Date: Wed, 4 Jun 2008 08:57:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Story Teller <story.teller99@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Boy Cody (Chapter 4)

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.

There are 2 questions that have come up many times in the "fan mail" that
Cody has generated.

1: Am I a dad?  No, I am not.   I am, in fact,  "gold star gay", I've never
even been sort-of sexually attracted to a woman.

2: Are the characters based on real people?  Yes and no.  I've based all of
the characters at least in part on people I know, sometimes compositing
them, often just borrowing physical or personality characteristics that I
think will fit my needs.  The story is, as I said, all out of my head.


Thanks again for reading.  I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Story.Teller99@yahoo.com

My Boy Cody
Chapter Four: Recruiting the Coach


It was just before nine in the morning and I was sitting in my desk chair
with my stereotypical gym-teacher-shorts and jock strap around my ankles
and the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen slobbering all over my rock hard
cock.  Cody was working all eight and half inches of my meat like a champ,
swallowing me to the balls and then swirling his tongue around the crown
like his life depended on lapping up ever milliliter of pre-goo my nuts
could churn out.  He looked up at me, his shining eyes flashing in the
florescent light and licked at my nut sack.  I leaned back in the
old-fashioned chair and groaned.

Cody smiled up at me with an impish gleam in his eye.  "You wanna fuck me,
Coach Wiz?" he asked softly.  What a stupid question!  I was zooming so
hard I couldn't verbalize an answer, I just nodded.

Cody straddled my hips and lined the blunt helmet of my throbbing dick up
with his hole.  He was still wearing the bright red jock he put on for
class but I could see his little boy-boner sticking up in it.  Slowly this
little sex god pressed my cock into his hole, the lips of his ass straining
open to accommodate my fat dick.  Slowly he opened up, lowering himself
over the throbbing veins of my shaft until his ass-lips kissed my bloated
balls.  I leaned back in the chair, my head rolling against the headrest
and loving every twitch of the stretched walls wrapped tight around my
cock.

Suddenly my head snapped up and I leaned forward on the chair, reaching
round Cody's perfect little ass and feeling my balls where they were
pressed against his hole.  Sure enough, there was cum oozing out of him
there.

"How many loads you have in you already, Cody?" I asked breathlessly.

"Only three," he replied, grinning mischievously at my obviously shocked
expression.  "My dad and Chet each took a turn before I left home this
morning and I had English first period," he explained, rocking his hips a
bit to stir the loads in his hole with my cock.

I understood what he was telling me and it made me that much hotter to
breed this sweet little slut.

If you've never seen Cody you don't understand.  He's seriously beautiful,
not girly like you think of when you hear a guy called beautiful, but he's
male perfection with smooth, creamy white skin no matter how much time he
spends outside and black hair that flows to his shoulders and flops across
his smooth forehead and thick arching black eyebrows (with a ring through
the left one) above vivid violet eyes.  The eyes are the most startling
thing about him I think, straight-up Elizabeth Taylor violet eyes, open and
honest and deep all at the same time, the kind of eyes you fall into rather
than look into.  His lips are voluptuous, full and curl into an easy smile,
his nose is aquiline, slim and long, his jaw is perfectly proportioned and
sleek.  He stands about five feet nine inches tall, with long lithe legs
that make him one of the best runners in the school, and 125 pounds of lean
muscle stretched over that frame.

Cody's ass is a perfectly symmetrical pair of sweet little bubbles
accentuated sexily by his choice in jock straps.  Most high school boys
wear standard issue white straps, but not Cody.  He has a variety of them,
all in similar cuts but in different vivid primary colors as well as black
and green.  They frame and accentuate the gorgeous curves of his smooth
cheeks perfectly, a fact I'm sure he knows.

I was so glad his dad sought me out for this!

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On Friday, three days ago now, I found the envelope laying on the desk in
my office in the locker room.  My name was hand-printed on the front of it
in block letters with thick black ink strokes.  It was sealed, which was
unusual for school communications.  I slit the envelope with my thumb and
pulled out a single tri-fold of unlined paper.  Centered on the page in the
same block print was a single paragraph that stopped my heart, dried out my
mouth and made my head spin.

My knees unhinged and I flopped into my desk chair, my mind spinning a mile
a minute.  Who could have written this note?  How could the author possibly
know the things written here?  My past was catching up with me and I could
feel it clutching at the rapidly unraveling threads of my life.  All the
thinking I had done with my cock in the past was falling on my head.

I knew I had to follow the instructions in the note, there was no choice in
the matter for me.  My mind kept slipping back to the note for the rest of
the day, my stomach in knots as I contemplated the ramifications of my
secret getting out.  I'd be totally ruined and have to leave this place,
and I knew better than to think it would be easy for me to relocate again.

I spent the afternoon totally distracted and presided over a disastrous
soccer practice after school: it was a waste of time.  I wasn't even able
to distract myself from my swirling thoughts to ogle the sweet young things
as they ran.  Even Cody, my favorite, couldn't pull me totally out of my
funk.

I sat zoned out in my office while the boys showered and left,
horse-playing and cat-calling as they went.  I pulled the note out again
and looked at the words slashed onto the page.  Not knowing what else to do
I went into the showers to sluice off the cold sweat that had slicked my
flesh all day.  Looking at myself in the mirror I was honestly very happy
with what I saw there.  Even at 40 my body is still toned, my muscles
defined from the regular hours of sport and working out I put in.  The
water beaded in my salt and pepper chest hairs before running down my
stomach and, while not a 6-pak, my belly was still pretty flat.  I looked
carefully at my face, the light lines around my brown eyes, the salt and
pepper mustache, my thick lips, the deep laugh lines.  I've got a strong
jaw line and a pleasing-enough face, at least that's what I've been told.

I soaped up, lathering my swinging balls and getting an erection despite
myself.  That note had brought flooding back into my mind things I had
taught myself to forget, urges that I thought I'd beaten.  I was angry and
ashamed - how could a few simple lines "I know about Pittsburg..." so
totally break down the walls I'd built in my mind.  I couldn't help but
think back to the scene in Pittsburg, the look on the principal's face as
she realized I was railing the star of my soccer team, the feel of his
sweet creamy skin under my fingers as I slid-balls-deep all the way into
him, in that last second before I couldn't stop myself, my load spilling
eight inches deep in his silken chute despite my horror at being found out.

If he hadn't been eighteen I would have been doomed.  As it was, the
principal cancelled my contract and "suggested" I get out of town.  I know
the boy had something to do with that, he was hung up on me big time, he
begged me to let him come with me.  I couldn't do that though, I couldn't
bring him away from the scholarship I knew he had coming and the life he
should be able to build after college.  He cried and begged and sobbed, but
I couldn't do it.  I didn't even tell him where I was going.

Now there I was standing in another high school gym shower with a hard-on,
my secret past life known to at least one person.  Would I ever learn?

I rinsed myself and stepped out of the shower, dried and dressed in the
clean jeans and polo shirt that I kept in my office all the time, just in
case.  I slid on sandals and combed my hair.  I could hardly wait to get to
the car, I needed a smoke bad.  In my car I dragged out a Cuvee Blanc,
snipped the tip and lit it, dragging hard.  The sweet smoke filled my lungs
and I held it for several seconds before starting the car.

Forty-five minutes later I pulled into the parking lot at the restaurant
mentioned in the note.  It was kind of the middle of no where, a little
Italian place I'd never heard about in the middle of a bullshit strip
shopping center.  All the adjacent businesses were closed, a few looked
abandoned.  I sat in the car and took a last drag on the stub of my cigar,
dropping it on the pavement as I stepped out, grinding it into the parking
lot.

As I crossed the lot I passed someone familiar, a ball cap pulled low over
his eyes.  It was Mark Blakeworth, one of the English teachers at my
school.  He kept his eyes down, but I was sure he'd seen me.  My mind was
swirling a mile a minute.  What the hell was Blakeworth doing here?  Did he
know why I was there?  Did he know about the note?  There was one other car
in the lot aside from mine and the Carolla I recognized as Blakeworth`s now
that I`d seen him.  It was a red military-style jeep with the doors zipped
off.  Not what you'd expect the cops to have in place for a sting
operation.

My palms were slicked with sweat, I could feel the sick nervous trickle
from my armpits as I went into the over-air conditioned dump.  Sitting in
the back corner, facing the door was man who stopped my heart: Anthony
Martin, Cody's father.

This man could break me in half if he wanted to, probably without thinking
about it.  A huge muscled slab of Marine, fiercely protective of his only
son and widowed with nothing better to do than watch out for his boy.  Did
he suspect I had been messing with Cody?  I wish, but I hadn't touched the
boy!  If anything I had been more distant than I wanted to be to protect us
both.  The kid was only fourteen, I'd looked up his file.  I knew his
birthday was coming soon, but still, far too great a risk for me to make a
move on such a sweet young thing.  I had thought it was strange when Cody
came back to school after having left early one Friday with his dad
sporting pierced nipples and a fresh tattoo, a snake I recognized coiled
around his father's bulging, muscular right arm.

"Sit down, Coach Wiznewski," the big man said, "We need to talk about my
son."  I thought I'd faint..
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Needless to say that wasn't a bad conversation.  My mind snapped back to
the present as Cody started pumping himself up and down my turgid shaft.  I
slid my hands up his thighs, caressing the mark his dad had left on him and
leaned forward a bit to flick his left tit with the tip of my tongue.  He
swiveled his hips in response and drove me deeper into his slimy guts,
frothing up the loads deposited there by three other men this morning.

I leaned forward on the chair and he easily wrapped his legs around me as I
stood up, gently laying Cody across my desk.  It was at just the perfect
height to drill his sweet, open hole hard and deep.  The noises his open
and squelching hole made as I reamed him filled the little office as I
pummeled hi prostate, that beautiful head snapping back and forth on his
long, slender neck.

I reached up with my right hand and caught Cody's jaw.  I crushed my lips
to his and drove my tongue as far into his sweet sucking mouth as I could
get it, tasting the precum I had already deposited there on his tongue
still.  I ground my thick wiry pubes into his smooth white ass cheeks and
reveled in the obscene sounds we made together.  Cody was a wild animal
under me, begging for my seed, pleading between kisses with harsh whispers
for me to breed his perfect hole and breed it deep.

With my chest pressed against him, his back flat on my desk, papers sliding
off onto the floor, Cody's long legs wrapped around my waste acting as a
pivot point for my deep-driving thrusts into his heavenly boy-hole I knew I
would jizz soon.  I hadn't had a fuck this amazing in years, and I was
fucking the boy, soon to be dumping a huge load into him because his father
practically begged me to: "He's a total cum-slut, Coach Wiznewski, he can't
get enough jizz in his whore hole.  I want to know who is breeding my boy.
He wants you, Coach.  I know you like boy hole.  Please help my boy - breed
him."

I looked Cody in the eye, my balls tight against my shaft now and I licked
his left eyebrow, feeling the ring there under my tongue.  "Want it, boy?"
I asked.

"Please!" was his breathless answer.

I clamped my teeth into Cody's right shoulder to keep from crying out loud
as I fired my load deep into his clutching hole.  He took a deep, sharp
breath as I bit down but then just groaned as he felt the spams of my fat
cock.  He dug his blunt fingernails into my back and raked them from my ass
to my shoulder blades as I held onto the edge of the desk, my orgasm almost
painful in its intensity.  My cock throbbed half a dozen times, spewing my
potent seeds deep into the willing boy impaled on my desk and I collapsed
on top of him.

I flopped back into my chair, Cody's legs still spread, his hole gaping
open and dripping the mingled jizz onto the floor.  He grabbed the edge of
the desk and did a crunch, pulling his face up where he could grin at me.
"Thanks, Coach Wiz, I needed that," he said conversationally.  I smiled
back weakly.

Cody pulled himself to his feet and steadied himself on the edge of the
desk.  I leaned back in the chair and closed my eyes until I felt the
sudden warmth of his sweet mouth cleaning the residue from my cock.  His
wet tongue stimulating the head again.  He swallowed the whole thing again
as it softened.

"Ease up, boy, I gotta go piss too," I said.

"Really?" he said, "Can I drink it Coach?  Its supposed to be totally hot!"

"What Cody wants, Cody gets," I replied, grinning back at him.  He engulfed
the head of my dick in his hot mouth and swirled his tongue around it as my
stream began to glow.  Cody gulped down my entire bladder-full of piss
without missing a drop and nursed on the head a bit more when I was done..

"It was sweet," he said, grinning at me.  "Thanks, Coach."  Then Cody
seemed to notice the puddle of cum on the floor between my desk chair and
the knee hole.  "I'll clean that up too," he said jovially and proceeded to
start licking the cooling and congealed baby batter off the dirty floor.

I was getting hard again, but the period was almost over and the other
students and my assistant would be back in any time.  "That's enough, you
little pig!" I said laughing.  "There will be plenty more later, I'm sure.
Hit the shower before and get dressed before any of the others see that
bruise I left on your shoulder."

"You bet, Coach!" Cody said as he bounded from my office into the locker
room proper..

That boy's birthday is going to be one hell of a party, I thought.
Especially if his dad does what he says he will.  And from what I've
learned about Tony Martin, it will be all Cody could dream of and more.