(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.)
Several days after our weekend together at my place, Cody's grandmother invited me over to have dinner and to spend the night with Cody. I had discovered that I could take an old logging road through the woods the half mile to their house. This was a safer and more private route that kept me off the state highway.
I wore a clean t-shirt, clean blue jeans, and a pair of tennis shoes for the event. That was about as dressed up as I ever got.
I was looking forward to meeting Cody's grandparents because everything I knew about them suggested that they were great people. That proved to be very true. They were also younger than I had expected. I did the math and decided they were a little over fifty, but they looked more like they should be Cody's parents than his grandparents. Cody's grandfather was a supervisor for the county road department, and his grandmother was a nurse at the hospital. These were responsible people who would look after Cody well. He was in good hands, I decided.
Dinner included fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and corn on the cob, my favorite menu. When I observed this coincidence, Cody's grandmother admitted that she had consulted with my mother. I wondered what else Mom had told her, and when she brought out the birthday cake, I didn't have to wonder any more. They sang happy birthday, and I blew out fifteen candles.
I had heard adults say that when you were fifteen you thought you knew it all. I wasn't too sure about that, but I had a whole year to become enlightened.
Even though it was early in the summer, we talked briefly about school. Cody would be a Junior and I would be a Sophomore at the high school in the fall.
"I like your hairstyle, Buddy," Cody's grandfather said, "but I'm sure you know you will have to change it for school."
"I don't think that will be a problem," I replied politely. "I'm one quarter Native American, and I have the documentation to prove it. My father cut my hair this way at my request, and my parents fully support my decision to keep it this way. They have retained a lawyer in case it becomes an issue. I'll be keeping my Mohawk haircut."
After we finished dinner and I had properly thanked his grandmother, Cody invited me to his room. I was a little puzzled when we went out the back door.
"My bedroom is over there in the woods," he explained, pointing to a log cabin I had passed on the way to his house. "My mother and I were living in that cabin, and now I'm there alone. It's really nice for one person. It has everything I need to live there independently, but of course I spend a lot of time at the house with my grandparents. They are really great people who are fun to be around."
"That sounds fantastic!" I replied.
The cabin had to be a dream come true for Cody. It was basically one large room, all finished in knotty pine. A fireplace was in the center of the back wall, but it also had baseboard electric heat. The kitchen area was at the right end along with a bathroom. The bathroom included a stacked washer and dryer. On the left end was a large walk-in closet, a built-in desk, and a built-in queen size bed. A sofa, two chairs, end tables, and TV were arranged in the central part of the room. Nothing was new except for the TV, but everything was clean and well-maintained.
"This is so cool, Cody!" I exclaimed. "You are one lucky dude."
Cody beamed with pleasure. "I agree," he replied. "I sort of feel like I fell into a bucket of shit and came out smelling like a rose. I'm responsible for keeping it clean and doing simple repairs. It's almost like having my own place."
"By the way," he continued, "I asked if you and I could have breakfast here tomorrow. The refrigerator is stocked up with breakfast things, and I hoped you would make one of your killer breakfasts for us."
"I'll be delighted to," I replied. "But you gotta earn it first."
I sat down on the sofa and looked around. It was perfect. Cody sat down beside me.
"I'm jealous," I said.
"I plan to share," Cody said, with a smile. "You can drop in any time you want, and you can always share my bed."
"Does that start right now?" I asked, taking off my shirt and shoes.
"Absolutely. By all means make yourself comfortable," he replied with a grin. "I will too."
We were naked almost immediately. Cody made a brief stop by his desk, and then we dove for the bed, wrestling around and laughing. Cody is both heavier and stronger than me, and he soon had me pinned down on my back. He held me down with one hand while he lubricated his tool with the other.
"I said the other day that I wanted to ride a country boy in a barn," he said with a twinkle in his eyes as he slid his cum shooter inside, "but barebacking an Indian in my cabin is even better."
I grinned up at him. "Better watch out," I said. "We're a treacherous breed, you know."
The sense of freedom associated with the cabin brought a new level of pleasure to everything. We could fuck our brains out if we chose to and make as much noise as we wanted in complete privacy. Which is exactly what we did. Cody lasted twenty minutes and made me cum twice along the way.
We were hardly done before Cody jumped up and headed for his desk again.
"Go sit on the sofa," he instructed me. He did a few things on his computer, grabbed the remote, sat down beside me, and turned on the TV.
I couldn't believe it. There we were, in living color and surround sound, wrestling on the bed and then fucking our way to glory. I had rarely seen myself in a video. Watching myself having sex was beyond belief, and watching Cody fuck me was even more incredible. I said before that he was a fucking machine. This proved it. We watched the whole twenty minutes in silence. Cody glanced at me from time to time to see how I was taking this. I was just sitting there with my mouth open.
When the video was finished, Cody turned off the TV.
"What do you think?" he asked somewhat cautiously.
"Play it again," was all I said.
The second time I was able to watch for more detail. It was almost like feeling the same pleasure all over again. Watching Cody drive it in hard as he came almost made me cum again.
When the video ended, I was still speechless. I finally found my tongue.
"You sly fox! That was hot beyond credibility!" I exclaimed, as I looked around and located the camera on the wall above his desk, giving a full side view of the bed from about twelve feet away.
"I'm glad you feel that way," he said with relief. "I didn't wanna tell you in advance because I wanted you to be natural. I was afraid you would get performance anxiety. Now watch this."
He turned on the TV again, only this time we were watching it from above. I looked. Sure enough, there was the camera attached to the ceiling above the bed. From time to time he would zoom in so that we could see things like the expression on my face as I came. I loved watching the muscles on his back as he worked his boner to give us both pleasure.
"Jesus H. Christ!" I said with unusual profanity. "You've got your own complete personal porn producing system."
And then, like a revelation from God, all of the potential of this equipment began to dawn on me.
"You're using a laptop," I observed. "I bet it could be set up in the woods."
"Yep," he replied with a grin. "Not for long, and a little complicated, but it could be done."
"Too bad we didn't have it when we did Ryan," I observed. "That would fall into the category of a sex comedy."
"You got any other hot videos you wanna show me?" I asked. Now I was deliberately teasing him.
"Actually, no," he replied. "I just set this up and tested it yesterday."
Another facet of Cody was becoming clear. He was an electronics and computer whiz.
We sat for a while in silence as I absorbed all of this.
"I've got one more thing I wanna record and then we can screw without anxiety for the rest of the night," he said. "You OK with that?"
"Works for me," I replied. With Cody, I was learning just to go with the flow.
Reaching into one of his desk drawers, he pulled out a plastic bag.
"These are the result of a past theft sin, but I'm keeping them," he said.
"These" were a pair of specialized handcuffs. The cuffs were soft and would not cause any injury. They could be attached to the bed in various ways, but for our purposes they would be attached to the wood posts of the headboard. Each cuff was part of an adjustable retraction system, sort of like a dog leash. The user could set a maximum distance and resistance for each handcuff. As the cuff was pulled from its base, the resistance would increase until the maximum distance was reached.
"I think they will work better than strips of cloth," I observed, recalling our last experiment with bondage.
Cody had me lie on the bed while he set up the handcuff system. He gave me about two feet of play for my arms, enough to move around but not enough to do anything.
"Just be natural," he instructed me. "No special acting skills are required. Ready?"
"Go for it," I replied.
Cody started the cameras and hopped onto the bed, kneeling between my legs. I tested the restraints to see how much movement I had.
As he greased up the entrance, he was just a little rougher than usual. I think he wanted an audible and physical response, which he got.
"Hey, that hurts!" I shouted. "Take better care of your favorite toy!"
As I watched his eyes, I could tell he was really getting turned on by being producer, director and star for his own porn video. He was doing his best to turn on his co-star too. He took pains to torment me like he had the first time he fucked me, running me right to the edge and back without allowing me to cum. I was pulling at the constraints to the limits I was allowed. His grin was truly evil. He was determined to make exciting porn, and he was succeeding. He kept me in an agony of pleasure for at least ten minutes. I was begging him to finish me off, and he wouldn't do it.
As he often did, he managed to make us cum almost simultaneously in a classic finish to a perfect fuck session. He released me from my restraints, set the video up to watch, and we headed to the couch for the instant replay.
We watched the side view first. I couldn't believe what I was looking at. This might have been "amateur", but it certainly wasn't awkward or staged and it was really hot. By the time we reached the end of the video, I was stroking a very hard boner.
Cody started showing the overhead view. About half way through, he knelt in front of me and grinned up at me.
"Here's your birthday present," he said with a grin, stroking me a couple of times. "You're gonna get to cum twice at the same time."
Then he went down on me and adjusted his action to the sounds he was hearing from the video. He swallowed my load just as I was watching myself cum on the video.
He turned off the electronics, and we drank some water and munched on chips for a few minutes, allowing more time to reflect on what this all meant.
"If I ever see any of this on the internet, you're dead," I advised him.
"Of course I wouldn't do that!" He tried to sound offended that I would suggest such a thing. "This is for our own personal enjoyment."
"So, are we gonna be the only actors, or do you have other plans?" I asked. The question was rhetorical.
"You know the answer to that," he said with a grin. "It's just a matter of making careful selections. As luck would have it, I have a first candidate. My cousin Kevin is gonna be here this Friday night with his folks on a vacation stop. I know Kevin wanks, and he and I jacked each other off once. I doubt if he has done anything else, but I know he would like to do a lot more. Sound like anyone you know?
I grinned. "Yes, I can relate to Kevin," I replied. "Any more details to share?"
"We'll have to plan this one as we go," he continued. "I'm not sure how far Kevin will wanna go with us. He's thirteen, and he certainly isn't ready to do everything. We'll make it clear we're horny and open-minded, and then let him take the lead."
"We? Us?" I inquired.
"Of course," he grinned. "There's gonna be a slumber party at my place, and you're invited. Show up about 6:00. Bring a sleeping bag which you may or may not need. The couch makes into a bed which we may or may not need. It was my bed when my mother lived here. The adults are going out for dinner, so ours will be pizza, delivered. And I'm counting on you to make breakfast. Does that work?"
"Sounds like a great time," I replied.
"And the dress standards will be blue jeans and skin, at least for you and me," he continued. "I want you to have that 'fuck me' look both for my benefit and Kevin's."
"Now, we have a whole night ahead of us with nothing to do but screw," he concluded, looking at me with obvious desire.
Then I had an interesting idea.
"Right," I agreed. "Can we use the restraints one more time?"
"Sure," he said hesitantly. His instinct told him something was going on here.
"Great!" I said. "Flip you for top."
He looked at me for several seconds After what he had tried to pull on me the day we met, he didn't dare say no. "OK, you're on."
He reached into his pocket for a coin.
"No, no, no," I said, smiling innocently. "Allow me please"
I fetched a coin from my pocket and flipped it.
"Tails," he said.
It was heads.
I strapped him into the handcuffs. He didn't seem happy about this turn of events. The bad boy didn't like to be tied up.
I licked his upper body like he had done to me the weekend before. I spent a little extra time in places where there was a tickle response to make him squirm in his restraints. I spent a fair amount of time working his boner over with my tongue because that really made him struggle.
I spent a long time lubing his asshole and entered very slowly. Whenever I saw him pulling at his restraints, I paused and massaged that area very carefully before moving on. By the time I was all the way in, he was sweating profusely.
I retreated to near the entrance where I had gotten a particularly good response. Pulling myself up close, I methodically and rapidly massaged that specific spot, stroking his boner at the same time. From the look on his face, I don't think he could decide whether he was experiencing pleasure or pain, but he was continually getting closer to blowing his load.
Just as he was ready to unload, I pushed all the way in hard two or three times. Struggling against his restraints, he silently shot boy juice onto his chest, into his hair, and over his head against the headboard.
I pulled out and released his restraints. Stretching out on top of him, I smiled directly into his eyes.
"I told you us Indians are a treacherous breed," I said. "So, what do you think about bondage?"
"You are a wicked, wicked Indian," he said, still recovering. "I don't think I've ever cum so hard in my life, but I also don't think I want a repeat performance. The handcuffs are gonna be used only if somebody really wants to be tied up."
I smiled into his eyes. "I'm not that fond of them either," I admitted.
"And I hereby relinquish my win of the toss. At least with you, I would rather be on the bottom. Now, my birthday wish is for you to fuck me until the sun comes up, so please get on with it. That little activity made me horny as hell."
He fulfilled my birthday wish. I had him bend me over the edge of the bed and pound me from behind a couple of times. I was starting to like that variation, and I think he was too. It was a very satisfying birthday.
And he put away the handcuffs. It would be a long time before they got used again.