Date: Sat, 28 Dec 2013 15:24:17 -0600 From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com> Subject: My Twisted Boyfriend PT 30 (Remember, your donations allow everyone to enjoy this and other stories—please consider a donation to Nifty.org) My Twisted Boyfriend (sequel to Twisted Next Door Neighbors) PT 30 (Fiction/fantasy, teen/college romance, incest) When I first met the twins, they were pretty good kids. Yeah, they were hyperactive a good deal of the time, but they were never difficult. On the whole they minded him when he had to be the babysitter (when Jim slept days and worked nights). Granted there were some times he had to wrestle with them to calm them down or something. There was never any major sibling rivalry. They were a handful in a different way after they turned sixteen. I don't mean they became rebellious or hateful; they just became kind of demanding. Their friends were all getting their first jobs and they didn't want to be left out. They wanted the extra money to spend and freedom which came with earning a paycheck. Unfortunately for the rest of us, we were constantly rearranging our schedules to take them to work or pick them up Friday through Sunday. Then there were the school activities like sports or social events. They went out for Cross Country/Track and Field and had to be picked up from practice late during the week. We became their taxis. The busier they came, the less time there was for them to do their homework. Dean and I didn't nag them about their homework anymore—we let Jim worry about it. They were old enough to be held responsible for getting it done. I'd find them up late trying scrambling to study for some test or to get an assignment done after coming home and falling asleep after dinner. In between all of that, there was the cell phone that they shared—it was always ringing or beeping with some kind of alert. While I didn't nag them about their school studies, I did nag them about doing their share around the house. Their laziness with chores eventually came to a head one Sunday morning. When I got up to take a dump, I immediately smelled dried piss. At first I thought it was just on the toilet lid—we guys often pissed in the dark. It's easy to miss your target by a few degrees. After I crapped and flushed, I turned on the light to see that one of them clearly missed the toilet in the dark and pissed all over the rug—there was a bright, yellow, and saturated spot. I washed my hands and went to make some coffee. I heard the twins' alarm clock going off and then one of them scrambling to get up. Jeff soon emerged from their bedroom wearing his McDonald's uniform. He looked half asleep. "You takin' me or is Dean?" "Why wake him up? I'll put some clothes on." I said. Soon we were driving into town to drop Jeff off at work. I asked him about the piss in the bathroom floor. "That wasn't me dude. I pissed in the middle of the night with my butt sittin' down. You better go after Curt's ass instead." He seemed unnecessarily defensive about it. He started pushing back his hair and put his uniform cap on. "Cool, man." I said. I didn't say another word until he got out and I asked him what time to pick him up. After I got back home, Curt was eating cereal with his work shorts and shirt on. "Don't tell me, you need a ride also?" He just nodded and stuffed a spoon of cereal into his mouth. "You could have told me before I took your brother." "I don't have to be there until ten. What would I do for thirty minutes?" he asked. "You'd think of something." I said. "By the way, you need to go put the bathroom rug in the wash and spray the floor down. You took a piss all over it." He didn't deny it. He just shrugged his shoulders. "I guess I was half asleep!" he laughed. "Well you need to take care of it now." I said. I was getting irked at his pissy attitude. It wasn't the first of such scenarios, but it was the one that really set me off. He looked at me like I was a fool and burped really loud. "Please dude, go clean up your mess." I said calmly, but through my teeth. "Dude, I'll get it later. I gotta get to work." "Then you will have to ride your bike to work." I said. "What? You're crazy! I'd never make it in time." "Too bad!" I said. I got up to reheat my cup of coffee up in the microwave. When he saw I wasn't going to give in, he got up and stomped his way to our room and woke up Dean. "Dude, he won't take me to work! I'm gonna be late!" he told Dean. Dean came groggily walking into the living room and looked at me questioningly. "What's going on?" he mumbled. His hair was a mess and he had imprints of the pillow seam on his forehead. "He pissed all over the bathroom rug. It fuckin' stinks and he won't clean it up. I'm not taking him anywhere until he does it." Dean looked back at Curt and then started walking back to the bedroom. I heard him plop back down onto the bed loudly. Curt stomped after him. "Are you serious? You're not going to take me either?" "Get the fuck out and let me sleep!" Dean groaned. I walked down the hallway just outside our room. Just then I heard the floor creaking in Jim's room. He usually slept with the door shut to block out our noise on the weekends. I knew it wasn't going to be good if he got woke up. His door opened abruptly. "What the hell is going on out here?" He shouted. I told him briefly how Curt wouldn't clean his mess and I wouldn't take him to work until he did. Jim roughly grabbed Curt by the back collar of his shirt and pulled his lanky body into the bathroom stumbling. "Clean that god damn floor or you ain't going back to work at all!" Curt stood there in shock for a moment. "Get movin'!" Jim yelled. Curt frantically pulled up the rug and tossed it into the washing machine down the hall. I heard the shower turn on and he used its hose to spray water onto the floor. I backed off and sat on the bed next to Dean as I heard a bottle of cleaner being sprayed. After various sounds of frantic cleaning, the washing machine started. Then a red faced Curt appeared in the doorway. "I'm already late...can we go now?" I grabbed my keys, glared at him, and walked out to my car. He followed behind me. Not a single word was said on the way to his job at grocery store. I didn't bother asking him what time to pick him up—he'd have to call home or get a ride from someone else. As I drove back, I was still mad. I felt I shouldn't have to fight with the twins to get them to do their share. That was Jim's job. It kind of perturbed me that Jim didn't get involved unless he got woke up or inconvenienced. I figured that the sooner I got that car for the twins working and inspected the better. Once they got their licenses and their own car insurance, they were on their own ass far as I was concerned. I was already feeding them, working over forty hours a week, doing yard work, etc...lots of other stuff except for taking care of the dogs. I didn't want to play "mother" anymore. When I got back in the house, Dean was up drinking coffee on the couch with his laptop in front of him. "You're still up?" I joked. "It's not noon yet." "Yeah, well...I slept enough." He sipped at his coffee. "You were pretty hot earlier bossing them like a daddy!" "Oh yeah?" I said. I sat down next to his naked body and played his balls as we kissed. Just then, Jim came into the room. "You've got my permission to kick their ass if they do that again. They're not little kids anymore." he grumbled. Dean and I exchanged glances. I watched Jim's butt cheeks flex as he walked to the kitchen and poured a glass of orange juice. "What's for breakfast?" he said expectantly. I just looked back at Dean and rolled my eyes. "Dave's tired. You want me to fix something?" Dean said. "Or maybe you could cook something yourself." That caught Jim off guard a little. He had a bit of a funny look on his face. "Naw, I'm good." Jim opened the fridge and looked around, moved containers around, and then shut the door. He opened the freezer and dug around until he found a box with a single frozen waffle left in it. I knew it was really old, but I said nothing. He popped it into the toaster and pulled the bottle of syrup from the pantry. As he waited for the waffle to pop up, Dean slid his arm around my waist. "You okay?" he asked. "Yeah. Go get dressed. I have something to show you. We'll go for a drive." He looked at my questioningly, but got up and got some clothes on. After he was dressed, I pulled my tennis shoes on and headed to the car. "You guys going out again?" Jim asked with a mouth full of the freezer-burned waffle. "Yeah, just for a drive," I told him. - - - We drove up to the garage and parked out back. Dean pulled off his sunglasses as I put the car in park. He rubbed his eyes after wincing from the bright sunlight. "You forget something at work?" he asked. "No, that's what I wanted to show you!" I pointed to the car he was leaning against—a fifteen year old car with flecks of paint missing, slight dent in the rear, and a front, left door that was a different color than the rest of it. "Oh wow—you're doing a `fixer-upper'?" he said. "Yeah, but it's for your brothers." "Damn dude, after this morning you shouldn't give them a damn thing! Keep it for yourself." he joked. I excitedly opened the hood and showed him what improvements I had made. He likely didn't know what all I was talking about, but listened to me with complete attention. I showed him the inexpensive seat covers and floor mats I'd installed as well as a cheap radio I bought on Ebay. "Yeah, I've been working on it for months. It won't get any prettier but it runs good. I just need to get the exhaust straightened out for it to pass inspection—" He cut me off with a kiss. His tongue slid deep into my mouth and he pushed me against the car door. "Dude, with all bullshit you put up with from them—from all of us! You always amaze me. You've got the best heart..." He kissed me again. In our past, I would have been mortified to kiss another man in public. At that moment, my dick stirred. I loved the fact that cars passing in the distance could see. Then I looked down into my own car in the corner of my eye and saw my backpack and work boots. "Wait right here, I'll be right back!" I told him. I grabbed the bag and boots and hurried into the back door of the garage where I stripped by the washing machine. I pulled out my dirty work uniform from the day before and pulled on my boots. It was full of grease, grime, and didn't smell too good. Once dressed, I immediately went back outside to grab Dean. I pulled him out of the car almost as roughly as Jim had manhandled Curt earlier that day. I didn't even let him say anything. He stood there confused as I pulled him to the middle of the garage next to a car. We stood next to a mustang that had it hood already open. "You asked for this so long ago...now I'm gonna make it happen for you!" "Oh man! I'm gonna get fucked by a dirty mechanic in a garage!" I just grabbed him and kissed him hard. After I broke our kiss, I started pulling off his clothes. Once naked, I pushed him to the grill of the Mustang and he sat on the bumper. I got down on my knees and sucked on his long dick all the way to the bottom and up again. Over and over I sucked until I tasted his salty pre-cum. With my left hand, I twisted and tormented his balls as I inhaled the scent of his musky pubes. The temperature in the garage was already quite warm and no fans were on. The garage doors had windows but they were high and could not be opened unless the whole garage door was opened. I could feel sweat already trickling down my back. I ran my hands up and down his hairy thighs. I looked up at him with my mouth full and his eyes were closed in ecstasy. When I felt he had enough, I stood up quickly and spun him around facing the car. I pushed him over the grill and his hands grabbed dirty and greasy sections of the engine to hold himself up. I unzipped my pants and pulled my rock-hard dick free. I got on my knees again and ate his ass frantically. I spit and spit into it getting it as lubed as possible. With no warning, I got up and started pounding him. I rammed him good and hard the way he liked it. My hands gripped his slim waist as my dick moved liked a piston. The car was shaking to the rhythm of our fuck and I heard something squeaking. As I banged his butt, I made a mental note to check the squeak on Monday morning. Soon, a light sheen of sweat appeared over the exotic dragon tattoo on his back. I bent over to taste it with a lick. He shifted his leg and put one foot up on the bumper. That allowed me better access. I continued to fuck him and I got even sweatier. His head was touching the motor. I unbuttoned my work-shirt all the way down but left it on. It was sexy to keep on my clothes but for Dean to be totally nude. I briefly reached down into the pocket of his shorts on the concrete and slid his phone out. I quickly turned on its camera and sat it aside to record the rest of our sex. I looked to my left and noticed a pile of three huge tires stacked on rollers. On impulse, I pulled him up and pushed him toward the tires. I lifted him up and let his ass roughly fall into the tires. The stack would have fallen over if a heavy tool box hadn't been behind them. He was lying on his back almost like he was tubing on a river. I pulled his legs up and lifted his ass enough to let me enter it. He pulled his legs to his chest and let me bang away. I alternated jacking his cock and stroking his ball sac. He groaned when I bent over and pinched his nipples, but yelled at me to do it harder. His pale body had flushed to different shades of pink and red all over and I could smell body odor emanating from his pits. The bottoms of his feet were black and dirty from the garage floor. I pulled one of his feet to my mouth and sucked in as many nasty toes as I could cram in. He looked too fucking hot lying there on the tires and I couldn't hold out much longer. I grabbed both of his hands and gripped them hard. He put his feet on my shoulders as I dug in as deep as I could go. My orgasm was so intense that my legs gave way and I fell on top of him. He held my arms strongly to keep me from falling to the side as the rollers under the tires moved. After I finished cumming, I was dizzy and carefully stood up. I pulled him up from the tires and we carefully rolled onto the cool concrete floor. I started sucking him off but he pulled my waist toward him and I realized he wanted to get into a sixty-nine. With Dean on his back, I moved my waist over his head. I still had on pants, work boots, and an open uniform shirt. He pulled my cock into his warm mouth to clean me off. "Oh yeah, milk that last bit of cum out!" I told him. I was still hard even after that jolting orgasm. I worked over his nuts and cock the way he liked it until I felt his body tensing up. I knew what was about to happen. He began bucking my face and filling my mouth with jizz. I greedily gulped it down. His sucking felt so good that I felt another orgasm was possible. "Keep sucking!" I gasped. He sucked hard and jacked me at the same time. I closed my eyes and concentrated. I fantasized of the two of us doing this with all the garage bays wide open to the public. Then I shot my second, but smaller load. I collapsed out of breath and dying of thirst. After we both regained our composure, I gallantly pulled him up off the floor and kissed him. He had a lusty, crazed looked on his face. He was covered with grease and black grime. I walked over to the phone and openly moved it all around him to capture his filth on video. Then I looked at the lens and winked before turning it off. "Let's get out of here!" I said. - - - I drove back in just my work pants—Dean only in shorts. He sighed and ran his fingers through his sweaty hair. "Oh fuck...oh fuck baby!" "You liked it I take it?" "Well hell yeah! That was one of my top fantasy fucks come true right there! You sexy son of a bitch!" he said tiredly. We drove in silence the rest of the way home. We held hands over the middle console. The air conditioner was on, but I could smell our sex scents strongly. He really reeked, but I loved it. I looked over at his body and my dick stirred again. "I can't believe I'm getting hard again." I told him as we got out of the car at home. "Let's jump in the shower and see if we can try for a third!" - - - Well, I didn't cum again, but he did. We took a long, warm shower together until he came and then lay naked in bed napping until the phone rang. It was Jeff—his shift was over. An hour after we picked up Jeff, Curt called for his ride home. The cycle began again. - - - A month later, Ricky, Grant, Dean, and I went camping at a location about an hour and a half away from home. It was no ordinary campground...it was clothing optional. It wasn't really a nudist campground per se, but the owners didn't care if people went in the buff or not. It was privately owned by a gay couple and contained acres and acres of woods. The property had ponds as well a natural creek that fed from a nearby river and there was zero electricity, no plumbing...totally natural. Grant heard of it through word of mouth among other gay friends of theirs. Dean was totally against it at first because of its zero amenities. We convinced him to go by telling him there was a store and a gas station at least six miles away from the grounds. We could all bring laptops, if needed, would have to rely on their batteries and there would be no internet. After some sweet talking, he relented and requested the Saturday off from work. I simply wanted to get away from everything for a day or two...away from work, taxiing the twins, etc. Dean looked at the trip as punishment at first. - - - We dug out camping gear from Jim's shed. There was stuff that hadn't seen the light of day in years, but still functioned such as lanterns, a small grill, and of course our old faithful tent we used to fuck in. Grant provided a tent for him and Ricky. We brought sleeping bags, laptops, two coolers for food and drinks, lawn chairs, and a portable DVD player. I made sure there was a ton of insect repellent. I borrowed the pick up from Jim to haul most of the stuff. For a quick getaway, we sure packed a lot! Jim let us borrow the truck—a major milestone in trusting us. I was impressed. On the Saturday morning that we left, it was misting outside. Getting Dean out of bed at five a.m. was a chore. The combination of potentially bad weather and rousing Dean got me in an irritable mood. We met Ricky and Grant in town and followed their SUV to the highway where we followed until we reached our destination. I was worried the weather hot and humid or even that it would rain again. I stewed in my bad mood while Dean dozed in his seat until the sun came up. - - - Upon arriving, we stopped a large house facing the road and one of the property owners came out to greet us. He was tall, fully bearded, but had a shaved head. Dean and I each got out and spoke to him. He gave us a photocopied map of the grounds which showed several drivable paths. He told us about wild game to watch out for and a number to call in case we had an emergency. Dean looked restless sitting in the truck until I got back in the truck and we drove into the woods looking for a place to camp. I led us to a spot on the map that was generically referred to as "clearing by scenic area". While the gravel and dirt roads were well established, they were bumpy as hell. Dean stayed patient as we trekked through the woods and brush to find our destination. We rounded a corner and a small handmade sign said, "Scenic Spot". "What's so scenic about it?" Dean groaned. "Quit complaining dude...I'll put up the tent so you can go back to sleep until Monday." He didn't reply. I was bound and determined to enjoy hanging out with friends in the country despite him. I got out and started unpacking. Grant and Rick got out and went walking around to look for the creek that was supposed to be close according to the map. They were gone for nearly ten minutes. Then we heard some shouting. "Oh fuck, they've been bitten by something!" Dean panicked. Then the two of them ran back to us. "Dude, come look at this! This is incredible." Ricky yelled. We followed them back into the bushes on a small dirt trail. After rounding three or four corners, we came out into a large clearing with an amazing view. Below us was sloping land that rolled downward to a rustling creek full of rocks. All the way down the hills were huge sandstone boulders with trees intermittently growing between them. From where we stood, you could see a few miles of trees. "Wow!" someone said behind me. That came from Dean. He was right, though. It quite a view. "Let's camp up here between these rocks. We'll be far enough from the drop off." Ricky suggested. We all agreed. So, the next hour was spent dragging all of our camping stuff to the clearing we'd just found. Soon, the two tents were set up with lawn chairs and coolers between them. I was the first to strip naked once everything was set up. Everyone else followed my lead and nothing was left on but tennis shoes or flip flops. I sprayed everyone down with insect repellent. We sat back and rested after with some drinks. Instead of going straight for his ipod or anything, Dean walked back to the truck and got his sketchpad. I hadn't noticed that he brought it. He sat in his chair facing the view and started to draw. "You got the right notion, bro! I'm glad I brought my cameras. I'll be taking some at sunset for sure." Grant commented. The three of us chatted about work, sports, movies, etc. while Dean drew. He contributed now and then to the conversation, but mainly sat there relaxed while he concentrated on drawing. The temperature was warm but there was a constant breeze. Two huge trees next to us provide ideal shading. While Grant walked out a distance to find a place to shit, Ricky and I talked about his work. "...And then my GM tells me that another deadbeat called in. The day got worse. I'm so glad to get out of there for a few days." Just then Grant walked back into the campsite just as Ricky was finishing his anecdote. "Yeah babe, you really seem so stressed out lately. Too bad you don't run the place yourself." "Yeah, I know...but I don't think I want to just run a restaurant only. I want to own one someday." Ricky said. "I've thought about having my own garage someday, but it's so expensive to get started." I added. Ricky sighed. "Get me a beer, hon." He said to Grant. Grant popped open the drink cooler and tossed him a Bud Light. "Grab Dave one too, babe--please." I hesitated, but Dean looked at me and nodded. "Just because I don't drink doesn't mean you shouldn't enjoy one now and then, go ahead." he said. I accepted the beer and popped the top open. "You know, you should jump on the food truck bandwagon," I told Ricky. "I've seen them in Dallas and Fort Worth. They don't just cater to the construction crowd anymore. Dean and I got some bad ass tacos in Dallas before outside a mall." Dean nodded in agreement. I sipped my beer. Bitter, yet refreshing, I savored it instead of guzzling it down. "That's really a very entertaining idea, bud. I bet I could come up with so many ideas. I'm a good manager, but I don't really have the chef skills. I mean I can run the kitchen and know all the stations' jobs, but we used standardized company recipes...not our own." "Dave is a damn good cook. I bet if he went to a culinary school, he'd kick some ass." Dean said. "You talked about having your own place, but would you ever be interested in a partnership?" Ricky asked me. I felt put on the spot. "Well, yeah." I blurted out. "Well like in what? Catering or a food truck?" "The food truck thing. I wonder how much start up costs would be!" he said. "Let me grab my laptop. I'll be right back." He trotted naked into their tent and brought it out. "I can't see good in the sunlight, but let me add up some stuff." He pulled up a blank spreadsheet on the small computer and started typing in numbers and labels. He sat there typing stuff for at least ten minutes. I chatted with Grant about the Texas Rangers until Ricky announced a figure. "Dude, that's a lot of dough." I said. "Yeah, but you've got to have connections to find us a truck. I bet we could use an old ice cream truck even! I'll bet I could get a small business loan...my credit is pretty good. I have no car payment after next month. I've got a nest egg in the bank anyway..." We talked and talked about it for over an hour. I'd not even noticed Grant setting up the small outdoor grill until I smelled food cooking. He'd brought some steaks! "Oh damn, that's gonna be good!" I said. Ricky and I took a break from gabbing about our business ideas and grabbed another beer. Due to I had drank mine slowly, I didn't feel any ill affects as I did with my first attempt a long time ago. As I sipped the second one, I felt a nice buzz and just relaxed. Dean got up and showed me his drawing--it was beautiful. "Oh man, I really like that. I'm gonna pin that one up on the refrigerator!" I joked. He pulled me to him and we kissed passionately. - - - The grilled steaks were delicious with just salt and pepper for flavoring. Grant had opened two cans of beans and cooked them by placing them on the grill with the labels pulled off. We each shared a can of them with our steaks. By the time we finished eating, the sun was beginning to set and Grant rushed to get his camera gear. He sat up a tripod and took many photos over and over of the setting sun and the treetops below. Once it was completely dark, I gathered all of our trash and put it in a bag and put it in the back of the truck far away from us—in case we had any late night visitors. After sundown, Grant got out the portable DVD player and sat it on one of the coolers. We pulled our chairs up and watched a couple of movies. The second film was a gay-themed comedy that had us laughing all the time. Dean seemed to forget he was out in the middle of nowhere and away from all his modern conveniences. He was in a really good mood. "Tomorrow night we should build a small fire," Grant suggested. "And attract Bigfoot? No way!" Ricky joked. They looked at each other sexily as one of them turned off the DVD player and put it away. "Speaking of attraction...I think it's time we retire!" Grant said. I was sure that in the dark Ricky was blushing. He got up and kissed his lover. "We're gonna hit the sack!" Ricky said to us. "I'll bet that's not all you're gonna hit!" I joked. - - - Inside the tent, it was a little warmer than I wanted it to be, but we needed to keep it zipped up to keep the varmints out Soon after we were snug in our own tent, I could hear someone softly moaning in the next tent. "Wow, Ricky sure had let go of his inhibitions!" Dean remarked. "Yeah, he seems more confident than when I first met him—both at the gym and without his clothes on in front of us." I replied. We were lying on top of our sleeping bags. It was too warm to cover up. Now and then a breeze blew through the two netted windows. There were all kinds of mysterious noises in the distance. Whether it was branches moving, animal feet walking around, or some owl hooting, the sounds were more relaxing than eerie. Again I heard the muffled sound of someone cumming. I lay on my back with my hands behind my head. Dean lay on his stomach with one hand stroking my chest. "So what do you think about his food truck idea?" Dean asked. "Well, neither him or I could quit our day jobs." "Not at first, but if you start out successful...it could take off! Are you really interested? He was totally hyped over the idea." "Yeah, it sounds awesome." "Better than working on cars? That's what you gotta ask yourself." "I love cars. I love working on them...but his idea sounds more thrilling. A risk maybe, but you don't know unless you try, huh?" He played with my nipple for a little while by squeezing it until it hurt a little. The he released it and stroked it with his finger to soothe it. The random tit-play made my penis become erect, but I really didn't have the urge to shoot a load. It felt good just lying with him in the pitch black tent. "I don't even know enough about cooking as much as he does. He works in a restaurant. I have no experience working in one." "You heard what he said. He's a manager, not a chef. Yeah, he knows how the kitchen is supposed to be run but that doesn't mean he can craft food. Look at you—you're always sneaking in this or that spice or herb. You cook those hard recipes and they turn out great. There are tons of self-taught chefs in the world...and why can't you take some culinary classes like you did the mechanic school? Your options are unlimited." "Listen to you `Mr. Artist'. I'm gonna be giving you the same talk if you sit around and don't put your stuff out there to be seen." I replied. "I'm learning the basics of art right now—just like you and food. You're creative too but you never knew it. Sounds like now you got a chance to take it on!" With that said, he moved on top of me and we started making out. We were both a little musky, but I thought it was sexy. I pushed my hand into one of his arm pits and pulled the curly hairs away from the skin. I smelled my fingers and savored his essence. No one spoke anymore and I nibbled on his ear. We didn't fuck or suck. He eventually rolled on my side and fell asleep there. My mind kept ticking even as his shut down and he snored. Maybe he was right. There were so many things I wanted to try to cook but didn't for fear of the reaction of the guys at home. There were many things I wanted to cook but they were expensive to burn or goof up. I thought about how Isaac had been grooming me to run the office as a back-up manager. There was no reason to throw that experience away. He was showing me how to run a business. Would he be pissed if after teaching me all that and then finding out I wanted to pursue something else? Would he let me drop to a part time schedule? Why did I care what he thought? Too many thoughts ran through my brain and I finally tired out. - - - The next morning, I cooked some sausage links on the grill. After that, we went walking around to explore the creek and land beyond it. We all pulled our shoes off to cross the creek—it was only a couple of feet deep and mostly clear. Once on the other side, we ducked through branches and vines for almost a mile until came to a small clearing full of cows. "What the fuck?" Dean exclaimed. "I told you part of this was a working cattle ranch." Grant said. We wandered on past them—they paid us no mind. Once beyond the cows and their fragrant piles of manure, we came to fence. Just on the other side was one of the owners that we met the day before. He paid no mind that all four us had nothing but tennis shoes on. Well, I did have on more than shoes—I had the truck keys tied to my wrist. He gave us a complete tour of the property in his own truck. Dean and I rode in the open truck bed while the other two rode in the cab. The owner would stop now and then and talk to us through the back window and tell us about this or that. When the truck started up again mid-tour, Dean reached down and stroked my dick. After that, I remained hard. As the driver stopped a few more times, I wasn't sure if he saw my cock but I didn't hide my erection. When he doubled back to take us to our campsite, he didn't make any more stops until we got there. Dean spit on his hand and started jacking me. Even though we were in a place where it was okay to be naked, I felt it bold to be getting jacked like that. It only took a minute of being jacked for me to shoot my load. It similar to the feeling getting away with jacking off in a public without anyone knowing (like in our late night sexual adventures). As usual, the public jack-off made me cum really fast. Dean brazenly licked my cum off of his fingers as we rode over the bumpy terrain. Once we arrived back, I jumped out first on the same side of the driver and stood beside Dean. My half erect cock was visible to all and the property owner glanced down and winked. I have no idea how much he knew about me having just jacked off behind him in the truck, but the head of my cock still oozed. The tiny drop of cum gleamed in my piss slit like a small pearl under the sun. - - - Grant and Dean volunteered to dress and drive into town and get some fresh ice for the coolers. Ricky and I stayed to watch our stuff and just talked. He brought up the food truck topic again and we tossed some ideas back and forth. I had to admit he got me very hyped about it. Dean's pep talk the night before was very influential as well. "We both have a couple of really artistic husbands, huh?" The word "husband" took me off guard. "Yes, we do." I answered Husband. Not boyfriend. When did that transition take place? I wondered how Dean felt about it. I picked up Dean's sketchbook from the otherwise empty lawn chair and flipped through it to show some drawings to Ricky. Then I came across on that gave me goose bumps. This drawing I had not seen before. It was a drawing of me and Dean obviously made while I was sleeping and him sitting behind me. It was drawn from Dean's viewpoint. In the picture, I was lying on the bed dozing. My head faced away from Dean. On the wall beyond us was the full length mirror. Dean appeared only in the mirror's reflection. My head was turned away from him as I lay on the bed, but in the mirror's reflection I had a slight smile on my face and my eyes were closed. In the mirror, his face his stared straight into whomever would be viewing the drawing. There were smudges here and there where he had erased something lightly but on the whole the details were stunning. He did a great job drawing the muscles in my arms and shadows and lines of his face. The look in his eyes was what got to me the most. "Wow, that's intense!" Ricky said. I looked on the back of the page to see what he had titled it. He wrote the date of when it was drawn and the words, "Still Waiting For My Man." The date was the previous Sunday. I remembered falling asleep that last weekend after getting fucked by Jim on our bed. It was my first fuck with Jim in a quite a while—and not a very satisfying one for me. Dean was sitting on the bed when I woke up but I hadn't noticed that he'd been drawing. "Waiting?" I said aloud. "Waiting for me to be his one and only?" I wondered to myself. Feeling like I had invaded Dean's privacy, I closed the pad quickly and put it back where I'd found it. Just then Dean and Grant came noisily trekking through the trees with the bags of ice and some more soft drinks. I didn't think Ricky had noticed the change in my demeanor, but I felt awkward for several minutes. I watched Dean and Grant pulling their clothes off. I paid no mind to Grant's uncut dick as I had before. I just looked at Dean. Waiting for me was he? He had me! - - - After the camping trip, I was preoccupied with exploring ideas for what we would serve in our proposed food truck. I wasn't too experienced in sweets, so I couldn't think of anything but exotic or crazy flavored donuts. Some kind of Mexican good (but with a unique gimmick or style) was something that appealed to me most. Then I came up with the name, Twisted Tacos. I experimented at home with cooking my own taco shells and came up with an interesting way to shape them. Next I needed to figure out recipes for different types of meats. During my cooking trials and brainstorming, I didn't bother to make sure the guys were all fed at home. Sometimes I cooked dinner, but the rest of the time I was in the kitchen I was trying to develop a tasty taco. I got tired of cleaning up their messes and let them pile up until someone else cleaned them. Grant researched and figured out what equipment we would need as in a portable fryer, freezer, etc. A loan was going to be the only way we would get our idea off the ground, but it was months away from happening. I kept on working full time in the garage and decided to not tell my boss about anything until I was actually ready to start the truck thing. I was on the lookout for some small truck that could be re-purposed for our needs. Dean filled out an application for a government student loan to help him pay for the remainder of his college. Shortly after, the loan was approved and he was ecstatic. The money would be just enough to pay for tuition and books for the next two years. Final exams came for Dean and he did very well. The twins ended their school year with mediocre grades on the other hand. They had no desire as of yet to go to college or a trade school. Just before their school year ended, I surprised them with their first car. The only other time I'd seen them so excited was when they brought the dogs home for the first time. The car ran well, but it looked a sight. They didn't care at all about it's appearance—they were so happy. They went the next day and took their Driver's tests and got their licenses. When summer began, Curt and Jeff quit their grocery and fast food jobs and got hired by a local construction company. They were able to ride together and the burden of driving them around was lifted from Dean and me. I was glad to help them, but in the end I did it for mainly for me. June began feeling as if it were already August—extremely hot and humid. Jim entertained the idea of buying an above ground pool for us all, but end the end the cost was too high. We stayed inside most all the time except for going out to play with the dogs. In the evenings I often got restless until Dean got home from work or school. Now and then when I felt Jim was in the mood for sex, I pretended I was sleepy and went to bed early (or made some other excuse). I did it because I was hearing him on the phone with that woman again. He wasn't trying to hide it, but something in me was repelled by the notion of him having sex with a woman on the side. One evening he told me that his woman was coming over. I knew he was hinting at having me watch them like I did before. He enjoyed being watched I gathered, but if he wasn't having sex with a man I had no interest in seeing it. I told him I had plans with Grant and Ricky. Instead, I just went to the gym and worked out for a couple of hours. Sometimes it was nice to go to the gym and take forever to do my routine. Maybe it was a form of meditation for me...I don't know. I completed one set at a time and moved around to different machines and free weights. I concentrated on form and not the quantity of repetitions. In the past I spent a lot of time ogling the eye candy there, but not that night. As I was doing some curls, I looked at myself in the reflection of the wall that was covered with mirrors. Jim's words from months ago ran through my mind. He'd basically had told me that my feelings for him were stuff of a teenage crush. I had thought his point was that I was so young that our threesome was a novelty and that the thrill would wear off for me. I moved to a bench to work on my chest. I put on my gloves and grabbed the bar above me. There was no one there to spot for me, so I breathed in deeply in preparation for just a single press. Before doing so, I thought that maybe Jim wasn't trying to prepare me for my "crush" bubble being popped but was trying to let me down easily because HE didn't want the commitment. Then I sat up. "Maybe he's the one that doesn't want to commit," I thought to myself. He was at home fucking that woman. The truth was he loved pussy and dick equally. That was never going to change. It was like a closeted gay guy marrying a woman when in the back of his mind he would always be craving dick. Asking him to commit to just me and Dean was against his sexual nature. While I told him I was okay with his female visitor...well, I wasn't. I lay back down on the bench and pondered that realization through a few more chest presses. Just then, a cute black guy walked over and offered to spot for me. I finished my reps quickly without fear of hurting myself. I thanked him and then went to do some crunches on the mats. As I sat there doing crunches in the corner of the gym, I felt like a weight had been lifted (besides the huge barbell I'd just left behind). I felt a calmness I hadn't felt in ages. After I did some stretches, I went to the locker and got my stuff and headed home. I didn't bother with the usual shower. Who cared if there were hot naked guys in there. I had me one at home. My husband, Dean. - - - On the day before the fourth of July holiday, I was in Home Depot buying some wood with Charlie. He and I were going to build mom a small deck in their backyard in the weeks to come. When Charlie was ordering the wood at a counter, I was idly looking at some shelving that I bet could be placed in a food truck for storage. Two men were standing near me talking. They were obviously a gay couple. They both had salt and pepper hair, looked to be in their fifties, and were slightly effeminate despite their masculine, toned bodies. I was half listening to them talking but was looking at the shelving. "Excuse me bud, but which of these do you like better?" one of them asked me. I was taken off guard. Each was holding up a piece of laminate flooring. One was darker than the other. "Well, I like the lighter one, but the darker one looks good too." They laughed. "Smart move to not take sides!" one of them joked. "We're trying to remodel a garage apartment. It's so outdated!" "Don't go blaming my mom, you didn't want to pull up that shag carpet when I asked you to!" the other said. I grinned and just nodded. I don't know why I asked them such a question...two strangers, but I did. "How long have you two been married?" I asked bluntly. The taller one answered me immediately. "Twenty four years come August!" he said with pride. His partner patted him on the shoulder and smiled. I heard Charlie still talking to the guy at the counter. "Well, y'all got several years on us." I said. "That your boyfriend over there?" the other asked. "Oh no, that's my step dad!" I said with my face blushing. "Well hey, we're not one to judge if he was!" "No, my boyfriend and I have been together for a few years. I didn't mean to be so nosey." "No worries, cutie!" one of them said. Just then Charlie came over to me and told me that the wood was paid for and would be delivered on the next weekend. I nodded to the two gentlemen and we walked off. As we reached the cashier for Charlie to purchase the order of wood, one of the guys came up behind me. "Say, would the two of you be looking for an apartment?" He told me quickly that their garage apartment was not nearby but was in an area between that store and Fort Worth. "We were over here today visiting someone. We don't live over here. Let me give you my business card. We should be done with renovations soon, but you can look at it anytime." They introduced themselves a Ken and James. I told them I'd talk to my boyfriend about it. However, I kind of blew off their offer as I left the store and drove back to mom's with Charlie. When we got there, mom fed us lunch and I visited for an hour or so. I was going to bring up my food truck idea, but decided not to at the last minute. Motherly advice was likely to be filled with a lot worries instead of tips. When I got home that afternoon, I called my dad and tossed the ideas at him. He didn't say to do it or not to do it. He recommended thinking everything through carefully and for us to have a back-up plan. He commended me on my desire to have my own business but told me nothing was done without risks. Without him saying so outright, I felt he was supportive of the venture. He also recommended me not telling my mother about it right away. Dad was so wise. - - - That evening, Dean washed our clothes. He came to me in the living room with the card in his hand. "I cleared your shorts pockets and found this—are you filing for divorce?" he said with a subtle grin. I looked at the card that Ken gave me. It said, "Ken Groves, Divorce Lawyer". I had a good laugh before explaining to Dean how I acquired it. I told him about the offer to look at their garage apartment and then tossed the card aside. "Why don't we go look at?" he asked. "You really want to move out?" "It won't hurt to just go and look." He added. "Okay, I'll call him on Monday." - - - On Tuesday we had an appointment to meet James and see the apartment. Their home was located about fifteen minutes away from ours. It was located in an area where the suburbs had taken over several years ago around their small, old fashioned neighborhood. They lived in a large three bedroom ranch style house. Within the backyard was a pool and beyond that was the apartment. "You see this was the only garage years ago when the house was built. After we bought it, we had a garage built onto the house. This apartment was originally a one car garage with an attic. We made the upper portion into a living space for Ken's mother. Later on, we converted the bottom floor into a kitchen and living room for her and made the upstairs just a bedroom. It's self contained, but small. Tenants will have to park in the alley or on the street out front." After his explanation we walked through a side gate in the backyard and past the pool. He took out his keys and opened the door. "Like I said, right now it's a mess." Just inside there was hideous orange shag carpet. A steep stairway rose a few feet past the entry way and led up to the bedroom. The kitchen tile had been pulled up and there was only concrete. The stove and refrigerator was avocado green and had seen better days. Upstairs was empty and just the wooden sub flooring was exposed. All of the walls were a dingy off white color. There was an odor indicating years of nicotine and cigarette smoke. "We'll be painting this weekend. The downstairs may stay concrete with just a glaze or overlay on it. Laminate flooring is going to be laid upstairs. New appliances won't come until we save up some more money. The rest of the place would be a blank slate for the tenant to decorate as they want." He stated a proposed rental price which included utilities and asked us what we thought. "We'll take it!" Dean said. "What?" I asked I was taken aback by his words. Sensing an awkward moment, James excused himself. "Hey guys, I'll be out there cleaning the pool. Just lock up when you go." I looked at Dean again. His look was intense—like in the drawing of his face in the mirror. "You're serious huh?" I said. "Yeah. I think it's time we pursued our own lives together...don't you?" I sat down on the stairs in front of him. "How are we going to afford it? And what about your college...and my food truck?" "I don't spend any money on anything but food or art supplies. The two of us pay rent to Jim plus our share of the bills. That money would go to our rent here. That leaves our own expenses like the cell phone and internet. I can get rid of my phone if needed. I got my loan to cover college and Ricky and you seem to have your truck thing worked out. He qualified for the loan." I countered Dean's list with reasons for not doing it. He challenged them all. "Look, you and I gotta live our own lives sooner or later. Jim bought that property...not us. He's been lucky he's had us to help out but it's not our responsibility. Curt and Jeff are his responsibility...not yours. We don't have any privacy there." I just stood up and looked out at the window. "It isn't going to be easy, David. Life isn't easy, but we got each other. We'll have food and a roof over our heads. The small things will take care of themselves." I turned around and looked into his burning gaze. "What the fuck are you waiting for? Go tell that dude we accept if he does!" I blurted out. He grabbed me hard and kissed me. He didn't let go for a long time. - - - It's Autumn now. We've been moved in for two months. Dean's been busy decorating, going to school, and working hard at his regular job. He's also taken a part time job tutoring kids in Math. I'm working weekdays at the garage and working on our food truck on the weekend. We bought it at an auction. Our menu is nearly finalized and Ricky has received a $10,000.00 loan from the bank. We know what equipment we need—it's just a matter of finding it used or at a good price. I've been reading cookbooks, watching tons of videos, and even attended cooking seminars. Jim and the boys are having their own adventures. Curt and Jeff now have their own rooms for the first time in their lives and are savoring it. Jim and I have not had sex since we moved out. I am content with having just one lover in my life. In our bedroom upstairs is that drawing of Dean staring into the mirror. It's now framed and is the focal point of the room. He's no longer waiting though...I'm all his. ---The End--- Please consider a donation to Nifty.org so that you can continue to get on stories like this! Thank you everyone for reading this story and for faithfully following it to its conclusion!