Date: Sun, 29 Mar 2020 10:06:24 -0400 From: J Woods Subject: Cody Thompson: White Trash (Father/Son Incest) This is an original work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. If you are under 18 years of age, offended by stories which depict sex between consenting males, or live in a jurisdiction where reading/possessing such materials is illegal, please leave this site now. If you enjoy reading my stories and others on this site, please consider donating whatever you can to Nifty. Your donations help keep the site maintained, up and running, and available to you whenever you want for your reading pleasure. Simply follow this link to do so: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Thank you in advance for your generosity! Cody Thompson: White Trash The way he was sucking my cock now was different than the way he had always sucked it before. I wasn't jealous, far from it actually, I couldn't have cared less who Cody fucked or got fucked by, but I was curious as to what the fuck was going on. And, to be honest, I was little concerned as well. Cody hadn't mentioned anything to me about a new guy in his life, and, for as long as I can remember, we had talked about everything. A father knew when something was going on with their kid, and right now, and even though I'd had a few drinks and it was only the afternoon, something was very off. I wasn't imagining it. "Hey... why don't we give it a minute, huh?", I said looking at Cody, and noticing the small bruise on the side of his face. "What happened there?" "What's wrong, dad?", Cody asked, looking up at me from the floor where he was kneeling. My cock in his right hand, his left hand wiped away his watery eyes at the sides of his face from his him deep throating of my meat. "Nothing is "wrong", Cody.", I said, putting my hand up to where the dime-sized bruise was on his cheek "But something is different with you. What's going on, bud, and what is this about anyway?", I asked again. "I just whacked my head the other day, no big deal. I had a few too many, that's all." I knew he was giving me a fucking line, he had been all week, and it was beginning to piss me off. Since when did my boy begin lying to me? What was he hiding that he felt he couldn't tell me. "Okay, get up. You and me are having a talk whether you like it or not. I'm done with your shit, Cody. Enough with your bullshit. It's me you're talking to. Tell me what going on.", I said stuffing my cock back into my underwear and pulling up my jeans. Fuck it, I wouldn't need my shirt, it had to be in the 90's out today, and the trailer I lived in was hot and stuffy. "Dad, come on!", Cody said, raising his voice to me as I let him to the living room in a not so patient way. "Don't raise your voice to me, son. Understand?", I said turning back to look at him as he stopped in his tracks. "Yes, sir. Sorry. I'm just pissed is all." Cody said sitting down into the sofa way too hard. I let that go. "Okay, spill it. And no lying or I'll know. You know me better than to lie to me Code's.", I said, throwing in a name I used to call him as a kid, which used to make him giggle. Now it just got him straight in the head. He knew he was talking to, yes, but he just needed a gentle reminder that I was still his father, and I wasn't putting up with any shit... not from him, not his brother, fuck, not from anyone. Cody looked at the floor and then up to me briefly, before his eyes settled on the pictures on the wall of me and him fishing, camping, cooking out on an open fire, as father and son, his face twitchy and nervous, unsure of what to say next. "Spill it.", I said again. "Okay, okay, just let me... let get my fucking head together first, for fuck sakes, dad!", he blurted out. I decided to watch him instead of correcting him. Something was up. If I kept after him, he'd no sooner bolt out the door and then I'd not know until it was too late to help me son out with what I could. I loved him, you see. I'd die for him, do anything for him, and have done anything for him. That's all I'll say about that for now. "Alright, just ease up, man. Easy.", I said calm as I as I could, wanting to give him a good shake around, wake him up a bit. Shit got real whenever the boys thought they'd outgrown their britches with me. This time, another pass. "I been working for DesChamps. He asked me to do some stuff...some real good money, so I've been doing it. I slipped and fell the other night on the ice the other night is all, and bashed my fuckin' head on my trucks door when I was trying to leave. Nothing else, that's it, Dad, I swear it.", Cody said into the floor, looking at his dirty boots, his jeans with holes in the knees. "What are you doing for DesChamps?", I asked Cody. You don't know a thing about farm equipment. DesChamps was Clyde DesChamps, a rich old bastard, originally from Maine, who lived outside of town. He owned a farming equipment business, and was the only man who did in a four hundred and fifty mile radius of New Hampshire, so when I say rich, he was very rich. Equipment like his retailed in the hundreds of thousands, commercial farmers being his biggest contracts. He employed many salesmen, people in the trade, and if you said his name in the tri-state area, everyone knew who you were talking about, but would say nothing bad about him, even though, there was plenty bad to say. "Well, I ain't at the storage buildin's with the boy's makin' fifty grand a year, if that's what you're askin'.", Cody said, again, a too little wise-ass for me, but I let it slide... for now. "So what are you doing?", I asked, afraid of what his answer might be. Clyde was this and that as a businessman, but in his personal life, was known to be closeted and meticulously discreet, having huge fuck parties that were organized out-of-state on vast areas of land. Men were invited to partake by invitation only, and it was all very secretive. Well-known politicians and industry leaders--household names--were rumored to have been invited and disinvited the very same day, or even at the points of entry trying to get in, or so the story goes. And so yes, along with being rich, he had power too. A lot of it. I hadn't heard anything about those parties for a long time, with Clyde getting close to sixty-five years in age and all, but that didn't mean he had stopped with having them. "Just some stuff. Helping out with these small parties he's been throwing for his friends at his house and stuff. Just stuff like that, ya know?", Cody mumbled along, trying to make sense and smooth it all over. "Oh, yeah... stuff. Yeah, I know stuff.", I said smiling, my voice cheery and raised. "Yeah, oh THAT stuff." Cody continued looking at the floor, avoiding my taunting. Dumb kid. Like I'd buy any of that shit. "So... HEY!", I yelled, making Cody jump up a little, startling him. "You look at me.", I told him, and he did without hesitation or any back talk, the smart-ass look wiped off his face. "So... I'll ask you one more time before getting up, grabbing on to you and draggin' your fuckin' wise-ass down to DesChamps myself right now and asking you in front of the man... What kind of work are you doing for him? I'll give you ten seconds to answer and if I don't like the answer you give me, bub, you better hold onto your nasty ass britches because we're going for a little drive, just me and you. Don't test me, boy." Cody's face got red hot and he put his hands up to the sides of his face. "I been down there serving drinks... bar tending, mostly... Clyde's been throwing parties at his place... you know the ones. He caught me up at the liquor store while I was buying me and Dell some beer, said he liked my look and if I wanted to make any money. Said he knew you too and not to let you know if you were to ask me `bout it. He asked me anyway. But, I been bartending, like I said, bringing the guys drinks, letting the guys touch me, blow me if they want. I get four hundred dollars a night. Done it twice in the last week. I blew four of the guys. I gotta be naked the whole time, so... they just kinda touch and do what they want while I'm there. They are always the same guys, except for one guy, who came last night. He took me aside and wanted me to suck his dick. He paid me two hundred dollars to suck him off while another old man watched. That man had a huge fucking cock... must have taken Viagra or something too, because it took a while for him to nut. Anyway, when I finally had time to notice, there twelve men in there all with their cocks out and jerkin'. The man said they wanted to show me some love and I'd get more money if I did." he continued. "So what did you have to do?", I asked him. "Nothin' really, just swallow the man's dick until he came, and then the other guys lined up and had me open my mouth and came inside of it. Then when they was all done, the man said something to them, and then they each gave me a hundred dollar bill. "And you got paid fourteen hundred dollars to suck one guy off and let twelve other guys cum in your mouth?", I asked. "Yeah. Was over quicker than the blowjob, so wasn't that big a deal.", Cody said shrugging like it was nothing at all. The kid was a trooper. But then again, he was always hard to please and constantly up to something to get himself off. I was always prying things out of his hand as a boy. Anything long, round and fat, he'd have it shoved up his ass if you turned your back for one second. Shit, I won't even get into the Wiffle Ball bat incident. That's when I realized there was something seriously up with that boy. "Yeah, then after that, Clyde paid me, I left, I slipped on his fancy driveway pavers that got all wet with the rain and shit, whacked my fuckin' head on my trucks door and I drove home. That's it. That's the truth, Dad. That's why my jaw hurts, the blow job and hitting my own damn head. The man just gripped my face too hard, probably where that little bruise came from. And that's all. I swear it.", he finally finished. "So your hustlin'?", I asked. I wasn't disappointed, not in the traditional sense I mean, shit, I was quite a slut when I was younger too, did stuff for money. Granted, not four hundred dollar a night tricks like Cody was pulling, or two hundred dollar blow jobs, but I got around. Why he got mixed up in this shit though was beyond me. Other than the money that is. If he's worked twice, and the guys gave him a "tip", he's made twenty-two hundred dollars this week alone. That ain't chump change for two nights work, no matter what it is your doing. "Yeah... have to do something. I can't make it this month or next with all this fuckin' rain... been laid off from Larry's for almost two-weeks now.", Cody said, referring to his day job with a landscaper. "It's been tough, so yeah, I let them touch me and some of em' blow me. Big fuckin' deal.", Cody said looking at me, his face furious, not at me, but at DesChamps and his men. He knew what they were like, and now he knew first hand. He was a piece of trash to them and always would be, golden mouth or not. "Well, what are you gonna do? You gonna be DesChamps prostitute for a while till someone else comes along, or are you just doing this now cuz you need money. Shit, I got money if you need the money, son.", I said. For some reason, I was getting angry. I hated the thought of old DesChamps taking advantage of my son, but he was twenty-two and could do whatever he wanted. But it was just the idea of him sliming his way through people lives with his money that always got me going, nothing else. "For now, there ain't anything else planned till next week. And I told him I'd do it for six hundred, not four, and he told me no problem because the boys liked me. The money's too good, Pop, you know that, you ain't dumb. But the guy I sucked off, he's some guy in Southern Vermont, he had an accent like from Texas though. Anyway, he handed me a note before I left. Charles something. I forget." "What'd the note say, son?", I asked. The thought of the men touching him like a play thing was getting on my nerves. DesChamps would get his one of these days. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but there'd come a time when he'd have his back turned long enough not to see me right behind him, ready to drive my fist up his ass. And I'm not joking about that either. "I brought it.", Cody said, standing up enough to take the note out of his pocket then sitting down next to me. "He don't know you, so I don't know how he knows but... we'll, it's all right there, Dad." Hey kid. You give one hell of a blowjob and the boy's like finishing up all over your pretty little face and wide open mouth too. If you're interested in helping out, I'm hosting a small private gathering at my home in Southern Vermont two weeks from now on the 18th. I'm thinking a `Father & Son' theme would be a welcomed change for my guests. There will be nobody there you would ever see again. I would pay $5,000 to each of you for your entertainment. If you're interested, the phone number of my assistant is on the back of this note. Give him a call and he'll provide the details. If not, I trust you know your place and will be discreet about the encounters you have had. Jasper. Cody was rubbing my leg and cock bulge, making my cock swell up as he watched me read the note, which I did several times. "What are you thinking, Dad?", Cody asked, his hand reaching higher. "I'm thinking you get back down on your knees while I think about this a little more, son.", I answered, popping the button of my jeans open as he moved his body down further. I kept reading the note. Maybe he was just taking a guess the Cody even had a father, but even then, we weren't dealing with a dope here. He knew who I was, how? I didn't know. And what kind of father & son theme did he mean? My mind drew up the conclusion pretty easily. I watched Cody's lips part widely as the big head of dick pushed it's way though his mouth. The boy had learned a lot in six years, breathing through his nose was finally one of them. He wanted his daddy's cum, I could tell the way he shut his eyes and then opened them again, as his fingers played around in my thick pubes and circled around my full nut sack, gently tugging them as he moaned, craving what was inside of them. And I was gonna give him what he wanted. Eventually. Right now, that warm mouth of his felt so damn good, I wasn't about to unload inside of it yet. I wanted to enjoy it for another few minutes at least. If you liked what you read, there's more from where that came from. I currently have a new book out (available everywhere) and hopefully you'll give it a try. Email me for details.