(Note: This is the story of sexual encounters among teenage boys. It is strictly fiction and fantasy. It involves sexual practices that are considered unsafe and is not an endorsement of these practices. Please comply with the laws where you live concerning such literature, and read it only if you can do so legally. If you are offended by this sort of material, please find other things that will not offend you.)
Cody had been in the city for several days. I had missed him very much, and when he called to say he was back, I asked him to come over for the evening. My parents had gone out of town for the weekend leaving me alone. Since I was almost fifteen, they felt I could manage by myself. The only constraint was that I could only have one friend over at any time. They trusted me not to get into trouble. They might not have agreed with my view that screwing all night with Cody in my bedroom wasn't included in "trouble".
Mom had left lots of ready-to-eat food. My skills extended no further than the microwave or a simple breakfast.
When Cody arrived, something was not quite right about him. He tried to be his usual carefree horny self, but he wasn't succeeding. We had something to eat, and then went outside into the warm evening. I walked in the direction of the creek that ran through the property. I often sat on the grass by the creek when I had problems I needed to resolve. I thought it might be good for Cody tonight.
I thought right. We sat there side by side for a while in silence, and then it started to come out. His parents were divorced, and he had no idea where his father was. Like he had told me, he and his mom had recently moved in with her parents. Now his mom had gone to shack up with a new guy who didn't want kids around. His mom also had a long-term well-documented drinking problem that she wouldn't deal with. So his grandparents had filed for custody, which the court had given them.
"The court hearing is why I was gone all week," he said. "The good part is that my grandparents love me and will give me a good home. Also, I'll still be living here, which is becoming very important to me. The judge asked me what I wanted to do, and I had to make a choice between my mom and my grandparents. And it hurts like hell when your parents don't want you because you're an inconvenience."
I had no idea what to say. Instinctively, I reached out and put my arm around his shoulders. That was all it took. He was in my arms sobbing his heart out. I leaned back onto the grass and held him close. It had been building up for too long, and it needed to come out.
After the storm subsided, he seemed embarrassed, and started to get up.
"You're not going anywhere," I said, holding him tightly in place. "Do your grandparents know where you are, and is it OK if you stay until Sunday?" I asked.
"Yes, and yes," he replied. "My grandparents have lived here a long time and they know your parents. I told them where I was going, and they said it was fine, so long as they know where to find me. When we go inside, I'll call them and tell them I'll be here for the weekend."
There was a role reversal going on. At least for now, I was taking the lead.
"Good. Here's what's gonna happen," I informed him. "We're gonna get a couple of blankets and sleep out here by the creek tonight. I do that a lot when I need some peace. Then in the morning we're gonna work on the rest of the weekend. Come with me and we'll get what we need."
We returned to the creek with the blankets and some survival food for the night. We sat on the blankets and watched the world go by until the sun went down, talking quietly about simple things. I identified the birds and animals that we saw. We looked for fish and crawdads in the creek. The sunset was fantastic. Cody had been a city boy, so a lot of this was new to him. I had lived it most of my life.
When it got dark, we pulled off our jeans and crawled between the blankets like we always did.
As we lay there side by side, Cody talked about his life in the city. He hadn't done well there. He had been in trouble a lot, relatively small things like shoplifting, vandalism, fighting, and truancy. He hadn't had any good friends. He just didn't fit in. I could tell he was a frustrated country boy, and I knew that he had come to the right place.
"When I said last week that you're my best friend, I meant it," he said.
"I connected with you from day one. That never happened before. In a way, the connection of our bodies just completed the connection of our spirits."
I hadn't expected him to have this kind of sensitivity. There were apparently many facets to Cody, and I was hoping to learn them all.
He reached for his ever-present lube and rolled over between my legs. Leaning up on his elbows, he slid his tool inside. Then he rested on top of me as I put my arms around him. He slowly and gently probed in and out from time to time, but tonight it wasn't a sexual union, it was a union of spirits and souls. From time to time, I could feel his silent tears falling onto my chest. When he fell asleep, I gently rolled him onto his side, curled up behind him, and went to sleep too, holding him tightly against me.
I woke up sometime after midnight to find myself rolled up in one blanket. Cody was not with me. I looked around, alarmed. Then I saw him sitting about thirty feet away in the moonlight, wrapped up in the other blanket, listening to the creek and the night sounds, smelling the night smells, looking at the stars, being healed by nature.
When I woke up Saturday, we were both once again between the blankets. He was curled up behind me with his arm over me. I carefully extracted myself, pulled on my jeans, and left him sleeping while I went into the house to fix him breakfast.
The odor of bacon and eggs must have reached the creek. He wandered into the kitchen in his jeans, rubbing his eyes, just as everything was ready.
I put the bacon and eggs on the table along with fruit and toast, and sat down beside him. He looked me in the eyes.
"Thanks," was all he said, and I knew he wasn't talking about breakfast.
"No problem," was all I said, and that was all that needed to be said.
"I'm glad to see that your top button is still missing," he said with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Strangely, the top button is missing from all of my jeans now," I replied with a grin. "Fortunately, I wash my own clothes, so Mom probably won't figure out why my pants are falling off. Like someone told me recently, sometimes you just gotta commit yourself."
We smiled at each other. He was going to be all right.
After cleaning up the kitchen, we spent a good part of the morning sitting in the porch swing talking. Nothing earth shaking, just getting to know each other better.
After a lunch of sandwiches and cookies (thank you Mom), I suggested we take a blanket and walk up to the clearing where we had met and just hang out. We stripped and lay on the blanket in the sun, just tanning and relaxing. We hadn't been there since the day we met, and it was nice to laugh together as we shared the memories of that unique day.
"I'm so glad I met you that day, and that way," I said. "You've pulled me out of a shell that I didn't know I was in."
He smiled. "No one is happier about that day than me," he replied. "I came away with a real friend, not to mention a great fuck buddy."
We fell asleep in the sun. Fortunately, we were already tanned enough all over that we didn't burn, but we came away a couple of shades darker.
After a dinner of meatloaf and fresh fruit (thanks again Mom), we watched TV for a few hours, sitting on the sofa with our arms around each other.
"Where are we gonna sleep tonight," Cody asked me about midnight. "So far, we haven't slept in the same place twice."
"We're gonna keep up that tradition," I said. "Somewhere totally unique where you've never been before."
"It's a little dark now to go somewhere totally unique," he replied.
"Maybe the barn? I always wanted to ride a country boy in the barn."
"I realized today you've never been down in the basement to my bedroom," I said with a grin. "That's where we're gonna sleep, in my double bed, complete with an old-fashioned bed frame. Somewhere soft and comfortable, a new experience for us. And if you don't fuck me at least every two hours, I'm gonna be disappointed."
"Got an old sheet that you don't need any more?" I could hear wheels turning in his head.
I found part of a sheet in the box of rags. He tore it into strips. I should have had an idea of what was in his mind, but I didn't.
I turned out the lights and we went down the stairs.
I turned on the desk lamp in my bedroom. Pretty good atmosphere, I thought.
Then something new happened. Cody pulled me up close and kissed me. It wasn't a peck on the cheek, it was passionate. This was something outside of my experience again, but I didn't have any trouble responding.
We pulled off our jeans, and he pushed me down on the bed, stroking my hair and looking into my eyes.
"Do you realize how special you are?" he asked me.
"Probably not, but I bet you're gonna demonstrate it to me," I replied.
Cody lubed himself and slid his tool inside. He slowly began to fuck me, kissing me from time to time. This was not the kind of urgent wrestling match we usually engaged in. It was much more loving and gentle, and it went on for about a half hour. I got so completely lost in the experience, that when I came, it was just a bigger wave in the ocean of pleasure I was feeling, and later when he came, I hardly knew except for his heavier breathing.
We lay there together for several minutes. Then he turned to me with his customary grin.
"Can we try something different?" he asked.
"Sure," I replied. "What do you have in mind?"
He produced the strips of cloth and tied my wrists to the bedposts, leaving me with about two feet of arm movement.
"I should have known what you planned to do with those," I grinned. "So now that I'm captive what are you gonna do?"
"A couple of things," he replied, as he leaned over me and stroked me to get me hard again. "First, we're gonna finish something we started twice now."
Without warning, he went down on my boner. I jerked upwards and then tried to reach for his head as I had in the past. That's when I realized what being tied up was going to mean. I was finding out how much I had been using my hands and didn't realize it.
He took his time. He licked up and down my chest and stomach and under my armpits, kissing me from time to time. Then he worked his way back down the danger trail to the main object of interest. He licked my boner like it was an ice cream cone, paying special attention to the very tip. I was moaning with pleasure and with the frustration of being tied up. He swallowed my boner again, and worked up and down with his lips and tongue. It didn't take long before he was drinking my special protein milkshake.
I was sweating from the exertion of trying to move my arms.
"Now, it's my turn," he said with a grin.
Sliding up between my legs, he penetrated me and began thrusting inside. I was glad the constraints were soft and loose because I was pulling at them constantly.
Being tied up gave fucking a new edge that I wasn't sure I liked. I always felt helpless when he had me pinned to the ground with his boner, but this was a new level of helplessness, and it was exciting him in a way I hadn't seen before. His grin was almost evil as he pounded away, and when he came it was harder and lasted longer than I had ever seen.
He untied me, and I massaged my wrists. They weren't hurt, but the action had made them a little stiff and sore.
"That was OK," I said with a weak smile, "but please fuck me in a more conventional manner for the rest of the night."
He willingly complied with that request. Several times. Fucking was much more comfortable in a bed than on the hard ground. It wasn't going to be possible if my parents were home because we made too much noise. With a smile, I envisioned us checking into a motel. No, we would have to find some other resource.
By the time the sun came up, he had given me so much pleasure I might have let him tie me up again since he seemed to like it so much. But he had other ideas for the closing ceremonies.
"Stand up here with me for a minute," he said, analyzing the height of the bed.
"I think we need one pillow," he added, putting a pillow on the edge of the bed.
He grabbed me playfully by the neck and pushed me face down on the bed with my hips raised slightly by the pillow.
"Perfect!" he announced.
Holding me down with one hand, he slid his rod all the way in. I gasped. He had penetrated to a new depth.
With his hands on my shoulders, he thrust in and out without mercy. It wasn't long before I made a big wet spot on the pillow. Then he was leaning over me, licking my ear and biting my neck, and continuing with the pounding. He was being more aggressive than I had ever experienced with him, but I didn't mind at all. I wondered if he was working out some of his frustration and anger. I was loving every minute of it as he explored parts of me that he hadn't gotten to before. Then he was driving in even deeper, and I could feel the spasms of his boner as he repeatedly unloaded inside me.
"That was so fucking hot!" he exclaimed. Then he realized that I might not agree. "You OK? " he asked, genuinely concerned.
I was laughing as he helped me up.
"It was the best," I smiled. "You haven't come up with a bad idea yet, really, although the bondage was pushing my limits. The bed is not only more comfortable, it's much more versatile."
He beamed with pleasure at the compliment.
"I'll see what else I can come up with, "he said, "but I'm running out of ideas."
First on the agenda in the morning was a shared shower followed by putting the sheets and pillowcases in the washer and then the dryer. After a breakfast of pancakes and sausage, we did a thorough cleanup, made my bed, and Cody left for home with a smile on his face.
As he left, he stopped at the door and gently kissed me again.
"Don't you dare replace that top button," he said, groping inside my jeans. "I won't be able to reach inside if you do."
I watched him walk down the road until he was out of sight. He was becoming much more than a friend, and I knew it.
I went down to the creek to reflect on the last two days. It had been emotionally exhausting, and I was very tired. But I was happy too.
I heard my parents drive in about mid-morning, but I stayed where I was. I needed some alone time.
Mom knew where she could find me. About a half hour later, she came down to the creek and sat down beside me.
"I just got a call from Cody's grandmother," she said. "She filled me in on everything that has been happening to him. She said that he came over here Friday night in such a terrible state of mind that she was concerned he might harm himself. She also said that he arrived home this morning completely at peace with himself and the world. Cody told her the weekend with you was just what he needed. I don't know what went on here this weekend or how you worked that miracle, but you did a good job. I'm proud of you, Buddy. You're a good friend to Cody."
I smiled at her. "Thanks for all the good food you left," I responded.
"It was an important part of the weekend."
Then I added, "Cody is a good friend to me too."
"I know," she replied. Smiling back and and giving my Mohawk a playful rub, she went back into the house.