Date: Sat, 11 Feb 2017 12:41:53 -0600
From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Twisted Next Door Neighbors Pt 2 (Revised)

Twisted Next Door Neighbors Pt 2

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Neighbors Pt 2

I lay there naked on Dean's bed.  I'd just been fucked for the first time
and was sitting there kind of in a daze. Random thoughts ran through my
brain.  I thought about how more than once this week, Dean had asked me to
watch his brothers, both 12, while he walked to a gas station in our rural
area for cigarettes at night.

Tonight, he'd asked me to do this but sticking out in an open drawer was a
full unopened carton of cigarettes.  I didn't confront him about it though;
I didn't want him to know I had busted him.  I wondered if he would pull
that shit again.  I'd have to find out.  I looked over at the digital clock
and its blue numbers red 2:07AM.  I groggily got up to pull my shorts on.

Dean had fallen asleep after smoking more weed.  His body looked hot laying
there naked--kind of obscenely spread out on his stomach, head to the
side.  I got up off the bed.  The cover sheet was on the floor and I
tiptoed out of the room past the twins' room and hopped out of the back
door and into my yard.  I heard distant thunder rumbling and the humidity
was stifling.  As I sleepily opened our storm door and tried to open the
inside door, it was locked!  I began to panic.  I ran to the back door and
it was locked, too.  I thought about how I'd left the house...back door
locked, front door unlocked.

I thought about simply waiting outside until mom got home, but the thunder
was getting louder.  It was hours away before mom would be home.  I had
locked Dean's back door, so I walked back around to his window and knocked
on it.  After a few knocks...nothing.  Finally, I banged hard on it and
heard the floor creaking.  He came to the window and raised it.

"What the fuck, man?"  He said, still very stoned with major "bed hair".

His hair was short for an EMO type of look--not one of the crazier, exotic
cuts you often see on dudes.  But it was a mess.  The dishevelment made him
sexier.

"I locked myself out; can I hang here until the storm goes through?"

"Sure man, come back inside."  He said squinting from the bright flash of
lightning.

I jumped as a loud clap of thunder followed and made us both jump.  He met
me at their front door and I walked back inside with him.  He was still
naked.  We quietly walked back to his room and he jumped back on his bed.
I slipped my tennis shoes back off and sat on the edge of the bed, all
sweaty again from my frustration and nervousness.  I didn't remember
locking that door.

"Come lay with me dude."

"I don't know--what if we fall asleep and someone comes in?"

"Dad knocks first, or should I say bangs on the door.  My brothers know
I'll kick their ass if they bother me.  Why don't you call your mom and
tell her you're staying over."

He made sense.  I might as well let her know and then maybe I'd get some
sleep.  He turned on a regular lamp and I was able to find the phone
sitting in the corner on the floor.  The cord from the wall to the phone
was mangled and had knots.  I dialed my mom's work number and asked for her
when the operator answered.

At first, she was worried that something bad had happened, but I told her
I'd gone to hang next door and locked myself out.  She didn't seem very mad
and said for me to just stay there until she got home.  She said she'd
heard that a terrible storm was coming through and were under a "tornado
watch."  That wasn't comforting news for those of us in trailers.  Anyhow,
I hung up and slid next to him.

"Take off those clothes."

I tiredly pulled off my damp socks and shorts and lay back, our sides
touching.  I had my arms behind my head, elbows out.  Dean rolled over and
lay on top of me, resting his face in my pit.  "Sorry man, but I probably
reek now."  I heard him inhale.  "I like it."  His left arm hung over the
bed and pulled up one of my socks.  He put it under his nose and huffed
it.  I felt my dick growing hard.  He tossed the sock somewhere and his
mouth found my nipple and started sucking on it.  Thunder boomed outside
and there was a bright flash through the cracks around his curtains.  I
reached out and felt up his pec.  He had the squared-off type of pecs.  He
wasn't really muscular--just slim and toned.  There was no fat anywhere on
him.

I ran my finger over the ring in his nipple.  His free arm reached for the
stereo remote and he clicked some buttons in the half-light.  The CD
changer turned on and some moody, almost sinister slow dance music played
at a very low volume.  The weather and music combined made it feel like
Halloween.  He went back to sucking my tits while stroking my dick and
balls.  It felt so good and I was really relaxing.

My pecs were bigger than his--all muscle and had the "U" shape.  Prior to
summer, they were toned from athletics class in school.  I'd kept them firm
with daily pushups all summer.  I had nice nipples too.  After puberty
began, I noticed my nips getting sensitive to touch and were getting fatter
at the tips like little pencil erasers.  When my tits were erect any
stimulation to them drove me crazy.

Dean's tongue kept licking across my pecs and pretended to bite me all over
them.  He pressed down on my nips with his teeth until it hurt. That was
immediately followed by his tongue soothing the tortured nipple.   I
enjoyed the new sensations of another person besides myself stimulating
them for once.  I was proud of my chest and loved having Dean worship it.

We made out in each other's arms until we fell asleep to the sound of rain
on the metal roof.  The next thing I remembered was the front door slamming
and two heavy feet walking around.  His dad was home!

I quickly pulled on my shorts and socks.  I heard his dad sit on the
recliner making the springs in it squeak.  I heard a grunt, a clop, and
then it repeated.  He was taking off his boots.  I didn't hear anything for
a few minutes and then I heard snoring.  I found my tennis shoes under the
bed and I slipped them on.  I peeped out into the hallway and walked to the
end and saw the back of the recliner, the back of his head above it.  He
was so tired he fell asleep in the chair.

Out of curiosity, I crept down the hall quietly and slowly walked beside
the recliner chair.  His dad had short, dark spiky hair with sideburns
which were long.  He had a goatee, too.  His work shirt was in the floor
next to him and he was wearing a tight, white, and stained t-shirt.  In the
faint light of the TV, I could see had had on his workpants and socks.  Two
large work boots sat beside the chair on the opposite side.  I could smell
sweat and cheap, expired deodorant wafting over him.

I was startled a little when he let out a snore and then was quiet again.
His dad had big muscular arms, broad chest, handsome face, and a beer
belly.  He was hot!  I wondered why he was sitting here dressed and
sleeping in his chair when supposedly, per Dean, they all slept naked.  I
felt kind of nervous spying, so I tip toed back into the hall.  I opened
the back door to my yard and slipped out quickly.

Mom was home, but I didn't know if she was still up.  I opened our front
door and walked quickly to my room.  "Is that you honey?" came her voice
from her bedroom.  "Yeah mom, I'm gonna shower."  As I closed the door of
my bedroom, I saw my image in the floor length mirror there.  My chest was
covered in hickies!  What the fuck?

That meant I was going to have to keep a shirt on around mom for a few days
until they were gone.  I quickly showered and dressed.  Mom was toasting
some frozen waffles for us in the kitchen after I came back out of my room.

"Hey, you just walked in seconds behind me.  Perfect timing!"

She and I chatted about the storm and about the all of the wrecks that
caused their emergency room to fill up that night.  Soon, we were done
eating and she went to go read before going to sleep for the day.  I walked
back into my room and noticed a few things that were off.  One of my
drawers was open, but I didn't remember opening it. It was the only drawer
that wasn't filled with clothes.  There were school yearbooks, notepads,
CD's, a mess of stuff.

I hadn't been in my closet for a couple of days because all of my shorts
and tees were in a drawer.  Yet, the sliding door was open.  A pair of
tennis shoes was taken out of their box and was laying the in closet
floor.  My curtains had been pulled partially open.  I'd left them totally
shut, I was sure I had...  I lay back on the bed thinking.  Did Dean really
go to the store?  Did he come over and nose through our place and absent
mindedly locked the door that was never locked?  I could forgive him for
being curious, but this was more devious than just sneaking in.  Plus, had
he told his brothers to mess with me or did they do it on their own?  I was
going to have to find out.  In the meantime, I would pretend to be clueless
about it all.

I'd been lying there on my bed with the white noise of the air conditioner
coming through the floor vent whistling.  After it cut off, I heard Curt
and Jeff carrying on outside.  Damn, they were so hyperactive.  I tried to
ignore the noise and I put on my headphones to listen to some music.  I
thought about Dean's cock up my ass and was feeling horny yet again.  So, I
decided to rub one out.  I spit on my hand started jacking.  Soon I was
thinking of getting fucked by Dean.  I imagined getting it from behind
doggy style.  Just as I was about to cum, there was a loud slam against the
wall.  I pulled on my shorts and t-shirt and hauled ass outside.

"Hey sorry man, it was his fault!" Curt yelled, scared.

I saw a volleyball in Jeff's hand.  They must have hit the side of the
trailer with it.  I must have looked really pissed as I towered over the
two of them.  I wanted to smack them after I looked at the side of the
trailer and found there was a slight dent in the siding.  I knew that I
could unscrew that section off and push it out, then screw it back, but I
made a big deal out of it and started bitching at them.

 "Man, we're so sorry!"  They must have been used to Dean smacking them
around if they got out of line.

 "You fucked it up dude, look at that big ass dent!" I said angrily.

"Don't tell dad, he'll whoop us...hard!" Curt whined.

I looked at that cute scared and dirty face.  I felt sorry for them.

 "Okay man, I won't tell, but you guys gotta keep it down.  My mom is
trying to sleep...and so is your dad."

"Nothing wakes dad up!" Curt said proudly.

Jeff chimed in, "But we won't wake up your mama, promise."

"You better not man, I don't wanna have to go to your dad."

I turned around and walked off laughing to myself.  I heard them walking
back with the ball talking in hushed tones now.  The rest of the day, it
was quiet outside.  I heard their bike wheels rolling in the gravel, but
didn't hear the usual yelling and screaming.  I tried to read comics that
afternoon, but I was bored to death.

Restless, I decided to go outdoors.  I walked around to Dean's window and
tapped on it.  Soon he was there and slid it open.

"What's up man?"

"You wanna hang?" I asked.

"Sure, I'll be right out."

Soon, he was out in the typical flip flops and shorts only.  This time,
though, he had on dark sunglasses.  After having sex with them the night
before, I looked him in a different way.  Now, knowing he was into guys, I
was openly checking him out.  He came out of the front door with two cans
of Coca Cola and handed one of them to me. The humidity was gone after the
storm from the night before, but it was already feeling hot outside.

"I enjoyed our hot fuck last night." He said, not mincing words.  I felt a
little embarrassed and just smiled.

"You've got a nice cock, too." He said bluntly and gulped down some Coke.

"You're not too bad yourself." I replied.  "But tell me how you stay in
shape by sleeping all fucking day and laying on your ass?"  He started
laughing and spit out some coke.

"Funny you ask...Let me show you.  I need to spray you down first."  I had
no idea what he was referring to.

He stepped inside then came back out with a huge can of Deep Woods Off bug
repellent.

"Off with the shirt." He ordered.  "We're taking a trip into the bushes."

I went along it and turned around and pulled my shirt off.  He sprayed my
back liberally and my legs.  I turned around to let him get my chest and
arms.

"Fuck, did I do that?"

He looked at my chest and shook his head in sorrow at all the little red
and purple spots he'd made on my chest and abs with his mouth

"Yeah, man, you'll need to be careful with that mouth," I stated as if I
knew there would be a "next time".

He sprayed my chest and the fumes of it made me cough.

"Here," he handed me the can, "You might wanna spray your nether regions."

 I grabbed it and shot a spurt under my shorts in the back.  Once done, he
sprayed all over.   He dropped his shorts right there in daylight to spray
his upper legs and lower back.  We were shielded by his mobile home, but it
was still a brazen act.

"Come on!" he motioned to me.  "Let's be quick so I won't get yelled at for
leaving them alone again.  If Dad gets up to piss looks around for me, I'd
better be watching them."

I followed him into the trees and soon we were deep inside the brush. We
followed the barbed wire fence that ran along the back of the trailer park
(the fields just beyond the fence and forest).  As ventured more inward, I
noticed there was a dirt trail that he was following the whole time until
we got to a humongous, flat, sandstone rock.  It was nearly the size of a
car and was half buried.  He stepped up on it and then hopped off of it
into the leaves.

The dirt trail that we had followed ended at the rock--I had no idea how he
knew where he was going after that point.  After several yards, we came to
a clearing.  There were all kinds of bars fastened to trees.  There were
strange old plastic milk jugs laying around with big numbers on them
written with a permanent marker.

"Welcome to my home gym!" he said.

Without warning, he jumped up and started doing chin ups on one of the
bars.  I watched in awe as his arms flexed and he kept on doing them far
past the limit I would have expected him to go.  He let himself drop and
went to the jugs.  He picked up two that said "20" on each of them and
started doing curls with them.

He had made free weights by filling them with concrete or sand and had the
amount of weight of each written on the side.  He had some pulleys set up
in a tree and had cables that he pulled down to work his biceps.  Watching
him work out made my dick stir.  I saw a big rolled up object that had
leaves on top of it.

"What's that?"

He put down the home made weights and walked over to it.  He pulled a big,
plastic cover off of a huge rubber roll and then unrolled it on the
ground.  It was a former pick up bed liner.  He pulled me over to it and we
stood on it.

"It's my exercise mat.  You know, for pushups, sit ups ...fucking."

He face displayed a devious smile.  He then showed me several other
standard exercises that he could do with his makeshift gym.  I tried some
of them.  A few were ingenious...others awkward--but it was still a smartly
built home gym out of junk.

We held each other's feet while the other did sit ups. I could clearly see
his dick down his shorts.  He noticed me staring and grinned, but I didn't
hide my fascination with him any longer.  I stared right at it as his penis
hardened and tented his shorts.

"Why did you make all of this so far out in the woods?"

He laughed, "Think about it, I can give you two reasons."

"Your brothers?"

He nodded.  "Yeah, you got it.  I lov'em but sometimes I gotta get away.  I
bring my iPod out here and work out.  And as far as cardio, you're not the
only one who runs at night.  I just do it much later in the night."

Well, that made sense.  Now I knew how he had a fine body without ever
being seen outdoors.  After he showed me some more of the exercises, we
made our way back to the trailer park.  As we hit the clearing at his front
yard, Curt and Jeff came scrambling around.

"Hey, want come look at the snake nest we found!"

"I gotta go take a shit, you show Dave!"  He grinned at his made up excuse
to flee them and shrugged his shoulders.

He walked on into their house and I was left alone with the two demons.

"Okay, where is it?" I gave in.

They told me to follow them and they started walking toward the barbed wire
fence that ran along the back ends of all of the trailers to the main
road.  They jumped on a giant old wooden spool with a rusty cable wrapped
around it.  They used it for steps to jump over the fence.  After hopping
up onto it, they grabbed a low limb of a huge pecan tree and swung over the
fence and jumped into the dried, tall weeds.  I was happy to see I was
still agile enough to effortlessly copy them. Once over the fence, we
walked way out into the middle of the field.

There's one thing I had noticed about the twins.  They were always
competing to do something better than the other or before the other one.
They raced to the spot in the field where the snake nest was, but kept a
distance from it once they got there.  To see it well, we had to cross one
more small barbed wire fence that had fallen some time ago but was still
connected to posts here and there.  I wondered what or who had been there
before the land was abandoned.

Just as Curt was stepping over the stray wire, it caught on his shorts and
ripped the side open.  Suddenly, his whole left base ass cheek was
exposed--no underwear of course!  When he tried to turn around and unhook
it, it tore the waistband of the ragged shorts.  To free himself, he simply
stepped out of them and was the naked except for his tennis shoes!  Jeff
was laughing his ass off, causing Curt to do the same.  It was a riot to
them.  Curt started hopping about bouncing his dick and nuts, acting goofy.

Far in the distance, there were cars going by on the main road. We were in
clear view of them, but the tall weeds likely blocked his crotch when he
wasn't jumping up.

"Dude, you're freaking naked outside!" I stressed.

I really thought it was hot, but I was getting nervous.  What if someone
called the cops?  I didn't want to get wrapped up in a scandal, especially
after my promising my mom I'd be less trouble.

"They really can't see.  We've don't it before.  I just won't jump around."

Just as he was talking, we heard a rattle.  We scampered away, not knowing
where the snake might be.  We jogged away quickly.  Once we were halfway
back to home we stopped running.  Curt was walking normal like it was
nothing to be prancing around in a field naked in the daytime.  His white
butt really contrasted with his tanned body.  I noticed he wasn't erect.
Had it been me, I would have been rock hard.  In fact, I was hard from
watching him.

My hard pointed upward in my shorts.  I figured there was no reason to hide
it from them.  It felt sexy to be out in the open with a raging hard-on.
Once back at the main fence, I helped lift them both upward and then I
deftly grabbed the tree limb and swung over.

I thought it would be the perfect time to confront the two of them and
asked about Dean.  I wanted to know if he had orchestrated any of naked
jack off events with them.  Just as I was about to ask, lo and behold, Dean
was sitting there in the shade with headphones and sunglasses on with a
huge glass of coke.  He ware barefoot and wearing some slutty blood red
shorts.  The legs were cut high up and the openings were wide.  I was sure
if he moved his legs apart, you could see his cock.  The shorts flattered
his upper legs.

I thought about how hot it would be to have sex right there in front of his
brothers by pulling down his shorts and letting him fuck me in the chair.
Curt came up to the other lawn chair next to him and plopped down naked.
Dean made no fuss about him being naked.

"He lost his shorts on a wire fence." I explained.

"Is that his excuse this time?"  Dean said sarcastically.  "Dad buys them
used crap from the Salvation Army store because they tear up or lose half
their clothes."

I couldn't tell his mood or expression due to the big dark sunglasses.
After resting for a minute, Curt got up and sneaked over to Jeff. Jeff was
drinking water from the water hose.  In a mischievous move, Curt pulled
down Jeff's shorts, causing him to trip and fall backwards.  Curt ripped
away the shorts and took off towards the trees with them.  Once in the
bushes, he tossed them high and they stayed up in the limbs.  They both
came back sweaty and laughing.

I wondered what would happen if my mom came out, but the guys were blocked
by their mobile home unless she came around the corner.  I wondered if
their dad was aware of all that craziness.  In the blink of an eye, they
twins hopped up the steps and into the trailer out of the heat. I sat down
next to Dean.

"You're very nonchalant about your brothers running around naked in
public.  They're not quite little boys anymore even though they act like
it."

Hi sighed.  "Dude, there ain't nothin' I can do about them.  They're nuts.
Since they were little mom had trouble with them running around naked after
their bath, which they took together and still do."

"You're dad doesn't care?" I asked.

Dean just kind of shrugged and didn't say anything right away.  He drank
his Coke and thought about it.

"My dad's always worn out.  He works in a plant all night, comes home,
eats, sleeps, eats, works, etc.  He's too burned out to give a fuck.  He
had it easier when mom was around.  But one day I came home from school and
she was gone.  They said a blood vessel burst in her brain and she was gone
just like that."

He stopped talking after that.  It felt kind of awkward like he didn't want
to chit chat anymore, so I just got up and turned to go around back to my
place.  Just before I turned the corner he yelled.

"You coming over tonight stud?"

That line could only imply he was inviting me over for sex again.  You damn
well believe I was coming over.

"Yeah, I'll come over at 11."

"Cool.

He went back to paying attention to whatever was playing on his iPod.  He
looked sad and distant.

- - -

That evening dragged for me.  I felt like I was in heat for some reason.  I
kept thinking about getting fucked again.  I really wanted to try a lot of
new things.  I wanted to eat his ass, suck his balls, anything.  Finally
after hours of boring TV, it was time for mom to go and I walked her out.
As I walked back to my door, I heard Dean's music booming in the back of
their trailer.  His dad must be up and ready to leave.  It was odd that I
hadn't met him by now.

I went to my room and decided to play their game next door and would pick
something to wear in their fashion.  I looked for the oldest, rattiest pair
of shorts. I had a pair of baggy basketball jersey shorts that were much
worn in the back.  They were white and the ass cheek sections of them were
now transparent.  There was a rip in the crotch from when I put them on too
fast and tore them with my shoe.  I pulled out the drawstring so that they
were hanging on for dear life. I tossed off my shirt and shoes.

I checked out how I looked in the mirror.  I looked normal in the front
except for the top of my pubes were sticking out a little.  When I turned
around, the loosely fitting shorts displayed some of my ass crack.  You
could see my white ass through the worn parts.  I sat down and felt my ball
sac was next to the rip between the legs--the outfit was complete.

At 11PM I walked on over barefoot.  I felt kind of exhibitionistic even
though no one was around and it was dark.  Had it been daytime, I'd be
exposing myself for sure.  I walked up their steps and knocked.  I heard
the running feet of one of the brothers. Curt answered the door naked.

"Dude, you're naked again?" I asked.

After a lot of laughing, he explained that they had never put any clothes
back on.  My dick stirred.

"Where's Dean?"  "He's asleep; you want me to wake him up?"

 I thought to myself, "That fucker fell asleep on me!"

"No man, it's cool," I answered.

 "You wanna watch TV with us?" Jeff asked.

He mentioned some movie on cable that I hadn't seen, so I agreed out of
boredom.  As usual, they seemed very needy for attention.  They talked my
ear off and were so hyper.   Feeling tired of standing, I sat down on the
couch and to no surprise they sat their naked bodies snugly against mine.
My dick stayed at half-mast against the side of my leg.  I didn't try to
hide it, but I didn't draw attention to it either.

Midway through the first half of the movie, the odor of a fart wafted among
us.

"Fuck guys, who was that?" I asked laughing.

"It was him!" Curt blamed Jeff.

"Uh uh, it was you."

Curt proclaimed, "I can prove it was you, your ass should smell like it
farted!"

Then they both looked at me.

"Dave, check our asses to see who's it is, I can prove my ass don't stink
like it just farted!"

I thought, "What the fuck?"  On a whim, I gave in.

"Smell mine first dude!" Curt said.

I slid forward on the couch and curt bent over and pulled his cheeks
apart.  His pink hole was smooth and round, surrounded by his white
bubble-butt globes.  I pushed my nose close to his hole and sniffed, but
really couldn't smell anything.

"You gotta get closer!"

Curt moved backwards and my nose pushed into his damp crack.  It was a mix
of sweat and farts.  I moved over to Jeff and he spread open for me too.
His smelled identical.  I was sure I was being taken again, but I was
enjoying inspecting their asses.  I told them I needed to double check
again. This time, I rubbed my nose up and down against their holes.  The
multiple rubs caused the oils in their asses to leave a butt smell around
my nostrils after I pulled away.

When I rubbed Curt's the last time, he said to Jeff, "Hey dude that feels
good huh?"  "Yeah it does, let's go do it to each other!"

With that said, they abruptly ran off to their bedroom and I was left alone
with a raging hard on.  I heard some music turn on, Dean finally getting
up?  Suddenly, a groggily looking Dean comes out of his room in with a
small towel wrapped around his waist.  His hair was wet. I'd never heard
the shower turn on.

"Dude, why didn't you wake me up?  Dad let you in?"

"No, your brothers."

"Oh cool.  Come on back."

He let me walk ahead of him.  Halfway down the hall, just past the twins'
room and next to the washing machine and dryer, he pulled off his towel and
rubbed his dick into my shorts.

"Nice shorts man. I wanna see you jog during the daytime in those. Would be
fuckin' hot!"

I opened his door and we slipped inside.  This time there was only the red
light of his large lava lamp.

"I've been craving your ass you know." He said sexily and pulled my shorts
down.

He got on his knees and started sucking me off.  I grabbed his head and
slowly fucked his mouth.

He pulled off and said, "You can do that harder if you want."

I resumed fucking his mouth.  He pulled me harder to him signaling for me
to do it even harder.  I went for it...I grabbed his messy hair in my fists
and pulled his head roughly.  I started fucking the shit out of his mouth.
He moaned and gagged, but I didn't let up.  I felt no mercy and rammed with
all my might.  The more he gagged the more I was turned on.  Soon, I was
spilling seed down his throat.  I didn't let up until the orgasm was way
over, then I let go of him and sat back on his bed.

He slid in next to me and wrapped his arms and legs around me.

"Damn man, you're good.  Want some of mine?"  I just nodded.

I lay flat on my back and he climbed up to me and slid his cock into my
mouth.  I was expecting to be choked like I just did to him, but he only
did a slow, deep throat face fuck.  He pushed his cock in all the way but
never long enough to cause me to gag. After a few minutes of his slow
rhythm, went just a little bit faster.  He was doing pushups over me, but
fucking my mouth on the down stroke.

Eventually, he pulled out his spit lubed cock from my mouth and stood up.
My jaws ached.  A long string of pre-cum dripped from his piss hole to my
lips as he pulled away.  He turned to face the opposite direction and sat
back down--on my face.

"You told me you never had sex before this summer.  So, this will be your
first ass to eat.  Are you game?"

I didn't tell him that I'd just had my nose in his brothers' asses to sniff
them out.  I didn't tell them that the ass scents got me horny.

"I thought you'd never ask." I replied.

He grinned a devilish smirk.  I had no idea what his ass was going to smell
like.  He'd just showered but maybe he didn't wash it.  Dirty or clean, I
wanted it!

He slowly lowered it on to my mouth.   I moved my head some to press my
nose in, I inhaled deeply.  I sniffed deeply and obviously.  It was a mix
of ass smell and soap.

"Oh you like that, huh?"

I loved it.  It smelled like had been sweaty before but had received a
little bit of soapy water--it wasn't terrible scrubbed it was now or never,
so, flicked my tongue across his crack.  Following that, I licked all over
his asshole.  I loved the smoothness of it.  I began to glide my tongue up
and down, over and over, and it drove him crazy.  I imagined a pussy must
feel the same way when eating it to a straight man.

"That's right buddy, lick your brains out."

Licking was great until my tongue began to tire.  Instead of continuing to
lick, my lips puckered onto his anus and I outright sucked his ass lips.  I
created a tight suction and then forced my tongue inside of him.

"Fuck dude, French kiss that hole, yeah."

I sucked and sucked, pretending to even lightly chew on it.  I went for
broke and stuck my tongue up the hole as far as it could go.  His ass was
really tight, so it only went so far, but I loved trying to do it.  He
pulled his cheeks apart to allow me to really drill my way in.  While he
was getting rimmed good in a near-sixty nine position, he moved his head
down to suck my dick.

I had recovered from my earlier orgasm and my cock was hard as if it had
never ejaculated before.  I was getting really hard from his excellent
blowjob skills, but before I got close to cumming again, he stood up.  This
time he turned around but didn't sit on my face, but sat on my cock.  He
stared me dead in the eyes as he lowered himself on me without flinching at
all.  In fact, he kind of forced my cock inside him until his asshole
touched my balls.  The expression on his face was like he was proving how
tough he was by taking my dick in one forceful movement.

Then he moved down to make out with me while he stayed mounted on my cock.
As we kissed, I tasted the remnants of something left over in my mouth,
something pasty and gritty and then it was gone.  I loved the feeling of
him on top of me and knowing part of me was inside of him.  As our pecs
made contact, I felt his smooth skin on mine.  Instead of rings there were
small rods in his nipples that day.  The metal felt chilly against my own
tits.  The room had actually been cool to start with, but the sexual
activity was making both of us damp with sweat.

He began to ride my cock while we made out.  Even though he was getting
fucked, I still felt like he was "topping me" and controlling the
situation.  I felt like I was being held down.  His dominance was a major
turn on.  He tightened his legs and gluts off and on as his sphincter
massaged my shaft.  He really knew how to work my dick just with the
pressure of his ass ring.  His ass felt hot around my cock.  My dick was
being massaged by fucking.

I was feeling spacey and uninhibited as I fucked him, almost drunk
feeling.  He pinned me down and rode me faster and faster.  He dripped a
long drip of spit down into my mouth, which I caught and sucked in with my
own lips.  I opened my mouth for more of his drool.  Hot and warm spit
dripped into my hungry mouth.  His eyes bore into mine with a sinister
looked.  I felt dizzy.

I was almost in a dream state as my orgasm neared.  He bent down and bit
hard onto my left tit, right on the nip, with no mercy.  I started shooting
spurts of cum into his hot ass.  I moaned really loud, not caring if the
twins heard as my hips bucked upward.  Soon, it was over and I felt him
jacking off onto my stomach and chest.  He slowly slid off me with a soft
plop sound.  I still had a major buzz going.

"Fuck man, did you have a pill in your mouth when you kissed me."

"Yeah, two of these." He held up a small prescription bottle.

I was pissed off that he had tricked me into taking some kind of pill, but
I was too relaxed and dizzy at that moment to protest.  I remember him
letting my cum ooze from his hole with a loud spurt into his hand and he
licked it up.  We kissed some more and I don't remember anything much after
that.  The next thing I knew, it was nearly sunrise and I couldn't find my
clothes.

"Dude, wake up!"  I nudged him really hard in the ribs.

"What the fuck man?"

"I need to get my ass home, but can't find my clothes." I said groggily.

"You don't need your shorts...just run out the back door into your house."
He said, eyes closed.

"What if one of our parents drives in at the same time?" I griped. "What if
the door is mysteriously locked again?"

He sat up and looked totally hammered.  He pulled the sheets off the bed.
He looked under it and then under the other bed.  He found my reamed out
shorts wedged between the bed and wall.   I grabbed them hard and started
putting them on.  Just like when I caused the original rip by forcing my
foot in hard, my toes landed in the torn spot and made it bigger.

"Dammit." I said through my teeth.

I stomped out of there bumping into Curt in the hallway.  I opened their
back door, slammed it, and jumped down into my yard.  The shorts were
looser than before and half my ass was exposed.  As I was going up my
steps, their dad drove in and gave me a weird look as he passed.  I must
have looked a sight in those shorts.

Just after I got in the shower, I heard mom come in.  I came out of my room
in some fresh shorts and t-shirt while toweling off my hair.  She gave me a
kiss on the cheek.

"Mornin' baby."

She began to tell me about the crazy night she had while I tried to pay
attention and not looked as messed up as I felt.  Soon, she was off to
drawing a bath to relax in down in her own bathroom.  I poured me some of
her coffee and picked up her laptop on the way back to my room.  I went and
googled the name of the pill that Dean had sneaked into my mouth.  I had
memorized the name of it.  It was a painkiller, but it felt way more potent
than just a painkiller.

- - -

I sat in my room and looked for a game disc in my junk drawer.  I thought
about the things that were disturbed in my room the other night.  I wished
I had a video camera to place in my house while visiting Dean's place.  I
remembered that my mom's laptop had a built-in webcam.  Thinking of the
webcam inspired me for a plan to try to expose Dean, if there was anything
to expose.

That night, after mom went to work, I turned on the laptop's webcam and
placed it in her bedroom window.  I covered up the screen with a towel
leaving only the little webcam visible at the top.  It precariously sat in
the window sill.  To test it, I turned it on and left the bedroom.  With
the porch light on out front, I walked outside and sat on one of the lawn
chairs.  After a couple of minutes, I went back and inside and checked the
video.  It was grainy, but I could see myself and their back window clearly.

With preparations made, I walked over to his place and knocked on the
door.  After knocking twice, I heard the feet of the twins running to the
door racing each other to get there first.  They answered the door out of
breath.  Curt was nude and Jeff had on extremely tight Fruit of the Loom
white briefs, or "tightie-whities" full of holes.

"Is Dean up?" I asked.

"Come in.  He's not up yet.  You wanna watch the match? (There was a
heavyweight boxing game on).

"Sure, sounds like fun." I humored.

I had gone over in a shirt with the sides under the arms cut out and my old
school gym shorts which I had outgrown over the summer.  They fit tightly
on my ass and when I sat down; I felt my dick peeping out the inner leg.
The shirt exposed my sides, ribs, and part of my chest.

I sat back on the couch and Jeff passed me some popcorn.  Curt handed me an
open can of root beer that they had both been drinking out of. It turned me
on to drink after them, our spit mingling.  I lay back and spread my legs
some and let my dick ease out.

"Hey dude, I can see your dick!" Curt laughed.

"So what, I've seen you naked several times."

"Yeah, but you don't like to be naked like we do." Jeff explained.

"Maybe I do sometimes." I said and pulled my penis completely out.

The bell rang on the TV and the next boxing round began.  They forgot about
my dick as fast as they had mentioned it and were caught up in the fight.
They were both yelling at the TV for the fighter that they favored.  They
were very animated and funny.  When Curt stood up again I noticed he was
hard.

"Your dick is hard." I told him.

"He likes that guy's body!" Jeff blurted out.  "So do I!"

Jeff cam and sat next to me.  I put my arm around him in a brotherly way,
like he was my pal.  As he got interested in the fight again, he reached
for my cock and started jacking without looking away from boxing match.
Curt, seeing he was left out, plopped down next to me on the other side, so
I put my arm around him too.  "Take your shirt off!" he shouted.

Taking advantage of the situation, I said, "You guys do it for me."

They each got on their knees on the couch on either side of me and pulled
off the ragged shirt.

"You wanna get nekkid with us?" Curt asked excitedly.

"Sure," I agreed.

I stood up and dropped the shorts.

"So you guys are naked all the time at home?"

"Usually, not always".

I asked, "What does your dad say".

"He doesn't care really...he knows we'll get naked somehow.  He just gets
mad when we jack off in front of him."

I said, "What about Dean.  Does he stay naked all the time?  Do you jack
off with him?"

"He doesn't do it next to us, but likes it when we jack him off." Curt
said.

Jeff interrupted, "But then he gets bitchy and goes back to his room right
after he squirts. Doesn't appreciate it."

"Well I sure appreciated it the other night."

Jeff got all excited, "Oh yeah?"

And then with his short attention span, he changed topics.  "Hey look what
we discovered, and it feels really good!"

Curt jumped onto the old dirty shag carpet and lay flat on the floor. With
his underwear removed, Jeff got on top and they started sucking each other
in a sixty nine position.  I was rock hard and oozing pre-cum on the
couch.  I watched for about ten minutes as they sucked each other's dicks.

"That's hot guys, there's even a more fun thing to do, lick each other's
assholes!"  I said.

Would they dare to try it?  Well, after maneuvering around, there they
were...eating each other out.  I was jacking hard by then.

"Why don't you finger each other's ass?  Yeah, stick your middle finger up
there".

They responded to my coaching and were finger-fucking each other.  I pulled
the pillows off of the couch and lay on the floor next to them, watching
them go at it.  Before I knew it, they turned their attention to me.  As I
lay on my side, Curt lay down and started eating me out.  Jeff began
sucking my dick. It was bigger than he expected and I felt some teeth
scrape.  "Cover your teeth with your lips, dude." I advised.

Soon, he was sucking it good.  His brother's tongue tickled my hole.  I
didn't last long and started shooting my load in Jeff's mouth.  He gulped
it all down.  Feeling liberated and horny after discovering two new sex
buddies, I didn't worry anymore about anything, I went with the flow.

"I want you guys to take turns sitting on my face!"

They argued who was going to be first, and I picked Curt.  He plopped down
on my face in a half squat.  I drove my tongue in as deep as it would go,
but it wasn't far.  He loved it anyway.  He was jacking off while Jeff
straddled my chest, sat there and watched.  I felt small cum drops hit my
tits and knew he was done.  Next, Jeff plopped down like I was a chair and
forced his hole onto my lips.  I sucked his pucker well while he jacked
off.  He smelt kind of gamy down there--but I loved it.  Eating dirty ass
made it sexier!

After a few minutes, he shot his load on me.  They rubbed the cum all over
my chest like it was a lotion.  We lay there piled up on the floor in a
naked heap and watched the rest of the match.  Eventually, they fell asleep
next to me.  I stroked their heads as I relaxed.  Despite their short hair
never being brushed, it was very soft.

I observed that their bodies were moving out of that first stage of
adolescence at which pubic hair was forming, new body areas producing
sweat, dicks growing, etc.  In a year or two, they'd likely be the size of
their brother.  I carefully got up and headed to the back door.  The new
bolder me didn't bother dressing; I just picked up my stuff and walked out
naked as a jaybird.

I tried not to look around or look back as I walked up to my place and went
inside in order to pretend I was unaware of anything different outside, but
I was sure that I heard twigs popping.  This time, I had a house key in my
shoe in case the door was mysteriously locked, but it wasn't.  I went to
the bathroom and took a piss.  I inhaled as the smell of damp cum wafting
up from my crotch and chest.  I didn't plan on washing it off until morning.

I went to kitchen pantry where mom stored wines and booze.  I poured myself
a small shot glass of whisky and walked to her room.  I grabbed the laptop
and took it back to my room and pulled up the web cam's menu.  The movie
I'd made was fifty minutes long and took a while to save.  Once it was
converted, I clicked on the button to play it.  On the playback screen, I
saw nothing for a bit.  At about the time that I had started watching TV
with the guys, their back door slowly opened and a naked Dean tip toed out.

I could only see his silhouette in the dark fuzzy screen.  He moved to the
living room window and was peeping in!  Soon, his arm was moving in a jack
off fashion.  He had been watching us every time!  Likely, he had known his
brothers were going to do something sexual and sat back and watched while
they did their thing!  I could see his shorts drop off and his bare naked
butt flexed as his jacked off.

As mad as I was for his sneakiness, I was turned on.  Obviously, the fucker
never went to get cigarettes those nights and this is why he called me over
to watch them.  He knew good and well that his horny little naked brothers
would try to initiate something.

I'd have to turn the tables on him or find some way to get him back!

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