Date: Sun, 1 Sep 2013 22:38:33 -0500 From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com> Subject: My Twisted Boyfriend PT 21 (Remember, your donations allow everyone to enjoy this and other stories—please consider a donation to Nifty.org today!!!) My Twisted Boyfriend (sequel to Twisted Next Door Neighbors) PT 21 (Fiction/fantasy, teen/college romance, incest) I sneaked into mom's bathroom and found some medication to make me relax and go to sleep. I found a bottle with my grandmother's name on it. Mom had saved some of the last prescriptions filled before my grandmother died. The pills were old, but the one I took did its job. I didn't want to lay awake all evening thinking only about the news we just received. I got naked and slid under the covers to nap. I had a weird dream in which I was trying to get home by foot. I was in some unknown neighborhood similar to where my dad lived. It was perpetually twilight, warm, and humid. I was in just a semi baggy t-shirt and tennis shoes with no pants or underwear. In the dream I wasn't horny or anything, but just trying to get home. Now and then I was covering my dick and balls with the shirt if anyone walked by. No one in the dream paid attention to my near nakedness. I don't know if I would have made home because during the dream my phone vibrated loudly on the bedside table and woke me up. The time on my phone display was five minutes after two. He texted, "You still up?" I rolled over in a groggy haze. I wanted to go talk to him about the moving issue, but I felt dead tired. I left the light off and just talked to him in the dark. "I've been home for over a couple of hours but I'm not sleepy. What are you up to?" he asked. "Sleeping. I just had a dream I was walking around town with no pants on at night." I heard the sound of him sipping from liquid through a straw while eating something. "Dad told me about the news—they're finally kicking our asses out!" he said with a chuckle. I was surprised he was taking it so lightly. "Dude it sucks...I'll be moving. Don't you care?" "Well, yeah...it sucks that we gotta move, but moving isn't a big deal unless you're moving a hundred miles away." I slid under the warm covers with my phone. "Yeah, you're right. What are you guys gonna do?" I asked tiredly. "Well, dad's gonna be looking for land to buy instead of moving to another trailer park. He wants to stay out in the country. What about your mom?" he asked. "Mom's never talked about it before. After I heard the news, I went to my room and avoided the topic by taking a nap. You just woke me up." He swallowed more food with a loud gulp. "What are you eating?" I said. "Hot dogs." I heard the sound of his straw sucking the last of his soft drink from the cup full of ice. "We'll both find out more tomorrow, okay?" "Okay," mumbled. "You coming over now? I could really use a hand." he asked. "No, I'm too sleepy." I said. "Okay, well I'm gonna turn on some porn and jerk the gherkin. Love you." "Love you," I said. I put the phone down on the table and rolled back under the covers. My dick was hard. I wasn't sure if it was because he talked about jacking off or I had spoken about my dream out loud. I reached down and stroked my shaft. I started thinking about how long it had been since we'd done some naked stuff. I thought about how sexy it would be to really walk around in an active neighborhood like that. I thought about walking in that t-shirt and letting my hard dick bounce around under it until it was totally out. I imagined getting too hot and tossing the shirt in someone's bushes and kicking socks and shoes off. I shot my load onto my stomach. I rubbed the jizz all over my stomach and licked my fingers. "I should have gone to Dean's," I thought to myself. I drifted off to sleep again as I fantasized of other "naked in public" scenarios. - - - I did ask mom the next day what she was going to do. She said she had no plans to leave the hospital and wasn't prepared keen of the idea to buy land to put the trailer on. She said she'd looked at local trailer parks in the last year (I had no idea) and didn't like anything she saw. Next door, Jim was certain he and the guys would find some land nearby that they could afford. He wanted to move back out of the growing suburbs into the rural, unincorporated area North or West of us. He had no plans to leave his job or to move to another location. Eventually, January passed with no decision from mom about moving, but Jim had his eye on two pieces of land. As February began, we were entering our second month since being asked to vacate and there were still no decisions made. - - - On Valentines Day, Charlie proposed to mom. She'd known him a long time, but they'd only dated for less than a year. It seemed sudden to me, but not surprising. They were totally in love. I was happy for them both. Mom accepted his proposal and they set the wedding date for late April. At the upcoming wedding, I was to meet my future step sisters: Chloe and Marie. They were ten years older than me; both married, and had kids. One lived in Washington State, the other in New Mexico. It was my lot in life to only get more sisters. It would have been cool to have gained a step brother for once. Charlie lived in a three bedroom home in a new subdivision. It was about fifteen minutes away in the direction of Fort Worth. It wasn't too fancy, but was new and very clean. Mom eventually told me that she would be selling the trailer to someone in the family. I thought it was a shame to sell it after she'd bought it brand new (after selling my grandma's old house). Until the wedding, she was going to move in with Charlie. They both told me I was welcome to live there as well. After the news settled in, I had a conversation about it all with Dean. "Dude, it's clear what you should do...move in with us!" My heart skipped a beat. I had never considered moving in with Dean and the guys. Being twenty years old and naďve, the idea seemed totally perfect. After we talked about it together, we presented the idea to Jim. He seemed a little reserved. "Dave, I'd love to have you here but would you be happy? You won't have your own room or any real privacy. I'm sure even today the two of you sometimes need your own space. Are both going to handle it seeing each other every day and sometimes all day long?" He asked very logical questions, but of course we could see no wrong. "Yeah, I'm cool with it all." I said. He raised one eyebrow in slight disbelief. "Just like with Dean, I would expect you to pay your share of the bills," he said. In my head, I wasn't thinking of realistic things like bills, responsibilities, household chores, etc. I was thinking about living in the house with four naked dudes and having all the sex I could ask for. "I'm cool with that," I said with confidence. Dean's hand slid into mine as we sat on the couch. Jim paused in deep thought for a minute before he spoke again. "I want you two to think of everything that could go wrong and talk about how you'd handle it. By this time next week, if you two are a hundred percent serious about this, I'm okay with it." "Sweet!" we said in unison. Jim went off to the bathroom to take a piss. We could hear his stream loudly hitting the water as he left the door open. I thought it was going to be wonderful to be so open and sexual in their house. I went home to tell mom about it right away. Mom wasn't hesitant to warn me of every bad thing that could go wrong. She was downright fucking cynical. "Are you really serious? You're welcome to live in a brand new house. You know all the things that can go wrong with moving in without thinking it over? That house is old and not too clean. You won't have your own room. Those younger boys are sweethearts, but they sure can make a lot of racket. You know you like to sleep late—good luck with that over there. You don't even know how far you're gonna be from work when they finally move their house." She nagged on and on. Dad was the only one that embraced it. I called him after mom's scathing lecture. "That sounds great, son. You and Dean really care about each other. You will both get to know each other much better. It's certainly going to be experience that will make you grow as a person. Change is part of life. You won't know if it's the wrong decision unless you try it out. I wasn't sure how to translate that, but it sounded better than anyone else's feedback. "Most of all I bet your mom fears missing you. She dotes on you like crazy. You know you're going to miss her cooking for sure!" "Yeah, you're right dad, but this means freedom. I can do whatever I want. I'll be independent." "Hey, do whatever makes you happy Dave. It's your life to live, not mine or your mom's. Just remember that we're both here for you. Sounds like she's found a good man to take care of her who likes you a lot too." "Yes, sir." The conversation ended shortly after that. Talking to my dad made me feel better about it all. After I hung up with him, I plopped down on my bed to watch TV. Moving in with the guys seemed like the beginning of a new life and adventure. I was sure I was making a great decision. I was so glad Dean had suggested it. By the end of the week, Dean and I sat down with Jim again and told him the decision was made. I would be moving in with my boyfriend. Jim stood up and shook my hand. "Welcome to the family." I hoped I'd made the right decision. - - - Jim signed the papers on March 2nd and was the proud new owner of a six acre lot. He qualified for a decent loan so the money part worked itself out. The new land was the former residence of another mobile home owner whose house had burned up months ago. The land had not been paid for and was part of a foreclosure. The price for the land was good, but due to the fire, Jim would have to make several improvements. The utilities had to be reconnected and the entrance and dirt driveway both needed work. After those two tasks were done, house could be moved there. The property was partially wooded. After one entered by a dirt road, they'd have to drive down a curved path to a clearing. The house was to be moved into the rear portion of the property in the clearing. It would be moved to a spot opposite to where the destroyed home had been. Beyond the rear of the property was more woods—no development at all. Jim had asked a work buddy to lend him a trailer to clear away the burnt debris. He rented other equipment to make the drive into the property wider. The owner of the old trailer park allowed him to haul away most of the gravel from our old drive to use in the new place. The land was located about six miles off the interstate highway in the opposite direction of the old trailer park from my work. While we weren't extremely far from all of the new development, we were on the opposite side of it all. We didn't live in the direction that all of the construction was heading. Jim figured even if the suburbs encroached on us again, at least he'd own the land and have privacy. The new property was just a mile past the boundary of our previous school district's border. The twins were a little upset about having to leave all of their old friends and their school. The new high school fiercely competed with their old school, so it was going to be interesting for them. They were always extremely social, so we had no doubt they would meet new friends right away. If we wanted to go to a grocery store, the mall, etc, we'd have to drive further than before. None of this mattered to Jim. Dean didn't really seem to care either. I figured having less traffic and people around would be worth some extra driving. - - - The week the land was bought, mom moved in with Charlie. She would be living with him until the wedding. Just after that, she signed papers to sell it and it was hauled away. A few days before it was towed off, I had moved my stuff to Dean's. I left everything that was there before I moved in as mom had bought it "furnished". I took only my plastic storage crates, clothes, etc. The reality of it all didn't sink in until I came home from work to find my old home completely gone. It was such a bizarre feeling to see the empty space there. It was more like a slap in the face. I walked into Dean's place feeling lonely for my old home. Even though I was normally at his place all time, it felt foreign to me. No one was home except for me. I had my own key at that point. I looked around at the disarray. Someone had been sorting through junk to throw out before the house was moved and two garbage bags sat in the kitchen by the back door. The carpet suddenly looked older and more soiled than before. Dishes and other breakables were in boxes that would sit on the floor until the trailer was finally moved. My own stuff would remain in storage containers until the house was in its final destination. I took off my clothes and tossed them into the washing machine. I turned on the TV. Sitting naked with my feet on the coffee table, I felt a wave of horniness. The sun was up and it was still warm out. I decided to relax naked out front. I grabbed my cell phone and walked out totally nude into the fresh, cool air. I sat out on the lawn chair under the shade a large tree. The temperature was just warm enough to be out naked but was supposed to get chilly fast after sundown. I tweaked my nipples and rubbed them as the breeze blew through the tree branches around me. I slouched down in the chair so my balls could hang freely over its edge and air out. I heard a whistle in the distance. I knew it had to be Grant. He wasn't whistling at me but at his dog in the field. I remained behind the established barrier of the tool shed after I stood up to see what I was hearing. He was running around with the dog and tossed a Frisbee into the air. The dog caught it with amazing accuracy. I texted Dean at work stating, "I'm naked in the yard, can I jack off for Grant?" Soon after, a reply came. It said, "Yes, but record it." I whistled loudly where Grant could hear. Soon after, I heard his voice and sound of a barking dog coming closer. I peeped around the shed and saw him at the fence. "Hey dude!" I said loudly. "Fuck, are you naked out here again?" he asked. "Yeah, get over here if you wanna see more!" With that said, he disappeared by heading to the main road. Once there he could enter the trailer park easily by foot. I went to the front of the trailer where the hitch was exposed. I sat naked on the dirty, warm metal that formed a triangular shape. I turned on my phone's camera and it began recording video. I sat there with my legs together. A car passed in the distance but they would only see a guy sitting down, hunched over, legs together, but obviously shirtless. They would have to guess how naked I was or if I really was. Then I saw Grant walking up with a goofy grin on his face and his dog tagging behind on a leash. . "Oh dude, you got balls." I spread my legs to totally expose myself as two cars passed in the distance. "And they're beautiful balls," he added. The dog came up to me and started sniffing my nuts. I moved away from her cold nose. "Dingo, mind your manners!" he told her. More than usual, it felt so freeing to be sitting outside naked. I didn't have to worry about my mom driving up or seeing something outside of a window. I did have to stay in the yard until it was totally dark, though. I was fully hard by then and I stroked my meat for him. "Dude, you have the most perfectly shaped mushroom head on your penis." "Thanks! I like the massive skin on your own, though. Take it out!" He acted kind of shy. "Seriously man, wag it out!" I said. He handed me the dog's leash and unzipped his pants. His hard dick popped out with the massive foreskin covering it. "Can I sniff it?" I asked. I squatted down and he pulled it back to expose a clean head. "Sorry, I just used the hot tub. It washes me clean." I shrugged it off. "Let's go sit in the lawn chairs," I told him. He followed me to the two chairs in the protected section of the lawn. I discreetly grabbed my phone and avoided showing him the image of what was being recorded. We sat down and I casually moved the phone in a good position while he settled in with the dog. "I can't believe you two are moving as soon as I got to meet you." "No worries, I'm sure we'll come to visit sometime. We still haven't been naked in your backyard." I told him. I wanted to give him head, but I knew better than to do so without Dean's consent. "Go ahead and strip. Let's both jack off." I suggested. He twisted the handle of the dog's leash on the handle of his chair so she couldn't get away. She just plopped down on her side and started licking herself. "She's got the right idea," I said. The two of us spit on our cocks and slowly jacked off. Grant was cute to me. I liked his body even though it wasn't perfect by Dean's definition. As we played with our cocks, I scooted my chair next to his. He didn't know the reason—to allow us to both be in the camera's range. I started jacking his dick and he grabbed mine. It didn't take long for us to start squirting our loads into the grass. Once done, he got up and took a piss right in front of me. As he pissed on the bark of a tree, I did a "thumbs up" to the camera of the phone. With his back turned, I carefully turned the phone towards him. I got a perfect shot of his piss arching in the air and spraying onto the bark. I would jack off to that part of the video later. I quickly turned it off when he was done. We relaxed and chatted for while as the sun finally disappeared and it became dark. I asked him to take a walk with me. He reached for his shorts. "Leave your clothes right here," I told him. He looked like he was going to chicken out, but finally relented. We walked all the way to the road with his dog following us. "Step on the road!" I suggested. We stepped onto the asphalt that was still warm. "How does that feel to be naked in the middle of a road? You're naked in public, bro!" I said. "It's fucking awesome dude, but I'm really nervous," he admitted. "We can walk back now. I just wanted you to know what it was like." After that, we turned around and headed back to the house. We passed each of the empty lots and I felt a little melancholy about having to leave that place again. Back behind us, a car passed on the road. Grant turned around quickly. "Don't worry dude, we've tested it many times. In the dark cars can't see a thing down this far." He shook his head in acceptance and moved on. We sat on the porch steps and talked about nonsexual stuff for half an hour before he said he had to leave. "Man, now I don't wanna put any clothes on! Seems like after you shoot your load and relax, being naked out here seems natural." "I know man; I've been getting naked with Dean out here since I was sixteen!" I admitted. "I'm so jealous of you guys! You're a perfect couple." He pulled on his shorts and t-shirt and slipped into his tennis shoes. Soon he was walking back to the road to access his neighborhood. I stayed naked out there until I heard the truck drive in. I wasn't feeling chatty anymore, so I slipped back inside and pretended to be asleep in Dean's room. My new room. - - - Dean got home late that night and found me watching porn on my laptop. I was quietly watching it in the dark with ear buds. He took off his clothes and lay next to me. We watched a video of two hot black men sucking each other off. "It's a wonder you ended up with me. I'm the only white guy you ever look at." he joked. I clicked the video off and pulled up the one of me outside earlier that day. In the video I was shown moving the phone/camera over me to show I my potential audience that I was totally naked. I panned to the view beyond which showed a car passing. Then Grant came into the camera's angle. Parts of the images were dark and the dialogue was hard to hear, but you could see us jacking each other until we shot our loads. It ended with Grant taking a perfectly posed piss. Dean replayed the piss part again. "Nice work...did he leave after that?" Dean asked. "We talked after dark and then he dressed and left." I was honest with him and he didn't give any jealous vibes. He turned the video of the black guys back on and started sucking me off. I ran my fingers through his hairdo to mess it all up. I gently pushed all the way down on his head to get every inch of me in his mouth. He remained down until I released the pressure. He began bobbing up and down again. His hand grabbed my nut sack and squeezed. It hurt but I didn't say anything. Then he slightly twisted them. It made me gasp, but I let him keep them in that position. I pushed his head harder onto my cock. I heard him gag but I didn't let go. Instead, I began cumming into his mouth. No doubt it was a smaller load than I squirted out for Grant, but it felt much more intense. I kept my tight grip on his head until my orgasm was completely over and he sucked the last drop possible. After I came, he pushed the laptop away and pulled my head to on of his pierced tits and I chewed on the nipple. He moaned. "Fuck yeah baby, treat'em rough..." he groaned. I teased them with semi-hard bites followed by soft licking. I knew he enjoyed the pain and pleasure combo like I did. After another round of it, he abruptly rolled onto his belly and spread his ass. I understood the hint. I shoved my face into his crack with my nose heading in first. My rubbed my nose all over his butthole and sniffed it out. Next, I started sucking on it. I loved feeling the ring puff up as I put a lot of suction on it. I randomly shoved my tongue into it to savor the flavor of his butt. I ate and ate and ate. I was really into it, but after a point, my tongue and jaw ached. He just sat there and when I slowed down, he pulled his cheeks apart as a hint to keep on rimming. I took a deep breath, stretched my jaw, and began again. After thirty minutes of more eating, I was done. I asked him if he wanted to shoot, but he said the rim job was more than enough. We sat up and I felt really hungry. I got up and headed to the kitchen and found nothing to eat. I looked in the refrigerator and found nothing but Cokes, condiments, and Jim's beer. In the freezer there were a few TV dinners, Popsicles, etc. I also found stuff like stale French fries with freezer burn or other frozen food that had passed its expiration date. I opened the box of frozen waffles to find it had been left unsealed and the only two left were shriveled up. "What you do usually eat for supper when your dad's not around?" I asked. "Whatever your mom cooked the night before." He wasn't being sarcastic...it was true. He was often at my old house eating leftovers with me. Jim only seemed to cook a few things: chili, pork chops, or homemade hamburgers. Everything else was carryout like pizzas, fried chicken in a bucket, tacos, etc. I realized that a trip to the grocery store was in order after realizing there wasn't anything worthwhile to cook. We got dressed and drove into town. I bought all of the food that I was used to eating. I didn't buy more than I normally ate, but was shocked when the grocery checker finished scanning and said the total was $102.25. That didn't even include stuff like deodorant, soap, or shaving cream that I was going to run out of soon. Dean didn't offer to pay for any of it. I slid my debit card in the reader and my money was gone. I hoped I had enough for gas until payday. - - - Moving Dean's trailer felt like a disaster. Everything that could go wrong did on that Saturday morning. The tow truck stalled out and then a wheel on the trailer started wobbling and had to be fixed to avoid it falling off and causing damage to the house. After all that, it began to rain. After we got the trailer to the property, the wheels got stuck in the mud of the new entrance (the rain washed the gravel into the mud). When they tried to hook up the power after the rain stopped, there was no power from the new pole. We would have to wait until Monday for Power Company to send a truck out. Sewage pipes got hooked up to the septic tank and the plumbing worked fine. At least we could drink and flush. However, with no power, all the refrigerated food I bought was ruined. "Well, if we could ever be called trailer trash, this is it." Dean said after we woke up Sunday morning. Jim was not amused. The expression on his face was killer. "Relax dad, don't be so serious," he told Jim. The pitter patter of raindrops could be heard from the ceiling above. "We can make it through today," I said. Jim just got up and went back to bed. It rained for most of the day. There were things to prepare or set up outside, but not while it was raining. The twins begged me to take them to a friend's house to spend the night but Jim told them they had to stay home. I heard them arguing in their room instead of the usual laughing or sexual sounds. Dean played games on his laptop until the battery charge failed. I tried to watch a hot porn movie stored on my phone but it soon died also. We had to go driving just to charge up our phones. We ended up at Wal-Mart, Target, and then the mall. We were so bored but it was a better alternative to being at home with no electricity and grumpy Jim. We took Curt and Jeff with us but they just acted listless and tired. I thought about calling my mom and asking to stay the night there. I changed my mind because I didn't want to look like a pussy in front of the guys. No, I would rough it instead. - - - What a difference a day made. On Monday, Jim called and bitched out the electric company and a truck was there in less than an hour. It was a weekday, but Jim let the boys stay home to help with the rest of the work. It would take all five of us to quickly get the rest of the stuff done. We made a final trip back to the old place to dissemble the shed. Luckily, there was no rain. We filled the bed of the truck with the parts of the shed and its contents before heading back to the new place. It took a long time get it put back together. It was old and some screws were rusted or stripped. We had to make a trip to the hardware store to get replacement parts. The movers had reconnected the air conditioner the day before, but Jim wanted it elevated on blocks. So, it took quite a while for us to redo it. We found the existing outdoor water faucets buried in a bush where the old house had stood. We got all scratched up cutting down the briars and brush around it. Finally, all of the outdoor stuff was done after that. Next, we went through the house to put fixtures back up, unpack boxes of dishes, and give the house a quick vacuum. When it was all done, we were dead tired and nasty. When it was my turn to shower, Dean joined me and we scrubbed each other up really well. I was starving for a good meal, but no one had gone to the store to buy replacement food for all that perished since Saturday. It had never occurred to me until afterwards that we should have bought a cooler right away to keep the cold stuff from ruining. "Can we go out to eat?" I asked. "I mean to a good restaurant, not fast food." I got a surprised look from the twins like I'd asked for something major. Jim kept watching TV. "Let's go to the store again. The tab's on me." Dean said. I got dressed but my back was killing me. We drove back into town and I bought only the essentials. I bought meats, potatoes, bread, eggs, etc. I went without the chips and other snacks. The total wasn't nearly as high as before, but I felt cheated having spent so much the first time around. At least Dean was paying for this batch of stuff. I thought to myself that we'd definitely have to work out some system later about who pays for the food. After all, I wasn't the only one to be eating all this. - - - When we finally got home, it was after eight in the evening. Still, I mixed up some hamburger helper and opened a large can of green beans. It was barely enough for the five of us. Jim obviously ate less than he could have so the twins could stuff their faces. After showering and eating, everyone seemed to be energized. We found a favorite movie on TV that we'd seen before. We gathered around the TV in the buff as we watched it again. The twins were on the loveseat and I sat between Jim and Dean on the couch. Midway through the movie, I got distracted by having two nude and handsome men next to me. Our hips touched and that warm body contact made my dick rise. I put my hands on each of their thighs and stroked while we watched the action flick. The twins were often standing up yelling back at the TV as if they didn't know what was coming next. "Don't do it!" they yelled to the character on the TV screen. Jim put his hand on mine. I thought he was going to push it away, but he pulled it to his dick. My own dick rose and pointed up at the ceiling in seconds. My other hand grabbed Dean's dick. The twins didn't even pay attention. Throughout the movie, I caressed their balls and shafts. They would go from flaccid to erect off and on. Before the two hour movie was over, the twins were falling asleep. The day had finally taken its toll on them. Jim eased up and walked over to them. "Come on boys, get up and get to bed." He spoke roughly, but affectionately tousled their hair. They sleepily got up and one of them rubbed his eyes. Jeff grabbed his brother's shoulder as Curt led him back to their room. I admired their cute butt cheeks flexing as they walked toward their bedroom. The door shut and we heard them plop into bed together. It was close to eleven according to the clock on the DVD player. I felt tired, but horny. When Jim looked back toward me and Dean, I grabbed Dean's dick. "You two wanna sleep with me?" "Sure dad," Dean said. Dean winked at me and we followed Jim to his room. This time he closed the door. I stepped into the master bathroom and took a long piss. When I came back out, Dean was kissing his dad. My dick sprang back to life. I stood there looking at them in the dim lamp light while jacking my dick. "Come on babe," Dean said barely breaking the kiss with Jim. I got on the bed and the two of them got on either side of me. I lay on my back as both of them kissed all over my neck and chest for a few minutes. I ended up with each of them licking out my clean arm pits. Soon I had a mouth on each of my tits working me over. I was really getting off on being serviced. Having my pits, nips, and neck worked over made me really relaxed. I was rolled gently on my side while Dean went to work eating my fresh hole. Jim stroked my dick and balls. All the while I thought they were giving me special attention before I realized I was being primed for a double-fuck. After the foreplay, Jim coaxed me on top of him as Dean got up and grabbed the bottle of lube. I felt it being liberally squirted into my hole and onto Jim's cock. I lay on top of his larger body and we kissed. His rough hands stroked up and down my smooth back. I felt Dean's cool hand guiding Jim's hard and fat dick into my hole. Now that my hole had been fucked so many times in the last few years by dicks and various dildos, it was well seasoned. I sighed when Jim lifted his hips to push himself into me. The head popped in first. I lifted my upper body and sat up so the weight of my body pressed down. Most all of his cock slid into me. After he was clearly all the way in, I felt Dean licking around my hole. "Oh yeah!" I cooed. I was used to Jim's fat dick by now, but I wasn't so stretched out that I had plenty of room left after he stuck his dick inside. My ass was wrapped really tightly around him. I moved up let his dick almost slide out with my legs straightened out. I eased back down so I was totally sitting on his fat dick again. I moaned over the wonderful, packed feeling. Even though I had used a much thicker Dildo with Dean in the past, Jim's dick still felt humongous. I loved it. Dean's tongue flicked up and down Jim's cock as it went in and out of my butt hole. I was riding Jim as he moved his hips up and down. Jim's left hand was on my ball sac. He pulled my nuts tight as his right hand gripped my waist firmly. He began bucking up and down and my anus was assaulted. "I'm not gonna last a long time guys," Jim said. "I'm tired." Dean moved his face away from the action and I heard the lube bottle click open again. I figured Jim was about to shoot his load inside me and then Dean would take over. Instead, Jim pulled almost all the way out and paused. From behind, Dean pressed his waist against me and I felt his dick forcing its way inside me along with his Jim's penis. "OW!" I yelled. "Come on guy, man up and take it!" Jim said. My eyes watered and my ass burned. Both dicks were sliding in together. The invasion hurt really badly but I knew that I had to get over that hurdle. If the pain didn't subside and increase much more, I would have told one of them to pull out. Once they were both in all the way, we just lay there while I got used to it. I thought about the time that Jim and I double fucked Dean. Dean must have felt the same pain but took it like it was nothing. Dean was like that. I wasn't so quiet. "Fuck, it hurts guys." "You want me to pull out?" Dean asked in a bored manner. "No, but if you're going to cum, do it fast!" He wasted no time and began fucking me. Jim didn't move but enjoyed the sensation of my tight hole and Dean's cock rubbing against his own. Soon both of them were moving in and out of me like pistons. Dean came first. He wrapped his arms around my chest and gripped me hard as he spilled his seed inside me. Jim's orgasm followed right after. I hadn't cum yet but I felt like collapsing. My knees were sore and my legs were cramped. My back hurt from all the work outside. "Pull out slowly, son." Jim told Dean. Dean slid out and I heard a "plop" sound when his dick came out. Jim used his big arms to lift me off his dick. After he vacated my ass, it felt like a bus had just driven out of it. He rolled me onto my side. "Soothe his ass. I'll take care of this side." He told Dean. Dean rubbed my ass with the palm of his hand. Cum was oozing from my gaping hole and it felt really good as he massaged up and down my crack. His thumb rubbed a circular motion over my hole. Jim moved down to suck my dick. He definitely had a different style with blowjobs than Dean. I swear it felt like a milking machine had been attached to my dick. His sucking was firm, intense, fast, and steady. He didn't even pause breathe. The mutual front and back sensations worked to make me shoot my load fast. I shot my load into Jim's warm mouth and I heard him gulping. We started out fresh and clean, but afterward I smelled like sex. Without anyone telling each other "good night," Jim turned off the lamp. We pulled up the covers, scooted up next to each other, and were soon were falling asleep as we heard raindrops on the roof. This time around, the sound of raindrops was soothing. To be continued. Comments are welcome--Remember, your donations allow everyone to enjoy this and other stories—please consider a donation to Nifty.org!! Every Euro, Pound, dollar, etc helps!