Date: Fri, 23 Nov 2012 11:13:02 -0600
From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Twisted Next Door Neighbors Pt 12

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Twisted Next Door Neighbors Pt 12

I was a nervous wreck for a few days until Jim's co-worker moved back
out of their house.  Earl made up with his wife according to Dean.  I
was relieved that Earl never suspected we'd had sex with him after
drugging him.  Well, if he did, he didn't say anything.

However, having Dean watch me do it with another dude presented a new
diversion for us.  The first night we were alone again, we got online
and looked for another guy to come over and mess around with me while
Dean watched.  He said he might participate too, but wanted to watch
me for sure.  It seemed alright for me to have sex with other guys
with Dean there also.

So, we looked online for over an hour.  We found a free hookup site
and joined it.  We went through a ton of profiles before we agreed on
a few.  Dean kept picking pretty or too perfect guys (whom I'd later
learn to refer to as "twinks").  His were all 18-20ish in age range; I
kept picking dudes over 30.  I was turned on by the pics of hot men in
their 30's and 40's.

"Dude, why you looking at these old fucks?  And that one has a belly!"

"I think he's hot!" I said.

"Keep lookin' bro!" he sighed.

Finally, we agreed on a cute 25 year old Asian dude.  He had a tight
body, was Dean's height, and his ass photo showed a bubble butt.  We
lied on our profiles saying we were 18 and posted only body photos, no
faces.  After I was sure I didn't know that guy in any way and that he
lived two small towns over, we agreed to go to his place after several
back and forth messages.

We arrived close to midnight.  I was very nervous.  I worried about
things like was this guy a brother of one of my co-workers, would I
run into him at a store with my mom...you know, what all closeted guys
think about.  I felt more at ease once we knocked on his apartment
door and he invited us in.

"Hey guys! You're both hotter than your photos!"

"Thanks!" Dean said.  I stayed quiet.

He introduced himself at Morris and said he'd just moved here from
Hawaii to go to the local university.  I saw two huge surf boards on
the floor behind his beat up couch.  He was wearing a tight t-shirt
and slim jeans.  His hair was spiky.  He walked around barefoot—his
feet were large, but long and slender...very well groomed.  My dick was
getting hard now in anticipation of sex with Morris.

"You guys want some water?"

He held up an unopened plastic bottle of water.  We declined.

"Well let's get comfortable." He suggested.

He sat on the couch and I shyly sat next to him.

"Why don't you take his shirt off?" Dean told me.

I pulled Morris' shirt off to reveal a perfect, smooth chest without a
single bit of hair.  As he raised his arms for the shirt to be pulled
off, I noticed his pits were shaved.  I didn't understand that.
However, he did have nice back muscles.

"Get naked for Morris." Dean said.

I kicked off my shoes, dropped my shorts, and slipped my shirt off.  I
had dressed for quick undressing.  Dean was being authoritative, but
not in an obnoxious way. His demeanor was "chillin".

"Sit on his lap and kiss him."

Although Morris was taller, I was a heavy guy.  I sat on his lap
anyway with my full weight but he didn't flinch.  I put my lips to his
and we kissed.  It was very different than kissing Dean or his Dad.  I
had to take the lead and deliver the tongue.  He soon caught on and
our tongues were dueling.  His hands slipped to my ass and squeezed.

"You got a muscular ass, dude...I like that!" Morris told me.

Dean pulled off his shirt and played with his tit ring with one hand
and rubbed his crotch with the other.  We made out for a while until
Dean asked me blow Morris.  I got on the floor between his slim, toned
legs and went all the way down on his six inch cock.  I played with
his balls while I pumped my head up and down.  It was easy to go down
all the way on him with no gagging.  In fact, once all the way down on
his dick, I could still reach my tongue out to lick his balls.  Dean
had remarked many times that my tongue was unusually long.

After giving him good head, Dean asked me to eat Morris out.  Morris
got on the couch and pulled his legs up to his face and I dove in.
Dean actually joined me and we intermittently kissed each other and
made out with Morris' tight hole.  Morris loved it!  Every time we
stopped, he asked us to do it some more.

"You wanna fuck my boyfriend now?" Dean asked in a husky, deep voice.

"No.  I want him to fuck me!  I want you both to fuck me!"

We shrugged our shoulders and I moved my dick to push it into his ass."

"Hold off chief, let me go get some rubbers.  You guys shouldn't be
fucking around without them."

"You got AIDS?" I stupidly asked.  Dean rolled his eyes.  I realized
that I didn't ask in a politically correct way, but I wanted to know.

"No man, I am HIV negative.  You?"

"Same.  We haven't ever fucked anyone but each other." Dean lied.

I made a mental note to make sure we were more careful regarding "safe
sex" with our next hook up.  Morris got his box of condoms out and I
placed one on my dick with some of his lube.  Dean put one on his
cock, also.  I pushed my dick into his ass and began to slowly pump.
He put his arms back and slowly jacked his dick.  Morris was on his
back with his legs in the air like before.  As I humped, I was a
little dismayed at how less of a sensation my dick received in the
condom.

As if reading my mind, instead of fucking Morris, Dean slid his lubed
condom covered dick into my own hole with no warning.  The slight pain
connected with my dick and I began to fuck Morris harder.  As I banged
him, he started jacking faster and soon was shooting cum all over his
belly.  I bend down to rub my fingers in it.  As I licked my fingers
and fucked him, Dean fucked me hard.  Finally, I started spewing in
the condom.  I thought Dean had cum too, but I didn't realize he
didn't until our drive home.

Morris thanked us for a hot fuck and told us to contact him again when
we wanted to fuck.  I pulled on my clothes without cleaning up.  As we
got into Dean's car, there was an electrical feeling in the air.

"Take your clothes off dude!  I still need to shoot my load."

I hesitated.  After sex, risky stuff didn't seem as much of a turn on.

"Do it man!"  He said.

I started taking off my clothes.

"Toss them in the back seat."

I did.

"Take off that seat belt and come suck my dick as we drive home."

I obeyed and pulled his dick out of his shorts leg.  I sucked him good
the whole 25 minute drive back to our houses.  A few miles before we
got home we drove up to a railroad crossing and the lights began to
flash to warn of an approaching train.  From a distance, we could see
it was an Amtrak passenger train.

"Get on your hands and knees!"

I got on my knees and then my ass was raised into the air.  As the
train passed, he turned the inside lights on!  Train car after car
passed and he held my head down when I tried to protest.  I was naked,
ass in the air, sucking him off in front of anyone who looked out
their windows!

Midway through the train's passing, it slowed down some more.  Dean
started humping my mouth hard and started shooting his sperm in it.  I
swallowed it as it came out until it was gone and he was sucked dry.
I had never noticed that the train's last car passed until Dean turned
the inside light out.  Just as the final car moved past us, we saw
another car waiting on the other side of the tracks.  I squirmed and
panicked as we passed them over the tracks as they drove the opposite
way.  All I noticed was an old couple with huge glasses and they
weren't even looking our way.

"Fuck, that was hot baby!"

I didn't respond.  I reached back for my clothes.

"No. Stay naked."

I dropped my shorts and just sat there until we arrived at home.  I
got out naked and started walking to my place.

"Here bud!"

He tossed my clothes.  In the end, I had forgotten about getting
dressed and was simply going to walk back to my house without them.

The rest of that week, we found a hook up each night.  Some nights we
just had oral sex with these new guys.  One guy, Latino...seemed to be
lying about his age too...we both fucked him after fronting him out and
finding out he was an ass virgin.  Dean bought us a box of condoms and
we used them from that point on with strangers.  Some nights, we met
up with more than one guy.  Apparently, regardless of our area being a
collection of several rural towns, there was plenty of tail available
at any time.  After that week was over, I felt very experienced after
our new sexual adventures.

At the beginning of that week, Dean and I had found that one of the
dirt roads we passed on our jogs was being bulldozed for the entrance
of a new subdivision.  In front was a huge sign that read, "Stone
Briar Estates-Homes in the mid $200,000's."  We were surprised for
sure.  The area that we lived in was about fifty miles outside of
Dallas.  In a twenty square mile radius, there were many tiny towns
with an old "downtown" section in each including ancient buildings
except for our town.  I thought about all the new stuff being built in
our own town like fast food restaurants, a new grocery store, etc.  I
wondered if maybe the area was going to grow.  I doubted anyone would
move out so far.  I didn't pay attention at the time, but an old two
lane highway nearby was being redone into a four lane expressway.

"Wow, once they start building here we should come over here and
fuck!" he said with a sneaky grin.

I laughed at him.

"Dude, you're constant conniving something!"

He slapped me on the ass as we started jogging back home and said,
"That's why you're crazy about me!"

- - -

The week after our sexual adventures and online hookups, Dean's family
left for their summer vacation.  They were going to spend a couple of
weeks in Louisiana and then they were going to Austin to meet Hank's
parents and his Aunt.  He acted nonchalant about it all, but I knew he
was nervous.  One afternoon before he left, he gave me a big surprise.

I was in my room brushing my teeth and had just texted him to come
over and let himself in.  I heard him come in and was chatting with
him with my face down as I brushed my teeth.  I didn't even notice
until I looked up in the mirror and found him grinning.

"What the fuck dude? What did you do with all your hair?"

He turned all serious.

"You don't like it?"

His hair had been cut off short with a fade on the side like many
Latino guys had.  He hadn't dyed his hair all summer so it was his
natural color.  He looked so fucking hot!

"Oh no man, it's really awesome...you look great!"

"You sure, man?" he asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Here is what I think!" I said as I pulled his hand to my crotch to
feel my hard cock.

He grinned and kissed me.

"I don't know dude...I just sort of thought I'd go conservative for a
bit until I meet my family.  I don't wanna scare them off."

I put my arm around his waist.

"Well, I like you either way—buzz cut or scruffy headed.  They're sure
to like you too.  Just be yourself."

Funny how I was able to give advice to him to "be himself" when I was
so self conscious about my own body, muscular or not.  With his hair
cut, his slim cheekbones were even more prominent.  His previously
pale complexion had darkened a tad--his arms and face had actually
experienced direct sunlight after hanging out at Miranda's pool a lot.
 His legs were still white but had been getting hairier.  It seemed
that since we'd met, he had even gotten even another inch taller than
before.  My own height had barely increased.

"I'm gonna miss you, fucker!" I told him as pushed him down onto my bed.

We began to kiss and grind our fabric covered crotches together.  I
moved my mouth down to suck on his smooth, supple neck.

"Let me give you something to hold onto when you're missing me..."

Dean pulled off his shorts and was wearing a tiny pair of his
brothers' briefs.  He moved to my computer chair and stuck one hand in
his underwear and pulled a dirty sock of mine off the floor.  He stuck
the sock into his mouth and began beating off.  His hand strained the
fabric of the briefs to the max.  I sat there enjoying the show as he
masturbated for me.  He used his free hand and reached inside his
ragged old t-shirt to tweak his tit.  Soon enough, he was spewing into
the shorts.  After he was done, he spit the sock out.

He pulled off the cum-soaked shorts and handed them to me.

"Use it wisely," he said with a raspy chuckle.

"I have something for you too, then."  I said.

I walked over to my closet and dug through the small dirty clothes
hamper and pulled out my jockstrap.  I'd gone jogging it several times
and had just now put it in the hamper for it to be washed.  I walked
back to him and pulled it over his head, crotch over his nose.  He
pulled it off and inhaled with it under his nose.

"Dude, I don't think you're getting this back...you'll have to tell your
mama to buy a new one."

Just then, we heard footsteps from the other end of the trailer
reverberating though the house.  Mom was up and walking around.  He
scrambled to get dressed.  I grabbed his underwear and slid them in
the drawer of a CD storage box.  He crammed my jockstrap under his arm
inside his shirts and sneaked out our back door before mom even knew
he was there.  I looked outside the window and saw the twins helping
Jim load the truck with a cooler, back packs, etc.  An hour later,
they were gone.

- - -

Dean texted me off an on while he was in Louisiana.  He texted me
photos of him and his cousins.  He was right, they were indeed not too
attractive and were huge.  He didn't care, though, he said he was
having an awesome time fishing, taking a swamp tour, and more.  His
family was having a blast, too.

Me, I was bored and depressed at first.  I just worked and came home,
slept, ate, slept, and started it over the next day.  Eventually,
Miranda called me and asked if I wanted to go to a movie. I gladly
accepted.  It was our first outing without Dean and was actually very
cool.  Miranda knew of an old two screen theatre that hardly had any
business, but showed independent films. It was just outside of Fort
Worth and the drive there was a nice change.

She always knew odd, unique places to eat.  We went to a small diner
that had old bus seats for seating.  The tables were sprayed with
graffiti.  Outside it looked like all the other random aging shopping
strips, but was totally avant-garde inside.  They played punk and ska
music on an old speaker overhead.  While we ate, college age guys and
gals came and went.  Most of them dressed in some unique way.  I was
feeling very hip.

We went back to her place and got stoned as hell.  The smell of pot
made me lonely for Dean.  I tried to perk up, but I think she could
tell.  Still, I appreciated her attempt to cheer me up.  She put on
some 60's lounge music and we made up goofy Go-Go dances.  Later on,
she drove me home and I arrived just as mom was driving out.

After Miranda left, I went inside and dug out his briefs.  I jacked
off long and slowly while huffing in the scent of his cum, butt, and
crotch from the briefs.  I could even smell some of that herbal bath
wash stuff.  I shot a load into the briefs, fusing my own cum with
his.  Soon after, I drifted off to sleep, more relaxed...

- - -

While Dean was gone, I jogged early each morning instead of at night.
It was just as hot either way.  The temperature overnight rarely went
below 80F during a North Texas summer.  The humidity was horrible,
too.  Once I got a run over with, I'd shower in a hurry and drive
mom's car to work.  Dean offered to let me use his car but mom said
"hell no!".  She didn't want to be liable for it if I wrecked.  Once
at work, I mostly thought about the what car I was fixing or
checking...it cleared my mind.  After work, I would be bored unless I
could find a friend to go hang out with.  Everyone was getting a job
or was on vacation, so it was kind of lonely.

Each day, my routine didn't vary.  I started each with a morning run.
On one of those morning jogs, I discovered that the street at the
entrance for the new subdivision was completed with a large, two lane
concrete road.  I decided to run down the road to see how far it went.
 It went a mile and then it ended with three smaller streets under
construction.  Three houses were already being built and had the walls
and roof already done.  I could see beyond the trees that there were
acres and acres of pasture land I'd never known was there.  Likely,
that would be cleared, too.

I had to piss badly--so with no one around, I just pulled it out my
shorts leg and took a whizz on a curb.  It felt good to whip it out
like that and not worry about anyone around.  I stroked it a little
and it hardened.  A rare breeze blew and I pulled out my balls to air
them out.  Just then, from one of the houses (there were no cars
around), I heard a cat call whistle!  I hauled ass out of there so
fast.  As I got around the corner, a small truck drove in with an old
guy eating a breakfast taco as he steered.  I started running again
and was home in record time.  As I showered at home, I jacked off
thinking of my experience of being caught jacking in the breeze.

The rest of the week, I jogged past the subdivision entrance
nervously, but on Friday I decided to jog down that new road again.  I
was nervous, but curious and wanted to know who whistled at me.  I
wondered if they were fucking with me or really interested.

I ran to the end of the road, retracing my steps from the time before
and found the street with the homes.  They had bricks on them now, but
two more new ones had been put up.  I saw the same truck that was
driving in when I was fleeing before.  As I passed it, I slowed down
to get my breath.  I was in just black shorts and drenched in sweat.
Standing still, I saw large sweat spots in crotch of the shorts.

Just then a dude came out in construction gear.  He looked to be about
thirty five or so.  As he walked out and saw me, his mouth turned into
a huge grin.

"Good to see you again!"

"What you mean?" I pretended.

He walked up to me.  He was hot to me, but Dean would snub him.  My
dick stirred.  He had huge biceps but was stocky.  He had a thin beard
and piercing green eyes.  He wore a Texas A&M baseball cap covering a
head of thick, light brown wavy hair.

"Don't worry, my dad is inside doing the electrical work.  He's half
deaf anyway." He said with a harsh country accent.

I just looked at him like I didn't have a clue.

"Come on!"

He nodded toward the house next door that was halfway finished.  I
just blindly followed.  We walked through a yard of wood and brick
rubble and into the back doorway.  The walls inside had sheetrock but
were not painted.  The concrete foundation was dusty with all kinds of
sawdust and debris.  We walked into what appeared to be part of the
kitchen and he sat on a pile of stacked wood palettes.  He unzipped
his pants and pulled out a short uncut dick.

"Let's see yours again dude!"

He started jacking off and his dick grew in width.  He fingered the
overhang of skin on his cock to briefly expose the head.  After he
pulled away, the skin slowly contracted back.  I didn't just pull my
dick out, I dropped my shorts to the floor and stepped out of them.  I
was instantly turned on by this average Joe type of dude.  I saw a
wedding ring on his finger...playing on the down low it seemed.

He moved over to me and felt up my body.

"You're fuckin' hot man...you a play football?"

I shook my head "no."

"Well, you look like it.  Your body is fine.   I was a linebacker in
college...but you'd never guess now."

I swallowed and mumbled, "Well you look hot to me too."

He chuckled with a low rumble and pulled me close to him.  He planted
a kiss on me and forced his tongue into my mouth.  I could taste
bitter leftovers of chewing tobacco.  His Seven Eleven coffee breath
steamed under my nose as we made out.  His hands went straight for my
ass.  I had no condoms so fucking wasn't going to be an option (was
finally getting smarter about it).  I unbuttoned his work shirt to
find a semi hairy chest and two hard pecs.  Below the pecs was a round
belly.  He was perfect!

After a few minutes of deep tongue kissing, I moved down to blow him.
I pulled his balls out of his opened zipper.  On my knees, in just
tennis shoes, and sitting on a nasty concrete floor, I gave him the
blow job of his life.

First, I got my tongue all up in that foreskin.  I twirled it around
and cleaned out the lump of smeg I found there.  He was moaning like a
bitch.  I sucked and licked all over his fat balls and drove him
crazy.  I lightly chewed on each one and he let out a low growl of
approval.  Finally, I took his cock in my mouth and relentlessly
sucked it until he grabbed my head and started fucking it.  He fucked
my mouth hard like I was his personal bitch.  It was "bang bang bang"
until my jaw ached.  Eventually, she began moaning loud as his orgasm
hit.  As he shot his load, his hands gripped my head so tightly that I
couldn't move it...but I swallowed every drop.  Still sitting on the
wood pile, his legs tightened around me until is cumming subsided.

"Fuck man...that was a great BJ!  Phewww!"

He started zipping up after forcing his dick and balls back in his pants.

"You need me to take care of you?" he offered.

I didn't get vibes that he really wanted to reciprocate and I knew if
he did, it would be rushed.

"Naw, I'm good." I said.

"Okay, cool."

I started walking out after pulling my shorts on.  They were covered
in white powder and dust.  My legs were dirty too.

"Come back around this week before we're out of here...would like to see
you again!" I heard him say as I walked out.  I figured he was only
worth the one spontaneous blow job.  I burped and the taste of his cum
came back up in my mouth.

I walked off feeling guilty and horny.  I had the image of Dean's cute
face with his short hair cut in my mind.  How could I cheat on him
again?  I cursed my dick.  I got home and showered, but didn't have
time to jack a quick one.  I drove on into work and began my usual
work day, but with blue balls.

- - -

Finally, Dean came back home at the end of those three boring weeks
(mostly boring).  The only excitement had been my construction guy
incident but I couldn't tell Dean about it.  If had been been there,
he would have gone along with it.  I had no idea how he would take
finding out about it after the fact, so I never told him.

He and his family arrived home at night with a lot of ruckus.  I woke
up to hear his dad yelling at the brothers for something.  I heard
truck doors opening and closing as they unpacked.  Knowing he was
home, I rolled over and slept really well until late the next morning.

I showered the next morning rubbing my face and was happy to find that
I needed to shave.  I had been trying to grow a chin goatee but it was
taking weeks.  I couldn't wait until I had a thicker beard.  I loved
seeing goatees and beards on other men and wanted my own.  Just as I
was shaving around my chin, there was a loud knock on my window that
nearly made me cut my face with the razor.

I dropped the razor in the sink and walked to my window and found
Dean.  I opened the window and told him to come inside but not to wake
up my mom.  I went back to the sink and rinsed off the shaving cream.

As he came in and closed my door, he grabbed me and kissed me.

"Hey sexy fucker!  I love those whiskers on your chin.  Hot!"

He looked hot himself with the new hairdo.  It was wet to the touch as
I ran my fingers through it.  I could smell his shampoo.

"You really like it huh?"

I nodded yes and kissed him again.

It was an unusually cool morning for August, so we went to the tent in
the woods after Dean went inside to grab his backpack.  We lay
together naked inside with the tent windows unfurled.  He began to
tell me about his adventures from his vacation as he pulled out a
bottled water.  Part of it was similar to the last vacation in
Louisiana.  However, the part about his real family was quite
interesting.  He told me what all went down...

"Dude, we got into Austin and there were gay guys everywhere.  Not
like holding hands crap, but like you could just look at them and tell
they were homos, too.  Our hotel was down the street from a bunch of
shops.  I found one with a big rainbow flag in the window.  I went in
and browsed around.  I was so comfortable there.  The old dyke inside
was really cool to me and told me there were clubs and stuff around
for 18 years olds if I was bored.  I think she thought I was in
college at UT.

Anyway, the first day, I met Hank's sister Sheila at a Starbucks.
When I saw her walking from a distance, I saw her looking kinda
startled like.  She sat down and got all teary and said from a
distance I looked just like her brother when he was my age.  She kind
of freaked me out at first."

Dean went on to say that his meeting with his aunt turned out to be
good and they chatted for a long time.  The next night he had dinner
with his grandparents.

"They said there was a lot of misunderstandings between my mom and
them after Hank died and my mom stopped contacting them.  They never
were sure that I was really Hank's until I walked up in the
restaurant.  His mom got a Kleenex and shit just like my aunt.  We had
another dinner later with some other relatives.  My aunt was there too
and right before I left, he handed me a small journal.  She said it
was my mom's and she found it in Hank's stuff after he died.  I
haven't read it yet...apparently she has."

After all his story was told, we had slow, steamy sex as the tent
heated up in the morning sun.  First, he fucked me good and long while
we made out.  After he seeded my ass, I turned him over and fucked him
good.  After I shot inside his butt, I lay there on top of him for a
long time.  We didn't speak at all.  We just relished finally being
together again after nearly a month.  Despite the heat, I fell asleep.

I woke up to find him lying next to me reading his mother's journal.
He looked very melancholy but concentrated on his reading.  I tried to
rouse him but he turned away and kept reading.  I was a little hurt by
him snubbing me.  I just lay there and stroked his stomach.

"It's like a diary.  She's written about getting pregnant with me and
not knowing which of them is the father.  I understand their
relationship now.  All three of them."

He closed the little book and rolled over against me for a while.
Eventually, we dressed in silence an headed back to our own houses.  I
think he wanted to be alone to read the rest of the diary.  He didn't
come over the next day.

- - -

School came way too soon.  I wasn't ready to give up staying up all
night, being naked a lot, and having spontaneous sex.  It was truly
the last summer of that type of freedom.  It wasn't until Monday, two
days after his return that I saw him next.  It was the first day of
school—our senior year. As he drove us to school, we barely spoke a
word.  I noticed a slight change in his personality from that day on.

To be continued?

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