Cody

Cody 5

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Yeah. She barked.

Alarmed.

I was still inside him, enlarged to ridiculous proportions, his asslips gripping the root of my dick, hugging him tight. I couldn't let him go. I filled him, he smiled back at me, and I never wanted to stop making him feel this needed.

Always wanted to be a good daddy.

I made good on it.

I ran my hands down his body, and he arched up to me, filled to the fucking brim. I licked his back, tugged on his nipples, and he sighed.

"OK boy?"

"Fuck me daddy."

"Hold me."

"OK."

"Don't stop. please."

"I promise."

I meant it.

My strokes were slow, gentle, sincere, full of quiet gentle consideration and he was the center of my being. I had never had the compulsion to treat a man like this before. Cody was getting every ounce of my maleness, my testicles wet against his ass. I wrapped my arms around him, groaning into his ear, and I said something I never had said before in my life.

"I OWN your ass now, boy."

Where the fuck did THAT come from?

Probably his head.

He was really wet. Cody ass gripping me, dripping on me.

Sweaty, smelled like a fucking locker room full of prime jock meat with one exception. I sniffed. Oh shit. I smelled.. boy. I smelled vulnerability. I smelled need. I smeled desire. I smelled fucking images that I had not sensed before. He wanted to be ploughed. TAKEN. HANDLED. FUCKED. HARD, and he didn't want it to be gentle.

I leaned down, grabbing those leaky tits and I slid my sweaty hairy torso across his slick wet back, and growed into his ear:

"You wanted this. Are you absolutely sure?"

"Yes."

"Sir."

Well what the fuck do you do?

I picked him the fuck up, still impaled on my now huge dick and slammed him through the coffee table, pinning him beneath me on the hardwood floor amidst a pile of broken wood, broken trinkets.

He moaned back up at me, his left dimple showing.

"Thank you."

I hugged him harder and he came again.

How many orgasms had we had today?

He was cut and bruised from the roughness.

I ground into him harder with the big dick he'd given me, that he was chewing on with his ass muscles. I fucked him across the floor. He whimpered, his dick slime greasing his progress.

I put one arm in the middle of his back and sighed at him.

He healed.

No more bruises. No more cuts. He looked at me over his right shoulder now, still twinkling.

"More Daddy."

"Please."

Holy shit.

I got a little pissed off.

He made me this big caring lug and I wanted nothing more than to please him, I filled him, caressed him, and he wanted more?

I extracted myself from Cody's guts and stood up. He whined at the loss.

I walked to the kitchen cupboard and filled a glass with bourbon. Biggest fucking hardon I had EVER in my life, I walked out the back door and sat on my favorite chair on the porch.

Silence. Crickets. The river rushing in the background. Stars overhead. I was confused, shaken by this experience. I didn't dislike it. I just didn't understand being so controlling. My emotions for him were overwhelming. I felt used. I REALLY fucking wanted him. I wanted to fill him up, make him want to submit everything to me. I wanted to make him REALLY happy.

Swoosh.

The sound of the door seals releasing.

Really quiet footfalls padding toward me.

A whisper

His head was looking down and his eyes were sparkling at me under his brows.

He was staring at this monster dick, slick and wet and gleaming in the starlight from Cody ass juice, and he said:

"You are my fantasy, daddy."

"Go. get something to drink."

"Do not clean up."

"Come right back here and sit on my lap and tell me all about it."

And in that warm Appalachian night he disappeared into the cabin, returning with a glass of wine and he did sit on my lap, sighed when we were connected again and he was full of me, and he told me. Everything. He would occasionally groan when we shifted positions, but he never complained. I let him grind into my lap and wrapped my arms around him to make him feel safe in continuing. He ground his wet ass lips against me and hummed happily. He smiled. A lot.

He was abandoned.

He was living in the bed of a pickup truck.

This beautiful man was all. fucking. alone.

So I asked him what he thought of when I asked him to make me his fantasy, his response brought tears to my eyes.

"I wanted to be loved."

"You care to turn it off now, because it's getting to the point that I can't control how I feel about you. It's really fucking scaring the shit out of me"

I don't think I could hold him tighter. I don't think I could caress him more.

Left shoulder this time.

"OK."

His ass gripped my root and I felt the compulsive need drifting away, not like a switch had been turned off, but like.... a slow drift from a hard driven need to a quiet inner peace. A sense of comfort.

And something else replaced it.

Fuck.

I looked at his back, beautiful muscles under tan skin, rounded, broad shoulders, a scruffy hairline that traced a line of hair down to his shoulders in a point that made him seem slightly woodish, like an animal.

I leaned up and licked it. Wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tight.

His ass fluttered around me and he leaned back.

"So you really ARE this way?"

"Mmm hmm"

Pulsing inside him.

"You didn't make me my normal size."

"Selfish."

"Fucking boys."

"Code?"

"Yeah, Stu?"

"Can I try something with you?"

"I know this is all new, and I don't want to scare you but after what you just did to me I would really like to show you something."

"I hope it won't hurt you but it may be a little overwhelming."

"OK. But protect me."

Well fuck.

"You got it champ."

I poured my life into him.

Traveling. Silliness. A bluff in Nebraska. Europe. Asia, Music. Art. Architecture. My family, my relationships. My happiness, and my sadness. Joyful discoveries, learning to swim. The bad shit including the lack of feelings over watching the monster meet his end.

Cody sat on my lap with my (new, improved) big fucking cock filling his ass and other than an occasional squeeze on me, he seemed to fall limp.

There were moments when he would stiffen slightly and grind against me but otherwise he was really passive laying against me, sighing occasionally. I kept my arms wrapped around him. He did frequently scrub the back of his head against my chest. I kissed the nape of his neck.

It took a while.

When I was done, he sat up on me and became very wet.

He ground himself against me.

"I may love you."

He scrubbed his asslips over my root.

"Don't go too far too soon."

His ass did something very different... a feeling I had never had before.

It got really slick, and started to rhythmically move up and down my length. He wasn't moving. He grunted.

"Dad. Your dick."

"What in the fuck are you doing?"

"I don't know."

He reached behind himself and gripped my torso.

His back arched.

He ground himself against me.

"You OK?" I questioned against his neck

"OOOOOOOOOH FUCK YES."

That was encouraging but this was different. I was about to come again.

It changed.

He sat very still in my lap but his ass gripped me tighter.

"Stu."

"Yeah, Code?"

"Something's happening to me."

And then, he changed. Not physically.

He started pouring emotions into me.

Fear, rejection, joy, bliss, desire, dreams, and a hopeless sense of abandonment.

I hugged him hard while his joy in our connection dripped over my big heaving testicles. I cried, grateful for his gift.

Well, shit. I didn't see that coming.

He changed again.

He became, smaller.

I wasn't doing this. Cody was.

He got shorter.

Like 5'-8 now. He ground himself into my lap and his ass felt amazing, slurping on me. I could fucking hear it. It was obscene, his grip on me. His dick was vibrating like it had earlier, into the night air. His drool was running down his nuts onto mine and soaking the chair below us, combining with his ass juices to make our connection sloppy, wet, and his colon was doing amazing things to me. Gripping, releasing, letting me know how he felt about me.

He somehow got from all that I had poured into him a snippet of a fantasy of mine.

I said I was no saint.

He sobbed.

I held him tight, and his nipples continued to drip. He scrubbed his head against my chest and I whispered down to him.

"Cody."

"I got you."

his chest heaved.

"I needed you SO BAD Stu.."

"Shh."

He did something really amazing.

He reached his sweaty arms up around my neck, turned his face right up at me, and he fucking started pulsing his ass on me, eyes sparkling at me, dimples deep, mischief in his eyes. His shrouded dick was pulsing and he was fucking turned on.

So we came. At the exact same time.

He had tears in his eyes.

I was kissing his forehead and he whispered

"OOOH.."

I whispered right back.

"Yeah."

We fucking need gatorade or something. I was getting dehydrated from his company.

He sighed. This big guy little guy shit was turning me the fuck on and my hardon was still pulsing inside him. He relaxed against my chest, damp, smelling like my favorite kind of locker room. His sweat wafted up to me and I sniffed the air. I got harder in him, wrapped my arms around him. He wrapped his arms over mine, ground those ass lips against the hair at the base of my dick and smiled, not making a sound. He gripped me with his ass. He actually was massaging me with his need, his desire to be held, his submission and THIS time I hadn't made him do it. This was all of his own volition and he was just making sweet love to me.

Fucking heaven.

I wondered if this was my new state, constant hardon, eleven fucking inches, meant to be permanently lodged inside this man. I know I have to be very careful about my fantasies now. I shook him out of his post orgasmic bliss with a hug and kiss on the nape of his very beautiful neck.

"Code?"

"Yeah Stu?"

"I only asked you to make me your fantasy because I really like your company."

"But now I know you."

"is that why you got smaller?"

"Yeah, and I like it."

"OK, big man."

I really liked him this way. Sue me for being selfish.

I like little built men. They fucking make my motor run.

He was four inches shorter than me, he was built like a little round powerhouse and he seemed to have the stamina of a racehorse.

With a touch I could turn him into one, I think.

"Can I have my dick back, buddy? this is uncomfortable. You can have it like this any time you want."

It was unbelievably sensitive, and when he moved I wanted to hate him for making me like this except for the fact it make my nuts sing and electricity run up my spine.

He shook a little in my lap, silent laughter, and his colon squeezed me, sending sparks into my nuts.

I shrank, got less sensitive. He still gripped me, seemingly tighter.

"Cody, stop being needy."

I gripped my arms around his chest tighter.

He scrubbed his head into my chest harder.

"Shower. Now."

He looked up at me with a languid expression, eyes sparkling and a grin in the middle of that goatee, his dimples deepening. He reached his arms up and wrapped his hands around the back of my neck and he smiled softly.

"Can we sleep outside tonight?"

I didn't have any place to be.

"Go. Get wet and dry. I will set us up."

The cabin has a really big covered, screened porch. Most of one wall is reserved for river shoes and a bench to take them on and off, but the other side, opposite the door, is left open. I opened a pack I kept by the door and extended a full sized sleeping cot. I walked into the cabin and got a pad and some blankets, a sheet and two pillows.

As I was finishing making Cody's requested nest, he appeared.

He saw what I had done and his eyes gleamed.

"My turn."

"Hey Code."

"Yeah?"

"Get me a bourbon."

I went to get wet and dry.

Well Cody was full of surprises.

I rearrived after having been refreshed with some soap and water to a porch full of candles and cricket sounds, sparkling stars, and one beautiful little round man, sipping wine and gesturing to a sparkling glass filled with MY bourbon.

Damn I love these mountains. The Allegheny front rose up before us three thousand feet tall. I sat beside him on a hard wooden bench and fucking blushed.

I looked down at my feet.

"What?"

"You."

He grinned, dimples deep.

He looked up at me.

"Is this OK?'

"I should ask you the same damned thing, Code."

"I didn't like what you did to me earlier."

" I know."

"I didn't know, Code."

"You like being a sub?"

He dropped his head and looked at me under his brow, dimples deepening either side of his goatee and he gleamed at me.

"yes. with you."

"You just don't like it forced upon you."

"No. I like giving, not being taken involuntarily."

Fuck me again.

A line I have used with my dog a thousand times.

"Go lay down."

He did.

There in the starlight was one of the most beautiful images I have ever seen, lying on that bed in the light of these candles and the sound of summertime crickets.

Naked Cody.

Round. Voluptuous,

I didn't know what to do with him but I was going to have a good time figuring it out.

I made a decision. Sleep would be good for now.

I laid down beside him, pulled a blanket over us, wrapped my arms around him, and pulled him tight to me

"G'night Code."

"G'night Stuart"

We drifted off.

The dog shifted in her bed beside ours and snorted, snored.