Date: Wed, 12 Dec 2012 00:58:00 -0600
From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Twisted Next Door Neighbors Pt 14 Revised

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Twisted Next Door Neighbors Pt 14

(fantasy/fiction only)

I didn't enjoy the Christmas holidays.  I spent them with my mom and
some of her family in Oklahoma.  My dad's place was going to be too
packed with people, so I didn't want to go there.  Mom wouldn't hear
of me staying home alone.  We spent Christmas with her cousins on a
boring farm.  All the folks were either mom's age or were small
children.  Dean and his family were gone, too.  Had I stayed home, he
wouldn't have been around anyway.  The unseasonably warm fall changed
abruptly and winter began with several days of freezing weather.

Just after New Year's Day, Jim told me about a great car that I should
check out.  He and I drove out to his coworker's house to look at it.
It was a great car to fix up and had a good engine.  It wasn't too
pretty to look at—well, not yet!  In the end, I bought it for $800.
As soon as I got it, I was ordering vintage and new parts for it on
Ebay.

As each new car part came in, I did the work myself to repair it.  Jim
came over and helped me on some weekends.  Sometimes Dean would hang
for a bit and then go back inside seemingly bored.  The twins came a
few times and helped in the cold, chilly air.  Within a few weeks, I
had the car inspected and registered.  The car ran well, but I think
the seller practically gave it away at that price because no one else
would buy with the exterior looking so bad.

The car brought new freedom and responsibility.  Mom dropped the
bombshell that I should start paying for my cell phone, gas, and
personal things after I had bought all my new car parts.  I know it
was her way of introducing me to the real world, but I didn't mind at
all.  I was proud to be able to buy my own stuff.  The new car kept me
busy, too.  Everyday after school, I'd finish my homework and then go
mess with the car until it got too dark to see.

On weekends, I worked as much as I could and then after work I'd still
fiddle around with engine.  I found a guy online that was selling
parts of the interior for my model and year.  Once that was installed,
the car looked great on the inside.  I'd installed a new CD player and
speakers, too.  However, the outside was still ugly.  The doors were
each a different color than the rest of the car.  The bumper needed to
be fixed in the back.  The whole car needed a new paint job.

Regarding work, Isaac, the man who hired me, had quit.  The man who
was hired to replace him was an asshole.  I never got directly bitched
at, but his attitude toward us all was ugly.  We all wanted to kick
his ass.  I stayed there because I needed the money.  Originally, I
loved the job, but just changing fluids, filters, and such was
becoming dull.  Some days I'd gone into work and was made to wash the
store front windows, clean ceiling vents, etc.  The new manager was
more worried about the appearance of the waiting room than the quality
of our work.  I wanted to work on the engines and more.  For the mean
time, I was stuck there.

After it got dark on the weekends, I'd go driving just to get out.
I'd tell my mom I was going to a friend's but I just cruised around
the countryside while jamming to my favorites tunes.  Dean's influence
made a mark on me, though.  Now and then, I'd pull over, get naked,
and go driving for an hour without a stitch on—socks, underwear, etc.
I'd drive without a stitch on.  It felt good to blast the heater
inside naked while it was really cold outside.  On the two lane roads,
no one could see inside as we passed...if they did, there was no time to
react for them to be sure what they saw.  I'd shoot my load, pull over
and dress, then head home.  There was usually dried up cum on my
rubber floor mat at any given time.

I kept wondering if a rift was forming between Dean and I.  When we
hung out, I was the one who initiated it.  I could usually coax him
into sex, but after it was over, he didn't say much.  I worried about
it often but I wouldn't ask him about it.  Although we had an
interesting time at the gay club on my birthday, we only went there
one other time together.  The third time I went, I was alone.  I was
hit on a few times.  I tried to dance but my heart wasn't in it.  I
ended up bored while sitting on the balcony watching the dance floor
below.

While sitting up there, though, another dude talked to me and told me
about another bar which eighteen year olds could still get into.  It
wasn't a dance club, but a neighborhood bar that catered to blue
collar types.  That piqued my interest.  I left the dance club and
drove to the other bar.  It definitely had my type of men.  Real
guys...everyday types.  I kept on my winter jacket to cover up my tight
muscle shirt that looked too fem for that place.  They were having an
amateur strip contest and I stayed to watch that only.  I liked the
atmosphere there so much better.  I drove home horny with the goal of
getting off right away once I got there.  Instead of bothering Dean, I
went into my house, got ready for bed, and jacked off watching a UFC
fight on TV with the sound off.

Because of Dean's indifference, I was feeling drawn to other guys to
fulfill my need for affection.  Some nights after mom thought I was
asleep, I would find guys online to chat with on the used laptop I
bought from a buddy at work.  It had a web cam built into it.  It was
interesting jacking off to guys from all over the world.  Soon after,
that got old.  I needed the real thing.

One Saturday evening in late January, mom went out with her gal pals
to Fort Worth.  She'd be gone until the wee hours.  It was too cold
and windy to work on my car that evening.  So, I ate some of mom's
stew and then went to bed after she left.  Soon after, I heard a knock
at my window.  I jumped up excitedly hoping to see Dean outside
looking for me, but it was Curt.  I then feared something was wrong
over there.

I slid open the window quickly.

"What's up dude?" I asked.

"Can I come in?" he said in a low voice.

"Yeah, meet me at the back door," I told him.

I grabbed the blanket around my body and walked to the back door.  I
was naked underneath.  He followed me into the bedroom and I turned
the bathroom light on.  He wasn't dressed for the outdoors.  He'd come
over in a worn out t-shirt and jeans.  He had on flip flops.

"Does anyone know you're over here?" I asked.

"No.  Dean's asleep, Jeff's spending the night at Charlie's (his
school friend), and Dad's out drinking with those guys he works with."

"So what's up?" I asked again.

He acted flustered.  His face flushed.

"Can you...show me...uh, how to kiss?"

"You don't know how?" I wondered.

"No."

"You all over there fuck around and you've never kissed any of them?"

"No."

"Didn't you kiss that girl at school?"

"Just on the lips.  Well, she tried to get all sloppy.  It was gross.
I wanna do it like you and Dean do."

"Why didn't you ask Dean?" I said sarcastically.

He just shrugged his shoulders.

I lay back on my bed and slid down under the covers.  I tossed the
blanket towards the end of the bed.

"Well get over here!" I said rolling my eyes.

I lay on my side.  He looked all excited and plopped down on the bed next to me.

"All it's about is sticking your tongue in the other person's mouth
and you doing it back."

He looked confused.

"Here, let me show you."

I rolled on top of him and the cool denim of his pants felt good on my
dick.  First, I kissed him on the lips.  I kissed him up and down his
neck.  He relaxed and fell limp on the pillow.   I put my lips right
on his and slid my tongue inside.  I flicked my tongue around stroking
the top of his and eventually he stuck his tongue out to meet mine.  I
soon sucked his tongue into my own mouth as he eventually got the hang
of it.  I felt his hands slide up my sides to my back.  Closing my
eyes, I put my weight on him and kissed deep and long.  Eventually, he
broke the kiss and was out of breath.

"Well?"  I asked.

"Oh wow, that's fucking hot!"

It dawned on me that he'd never been with anyone other than Dean or
Jeff and likely with no other guy outside of their home.  I thought it
was probably his first time with another guy alone.  He concentrated
on kissing me and his hands slowly explored my body.  He was being
unusually sensual.

As we continued to make out, I sensed something different about him.
Gone was the brat...gone was the quick "cum and go" attitude.  He was
more serious.  I liked the new "Curt".  I also liked being the
"teacher" of new things for him.   Hell, Dean and I had tried
practically everything by then.  Before that night, I'd noticed that
he and Jeff no longer had identical haircuts.  Jeff was growing his
out.

I pinned him down playfully and we were grinding our dicks together.
As I moved my hips up and down, my balls and dick swiped up and down
his own.

"What else do you wanna do?" I sexily asked him.

"Well," he looked away thinking, "I would like you to fuck me while
we're kissing like this."

"Has anyone fucked you besides Jeff?" I asked.

"No, but I want to know what a big dick feels like."

"What do you think your dad or Dean would think?"  I asked.

"Well they fucked before, so why can't me and you?"

I tensed up.

"Do you mean when Dean, your dad, and me all fucked while you
watched?"  I asked suspiciously.

"No, last week."

Why did that piss me off?  I knew the family was having sex.  I knew
Dean rode his dad's dick a few times before Jim fucked the two of us
together.  I even had sex with Jim behind Dean's back...so why was I
angry for Dean fucking Jim again alone?

"Did you see it all?" I asked.

"No, we just heard it.  The bed was going `bang, bang, bang'.  Dean
was moaning and groaning.  I wanna know what that kind of fuck is
like."

"Ask and you shall receive," I said with a deadpan voice.

"Turn over!"

He obliged and I got out my bottle of lube from it's hiding place.  I
didn't bother with lubing him up with my spit and tongue. I used my
fingers to prime him until I had a few inside.  He was already moaning
after the second finger slid in.  He was used to his twin only, so I
started off easy.  I slid the head in and he just moaned.  As I
eventually slid my entire dick in, his ass tightened hard around my
cock and I couldn't believe how wonderfully tight it was.  I was going
to have to pace it at first to avoid cumming fast.  I started with
slow fucking for about ten minutes.

Once he was used to it, I pulled out and flopped him on his back.  I
pushed his smaller legs up and lay on top pressing his knees to his
chest.  For a minute or so, I sucked on those perfect toes on either
side of my head.  Once done, I pushed my full weight on him and began
to fuck him good.  We kissed and my horniness quadrupled.  For a
minute I imagined he was Dean and I was giving him a revenge fuck for
messing around with Jim again without me.  I was mad that I wasn't
included.  "Well Dean," I thought, "See which one of us is fucking
your brother first!"

I gripped Curt even tighter in my arms and rammed my tongue into his
mouth.  He couldn't even moan out loud with my lips sucked tightly to
his own.  My tongue was going everywhere in his mouth.  I drank in the
drool from his mouth that he wasn't able to swallow.

When I knew I was about to shoot my load and couldn't hold back
anymore, I started jacking him fast.  As soon as I felt that warm, wet
jizz splashing all over, I let go and pummeled him.  I spurted and
spurted cum into his hole.  The orgasm lasted longer than any had in
quite a while.  After I was done, I collapsed next to him.  I was
drenched in sweat.  My dick slid out on its own and fell onto his hip.

Instead of getting up and hauling ass like he and Jeff always did
after any sex in the past, he surprised me by hugging me tightly.  He
stayed that way for a long time...I thought he wasn't going to let go.
Then he looked up at me with a love struck look.

"Oh shit, " I thought, "Is he going to be a cling-on now?"

"You better get back before you get in trouble, dude." I said.

"I wanna stay with you all night," he said with a goofy smile.

"Mom's due back any second!" I lied.

"Okay," he said disappointedly.

He dressed and left.  I felt sexually satisfied; however, I was lonely
again after he was gone. I wasn't lonely for him, but for Dean.

- - -

A few nights after my visit from Curt, I went to the house of my
coworker, Rob.  He was going to help me install some of the new
interior pieces in my car that I didn't have a tool for.  He had a
nice house on a few acres of land several miles from town.  We worked
inside a huge garage that he'd custom built.  While we worked, his
kids ran in and out of the garage.  The wind was howling outside and
it was after sundown.  By the time we finished, it was sleeting
outside.  His wife offered to let me stay in their guestroom.  I told
them that if I headed home right away, then I should get there before
the roads got bad.

As I drove down the road, the wind swayed my car.  I slowed down and
decided to take it easy.  Rain and sleet pelted my windshield.  I
underestimated the weather and sleet was piling up fast on the sides
of the road.  Halfway home, I passed a pickup on the side of the road
with a dude trying to change the tire.  His rear tire was blown out.
I felt really bad for him, it was shitty weather to have to do that
in.  A mile up the road I thought, "What the fuck," and turned back
around to see if that guy needed any help.

I turned into a gravel drive and backed out onto the road and drove
past the truck.  Then, I turned around again so I could park directly
behind him.  The guy was still under the truck getting soaked.  It
looked like he was having trouble releasing his spare tire from
underneath.  I got out and left my car running with the lights on him.
 I had a hoodie on under my coat and pulled it up over my head.  I
zipped my jacked up over my neck and chin.

"You need help bud?" I yelled over the wind.

"Yeah man, this fucking tire is stuck!" he yelled back.

"Let me try!" I said.

He had on a ski cap that had another piece attached with Velcro that
covered his neck and chin.  He seemed to be my age or a little older.
The exposed portions of his face were covered with a beard.  He looked
safe--just a regular college age type of guy.  He had on heavy coat
but it didn't look waterproof.

I got on my knees and fucked with the rod to lower the tired down from
where it was stored.  I figured the guy just didn't know how to do it.
 He had the tools needed laying out on the shoulder of the road
already.  Between the two of us, it took about fifteen to twenty
minutes to change the tire.  I told him to go start the engine and let
it warm up while I put his tools in the back of his truck.  We were
soaking wet and the temperature was dropping.

I heard some clicking and then he ran back out.

"Now it won't fucking start! I can't believe this!" he screamed.

"Can you call a ride?" I said.

"My phone is dead!"

He kicked the truck really hard and yelled again.

"Fuck!"

"Let me drive you home!" I yelled.  "Get in the car!"

I got inside the warm car and unlocked his door.  He jumped in quickly.

"God damn my luck today!" he said.  "You're a lifesaver!"

"Where do you live?" I asked.

"Drive into the next town and hit Main Street...right next to the bank,
I live in the shit hole Motel beside it."

He still had on his ski cap when he got in and didn't take it off
until we'd drive a few miles.  He had, though, pulled the cloth piece
down past his chin.  I noticed he looked familiar from his bearded
profile.  Then he turned to face me and held out his hand to shake it.

"Thanks man...I'm Jason."

My foot slammed down on the brake pedal and we nearly went flying into
a ditch.  As the car screeched to a halt it fishtailed.  I uncovered
my head and looked directly at him.

"It's YOU!" I shouted.

"Oh fuck!" he moaned.  "I guess the day could get worse."

He realized who I was after my head was uncovered.  His face looked
very gaunt compared to when I had beaten him senseless after he tried
to attack Dean.

"I should kick your ass right out!" I said, teeth clenched.

"Dude! I am so sorry about what I did...I am so sorry."

He put his hands over his face and shook his head as if not believing
his situation.

"Man, I barely remember what I did to your friend.  I was so fucked up
on drugs!"

My fist clenched but I tried breathing in, breathing out.  My face
felt hot in the cool car.  What were the chances of finding him and
helping him.  Had I known it was him, I wouldn't have stopped.  Well,
I might have called 911 to report him, but I wouldn't have changed the
tired or let him in.  How did I not recognize him sooner?

"Just chill man, please just drive me home and I'll make it back to my
truck tomorrow."

I just stared ahead.  The windshield wipers kept sweeping back and
forth at a fast speed while wind shook the car.

"After I got arrested, my parents kicked me out.  It was the last
straw.  They will barely speak to me now dude!  I have truly hit rock
bottom!  Remember, you did get me back pretty damn good."

My heart was racing.  I tried to reason with myself...I couldn't dump
him out there in the middle of the woods with no phone.  I took the
car out of park and started to drive away.

I head him sigh with relief.  No one said a word as we drove the next
several miles and finally entered the town.  I couldn't shake my chill
even though the heater was blaring.  It had apparently been raining
longer in town than where Rob lived and the streets were icy.  I came
to a red light and the car slid a little to the right when I stopped.
I had never driven in icy weather and wasn't doing a good job.  As we
approached the bank, he finally spoke.

"I really appreciate this man.  I can't tell you how sorry I am about
what happened.  There are other stupid things I did back then.  Some I
have been told about and don't remember."

He was bundling up to get out.   I had to piss like crazy and was
looking around for any place that was still open.   When I accelerated
from the red light, we slid again.  I turned into the motel parking
lot and the seedy pink and green neon light of the motel sign
illuminated his face with a sickly pallor.

"Do you have far to drive, dude?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"You should come inside and warm up."

"I need to take a piss," I said.

"Ok, cool, come on inside."

He pointed to his door and I pulled into the parking space in front of
it.  We got out and were blasted with blowing sleet.  I nearly fell on
my ass from the slick pavement as we walked up to the door.  The
sidewalk was freezing fast.  I dreaded the drive back.

He unlocked the door and I followed him in.  The room stank of
cigarettes and was musty.  The décor was really old.  Under the smell
of cigarettes, I could smell a cheap deodorizer coming from the
bathroom.  He pulled off all his weather gear and was wearing a
uniform with "Speedy Plumbing" written on the back.  He pulled off his
gloves and took the ski cap off completely.

He'd lost a lot of weight since I'd beat him up.  There was a slight
scar on the side of his face where I had pounded my fist.  He was
bigger than me before--now he was slimmer.  His face looked tired with
bags under his eyes...exposed cheekbones, etc.  His hair had a trendy
cut when we fought, but was now scraggy and hung past his ears.  He
had grown a beard, but it was trimmed.  Despite his drastically
changed appearance, he was still really hot.

He pulled off the uniform shirt along with a white undershirt to
display his hairy upper body.  I couldn't stop staring.

"Here, why don't you put this on, it's the last clean one.  You must
be soaked like me."

He handed me a dry t-shirt.  It was logical to put on something dry...I
was freezing.

"Yeah, okay," I mumbled.

"You in college now?" he asked.

"No, I'm a senior still."

"Oh, I though we were the same age before.  I graduated last year," he said.

There was an awkward silence for a bit.

"If you wanna stay the night instead of getting back out there in that
mess, it's cool.  I'll lay on that couch.  I owe you big man."

"I gotta get home," I said. "I gotta piss though."

"Oh yeah, go ahead!"

He pointed to the small bathroom.  I didn't turn on the light, I just
whipped it out and drained.  I looked into the bathroom mirror and
watched him undress by the bed.  He pulled off his pants and socks.
He didn't have underwear on so I saw his bare ass.  Then he pulled off
his shirt.  His body was white with no tan lines.  His legs and ass
were hairy like his upper body.  He grabbed a thin green robe and put
it on.  He turned around and sat on the bed while staring in space.
The expression on his face was that of a tortured soul.

"Yeah, I'll stay to get out of that cold shit out there." I said from
inside the bathroom.

I stepped all the way out still holding the dry shirt in my hand.  I
pulled off my shirt and slid on the dry one.  I watched his eyes perk
up as my chest was briefly exposed.

"You got some dry shorts?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, let me find a pair that's not rank."

He dug in a back pack and found a pair of gray baggy cotton shorts.
Not being modest, I stripped my shoes, socks, and pants off in front
of him and pulled on the shorts.  He didn't look away.    He looked
like he hadn't slept well in days.

I pulled my cell out of my pocket and dialed my mom.   I told her that
I as staying at Rob's because the weather was too bad.  She bitched
and said that she told me it was gonna be bad out but I didn't listen
to her.  At the end of the conversation, she mellowed and told me to
get some rest and that she loved me.

"Mothers!" I sighed as I got off the phone a little embarrassed.

"You're lucky yours is still talking to you," he said with a cynical
laugh.  "I got a little fridge over there if you're hungry.  There's
some sandwich meat but no bread.  I got a Pepsi in there, too."

"No, I'm cool," I said.

I was actually hungry but I didn't want to eat the dude's only food.

"Well I am beat, man.  I'm gonna take a quick hot shower to warm up.
Feel free to watch TV, but I'm gonna hit the couch after I shower.
I've been up since 4:30am."

I pulled back the covers and plopped on his bed.  I heard him start
the shower.  He'd shut the door so I couldn't watch him.  I stuck my
hand in the shorts I was wearing and lightly fondled my dick.  I
hadn't noticed the water being turned off.  Suddenly the door opened
and he was already dressed.  He stepped out and grabbed a hair dryer.
I watched him dry his hair and started to get horny again.  He turned
off the dryer and turned out the bathroom light.

He went to the window and turned the heater unit on high, but the room
was still a little drafty.  He rolled onto the couched and curled up.
He pulled the small robe over his upper body with his legs exposed.  I
moved the covers and slid down into the bed.  I could tell he was
still chilled.

"Dude, get over here.  You're gonna freeze over there.  This is a huge bed."

"Okay, man."

He got up and cautiously walked to the bed.  He moved under the covers
on the opposite side of the bed.  He lay back against the pillow and
put his hands behind his head with his elbows outward.  The small lamp
on the bedside table was the only light turned on.   His armpit hair
puffed out under each arm.

"You've lost a lot of weight."

That was all I could find to say.

"Yeah, I had gained a lot of weight to play football.  Stress, rehab,
being shit-broke...it can take a toll on you."

He started to tell me a list of the drugs he used before.  He said he
used to take his pay from the feed store and buy drugs from a guy in
Dallas.  After his small salary wasn't enough to pay for his habit, he
started taking money from around the house...later he pawned some of his
parents' things.

"Crystal meth was my favorite.  That's what did me in.  A mix of that
and other shit is what I was on when I messed with your friend.  I
sometimes hallucinated."

He paused.

"Are you two still together?"

I replied, "I don't know anymore, man."

He yawned and said, "I've never been with a guy yet unless I blacked
out and don't remember it.  I hope I didn't repeat what I tried with
your friend on anyone.  I'd been so paranoid about anyone finding out
that I'm into dudes.  I still can't believe I jumped him.  I wasn't
even thinking straight, pardon the pun."

"It's so easy to hook up with another guy these days online.  You
could have found one fast that way.  You could have gone to a gay
bar—guys would have been all over you." I said while staring up at the
ceiling.  I wondered if I'd said too much in that last sentence.

He didn't reply.  I just heard a dismal sigh instead.

"You're into guys and chicks or just guys?" I asked.

He laughed again.  "Oh, I've fucked some bitches, alright.  While
being a star player on my football team, there was no lack of tail to
be had.  But whenever I fucked any gal, I was thinking of how my
teammates looked in the locker room instead of her.  I had to think of
dicks and balls to shoot my load.  It was a sham."

I kept listening.

"I bet you have quite a few girls after you.  You're a hot man." he said.

When he referred to me as a "man", it made me feel good.

"I've never fucked a girl." I admitted.  "I have no desire to."

"I don't want to bother with that ever again.  I really need to just
be myself and not worry about what anyone thinks.  Well, that's what
my drug counselor says," he said.

"Well, that should be easier with you already being out of high
school.  You don't have all those fuckers to worry about what they'd
say.  I guess I was a little paranoid before...but after it got around
that I beat the shit out of you that seemed to lock in my "straight"
status.  You don't have to worry about high school bullshit anymore,"
I said.

I turned my head toward him.  The scant light cast made the ends of
his beard glisten.

"Well, things should be easier now, but I get really lonely.  I don't
know how to meet other guys."

Impulsively, I moved my right hand up from the covers and stroked his
shaggy hair.  It felt soft and clean.  I ran my fingers through it
several times after he'd stopped talking.

"I don't know why you're doing that...but I like it," he said softly.

My dick was rock hard from the simple touch of his hair.  I rolled
over onto my stomach and laid my right arm around his chest.  My head
rested on his right shoulder.  I felt his head move and he inhaled as
his nose brushed my hair.  I moved my hand down and slid it under his
shirt.

"Oh man, this is nice," he said.

He was turned on by my simple embrace.  We lay like that for a while
and he reached his left hand out and turned the lamp off.  The
curtains in the room were closed, but all around them the bright, pink
light from the neon signs outside lit the room just enough for me to
see him smiling, eyes closed.  I stroked his pecs and nips.  He moaned
after I made the most simple touches.  I hadn't played with a guy so
hairy before.  The fur on his chest felt good to my rough hands.  I
liked the contrast from his smooth nips to the hair surrounding them.
The hair on his body was much like Jim's.  I wondered why he should be
overwhelmed by the simplest touching.  I thought about him recalling
his passionless sex with females.  Maybe right then I was the first
guy to ever give him affection.

I sat up and pulled off my shirt.  I slid on top of him and we began
kissing.  We made out for a very long time.  We groped each other's
dicks, but no one pulled theirs out yet.  His appetite for simple body
contact was voracious—his hands roamed everywhere.  He just drank it
all in.  I pulled his shirt up as far as it would go--hinting for him
to get rid of it.

"Take it all off!" I ordered.

He tossed his shirt somewhere onto the floor.  We lifted our legs to
remove our shorts.  Soon enough, his warm naked body and mine were
pressed together.  We rolled around kissing, making our own body heat
without any need for the crappy heater by the window.

I told him to lie on his stomach.  I got on top of him and kissed down
the back of his neck, down his back, and finally reached his tail
bone.  He totally wasn't expecting what came next.  I licked a long
wet lick down his hairy crack.

"What the fuck?" he said, almost getting up.

"You don't like it?" I asked calmly.

"It feels great.  I never thought of doing that.  Are you okay with it?"

He had no idea!  I just kept on licking around his hold and down to
his taint.  He kept moaning and sighing.  After a few minutes of that,
I told him to roll over.  Once he was on his back again, I slid down
under the covers and found his dick.  It was average size but uncut.
I sucked on the long foreskin before I rolled it back to suck the
head.  He moaned really loud like I had bit his dick and flinched.
The simplest oral contact made him squirm.  I began to wonder if this
was his first blow job from anyone.  I easily engulfed his whole dick
down my throated and my head bobbed and bobbed up and down.

In less time than one of the twins' typical orgasms, Jason was soon
shooting in my mouth.  But, that load was no little load, it was a
gusher! I was swallowing but I still had a mouthful of jizz when he
was done.  I held on to his dick after his orgasm was over and
continued to lightly suck.  I wanted every last drop.  He squirmed
when I kept on sucking, but didn't tell me to stop.

Eventually, I was done...he was done for.  I pulled my head out from
under the covers.  He grabbed me in a huge bear hug and rolled me on
my back and kissed me intensely.  After that intense tongue duel, we
pulled apart—both of us out of breath.

"Oh man, that was a fuckin' good blow job!"

He was glued to my side the rest of the night.  I slept so sound that
I didn't wake up until his wake up call came from the motel's office.
I jumped in a panic having forgotten where I was. He got up and
answered the phone to stop the automated wake up call.  The room was
nice and warm compared to our arrival the night before.  I didn't want
to get out of bed.

"You wanna go grab some breakfast before we go back to your truck?" I
asked groggily.

"Sure man, I'm famished."

Our clothes had been set out on a chair in front of the heater and for
the most part were dry.  I put on my socks and pants thinking about
the night before.  Instead of feeling really guilty, I was feeling
satisfied.  I should have felt like shit for cheating—or was there
anything to cheat on?  The last few months didn't feel like any kind
of relationship with Dean.  It served him right to ignore me.  Jason,
it seemed, was human after all.

After we were both dressed and in our winter gear, we walked out to my
car and I started it to warm it up.  There was ice on the windows but
it was melting like all the ice on the ground and trees around us.  We
had actually slept much later than I thought.  I texted my mom that I
would be leaving for home after the ice melted.  She texted back to
take my time and that the schools were closed for bad weather.  I
hadn't even worried about going to school.  After the car was warmed
up, we drove to Denny's and had a big breakfast.  We didn't say
anything after we got there except to the waitress to order our food.
I wondered if Dean noticed my car was gone for the entire night.  Did
he even give a fuck?

"I don't know if I should see you again." I said aloud.

The waitress brought our plates.  He didn't reply until he'd eaten
half a stack of pancakes.

"I understand," he said. He ate the rest of his food. "You know, that
was first solid night of sleep I've had in months.  I slept like a
baby."

We finished eating in silence.  After the waitress brought our ticket,
I got up to go pay for it.  He stayed at the table finishing his
coffee.  I waited for him by the door.  He got the hint and got up to
follow me out.  We drove slowly to where his truck was parked.  I
wondered if his truck only needed a jump start.  I carefully turned
around in one of the gravel roads past his truck and drove back to
park head on with it.  We hooked up the jumper cables and I started
mine.  Soon after, he started his truck.  After a few sputters, it
came to life.  He looked so relieved.

"Now get to town and get that tire fixed ASAP," I said.

"Yes sir!" he said and saluted me like a soldier, laughing.

I broke down and smiled back.

"You need to go into the city and hang at the gay bars.  If you don't
like dancing you can go to the one I went to."

I told him the name and location of the bar.

"Okay dude.  And thanks again!"

He reached out of his window to shake my hand.  I shook it with a
strong, sincere shake.  He drove off with the same vulnerable look on
his face that he had when he found out who I was the night before.  I
got back in my car and watched him drive on down the road.  I waited a
bit before I drove off.  I turned on the CD player and the CD changer
clicked.  One of Dean's favorite's came on and my stomach tightened.
I turned it off and drove home in silence.

- - -

January and February had turned out to be our coldest winter on
record.  As Spring Break vacation approached in March, we welcomed
warmer weather.  It was warmer than the previous months, but windy as
fuck.  I had no plans for Spring Break but to work.  I really wanted
to just stay home and work on my car, but I needed the money to buy
gas and more parts.

The Friday evening that school let out for Spring Break, mom and I
were talking about my job over dinner.  I was bitching about my new
manager again.

"Honey, there's a lady I want you to go see."

I thought she was telling me to go see a counselor or some shit.  I
was wondering what I had done this time.  Hopefully, it wasn't to
speak with someone about being gay or about my anger issues.

"Let me get her card out of my purse.  She was a patient for several
weeks.  She's got a wonderful personality.  I told her about you."

She walked off to grab her purse.  I was rolling my eyes in dread.
She stood behind me and placed the business card on the table.  It
read "DS Auto Repair" and "Deborah Stevens, owner".

I told her about your love for working on cars.  She wants you to go see her.

"What?" I asked dumbly.

"She might give you a job, honey.  It doesn't hurt to check it out.
That way you could leave Jiffy Lube."

My mood turned from dread to interest.  I picked up the card and stood
up to put it in my wallet.

"Thanks mom!"

She patted me on the shoulder and walked to the living room to watch
TV.  I rinsed my dishes and put them in the dishwasher.  I went to my
room and stared at the business card.  It wasn't quite six o'clock, so
I called the number on the car.  Maybe they were still open.

"DS Auto, " a female with a thick country accent answered.

"May I speak to Ms. Stevens, please?" I said.

"This is her."

"My name is Dave.  My mother was recently one of the nurses when you
were in the hospital."

"Oh, is this the mechanic boy?" she said cheerfully.

"Yes ma'am," I replied.

"We're about to close for the day, but come on in at ten o'clock
tomorrow morning.  Don't wear anything fancy!" she laughed.

"Yes ma'am," I said.  "I'll see you then."

"Have a good one!" she said jovially and hung up.

It was hard for me to go to sleep that night.  More than being
nervous, I was excited.  I tried to mentally prepare myself for a job
interview.  I thought of the questions I might be asked like when I
was hired at Jiffy Lube.  Thinking about it was kind of stressing me
out, so I got out my laptop and turned it on.  I looked over
discussions on many car forums on the internet to clean my head.  It
did the trick.  I was soon having trouble keeping my eyes open.

I slept well, but it felt like the alarm clock came on too soon.  I
wanted to sleep longer, but it was an hour before I had to be at the
garage to talk to that lady.  I got up and did several push-ups and
crunches after some stretching.  It helped to wake me up and relax me.
 I ate a bowl of Cheerios and got dressed.  She said not to wear
anything fancy, but I didn't want to look like a slob.   So, I pulled
on a simple long sleeved plaid shirt and my jeans.  I wore my Doc
Marten boots.  I made sure my hair was brushed just right and shaved
around my thin goatee.  I even sprayed on a little cologne.

I arrived at her auto garage five minutes early.  I had seen the
building before but never paid a lot of attention to the side of it
that faced the main road in town.  It appeared to be an old building
that had been converted to a garage with five car bays.  Two of them
had hydraulic lifts.  The back of the lot was fenced in and full of
cars.  At least she had a steady business, it seemed.  I nervously
swallowed and checked my hair again in the rear view mirror before
getting out.

As I walked inside, the air smelled of disinfectant and coffee.  The
waiting room was simple with a TV playing and lots of magazines.
There was a guy at the counter talking on the phone quoting some
prices.  He acknowledged me by waving and smiling.  I sat down to wait
for him to get off the phone.  The door behind him blasted open and a
short lady burst into the room.

"Dave?" she said loud and startled me.

"Nice to meet you...just call me Debbie from here on. Come on into my office!"

I got up and followed her to a small office that had a window
overlooking the garage interior.  She was a total dyke stereotype, I
thought.  She was about my mom's age, had short graying hair, wore
glasses, and was loud.  She wore work pants and a gray uniform shirt
that had her name on it and DS Auto Repair on the other side.
Needless to say, I was already more comfortable.  I immediately got
good vibes from her.

Instead of a typical interview, she just started talking about the car
they were working on that was giving them a lot of problems.  She told
me what they did to try to fix it, but the solution kept alluding
them.  She asked me if I wanted some coffee, I told her I'd just
eaten.

"Well, why don't we just go out there and look at it together!  There
are some extra coveralls that you can put on over your clothes in the
closet out there."

So, five minutes later, I had slipped on the coveralls over my own
clothes in the bathroom.  I met her in the garage.  She and I looked
over the old Chevy Nova that was giving her grief.  She told me what
her mechanics had looked at so far.  It was her first time to come out
and check it herself.  She and I looked over the engine and she tried
making several adjustments.  She told me to go start the car.  After
it didn't start, she made another adjustment and told me to start it
up. I turned the ignition and it started immediately.

She told me to turn off the engine and we cleaned our hands with some
"goop" and wiped them off on a towel.

"You see, Dave, I let my mechanics try their best on their own.  I
don't interfere.  I love getting my hands dirty but I gotta manage the
place, you see.  I let them wait until they can't figure it out to
come to me, but they know I am always there."

She just smiled and stared at me for a second.

"When can you start?"

I was taken aback and surprised.

"Well, I should probably give notice at Jiffy Lube."

"Of course, that's the professional thing to do.  How about you come
back here the Saturday after next!"

"Yes ma'am!" I said with a big smile on my face.

"I like your personality, Dave.  I had you come out here in the garage
to watch you interact, see how comfortable you are in the garage.
You're easy to talk with, and communication is essential.  And hell,
and after your mama told me you worked for Jiffy Lube, I called Isaac
Brown.  Isaac used to work right here in my garage!  I just called him
up and he told me you were the best guy he had when he worked there!"

I was glowing with pride.

"So, you go enjoy the rest of your school break and get ready to work
in a real auto garage!  And come over here..."

She pulled some worn out old books and manuals from a shelf.

"Do your best to look through these.  They're old as hell, but the
engine basics are there.  Bring'em back when you return."

"Yes ma'am!  I'll see you in two weeks."

I got in my car and yelled a loud "yahoo!".

- - -

It was such a relief to know I was going to start work soon in a
couple of weeks as a mechanic's assistant.  I came back home and
looked for my last joint.  However, I then remembered it was already
smoked.  I really needed a good buzz to celebrate.  I knew one place
where I could find something.  I jumped out the back door and walked
past Dean's.  Neither Dean nor his car was anywhere to be seen.  I had
only seen him in the halls at school--we hadn't talked, emailed, or
texted in a while.

I made my way through the woods to our "sex tent".  I was shocked to
find it completely gone.  I dug around in the leaves and brush and
found a hollow spot where the container of drugs used to be.  I was
puzzled.  I walked back through the woods trying to keep the rush I
had earlier from the news of the new job.  When I passed Dean's
trailer again, I got a little angry.

Jeff was outside working on his bicycle.

"What's up?" he said.

"Just hiking in the woods," I lied. "What are you up to?"

"I'm gonna go riding in a few.  It's nice and quiet here with them gone."

"Oh yeah?" I asked.

"Yeah, Dean and Curt went camping with our cousins in Louisiana.
They're going to do some bayou hunting.  I told Dean he better watch
his ass from those hillbilly fucks!"

He sang the banjo part from the movie "Deliverance".  We both laughed.

So, that must be where the tent went to.  I wondered where Dean moved
the drugs to.

"You wanna take Curt's bike and join me?  That's if you can keep up!" he teased.

"Sure!"

I was always up for something athletic.  I went home and changed into
some spandex shorts and a tank top.  I sprayed sunscreen all over my
neck and arms.  I grabbed my sunglasses and headed out.  When I joined
Jeff, he was outside in front of my door with both bikes.  He handed
me an extra helmet.  We walked to the main road over bumpy rocks. Once
off the gravel, we hopped on and took off.  We drove a ten mile loop
to the edge of town and back.  The distance was very easy, but keeping
up with Jeff was a workout.  He was fast!

As I pedaled behind him, I watched how his hair blew in the wind.  It
was way longer than his twin's now.  Once his hair had grown out, it
turned wavy.  He looked really hot.  His skin was still tanned from
the summer...he looked nothing like the brat that I first met.  He was
wearing one of Dean's old t-shirts with the sleeves cut out.  When the
wind blew at his back, the fabric lifted up and you could see his ass
crack showing at the top of his bike shorts.  My dick stirred and I
stayed distracted until we reached our turnaround point and headed
back.

Going back in the opposite direction, the wind was now against us.  I
had to work even harder to stay up with him.  Being very competitive,
I wasn't going to let him get the best of me.  Soon, I was pedaling
right beside him and we stayed in tandem until arriving back at my
place.  Mom was at work, so no one was home.  We were both sweaty and
out of breath.

"Come on inside, I've got lots of Gatorade!" I told him.

As we walked inside, I pulled off my shirt and tossed it on the couch.
 I went to the fridge and got out two bottles of Gatorade for us.  I
plopped down on the couch exhausted.  He did the same next to me.  Our
legs were touching.  The slightest body contact always set me off with
anyone.  My dick started tenting in my spandex and I did nothing to
hide it.

In response, Jeff grabbed it and started rubbing it.

"Your so hot, dude," he said.

He stood up and then sat on my lap sideways.  He seemed fascinated
with my chest and was feeling me up.  His hot little ass sat right on
my pole, squishing it to the left against my leg in the spandex.

"I want this body!" he said.

"You gotta work out all the time, man!" I said.

Then I started talking about my workouts and what it takes to get the
chest that big and he put his hand over my mouth.

"No, I want to jump it I meant.  You're perfect."

He kissed me on the lips.  He did it again.  I got the impression that
he thought that he was somehow seducing me.  I wanted to kiss him, but
I could tell that he didn't know how to do it any better than Curt
before I showed him.

"When we kiss, let my tongue inside, then you do it back to me." I
said.  "Like this..."

He put his lips on mine and I slid my long tongue inside and did my
thing.  He understood quickly and repeated it back to me.  Once he
started, it was hard stopping him.  I tried to pull away, but he was
all into it.

"Dude, I gotta take a piss!" I said.  "Let's go hit the shower."

He followed me to my bedroom like a little puppy and we stripped.  I
took a whiz while he watched me.  His dick was straight up against his
belly.  I shook my dick and pulled the shower curtain aside to turn on
the water.

"Come on!" I said.

He followed me into the shower where we continued making out.  We had
fun soaping each other up.  I felt a pang of sadness at one point
remembering some of my hot showers with Dean.  I cleared my mind and
focused just on his little brother.  Once all the sweat and grime was
washed off our bodies, I turned off the water and we dried each other
off.

I pulled him to the bed and we plopped on top of my unmade bed.  He
began playing "footsies" by rubbing his against mine.

"You've got nice feet!" he said.

"You wanna rub'em for me?" I asked with one eyebrow raised.

"Hell yeah!" he answered.

He seemed to have a foot fetish like Dean.  Good for me.  I clicked
the remote on and turned the channel to one of the March Madness
basketball games.  Lying on my belly with my head at the end of the
bed, I lift my legs from the knees in the air with my feet facing up.
He moved to the headboard by my feet and started massaging them.  It
felt so fucking good, especially after that grueling bike ride.  Soon,
he was sucking my toes and working them over with his mouth and teeth.
 He was able to get all five toes of one foot in his mouth at one
time.  I would have been content to sit there for hours letting him
doing that.  While one foot had his mouth's attention, the other
rested on his shoulder.  He alternated back forth, working them over.

Eventually, he let my legs fall to either side of him.  I was still on
my belly and he was sitting between my legs.  I soon felt him lie down
over me.  He kissed my neck and sniffed in my hair.  It was still damp
from our shower.  His kisses gave me chills.  He stopped abruptly.

"Dave, can I eat your ass?"

I was surprised that he asked, but then again, he was acting much
differently with just the two of us alone than he had before.

"Go for it bud!"

It looked like I was getting the spa treatment...feet serviced and ass rimmed.

At first, he was a little unsure of himself.  He pulled apart my
cheeks and sniffed around.  He poked and probed with a finger or two.
Finally, I felt small licks around my hole.  My team scored and I
shouted out...which scared him at first, then he went back to eating.
The small licks turned into long licks up and down my ass crack.  He
licked around my taint and ball sac before moving back up to my hole.
I decided to give him some tips.

"Feel free to make out with my hole.  You can stick your tongue up it.
Go for it!"

He started sucking on my pucker like it was a straw.  Soon, his tongue
slid inside.  He wrapped each arm around my butt cheeks and pressed
his face in deep.  He began to voraciously eat my hole.  I was worried
that he wasn't taking any breaths.

"You having a good time back there?" I asked.

He mumbled something into my crack.  I put my head down and stopped
watching the game.  I let him eat me out good until I knew for sure my
ass was loose and open.

"Why don't you stick your dick up in there?"

"Oh yeah dude!" he said excitedly.

I didn't move, I just lay there and let him ride me.   He seemed to
have learned from the last time that I had his twin brother and in my
bedroom together.  He fucked me good and slow.  I felt him stop now
and then, I assumed it was to prolong the experience and to edge his
orgasm.  I just lay on the bed enjoying the body contact.  He somehow
managed to fuck me for thirty minutes before shooting his teen load up
my hole.  I was impressed with his will power.  When he started
cumming, he sounded like he was crying, but was just moaning kind of
silly like.  After he was done, he collapsed on me.  His skinny frame
lay on top of me with his cheek against mine.  I could smell the Dial
soap on his face.  He gave me a tight hug and sighed.

He lay there holding me tight but for longer than what was physically
comfortable.  I rolled my eyes thinking, "here's another one that's
clinging on after his first time with another guy."  I gently pulled
away so that we were lying side by side.  Soon after his death grip
loosened, I heard him snoring.  I nudged him in the ribs with my elbow
and he opened his eyes.

"We can't fall asleep here.  My mom will be home in a couple of
hours." I told him.

He kissed my ear and said, "Let's go to my house.  I'll change the sheets!"

The offer of spending the day in bed with him was hot, but I didn't
want to be reminded of Dean over there.  I didn't know what Jim would
say, either, if he found the two of us in bed.

"Maybe we can hang tomorrow," I said.

He started kissing me again but I gently pulled him away.

"Down boy!" I joked.  He laughed.

He pulled on his shorts but still had a boner.  I heard him noisily
jump out the back door and walk in the gravel toward the bikes.  I lay
there listening to the sounds of him coming back for the other bike
and walking it in the gravel to his storage shed.  After having my
feet and ass serviced, then fucked, I still had not cum.  I got up and
dug out my dildo.  I went to my bedroom door and locked it.

There was no need to grease it up, my ass was well lubricated with
teen jizz. I pushed it all the way in as far as it would go and lay on
my bed.  I spit on my hand and started jacking off.  I thought of
Dean.  I thought of Jason.  Before I knew it, I was imagining being
fucked by both of them...being traded back and forth.  I started
shooting cum all over.  I rubbed my cum all over my pecs and nips.  I
pulled up my covers and left the dildo in my hole.  I stretched out
one arm over my head to pull the curtain shut. The room was dark and
cool.

I drifted off to sleep and didn't wake up until I heard mom come home.
 While sleeping, the dildo had somehow pushed out of my hole and into
the sheets.  After getting up and showering, I placed the dildo back
in its hiding place.  I didn't go out and visit with mom.  Instead, I
turned on my laptop and pulled up the photo of Dean and I dressed like
each other.  I just sighed and felt depressed again.

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