Date: Sat, 23 Mar 2013 08:07:16 -0500
From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: My Twisted Boyfriend PT 7

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My Twisted Boyfriend (sequel to Twisted Next Door Neighbors) PT 7

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

My birthday was a simple affair.  Mom and I drove to Fort Worth and
had some good Mexican food.  On the way back, I drove her past the
trade school where I wanted to go to soon.  It was closed, but she got
a chance to see it.  After we left there, we drove on home and talked
about everything from her work to family gossip.  The ride was
pleasant and eventually it began to lightly rain.

After we got home, I was feeling ballsy and tested my mom’s coolness.
I told her before heading to my bedroom that I was gonna step outside
for a smoke.  She knew that meant pot.  She told me she’d rather I not
bring any more into the house, but it was my birthday.

“Get it out of your system, but I don’t want you bringing any more
back in here, okay?” she said.

“Yes ma’am.”

I secretly wondered if she really didn’t want me bringing it in the
house because she was tempted to use it herself again.  However, she
went on to her room and I heard the sound of her small TV playing.  I
stepped out on the back step and lit my joint.  The very small awning
overhead protected me from most of the lightly falling mist.  I still
had on my baseball cap and it aided in keeping the joint lit.

Standing there waiting for the buzz, I thought about the automotive
school.  I’d already filled out paperwork to apply and was accepted,
but I hadn’t paid for it yet.  Aside from standard automotive
training, there was advanced courses that were manufacturer specific.
They even offered business training.  Whatever I ended up doing, the
first classes would begin in mid-January.

I smoke the remainder of the joint and then headed inside to watch TV
alone in the living room.  Under a huge blanket on the couch, I
watched old reruns of various old shows and laughed my ass off until a
text came from Dean.  The text read, “Happy Birthday Sexy!”

He had called me that morning and told me happy birthday but sounded
like a zombie…barely awake.  At least he called.  He had been really
inconsistent with calling me lately.  I blamed it on his prepping for
final exams.  A couple of nights he called really late at night and
said he was up studying, but sounded really hyper and erratic.

I set the alarm on my phone and placed it on the coffee table to wake
me up for work.  I didn’t go to my room…I just covered myself in the
blanket and watched TV.  Soon I was just staring at the TV and was
thinking all kinds of random things while still keeping track of the
TV show.  Effects of my pot, of course.  Somehow in the middle of all
that, I drifted off to sleep.

Despite being relaxed and “out of it” before sleeping, I didn’t dream
good stuff.  I dreamt that I wrecked my car and that Dean was close to
death because of it.  I later dreamt that Dean found out about me and
Jason and somehow my body was being placed in a coffin next to Jason’s
which was still alive—he and I beat on the cramped coffin door trying
to get out.  I woke up dazed and confused.  I tossed and turned
through more stupid dreams until morning came.

Normally, mom would wake me up unintentionally by the sound of her
getting up and fixing coffee before going to work.  She was off that
morning, so only my phone alarm woke me up.  I sat up drowsily and
turned it off.   I felt achy all over.  I decided to make me some
coffee…something I never did unless mom offered it.  It was definitely
a first for me.

I made a small pot of it and sat on the couch.  My laptop was nearby,
so I opened it and turned it on.  After it was fully up, I googled
“glass pipes” and tobacco.  None of the pipes I saw in the photos
looked like Dean’s pipe.   My fears deepened when I googled the same
with the word “meth”.  My stomach tightened up.

“Hey babe, you making coffee?”

Mom had gotten up.  I closed my laptop to hide the photos.

“Yeah, I’m having trouble waking up.”

“See, you probably smoked too much weed and didn’t sleep good, huh?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I answered. “You know that by experience or asking as a nurse?”

She picked up magazine and bumped me over the head with it.  I had it
coming to me.  She rolled her eyes.

“I will probably go back to sleep after you leave.  I wanted to sleep
late but my body’s too used to getting up at the crack of dawn.” said
mom.

I always had the opposite feeling…I wanted to sleep even longer.  She
walked into the kitchen and put some bread in the toaster.  Just after
it popped up, I heard her spreading jelly on it.

“You’re still heavy on the sugar for your coffee, right?” she asked.

“Yeah, mom…can you some milk in it?

“Already did, babe.”

She walked by and placed a small plate of toast and my coffee on the
end table by the lamp.  She carried her own breakfast back to her
bedroom on a tray.  I opened up the laptop and began reading about
crystal meth.  There were many similarities in the symptoms listed and
in Dean’s behavior over the last several months.  Staying up for a
long time then crashing for a day or so.  I would have just thought he
was really busy except for the fact that I’d found that pipe.  Then I
wondered if the pipe was really his.  Was he using it with another
dude?

Too many questions ran through my head as I became more paranoid and
worried.  Coffee was probably the last thing I needed in such a state,
but the warm liquid in my mouth was soothing.  Mom’s toast hit the
spot.  I looked up at the kitchen clock and realized I’d better be
getting ready for work.  I should have gotten up earlier and gone
jogging, but I’d been getting up later each day lately.

Taking a shower wasn’t such a big requirement unless I really stunk.
It seemed pointless to get super clean just to go to work in an auto
garage and get sweaty or grimy all over again.  I at least washed my
hair in the bathroom sink and trimmed around my goatee (which was
looking fuller all the time).  I looked at it in the mirror and
admired it.  I looked up at my face again as I dried it off with a
towel and wondered about the corners of my hairline--had it been as
high a few years before?  More paranoia…

I finally got out of the door and headed to work.   It was cloudy and
cold, but with little wind.  The sky fitted my mood.  I put on some
morose metal music and felt numb as I drove on to the garage.  When I
got there, the mechanic that was filling in for Debra in the office
while she was on vacation was called in sick.  I figured it was from a
hangover no less.

The two senior mechanics had keys to the garage.  Ricky, the one who
did show up, was able to let us in.  There were usually no more than
three to four employees there at a given time unless it was really
busy.  Luckily, we didn’t have a lot of work lined up--the two of us
got together and planned our work.  Whenever someone came in to the
office, we planned to take turns checking their vehicle in.  I’d seen
Debra do it many times.  Ricky didn’t seem to like talking to
customers as much as just working on cars.  I actually enjoyed
interacting with them having them explain to me what their problem
with their car was.  We only had two customers all day but had
existing cars to keep us busy all day.

We successfully closed up the office and locked up the garage after
closing time.  We congratulated each other on a job well done—he’d
never been on his own before.  I pulled off my coveralls and tossed
them into the washer for the next day’s laundry.  I walked out of the
door and he locked it behind me.

I drove home under the same gray skies.  Before I got home, it began
to rain.  I drove on into the trailer park and was surprised to see
the trailer nearest the road was being prepared to be moved.  Its
metal skirting was removed and wheels had been put back on.  There
were a couple of guys getting into a truck as I passed.  With those
neighbors leaving, that would leave only Dean and my mom’s trailers in
the park.  The others had moved during the last two years.

I walked inside and pulled my shirt off in the living room.  I walked
down the hall to the washing machine and tossed it in.  I pulled of my
shoes and dropped my pants and tossed them in the washing machine.
Mom came down the hall.  She had seen me boxers and a wife beater
shirt a million times, it was no big deal.

“Hey babe.  I fixed some chili.  It’s on the stove, but I’m going out
for a while with the girls from work.”

“Ok.  Did you see the Jackson’s trailer is getting ready to be moved
out?” I asked.

“Yep.  I’m not sure why, it’s still not definite that the property is
being sold.”

“Maybe they don’t like all the new houses and stuff around,” I commented.

“Maybe,” she said, “And I agree with them.  I moved out here for the
peace and quiet.  Now we have school buses, road construction, you
name it.”

She went back to the bathroom and I heard her primping.  There was the
sound of her opening and closing make up cases until I heard her purse
being zipped up.  She came around the corner dressed up and with
perfume wafting in the air.

“Mom, be honest…are you dating someone?” I asked coyly.

She put her purse down as she passed the washing machine.  I was
starting a load to wash all the clothes that I’d dumped in the machine
for the last five days.

“Well, a guy’s been flirting with me for nearly a year, but we’re
taking it slow.  I’m in no rush at all to be married again.  Don’t
worry, baby.  Me and the girls are going out to relax, but I won’t
mind if that guys asks me to dance again.”

“Oh, I’m not worried,” I told her.  “I was hoping you were getting some!”

That comment made her howl with laughter and she slapped me on the butt.

“You kill me, babe.  I better get out of here before the rain gets worse.”

As soon as she was out the door and I heard her car drive out, I
pulled off the boxers and shirt and tossed them in the washing
machine.  Almost like clockwork, there was a knock at the door.  It
was Jeff.

“Come in!” I yelled.

He was dressed in winter clothes, but he was soaking wet.

“Dude, you’re a mess!” I told him.

“Yeah, I was out bike riding.”

“In this weather?  You’re nuts!” I laughed.

I closed the door all the way and shirked away from the cold air
coming in from outside.  His cold hand grabbed my limp dick.

“Oh, so you want some?” I asked. “Do your brother and dad know where you are?”

The next day he was supposed to finally begin working a three to
eleven shift.  I looked out the window and saw Jim’s truck was home.

“I told dad where I’d be.  Curt’s staying over at a friend’s.  I
wanted to have you all to myself.”

It seemed sweet that he wanted me for himself, but at the same time I
worried that I was feeding his crush.  Inevitably, it would wear off…I
hoped.

“Take off your clothes and I’ll put them in the dryer,” I told him.

No one ever stripped faster than the twins.  They spent more time
naked then clothed, it seemed…regardless of the temperature inside.

“Let’s go take a hot shower, okay?” I suggested.

He followed me like a puppy to mom’s large bathroom after we put his
clothes in the dryer.   I turned on the shower and let it get very hot
before we both stepped in.  The room steamed up fast.  We playfully
soaped each other up.  He paid special attention to my hole as always.
 I turned around to face him and he looked up at me dreamily like he
wanted to say something to me.  I broke the stare by playfully
squeezing his balls and he was distracted.

After we were rinsed off, I turned off the water and grabbed one of
the towels from the rack next to the shower.  I handed it to him and
he started drying off.  For one moment, he had the towel wrapped
around his waist and faced the wall.  The small of his back dented
inwards along his spine and his towel hung in such a way in which his
crack and upper ass were exposed above the towel.  His smooth back
flowing down to his sweet crack was sexy as fuck.  He was about to get
out, but I couldn’t help myself…I put one arm around him and pulled
the towel down with the other.  I knew I had to fuck him right there.

I was still totally wet and his ass hadn’t been dried yet.  I spitted
down on my dick liberally and rubbed the hard head up and down his
crack, stopping at his hole.

“Do it!” he whispered.

I loved foreplay, but I also loved a spontaneous fuck.  With no other
lube, I slid my cock up into his sweet ass.  It was so tight and the
suction was perfect.  I slid my dick in and out and he moaned loudly.
I put my face in his wet hair and sucked the water out before moving
down to lick his neck.  I was taller, so I had to bend over and stoop.
 I had an idea.

“Put your feet on the sides of the tub.  Hold on to that rack.”

Inside the tub and shower was another rack on the wall that mom hung
her loofa and back scrubber on.  He grabbed on to that rack and lifted
his body up and his feet landed on the rim of the tub.  Slightly bent
over, he was now aligned with my ass, if even a little higher.  It
allowed me to fuck upwards and not cramp my legs or back.  I grabbed
his hips and went to town.  I banged him really good and I came really
fast like him and his brother usually did.  There was no reason to
drag it on--I let myself cum as soon as I felt the urge.

With his ass still full of my dick and cum, I reached around and
jacked him off with two hands as each arm was wrapped around his
waist.  He fucked my closed palms like a make shift ass.  He pushed
his head back against my chest and almost yelled as he started
shooting his teen load.  As a treat to him, I bent down and licked the
cum of out his ass.  He cooed and sighed.  I turned the shower back on
and rinsed us off.  Then we dried for real with the towels.

We walked down the hall through the living room and kitchen to my
room.  I was exhausted by then and plopped down on the bed on my
stomach.  He did the same but fell on top of me.  He put his arm
around me, snuggled up, and said, “I love you, Dave.”

“Oh fuck!” I thought to myself.

Without missing a beat, I said, “Yeah, I love you like a brother, too.”

He started stroking my damp hair and ran his fingers through it.

“I love you like Dean loves you.  I love you more.”

I rolled over and looked at him.  The semi hard-on that I’d had after
drying off totally went limp.

“I think you just have a crush on me dude.  You have feelings for me
because of all this sex.  Don’t you like that friend of yours, Scott?”

“He’s straight.  He just thinks about girls and football.”

He looked up at me with a goofy grin and put his hand on my pec.

“I’m a better boyfriend than Dean.  I’m all yours dude!”

He tried to snuggle up, but I held him back.

“Let’s go see if your clothes are dry.”

I got up and walked out of the room and walked fast to the dryer.  I
pulled out his warm clothes and grabbed his jacket and shoes.

“Hey, they’re all dried now,” I said rather coldly.

I tossed them on the bed and he looked like he was gonna cry.  I felt
like such a prick, but I didn’t know what to do otherwise.  I realized
now that Dean’s request to his brother to take care of me in my times
of need was not a good idea.  I figured it took him a lot of courage
to say he loved me.

Likely, it was neither good idea for me to get fucked by their dad—our
last session was too intense and the day he and I fucked hard, I was
worried I was going to get a crush on him like this twin had on me.
No, I had to stop all this neighborly sex right then, I figured.

I pulled his sox right side out as he pulled on his pants.  I handed
him the sox and he took them numbly and pulled them on.  Finally he
was dressed and got up to go.  I had pulled on some sweat pants while
he put on his jacket.  He acted like he wanted to hug me before he
walked out the door, but I just playfully patted him on the head
closed the door behind him.

I shut the door with relief.

- - -

Final exams ended soon for Dean and he packed up and headed home.
Since he started college, he’d slowly brought a lot of stuff back home
that he really didn’t need there.  Everything he had with him fitted
in his trunk.  I anxiously awaited his return, but he came home on the
last day of finals and went to bed.  I tried texting him that evening
and heard nothing back.  It wasn’t until late the next evening that he
called me.  I had been anxiously waiting for his call, but when I
finally got it, I was pissed.

“Hello,” I answered.

“Hey,” he said in a hoarse and sexy way.

“You can’t pick up the fuckin’ phone and call me when you get home?” I said.

I didn’t hide my anger.

“I’m sorry dude; I was tired from three days of finals and studying my
ass off.  I’m really sorry for not calling.”

I remained silent.

“Let’s go out to eat tonight,” he suggested.

“With what money?  I’m the one who’s working.” I said in a bitchy way.

“Whoa man, what’s up your ass?  Or should I say what needs to be up your ass?”

He tried to make light of things, but I didn’t budge.

“Well thanks for calling,” I said flatly and hung up.

After I hung up, I wondered why I’d been such an asshole.  Yeah, he
didn’t work and I paid for everything when we went out.  I knew he was
saving the rest of his inherited life insurance money.  Was I
overreacting?  Well, I was upset about the possibility of him using
crystal meth understandably.  By sleeping for a day and a half, Dean
didn’t help my suspicions any.  I sat there in my room and stewed.
Just then, I heard a knock at the back door.

Mom was at work, so I walked naked to the door and looked out its tiny
window.  It was Curt.  What shitty timing.  If he hadn’t seen me in
the window I would have ignored his knocking.  He knocked again and I
opened the door.

“Come in,” I said snappily.

“What’s up?” he asked.

For some reason, his presence made me more irritated.  He grabbed my
ass from the side.  I knew he’d come over for some sex.

“I’m not in a very good mood,” I told him.  “If you wanna fool around
it’s not the best of times.” I said honestly.

“Come on dude, how ‘bout a quick fuck?” He said cheerfully.

“I told you I am in a bad mood.  It’s gonna be a rough one.”

He just shrugged his shoulders and started stripping down to his
socks.  He wanted sex despite my pissy attitude.  I pulled him over to
the refrigerator and opened it.  I pulled out a container of “I Can’t
Believe It’s Not Butter” and stuck two fingers inside.  I scooped out
some of the butter substitute and shoved it up into his ass with the
same two fingers.  I finger fucked him with the two fingers until it
was all melted and making a squishing noise.  I rubbed my greasy hand
on my now hardening cock and mounted his ass from behind.  He put both
hands on the kitchen counter in next to the sink.

His sock-covered feet stood on my bare feet and I pushed forward and
lifted him onto the balls of his feet.  The drawer handle that he was
leaning against squeaked.  I fucked him slowly at first.

“Is Dean acting differently to you?” I asked while I enjoyed his tight hole.

He shrugged his shoulders.

“No, he’s the same asshole as usual,” he said with a laugh.  “Though
he looks like fried dog shit.”

“Yeah,” I agreed, “he looks too skinny and wasted.”

“He hasn’t even been over here yet,” I said and paused my hip action.

“He’s over there playing X-box.”

Curt acted uninterested in the topic and reached back to pull my waist
into his after I had stopped fucking for a second.

Playing X-box games?  That motherfucker!  I steadily fucked him with
hard, pounding moves.  The only time I slowed down was to avoid
cumming too soon.  I slid my hands up to his smaller chest and held on
to his pecs firmly.  The fake butter served as a great lube and kept
the suction of his ass ring tight around my cock.  I started speeding
up when I couldn’t take it anymore and had to shoot my load.

“I wanna cum,” he gasped.

I kept fucking and fucking until I was shooting my load into his ass.
After I got my breath, I pulled out and walked to my bedroom.

“You gonna help me cum?” he asked innocently.

“Go do it yourself!” I snapped and plopped down onto my bed and pulled
some jeans on.

>From the corner of my eye, I saw a hurt look on his face.  He stayed
there staring at me waiting for me to react or say anything, but I
didn’t.  He picked up his pants and slid them on.  He picked up his
clothes and stood there staring again.

“Get out!” I yelled.

“Lock the door behind you”.

I heard the door slam extremely hard.  I lifted my head up and peeped
out of my window to see him walking barefoot and shirtless in the cold
around the front of my trailer carrying his clothes.  He went around
the corner and was out of sight.  I turned over and lay still in the
quiet with my stomach tightening.  I couldn’t relax.  I had no weed,
so I thought about having some of mom’s beer.  She’d kick my ass for
sure.  Fucking Curt should have relaxed me but now I was more on edge
than before.  I sat up again and my head began pounding from the
stress.

Just then there was a loud banging on the back door that made me jump
off the bed.  I hopped up and opened the back door.  It was Dean.

“What did you do to upset my brother?”  He yelled.

I just turned around and let the door close.  He opened it and came in
after me.

“What the fuck is your problem?” he yelled.

“I just fucked him like you told me to.  You told them to keep me company.”

He grabbed my arm and turned me around.

“He just came home crying and with your cum oozing out of his ass!”

I pulled Dean’s hand away but he defiantly pressed his chest up against me.

“I just fucked him.  That’s all.  I refused to get him off.  I told
him I was in a bad mood before we did it and he took his damn clothes
off anyway.  I might have hurt his feelings but I didn’t physically
hurt him.”

I pushed him away from me an he acted dizzy.  I then stopped to
realize Dean’s appearance.  He looked horrible.  His face was more
gaunt than before. He was extremely unshaven and his hair was greasy.
In shock, I just sat there and my anger only slightly decreased.  I
could feel my pits becoming sticky after I settled down.

“Dude, you really reek,” I told him.  “I mean like a homeless fucker.”

“I’ve been tired since I got home.  That okay with you?”

I sat down on one of the kitchen chairs.

“Come here,” I said.  “Sit down.”

I pointed to the other dining chair next to me.  He sat down and looked wasted.

“Are you doing meth?” I asked.

“What are you talking about?  You must—“

“Don’t bullshit me Dean!” I said and slapped my hand on the table.

He stayed quiet for a while and just looked down at his hands which
were on his lap.  His natural, extremely pale skin looked almost
morose.  The bags under his eyes which he once created with makeup
were now too real.

“Yeah…Yeah, Dave.  But I stopped it now that school is out.  You don’t
understand how hard it is to keep up with it all.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I said.  “You were fine without
it in high school.  You did great in all your classes back then with
little effort.”

“You think it was no effort?   Well sometimes it was tough…I just
didn’t let it show.”

“Were you using before you left to college?”

He looked away again.

“Answer me!”

“A few times.”

“God Dammit!” I said.

I pulled him over to my lap…stink and all.  Anger was subsiding and
was turning into pity.  While sitting on my lap, he felt lighter than
one of his brothers.  I slid my arms around him.  Just then, the front
door opened and mom came in.  I hadn’t even heard her car drive up.

“Hi boys, I’ll just be heading to my room.”

“Mom, we’re just talking.” I said as we stood up. “We’re not fooling around.”

I turned to face him.

“I’ll talk to you later,” I said.

I kissed him on the cheek.

“Evening, ma’am,” he said and nodded at my mom.

He walked to the back door and hopped out and shut the door quietly
behind him.  Mom walked over to me and put her hand on my shoulder.

“What is he on?” she asked softly.

“Meth.” I said sadly.

“Come sit down.”

I sat down on the couch and she walked to the fridge and pulled out
two cans.  I heard each one being popped open.  She sat down on the
couch next to me and handed me one of the two Cokes she opened.  She
and I talked for a long time about Dean.

- - -

There were just a couple of weeks left before Christmas by the time
Dean came home from college.  It was supposed to be a wonderful time
having my boyfriend back home for a few weeks, but it was bittersweet.
 I felt stupid having never suspected for having noticed that Dean had
smoked meth in our senior year of high school.  I started to wonder
who introduced it to him.  One our common friends?  Did Miranda know
about it?  I felt a little betrayed.

During the rest of his first week back, I had to work each day.  I’d
been having Sunday and Mondays off which allowed the guys with more
seniority to have the full weekend off.  Occasionally, I had a Friday
and Saturday off If I requested it.  At least we were always closed on
Sunday.  In the evenings, I just watched TV with Dean at his place.
His brothers were a little standoffish.  I didn’t know if it was
because I’d been and asshole to both of them or if they were backing
off because Dean was home.  They acted indifferent to him as well.

One thing that hadn’t changed was nudity.  Most times I was over, all
four of them were totally naked with the heater turned up.  I’d become
kind of immune to it, but now and then I caught myself staring at
Jim’s cock or wanting to stick my tongue up his hot hole.

Dean and I had plenty of sex, but some component was missing.  Looking
back, maybe it was because the sex was too ordinary.  He used to want
to try wild and spontaneous things…getting naked or having sex in
risky places, doing kinky things in bed, etc.  He seemed kind of
lifeless at times in the present.  Sometimes he acted really agitated
and nervous.  He was not himself.

The only thing we did outside of home that first week was to go to
Miranda’s.  It hadn’t been too long since my birthday party, but she
acted a little funny when she saw him at first after we walked in.
With her “knowing eyes,” she looked him over as he and I chatted with
her.  After we walked to her bedroom, he went to the bathroom to take
a whiz and we were briefly alone.

“What have you been up to?  How’s school?” I asked.

There was a pause as she stared distractedly toward the hallway.

“What’s wrong with him?” she asked.

I opened my mouth to speak, but she softly put her fingers over my
mouth as if saying, “Shhh.”

Either she sensed he was going to come back too soon or she didn’t
want me to tell her anything.  The two of them still had their own
bond that made me feel a little left out at times.  I wasn’t sure what
the case was that time.  She moved over to her stereo and turned on
the mp3 player that was connected.  She turned on some New Age music
that was relaxing, but after that strange moment, I was uncomfortable.
 Immediately after, Dean came into the room zipping up.

He heard the Enya type music playing and started to do an exaggerated
ballet type dance to it.  His clowning around broke the odd mood and
we started laughing at him.  He walked over to me and started doing a
lap dance to the music.

“Whoohoo!” she playfully yelled.

He rubbed his butt all over my lap.  We started laughing some more.
Soon enough, it was like old times.  I almost wished that she had
grilled him on his gaunt looks, but instead she acted like it was
nothing.

We got a little bored at her place and she agreed to drive us into
Forth Worth to hear a band play.  One of her gal-pals at college was
dating the drummer of the band.  The girl, Kelly, had loaned Miranda
their CD.  We played it on the way to the small club where they were
playing.  That style of Indie Rock wasn’t exactly my cup of tea but I
was willing to get it a chance.  At least going out to the club was
something different for us to do besides me and Dean watching TV for
the thousandth time.

Unlike Dallas, the clubs in Fort Worth were not smoke free.  We walked
into a smoky, choking haze upon entering the small club.  It was an
intimate atmosphere…dark, mostly all tables and booths.  The booth we
got into had huge seats that looked like they came from an old mafia
restaurant from a TV show.  There were cigarette burns and repair
stitches in them.  The combined trashy elements and live music
apparently made it a popular college student hang out.  We scooted
into the single seat of a huge booth which was shaped like the letter
“C”.  Our booth touched the back wall and faced the small stage which
was still empty.

We ordered Cokes and sat and talked over the music that was playing on
their P.A. system.  After an hour had passed, the place began to fill
up.  The band members arrived and started tuning up on stage.  They
all appeared to be in their twenties.  Miranda’s friend Kelly arrived
with the band and plopped down next to me.  She made goo-goo eyes at
me.  She didn’t know it but I saw her wink over at Miranda.  Dean was
sitting next to me and Miranda was on the other open end.  I looked
over at the band again.  Kelly said her boyfriend was the “cute
drummer”.

I looked over at the drummer as he set up his kit.  He had on a
t-shirt with the sleeves cut out.  He had a cap on with kind of
scruffy brown hair.  He had wonderfully hairy arm pits and toned arms.
 After looking over at him, I looked back at Dean.  He was already
looking at me with one eyebrow raised as if saying, “busted!”.  He
grinned wickedly and winked at me.  The girls were chatting over the
table about people we didn’t know.  They were almost yelling over the
music.

After the band finished tuning up, the lights dimmed even more and the
music from the P.A. speakers stopped.  The drummer shouted, “One, two,
three, four” and they began to play.  Their music had a much better
electricity about it live than their studio performance on the CD we
played in the car.  I actually got into it because they played it a
little harder than what we heard on the CD.

When each new song started, Kelly would put her hand on my shoulder
and put her mouth close to my ear and tell me the name of the song.
She would always say it was her favorite.  I looked over at Dean next
to me.  From the middle of the seat and he laughed and rolled his eyes
at her.  She remained being touchy feely.  She was of drinking age and
had a beer coming after every other song.

When the band took a break, Kelly’s boyfriend came to the table and
down beside her.  We all moved over to our left to make room.  The
booth felt very full at that point.  She introduced him as Billy.
Billy was damn hot!  Sexily, he was sweating like a pig after doing
all that drumming.  He put his arm around her and kissed her.  He was
acting overly macho in my opinion.  She introduced us as “her pal
Miranda and her two buds Dean and Dave”.  The mixed songs began
playing from the club speakers again and it was hard to hear what
everyone was saying individually.  Dean slid his hand on my leg and
openly kissed me on the cheek.  Billy pretended not to see it.

After about fifteen minutes, Billy disappeared after he said he had to
go piss.  He and the other guys returned to the stage and then played
for another hour.  During the last ten minutes of their second set and
while Dean was trying to yell something into Miranda’s ear, Kelly put
her hand on my thigh and it slid very close to my crotch. She put her
mouth next to my ear, the only way to hear, and spoke.

“We live just up the street.  Why don’t you come and party with Billy
and me?  You’re really cute!”

She looked me up and down and winked.

“I am sure Billy would enjoy you too!”

My face flushed and I felt too warm.  I couldn’t believe a very pretty
girl like that had just asked me to go have a threesome so openly with
her boyfriend.  I didn’t answer.  She turned back to the music and
heard them play the final song, a really upbeat song that had her
boyfriend going nuts on the drums.  It was the best song of their set.
 After the song was done, she stood up and cheered as everyone
clapped.

She turned back to me and said, “Well maybe next time!”

Her tone and laughter seem to imply that I was missing out and too bad
for me.  She went over to Miranda and kissed her on the cheek.  Dean
and I clearly heard her last words to Miranda.

“Maybe you’ll get them in bed then…it didn’t work for me with the blonde one.”

Miranda just laughed and then rolled her eyes as Kelly headed to the
stage to pretend to help the guys break down their set.  Miranda
excused herself to the ladies room and I told Dean what had
transpired.

“Oh my god!  You got cruised by pussy!”

We both laughed.

“Her man is hot, though,” Dean commented.  “Look at him so closeted…at
least he found a woman that will let him have his boys.”

I played like it was all funny, but I was actually stunned at the
thought of another couple approaching me like that.  It seemed like
something from a porn that I’d watched online.  Miranda finally came
back from the bathroom and we walked out to her car.  The cool night
air was refreshing after being holed up for a few hours in all that
smoke.  As we reached her car, he went to the back door.  She clicked
her alarm key and all the doors unlocked.  Dean opened the back door
for me to enter.

“What the fuck?” I set.

“Get in, stud!” he said.

His look was one that meant, “You’re getting in the backseat NOW.”

I blindly scooted in and he slid in next to me.  She started the car
and the music blared loudly.  She clicked a button and the CD changer
clicked until a different disc began playing.  She made no protest nor
said anything about us riding in the back.  As we got on the freeway,
he and I made small talk for awhile.  She was up front and couldn’t
really hear us.  She got on her cell and was calling someone.  As we
entered the more rural section of the highway, he pulled my chin
sideways and began to kiss me.  We’d kissed in front of her many
times, so I wasn’t embarrassed or anything.

Then he started unbuttoning my flannel shirt until it was all the way
open.  I had been hard since his first kiss.  He pulled it all the way
off my shoulders until if fell backwards and was only hanging on to me
by my wrists.  His mouth traveled down my neck and trailed down
between my pecs.  Miranda continued to gab on the phone.  We could
hear the loud mouthed guy on the end talking but I didn’t pay
attention to what they were saying.  He popped off my seatbelt, then
his, and pushed me down in the seat.  He reached for my crotch and
began to unzip my jeans once he managed to undo the large belt buckle.

Despite my many naked adventures with him and despite my partaking in
his family sex, I was still shocked that he was getting it on with me
right there in the car with her.  It was hot because it felt like it
was risky and brazen.  It was also hot because even though the roads
were dark, we passed many vehicles that could have seen inside the
back seat as we passed next to them.  Random street lights lit up the
interior of the car several times.  We made out hard and steamily.

He finally moved down and pulled my dick completely out and started to
give me head.  He pulled my balls out too and pulled them gently as he
deep throated my shaft.  Being half naked in her car while it drove
home was such a turn on.  His mouth felt so good.  While he worked my
cock over, she continued to argue with that guy on the phone.

I began to fantasize that Dean and I had followed Kelly back to her
place.  I imagined her telling her boyfriend to get naked with us and
having her watch us fool around.  Then she would try to join in and
would be ignored.  I imagined her storming out mad while the three of
us had nasty, hot sex.  Then I started cumming hard into Dean’s warm
mouth.  I didn’t even try to be quiet about it.  I moaned as I came
and then sat there huffing and puffing.  He lifted his head up and we
kissed and I swallowed my load of cum from his mouth.

Feeling a little awkward after the deed was done, I zipped up and
quickly buttoned my shirt.  Not long after that, we were at her place.
 She acted nonchalant as if nothing had happened.  We didn’t go into
her place, we just told her good night and jumped into Dean’s car to
drive home.

As we drove out of her gate, I started to speak, but he cut me off.

“Pull out my dick bro and start blowing me.  I know you want some cum
before bedtime.”

As usual, I obeyed.

“Oh yeah, that’s it,” he said as I pulled his cock out and started
working on the head first.

“Pull my nuts out dude, I need it all worked on.  Oh, and why are your
clothes still on? Take off everything.”

I frantically pulled off my shirt over my head after undoing two
buttons.  I pulled off my pants and pushed them to the floor.  I was
just in my socks.

“Your socks too man, everything off.”

After all my socks came off, he slowed down next to a grove of trees
and parked on the dark shoulder.

“Get out and put your clothes in the trunk!”

“But dude—“

“Do it Goddammit!”

I’d been in the same position with him before.  Apparently, I enjoyed
being ordered around.  I jumped out in the chilly breeze and tossed
all my clothes, socks, and shoes into the truck and shut it.  It was
thrilling to be standing naked next to a public road.  As I was
getting back inside, a car was coming from the rear.  I jumped in just
in time to avoid their headlights as they came around the bend.  He
pulled out hurriedly onto the main road.

“As you were, sexy.”

I scooted over and started giving him head.  I was already hard as a
rock despite having shot my load less than an hour before.  I stroked
his hairy ball sac with one hand while the other held his dick firmly.
 I bobbed up and down.  I then saw lights above me and realized he was
taking the route through town.  The entire car was lit up with light
from the fast food signs.  I heard automobiles passing.  I tried to
lift my head but he pushed it down hard on his dick and I gagged.  I
instinctively went back to sucking.

I wasn’t paying attention to the outside world anymore and just
concentrated on giving him quality head.  I remained undistracted
until I heard the engine slow down and we turned into our gravel
drive.  His hand remained firmly on my head as he parked.  As we sat
there in the car, it was very dark.  I kept sucking until he started
fucking my mouth hard and spurts of warm jizz flooded my mouth.  I was
always amazed at how much cum he produced.  I swallowed every
wonderful drop of it.  After he was done, I sucked the last droplets
out and milked it.  He finally released my head.

I looked out and instead of being parked next to his trailer, we were
parked next to my car in the grass.  My car was between his and mom’s.
 We faced the back door at an angle.

“I’m heading in babe.  You wanna join me?”

“I gotta work tomorrow,” I said tiredly with a yawn.

We stepped out of his car on different sides and after I closed the
door to walk to the back by the trunk, I heard the locks of all four
doors click.

“Here you go!”

He tossed me some keys—my own!

“Open the trunk dude!” I said low so I wasn’t heard by my mom.

“Good night dude.”

He ran off laughing and left me naked outside!  All my stuff was in
his car.  I could have chased him but I sneaked to my back door and
tried to quietly open it.  Just as it was closed, from down the hall
mom called out.

“That you babe?”

I hauled ass into my room and closed the door.  I grabbed a pair of
shorts off the bed and walked into the kitchen.

“Yeah mom, it’s me.”

I was fuckin’ mad at Dean.  It had been long overdue, but it was
typical Dean mischief.   I got on the computer and logged into my
instant messenger and sent him a message to his phone.  Then I heard
his car doors opening…he’d sneaked back out to move his car to his
driveway.  I ran back outside and went to his window.

“Open the god damn trunk!”

I opened the trunk after it popped and grabbed all my stuff.  Behind
the shadow of the trunk’s hood, I put my clothes completely back on.
I rolled my shorts up into a ball and tucked them in my back pocket.
I headed back to my back door.

“Dude, I was just playing…chill out!” he called from his car window.

I just kept walking and flipped him off over my head.  When I went
back in, mom was in the kitchen pouring some juice.

“You guys have a good time?” she asked, oblivious to what had really gone on.

“I forgot my phone in Dean’s car and ran back out.”

She kissed me on the forehead and told me she was going back to bed.
It was typical of her to go to bed but not sleep sound until I was
home.  She’d usually get up for a minute then go back to bed.

I’d been feeling good after our two back to back sexual adventures and
then he went and did something stupid.  I didn’t enjoy being made a
fool of.  I wondered if he even realized his stupidity.  I stripped
again and rolled into my bed.  I started thinking about Billy the
drummer again.  This time, as I fantasized, I thought of me and Billy
having sex…alone.

To be continued

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