Date: Thu, 1 Nov 2012 18:37:50 -0500
From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Twisted Next Door Neighbors Pt 9

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Twisted Next Door Neighbors Pt 9


Spring Break sucked.  Dean and his family went out of town for a vacation
and I was stuck at home.  I worked all week since there was no school.  The
hours that I worked centered around the hours that my mom was available to
take me to work or pick me up.  It was embarrassing and I got teased about
it.  At home I was bored into oblivion.  I had nothing to do but read.  Mom
had even taken my TV out of my room as part of being grounded. That first
weekend after the incident with Jason and the cops, mom had been a real
bitch.  I had never seen her that mad at me.

The first Saturday after the incident, I went to my first anger management
class.  I would have to go to eight of them in all.  Not only did I have to
work around mom's schedule, I had to go to that class before I could work
on Saturday.  I was irritated and defensive the whole time.  It was held in
the cafeteria of a church in the next town who hosted it for free.  It was
led by a dude who was a professional counselor.  The class cost me fifty
fucking dollars of my own money.  I was bored and just stared in space as
the counselor droned on.  He talked about different types of anger, levels
of anger, etc.  I was relieved when the two hours were up and I could go to
work.

Work was my escape from the boredom of home and mom's wrath.  I actually
liked my job and was learning a lot about cars.  At Jiffy Lube we did more
than change the oil of a car, we tested cooling systems, air conditioners,
performed state inspections, etc.  I loved getting dirty in the garage...I
even loved the smell of the oil, antifreeze, and others.  The guys I worked
with were all into cars too and we talked endlessly about them--until they
started talking about girls.

I did joke around with them when they talked pussy and all, but I never did
lie about me dating anyone or getting fucked--instead of lying I just
changed the topic or listened.  Juan, a cute twenty year old, would come in
and tell of his exploits the night before.   We found out about his near
miss with a pregnancy test, if he got laid the night before, or had blue
balls.  He told all his stories in an animated way so even though I didn't
care about the topic, it was funny as hell to hear it all.  Besides, he was
so damn hot it was an excuse to sit and look at him when he told his
stories.

Most of the guys that I worked with went to one of the local high schools
or my own...and were probably virgins.  They'd remark about any hot ladies
that brought their car in.  I just acted normal.  I was sure that I didn't
give myself away in any manner.  The two guys who went to school with me
knew I was fawned over by some of the girls.  So, I felt safe in my
"closet".  Somehow, the story of me beating up Jason got out and the
rumored reasons for it varied, but, I didn't hear of it relating to
fighting over a guy.  Some said I had beat him up over a girl, some said
over drugs.  Regardless, it gave me a reputation of being a tough guy.

Somehow, the long week went by and it was Saturday again and time for
another anger management class.  Mom had lightened up a little and gave me
my TV back.  However, I still couldn't use her laptop (she put a lock out
code on it and my cell phone).  I wondered how Dean was doing but I had no
way to know.  I was hoping he would call me on our home phone, but he never
did.  That made me sulkier.  His dad and brothers had gone to the coast and
planned to mainly hang at the beach on their vacation.  Being Spring Break,
I knew there would be a shitload of hot guys everywhere.  I got jealous
thinking of Dean fucking around with one there.  He was devious enough to
probably talk some college guy into having sex.  He had joked about it
before he left, but later I believed he might have meant it.

Mom dropped me off at the anger class and I went in and poured a cup of
some coffee that was provided for us.  I started thinking more paranoid
things about Dean.  "Why hasn't that fucker called my home phone at least?"
I thought.  I was getting madder, ironically, while waiting for the anger
class to start.

During that session, we were asked to each talk about what had brought us
there.  I was dreading telling my story, I hated talking in front of group.
There were twelve people there--mixed ages, genders, and races.  The stories
of the others ranged from road rage to mild stuff to more extreme scenarios.
The guy that spoke before me had the most gripping story.  He told a
horrible story of having hit his wife.  By the end of his story he was
crying.  All the stories together were very humbling.  I told my own story,
I was going to lie about what had happened, but at the last minute, I told
them exactly what had happened referring to Dean as "someone" and without
providing a gender.  No one seemed shocked, no one seemed judgmental.

After we returned from a break, the counselor talked to us about forms of
anger and our ways of coping with it.  He said a lot of things that hit
home and I starting realizing that my episode with beating up Jason was not
my first issue with anger.  I recalled the many times that I had busted
things when I was mad.  I had nearly struck Dean a few times--actually
raising my hand.  I shuddered to think about hitting the one I loved.  There
were times in the past that I was really consumed with anger and had been
hurtful verbally to people.  The ordeal with Jason had brought it all to a
head.  I thought maybe that class wasn't such a bad thing for me after all.
I realized I had major issues with jealousy, too.

After Spring Break was over, it was a relief to go back to school and see
my friends.  Dean and his family had returned late in the night so I hadn't
talked to him until we got on the bus.  Despite my anger class, I was going
to lay into him first thing about snubbing me all week.  As usual, he was
running to the bus stop just as the bus slowed down to pick us all up.  Being
the first stop on the morning route, we moved to back of the empty bus past
his brothers and the driver.  I walked to the back with him behind me.  He
quickly kissed me on the back of my neck before I could bitch at him.

"I missed you, dude!" he said lowly.

I sat down in the back seat by the window and he scooted next to me,
reeking of cologne.  His hair looked kind of dirty with something sprayed
in it.  He grabbed my right hand and squeezed it.  All my anger washed away
with his touch.

"Sorry I didn't call you, but I forgot your home number.  I only know your
cell.  Then I lost my phone charger.  Did you miss me?   I had fun but I
think I'm getting a cold."

All of that came out in a rush and his nose sounded stuffy.

"Yeah, I did."  I grabbed his hand tighter and moved my leg over his knee.  The
body contact made my dick rise.

I told him about my boring week but I didn't harp on the classes.  Told him
I was bored and horny.  He told me about his trip to the beach and how
overcrowded it was.  His dad and brothers ended up leaving and driving to
some relatives' place in Louisiana.

"Dude, they were country as hell...I hadn't seen those cousins in years.  Big
hillbilly fucks, ugly as sin. But we ate a ton of great food."  He went on
with his story of fishing, eating, etc.  I was happy he had a good time.  I
was even happier that he hadn't stayed at the beach full of hot guys.

He sneezed as the bus drove on.  He sneezed even more once we got to school.
At lunch I didn't see him anywhere.  I did see Miranda however.  She saw me
looking all around at the spot that Dean and I often sat and ate outside.

"Hey Dave...Dean went home sick.  He had his dad come and pick him up."

She was always friendly to me in a serious and genuine way.  However, she
irritated me.

"Oh, cool..."  I answered in a matter of fact way.

I had brought my lunch so I sat down and opened my can of Coke and pulled
the sandwich from a zipped plastic bag.  Miranda sat on the bench next to
me.  She had bought a salad in the cafeteria.  Neither of us spoke.  I
started thinking of how she always looks at me, especially when I am with
Dean.  I decided to bring it up.

"No offense, but why is it you always look at me with that "look"?

She kind of choked on her salad.  "What `look'?"

She smiled...and gave me that damn "look" again!

"You know...you often have this all knowing expression on your face.  A smug
look.  What is that all about?  I only see it when you talk to me.  Actually,
I just see it when you are with Dean and me.  Like you know something that
we don't."

She finished eating the large bite of salad and took a drink of her bottle
of green tea.  After swallowing, she looked down as if thinking about
something, and then she started talking.

"I don't ever mean to make you feel uncomfortable, Dave.  I have always
wanted to be friends with you.  You see, Dean and I have been good friends
since the end of ninth grade.  When I met him, I was already expressing my
individuality in the way I dressed.  He came up to me one day at lunch,
just like this, and just started talking to me.  I found he was kind of
lost...a little introverted.  We struck a friendship.  We hung out many times
that summer.  Last year in tenth grade, we were inseparable...everyone
thought we were a boyfriend and girlfriend.  I kind of developed a crush on
him until I realized he was never going feel like that about me."

I looked down at my sandwich and broke my eye contact with her.  When she
started talking again, I just looked forward at the cafeteria doors.

"We used to be so close, Dave.  He told me about his crazy dreams,
fantasies, and things he wanted to do in life.  We each had lost our mother.
I think I influenced him to come out of his shell and express who he is
inside.  He began to draw, write poems and stories.  He'd show me stuff
he'd written.   He started to dress in his own unique style."

She paused and ate some of her food for a minute or so.

"I went on vacation with my dad for most of last summer.  When I got back,
almost all communication from him completely stopped.  He didn't even talk
to me until the first day of school.  His birthday was the first time I'd
met him outside of work.  I later saw how close you and he have become.  Am
I wrong?"

My face turned red and flushed.  It was hard to swallow my sandwich.

She said, "It's none of my business, but I really miss him but I won't
intrude on what you and him have."

"What are you talking about?" I asked all defensively.

She smiled politely.  "I have always been a good observer of body language
and personalities.  Are your and him boyfriends?"

"You're full of shit!"

"Ok, my bad...I shouldn't have suggested that."

My face was still red and I was sweating under my t-shirt.  My mouth had
gone dry.  Anger was welling up in me.  I tried to breathe.

"If you are, I don't care.  If I am wrong, then I apologize.  If you're gay
and need someone to talk about it discreetly, I am always there."

She ate the rest of her salad.  I thought if I got up and fled like a
pussy, I'd give myself away.  I drank the rest of my Coke down, but I
wanted to throw up.  "The nerve of that bitch!" I thought.  She tossed her
salad container in the large metal trash can and started to quietly walk
away.

"You're right!" I blurted out.  She walked back to me and sat next to me.

"I won't ever bring it up unless you want to talk about it.  It's no one's
business but your own, but promise me you won't ever be ashamed of it."

I just shrugged my shoulders.  I felt like I was talking to a therapist
instead of a classmate.  The bell rang to signal the end of lunch.  We had
about five minutes to scramble to our next classes.  Part of me was
relieved to confess a long time secret to someone other than Dean.  The
other part felt like I betrayed Dean's confidence.  After all, she and him
were such good friends but he hadn't told her.  I didn't concentrate the
rest of the day very well and counted down the minutes until school was out.

- - -

After I got off of the bus, I took my backpack inside and heated up some
leftovers.  My stomach had settled since lunch and my appetite was back.  I
kept thinking about my conversation with Miranda.  Mom greeted me at the
door saying she was going to do some shopping.  I told her I was going to
stay there and hang with Dean.  I was at least allowed to go next door, but
I had to be back by dark as part of being grounded.

I knocked on the door and Curt came to the door naked.  I hadn't actually
seen the twins naked as much as I did in the summer and fall months but I
noticed both of them over time were growing taller and their shoulders were
becoming wider.  I had mostly noticed them acting less like brats and
becoming a little more mature.  Their voices had been changing too, getting
deeper.  Curt looked sleepy.

"He's in his room.  He's not feeling too good."  He said.  Jeff was
sleeping on the couch shirtless but with a blanket halfway on him.  In the
hour or so since the three of us had got off the bus, they looked like they
were worn out.  I wondered if they had just had sex.  Curt's ass looked hot
as he plopped on the floor in front of the TV.   I wondered how good and
tight it would be to ride it.

I walked on back to Dean's room.  In the dark hallway, I ran into Jim.  He
was naked and was drying his hair.  The towel was over his face and he
bumped into me.  He pulled off the towel and looked surprised to see me.  He
didn't cover up at all.  He smelled of soap and his skin was still damp.

"I just got out of the shower.  Gonna make dinner, you wanna eat with us?"

Despite all that had happened with me, him, the twins, and Dean, I was
still caught off guard by his naked invitation.

"Uh sure..." I mumbled.  He patted me on the ass and walked off naked to the
living room.  I started to get hard.  I shook my head to clear it and
walked on into Dean's room.  It stank like body odor.  Clothes covered the
floor.

"What a fuckin' mess!" I said as I came in.  He was half asleep and sat up
to greet me

"I feel like shit."  I saw a box of cold medicine next to the bed and a
thermometer.

I held up the thermometer.  "Is this the kind I can stick up your ass?"

He just rolled over and groaned.

"My head hurts, my body aches, my nose is fucked up."

I lay down next to him.  He was shirtless but had the sheet wrapped around
his lower body.  With him on his belly, head facing away, I rubbed his
shoulders and kissed his neck.

"I'm gonna geh' you sick too." He said with a stuffy nose.

"I don't care."  I pulled my arms around his slender waist and lay my face
on his warm back.  I could hear his heartbeat.

"You stink," I said. "What happened to smelling like grapes and cucumbers
this morning...or was it peaches and cream?"

"Fuck you...yeah, I got the sweats and I haven't changed my sheets in weeks.  I
haven't bathed since Friday.  I just sprayed on cologne today."

"Wow. I better call Bath and Body Works to send over box of shower gels."

"Shut up!" he laughed.  "I can't help it if I wanna smell good at school."

Actually his stink was a relief from his over-grooming for school.  With
his cologne covered school clothes somewhere on the floor, I inhaled his
own scents.  Having not showered much on his vacation, I sniffed the three
day old odor of his pits.  He sneezed into his pillow and rubbed his nose
on the corner of the pillow case.

"Sorry, I know that's nasty but I feel like crap."

"I'll be right back." I told him.  I went to the bathroom and dug through
his bottles of grooming stuff in the bathroom and finally found some hand
lotion.  I brought it back and got on top of him as he lay on his stomach.  He
cringed from the cold, but got used to the lotion as I massaged his neck
and shoulders.

"Oh my god that feels so damn good." He sighed.

No one likes being alone when they're sick.  I wanted to make sure Dean
didn't lack for affection.  After deeply penetrating his muscles by rubbing
hard, I put the lotion away and covered him with his blanket that had been
on the floor.

"Here put his in your mouth."

I clicked the button on the digital thermometer and slid it in his lips.  After
a minute, it beeped and I pulled it out.  The display read 101F.

"I'd rather have your dick in my mouth--achoo!" he said and sneezed.

"You got fever, dude.  Take one of these."

I handed him a Nyquil from the box that was nearby.  He swallowed it
without any liquid.  I rolled under the covers with him and snuggled.

"I just saw your dad naked!  He was drying off and didn't know I was here
and came out of his room."

As I spooned him, he backed his butt against my crotch.

"You're hard thinking about it!"

I replied, "No, you made me hard!"

He turned over to face me and was grinning.

"You want my dad to fuck you huh?  You liked seeing him naked."

I reached down and played with his dick.  He was rock hard too.

"I know you want to get fucked by him...AGAIN!" I said. "While he is awake."
I added.

"Yeah it would be hot.  I've jacked off thinking about him fucking us
both!" Dean confessed.

I felt a pang of guilt thinking about his dad already having fucked me.  I'd
have to talk to Jim and scheme some way for the three of us to get it on.  If
Dean and I did it with his dad together, I wouldn't feel guilty.  Before I
could think more about it, Dean rolled down under the covers and unzipped
my pants.  As sick as he felt, he was still a horny fucker.

He pulled out my cock and started sucking it good.  It was a quickie blow
and as horny as I was, it didn't take me long.  I started shooting and
filled up his mouth with my jizz.  Just as he moved up from under the
cover, he sneezed big and my cum and his nose spray flew all over my face
and shirt.  We started laughing so hard that he began coughing.  Just then,
Jim banged on the door and said dinner was ready.

"Tell him I'm staying in bed."

I kissed him goodbye and tried to wipe off the sneeze and cum from my
t-shirt.  I stepped into the hallway and saw Jim in the kitchen.  He was
dressed now. I was hoping to see him naked at the table.  The twins were
both naked, however.  I had never eaten dinner with naked people before.  As
I was eating, I felt Jim's bare foot step on my tennis shoe and slide up
into my pants leg.  I looked up in surprise and he just slyly winked at me
and kept eating the chili.  I imagined him and the twins pushing the table
away and doing I right there.  Needless to say, I had a bone the whole time.
After I was done, the twins went to their rooms.  Jim put the dishes in the
dishwasher and sat down in his chair to watch TV.

As I got ready to go, he patted on his leg and motioned for me come over.  I
nervously sat on his knee like a kid sitting on their dad's lap with my
back to him.  He kissed me on the neck and whispered, "When can I fuck that
hot ass of yours again?"

In a voice that was low enough to not be heard down the hall, I suggested
my offer to him.

"You can fuck me again, but I want you to fuck me and Dean at the same time.
We're now a package deal.  He told me he wants to get fucked by you."

Jim chuckled and ran his hand up by back from under my t-shirt.  I got
chills on my arms when he touched me.  He licked the back of my neck and it
sent chills over me.  I got nervous hoping no one would dart out into the
hallway and catch us.

"Let me see what I can do." Was all he said.

I stood up and walked to the back door to go home.  Mom was driving up as I
entered my house and shut the door.  I went to my room and pretended to be
sleeping.  When I she tapped on the door, I made a fake snoring sound.  She
went on back to her room.  I pulled out my dick and jacked a load thinking
of having a three-way with Dean and Jim...and the twins.

- - -

Being sick did nothing to quell his horniness.  We did a sixty nine suck
off during each of my other visits that week.  Dean got better by the end
of the week and went back to school on Monday.  Needless to say, the same
week I came down with similar cold and fever symptoms and spent a miserable
weekend in bed.  He came to see me, but I felt too bad to mess around.
 Besides,
my mom was hovering over me the whole time.  I had to be glad I still had a
mom.

Speaking of mom, she doted on Dean whenever he was over.   She made sure he
had eaten supper, if not she'd feed him.  She was very nice to him.  Funny,
she remarked that he sure was a good friend to come and see me each day.  I
got a little paranoid after she made that remark--was he doting on me too
much?  I wondered if I had failed to cover my tracks after using her laptop.
I would have to be more careful.  I thought about my conversation with
Miranda.  I wondered how mom would take it if I told her I was gay.  Would
she put two and two together about me and Dean and not let us spend the
night at each others place and not let us hang out?  Surely she would ask
me if I had been with anyone yet.  A million paranoid thoughts plagued my
feverish head. I even dreamt of mom catching us fucking!

- - -

April and May flew by in a hurry.  Dean did really well on his final exams
without much of an effort.  I studied like hell and made mediocre B's and
C's on my report card.  I was frustrated over my grades, but I was so glad
for school to be out and to no longer be grounded.  Many of my friends had
promised to meet during the summer and hang out.  I couldn't wait get back
to the freedom of those summer nights of staying up late, having sex with
Dean, and just being lazy, and having sex.

On the first day of summer vacation, I enjoyed sleeping until noon.   I
went for a jog and then returned home for a sandwich a can of Coke.  After
eating and cooling down some, I walked over to Dean's.  As I tapped on his
window, he startled me from behind by grabbing my ass.  I turned around and
nearly hit him as I flung around, but he ducked.

"Dude, don't sneak up behind me like that!" I laughed.

I noticed he was just as sweaty as me and was wearing just some baggy
shorts and tennis shoes.  He was holding a shovel.

"Hey come look at what I set up for us."

I followed him back into the woods.  I figured he had repaired his gym in
the woods.  As we got to the big rock that was at the end of the visible
trail, I could see something green in the distance.  As we jumped off the
large rock and walked into the brush, I saw that he had cleared all the gym
cables and poles and there was a large tent set up.  We walked up to the
front of it and he unzipped the front of it.  We walked inside of the flap
to find a very clean and large tent with a small spongy mattress on its
floor.

"Where did you get this?" I asked.

"Before mom died, we went camping all the time.  Camping is just one of
many things dad won't do anymore since mom died.  I guess it reminds him of
her."

He looked a little sad when he said that.  I slid my hand in his shorts and
fondled his sweaty balls and cock.

"It's another place we can fuck, but we can always do that at your place
and no one cares."

He smiled, "Yes, but we can't party at my place anymore."

He walked out to the huge oak tree at the side of the sent and dug away a
bunch of leaves with his hands.  Underneath was a board.  He removed the
board and pulled up a large fishing tackle box that was sitting in freshly
dug hole.  He opened the box and inside was little zip lock bags of pills,
all different colors, and a small bag of weed.  The latter struck my eye...I
really wanted some.

"I figure we can party here naked, go back home and our clothes won't smell
like pot."

Confused about the pills, I asked," Where did you get all these meds?".

He shrugged his shoulders. I just stared at him until he confessed.

"Okay, okay...Whenever I go to anyone's house I go through their medicine
cabinet and draws when I pretend to use the restroom.  I only take one or
two.  If I visit again, I do it the same way so there's not a lot missing.  A
lot of it came from my grandma who fills prescriptions, never uses them,
and then gets more to stockpile.  She never realized a bottle of Vicodin
was gone.

"Where do you get your ecstasy and shit?"

"I'm not gonna say.  If I ever get busted, I don't want you guilty of even
knowing about it." He said.

"What all do you have here?"

He pulled me next to him.

"Don't worry about it.  I shouldn't have shown you.  I'll share some
goodies with you sometime soon."

He gave me a long kiss with tongue.  My dick started rising and I grabbed
his fine ass.  He grinded his fabric covered crotch against my own.  Soon,
my shirt was tossed off in the leaves and my shorts off.  I pulled his
shorts down and started sucking his dick.  It was one of the days that he
had washed with some kind of frou-frou body wash and he smelled herbal even
though he was sweaty.

"Let's break in our new fuck tent!" he said with a deep and sexy voice.

Soon I was on my stomach relaxing as he played with my ass.  I, unlike him,
had not showered and the heat and humidity was making me riper.  Dean spent
a long time sniffing my hole before his tongue dove in.  His tongue was
soon so far up my chute it felt like a little dick was fucking me.  He kept
the suction on causing my ass lips to swell inside the grip of his lips.  He
munched on my rank hole like a master rimmer.  I still had on my tennis
shoes and that was the only thing that was uncomfortable.  I tried to use
one foot to pull off the other shoe, but couldn't with the weight of his
body on me.  He felt what I was trying to do and rolled to the opposite end
of the bed.  He pulled off each shoe and rubbed his face into my socks.

"Mmmmmmm." He cooed.

I had put on the same socks that I'd worn the day before, so they were far
from fresh.  I'd gone jogging in them twice and they were damp.  I rolled
on my back and then he peeled the first sock off.  I could see lint stuck
between my toes as I spread them for him.  He pressed his nose in between
each toe before taking them in his hot mouth.  He licked out the toe lint
and sucked my salty toes clean.  He pulled off my other sock and performed
the same ritual.  I put my arms behind my head and just relaxed.

The temperature was hot and the air very humid.  Somehow the mugginess made
the whole scene more erotic instead of uncomfortable.  He finished my feet
by licking the soles, balls, and heels up and down with his talented tongue.
He made me squirm when he scraped them and bit with his teeth. His oral
treatment of my feet was mixed with massaging by his hands.

After he finished, it was my turn to go at him.  I went straight for those
perfect nips with the silver rings in them.  I pushed him on his back and
held down his hands and arms like we were in a wrestling match.  I loved
holding him down like that.  My mouth went down to his left nip and teased
it by flipping the ring up and down.  Droplets of sweat rolled down his
perfectly pale and white skin.  Our dicks were pressed together and sticky
with each other's pre-cum.

He moaned as I went down on his tit and sucked it hard.  When I came up, I
pulled the ring with my teeth until it was stretching his nip almost to its
limit without tearing.  I released it and it popped out my mouth.  I teased
the other one for a bit too, still holding him down.   My own sweat was
dripping out of my scalp and onto his body.  I let go of his arms and
twisted the nipple rings really hard until he winced, then I let go and
licked them to relieve the pain.  He moaned.

"Do it again!"

I twisted the nipple rings again in opposite directions making sure he felt
them.  Watching the expressions on his face I knew when to stop and lick
them...pain and relief, pain and relief.  I wondered who was more twisted...me
for getting off on doing that to him or him wanting it.  Regardless, that
set the scene for what followed

I positioned him into a sixty nine position with him on the bottom.  I
pulled my cock backwards and pushed it into his mouth.  With my strong
legs, I held down his arms and chest.  I fucked his face without him being
able to move.  I sucked his sweet cock at the same time.  As I went all the
way down on him, I pushed my dick into his mouth to the base and heard him
gag a little.  I did it over and over and then pulled it out almost all
they way for him to get a breath.

"Oh fuck yeah!"

That was his signal to continue.  I faced fucked him hard and pressed my
taint in his nose, my balls slapping him on the forehead.  When I was ready
to cum, I got up and roughly rolled him on his stomach.  I pulled his hands
behind his back and pushed my dick in with the spit that was already on it
and his crack sweat for lube.  I pushed it in without pausing...I heard
nothing.  I began to fuck him hard.  I let go of his hands and lay on him
to kiss his neck.  My nose lay in his hair which was totally drenched in
his sweat.  I slid my hands up and massaged his shoulders.  On an impulse,
I slowly slid my hands to his neck and wrapped them all the way around.  I
slowly put on a little pressure.

"Oh yeah!" He moaned.

I put more pressure so that I was squeezing his neck without choking him.  As
my middle fingers dug into his Adam's apple, I heard him moaning and felt
his ass tightening on my cock--he was cumming by just grinding his dick on
the old sheet.  I started humping harder and spilled my seed into his
beautiful ass.  I immediately released his neck and collapsed with all my
weight fully on him.  We were both out of breath--huffing and puffing.  My
mind was reeling.

"Ugh...I can't breath.  Fuck you weigh a ton!"

I rolled over and lay next to him.

"Sorry."  I said and kissed him.

He ran his fingers through my sweaty hair and kissed me back.

"That was one crazy fuck, man!  Thank you."

I was still hard.  I figured I had a second load in me.

"Sit on my face, dude."

He complied and slid his soaking wet ass across my face and positioned his
crack right on my nose and mouth.  I started jacking my sticky dick and
sucking my sperm from his puffy hole.  It didn't even take me but about
five minutes of that to shoot my second, but less impressive load.  He
jacked off at the same time and scooted back to sprinkle his jizz into my
face and hair.  Now the tent reeked of cum and body funk.

We pulled on our clothes and zipped up the tent.  I felt dizzy from the
heat and needed some water to drink ASAP.

"Dude we really stink!" he said as we walked back through the woods.   I
think we better hose off at my place before you go back into your house
smelling like a whore."

I laughed and followed him into the clearing and to his outdoor water
faucet.  I slipped off my shorts and shirt and he sprayed me down good.  I
sat in his lawn chair naked until I dried.  He went inside to get us each a
bottled water.  It felt so good and free to be naked outside.  In the
distance, cars zoomed down the main road.  It added to the rush.  I
reluctantly dressed and headed home for a nap.

Before I lay down, I got a text from him.

"Dad wants you to come over for dinner."

I thought to myself, "This is going to be the fuck of a lifetime..."

To be continued...

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