Date: Tue, 10 Nov 2015 14:09:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: Stuart Stemple <wvotterdad@yahoo.com>
Subject: SF-fantasy Cody 10

Cody 10


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Dat ass.


He had kissed me, and turned around to the fireplace while he dropped trou,
and I caught my breath.  Wide vee of his torso, his hair pattern bisecting
it down his spine, blooming out over the top of his ass cheeks.  Firm and
muscular, dimpled, coated in wisps of thick, dark hair against alabaster
cheeks, all pointing from his hips into his ass crack.  Of course, the
inside of his thighs were wet with Cody juice.  My dick was standing tall,
throbbing in the skin, belching out dollop after dollop of clear lube,
wanting. I could look at those spectacular glutes all night fucking long
but, I could also smell IT.  Between those fuzzy cheeks was Cody hole, and
he himself had said it was hungry, wanting me to fill it.  The scent wafted
to me on the night breeze, dark, wet, inviting.


Before we did anything else I wanted to taste him.  I reached up and
pressed forward on his shoulders.  He spread his legs slightly and bent at
the waist, grabbing his knees.  There it was - a ridged slot contracting,
pulsing.  Dark brown, with pink showing when it flowered open, kissing the
air. Holy fucking shit. I put my face between his cheeks and inhaled his
aroma, sweat, musk, hunger, need, deference, desire, and that locker room
scent he exuded that compelled me to want to bury myself in him and hold
him tight while I occupied him and made him feel good.  I had an almost
uncontrollable compulsion to elicit happy Cody sounds with him impaled on
my dick, which he had expanded and made extra needy.  I was so sensitive I
felt like my gonads were actually vibrating.


I leaned down low and licked his nuts, and he ground back at me, putting my
nose right on target and I inhaled great heaving breaths of Cody hole,
tasting the fluid dripping out of him on his testicles. Tangy, slick, wet,
sort of like precum but deeply sensual, enticing, inspiring, musky, filling
me with need for him.  My face was already soaked and I hadn't touched his
hole with my tongue.  I'd be happy to wear this shit in my moustache all
day long, just to grin on an inhale.  He was quietly moaning and rocking
himself back at me.  I was going to have him take a seat on me and
realized... he could be better pleasured if he were on his back.  I drilled
my tongue into him and he keened.  I pointed my tongue and he fucked his
hole back on it, allowing himself to loosen and relax around my probing,
kissing me with his hole, expanding and contracting involuntarily. I ran my
fingers over those taught globes and felt the goosebumps while he whined.
Cody was a total ass monkey.  He LOVED having his hole worshipped.  Lucky
man, and I wasn't referring to him.  I'm fucking selfish.  And I was
hungry, getting hungrier.  I ran my hands up his back while I sucked on his
hole and it pulsed under my lips.  He was openly groaning now.  He was
sweaty, and I could smell his armpits from down here, surrounded by these
fucking hairy globes of paradise.  When I pulled back to look at him, the
stream of precum pouring out of him had pooled on the patio below us into a
fucking puddle at least a foot in diameter.


I leaned in and took long tongue swipes up his ass trench, licking up the
sweat along with ass drool.  I grabbed his nuts and yanked.  He cried out
and more precum poured out of him.  He had started to shake with the
feelings coursing through his body, and I had a feeling there was more than
one need building.  He was all pulsing hole now, his slot grasping air,
dripping, opening ridged lips and closing them wetly... wanting.  Needing.


Yeah, Cody was a bottom.  to the core.  literally.


I took a finger and ran it between his legs lightly from his balls to just
below his hole and he whined, moving his ass down, hoping for contact on
his sensitive lips.  I teased him, running it around the opening, not
touching it.  He gyrated, hoping for contact but I kept it out of his
reach.  I added another finger to the game, running up and down his ass
trench teasing him, making goosebumps rise all the way up his back.  He was
humping back at my hands but they remained out of reach of his hole.  He
was grunting now... but still not pleading.  Finally, shaking, barely able
to stand, he raised up and turned.


And punched me squarely in the face.


His dick was painfully hard, I could tell.  His face and chest were red,
flushed.


He wasn't mad.  Just sex-frustrated.


I fully admit that was the goal.  I wanted him turned up.  Never wish for
something you can't handle.  I felt my jaw.  That hurt, a little.  His
moans were worth it.


His eyes went wide when he realized what he had done, and he reached down
and touched my face.  Oh.  Cody could heal.  No more pain.


I snickered and grinned up at him.


"It's fun making you feel good, Code."


"It's fun punching you in the face, Stuart."


"Prick."


I fell back in the chair belly laughing.  I couldn't stop.  I had tears in
my eyes, and could barely see.  He was staring at me, sort of pissed.  Then
he started.  Ended up falling into the chair next to me hiding that
beautiful ass of his, and just heaved in laughter, his abdomen tight as a
drum and he was fucking howling.


The dog sat straight up between us, ears cocked, trying to figure out what
in the fuck her stupid humans were doing.


I wasn't going to make fun of Cody's happiness, his desire, his need.
Never, but his demands, yeah, that was fair game.


"Buddy, the way you wag that tail when you're hungry is fucking awesome."


"Look at you, asshole, your stick is still drooling over the idea of being
in it."


I looked down and it was almost like a caricature of a dick drawn in
fantasy.


" It's NOT my fault!,"


"You're the one that showed me that fine ass!!!"


"You're the one that remade it!"


"And who the fuck is responsible for THIS SHIT?"  I pointed to my now
overly large uncut dick, pouring out preseminal fluid all over the fucking
chair, the patio, throbbing, hoping to be encased in something warm.


"I'm hurting here!!"


He broke into another round of belly laughs.


"Me, too, Stu," he snorted between gasps of air.


"Look."


He pointed to his chest.


I did.


The areolas were pulled in tight and his nipples were as small as I had
seen them since we... changed him.  His pecs on the other hand were
ballooned, large, taught, full of fluid.


"You realize what will happen if I so much as taste one drop of that shit,
right, Code?"


"Yep."


"How are you holding back?  It looks painful."


"It is. A pleasant kind of pain, sort of."


"I don't know how I'm locked up like this."


"I just sense you... aren't... ready yet, I guess."


I suddenly became the protective Daddy.


"Sport, can I get you anything to make you comfortable?"


He grinned.  "Sure as shit big guy," staring at my dick.


"Not ready yet.  Can you handle drinks without, ... you know?"


"Yep.  No pain, no gain."


Didn't I know that, remembering the sock on the jaw.


Two minutes later there was a small tray with ice in glasses, a bottle of
bourbon, and an ashtray.  One of my rarely smoked cigarettes in it, a
lighter beside it.


"Cody?"


"I don't know how.  I just know."


I had thrown two more split pine logs on the fireplace.  My dick was still
rock hard and aching, and from the looks of Cody, he was sort of relishing
holding back, dick still leaking, covered in Cody spew.


He looked good.


I wanted to fuck him so badly.


Make him whine, and if he wanted, make him hurt, bruise him, do anything he
fucking needed.  And more of it, until he sighed and said "wow."


"So you know when I taste you I will be lost to you, right?"


"Yep."


"Before it happens, do you have any conditions?"


"None."


"Cody."


"No.  We've already established the fact that if you break me you can fix
me."


"And I'm not that fragile."  His arms tensed, even though he was slung down
low in his chair enjoying the firelight.


"I get that."


"So permit me to be the one that's scared."


His head turned to the side facing me like it was on a swivel with rubber
bands attached to it, bouncing a little as he regarded me in the flickering
light.


"You won't hurt me.  You can't, big man."


"Wh..."


"I mean you are incapable."


"you might love me."


Well fuck that shit.


I got up and walked away, sat in a chair in the dark on the front porch.
Naked, dick throbbing, needing Cody, listening to the river falls in the
canyon below.


Denying.


FUCK that.


No.  Not again.  NEVER again.  NO.


sniff.  I felt her nose against my leg.  30 seconds later I heard wood
being dropped on the hearth, a match, and within a minute, a fire lit up in
front of me.


I was sullen, pissed, and moving quickly to right out balls to the wall
anger.


"It was that intense, hunh?"


"You have no fucking idea."


I stared off at the far rim of the canyon silhouetted by the stars.  I
sulked.


He was very kind.  He let me sit, review decades of carrying a frail man
from his hospital bed to a bench in the shower, washing him, feeding him
when he couldn't use his arms, dressing him, helping him talk again after
four years, walking around the block when he could manage it finally.
Celebrating little things like being able to make his own breakfast. He let
me remember the two of us scaling cliffs and sitting by campfires before he
got sick, and he allowed me the time to bury him again.


A glass arrived at my side, and the little ashtray with the unsmoked
cigarette.  The door seals hissed open, and closed.  The dog snuggled up by
my feet.


Cody knew the desolation... the deep sense of loss, the indignation, the
anger, the rejection of people... I had shown it to him.  He knew there was
not a goddam thing he could say in consolation, and he had fucked up.  He
mentioned love and me in the same sentence.


I watched the flames flicker and listened to the river, the dog snoring at
my feet.  I lit the smoke and inhaled tobacco.


I raised the glass and tilted it, tasting apples.  I listened hard, stood
up, walked to the rail and cocked my head, straining... I could hear the
falls I had only dropped through twice, once on a bet, once on a bet with
myself.


They will chew you up and spit you out a dead human.


Nobody drops those falls.  I ended up both times five feet below the water
kicking my ass back, pointing the front of the boat to the sky and BOTH
times it seemed as though the dropping water helped me get the ass end of
the boat down and the front pointing skyward and I popped out like a cork,
emerging on writhing froth, whooping to myself, wondering if I really
wanted to be buried in the backwash and drown.


I hadn't, even if it WAS a death wish.


The memories only go so far, and I was being supremely emotionally selfish.


She looked up to me as I turned, and I down at her.  Both eyes this time,
head up, attentive.


"Yes, I'm going to go find him."


She wagged her tail.


Fucking boxers.


I walked into the cabin.  No Code.


Back patio was empty; as a matter of fact it had been straightened and
closed up (the blankets on the chairs were gone, and the woodpile
restocked) except for the fire that had been replenished.


Left only one place. I climbed the beautiful stone work.


As my head popped up above the flagstones now lit by the light of a
railroad lamp his eyes caught me.


"Hey Romeo.  I never thought you would be so goddam romantic."


He was kicking his feet in the water of the hot tub.


"Well, I never thought I would be spending time with Batman.  It's an
adjustment."


His smile was soft and contemplative, still looking down at the ripples in
the water, leaning forward on those big guns of his.


"I missed you."


"Sorry.  I had to take a ride for a bit."


"Back with me?"


In answer I lugged the rest of my naked still rock hard lean frame onto the
patio and walked around behind him, snuggling my dick up against his neck,
dripping on him, and rubbing his temples.


"Yes.  Sir."


He sighed.


"I promise not to try to define it."


"Thank you."


Boom.  I heard dog tags jingling.


"Here comes the chaperone."


He chuckled.


"She does look out for you."


"Not just me now, Code."


She rounded the top of the stairs and went directly to Cody and sniffed his
torso.


She sat down swiftly, looking up at me with an expectant look in her eyes,
ears cocked.


"OK, girl."


"I promise to take care of him."


Satisfied, she went and found the warm chimney, snuggled up against it, and
closed her eyes, leaving the details to us.


"She expects that?"


"No."


"She has adopted you.  She demands it."


"I have to do this now."


I sat behind him and touched his shoulders.  Here is something I can do
without changing someone's state.  I can communicate to them through my
touch, not so much as to change their feelings, but to make them feel
wanted, needed, or, make their stress go away.  It's instinctive, and I
can't define how it happens.  I only know what's needed and it happens to
them.


I really upset Cody by walking away.  I hurt him very deeply.  I rejected
him, abandoned him, and he was feeling alone, .. supremely alone, angry,
lost, sad, and wanting for something he had in his own heart.


I leaned over while kneading those big round beautiful shoulders and
whispered in his ear.


"Code?"


"Mmm?"


"Shhh."


"I'm here, all the baggage included,... I'm here.  With you, buddy."


He relaxed a bit.


My fingers grasped his traps.


"This will hurt a little."


"OK."


I grasped him hard and he cried out.


I knew it would hurt like a sonofabitch with his tension (hell I caused it)
but we had to get rid of it.


His cries stopped and became moans when he got used to the pressure, and
then he slumped against my chest, his body going full tilt jello.


"Better?"


"Oh, hell yes, Stuart."


"Sorry I scared you."


"It wasn't you.  It was me racing ahead."


"Code, we have to get a couple of things right here."


"First, neither of us are to blame for anything in learning this."


"Second, we have a right to our own emotions and have to be considerate of
that in each other."


"Third, we have to understand it makes us want to fuck like bunnies and not
to take that personally."


He laughed.


"I'm hip to the bunny part.  I'm in pain and I need milked."


"Hey bottom slut boy?"


"Yeah Daddy?"


"Can I take you to bed?"


Fucking still rock hard and leaking, just like me, Cody lofted himself out
of the tub, grabbed the lantern, blew it out, and grabbed my hand, leading
me down the stairs, jingling dog tags following.


We doused the overhead lanterns and stowed them on the way to the truck
frame.


"Hey Code?"


"Hmm?"


"Can we keep the front porch fire going tonight?"


"I think we're going to need breaks and it would be nice."


He disappeared onto the porch and I noticed through the window sparks as
logs were added.


The seals on the door whispered as the door closed behind him.


Goddam this man was glorious naked.  I would make fun of his erect state
but had no cause considering my own.  Just perfect.  Hairy compact
wrestler.


with pecs that needed attention.


"Lay down, buddy.  You've been neglected.  I'm not responsible for the
results."


He smiled.


"I won't break."


His nipples were shriveled, the smallest I had seen them, the areolas, the
size of quarters, contracted.  I brushed my tongue against one.


It blossomed.  I mean, like the areola became wider, the nipple became
full, fat, a full inch long, and it seemed to spasm.


I wrapped my lips around it and teased it with my tongue.


Cody gripped bedsheet.


arched his back.


sighed.


I applied suction.


Just slightly.


His eyes closed tightly.  He started to breath hard, like a frieght train.


He was with me, but getting something he really needed, and he was not in
control of his reactions to it.


OK, so I wasn't in the mood to tease any more.


I sucked HARD.


Floodgates opened, and there in my mouth was warm Cody liquid.


I knew the implications, what it would do to me.  I was scared, but I took
a mouthful and swallowed.  He keened and slapped his hand on my neck and
held me tight while I emptied him.


Holy shit this little fucker was strong.


I sucked until there wasn't anything left, and switched.


damn.


wow.


I was starting to feel light headed... or transfixed by him.  Part and
parcel of the gift (curse).


My aching hardon hadn't diminished. Cody was writhing under me, himself
helpless to the road we were about to travel down.  This IS what he wanted.


I was becoming spellbound.


Sex stupor.  That's how I emerged from that heinous kiss... my lips wrapped
around Code.  He came twice, maybe three times, and I echoed him.  We were
making a mess, but it smelled like we were awfully damned happy in the
process.


Cody milk.  He tasted like he smelled.  Sweat, semen, laced with something
that made my motor run and my dick sing.  I couldn't stop caressing him if
I tried.  Filled with his taste, I buried my face in his armpits and took
great heaving whiffs of his scent, delighting in being surrounded by him.
Cody had remade himself very deliberately into my fantasy, slightly smaller
sensually rounded physicality, fuzzy, spectacularly handsome, totally rip
roaring ready to go with a glance, and masculine, able to take a blow and
keep coming, sensitive, vulnerable, and blazing hot.  I could not get
enough and the only thing I wanted at that moment was for him to feel
wanted, loved, comforted, and fully fucked.


Occupied.


Handled.


Fulfilled.


Needed.


Desired.


Appreciated.


Wanted.


Happy.


Satiated.


The urge took over.  I leaned up from his arm pit into his ear, and
whispered: "Hungry?"


"Fuck yes."


"How do you want it?"


"Face down.  Please."


Who am I to judge?  I rolled him over onto his stomach and reveled in his
musculature, the curves of his sweaty back, the adonis belt pronounced
above his hips.  His legs spread out in kind of a frog leg stance, ass
slightly raised, wide thighs parted, calves squared off, feet splayed out,
big muscular hairy ass parted to reveal his pulsing anus, and I could smell
it again.  Cody ass.  Wet, beckoning.  It wanted dick.  I leaned forward
and sighed into his ear, my dick touching his asslips.  "Kiss me, Champ."


His asslips unfolded, flowering open, massaging my frenulum, sucking on it.


"Ooooh.. I can taste you."


My head was stuck in the middle of his back, heaving inhalations of Cody
scent.  I wanted him so. fucking. bad.


"grab me."


I had been sliding my (new revised Cody designed) length over his folds,
but really wanted inside.  The next sweep, he tilted that ass slightly, and
his slot caught the head of my prick.  It sucked at me, opening, closing,
but held me fast.  Connected to my buddy.


I leaned down and whispered, "Ready?"


Quietly: "No, but fuck yes."


"Then YOU do it."


The frog legs didn't move, but his ass did.  He tilted toward me and those
wide lips opened, and he grunted long and deep, and three inches of Cody's
creation was enveloped in wet, silky gratitude.


Ooooh.


"More.  Please."


I pulled back looking down, seeing the wet connection, his lips wrapped
around me, convulsing.


"Cody."


I lay down upon his back, dick still poised to go deeper.


"Mmmm?"


"I want to try something."


"Hmm?"


"Game?"


"Mmmm hmmm."


Face buried in the pillows, dick in his ass... who was he to reject a new
idea?


I let myself relax and became a human blanket, covering him.  I buried my
dick way up inside him and he moaned.


Points for making the hottest man in the room lose his shit.


"Code."


"Hmm.?"


"I dunno, but it think..."


I leaked into him.


I felt it before he did.


His ass tilted more, his need became stronger, he started to grip the
sheets harder.


"WHAT the FUCK????"


Yep.  The slut boy was back.  Bucking back on my dick., fucking himself on
me, wet slot gripping and releasing, grunting, hungry to get filled up with
dick.


Couldn't stop if he wanted.  He was humping me, massaging his prostate with
my dick.


At one point he whispered in a desperate tone "Daaaaddy."


Yep.


I made him come again that way, another two times, my arms wrapped around
him reassuring him he was wanted and desired.  I kissed the nape of his
neck.  I filled him with my sperm.  I couldn't get enough of the way he
smelled.  I wanted to be surrounded by Cody scent all fucking day long, and
I never wanted this night to end.


He had fallen into slumber.  I was really proud of that shit, for making
him comfortable enough to rest.  The fucking was great.  Well, my dick was
still inside him.  I wasn't taking it out if that was allowing him to feel
safe enough to rest.  He needed me.  I was now his protector.


The dog had come in with us and was laying on a rug in the moonlight
filtering through a window.  I looked at her.  Her one eyed look at me
seemed to say "Don't fuck this up."


I slid an arm under Cody so he could rest his head on me.


I wrapped another around his waist, scrubbing his hairy belly with my
fingertips.


So I now have two pups, and one of them is Batman.


I drifted off, with Cody gripping my dickroot and sighing in his sleep.


I stirred sometime in the night, and sniffed Cody's shoulder.  The locker
room scent had not gone away, nor had my compulsion to hold him safe (or
rock hard cock in his ass).  I ground myself against him, filling him up,
and he sleepily smacked his ass lips around my dick root, grinding himself
back on me.  I humped deep with my arm around his chest, grinding my dick
into his hole.  Cody tightened around me, dream fucking me.  I was feeling
ornery.  I slid my hand up onto his chest and found a nipple and ran a
finger around it, testing his sleeping reaction.  He stretched slightly,
and his ass ground down onto me, his ass chewing on my dick, spasming open
and closed on me, his colon climbing up and down my length. His ass was
starting to get really wet.  It felt like fucking heaven, and smelled even
better.  His nipple elongated under my finger, I could feel the areola
relaxing, and he began to drip.  I caught some of the liquid on my fingers
and ran it around the nipple, lightly teasing it.


"Mmmph" into the pillow.


Mmmm Hmmm.


I knew it was going to happen before it did.  I was getting really turned
on by hugging Cody in his sleep, and there was an inevitability about this.
I lengthened, got wider, and my dick snaked farther into him.  The apple
was growing and soon I was lodged deep within him, unable to pull back,
only able to pulse there, impaled on Cody.  My hand on his nipple was
soaked.  I kissed the nape of his neck and sighed.  He sighed right back,
trying to snuggle back against me harder, bringing a hand up to hold mine
against his chest.  His colon was sliding up and down my length, pulsing,
contracting, his ass lips chewing on my root, smacking in the pubic hair at
the base of my prick, contracting, expanding, tasting my crotch, fluttering
around me.


I started to really firm up in his ministrations, the apple now probably
taught and shiny in his guts, my veins pulsing against his prostate,
massaging it.  I was locked and loaded, ready to breed.  I heard him
whisper "St..."


"Shhh."


"Stu..."


"Mmm Hmm?"


Quietly: "Don't stop."


I whispered "OK, buddy.  I got you."


I wrapped my arm around him tighter and his other hand reached out and
found my right hand stretched out on the pillow in front of him, gripping
it.


"So full."


"Mmm Hmm"


"So good."


I sighed, "Yeah."


The colon dance continued, and his ass lips were convulsing around me more
now... he was having major contractions, rippling up and down my length.


"Stuuuu..." he breathed.


"Yeah, buddy."


"Your cock."


"In you, man.  All yours."


"Oooohhh.."


"Yeah, .. like it was made for you."


"Yeeeeeeah... so nice."


He gripped me tight with his colon, squeezed my prick hard.  I could feel
him moving the foreskin up and down my length.


I started to go limp from his grip on my dick.


"Coooooode."


"Sooo gooood."


"Mmmmm."


I reached down and ran my fingers around the other nipple.  His hand
snapped up and grasped mine while I teased him.


"Uuuhh."


He started leaking there, too, and I wetted my fingers with his drippings
and ran them around the wide areola.


His colon was now convulsively firing back at me, rapidly contracting up
and down my length.  My veins were pulsing violently against his prostate,
vibrating against it. His ass lips were wet and smacking on the root of my
dick.  I was lodged deep inside of him, the apple beyond the third
sphincter preventing me from thrusting.  I was fulfilling Cody's wishes.  I
was filling him up, embracing him, keeping him warm, enveloped in caring.
Bonus: His magic ass was making me feel like I was the only man on the
planet with a dick.


Cody's next sound was higher pitched, sort of a "Eeeeaaaahh..."


I loved hearing him happy.


Suddenly it dawned on me.  Cody had (sort of) made a request.  I was in a
giving mood and now was the opportunity, wedged in him and about to shoot
him full of me.  I imagined it, got a bit devious with my thoughts, and
gave in to Cody's colon gripping me.


"Gonna juice you."


"Pllleeeease." he sighed.


I'm gonna have to make fun of him for the Roger Rabbit act.  Later.


The apple was now painful, and Cody's ass was the salve.  His colon was
taking long wet luxurious swipes up and down my length, his third sphincter
nipping at my frenulum, taunting me, his ass lips now audibly and wetly
smacking hungrily around the base of my dick.  Cock hound.


He was REALLY enjoying this.


"Coooode."


"Yeah?"


"Gonna cream you."


He sensed something.


"Stuart?"


"Yeah?"


"I like being this way."


He didn't want to change.


"I know.  I like us both this way, Code."


"OK"


I held him tighter.


"I DO have a present for you, though."


"Here it is."


I fucking saw galaxies, the passage of millenia, planets being born, I
could fucking see gravity, and I poured myself into Cody, contraction after
painful searingly pleasurable contraction.  I never wanted to leave him,
holding him tight.


"Ooooh... buddy, " I sighed, still contracting.


"Yeeeaaahhh.  Oooooh."  So sweet in my arms.


I loved the way he smelled.  I wanted to stay nested like this all day
long.  He fit perfectly.


"Stu...?"


"Yeah?"


"Don't let go."


"OK man."


I knew he had come with me.  I could feel him contracting on me as I filled
him with Stu jizz, laced with a little extra that he was sure to either
like or like getting used to.


I hugged him tighter.  That was one hell of an explosion, maybe better than
any other.  I was glowing and so happy to smell this beautiful man next to
me in the darkness.  I WAS a little uncomfortable.


"Code?"


"Yeah?"


"Can I have my dick back now?"


He laughed and the ridiculous proportions faded back to my normal hooded
eight, encased in warm Cody ass.


"Thanks, buddy" I kissed the nape of his neck and took a deep whiff of my
favorite locker room.


Damn he was special.


The dog was snuffling.


"I better."


Cody: "Let's both."


"I'd like that, seeing you groggy, well fucked, and nekkid."


He turned slightly in bed and punched me in the shoulder.


"You can see that shit any time.  Let's walk the fucking dog."


"OK" I snickered.