Hey good lookin'!" he said sexily.

"Hey babe!"

He came into view and he was in front of his laptop on his bed naked
and jacking and hard dick.

"Fuck, you look good!" I said.

"I'm thinking about you dude.  Get those damn shorts off and let me
see your dick."

I obliged and got naked for him.

"Is your mom home?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Put your headphones on and I'll do the talking."

I grabbed some ear buds and stuck them in.  I couldn't do much nasty
talking, so he led the session.  He told me what to do as we watched
each other jack.  He had me expose my hole to him and finger it
lewdly.  I rammed the whole middle finger inside.

"Now lick your finger," he said.

My hole was clean for the most part but it felt hot and nasty being
told to do it.

"Now get your dildo and fuck your ass hard with it..."

The nasty talk went on and on until I blew a massive load that nearly
landed on my expensive laptop's keyboard.  I rubbed my cum on my chest
and balls and enjoyed the afterglow of a cyber orgasm with my man.
He'd shot his load, too.

"Where's your roommate?"

"He's not here right now.  I'm working on getting rid of him.
Hopefully it's working."

I rolled my eyes wondering what he'd done.

"I'm in a different room right now than I was last night.  My first
night was a mess.  The toilet overflowed and no one could stop it.
Luckily all my stuff was on the bed or the desk.  They had to move us
to a more expensive room because it was the only available one."

"I'd like to drive down and see you."

He smiled big and the gap in his teeth was emphasized in the light
from his monitor.

"I'd like that.  Try to come Saturday evening and spend all day Sunday with me."

"That will be great!" I replied.

"It's a date then."

We sat there chatting some more and I told him about work and the new
project of which I was to be in charge.  He told me that he'd be
working in the university library as part of his financial aid.  We
made some other small talk and then he was sounding very sleepy so I
told him to get to bed.  He kept on trying to carry on the
conversation but started to doze when I was speaking.  I captured a
screen shot of the image of him lying on his pillow in dream land.  I
left the messenger up and my cam on until I couldn't keep my own eyes
open.

"Goodnight lover!" I said into the mic and logged off.

- - -

My alarm woke me up the next morning but I didn't want to get out of
bed.  I had two hours before the funeral and then I would head to work
after that.  I thought about jogging and decided a bike ride would be
better.  Curt had told me that I could use his bike any time.  I put
on my bike shorts and a cap and headed around the corner to fetch the
bike.  As I was opening the storage shed, Jim popped outside.

"I caught a thief!" he laughed.  He was in jeans only, barefoot and
shirtless.  He looked so hot with his slight pot belly out under his
firmer pecs.  His arms were nicely muscled.  He had over a day's worth
of stubble.  My dick stirred but I knew there wasn't enough time to
mess around and exercise.  I could catch up with him later.

"I want you to do me a favor, Dave.  I know it's not your problem, but
I worry about those two staying alone all night by themselves.  I mean
I trust'em for the most part, but do you mind checking in on them for
me sometime?  You can even spend the night in Dean's room if you want.
 Actually, I'll pay you to stay a couple of nights a week."

"Oh yeah, that's cool." I said without really thinking about it.

"Cool, we'll chat at the end of each week so I can pay you.  I'm
trying to move to a three to eleven evening shift.  After that, then
I'll be home most of every night.

"Yes, sir."

"Start calling Jim, bud.  You're a man now and I'm not your dad...we're buds."

"Yes sir, I mean Jim." I said.  "I was going to borrow Curt's bike for
a quick ride."

"Sure...I'll lock it up later." he replied.

I grabbed the bike and took a quick 30 minute drive around the country
roads.  I passed many of the new neighborhoods which just a year
before were only prairie or wooded areas.  I felt sad to see the
countryside invaded, yet on the other hand it was bringing more
businesses into our town and bringing out of "hick town" status.

As I pedaled the bike, I became drenched in sweat.  It was likely
already eighty five degrees or so.  I swiftly made my round trip and
rode back home to shower.  I went to put on the same dress clothes
which I wore to my graduation, but the shirt was really tight on my
torso.  I pulled off the dress shirt and wore a Polo shirt instead.  I
had on my gray Dockers and dress shoes.  I grabbed my back pack and
shoved in my work uniform and shoes.

As I walked out to the car, I realized I hadn't put the bicycle back.
I walked it over to the shed at Dean's and placed it inside.  Jim saw
me through the window and then walked out to the shed to lock it
behind me.  I figured he'd be sleeping...maybe he had been waiting for
me to return.  I'd really have to make time soon to fool around with
him.

"Wow, they sure have you dress up `purty' at that garage," he laughed.

My face flushed.

"Yeah, I know, huh?" I replied jokingly but gave him no explanation of
me being dressed up.

I walked on to my car and proceeded to start it up for my drive into
town.  Despite my working air conditioner, I was sweating profusely.
I had a very nervous stomach.  It's churning was a combination of
skipping my morning meal and the uneasy feeling of going to a funeral.
 I had only been to one funeral and I was younger.

I drove up to the funeral home to find it packed.  I had to park out
on the street a block down.  I'd remembered Jason's parents were
prominent business owners and apparently his family was big.  I walked
silently in the stifling heat feeling sweat drip down my back under
the fabric of my undershirt.  When I finally got to the door, the cold
blast of air conditioning was a blessing.

I was greeted by one of the funeral home employees and was told where
the viewing was and that I could sign in up ahead if I wanted to.  I
skipped signing the guest book and walked on into the chapel.  The
décor was conservative yet tasteful.  It had the feel of a small town
funeral home with its old fashioned and conservative furniture.

Inside there were pews on either side of a main aisle.  Up ahead was
the open coffin with scores of plants and flower arrangements.  While
there weren't many people in the lobby, the main chapel room was full.
 Many were seated in the pews while others were silently congregating
on the sides.  People were walking one at a time to see the body.  My
stomach was in knots.

I walked slowly in a daze up to the coffin.  I was oblivious to those
around me the closer I got.  As I stepped up to see him, I slowly
looked down.  He had been shaved and his hair was trimmed.  He looked
much younger than during our motel interlude.  His face looked
peaceful.  I knew it was the result of the funeral home cosmetician,
but his rested expression put me at ease.  I just stood there and
stared for a minute or so.  Then, I felt a cool and soft hand on my
arm.

"Were you friends with my son?"

My mouth went totally dry and I tried to speak without sounding
emotional like a girl.  But, as I turned my head to face her and
before I could answer, she spoke.

"I remember you now.  You and my son had that awful fight."

She didn't say it with any malice or hate.  She spoke kindly, actually.

"Yes ma'am.  Please forgive me."

"My son was not himself back then."

I swallowed and took a breath and began to tell her about finding him
months later stalled on the side of the road in the snow and how I
rescued him.  I told her how we went back to his motel but I didn't
mention our sexual encounter, of course.

"Ma'am, he was trying so hard to stay clean.  He was nice enough to
let me hang there so I wouldn't drive home in the ice.  We fought
about something that happened when he was on drugs.  He had really
changed.  He told me that what bothered him the most was that he let
you and his dad down.  He mentioned you in particular."

That was a mouthful from me, but it made his mom pull out a lace
handkerchief and wipe her eyes.  She started crying and I felt like
shit.

"He and I forgave each other," I said. "He was sorry for what he put
you through."

She began crying more and her husband walked up and they walked away
together as he put a protective and loving arm around her.  The two of
them looked like old Texas money--classy, but in an old-school, rural
way.  My nerves had calmed down after she walked away.  Others were
coming up behind me to view Jason in his coffin.  I politely moved
away.

I walked to the extreme right of the room and sat on a pew in the back
by myself.   I noticed the corner of the room had a flat screen
monitor showing a slideshow of photos of Jason.  They were pictures of
him as baby, a kid, and later a teen.  Many showed him laughing and
playing around with friends or family.

Just then, I noticed a group of guys from the other side of the room.
Many looked alike, most likely they were brothers or cousins.  They
were around my age.  They were all muscular and tough looking...and they
were giving me the hardest, coldest, go-to-hell stare.  I tried to act
casual and not notice, but I could feel their glare anyway.  I thought
it was best to not make eye contact.  They must have been close
friends or family and knew exactly who I was.

A woman walked in and started playing an organ.  Everyone began
congregating back to their seats.  After a minute of so, a minister
walked to a podium and began to speak.  I felt more unwelcome at that
minute than I did before.  I quietly got up, walked out, and left.
Just as I walked through the door to the lobby, I turned to see I was
still being stared down by at least one of the males in that group.

I quickly got in my car and drove to a McDonald's.  I went to the
bathroom and changed to my work clothes in a stall and then grabbed
some burgers.  Once I had left the funeral home, my appetite returned
and tension left my body.  I drove to work and ate in the back room
and then clocked in.

- - -

A couple of days later, I had completed making the list of what I
thought Debra would need for the garage to have a "rescue truck" for
stranded motorists who needed a simple fix to get up and going again.
I was sent to the hardware store to get things like some rubber orange
cones and to an auto parts store for some small stuff like gas
containers.

That same week, Debra acquired a large water tank to attach to the bed
of the rescue truck.  I wondered how she found one so fast.

"I'm not the only one who knows how to use the internet, now." She
said with a grin when I asked where it came from.

She had a local sign company make magnetic signs for each door of the
truck with the garage's name, address, and number on it.  Finally, she
had some yellowpages.com ads put online to list her garage as a rescue
service.  By the end of the week, it was all done.

By Saturday morning, the garage had its first "rescue" call.  I hopped
in the truck (full of tools from the garage) and drove up the
interstate to fix a tire for an old man.  He paid the fee in cash and
gave me a tip.  Later in the day, another call came in for a car that
overheated.  I drove to them and waited for their car cool down.
After that, I filled the radiator up with more water.  I couldn't tell
right there why it overheated, but we got the radiator refilled.  I
had a cooler handy and offered the lady chilled bottled water.  After
we got her car started and she paid me, I suggested she come into the
garage to have her car checked over completely—and she did!

Debra sat in her office calling her customers from the past to let
them know we were available with that service if needed.  I heard her
talking about going to Kinko's to have some flyers made.  I was so
excited that my small idea was blossoming.

At the end of the day I was exhausted.  I left work tired but the
thought of my pending trip to see Dean perked me up.  I went home and
showered hurriedly and barely said goodbye to mom.  Soon enough, I was
flying down the highway jamming to loud metal music on my way to see
my man.

- - -

I got confused as hell trying to navigate around Dean's college and to
find his dorm.  I finally found a parking spot that I hoped wasn't a
tow away zone.  I called him and he directed me around sidewalks and
stuff over the phone until I was at the door of his dorm building
where he was waiting with happy look on his face.  Without caring who
the fuck was watching him, he came up to me and grabbed me hard kissed
me on the mouth.  We kept kissing and knowing we were in public made
my cock start growing.  A year before, I would have been too closeted
to do such a thing.  Now, it was exciting and a turn on.

"Let's go to my room."

The dormitory hall smelled like our old high school.  Many parts
appeared to have been recently renovated.  We went through a maze of
halls and passed many hot guys on the way--I tried to keep my eyes on
Dean.  Some of the guys were shirtless with round, hot butts bouncing
in their shorts.  I shook my head and looked away.  Finally we came to
his door and entered the tiny room.

The room had two small twin beds.  One was a loft bed which was like
the upper bed of a bunk bed but had a desk underneath it.  The other
bed was against the wall perpendicular to it.  There was a small
bathroom that was shared with another dorm room.

"Fuck man, I feel like a sardine!" I said.

"Come on, it's not much different than my room at home."

"What happened to your roommate?

He sighed.

"That guy was a fuckin' religious nut.  You know I'd have no tolerance
for both him and Jesus."

I just shook my head.

"Yeah," Dean continued, "Let's just say I (cleared his throat)
`talked' in my sleep and he didn't like what he heard.  I scared him
away.  He requested another dorm mate after two days."

I laughed, "You crazy bastard!"

He moved over to lock the bathroom door and started pulling off his clothes.

"Now let me give daddy some of that good head he's been missing!" he said slyly.

I tossed off all my clothes onto the pile of his except for my tennis
shoes.  I sat down on the spare bed and pulled my knees apart.  My
hard dick was pointing straight up to the ceiling.  Dean came over and
knelt on his knees and his warm mouth went all the way down on it.  I
lay back and basked in the pleasure of a quality blow job.  He really
knew how to suck it.  He used his hands constantly to stroke my balls
or to play with my nips.  Now and then his middle finger slid past my
taint and touched my hungry hole.  I didn't feel like edging my
orgasm, so when the first urge came, I just let it go.

He voraciously swallowed my jizz and kept on sucking me until I
squirmed and yelled for him to stop.  He stood up and pulled my feet
up and moved them up to the bed so I was totally on my back.  He
rolled onto the bed and lay next to me with his ass facing me and his
head over my shoes—our heads were close to each others feet.  He
untied each shoe slowly and pulled them off.  As each shoe came off,
he put his nose into the shoe and huffed it.  Then he tossed them into
the floor.  I'd had my shoes on for a long time and my socks were
quite damp.  He slowly peeled my socks off and began sucking my toes.

I stroked my semi-hard dick while he serviced my feet.  He alternated
massaging them and licking all over them.  I licked my middle finger
and slid it into his hole while he made out with my feet.  Sticking my
finger inside his warm hole only made me crave the taste of it. It had
been too long without it.

"Move that ass up here!" I ordered.

Sitting doggy style, he scooted his beautiful white ass backwards up
to my face.  It smelled of his "cotton blossom" Bath and Bodyworks
shower gel (I'd memorized the scents by now).  I wrapped my mouth
around his hole and rammed my tongue straight in.  He moaned hoarsely.
 I drilled it and sucked hard.

"Fuck dude, that's it...get it ready so you can fuck it hard!"

I ate his ass passionately and got it all wet and juicy.  Abruptly, he
stood up on the bed and lowered himself onto my now totally hard dick.
 There was a little friction but he didn't wince at all as he sit down
on it hard and then lay back on me.  I was on my back with his back
against my chest.  We hadn't tried that position before.  I wrapped my
legs around his and I embraced his upper torso.  I humped his ass
slowly.  His sexy and smooth neck lay against my cheek.  I kissed it
and licked it, driving him crazy.  I started whispering some nasty
verbal into his ear.  He loved it when I talked dirty.  He was jacking
off with his right hand as I slowly kept pushing my dick up into his
ass.  The weight of his body on top of me made it hard to give him
full in and out strokes, but he was enjoying it the same.  Twenty
minutes later, he was spewing cum all over his wrist and hand.

He lifted off me and we shared the cum off his hand and then made out.
 After things calmed down, we chatted again.

"Fuck I missed you!" he said.

Just hearing him say that gave me chills.  The light from the broken
blinds in the window shined across his handsome face.

"I missed you too...every day."  I said softly.

I began to tell him more details about my project at work and about
going to an automotive mechanic school.  He thought the school was an
excellent idea.  I even suggested finding an automotive school near
his college.

"Yeah dude, fixing cars...well aside from fucking me...is your biggest
passion.  You can do anything you want.  You may find something else
later that you like but for now you can become an expert at it and
you'll be happy.  Unlike me.

"What?"

"Dude, they are grilling me here.  It's nothing like high school where
I had an easy ride.  I am taking five classes that are whooping my
ass.  I have to study constantly plus I have some fucking project due
each week.  I think they try to weed out the weak ones early so only
those who can take it make it through the first year are deemed worthy
to go on.  I only chose engineering because that damn test I took in
the high school counselor's office said that was a good field for me.
I did so well in chemistry, biology and al...I've thought about the
field of materials engineering or some shit like that.  Maybe I really
don't know what the fuck I want to study."

"You never told me about that test." I said.

"Well, I mentioned before that I talked to the counselor.  I didn't
want a big deal made of it."

I didn't like how he randomly thought this or that knowledge about
himself was to be told to me way after the fact.  I wondered if he
thought I was too dumb to understand the engineering stuff.

"There's never any need to keep shit from me.  You can tell me
anything, always."

As I said the last sentence, I moved his face forward with my hand
gently under his chin until he was looking directly at me, moving his
face directly in front of mine.

"I know.  I think maybe I'm not a rational thinker like you.  I am
constantly thinking of alternate reactions to each thing I do in my
brain.  Maybe I am obsessive compulsive.  Maybe I am jus—"

I cut him off with a kiss.

"Let's just enjoy being together right now," I said.

"Agreed."

We got dressed and he took me on a tour of the school.  It was dark
outside, but we could access most all of the buildings.  He took me to
the library that he was an aide in during some afternoons.  We walked
around inside.

"Look at all of these nooks and crannies.  I have already found so
many places you and I could fuck in." he laughed.  In fact I look for
those places all over the campus!"

"You're laughing, but I know you're serious." I replied.

"I've already found some skank giving a frat dude head back here.  I
watched the whole thing and didn't say a word.  The next time I am
going to grab my iphone and record a video of it."

"Oh fuck, now I can see you getting beat up over it."  I joked.

We walked out to my car and I took him to grab a pizza.  We ate slowly
and chatted for over an hour.  I couldn't keep myself from just
marveling at his cute face.  He couldn't help being weird about
stuff...with the twisted home life and family stuff that had gone on
before.  I figured I was the perfect straight laced, normal person to
bring some stability to his life.  As we talked, I wondered to myself
if he and I would spend our lives together.  I didn't dare bring it up
in conversation.

I took him back to his dorm and we lay on top of the covers in our
clothes.  I realized he agreed that I should go to a mechanic school,
but he never acknowledged my statement about going to one close to his
college.  The old insecure feelings were creeping back in.  I'd talk
to him about it later.  In the meantime, I just enjoyed lying next to
him, having my head on his chest, and hearing his heart beat.

To be continued

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