Date: Sat, 7 Nov 2009 08:56:11 -0800 (PST) From: Story Teller Subject: My Boy Cody 14 All the usual disclaimers apply. Thank you to those who have written, I know it's been a long time since we heard from Cody and his family, but life's been nuts. I hope you enjoy the story and look forward to your comments. Also, I'll be working on a couple other stories too so keep your eyes out for them :) story.teller99@yahoo.com My Boy Cody Chapter 14 The Long-awaited Date Craig James was bored. He had taken the job working the night desk at the Sleeper Motel to help pay for college, which was good, but the overnight hours sucked and he spent a lot of time surfing the "security cameras" installed by the manager in certain rooms of the flea-bag. Mr. McCord was a big, fat, disgusting man who got his jollies watching other people fuck -- thus the cameras. He didn't know that Craig had figured out his password or that he routinely flipped from one room to another of the half-dozen rooms equipped with cameras to see if there was anything to divert him from the tedium of the desk. He was just opening up the main camera in room 311 when the big man limped through the door with the most beautiful creature Craig had ever laid eyes on in tow. The man was scary. Well over six feet tall and half as wide across muscled shoulders with a chest straining his Royal Blue rugby shirt, jeans tight enough you could see exactly where his thick dick rested in his crotch and a thick, heavy walking stick in his right hand he leaned on as he crossed the shitty little lobby. Craig was a soccer player, tall and lean but dwarfed by the bulk of muscle on the giant coming toward him. The boy, on the other hand, was truly gorgeous. If it hadn't been for his absolute beauty he would have been utterly eclipsed by the beast that held the door for him and then steered him toward the grungy chairs in the corner before heading to talk to Craig. Sweet, pale, crisp features peeked out of ebony bangs combed forward across the boys smooth forehead. His eyes -- Craig swore they were violet, like that old actress that was so beautiful in her prime whose name was driven out of his fevered mind by the vision in front of him -- gleamed through the fringe of black hair. He was slightly built, wearing hip-hugger jeans and a tight tee shirt that left a slim iridescent white strip of smooth flesh exposed between the two garments. A flash of color showed on his right hip and Craig had time to wonder how such a young looking kid could have a tattoo before his mind was further jolted by the realization that he could clearly see rings through the shirt where the boy's nipples pressed against the taught fabric. Jolted back to reality by the deep, commanding voice of the giant at the desk, Craig jumped out of his skin, cleared his throat and gave the cheesey "Welcome to the Sleeper Motel" speech. His brain was too crowded by thoughts to do more than go through the motions, only half heard the pseudo-introduction offered by the big man whose smiling face was marred by an ugly "V" scar on his right cheek that pulled the smile out of center and made him look that much more dangerous. In his head all Craig could thing was "Why are they together?!?" as he automatically slipped the key to room 311 across the counter to the man who paid with a credit card and signed the name "Farley" on all the paperwork. After they left, the monster protectively wrapping his right arm around the slim shoulders of the boy who seemed to melt right into his companion's flank without thought or worry, Craig reflected on how odd it seemed that the man would pay with a credit card, unless it was stolen, to come to such a place as the Sleeper with a boy like that. Then he realized something else: Craig was straight as an arrow, had never even so much as looked at another guy, but for some reason that gorgeous boy had totally captured his attention in every way, shape and form. Without thinking Craig had given them the room he already had the cameras live in. The motel was set up in three buildings wrapped around the parking area with another small parking lot behind each building in the little alleys formed with the juxtaposition of the buildings to those around the property. The office was in the center of the center building, building one to the left, building three to the right. The rooms were numbered from the street end, ten facing into the main lot, and the eleventh on each side facing into the alley behind the property that bordered on the fence of a tow-truck lot. He sat back down numbly and looked down at the computer just as the couple came into their room, already the man had lifted the boy into his arms, his heavy walking stick falling to the floor as he kissed that beautiful elf with such passion that Craig grabbed his crotch on reflex and realized that he had been sporting a hard on since they came through the lobby door. His fingers twitched around the head of his cock as he watched the two pull at each other's clothes, the boy naked in a flash, the tattoos on his right side wrapping around his hip, the stainless steel in his nipples flashing in the low light from the bedside light. The imp leapt onto the bed and knelt there, his boy dick standing straight out from his perfectly smooth crotch, and said something to the man who chuckled in response and said something more back. Damn the lack of sound! The man finished pealing out of his shirt, kicked the shoe off his left foot and limped to the bed. The boy immediately slipped off the bed and unlaced the sneaker on the right foot and pulled it off, pulling the jeans over the mismatched feet as he did so. With a start Craig realized the man was wearing a prosthetic limb -- his right leg was missing below the knee. Without missing a beat the boy engulfed the large, semi-erect cock of the man before him in his mouth and Craig let out an involuntary moan of his own, imagining how sweet that mouth would feel covering his own throbbing seven inches. He watched in amazement as the giant man's cock grew in perfect proportion to the rest of him, it had to be a foot long as far as Craig could tell. And still the boy sucked, swallowed, gagged slightly, trying and succeeding to get as much of the man into him as he could. He fondled the big testicles rolling in the hairy sack below the rod in his mouth, spit running from the intersection of lip and cock, dripping over the fat nuts. The boy started using his hand to stroke the gargantuan cock he was working so hard to pleasure, rubbing his spit into the fat throbbing meat in his throat. The man said something and pulled the boy up by his armpits. He flopped the kid over on his face on the bed and all Craig could see was the man's ass as he crouched behind the boy, his real foot flexing as he worked on the boy's hole. Craig toggled to the second camera in the room to get a side-view again and gasped, his dick throbbing in his hand again as he saw the handsome left side of the man's face buried in the boy's ass, jaw working, the boy's back arched, the man's arms wrapped around the impossibly slim waste, the boy's head flailing wildly in pleasure as his lover dove deeply into his cute. Craig's eyes glazed over and he lost track of time as seconds turned to minutes and the big fucker didn't come up for air. Certainly he wasn't going to fuck that kid! His dick was far too big and the boy far too small to Craig's mind. Yet the man leaned forward, curling his big muscular body over the back of his young lover and nuzzling his ear as the fat, blunt head of his throbbing cock came into contact with the sweet, wet hole. The boy's back arched up further as the man settled his weight onto the kid's back, his third leg slowly imbedding in the tender canal opened up for his use. They ground together, thick pubes against smooth, tender ass and pumped together for what seemed like an eternity to Craig. Slowly the Beast laying pipe to the Beauty in 311 began to pick up the pace of his thrusting. The thick muscles in his butt and thighs strained against the hole he was plowing open in the boy beneath him as the animal in the man came out, raving and gnashing its teeth, screaming for release. Soon the thrusts were so hard and deep that Craig could almost hear the slapping of flesh on flesh even without the benefit of sound. The man raised his head, arching his own back into the boy's willing, giving hole and his now erratic pounding stopped suddenly as he buried every millimeter of his giant cock into the boy's cumhole. Craig was amazed the kid kept up with the ferocity of the fuck at the end, the power-drilling he had just witnessed was worthy of the highest quality porn. The big man collapsed across the boy's back, shoulders heaving and Craig saw the boy's knees draw up some. To his amazement the kid didn't seem to be trying to get out, but rather started working his hips on the meat still plugged deeply into his hole. Soon the big man started to swivel his hips in rhythm with the boy and they were making love, truly and totally making love. The contrast between the animal release he had just seen and this tender, sweetness startled the desk clerk. His own dick was still unbearably hard and he knew he'd have to take care of it sometime but as long as these two kept at it he didn't want to miss a thing. He didn't even take the time to wonder about his sudden burning interest in this gorgeous boy and the mega-man bedding him, his brain was too clouded with the lust he felt to examine what the lust meant. It wasn't long before the pace of the movements between man and boy sped up again and Craig knew a second flood of cream was destined for the boy's sweet hole. The urgency was less, the movements more restrained, but the passion undiminished as the couple strove together toward their common goal of placing that seed deep in the boy's belly. They rolled slightly to the right as the end neared, the boy threw his leg over the man's left hip and Craig had a clear view of the fat dick, like a small child's arm, throbbing in and out of the boy's spread hole. He clearly saw the balls draw up tight, the boy's back arch imperceptibly more then the base of the cock began to throb as jet after jet of thick man-goo spewed into the kid's guts. The boy pushed himself up so he was sitting on the big man's dick now with his back to the man's face still and he pivoted around to face him. Now Craig could see the marred handsome face of the man, the artificial leg stretched out beneath the boy's smooth white ass, marked by the serpent tattoo curling over his hip. The man reached up and grabbed the twin curls of steel in the boy's nipples and pulled, twisting slightly, bringing the boy's face forward. He arched his hips up to keep from dislodging his impossibly still-hard cock from the deep well it basted in and curled his body up to kiss the boy's mouth again, tongues doing battle between their mouths. The boy broke the kiss and sat up. He started riding the man like a bronco buster on a rodeo horse, hard and fast, plowing himself deep with the rod he couldn't seem to get enough of. Just then another couple came into the lobby and Craig had to drag himself away from the hot scene on the screen before him. He was startled when he noticed the time and figured out he had been watching the pair in 311 fuck for two and a half hours. Even at that it felt like forever to manage the cash transaction for "Mr. and Mrs. Smith" and get them off to 102, as far away from the truly hot action in the place as he could put them. When he got back to the screen the man was putting something down on the bedside table -- his cell phone? He then moved to the foot of the bed and lifted the boy's legs again and slammed his hard cock back into the dick slot the kid offered him. The man slam-fucked the kid again this time, each thrust a tooth jangling ramming into the open hole. Just as the man seemed to be about to shoot yet another load into the boy Craig was interrupted again. A handsome man leaned on the counter in front of him alone. He had glimmering hazel eyes and a smile a mile wide as Craig jumped out of his skin realizing the guy was there. He stretched out his right hand in the classic handshake gesture, saying something that Craig's racing brain didn't keep up with because as the man reached Craig noticed the tattoo on his forearm. It matched the one on the right hip of the boy currently being bred in room 311. "I'm Tony," the man said, his grin even wider. "My son is here with one of my best friends, in room 311, I believe." Craig's head swam. This was very, very bad. The father was here, there would be a scene, there would be cops; these guys could get violent. This guy -- Tony -- wasn't as big as the fucker with his kid but parents can do all kinds of crazy shit to protect their kids. "I think you should go over there with me," the guy was saying. "From what I see you've been enjoying the show anyway," he laughed. Craig's look of confusion and disbelief made the guy laugh even harder. "Look," he said, "my boy's wearing poor Beef out, and he's begging for more cock. I hate to disappoint him. You want a piece or not?" Craig didn't know what to say so he just got up and nodded, his obvious erection still tenting his pants as he rounded the desk. Tony reached over the counter and put up the "Out to Lunch" sign as they exited the lobby together. Craig followed Tony around the end of the central building and to the alley entrance to Building Three. Sitting in a chair he had pulled out of the room with him, naked still and smoking a cigar was the big man Craig had just spent the last eon of his life watching fuck the most gorgeous boy alive. The odd legs were stretched out in front of him and his heavy walking stick propped against the arm of the cheap chair, the cock flopped over the left thigh was shining dimly in the light spilling from the open door behind him. He dragged the cigar and blew out a huge cloud of the noxious smoke. "Call me Beef," he said, extending his hand to the numb-minded deskman. Craig brainlessly reached out and shook the gigantic paw offered to him. The man laughed heartily and looked at his friend. "Chet's in there bonin' the boy now," he said, the moaning and slapping bore evidence to the statement. "Goddamn Tony, I never thought I'd say it but that little fucker wore me the hell out. He sucked me off in the car on the way here, and I bred his pussy five times in there. I love him, and you know that, but there's no way I'm gonna keep up with his need for seed on my own. If I didn't know that before tonight has proved it to me." The other man laughed a deep rumbling chuckle that came from his gut. "I knew about a week after I popped that boy's cherry that he'd turned into a total slut. God we're lucky men." Turning to Craig he said "Would you like to get better acquainted with my son?" Craig, still trying to catch up to his cock numbly nodded his head -- he had no real idea what was going on around him but he knew he very much wanted to be a part of it. Inside the room the air was thick with the humid smell of sex and semen. On the bed a tall, slim man with a dark tan and shockingly platinum hair standing up in a tall spike had the boy folded in half, knees over his shoulders and was plowing hard into the slurping, open boy hole. The man's jeans were open and pushed down just far enough to get his cock and balls out, his polo shirt was still on as if he had been unable to resist the sight and the smell of the used boy on the bed. Craig could relate. The blond man leaned forward and kissed the boy, their breath puffing through each other as his hips became an erratic humping blur against the pale white perfection open before him. The boy groaned into the sucking mouth planted over his own and gripped the denim-clad ass in his long white hands, pulling the cock in him as far as it could go while it shot off its thick goo. Breaking the kiss the boy's head lolled to the side and he spotted Craig standing there, the man's cock obviously throbbing in his pants, and a huge, bright grin split the boy's face. Sweat plastered the black hair to the sweet face, and the eyes, those gorgeous violet eyes wide and glazed with lust, his lips puffy and full. The blond guy climbed off the kid and looked down at the front of his jeans laughing. "Well," he said in a thick southern drawl, "That'll teach me not to take my pants off when you're on a roll, Cody!" Craig looked over and realized the man's pants were crusted with a froth of churned up cum from the boy's open hole. When he turned back to the bed the boy had moved and was kneeling on the edge of the bed, his beautiful white ass in the air pointing straight at the dazed desk clerk. Craig was utterly mesmerized by the boy's hole. The kid had been fucked enough that it wasn't round anymore, but almost slotted like a pussy would be. But it was sealed shut, with just a hint of pearly cum beading at the bottom of the sweet cleft. Suddenly Craig realized that the hand he could see on that perfect pale ass was his own, that he could feel the soft silken skin slightly damp under his fingers. The boy still hadn't spoken and Craig was still numb from the neck up when he realized his pants were around his ankles and the big man who called himself the boy's dad was behind him, gently pushing him forward and guiding his wooden erection into the sweet hole in front of him -- all the while whispering encouragement in his ear and egging him on. Craig's mind exploded in the sensations flowing from his dick as it buried itself in the boys velvet smooth sheath, his mind raced as he realized the cream he felt flowing around him was the loads of these other men in the boy. His body took over completely and Craig plowed into the sweetest hole he'd ever encountered with a ferocity he didn't realize he knew. The squelching, slurping sounds he imagined as he watched the giant man plow this same ass were now being generated for his ears by his own cock, the grunting he heard was his own, the soft moans from the boy because of him. Too fast he felt his cum rise, his cock throbbing harder than it ever had before and he blew his nut deep into the sucking chasm of the boy's clutching sphincter, a primal howl of conquest and pleasure torn from his lips as he unloaded what had to be the biggest load of his life into the willing flesh wrapped around his cock. Without stopping Craig fucked on. Sweat poured off his face and into his eyes and he plowed his still straining meat into the open sloppy hole. His second orgasm hit Craig like a freight train, as if the first hadn't happened at all, his hips erratically pounding the upturned globes in front of him, his fingers digging into the soft white and tattooed flesh. With a sick sucking sound the desk clerk pulled his cock from the frothing cum-filled hole. Without missing a beat the boy was on his knees in front of him, slurping the mixed loads from Craig's amazingly still-hard shaft. As the kid finished cleaning him up Craig slowly came to his senses and looked around the room. The boy was bent over at the waste, Lars the guard from the tow lot behind the motel pumping his throbbing cock into the dripping hole. The platinum blond who had been fucking the kid when he first came in was lolling on the bed, naked now, smoking a cigarette next to the kid's dad. He could hear the deep voice of the giant Beef outside the door talking to someone about what was happening inside. Craig went into the bathroom and splashed water on his face, straightened his uniform and went back through the room. To his shock his place had been taken by "Mr. Smith" whom he had checked into 102 before coming over here, the middle-aged man stark naked, his thick seven inch cock buried in the boy's throat while Lars continued to plow the kid's back door. He glanced at the bed and nodded to the boy's dad as he stumbled back into the night past the giant on the doorstep and toward the office.