Date: Sun, 14 Oct 2012 11:41:01 -0500
From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Twisted Next Door Neighbors Pt 7

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Twisted Next Door Neighbors Pt 7

"Does your dad know where you are?" I asked Dean.

"Yeah, I texted him after I sat out in the cold for awhile.  I told
him I was going to be at your place...so, it's good that you let me in."

I turned off the bathroom light and pulled dean to my bed.  It was
cold outside, so I wasn't naked. I had on pajama bottoms and a wife
beater.  We snuggled under the covers and I let him begin talking when
he wanted to.  I lay on my side facing him in the dark.  He lay
staring upwards.  The only light now came from all of my electronic
components (stereo, DVD player, digital alarm clock, etc) and the
mixed colors of blue, orange, and green cast a strange glow on us. I
ran my fingers though his hair. Ambient, slow electronic music came
from the internet radio station that was playing before he came
over...it was turned down so low it was barely audible.

"Happy Birthday," I said softly.

"Yeah...some birthday."

I kissed his ear.  It felt cool to my lips.

"Dad was drinking, but not as much as when he passes out."

I held my tongue.  I knew now that Jim had only been passed out the
first one or two times that Dean had sex with him while he was passed
out, but had faked being passed out when Dean and I messed with his
dad together.

"He called me into the living room and told my brothers to get to bed.
 He told me that I was about to inherit some money.  Eight thousand
dollars!"

"What?" I asked.

"Yeah...it was news to me too.  He told me that he needed to tell me a
story for me to understand how the money came into being.  I thought
he was going to tell me about some great aunt who just croaked."

I kept listening to Dean talk.  His voice was normal now, but he still
kept his voice down.  Dean's dad had told him:

"'A couple of years before you were born, I had a best friend like you
do with Dave.  Don't get embarrassed, I figured it out before the
shower scenario.

Hank and I were inseparable.  We hung out with your mom all the time,
too.  The three of us were always out partying.  I really cared about
Hank.  Fuck, I was in love with him, son.  He loved me too.  I'd had
sex with many gals up to then but when he and I met, something clicked
and that was that.  He wasn't the first guy I had been with, but the
only one that mattered.  You could say I'm bisexual.

Your mama was a wild girl.  She could out drink the two of us.  She
was wild with sex too--it turned her on to see two guys going at it.
She knew he and I messed around after she caught us kissing, she
didn't care...we was all friends.  She began to watch me and him make
out.  Later she watched us have sex.  Eventually, she joined us.  Yep,
we were a regular threesome.  We all moved out from home and got a two
bedroom apartment, but we always slept in the same bed, all three of
us.  While Hank and I were in love, I really cared for your mama, too.
 Sometimes, she and I had sex alone when Hank went to work, but he was
Ok with it.  None of us ever had any fights, we were all cool.

I decided to go to a trade school and your mama was saving up for
college.  Hank felt pressure to do something but had no interest in
college--nor in a trade of any kind.  He sometimes had problems with
depression and would sleep all day.  He surprised us one day when we
came home and he told us he had joined the army.  I was so upset, but
I kept all my feelin's inside.  It really hurt me when he left.  It
was after he left and was in basic training that your mama found out
she was pregnant--with you.'"

Dean paused in his story, his voice becoming hoarse again.  He
swallowed and began repeating what Jim had said again.

"'Hank had a multiyear commitment in the army.  He went off to the
Middle East eventually.  Right before he left, he got leave to come
home and see you for the first time.  It was the only time.  Your mama
took a picture of the two of you.  Here, I want you to have it.

Months later, Dean died when his jeep was attacked.  He was one of
three that got killed.  We were all torn up over it.   In all the
drama that followed, your mama and me became closer and it turned into
love.  Your original birth certificate says Hank Lewis is your daddy.
I adopted you after your mom and I got married.  Hank had a life
insurance policy for you, but you couldn't access it until you were
17.'"

Dean sighed.  I pulled him closer to me.

"Fuck man, when dad was telling me this, I was turned on at first by
the sex story of them all shackin' up.  Then I thought I was gonna
throw up as he finished it.  He kept trying to talk, but I ran
outside.  So, here I am."

"You know, he's still your dad.  It's like you have two dads now instead."

He chuckled "Yeah, I know...but it sucks to know that both of my
biological parents are dead."

"Well, you and your brothers are real." I said, not knowing what else to say.

"We're a fucked up bunch, man. I'm really a bastard of sorts.  Funny
how I turned out to be as gay as my real dad."

Just then, I heard my mom stirring in the kitchen.  Sometimes, even on
her night off her body wanted to stay awake as part of her usual
routine.

"You still up babe?" she called through the door.  Dean moved out of
my bed and quietly sat on my computer chair.  I sat on top of the
covers and turned the lamp on.

"You can come in," I said.

She opened the door and turned on the light.

"Dean's here mom.  Don't get mad.  He had an argument with his dad.
He knows he's over here."

"Hello sugar," mom said and came over and hugged him. "Let me make the
couch up for you."

Dean and I exchanged glances and I was laughing.  Mom walked down to
the other end of the house to get blankets out from a closet.  We
could hear her pulling open the sofa sleeper in the living room.

"You're mom's too nice...she's going to a lot of trouble."

I replied, "That's her nature, dude."

Dean changed out of his jeans and into a pair of my shorts.  After he
came out dressed for bed, mom even tucked him in!   Once she went back
to her room, I eventually heard her snoring lightly again outside her
door, this time no TV was on.  I sneaked into the living room and slid
under the covers with Dean.

"I wanna fuck you right here!" he whispered.

"Dude, mom's right down the hall."

He pulled off the covers and started pulling my shirt off.

"Strip for me." He whispered in my ear and then lightly bit it.  I
started getting a hard on.  "Get totally naked!"

I did as he said and lay back with my clothes on the pillow next to
him.  Dean stripped too and tossed his clothes on the carpet.  Then he
tiptoed into the nearby kitchen and quietly opened and closed the
refrigerator door.  He crept back in the dark and told me to pull my
knees to my chest and spread.  I thought he was going to eat me out,
but I felt the cold, greasy feeling of margarine being rubbed into my
asshole.  His fingers felt great.  He massaged my hole and slowly slid
in one finger, then other, etc.  Eventually all four were in.  Once
primed, he leaned forward and pushed his cock into me.

I winced at first as it entered, the first poke always hurt me.  He
slowly eased it all the way in.  Unlike him, when I got fucked I liked
a slow deep, grooving fuck...not a rough fuck.  Besides, we couldn't
make too much noise.  Soon he was fucking me in a good, slow rhythm.
He was able to keep fucking me and lay down over me between my legs
and kiss me.  The whole time he did that he was playing with my cock
or pinching my nips.  I wrapped my legs around his slimmer body.  His
hand was squeezed between us and was teasing my dick by jacking it
then stopping.  He wouldn't let me get too close to cumming.  Now and
then, he squeezed my balls almost until they hurt then would release
them.  He pressed his nose up into my pits now and then.

"Open your mouth," he whispered.  Then I felt a long rope of spit
dripping into my mouth from his.  The warm spit landed on my bottom
lip and I stuck my tongue out to catch it.  I tried to move up and
kiss him but he held me down teasingly.  I could overpower him
strength wise, but he always controlled me sexually...I usually
succumbed to him easily when he topped me.  Part of me liked being his
bitch.  Funny how our dynamics changed depending on who was fucking
whom.

The fuck must have gone on for nearly half an hour before he started
cumming.  As he had his orgasm, he gripped my biceps really hard and
was quietly grunting.  He fell on top of me, spent...then the sofa bed
mattress spring twanged really loud.  We had to cover our mouths from
laughing too hard. After he got his breath back, he whispered that is
was my turn.

"No man, it's after midnight.  I want to you get dressed and lay here
in bed and get some rest.  I want to hold your cum in my ass all night
while I sleep and dream about you."

With that said, we kissed and I got up and carried my clothes with me
and jumped into my own bed.  I stayed naked and pulled the covers over
my head.  I inhaled the wonderful smells of my boyfriend's fuck in the
tent of the sheet.  I only remember the alarm going off next.

It was hard to get up that next morning as it was still dark out.  I
went to the living room and tried to wake up Dean so he could go home
and get dressed for school.

"I don't wanna fuckin' go.  I really need to talk to my dad.  I'm
gonna ask him to let me stay home."

I didn't see Dean at the bus stop and I didn't have time to go try to
find out what was going on.  I figured he'd want privacy with his dad.
 His brothers were already at the bus stop when I got there.  They
apparently didn't know what had transpired.

"Dean's sick, he's staying home." Curt said to me.

"Oh, damn...too bad." I played along.

Sitting on the dull bus ride to school, I pondered Dean's situation.
Funny how I'd seen it first and Dean hadn't.  I noticed the
resemblance in Hank's face and Dean's in the baby photo.  I later
recalled seeing Dean sign his name as "Dean Lewis Johnson" when we
signed up for the upcoming Driver's Ed class.  In the high school
yearbook, Hank's full name was listed as Hank Lewis.

I was dying to know how things went after he went home.  I didn't find
out until my bus ride home.  He texted me to say things were ok but
weird...told me don't tell the twins about it because they weren't going
to tell them until they were way older.  After the bus dropped me off,
I walked up to my house and found him sitting on his back steps
smoking.  His hair was a mess and he was in a sweatshirt but wearing
shorts.  His jersey shorts were long, but they were white and I could
almost see through the worn fabric.  The inseam was ripped.

"Just waking up again?"

"Yeah, I slept most of the day except for texting you.  Dad and I
talked again.  I don't feel any different about him, but it's
depressing thinking of Hank.  I'll just keep calling him Hank.  Dad
told me stuff like where he's buried.  He's not sure how to contact
Hank's relatives."

As we were talking, it started to rain.  We each went to our own
houses to get out of the wet.  Warm stew was waiting inside for me.

- - -

The next week went by busily.  I had school projects to complete, Dean
had a paper to write.  We barely visited except for on the bus or at
lunch at school.  In the evenings, we would chat online.  He had used
some of his new money and bought a new laptop.  We'd write nasty and
sexual message back and forth.  His laptop had a web cam, so he'd jack
off for me as I jacked off watching him.

Friday finally came and we were excited about starting our driver's
education class on the Saturday of that weekend.  We got off the bus
and the twins raced ahead to their house as usual.  Dean and I slowly
walked from the bus and saw my mom driving out.  She unrolled the
window to say she was going to the store and asked if we wanted to
join--we declined.  As she drove off, Dean said just what I was
thinking.

"Let's go fool around in your room!"

I unlocked the back door with my own key and we went on into my room.
It was a mess...clothes on the floor and drawers open.  I threw down
my gym bag and he picked it up and started going through it.

"Dude, why haven't I seen this before?  I thought you just wore
underwear under your shorts"

He was holding up my jock strap.  In the cold weather lately I had
been changing out of my sweaty clothes into my regular clothes.
Today, I had brought them home in my gym bag.  I had worn that gear
five days in a row, straight.

"Those briefs were bunching up, I bought me a jock.  It feels way
better." I explained.

He sniffed them deeply.

"Mmmm, smells like you.  Put it on!"

I sat on the bed and lifted my shoes.  I loved it when he took my
shoes off me.  He untied them and pulled them off.  I pulled my jeans
and boxer briefs off.  I pulled my t-shirt off and tossed it in the
corner.  I pulled on the jockstrap and stood up for him to see.

"Holy motherfucking shit!  I'm gonna cum just looking at this!"

His flattery made my dick start growing in my jock.

"I didn't shower after gym class, wanna check these out." I raised my
arms to show my dank pits.  Knowing how he loved my scents, I used
them to egg him on.

He got up and started eating out my left pit while my arm was still
raised. As his nose and mouth pressed into my pit, I wrapped my arm
around him in a bear hug, preventing him from moving. His nose and
mouth tickled but I wasn't about to release him just yet.  I was gonna
play the body stink card that day.

After getting my left pit serviced, I moved him to the other and he
sucked away at my pit hair.  After I let him go, I grabbed him for a
kiss and smelled my funk on his face.  It made me harder.  With my
jock still on, I put one foot up on the bed and pushed head down just
under my ass and pulled his nose into it.  He huffed it and moaned.
The way he worshiped me elated me.  At school, in the locker room,
etc, I often felt self conscious about my body or looks, but when I
was with Dean I felt like a total stud.

After I felt satisfied that my ass crack and hole were thoroughly
serviced, I lay back on the bed and lifted my feet again and he took
his remaining clothes off.  He lay down on the bed with his own feet
at my end and my feet by his face.  He peeled off my sweaty socks and
held them under his nose.

"That's right...sniff hard, bro."  he looked up me and winked.

He began massaging my feet with his hands and licking between my toes.
 It felt so damn good getting my feet serviced, I forgot about my dick
needing it.  I could have lay there all day with my feet being taken
care of.  While he was sucking my toes, I sucked on his too.  They
tasted salty but didn't smell.  I know my feet did.  After a bit, he
moved up to me and we began making out.

"I don't wanna fuck or suck." I told him.  "I just wanna lay naked like this."

We made out for the next half hour and were startled by the sound of
mom's car driving up.  I'd never seen Dean dress so fast.  I was
struggling with my pants when he was already dressed.  Somehow he
managed to hop out of the back door as mom was unlocking the front
door.  With him gone, I didn't look so conspicuous with no shoes on
and my undershirt only covering my upper body.  I ran out to get the
groceries and didn't see Dean anywhere.

After the groceries were brought in, I went to my room to nap before
dinner.  I was so relaxed now after being with Dean.  As I lay there
on my bed, I let one arm hang off the bed.  My arm felt a weird lump
in the side of the bed.  I felt between the mattresses and found his
undershirt, socks, and underwear crammed there--that's how he got
dressed faster!

Funny, when I had met Dean, I would have thought it gross to sniff
pits, feet, butthole, etc.  But he gave me a new appreciation for it.
I picked up his t-shirt first and draped it over my head.  For someone
who likes mansmells, he sure covered his up.  In the summer, he seemed
to be sloppy and not over-groomed.  But when he went to school, he
always smelled like cologne or like his shower gel, etc.  He wouldn't
go to school without getting all fixed up and smelling good.  No
matter, I liked him musky or clean.

His undershirt smelled of his Kenneth Cole Black cologne.  I could
smell his Ban deodorant on it, too.  After inhaling that, I pulled up
his underwear.  Ironically those smelled the opposite.  I could smell
his ass in the back of them and in the front smelled of dried piss.
His socks smelled a little like talcum powder.  I drifted off to
sleep.

"You hungry honey?" came mom's voice through my door.  She never
entered without knocking or calling out first.  I groggily opened my
eyes to find his socks on my pillow.  I pushed his clothes under the
covers and got up fast.

"Just waking up, mom."

"Ok sweetie." She answered.  "We're eating leftovers.  Just heat up
whichever you want...the containers are in the fridge."

I got up and ate dinner and then hit the sack again.  I'd covered my
pillow with Dean's shirt.  I slept very well.

- - -

My alarm went off at 9am.  At first I thought I had forgotten to turn
it off for the weekend, but then I remembered it was for the driving
class.  I went to my bathroom and splashed cold water on my face to
help me wake up.  It didn't work.  I still wanted to crawl back into
my warm bed and sleep some more.  Jim was going to drive us to the
shopping strip where the classes were held and my mom agreed to picked
us up.  I walked over to Dean's and knocked on their door.

"Come in!" I heard Jeff yell.

I stepped inside to find Jeff in naked and Curt in an old t-shirt of
his dad's (barely covering his dick and balls--fucking his naked
brother!  Jeff had a joystick in his hand, back on the couch, legs in
the air.

"Dean ain't up yet," Curt said.

"What the hell?  You're fucking your brother?"  As usual, I was
shocked when I really shouldn't have been given their record.

"Yeah, we hear you and Dean do it all the time, so we tried and it
sure feels good!"  He kept pounding his brother.

Jeff kept playing his video game looking past his brother.  I sat down
and started rubbing my crotch through my pants.  As soon as I did,
Curt hooted and was obviously cumming.  After he was done, he pulled
out and wiped his dick on the couch cushion.  Jeff sat all the way up
and cheered that he'd finally made it to the next game level.  He
handed the game controller to his brother and rubbed his ass.

After they were done, it was like it had never happened.  I sat there
dazed but remembered I needed to go wake up Dean.  I didn't even knock
on his door; I just opened it and entered.  He was indeed asleep.  I
was kind of pissed because I made the effort to get up early and he
didn't.  If he didn't get up right away, we'd be late.  He was lying
there his head almost completely covered by his sheet.  I turned on
the light and there was no reaction.  So, I jumped on top of him and
held the sheet down over his head.  He jerked awake in a panic and
couldn't move.

"You guys get the fuck off", he mumbled under the covers...apparently he
thought his brothers had jumped him.

I started to play-hump him hard.

"This is a rape." I said in a fake voice and pounded harder.  Then I
stopped and pulled the sheet away from his face.

"You dumbass!" he sleepily mumbled. Then he sat up.

"Of fuck, I didn't set my alarm.  I was supposed to wake up dad to
take us.  Is he still up?"

I told him, "No."

"OK, wait here for me dude."

He scrambled out of bed naked and walked to his dad's room.  I heard
him talking and then I heard him close the bathroom door and start to
shower.  I sat there bored and sleepy waiting.  I saw the envelope
that our report cards were mailed out in and pulled out the slip of
paper.  "Fuck!" I thought.  Dean's grades were all A's except for
English (a "B").  It kind of irked me because I saw how little he
studied.  He started every assignment on the night before it was due.
He complained about how bored he was in all his classes all day.  Me,
I had to study hard to make all of the B's and C's that were on my own
report card.  Algebra kicked my ass.  Despite my hard work, my grades
were so mediocre to his.  I was feeling a little resentful.  Then he
burst in drying himself off just after I had placed the envelope back.

"Dad's getting dressed.  I'll be ready in two minutes."

"Look that sexy ass!" I told him as he pulled jeans over them with no
underwear.  He pulled a skin tight black t-shirt on then a hoodie.  He
pulled on his tennis shoes with no socks.

"I guess if you need socks or underwear you can stop by my place
later!" I joked.  He just grinned, understanding I'd found his
clothes.  "I'm gonna keep'em!"

"Yeah, but I need to trade mine back in for some with new Dave stank
on them." He laughed.

"Come on guys!" boomed Jim's voice as he passed Dean's door.  We
hurried out after him to the truck.  The twins were no longer in the
living room.  It was like no evidence of their fuck scene existed.  I
didn't tell Dean about it.

I ended up sitting in the middle again on the large front seat between
Dean and his dad.  I had scooted in too far, but Dean had sat right
next to me not giving me any room to move.  His dad got in and my hips
were touching both of theirs.  The close contact to both of them made
me horny.  I imagined how hot a threesome would be with Jim and Dean
topping me.

As we drove into town, Dean was almost dozing again.  At a red light
in town, Jim chuckled a little and looked down at my crotch.  I hadn't
realized my hand was placed where my hard on was poking up.  I should
have noticed since my jeans were tight.  With Jim noticing my
erection, I became hornier.  I fantasized of him stopping on the side
of the road and letting me suck each one of them off.  But, before I
knew it, he was pulling into the shopping strip where the class was
at.  Four identical cars were parked out front that said "student
driver on board" on the side of them.  I elbowed Dean awake and he
shuffled himself to undo the seat belt and get out of the truck.

The class was going to be four Saturdays long, but the first class was
three hours plus an hour of driving in a car with an instructor.  In
our first session, the three hours of instruction were painfully dull.
 I saw Dean nearly dozing the whole time.  The instructor emphasized
items that were going to be on the state driving test in the handbook
we were following along in.  I was meticulously underlining those
sections, but Dean just stared in space.  I'd come to realize later on
that he didn't exactly have a photographic memory, but was able to
absorb what he heard or read one time and retain it much better than
me.  The class was taught by an old lady.  While her personality was
nice, her tone in delivering the information was monotone.  There were
twelve students including us, mostly teens that I had never seen
before--possibly from other nearby towns.

On the next three weekends, we spent less time in class and more time
on the road.  There were 3 other instructors that drove with us.
There were three students and an instructor per car.  Dean and I
learned fast and got good comments from the instructors.  We got bored
when it wasn't our time to drive.  When we were in the back seat
having to wait for the third student to do their drive, Dean would
give me sexy looks and rub his dick through his pants.

The weekend before Thanksgiving, we took our final class and got our
learner's permits.  We planned to go take the driving test after
Christmas.  Two days after Thanksgiving, it was my birthday.  Dad
drove into town with my step family and joined my mom at one of the
only decent restaurants in town and we all had a great time.  My
sisters acted less bratty and I was genuinely glad to see them all.
Despite the great time, I was especially looking forward to seeing
Dean.  He said he had a very special gift that he'd bought for me
online.  I thought it was a CD.  It wasn't.

After mom went to work, Dean came over.  I told him to meet me on my
back steps.  I finally drug out my joint that I'd been saving since I
moved there.  It was a fat one. Dean walked over carrying a US postal
service box with a bow on it.  It was a long rectangular box which I
thought was going to be a bottle of some kind of booze because of its
shape.  We had trouble lighting my joint in the wind, but once it was
lit, we smoked until it was completely gone.  We froze our asses off,
but my room would have reeked of it had we done it inside.

"Dude, I've been craving this since my dad raided my room."

The wind started to blow even worse and we felt sprinkles.

"Let's get back inside!" I shouted over the noise from the wind.

He followed me back inside and we took off our jackets and walked to
my room.  I'd forgotten about the box that he brought over.   We
plopped onto my bed, still clothed, and he snuggled next to me.  I
could smell the scent of the outdoors in his wild looking hair.

"What's in the box?" I asked, now very stoned.

"Open it stud." He answered.

In my stupor, it was tricky trying to find the edge of the clear
packing tape to pull off so I could open the box.  I just kept rolling
it around looking for the ideal place to open it.

"Just tear it open, fuck!" he laughed.

I ripped the end flap off and pulled out some stuffing.  I reached in
a felt a rubber tip.  I pulled it all the way out and behold, it was a
long fat rubber dildo.

"What the hell?" I laughed.

"You know you want something bigger up your ass than you've had
before.  We can use it together.  I ordered it online.  I told dad I
ordered some tshirts in case it came when he was home."

I replied, "Dude, its huge...I can't take that!"

"Let's find out!"

He pulled a small box of lube from his pocket.

"Where did you get that lube?"

"Wal-Mart!" he laughed.  "Seriously!"

He opened the box and tossed it in the floor after he pulled out the
bottle of Astroglide.

"Take off your pants!  Leave your flannel shirt on!"

I lazily pulled off my shoes and pants so I was left with my red and
black plaid flannel shirt and calf high sweat socks.

"Unbutton just the first few buttons." He ordered.

I unbuttoned like he asked so now I was laying there pantsless with
the cleavage of my pecs showing.

"Fuck you look so hot I could jack off just looking at you."

He rubbed his cock through his jeans and then pulled off his shirt and
pants.  He was wearing small white briefs that look like they were
spray-painted on--his balls were showing on the sides.

"Where did you get those?" I laughed.

"They're my brother's!"

He picked up the lube and told me to lay back and lift my butt.  He
slid my extra pillow up under my ass.   I held my knees up to my belly
and gave him a nice view of my spread open ass, dick, and balls.

"Holy fuck!" he said as he moved in and started eating my hole.  After
about five minutes of munching, he pulled off and popped the lube
bottle open.  He poured a generous amount into his cupped hand and
then rubbed it into my hole.  He spent a while priming it with his
fingers, easily going to four fingers with no effort this time.  I'd
never used store bought lube and it felt incredible.  Dean poured lube
all over the dildo and slowly pushed its head into my ass.  It didn't
hurt until he had pushed in about two inches...it was way fatter than
his dick.  He poured lube on my own cock and was milking it.

"Stop it! You'll make me cum." I protested.  He started massaging my
balls instead.  With slow movements and pauses he eventually got most
of it in my ass.  I didn't have a clue because I was so high.  I just
knew my ass felt like a water balloon was in there.  He told me to
close my legs tight and he'd be right back.  He went to my bathroom
and pulled out one of the little mirror sliding doors on the medicine
cabinet.

"Now pull your knees back up!"  "Look!"

I looked at the reflection of my ass in the mirror and was stunned to
see that monster dildo all the way inside my ass!

"Oh my GOD..."

"Yeah, you took it all, baby!"

He began to fuck my hole with the dildo in regular strokes like it was
him that was fucking me.  He moved up and lightly  bit my tit as his
one arm was stretched working the dildo.  We kissed and I was in
another world.  I found myself fantasizing about Jim fuck fucking me.
Then I thought of getting gang banged by my athletics class.  Just
then, he started jacking my lubed up dick and I began spurting cum and
groaning loud.

"Ohhh fuck...uhhh..."

After I came, Dean licked up all of my cum from all the places on me
that it splattered.  He moved up my chest and unbuttoned my shirt all
the way and sat on my chest, knees under my pits.  He started jacking
off and sprayed my face with cum...some of rolled into my nose.  I
sniffed hard so it went further up my nostril.  After he was done
marking me, he lay on top of me and we made out until my fried mind
drifted off into to some other realm of dreams.

I don't know when he left.  I just woke up the next day in just my
socks under the warm covers.  My flannel shirt was on the floor with
the rest of my clothes.  I got up to piss.  I felt dizz so I sat on
the toilet to do it.  I felt high still.  As my bladder emptied, I
felt a soreness in my ass.  I slowly began remembering the dildo.

Mom had come home and already gone to bed.  I looked around my room
for the dildo, but didn't see it until I opened my closet.  The white
box it came in was discreetly sitting next to a shoebox that held my
Nike's.  I opened it up and found the dildo still sticky from the
night before.  I pulled it out and found the bottle of lube crammed
inside too.  I sniffed the dildo...smelled more like rubber than my ass.

It felt stuffy in my room as the heater came on again.  I pulled on my
sweatpants and sweatshirt and decided I'd try a brisk morning jog to
sober up.  I hopped out of the back door and heard some clanging
noises.  It was Jim working on his truck.  He looked fine in his faded
jeans, tight butt, cowboy boots, and long sideburns.  My dick started
to react just as he looked over and nodded hello.  I noticed his eyes
looking downward.  I glanced down and there was a slight tent forming
(I had no underwear on).  I shrugged my shoulders and he smiled.  I
took off jogging toward the road.

The cold air helped wake me up, but I couldn't stop thinking of seeing
Jim there working on his truck.  I wanted his cock in my mouth again
really bad.  I ran even faster.  Despite the cold air, I was soon
sweating under my clothes like crazy.  As I continued to jog under the
morning sun, I heard a truck slow down behind me.  I turned around and
stopped jogging.  It was Jim!

"I got your signal boy.  Hope on in!"

To be continued...

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