Date: Tue, 29 Jul 2008 16:06:16 -0700 (PDT) From: Story Teller Subject: My Boy Cody, Chapter 7 I'd like to see this in the gay male incest section added to the "My Boy Cody" story already approved and on line.  There will be more chapters to follow. 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 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.  Story.Teller99@yahoo.com My Boy Cody, Chapter 7: Taking on the Twins I thought I would go crazy, dammit! First I overslept because of the righteous fucking I got from dad and Beef the night before, so I missed my morning fuck with our neighbor and dad had to drive me to school because I missed the fucking bus. He wouldn't let me suck his cock on the drive because he was in his dress uniform for some special broo-ha-ha going on onboard the Base. Then the principal asked Mr. Blakeworth for a meeting during his planning time so he didn't fuck me in the book closet, and Coach Wiz had a melt down on one of the other players during soccer practice this afternoon - I could still hear him bellowing at the poor goalie as I walked across the parking lot. I hadn't gone so long without a man's cum in me since dad popped my cherry! I was ready to climb the goddamn walls! I cut across the parking lot figuring I would cut through the park behind school and walk home, it wasn't really that far. Sitting in the shade at the back of the lot was the 1978 Mustang I recognized as belonging to the Kamuran twins. Melik and Nail were nineteen, big and hairy like typical Turks. Their dad ran the used car dealership in town and they loved that car. They had been in high school on the five-year plan and were real hell-raisers. I figured they must be in detention - again. I was wrong. Just as I drew even with the rear bumper both of the car's doors sprang open and the twins unfolded themselves from the deep bucket seats. The were (well, still are) tall, about six feet two inches I'd say and built beautifully, identical gods carved from bronze marble in vascular, muscled relief covered with black hair all over. Whichever one was driving had on knee-length denim shorts, a wife-beater and flip flops. His brother was wearing low-slung slouching jeans with about four inches of boxers showing at the top and an open button-down Hawaiian shirt, showing off his hairy, muscular chest. They grinned their identical gleaming white smiles at me. The driver said, "Hello there, faggot." I was used to being teased for being gay and not caring who knew about it. This was a little scary, though, in the otherwise empty parking lot with these two toughs, as sexy as they were. I found myself both frightened out of my mind and turned on at the same time. "I don't want trouble, guys, really," I said, licking my lips involuntarily. "We don't want trouble either," the passenger said, "Just sayin' a friendly hello to the homo." He chuckled a little at his own weak joke. "Well - hi, then," I said as I started back on my way. They laughed merrily behind me as I walked onto the path into the park. I heard their car's doors slam and relaxed a bit. I was just clearing the woods on the other side of the path, the playground of the park, deserted off to the right, the bathroom shack along the path to the left when I became aware of them following me. "So, you really a cock sucker, Cody?" The brother in shorts asked me, slinging his arm around my shoulders and pulling me tight into his dank armpit. "You know how accurate our source was, brother," said his twin, falling into step beside us as the twin in shorts steered us toward the dingy men's room. "Yes, brother," he replied, "but I wanna hear the fag say it for himself. So whatcha say, gay boy, you like sucking cock?" I was now terrified, totally and completely without an escape. This calling each other "brother" was one of the ways Nail and Melik kept people off balance, you never knew who you were talking to or which was speaking to you. I dumbly nodded my head, once again unconsciously licking my lips. They both chuckled, a deep rumbling from the two deep chests on either side of me as they pressed me into the men's room. "Bet you like cock in your ass too, faggot," one of them said as they pushed me into the stinking dark shack. I slid on the slimy, piss coated floor as I was shoved into the twilight stench, my sneakers squealing on the tiles. The twins laughed as I pin wheeled my arms to maintain my balance. I dropped my book bag and it slid across the puddle-strewn floor and I hit the partition beside the urinals. The brother in the slouching pants flipped out his mobile phone and punched a button. "Hey, it's Nail... Yeah, we got him here, in the park... No, no trouble at all... I'm sure he'll take good care of us... Yeah, we're lookin' forward to it too... Lemme go get my dick in this slut's holes... Cheers." He flipped the phone closed. "God I love that guy," he laughed. At least now I knew which was which. "Ya know, brother," Melik said, "I think the slut's a little over dressed, don't you?" "You'll be stripping now, faggot," Nail said by way of reply. I stared at them wide-eyed. We were in a public men's room, anyone could come along at any time, and they wanted me to get naked. Melik slapped me hard, backhand across my face. "Get naked, cunt!" he yelled into my face. I quickly shucked my hip-hugger jeans and tee shirt, pushing off my sneakers as I did so. I stood there naked and trembling trying desperately to hide the fact that I was excited by the whole situation and wondering who the twins had called to report themselves to. Nail's thick, uncut cock was jutting from his fly when he stepped forward next. It was easily 8 inches long and thick, the rubbery foreskin puckered over the tip of his hard shaft. I could smell the musk of him as he approached and instinctively fell to my knees on the sopping floor. The twins both laughed. "Bitch needs your crank, brother," Melik said, I could see him fishing his own erection out of his pants from the corner of my eye. "Clean my fuck-stick, faggot," Nail ordered me roughly, grabbing my hair and pulling so that I gasped, my mouth opening involuntarily to receive the invading cock. It was dirty. I could taste piss on it and when my lips skinned back the overhanging skin the tang of smegma hit my tongue. I greedily sucked the funk from the nasty, rank cock like my life depended on it. Nail soon tired of my ministrations on the head of his cock and shoved the whole thing down my throat, growling deep in his throat as he did so. Melik strode in behind me and pulled me up by the hips while Nail pushed his cock down my throat. With no preamble, no prep he shoved his cock dry into my hole, balls deep, laughing heartily while he did so. I screamed the best I could around the cock plugging my throat. Wordlessly the brothers picked up a fucking rhythm that had one identical cock slamming into each end of me at all times, Nail's balls slapping loudly against my chin as Melik's resoundingly rapped against my ass, brutally fucking open my hole. All I could think was what a good thing it was that dad and Beef were both so well hung so I could easily open up to accommodate the dry fuck. "I'm going to cum, brother," Melik announced as he hammered harder yet on my blasted open hole. "I'm with you, brother," Nail replied, I could feel his balls pulling up tight against my chin. I braced myself against Nail's hips, the thick leather of his belt acting as a superb handle for me as the twins plowed on to their identical orgasms. Fingers dug into my scalp and hips as they thrust against each other into my guts, as if they were trying to touch their cock tips together at my navel. Animal howls accompanied the frenzied pounding against my pale, smooth skin as the Turks unloaded their bloated nuts into my straining holes. I was coughing and gagging on Nail's load when Melik pulled out of my ass and roughly spun me around, grabbing me by the hair and shoving his slimed cock down my ravaged throat. Without missing a beat Nail slammed his still-hard rod up my bruised asshole. They reamed themselves back into a fever and within a few strokes they were unloading a second load into my quivering flesh, their gutteral noises punctuated by my own gurgling attempts to breathe. They pulled their cocks out of me again and stepped back, standing over me with arms crossed over their identical muscled chests. Grinning from ear to ear down at me they chuckled to each other again, shining uncut cocks still hanging from their open flies. "A most satisfying experience, eh, brother?" said Nails. "Most satisfying indeed, brother," replied Melik. "I'll be looking forward to a repeat performance." Just then the door screeched open. My dad, my gorgeous father, love of my life, my protector came into the dingy toilet. He stopped short just inside the door and surveyed the scene, a slow grin spreading across his face. "I trust the boy treated you gentlemen well?" he asked congenially. "Very well," the twins chorused. I was amazed, staring wide-eyed and mouth agape from the two hairy teens who had just raped my holes and my dad. He was the one Nail had called to tell they had me! Dad set me up! "Now, fellows, if you will leave me with my son," he said in a low voice. The twins grinned at each other and tucked their cocks into their pants as they ambled out. "See ya `round, faggot," one of them shot over his shoulder as they went out the door. Dad stood over me as I sat on the floor in the puddles of filthy water, staring at him in utter disbelief, tears welling up in my eyes. He was in civilian clothes, jogging shorts and a sleeveless shirt, running shoes with no socks. He crossed his arms across his chest and looked down at me, his expression impossible to read. I almost broke then. "Dad," I sobbed "Why? I don't understand!" He said nothing but stepped closer to me, his hazel eyes gleaming in the dim light of the rank men's room. I couldn't help but notice his swinging cock in the thin fabric of dad's running shorts. He crouched down next to me, I couldn't help myself, my eyes followed his bulging basket as it drew closer to my face. He noticed. "You, baby boy" he started "are a cum-slut. My cum-slut. You will take the loads of any man who sees fit to dump his seed in you. Period. Did you not enjoy it? I know you did, your boy dick is hard as a rock still. I will make sure you get all the jizz you could possibly want. You, in turn will take every cock that cums your way. Do you understand, Sport?" I was dumbfounded again. Mutely I nodded to dad, unable to speak. "Get dressed, baby. I've got another surprise for you." I did as dad instructed. Soon I was following my beautiful dad across the open yard, circling the still-empty playground. He was making for a jogging path that led out into the woods on the other side, parallel to the back side of the football field at my school. I followed dad, dazed by his masculinity, as his powerful legs propelled him up the path.. He took a fork off toward the left, away from the school and deeper into the woods, toward the main drag into the downtown area. Several hundred yards along dad broke from the main path he had been following and into the woods off to the left again. I followed him still, confused, but intrigued by what he could possibly want to show me here. Soon we came upon what was obviously a flop area for the homeless. Three men were sitting around a small cleared area strewn with empty cans and liquor bottles, various articles of clothing hanging from the branches of the small trees around the periphery. The men looked up from their muttered conversation and the one in the center's face split open in a huge, gap-toothed grin. "Here's the man!" he roared to his buddies. Dad strode forward to the bum in the clearing, his hand extended. "Jack, how are you?" he asked jovially, all charm and smiles. "Rarin' t'go, Tony! We all are. This the boy?" he asked, leering in my direction. "That's him, my boy Cody," he said. Turning to me dad said, "Ok, Sport, strip. These men are going to fuck you." "Um, Tony, I hate to be rude and all, but this is a business proposition, you know and the boys want to make sure, you know, of the terms," the bum called Jack said. I stared on disbelievingly as dad grinned his huge, shit-eating grin and reached into his sock, coming out with three hundred dollar bills. "One a piece, as agreed," he said, handing over the cash. Each man snatched up his take and stuffed it into a pocket. "Now, boy, you're supposed to be naked!" I quickly stripped off my clothes and stepped forward into the center of the clearing. Dad stepped back to the side and said, "Gentlemen, enjoy."