Date: Sun, 24 Feb 2013 12:02:37 -0600
From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: My Twisted Boyfriend PT 5

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My Twisted Boyfriend (sequel to Twisted Next Door Neighbors) PT 5

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

September slowly faded into October and we finally had cooler
temperatures.  We finally got some much needed rain, but not enough to
end the draught.  Whenever it did rain, there were threats of
tornados.  Thunderstorms also brought the threat of wildfires from
lightning strikes.  We were lucky we weren't affected.  One of the
pastures that Dean and I used to run by in our first summer together
caught on fire and burned to a crisp.  A family lost their home;
luckily they were out of town.

Other fields and pastures were being cleared for new neighborhoods.
Roads all around were getting resurfaced or widened.  The gas station
and convenience store where Dean got his cigarettes (and who knows
what else) was closing after a huge Chevron station (with a store)
opened across the road from it.  The entire intersection there was
being cleared for a new grocery store and shopping strip.

My mom wasn't happy about the suburbs encroaching on our formerly
hidden, rural trailer park.  I was indifferent.  While I missed the
freedom of sneaking around naked and having sex outside and all, I
couldn't wait to have a grocery store that wasn't five miles away.
One negative thing was that traffic was busier on the rural road and
was a pain in the ass for jogging, bike riding, etc.  It was
especially a pain for the twins to go roller-blading and
skateboarding.

The building of the new gym down the street from my job was quickly
going up.  According to rumors, a mall was going to be built a couple
of towns over.  Regarding the towns, when I moved there each of the
small towns had a small "downtown" area that had been there forever.
It was easy to tell when you'd left one town and entered another
because of the rural areas in between.  Now, the borders of the towns
were less obvious as housing and commercial development invaded.

The threat of the property owner selling the trailer park still loomed
over us.  Jim had talked to him when he made a monthly appearance in
the park to check on it one day.  The little old man said he'd not yet
decided if he wanted to sell.  If he did, then eventually the
remaining four trailers including Jim's and my Mom's would have to be
moved somewhere else.

At work, the "rescue service" stayed semi-busy.  With the weather
turning cooler, there weren't any overheated radiators to tend to.  We
mostly took care of flat tires and people who let their gas tank go
empty and just needed a couple gallons of gas in their tank.  Debra
felt whatever the issue was, the customer was going make an
association with the garage that "bailed their butt out of trouble"
when it came time for real repairs.  I was proud to have suggested it
and to help implement it in the first place.

In the middle of October, I had called around to all the mechanic
schools in the area.  The two with the supposedly lowest costs didn't
have a good reputation (based on online reviews).  The trade school
with the best reputation was in Fort Worth, a distance as far as
Dallas.  I called the school and made an appointment to tour it.
Debra gave the one in Fort Worth good comments when I brought it up.
My appointment was scheduled for the day before Halloween.

Throughout the month of October, Dean and I stayed in constant
communication, but he never had time to drive home.  I drove down with
Jim and the twins to celebrate his birthday, but the trip there and
back was done in a single day.  His school work became busier than
before.  In addition to studying, he had to work 3 evenings a week in
the library as part of his financial aid.  We communicated by phone,
email, text, instant messaging, the works.  We made time to jack off
together on cam once a week.  It was hot, but I craved physical
contact.

Jim experienced delays with switching to an evening shift.  I ended up
spending a few nights out of each week with the twins and got paid for
it.  On some nights, mom asked them for dinner and they stayed over
and slept on the sofa bed in the living room.  If I didn't spend the
night, I did go check on them.  It was hard to leave without one or
both of them offering sex to me every time.  Some days I was too
tired.

While they were so eager to take care of my sexual needs, a strange
little rift of competition rose between them for my affections.  There
was no hatefulness between them; they just didn't want to share me.
One or the other would come to me while I was watching TV or napping
in Dean's room and initiate sex without the other.  Then the other
would seem a little miffed.  I felt they were just exploring their
individuality after a lifetime of being twins and doing everything
together.

Dean, always being mischievous, tempted me to play one off the other
to see who could get me off the most.  I didn't think that was very
fair.  He had called me the night before I toured the school.

"Hell man, milk it," he said.  "You got two personal cocksuckers at
your beck and call.  They'll bend over for you in a heartbeat.'

"You're such an ass!" I laughed.

"Hell, I spent years fussing and fighting with those two until they
got nearly my size.  After our fist fights stopped and they discovered
sex with me, I used them too.  You should know--you watched us in the
window!"

My face went red even though it was old news.

"You saw me?" I asked.

"No, but I figured you were doing it.  You already had busted me at
watching you."

I fondly remembered out first crazy summer together.

"Anyway, if you think it's mean to play them off each other, then make
them schedules or something.  On even days, Curt gets topped and Jeff
sucks dick, on odd numbered days, Curt—"

"Shut up!" I laughed.

He paused and said, "I missed you sexy."

"I miss you too.  When do you want me to drive down again?"

"I don't know.  My third roommate is moving in tomorrow, " he said.

"What? Another?" I said.

"Yeah, Greg was a fuckin' prick anyway.  I am hoping for a quiet
nerdling who will mind his own business and will never be in the room
all the fucking time like Greg.  He would never leave and had his
asshole jock friends over all the time.  I got major homophobic vibes
and I never even told him I was gay.  To piss him off, I almost
started jerking right there in front of him the other night.  He
already bitched about me sleeping naked.  I put on shorts when I got
up.  Why was he looking anyway?  Asshole..."

Instead of being jealous, I was turned on by the thought of Dean
jacking off openly in his dorm room to piss that dude off.

"You look wasted," I said.  "And your face is looking thinner.  Are
you eating enough?"

"Yeah, mother, I'm eating.  I just have to keep on top of all my
assignments and study hard.  I want to make good grades like I did in
high school, but they whoop my ass here.

"I gotta get to bed.  Get some rest and don't overdo it."

"Make sure you jack off before you go to bed and think of me fucking
you!"  he said sexily.

"Of course!"

I hung up and played with my dick.  As usual, I was already half hard
from just talking to him.  I stroked my ball sac and gently squeezed
it.  I spit on my hand and started massaging the head of my cock.  I
played with my piss slit and teased it.  I stuck the middle finger of
my other hand into my mouth and lubed it up.  I quickly slid it into
my asshole and fingered it  I jacked off faster and faster.  I kept
thinking of Dean's dickhead roommate coming in with his friends and
finding Dean naked.  To piss them off, I imagined Dean would start
wanking in front of them.  As they watched, they would get turned on
and one of Greg's friends would pull out his cock and start jacking.
The others would follow and then they would all shoot loads onto
Dean's face as he shot his own load.

I came really hard and was out of breath after I finished.  I wiped my
cum on my belly and cleaned my finger off with a dirty sock.   I
turned out the light and rolled over.  Maybe it was good that Dean was
getting a new roommate after all!

- - -

I drove into Fort Worth the next morning and after a lot of
frustration, I finally found the school.  There was a lot of
construction and the directions I copied off the internet were
outdated.  I got there with a few minutes to spare and checked in at
the front desk.  Soon after, an older guy came out and introduced
himself at Fred.  He looked to be about fifty years old and was bald.
He was a little homely, but very friendly.  He took me on a tour of
the school and showed me the garages.  The lecture rooms were not very
big but the garage spaces were huge.  Fred said that the school was
previously a collision repair center about ten years before and was
later converted into the trade school.  They also gave instruction on
welding and body work there.  The garage bays had hydraulic lifts and
the latest computerized equipment.

We sat in the office next and he went over the costs of courses.  My
heart sank.  It was horribly expensive.  I wouldn't be able to go for
awhile...I'd have to save up the money first.  He gave me brochures
about possible financial aid.  In the end, I was honest with him.

"Yes, sir.  I have to say that I was extremely hyped about all of this
and very impressed.  But I don't think I can afford it."

"Don't be disillusioned, David.  You can take one course at a time.
There's evening classes so you can still go to work and make a living.
 Before you give up, try every avenue of financial aid."

We talked some more, but his pep talk didn't help.  I drove home in a
morbid mood and wanted to go home and just get stoned and escape
everything.  At least at that point I didn't have to hide smoking weed
from my mom.  I picked up my phone and I was about to call Dean to get
some sympathy, but realized he'd be in class.  I was going to text
him, but changed my mind.

That evening, I called my dad and told him about my experience at the school.

"Dave, I can't spare a lot, but let me talk it over at home and see if
we can come up with a little money."

"Dad, no.  You've got four kids and a house to support, forget it!"

"Well, we'll think of something.  Just don't give up, son.  Keep
working hard and saving up until you get everything in order.  It'll
work out."

"Thanks, dad."

I hung up the phone and felt a little better.   After mom got home, we
talked about it all.

"Honey, don't worry about it.  I've got a nest egg put away.  When
you're grandpa died, he left Grandma a nice little sum of money from a
life insurance policy.  Although her funeral cost an arm and a leg, I
had some money left over."

She popped the top of her beer can and took a long swallow.

"I've used half of it on the down payment of this house.  I kept the
rest in case you wanted to go to college, buy a new car...but you took
care of the car yourself."

She took another gulp.

"Wow! Thanks mom!"

My spirits rose.

"I want you to start out slowly at that school to see if you're gonna like it."

I know what mom really meant.  She didn't say it out loud, but I had a
hard time in high school with my grades...she was being polite.  I had
no idea what kind of testing the trade school would entail, but I'd
have to take it one day at a time.

"Yes, ma'am.

She patted me on the head.

"You'll do fine."

She got up and turned on the TV to watch the news.  I went to my room
and sent an email to Dean with the news.  I excitedly typed a long
email telling him every detail of the day.  I waited all evening, but
a reply never came.

- - -

I woke up late the next morning.  I'd forgotten to charge my phone and
it died overnight.   If I hurried, I could still make it on time.  I
plugged in the phone and checked phone and then my computer for
email--but there were no messages from Dean.  I went from being hurt
to feeling pissed off.  I had no time to spare so I hurried to at
least shave—I had to skip the shower.

My facial hair was slowly growing thicker and I was able to grow a
nice chin strap beard going from my sideburns down to my chin.  They
hair went along my chin lines and met up with the small and thin
goatee that I was trying to grow.  I thought it looked really good and
made me look older.  Other body hair was appearing in random areas in
but it was still very sparse except for my legs.

My blondish brown hair formed a slight "V"  or "widow's peak" above my
forehead.  After splashing water on it from the sink, I stared at it
hard...was it my imagination or was the corners on each side receding?

"Naw," I thought, "I'm too young for that".

I brushed my damp hair and wiped the excess shaving cream from my
face.  I looked at the clock and saw that I needed to hurry up.  I
raced to work in a hurry.  I was almost to work when I saw red and
blue lights flashing in my rear view mirror.

"Goddammit!" I yelled.

I slowly pulled over and put the car in "park".  I angrily dug in my
backpack for my wallet as the cop walked smugly up to my window.

"In a hurry bud?"

He was damn hot, but was acting cocky.  He was the black officer I'd
seen giving tickets on my way home on some day in the past.

"I was running late to work, sir."

"You gonna put someone in danger so you won't be a few minutes late?"

There was no need for him to rub it in.

"I guess, sir," I answered in defeat.

"Can I see your license and proof of insurance?"

I dug in the glove box and found the insurance card for him.  I handed
my I.D. card to him.

I sat there stewing. I'd forgotten to put on deodorant and I felt my
underarms dampening.  I looked in the rear view mirror and he was
walking back arrogantly.

"This your first time to be pulled over?"

"Yes, sir."

"Your record is clear.  I didn't see any tickets.  You gotta slow down
and drive more safely.  I'm giving you a warning only today.  Can you
sign right here and I'll let you be on your way."

I breathed a huge sigh of relief and signed the warning ticket.  He
tore off my copy and handed my back my license and insurance card.

"Have a good day, sir...and nice car you got there, bud!"

"Thanks!" I said.

I rolled up the window and blasted the air conditioner.

"Fuck that was close," I thought to myself.  I looked at my phone and
saw I was already fifteen minutes late.  I drove the speed limit for
the rest of the way.  I parked and scrambled out of my car.  As I
entered the front office, Debra looked at me with one eyebrow raised
but didn't say a word.

"I'm sorry ma'am, I was running late and then almost got a speeding
ticket trying to get here.  I'm very sorry.  It won't happen again."

"Okay." She said with a stern and wise look.

I signed in on the computer and went to put some coveralls on.  I
already felt it was going to be a long day.

- - -

It was as five o'clock as it was going to get.  I kept staring at the
clock on the wall during our last hour.  Just after I clocked out for
work, my phone rang.  I thought, "Finally he's calling."  It was the
twins instead.

"Dude, can you drive us to a Halloween party tonight at our school?
It's gonna start at 7." said Curt.

He rambled on saying that Jim was going to take them but was called in
to work a double shift.  Just as he was gabbing on, I heard my phone
beep.  I pulled it away from my head and saw a text from Jim.  I told
Curt I'd call him back and read the text.  In Jim's text, he asked me
to take them to the party and to spend the night with them.  I really
just wanted to go home, eat, and then sleep.  I called him directly to
discuss.  He promised me some extra cash, so I accepted.

He also asked me if I'd heard from Dean.  I told him no.  He said he
was used to hearing from Dean at least every other day but had heard
nothing in almost three days.  I began to get worried.

Once I was home, I called Dean and let it ring and ring.  Finally, he
answered.  I grabbed a Coke from the fridge when he spoke.

"Hello," he mumbled.

"Dude, are you okay?  No one's heard from you in over two days."

"I was asleep."

"I can tell, but why didn't you call me yesterday?"

"I was just tired, man..."

I heard him start to snore and the phone slipped and fell onto the
floor.   I grabbed the can of coke and threw it as hard as I could
against the bedroom wall.  It burst and the can fell onto the carpet
in the corner and was spewing everywhere.  I grabbled some dirty
towels from my bathroom and started cleaning up the mess.  I'd left a
scratch on the wall.

- - -

It took all my patience, but I drove the twins into town again for
their school's big Halloween bash.  It was to last three hours and
then I had to turn around and pick them up again.  I was in a pissy
mood.  I sat at home until they knocked on the door and were ready to
go.

I had to admit, the twin's costumes were excellent.  They were home
made.  Curt was dressed like one of the year's big serial killers that
had been shot and killed.  Jeff was dressed a drowning victim.  Their
attention to detail was awesome.

I dropped them off just before the party started.  Instead of going
home, I got on the interstate highway and just drove while jamming to
music.  I was still so mad at Dean.  I hated being so obviously
ignored.  I wondered why it surprised me each time that he did
something so insensitive.  He had told me many times that I am his
obsession but will then turn around and be thoughtless.

After driving an hour away from home, I turned around and headed back.
 Instead of the solo drive being therapeutic, I was just more
depressed and angry.  I stopped and grabbed a couple of burgers for
dinner before I drove to the school to wait for the twins to come out.
 I sat there impatiently after I saw scores of other teens getting
into their parents' cars to leave.  I texted the twins "where the hell
are you guys?".  Soon after, they came running out excitedly.  The
image of them running outside like that reminded me of their bratty
days two years before.

Curt won the contest for best costume.  They were excitedly telling me
about the entire evening.  I just said, "Oh yeah?" a lot while they
talked and talked in the back seat.  We finally got back to their
place and I tiredly got out following them inside.  I hoped they would
quickly go to bed.

Once inside, they started stripping off their costumes and washed off
their makeup.  Soon enough, each was on either side of me feeling me
up.  Despite my foul mood, I got an erection immediately.   I told
them to strip me down and take off their own clothes.  Quickly, we
were all nude.

"Go get some lube." I barked.

Jeff looked a little stunned over my gruff tone.  His brother ran off
to get their dad's lube and he just stood there.

"Start working on my cock." I said sharply.

I was both horny and irritable at the same time.  Curt came running
back excitedly with the bottle.  I told him to bend over and I
squirted it liberally in his hole.  I lubed my fingers up good and
slid two inside his sweet, tight ass.  He didn't even whelp, he just
moaned softly.  I moved my fingers all around up in his warm hole.
After I was done loosening him up, I came up behind him and pushed my
dick inside his ass.  I pulled his brother to me and pushed his
shoulders down.  He lowered to his knees and sat an inch away from my
butt.  I pulled his head into my crack so he could eat me out.   I
wanted pleasure from both sides.

Jeff eagerly ate out my hole--which by the way wasn't too fresh.  He
never complained.  He ate it like a pro.  I smacked my balls against
Curt's as I fucked him steadily.  Just when they were getting a little
too used to it, I pulled out, turned around, and stuck my dick in
Jeff's surprised face.  I grabbed on to his hair and face fucked him.
As he looked up with surprised eyes, the resemblance to Dean was
unmistakable.  I pulled Curt's arm toward me and led him to my ass to
finish where his brother had left off.

After switching off a few more times, I had Jeff lay on Jim's bed.  I
told curt to lie on top of him so that their butts were lined up.  I
climbed up on the bed and started fucking one hole for several minutes
then I alternated to the other ass. Each time I switched asses, my wet
dick slid in without any resistance.  As Curt lay on top of his
brother, he kissed his neck.  I lay on top of both of them alternating
from one ass then back to the other.

When I got ready to shoot my load, I spread their legs with my hands
and shoved my cock between the two of them.  My dick fucked between
their sandwiched bodies.  The friction between Curt's sweaty and
slightly hairy crotch and Jeff's butt crack triggered my orgasm and I
ground my dick hard.  I spilled seed between their bodies.

I stood up after my cock softened and opened the door to the hallway.
Curt lifted off his brother and my cum was matted in his soft blondish
pubes.  The rest of it dribbled from Jeff's upper crack and settled
just above his hole.

"Thanks guys!" I said flatly.

In other words, I was telling them to beat it.  They had a shocked
look on their faces.  They were expecting me to take care of their
needs too, but I wasn't in the mood.  I got my instant gratification
over with.  They didn't say anything after they stood up.  They just
walked out the door quietly.  I heard low mumbling when they got to
their room and closed the door.

I rolled over and turned out the lamp.  In the dark, my anger welled
up again.  I loved Dean but sometimes he treated me like shit.  I
rolled over onto my belly and buried my face in the pillow.  Despite
the clean pillowcase, I could smell the mustiness of cigarette smoke
of the past.  I lay there away for a long time just thinking and
thinking.  In the dark, I heard the door knob jiggle and the bedroom
door creaked open.  I felt someone carefully pulling back the covers
and a naked body slid into bed with me.  As the mystery body spooned
against me, I felt shaggy hair on my shoulder—it was Jeff.  Tired and
lonely, I rolled over and hugged him.  He wasn't Dean, but I felt
better falling to sleep with a warm body next to me instead of being
all alone.  I felt like I was receiving more love from Jeff than from
Dean.

My phone's alarm went off at six thirty in the morning so I could get
them out of bed and out to the bus stop.  After the alarm didn't wake
Jeff up, I slapped his bare ass.  He groggily got up and wandered to
the bathroom to take a shower.  Next, I had the same problem arousing
Curt.  I turned the light on and ripped his covers off.

"Get up!" I said really loudly.  He reluctantly rolled over and got
up.  He joined his brother in the shower.

They finally got out of the house and I lay there in bed getting
another half hour of sleep before my own alarm would go off.  Still no
messages from Dean.  I did lighten up, however, and laughed at my
"pity party" the night before I figured that I was over analyzing
everything. I just needed to chill.

- - -

That night, Dean called as if nothing had happened.  He was oblivious
to the fact that I had been pissed off or that anyone was worried
about him.  As usual, things went back to normal until the next
crisis.  He called every night after going forward.  He didn't sound
so tired anymore.  He seemed almost hyperactive instead.  After the
drama was over, I couldn't wait for the upcoming Thanksgiving holiday
so that we would have four uninterrupted days together.

- - -

For the first time in the trailer, mom hosted her family's
Thanksgiving dinner.  Mom's cousins and their kids would be staying
with us and using the spare rollaway bed in mom's office and the sofa
bed in the living room (along with sleeping bags everywhere).  Mom was
going all out and bought a ton of food.  The day before Thanksgiving,
I sat around antsy waiting for Dean to arrive.  He was supposed to get
home in the late afternoon but didn't show up until nearly six in the
evening.  A cold front was blowing in and there was a chance of sleet
and freezing rain in the weather forecast.

I finally got a text from him an hour before he got home saying he ran
into icy roads and had to drive slowly.  I worried until I saw his
headlights drive up the road.  I watched him drive in through my
window.  I ran outside and accosted him at his car with a huge bear
hug.

"Did you miss me or is that just a fat pickle in your pocket?" he
asked and felt my crotch.  I was hard just from his touch.

"Come on dude, we can leave my shit in the car," he yelled in the wind.

We walked inside together and Jim got up to give Dean a fatherly hug.
I noticed Dean had lost more weight than it appeared on our weekly cam
chats.  He looked very tired.  The twins were playing video games and
didn't get up.  They just said, "Hey Dean!" and went about their
business.  Just then, his phone rang.

"Hey girl!" he answered.  "Yeah, I just walked in.  He's right here,
I'll ask him."

"Hey, Miranda's having a bunch of friends over, she asked if we wanna
come over."

I needed a break and I wanted to spend time with Dean, so I agreed to
go.  The weather was cold as fuck, but it wasn't supposed to sleet or
rain in our area until early the next morning.  Dean freshened up and
we took off in my car to Miranda's.

Since the last time that I'd been to her place, her dad had installed
a huge security gate.  After we pressed the button to have the gate
opened, an unknown voice asked who was calling from a speaker.  Dean
shouted out our names through the window.  After a pause, the gate
slowly opened and we zoomed inside.

I was always taken aback at the size of her house.  Despite being well
to do, it seemed ridiculous to have a home so large for only three
people to be living there.  As we drove up, we saw about ten or more
cars parked on either side of the circular drive which had the front
door of the home as its center.  We got out and ran through the
bitterly cold wind up to the door and rang the bell.  Miranda opened
the door and pulled us inside quickly.

"Whoa, damn it's cold, get in here."

She hugged us both with a kiss on he cheek and started pulling off our
coats.  She laid them on the chair by the door and we all walked off
into the room we jokingly called the "parlor."  I saw a yawning
housekeeper slowly go behind us and scoop up our coats and gloves.

Soon enough, we were in the huge den in front of a roaring fireplace.
There were about twenty people inside.  I knew most of them from
school.  Others were introduced as Miranda's classmates from the local
university.  Most of them appeared to be straight couples and were
around our age.  Miranda's brother was there with his current
boyfriend.  After introductions, Dean and I sat down on a huge leather
couch.  On the coffee table were several trays of food, glasses of
punch, and cans of soda.  Dean popped open a Sprite and grabbed some
kind of appetizer.  He looked famished.  He quickly ate a few more.

April, one of the Goth girls from school, came over to us and started
talking.  I noticed Dean looking distracted and shook his head.

"I don't fucking believe it."

I looked over to where he was looking and Kyle had just walked in.
Dean went back to listening to April but looked irked.  After April
hugged us both and walked on to talk to another group, Dean guzzled
the rest of his sprite and squashed the can really abruptly.

I thought it best to draw his attention away from Kyle and pulled him
up to go visit with Miranda.  The three of us had not been together in
a long time.

"Girl, where's that boyfriend of yours?" Dean asked in an exaggerated
gay manner.

Miranda rolled her eyes and said, "Let's just say that after the
pregnancy test came back negative, I dumped his ass."

"What??" we said in unison.

The next half an hour was filled with her latest adventures.  We began
swapping stories of our own and gossiped about other people we knew.
After some time, Dean and I had split up and I was talking football to
some of Miranda's new friends.  Dean had a flock of fag hags all over
him, one of them was playing with his hair that he was letting grow
out again.

Just as I was chatting with some the new folks, I felt an arm around
my shoulder.  I thought Dean had walked up behind me, but it was Kyle.

"Hey stranger, what's up?" he said.

I was at a loss for words.  It was an awkward moment to say the least.
 Just as started talking, I head Dean behind me.

"You got a lot of nerve, motherfucker!"

Kyle's arm slid off of my shoulder and Dean approached him. I tried to
move Dean back, but he shoved my arm away an walked up to Kyle.
Dean's chest touched against Kyle's.  I had a sinking feeling this
wasn't going to be good.

"Say, what...'girlfriend'?" Kyle mocked.

"You heard me.  You knew better than try to hit on Dave, asshole!"

The look in Dean's eyes was scary.  Kyle just looked amused.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't run off to big bad college and leave your
man all alone.  He's too good for your sorry white trailer trash ass
anyway!"

It came out of nowhere.  Dean popped Kyle in the jaw.  The next thing
we knew, they were in the floor scrambling around.

"Oh my fucking god!" Miranda said with her hands on her head. "Grow up
guys!" she yelled.

They kept fighting and rolling on the carpet.  The bumped a small
table and a vase fell over and busted onto the polished wood floor.

"Stop it!" she yelled.

They got up and kept throwing punches.  Dean was holding his own.

Two males of the group pulled them apart and Dean kicked Kyle's nuts
hard just as Kyle's fist grazed his chin.  Kyle winced in pain and
fell over on the sofa holding his crotch.

"Get out!" she screamed.  "Both of you!"

"He started it," Kyle tried to say.

"Get out!  Now!" she yelled.

She looked over at me.  "And you too!  You didn't even try to stop them!  GO!"

I pulled Dean to me and we walked to the front door.

"Coats...anybody?" I yelled.

The same bored housekeeper walked into the foyer with our coats
shaking her head and sighing.  Dean grabbed his coat from her hands
and stormed out into the cold.  I quickly followed.  Nothing was said
on the way home, but when we got back to his place, we fucked like
rabbits all night long!

- - -

On Thanksgiving morning, it began to snow.  I woke up in Dean's warm
arms happy as could be.  I sat up and opened the curtains to see the
snow and he groaned as the light hit his eyes.  He had a small bruise
on his chin.  My heart warmed again thinking of my man standing up for
me.  Dean and Kyle were equals in height and body size, I kind of
wished I could have seen Dean completely whoop Kyle's ass.

Jim knocked on the door and asked to come in.

"Come on in dad.  We're not fucking." Dean joked.

Jim came in wearing just a pair of thermal long john underwear.

"We ain't gonna be driving to Aunt Mary's today...the roads are too bad.
 We'll never make it in time."

I excused myself to use the bathroom but went down the hall and picked
up the phone.  I called my mom and told her about Dean's family being
stuck there.  She agreed that they must join us.  I went back to the
bedroom and told Jim what mom had said.  I heard Jim tell the twins
that they would be having a huge dinner after all.

Mom introduced Dean and his family as our friends and neighbors from
next door.  Mom hadn't told anyone in the family that I was gay, so I
left it at that.  The twins hit it off with my cousins who were twelve
and thirteen years old.  They were all having a blast talking about
football, video games etc.  All of my relatives were very friendly
with Dean's family.  Mom's dinner was a hit.

I went out briefly with Dean so that he could have a smoke break.

"Keep an eye on your cousins.  My brothers might be fucking them
before the day is done.  They're gonna be cute like their dad in
there."

I laughed and said, "Shut up, fool!"

"Hell, we should invite them over for some nasty group sex...teach them
a thing or two!"

Just then, it started raining and we hauled ass back inside.

Counting the cousins who spent the night and those who drove in
locally, there was about sixteen people there besides Dean's family.
Mom's turkey was delicious as well as all the other food that folks
brought with them.  By the end of the day,  I was full of turkey,
dressing, three different casseroles, sweet potatoes, cranberry sauce,
green beans, cherry pie, coconut cream pie, and pecan pie.  Oh yeah,
and the fudge and other homemade candies.  I could barely move in the
evening as things settled down.  Dean and his crew had left a couple
of hours after dinner.  Finally, all the local relatives were leaving
and just those who spent the night before would remain.

I helped mom clear dishes along with the other ladies and got teased
about it by the older guys.  I just laughed and shrugged my shoulders.
 Sleepy with a full gut, I excused myself to my room and closed the
door.  As I started pulling off my socks and shoes, I jumped as the
sliding door of the closet slid open.  I was about to yell at one of
my cousin's kids only to find a naked Dean standing there.

"Surprise, sexy!'

I rolled my eyes and sighed.

"Let's fuck with your family right in the next room!"

To be continued

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