Date: Sun, 23 Dec 2012 08:58:19 -0600
From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Twisted Next Door Neighbors Pt 15

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Twisted Next Door Neighbors Pt 15

On the first Sunday of the Spring Break week, I slept until noon.
Dean had not returned from his camping trip. After I had given my two
weeks notice at Jiffy lube, my asshole boss scheduled me to work for
only one day—Wednesday!  Due to the new atmosphere at work, I was glad
to have several days to relax or just work on my car instead of being
in that place.

Originally, I got out of bed only because I had to piss.  Once out of
bed, I just stayed up.  The house was a little chilly because the
windows had been left open all night.  Had it been warmer, I would
have remained naked after getting out of bed.  I slipped on my jeans
and a hoodie.  Before I put any socks on, I heard country music
playing outside and then a whirring noise.  I walked to the window
over the kitchen sink and saw Jim cleaning out his truck.  On impulse,
I decided to go outside and ask him about Dean.  I slipped on my
tennis shoes and walked out to greet him.

His truck was backed into the parking place with both huge doors open.
 He was on the passenger side using a vacuum cleaner that was attached
to a long orange extension cord.  He saw me and turned it off.

"Where's everybody at?"

Grinning, he answered, "Well two of them are camping, and the other
spent the night with friends.  It's ungodly peaceful over here.  I
know it won't last."

I just smiled.

"Why haven't you been over here much lately?" he asked.

"You'll need to ask Dean." I said flatly.

He sighed and wiped the grease from his hands onto a towel.

"I don't know what goes on that boy's head.  He's kept himself locked
in that room and only comes out to eat...and then he doesn't eat that
much.  He's such a moody little fucker.  The only interaction I had
with recently was when he woke me up from a deep sleep and wanted me
to fuck him.  Did y'all have a big fight about that or what?"

I answered, "He's just stopped talking to me.  I heard about you and
him fucking from his brother."

I just looked at the ground and stared at my shoes.

I continued, "I don't care if you fuck him really.  I'm jealous that I
wasn't included."

"He let me fuck'em Dave, but he wasn't `into me'.  It was like he was
thinking of someone or something else."

It was typical of their family to discuss sex among themselves so
nonchalantly.  After Jim spoke of it, I was less upset about it.  He
raised one eyebrow as he closed the door of the truck.

"It's a shame.  If I had a boyfriend like you..."

He didn't finish the sentence and was staring down at my crotch.  The
topic of him fucking Dean caused my dick to tent in my pants already.

"You little horn dog!" he laughed looking down at my crotch.

In the past, I would have been embarrassed.  I hadn't realized my
erection was showing until he pointed it out.  Having been made bolder
about sex in risky places, I impulsively started to unzip my jeans.
My back was to his trailer and I was blocked from the other neighbors
by the truck, but the field behind us was full of construction
workers.

"Hold off stud, follow me."

He walked to his storage shed and pulled the two sliding doors apart.
There was a small workbench in there.  He patted on top of the low
workbench and I hopped backwards up onto it.  I pulled my dick all the
way out and he bent over to give me head. He was a really good
cocksucker.  He worked me over good and deep-throated me with ease.  I
pulled off his cap and ran my fingers through his dirty hair.  The
suction of his mouth was really tight on my cock.

As I was getting close to cumming, he backed off and grabbed the sides
of my sweatshirt and pulled it up.  I lifted my arms to let him take
it all the way off.  The slight chill of the outdoor breeze whooshed
in and my nipples reacted.  He pulled off my shoes.  I wiggled my toes
as they became free.

"Get those pants off!"

I hopped down to the concrete floor and pulled my pants off.  Its
surface was cold.  He turned me around and pushed me over the work
bench. Squatting, he began to eat my ass deeply.  I knew what was
coming soon and I welcomed it.  I loved being plowed by his fat pole.
He ate my hole like an expert, getting it really wet and loose.  He
jabbed his middle finger inside after generously spitting on it.

"Looks like the coast is clear," he said.

I felt the head of his dick plop in first.  I heard him spit on his
dick.  After one slow, long push, his cock went all the way in.  It
hurt a little, so I didn't move.  I guess he gauged my pain by the
expression on my face, because he didn't start pull out and push in
until I had relaxed.  Soon came the full feeling of a fat dick up my
ass.  That sensation (mixed with his body pressed against the back of
mine) made me swoon.  His hands massaged my shoulders and neck while
he fucked me.  He nibbled on my neck playfully.  His hands reached
around and play with my tits—squeezing them teasingly.  Then he
started the verbal that I loved.

"You like that fat dick up your ass, son?"

"Yes, sir," I sighed.

"You got an incredible butt, boy.  I can't wait to seed it!"

My hands were stretched far apart on the top of the workbench.  As his
humping got faster and harder, the whole bench squeaked.  He had on a
ragged flannel shirt, faded jeans, and boots.  My bare feet were
standing on his boots.  I loved the feeling of his body against
mine--clothed vs. naked.  He reached around me and pulled me up with
his arms under my pits and his hands on my chest.  I straightened up
and leaned back against him.  He totally supported my weight as I let
my body go flaccid.

He fucked me hard for a while and eventually lowered one hand. He spit
on it and started jacking me.  That was a clue that he was close to
cumming.  As he began to shoot his load inside me, his one-armed grip
on my body lifted my heels off the floor.  I was held up by his single
arm while he was bucking hard and moaning.  He kept jacking me with
his other hand.  It felt like I was momentarily suspended by his dick
in the air and I started spewing cum everywhere.  He eased me down and
my legs buckled as my orgasm subsided.  His strong arm stayed around
me until I gained composure.  He held out the hand that had been used
to jack me off.  I saw that it was covered with cum before he wiped it
off on his jeans.

"Lord boy, you're always such a good fuck!  Did you enjoy it?"

I stretched my back and arms as I yawned.

"I'll say!" I replied wearily.

"You wanna come inside for some breakfast?" he asked.

"No, sir.  I think I'm going back to bed!"

He gave me a playful slap on the ass and licked his lips as he looked
down at my butt.  I grabbed my clothes and pulled my jeans.  I walked
back to my place carrying my shoes and shirt.  The cool air felt good
on my chest and nips.  I felt his cum trying to ooze out of my hole.
Once back inside, I plopped on the couch, grabbed the afghan that was
draped on it, and dozed off.

- - -

On Wednesday morning as I was leaving for work, I noticed that Dean
had returned during the night.  Knowing that made me irritable and I
was distracted.  It was my last day at Jiffy Lube and my manager had
me doing menial work instead of changing oil or anything.  My
coworkers were making fun of him behind his back.  They came to me one
by one and exchanged cell numbers or email addresses.  It made me feel
good that I was so well liked and that they wanted to stay in contact
with me.

The end of my shift couldn't come soon enough and when it was finally
over, I gladly pulled off my outer uniform shirt and tossed it on the
counter.  I clocked out and I was done.  I drove out honking my horn
and all the guys shouted and waved.  I saw the manager come storming
out to see what the ruckus was and I laughed.

That evening, my mom and I drove into Dallas to see a movie and have
dinner to celebrate my new job.  It was the first time in a long time
for us to do something like that together.  Because I had my own car,
we rarely drove anywhere together anymore.  She let me drive us in my
own car.  I loved being the one driving, but I was nervous.  I was
hoping I wouldn't do anything stupid.  I had to maintain the speed
limit the entire way to keep her calm.

Before the movie, we ate at one of her favorite Mexican restaurants.
Things were pleasant until our conversation turned to Dean.

While I was chewing a huge mouthful of chips and guacamole, she asked,
"Are you still dating Dean, babe?"

I coughed and nearly spit some food out onto the table.

"Mom, that's personal." I said, face blushing.

"I just wondered.  You guys used to be `two peas in a pod' and now I
don't ever see him come over.  In fact, I don't see him ever."

She drank the rest of her Corona beer.

"That makes two of us," I replied sarcastically.

"Did you both have a fight?  I hope you didn't let your anger get the
best of you again."

I thought, "Leave it to my mom to throw stuff back in my face."

Out loud, I said, "No mom.  Honestly, I don't know why but a while
back he started snubbing me.  Now we don't talk at all."

She looked concerned and said, "Maybe you could ask his dad."

"I already did.  He was clueless.  It ain't worth talking about it, mom."

She smiled.

"Well sometimes, the only way to find out is to confront a person
directly.  Otherwise, you could wait indefinitely and never know.  If
you don't do that, it could lead to regrets."

I got very emotional and my eyes started watering.  I tried to play it
off on the food.

"Dang, this salsa is spicy!" I said while wiping my eyelid with a napkin.

Mom got the signal and changed the subject just as the waitress
brought our main food.  I was relieved.  The rest of the meal was
pleasant until mom brought up my dad.  We had just finished eating.

"Your dad called and said he'd love for you to drive down and spend
the rest of the week there.  It would be your first trip alone.  He
said that she (my step mother) is going to take the kids to her
parents' home for Spring Break and he'll be there alone.  He's too
busy at work to take full days off."

"Oh wow!  That would be cool." I said excitedly.

I missed my dad but it was always so hectic at his place with the
girls running around.  It would be great to visit with him alone.

"That might be a good time for you to come out to your dad."

I rolled my eyes and sighed.

"Mom! Stop it."

She continued, "Honey, I'm just saying it would be a good time."

I didn't answer.

"Okay, it's your business."

She gave her credit card to the waitress.  I was uncomfortable until
the waitress returned with the receipt and we left.  We spent the next
two hours at the cinema.  The movie was a good distraction.  Luckily,
mom never brought up any more awkward shit during the rest of the
evening.  However, her advice kept running through my head.  Sooner or
later, I had to confront him.

- - -

My solo drive into Houston was very cool.  The five hour drive went by
quickly.  Seeing the usual small towns between there and home from a
driver's view was really different.  I felt really independent.  I
jammed for most of the trip and stopped a couple of times for some
burgers at Dairy Queen.  At last, I finally arrived in the late
afternoon and hung out there alone until he got home from work.

I used my old key to get inside.  I had never been in that house with
it so quiet.  It was almost eerie.  No TV's, screaming sisters, baby
drama, etc.  I took my backpack to my old room.  It was now my oldest
sister's room and the walls were covered with posters of a recent
vampire movie (with cute guys on them).  She had left a nice note on
the bed with a copy of a CD that she recommended.  I figured she was
going to turn out to be a cool sister after all.  I turned on the CD
and decided to rub one out while no one was home.

I pulled out my cock and lay there looking up at the hunky actor on
the vampire movie poster.  He had a nice, muscular body.  I fantasized
about eating his ass and then fucking him.  Soon, I was shooting cream
on my sister's ruffled bedspread.  I licked my fingers clean and put
my dick back in my pants.  I took a nap until I heard the front door
shut.

I hopped up and ran to the living room to greet my dad with a big hug.
 My strength surprised him and he nearly stumbled.

"Good lord, I never thought you'd be taller than me!  You've gotten
stronger I see!"

He pretended to punch my bicep and then shook his hand as if he'd
punched something really hard.  I noticed dad was getting his first
streaks of gray hair.  I teased him about that we laughed a lot.

Soon after, we ordered a pizza and had a good time just talking about
latest goings on about my sisters.  My oldest sister was caught
smoking.  I made a mental note to bitch at her.  While I occasionally
smoked pot, I didn't care for cigarettes and tried several times to
get Dean to quit.  It was a nasty habit.  Dad said my other sister got
the idea in her head to try to paint her bedroom sister and spilled a
gallon of paint in the garage.  I planned to give her a hard time
about that.

"You know what, since it's just us guys, I'm gonna pull out the good stuff!"

Dad got reached up on his tip toes and opened a small cabinet door
above the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of Gentleman Jack
whiskey.  I had never seen dad drink it in front of me.  He poured a
small shot glass full and downed it in a single swallow.

"Can I have some dad?"

"You mom and step mom would skin me alive!"

I rolled my eyes.

"I've tried it before." I admitted.

"Well, you might have, but I'm not giving you any.  Just be careful,
son, you don't want to grow up too fast.  There's plenty of time to
try everything for the first time."

I knew he was alluding to me getting busted a couple of years before
for smoking weed.

"Now dad, you can't tell me you didn't smoke weed ever."

He downed a second shot of whiskey.

"Honestly son, when I was your age I was stoned all the time."

"What??"  I exclaimed.  "No way, dad."

"Hell, your mom was no angel either; she's the one that introduced it to me!"

I was laughing in disbelief.

"No fuckin' way dad."

He said, "If you ever tell her, I'm dead."

It felt really good for my dad to reveal such a secret to me.  While
he was buzzing on his booze, I thought that moment might be the right
time to drop my own bombshell.

"Well dad, while we're confiding...well, mom already knows."

I stammered and his face turned serious.

"Well, put it this way...I'm never gonna give you any grand kids."

He looked puzzled.

"Son, don't decide something like that until you're married.  I
thought the same thing at your age and look at the brood I have now!"

"No dad...I'm gay!"

I got chills after I said that out loud to him.  While mom always
knew, dad had been totally clueless it seemed.  I thought my mom would
have secretly told me dad, but apparently she left that task for me.
Instead of replying right away, he poured another shot of whiskey.
After he swallowed, he let a long sigh and put the lid back on the
bottle.

"Wow, Dave.  I didn't see that one coming."

"Are you mad?" I asked.

He chuckled.

"I'm just surprised.  You told your mom, huh?"

I answered, "Well, she kind of busted me.  I didn't have a choice.
She never told you anything?"

"No, not a word."

He shrugged his shoulders.  He got up and grabbed bottled water for us
each from the refrigerator and put his liquor bottle back in its
hiding place.

"You're eighteen and a man now, so I'm talking to you like a man.  You
can always talk to me, Dave.  Don't ever think you can't.  I don't
want you holding anything back.  About this or anything."

He guzzled half of his water down.

"Your uncle Leo...he was gay."

"What?" I exclaimed.

Leo was dad's brother.  He died when they were teenagers.  I was told
he had an accident while swimming.  Dad always got quiet or left the
room when anyone brought him up.

"Your grandmother has always told everyone that he died by in a
swimming accident.  But I know he committed suicide."

Dad swallowed more water.

"I'd found his stash of photos of men torn from magazine ads or
catalogs, but I never told him.  He wasn't very masculine and it
embarrassed me sometimes. He had a best friend named Shawn that was
always over at our house.  I was never allowed to go in his room when
Shawn was there.  At first I thought they were smoking or drinking,
but one time I hid in the closet.  I couldn't see from there but I
heard them having sex."

I sat and listened to dad's story...I was stunned at the revelation.

"I stayed hidden and planned to ask him about it later.  While I was
in the closet, your grandmother came home early from work and barged
in while the two of them were naked!  She yelled at poor Leo and
called him a sinner and quoted all kind of Bible stuff to him.  I sat
mortified in the closet as they were scrambling to put clothes on.
Mother kept yelling.  Shawn ran out the door and Leo ran after him.  I
sneaked out later after they were gone.  Leo didn't come home that
evening, but the next morning, we found him drowned in our pool, face
down."

Dad took off his glasses and wiped his eyes.  I was about to tear up too.

"Your grandmother found him first and pulled him out of the water.  He
was too gone to revive.  She called the police anyway and an ambulance
came.  In the end, it was assumed that he took a midnight swim and
accidentally drowned.  I think he was so ashamed that he killed
himself."

I put a hand on dad's shoulder and tried to comfort him awkwardly.

"So, you see, I don't want you to ever be ashamed of it.  I love you
anyway.  It was a shock really, but I don't care."

He was smiling now.

"So was it your friend from next door?" he asked.

"Dad, I though mom didn't tell you anything!" I exclaimed.

"She didn't, Dave, but he's all you ever talk about whenever I rarely
get to talk to you. `Dean and I did this' or `Dean and I did that'.  I
just guessed since you bring him up a lot."

"Yeah dad, mom busted me and Dean in my bed.  There it is right there.
 Kind of like Uncle Leo, huh, except for mom didn't go ballistic," I
said.

"Well, your mom's a very open minded woman," dad replied.  "She's
heard my story about Leo."

He drank the rest of his water and squished the empty bottle.

"So, you and Dean are pretty close, then?"

I sighed.

"Well dad, we were.  Now he's not talking to me and I have no idea
why.  But he's always been kind of weird."

Dad replied, "Did the two of you talk it out?"

"Not yet," I answered.

I soon changed the subject and we were talking about other things like
my new job and stuff.  We turned on the TV eventually and watched some
late night replays of games from earlier that day until we were both
really sleepy.  I went to bed with the pressure of being closeted to
my dad lifted away.  I was sorry that dad lost his brother in that
way, but it allowed my dad to accept my own homosexuality much easier.
 Lying in my old bed, I fell into a deep, wonderful sleep.

- - -

During the last few days of Spring Break, dad worked until noon and
then spent the rest of the afternoon with me each day.  We just hung
out at the house and watched movies or went out to eat.  I had a good
time.  Soon enough, I made the drive back home dreading going back to
school.

Nothing much changed until the middle of April.  One evening, it
turned really dark and a horrible storm blew in.  A tornado touched
down several places in the area including our high school.  We were
lucky that our trailer park was spared, but some of the new houses in
the construction area behind us were torn up by high winds.  Mom was
really rattled by the whole experience while I thought it was
exciting.  The next day, limbs were down everywhere.  When I walked
outside to leave for school, I noticed a huge branch next to Dean's
car.  I walked over and drug it away.  I was hoping to see him, but as
usual, he always left at the last minute for school.  I got in my car
and drove away without seeing him.

A section of the roof at our school had been blown off, so some
classes were moved to either the cafeteria or the auditorium.  The
classrooms weren't to be fully repaired until the summer.  Some
classes were combined because of the disaster.  My English class was
combined with Dean's for the remainder of the year.  It was our only
class together.  It was strange to see him every day and not be
acknowledged.  At times I wanted to go up to him at his desk and shake
him.

At lunch time, a week after the storm, I confronted Miranda.

"Has Dean talked to you about me?" I asked as we walked from one class
to another.

She stopped and turned to face me.

"Dave, he's shut me out again just like when the two of you had met.
I don't know what's going on with him.  When I try to talk to him he
just mumbles.  Did you two have a big fight?"

"Never mind," I said.  I walked on to my next class leaving her there
with a puzzled expression on her face.

>From that short discussion, I learned that Dean wasn't being a jerk to
just me.  I still didn't know the reason for it all, though.  Instead
of being relieved, I became more preoccupied.  I walked to English
class in the cafeteria and waited for the bell to ring.  I sat in the
back and watched Dean arrive just after the bell rang, but the teacher
didn't notice because of the chaos of so many students in one room.
His face looked even thinner than before as if he hadn't been eating.
The longer I sat there staring at the back of him I thought he looked
too skinny.  His long sleeve shirt covered most of his upper body, but
I could tell the way his clothes draped him.  It was disturbing and I
couldn't concentrate on anything the teacher said.

Away from Dean, my new job was a pleasant distraction.  I got to
experience the work "hands on" from the first day.  I worked with one
mechanic and he had me do the physical work as he diagnosed each
repair issue on each car or truck we worked on.  He asked my opinion
before we did anything and told me when I was wrong, but in a
constructive way.  He would show me what to do and I'd finish it while
he supervised.  Each shift flew by and I loved every minute of it.  I
dreaded each Monday and hated going back to school.  The weekends
could never come fast enough for me.

As April ended and May began, I began to study for my upcoming final
exams in the evenings.  Even though I tried so hard in all my classes,
I was making "C's" in all of them.  It hurt my self esteem, I felt so
stupid at times.  During the year, I'd often had problems taking
regular tests in my classes.  I'd often freeze up and perform poorly
even after studying really hard the night before.  I hated English the
most and the literature that we had to read just didn't click with me.
 The pressure of the upcoming final exams really stressed me out.

Another issue that was stressing me out that I did not know what I
wanted to do after high school was over.  Everyone talked daily about
taking their SAT's and boasted about which college they were going to
apply to.  I had no interest in college, but I didn't know what I
wanted to do otherwise.  I felt pressured to have a plan for the
future.  I even considered joining the military.

Aside from and my future education, my relationship with Dean stressed
me out more than anything.  Daily, my stomach was in knots.  Finally,
the Sunday evening before finals I couldn't take it anymore and after
staring at the ceiling, I jumped out of bed.  It was just after
midnight, but I didn't care.  I pulled on some shorts and a shirt and
quietly sneaked out my back door.

I walked around to Dean's window and knocked on it.  After there was
no response, I banged hard on it.  I heard footsteps from within the
house.  Suddenly, a bright flashlight shined in my face.  I heard
Jim's voice.

"Dave, what's wrong?"

He was standing outside of their front door with a towel around his waist.

"I need to speak to Dean now," I said firmly.

He turned off the flashlight and motioned for me to go inside.  I
walked in past him and went straight to Dean's room.  I opened the
door and turned the light on.  He was sleeping with headphones on
until I turned on the light.  He covered his eyes with his hands.

"What the fuck?  I'm gonna kill you guys!"

He thought his brothers had barged in.

"It's me," I said.

He pulled off his headphones and looked startled.  His face was even
thinner than before and totally drained of any color.

"I'm not leaving until I know why you won't talk to me," I said loudly.

He still remained stunned.  I heard his brothers stirring and
chattering in the hallway followed by Jim telling them to go back to
bed.

"You want to take it outside or stay in here?  I'm not leaving until
we talk," I said firmly.

"Let's go outside." He said hoarsely.

He pulled off his sheet and put on some shorts.  He grabbed his car
keys and walked out of the bedroom.  I followed him outside.  I could
see his ribs more prominently than before.  He unlocked and opened the
passenger door of his car and I got inside.  He walked around and got
in the driver's side.  Once the doors were shut, I began to talk.

"I don't know why you won't talk to me anymore.  Just tell me and be
done with it," I said.

I stared forward out the window into the darkness.

"I'm going away, Dave.  I got accepted to Texas A&M to study engineering."

I replied, "That's not so far away."

My stomach tightened even more.

"What does that have to do with you not talking to me?"

I turned to face him, but he was staring straight ahead.

"I got a scholarship.  Hank's family...that is, my family...they're paying
for my college.  I will be gone for at least four years."

I shrugged my shoulders.  My face was felt flushed and my pits were sweating.

"So what?" I said.

He turned to face me.

"I didn't know how to tell you..."

I sighed and swallowed hard.

"To tell me what?"

He just looked at me.

"To tell me that you're leaving?"

He nodded.

"You stopped talking to me because you're too chicken-shit to tell me
you're moving away?"

He just looked at me.

"If you love me, it doesn't matter if you move away for college," I said.

The car was silent.

"Do you love me Dean?"

"Yes."

My mind reeled.  His mind and logic befuddled me.

"I don't get you, "I said.

I swallowed.

"Do you think just because you're going to move away that you have to
break up with me?" I asked.

He replied, "How could a long distance thing work?  I'd be so jealous
about other guys.  I'd be paranoid.  I guess I thought breaking up now
would take all those fears away from me."

I said, "So you thought it was better to break up and spare me the
news?  You thought it was better to break up now then work through
trying to maintain a long distance relationship?  Do you think I'll be
fucking everything that moves the minute you're gone?  That's the
stupidest shit I've ever heard!  For someone so smart, I don't
understand the logic in your brain.  You really don't trust me?"

He started crying.

"It's not just the relationship.  I didn't want you to feel bad
because I was going to college and you weren't.  Look what happened to
my real dad after he was intimidated by mom starting college...he joined
the army and died!"

He sniffed and rubbed his eyes.

"Oh my god...you think I am going to run off and join the Army because
you're so much smarter than me?"

He shrugged his shoulders.

"It's not just that...there are lots of reasons."

"Get over here!" I said.

He scooted over the middle console and moved onto my lap.

"For someone so smart you can think such dumbass things!" I said laughing.

We put our arms around each other and hugged tightly.

"I thought you didn't love me anymore," I said.

"I love you Dave.  In fact I've always loved you.  I'm obsessed with you."

I hugged him tighter.

"Do you know how obsessed?  It started from the moment I saw you that
summer day.  I can tell you what clothes you were wearing the first
time I saw you through our window.  I can tell you where the moles on
your body are.  I can tell you what parts of your body have hair and
which don't.  I can sniff you and tell you what soap you used to bathe
with last, what deodorant you have on.  I know that you wear your blue
pocket t-shirt every Tuesday.  Don't you see?  If I leave and go far
away, will my obsession be worse?  Did you know I have collected
pieces of your clothing, locks of your hair...I have drawings and poems
about you--"

I cut him off with a kiss.  I didn't tell him I knew about the poems
and drawings.  I just sat there glad to be in his arms again.  Our
tongues merged into a long and sloppy, wet kiss.  I was in love with a
stalker and was very flattered!  I spoke again after nearly a minute
of silence.

"I don't know what I'm going to do after school is out.  I've been
really worried about it.  Hell, if I don't pass all my final exams,
especially English, I'll have to go to summer school.  I won't
graduate with you."

He moved his head against mine, resting it on my shoulder.  I heard him inhale.

"I have lots of worries, too, but none worth breaking up for," I said.
"I actually did consider the military."

"Please don't join," he said.

"Before we talk anymore, hold on.  I'm going to tell my mom where I am."

I got out of the car and went back inside.  I woke my mom up and told
her I was going to be outside talking to Dean and sorting things out.
She was cool about it (to my surprise again).  I guess she'd rather I
told her that I was going to be outside and up late than to sneak out
and do it secretly.

I went back outside and Dean was smoking next to his car.

"Dude, you've got to STOP smoking.  It's going to kill you!" I said.

He nervously bent over and put it out in the gravel.

"Let's go for a walk," I said.

We walked up to the main road along where the field used to be and
walked and passed one of the new streets.  It was empty except for
five houses under different stages of construction.  It was very dark.

"My dad said the owner of our trailer park might be selling it to the
company that's building this subdivision," he said.  "I'll bet in a
year or so there won't be any trace of it."

We kept on walking not saying anything for a while.

"If you love me, then it won't matter that you're gone for a while.
It's not like you won't ever be coming home to see your brothers or
Jim.  I can drive and see you, too...if you want us to stay together," I
said.

He grabbed my hand.

"I've worried that I'll leave for college and you will find someone
else.  I'd be so paranoid.  I saw how many guys were after you when we
went dancing on your birthday.  You're the hottest fucker on the
planet.  What are you gonna do when you're horny as fuck?  Me, I can
jack off and thing of nobody but you.  Why would you stick around for
four years waiting for a nut case like me?"

We stopped and faced each other.

"You have to trust me."

When I said that, I felt a pang of guilt for my secret fling with
Jason.  But I told myself that was just the past, only.

"If you love me and want to stay together, let's try it.  There's no
reason to think of `what if' scenarios.  Let's give it a go!" I told
him with all my heart.

"I'm in!" he said.

He pulled my arm and directed me to the other newly constructed
street.  We walked up to the first house and I followed him up to the
side of a huge pallet of wood planks.  Many yards away and in the
dark, we were still in view of the main road.  He knelt on the dirt
and pulled my drawers down.  My cock sprang to life as the night air
made contact with my damp balls.  He sucked my dick into his mouth and
began the most loving blowjob he'd ever given me.  He paused once to
suck on his middle finger.  His hand went between my thighs and his
finger went up my ass.

He finger fucked me with one, two then finally three fingers.
Simultaneously, he deep throated me as I slowly fucked his mouth.   He
intermittently sucked on my ball sac and my dick off and on.  I looked
down at him.  I could have waited to let him edge me and build up to
an explosive cum, but just looking down at the sexy guy I loved made
me start cumming.  I spurted and spurted cum into his mouth while
trying to keep from falling from weak legs.  I grabbed the top of the
stack of wood with each hand at my sides.  I pulled my shorts up and
felt woozy.  He held my hand and we walked back several yards to the
road.

We kissed again as a truck passed us.  All of my cum was still in his
mouth and we passed it back and forth.  My shorts tented as my dick
hardened.  The truck honked at us...two guys kissing on a public road at
night.  I heard a male voice yell out, "Faggots!"  For once, I didn't
care who knew I was gay.  Holding hands, I walked him back to his door
and kissed him goodnight.  I went back into my house and undressed for
bed.  I slept well and dreamed of good things.

- - -

Final exams hit me really hard.  I studied a lot with Dean.  He was
great at helping me review my study notes.  I was sure he didn't even
need to study for his own.  I kept stressing over my English exam,
though.  It was going to cover both grammar and literature.  Both were
really tripping me up.  I reviewed the stories that we were assigned
but they bored me to tears.  The grammar rules just didn't make sense
to me.  He tried his best and was very patient with me.  Even before
our classes were merged, the teachers had the same study plans.  It
helped that Dean was in the same class and remembered everything.

On the last day of our final exams, English was the last class.
Repairs to the roof were still not completed, so three English classes
took their exams in the cafeteria.  Our regular desks had been moved
in the where the dining tables normally sat.  There were two teachers
monitoring us.

They passed out the test forms and it was all multiple choice
questions.  For each question, we had to fill in a bubble (letters A
through D) on a test form with a pencil.  The form would later be
scanned by a machine and graded electronically.  If we stuck around,
we would be told what our final score was.

I was so nervous that my undershirt was soaked.  We were allowed to
sit anywhere, so Dean sat behind me.  It was little comfort, because
after I got my test form and started reading the questions, my mind
went blank.  Whatever we studied, I couldn't remember.  I was
second-guessing every question.  I was a total mess.

Half an hour later, many of the brainy types were done already and
were walking their test forms up to the front of the room to be handed
to one of the teachers.  I got more depressed.  I began to imagine all
my friends crossing the stage and getting their diploma while I stayed
at home waiting for summer school to begin.  My stomach was in knots.
Then I heard Dean move behind me.  He stood up and slapped another
test form on my desk.  It was completely filled in already except the
section where our name was to be written—that part was blank.  He
placed the form on my desk and continued to walk past me in such a
quick fashion that no one had noticed.

I moved his form on top of mine and looked it over.  I looked up to
see him turning his own test form in up front.  I didn't know what to
think.  I slowly and quietly folded up my own test form and shoved it
up into my sleeve.  I wrote my name on the form and decided to wait a
while before following him.  Eventually, I took the form up front and
turned it in with a shaking hand.

I walked out into the hallway numbly.  Dean was waiting for me.

"I had a back up plan for you.  I know you understand all this shit,
but I feared you might panic.  I could tell you were getting agitated.
 Are you mad?"

I laughed, "Fuck no man, you made my day!"

The teacher that was in the hall monitoring gave me a dirty look
having heard the word "fuck" aloud.  My face turned red and we headed
outside.  We waited for an hour until the final student walked out.
My teacher came out into the hallway with a printout.

"Mrs. Brown, can you tell me how I did?" I asked timidly.

"Sure David."  She looked through the names on the paper and followed
my name across.  "You made an 85 on the exam.  Dean, you got a 98!"

My fake test form score was a "B" which was a better score than what I
needed to pass and graduate.  I was beaming.

"Awesome!" I said.

We hurried out of there elated.  We met several friends outside where
everyone was signing yearbooks and exchanging contact information.  We
walked out to my car to drive home and Miranda appeared in the parking
lot.

"You really need to go talk to her." I said.

Since Dean and I had reconciled, the two of them had not talked.  I
sat on the back of my car while he went up to her and grabbed her ass
playfully from behind.  Her arm flew up ready to smack her attacker.
After she saw who it was, her face lit up and they began chatting and
laughing.  I let them talk for a bit before I walked up to them and
suggested we all go have lunch someplace.  We grabbed other people
walking to their cars or waiting for the bus and invited them to come
along.

The afternoon was blast, but soon came to an end.  That evening, I
went over to Dean's and had the most passionate sex we'd ever had.
There wasn't any crazy kinky shit, just loads of hot foreplay and one
hot fuck.  Once I got back home, mom surprised me and offered me a
beer!

"Here's to my baby graduating high school and becoming a man!"

We raised our beer bottles for a toast and they clinked.

"If you tell your dad about this, I'm never gonna ear the end of it!"
she laughed.

"No worries, mom, it's cool."

We stayed up late watching TV until really late.  I had made it though
high school...and I was back with my man!

- - -

The rest of the week, I worked each day at the garage.  On Friday
morning, Dean and I attended a rehearsal for our graduation that was
scheduled for Saturday.  The big day started with a morning jog with
Dean and his brothers.  There was a new and different camaraderie
between the three of them now.  They acted more like friends than
brothers.

After the run, I headed to my house to clean up.  I spent a long time
grooming and making sure my goatee was perfectly straight, albeit
thin.  I felt a new feeling of self confidence.  I thought I looked
studly in the mirror and took a naked photo of me with my phone.  Mom
was in the living room on the phone with the relatives that were
driving out and was giving them driving directions.  Dad, my step
mother, and sisters all drove up the night before and were staying in
a motel in town.  There was a party planned for me afterwards.

Just as mom and I were dashing out to her car, Dean and his crew were
all cramming themselves into their truck.  Jeff and Curt were dressed
in suits with their hair brushed down and both looked very
uncomfortable.  Dean looked hot as fuck.  However, I noticed that he
wasn't wearing his usual gray or black clothing.  He wore brown
Dockers with a bright blue dress shirt.  There was actually color in
his cheeks.  He looked at me as he hopped with and gave me a sly wink.
 I felt my dick getting hard just before I sat down in the car.  I
pulled my folded gown and cap onto my lap for cover.

We drove to the local convention center in the next town.  The parking
lot was packed with lots of students and their families.  It was
interesting to see my friends all dressed up and having to behave in
front of their parents.  Once inside, the students were directed to a
large room to be sorted alphabetically.  It was chaos as many of them
were arriving late and had no idea what was going on or had missed our
rehearsal the day before.  I kept looking for Dean and finally spotted
him way up in front of me.  He smiled and waved.

Finally, we were led into the auditorium and I ended up sitting five
rows behind Dean.  I found the opening speeches and ceremonies
tedious.  Many of us were chatting amongst ourselves and I befriended
the girls on either side of me.  Eventually, they started calling
names while we were led to the stage one row at a time.  As each
student's name was read, the school principal handed them a dummy
diploma and shook their hand (they would get the real one backstage
afterwards).  A cameraman took a photo as each diploma was handed off.

When each student's name was read aloud, you could hear cheers from
their friends or family in the audience.  When Dean crossed the stage,
I yelled for him.  I saw his brothers and stand up and do the same out
in the bleachers.  I thought my turn would never come, but then the
usher came and signaled my row to stand and we were led to the stage.
Before my name was called, I saw my family sitting close to the edge
of the stage.  I got chills as I walked across the stage and shook the
principal's hand.  My sisters all screamed for me and I felt so proud.

After we had all crossed the stage, there was a final speech and then
a prayer.  As the principal declared us graduates, everyone stood up
and tossed their caps far into the air and cheered.  Without any
warning to him, I ran up to Dean and gave him a huge kiss on the mouth
in front of everyone.  There were gasps and whistles from those around
him that saw, but I didn't care.  He hugged me and yelled, "We did
it!"

For next several minutes...time stood still.  I was the happiest man on Earth.

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