Date: Sun, 2 Dec 2012 13:23:28 -0600
From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Twisted Next Door Neighbors Pt 13 (Revised)

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Twisted Next Door Neighbors Pt 13

The first week of school was a rough one.  All my teachers dumped lots
of homework on us right from the start.  Each day I wished I was in
the garage at work fixing cars instead of doing fucking math or being
forced to read stories that bored me.  At home I loved to read sci-fi,
military, and crime novels, but I hated everything we had to read in
my English class.  Even worse, I hated writing compositions.  We had
to read stories and then write about the use of this or that in the
story.  How the hell would I know what the color white symbolized or
recognize the use of foreshadowing.  I never interpreted anything like
the teacher and made mediocre grades even when I tried hard.

Dean, on the other hand, was making better grades than ever.  He even
did his homework right after school before fucking around.  He
continued to dress in his own unique style, but gone was the crazy
haircuts and hairdos that I'd become so use to seeing and teasing him
about.  Don't get me wrong, with the shorter hair he was hotter than
ever, but it symbolized a change in his personality...well, that was my
opinion.  Miranda didn't think he was acting any differently.  I
didn't discuss it with anyone else.

After school, we'd each go home and do whatever studying we had to do.
 If I finished early, I'd go to his place and we'd hang out.  We still
had great sex, but I wanted to know what was going on in his head, but
it was hard to find out.

I kept my job at Jiffy Lube and worked only on the weekends.  I'd been
saving my money up since I got the job and almost had enough to buy a
used car.  Jim had put a word out to his pals at work that a friend of
his needed a car.  He checked several out and told me he hadn't found
any reliable ones yet.  My goal was to buy one that could be fixed up.
 I couldn't wait to get my hands under the hood of my own car.

Dean didn't bother working during the school year.  His dad bought his
gas with the rule that he would use his car only to get to school and
for short trips.  On weekends after work Dean and I would sometimes go
to movies with friends or just hang out at their houses.  There was
talk of mom getting a promotion and moving to a day shift.  Our
weekend/night time adventures were facing uncertainty.

September flew by and soon it was his birthday.  Miranda, myself, and
most all of his close school friends met in town and we drove to an
Indian restaurant close the University.  It was my first time to try
that kind of food and it was fucking incredible.  I loved it all.
Dean even invited his brothers and they were very well behaved.  They
were acting more mature by the day.  Their bodies were filling out,
too.  I figured they were going to eventually be as tall as Dean.  In
fact, he had them sitting directly on his left side, I sat on his
right.  At first I was going to sit far from him on purpose, but
Miranda coolly pulled my hand to sit by her—placing me next to Dean.
Still closeted, I didn't want anyone to think we were gay.

After the meal and lots of talking, he opened the gifts that his pals
brought. Half of them were gag gifts.  The rest were really cool stuff
like CD's, a gift card for a Game Stop, etc.  Having fun, he was all
aglow and it was so hard to keep my eyes off him.  I loved seeing him
happy.  Fortunately, at this year's birthday dinner I was very
comfortable with everyone and knew them much better (compared to the
last year)—but that fact still didn't keep me trying to conceal my
relationship with Dean, though.

He drove us home and we played loud music and sang crazily the whole
way back.  As we drove up and mom was already gone, I invited him in.

"I have a gift or two for you!" I said playfully.

"Oh yeah? Is it in your pants, you stud?" he replied.

He followed me into my bedroom and I pulled out one of my storage
containers from the closet.  I'd covered his gifts under a bunch of
old albums and things.  I pulled out the shoebox that I'd put
everything in.  First, I handed him a few Bico brand necklaces with a
different cross pendant on each one.

"Fuck man, these are the ones that we looked at online!  They're really cute!"

His voice was deep and macho.  He could say something gay and still sound butch.

"That's not all."

I pulled out two t-shirts of his favorite band which were sold on
their last tour.

"Dude these are the shit!"

He pulled off his shirt and tried on each t-shirt one at a time.  Both
were skin tight on his slim frame.

Finally, I pulled out three sets of sexy briefs and a black jock
strap.  He immediately stripped and tried on each one.  My favorite
was the black jockstrap.  With the black necklace and the silver
cross, the jockstrap was a perfect match.  I had found them all
online.  I'd told mom I was ordering CD's and shit.  She never opened
the packages.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"You look like a damn underwear model!" I told him.

He jumped on me and wrapped his legs around waist and gripped my
shoulders.  He was light enough to not sway me as he hung on to me
like a stripper on a pole.  He planted a big kiss on me again.  I put
my hands under his ass to keep him attached to me.

"You say the nicest things to me.  Why are you so good to me?" he
asked very seriously.

"That's the way you treat someone you love." I simply said.

"Well I don't know why you love someone like me..."

I didn't know how to reply to that one.

"I have a special birthday request."

"Oh lord, here it comes..." I teased. "Where are we going to get naked?"

"No, it's not just that.  I want you to tie me up and fuck me.  And
then I want you to make me cum without touching my dick."

I laughed.

"I'm serious as shit."

His expression said it all.  It was the same look he had when he told
me what to do when we were having sex with other guys.  It was the
same look that he had when I was told to strip somewhere.

"I don't have any rope." I said naively.

"Use what you got...those big ass western belts, the belt of your robe...anything."

I had no idea what brought this one on, but I followed his
orders...again.  I pulled out my six belts.  I got out my big green
terrycloth robe and pulled the strap off.  I was gonna do what he
asked and I was gonna play it to the hilt.

With him still wearing just the black jockstrap, I lightly pushed him
down onto the bed.  I took my black leather belt and wrapped it around
his ankles until it made a loop twice.  I buckled it tightly.  I
roughly pulled his arms back and tied his wrists together with the
cloth belt from the robe. Next, I reached into clothes hamper and
pulled out the nastiest, rank sock and shoved it into his mouth.  He
sighed.

"You probably like that stank ass sock."

I was totally improvising.  I didn't know what he really wanted.
However, seeing him tied up did give me a boner.  His ass looked
especially hot in that jock.  It was perfectly framed by the black
straps on each lower cheek.  Even though he looked helpless and tied
up, I didn't doubt he could get loose if he wanted...sneaky as he was.

I had to satisfy my ass craving first.  Laying on his stomach with his
hands tied behind his back, I started munching on his sweet butt.  I
spread it open all the way.  I marveled at the new hair growth.  I
sucked on the ass hairs until they were soggy.  I parted them with my
tongue and dove on in.  I heard him moaning as my long tongue made
penetration.

I never tired of eating his ass out.  I'd eaten it for as long as an
hour before.  Eating his ass, like fucking him, was like some special
connection that was the most intimate to me.  I always enjoyed eating
him out, regardless if it was clean or sweaty.  That night, his ass
smelled floral from one of those damn shower gels.

I alternated tonguing his hole with sticking my middle finger up it.
I loved finger-fucking his warm hole.  Eventually, I stuck both middle
fingers in at the same time, lubed by the volumes of spit already in
there from my mouth.  He moaned the whole time even with that foul
sock stuffed in his mouth.

Like me, he loved having his feet rubbed, but there was a spot in the
arch of his feet that was very ticklish.  I grabbed his belted feet
and began mercilessly tickling them.  This made him squirm and laugh
while I was playing with his ass at the same time.  I kept it up until
I saw his forehead sweating.

"Oh wait a minute...you're even more ticklish under your arms."

I heard a protest from the gagged mouth but I didn't care.  I pinned
him down on his back and sucked on his nipples.  That gave him a false
sense of calm; as he thought I wasn't gonna tickle him after all.
When he relaxed and was enjoying getting his pierced nips worked over,
I caught him off guard by tickling this shit out of his ribs.  I kept
tickling and tickling while biting hard on one of the nips, pulling
the tit ring hard.  The more he tickled, the more the ring was pulled.
 He gave up squirming, but stayed vocal.

I pulled the sock out for a second and laughing he yelled, "You son of
a bitch! I'm gonna get you ba—".  I stuffed it back in.  I reached
down and pulled his dick out over the jock elastic and let it bounce
against his abs. I teasingly stuck my finger tip in the piss slit and
pushed on it.  He squirmed again.  I held his dick in one hand and
after spitting on the other, I rubbed the piss slit with my palm in
long strokes.  As the wet palm of my hand rubbed back and forth on his
piss slit, it drove his crazy and he wiggled a lot.  I mixed rubbing
his piss hole with tickling his ribs.  I was starting to enjoy making
him "suffer".

I had another idea.  I reached down and pulled the shoe lace from one
of his tennis shoes.  I tied one end around the base of his nut sac.
I rolled him on his stomach and pulled the little rope from his balls
between his legs.  I pulled his nuts backwards.  He let out a moan.  I
saw my big belt sitting in the floor and grabbed it.

"You really hate this belt huh? It's the one you always make fun of!"

With his mouth full of sock, he still able to say "Uh hum".

"With it's big old cowboy buckle..."

Whack!

I slapped his ass with it while his balls were pulled back tight.

Whack!

I was worried that I'd gone to far.

"You want me to stop?"

He shook his head no.

"Of course not, you little perv!" I laughed.

Whack!

His beautiful white ass was now a bright red.  His balls were being
pulled to their max.  The testicles were bunched up in the far end of
his skin with the shoe lace like a small lasso around them.  After a
couple of more belt slaps, I sat down on the bed and stood him up.  He
stood balanced only by strong arms holding him up.  I lowered him
slowly onto my cock.  There was just enough spit left in his ass to
allow it to slide in with minimal friction.  I moved his tied up arms
up over his head.  His back now touched my chest. He was sitting on my
lap with my cock in his hole without being able to move his legs at
all.

I moved my hand down to fondle his dick teasingly.  I remembered he
wanted to cum without my hands on his dick, but I needed to build him
up to that level.  I made the letter "O" with my thumb and first
finger and jacked only the head of his dick with it.  I didn't touch
the top of his dick head, just the crown of it.  I started doing it
fast and he moaned.  I was basically jacking him with two fingers on
the outer sensitive edges of the head of his penis.  He started
moaning, so I stopped.  I stopped and started over and over with my
dick still rammed up his tight ass.  I was teasing him and edging his
climax...turning him on but not jacking enough to let him cum.

Eventually, I lay back on the bed pulling him back with me.  He still
had his feet and wrists bound with a dick up in his hole as far as it
could go.  I kissed the tender side of his neck and squeezed the
living hell out of one nipple.  My other hand went to his balls and
pulled them tight and outward.  I started fucking him hard from that
position.

On impulse, I softly bit into his neck.  I didn't break skin but my
teeth were laying hard against the soft skin.  I was no longer
touching his cock but I put more pressures on his balls.  As I fucked
harder and squeezed his nuts, still with slight biting on the neck,
his body began tensing up.  Eventually, he started bucking and
shooting cum all over.  I gently twisted his nuts and pulled out the
sock.

"OH FUCK...Oh fuck!"  He shouted.

He was breathing hard.  As he came his sphincter constricted around my
dick with a grip and I started shooting my load into him.  After we
stopped cumming, we were both out of breath.  I carefully undid the
knot at his wrists and he stretched his arms out.  I picked him up and
lifted his body off my dick and sat him on the bed.  I carefully undid
the belt around his ankles.  The imprints of the belt straps were red
on his legs.  I rubbed his legs where the leather surface had formed
its shape into the skin forming the word "DAVID" backwards.  His ass
was still red.

I wasn't sure if he was ok after all that until he rolled over and
kissed me and said, "Happy birthday indeed!"

We fell asleep together in my bed.

- - -

The next morning, the first thing I heard was mom calling my name.

"You up already, hon?"

Before I answered, my eyes opened and there was mom standing in the
open doorway looking at me with a startled look while I was under the
covers with Dean's arms wrapped around my waist—our bodies tightly
next to each other.  We had left the fucking door open!

Everything happened quickly after that.  Holding a pillow over my
crotch, I got up and slammed the door.  I literally slammed it in her
face but she moved back in time.  Dean woke up to my panic not knowing
what was going on.  I heard her walking back to her room.

"My mom just busted us!" I said through clenched teeth as I shook him awake.

He quietly got up and dressed.  I was pacing around not knowing what
to do.  I felt like either punching a hole in the wall or throwing up.
 My face felt hot and my mouth went dry.

"Calm down dude.  You were gonna have to tell her someday you are gay."

I lifted my arm to hit, but put it down quickly.  I couldn't take this
out on Dean.  It was my own fucking fault—I shouldn't have fallen
asleep with the door open.  I felt my life as I knew it ending.
Images of being sent back to my dad's flashed in my head.  I imagined
trying to explain it to him.  Dean came up behind me and put his arms
around me.  I was stiff and unresponsive.

"Come see me later so I know you're okay.  Please don't do anything stupid."

He stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him.  I heard
him open the back door and leave.  Soon after I heard mom knock at my
door.

"David, I'd like to talk about this later, but there's no rush.  When
you calm down, I'll be up."

I stayed in my room with a nervous stomach for four hours before I
walked out.  I walked to mom's room where she was watching some Oprah
special on cable TV.  She looked up and didn't say anything.

I just stood and stared at her.

"I don't know what to say..." I mumbled.

"Sit down." She said softly.

"I know you're mad.  Don't send me back to dad's."  I said coldly as I
sat down on the corner of her bed.

She took off her glasses and put her magazine away.

"I'm not mad at you.  Well, I was a little disappointed you didn't
tell me sooner.  I figured you would have by now."

I got excited and my face turned red.

"What you do mean by now?"

She smiled and said, "David, it's not like you haven't left tell-tale
hints behind.  Oh, I'm not talking about you not dating girls or
anything.  I mean like finding his clothes here, finding your clothes
missing, leaving a computer web page up...and so on."

I was getting more embarrassed by the minute.  I wanted to climb in a hole.

"I don't wanna hear it!" I mumbled.

"Don't be embarrassed, I mean, you had to find yourself somehow.  What
I've worried about is you being careful.  There's no rush to have sex
with anyone.  Gay men especially have to be careful with HIV.  I see
it all the time at work...young men dying from being careless.  You can
still have sex but you need to be safe with it."

I started wiping my eyes.  I wasn't sobbing, but was just very
emotional.  I felt so exposed to talk about that with my mom of all
people.  I felt like my privacy was invaded even though it was my
fault.

"Whatever your preference turns out to be, I love you.  Just please be
truthful about everything else.  I know you've sneaked out at night.
I don't care if you went to Dean's to hang out but I came home once to
get my purse and ID that I left and found you already out of the house
and you told me you just stayed up and watched TV all night...Dean's car
was gone.  I know the two of you went out cattin' around.  That kind
of crap needs to end.  That's why I accepted a job as Head Nurse for
the morning shift.  I've been a bad mother to leave you for a year on
your own all night."

I wiped my eyes and felt stupid for all the times I lied to her.

"And your dad would love to have you live with him but frankly they're
packed like sardines there.  I love having you here but I don't want
you left alone anymore for the rest of your senior year.  You're
almost an adult.  Time to behave like one.  No more secrets, ok?"

"Okay." I said and blew my nose on the bottom of my t-shirt.

"There's no rush to mess around.  You'll have your lifetime to have sex."

"Now you're embarrassing me for sure, mom," I laughed.

"You can tell me about Dean later, if you think you want to ever talk about it."

I didn't.  I wanted to get the hell out for awhile.

"I'm gonna go outside for a bit." I said.

"Are you going next door?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Remember, you don't have to bullshit me anymore." She said with grin.

"Yeah, ok..."

I wiped my face off and walked out of there.  If I thought coming out
to Miranda was tough, nothing was like talking to mom about it.  I
walked out of the house both relieved to get it over with but feeling
uncertain of myself.  I sat in the yard on the lawn chair for a bit
before I went to Dean's.  My stomach felt like I had been doing
crunches, but was just sore from tension.  My neck was really sore.  I
needed weed really bad but I knew doing it that moment would have been
pushing it.

I just sat and thought about life.  I was about to turn eighteen.  I
had no idea what I wanted to do after that.  I'd have to ask Dean what
his plans were...we'd never talked about it.  Lately, outside of our
sexual experiences, he'd been reserved.  When we were just hanging out
listening to music or watching TV, there was a distant look on his
face.

I walked over eventually and knocked on his window.  It was sweltering
outside.  He finally came to the window and motioned for me to come
inside.  I opened the front door without knocking and found the twins
sleeping naked...one was on the couch, the other curled up in the love
seat.  I noticed more public hair above Curt's dick.  His pubes were
matted with dried cum.  I presumed they'd just fucked.  The house
smelled like hamburgers.  I saw a mountain pile of dishes in the
kitchen sick.  I walked quietly to Dean's room.

He was naked on his bed with his legs spread and a hard dick.

"My dick's glad to see you.  I was just about to beat off."

I plopped down on the bed and smelled his stale sheets.  He'd been
smoking Marlboros in the bedroom again.  He slid my shirt up and
stroked my pecs.  I love it when he worshipped my pecs, but I was in
the mood to talk, not fuck.

"It's official, my mom now knows we're each a big fag!" I sighed.

"Is that bad?" he asked, one eyebrow raised.

"Well, finding me with a guy in my bed has made up her mind to take
the day shift.  She feels I'm out of control."

He didn't say anything for a moment.

"Well I felt better after my dad caught us."

"Dude," I sat up," Your scenario is so different...you can't compare.
Over here it's normal to be fucking gay where everyone fucks around
like it's the most normal thing in the world.  We're lucky we never
got caught doing naked shit or your family would be investigated or
worse."

He got mad and turned over.

"Fuck you."

"I'm sorry.  I just find my situation...different."

"It's all my fault you got busted," he sighed.  "Hell, it's my fault I
ever got a hard on the second I saw you outside our window last year.
It's my fault you got involved with your twisted, fucked up, next door
neighbors.  No, I guess we're not a traditional American family, huh?
But I am okay with all of it, normal or not."

"Okay, I'm sorry.  Turn around."

He turned around and looked at me with a hurt expression.  I put my
arms around him and grabbed him tightly.  I rubbed my nose into his
oily scalp.  I kissed him on the back of the neck as we spooned.

"Well, how was the rest of your birthday?  I feel like you did last
year on yours."

He sighed, "Well, dad dropped another surprise on me...well, he showed
this to me."

Dean rolled over and we were facing each other.  He put his hand on
the old videotape laying on the night stand.

"Dad played the videotape to me in its entirety.  It's not all just
him and Hank fucking.  It's got lots of footage of him, Hank, and mom
just goofing around, drinking, and acting nutty."

He slid his hand into my shorts and played with my dick.

"It's very much in line with my mom's diary...which I never told you about, huh?"

I replied, "You didn't tell me what it said."

"It was just mom talking about daily shit like college or arguing with
grandma...lots about her watching dad and Hank get it on.  She wrote
about fucking them both and their threesomes.  She didn't even know
really who my dad was until I popped out.  Oh, and that video has a
shot of Hank holding me in the hospital.  I got fuckin' chills
watching that shit, dude.  Then I got kind of sad."

He kept playing idly with my dick and balls.

"Anyway, let's talk about something else." He sighed.

"Okay...well what are you doing after school is out."

He rolled over and looked me in the face.

"I'm taking my S.A.T. test in a few weeks.  Mr. Ludwick thinks I
should test early."

I knew very little about the very popular college admission test known
as the "S.A.T.'s".  When classmates spoke of them the topic
intimidated me and I avoided commenting on it.  The truth was that I
did very poorly in school even when I studied my ass off.  I didn't
have much self confidence regarding my intellect.  I was surprised
that he had talked to the school counselor, Mr. Ludwick.  He'd always
made fun of him in the past (`look at that fucked up old suit and tie'
he'd say).

"Oh yeah?" I said blankly.

"Yeah, and I don't know which school I want to go to yet."

I figured he meant either the local community college or the
university nearby.  For the first time in history, I lost my hard on.
He kept fondling me, but I wasn't interested.

"When does your mom start working days?"

"In the middle of December." I said dryly.

"Well, we still have plenty of time for fun."

"Yeah, I guess..." I said and turned over.

We lay there for awhile not talking anymore in a melancholy
atmosphere...eventually, he fell asleep.  I sneaked out and went home
and remained bored and depressed.

- - -

November flew by and I spent Thanksgiving with my dad.  My sisters and
the babies were growing like crazy.  My oldest sister had really
chilled and almost acted like a mini-Miranda.  She was listening to my
type of music (and a lot of stuff I'd never heard of) and becoming a
teenager.  I nearly fainted when she and the other two helped my step
mother in the kitchen the whole time with preparing the food and
cleaned up after we all ate.  The girls camped out in one room and
left my old room for me to sleep in alone.

I kept waiting for my dad to say something about me being gay.  I
figured my mom had blabbed to him, but in the end, she had told him
nothing.  I had to respect mom for that one.  I had no idea how he'd
take it but he was cool about everything else, so I would hope for the
best when I decided to tell him.

After the holiday, my birthday finally rolled around.  I was excited
to be turning eighteen.  The legal age in Texas for drinking was 21,
but the legal age for most everything else was 18.  I mentioned to
Dean that maybe I should host a birthday party or something like he
did, but he said I shouldn't.

"No man, I have a surprise for you.  Just clear it with your mom that
you and I are driving into Dallas on your birthday.  It's on a
Saturday night.  I won't tell you anymore than that!"

The big surprise was left shrouded in mystery until that night came
around.  I was told to wear something that showed off my body and to
wear my sexiest briefs.  My mom wasn't too cool at first with the idea
of the two of us driving into the bustling metropolis of Dallas alone,
but I finally persuaded her.  When Dean came over before we left, mom
made him sit down in the living room and grilled him.

"Now you guys keep your phones on at all times.  I don't want to hear
of anyone drinking, smoking weed".  Her nagging went on and on.  I
came out into the living room to rescue him and we left.

First, we drove the 45 or so miles into the city and arrived at a
funky Indian restaurant.  Miranda was just inside waiting for us.  Her
boyfriend was with us.  He was obviously college age, so I figured out
she was meeting him there in secret.  They bought my dinner and we
ordered several different dishes and pigged out.  As we laughed and
talked, I noticed other tables containing only male couples.  As we
talked, Dean moved his hand over and held mine on the table.  My
normal response would have been to pull it way (we were in public
after all!).  However, I just relaxed and let him.  No one looked our
way nor cared.

After dinner, which I thought was all he had planned, Miranda kissed
her boyfriend goodnight and he left.  He had driven her there but she
was hanging with us.  By then, it was after nine o'clock and the sun
had gone down.  It was still in the nineties outside.  We got into
Dean's car and drove out.

"Wait, you turned the wrong way...this lane goes downtown."

"Hush fool...we're not going home yet." He grinned at Miranda in the
rear view mirror.

We drove for a few miles on the freeway then exited and drove into a
part of the city that I'd never been.  After turning a few times, I
noticed lots of guys...hot guys.  Many were walking holding hands.  I
saw a drag queen walking down the sidewalk.  As she passed an eatery
with outdoor tables I saw everyone wave at her.  She waved back and
shook her ass.

"We're in Oak Lawn dude!  We're going to our first gay bar!" he shouted.

I felt a mixture of anxiety and excitement.  What if I saw someone we
knew?  I kept quiet and just smiled.  I was scared shitless.

It took a while to find a parking place that we didn't have to pay
for.  We got out and walked around.  First, we went into some stores
that catered to trendy male fashions.  The guys at the counter were
very animated and cute.  The three of us looked around and checked out
the clothes.  I found a cool sleeveless shirt that I liked. Dean
grabbed it and headed to the checkout counter to buy it.  I tried to
go stop him.

"Man, don't spend your money on me...you bought me dinner."

The guy at the counter heard it all.

"Girl, you let that boy buy you a shirt, hell, as hot as you are I'll
buy you a damn shirt!"

We all laughed and Dean pulled out cash to pay for it.

"You gonna wear it now?" the other clerk said.

"Yeah, dude, put it on!" Dean said.

I went along with them and right there in the store and in front of
the window of people passing by, I pulled off my shirt.  Some guy from
the back of the store whistled.  Someone passing by waved a "thumbs
up" gesture.  I timidly slipped on the white sleeveless shirt.  It had
a huge red dragon on the back.  The shirt fit me skin tight.

"I think I need a larger size," I said.

"I think not, honey!  You look perfect." The other clerk said.

With the unanimous vote, I left it on.  We left the store and visited
a couple of others.  We stopped at a small coffee shop and had
cappuccinos.  My gut was full, but I felt energetic.  With all the gay
men around, there was an energy in the air that made me feel more
confident.  After chatting and finishing our coffees, we headed to a
club.

After paying a large cover and getting our hand stamped to show we
were underage, we were given bracelets to put on.  We walked inside
and the smell of a million clashing colognes hit me right away.  Music
was playing from an unseen dance floor.  We passed a bar with several
hot men of all ages and types chatting and drinking.  I was surprised
at how many guys in there were types I'd never stereotype as gay.

It was not Miranda's first time to be there, so she showed us around.
We passed the dance floor (which wasn't filled up yet) and went to a
side room with male dancers on little platforms.  They were dancing in
G-strings.  Miranda asked me which on I thought was the hottest.  I
told her the Latino.  She handed me a ten dollar bill.

"Go slid this in his elastic...and make sure he sees how much it is!"

I timidly walked up to the hot fucker and watched him shake his booty
to the music.  He was my height and had a hot bubblebutt.  He had a
toned body with muscular pecs.  Once he saw me standing there, he
shook his waist and let his dick flop around.  It was covered in a
bright, baby blue G-string.  I slid the bill into his elastic on his
hip.  Before I let go, let him see it was a ten dollar bill.  He put
his hand on my shoulder and flopped his dick on my face.  The soft
fabric rubbed all over my face.  Covered with a G-String or not, I
loved it bouncing on my face.  Just before he was done, he pulled his
elastic down and let me see down into it.  I got a total shot of his
perfect uncut dick, albeit for four seconds.

I walked back to them with a huge grin on my face.

"Alright baby!" Dean shouted over the music.

We moved on to the stairs and walked up to a square shaped balcony
over looking the dance floor.  It was slowly filling up.  We were up
level with all of the lasers, lights, and fog machine fixtures.  The
music was booming so loud that we could barely hear each other talk.
Just then, Lady Gaga started playing.  Miranda pulled us by the arm to
the dance floor.

The music was booming and everyone was dancing to our favorite song.
The three of us danced our asses off (I did my best attempt).  At some
point, Dean pulled his shirt off.  I copied.  I noticed many other
shirtless guys, both in shape and otherwise, dancing and having a
great time.  Time flew and we had a blast out there.  Finally, we left
the dance floor.  As we entered the bar area, the change from
suffocating humidity to the air conditionering was a shock.

We walked outside where it was still warm, but drank sodas.  We were
all drenched in sweat but due to the unseasonably warm winter, it felt
great outside.  We were laughing and talking about all we had just
seen.  It was all new to Dean and I and we were dazzled by it all.
Just then, two hotties walked by in their boxer briefs!

"Oh my god...wow!" I said.

"I think we should do it!" Dean said.

"Oh hell no!" I shouted

"Come on man...don't be chicken.  It's your 18th birthday today.  You
should go strut around in your underwear!"

"Amen to that!" a drunk, older dude behind us said.

"What are we gonna do with our clothes?" I asked.

Miranda chimed in and said she'd take them to the car for us.  I was
going to head to the bathroom to undress when Dean stopped me.

"Dude, you're at a gay bar.  Give everyone the pleasure of seeing us undress!"

He got down and on his knees and started untying my shoes.  A couple
of guys smoking outside looked our way.  He pulled my shoes and socks
off and kissed my feet, openly sniffing between my toes with a
devilish grin.  He put my socks inside of my shoes and told me to
stand up and drop my drawers.  I stood up and unbuttoned my fly and
down went the pants. As I stepped out of them, a small crowd had
formed.  Someone whistled.

Suddenly, I was in my underwear in front of everyone.  I'd worried I'd
get a hard on, but I stayed soft.  Next, Dean stood over me as I sat
down and put a foot between my legs on the bench.  That was my hint to
untie the laces on his Doc Martens.  I unlaced and pulled one off at a
time.  He sexily unbuttoned his gray shirt and tossed it to Miranda.
She was enjoying the show, too.  He turned around and playfully
wiggled his butt as he slowly pulled them off.  He had on bright pink
briefs.  I had been told to wear my "sexy" ones so I had on a pair
that were camouflage.  We got several claps after he was done.

Miranda diligently folded our pants and shirts and went off to the car
with our stuff.  It was very freeing and exciting to be out nearly
naked like that.  It was much different than the risky naked runs and
stuff we'd done—we were in public but we were allowed to do it.  Ten
minutes later, she was back and we were ready to go dance again.  She
had worn just a small dress that barely covered her ass and showed her
tits well.

We were back on the dance floor and got all kinds of attention.  Dean
and I danced up against each other and we both got obvious erections.
I felt all kind of mystery hands groping my ass, crotch, etc.  We had
others come and dance with us.  There was all kinds of bumping and
grinding.  I enjoyed all the eye candy.  For me that wasn't just the
pretty boys but the rough looking men with not so perfect bodies like
cubs, blue collar types, everyday guys...and older.  After we were
sweaty and exhausted again, we walked off to take a break.

As I was sitting there in my soaking wet briefs talking to Dean who
was standing up, he looked surprised and shouted, "Hey guys!" and
waved.

Before I could react, a mob of guys and girls crowded around us.  It
was Karl and a few of Dean's other female friends from school.  I
remembered Karl coming on to me at Dean's birthday dinner the year
before and was fearing an awkward moment arising.  Dean started
talking to the girls and Karl patted me on the shoulder and simply
said, "Hey man, you two look so cute out there together, I'm really
happy for you."

I got a lump in my throat and mumbled something or other.  The other
two girls that I knew from school, Dean's Goth pals, sat on either
side of me.

"Oh my god, you look so hot!  I'm gonna steal you away from Dean!"

The other one said, "We really never had a clue until we saw you
nearly mowing him down inside!"

There wasn't any awkwardness, just another odd feeling of relief.  We
all chatted for an hour or so before heading in for a final round of
dancing.  At nearly two o'clock in the morning, we decided to head
home.  It was fun walking back out to our parking spot in our
underwear.  The pavement was rough on our bare feet, but it was
thrilling to be seen by everyone.  The temperature cooled down
immensely by that time of night and I felt a little chilled.  Some
guys passing didn't even bat an eye--having seen it all before--others
winked or shouted.  All was good until we got to where we parked the
car and there wasn't a car there anymore!

"FUCK!" Dean yelled.

"Oh my god, who the fuck stole your car.  Our clothes!" I panicked.

"Guys, chill, look!" Miranda said and pointed up at a "no parking"
sign on the fence of the apartments.

She pulled her cell phone from her tiny purse and the number of the
towing company on the sign.  She told the woman who answered that our
car had been towed.  They had the car in their system but had to find
out which lot it had been towed to.  Another twenty minutes of waiting
on the phone, she found the tow yard that had Dean's car.

Miranda was our age, but seemed to be already more "worldly" than us.
She casually flagged down a taxi and he took us to an ATM.  She
withdrew some money and got back inside with us.  The taxi driver
looked worn out and unbothered by two guys in underwear sitting in his
car.  As she gave the driver directions to the towing yard, I sat back
in the car and felt miserable.  The tow yard was outside of downtown
in an very industrial area.  As we drove there, Miranda sat in the
front seat talking to her boyfriend on her cell and letting him know
what was up.  Dean slid his hand over to my crotch and I tensed up.

"Come on man, let me do it!" he whispered.

I relented.  As we drove on, the driver made turn after turn through
many stoplights through dark sections. But other than that, it was
very dark in the backseat.  The rough seats were scratchy to my legs.
Dean pulled my dick all the way out and spit on his hand.  He started
jacking my cock right there in the car as large semi trucks passed us.
 I had no idea if they could see us in the dark, but the risk factor
kicked in and I was getting really turned on.  He managed to do it
without making a sound.  He pulled out his dick and was jacking
himself at the same time.  His hand flew up and down just the way I
liked it—special emphasis on massaging the head.  Soon, I was shooting
all over the back seat and on his hand.  Dean shot right after me and
aimed for the floorboard.

Staying calm, Dean said, "Sir, I gotta sneeze, do you have a napkin?"

The driver didn't turn around at all, only his right hand reached back
and handed a bunch of McDonald's napkins to me.  We used them to wipe
up our cum.  Dean was licking my cum off his fingers.  I put one
napkin in my underwear as a liner so no residual leaked out.  Dean saw
me do that and copied.

Soon after we shot our loads, we pulled into the tiny parking area.
There was a huge glass window with bright ass floodlights over it.
There were two people in line before us that stared.  You could barely
see inside the glass.  After it was our turn, we walked up and said we
needed to get our car out.  The woman gave us hell asking for our
registration and ID's.  I got mad and started yelling.  Miranda took
over and calmly told the lady that Dean's ID was in the car along with
the registration.  She asked if someone could escort us to the car to
get them for proof.  Finally, the lady said OK but waited for another
driver to come back and let us in.  It was embarrassing as we walked
to the car almost naked with the redneck driver sniggering behind us.
After we got to the car and Miranda opened it, we showed him the ID's
and he let us get our clothes out.  He radioed back to the lady inside
that we were who we said we were.

Next, we had to go back to the window while the lady made copies of
everything and made Dean fill out a form. The charge was ninety five
bucks.  Before Dean could say he didn't have it on him, Miranda, cool
as a cucumber, pushed a hundred dollar bill into the slot.  Dean tried
to protest, but she waved him off.

We stepped away from the window and waited for the gates to open to
let us go back and get the car.

"Guys, don't worry.  Look at the adventure you've had tonight, Dave.
You'll be able to tell your adopted kids or nieces and nephews the
night you went to your first gay bar and ended up in your underwear at
a tow yard.  And if you tell them about this (she made a jacking off
gesture) just tell them the driver never paid attention for a reason!"

She pulled a pair of black panties from her purse!

"Yeah, that old man was distracted as soon as I pulled them off! I
could see at least one of you in the reflection of the side window!"

We started laughing and then the metal gate buzzed and we hurried on
through it.  Soon enough, we were driving back to drop Miranda off at
her boyfriend's apartment where her car was parked.  After she was
gone, we drove back home in the wee hours of the morning singing to
the CD player and acting crazy.  I thought about asking for a birthday
fuck, but instead I just enjoyed his company and kissed him good night
at my door.

- - -

In January, Dean took his S.A.T.'s.  I assumed he didn't do very well
as he mentioned nothing about them after the testing was over.  If I
asked about it, he blew off the topic.  In fact he blew off a lot of
topics, but didn't blow my dick enough.  Gone were the spontaneous
fucks or stripping in places that we shouldn't.  Sex was usually
initiated by me.  When we did have sex, it was nice, but shortly
after, he'd act distant like his mind was somewhere else.  Mom had
started working days, but her days off were now during the week.  I
had weekend mornings to fuck around at my place with Dean with
complete privacy if I didn't have to work, but it never came to pass.
I ended up just jacking off in the morning.

Hanging out with him was usually initiated by me, too.  I ended up
visiting with my other friends most of the time when I wasn't working
on weekends.  I really missed him.  I didn't talk to Miranda about him
since they were so close.  Had he talked to her, she wouldn't have
broken his trust by telling me anyhow I thought about talking to mom
about his standoffishness, but then chickened out.  He didn't come
around to my house; I always ended up going over there.

One particular morning, I was super horny and was feeling pissed at
Dean snubbing me.  I was sitting on my back steps bored one afternoon
while mom was at work.  I had been given a joint recently by one of my
coworkers, so since I was scheduled off, I went ahead and smoked the
entire thing.  I was stoned as hell when the twins rode their new
adult bikes up.  They were in spandex shorts but with windbreakers and
ski caps on.  It was really cold out, but they were always out riding
those bikes.

"You guys horny?" I asked.

What a silly question, those two were perpetually jacking off at home
or fucking each other.

"Sure, aren't we always!" laughed Jeff.

"Well I need to get fucked really good.  You guys want at it?"

The threw down the bikes and were behind me in seconds.  Just as I
closed the door behind them, Dean's car drove out and he gave me an
odd stare after seeing the bikes there and his brothers going inside
in front of me.  I didn't care.  If he wouldn't fuck me, I'd find
someone who would!

"You guys are really growing!"  I mumbled.

"Yeah look how big we are..."

In their happy go lucky way, they pulled down their spandex shorts and
showed me their hardening dicks.  They weren't so much longer but were
fatter.  They were likely to inherit Jim's fat cock.  They pulled off
all their clothes and were naked in just black athletic socks.

"There's some lotion by the sink." I said in my marijuana haze.

They opened the lid and slathered globs of lotion onto their teenage
dicks and headed my way.  I'd dropped my shorts but kept my white
t-shirt on.  I rolled on my stomach and propped two large pillows
under my waist.  With my ass propped up in air, Jeff dove onto me
first.  He had gotten better than the last time I'd seen him fuck and
he was taking his time.  However, he didn't bother asking what I
needed and wasn't doing anything to turn me on like playing with my
tits or dick.  Curt stood there jacking and cheering his brother on.

"Oh yeah dude, fuck him!  Ram it all the way in!"

Despite his attempt to fuck at a slower pace, he still came in five
minutes.  He moved over to let his brother mount me.  Curt lasted
longer, I must say.  They seemed to be more into each other and I was
just their ass to fuck.  They kept looking at each other in the eye
until Curt started moaning loudly and shooting his load up inside me.

"Do it again!" I barked.

"What?" they said in unison.

"I said fuck me again and don't act like I'm not here."

They hesitated.

"NOW!" I yelled.

They jumped like scared birds.  Jeff got behind me and started jacking
his dick to make it hard.  Soon enough, he was inside me and fucking
me again.  From experience, I knew their second load was going to take
longer.

I rolled over and momentarily pulled Jeff's cock out to lay on my
back.  I pulled my knees up and let him have access to my hole again.
He started fucking me again.  His dick felt good going in and out of
my horny hole.  I was craving a large cock but they would suffice for
the moment.

"Sit on my face!" I ordered Curt.

He got up and slowly squatted over me and pressed his hole on my
mouth.  Despite being regularly fucked by his twin brother, his hole
was still tight as hell.  I really had to drill my tongue to get it
all the way up in there.  I tongue fucked him until he was cooing and
breathing hard.  His pecker was hard again and he was jacking it over
my forehead.  Meanwhile, I felt Jeff playing with my low hanging ball
sac and my dick as he fucked me.

After getting a good taste of his tight little hole, I asked him to
suck my dick.  He fumbled around and tried to but it wasn't working
for me.  I pushed him off.

"Dude, as much as ya'll fuck around over there, why hasn't anyone
shown you how to suck a dick?"

The just looked stunned.

"Jeff, sit your ass down!"

I took my sock off and wiped the lotion and ass juice off his dick.
It was still hard.

"Watch me." I went up and down on his smaller dick.  I showed them how
to cover their teeth with their lips.  I had them taking turns on my
dick.  They were very eager to learn.  Soon enough, they were arguing
over how long the other was sucking on me.

"Guys, one of you suck me and the other fuck me...take turns."

>From that second on, I got the royal treatment.  While one of them was
banging me hard, the other was trying his best to get my entire cock
down his throat.  They looked so hot...taller and more toned than
before, still with the bright white tan lines from their summer
shorts.  Curt was the first to shoot his second load inside me.  He
moved around to suck me while Jeff hammered my hole.

"You want my cum?" I asked him as his cute face bobbed up and down.

"UH HUMM" he said with a mouth full of cock.

I grabbed his head and started fucking it hard.  He sucked
relentlessly until I shot my load.

"Keep sucking and swallow!" I ordered.  "You gotta breath through your
nose, dork!" I said.

I had one fantastic orgasm.  Jeff started moaning and shot a load in
my slutty ass.  I rolled up to the end of the bed and put the pillows
under my head.  I made him milk every last drop.  Next, I showed them
how good it feels to have the rest of the body tended to.  Soon, I had
them working my tits over, licking out my pits, feet, everything.

We fooled around taking turns with orally satisfying each other.
After I got hard again, they jacked me off and put my new tips to work
by each of them taking one of my pecs and nips and working them over.
When I shot my second load, they fought over who got to eat it.  I was
on cloud nine.  I only wished Dean had been there.

We all lay there naked and spent.  I smelled like their spit.  We'd
have stayed there longer and fallen asleep had I not looked up at the
clock.  Mom was due home at anytime.  I shooed them out and pretended
to just be napping when mom got home.  I had to disguise my stoned
stupor.  In the end, I did fall asleep and didn't wake up until nearly
7pm.

The next morning, we were awoken by construction equipment and trucks.
 I pulled on some shorts and walked to the barbed wire fence and saw
trucks and small bulldozers moving into the field.   I didn't have
time to check it out further, I had to shower for school.  After I was
dressed and ready, I went out to Dean's car to wait for him.  His
brother's walked out to wait for the bus and stopped to tell me Dean
was staying home sick.

"Is he really sick?" I asked.

"I don't know, he just yelled at us and said to get the fuck out of his room."

That struck a nerve with me.  Was he mad at for taking on his brothers
at my place the day before?  I walked on to the bus with them and took
the dreaded, long drive to school.  I made a mental note to ask Jim if
the car he was looking into for me was available for a test drive.  I
wasn't sure I wanted to ride to school with Dean anymore.

At lunch, I ate alone.  I wasn't in the mood to socialize.  I was
preoccupied with being snubbed by Dean so much.  It really got to me.
I analyzed past conversations over and over to understand what I had
done.  The day dragged on and I couldn't wait to get on the bus to get
home.  I kept staring at my phone indecisively wondering if I should
text him or not.  Was I smothering him?

Finally the bus came to the stretch of road a mile from my house.  I
was shocked to see a disturbing site.  The entire field behind our
houses was leveled...it was all exposed dirt.  A lot of the trees that
bordered the back of the field far from the road was bulldozed down.
As we neared the trailer park, we passed a new, huge sign posted.  It
read, "Rustic Oaks Estates-Lots For Sale".  The suburbs had invaded
our rural hideaway.  It was another sign of changes to come.

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