Date: Tue, 15 Oct 2013 22:53:30 -0500
From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: My Twisted Boyfriend PT 24

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My Twisted Boyfriend (sequel to Twisted Next Door Neighbors) PT 24

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

 June started off fiercely hot and humid.  It would rain for about ten
minutes on some days and stop which made it even worse.  The air
conditioner at home wasn't working well and it made sleeping difficult
on some nights.  Jim had to wait for a bonus at work to be issued
before considering buying a new air conditioner unit.  He feared that
it needed to be completely replaced instead of just being repaired.
He explained to me that it had already been repaired several times in
the past.  So, the three of us that were working were thrifty with our
money in the mean time because we thought we'd all have to contribute
to the cost of the replacement.

Back at the garage, work was really hot and sweaty.  Newly installed
fans in the garage bays did little to ease our discomfort.  Our
workload was busier after Isaac both started advertising.  During June
he secured a contract to service the equipment for a local landscaping
company with multiple vehicles.  For once I was offered overtime pay
if I would come in earlier and stay late.  I came home worn out each
evening and still had to cook dinner.  I totally skipped the gym on
those days because I was spent.

The business that Dean worked for merged with another banking company
and there was worry about his job function being relocated to another
state.  We kept our fingers crossed that it wouldn't happen.  In the
interim, he concentrated on his art studies.  His drawing abilities
were really improving so much that I felt a little jealous of his
creative abilities.

As for me, I expressed my creativity through a newly discovered means,
but I didn't realize its importance yet.  I discovered over time that
I really enjoyed cooking.  Since mom's wedding, I'd tackled many hard
or elaborate recipes.  Several were delicious, some had to be tossed.
Jim and the twins would always eat what I cooked no matter what.  If I
cooked something questionable, Dean didn't mince words.  His practice
of doing so started our argument in a long while...

"What do you mean by that?" I said angrily.

"I told you, this tastes fucked up.  I don't know what you put in it
to make it taste like that!"

"Fuck you!" I said and began clearing the table.

"Well you'd tell me if a drawing of mine was bad.  You have several times!"

I started clearing the table and tossed the plates into the sink and
they made a loud noise when they clanked together.

"Well... just break some dishes with that temper why don't you!"

I took the entire casserole and began shoving it into the food
disposal.  I turned on the faucet and the disposal and I could hear
the food being sucked down.  He stormed out of the kitchen and I heard
the bedroom door slam.  I tasted the last piece of food that was stuck
to the Pyrex dish.  It did taste weird.  Then as I rinsed the dish
completely, I found what had once been a small measuring spoon melted
against the glass!  I'd dropped it in the empty dish and never noticed
that I'd poured noodles right on top of it.  Thank god only Dean and I
had tasted it I would have made everyone sick.

- - -

The day after payday, the A/C went out completely.  It was 95F degrees
outside that day.  The thermostat in the house read 85 after dark with
all the windows and both doors open.  No one was comfortable enough to
get any sleep so Dean, me, and the twins ended up still awake at
midnight hot, bored, and irritable in the living room.  When Dean
brought up the topic of him and I sleeping out on the hammock, the
twins started bitching.

"Dude, you guys always use the hammock.  The two of us should use it!"

A loud argument started between the four of us and Jim yelled from the
bedroom to shut up.

"I know how we can settle this!" I said.  "Let's wrestle for it."

"Oh come on!" Dean said.

"Don't worry dude, we'll beat them both!"

The twins went for the idea.  In a few minutes, we'd gone outside and
Curt threw down a blanket.   We turned off the porch light because it
was luring moths and other insects.  Of course, we were naked as
usual.  I wrestled with Jeff first.  The two of us stood around
dancing and egging each other on.  I finally made a move and tripped
him.  After he fell, I pounced on him and we rolled around.  I had him
pinned down a few times, but he'd recover.  I was surprised at how
strong he was for being so lanky and slim.

We got so sweaty that we were slipping from each others grip.  Curt
and Dean were cheering their respective teams on.  I hadn't noticed
that my dick was fully erect until Jeff gripped it with one of his
hands.  He tried to distract me with that move but I didn't go for
it—in fact I loved it!   I enjoyed pressing my sweaty body on his and
rolling around.  Soon enough, I had him pinned down with my
perspiration dripping onto his face.  Dean called it a score for us
and I rolled off huffing and puffing.

Next, Dean and Curt stepped onto the blanket and stared each other
off.  With no warning, Dean charged his brother and fell hard on top
of him.  It was a major takedown.  Curt was squirming to get loose.

"You forgot I've had years of practice as this bubba!"

"Okay, okay...take your fucking hammock!" Curt yelled.

Dean stood up and slapped his brother hard in the ass.  I noticed that
Curt had a hard on as he and his brother went back inside to get
something to drink.  Dean went inside and found some insect repellent
and we sprayed down with it.  After we were reeking of "Deep Woods
Off", we went to the hammock to cool off.  We piled into it clumsily.
Mixed in with the smell of the repellant was our own muskiness.  As we
lay there, I tried to get comfortable but something kept bothering me
like my balls itching, strange insects buzzing around (despite the
spray down), and the lack of any breeze.

The more I lay there, the more irritable I got.  I wondered if the
hammock had been worth fighting for.  Dean was snoring somehow.  And
then with no warning, water was being squirted all over faces and
bodies.  I jumped up and fell out of the hammock hard on my back.  The
wind was temporarily knocked out of me.  I heard the water hose
spraying Dean and he started cussing and yelling.  Running after a
figure holding the water hose, Dean tripped and fell into the grass
and was trying to get back up so he could attack whoever squirted us.
Then the water stopped and I heard loud, bellowing laughter.  It was
Jim!

"Well, you wanted it to rain!" he laughed.

Then he squirted his own head and body with the hose.  His body was
glistening and wet under the moonlight.

"Oh my god.  Are you drunk dad?" Dean asked with a serious face.

"No buddy...I thought I'd get you two back for giving the boys such a
hard time.  It's a miserable out here as it is inside—you know it is!
Go grab some clothes.  We're staying the weekend at the Motel Six.
This heat is bullshit!"

- - -

In just over thirty minutes, we had loaded the car and truck and were
headed to the nearest motel on the interstate highway.  Once checked
in, we all showered all lay down to watch the motel's HBO channel.
Jim had paid for a room with double beds—the twins got on one, the
rest of us took the other.   Jim was fast asleep after an hour.  The
rest of us watched an action flick on the free HBO channel until we
heard Dean snoring.  I turned out the lamp and left the TV on.  I
assumed the twins would continue to watch TV late into the night, but
soon after they clicked it off with the remote.  I was nearly asleep
when I heard them moving around.

The room was nearly pitch black with the curtains pulled tightly and
no lights on.  However, just over the hum of the window unit air
conditioner I could hear the unmistakable sound of Curt and Jeff
fucking.  I got really horny and wanted to slide out of the bed and
join them, but I was stuck in the middle of Jim and Dean.  Jim lay to
my right and was sleeping on his side.  My hand slid down his smooth
back until I felt the hair of his ass cheeks.  I rubbed my knuckles in
his crack and he didn't stir.  I moved my hand back up and rubbed his
ass scent around below my nose.  I inhaled the smell of soap with a
hint of ass and listened to the twins screwing until I drifted off.

Sunday morning, Jim had gone into Fort Worth to find hardware stores
that were open so he could pick out an air conditioner.  Dean and I
tried to sleep until noon, but Curt and Jeff woke us up.  They begged
us to take them to Byron's house so they could hang out at the pool
all day.  We agreed and drove them out to Byron's place so we didn't
have to hear them whining all day.  Afterward, we stopped at home to
fill a cooler with Coke and have some lunch.  We then headed back to
Motel Six but became as bored as the twins had been.  I suggested we
go to the motel's pool and relax.

"Okay, but I'm staying under one of those umbrellas dude.  I don't wanna burn."

He wasn't being a prima donna, he was thinking smart.  He had
extremely pale skin plus he felt he shouldn't expose his huge dragon
tattoo to sunlight too long.  I appreciated him making the effort to
go out and hang with me.  Because we had each brought our gym bags, I
assumed we both had swimsuits packed. His backpack had both a pair of
swimming trunks and running shorts.  I'd neglected to fill my bag with
anything but t-shirts because I thought I had some in there already.
I'd worn just jeans and a t-shirt to the motel.

"You'll just have to go commando in those skimpy shorts, stud!"

We grabbed our towels and cokes and walked down the stairs in the
heat.  The hot pavement burned our feet so we started to run.  Once we
got to the pool, we noticed a cute Latino guy laying out.  He had on
headphones and some out of style shorts.  He had on dark sunglasses
and his mouth was moving to music coming from his ear buds.  He was
young, handsome, and had a slim body.  I especially like his perfect,
smooth feet.  While I stood there gawking, Dean pushed me into the
water and jumped after me.  We started splashing each other and
laughing.  The dude in the lounge chair was still jamming to his tunes
and not paying us any mind—or so I thought.

After we swam around for while, Dean and I got out and sat under the
single table that had an umbrella.  We sipped on our Cokes and
relaxed.

"Dude, I can see right through your shorts!"

I looked down and the dark gray Nike shorts weren't totally
transparent, but the fabric had dark spots where my dick and balls
touched the material.  The nylon material clung to my dick and balls
and left no room for imagination.  If I moved just so, I guessed that
my nuts could hang out.

"You knew they'd be see through huh!  These are the pair you cut the
liner out of." I said.

"Yep, it made it cooler for jogging with my balls hanging free...and it
looks damn good from over here!" he said with a sly smile.

I was sure no one else could really tell they were so thin unless they
were up close.  The only person around us was the dude that was laying
out tanning.

After we stopped talking, I was about to get back in the water to cool
off again, but the Latino dude got up.  He yawned big and waved at us.
 He walked over towards our table.  Just before he reached us, Dean
spoke in a whisper.

"Open your legs, bro...let him see your package."

I was a little nervous to do so, but in my chair, I opened my legs.  I
felt my balls shift a little.

"How's it going guys?" the guy said in a thick Spanish accent.

"We're doing good.  Trying to beat the heat." Dean said.

"Try to?" he said confusedly.

"No dude, we're trying to stay cool."

He looked confused.

Dean said something to him in Spanish while pointing at his self and me.

"Ah, si." he replied.  "Hablan espanol?"

"No mucho." Dean replied.

"I told him we're resting--it's hot"

Dean was trying to show off after having taken four years of Spanish
in school.  The guy tried to speak mostly English after that.  He took
off his sunglasses and put his hand out for us to shake it.

"I'm Manuel.  Call me Manny."

We shook his hand and nodded for him to sit down as Dean got up and
moved to the only other chair behind the round table.  Dean looked
down at my crotch as he got up and I knew what he wanted me to do.  As
Manny put his towel, beer can, and sunglasses on the table, I pulled
the shorts to the side and let my balls slide out a little.  Only he
could see it.  He didn't notice it right away.

"I'm Dave, this is Dean."

"Mucho gusto!" he replied.

We asked him where he was from and gave us a name of a town in Mexico.
 Dean tried to make conversation with him but Manny finally noticed my
crotch.  He kept looking at it out of the corner of his eye.  As Dean
talked to him, he played with his nipple rings and then Manny kept
looking at him.  I saw Manny look down at my dick again, so I rubbed
it through the thin material.  He became stuttered and his English was
worse.  Out of nowhere, Dean surprised me with his next statement.

"It's really hot out here Manny, why don't you join us in our room."

He hesitated as if he was thinking it over.

"Ah, si."

We grabbed our towels and headed back to our room.  As we exited the
gate of the pool, I reached back and pulled my trunks down so my ass
crack was fully visible.  I was getting hard so I covered my front
with the towel in my hand.  As we walked, I took the lead with Manny
between us.  When I got to the room, I slid the access key in the lock
and it clicked.  Dean entered first and Manny followed.  Dean
purposely stopped in his tracks so that Manny bumped his crotch
against Dean's butt.  I slipped in behind them.

The chilly air was a welcome relief from the outdoors.  Manny sat on
the edge of the twin's bed after he entered.  I sat down directly
across from him on the other bed.  Dean tossed our towels in the
bathroom.  I pulled my shorts outward a little to pull them away from
my balls.

"So what are you in town for?" I asked.

Dean sat down next to me.

"I should no tell, but I'm a singer in a band!"  Manny answered.

"Oh yeah?" Dean answered almost mockingly as if he didn't believe him.

"Yeah," he replied proudly.

"Sing something for us!"

We could tell that Manny was a little inebriated.  Likely, that had
not been his first beer.  He started singing in Spanish.  He sang
perfectly, but we really didn't believe he was in a band.  As he kept
singing, Dean slid his hand on my leg.  He let it slide down my thigh
until it was next to my dick.  He quickly reached over and pulled the
fabric of the crotch so my dock and balls totally fell out.  Manny
stopped singing like someone had hit the pause button.  His mouth
stayed open and he looked startled.

Dean started stroking me and I immediately swelled up.  He put his
other arm around my waist.

"Do you like this Manny?"

His face flushed darker.  He wasn't sure what to say.

"You want to touch it?"  Dean offered.

Manny nervously nodded and reached out a shaking hand.  When it
wrapped around my totally hard dick, he closed his eyes.

"Dios Mio!" he said.

He put the other hand on his heart like he was having a heart attack
and then laugh.

"You make me excited," he said.

He finally smiled big and showed a mouth full of perfect, white teeth.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" I asked.

"No, I don't let anyone know."

I understood that to mean that he was closeted.

"It's okay dude, you can relax here." Dean said.

Dean stood up and pulled his trunks off.  I got up and did the same.
We sat down on either side of Manny on the other bed and started
feeling him up all over.  He closed his eyes and just let us do our
thing.  Dean stuck his hand in Manny's trunks and pulled his hard,
uncut dick free.  It was small but uncut...something I loved.

"Kiss him, Dave." Dean told me.

I gently put my hand under Manny's chin and turned his head my way.  I
put my lips fully on his warm mouth and stuck my tongue inside.  We
were going at it in no time.  He was definitely not a beginner with
kissing.  Dean kept stroking Manny's dick.  When we finally broke our
kiss, Dean asked him what he wanted to do.

"Oh man, I don't know."

"I saw you constantly looking at Dean's dick.  Do you want to suck it?""

He just nodded.

"Get on your knees then," Dean said.

As he stood up, Dean pulled Manny's shorts off.  He had a really cute
that was totally smooth.  His pubes were trimmed and dark black.  He
got on his knees and marveled at my dick before he cautiously put it
in his mouth.  Then he started to suck on it.

"Careful with the teeth!" I said.

"I am so sorry."

He smiled and kissed the head of my dick.  Dean got down on his knees
and demonstrated for Manny.

"See, cover your lips like this, and then suck on it," Dean explained.

Dean bobbed up and down on my dick and then let Manny take over.
Manny resumed giving me head and it was a dramatic improvement.  Dean
sat back on the bed next to me and jacked his cock.  Manny stopped
sucking me and then sucked Dean for a while.  Dean and I began kissing
as our new friend orally serviced us.  Manny swapped back and forth
blowing us each for a couple of minutes at a time.  Now and then he
sniffed around my ball sac and gently rubbed them.

The whole seduction of Manny had me so sexed up I knew I'd shoot soon.
 When Manny began sucking again, I put my hands gently on his head and
pulled his head onto me.  He bucked and gagged but I began shooting my
load down his throat as Dean and I made out.  I let him pull off when
I was done.

"You like that bro?" I asked

He just shook his head yes.  His eyes were watering from the few
seconds of choking.

"Then do him too!"

He quickly started sucking Dean's longer dick.  Dean didn't force
Manny's head down like I did.  Manny looked up at Dean and gave him a
"thumbs up" gesture.  Dean began humping Manny's mouth in rhythm with
his sucking.  Suddenly, Dean groaned and he fell back on the bed.
Manny kept sucking until every drop was gone.

"You like all that cum, huh?" I asked.

He acted confused then shook his head in agreement.

"Let's take care of Manny, Dave!" Dean said after he recovered.

I got behind him on the floor and helped pull him Manny up onto the
bed.  Dean told him to lie back, so he plopped backwards with his feet
still on the carpet.

"Lift his legs!"

Manny suddenly looked alarmed.  When I stood in front of him, grabbed
his legs, and hiked them over my shoulder, I knew he thought I was
about to fuck him.  Instead, Dean grabbed his legs and I squatted.  My
nose went straight for his sweaty, sticky ass crack.  It tasted salty
like sweat but I smelled a hint of his coconut scented suntan lotion.
He had a very pale ass that contrasted startlingly with his dark legs.
 After savoring his ass aromas, I dove in and attacked his hole with
my tongue and lips.  He jumped when my mouth made contact with his
moist, tender ass ring.  It was a perfect and tight little circle.  I
was sure he was a virgin back there.

Dean, still holding up Manny's legs in the air, attacked his uncut
cock.  Manny's penis wasn't really very big, but it went fine with his
petite and sexy little body.  Like the twins when they were younger,
this guy started cumming in less than two minutes after Dean's mouth
started pumping.  When he started moaning, Dean pulled off and started
jacking Manny furiously and kept his foreskin pulled down.  Manny
started moaning crazy and made girl-like sounds as his sperm shot out
like jets of milk.

After his orgasm subsided, Dean kept milking him.  Manny made a sound
like he was crying and pushed Dean's hand away.

"You okay dude?"

Dean looked at me and shrugged his shoulders.  I shrugged back.

`Oh man," he said.

Then he spoke some Spanish that Dean didn't understand.

"So did you like it?  Te gusta el sexo?" Dean said.

"Oh yeah." he said with big smile on his face.

He asked to use the restroom and told him to go ahead.  While he was
in the bathroom, Dean went through his small bag and found a wallet.

"You better hurry, dude." I suggested.

I moved in next to him and we found a Mexican ID card of some sort
with a date of birth that made Manny to be twenty five years old.  We
heard the toilet flush and Dean shoved the stuff back in the bag.   We
looked like we were just chilling when he came out.

"Are you married?" I asked.

"No.  I got no girlfriend.  This my first time to make sex with other guys."

"Well, you're really hot!" Dean told him.

I found it amusing that Dean was just as into Manny as I was...probably
more. I was usually turned on by the older, tough types in porn and
fantasy.  Dean loved twinks and pretty guys.

"I have to go back to my room.  I have show tonight.  I'm sad I can't
stay.  My friends and family don't know.  Please don't tell people!"

Dean winked at me.

"Your secret is totally safe with me!"

He nervously dropped his bag and most of the stuff fell out.  He
quickly stuffed it all back inside.  In an unusually playful mood,
Dean called Manny before he opened the door.

"Think of us at your show tonight, sexy!"

Dean gave him a big kiss on the mouth.  Manny blushed and then
hurriedly opened the door and left.  I heard his flip flops
frantically going down the stairs

"Come here!" I told him. "Seeing you kiss him really turned me on.  Is
that how you feel when you watch me and other dudes?"

He stood up next to me with his taller chest pressing against me.  He
pushed me backwards onto the bed and we made out like animals.  Before
long, I was getting royally fucked.  He banged hard the way I usually
preferred it.  I was sure the people in the room below could hear it.
Before he was able to shoot his second load of the day, Jim came in.
Bright light briefly filled the room.  An old man walked by just as
the door was closing.  He looked right at me.  As the door shut, I
started jacking a load onto my belly.

The whole time I was shooting my load, Jim was undressing.  I lay
there tired after with Dean still on me.

"Don't move stud, I'm gonna cut in," Jim told me.

"Sweet!" I said.

I was ready for his big fat dick.  I pulled my knees to my chest and
waited to be impaled.  All hot and sweaty, Jim got on top of me and I
straightened my legs but kept them in the air.  He pushed against them
with his body making my leg muscles stretch and burn.  He gripped my
feet and moved down to kiss me.  I opened my mouth to receive his
tongue, but instead got a chin full of whiskers.

"Suck my goatee, buddy!"

I sucked on his chin and it was wet with sweat and tasted salty.  I
playfully bit it.  After teasing me several more times, we finally
kissed.  I tasted his bad coffee breath and smelled it when he huffed
and puffed from the exertion of drilling my ass.  When I thought he
was about to shoot, he stood up on the bed and nudge me over with his
foot.  I plopped on my back and he mounted me from behind.

Almost sitting up and buried deep inside me, he called Dean over.

"Get your sexy little ass over here!"

Dean stood up on the bed and stood over me.  He lowered down and sat
on my back.  The two of them made out while Jim slow fucked me.  My
dick was hard and pressed hard into the cheap bedspread.  The combined
weight of them felt fantastic to my back but I could hardly breathe.

"I think you need it too!  Get on top of him."

Dean gladly got up and lay on top of me.  Our legs were spread out and
Jim moved up to us on his knees.  As he tore into Dean, I felt Dean
sucking hard on my neck.  I was pinned down but with less pressure
than before.  The bed creaked as Jim banged away.  Dean moaned and
groaned.

"OH FUCK, dad, you're cock feel so good in me...harder!"

Jim laughed and started humping even harder.  When he tired some, he
pulled out and moved down into my ass again.  He took it slow but
pushed hard on the down stroke.  Now and then it hurt a little at that
strange angle, but I just bit the pillow and took it like a man.

"I'm gonna blow, boys...who want it?"

"Give it to Dave, dad!"

I loved hearing Dean call him dad when they were having sex.  It made
it feel so kinky.  Jim lifted up and I scrambled around to face him
and grabbed his sticky cock.  I sucked it like it was giving me live
saving oxygen.  I was rewarded by volleys of his thick and sticky cum.
 I let it all collect in my mouth without swallowing.  After he was
done, he moved off me and went to take a loud piss.

I moved over to a tired looking Dean and we swapped Jim's cum back and
forth until it was gone.  Jim came back out shaking the last of his
piss out.

"Mmm!" Dean said licking his lips.

Jim plopped on bed we'd just had sex on.  Dean and I stood up to get
on the other one.  We knew by experience that Jim would be taking a
nap after fucking.  I hopped on the twins' bed and just before Dean
moved onto the bed we heard the sound of plastic cracking.

"I think I just broke one of my brothers' CD cases," Dean said.

He bent down and picked it up.  Jim was rolled over on his side with
his hairy butt facing us.  The thick curtains were pulled, so Dean
moved over to them and pulled them open enough to see the CD cover.  I
rolled over on the bed to see it too.  It was in Spanish.

"Will you grab my laptop?" Dean asked.

I pulled it over from the nightstand between the beds.  Once it was on
and connected to the motel's Wi-Fi, he typed in the CD title and group
name.  We were surprised to see a group of five Mexican men in the
desert with their instruments.  The singer in the middle was the guy
we'd just sucked off!

"Oh my god, he's really in a band!" I said.

"It's their website.  Look!" he motioned.

He clicked on a link and a video started playing.  Tejano music began
playing and the band pretended to be playing their instruments on a
Mexican beach.  The sign behind them had the word Baja in it.

"Oh he's adorable!" Dean said.

He said it with sincerity.  After the video we looked at their bio
which was in Spanish.  Our pool bud was named Manuel according to the
website, so he'd given us his nickname.   We watched two more videos
with volume down low.

"What the hell are you playing?" muttered Jim.

We turned it down low and watched two more videos.  Dean was really
engrossed in watching Manny sing.  I saw his dick rise a couple of
times as the music played.  After we were done, Dean put the CD in the
cover of his laptop and zipped it up.  He got back on the bed with me.
 I pulled back the covers and we both got in.  The air conditioner was
going full blast and the light blanket and sheet was comfortable.  We
curled up together and started kissing.

"You like that little singer boy, huh?" I asked.

"He was cute!" Dean said in between mouthfuls of my tongue.

Whispering, I said, "Then pretend you're in bed with him now and show
me what you'd do to him."

Needless to say I got fucked again.

- - -

To be continued.  (Sorry for the delays—a double chapter will be next
to make up for it)

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