Date: Sat, 11 Mar 2017 10:43:08 -0600
From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Twisted Next Door Neighbors Pt 4 (Revised)

Twisted Next Door Neighbors Pt 4 (fictional fantasy)

It seemed lonely after Dean and I had our argument.  I'd got used to his
company for so many summer evenings.  Also, I had gotten used to having hot
sex with him.  Yet, there were things that still bugged me about him.  He
had drugged me a few times (those times that I knew of) with Ecstasy and
various prescription drugs.  Dean had a good supply of weed and I had no
idea where he got it from.  He had a lot of scent fetishes and was always
trying to smell my socks, underwear, and he liked sniffing my ass when we
had sex.

His family was a mystery, too.  His brothers were sexual--yet for them it
seemed more about having fun.  Did their dad have any role in their sexual
play together? Their dad allowed nudity in the house and knew his sons were
masturbating whenever they wanted to--but he preferred they do it in their
room.  Their dad was only home during the day and slept most all of it and
only got to spend time with them on weekends after he caught up on sleep.

- - -

I'd seen the brothers out playing now and then, but I didn't see Dean at
all after our argument.  After we stopped talking, I still went for my
nightly jogs. When I came back, I would look around for him outside.  Out
of curiosity, I began to peep inside their windows (even though I was
pissed when I found out he was doing that to me in the past).  His window
was never open--the blinds were always drawn with a curtain behind it.
However, I could see into the living room if I walked up to the window and
looked into a one inch gap in the curtains.

The first time I saw something was a few nights after our argument.  I
peeped in and saw the twins watching porn!  They were both in the floor and
I could see what must have been one of their dad's videos playing.  It was
of two women servicing a black man who had an awesome body.  Most of that
scene was close ups of cock sucking before the guy took turns fucking the
broads.  There was a lot of girl to girl action that I didn't care to see,
so I watched Curt and Jeff.  They alternated from jacking their own cocks
to jacking each other.  They weren't concentrating on each other but were
more interested in the video action.  Soon they shot their small loads onto
the carpet.  They didn't bother wiping it up.  They just wiped their hands
dry on their stomachs and got up to eject the video.  Then they
disappeared.

Another event with them was a week later and they were naked (as usual) and
sitting on the couch watching TV on a Saturday night.  Slowly, one fell
asleep--then the other.  As Curt fell asleep first, he fell sideways. Then
Jeff fell asleep and fell against the other.  After a few minutes one of
them rearranged themselves and they were spooning on the couch.  Just at
11pm their dad Jim returned.  When I heard the truck driving up, I ducked
around the back of their house until he went inside.  I moved back to the
window and saw him come in to find the twins naked.

All he did was pat Curt on the ass until he groggily sat up.  Jim kissed
him on the head and Curt walked off towards his room.  Then Jim tousled
Jeff's hair playfully and that woke him up. Their dad motioned toward the
bedroom.  Then he lay back on the recliner and pulled his shirt off.  He
had broad shoulders and a fuzzy chest.  His chest was muscled, but he had a
little bit of a "spare tire" forming at his waist.  My dick was already
hard, but I began jacking it as watched the eroticism of their dad just
sitting in his chair.  He looked a little drunk and had probably stepped
out to bar for a few hours.  He sat there looking a little sad until his
eyes closed.  When he abruptly opened them again, he reached down and
pulled off his boots and then walked off towards his bedroom.  I tried to
peep in the bedroom, but it was dark.

I walked back to my own yard and sat in one of the lawn chairs and spit on
my dick.  After it was lubed well, I jacked off thinking about what I had
just seen. I was so turned on by their acceptance of nudity.  I was
especially turned on by seeing their drunk dad taking his shirt and boots
off.  It was such a tease and I wished I had seen him totally strip.  So, I
pulled off all my clothes and started jacking furiously until I shot my
sperm into the grass.  After I shot my load, I enjoyed the feeling of being
naked outside and wiggled my toes in the grass.  I heard footsteps in their
trailer, so I quickly ran back inside my house.

- - -

Those last two weeks of summer went by too quickly.  I was getting a little
nervous about my new school.  I wondered if it was going to be full of
country rednecks.  I'd likely get along with them and I could hold my own
if ever provoked.  I was more used to an urban school with everything from
preppies to "gangsta" wannabe's...there were Goth kids and other eccentric
types.  There were even a couple of guys who were more or less openly gay.
I was still closeted, but felt safe there. I knew I was not attracted to
women at all.  Was it going to be hard to keep that to myself in a rural
high school?  Would someone notice I was different and try to start shit
with me?  And what about Dean...was he into chicks at all?  I pondered
those thoughts until the last day of summer vacation.  I didn't sleep good
that last Sunday night.  I tried masturbating a couple of times, but
nothing reduced my stress and later I got a headache.

It was a shock when the alarm went off at 5:30am.  I felt like shit.  I
forced myself up after snoozing the alarm twice.  I wasn't hungry and just
drank some orange juice.  I took my shower, packed my backpack with school
supplies, and made my way out to the road to wait for the bus.  It was
still dark out; the sky was just barely turning a light blue before the sun
would rise minutes later.

As I got to the road, I was alone.  It was eerily quiet.  Suddenly, there
was an abrupt banging in the distance followed by the chatter of two young
teens--Curt and Jeff.  They were laughing and talking carrying back packs.
They were acting squirrelly kicking gravel and already were hyperactive.
They looked much older in their school clothes and freshly cut hair.  Each
had their hair spiked with gel--they were cute!  They came up to me
chatting and saying hello as friendly as ever, but there was no mention of
Dean.

I turned to face the road as they chattered amongst themselves.  I heard
the unmistakable sound of the bus coming down the road.  In the distance, I
could see the lights on top of it. The behemoth rolled up in front of the
trailer park entrance and I let the twins go in before me.  Just as I was
walking up the steps, I heard gravel stirring behind me.  I walked up the
bus steps and as I plopped into a seat, Dean entered the bus behind me.

Whoa! How different he looked!  He hair was cut a little more extreme and
was fixed up all crazy.  He had on black pants, black shirt, with a small
gray vest.  The shirt and vest fit him tightly on the arms.  He had on a
bit of eye liner, a silver necklace that looked like a snake around his
neck, skull earrings, and black Doc Marten boots.  He had a bracelet and
Goth rings on.  His look carried elements from new wave to a punk rocker.
He had black fingernail polish on.  He carried a very cocky attitude.  He
looked almost androgynous and a touch of "bad ass" at the same time.
Despite the elements of makeup and nail polish there was nothing feminine
about him.  I wanted to push him down on a seat and fuck him.  He walked
right past me, however, and moved straight to the back of the bus.  He
passed right by me with his iPod ear buds in, totally ignoring me.  I felt
kind of hurt and angry.  But why did I give a fuck?

Curt and Jeff sat behind me.  Apparently, we were the first stop of the
tedious, long route.  The bus rode on and on through private roads and
stopped at all kinds of houses.  From the start of the ride, the bus went
the route of our night time jogs.  As people got on I thought, "Did you
know I ran past your house naked?"  I wanted to ask Curt or Jeff what was
up with their brother, but then I'd looked like a pussy.  It was better, I
thought, to appear unaffected by being dismissed by Dean.  I went from
wanting to fuck him to wanting to punch him.  That smug acting little shit!
In addition to picking up us high school kids, the bus also picked up kids
from the middle school and dropped them off a mile or two on the way to the
high school.  So because of that, the bus ride was nearly an hour long.
When we finally got to school, there was about twenty minutes before we had
to report to our home rooms to check in and get our class schedules.

According to my schedule, our school day was from 8am each day and would be
filled with seven periods/classes.  Lunch was to begin at noon and lasted
for fifty minutes.  As I looked around in my homeroom class, I realized all
of these guys and gals looked the same as those in my previous school.  In
fact, in particular the Goth or eccentric types were more extreme than I
had seen before.  The other difference was that the school was mostly
Caucasian.  I was going to miss checking out the Hispanic and black guys
that my old school was filled with.  As I walked down the halls, my
nervousness eased as I got familiar with my surroundings.  I passed other
students looking on a wall of lists posted in the main hallway to find out
which homeroom they were to report to.  I just cruised around waiting for
the first bell to ring.

On my way to my first class, I passed Dean.  He raised a hand yelled out to
say hello.  I thought he was calling out to me and smiled...but just before
I answered aloud I realized he was motioning to some girl behind me.  I
just kept on walking.  I looked back in the corner of my eye to see him
chatting with the same girl and then yet another.  I found my class and sat
in the back seat brooding.

- - -

The first few classes went by boringly.  Most classes on the first day of
school are just filler...introductions, teachers telling you their lesson
plans, and more dull crap.  I guess it was better than getting homework.
While at school that day, I'd noticed quite a few gals gazing at me, a
couple had sniggered together as they passed.  I hadn't dressed up nor wore
anything dressy--just jeans, cowboy boots, blue pocket t-shirt, etc.  My
hair was just natural, no gel or mousse.  For some reason, I got attention.

During lunch I bought some pizza in our cafeteria and sat outside in the
shade.  There were many other students there taking advantage of the
unusually cooler day.  Two guys and a girl started talking to me and by the
end of lunch they'd introduced me to their other friends.  I was much more
at ease at the end of that first day.

Although school was much more pleasant that I had anticipated, I was always
glad for the school day to end and to get home.  Luckily, Athletics was my
last and favorite class.  Not only did I enjoy hard exercise, I was able to
leave school in my shorts and athletics shirt (a sleeveless t-shirt) in
comfort.  I was often sweaty and sometimes stinkin' when I got out of
Athletics.  All week, I rode the bus home much more comfortable than the
other students.  There was no air conditioning on the bus so I stayed
sweaty.

Every day that first week, Dean would appear at the bus stop at the last
minute, never speaking to me.  I tried to speak to him but he ignored me.
I didn't understand why he was being such a hard ass.  I did, though, watch
him from afar at school.  While it seemed he had plenty of friends, he was
perceived to be a little odd.  I asked some of my new friends about him,
pretending to not know much about him. Turns out he had a reputation for
being kind of weird, but no one disliked him.  I would never have dressed
like him, but he pulled it off well.  Even though he wore the odd outfits,
he came off as a tough fucker.  It's hard to explain.

As for me, I guess I ended up in a clique of half preppie guys, football
players, and rednecks.  The majority of them were attractive in their own
individual ways--but nobody was more sexy to me than Dean.  I would still
get a hard dick thinking about Dean in classes.  I still thought he was
really hot.  I hated having to relieve myself nightly alone and I really
wanted to fuck again.  I looked around at the guys at school and wondered
if there was anyone else that was potentially gay, but I couldn't risk
exploring that.  I had just my hand as my lover in the interim.

- - -

I kept wondering why Dean had gotten so mad at me after our fight and now
pretended like I didn't exist.  At times in school I saw him walking around
with that Goth chick arm in arm.  I had overheard someone talking about
them still being a "couple" since last year.  I got jealous with I heard
that.  I didn't want to imagine him fucking with a female.

On the bus rides home, I'd talk to the twins, but even though I wanted to
ask them about him, I was afraid I'd look like a dork.  Even though he and
I weren't talking, I found ways to try to get at him.  A couple of times
while riding home in my PE clothes, I ended up having to sit in front or
behind Dean.  The mischievous part of me would purposely ride with my
elbows up and hands behind my back to allow my funk to waft to Dean.  He
didn't react, but I knew he liked it.  That stubborn fucker.  If he was
sitting behind me, I'd let my shorts ride down in the back to where my ass
crack showed by more than an inch.  The wind would blow my shirt up as I
leaned forward to talk to someone on the next seat, Dean had quite a view.

After two months of school, I had gotten used to our friendship being
nonexistent and thought less about it.  I got used to him being nearby on
the bus or standing there at the bus stop not talking.  I still jacked off
thinking about him, but I stopped being obsessed with why he ditched me as
a friend.

- - -

It was a Monday afternoon--I started getting chills in class.  My history
teacher noticed my head down and sent me to the nurse.  That was followed
by a call home to mom and she came and picked me up.  She told me I
probably caught something from one of my friends that weekend.  On
Saturday, I had been invited to a barbecue at a football jock's house.
We'd played football on his pasture and then by the end of the game we'd
all stripped to our underwear and jumped in the pond for a swim.  I was
sore from the football, but I had body aches that just didn't feel
right--in my jaws, neck, etc.

I felt worse I got worse that day and spent the rest of it in bed.  Mom
doted on me and even talked about calling in sick so that she could take
care of me, but I persuaded her to go on to work that evening.  I tossed
and turned that night with chills.  The following morning, I got up to run
to the toilet before I shit myself.  My stomach cramped.  When I got back
to my bed, I heard noises and looked out of the window.  I saw Dean and the
twins walking to the bus stop.  I fell down on the bed realizing I was
going to stay home from school.  I felt nauseous.

I must have dozed off, but I woke up to hear their Jim's truck arriving.  I
heard mom in the house.  She came in and checked on me before going to bed.
I told her I'd be okay.  She finally relented and left.  I felt terrible
and tried to sleep.

I awoke an hour later when I heard Jim's truck barreling out of the trailer
park again.  Despite feeling so horrible, and seeing their house with no
one home, I knew I had to sneak inside it.  I put on shorts and a shirt and
walked over to their place.  The back and front doors were both locked, but
I went to Dean's window and pushed on it after removing the screen.  It
slid open with ease.  I had to move a lawn chair to the window to jump up
there, with the urge to barf and feeling dizzy, I nearly fell on my ass.

Somehow, I got inside.  It was eerie sneaking around, but I had a mission.
Dean's room smelled of the usual mix of a candle, weed, and dried cum.  A
pair of shorts lay in the corner.  I absently picked them up and held them
against my nose.  It smelled of crotch.  I felt my dick twitch despite my
illness.  I started going through drawers and found nothing but a bunch of
clothes.  There was several pair of trendy underwear, some in crazy colors,
and some with words or cartoons on them.  I found a jock strap, too.  There
were lots of black t-shirts.

In the bottom drawer was a thick folder.  The folder looked like a beat up
old school folder.  I opened it and it had tons of loose sheets of notebook
paper.  Many had hand drawn sketches done in an amateurish style.  There
were many writings that looked like poetry.  I read through most and found
they were just dark, but nice poems.  Then I found one titled, "Dave That I
Crave". It was about me!  He was rambling about "the boy next door who must
hate me".  Then I realized the sketches were all of me, though not
perfectly drawn!  Some were profiles, some naked, one of me mowing my yard.
Some were of me in exaggerated positions showing my dick or ass. The last
one was of me fucking him.  The drawings looked like x-rated Sunday
newspaper comics.  I was more confused than ever.

I bumped his computer and the screensaver disappeared to reveal the desktop
screen.  The background of the screen, or the "wallpaper," was a photo of
me and him that he'd taken one day outside while clowning around with his
cell phone. He had held the phone in front of us and took the photo.  I
hadn't seen the picture to know that right before it snapped, his tongue
was sticking out with a licking motion towards my face.  The picture was
cropped to make us appear in an embrace.  I didn't waste any time looking
at this computer.

I moved into the hallway and into their dad's room.  The air of the room
was kind of stale and musty and that made my stomach churn.  There was a
king sized bed and a dresser which had a huge photo of his mom and dad at
their wedding.  I went through some of the drawers and found nothing
remarkable until the bottom drawer. I found the bisexual video that Dean
had shown me before.  Next to it was some other porno videos with titles
like "Cum Hungry Slutz" and "Cream Pies", the latter showing a photos of
women eating cum from a pussy on the back cover.  One of the photos had a
man eating cum from a pussy.  I wonder if Dean had watched those, too.

I left that room and went to the twin's room.  It smelled like fresh cum.
Next to the bed was a small white towel.  I picked it up and it was damp
with the unmistakable scent of jizz.  I opened some drawers in there and
found a tattered old Penthouse Magazine in the bottom of one.  Thinking
like another teen, I looked between the twin bed mattresses and found more,
all straight magazines that had dates of a decade or two before.  I looked
at the clock in the corner and realized that I had been in the house
already about fifteen or twenty minutes.  I needed to get out before Jim
came back.  I looked back in Dean's room to make sure I'd left the window
down and nothing looked out of place.  When I was satisfied, I walked to
the back door and opened it to jump down the steps into my own yard.  Just
when I wondered if I'd locked the back door, I heard the truck rambling
over the gravel road.

I ran back into my house and fell on the couch out of breath.  I felt a
burning in my ass and ran to my bathroom in lightning speed.  I ended up
sitting on the toilet for an hour with horrible diarrhea.  When I finally
stopped I got up to get some water for my parched throat, but started
hurling on the kitchen floor.  Mom was there in a heartbeat.  She sat me on
the couch and ran to get a thermometer.  A minute later she revealed I had
a high fever.

- - -

The adventure of sneaking into their house had been very interesting and
presented even more mysteries.  It also made me feel more ill.  While
laying in bed I kept thinking about finding all those poems, drawings, and
photos of me in Dean's room.  For someone who was mad at me, he sure looked
to be obsessed with me all the same.  Instead of feeling angry at him, it
actually made me feel emotional about him.

I had no appetite and I couldn't get off the toilet for very long without
having to run back again.  After my health got worse, mom took me to the
emergency room at her hospital and I was admitted.  It turned out I had
gotten some of bad bacteria in that pond (the doctors decided) when
swimming in the pond and it made me extremely sick.  I was placed on an
I.V. to keep my fluids up and they had a hard time keeping my fever down.
I was being given a strong antibiotic to fight the illness.  I was in
misery.

During my third day in the hospital, a group of friends from school came to
see me.  I was really touched as they hadn't known me for very long.  I was
really impressed.  I felt like shit and they didn't stay long, but it
really helped my mood.  Later in the evening, just an hour before visiting
hours were over, I felt a hand on my shoulder while I dozed tiredly.  I
thought it was mom coming in early before her shift to check on me.  I
looked up and it was Dean!

I wondered at first if he was a hallucination.  When I opened my blurry
eyes all the way, he smiled big.  I was really happy to see him.  He didn't
say a word, but just held my hand.  I grabbed onto his hand tightly.  I
drifted off to sleep in the comfort of his presence.  When the nurse woke
me hours later to take my temperature and give me medicine, he was long
gone.

- - -

Two days later, I was back home and recovering.  I wondered if my visit
from Dean had been real or a dream until I heard a knock at the door.  Mom
went to answer it.  The next thing I knew, she was knocking on my door
saying,

"You have a visitor, hon."

"Okay." I answered.

Dean entered my room.  He was still dressed in what he wore to school.  He
entered shyly and closed the door behind him.  I spoke first and was blunt.

"Why did you stop talking to me?  I mean...you acted like I didn't exist.
That's so fucking extreme!"

"Yeah, I've been a stupid ass." He said looking me directly in the eye.

"I was really mad at you for tossing my shorts but I don't know why you
were such a prick afterward."

"I'm a stupid ass."

"Come here."

I motioned for him to sit next to me on the bed.  I wasn't contagious
anymore.  I was sitting on my bed with several pillows stacked up behind
me.  I had on some pajama bottoms and a wife beater shirt.  He smelled good
like something herbal.

"I was stupid."  He said quietly.

He scooted next to me so that our shoulders were touching with his feet
still on the floor.  I didn't answer, but he understood that the apology
was accepted.  The TV droned in the background as an episode of I Love Lucy
was going off.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

"A lot better, but I look and sound like shit."

"I think you look hot as always.  I wanted to rape you in the hospital,
sexy!"  He said in a seductive, deep voice.

He scooted up on the bed next to me while putting his large black Doc
Martens beside my bare feet.  I put my leg on his and my foot rested
against his boot.  He put his arm around me and our cheeks were touching as
we sat side by side on the bed.  It felt good to be held by him in a non
sexual way.  I truly felt at that moment that he really cared for me.  Was
"cared" too light of a word?  I sat there next to him and just closed my
eyes.  I reached for his hand and pulled him closer.  We sat like that for
a couple of minutes with no one speaking.  It was nice.  We snapped back to
attention when we heard my mom call out.

"I'm going to the store," she said through the door.

Dean stood up slowly and sat in the chair by my bed by the time she opened
to door.

"Do you need anything?  You want a different soup this time?  You must be
sick of chicken and stars."

I was a little embarrassed and said, "No thanks mom, just get whatever you
think I'd like."

"Okay, I'll be back in a bit.  Good to see you again, Dean."

I heard her walking around to grab her purse and then the sound of the
front door closing.  As soon as we heard her tires driving up the gravel
road, Dean and I were making out.  He tried removing his shirts without
unlocking our lips but he had to break to get the t-shirt over his head and
pull his pants down.  I pulled off my shirt and pulled my dick and balls
out of my pajama bottoms.  He moved down to suck my rock hard cock.

Damn, it felt so good.  I'd really missed his great blow jobs. It had been
so long that I'd had a mouth on my dick that I didn't last long at all. I
came in like two minutes after his deep throat blow job began.  After I
came, he moved up to kiss me with a mouth full of my own cum. I sucked hard
on his long tongue while pulling his nipple rings. Soon, all the cum was
gone and we kept on kissing.  It felt like we'd never had our argument.
Kissing led to other foreplay and soon he was eating out my pits.  His
jeans were still on but pulled down to his ankles.  He looked so hot with
his pants pulled down, boots still on. He sat down on the chair by my bed
and I looked up at the clock.  Mom had been gone for thirty minutes.

"Come sit on my dick."

"I can't.  My mom's due back anytime."

He sat there, pants still down, jacking his hard dick.

"Yeah, maybe I should help her in with the groceries and then when she gets
settled in her room again or watching Oprah, we can fuck."

I laughed.  "You're twisted, man."

"You don't think it would be hot to fuck with her right in the next room?
So risky..."

I just shook my head and laughed.  I wasn't sure how serious he was, but I
just blew it off.  Soon, we heard her car driving up to the parking space
just outside my window.  He didn't even attempt to start dressing.  I
panicked and looked for some jeans to pull on to go help my mom with the
grocery bags.  I didn't realize until later that I'd put a different color
wife beater shirt on than I had on when she left.  Dean just slowly pulled
up his pants and pulled his shirts back on.  Somehow, he was dressed by the
time she came in.

"We'll get the rest, mom."

Dean and I went out and grabbed the rest of the bags.

"You're such a good son," he teased.  "And chicken and stars soup?  Should
I tell her you'd like it better if it was cum flavored?"

I ignored him.  He came back inside and mom heated me up some soup.  He
said he had to leave to go start dinner for his brothers and dad and begin
his homework.  As he walked out, mom looked out the kitchen window.

"Poor guys are all alone over there," she sighed.

I said nothing.

- - -

I was feeling totally normal again once week after coming home from the
hospital.  Three weeks after returning to school, our coach started putting
us through hell conditioning us.  My athletics class HAD to be akin to army
basic training.  At the end of the month, our school was to compete in a
boot camp type athletic competition coming up.  I had tried out for it and
was accepted.  We were going to have to face compete in a contest of
grueling obstacle courses and strength endurance.  I was really excited
about it.  I had gained more muscle since summer had ended due to all the
physical training in that athletics class.

My bout with the stomach poisoning had actually helped me get rid of some
weight.  My body had changed in other ways too.  I had noticed that more
body hair was sneaking into new places.  When I measured my height in the
locker room I was surprised to see that I had grown an inch since I'd
measured over a year before--when did that happen?  I was proud of my body
becoming more like a man--like my dad's.  Yet, I wanted to improve it and
make it better.  Hard work in the school gym and lots of exercise was the
only way to go.  In the weeks that followed I got very tight and buff.  My
bod was better than ever.

When the competition finally came it was killer, but my school won first
place.  It was a team of ten guys and girls.  The males competed separately
from the female students, but both the male and female squads from my high
school took top honors.  I was happy to see Dean and other friends sitting
near mom out in the bleachers.  My dad came into town alone, too, to see me
compete.  He was really proud of me.  That night, dad took me out and
bought me a great dinner.  It was one of the best days ever!

The next morning, however, my body was in major pain.  Dad was already on
his way back to Houston and was being lazy and resting.  I had told Dean I
was going to come over and hang, but I just moving out of bed was a major
effort.  I ached where I didn't know I could ache.  I eventually pulled on
some shorts and walked over.

I knocked on Dean's window and he yelled, "Come in the back door".  I
slowly made my trek back around his house and slowly moved up the steps.  I
opened the door and went on inside as he said.  Curt and Jeff were watching
some action movie with the sound up loud.  I noticed they had those worn
out summer shorts on.  I slowly walked in holding my back. Dean walked down
the hall at the same time.

Dean said, "Congrats dude...you big fucking sports stud!"

I looked around to see if their dad was around.  Only the twins were in the
room.

"Dude, you're walking like an old fucking man." Jeff shouted.

"Fuck man, I feel like one.  Everything hurts." I groaned.

"Sounds like you need a massage," Curt blurted out.  "You want us to do
it?"

Before I could answer, Dean said lowly into my ear, "Let 'em, you'll love
it."

They got up and pulled me to their room.  Jeff pulled the sheets off his
bed and I slowly laid down on it.  Curt got on the bed and started to
awkwardly pull my shorts off.

"Lift up dude!" he laughed.

I kind of rolled sideways to allow him to pull them off.  Dean came into
the room with a large plastic bottle of hand lotion and closed the door
behind him.  The twins started pushing the tap up and down allowing cold
spurts of lotion to splatter all over me.  The coolness made me jump at
first, but I was too tired to jump up.  The two of them started rubbing all
over me.  I was getting a double massage.  As they worked my shoulders,
arms and butt, Dean moved down to my feet and began massaging them. He
sucked on my toes as he rubbed my feet good.  I was in total heaven.

After a long time, they rolled me over and started massaging my chest,
belly, thighs, etc.  Dean came up to the head of the bed and rubbed my
temples, then stroked my hair.  The massage ended with both twins lubing up
my dick and with four hands on it, they pumped me to a powerful orgasm.
They laughed and hooted as I shot my cum all over like it was the first
time they'd seen it before.  They were so fascinated.  After I came, Dean
tossed a towel at me and told his brothers to scram.  They playfully left
the room and I heard them go out the back door to go do whatever.  Dean
brought me a bottled water and a pill.  It's just a muscle relaxer of
dad's.  It's nothing strange.  I swallowed it with trust and guzzled the
rest of the water down until the bottle was empty.  I let out a loud belch
when I was done.  He rolled over next to me and kissed.  I felt so much
more relaxed and comfortable...I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up an hour later by hearing Dean snoring next to me.  I hadn't heard
him snore before and it made me chuckle.  I just looked at him for a while
and studied the handsome features of his face.  He had nice cheekbones.  I
love the contrast of his black hair against his pale, soft, and white skin.
I stroked his soft hair.  It was clean with no gel or anything in it.  He
woke up just after that and smiled.

"Now that was some massage huh?" he asked.  In my relaxed state, I was
comfortable talking about anything and had no qualms about his reactions to
anything I might ask.  I asked him some of the questions that had been
weighing on my mind.

"So how long have you been having sex with your brothers?"  He was kind of
taken aback by the question, but answered it after a pause.

"My brothers always ran around naked.  I mean, it was not a big deal
because they were little kids and it wasn't so strange to anyone at their
age, a `boys will be boys' thing.  After I saw them getting away with it,
and mom giving up on trying to make them keep their clothes on after baths
and shit, I started sleeping naked.  I never hid the fact that I did it, no
one said a word. If dad or mom came to wake me for school and something was
exposed, they blew it off.  It's not like they very prude either.  We heard
them fuck each night, and I meant EVERY night.  I didn't know until a long
time later that my friends' parents were so different and uptight.  Dad
shaved naked in their bedroom and if any of us wandered in, he didn't cover
up, so it was not a big deal."

"My brothers were forever hyper and always showing everyone, `Hey, look
what I can do!'  You know from doing wheelies on their bikes to wrestling
each other, stupid stunts in the house, always showing off or trying to
`one up' the other.  When I was twelve or so, I had been playing with my
dick after waking up one morning in my room.  It felt so good that I kept
on rubbing it over and over until some jizz drooled out.  After that, I was
hooked.  I asked dad about it and he told me that it was sperm.  He told me
what it was for and all.  He laughed and told me `don't wear your hand
out'.  After I kept trying to do it again my brothers kept interrupting and
finally I didn't hide it, I just let them barge in.  They asked me what I
was doing and I told them jacking off and what it was.  They watched me
shoot my load."

"From then on, they liked coming in and watching, getting a kick out of
what their big brother could do.  Dad caught them watching and told them
they needed to leave me alone that it was a private thing.  I could hear
them in their room trying to do, too, later on.  They came to me and asked
why they didn't make `white stuff' like me.  I told them wait until they
were my age.  I never saw them try again, but they were interested in
seeing me do it.  Eventually, I let them take over and they'd jack me off.
It felt better and they had fun doing it.  They also were interested in
watching my pubes and pit hair grow after it appeared, hoping theirs would
come soon. When they finally started shooting their own loads, they would
run around the house trying to challenge the other with cum contests and
stuff.  Dad got tired of it and told them to keep it in their room...but he
really doesn't care that they do it with each other."

"So you see, I don't know if they are really gay, but they have fun topping
each other with new stuff, nasty stuff, etc.  Jacking me, jacking each
other, it's a "circle Jerk" to them.  They always try to outdo each other,
be grosser than the other.  They try out-piss each other, see who can spit
farther...even fart the loudest!  If they're not really turned on by
guys...I'm sure soon they won't even bother with that stuff at all.  Then
again, maybe my parents created some monsters."

"So, are you gay dude...any interest in women at all?"

"I'm a total fag dude.  I'm not `bi' like you".

I laughed and shook my head.

"What makes you think I am bi?" I asked.

"You know, you're always flirting with those bitches at school." He said.
"Hell, you just talk to some of them and their pussies get all wet."

I started laughing.  He just smiled.

"You serious?" I said.  "I talk to them to be friendly--but that's it!"

"They're all after you, dork.  You don't really notice do you?"

I shook my head.

"And Ms. Hamilton (he was talking about our fifty-something bus driver)
always checks your butt out when you hop off the bus."

"Oh yeah?" I laughed in disbelief.

"And I should know.  I notice these things..."  He paused.  "Because I am
jealous of anyone else touching or watching you."

He looked off in the other direction embarrassed.  I understood that it
took a lot for him to admit what he had just said.  When he looked back, I
smiled.

"Sounds like you like me hardcore dude."

"Yeah, I..." his voice wavered, "I like you hardcore."

I had thought he was going to use the "L" word, but that was close enough
for me.  I pulled his head toward me.

"So, we're a couple then?"

"What?" he laughed. "That sounds so girlie...but yeah."

In so many words, I knew what he meant and it made me feel great.  He
wouldn't say it out loud, but we were boyfriends--or at least "friends with
benefits".

Then we heard noise coming from their dad's room...he was up.  I got up
still sore (but feeling better) and dressed.

"I dare you to come out naked into the living room while dad is up." He
said.

"You're crazy.  He'll know you're homo for sure.  Bet he won't like the
neighbor kid sitting naked in his house either."

Dean smiled and grabbed my crotch.

"Uh oh, suggesting that made you hard, huh!"

He was right.  We walked out of his room and went outside where he had a
smoke.  I told him I had to do some homework and went back to my house.
Thinking no one could see us, I gave him a kiss goodbye.  I went indoors
and stripped to my boxers and got out my homework.  I kept pausing to reach
down and grope my erection.  I was so crazy about him!

I hung with mom the rest of the evening, but at bedtime I hurriedly went to
my room.  Once there I furiously jacked off fantasizing about sitting naked
in his living room and jacking off in front of his dad.  Then I thought of
fucking dean in front of his family...that made me shoot my load.  After I
licked my hands clean, I laughed at the absurdity of my fantasy.  That
could never happen!

- - -

The next week at school was interesting--we no longer hid our friendship.
Although Dean and I rode the same bus, no one had ever seen us talk before.
At school, we hung out at lunch with my friends--the jocks and farmer boys.
Some of them raised an eyebrow but didn't really give a shit otherwise.  I
asked everyone if the knew my neighbor Dean. Everyone was friendly to him,
but I felt they were acting reserved.

At the end of the week, I sat outside and ate my sack lunch with Dean's
friends.  While they were all odd and unique in appearance, they were very
down to earth.  I had stereotyped them as being weird because of how they
dressed, many in black clothes, hair dyed in strange colors, girls in goth
make up, etc.  The girl he often walked arm in arm with, Miranda, was very
nice but had a knowing look in her eye.  Her expression was kind, but
seemed to say, "Oh, you're the one that he likes."  I did like her but it
seemed like her "gaydar" was going off in neon lights--or so my paranoid
mind was thinking.  I made a mental note to ask him later if he'd told
anyone about our relationship.

- - -

Things turned weird again that stormy weekend.  Before the rain came in, it
was very humid and the sky was really dark.  Since Dean's dad was off all
weekend, I wasn't sure if he was going to hang with his family or if we
were going to be alone later.  I spent the afternoon with mom.  As my mom
and I were watching TV around sundown, the TV station broke into our show
with a wether alert. There were tornado watches in effect for most of the
surrounding counties.  I looked outside.  While the skies looked dark and
there were flashes of light, I noticed there was no wind in the trees as I
heard thunder rumble far away.

Mom was worried about me being alone at home but I reminded her Jim could
drive us out of there if it became too bad.  I convinced her to go in early
to avoid the forecasted flash floods.  At 10pm, I was alone and it was
still humid and strangely still outside.  Thunder and lightning was more
frequent and louder.  The mood was weird indeed.  I got a text from Dean
asking me to come over.  His text said to come in the back door and go
straight to his room.  I figured he was gonna be waiting for me naked ready
to fuck. Instead, his room was filled with marijuana smoke.  The window was
open but it wasn't helping to clear it.

"Come in dude."

He was oddly quiet after that.  He handed me a blunt and I smoked for a bit
until I was getting dizzy with a strong buzz.  He acted strange.

"You ok man?"

"No, I have something to tell you.  But after you smoke more weed."

I thought, "Oh shit...what now?"

After a while, he started talking low like he didn't want anyone in the
other rooms to hear it.

"You asked me a lot of questions about my brothers and I not too long ago.
You might think my family is fucked up, but it's really me that's fucked
up.  What I've done before..."

He took another puff.  I had to stop or I was going to be too stoned to
understand him.

"Dad has these weird bouts of, I don't know, call it depression...he really
misses mom at times.  Well, at least that's what I always thought.  Well,
on their anniversary and some holidays, he goes to his room, stays in there
and drinks and passes out.  The first time I started paying attention to
that I found him passed out in his room...naked on his bed.  When I
couldn't wake him, I tried to rouse him.  He half woke up, mumbled, and
pulled me closer into bear hug.  His dick was hard and he called me Hank.
I had no idea who Hank was."

"The next time dad got drunk, I sent the bro's to bed and slipped in my
dad's room again.  I wanted to see him naked.  He had on shorts, so I
pulled his dick out.  I felt it, smelled it, and loved it.  It was really
exciting.  A year later, I was fourteen, it happened again.  This time I
was old enough to understand what blow jobs were, so I tried to suck it.
Dad didn't cum, but mumbled about "Hank."  The next time dad was out of the
house I went through all his stuff while Curt and Jeff played in the living
room oblivious to me.  I dug through all of dad's stuff, looking for a
letter or something.  I didn't find anything.  It was way later on when
Curt asked dad to show them his old high school yearbooks.  They are in
that big hutch in the living room.  Dad tossed down his high senior
yearbook to show the boys pics of him and mom when they were eighteen. "

I found it all boring and ignored it. Later, I picked up the book to see
what they were all talking about and the hairdos they were laughing at.  As
I flipped through, I saw the name Hank Lewis.  He was hot for an 80's guy.
Later, I went through a stack of old photos of dad's from his early days,
and there he was with that Hank guy.  There were some photos of Hank alone,
some with him and dad horsing around and one with Hank, Mom, and dad
sitting in the cab of a pick up with beers.  It all seemed harmless, but I
knew there had to me more to the story. Another binge of digging through
everything, I finally found a couple of naked pics of Hank stuff in an old
wallet of dad's.  The back was signed, `From your other sexy bitch'!"

Dean paused.  I took a minute to take all that in.

"So you started fooling around with your dad again after that?"

I was getting the munchies and was getting horny instead of being shocked
over it.  I started craving peanut butter.

"Well, next time dad was drunk and passed out, he was naked again. He'd
left out a porn playing on his small TV.  It was an old VHS.  It was dad
and that guy fucking!"

Dean took another hit off the blunt and then put the flame out.

"That time I sucked dad for a long time, explored his body all over. When
he rolled over, I checked out his ass.  He started spooning me and calling
me Hank again.  I started sucking again but I couldn't get him to cum.  I
tried jacking him, but he just stayed hard and oozed precum.  I wanted to
make him cum.  He rolled flat on his back, dick up in the air and fell
asleep.  I sat my virgin ass on his cock and rode it with only spit for
lube, it hurt like hell.  I rode it for about five minutes and I could feel
it spasming.  Dad came in my hole!"

"Why are you telling me this all now?" I pondered.

I was barely believing this fantastic story, surely he was trying to shock
or turn me on with another bullshit story.

"Because, he's down the hall, right now, naked and passed out..."

Just then, the rain started pouring on the metal roof.  To be continued...

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