"A Suite Life Love Story Of Imad and Cody" Chapter 2
By Imad and Tim
Imad and Cody were studying at the kitchen table in their mom's apartment. Zak and their mom were out for the evening. Zac wanted to go to THE GAME. Cody told me once that Zak was forever going to THE GAME. Football. Hockey. Whatever. Carey wanted both her sons to go, instead of her, but Cody never cared about THE GAME, and asked if Imad and he could keep working on the project while they were gone. Mom sighed, said oh all right. Zac said, hey he wasn't taking mommy to THE GAME, what if his friends saw? She told him, it was either her or he couldn't go. So Zac relented. She said they would be back fairly late. She said goodbye to them. Zak said we didn't know what we were missing, but it's okay with him.
After they left, Imad and Cody burst out laughing. Cody said, do we know what we are missing? They put their legs together with each other's. Cody giggled and slid down in his seat. And then Imad quickly leaned over and kissed Cody's cheek. Quickly and then over. Cody looked at Imad who was now looking really hard at the papers on the table, their school project. Cody and Imad studied for a little while longer. Both nervous. Both unsure.
Then Cody asked, "Why did you kiss me?" Imad said, "Well...I just..wanted to..you know.." And Cody smiled to himself and blushed. Cody said Imad could kiss him again. On the lips if he wanted to and didn't mind much. So Imad looked at his friend who was dressed in a bright yellow shirt with a sweater that had images of reindeer on it, and tentatively kissed Cody on the lips. Cody had his hands to his side. Imad let go the lips after a couple of seconds. They went back to studying, which of course they weren't.
It was the weekend before Christmas. Imad had all but lived at Cody's place each day and into the night, and then Cody had all but lived at Imad's place the next day and into the night, studying and looking at each other when the other supposedly didn't know it. Then they would have to go home. They had never kissed before. They had touched a little but couldn't be alone long enough.
Cody kissed Imad's cheek, said it tasted soft and nice, and touched Imad's hair. They were both hard. Cody didn't really know what to do, but risk everything. He had always been so happy and bubbly, but when it came to things like this--well, there never had been things like this before for him--so, here goes.
Cody said, voice breaking, so cute, so alive and vulnerable and so wanting to get it right, "Wanna go to my room?" Then didn't breathe. Then continued breathing and talking. "Maybe. I mean, we should keep studying and all and we need to really get through before they come back and maybe we would have time for the game room in the lobby, and laugh at London being stuck-up or hang round with Maddy, who's cool, and of course I could play you my new RadioHead CD which is really cool..And we could--"
Imad stopped him, with a finger to Cody's warm lips. "Let's go to your room. Maybe? If it's okay?" Cody gulped. Eyes closed. He nodded, yes.
They got up and without touching each other or even looking at each other, they went to Cody and Zac's room. Cody had told Imad, the first time before Imad saw it, what to expect from Zac's side of the room, like Zac was growing a new life form or turtles over there or something, to which Imad had laughed, but of course Cody's side of the room was immaculate, as was Cody in everything. How could two brothers so close and so almost look alike be so very different? DNA, Imad had decided, will fool you every time.
Cody:
Now we stood before my bed where I had dreamed my dreams, and hugged each other. We were kind of clumsy and gawky as to where we put our hands. At least at first, and kissed a little. Then a lot. Then Imad put his hands all over me. It felt so good, my lips on his. Like licking on a warm lollipop on a cool Autumn day. His hands on me, too rad for words.
It made my head dizzy and it made me hard of course. It had always been such a pain in the butt trying to find a time to jack when no one else, especially Zac was around. I had just always thought I would do it alone. Always. I was used to just being Cody and thought that was not a good thing to be. But Imad was so kind. So--involved--with me. So careful and thoughtful and all his fun and his thinking me important--such a thing was somehow true.
And he was so unashamed, compared to me. He reached down to my crotch and felt my hard on. He rubbed it. My hands still to my sides. He said, let me take your shirt off, Cody. And I shivered in fever and happiness as he took my clothes off so slowly. Oh please, body, I thought, don't disappoint him. I don't look too thin or too androgynous anymore, I am 15, I am developing, I am. I'm not a little kid anymore.
He took off my sweater over my head and unbuttoned my shirt, and we stood there for a time, then he touched my tits with his hand. My tits got hard immediately. I almost fell over backward. It was me being comical when I didn't mean to be. But he didn't laugh, as he helped me regain my balance. So I felt better. Imad took off his shirt, and his chest felt warm as he put it against mine. Then, he said, some nervousness still in his voice, "Let's get naked." That was so hot. My whole body was turned on. I sat on the bed, took off my shoes and jeans and boxers and my socks and Nikes, so quickly and looked over at Imad, now naked too, and facing me.
But here was Imad naked and hard. Athletic body. Well developed. Took care of himself. I wanted him so much. And me not being me at this point, I put my hand out for his penis, which he put in my hand. It was so warm and springy and had weight and I touched his pubic hair and his balls held in my hand.
He stood over me, smiling, and said watch this. Then he put his hands on his waist and wiggled his penis back and forth without touching it or making any other part of his body move. I laughed and said, it's alive! It's alive! He said he could wiggle his ears too, but this was more fun. I laughed and clapped my hands.
I said, watch this, and I put my penis and my balls between my legs, and beamed up at him, saying "Betcha can't find `em." Thus began Imad's exploration to find my penis. It took some time, some examination, some contemplation and some feeling for them in the most sexy of places, fiddling about here and there, some map detail and clever hand measured schematics and finally he found them, as up they popped.
We lay on the bed, side by side. Imad said, "let's measure our hard ons." I didn't want to because his looked so much bigger. But finally I got the ruler and we measured. His was five and in half inches and I was five and seven inches in length. He was much larger in circumference though. And then, we held each other's dicks and rubbed them, as he lay beside me and our legs touched and our cocks. He and I brushed each other's hair with our hands.
I put my hands to Imad's balls that were tight in their sac. He did the same to mine. He said mine were so soft and smooth feeling. We examined everywhere, front back and side so carefully with hands and eyes, amazed at this unbelievably magnificent covering called skin. How wonderful, to be naked with Imad. Me, Cody. He, my boyfriend.
We talked about sex and what he had done, and what I had not done, in the soft amber glow of my room lamp, as I gripped him there, then all over his standing straight cock, and felt its wonderful smooth hard limberness. I wiggled it back and forth with my hands, he said he called it his joy stick. So I said joysticks are always found in the cockpit and we held to each other feeling good, as I then measured his balls with my whole hand. I put my fingers to his blond pubic hair. He had more than I. He leaned over to my shoulder. And then he put his eyelids to it and fluttered them. Now, Imad said, a butterfly has kissed you and you will never be lonely again. It will watch over me all my days, he said in his soft buttery sexual voice.
He kissed my arms and said how downy they were and I kissed his and said how creamy.
I put my teeth to his nipples and I made them hard and spongy feeling, to me, like his cock. I wanted to measure again, and he said, sure, I don't mind. He lay down on his back and I used the ruler. I told him, we had good cocks. He said mine was nice and he loved it. He held me, and he rubbed his hands on my young butt globes. He gripped them tightly with both hands and pulled me to him. He asked if we could have sex now. I closed my eyes, gulped my Adams apple three times and said, already hot and sweaty, yes, yes, please.
Imad:
I leaned down the length of this boy body and I tasted him with my tongue. The delicate boned boy face, the thin long neck, the golden hair spread on the pillow behind him. The nipples. The arms. The ribs. The stomach that went strong in and out. His breath, his skin tasting like powdered buttermilk. The all of him naked for me. How wonderful the texture of his flesh. It had a warp and weaving to it like a knitted sweater or a homemade quilt does, but far lovelier and far more comfortable and glad in the feeling of.
Heart in throat, because I was risking a lot here, but I wanted to, so very much, so I said, this being my first time too, "Cody, I want to--cum-in your ass." Cody pulled my head up, as I busily was looking at his abdomen below which his hard on was nestled in a small patch of dark blond pube hair. He said, "You want to---? You want to--fuck me?" And his voice trembled. I said earnestly, quickly,"Not if you don't want to-I'd like to though, but it's you know--we can wait till later." I was so scared now he could go away.
Then Cody quickly turned over on his stomach. He said the KY intensive care was in the bathroom and asked if I had ever fucked anyone before. I told him, no. He said, "get the lotion, I wanna be fucked." I said, "We'll stop when you say. I don't want to--" Cody, a little angry now, said, "You're using me, aren't you? A fuck and you're out the door." That hurt horribly. I knelt beside him stroking his ass so beautiful looking and feeling. "I'll just get my clothes and leave now, Cody." I started to get up and get dressed. I had blown the happiness, the little kid explorations of our bodies, the friendship that was growing so fast and so..... Christ, I knew it. I just knew it.
I started to get my clothes. Cody said, "Do you like me, Imad?" I told him very very much. He said he liked me too and friends do things for friends. He asked me if I would blow him first. I told him I was not a big fan of blow jobs. Cody said, crossing his ankles, and leaning his head on his hands, eyes closed, "I think it would be wonderful for your cock to be up me. Please get the lotion. It's in the bathroom medicine chest."
I brought it back,and he and I put a lot on my cock and touched it all over. Cody opened the piss slit and examined my cock, now coated with it, and slippery for our hands, and then he turned over, as I put lots of lotion on his ass, and opened his hole, putting a lot in there, and finger fucking him, opening him. He got on his hands and knees. I said, maybe we could do it from the front. Cody said, "Imad, I'm not a girl."
I said here is what I mean. I turned him over and put his limber thin downy legs round my shoulders and spread his hole open, pretending I knew what I was doing, and put my cock head slightly inside. Not completely to the ass hole ring. Just touching it.
Cody smiled at me. He said, "Go ahead, man. Fuck my ass." To hear Cody say that just turned me on immensely. I put my hands to my cock and I pushed in a little further. "Hey, Whoa. Stop," Cody grimaced. "Hold on." And I did, till he said, let me get used to it, okay, a little bit more now, Imad. And slowly, Cody's hair in his face, his body bathed with sweat, his eyes closed so tightly that tears ran from them, as he grappled hold of my arms and twisted and strained so many muscles all over his body, he cried out, as his butt muscles clamped on my dick and started to grab me, started to milk me.
And it was so great--seeing this beautiful blond boy and me fucking him, as I looked at my cock now totally up his rear, my balls at his ass, and his body totally mine. His dick and balls jiggling with each of my thrusts.
I would from time to time wipe the sweat from Cody's face, and sometimes we moved perfectly together, like a metronome, and he said it hurt but it felt so complete, so fantastic, so together this way.
I tried not to show how nervous I was doing this amazing thing to the most amazing boy in the world. Oh New York, or Boston, one or the other, or preferably both, snow yourself in for weeks, and give us all the time in the world to be naked and to do everything good there is to do for each other a million times over. He just kept saying in breathy words, "Cock up my ass hole, coat my walls with your cum, Imad. Fuck me fuck me fuck me." Which just made me do it faster and deeper.
I reached up to Cody's underarms and scratched his small amount of hair and he raised his arms and put his hands to my head and I went faster and faster up and down--then slower and slower--I put my hands under Cody's butt, those beautiful perfect little half globes of wonder, and leveraged him up and angled his cock into my ass more perfectly.
I played with his globes and then with his tits again and his penis which was only partly erect, because he was concentrating on my dick up his ass, as I looked up at that beautiful shiny face lost in such pleasure, face scrunched up, in pain that was also really intense pleasure, the first unwinding of the clock inside him, the ticking to begin now, that I was causing?, how could I be causing such rejoicing to such a beautiful boy?
His chest jiggled and his body undulated and Cody screamed a little louder than he had before. He was struggling to fuck my cock with his ass. He was jumping pounding wiggling protoplasm. I could feel the build up in me. I could feel the roller coaster in me start making that steep descent and it was carnival and Christmas music piped into the lobby we heard and it was the bells ringing out please this time, peace on earth, and everybody stop hurting themselves and each other and see what joy life can be.
And I came. In Cody's butt.
And I felt every muscle in my body tense, I had been pinching my tits hard too, and I just exploded volcano like in my boyfriend's ass--all my muscles at the straining breaking point-my penis veins just pulsed and pulsed. It was like he was pulling the very me out of me, that Cody, clenching and clenching harder then letting go, then grasping butt muscles again, was wringing me dry, that there was not going to be anything left of me after he finished draining me. My balls felt like they were being pulled off, this huge massive road way rolled out inside him, down which sped in light-years, the me gone from me.
He grimaced, his face red, at me as I came in him and came, and he grasped my arms and he pulled himself up and he was in such a fever, such a hot moment of sheer animal fucking and it was with me, I had caused this, and I was so happy all that sticky whiteness was going into Cody's butt, where only my penis eye could see, and we held for a long long time till I felt my penis detumescing, and then we cleaned up and got back on the bed.
They held in each other's arms and watched the window outside which the snow come tumbling down. They were drowsy in the heat. In the distance soft small winter music played and they were chest to chest, naked, and as they drifted off to sleep, comforted country to country, flesh to flesh, dream to dream, and come true, Imad kissed his love's forehead and Cody said, butterfly, and smiled that sweet innocent smile, as Imad said, we're boyfriends now, Cody. And Cody said, yes, indeed.
Then drifting, Imad put his arms around Cody, and they stayed there for a time, then got dressed and went back to the kitchen table where their project work was, for when Carey and Zac got back. Cody thinking, hey, Zac, there was finally action in your room, and it was me, me and Imad, so whatayou think about that, Zac old bean? heheheheheheehheeh.