Date: Fri, 30 May 2008 11:01:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Story Teller <story.teller99@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Boy Cody (Chapter 3)

For the record, this all came out of my head. If the exploration of budding
sexuality is offensive to you please do not read on.  Please do not use
this work as an excuse for illegal activities.  I hope that you enjoy it
and will look forward to the development of the story and the introduction
of new characters I have in mind.  I welcome questions and comments and
appreciate all those who have written about this and other stories I have
submitted here.  Story.Teller99@yahoo.com

My Boy Cody
Chapter Three: Dad's Best Friend

"Damn, Tony, don't you ever feed this boy?"  My buddy Chet is from
Tennessee, so that particular exclamation really came out as "Day-um,
Ton-ay, doanchewevah feed dis boh-ah?"  His inflection and obvious pleasure
combined with his drawl made me smile.

Chet sat on the floor in my living room.  He was naked, his long legs
spread wide in front of him, the thick blond hairs on them catching the
light.  He was leaning against the couch with a few pillows behind his back
and his arms spread wide across the seat, stretching his broad chest
muscles out flat.  His barely-regulation white-blond hair was spiked up
stiff and glimmering with whatever he used to keep it that way.  Chet is
one of those blonds who tans so well you'd think he was Mexican except for
his hair and brilliant green eyes.  His arms, legs and crotch share the
same covering of soft hair, but he is otherwise smooth and brown "as a
berry" like my gramma would have said.

My son was hunkered down between Chet's outstretched legs, slurping on
Chet's hard column of cock.  Chet's dick isn't as big as mine, only about
eight inches or so, but it's thick and he leaks pre-cum like a faucet,
something my boy loves.  Cody had his knees pulled up to his chest so his
knee caps were tapping his pierced tits with every downward stroke he made
on Chet's wang, something I know he loves.  His position also pulled Cody's
sweet pussy open, his tight hole begging to be fucked.

"You haven't seen anything yet, my friend," I replied.  "That boy won't
stop till you nut three times at least.  Then he'll beg you to fuck him
some more."  I stepped over Cody and bent down to tousle his thick black
hair on my way to the kitchen for beers.  "Can't get enough cum now, can
you baby?" I asked him.

His only response was to moan around Chet's throbbing boner.

"Yer a lucky man, Tony," Chet groaned, his head lolling back on the couch.
My name came out "Ton-ay", as usual.

I returned with the beers as Chet pulled Cody's sucking mouth off his
prong.  Cody looked hurt, his thick red lips pouting out as Chet ran his
right thumb across them.  The boy was right, the stainless steel ring in
his thick left eyebrow really accentuated his sexy aquiline features.  His
violet eyes were gleaming as Chet smiled at my boy, a smile he couldn't
help but return.

"Ya wanna ride, little man?" Chet asked him, his bright green eyes dancing
with anticipation.  Cody's grin nearly split his head in half and he looked
over at me standing in the doorway, a beer in each hand.

"Can I, dad?  Please?" he asked, his eyes imploring me.  How could I say
"no" when he asked so nicely?

"'Course, Sport."

Cody bounded across the room and planted a big, wet kiss on my mouth.
"You're the best, dad!" he cried as he shot back over to Chet, his smooth,
pale skin a sharp contrast to my buddy's deep tan.  "My dad is so cool!" he
gushed, sliding his hand up and down the length of Chet's throbbing boner.

"Yeah he is, buddy-boy," Chet rejoined. Chet grinned at me over Cody's
shoulder and winked.  "Then again, I've known that for a long time."
("Ah've known they-at for a long tahm.")

"Beer before or after, Chet?" I asked as Chet pushed my boy's head back
down to his obviously aching member.  He held out his hand.

"B'fore," he said to me, "Suck it some more, buddy-boy, get it good and
wet.  I might be shorter than your old man but my dick's fatter," he said
to Cody.

I handed Chet his bottle of Coors and stepped over my son again.  He was
busily nursing on Chet's cock as I took a seat in my recliner and kicked
out the foot rest to watch the football game.  I was distracted from the
game by Chet's moans and Cody's slurping, but it was a distraction I
certainly didn't mind.  Chet sipped his beer and watched the game some as
Cody licked his balls and tried in vain to get his fat cock in his throat.

Soon Chet set his beer aside.  He cupped Cody's chin in his right hand and
said "Alright champ, I want some pussy now."

Cody crawled forward and straddled Chet's thick thighs, the spear-shaped
head of Chet's cut cock poking at his sweet little rosebud.  I hadn't
fucked Cody yet today, I wanted his hole at its silky tightest for my buddy
when he came over for the game.  It had been a long weekend and I had
fucked Cody about 30 times since he got home from school Friday.  He was
willing to wait though, my boy the cumslut - especially when I told him
that Chet was coming over.

Chet leaned forward and rasped his tongue across Cody's pierced left tit,
his fingers digging into the tattoo, my mark, that curled onto his right
hip..  Cody groaned deep in his throat and arched his back, his boyhole
lined up perfectly with Chet's streaming cock head.  Chet slipped his
muscular arms under Cody's pits and grasped both his shoulders in his big
brown hands and pulled my boy steadily down onto his cock, impaling him
fully on the shaft.  I watched in awe as my little man's rosebud stretched
open around the base of my bud's naked cock invading his sweet hole.  I
realized suddenly that Chet's shaft was as big around as the beer bottle
sitting forgotten on the floor beside him.

They made very little noise, my best friend and my son, as they fucked.
Chet pulled the boy tight against his chest and Cody folded himself into
the man, whimpering as Chet began to rotate his hips, sliding his fat meat
back and forth in the silken folds of that perfect cunt I love so well.  I
saw Chet start to kiss and nip at Cody's long, pale neck, causing the boy
to throw his head back, his long black hair flying.  Cody started really
riding the cock then, reaming himself hard, his thigh muscles working
overtime to bring as much pleasure as he could to the man in his hole.

My cock was rock hard in my shorts as I watched.  The only thing I
regretted was that I couldn't see Chet's balls from my seat, he has big,
pendulous balls covered in a dusting white blond hairs.  As if he heard me
thinking about them, Chet leaned forward, toppling Cody onto his back and
pulling his legs out from under the boy.  He deftly folded my son in half
and planted his feet spread wide on the floor so that Cody's ass was in the
air, the weight of his own body and the man fucking him supported on his
shoulders.  He gasped as the new position allowed Chet to get in deeper and
I was treated to the sight of Chet's fat hog slicing open Cody's pussy, the
lips pulled out and pushed in with each deep-dicking stroke and Chet's big,
beautiful balls, bloated with thick jizz slapping against the smooth white
flesh of my boy's spread open ass.

I sipped my beer as I watched, hearing Cody grunt on each down-stroke,
seeing Chet's tight, tanned ass flex with the strength of his thrusts.  As
he neared his orgasm Chet started talking.  His Tennessee mountain accent
deepening with his unleashed lust.

"You want my babies in you, boy?  You want my Marine Corps spooge?  I'm
a'gonna shoot it so deep in your hot little pussy you'll taste it, baby!
Gonna pump a gallon of man-juice in you, make you my bitch."  Cody moaned.
I knew he was turning into a total cumslut, I knew he wanted to a used, but
this was the first time it had been said like that, the first time he got
to hear a man claim his pussy.  "You like that, huh, cum-dump?  You like
knowing you'll have me in you for the rest of your life, always and forever
deep in you, part of your soul.  My jizz is gonna fill you up, slut and you
want every fuckin drop, doncha?"

"Oh got, oh please, please breed my pussy!" Cody moaned, his head thrashing
back and forth.  Chet's nuts were climbing in his sack and I knew he'd be
filling my boy soon.  "God! Please, gimme your load!"

"You got it, cunt!" Chet exclaimed and then rammed his cock in to the balls
in a furious lunge that forced a cry out of Cody.  An animal growl of
release erupted from Chet's clenched throat as all his muscles tightened up
and he forced Cody into a tighter ball, his face millimeters from the
boy's, both red and beaded with sweat, Cody's bright violet eyes wide with
the combination of pain and ecstasy he was feeling, Chet's eyes clenched
shut tight, the cords on his neck standing out like bas relief.  I watched
the knob of Chet's prostate throb at the base of his balls as he dumped a
huge load into the boy, his hips jerking spasmodically as he unloaded every
drop of cream into the battered open and wanting hole.

I thought my own cock would explode just seeing this, but I didn't touch
it. I was determined that I would never jack off again, now that Cody had
discovered what he was.  Since my boy was a cum-craving bottom slut, I was
all about feeding his need.  I could wait my turn and breed Cody while Chet
recovered.

Eventually Chet pulled his fat cock, only slightly softer out of Cody's
now-gaping hole, allowing my boy`s shapely legs to unfold.  He wiped his
forehead on his arm and sidled up the boy's chest, flopping his spent cock
into my son's panting mouth.  Greedily Cody lapped up the juices they had
made together from Chet's cock.

I sat there for a moment staring at the sweet pussy my boy had for me.  A
little pearl of Chet's cum formed on the lips and oozed slowly down the
slit.  Funny, I though, how that hole started off so round and ended up a
slot after a good hard reaming.  Chet was just getting up, looking around
for his beer when I slipped onto the floor between Cody's still
outstretched legs.  Gently I licked at the little dribble of baby batter
left over from Chet's breeding.  The flavor of my best friend mixed with my
son was amazing.  I held the cream on my tongue and planted my elbows on
each side of Cody's head, smiling my approval to him.

"How ya feelin, baby?" I asked him.  He grinned hugely and wrapped his arms
around my neck.

"Like I need my daddy to fuck me," he replied.  I leaned forward and kissed
him, letting him taste the mixture of juice on my tongue.  I reached down
with my left hand and pulled the front of my PT shorts down under my balls,
my fat nine-inch cock standing up hard, the foreskin pealed back by it's
tumescence.  I lodged the blunt head into my son's pussy and ran my hand up
his left side as I slid easily into him on my buddy's cum load.  I
scratched the tender, distended flesh of his left nipple with my thumbnail
as I passed it and ran my fingers through his sweaty black hair, allowing
myself to caress the ring in his eyebrow.

I leaned down and as I started the fuck rhythm that I knew would bring the
first of many more loads to cum out of my aching testicles.  I kissed this
boy, the love of my life, deeply - raping his talented throat with my
tongue.  He moaned into my mouth.

Chet was leaning back on the couch watching idly as I took up Cody's
favorite deep-penetration stroke.  He sipped his beer and fondled his cock,
eyes glued to the place where his cum was being frothed up in the tight boy
pussy my fat cock was currently impaling.  Cody wrapped his legs around my
waste and I gently kissed his cheeks, his nose, his hair, his eyelids as I
ground every bit of me into him.

"I can't wait," Chet said softly, "for that boy's birthday party.  It's
gonna be a blast."

"Yeah," I said, grinning nose-to-nose with my sweet little cockhound. I
kissed his lips lightly and quickly.  "Fifteen is a big deal, I intend to
make it memorable."

Cody beamed at me and I knew he was ready for what I had in mind.  I shot
my load deep inside him as he ran his hands over my shaved-down head.  This
was going to be a great night.