Date: Sat, 16 Mar 2013 21:48:29 -0500
From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: My Twisted Boyfriend Part 6

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My Twisted Boyfriend (sequel to Twisted Next Door Neighbors) PT 6

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

A naked Dean walked out of the closet and wrapped his arms around me.
His hands slid inside my sweatpants and grabbed my dick.  His hands
were cold but they felt good on my warm skin.  We kissed with our
tongues dueling inside our locked lips. I pulled my shirt upward and
he broke the kiss long enough to get it over my head.  I tossed it
somewhere in the corner.  My relatives were talking amongst themselves
just beyond the door past the kitchen and dining area.

He put his lips to my ear and whispered, "Get your lube, I'm gonna fuck you."

I did as he said I went to my closet and pulled it out of a set of
plastic drawers below the hanging clothes.  He grabbed it playfully
from my hand and popped the top up with his thumb.  It made a loud
click.  As he squirted a bunch of lube into his palm, there was a loud
squishy noise.  I turned out the ceiling light leaving only the
bathroom light to see with.  He started lubing up his cock and then
pulled my cheeks apart to squirt lube into my crack.  As he let go of
the bottle, air loudly whooshed back into it.  We chuckled wondering
if anyone else heard it.  He used a few fingers to open me up and to
spread the lube inside.  Three fingers went in easily.

Dean rested his dick in my crack and lined it up with my hole.  He
slid his arms around my waist and as he pulled me to him.  The he
lined his dick up to my hole.  The head just pressed against it hard
at first, but suddenly my hole twitched from the pressure and the head
popped in fast.  Still holding me around my waist, he pushed forward
and walked me into the bathroom.  We were walking with his dick up my
ass.  I braced myself by putting my hands on the sink.  It was a tiny
space we were crammed into.

He wasted no time...he began fucking me with none of the usual foreplay.
 My hole was tender at first but soon got use to the sudden invasion.
He flipped the light out and we were in total darkness until my eyes
adjusted.  The only light came from the bottom of my bedroom door
around the corner.  Soon the light from the living room disappeared as
those in the other rooms were going to bed.  As he fucked me steadily,
his hands began to roam all over me.  I loved the body contact as he
rubbed my stomach, my pecs, and my bush.  His tongue licked up and
down my neck sending shivers through me.  All I needed was stimulation
to my dick.  As I let go of the sink with one hand and attempted to
stroke my cock, he pulled it away.

"Not yet, baby."

I loved it when he called me baby.  He began to whisper nasty verbal
to me and playfully bit my ear.  He was so fucking sexy—especially
with that smut talk.

"You want me to cum up your hot asshole, huh?  I'm gonna fill it full
of my jizz and then finger it out to feed you.  You want that baby?"

I just nodded and slightly moaned.  He put his hand over my mouth and
whispered with his hot and steamy breath.

"Shh, sexy...they'll hear you.  Or I bet you wish they could, huh.  I
bet you want to be discovered fucking your next door boyfriend.  You
want them to hear you moan and groan as I get me some well deserved
tail.  Hell, your mom's cousin and your uncle might wanna have their
turn at you too!  You wanna be the family cum bucket..."

"I wanna cum," I managed to whisper out.

"You seriously ready stud?" he teased.

I shook my head hard.  I heard him spit in his hand and he moved it to
my dick and began jacking me fast.  I could smell his deodorant
activating from under his pits.  He jacked me hard and  tight on my
cock's head and bit into my hair just enough to hurt but breaking the
skin underneath.  His teeth pressed just above the hairline on my neck
and I started spewing cum onto the door of the sink cabinet. He began
slamming me hard began depositing his warm load into my bowels.  As he
rammed me, my knees made the cabinet door rattle.

Staying true to his promise, he slowly pulled out his dick with a pop
sound and replaced it with two middle fingers.  He dug around good and
brought the fingers to my mouth. The other hand had never let go of my
penis and still massaged it in his half limp state.  His thumb rubbed
on the piss slit and I shivered.

"Clean my fingers," he ordered.  I could smell the odor of ass mixed
with fresh cum.  I knew I had been empty up in there, but this was a
really nasty act and I loved it.  I sucked his fingers into my mouth
and licked off his tasty cum.  He went back for a second and a third
scoop until there was no more on his fingers.  He kissed me on my
cheek from behind.

"Good boy!"

He pulled me over to my bed and we got under the blanket and sheets
and snuggled.  I loved being sweaty and sticky next to him in the
clean, pristine sheets.  He brought out the nastiness in me and it
turned me on.  Our bodies created humidity under the covers.

"You like being piggy huh?" he whispered.

I hadn't heard the term before, but in hindsight he was dead on.  We
drifted off to sleep together.  At some point before sunrise, I woke
up to the sound of my window opening.  He popped out the screen and
was going to hop out.  I was too sleepy to protest.  I knew he had to
discreetly get out somehow.  Now that our hookup was over, I really
didn't want my family to know I'd anyone over during the night.  I
heard the window close as the room chilled from the cold morning air.
I ducked back under the sheets and the scents of our bodies and sex
still lingered.  I was so glad that he'd sneaked into my room.

- - -

The next day, mom and some of the female relatives went to several
"Black Friday" sales which followed the day after Thanksgiving.  Most
everyone left except for three relatives.  The husband of mom's cousin
Shelly had stayed in while Shelly joined the ladies in their shopping
venture.  Ronny's two sons hung around and acted bored.  I texted Dean
and asked him to send his brothers over to hang with the two twelve
year old brothers.

Soon enough, the four of them were skateboarding on the road outside.
The sun had come out and the temperature was above freezing.  The
winds from the night before had dried the roads.  In the fields and
yards there were still bits of snow that hadn't melted.

I sat around and watched some TV with Ronny, but it was kind of
boring.  I picked up a photo album that someone had brought and
browsed through it.  Many of the first pages had very old photos.
There was one of a young guy holding up a huge fish.

"That picture of your grandpa sure looks like you!" Ronny commented.

I hadn't realized it was my grandpa.  He was about my age in the
photo.  Even our hair was the same.  Then I looked up on the shelf of
the photo of grandpa taken in his last years of life.  Ever since I
could remember, he was always bald on top and had a receding hairline
at the corners of his hairline in front.  Then I had a flashback of
some other relative telling me that I looked a lot like him.  I hoped
I didn't lose my hair like he did.

I turned the pages in the photo album and found some showing grandpa
as he got older.  Several had mom in them and I guessed her age to be
about sixteen or so.  I could see the "widow's peak" of grandpa's hair
had receded a lot since the fish photo.  The thought of me losing my
hair like him made me close the album and toss it aside.

I was getting bored and depressed.  So, I bailed and went over to hang
with Dean.  I just put on a flannel shirt over my tee and quickly
hauled ass to Dean's back door.  It was extremely bright out, but
still too chilly for me.  Once inside, we snuggled in his bed, still
dressed, soon were making out and cuddling.

"I wish you could stay for my birthday," I told him.

"I have an exam on Monday.  We can celebrate your birthday in style
after final exams are over in a couple of weeks."

I was still disappointed.  Idly, I slid my hand up in his shirt and
played with his nipple ring.  I thought again about his recent weight
loss as my hands ran across his bony ribs.

"You need to put some meat on those bones," I told him.  "I know you
can eat like a pig, so why aren't you?"

"I just stay so busy and I am obsessed with studying.  I can't make
mediocre grades after having Hank's family pay some of my tuition."

"Well," I said, "You don't need to overdo it.  When I met you, you
were working out.  Why did you stop?  You've lost a lot of weight
since then."

"I have a confession to make," he said.  "Before I met you, I was
trying to reinvent myself.  I was thinking of rigging up that gym in
the woods, but was too lazy to fuck with it.  Then one day there's
your mom talking to the park owner outside and I eavesdropped on every
word.  She told him that she and her sixteen year old son were moving
their trailer out there.  He was showing her the park and stuff.  I
started working out that day."

"What?  You hadn't even seen me." I laughed.

"I know.  But I was a horny and bored bitch.  And when we got back
from vacation and there you were outside in those shorts...God damn!  I
couldn't believe my luck.  It was love at first sight."

"What else did you sneak around and do after I moved in?" I asked.

"Why reveal all my mysteries, dude?" he said and stuck his tongue into
my mouth and attacked me.

He began tickling me all over...I was ticklish as hell.  We began
wrestling as I tried to pull him off.  I started getting horny from
the rough horseplay.  He wasn't giving in and put up a good struggle
in trying to tackle me.  In a clumsy move, we slipped off the bed and
both rammed our heads into the wall making an extremely loud noise.

"Knock it off!" shouted Jim.

He sounded pissed off -- he'd been napping.

We rubbed our heads and began cracking up laughing.  Still horny, I
reached for his cock and gave him some quick head.  He kept his jeans
and t-shirt on while I sucked his cock.  I thought it was sexy for a
guy to keep his clothes on for a fast blow.  Just his cock and balls
were out.  In less than five minutes, he was shooting warm jizz into
my mouth.  After his orgasm waned, I moved up to kiss him with a mouth
full of cum.

"Mmmmm," he groaned.

"You want me to get you off?" he offered.

"No, I'm good."

Just then, his brothers came in huffing and puffing like old times.

"Hey, your cousins are leaving," Jeff yelled.

"I better go see them off with mom," I told Dean.

We kissed and I hugged him tightly.  I put on my jacket and ran back
home to say goodbye to my relatives as they drove out in a car that
was cram packed full of people, pillows, blankets, and containers of
leftover turkey..   Just as mom and I stepped back inside, she sighed.

"Oh boy...peace at last, babe.  Our Thanksgiving dinner was a hit, but
thank God it's over!"

She pulled a beer from the fridge and popped the top.  I started
cleaning up some of the mess in the kitchen sink.

"The house is a wreck, but don't worry about cleaning up today.  Let's
just enjoy the quiet!"

"Sure mom," I laughed.

I plopped down on the couch to and turned on the TV to watch ESPN.

- - -

I worked Saturday morning and had a hard time getting into the groove
after having two days off.  I had slept only a few hours after tossing
and turning.  Over the holiday, I'd stayed up and slept late each
day—it had thrown off my sleep schedule.  Once at work, I tiredly kept
watching the clock all day waiting for five o'clock to roll around.
Just before I left, Debra called me over to her and handed me an
envelope and walked off.  As I opened it and felt confused, one of the
mechanics came up beside me.

"She could just tell us to our face, but she gives us those each year instead."

I pulled out a card and it was an invitation to a Christmas dinner.

"She invites us all to her house for a holiday dinner every year," he
explained.

"Oh yeah?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's a simple affair.  She and her gal do it up good.  You'll enjoy it."

I slipped the card into my back pocket and punched out on the digital
time clock on the wall.  I put on my jacket and headed out to my car.
I was tired and really ready to go home and relax.  I hadn't made any
plans with Dean, but I expected to hang out with him at home.  I
wanted to relax.

I drove home quickly and jumped in the shower first thing.  As I was
drying off, my cell rang.  I nearly tripped over my shoes in the floor
trying to get to it.  It was Dean's number on the caller ID.

"Hey sexy, what are you up to?"

"I'm naked and dripping wet.  I nearly busted my ass trying to get to
the phone."

He chuckled and said, "Why don't you come over at seven.  Maybe we can
go driving around."

"I don't know man, I'm really tired."

"Please.  I really need to get out of here.  These guys are driving me nuts."

"Oh, well come over and watch TV with me."

"Nah, I'd rather get out for a while," he argued.

"Okay," I sighed.  "I'll be over at seven."

I lay back on my bed trying to just relax, but woke up again after the
phone was ringing.

"You on your way over?" Dean asked after I answered.

"Oh man, I fell asleep.  You still wanna go out?" I asked groggily.

"Yeah."

"Ok, let me put some clothes on."

I didn't know why he being so pushy.  I could have easily gone right
back to sleep.  Instead, I splashed cold water on my face and in my
hair to flatten my "bed head" hair.  I dressed and put on my jacket
and headed outside.  I walked out to his car and he was smoking in the
dark next to his car.  I walked up to the driver's side and got in.  I
smelled cologne and noticed his hair was specially gelled up.

"Are we going out to eat?"

"Just get in."

He sounded slightly irritated by now.  I got in and put my arms around
myself waiting for the heater to warm up.  I was hoping he wasn't
being bitchy because I overslept.  Soon enough, we were driving down
the roads that led away from town instead of into it.  But hell, he
wanted to go for a damn drive.  I was feeling sleepy again and lay
back with my eyes closed.  He drove on with loud music playing.  I
feel asleep again.

I was awakened by cold wind blowing into the car and Dean kissing me
next to my ear.

"Wake up sleeping beauty," he said with a chuckle.

I opened my eyes, yawned, and saw that we were parked in front of
Miranda's huge home.  He had gotten out and walked around to my door
and opened it.

"'Is she going with us?  I thought she was really pissed at us."

He pulled my arm and lugged me out with all his might.  I rubbed my
eyes and we got out and walked up to her door.  He rang the bell and
Miranda's brother answered the door.

"She's down the hall," he said as he pointed down to the den.

We walked to the part of the house that we'd been hanging out in the
night we got kicked out.  Dean and I walked down the hall unescorted.
The house seemed unusually dark and quiet--I was surprised to that we
didn't encounter one of the annoyed house staff anywhere.  We pushed
open den's double doors and there appeared to be only a small lamp on.

"What the fu— " I tried to say...

Then the room lit up and a crowd yelled, "Happy Birthday!"

I had a lump in my throat but tried to remain butch.  Miranda grabbed
me from behind and kissed me on the side of my face.

"Oh wow!" I exclaimed.

There were balloons and other birthday décor sitting around on a huge
table that normally was not in the den.  There was a large chocolate
cake and some snack foods sitting around it.   I looked around and saw
the faces of not only the common school friends of Dean and me, but of
my own school buddies plus even some of the guys from the Jiffy Lube.
Miranda pushed a button on her ipod (which was connected to a stereo)
and the room rocked with some of my favorite music.

"What a surprise, guys!"

I had come to accept the fact that Dean was going to be away for my
birthday and I'd be celebrating it alone.  Folks came by and said
hello to me individually.  I spent an hour catching up with my friends
whom I hadn't talked to since our graduation day.  I finally stopped
by the food table to grab a bite.  I was famished by then.  Miranda
pulled me by the arm into a smaller room.

"I guess you're still really pissed at me?"

She opened a drawer and pulled out a lighter and a joint.  She had a
fancy roach clip that she held the joint with and lit it up.  She
handed it to me to take the first drag.

"Not anymore...but you guys really busted up my party."

"But—"

I tried to speak but she interrupted.

"Not just you and Dean--but Kyle too.  I had no idea of any kind of
tension between the three of you.  Dean told me what happened more or
less.  I can't believe that motherfucker tried to put the make on
you!"

After a seriously long drag, I handed the joint back to her.  She took
a small puff and handed it back.

She said, "I have to agree, knowing the whole story--Dean's actions
were very romantic.  I'm kind of jealous of you two."

The door popped open with a burst of loud music and then it
closed...Dean had followed us.

"Damn you two, hogging the good stuff," he laughed.

I took another deep drag and handed it to Dean.  I was feeling light headed.

"Yeah, we've made up," I said.  "But I am fucking starved, guys."

Dean took a drag and tapped out the lit end of the joint with his two
fingers.  Miranda placed it back in her hiding place and we joined my
friends again.

By then, I was feeling really good.  I walked over to the table and
loaded a plate up with two sandwiches and chips.  I sat in the middle
of their fancy, velvety couch and munched away.  Miranda and Dean sat
on either side of me and she began to tell us of her near brush with a
pregnancy scare and the break up with her boyfriend over it.  After
the three of caught up, I went back for more food.  I met up with some
of the Jiffy Lube guys that I'd worked with. They were hanging
together amongst themselves.

"Guys, you can actually get up and talk to other people," I joked.  "I
know you guys know about Dean now...about the two of us, but all of the
chicks here are single!"

"That one's hot as fuck!"

My buddy who said that was pointing to Miranda.  She was in a purple
shiny dress that was totally Goth.  The front of her dress totally
showed her tits.

"Her name is Miranda, go talk to her!"

The other two guys slapped him on the back and finally he stood up and
went to go chat with her.   I was in a daze and was craving a piece of
that chocolate cake.  After another hour, Miranda turned down the
music and cut the cake after everyone sang "Happy Birthday" to me.
Everyone got a kick of me slicing a humongous slice of cake and
putting it on my plate.  It was equal to three big pieces.

With the mixed crowd, Dean was more discreet and it wasn't until after
the Jiffy Lube guys left that he freely put his arm around me.  I was
surprised at him, for he was always trying to shock others when he had
a chance.  He was clearly toning it down for me.

As my marijuana started to wear off a little, I walked over to him and
planted a long, hot kiss on him.

"I love you so damn much!" I told him aloud.

We started making out.

"Guys, get a room!" Miranda laughed.  "I mean really...you can have the
guest room right above us.'

Dean pulled me out of the room and into the hall.  We kissed as he
pressed me against the wall groping my crotch.

"I said in a ROOM," Miranda called from the end of the hall.

Dean laughed and we walked up the double stairs up to the second floor
and into the first room.  A lamp was on next to a huge bed.  We'd
never been in this room before; its door was always shut.  We rolled
onto the bed and Dean started stripping off my clothes.  First came my
socks and shoes, then he pulled my t-shirt off.  I lifted my ass so he
could get my pants off.  Then I was just in my boxers.

"I could just sit here and stare at this image all night, but I need a
good fuck!" he said.

He slowly stripped for me...a striptease with no music.  I was still
somewhat high and loving it.  He was left in black socks and a plaid
long sleeved shirt that was completely unbuttoned.  He slowly slipped
it off one shoulder at a time.  I pulled down the boxers and kicked
them off.

Even though I'd bitched about him being too skinny, the shadows on his
ribs, hips, and cheekbones looked very exotic in the dim light.  The
covers had been pulled back and the soft sheets felt cool to my back
and ass.  He slowly climbed up to me from the opposite end of the bed
and massaged my feet.  Then his hands rubbed up my calves and my
thighs, stopping at the clefts between my legs and groin.  The rest of
his body slid upward and his face lowered to my balls and he began to
lick them.  My dick moved from half mast to slowly rising and then
slapping against my pubes.

He made out with my nuts and ball sac skin while I squirmed.  After
several minutes, he went down on my cock.  He sucked his usual vacuum
tight way and swallowed my entire dick.  He stayed down on it for a
long time without coming up for air.  I moaned loudly and didn't care
who could hear it beyond that bedroom.  His hands reached up to tweak
my tits.  He pinched them very hard until I was about to pull his
hands away but then he let go and gently rubbed them.  The change from
pain to pleasure was so hot.  He knew how to work me by now, of
course.

Without taking my cock out of his mouth, he rearranged his body by
rotating it around and pushed his ass to my face in a sixty nine
position.  He carefully sucked slowly enough so that I didn't cum.
Being stoned, I wasn't likely to cum fast anyway.  I pressed my nose
into his warm pucker and inhaled the scent.  It was ass mixed with
some kind of herbal scent.  His ass cheeks were cool to the touch, but
his hole was damp and hot.  I rubbed my nose all in it so the smell
would rub off on me.  He moaned as I tried to "nose fuck" Jim.

That was enough of a tease, I needed to taste it.  I licked his crack
up and down.  The newly sprouted hairs tickled my upper lip.  I
thought to myself and wondered how hairy his hole was going to get.
After tasting it, I dug in and savored his butthole.  I tongue fucked
it good and got it really wet.  While my lips were sealed to it, I
tried to force spit up into it.  He moaned and groaned.

Finally, he felt he was ready and moved around on top of me and sat on
my dick.  As usual, he liked a fast and hard insertion.  He sat on it
hard and bent down to make out.  We kissed off and on.  He talked
dirty as he rode me.  I bucked my hips hard and fucked hard.  Despite
the cold outside, the room was warm and I soon began to sweat.  As we
fucked, a little droplet of sweat trickled down my forehead.  Dean
licked it off and sniffed into my hair.

He looked so sexy...hair all messed up and with a glazed look in his
eyes.  I started cumming and held onto his butt cheeks tightly as I
rammed and shot my cumload into his rectum.   I pulled his tit rings
super hard and his dick, which had been flopping against my belly,
started ejaculating.  He was cumming without anyone touching his
dick—just by being fucked.

It was so hot to see the start of a hands free cumshot, but I knew he
needed stimulation to get the most out of it so I started jacking it
hard to finish his orgasm.  He collapsed on top of me huffing and
puffing.  The opposite sides of our faces were against each other.

"Dude, how did you cum without touching it?"

He answered, "I have no clue.  It felt good but if you hadn't finished
it by jacking it, I wouldn't have felt very intense.  I didn't realize
it was spilling until you touched it.  But your dick felt incredible
in my ass.  It was like you were poking it at an angle I'd never felt
before. I always thought those hands free cum videos were fake!  I
hope you can do it again before the night is over."

Although I didn't shoot a load, I did fuck him again later as he
jacked a second load.  There wasn't any hands-free cum load, but it
was awesome just the same.

- - -

Apparently, Dean had told mom about the surprise party and told her
that we'd be spending the night at Miranda's.  I had been too stoned
to care about texting my mom to say I was gonna be out late anyway.
We slept until the sun came up and then there was a bang at the door.

"Breakfast is ready!" called the voice of Miranda's brother.

At some point, one or two people of their house staff had come in and
cooked a large breakfast.  Dean and I dressed and walked downstairs to
the small dining area that the family used on a day to day basis.
Miranda, her brother, and his boyfriend were at the table already.
There was a plate of pancakes, bacon, sausage, and toast.  A bowl was
full of scrambled eggs with a big spoon in it.  We helped ourselves
and filled our stomachs.

Dean, not being a morning person, looked fried...however, he ate his
share.  I gobbled down some of everything.  No one spoke, but it was a
relaxed atmosphere.  After we finished eating, I thanked them all for
the party.  Dean and I quietly walked out to his car to go home.  It
was a bright and sunny Sunday morning, but each of us planned to go
right back to bed after we got to our own homes.

As we rode home, I tried to cover my face from the glare of the
morning sun.  My right hand lay down between me and the car door.  I
stretched my arm while yawning and as my hand reached the car floor,
something cold and small rolled next to my fingers.  I smiled to
myself at the thought of Dean being such a slob with his car.  I
reached for the object and pulled up a clear and yellow glass tube.
The other end was broken off and sharp.

"What's this?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," he laughed.  "It's a new pipe but I dropped it and broke it."

I felt down in the same spot and pulled up a round ball shaped piece
that look like it had been attached to the first piece.  I didn't say
anything.  I just put it back where I'd found it.  He continued
driving, sunglasses on, music playing low on the CD player, and his
face looking very gaunt.

To be continued

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