Date: Tue, 9 Feb 2010 19:47:29 -0500
From: Roger Bontemps <junkies.in.the.sky@gmail.com>
Subject: Twisting Angels: Final Chapter

DISCLAIMER : This is the final chapter of Twisting Angels. It involves sex
between teenage boys, and one teenage boy with a man.

Check your local laws about that kind of stuff before delving any
deeper. Now, if it's okay for you to read this, you're more than welcome to
drop those pants.

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Enjoy!

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Dayton looked at me with watery eyes.

"You don't understand, man. My parents would --"

"FUCK YOUR PARENTS !"

"Vince, listen --"

"How about you give your old folks a reality check ?"

"Don't you understand it's hard for me to --" I was sick of him making up
excuses.

"You think it's not hard for my brother !? He's crying over this ! He cried
and that's how I discovered everything. I asked him what was wrong and he
tried making up excuses; they were all weak. I know Cody would never cry
unless something really bad would happen.  Yet there was nothing in his
excuses that could have explained his sadness. So I asked and I asked and I
asked again... until he told me everything. I know my bro. He'll never cry
in front of you, cause he loves you. But HE. IS. HURT!"

"If I come out of the closet, Cody can forget about me !"

"What !?"

"My parents will not allow it ! They'll tear us apart, Vince. They will
fucking tear us apart. Understand what that means ? I don't want to lose
Cody just as much as I don't think he'd like to lose me. I'm doing the best
thing for us right now."

"That's what you think would happen. But you can't know until you give it a
shot." Dayton sighed.

"Does it really hurt Cody that much ?"

"What he told me is that he fears this whole secret relationship thing will
destroy you guys. He feels the pressure, Dayton."

"Oh man... I mean... FUCK! Why didn't he tell me ?!"

"Dude -- he loves you. Get that ?" Upon understanding what my words meant,
Dayton started crying like a fountain. I wrapped my arms around him and
patted his back. "Oh come on big baby... why don't you just try to find a
solution with him ? Maybe that would get you somewhere, as opposed to just
running away every time."

***---***

There's nothing in the world quite as delicious as Cody's lips. His feeble
arms were wrapped around me as our tongues danced; he was the most adorable
thing of all. I could have grasped his ass, I could have risked fondling
the tent in his pants... but it was not necessary. He was already more than
enough for me. Our kissing ended slowly, much to our regret. We looked at
each other in the eyes.

"I love you, Dayton. I love you so much."

"Cody... we must talk." He detected something wrong in me. It was evident I
struggled inside.

"Deet, what's wrong ?"

"I... I think it's high time for us to make our love known."

"What !? When ? Why ?" Cody looked panicked, more than anything else.

"Jeez ! I thought it'd make you happy, given how you bitch and moan about
it all the time !" He looked taken aback by my comment, all of a sudden, as
if he knew he should be happy, but still somehow wasn't.

"Well, I want people to know but... it's such a big change after one
year. I don't know how my Dad would react to that."

"Didn't you tell me that your pops would be okay with you being gay ?"

"There's more to it than just that..."

"What's the problem ?"

"Circumstances."

"What circumstances ?"

"I can't tell you. It's something between me and Dad."

"Something like what !? Damn, throw me a bone at least !"

"I can't tell you ! It's just that... over the last year, our relationship
changed the way I was. The way I acted on a day-to-day basis. And I've been
lying to cover it up. I had some kind of... 'traditions' with my Dad that I
kind of tossed away in light of your arrival in my life. It hurts to think
I'd reveal to him that... I lied all along. I had to lie lately. Not so
long ago. I guess that's why my mood's still swinging."

"Jesus Christ, what have you been doing with your father !? It's not like I
take up a lot of your time, it's not like I changed who you were, I mean --
how could I interfere !?"

"You would never understand, Deet. It's not your fault. Trust me, it's best
if you stay outta this. It's between me and him, it dates back to the early
days, back when he picked me up. He wants it to stop, he wants to talk
about it. But strangely enough... I'm the one who wants to avoid all the
questions." Cody never really talked much about the times when Jason picked
him up. It seems things were rocky back then.

"Ok... Cody... I don't know what the fuck we're talking about here, but
lemme ask you just one thing: did he hurt you ? Did he do you any bad ?"

"NO! No good heavens NO ! It's something I started that he continued. It's
something that made me who I am today. It is the single best thing to have
occured in all my life. But there would be no point in me trying to explain
it to you. All you need to know is that... he will not hurt me when he will
learn this. He will probably cry and hurt himself instead. He will probably
understand some things he'll never forgive himself to not have understood
before. As for me, I'll probably cry because I'll feel like I should have
explained. But nothing bad will happen."

"He was not able to help you out like he should have ? Because you hid
things from him ?"

"Yeah, in a way. You could say it like that."

"Oh. Ok. I can understand that."

"Thanks."

"It still doesn't deal with one problem."

"What problem ?"

"Your folks will have to be the first ones to know."

"What do you have in mind ?"

"OK... my plan is to tell your mom and dad about us first. Then ask them if
I can come live here should things get rocky on my side."

"You can't be seriou --"

"Yes, they'd throw me out of home, Cody. They could. If that happens, I
want a backup plan. Unless I have that, I'm not making my coming out. Plain
and simple."

"And you'd like to do that when ?"

"This very evening. I want to make you happy as soon as possible."

"Jesus... what a turn of events..." He looked down for a few seconds, then
looked back up, his green eyes scintillating. "Fuck yeah. Let's do this."
My heart skipped a beat upon realising what I was about to do. I looked at
Cody's face knowing for sure that I would not do this for anyone else. I
touched his silky arms and then held his face between the palms of my
hands. That contrast in skin color was as wonderful as ever. My watery eyes
went leaking a bit.

"Take off your pants."

"No. Vince will be back soon."

"Vince won't be back anytime soon, trust me."

"What ? Waddaya mean ?"

"You owe your brother. Big time. He told me how important it was to you for
our love to become public. As such, he also agreed to give us more time
than usual." Tears started welling up in his eyes as a big smile grew on
his lips.

"I'm... the luckiest boy... in the whole world." He quickly leaned towards
me, briefly kissing my lips. Then he leaned back away, took his shirt,
pants and underwear off and then jumped on the bed. Only his socks remained
and he got rid of them by sprawling on the bed, making them roll off his
feet. His four inches were hard and cute like they always were and I just
wanted to take his body and soul. Twisting on the sheets, he looked at me,
biting his lips. "Love me."

I rushed at the bed, jumping on him, and planted my lips in his neck. My
fat tongue splashed on his skin and I moved south. I opened my mouth and
took a shoulder in, squishing the inside of my lips upon him, wetting his
frame. Cody was already humming tones of happiness, his penis poking at my
tummy. I sucked and licked my way to his nipples. I rolled them between my
teeths and he squirmed, pushing his chest in my face, pleading me to keep
going by pushing my head down as he squealed in delight. I loved Cody's
small, button-cute nipples.

"Oh my God... just suck my cock already, or I'm gonna fucking cum on your
stomach !" I moved towards his legs, letting my tongue trail on his blazing
hot skin. I rubbed my face against his dick as if my life depended on the
thing. It was just like the rest of him: cute, small, slim, sweet... sexy.

***---***

I looked feverishly at Dayton's black lips as they covered my pink
penis. It slid slowly in his mouth until his nose rested on my skin. He
started sucking and my whole body jerked once or twice; his hands just
slapped my hips. and rubbed their way up as he ran his tongue over my cock,
twiddling my nipples with his thumbs like Jason did to me when I was a
little boy. Memories filled my mind every time he did that and I just got
increasingly excited. His lips tightened around my cock and I felt the pull
so strong, so raw that my hands dug the mattress. He worked his way back on
my penis and bobbed back down, slowly, calmly. That was his way... and it
drove me nuts.

"Deet... oh fuck. Now one else can do it like you do..."

One of his hands crawled on my neck, surfing along my chin. His dark
fingers dipped in my mouth while his other hand was still twisting and
tapping my nipples. My lips closed around his prodding digits and I sucked
on his fingers, hypnotised. With much difficulty, he kept working on my
dick, still sucking deep and slow. My head started spinning and my mouth
went agape: his fingers slipped out, wet, only to be nested near my
balls. He retreated on my cock, kissing the piss slit and smooching the
shaft. His tongue scooped my balls and he sucked one of them in his
mouth. He made it dance in mid-air by sucking and caressing it with his
tongue, all while one of his hands slowly rubbed my dick. Dayton went
further down on my nutsack and I felt his tongue reaching for my butt. I
moaned loudly as a shiver went up my spine.

"So you wanna fuck me ?"

"Oh baby... I thought you'd never ask..."

"Whip out that cock." He let go of me and I got on all four. I heard a
zipper going down and the sound of fabric sliding off skin. The warmth of
his penis graced one of my ass cheeks and he started rubbing himself on
me. Soon enough, his cock was sliding in my ass, vertically, and I could
feel his precum leaking everywhere. "It's been so long since I had you
inside of me..."

"I know, baby, I know. I missed that. Is your ass clean ?"

"Enough for a fuck, but I wouldn't dare lick it."

"Shit. Where's the lube ?"

"Ahhhh fuck lube ! Just spit on it and go slow."

"You sure, babe ?"

"Hell yeah. Just hurry up inside. Can't wait for you to fill me up..." Just
thinking about Dayton inside of me gave me goosebumps. We didn't make love
often, seeing how we rarely had enough time. It had been five or six months
since last time. I couldn't wait to take him in. His glans brushed my anus
and he pressed lightly. I was already opening up, if only a little. A
droplet of saliva dangled down from his lips and fell cold on my ring,
moistening the joint between our mating bodies. I felt my anus widening as
he eased inside of me with the same slow vibe so unique to his
lovemaking. Dayton was always smooth, cool when having sex. He'd call me
'baby' by pressing his lips to my ear and bring me to orgasm without
breaking a sweat, just by teasing my sex until it exploded. When I took
control, it was the other way around. I was impulsive and jumpy, I equated
speed with skill. Making love with Dayton was so different from making love
with Jason in that regard. Jason could do things slowly, but there was a
hunger, a powerful lust underneath. Deet had none of that. He was a slow
burner, a consistent lover. He kissed my back and grabbed my cock as I felt
his throbbing penis lighting up my insides. He gestured his hand
delicately, grasping pretty hard as he milked precum out of me. He was
pretty deep inside of me and I felt my insides melt. "Oh Jesus Christ!" I
sounded like a little girl as he manipulated me. His tongue left a wet
trace behind as it ran up my neck and to my ear lobe. He talked in a low,
quiet voice, his lips to my ear.

"Oh baby..." His hands slid to my chest, holding my nipples. "You're such a
fragile little boy." His hips flexed smoothly and he bottomed into me. He
gyrated, scratching his few pubes on my ass. "Your tight little ass is so
bubbly, so smooth." His tongue flicked over my ear and I shook violently. I
was trembling.

"Fuck me, please. Make love to me..." I rarely needed that so bad. I still
desired Jason, but Dayton brought me back to when I was a little boy
completely under Jason's spell.

And now under his.

His hips started waving and I felt him slide in to the base, then halfway
out, then all back in; I squeezed him with my anus to thank him. Dayton
growled with satisfaction.

"My sweet boy sure knows how to use that ass..." Between my moanings and my
breathings, I couldn't pronounce words. My body was acting on it's own,
speaking with spasms and shivers, nods and shakings. Several minutes went
by in a perfect silence, only the sound of our breathing polluting the
air. He gracefully penetrated me, inoculated me with his flesh. A taste of
him grew in my mouth and in my bowels, a deep boiling love erupted. My ass
moved to meet his cock and he accelerated, taking out a bit more with each
thrust. His tongue covered my ear as his hands slid to my sides. His face
left the side of mine and he rose like a proud tower, above his bent
knees. He slapped my ass nonchalantly, spitting again on his pistoning
cock. He fucked me faster and harder, my hips strapped by his fingers, our
ballsacks slapping, his muscles flexing, and yet he never did let go of his
niceness. He was getting more intense, more loving, but not brutal. His
breathing got quicker, shorter, and he throbbed inside of me while his
fingers digged my ass cheeks. "I'm gonna cum baby, I'm gonna cum ! Are you
close ? Are you there ?"

"Nnnnnnggghh... Nah... t'can't seem to end !"

"Want me to try harder ?" When I was 8 years old, hitting my prostate was
so easy; Jason's cock was huge and I was small. Dayton didn't have this
advantage. He usually made me cum just by fucking me slowly... but that
wouldn't work this time.

"Nnnnnnn... no!"

He grunted a few times, taken by panic.

"I can't stop !"

"Cum! In me !"

"Oh jeez..." His cock flexed in me a few times as he gyrated his hips
against my ass, trying to find my sweet spot. No such luck. In a shocking
move, his warmth left me, his penis sliding out, my asshole gaping open,
asking to be fed. "Lemme try something. Lay on your back." As I turned
over, he jumped off the bed and took off his shirt. When my back touched
the sheets, he grabbed my legs and turned me towards him. He pulled my legs
up, until my ass met his cock, and then swung his hips forward while still
pulling on my legs. After several unsuccessful attempts, he finally hit my
hole and slipped back in. He leaned toward me, a huge smile on his face,
and just said "Hang on my shoulders !"

Once I had a firm grip on him, his hands cupped my ass and back and he
lifted me off the bed, his hard pole sinking into me. Now THAT was
fantastic. It reminded me of the first time I made love with Jason. Our
nipples grinded against each others, our naked arms, skin against skin,
were sliding gracefully. Instantly, my ass bobbed up and down. "Oh yeah !
Oh fuck yeah ! Oh my God ! I'm gonna cum soon ! So soon !"

"Me too, baby ! Kiss me..."

Our lips locked and his hands shook my whole body. As I wiggled
uncontrollably in his arms, his cock nested in my prostate, causing me to
tense up, holding him airtight to my body. My insides went clenching around
his penis, very violently, and I felt his cum shooting against my sensitive
spot. Before I blacked out, I could only remember two things; the low,
guttural scream I pushed upon cumming, the scream of a man, and the cum
shooting out of his dick and inside of me, as well as out of mine and
between our shaking bodies.

***---***

"So you guys have been together for a whole year ?! And you didn't tell me
?"

"Dad... I don't need to explain why. Dayton already did that."

"I would have never told anyone, Cody ! Why would I have done such a thing
!?"

"I loved Dayton. I wanted to respect him and his desire of no one
knowing. I still love him to this day."

"Cody... I don't question that. I don't want you to think that I am mad at
you for preparing your life without me. And if things ever go sour with his
parents, I will happily allow him to come and live with us. It's just
that..."

"That... ?"

"Well, there's something I've gotta tell you, too, son." It tortured me to
finally reveal this. But in the end, I tried to tell him so many times
before, only to be denied the opportunity... it felt only normal for him to
learn this in these circumstances. "You probably noticed that I've been
trying to 'talk' with you as of late. In private. Yet you brushed off every
single effort I made. But this is important, Cody. Nancy is pregnant."

"She... what !?"

"We have a kid on the way. You heard me right."

"Why !? WHY !!? Why did you do that !?" For the first time in years, Cody
was furious. Furious like a man.

"You became increasingly distant... I thought that maybe I got too old,
maybe you were sick of our twisted relationship, that maybe it brought you
more regrets than joys. Everytime I tried to talk about it, you
escaped. With Nancy, however, things were quite the opposite. We fell crazy
in love for each other, moreso than ever... we wanted to take that
relationship to the next level. And so, one night, it happened. We stopped
using condoms. Bang. And she got pregnant first try."

"I... don't know what to say." His voice was unnaturally low. He was sad
and thoughtful: I was not accustomed to that sight.

"It's okay Cody. You did the same thing with Dayton. We're not to
blame. We're setting our lives up for the future. It's only normal. That we
lasted so long is already a miracle."

"I guess." He just shrugged, pensive. "So we're over ? It ends like this ?"

"Seems like it. I certainly don't feel like making love anymore. Something
changed. You are Dayton's boyfriend now. I'm sure your conception of who I
am changed as well."

"Yeah, you're right. I feel cold. I don't even have tears coming. It's so
weird... boiling as I am, I thought that I'd be crying for days upon the
end of us. But now that I'm there, I feel... nothing. I just..." He looked
down a bit then looked back in my eyes. "I just want to kiss you one last
time." I just nodded and his face approached mine. Our lips parted and my
hands dug the car's seats...

***---***

My last kiss with Dad was a sloppy one, fueling much back-stroking and
ass-groping. It was lyrical. Beautiful. But it still was the last kiss. It
left me in need of affection more than anything else. I wanted to
talk. Vince was in the first story bed, trying to sleep. I was doing the
same thing in the second story bed. But it wouldn't come.

"Vince ?"

"You're not sleeping ?"

"Nope. Neither are you."

"Eh. I just can't."

"Do you feel nervous about what did happen tonight ?"

"Well... why would I ?"

"Because Dayton told me why he did all this..."

"Awwwww shoot ! I knew I'd get in trouble for that. Look, I was just trying
to help and --"

"No. It's okay. It's more than okay, in fact." I thought about Nancy's
pregnancy and realised just how timely Dayton's coming out had been. "I
wanted to thank you. I don't know how I'll ever be able to repay you. I'd
do anything you want." I meant it from the bottom of my heart, even though
I didn't know what Vince could possibly be missing.

"You... seriously ?"

"Yes." I heard him taking a deep breath.

"Cody... can you promise me something ?"

"Hmm ?"

"I want you to promise you won't get mad at me for what I'm going to say."
I didn't like where this was going, but I trusted Vince above anything and
anyone else, bar maybe Dayton. Maybe.

"Mkay. I'll stay calm. I promise."

"You know... sometimes, I wish we would have been able to fool around like
brothers often do. I am... I'm in love with Amanda, don't get me wrong --
it's just that sometimes I feel like I wanna try something with a
boy. Lately you've been pretty open about what's going on between you and
Dayton and it makes me feel like I wanna... But... nah, forget it. You are
gay. It's not as if it was a sideline for you, too. I'm sorry I brought
that up. I'm such a mess." I was floored. This was completely unexpected. I
felt so confused. But it did not make me mad at all.

"Are you telling me that you would like to have sex with me ?"

"Well, kinda."

"But... why me ?"

"You're my brother ! Well, just like my brother. I trust you, I'd do
anything for you, I... I... I love you, in a way." Those words meant the
fucking world coming out of Vince's mouth. Little did I know the biggest
shocker was still up and coming. "You also are the single most beautiful
guy I've ever seen." I blushed as my penis engorged with blood. I only wore
boxers, which I kicked off, and I climbed down the ladder on the side of
the bed. "Cody ? What are you doing ?" When he saw my silouhette appear in
the moonlight, he gasped. He couldn't say a thing as I slipped in his bed,
visibly sporting an erection. I kissed his cheek while, under the covers,
our bodies were sliding against each other.

"It's okay. Dayton did it with one of his bros. While he was my
boyfriend. He doesn't have to know about this... why don't you just kick
those boxers off and roll on top of me ?"

"I'm not wearing any boxers."

"Then what the fuck are you waiting for ?!"

"I can't move. This is way too surreal."

"Oh to hell with that..." I crawled on him and our penises touched; holy
cows! I don't think I ever felt a dick being that hard. It felt quite
large, too. Just by being on top of him, I could feel his heart drumming
away in his chest. "What makes you so excited, bro ?" His answer came out
so rushed it seemed to be only one word.

"Iwannakissyou." I pushed my red hair out of my face and looked at
Vince. His Asian looks made him look even younger than he was, maybe 10 or
11. His dark brown eyes were pleading me to delay his pleasure no further.

"Alright. Let's do this." As my lips delicately touched his, his arms
wrapped around me and he brutally pulled me to him. His tongue fired out of
his mouth and insistantly darted at mine. When I opened up, he almost raped
my mouth with a passionate kiss, one of an intensity I had rarely seen. His
hands slid to my butt with difficulty, pressing so hard the skin friction
was hindering his movements. I shoved my tongue in his mouth, almost down
his throat, and he squirmed under me. Our hips were put in motion by a
strange energy, moving in rythm, our penises rubbing against each other's
leaking precum. My hands slid up his body and to his head, which I held in
both hands before roaming his hair. As he squeezed my ass, our kiss
broke. Something was terribly wrong about this. He was almost
hyperventilating.

"Fuck. FUCK! That's way too intense..." I couldn't help but to agree.

"Yeah, I don't know what's happening. Are you always like that in bed ?"

"No. Get off me." I couldn't move, even when his arms released me. "GET OFF
ME !" I quickly complied to avoid any more screaming in the middle of the
night, but I had to force myself. Now at his side, I couldn't do
anything. I couldn't speak. I couldn't move. I just breathed really slowly,
trying to make sense of it all; but I couldn't think. "I'm sorry bro. I
shouldn't have screamed at you."

"What the fuck's happening, Vince ?"

"I don't know. You felt it, too, didn't you ?"

"The need ? Yeah. I did. It came from you, first, but then, when you
enlaced me I just lost it."

"Are you in love with me ?" The question came as a slap across the face. I
couldn't understand what he was getting at: did he ask because I'm gay or
did he ask because he felt something for me ?

"What !? No ! No, fuck no ! What kind of question is that !? Are YOU in
love with me ?"

"Well, no, I wouldn't call it that..."

"Call what what ?"

"What I feel for you, it's not love but... it's so strong."

"You're more than a friend for me, too. But... you're not my lover either."

"I feel like you are my brother."

"I do too, but brothers never do... whatever it is we just did !"

"Well, they fool around."

"They do, yes, but... that was something else. I think it scared us both
shitless."

"It scared me but I still want it to happen, deep inside. I wanna suck your
cock so bad..." I blinked a lot, replaying the tape of the last few seconds
in my head, a few times. I was so stunned I had to ask.

"I beg your pardon ?!"

"I'd like to put your cock in my mouth and suck on it. I can't help it."
Fuck, I was so hard. I blew the covers off our bodies; well damn, he was
still fucking hard, too.

"Look, I don't know what the fuck is going on, but I just can't say no. So
suck my dick. Now."

"Just this one night..." Hearing that sentence ignited something inside of
me. It was NOT wrong. There was something natural about this. As my brother
moved towards my penis, I tried to convince myself that what was happening
was right.

"Yeah, just this one night..."

His juicy, wet tongue splashed onto my dick and soon enough, his lips, his
whole mouth danced on my boyhood. Vince sucked eagerly at first, with
passionate movements and awesome slides of the tongue -- he was awesome,
and I moaned like pornstar from his ministrations. But his rythm decreased
with time and soon enough, he came to a halt. He laid his head on my hips.

"Damn, you're good for a first timer !"

"I don't like it much, though."

"That's a damn shame. You have a lot of potential for cocksucking." By that
point, we weren't shy anymore. We really felt like brothers fooling
around. At least that's how I felt, that much I knew. It was bizarre. It
was unexpected. But it sure was nice. He raised his head, looking at me
with intrigued eyes.

"Really ? The taste is terrible !"

"Ohhh get out ! Cocksucking's my favorite thing !" He crawled up to me.

"How about you show me how much you love it ?"

"Sounds awesome. Have you ever skullfucked anyone ?"

"You can't be serious..."

"What ?"

"You mean that you... I can fuck your face ?"

"Fuck yeah. Unless your dick is mutant-big or something."

"Well it's a bit big..."

"I guess I'll just have to take a look." He laid on his back, next to me,
and I went down on his chest, licking his nipples.

"Ohhh fuck yeah... only dudes can know how good that shit feels..." I
smiled coyly, knowing full well that girls could understand. It's just that
most guys hate to refer to their chest as a breasts-bearing body part. They
don't want to acknowledge that they've got a bit of a girly sex in them. I
licked across his navel and encountered his cock, hard as a rock, sticking
past his pubes. I gasped as I realized how big it was. I had seen Vince
naked before, but he always was soft, or if he was hard, I didn't pay
attention to it. What I had in front of me was probably seven inches and a
half. And he was fourteen. What a great cock he would sport...

"Jesus Christ, you're bigger than --"

"I don't wish to know those details about your boyfriend, bro." I was glad
he interrupted me, because I was about to drop Jason's name, or just
"Dad". Which would have been awkward.

"Sorry, it's just that... I rarely had bigger dicks in all my life. It's so
long. Pretty thick, too."

"Dude you gotta stop, you're making me blush."

"Amanda was nuts to even THINK about leaving you."

"Jeez... well, there's more than dick size to love..."

"... obviously, because otherwise I'd be fucking crazy for you." We both
laughed nervously at my terrible, terrible joke. "Still, you should be able
to fuck my throat anyway. I'll tell you if it hurts." His cock flexed as I
said that.

"Really ? You sure ?"

"Yeah, come on. I'm gonna sit on the edge of the bed and you'll stand up in
front of me." He got out of bed and I sat on the edge, looking at his
magnificient cock as it pointed straight at me. "Okay, here's how we're
gonna do this. I'm gonna have one hand on each one of your legs..." As I
placed my hands, I got all sorts of weird feelings -- it's been years since
I last did that ! "... as you can see, they're pretty low, so you should
still be able to move your hips to fuck my face. If they ever are too high,
just push them down, I'll get the message. Now, the tricky part: I'll slap
your legs to tell you stuff. If I slap your left leg, like this, it means
to hold the back of my head with both your hands and enter my throat if
you're out, or to completely draw out and release me if you're in. It's
very important that you do this, cause otherwise, I will hurt and might
even choke pretty badly. A little choking is good, but too much is bad. If,
on the other hand, I slap your right leg, like this, it means to simply go
gentler. If I'm not doing this, you can assume that you can fuck my face
harder. When I do, it's up to you whether to comply or not, but bear in
mind that if you just go rougher and rougher, I will, at some point, slap
both your legs at the same time and if you don't stop everything at that
point, I'll chew on your cock ! So... you ready ?" I looked up at him and
he was immobile, his eyes as big as freaking saucers. "Well, what are we
waiting for !?"

"I'm so fucking nervous and excited right now but... go ahead." I opened my
mouth and took an inch in, with no delay. It felt so weird to have a new
cock in my mouth after all that time spent with only the same two. It had a
nice girth, very distinctive from that of Jason or Dayton. I sucked lightly
and went back and forth on the first few inches a few times, to get a feel
of it in my mouth; once he'd be in to the base, I wouldn't have any time to
guesstimate how wide I should open up to avoid scratching him with my
teeth. He occupied quite a bit of space, which made me slightly nervous,
but I wanted him in my throat so bad that there really was no going
back. He was moaning already and I swung my head forwards, opening up. He
slid in first try and as he had more or less half an inch in my throat, I
slapped his left leg. "Oh my God, Cody..." He held my head in his hands and
started pushing his way into my mouth, very slowly. I felt his dick sink
down my throat, but he was moving too slow. It felt disgusting and ominous,
as if a giant worm was raiding my insides, which is not exactly a
turn-on. I quickly tapped his left leg and he let go of me. I quickly moved
away from his crotch and catched my breath. "Awww man, I knew I'd do it
wrong..."

"You were too gentle !"

"What do you mean, too gentle ?"

"Imagine a big thing slowly descending in your throat... doesn't that
sound, like, completely disgusting to you ?"

"Oh... I see... Well, I was holding back not to hurt you but I guess I
should do it quicker, then, right ?"

"Yeah, but not too quick either -- start at medium pace, then as you go,
increase your speed. Let's add one rule: if I slap your ass, it means I
want you to go faster, okay ?"

"Can we try again ?"

"Sure thing. I'm hungry for more."

I went down on his cock again, without even waiting for him to say
something. "Damn you're so fucking awesome..." This time I went straight to
the point and got him in my throat. I tapped Vince's left leg and his
fingers roamed in my hair as he pushed his hips towards me.  This time, the
rythm was good; it felt like the nice, pretty big cock of the dude holding
my head. As his pubes brushed my nose, I opened up my throat some more,
shaking my head a little to ease him in. He quickly withdrew and plunged
back in a bit faster. From peaceful roaming to fierce gripping, his fingers
were battling my hair as he got to the actual fucking part. His movement
range quickly got too large for his cock to remain nested in my throat all
the time, yet he was still increasing his spped. I had trouble keeping up,
so I tapped his right leg and he slowed down a bit, rocking five inches of
cockin my mouth. What an obedient little boy. Seconds went by and my throat
ajusted to his size. I had trouble with my air supply, but I'd last long
enough to thrill him some more; I slapped his ass. Vince tensed, making all
sorts of weird noises, and fucked my throat so fast that I gagged
lightly. All the mucus in my throat rose up, filling the little amount of
space left in my mouth, slimy as fuck, until I felt it it jetting out of my
mouth along with his cock, covering my lips. dropping to my chin, sticking
to his slapping ballsack. I felt dirty. I liked it. Apparently, so did my
brother. "You're so gorgeous. This is -- AHHH! -- this is the best sex I've
ever had..." He didn't even seem close to cumming, though, which was
stunning, considering how close I was from just being his fuck tool. As he
took a few more jabs at my jaw, I slapped his left leg. He rammed my throat
twice before finally letting go of me. When I had worked his flesh out of
me, I almost collapsed. My face was a mess and I breathed heavily. "Are you
okay ?" I couldn't speak yet, I had to take more air. "Dude ? Dude !?" I
looked up at him through my hair.

"Your cock is FUCKING. AWESOME." I took a deep breath, opened my mouth and
bottomed him in first thing. I was frenzied. Hungry for his dick. I shook
my head against his crotch to take ALL of him inside, and then I twisted my
neck, I turned my face to look at him with slutty eyes. His eyelids fell
and his mouth went agape, lips trembling. When his eyes opened again, he
looked straight into mine.

"Cody... fuck... you're the sexiest thing alive..."

I moaned and whined on his dick like a little girl, filled with lust and a
strong desire to please. I always loved him like a brother but tonight, he
became my brother. We shared a moment, an experience. We were not in
love. But he trusted me enough to be his first gay partner. And I, on the
other hand, was taking on my first asian cock. A fat, nice asian teen
cock. Like Jason before him, he had his family link with me forged in hot
sex. I could only hope that, unlike in Jason's case, it would remain an
incident, a wonderful event. Pressed for air, I took his cock out. I
breathed deeply and slowly, eagerly awaiting the moment I'd be ready to
take him in again. Vince was doing pretty much the same thing. I wiped my
lips with one of my hands and opened my mouth as wide as I could, swinging
my head forwards. My face collided with his hips and I went back
immediately. I took his whole dick out of my mouth and then rammed towards
his hips once again. And once again, I went back as soon as he bottomed
in. By now, he slid in my throat so easily that he could fuck me with the
hole lenght of his dick. Drooling and drunk-looking, I gazed up. I had not
felt that thrashy since... I can't even remember when !

"That's how I want you to fuck my face now. Fuck me with the whole thing."

"You're un-fucking-believable." He grabbed my face roughly and I barely had
the time to open my mouth before he jammed his penis in it. He was not
holding back anymore, going with hard, quick, full thrusts. I felt heavenly
as he jackhammered my throat away, but then the brutality of it all caught
up with me. Gag reflexes that I thought were dead reared their ugly heads:
he was going too fast for strokes this long. He was too much for me to
handle, I was not ready for the mix of his cock and his intensity. I
slapped his right leg, hoping for him to go gentler. Not quite. "Oh fuck!
Cody! Please!" He breathed heavily as he pounded away. "I'm so
close... just a little bit more, a little bit more, please !" Poor
boy. It's so hard to stop when you're close. I tried my best to accomodate
him, to hold out, but the situation became critical. I was low on air and
he was so rough I could hardly breathe through my nose, and by hardly, I
mean I couldn't. I slapped his left leg in panic. "Hold on! Almost
there..." My head felt heavy and I started to drift away. I wanted him to
cum, but I would not make it through in one piece ! My nose went leaking as
he moved all the stuff in my throat towards my airways. Desperate and
ashamed, I slapped both his legs at the same time,
twice. "Ffffffffffffffffffffffffuckkkkkkkkk !" He pushed my head away from
him swiftly and I fell on the bed, deeply breathing and spasming. "Holy
shit ! Bro ! Bro !?" I couldn't speak as I started coughing. Vince rushed
at my side, wiping my face with one of his hands. He held my shaking body
in his arms. "Are you okay ?? Fuck, this is so terrible, I'm so sorry..." I
felt so much love going on. I wanted him to cum. Inside of me.

"It's... it's okay." I was still catching my breath. I had a few tears of
fatigue in my eyes, and through them, I could see his worried face. Awwwww,
he was so cute. I needed him to know I was not mad. I needed him to know
the night was not over just yet. I stirred timidly at first and then
finally gathered enough force to get on my knees.

"I'm so sorry Cody, I couldn't stop, I was so --" He didn't seem to notice
that as he talked, my face grew closer to his. I kissed his lips
midsentence and his response was soft and sad. Our tongues twirled and
swirled in a langourous tango. One of his hands reached out for my cock and
he jacked me off slowly, running his fingers over the glans every now and
then. I gasped in pleasure and his head titled away from mine. He looked at
me, on the verge of tears, still stroking my dick. "I can't believe you
forgave me so easily."

"I know my brother would never hurt me." I meant it from the bottom of my
heart and a tear slipped from his eyes. He smiled.

"What can I do to make you feel better ?"

"Take me." His hand stopped moving.

"... I can't!"

"Why ?"

"We don't have condoms."

"I'm not a girl and I've been tested for STDs; I don't have any. What about
you ?"

"You've been tested for STDs !?"

"Hell yeah, several times. I'm gay, Vince. And you know that I've been
quite wild when puberty started... I don't wanna take any chances. So I
guess that means you've never been tested, right ?"

"Well, lately, Amanda suggested switching over to the pill, so I had to be
tested. I just never thought you would have been, too."

"And, do you have STDs ?"

"Nope, not any." He looked almost disappointed.

"Then what's the problem ?"

"I feel like I can't do this anymore. I don't want to hurt you again." I
noticed he was completely limp now.

"Vince..." I took his hand away from my genitals and held it in both of
mine. "Do you want to make love to me ?" My voice trembled with emotion as
I spoke. This moment was important.

"Jeez, Cody..." He leaned in and kissed me sweetly, caressing my
arms. "Yes. I do. I feel bad about it. But I do." He was not lying. Just
bringing up the idea made him hard again.

"Why do you feel bad about it ?"

"I don't want to fall in love with you."

"Wouldn't this already be done by now ? Wait here." He I kissed his cheek
and dropped out of the bed. I climbed up the ladder and opened that little
box of mine that Jason gave me when I was ten. It had a dial lock and I
used to put everything confidential in that box and keep it by the
bedside. I stored my AstroGlide there, amongst other things. I took the
bottle out and made my way back to Vince's bed. I gave him the lube. With a
dick such as his, I'd need it. I laid down on the bed, folding my legs and
waiting for him to do something.

"I can't ! The feeling's just not there ! Why do you wanna do give me the
greatest joy there is ?"

"Don't you want to leave a part of you inside of me ? Don't you wanna make
me smile ?" As if hit by a sudden resolve, he opened the bottle and poured
a glob of lube on my ass. Finally, he understood what was going on ! He
pushed with his finger and it went straght in.

"Wow ! That stuff's slippery as fuck !"

"Told ya so. Now hurry up and twist that finger inside !" His wiggled and
turned his digit inside of me and already I felt much pleasure. "Ok,
stop. I'm ready."

"I'd only do that to you, Cody. Only to... my brother." He poured some lube
on his hands, coated his cock with it and pressed on my anus with his
glans, arching over me. His eyes went shut as he sank in me. Despite how
large he was, he penetrated me effortlessly. "Ohhhhhhhhh... you're so
comfortable..." Comfortable ? Well, it was the first time I heard that one
! I guess I wasn't as tight as I used to be. He had about six inches in
when he met resistance. Once again, just like with Jason, the last inch
would be a problem. But this time around, I could handle it. "What should I
do now ?"

"Push it in."

"Oh God." He flexed his hips towards me, increasingly hard, and I became
aware of parts of me which I rarely felt. Last time someone that long went
in me was in that parking lot with Joey; his favorite client had quite a
huge cock. I was glad I tagged along, even if only once, to feel such a
monster in my ass. The guy clocked in slightly above nine inches ! He told
me I was the youngest boy to have ever been able to take him all; I won't
lie, it did hurt, but I was so fucking proud it was not even funny. I was
eleven. I wanted attention. This time around, though, it didn't hurt when
the pubes tickled my ass. Vince had his whole 7.5 inches in me and I was
not doing it for attention. I did it for love. A different kind of love. He
was breathless. "I can't believe you took it all. I feel so good inside of
you."

"As I feel good with you in me." He collapsed on me and kissed me
hungrily. So hungrily, in fact, that he got so messy and wide in his
kissing that he eventually slid off my lips and on my neck. I felt smoking
hot and so, so happy and giddy. "Fuck me, big boy." He rose up from me and
pistoned his awesome cock into me promptly. He gave me long, generous
strokes, ranging from the base to the tip of the glans, at a rate of 2 or 3
thrusts per second. I was in heaven, moaning at every bucking of his hips,
and my ass gripped his dick rythmically, which apparently pleased him.

"Oh my God... work that ass on me lil brother..." Little ? How the fuck
would we know !? I don't even know my real birth date ! But I guess that my
constant refusal to be a man and the fact the he was top, and I was bottom,
kinda sealed it. I loved it. I looked at him with fire in my pupils,
clenching my love canal with much gusto. "Oh I need to cum sooooooooo bad,
I'm gonna cum so much..." His fucking got all whacked-out, his thrusts
coming from all sorts of weird angles. And he found my prostate. I tensed
up and screamed silently, mouth wide open, my eyeballs ready to jump out of
their socket. If our parents had not been in the house, I would have made
enough noise for the neighbours to call the police. I nodded frenetically
for my big bro to understand that I wanted more of that. "So you like that,
huh ?" I nodded even faster. "Well, me too." He grinded his dick against
the little hard spot. I violently enlaced him as I spasmed all over.

When I regained consciousness, I had a warm feeling in my bowels and my big
brother's tongue shoved deep in my mouth. My belly and chest were soaked
with my own cum, spreaded around by the friction of Vince's own upper body,
sliding on mine. We finished kissing, which felt like an eternity, and then
I pushed him off me. The bed was a mess. "That won't happen again, will it
?"

"I don't know. I don't think so."

"Did you enjoy it ?"

"Yeah. My favorite part was the facefucking but then I had to do it all
wrong."

"It was not your fault. I was too ambitious."

"I feel so weird."

"Yeah, me too."

"We should go take a shower right now."

"What !?"

"Trust me, you don't want the scent of dried cum to linger in a room."

"Do you have any clue what time it is ?"

"No, and I don't care. Hurry up."

"It's 2:00AM !"

"Do you want your mom to know we had sex ?"

"She probably already has a clue."

"What are you talking about ?"

"We were quite noisy."

"We could have been figthing. Brothers do that, too."

"Hmmm... I guess you're right. But we never did that before."

"We never fucked before either ! There are firsts for everything. Come on !
Let's shower."

"What about the bed covers ?"

"That's the reason why we fought."

"What !? What are you talking about ?"

"I had hot sex with Dayton on your bed, you noticed when you tried sleeping
in it, turned mad and we fought. Got it ?"

"You..." A smile grew on his lips. "You're a fucking awesome brother."

When we showered, the sex was off. When we got back in our room, I
suggested that he came over and slept in my bed, since his was such a
mess. He accepted. We slept side-by-side. No sexual tension. What's more,
it lended credibility to our whole story and would explain us getting out
of our room to take a shower in the middle of the night: that would have
been the agreement we would have came to, on condition that we were both
clean. Or something like that.

Anyway.

Selling the story the next day wasn't so easy, and we had to twist our
versions a little bit, but it was worth it. Even Jason bought it in the
end. Vince and I felt so fucking awesome about that. We'd have to fool them
more often -- it was hilarious. We just had to find less awkward things to
hide.

But we wouldn't get the opportunity. A bleeding Dayton came home on a
heated-up Friday evening. An evening which would change my whole life.

***------******------***
  ***---EPILOGUE---*** ***------******------***

Ian stepped into the room. I had been waiting for this moment for years.

"You look like your father, you know that ?"

"CODY!" He ran to my side, picking up my hand as soon as he could. I
couldn't get out of that damn bed, so I just looked at him as he fondled my
old fingers.

"I'm glad that you came. I don't know how much longer I'll be able to pay
to stay alive -- or just stay alive, for that matter. I felt I had
something on my chest, one last thing I had to say before I depart..."

"Cody ! Don't talk about that... I barely know you !"

"Ah, yes, I've been pretty distant from you during all my life. It's not
your fault. You led a great life and made your Dad proud. And it's not over
yet. I'm sure he's watching you from above. Tell me what does that put you
at ?"

"Fifty. Time flies by."

"Oh yes it does. And those coming years are gonna be hard. Take it from me
! The road from 50 to 60 is a bumpy one. And after 60 it just keeps getting
worse. At 50 I was still in shape. Now I'm 65 and look at me... But eh,
enough about the sad things. I got enough of that when Dayton died in that
accident three years ago. I still wish I died with him..."

"CODY!"

"Oh my, excuse me. Love does that to you when it's ripped away. Tell me,
Ian, what do you know about me ?"

"What do you mean ?"

"Well, what did he tell you about me ? I'm sure he mentioned me a couple of
times..."

"Well he did tell me that he adopted you."

"Did he tell you how ?"

"No. He always talked about you in flattering ways, but it rarely meant
anything."

"Ah. I see." I swallowed my saliva. "Ian, my brother," As I said that, I
felt tears coming. "there are some things which you should know now."

"Cody... you are crying..."

"Ah, yes, look at me going ! I'm sorry, but see, there are some things I
must know, too. Some things which have been hurting me for a long time. I
won't be able to rest until I... finish that business."

"You can ask me anything, Cody. Anything."

"You are..." My voice strangled. "... an angel. For you to still pay
attention to me after I left you in the dark for so long, I shall be
eternally grateful."

"But why did you leave ? Why have you been avoiding us ? Avoiding me ?
Everytime I had a chance to meet up with you, I've found you
fascinating. Everyone liked you; mom, dad, Vince... everyone! Yet no one
seemed to know why you were avoiding us. There was only Dad who always told
us not to judge you. Cody... why was it that way ?"

"There was a secret in that family, Ian. A secret between your Dad and me."

"What... what kind of secret ?" He was shivering now.

"Jason picked me up from the streets when I was eight years old. One fine
morning, after several months spent on the road, running away from the
orphanage where I was abused by a teenager, I ended up in Jason's
neighbourhood. I stole food from the grocery store and I was running,
trying to find a place to hide myself. My clothing was old, inadequate, I
smelled from miles away... he couldn't stay indifferent to that sight. He
convinced me to go to his place so we'd look at some sort of solution for
me. By that point, I was sure he'd ask me to have sex with him."

"Oh no... don't tell me that..."

"We're not there yet, Ian. Several men did that to me before. I had been
able to survive out there because, at 8 years old, I already was a whore !
It was survival. One fuck session here to spend the night inside, one
blowjob in a car there to get from point A to point B. I needed to stay on
the run, I knew that. But I was sick of it. Yet Jason swore he wouldn't do
anything to me."

"Thank God."

"Wait before cheering up, Ian. His resolve was there, but your Dad still
loved little boys."

"No... no that can't be true !"

"He did me times and times again, I should be able to tell !"

"You... You are lying ! Why would you say such things after all he did for
you !!?" He was enraged. I expected that.

"You can deny all you want, it's the truth. Your Dad loved little boys AND
a few women. When I crash-landed in his life, he was single and
desperate. I was the biggest joy he had in all his life, at that point. But
every night, I slept on the sofa, in the living room, but I would hear
sounds coming from his bedroom. Once, I sneaked to take a listen, and I
recognised the sounds: he was jacking off, whispering my name."

"No... it can't be. My dad wasn't such an asshole ! I don't want to believe
that !" Ian started crying, filled with rage. He didn't know if he should
hit me or damn his father. He didn't know who to believe anymore.

"Your father was an extraordinary man. You should not be enraged at him."
That comment just enraged him further, but for different reasons. Now, he
just couldn't understand what I was trying to say anymore.

"I... I just don't get it ! What are you getting at ? What do you mean !?
What's the point of all this !??"

"Your Dad never raped me. I went to him." His eyes suddenly beamed into
mine.

"You what ? How... You were eight years old ! does that make any sense ?"
Tears welled up my eyes.

"Sex was all I knew back then. He was making my life a paradise, a perfect
thing. But my presence tortured him. He wanted me. I could not let him
suffer. So I offered myself to him. I insisted. And he eventually he gave
in. It started with just strip teases and felt really weird, but we
eventually touched each other and then... things took a wild tangent." I
looked at Ian and he was crying so much he couldn't speak. His mind was
probably void anyway. "I was not able to love anyone. The first boy who
raped me, at the orphanage... he destroyed me. The men which followed
sucked all the life and love out of me. But Jason was in love with me. He
loved me, from the bottom of his heart. And at one point, we made
love... but I don't mean that we fucked. We made love, we had feelings
while doing it. It was so good that we spent the next few days only doing
that. I believe he was on a vacation back then. But as we drank each other,
as our love overwhelmed us, we understood it wouldn't last. The age
difference would hinder us. I was a little boy. I needed a father. I needed
a mother. I needed to go to school. We agreed that we wouldn't be able to
stay on our own."

"So this is why he ended up with mom ? To fetch a mother for you ?" His
whole life was being destroyed. He was starting to understand, but he was
so beaten up he couldn't care anymore. His voice came through the
cries. And mine was now calm. I knew we inched closer to a better part for
him.

"Not quite... Has Jason ever told you how he met Nancy ?" He just
nodded. "Well then that's it. He met her while going through the hoops,
while attempting to adopt me. He thought she was hot, intelligent,
likeminded, she had a son the same age as me so she was a
confirmed-as-competent mother. So he tried his best to get her. And he
did. Behind the scenes, we still were the real lovers in the house,
though. We still made love as soon as we could... but that changed over
time. On the one hand, the more he spent time with her, the more Jason was
falling in love big time for Nancy. On the other hand, Nancy was a
wonderful mom, so I couldn't really hold a grudge. I transitionned into
puberty with a lot of problems. I developed a proper libido and got more
self-aware. I understood 'sexy'. I wanted to stay candy-cute all the time
to still attract Jason, my lover. That got me into all sorts of other
things with girls, but mostly boys from school, as well as a few
adults. Soon enough, despite my best efforts to be the sexiest thing
around, Jason turned me down more often than he agreed to have intimate
time with me and I searched for comfort and validation in everyone else's
arms. Until I hit 13 years old. That's when I met Dayton. For the first
time since I was eight, I fell in love again."

"This is unbelievable."

"I know... but it's not even over yet. Dayton is... WAS black. He thought
his parents would have kill him upon learning he was gay -- in the end, the
day he made his coming out, they threw him out of home, his father running
after him down the street with a knife ! He reached our place bleeding. We
knew that he'd have to stay with us now. So, you know, it's a no-brainer
why our relationship remained secret for roughly one year. During that one
year, I turned Jason down more often than I agreed to have intimate time
with him. The roles were reversed."

"You and Dad kept on..."

"Yes. I couldn't tell him about Dayton. I didn't want him to understand
what was going on, either, because... I still loved him. I always did. Yet,
my absence led him closer to Nancy... and that is how you were
conceived. As soon as he knew about Nancy's pregnancy, he started acting up
with me. He always said we'd have to talk. I never really wanted to. I
thought he would want to break up. Even though he had morphed into my
father, he was poisoned to remain, in my heart, forever, the man who taught
me how to love, my one true, original lover. It was tough. But then Dayton
made a man of himself and finally agreed to come out of the woodworks with
our relationship. That forced me and Jason to talk. And I learnt about
you."

"Oh my God... I understand why you went away now."

"Yes. I was uncomfortable around you. Your arrival was both a tragedy for
me and a perfect event for Jason."

"You must hate me..."

"No. I turned the hate upon myself. Dayton was there for me, and
unbelievably, we stayed together until death tore us apart. He was a
wonderful lover, he kept me alive and happy. Ever since he is gone, those
last three years, I lived with only sorrow and regret, trapped in my
memories, tortured... by my secrets." I exploded in a fountain of tears
which could barely flow from my dry eyes. My whole body was shaking and
crisping with anger and pain. Ian's hand touched my forehead, stroking my
fuzzy white hair. He was crying, too. "I couldn't look at you because you
reminded me of my mistakes, because you were the proof I wasted Jason's
time. I don't hate you, Ian. But I am ready to bet you do hate me..."

"Cody... Without you, Dad wouldn't have met Nancy ! Without you, I wouldn't
even be ! As far as the... 'two of you' are concerned, he was the adult. He
should have stopped it. You can't be held responsible."

"For many years I felt miserable. I left with Dayton as soon as we could,
especially since his parents kicked him out and the house was not big
enough for us to live our intimacy: we shared our bedroom with Vince,
so... in the name of love, I had to leave. And please, don't blame Jason
for anything... I saw Jason taking care of you as a baby, then as a young
boy. I saw what a real father was. It made me mad, insane. But... it was
not your fault. He... I've been wanting to know this since forever... he
never touched you, did he ?"

"Dad ?! No, never. I can't even imagine him attempting..."

"Ah! I knew it !" I grasped his hand harder, trying to temper the pain
which built up from inside. "If I didn't trick him to touch me, what would
I have gotten ? I never believed he could be happy by ignoring his desires,
but you're the proof I was wrong. I failed him."

"It was not your fault, Cody. It was not your fault... for all I know Jason
was a happy man. Everytime he talked about you he had a large smile on his
face. On his death bed, he wanted to see you. You made him happy. I don't
care if it was wrong or not; we're alright, we're all good." He was very
agitated by now.

"On his death bed you say ?"

"Yes. We tried to reach you, but you were on a trip in Japan wih
Dayton. Your cellphone was not responding."

"I had lost it. At least I didn't miss the funeral. But it doesn't matter
anymore, now." My eyes closed and my lips trembled and twisted. I wanted to
laugh, I wanted to cry, I wanted to smile and I wanted grimace all at
once. So many problems were untied at the same time, my old, broken frame
could barely manage.

"What do you mean ?"

"Ian, with your blessing and the certitude I didn't harm Jason with my
foolishness, I feel like departing is easier. I can finally stop fighting."
Ian's hand squeezed mine hard.

"There's so much I'd like to know now... you can't leave. Not now."

"It's not like I'm gonna die in the next minute. But please understand that
an old man who can't walk anymore and whose days are full of pain might
want to leave while he, for the first time in years, can find peace in his
heart and soul." A long silence followed. He was not ready to accept that
still. Predictably, he evaded the statement by going down another alley.

"Have you ever met Dad again after you went away with Dayton ?"

"Well apart from the few family reunions we had and to which you too
attended... yes, sometimes we met. Just the two of us. To talk. He knew why
I kept away from you, and even though he disagreed, he remained respectful
of my decision. He still tried to bring me back to the family. Which is why
I attended a few reunions here and there but... after every one of these,
I'd feel like a piece of shit. Sometimes, when we met, he would also bring
your mother along with him. It was always a joy to see her, although, of
course, our discussions would be quite different in her presence. I
pretended my work as a scientist kept me far too busy. In some way it did,
but never as much as I liked to pretend." I marked a pause. "Ian... I
understand your desire to learn more. I thought about you all my life. And
everytime we met, I tried to give you something. But I never could. I
started writing a diary when I learnt you would be gracing this
earth. Something which talks about the past. About Jason. About me. About
Vince. About Nancy. I wrote my whole life down for you, Jason's flesh. I
wish I could give it to you today, but after the accident, I never thought
I'd see you again. So I got it locked up in a vault, at the bank. You are
set to inherit it when I will pass away. But, seeing how you are here..."

"... could I go and fetch it ?"

"Yes. Yes. But let's do that tomorrow. All this talk and all these emotions
got me pretty tired. What's more, it's getting late. Can you be back
tomorrow ?" His eyes lit up.

"Yes ! Of course ! I'll call Rachel to warn her, I'll take a day off at the
job and I'll sleep in a motel. I'll be back tomorrow morning, I swear."

"Hmmmm... Ian ?"

"What is it ?"

"Thank you for coming here. You are the only thing colourful in my life as
of right now. Every time I am back at the hospital, like now, I wonder if
it's gonna be my last time. I called you because I feel this is it. The
doctors are not very optimistic. I've... Ian, I've got cancer. Real
bad. Scattered across my body. My regrets were the last thing giving me the
energy to fight. I'll try my best but... I don't think I am still going to
be alive by tomorrow morning."

"No... no. NO! Cody! We just made peace -- don't you wish to know more
about me ?"

"I know almost everything about you... just because we didn't talk doesn't
mean Vince and I didn't keep up. Don't you find it strange I was able to
call you on your cellphone after all these years ? I never had your
number. Vince gave it to me."

"So... Vince knew ?"

"No, he didn't know anything. And I don't want him to know. It would just
be unnecessary torture. He just could see in my eyes that... there was a
very good reason for me to stay away. Vince was like that. He could know
how deep my wounds were just by looking at me. He thought this wound was
too bad for even him to dabble his fingers inside -- he would not be able
to fix it, he'd just stain himself. But I told him his presence made me
feel better, and it was true. So we kept contact and he never told
anyone. He's the best brother in the world, and I stayed closer to him than
to any friend I ever made. When Amanda left him for good and he took a week
off in the Bahamas, he was not alone -- I was with him for the whole
week. A lot of things happened during that week. But we were just that
intense. Whereas I met with Dad once every two years or so, I met with
Vince once a month or more."

"He's always been very caring. But I can't believe he... leaked my life
away."

"Your wife Rachel, your kids, Sally, Michael and Billy, your fight for
Billy's survival during his illness -- that anonymous check, by the way,
well that was me. I also know you work in the videogames field -- I even
played all of the games you designed before the accident. You've got a lot
of talent. I know everything about you. When I told you that you led a
great life and made your dad proud, I was not kidding. I know that for a
fact. I always wanted to know you. But I thought I was not worthy of
you. You are Jason's real flesh. I am but an impostor. I was important to
him, but for different reasons. Reasons which were taboo, hidden
and... should have been dirty, even though we never really envisioned them
as such, apart maybe at the end, during the last year we spent as a
couple."

"What was it like to be in love with Dad ?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Why would you want to know that ?"

"You keep talking about a 'couple', but I don't... I can't understand how
that would work."

"It might underwhelm you, but really, we did the same things any other
couple would do. It's even scarier now that I am sitting at the other end
of my life. He would get back from work, or I would get back from school,
and we'd tell each other how our days played out. We'd sit in front of the
TV, play some videogames... generally I'd end up laying on top of him and
he'd stroke my hair. He'd tell me how beautiful and lovely I was and I'd do
the same. Sometimes our love would grow so big that we'd passionately kiss
right there. And sometimes our kissing got so intense that it devolved into
sex, mostly oral. Then we'd eat. Some meals would be more special, more
intimate... romantic, even. But most of the time it was only the
usual. Then I'd do my homeworks and he'd assist me. Before I had homeworks,
I'd play videogames while he'd read some books. We'd go to bed and we'd
have sex. Every night. All sorts of sex. Sometimes the full course,
sometimes just messing around. We even tried a few fetishes. We'd kiss
before goodnight. Then the next day we'd do that again. Just being near
each other filled our hearts with joy and love. We were made for each
other." Ian looked crushed by the tale. He was in disbelief.

"But then, when mom dropped in your lives..."

"Well, at that point, we had to find a code. Vince hates sports, but I love
them. So Jason would pretend to bring me to some park and play ball, jog or
stuff like that. But in reality the car took us far away from home, near a
village which was 45 minutes away. There was a forest there, in which some
houses were supposed to be built, but the development project
aborted. There were roads, but no houses. We'd go as far into the forest as
the roads would allow us, and we'd have our couple routine in the car. We'd
talk, tell each other how much we missed the other, how big our love
was. Then we would take off our clothes and make love sweetly. As I grew
older, the intensity of our lovemaking also got up a few notches. And
then... Dayton happened. And our escapades 'to the park' got increasingly
rare. During that year, when we met up, we were both so sex-crazed for each
other that we'd skip straight to the lovemaking. I'd ask him to do me rough
so that my aching body would be a reminder of him."

"I..." He didn't know what to say. So did I.

"You must understand, Ian. It's still very new to me, too. I've never said
those things to anyone before. Why do you wish to learn these things if
they hurt you so bad ?"

"I don't know. I want to uncover the whole truth. It's so weird for me to
hear those things without a single tone of regret."

"Your father and I had a real love relationship, but we were no fools. We
knew it had to end. It was better for me, better for him and... better for
you, too. I had Dayton, he had Nancy and you... well, you didn't need to
learn any of that while still a kid. But I was never able to come back in
time, for the reasons I already told you. But now I've got your
forgiveness. And from what you've told me, Jason never really held a grudge
against me either. It doesn't make my behaviour any better, but it brings
me peace of mind, in a way. That's why there's no regret. That's why I'm
not bitter."

"Why did you call me here ? Why did you tell me all this ?"

"I wanted you to understand why I was not there, by your side. I wanted you
to know how much I cared about you. Also... you are Jason's gift to
mankind, Ian. Of all the people on Earth, if there was one person who had
the right to learn the truth, it was you. Think about it for a moment: you
would have went in the grave not knowing one of the most important episodes
in your father's life. You would have never learned how he saved me. I
couldn't let that happen."

"Saved you ? You mean... by picking you up the streets ?"

"He saved me from the streets, but more importantly... he saved me from
myself. I rediscovered love through him. He built me a family, he changed
his whole life for me. And then he did it again for you. Some people might
disagree with how he helped me but... it was I who went there." Ian looked
at me with compassionate eyes. I think he understood, now. "Ian... your Dad
was a great man who did things not a whole lot of other men would ever
do. I wanted you to know he's been an angel for me. If there was no sex in
this tale, I would have told everybody about it. But as it stands, there
was only one person in the whole world who really needed to know... who
really could understand. That was you." I grimaced with pain. This was
really draining me.

"Thank you, Cody." His hand caressed my face. "Thank you so much. I hope
you are still here tomorrow. I will let you rest for now."

"You are kind, Ian. And a good man. Let's see if we can talk again
tomorrow."

"Yeah. G'night Cody."

"Goodnight to you, too."

As Ian walked away, I felt inside that I would not survive the night. It
was better that way, anyway. Those things I wrote would tell him more than
the ramblings of an old man. I had problems to only maintain my dignity, to
not show how much I did physically hurt. The accident was bad. The cancer
was the last nail. Now that I dealt with my past, the coffin was ready to
be shipped.

I closed my eyes, knowing very well that I'd either never open them again,
or only open them to die. And a smile settled on my face.

Thank you, Jason, for such a wonderful life.

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FOOTNOTE : This is it. It was hard to put an end to this story, but it is
done. If there are episodes of Cody's life that you'd like to know about
and were not documented in Twisting Angels, I am considering making a
series called Cody's Chronicles. It would be "excerpts" from Cody's diary,
the one he gives to Ian will inherit. So send me suggestions, timeframes or
ideas at junkies.in.the.sky@gmail.com . I might chronicle one of Cody's
moments just for you !

Also, let me state once again that if this story awoke feelings in you that
you think you'd like to discuss with me, I'd be more than happy to read
you, so email away at the aforementioned address.