nnnnDate: Sun, 3 Jan 2010 10:16:51 -0500 From: Roger Bontemps
<junkies.in.the.sky@gmail.com> Subject: Twisting Angels: Chapter 4

DISCLAIMER : This is the fourth chapter of Twisting Angels. While the
series was about an eight years old boy living a love relationship with a
man, it now takes place six years after the last chapter. Cody is now 14
and even more sex'd up, but he must shave to keep hairless and he spurts
cum when he climaxes. Oh, there are also new characters.

Anyway, check your local laws about that kind of stuff before delving any
deeper. Now, if it's okay for you to read this, you're more than welcome to
drop those pants.

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"Jeez, Cody, you're way too fucking good at this ! I'm gonna cum already !"

Dayton's black-as-coal five incher was pulsing in my throat as I vigorously
drove him in and out of my mouth. I engulfered him all the way to the base,
twisting my face to look at him through my emo haircut. His skin was as
dark as mine was white, and as a 100% pure gingerboy, I'm very white,
creating quite the contrast when we got so close. Everytime I had sex with
him, we both shivered at that sight. It was so hot.

"Dayumm !"

He grabbed my shoulders with his hands, molding them, digging with his
fingers as he shot his load down my throat. One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven pulses, each accompanied by a grunt or a little scream. Dad,
even in his finest moments, could never conjure that much. I retreated on
my lover's cock, looking at it glistening, feeling my lips were a mess of
mucus and spit, which I wiped with a towel I brought in advance. I got up
and swallowed hard to ensure no cum would flap back to the surface and got
off my knees and on my feet to kiss Dayton with fury, squeezing his bare
ass with one hand. Our kissing eventually subsided and we crashed on
Vince's bed.

"And you just had to be a white boy." My hands roamed his bare chest.

"Deet," stupidest nickname ever but hey, oddly enough he thought it was
cute, so whatever, "can't you just, you know, give in ?"

"Man, you don't know what it is to be the one gay kid in a black family."

"Bi kid."

"They won't make that difference, Cody. Heck, even I am forgetting that
difference. I haven't fantasized about a girl for longer than I can
remember. So you could just call me gay and leave it at that. What's more,
you're white. It's like slapping them twice across the face."

"You never liked black culture to begin with ! I mean, they must at least
have noticed that, right ?!"

"They are faithful that I will one day see the light and join 'The Bro
Hood'. The fuck with that. I have nothing against black culture, I'm proud
of where I come from, but it's just not me. Sometimes I drop some words and
expressions which makes me sound like a black dude, but that's because I've
been raised talking like that. I can co-exist WITH that culture, but it
does not exist INSIDE me, or if so, it's so faint, I can't BE
that... stereotype ! I don't like hip-hop, crunk or whatnot."

"And you love white boys like me." I smiled and snuggled myself onto him.

"Fuck yeah !" He enlaced me in his strong arms and kissed my red-russet
hair.

"See ? Was it really that hard to just say it out loud ?"

"You could place just about any words in my mouth, you damn devil."

"Just words or could I, uhm --"

"Sorry m'love, but you're out of luck. We're naked on your brother's bed
and he'll surely be back from his errands soon. I'll be sucking your dick
soon enough."

We got dressed as quickly as we could, not even taking the time to ogle one
another's body. We rarely did have the time: nobody was allowed to know
about our relationship. One year spent making love undercover. We were
fourteen, we were wild. But I started to feel the strain, to be annoyed of
living that beautiful relationship hidden away from the rest of the
world. I had that for 6 years and counting with Dad, but I came to accept
it for evident reasons: the whole story between me and Jason was so fucked
up, the whole family he worked so hard to build would be destroyed should
the secret ever leak.

But with Dayton, it was a completely different story. Homophobia was the
reason why we were hiding. I felt like I was some kind of guilty pleasure,
a shameful white cum stain on a boy who already was not black enough to the
liking of his parents. It made me mad, but I kind of understood where
Dayton was coming from. And it was not his fault: who knows what his
parents might do should they learn about us ? I loved him dearly, I wished
him the best and as such, I never really insisted on him to make his coming
out. But over the course of the last two months, I was bringing the issue
up more and more. But everytime, Dayton just escaped.

Like now.

Our lips met again briefly and he went back to his place, leaving me alone
in the house. Mom and Dad were at work and Vince was at the grocery store;
it was his turn, this week. The grocery store is so close that Mom and Dad
generally send us in turn to do the groceries by foot. They say it's a way
to get us off our lazy asses and burn some calories. Yet I knew that Dad
had no problems with my lazy, generous, swagging ass.

It took six years for Jason to morph into my father, but that didn't mean
our lives were normal. Sometimes, our love for one another was too strong;
we had to go out of that father-son relationship which built itself over
the years, and back into the deep love which washed over us when he picked
me off the streets at eight. We couldn't really help it, even though the
frequency of our lovemaking decreased with time. I became more independant
and he was getting increasingly comfortable with Nancy, a beautiful, tall,
fairly-breasted asian woman he met while he tried to legally adopt me. She
had a son around my age, Vince, who back then helped me with catch up to
speed for school. Now he's my brother, Nancy is my Mom and, most of the
time, Jason is my Dad.

As for me, well, I grew thinner and adopted a whole lot of emo looks. My
flashy hair covers half of my face, I wear skintight jeans and those funky
striped shirts with a naked shoulder. I've got no piercings, though: I
don't want those. They're filthy, just like spike bracelets. I'm not a
warrior, not a rebel. Not anymore, at least. These six years really changed
me, Jason's goodwill and love embracing me, Nancy's acceptance and
dedication flooring me like a tidal wave and Vince, well, he's my
confident, my brother, and I'm his. We're so close, sleeping in the same
room, in a two-story bed, yet nothing sexual happening between us. All
these things made me feel normal, made me feel like I always was a part of
that family. And I couldn't be more in shock, at fourteen years old, to be
on my way to a comfortable, typical North American life, believing in love
and humanism with fierce determination.

I looked at my clean, white, long, slender arms in a mirror. I wanted to
undress, to reveal myself completely naked to my very own eyes, in total
disbelief of what I became and of how well I turned up. No bruises, not an
ounce of unnessary fat, but not barebones either, even though I had to
admit my bones were a bit visible now. But putting on more weigh to cover
the little amount of bones which were sometimes (and only sometimes)
visible would have clashed with the rest of my outfit. It simply was not
worth it. I'd have plenty of time to put weigh on when those emo looks
would no longer be of my age. As of right now, Dayton AND Jason both
thought I was smoking hot, and really, I shared their opinion.

I would undress later, though, as I heard the front door slam shut. Vince,
without a doubt.

"Bro ? You there ?" Vince, even though he's Asian, is black (in terms of
culture). Well, not really. He tries to get there, and he's not that good
at it. At least, he does not try all the time.

"Yeah yeah." I said, dreamily, still looking at my fragile, thin reflexion,
slightly annoyed by his sickeningly off-the-mark black impersonation.

"Get yo ass here and help me with the groceries." And so I made my way to
the kitchen.

"Only if you stop trying to sound more ghetto-like than Dayton." I teased.

"It's not hard to be more ghetto-like than your boyfriend, Cody. He's the
whitest black guy alive." Yeah, Vince knows, but Dayton is not aware of
that.

"You know what I mean, smart-ass, and I already told you not to call him
that out loud."

"Yeah, sorry about that bro." He lightly punched me in the shoulder like
you would a great friend in need of being cheered up. "It's just that you
make such a nice couple. It's, like, natural to me, now." I grabbed some
meat and vegetables and headed for the fridge.

"I know it's not malicious of you. I just want to make sure you don't pick
up an habit of reffering to us in that way." I placed the food in the
fridge and when I turned around, he was handing me some more, fresh out of
the bags. Day-to-day cooperation like that, with someone to call my
brother, was still a marvel to me.

"I appreciate your trust. But dayum, isn't it more than time enough for him
to, well, you know, accept things as they are and spread the word around ?"

"Oh it is. But he's scared shitless at the simple thought of his parents'
reaction."

"He better not let them think he's straight. It's gonna be even harder
later on."

"Told him that already." My tone was getting lower. I placed the last of
the food in my hands in the fridge and turned around to get some more. But
instead, I was greeted with a 100% Vince moment. He had his arms wide open.

"Awwwwww..." He hugged me close to him and stroked my back. I was in
awe. He knew I was depressed just by the tone of my voice ! My arms closed
like claws around him, giving him all my affection. He was the best brother
ever.

"Ohhhh Vince, you're the best brother ever."

"Ehhh, you're not so shabby either. Now, now," He did let go of me,
grabbing me by the shoulders at a greater distance before wiping a little
tear in my right eye."Don't be so down, Cody. You guys are in love and
that's what counts. You've been going for more than a year without a single
hiccup, despite having to hide it all. You're strongly bonded. It's gonna
be alright." I shook my head to sort my thoughts and shoo the sadness away.

"Yeah, yeah. I guess so. I just feel the stress more than I did before. I
fear it's gonna destroy us."

"If it ever does, I'm gonna be there for you, just like you were for me
when Amanda left me." Thanks to my middling, Vince was back with Amanda
now. "I might not be able to piece you guys back togheter like you did for
me, but I won't let you fall apart. What's more, I'm sure you guys will
find a way to sort this out, so cheer up, okay ?" I hugged him again.

"Oh you..." A smile dawned on my face. "I know you're gonna be there. I'm
so lucky to have you."

"Hmmmmmmmm..." And that's all he said, but I knew it meant he thought the
same thing. He just had trouble saying those words to a boy.

We finished filling the fridge and went to our room where we made our
homeworks together. Later on, the door slammed again. Dad ran to our
bedroom knocking on the door before coming in.

"Can I come in ?"

Vince answered in unison with me. "YEAH!"

Jason walked behind us, towards the long table we shared for our homeworks
and ruffled both our heads.

"How's been your day ?"

I said it's been ok, Vince said pretty much the same thing and Jason
kneeled next to me. I felt his hand roaming my back and my cock got a bit
beefier.

"Cody, wanna go out to the park tonight ? I feel like those muscles of mine
could use some exercice." That was our secret code for having sex. Vince
HATED playing outside, so he would never even want to tag along. Instead,
Dad went to the movies with him, and then I stayed home. He didn't at
first, but Vince was kind of getting jealous and we didn't want our secret
discovered.

"Yeah ! Sure." His hand slid to my butt and squeezed it subtly.

"Great. We'll go there after supper."

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The road ended in the middle of the woods and I parked in a random fork
like I always did. The sky was covered in dark clouds, making the scenery
darker than it should have been. Cody was already taking his shirt off,
revealing his blinding beauty. His slimline frame looked like it was made
of glass, a frail front for his wild sex antics. He still looked so young,
so fresh, so adorable. He stretched like crazy, smiling like a jackass. I
couldn't tell if that was because he was happy or because he knew he got me
by the balls. I bit my lips in frenzy, hard as fuck; who was I kidding, it
obviously was the former.

"You know Cody, no matter how many times we've done this since I'm with
Nancy, the guilt never washes away."

"Then why do you still do it ?" I sighed at the ridiculousness of the
question. His broad smile told me he was toying with me. I nevertheless
decided to play the game.

"I love you. And also, no matter how good Nancy is, and I can assure you
she is fantastic, well... no human being can ever apsire to bring me the
same sensations you do." His hand roamed my crotch and grabbed my hard
cock.

"I know what you mean." He squeezed my sheated manhood. "I'm gonna miss
that, too, the day it's gonna be over."

"Yeah, but it has to stop. Soon. You're fourteen, you should be close to
getting a boyfriend or girlfriend. At that point, I think it would be
better for me to let you live the rest of your sexuality in the privacy of
that newfound lovebed."

"Why ? We're still at it despite Nancy !"

"Yeah, but have you seen how incredibly complicated and twisted that is ? I
have an addiction, Cody. An addiction to you. This is my fix. But you, you
have your whole life ahead of you." His eyes trembled for a few seconds and
he looked really thoughtful. He looked lost. Then, he got his face
increasingly closer to mine...

"I love you, Dad" ... and he kissed my lips tenderly. "I love you and I
don't want this to stop, either." The words shattered my heart like a
sledgehammer. Of course I loved Cody, but things had changed ever since he
became a part of my life. This couldn't go on forever: he had to find
someone for him, someone to live his life with. Besides, my relationship
with Nancy changed as well. Originally, she was, to me, barely a tool to
complement Cody's education and to scare Bill's concerns away. But I chose
that tool with care; she was attractive, she was my type. I knew that I
wouldn't be able to fake it for several years anyway, so I had to choose
the "woman of my life" with very high standards. I just never thought that
I would find a woman that great, let alone that I would continue to
discover her with the passing years. Soaked in my thoughts, I didn't even
notice that Cody was now dreamily rubbing my chest.

"We're so fucked." was all I could utter, emotionless. He gripped my shirt
and retreated in his seat, pulling me closer to him.

"I know." It was deadly whisper. "But if you don't make love to me in the
next five minutes I'm gonna go nuts."

"So why don't you ask me to go to the park anymore ? Why am I the only one
asking stuff ? It's a trend I noticed over the last year or so." An
expression of uneasiness flashed on his face for a few seconds and then he
went back to normal. I think he did not even notice the trend I just
brought up.

"I just don't think about it all the time like I used to. But when you
bring it up..." His hands slipped under the waistband of my pants and in my
underwear, wrapping my cock. "... I just can't help but to crave for your
loving attention." He crooned and twisted, lickedd his lips and almost
winked. The only thing missing was a sparkle of pixie dust; he was fucking
magical. His hands slipped out and he undid my pants, freeing my wobbling
penis. As he grew up Cody understood that the concept sensuality goes
beyond what you look like, but extends to what you do. He now the looks and
the moves, doing everything at the right speed, with the right
twitch-reflexes or smooth gestures. I bet he could make anyone's blood boil
with desire. "Let's get you real hard and wet, daddy."

He arched his back in my direction and gracefully sank my whole dick down
his throat in one slow motion. My eyes went shut and I fondled his bare
upper body with both hands. I heard him breathing through his nose and he
just stayed there, letting his warm throat wrap my cock. I could feel his
hair on my balls, almost completely still. It was so good, I felt panic
reaching for me, as I was already close to cumming. With great difficulty,
I struggled to undo his pants and bring them down a bit, but no can
do. Just as I thought he would die on me like that, I felt him moving
up. My penis was so wet, hard and slimy, we would not even need lube.

"Son... you're the motherfucking best."

"Take me." He jumped out of the car, pushed his skintight jeans and sexy
underwear down and bent over the hood. I made my way out and looked at him
with fire in my eyes; we used to do it in the car, usually.

"Cody... what if someone comes by !?" But he just repeated his inquiry.

"Take me. Here and now, like this. I need you to."

I needed no further instructions. I pushed my pants and underwear all the
way down, too, and I walked behind him. His bubblelicious ass filled my
hands and I took the cheeks apart, pushing my dick in-between. He was
already pushing down to help me enter him, so I got the head inside and
then stopped. His flesh gripped my cock and I instantly started to leak
insane amounts of precum, just by feeling him around my manhood. My hands
travelled the distance of his back several times, and I asked the one
question I needed an answer to.

"Gentle or rough ?" He turned his head towards me and his one emerald-green
eye which wasn't covered by his hair called me.

"Rough. Fuckin' rough, please." As he said that, he steadied himself by
getting a better hang on the hood. "Fuck me." I ran my hips into him,
brutally ramming his body upon the car. His head jerked, untwisting his
neck. He screamed looking forward, at the car. "Ohhhhhh ffffffuck ! Fuck
yeah ! Fuck me like that." I pulled out. My hands slid to his waist,
clenching on his lower stomach and I violently pounded my whole weight into
him. Now that Cody was a teenager, he could handle something a bit rougher
withtout feeling the pain, or at least, without feeling the pain as such. I
was fucking him with the most primitive passion, a calling, a need, and it
was just as lovely as when we did it the gentle way. Cody used to tell me
that sometimes, when we fucked really hard, he could still feel my cock and
hands for hours, sometimes even days. My heartbeat accelerated, my
breathing got short and heavy -- I even started grunting. Two months spent
without having sex with Cody made me into a ruthless beast.

"Good boy." I barked, "That's a good boy." Cody's nubile body was tensing,
his arms now y-shaped, hands wide open, slapping his palms onto the
hood. His screams started low and ended screaching, a bit like a homeless
hurt dog. I went faster, harder still, enough to make my hips hurt,
sometimes stopping after I bottomed, taking the time to slap his ass. His
neck thrusted forward and he squeezed his left cheek on the hood, drooling,
delving in a completely delirious state.

"Hard...er... My... ass... MY ASS !"

My cock felt burning hot and my loins started crunching; the road to cum
was now paved and I was running a fucking marathon down to the finish
line. Suddenly water poured on me and I realised we were in the middle of a
particularly vicious storm. The cold water washed over us both, pearling
like sweat, then drawing families of shiny creeks across Cody's soft, sweet
back. All the water trickled down between his glowing red ass cheeks,
running over my dick and his anus, cooling down our sparkling organs,
taking me closer to release and allowing me to slam my meat with even more
intensity into that wonderful boy, my boy.

"Oh God! Dad !"  He choked on his words, spitting the rain sliding down the
hood out of his mouth. "So good ! Gonna cum !" The sight of his wet,
collapsed body, his punch-drunk voice... he was STILL so perfect ! His anus
started squeezing me rythmically: I came before he could even try. I lost
all control over my body, writhing and wrapping myself around him. No words
came to me upon release, just the feeling of a knife stabbing me
everywhere. Stiff as a concrete block, I felt five spurts of cum blasting
off. I was exhausted and I felt the rain strafing my back. Yet, I was not
stupid and I knew it was not over. I slid off his back and onto my knees,
rubbing my face on his ass on my way down. Cody rolled atop the car and his
4 inches, adorable cock showed up. I grabbed his legs and took his prick in
my mouth. I barely had the time to suck on it before I felt Cody's cum
rushing in my mouth. His legs and back arched and he screamed as I could
hear his hands punching the hood. Three supercharged, generous shots,
followed by an endless dribbling of cum graced my tastebuds, still in
disbelief that this penis they tasted so many times could now produce
sperm. Drinking Cody's load was a feeling of sharing that went beyond
anything we could do before.

"Dad... that was so perfect..." I swallowed his cum and I got up, only to
lay with him atop the car's hood. I wanted to whisper in his ear. The rain
made him different. His emo haircut was ruined, his hair, now a darker tone
of orange, sticking to his face as soon as it could touch it. From the look
of the disorganised patterns adorning his forehead, he shook his head in
ecstacy upon cumming.

"Cody, my love, we must talk..." But no. He just kissed me deep and
slow. And now, well, it would have to wait.

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