Date: Sun, 29 Sep 2013 13:56:16 -0500
From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: My Twisted Boyfriend PT 23

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My Twisted Boyfriend (sequel to Twisted Next Door Neighbors) PT 23

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

My mom's wedding was a week away.   The wedding and reception was to
be at Charlie's home.  A moderate group of friends and family were
invited to the small affair.  My step family was soon due to arrive
and would be staying at Charlie's.  Mom became stressed out trying to
plan it all even though she had a lot of help from Charlie.

At home, Dean tried on his suit and it fitted fine.  Even though I'd
gotten rid of my chunkiness that I'd gained before, my only suit
didn't fit well anymore.  The pants were too short and the waist was
baggy.  The dress shirt felt funky, too.  Overall, it looked kind of
dated to me.  I had to go shell out a hundred bucks for a new one.

The wedding was the last Saturday of April.  On Friday, Charlie's
daughters Chloe and Marie arrived with their families--both were
soccer mom types.  Marie's husband was kind of plain, but Chloe's was
damn hot.  His name was Ray.  During a small evening dinner, we all
talked and got to know each other.   I kept staring at Ray's fine ass
from the corner of my eye.

Chloe and Marie each had two kids—each a boy and girl less than ten
years of age.  They were behaved for the most part, but I didn't try
to play with them like I did with my baby sisters.  I stayed and
mingled with the adults.  After introductions, the kids went outside
to the back yard and everyone else chatted.  One of the husbands asked
me if I was in school or not.  I told him about my mechanic job and
that I'd been to a trade school.  There was a weird moment when Marie
asked me if I had a girlfriend.  I just shyly said I was living with
someone.

Then mom quickly said, "David's boyfriend Dean is wonderful guy—you'll
meet him tomorrow."

Well, that let the cat out of the bag immediately.  Marie didn't seem
too put off, she just answered, "Oh, okay," and resumed talking.  Ray
overheard and had an odd expression on his face.  Marie's husband,
Mike, didn't react at all.  He started yelling at one of his kids to
settle down.  They had just run back inside out of breath and knocked
over a chair.  No one lingered on the detail that mom had blabbed.  I
felt a little embarrassed at first.  But when no one seemed to really
care, I relaxed again.

I didn't stay long after we finished eating.  Charlie's family seemed
really tired after all the traveling and mom began directing them to
their rooms.  I hugged mom goodbye and headed out the door for home.
I thought about my new step family as I drove home.  They seemed
really normal and good.  I picked up good vibes between Charlie's
daughters and my mom and I thought they really liked her.  I was sure
they liked me but I wondered if I being openly gay made any of them
uncomfortable.

When I got home, Jim was up watching TV and was home alone.  It was
rare that only he and I were there by ourselves.  I wondered if sex
was in order—it would be the perfect opportunity.  The house was a
little warm even though all the windows were open.  It wasn't hot
enough yet for the air conditioner.  After I entered, I began pulling
off my clothes to cool off.  Jim was in his chair naked.

"How was the party, bud?" he asked.

I sat down and told him all about it.  He turned down the TV with his
remote as I started giving him the rundown of the evening.  He
chuckled over the part of my mom outing me to everyone.

"Well, they'd find out sooner or later," he said.

"Do all of your friends know you're gay...or bi?" I asked.

I wasn't sure he was going to be forthcoming.  He never talked about
personal stuff with me.  We talked about cars, sports, antics of the
twins, etc, but never about him.

"Bret and Willie know.  I've known them since high school.  Those are
the guys that I play pool with now and then in Fort Worth.  The men
that I work with and go drinking with...I don't talk to them about that
stuff."

He took a sip of his beer.

"Well, don't they ever ask why you don't have a girlfriend?" I asked.

"I guess they think I'm still not over my wife's death," he explained.
 "I mean, I do like checking out women out.  It's fun to flirt."

"So you like pussy and dick the same?  You did tell Dean you were bisexual."

"Dave, it's not as simple as asking if I'm bi or gay or into pussy or
dick," he said.

He paused as if in deep thought for a moment.

"I dated girls before I met Hank.  I fucked several of them.  I
enjoyed eating pussy and all that stuff, but I'd always been aware of
the men around me.  I'd always been drawn to good lookin' men.
Eventually, I met Hank and Dean's mama.  He and I were tight.  We were
together all the time.  Friendship turned to bromance--bromance to
sex.  I fell in love.  Dean's mom, I called her Mimi as a joke and the
name stuck...well she was turned on by the two us openly fooling around
in front of her and we started having threesomes.  I loved her in a
different way then Hank.  Well, I'm sure Dean has told you this
story...before we knew it he was born, Hank Died, and I married Mimi."

"You haven't dated anyone since?" I asked.

"I've had some encounters.  I've gone to some gay bars.  I wasn't
comfortable in those environments."

He looked down for a moment and then made eye contact again.

"After Mimi was gone, Dean's brothers were streaking non stop.  Then
they discovered beatin' off and they were unstoppable.  Things got
crazier when Dean started sneaking into my room when I was drunk to
play with my dick.  Then...you and your mama moved in.

My dick started getting hard during his matter of fact conversation.
I had a flashback to my first encounters with him—sneaking in his room
with Dean to suck him off and then sucking his dick behind Dean's
back...

"How do you feel about me?" I asked.

"Don't go analyzing all this just yet.  You're young, horny, and damn
hot.  I enjoy your company.  You really flatter me with your attention
to me.  But you may decide next week or next month that you want
nothin' with an "old guy".  Besides, Dean's so smitten for you he's
willing to put up with me in the mix."

I thought about his last statement for awhile before I spoke again.
My dick had softened again.

"How do feel about Dean?" I asked.

"He should be forbidden fruit, Dave...he's my adopted son.  He's
gorgeous like you and so much like his dad.  I sometimes feel guilty
for allowing all this to happen.  Then I get in bed with both of you
and I thank God for it."

Just then, we heard Dean's car driving into the clearing.  As the
tires drove over twigs and cracked them, Jim sobered up and
straightened up in his chair.  I was stunned at all that he talked so
candidly to me.  He turned the TV back up and it appeared that we were
just watching TV as Dean opened the screen door and walked in.

"Oh my god, we were so bored tonight we were playing poker in between calls!"

I got up and slid behind him and kissed his neck.

"Was it strip poker?" I asked playfully.

"I wish.  I'd love to work in the buff."

Joking aside, he went straight for the refrigerator to look for leftovers.

"Hey dude, bring me some of the cake," I called to him.

He pulled out a paper plate with two slices of the wedding and pulled
the saran wrap off of it.  He filled one huge glass up with milk and
brought it with the cake to where I was sitting.  He sat on my left
leg and put the milk on the coffee table.  My left hand slid up onto
his hairy leg as he sat in my lap.  He had a single fork.

"Where's my fork?" I asked.

"I didn't bring you one!" he said.

He scooped a humongous slice of the cake up and crammed it into his mouth.

"You butt!  I wanted some of that." I complained.

"Okay, here..."

Still chewing a chunk of cake, he held the fork out in front of my
mouth with more cake on it.  I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue
to catch it.  He grabbed my head and spit all of the cake from his
mouth into mine.  Spit and icing drooled down my chin as we began
kissing while passing the cake back and forth.  I swallowed the cake.

"Gimme some more!" I asked playfully.

I closed my eyes and stuck out my tongue.  He grabbed the rest of that
piece of cake with his hand and forced it into my mouth with a shove!
He grabbed my head again and kissed with the mushy cake going
everywhere.  He grabbed the second entire slice and smeared it into my
face.  We made out swapping that cake back and forth.  I felt the
icing and gunk in my goatee and in my nostril.  My cock got rock hard.

"Grow up you two!" Jim said and rolled his eyes.

We chewed up the rest of the cake and he licked my entire face clean.
Jim just shook his head and rolled his eyes.

- - -

The next morning, Dean and I went jogging.  It was the first time we'd
jogged outside of the gym in ages.  When we got back, I cooked
breakfast for everyone.  The house was full of the smells of bacon and
pancakes.   The twins scarfed their food down as quickly as I put it
on the plate.  Dean and Jim sipped their coffee while I made enough
pancakes for the rest of us.  When I finally sat down to eat, I was
famished.

After breakfast, everyone took turns showering and primping for the
wedding.  Dean looked stunning with his hair conservatively parted on
the side with his suit on.  The twins were too tall for their old
suits to fit and just wore slacks and polo shirts.  Jim wore a black
suit that was slightly dated, but he looked very handsome all cleaned
up and shaved.  The smell off bath soap, shower gels, hair product,
and colognes overpowered the original bacon scent that permeated the
house earlier.  Just before noon, we were all finally ready and loaded
up into the truck to head to mom's wedding.

Just as we were getting out of the truck, my phone beeped and a text
appeared on the screen.  It was from dad.  It said, "Give your mom my
best."  As happy as I was for mom, I felt a pang of regret that mom
and dad had split up.

I didn't dote too long on that thought, however.  I quickly got the
twins out of the backseat and shut the door.  We headed into the house
which was full of talk and laughter.  Most of mom's girlfriends were
there as well as several people that I didn't know.  Charlie's very
old mom and dad arrived just after me.  Mom had met them, but I
hadn't.  I respectfully introduced myself to them and then mingled
around nervously.

I went over to each of my new stepsisters and introduced Dean.  If
they had been shocked at all about me being gay, they were totally
over it by then.  Each of them hugged Dean as if he were family.  Some
of mom's gal pals came up to me tell me "you are such a handsome boy"
or "your mom is so proud of you".   It made me feel really good.

An hour after arriving, someone turned on the stereo and a CD of the
Wedding March began playing.  Everyone looked to the hallway and mom
appeared.  Charlie, who was already in the living room, joined mom and
took her hand in his.  It was mom's second wedding and her father was
deceased, so there wasn't the traditional "walk down the aisle" or
"giving the bride away".

A minister from Charlie's church spoke about love and marriage and
then performed the ceremony.  Mom and Charlie had written their own
short vows and read them to each other.  There was a bit of comic
relief when Charlie's cat strolled into the room and stood right
between them and sat on Charlie's dress shoe.  Finally, Charlie kissed
mom and they were pronounced "married".

Mom's lady friends quickly set up food and drink in the dining room
just after the ceremony.  There was cake, punch, finger foods, soft
drinks, etc.  The mood was jovial and I hadn't ever seen mom so happy.
 After the cake was cut, I saw the twins playing in the back yard with
Charlie's dog.  The festivities overflowed onto the back patio where
all the smokers gathered to finally get the drag they were dying for.
Country music played on the stereo in the house.

My feet were tired from standing in the dress shoes for so long, so I
finally plopped down on the couch.  Dean was sitting on the opposite
end.  Before I could scoot down to talk to him, my "step brother in
law" Mike sat between us.

"You guys taking a break, too?" he said.

I was surprised he was being so friendly.  He'd not spoken much to me
before and was indifferent when mom blurted out that Dean was my
boyfriend.  I introduced Dean to him.

"How long have you guys been together?" he asked very casually.

"We met a few years ago when I moved next door to him," I said.

Dean had one eyebrow raised in surprise.

"Well great, dude.  Maybe one day the two of you can have a wedding in
this state like your mom and Charlie."

I was surprised at his openness to talk about gay stuff.

"Guys, my dad is gay.  Don't be so nervous!" he said.

Dean and I both let out a laugh.  Then his conversation topic didn't
seem so awkward anymore.  He began telling us about his dad coming out
when he was a kid.  He'd lived with his dad and his dad's partner
until he went to college.  Soon after that, the topic was changed
after he asked if Dean and I were going to college and what our plans
were.

I noticed Jim was being hit on by one of mom's friends.  I should have
been jealous, but seeing him acting so straight and flirty with women
made me horny instead.  Just then, the twins came back inside with
sweaty foreheads and were out of breath.  I could see Charlie's dog at
the patio door wagging its tale looking for the twins.

"Dad, can we get a dog?"

They had interrupted his conversation with the woman and she winked at
Jim and went to go chat with someone else as they walked up.  I
finally got a word in with mom and told her discreetly about dad's
text.  She kissed me on the forehead and said that was sweet of him to
say so.

By sundown, mom and Charlie were walked out to his car where he
surprised her with news of a trip to Nashville for their honeymoon.
He'd led mom to believe their honeymoon was going to be night in a
Dallas hotel.  Instead, he was fulfilling her dream of seeing
Graceland in Tennessee which would be followed by a tour of Nashville.
 She was ecstatic.

After mom and Charlie drove off, the ladies congregated inside to
clean up.  My stepsisters told me to go enjoy the night and they'd
take it from there.  I rounded up the guys and we headed home.  Dean
and I scooted into the small back seat and let the twins sit next to
Jim on the huge custom seat.

"It's the end of an era, huh?" Dean said.

"Yeah.  But mom's happy.  I feel kind of older after today." I replied.

I heard Jim chuckle over my comment.  I felt dumb after saying it.
Before I could think about it further, Dean's hand slid into my crotch
and rubbed my dick through my slacks.

"Mmmm," I moaned lightly.

We began making out as the twins gabbed and pop music played on the
radio.  No one paid us any mind.  Time stood steel as we fooled around
back there.  We were paused as the truck pulled into the drive and
stopped for Curt to get out and close the gate for the night.  He
jumped back in and we drove on up to the house.  As I got out of the
truck, the reality of mom's new marriage hit me.  I truly felt more
grown up.

- - -

At home, a regular pattern developed in the weeks that followed mom's
wedding.  Weekdays, I'd go to the gym, go to work, and then home to
cook supper.  Dean went to school and then to work and got home late
around the same time as Jim.  They'd heat up leftovers and watch some
TV.  If I was up, I'd join them.  Some night's I'd be awakened to have
sex with one or both of them.  Sometimes, they went off alone and did
their own thing.  I was totally cool with it.  I was happy that Dean
had gotten used to the idea of sharing me with Jim.  In fact, it
turned me on to hear them fucking in the next room without me.

When I was off on the weekends, Jim and I would work on one of the
three vehicles or I'd go bike riding with one of the twins.  Dean and
I would usually go to the gym together on Sundays and hang alone or
with Miranda.

Regarding my home improvements, I had gotten the house as clean as it
was going to get.  My next feat was going to be trying to convince Jim
to let us paint the faux paneling in the house.  That would entail
painting the living room, kitchen, and hallway.  I finally talked him
into it after a good long fuck followed by a back massage.  He said
he'd pay for the paint but didn't want to be bothered by any of it.
I'd have to get the guys to help me do it when Jim wasn't at home.

So, when school let out at the end of May, we spent one entire day
painting.  We picked the first available Sunday.  Jim ended up helping
us after all and made sure we prepped the floor and stuff with
painter's tape and sheets of plastic.  What I dreamt would be a
painful chore turned out to be a lot of fun.  Everyone painted in the
buff, so when we were done everyone had white paint on various parts
of their bodies.  When the second coats of paint dried late in the
evening, we removed all the plastic and floor coverings to unveil an
awesome paint job.

After walls were painted, the carpet looked even worse.   With
Miranda's help, we went to several stores and found cheap, but
striking new art for the walls.  She had Dean and I sneak out a large
rolled up carpet from her home and it filled the center of the living
room.  The latest changes made a huge difference in the house.  After
Miranda helped roll out the rug and rearrange the furniture, I asked
Dean the question again.

"So, can we have some friends over for dinner some time?" I asked.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" he said.

I nearly fainted at his reply.

"Who should we invite?"

I named off names and he either didn't care for the people or thought
they wouldn't be good dinner guests.  I got mad at his pickiness and
started yelling at him.

"What the fuck dude?  Why do you keep finding obstacles?  Let me do this!"

"Ok dude, shit...you pick the people then.  I'm cool with whomever you choose."

When he finally relented, I was at a loss regarding who to invite.  We
didn't have many good friends in common.

"Why don't you invite two people that we don't know so well?  How
about Grant or Ricky?" he suggested.

"Why not both of them?" I asked.

And so it was decided.  Later in the day I called both of them and
invited them to supper.  I picked the next Friday because the twins
would be out and Jim would be working.  Miranda was invited, but she
was going to be away.  Both Grant and Ricky accepted, so it was date.

- - -

Since I'd become the regular cook at home, I'd been branching out and
trying new stuff.  Mom had given me one of my Grandma's old cookbooks.
 I doubted I'd find anything I liked in it at first.  I imagined it
would be stuffy and full of old fashioned stuff—the copyright date
inside it was 1946.  The pages were brown and the book smelled funny.
However, I later discovered it contained complicated meals that
weren't so easy.  I decided that I'd tackle one of them for the dinner
with Grant and Ricky.

When Friday came, I was nervous as hell.  I worried about the food,
the appearance of the house, how I looked.  Dean was laid back and
casual—then again I was doing all the work.  All he was in charge of
was finding music and renting a good movie for us to watch.  He had
traded shifts with someone just to be off that night and made a big
deal of it.  He began to get on my nerves by the time the guys were
due to arrive.

I cooked Beef Bourguignon.  Basically it was beef and onions.  I had
to borrow some wine from mom and convinced her I was really using it
for cooking.  I made mashed potatoes to go along with it.  I'd bought
rolls to heat up and serve with butter.  I served iced tea with the
dinner.  I took a photo of the table before we ate to send it to my
mom proving I cooked that recipe.

Everyone raved about the meat and vegetables and ate it heartily.
Their comments were such a relief.  When we were done, I served a
chocolate cake that I bought in the grocery store's bakery.  I felt a
real sense of accomplishment cooking something "outside of the box".

I was surprised that Ricky and Grant were so comfortable with each
other.  Ricky was great at telling anecdotes from his job as a
restaurant manager.  He had us in tears with his stories about
customers and employees.  After dinner, he and Grant discovered they
were both into amateur photography and began a long conversation about
F stops, exposures, etc.  I had no idea what they were talking about.
Dean just winked at me and grinned.  Soon, the conversation rolled to
sports and all four of us were able to contribute.

Dessert was followed by a rented movie.  The guys stayed until eleven
o'clock and left just after the movie was over.   I was happy that our
first real "company" night was a success.  As Grant and Ricky's cars
drove out of the property, Jim drove in.  Dean and I walked down the
drive to close the gate.  My phone beeped to let me know that a text
was received.

In the dark, I held it up for Dean and me to see.  It was from Grant.
It read, "OMG.  That guy is SO cool.  Please give him my number!"

"Look at you, you little matchmaker!" Dean teased.

I felt really good inside.

- - -

Monday morning, I went to the gym on my way home.  The twins had some
event at school and would have to be picked up in the evening.   Of
course I got elected to be their taxi.  At least I didn't have to go
home and cook dinner for anyone.  I spent my time enjoying an extra
long workout.

After I locked my gym bag up in the locker room, I walked into the
main area and warmed up on one of the elliptical machine.  Ricky waved
from across the room.  I nodded for him to come over.  I sat on the
seat of another machine to do leg presses as he came over.

"Did you call him?" I asked.

He had a big smile on his face.

"Maybe," he teased.

"Fess up dude," I laughed.

"Yeah, I did.  He's a really cool dude."

"You gonna ask him out?" I asked.

"Who's to say I didn't already?"

I began pressing my legs forward and pushed the weights on the machine
back and forth.  I felt a good sensation in my hamstrings.  I kept eye
contact with Ricky, though.

"And?" I pressed further.

"Well, I went over to his place.  We swam in the pool, used the hot
tub, and talked all night."

"Oh yeah?" I asked.

"Yeah, he showed me where you guys used to live."

I felt a pang of homesickness for the old trailer park when he
mentioned it.  I got up and offered to let Ricky rotate into my sets.
He sat on the machine and adjusted it to a lower weight.

"Yeah, and he told me how he met you guys,"

I tensed up a little.  I was worried that Dean and I having sex with
Grant was going to make it weird for the four of us to continue
hanging out together.

"It's a hot story.  He told me everything.  But he knows I'm
monogamous and I prefer one guy only.  I trust that if he and I
continue to date that he won't mess around."

"So you're okay with all that we did before?" I asked.

"Yeah, well he wasn't seeing anyone at the time.   It's you and Dean's
business if you'll have an open thing going."

My dick stirred thinking about sucking Grant's succulent foreskin.  I
supposed I wouldn't get any more of that.   Before I could comment
again, it was my turn.  I sat down and Ricky adjusted the weights back
to my previous setting.  I didn't say anything for a minute.

"I really don't need to work my legs any more today.  You wanna go do
free weights with me?" I asked.

"Sure," he answered.

We walked into the weight room area and the usual dudes were there.  I
passed Abel, a guy who was kind of homely but perfectly built—he
greeted me as always with a nod and a smile.  He was always getting
calls on his cell from his kids and wife, but kept a smile on his
face.  He'd sometimes join in group conversations with the other
muscle dudes an I.  The other four guys stood in the usual pack acting
all macho and thinking they were total studs.  Since my last
experience with them, I paid them no attention.  Ricky came up behind
me and we secured a bench.  I told him what exercises we would be
doing and he listened closely.

I got some dumbbells of various strengths and sat them in the floor.
I loaded a barbell for us to do some chest presses and set it up.  I
did examples for Ricky first and then let him try it.  I stood over
his head to spot for him.  His arms were a bit wobbly but he was
really trying.

"Don't worry so much about how many you do right now," I told him.
"Just try to keep good form and breathe...that's it."

When I helped him mount the barbell back on the frame, my hands
touched his.  I heard someone behind us say in a low voice, "Faggots!"

The second that barbell was in place I spun around to see which one of
the assholes had said it.  All four pricks were suddenly engaged a set
with their weights.  My face flushed warm and anger rose in me.

"I heard it, too, Dave.  They're stupid homophobes.  Fuck'em." He said.

"More like beat their ass," I said where they could clearly hear me.

- - -

I stayed in a foul mood the rest of the day after the gym incident.
Late at night, we took a shower together.  While soaping up my neck
and shoulders, he noticed my tenseness.

"What's wrong dude?  You've been distant this evening."

I rolled over and told him about the gym experience.

"I don't like the `gym gods' anyway.  They're all jerks.  I tolerated
hanging with them in the past when you wanted to chat them up.  I
prefer the pool instead or jogging with my tunes playing."

He turned around and I soaped him up.

"I'll bet one of those four dudes is gay.  Maybe more."

I pulled the nozzle from its hook and rinsed him off.  We dried off
and headed to bed.

Just out of the shower, he smelled good and clean.  Although I loved
the smell dirty dick, balls, and ass, clean scents were cool too.
Our long shower had left me more relaxed and refreshed.   I felt less
irritated about the gym insult after talking to him about it.  I slid
over on top of him and lowered my head beside his.  I pushed my nose
into his damp hair and inhaled.  With just a light cotton sheet over
us, I could feel his heartbeat against my own as our chests were
pressed together.  I nibbled on his ear lobe and stuck my tongue
inside the ear.

"Can I fuck you?" he asked.

"I'd love it." I confessed.

He scooted down under the sheet and I rolled on my stomach.  I lay
there as he disappeared under the cover and began eating me out.  I
heard him spitting liberally into his and then two or three finger
twisted around inside me.  After he pulled them out, he slid back up
and slowly mounted me.  I felt really secure with his body weight
fully on top of me.  His head rested on my own as he began slowly
fucking me.  I lay there with my dick pressed hard against the bed and
all my stress fell away.  I didn't feel like jacking off or anything.
I just wanted him inside me.

At some point, I fell asleep.  I woke up with him on top of me and
still inside me.  Now his dick was flaccid, but it was clearly still
inside my hole.  He had ejaculated in me and then lay there until he
was dozing too.

"I love you," I said out loud.

Still snoring, he didn't move.  I slowly fell into a peaceful sleep.

To be continued.

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