Date: Fri, 30 May 2008 11:01:25 -0700 (PDT) From: Story Teller Subject: My Boy Cody (Chapter 3) 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. Story.Teller99@yahoo.com My Boy Cody Chapter Three: Dad's Best Friend "Damn, Tony, don't you ever feed this boy?" My buddy Chet is from Tennessee, so that particular exclamation really came out as "Day-um, Ton-ay, doanchewevah feed dis boh-ah?" His inflection and obvious pleasure combined with his drawl made me smile. Chet sat on the floor in my living room. He was naked, his long legs spread wide in front of him, the thick blond hairs on them catching the light. He was leaning against the couch with a few pillows behind his back and his arms spread wide across the seat, stretching his broad chest muscles out flat. His barely-regulation white-blond hair was spiked up stiff and glimmering with whatever he used to keep it that way. Chet is one of those blonds who tans so well you'd think he was Mexican except for his hair and brilliant green eyes. His arms, legs and crotch share the same covering of soft hair, but he is otherwise smooth and brown "as a berry" like my gramma would have said. My son was hunkered down between Chet's outstretched legs, slurping on Chet's hard column of cock. Chet's dick isn't as big as mine, only about eight inches or so, but it's thick and he leaks pre-cum like a faucet, something my boy loves. Cody had his knees pulled up to his chest so his knee caps were tapping his pierced tits with every downward stroke he made on Chet's wang, something I know he loves. His position also pulled Cody's sweet pussy open, his tight hole begging to be fucked. "You haven't seen anything yet, my friend," I replied. "That boy won't stop till you nut three times at least. Then he'll beg you to fuck him some more." I stepped over Cody and bent down to tousle his thick black hair on my way to the kitchen for beers. "Can't get enough cum now, can you baby?" I asked him. His only response was to moan around Chet's throbbing boner. "Yer a lucky man, Tony," Chet groaned, his head lolling back on the couch. My name came out "Ton-ay", as usual. I returned with the beers as Chet pulled Cody's sucking mouth off his prong. Cody looked hurt, his thick red lips pouting out as Chet ran his right thumb across them. The boy was right, the stainless steel ring in his thick left eyebrow really accentuated his sexy aquiline features. His violet eyes were gleaming as Chet smiled at my boy, a smile he couldn't help but return. "Ya wanna ride, little man?" Chet asked him, his bright green eyes dancing with anticipation. Cody's grin nearly split his head in half and he looked over at me standing in the doorway, a beer in each hand. "Can I, dad? Please?" he asked, his eyes imploring me. How could I say "no" when he asked so nicely? "'Course, Sport." Cody bounded across the room and planted a big, wet kiss on my mouth. "You're the best, dad!" he cried as he shot back over to Chet, his smooth, pale skin a sharp contrast to my buddy's deep tan. "My dad is so cool!" he gushed, sliding his hand up and down the length of Chet's throbbing boner. "Yeah he is, buddy-boy," Chet rejoined. Chet grinned at me over Cody's shoulder and winked. "Then again, I've known that for a long time." ("Ah've known they-at for a long tahm.") "Beer before or after, Chet?" I asked as Chet pushed my boy's head back down to his obviously aching member. He held out his hand. "B'fore," he said to me, "Suck it some more, buddy-boy, get it good and wet. I might be shorter than your old man but my dick's fatter," he said to Cody. I handed Chet his bottle of Coors and stepped over my son again. He was busily nursing on Chet's cock as I took a seat in my recliner and kicked out the foot rest to watch the football game. I was distracted from the game by Chet's moans and Cody's slurping, but it was a distraction I certainly didn't mind. Chet sipped his beer and watched the game some as Cody licked his balls and tried in vain to get his fat cock in his throat. Soon Chet set his beer aside. He cupped Cody's chin in his right hand and said "Alright champ, I want some pussy now." Cody crawled forward and straddled Chet's thick thighs, the spear-shaped head of Chet's cut cock poking at his sweet little rosebud. I hadn't fucked Cody yet today, I wanted his hole at its silky tightest for my buddy when he came over for the game. It had been a long weekend and I had fucked Cody about 30 times since he got home from school Friday. He was willing to wait though, my boy the cumslut - especially when I told him that Chet was coming over. Chet leaned forward and rasped his tongue across Cody's pierced left tit, his fingers digging into the tattoo, my mark, that curled onto his right hip.. Cody groaned deep in his throat and arched his back, his boyhole lined up perfectly with Chet's streaming cock head. Chet slipped his muscular arms under Cody's pits and grasped both his shoulders in his big brown hands and pulled my boy steadily down onto his cock, impaling him fully on the shaft. I watched in awe as my little man's rosebud stretched open around the base of my bud's naked cock invading his sweet hole. I realized suddenly that Chet's shaft was as big around as the beer bottle sitting forgotten on the floor beside him. They made very little noise, my best friend and my son, as they fucked. Chet pulled the boy tight against his chest and Cody folded himself into the man, whimpering as Chet began to rotate his hips, sliding his fat meat back and forth in the silken folds of that perfect cunt I love so well. I saw Chet start to kiss and nip at Cody's long, pale neck, causing the boy to throw his head back, his long black hair flying. Cody started really riding the cock then, reaming himself hard, his thigh muscles working overtime to bring as much pleasure as he could to the man in his hole. My cock was rock hard in my shorts as I watched. The only thing I regretted was that I couldn't see Chet's balls from my seat, he has big, pendulous balls covered in a dusting white blond hairs. As if he heard me thinking about them, Chet leaned forward, toppling Cody onto his back and pulling his legs out from under the boy. He deftly folded my son in half and planted his feet spread wide on the floor so that Cody's ass was in the air, the weight of his own body and the man fucking him supported on his shoulders. He gasped as the new position allowed Chet to get in deeper and I was treated to the sight of Chet's fat hog slicing open Cody's pussy, the lips pulled out and pushed in with each deep-dicking stroke and Chet's big, beautiful balls, bloated with thick jizz slapping against the smooth white flesh of my boy's spread open ass. I sipped my beer as I watched, hearing Cody grunt on each down-stroke, seeing Chet's tight, tanned ass flex with the strength of his thrusts. As he neared his orgasm Chet started talking. His Tennessee mountain accent deepening with his unleashed lust. "You want my babies in you, boy? You want my Marine Corps spooge? I'm a'gonna shoot it so deep in your hot little pussy you'll taste it, baby! Gonna pump a gallon of man-juice in you, make you my bitch." Cody moaned. I knew he was turning into a total cumslut, I knew he wanted to a used, but this was the first time it had been said like that, the first time he got to hear a man claim his pussy. "You like that, huh, cum-dump? You like knowing you'll have me in you for the rest of your life, always and forever deep in you, part of your soul. My jizz is gonna fill you up, slut and you want every fuckin drop, doncha?" "Oh got, oh please, please breed my pussy!" Cody moaned, his head thrashing back and forth. Chet's nuts were climbing in his sack and I knew he'd be filling my boy soon. "God! Please, gimme your load!" "You got it, cunt!" Chet exclaimed and then rammed his cock in to the balls in a furious lunge that forced a cry out of Cody. An animal growl of release erupted from Chet's clenched throat as all his muscles tightened up and he forced Cody into a tighter ball, his face millimeters from the boy's, both red and beaded with sweat, Cody's bright violet eyes wide with the combination of pain and ecstasy he was feeling, Chet's eyes clenched shut tight, the cords on his neck standing out like bas relief. I watched the knob of Chet's prostate throb at the base of his balls as he dumped a huge load into the boy, his hips jerking spasmodically as he unloaded every drop of cream into the battered open and wanting hole. I thought my own cock would explode just seeing this, but I didn't touch it. I was determined that I would never jack off again, now that Cody had discovered what he was. Since my boy was a cum-craving bottom slut, I was all about feeding his need. I could wait my turn and breed Cody while Chet recovered. Eventually Chet pulled his fat cock, only slightly softer out of Cody's now-gaping hole, allowing my boy`s shapely legs to unfold. He wiped his forehead on his arm and sidled up the boy's chest, flopping his spent cock into my son's panting mouth. Greedily Cody lapped up the juices they had made together from Chet's cock. I sat there for a moment staring at the sweet pussy my boy had for me. A little pearl of Chet's cum formed on the lips and oozed slowly down the slit. Funny, I though, how that hole started off so round and ended up a slot after a good hard reaming. Chet was just getting up, looking around for his beer when I slipped onto the floor between Cody's still outstretched legs. Gently I licked at the little dribble of baby batter left over from Chet's breeding. The flavor of my best friend mixed with my son was amazing. I held the cream on my tongue and planted my elbows on each side of Cody's head, smiling my approval to him. "How ya feelin, baby?" I asked him. He grinned hugely and wrapped his arms around my neck. "Like I need my daddy to fuck me," he replied. I leaned forward and kissed him, letting him taste the mixture of juice on my tongue. I reached down with my left hand and pulled the front of my PT shorts down under my balls, my fat nine-inch cock standing up hard, the foreskin pealed back by it's tumescence. I lodged the blunt head into my son's pussy and ran my hand up his left side as I slid easily into him on my buddy's cum load. I scratched the tender, distended flesh of his left nipple with my thumbnail as I passed it and ran my fingers through his sweaty black hair, allowing myself to caress the ring in his eyebrow. I leaned down and as I started the fuck rhythm that I knew would bring the first of many more loads to cum out of my aching testicles. I kissed this boy, the love of my life, deeply - raping his talented throat with my tongue. He moaned into my mouth. Chet was leaning back on the couch watching idly as I took up Cody's favorite deep-penetration stroke. He sipped his beer and fondled his cock, eyes glued to the place where his cum was being frothed up in the tight boy pussy my fat cock was currently impaling. Cody wrapped his legs around my waste and I gently kissed his cheeks, his nose, his hair, his eyelids as I ground every bit of me into him. "I can't wait," Chet said softly, "for that boy's birthday party. It's gonna be a blast." "Yeah," I said, grinning nose-to-nose with my sweet little cockhound. I kissed his lips lightly and quickly. "Fifteen is a big deal, I intend to make it memorable." Cody beamed at me and I knew he was ready for what I had in mind. I shot my load deep inside him as he ran his hands over my shaved-down head. This was going to be a great night.