Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2008 05:08:00 -0700 (PDT) From: Story Teller Subject: My Boy Cody, Capter 10 For the record, this all came out of my head. If the exploration of sexuality is offensive to you please do not read on. Please do not use this work as an excuse for illegal activities. I'm sorry this chapter's been so long in the making. Unfortunately, as much as I love writing about Cody he doesn't pay my bills and I've got to do real work far too often, which gets in the way. I've been amazed at the number of men who have written about the twists and turns in Cody's story, some hating the things that have happened to him, some loving it all. I've had some who have sworn off this story all together, a pity I think, as it means they've jumped off the train half way to the end. If you're reading now you're obviously not one of them, and I thank you for taking the whole journey. I welcome questions and comments and appreciate all those who have written - good, bad and ugly. Thanks again for reading. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Story.Teller99@yahoo.com My Boy Cody, Chapter 10: Early Morning Play Date Beef worked a big wad of spit up and dropped it into my mouth. I loved the taste of his spit, sweet and a little tangy. I reached up to him and traced the scar on the right side of his face, telling him without words how much I love him. My dad was laying to my left, propped on his right elbow watching me with Beef. Uncle Chet was on the other side, also propped up and watching. I could smell their hot, hard bodies, my dad's cock cheese, Chet's smelly balls, Beefs damp armpits. Dad shifted to his knees and brought his funky cock, still coated with the mingled cum and funk from my ass close to my mouth. "Clean daddy up, baby," he said and dropped the cheese-coated head of his meat in my mouth. I swirled my tongue up under his hood and sucked the funk from him as he moaned deeply in his throat. I could feel Beef getting hard against my still-spread open ass watching me slurp all the goo from my dad's cock. Dad's cell phone rang and he pulled himself out of my mouth to retrieve it. Beef leaned forward, folding me in half and looked deep into my eyes as he started to slide his once again hard mega-meat into my asshole, his glittering blue eyes locked on mine as he hit bottom and sighed. I could hear dad talking vaguely in the background as the big Marine started muttering in my ear, his beer-breath tickling the sweat-damp hair there. "I love you, Beef, God you feel so good stretching me open!" I groaned as he sawed into my sore and ravaged cum dump. The big fur-covered muscles of Beef's chest scratched my swollen nipples as he rocked deeply into me, his fat hog frothing once more the accumulated loads in my hole. I wasn't really aware of anything else as he concentrated on me, I focused totally on this amazing man my father had brought into our home. Beef was wounded in Iraq before I had ever seen him. His wife left him because she couldn't look at his scars, couldn't deal with his prosthetic leg. I couldn't understand how that short-sighted cow could have given up what this amazing creature was doing to me now, raking the hell out of the joy button in my pussy and licking the sweat from my throat as he purposefully ground his chest against me. My knees were pressed back over my shoulders and my legs spread wide to accommodate the difference in our height, he arched his face down to me, giving me as much as he was getting from me. "I've got another wad for you, sweetheart," he breathed into my ear. "Gonna plant it deep up in ya, too." He reared up on his knees, pushing my long legs wide, knees scuffing the carpet on either side of my head as his balls pulled tight against his shaft and he plowed his hot nut nectar into me again, his mouth open wide in a voiceless wail of pleasure as I felt his giant cock throb between the bloated lips of my boy-hole. His thrusts were erratic as he unloaded in me. I wish I could remember how many times I had gotten fucked since I got out of school. Talk about your roller-coaster days! As Beef settled his weight back onto me, my legs wrapping themselves around his trim, muscular waste as he nestled down into my hair again and I started thinking about the things that had happened to me, the range of emotions I felt. I started off frustrated, I'd missed all of my morning chances for cum in my hole and was really annoyed.. Even the principal seemed to be in on keeping my hole dry today when he asked my English teacher for a meeting, taking up the time Mr. Blakeworth usually used to pump a load or two into me. Then soccer practice was a disaster and Coach Wiz held the goalies over for extra time, taking away my chance to get his fat, hairy meat in me. Then I ran into the twins and finally got my first fuck of the day in, although being force-fucked in the dirty bathroom in the park wasn't exactly what I'd been hoping for. I couldn't help but be turned on though, the Kamuran brothers are incredibly hot Turkish boys who turned out to have big, uncut cocks. They were rough on me, sure, but then again, I kinda like it that way. The thing that fucked me up about it was finding out that my dad had set me up with them. I was pissed! So pissed it made me cry. Not, mind you that dad had gotten the identical hunks to breed my hole, but that he'd been sneaky about it.. I think the little talk we had before this particular round of fucking started will fix that, though. Dad then took me up into the woods, into a place that looked like a homeless den. You could have bought me for a nickel when he shelled out a hundred bucks a piece to three dudes we found there to breed my aching hole. They each spunked off three times before dad put one on top of it all. It wasn't until they were all done that dad revealed another little bit of sneaky to me - they were Marine buddies of his. Afterward when he showed me the "money" he'd paid them they were "Cream Cody Credits", fake cash he'd made up for them to redeem with spunk in my holes. We came home after that and Uncle Chet and Beef each popped one in me before I fell asleep. They were talking about me when I woke up alone in the big bed and went looking for them. That was when we had our little talk, I think I was pretty clear. Fuck me and fuck me a lot was the point. They seemed to get the point. Beef snored lightly against my neck, pulling me out of my little wander down memory lane. I giggled a little and stroked his bristly hair. Dad flopped back onto the couch, his thick cock lazily leaning over his big balls, the pucker of foreskin covering the head. Chet had left the room at some time and came back in with three bottles of beer and a ginger ale for me. They both laughed at Beef asleep on top of me. "Well," Chet said "It is three in the morning." He handed dad a beer and dribbled some of the cold liquid between Beef's shoulder blades, causing the big man to wake with a start, pulling his now-soft cock from my hole in the process. I grunted loudly from the combination of compression, rapid removal and lung expansion. "I'm sorry, sweetheart," he said, his brow puckered with concern for me. "You ok?" "I'm fine, Beef, really," I replied. "Unlike some people in this house I actually got a nap in. It just startled me when you pulled out is all." "Chet, you're an asshole," Beef said, taking the beer the smiling Tennessee native held out to him. My dad was laughing at the whole scene. He took a sip of his beer and said, "You know, Cody," dad almost never uses my name when he talks to me, so I paid special attention, "I've never tasted another man's spunk before tonight. I just couldn't help but lick your pussy though, it looked so inviting all spread open and puffy. I kinda had to. For you." I climbed into dad's lap again and kissed his mouth, tasting the beer on his tongue. "Did you like it dad?" I asked. "Actually, I did. All that flavor, all the tastes of you and the men you've taken today, it really turned me on. Well, that and feeling the Big Man here crowding your cunt with me," he said. Beef laughed. "I've eaten out used pussy before. There's something about the way it tastes after another dude or two has used it, kinda spicy and tangy. It is my favorite dish." He roared with renewed laughter, slopping beer on his chest as he over-balanced on the floor. Chet laughed too. "Tony, who the hell was callin you at o'dark nothin'?" he asked. "Oh!" dad seemed to have forgotten the phone call. "That was Sam, the tattoo guy. He's found a new playmate for Cody. You up to some more tonight, Sport?" he asked, turning to me. I choked on my ginger ale. "Of course, dad, you know how I am!" He laughed some more. "And to think, I was worried about you," he chuckled. "I'm not the one you need to worry about, dad," I said, suppressing a giggle. "You should be worried about whether you can keep up!" Dad started ticking me, beer and ginger ale spilling as we rolled onto the floor, ending up with me face down and all his weight pressed against my back. I could feel he was hard again. "I can keep up, you little shit!" he exclaimed as he slid his nine inches back into my shit chute and started plowing hard, as if to prove his point. Beef and Chet laughed and the doorbell rang. "I'll get that," Beef said, "Chet you might wanna get in on that before the line gets too long! Hand me my cane." Beef pushed himself to his mismatched feet as dad ground his meat into my open hole. He leaned into my ear and whispered to me "Your daddy loves you, boy." "I love you too, dad!" I grunted out under the force of his deep thrusts. I heard the greetings in the entry way. Beef hadn't met Sam yet but he'd heard about him. Sam was the tattooist who had put the serpent on me for dad and pierced my nipples and my eyebrow for me. I liked Sam a lot, in part because he was very different from anyone else I knew through my dad. He's not quite as tall as my dad, and he's really thin and rangy, although you can tell he's strong, the muscles he has are just tight and compact instead of bulging and developed like my dad's. Sam's got a Mohawk which he dyes different colors and a sexy little blonde soul patch under his lip. He had his right eyebrow and nose pierced, a big fat ring through his septum lays on his upper lip like a bull ring. Bull was right too, Sam packed about 8 inches of fat cut cock. Adding to that the full sleeves of tattoos across his shoulders and down both arms and Sam was one hell of a rough-looking sexy man. His thick motorcycle boots appeared in my field of vision as dad grunted another load deep into my boy-pussy. "Damn, Tony, you sure know how to throw a party!" Sam laughed. He'd already been supplied with a beer and was looking at my dad's broad, muscular back obscuring me beneath him and grinning as I looked out around dad's shoulder. "Hi, Sam!" I grinned up at him. Sam was wearing skin-tight black leather hip-huggers that showed the big boner he had clearly, a black and red leather vest with no shirt under it showed that the sleeves of tattoos carried on across his tightly muscled compact chest. He had dyed his Mohawk deep red, it matched the accents on his vest. He cupped his over-stuffed crotch. "Hey there, Buddy, brought a new playmate for ya," he said casually, indicating the man who had sauntered into the room chatting softly with the still fully-naked Beef. Dad sat back on his haunches, keeping his still-hard cock buried in my hole and pulling me up on my knees with him. I knelt up and got my first look at the man Sam had brought along. He was totally different than I would have expected. Maybe 45 or so, about the same height as Sam, slim, neatly trimmed dark brown hair with some grey in the temples, wide-spaced hazel eyes, thick lips that begged to be kissed, a straight, Mediterranean nose. He was wearing slacks and a sport coat over a brown shirt, open at the collar that showed a tightly muscled chest, just like Sam's. His physical resemblance to the tattooist was weird. Looking back and forth between them I suddenly realized, they had the same eyes. "Tony, this is my dad, Roger Binghamton," Sam said, as if my dad wasn't kneeling on the floor with his cock buried in his own son. Dad reached out and grabbed Mr. Binghamton's hand and shook it firmly.. "Roger, good to meet you," he said. "This is my boy, Cody," he indicate me still sitting skewered on his meat stick. I reached out in turn and shook Mr. Binghamton's hand. "Good to meet you, Sir," I said in my best formal, meeting new adults tone. He chuckled and said "From what I see it will be great fun to literally `meat' you, Cody.." The men in the room all laughed and commented on that. My dad rotated his hips, thrusting his cock into me again. Dad then slapped my ass and said, "Hop up, Sport and clean up your mess while Mr. Binghamton makes himself more comfortable." Sam's dad was pealing off his sport coat as I pulled my dad's fat nine inches out of my hole and spun around to suck the slime off his cock. I heard the new arrival gasp. "Damn fine looking boy pussy on him, wow!" he exclaimed. "You did that ink, right, son?" he asked Sam. "Sure did, dad," he replied. "Dad's a professor of art history at the college down town," he explained to the men in the room as I finished sucking the thick froth of jizz from dad's pubic hair. I sat up, turned around and was greeted with an amazing sight. As I wiped the slime off my lips I took in Roger Binghamton in his naked glory for the first time. His compactly muscled body was tan all over, a thick patch of dark brown hair sprinkled with grey in the center of his chest followed a treasure trail down his flat belly to his pubes, which framed a thick, cut cock sticking straight out from his crotch. Hanging below his beautiful eight inches were fuzz covered balls the size of large hen's eggs and through the head of his cock was a thick stainless steel ring, a thick ball closing the end of it just outside the stretched piss slit. I had never seen a Prince Albert before and couldn't help but stare. Mr. Binghamton chuckled. "Sam did that for me a couple years ago. I thought it might make things more interesting for his mother. I was wrong." He laughed out loud. "Come see what you think, son," he instructed. "You take good care of our guest, baby, I gotta make a head call," dad said as he left the room. I could tell the others were moving around the room but my attention was riveted as I shuffled forward on my knees and licked the ring through the professor's cock head. A glistening bead of precum oozed around the thick steel and I licked it off. Mr. Binghamton chuckled at me. "Turn around, Cody," he said. "I'm more interested in your other hole." He smiled at me kindly and I grinned back at him as I followed his instruction. Sam laid down on the floor next to me. He pulled my right leg over his head so I was in a sixty-nine position with him and he pushed my mouth down on his hard cock while his dad lined up with my asshole. I felt the cold metal pressing into my sloppy hole and at the same time Sam's tongue started to lap at my cunt, traveling back and forth between my nuts and my hole as his dad started to pump into the mess in me. Sam's hands came around behind my ass and pulled my slot open for his dad and his dad's hands gripped my hips hard, his fingers digging into my flesh. I heard Mr. Binghamton groan. "That's it, Sammy, lick my nuts while I pump this slut-hole! It feels so good, nice and wet inside there, this boy's been around. Can you taste the other men's cum on my cock, Sammy?" Sam grunted, his dick twitching in my throat as I felt him lick the stretched out lips of my boy pussy where his dad's cock battered me open. "I'm not gonna last long Sammy, I'm gonna dump in this beautiful boy-sluts pussy soon. It just feels so good, so nice and wet and open. He really loves cock, you were right.." I felt Mr. Binghamton lean forward as he started short-stroking into my hole, his Prince Albert thudding against my boy knot driving me crazy. Sam let go of my ass and slammed my head down tight to his crotch with both hands and I felt his cock spasm. I knew he was cumming but I couldn't taste it at all, he was planted in my throat and shooting straight into my stomach. "Oh, Sammy, I'm gonna breed the boy's cunt now!" Mr. Binghamton cried as his thrusts became irregular. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled my ass tight against his thick pubes as I felt him throb in me, unloading his thick daddy sperm deep in my hole. Sam's hands relaxed on my head, his orgasm winding down as his dad's ramped up and I was able to pull back off his dick and breathe a little better. I sucked the slime from Sam's deflating cock as his father pushed the last of his load into me. Collapsing backward onto his haunches and pulling his cock from me with a plop Mr. Binghamton sighed heavily. "That was nice," he muttered. "Glad you enjoyed it," my dad said. He was leaning against the door frame, two bottles of cold beer in each hand. Beef chuckled from his accustomed place in what used to be dad's favorite chair. "Didn't take you long to finish, though," he said, passing the bottles to Mr. Binghamton, Beef and Chet, who was sitting on the couch now, his own boner standing up from his white-blonde pubes. "You think I'm finished?" the professor asked, smiling as he pulled my head into his crotch. This was shaping up to be my kind of night.