Cody

Cody 11

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I'd like to say for the sake of romanticists that our walk to the back patio with the dog was a Leave it to Beaver moment and June was waiting for us with a casserole there, but... I'm happier to report... it wasn't.

Cody looked like I had driven him hard and put him away wet, which ... most literally, I had. He was grinning, and seemed to have full comfort in knowing himself and the happiness in his reactions. That's cool.

He hadn't noticed yet.

Even cooler.

The fire was still burning on the back patio and out of reflex more than anything I went and dropped two more split logs on the coals.

The dog had lit out and was chasing squirrels, cavorting in the underbrush.

I turned to him, his hair all bed headed, still smelling like my favorite kind of need,,,

"How are you feeling?"

He looked up at me. "Honestly?"

"Yes."

"Overwhelmed. Apprehensive. Desired. Fulfilled."

"Physically?"

"Relaxed, still excited, partially satiated, and..."

It started to dawn on him. Something new.

"Stuart?"

"Yeah?" I looked at him with genuine curiosity.

"My, ... my chest."

"Yeah?"

"I can come out of my nipples now?"

"Not exactly."

"They will be a lot easier for you to control now, but one thing you will not be able to control is what they do when you orgasm. You are truly connected, prostate, dick, nuts, nipples, asshole."

He looked down and his nipples reverted to something akin to normal, maybe a big larger.

"Cool."

"I can wear tee shirts."

"That's what you wanted buddy."

"You will have to figure out what else they do. I'm not sure myself."

"Kind of a freaky thing to wake up to."

"Try opening your morning eyes to the back of your hairy fucking neck."

He turned, and again balled a fist. Square in the jaw.

"Fucker."

I started laughing of course, holding my face. That hurt. He may have dislocated it this time.

"Punk."

I looked at him, mock wounded.

He reached up and touched my chin with his thumb.

No more pain.

"Pussy."

Yep... we were going to get along just fine.

So in the early twilight, the hour before the birds sing, we stood there both with hardons (thankfully mine was back to life size, not Cody modified fantasy size), dripping onto the patio.

He was beautiful disheveled like this. I couldn't take my eyes off him.

I was about to implode from these feelings.

"Front porch?"

He looked up at me and his dimples ran deep.

"Why do you like it there so much?"

"It's soothing, Code. I can hear the river, have a fire, see the canyon, feel my lifeblood around me. It's sheltered, an outdoor room. It's really calming and centering."

"Front porch."

We turned and walked to it, up the hand hewn split log stairs onto the rough planed hemlock planks. The fire had dwindled a bit, the hearth glowing with hot coals. Two seasoned split logs changed that in minutes and we were seated in front of a nicely crackling fire. Naked. both of us still rocking wood of our own.

The river falls below us thundered in the distance and we started to pick out constellations above the horizon of the canyon wall.

I glanced over to him. I wanted to fuck him again. SO fucking bad. It would be SO fucking good.

He turned to me, eyes sparkling.

"Hey."

I looked over, questioning.

"Yeah?"

"Mind if I experiment?"

"Not at all if you're serving drinks."

Tray disappeared, reappeared in seconds with two sweeps of door seals.

Ice, Bourbon, and a dripping Cody standing between me and the fire.

"HEY!"

"That nasty looking dick I dig is totally blocking my view, you hairy sweaty prick!"

He grinned in silhouette. Even when he wagged his hips that meat didn't rock. Stone hard.

He grabbed the arms of my chair and leveraged himself onto my lap, Legs spread over the chair arms, my dick against his nuts.

Fuck, I could smell him up close now. The Cody locker room was back. Piss, sperm, sweat (heavy on the sweat, not rank, just fresh and ... carrying a ton of pheromones), and all of the other feelings it engendered. Need, desire, communicating his sincerity in wanting to be taken. And something else... tentative.

I looked up at him sitting on me.

His eyes were sort of screwed up, looking for something and then, he looked down and grinned.

"Oh."

His nipples that had been as compact as the moment we met, .. lengthened.

The areolas got bigger, and actually started to sweat, moisture glistening on them.

His dick was flooding my crotch with moisture, his precum coating me.

His nipples started to pulse and got bigger.

"Stuart..."

"Yeah? I grinned up at him.

"This is hot."

The areolas pulsed. The nipples got a little longer, now an inch and a half maybe. So fucking hot. I wanted to suck them hard.

"Stu..."

"Yeah?"

"Touch me."

Well fuck.

Of course.

I reached up with my fingers and just barely touched his nipples and he fired.

He came all over my face, and I was tasting him, I think he even shot some in my nose.

And when he shot, the shit that came out of those nipples was nothing like before.

It was thick, and smelled raw, earthy, sweat, semen, something else tangy and salty, like every smell I liked about Cody.

I knew better but I leaned up and sucked.

My eyes shot open. I went into overdrive. My dick got very hard and very much bigger.

"Raise up, cowboy."

He did. I slid down six inches in the chair.

"Make yourself REALLY comfortable."

He sat.

I got bigger. Really big. I filled him up, but there was a change.

The bottom of my dick where it rested against his prostate, that became my new playground. The game seemed to be "beat Cody's gland to death."

Every time I moved I was hyper conscious of his reactions. I could sense his excitement. I sure as fuck enjoyed watching him ride.

But the center of my dick had become accustomed to Cody's anatomy, and it was.. adapting. I was more sensitive there, where his gland and my dick joined. I could feel him, the lump against my dick pulsing. I liked it. A lot. I had the feeling this part of my cock was sensitive all the way around now, so any position we were in I would be able to feel his nut against me, and I would be able to treat it better.

Cool.

That made me happy, being able to better make Cody happy. Now something really weird. Aside from Cody raising his eyebrows at the new sensations, I started to get thicker there, like a thick knot snug up against his organ. If the apple returned I would be shaped like a barbell.

Cody screwed up his eyebrows, trying to figure out what was going on and then on a downstroke, it compressed his gland and his eyes shot open in surprise.

"Ohhhh."

"Yeah."

"OOoooohhh."

"Yeeeeeahh."

He rocked back and forth, feeling me.

"What th...??"

"I know. Feels good."

"What..??"

"I think the only thing it won't do now is vibrate, bud."

"It feels soooooo gooood."

He moved.

"Uuuhngh."

Precome was soaking my abdomen.

He rocked back and forth slightly

"OOOHH!!"

He raised up slightly and ground himself back down onto me.

His eyes got big.

He started breathing really hard and slid all the way onto me, his asslips leaking fluid all over my nuts. He grabbed my chest, started gyrating up and down, back and forth on my dick.

"STU!!"

"FUCK."

"SHIT."

His ass lips were fluttering around my root now, opening and closing, and he was jamming himself onto me, grinding the knot against his own.

Soaked in sweat, Cody was getting lost in a sex daze, his eyes rolled back in his head, gripping me, massaging his gland against my bulging dick.

"Coooode."

I reached up and flicked them.

They grew. They started dripping again, obscene hanging down below his pectorals. They were truly magnificent, inviting. I leaned up and took his left nipple in my mouth. Yeah... tangy, and thick, warm, tasting sweat and Cody goop. It was extremely sexual, and base, raw.

Hot as fuck.

His gyrations on my meat had not stopped, nor had his groans.I was tight against his prostate and throbbing there. He was ... happy. Delirious, actually. Incapable of speech, he could only moan, and grunt. I occasionally heard my name whispered. He fell against me, legs splayed out over the armrests of the chair, asshole wetly sucking my dick, his chest against mine, his face by my neck, whimpering, still rocking on me.

Wow.

He was soaking wet, hard to hold on to, shivering, grunting, whining, yipping when he felt really full or the pressure in him got very intense.

Cody. His hair was scrubbing me as he writhed. He was a happy man, impaled on me. Those eyes of his when he sat up to grind deeper, spoke volumes. Sex daze, dreamy, enveloped in his own pleasure, and mine. Cody liked riding. He was extremely good at it. I couldn't get enough Cody ass. It was soooo warm, so wet, so... fucking sexy contracting on me. His reactions turned me as much if not more than the sensations he was feeding my meat. I felt like I was plugged into a light socket that happened to be a compact muscular wrestler. Man he smelled good, looked good, tasted good, and moved like a fucking whore, splaying himself out for more dick, more pounding, more... everything, dripping ass juice down my thighs.

I had willed it not to happen so far, but I could feel my own need, in responding to him. I started to grow. The barbell was going to happen whether I liked it or not. I lengthened slightly and my cockhead deep inside him started to grow.

He sat up straight, allowing it to have space beyond the third sphincter, which had been massaging my head. He was now gripping me way up inside himself, peeling back my foreskin so the head could expand in him, his eyes turned toward the ceiling, staring at nothing at all, feeling what was happening in his guts.

I didn't will this, and neither did he. It was a natural progression, I think. I didn't want to change him, or me... I think it just became a state when I was this turned on. This would lock us together. Neither of us would be able to disconnect from the other. The apple returned, big, shiny, somewhere up in his colon I became VERY sensitive.

"OOOOOHHHH."

"Yeahhhh."

"Code."

"Mmmm?"

"Suck it."

"Ooooh... Ohhhkaaay.'

He seemed to be concentrating and suddenly I felt very wet. His ass lips gripped me very tightly and his colon grasped my foreskin, raking it up and down my length.

He whined.

I reached up and grasped his nipples very loosely and twisted them. He semi chuckled and sobbed, tears suddenly pouring out of his eyes.

"Hey."

He looked down at me, hands still on my chest.

"What?"

"It's never been this good, Stu."

He sniffed.

I widened my arms and he fell into them.

"For me either, bud."

I enveloped him in caring.

What fucking rule book?

He was overwhelmed, and so was I.

I did have an agenda.

Cream Cody. One more time before the dawn.

So... I did.

I ran my hands down his sweaty back to our connection and touched his ass lips with my fingers, feeling him spasm there, only one place of several he was grasping my dick. His ass lips were wet, and taught, grasping me. Wetly expanding and contracting around me, needy and happy.

I looked up at him.

"OK?"

"Way more than."

"I need to come, Code."

"Otherwise we can't leave this spot."

"Yeah. I can't even move on you."

"Scary?"

"A little, but I trust you."

Funny, I didn't feel the same way yet, but didn't vocalize it.

"Stuart?"

"Yeah?"

Mock seriousness: "Don't change me into a two foot tall monkey please."

I smiled. "Sometimes an orgasm is just an orgasm, Code."

"I just need you to understand you have fulfilled me."

"This has been..."

"I know, fucker. I can feel you on my dick."

"The hottest night of my life."

"I have something for you, now. Code"

I fired off. I filled him with feelings along with sperm. I let him know he was cared for, that he meant something to me, that I would protect him, that I wouldn't let go.

His dick massage, the looong ased connection. I had to fill him up or the top of my head was going to blow off.

Cody blew.

Like not once or twice. Three times.

He fucking blew Cody spunk everywhere.

wow.

I started to relax into human size. I was really grateful.

"Cody."

"Yeah?"

"Do me a favor."

"OK."

"Don't clean that shit off." Pointing to his chest covered in goo and sperm.

"And go and get us something to wash down the night and fall asleep with together."

As he disappeared behind the sweep of the door seals I stood up, certain my back carried the imprint of the chair slats, I replenished the fire and sat down, dick finally at rest, and listened to the river in the canyon below. I love these mountains.

He returned. Sat down beside me in his chair and sighed.

"I know."

"Stuart."

"It's never been that good for me, either, Code."

We sipped, silently, and listened to the river, the dog snoring by the hearth.

Several hours later, with the dawn sending streaks of light onto the beautiful golden maple floors, the dog stirred beside us, wrapped in each other's scent, a quiet hug with no urgency. I was groggy as fuck, and just wanted to disappear into his chest (How had I fallen asleep with my head between his pecs? Holy shit he smelled good)

I grunted and slid out long, wrapped an arm around his back, and he arched his back in his sleep, stretching, his thick thighs caressing my thighs and abdomen.

I sighed at him. He quietly breathed out heavily above me.

More sleep. I drifted off again.

"Coooode."

I might have said it out loud. I don't fucking know.

I know I was touching him. I know I was enchanted by him. I know I wanted him. So emotional whispers of his name were certainly not beyond me, and made sense.

I could have dreamed I did it, but... He turned 90 in the bad and snuggled his dreamy fur covered ass right up where it belonged, to my now (thankfully) limp dick and scrubbed his back against my chest.

I did my duty. Arms around him, I pulled the comforter up over us, and made him feel taken care of, warm, and safe. He inhaled, and exhaled, and sort of made a small comfort sound, "MMph," before his breathing returned to normal.

I drifted off right with him. I liked Cody. I liked him a lot. I was still a little pissed by the intro, but I was going to get over that.

I really wanted to slip right into dreams with him.

I did.

I dreamed... Him.

Standing. Staring at me in the fading light of a sunset. What?

Yeah. He had fear in his eyes. Frightened.

That was freaky.

Well, then the freaky shit happened.

An explosion behind him.

White light, then an orange fireball, a structure splitting open and collapsing. People running. I blacked out.

Darkness, Cody smell.

Dreaming on the scent of my favorite locker room.

I hugged him tighter and drifted.

An hour later he roused, woken by the dog stirring, wandering around the big room.

He turned his head up, blinking. I felt it and covered his lips with mine.

"Morning, rascal."

He smiled up at me, sleepily,

"Morning big guy."

Nobody's ever called me big guy before. I blushed. I ran my hand down his crusty torso and grinned at him.

"Hey, champ."

"You sure know how to show a guy a good time."

"I don't have to try with you."

"You could make a trucker in a bath house blush, fucker."

His ass was still pressed against my groin and I felt the stirrings of another Cody induced longing starting there.

"We should head North today."

He sighed.

"I know. I want to stay right here in the bat cave and hole up. I never want to leave. I did invite Clint over to meet you this weekend."

"You will like him."

"Can we wait until tomorrow? It's only Thursday."

"One condition."

His eyebrows rose.

"You fuck me senseless at least twice more."

The dimples got really deep and an evil glint rose in his eyes.

"I now have a goal for the day."

The dog was pacing.

I was now full on hard again. I didn't have to check to see if he was. Mr. Eveready.

We rolled out of the truck frame groggily, he looking like he was in gym camp and ready to hit the mats, me all mussed and coated with Cody jizz, my chest hair matted down, hair probably sticking out crooked all over my head, yawning.

Cody was already leaking again what with the talk of fucking all day long, that thick dick sticking straight up in the air, curving back to his furry abs, leaking dick drool all over those pretty maple planks.

I needed to find his mop.

Later.

The dog sat and stamped her feet. She really needed to go.

We both grinned at her simultaneously.

"Why don't you show her out. Don't forget the command."

Cody walked to the door and touched the doorknob, turned to her and raised his eyebrows. Very good, Code.

She sat. He opened the door, looking at her.

"Go on," he whispered quietly, and she shot out the door past him.

He looked at me grinning.

"See? Part of the family now."

We both smiled, and followed her out, both leaking dick drool at each other.

I put my hand on his shoulder while we both stood there on the flags, relishing the morning light rising in the day.

"Where do you want to do breakfast?"

"How about your favorite roost?"

"I was hoping you would say that. May I?"

"Of course."

I left Cody with the dog and disappeared inside. After a quick trip to ensure there was enough wood on the fire, I returned to the kitchen, found a cast iron skillet, filled it with eggs, ham, cheese, bread crumbs, and a dash of milk, some left over broccoli (YUM) and a little bit of cinnamon and cumin.

This would be really easy. I covered the skillet in foil and returned to my favorite seat in the house to check the fire.

Coaling out. Perfect.

I heard the dog barking out back... the playful barks.

I walked down the split logs, still barefoot and naked, to peer around the corner.

Cody, hardon and all, was bent over. arms outstretched. She was grinning at him, front paws splayed out, butt up in the air, sneering at him. He was grinning. He took one step forward toward her and she lurched, growling.

Another, she stood up on her hind legs and batted the air with her front paws barking and drooling.

Yep... she had his number. I retreated to the porch.

So... I went back inside to see if there was something extra I could add and out of Cody's tiny undercounter fridge I pulled a mason jar filled with a dark brown concoction.

I opened the lid and was rewarded with the scent of apples and cinnamon.

oooooh. Apple Butter.

I foraged the cabinets.

Yep. Right there.

The extra baguette from last night. I pulled out foil and sliced it similarly to our meal last evening, but this time I reached into the fridge and pulled out an olive oil spread (he did keep things healthy here) and slipped a knife coated with it into each slot.

I filled the loaf with small dollops of apple butter and closed it up tight, wrapping it in foil for heating.

I returned to the porch and slid the skillet onto the top grate, careful to move it to the rear of the fireplace, away from the coals surrounded by the warmth of the fireplace stones.

The foil wrapped bread still lay on the table beside me.

Plates.

Two minutes. Plates, napkins, silverware, and glasses for juice. A bottle of green goop he didn't see me bring in last night.

I was looking forward to seeing him cringe.

I could hear both of them on the back patio now... her snarling, him laughing, and could picture Cody's muscles in the dawn light, dancing with her. I knew what she liked, and I knew she liked playfulness.

I knew he was probably getting a workout, because she LOVED to play. She expected physicality.

Boxers never give you slack. They want you to be a physical companion. They always challenge you. They never stop. Even when they KNOW they are supposed to behave they will be willful and try to test limits.

Nature of the breed.

Unfortunately for the dog, Cody would one up her on every test.

Talk about willful.

Talk about Cody.

I was destressing, with breakfast on, plates arranged, green goop on the table, the falls below us echoing in the canyon, My mission for the day was accomplished. I sat down on my happy (boned) ass and regarded the mist filled canyon with the sun rising over it.

Heavenly.

HE bounded up the stairs.

Grinning, sweaty.

Still fucking rock hard.

Dimples deep, sweating.

"Hi"

"Hey you."

"Did you have a good time?"

"She's awesome."

"She probably knows more about us than either one of us."

"She really has adopted you. I've never seen her play with someone else like she did with you."

He blushed.

"She's sweet."

"No."

"She is really, really smart."

He cocked his head at me, sort of like the dog would if she were questioning me.

"Yeah, bud."

"You are hers now."

"Wh?"

"I dunno."

"She gathers pack."

"You are now part of it."

"Oh."

Jingle of tags, a quiet snuffling, and she snuggled up to the warm hearth, one eye open staring at me.

"She's waiting for me to accept you. It's stressing her out."

"So????"

"So fuck you."

Fucker walked right off his own porch and disappeared.

No. I mean he was gone.

I walked up to the tub. No Cody. I walked inside and looked in the lean to.

Nobody.

I quit.

I went back to the fireplace and grabbed the skillet and pulled it out of the fire to keep it from scorching, and sat there, glued to the sound of the river and the rising day, wondering if he was really pissed or if he understood.

I did not want him in my life.

I did not ever want to have to accept this kind of responsibility again.

I never wanted to bury another man... another hero.

Talk about fatalism. There it was before we even started.

I kicked myself in my own ass.

"COOOOOOODEEEEEEEEEEE"

I shouted.

"Pleeeeease!"

I sat back down, in tears, sobbing, alone, having rejected a beautiful gift.

I heard a log creak, and turned my head.

Yeah, there he was. I was so sorry. I had tears pouring down my face.

""Hey."

"Hi."

"I have breakfast ready for you, bud."

He looked at me under those deep brows.

"Do I have to drink the green goop?"

"Nope."

"It's good. I like it."

"Cody."

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry. It's hard."

"I'll figure it out."

"We will never touch that place in your heart Stuart,"

he seemed a bit hurt.

"I understand that only happens once."

"So, let's enjoy this."

"OK, buddy."

He leaned down with those god awful sensual lips and kissed me, my face wet with the possibility of losing him.

"OK."

"Breakfast, Champ."

He smiled. "Starving."

We did. Woah... what a meal.

Simple, egg casserole out of the pan and bread dripping with olive oil and apple butter, holy shit.

SO good. So full of protein, vitamins, all the shit boys need to grow up big and strong, and ... shared over a table filled with growing mutual understanding.

Woof.

He grinned at me at one point, his face dripping with olive oil, glass of green goop nearly gone.

"This is good."

"Good."

"You will be a healthier man."

"For you."

Shit.

He had goals. Not just his own.

"Code."

"Yah?"

"Not for me."

"For you."

"and everyone else."

"Understand?"

He sat up straight.

Stared at me.

"OK."

"No. Not `OK.' Tell me you get it."

"I don't, Stu."

"I will be the first to say this has been fun but I don't understand it. at all."

"Cody, enjoy your breakfast and let's take a walk."

Dishes clean, pan put away. foil discarded, we donned boots and wandered into the woods.

"You sought me," bringing a hand onto his shoulder.

He looked up at me, wide eyed.

Nodding back at our twinkling shadow in the leaves, "I had no choice but to respond."

He grinned.

"I wanted to fucking bash your face in for insinuating your desires into our lives."

He dropped his head, guiltily. He knew what he had done.

"Code." we stopped.

He looked up to me.

"You are the most meaningful thing that has happened to me in years."

"Even if you WERE a willful prick and forced it upon me."

I just left it there... and wandered down the mountain path until I found a big assed rock to sit on. I left him there. alone.

Maybe five, maybe ten minutes later I felt friction against my elbow, and warmth.

Cody.

He was soft, smooth, masculine, and vulnerable, even in his tentative touch against my shoulder.

FUUUCK I was digging this man.

"Hey Code?"

"Yeah?"

"can I have a massage?"

He grinned, and climbed up behind me, sitting down, his wide thighs either side of my hips, big dick against my ass.

He slid his hands up my naked back barely touching my skin, his fingers tracing the tight muscles.

I felt him lightly tracing my muscles. Tentatively. And then... I felt him.

Probing. Very lightly. even with the tips of his fingers, unsure.

I sparked.

"Ungh"

Yeah, he could. He could do the same damned thing I could do. I felt my mack lose tension under his hands.

He flattened his palms out on the plates of my shoulders and I felt him in me.

"Cooode."

He began to work his fingers into my mass of tight, sore musculature, and I responded,

"Buuuuddy..."

He leaned in and kissed my spine and I tingled from there, down to my ass, and around to my testicles.

"Ooooh, Coooody."

"I want you to feel good Stuart," he whispered.

Shit.

Dude, mission accomplished.

Here. on this rock, at this moment, I was feeling more fulfilled than I had for years.

Nothing more was said for moments. His fingers dug into my back and he found the soreness and gripped it away.

I apparently had given him the gift of touch. He reached up, sweeping his hands up my back.

"Ready?"

"No."

I felt his hands on my traps, caressing me.

This would hurt like a motherfucker and I was really unsure if I could take it.

"Shhhh."

"Stuart?"

"Yes?"

"I need this probably more than you."

Well, fuck. What do you do with THAT?

"OK."

I stared out through the trees at the canyon dropping below us to the thundering river bottom, knowing I was about to get punked.

His hands squeezed.

I froze. GOD this hurt. His grip was fucking painful.

DAMMIT.

FUCK.

I saw stars again. HOLY SHIT.

"FUCK CODY!!!!"

I wanted to curse MORE loudly but the only thing I could do was sigh like a little girl. I lost all muscle control in my torso. I slumped back against him and felt his fingers relaxing and his tongue gliding up the nape of my neck into my ear. I fucking came all over us, probably got some in his hair, the boulder we were sitting on was soaked, and I was a creamy mess. I was heaving, so wiped out from the emotional rollercoaster and Cody's attentiveness and caring.

"Hey" he whispered.

"Mmmm?"

"Still with me?"

"Ooooh yeah."

"Hold me."

He did.

I came around, looking at the fog shrouded canyon below listening to the river pound its way down the canyon. Feeling warm arms around my torso. This was going to be a good day.