Date: Mon, 2 Dec 2013 17:15:18 -0600
From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: My Twisted Boyfriend PT 28

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My Twisted Boyfriend (sequel to Twisted Next Door Neighbors) PT 28

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

School Began in September for everyone but me.  The twins were having a
blast starting their first year in High School.  They were going out for
track and I felt they were destined to be very successful.  Both were
always athletic and fast runners.  Both were taller than me at that point
and I was sure they would reach their dad's height. With clothes on, they
appeared lanky and skinny, but naked you could see they were sleek and
toned.

They both let their hair grow a little bushy (like one of those hairstyles
teens are wearing that looks like something from the 1970's).  They were
slowly maturing but at times could act as squirrelly as the two brats that
I first met.  The shape of their faces looked a lot like their mom's photos
but their eyes were like Jim's.  The two of them were becoming a striking
pair.

Dean was taking Art History and Drawing II...classes that would eventually
transfer to the University nearby where Miranda was going.  At some point,
he would have to transfer to the university to take the core courses that
were exclusive to that college.  He had his eye on an Art Degree that would
center on drawing and painting or maybe sculpture.  He was still exploring
all the options to figure out in which area he excelled at the most.

Dean regularly attended group meetings for his addiction.  He had a sponsor
and was taking it all seriously.  His sponsor was a much older man who was
straight and married.  Knowing his sponsor was not too attractive made me
feel more secure as they could possibly spend a lot of time together.

- - -

In mid-September, Dean surprised me one Saturday by dragging me into the
car as soon as I got home from work.  He drove us to the studio where he
got his dragon tattoo.  That evening, he got his shoulders tattooed.  He
took with him sketches of his own designs and had the intricate Goth-like
patterns tattooed on his skin.  The designs began on the top of his
shoulders and trailed down the upper bicep of each arm.  The design was
just below a shirt collar and would be covered unless he wore really short
sleeves.   It took a very long time to do and he had to take several breaks
because it hurt.  He wanted to get both done in a single sitting.

Once healed, the symmetrical tatts looked stunning.  Jim actually
complimented them instead of lecturing Dean about how much he paid for them.
His brothers looked at them with envy.  I suspected they would be getting
tattoos someday like him.  As for me, I admired tatts on other men, but
wanted my unblemished skin to stay that way.

We called Grant over to take photos of the tatts after they healed.  Grant
and Ricky were madly in love.  They were living together in Ricky's place
after Grant's sister had sold her house and moved away.  Grant was an
aspiring photographer and was very talented.  The photos he took of Dean in
his just a pair of athletic shorts under low lighting looked very
professional.  The focus the photos was Dean's tattoos, but he looked
sultry and mysterious in them.  Despite my phone pics of Dean (hundreds!) I
took it for granted how photogenic he was.  Grant had really brought out
Dean's handsomeness in the photos.  I was so impressed by them that I
insisted on paying for the photos.  I had one of them framed and hung it in
our bedroom.

Jim remained in his evening manager position at the plant, but the plant
laid off several workers after they eliminated the overnight shift.  He'd
worked there for twenty years and was much respected—but as the plant was
cutting costs, they could let anyone go.  As a manager he supervised
workers but also participated in the manufacturing of parts the made there.
Even though the hard work over the years had been hard on his body and was
stressful with deadlines and breakdowns, he wasn't interested in any other
line of work.

Since our return from the trip to New Mexico and Arizona, Jim had been more
attentive to me.  There weren't any drastic changes, but small ones like
more foreplay before fucking, asking my opinions on things, spending time
with me working on my car, etc.  One of the surprising actions was cuddling
up with me now and then just to be with me instead of just rolling me over
to fuck.

Before our trip when I'd busted him getting some female pussy, Jim tried to
make me feel like I had some school girl crush on him...nothing more than
that.  He acted as if he felt my interest in him was a novelty (daddy
fantasy?).  Perhaps he had been testing me to see if I really had strong
feelings for him.  After the trip and other drama with Dean, he seemed to
have realized I truly loved him.  He wasn't good at putting his feelings to
words, but his small gestures spoke volumes for me.

Dean didn't seem jealous at all, but seemed more at ease.  I think me
dividing my time and affections between them gave him more time on his own
to deal with his own demons.  He started hanging out with a different group
of guys and gals from school and wrote off those that were into drugs.  The
two of us were no longer sewn at hip, so to speak, and pursued our own
interests.  On my own, I sometimes went to car shows with the guys at work
or played football with them on the weekends.  Dean attended art exhibits
in the city without me.

My dad's suggestions about beating off when I got the urge to be with other
men really worked for me.  Like one day at work, I was lusting after a cute
dark skinned guy that was waiting for tune-up to be completed.  We made eye
contact when he had stepped outside to smoke a cigarette.  He actually
winked at me when our eyes met.  My dick went instantly hard and I wanted
to flirt back.  He was slightly effeminate, but hot looking.  I faked a
bathroom break and went into toilet stall to jack off immediately.  After I
came, zipped, and was back in the garage I thought, "What was I thinking?"

On the whole, there were far less experiences of my lusting after every guy
I came in contact with after I gained Jim's attention.  Whenever those
feelings arose, I rubbed one out and got it out of my system.  The whole
threesome relationship had so many dynamics at work that I could take all
day to analyze causes and effects...but on the whole things progressed
positively.

Speaking of Dean...he was becoming closer to his paternal father's family.  He
talked on the phone to them often and even attended one of their family
reunions.  It was at the reunion that he finally was acknowledged--it was
finally revealed openly to all that he was Hank's son.  His aunt introduced
him to many people there—so many relatives that never knew he existed.  I
think that experience was a boost to his confidence and morale.  He always
felt bad for being a "bastard child".  He often joked about it but I knew
he had a low opinion of himself because of it.

After Dean returned from the reunion, I noticed he started calling Jim by
his name instead of "dad" when speaking of him to me.  He still called Jim
"dad" to his face, of course.  However, referencing Jim by his first name
or as his "step dad" to others was another subtle sign of changes taking
place.

- - -

In early October, I invited dad and his crew to spend the weekend at our
place.  Everyone would be coming except for Annie.  It wasn't logical for
the entire crew to come unless some of them stayed at a motel room and some
at my place—dad's budget didn't allow for the motel expense.  Money was
tight for the family of seven.  At home, there just wasn't enough room for
all to stay in the trailer.  Annie suggested that she be dropped off at her
cousins' home there in Houston.  It allowed her some freedom from the clan
and probably allowed her to meet up secretly with some boy.

As far as their visit was concerned, we planned for them to arrive Friday
night, spend Saturday hanging out, have dinner at home, spend the night,
and then head home Sunday morning.  I was very excited to have them over
for the first time.

Well, I was excited initially.  A few days before their arrival, I became
stressed as hell.  I cleaned and cleaned in the evenings after work.  I
yelled a lot at everyone for being slobs and making a mess as soon I had
cleaned up another one.  Looking back, I was a total prick, but I just
wanted the place to look perfect.

I planned for dad and Katie to sleep in Jim's room because of the huge,
comfortable bed.  Jim would stay in my and Dean's room with one of the boys.
The older girls were to sleep in the boys' room and Dean and I would sleep
with the little ones in the living room on the couches and sleeping bags.  It
would be a tight jam, but there would be a place for everyone to sleep.  Jim
wasn't too happy to be sleeping on a smaller bed with one of the twins, but
he relented.

I wondered if by doing so he would mess around with one of them.  With all
of the sex and bed hopping in the house, Jim had never had sex with Jeff or
Curt.  He'd let them fuck me or Dean openly before fucking one of us
himself.  He had sex openly with Dean and I all the time.  He knew the
twins themselves fucked each other, but he never made advances toward them.


Curt and Jeff were raised in a house of nudity and freedom to explore sex
however they wanted, but their dad never made a move on them.  I never knew
of the twins having a desire to get it on with Jim either.  I wondered if
once they were adults the five of us would have sex together.  From time to
time, the twins would roughhouse with their dad in the buff.  The sight of
it always got me hard, but none of them would get an erection.  The fantasy
of a three-way between them was a hot thought.

- - -

On the evening before dad arrived, I cooked a glazed ham with baked beans
and corn cobs.  I would only have to heat it all up when we ate it the day
after.  Everything seemed to be planned well, but I was nervous as hell
until they arrived.  Dean tried to calm me down despite my irritability.

"They'll be here in another hour probably—quit pacing and just chill.  How
about I give you a good massage and an ass eating before they arrive?"

"I'm not in the mood!" I snapped.

Dean started faking a heart attack in an exaggerated manner.

"Oh my god, oh my god...I'm coming to meet you momma!  My man has turned down
sex!"

He held onto his chest as if he was in pain and then burst into laughter.  I
was mad at first, but he looked so zany I cracked a smile.

"See, you need to lighten up baby!"

Jim strolled into the room with his dick and balls bouncing like they
always do.

"Come on guys, you need to put some clothes on!" I complained.

One of the twins farted as they watched TV.

Jim scratched his ass and said, "You want one of my beers, buddy?  You seem
kind of on edge."

Just then, my cell beeped and a text from dad appeared.

"They're getting gas in town.  They'll be here soon." I announced.

Dean and Jim went to put clothes on.  I called my dad and gave him
directions as he drove from the highway into the countryside.  I snapped my
fingers at the twins to get their attention so they'd get up and get
dressed.  They ignored me.

When dad reached the gate, I ran outside to greet them all.  He drove up to
the front steps and parked.  The little ones were being picked up from
their car seats while they were still asleep.  Sarah looked bored to death
and Kelly looked neither excited nor bored.

"I thought I was going to go into a coma in there!" Sarah whispered to me
as she stepped away from everyone.

With the little ones waking up, they were put on the ground to stand.  Dad
gave me a big, bear hug.  Katie kissed me on the forehead.  The twin girls
took a minute to react after I squatted down and called out to them.  They
ran and hugged and I started tickling them and they screamed and laughed.  I
picked them up, one in each arm and took them in the house.  Curt and Jeff
scampered out helped bring in all the bags.  They had finally gotten off
their asses and put some shorts on.  Dad and Jim shook hands and then did a
"man hug".  I began to slowly calm down.

I offered to make them sandwiches or go pick up some food, but they had all
eaten a few hours before.  As they began to unwind from their trip,
everyone slowly paired off in conversations.  Dad and Jim were talking
about their work, the economy, etc.  I was talking to Katie about food and
what I'd fixed as supper for the next day.  Dean was showing Sarah his
tattoos.  Sarah thought they were awesome and commented on how she wanted
some.

"Not in a million years, young lady!" Katie called out as she heard Dean
and Sarah talking.


Sarah rolled her eyes.  Kelly just sat there smiling.  I tried to engage
her in conversation, but she wasn't talkative.  She seemed to be happy just
sitting there.  She was fourteen and kind of nerdish.  I'd seen her on my
last visit just sitting engrossed in reading a National Geographic magazine.
There was no reason to pressure her to talk if she was content just
listening to everyone, so I let her be.

Out of nowhere, Curt and Jeff made an out-of-the-ordinary move and sat on
the edge of the couch and to chat with Sarah.  They normally didn't start
up conversations or hang out with girls at all.  I heard the words, "X Box"
and all three of them disappeared to the boys' room.  Soon enough, I heard
hoots and yells and the loud sound effects from a game in progress.  I had
no idea that Sarah liked video games.  I heard a hearty laugh from Sarah
and it made me grin.

My little sisters had fallen back to sleep and were laying on opposite
couches despite all the noise.  When Katie went to use the bathroom, I
looked over at dad and Jim laughing about something.  I wondered what dad
would think if he knew Jim was one of my lovers.  Would he explode or
accept it?  Then Dean was talking to Kelly about school or something and I
heard him ask if she liked her art class.  I was amazed that Kelly talked
back to him and carried on a conversation with someone she didn't know at
all.  Dean took her to our room to show her his drawings.  Jim got up and
got beers for dad and Katie.

Close to midnight, dad was yawning a lot and Katie looked beat.  I led them
to Jim's room and showed them to Jim's room and the bathroom connected to
it.  I knocked on the boy's door and told them to head out.  I heard a
unanimous "damn" from all three of them, but Jeff headed out to the living
room.  Curt and Jim retired to my room.

In the living room, Jeff, Dean, and I unrolled sleeping bags and pushed the
coffee table on its side to make room on the carpet.  Each of the twin
girls had a couch to themselves and a blanket.  I was thankful that Miranda
had helped supply us with her used furniture months ago.  I couldn't
imaging my baby sisters sleeping on the old stained, smoke ridden, and cum
encrusted couch and love seat that used to be there.  I saw that each had
either a teddy bear or a doll in their arms.  The three of us guys got into
our bags after we turned out the light.

Remarkably, we all dozed off right away.  However, as soon as I was in a
deep sleep, I heard one of the girls crying.  I got up quickly.

"What's wrong honey?" I asked.

"I gotta pee!"

- - -

The night was filled with several pee breaks, being told one of them was
hungry, another thirsty, and even that one had to poo-poo.  Katie got up
once to check on them but I told her all was good.  They talked in full
words mixed with kiddy gibberish.  I was able to tell somehow what they
wanted.  Dean was hidden in his bag with his head buried and his brother
never woke up at all.  I bore the brunt of all their night time drama.

In the morning, I made breakfast for all and dad got to eat bacon again.  Katie
rolled her eyes disapprovingly, but didn't nag dad in front of us.  Everyone
complimented my pancakes and eggs.  I felt proud, but after I was done I
felt wore out.  Everyone helped clean up in return, so all was good.

We didn't have any money to treat all of my family to go to the amusement
park or anything.  After the long trip dad made sitting on his ass all day,
I didn't suggest going to the movies to do the same.  Then Dean suggested
we warm up the food that I'd cooked for dinner and have a picnic in the
park instead.  Everyone was in favor, so we headed out.

We had to take two vehicles to tote everyone.  Sarah, Jeff, and Curt rode
with me.  Everyone else went in dad's SUV to avoid reattaching the kiddy
car seats to Dean's car.  I brought paper plates and we stopped at the
store for plastic utensils.  The sun was out the temperature was decent.  We
couldn't have picked a better day...at least for time being.

We drove to the same park that the twins always went to for skateboarding
and roller blading.  Beside the skateboarding area there was a dog-run park
and several picnic tables.  For the little ones there was a children's
playground several yards past the picnic area.  The food was unloaded from
the car and SUV and our mob sat down at two tables to eat.

After lunch was over, boys dragged Sarah over to the skating area.  She had
never tried skateboarding, but she watched them do their moves.  She
cheered them on as they cruised up and down the concrete slopes and
ramps.  Kelly
and I took the twin girls to the playground area.  She was reserved as
usual, but very patient with our tiny sisters.

She mainly watched as I ran around with them and put them on the stationary
"horse" that wobbled back and forth.   One at a time, I put each on the top
of a small slide and let them come down.  I had to keep hold of their hands
on either one, but they screamed and yelled in glee.  We put them in small
swings that had harnesses and pushed them back and forth.  They were very
low to the ground but they were easily excited over the experience.
Ironically,
their biggest thrill came from me just chasing them around and acting silly.
I had a blast.

Dean had sat with the older adults and chit-chatted as he drew on a tablet.
We stayed for at least two hours until the wind picked up and kept blowing
things off of the picnic table.  It got ominously cloudy, so we picked up
everything and headed home.

Once at home, Dean told all he was meeting friends but would be back later.
Katie found it a little odd that he would up and leave so suddenly.  I
discreetly explained the reason to her—I was surprised that it was news to
her.  I'd never told dad a great deal about Dean's problems and whatever I
had told him I figured had filtered to my step mother eventually.  I felt
even more respect for my dad for discovering he'd kept my secret.

- - -

In the evening, we grazed on the leftovers from lunch and watched a rented
DVD.  It was nice sitting around with everyone.  Even Sarah and the boys
hung out in the living room.  Kelly read one of her teen-girl romance
novels and peeped up now and then at the TV screen.  I marveled at the
combined family...on half country trailer folks, the other suburban
yuppies—all of them getting along so well.

After the DVD was over, Dean and I left to go return it.  It really wasn't
due until the next day, but it was a chance for us to be alone for the
first time since company arrived.  I think he was feeling kind of
claustrophobic and wanted out for while without being rude.  When we got in
the car, he just stared and goofily grinned at me as I drove into town.

"What?" I asked.

He kept staring and grinning.

"What are looking at me like that for?  Is something hanging from my nose?"
I asked and looked in the mirror.

He laughed.

"Seeing you today with those little kids made me so horny!" he said.

"Say what?" I mused.

"You're so good with kids.  Who would have guessed?  I'd never noticed that
before about you—you fucking butch jock/undercover daddy type!  You were
having a ball and they loved you for all your 'horsing around'.  You looked
like one of those hot, straight daddies playing with their kids in the park
that we always comment on."

"You goofball!" I laughed.

"And the way all the young and older girls call you `bubba'.  That's so
sweet!"

He pulled my hand over to his crotch and he was rock hard.

"Pull over into the carwash!" he said.

I had a good idea he wanted to do.  He was referring to a self service
carwash on the edge of town.  I turned into the lot and into one of the
empty washing bays.  It was dark on either side and behind the carwash.   The
only lighting was a single light in each bay.  As soon as the car was into
park, Dean reached for my dick.

"Pull it out, babe!  I want some cum!"

He didn't have to ask twice.  I whipped out my dick in record time and he
undid his seatbelt.  His head was in my lap in a heartbeat and gave me
spectacular head.  There was another car two bays down and I could hear the
bass of their radio and the beeping of their soap dispenser.  Now and then
a car drove on the dark road beyond us...I could see them pass in my rear
view mirror and that added to the rush I was feeling.

I pushed his head down and heard him gag.  I loved that sound!  He bobbed
up and down for several minutes.  I ran my fingers through his soft and
thick hair...a few strands got caught on the rough skin of my hands.  He dug
out my balls gave them a slightly painful squeeze.  Suddenly, I was
shooting jizz into his mouth and coating his tonsils.  He didn't stop until
I was squirming and begging him to stop.

"Oh fuck dude...that was hot!" he said.

Feeling a little nervous after the deed, I forced my dick and balls into my
fly and zipped up.  I looked over at Dean as we drove out of the carwash
and there was a drop of cum on his lower chin.  I didn't tell him until he
was about to get out and drop the DVD into the drop box.  The store was
still open and the lights were bright over the front entrance.

"You shouldn't have told me until I got back in the car!  Now I'm getting
out with cum on my face on purpose!"

He winked and grabbed the DVD and hopped out.  He quickly tossed it into
the drop box and winked slyly at me.

"You perv!  That's why I love you!" I told him when he got back in.

In view of a family walking out of the door, we kissed and I licked my
little drop off him.  The wife looked shocked and the husband gasped.  We
drove off laughing our asses off.

- - -

My family left early the next morning.  There was no big breakfast, just
some toast and jelly for the kids and my parents ate cereal.  After
everyone ate, Katie began packing up their stuff.  Soon after, Dean and I
took out the bags for them while they put the sleepy twins in their car
seats.  I hugged dad and Katie good bye.  I saw Sarah and the boys
exchanging contact information to chat on line or email.  It seemed she'd
made two new allies.  I kissed Kelly goodbye and we hugged.  Soon they
drove out of the property and were gone.

"Don't worry, she's gonna blossom soon.  She's a quiet beauty." Dean said.

He was talking about quiet, unassuming Kelly.

"You think so?" I said as we turned back to go into the house.

"It's a hunch."

- - -

With dad's visit being successful, we began to have other friends over for
dinner or just general visiting.  Raphael and Miranda made more visits.  He
warmed up to us and was no longer shy around us gay guys.  I had some of
the men at the garage over for poker a couple of times.  Dean had his own
entourages over as well.  We were becoming much more social.

We didn't just have people over to see us.  We hung out at other people's
houses, too.  We often went to Ricky and Grant's place, for example.  It
allowed us to become closer friends with them.  In time, we'd confessed to
that our household was a nudist home.  We said nothing about the family sex
or cross pairings, of course.

Grant had already seen stuff at the old trailer park like Dean, me, and the
twins streaking in the yard.  Grant had sex with me and Dean on a few
occasions in the past, but Ricky knew all about it.  Ricky had told Grant
that he was not into an open relationship when they started, but Ricky told
Grant was he did in the past was his own business.  Going forward, they
were to be monogamous, however, and not have an open relationship.

While chatting about various topics one night, sex came up.  We were
watching football, but we were talking over the halftime commentary.  Topics
ranged among us, but I think one of us had brought up porn and it led to a
strange conversation.  After Dean had remarked about the size of some
dude's cock in a video he downloaded, he asked them if they wanted a
copy.  Then
Grant began to speak nervously...

"Guys, I want to say something.  Ricky knows I was gonna ask.  We know you
guys are nudists and well...I love being naked, too.  Not just for sex but
just lounging around the house.  Why not do it when hanging out with other
like minded buddies?  The two of us are naked a lot here at home...Ricky here
wants to try it out."

Everyone was silent.  Grant's face turned red and then Ricky acted like he
wanted to cover his face.  Dean boldly broke the ice.

"Oh cool man.  It would be great to have some friends who can be
comfortable just hanging out naked, watching a game, whatever.  Let's all
get strip."

Dean spoke in his usual calm demeanor.

"Come on guys." Dean said as he began taking his shoes and socks off.

He looked at me and I started to do the same with my sneakers.  I
unbuttoned my flannel shirt and then pulled off my wife beater.  I had no
underwear on, so once the jeans dropped, I was naked.  Dean pulled off his
clothes in unison.  Dean folded our clothes and sat them in the empty space
next to the couch.  Grant and Ricky looked stunned.

Dean and I were used to being naked.  I felt so much more comfortable and
lay back and stretched out with my feet lying in Dean's lap—but not
touching his dick.  It was kind of hot pulling off my clothes in front of
friends, but I managed to not get an erection.

"Come one guys, man up!" I goaded them.

Grant wasn't really so embarrassed but was gawking at our naked bodies.  Ricky
looked really nervous.


"You guys are perfect, I'm gonna feel like a dork." Ricky mumbled.

"Get over it, bro!" Dean said.  "We're not judging you."

Grant stood up and looked down at his man lovingly.  He pulled off his
shirt and his stocky belly and chest was exposed.  He pulled off his socks
and dropped his shorts.  He stood there still looking into Ricky's eyes
without blinking as he pulled off his Hanes white briefs.  He kicked them
into the air and they fell behind a magazine rack.  Ricky stared back into
his eyes.  Already barefoot, Ricky dropped his shorts and boxers first.  I'd
never seen him naked at the gym and that should have been a clue.  I hadn't
ever realized how self conscious he was.

Grant stepped up to him, kissed him, and then pulled off Ricky's polo tee.

"Dude, what are you so timid for?  You've got a cute body!" I told him.

When I started working out with Ricky, he'd always worn oversized t-shirts.
Before we started working out together, he had some fat around his waist.  In
his restaurant clothes, his back merged with his butt and looked
funny.   Seeing
him nude made me realize that it was his work uniform and badly chosen
workout clothes that made his body look different.  He had a so-so butt,
but I kind of liked it.  It appeared that he'd taken my workout tips to
heart and kept up with it as his arms were toned.  He had cute slim legs
and his "spare tire" was nearly gone.  He wasn't perfect in the face, but
the whole package was nice.

"Sit your naked asses down and turn the TV up, we're missing Monday Night
Football!" I said.


Everyone laughed and the two of them sat down naked on the love seat.  Ricky
got a full hard on and was about to cover it up with his shorts when Grant
grabbed his hand.

"It will go way, chill baby!"

Each couple remained on opposite sides.  Now and then either Ricky or I
stood up and yelled when the Cowboys fucked up or cheered when they scored.
Dean was all too used to my commotions over football just sipped on his can
of soda.  He and Grant laughed at our antics and "high five's" we did when
our team scored.

After the game, we chatted about work and other miscellaneous stuff.  Our
hosts had forgotten they were stark naked.   Ricky loosened up and would
scratch his balls or rearrange his nuts with ease.  Everyone was relaxed.  The
evening proved that we could have other platonic friends and be naked
around them with no sex involved.  I did hear discreetly from Ricky at the
gym the next evening that after we left, the two of them fucked all
night.  Somehow,
it added even more spice to their new relationship.

- - -

My passion for cars and working on them remained, but work felt a little
tedious at times.  Fortunately, I had a cool boss who would sometimes leave
me in charge when he was out of town.  I was years younger than the other
mechanics, but no one felt bad over me doing extra duties.  They all
avoided any other kind of tasks and preferred to be outside the office with
their hands dirty working on motors.

I craved more responsibility.  I enjoyed mingling with the customers and
doing office tasks.  In hindsight, being allowed to pay bills, order parts,
etc. was a boost to my confidence.  When I was left in charge so often, I
felt like an assistant manager—although I didn't dare say it out loud.  I
thought it was smart to learn how the business worked behind the scenes.

- - -

In mid-October, Dean celebrated his 21st birthday.  For most guys, turning
21 was a rite of passage...being legally allowed to drink finally.  Being
allowed to buy alcohol was no longer a big event for Dean.  Under the
shadow of his addiction, there was no desire to drink anymore.  He felt
even an occasional drink would make him crave something more.  I understood
and supported him.  On his big night, I made him a big dinner and we
celebrated at home with friends: Miranda, Raphael, Ricky, Grant, and a some
others.  Curt and Jeff joined us, but Jim stayed in his room thinking he
would cramp our style.

While everyone was chatting after dinner, I slipped into Jim's room to take
him some food.

"Hey handsome, how's the party going?"

He was in denim shorts only and looked hot as he wiggled his toes at the
end of the bed.  I put his plate and can of beer on the dresser and rubbed
my hands on his gut.  He stood up and slid his muscular arms slid around me.
His belly pressed against me.


"You like that beer gut of mine huh?" He asked and slid his hands to my
butt.

"Yeah man, I told you before it's damn hot."

He laid a big kiss on me. We parted and he sat down.

"Now bring your man his food!" he said cheekily.

He sat back on the bed against several pillows and I handed him the plate
and beer.

"Looks delicious, Dave."

I kissed him again and head out of the room back to our guests.

Dean slid up behind me and whispered teasingly, "You go back there for a
quickie?"

I thought he was serious but as I turned around but he slyly winked at
me.  Miranda
came up and grabbed my arm to pull me away.

"He needs to mingle!" she said to Dean.

"I haven't talked to you all night, sweetie." she told me.

She and I chatted about Raphael quietly even though he was just across the
room talking to one of the others.  She told me she was heavenly in love
and thought he might be "the one".  I was really happy for her and listened
to her go on and on about their romance as a good friend should do.  Soon
enough, Dean stole her away and I went to hang with the twins for a bit.  I
noticed that Jeff looked glum and sad.  Curt seemed to be normal but stuck
with his twin all night.

I plopped down on the couch and squeezed in the middle of them.

"What's up guys? You're bored huh?" I joked.

I put my arms around their shoulder in a "buddy" manner.

"Nah man, we're just chillin'." Curt said.

Jeff didn't look me in the eye, but spoke.

"You can tell him, bro." he said.

I looked questioningly back at Curt.

"You guys break a window again or something?"

"No, Dave.  Byron broke up with him...over a girl."

"Oh man, so you two had gotten serious?  I never knew how involved you
were, but I could tell the way you guys were always flirting."

Just then Jeff acted like he was going to cry.

"You guys are excused—get out of here.  Dean will understand later.  Don't
worry about it."

They got up and quickly left.  Dean was watching out of the corner of his
eye from the dining area.  As a distraction, I immediately called everyone
to the table to sing Happy Birthday to Dean.  Instead of a cake, I had
baked my mom's recipe for brownies and put 21 candles in the pan before
slicing.  After we sang, Dean tried hard to blow out all the candles as
fast as he could and we all laughed together.

Most everyone brought only a card; a few of the guests brought a small gift
each.  The entire affair was more subdued than any of the birthdays I'd
celebrated with Dean since we met.  Just an hour after the cards were
opened, guests began to leave (it was a weeknight).  Miranda left last and
kissed us each goodbye.  I yelled out to Jim the coast was clear and he
walked out into the living room naked bringing his plate back.

"Well guys, I'm ready for our own celebration!" Dean said slyly.

Jim and I looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders.  Dean pulled off
his shirt and dropped his pants.

"I wanna get the royal treatment!"

The "Royal Treatment" was an inside joke with Dean.  We used that term to
mean getting serviced.

"You know I'm no bottom," Jim said.

"No man, you do all the oral...I'll give him my ass." I told Jim.

"Cool, man." Jim agreed.

I pulled off my clothes and tossed them on the washer as we walked down the
hallway.  My dick rose as I watched Dean's cute butt bounce as we followed
him to Jim's room.  I turned on the TV to one of the cable music channels
that played ambient electronica.

"Lights on or off?" I asked.

"TV only...put on some music," Dean replied.

Jim grabbed the lube and put it next to the lamp.  I turned out the light
and just the blue from the TV screen lit the room.  As the caption changed
showing the name of the current tune being played, I turned the volume down
to a mellow level.  Dean lay on his belly and spread his legs.  I stood
their stroking as Jim got between Dean's legs and pulled the butt cheeks
apart with his big hands.  He lay down and his mouth went straight for the
treasure.  He loudly munched and sucked on Dean's hole and up his ass crack.
Dean sighed and let out a deep breath.  I moved up by Dean's head and
stroked his back and kissed his smooth neck.  He raised his elbows up onto
his pillow and exposed his lush pits.

Dean's armpits had grown much more hairy over the years.  I never tired of
stroking and sniffing them.  He had on deodorant but I slowly licked all of
that off.  The roll-on antiperspirant had an acrid taste but smelled
good.  Once
his pit was totally dampened with spit, I sucked on the wavy, dark hairs.  He
moaned at both the armpit stimulation and the attention he was getting from
his backside.  Jim continued to eat and tongue fuck Dean as if he was
prepping him to get fucked.  Jim stuck his middle finger inside Dean's
hole...as the hole slowly closed, he replaced with his tongue.  On and on it
went.

"Oh damnnnnnn," Dean mumbled.

My own cock was rock hard and needed attention, but this was Dean's
night.  After
a very long time, he asked to turn him over.  Jim's strong arms flipped
Dean over like a pancake.  Jim went to work on Dean's balls while I sucked
his nipples.  He asked me to take out the rings...something that surprised me.


"Just suck them like you mean it," he begged.

I had never seen his nipples without rods or rings in them.  Having seen
them no other way, the new look was very erotic. With no rings in them, the
nipples remained puffy and seemed to get even harder then usual.  I
playfully bit down on each one of them the way he liked it.  With no
obstructions, I bit down to the point that I figured there was excessive
pain, but he didn't protest—he pulled my head tighter against him.

I looked down and Dean's balls were totally sucked into Jim's mouth.  I
reached to jack Dean off, but he pulled my hand away.

"No, I want to cum in your ass...while I'm choking on his monster!"

Jim chuckled and stood up for second.  I moved on my knees but with my
chest flat on the bed—butt in the air.   Dean loved to fuck me best in that
position.  I felt the cold liquid from the lube bottle squish liquid on my
hole after the bottle was pressed against it.  Dean mounted me from behind
in a single move.  I was so used to him ramming it in that it didn't even
make me jump.

I was fucked good and slow with deep thrusts.  Jim squatted over my head
and almost sat on it to allow Dean to suck it.  I didn't expect Dean to
suck for an extremely long time because the girth of Jim's dick would make
your jaws act after so long.  If you tried prevent your teeth from scraping
it, you really had to open wide.

>From my position on the bed, I could smell a day's worth of sweat and ass
funk emanating from Jim's crack--he was just over my head.  His hairy legs
were on either side of me and I stroked the one close to my face with my
hand.

"You want to cum first?" Jim asked Dean.

Dean shook his head fast.  Jim pumped his cheeks and deposited a load into
Dean's mouth after a couple of minutes.  Dean rammed my butt until he was
coming and the slowed to deep thrusts again.  Jim let Dean milk every last
drop out of him before he hopped off me.  Dean lay on top of me with all
his weight--dick buried deep inside.  The pressure in my ass was
beautifully tight.

"Let's get him off!" Jim said to Dean.

I was rolled over and Jim squirted lube onto my dick.  He began to jack me
like a pro paying special attention to the head of my dick for a few
minutes.  He had both of his hands going on it.  I tensed up...knowing my
body language just before a pending climax, Dean dropped down and put his
mouth on me.  Jim continued to jack like a machine even with Dean's mouth
on the tip of my dick.  I bucked my hips and my body shook as I came.  Jim
lay back and wiped his hands on his chest.  Dean lifted my leg and stuffed
his mouth up against my hole.

"Push it out!" he said.

I grunted and after some pushing, I felt Dean's cum squirting out into his
mouth.  He lapped at my hole and then sucked on it hard.  After the
feltching was over, he fell back next to Jim and pulled me with him.  The
three of us lay arm in arm on our backs.  The song on the music channel
changed to something with a fast tempo.  It now seemed out of place.  I
grabbed the remote and clicked it off.  Suddenly we were in total darkness.

"Thanks." Dean said.  "It was a good birthday."

The room was silent and still.

"I love you guys," someone said.

It came from Dean.

"Ditto, guy." Jim said.

I heard Dean kiss Jim in the dark.  Then he rolled over to kiss me.  Just
as his lips were about to touch mine, he belched a cum scented burp.

"Mmmm!" he cooed and our lips met.

The three us sleep peacefully through the night.  A threesome.

To be continued...

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