Date: Sat, 11 Feb 2017 16:20:34 -0600
From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Twisted Next Door Neighbors Pt 3 (Revised)

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Twisted Next Door Neighbors Pt 3

I didn't bother going over to Dean's the new few nights.  I was still mad
after busting him through the use of the camera on my mom's laptop.  It
proved that he was inviting me over in hopes of his brothers initiating
sexual stuff while he watched outside the window of his trailer jacking off.

Instead of hanging out with him, I stayed aloof and spied on him.  Each of
the first two mornings,  I got up early and jogged before sunset.  After
mom got home and went to bed, I left my house from the back door and crept
around Dean's house in the woods.  I happened to own some jogging shorts
and a tshirt with camouflage print--so I wore that into the wood and lurked
into the trees beyond the clearing full of his exercise stuff.

Each time he came around 11ish wearing only a pair of shorts and tennis
shoes with no socks.  His workout began started with chin ups followed by
miscellaneous exercises to work on his arms.  He used the mat for sit ups
and let his semi hard dick fall out of the leg of his shorts. After that he
got naked and worked out with a jump rope.  His dick and low hanging balls
bounced all over the place.  I had my hand in my shorts the entire time
admiring his beautiful naked body.

His hair wasn't long, but was cut at some crazy angles--short on one side
with one part that could hang over his eyes.  It was brown.  His body hair
was a semi-dark brown.  He barely had any hair on his upper body, just some
around the nips and a tiny patch on his stomach.  The rest of his upper
body was pretty much hairless except for his pits.  It was interesting that
he was nearly hairless above the waist yet his armpits were furry.

While he wasn't muscular in a bulky way like a body builder, he was toned
with no body fat.  He had sexy, smooth feet.  Unlike his upper body, his
lower body was hairy.  His legs we hairy and his bush was thick.  All in
all, it was a perfect combination.  I was tempted to yell out that I was
there so I could push him down and fuck him!

His sexy pale, white body would be drenched in sweat by the time he was
done.  His workout didn't last but about 45 minutes each time.   When he
was done, he stretched and then sat there staring into the distance.  I
kept myself hidden and quiet as I pondered the sad and lonely expression on
his face.  Why did he look so troubled?  It made me want to hug him.

After I was sure that he was gone, I would leave and take a curved route
through the woods back to the main road.  My trail was on the opposite side
of the trailer park through the forested side.  I had to watch out for
snakes and thorny briar bushes (not to mention poison ivy).  After I got
out on the main road, I'd jog back into the park and go into my place
through the back door.

Just after mom left on the second night of avoiding Dean, I crept out the
back door, and hopped over the wire fence and sat on a stump in the dark.
I left a few curtains open with bright lights on, but no porch light.  As I
watched my house from the bushes, Dean stepped out around midnight.  He
smoked on the back steps of his place in his shorts.

Then he got up and slowly walked up to my window and peeked in the
partially opened curtain.  I'd left my room dark on purpose, but left music
playing loudly.  He casually walked around to each window and after seeing
nothing, he went back inside. I quickly hopped back over the fence and into
my back door.

- - -

The next mobile home down from us opposite of Dean had been empty most of
the time since I'd moved there.  The old lady that mom knew before I moved
there had been put in an old folks' home and was likely not coming back.
That meant that I'd have a chance to jack off behind my house again.  I
wondered if I would draw Dean's attention.  After I had watched Dean snoop
around my windows, I waited `til nearly midnight and I walked naked out of
my back door.

I left the door totally open so there would be no chance of accidentally
locking it. I had a key in my shoe too.  Wearing only sneakers, I walked up
onto the covered porch of the old lady's house and played with my cock.  It
felt good to be naked.  I sat there in the moonlight naked stroking my dick
for a long time. When I was about to cum, I heard the sound of a car
driving on the gravel road.  I hauled ass back into my place and shut the
door.  I watched out the window and no car came...it was one of the neighbors
up by the main road coming home late.  I panicked for no reason!

I wondered if Dean had been lurking around watching me.  I had no idea, but
the idea that he was stalking me was sexy in dark way.  It made me feel
good to know someone thought I was hot enough to spy on.  So, on the third
evening of my venture, I sat out in my yard and watched Dean's house.  I
heard music in the back and figured Dean was getting stoned alone.

When I looked in the window I saw the twins playing video games naked.
After a few minutes, I heard footsteps creaking in their floor and thought
Dean was about to come out of the back door.  Instead, I saw him go pass
the twins and into the kitchen.  He had nothing on and his dick was semi
hard.  He came back to their dad's chair and plopped down.  I heard him
yell something out and one of the twins put their game controller down and
went to him.  Curt started jacking him off while Dean just sat there with a
vacant stare at the ceiling.

I grabbed my dick inside my shorts and started jacking off, too.  Soon,
Dean was shooting cum on his own belly.  Curt moved up to lick every bit of
it off.  Immediately after, Curt waited for his play in the video game and
went to playing...laughing and shouting at the TV monitor.  Dean just got up
and walked back to his room.  Jeff started idly playing with his own dick
while it was Curt's turn to play, but he didn't cum.   I had no shirt on
and let my shorts drop to my bare feet.  Now I was naked.  I was jacking
fast and getting ready to shoot a load when car lights flashed in the
drive.  I cursed out loud and went back into to my house.

Like before, it was a false alarm.  I should know that no one was ever
going to drive to the end of our gravel road when there was plenty of space
to turn around in the middle.  Still horny, I walked down to mom's room and
watched out of her windows in the dark.  I was about to give up when I
heard their back door open.

The door opened and closed as Dean popped out.  He was still naked!  I
tiptoed toward  the living room and stopped by the washing machine and
grabbed some socks.  That's all I had on as I went to the living room.  I
sat there watching TV on the couch where all the lights were on the curtain
was open.  When I was sure he had seen where I was at, I played with my
tits.  Next, I squeezed my balls and twisted them around while I played
with the head of my dick for about fifteen minutes.  I saw the silhouette
of his head outside of the window but pretended to be oblivious.  I was so
turned on knowing that he was watching me.

I put my socked on the coffee table and spread my legs.  I had on the kind
that went up way past my calves and were topped with a few colored
stripes.  They made my legs look more muscular.  I wiggled my toes in them
and relished in my mostly naked state.

I sucked on my middle finger to get it all wet. Then, I slid it deep into
my asshole.  It felt really good.  I pulled it out and sucked on it before
sticking it back in again.  I was soon finger fucking myself like crazy.
One hand was doing that, the other massaging my dick.  I let spit drool
from my mouth to my dick now and then to keep it lubricated.  Soon, I
graduated to two fingers, three, and then all four.  I was fantasizing that
Dean was in the living room fucking me on my couch.

When I couldn't take edging any more (coming so close to shooting and then
stopping), I finally let it blast with a vengeance.  I shot such an intense
load.  Some even landed on the coffee table!  I lay there licking my
fingers of one hand while rubbing some cum onto my balls with the other. I
always loved to stroke my nuts after I came.  After I was relaxed, I turned
out the lamp as if I was going to go clean up.

Instead, I looked out the window where he'd been watching and saw his
shadowy figure walking away.  I went to my bedroom and feel asleep after
the buzz of jacking for him eased away.  That night I dreamt that he was
fucking me in a grocery store on the soup aisle while others shopped on
either neighboring aisle.  People were smiling at us and some men were
stopping to jack off and watch us.  When he finished cumming in my  ass I
was totally naked and everyone cheered.  That's all I remember of the dream.

- - -

The next morning, I pretended to sleep in while mom came home and ate
breakfast.  I kind of didn't want to chat a lot.  I was obsessed with
watching Dean's activities and didn't want to be bothered while I was
preoccupied with it.  I kept watching out of my at the gravel drive.  I was
waiting for their dad to come home.  I wanted to know what his part was in
their messed up sexual activity, if any.  Maybe he was aware but left them
on their own.  The twins had talked about jacking off in front of their dad
and him getting annoyed with it.

Just the fact that they tried to do that and he simply got irked fueled
fantasies in my head. I wondered if they all lay around the house naked
doing all kinds of sexual stuff.  I was obsessed with finding out what was
going on in there.  It was on my mind all day.

- - -

Mom had gone to sleep and their Dad's truck wasn't there yet, so I went
outside and pretended to clean out mom's car.  Our driveway was right next
to theirs.  Soon enough, their dad's huge pickup come barreling down the
drive and into their parking spot.  As he got out, I nodded "hello".

"How's it going?" he asked

"Not too bad, mom's making me clean out her car and wash it."

That was a total lie; for I'd told my mom I'd wash her car soon, but hadn't
planned to do it that morning.

"That's a nice car," he said.

He had a playful look in his eye.  He walked over to me I introduced
myself.  We shook hands and he started asking me if it what year the car
was, questions about  the engine, etc.  Some of it I knew, the rest I had
no idea.  He was genuinely friendly, ruggedly handsome, but looked really
tired. I told him I was Dean's friend and we'd been hanging out.  He told
me to call him Jim.

After our small talk, he said had to go hit the sack so he could get some
sleep so he could enjoy the weekend with his boys.  He went on inside and I
kept on cleaning mom's car to continue the charade.  After it was detailed,
I went ahead and got out the water hose and washed it.  I was getting very
hot under the late morning sun, so I squirted water up in and let it rain
down on me.  I'd already pulled off my shirt and was wearing just my baggy
wet shorts.  The material felt heavy and the shorts slid further down to my
hips.

Just as I was done drying the outside of the car with a towel, I noticed
Dean on his steps.  Despite my initial anger over his antics, I wanted to
hang out with him again.  I actually enjoyed his company and I especially
liked having sex with him.  I wiped up water and sweat off my body and
nodded hello to him.

I walked up to him and sat next to him on the steps.

Look at you, you all-American hot fuckin' piece of meat!" he said quietly
and kind of sexily.  "You don't know how hot you really are, huh?"

"What?" I asked and squinted from the sun.

"Don't play dumb.  You wear t-shirts and jeans, don't dress up ever when
you go out with you mom.  You have an average haircut that any barber could
do yet your god damn handsome in a rough way.  You're not shy but you're
not cocky.  Those traits flatter you.  I bet those bitches at school are
gonna all be hot for you."

It was the most he'd ever said at one time without a breath.  He stared
away and flicked his cigarette on the concrete slab and stepped on it with
his flip flop.  He seemed melancholy.  I was about to ask him if he was
feeling okay, but then the monsters came running out the back door with
skateboards in hand and ran to the main road to use them.

The interruption kind of lightened things up.  He lost the somber
expression as we walked to the road and watched Curt and Jeff skate
around.  There weren't many cars around and we kept an eye out for them.
Dean made them stay on the shoulder of the road.

"Too bad dad won't let me drive, or I'd drive them into town to the skate
park.  Maybe dad will take us this evening.  Your eyes will bug out when
you see all skater meat there--there's dudes our age there."

"Is that where your dad takes you guys on the weekend?  I've seen you all
jump in the truck with skateboards and shit."

"Yeah, we do the same old shit all the time."

He sounded bored.

"Speaking of dad, I saw you out here flirting with him this morning." He
said in a matter of fact manner.

Just as I was beginning to protest, he grinned big and started laughing.
The slight gap in his front teeth made his smile even sexier.

"You dumbass!" I laughed.

"Yeah, but I thought I saw a woody in those shorts when he shook your
hand.  You don't think my dad's hot?"

Before I could react, Curt skidded and rolled into the ditch.  Dean hurried
over to him to help.

"You ok bro?"  He made him pull his shoe off to look at his foot.  It was
actually very sweet seeing him be attentive to them for the first time.

"I don't think you sprained it, but you need to lay off it for the day.
Let's go back and play some Madden." he told them.

I followed them back to their place and we all played video games into the
afternoon.  Eventually, I heard the sound of water (you can hear everything
in a mobile home).  It was his dad up and taking a shower. I had hoped that
one of the twins was going to be naked that afternoon, but maybe with their
dad home things were different.  Soon after, Jim came walking into the
living room rubbing his head with a towel.  Before I saw but a tiny glimpse
of naked body he quickly covered himself.  He tucked the small towel around
him.  It was barely big enough to fit around him.  Under the tuck below his
left hip I could see his upper bare leg.  The towel just barely covered his
crotch by a few inches.

"Oh hey, I didn't know anyone was here."  That was his only apology.

He went to the kitchen and turned on the coffee maker and sat down at the
table reading a newspaper, still in just his towel.  Dean scooted closer to
me on the couch and whispered, "I bet if you turn around and look just
right, you can see up his towel!"

He spoke too low for his dad to hear, but my face flushed red and hot.  I
bumped him on the elbow with my own.  I heard a devilish snicker out of
him.  After about fifteen minutes, his dad went back to his bedroom.  He
emerged a few minutes later dressed in tight jeans, cowboy boots, and a
tight blue pocket t-shirt.  He looked fuckin hot, like a cowboy almost.
His jeans looked painted on.

I felt Dean's gaze watching me watching his dad--not in jealousy, but in
amusement.

"Hey guys, let's go run to the mall to finish getting y'all's school
stuff.  You wanna go with us Dave?"

I was glad to get away for once and accepted their offer.  I woke up mom to
tell her I was going with them and she put on her long robe to go out and
meet Jim.  He was moving stuff out of the back seat of the truck for all of
us to fit in when she came out.  He took off his cap to speak with her and
was very friendly.  Dean and I sat next to the truck as they spoke.

"Dad's kind of checkin' your mom out."

I rolled my eyes--I was now used to his remarks and ignored it.  Mom waved
at me signaling to go ahead.  I was kind of embarrassed that she had to
meet Dean's dad first.  Hell, I was 16, not a kid.  Even worse she had to
come out in house shoes and that grandma type of robe.

- - -

We drove for about thirty minutes to the nearest mall.  Once there, Dean
and I walked about on our own while their dad shopped with the twins for
school clothes.  Ironically, I found myself scoping out his dad's package
and round ass just like Dean jokingly accused me.  He looked to be a little
older than mom's age, around 45 years old or so I guessed. I'd never
checked out old dudes before, but something struck me about him.

As we shopped, we checked out stores that I'd never been into or would
never go into alone.  These were the type that had all kinds of trendy
stuff like semi-Goth, punk stuff, skater wear, etc.  I was bored, frankly,
and told Dean I was going to the CD store across the way.  Soon enough, he
found me there with two bags of clothes courtesy of his dad's credit card.

We stopped at yet another clothing store, so I escaped into a Spencer's
store to kill time while he looked for more stuff to wear.  Spencer's
stocked things like lava lamps, black lights, and a lot of games and gifts
geared for adults.  My favorite part was the psychedelic posters that
glowed under the black lights.

Dean caught up with me in the section with posters where it was really dark.

"I have a strobe light.  I'll turn it on the next time I fuck your ass
good."

He said that in a regular volume so that the guy at the counter and a
customer that was our age heard every word and stared.  I was mortified and
just walked off.  Dean winked at the younger guy and followed me out.  As
he passed the two dudes he blurted out, "Actually he's gonna fuck me!"

I stomped off until we were away from the store.

"What the fuck?" I said, my chest pushing him a glass wall.

People in the neighboring store stared.

"I was just trying to shock them, that's all."

I walked off mad.  What was supposed to be a fun trip out went from a
boring to infuriating experience.

"Ok man, calm down."

I kept walking angrily.  I got ahead of him and heard him walking fast to
keep up.

 "I'm sorry dude!  Just wait up!"

I stopped and let him catch up.  I turned to face him.  No one was around us

"Tonight, I'm gonna make it up to you.  I'm gonna let you take it out on me
any way you want and as hard as you want."

The twisted motherfucker was manipulating me again.  He knew my dick
ruled.  I just shrugged and pretended to be indifferent, but inside I was
thinking, "FUCK YEAH!"

- - -

Needless to say, after that, things did lighten up.  We stuck together,
stayed out of clothes stores, and just looked at fun stuff.  We both were
interested in sports, movies, and music, and found stores to occupy us
until we had to meet up with his dad again.

The mall was chock full of fuckin' fine guys everywhere.  Funny, although
he was into dick, he wasn't even looking around at them like I was.  He was
watching me watch dudes.  I had to try hard not to crane my neck back and
look at all of the teenage eye candy in view.

We passed a dull looking store that had very conservative clothes. The guy
working there looked bored and dull, too.  Dean walked into the store just
ahead of me.

"Dude, no more clothes shopping, please!"  I begged.

He grinned devilishly and said, "Pretend to be shopping with me and hang
out over in that corner."

He motioned to a section of drab dress socks.  He grabbed a sweater and
headed into the fitting rooms before the lone sales guy could tend to him.
Unfortunately, the clerk came over to me

"Sir, is there something special you're looking for?"

I know I looked out of place.  I looked like a simple t-shirt and jeans
guy, maybe a jock.  Not someone who would shop there.

"Uh," I stammered, "I'm just looking around."

"Very well," he sighed.

He stood at attention anyway, making me nervous.  Maybe he thought we were
shoplifting?  Suddenly, Dean came a few feet out of the dressing room
wearing just the baggy sweater.  It barely covered his ass and dick.  It
was like an oversized, fat man's sweater.  The passerby would not have seen
any dick, balls, or ass, but you could see Dean was shirtless through the
huge arm holes of the sleeveless sweater.  It looked like a huge dress.

I was a little turned on, but mostly was trying to not burst out laughing.
Dean had a confused look on his face.

"Does this come in my size?" he asked with fake concern.

The guy had a stunned look on his face for sure.  I was nearly in tears.

"I'll check, sir.  I'll bring it to you in the dressing room."

"Ok cool!"

The guy walked to the sweaters and pulled another size off of the shelf.
When he got to the fitting room where dean was at, the sales clerk shyly
walked up to the wood door and knocked.

"I have your size, sir."

I stood close by as Dean opened the door, exposing his totally nude body.
The guy blushed as Dean handed him the huge size and exchanged it for the
small one.

"Can you get my friend," he asked the guy.  "I need his opinion on if this
fits."

He said through the door after it was closed.  I went up to the door and
Dean opened it and pulled me in.  He was naked except for his socks.  In a
loud voice, he said, "How does this look baby?"

Trying to not laugh, I said, "Honey, it makes your ass look big!"

"Well fuck." He answered as he quickly dressed.

Before the guy could call security, we were out of the dressing room with
Dean fully dressed.  On our way out Dean saluted the salesman.

"Cheers, thanks!"

We quickly strolled out and away into the mall laughing hysterically.

- - -

It was time for us to meet their dad and the twins in the food court as
we'd agreed to do earlier.  Once there, Jim bought me lunch and we all had
a good time joking and laughing.  It was the first time I'd seen the twins
so well behaved.  It was weird to see Dean fully dressed.  As we laughed
and horsed around, I noticed Jim looking at me in a certain way--or was I
just paranoid.  When I made eye contact him finally, he winked slyly at me.

After we ate, we took on the tedious task of buying school supplies at
Walmart.  I had already bought mine with mom.  So I walked around with Dean
to find his folders and stuff.  After all shopping was done, Jim treated us
all to a movie.  I used Jim's phone to call mom and let her know what I was
doing.

A few hours later, I was very tired but content.  My belly was full of both
pizza and movie popcorn.  I felt sleepy as we rode home.  The twins rode on
the huge front seat with their dad and I sat in the smaller back seat area
with Dean.

The sun had just gone down and it was dark in the truck except for the dash
lights.  Jim had country music playing on a CD.  He asked me something that
I couldn't hear, so I moved leaned forward to hear him better and answer
his question.  He was asking me what I thought about the Rangers' last
game.  Just when I started answering him, my tshirt rode up in the back.  I
felt Dean's hand slide down the back of my pants!

I flinched but tried to not react in front of his dad.  Before I slid back,
Dean's hand had slipped all the way down my crack and his middle finger had
touched my warm hole.  As fast as he slid it in, he slid it out.  As I sat
back and angrily stared at him, he took that middle finger and put it under
his nose and inhaled with his eyes closed.

In the light of the last street lights, he winked at me and sucked on his
finger.  From there on, the scenery turned rural again and it was
completely dark outside.  I said nothing the rest of the way home.  I
stewed angrily as we drove through the countryside.  Finally we entered the
trailer park and dust flew up everywhere.

Jim parked and we all got out.  Bags were unloaded and sorted out.  I told
his dad thanks again for the movie and lunch.  I made my way to our yard
and before I got too far, Dean ran up behind me.

"Come over after my dad goes to bed.  I'll email you."

My still had one more night to work before she was off, so I would be able
to sneak over on that Saturday night.  Despite Dean pissing me off several
times that day, I was horny and needed sex from him badly.  I went home and
visited with mom until she had to leave.  An hour later, I hovered over her
laptop and watched for Dean's email.  It finally came at 11:30pm.  His
email said, "Come as you are, don't shower."

I was getting used to Dean's fetish for body smells, so I put on my
dirtiest unwashed socks and old tennis shoes.  I still had on the same
jeans and tee from our trip to the mall.  While he liked for me to be
musky, I wasn't sure what I thought about that. His preference for me to
not wash contradicted with his own hygiene.

Some days he had reeked of cologne, lotions, or bath gel...but then some days
worked out and sat around all day in his funky stink.  I guess neither of
those bothered me.  Funny, when you're hot for someone, they can stink and
you are turned on anyway.

He was waiting at his open back door.  He had on some baby blue underwear
that looked a size too small for him.  As soon as we got to his room, I
smelled cologne or perfume.  Music was softly playing and a green light
bulb was in his lamp.  The lamp was moved to the top of the headboard next
to a small black box.  He rolled over on the bed and clicked his remote.
The CD player switched to some industrial, slow dance music with a sinister
feel.

"Let's have a drink," he said.

I could see a bottle of some kind of booze on the floor in the dark. He
picked up a small shot glass that was already filled and handed it to me.
Under his seductive stare, I took the shot glass and swallowed its contents
in a single swallow.

"Yuck, what the fuck is that?" I complained.

"Jägermeister, it's a '``digestif'''."

I just stared with a confused look.  It tasted like cough medicine. He then
poured a shot for himself and swallowed it whole.

"Digestif means a drink served after a meal.  This one is flavored with
herbs and spices."

I really couldn't care less about its usage.  It was foul.  However, after
just a few minutes after drinking it, I started feeling funny. I knew this
was not a simple buzz from booze.  I'd sneaked shots of my parents' booze
before.

"What's in this...or was it in mine only?  As I sat their feeling calmer but
slightly dizzy, he began undressing me, leaving my socks and underwear on.

"I'll tell you later."

He turned on a strobe light and turned off the lamp.  He handed me a bottle
of water and told me drink it all.  I was feeling thirsty anyway, so I
guzzled it.  I soon was feeling a weird mix of euphoria, energy, and
increase of my senses.  The flashing light was disorienting.  We rolled on
the bed together and began to make out. While I came over with a days worth
of muskiness, he was shower fresh.  In fact, he smelled really good.

I could smell his shampoo from the shower-damp hair that hung over his
forehead brushed against my nose.  He moved to stuck his tongue in my ear
and sucked on the earlobe.  I could hear him sniffing my dirty hair.  He
pulled off my shirt and stuck his nose in my left pit and sniffed long and
hard.  He began eating out my pit as I lay back on the bed loving it.  He
soon moved over to my right pit and sucked my tits on the way over.

My mind was reeling as he moved down and licked all over my stomach and
tongued my navel (which made me squirm).  As he moved down to the other end
of the bed, his face went to my socks and started sniffing them.

"MMMMM." Was all I heard.

My socks were still damp from my shoes.  I knew they really  stank.  He
slowly peeled each one off and huffed my feet as the fabric became unstuck
from my skin.  I wiggled my toes, enjoying their freedom after wearing
shoes all day. Then he started making out with my feet.  Talk about
squirming, that was an overload of ticklish sensations.  No one had ever
touched my feet before but me, save a shoe salesman.  He sucked each toe
sensually before going to the next. He licked the toe lint from between
each toe as he went...then moved to the other foot.

After the toe bath, he crammed five toes into his mouth at once while
massaging my feet.  He alternated all toes in the mouth thing as his magic
hands worked wonders on my arches and balls of my foot.  At that moment, I
was content to have my feet worked on and didn't care if I shot a load or
not.  My cock had remained erect the whole time he was touching me.  I
noticed his feet next to head.  So in a sixty nine position for foot
worship, I pulled his feet next to my face.  They smelt like an herbal
lotion.

To return the favor, I started sucking his toes.  As I started enjoying the
sensation of his perfectly smooth feet on my tongue, I got even harder.  It
was my first time also to ever touch another person's feet.  I hadn't
realized they could be so sex.

After my feet were worked over well, he told me to lift my ass so he could
pull my boxers off.  I arched my middle body to allow him space to pull
them off.  It was one of the rare instances I wore underwear in the
summer.  I knew they couldn't be very fresh after being in them all day.
Once off, he sniffed the ass of them followed by the crotch.

"I might keep these for a while dude."

He carefully rolled them up and placed them on the bed's headboard.  I
heard the CD changer click and move to the next CD.  It was a trip hop
band.  I just lay there smiling and said, "OK."  All was good with the
world and I was on cloud nine.  He pulled my legs apart and scooted down
between them lying on his belly.

 He moved his head in and around my nut sack, sniffing the area between my
leg and nuts.

"Dude, did you know that you always smell different on one side of your
balls than the other?"  I laughed at his observation.

"No really, check this out."

He rubbed his fingers down in the cleavage of my balls and leg, one hand's
fingers on each side of my nuts.  He brought them up to my face.

Smell this first."  I sniffed and it was the usually ball sac smell.

"Now this."

His left fingers smelled like combination of a sour smell, jizz, and some
other unknown odor.  He was right.  "I love the smell of the left side."

He swiped his both hands back and forth all over that one side until it was
starting to feel raw.   Then he rubbed his hands all over his nose and
around his mouth.

"Now I can smell you all night."

I grabbed his head and started to roughly kiss him.  My energy levels were
rising and I was feeling aggressive, but happy.  I started roughhousing
with him like his brothers had done before, sort of "play wrestling".  He
didn't fight back and he let me hold him down.

"You like being pinned down?" I asked, all hyper.

"Yeah baby! You like being rough with me huh?" he answered.

I just laughed and pushed his arms down hard and kissed all over his neck
and face.  Besides my testicle musk, he had on cologne that was almost
floral.  I was getting in a horny frenzy and knew what I wanted.  I roughly
rolled him over and tried to pull off his little blue boyish looking
underwear.  They almost looked like little boys underwear.  I kept trying
to pull them over his round, sexy ass, but they were on skin tight.
Finally, I just went for it and in a violent movement, I stuck my hand
under the leg opening under his ass check and pulled until they ripped.  I
pulled the fabric hard leaving a huge hole in the back.

That was all I needed.  I spit into his hot ass and sucked on his tight ass
lips for about a minute or two, spitting lots of saliva into the hole,
fingering it open.  He was moaning.  When I was satisfied it was lubed, I
pushed my dry dick into his ass.  His body flinched, but didn't say a
word.  I suspected I didn't lube myself good enough but I didn't give a
fuck.

I pinned his arms down forcefully again and started fucking him hard. My
long, hard, deep strokes felt amazing. In fact, everything felt amazing.  I
was so elated.  As I was ramming my cock in and out of his ass, Dean was
biting his pillow, muffling his groans into its stuffing.  I twisted his
arms roughly and held them down. My fucking bordered on violence as I
aggressively banged his butt.

I was in ecstasy and wanted it to go on forever, but I didn't last long at
all.  I was soon shooting spurt after spurt of teenage cum into his
bowels.  As I was cumming, his ass was tightening and gripping me even more
as it felt like he was humping his bed through the tiny underwear.

I collapsed on him, both of us covered in sweat.  I wondered if he was ok,
yet I was so into my own feelings I didn't ask. I was feeling a weird mix
of being carefree and empathetic; worried about him then not caring for
anything but my buzz.  As we lay there, my

As he turned off the strobe light, I was daydreaming in the dark.  My dick
remained semi-hard, but still inside him.  I moved to pull out, but he
stopped me.

"Don't move.  Stay there."  He almost sounded like he was going to cry.  I
felt a wash of emotion sweep over myself  like an exaggerated protective
feeling.  I lay my head back down against his.  Despite being sweaty, he
still smelled like fragrances.  I tried to reach under him and grab his
dick and found the crotch of his briefs soaked with cum.  He'd somehow come
by grinding his crotch into the bed.  I kissed him on the cheek.  The damp
feeling of his body next to mine was making me fully erect again.  The
strobe had been turned off, so the only lights were those blinking on the
stereo and CD player.  The colors reminded me of Christmas lights.

"Can I fuck you again? I whispered.

"Yeah.  But do this one slowly."

I moved up a little to reposition myself and rearranged our position.  I
pushed my dick all the way in and began a nice doggie style fuck.  I pulled
the fabric of the underwear here and there ripping off material until only
the waistband was left.  I looked over at the clock and it was 3:10am.
Where did the time go?  I felt like I'd been here there an hour or so
only.  I spit on my hand and was slowly jacking him off and fondling his
balls as I did some slow grooving fuck moves.

His rectum was full of cum and provided a perfect, smooth lube.  I wasn't
trying to build up to an orgasm this time.  I just kept mellowing out and
enjoyed the slow fuck.  He was enjoying the same. He was the first to come
again.  He jacked for a while before he started coming on his sheets.
After he came, he collapsed on the bedk pulling me with him.

"Keep doing it." Was all he said.

I kept on burying my cock into his sweet ass, in and out.  I'd nearly pull
all the way out then slide back down to my pubes.  I looked over towards a
huge framed poster on his wall.  The scant light was enough for me to see a
sideways view of me on top of him in the reflection on the glass.  The
image in the reflection was very pornographic.  Two naked boys fucking.  It
was as if I was watching someone else fucking.  I humped him faster and
faster.  I pressed my face against his cool damp neck and kissed it.  I
started cumming.

Although my load was less, the 2nd orgasm was more intense. After my last
stroke, I collapsed.  I saw the clock said 4:20am.  Whatever he gave me was
wearing off.  I was then feeling a little anxious and thirsty as fuck.  I
got up drowsily and found another bottle of water in the corner.  He was
dozing.  I drank it all and had the urge to take a piss.  I hadn't gone for
hours.  I didn't see my shorts right away, so I pulled on a pair of his
that I found on the floor.  I sneaked out into the hallway and into the
bathroom.  After quietly closing the door and flicking on the light,  I
took a good, long piss.

I looked over at the shower and it was full of shower gels, different
shampoos, soaps, etc.  The counter was full of lotions, shaving cream, and
other mysterious tubes.  In comparison, my shower contained a single bar of
Lifeguard soap, store brand shaving cream, and a razor.  The only other
item had besides those was toothpaste and a toothbrush.

I saw a loofa sponge on the side of the tub.  Funny how there was so much
primping stuff in his bathroom yet he wore little to no clothes and never
brushed his hair.  Still, it must have belong to him because all that stuff
surely didn't belong to his brothers.

I finished pissing and shook off the last drops.  Like most guys, I just
wiped my hands on my shorts and flushed.  I went back in Dean's room and
found my shoes.  I turned out the light and left quietly. Once outside, the
warm air hit me in the face with a shock as I stumbled back to my house.  I
dug my key out of my shoe and went on inside.  I took a hot shower and
after drinking nearly a gallon of water, I was soon sleeping.  When mom
came home, I got up to say good morning but my stomach was a wreck.

I felt a little nauseous and my neck and shoulders were achy.  I was still
thirsty.  The last twenty four hours ran through my mind.  The afternoon
and evening with their family had been kind of fun despite a few irritating
moments at the mall.  The sex we had later had been fantastic, but really
weird.  After every experience with him, I was left with more questions.

- - -

The weeks that followed were pretty much the same routine.  I would laze
around all day waiting for mom to wake up, we'd visit and eat, then she'd
go to work.  After it got dark, I would go jogging for several miles.  Dean
began taking nightly jogs after I called him a lazy fucker.  Sweaty sex
followed our exercise and then we sat around half the night listening to
music, eating, playing video games, or just being bored.

Over the weeks, I began to get really used to his company .  During our
chats, he would ask me questions about myself, but really never offer any
info about himself.  Anyway, it was still cool hanging out with him.  He
loved analyzing me and quizzing me about my favorite things.  He asked
about my family, why my folks divorced, why I moved out of dad's place,
etc.  Still he wouldn't tell me anymore about himself or his family.  He
was cute, sexy, smart, but very one-sided in conversations.

Sexually, he wasn't one-sided.  He loved getting fucked and servicing me
just as much as receiving the same.  Our sex was pretty much the same for
those few weeks.  However, I learned that when you get used to him acting a
certain way, he'd totally change things.

One evening during August, things we had another argument.  We were out
jogging as usual just after midnight.  All felt good and comfortable.  It
was the usual hot night.  Our run started at our trailer park on the
two-lane country road and we jogged the same path as usual.  Along the way
there would be houses in the distance.   The homes were mostly set several
acres off the road and were accessed by gravel or dirt road.  Some had big
gates, some were totally open.  Each was surrounded by empty land or very
small bits of farming, stables, etc.  Beyond them all was the forest.

We'd jog five miles and then turn down a smaller road that was fully
forested on both sides.  It had a few hills.  You rarely saw a car at night
on the main road, but on the smaller road we never saw any cars.  The tiny
two lane road ended with a turnaround where we stopped and took a breath
before running back the opposite way.  Some nights we ran just half that
distance. Once a week, though, we ran that full eight mile run.  We'd often
race on our way back home.  He usually won with his longer and faster legs.

That one night, as we were nearing the smaller road to do the eight mile
run, Dean fell back somewhat behind me instead of running next to me.  I
heard his feet slow down some then start up again.  Then he was running
right next to me again--naked!

"What the fuck man?"  I was laughing but kind of shocked.

"Where are your shorts?"

"We'll find them later.  It's fucking 90 degrees at night, that's too
fucking hot to have anything on.  No one is around.  We never see any
cars!"  He said out of breath.

"Yeah, but I'm sure someone can see from the road.".

"It's too dark man.  You should try it!:"

We both stopped and got our breath at the turnaround spot.  I dug the way
his body glistened in what little light there was from the stars over the
road.

"Come on man, don't be a pussy, take'em off!"

His eyes were still able to possess me in the starlight.  I did as he said
and pushed them down and they fell to the ground.

"I'll carry them for you!"

I handed him the shorts and he took off running.  I ran faster to keep up
with him, but he was a damn fast runner.  Soon we were running side by side
again and I was just looking forward, enjoying the freedom of being naked
outdoors.  It was very thrilling knowing that at any time  a car or truck
might come up the road.  We had about three miles or so to go and I noticed
that we'd passed the spot that he'd tossed his own shorts.  I looked down
at his hands and my shorts were gone too!  I stopped running again and
pulled his arm to brake him quickly. He nearly stumbled onto the blacktop.

"Goddammit!" he yelled.

"Don't Goddammit me, fucker, where's my shorts?"

"Dude, we'll go find them tomorrow, why are you so uptight?  You're always
so safe and practical!  You won't ever do anything spontaneous unless I nag
you into it."

"What?" I asked in disgust.  "I'm always doing crazy shit that you start.
I'm not the one that sneaked prescription meds into my drink or later gave
me Ecstasy by tricking me to drink a shot. You drugged my twice you nut.
You're a crazy sonofabitch!"

He just started laughing, trying to make light of it.

"Dude, I'm going back for my shorts.  Fuck you!" I yelled.

He tried to stand in my way and I pushed him.  He was about to hit back and
I had my fist raised.  I almost punched him in the mouth!

"Whatever, man." He said.

He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders.  He began jogging naked
towards home and was gone.  I walked back in the dark looking everywhere
for either of our shorts.  I was sure I had passed where he must have
dropped his.  I walked into the ditch full of rough weeds, mud, and god
knows what else. Nothing.  I figured I'd better haul ass home and find some
way to get back to my place undetected.  The trek back was stressful.  I
ran fast to hurry up, but midway through, headlights came over the slight
hill and I panicked.

I jumped  into some bushes and lost my balance and fell down into a
ravine.  My back was all scratched up from branches of dead brush. Despite
that, I was able to hide from the truck.  I nervously got back on the road
and hauled ass.  A mile from home, I ran into the same field that me and
the twins had looked for the snakes in so that I could get off of the road.

As I walked slower and got my breath back, several cars passed on the
road.  Oddly enough, I got a hard on.  It was a turn on to be naked in view
of passing vehicles.  I could see them but they couldn't see me.  I loved
that thought.  I understood what the twins had talked about now, but they
were more brazen to try it during the day.  I walked with a bouncing hard
dick through the last of the weeds up to the wire fence behind my place.

Once over the fence, I walked casually.  Used to the nudity by now, I sat
right on my lawn chair and jacked off.  I wondered if he was watching me.
I really didn't care, I was still mad.  All the small things that had irked
me over the weeks built up to that explosion earlier. I had been mad enough
to punch him.  After I shot my load, I took a piss on the side of his house
and went inside.

The next morning was awkward when mom got home.  Sitting there shirtless,
she saw the raw scrapes and scratches up and down my back.  I lied and said
a car came by during my job and nearly ran me off the road. That explained
my injuries.  She wanted to call the cops and report it, but I calmed her
down and convinced her that I had no way to see the license plate or
anything.  She finally let off.

I took a short walk down the road the next morning and didn't find our
shorts anywhere.  Both were light colored and should have stood out in the
heat-dried yellow weeds.  I started itching that morning and soon
discovered that the night before I had stumbled into a patch of chiggers.
As the day passed, I was in misery as the itching of their bites spread all
over me.  I had to cover my body in lotions and creams.  Worse yet, I had
to sit there and be lectured by my mother about the dangers of running at
night.  I was humiliated and very pissed at Dean.

Needless to say, The last two weeks before school, we didn't talk at all.
I never saw him on the back step  did he come out when I went jogging.  I
never saw him sneak out to his gym in the woods.  I figured either we
weren't going to talk again due to the abrupt silence between us.  I
wouldn't see him again until the first day of school waiting for the bus.

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