Date: Wed, 28 May 2008 08:35:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Story Teller <story.teller99@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Boy Cody (Capter 2)

For the record, this all came out of my head. If the exploration of budding
sexuality is offensive to you please do not read on.  Please do not use
this work as an excuse for illegal activities.

I hope that you enjoy it and will look forward to the development of the
story and the introduction of new characters I have in mind.  I welcome
questions and comments and appreciate all those who have written about this
and other stories I have submitted here.

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My Boy Cody
Chapter Two: Marking Dad's Territory

I think this is my favorite position, flat on my belly, my dad's hairy
chest and belly pressed into my back, his fat cock plugged deep into my
clutching boy hole.  He's muttering in my ear and I can feel his calloused
right hand caressing my right hip where I bear his mark.  His balls slap
against my open cunt with each deep driving thrust into me, the sound of
the last load he pumped into me squelching around his piston cock filling
the bedroom.

Oh, no, this is definitely my favorite position!  Dad grabbed my hips and
pulled me up onto my knees, my face still pressed into the sheets as he
slides his hands up my flat, smooth belly and thumbs the nubs of my
engorged nipples.  The tender flesh of my tits thrust forward by the
stainless steel behind them sings its pleasure which bubbles up out of my
throat in a gasping moan.

Now this one is my favorite position!  Dad reached his right hand over my
up-turned ass and grabbed my left ankle, flipping me effortlessly over onto
my back and leaning forward, folding me in half, grabbing an ankle in each
hand and pulling my long legs wide apart.  My boy-dick is hard as stone,
pressed firmly to my concave stomach as I look up the tight, furred muscle
of his abdomen and broad, solid chest, his deep brown nipples glimmering
with sweat in the close-cropped hairs of his chest my twat spasms around
his long fuck-pole. His eyes lock onto mine and he leans forward and
devours my mouth as he growls his joy into my hole, pumping his third thick
load of daddy-jizz deep in my receptive hole.

My dad took my cherry almost four months ago.  He found a fag-mag I had
hidden under my bed and had it in his hand when I came home from school.
I'll never forget the look on his face.  The next thing I knew he had me
ass up on my bed and buried one of his fat thumbs up my boy-pussy and
brought me off to the first orgasm I had ever had that I hadn't done for
myself.  I thought I'd never feel so good again, but then he slid his fat
uncut cock into me and bred me - four times.  My poor pussy was so sore I
could barely stand, but I loved every second of it.

Dad said he was sorry my dick got cut.  I was born in the military hospital
at Camp LeJeune in North Carolina and they did it without even asking.  Oh
well.  He let me play with his foreskin for hours on end after that,
learning the feel and taste of it.  It tasted different depending on when
in the day I had it in my mouth and I loved all of the varied flavors I got
to sample that way.

It was about 3 weeks after my first breeding when I finally worked up the
courage to ask my dad to take me to get my eyebrow pierced.  I had wanted a
piercing like that for a long time, I thought it would look sexy as hell on
me.

Once I'd gotten the words out, curled into my dad's sweaty armpit after a
marathon 2 hour fuck session where he pumped another 3 loads into my
twitching cunt, he gave me this deep, appraising kind of look.

Dad ran his fingers through my thick shoulder-length black hair and down my
cheek before he grabbed my chin and pointed my face up toward him.  His
thick forefinger grazed along my left eyebrow and I felt tingle all the way
down my spine.

"I'll tell you what, baby-boy," he started, "I'll get your eyebrow pierced
but you gotta do two things for me in return."

I looked into my dad's deep hazel eyes, so many colors there I had never
noticed before he started fucking me.  His expression was stern, the set of
his own thick brown eyebrows inscrutable, his thin lips drawn into a frown
that said he meant what he said, this thick, muscular neck easily holding
his head up so he could peer down at me, nuzzled into the warm, dank musk
of his hairy armpit.  I ran my fingers through his cropped chest hair and
across the hard planes of muscle spread over his broad chest, down across
the rippling muscles of his abdomen.  I put my hand back up on his
shoulder, tracing the muscles and the ink of his multiple tattoos down his
left arm, my fingers tracing the inscription around his biceps that read
"USMC" in script and the scattered stars on his forearm with the phrase
"Let men be judged by the quality of their deeds" wrapped from his elbow to
his wrist, my name in script across the inside of his left wrist, his wide,
 thick-fingered hand where he still wore the wedding band my dead mother
had placed there.

I looked into his fathomless eyes and said "Anything , daddy, anything at
all."

He smiled then.  "Ok, baby boy, here's the deal.  First, if I get your
eyebrow pierced we're also getting both your nipples pierced at the same
time."  He could tell I was shocked by the suggestion.  "I want something
more to play with." he said simply and tweaked my right nipple between his
thick thumb and first finger of his left hand, the wedding band flashing in
the weak evening light.  I sucked air in through clenched teeth when he did
that, my heart speeding up and my pussy twitching with the
thrill. "Secondly I want to get you a tattoo.  Something to mark my baby
boy, so every man who ever breeds your sweet, sweet pussy will know you're
mine."

This was more than I had bargained for, more than I thought he'd ever go
for.  Of course I said "YES!"

Two days later, on a Friday afternoon dad and I went into the tattoo place
that had done his last tattoo, a dark green and black snake wrapped around
his right arm from shoulder to wrist with a banner reading "Semper Fidelis"
flowing back from its barred fangs.  Dad had picked me up from school
early, wearing his cammos, fresh from the Base, his shaved nearly-bald head
gleaming under the florescent lights in the school office.  The secretary
was flirting her ass off with him when I came in and he was just nodding
and smiling being as charming as I know he can be.

"Ready, Sport?" he asked jovially, gripping my shoulder and making my knees
weak with desire.  I would have fallen to my knees before him then and
there if he'd let me.

"You bet, dad," I replied instead and we went out to the jeep.

We stopped off at home long enough for him to change his clothes and he
took me down to the tattoo shop.  The place was trashy, a basement shop
with 4 closed in rooms from which the noises of buzzing tattoo needles and
occasional grunts of discomfort could be heard.

Dad spoke briefly and quietly with the lanky dude behind the counter when
we came in..  The guy was about as tall as my dad, but not quite reaching
the six foot four mark like dad did.  He had a thick metal nose ring
through his septum so it laid across his thin upper lip, a blonde soul
patch and a Mohawk died dark blue.  He also had his eyebrow pierced, the
right one, and had sleeves of tattoos up both arms and disappearing into
the tight tank top he wore over slim-cut skin tight low-rise jeans.  He
wore a giant belt buckle which pushed down to accentuate the bulge in his
jeans.

I couldn't help comparing him to my dad.  Where as dad was a hulking mass
of tight muscle the tattooist was slim, not scrawny by any stretch, but no
where near as bulked up as dad.  He had dark eyes, almost black that made
him look kind of spaced out.

The guy grinned at me as he came out from behind the counter and escorted
us down the hall, almost formally, and into a small room.  In one corner
was a dentist's chair with the tattoo apparatus next to it..  Along one
wall was the piercing materials.  The guy and my dad talked for a few
moments about what exactly was to be done and how, the guy nodding and
glancing at me repeatedly as dad spoke to him.  Occasionally the guy would
adjust his crotch.

"Ok, Sport," dad said.  "This is Sam.  He's agreed to do the work we want
in return for some special payment.  All you gotta do is get naked and
climb on the chair, face down."

While dad was talking Sam had laid the dentist chair back as flat as it
would go..  I stripped off as dad instructed and climbed up onto the chair.
I heard Sam take a deep, steadying breath.

"You weren't kiddin, buddy, that sure is a sight to behold," he breathed to
my dad.  I rested my chin on my folded arms and could practically hear the
guy looking at my dad.  "You sure about this?" he asked.

"Oh yeah," dad said, "just like we discussed, terms and conditions apply."
He chuckled a little.

"Fair enough," Sam said.  I heard him setting up the machine then felt the
water-based marker tracing out a pattern, starting at the center of my back
right at the top of my ass crack and scrolling across my right cheek to the
hip on that side, then down my thigh.  The pain when he started was
intense, particularly where the skin was stretched tighter across the bone
but dad stood next to my head and petted my hair, whispering sweet things
to me as Sam worked.

It took about 2 hours for the tattooist to finish his work on my back and
ass.  When he was done Dad had me stand and look over my right shoulder at
the finished product in the full-length mirror on the back of the door.
Sam had etched a dark green and black snake across me, just like the one on
my dad's arm.  The banner this snake clasped in its jaws read "Daddy's
Boy".

While I was admiring Sam's work they re-set the chair and I heard dad climb
into it.  I turned around to look at him, tears standing in my eyes that he
would mark me the same way he was marked himself.

Dad was sitting in the chair, his shorts around his ankles, his fat nine
inch cock throbbing at full attention.  He was massaging some thick cream
onto it.  Sam was staring wide-eyed at the impressive lance my dad carried
with him everywhere.

"You weren't kidding about that either, buddy!  Damn!" he exclaimed
breathlessly.

"Ok, Cody, here's where we start paying.  Climb up, facing Sam so he can
pierce you."

I straddled my dad's lap and felt his thick blunt head press against my
well-used pussy lips.  I eased my weight down on him and dad ran his hand
over my fresh tattoo, massaging some of the same cream he was fucking me
with into the raw skin.  Sam was open mouthed in awe, but came forward with
the piercing implements in hand.

"Sit real still, kid," he said.  "I'm gonna do your eyebrow first."

He deftly clamped my left eyebrow and quickly slipped the 14 gage needle
through it, following that with the closed stainless hoop my dad had chosen
for me.  It stung but didn't really hurt, especially since my dad was
distracting me from the pain with his fat cock buried in my throbbing open
asshole.  Sam next clamped and pierced my left nipple, then the right,
sliding 14 gage bars with large stainless balls on them into each one and
tightening them down hard.  Blood oozed from each of my new piercing,
edging down my face and chest..

Dad slapped my left thigh, opposite the fresh tattoo he had been rubbing
all along.  "Hop up, Sport, I promised Sam he could breed this sweet pussy
of yours."

I did as dad instructed, leaning over the end of the dentist's chair in the
dingy little room, face to face with my dad.  Sam sighed as he freed his
cock and slid it effortlessly into my open cunt.  My dad locked his eyes
onto mine as Sam gripped my hips and proceeded to pummel my ass for all he
was worth.  I looked deep into my dad's eyes as he reached up and tweaked
the sensitive, engorged nubs of my newly pierced tits, barely caressing the
tender flesh with his calloused thumbs.  I gasped in air, steadying myself
with my hands on the arms of the dental chair and dad leaned in and kissed
me, deep and hard, fucking my throat with his tongue as Sam's cock slid
across my prostate and sent me into overdrive.

I felt Sam's fingers spasm on my hips as he got close, the too-long nails
digging into my freshly inked flesh.  He groaned softly and asked in a
husky voice "You really gonna let me jizz his hole, buddy?  Cause its pull
out now or never!"

"Breed him," my dad replied, his deep hazel eyes never leaving my
tear-filled violet ones.

Sam did just that..  I felt his dick stretch and spasm, shooting volley
after volley of his thick pent-up cream into my willing and open hole.  He
gurgled deep in his throat, trying not to make too much noise so we
wouldn't be discovered in this cheap-walled dump.  He ground his pelvis
hard into my open pussy, his wire-rough pubes scratching my smooth ass
cheeks.

When he was finished Sam pulled out quickly.  "I'll get the bill ready," he
said.  "Like we agreed, just the jewelry and ink supplies.  My labor's paid
for."

He made to stuff his dripping cock back into his pants and dad pushed me
forward.  "Give the man a tip, baby boy," he said.  I knew what he meant
and dropped to my knees and sucked the last of his load out of Sam's
softening rod, then slid it down my throat to clean of the spent load and
ass juice.

"Oh, man," Sam moaned.  "That was some kinda wonderful."  He tucked his
cock away and dad smiled at me.

"That's my boy," he said, eyes dancing as he leaned down and planted a soft
kiss on my forehead.  "Get dressed, baby.  Daddy wants to get you home."

I could hardly wait.

****************To Be Continued*******************