Cody 3
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Safe, for the mean time.
He would be coming. I wouldn't be nice. This was going to be very awkward.
I assessed.
I had food. Water. The river. That was sort of my only hope at this point, Nobody outdoes me in the water.
This had only happened once before and it had ended badly. I had not cared for him like I did for Cody. Maybe that made him fortunate.
He drowned.
He was big, not like Cody.
6'-3", 250.
He wanted to kill me.
I hadn't done anything to him. I just fucking touched him, but I made him bigger.
He was a big guy with a big truck and I thought ne needed a bigger dick. I didn't even know his name. Built like ... his truck. BIG. He was beautiful. Large,ballcap, He was at Tractor Supply picking up stuff for work at home, and I wanted him.
Well fuck me.
He looked at me, all lean 6 foot of me walking to my truck and he nodded at me.
Yes sir. All big guy. I allowed myself to play out a fantasy and nodded the fuck back, What gay man wouldn't?
He was hoisting fence into the bed of his truck.
I offered help
He accepted it.
In the process of loading it I touched him
It was a fucking mistake. Really.
He knew it immediately.
He turned to me and said "faggot."
He fucking SPIT it at me.
You. are. fucking. welcome.
DICK.
Oh holy shit.
It wasn't intentional. I swear to God it wasn't.
Yep. He not only grew, he, GREW, He turned into every fantasy I ever had. He became my ultimate daddy, with big hoop earrings, he had tattoos and sported one mean dick that bulged down his left leg, leaking. I didn't know I could do this. He was fucking HOT. He went from a handsome big guy in a parking lot to my fantasy in a matter of seconds. He changed. His jeans were tighter, his pectorals were bigger. He went from being (yeah, sue me) straight to one hundred and ten percent gay. and hungry. That fucking dick was leaking. His jeans were already soaked by the time I glanced at it.
He looked down at himself.
He looked at me.
He was PISSED OFF.
I fucking RAN to my truck. I was out of the lot in seconds, tires screaming.
He found me, a half hour later. By the river. He fucking bodily picked me up and right there he stripped my clothes off and spat on my ass.
He fucked me. Hard. He poured the anger over his transformation into me.
He fucking beat me. Pounded me. Made me say really nasty shit. Made me beg. He choked me with his newfound big uncut drooling dick until I had tears in my eyes and spit dripping down my chest.
He wounded me. He was a fucking animal.
I had... re-made him, and he was angry about it, and unrelenting.
I was bruised, hurting, but I had wanted him to be this way.
He was everything I had ever dreamed of. I better keep my damned dreams to myself.
At one point I was facing him, my ass hanging over the tailgate of the pickup, staring up at him while he plowed my ass, and I was able to take in his new look. BIG fucker. HAIRY. His brow was deep. Dark eyes. Intense. He FUCKED me. At one point he leaned down, wrapped his arms around me, leaned his head against mine, and whispered into my ear "You fuckbag. I'm going to tear you to pieces."
He meant it.
No choice. Next change of position I blew off the tailgate and fucking ran for my life.
I ended up, gratefully, by my boat on the riverbank.
I looked back and he was lumbering down the bank, naked. HOT as fuck. I have REALLY awesome fantasies. He had to have a foot of dick, and it was still wet and dripping. I made him BIGGER, hairier, and way more masculine. He was a truck of a man now.
Into the boat and gone. I didn't look back. He was a bull of pissed off testosterone and he'd suddenly been changed into a gay porn star and he didn't like it, and it was my fault.
oops. I needed to be GONE. NOW.
I know my rivers. Sluice one, 5 foot drop to the right, right between two boulders, and into the canyon. Nothing severe for the next half mile. I paddled. Hard.
Drop two. Left bank, tight. 4 foot standing waves. four of them. The boat was behaving perfectly.
The next drop was my pullout. I fucking paddled HARD.
Half mile and then... the river had a surprise. From upstream it looked like an eddy with a wash on one side, peaceful, calm, tranquil.
Until you got within five feet of the twenty foot drop. It was vertical, except for one slot, opposite the apparent wash.
And there was NO decision time. It got very shallow and very fast at the ledge.
Hard paddling to the left and down the chute. Fucking heavy water today. I took it in the face four, five times. BIG fucking ripping current. This bitch was PERFECT today. I looked back up at that drop and grinned.
I made it. This is where it would end.
I really did want to help him, but I couldn't.
I made my way to the right bank and shouldered the boat and climbed.
My Jeep was stowed under a tarp halfway up the hill on a logging road. I tied the boat on top and grabbed a smoke, watching the riverbed.
He appeared after about 15 minutes, slowly making his way down the canyon. He had managed to grab a john boat (He was big enough to carry a steel fucking john boat now). That was about to be his undoing.
I KNOW this river. I know EXACTLY how it flows.
I knew EXACTLY what was about to happen.
I wasn't sorry about it. I only wish he wasn't a prick and could find a little acceptance in his life.
Right. down. the. center.
oops.
The water got shallower. and faster.
he back paddled.
BIG fucking mistake.
the current was too strong. That big steel bucket turned sideways, and caught... more current
You are one fucked big fucking animal now, mister
No choices. no options.
He went over. Silent. I expected a bellow.
Of course at the bottom of the drop a hundred pounds of steel planted him beneath the waves at the base.
We dont have boat registration for non motorized craft here in this state.
I threw my cigarette beside the others I had cast there in the past, hopped into the jeep, and headed back to the cabin.