Date: Wed, 03 Oct 2001 04:22:24 +0800 From: The Jongolier Subject: Cody 3 Here it is, the third installment in my Cody series. Some of you have noticed the similarities between this story and my Parker stories. Well, there's a simple explanation for that. Parker was written for fun, and to test out my erotic writing style. This story, the story of Cody and Brandon, is the real story I've wanted to write for so long. I'm glad so many of you are enjoying it. Again, please email me at jongolier@myself.com and tell me what you think. Email me even if you hate my guts and want me dead. Any feedback is good feedback. Thanks again. If you are offended by male - male sex between consenting minors, do not read any further. Stop also if displaying this story is illegal in your area. This story is a work of fiction. Any relation to persons real or implied is purely coincidence. The author does not advocate the behaviors depicted in the following story, nor does he advocate the breaking of any laws, local, federal, or international. Do not read further if you are under the age of 18. ----------------------------)(--------------------------- That weekend was the greatest single event in my whole adolescent life. Not only that, it was the beginning of a beautiful love affair with my gorgeous cousin, the love of my life. That having been the last night of our weekend, we packed the next morning and got ready to leave for home. While we packed I noticed that Cody was pretty quiet and he kept to himself. "What's the matter, lover boy?" I asked him after zipping up my bag. "Breakfast not agreeing with you?" "No. It was fine. It's just," he relied shyly without finishing. I could tell something was really bothering him. I was afraid that I had gone too far with him and scared him. "What?" I asked, "It's okay. Talk to me, buddy." I sat him down on the bed next to me and held him, testing out my theory. Much to my joy he held me back and nestled his tousled, blonde head into me. I enjoyed the simple contact and waited for his response. "It's just .it's just . now what?" he asked quietly. "What do you mean, kiddo?" I asked. I had an idea of what he meant but he needed to say it. "We just going to go back to being regular cousins again?" he asked. "I mean, we never see each other, at least not all the time. I'm going to miss you." He looked up at me then and I could see real tears welling in his eyes. My heart broke into millions of pieces. I hated to see him cry. The pieces of my heart swelled at the same time. Was it possible that this boy of thirteen felt as strongly for me as I felt for him? It was a dream come true. I decided to take the plunge. I grabbed his head gently on both sides of his face and turned it towards mine. I looked deeply into his azure blue eyes and said, "I love you, Cody, with all my heart. There's no way I'm leaving you all alone. There's no way I'm going to ignore my feelings either." With that he smiled the most wonderful smile and leaned in to kiss me. It was a kiss of love, not passion; possibly our first. We held each other for a moment before I got a great idea to see each other every day. "I've got it," I said with not a little excitement. "We'll just tell your parents that I'm going to be tutoring you after school every day. I'll work it out with them, but how about I pick you up every day after school and we'll work on homework every day?" He smiled back in response and said, "That's a great idea!" "Of course, you'll really have to do your homework, but we'll be together," I said. "I know. But on those days when I don't have any, we can go to the movies or something, right?" "You betcha, buddy." I said. I kissed him lightly and he stood up to continue his packing. He mood had lifted considerably and soon we were loading the car with all our bags. Sean's bag was the usual mess so I ended up repacking it. ---{}--- Our love life progressed much as any other I would imagine. His grades went up as I was really tutoring him most of the time, so his parents were happy. On those rare occasions when he had no homework, we went out on what we called 'secret dates'. We went to the movies a lot and dinner mostly. Sometimes we would go to his house or mine, whichever was empty, and mess around for a while. He seemed to enjoy the sex as much as I did, along with the relationship. It wasn't just sex with us, it was a wholly fulfilling experience. It's trite and a clich‚ but we completed each other. And to our mutual relief, no one had any idea that we had a relationship outside of two cousins who appeared to be very close. To my surprise my own grades went up, as did my performance in football. Maybe it was Cody being at all my games that made me want to excel, but it wasn't long before I was asked to try out for the varsity football team. I was delighted when I was not only picked for the team, but chosen as a first string receiver. Cody and I decided to spend the spring break backpacking to celebrate. We had camped a bunch of times but only car camping in crowded campgrounds. This would be our first backpacking trip together and his first one altogether. We spent the weekend before getting all our gear together and getting the permits to go cross-country. I knew of a great lake that I had never seen anyone at but it required a little bushwhacking to get to, and thus a permit. The permit was no problem, and after some purchases at the local outfitter we were all set. I showed Cody how to pack and what not to bring (he wanted to bring a game boy but I convinced him otherwise by telling him we'd have "other" fun). That week before the trip took forever to pass, but pass it did and soon we were piled in my car, heading towards the mountains near my house. Once we had left civilization behind, Cody took his chance and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. "I love you," he said warmly. He had said it many times before but each time it sent an electric thrill through my body. "I love you too, baby boy," I replied. He smiled, as he always did when I used that pet name. He loved it but I could only use it when we were alone. We were very careful to keep from being discovered. He reached out and took my hand in his, twining our fingers together. We rode in silence, hand in hand, until we had reached the trailhead. It was still early in the afternoon but the sun was already behind the towering peaks above us so it was fairly dark when we got there. We piled out of the car and pulled our respective packs out of the trunk. After three tries and many proud cries of "I can do it myself, Bran!", Cody got his pack squarely on his back. He then proceeded to fall over backwards with a thud. We both laughed at this, his rosy cheeks lighting up with his mirth. I leaned over him, still chuckling, and gave him a kiss. "How's about I take some of that, kiddo?" I asked. His mirth won over his pride and he conceded with another kiss. I helped stand him up and opened the top flap of his pack. I set my own pack back on the ground and transferred the food in his pack into mine. I rummaged around until I found his toilet bag and stuffed that in my pack as well. With his pack now considerably lightened, and mine heavier but still manageable, we slung them back over our shoulders and locked up the car. We immediately began down the trail, Cody following me a short distance behind. The pine trees were lush and green, the smell of pine and tree sap mixing with the wet mossy smell of the underbrush. The sun was still firmly behind the peaks ahead of us but its glow lent the mountain a glowing halo that made the whole place seem ethereal. I turned back to check on Cody, only to find him trudging along happily, humming some song to himself. The light coating of sweat on his body reflected the mountain's halo making him look like some angel. And an angel he was, too. After a mile or so the trail widened considerably and I motioned for Cody to come walk abreast with me. He was soon trudging along next to me with a silly grin on his face. "What's up, kiddo?" I asked him, my own face smiling at the angel next to me. "Well, I've been watching your butt for so long, I'm afraid I'm a little, er, excited," he replied. I looked down at his nylon shorts only to see them tented out in front. "That can't make walking too easy," I said with a laugh. He chuckled a little and reached down and readjusted things, so to say. Just seeing him do that made me need to do the same thing. "I don't know, Bran, you tell me," the little brat said. I smacked him lightly over the head with my hand. "Smart Ass." "Yep!" he replied proudly, his smile broadening. We were both enjoying the experience so much neither one of us wanted it to ever end. After another mile we stopped for a snack break. I made sure he had enough water while he broke out the cheese and gorp. We sat and munched silently under the waving trees. The sun had gone down considerably, and it was getting darker. Regrettably, the shining halo and subsequent glow had left the landscape. Some of the more adventurous night animals were starting to stir. I was glad that our first night's camp was only a mile further. Without wasting too much time, we cleaned up from our break and headed down the trail. The forest was so wondrously beautiful and alive that neither of us spoke; we just hiked along holding hands and enjoyed the landscape around us. It wasn't long before we reached our destination. This was a well-camped spot right off the trail so I was very happy to find it empty. I had been somewhat worried that we would come to find it occupied and would then have to hike another mile to the next good spot. The spot itself had been prepared by the forest service for exactly what we were using it for, a first night's stop. It was near a small creek and in the center of a tall strand of pines. It gave the whole spot a feeling of being in a temple to nature. It also meant that any weather would be blocked mostly by the trees instead of our tent. "We're here," I announced and Cody immediately took his pack off. He was pretty tired, and was soon sitting on a log panting his brains out. "I'm sorry buddy, we should have taken it easier," I said as I sat next to him and put my arm around him. He cuddled into me and sighed. "Don't worry about it, Bran," he said between breaths, "I'm just tired." I wanted to kiss him but we both knew that this was a fairly public spot so we held back our passions as we set up camp. Before it was well and truly dark we had the tent set up, our bags out (and zipped together), and dinner boiling on the stove. We had taken a chance buying the special mummy bags that zip together but luckily no one had made the connection. We chatted, mostly about school, all through dinner. It was a pleasant evening, not too cold but still cold enough to cause Cody's small frame to shiver a little. As it was now quite dark and we didn't expect any more hikers to come along, I pulled Cody around to sit in front of me and I enclosed him in my legs and arms. His shivering immediately stopped and we sat together like that, my rising cock pressing into his back, while the water boiled for the cocoa. We drank our cocoa, made sure the stove was extinguished, and crawled into the tent. Without discussing it, we both stripped down to nothing (the warmest way to sleep in a sleeping bag) and crawled into bed together. We laid together for a while, front to front, enjoying the feeling of our naked bodies pressed together. Unfortunately, we were both too exhausted to do anything more and we soon fell asleep in each other's arms. The next morning, after some liberal kissing and rubbing, we broke camp quickly and were on our way before the sun had risen. It has always been interesting to me that while at home it's a major act of will to get up and dressed for school, but once camping it was nothing special to get up and ready to go before dawn. We hiked another mile up the main trail, me showing Cody how to read a topographical map the whole way, until we reached a hairpin bend in the trail. At the very point of the bend was a small orange and yellow striped ribbon tied about a lower branch of a good- sized bush. I was surprised to see it still there after a year. I had tied that ribbon myself a year before when I blazed the trail we were about to take. It was faded but still recognizable. "What's that?" Cody asked, fingering the tattered ribbon. "I tied it there last year to mark my route. I don't always do it, but this is one trail I wanted to remember," I replied as I set my pack on the ground and motioned for Cody to do so also. We spent the next few minutes securely tying shut every pocket and making sure nothing was on the outside of our packs that could snag on brush. I had shown Cody how to do this the weekend before and he had caught on readily. "Ready?" I asked, re-shouldering my pack. "Yep," he replied doing the same. "Okay, you remember what we talked about?" I asked. He nodded. "You stay five paces behind me, and shout if you lose sight of me, okay?" "Yep. Let's go. I need a swim!" he replied excitedly. I leaned near him, sniffed, and said, "Eww! You're right!". I laughed and dove into the brush before he could smack me. I checked back on him when I could and he seemed to be keeping up well enough. The first quarter mile of the "trail" was tightly woven brambles and bushes. It took something like three hours to get through it all. He did pretty well, though. He had only fallen behind once and twice he got too close and got smacked by bushes that swung back after I went through them. All in all we got out of it with relatively few scratches. The trail widened again after that and we were soon walking side by side, hand in hand, again. Now that we were in a more private location we stole kisses often, usually during breaks. One such break turned into a massive make out session as our hormones took over. We broke it shortly after it started though as we were both anxious to get to the lake. By midday we were rewarded with the sight of the totally isolated lake nestled in the valley of two minor peaks. It was as beautiful as I remembered it. "Yahoo!" Cody cried as we came out of the trees into a glassy knoll that sat just above the lakeshore. He dropped his pack and ran for the cool waters. I chuckled as he stumbled a few times, tripping himself as he tore off items of clothing and threw them over his back. Soon my love was a naked dryad running for the cool water. His tanned butt wiggled suggestively as he ran and gave away his propensity for nude sunbathing. "Well, when in Rome," I said to myself as I dropped my own pack and proceeded to strip. By the time I more sedately waded into the water, Cody was out a fair way, his tanned body floating face up as he let the tension of the walk soak out of him. His little cock was pulled tightly up against his body due to the cold. My own was shrinking away in fear as I dove into the water to swim out by him. I floated on my own back, next to the boy I love, and we lay like that for some time. Soon he was getting cold, as was I, so we headed back towards our stuff. We waded out of the lake and began to collect clothing and pile it on top of the knoll. Without speaking of it, we both mutually decided to forego clothes as we set up camp, this time unpacking, as we had no plans to move from this spot for some days. Soon the tent and our kitchen area were set up and we lay out on the grass enjoying the warmth of the day. It wasn't long before Cody declared, "I've GOT to pee." I chuckled and said, "Me too. Let's go find a good spot." Showing his younger side he leapt up and said, "I bet I can pee farther than you!" He ran off towards a section of the woods a good distance further down the lakeshore. I followed after him, our naked bodies shining in the sun regardless of our mutual tans. I could tell he had been listening when I taught him all about good camping technique as he stopped in a good spot more than 200 feet from the lake and downhill from it, to keep us from contaminating it. As soon as I stood next to him he stood with his feet shoulder width apart and aimed his member away from the lake. Soon a strong stream shot out a good distance. I began to shoot my own stream, just a foot or two further than his. His still small bladder gave out some time before mine but just before he grunted and shot a spurt a few feet farther than mine. I couldn't match it so conceded him the victory. "You win," I said. "Now what?" "You have to be my sex slave," he replied. "I already am, buddy," I said. He smiled at me and beckoned for me to follow him. We trotted back to the camp, the sun and our running drying all vestiges of urine from our pricks, and he sat down on top of the grassy knoll, spread legged. "You have to suck me until I say stop," he said. I gladly obeyed as I kneeled down in front of him and took his cock in my mouth all in one gulp. He hissed and his eyes closed in pleasure. I wasted no time in sliding my mouth up and down his now fully erect penis. He moaned as I pulled off of his hard cock and licked the head and down the shaft. When my tongue encountered his scrotum, still pulled in tight from the cold water, his body relaxed and he fell onto his back with a dull thump. As I took his hard little member back into my mouth, I used my hands to explore the rest of his body. His eyes opened every so slightly and he raised his head to look down at what I was doing to him. My hands sought out every curve, every crevice as I continued to suck him gently. I slowed my pace and cupped my hands under his buttocks. He raised his hips to give me access and soon I was lifting him by his ass onto my hungrily waiting mouth. I kneaded his butt as I sucked, slowly adding pressure and speed. "Stop," he said between moans. I did and set him gently down on the ground again. He sat up and pressed me back onto my own back. He kissed me then, deeply and passionately. His hard little penis was rubbing against my belly as he did so, sending twinges of pleasure up my body and around my groin. He broke the kiss, whispering, "I love you". I smiled at his angelic face as he began to lightly kiss my neck. He worked his way down my chest, spending a considerable amount of time on my nipples, and was soon licking around my crotch. My cock was throbbing, aching for attention. He cupped my balls in his hand and began to slowly suck my cock into his mouth. I never had gotten around to training him on a banana so he was soon bottomed out about half way down. It was then that he amazed me. I felt his young throat swallow and his head began to slowly slide down my cock even further. Just the feeling of his lips that far down my cock began a trembling deep within myself. He pushed harder, repeatedly swallowing, and soon bottomed out for real about two thirds of the way down my cock. I was getting so excited that my balls were pulling in close in preparation for climax. He could feel it and pulled back a bit, taking a gasp of air around my cock. He grabbed the bottom half of my cock with his hand and began to pump slowly, his mouth working the top half and his hand the bottom. As he did this, I pulled his body around so that we were in a sixty-nine position. Sadly, he was still too short for me to suck his cock at the same time. However, his ass was in the perfect position and nice and clean too from his swim. I kneaded his buttocks again; his moan around my cock letting me know that he liked it. Before I became too engrossed in my own pleasure I reached out with my tongue and just touched the pucker of his sphincter. He bucked and my cock dropped out of his mouth. "Oh my God! That's amazing," he gasped, craning his neck to smile at me. I smiled back at him over his ass and said, "Well, if you want more, don't stop." He simply smiled and went back to sucking me down. I began to lick his ass liberally, his pucker slowly relaxing. Before long I judged him ready and stuck the very tip of my tongue inside. He went wild. His hips jerked, but no so much that I pulled out, and he began to deep throat my cock again. It wasn't more than a few seconds before he began to come all over my chest. And I had barely touched his cock! He seemed to have a talent for it. His boy cum shot out in spurts and coated my chest. His ass was constricting on my tongue and his ministrations of my cock were intensifying. It wasn't long before I came myself, shooting my own cum deep into his throat. He swallowed it all, not having much choice since my cock was halfway down his throat anyway. After my own clenching settled down he backed off my now softening cock and just held it in his warm, soft mouth. I pulled my tongue out of his ass and rubbed his own softening cock. It rewarded me with two more spurts and then settled down. "I can't believe you did that, Cody," I said between pants, "where did you learn to deep throat?" "I have a computer you know," he said smugly after releasing my cock. "And if you like that, you'll love what I have in mind for tonight." My cock jumped at the thought. We both stood up shakily and headed for the lake to clean off. That night promised to be truly memorable.