Date: Sun, 15 Dec 2013 14:04:34 -0600
From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: My Twisted Boyfriend PT 29

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My Twisted Boyfriend (sequel to Twisted Next Door Neighbors) PT 29

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

I didn't want a party for my 21st birthday.  If Dean had not been
recovering from an addiction, I might have celebrated by getting buzzed by
a few drinks with him and Jim at home ...but it wasn't really important.  In
the future I knew I would drink again someday for a social reason--maybe
another drink with my dad.  However, I wasn't entertaining the idea of
getting "drunk".  Whenever I decided to do it, I would be sensitive to Dean.

Many guys became booze hounds by the time they reached 21—drinking with
friends, going to college, etc.  The first time I tried to get drunk, it
was a mess, so I didn't want to do it again.  One habit I loved and missed
was smoking weed.  That was out too unless I wanted to sneak around behind
Dean's back and be a hypocrite about it.  Miranda still smoked it with her
boyfriend, but she didn't offer it to me anymore due to Dean.  If the
opportunity arose away from Dean, I wasn't sure what I'd do.  I'd feel
guilty using it...it was best to stay away from it.

While Dean faced the temptation of drugs, I faced my own addiction—or was
it just a compulsion?  It wasn't related to spirits or drugs, but a desire
to get off in public places.  Ever since Dean took me into Dallas to jack
off in public at night, public exhibitionism became my new passion.  On our
ill fated road trip to California, I'd driven naked.  Of course I'd driven
naked many times before that, but on familiar, dark country roads.   The
rush of being totally naked someplace risky or potentially risky was
incredible.  I kept on finding ways to do it whether I was alone or with
Dean.  I always told Dean about my escapades—I didn't keep them a secret.

Over that summer I had done things like to restrooms in gas stations, fast
food joints, stores, etc.  I sat on the toilet and pulled off my shorts and
t-shirt to jack a fast load.  It would have to be in a type of stall where
no one could outright see me but could walk in and go into the next stall
or use a urinal.  It was exciting to be naked especially when the guy in
the bathroom had no idea what I was doing or that I was even there.  The
more activity I could hear, the better.  I'd shoot my load, dress, and
split.

If I found a place outside where I could get naked, I'd do that too.  For
example, the carwash that I gave Dean head in was next to a small building
that was some sort of copy shop.  When it was dark, I'd step away from my
car, get naked behind the building and jack off, dress, and walk quickly
back to my car.  If anyone was washing their car they wouldn't see behind
the building—you had to walk a few yards beyond the rear of the car wash
grounds to see behind the copy shop where there was just trees and a bush.

The events with Dean were similar to our first venture in the city where I
walked around naked.  He always pushed me further than I'd go alone.  He
could easily influence me to ride around in the passenger seat wearing only
a shirt during the day.  He was good at driving next to cars in a manner
that would not let them see directly inside.  If they were in an SUV and
could totally see, then I laid a pair of shorts on my lap until they passed.
I got ballsier with every experience and eventually had him drive next to a
truck full of landscape workers.  As we passed, I let them all see me
jacking my cock.  We got a shocked stare back and sped away from them.

I say I was obsessed because on a daily basis while driving to work or
doing some other task, I was always thinking "that place would work for to
jump out naked and jack" or "this place would be good to run around naked".
When I wasn't working I spent a lot of time consumed with trying to find a
place and doing it.  I'd waste hours driving around away from town or
chatting with guys online asking for good places.  They often suggested
known cruise parks, but I was hesitant to try those.   Dean told me to try
to reach the dude in Dallas that let me use his phone the first time I went
walking pantsless in Dallas.  I got his voice mail every time.

Our wildest experience was a week after my dad visited us.  It started when
I woke Dean up by tossing and turning.  Once both of us were awake, he
suggested we go do some naked business.  We drove all the way to Dallas
again until we reached a section full of warehouses, auto garages, and
other industrial shops.  It was 3:30 in the morning and not a soul was
around.

"I want do drop you off here and watch you run naked behind all these
buildings.  I'll drive around the block and pick you up.  Sort of like that
time in the gay neighborhood, but you won't have a shirt or anything to
cover up with!"

"Oh fuck, that's hot man!" I said.

He drove around the block until we were two thirds of a mile away from the
pick up spot he'd just designated.  I was wearing nothing but sneakers.  I'd
left the house that.  I was a hundred percent sure he had back up clothes
in the trunk (only to find out later there were none), so I wasn't too
nervous.  I had a hard on from the minute we left home and it had never
gone down.  I kept stroking off an on until we got to our destination.  I
knew when I finally blew my load it would be momentous.

We cased the streets and looked out for any security guys, mounted cams,
etc.  The area we picked seemed to be lacking any of those things.  Dean
pulled into a parking lot and I just went for it.  I jumped out of his car
and hauled ass down into a dark alley between two ugly brick buildings.  I
looked back and his car drove out of sight.

"Fuck yeah!" I thought to myself.  "I'm naked with no god damn protection!"

I was hyped and boned.  The air was cool but not too cold.  I slowed down
when I got to the back the building.  In the dark I could make out that the
street I was dropped out on and the next street over were connected on each
end with two tiny streets.  The buildings on all four streets formed a very
long rectangle with fields and brush in the middle and basically no
lighting at all.

In the center of the darkness, I could see the lights on the back of the
building near where I expected to meet Dean.  None of the other buildings
had lighting in the rear, only on the front or sides.  It made it perfect
for being undetected from either end of the block.  I thought about running
to my destination, but it seemed too awesome to be naked and free that I
walked briskly instead to savor it.

I thought it would be so incredible to be able to walk down any street in
town with nothing but shoes on like I was doing.  That would be too crazy
and risky.  The closest thing I'd done to what I was doing was jogging
naked at night with Dean back when we first met.  Somehow, jogging naked in
the country seemed tamer than doing so in the city.

The wind blew and it felt so good against my body.  I walked with my dick
pointing up and baggy nut sac bouncing.  I walked over uneven dirt and
occasionally nearly tripped over unexpected holes.  After about five
minutes, I'd nearly reached the end of the street.  As I got close, I
realized there was a chain link fence blocking me from the alley I needed
to walk through to catch up with Dean.  Luckily, there wasn't any barbed
wire or blades at the top of the fence.  I deftly climbed up it and jumped
onto the ground below.  I'd made it!

I walked out of the alley and was relieved to see headlights coming for me.
Then I realized it wasn't Dean and I instantly ducked behind a set of
concrete steps.  I was barely blocked from the street and a light mounted
on the warehouse was right over me.  My mouth got dry and I began to sweat
as I heard the car slow down and just stop.  It sat there for about five
minutes and my heart was racing.  Then I heard a sound of a man moaning.  I
dared to raise my head and peeped up over the concrete.


Just beyond me I could see the silhouette of a head bobbing up and down in
a beat up Ford Escort.  I sighed with relief.  Some guy had a bimbo in his
car and the passenger side window was halfway down.  Thinking to myself, I
dared those people to bust me when they were doing the nasty in their
car—if they had even seen me.  After the moaning stopped, the car pulled
away with terrible sounds coming from underneath it.

"They need a new clutch," I thought to myself.

Finally, they drove off.  I figured that Dean thought I would take longer
to get the pickup spot or he'd been waiting for that car to leave.  I sat
up on the concrete steps and pulled off my shoes.  The concrete felt rough
to my feet and butt.  The discomfort was irrelevant—I was horny.  I spit on
my hand and started jacking off.  Just before I began to shoot my load,
Dean's car drove up and stopped.  I determined it was him because the
headlights were turned off and I recognized the sound of his engine.

When he came into view my cock spurted and thin shots of jizz flew onto the
ground.  Knowing he was watching, I stood up casually and popped my
knuckles, stretched, and yawned.  I cockily walked back to his car with my
semi erect dick oozing a stray drop of cum.

"God damn you're beautiful!" he remarked.  "When we drive out of here you
need to duck because I've already passed a cop on the main road."

I should have gotten panicky, but I felt I was a pro at that moment.  I
slid down and ducked as we drove the few miles needed to access the freeway
entrance ramp.

"I would have been back sooner, stud, but that car was cruising around like
we were," he said.

He popped a piece of gum into his mouth and chewed.  I told him about
seeing the guy getting head.

"Well you know this area used to be famous for hookers strolling around.  I
thought it was all an urban legend." He stated.

As we cruised onto the freeway, I sat up in the car seat and played with my
nipples.  I was still trying to fathom what I had just done.

Since that day, every time I drove some place new—or even my regular
routes—I was constantly on the lookout for potential new jack off spots.  I
became obsessed with the topic and spent evenings looking at porn or pics
involving public sex or outdoor nudity.  I got off on seeing it done by
others as much as doing it myself.

Dean found other ways to turn me on with public stuff without it involving
outright nudity like making me spend a whole day running errands shirtless
in chilly weather.  It involved things like grocery shopping, getting gas,
washing my car in town, etc.  The temperature was around 55F and I wore
only jeans and work boots.  I got lots of mad and confused stares.  Much of
the time I had a semi hard on and I had on tight jeans.  Dean discreetly
recorded video of most of it on his phone.  I was amazed that instead of
getting chuckles most of the time people acted upset over it.

It was fun and sexy to walk around in Home Depot especially with all the
hot husbands buying stuff for their home repair jobs.  I did get
embarrassed when I ran into my high school English teacher...an old lady with
big glasses.  She asked me why I didn't have a shirt on.  I thought fast
and told her I had lost a bet and was doing the deed as a punishment.  She
shook her head and told me gambling was a bad, bad thing and looked at me
pitifully.  Dean got all of her conversation on video and we quickly made
our way to the checkout.  The guys at the counter thought it was funny as
hell.  They saw Dean recording it and knew something was up.  I got some
interested looks from a few guys during the stop there and it made me even
hornier.

Once we got home, I fucked Dean really good.  The experience had been a
little humiliating but very hot.  Yet, it was just another experience to
feed my obsession. I was truly an exhibitionist.  I guess I had always been
one.  I always loved showing my body off.  I went shirtless all the time
since I was a kid.  The first month at my mom's trailer I'd taken a walk
outside naked and was hook ever since.

Another thing I found hot was to walk around in a baggy shirt with my dick
out...sometimes both my dick and balls both.  My dick was totally covered up,
but knowing it was hanging out was amazing.  I learned to somehow keep it
soft and do normal things like I previously did shirtless with Dean—getting
gas, shopping, buying stamps at the post office, airing my tires, etc.

I practically stopped wearing any underwear all together to allow my dick
to bounce around.  By "free balling", in shorts, I got lots of stares.  In
jeans, I let my semi hard dick lay flat against my calf in tight jeans.  I
don't have a long dick, but it was still noticeable when I wanted it to be.


One more thing--this was suggested by Curt (after hearing about our
adventures)--was making some strategic holes in ratty old jeans, washing
and drying them, and then wearing them "commando" on errands.  This was the
most subtle of all, as it appeared I may not have known that I had a small
rip below a back pocket or in the pant's thigh section close to my balls.  I
wore wife beaters or tank tops when at all possible.

All the showing off inspired me to work harder at the gym.  The inspiration
for me keeping my body fit was not for health or anything, but so I could
show it off.  Although I wouldn't let him post them online, he took videos
and photos of most of our adventures.  I would sometimes re-watch them and
jack off watching myself in public doing risky stuff.  I was really
obsessed.  It would take a big time scare to make me tone it down.

- - -

My birthday was on a Thursday.  I ate a very early dinner at mom and
Charlie's.  She made a huge chocolate cake for me—one of my favorite
desserts.  There was plenty to take home and share with the guys.  As
usual, I got a card with some money.

"Go buy you some jeans with that money, hon." she told me before leaving
with the card and money.  "Those that you have on have seen better days."

As she turned and walked into the house, I opened my car door and sat on my
seat.  I could feel the cool seat on some bare skin.

"Fuck!" I said aloud.

Embarrassed and too late to cover up...I realized I'd worn the holy pants
exposing a hole by the back pocket the size of a quarter!

- - -

After leaving mom's place, I took the cake home and most of it was devoured
that night by everyone.  The twins and Jim gave me their own birthday card
(with more cash!).  We all spent an hour or so clowning around together.  After
they boys went to bed, Dean went to go work on a drawing.  Jim fell asleep
on the couch while I cleaned up—not surprising but he was really tired, so
I gave in.  I went back to join Dean after the kitchen was clean.


He was lying on our bed with the big light on.  He was sketching some
abstract design.  I lay next to him and just stared.  I loved the way the
hair on his legs was thick and then slowly thinned as it reached his cheeks.
While there was just light hair on his butt, the hair on his legs did grow
into his crack.  My dick got hard thinking about parting the fuzz in his
crack to expose succulent, pink skin.

"What's up babe?" he asked without turning his head.

"Admiring your hot ass," I admitted.

"I like that!" he said.  "Don't stop."

I told him my story about changing into pants after work and not realizing
I had on the pair with holes in them.  It wouldn't have been a big deal if
I'd worn boxers, but I didn't wear underwear that day.  He got a good laugh
out of it.

"I bet your mom waited until you left to tell you so she could check you
out!" he teased.

I rolled my eyes—too used to his remarks to get mad anymore.

"No seriously, I bet she misses you strutting around the house in a towel
or flimsy shorts...dick and balls bouncing around.  You probably used to keep
her pussy wet!"

"Stop it!" I laughed and covered my ears.  "You should be nice to me
because it's my birthday!"

He tossed the sketchpad onto the floor and placed the pencil beside it.

"Ok, I do have a surprise for you!"

He got an excited tone in his voice.

"You know how you always love those old 70's and 80's gay porn movies?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I searched online for them and one of the things that came up when I
Googled it, I found this website that was like Ebay for sex stuff.  Anyway,
some dude was selling a box of videocassettes and I bought them all for a
great price!"

"Oh sweet!  No, wait, you dad's VCR is busted!"  I said disappointingly.

"That's part of the surprise.  A dude at school who's studying video
production is converting them to DVD."

"Shit, is that guy gay?" I asked with suspicion.

"No, he's straight but he's cool as hell with gay guys.  He's all covered
in piercings; remember I told you about him!  I'd heard him telling someone
else how to copy them to DVD.  Since we don't have DVD recorder, I
approached him and he was interested in making a buck.  He's only halfway
done, but I have two DVD's here for us to watch.  I hoped he'd get them
done before now, but it's better than nothing."

He got up and excitedly pulled out four DVD cases from their hiding place.

"Happy birthday, you fucking sexy man!"

He handed the DVD's to me.  I wanted to watch them right way, so we
inserted one into the laptop.  The first flick was called "In Hot Pursuit."

"Oh cool, it's got that Jeff Stryker guy!" I said as the opening credits
ran.

"I've heard of him for sure...but it's my first time seeing one of his
videos." Dean replied.  "Wow dude, this looks old school already.  I hope
you like it anyway."

We cuddled up and watched it together.  When we came to Stryker's scene
with Mike Henson, I freaked out how Jeff Stryker's voice was similar to
Dean's.

"Dude, I am closing my eyes and it sounds a lot you talking!"

"Whatever, dude!" he laughed.

"The other dude's hair looks like my dad's." Dean mused.

I was about to object but then I realized he was talking about Hank—not Jim.
He was referring to him less all the time by "Hank".

Mike Henson's character had come in from the rain and Jeff Stryker told him
he would be much more comfortable without those wet clothes on.  Had the
corny dialogue been spoken by anyone else, I would have laughed.  Those two
actors really pulled it off and I was seriously jacking in minutes.

I kept edging until just before Stryker shot his load.  I had Dean take
over to bring to a climax.  As I lay there with cum drying on me, we just
lay there and watched the remaining scenes.  Dean fingered my hole now and
as he played with his own cock.  During the final scene, we kissed a lot
until Dean popped his own load.  I felt tired but relaxed when the video
ended.  Sleep was eminent, so I quickly closed the laptop and pulled up the
covers.

"Thanks, that was really thoughtful." I told him.


"Well, I know you love those scenes without condoms."

He reached over and turned off the lamp.

"Don't you need to finish that drawing?"

"Naw, I'll do it before class—don't worry."

Spooning him, I inhaled the scent of dried cum on our bodies as the air
whooshed out from under the sheet when I moved.  I lay there on my back as
he rolled over on his side.

"How are you doing Dean?  I mean with your meetings and all?" I asked.

"Yeah.  I know I was fucked up before...but not as bad as those other
people I've met.  I've realized how lucky I was to have you all intervene
and kick me in the ass.  Other people haven't been so fortunate."

I ran my fingers through his hair.

"Mind if I turn on some music?" he asked.


"Go ahead."

The CD player turned with a click of a remote.  The CD changer clicked and
a special CD began playing—I hadn't heard it in ages.

"Do you remember the first time I heard this?" I ask him.

"Yeah, the first time I got you into my bedroom.  I knew that night I
wouldn't rest until I fucked you."

We lay there without talking for a few minutes as the live recording played
on at a very low volume.

"You told me that guy who gave it to you let a stagehand suck him to get
the CD.  Was that true?" I asked.

There was a pause of silence before he answered.

"No, it was me who had to suck someone for the CD...but it wasn't a
stagehand. It was the guy in the old Gas Mart."

"Was he the one you got drugs from?" I asked.

"Yes, he was a dealer.  He knew I had no cash.   At first, I used to walk
there and buy cigarettes.  I smoked them like crazy.  Jim gave me money now
and then to buy stuff, but he didn't like that I was buying cigarettes.  The
money tapered off and still wanted to smoke.  Desperate, I tried to trick
the guy in the store, Gus, and told him I forgot my cash at home.  I made a
big deal of being all sweaty and having to run all the way home and back.  I
thought he'd just be cool and give me some for free.  I'm very observant
and I'd noticed him checking me out from a few times in the glass of the
drink cooler.  I tried to scam some cigs from him."

"I take it that didn't work," I said.

"Well, I told him I forgot my cash and gave him sexy looks and blinking
eyes...he told me instead that if I `did a favor' for him, he'd give me a
pack.  I was gay, horny, and it wasn't above me to do what he wanted.  I
let him suck my dick and it became a weekly thing.  When he sucked me off,
he'd lock the door of the store and we'd go in the back room. It was dirty,
stunk like mildew, and there was mouse shit on the floor.  You know what
the dude looks like.  He's a fucking slob.  I began to be disgusted by him
but I wanted more.  I had to fantasize hard and close my eyes to shot my
load."

I was no longer sleepy after our jack off session.  I was wide awake and
listed to Dean. He sighed and continued...

"I heard my friends at school talking about pot.  I was too `cool' to ask
them for any.  I thought I'd look like an amateur if I had to ask how to
buy some.  So, I asked Gus if he had any—and he did.  To get weed, I had
suck him off.  Sometimes I had to get sucked and then suck him off.  It was
easier for him to cum if I shot in his mouth first.  It would make him
hornier and I didn't have to work as hard.  It was during that phase that
he gave me things that I liked such as CD's.  By hanging out so much at the
store, I soon noticed some customers coming in all the time—his regular
buyers."


Dean stopped talking while we heard one of the twins open their door and
head to the bathroom.  After we heard the toilet flush and their bedroom
door close again, he began speaking again.

"There was another dude that worked the counter for him while he took
people back for a `transaction'.  He stunk worse than Gus and was always
hacking.  I was always afraid he was going to ask me to suck that dude
too--It was bad enough doing him.  As time went by, I even had to swallow
his tiny load to get the pot.  I had to open my mouth and let him see that
I swallowed before he would hand it to me.  It was really demeaning...but I
wanted to keep getting high.

One night I came when they were closing.  I'd left my brothers sleeping all
alone so that I could get some damn weed...they were only eleven.  Anyway,
the door was locked and the nasty guy let me in.   He nodded to the
backroom after I asked where Gus was.  When I got back to the storeroom,
Gus was totally fried...fucked up.  He was rambling and drooling.  I don't
know what he was on, but he was totally freaking.

He started hacking and began vomiting into the trash can.  I noticed that
there was a metal box on his desk.   When he was down on his knees, I
opened the box and saw all kinds of pills, a few Ziploc bags, and a scale.  I
grabbed what I could and crammed it into my pockets.  He didn't even
realize I was there.  I coolly strolled out and told the nasty dude that
Gus was going whacko.  He hurried back there and I unlocked the door and
ran home.  I even stole some cartons of Marlboros!"

"That's where you got your stash of drugs?" I asked.

"Yep.  A few days later I got a ride to the library and Googled the numbers
on those pills.  That's when I discovered what I had.  Ecstasy, Vicodin,
miscellaneous pain killers, and..."

He swallowed hard and then said the word.

"Meth."

The CD finished and the room was silent.  I felt chilled even though we
were under the covers.

"Then you came along and saved me."

I rolled over against him and ran my hand up and down his smooth back.

"Damn straight I did!"

"I experimented with those drugs and figured out what was what over time.  For
the pills that were prescription drugs, I wanted more after I ran out and
would peep into medicine cabinets when visited friends cousins.  I built up
my collection even more.

When I found out I needed a pipe for the meth, I used things found in Jim's
shed instead like a small metal pipe.  I'm very good at making shit like
that...like my `gym in the woods'.  It was overwhelming at first, but I used
it sparingly, just Jim was at work, and pretended to sleep when he got home.
When I did use it, I crashed big time and slept forever.  I didn't even
hear my brothers outside and you know how fucking loud they were."

"Did that guy ever fuck you in the ass?"

"No, I started borrowing money from Miranda to buy cigarettes.  I'll bet
that fucking him was going to be the price if I had continued going to see
him.  I was high when I rode Jim's dick for the first time.  I seriously
thought he wouldn't know what I was doing when he was passed out.

"You know he figured it out don't you?" I said. "He probably didn't wake up
the first time you tried it, but at some point he caught on.  When you took
me into his room to show me how you rode him after he passed out, I caught
him opening his eyes!  I thought you deserved to be tricked!" I confessed.

"Touché', Dave...touché'."

"Later on, I had sex with your dad without you knowing it," I admitted.
"You were my first fuck...he was my second."

He chuckled to himself.

"Are you mad?"

"Why?  We weren't boyfriends yet.  I can't be mad when I may have done some
sneaky things myself."

He sat up in bed.

"Do you know I gave you the wrong pill one of those nights I fucked you
until morning?  There was one that I had no clue what it was.  I thought I
was giving you ecstasy but grabbed the wrong pill in the dark.  I found the
ecstasy pill two days later."

He turned on the lamp.

"I'm really sorry I put you through a lot."

He was looking directly into my eyes.

"Relax.  I let you do it all.  I wasn't totally innocent."

He looked upset and looked downward while biting his bottom lip.

"Is anyone ever?" he sighed.

He plopped back down on his pillow and reached for the lamp and turned it
off again.  I snuggled up against him.  Dark again.

"You know most everything I just told you about the drugs I've already told
a bunch of strangers at rehab?  But if I hadn't, I don't think I could have
told you just now.  I'm so glad you brought it up.  I've lied to you and my
family so many times to cover things up.  I don't think telling you about
every single `crime' is necessary now, but at this moment I feel like I got
a lot off my chest."

I grabbed his hand under the covers.

"Was it a relief for you to confess?" he asked me.

"Huh?" I mumbled.

"Yeah...to confess about Jim stuffing his big, goddamn beer can cock up your
tight little butt?" he laughed.

"Yeah, kind of.  But see if I tell you any details about it!"

I turned over pulled the covers away from him in mock anger.  He reached
under them and playfully slapped my ass and started tickling me.  We began
to wrestle and I pinned him easily and pulled his arm back hard.

"Ouch, fuck...okay...Mercy!"

I let go.

Out of breath, I said, "Let's get to sleep.  You need your beauty sleep!"

Feeling too warm, I pulled the covers away and lay back.

"I love you," he said.

"I know." I said.

I lay there until I heard the comforting sound of him snoring.  I was
dozing soon after.

- - -

In early January, the twins went back to school after their Christmas break
was over.  Dean took more art related classes which started mid-month.  I
decided to hold off on anymore mechanic related classes.  I was getting
hands on experience right there in the garage.  I figured that if I wanted
to specialize in a particular manufacturer, I'd look for work at a dealer
lot and get trained by them directly.  In the meantime, my current job was
just right.  We were under head count by one person and instead of hiring
another mechanic, my boss Isaac allowed us to work overtime.  The overtime
was paid at one and a half times my regular pay.  I was making good money.

I continued to use some of the extra money to finish restoring my car.
 Compared
to its condition when I first bought it, it the present condition was
stunning.  I'd had it repainted, interior was redone, engine fine tuned,
original parts restored, etc. over time.  I was damn proud of my work.  I
especially loved it when hot guys would stop me in parking lots or even at
traffic lights to ask me its year and all.  Some guys would ask me open the
hood and let them check it out.  There was something erotic to me about men
admiring my car and wanting to check it out.

Weekends during January and February were spent working overtime, working
on my car, or helping Jim on projects around the house or yard.  We special
camaraderie between us grew due to that.  It allowed us time together at
home without interruptions by the twins or Dean.  Dean wasn't one to get
out and get dirty and due hard work unless asked to.  The twins were lazy
and didn't want to do anything but eat, sleep, play video games, or hang at
the skateboarding park.  When working on the truck, yard, or whatever, Jim
would sometimes talk about personal issues that he never would in the house.


Sometimes he would ask me about how Dean was doing (feeling he didn't get
told everything) with his addiction or if the twins were dating anyone.  I
don't know why he wouldn't just have conversations with them and ask them
directly.  He would tell me about problems at work with his employees.  The
rarest of topics was about his own worries and insecurities about himself
like how much gray hair was coming in, his back wearing out, and most rare
of all--his feelings toward me.  He still had worries that because I was
half his age, I'd soon get tired of messing around with an "old man".

The age thing often pissed me off.  His age wasn't an issue with me at all.
To me, the chemistry between us was electric.  I dug everything about him
like his butch personality, semi-redneck attitude, his sense of humor (very
sarcastic), and a good heart.  There was the physical traits of
course—taller and stronger than me, salt and pepper buzz cut with sexy
sideburns, goatee, just the perfect amount of body hair, beefy build but
with a "spare tire" and slight gut.

I was turned on by his bisexuality even though I had zero interest in women.
His intelligence was something I noticed more than the others.  He was both
very smart with building and putting things together.  There seemed to be
nothing he couldn't do on his own if just given the tools or parts needed.  He
was methodical, memorized measurements like a computer, and could easily
predict measurements of things just by looking at them and touching them.

And the sex...our sexual compatibility was incredible.  I could never get
enough of his mouth all over me or his fat dick up my ass.  I loved his
body, smells, textures, stamina--he was perfect.  I kept hoping and hoping
he'd lose his insecurity about our age difference.

- - -

He and I began a special project near the end of February that was a
surprise for the twins.  I got up early to work on it with him.  There was
no way Dean or the twins would be out of bed at that hour on a weekend...

"Do they still think you're making a rear deck?" I asked.

"Yep, but it will be hard to hide the fencing when it comes in." He said.

I picked up a huge slab of plywood and the two of us marked it off and
began sawing it into smaller panels.  After lots of hammering, measuring,
and cutting, it was complete.  A large and perfect dog house.

- - -

In March when most of the bad weather had passed, the twins came home from
school one day to find a large pen installed on the side of the house with
high chain-link fencing.  Inside the pen was the dog house that Jim and I
built, freshly painted.  I went outside to watch them as they entered the
clearing after getting off the school bus.  Once they saw it they ran to it
hollering.  Jim, Dean and I stepped outside and watched them looking for a
dog.

"We adopted an invisible dog!  Watch out or it will bite your ass!" Dean
yelled laughing.

The twins looked confused.

"Well get your butts in the truck if you want to go find one!" Jim joked.

The two of them scrambled towards the truck and all five of us jumped
in.  First
we drove to the local pet store, but the boys weren't impressed with the
dogs there.  After that, Jim drove downtown to the county animal shelter to
see if we'd have better luck.

We had the opposite dilemma there...the shelter had too many dogs to decide
on.  Each of us found one we liked but Curt and Jeff found fault with them.
We were there for an hour and had looked at many dogs one at a time.  Jim's
only requirement had been that the dogs would be full grown, not puppies.  Just
as we were about to leave with no decision, I peeped around a corner.

In a single kennel, there was a black lab mix puppy that looked to be about
six months old.  Next to it was a smaller beagle puppy.  They both looked
scared   I spoke to them and the lab wagged its tail, but the beagle looked
up at me sheepishly with sad, sad eyes.

"Come here guys!" I yelled.

The gang was at the fence with me soon after watching Curt and Jeff trying
to charm the dog duo.  A few minutes later, one of the women that worked in
the shelter came up to us.

"Aren't they adorable?  They were brought in yesterday.  An older couple
had to give them up to move into a retirement home.  They won't leave each
other; you have to pull them apart."

"Dad, can we get them both?" Jeff begged.

"Son, I told you just one dog and not a puppy."

The shelter worker opened the kennel door and picked up the scared beagle.  She
handed it to Curt.  The lab ran to Jeff's feet and stood on his hind legs
and leaned against him.

With each of them holding a dog, the twins gave Jim their own saddest,
puppy dog faces and asked again.  He just looked at them and shook his head.
They looked disappointed.

"You two are gonna be the death of me.  We'll take them both, ma'am." Jim
told her.

The two girl dogs were brought home and received all the attention they
could crave.   No names were decided immediately as we didn't know their
personalities yet.  However, by the end of the week and after several
attempts to dig out from under the fence, the boys named them Thelma and
Louise.  The black lab was Thelma, the beagle Louise. After several
reinforcements and modifications, they're attempts to escape were futile.

Over all, the dogs had a positive effect on everyone.  Dean and I often
played with them until they tired us out.  Jim was even spotted out in the
pen sometimes laughing and talking to them and tossing around a ball.  Curt
and Jeff amazed us all by being so responsible with the dogs.  Getting them
to do laundry or clean a toilet nearly took a fist fight to get it done,
but with the dogs we never had to tell them to do anything.  The boys took
charge of feeding the dogs and kept the pen cleaned.  I just wished I could
keep them in line with the rest of the chores.

- - -

The entire place was becoming more "homey" all the time.  Jim and I plowed
up a small section of the yard in an attempt to start a vegetable garden
for the upcoming spring months.  We'd explored the entire woods behind the
house and found a barbed wire fence dividing our property from the next.  We
had more room than I realized, but Jim didn't want to cut down any more
trees so the rural feel would be preserved.   Several shrubs were planted
in the front of the house.

The driveway into the property was paved from the road to just in front of
the house.  I was glad that I finally keep my car clean from the dust of
the former gravel.  It was nice to not have to trudge through mud to get to
the front steps.  Jim and I built a small car port to cover at least two
vehicles at a time. Between the two of us, we had enough connections
through customers or coworkers to get supplies without paying a fortune and
did most all of the labor ourselves.

There was one special project that I was working on without anyone
knowing—I bought an old car for the twins.  I kept it parked at work and
spent lunch breaks working on it.  My first mission was to get it running
well and to make it safe.  Improvements to the exterior and interior would
come later after I gave them the car.  I hoped to have it ready by Spring
Break.

To be continued...

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