Date: Sun, 23 Dec 2018 12:44:41 -0500
From: Jack Kline <stories4u2@mail.com>
Subject: Cody and Cooper

This story is, unfortunately, not real.  It is total fiction.

Any comments, ideas, suggestions, criticisms are welcome.  Send to:
stories4u2@mail.com.  Love from Mark.

If you are looking for a get off quick story this ain't it.  This is a love
story that takes place over many pages.  Hang in if you can.  I think, I
hope, you will like it.

The dudes at Nifty are unselfish in their efforts.  They therefore deserve
a few pesos, yen, pounds, or preferably US dollars.  Give it up guys!

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                        CODY AND COOPER

Chapter 1

I was sitting at McDonalds feeling more glum than the rainy day outside and
reflecting a bit on exactly where I was in life.  I hate summer rains.
Summer should be sun and tans and tees and sweat.  This was not exactly the
perfect way to spend my summer vacation from work.

I had finished high school in a small upstate town but could not afford
college.  Not even certain that I was academically advanced enough to
enter.  I started as an entry level accountant for a manufacturing company
and had some advancements.  Nevertheless it seemed I lived from paycheck to
paycheck.  I was well thought of by my company but I still did not have a
lot of self-confidence.  At age 24 I was constantly hoping that some
unknown relative would die and bequeath me a large sum of money.  No such
luck.  I also weekly hoped that my participation in the state lottery would
shed grace on me.  And why would I even hold out hope for that when the
most I ever won was $20?  Yep. I was struggling through life as I suppose
most people do.

I looked up from my burger and fries to notice a young boy maybe 12 years
old.  He looked more forlorn than I did.  He was clothed in what appeared
to be old, outgrown, dirty apparel.  I wanted to use the words rages
because it would be more graphic, but gave the poor kid that much.

He sat constantly counting the few coins before him.  No matter how many
times he counted apparently he came up short.  I wanted to help him but my
funds too where limited.  Fuck it.  I could do with less than he apparently
could.

I got up and slid into the chair next to him.  I added two quarters to the
coins on the table and said, "I found these on the floor beside you.  They
must be yours."  He looked up and I saw a mixture of doubt, fear, and
gratitude. "I didn't drop..."  "Forget it.  I'm absolutely sure they are
yours.  Go ahead. Get something."

He got up but kept looking back at me.  Why I wondered.  I thought he
hadn't been alone for too long.  Nonetheless he was thin and hungry, almost
unsure on his feet.  He returned with one of the cheaper burger and
smallest fries with no drink.  I got up and refilled my cup with Coke and
gave it to him.

"Why...why are you...helping me?"  It was a serious and fair question.
Truth is I didn't know myself but said, "Because you seem to need a bit of
help."  As he munched his prize he kept glancing at me.  He was skeptical.
Good boy.  He had some training.  Stranger = Danger.  He kept his distance
but dove through his meal and downed his drink.

"I've had help from others when I needed it and thought I could help you."
His meager meal had helped, though I'm sure he could have eaten a whole lot
more.  He relaxed a bit.

"Name is Cody.  Cody Marks.  And you young sir are?

"Cooper,"s his reply.  He seemed unsure as he gave out that small bit of
data but he did.

"Look Cooper, if you want you can come to my place for a while."  He
withdrew.  "Look I live in an apartment house.  Small but decent.  A nice
neighborhood.  I'll leave the door unlocked and you can leave any time you
want.  I won't hurt you.  You obviously have nothing to steal.  So you
needn't worry about that.  Go with me and just sit a bit.  Chat if you
want.  Get dry and warm.  Just rest.  You need it."

He shook his head up and down ever so slightly.  As if to say, yeah I'll
go, but I'm not at all sure about this.

Moments later we were in my well-used Chevy.  Old but it ran, the heating
worked and it didn't leak or reek.  The only sound the whole way home was
the pounding rain.  Neither of us spoke.  Silence seemed best.

Chapter 2

Once home he relaxed more and quicker than I thought he would.  He sat on
my sofa resting his head against the back.  I didn't pick him up' to accost
him.  Though I would have liked to.  That is just not the kind of guy I am.
But he was cute.  I so wondered what he would look like under that thick
layer of dirt.

"So Cooper.  Would you like a shower?"

He recoiled.  I thought he would bolt for the door.

"Relax bud.  I told you I would not hurt you and you can leave anytime you
want.  Use the bathroom by yourself.  Throw your dirty stuff out the door
and I will wash it.  I will find a robe you can wear in the mean time.
Please trust me.  I really would like to help you."

While he still seemed reticent, he did as I suggested.  The clothes he
threw out into the hall were well worn and very dirty.  I was tempted to
smell his once white jockeys but couldn't get my nose that close.

Cooper in shower.  Wash in the machine.  Time to relax.  My small budget
did allow for wine.  Sometimes beer.  And very rarely a cheap whiskey.

In about 30 minutes he came out with a towel around his waist.  I swear I
barely recognized him.  I thought cute before but this boy was beautiful.
A big, no huge, smile.  Hair wet but still neat. Couldn't see a bulge in
the towel but I am not a size queen and really didn't care.

 He sat down on the sofa but kept a distance from me.  He glanced at me and
smiled again.  "Thanks," he said.  "For everything. I'm not used to this
kind of treatment."

"You are welcome, Cooper.  I like your name by the way.  You look, and more
importantly smell, better."  That got him to laugh for the first time.  It
was music to my ears.

"Can I stay the night?"  What made him think he couldn't?

"Of course.  Stay as long as you like.  But in order to stay you are going
to have to help as best you can.  I am not rich.  In fact, I just make a
comfortable living.  But we can find a way.  Just help and do the best you
can."

"I can't cook for shit."

 "Coop I am not a prude.  Been around the block.  Language is not a big
deal to me. Just try to watch your words."

"You called me Coop."

"Yea I did."  Somehow it just came out."

"That's what Trevis called me."

"Who is Trevis?"

"My brother.  He is 15.  Close to 16.  He does it all.  He smokes, drinks,
swears, fights, fucks chicks...Oh sorry, he has sex.  But he is always nice
to me.  He protects me from my sorry ass Dad."  His face showed a bit of
grimace as he said, "I'll work on the language thing."

I can see I am going to have to get used to a more colorful vocabulary, at
least for a while.

 "Look Cooper.  I don't know much about you.  But I am learning and am
pleased that you can talk to me.  Yes, I find much of your choice of words
inappropriate, but the truth is I would rather have you feel comfortable
than stressed to open up about your feelings.  So, at least for now, forget
the fuckin language and just talk to me.  OK?"

Chapter 3

It was six days later and Coop was still here.  He was trying.  Trying to
earn his keep and adjust his language habit.  Honestly the words didn't
bother me as much as I let on.  In fact I used all of them myself from time
to time.  I simply wanted to teach him better manners.  And why had that
become my responsibility?  I can't honestly tell you because I don't know.
It just felt right.

In earning his keep he cleaned the apartment, did laundry, and watched
after Blackie, my white poodle.  (I'll explain that sometime).

I learned very little about Cooper over that six-day period.  He liked his
brother, hated his father, and made no mention of his mother.  I wanted to
know a whole lot more but tried desperately to hold back and let him dole
it out as he felt the time was right.

Every day I became increasingly fond of the little guy.  In love?  No, at
least not yet.  But I knew it would happen.  I wasn't sure how he felt.
Though I knew he did appreciate what I was doing and that he felt
comfortable here.

On day three I did take him shopping for a few items.  We spent most of our
time at the thrift store.  He looked like a kid at Christmas.  He wanted
everything but asked for nothing.  He came home' with several pairs of
underwear, far from designer stuff, but that didn't faze him.  Some socks,
two pairs of jeans and two rather plain tee shirts.  He begged to wear some
of the stuff home which after paying I left him do.  He listened to me.
Always.  Never a question.

We were going about our daily routine but I would soon have to return to
work.  How would he get along then?  How would I?  Coop was doing his
chores and feeding and walking Blackie.  Toward the end of the second week
Cooper asked if I had time for a talk.  I did have home business work to
attend to but always made time for my' Coop.

 "Cory, what are you going to do with me?"

That took me by surprise though it shouldn't have.  "Honestly Coop I don't
know.  I'm not sure because I don't have enough information to know what to
do."

He hung his head and stared at his feet. It is funny how your mind works
sometimes.  My first thought was size 8.  What?  Yeah.  But that
preoccupation didn't last long.

"You know Coop that I have grown fond of you and want to help you.  But I
have legal things to think of.  What about a serious medical problem?  I
wouldn't be able to help as the first thing they would want to know is my
relationship to you.  And what about when school starts?  What if I get
arrested for kidnaping or such?  As much as I care about you I find my self
in an awkward position.  Look.  I don't give a shit (language on purpose)
what has happened to you.  You never talk about a mom.  Why do you hate
your dad so?  Do you see, do you understand, my position in this?"

"I do understand most of what you are saying.  But I never thought about
you getting arrested or even in trouble.  And I haven't told you much
because it is painful and most of it embarrassing.  Maybe even dangerous
for me."

"What?  Dangerous?  Son (I had never called him that before). You have got
to tell me what happened.  What is going on?"

"Cory...you have been too good to me.  I better leave.  I don't want to get
you into trouble.  That wouldn't be fair."

"STOP right there. I AM going to get involved and I am going to help.
That's it.  Pure and simple.  So cut the shit and let me help you.  And if
you don't you won't have to leave because I will throw your ass out.
Period."

Coop looked even worse than the day I found him.  He was shocked.  He shook
and started to cry.  I believe he truly was afraid of losing me.  His cries
developed into wild sobbing.  He started to say, well mumble really, "He,
Trevis, shot my dad."  I was shocked but listened and tried to be calm for
his sake. "I don't think he killed him."  His crying abated a bit and he
continued to explain.

He told me that his father was totally drunk.  Drunk far more often than he
was sober.  Coop went on to tell me the story. His dad yelled and cursed at
Trevis and him.  He did nothing for us.  No food, no clothes.  Of course no
help with school.  We were embarrassed to even have friends over.  In short
that prick kept us from having a life.  I think his problem was that mom
died about five years ago.  The day of the shooting dad caught Trevis
fucking a girl in his bedroom.  He staggered and yelled and called him a
faggot.  He was screwing a girl.  How is that gay?  Trevis was fed up with
his shit and shot him.  I don't know if he wanted to kill him or just scare
him.  But it sure as hell scared me.  Trevis told me to get out and not
come back until this shit got straightened out.  So I ran from the house.
I had nothing with me except about two bucks in my jeans.  Nothing else.  I
didn't know where to go.  I didn't have any friends close enough to take me
in.  I just wondered the streets.  I stayed at McD's as much as I could but
they often made me leave.  This all happened about two weeks before you
found me.

"Coop that is an awful lot to absorb.  I gotta think.  I am going to go
out.  If I don't return in time make yourself some soup and go to sleep.
Don't worry I will be okay and I will return.  Grinning slightly I added,
"after all this is my apartment."  He smiled every so lightly.

Chapter 4

I returned to the apartment about 11 P.M..  Coop got up and ran to me and
hugged me tight around the waist.  I could barely breathe.  "Wow dude.  Did
you think I wouldn't come back?  You have to learn to trust me."  He did
relax a bit but still held on to me.  I kissed him on the forehead.  He
looked up into my eyes and smiled.

I had to lay it all out for the kid and see if he agreed.  "OK, Coop.  Do
you want to stay with me?  If you do, you will need to help as best you can
and be totally honest with me.  You may have to get a part time job like a
paper route.  You need to go to school and get at least C's, You need to
listen to and obey me.  Agreed?"

He jumped up on me again and kissed me right on the lips.  My heart melted,
"I'll get a job...  two if I have to.  School is no problem as I get all
A's and B's.  And I already listen to you don't I?"

 Yes you do and that is great.  Ok, so we have a ton of stuff to do, like
get a two- bedroom apartment, but before that I need to get money."

Coop looked down and I thought he was going to cry.  "I thought we could
share a room.  Like sleep together and stuff."

"I would be happy to do that if that is what you want.  But in case other
people stop by like maybe a teacher or even one of my friends,, you need to
have to have your own room.  You will keep your clothes and belongings in
that room. Got it?"

"Sure Dad."

"Hold on bud.  I'm not your dad yet.  The order of things as I see them is
we need to get some money for an apartment, furniture, clothes and stuff
for you.  Then the apartment, then go see your dad.  Do you know where he
is?"

"I can show you the way to the drunk's house.  Ain't no dad of mine."

"OK, let's find out how to get some money.  I think we will need about
$3.000 and I can repay that.  Get to it."

Coop looked through the newspapers and I got on the Internet.  It didn't
take but a few hours and we found a place I thought would work.  I called
and they would approve the loan if I agreed to an automatic withdrawal
which I did. I had to explain the automatic withdrawal' thing to Coop, but
he quickly got the idea.  They would deposit the money in my account by
noon tomorrow.  Sweet!

"OK, next we look for an apartment."  We both got to work and Coop came up
with two good-looking choices.  We called and arranged to see both
tomorrow.  We had accomplished a lot in a few hours.

The next afternoon we went to see the apartments.  We immediately agreed
that the first was great and we wanted it.  We never even went to the
second.  The manager who showed us the place assumed Cooper was my son and
I didn't tell him any different.  Coop thought that was kinda neat.  Maybe
that is why he wanted this place so badly.  Anyway all appliances looked
new or almost so.  The carpet and walls were fresh and clean.  There were
phone and TV cable hook ups.  Water ran well in both kitchen and bathroom.
So we talked about price and he quoted an amount that was only $100 more
than I was paying now.  Before we left, I paid the first month's rent and
deposit.

As soon as we returned to my apartment I gave a one month notice and we
were set.  We were both tired.  A quick dinner of Mac N Cheese and we were
off to bed.  Coop was slightly sweaty as we had skipped our nightly shower
but that only peeked my interest.  He put his arm over my chest and his pit
was close to my nose.  O God.  I was hard in seconds.  I got up saying I
had to pee again and pumped like a pint of jizz into the john.  Feeling a
whole lot better I laid down beside my boy and quickly drifted off to
sleep.

Chapter 5

We woke early the next day.  Still both feeling spaced out, tired, worn
. That is, we had a lot to deal with and a lot on our minds.  I took an
instant to think about how nice things could be once we were settled.

I had to be back at work in a few days and reminded Coop of that.  I didn't
want him to think I was going to be around all the time as I have been the
last week or so.  I told Coop that the next important thing was to get his
dad's permission for me to assume guardianship.  I thought it might be a
big deal.  Turns out it wasn't.  Cooper called him and he said, What the
fuck do you want brat!?"

"Dad, I have a paper for you to sign so you won't have to look after me
anymore.  Can I stop by?"

"If you fuckin want sompthin from me bring two bottles of good whiskey and
you'll get what the fuck you want."

How sad is that.  He will give up his own son for $40 worth of booze.  I
don't understand how someone can get that low.  But what is the
saying...'Don't look a gift horse in the mouth'.  Well maybe more an ass
than a horse, but ok looks like I can buy a son for less than a good meal
in a nice restaurant.  I felt sorry for Cooper, but also glad that it would
soon be over with and he could feel good about himself.

The actual meeting is unimportant.  He, dad, was exactly what I expected.
He asked if I was buying the kid's ass.  And I said I was.  Along with his
legs and arms, and hair, and talent and love and kindness and feelings.
But what I was really buying was his freedom from a dunkin son of a bitch!

It was done.  We were home.  Coop had mixed emotions and didn't want to
celebrate in any way.  He was lost in thought and needed time.  He could
have all he wanted.  I wanted to help him but this was something he had to
work out for himself.  Watching him made my heart ache.  I got a whiskey
which I don't often do.  I sat and stared at the Tv.  Couldn't even tell
you what was on.  He didn't cry.  It was a difficult evening but the end
result was good.  Positive.  The next day he came and hugged me tight and
said, "Well, new Dad, do you love your new son?"

"That is the dumbest question I have ever been asked."

"Good."

Chapter 6

By Monday I was back at work.  It was difficult to retrofit into that
environment but before 10 I really got into my tasks and accomplished quite
a bit.  Except for missing Cooper it felt good.

Right after lunch Mr. Tice, my boss, came and asked me to come to his
office.  My first thought was what the fuck did I do wrong.  I had little
choice but to go with him and find out what he wanted.

"Cody I am impressed with your work and afraid (oh shit here it comes) that
we, I, have not done enough to reward your efforts (say what?).  There is
an opening in the main office in Omaha.  It is assistant to the Chief
Financial Officer, but could ultimately lead to that position, should you
perform as well as I think you will.  The starting salary is $92,000.  A
substantial increase from your current salary.  But you will of course be
taking on more responsibility.  I know this is a lot to take on and that
you need time to think it through.  I would like an answer by Friday.  The
company will find you appropriate lodging and cover all moving expenses.
What is your initial reaction?"

"Well I am excited at the prospect.  It does come as a total surprise.  I
have just engaged a new apartment here in the city.  You are right.  It is
an awful lot to evaluate."

"I suspect that Charlie will take your place here.  He has been doing most
of your work while you were on vacation so he should be up to speed.  So I
suggest you take the rest of the week off to think things through and begin
to make personal plans and return on Friday with your answer."

 Thank your Mr. Tice.  I will do just that.  And thank you for the
opportunity."

"See you Friday."

On my drive home I switched to father mode and started to wonder how Cooper
will react to all of this.  It means leaving the area in which he grew up
and going to a new school.  I did think though that his reaction would be
positive.  We'll see.

When I returned home Coop had just finished walking Blackie.  He was more
tired than the dog and ready for a rest.  That was good in a way because
then he would sit and listen to my tale.  I got him a coke and my self a
glass of whiskey.  That choice did not evade him.

"This must be serious because you went right for the good stuff."  He had a
light air about him, so I didn't take it as a criticism.

" Well Cooper it is.  Serious but good, surely an opportunity.  I have just
been told I can have a new position.  Much higher in the corporate
structure.  And a lot more money."

"God Cody that sounds great.  But I see you are concerned.  You hesitate to
accept, or at least tell me the whole story.  What's up?"

"The new job is in Omaha."

"Oh.  So what's the problem with that?"

"I can see many problems with that.  One Omaha is a big city.  Neither of
us has ever lived in a big city.  Two you grew up here.  You have gone to
school here.  Do you really want to make a change in your life like that
with someone you just barely met?"

"Cody I thought you knew I love you.  I thought you loved me.  I would go
to the fuckin moon with you.  All you have talked about is me.  What about
you?  The career opportunity.  The money.  The chance to enhance your life.
It is an opportunity too for both of us.  Yes there will be short term
hassles and difficulties, but that is all a goal to an end.  Wake the fuck
up Dad! "

How old is this kid?  60?  He seems so smart, so mature.  Well I guess that
is because he is.  He is right.  I have put his thoughts before mine.  I'm
glad I did.  It wouldn't be fair for me to just tell him what we are going
to do.  And why did I assume it would be we'.

Chapter 7

Well here we are. A super nice, two bedroom, apartment on Park Avenue near
Leavenworth.  Just a six block walk to work.  Omaha is a lot bigger then
either Cooper or I imagined.  We spent weeks just getting to know even part
of the city, where to shop, restaurants, and such The increase in my wages
helped a lot and made life a lot easier for Coop and myself.  He still had
chores to do, but didn't even have to think about getting a job.  He and
Blackie became almost like brothers.

We became closer each day.  I was now deeply in love with the boy.  It made
it hard for me to be in love with my son'.  He adapted way better to it
than I did.  He could kiss me and make me hard then sit down and ask me
about school work.  Water off a duck's back.  He liked his new school and
made a few friends.  All male of course.  That's just Coop.

One Saturday afternoon we were just sitting in our apartment and he
snuggled up to me and said, "Dad, can we talk?"

"Of course Coop.  What's up?  You know I will always make time to talk to
you ."

"We...um..never talk about being gay or sex.  I think we should.  There is
a lot I need to learn.  The guys at school talk about jerking off and pussy
and queers and shit.  I know some of it, but most of the time I feel like
an idiot.  I don't think I should tell them I am gay.  Maybe some guess I
am.  I don't know.  I don't want them to hate me.  On the other hand I
would like them to know and understand that I love you and like living with
you.  You have any idea what I am saying?"


"I do Cooper.  And you are right we should talk about those things more.
First of all I thought you knew you could talk to me about anything.  And I
mean anything.  Second we have never talked about a gay relationship I
guess we should.  I love you more than I can say.  I can't imagine my life
without Coop.  That said, You do have to be careful about what you tell
others.  Including the guys at school.  Most of them do not understand
being gay and therefore don't like it.  Or people who are.  One day they
think you are a great friend, then find out you are gay, and all of a
sudden you are a faggot, a fuckin freak, to be avoided at all cost.
You...we...do have to be careful".

"That said it would be great for you to find a friend with whom you could
share your true self.  But that is hard to do.  Coop, you are only 14 and
have time.  But look around.  He might be right under your nose."  Coop
laughed. "Well you know what I mean."

The days past quickly.  Cooper learning his new school, classes, friends.
Me learning my job and responsibilities.  Every day I became more
confident.  It was going well.

Evenings Coop and I would talk or read or watch TV.  Not a whole lot of the
latter.  He kept talking about sex and things he wanted to know.  One night
he finally came right out and asked me if he could touch my dick.  Somehow
it wasn't an easy thing to agree to, but I did.  I knew he really wanted to
do more than just touch it or see it.  He kept getting closer and closer to
my already hard dick.  He looked carefully, he smelled it then leaned down
and licked it.  Lightly at first then sucked it right into his mouth. OMG.
I was ready to blew in seconds.  I had a lot of trouble with the son'
thing, but my pleasure was outweighing my brain.  In less than two minutes
I was blowing a huge load down his throat.

It took several minutes for me to recover.  He sat there with a wide grin
on his cum smeared mouth.  I leaned in and licked my cum off his lips.
"Cooper where the fuck did you learn that?"

"I just did what I wanted to do and what I thought would feel good to you."

"Well my sweet student, you get an A+.  Lay back see if you can learn
anything more."

He laid back and relaxed.  His hard 4 inches reaching for the ceiling.  He
was leaking cock snot.  I licked it gently and was stunned at the taste.
It was sweeter and more delicate than anything I had previously tasted.
There was no way I was not going to use all my talents and skills to give
the love of my life the most monumental feeling and experience of his life.

I engulfed it completely, which at 4 inches wasn't really that hard to do.
I used my tongue and sucked and in seconds we were both in ecstasy. He was
so hot and ready the instant I took him in that I did not need to work hard
at all to bring him to his peak. Yet I was enjoying making my lover having
this experience.  He thrust his hips up frantically into my mouth.  His
whole body became rigid and he practically screamed as he came in my mouth.
He came so hard he shuttered while cumming.  It was so endearing to me to
watch him have such a great experience.  His cum was every bit as good as I
thought it would be.

That was it.  We had bonded.  We both knew it.  We had tasted each other;
we had made each other feel wonderful.  Words were not necessary.  We held
each other tightly and kissed.  Heaven itself can not be better than this.

I no longer had to deal with making love to my son'.  I loved him.  I was
his.  He was mine.  We both knew we had entered a new phase in our
relationship.  But we simply celebrated by holding and kissing each other.
We were both caught up in the euphoria of post sex.  Fuck man...love is
good.

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Told ya it wasn't gonna be a jerk off story.  But it was fun to write and I
hope fun to read.

Don't forget the guys that make this all happen.

Love, Mark