Date: Sun, 21 Oct 2012 09:24:05 -0500
From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Twisted Next Door Neighbors Pt 8

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Twisted Next Door Neighbors Pt 8

"What?" I nervously laughed.

Now wasn't the time to fake embarrassment but I did it anyway.

"Hop in." he said.

I walked to the passenger door and opened and hopped up into the front seat
to find his dick out, hard, and with a bead of precum in its slit.  There
was an unopened forty ounce can of beer in the drink holder.

"You can start while I drive."

The second the door was shut he pressed the accelerator and we were moving
swiftly.  I meekly bent over and started sucking his dick while we drove.  I
could smell an industrial fume scent in his jeans.  Having been exposed,
the head of his dick felt cool as it grazed the roof of my mouth.  I'd
forgotten how much thicker his cock was than Dean's until I had it in my
mouth.  As we drove down the country road, he pushed my head down further
on his fat dick until I gagged.  My own dick was hard and leaking in my
sweat pants.  I felt the truck turning off the road and driving onto a
bumpy gravel road.  I tried to look up, but he held my head down firmly.  After
about nearly a minute, he put the truck in park and turned it off.

"That's it, suck it faster...work on that head, yeah...fuck you suck good, kid."

The compliment made me start sucking like a vacuum up and down, still
gagging at times but enjoying it all the same.  Jim's cock was a major
precum leaker, so I kept getting a taste of his salty juice.  He ran his
fingers though my hair with his left hand while his other hand was slipping
under the elastic of my sweats.  His fingers traced down my sweaty crack
and massaged my asshole.  I wanted a mouthful of his cum so bad.  I didn't
even care if I shot my own load.  Still another ten or more minutes went by
and he still made me keep sucking after my jaw began to ache.  He pulled
his hand out of my sweatpants and I heard him spit on his fingers.  His
fingers appeared in my crack again, this time wet and covered in spit, they
dug into my hole.

"I think it's about time I get to tap that booty that my son is always
getting some of.  You gonna offer me some tail?

"Uhhum." Was all I could say while my mouth was crammed with dick.  It
really wasn't a yes or no, but he understood it to be affirmative.

"Hop out!" he ordered in a gruff manner.

With spit drooling down my chin, I opened the door and hopped to the ground.
We were in a clearing of a thickly wooded area just off a dirt road.  I
didn't have time to think about whose land it or anything...I just followed
orders.

He walked to the back of the truck and popped the handle to lower the
tailgate.

"Pull your pants down."

I meekly pushed my sweatpants down to my ankles.  My hard dick flopped into
the cool morning air.  The chill felt good to my sweaty balls.  He moved
down and took my dick in his mouth.  He sucked it like a pro down to the
base in one fast motion and sniffed into my teen bush. He started sucking
me good and I had to put my hands to the left and right of me to hold onto
the tailgate.  My legs went weak as he made me squirm.  Not only was he
sucking me expertly, but his tongue was doing a number inside his mouth to
my piss slit and the underside of my shaft.  I was sure I was going to cum
and started to tense up--he immediately pulled off.

"Oh no, not yet buddy."

How did he know?  He stood up with a shit eating grin and pulled my
sweatshirt off over my head and tossed it into the bed of the truck.

"Get rid of those!" He pointed at my sweatpants.  I nervously took them off
and tossed them next to my sweatshirt.  I was now wearing nothing but shoes
and socks.

With plenty of ease, he placed his hands under my arms and easily lifted me
up onto the tailgate.  My ass thudded onto the bed liner with a "flop"
sound.  He pressed my belly forward and made me lie on my back.  He grabbed
my legs around the calves and lifted them up...I understood that meant for me
to lift my legs up and pull my knees to my belly.

 "Stay just like that!"

He walked off and opened the truck door then closed it.  He came back with
the unopened can of beer.  I heard the top pop open and he guzzled some of
it down.  Then, I nearly jumped out of my skin as I felt freezing cold beer
being poured into my ass crack!  After several drips, he dug three rough
fingers into my hole.  While in there, he spread them to open my hole
further and poured in more beer.  He was lubing my asshole with beer!

The cold bubbles made my ass tingle. He began double finger fucking me and
pouring more beer into my hole.  I couldn't tell how much was actually
going inside but I could feel it going up my chute for sure.  Then he
stopped and just past my legs in the air, I saw him guzzling down more beer.

Without any fanfare, his slid his cock inside at first, it was numb from
the cold beer, but then after he pushed the whole damn thing in, my ass was
on fire.

"UHHHH!" I shouted.

"You want me to stop?  You can't take it, son?"

My eyes watered and my face felt flushed.  I really wanted this but I
wasn't prepared for his girth.  Somehow it was so different from the rubber
dildo (which I had control of and didn't move on its own).  I decided to
take it like a man.

"I'm cool, dude."

He chuckled and began to slowly fuck me.  As he fucked me, I wrapped my
legs around his waste until they clung to his denim covered cheeks.  I felt
my ass ring relax when I tightened my legs around him.  His rough hands
stroked my cock and played with my nuts.  Then he ran his hands up over my
belly and up to my chest.  He massaged my pecs rubbed my stomach.  It made
me relax.

"You got a fine body, boy.  You really keep in shape huh."

I just nodded.  I loved the feeling of his rough and strong hands feeling
me over like a piece of new, young meat for his amusement.

"So you like fucking Dean?  I love hearing the two of you go at it!"

"Ugh...you can...ugh...hear us?"

I was wincing each time he made the down stroke into my rectum.

"Most of the time.  Those walls are too thin not to.  I hear his brothers
going at it too."

"Why don't you fuck Dean, sir?  Ow!"  He pushed hard that time.  "You know
he wants it since he road your cock when he thought you were passed out--he
still doesn't know you were faking..."

"Mind your own business, son."

He started fucking faster, seeming agitated now.  Even though my hole
burned, the pressure of it being packed was incredible.  I'd never felt so
full, even with the dildo.  His fingers pinched my tits hard as he banged
me.  I didn't touch my dick because I knew it would all end too soon.

The truck was rocking now as he banged me on the tailgate.  He was still
totally dressed with his cock and balls out fucking me good.  I looked up
into his eyes and he just nodded his head and grinned.  It was thrilling
being outdoors in just my socks and tennis shoes out in the brisk woods.  Just
went I thought he'd finally give me some mercy and shoot his load, he
stopped.

"Get on yer knees!"

I rolled over, my ass feeling empty, and crouched doggy-style on the
tailgate.   I felt the beer being poured into my crack again and four
fingers digging around.  My cock had remained rock hard the entire time,
never dropping for a second since I'd gotten in the truck.  It really
needed attention.  He pushed his fat dick and started plowing me again.  As
he banged, he held onto my legs with an iron grip as his balls slapped
against mine.  I reached back and started jacking my dick.  He didn't
protest.  The excitement of getting fucked by my best friend's "dad", being
outdoors naked, and finally jacking my dick, I started moaning loudly and
shooting my sperm all over the tail gate liner.  My hand was whacking my
dick so fast, causing it to fling my cum all over.  As my knees dug into
the cracks in the liner, scratching them up, I heard low rumble turn into a
shout.

"Oh FUCK, OH FUCK, SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTT..."  He was cumming into my
ravaged ass. It felt like a water gun being shot in my ass.  I could
literally feel the spurts of cum shooting and his cock twitching up inside
my red ass lips--this was no teen orgasm, it was a "man cum".  After he was
finally done having one of the longest orgasms I'd seen anyone have, he
pulled his cock out of my worn hole.  I lay on my side on the tailgate,
catching my breath.

"Here, bet you can squeeze out some more."

He plopped his dirty dick into my mouth and I sucked the last ounces of cum
from his slit.  I milked it with my hand to make sure all of it was
squeezed out.

"You'll need this I bet...it should feel good after that fuck."

He poured some more beer into my crack to soothe my stinging hole.  I tried
to slide down to the ground, but I was light headed.  I felt his strong
arms reach around me and carried me to the front seat of the truck where
I'd left my door open.  He walked to the back and I heard him drink the
rest of his beer in gulps and then squash the can with his hand.  He tossed
it into the leaves and entered the cab with my clothes in his hands.  He
tossed the clothes behind the seat and slid into his seat.  The truck seat
was not divided, but was a single seat all the way across.

"Come here."

He patted his right knee.  I slid over to sit his lap.  He slid his arms
around me and we kissed.  His beer breath felt hot on my neck as his mouth
moved to my Adam's apple and then back to my lips.  My dick started to get
hard again.  He was a damn good kisser.  His tongue was all over...sucking my
own tongue like it was a dick.  Eventually, he put both arms around me
tightly and I lay my head on his shoulder.  I felt like  was hugging my dad
and a lover at the same time.  He whispered into my ear.

"We gotta go, son."

As he turned the key to start the truck, I saw the clock on radio.  We'd
been out there for an hour fucking!  As we rode back, lay naked on the seat
and suckled his limp cock until we got closer to home.  A pat on my head
was a hint to get dressed.  I pulled on my clothes quickly.   At my
request, he let me out just before the trailer park and he drove on in
alone.

After I stepped onto the pavement and the door closed, reality hit me.  I
kept seeing Dean's face in my mind.  I kept thinking of the expression on
his face that I often saw when he saw me for the first time each day.  I
was feeling guilty as fuck.  I loved getting fucked by Jim, but I felt like
such shit emotionally after it was done.  Was this considered cheating when
he fooled around with his brothers...when he would suck and ride his dad's
cock when he thought he was passed out?  I suddenly felt
melancholy...miserable.  I walked back to my house far behind him.  As I
walked in, I waved at one of the neighbors sitting in their lawn reading a
bible...she was another old lady that lived in the first home by the road.

After I got home, I was dead tired again after that workout.  I stripped in
my room and got into bed.  As I lay in bed, I looked over at my sweatpants
on the floor.  There was a huge wet spot in the ass...I had been leaking!

- - -



The rest of December flew by.  I spent half the Christmas vacation with my
mom and grandparents, the rest with my dad and step family.  I didn't get
to see Dean at all, but we texted and called on our cell phones.  While he
was out of town visiting his grandparents in Tennessee, Dean would text me
photos of his cock.   I really missed him, not just his dick, but his
companionship.

I had a lot of fun during those two weeks off from school, but I was glad
to get back home where I could have some privacy.   School was very busy
with projects and homework through January.  In February, Dean's dad was
cool with him using some of his insurance money to buy an old, used car.  They
spent weekends sprucing it up and tuning up the motor.  I joined Dean and
Jim on those cold weekends.  I had fun getting all dirty and greasy working
on the car.  I began developing a fascination with the mechanical aspect of
it all.  Jim was a good instructor on explaining the basics of the engine.  My
own dad had never been too car savvy and we'd never worked on any of his
vehicles together.

When February had rolled around, Dean and I went to take our driver's test
and we got our licenses.   Mom let me drive her car only when she was in
it, but Jim let Dean go driving on short errands.  We had a blast driving
around, experiencing a new form of freedom.  With that freedom, came
responsibility.  Jim encouraged Dean and I go out and find our first
jobs.  Dean
and I applied everywhere together but got hired at different places.  I got
a job in a Jiffy Lube; he got a job at Taco Bell.  I knew he was going to
hate it, but I loved my new job.

In town, the Jiffy Lube was two blocks from Taco bell.  Whenever our shifts
were the same, Dean drove me to work and took me home.  Bored on my lunch
breaks, sometimes I'd walk down to Taco Bell for lunch as an excuse to see
him.  They were often busy and his boss was a fuckin' bitch.  If they were
slow, she had him or whoever out cleaning tables, mopping, etc.  However,
he persevered through another two months.

One day early in March, we had unseasonably warm weather and I was in a
good mood.  I came back from my break and I saw a hot guy that was in our
Driver's Ed. Class.  He was tall, buff, and had short curly hair.  Dean and
I used to scope him out and admire his hot ass from afar.  Once on our
class break, he'd asked Dean for a cigarette outside.  We didn't get any
gay vibes from him.  Just another hot straight guy, we thought.  Well, as I
entered the garage to get work on the next car in line, I saw that guy in
the waiting room.

I picked up the printout with his information and keys in a plastic
envelope.  It read "Jason Moore".  He was getting a lube job for his brand
new Mustang.  Just then, my cell vibrated and I answered it.  My boss was
cool with us having our cells in the garage as long as we kept working.  It
was Dean.

"I'm on break...you have yours yet?"

"Yeah, and get this," I said, "That Jason guy from the driving class is in
here getting a lube job!"

He laughed.  "You better not be lubing his ass!"

"I gotta go."  I said.

I hung up just as my boss came through the door.  I worked on Jason's car
promptly.  It was really pimpin'.  He'd got every add-on he could for the
car.  Likely, it was his dad's.  He could see me from the lobby, so I
wasn't able to snoop through the car like I sometimes did for fun.  My boss
was still hovering around, so I got the job done and turned the keys back
in.

An hour later, I got a text from Dean stating that the Jason guy had just
eaten there at Taco Bell.  I texted him to call me on his next break.

The phone vibrated thirty minutes later.  I answered it and went into the
employee restroom and locked the door.

"What's up sexy?" he said.

"So that dude came there too?"

"Yeah," Dean said.  "And he kind of flirted with me."

"What?"  I got a little jealous, but turned on too.

"Yeah man, after I took his order and started packing his food...by the way
he ordered a shit load of food...I noticed him checking me out from the
corner of my eye.  No one else was in line.  We have been slow here all day.
When I handed him his bag, he kind of touched my hand in a weird way.  Hey,
I gotta go."

He hung up.  Probably was sneaking in a call to me when he wasn't supposed
to be.  I was horny the rest of the day.  It didn't help that the other
guys working with me were hot as fuck, strutting around in their uniforms
looking butch as hell.  I was tempted to go the bathroom and rub one out,
but we stayed too busy until mom picked me up and drove me home after my
shift.

Dean was supposed to work until they closed at eleven that night.  I waited
outside for him.  I was so fucking horny.  He enjoyed having me top him in
my uniform, so I'd left it on.  Time passed and he still didn't show up.  I
texted him and he didn't reply.  I looked over at his place and the truck
wasn't there.  Likely Jim had taken the twins to a movie or something as
they usually did on Saturday nights.  I called him close to midnight and
there was no answer.  Just then, I heard feet running down the gravel road.
I saw Dean running toward his house.  I jumped off the back of my mom's car
and stood to greet him.  I figured his car must have stalled somewhere.

Just as he reached me I stood to greet him and tried to stop him from
running past me.  Our bodies collided as I made him abruptly stop; the two
of us almost fell to the ground.  He was huffing and puffing and looked
panicked.

"What the fuck man?"  I shouted.

Then I saw his black eye.  His face was scraped up.

"What happened?"  I said more calmly. He was too out of breath to talk.

"Come on, let's go inside."

Mom was at work that night, her days off were still Sunday and Monday
nights.  We went inside my place and only a dim lamp was on.  I turned on
the overhead light and saw his uniform sleeve was ripped.  He looked like
he was going to cry.  His story came out in a rushed flurry of words with
no breaks.

"After work, I was about to get in my car.  Everyone else drove off and I
was getting my phone out to call you.  That Jason guy was parked at the
back and I hadn't noticed him.  He came up to me and started talking.  I
thought it was weird, but I sat there and talked to him.  He started
telling me that he got my message.  Said he knew I was checking him out
when he ordered his food...said I flirted with him in our driving class.  He
grabbed me tried to kiss me.  It was dark and everyone had gone.  I
struggled and he pulled me to the dumpster and tried to force me behind it!
When I tried to get way, he slammed me into the wall.  I tried fighting
back and he punched me in the face.  I kicked in the balls so hard he
pulled away and I ran.  I ran all the way home!"

I pulled him to me and hugged him tightly.  His hair was damp and cold with
sweat.  He had run home nearly eight miles without stopping!  I took him to
my room so he could change out of that uniform into one of my t-shirts.  As
I pulled off his shirt, there was a huge purple bruise already forming on
his smooth, white back.  My heart was breaking for him so bad, but
uncontrollable anger surged.  I wanted to go kill that fucker.  Good thing
I knew his name...good thing the computer at work had his address.

- - -

Jim and the twins returned shortly after I calmed Dean down.  Jim came over
looking for him since his car wasn't home.  Dean lied to his dad.  He told
him that he got mugged upon leaving work.  Jim immediately called the cops
on the way to go pick up Dean's car.  I drove with them.  As we drove up,
we saw the back window of Dean's car was bashed.  The cops showed up just
behind us.  It turned out that out of shame, feeling he egged it on, Dean
didn't tell the cops who really beat him up.  He said it was a stranger.  I
was livid that he blamed himself.  We found Dean's iphone where it landed
in the bushes unharmed.  His keys were nearby.

- - -

It took a whole lot of persuading, but mom let me drive her car alone to
"go visit friends" on Sunday.  She went to sleep and I got in the car and
drove off.  I stopped at work and pretended I'd left my cell phone.  The
boss was off but his office and computer was on for anyone to do paperwork.
I quickly looked up Jason Moore's account and then googled his address.  Twenty
five minutes later, I found the house with the Mustang in front of it.  It
was a rural piece of land with six fancy new houses on it.  I stayed parked
in the trees up the road for a long time until finally the Mustang left.   From
a distance, I followed it into town.  Another car drove between me and the
Mustang, but kept up with it.  It eventually stopped at a feed store.

During the next week, I made two other trips to the feed store.  The first
time, I just passed it and drove back home.  One the second trip.  I parked
down the road and walked.  I nervously walked around the building and saw
no one.  I heard some noise from the back and peeped around the
corner.  Loading
huge bags of feed into a small trailer, there was Jason.

I took him totally by surprise.  With his football player build, it
shouldn't have been so easy.  I sneaked up behind him and pushed him into
the trailer and pulled his arms behind him.   He swung around, still
reeling and we wrestled to the ground.

"What the fuck dude? He tried to say as we struggled.

"What the fuck?" I yelled.  "WHAT THE FUCK?"

I had him on his back, arms pinned down.

"You beat up my best friend, you stupid motherfucker...and now you're gonna
get it!"

"Your faggot friend?  He's a pussy!"  He spit in my face.

I started laying into his face, punch after punch, I couldn't stop.  The
next thing I knew, some older man was pulling me off him.  Just as I got
pulled off, Jason belted me so hard in the stomach I couldn't breathe.  Then
I got back handed across my jaw.

- - -

The cops were there quickly.  They took us both in.  Neither of us spoke.  I
wouldn't say anything to the cops while they arrested us.  We were both in
the back seat riding to the station in handcuffs.  My fist was bleeding.  His
face was really fucked up.  At the station, the cops got out and left us in
the car alone for almost a minute.  That's when I said the only words to
him.

"You don't press charges and I won't tell them you're a fuckin faggot who
tried to rape my boyfriend.  He'll blab and then everyone will know you're
a faggot, too, brother.  Everyone you know will find out what a homo you
really are!"  I said through closed teeth.

He just swallowed, looking scared.  Then the doors opened and he said
quickly, "Tell them it was over a girl."

- - -

My mom screamed at me for an hour until she was hoarse.  I was grounded for
two months--no phone, no internet, no car for sure.  My dad called and
yelled at me.  Jason and I only got citations for the fight.  The judge
ordered an anger management class and public service as punishment.

That evening, there was a knock at the door.  It was Jim.  After I stepped
outside away from mom, he shook my hand and then pulled me into a hug.  "Thank
you, son.  He told me what really happened," was all he said and walked
away.  He turned back and winked.  I peered over at their living room
window and a silhouette of Dean was there but quickly disappeared.

That night, sulking in my room, I heard a knock on my window.  I jumped up
to open the curtains and saw a piece of notebook paper taped to my window.  The
paper had a single handwritten note on it and was pressed to the window
like a small sign held up with duct tape.  It simply said, "I love you too."

To be continued...

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