Date: Fri, 12 Apr 2013 23:16:02 -0500 From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com> Subject: My Twisted Boyfriend PT 9 (Remember, your donations allow everyone to enjoy this and other stories—please consider a donation to Nifty.org) My Twisted Boyfriend (sequel to Twisted Next Door Neighbors) PT 9 (Fiction/fantasy, teen/college romance, incest) Jim caught me off guard by pretending to be sleeping while I jacked off watching him just minutes after arguing with Dean. Curt had just overheard Dean and I talking about his meth use. As I bent over to grab my work boots so I could go home, Jim felt me up. I turned around quickly and picked my shoes up. He picked up on my mood quickly. "What are you two fighting about now?" he asked. "Go ask him," I said bitchily. "Never mind," he said and rolled his eyes. I pulled on my boots and looked at his hard dick from the corner of my eye. "You wanna suck me off?" "Now's not a good time," I answered. "That's a first. Watching me here on the couch was enough to make you jack off a few minutes ago. Now you're all standoffish?" I shrugged my shoulders. "He's really got you rattled," Jim said flatly. I ignored him and headed back to my place. Mom had known I was next door because I'd texted her earlier. She was in bed when I got home, though. I went to my room and changed into a clean t-shirt and shorts. I turned on my laptop and put an old favorite Sci-Fi DVD on to play. I was feeling stressed out again and needed to calm down. I had no pills or pot left. Mom's beer was off limits. I could do nothing but just get lost into the movie and forget real life for a while. I wished I could go hang with my old school buddies. Many were in college in other cities or had simply moved away...and there was the few that outright didn't call me anymore after word was out that I was gay. Dean never wanted for us to go do anything except to go dancing with Miranda--if we did anything at all. I didn't care if we did something with Miranda or not, but we never did anything different anymore. I was up for going to hear live music in the city, but our most recent venture to do so with Miranda and her friends ended weirdly. Speaking of that night, I lay there thinking about Miranda's gal pal and her bisexual boyfriend, Billy. He was hot. I lethargically stuck my hand in my boxers and thought about Dean and Billy using me. I imagined me naked on all fours on a bed while one stood on the floor face fucking me, the other fucking me hard from behind doggie style. I started jacking off and thought about them swapping positions and tossing me around. As usual, my hottest and most common jack off fantasies involved me being a total cum bucket to two or more guys—the more the better I imagined. I even considered asking Dean to set up a gang bang for me. Those thoughts usually made the cum start flowing. There had been days in the past when I had shot three loads in a single day. I realized I was too tired and trying to cum again wasn't worth the work. I stared over at the DVD that had been playing in the background. I set the alarm on my phone and placed it next to my bed. I watched the movie playing until I drifted off to sleep. - - - After the fight, things mellowed out some and Dean and I hung out each day after work for a couple of hours every night. We had minimal sex, just either blowing or jacking each other off. I was too tired for fucking or just not in the mood. There was tension again between him and his brothers. However, I was on good terms with them again. Two mornings in a row, the twins went jogging with me but they didn't say much. On the morning of New Years Eve, we jogged our old route down the country roads. Traffic was light so we didn't have to move off the shoulder too much. I forgot my ipod nano and the twins didn't bring theirs. That morning, they were talkative as they approached me outside. Once we got on the road they spoke little. After three miles, we reached our turnaround spot and I finally spoke. "So why are you guys so silent? Have I pissed you off again?" I said with my breath huffing. They were running slightly ahead of me but slowed to a walk. I was in the middle of them. Jeff looked over at Curt then me. "Is Dean really using?" "Did you ask him?" I said. "Why? I heard you talking to him. You busted me out when I was snooping!" Curt said. He wiped the sweat from his brow on the shoulder of Jeff's sweatshirt. Jeff shirked as if he was bothered by it. "Guys, he's been using to off and on for at least a year. I wish he'd stop. I can't do anything but bitch at him. Does your dad know?" "Dad's been watching him, I think." Jeff replied. "Dad doesn't really know what exactly Dean's doing...but he's suspicious. He hasn't talked to us but I see him giving weird looks at Dean a lot." We started walking instead of running. No one spoke for a while. "I'm sorry I've been kind of nasty to you guys lately. Both of you have been acting kind of mushy around me. Know what I mean?" They both stopped again and faced me. "I mean, I really dig you guys as friends. You're like younger brothers even. If you're feeling kind of romantic toward me then we better call it quits on messing around." I felt like a stupid ass after saying that. I thought they were about to laugh at me. "We're cool dude. The two of us talked about it. Well, we've talked about you a lot...maybe too much. You've been a prick lately, but I think it woke us up. I think we're still up for having some fun now and then. We won't smother you anymore." I felt relieved. They were thinking maturely for a couple of fifteen year olds. Suddenly, Curt took off running and Jeff followed. Curt turned his head back and yelled. "Hey old man...why `you so slow?" The both started laughing and I hauled ass to catch up and soon passed them. We ran steadily all the way home and didn't stop until we reached our row of mailboxes the entrance of our trailer park. I was out of breath, thirsty, and sweating like a motherfucker, but I was feeling less stress over all than when we started. A small weight had been lifted by clearing the air with the twins. It was a relief to talk to someone in his family about his drug problem. I was torn between telling Jim about it and letting him and Dean battle it out themselves. He was going to be leaving in two weeks again for the spring college semester. I feared he would keep on using meth with the misguided idea that it would help him study for exams and projects. I wondered if he really thought it helped him or if he simply was hooked on the feelings it gave him and he was trying to humor me. It was a no-brainer that eventually random use would become habitual—a habit that could fuck him up. I might have been only 19 with limited drug use myself and not a lot of "life experience" under my belt, but I knew he was heading down the wrong road. - - - After my talk with the twins tensions between them and I eased up. Dean and I lightened up around each other eventually. The day after our last fight, he acted like nothing had happened. I remained in denial that there probably wasn't a real worry and that he was going to be responsible and stop using meth. I really didn't want to think about it. I was repressing my worries and instead of using exercise to curb my stress, I began to pig out on comfort foods. I drank several cokes a day, would munch down half a bag of Doritos in a setting, ate lots of sweets, etc. I'd skip meals at home for fast food that I'd pick up on my way home (loaded burgers with cheese, bacon, jalapenos, etc.). Of course, I wasn't conscious of it all until much later. The first week of the New Year was rather predictable. I'd go to work, grab food on the way home, visit with Dean in the evening, watch TV, and go to bed. We didn't even have sex some days. When we did, some of the passion was missing. I asked him to find us another guy for a three-way hook up, but each evening there wasn't any privacy at my place and Dean didn't want to have an anonymous trick come over while his brothers or dad was home. I tried to talk him into it on a Friday evening. "Why not? I asked like a whining kid. "My dad and brothers think we're exclusive. They don't know we bring over strangers." I replied, "Well, how is it different from all four of us messing around together at some degree. That's not exclusive." "Well, it's keepin' it in the family." I wondered if he was just simply embarrassed for someone to come over and see his house. Mine was pristine, clean, and organized. His was older, full of outdated furniture, cluttered, and reeked of cigarettes, food, and guy smells. I think he felt Jim wouldn't approve either. Jim was then working the 3-11pm shift exclusively with weekends off and wasn't home anyway. I let it rest and didn't push it further. "You wanna try something different? We can let my brothers treat us like total bottoms?" he laughed. "What are you talking about? You are a total bottom, you big pussy!" I joked. We started wrestling on his bed. For a skinny fucker, he was holding his own. I was stronger, but he could make some fast moves. Either way, I had had him in a headlock and he was squirming for mercy. I finally let him go and he slapped my ass hard. We were still dressed because of the chilliness of the house, but I took care of that. I grabbed the waist of his baggy sweatpants and pulled them down in the back. I got my revenge and slapped his ass hard. "Ouch, bitch!" he yelled with a snigger. I grabbed his arms and pulled them to his back and secured them with only one of my hands and arm. I slapped his ass hard again. There was no resistance that time. I looked down and his dick tented his sweatpants! Pushed him a little aggressively against the cheap, faux paneling wall and his head turned to the side. "Do it again!" he whispered. I slapped it really hard...now that I understood he was enjoying it and wanted more. He'd lost a lot of weight and his butt cheeks were now less padded. I felt the bone when I whacked his ass. I continued to slap each cheek separately torturing one at a time. Jim was at work and just the twins were home. Upon entering Dean's room, I'd noticed one of them had on head phones and the other was in the living room playing video games with the volume blasting. I kept on whacking until he stopped me. "Hold on, I have something for us." I let go and he abruptly pulled away and kicked his sweatpants off. He quickly ran out into the hallway. I heard the cabinet door over the washing machine open and close with a slam. I heard him go in and out of the bathroom. He popped back into the room with a mischievous look on his face and held up a small, soiled cloth bag. His nipple rings were temporarily off. "Mom used these on a clothesline outside. Dad would never bother with that shit and these have been in a shelf ever since." He dumped the contents on the bed. It was a bunch of wooden clothes pins. He turned on the small lamp which had a blue light bulb in it and turned the lights out. He turned the stereo on and clicked some buttons and a Metallica CD started, but played at a low volume. "Get naked!" he ordered. I stripped completely and tossed my clothes in the corner—I left just my socks on (it was getting chilly again). We sat on his bed side by side. He started kissing me and felt up my pecs at the same time. I started getting hard right away. His left hand slid down to my balls and stroked them. "Don't move...just let me do it." He grabbed a clothes pin in each hand and rubbed them lightly on my ball sac. "Don't move, remember!" he said firmly. I felt each clothes pin clamp onto my ball sac onto the loose skin. It stung, but not horribly. My nuts hung low so there was plenty of extra skin. "Now do it to me." I awkwardly clamped two pins on his nut sac skin and he didn't react at all. I was suspicious that he'd done this before and knew exactly what he was doing...it wasn't truly spontaneous. He slowly grabbed two more and slid them up my belly and stopped at my nipples. One was clamped onto each tit. Each nip was clamped fully...slightly clamping onto the areola, too. The pinch was tight, but again I didn't feel any extreme discomfort. Little by little, we clamped more to our balls and even to our taint area. He got creative and clamped one to the underside of my penis. "You should get yours pierced right there!" he said as he clamped it on. I replied, "I'm surprised you haven't gotten yours done." Once we each had several pinned to us, he grabbed his lube bottle (which was always sitting out in full view). He poured some into hands and began to milk my cock after removing the single clothes pin on my dick's underside. As he jacked me, the skin there still hurt but the combination of the sting along with the dick massage was awesome. The stinging sensations on my genitals and tits were stimulating even though they hurt. As he milked my dick with a tight suction, the other hand moved to a clothes pin on my nuts and he slowly twisted it. Soon it began to hurt like a bitch and then he let go. He licked my tits around the clothes pins. When went back to the first nipple to twist the pin, he pulled outward and I saw my nip stretch farther than I thought it could. He let it snap back and it fell off. He licked the pinched skin where the wooden clamp had been clamped and the blood rushed into flattened skin to slowly go back to its natural shape. He twisted the other one hard and let it pop off and suckled the skin as the wooden pin landed in the carpet. My balls were still covered with several of them. All of his were still on. He jacked me harder and pulled two of the pins on my sac at once. I started spurting cum and he started milking me furiously. My legs went limp and I fell backwards on a pillow. He bent over to suck my juice up. "Mmm. Tasty as always." As he lay back on the bed, his extremely pale skin was turning pink around his nipples. The side of his ass was still red from being spanked. I spit on two of my fingers and moved up between his legs. On my knees, I shoved the two fingers up his sweaty hole. He closed his eyes and smiled. Without any additional lube, I squeezed a third finger in there. A little bit of air farted out when the other went inside. I admired his flawless, extremely white skin on the rest of his body with various parts sprinkled in dark brown or almost black hair. The hair on his head was slowly growing out but wasn't out of control like it was when I met him. He was so damn sexy! I bent over and started blowing him. As I sucked steadily, I reached up to his chest and slowly pulled off each clothes pin by twisting them really hard. Then I concentrated on pulling and twisting those on his balls without moving my mouth from his cock. I instinctively knew it was okay to be rougher with his clothes pins than he was with mine. He started rubbing his tits with his hands to soothe them in relief. I pushed harder up in his ass and wiggled my fingers. "Dude, you're so good!" I pulled off his dick to spit liberally into my hand until it was a small cup shape full of my saliva. I pushed in all four of my fingers and went back to giving head. I sucked up and down frantically. He grabbed my head with both hands and began to skull fuck me—my payback for torturing his tits and balls? I slipped in my thumb and then my entire hand was up inside his ass! That last action was the trigger. He started cumming and yelled and grunted extremely loud. He held my head down so hard that I was choking on his dick and cum. After he recovered, he released his grip and I pulled away coughing. He rubbed my head to soothe me. I felt some acid come up in my throat and my eyes were watering. "Thanks babe--that was the fuckin' bomb!" I started to pull off the five pins on his balls and taint area. "Ouch, slowly dude!" I pulled each one off one at a time and soothed the pinched skin with my fingers before pulling off the next one. Soon, they were all off. I moved up to kiss him and we lay in each others arms without talking for a long time. I felt incredible love for him. The use of clothes pins was a kinky gesture that was long overdue. That was the Dean I'd missed sexually. I pushed my nose into his damp hair and inhaled the scent of some kind of hair product. He held onto me tightly. We lay like that for a long time before dressing. - - - Dean got his grades in the mail. Despite his intermittent drug use, he managed to do very well. The week before he packed up to leave, we'd gotten along very well...sex was great and we didn't bother with any online sex hookups. I was sad to see him leave again. With less items packed then the first time he left, we sat in his car and kissed before he drove off. "Good luck at school yourself, sexy!" He bit me on the ear. "You better keep your hands off all those blue collar fuckers in your class," he teased. "I'll wait and share any hot ones with you," I replied. We kissed again and I reluctantly got out and he started the engine. I got out and walked to his side of the car. "You need to check the oil in a month. It's due for a tune up soon, too!" "That's what you're for, dude!" He laughed and I kissed him through the window. I hadn't seen mom come out but she was getting in her car to run some errand. She waved at us got into her car. It was still a little embarrassing for me to kiss Dean in front of mom. He had no qualms about it. After she drove out of the trailer park, he raised his motor like a racing car and backed up into the gravel. A white cloud of dust followed as he drove crazily out of drive and onto the road. I walked back inside and turned on the TV. I devoured the rest of a bag of Ruffles and then opened a bag of Doritos. I washed it all down with the remainder of a two liter bottle of Coke. I drank directly from the bottle. I lay back and dozed until I heard mom come back in a couple of hours later. I didn't feel very talkative...just a little depressed instead. I wasn't sleepy at all so I decided to kill time by going for a drive. It was evening and the sun was setting. The sunny day was disappeared as the wind kicked up. A cold front was blowing in and the sky was strange mixtures of pink, orange, red, and blue. I drove onto the interstate highway in the opposite direction of Dean's path. I kept on driving north with the receding sun at my left. Once it was dark, I put on some music that was as melancholy as I felt. The music was a mix of "darkwave" and trip hop songs from various artists. I sang along with it and let the music take me away. Before I knew it, I passed a sign stating "Welcome to Oklahoma." I'd driven about 80 miles from home. On a whim, I picked the first exit off the highway and turned down the road and just drove. In half an hour, I was so far off main road, I wasn't sure I'd know how to get back. I pulled over on the small two lane rural road and looked all around me. I couldn't see far in the dark so I killed my engine and lights. There were no lights of any kind anywhere nearby by the absence of my car lights allowed me to make out some of the landscape better. The road lay out ahead of and behind me, fading into the darkness beyond. The impulse to get naked and walk around presented itself in this ideal situation. I pulled off my socks and shoes and placed them in the floor of the passenger seat. I unzipped my sweatshirt (no shirt under it) and tossed it into the backseat. Off came my pants and they went into the backseat, too. I immediately got horny after becoming naked in my car...I quickly got hard. I rolled down the window halfway and opened the door. Blistering cold wind surrounded me immediately. I was going to do this anyway. I grabbed my keys and closed the door. "It's now or never," I thought. Immediately, I took off on a naked run. My bare feet ran on the cool, asphalt road. The pavement was surprisingly smooth. The wind blew against me as I hauled ass away from my car. All I could think about was the excitement of jogging naked in strange place with all my clothes far behind me. After I jogged a couple of miles, I headed back. With the wind behind me, it was easier to run. I heard a cow mooing in the distance. Halfway back, I paused to spit on my hand and jack off. I was freezing but it was exciting. I quickly shot my load and the wind blew it onto my leg. I hauled ass back to the car and slammed the door. I'd left the window open to make sure I didn't lock myself out, so I quickly rolled it up and started the car. Unlike my other experiences, I didn't immediately dress after cumming—I was feeling quite brave. I organized my clothes for a quick recovery in case I had to dress in a hurry. I started the car to bring on the much needed heater. Once I was toasty again, I carefully turned around on the small road and made my way back to the highway. Somehow, I managed to find my way with out any issues. After several eventless minutes, I saw I car in the distance. I grabbed the sweatshirt and pulled it on but left it unzipped. As dark as it was, the other car could see little to nothing of the inside of my car, but I was a little paranoid. The car passed going the opposite direction very quickly. I relaxed some more and pulled the shirt all the way open...fully exposing my pecs. My dick got hard again. Eventually, I turned onto the interstate highway and was no longer in total darkness. Now and then, there was a semi truck that passed going my direction. I pulled my jeans onto my lap to cover my dick when I drove by one of the huge trucks. I stayed hard the whole time. As I drove away from the state border, I saw an adult video store that I'd passed before on other road trips, but had never ventured into. I decided to check it out. The sign on the building indicated it was open twenty four hours. I had to exit and turn around back in the other direction. As I drove into the parking lot of six or seven cars, I was still naked. As I sat there deciding if I wanted to dress and go in for sure, a guy came out and headed to the car parked next to me. I thought about covering up, but realized that he probably wouldn't care. Dean said that most men that went to straight porno stores were looking for gay sex anyway (a topic of a conversation in the past). I decided to go with it and see what happened. A nice looking guy about my dad's age walked to his car. His vehicle was backed in and his driver's side faced my door. As he walked up to his car and stuck the key in to unlock it, he did a double take after seeing I was sitting there naked. He smiled and nodded. I rolled down the window. "This place any good?" I asked. He smiled hugely and looked down at my rock hard dick. It was pointing straight up. "It's ok. You get a lot of trolls in here looking to suck or get sucked in the booths. Nice dick and body you got there bro! "Thanks," I said. "You better be careful out here, the cops drive around her a lot." The wind blew hard and he shivered. "Good luck in there!" he said. I rolled my window up as he got into his car and quickly drove off. I pulled on my jeans with no boxers, zipped my sweat shirt, and put on shoes with no socks. I grabbed some one dollar bills from my wallet and headed in. It was obviously built in a former, old International House of Pancakes building with its tall A-frame roof still in tact. Upon entering, the smell of deodorizer and cigarettes mixed together hit my nose. The place looked clean but drab. The décor was like something from the nineteen seventies. A bored, old guy at the desk sat there reading a book. There was a nasty ash tray in front of him piled with cigarette butts. "You eighteen? Got an ID?" "I can go back out and get it," I said I as turned to go back to the car. "I believe you." He went back to his reading and ignored me. I walked around in the aisles and looked at all the DVD, VHS, and Magazine sections full of straight porn. I finally found a single, small gay section. I looked to my left and saw a small dark hallway with booths on either side. Each booth had a plywood door. I walked toward them and the old guy suddenly came to life again. "Tokens are five for a dollar!" he said without looking up. I pulled five ones from my pocket and placed them on the dirty counter. He grabbed the money and punched keys into a cash register. Then he handed me a pile of video arcade tokens. I naively walked to the last booth in the hall and jumped in. I closed the door behind me and pulled the latch. The booth was painted black with a small seat. The only light was from the TV monitor and the slots to put tokens into. I dropped about six tokens into the slot and the TV lit up with the image of a woman getting fucked by two black men. The men were hot but the woman was ugly to me. I found the button to change the channel. Each time I clicked it, the screen changed to a different video. There must have been a back room with a ton of DVD players going. I kept clicking and saw some interesting kinky straight stuff where a girl was sucking a hot man's toes and the he made her suck on his hairy balls. It would have been hot if she looked like she was really enjoying it...the look in her eyes had no passion for it as did most of the women in the straight porno's (unless it was two lesbians). I clicked to another station and found "She-males" going at it with straight dudes. I finally came across many hot gay videos. Then my screen went black. I put all of the remaining tokens in. As I watched a video of three Brazilian studs fucking on a soccer field, I got so horny I pulled off my clothes and started stroking. "You're so hot! Stick that dick over here!" I jumped and was startled as a voice spoke through a hole in the wall. I looked and saw a single eye looking back at me. "Ah, no thanks man!" "Ok, well let me watch you then!" he said. I was all for being watched. I spit on my dick and kept flipping through the channels to see if I'd missed anything. I came back to the straight channels and there was an incredible hot Latino man with tatts eating a slut's snatch. He was so hot that I left the video playing. I didn't care if the actor was doing a woman; I imagined that I was with him instead. He voraciously ate the woman's shaved pussy and then started eating her ass. I was shocked because I thought that was only done in gay porn. It made me more excited. When the woman started sucking his fat, uncut dick, he tweaked his nips and spit on her. I started cumming. It was more intense than the naked, outdoor orgasm, but with very little jizz. "Oh hot!" the voice from the hole said. I quickly dressed and the video shut off—perfect timing. I hurried out of the booth and the door next to my booth opened. I had expected one the forewarned "trolls" to appear, but the dude was a thirty-something with clean cut looks with slacks and dress shirt on! I wish I'd let him suck me. "Even nicer out here man! You're hot!" he said as I hurried past him. As I drove home I pondered what would have happened if I'd let the guy suck me off through what I realized later was called a "glory hole". Would I have felt guilty for doing it without Dean? I mean...sex with strangers was the same even with or without Dean there, right? I was glad I didn't do it only because I didn't need the stress of guilt. Soon enough, I was back home and in my warm bed. For once my late night arrival didn't wake up mom. She hadn't even waited up for me...that was a first. - - - The next week was busy...I started my classes at the trade school. My future schedule was to entail working mornings through 3pm and then head to Fort Worth for the evening classes that began at 530pm. The classes were to run until nine o'clock but were scheduled until ten on Wednesdays. The commute was not always very fast and I used a lot of gas. Traffic was horrible as I got into the city during rush hour on the first day. We had a couple hours of classroom and instructional videos followed by on-hands application. It was all very interesting and I enjoyed it, but after it was all over I was tired. I found out that I could arrive early anytime before classes and work on anything I needed to so I didn't have to fight traffic as bad. The class had about thirty guys who ranged in races, ages, and backgrounds. We all had to introduce ourselves at the beginning. I was surprised at how few guys there were of my own age. Most were over thirty. Hell...that was no problem for me. Many of them were hot in their own individual ways and I had to keep myself from fantasizing about me messing around with some of them. Despite my fantasizing, I remained focused for the most part and took in the lessons. After I got home, I excitedly called Dean to tell him all about it. He told me about his dorm room being worse than ever and having to share it with a really nasty dude. "Oh man, he constantly has snot running out of his nose...he's always farting!" I started laughing hard at Dean's story. I got distracted and forgot to tell him about my naked drive. Perhaps, I wouldn't tell him at all. We ended up talking for an hour and I hung up missing him more. I watched TV in my room after fixing me a huge plate of mom's leftovers. I watched a late movie and fell asleep with my empty lasagna plate on my bed next to me. - - - The first week at the trade school flew by. The full schedule of work followed by the class kept me fully occupied and I didn't have time to worry about any "Dean issues". I worked a full shift on Saturday. Sunday was the only day I had neither work nor class. The new gym had opened in the middle of the week and I drove into town to check it out on Sunday morning. They were allowing everyone a free first week to check it out to entice people to join. I had to sign up at the front desk before I could tour the gym. Once inside, I was totally amazed and excited. I walked into the main gym area full of many exercise machines. All the equipment was brand new and state of the art. On the left side, there were two rooms that each had one glass wall and door—one a racquetball court, the other for basketball. The other side of the huge main room had glass doors looking into the "aquatics" area and contained two pools and a whirlpool. A cute muscled guy name Miguel took me and some other guys on a tour of the facility. It seemed much larger inside than it looked outside. Upstairs was the indoor running track which flowed along the outer walls of the second story. In the middle were two aerobics rooms. Back downstairs, pointed out that back end of the main room was full of free-weights. The right rear corner had two separate doorways that led to the male and female locker rooms. I especially wanted to go in there. Our guide took us into the locker room and hot guys were all around in various states of undress. I felt my dick hardening and I reluctantly followed the group back out. Speaking of men, there were more of them than women all over the place. I wondered where the fuck all these studs had been for the last two years. I hadn't realized the locale population contained so many Latino men. I guess being the only gym around for all the surrounding towns and growing suburbs was the reason for such a crowd. I was intrigued by all the eye candy. It was my first time to get to work out in a real gym since high school and I loved it. In fact, the gym made my old high school equipment looked archaic. I did several sets with weights and then ran for half an hour upstairs. It was nice to run without the weather interfering. I my ear buds in and jammed as I ran. When I was done, I was one sweaty mess. I regretted not bringing a backpack with a change of clothes. Going forward, I decided I was going to bring it and shower after each workout whether I needed to or not. I wanted to see those naked dudes changing clothes and showering again! - - - The next week was even busier than the one before. When I got home late each night, I'd eat and go right to bed. The twins were back in school and weren't supposed to stay up very late, so I didn't see them. By the time I got home each night I'd hear Jim's truck rolling in soon after. I'm sure he had told them to get to bed on time, but I suspected they stayed up until right before he came home...they were still brats in many respects. On Wednesday of the second week of school, we got out a little later and by the time I stopped to get burgers and made it home, it was 11:30pm. As I drove in, Jim was getting out of his truck. "Wanna come in for a beer?" I knew what that really meant. He was asking if I wanted to service his cock. Tired as I was, I considered it. Dean had been gone for nearly for over a week and I'd done nothing but jack off before bedtime each night to internet porn. I needed flesh. Grimy from work and from the automotive lab, I felt sticky and didn't smell too good. "I gotta run in and shower." "Why? I'm not gonna shower." he said. Jim worked in an industrial plant and had his own set of work smells in his uniform. "Okay," I said. Dean didn't care if I had sex with Jim, but I felt a little funny about doing it. I felt a little emotional towards Jim after the last time. As usual, my horniness dictated my actions and I followed him in. He went to the boys' rooms and checked on them. I heard one of them mumble something sleepily and he closed their door. "They're dead to the world." He looked at me sexily as I stared at his face—it was framed by sexy sideburns and major "5 o'clock" shadow stubble. He looked at me devilishly with his brown eyes. He unbuttoned his uniform shirt and pulled it off. He sat down in his chair and scratched under his arm revealing a damp spot on the worn out white t-shirt. He nodded at me to come over. "You mind taking care of those?" He looked down at his boots. He wanted me to take them off of him. I got on my knees and untied and pulled each one off. As each one came off, my nose was blasted with the pungent odor of his feet. It was sweat from a day's work—nine hours of wearing the old work boots. I massaged his socked feet and he moaned. "Oh you're good dude...that feels fuckin' good! I'd almost trade this for a blow job. Well...almost." After rubbing his feet, I moved up to undo his belt and zipper. I finally freed his fat cock from its confines and it hardened quickly. As I tried to start sucking it, he pulled my t-shirt over my head and put it to his face. After the shirt was pulled off me, I moved back to suck. I loved filling my mouth with his girth. My jaw almost popped as I forced it all in. Not extremely long, but so wide, it was a feat to get it all in. He lay his head back and ran his fingers through my hair as he sucked. I didn't even care about my own cock. I hadn't even pulled it out. His other hand stroked my bare neck and shoulders as I gave head. When I was giving him head, it was like meditation for me. I relaxed and concentrated only of the feel of it in my mouth and the taste of it. Now and then I came up for air and licked pre-cum from it's unusually large piss slit. I'd stick my tongue in the slit and he'd moan. I reached into his pants and pulled his big balls out. Although my balls were bigger than Dean's, Jim's were bigger yet. It was work to get both balls crammed into my mouth, but worth it. "That's it man, suck those balls good." He was lay back with his hands behind his head, eyes clothes. I started pumping my mouth up and down and he finally gave an indication of being close. His eyes stayed closed, but he put both hands on my head (did Dean tell him about my previous skull fuck?) and pressed down. He fucked my mouth hard until I as gagging and my eyes were watering. He shot several spurts into my mouth until he let go. "Damn, that's a lod uh cum," I tried to mumble with the jizz still in my mouth. I gulped it all down at once and then burped. "Yeah, that's a five-day load there buddy," he said with pride. "Let's do you now." I assumed that meant he was going to expect me to jack myself—our experiences were often one sided in his favor. However, he got up and started undoing my pants. "Damn, why do you need this huge buckle?" he asked before he finally got it undone. He motioned for me to sit in the chair. I pulled down my pants and sat in his char. I was shirtless with my pants at my knees and it felt good to be mostly naked. He stripped totally naked and got on his knees. "Lift your leg up!" I scooted into an obscene position with one leg over the arm of the chair--the other was hiked up against my belly and chest, still with a shoe and pants on only one leg now. My asshole was exposed. He moved his face into it and sniffed hard then began eating my sticky and sweaty ass out. I squirmed with pleasure as his expert tongue worked it over. Eventually he pushed my leg back down and started sucking me off. It didn't take so long for me. I rubbed his stubbly face with my own rough hands. The whiskers tickled the palms of my hands. I stroked his ears and rubbed my hands in his dirty hair. The tactile sensations connected with the stimulation of his mouth and I began to cum. After I finished shooting, we stood up and he put his arms around me and we kissed with tongues going everywhere. "Nice, you're such a hot young man. I wish I could steal you away from my son." That sentence was powerful. I pulled him to me tightly and we kissed some more. "Come to bed with me Dave." "I gotta get up early dude...mom will find it kind of odd if I slept over here when Dean is gone and I'm not actually watching the boys anymore." "Yeah, I guess it might look strange...but you could tell her you came over to have some chili and stayed her to avoid waking her up. You're a grown man now; you can do what you want." I pulled my pants up all the way. "It's tempting man...but I doubt we'd get much sleep. I'd need that dick in my ass. He walked up behind me and playfully rubbed his dick in my jean covered crack and rubbed his chin whiskers against my neck. "Okay, let's fuck," I said, "But I need to sleep in my own bed when we're done." That was followed by a pounding fuck. With Jim having just shot his load, it took way over an hour to for him to build up to a second orgasm. My ass paid for it. We did it right there in the living room and then moved to the bedroom. There was no way that the twins couldn't have heard us—Jim even left the bedroom door open. I shot my second load by him jacking me off. He let me cum before he edged some more and finally came. After it was over, I was totally worn out from all the grabbing, stretching, and position changes. I dressed again and drug myself home. The bedroom clock read 2:13 a.m. For the first time while working at the garage, I called in sick the following morning. - - - Mom tried to wake me up but I told her through the door I would get up soon. She didn't comment--she just left for work. I called in to the garage and told Debra I was awake all night throwing up from something I ate. I felt bad after lying to her. I had simply stayed up too late and then had tossed and turned the remainder of the night. I slept most of the day to recover until I heard the twins scampering around outside after just getting off their school bus. Mom was due home in the next hour. Having seen my car at home alone, they could see I was home. I got the expected knock at the back door. I got up and opened the door to find both of the twins with their school backpacks hanging on an arm. "You wanna hang?" they asked. "My mom's due home soon. We have just a half hour." "Okay," Curt said and they kind of moved me aside and came on inside. "I'm really tired today guys. I really just need a massage or something. What are you wanting?" "Massage is cool. We were hoping to fuck you like dad did last night." "There's no time for a fuck and my ass is on fire...well I guess there is some time considering how fast you guys cum." I led them to my room and handed a bottle of lotion from my bathroom. I lay on my back and Jeff went first. He poured a huge amount of lotion in my crack and on his dick. He slid in quickly. My ass was a sore in general but because his dick was much smaller then his dad's, I could deal with it. He poured more lotion on my back and massaged it the best he could. It was actually very relaxing. "It will save some time if I can stick my dick in your mouth and get blown at the same time," Curt volunteered. I moved my head sideways while lying on my stomach and getting fucked by his brother. He awkwardly moved to the upper end of the bed and finally found a position that would allow him to fuck my mouth. He was much more gentle than his dad or older brother. Steadily, he fucked my mouth and held my head in the grip of his hands. It was easy for me to breath, so just lay there and enjoyed the other sensations in my hole. Jeff started pumping my butt faster and came after fifteen minutes—he was learning to hold it out! After he was done cumming, he took a lotion covered hand and pulled my dick backwards so it was pointing towards my feet and lying flat on the bed. He began milking my cock from that backwards angle and I was loving it. Curt shot his load in my mouth. It was thin and slightly salty. After he was done, he massaged my neck and shoulders. His brother's hands were pumping my cock furiously. I began to fantasize about being gang fucked in the gym locker room...stranger screwing me and filling up my holes with gallons of cum. That was the trigger...I started cumming. With their never ending amazement, the two of them shouted "wows" and other words as they watched me cum. After it was over, there wasn't any mushy, sentimental stuff. They just began dressing. "Don't you have school this evening?" Curt asked. "We don't have class every Friday," I answered. They finished dressing and were gone. I was craving fried chicken so I dressed and drove into town for a bucket of KFC chicken. I hoped I didn't run into any of the mechanics during the drive into town. I didn't want to be busted if they passed me as they were heading home. I purposefully took back streets until I got to KFC and then used the drive thru. On my way home my mouth was watering. I'd bought enough for mom and me both. The car filled with the delicious smell and I couldn't wait until I got home to begin. As I drove onto the gravel drive, I noticed a truck at Dean's that I hadn't seen before. It was parked where Jim usually parked. I wondered who was visiting them. I parked on the opposite side of mom's car and made my way to the back door. I popped in really fast and as I closed the door and glanced toward the couch in the living room, there was mom sitting on a cowboy's lap and laughing! Both were dressed, but were in some mode of fooling around. "Dave! I thought you had class!" she said. She stood up and her face was a little red. She pretended to straighten her hair. "This is Alex. He and I have been dating awhile." she said. My chicken didn't sound so appetizing anymore. To be continued (Remember, your donations allow everyone to enjoy this and other stories—please consider a donation to Nifty.org)