Date: Sat, 14 Sep 2013 09:06:21 -0500 From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com> Subject: My Twisted Boyfriend PT 22 (Remember, your donations allow everyone to enjoy this and other stories—please consider a donation to Nifty.org) My Twisted Boyfriend (sequel to Twisted Next Door Neighbors) PT 22 (Fiction/fantasy, teen/college romance, incest) I got fucked a lot during my first week of living with Dean and his family. That double fuck I received from Jim and Dean started a pattern. I was welcome to sleep on the couch, Dean's bedroom, or Jim's room. Jim's room wasn't so much the private domain anymore. If I wanted the comfort of a king sized bed and quietness, I'd hit the sack in Jim's bed. Dean's room was dark but was too near the twins. If I was napping after eating, I'd lie back on the couch and nap there. Jim said my ass was fair game if he found me naked on his bed. He didn't always bother to wake me up first, either. I'd feel lube or spit being drizzled in my crack and then his fat dick would push in and fill me up. Sometimes, I had him get me off while he fucked me or just after it. Some night's, I let him shoot inside me and then I just rolled over and went to sleep contentedly. Dean, on the other hand, usually wanted some kind of reciprocation—be it oral or kissing. When he came home from work, I was usually beat from my job and/or my gym workout. At least he was less abrupt when waking me up. He liked to eat my ass or suck my tits while I was sleeping. I'd go in and out of sleep until he stuck himself in me. The best night was the one in which I'd just gotten fucked by Jim, fell asleep, and then got fucked by Dean. After Jim bred me, I got up to piss but went back to Dean's bed to sleep. Dean came in from work and told me I smelled like his dad after he'd gotten naked and hopped into bed. He gently rolled me onto my stomach and took his turn depositing cum inside me. Jim's sperm made my hole perfectly lubed for Dean. They soon figured out I secretly liked being passed around. - - - On Monday of the second week, the twins asked me what we were having for dinner as if I were their mom. After I told them that there was food in the kitchen (hinting for them to cook for themselves), they just grabbed a box of cereal and took it to their room. Later I found the empty cereal box in the bathroom trash can. That was all they ate for supper. On Tuesday night, they didn't ask me to cook. They grabbed a jar of peanut butter, two spoons, and a glass of milk and headed to their room. I hoped they hadn't always eaten like that—or had they? I knew they ate breakfast and lunch at school. On weekends, they ordered pizza or ate out. I wondered if they'd had no real supper after Jim began working evenings for the last year or so. In the transition of Dean heading to college and Jim working late (instead of overnight), they must have fended for themselves. I went to the freezer and pulled out a frozen meatloaf. I'd bought a frozen one when I was craving my mom's food but hadn't cooked it yet. On that evening, I figured it was enough for the three of us. When it was done, I heated up some cream style corn from a can along with some frozen black eyed peas. I guess they thought I was cooking something for me and didn't pay attention to food smells. The food was all canned or frozen, but it was a real meal. "Dinner's ready!" I yelled extremely loud. They came running into the living room looking all surprised. "Sweet!" they said in unison. They stomped into the kitchen and began grabbing paper plates from a drawer and filled them up with the food. I filled my own plate up after them and sat down on the far side of the table. They didn't say a word as they scarfed it down. They continued to eat quietly until their plates were totally empty. "There's more if you want it!" I said. "Thank you!" Curt said. He and Jeff got up and put more of the meatloaf on their plate. Their second helpings were gone in a heartbeat. I went back for more but only the vegetables were left. I finished them off. When they were done, they offered to help me clean up--I was surprised. "Naw dude, go do your homework." "Cool, okay!" Jeff replied. There wasn't any food left over for Dean or Jim—I really didn't care. I felt kind of pissed that Dean, who had a car, wasn't bringing them home anything to eat. Jim simply assumed they were eating something decent (I supposed). I thought about how much more food was going to have to be bought if everyone was going to eat real meals. At the time I didn't analyze my actions or thoughts. I just felt it was my obligation to make sure everyone was fed. I guess I needed a purpose around the house. - - - As April neared, we fell into a new routine. I cooked dinner for the guys on weeknights. On the weekend, Jim took us all out to eat. I began to branch out from frozen stuff and cook fresh meats. I soon tired of Hamburger Helper and instead cooked pork chops, spaghetti, etc. I even tried frying chicken, but that didn't work out too well and we had to toss it. Needless to say, I was on the phone often with my mom or step mother asking how to cook something correctly. Other chores got pushed off on me, too. I ended up doing a lot of their laundry because whenever I let mine pile up to do all at once, the twins or Dean would run and toss their stuff in the washer. I figured out they'd been washing clothes on a need basis instead of washing everything dirty at one time. They would run a load to wash two pairs of jeans, for example. Dean always picked his stuff out of the dryer and ironed his stuff for work. He hung up his clothes after he got home from work. He as always too worried about the way he looked to not have clean clothes on hand. Jim wore nothing but his uniform or a single pair of jeans at home (and two different t-shirts). His uniform shirts didn't need to be ironed and he wore jeans with them. Jim had the nerve to bitch if I didn't put his stuff in the dryer after the oversized wash load finished. The twins got their stuff of the dryer as they needed it. In their room there was a pile of clean but outgrown clothes in a corner. The clean clothes that fit them sat on their dresser instead of being put away in the numerous dresser drawers or the closet. Dirty clothes that needed to be washed sat the other corner. Everyone used a new towel every time they washed and tossed the dirty ones into a beat up, old hamper. Before the items in the hamper finally got washed, a mildew smell would often permeate the bathroom. I ended up washing the towels so I could have a clean one. I wasn't aware of all these things before I moved in. I knew they were slobs, but I didn't realize how lazy they all were. I got fed up having their work pushed off on me. "Guys, get in here now!" I yelled one day. The twins slowly walked in from their bedroom. "Who crammed their pants in with my stuff?" "Uh...I did." Curt stammered. There were four pairs of Jeans and a lot of t-shirts crammed into my load that the agitator was struggling to turn and made a weird noise. I dug out their clothes and dumped the wet mess into a torn up laundry basket. I closed the lid and the washing resumed without the noise. "I'm not gonna wash, dry, and fold your shit!" I shouted. He looked at me like I was crazy. "You guys get all the dirty stuff out of your room now." They just stood there. "NOW!" I yelled. They looked like deer in headlights before they got up and hurriedly gathered their stuff. "Did you get all those socks and towels?" I said. "Yeah," Jeff answered. "From the bathroom too?" "No." "Go get them! And take the sheets off your bed." - - - By the end of the evening, every stitch they owned was clean. When they were done I urged them to put the clothes in their drawers and hang them up. They looked at me like I was speaking Russian. They hesitantly did what I asked. I told them to put the old clothes that they didn't wear into a clean garbage bag. Once done, their room looked cleaner and more spacious than I'd ever seen it. All my yelling at them gave me a headache. I yearned for a fat joint to smoke. Despite the stress, I felt very satisfied after making them do all that work. THEIR share of the work. They weren't bad kids, but they needed direction—not just Jim yelling at them when he was tired - - - When Dean came home that evening he was quite amazed at what I had accomplished with his brothers. "You should have made them finish the deed by giving you a good blow job," he joked. "I've tried to get them to clean up their shit before, but we ended up fighting. When dad tells them to do anything, they jump and do it right away...only thing is he's always sleeping or at work." He kissed me on the lips and whispered in my ear. "I guess you're their new mama." Then I slapped him hard on the ass. "Ouch, biotch!" he laughed and rubbed his bare butt. After he sat down and started checking his email on his laptop, I changed the topic. "Now that I'm settled in and the move is over, maybe we can have some friends over." He just kind of shrugged. "Seriously. Let's invite some people over for dinner or even have a party? We can throw some big April Fool's joke on them!" I got excited thinking about something fun to do, but he was indifferent. "What's your problem dude?" I asked. He closed his laptop and put it on the edge of the bed. "Dude, don't you get it? Have I ever invited anyone over? Just you and Miranda...hell, you're mom's only been in here three times ever. This place is a fucking dump! I'm embarrassed by it!" He abruptly got up and left the room. I got up to follow him but he'd gone into the bathroom and closed the door. I figured he had to take a dump or something. I went to the living room and sat on the couch waiting for him to join me. After the toilet flushed, I heard him start the shower. When he finally came out, he went straight to bed. I got mad and sat there stewing. He ignored me! I decided there was no point in discussing it anymore that night. I went and got me a Coke and pulled out the bag of Doritos I'd hidden from the twins. I ate half the bag until my anger subsided. I watched ESPN until I got sleepy and then went to bed and joined Dean. He was turned over on his side as if he was still being aloof in his sleep. I lay there in bed thinking about what he said. The house was indeed old and dated. The house seemed sturdy structurally, but the interior had seen better days. I'd come to realize that after Dean's mom died, they let the household go to shit...hence the erratic laundry, lack of real cooking (no clean up needed), dirty bathrooms, etc. "There must be cheap ways to spruce this place up," I thought to myself. There was no reason why we couldn't make the house something to be proud about. I lay in the dark next to Dean as he snored and thought of all the stuff to do around the house to fix it up or clean. Eventually, I felt him snuggle up to me. I smiled in the dark. - - - Mom's wedding was to be held on the last week of April. That gave her plenty of time but she was constantly worrying herself with the details. She and Charlie were to get married at his local church. A reception would follow at the church immediately after. Charlie's daughters and their families were going to be staying at his house, so mom was equally stressed out worrying about preparing the house for them. I didn't dare bring up my ideas to fix up the house just yet to Jim. I figured I would try to spruce up whatever I could first just by cleaning the place up. When nobody but Curt and Jeff were home, I used my recently discovered power over them to do make them help with the chores. I began to realize after that all I had do is butch it up to the max and they did whatever orders I barked out. First, I asked them to help me scrub down the bathrooms. There was mildew in both of the showers and in the inside of the toilet bowls. The bathroom floors looked new after they were cleaned. The dirtier the job was, the more fun it seemed to the twins. They enjoyed grossing each other out. One bathroom rug, which smelled like urine, was tossed in the washing machine. It ended up disintegrating and would have to be replaced. As for me, I alone tacked cleaning out the entire refrigerator and underneath the kitchen sink. The glass shelves in the fridge pulled out easily and I scrubbed them in the sink. Most all of the unused condiments I found were a year or more passed the expiration dates. I pulled out the fridge away from the wall and swept out all kinds off crumbs, bread ties, a dead cricket, etc. I decided the reason there were no roaches was because there nobody ever cooked. Under the sink it was dank and humid. I found a bottle of cleaner had been slowly leaking for ages. Luckily, the wood wasn't rotted. I cleaned that section out and threw away a bunch of old bottles of cleaners that hadn't been touched in ages. I also found a can of turpentine, a baseball glove, and an empty bottle Mr. Bubble. I told Dean during the week why I was trying to clean up. I told him since he was so embarrassed about it all that he should help out. Amazingly, he got up off his ass and vacuumed the entire house. He even pulled furniture away from the walls. He went through the kitchen drawers and shook out the crumbs and other dust that had accumulated and wiped them out. He tossed all the broken utensils, numerous aluminum pie pans, and other junk no one used. Together, he and I removed layers of dust from everything in the living room. All that work took multiple days to complete. Once it was done, we invited Miranda over. She'd been inside Dean's house many times before, but it was her first time to visit after it was moved to the new location. She immediately noticed the cleaning that had been done. When Dean left the room to get us come Cokes, she patted me on the back. "You can't fool me. You're behind all of this, huh?" she asked. "Yeah, how did you know?" I asked. "Well, your own place was flawlessly clean. The dirtiest I ever saw your room was when you left clothes on the floor. Your mom's a great housekeeper. These poor souls lost the "woman's touch" around here too long ago." Before I could comment, Dean came back into the room and the conversation topic changed. He began chatting about some movie he wanted us three to go see. She just winked at me behind his back. I felt really good about my accomplishments that week. I hoped the guys would keep it up. - - - After the week of cleaning, I told the twins we all needed to contribute to keeping the place clean. There was still the dated shag carpet and 70's furniture that couldn't be immediately removed, but I had faith that we could at least keep the controllable stuff in check. I had my first argument with Jim soon after. He'd cooked some stew and then left the pot in the sink for a day. He tossed a few dirty uniform shirts in the laundry when I was washing my work clothes and jeans. Other habits and comments of his had rubbed me the wrong way since I'd moved in. He had told me in the past to talk to him like a regular person and not to use "no, sir" and "yes, sir". Yet, he talked to me like I was one of the immature twins. When he dumped some more laundry on me one day, I blew up. "Shit dude, I've been getting these guys to keep stuff clean with no help from you. Can't you fuckin' clean up after yourself?" I said loudly. As soon as I said it, I knew I'd put my foot in my mouth. I had just really pissed him off, but I was tired of walking on eggshells around him. "Excuse me buddy?" he said. He walked up to me and we were just inches apart. He was six foot and hovered over me. Despite my good build, his broad shoulders dwarfed mine. For once, though, I didn't cower to him. I stood my ground. "Yes Jim, I'm just asking you to help out. They guys and I have cleaned up the place—if you've noticed. I appreciate being allowed to live here, but I think I'm doing my share. I cook, clean, and pay for all of the food; I give you money for bills." He didn't blow up like I thought he would--but he didn't say anything at all. "I'm a grown man. You've told me and Dean that many times now when bitching about something we forgot to do. I'm trying to act like one...so I want to be treated like one. You've bitched at me at times like I'm a kid. You have sex with me `man to man' but you don't talk to me like I'm a man." He just stood there and he looked deeply into my eyes without changing his serious expression. "Point made," he said. He just turned around and walked off. I thought he just blew me off. Then, a minute later he emerged from his bedroom with a bundle of towels and pants and walked into the main bathroom. I could hear the hamper open and close. I went into Dean's room and closed the door. As I sat on the bed, my hands were shaking and my pits were wet. I couldn't believe what had just happened. In the distance, I heard the sink running in the kitchen and something was being scrubbed. - - - Jim requested a week of vacation during the local school Spring Break holiday. Early in the week, he took all the boys to the skateboarding park. In all that time that Dean and I had been taking Curt and Jeff out there, Jim had never been. When I got home from work that day, I heard lots of laughing and carrying on. The guys immediately began telling me of their late afternoon escapade. They had tried to show off to let Jim see every maneuver they knew. They'd coaxed Dean on a skateboard and he nearly busted his ass. The rest of the week, Jim stayed around the house and we all worked together on the property doing things like putting the hammock up, mowing, etc. We put aluminum fencing around the trailer to cover the underside and insulate it. It was hard work, but I enjoyed doing it because it improved the new living space. The labor was nothing like the hellish weekend that the trailer was moved there. On the last weekday of their Spring Break, we all went fishing at a local lake. Only one of us caught a fish, but we had a blast. Everyone teased Dean who was constantly pouring on a high SPF sunscreen to avoid burning the skin of his extremely white arms and neck. He kept a shirt on to avoid damaging his tattoo. The rest of us went shirtless and got sunburned like hell. - - - Spring Break ended and the twins went back to school. Dean's classes resumed at the college and we were all back on our regular schedules. Work was moderately busy. With the twins back in school, everyone else's routine went back to normal. Dean and I worked opposite shifts and he began to get lazy about going to the gym. I often went to the gym alone before or after work. I worked out with Ricky whenever I saw him there. We'd have good conversations ranging many different topics. I kept on giving him tips on how to work his muscles better. That was the point when things became uncomfortable at the gym. One day I had started my workout alone and was gabbing with the dudes that always hung out in the free weights room. Most were all a bunch of muscle heads that talked about nothing but exercise, sports, and other "manly" topics. They bitched about their supposed girl friends and other stupid things. Most of them acted overly macho. I tolerated their banter and sometimes enjoyed debating them about a football team or other sports issue. When began working out my upper arms, one them chuckled and pointed to other side of the room. "Look at that pathetic loser. He doesn't know what he's doing. He just needs to give up." I looked toward where he pointed and there was Ricky using a machine incorrectly. I didn't say anything; I just walked over to Ricky and patted him on the shoulder from behind to acknowledge myself. He turned around greeted me. "Hey dude, I just wanted to discreetly let you know, you're sitting on this one backwards," I said discreetly and with a wink of the eye. "Oh shit!" he laughed. He stood up and faced the other way and sat down. He pulled the weights down to correctly work out his upper back. I patted him on the shoulder and told him I'd be working out nearby if he wanted to chat again. I walked back up to the bench where I left my weights and resumed my dumbbell raises. "Is that your new boyfriend?" one of guys teased. Without missing a beat, I responded. "No, he's my friend. My boyfriend is at work." I kept moving my dumbbells and looked directly at him making eye contact. "I thought so!" he mumbled. He turned another direction, sat down, and began shoulder presses. He looked angrily toward the wall as he lifted the weights. The other five guys that were all talking with me and him before became silent. I secretly stewed over the asshole's comments but pretended to be unaffected. When I left, I gave the rude guy a "go to hell" look and walked to the locker room to shower. The next day, only one or two of the muscle guys spoke to me. When they did, they acted nervous and spoke in a rushed manner. I didn't care--I just went about my workout. I never told Ricky or Dean about that guy's comments. - - - Easter was a simple affair. I bought a canned ham and fixed baked beans and mashed potatoes to go with it. I'd been craving my stepmother's deviled eggs for months, so I made them from a recipe she emailed to me. I cooked some "brown and serve" rolls and served with butter. I cooked a frozen apple pie for dessert. When the dinner was done, I put the food on the table and took a photo of it. I was very proud of the spread I'd produced. I called everyone to the table. The guys dug in and there was nothing left after we finished. Everyone was in a good mood. I hadn't seen Jim joke around so much before. It seemed like he was slowly letting go of his fear to enjoy the things in life that he associated with Dean's mom—their life with her. When he laughed he was so damn sexy. I looked down to see his robe had slowly fallen open at the waist. My dick rose seeing a flaccid penis surrounded by his bush. After we ate, Dean went outside to work on a drawing. The twins napped on the couch and love seat. I sat in the floor against the couch eyeing Jim in his chair as he watched TV with a beer in hand. I heard Curt snore behind me. I began to feel overdressed and pulled off the shirt I'd put on to cook the meal. I lifted my ass up and slipped my shorts off. My low hanging balls touched the carpet as I sat back down. I looked up at Jim and he was staring at my semi. "You're horny huh?" he asked. "Fuck yeah!" I said. "Then let's get it on!" We stood up and we walked down the hall to his room. He playfully put his arms around my waist and lifted me off the floor. We walked like that to his room with my feet hovering over the carpet. As he carried me down the hallway, I felt his hardening cock pressed against my backside. When we got to his room he lifted me up more and pretended to toss me onto the bed. I landed on my side and he jumped on top of me. "I've got you know, you sexy fucker!" he sniggered. I tried to get up and we wrestled. I hadn't roughhoused before with him like that. It was hot! "If you were my size, I'd have you on your belly begging for mercy!" I told him. "Oh yeah?" While I was pinned down, he took one hand and started tickling me relentlessly. I kept squirming to get away. "Yeah, I heard you were damn ticklish...looks like they were right!" I kept trying to get out from under him. Then he took both rough, large hands and put one on each of my ribs. "Fuck dude, stop it!" I was laughing so hard. Even though I was being tortured, my dick was rock hard. The rough, physical play got my body hot and I could smell my pits. When he finally relented, He dropped down and started kissing my neck—such a vulnerable place for me. It was just then that I looked up and saw Dean standing there in the dark hallway watching us. He knew he could join in if he wanted. I didn't say anything to Jim. I just stared back at Dean. I was too turned on to care if Dean was feeling left out. Jim's mouth traveled down to my chest and he licked it all over in big, wet strokes. Soon, I was covered with spit. Dean's dick wasn't hard, I noticed. I was about to say something when Jim buried his face in my right pit and started eating it. I just closed my eyes and relaxed as he chewed on the hair in my armpit. He sucked the skin making me squirm, but I didn't protest. I pulled my knees to my chest and spread them to offer up my hole. I looked back in the hall and Dean was gone. Jim spit liberally into his hand and two wet fingers entered my ass and searched around. They pulled out and were followed by three wet fingers which went in all the way past his knuckles. "I'm ready!" I told him. He spit again and I felt the warm liquid ooze onto my hole. Then the head of his penis pressed against my anus. He pushed in very slowly with no stopping until he was all the way inside me. A slow fuck followed with my feet in the air. He fell against me humped me. Our mouths pressed together as we kissed deeply. I kept my eyes closed and rubbed the hair on his chest while I took in all the sensations. After about twenty minutes, his hips bucked hard and he fell on top of me while he pumped his load. Hot beer breath wafted into my nostrils. After he pulled out, he slid a few fingers in me to gather some come. He used his warm cum to jack me off. It didn't take long for me to shoot. He stroked me fast and concentrated solely on the head of my cock. I moaned extremely loud as his hand kept pumping and pumping and my sperm squirted all over it. When my orgasm finally subsided, he rubbed his sticky hand on my chest to smear off the cum and ass juice that had collected on it. In his normal fashion, he rolled over onto this belly and sighed. I knew he'd be asleep in minutes. I looked out toward the hallway and heard nothing. I stood up and felt a head rush. I sat down until the slight dizziness subsided. I slowly waked to our room and opened the door. The blinds were shut and I could see Dean's naked form lying on his stomach. "You okay?" I asked as I snuggled beside him. "Yeah." He didn't turn his head to face me. "I understand now that I have to share you. You belong to him too now, huh?" I wasn't sure what to say... To be continued. Comments are welcome--Remember, your donations allow everyone to enjoy this and other stories—please consider a donation to Nifty.org!!