Date: Thu, 5 Jan 2017 06:16:16 +0100 From: therhymer@cheerful.com Subject: Cody the Boy Stud, Chapters 8-9 Cody the Boy Stud, Chapters 8-9 by Rhymer (mast, inc, con, Bb, BB, Fb) ***** This story is 100% fictional, the product of my imagination. It's about a pre-teen boy with a special gift, in an alternate/future reality where the age-of-consent is 10 years old, as it was in our reality before about 1880. He has sex with other boys, his mother, and eventually becomes a professional "boy stud," so incest and older/younger sex is involved. If those things don't appeal to you, then read one of the other 235,000 excellent stories on this archive. PLEASE SUPPORT NIFTY WITH YOUR DONATIONS. It's their sole form of operating expenses, and the site takes up a lot of bandwidth. If you would like to comment on any of my stories, please email me at TheRhymer@cheerful.com. I'll read all your emails, but can't guarantee I'll respond. If you have anything you'd like me to try writing, ask. I'm not a fan of rape, forced sex, bestiality, or abuse, though. Special thanks to reader RAM ROD for the idea for Chapter 9! Now, on with the show! ***** *Interlewd* cam r u home y clive w/u n, hanging with his rents perfect, could u help me w/something pls k When Cameron arrived in his brother's bedroom after the text interchange, he found the horny brat laying naked on the bed with a raging hard-on, hands behind his head. "What the hell? Are you teasing me or something?" he demanded. Cody grinned. "No. Kinda. Well, see, I forgot to set up the splash shield before practice." "And you want me to set it up for you, ya lazy little boy slut?" "Boy stud. No. Mom isn't home, an' I hate to waste a perfectly good erection. You wanna?" He waggled it at Cameron, who scowled. Cameron leaned against the doorjamb and crossed his arms, scowling. "I thought you were 100% het." "Eh, maybe a little less now." "What do you think I am, some kinda cumslut just because I'm gay?" "Heck no! I just thought it would be fun, like yesterday with Mom...?" Cameron reached down and tugged his T-shirt out of his jeans, then unbuttoned his fly. "You have to jack me off after this. And next time, wait 'til Clive's spending the night." "Okay, okay, whatever! Just come on!" Chapter 8. Ruh-Roh About a week later, when Clive was having dinner with us, I teasingly said to Cameron, "Could you pass the salt, Stallion?" I'd never seen a spit-take in real life until then. Cody dissolved into gales of laughter and Clive looked like he wanted to crawl under the table, and not in a good way. Innocently, I said, "Oops. Sorry, just something I heard around the house the other day." Clive almost slid off the chair in embarrassment. After recovering, Cam said, "Mom! Don't embarrass me in front of my boyfriend!" "I don't see it as particularly embarrassing to have your penis compared to a horse's, especially considering..." "...that he has *eight inches*!!!" Cody cried gleefully. "Clive, honey, sit up. If you're old enough to be having sex you're old enough to be mature about it." He obeyed, still red-faced, as my older son scowled at me. "So, the salt?" Cam chucked it my way and I caught it one-handed. "Seeing as how I seem to be my ten-year-old's favorite fucktoy --" "Only fucktoy," Cody contributed. "-- and you know all about what goes on during his 'traning,' I think we should have some more details from you guys. Clive, what's our Cameron's nickname for you?" "Bull," Cody said, grinning and nudging my leg under the table with his. "Really?" I looked at the other boys, who looked kind of embarrassed. "Why is that?" Cody rolled his eyes. "Because a bull's dork is bigger than a stallion's, Mom. Duh!" "Seriously? Really, Clive?" "Over nine inches, Mom," Cameron said with a shy grin. "Oh, dear. Which one of you is the top?" I asked, looking from one to the other. "God, dude, your mom is like, really frank," Clive said muttered. "And nosy. I know." "Well?" "Neither one, ma'am. We take turns," Clive replied. "We're both pretty durable, so we can both last long enough to satisfy each other." "At least once," Cam said proudly as he took a mouthful of meatloaf. "Yeah! And guess who gets to hear it all?" Cody said. "Look who's talking, Boy Slut in Traning." "Boy *Stud*. Boy *Stud* in Traning," Cody corrected primly. I looked at the three towheads and shook my head. "Honestly? You can both...?" "They're both very accommodating," Cody giggled. Clive threw a pea at him. "What, did you eat a dictionary or something?" "No, but I've been eating a lot of pu—" "TMI, son," I said loudly. I looked at Clive. "You're just young boys. How can you possibly?" Clive blushed again. "Um. Well. See, me and my parents have been playing around since I was Cody's age. And my Dad is, uh, as gifted as Cam." "But that was before the new AOC." "Yeah, please don't tell." I turned my gaze on my eldest son. "And you?" He shifted uncomfortable. "It took a lot of practice." "Is that why you were so grumpy for a while?" "...Yes." "Huh. Where did you meet?" "In the LBGT support group at school a couple years ago," Clive said. Cody rolled his eyes in great exasperation and said, "Just call it what it is: the Meat Market!" "Shut it, kid!" his brother said warningly. "Jeez, guys, everyone at school knows that if you aren't het, that's where you go to get laid! Duuuhhh!" I laughed. "Well, now *I* know. So, you guys are pretty serious?" I asked, as a sudden thought occurred to me, and my eyes widened. "Yes. We were just... drawn to each other the first time we met. Like magnets," Clive said. The darling blushed a little. "We even, you know, kissed on the first date. The second date was even better." The two boys looked at each other, then raised their hands and hooked pinkies together. They said in unison, "Forever." I felt a sense of wild surmise. "Huh. I shouldn't wonder," I said, as I eyed up Clive, whom as I've said looks a lot like an older Cody. "You guys ever heard of GSA?" Clive shrugged. "Yeah, Genetic Sexual Attraction? Learned about it this year in Sex-Ed. They say that when sibs are raised separately, when they meet again they're likely to have the hots for each other. May even start having sex and stuff." "Seems like such a coincidence that two lookalike boys around your ages would end up together, and both be so well-endowed." Clive said, "Yes, well, like attracts like -- and my Dad's pretty big." "No, he really wasn't," I said quietly. "Not that big." "Er, what?" he asked, startled. "You knew him once?" "Yes. More than just knew." I leaned forward, my stomach fluttering, feeling like I was about to faint. "I-I'll apologize in advance. I have a bomb to drop on all of you. Prepare yourselves." The three boys looked at each other, mystified. I looked at Clive and smiled hopefully. "You're adopted, aren't you?" "Uh, maybe? Probably, actually. I don't look anything like my parents or my extended family. I mean, I look more like Cam and Cody than I do them." "Uh-huh. There's a good reason for that, I think. You've never told me your last name, so let me guess. Is it Levinson?" He seemed taken aback. "Yes. How did you know?" Meanwhile, his Forever boyfriend went white as a sheet and said, "Guh..." Cody and Clive just looked at him, as confused as before. "Cameron knows about this, but Cody doesn't," I went on. "I married my husband Dion, God rest his soul, when we were 17. Cameron was born six months later." "So what, Mom?" Code-Man asked, as Cameron stood up and held onto his chair, trembling. "We got married young so we wouldn't have to deal with our awful parents anymore. See, Dion and I were together from age 12 on." I held up my pinkie. "Forever, till death did us part." I hooked my pinkie to ghost Dion's. "We lost our virginity to each other. He's still the only man I've ever had sex with," and I glanced at Cody, "so far." Cameron took a deep breath and moved as if to leave the kitchen. "Don't leave, son," I said softly. "This is not a bad thing. "What most people don't know is that Cameron isn't really my oldest child," I continued gently, and I think Clive saw it coming. Cody suddenly did. "Holy MOLEY!" he yelled. "No wonder --" "Shut it, Boy Slut. I'll tell this in my time." "Boy *Stud*, Mom!" "Right now it's all the same, Little Mr. Hypersexual. Anyway, kiddo," I said to Clive, "I got pregnant when I was fifteen, and our horrible parents made us give up the baby for adoption. We both cried for months about it, and it almost, almost but not quite, broke us up. I'm 30 now. And you're, what, 14 and a half?" "About," Clive said gruffly. "You're a nice, studly, muscular blond boy, who loves sex as much as his boyfriend, is hung like a bull, and is older and bigger than his boyfriend, but looks a lot like him. And a lot like my Dion when he was your age. A boy who's had sex with both parents, which makes him a least a little bisexual like Dion, who liked to go down on his brothers sometimes. See where I'm going with this?" "...Nnnno." "Really, son? Really? A very nice Jewish couple adopted our child in utero. I never even got to see the baby, never even got to know his sex. They moved out of state before I was even out of the hospital. My parents told us the baby died, but *I knew better*. And I never gave up hope. "Now, can you guess what that couple's last name was?" "I'll bet it starts with an L!" Cody sang merrily, waving his fork in the air. "No," Clive said in breathless denial. "And ends with 'evinson,'" my now-middle child Cameron whispered. "As surely as you were circumcised, kiddo. I can't believe it either. I thought the Levinsons moved to California." "We moved back when I was 3," Clive said, his voice firming up. "I already have a mother, and I love her a lot. What should I call you?" "My Queen," Cody intoned in a deep, super very serious voice, and we all laughed. "And yeah, I'm a least a little bi," he said to Cameron, who was sitting down again and looking a little better. "I mean, my Mom took my virginity, and we still make love sometimes. You don't mind?" Cameron just raised his pinkie and hooked it with his brother-lover's. "Forever," they said together. He looked at Clive with an odd intensity. "I don't care who you are. I mean it. I love you no matter what." "I love you too," Clive said happily. Of course, Cody had to go ruin it. "Dawwwwww," he said, "ain't that sweet!" I dope-slapped him on the back of the head. "Shut it, Boy Slut, or no practice today." "Boy *Stud*! And no fair! You were going to teach me the Venus Butterfly!" "We'll see." "Actually, if we're brothers, that makes it even hotter," Clive said bashfully. "I mean... no wonder we both want to mess around with stud-boy here." "I know, right?" Cam whispered something to Clive, who looked both embarrassed and excited. We went back to our meal, silent, all deep in our thoughts, and I saw Cameron reach out and squeeze Clive's leg. He mouthed *Love you* to Clive, who returned the sentiment, as Cody pretended to vomit. As he was pushing away his empty plate, Cody announced. "Well, thank goodness Mom's generation was smart enough to pass SRA, or we'd all be in hella trouble right now!" And we all dissolved in helpless laughter. *** That night, before he left for home, I hugged Clive goodbye. He felt solid and dependable and good, and reminded me so much of Dion that I wanted to cry. "You don't have to tell your parents," I whispered. "They're good people who've raised you right." "I know. Thank you," he said, and kissed me on the cheek. I smiled a little seductively, and he looked surprised when I patted the front of his pants. "I'll make you the same offer I made Cammy. If I'm going to play with Cody, it's only fair I extend the offer to his brother. You in?" "I really am bi, you know. Like both my dads, I guess. So yeah, I'm in. And someday, Cameron will be too." He leaned over, and this time kissed me on the lips. "Because I've gonna talk him into it. It's too much fun to fuck your own mom for him to miss out on it... My Queen." And that's exactly what he called me after that, every time his heroic proportions were buried to the balls in me. And yes, that did happen later. A lot. Chapter 9. Target Practice "Mooooommmm! Could you come to my room? Pleeeeeaaase?" Cody called one Saturday several days after we learned about Clive. It wasn't time for training yet, so I had no idea what this was about. Rolling my eyes, I saved my work and went upstairs. I was surprised to find all three of my boys there. Cody was sitting on the bed naked, propped against the backboard, his impressive tool in hand. The other boys stood at the end of his bed, stripped to their boxers, grinning at each other. I stood admiring them all for a second, then stepped into the room and said to Cody, "What's going on here, honeycock?" "*Honeycock?*" Clive and Cam blurted simultaneously, before laughing like maniacs. "Mo-om! You're supposed to save that nickname for our special private time!" Cody protested. I grinned and said, "Settle down, *Stallion* and *Bull*," to the other boys, emphasizing their own "private time" names for each other. "So, what's the haps, guys?" Still grinning, Cameron said, "We think Cody should have a gimmick. Something that sets him apart from all the other boy studs." "Since he can shoot like five or six feet, we thought, target practice," Clive said. "Clive just wants a taste of me, but they have a point," Cody chimed in. "And what does target practice mean?" Clive said matter-of-factly, "Cody's going to try to shoot off into our mouths." I almost fell over laughing. "I knew you wanted to drink Cody's jizz, but oh my God!" My oldest turned red. "Well, so I have ulterior motives, but it's still a good idea." "Yeah, it would be really hot," Cameron purred, rubbing his crotch. That's when I noticed the big tents in their boxers. I was pretty sure they'd be fucking each other like crazed minks later on. "That *would* be pretty hot, I guess," I admitted. "What's stopping you, stud?" "They're boys, Mom!" Cody cried. "I'm all about the hole, not the pole, you know that! I can't keep it up long enough to shoot!" "Really, son? You can't close your eyes and pretend?" I gestured upward. "Or look at Erin up there?" "It's target practice, lay-dee! I gotta keep my eyes open to hit the target!" Smirking, I said, "Well then, what am I supposed to do about it?" He looked at me and winked. "You could get up there between them and give me something else to look at." "Oh? And what would that be?" I said innocently. "Those awesome breasts of yours, Mom!" "But that might turn off Clive and Cam," I said, pouting. "No it wouldn't," Clive said quickly, and added, "It would make it better for me... My Queen." When Cameron glared at him, he blurted, "Dude, you know I'm bi! And your mom's smokin' hot!" "Whatever," Cam muttered. "I'm telling you, babe, if you give her a chance, she'll turn you bi, too." Cody said sweetly, stroking a cock that was starting to rise, "How about it, honeycunt?" "Well, if you insist," I giggled. I felt like a 12-year-old girl being told for the first time that she was pretty by the boy she liked. I peeled off my blouse in a sexy striptease that brought big smiles to the faces of Cody and Clive, then danced over to Cameron and had him unhook my black lace bra, before turning to heft my tits in both hands and offer them to him. He nervously licked his lips and the tent in his boxers didn't deflate, so I figured I was doing something right. Then I took up station between Clive and Cameron, my hands massaging my breasts, and my boy stud in traning started jamming his hand down over his cock, stroking himself hard and steadily as he worked, eyes glued to my chest as he groaned, "Oh yeah, this'll work. So damn sexy..." Meanwhile I could feel Clive's hand roaming my ass, finally sliding down to finger my nether regions through the thin cloth of my capris. When he looked me in the eyes and smiled mischievously, I had some idea what he was going to do, so I didn't object when he leaned down and licked my left nipple. "Holy shiiiiit," Cody groaned. The only time he ever really cursed was when he was traning. When Clive took my nipple into his mouth and began sucking, that was all it took. Cody shouted, "CAM! TAKE IT!" as his first jet of semen spurted outward to smack his brother in the forehead from more than six feet away. Cody corrected his aim immediately, and the next wad went straight into Cameron's mouth. Clive pulled off my nipple instantly and leaned in for his own taste, and he received the next three shots in his open mouth and all over his face. Then the flow died back to a dribble, soaking the bed and Cody. "Oh God," Cody croaked as he fell over sideways, almost falling off the bed. Cam just looked stunned as he swallowed, then he and Clive were all over each other, kissing frantically and licking Cody's magic cum off each other's faces. When they'd gotten all they could, they shucked out of their boxers, revealing their enormous penises to me for the first time, and Cameron gently guided Clive to the ground before mounting him and entering him in one hard thrust. From the way he started pounding him then, I figured Clive was going to have carpet burns on his knees later. It didn't feel right to watch or even to listen as they moaned and cursed and told each other how much they loved each other, so I grabbed my youngest son by the hand and dragged him to my room, where I made him practice his cunning linguistic skills for the next hour.