Date: Thu, 24 Jul 2008 11:53:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Story Teller <story.teller99@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Boy Cody, Chapter 5

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.

I'm sorry this chapter as been so long in coming.  The next is already in
the works..

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

My Boy Cody, Chapter 5: Farley's Reward

I could feel my dad's thick cock throbbing inside me as he unloaded his
day's worth of thick ropy cum deep in my boy hole.  We were in one of his
favorite positions, me face down on the floor with my knees propped up
under me thrusting my ass in the air and him behind me plowing for all he
was worth.  The animal noises he made as he filled me up with the seed that
made me turned me on to no end, the spasmodic jerking of his hips as I
brought him to ecstasy filled my heart with pride as surely as he filled my
velvet pussy with his creamy jizz.

Dad collapsed on top of me, his wiry chest hair scraping my back as he
pushed me flat to the floor, his nine inches of fuck-meat still planted
deep in me.  I could feel his ball sack smashed against my ass as he
stroked my hair and nibbled my ear, murmuring sweet things into my
coal-black hair and stroking my sides.  God I love that man.

The sound of dad's cell phone ringing pulled us both out of our reverie.
He lifted his muscular bulk off my back and pulled his softening dick out
of my now-gaping chute with a thick, liquid squelching noise.  Dad threw
himself down in his favorite chair and I crawled over between his legs to
suck the spent cum and residue from my ass off his cock while he answered
the phone.

"It's Chet," dad said to me glancing at the screen on his phone before
flipping it open.  "Hello, there bud," he said into the phone.

I couldn't hear the man on the other end of the line, but I knew they
started off talking about me from my dad's half of the conversation.  Chet,
the Tennessee-born best friend of my father has been breeding my pussy
every chance he got since the first time dad invited him into my hole.  I
think very warm thoughts about him and his white-blonde hair and dark tan
and thick country meat.

"He's suckin' my cock now, just finished breeding him in fact," dad was
saying into the phone.  I was proud that he would share his pleasure in me
with his friend, even vicariously..  "Yeah, my baby boy can't get enough,"
he said as he stroked my over-long bangs back from my face and thumbed the
ring through my eyebrow.

"No shit you say!  That's great news," he nearly shouted into the phone.
He immediately became more subdued, though, I could tell Chet had given him
some news to dampen his high spirits.

"Shit, not Farley, that's so fucking unfair," he muttered into the phone.
"Hold on a sec, Chet."

Dad gently slid his hand down my cheek to my jaw and pulled my mouth of is
now-soft spongy cock.  "Go upstairs and do your homework, Sport," he said.
"I need to talk to Chet for a few and probably go out.  You be ready for
round two in a couple hours?"

I grinned at him..  "I'm ready now, dad!" I said - and I meant it.  I just
can't seem to get enough cock in my hole.

He chuckled at my enthusiasm.  "You'll have to wait.  I'm going to need a
special favor I think, but I've got to do some checking first.  Now, not
another word, go do your homework."

I got up and obeyed my dad who planted a playful swat on my well-used and
tattooed ass on my way past his chair.  As I started up the stairs I heard
him go back to his conversation with Chet and couldn't help but wonder what
had happened to distract my dad from our usual evening of sex and food and
homework spread naked on the floor or in his big bed together.  Sometimes
he even came to my room, which was hardly ever used anymore..  I started
sleeping in my dad's bed shortly after he popped my cherry ass and wild
horses couldn't drag me out of it.

I went into my room and pulled open my book bag; flopped naked into my desk
chair and started on my homework.  The first thing I decided to tackle was
an essay for my English teacher : Describe a typical evening at your house.
Seeing as he's been breeding my pussy in the book closet every day after
class I figured there was no reason to edit the good stuff out of my home
life for him.

I was two pages into the essay, describing my dad's thick-veined shaft
ravaging my wide open spunk dump when dad called up that he was heading out
for a bit.

"I'll be back in about an hour," he said.  "Stay in your room until I call
you down, Sport."

"Yes, dad!" I replied.

I had finished my homework and was reading one of Ann Rice's Sleeping
Beauty books when I heard the front door.  I almost bolted down the stairs
to meet dad in the entry, but I thought of what he said to me and stayed
put.  He wasn't alone, I could hear Chet talking and another voice I didn't
know.

I heard light footsteps dashing up the stairs and my door opened without a
knock, not uncommon since I'm an open cum-dump for my dad and his buddies.
Chet's dark-tanned face with his kinda shocking white blonde hair spiked up
stiffly grinned at me, his bright blue eyes dancing.

"Hey baby," he greeted me, "Yer dad sez we got a few minutes before he
needs you downstairs.  Thought I might get a load off with ya.."

"Oh hell yeah!" I exclaimed, my boy pussy twitching.  If it was possible,
Chet's smile got even wider as he popped open the buttons of his 501s.

Chet's fat cock was already hard as a rock and I slid of the bed to my
knees ready to suck it.  He hooked my armpits with his thick-fingered hands
pulling me to my feet and said "Not tonight baby-boy, I want ass and
there's no time for niceties."  With that he flopped me back on the bed,
grabbed my ankles in a vice-like grip and lined his cock up with my hole,
still dripping the loads of my dad and the two teachers I routinely get
bred by.

Chet pushed his hips forward and buried his beer-bottle thick meat in my
willing hole.  He groaned as the buttons of his fly scraped my ass cheeks.
"Oh baby boy you feel so fuckin' good to meeeeeeeeee!" he hissed through
clenched teeth.  He quickly began to pummel my hole, staring into my eyes
as he deep-dicked my clutching pussy hole.

I grinned up at him while he pounded me with his fat cock sticking out of
the fly of his jeans.  "I love you Chet," I said and I certainly do.  Chet
is my dad's best friend and is one of my favorite people.  I know my dad
loves him, too, although he'd never say such a thing out loud.

"I love you too, baby boy," Chet said, panting a bit as he quickly reached
the pinnacle of his desire, bucking hard and deep into my willing hole.
"I'm gonna cream yer pussy now, baby boy, jizz you deep.  You want my load
in you sweet thing?"

"Give it to me Chet, please!" I gasped as he thrust deep into my
wide-spread ass and shot his cum in me, I could feel his thick cock
twitching as it unloaded in my cock slot.  Chet panted hard as he spunked
in me.  All too soon he pulled his cock out of me with the familiar
slurping sound.

"Clean me up real quick, baby and then we gotta go downstairs," He said
breathlessly wagging his cock at me.  I slipped to my place on the floor
and swallowed his cock in one swoop, tasting his spent cream combined with
my dad`s and the two other men who had bred me that day.

Chet smiled down at me.  "You really are a grade-A whore, Cody," he said.
I showed my appreciation for the compliment by swirling my tongue around
his sensitive cock head.  "I gotta piss, to, baby, yew wan' that too?"  I
just grinned around Chet's dick and nodded.

Chet let loose with a stream of sweet, hot piss that I drank greedily.  One
thing I was shocked to find I liked was drinking piss - it sounds so dirty
but it feels so amazingly hot.

Chet finished pissing and pulled his cock from my still-sucking mouth.
"Can't git started again, baby boy, you got work to do fer yer daddy."

He buttoned up his fly as he headed back out of my door.  I followed Chet
downstairs, not bothering to get dressed.  I knew from the way Chet had
spoken I was expected to be naked for the new-comer in the house.

I could hear a conversation taking place in the living room as we got to
the bottom of the stairs.  Chet softly placed his palm flat on my chest,
stopping me at the foot of the steps.  He leaned in close and put his lips
against the cup of my ear.  My nipples were instantly hard as a rock, my
boy-dick throbbing, but I listened carefully to his whispered warning.

"Farley's a buddy of your dad `n me.  He's bin in Iraq and got hurt.  He's
not as messed up as he thinks he is, baby boy, but his wife, that ignorant
cunt left him not too long after he came back.  Yer dad and me think you
can cheer him up a little.  That's the job we got fer yew.  K?"

I nodded mutely.  My dad's friend had been hurt while doing his duty and
then screwed over by a woman, it broke my heart.  Chet looked closely at
me, saw the tears standing in my eyes and brushed them away.

"Just be good to him, Cody, that's what he needs."  I nodded again.

Chet pushed me in front of him and guided me into the living room.  The
lights were low, my dad had given up his favorite chair to his guest.

"Here he is, Tony," Chet murmured, I wondered how my dad could hear him.
The air in the room was thick with anticipation and tension as my dad
smiled up at me, naked and displayed to the man in his chair.

I hadn't showered since gym class that afternoon and I'd been fucked three
times, so I had sweated some.  My hair, just touching my shoulders with
bangs swept across my forehead felt suddenly heavy as I stood there,
knowing the stranger was taking in all of what I had to offer.

I'm very fine-boned, about five foot nine and all of 140 pounds on a fat
day.  I could see the man's eyes gleaming in the dimness as they scoured my
body, taking in my taught nipples, the stainless rings in them making them
stand out and the serpent tattoo wrapping around my right hip.  I saw his
fingers twitch on the armrest of dad's favorite chair.

The man I knew was Farley was facing me in the chair.  While his face was
in the gloom a pool of light fell across his powerfully built chest and
illuminated the rest of his body.  He sat with his legs spread wide, a cane
propped against the chair beside him.  He was wearing a black tee shirt
that stretched across his rounded pectoral muscles and was tucked into the
denim shorts he was wearing.  I was momentarily distracted from taking him
in by the sight of the bulge in his shorts, his cock was laying along his
right thigh, obviously already hard, his balls packed in underneath it
making an obscene mound in his crotch.

My eyes were drawn down his strong thighs, pointed along their journey by
the head of Mr. Farley's thick meat.  His right leg was missing below the
knee, replaced by a gleaming titanium prosthesis, it's metal foot tucked
into the Reebok sneaker that matched the one on his undamaged leg.  My
heart surged with warmth for this man who had given so much to his country,
whether he thought it was right or not he did his duty.

My dad had been talking while Mr. Farley and I looked at each other.  Now
he said "We'll leave you two alone," and he walked past me out of the
living room, giving my shoulder a loving squeeze on his way by.

I walked across to Mr. Farley and kneeled on the floor in front of him.  I
put my hand on his maimed knee and he flinched, but I left it there.

"I think I already love you, Mr. Farley," I said.  "Let me show you."

I slipped forward into his lap, finding his mouth with mine.  He hadn't
said a word yet, but his lips opened and his thick tongue snaked into my
sucking mouth.  He moaned a little as I kissed him with all the passion I
felt for this total stranger, my dad's friend.