Date: Sat, 11 Feb 2017 09:30:06 -0600
From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Twisted Next Door Neighbors Pt 1 (Revised)

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Twisted Next Door Neighbors Pt 1

I'd only been living in our new place for a few weeks when I met Dean.  Mom
and I had moved into the trailer while the neighbors had been out of town.
Once they got back, there was no way to miss them.  Their mobile home was
the last one at the end of the private gravel road;  ours  was the next to
last.

There were two 12 year old brats always roughhousing, hollering, and
scampering around do in the trailer park drive from morning to night.
There was often loud music being played in a back room at one end of the
trailer.  There was also a constant smell of cigarette smoke coming from
somewhere.  I noticed an older Ford F150 truck that would be there all day,
but would blow out of there at night with a lot of noise.

Mom and dad had been divorced for years.  I had been living with dad and my
step family, but after finding out my step mom was pregnant again and with
twins, I knew I didn't want to be in that small house with more kids.  I
already had 3 stepsisters, all younger.  I had a cramped room there with no
privacy...not cool for a horny sixteen year old guy.  My stepsisters would
barge in all the time.  I was only able to jack off after they all went to
bed.

When mom told me she was moving to the country and was buying a new 3
bedroom trailer, I accepted her offer to move in.  She had been living with
my grandmother for years taking care of her.  After she passed away, mom
decided to move out of that house (which later was a sad place for her to
live in).  I'd never wanted to live at my grandmother's while she was
alive.  Her house was small, old, and depressing.  It was sad seeing my
grandmother almost permanently bedridden and with M.S. and Alzheimer's
diseases.

We moved into the trailer just after school was out.  It would be three
months before school started and I'd meet new friends, so I figured I'd be
bored until summer was over.  In the trailer, I enjoyed a new-found privacy
(mom gave me the bedroom all by itself at the other end of the trailer).
It was separated from the other two bedrooms by the kitchen/dining area and
the living room.

At night, I relished being able to strip down naked and jack a load or two
without fear of interruption.  I'd lay naked on the sheets while the breeze
of the air conditioner wafted over my crotch at it rose from the floor
vents.  After I shot my load, I'd rub the cum over my chest or face and let
it dry as I fell asleep.  I'd fall asleep dreaming about cocks, ass, and
cum...mostly about asses.

Two weeks after mom and I moved in, she found out that she would have to
work nights in the future.  She'd have to do this to keep her job  as a
head nurse in the local hospital that she'd originally been hired at as for
a day shift.  There weren't any other hospitals or clinics around, so she
took the evening shift.  She had a stern talk with me asking me if I was
cool with spending the nights alone and was I mature enough to stay home
and out of trouble.

I told her "Of course!"

You see, I'd been in trouble before after getting caught smoking weed at a
friend's house after sneaking out.  One of my stepsisters had ratted on me
about slipping out of the window.  Dad called my pal Eddie's house at
midnight to ask if I was there.  Eddie's mom busted us smoking pot in their
garage.  It was a mess.  Anyhow, I convinced mom that I'd be good and she
could trust me.

So, eventually, she started her night shift. I became really bored after
that.  I had to be quiet in the house during the day as she slept.  I
walked up and down the road, would watch TV, jack off, read a comic book,
jack off, etc.  Jacking off was the only really interesting thing to do.

After moving there, the only activity that seemed exciting was the noise
next door. In the trailer park, there were not any kids except for the
hellions next door.  Those two brats were always outside screaming and
yelling.  They were always wearing shorts that looked too small and they
never had on shirts.

The trailer park had ten lots, two unoccupied.  It was accessed by a single
drive made of gravel.  The ten lots were all in a row only on one side of
the drive.  The trailers were parked perpendicular to the gravel street and
each had two parking spaces.  Ours was the next to last; the noisy
neighbors had the last one.  Behind all the trailers was a barbed wire
fence and rolling fields.  The rest of the park was surrounded by forest.

The country road that we lived off of was populated with old country homes
that sat on lots with multiple acres.  We were about six miles from the
nearest town, but it looked much more remote than it really was.  As a
bored teen, I felt like I was in the middle of nowhere--stuck out in the
country.  Compared to the urban neighborhood I'd moved from it was quiet
and relaxing.  Still, I craved for something more to do.

- - -
On the first evening alone, I just sat inside watching TV.  One the next
night, I met Dean.  I was sitting outside on a lawn chair listening to my
mp3 player when it went dead.  As I pulled off the headphones, a voice in
the dark spoke.

"Who you listening to?"

I looked over and in the dim light from our porch and the full moon, I saw
a shirtless guy sitting on the back steps of the loud neighbor's trailer.
Unlike the tanned, light blondish-haired boys I saw running around all day
long, he was pale, dark under his eyes, dark brown hair (with an EMO type
cut), and just plain fuckin' hot!  My dick twitched as I noticed his flat
belly, large bare feet, and pierced nipples.

"I'm Dean."

He stood up and raised his hand for me to shake it, but not before putting
the cigarette that it was holding back in his mouth.  The pale moonlight
made his skin seem bleached white.  His upper torso was hairless but I
noticed brown matted hair in his armpit when he absently scratched his
head.  I could see the hair on his legs gleaming in the light.  He was
taller than me.  I nervously shook his hand, but with a firm grip.

"I'm Dave," I answered.

"Nice to meet you Dave.  You looked pretty bored out here.  I can
understand.  There ain't nothing around here but old people.  The nearest
store is a gas station up the road."

He moved over to the other empty lawn chair next to me and put one foot up
on the other knee.  His shorts weren't too long.  They were black and made
of the stuff that basketball jerseys are made from, but it looked like
there wasn't the typical lining because I could see white skin through the
tiny mesh holes under the moonlight.  I was sure that I could almost see
his nuts poking out from the leg of the shorts, too.

Just when I was enjoying the view, he shifted his legs and I couldn't see
anything. We began to casually chat and I told him that mom and I had just
moved there from Dallas.  He said that he and his two 12 year old twin
brothers lived with their dad who worked nights.  He said his mom had died
five years ago.  It turned out Dean was my age, so I would be going to
school with him in the fall.

Finally, I answered his question regarding the music group that I'd been
listening to when my player went dead.  It turned out we had the same music
tastes and he said he had all of that band's CD's and lots of bootleg
tracks.

"Why don't you come over and hear them? "

I figured it was okay to go next door, so I followed him over.  As we
walked up the back steps of his place, I watched his round butt bounce in
the shorts and my dick stirred again.  The place was kind of a wreck...not
filthy, but kind of cluttered.  You could definitely tell it was all guys
who lived there.

In the living room were his two bratty brothers playing video games.  They
were each wearing the same worn-out shorts that I'd seen them in outside
and shirtless still.  One of them scratched his ass just under the back of
his shorts leg and it stayed flipped up after he was done.  There was a
major tan line between his leg and edge of his small bubble-butt.

"You guys get to bed soon!" he yelled.

They said "ok" and kept playing.

"That's Jeff and Curt.  Guys, this is Dave from next door."

"Hey Dave!"

They'd yelled their greeting in unison without looking at me, but in a
friendly tone.  As we walked off, I saw one of the brother's feet rub up
against the other ones foot.  The other responded by laying his leg over
his brothers leg.

We went into his room and he shut the door behind me.  There was just a
small lamp on with a blue light bulb, keeping it nearly as dark as it had
been outside.  I heard the video game noises stop and his brothers went
running down the hall.  I could hear them both go into the bathroom.  Next
came the sound of the shower faucet being turned on.  It was followed by a
bunch of laughing and hooting.  Dean just rolled his eyes.

"They'll be in bed soon, thank god."

He turned on his stereo and stuck a CD inside.

"This is their show in Dallas last year...my buddy got this great soundboard
recording from one of the stage guys."

"Wow!" I answered, "How much did he have to pay for it?"

"He just had to let the stage hand suck his dick."

My face flushed.

"What?" I exclained in disbelief.

"Yeah, he had to pull it out and let the old guy suck him.  Said he had to
think of pussy and just closed his eyes to finally cum.  The old guy
swallowed his cum and then simply handed him the CD of the show!"

I liked how nonchalantly Dean talked about this.  Like it was so normal.

"I would have done the same, hell; this is an excellent live recording,
yeah?"

I just shook my head and pretended to be unaffected.  Dean lay back as the
CD played and we listened and commented about each song.  I loved that
sullen, almost Goth look about him.  I wanted to know how he got his nips
pierced, but was too shy to ask.  He idly played with each one a lot and
tweaked them as we talked--it was so hot.  After sitting there with him an
hour, I wanted to jump his bones.

I kept stealing glances of his shorts to see if there was anything peeking
out again. As he showed me several other CD's, I noticed he let his bare
shoulder make contact with my arm a lot.  He stared at my bare chest a lot
instead of looking me in the eye when he spoke.  I wasn't sure where this
was going.

We ended up listening to another CD before I started getting sleepy.  It
was nearly 2am, so I thought I had better get back to my place.  I told him
I was heading out.  I let myself out, passing the closed bedroom door of
his brothers' room. His living room was still lit with the dingy light of
the lamp and TV.  I noticed pictures of his family on the TV.  His dad was
tall and very handsome, but rough in a biker kind of way.  His mom was very
pretty, had huge tits, and looked like a biker gal.  She was dressed in
daisy duke shorts and halter top.

They all looked very happy in the photos.  There was one of Dean that must
have been taken a few years before but he looked like a nerd kid, so
different than the present.  I wondered what had inspired him to change
into the goth-like sexy look he had now.

I went straight back into our house and I started stripping.  I'd left the
glass storm door unlocked and the front door open.  There were no lights on
but I enjoyed taking off my clothes in front of the glass door.  I stepped
out of the of the door and relaxed on the couched to the side of it.  I
spit on my dick and started jacking off.  I rubbed one out in like two
minutes.  I licked the cum from my fingers and milked the last bit of juice
from my piss hole to get one more taste.

I lay there in a daze and started fingering my hole.  I began to fantasize
of Dean fucking me there on the couch.  My finger would have to substitute
for his dick.  After licking it, I slid it up my hole with my feet up on
the coffee table. I'd fingered my ass many times before, even stuck a
smooth hairbrush handle or kitchen utensils up there many time before.  As
I fingered it good, my dick started to harden (as it had never completely
gone limp). One finger became three as I thought of Dean with those shorts
at his knees, barefoot, fucking me hard.  Soon, I shot another load with
that fantasy playing in my head.

After I came, I picked up my scattered clothes and headed to my room and
turned the light on.  Just then I noticed the curtain in the window
opposite the front door had been open a few inches.  I don't know why I was
worried, the window faced the empty lot next to us and beyond that lived an
old lady.  I'd heard the old woman tell mom outside that she'd be going out
of town and asked her to water her plants.  I still felt a little paranoid.

The idea of someone seeing me actually turned me on, but I knew no one
had.  But with that seed planted in my mind, I turned off all the lights
and went to the back door that faced the same direction as the old lady's
house. As I cautiously opened the door, naked, I saw that her trailer
blocked me from view of anyone towards the other end of the trailer park.
Plus, it was very dark out.  The moon was covered by clouds and there were
not any lights around.  I loved the feeling of the warm air moving across
my body as the cool air from inside swooshed out.

I brazenly stepped out onto the wooden steps and down onto the dirt
ground.  The door had closed behind me, but with a quiet thud.  My cock was
rock hard again and I was so turned on.  I thought how if I walked two feet
around the corner, I'd be in view of Dean's trailer. I stayed on the
opposite side of his place and walked around, eventually startling myself
when I stepped on some twigs that cracked.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, I heard a car coming down the gravel drive and
saw headlights.  I tried to open the door, but it had locked behind me.  In
a panic, I ran to the back of our trailer that faced the fields.  It turned
out the car turned into one of the first few lots and parked.  I was never
in their view. I wasn't sure how I was going to get back inside.  I hoped
I'd left the front door unlocked.   So, I tiptoed in the dark back to our
front door.  Thank god I'd turned the porch light out.  I opened our storm
door, forgetting about the really loud "boing" sound that the spring on it
made when it was opened.  I opened the door quickly and the light from the
living room fully illuminated my naked body.

Once inside, I was relieved.  I closed and locked the main door, went to my
room, and jumped in bed. When I heard mom come in the next morning, I
pulled on some shorts and went to eat some breakfast with her.  I told her
that I had met the neighbor and she was glad I'd have someone to hang out
with.

"Yeah, he's the one that's always jamming next door."

 I told her about his dad and brothers living there alone, his dad slept
days too.

"Well I don't know how his dad can sleep with that noise," mom replied and
laughed.

Soon, she was off to bed.

- - -

That afternoon we had rare thunderstorms, so I stayed in and watched a
favorite DVD for the hundredth time.  I wondered what Dean was up to, but I
didn't want to look desperate and run back over the very next morning.  I
stepped outside after the rain and it was humid as hell...very nasty.  But,
as usual, Jeff and Curt were out their riding their bikes in the mud,
laughing and joking.

Having charged up my mp3 player, I went ahead and sat on the porch in the
sauna-like air.  I wondered what Dean was doing.  Fuck, I could easily have
a crush on that dude and I'd just met him the day before. He was definitely
a sexy fucker.

"Hey Dave, did you see that?" someone screamed.

Curt skidded into our yard on his bike.  He was covered in dark mud from
the ditch and white crud from the gravel water puddles from the last rain.
The wet mud made his thin shorts transparent and I could see his limp
little dick through the fabric.

"Naw dude, I didn't."

He showed me again his stunt of driving off a homemade ramp into a huge
puddle.  The look on his face was of pure joy.  I wished that I had
something entertaining to do like them.

"That's fucking cool, man." I told him.

He smiled with pride.  Just then, Jeff came up behind him and splashed him
by braking as his own bike entered the puddle. I found myself feeling
aroused by their muddy and wet bodies.  That thought was broken when he
spoke to me.

"Wanna get away for a bit?"

It was Dean who'd sneaked up behind me somehow.  He was shirtless, but in a
different pair of shorts and with tennis shoes, no socks.

"I need to go buy me some smokes.  Wanna walk to the store with me?"

I told him yes.  The walk to the gas station on the main road turned out to
be about 30-40 minutes each way walking at a regular pace.  In the
humidity, I'd begun to sweat like crazy and had removed my tank top.  I
stuffed it in the waist of my baggy board shorts.  We walked mostly side by
side, so I didn't have a chance to stare at his ass.  That was good, for I
had no way to cover a hard on.  As usual, I was going commando.

He must have been, too, because I swear I could see his dick bouncing in
 his shorts with each step.  I strained to look from the corner of my eye.
Now and then I'd let him get a little ahead of me so I could check out that
sweet ass of his.  The fabric kept bunching up in his crack, so now and
then he absently reached back and pulled it out.  I wondered what his crack
smelled like--I was such a butt man.

Each time I slowed my pace to be slightly behind him, he'd turn to me with
an almost knowing look and I'd catch up with him to not look so obvious.
Once we got to the store, he asked for a pack of his cigarettes and a
burly, redneck guy simply put them on the counter without asking for his
ID.  Dean put his money on the counter and walked out.

"They don't card you here?" I asked.

"Well, they're supposed to."

He winked at me and didn't say anything else until we got closer to home.
I managed to make small talk to ease my nerves.  Sweat covered both of us
as the steamy humidity enveloped us.

We finally reached the entrance to the trailer park.  He pulled out a
lighter and lit a cigarette before handing it to me.

"Oh no thanks man, I don't smoke cigarettes."

He laughed.

"Not cigarettes huh?  You smoke something else instead?"

"Well, for some time I've hidden a joint from my mom.  I guess now that I
am alone at night I should enjoy it some time."
Dean looked mischievously at me and said, "Nice.  If you can't find it,
I've got one or two around."

He looked down at my crotch when he said that.  The sexual tension was a
thick as the air around us.

"Well I'm gonna get some sleep, our walk to the store wore me out buddy,"
he sighed.

With that said, he went up the back steps of his place and was gone. As he
went back inside, I heard his dad yelling about something.  I tried to make
out what they were saying but it was too muffled.  It didn't sound good
though.

I went on into my place and grabbed some lunch.

- - -

Later, my dad called and we had a good, long talk.  It was good to hear
from him.  Despite their obnoxiousness, it turned out my stepsisters missed
me.  Each one had to get on the phone and talk about this and that, mainly
griping about the other sister.  It actually felt good to be missed, but I
was glad to be where I was.  I talked to my step mom who talked about her
pregnancy progress.

After the long phone call, I took a nap. Before I knew it, it was evening
and I heard mom cooking dinner.  I'd slept all day!  She and I watched TV
for the rest of the evening and then she had to get ready for work.  Once
she was gone, I was naked.

I got out some lotion and had a really good long jack off session.  I
turned on her laptop and pulled up some hot nude male pics.  I kept edging
myself until I finally had such an intense cum that I shot cum onto my
face!  After I wiped off, I carefully deleted the internet history from her
laptop and pulled some shorts on.  I stepped out onto the porch and enjoyed
the cooler breeze that had started that night.

Lo and behold, a lighter flashed as Dean lit his cigarette on his back
steps.

"I was hoping you'd come over again, I had a good time the other night."

He looked mysterious sitting there in the dark with the only light coming
from the end of his cigarette.

"Yeah, I get pretty bored over here."

"Well, come over anytime man...if I'm asleep just knock hard.  Nothing will
wake up my dad."

"Speaking of, I heard him yelling." I mentioned.

"Yeah, he was pissed because I went to the store and left my brothers alone
while he slept this afternoon.  I'm a fucking babysitter all day and all
night man, I'm sick of it."

I felt sorry for him, but I was excited about his invitation."

The fucking mosquitoes are getting me, let's go inside." he said.

I followed him into his place and we to his bedroom.  He played me some
DVD's of the same band we listened to the night before.  Later, we watched
a bunch of other music videos.  When the music played, he lay back on his
bed and I swear I could see his nuts up the leg of his shorts just like
before.  He was wearing shorts that looked like boxer shorts, but had a
zipper.  They were black and sort of kinky looking.  I wanted to reach up
the leg of them and grab his dick.

"Hey, take a look at this.  I found this in my dad's room, I'll be right
back."

He came back with a DVD and pushed it into the player.  Suddenly, on came a
tattooed white guy eating out a buxom black chic's pussy.  The dude on the
porno was damn hot.  I wasn't into pussy, but seeing a man go at it with a
muff seem  so masculine and butch to me.

"Wow..." I said.

"Yeah, and watch this."

He fingered the remote.  It had a big piece of duct tape on it holding the
back to it.  He clicked buttons and the player scanned to another chapter.
When it stopped scanning and started playing again, we saw another guy join
the same original guy and woman.  They were each fucking her in a different
hole.  Then, just as they were double banging her, one guy took his cock
out of her pussy and started pissing on her.  I was speechless.

Following the piss, he started fucking her hard again while the other dude
continued to fuck her ass.  Just as she yelled she was coming, the guy
behind her moved her head aside, still fucking her, and started kissing the
other guy! I looked over and saw a huge bulge in Dean's shorts.  I couldn't
hide mine since I was wearing nothing shorts just as flimsy as his.

"I didn't know my dad was such a kinky fucker until I found this."

The bisexual kiss only lasted over a minute and the rest of the DVD was
regular straight sex.  I watched in awe as he let the rest of the DVD play
out.  Once done, without missing a beat, he ejected it and put it in its
case.

"I better put this back right away."

He walked off to his dad's room and put the DVD back in its hiding place.
I wasn't able to tell if he still had a hard on because he faced away from
me when he stood.  If he hadn't gotten up, I think I would have tried to
grab his dick.  Why would he show me that DVD if he wasn't trying to
initiate something?

Before I could compute that thought, he came back and seemed irked.

"Dammit, I am out of smokes again."

"Fuck man, you smoke like a god damn chimney," I replied.  "Anyway, you can
walk to the store and get some in the morning."

"No man, I can't go and leave them here alone or I'll get yelled at.  Plus,
I am dying for one now." he complained.

I felt sorry for someone so young to be a chain-smoker.  But because he
turned me on, I made him an offer.

"Hey, I'll stay here and watch your brothers if you want to walk to the
store real fast and get them."
He got excited.
"Cool man, let me put my shoes on.  I'll jog there and back!"

I admired how he seemed to wear one single piece of clothing at all times,
putting on shoes only to go out.  He plopped his beat up sneakers on and
was out of the door in seconds.  I went to the living room and played on
his Xbox after he split.  I was doing really good in the game, but stopped
when a strange thing happened.

As I was sitting there, a very naked Curt wandered sleepily into the living
room.

"Where's Dean?" he yawned

"He just stepped out for a few.  I'm watching you guys."

He plopped on the couch naked next to me and folded his legs up on the
couch cushion.  He leaned against me.  I didn't know what to do.  While it
was weird, I was turned on too. Although he was 12, four years younger, I
could see some pubic hair forming down there.  I looked down and in the
lamp light and I could see very thin golden hairs around his crotch and
balls.  In just a couple of minutes, he was snoring.

I stopped playing the game and just sat there.  Slowly, his head fell
sideways and was then on my shoulder.   My cock was so hard.  He started
snoring and then Jeff came wandering into the living room just as naked.

Yawning, he said, "Where is everybody?"

His hair was all messed up from his pillow.  Without allowing me to answer,
he plopped down next to Curt.  Within a minute, his droopy eyes were shut
and his head fell against his brother's shoulder.  So, there on the couch
was me on the end, Curt in the middle, and Jeff on the end.  Jeff was
snoring too. I just sat there dumbfounded.

I looked at the clock and saw that Dean had been gone half an hour.  He
should be back in another 20 minutes or so, maybe sooner if he ran.

"You guys need to get back to bed." I said, trying to rouse them.

I stood up and they both fell all the way over towards where I had been
sitting.  As they slid over, Jeff put one arm around Curt, and the other
drifted to his brother's dick.  He started stroking it and it stiffened
fast.  I just sat there and gawked as one brother jacked off the other.
Soon, a very thin jet of cum shot out of Curt's dick onto his brother's
arm.

The cum was watery looking, not thick. It looked more like pre-cum.  Jeff
wiped his hand on the couch and fell back to sleep.  Curt had a smile on
his face and groggily got up and walked down the hall.  I heard him taking
a piss.  Just after, I heard him go into his bedroom and plop on a bed.
Before I could do anything else, the door opened and Dean was standing
there right in front of me!  There was a huge tent in my shorts and his
naked brother was sleeping on the couch.

"Dude, I was just sitting here and--"

"Man, don't worry about it...I forgot to warn you.  They sleep naked.
Sometimes they sleepwalk.  We all sleep naked here, just us guys here."

He said they slept naked, but that didn't explain jacking each other off.
I kept my mouth shut about that part.  By then my dick had gone limp from
panic and my heart was racing.  I could feel sweat on my brow.

"I need to get back anyway, I am really sleepy."

"OK man, but thanks for watching them, now I got my cigs."

I went home and stripped in a hurry.  My mind was buzzing with the crazy
scene I'd just witnessed.  What made it crazier was the fact that he let
his brothers run around naked.  I was feeling kinky and wild, so I grabbed
the lotion and hairbrush and slid out our backdoor.

This time, I'd made sure that the door was not locked.  I lubed up the
brush and slid it into my ass roughly.  I slowly sat down on the top step
of our back door so that the brush was lying flat but still in my hole.
The bristles at the other end dug into my tailbone. As I sat down harder, I
stroked my cock.  The sensation of the brush handle and the pressure of
sitting on it was more than I could handle.

I grabbed the side of the steps and pushed hard again, this time my dick
spasmed without me even touching it.  I shot several spurts of jizz onto
the steps and ground in front of me.  Not to waste a still in-process
orgasm, I jacked the rest of my cum out.  This time, I sat there even past
the afterglow and enjoyed the sensation of my ass being full and being
naked in the night air.

After about five minutes of relaxing in the slight breeze, I heard some
twigs break and tensed up.  Was someone there?  I stepped back inside
without removing the brush. Once back inside, with the whole house dark, I
looked out each window and saw nothing.  I had just probably heard a wild
animal or a cat moving around.

I went back to my bedroom and started fucking my hole with the brush.  I
did this for another half hour until I shot my second load.  This time, I
was jacking my cock at the same time and had another satisfying orgasm.  As
I shot my load, I imagined it was Dean fucking me and I yelled, "Oh Dean!".

After I was done, I cleaned up and washed the brush in the bathroom. I had
my own bathroom, but I'd hate for my mom to come and clean the bathroom and
pick up my hairbrush with ass gunk on it.  After my shower, I grabbed a
Coke and lay naked on my bed thinking about the fucked up family next
door.  Brothers having jacking each other, the dad watching kinky porn,
etc.

So, what was Dean's perversion, I wondered.  He didn't hide his hard-on
when we watched the porno at all.  He was so casual about his brothers
being naked.  Was he straight, bi, or gay?  Speaking of their dad, was he
really cool with the brothers running around naked?  Were they all naked at
home or did they only sleep naked?  I fell asleep thinking about it all.

The next evening, I went for a night jog down the country road to get some
exercise after mom left for work.  I actually used to jog every evening at
my dad's, but it was mostly a reason to get out alone and have some peace.
I'd gained a little in the belly after eating month's worth of mom's
cooking and wanted to get back in shape.

During the summer in Texas, late night was the coolest time to go jogging.
I didn't go too far because of the threat of running past a coyote.  I
carried my cell phone with me just in case, though.  Still, I ran hard and
fast and got a great workout.  Wearing tennis shoes, socks, and jogging
shorts only, the humid breeze whooshed around my body as I ran steadily on
the blacktop of the road.
As I completely my nightly jog, I slowed down just as I entered our yard.
There again, sitting on his back step was Dean.  I wondered how he stayed
so fit after sleeping all damn day.

"Dude, I need some more smokes, can you PLEASE watch those guys while I run
to the store again?"

"I'm a mess man.  I'm sweating like a pig."

"They won't care, they're in bed.  There's some cold, bottled water in the
fridge."

He just stared at me with that sexy face, so I caved after he blinked his
eyes.

"Ok, I guess, but you need to take care of this in the daytime from now on,
bro.  And this time, you literally need to `run" to the store."

"Fuckin' A.  Ok, will do man.  I'll hurry there and back."

He pushed some dollar bills into his shoe and took off running. I entered
his house and walked into the kitchen to grab some cold water.  I guzzled
it down, my throat was parched.  I walked over this couch and plopped down,
all hot and sweaty.

I clicked the remote and turned on the TV.  About twenty minutes later,
Jeff wandered into the livingroom...naked of course.

"Where's Dean?"

"He went to the store."

He seemed to be cool with that, not caring that his brother left them with
someone they barely knew.  Apparently they weren't going to tattle on him
either, it seemed.  He just plopped on the couch like it was totally normal
to stroll out naked when the next door neighbor showed up.  Curt walked in
just after that and sat on the other side of me, also naked.

"Hey man, you stink."

He said and his brother joined him in raucous laughter.

"Yeah man, I just finished jogging my ass off."

"Can I smell it?" Jeff asked.

"What?"

"We wanna smell it.  Is it as good as Dean's?  Raise your arms."

I went along with their strange request and lifted my arms.  Suddenly, each
of them had their faces in my pits sniffing and licking them.  I was so
turned on that the weirdness of it didn't bother me.  Jeff scooted over and
sat on my lap.  His naked butt sat right on my tented shorts.

"He's really hard, Curt!"
The next thing I knew, Curt rammed his hand under my elastic and started
feeling my cock as Jeff moved off my lap.

"What the fuck dude?" I protested.

Just as soon as I put my hand on his arm to move him away, his hand made
contact with my drenched balls and I didn't push him away.  He pulled my
cock and nuts out and they rested over the elastic of my shorts, my cock
slapping against my belly as it was pulled out.  It was pointing straight
up.

"Hey, yours is fatter than Dean's weenie!" Jeff shouted.

"Yeah but not bigger than dad!" his brother chimed in.

Jeff straddled my left leg, his brother my right...I had one sitting naked on
each side of my lap.  Their bare asses felt cool on my damp, hairy, bare
legs, making me hornier.  Without any warning, Jeff spit a long loogie on
my dick and the spit landed right on the head.   His brother copied and
then my cock gleamed with their spit.  With no warning, they began slowly
milking my cock each with both of their hands.  With four hands massaging
my dick, I was in heaven.

They moved their hands up and down in unison with a tight pumping action.
Curt's hands milked my shaft, while Jeff's worked my head and sensitive
underside.  As they kept on pumping my dick, Curt bent over and licked my
piss slit, causing me to start shooting like a fucking rocket!  My jizz
went all over their faces, chests, and hands as they relentlessly milked
me.

I didn't make them stop even though I was squirming after the ejaculation
was over.  Finally, they stopped. Then, they surprised me by rubbing my cum
on each other's face and chests.  They abruptly jumped up and ran laughing
and carrying on to the bedroom, then slammed the door shut!

I lay there dazed wondering what the fuck just happened.  Before I could
continue the thought, I heard the outer screen door opening before the
inside door knob opened, it was Dean coming back.  I quickly pushed my dick
and balls back into my shorts and pretended to be sitting there just
watching TV.

"Sorry to take so long," he said as he came through the door.

He looked sweaty himself.  In fact, he looked even hotter with sweat
dripping down his back and chest.  He raised his arm to scratch his head
and I got to see his matted armpit hair.  My dick started to wake up
again.  He laid his pack of smokes on the TV and slipped off his shoes.

"Let's go hang in the bedroom."

Once in his room, he turned on some music and pulled out a joint.

"Oh man, I want that so bad, but I promised mom I wouldn't do weed
anymore." I stated.

"Well, even if you don't smoke any, I am having some." He said.

He took out his lighter and lit the end of the joint and the wonderful
smell of pot filled his tiny room.  He lay back on against the head of his
bed taking a deep drag.  I scooted down to the far end of the bed and
browsed through a stack of DVD's. I noticed he had a lot of vampire and
sci-fi stuff.  I was asking him about different ones without turning
around.

Before I knew it, he scooted up behind me and slid one leg on each side of
me.  His bare chest was pressed against my damp back.  I felt his hard bare
dick pressing against my shorts! He'd quietly slipped his shorts off while
I was looking at those DVD's.  I froze as he kissed my neck.  Then I felt
his lips against my left ear as he whispered nonchalantly, "Wanna fuck?"

"Yes!"

That was all I could say.  I felt a long, wet swipe of his tongue against
the back of my neck...then it moved to into my ear.  Up went my dick!  His
hands slid under my arms and he got me in a tight bear hug.  I loved the
pressure of his arms and was surprised that he was that strong.  He pulled
me backwards and he was then on his back, my back was on his chest."Lift
your ass up"I obeyed and raised it up.

He used his bare feet to push my shorts down and then off.  I used my feet
to kick off my shoes and then I was just in my socks.  I reached down and
pulled them off.  Then, we were both naked.  It was the first time was
naked with anyone else.  My heart was racing.

"Stand up, sexy." He said.

I did as he said and before I could turn around he was on his knees
pressing his nose into my crack and inhaled.

"Fuck man, you smell great back here."

I jumped as he ran his tongue up and down my crack.  Now after watching a
lot of porn, I was finally getting to partake in rimming. I was reeling
from pleasure as he licked all the sweat and lint from my crack and hole.
Soon, he was drilling into my ass with his tongue. His right hand had
reached up between my legs and pulled my cock backwards.  It almost hurt as
he bent it backward.  He spit on it and started jacking it.  I knew I would
cum with this double stimulation soon, and as if reading my mind, he let my
dick go.

He kept slurping on my ass like it was something delicious to eat. After
about ten minutes of getting my ass eaten good, he pulled me to the bed.
He moved his pillows to the center of the bed and spit on his dick a few
times.  He motioned for me to lie down on my belly.  I lay there horny and
impatient.  I felt him move onto the bed and suddenly felt the weight of
his body on me again.  I loved it.  As he began kissing the back of my neck
again, I felt the pressure of his penis press against my asshole.

No words were said as he tried to mount me.  I lay still and relaxed. Soon,
the head of his dick was in my ass with little resistance. There was no
pain until he pushed again, and then my hole was on fire.  I bit into the
covers and tried to take it.

"You OK bro?" he finally spoke.

I nodded "Yes."

I felt his nose sniff my hair. He began moving the same one inch or so of
his dick in and out until it was moving really fast.  Little by little, he
eased in more over a half hour period.  Soon, the burning almost, but not
completely, went away.  Suddenly, he pulled out and flipped me on my back.
He pulled me to the edge of the bed by my feet and pushed my legs up
against my chest.  In a quick move, he spit on his dick and pushed it
inside of me again. He eventually built up a good rhythm and was truly
fucking me.  I couldn't believe I was finally getting fucked!

He stroked my cock teasingly, stopping several times to edge me further.
It was definitely not his first time having sex--he was a pro at what he
was doing.  I loved it the most when he moved down to make out with me
while still fucking my hole.  Soon, his cock felt better than any hairbrush
or kitchen utensil as it filled me up good. Lying on my back with legs up
was far more comfortable and very erotic.

With me sucking hard on his tongue, him jacking my cock and fucking me, I
started shooting a monster load.  Like his brothers, he kept jacking me
even after my cum stopped spurting. The sensation of being fucked while
cumming was unlike anything I'd experienced.  While I had used objects in
my ass, nothing was like his flexible penis, the slap of his balls, the
body contact, kissing, all at the same time.

His cock finally came out with a plop sound.  We both rolled onto his twin
bed on our backs, sides touching.  The room smelled like sweat, pot smoke,
cum, and ass.

"Was that your first time to fuck dude?" he asked.

"It was my first sexual experience with anyone."

"Hot, I got to break you in!" he laughed.

I nudged him in the ribs playfully with my elbow. I turned on my side and
faced the wall with the stereo and dresser. He spooned me and nuzzled my
neck.  As we lay there in our after-sex reverie, I saw an entire carton of
cigarettes sitting inside an open drawer of socks.  That fucker was never
out of cigarettes!  What the fuck?

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