Date: Tue, 3 Nov 2015 14:05:31 -0800
From: Buddy Hunter <backwoodsbonerboy@gmail.com>
Subject: Summer Seduction - Part 3

(Note:  This is the story of sexual encounters among teenage boys.  It is
strictly fiction and fantasy.  It involves sexual practices that are
considered unsafe and is not an endorsement of these practices.  Please
comply with the laws where you live concerning such literature, and read it
only if you can do so legally.  If you are offended by this sort of
material, please find other things that will not offend you.)


Cody had been in the city for several days.  I had missed him very much,
and when he called to say he was back, I asked him to come over for the
evening.  My parents had gone out of town for the weekend leaving me
alone.  Since I was almost fifteen, they felt I could manage by myself.
The only constraint was that I could only have one friend over at any
time.  They trusted me not to get into trouble.  They might not have agreed
with my view that screwing all night with Cody in my bedroom wasn't
included in "trouble".

Mom had left lots of ready-to-eat food.  My skills extended no further than
the microwave or a simple breakfast.

When Cody arrived, something was not quite right about him.  He tried to be
his usual carefree horny self, but he wasn't succeeding.  We had something
to eat, and then went outside into the warm evening.  I walked in the
direction of the creek that ran through the property.  I often sat on the
grass by the creek when I had problems I needed to resolve.  I thought it
might be good for Cody tonight.

I thought right.  We sat there side by side for a while in silence, and
then it started to come out.  His parents were divorced, and he had no idea
where his father was.  Like he had told me, he and his mom had recently
moved in with her parents.  Now his mom had gone to shack up with a new guy
who didn't want kids around.  His mom also had a long-term well-documented
drinking problem that she wouldn't deal with.  So his grandparents had
filed for custody, which the court had given them.

"The court hearing is why I was gone all week," he said.  "The good part is
that my grandparents love me and will give me a good home.  Also, I'll
still be living here, which is becoming very important to me.  The judge
asked me what I wanted to do, and I had to make a choice between my mom and
my grandparents.  And it hurts like hell when your parents don't want you
because you're an inconvenience."

I had no idea what to say.  Instinctively, I reached out and put my arm
around his shoulders.  That was all it took.  He was in my arms sobbing his
heart out.  I leaned back onto the grass and held him close.  It had been
building up for too long, and it needed to come out.

After the storm subsided, he seemed embarrassed, and started to get up.

"You're not going anywhere," I said, holding him tightly in place.  "Do
your grandparents know where you are, and is it OK if you stay until
Sunday?"  I asked.

"Yes, and yes," he replied.  "My grandparents have lived here a long time
and they know your parents.  I told them where I was going, and they said
it was fine, so long as they know where to find me.  When we go inside,
I'll call them and tell them I'll be here for the weekend."

There was a role reversal going on.  At least for now, I was taking the
lead.

"Good.  Here's what's gonna happen," I informed him.  "We're gonna get a
couple of blankets and sleep out here by the creek tonight.  I do that a
lot when I need some peace.  Then in the morning we're gonna work on the
rest of the weekend.  Come with me and we'll get what we need."

We returned to the creek with the blankets and some survival food for the
night.  We sat on the blankets and watched the world go by until the sun
went down, talking quietly about simple things.  I identified the birds and
animals that we saw.  We looked for fish and crawdads in the creek.  The
sunset was fantastic.  Cody had been a city boy, so a lot of this was new
to him.  I had lived it most of my life.

When it got dark, we pulled off our jeans and crawled between the blankets
like we always did.

As we lay there side by side, Cody talked about his life in the city.  He
hadn't done well there.  He had been in trouble a lot, relatively small
things like shoplifting, vandalism, fighting, and truancy.  He hadn't had
any good friends.  He just didn't fit in. I could tell he was a frustrated
country boy, and I knew that he had come to the right place.

"When I said last week that you're my best friend, I meant it,"  he said.
 "I connected with you from day one.  That never happened before.  In a
way, the connection of our bodies just completed the connection of our
spirits."

I hadn't expected him to have this kind of sensitivity.  There were
apparently many facets to Cody, and I was hoping to learn them all.

He reached for his ever-present lube and rolled over between my legs.
Leaning up on his elbows, he slid his tool inside.  Then he rested on top
of me as I put my arms around him.  He slowly and gently probed in and out
from time to time, but tonight it wasn't a sexual union, it was a union of
spirits and souls.  From time to time, I could feel his silent tears
falling onto my chest.  When he fell asleep, I gently rolled him onto his
side, curled up behind him, and went to sleep too, holding him tightly
against me.

I woke up sometime after midnight to find myself rolled up in one blanket.
Cody was not with me.  I looked around, alarmed.  Then I saw him sitting
about thirty feet away in the moonlight, wrapped up in the other blanket,
listening to the creek and the night sounds, smelling the night smells,
looking at the stars, being healed by nature.

When I woke up Saturday, we were both once again between the blankets.  He
was curled up behind me with his arm over me.  I carefully extracted
myself, pulled on my jeans, and left him sleeping while I went into the
house to fix him breakfast.

The odor of bacon and eggs must have reached the creek.  He wandered into
the kitchen in his jeans, rubbing his eyes, just as everything was ready.

I put the bacon and eggs on the table along with fruit and toast, and sat
down beside him.  He looked me in the eyes.

"Thanks," was all he said, and I knew he wasn't talking about breakfast.

"No problem," was all I said, and that was all that needed to be said.

"I'm glad to see that your top button is still missing," he said with a
twinkle in his eyes.

"Strangely, the top button is missing from all of my jeans now," I replied
with a grin.  "Fortunately, I wash my own clothes, so Mom probably won't
figure out why my pants are falling off.  Like someone told me recently,
sometimes you just gotta commit yourself."

We smiled at each other.  He was going to be all right.

After cleaning up the kitchen, we spent a good part of the morning sitting
in the porch swing talking.  Nothing earth shaking, just getting to know
each other better.

After a lunch of sandwiches and cookies (thank you Mom), I suggested we
take a blanket and walk up to the clearing where we had met and just hang
out.  We stripped and lay on the blanket in the sun, just tanning and
relaxing.  We hadn't been there since the day we met, and it was nice to
laugh together as we shared the memories of that unique day.

"I'm so glad I met you that day, and that way," I said.  "You've pulled me
out of a shell that I didn't know I was in."

He smiled.  "No one is happier about that day than me," he replied.  "I
came away with a real friend, not to mention a great fuck buddy."

We fell asleep in the sun.  Fortunately, we were already tanned enough all
over that we didn't burn, but we came away a couple of shades darker.

After a dinner of meatloaf and fresh fruit (thanks again Mom), we watched
TV for a few hours, sitting on the sofa with our arms around each other.

"Where are we gonna sleep tonight," Cody asked me about midnight. "So far,
we haven't slept in the same place twice."

"We're gonna keep up that tradition," I said.  "Somewhere totally unique
where you've never been before."

"It's a little dark now to go somewhere totally unique," he replied.
 "Maybe the barn?  I always wanted to ride a country boy in the barn."

"I realized today you've never been down in the basement to my bedroom," I
said with a grin.  "That's where we're gonna sleep, in my double bed,
complete with an old-fashioned bed frame.  Somewhere soft and comfortable,
a new experience for us.  And if you don't fuck me at least every two
hours, I'm gonna be disappointed."

"Got an old sheet that you don't need any more?"  I could hear wheels
turning in his head.

I found part of a sheet in the box of rags.  He tore it into strips. I
should have had an idea of what was in his mind, but I didn't.

I turned out the lights and we went down the stairs.

I turned on the desk lamp in my bedroom.  Pretty good atmosphere, I thought.

Then something new happened.  Cody pulled me up close and kissed me.  It
wasn't a peck on the cheek, it was passionate.  This was something outside
of my experience again, but I didn't have any trouble responding.

We pulled off our jeans, and he pushed me down on the bed, stroking my hair
and looking into my eyes.

"Do you realize how special you are?" he asked me.

"Probably not, but I bet you're gonna demonstrate it to me," I replied.

Cody lubed himself and slid his tool inside.  He slowly began to fuck me,
kissing me from time to time.  This was not the kind of urgent wrestling
match we usually engaged in.  It was much more loving and gentle, and it
went on for about a half hour.  I got so completely lost in the experience,
that when I came, it was just a bigger wave in the ocean of pleasure I was
feeling, and later when he came, I hardly knew except for his heavier
breathing.

We lay there together for several minutes.  Then he turned to me with his
customary grin.

"Can we try something different?" he asked.

"Sure," I replied. "What do you have in mind?"

He produced the strips of cloth and tied my wrists to the bedposts, leaving
me with about two feet of arm movement.

"I should have known what you planned to do with those," I grinned.  "So
now that I'm captive what are you gonna do?"

"A couple of things," he replied, as he leaned over me and stroked me to
get me hard again.  "First, we're gonna finish something we started twice
now."

Without warning, he went down on my boner.  I jerked upwards and then tried
to reach for his head as I had in the past.  That's when I realized what
being tied up was going to mean.  I was finding out how much I had been
using my hands and didn't realize it.

He took his time.  He licked up and down my chest and stomach and under my
armpits, kissing me from time to time.  Then he worked his way back down
the danger trail to the main object of interest.  He licked my boner like
it was an ice cream cone, paying special attention to the very tip.  I was
moaning with pleasure and with the frustration of being tied up.  He
swallowed my boner again, and worked up and down with his lips and tongue.
It didn't take long before he was drinking my special protein milkshake.

I was sweating from the exertion of trying to move my arms.

"Now, it's my turn," he said with a grin.

Sliding up between my legs, he penetrated me and began thrusting inside.  I
was glad the constraints were soft and loose because I was pulling at them
constantly.

Being tied up gave fucking a new edge that I wasn't sure I liked.  I always
felt helpless when he had me pinned to the ground with his boner, but this
was a new level of helplessness, and it was exciting him in a way I hadn't
seen before.  His grin was almost evil as he pounded away, and when he came
it was harder and lasted longer than I had ever seen.

He untied me, and I massaged my wrists.  They weren't hurt, but the action
had made them a little stiff and sore.

"That was OK," I said with a weak smile, "but please fuck me in a more
conventional manner for the rest of the night."

He willingly complied with that request.  Several times.  Fucking was much
more comfortable in a bed than on the hard ground.  It wasn't going to be
possible if my parents were home because we made too much noise.  With a
smile, I envisioned us checking into a motel.  No, we would have to find
some other resource.

By the time the sun came up, he had given me so much pleasure I might have
let him tie me up again since he seemed to like it so much.  But he had
other ideas for the closing ceremonies.

"Stand up here with me for a minute," he said, analyzing the height of the
bed.

"I think we need one pillow," he added, putting a pillow on the edge of the
bed.

He grabbed me playfully by the neck and pushed me face down on the bed with
my hips raised slightly by the pillow.

"Perfect!" he announced.

Holding me down with one hand, he slid his rod all the way in.  I gasped.
He had penetrated to a new depth.

With his hands on my shoulders, he thrust in and out without mercy.  It
wasn't long before I made a big wet spot on the pillow.  Then he was
leaning over me, licking my ear and biting my neck, and continuing with the
pounding.  He was being more aggressive than I had ever experienced with
him, but I didn't mind at all.  I wondered if he was working out some of
his frustration and anger.  I was loving every minute of it as he explored
parts of me that he hadn't gotten to before.  Then he was driving in even
deeper, and I could feel the spasms of his boner as he repeatedly unloaded
inside me.

"That was so fucking hot!" he exclaimed. Then he realized that I might not
agree.  "You OK? " he asked, genuinely concerned.

I was laughing as he helped me up.

"It was the best," I smiled.  "You haven't come up with a bad idea yet,
really, although the bondage was pushing my limits.  The bed is not only
more comfortable, it's much more versatile."

He beamed with pleasure at the compliment.

"I'll see what else I can come up with, "he said, "but I'm running out of
ideas."

First on the agenda in the morning was a shared shower followed by putting
the sheets and pillowcases in the washer and then the dryer.  After a
breakfast of pancakes and sausage, we did a thorough cleanup, made my bed,
and Cody left for home with a smile on his face.

As he left, he stopped at the door and gently kissed me again.

"Don't you dare replace that top button," he said, groping inside my jeans.
"I won't be able to reach inside if you do."

I watched him walk down the road until he was out of sight.  He was
becoming much more than a friend, and I knew it.

I went down to the creek to reflect on the last two days.  It had been
emotionally exhausting, and I was very tired.  But I was happy too.

I heard my parents drive in about mid-morning, but I stayed where I was.  I
needed some alone time.

Mom knew where she could find me.  About a half hour later, she came down
to the creek and sat down beside me.

"I just got a call from Cody's grandmother," she said.  "She filled me in
on everything that has been happening to him.  She said that he came over
here Friday night in such a terrible state of mind that she was concerned
he might harm himself.  She also said that he arrived home this morning
completely at peace with himself and the world.  Cody told her the weekend
with you was just what he needed.  I don't know what went on here this
weekend or how you worked that miracle, but you did a good job.  I'm proud
of you, Buddy.  You're a good friend to Cody."

I smiled at her.  "Thanks for all the good food you left," I responded.
 "It was an important part of the weekend."

Then I added, "Cody is a good friend to me too."

"I know," she replied.  Smiling back and and giving my Mohawk a playful
rub, she went back into the house.