Date: Sat, 24 Aug 2013 18:27:44 -0500
From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: My Twisted Boyfriend Pt 20

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My Twisted Boyfriend (sequel to Twisted Next Door Neighbors) PT 20

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

Christmas was interrupted with horrible weather.  The two days before the
holiday, it rained and rained.  Then on Christmas Eve, icy conditions were
forecasted.  We hoped for snow if anything, but we had random sleet rain
instead--all the roads froze up.  It was too bad for me to drive to Houston.
Dean's dad didn't want to chance driving Louisiana or Tennessee for their
family events.  Both of our families just stayed home.

Charlie came over Christmas day despite the weather and mom was given
several lavish gifts.  She seemed to be the happiest I'd ever seen her.  At
some point in the day, I broke away to Dean's.  Besides, I felt the two of
them should have some time alone.

I knocked and then opened the back door at Dean's like I usually did.  I
had bundled up just to walk across the yard...it so damn cold!  When I walked
inside, the guys were all in a good mood.  Everyone was dressed in some way
due to the chill outside.  I kicked off my shoes.

Jim had on a thick green terry-cloth robe which fortunately allowed me to
see his hairy thighs and balls when he sat down.  The twins were each in
thermal underwear in the style of old fashioned "long johns".  Dean, the
usual oddball, had jeans on but no shirt or shoes.  Their heater was
blasting.

As soon I entered, Dean came over and hugged my tightly and laid a big kiss
on me.

"Merry Christmas, stud!"

I loved his little names for me like "stud", "sexy bitch", etc.  I hugged
him tightly and ran my cold hands up down his smooth, warm back.  He jumped
as my frigid fingers inched under the waist of his pants but he didn't stop
kissing me.

"You two gonna separate long enough to eat?" Jim said playfully.

He got up and went to the kitchen where he began stirring a large pot.

"Oh sweet!" I said.

It was Jim's awesome chili simmering on the stove.  I hadn't paid attention
to the smell right away when I walked in a few minutes before.  After I saw
it I felt instantly hungry.  Already on the table was a bowl of grated
cheddar cheese, onions, and two huge bags of Fritos chips.

"Fuckin' cool!  Frito pie!" I said.

"You guy's...find a stopping place and come eat."

His orders were directed at the twins.  Dean had bought his brothers yet
another, "newest" version of their video game system.  I saw lots of
computer games on disc for the PC sitting on the coffee table which they
had received in addition to the one they were playing.  It looked like they
cleaned up on the games.  They put the game on pause after a round ended
and hopped up to head into the kitchen.

I made my Frito pie the way I liked it best, chili and Fritos piled high
and mixed up in the bow.  It was then covered in a mountain of cheddar
cheese.  The twins did the same but put a shit load of onions on theirs.  Jim
put jalapenos on his.

"Dude, there's gonna be some killer breath in here later!" I joked.

Everyone was in a good mood and we all sat at the table together for the
first time in ages.  Dean seemed genuinely happy (instead of eating with
everyone as an obligation).  As I ate, Dean's bare foot slid over and
rested on my socked feet.  I smiled big at him with a mouth full of food.  He
winked back at me.

Dean told me that he'd received his final grade of an A for the art class
and decided he'd take a couple more in the spring.  I was happy for him.  Maybe
he'd found something to be as passionate about as I was with automobiles.

When I thought we were all done, out came dessert.  Jim had made homemade
ice cream.  He had used one of those old fashion ice cream makers that you
pour liquid into a cylinder, place in a bigger bucket, fill with ice and
salt, then let it rotate by a motor until it's done.  It had been made
earlier and had been sitting on the front porch waiting to be eaten.

There wasn't any special flavor added except for some Mexican vanilla.  It
was good, old fashioned, home made ice cream that beat any store bought
stuff.  No one used any chocolate syrup or anything, we just guzzled it
down.

After we downed the ice cream, my belly was literally bulging.  I had to
unbutton my jeans for relief.  I had eaten more than anyone aside from Jim.
Dean got up from his seat at the table and straddled my lap.  He pulled my
shirt up and started rubbing my belly.  It felt good but also made my dick
instantly hard.

"Damn dude...when's the baby due?" he remarked.

All the guys laughed good heartedly at his joke. My stomach had gotten back
to its almost flat state over the last few months, but it was definitely
bulging after all that food.  He rotated his hand on my stomach giving me a
"Grade A" belly rub. I felt like a king.

"Wait guys, I still see presents under the tree." Jim said.

The twins hopped up and dashed to the tree in the living room.  They came
back with two wrapped gifts and placed them on the table.

"Merry Christmas dude!"  Jeff and Curt said in unison.

My face turned a little red.  I had bought gifts only for Dean at Christmas
in the past.  For the current holiday, I had bought him some sexy underwear
and a jock but gave them to him a week early (I couldn't wait to see him in
them).  I didn't buy Jim or the twins a single thing.

"This one's from us!" Jeff said.

He was referring to himself and Curt.  Likely Jim gave them money to buy
Christmas gifts.  I ripped open the paper to find a double CD set of rare
tracks from a favorite band.

"Thanks guys, this is bad ass!"

I high-fived both of them.  Next, I opened Dean's.  I figured it wouldn't
be anything risqué if he gave it to me in front of everyone, but I could
never be sure.  In a large, long box, he'd crammed in workout gloves, two
sets of shorts, and sleeveless shirts for the gym. It wasn't name brand
clothing or anything fancy...just plain stuff like I normally used until they
wore out.

"Oh this is cool, thanks dude!"

I grabbed him and kissed him with a lot of tongue.

"That's not all fool!"

He pulled the shorts out of the box and I saw a small box underneath them.  I
opened it to find a cool Bico brand cross on a cool chain that looked like
snake scales.  I immediately put on the necklace and everyone complimented
it on me.  Dean grinned showing the adorable gap in his teeth.

"Oh hold on!"  Jim said as if an afterthought.

He walked to the tiny hall closet by the washing machine and walked back
holding a plastic bag.  In a typical "guy" fashion, he'd left my gift in
the bag from the store instead of wrapping it.  He plopped it on the table
and we heard several clunks.  I poured the contents out on the stained
tablecloth.  It was several accessories, cleaners, etc for my car.

"Thanks man!"

I reached out and gave him a manly handshake.  The twins had gotten up
after I opened the bag of auto stuff and were back at their game.  I got up
and followed them as Dean was getting up.  I had an urge to kiss Jim as I
passed, but didn't act on it.

"Thanks again!" I said quickly.

I plopped on the couch and started going through the bag's contents again.  Jim
started cleaning up some of our messes in the kitchen.  He was mainly
dumping everyone's plates in the sink where they'd sit for hours until
someone washed them by hand.  I was going to offer to help but truly felt
too heavy to get up again.

"Well what did you get?" I asked Dean.

"Come to my room and I'll show you!"

I knew sex was next but I felt so full.  I felt like either having sex or
sleeping...both seemed equally desirable.  We walked to his room and left the
door open as we entered.

On Dean's bed were the gifts from his dad and brothers.  Jim bought him a
bunch of art supplies.  There were paints, drawing pencils, water colors,
etc.  The twins got him CD's.

"Oh, Miranda gave this to us but said don't open it until today."

He handed me a small box in unique purple wrapping paper that looked like
velvet.  I tore it open to find a decorated, thin, and flat box.  The box
itself had an elaborate spider web and jewels design printed on it.  I
pulled off the top to find a framed photo of the three of us inside.  She
had found some vintage, (but spookily gothic) unique metal frame.

Inside of it was a photo we'd taken months before at her house while acting
crazy.  We had tried to set up her digital camera to take our photo with a
timer but it kept flashing too soon.  After several attempts, we got it.  But
the photo she placed in the frame was one of the crazy ones that have us in
different modes of laughter.  It was a truly candid and sentimental photo.

"That's kick ass!" Dean said.

He took it from me and put it on the bedside table.

"I'll hang it tomorrow unless you want to have it," he said.

"It's really cool, but it goes better with you," I said.

I rolled back on his bed and plopped my head on the pillow.  He moved up
and over me.  On his hands and knees, he stripped me down.  I lifted my ass
up for him to pull my pants off.  He stood up and closed the door after
turning the light off.  It was dark, but then light from a lava lamp
appeared and the room was lit in its surreal colors.

"Oh I like that!" I said.

"That was a present I got myself."

He sexily undid the button of his jeans and unzipped them.  He turned
around and let his ass slowly be exposed as he took his sweet time to pull
them down.

"Oh I love that ass!" I said dreamily.

He slid on the bed by my feet and pulled them to his mouth.  He sucked on
my toes and licked the bottoms of my feet for several minutes before moving
up.  He licked my inner thighs until he reached my ball sac.  He was about
to blow me.

"Let's sixty nine," I said.

He moved around so that his crotch was by my face.  He was fully hard but
his balls were drawn up a little.  I sucked them into my mouth and ran my
fingers in his soft pubes.  His cock rested on my face and I could feel its
warmth.  His crotch smelled of something herbal—he was freshly bathed.  Even
though I loved a "natural" smell, I'd come to love his fresh smells right
after he showered.

Me on the other hand...I hadn't showered in a day.  Sometimes when I
showered, I purposely didn't wash my crotch because I loved the smell of it
dirty.  I loved to go to the toilet at work and have it waft up to my nose
when I released it from the zipper to piss.  I had started doing this a
year ago.  Dean knew about it and never complained.  Of course, I often
scrubbed myself clean, but I had no complaints from anyone there when I was
musky after working all day or working out at the gym.  He and brothers
were all turned on by body odors anyway, so I had kept on with it.

After nearly half an hour of mutual dick sucking, we started making out.  The
room got chilly so we'd pulled a huge quilt over us.  Whenever I had sex, I
always sweated, so there was a funk growing from me under the cover.  Dean
hot hornier the more I stank.

As we hungrily made out, I thought about all those times in that room
during our first year together.  All those times he drugged me—sometimes
openly, sometimes secretly.   I was kind of bummed that his meth use had to
mess up the fun with the simpler pills and stuff.  Then again, I wondered,
if he didn't get addicted to meth would he have grown addicted to something
else as dangerous.  Above all, I missed the two of us getting stoned
together.  But I couldn't have my cake and eat it too.

As far as I knew, his only habit that had come back was smoking regular
cigarettes.  A couple of times, I had sneaked off to Miranda's and we share
a joint.  Then we'd feel like hypocrites.  I knew she smoked it on her own
but never let Dean be near it.

I was thinking all of this as Dean sucked on my neck.

"Don't make a hickey dude." I said.

"You always say that.  Who cares if you have one?  People who don't know
you will think you're a straight stud!"

I didn't say anything, but it felt so good.

"It's your mom!  You don't want her to see it.  Why do you think your would
give a shit?  You've seen the photos of her.  She was a wild girl.  She
let's her son's boyfriend spend the night with him.  But her son is worried
about a suck mark on his neck.  She knows we fuck there all the time."

I turned over.

"She's a human being like us.  Hell, she's probably getting laid right now!"

I laughed.

He spooned me.

"I'll bet his country dick is sliding up into your mama's wet pussy right
now!"

I elbowed him.

"We should sneak inside and watch them go at it!"

I pushed him away.

"That's not funny dude!"

"Well this is!" he said and started mercilessly tickling me.

Funny thing is I stayed hard!  We started wrestling in his bed as I tried
to keep him from tickling me.  Soon, I had him pinned down hard.  I was
huffing and puffing and sweating with the quilt twisted at our feet.

"Fuck me!" he said.

I grabbed the bottle of lube that was always out and poured it over my dick
and balls.  He lay flat on the bed and I pressed down on top of him.  For a
while, I just "dry humped' him except for that I had lube.  I loved fucking
the crack of his ass before actually sliding in.  The hair in his hole
rubbed against me.  After rubbing my dick in his crack for a while, I
pushed my dick downward so it ground against his hole and taint.  He
squeezed his legs tightly and gave me more friction.  The lube ran out but
I kept grinding.

I sat up and spit into his hole and drove my tongue down into it.  It was
freshly washed except for the sweat he'd created in the last hour.  I could
smell the herbal wash in it mixed up with the smell of my crotch which had
been rubbed all over his butt.  I marveled at his succulent asshole.  If
left alone, I betted I could eat it for hours until my jaw ached.

"I gotta fart dude!"

"Go head!" I said.

A warm puff of air came out of his ass.  The smell was mild but after it
passed his hole slowly closed.  I stuck my tongue down in it again and
pumped it.  He moaned and groaned as my mouth worked his anus over.

"FUCK ME!" he groaned.

Now that he was sufficiently lubed with my copious spit, I rammed my dick
into him hard.  He grabbed onto the pillow and gasped.  I plopped down hard
and my chest slapped loudly onto his back. One of his legs was bent to
allow me fuller access.  I put my arms around him and pounded his butt.  I
chewed on his ear lobe as I fucked harder and harder.  The bed was creaking
like it was about to snap.  I wished he had left the door open so his
brothers could watch me breed him.  I squeeze his upper body tightly and
bucked my hips steadily.  I was getting close but didn't want it to end so
soon.  I wanted to "edge" so I pulled out and rolled him over.

I pushed his legs up roughly.  His legs were longer than mine and hairy.  I
marveled at the contrast of his hairy legs and smooth middle torso.  His
hair was now a mess and was hanging into his eyes.  I mounted him hard and
his legs wrapped around me.  We kissed hard as I fucked his brains out.  My
left hand was jacking his dick.

"I'm coming!" he gasped.

Warm cum shot onto my belly and his.  I couldn't hold my own orgasm back
any longer and began shooting inside him.  After my last hump in hole, I
pulled out and fell beside him.  We were both out of breath.

"Holy fucking Christmas!" he said.

"You too, babe." I said.

He rolled over and began eating out my soggy arm pit.  While my ribs and
sides were terribly ticklish, my pits were no longer as sensitive.  I
basked in the afterglow of a good fuck and was feeling a lot of love for
Dean.  I was getting sleepy so I pulled him tightly against me and we
napped for the next several hours.

- - -

Business picked up at work and I got to work full shifts for a while.  Isaac
put the "rescue service" on hold due to no one used in the winter as much
as they had in the summer (according to Debra's business records he said).  It
really didn't matter a lot to me because I was doing "real work" at that
point.

The new car dealership eventually opened but I heard nothing from them
after applying a second time in early December.  Mom said I was better off
staying where I was.  She said I wouldn't want to work for a place so
unstable.  Of course, she was right.

During the fall, the twins had taken a Driver's Ed course on weekends where
Dean and I had done the same ages ago.  Jim was in no hurry for them to get
their license.  By the holidays they had their Driver's Permit and had to
have an adult with them if they drove.  I never let them drive my car, but
Dean didn't give a shit.  He let them drive whenever they needed to be
taken somewhere or on short errands.  They made me nervous when I rode
along with them.  I shouldn't have been nervous if I could handle Dean's
driving (which was full of road rage).

- - -

I didn't see Dean much after Christmas until later in the week on New
Year's Eve.  Jim was going to be serving as designated driver (I think as
an example to Dean) for several work buddies and headed into Fort Worth
with them.  The twins went to some party at Byron's house (with his parents
chaperoning) and planned to stay the night.  Mom and Charlie went out.  That
left Dean and I alone.

I went over to Dean's as soon as mom left.  Originally, we planned to just
watch movies all night.  There actually were some nights together that we
didn't have sex...but very few.  Before I left, he texted me and asked me to
bring the photo album of my mom with purple hair.  I didn't know why, but I
went to the spare room and dug it out.  Mom had buried it really well but
it was still in that closet.

I went over and the stereo was blasting as I entered.  Dean was doing some
wacky new wave dance.

"Dude, what are you DOING?" I laughed.

"I love this stuff!  This is the way they used to dance—I've seen it on
Youtube!"

I picked up an album cover of an 80's band I'd never heard of, "Clan of
Xymox".  The music was dark with a mix of guitars with synth keyboards and
drums.  I liked what I heard.

"I finally convinced dad to let us listen all the records from his and
mom's collection.  Look at these!"

He pointed to a white cardboard box covered in stickers with band names.

"Come here and bring that album," he said excitedly.

He'd put a stack of LP's on the coffee table.  Each one had a concert
ticket stub in them.  His parents had saved them for the band they had seen
and placed them under the clear plastic coverings.

I handed him my mom's photo album which had all the crazy photos from her
youth.  She had saved several concert ticket stubs.  I knew right away what
he was getting at.  He flipped through the album and found five stubs
equally matched in his parents' album collection.

"Isn't that crazy!  One or both of your parents went to five of the same
shows as my own!" he said excitedly.

"Wow, that's fuckin' crazy!" I replied.

I loved seeing him excited about anything.  He acted like a kid.  The LP
ended and he jumped up to put another on.

"Hand me the next one!" he said.

I pulled an LP from the album cover and along with it a photo flew out with
a folded up note.  I grabbed it before it hit the floor.

"What's this?" I asked.

I handed it to him and he recognized his mom in a group of girls.  They
were all dressed with a punk rock look.  They were all in flannel shirts,
had dark eye make up, and one had a Mohawk cut.

"They look like that lady on that other album." I said referring to the
Siouxsie and the Banshees LP sitting in his lap.

The note read, "Thanks for the ride to the show—loved seeing you and the
girls again."

"I wonder if she put stuff in any other albums." I asked.

Then we started going through all record covers from the box of LP's and
found several with photos, post cards, etc.  There were other odd souvenirs
like a flat black piece of ribbon, a piece of lace that was torn, a clothes
tag, etc.  We placed those that were empty in a single stack and then went
through the ones with stuff in them together.

We found photos of Jim, Hank, his mom, and other people unknown to him.  The
more we looked, he became more subdued.  Then one of them got to him.  We
were taking turns reading out loud and I was next.  It was a regular letter
in an envelope with overseas stamp.

"Hey girl, I've had a rough week.  What's making it worthwhile is knowing
I'll be on leave and I get to see my boy..."

I stopped reading that one as the hair on arms stood on end.  Dean reached
out for it and read the rest of it out loud.  It was from Hank to his mom.  It
was short and simple.  He slipped it back in the album cover glumly.

He opened the next album.  There were only two left with stuff inside them.
It was a silly note to Jim from his mother's pre-baby era according to the
date on it.  It was just a note talking about their friendship.  Dean read
out loud.

"You guys are the best fiends I could ever have in the world.  Whenever I
am having a shitty day, one of you will pep me up.  We'll be friends until
we die..."

Then he stopped and looked up at me.  His jaw quivered and a huge tear drop
rolled down his face.

"Well, they're both dead now, huh?" he said hoarsely.

He flung the card aside.  I grabbed him and held him tightly but he stayed
stiff in my arms.  Aside from our fights and make ups, I'd never this sort
of emotion from him.  He never talked a great deal about his mother to
me.  He'd
get depressed on her birthday and on the anniversary of the day she passed.
Then he would become a shut-in (not being social again until a couple of
days later sometimes).  The sentimental notes and objects had deeply struck
him.

"I really miss her Dave," he said and sniffed. "You're so lucky to have
your mother still."

"I know.  I know." I replied.

Another teardrop had fallen and dripped down where our cheeks were pressed
together.  I squeezed him tighter and his upper body relaxed.  The
melancholy, eighties Goth music playing fit the scene completely.  After
just holding him and letting him recover, an instrumental song on the same
record played.

I pulled him up and I pulled his hands into a dance position.  I couldn't
dance for shit but I led him in our own version of a slow dance.  The only
light was from the living room lamp and the light over the kitchen stove.  It
was truly somber.  He went along with it and we did our cheek to cheek slow
dance for the rest of the song.  I stepped on his foot a couple of times.  Then
the needle lifted up and the turntable turned itself off.

"Well, that's why dad was always so protective of these records," he said.

"They're definitely sentimental," I replied.

"Let's put these back in the box.  I'll check the tracks out later.  Some
of it was shit, but most of it was really great music."

He sniffed again and wiped his face on his t-shirt.  He began picked up the
albums that were strewn all over.

"You know, before mom died, we went on vacations, went camping, all kinds
of things...my dad used to jam in the house with his guitar and play to some
of these records.  Mom would groan but we kids thought he as cool as shit.  He
used to go to dirt bike races with me and my brothers when we were
little.  Hell,
we even went fishing like I did with you and your dad.

I handed him my stack and he arranged them in the box facing the same way.

"Now all he does is work, sleep, eat, watch a game on TV, etc.  On his days
off he sometimes sleeps all day long.  Now and then get gets drunk in his
room and sleeps more."

I didn't know what to say back to that.   I made a half assed suggestion.

"Have you ever just sat down and talked about your mom with your dad.  Tell
him you want know all about her, him, and your real dad.  Sounds like he's
just bottling up all that stuff and keeps it hidden away like the memories
in that box.  Let him know that it's okay to talk about her."

He slapped me on the ass.

"You've been watching too much Oprah."

I laughed as he kept on putting the LP's in the boxed until it was
filled.  After
he placed the lid back on, we heard popping sounds outside.  It was
fireworks from the adjoining neighborhoods.  The clock on the stove read
12:01.

"Well Happy New Year, you fucking handsome son of a bitch!" he said with a
slight grin.

It was a nice ice breaker after the last several minutes.  We went outside
to hear the firecrackers going off.  It was really cold but the sky was
clear and full of stars.

"Let's finish our dance," he said.

We walked into the grass away from the house and gravel and he hummed
something like the music we'd been dancing to in the house.  When he opened
his mouth to sing or hum, his breath was visible in the frigid air.  I put
my head on his shoulder.

We stayed outside until the ruckus of midnight celebration noises fell
quiet.  We didn't pay attention to how much time had passed.  We just sat
there listening to random pops and crackles in the distance.  We heard mom
and Charlie drive up.  It was nice to hear mom and him laughing heartily
over some private joke.  I pulled him up from the steps and we headed
inside to watch TV into the wee hours until we fell asleep on the couch.

- - -

Although the garage was not a body shop, we had several vehicles that were
weather fatalities and made their way to us.  Isaac recommended all to a
friend of his who did body work in the neighboring town.  When the roads
finally remained ice free for a few days, there was more traffic into the
garage that expected (especially with two of the guys off for the holiday
still).  I got to work full shifts and even some overtime.  I planned on
having my biggest paycheck yet.

At the end of the week, Isaac called me in for something Debra hadn't
done—an evaluation.  He'd collected comments from the other guys and made
his own observations.  I got a raise and was offered a position as an entry
level mechanic—full time!  The mechanic he brought with him was moving and
there was finally room for me.  I was ecstatic.

Dean was sick all the following week with a cold but went to work anyway.  He
was afraid of getting written up for calling in sick so soon after being
hired.  I think he didn't want to catch shit from Jim especially.  We both
had seen Jim go to work in the worse conditions--health and weather wise.  He
had set a precedent that Dean felt compelled to follow especially after all
the drama resulting from his addiction.

I went to check on him each night and took him food from home.  On his
night off, I spent the night.

"Tell your mom she's awesome.  I love this soup." he said with a stuffy
nose and hoarse voice.

I didn't tell him that particular soup was from a can.  I rubbed his feet
while he sat on his bed with a quilt on his lap and legs.  His feet stuck
out at the end where I was sitting.  His soup was sitting in his lap on a
plastic tray we'd stolen from McDonald's.

"Funny how even when I feel like shit, I get horny.  You wanna jack me
off?" he said.

"Yeah, finish that soup and I'll help you rub one out."

He put the bowl to his mouth and sipped from the side.  His hair was askew
and something was about to drip from his nose until he sniffed hard and it
disappeared.

"I talked to my dad last night about the records and the stuff in them," he
mumbled.

"Yeah, how did it go?"

"Really good.  I told him he shouldn't have hidden it for so long.  I asked
him why didn't talk about mom so much and why we never did all that stuff
as a family anymore.  He agreed...can you believe it?"

He sipped more soup then drank some iced tea.

"Well anyway, we talked about all kind of shit for over an hour until I
started hacking like crazy.  It was the longest my dad ever talked to me as
an adult like that...not counting lecture I got after the meth bust."

He stayed quiet for awhile while he ate the rest of the soup.  Once done, I
took the tray and put it on the floor.  I grabbed the lube by the bed and
pulled his blanket away.  He was wearing only a long baggy tee of his dad's.
He lay back onto the stack of pillows and closed his eyes.  I lubed his
cock up and began slowly milking it.

"Oh damn that feel so good.  It's like a dick massage." he said.

He sneezed and didn't cover it fast enough.  I was blasted by the spray.

"Sorry!" he said.

I just kept on jacking him.  My other hand played with his balls.  Even
sick as hell, he was sexy.  I could have fucked him right then and there
but didn't pursue it.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked.

"I'm thinking that when I am well we're gonna go do some naked driving or
streaking somewhere.  I want to drop you off someplace naked and make you
get home by yourself!"

I laughed.

"Well, we got naked a lot before all these folks moved in.  Remember
jogging naked in the hot summer air? We had cars driving by and we'd duck
in the bushes?  What about all of our car sex?  We need to find a public
place and jump in the back seat, get naked and fuck!

"Oh yeah," he said.

"We'll find a parking lot some place at night and get all sweaty and fuck
like two pigs.  Our asses will be drippin' on the car seat when were done."
I said.

His breath got shorter and he started moaning.

"Uhhh uhhh...ohhh"

Cum splattered all over my hands and his pubes.

"Damn bro, when did you cum last?" I asked

"Four days ago!" he confessed.

"Oh shit, that's a record.  You of all people were too tired to beat off?

He laughed then started hacking like crazy.  I took my socks off and wiped
up all of the cum.  Still in my uniform, I slid under the covers with my
"sickie" and snuggled the rest of the night.

- - -

After the New Year began, we didn't have any more icy weather.  There were
plenty of blustery days, but when it rained it stayed below freezing.  I
favored fall, winter, and spring over summer.  As a kid it was always the
opposite.  I think the first two hellish summers after moving in with mom
made my feelings about it change.  Thank god for the gym and its indoor
track.  I used it every day instead of jogging on the roads and streets
around home.  They were getting too busy for me anyhow.

Dean went to the gym only when we could go together which was at least
three days of the week.  All of the other days I went alone either before
or after work.  After I originally paid for my gym membership, I'd made
several gym buds.  We'd talk about sports, TV, cars, etc. while we worked
out.  Guys would bitch about their girlfriends or wives.  Some of the guys
would offer advice on a particular exercise.

The eye candy never ceased to amaze me.  There were the young cute guys
that had their little workout outfits that were color coordinated (matching
shoes and shorts, or outfits of all one colors).  You had the slobs like me
that work reamed out t-shirts with holes and sneakers that had seen better
days.  There were the dudes that wore the shirts that had no sides and you
could see their ribs and the side of their pecs or abs.  There were a lot
of dudes that apparently primped up just to come to the gym drenched in
cologne.

There was that guy with his cap pulled down low you never saw his eyes but
his body was fucking incredible.  He was aloof but a sweetheart if you
talked to him.  I asked him to spot for me a few times.  There was the dude
that was constantly checking himself in the mirror and raising his shirt to
show his abs and waist off (designer underwear elastic pulled just a bit
over his shorts elastic.  However, if you looked at him directly he'd give
you a "fuck off faggot" look.  The list of characters and stereotypes went
on and on.  I would always check out the hot dudes discreetly...or so I
thought.

One Saturday in particular, I checked out a perfect dude who I hadn't seen
in there before.  He was tanned, around my height (shorter than most
there), had a trendy haircut and perfectly toned arms and legs.  I didn't
move my head but checked him out with my eyes.  He wore a wife beater that
showed off his Celtic tatts.  His skin looked smooth a woman's but he acted
masculine.  As I usually did where no one could hear, I mumbled, "Mmmm"
under my breath.

"Oh yeah, he's a hottie alright!" said a voice behind me.

I nearly dropped my 30 LB barbells while working my biceps.  A short guy
behind me with a stocky build stood right behind me.

"Excuse me?" I tried to say playing dumb.

""Yeah, that there is some primo boy butt, huh?"

My face turned red and I froze.  He started laughing.

"I'm Ricky!"

He offered his hand to shake.  I numbly took it and shook it firmly.

"Don't be embarrassed, dude.  I've come here as long as you, but you
probably hadn't noticed with all these studs around."

He had a round face.  He wasn't homely, but his face was very plain.  He
was clean cut and wore baggy jersey shorts and a white t-shirt.  I felt
kind of foolish after he discovered me glaring at a guy.  But from the
handshake alone, I seemed to pick up good vibes from him.  There had been
no malicious intent in what he'd said to me.

"Nice to meet you Ricky.  I'm Dave.  Tell me though, what makes you think
I'm checking out a guy?"

"Well, I'm quite observant.  You must come every day of the week because
you're here any morning I decide to come up here.   You're usually with
that dark haired guy with the never ending different hairdos.  I wondered
if he was your boyfriend."

I was busted, so there was no reason to deny I was gay.

"Well, you observed correctly, bro...and that dude is my boyfriend.  But you
have a lot of balls saying something so risky.  What if I had been some
closeted fuck who popped you in the mouth for saying something like that?"

He just shrugged and laughed.

"What are you working on today?" he asked totally changing the subject.

I told him my usual routine and what I did in it.

"Well, I've been coming since they opened here and I really don't know what
I'm doing.  Maybe you could give me some tips."

I didn't get any ulterior motives from him at all.  He was seriously asking
for help regarding his workout.  As I finished my workout, he mimicked my
sets with me but used much lighter weights.  When he was doing something
wrong, I corrected him.  He was very open to constructive criticism.  When
we were done, he offered to treat me to a smoothie there in the gym.  At
first, I protested.

"Oh come on dude, you helped me out today.  Had I asked one of the "gym
gods" over there for tips they would have laughed me off."

Some of them were really cocky, but I was never intimidated by them.  I
felt a little sorry for the guy and took him up on his offer.  For the next
half hour we chatted.

"Sorry to front you out dude, but you seemed like a cool guy.  I suspected
you were gay long ago.  I don't have any gay friends around here, so I took
my chance."

"So you knew right away I was gay?  I think I act pretty butch." I said.

I continued to sip my strawberry and banana smoothie.

"Well you don't act nellie, but you're always scoping out the dudes.  You
pretend to look away but in the mirror you're burning their clothes off
with your stare."

I spit out my smoothie from laughing.

"Seriously man? I asked.

"Yeah, and that hot guy that comes with you--he's always watching you watch
the guys."

"Well, what do you have to say for always watching me then?" I asked with
my eyebrows raised.

"Touché'.  Well, I enjoy `people watching" wherever I go.  Here I watch
everyone, especially the eccentric people like the gal that talks to
herself the whole time or the man what wipes the equipment three times
before and after he uses it."

"Yeah, I've noticed both of them before."

He told me that he'd just moved to town for work from Dallas.  He'd only
come out a year before.  He was 25 and single.  He said he had dated many
guys and had a fair share of online hook-ups, but never a steady boyfriend.
I felt a little bad for him but he didn't seem to need any self pity.  He
was rather confident.

"I'm not a stud like you, but I'll make someone a hell of a great husband
someday."

We chatted a little longer and he had to get to work.  He left straight
from there, but I went and took my usual shower to gawk at the naked men in
the locker room.  However, I suddenly felt a need to be more discreet since
apparently I hadn't been before.  I showered and shaved and headed home to
wait for Dean to get home.

On my ride home, Dean called me and we chatted while he was on a break.  I
told him about my new friend at the gym.

"Oh yeah, the short guy with the dark hair and blue cap?  We've seen him
dozens of times before."

I told Dean about Ricky and my conversation.  I expected Dean to tease me
about having a new boyfriend, but he didn't really react at all.

"Well maybe the three of us should hang out sometimes, he sounds cool."

What that told me is Dean found Ricky harmless.  That was okay with me.  I
thought Ricky was cool.  He was frank and open which was not very common in
a world of so many pretentious people.  The next time Dean and I were at
the gym I planned to invite Ricky to a game of pool someplace.

- - -

I drove home from the gym in a good mood.  As I drove up into the trailer
park, there was a car I didn't recognize in our driveway.  I wondered if
Charlie got a new car.  Perhaps one of mom's gal pals came over.  I parked
and walked up to the front door.

The windows were partially open as it was a nice day.  I froze when I heard
Jim's voice coming from my living room.  I wondered if something bad had
happened.  Then I heard another male voice I didn't recognize and mom began
talking.  The windows were only open a little and I tried to listen from
outside the window screen, but couldn't understand what was being said.  I
decided to go on inside.

I got nervous when I saw who the visitor was.  It was the son of the park's
owner.  Mom patted next to her on the couch for me to join after I entered.
I sat down next to her glumly.

"Dave, you remember Mr. Jackson's son Albert?"

"Yes ma'am," I answered.

"Mr. Jackson passed away a few weeks ago," she said.

"I'm sorry to hear," I said.

I took my baseball cap off and rubbed my hair.

"Thank you, young man," he said.

His voice sounded like a country preacher.  Jim looked really serious and I
knew what news was coming.

"So you see," Albert continued, "Dad's land will be divided up between my
sister and me.  She's agreed to let me build a home here.  Our property
goes on for many acres into the woods.  It will be at least three months
before dad's estate is settled, but if the two of you need more time to
find a place to move your homes, just let me know.  My wife and are kind
people."

My heart sank.  The news finally came and I felt sick to my stomach.  Albert
Jackson kept on discussing the topic with mom and Jim, but I slowly got up
and went to my room.  I was mad and sad both.  I lay on my bed and began to
write a text to Dean.  I stopped midway through and deleted it.  Instead, I
scrolled through the hundred or so pictures of him, me, and many of us
together.  I decided to just wait and let Jim tell him the dreadful news.  I
felt really depressed.

- - -

To be continued.

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