Date: Sun, 27 Jul 2008 08:31:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Story Teller <story.teller99@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Boy Cody, Chapter 6

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.

Thanks again for reading.  I hope you enjoy this chapter.
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My Boy Cody, Chapter 6: Farley's Homecoming

A couple hours ago I was sitting in the bar with my buddies Tony and Chet,
dumbfounded at what they had been telling me. Over half an hour they had
been letting me in on some heavy shit, some things that would surely land
them in the stockade at the very least if it got out.

My mind was swirling and my cock was hard - something I had never thought
would happen given the topic of discussion.  Tony and Chet and I had teamed
up with another dude from our company the night before I went to Fallujah
and ran a train-fuck on some chick Jimmy (the kids name was honest-to-God
Jimmy Smits, just like the actor, kinda looked like him too, but shorter
and Native American, not Spanish) had picked up in the bar where we were
getting fucked up trying to forget what where I was going.

Jimmy went first, his dick was smallest, but only because Chet's was so
much fatter than his, they were the same length.  Then it was down to me
and Tony and I got to go last, having a good inch on Tony's monster wang.
There's a reason I picked up the nick-name "Beef" in high school.  The slut
we were taggin' only had one rule: "Don't jizz inside."  We were good boys
and when we had all busted a nut over her we kicked her out of the cheap
motel room we had gotten for the night and fell into a generalized drunken
stupor.  My wife was pissed I stayed out, but what I wanted was a night
with my buddies, not a night of her crying over me.

I left the following night for Iraq having volunteered to take Tony's place
so he wouldn't have to leave his son.  That was eight months ago.

Now here we were again, in a different bar this time, a little quieter, a
little more out of the way with a completely different kind of sexual
escapade as the topic of conversation.  I was wounded on a patrol and was
finally back where I started from, adjusting slowly to my new prosthesis
and coping with the fact my wife left me when she couldn't look at my
mutilated body anymore.  Selfish cunt!

I didn't really know what to think about the situation that Tony and Chet
were describing to me.  I couldn't help but feel like Tony was sacrificing
his son on the altar of my lust and his guilt.  But the dynamic that Chet
brought to the conversation had me convinced by the time I agreed to meet
the kid that the boy was as into it as his dad seemed to be.

So, before I even knew it I found myself sitting in Tony's living room with
the most delicious and soft bundle of horny flesh I had ever held in my
lap, sucking my tongue into his mouth and bringing the animal out in me.
The kid seemed totally unfazed by my fake leg and the fact that he hadn't
even really seen my face.  I was afraid of what he'd do when he got an
eye-full of the mess I was.  He even said "I love you Mr. Farley" as he
nuzzled into my throat, under the left side of my jaw.

My stomach clenched as he reached for the right side of my face and I
grabbed his wrist to keep his fingers away from my scars.  He sat up and
looked for my eyes in the shadow I sat in, tears welling in his beautiful
violet eyes, his deep black hair swept across his forehead, the most
perfect mouth I'd ever seen forming the smallest pout.

"You don't like me, do you, Mr. Farley?" he asked, not petulantly like a
small child but earnestly, like a young woman who defines herself by what
others think of her beauty.

"On the contrary, Cody," I replied, my voice surprising me with the
evenness of the tone I managed.  "I like you very much, you're beautiful
and sweet and I'm aching to be inside you like I've never thought about a
boy before.  I'm afraid you won't like me so well when you can see more of
me is all."

I had said it out loud without even realizing that I was going to, laid out
my fear and desire side by side to a fourteen year old boy who was sitting
naked in my lap and being sexier than any creature I had ever laid eyes on
before.

Without saying a word Cody reached for the lap shade on the table beside
the easy chair we shared.  He tipped it up just enough for the light to
spread up my chest and shine full on my face.  Even muted and soft as the
light was I felt like he had shined a spotlight into my face.

Cody suppressed a gasp and put his right hand to that beautiful mouth.
Then he reached out his left hand, the fingertips touching the tender skin
just below my right eye like a butterfly landing on my face.  Then I
couldn't feel him anymore as he traced the thick band of scar down my right
cheek.  I felt his little finger make contact with my jaw as he reached the
bottom of the "V" on the side of my face and I felt that finger parallel
the scar, on the part I could still feel up toward my right ear.  The look
on his face was inscrutable, tears standing in his eyes but not falling, he
softly placed his right hand on my left shoulder and ran his left fingers
into the bristles of my regulation hair cut.

The next thing this beautiful creature did shocked me more than anything
else that had happened to me in the last eight months: he leaned forward
and gently, tenderly planted little kisses all along the band of my
disfigurement, the reason my wife had left me, the first thing people saw
and shrank away from since I got back stateside.  Small, sweet kisses
following the same path his fingers had traced.  When he reached my neck,
just below my ear he started nibbling on the flesh of my neck, shocking a
gasp out of me.

He leaned back in my lap again, my erection straining against the material
of my denim shorts and pressing hard into his beautifully shaped ass.  He
looked me directly in the eyes and said it again, "I love you Mr. Farley."

"I don't want to hurt you, boy, but I certainly want to fuck you right now
more than I've ever wanted to fuck anyone in my life."  Where the hell did
that come from?  I barely had the time to wonder that before he slipped of
my lap and took my hands, puling me gently forward.

Standing up was still hard for me to do on my own, I had to lean on the boy
more than I'd have liked to, but he willingly let me use him as a prop to
get upright.  He looked up at me standing in front of him, my long, fat
cock painfully trapped in the confines of my shorts, ran his hand across
the tightly stretched material of my tee shirt.

"You're tall," he said.  His head didn't quite reach the level of my arm
pit.

"They had a hard time with the fake leg because of that," I said, "I'm six
feet six inches tall."

He pulled my shirt up as far as he could reach.  "I can't get it myself,"
he complained.

I chuckled and pulled the shirt over my head, losing my tenuous grip on
balance in the process and grabbing hold of his shoulder to steady myself
as I brought my arms back down, the shirt wadded in my left hand.

He smiled up at me and leaned forward, gripping my left nipple in his teeth
and lashing the tip with his tongue.  I squeezed his shoulders and groaned.
I could feel his fingers working the buttons of my shorts against my
eight-pack belly as his tongue started lapping at the swirls of thick hair
across my chest.

He pushed my shorts over my bubble ass and they fell to the floor.  I was
going commando; my fat cock sprang from the confines of the denim material
and slapped Cody between his pierced nipples.  He giggled.

"Sit," he said, "I'll get those out of the way."

I flopped back into the chair and he was at my feet, carefully removing the
shoes from both my biological and prosthetic feet and tossing them away
with my shorts.  He seemed fascinated by the titanium limb that completed
my right leg, but when he touched me he started at the knees on both.

Cody fan his thumbs up the inside of my thighs and up underneath my huge
nut sack.  He leaned forward and sniffed my crotch, then lapped at the
wide, blunt head of my throbbing cock.  He looked up into my eyes again.

"You're bigger than my dad," he said bluntly.  I couldn't help but chuckle
at him.

"It's about ten and a half inches, little man.  Think you can take it?"

"Of course I can!" Cody said, almost defiantly and sucked the head of my
dick between his sweet, full lips.  I leaned against the backrest of the
chair and groaned, enjoying the boy's efforts to try to get more of my cock
into his throat.

I was shocked how much of my cock the boy got into his throat, about eight
inches worth of it.  He was making me feel things I had only been dreaming
of since the gang fuck the night before I left.

Pulling him up off my cock I looked Cody in the eyes and said "I gotta get
into your hole, boy!"

I slid forward onto my knees on the floor, pushing Cody ahead of me and
onto his back as I went.  Automatically he lifted his legs and spread
himself open, reaching down to guide the blunt head of my cock to his
cum-chute.

Looking deeply into my eyes he licked his lips and this beautiful creature
said the most wonderful words I'd ever heard, "Take what you need,
Mr. Farley."

I pressed my weight down on him, my cock head bursting through the ring of
muscle at his back door.  He sucked a deep breath between his teeth and I
paused, but he grabbed my hips and pulled me into him, his nails digging
into the flesh of my hips as he urged me into him.  Before I knew it I was
balls-deep in him with nothing but his spit on my cock to slick the way.
He saw the shock on my face that he had taken me so easily.

"Chet pumped a nut in just before we came down to make it easier for you,"
he grinned at me.

"You whore!" I chuckled at him and ground my pubes into his sweet, smooth
ass-flesh.  "You just live for a hard cock in you, don't you, slut-boy?"

"God, yes!" he hissed, head thrashing on the floor under the assault of my
cock on his sweet, clutching ass hole.  "Fuck me, Mr. Farley!"

Fuck him I did, deep and hard and long I pumped that slut hole open for all
I was worth, fucking straight through my first assisted orgasm in eight
months and into my second without stopping, a growl I didn't know I was
capable of erupting from my throat as I shot my seed deeper into this
willing boy's cum hole than any man had ever reached - even his dad.

When I shot my first nut in him I thought Cody would explode with the
volume of semen I pumped into him.  He set his nails in my chest hair and
screamed like a banshee as I totally lost control, pounding him with no
mercy, incapable of words or thought, totally governed by the sensations in
my throbbing cock.  When I kept thrusting the boy just whimpered into my
dank arm pit, running his hands down my flank, my knees planted on the
carpeted floor, his legs wrapped around my waste, pulling me into him as
completely as he could.

As I soared toward the second nut of the night the boy grabbed my face and
pulled me down to him, devouring my mouth and my tongue with more passion
than any woman I had ever bedded, begging me for more of my cum in his hole
with his eyes and his eager, sucking holes.

Once again as the tide overcame me I was not in control of my body or my
thoughts or my voice, I howled with my delight as I slammed open the door
to Cody's deepest treasure trove and deposited my grade-A Marine sperm in
him.

After the second nut, I rested against the boy, keeping my weight off his
slight frame with my elbows and knees.  I could feel him clenching his ass
muscles around my still-hard club of cock.  He nuzzled his face into my
sweaty armpit, then stuck out his tongue and licked the sweat off my brow.

Are you tired?" he asked coyly.

I pulled him up tight to me, leaned back on my haunches and flipped him
over without taking my cock out of his now-dripping hole.  I was surprised
how easily I accomplished this maneuver, given the prosthetic, but he was
light and I was on a high I never thought I`d reach again.

Pushing Cody flat on his stomach on the floor I laid my weight on top of
him and ground my cock deeper still into his gripping jizz collector.  I
could get better penetration from this angle and I felt Cody lift his hips
off the floor, pushing hard into my groin.

"You are a little cumwhore, aren't you?" I growled into his ear.  "Who
would have thought your dad would have made a fag that liked getting fucked
as much as you do!  Can't get enough real man-meat in your gash, huh, whore
boy?"  He was whimpering at the dirty talk, gyrating his hips into me
harder than ever.

"Just give it to me - take what you need!" he groaned into the floor.

I started to plow him then like I hadn't ever fucked a hole before, totally
disregarding him as a person, as a boy and focusing on the hole he
presented to me, the sweet fuck-slot he wanted me to make him.  He grunted
softly each time I hit bottom but he didn't complain, even though somewhere
in the back of my mind I knew I had to be hurting him I had stopped caring.
Lust drove me to new depths in him and soon he was mewling constantly into
the carpeted floor.  I picked up the pace, a freight train running full
tilt to the abyss.

I pounded my third load of the night into him like an untamed beast,
totally unhinged and completely without mercy, his hole making sloppy wet
sounds from the amount of cum I had pumped into him on Chet's thick load.
My nuts were slamming hard into his thrust-up ass cheeks, the boy had kept
his ass up off the floor where I could get in to the deepest possible part
of him throughout my latest onslaught.

When I finished the third time I slid out of the boy, kneeling behind him -
again marveling at how easy it was to sit back on my "heels" - the cold
titanium against my right ass cheek.  I looked at his ravaged hole, gaping
open and red, the froth of jizz sliming the soft smooth flesh around Cody's
cum dump.

The boy didn't move when his dad came in from the kitchen wearing nothing
but boxer briefs and carrying a beer for me.  He handed the cold drink over
to me with a smile.

"Enjoy yourself?" he asked.

"Oh yes," I answered.  "He was everything you said and more."

"Cody," Tony said to the still-prone boy on the floor, "You need to clean
up your mess for Mr. Farley."  He nudged his son with his bare toe.

Cody stirred weakly, looking up as his dad and grinning.  "Yes, dad," he
said and crawled over to where I was crouched, nuzzling my slimy cock and
balls and starting to suck the deposited good off of me.

"What do you think, baby?" Tony asked, his eyes shining as he watched his
boy work on my package.

"I love Mr. Farley, dad," the boy muttered into my sweaty, spunked up
crotch as he sucked the froth of jizz from the hairs on my big nuts.  I
laughed, another thing I thought I'd never do again.

"You should call me `Beef' if you love me so much," I chuckled to the dark
haired beauty still servicing me, astonishingly arousing me again.  Tony
noticed my once-again burgeoning erection.

"You mind if I get one in before you go for another round, Beef?" he asked.
"I've got blue balls like there's no tomorrow listening to the two of you."

"He's your son, Tony," I replied, "but I think he might be done!"

Cody seemed to take this as a challenge.  "I can take more, dad!"  He had
barely taken his lips from my gooey pubes to say it.

Tony chucked and hooked his boxer briefs under his balls as he knelt behind
the boy.  "You just keep doing what you're doing, son, I'll drive this
fuck," he said.

Cody swallowed the once-again swollen head of my cock as his dad slid his
nine solid inches of throbbing Marine meat into the sweat, busted open fuck
hole that was his son's asshole.  The boys tongue was doing laps around my
corona and I would have busted a nut again if I hadn't already cum three
times that night.

"Oh, baby boy you feel so good to daddy full of Beef's jizz!" Tony
exclaimed as he hit bottom in the boy's sweet clutching hole.  He pounded
the hole furiously, just as I had done, his eyes glazed over, pushing more
of my cock into the boy's throat.

Before I knew it Cody's nose was buried in my wet pubes again, only this
time my cock was down his throat.  I was totally amazed, no one had ever
deep throated my cock before.  Now this boy, getting plugged up the ass by
his dad had me to the root in his gullet.  Spit was drooling out of his
fuck hole and I could see more of my cum frothing up on his dad's cock as
he tore into the boy's tender ass-flesh.

Surprisingly the new sensation and the sight of this hot Marine fucker
plowing his big, fat cock into this sweet, beautiful boy were pushing me
back to the edge again.  Almost unconsciously I gripped Cody's hair and
started fucking his throat, much as I had brutalized his asshole.  His dad
was making inarticulate sounds, punctuated with groans and moaned comments
like "Take it baby!"

I knew both Tony and I were reaching the point of no return quickly.  He
roared as he pumped hard into the clinging hole wrapped around his
thrusting cock and started emptying his balls into the deep cum receptacle
that Cody's ass had become.  That did it for me and I ground my crank into
the boy's throat, feeding him my fourth load of the night straight into his
stomach.

Tony and I both pulled out of Cody's holes, the boy flopped on the floor
between us.  He licked the head of my cock and then weakly crawled around
to suckle his dad's still raging shaft.

"Dad," Cody said, his voice rough with my recent pillaging of his throat,
"Can Beef stay with us?"

Tony chuckled and looked at me.  "Well, big guy," he said, "You do need a
place to stay."

I dropped my weight onto the floor on my left hip, stretching my right leg
out and pulled the sweating, fucked up boy into my lap.  He looked into my
eyes with his rich, violet gaze and licked his swollen lips.  I pulled him
close to me and planted a kiss on those sweet, pretty lips.

"You really want me, Cody?" I asked.

"Oh, yes," he said huskily.

"Then I will stay," I said.  This was going to get interesting.
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There's much more to come, gents.  Don't forget, Cody's 15th birthday is
coming up and we haven't met all the players yet :)

Let me know what you think.

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