Cody

Cody 13

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Showers.

I scrubbed surgical soap into my armpits, to make me (Hopefully) less rank.

I douched with the shower shot. twice.

I reached into the cabinet and found the multis, double dosed on B's.

I went to the fridge and pulled out a lone monster and slugged it.

"You prepping for a fucking school dance?"

He stood there damp, towel around his neck.

"Nope, cowpoke. I want to show you some tricks."

"oh. Shit's going down, then."

"Yep."

"For you."

Eyebrows raised. Big browns sparkling.

Good.

I didn't know if I could do what I THOUGHT I could do, but I was going to try.

We pulled on jeans and flannel shirts and boots... shit you would see at any truck stop.

No scent.

One the way to the bat cave Cody passed me a cigarette.

"I like you a little smoky."

He fired up the ambiguously identical Jeep and approached the ten foot tall sliding steel door.

Ten minutes later we were pulling under the rusted Sunoco gas station canopy.

"Hey gorgeous."

He blushed.

"I..."

"You need a room."

"Yeah."

"He said you could share his."

"Wh...?"

"200, baby. around the building at the top of the stairs. Wish I were coming with you."

"He's something else."

"Here's a key he left for you, sunshine."

"H.."

"angel, he wanted you to come, and went to get cleaned up for you."

"Oh."

"You treat that man nice, or I will come calling."

Cody, wide eyed, looked at her.

"He's more than you know."

"He's here for YOU."

"Serena."

"Not bullshitting you. Go. see."

"I wish I had that firepower behind me."

"Go."

"Thanks."

"Mmmm hmm. you sweet thing."

We wandered out into the lot, men making their way around the place.

Hottest fucking truck stop in the state and we were confined to one meeting. I wanted to partake in glory holes and men making loud noises, coming. Fuck. I had to be on a mission instead. I was (sort of) pissed.

My initital thoughts and expectations about the evening were not dashed... just changed. Modified.

Life's a bitch. Throws you curves, when you least expect them.

Cody was holding the key card like it was a foreign object. "Go, champ."

"He left it for you."

The dark Chevy was parked around back below the staircase and I noticed the fence had been unloaded from the bed. I would have laughed but Cody was standing still staring at the staircase. rock solid still.

"I will not let him hurt you."

He turned to me.

"I can't do it again."

"It won't happen again. He promised."

"I believe him."

I wagged my eyebrows.

"I have a couple of other ideas in mind, though.."

He regarded me seriously until I grinned.

He grinned back.

"You look ornery."

"I feel that way."

He smiled.

"OK."

He put a boot on the bottom step and climbed.

Well, OK

Here we go.

An evening at Serena's

What I didn't know, and what Cody hadn't mentioned was that Serena was also an outfitter.

That's sort of like saying "It's a gas station," not mentioning the dock or the rafts or the campground, or the boat shuttle.

Brad's room was at the top of the stairs.

What's the first thing you do when you go into a motel room?

Close the curtains, right?

Wide open. windows open.

Brad, fully dressed, big dick bulging in his jeans, on the sofa, watching a football game.

Cody knocked. His head turned and he saw Cody there looking at him through the window.

I swear it didn't even take a second. Tears started pouring out of his eyes.

He jumped up and goofily plodded to the door.

He opened it and held his arms out wide, big fucker.

Cody stepped into his embrace, flattened his head into his chest and breathed big man smell really deep.

Brad wrapped his big guns around him and groaned.

"I was hoping so hard big man."

He looked at me shyly through tears and mouthed "Thank you."

I nodded.

I wasn't done looking at the property. There were lanterns and a fireplace on the dock.

"Uh, Cody."

He looked up at BDB.

"The waterbug is fucked up."

They both looked at me staring at the dock and the river.

"Better take him."

"Let's both."

Brad came out the door and in the gentlest gesture I had seen him make, he grabbed my hand.

"You're going to like this"

He led me down the stairs, Cody following.

across a low flat lawn, with a few tents scattered around to a beach. a fucking sand beach.

No shit. In the middle of the Allegheny mountains on the side of a mountain river, this was sand. Like... beach sand. No fucking way.

But it was right here. I was slack jawed.

OK.

A few steps further and we were on a pier. big posts, wide planks, lit by oil lanterns.

The river under us, thundering past. I was enchanted. I looked around, up at the stars outlining the rim of the canyon, and at the two of them and out at the light dancing on the water, and I was fucking speechless. I knew my jaw was hanging open, taking it in.

BDB turned to Cody: "Is it really this easy to shut him up?"

Cody looked at him and shrugged. "Water."

Like it was an inside joke. I came to in a hot second and said `You shitheads can have all the fun you want. This is fucking heaven right here."

The pier widened at the end, with space for a few tables and... a fucking woodpile and a metal fireplace which happened to be blazing.

"Brad?"

"Yes sir?"

"Does Serena supply drinks?"

"No sir."

"She did however send this to the end of the pier for us in anticipation of your visit."

A wooden box with a hinged door sat behind him.

Inside, three bottles of bourbon, a bowl full of sliced granny smith apples in water and in a drawer below, ice, and small containers of assorted mixers. Three (only three) crystal glasses.

"Cody"

He looked at me.

"Serena has your number baby."

I've never met a witch.

I did not believe they didn't exist.

I think I may have met one today.

This was unbelievable.

Big wide sofa, wide enough for all three of us, thick cushions.

Cody in the middle of course.

coffee table for the glasses, flickering light from the lanterns and fire, me all full of myself with the water underneath us, almost skittish. Restless.

"No." Cody.

"You can get in it tomorrow."

I love these mountains.

I love these rivers.

Brad: "Wh...?"

"He gets hypnotized or some weird shit."

They were talking about me in the third person.

"What?"

"He just needs to beat it."

"That's fucked up."

"No other way to put it. Put him by a river and he's gonna scheme."

So with the river rushing under us, warmed by the fire, and with Serena's gift pack, we were some pretty happy dudes. Well, two of us happy, one extremely stressed by the sound of the water and not being in it.

Nowhere to go, we could pee off the pier, and just be... us.

Um. this IS a truck stop, right?

I raised my eyes. "Glory holes?"

Cody turned to me "NO FUCKING INTEREST, AT ALL."

"I think I could make them all come here."

"NO FUCKING WAY."

"OK."

"How about we stoke the fire here and make some frickin' Bradmance."

"Perfect."

Interesting.

Serena had a dock box.

We've all seen them.

vac formed plastic.

sitting there, by the rails, just waiting for someone to open it and pull out supplies. I opened it.

Big red cushions. a blanket on top. Three (???) pillows.

Serena had planned.

She was if not a witch, something more than special.

I fucking laid them out. Put the pillows out.

This was planned, for us.

"Brad."

He cocked his eyebrows at me.

"She wanted you to be comfortable, big man."

He laid down, big dick scarfing air, pouched in his foreskin.

"You don't look very comfortable."

Cody took care of that.

Brad was all big, hairy, spread wide open, big ugly skin covered dick pointing up at the stars, leaking shit out of that smarmy nozzle pouched over the big head of his dick, dripping on his fuzzy abdomen, thick trail of precum dripping into his hair.

Cody dropped trou, right there on the end of Serena's Pier, big muscular dimpled butt covered in fine hair and laid down between Brad legs and started to eat a big assed dinner.

Nasty fucking meal. Ugly.

Hot.

He opened wide and Brad dick disappeared into his neck.

Hot shit.

I thought better of joining and stood up, walked over to Serena's box, and leaned down, opening it and refilled my glass and holy shit, a pack of my brand was tucked in there, along with a lighter.

Was she a witch? How the fuck did she know this shit?

I was tired of being surprised. Really fucking tired of it.

Happy Cody sounds. He really liked Brad's Big Dick.

His butt was splayed out in the firelight.

the frog leg stance was back again. Fucker was gorging himself on thick meat and brad was lying there, eyes shut, caressing his head softly.

Footsteps.

Heavy.

I looked toward them.

Boots. Jeans. Big man, muscular, tee shirt over wide pecs, jeans full of leaking dick, carrying a beer, smoking a cigar.

"Private party?"

"Nope."

"Have a seat."

He did.

Turned to me.

"Clyde."

"Stuart."

"Hey."

He looked down at Cody choking on Brad's meat, his ass splayed out to the galaxy above us.

"Nice night."

"Yep. Perfect."

"You boys do this shit a lot?"

"Nope."

"OK."

"Clyde."

"Yeah?"

"This is sort of a one on one party between them."

"Sort of a reuniting thing."

"Second date?"

"Sort of."

"Let's let them have their time. Walk?"

"OK."

He stood. I grabbed my jeans and slid them on, my boots, my sweatshirt.

We clunked off the pier, delirious cocksucking Cody sounds and Brad sighs fading behind us.

Goddam that was beautiful.

Clyde copped a right at the bottom of the steps and hot footed it to a tent right on the river bank, with a fire pit in front of it, with two chairs in front of a very nice fire set up, and a stack of wood beside it.

"Care for a refresh on that... is it bourbon?"

"Yeah, it is."

"Might not be your brand, but you're welcome."

He handed me a bottle.

That would do. It was not my brand, but my second favorite.

"They... like each other?"

"No."

"The sub... he hates the top."

"Oh?"

"Yeah."

"The big guy broke his arm."

"Threw him through a fucking chair, busted him up."

Clyde stood, angry.

"No, buddy, let them be. They're healing right now."

"Brad's more than sorry."

"I'm glad you came out."

"They need the time."

"You're OK with them... "

He left the question lingering.

"Yeah. No."

"I'm worried about Cody."

"The little guy?"

"Yeah."

"So we can keep an eye out from here?"

"He seems very happy, man."

Cody was sucking dick like a champ and Brad had a hand plastered to his forehead, and another grasping a nipple, and Cody was scarfing down Brad dick.

The river was loud and sparkling. I wanted to be in it.

I turned to him.

"Hey Clyde."

"Hi Stuart."

"Where are you from?"

"Mingo."

"Doesn't get much rougher than that."

"Nope."

"You grew up big and strong."

"Thanks."

"Wanna wrestle?"

He grinned at me, eyes dancing in the firelight.

We did.

Softly.

Clyde was gentle.

He was cut... no, uncut. His foreskin was retracted under a widely flanged dickhead.

Hung like a fucking stallion. Big headed dick, He smelled like horses.

He was mostly smooth, muscular, and he liked to hug. He liked licking my neck.

Holding me tight.. gentle, in big wide strong arms.

After he had blown down my throat gripping my head in a vice grip against his nuts, we sat outside in the chairs by the fire and watched Cody ride Brad. I watched Code lean down and kiss the big man, and turned to Clyde.

"I'd like to do that with you."

He smiled.

"Let's."

He laid down in the grass, his dick pointing to the sky, big head pointing up. I sat on him and he filled me. He grinned. I groaned. "Fuck you're big." I wasn't fucking kidding. He was huge. He hurt like a motherfucker going in, and now that he was inside me I didn't think I could handle him. Seriously. I had not had this big of a dick in me since, well, Brad ripped me a new asshole, and that was nearly intolerable, like being raped. I felt like I was being gutted. He was fucking monsterous, and his head was wide, and thick, doing awful, wonderous things inside me. Impaled. Shit I couldn't believe I thought this was going to be easy. I had tears running down my face, sighing, grunting, moaning, in a total dick daze. I couldn't think straight. He was IN ME. How the fuck BIG WAS this dick?

HUGE.

I moved. Whoa.

He was bigger than altered Brad.

The head was ripping in and out of my upper sphincter, I was seeing fucking stars.

It started to feel REALLY good. Like searingly good. I was stretched so fucking wide open and getting really slick on him. This was going to be a really nasty fuck.

I reached down and put my hands flat on his pecs, the big muscles supporting me, and squatted up, dragging tons of meat out of my asshole.

I screwed my eyes up and rode all the way back down, feeling his pubes scratch my ass lips and ground against him, that big head ripping into my guts.

"Ohhh." I groaned. "OHHH" as I ground onto him harder.

"FUUUUCK." He pulsed in me.

"GOD!"

"SHIT."

"CLYDE."

"FUCK."

OH GOD YOU FEEL GOOD."

"Please."

I collapsed on him, grinding my ass on his dick.

I didn't care if seemed wanton, whorish, slutty. I just never wanted him to stop fucking me. I don't think I ever had this kind of release before.

I whispered. "Please fuck me."

I licked his ear. "Please."

"Fuck me hard."

He rolled over, grabbing my shoulders as he did, not leaving me, slid his arms under my legs and bent me up toward him, looking down at me, my back now in the grass, his eyes staring at me intently.

"Wanna get fucked?"

I couldn't speak I was so full of him.

I nodded and looked into his eyes. Full of joy.

He was really happy he was having this affect on me. I also could see he knew I would let him do anything with it, and he turned out to be a very considerate lover. He leaned down and planted lip, driving in all the way in the process. My eyes got really wide and I gasped into him. He fell down onto his elbows, my knees by my shoulders, my asshole wrapped around his dick root, grinding up at him for more Clyde meat. Jesus, I had never been this fucking lost on a stick before. He hadn't just taken me... he fucking OWNED me.

Not my ass. Clyde's ass. Freaky shit. I didn't even possess my own reality right now. Then... he started.

"You wanted fucked?" He leaned down and whispered in my ear.

I nodded.

He raised back up on his hands.

"Your ass is so good."

He reared back and slammed into me.

"FUCK."

Again.

"GOD."

Again.

"FUCK ME."

Pounding me hard, watching my face screw up in pain and delight, need, I reached up and ran my hands down his sweaty back and he smiled, fucking the living shit out of me.

Pushing me across the lawn with each thrust.

"Clyde."

"I'm going to come if you don't slow down."

He stared at me with vacant eyes.

"Want to wait?"

"No. yes."

"OK."

He slowed, just sliding in and out slowly. I gripped him with my asslips, chewing on his big meat with my slick abused swollen rectum.

"You feel so good inside me."

"You feel so good wrapped around me."

"Don't stop fucking me."

"OK."

I folded my legs over his back, wrapped my arms tighter around him, and pressed my ass tighter against his dick root, spasming on him.

He leaned down and kissed me. I moaned into him.

He moved, slowly. and that big dickhead slid back and forth way up inside me. I whined, a little. He smiled at me. I smiled back, and caught my breath when he pulled back a little and plugged himself back into position.

"Like that?"

"Yeah... you have a big head. It makes me feel..."

"Like this?"

He did it again.

I rolled my eyes up.

"Yeah."

Again.

I moaned and grasped his ass.

"Ohhh."

"I think I found your spot."

He moved barely an inch and I keened up at him, eyes wide,, gripping his ass hard.

"Pleeeeeease."

"Oh, yeah, of course, for you."

He ground in hard, the big head sliding back and forth through that sensitive tissue, and I never wanted it to end. FUCK this was hot.

He was fucking teasing me and I didn't care, never wanted it to stop. This. Felt. So. Fucking. Good. He slid in and out, tightly gripped around me, his eyes intently watching my reactions, grinning.

"You're having fun, aren't you?"

"Oh fuck yes. Please don't stop."

"OK."

"Is it better slow?"

"It's better when you move in me. I love the way you feel in me."

"I can tell."

"Clyde."

"Yeah," he whispered.

"It's never felt this way before."

"I'm not going to be able to last, the way you feel wrapped around me."

"I want you to come, but I don't want this to stop."

"How about a break?"

"OK. I don't know if I'm going to be able to walk."

"I will carry you if necessary."

He grabbed nipples. I moaned into the night. Rode up onto him, and he discovered what they would do. His eyes got really big when they started to leak. He looked into my eyes.

"Hiding something from me?"

I sighed. "Clyde."

"Stuart." He was grinning at me, teasing them.

"No.

"I have to taste this shit," and he leaned down, and did.

"Ohh. Holy shit." he said, diving onto one and sucking hard.

"OH. MY. GOD."

I grabbed his head and his dick slid back into me deep.

He bit down on me, I could feel myself get really big in his mouth, and pouring into him as he sucked hard. God it felt good. I couldn't help it, I started to spasm on his dick. I whined.

I came all over him hands free. He didn't stop chewing. I couldn't stop grinding my ass onto him, I was delirious.

"Clyde?"

I was holding him tight against me, my ass would not stop spasming on him, his lips were wrapped around me and he was sucking the shit out of my pec and I was groaning loudly into the night air.

"Hmm?" He didn't stop sucking. My nipple was rippling under his tongue, I was out of fucking control.

"Please."

"Mmm hmm." He sucked harder.

I grew more in his mouth.

I emptied.

He looked up, licking around my now hugely swollen nipple.

"Good."

"More."

He licked across my chest.

Copped the other nipple in his teeth, opened wide and tongued around it. It became very erect and started to drip.

"Good."

He slurped it. It vibrated in his lips. I shut my eyes tight. This was almost too much. I got very hard and my ass spasmed around him again. I NEEDED this man inside me, around me, surrounding me with his scent, filling me with his meat. He was wet hot and dripping sweat all over me. I was soaked from his heat and the only thing I could think was what he had said.

"More."

I don't know what the trigger had been, but I was pretty sure it was his dickhead penetrating that last orifice way up inside me. I only knew this was the best it had ever been. BIG dickhead, sliding slowly in and out of that opening in me, his root stretching me wide open, my arms over his head, sucking the juice out of my chest, grunting.

"Hey?"

"Mmm?"

He didn't stop sucking. I was getting bigger in his mouth.

"You ok?"

He moved in me.

I convulsed around him and groaned.

"Mmm hmm."

his eyes looking up at mine, smiling.

"Fuck this is hot."

"Mmm hmm."

I emptied.

He stopped sucking, licked.

"You should have told me that would happen sooner."

"Let's take that break."

"OK." "Does Serena have a camp shower?"

"Yeeeep."

"Got soap and towels?"

"Unh hunh."

"I need to bathe you and show you some appreciation."

"You're going to regret that."

"What, washing the mud off you?"

"No. Touching me more. You turn me on."

"The feeling is mutual."

He started to pull out.

"Nooo."

"You can have it back."

"We really do need a break," he said, sliding back in and taking my breath away.

"My knees are sore."

"Just one more feel." I ran my hands over his ass. it contracted and the head of his dick did that thing again way up inside me. My eyes fluttered shut.

"You like that a lot, don't you?"

"Unh hunh."

"I like seeing you enjoy it."

"It's time."

He pulled back, slowly this time.

I looked down. So thick, so veiny, so wet... so fucking big. More of it kept sliding out of me.

Seriously, I didn't realize he was this big.

It throbbed in me. He stopped retracting. The big head was against my prostate. he moved it back and forth over it.

I gasped.

"You're fun," he said.

"You have lots of buttons to push and levers to pull."

"And you are a very gentle occupying giant with a great toolkit, big man."

"It's just a big dick."

"Has nothing to do with your meat, but that's hot. and huge. Bigger than I thought."

"It's your head."

"Oh. That."

"Yeah."

"That."

"You aren't particularly egotistical at all. You're very giving. Maybe the most gentle man I have ever met."

He didn't even blush. He was still massaging my prostate with his dickhead.

"I like happy people."

"You are all covered in mud."

"You, too. You look good that way."

I laughed. "If you don't stop that," I said, looking down,

"I am going to come again."

"No more dick for you."

He pulled out and I almost cried at the loss.

I felt empty.

Almost lonely.

He was right there, but ... he wasn't inside me any more.

Fuck.

Selfish bastard, me.

I spread my legs out either side of him. I looked down at the beast and yeah... it was much bigger than I initially thought. The head was fucking gigantic.

He followed my eyes down and raked his up my torso, staring into my eyes, seeing them sparkle at him in thanks.

He grinned.

"We're not done, you and me," he said.

"Good."

Clyde.

Suited him.

He stood, reached a hand down.

I grabbed it and was standing, shakily, next to him.

I gripped him, unsure of my footing.

He pulled me close and hugged me with a big arm.

"Steady."

I leaned my head against his torso, reached out with a palm and touched his lightly furry abdomen, flat and taught.

Yeah, he was still hard.

It pointed straight out from his groin for about an inch before it made its way thickly to the sky, curving back, the big fucking head shining in the starlight, sticking out of foreskin pulled back tightly around the shaft below it. The head was beautiful and had a deep ridge all the way around it, with dick drool sliming the crease of his frenulum and dripping down his length. He was staring down at me as he steadied me, and I felt very complimented by his excitement.

"That's your fault."

"I'm glad, because..."

I pointed down.

He laughed.

"I noticed."

Two fucking kids in a candy store.

I looked over at the pier.

Yep.

Still at it. Brad was on top of him now.

Cody was doing the same fucking thing I had been doing earlier. gripping his ass, keening up at him, and Brad was very slowly and gently feeding him dick very very deeply, staring into his eyes.

"They look happy."

I looked up.

"Yeah. Glad that went ok."

"Seems like the night for good shit to happen."

Clyde: "Let's shower."

"OK."

He reached into his tent and pulled out two towels and a dopp kit.

"This is not an ordinary shower."

"OK."

I was suddenly apprehensive.

Cody had said NO glory holes.

He didn't say "No shower scenes."

We walked to what looked like a typical laid up concrete block park structure set in the middle of the big lawn, with amber light beckoning from an open door.

Walking in, the floor was raw concrete but had been stained to the color of charcoal, and the walls were very darkly stained concrete block, and so was the mortar. The room was very dark. lit with sparkling spotlights from a black truss structure above.

The toilets in the space were separated by black phenolic resin partitions, none of them touching the floor, all cantilevered off the back wall. Each partition had a hole in it just big enough for ... a man's hardware to fit through.

Of course.

Operable doors on each stall.

The urinals were cooooooool.

BIG.

Like stand in them big, and the floor draped down to each one of them. I had the feeling watersports had been on someone's mind when this was designed.

I looked up at Clyde.

He looked at me. I didn't need special powers of observation to know what he was thinking. We were both on the same wavelength.

He wanted to mark me.

I wanted to be marked. I wanted to smell like him. I wanted him to own me.

I got wide eyed. He grinned and hugged me.

"OK, buddy. Let's get wet."

We turned away from the sinks cantilevered off the walls with really nice sidelit mirrors for shaving, and the gloryholes, and the watersports urinals to a gang shower room that was fucking unbelievable.

I'd never seen anything like this in my life. Every shower head had a shower shot hanging beside it. Every mixer valve had a diverter for the hardware. there were three open toilets on the wall behind us for ... eliminating waste. every one of them had another toolkit for cleaning.

Stacks of towels, and it was clean. Like bleached clean.

I looked at Clyde.

"She keeps a pretty nice place, doesn't she?

"Some fucking truck stop."

"No shit."

"I need to wash you, big man."

"OK buddy."

We gravitated to a showerhead.

I turned the diverter.

Turned on the water from the mixer and felt it warm, felt the temperature I wanted. Clyde had set a bottle of soap and a washcloth on the shelf.

I turned the diverter back and water cascaded down over him.

He was beautiful wet.

Big, long curly hair, masculine as fuck, and liked being appreciated.

I liked appreciating him.

He was huge, and lithe, and catlike in his movements, very graceful, and not a poser (thank god), and I filled the washcloth with soap and washed the mud off him.

He winced a couple of times.

He was bruised.

That's sort of when the shit hit the fan.

I wasn't thinking. Just being empathetic, really, sad that he had gotten hurt.

His eyes shot open when it happened.

I hadn't even intended to do more than make him feel better, but I made him feel A LOT better.

He got an inch taller. Then another. He got wider, like flatter, more broad. His pecs flattened out and he got fucking hairy, like coated with fine hairs, tight against his torso, his butt grew a ton of fur, the growth around his dick became my fucking wet dream, wide, dark, thick, fucking MAN hair, and it snaked up onto his abdomen, widening out and filling into his navel, traveling up the center of his chest and spanning out over big flat deeply muscular pectorals, surrounding wide areolas and thick nipples. His dick, not much of a change but it was limp now, but it got MUCH thicker, and the head... way more pronounced ridge sticking out of that foreskin, gleaming in the water.

He grinned down at me now, and asked quietly, gently, "what was that?" I looked up.

"I wanted you to feel better."

"I do."

He hugged me.

He was a good guy.

It was OK. I fucked up, but he was OK with it.

"Let me get rid of the rest of the mud."

I washed him.

He turned to me and smiled.

"I need to do something."

I looked up at him and blushed.

"I know."

"I'm gonna scrub you first."

He did. All the mud washed away, we toweled off.

He turned to me.

"ready?"

"Yes."

He let fly. Head to ankles he covered me in piss.

I stared at him and opened my arms wide and let him mark me.

It stopped.

I looked up.

He was grinning. I was grinning.

"Mind wearing that for a while?"

"FUCK NO."

"OK. Let's go out and see the boys on the pier."

"I think Cody has met his match."

"I think I did, too."

I lifted an arm and raked his now hairy back to his butt.

"I've never been marked before."

"That shit was hot."

"Yeeep."

We grabbed the towels and the dopp kit and exited the black room and crossed the grass barefoot and naked.

The fire had dwindled. He added logs while I draped towels over the main frame of the tent and deposited the kit inside the flap.

I turned and grabbed my jeans and boots and pulled them on, as he did the same.

"I smell like your piss."

"No, ... you smell like I really really like you a lot."

I could live with that.

I don't know if Brad or Cody could and they were probably going to be pissed we had another brother, but ... it was not intentional, and I think it was well deserved.

Clyde had taken to it very well.

He knew he'd changed. Knew I did it to him, but he was cool about it.

I hadn't really done much to him, just made him a little taller, broader, hairier, and made his dick... well, it would do any fucking thing he wanted it to do now.

"You know we're kind of mated now, right?"

He grinned at me

"I'm diggin' it, buddy."

"OK," I grinned right back.

"Does that mean you'll do that thing with your dickhead again?"

"Does it mean you'll feed me more of that heinous shit?" he nodded at my chest.

"Hell fucking yes."

"Then by all means, let me back in that ass."

"Daddy."

he smirked. "Boy."

I was beside myself.

Fuck. Clyde. Hell yes.

"Yes sir."

I headed to the pier, not looking back. I knew he would follow.

I stopped. Turned around.

"Hey"

He looked down at me.

"Did this turn you on?"

I pointed at my chest.

"FUCK, yes."

"You want some?"

"You mean?"

"Yes."

"HELL FUCKING YES."

"What do you want it to do?"

"What do you mean?"

"What happened when you tasted me?"

"I wanted to hold you and make you feel good."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"I want it to make the other guy feel open, accepting, and loving. I want him to feel like he's the only man on my planet. I want him to smile and feel better than he ever has. I want it to make me bigger and stronger for him and capable of making him orgasm over and over and never leave ecstasy if that's where he wants to be."

"You're pretty good at that already."

"I want it to be better for him. I like happy men."

"OK.'

I slapped him on the back and he changed.

"Holy shit."

"Yeah."

"Takes some getting used to."

I walked on. He stood very still.

"Stuart."

I turned.

His shirt was very wet.

"Help me."

He wasn't moving but his shirt... fuck.

It was soaked.

"Daddy."

"Boy, I need you. Now."

I walked to him, leaned down and through the material I sucked a nipple.

Sure as shit I felt fulfilled, happy to be in his company.

I looked up.

He smiled.

"Better?"

"A little."

"Can I see?"

He lifted his tee shirt off his chest.

They were magnificent.

They were the size of silver dollars, wide dark brown areolas, surrounded by swirling hair.

Big dripping nipples. I could smell his scent from three feet away... raw, needy, big dude, caring, wanting companionship. He wasn't even sure how to deal with it.

I was.

I leaned in and licked Daddy tit.

It grew, got erect, the areola tightening around it.

I wrapped my lips around it, and sucked.

Ohhh... he filled my mouth with Daddy milk. sweat, protein, his scent, my daddy. My man. His testosterone, his essence. I felt so happy. I was covered in his piss. I was HIS, and he looked down into my eyes very grateful. Such a beautiful man. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him and `mmmm."

"Yeah buddy."

"Thank you."

I emptied it. I was full, but I needed the other.

I looked up at him.

It was leaking.

He nodded.

"Please."

"Suck it."

I was so full of him.

so much liquid.

I stared at him, his nipple got bigger, I sucked harder, it pulsed, and he turned his chest to the sky and came in his jeans.

I hated the fact that I couldn't eat his load while I drank him.

Fuck.

I wanted to sit down and rub my head in his crotch.

I wanted to smell him.

He emptied.

I looked up at him.

Before I could say it he said "Thank you."

The implication was bigger than his words.

He didn't exactly know yet, but he got the idea.

"We need to go see the guys."

"They need to know."

"OK."

He looked at me.

"I'm different."

"Yes."

"are you ok.?"

Yeah, ... I think."

"What do you think?" I pointed at his chest.

"It was painful and I needed you."

"How did it make you feel?"

"Really grateful to be with you."

He grinned and widened his arms.

I walked into them.

He smelled nice.

"You smell like piss."

"Yours."

"I like it."

He smiled.

Not egotistically, just grinning like he'd touched my heart and was glad.

"I'm gonna need a washer."

"I fucking reek."

He leaned down.

"You smell like I own you."

"I REALLY like you this way."

"I want to fuck you."

I looked up.

He was glinting at me.

"OK."

"Where?"

"How about on the couch over there?"

He was pointing at the sofa above Brad and Cody, on the end of the pier.

They were still at it, Cody's ass probably smacking lips on Brad's root. I could hear him groaning from here.

"OK cowboy."

"Take me up and take me hard."

"can I have a smoke and a drink first?"

"Shit yes."

"we deserve a break."

He was following me.

I turned.

Tweaked a nipple.

"Like those?"

"Hottest fucking thing I have ever felt in my life."

"Good."

"I take it that this is not your typical handshake."

"No, Clyde, I held back with you. I wanted to know you first."

"This is something I won't be able to shake, isn't it?"

"Yeah. No. sorry. It's permanent."

"Don't be."

" I like it."

"I'm extremely grateful."

"The kids are still fucking."

"Throw another log on that fire."

I went out and sat on the bench and stared at the river, the music of Brad and Cody in my ears, similar to ours, but Cody was so filled, so happy... so fulfilled. I stared out at the rippling water under the stars. Clyde stepped up behind me and stroked my back.

How did he know I was feeling so goddam lonely?

He worried over me, and sat down behind me.

"Hey," he whispered in my ear.

"Yeah?"

"Need company?"

"Yep."

He grabbed me.

"You got it."

He picked me up ( when it comes to men the size of Clyde I'm like a sack of feed)

He kissed the nape of my neck.

"I'm gonna fuck you."

"Can I have a drink first?"

"yep."

He delivered a crystal glass filled with apples and bourbon

What the fuck is it with people understanding I liked apples??

I turned to this big redneck, now covered in hair, and so fucking sexy.

"Clyde?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

"You are welcome."

"Stuart?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for this gift."

I leaned up and looked at him above me and smiled.

He kissed me.

"You get it, don't you?"

"It's pretty fucked up. But I get it."

"It's going to take you a couple days."

"I couldn't care less."

"You're magnificent."

"Thank you."

"I'm really glad we met."

"Me, too."

He leaned down. He grinned at me.

I wanted him. badly.

The shit was... I wanted to stay staring at and listening to the river.

I'm a prick. a distanced one.

He sat down behind me, snuggled the big frame up to me, the boys were still fucking in the background, I was staring out at the river.

Clyde.

I was covered in his urine. He'd marked me as his. I'd accepted it.

I wanted him.

I was fucking wearing him.

He made me his.

I was proud of it.

I was looking forward to being filled by him again.

He smiled at me.

"I like making you happy."

"You may be the most grateful bottom I have ever met."

"You may be the most caring top I have ever encountered."

"Clyde"

"Yes sir?"

"Please fuck me very gently to sleep and stay in me."

"Um... ok."

"Hey Stuart."

"I smell me on you."

"I know. I like it."

I dropped my head onto his chest and he opened big wings and enveloped me and we laid back, listening to Cody moan and Brad sigh and the river thunder past us. This... is fucking paradise.

I sipped bourbon and smelled him.

He was so big and gentle.

This thing, it doesn't work devisively. I didn't necessarily have total control of it (which is total bullshit... I knew I could focus it and be deliberate) but it needed to be given, and with care. With Clyde, it made him who he wanted to be, with the caveat of the slap on the back.

He had a very short refractory period in his pecs now. He wasn't like Cody. His milk didn't make a guy want him, or want to plow him, it didn't fill them with uncontrollable need for him, it made them feel cared for by him, comforted, wanted, happy, serene, and able to open to him, be fulfilled by him, and fortunately able to be open to that big fucking meat of his, which had become much more talented, and way more malleable.

He was making big bear sounds as he held me and we watched BDB make sweet love to Cody.

"They are really beautiful, champ."

"Yeah."

"This is nice."

"Serena."

"Yeah?"

"She said she had a treat for me tonight."

"Oh?"

"She asked me to light the lanterns and start the fire."

He leaned down and smelled my hair.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Come here a lot.?"

"No. But when she saw me walk into the store she asked me if I had my tent with me."

"I said yes."

She said to me "You are going to have a really good night if you stay with us tonight. Go set up, and light up the pier for me."

"No charge for anything tonight, Clyde."

"I like her."

He licked the back of my neck. I shivered and snuggled in closer to his new fur.

"Like the new you?"

"Oh hell yes."

"Can I have more Clyde?"

"yeeeeeeup."

Cody was on his umpteenth orgasm, and Brad was smothering him in kisses. He was keening up at the man.

Total thing of beauty, to see a bottom so happy.

He was gorgeous, his big ass full, his arms hugging the big man.

He was so filled, so taken, so needed, go giving, so fulfilled.

Faith in mankind right there, and Brad was making him ... a matched set.

Brad was crude. big. blunt.

I'd compare but it wouldn't be fair.

No, I think Clyde was an entirely different animal.

The big paw that currently rested on my abs was NOT demanding. Not urgent.

It wasn't even patient.

Not waiting.

It was friendly. soft. He was enjoying the view of of Brad and Cody, but also what I was digging, which was the sound of the river, and he was not aroused behind me, his dick as limp as mine.

Just hanging out.

"Cigar?"

"Yeah, if she put one in the case."

I looked. sure as shit.

His brand. with a cutter beside it.

I cut it for him and handed him the lighter.

"Well fuck me."

"I think that's the idea."

"Serena is a naughty girl."

"Yeah," he turned his head down to mine, now back resting on those big full pecs. taking a draw on the cigar.

"My favorite kind of naughty."

I couldn't have agreed more.

I nestled into Clyde. Wanted to turn my head and taste him but the bourbon and apples distracted me and I reached over and pulled the cabinet door open and reached for a smoke. I put it to my lips and a hand appeared with a flame above it.

I inhaled tobacco.

Clyde sighed above me, cigar smoke wafting over me.

Damn, the river smelled nice.

Brad and Cody had stopped fucking.

Brad was blanketing him.

Cody seemed to be coming out of the bottom daze... for those of you that don't know it, it's where we go when we're really really happy, and it has nothing to do with reality. A good top sends us there, and it's a wonderful drifty place filled with nothing but dick and MAN.

Clyde was well aware he could take me there, and liked the fact that I liked him for that and more.

I loved his arm on me, the smell of his cigar, and just hearing the sound of the river rushing under us.

"You haven't asked me."

"What?"

"Exactly."

"You don't seem... different."

"Stuart?"

"Not freaked out?"

"No. I'm with you."

That was fucked up on a lot of different levels.

"nothing feels different?"

"yes. It all feels different."

"I perceive smell more intensely, like you coated in my urine."

"I like that. I like that you allowed it."

"I hear a lot more."

"The coyotes on the opposite bank of the river."

"Hunting for possum"

`I smell shit, like Brad."

"He was mean. I can see him... hurting Cody, and I want to tear him apart for it because Cody's spirit is so... sweet."

"But he's different now."

"still a big ox. But he's in love now."

"Cody."

"you, too." He loves you, big guy."

I snuggled up to Clyde's big chest.

I had dropped my smoke into the ashtray and wanted a nap with him.

"Take me to your tent big man."

"OK buddy."

"Let's take the new hardware for a spin."

Fuck. did we.