Date: Sun, 7 Oct 2012 15:23:01 -0500
From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Twisted Next Door Neighbors Pt 6 Revised

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Twisted Next Door Neighbors Pt 6

I don't know why I was mortified when Dean's dad walked in on us as we
were getting out of the shower together naked--I knew he was awake when
Dean and I had sex with him in the past.  I was more sober by then--the
small bit of weed I'd smoked had already worn off.

"I thought I heard your brothers in here.  What are you guys doing in my room?"

"Just taking a shower dad."  Dean said as he picked up our clothes.  I
looked around for a towel and there wasn't one.  I picked up my
underwear and slid them on.  They were the ones that I had brought
over for Dean to wear when I dressed him up like me.  Dean didn't
bother covering up.

"I respect your privacy; I expect the same from you, ok?" Jim said angrily.

"Yes, sir."  Dean answered, looking downward.

"And I better not smell weed in this house again after I get home." He
got angrier.

"Yes, sir."

"Just because I work all night doesn't mean you can run around and do
whatever the hell you want.  You need to grow up!"  He lifted Dean's
chin with his hand when he said that last sentence so Dean would look
him in the eyes.

"Yes, sir."

"You need to go home, Dave.  I'm not saying a word to your mom, but I
don't think she would be too happy to hear you were getting stoned
over here."

It was my turn to get griped at.  "Yes, sir."

I grabbed my clothes and put them on hurriedly in the hallway.  I
could still hear Jim bitching more at Dean, raising his voice more.  I
got the fuck out as fast as I could.  Once back at my place, I was so
nervous that felt like I was gonna throw up.  My heart was racing.  I
went to the liquor cabinet and poured me a small shot of bourbon.  Mom
used it so rarely I doubt she's notice.  I was either going to throw
it up or it would stay down and eventually relax me.  As the shot of
whiskey stayed down, I got a buzz.  I started to analyze what had just
happened.  Then it occurred to me that Dean's dad never said a work
about us being naked or fooling around.  It was obvious we were
messing around.  I couldn't think about anything else.

I kept trying to email Dean all night, but there was no response.  I
wondered why his dad came home only after being at work a few hours
and then left again.  I put on a Sci-Fi DVD and escaped the best I
could until I fell asleep watching it.   I woke up around 4am to take
a piss.  When I got back to my bed, I saw there was an email waiting
for me on the screen of my PC.

"Don't worry, I'll talk to you tomorrow," Was all his email said.  I
was fully awake after that and couldn't go back to sleep again.  Mom
came home and we decided to go into town to have breakfast at Denny's
Restaurant.  The stress from the night before had exhausted me and
left me hungry.  I ate a huge breakfast of eggs, extra bacon, two
pancakes, juice, and milk.  My mom razzed me about eating enough for
two guys.  "You must still be growing!" she laughed.  I tried hard to
not think about the night before.

At first I worried about Jim telling mom about me and Dean, or at
least ratting me out on smoking pot.  I rehearsed all kinds of
dialogue in my head like my mom confronting me and I'd tell her about
all the "sick" stuff that goes on over there like nudity, drugs...in my
defense.  I imagined telling Jim that if he told my mom, I'd report
him to the police.  The lifestyle next door was something akin to a
lurid talk show expose'.  As the day wore on, I thought less about it,
but I wasn't completely at ease.

After running errands and going to the grocery store, we were finally
home.  After bringing in the grocery bags, I hauled ass to my computer
to look for a message.  Nothing.  I walked into the woods to look for
him at his home made gym.  I was surprised to find it all torn up from
the recent storm.  That evening, just after dark, I went for my
evening jog.  Upon arriving back, I tried to look inside their windows
and every one of the curtains was drawn.  It seemed very strange.
That night, I sent another email, but got nothing back.  I lay in bed
worrying and stayed up late watching TV until the boring infomercials
started.  I tossed and turned.

The next morning, I heard the twins out and walked outside to try to
talk to them.  It was kind of cool outside and I had only my shorts on
(going commando, as usual at home), so my dick and balls bounced
against the fabric.  The sensation of it made my dick start to bulge
some more.  I walked up the twins without even hiding it.

"Hey guys."

"Hey Dave!" Curt said excitedly.  The two of them were tossing a
baseball back and forth.  They had on t-shirts, shorts, and
flip-flops.  I had regretted coming out so under-dressed because of
the temperature.

"It's kinda chilly out huh?" I asked, making small talk.

"Yeah it sure is, look how hard your nips are!"  Curt reached over and
tweaked my tit.  Jeff came over and squeezed the other one.

"Yeah, he's hard!" he replied.  "But it looks like his dick is hard, too!"

Honestly, I replied, "Yeah, it makes me kind of horny when my dick
bounces all around".  They laughed at that one.  They started tossing
the ball again.  I kind of wished they would have invited me inside to
jack me off.  I got hornier after they tweaked my tits.

"What's your brother up to?"

"Grounded!"

"What for?" I asked playing dumb.

"I dunno...dad yelled at him for a long time then told him no computer,
no phone, nothin'!"

Well, that explained his silence.  I was relieved somewhat.  I'd have
to wait to talk to him most likely until our Monday morning bus ride
to school.  I'd have to wait a while for sex, too.

I stayed bored all day.  Mom got up once and watched some TV before
going back to sleep again.  She said I should go hang out with Dean
after seeing me moping around, but I told her he was busy.  She
suggested for me to call some of my school friends and to invite them
over.  Truth was they all lived too far away.  No one had a driver's
license yet and they had to rely on their parents or older brothers or
sisters.  The last time I went to someone else's place I got sick from
that damn pond water.  I settled for being alone.  I ended up jacking
off in my room several times that day and napping off and on.  Each
time I came, I rubbed it on my chest.  After my third load, which
wasn't much, I reeked of jizz.  I imagined it was Dean's cum.  I was
really lonely for him...and horny.  However, after the third time
cumming, my dick was sore.

The next morning, I watched for Dean to come outside, but never saw
him.  Later in the day, I heard their truck start up and the motor
rumbling.  I peeped out of my window and saw everyone in the truck
except for Dean.  Once the truck was gone, I hauled ass over there and
banged on his window.  The curtain opened and he yelled, "Come in the
back door."

I hurried to the back door and tripped over a branch and scraped up my
leg badly.  As soon as I opened the door, he pulled me in and gave me
a bear hug followed by a deep kiss.

"Hey sexy fucker!" he said casually, as if nothing had happened.  "I
guess you know I'm grounded now.  My brothers told me you asked."

"I heard."

After you left, dad came back to my room and started ransacking it!
Remember when I told you I found some photos with Hank?"

I nodded yes.

After you left, dad yelled at me for going through his stuff!  He tore
my room apart and found my weed and pills.  He said if I went through
his stuff, he was going through mine.  He went through my drawers,
closet, everything.   Then he said, "I guess you'll return it when
you're ready."

"What was that about?" I asked.

"Dude, I have no idea.  I guess I misplaced something when I was snooping."

"We should go look for it and get you off the hook." I suggested.

"Yeah, and get my ass chewed out again?  He took my laptop, cell, and
TV out of here.  They're locked in his room in a footlocker."

"Didn't your dad say anything about me and you fooling around, we
weren't just naked, we were showering together...we were all over each
other."

He shrugged his shoulders.  "I guess my snooping in his room was all
that mattered.  Let's go see if we can figure what I didn't put back."

We walked toward his dad's room to daringly.  Dean turned the door
knob and we entered the room.  He slid the closet door open as we
walked up to it.

"See, right there...that's where I found some of the stuff.  I don't see
any of it now."

"Turn the light on dude; it's too dark to see."

Dean turned on the huge three-light fixture on the ceiling fan above.
Once the light poured into the closet, we stepped just inside the
closet door looking all around.  There were lots of cowboy shirts and
uniform shirts hanging.

"I bet you'd look hot in dad's uniform.  Try one on!

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever bro...let's not fuck around in here.  Let's
look around and get out."

Dean looked around the shelf in the middle.  I bent down and moved
some boots by accident with my knee as I squatted.  Right below the
upper shelf, an old wallet fallen and was sitting just inside one of
the boots.  I pulled it out.

"Maybe your dad thought you took this.  How are you going to tell him
where it actually is?"

Dean thought about it.  "We should leave it where it fell.  We'll just
put it back. If I tell him I found it there he'd get pissed for me
coming in here again and would think I had just simply put it back
after stealing it."

I was nosey and I opened it up and pulled out the photos that he'd
told me about.  I looked at the photos, one by one.  He was right,
than Hank guy was very handsome.  Light skin and dark hair, lots of
tattoos, he was indeed hot.  Dean's dad was shirtless in one of the
photos that showed Dean's dad, Hank, and Dean's mom sitting on the
back of a pickup tailgate drinking beer.  The last photo was kind of
warped, and then I realized it was really two photos stuck together.
As I pulled them apart, the bottom photo appeared to be Hank holding a
baby--waving up at the camera.  You could see the reflection of Dean's
mom in a mirror behind him holding the camera.

"What's that of?"

"Oh just another pic of Hank."  I put the photos back together again
and handed them to him.  He placed them back into the wallet and put
it back where we found it exactly.  Dean didn't see it right away like
I did--before he put the photo away.

"Let's get out of here." I said nervously.

We tried to put everything back as we'd found it.  We jumped out of
the window and closed it.  Once we put the screen back, we moved the
lawn furniture back.   We went back to Dean's room and I lay down on
top of him and we made out for a while.

"You better go.  They were only going to Wal-Mart.  They'll be back soon."

He looked depressed after that.  I wanted to stay with him all day...not
just have sex, but to just be with him.  I took my cell phone out of
my pocket and took a photo of him.  His hair was mess, his very thin
"wanna be" stubble was covering his neck, he had sleep in his left
eye, bad breath, but he was so sexy to me.  The camera flashed and the
photo was taken.

"You're gonna break your phone with that one." He joked.

I kissed him goodbye and left.  I felt really good after getting to
see him, but I was concerned about the photo we found.  It was none of
my business (I finally decided).  It wasn't my place to even talk to
him about it.

- - -

Later in the week, Dean's dad had found the wallet (Dean had said).
Dean had come home from school and his stuff was back in his room, all
sitting on the bed.  When his dad woke up, Dean tried to ask about it
all but his dad interrupted him and just said, "You're off the hook,
but don't let it happen again."  Nothing more was said about it.

- - -

Friday morning, the day after Dean got his computer back...Dean was at it again.

We got on the bus and all seemed normal.  I did notice that a couple
of guys from my history class kind of snickered as they got on and
looked at us from a bus seat way up front.  Dean was messing with his
iPad and didn't notice.  I thought they were laughing at Dean's usual
get up/outfit.  When I stepped into my first class, I noticed a few
people whispering to each other, mainly girls.  I didn't pay too much
attention to it, really.  By fourth period, which was before lunch, I
knew something was up.  Right before class started, Rich Henderson
blurted out, "No make up today, Davy boy?"

"GODDAMMIT!" I thought.  Dean posted the photo!  In the middle of
class I asked to be excused to go to the bathroom.  Instead, I went to
the computer lab.   The lab monitor assumed I was at lunch and didn't
look up.  I signed into one of the computers and soon was looking at
his Facebook page.  There it was--our photo dressed in each others
clothes but cropped showing only me!

At lunch I looked for him and he was sitting in front of the cafeteria
talking to Miranda.

"Come here." I said through my teeth.

"I'll be right back." He told her.  He followed me just into the
breezeway around the corner.

"Why the fuck did you post that pic of me dude?" I almost yelled.

"Calm your ass down.  It's funny.  Everyone likes it."

"I'm getting laughed at!" I said much lower, still mad.  I was holding
back my fist.  If I hit him he definitely wouldn't take the picture
off.

"I'll go take it down now...fuck!" he said irritably.

I walked with him to the computer lab and he deleted it.  He posted a
new comment stating that I was a good sport for losing a bet and
having to dress up.  I was hoping my friends would buy it.  I would
still get teased for a few days, I figured.  I stayed mad at Dean for
the rest of the day and didn't sit near him on the bus ride home.
Just when things seem to go good, he'd turn around and be an asshole
again. If only he knew what I had done to help him out with his dad.

Yeah, Dean just didn't get off the hook that easily on his own after
his dad grounded him.  Nope.  Two days after we'd sneaked into Jim's
room, I was feeling bad for Dean being punished.  I wanted to talk
directly to his dad and the only way to do it was to miss the bus and
stay around until Jim got home.  I watched for Dean and the twins to
leave.  They were running late as usual...they probably thought I'd be
down at the bus stop as usual.  I watched from my window and saw the
bus drive away.  When Jim drove up, I walked out to greet him.

"Hey guy, did you miss your bus?"

"Yeah, on purpose.  I wanted to talk to you."

His smiling faced turned more serious.

"Ok, well let's go inside.  I gotta take a whizz bad".  I followed him inside.

After we were inside, I looked out the window and saw my mom driving
up.  I'd worry about her later.  Jim disappeared down the hallway.  I
could hear him pissing from the living room.  When he came back, he
was no longer in the uniform shirt but had removed it revealing his
tight undershirt.  He went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer, but
didn't open it yet.  He placed it on the coffee table and sat next to
me on the couch.

"So what's up, man?"

I stuttered at first, but finally got the words out.

"Dean didn't steal anything from your room, but we did go back in
again to try to figure out what you thought he stole."

Jim just looked at me with a stern face.

"We found your wallet in a boot, if fell down off the shelf, maybe
when Dean was in there the first time.  I can go show you."

"OK." He said and shrugged his shoulders.

We walked to the bedroom and Jim slid the door open.  I pulled the old
boot out and there was the wallet.  He laughed and shook his head.

"You're not bullshittin' me are you, son?"

"No, sir."

He paused.

"You and Dean are boyfriends, huh?"

I was shocked at the question, but I sobered up fast.

"Yes sir, but you already know that.  You were awake when we sneaked
in when you were pretending to sleep.  I know you weren't passed out
when Dean rode your dick and I sucked you off."

He chuckled.  "Well...'my bad!  But while we're fronting each other out,
I wanna tell you I don't appreciate you sneaking into our house when
we're all gone.  Yeah, I saw you sneak out the back door in the
reflection of the TV screen."

My face flushed and I felt really awkward.  His facial expression was
more of amusement instead of anger.  Then he slid his hand on my knee.

"You sure can suck a dick good, guy.  You wanna suck it again?"  His
hand slid to my crotch where my dick was hardening.

"Yeah..." was all I said.

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock and balls.  I slid to
the floor on my knees and let the head slip into my mouth.  His dick
was really warm on my tongue and tasted salty.  I let it sit there a
minute as I got used to its size.  I guess I paused for too long,
because I felt his hand on my head pushing me further onto his dick. I
had forgotten how fat it was.  I moved my mouth down on it as far as I
could without gagging, slowly sucking.

"That's right, suck it good."

I moved my head up and down faster and created a tight vacuum seal on
his dick.  I kept on sucking and sucking, trying to get it all inside
my mouth.  He lifted his arms and pulled off his t-shirt.  I could
smell dried sweat and fading deodorant.  Speaking of scents, as I
moved down further trying to deep throat him, his bush tickled my nose
as it grazed it.  He pulled my head down all the way and I gagged.
His other hand slid up the back of my t-shirt and stroked up and down
my back.

"Relax, you can take it all."

I tried breathing through my nose more but it was hard.  When his dick
was all the way in, it was hard to get air through my nose.  My gag
reflex wasn't getting used the invader being shoved past my tonsils.
My eyes watered.  After about five minutes, my jaw was aching.
Luckily, he started cumming.  He was very vocal, almost yelling as he
shot into my mouth.  I did my best not to swallow it so I could savor
it afterwards.  After his final spurt, I let it spread all around the
inside of my mouth, covering all my taste buds.  It was delicious.  He
lay back in the seat in an afterglow.  I saw a pearl of cum in his
piss slit and bent down to take it.  I milked the last of the cum out.
 Once it was gone, I just gave his cock slow licks up and down as it
lay at half mast.  I sucked on his huge balls as he ran his fingers
through my hair.  He didn't speak, he just relaxed.

I had enjoyed sucking his dick, but as I lay there licking it like a
lollipop, pangs of guilt flushed through me.  I pondered why I should
I feel guilt when Dean had sex with his dad since I had been hanging
with...Dean had sex with his brothers.  Maybe he messed around with
other guys that I didn't know about.  Anyway, the purpose of the blow
job for me was to get Dean off the hook from the wallet scandal.  I
had mixed feelings about my victory.

As I sat up, he began to zip up.

"I'll back the truck up to the house--you can slip in the cab.  I'll
drive you to school."  He said.

He pulled his shirt on and grabbed his keys.  Seconds later, he was
out the door and starting up the truck.  My mind reeled thinking about
just having sucked his cock.  The scene had felt surreal.  I walked
out numbly as the truck backed up close to their door on the opposite
side of my house.  I opened the door and got in.

As he drove me to school, I looked at the clock on his dash and I was
an hour late for school.  They likely wouldn't tell my mom since I
actually showed up.  I would just have a "tardy" on my attendance
record.  I wasn't worried about that.  The ride seemed to take
forever.  The sky was gray and it was chilly outside, a mist starting
to drop on the window.  He turned on the wipers and it smeared all the
dead bugs.

As I got out, he said, "Thanks for looking out for your friend.  He's all good."

I felt a little better.  I walked into the school and to the front
office to check in.  I told them I overslept.  That day dragged
forever and I couldn't wait to get home again.  It was that day that
Dean told me he got his stuff back and wasn't grounded anymore.  I
still felt guilty.

- - -

Dean's Facebook comment about my pic actually being the result of me
losing a bet was believed for the most part.  There were a few guys in
my Athletics class that continued to be weary of me.  I saw the two
exchange glances once as I was stripping out of my clothes to put my
workout shorts and t-shirt on.  Still, I pretended to not notice.
Girls treated me the same way.  The same two that had crushes on me,
or so it seemed, seemed to be unaffected but followed me around even
more.  One guy friend told me he heard another gal say she liked my
"new look" even better.  For the most part, it blew over.

I was quite closeted and had no interest in the girls that liked me.
I was flattered, of course, but I also didn't think that I was that
good looking.  I was definitely proud of my body, but self conscious
about my face.  Random acne didn't help my feeling about myself,
either.  I thought my but was funny shaped, but I'd heard a girl
remark about my "bubble butt" before.

Even though my reputation as a "straight guy" wasn't really damaged, I
still stayed mad at Dean.  I was kind of short with him for the week
after I'd nearly hit him outside the cafeteria.  I also didn't want to
face him after feeling guilty for giving his dad head.  I didn't go to
his house after school despite emails asking me to come over for sex.
I told him I had homework or was tired.  After I thought I had been a
bitch to him long enough, I finally went over that following Friday.
Mainly, because I was tired of just jacking off.

I went over just after five o'clock.  Mom had fixed an early dinner of
beef stew and I had no homework.  I went around his house and knocked
on the window.

"Come on in." he yelled without opening the curtain.

I went to the front door and opened it.  Jim was sitting in front of
the TV watching the news with the twins.  All of them were eating
friend chicken.  A large KFC bucket sat on the coffee table.

"Dean told me come on in." I said quietly.

"Hey Dave!' The twins yelled in unison, mouths full of chicken...and naked.

"You hungry?" Jim asked.

"Naw, I just ate."

I nodded bye at them and walked on back.  Dean was in some black boxer
briefs with headphones one.

As I walked in, he said, "Listen to this!"  He pulled the headphones
plug out and the music blasted.  It was some wacky goofy half rap,
half techno song that was stupid but catchy.  He started dancing
around the room all nutty and silly.  I was laughing so hard I was
soon in tears.  He acted like he was doing a sixties dance one minute,
then like disco robot the next. It was hilarious.  After it was over,
he turned it down; some other song in his play list came on.

"I hooked my computer up to the stereo, it sounds great huh?'

He came up behind me and grabbed me in a bear hug and started fake
humping me from behind.

"Well you're in a good mood!" I laughed.

"Yeah, well you finally came over to see me again.  I missed you,
fool."  He tried to sound butch while saying that.  He turned my head
around and gave me a big kiss on the lips.  My dick woke up.

"Let's fuck!"' he said...always so blunt.

"Ok..."

His eyebrows rose.  "You sure you're not too nervous to do it with my
dad up and about?"

I smiled and said, "It makes it hotter!"

I think he was half disappointed--he enjoyed making me nervous and
uncomfortable all the time, pushing my buttons.  I started stripping
for him and was naked before he was.

"Your acting bold today." He remarked.

I pulled down his underwear and started jacking his dick and French
kissed him hard.  I pushed him onto the bed and pulled one of his
nipple rings with my teeth.  I think he realized at that point that he
was going to be the "bottom" that night rather quickly.  Lying on top
of him, my mouth moved from his tit to his neck.  I knew his neck was
very sensitive and started kissing him all over it.  Our hard dicks
pressed against each other.  I put all my weight on him and he moaned.
 He was taller, but I weighed more...more muscles.  I sucked hard on his
neck and on his Adam's apple. I moved to his ear and rammed my tongue
inside it.  I love the taste of his ear wax. After his ear was
drenched with spit, I chewed on the ear lobe.  He was moaning, but I
could tell he was trying to keep from being heard by his dad and
brothers.

I roughly rolled him on his back and started tongue fucking his ass
good.  I spit into it many times and sucked it back out. I had him
pinned down so he really couldn't move.  I loved the feeling of my
chest pressed hard against his back.  Something inside me was making
me aggressive and I wasn't holding back.  Once I was satisfied that
his sweet hole was lubed enough, I moved up and mounted his ass.

"Ughh" Was the sound he made when I shoved my cock in without any
warning.  He usually seemed to like a rough fuck, so I went for it--and
I wasn't even drugged.  I started pounding him hard and loved the
friction of the spit and his hole.  It felt better than his
over-slippery lube we normally used.  I held myself up by placing one
hand on either side of him, hold myself up with my arms.  My waist
humped up and down as I slid in and out.  He was squeezing my dick
tightly with his pucker on the upstroke.

Despite the cool temperature outside, I was starting to sweat.  Dean
had a light sheen on his own back, too. I rode him good for the next
ten or so minutes.  There wasn't any foreplay, just fucking--bang bang
bang.  I loved burying my face in his sweaty hair.  The motion of our
bodies was making the bed slightly creak and I know it was heard
outside of the room, but I didn't care.  In fact, it turned me on
more.  Soon enough, I started cumming.  Without being discreet, I
moaned loud as I shot my load.

"Ohhhhh...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh...fuck..."

I soon collapsed on him.  He said nothing for a while.  Later, after
my breath was back, he spoke.  "Dude, I can't breathe."  I was
squashing him.

I laughed and rolled over, pulling my limp dick out of his wet snatch.

"Dude...what got into you?  I think the whole town heard that one?"  I
didn't answer.

"Well, you got my hole burning...at least you can sooth it with your tongue."

"Ok." I answered tiredly.

He moved around to squat over my face, his back to me.  He spread his
cheeks with both hands  I could smell my cum, spit, and sweat
emanating from his crack.  I softly began to flick my tongue over the
red, wet, and wrinkled skin.  It felt so smooth and tasted salty.  I
licked and licked and he softly moaned.  He stretched out more until
his head was over my cock.  He took my just fucked, limp dick into his
mouth and softly sucked it.  It felt wonderful.  He started jacking
himself off.  I felt his hole quiver, I thought he was going to fart,
but a long drip of my sperm ooze out.

I started sucking on his hole to get more.  My dick was getting hard
all over again.  As I tried to suck out more cum, he teasingly would
tighten and retighten his ass ring.  His cock sucking became more
rapid.  Knowing I was eating my own cum while he sucked my dirty dick
triggered a second, but less intense orgasm for me.  As I shot a small
amount of cum into his mouth, I felt him jacking harder and shooting
cum on my belly.

He moved off and lay next to me.  As he kissed my cheek, he playfully
rolled his fingers in his cum on my pecs and then placed them into my
mouth to lick them off.  Once the cum was gone, we just lay there.  I
looked over and his cheeks were flushed and pink.  There was a huge
hickey on his neck--I'd let him find that on his own later.  Suddenly,
out of nowhere, there was a loud knock.

"Did you finish your homework Dean?" came his dad's voice.

"Yeah, when I got home," he yelled.

"OK." He answered and walked off.

"I can't believe this place." I said.  "Where else could you fuck with
your parent's home?  Isn't your dad worried about me walking in seeing
your brothers naked around the house?"  I knew his dad knew about Dean
and me but his dad never talked about his brothers during our
experience.

"I told my dad a long time ago that you came over and they were
streaking around.  I told him it didn't bother you at all."

We  were silent for a minute.

"You're turned on by brothers walking around naked, huh?  I wonder how
many times you've watched them in the window."

I interrupted, "And how many times have you watched me in my windows?"
 He didn't answer.  "Yeah, I've caught you a few times." I lied.  I'd
only caught him once.  He didn't reply.

I began again, "And your dad wasn't surprised that I didn't react to
your brothers just sitting there naked with him watching TV?"

"I told him weeks back that they had already streaked in front of you
and you were cool with it."

"He accepted that so easily?" I asked.

"Yeah.  And you said yourself you go naked at home when you're alone.
I bet your mom would be cool if you told her you were a nudist.  I bet
you struttin' around bare assed might even turn her on!"

Used to his comments by now, I just rolled my eyes.

"When she's at work and my dad is home, I dare you to come over naked!"

I knew he was just teasing me, but the thought of it made my cock rise again.

"Look at you getting hard again!" he teased.

"I need to get home." I said, getting up to get dressed.

"I forgot to tell you, you're invited to my birthday dinner next week.
 Me and friends from school are eating Chinese then going to a movie.
Promise me you'll come."

"Ok...but I'll be the only regular guy there."  I accepted but I was
reluctant to do it.

- - -

Dean's birthday was on Sunday, but we were celebrating it on the day
before.  It was his 17th birthday.  I was surprised that no family was
invited, his brothers weren't even there.  It was just his Goth and
weird friends and me.  For the most part, I was comfortable.  I just
acted like myself, didn't try to be any different.  Most of them were
actually quite normal acting outside of school.  They were dressed up
crazier than school, but acted differently.

His friend Kyle, a tall blonde punk rocker type, kept watching me.  I
noticed from the corner of my eye and pretended not to see.  I did a
few things on purpose to gauge his reaction like stretching big with
my arms to flex my muscles or I scratched my crotch.  He sat
diagonally from me at the round table we were at and I swear he was
looking down at my crotch a lot by moving his eyes only.  When I made
eye contact with him, they just happened to be looking elsewhere and
he acted aloof.  That dude had to be gay (I thought to myself).  I
wondered if he and Dean had sex before.  Dean had never told me who
he'd had sex with before except for his dad and brothers.  I suspected
there were others.  Maybe I was jealous.

Dean was the center of attention and I just blended in.  He acted more
animated than usual and I noticed he put on "butch" airs compared to
our one on one visits.  His hair was died black and brown, parted on
the side, and had a silver ear ring in his left ear. He was light on
the eyeliner, but I swear he had on something on his lips.  After we
ate, everyone gave him a gift or a gift bag.  I gave him a card with
an iTunes gift card in it.  As I watched him open gifts, I noticed
Miranda watching me, but in her graceful way...just evaluating the
situation.  Did she suspect the hickey on his neck came from me?  Kyle
had stopped watching me.  Were they both just watching me to see if I
let my guard down and acted like a fag?  I became paranoid.

Finally, the gifts were over. There wasn't a birthday cake, but we all
chipped in for a big dessert and shared it.  Miranda had just gotten
her driver's license and drove us to the movies around the corner.
Once inside the theatre, I let the chicks sit next to Dean.  He looked
over at me and winked.  He was having a great time.  Kyle sat at the
end next to me.

As we watched the horror flick, a good one this time, there were a lot
of scenes that made us jump.  Each time, Kyle's leg grazed next to
mine.  Later on in the movie, our arms touched as he put his drink in
the holder between us.  Just as he pulled his hand away, his middle
finger kind of stroked the top of my hand. I pretended not to notice.
While he wasn't a hunk, he had some interesting qualities.  But, I was
there with whom I personally, to myself, regarded as my boyfriend.  I
was still turned on by the attention he was giving me...especially when
Kyle whispered in my ear, "I'm running to the men's room."  He kind of
looked back as he walked down the steps and then I knew that was an
invitation for who knows what.  I stayed in my seat.

After the movie, everyone said their good byes as Jim drove up to take
me and Dean home.  Kyle kind of looked at me and shrugged his
shoulders as if meaning, "Well, I tried."  Once we drove home, I
pondered telling Dean about it.  Likely he would get jealous.  Anytime
I talked about the hot guys I saw in the school locker room, his face
went red and he didn't speak.

All was good with Dean that night.  Despite the weirdness of Kyle, I
had a great time getting away from home for once.  The ride home went
by quickly.  I was reminded of Jim's big cock as I sat in the truck
between the two of them.  The twins were in the back seats of the
large cab.  Dean was busy telling them all about the moving in gross
detail.  In no time, we were home.  Before I got away he whispered in
my ear.

"Come over tomorrow evening...the gift I'm really waiting for is between
your hot hairy legs!"  Then he was off carrying his gifts into the
house.

Sunday, I sent him a birthday text.  I waited for a reply and one
never came.  We had planned for me to go over there and have birthday
sex.  I went to bed disappointed.  As soon as mom went to bed that
night, there was a tap at my window.  It startled me at first, but
then I realized it was him.  He was in his jacket and shorts, but
shivering.

"I need to talk." He said as I slid the window open.

"Dude, my mom just went to bed, I can't go out.  You wanna slip in the
back door?" I noticed his eyes were red and puffy and his voice
wavered.  He nodded "yes".

I went down to the other end of the house and heard mom snoring.  She
was off that night but had stayed up all day. The TV in her bedroom
was on.  I figured she wouldn't hear us at all.  I went back to the
kitchen and opened the back door quietly.  He stepped in and followed
me to my room.  Once there, I turned on my bathroom light and left the
door ajar so we could see.

"What did you do now?" I asked.  "You in deep shit for something?"

Instead of delivering me one of his usual sarcastic barbs, he just
hugged me.  I started thinking shit like one of his brothers was hit
by a car or something.

"What's wrong dude?"  I pulled away and he was teary.

"My dad had a talk with me awhile ago.  He told me..." he started
sniffing.  "Oh my god, I am crying like a fucking girl" he said in a
deep and hoarse voice.

"What is it?"

"I just found out..."

"What?" I asked.

"Hank is my real dad!"

To be continued...

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