Date: Sun, 30 Apr 2006 22:28:42 -0400
From: Joe Nugent <maddog@i-is.com>
Subject: Cody My Son ?

I guess it is best to start at the beginning.  I am a gay single male 58
years old and in the closet; I live in a small city in Michigan.  No one
knows that I am gay and that is fact has been fine all of my life.  Oh I
have fooled around as all young guys do with friends but never went any
farther.  After I reached 21 I would go to the Motor City to seek one night
stands and a quick release.  I enjoyed the double life sort of thought it
was cool.

	As years passed and AIDS appeared my trips to the city became fewer
and farther apart.  Hell I even used discrete escorts to get off.  As my
status in life improved so did the escorts. I used only the best of the
local lot.  I went to California many times on business and pleasure and
availed myself of several gay porn stars.  Even made friends with a few,
they are still some of my best buds.

	One of the last of the stars was a young man I had lusted after for
years but just could not find him, well I told a couple of the others and a
couple days later was supplied with a phone number for him.  He was living
in Denver.  So I called and asked for him, this man called Steve, and
explained I was interested in meeting with Cody Foster, he states he is
Cody but his real name is Steve.  So I explain I would like to meet him and
he explains he does not like to fly but would I am willing to book a train
for him from Denver to Detroit and I do.  The appointed time comes and
Cody/Steve walks off the train.  All of my dreams could not have come close
to what I felt as I hugged my at the train station.  We get into the car
and start the drive home, and just minutes have passed and his head is in
my lap and he is sound asleep.  I let him sleep and just caress his face
and hair till we get to my house.

	Once home he says he need a shower bad and some clothes to wear as
he had lost all his at a train connection.  His build is near perfect and I
am not so I have him strip and put all he has in the washer and let him
take a long hot shower.  While I fix him something to eat as he is starved.
Half an hour later as he is sitting at my table in my robe hair a messed up
and chewing down, he states that no one has ever been nicer to him in his
life.
 He states that most clients want sex the first minute he is in the door
and no one has ever shown his so much kindness.  I clear his plate away and
get him a large piece of home-made apple pie that I had in the oven warming
while he ate, topped it with some Ice cream and sit it in front of him and
he just grinned ear to ear, almost shouts, Man this is my favorite desert
in the whole, well after his third helping he was full and I had learned
most of his personal history most of which was really quite sad.  He never
had had a real childhood or a real family or a home of his own.  By this
time my heart had gone out to him, and I just hugged him and said well you
could always call this your house.

	He just smiled that great smile of his and gave me a little quick
kiss on the lips.  We moved to the living room and in the double recliner
sat / laid and watched some movie on the TV. I suggested we retire to the
bedroom as tomorrow was a busy day, as I had planned several things for us
to do skiing, jet boating, and a nice long boat ride out into the lake.  We
stripped and lay down and he was right next to me hugging me and kissing me
and caressing me.  He asked if we minded if we just sort of held each other
and explored each other but no real sex tonight.  I kissed him and said not
at all.

	When I woke up the next morning his head was on my shoulder and his
right arm and leg over the top of me he was snuggled up tight and I could
feel his hard penis against my hip.  He turned his head to me and said Good
morning and kissed me than asked if it was all right for him to try to give
me pleasure.  I stated he already had, he smiled and said I had also given
him more pleasure in one day then he had in years.  As he started to work
my body I could see why I had always lusted after him.  He was an expert in
turning on the male body.  After I had come down form my high, I started to
lick and kiss him from head to toes and got him so hot his balls went right
into his body.  So I kissed and sucked them back out and got him close to
release several times before he was begging for me to enter him and make
real love to him.  We were both so hot that neither of us lasted long.  We
again lay next to each other and drifted back off to sleep.  Again when I
woke he was next to me and hard again, again his arm and leg over me and
head on my chest blowing and licking my nipple.  Several kisses and hugs
later we got up and went out for the planned day.

	When we got back we sat in the double recliner again and I asked if
he enjoyed the day, he said yes and hugged me with his head on my chest, he
strayed that way quite a long time till I felt dampness on my chest and
raised his head up and he was crying.  I held his head kissed the tears
away and asked what was wrong, he said he was the happiest he had even been
in his entire life.  I again told him he could call his place his home.  He
jerked his head back and said last night you said house.  I said well now I
mean you can call this home any time you want.  And we hugged some more,
made plans for him to move.  He now calls my Uncle and to the world he is
my long lost nephew, we love each other and he says he lusts after me as
much as I still lust after him, but he loves me for lots more than my body
but hopes the sex part never fades or gets in the way with his love for me.

But he says he wants to tell me a really big secret and it will knock my
socks off.

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