Date: Sat, 29 Sep 2012 21:14:19 -0500
From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Twisted Next Door Neighbors Pt 5

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Twisted Next Door Neighbors Pt 5

"You're not serious..." I asked.

"Yes, my dad was drinking tonight and he's passed out. I sneaked in
his room and found him naked and snoring before I had you come over.
He'll be out for hours.  You need to strip."

He began pulling my clothes off.  Then, he stripped himself.  I
groggily followed him into the dark hallway.  He opened his dad's
bedroom door and we entered.  Only the TV was on with a blue screen
with the caption "rewinding" displayed.  We could hear the VCR
rewinding after the video cassette had obviously reached its ending
before we entered.

"He was watching the video of him and Hank again." Dean whispered.  "Come on!"

He slid up on the queen sized bed next to his dad.  I was numb from so
much pot that I just did whatever he said in a daze.  I lay on the
opposite side of his dad--who was on his back.  He looked very hot
naked.  My eyes went straight to his ample dick that was laying there
limp, but still impressive.  It was crowned with a grown man's full
bush.  His low hanging balls were covered in fuzz.  I thought his
round almost beer belly was sexy.  He had a nice trail going from his
navel to his pubes.  I reached out and ran my hand across his muscular
bicep.  His arms were smooth with hair only on the forearms mostly.
He had big hands.

Dean boldly started stroking his dad's cock.  He looked at me and
grinned.  As a natural response to touch, it started to grow.  I moved
down with my face only inches away from it.  Dean pressed his nose
into his dad's bush and inhaled.

"Smells almost as good as yours." He whispered with a devilish grin.

With my face near his crotch, I rubbed his bicep again and my hand
slid up to his arm pit.  It was thick with hair and damp.  I pulled my
hand back to my nose and smelled it.  It was rich with pit musk.  I
would have never thought of that prior to meeting Dean, but now I was
acknowledging man scents, too.  Now his dad's cock was rock hard and
pointing to the ceiling.  Dean went down on it and started giving his
dad head.  I was intrigued, but still in a daze.  I just wanted to
laugh.  I was giddy but horny.

After Dean came up for air, he moved back.

"Your turn."

I blindly obeyed and started sucking his dad's fat dick.  It was way
larger than Dean's.  While trying to suck it, I felt Dean's hand on my
head pressing me down harder on it.

"You can do better than that, take it all bro."

With his hand forcing me, I took the entire cock down my throat and
was gagging, but when I tried to move off, Dean held my head.  My dick
got harder.  I was actually enjoying gagging on it.  It made me feel
so hot being forced, but I didn't understand why.  After five or so
minutes of sucking it, I moved off on my own and got my breath back.
Dean went to sucking and licking his dad's big ball sac.  He forced
both balls into his mouth and closed his lips around them.  I heard a
moan come from his dad, but he didn't actually wake up.  It began to
rain so hard outside that the din from the roof was nearly deafening,
but his dad didn't stir even as it hailed.  A bright flash a lightning
outside permeated the edge of the curtains and it was followed by an
explosive boom of thunder.

His dad mumbled something and began to stir--he sluggishly rolled over
on his side.  Dean moved behind his dad and tried to pull apart his
ass.  At an awkward angle, he began eating out his dad's hole.  He had
to pull the cheeks apart to get in there.  I moved in next to him to
try to get a good look under the light from the TV screen.  Dean
pulled back his face and slid his middle finger up his dad's ass.
After finger fucking it, his finger came out clean but held it under
his nose and inhaled.  With Jim still on his side, I moved down and
started sucking his cock again.  He had his son rimming him and me
giving him head.  I wondered what he would think if he totally woke up
while we were doing it...yell at us or lay back and enjoy it?

After a while of doing that, his dad started to move and rolled on his
back again, dick in the air, snoring and with arms thrown back again.
Dean spit on his dad's cock and stood over it.  He squatted down and
inserted the fat dick into his hole and eased down on it.  It must
have hurt like hell, but Dean didn't grimace at all, he took it like a
man.  Soon he was riding his father's cock up and down, his back to
his dad's face.  I moved down to jack Dean as he rode his dad.  While
he rode the dick, I just gazed dumbly toward the wall.

Where I was sitting, his dad's face was blocked from view from me by
Dean's body.  I was looking off towards the dresser.  It had a small
old fashioned mirror that sat on hinges on the left and right.  It was
the type that you could swivel up or down.  It was pointed at a
slightly downward angle.  As I stared into it in the dank lighting, I
saw his dad's face.  His dad was smiling, eyes open, and blinking now
and then--his face showing pleasure.  He looked totally awake!

I was about to say something, but held off.  Dean lifted up and moved
around to face his dad.  In that movement, I saw his dad's face go
blank again, eyes closed.  I heard a snore.

"What the fuck?" I thought...his dad is faking it?

Dean kept riding and bent over to suck his dad's nips.  Dean looked
back at me and said, "He's coming...fuck!"

I saw no movement from his dad, but Dean could fill his ass being
filled up.  I started jacking Dean and he squirted all over my hands
and wrists.  After he was done, he slid off his dad with a pop sound.
We slowly walked out of there.  Part of me wanted to tell him about
his dad being awake, but the other part of me enjoyed knowing Dean was
being played.

I was still hard when we got back to his room.  I lay down on the bed
and started playing with my cock.

"Fuck, my ass is burning.  It needs to be licked and soothed."

He got on the bed and moved into a sixty nine with me.  As he started
sucking me, his asshole lowered to my mouth.  I started eating without
even protesting about it being freshly fucked.  I just loyally started
licking it clean until he was moaning.  I stuck my tongue into it and
he began to coo.  Eventually, I was sucking hard on it.  That
triggered his dad's cum to swoosh out into my mouth.  I sucked out
every drop he forced out.  I could feel his pucker slightly opening
and closing on my tongue.  Knowing I was eating cum from an ass, just
the idea of it, was an overload and I started shooting jizz into
Dean's mouth.  He sucked and sucked until I was squirming.  Satisfied
that he got the last drop, he moved up to me and we made out, swapping
my cum for his dad's.

I don't remember anything more than that.  I woke up in my own bed to
kitchen noises and to the smell of bacon and biscuits.  I pulled the
cover away from me and the smell of sex wafted out of the sheet.  I
reeked of cum and other bodily scents, especially my own body odor.  I
yelled through the door to mom and told her I needed to shower and
wake up.  I walked past the mirror and saw fucking hickies all over my
chest again. Damn him!  I flinched again as I stepped onto my pair of
shorts that were cold, wet, and soggy.  I must have come home in the
rain.

Once I was showered, I crept into the kitchen and mom kissed me on the
cheek and greeted me.  I was still feeling a little spaced out from
all of the marijuana I smoked the night before.  I had never been so
stoned.  As I ate her delicious breakfast, I tried to piece together
the night before.  Did we really have sex with Dean's passed out
father?  Somehow, I remembered that I had seen his dad awake...or did I?

"That was some storm last night! Maybe you and the boys next door can
help with some of the clean up."

I didn't really pay attention to what she said.  I was still groggy.
After breakfast, mom went to bed.  She would sleep part of the day but
planned to hang out later in afternoon with me since she was off that
night.  I walked outside to get some fresh air and was shocked at the
state of our trailer park.  Tree limbs were down everywhere.  Our
trash cans had blown over and garbage was strewn all over.  It was a
mess.  It was also Sunday morning and I was feeling lazy, I was about
to go back inside when the guys next door called me over. The twins
and their dad were picking up branches and their own trash cans.

Jim was in denim shorts, white t-shirt, and baseball cap.  I made a
note of how his dad dressed a lot like me.  Dean was nowhere to be
seen of course, probably dozing til the late afternoon.  I walked over
to help them.  His dad was friendly and didn't act hung over.
Although he was friendly, he didn't make direct eye contact like he
did the day we all went to the mall.  I thought that was kind of
strange.  Perhaps everything I remembered really did happen the night
before.  I felt myself strangely attracted to his dad in a "hot uncle"
kind of way.  I watched his nice butt move as he walked in his blue
jean shorts and admired his hairy legs. It was crazy to think that the
night before I gave him head.  When my cock began to stir, I tried to
clear my head and think of something else so my boner wouldn't show.

After an hour, we had all the branches piled up.  We had cleared the
other neighbors' yards too since most of them were old folks.  After
we were done, they all headed inside for lunch.  I went back inside my
place and took a nap.  After I woke up, mom was up doing laundry and
cleaning.  I helped her with vacuuming.  After all that shit was done,
we drove into town for an early dinner.  That evening she and I rented
some movies and watched them until my bedtime.  We had a great time.

Monday morning came too soon.  I slept too late and skipped eating any
breakfast.  I was starving by lunch time and hauled ass to the
cafeteria to get a full meal.  I got my food to go and went outside to
look for Dean.  He was sitting with Miranda. She was in a dark purple
dress, so dark it was nearly black.  Her nails were the same color as
was her shoes.  Her face make up was very pale and her eye shadow was
green.  Her look was a combination of Goth and Victorian. She had on
some type of fish net hose.  She was a little big in the middle and
had large tits.  Despite her body, the entire look was very striking
and must have taken her a long time just to get ready for a school day
that morning.

She stood up to greet me.  "Hello Dave."  Her smile was real and her
tone sincere.  "Good to see you again."

She and I started chatting about the bad weather the night before.
She stated a TV station reported that there might have been a tornado
that briefly touched down in area.  Dean and I acted surprised that we
didn't hear a tornado siren.  We didn't reveal it was likely because
we were too fucking stoned.  I did notice that she watched Dean and my
interaction with amusement.  Did he tell her that we were fucking
around? Or, were we acting like fags?  I had no way to really know.

One the way home, I asked him discretely on the bus.  Just as I was
asking, the two guys sitting near us had gotten off at their stop.
Since our home was the very last stop on the afternoon bus route home,
the bus was empty by the time we got off.

"Does Miranda know we're gay? Did you tell her about us?"

"No, I am sure she can pick up on some things.  She has three
brothers, all older and all gay. She's told me all about them.  So if
anyone has gaydar it's her." He said.

"Well, I think she looks at me funny." I said.

"Maybe you make her pussy twitch!" he laughed.  "You stud.  She was
probably staring at your hot bubble butt in those tight Levis."  I
just rolled my eyes.

We were sitting on the very last seat in the back of the bus.  After
his last sentence, he began to feel up my crotch.  Even though the bus
driver had that big mirror over her head, she couldn't see below the
seats.  I lay my head back and let him do it, it felt really good.
However, I grabbed his hand when he started to unzip my pants.

He bitched, "Come on man, let me take it out. They can't see it.  I
wanna see you shoot a load back here."

I shook my head.  "No way man, we'll get busted."

"Dude, chill out. If you do this, I'll slip you a joint later."

I turned to look at him and his sexual stare made somehow made me give
in.  How did I let him manipulate me so?  I faced forward and stopped
talking.  I felt his hand again trying to unzip it.  My jeans were a
little tight so he had a little trouble until it finally gave.  After
my fly was open, he reached his warm hand into my pants an pulled my
dick out.  It was hard as steel and oozing.

He faked a cough and spit into his hand.  I put both of my hands on
the seat in front of us to brace myself.  Slowly, his right hand began
to slowly jack my cock.  It was a rush to have my cock out on the
school bus while getting a hand job.  The breeze blew in and I felt it
against the drying spit under his hand.  He spit on his palm again and
started milking me faster.  A few pickups past in the opposite
direction and knowing that they were inches away from seeing me made
me start shooting.  Cum went everywhere.  After my orgasm subsided, I
looked down to see that Dean didn't catch all of my cum.  Half of it
went onto the thigh of my jeans.

"God dammit!" I said with my teeth clenched.

"What, you can cover that when you get out."

I was still mad. "My mom will see it!" I complained.

He sighed, "We'll fix it on the way.  I sure thought that would have
relaxed you instead of making you bitch."

Two minutes later, the bus stopped at our place and we walked up to
the front, me behind Dean.  He stayed close and as we went past the
bus driver, she was only looking ahead, but yelled out to us to have a
good evening.  I had my backpack in front of my pants.  As we got to
my yard, Dean motioned for me to walk up to his water hose.  He turned
it on and splashed a few places on my pants.

"Tell her I gave you a bottled water on the bus and dropped it on you.
 That's what it looks like now.  You can't even tell that it's freshly
laid sperm."

I shrugged my shoulders and walked on inside, still kind of pissed at
him.  Mom was watching TV and saw the wet spots instantly.  I told her
my story and nothing was said, so she bought it.  Instead of
commenting on my pants, she started chatting about the talk show she
was watching.  After the show came back from a commercial break, I
slipped to my room to change into some shorts.  It felt good to be
shirtless again.  I lay back on my bed, ready for a nap and started
thinking about the bus ride home.  In retrospect, it was actually a
hot experience.  I got hard and pulled out my cock and thought about
it again.  This time, during my jack off fantasy, Dean sucked me off
in the bus instead of jacking me.  The thought that he probably would
do that for me made me shoot my load.  I wiped the cum on my bedspread
and drifted into a light sleep.

That week went by quickly.  There weren't any crazy Dean experiences,
nor any with his brothers.  When Friday evening came, I was actually
anxious for my mom to go to work so that I could hang out with dean
and hopefully get fucked.  I was craving the taste of his cum, too.  I
had actually been getting into cum a lot at that time.  Most times
that I jacked off, I'd eat my cum afterwards and pretend it was
Dean's...sometimes wish it was his dad's.

After mom left and I heard Dean's dad rumble out of there, I ran over
and knocked on the front door.  Dean came to he door in just a baggy
long t-shirt that barely covered his ass and cock.  He looked like he
just woke up.

"Dude, I've been craving your cum all week." I told him.

"You should have sneaked over one night.  But don't tell me, you had
homework and had to help mama with housework."

"Fuck you!" I laughed

"I have an idea. Sit down."

I sat down on the sofa. He called out to the twins and they came
running into the living room.

"Hey guys, I know how you dudes are like jacking off constantly, but
Dean here wants some cum.  Can he suck your dicks?"

"Oh sweet!" Jeff yelled.

"Cool!" Curt scream.

I tried to say something but dean pulled me off the couch unexpectedly
and I fell to the floor off balance.  The twins hopped up on the couch
and pulled their jeans down.  The didn't have any shirts on, of
course.  Each of their young, teen boners started to grow as they
fondled them.

"Suck it." Dean ordered.

I tried to protest, but he assertively told me, "Suck it dude!"

I complied and bent down and started sucking Curt's dick.  It wasn't
nearly as big as me and Dean, but it surely wasn't a kid's dick,
either.  It was so easy to suck it complete in and even the nut sack.
I had his dick and balls in my mouth!  I sucked on it good and fast
and within two minutes, I was rewarded with a mouth full of watery,
smooth cum.  It tasted mostly like precum.

Jeff was next.  It took him a little longer, but soon enough, I was
receiving his cum, too.  I swallowed it all.  I milked it dry and
sucked out the last little pearl that came out from the piss slit.

They yelled "thanks, pulled off their pants completely and then went
to the bathroom to shower.  Dean sat in his dad's chair where he had
been the whole time jacking while I sucked his brothers off.  I moved
over to his cock and started sucking it good and long.  I savored his
intermittent precum spurts, so salty.  While in the middle of the blow
job, Curt came out to get a can of Coke from the fridge.  He paid us
no mind as I sat there blowing his naked brother.  He walked on by
again and went to their bedroom and to bed.

Eventually, I was rewarded with Dean's three day load.  I didn't
swallow it all at once.  I savored it and let it drool out of my
mouth.  Dean was there to catch it with his tongue and we made out.
He was a great kisser.  I loved it especially when he sucked on my
tongue like it was a penis.  After that, we went to his room and
relaxed.  He gave me a pill told me to chew it up to make it work
faster.  I'd come to realize that I got off on taking mystery pills
from him, like a medical roulette game.  It was another ecstasy again.
 I got all the affects that I did the first time, but since I knew
what it was, just went with it and enjoyed the experience.

We took turns fucking each other, but not cumming, just edging...that
was followed by an asseating sixty nine position.  I sat on his face
while lifted his legs and hips up to munch on his hole.  Since I'd met
him, more hair was growing around his pucker.  I enjoyed swirling it
around with my tongue before making out with his hole.  We went back
to my place and for the first time, had major sex there.  I fucked him
hard on the coffee table while we watched music videos.

The next morning, mom took me and Dean into town to sign up for
Driver's Education classes.  We would be starting in a few weeks.
After that, we all had lunch and then mom dropped us off at the
movies.  Dean picked the movie, it was some gory fucked up movie that
I really didn't care about, but we had fun laughing at it.  During the
movie, he pulled my hand to his crotch and I felt that his dick was
out.  We were in a dark corner.  The movie wasn't new and it had been
out a while.  Then I knew why he picked it.  No one would be in there.
 Feeling bold, I pulled mine out too.

"That's it baby, pull that dog out."

We started jacking like crazy to see who could shoot first, he won.
We zipped up fast when an usher appeared doing a routine check.  My
heart was racing.  We crept out and into the lobby.  Dean had a sneaky
look on his face, I just felt nervous.  We hung out around the corner
of the cinema until mom picked us up.  When I got home that evening,
while watching TV with mom, I noticed Dean's dried cum on the coffee
table.  I moved a magazine to cover it up.

The next week was even busier with school work, so aside from seeing
him at school and on the bus, we didn't hang until the next Friday
night at his place after I went over to smoke some weed.  While lying
on his bed, I noticed the all the clothes in closet.  So many
different shirts and pants, boots, but all gray, black or white. There
were not any other colors.

"Hold on, I'll be right back." I told him.  I had an idea and walked
over to my place to get what I needed.  I came back with a bunch of my
own clothes.

He laughed, "What's this?  Are we doing laundry tonight?"

"No," I said, "I wanna see you in normal clothes. I wanna see you in color."

"You mean those drab boring ass clothes of yours?" he teased.

I handed him one of my plain pocket t-shirts. It was a blue-green
color.  I handed him a pair of my athletic sox and my jeans.  The
jeans, which were tight on my thighs, were a little loose on him.  He
put on my tennis shoes.  I swept his hair back and pulled my tattered
baseball cap on his head to cover it up.  He looked damn good.  Seeing
him in my clothes, I guess I did kind of dress like a redneck
sometimes.

"Ok, but before I look in the mirror, I am gonna dress YOU up!"  He
pulled me to his closet and started furiously digging through the
clothes hangers.  He pulled out a gray shirts, dark gray pants and
handed them to me.  The pants were very tight on me, as was the shirt.
 He handed me some boots. Even though I was taller, he had large
feet...my toes wiggled inside them.

"Stay!" he commanded.  He moved over to a small box and pulled out
some eyeliner."

"Oh fuck no!" I protested.

"Shut up dude, just go with it."

I gave in and just stood there while I was desecrated.

"Close your eyes." He ordered as I felt the eye liner pencil lightly
touching my eyelids.  He rubbed the black eyeliner on his finger and
then smeared it on my lower eyelids.  He reached over to the bedside
table and opened a tube of some gooey gunk.  I felt it being rubbed
into my hair.  I was sure I was going to look like a fucking clown.

"Ok, you're done.  You look so mother fuckin' hot I'm nearly cumming
in my pants." He joked.  But he didn't realize how studly he looked.
In my plain clothes, unshaven, no hair gel, etc, he looked so much
more down to earth.

"Let's go check ourselves out."  He grabbed his camera as we left to
his dad's bedroom and into the huge bathroom.

Once the light was on, we were standing in front of wall length mirror.

"Wow..." was all I could say.  I looked damn good...like a half Goth half
something.  He snapped our photo. He had made it look like I had bags
under my

"We should post this online to see if anyone recognizes us." He said excitedly.

"No way man, they'd think we're fucking faggots."

He looked hurt over that remark and I knew I'd put my foot in my
mouth.  I'd hurt his feelings.

"Are you ashamed to hang with me at school?  As a friend?"  He asked.

"No."

He licked his lips.  "Then why do you assume that if I post this
people will think we're anymore more than friends?"

I started saying, "But I have fucking make-up on!"

He interrupted, "So, you're not dressed like a woman.  Even straight
rock bands wear it.  Look around man."

I felt an argument brewing and I didn't want it.

"Let's shut up.  Let's make out and see what it's like to kiss
ourselves.  I look like you, you look like me..."  I kissed him.   "And
you look damn hot as me!"

That lightened things up and we kissed playfully for a bit there in
the bathroom.  Soon, we stripped and took our first shower together.
It was very sexy, washing him all over, him washing the make up off
me.  I'd never had anyone beside myself wash my hair for me. He
massaged my head as he lathered up the shampoo, his dick pressing into
my ass crack.  I returned the favor and washed his hair.  We kissed
and fooled around more in the shower.  I was so relaxed and feeling
very emotional about him.

With his arms around my waist, I turned off the water and pulled the
shower curtain open.  He was kissing my neck and the curtain slid
sideways, only for us to find Dean's dad standing there--a concerned
look on his face.

"What's going on guys?

I couldn't speak...

To be continued...

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