Date: Fri, 29 Nov 2013 17:04:19 -0600
From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: My Twisted Boyfriend PT 27 Revised

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My Twisted Boyfriend (sequel to Twisted Next Door Neighbors) PT 27

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

We returned home in the middle of the week after attempting an ill
fated trip to California.  On the way home, Dean asked to drive off of
the highway to see some of the mountainous terrain close up.  We drove
onto smaller roads in order to see some of the formations up close.
He took a ton of photos on his iphone and digital camera.  He was
silent, but the tension between us that had risen before we decided to
go back home had pretty much subsided.  He remained distracted at
times, but I let him be.

I was disappointed that we didn't see California, but it wasn't meant
to be just yet.  Dean needed to work some things out.  I began to feel
that maybe him and needed to work things out.  At the back of my mind,
there was still thought about Jim bugging me.  I couldn't accept that
my and his relationship was just a fling that would pass.

Once we got home, Dean called the rehab center that he'd stayed at
before.  He asked about contacts for local addiction support.  Jim
pulled me aside and told me candidly that it was about time that Dean
"manned up" and did the right thing.  He was truly concerned for him
but kept up a "butch" front.  I insisted that the three of us sit down
and have a talk.  I wanted the conversation to focus on the fate of
our "threesome"...if one actually existed.

However, the conversation mainly focused on the topic of Dean's
addiction and that he needed to be more open to us about it (said
Jim).  It was ironic for Jim to make that point when he himself was
not so good at being open about his own feelings.  I went along with
and didn't rock the boat.  Dean's drug cravings or/and or depression
related to it was more important at the moment.  It was critical that
Dean knew we were there for him.  At least the conversation ended on a
positive note.

- - -

Dean went back to work by Friday and canceled the rest of his
vacation.  Sitting around bored, I got very moody.  It was too hot to
work on my car.  The twins were being lazy and I didn't feel like
nagging them to do their laundry or anything.  One of them had the
gall to ask me what was for lunch until I gave him a "fuck you" look
and walked away without saying anything.  I thought about calling
Miranda, but she was probably out with her boyfriend of the moth.  I
longed for a good joint, but knew it wasn't right to even ponder the
topic  at home.


I sat around in a funk until noon and then I called my dad at work.

"Hello, Dad..."

"David, is everything OK?  Where are you guys now?"

"I'm at home, dad.  We came back early.  It's a long story."

"Well, thanks for calling to let me know.  Does your mother know you're back?"

"I texted her.  I know you're at work dad, but can I come see you
tomorrow?  Maybe we can go do something together.  I need to talk to
you."

"Well okay.  `You-know-who' wants me to work on clearing out the
garage tomorrow, but I'll tell her you'll be in town unexpectedly.
I'll bet she'll cave and let us go fishing instead."

"Cool, thanks dad.  If I leave now I can crash there tonight.  Will
that be cool with everyone?  It's kind of last minute."

"Hell yeah, everyone would love to see you!'

"Ok dad, I'll be there just after it gets dark."

"See you soon, son.  Love you."

"Love you too, dad."

I hung up and texted Dean and Jim to let them know I was taking a solo
trip to see my dad.  Dean replied back that it was cool.  I figured it
wouldn't matter to him because he would be preoccupied with finding a
local rehab group and stuff.  Aside from that, tension on the trip
made it was clear that we both needed our space.  We hadn't been apart
in ages.  With that in mind, I filled my gym bag with clean clothes
and got ready to go.

The trip to Houston was quiet and dull.  I rode in a tank top and gym
shorts with the air conditioner going steadily.  I stayed barefoot
while I drove.  I kept music playing but I didn't really pay attention
to it.  I just analyzed my relationship with Dean until I got sick of
it.  I had planned to jack off on the road or try to ride naked but
the idea wasn't so exciting since I was alone.

I had some excitement when I got about a hundred miles out from
Houston when a really bad storm blew in.  I had to slow down several
times because it was hard to see.  The sky hard darkened and the
raindrops blew against my window faster than my wipers could clear
them.  Lightning flashed wickedly all over the sky and the wind rocked
my car.  I heard my phone beep and carefully pulled it up to view at
text. It was from Katie, my step mom.  She was warning me of the
storm.

When I got to their neighborhood, the wind had calmed down but the
rain poured hard.  I was to finally put the car in "park".  I grabbed
my bag and pulled on my baseball cap to cover my head.  I turned off
the ignition and made a run for it.  I got soaked, needless to say.

The minute I reached the door it opened to several greeters.  A blast
of light and the smell of food hit me instantly.  My baby sisters
grabbed my hands and my step mom gave me a big hug.

"Hey stranger!  It's so good to see you.  We've all missed you, but I
can't believe you came with this hurricane blowing through."

I had been oblivious to the news about the Hurricane while I had been
on the road with Dean all week.  Although it degraded to a tropical
storm, the remnants of it were heading through the city.  If felt kind
of dumb not knowing anything about it, but no one else said anything
about it.

Katie had made us all a great dinner of spaghetti with meat sauce and
hot buttered garlic bread.  I stuffed my gut and was a happy camper.
I thought to myself that I should get her recipe before I go home.  I
drank more iced tea and asked for seconds.  I realized then that the
meal was my first food all day.  I'd had nothing but a couple of
Cokes.

As we were finishing dinner, I suggested to dad we should go fishing
the next day.

"Well Dave, I'd promised Katie that I'd clean out the garage so she
can have a garage sale next week," he said.

He said it in a really sad tone, but my stepmother wasn't falling for
that trick.

"Hey, you should have Dave help you!  The little ones and I will be
out of the house and you two can spend some time together!  You'll get
it done in half the time!" she said as she began clearing our plates.

Behind her back, dad smiled and rolled his eyes.   After she left the
dining room and I heard the plates being put in the sink, I shrugged
my shoulders.

"We were busted, dad!" I said in a low volume.

"David, she's been on my ass to get that done for months!  I've used
up all my excuses.  We'll go fishing soon, though."

"No worries, dad.  We'll have fun clearing the garage!"

"Well, it's gonna be a chore, but I'll have some great help!"

He got up and patted me on my back as I rose from my chair.  We
stepped into the kitchen to help clean up.

"Oh Dave, go relax.  Go watch TV with your dad—we'll clean up in here."

My toddler sisters were now running around and shrieking after one
stole the other one's doll.  My youngest step sister Kelly yelled at
them and Sarah, (the middle sister) just laughed.  Annie had
disappeared up to her room without sharing her usual gossip about her
boyfriend or other teen girl drama.  I looked over at Sarah and after
our eyes made contact she nervously looked away.

Dad had asked me not too long before that if I thought Sarah might be
gay.  I told him I didn't have a clue, but I was seeing differences
between her and the other two girls. While she didn't act butch, she
didn't wear make up and her clothes were boyish.  Annie was the oldest
and on my visits I hung out a lot with her.   When I lived with dad
for years, Kelly and Sarah were just annoying brats to me.  However,
at the current moment all Three of them were teenagers.   Before I
could analyze my sister's sexuality some more, I heard dad call out to
me.

"Coming dad!"

I slipped off my soggy tennis shoes and put them next to my bag in the
den where I would be sleeping.  I hurried back to dad plopped down
beside him to watch TV.  Soon, Katie had put the twins to bed and the
older girls were off talking on the phone or hidden in some other part
of the house.  Katie joined me and dad and we watched the Letterman
show together.  I felt really comfortable and safe in the house with
them all.  Back at home, I felt like an adult living on my own.  There
at dad's house, I kind of felt like a kid again, but in a good way.
Katie kissed me on the forehead and told me good night.  I hoped that
moment would be a good time for me and dad to have a heart to heart
talk.  Just when I was about to bring up things that had been on my
mind, I heard him breathing deeply—he was asleep.

As he sat there on sofa, I did something I hadn't really done before.
I checked out my dad visually and scanned him closely.  He was good
looking, in decent shape, he was attractive.  He also looked
vulnerable and tired while still in his business clothes and in dress
socks.  I nudged him on the shoulder.

"Dad, you fell asleep on the couch—go to bed!"

He drowsily mumbled something and then opened his eyes and yawned.

"Oh man, I'm sorry I feel asleep on you," he said.

"No biggie, dad...I'm gonna turn in too."

I roused him up and he finally stood up and headed upstairs to his
bedroom.  I turned out all the lights and the TV in the living room
and went to sleeper sofa in the den to pull it open.  Soon, I had it
unfolded and was laying in the cool sheets someone had already put on
it.  I sat there thinking about my dad to the sound of the raindrops
hitting the window.

I fantasized that I was sitting in the living room again with him and
he was asleep.  I thought how it would be kind of hot to sit in the
floor and rub his socked feet while he slept.  Then I thought about
watching my dad get hard in his slacks while gave him the foot rub
The image of this made me horny and I pulled off my t-shirt and slid
my hand into my boxers to rub my dick.  I fantasized about pulling my
father's cock out of his slacks and giving him the blow job of his
life.  I imagined him holding my head down and chocking me on his
pole.

Two minutes later, I sat there with a hand full of dripping cum.  I
felt embarrassed for having just jacked off while of my dad.  In my
head I rationalized that it was only a fantasy.  I rolled over and
grabbed my sock from my shoe beside the sleeper and wiped my hands
with it.  Surprisingly, the rain didn't soak through to the socks.
Before I tossed the sock to the floor, I put it to my nose.  The smell
of my twice-worn (or maybe three times) sock and fresh jizz made me
bone up again.

I rubbed the sock on my whiskers and my nostrils and the scent was
left on my face.  I lay back and stroked my ball sac.  I thought about
my dad again as I fondled my how-hangers.  I knew he was straight and
would never go for any gay shit.  With that in mind, I wondered what
it would be like to see him eating pussy or banging a chick.  My cock
was at half mast when I heard footsteps in the entry way around the
corner.

"Dave honey, did the girls put sheets and a blanket on the sleeper
like I asked them too?" Katie called out in the dark.

It had only been a short time since I sent dad up, but I thought I was
the only one up.  I quickly covered my body with the thin, single
sheet as if I had been seen, but she remained around the corner.

"Yes ma'am, it's all good." I said in the dark.

"Okay, sweetie.  Good night!"

"Good night," I answered.

After I heard her walking away, I felt around the bed for my boxers
and slid them back on.  I pulled the sheet back up and wondered what
Dean was doing.  I hadn't talked to him since I left for Houston.  I
moved the sheet back away and felt for my jeans next to my bag in the
floor.  I fumbled around but finally found my phone and pulled it out.
 I thought about texting him but didn't want to appear so needy to
him.  Instead, I pulled up the many photos taken of either of us and
was still stored on the phone.  I flipped through several of them one
by one.  There was one of Dean dressed up, others in various poses
both naked and clothed. One in particular showed Dean's face looking
up at the phone with his mouth full of my cock.  My dick rose again.

I flipped to a set of photos which showed extreme close-ups of a pink asshole.

"What the fuck?" I whispered.

There turned out to be like twenty of them at different angles—some
with the ass puffed out some with the ass open.  They were photos of a
farting hole.  Then I found the culprit...Jeff in a selfie pic flipping
the camera off with a mischievous look in his eyes and grinning.
"That little son of a bitch!" I though to myself.  He'd grabbed my
camera behind my back and took dozens of photos of just his asshole!

I resumed flipping through the pics and I came across one that was
taken by accident...a real candid shot of Dean from months ago.  I could
remember the day it was taken but had never looked at it again.  It
was one of those moments when I was going to photograph something else
and bumped the camera button early.  There was a vulnerable look in
his face.  He was half smiling but his eyes looked sad.  It made my
heart melt.   I immediately changed  my phone's wallpaper page to the
same photo and texted him the message, "I love you."

I stared at the photo again and immediately a reply popped up saying,
"me too you".  I put the phone under my pillow and lay there thinking
about him and drifted off to sleep.

- - -

I woke up to the smell of coffee brewing.  I rolled over and rubbed my
eyes.  I didn't know what time it was but the bright sun blasted
against the curtains above my head.  I could hear one of the twins
talking followed by Katie telling them, "keep it down girls or you'll
wake up bubba".  I smiled to myself and closed my eyes again.  I was
almost asleep when a soft pair of hands lightly padded my head.  I
turned over to see the twin Laurie with her doll and a big grin.  I
put my finger to my lips and said, "Shhh!"

Her eyes got really big and then she let out a loud laugh.  I jumped
out of bed and grabbed her and put her carefully on top of my
shoulders and started running to the kitchen with her hooting and
laughing.  She grabbed onto my ears like they were handles.  I looked
down to make sure I was wearing the boxers that buttoned up—thankfully
I was.  She and I zoomed through the kitchen and my step mom laughed
and shook her head.

"You know you wouldn't get to sleep late around here!"

I put her down and her sister came running for her turn.  I got on my
hands and knees and she stepped over my neck and I grabbed securely
onto her and lifted her up.  She hollered and squealed with laughter
as she got her ride around the kitchen and dining room.  After her
trip was over, I carefully pulled her off and lowered her to the
ground.  Her sister waved her doll in the air and the two of them took
off around the corner.  I looked around the corner and they were
watching a cartoon on the TV.

"Welcome to the typical hyperactive brat Saturday!" Annie said coming
into the kitchen.  She poured herself a bowl of cereal and offered me
one too.  I nodded yes.  I went to the fridge and grabbed the jug of
milk for us.

"Hey now, when I lived with you girls, ya'll were a holy terror
yourselves!" I told her.

"Whatever!" she said with a devilish grin.

Katie popped back in on her way out the door.

"Your dad's still dozing, but I'm heading out with the little ones.
Annie, you still going with Ellie to the mall?"

"Yes, mother!"  Annie said and roller her eyes.

"Sarah and Kelly will probably sleep 'til noon but they know it's
their turn to clean the house.  They should be out of you and your
dad's hair when you start on that garage."

There was no way to escape the chore of cleaning up the garage.  Annie
looked at me and rolled her eyes when her mom went to grab the twins
who got away again.  With one in each hand, they headed out the front
door.

By the time we finished eating, Annie's cell buzzed and she began
gabbing to some boy.  I suspected the trip to the mall involved
meeting up her boyfriend because she talked in hushed tones.  She put
her bowl in the dishwasher and was gone.  It was suddenly quiet again
and I sat there alone at the table.  Just before I got up, dad
appeared around the corner groggy and puffy faced.  He was in his
denim shorts only.  I'd forgotten about the fuzzy chest he had.

"What? She left without making me breakfast?" he joked.

"What do you want dad?  I can make a badass breakfast."

Half believing, he grinned and said, "Yeah, right."

That was a direct challenge to me.  I immediately got up and headed to
the fridge.  I found the eggs, margarine, bacon, jelly, etc.  As a
part of my usual weekend drill of making five hungry men a breakfast
every weekend, I knew cooking for dad was going to be a breeze.  He
sat there waking up and looked amazed as I cracked the eggs, turned
the frying bacon, and poured him juice and coffee.   In about fifteen
minutes, I was putting plates of food on the table in front of him.

He looked stunned and started spreading grape jelly onto his toast.
His bacon crunched as he slowly chewed and winked at me.  I'd fixed
myself a small plate and was eating again.

"Damn son, you're a great cook!"

He stabbed the sunny-side-up eggs and dipped his toast in it.  He ate heartily.

"She won't cook this stuff for me anymore since the damn Diabetes," he
mumbled with a mouthful of food.

I beamed with pride over my dad's compliments about my cooking.

"You think that was something, you should see me doing it for five
hungry muthafuckers!"

His laugh bellowed and I joined in.  He ate the rest of the food on
the plate and left nothing but crumbs.  We both sat there lazily until
dad belched loudly.  We both started laughing.  Dad got up and started
to clear the table.  He also opened a window.

"I'll catch hell if she smells the bacon!" he said.

Just then Sarah walked into the kitchen like a zombie.

"Darn it, I missed some good food!  Is that your former friend,
`bacon' that I smell?"

She grabbed the cereal and began filling her bowl.  She patted my dad
on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry daddy, your secret's safe with
me.  Kelly's the one that will blab...if she ever wakes up!"

After the kitchen was spotless again, dad and I separately changed
into shorts and met out to the garage.  I hadn't been in there but a
few times, but I was amazed at all of the stuff that was crammed in
there.

"Damn dad, it's like a warehouse in here!  Don't you have an attic?" I told him.

"I know son, but things accumulate before you know it with such a full house."

He and I walked around and made a plan of action.  We were going to
take out most all of the stuff and reorganize it.  Stuff to be totally
trashed would be taken to the curb.  The other stuff would be divided
up between items to go into the garage, put up in the attic, or to
sell in Katie's upcoming garage sale.  Over all, it took us about an
hour to get most everything taken out of there before we began putting
things back.  I swept out the garage while dad sat down for a minute
to take a break.

"You want me to grab us some water dad?"

He sat there sweating while I was just barely damp.

"That would be great!"

I slipped back inside and grabbed two cold bottles of water from the
fridge.  On my way back out, I thought it would be a good time to ask
him advice on personal stuff.

"Dad, can you talk to you for a minute? It's kind of important."

"Sure buddy, you can talk to me about anything."

I opened the bottle for him and handed it to him.  He began guzzling
it down noisily.

"Well you see dad, I love Dean and all...but I am constantly horny.  I
get a hard on for almost any guy see some days."

Dad nearly choked on his water and coughed.

"I mean, I love him and want to be faithful, but I'm looking at all
these dudes at the gym, at work...and wanna do them all.  Dean busted me
on it during our trip.  He told me I'm always checking other dudes out
around him.  I think he's the sexiest guy on earth and we have sex
almost every...but I wonder what it's like to try out the other
flavors!"

My dad looked surprised at my frankness.  I was surprised that I had
just blurted all of that out.

"Oh my god, I can't believe I just said all of that too you."

I felt my face flushing.

"Son that one just took me by surprise.  At one I could have imagined
having this talk to you—but about girls instead.  But guys or girls, I
guess it's really no different.  It's human nature, David."

He swallowed some water in relief.

"Not being gay, well I can still identify.  When I was your age I
always had my tongue out when a hot girl came around.   I had sex on
the brain!   Even after your mom and I were married, it drove her
crazy when I glanced over at a hot pair of tits or nice ass."

Wow! I couldn't believe my dad was talking like that.

"I'd been with quite a few girls before your mom and I met up.  She
never told me how many she'd been with, but you've seen our pictures
from back then...you saw how wild she was.  Your mom and I had a lot of
crazy sex.  One time we—well never mind.  Despite your mom's
disapproval, I stayed horny."

He had a sly look on his face and rubbed his chin.  I asked dad a
ballsy question.

"Did you ever cheat on mom?"

His face became serious immediately.

"No David, I had a roving eye but I never fooled around on your mom.
We just grew out of love."

"Did you come close ever?" I asked.

"Let's say there were opportunities that I passed up.  Have you
cheated on Dean or something?  What's this all about?"

"I've cheated before but he busted me...this has nothing to do with
that," I admitted.

"I can't believe I'm telling my son this, but whenever you get the
urge to do something like that, go immediately beat off!"

"Oh my god, dad!" I laughed.

"Seriously, son.  After you do the deed, see if you really feel the
same way.  Your penis can play tricks on you.  There's always going to
be something or someone out there that you fantasize about but you
should keep it at that level.  That trick worked for me.  After you
masturbate, reality sets in and you wonder what the hell you were
thinking.  I wouldn't be able to deal with the guilt."

I was shocked at my dad's openness.  It was so fucking cool at the
same time!  I was getting aroused as my dad talked out loud about
jacking off.

"Truth be known, Katie's caught me now and then checking out some
broad's butt or ass.  She pops me on the ass but doesn't really get
mad—she makes a joke of it."

Before I could dwell on it, he stood up.

"Okay, let's get this shit knocked out!"

I stood up and drank the last of my water.

"Was that all you needed to get off your chest bud?" he asked.

"Yeah, more or less.  You're basically telling me to not let my dick
do my thinking."

He burst out laughing and patted me on the back.

"One of life's lessons, son.  You're growing up!"

Nothing else was said about it again.  As we worked hard to put many
heavy boxes and stuff in the attic where they belonged, I kept
thinking about what all he had said.  I had even more respect for him
now.   As we came down from the attic ladder, dad was drenched and out
of breath.  I wondered if it had to do with his blood sugar and stuff.

"Dad, I can take it from here."

"Oh no, we've got all this stuff to put back in the garage from the driveway."

"I got it, really. I like this stuff...it's like working out at the gym.
 Let me finish it!"

After some more arguing, he relented and left me to finish.  I moved
the stuff deemed "to keep" with ease back into the garage and put
things back in a better order.  I found a marker and started opening
boxes and labeled before stacking them against the wall.  All the toys
and junk they were going to put in the garage sale had already been
designated so I put those items back just inside the garage specially
and pulled down the door.  I picked up the wife beater that I'd
discarded an hour before and wiped my face and neck.  I left the other
garage door open and headed back into the wonderful air conditioned
house to cool off.

Dad was dozing in the middle of the couch in front of the TV.  Sarah
was watching highlights of some baseball game.

"He nodded off minute after he sat down!" she said.

"Yeah, the old man got a little tired!" I laughed.

Just then, Katie and the twins burst in with some packages and
shopping bags.  Dad jumped up like he was in trouble.

"Chill dad, it's finished!" I said.

"Oh baby!" Katie yelled out and came running into the living room.

Dad stood up and she came up to him and gave him a big, tight hug and
kissed him full on the mouth.  He looked startled.

"You cleared me a space to park in the garage!  It's never been that
clean before...you did such a great job!"

Dad just said, "Yeah, babe.  Dave helped big time."

He and I exchanged glances and I gave him "thumbs and winked.  He
grinned sheepishly.  He didn't know that I'd cleared one whole side of
the garage so that one of their vehicles could fit inside for the
first time ever.

"Come on, baby, you need to get a shower...you're a mess!"

She pulled my dad away they went upstairs.

"It's boom-boom time!" Sarah said dryly while clicking the remote to
change the channel.

"Say what?" I laughed.

"When they say they're going to shower, it's boom-boom time.  She'll
put the twins down for their nap...then watch her come out later in a
towel and he'll be all smug and relaxed in shorts.  I'm a big girl, I
know when my parents are going at it!" she said frankly.

She finally grinned and laughed.  There was a commercial on the TV
screen and I notice her eyes were concentrating on the woman on the
screen in a tiny bikini with bouncing tits.  Because she had been so
blunt talking about my dad and her mom going upstairs to fuck, I
blasted one back to her.

"Looks like you and dad are into the same thing," I said while nodding
at the TV.

Her fifteen year old face went dark red.

"I beg your pardon!" she gasped.

"Are you gay also?" I asked her.

She put her hand on her mouth and I thought she was about to burst out
crying.  Instead, she burst out laughing.

"Well, as if you didn't know, you big queer!" she said in calm and
relieved manner.

She was often dry and sarcastic, it was part of her charm...but she was
never hateful.

"Does mom or dad know?"

"I don't know," I lied.  "But if you ever tell them, they won't care.
They took it well when they found out I was gay...your big queer brother
that is.  I'm sure they'll be glad to know that's one less daughter
they have to worry about getting knocked up!"

She slapped me on my leg.  Knowing that I was referring to Annie, the
oldest, she agreed.

"Tell me about it!  I hope that girl keeps her legs shut.  She's got
every guy at school trying to get in there!"

"You're terrible!" I told her.

"Speaking of guys...where's that sweet boyfriend of yours?  Why didn't
he come?  I really like him."

"Yeah, you've barely spoken to him before."

"I know, I guess I felt awkward...like he was gonna `out' me or something."

"You dummy!"

I was about to ask her more questions when Annie burst inside from the
front door.  She slammed the door and ran past us with mascara running
down her face.  I heard her stomping up the stairs.

"Oh crap, not again!" Sarah said.

"She okay?" I asked worriedly.

Sarah rolled her eyes.

"That happens on a weekly basis.  She probably found out some hoochie
mama gave her boyfriend head again,"

"Damn, you're so harsh!" I laughed.

"Yep, that's me...not only did you find out about your parents' sex
habits and your oldest sister is a drama queen...now you know one of
them is a cynical, teenage lesbian!"

- - -

I stayed all day Sunday and hung out mostly with dad.  We ran some
errands and then mostly just watched TV.  I waited until sundown to
get on the road so I could avoid the heat and glare.   At sundown,  I
left with the same goodbyes and hugs as always, but also with a
different impression of my dad and my middle step sister.  Before
leaving, I told her to call me anytime she wanted to talk and it would
be our own secret.  I think it made her feel better to not have to
hide her true self from at least one member of the family.

Speaking of family, for two days I'd been completely away from Dean,
Jim, and the boys.  As I drove out of the city, I pondered the thought
of them all being my "other" family.  When I had left for Houston, I
thought I really needed some "space" from all of them.  Being gone for
two days made me realize we were all one family unit now, albeit a
twisted family.

I left the CD player off as the trip had begun and searched for
baseball games on AM radio instead.  The droning commentators and
random static was kind of soothing.  As I drove through past tall pine
trees, my thoughts centered on Jim and Dean for a while.  Why had Jim
tried to dismiss our relationship as some teenage boy crush on him...or
like some ill fated dad/son role playing thing.  If Dean never existed
(hypothetically),  would I have tried to carry on a relationship with
someone twice my age and a year or two older than my own dad?

Jim and Dean were so different physically.  Dean was slim and almost
goth looking (depending on the current hairstyle). He had high
cheekbones and a striking face.  Jim was beefy with a slight belly.
Jim had a ruddy complexion while Dean was white as a sheet.  The
latter dressed creatively and his step dad bordered on biker/redneck
in appearance.

When it came to personalities, they had more in common than one would
think.  They both held back their deepest thoughts and were guarded.
Both were dominant in sex and loved to top me—they brought out the
submissiveness in me.  The sexual chemistry with either was electric.
They both had great cocks and hated wearing clothes.  While Dean was
truly kinky, I was sure Jim had the potential to be just as raunchy.
How could Jim not see this was the perfect thing?  A devoted lover for
him who watched over his kids, fed all of them, and provided an ass to
fuck whenever he wanted.  A devoted lover who shared his love of
football and automobiles.  One who would turn to his other lover when
he was too tired or busy.  One that would let him go out and get some
of the pussy and tits he craved now and then.  He had it damn good!

- - -

I had put the car on cruise control mode.  Instead of racing like a
NASCAR driver, I drove just barely over the speed limit most of the
way.  Jim was up still when I walked in.  Everyone else appeared to be
in bed—it was after midnight.  The stud was in his chair, feet up on
the coffee table, and was slouched down with his butt low in the chair
 He had a cold beer in his left hand.

"Hey stranger!  You guys got back from your trip and then you went off
again.  You okay?:

His concern touched me.

"Yeah, I wanted see my dad and family.  I had a good trip."

I moved over and sat the arm opposite the side with the beer can.  His
hairy arm slid around my waist.  I had no shirt on and his rough hand
ran up the small of my back.  I marveled at the spiky hair that was
become more "salt and pepper" ever day.  The streaks of gray against
the black were very sexy.

"Show me how much you missed me," I said.

I heard a slight chuckle and he pulled me onto his lap (without
spilling his beer of course).  I lifted up a little and slid my shorts
down after kicking off my tennis shoes.  He was shirtless but still
had his work pants on.  I felt his fat dick growing through the
fabric.  He pulled my face to his and put the beer on the end table.
He pulled me hard against his chest as my legs swung over the arm of
his recliner.  He reached to the side and pulled the lever that
allowed the back to collapse flat.  He was now practically lying on
his back.  I rolled over and lay on top him.  He pulled me so tight
against his larger body that I could hardly move.  His tongue forced
its way into my mouth and I sucked on it hard.  I sucked as much of
his saliva into my mouth as I could.

His hands were on my ass squeezing my cheeks pulling them apart—which
could only mean one thing.  When I pulled away, he looked surprised.

"What's wrong?"

"I was just moving so you could fuck me!"

He shook his head.

"Get back here!" he ordered.

I lay back on top of him and this time he more tenderly made out with
me.  He rolled me on my side and held me in the position one would
hold a small child.  He did something only Dean did:  he sucked on my
neck around the Adam's apple and licked all over my neck.   It gave me
chills all over.  His beer breath was so sexy!  I was so hard but I
didn't care if I shot a load or not...if only he'd keep on doing that
forever.  Then he lifted me up over him and sucked on my nipples one
at a time.  When my nips were thoroughly worked over, my armpits were
next.  He went in nose first.

"You smell so good!"

He rubbed his face in the soggy pit before he ate it out.  We went
back to kissing after that was over.   We rolled around in several
more positions and each time I tried to unzip his fly, he pulled my
hand away.  Eventually, he spit on his left hand and started milking
my cock.  I was so worked up that I started blasting my cum onto his
work pants in less than a minute.

While I was getting my breath back, he fed my cum to me with his
fingers one small scoop at a time.

"That's how much I missed you," he said.

We kissed again and he whispered in my ear.

"Just so you know, the whole place falls apart without you here!  Now
go take a shower, relax, and then let him know you're home."

He playfully pushed me up and off him before slapping my butt.  I
looked back and he winked with a big grin on his face.  I walked to
the bathroom in a daze.  Having sex and Jim not fucking me or not
making me blow him was completely unheard of.  It was a first.  I
smiled to myself and turned on the warm water.

As I scrubbed myself clean, I washed all over...even my cock and balls.
I basked in the pleasure of the water spraying over my head and
soaking my hair.  On a whim, I used one of Dean's most fragrant
shampoos and lathered up my hair.  That was followed scrubbing my body
with his "Cotton Blossom" shower gel .  I stayed in the shower for ten
minutes or more.  I got out dried all over but left my hair damp.

In the dark, I felt my way into the room and onto the bed.  My eyes
adjusted to the scant light of the digital clock and I pulled the
covers up and slid under them.  Dean jumped and then relaxed.  He said
nothing.  He just grabbed me tightly and hung on.  I heard him sniff
deeply as his cheek touched mine.

To be continued...

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