Cody
Old story. It started with a glance. Coffee shop/art gallery in a failing Appalachian town trying desperately to remake itself. We, the faithful had gathered on the riverbanks hoping that our belief would make it thrive. It's a hard thing watching everything you've known since birth slide into disrepair, burying your family, realizing you were the only one left to extend the legacy and not particularly willing to do so when there was a tantalizing piece of ass not so far across this tiny room/gallery.
He was my build; 6 foot-ish, lean, and had road miles written all over him, not in the sense of age but in the casual nature he carried himself and the wise smiling glance he offered when I noticed him staring beside an Overfield across the room. I returned the glance without a smile; I left the coffee shop.
I didn't need this any more. Not the "hello," not the TONS of shit that come after. What I would like is a different story, but you have to wade through that shit over a cup of coffee staring at paintings. So I bailed. Left one of the most beautiful men I had seen in a decade and went home, grabbed the leash and took the dog out for a walk by the river on a beautiful sunset night.
She's a good girl, my rescue boxer. Loyal, well behaved insofar as it goes with the breed; they can be willful. She sensed my melancholy and was lovingly deferential, not challenging the leash, walking one step behind as we made our way past the neighborhood to sit on the banks of this majestic watershed. I was going to miss living here, at home, amongst my people.
The sunset illuminated the banks of the river as the dog and I sat on a boulder and I looked upstream into the gorge it had created.
"Hi."
Fuck.
I smelled leather. He was wearing a Vanson. CHP issue. Kevlar lined. Bulletproof. Dark brown eyes. goatee. Dark blue levis, packed with a shitload of thigh muscles, ass, and dick. Dark hair cropped close on the sides, long on top, and that damned goatee. The other daddy in this big assed room, and we appeared to be the only two in it.
"Hey."
I shut the fuck up and patted the pup who became very interested in our private moment's visitor. I let her sniff. Maybe she would report back. I already knew what she would relate. He wasn't as big as I initially thought, maybe 5-10, he wasn't aggressive, but his eyes sparkled in the waning like of the day and I wanted him as badly as I wanted to tell him to fuck off because he was disturbing my peace. The dog thought otherwise as he scritched her collar line. The fucker sat down.
"I wanted to say hello earlier," he said
"Yep," I replied.
I. don't. want. this.
I've had my share of the thrill of the hunt. I'm all grown up enough to understand every nuance, every turn and after having cleaned shit off the walls in my life commitment to the world's most beautiful man I just don't give a flying shit about people anymore. I'm not apologetic about it. I don't care who you're related to, I don't care how long you have been involved with whatever the fuck it is you're doing, I just don't think you get living until you have spent a good deal of your time keeping that commitment... in sickness and health.
I turned to him in the waning evening, this unusual man in this unlikely context who had left the gallery and sought me out three miles away, and said "the dog likes you."
"The owner's on the fence," he said.
"not on the fence," I said.
"Pissed to be followed."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"I'll go."
"No. Stay. Let the dog enjoy the time. I like seeing her happy."
The fucker scritched her neck again and she grinned, staring at me.
I just told him to stay. What in the Sam FUCK? NOW what the fuck was I gonna do with him? I sure as fuck wasn't going to take him home and how the FUCK after an invitation was I going to excuse myself when my ass was already getting cold from the stone and I wanted to go relax into my latest detective audio book? I hated this.
It used to be so easy. Hi. Glint in the eye. Blowjob. Fuck. Blush. Gas in the truck. More later after a shower, or skip the shower. lather, rinse repeat.
"Cody."
Cody. There's a cliche. Like his parents had named him for this exact fucking moment... to taunt me by giving him a masculine but vulnerable name.
"Stuart," I said, looking upriver and away from him, eluding his gaze.
I found this encounter invasive.
"Hey Stuart."
My head turned, looking into a whole smiling package full of handsome, right down to the studs on his docs. His eyes twinkled in the waning light. Nope. He was not going away, couldn't take a hint, and he was going to make me fucking decide.
Fuck him.
"What's your story, Cody? Are you a stalker?"
He didn't smile and didn't look away.
"No."
He looked smaller. Like he wanted to be swallowed up by all this vastness and disappear from my gaze.
"You... I... "
He looked down at the pup, then downriver.
"I... yeah, ... I wanted to meet you."
Fuck.
"Mission accomplished Cody."
Eyes up, sparkling again.
Fucking dimples. He had fucking dimples.
"Some of the guys say you're a prick."
"Some of the guys don't know me."
A car slowed down on the boulevard behind us, one of the city's finest. I looked rearward and through the open window Hank asked "Everything good here Stu?"
"All good Hank. Thanks for checking," and I waved two fingers up at him.
Talk about the city's finest. Hank Furlough was every wet dream a man could have and he was armed and completely dangerous, if provoked.
I turned to Cody.
"Hank likes things quiet, and peaceful."
The dog had decided that Cody was just that and was snoring at his feet in a final ray of sunlight.
"I heard you aren't always so peaceful."
"Not when I'm in the river."
I grew up in this water. I knew every damn boulder, every drop, and I love these mountains. Given the opportunity even with a close friend I will bury you and sit in the eddy below watching you try to keep up. I might find amusement if you misjudge but not if you fail. I'm not going to be nice when it comes to my home. You need to figure it out. These canyons are a grand but elusive master and you must understand him before you attempt to enjoy his gracious pleasures. His heart is much colder than mine.
"So we met."
I stood up.
Cody looked at me like I was about to kick his handsome ass down the levee wall and gleefully watch him float away in the big broad river.
He stood.
I'm not much to look at, in my opinion. 6 feet tall, 170, average build, muscular in a wiry sort of way, blond, green eyes, moustache, and I wear jeans that are probably too tight for a baptist picnic. I was wearing a matching CHP Vanson. One of us had either good taste or didn't want to get shot. The dog snuffed at Cody's pant leg.
He looked down at the dog, then back up. He gestured to a topless jeep across the street.
"Want to go for a ride?"
The dog stirred and started to dance. It was one of her trigger phrases. She wanted to go for a ride.
Fucking dogs.
One of the first rules I established with myself when I adopted this animal so she would not be put down was that no command would not have follow through. So a trigger phrase was the same. You don't tell the dog you're going for a walk and not go. So... it appeared Cody was going to get a yes. And not by my own choice.
Fuck.
I raised my eyebrows at Cody and he caught the meaning and his eyes danced, his dimples turned deep and the moustache just on his upper lip spread wide over a really nice grin.
Fuck him for being simultaneously handsome AND cute.
"OK"
We walked across the boulevard, I to the passenger side and the dog danced at my feet.
"hop up" was the command. She did and turned to me and sat. I removed the leash and she scuttled into the back seat grinning running back and forth looking port and starboard anxious to get started.
I slid into the passenger seat and belted in, turned to look at my unsolicited driver.
Cody offered: "You ARE a prick."
"No. I am not."
I didn't give him the litany of unsolicited good deeds, nor the REALLY good deeds when a man begs for more and he got it, or the decade of time spent in hospital rooms or the money raised for folks in need. I just looked at him without smiling and shook my head.
He shifted and released the clutch and we were moving, happy pooch sounds coming from the back seat.
"Do you have to be home tonight?"
I swear to god fear is the most dangerous enemy on the planet. I almost threw up in the footwell. A ride. Not a fucking night out. I couldn't actually have a conversation NO FUCKING WAY.
"No."
I said that. Out loud. What a fucking dipshit. No? Well, obviously something in the brain was non functional right now or I would not have succumbed to Mr. Dimples and gave him my entire fucking night. Fuck. I really HAD wanted to fall asleep to the sound of that sexy detective telling me whodunnit. Had a whole night planned by the fireplace drifting in and out of that hot voice, dog snoring by my side.
This committed me to actually speaking in sentences. Maybe even interacting with this hot fucker. I bargained for a moment. Maybe he would want to ride around, look at a view or two, then give the pooch and me a ride home.
"I have a cabin about an hour north. How about some beers and a fire on the front porch?"
"Dog food," I said.
Jesus fucking Christ. I AM a prick. Probably the most beautiful man in the state has searched me out, found me, invited me onto a mountainside for a romantic evening and I only cared about ... fucking dog food.
The jeep slowed off the highway thirty minutes later into a Piggly Wiggly parking lot. Seriously. I laughed. I looked at him and laughed out loud, looking up at the sign. He raised those pretty dark eyebrows while his eyes danced and grinned at me, the dimples even deeper than before, the dust from the gravel lot rising around us.
"I'll see to the pup."
She was already smelling his leg and scruffing under his touch.
Five minutes later two tupperware bowls and a small bag of her brand was deposited in the gear box and those dimples flattened out and we started to climb. It was a left off the highway, and there was a reason these were big tires. slow. Maybe a logging road? No shit, 20 minutes later, a lot of ruts, some fallen branches, and a constant low gearbox growl we were under the brow of the ridge and there, in front of the LED off road bar was a 12 x 20 honest to god log cabin, hand made, and beautiful. Stone chimney at one end, another on the lean to porch, and a roof full of solar cells. Raised 5 feet off the forest floor, the base of it was surrounded by wide flat flag stones so it was clean and separated from undergrowth. It was magnificent.
I turned to see his face and he, for the first time this evening, looked at me with a serious expression in his eyes.
"You'll be my first company here."
Well, fuck. again.
Sometime this evening I was going to have to learn to use verbs. and adjectives.
I did complete a sentence that night. Several of them, when Cody took me up the flagstone staircase he built on the side of the mountain to the hot tub on the ridge. We grabbed beers from the cold water spring behind the cabin and sat by the fireplace there while the water warmed above it and the dog napped by cody's boots.
"I pissed you off tonight didn't I?"
"Yep."
Still Mr. Conversational.
"Why?"
And the floodgates opened.
"Because you know. Because everywhere I go it's unspoken and it's just who I am. I don't care if there's myth and legend around it. I just am, Cody, and since y'all know, I don't care to share any more of it."
"OK."
It was quiet after that for a long time and he allowed me to stoke the fire from his woodpile and handed me a beer when necessary and we sat gazing at the sky and this amazing perch in the wilderness this sweet man had built.
"The water is probably warm."
My dick was dead. Seeing this beautiful man naked would probably have the same effect on me as seeing a pothole in a road.
"OK."
We wound our way up to the tub. Huge climb and excellent masonry work executed with the care of dreams. It was nice. He had built benches around it and there was an out building that had towels and chemicals for the water. We were far above the cabin and the fire we had built there sent a lazy scent of pine wood smoke into the air. I love these mountains.
We lit a railroad kerosene lamp and hung it from the outbuilding ridge beam over the tub. The dog followed and ... of course snuggled up to the chimney by the outbuilding. She looked at me like she expected me to treat our new friend nicely and would judge me if I didn't. Big wide soulful boxer eyes. Bitch.
so... There he was, all SF clone in the middle of the Allegheny mountains, leather jacket, jeans, boots, and he got me not only to his cabin but to his home made hot tub and here we were... beers in hand and staring at each other across this flagstone platform, waiting.
I would be the first (well probably second... I would have tried it out if I had built it) ever to disrobe here. But in his words, the first ever invited to do so in his company.
I reminded myself that when I disrobe, I open a history and it's not about who I am naked, so I shucked, not particularly self conscious. Jacket on the bench, boots on the stone, shirt on the bench with the jacket. I dress commando. Even here in the mountains I wear the bottom button open. Fuck them if they don't get it. I dropped trou.
His eyes were fixed on me while I did it.
And then I sat there, limp dicked on the edge of the tub, ass on freezing stone, and watched.
I took a drink of beer while he sort of smirked. He'd rehearsed this, I think. He sat down on one of his handcrafted benches made from forest branches and put one of his boots up on a knee and grabbed it after loosening the strings.
He pulled, and a surprisingly clean white sock emerged from under the cuff of his button flys. He put the boot down, removed the sock, and carefully placed a hairy foot on the flagstone, tanned as though he had spent casual days in the sun. He did that again with the other leg and I was staring across the tub at him leaning back in his jacket and jeans and he unzipped that jacket and he was there in just a white tee shirt with jeans hardly containing him. He wasn't looking at me.
I started to like him, so in my effervescent manner of avoiding the subject at hand I asked him
"Can I get you another beer?"
His eyes popped up from staring at his toes and those dimples came back. Through that grin he said
"Yes. Please."
I grabbed the towel I had at hand, wiped my legs, and naked descended two stories to the fireplace and spring and thinking better of it, grabbed four.
I had no idea what i was going to be faced with when I returned to the promontory. Lit by a lone kerosene lamp there he was, left alone to the mountain air and the heat off the tub, scrubbing one hairy damp armpit with his tongue, jacket and shirt discarded beside him, left alone and self entertaining. The dog was still asleep by the chimney.
I was no longer limp dicked.
"Hey." I said quietly.
His eyes fluttered open.
"Hi."
"Lets get in the tub."
"OK," he said lazily, like he was accustomed to self pleasuring here all night long and I was interrupting. He probably was.
The little brute stood up.
I actually gasped. He was ... perfect.
This man never saw a pair of manscaping clippers in his life. His swirling hair covered pecs were part of his chest, not an exaggerated construct but full and muscular, complimenting arms that had swirls of hair over the curvature of natural biceps and veiny forearms. His abdomen was flat with dark brown fur tracing a line from his upper chest to the top button of his jeans and under that fur ridges of muscle overlayed by a layer of skin that made them subtle and ... lithe. His nipples were almost obscene, the fifty cent piece sized areolas dark, covering the bottom of each pectoral, his nipples protruding longer than pencil erasers, pointing slightly down, erect. His natural sexuality was... captivating. I wanted to milk him. He wasn't big, but he was one of the most masculine men I have ever seen.
He undid the buttons of his levis by grasping the top button and stripping the rest open.. I got the feeling he had practiced this, or was intent on producing a seduction so strong I would bodily lift a rock from the stack behind the patio and knock him out cold to have my way with him. He intended it to be so powerful that I wouldn't have the strength to follow through.
He turned around and grabbed the waistband and pushed them to the ground, leaning over to face the bench away from me and my dick went from semi interested in my unsolicited company for the evening to, well, fully revved and ready to rock and roll. FUZZY. His VERY defined butt was coated in beautiful long swirls of hair, all centered on... a sweet, smooth (did he shave there?), slightly damp from sweat, dark asshole, not puckered but ... linear and ridged, like it wanted to be used and it puckered and relaxed while he bent, almost kissing the air. He stood up and stepped out of them, the light from the lantern gleaming off his golden skin, a very pronounced farmers tan leaving his thighs white and gleaming in contrast to his dark body hair under the stars. A line of hair started mid torso and made its way down his back before blossoming into a mat of dark threads spreading out over his glutes, thickening into the crack of his ass.
I was fucking speechless. If he was looking for more syllables out of me this was not the way to make that happen.
The fucker turned his head to me to look me in the eye, still facing slightly away. Looking at me over his shoulder he grinned at me, one of those dimples exposed. He palmed the ass cheek away from me.
And he turned around.
It pointed north. It was about seven inches long. Holy fucking mother of Christ.
There, tight vertically against his abdomen, with a slight upward curve, was the thickest damned dick I have ever seen. Like bigger than my wrist. It was shrouded by what seemed like a yard of foreskin puckered and pouting, and it was covered with drool, a visible line of it running down to his huge bull sized nuts. They were soaked with precum, the hair on them matted and hanging moistly from them, a strand of precum forming a teardrop, then descending to the stone below. He was veiny. UGLY dick. This was the hottest display of masculinity I had ever seen. The head was prominent even in its sheath and it was wide and blunt, the ridge making a pronounced bulge under the skin. There was a big vein snaking up the foreskin to the head and he was looking down at it like it hurt.
OK, so sue me for looking there before noticing the graceful thighs and calves also covered in chocolate down, and even in the dim light I could see the resulting definition of carrying these stones up this mountain. Fuck, even his toes were hairy. They were also slighrly curled. He was turned on.
He'd introduced his physicality very slowly and deliberately. He looked at me under his eyebrows, head still pointed down at his toes and in the lantern light his eyes were dewey and caught the lantern light.
I caught my voice, trying to recapture some composure.
Me: "Beer?"
"Yep."
"Here you go."
"Thanks."
"Do me a favor."
"Hunh?"
"Enjoy your beer. Don't get wet yet."
He sat down on his hard work, the beautiful bench he'd made a perfect contrast to his animalistic presence.
"OK," he said.
"Imagine being alone here."
" I can't."
"Then show me what you do when you ARE alone here."
His hands went to those big nipples and he grasped them hard and cried out and his dick burped out another load of precum. He smiled without opening his eyes. Fucking dimples.
I wanted to get in the tub. My ass was cold.
On the other hand my 8 inches of thick uncut hand held (mostly) rock hard drooling goodness did not want to see all that precum washed away. So I watched as he turned his head and sniffed himself and leaned his head down to extend his tongue to taste his left armpit while his right hand twisted tit.
He never touched that ugly dick, still bobbing in the air apparently pleased by the audience and now more wet than it had been, the public hair glistening with Cody drool. It was beginning to make a wet spot on the bench below him.
We were eventually going to get in that tub, but under the light of that kerosene lantern watching this man enjoy his remote surroundings so intimately I didn't care if it was a week from now. An owl hooted and Cody opened his eyes in a slow glance in my direction, through slitted eyelids, one hand still on that big brown nipple, a trail of drool across his wet pec from his tongue.
He straightened his head and opened those big browns further, looking down at my fuzzy belly and big dick.
"Nice to have company."
"Good."
I wanted to taste his dick drool. I have never seen anyone leak more than me. The stone under my ass was soaked, but Cody never stopped making the shit. He was going to need water soon from the looks of his profuse seepage.
"It's beautiful here."
I was eyeing the stars, listening to the river in the bottom of the canyon, and watching the shadows from that lantern play across Cody's furry torso. I tried avoiding looking at that thick protuberance but it was fascinating to me. I had never seen a dick so veiny, so wide, so gnarled with veins, and so enticing. It was webbed with thick veins that corkscrewed around it, and the skin covered the whole damned thing, even hard. It looked mean. Dangerous. I wondered where it would fit. I already knew my hand wouldn't fit around it without checking. I wondered if it was as sensitive as it looked, throbbing tight up against the hair on his abdomen.
Cody sat up suddenly and looked at me directly.
"So this, and nothing more?"
I hoisted myself on my arms and carefully dropped into the tub of water, looking up at him.
He looked sullen, like I had taken his toys away.
I deadpanned: "You wanted to take the dog for a ride."
She opened an eye, looking at me, and snuggled harder up against the warm chimney with a snort. I cocked an eyebrow at him.
"You drool any more out of that mean looking dick, Cody, and we're going to have to go back down the mountain to the Piggly Wiggly for some Gatorade."
"I leak a lot."
"You also like teasing."
I wanted to find out more about Cody. I wanted to know how he smelled and I definitely wanted to know what happened to him when a guy licked those big nipples. I had a feeling from watching him that he had a hard time controlling himself when they were touched. Lucky guy, but I wasn't necessarily thinking of him. Sometimes I'm selfish.
He continued to look at me appraisingly.
"I brought you here for a reason."
Oh shit.
This is where we lose our hardons and the seduction ends. He had other thoughts.
"I want you to show me."
Oh holy fuck.
"You don't know?"
"No."
There were two beers left on the stone patio. I reached for them.
"Come down here."
It was apparent that he could spare the dick drool and that he would make more. Regardless, I hated to see it washed away. He stood up and I swear a pool of the shit ran down his leg.
What a waste. That could have been on my face or better yet washing down my last three syllables.
He'd persuaded me. This was probably better than my favorite sexy detective's voice, and Cody came with a hot tub and a fire.
He looked down at me, and I realized his brow protruded slightly and shadowed his eyes that still sparkled from the darkness. He wasn't sullen any more. His lips were set but his dimples caught shadows either side of that neat goatee. Put a ballcap on this man and add some mud he's the perfect redneck. The dick still tight against his abdomen, he squatted down opposite me, hair visible below his butt in the soft light and I wanted for a second to do a ninety and put my head below him and tell him to stay there all. fucking. night. long. I'm no saint.
He reached down and levered himself off the patio into the small pool of water with a small groan at the temperature difference.
"You first," I said, handing him a beer.
He stood in the tub, took a long swig off the neck of that bottle (lucky fucking bottle) and approached. I took a big wide paw to the center of his chest and pushed him away. He almost dropped his beer and looked at me questioningly.
I asked: "Why?"
"You. I... "
He looked down at his beer label.
"I need... "
I raised my eyebrows and waited.
"Take your time. The dog's happy."
She snored.
The next thing I knew I was staring at man ass. In one swift move he had reached behind himself, draped a towel from under the bench over the stone ledge and was face down in the opposite direction with fuzzy butt facing me, his torso sprawled out over the carefully hand crafted surface, legs dangling in the water, raised on forearms, looking back over his shoulder at me inquisitively.
I'm not always a top, but I do eat like one. Cody was serving dinner. And dessert. and breakfast.
I slapped him on the ass. Hard enough I could see the shape of my hand on that glute in the lantern light..
"I need to feed the dog."
I got out of the tub leaving a Stuart ass print on his stone work, toweled off, and headed down the fucking stairs, grabbing my jeans and boots on the way.
At the bottom of Cody's beautifully crafted stonework I pulled on my jeans and brushed my feet off before sliding them into my boots. I left the bottom (and top) button unbuttoned, showing hair and a very nicely agonized denied dick and nuts. I stood and went out to the Jeep, retrieving the bowls and fancy assed dog food.
She doesn't eat human food unless it's a special treat, and then, we share it. I get a bite, she gets a bite, and then we watch a movie all cuddled up like the perfect date. I once had a guy grab me to get my attention in a crowd. I think he has part of his calf left. She's devoted.
I found a spigot and filled a bowl with water and set it by cody's back yard fireplace. I opened the fancy bag and filled the other bowl and I heard the jingling of tags on the stairs.
Loudly: "STOP"
I had heard Cody's boots first. I didn't want her knocking him down in exuberance on that staircase.
He appeared around the dark radius of his fieldstone layup into the light of his fireplace and back patio. He was shirtless, but wearing the jacket, and looking rejected, but curious.
I asked: "Get us a beer?"
I whistled low and the jingling resumed and here she came, doing dances in the light of the fire, happy as could be. I'll never understand why someone just left that beautiful spirit to be put down.
Cody had stopped and watched the interaction. He looked at me, at her, back at me, and said
"yeah, and we're going to need these," pointing to a couple of chairs hand made from willow and oak.
He was quieter now than he had been all evening, and the model boy from the hot tub show was gone. I was relieved.
I was about to utter the longest sentence I had this evening and I wanted us to be relaxed when I said it. Cody handed me a cold beer from the spring and sat down facing the fire. I grabbed one of his seasoned split logs and threw it in and sat beside him. The dog had taken a space sitting between both chairs, and she was fidgety.
I looked down at her, and she looked at me, anxious, stamping her paws.
Cody watched us.
I watched him.
He looked at the dog still stamping front paws. I looked at her and pointed at the hearth. She went and laid by the warmth of the fire.
"Cody, ... why tonight?"
No dimples. His thumb playing with the moisture on his beer bottle. looking at his boots.
He made a decision and looked up without raising his head.
"I wanted to feel your gift."
"It's a curse, Cody."
"I know."
I looked up at the beautiful fireplace that he had labored so hard to build.
There she was, one eye lazily open, waiting.
"What do all good dogs do before they eat?"
Longest coherent sentence of the evening.
She stood up, walked straight to me and sat.
"No."
"Please."
"No."
"now enjoy your dinner."
The pup smiled and headed to the tupperware set out with her meal.
"Front porch. build a fire."
Cody disappeared. It was hard watching that ass walk away but he needed to think with his hands and I needed to make a decision.
The moon was rising. I'm not a fucking werewolf but if you combine the sound of a river and a big assed moon I'm restless, and I don't very much like to be taken for a ride. Cody was fucked. figuratively.
Maybe literally. I actually have the skill set to be more than monosyllabic if I want.
He reappeared.
"What..."
"Bourbon please."
"OK"
I'd grabbed my jacket and shirt from the tub and brought them down and it was getting cool. The dog heard the interaction and looked at me.
"you can come too."
she wagged her tail.
"All ready."
Cody. from the back patio door.
The dog stood up and stretched. She looked at me and waited.
"Show me, Cody."
I walked down the carefully laid stones, noted the trenches the rocks were laid over to capture the mountain storm runoff, and smiled at him over his attention to detail and he blushed.
We walked inside. I expected oak. No. hard maple planks and wormy chestnut. a large room, no walls. every wall was chinked with beautiful precision and it was obvious that they were all made of logs hewn by this man, crafted with the same sense of perfection I had seen on the ridge.
I whistled. she came to the door, sitting.
I pointed to the other side of the cabin and she disappeared into the darkness.
The kitchen was very modest. under counter fridge, probably 12 volt in keeping with the solar array. NO stove. some random dishes on shelves suspended from rods from the cross ties. A hand water pump.
Day bed. Made out of (WTF?) a truck frame. Rusted and lacquered. with matching legs, with a mattress or something on it covered in a silver looking cloth and piled with pillows and a couple of quilts. The fireplace was massive. It took up the entire short wall of the building.
It was actually possible for me to walk into it.
Cody just watched me taking it in.
I turned and looked at him and those fucking dimples tried their best not to make an appearance but he was proud of this.
I smirked at him.
"bourbon?"
He opened the front door and the sound of the river falls greeted us, along with a decidedly warm fire. The dog was curled up at the hearth and there were two oak chairs with blankets on them facing the hearth.
On a table between them was my favorite bourbon. Not any bourbon. MY. FAVORITE.
in a heartbeat, two glasses were filled with ice from a bucket on the porch floor and we were enjoying a beautiful fire overlooking a gorge with the taste of apples and oak in our throats.
The dog was happy with the sound of crickets.
I was happy insofar as I could not be made to do what Cody so much wanted me to do, and I was getting a bit pissed. The dog was subsequently getting restless, and she glanced at me. I shook my head no.
"Cody"
"Yes?"
"Why?"
"I want to know."
More conversation than we had engaged in all night.
"You will never rest."
"OK."
I kissed him through bourbon soaked lips, my hand around his neck.
His eyes opened in shock. Hiis hands gripped my shoulders, bruising me.
He orgasmed, groaning into my mouth.
He broke the kiss and stood up, ripping open his jeans, moments before the next one hit.
He fell back into the chair, spewing cum all over his handmade chair and stared at me through vacant eyes while his dick blew the biggest load of cum into that fur I had ever seen anyone give up. It seemed to go on for minutes. He had tears in his eyes.
It stopped for a moment, and he came back around, but he wasn't the same man. boots came off, soaked jeans beside him on the porch floor, and then,,, he made a huge mistake.
He pulled his shirt over his head and those big nipples beckoned.
I stood up and walked over in front of him, my big dick leaking precum. It had gotten bigger with his orgasm and it was probably nine inches now, curved upward, mean looking, and thicker.
I slid his soaked jeans in front of his chair and kneeled between his legs. That big ugly dick was still rock hard and begging to be touched. Cody had gained a half inch or so.
I put my arms on the arms of the chair and he looked at me, a little frightened, squirming, not understanding that the need was building within him again already. I leaned into his chest and ran my tongue over one of those long erect nipples, perched on his chest like tiny dicks.
He groaned into the night and grabbed my neck, his legs raising and locking themselves over the arms of the chair, his torso sliding down to expose that beautiful furry butt to the edge of his seat.
I sucked a nipple into my mouth and teased it with my tongue.
His arms flew around me and pulled me to his chest and he whimpered. His legs wrapped around my back.
I moved slightly forward and my dick touched it... that ridge of asslip. I leaked onto it and it flowered open, kissing my frenulum.
I switched to the other nipple. He moaned and his hips moved his asslips over my dickhead. They were sucking on my spooge, opening and closing, the contact tingling, making me want him.
The dimples were back.
I pulled my head away to look at him.
"You should take me home."
His eyes sparkled in the firelight.
"No."
I looked over my shoulder and the dog was staring at me, one eye open.
She didn't want to go anywhere.
So, with the river rushing in the background, the moon overhead, and firelight flickering against the porch ceiling, I sat back on my haunches and regarded that sticky wet ass, covered in my precum.
His asslips were distended slightly now, and hungry. They had opened in a slight pout, kissing the night air, framed by big furry glutes. Interestingly his face had taken on a similar pout. His nipples now were very erect and the skin around them had tightened and seemed to be surrounded by hard gooseflesh.
I touched one with a forefinger and his dick burped out an ounce of clear fluid onto his stomach. He groaned, but his eyes never left mine.
"How do you feel?"
"Amazing."
"Yeah."
So I mentioned I'm no saint.
I leaned down, and still looking up into those eyes I ran my tongue up that ass slit. It pouted more, flowering open and closed. Begging.
He shuddered. Exhaled hard.
"I..."
"I know."
Time to get this show on the road. I raised back up on my knees and my cock found those ridges, leaking on them. Amazingly they pouted open wider, tasting my precum. They moved against me, spasming.
I slid my arms around his legs and touched his nipples with a forefinger and thumb simultaneously and rolled them back and forth.
Slits for eyes, sparkling irises, and a big wide grin. His asslips caressed me.
"Ready?"
"No."
I knew what he meant. This would change him. Forever.
"We can stop."
"Nooooooo."
It was a whine.
That reaction was familiar. But Cody was different.
He pushed me away. The fucker sat up, knees either side of me, bare feet on the floor.
He spat: "This is how you do it?"
I got up from the floor and sat down in the opposing chair, and said:
"No."
My hardon wasn't going away but if this is what he wanted, I was damn well going to permanently stain this handmade chair.
I grabbed a glass of bourbon and listened to the river, staring at the night sky.
"Two simultaneous hands free orgasms.."
"Four is the norm."
"What?"
"You're different."
"Wh.."
"You're built for this."
"Are we family?"
"Maybe."
I got up, naked, and carefully so as not to disturb the dog, put another split log on the fire.
I turned to Cody, who seemed unphased by his hunger and his seed spilled over his chest.
"OK?"
"No."
"Wanting. Hurting. Aching."
"Hungry."
"Yes."
"And angry."
"Can't act on it, can you?"
"No."
I actually asked him a question that required verbs.
He lay there in his chair, still rock hard and leaking (jesus we needed gatorade) and stared at me.
"I wasn't like this before tonight."
"I know."
"Is it permanent?"
"Up to you."
"This was my choice."
"Yep."
"Can you make it go away?"
"Yes."
"Will I forget?"
"Yes."
The fucker disappeared inside the cabin and returned with another bourbon on ice.
"Want grilled bacon for breakfast?"
I sighed. I looked up at those sparkling eyes.
"Kidnapped?"
"only if you want to be."
"OK"
Man I am a loser when it comes to articulation.
Me: "Bottom?"
"Never, except ... for you."
"Bad?"
"The need is, yeah. Never felt anything like it."
I hugged him. I stayed the fuck away from those nipples. It would make him collapse and maybe even grovel.
"You are going to get fucked."
He sighed in relief.
"OK?"
"OK"
Nights are only so long and they turn into days. I had only bestowed part of the package on Cody. It's not only a need with another. I needed to give him full awareness before the moon set and the sun rose. The fucking dog was still snoring by the fireplace.
He discarded the jeans by the chair. Didn't retrieve them. He didn't seem concerned that his dick was still erect, that he was still turned on.
His belly and legs were wet with cum, and precum. He was a man-mess and it made him VERY attractive.
He disappeared into the cabin. I sat in the waning moments of the night wondering if I should. Cody returned, a large metal contraption in his hand, covered in foil.
"over easy ok?"
"I'm along for the ride, Code."
He slid the thing into the fireplace on brackets he had placed there when making it and I heard the immediate sound of bacon sizzling.
He was still naked and hard. I watched his butt move in the firelight. I wanted it. This is what the hunger does.
"Hey."
An eye over the shoulder, a dimple.
"Got a minute?"
A nod.
"Blow me."
Cody turned, standing up straight and tall, and his cum covered stomach gleaned in the light from the fireplace. Those big assed brown eyes twinkled with mischief and he said:
"Whatever you want to do to pass the time. Breakfast in five."
He ate me. All the way to the goddam root, like a starving man craving sex, which I guess he was. But he never came up for air. He swallowed around me a lot and made me feel good, but he never came up for air. 5 minutes.
Maybe dick was his oxygen. Or my...
He got up off his knees and turned to the fireplace, sliding the grid out all the way to cool in the night air, and disappeared inside.
Fuck. When had he had time to do this shit?
Tortillas. on a platter. Three different salsas. Cody really wanted a partner. He was perfect.
He was asking me.
With this.
Sorry Code.
Fed on bacon, eggs, salsa (my favorite breakfast) I leaned back and sighed and when I looked down, my erection had not diminished. I looked over at him and he was grinning.
Hard as a fucking rock, that big ugly dick. he was still leaking.
"Code"
"Hmmm?"
"We have to finish this."
"Why?"
"Either you take me before the morning light or you will be stuck like this."
He was strong. The stripper dance earlier was a tease to get the kiss.
"I'm OK with," (he gestured down at his dick) "this."
I stood.
It was going to be the hard way with him.
I stepped around that beautiful hand made chair and stood beside the back of the one he was leaning back in, my dick dripping on his chest.
The smell is irresistible, and he turned his eyes to my lengthened member, sparkling eyes confused.
I didn't move, but my dick pulsed and dropped a dollop of charged drool right on target, right onto his left nipple.
The response wasn't immediate. I don't know that he knew it happened, but I watched him subtly bloom. His nipples became more erect, and his dick grew maybe another half inch, ... 8 now... still thicker than my forearm and angry, and his drool poured out over his abdomen, salvaged in the hair there.
"Now, Code."
No free will left, he stared at it.
"Eat it or get fucked by it. Either way I'm giving it to you."
I have never seen anyone change states so fast in my adult life.
"Fucked?"
"That's going to be really hard on you."
"Why?"
"You'll change."
"How?"
"You think you are irresistible now (referring to the patio dance)."
"Show me."
Two seconds later there was Cody's hole, the long lips open and my dick drooling over it.
I'm no saint. I massaged those asslips with a dick that was still growing, but had a mercifully small tip, and using nothing but a fuck fist full of precum, I started to slide into Cody.
He bucked under me. Actually tried to reject me and said
"NOOOOO."
OK.
I got up, grabbed a long assed swig of bourbon and went and petted the dog.
I looked back at him in that chair, up at the sky, back down at my dog, then back at him.
"Choose."
Next thing I knew I was looking at white boy pussy framed in hair. He was not shy, despite being scared. I grabbed both nipples and licked his slit top to bottom. He groaned approvingly and with the touch of his nipples mentally slipped away and writhed above me with quiet moans.
This would only take a moment, and it would seem like a lifetime to Cody.
I could eat this ass for hours and I probably will, but we have a mission.
I stood up and my dick was belching out precum, dollops falling on distended asslips
I put the head of my dick where it belonged and he involuntarily rocked against me. He wanted this regardless of the implications. So... fuck him.
I did.
The head of my dick passed those bulging ass lips and was engulfed in his heat.
One long stroke and he was mine, legs around my back, my lips on his, his arms holding me tight. I came.
Not like a normal man. I. CAME.
He felt what was happening. He held me tighter. He was scared. Those asslips gripped and released, sliding up and down my length.
The surprise.
He was happy until suddenly (well what in the fuck did you expect?) He started firing. That big fat ugly dick just started bolting out a load between us.
I reached up and grabbed those nipples and made them hurt.
He kept firing. 10. 20 contractions, squeezing my dick in his ass, my dick firing right along with him and he was experiencing a fire that started in his ass, with my come rocketing into him, spreading throughout his body.
Suddenly those pretty asslips closed around me like a vice and he wheezed, gripping my neck as his legs wrapped around my ass, his eyes opened wide, sparkling and staring at me. He started licking my face, groaning over and over.
"FUCK!"
His ass gripped and convulsed. I could hear the liquid sounds of his reaction to being seeded.
He reached down and grabbed my ass, pressing me in tighter, deeper.
He didn't know it was going to get more intense.
While he sought my tongue, I... grew.
My dick felt his need. It accommodated it. I burped out more precum, the smell of the stuff filling the air, and I got wider.
He stared at me and whimpered, hand on my back, hand on my ass.
I reached up and grabbed his nipples again, toying with them,
I grew longer, went deeper without moving. His asslips convulsed again around me and I shivered.
"fuck me." He said with a small voice.
I raised up, still teasing those big nipples.
"please."
I looked down at our connection.
His ass was actually sucking at my dick, and drooling all over the porch floor.
Cody was about to be reborn.
My fingers left his nipples and found my own. I don't much care for this part but with Cody, I wanted to watch.
I squeezed them. Hard. Cody's ass contracted around me, his anus distended around my root so I could see him wrapped around me and pulsing.
His eyes flew open as he felt me start to enlarge further.
"What the FUCK!"
I looked him in the eye, serious and deadpan.
I said: "Here."
And I started to shoot. Again.
Way beyond his second and third sphincter my dickhead had enlarged to something the size of an apple and it was stuck there. My veins had found his prostate and they were pulsing, massaging it.
I was creaming his guts with something he didn't understand.
My semen was beginning to be absorbed and he laid there, accepting, until he started to feel the results.
Those nipples got bigger and harder.
The asslips got wetter and started to massage me.
the eyes got brighter.
my dick didn't move but continued to pulse, filling him with seed.
He started to sweat profusely. He smelled good. I leaned down and stuck my tongue in his armpit.
Damn.
He was so wet I couldn't hold on to him.
He had been whimpering but now... with his asshole convulsing around my dick root he cried out.
"COMING!"
And it started.
Neither of us had touched that dick, and it fired off for a full two minutes, his ass contracting around me, volley after volley of thick creamy man spunk, soaking his chest hair, some of it on my chin, in his hair, on his face,on the chair behind him, and he was speechless, rolling his head from side to side.
When it ended his ass was still gripping me.
My ass.
It was slurping on my root now, involuntarily.
His eyes opened lazily, a look of fulfillment in them.
A lazy grin spread across his face.
I had thought about a couple of things while I was blowing cum into him, something I don't usually do.
I could see the results.
His lips were fuller.
Testing, I raised a finger and touched his bottom lip. His tongue swirled out and captured it.His upper lip distended and wrapped around it. Cody was now the perfect hungry cocksucker.
I looked down at his new improved nipples and bent, taking one in my mouth. He whimpered when I sucked, and warm Cody milk filled my mouth, salty and sweet. His dick burped out more fluid and his asshole suckled my dick.
I was softening, returning to my normal state.
Cody wasn't. It would take him some time.
His dick was a full inch longer, but no thicker, still wrapped in fleshy fabric, still obscene, still rock hard.
"OK?"
"No."
"I know."
"I need..."
"Yeah."
A football team couldn't help Cody right now. Not even if they were all superstar all americans, gay, into man ass, and hung like horses.
His ass craved dick, his mouth did, and his tits were so sensitive that if you brushed them casually he might come without touching himself. It would be like this for the rest of probably three days. Fortunately for him we were someplace safe, with food and water, and I would be able to look after him.
He was going to need a LOT of looking after.
Time to feed the dog again.