Date: Sun, 31 Mar 2013 18:35:04 -0500
From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: My Twisted Boyfriend PT 8

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My Twisted Boyfriend (sequel to Twisted Next Door Neighbors) PT 8

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

I barely spoke to Dean for nearly two days after our last spat.  We had
argued over him locking me out of his car with my clothes in the trunk.  I
wasn't even sure if he realized my silence was on purpose.  We didn't see
each other in person; we only sent texts back and forth.  For example, on
Sunday I texted him to ask if he was still going to Debra's Christmas party
with me.  He replied, "Of course."  It was to be on Monday night and each
employee was encouraged to bring a guest.  With Debra being an openly gay
woman, I had no worries about bringing Dean as my boyfriend.  It was a big
move for me.  Mondays were often my day off, but I'd have to work the next
day.  Debra chose Monday to fit with everyone's work and vacation schedules.
Of course Dean was home from school and doing little else but sleeping.

On Monday, I dragged myself out of a warm bed and went on a six mile jog.  I
wished Dean was jogging with me like old times, but seriously he didn't
need to do anything that would keep his weight down.  The morning air was
brisk, but there was no wind.  The new gym in town was to open soon and
then I'd have a wonderful, indoor track to run on.  I tried hard to remain
disciplined with regular exercise despite having no school gym anymore to
use.  I did lots of push ups, sit ups, etc.  I had some barbells in my room
that used to keep my arms and chest in shape.  Despite my appetite, I was
able to keep the fat away and kept my body's metabolism rate high.

I finally got out on the road for my morning jog.  Despite the cold, I
built up a good sweat in my fleece warm-ups.  My dick bounced around as I
ran "commando" style.  I reserved jock straps for other sports.  I liked
the feeling of my dick and balls bouncing.  Sometimes their flopping around
gave me an erection and I would continue to run with a hard dick even in
daylight.  It wasn't extremely noticeable, but it was still a turn-on to do
it.

I made it back home, showered, and drove into town alone for a haircut.  I'd
texted Dean to go with me, but I received no response.  His brothers were
out of school for the Christmas vacation.  Strangely, I didn't see them up
and about.  They were usually up early and riding bikes, riding
skateboards, etc.  Had I not alienated myself with them lately, I probably
could have had them as jogging buddies--they were athletic like me.  I did
hate to run alone and having someone with me made it go faster.

After my haircut, I drove home to clean up my car and wash it for the
evening date with Dean.  After hosing down my car, I bent over to pull
sponge from a bucket of suds and heard someone whistle at me.

"Nice ass!"

It was Jim.

I just smiled and patted it with my hand.

"Yeah, I know," I joked.

He laughed heartily and shook out the rubber mat from the driver side of
his truck.  We were both cleaning out our vehicles.

"Big date tonight?" he asked.

"Yeah, we're going to my boss's Christmas Dinner at her house."

"Dean told me y'all were going out but didn't say where or anything," he
replied.  "Sounds like fun."

I shrugged my shoulders and continued to clean my car.  I got out my Armor
All cleaner and began to wipe down the seats and dash area after the
outside was washed and dried.  I didn't feel like going back into town to a
car wash to vacuum my car, so I walked over to Jim and asked to use his vac.

"Sure, it's over in the shed.  Grab that extension cord...you'll need it to
reach your car."

I felt his eyes on me as I spoke to him.  My dick stirred.  I'd love
another fuck in the shed like before, but I vowed I wouldn't have any more
sex with him without Dean around.  The last session was too intense.  I'd
wondered that if Dean wasn't around, could I fall for Jim.  He was so hot
to me.  I didn't care that he was twice my age and old enough to be my dad.
I walked over past him and his truck and walked into to shed.  I fondly
recalled recently being fucked on his workbench right there and it was
great.  I quickly grabbed the machine and cords and hurried back to my car.

I plugged the industrial vacuum cleaner into the single outdoor outlet
located on the side of our trailer and turned it on.  I was bent over many
times to vacuum all the nooks and crannies in my car with my ass in the air.
I'd look back towards Jim and see him leering at me from the corner of my
eye.  I saw him rub his crotch once.  I got hard thinking about having sex
with him.  In the end, I avoided temptation and simply got the vacuuming
over and done with.

As I entered the shed to put the vacuum back, I passed Dean's window.  I
wondered if he was awake and I stared at his window.  I looked back towards
it as I left the shed hoping to see him looking out.  The blinds never
moved.  Still under Jim's watchful eyes, he spoke as I walked by him to
enter my yard.

"He sure has slept a lot huh?" Jim asked as if testing me.

"What's new about that?" I asked.

He gave me a stern look as if saying, "you know something don't you".

I tried to blow it off and went back to my car to finish detailing it.  I
tried to avoid speaking to Jim the rest of the time.  He finished before me
but looked over at me like he wanted to say something before he went inside.
I pretended to be engrossed in my cleaning and the loud music playing on my
car stereo.  I felt guilty for not confessing about knowing Dean was using
crystal meth, but it wasn't my place to tell his dad.  I think I was more
worried about Dean's reaction if I told his dad.  Nonetheless, Jim was not
stupid and would find out if he was already suspicious of something.

After the car was done, it looked great except for the paint job that it
still needed.  Inside, it looked like it was new.  I took a photo or two of
the interior and planned to post them in one of the car forums I belonged
to online.  After the photos were done, I went inside and made a couple of
sandwiches and filled my belly.  I got sleepy after that and napped until I
heard mom come home.  I got up to say hello but went back to bed, but I
asked her to wake me up in time to get ready for the dinner.

I slept off an on for the next two hours, but woke up with a sinus
headache.  Mom knocked on my door to wake me up and I called out to her
that I was up.  I showered and made my hair all spiffy—I actually used some
gel stuff on it.  I put on a dress shirt and slacks along with the dress
shoes that I rarely wore.  The shoes were too small but I'd try to tolerate
it for a few hours.

I went out into the living room to wait until time to leave.  I planned to
text Dean when I was ready and we'd meet outside at my car and go.

"Oh my baby, you look so handsome!" mom called out. "Hold on, I'm running
to get my camera.  I don't get to see you dressed up too often!"

I rolled my eyes while she scrambled in the spare bedroom and finally found
her camera.  She took about five of the same pose.  Mom's photo craze
lightened my mood and I felt less nervous.  I was a little tense because I
was going to the boss's house.  It was six o'clock, so I texted Dean to
meet me outside.

I walked out to meet him and he didn't come right away.  I got into my car
and sat there and unlocked his door.  He finally came out and was dressed
like he used to dress in high school with the half Goth / half whatever
appearance.  He frantically jumped into the car with a lot of noise.  He
was drowned in cologne and reeked of cigarette smoke...and the smell of
marijuana!

"Fuck you look hot!" he said and grabbed me.

I pushed him off.

"What the fuck are you doing getting stoned before this dinner?" I yelled.

"Calm down dude, I just smoked a little."

"Yeah, but you smell and act like you smoked a blunt.  Get out!"

"What?"

He was clearly stunned that I was kicking him out.

"Go! Get the fuck out!"

He looked hurt and then mad.  He got out and slammed the shit out of my car
door and walked to his back door.  He slammed it shut, too.  My eyes were
watering from anger.  I turned off the car and went back inside.  I wanted
to punch something.  I slammed the door, too.

- - -

Mom ended up going with me in Dean's place—I simply invited her after my
fight with Dean.  I told her why I did it and she didn't lecture or say a
word, she just quickly got dressed up and we left.  After all, she was the
person who referred me to Debra for my job in the first place.  We drove to
Debra's rural home mostly in silence.  I put the radio on a station that
played music that mom liked but neither of us spoke.  I was still silently
stewing over Dean's fuck up.

Upon arrival at Debra's, we were greeted warmly.  We were the last to
arrive—the other mechanics and their wives were already there.  The wives
had met Debra before and she was in the middle of telling everyone some
long, humorous story.  Her partner, Charlotte, had greeted us at the door
and took our coats.  She was taller than Debra, blonde, and slim.  She had
the same disposition as Debra.  Her country accent sounded more "old South"
than Texan.  We were immediately at ease and sat down by everyone else.

Debra finished her story and then came over to greet me and mom.  She had
been expecting me to bring Dean.  However, she didn't ask anything about
him, but greeted my mom like they were friends who hadn't seen each other
for ages.  She may have seen the embarrassment in my face, but she didn't
harp on it.  She pulled us to the bar and asked mom what she wanted to
drink.

"Now I know you like this...that's all I ever see you drink," she said to me
as she handed me an extremely cold can of Coke.

I thanked her and popped the top open.  Had I been with Dean, I would have
felt like I was "one of the adults".  Instead, I felt like I was joining my
mom at one of her friend's dinners.  The mechanics' ages ranged from early
thirties and up...not extremely older than me, but with mom there I felt like
a kid.

Over all, I had a decent time, but it could have been better if Dean hadn't
fucked up.  I tried to not think about him but he kept creeping back into
my thoughts until we finally left nearly a few hours later.  We drove home
after ten o'clock and I was in bed by eleven.  I took a sleeping pill from
mom's bathroom to make myself sleepy because I knew I'd sit awake for a
long time stewing over Dean if I didn't.

I was asleep when I heard a tap at my window.  I knew it had to be Dean and
I turned over to try to go back to sleep.  As I continued to ignore it, it
got louder.  Wearing a wife beater and boxers, I wrapped myself up in my
blanket and got up to go open the back door.  He must have heard it opening
and came walking around the corner.

"I'm really sorry dude."

The cold air blew in and I pulled the blanket tighter.  Sleepily, I just
stared at him.  He was in the same clothes as when I kicked him out of his
car but his hair looked like he'd slept on it since then.  He looked
pathetic.  A part of me wanted to pulled him in and hug him...the other
half of me wanted to teach him a lesson and close the door in his face.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow.  We're gonna wake my mom up."

He raised his hands up like he wanted to hug or kiss.  His hands were shaky.
I stepped out onto the cold wooden step and he pulled me towards him and
kissed me.  My stomach tightened up.  I didn't return the embrace...I kept
the blanket twisted around me and stepped back inside.  I closed the door.

"You okay babe?" mom said as she walked into the living room.

"It was Dean, mom."

She said nothing and walked back to her room.  I'd hoped to not wake her up
but she'd heard the door and windy noise anyway.  I locked the door and
went back into my room and snuggled into the warm covers.  At that point, I
was wide awake again.  I turned on the TV and found nothing to watch but
some overnight news.  I lay there thinking of Dean and his possible
addiction.

I really had no idea how addicted he was.  Apparently, he'd been using for
more than a year, but I had no idea to what degree or how often.  He
definitely hid it well from me.  He knew me well enough to know that I'd
object to him using something like that.  I wondered how Jim would react.  I
thought about what I was going to tell him the next day and all the
questions I wanted to ask.  The last time I looked at the clock it was just
after three in the morning.

- - -

I woke up late the next morning.  I'd forgotten to set my alarm.  Mom was
off and slept in, so I didn't wake up to the sound of her getting ready for
work.  I had no time to shower or eat; I just pulled on my clothes, pulled
my work cap on, and hurried out of the door.

As I drove to work, I was feeling very irritable.  It was two days before
Christmas.  I was normally in a better mood at that time of year, but I was
very stressed out from Dean's antics.  I stopped at the new Starbucks and
got the most caffeinated beverage they had and arrived at work with one
minute to spare.

"You look like hell," one of the guys said.

"I feel like it."

"We're the ones with the hangovers!"

I laughed and shrugged my shoulders.  I walked into the back room to put on
some coveralls and splashed some cold water in my face from the sink.  My
phone vibrated in my pocket and I pulled it out to see a text from Dean.

The text message read: "We're leaving a day early for Louisiana.  I love
you."

I knew he was going out of town for Christmas, but at that point I realized
I wasn't going to get to talk to him privately until he got back.  I went
out to change the spark plugs of a car and started thinking of my own
Christmas.  This year I was going to drive to Houston (no icy weather was
forecasted) to spend time with my dad.  I hoped I wouldn't be so depressed
after I got there.

Somehow, that day passed quickly and I gladly clocked out to go home at the
end of my shift.  I still loved my job, but I just wanted to be alone.  Dean
and his family were gone when I got home.  Mom went to her hospital's
holiday party that night.  She was on vacation for the next few days, so
she would likely be staying out late.  I was feeling bored and sad after I
was alone in the empty house.

In a spontaneous moment, I put on some warm-ups and walked over to Dean's
place.  I went to his window and pulled off the screen.  Of course, the
window wasn't locked.  Having sneaked in before, I got in with ease.  Once
inside, I snooped through all of his stuff again. His room was still quite
empty since he'd cleaned it out to go to college.  The same furniture was
there, but he'd gotten rid of a bunch of unnecessary junk from before.  Some
of the stuff he'd brought back was in a large and clear plastic storage
container.

I pulled off the lid and pulled out several folders.  Most of it was papers
from his classes.  I flipped through them and found several assignments and
quizzes with excellent grades or good comments from his professors.  In one
folder, I found nothing but drawings of me.  Some were of me naked, some of
me jacking off, but many were just sketches of my face with different, but
serious expressions.  Only one showed me smiling.  Were my expressions
really that dour, I wondered...

I also found several photos of us that he'd transferred from his phone and
had printed at school.  I hadn't seen them sitting out when I went to his
dorm room ever.  Most were of me shirtless in various candid poses.  Some I
knew he had taken, others, I had not.  There were a few of me in underwear,
but none naked.  I wondered if he'd secretly taken naked photos, too.  I
got hard while thinking of him taking naked pictures of me without me
knowing.  A couple of years back, I nearly got physical with him after
finding out he did something similar.  Now, I was intrigued.  All the
photos were taken from an iphone, but looked almost professional.  They
were all of me and were very erotic, especially those with me in little to
no clothes.  I felt very flattered that someone was so obsessed about me.

I put the folders back like I found them.  The rest of the plastic box's
contents had a desk fan, hair brushes, and other random stuff.  There was a
huge duffle bag full of clothes that he had not unloaded after coming home.
I was surprised because he normally would have taken that particular
backpack on their road trip due to its size.  I unzipped it and pulled out
a bunch of clean, folded clothes.  As I slid my hand to push them back in,
my hand touched something cold and made of glass.  I pulled out a new pipe.
 A crack pipe...

I got pissed again. I almost snapped it in two with my hands, but calmed
down in time.  I shoved it back inside and zipped up the bag.  I stood up
and kicked his bed hard.  I knew that somewhere in that bag or in the room
was some hidden meth.

Distraught, I walked out of the room and made my way to the kitchen.  I
opened the fridge for a Coke, and found a huge 12 pack of Budweiser in the
lower section.  I pulled me out a can and popped it open.  The cold beer
felt good going down my throat.  I guzzled it down in seconds.  I grabbed
another...then another.  In an hour or so, I'd had seven beers and half a bag
of pretzels.

The initial buzz hit me fast, but the drunken state was a little delayed.  I
sat there watching TV until the pretzels were gone.  When I stood up, I
nearly fell.  I clumsily picked up my beer cans and pretzel bag and put
them all under my shirt to hold them--I couldn't find a plastic bag
anywhere.  I was using my shirt as a holder for all the stuff and thought I
could hop out of the window like that.   I went back to Dean's room and
pulled the window open and put my feet out to sit on the window sill and
hop out.  Instead, I clumsily hit the ground by landing on my side and the
cans fell out.  I tried to pick up the cans but my head was swimming.  Instead,
I staggered and got up to place the screen back on.  After a few minutes of
fucking with it, I threw it by the shed—I couldn't see well and it was
clumsy.  Again, I attempted to gather up the cans successfully and tossed
them into their large trash can.

All the physical action of jumping out, trying to fix the screen, etc, made
me hot.  I pulled off my sweatshirt and tossed it on the ground.  The cool
wind felt good on my belly and chest and I was in a very good mood.  I
remember singing as I walked back to my place.  I stumbled going up my
steps and nearly landed on my ass.  Once inside, I stripped naked and
turned some music on.  I was tempted to grab some of mom's beers to get
even drunker...I chose food instead.

I heated up some leftover pizza and sat down to eat it.  Just after the
first swallow, my stomach began churning.  I hauled ass to my bathroom and
tripped.  I didn't make it.  I sat on my knees and hurled all over the
bedroom carpet.  Everything I'd eaten recently--and then some--had come up.
I got to the toilet finally and gagged until nothing more would come up.  I
stood up and washed my face.  My throat burned like hell from the straining
and stomach acids.

I looked over at my carpet and cringed.  I nearly barfed again trying to
clean my own sick up—the odor was terrible.  I began to scrub it up with
some of the foam carpet cleaner I found under the kitchen sink.  Even after
it was cleaned up, the room smelled funny like vomit and pine scented
cleaner.  I opened the window and lay back on my bed feeling miserable.  It
was first time to get that drunk and it definitely wasn't worth it.

I lay there feeling melancholy until I heard mom's car driving up outside.  I
quickly closed my window and ran into the living room dizzily to pick up
all the clothes I'd tossed off.  She assumed I was in bed after she came in.
I heard her call my name, but I didn't reply.

- - -

I had a hangover the next morning.  Still, I packed in a hurry and got
ready for my drive down to Houston.  Mom, seeming psychic, didn't try to
make a large breakfast for me.  She just made some toast with orange juice.
I ate the toast to try to soothe the sickly feeling in my stomach.  I had
aches in my eyes and neck.  I didn't feel too hot.

I decided to get on the road as soon as possible.  Being there at home was
making me feel more depressed.  I grabbed my backpack, kissed mom goodbye
and walked out to my car.  I made a quick walk over to Dean's yard to put
that screen back on.  It went back on with ease.  I opened the trash can
lid to see all my beer cans inside.  I covered them up with some other
papers and garbage that was underneath the cans to hide them.  I found my
sweatshirt on the ground and scooped it up.  I quickly went back to my car
and began my road trip.

After I got on the interstate highway, I drove steadily with very few stops.
I didn't eat until I got to dad's place.  Instead, I sipped on a Gatorade,
played mellow music, and over-analyzed my relationship with Dean.  He and I
joked sometimes about growing old together.  Now I was wondering if we
could even stay together for another year.  He seemed so thoughtless quite
often.  I just kept thinking of possible outcomes of his meth issue.  I
worried he'd stay addicted or get brain damage from some complication...even
overdose.  My drive turned out to be as miserable as the night before.

At least the weather was nice and road conditions were perfect.  The last
hour of the four hour drive went by quickly and I was soon in dad's
neighborhood.  The second that my car was in parked in dad's driveway, I
was attacked!  All my sisters came out to greet me.  The youngest ones ran
ahead while the eldest stood on the edge of the driveway waving and
pointing to her new hairdo and hair color.  The stress I'd been feeling
vanished immediately as my little twin sisters ran into my arms as I
squatted to greet them.

My step mom came out to greet me and they grabbed my backpack and pulled me
inside.  The house smelled of the spice scented candles burning and a smoky
scent of the warm fireplace.

"Your dad's due back at any time.  He ran out to get some stuff from the
store," she said.

That wasn't the house I grew up in, but I always felt at home there.  The
rest of the day was spent watching Christmas DVD's, helping dad chop some
wood, and eating some really good food for dinner.  I planned to sleep on
their new sofa sleeper this year so none of my sisters had to move out of
their rooms.  My step mom was very good at keeping the little ones quite
the next morning and I slept really late.  I never knew that everyone was
up and about until I opened my eyes and yawned.

It was Christmas Eve and the kids were in a great mood talking about Santa
Claus.  My oldest sister would just smile and roll her eyes.  She and I
took their dog for a walk and she updated me on her latest boyfriend
troubles.  She apparently was being pursued by three different boys at
school.  She wanted to how Dean was and if we'd had any recent adventures.  I
just downplayed it and gave a boring answer.

Later in the evening after the kids were in bed and my oldest sister was
chatting online upstairs giggling, dad and I had some private time.  I
ended up unloading my own boyfriend troubles on him.  I told him about
finding out about Dean's drug use and then about my doubts and concerns
over our relationship.

"Well son, same sex or not, relationships are pretty much the same.  Your
mom and I had our troubles before we got married."

"But you also got divorced," I said.

"Yeah, but for different reasons.  We fell in love and got married too soon.
I mean, your mom and I may not have gotten married if she..."

He nervously swallowed his Coke and Jim Beam that he'd been sipping on.

"Are you sure you don't want a small one?" he asked and abruptly changed
the topic.

"No dad, I got drunk last night and it was fucked up.  I don't even wanna
touch booze for a long time."

He laughed.

"But you were just saying..." I said.

"I think I should be more careful with drinking and talking to you about
your mom."

He swallowed some more.

"So you almost didn't get married?" I asked naively.

Dad sighed a long sigh.

"We were already engaged, but had another fight and were about to call it
off.  Then your mom got pregnant."

I stood up.

"What the fuck?" I laughed.

"Yeah, but if you tell her I am dead meat.  I mean...she will skewer me!"

I sat back down.

"Does that upset you?" he asked.

"Oh hell no, mom is so much cooler than I thought."

"Yeah, she's a world class mom, she's a great person, but she used to be
kind of wild.  I already told you too much.  I don't want you to lose any
respect for her."

"No harm done dad.  I'll take a sip of your booze now."

- - -

I pretended to go to sleep that night and everyone went to bed around ten
o'clock.  I lay there for a while until I heard my step mom and my dad
sneak into the kitchen.  I'd agreed earlier to help them.  I slid out of
the bed and followed them into the garage.  My dad handed down all the
"Santa Claus" gifts from the attic and I took them down the ladder.  My
step mom started opening the boxes of the toys that had to be put together
and then left—leaving all that for dad and I to do.  She took charge of
gift wrapping all the rest.

She came back out soon with a couple of mugs of coffee.  She wrapped some
of the toys while dad and I tried to decipher instructions for putting two
tricycles together.  Dad was a little tired but I was in a good mood.  We
were done in a in an hour with the assembling, wrapping, and sneaking the
gifts inside to the tree.

"Dave, if you hadn't helped it would have taken forever," dad said.  "Now
it's time for a snack."

He went to the kitchen and took the glass off milk that was left out for
"Santa" and swallowed a Tylenol PM.  He grabbed the cookies that the little
ones had put out and chewed them up.  I got back into the sofa bed and
quickly fell asleep.  It must have been just after midnight.

I awoke to small feet running back and forth upstairs.  I heard my other
sisters stirring, too.  I buried my head the covers hoping to get some more
sleep, but the activity above didn't stop.  I peeped back out at the
digital clock on the DVD player and it was six in the morning.  It felt
like I hadn't gone to bed.

"Dave, did Santa come yet?" my oldest sister yelled from upstairs.

"Yep!" I said under the covers with a groan.

Then I heard all of them come running down.  I dragged myself to the
kitchen and started the coffee.

- - -

The morning went by quickly as we watched the little ones marvel over their
gifts from Santa Claus.  They were very cute.  My older sisters acted more
mature than in other years and helped their mom get the Christmas meal
ready.  We ate shortly after noon and there was a ton of delicious
food...ham, sweet potatoes, green beans, cranberries, glazed carrots,
buttered rolls, etc.  It rivaled a Thanksgiving meal.

After stuffing our guts, dad and I sat lazily watching sports...sometimes
dozing on the couch or loveseat.  The twins played with toys, the older
ones played CD's or used their new phones.  Dad had got me new mats for my
car and a set of tools.  My step mom got me some flannel shirts and crew
socks.  My oldest sister got me an itunes gift card.  It was a very happy
day.  We sat around until dinner and then snacked on the leftovers from
lunch.  In the evening, I had to hit the road so I could get home so I
could get to bed at a decent hour.  I had to work the next day.

I had the usually gang helping me take my gifts, backpack, paper plate full
of food, etc. to the car.  After all the kisses and hugs, I was finally off.
Dad patted me on the back and whisper in my ear.

"Hang in there son, things will work out."

He gave his usual easy going smile and winked.  I drove out of the driveway
and watched them all continue waving until I was out of sight.

- - -

I was happy and in a good mood until midway through the trip.  I suddenly
realized Christmas Eve and most of Christmas day had gone by without a
single word from Dean.  When I finally got home close to ten o'clock and
was parking the car, my phone rang.  I didn't recognize the number.  I
almost didn't answer it.

"Hello," I said.

"Hey dude it's me."

Before he could say another word, I laid into him.

"What the fuck dude?  You don't call me on Christmas Eve or on Christmas
day?  What a thoughtful son of a bitch you are!"

Then there was silence.

"Are you done?"

I stayed quiet and didn't move.

"I didn't take my phone charger.  Dad forgot his phone.  I'm using my
cousin's phone."

"Dude, you've used that excuse before" I said flatly.

"Dude, I kid you not...I am sitting here on a fucking rotary dial phone that
was made like before we were born!"

I lightened a little...I wanted to believe him.

"Yeah you forgot your charger like a dumbass!" said Jeff in the background.

I heard Dean yelling at him to go away.

"I thought I heard a banjo playing just now," I said after I calmed down.

We chatted for a few minutes and he said he couldn't talk long because of
long distance charges.

After he hung up, I felt a little better.  It wasn't the first time he'd
had some phone disaster on a trip.  He could be such an airhead!  However,
his scatterbrained ways were one of the things that were endearing to me.  I
grabbed only what I needed and went on into the house.  Mom wasn't
home...she'd traveled to her own cousins' home for Christmas.  I went inside
and pulled my laptop out.

I hadn't jacked off for two days and was horny as fuck.  I put on some good
porn and started stroking my dick.  I watched two black men in a sixty nine.
They had nice dicks and were going all the way down on each other.  Next,
they stayed in their sixty nine but ate each others asses.  I pulled out my
dick and stroked it.  I was leaking precum like a faucet.

No one was home, no one was next door.  We were the only two trailers left.
It was very dark outside.  There was only one thing to do after thinking
about those facts: Time to go for a naked walk—it had been way too long.

I put on my tennis shoes, but with no socks.  I turned out the front porch
light and left the door unlocked.  I hopped out the back door naked and
left that door locked too...I wasn't about to get locked out again.  It was
about fifty six degrees outdoors.  It was cold, but the cold made the naked
walk sexier.  We were far enough from the new homes to not be seen outside
at night unless lights our porch lights were on.  Most folks had a wooden
fence around their homes now.  We couldn't see them but we never knew if
they could see us.

Don't get me wrong, the new houses hadn't completely squelched our naked
adventures.  When mom was away, Dean would sit in a lawn chair in shorts
with his cock hanging out the leg.  Before it got cold and he was home
visiting, he'd sometimes slip his shorts off while sitting in one of the
lawn chairs with his back facing the field and homes...no one could see
directly.   The twins would lay out naked on a big blanket and tan just low
enough below the vine covered chain link fence that backed our property.  A
couple of times, they fucked on the wooden steps with the porch light out.  Jim
got pissed if they did stuff outside, but in the house they were naked and
sexual without a word from him.

So that mildly cool Christmas night, I strolled around the property down
the gravel drive with my hard cock bouncing around with zero clothes for
back up.  I spit down on my erect dick and jacked it now and then as I
sauntered along.  I even walked on the road for several yards and then
turned back.  There were no clouds and the sky was starry.  I paused and
took a long piss right in the middle of the road.  Just as I finished,
headlights appeared far ahead.

I jogged back into the yard of the first lot where the old doublewide had
just been removed from.  Their wooden porches from their front and back
doors were still there along with the concrete steps that went up to the
top.  A huge set of shrubs, now leafless in the winter, blocked the steps
from the road a little bit.  I sat down on the cold concrete just barely
covered by the bushes from the road.  As the car zoomed by, I started
jacking my dick.  Despite the cold, I was getting hornier by the minute.  I
kicked off my shoes and lay back.  I spit on my dick and jacked some more.  Now
and then, another car would pass by.  If they could even see me, they'd
have no idea what they were seeing in the dark.

My ass felt numb, so I got up and walked to the other set of steps.  They
faced opposite the road.  Once I was up on the old, creaking deck, I was in
view of the road, albeit pitch black outside.  The breeze blew and some
branches in one of the large trees clanked and I jumped a little.  I was
still barefoot and cold, but loving the outdoor nudity.  I heard another
car coming.  This was going to me it...I was ready to cum.

I spit on my dick and started frantically jacking.  The orgasm was so
intense that I had to hold onto the old single post next to me to keep from
falling.  The car approached and I was standing on the deck with no
protection in the darkness.  I started shooting my load into the air.  As
my last squirt ooze forth, the car passed by—it was a police car!  I saw
the car slow down in the distance and turn around.  Then, I freaked.

Barefoot still, I jumped down into dried, dead grass full of stickers.  I
yelled as I fell into them.  I staggered up and ducked into the empty,
hollow underside of the structure.  It was muddy and dank underneath. It
smelled nasty.  I moved my head and bumped it on the wood.  I pulled away
and felt a string of spider webs on my ear.  I spastically brushed it off.
  My mouth went so dry I could hardly swallow.

Simultaneously, the car drove back by very slowly and it stopped.   I
peeped out the crack in the side of the deck's underside and saw the car
better.  !  I heard the door open and I panicked.  I tried to freeze and
not breathe.  Then I heard a gushing sound.  There was a set of feet moving
then a voice spoke.

"See, I told you this place was empty.  When I gotta go, I gotta
go—otherwise I'd pissed my pants!' said a male voice.

"Next time you don't drink so much damn coffee!"

They both laughed.  They were just taking a piss break!  How ironic it
happened after I just did the same.  Well, that would be a story for Dean
alright.  Just after I heard the piss drizzle stop, both cops got back in
the car and pulled out onto the road and drove off.

Feeling a mixture of emotions, I got out from my dirty hiding place and
brushed off.  I was freezing.  It took a few minutes, but I finally found
my shoes.  I put them back on and walked back to my place.  I pulled the
small stickers from my leg and ass.  I'd been outside naked now for about
thirty minutes!  What a rush it was...and nearly busted!

- - -

Dean was home the next day after I got home from work.  I went over to see
him.  Upon telling my story to him, he pulled out my dick and started
giving me head.  He didn't let me cum until my story was done and then I
fed him my load.

"I don't know man, I have a fantasy of being getting busted naked without a
stitch...then I have to ride to the police station, get out in handcuffs, get
booked, and the tossed in my cell where they finally give me clothes to
wear."

His fantasy kept me hard.  At that point, I was starving for his ass.  So,
for the next hour I rimmed him.  I spent a long time alternating sucking
his pucker and then ramming my tongue as far up it as I could.  I work his
crack up and down paying special attention to his taint.  I pulled his dick
back towards me and it lay flat on the bed as I milked it with my hand.  His
sexy, pale skinned ass was slowly growing hair on it and felt so soft when
I rubbed my whiskered face against it.  There was already a circle of light
hair around his hole.  Sometimes, he shaved it, but that day it was all
there.  I swirled it around with my tongue and he cooed.  I ate and ate...I
couldn't get enough of it.

I alternated sliding a few fingers inside and twisting them around...he loved
that.  Long and intense rimming sessions usually ended with a good fuck.  This
one was no exception.

"Fuck me dude," he said in a whisper.

I didn't have to lube him up at all.  I pushed my cock in with one movement
all the way to my pubes and just lay there on top of him with all my weight.
I weighed way more than him, but he didn't complain.

"God damn, that's so nice." he mumbled.

I playfully bit his neck and he made a purring sound.  I slowly fucked him
with deep, full strokes.  I licked his neck and stuck my tongue in his ear.
His moaning became louder until it was loud enough for everyone in the
trailer to hear.  I built up another orgasm and started to cum.  There was
a layer of sweat between Dean and me now.  I collapsed on him after my last
spurt of cum.

Our hands were locked together.  I tried to get up, but he held on.

"I gotta get up.  I gotta go piss."

"I don't care."

I laughed, but he held onto my hands.

"Do it here."

"What?" I laughed

"Piss in my ass.  I wanna feel it."

We'd never done any piss play before.  Despite us having other kinds of
kinky sex in the past, I was taken off guard.

"Do it!"

His last command was loud and authoritative.  I relaxed and let all my
weight fall on him again.  I heard him wheeze some like it was hard to
breathe, but I stayed on him.  I scraped his neck with my goateed chin and
he moaned.  I had to think about cars and stuff for my dick to soften.  After
a minute or so, I felt myself draining into his ass.  I hadn't pissed for
hours, so it was no small load.

"Now what?" I asked.

"Pull off very, very slowly," he advised.

I pulled my cock out and it popped out with a smacking sound.  He rolled
over quickly.

"Oh man, I feel so full!  Suck me off...I'll keep it in!"

He was already hard as a rock.  I bent over and took his sweet dick into my
mouth and deep throated him good.  I teasingly pushed on his belly with my
palm.

"Oh fuck, watch out!"

I let go and kept sucking.  He moaned loudly.

"Oh yeah, suck it dude...suck my cock all the way.  You know you want my
cum!" he said loudly.

My jaw ached after all the ass eating.  I was ready for him to cum.  With
no warning, I started pumping up and down with my mouth and hand while
pressing on his stomach putting pressure on his bladder and lower belly.  On
his back, his left hand went between his ass cheeks to keep his hole shut
and practically yelled.  He shot the usual, if not more, huge load into my
mouth.  I let it all collect inside my mouth so I could taste and swallow
it slowly afterward.

In the aftermath, we lay there spent.

"Dude, help!"

"What?" I said sleepily.

"I can't get up without leaking."

I helped him stand up with his fingers being a dike in his ass.  After
that, I opened the door and he hauled ass into the bathroom and landed on
the toilet to empty himself.  After a while, he called me in to say he was
done.  We showered together and then spent the day naked on the couch
watching TV with his family.   His brothers acted more friendly to me and
seemed to have forgiven me for being an asshole.  Finally, they went out to
ride bikes or something and Dean told me why they were acting better.

"They acted like assholes since I got back from college...I know you noticed.
I talked them on during our vacation and they told me you'd been kind of
rude to them.  Based on all their other ramblings, I gathered they're
getting kind of mushy...too sentimental.  Am I right?"

I nodded.

"Well, I told them you're just a friend...no strings.  Don't make that face;
I wasn't a total dick to them.  I think they'll be less clingy now."

"Maybe I shouldn't be fucking around with them so much," I said.

"Well, you know I don't care if you do.  Are you bored with them?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"You wanna another threesome with someone new, huh."

I just kind of smiled.

"Ok dude...I'll set one or two up before I go back.  How about Sunday?"

- - -

Sunday afternoon, Dean got online and posted a sex ad.  He kept emailing
guys until he found one suitable.  I liked many of the responses that
included a photo, but they were too old, too stocky, too dark, too whatever
for him.  Personally, I didn't like those that seemed too queenish or by
their photo fit the stereotypical "twink".

"Get over yourself, dude...the cute twink guy looks kind of fem, but look at
his ass pics!  You know you want to eat that!"

In the end, he chose someone and didn't let me know anything about them
until they arrived.  The guy was 22 years old and lived a few towns away.  He
couldn't host because he lived with his parents.  Dean invited him to my
place.  When he drove up, he got out of a new looking sedan.

"Looks like an old lady's car!" I said while looking out the window.

"Quit being so critical!" he snapped.

A slim, tall black guy got out of the car.  He was dressed in trendy
clothes...walked with an effeminate swagger.  He walked up to the front door
and knocked.  Dean opened the door and he walked in.  He introduced himself
at Jerry.  He had a very middle class, no accent voice.  He probably came
from a neighborhood like Miranda's.   He seemed kind of shy.  He wasn't
totally "nellie" nor particularly masculine.  He smelled good...his cologne
was just enough let one notice without choking on it.

"So Jerry, you like my boyfriend here?  He's got a great body and he loves
to eat ass.  You want him to go down on yours?"

Jerry just shyly nodded.

"Why don't you strip for him, Jerry?"

I loved Dean's confident, no nonsense approach.  Jerry took off his clothes
slowly.  I got hard as his tight clothes came off and revealed a sexy and
very dark body.  Lucky for me, I loved men of color.  Once he was totally
naked, I asked him to sit on the couch facing the cushions on his knees
with his ass outward.

His ass cheeks were muscled and tight.  I licked out his hairless, dark
trench.  I pressed my nose into and loved the smell.  He moved his hands
backward and spread his ass wide for me to get better access. I inhaled the
soapy, yet pungent scent.

"Looks like my boyfriend likes sniffing your hole, too." Dead said.

Dean sat in a chair with only his cock out, slowly stroking it as he
watched.

"Dave, take your clothes off too."

I obeyed and hurriedly got naked.  I went back to eating immediately.

"Dave, Jerry's a total bottom.  Well, that's what he said online.  You want
Dave to fuck you good?"

Jerry said, "Yeah," shyly.

Dean dug around in his pocket and flipped a condom package over to me.  He
pulled out a bottle of lube from some hiding place and handed it to me.

"Lay on your back dude!" he ordered Jerry.

Like a kid minding his parent, Jerry lay on the couch and scooted way down
and pulled his knees to his chest.  His ass was exposed for the taking.  I
lubed my dick and slid the condom on.  I squirted some lube into Jerry's
hold and fingered it.  He moaned.

Soon enough, I was fucking him good with my hands on the couch cushion
above him.  He was moan louder and louder.  Just when I was getting in a
good rhythm, I felt my own ass poked from behind.  Dean shoved his lubed
cock hard into my hole.  It hurt, but I kept fucking Jerry.  Dean was still
totally dressed but ramming me from behind.  He pulled me closer as I
pushed harder into Jerry.  He reached far around me and started jacking
Jerry.

Sandwiched in the middle, I was in heaven.  My ass was full and my dick was
slowly getting used to the condom and building up an orgasm.  Suddenly,
Jerry started cumming with small squirts and then one went over his head
onto the couch.  I started cumming hard and pumped until my dick was
done.  Dean
shot his load into my ass as I got my breath back.  Once he pulled out, I
fell over onto Jerry and he stretched his legs out finally.

He gave me a quick kiss.

I slowly stood up and felt dizzy.

"Man, you guys are hot!" he said.

"Thanks." Dean replied.

"The shower's down the hall if you need it," I told Jerry.

He sheepishly walked down the hall carrying his clothes and went into mom's
bathroom and showered.  He took forever to finish.  When he came out, was
sitting on the couch naked with Dean still dressed but in my lap.  His dick
was still out and I was softly playing with it.  I still had the condom on
my dick.

"Man, you guys are at it again?" he asked with a slight lisp.

"Yeah, we're horny bitches!" Dean said.

Jerry grabbed his keys from the coffee table and quietly left.  I rolled
off the soiled condom and held it over Dean's mouth.  I squeezed it and my
cum dripped onto his sexy lips.  We kissed and shared my cum.

"You gonna cum again?" I asked with anticipation.

"Probably not, but I don't mind if you suck on it."

We messed around the rest of the afternoon until we heard mom's car drive
up.  I smelled like a whore, so I quickly ran to shower.  He was stealthily
out the back door before she came in (he'd perfected it over time).  I was
exhausted but in a very good mood.  I lazed around until dinner and then
mom and I watched TV until our bedtimes.

- - -

Monday, I was off and drove into Fort Worth to complete my enrollment in
the trade school and to pay the tuition.  I was excited to start.  The next
set of courses and training began in two weeks and would coincide with Dean
packing up to head back to school.  I also had to buy a set of books used
in the courses.  It was all very expensive.  I wanted Dean to drive into
town with me but he wanted to sleep.  At least he was eating a lot since he
was back.  He remarked about all the good food he had in Louisiana and was
always snacking at home.

I was hoping he was done with the crystal.  We'd never talked about it.  The
topic got swept under the rug.  The day after I went to the school, I went
to work and then to Dean's for hamburgers.  Jim was making his bad ass
burgers and I was starving.  I came home especially grimy and wanted to
wash up, but after Dean saw me all dirty, he pulled me to the couch and
started giving me head in front of everyone as Jim cooked.  Jim just winked
at me when I glanced over with Dean bobbing up and down.

After I came, the twins came in and helped Dean strip me.  Dinner was ready
and we were all naked.  We all went to the kitchen and served ourselves.  The
food was incredible.  I had two fat burgers, French fries, two cans of Coke
and there was a store bought pie for dessert.

After supper, Jim was snoring on the couch.  I had a hard time keeping my
eyes off his flaccid dick.  His long ball sac hung to the side covered in
curly hair.  I wanted it in my mouth.  My dick rose to half mast but I
didn't think Dean noticed while he clicked around on the remote for
something to watch.

We couldn't find anything worthwhile on TV and went to Dean's room.  After
we went into his room, the naked twins burst in, chasing each other and
rough housing.  It was nothing new.  As they burst in, one of them picked
up Dean's backpack—the one I snooped through secretly before—and knocked
the other one over the head with it.  Along with the strike came a loud
cracking sound and then loose glass rattling.  I knew exactly what it was.

"Goddammit!" Dean yelled and got up and grabbed his brother by the arm.

He pushed him onto the bed and tackled him.  It actually looked hot with
Dean wrestling him on the mattress. It turned ugly very fast, though.

"Who told you to grab my shit?" he yelled at Jeff as he squirmed to get
free.

I'd seen Dean playfully rough house with the two of them many times but it
was always good natured and fun.  Not this time.  Dean backhanded Jeff
across his face.  The second after he did it he pulled his hand to his own
face and looked startled.  Jeff rolled over holding his face and popped
Dean back in the mouth.  Curt pushed dean off their brother and they
hurried out of the room.

"Why did you do that?"  I asked.

Before he could answer, two hard and loud footsteps came walking to Dean's
room and the door burst open.

"What the hell are y'all doing?" shouted Jim.

"We're just wrestling!" Dean said rudely.

"Yeah, well it sounded like more than that to me."

Jim was mad and just looked at Dean as he defiantly refused to say anything.
Jim turned and looked at me like I was guilty too.  He turned around in
disgust and closed the door hard.  The tight stomach of mine returned.  I
heard Jim's heavy feet walking back to the living room and sound of him
flopping back on the couch.  He didn't ask the twins what the issue was,
he'd come straight to Dean's room.  I heard one of the twins flushing the
toilet from down the hallway after Jim was gone.

"Dude, you're kind of overreacting.  What broke in your bag anyway?" I
asked as if I didn't know.

Dean said nothing but opened his backpack.  He took out some clothes and
then shook broken glass into the trash can.

"Well you really didn't need your meth pipe anymore anyway...right?"

"That's my business," he replied dryly.

"You need to stop using it.  It's gonna fuck you up.  You want to end up
dead or a fucking junkie or dead?" I said.

"Keep it down dude!"

I decided to leave as he rolled over on the bed to tune me out.  I opened
the door quietly only to find Curt right there listening to every word.  He
almost fell into the room as I opened the door.  He gathered his composure
and looked at me with a shocked look on his face.  I walked by him and into
the living room to gather my clothes.  Curt slipped into his bedroom where
Jeff was and I heard them talking lowly.

Back in the living room, I pulled on my socks.  Jim was dozing on the couch
again.  I was feeling defiant and mad because of Dean.  I looked over at
Jim's sexy beer gut and slightly sagging pecs.  His hands were behind his
head and his bushy armpits were exposed just beyond his large biceps.  I
tossed my clothes to the side and spit on my hand.  As Jim snored, I stuck
a finger up my ass and jacked off.  I stared at his fat dick and imagined
it ramming my asshole with no mercy.  I broke my own record for the fastest
ejaculation I'd ever done and squirted cum onto his coffee table.

I wiped my hand on the couch and pulled on my underwear and pants.  I
pulled on my uniform shirt and buttoned it up.  My work boots sat at the
end of the couch.  I moved past Jim quietly to pick them up.  Just as I
bent over, his large hand slid up my thigh and grabbed my leg.

"That was hot man!  Did you forget I fake sleeping pretty good?

To be continued

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