Date: Tue, 9 Feb 2010 19:47:29 -0500 From: Roger Bontemps Subject: Twisting Angels: Final Chapter DISCLAIMER : This is the final chapter of Twisting Angels. It involves sex between teenage boys, and one teenage boy with a man. Check your local laws about that kind of stuff before delving any deeper. Now, if it's okay for you to read this, you're more than welcome to drop those pants. You can send feedback at junkies.in.the.sky@gmail.com but really, check the footnote before sending anything Twisting Angels-related. There might be something of interest for you there. Otherwise, if you wanna just send kind words of encouragement or if this story awoke feelings in you that you think you'd like to discuss with me, you can fire those emails right away at the aforementioned address. Enjoy! ******************************************** Dayton looked at me with watery eyes. "You don't understand, man. My parents would --" "FUCK YOUR PARENTS !" "Vince, listen --" "How about you give your old folks a reality check ?" "Don't you understand it's hard for me to --" I was sick of him making up excuses. "You think it's not hard for my brother !? He's crying over this ! He cried and that's how I discovered everything. I asked him what was wrong and he tried making up excuses; they were all weak. I know Cody would never cry unless something really bad would happen. Yet there was nothing in his excuses that could have explained his sadness. So I asked and I asked and I asked again... until he told me everything. I know my bro. He'll never cry in front of you, cause he loves you. But HE. IS. HURT!" "If I come out of the closet, Cody can forget about me !" "What !?" "My parents will not allow it ! They'll tear us apart, Vince. They will fucking tear us apart. Understand what that means ? I don't want to lose Cody just as much as I don't think he'd like to lose me. I'm doing the best thing for us right now." "That's what you think would happen. But you can't know until you give it a shot." Dayton sighed. "Does it really hurt Cody that much ?" "What he told me is that he fears this whole secret relationship thing will destroy you guys. He feels the pressure, Dayton." "Oh man... I mean... FUCK! Why didn't he tell me ?!" "Dude -- he loves you. Get that ?" Upon understanding what my words meant, Dayton started crying like a fountain. I wrapped my arms around him and patted his back. "Oh come on big baby... why don't you just try to find a solution with him ? Maybe that would get you somewhere, as opposed to just running away every time." ***---*** There's nothing in the world quite as delicious as Cody's lips. His feeble arms were wrapped around me as our tongues danced; he was the most adorable thing of all. I could have grasped his ass, I could have risked fondling the tent in his pants... but it was not necessary. He was already more than enough for me. Our kissing ended slowly, much to our regret. We looked at each other in the eyes. "I love you, Dayton. I love you so much." "Cody... we must talk." He detected something wrong in me. It was evident I struggled inside. "Deet, what's wrong ?" "I... I think it's high time for us to make our love known." "What !? When ? Why ?" Cody looked panicked, more than anything else. "Jeez ! I thought it'd make you happy, given how you bitch and moan about it all the time !" He looked taken aback by my comment, all of a sudden, as if he knew he should be happy, but still somehow wasn't. "Well, I want people to know but... it's such a big change after one year. I don't know how my Dad would react to that." "Didn't you tell me that your pops would be okay with you being gay ?" "There's more to it than just that..." "What's the problem ?" "Circumstances." "What circumstances ?" "I can't tell you. It's something between me and Dad." "Something like what !? Damn, throw me a bone at least !" "I can't tell you ! It's just that... over the last year, our relationship changed the way I was. The way I acted on a day-to-day basis. And I've been lying to cover it up. I had some kind of... 'traditions' with my Dad that I kind of tossed away in light of your arrival in my life. It hurts to think I'd reveal to him that... I lied all along. I had to lie lately. Not so long ago. I guess that's why my mood's still swinging." "Jesus Christ, what have you been doing with your father !? It's not like I take up a lot of your time, it's not like I changed who you were, I mean -- how could I interfere !?" "You would never understand, Deet. It's not your fault. Trust me, it's best if you stay outta this. It's between me and him, it dates back to the early days, back when he picked me up. He wants it to stop, he wants to talk about it. But strangely enough... I'm the one who wants to avoid all the questions." Cody never really talked much about the times when Jason picked him up. It seems things were rocky back then. "Ok... Cody... I don't know what the fuck we're talking about here, but lemme ask you just one thing: did he hurt you ? Did he do you any bad ?" "NO! No good heavens NO ! It's something I started that he continued. It's something that made me who I am today. It is the single best thing to have occured in all my life. But there would be no point in me trying to explain it to you. All you need to know is that... he will not hurt me when he will learn this. He will probably cry and hurt himself instead. He will probably understand some things he'll never forgive himself to not have understood before. As for me, I'll probably cry because I'll feel like I should have explained. But nothing bad will happen." "He was not able to help you out like he should have ? Because you hid things from him ?" "Yeah, in a way. You could say it like that." "Oh. Ok. I can understand that." "Thanks." "It still doesn't deal with one problem." "What problem ?" "Your folks will have to be the first ones to know." "What do you have in mind ?" "OK... my plan is to tell your mom and dad about us first. Then ask them if I can come live here should things get rocky on my side." "You can't be seriou --" "Yes, they'd throw me out of home, Cody. They could. If that happens, I want a backup plan. Unless I have that, I'm not making my coming out. Plain and simple." "And you'd like to do that when ?" "This very evening. I want to make you happy as soon as possible." "Jesus... what a turn of events..." He looked down for a few seconds, then looked back up, his green eyes scintillating. "Fuck yeah. Let's do this." My heart skipped a beat upon realising what I was about to do. I looked at Cody's face knowing for sure that I would not do this for anyone else. I touched his silky arms and then held his face between the palms of my hands. That contrast in skin color was as wonderful as ever. My watery eyes went leaking a bit. "Take off your pants." "No. Vince will be back soon." "Vince won't be back anytime soon, trust me." "What ? Waddaya mean ?" "You owe your brother. Big time. He told me how important it was to you for our love to become public. As such, he also agreed to give us more time than usual." Tears started welling up in his eyes as a big smile grew on his lips. "I'm... the luckiest boy... in the whole world." He quickly leaned towards me, briefly kissing my lips. Then he leaned back away, took his shirt, pants and underwear off and then jumped on the bed. Only his socks remained and he got rid of them by sprawling on the bed, making them roll off his feet. His four inches were hard and cute like they always were and I just wanted to take his body and soul. Twisting on the sheets, he looked at me, biting his lips. "Love me." I rushed at the bed, jumping on him, and planted my lips in his neck. My fat tongue splashed on his skin and I moved south. I opened my mouth and took a shoulder in, squishing the inside of my lips upon him, wetting his frame. Cody was already humming tones of happiness, his penis poking at my tummy. I sucked and licked my way to his nipples. I rolled them between my teeths and he squirmed, pushing his chest in my face, pleading me to keep going by pushing my head down as he squealed in delight. I loved Cody's small, button-cute nipples. "Oh my God... just suck my cock already, or I'm gonna fucking cum on your stomach !" I moved towards his legs, letting my tongue trail on his blazing hot skin. I rubbed my face against his dick as if my life depended on the thing. It was just like the rest of him: cute, small, slim, sweet... sexy. ***---*** I looked feverishly at Dayton's black lips as they covered my pink penis. It slid slowly in his mouth until his nose rested on my skin. He started sucking and my whole body jerked once or twice; his hands just slapped my hips. and rubbed their way up as he ran his tongue over my cock, twiddling my nipples with his thumbs like Jason did to me when I was a little boy. Memories filled my mind every time he did that and I just got increasingly excited. His lips tightened around my cock and I felt the pull so strong, so raw that my hands dug the mattress. He worked his way back on my penis and bobbed back down, slowly, calmly. That was his way... and it drove me nuts. "Deet... oh fuck. Now one else can do it like you do..." One of his hands crawled on my neck, surfing along my chin. His dark fingers dipped in my mouth while his other hand was still twisting and tapping my nipples. My lips closed around his prodding digits and I sucked on his fingers, hypnotised. With much difficulty, he kept working on my dick, still sucking deep and slow. My head started spinning and my mouth went agape: his fingers slipped out, wet, only to be nested near my balls. He retreated on my cock, kissing the piss slit and smooching the shaft. His tongue scooped my balls and he sucked one of them in his mouth. He made it dance in mid-air by sucking and caressing it with his tongue, all while one of his hands slowly rubbed my dick. Dayton went further down on my nutsack and I felt his tongue reaching for my butt. I moaned loudly as a shiver went up my spine. "So you wanna fuck me ?" "Oh baby... I thought you'd never ask..." "Whip out that cock." He let go of me and I got on all four. I heard a zipper going down and the sound of fabric sliding off skin. The warmth of his penis graced one of my ass cheeks and he started rubbing himself on me. Soon enough, his cock was sliding in my ass, vertically, and I could feel his precum leaking everywhere. "It's been so long since I had you inside of me..." "I know, baby, I know. I missed that. Is your ass clean ?" "Enough for a fuck, but I wouldn't dare lick it." "Shit. Where's the lube ?" "Ahhhh fuck lube ! Just spit on it and go slow." "You sure, babe ?" "Hell yeah. Just hurry up inside. Can't wait for you to fill me up..." Just thinking about Dayton inside of me gave me goosebumps. We didn't make love often, seeing how we rarely had enough time. It had been five or six months since last time. I couldn't wait to take him in. His glans brushed my anus and he pressed lightly. I was already opening up, if only a little. A droplet of saliva dangled down from his lips and fell cold on my ring, moistening the joint between our mating bodies. I felt my anus widening as he eased inside of me with the same slow vibe so unique to his lovemaking. Dayton was always smooth, cool when having sex. He'd call me 'baby' by pressing his lips to my ear and bring me to orgasm without breaking a sweat, just by teasing my sex until it exploded. When I took control, it was the other way around. I was impulsive and jumpy, I equated speed with skill. Making love with Dayton was so different from making love with Jason in that regard. Jason could do things slowly, but there was a hunger, a powerful lust underneath. Deet had none of that. He was a slow burner, a consistent lover. He kissed my back and grabbed my cock as I felt his throbbing penis lighting up my insides. He gestured his hand delicately, grasping pretty hard as he milked precum out of me. He was pretty deep inside of me and I felt my insides melt. "Oh Jesus Christ!" I sounded like a little girl as he manipulated me. His tongue left a wet trace behind as it ran up my neck and to my ear lobe. He talked in a low, quiet voice, his lips to my ear. "Oh baby..." His hands slid to my chest, holding my nipples. "You're such a fragile little boy." His hips flexed smoothly and he bottomed into me. He gyrated, scratching his few pubes on my ass. "Your tight little ass is so bubbly, so smooth." His tongue flicked over my ear and I shook violently. I was trembling. "Fuck me, please. Make love to me..." I rarely needed that so bad. I still desired Jason, but Dayton brought me back to when I was a little boy completely under Jason's spell. And now under his. His hips started waving and I felt him slide in to the base, then halfway out, then all back in; I squeezed him with my anus to thank him. Dayton growled with satisfaction. "My sweet boy sure knows how to use that ass..." Between my moanings and my breathings, I couldn't pronounce words. My body was acting on it's own, speaking with spasms and shivers, nods and shakings. Several minutes went by in a perfect silence, only the sound of our breathing polluting the air. He gracefully penetrated me, inoculated me with his flesh. A taste of him grew in my mouth and in my bowels, a deep boiling love erupted. My ass moved to meet his cock and he accelerated, taking out a bit more with each thrust. His tongue covered my ear as his hands slid to my sides. His face left the side of mine and he rose like a proud tower, above his bent knees. He slapped my ass nonchalantly, spitting again on his pistoning cock. He fucked me faster and harder, my hips strapped by his fingers, our ballsacks slapping, his muscles flexing, and yet he never did let go of his niceness. He was getting more intense, more loving, but not brutal. His breathing got quicker, shorter, and he throbbed inside of me while his fingers digged my ass cheeks. "I'm gonna cum baby, I'm gonna cum ! Are you close ? Are you there ?" "Nnnnnnggghh... Nah... t'can't seem to end !" "Want me to try harder ?" When I was 8 years old, hitting my prostate was so easy; Jason's cock was huge and I was small. Dayton didn't have this advantage. He usually made me cum just by fucking me slowly... but that wouldn't work this time. "Nnnnnnn... no!" He grunted a few times, taken by panic. "I can't stop !" "Cum! In me !" "Oh jeez..." His cock flexed in me a few times as he gyrated his hips against my ass, trying to find my sweet spot. No such luck. In a shocking move, his warmth left me, his penis sliding out, my asshole gaping open, asking to be fed. "Lemme try something. Lay on your back." As I turned over, he jumped off the bed and took off his shirt. When my back touched the sheets, he grabbed my legs and turned me towards him. He pulled my legs up, until my ass met his cock, and then swung his hips forward while still pulling on my legs. After several unsuccessful attempts, he finally hit my hole and slipped back in. He leaned toward me, a huge smile on his face, and just said "Hang on my shoulders !" Once I had a firm grip on him, his hands cupped my ass and back and he lifted me off the bed, his hard pole sinking into me. Now THAT was fantastic. It reminded me of the first time I made love with Jason. Our nipples grinded against each others, our naked arms, skin against skin, were sliding gracefully. Instantly, my ass bobbed up and down. "Oh yeah ! Oh fuck yeah ! Oh my God ! I'm gonna cum soon ! So soon !" "Me too, baby ! Kiss me..." Our lips locked and his hands shook my whole body. As I wiggled uncontrollably in his arms, his cock nested in my prostate, causing me to tense up, holding him airtight to my body. My insides went clenching around his penis, very violently, and I felt his cum shooting against my sensitive spot. Before I blacked out, I could only remember two things; the low, guttural scream I pushed upon cumming, the scream of a man, and the cum shooting out of his dick and inside of me, as well as out of mine and between our shaking bodies. ***---*** "So you guys have been together for a whole year ?! And you didn't tell me ?" "Dad... I don't need to explain why. Dayton already did that." "I would have never told anyone, Cody ! Why would I have done such a thing !?" "I loved Dayton. I wanted to respect him and his desire of no one knowing. I still love him to this day." "Cody... I don't question that. I don't want you to think that I am mad at you for preparing your life without me. And if things ever go sour with his parents, I will happily allow him to come and live with us. It's just that..." "That... ?" "Well, there's something I've gotta tell you, too, son." It tortured me to finally reveal this. But in the end, I tried to tell him so many times before, only to be denied the opportunity... it felt only normal for him to learn this in these circumstances. "You probably noticed that I've been trying to 'talk' with you as of late. In private. Yet you brushed off every single effort I made. But this is important, Cody. Nancy is pregnant." "She... what !?" "We have a kid on the way. You heard me right." "Why !? WHY !!? Why did you do that !?" For the first time in years, Cody was furious. Furious like a man. "You became increasingly distant... I thought that maybe I got too old, maybe you were sick of our twisted relationship, that maybe it brought you more regrets than joys. Everytime I tried to talk about it, you escaped. With Nancy, however, things were quite the opposite. We fell crazy in love for each other, moreso than ever... we wanted to take that relationship to the next level. And so, one night, it happened. We stopped using condoms. Bang. And she got pregnant first try." "I... don't know what to say." His voice was unnaturally low. He was sad and thoughtful: I was not accustomed to that sight. "It's okay Cody. You did the same thing with Dayton. We're not to blame. We're setting our lives up for the future. It's only normal. That we lasted so long is already a miracle." "I guess." He just shrugged, pensive. "So we're over ? It ends like this ?" "Seems like it. I certainly don't feel like making love anymore. Something changed. You are Dayton's boyfriend now. I'm sure your conception of who I am changed as well." "Yeah, you're right. I feel cold. I don't even have tears coming. It's so weird... boiling as I am, I thought that I'd be crying for days upon the end of us. But now that I'm there, I feel... nothing. I just..." He looked down a bit then looked back in my eyes. "I just want to kiss you one last time." I just nodded and his face approached mine. Our lips parted and my hands dug the car's seats... ***---*** My last kiss with Dad was a sloppy one, fueling much back-stroking and ass-groping. It was lyrical. Beautiful. But it still was the last kiss. It left me in need of affection more than anything else. I wanted to talk. Vince was in the first story bed, trying to sleep. I was doing the same thing in the second story bed. But it wouldn't come. "Vince ?" "You're not sleeping ?" "Nope. Neither are you." "Eh. I just can't." "Do you feel nervous about what did happen tonight ?" "Well... why would I ?" "Because Dayton told me why he did all this..." "Awwwww shoot ! I knew I'd get in trouble for that. Look, I was just trying to help and --" "No. It's okay. It's more than okay, in fact." I thought about Nancy's pregnancy and realised just how timely Dayton's coming out had been. "I wanted to thank you. I don't know how I'll ever be able to repay you. I'd do anything you want." I meant it from the bottom of my heart, even though I didn't know what Vince could possibly be missing. "You... seriously ?" "Yes." I heard him taking a deep breath. "Cody... can you promise me something ?" "Hmm ?" "I want you to promise you won't get mad at me for what I'm going to say." I didn't like where this was going, but I trusted Vince above anything and anyone else, bar maybe Dayton. Maybe. "Mkay. I'll stay calm. I promise." "You know... sometimes, I wish we would have been able to fool around like brothers often do. I am... I'm in love with Amanda, don't get me wrong -- it's just that sometimes I feel like I wanna try something with a boy. Lately you've been pretty open about what's going on between you and Dayton and it makes me feel like I wanna... But... nah, forget it. You are gay. It's not as if it was a sideline for you, too. I'm sorry I brought that up. I'm such a mess." I was floored. This was completely unexpected. I felt so confused. But it did not make me mad at all. "Are you telling me that you would like to have sex with me ?" "Well, kinda." "But... why me ?" "You're my brother ! Well, just like my brother. I trust you, I'd do anything for you, I... I... I love you, in a way." Those words meant the fucking world coming out of Vince's mouth. Little did I know the biggest shocker was still up and coming. "You also are the single most beautiful guy I've ever seen." I blushed as my penis engorged with blood. I only wore boxers, which I kicked off, and I climbed down the ladder on the side of the bed. "Cody ? What are you doing ?" When he saw my silouhette appear in the moonlight, he gasped. He couldn't say a thing as I slipped in his bed, visibly sporting an erection. I kissed his cheek while, under the covers, our bodies were sliding against each other. "It's okay. Dayton did it with one of his bros. While he was my boyfriend. He doesn't have to know about this... why don't you just kick those boxers off and roll on top of me ?" "I'm not wearing any boxers." "Then what the fuck are you waiting for ?!" "I can't move. This is way too surreal." "Oh to hell with that..." I crawled on him and our penises touched; holy cows! I don't think I ever felt a dick being that hard. It felt quite large, too. Just by being on top of him, I could feel his heart drumming away in his chest. "What makes you so excited, bro ?" His answer came out so rushed it seemed to be only one word. "Iwannakissyou." I pushed my red hair out of my face and looked at Vince. His Asian looks made him look even younger than he was, maybe 10 or 11. His dark brown eyes were pleading me to delay his pleasure no further. "Alright. Let's do this." As my lips delicately touched his, his arms wrapped around me and he brutally pulled me to him. His tongue fired out of his mouth and insistantly darted at mine. When I opened up, he almost raped my mouth with a passionate kiss, one of an intensity I had rarely seen. His hands slid to my butt with difficulty, pressing so hard the skin friction was hindering his movements. I shoved my tongue in his mouth, almost down his throat, and he squirmed under me. Our hips were put in motion by a strange energy, moving in rythm, our penises rubbing against each other's leaking precum. My hands slid up his body and to his head, which I held in both hands before roaming his hair. As he squeezed my ass, our kiss broke. Something was terribly wrong about this. He was almost hyperventilating. "Fuck. FUCK! That's way too intense..." I couldn't help but to agree. "Yeah, I don't know what's happening. Are you always like that in bed ?" "No. Get off me." I couldn't move, even when his arms released me. "GET OFF ME !" I quickly complied to avoid any more screaming in the middle of the night, but I had to force myself. Now at his side, I couldn't do anything. I couldn't speak. I couldn't move. I just breathed really slowly, trying to make sense of it all; but I couldn't think. "I'm sorry bro. I shouldn't have screamed at you." "What the fuck's happening, Vince ?" "I don't know. You felt it, too, didn't you ?" "The need ? Yeah. I did. It came from you, first, but then, when you enlaced me I just lost it." "Are you in love with me ?" The question came as a slap across the face. I couldn't understand what he was getting at: did he ask because I'm gay or did he ask because he felt something for me ? "What !? No ! No, fuck no ! What kind of question is that !? Are YOU in love with me ?" "Well, no, I wouldn't call it that..." "Call what what ?" "What I feel for you, it's not love but... it's so strong." "You're more than a friend for me, too. But... you're not my lover either." "I feel like you are my brother." "I do too, but brothers never do... whatever it is we just did !" "Well, they fool around." "They do, yes, but... that was something else. I think it scared us both shitless." "It scared me but I still want it to happen, deep inside. I wanna suck your cock so bad..." I blinked a lot, replaying the tape of the last few seconds in my head, a few times. I was so stunned I had to ask. "I beg your pardon ?!" "I'd like to put your cock in my mouth and suck on it. I can't help it." Fuck, I was so hard. I blew the covers off our bodies; well damn, he was still fucking hard, too. "Look, I don't know what the fuck is going on, but I just can't say no. So suck my dick. Now." "Just this one night..." Hearing that sentence ignited something inside of me. It was NOT wrong. There was something natural about this. As my brother moved towards my penis, I tried to convince myself that what was happening was right. "Yeah, just this one night..." His juicy, wet tongue splashed onto my dick and soon enough, his lips, his whole mouth danced on my boyhood. Vince sucked eagerly at first, with passionate movements and awesome slides of the tongue -- he was awesome, and I moaned like pornstar from his ministrations. But his rythm decreased with time and soon enough, he came to a halt. He laid his head on my hips. "Damn, you're good for a first timer !" "I don't like it much, though." "That's a damn shame. You have a lot of potential for cocksucking." By that point, we weren't shy anymore. We really felt like brothers fooling around. At least that's how I felt, that much I knew. It was bizarre. It was unexpected. But it sure was nice. He raised his head, looking at me with intrigued eyes. "Really ? The taste is terrible !" "Ohhh get out ! Cocksucking's my favorite thing !" He crawled up to me. "How about you show me how much you love it ?" "Sounds awesome. Have you ever skullfucked anyone ?" "You can't be serious..." "What ?" "You mean that you... I can fuck your face ?" "Fuck yeah. Unless your dick is mutant-big or something." "Well it's a bit big..." "I guess I'll just have to take a look." He laid on his back, next to me, and I went down on his chest, licking his nipples. "Ohhh fuck yeah... only dudes can know how good that shit feels..." I smiled coyly, knowing full well that girls could understand. It's just that most guys hate to refer to their chest as a breasts-bearing body part. They don't want to acknowledge that they've got a bit of a girly sex in them. I licked across his navel and encountered his cock, hard as a rock, sticking past his pubes. I gasped as I realized how big it was. I had seen Vince naked before, but he always was soft, or if he was hard, I didn't pay attention to it. What I had in front of me was probably seven inches and a half. And he was fourteen. What a great cock he would sport... "Jesus Christ, you're bigger than --" "I don't wish to know those details about your boyfriend, bro." I was glad he interrupted me, because I was about to drop Jason's name, or just "Dad". Which would have been awkward. "Sorry, it's just that... I rarely had bigger dicks in all my life. It's so long. Pretty thick, too." "Dude you gotta stop, you're making me blush." "Amanda was nuts to even THINK about leaving you." "Jeez... well, there's more than dick size to love..." "... obviously, because otherwise I'd be fucking crazy for you." We both laughed nervously at my terrible, terrible joke. "Still, you should be able to fuck my throat anyway. I'll tell you if it hurts." His cock flexed as I said that. "Really ? You sure ?" "Yeah, come on. I'm gonna sit on the edge of the bed and you'll stand up in front of me." He got out of bed and I sat on the edge, looking at his magnificient cock as it pointed straight at me. "Okay, here's how we're gonna do this. I'm gonna have one hand on each one of your legs..." As I placed my hands, I got all sorts of weird feelings -- it's been years since I last did that ! "... as you can see, they're pretty low, so you should still be able to move your hips to fuck my face. If they ever are too high, just push them down, I'll get the message. Now, the tricky part: I'll slap your legs to tell you stuff. If I slap your left leg, like this, it means to hold the back of my head with both your hands and enter my throat if you're out, or to completely draw out and release me if you're in. It's very important that you do this, cause otherwise, I will hurt and might even choke pretty badly. A little choking is good, but too much is bad. If, on the other hand, I slap your right leg, like this, it means to simply go gentler. If I'm not doing this, you can assume that you can fuck my face harder. When I do, it's up to you whether to comply or not, but bear in mind that if you just go rougher and rougher, I will, at some point, slap both your legs at the same time and if you don't stop everything at that point, I'll chew on your cock ! So... you ready ?" I looked up at him and he was immobile, his eyes as big as freaking saucers. "Well, what are we waiting for !?" "I'm so fucking nervous and excited right now but... go ahead." I opened my mouth and took an inch in, with no delay. It felt so weird to have a new cock in my mouth after all that time spent with only the same two. It had a nice girth, very distinctive from that of Jason or Dayton. I sucked lightly and went back and forth on the first few inches a few times, to get a feel of it in my mouth; once he'd be in to the base, I wouldn't have any time to guesstimate how wide I should open up to avoid scratching him with my teeth. He occupied quite a bit of space, which made me slightly nervous, but I wanted him in my throat so bad that there really was no going back. He was moaning already and I swung my head forwards, opening up. He slid in first try and as he had more or less half an inch in my throat, I slapped his left leg. "Oh my God, Cody..." He held my head in his hands and started pushing his way into my mouth, very slowly. I felt his dick sink down my throat, but he was moving too slow. It felt disgusting and ominous, as if a giant worm was raiding my insides, which is not exactly a turn-on. I quickly tapped his left leg and he let go of me. I quickly moved away from his crotch and catched my breath. "Awww man, I knew I'd do it wrong..." "You were too gentle !" "What do you mean, too gentle ?" "Imagine a big thing slowly descending in your throat... doesn't that sound, like, completely disgusting to you ?" "Oh... I see... Well, I was holding back not to hurt you but I guess I should do it quicker, then, right ?" "Yeah, but not too quick either -- start at medium pace, then as you go, increase your speed. Let's add one rule: if I slap your ass, it means I want you to go faster, okay ?" "Can we try again ?" "Sure thing. I'm hungry for more." I went down on his cock again, without even waiting for him to say something. "Damn you're so fucking awesome..." This time I went straight to the point and got him in my throat. I tapped Vince's left leg and his fingers roamed in my hair as he pushed his hips towards me. This time, the rythm was good; it felt like the nice, pretty big cock of the dude holding my head. As his pubes brushed my nose, I opened up my throat some more, shaking my head a little to ease him in. He quickly withdrew and plunged back in a bit faster. From peaceful roaming to fierce gripping, his fingers were battling my hair as he got to the actual fucking part. His movement range quickly got too large for his cock to remain nested in my throat all the time, yet he was still increasing his spped. I had trouble keeping up, so I tapped his right leg and he slowed down a bit, rocking five inches of cockin my mouth. What an obedient little boy. Seconds went by and my throat ajusted to his size. I had trouble with my air supply, but I'd last long enough to thrill him some more; I slapped his ass. Vince tensed, making all sorts of weird noises, and fucked my throat so fast that I gagged lightly. All the mucus in my throat rose up, filling the little amount of space left in my mouth, slimy as fuck, until I felt it it jetting out of my mouth along with his cock, covering my lips. dropping to my chin, sticking to his slapping ballsack. I felt dirty. I liked it. Apparently, so did my brother. "You're so gorgeous. This is -- AHHH! -- this is the best sex I've ever had..." He didn't even seem close to cumming, though, which was stunning, considering how close I was from just being his fuck tool. As he took a few more jabs at my jaw, I slapped his left leg. He rammed my throat twice before finally letting go of me. When I had worked his flesh out of me, I almost collapsed. My face was a mess and I breathed heavily. "Are you okay ?" I couldn't speak yet, I had to take more air. "Dude ? Dude !?" I looked up at him through my hair. "Your cock is FUCKING. AWESOME." I took a deep breath, opened my mouth and bottomed him in first thing. I was frenzied. Hungry for his dick. I shook my head against his crotch to take ALL of him inside, and then I twisted my neck, I turned my face to look at him with slutty eyes. His eyelids fell and his mouth went agape, lips trembling. When his eyes opened again, he looked straight into mine. "Cody... fuck... you're the sexiest thing alive..." I moaned and whined on his dick like a little girl, filled with lust and a strong desire to please. I always loved him like a brother but tonight, he became my brother. We shared a moment, an experience. We were not in love. But he trusted me enough to be his first gay partner. And I, on the other hand, was taking on my first asian cock. A fat, nice asian teen cock. Like Jason before him, he had his family link with me forged in hot sex. I could only hope that, unlike in Jason's case, it would remain an incident, a wonderful event. Pressed for air, I took his cock out. I breathed deeply and slowly, eagerly awaiting the moment I'd be ready to take him in again. Vince was doing pretty much the same thing. I wiped my lips with one of my hands and opened my mouth as wide as I could, swinging my head forwards. My face collided with his hips and I went back immediately. I took his whole dick out of my mouth and then rammed towards his hips once again. And once again, I went back as soon as he bottomed in. By now, he slid in my throat so easily that he could fuck me with the hole lenght of his dick. Drooling and drunk-looking, I gazed up. I had not felt that thrashy since... I can't even remember when ! "That's how I want you to fuck my face now. Fuck me with the whole thing." "You're un-fucking-believable." He grabbed my face roughly and I barely had the time to open my mouth before he jammed his penis in it. He was not holding back anymore, going with hard, quick, full thrusts. I felt heavenly as he jackhammered my throat away, but then the brutality of it all caught up with me. Gag reflexes that I thought were dead reared their ugly heads: he was going too fast for strokes this long. He was too much for me to handle, I was not ready for the mix of his cock and his intensity. I slapped his right leg, hoping for him to go gentler. Not quite. "Oh fuck! Cody! Please!" He breathed heavily as he pounded away. "I'm so close... just a little bit more, a little bit more, please !" Poor boy. It's so hard to stop when you're close. I tried my best to accomodate him, to hold out, but the situation became critical. I was low on air and he was so rough I could hardly breathe through my nose, and by hardly, I mean I couldn't. I slapped his left leg in panic. "Hold on! Almost there..." My head felt heavy and I started to drift away. I wanted him to cum, but I would not make it through in one piece ! My nose went leaking as he moved all the stuff in my throat towards my airways. Desperate and ashamed, I slapped both his legs at the same time, twice. "Ffffffffffffffffffffffffuckkkkkkkkk !" He pushed my head away from him swiftly and I fell on the bed, deeply breathing and spasming. "Holy shit ! Bro ! Bro !?" I couldn't speak as I started coughing. Vince rushed at my side, wiping my face with one of his hands. He held my shaking body in his arms. "Are you okay ?? Fuck, this is so terrible, I'm so sorry..." I felt so much love going on. I wanted him to cum. Inside of me. "It's... it's okay." I was still catching my breath. I had a few tears of fatigue in my eyes, and through them, I could see his worried face. Awwwww, he was so cute. I needed him to know I was not mad. I needed him to know the night was not over just yet. I stirred timidly at first and then finally gathered enough force to get on my knees. "I'm so sorry Cody, I couldn't stop, I was so --" He didn't seem to notice that as he talked, my face grew closer to his. I kissed his lips midsentence and his response was soft and sad. Our tongues twirled and swirled in a langourous tango. One of his hands reached out for my cock and he jacked me off slowly, running his fingers over the glans every now and then. I gasped in pleasure and his head titled away from mine. He looked at me, on the verge of tears, still stroking my dick. "I can't believe you forgave me so easily." "I know my brother would never hurt me." I meant it from the bottom of my heart and a tear slipped from his eyes. He smiled. "What can I do to make you feel better ?" "Take me." His hand stopped moving. "... I can't!" "Why ?" "We don't have condoms." "I'm not a girl and I've been tested for STDs; I don't have any. What about you ?" "You've been tested for STDs !?" "Hell yeah, several times. I'm gay, Vince. And you know that I've been quite wild when puberty started... I don't wanna take any chances. So I guess that means you've never been tested, right ?" "Well, lately, Amanda suggested switching over to the pill, so I had to be tested. I just never thought you would have been, too." "And, do you have STDs ?" "Nope, not any." He looked almost disappointed. "Then what's the problem ?" "I feel like I can't do this anymore. I don't want to hurt you again." I noticed he was completely limp now. "Vince..." I took his hand away from my genitals and held it in both of mine. "Do you want to make love to me ?" My voice trembled with emotion as I spoke. This moment was important. "Jeez, Cody..." He leaned in and kissed me sweetly, caressing my arms. "Yes. I do. I feel bad about it. But I do." He was not lying. Just bringing up the idea made him hard again. "Why do you feel bad about it ?" "I don't want to fall in love with you." "Wouldn't this already be done by now ? Wait here." He I kissed his cheek and dropped out of the bed. I climbed up the ladder and opened that little box of mine that Jason gave me when I was ten. It had a dial lock and I used to put everything confidential in that box and keep it by the bedside. I stored my AstroGlide there, amongst other things. I took the bottle out and made my way back to Vince's bed. I gave him the lube. With a dick such as his, I'd need it. I laid down on the bed, folding my legs and waiting for him to do something. "I can't ! The feeling's just not there ! Why do you wanna do give me the greatest joy there is ?" "Don't you want to leave a part of you inside of me ? Don't you wanna make me smile ?" As if hit by a sudden resolve, he opened the bottle and poured a glob of lube on my ass. Finally, he understood what was going on ! He pushed with his finger and it went straght in. "Wow ! That stuff's slippery as fuck !" "Told ya so. Now hurry up and twist that finger inside !" His wiggled and turned his digit inside of me and already I felt much pleasure. "Ok, stop. I'm ready." "I'd only do that to you, Cody. Only to... my brother." He poured some lube on his hands, coated his cock with it and pressed on my anus with his glans, arching over me. His eyes went shut as he sank in me. Despite how large he was, he penetrated me effortlessly. "Ohhhhhhhhh... you're so comfortable..." Comfortable ? Well, it was the first time I heard that one ! I guess I wasn't as tight as I used to be. He had about six inches in when he met resistance. Once again, just like with Jason, the last inch would be a problem. But this time around, I could handle it. "What should I do now ?" "Push it in." "Oh God." He flexed his hips towards me, increasingly hard, and I became aware of parts of me which I rarely felt. Last time someone that long went in me was in that parking lot with Joey; his favorite client had quite a huge cock. I was glad I tagged along, even if only once, to feel such a monster in my ass. The guy clocked in slightly above nine inches ! He told me I was the youngest boy to have ever been able to take him all; I won't lie, it did hurt, but I was so fucking proud it was not even funny. I was eleven. I wanted attention. This time around, though, it didn't hurt when the pubes tickled my ass. Vince had his whole 7.5 inches in me and I was not doing it for attention. I did it for love. A different kind of love. He was breathless. "I can't believe you took it all. I feel so good inside of you." "As I feel good with you in me." He collapsed on me and kissed me hungrily. So hungrily, in fact, that he got so messy and wide in his kissing that he eventually slid off my lips and on my neck. I felt smoking hot and so, so happy and giddy. "Fuck me, big boy." He rose up from me and pistoned his awesome cock into me promptly. He gave me long, generous strokes, ranging from the base to the tip of the glans, at a rate of 2 or 3 thrusts per second. I was in heaven, moaning at every bucking of his hips, and my ass gripped his dick rythmically, which apparently pleased him. "Oh my God... work that ass on me lil brother..." Little ? How the fuck would we know !? I don't even know my real birth date ! But I guess that my constant refusal to be a man and the fact the he was top, and I was bottom, kinda sealed it. I loved it. I looked at him with fire in my pupils, clenching my love canal with much gusto. "Oh I need to cum sooooooooo bad, I'm gonna cum so much..." His fucking got all whacked-out, his thrusts coming from all sorts of weird angles. And he found my prostate. I tensed up and screamed silently, mouth wide open, my eyeballs ready to jump out of their socket. If our parents had not been in the house, I would have made enough noise for the neighbours to call the police. I nodded frenetically for my big bro to understand that I wanted more of that. "So you like that, huh ?" I nodded even faster. "Well, me too." He grinded his dick against the little hard spot. I violently enlaced him as I spasmed all over. When I regained consciousness, I had a warm feeling in my bowels and my big brother's tongue shoved deep in my mouth. My belly and chest were soaked with my own cum, spreaded around by the friction of Vince's own upper body, sliding on mine. We finished kissing, which felt like an eternity, and then I pushed him off me. The bed was a mess. "That won't happen again, will it ?" "I don't know. I don't think so." "Did you enjoy it ?" "Yeah. My favorite part was the facefucking but then I had to do it all wrong." "It was not your fault. I was too ambitious." "I feel so weird." "Yeah, me too." "We should go take a shower right now." "What !?" "Trust me, you don't want the scent of dried cum to linger in a room." "Do you have any clue what time it is ?" "No, and I don't care. Hurry up." "It's 2:00AM !" "Do you want your mom to know we had sex ?" "She probably already has a clue." "What are you talking about ?" "We were quite noisy." "We could have been figthing. Brothers do that, too." "Hmmm... I guess you're right. But we never did that before." "We never fucked before either ! There are firsts for everything. Come on ! Let's shower." "What about the bed covers ?" "That's the reason why we fought." "What !? What are you talking about ?" "I had hot sex with Dayton on your bed, you noticed when you tried sleeping in it, turned mad and we fought. Got it ?" "You..." A smile grew on his lips. "You're a fucking awesome brother." When we showered, the sex was off. When we got back in our room, I suggested that he came over and slept in my bed, since his was such a mess. He accepted. We slept side-by-side. No sexual tension. What's more, it lended credibility to our whole story and would explain us getting out of our room to take a shower in the middle of the night: that would have been the agreement we would have came to, on condition that we were both clean. Or something like that. Anyway. Selling the story the next day wasn't so easy, and we had to twist our versions a little bit, but it was worth it. Even Jason bought it in the end. Vince and I felt so fucking awesome about that. We'd have to fool them more often -- it was hilarious. We just had to find less awkward things to hide. But we wouldn't get the opportunity. A bleeding Dayton came home on a heated-up Friday evening. An evening which would change my whole life. ***------******------*** ***---EPILOGUE---*** ***------******------*** Ian stepped into the room. I had been waiting for this moment for years. "You look like your father, you know that ?" "CODY!" He ran to my side, picking up my hand as soon as he could. I couldn't get out of that damn bed, so I just looked at him as he fondled my old fingers. "I'm glad that you came. I don't know how much longer I'll be able to pay to stay alive -- or just stay alive, for that matter. I felt I had something on my chest, one last thing I had to say before I depart..." "Cody ! Don't talk about that... I barely know you !" "Ah, yes, I've been pretty distant from you during all my life. It's not your fault. You led a great life and made your Dad proud. And it's not over yet. I'm sure he's watching you from above. Tell me what does that put you at ?" "Fifty. Time flies by." "Oh yes it does. And those coming years are gonna be hard. Take it from me ! The road from 50 to 60 is a bumpy one. And after 60 it just keeps getting worse. At 50 I was still in shape. Now I'm 65 and look at me... But eh, enough about the sad things. I got enough of that when Dayton died in that accident three years ago. I still wish I died with him..." "CODY!" "Oh my, excuse me. Love does that to you when it's ripped away. Tell me, Ian, what do you know about me ?" "What do you mean ?" "Well, what did he tell you about me ? I'm sure he mentioned me a couple of times..." "Well he did tell me that he adopted you." "Did he tell you how ?" "No. He always talked about you in flattering ways, but it rarely meant anything." "Ah. I see." I swallowed my saliva. "Ian, my brother," As I said that, I felt tears coming. "there are some things which you should know now." "Cody... you are crying..." "Ah, yes, look at me going ! I'm sorry, but see, there are some things I must know, too. Some things which have been hurting me for a long time. I won't be able to rest until I... finish that business." "You can ask me anything, Cody. Anything." "You are..." My voice strangled. "... an angel. For you to still pay attention to me after I left you in the dark for so long, I shall be eternally grateful." "But why did you leave ? Why have you been avoiding us ? Avoiding me ? Everytime I had a chance to meet up with you, I've found you fascinating. Everyone liked you; mom, dad, Vince... everyone! Yet no one seemed to know why you were avoiding us. There was only Dad who always told us not to judge you. Cody... why was it that way ?" "There was a secret in that family, Ian. A secret between your Dad and me." "What... what kind of secret ?" He was shivering now. "Jason picked me up from the streets when I was eight years old. One fine morning, after several months spent on the road, running away from the orphanage where I was abused by a teenager, I ended up in Jason's neighbourhood. I stole food from the grocery store and I was running, trying to find a place to hide myself. My clothing was old, inadequate, I smelled from miles away... he couldn't stay indifferent to that sight. He convinced me to go to his place so we'd look at some sort of solution for me. By that point, I was sure he'd ask me to have sex with him." "Oh no... don't tell me that..." "We're not there yet, Ian. Several men did that to me before. I had been able to survive out there because, at 8 years old, I already was a whore ! It was survival. One fuck session here to spend the night inside, one blowjob in a car there to get from point A to point B. I needed to stay on the run, I knew that. But I was sick of it. Yet Jason swore he wouldn't do anything to me." "Thank God." "Wait before cheering up, Ian. His resolve was there, but your Dad still loved little boys." "No... no that can't be true !" "He did me times and times again, I should be able to tell !" "You... You are lying ! Why would you say such things after all he did for you !!?" He was enraged. I expected that. "You can deny all you want, it's the truth. Your Dad loved little boys AND a few women. When I crash-landed in his life, he was single and desperate. I was the biggest joy he had in all his life, at that point. But every night, I slept on the sofa, in the living room, but I would hear sounds coming from his bedroom. Once, I sneaked to take a listen, and I recognised the sounds: he was jacking off, whispering my name." "No... it can't be. My dad wasn't such an asshole ! I don't want to believe that !" Ian started crying, filled with rage. He didn't know if he should hit me or damn his father. He didn't know who to believe anymore. "Your father was an extraordinary man. You should not be enraged at him." That comment just enraged him further, but for different reasons. Now, he just couldn't understand what I was trying to say anymore. "I... I just don't get it ! What are you getting at ? What do you mean !? What's the point of all this !??" "Your Dad never raped me. I went to him." His eyes suddenly beamed into mine. "You what ? How... You were eight years old ! does that make any sense ?" Tears welled up my eyes. "Sex was all I knew back then. He was making my life a paradise, a perfect thing. But my presence tortured him. He wanted me. I could not let him suffer. So I offered myself to him. I insisted. And he eventually he gave in. It started with just strip teases and felt really weird, but we eventually touched each other and then... things took a wild tangent." I looked at Ian and he was crying so much he couldn't speak. His mind was probably void anyway. "I was not able to love anyone. The first boy who raped me, at the orphanage... he destroyed me. The men which followed sucked all the life and love out of me. But Jason was in love with me. He loved me, from the bottom of his heart. And at one point, we made love... but I don't mean that we fucked. We made love, we had feelings while doing it. It was so good that we spent the next few days only doing that. I believe he was on a vacation back then. But as we drank each other, as our love overwhelmed us, we understood it wouldn't last. The age difference would hinder us. I was a little boy. I needed a father. I needed a mother. I needed to go to school. We agreed that we wouldn't be able to stay on our own." "So this is why he ended up with mom ? To fetch a mother for you ?" His whole life was being destroyed. He was starting to understand, but he was so beaten up he couldn't care anymore. His voice came through the cries. And mine was now calm. I knew we inched closer to a better part for him. "Not quite... Has Jason ever told you how he met Nancy ?" He just nodded. "Well then that's it. He met her while going through the hoops, while attempting to adopt me. He thought she was hot, intelligent, likeminded, she had a son the same age as me so she was a confirmed-as-competent mother. So he tried his best to get her. And he did. Behind the scenes, we still were the real lovers in the house, though. We still made love as soon as we could... but that changed over time. On the one hand, the more he spent time with her, the more Jason was falling in love big time for Nancy. On the other hand, Nancy was a wonderful mom, so I couldn't really hold a grudge. I transitionned into puberty with a lot of problems. I developed a proper libido and got more self-aware. I understood 'sexy'. I wanted to stay candy-cute all the time to still attract Jason, my lover. That got me into all sorts of other things with girls, but mostly boys from school, as well as a few adults. Soon enough, despite my best efforts to be the sexiest thing around, Jason turned me down more often than he agreed to have intimate time with me and I searched for comfort and validation in everyone else's arms. Until I hit 13 years old. That's when I met Dayton. For the first time since I was eight, I fell in love again." "This is unbelievable." "I know... but it's not even over yet. Dayton is... WAS black. He thought his parents would have kill him upon learning he was gay -- in the end, the day he made his coming out, they threw him out of home, his father running after him down the street with a knife ! He reached our place bleeding. We knew that he'd have to stay with us now. So, you know, it's a no-brainer why our relationship remained secret for roughly one year. During that one year, I turned Jason down more often than I agreed to have intimate time with him. The roles were reversed." "You and Dad kept on..." "Yes. I couldn't tell him about Dayton. I didn't want him to understand what was going on, either, because... I still loved him. I always did. Yet, my absence led him closer to Nancy... and that is how you were conceived. As soon as he knew about Nancy's pregnancy, he started acting up with me. He always said we'd have to talk. I never really wanted to. I thought he would want to break up. Even though he had morphed into my father, he was poisoned to remain, in my heart, forever, the man who taught me how to love, my one true, original lover. It was tough. But then Dayton made a man of himself and finally agreed to come out of the woodworks with our relationship. That forced me and Jason to talk. And I learnt about you." "Oh my God... I understand why you went away now." "Yes. I was uncomfortable around you. Your arrival was both a tragedy for me and a perfect event for Jason." "You must hate me..." "No. I turned the hate upon myself. Dayton was there for me, and unbelievably, we stayed together until death tore us apart. He was a wonderful lover, he kept me alive and happy. Ever since he is gone, those last three years, I lived with only sorrow and regret, trapped in my memories, tortured... by my secrets." I exploded in a fountain of tears which could barely flow from my dry eyes. My whole body was shaking and crisping with anger and pain. Ian's hand touched my forehead, stroking my fuzzy white hair. He was crying, too. "I couldn't look at you because you reminded me of my mistakes, because you were the proof I wasted Jason's time. I don't hate you, Ian. But I am ready to bet you do hate me..." "Cody... Without you, Dad wouldn't have met Nancy ! Without you, I wouldn't even be ! As far as the... 'two of you' are concerned, he was the adult. He should have stopped it. You can't be held responsible." "For many years I felt miserable. I left with Dayton as soon as we could, especially since his parents kicked him out and the house was not big enough for us to live our intimacy: we shared our bedroom with Vince, so... in the name of love, I had to leave. And please, don't blame Jason for anything... I saw Jason taking care of you as a baby, then as a young boy. I saw what a real father was. It made me mad, insane. But... it was not your fault. He... I've been wanting to know this since forever... he never touched you, did he ?" "Dad ?! No, never. I can't even imagine him attempting..." "Ah! I knew it !" I grasped his hand harder, trying to temper the pain which built up from inside. "If I didn't trick him to touch me, what would I have gotten ? I never believed he could be happy by ignoring his desires, but you're the proof I was wrong. I failed him." "It was not your fault, Cody. It was not your fault... for all I know Jason was a happy man. Everytime he talked about you he had a large smile on his face. On his death bed, he wanted to see you. You made him happy. I don't care if it was wrong or not; we're alright, we're all good." He was very agitated by now. "On his death bed you say ?" "Yes. We tried to reach you, but you were on a trip in Japan wih Dayton. Your cellphone was not responding." "I had lost it. At least I didn't miss the funeral. But it doesn't matter anymore, now." My eyes closed and my lips trembled and twisted. I wanted to laugh, I wanted to cry, I wanted to smile and I wanted grimace all at once. So many problems were untied at the same time, my old, broken frame could barely manage. "What do you mean ?" "Ian, with your blessing and the certitude I didn't harm Jason with my foolishness, I feel like departing is easier. I can finally stop fighting." Ian's hand squeezed mine hard. "There's so much I'd like to know now... you can't leave. Not now." "It's not like I'm gonna die in the next minute. But please understand that an old man who can't walk anymore and whose days are full of pain might want to leave while he, for the first time in years, can find peace in his heart and soul." A long silence followed. He was not ready to accept that still. Predictably, he evaded the statement by going down another alley. "Have you ever met Dad again after you went away with Dayton ?" "Well apart from the few family reunions we had and to which you too attended... yes, sometimes we met. Just the two of us. To talk. He knew why I kept away from you, and even though he disagreed, he remained respectful of my decision. He still tried to bring me back to the family. Which is why I attended a few reunions here and there but... after every one of these, I'd feel like a piece of shit. Sometimes, when we met, he would also bring your mother along with him. It was always a joy to see her, although, of course, our discussions would be quite different in her presence. I pretended my work as a scientist kept me far too busy. In some way it did, but never as much as I liked to pretend." I marked a pause. "Ian... I understand your desire to learn more. I thought about you all my life. And everytime we met, I tried to give you something. But I never could. I started writing a diary when I learnt you would be gracing this earth. Something which talks about the past. About Jason. About me. About Vince. About Nancy. I wrote my whole life down for you, Jason's flesh. I wish I could give it to you today, but after the accident, I never thought I'd see you again. So I got it locked up in a vault, at the bank. You are set to inherit it when I will pass away. But, seeing how you are here..." "... could I go and fetch it ?" "Yes. Yes. But let's do that tomorrow. All this talk and all these emotions got me pretty tired. What's more, it's getting late. Can you be back tomorrow ?" His eyes lit up. "Yes ! Of course ! I'll call Rachel to warn her, I'll take a day off at the job and I'll sleep in a motel. I'll be back tomorrow morning, I swear." "Hmmmm... Ian ?" "What is it ?" "Thank you for coming here. You are the only thing colourful in my life as of right now. Every time I am back at the hospital, like now, I wonder if it's gonna be my last time. I called you because I feel this is it. The doctors are not very optimistic. I've... Ian, I've got cancer. Real bad. Scattered across my body. My regrets were the last thing giving me the energy to fight. I'll try my best but... I don't think I am still going to be alive by tomorrow morning." "No... no. NO! Cody! We just made peace -- don't you wish to know more about me ?" "I know almost everything about you... just because we didn't talk doesn't mean Vince and I didn't keep up. Don't you find it strange I was able to call you on your cellphone after all these years ? I never had your number. Vince gave it to me." "So... Vince knew ?" "No, he didn't know anything. And I don't want him to know. It would just be unnecessary torture. He just could see in my eyes that... there was a very good reason for me to stay away. Vince was like that. He could know how deep my wounds were just by looking at me. He thought this wound was too bad for even him to dabble his fingers inside -- he would not be able to fix it, he'd just stain himself. But I told him his presence made me feel better, and it was true. So we kept contact and he never told anyone. He's the best brother in the world, and I stayed closer to him than to any friend I ever made. When Amanda left him for good and he took a week off in the Bahamas, he was not alone -- I was with him for the whole week. A lot of things happened during that week. But we were just that intense. Whereas I met with Dad once every two years or so, I met with Vince once a month or more." "He's always been very caring. But I can't believe he... leaked my life away." "Your wife Rachel, your kids, Sally, Michael and Billy, your fight for Billy's survival during his illness -- that anonymous check, by the way, well that was me. I also know you work in the videogames field -- I even played all of the games you designed before the accident. You've got a lot of talent. I know everything about you. When I told you that you led a great life and made your dad proud, I was not kidding. I know that for a fact. I always wanted to know you. But I thought I was not worthy of you. You are Jason's real flesh. I am but an impostor. I was important to him, but for different reasons. Reasons which were taboo, hidden and... should have been dirty, even though we never really envisioned them as such, apart maybe at the end, during the last year we spent as a couple." "What was it like to be in love with Dad ?" I raised an eyebrow. "Why would you want to know that ?" "You keep talking about a 'couple', but I don't... I can't understand how that would work." "It might underwhelm you, but really, we did the same things any other couple would do. It's even scarier now that I am sitting at the other end of my life. He would get back from work, or I would get back from school, and we'd tell each other how our days played out. We'd sit in front of the TV, play some videogames... generally I'd end up laying on top of him and he'd stroke my hair. He'd tell me how beautiful and lovely I was and I'd do the same. Sometimes our love would grow so big that we'd passionately kiss right there. And sometimes our kissing got so intense that it devolved into sex, mostly oral. Then we'd eat. Some meals would be more special, more intimate... romantic, even. But most of the time it was only the usual. Then I'd do my homeworks and he'd assist me. Before I had homeworks, I'd play videogames while he'd read some books. We'd go to bed and we'd have sex. Every night. All sorts of sex. Sometimes the full course, sometimes just messing around. We even tried a few fetishes. We'd kiss before goodnight. Then the next day we'd do that again. Just being near each other filled our hearts with joy and love. We were made for each other." Ian looked crushed by the tale. He was in disbelief. "But then, when mom dropped in your lives..." "Well, at that point, we had to find a code. Vince hates sports, but I love them. So Jason would pretend to bring me to some park and play ball, jog or stuff like that. But in reality the car took us far away from home, near a village which was 45 minutes away. There was a forest there, in which some houses were supposed to be built, but the development project aborted. There were roads, but no houses. We'd go as far into the forest as the roads would allow us, and we'd have our couple routine in the car. We'd talk, tell each other how much we missed the other, how big our love was. Then we would take off our clothes and make love sweetly. As I grew older, the intensity of our lovemaking also got up a few notches. And then... Dayton happened. And our escapades 'to the park' got increasingly rare. During that year, when we met up, we were both so sex-crazed for each other that we'd skip straight to the lovemaking. I'd ask him to do me rough so that my aching body would be a reminder of him." "I..." He didn't know what to say. So did I. "You must understand, Ian. It's still very new to me, too. I've never said those things to anyone before. Why do you wish to learn these things if they hurt you so bad ?" "I don't know. I want to uncover the whole truth. It's so weird for me to hear those things without a single tone of regret." "Your father and I had a real love relationship, but we were no fools. We knew it had to end. It was better for me, better for him and... better for you, too. I had Dayton, he had Nancy and you... well, you didn't need to learn any of that while still a kid. But I was never able to come back in time, for the reasons I already told you. But now I've got your forgiveness. And from what you've told me, Jason never really held a grudge against me either. It doesn't make my behaviour any better, but it brings me peace of mind, in a way. That's why there's no regret. That's why I'm not bitter." "Why did you call me here ? Why did you tell me all this ?" "I wanted you to understand why I was not there, by your side. I wanted you to know how much I cared about you. Also... you are Jason's gift to mankind, Ian. Of all the people on Earth, if there was one person who had the right to learn the truth, it was you. Think about it for a moment: you would have went in the grave not knowing one of the most important episodes in your father's life. You would have never learned how he saved me. I couldn't let that happen." "Saved you ? You mean... by picking you up the streets ?" "He saved me from the streets, but more importantly... he saved me from myself. I rediscovered love through him. He built me a family, he changed his whole life for me. And then he did it again for you. Some people might disagree with how he helped me but... it was I who went there." Ian looked at me with compassionate eyes. I think he understood, now. "Ian... your Dad was a great man who did things not a whole lot of other men would ever do. I wanted you to know he's been an angel for me. If there was no sex in this tale, I would have told everybody about it. But as it stands, there was only one person in the whole world who really needed to know... who really could understand. That was you." I grimaced with pain. This was really draining me. "Thank you, Cody." His hand caressed my face. "Thank you so much. I hope you are still here tomorrow. I will let you rest for now." "You are kind, Ian. And a good man. Let's see if we can talk again tomorrow." "Yeah. G'night Cody." "Goodnight to you, too." As Ian walked away, I felt inside that I would not survive the night. It was better that way, anyway. Those things I wrote would tell him more than the ramblings of an old man. I had problems to only maintain my dignity, to not show how much I did physically hurt. The accident was bad. The cancer was the last nail. Now that I dealt with my past, the coffin was ready to be shipped. I closed my eyes, knowing very well that I'd either never open them again, or only open them to die. And a smile settled on my face. Thank you, Jason, for such a wonderful life. ------------------------- FOOTNOTE : This is it. It was hard to put an end to this story, but it is done. If there are episodes of Cody's life that you'd like to know about and were not documented in Twisting Angels, I am considering making a series called Cody's Chronicles. It would be "excerpts" from Cody's diary, the one he gives to Ian will inherit. So send me suggestions, timeframes or ideas at junkies.in.the.sky@gmail.com . I might chronicle one of Cody's moments just for you ! Also, let me state once again that if this story awoke feelings in you that you think you'd like to discuss with me, I'd be more than happy to read you, so email away at the aforementioned address.