Date: Sun, 17 Feb 2013 15:40:49 -0600
From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: My Twisted Boyfriend Pt 4

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My Twisted Boyfriend (sequel to Twisted Next Door Neighbors) PT 4

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

During the week after my visit with Dean, I was craving some pot, but
I'd already smoked what he'd left me in the Ziploc bag.  I knew he
must have a stash there at home someplace.  The second night I spent
watching the twins was when I was craving it the most.  I texted him
and asked him to tell me where it was while one twin was sucking me
and the other was rubbing my feet.  He immediately texted a return
message revealing his hiding place.  It was in a place that no one
would ever look...inside the vacuum cleaner!

The twins took my load and went off to do their own thing.  Later, I
found the baggy taped inside the vacuum cleaner where the filter and
vacuum bag was.  I put it in my backpack to take home later.  The
marijuana wasn't rolled and I didn't have a pipe.  The next day I
ended up having to drive out of town just to find a store that carried
papers to roll it.

Awkwardly, I asked the guy at the counter how to "roll'em up."  He
looked amused.

"Well, sir, you have to purchase some tobacco for me to show you."

I had no clue what he was talking about until I saw many glass
containers in the display with different types of smoking tobaccos for
cigarettes and pipes.  Of course he wasn't going to acknowledge they
were selling paraphernalia so I played along.

"Which one is the cheapest?"

He pointed to the one at the end.

"I'll buy enough for you to show me."

I paid for the papers and tobacco.  The guy showed me how to roll it
and I assumed it would be the same for weed.  I got home and tried it
and didn't do so well.  I ended up finding some videos online that
showed you exactly how to do it and with the real thing.  I wasted
four bucks on that damn tobacco.

On my day off I got stoned and sat naked watching porn online all day
and used the dildo a couple of times.  In between I ate a ton of food.
 I pretended to be napping when mom got home but I was still fucked up
and just avoided her.  That evening I got a call from Dean.

"Hey sexy, what's up?" I said.

"Just taking a break before I go back to the computer lab.  My damn
laptop isn't working.  I might have to take it in."

"I'm sorry man."

"Well, it's under warranty.  I'm not worried.  So how are you?"

I said, "Well, I'm still buzzing on your weed right now.  I've jacked
off twice today and am laying here naked thinking about doing it
again.  I've got another joint rolled but I think I'm too fucked up to
do anymore."

"I wish I was there seeing you stoned and naked.  I miss the days when
we were running around naked outside all day.  That was the bomb."

"Yeah, I love being naked."

"I still think you should tell your mom you're a nudist and see what
she thinks," he told me.

I sighed.  "I don't think so dude."

"No, really.  I mean...hasn't she caught you naked at least once.  You
know like you getting up in the middle of the night for a snack or
something?"

"No."

"Well, I bet she wouldn't mind.  You can't tell me she wouldn't be
turned on by seeing a hot muscular naked guy in her kitchen eating
cereal or stretched out naked on the couch dozing.  Just because she's
your mom I can't believe she's never checked your body out...always
running around in shorts and underwear.

I was getting a little irked by the way he was talking.

"I bet it would make your mom's pussy wet!"

"Fuck you man...just because you come from a twisted, screwed up family
of perverts that fuck anything that breathes doesn't mean--

I stopped mid-sentence.  That was the wrong thing to have said.

"Listen here, Mr. normal and perfect...my family is cool enough to have
no problems with expressing who they are and are living their life as
they want.  We don't have all the hang-ups other people do.  Fuck
anyone who doesn't approve!  You have no right to judge us.  I don't
see you stopping yourself from fucking the jailbait next door!"

The call went silent.  He hung up.

"Oh my fucking god...I'm such a dumbass!" I said out loud to myself.

I started pacing the room and my stomach knotted up.   I wondered why
I had said something so stupid.  Well, he pushed my buttons talking
lewdly about my mom, but I knew from experience saying something like
that would set him off.

I tried calling back five times and I went to his voice mail.  He
probably turned his phone off.   In my stoned stupor, I actually got
dressed and thought I was going to drive to his dorm and apologize.  I
got out the back door and felt like I was spinning and sat down on the
steps.  I just sat there for a long time thinking.  I finally thought
rationally and figured I'd just wait it out and talk to him after
things cooled down.  In the meantime, I went back inside and wrote a
long apology email and went to bed.  I tossed and turned that night
and dreamt about my parents getting arrested for fucking in public
just before the alarm went off.

I woke up stiff and tired.  I didn't want to go to work.  The kitchen
was filled with blindingly filled with sunshine.  All I could think
about was our fight on the phone the night before.  I tried calling
again and Dean answered.  I had awakened him.

"Hello," he said sleepily.

"Babe, I'm sorry.  I said a stupid thing."

It was quiet for a minute and I thought he hung up again.  Then I
heard him snoring.  I hung up and called back.  This time he sounded
more awake.

"What's up?" he said as he answered.

"Did you get my email?"

"Yeah, it's all good dude."

It was quiet again and I feared he was gonna nod off again.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too," he said groggily.

"Go back to bed.  Again, I'm sorry."

"Good night," he said.

I heard the phone slide away and then heard him snoring again.  I just
listened to the sound of him for several minutes before hanging up.

- - -

Work took my mind off things.  I was glad I'd called Dean or it would
have been a long day full of worry about the fight.  During my shift,
we had only one rescue call and it was a pain in the ass.  When I
finally got back, I tried to make the day go by quickly, but closing
time couldn't come fast enough.

Driving home, I thought I'd have me a quick smoke after dinner.  I
needed to relax.  On the other hand, I considered that smoking pot had
made me talk a fool in the first place to Dean.  Well, I'd be more
careful going forward.

I passed the new park on my way out of town and saw a huge amount of
Latino men playing soccer.  I drove slowly to pass the park after I
saw several young black, white, and Latino guys playing basketball.
Most were shirtless and gleaming with sweat.  My dick hardened in my
pants.

The park was not fenced and had a small drive that went around its
perimeter.  There were old homes a few blocks away and a school across
the street.  I parked on the opposite end from the school and sat
there in my car watching the hot guys shooting baskets.  Horniness got
the best of me and I pulled out my cock and began jacking it.  I put
my cell phone next to my ear and pretended to be talking on it.  No
one was parked near me and no houses could see inside my car.  Despite
that, just knowing I was doing it in a public place was a major turn
on.

I watched the guys play for almost ten minutes before I just couldn't
take it anymore.  I fantasized that all of them dragged me to the back
of the school yard gang fucked me.  I started spewing and shot my load
onto the floor mat.

I wiped my hand on my dirty uniform shirt and zipped up.  I took a
quick photo of the guys on my phone and hauled ass home.

- - -

After dinner, I was ready for my smoke.  I got out my lighter and went
to my sock drawer.  I'd hidden the bag of weed in one of my storage
containers, but I'd left the freshly rolled joint in my sock drawer
just before my fight with Dean.  I dumped the whole drawer onto the
bed when I didn't see it right away.  I dug through the socks and
instead found a half smoked joint!

I was about to go next door and kick the ass of whomever sneaked into
our place and smoked my joint.  Then I remembered that the twins were
spending a couple of nights with their school buddy's family.  The
family was to take them to and from school each day--they weren't even
home.  I thought hard about it.  I was a hundred percent sure that I'd
left a fresh one there.  I even mentioned it to Dean on the phone.

I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a coke.  My mind was
reeling...could it be?  Just then, mom walked in from the spare bedroom
which she used as an office. She had been there paying bills or
something.

"Hey babe, you eating again?  Where do you put it all?"

"Naw, mom.  I'm just getting a coke."

She went about her business and looked around in the fridge and pulled
out a beer.  As she was pulling the bottle cap off, I took my chance
and asked her about it.

"Were you in my room for any reason, mom?  Did you put any clothes
away or go through any drawers."

She put her beer down on the counter and raised and eyebrow

"Why do you ask?"

She put one hand on her hip and was looking a little irritated.

"Well, I wondered..." I stuttered.

"Yes, Dave.  We're both adults here.  I smoked your pot!

I just sat there and blinked in surprise.

"I had one the worse days ever at work.  And if you didn't wait four
damned days to come get your clothes that you washed and put in the
dryer and put them away yourself, I wouldn't have needed to go in your
room.  I saw it there and I smoked it.  So there!"

I was stunned.  She didn't mince words at all.  She sat there tapping
her fingers on the counter next to her beer.

"Okay," I said.

"Yes, and I don't know who you bought it from, but you can get in
trouble just as easy for buying it from an undercover cop just anyone
can for selling it."

I was about to say I didn't buy it and got it from Dean, but held my tongue.

"I won't tell your dad about you having pot in the house.  You know
he'd be mad as hell at you if he heard you were smoking it again."

She walked off with her beer to go watch TV.  Once I heard her door
shut, I sneaked out the back door with my phone.  After dialing
quickly, he answered and I began telling him what just happened.

"Oh my god," I laughed, "you're gonna get a hoot out of this one dad!"

- - -

When Friday rolled around, I called Dean and asked him if he wanted me
to drive down to see him again.

"Dude, I always want to see you. I'm gonna be getting a new roommate
tomorrow.  They're leaving me here in this room but I have to share
it.  I don't know anything about this new guy yet.'

"Okay, well maybe we can spend the day together at the lake or
something," I suggested.

"I can't get away for too long, I still don't have my laptop back and
I have to do all my assignments in the fuckin' computer lab."

My heart was sinking.  I really wanted to be with him.

"Why don't you drive up right now and call in sick tomorrow.  We'd
have all night together." he suggested.

"Naw man, let's wait and plan this better.  I'll get us a motel room
or something if we need it to be alone some other time.  Let's plan
ahead so you can make sure all your assignments and shit is done ahead
of time."

"Deal!" he said.

"Have you jacked off yet today? He asked.

"Not yet," I replied.

"Well let's take care of that right now..."

We had phone sex for the next hour with him talking nasty to me and me
just listening and saying "yes" or "no" so my mom wouldn't hear.

"Yeah, you're gonna go back and take more photos of those basketball
studs until they catch on (I'd sent him the hot photo I'd taken before
in a text message).  Yeah, they'll notice the hot guy in his car
beating off every day watching them.  They're gonna sneak up on you
and car jack you...take you to their house in the woods and fuck your
brains out.  You'll get used and abused..."

His talk was pushing all my buttons.  I kept edging and holding my
orgasm until I was at my limit.  Finally, I shot my load all over the
place.  Despite trying to be quiet, I moaned into the phone and
breathed hard.

"Dude, I just came hearing you cum.  Just the sound you make while
your shoot your load is enough to make me cum when I'm beating off on
the phone with you.  I love you." He told me.

"Me too.  Call me tomorrow."

I hung up, wiped my cum on my chest, and went to sleep.

- - -

At work Saturday morning, I ran into Kyle (who also went by the nick
name Karl).  He was in the garage getting his car inspected.  I saw
him in the lobby through a glass window from the garage and went to go
say hello to him.

"Whoa!  Look at you dude.  I want that shirt!  It's so blue collar hot!"

He spoke kind of loud and I gently pulled him to a corner.

"What's up man?" I asked.

He began to tell me about his summer trip to Germany with his family
and stuff.  As he talked, I couldn't help noticing him looking down at
my crotch and then looking back up.  Was he flirting with me?  Wearing
some summer shorts and a yellow tank top, he looked more like a
California surfer dude than the punk rocker from high school.  I
noticed some tats on his upper arm.  His nose ring was missing.

The garage guys had a relaxed attitude about visitors and taking
breaks, but I needed to get back out to the car I was working on and
hinted that I had to get back.

"Well, it was cool to see you.  Let's hang out soon.  You wanna go clubbin'?"

"I'm not really into that scene.  It was fun a few times.  Not as fun
without Dean." I replied.

"Hey, no worries, we can just go hear some live band or something.
What's your number?

He put me on the spot, so I gave him my number and I walked back out
to the garage.  I finished working on the car and then began working
on the next one, then another, etc.  The weather had turned cooler and
over all it was a great day at work.

While driving home, I got a text from Kyle asking me to go hear a band
that evening.  I figured it would be better than watching boring TV at
home.  My plans to see Dean didn't work out so I needed something fun
to do.  I sent a text back and accepted his invitation.

That night, he came to my place and picked me up.  We drove into
Dallas and arrived in the area with all of the alternative music clubs
and crowds.  The average person seemed to be in their twenties.  There
was a mix of grunge, Goths, club kids, rednecks, tourists, etc.
Parking was a mess and I was shocked at how much it cost to park there
for the evening.

"Welcome to the city!" Kyle said.

"Well, I lived in Dallas before my dad moved to Houston, but I never
knew any of these places existed as a kid." I told him.  "We lived out
in the suburbs."

"Well, I can show you some cool people and places," he said.

We got out of his car and walked into the club.  We had to get our
hands stamped and wear a wristband indicating we were under the
drinking age.  Inside, it was full of incredibly hot straight guys of
all types, mainly rough looking punk types.  There were many females,
but paid them no attention.  Kyle seemed to really be in his element.
He'd dressed up like he did for school but was a little more extreme.
His nose ring was in and his hair was gelled up crazy.  Me...well, I'd
simply worn a white t-shirt and jeans with a skull necklace that I'd
snagged from Dean during the summer.  I had on my old Black Doc
Martens.

The band that he wanted to hear was up first.  They came out and
pounded our ears with their hard metal and industrial sound.  It was
awesome.  I was right there jamming with him through all their songs
until their set was over an hour later.  After the music stopped, we
were both hot and sweaty, but in a good mood.  He nodded me to follow
him outside.

"We can get back in if we want to come back later.  I want you to meet
some friends."

The area we were in consisted of three streets—mainly old industrial
buildings that had evolved into a popular nightspot.  There were lots
of shops with artsy and kitschy stuff.  Vintage and Goth clothing
stores were here and there along with tattoo shops, bars, a strange
book store, etc.  We walked three blocks and went around the corner to
a spot that looked kind of dangerous.  I was looking for some thug to
stagger out of an alley.  We walked up to a metal door and he pressed
a button by a speaker.

"Who is it?" said a female voice.

"Kyle," he said.

We heard a buzz and he opened the huge door.  We walked up a grim and
dank stairwell.  At the top of the stairs, we went down an even
bleaker hallway with tiny bare bulbs above for light.  He knocked on
another metal door and the light from the peephole blinked.  The door
opened and a pretty Goth girl came into the hallway.

"Heyyyy!" she said and hugged him.

"Who is this sexy guy?" she said.

She snuggled next to me and grabbed my ass.

"Bitch keep your hands off...he's not straight at all." he laughed.

She pulled us into a huge loft area that had high ceilings and lots of
open space.   I kind of gasped as I looked around. The floor was
concrete and was polished with a glossy sheen.  Artsy furniture was
all over.  Huge abstract paintings were hung on brick walls.  I was
amazed by it all...then I felt a little embarrassed by my reaction.

There was a dude with jet black hair and a goatee on the couch with a bong.

"Yo!" he said and waved to us.

Kyle introduced them as Stephanie and Chuck, two friends he'd met
there in that bar district a year before.  I felt like a country hick
while talking to them.  Their place was cool as shit, but I was
intimidated.  Due to that, I barely said a word the whole time.  Kyle
seemed more like them—more hip than me.

Chuck waved us over to take hits from his bong.  I was a little
reluctant knowing that Kyle had to drive us back a long way home
later.  Still, I went with the flow and took a few hits.

"What is this?" I asked.

Chuck called it by some name...it was some Dutch blah blah marijuana
that was uniquely grown.  His voice trailed off and I was hit with the
effects of it instantly.  This was no regular weed.  It was some kind
of engineered, specially grown stuff.  It knocked me on my ass fast.

I had a great buzz for the next half hour.   Kyle took the bong again
but I declined.  They rambled and talked about people that I didn't
know, music, etc.  If it weren't for my buzz, I'd have been bored.

"Let me show you the rest of the place," Kyle said as he stood up
later in the hour.

We walked through a few rooms and he showed me Chuck's art studio.
There were all kinds of metal parts around and a welding set.  It was
an impressive workshop.  Next, I was led up a spiral staircase to a
rooftop area.  Once on top, we had the view of the city skyline.  The
rooftop was dark.

"Wow, this is badass!" I marveled.

I turned to face him.

"You're so cute when you're excited and amazed."

I just tried to laugh and brush it off, but he put his hand under my
chin and moved to kiss me before I could react.  I pulled away fast.

"No dude, I've got a boyfriend.  Supposedly you're Dean's friend...what
are you thinking?"

He laughed.

"I know man, but he's so far away.  You gotta be horny.   Let's just
have some fun up here."

"I can't," I said.

"I'd like to suck that dick, but how about we just get naked up here
together and rub one out together, huh?"

"I can't dude...no."

He sighed and looked my body up and down shaking his head.

"Suit yourself!"

He walked on back toward the steps to the stairwell and we walked down
to meet with Chuck and Stephanie again.  Chuck was passed out on the
couch.  Stephanie was typing on a laptop with headphones oblivious to
us.  We walked past them and left.

"I wanna head back home," I said.

The mood was blown for me know.  The thought of getting it on with
Kyle on a city rooftop was hot as hell, but I wasn't going to do it
with one of Dean's friends.

"Dude, it's just a little after midnight...the night is just starting."

He stumbled as he spoke that last word.  I grabbed his arm so he
didn't fall on his face.

"Toss me your keys, bro, I'm gonna drive us back."

After some rambling, he finally gave in and handed me his car keys.
We walked back to his car and drove out of the city.  Going the speed
limit, our trip took an hour to get back home.  I wasn't going to
chance it by speeding and getting pulled over in our state.  He'd been
singing to the radio for the first fifteen minutes or so and then
abruptly went quiet.  He didn't speak for a long time...which was a
blessing.  We drove on and just the radio played.  Ten minutes from
home, he spoke.

"Oh man.  Did I really ask you to fuck back there?"

"Yeah, more or less."

"I'm really sorry.  I just get really uninhibited when I get stoned.
I just say whatever."

"It's done, dude," I said.

When we got back to my car, I was hesitant to let him drive home, but
he insisted.  He only lived ten minutes away.  I asked him to text me
when he got home.

"That's so sweet of you to worry.  I mean it.  I'm so jealous of you
and Dean...you happy coupled motherfuckers."

He laughed and rubbed his sleepy eyes.  I was tired and wanted him to
just hurry and get the hell home.  I quietly slipped inside, but mom
was up watching TV and reading a book.

"You're up late!"  I told her.

"Yeah, I had a dream you were in a wreck.  Then I couldn't sleep until
you got home.  I'm always gonna worry."

She came over and kissed me on the forehead.

"I'm gonna go try again.  You get some rest, honey."

"Good night, mom."

Just then the text came from Kyle stating that he was home.  I went to
my room, stripped, and collapsed on the bed.

- - -

At five in the morning, I was startled and jumped up in my bed after I
head a knock at the window.  I pulled the curtain to see Dean in the
dark.  I slid the window open.

"Go around back."

Still naked, I peeped around and didn't see my mom.  So, I stepped
into the kitchen and quietly opened the back door.  Dean popped inside
and put his arms around me tightly.

He said in almost a whisper with his mouth next to my ear, "I couldn't
sleep thinking about you."

"That makes two of you," I answered trying to keep my voice low.

"Everything okay?" I heard mom call from down the hall.

I scrambled to move back to my room. I was naked in the open.

"Yeah mom, Dean's here."

"Okay," she answered from her room.

I tried to move back into my room but Dean held me there next to the
wall by the back door teasingly.

"Come one dude, I'm naked!" I whispered in a panic.

He just laughed.

"I know!"

He tried to pull my arms behind me with no way to cover my crotch if
she came out of her room.

"Let go dude, my mom's gonna see us!"

"I know! Haha!"

I slid from his grip and hopped away.  Once we were back in my room I
slapped him hard on the ass.

"I'm gonna get you back fucker!" I laughed.

We embraced and kissed passionately.  He smelled like an ashtray but I
was so glad to see him that I didn't care.  We heard my mom going out
the door and leaving for work.  Dean started stripping off his clothes
and we rolled all over the bed in an animalistic frenzy.  Inspired by
my fuck with Jim, I let Dean have it the same way.  I fucked him for
over an hour in all kinds of positions.  I let him cum once and kept
on drilling him like Jim did to me. After I shot my load and it was
all over, we were totally spent.

"God damn...I'll have to come home unexpected more often.  That was one
hot fuck, stud!"

He stuck his finger in his ass then licked the cum off of it.

"Mmmm," he said.  "You want a cream pie?"

I was clueless for a minute and then realized what he meant.  I rolled
him over and softly ate his reamed hole.  I sucked out all of my cum
and made out with his succulent, puckered anus.  Once I was done, he
pulled me into a hard kiss.   We kissed until we were too tired and
fell sleep in each others arms.

Lying there as we woke up sometime around one o'clock, I played with
his nipple rings.

"I'm so glad you came."

"You look sexy in the sheets like this.  Can I take a picture?"

"Okay," I said.

He grabbed my iphone and clicked the button to clear the screen lock.
He looked at it funny for a minute.

"Who's this from?  From one in the morning, it says `I'm home, thanks
for tonight.'"

I rolled my eyes.

"It's not what you think."

I told him the whole story about running into Kyle at work then being
invited to hear the band play.  I told him we went to his friends
place and he got too stoned to drive home.

"I don't want you to hang with him." He said in a deep and serious
voice. "I need a cigarette."

He pulled on his shorts and I pulled on my boxers.  I followed him to
the back door and we sat on the wooden steps with silence for couple
of minutes.

"You're really jealous of that guy?" I tried to joke.

"Are you really that naïve, Dave?  Seriously.  He can't ever keep his
eyes off you.  At school he leered at you...even more so when I caught
him doing it.  I only hung around him for Miranda.  I know he wanted
to fuck you the night at the club on your birthday.  Tell me you
really don't have a clue."

I didn't speak right away.

"He came on to me.  I told him no."

"That fucking bastard".  He put his hot, lit cigarette out on the
wooden step with his bare foot and then kicked it away—staring at me
while he did it.

"Keep away from him," was all he said about that topic again.

- - -

Dean ate lunch with me at my house and then I let him log on to his
college website.  He stuck a flash drive into the computer and
finished whatever assignment he had to have completed by the next day.
 He'd brought some books with him and was typing out some study notes.
 I didn't feel ignored at all this time around; it was nice just
having his body there.  When he finally finished, I fucked him again
quickly before mom got home.  Nothing was said about Kyle at all.  I
felt he trusted me, but I felt he looked at me as gullible and naïve.

He left as mom drove up.  He wanted to see his family before he left.
Mom greeted him with her customary hug and kiss on the forehead.  He
looked back at me and winked.  All was good...but I knew he'd be keeping
a closer eye on me going forward.

To be continued

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