Date: Sat, 6 Nov 2010 06:52:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Jones <johnthomassandiego@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cody Enters My Life 26

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.


The alarm went off at 0400 and breakfast was served at 0415.  We dressed
hurriedly, and I had our driver take us down to the docks. I had chartered
a fast fishing catamaran with a local captain and deck hand for the day to
take Cody on his first Ocean Fishing trip.  It was not Salmon season, so we
would just be bottom fishing.  Even at our speed, it was going to be a 2
hour run to our destination, the Farralon Islands off San Francisco, home
to a variety of Marine Life, and especially home to great white Sharks.
However, we would not be fishing for sharks, rather for something more
edible.

We were greeted by our captain: a surly wrinkled overweight man who
appeared to be in his 70s and smelled like fish.  On board was a tall
skinny kid who introduced himself as Tyler, our deckhand. Cody beamed when
he met Tyler, and this reminded me that Cody really needed more time with
other teen guys.

Once we got out of the bay, the Captain gruffly called Tyler and said "go
down to the galley and cook breakfast for all of us, NOW".  Tyler rushed
down to the galley, presumably to cook for us.

Cody asked me "hey dad, can I go down below too"?  I responded that he was
of course welcome to do so.

Fifteen minutes later, Cody and Tyler emerged with fried egg and bacon
sandwiches, coffee, and coke for Cody.  As they approached, I could hear
that Cody was chattering away at, what appeared to be, his new found
friend.

At that point, I made a study of Tyler.  He was about 5-11, quite thin, and
seemed a little awkward.  He was one of those tall young men who perhaps
did not know what to do with his height, and would kind of slump and fold
his arms and his legs in as though he wanted to minimize his size and not
be seen. Eye contact wasn't real good, and it was clear that he was afraid
of the Captain.  Tyler had a quiet, perhaps subtly feminine, or just not
confident, voice: not quite a lisp, but a vague hint of one.  I guessed
that Tyler was 16 or 17 based on the fact that he had not shaved that
morning and looked like he needed to do so, at least on his upper lip.  A
mop of unkempt brown hair stuck out from under his hat.

"Tyler, damn it, stop chattering and go get the Gear ready" the captain
bellowed, cutting off Tyler who was quietly telling Cody about our
destination. Cody looked at the Captain, a hint of anger in his eyes, and
then looked at me.  With my eyes, I told Cody to leave it alone, and we all
started eating.

Afterward, Cody asked if he could go into the stern and learn about the
equipment we would be using.  I told him that of course he could do that,
and that I expected Tyler could teach him about it.

About 1 hour later I saw the outline of the islands we were approaching,
then 30 minutes later we slowed down and the captain began studying his
fish finder.  I went into the stern and got ready to fish, listening a bit
to the conversation of Cody and Tyler.

Cody said "Wow, I never been fishing before, it must be really cool to do
it all the time".

Tyler responded "Well it's OK, but pretty much it's a job for me.  I mean I
don't really get to fish, I just help other people fish".

Cody then asked "is the Captain always mean to you"?

Tyler looked quite nervous, and looked up to see who was there. I made eye
contact and nodded, making it clear that whatever he had to say was OK with
me.

Tyler then said "yeah, he's pretty rough but it's one of the jobs I got to
have".

Cody then responded "How come you have to have more than one job"?

Tyler looked like he didn't know whether to answer or not, and I spoke up:
"Tyler, it's ok speak freely" I said.

Tyler then said that he was having to live on his own, and needed the money
to eat.

At that point the Captain yelled down "Fish below, drop down".

Tyler dropped Cody's bait down expertly, cranked it up a few times turns
from the bottom, and then before he could even give it to Cody a fish
obviously took the bait. Tyler set the hook, and then handed the rod off to
Cody.

Cody had little idea of how to hold the rod, or that he needed to lift the
rod, then crank down and bring the tip of the rod close to the surface,
then repeat.  Tyler however expertly talked him through it, and after about
15 minutes, Cody had a nice Red Rockfish of about 5 lbs weight.  Tyler
swiftly unhooked it and tossed it into the ice chest, praising Cody as he
did so: "dude, you did a great job on that, can't believe you have never
fished before". This led to a broad grin from Cody, who seemed to love
being praised by a peer.

We had drifted off that spot, so the Captain spent about 10 minutes finding
another, and then told Tyler to drop down.

Almost instantly, Cody had another fish on, this one obviously larger.  It
took him about 30 minutes to get this one in, and it was a beautiful Ling
Cod of about 15 lbs in weight.  Tyler gave Cody advice and encouragement
while the fish was being fought, then gaffed it for him.

Tyler then said "wow, I never seen anyone do it that well their first time"
as he clapped Cody on the back.

Cody beamed, turned a little red and said "thanks".

Tyler rebaited and helped Cody to drop own and hook another Ling Cod of
even greater size. After boating it I said to Cody: "Son, we don't catch
what we can't eat.  We already have enough fish for us and the guys doing
security, so I think we'll just cruise around and see if we can figure out
how to find a shark for you to see".

Cody replied excitedly "A shark dad... wow that would be so cool".

I went up to the pilot house, leaving Cody and Tyler to chat. I explained
to the Captain that we weren't interested in slaying large numbers of fish
that we could not eat, but that it would be great if we could try to find a
shark for Cody.

The captain understood, and took the boat in to about 40 feet of water and
rigged the lines to catch mackeral.  It didn't take long to find a school
of them, and we were catching them 4 at a time.  We boated about 100 of
them, then headed back outside to a deep trench that approached quite close
to shore.

"Boy, start cutting those mackerel and chumming, the customers want to see
a shark" bellowed the Captain at Tyler.

"Yes Sir" he said, and began chumming for shark.  Cody looked at me again,
clearly angry at how the Captain was treating Tyler, and I subtly shook my
head `no' to indicate that I did not want him to create a scene.

Soon we had a flock of seagulls diving around us, and had raised various
types of fish to the surface.

It took about an hour, but then we saw what we were looking for: a
relatively small great white (6 feet), coming up the chum line.  Tyler
started to throw in whole mackerel, and the shark headed in toward the
stern.

The shark worked his way up the chum line, and started devouring the
mackerel.  Tyler then threw in all of the rest of the bait, resulting in
the great white going into a feeding frenzy about 15 feet in back of the
boat.

Cody clapped with excitement "Dad... that's so neat... look at that thing
eat... Man I'd hate to fall in... look at those teeth" he said.

Cody was laughing and excited; Tyler was throwing in bait and also smiling,
clearly appreciating Cody's joy at seeing this for the first time.

Once the bait was gone, the shark swam off and I asked the Captain to give
us a tour around the Islands.

As the tour started, the Captain again bellowed at Tyler "Kid, get your ass
down and fry up some fish. I don't know what you think you are doing today
but you are acting like a guest not crew".

Tyler looked afraid and scurried back to the galley as Mike and I went into
the pilot house for our tour.

About 30 minutes later, our fish and chips arrived, along with two cokes.

The Captain, apparently displeased at how long it had taken said to Tyler
"What the fuck. Why did it take so long"?

Tyler averted his gaze and mumbled that it took a while to clean the fish
and peel the potatoes.

I sort of rescued Tyler by asking an inane question about a bird I saw, and
Tyler scurried to the cockpit and began cleaning up.

After an hour or so, the tour was over, and I indicated that we would be
happy to head back to shore.  The Captain plotted his course, and Cody and
I went down to the cockpit to just sit and enjoy the fresh air.

Tyler was scrubbing away, working hard, and appeared a bit uncomfortable.
I said in a low voice "Tyler, will you get in trouble if we talk with you"?

Tyler nodded his head yes.

I then took out my card and wrote my number down and said "Tyler, Cody and
I would like to take you to dinner tonight.  Call this number when we get
to shore and you are out of sight of the Captain.

Tyler stuffed the card in his pocket and nodded, then went on about
cleaning up the rest of the boat.

When we got to shore, we were presented with the remainder of our catch: in
filet form and vacuum packed, on ice sealed in a bag. I tipped the Captain
quite well for a day trip: $200 in twenty dollar bills.  In part I did this
to see what he would share with his deckhand.

As we stepped off the boat, I saw the Captain throw 20 bucks at Tyler.

"Cheap bastard" I thought to myself, knowing that such a low percentage of
the tip was not expected or appropriate.

Cody and I called for our car, and went back to the hotel.  We handed the
fish off to our driver to share with the security detail, and then hit the
shower to wash the fish smell off.

Just as we got out of the shower together, the phone rang.  I had Cody
answer it, but on speaker phone.

"Uh... Hi... um... This is Tyler... Um you said to call" the boy on the
phone stammered.

Cody immediately responded and said "Tyler, cool, thanks for calling"!

Tyler then continued and said "Um... I don't think I can do
dinner... sorry... it's not you...".

I then stepped in and said "Tyler, how come dinner won't work for you"?

Tyler then beat around the bush a bit: "Ah... well it's like this... It's
not like I don't want to... but like I can't stay out late... And I don't
have any clean clothes".

I then responded again: "Tyler, we can order food in, but how come you
can't stay out"?

Tyler then responded, again in a pretty circumstantial way: "Well... it's
like this... damn... this is embarrassing... they lock the doors and I
won't have anywhere to sleep if I'm not there for dinner".

Cody then jumped in "Where dude, I mean why don't you have a place to sleep
if you eat dinner with us"?

Tyler then responded... "Well, like I don't have a place to live.  I'm at
the Shelter and that's how it works".

Cody started to respond, but I held my finger to my lips to indicate that
he should be quiet.  I then said "Tyler, it's OK, we have a huge suite
here, you can spend the night here and I guarantee it's a better place to
sleep than the shelter.  Just tell me where you are, and I will send a car
to pick you up".

Tyler then gave the address, and I phoned our drive and told him to go pick
the kid up, be polite, and don't ask questions.

Thirty minutes later, Tyler arrived at our door.  He was carrying a small
backpack, and clearly had not showered.

Cody greeted him warmly, as did I, and I then said "Hey Tyler, you look
like you could use to get cleaned up.  I'm going to get you a razor and
shaving cream. Why don't you go into the bathroom, strip down, and hit the
shower"?

"Gee thanks" he said, and headed to the bathroom.

I let Tyler get into the shower, and then began to drew a hot bath in the
giant soaking tub of our suite. Through the glass shower doors, I could see
Tyler scrubbing himself and trying to get clean.

I then picked up his clothes, and examined them. They were filthy, possibly
loaded with lice.  I took the clothes and then opened up his backpack.  The
clothing inside was equally filthy, and there were no personal effects
beyond the clothing in the backpack.

Stuffing the clothes in the backpack, I set it outside our door and called
to have laundry pick them up and wash them.  I also found and called a
pharmacy, to order shampoo and lotion which would treat lice, as I was
quite concerned that Tyler might have them.

Returning to the bathroom with Cody, we saw Tyler turn off the water.  He
stood in the shower and did not come out.  I concluded that he was probably
shy, and handed a towel over the top of the shower door and told him to dry
off.

Then when Tyler came out, with the towel around his thin waist, I suggested
that he shave, then take a soak in the tub.

As Tyler shaved, I called Cody out and gave him some money.  I sent him to
the drug store where I had phoned in the prescriptions, explaining what
they were for.

Thirty minutes later, Cody returned with the lotion and shampoo.

I took both in to Tyler and said "son, I want you to use this shampoo,
leave it in for 3 minutes, then rinse it out".

Tyler said "OK, what is it"?

As he shampooed, I explained what it was and why we were using it.  Tyler
just nodded, not visibly surprised that I was concerned about lice.

Once the shampoo was out I asked him to step out and dry off. Tyler
hesitated and looked embarrassed.

"Tyler, I'm a doctor, and have seen thousands of naked guys. You don't have
anything the others don't have, so just dry off, OK"?

Tyler got out of the tub and I handed him a towel.  As he did so, I noticed
that he had an abundant, really excessive amount of pubic hair, treasure
trail leading down from his belly button, and a scant amount of chest hair.
This confirmed my initial impression that Tyler was older than Cody.
Nestled into the pubic hair was a circumcised penis of average size: likely
not more than 6 inches when erect.

Once Tyler dried off, I had him apply the lotion to his body, and I applied
it to the parts of his back that he could not reach.  That done, I handed
him a robe and invited him out to the main room of our suite.

Cody was waiting for us, and immediately smiled and told Tyler that he was
really glad to have him here.  Tyler smiled, and thanked both of us for
having him over.

Reaching for the room service menu, I told the boys to pick out everything
and anything they wanted.  Cody and Tyler discussed the menu, and
ultimately ordered enough food for 5 adults, as one might expect from two
hungry teen boys.

While waiting for the food, I asked Tyler to tell us his story.  Cody and I
had to ask a lot of questions, but ultimately we figured out what was going
on.

Tyler was a few months past his 16th birthday.  His mom and dad died in a
car crash when he was 13, and he moved in with his only relative: an uncle
in San Francisco who had late stage HIV.

Tyler lived with and ultimately cared for his Uncle in the last 6 months of
his life.  When the Uncle died, Tyler had no place to live and wound up in
a shelter.  He had already dropped out of school to care for his uncle, but
now needed to work to meet his basic needs.

As the story was being completed, room service arrived.  The three of us
ate heartily, and devoured all of the food including dessert.

After dinner, I excused myself to go to my bedroom and read and suggested
that the boys just hang out and talk for a while.  When 11 pm rolled
around, I came out and they were still excitedly talking.

"Cody, time for you to go to sleep. You can sleep in here tonight and Tyler
can have your bed" I said.

"Gee Dad, do I have to go to bed, I'm not tired" Cody replied.

"Yes Son, you have to go to bed. Now say goodnight to Tyler and come to
bed" I replied.

Cody then looked at Tyler and earnestly said "I had so much fun
tonight... I hope you did too. Goodnight".

Tyler responded that, yes, he had a good time too, and headed off to the
King Sized bed.  I could see he was really tired, and knew he would sleep
well if his recent months had been spent on a Shelter cot.

Cody came in with me, and we sat and talked for a time.  After a half hour,
I turned off the light and told him to go to sleep. Holding my son, we both
drifted off to sleep quickly.