Date: Sun, 19 Sep 2010 12:21:10 -0700 (PDT) From: John Jones <johnthomassandiego@yahoo.com> Subject: Cody Enters My Life, Part 11 Cody Enters My life By John johnthomassandiego@yahoo.com This series of completely fictional work could be categorized in either the Gay Male Authoritarian section, or the Adult Youth Section of the Nifty Archives. You must be of legal age where you reside in order to view this. If you are offended by material pertaining to the humiliation, spanking, punishment, or sexual abuse of adult males, do not read this. If you are offended by material pertaining to sexual relationships between an adult male and a teen boy, then do not read it either. It was dark and time to go back to the Lodge for dinner. I felt great about Cody's desire to stay and have me be his dad, but also there was a tight sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. At not quite 27, was I ready? We got back and went into the kitchen, where a meal had been prepared for us. Per my instructions, it was packed with iron, protein, fresh vegetables and fruit, and was well balanced. Cody was hungry after the walk, and inhaled the dinner. I brought him seconds on the meat and he gulped that down too. Then we went into the den and started a fire and sat in front of it. I pulled out one of my outdoor magazines and started leafing through it with him. "Cody, see this picture? That's a 4 point buck. That's a male deer with 4 pointed parts on his antlers" I said. Hey looked at it intently and said "wow I'd like to hunt like that"! "Don't worry Cody, you can do that when you are better and able to hike longer" I said, then leafing ahead to an article about getting ready for ice fishing. He looked at the ice shanty and said "what's that"? "Cody, that's sort of like a hut that sits on the ice. You drill a hole in the ice and sit in the hut and fish. I have one with heat in it. Some people make them fancy with TVs and stuff like that, but I prefer my plain one" I said. "Will you take me ice fishing" he asked. "Sure, but the ice won't likely be thick enough before the new year" I said. Leafing ahead to the advertisements, which occupy ¼ of the magazine, I started showing him the different guns and what they were used for. I showed him a 10 gauge shotgun, 12 gauge shotgun, 22 caliber handgun and rifle; deer rifles; and various hunting knives. Like most teen boys, he was pretty excited about the guns and knives. Then I showed him another magazine which specialized in bow hunting, and he was equally excited about that. "Hey Cody, do me a favor and read that article to me out loud" I said. He was able to read it, but stumbled over some of the unfamiliar words. "Cody, that was pretty good. I want us to keep practicing together and you'll be a great reader soon" I said. He was encouraged by this and read two more articles to me, obviously interested in the hunting and fishing topics. I praised him for doing such a great job and then said "Hey, let's go upstairs and get you ready to sleep". I followed Cody up to the room and told him to get ready for bed. He was able to get his jeans off one handed, but needed help with the shirt. Cody then said "What's it like to get a massage"? "Well its great Cody if you have sore muscles or feel tense or just need to relax. You just lay there and someone gently rubs each of your muscles individually until you relax" I explained. "Can you give me one dad"? he asked. I sort of melted when he called me dad and told him sure, and told him that we didn't have a massage table in the room but we can use the shower table. Why don't you get undressed, climb up there and lie on your stomach? "OK" he said and disappeared into the bathroom suite. I rummaged through the drawers until I found some coconut oil lotion and went in to join him. I warmed up the lotion in my hands, and started on his neck and shoulders. He was amazingly tense, so I started really slowly with light touch working the length of each muscle, then interspersed kneading and circular motions. I could feel his neck and shoulders start to relax and he sighed as if he was in heaven and said "wow, that feels so good". I didn't respond as I wanted him to relax and worked my way as far down the right arm as I could with the cast, then kneaded my way back up to his shoulders and neck. From there I worked my way down the left arm and then returned to the shoulders and back. Cody was sighing and visibly relaxing. I then began to massage the muscles on either side of the spine, with long gliding motions from the tailbone to the neck on the way up, then using my palms down his sides and back again. I detected two knots in those muscles, and made a note to hit them as I worked down from the neck. "How's that feeling Cody" I asked. He sort of whispered in a blissful voice "fantastic John, wow". I then systematically worked each muscle of the upper back, working each knot on the way down to above his buttocks. Then I began at his feet, massaging my way up his legs and thighs until each muscle felt like rubber. I then said "Cody, usually when men get a massage, it includes the muscles of the butt. Those sort of connect to the back muscles and all work together. However, I feel funny about massaging you there after the things that happened to you. I don't want you to be uncomfortable". Cody turned halfway over and looked at me and said "I totally trust you. Please give me the whole massage". He lay back down and I worked all of the muscles of the buttocks, including the deep muscles that rotate the hip and are often a source of pain and muscular imbalance. I then set my hand on the middle of his back and gently said "Cody, if you want you can roll over so I can do the front of your body, or you can just lay there for a while". Cody then sighed and turned over on his back. This was awkward as he was quite erect. I just grabbed a hand towel and covered him and said "we can protect your modesty with that", then I moved to the head of the table and massaged the neck from underneath, applying traction to stretch it, then giving a face and scalp massage. I can't explain what I felt as I massaged Cody's face. He was so relaxed and angelic looking, breath rhythmically and almost asleep, a smile on his face. It was the first time I had seen him without a sign of tension or worry on his face. He was a beautiful blond haired boy, not yet showing any facial hair, still having the lacerations that I sewed for him, but already showing a strong masculine chin and model, if boy model, looks. I then approached his upper arms and chest from the front, massaging them thoroughly. There wasn't a lot of muscle there on this underweight boy, but I could still locate each muscle group. I massaged the pecs, which of course were not built up, but he had some shape to his chest suggesting he could build muscle were he fed and exercised. "Cody, do you want me to try massaging your stomach or would you be ticklish" I asked. "Give it a try please" he said, and I placed my hands firmly on his stomach, careful not to tickle him and used circular motions like those used in Hawain Massage. I noticed that his belly button was an "outie", something I always wanted as a kid. He was very thin but as a result the stomach muscles were obvious, almost like a junior version of what a guy who works out can get. I then skipped over the towel, still covering an apparent erection, and massaged him starting at the feet and working up to the upper thighs. I then returned to the head of the table and gently massaged his scalp as I spoke with him. "Cody, that's the massage, I can work on any muscles that are still sore, or leave you her to wake up and put your boxers back on" I said. "God, its fine I feel so relaxed. Thanks" he said. I said "hey Cody, I'm going to be on the computer. Take your time, I will shut the bathroom door" and I went over to my computer and checked e mail. One was from the Sarge: the items for Cody's birthday would be purchased tomorrow and a birthday dinner would be cooked from fresh game the night of his birthday. They would hunt deer and turkey that morning. Also, the groundwork was complete for becoming Cody's guardian. Everything Cody had told us checked out. There were no living relatives; no social work involvement; no legal problems at all. This was good news as it meant that really there would be no problem with my getting guardianship. A second was from Mike the "masseur". He just cryptically said "I hope you enjoyed your massage. We will be doing it again soon". Instantly my dick was hard as I read it, wondering what he had in mind next for me. I then read the news on line for a bit. After about 10 minutes a very sleepy eyed Cody came out, yawning and stretching, and ready for bed. I tucked him in, gave him a hug, then returned to my reading of the news while he fell asleep, which happened quite quickly. Once I was sure he was asleep, I spent an hour or so looking at gay bdsm sites. I found one that sole equipment called "the stockroom" and was totally turned on by that.