Date: Tue, 29 Jul 2008 16:06:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Story Teller <story.teller99@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Boy Cody, Chapter 7

I'd like to see this in the gay male incest section added to the "My Boy
Cody" story already approved and on line.  There will be more chapters to
follow.

For the record, this all came out of my head. If the exploration of
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.

Thanks again for reading.  I hope you enjoy this chapter. 

Story.Teller99@yahoo.com


My Boy Cody, Chapter 7: Taking on the Twins

I thought I would go crazy, dammit! First I overslept because of the
righteous fucking I got from dad and Beef the night before, so I missed my
morning fuck with our neighbor and dad had to drive me to school because I
missed the fucking bus. He wouldn't let me suck his cock on the drive
because he was in his dress uniform for some special broo-ha-ha going on
onboard the Base. Then the principal asked Mr. Blakeworth for a meeting
during his planning time so he didn't fuck me in the book closet, and Coach
Wiz had a melt down on one of the other players during soccer practice this
afternoon - I could still hear him bellowing at the poor goalie as I walked
across the parking lot. I hadn't gone so long without a man's cum in me
since dad popped my cherry! I was ready to climb the goddamn walls!

I cut across the parking lot figuring I would cut through the park behind
school and walk home, it wasn't really that far. Sitting in the shade at
the back of the lot was the 1978 Mustang I recognized as belonging to the
Kamuran twins. Melik and Nail were nineteen, big and hairy like typical
Turks. Their dad ran the used car dealership in town and they loved that
car. They had been in high school on the five-year plan and were real
hell-raisers. I figured they must be in detention - again.

I was wrong. Just as I drew even with the rear bumper both of the car's
doors sprang open and the twins unfolded themselves from the deep bucket
seats.

The were (well, still are) tall, about six feet two inches I'd say and
built beautifully, identical gods carved from bronze marble in vascular,
muscled relief covered with black hair all over. Whichever one was driving
had on knee-length denim shorts, a wife-beater and flip flops. His brother
was wearing low-slung slouching jeans with about four inches of boxers
showing at the top and an open button-down Hawaiian shirt, showing off his
hairy, muscular chest. They grinned their identical gleaming white smiles
at me.

The driver said, "Hello there, faggot." I was used to being teased for
being gay and not caring who knew about it. This was a little scary,
though, in the otherwise empty parking lot with these two toughs, as sexy
as they were. I found myself both frightened out of my mind and turned on
at the same time.

"I don't want trouble, guys, really," I said, licking my lips
involuntarily.

"We don't want trouble either," the passenger said, "Just sayin' a friendly
hello to the homo." He chuckled a little at his own weak joke.

"Well - hi, then," I said as I started back on my way. They laughed merrily
behind me as I walked onto the path into the park. I heard their car's
doors slam and relaxed a bit. I was just clearing the woods on the other
side of the path, the playground of the park, deserted off to the right,
the bathroom shack along the path to the left when I became aware of them
following me.

"So, you really a cock sucker, Cody?" The brother in shorts asked me,
slinging his arm around my shoulders and pulling me tight into his dank
armpit.

"You know how accurate our source was, brother," said his twin, falling
into step beside us as the twin in shorts steered us toward the dingy men's
room.

"Yes, brother," he replied, "but I wanna hear the fag say it for
himself. So whatcha say, gay boy, you like sucking cock?"

I was now terrified, totally and completely without an escape. This calling
each other "brother" was one of the ways Nail and Melik kept people off
balance, you never knew who you were talking to or which was speaking to
you. I dumbly nodded my head, once again unconsciously licking my lips.

They both chuckled, a deep rumbling from the two deep chests on either side
of me as they pressed me into the men's room. "Bet you like cock in your
ass too, faggot," one of them said as they pushed me into the stinking dark
shack.

I slid on the slimy, piss coated floor as I was shoved into the twilight
stench, my sneakers squealing on the tiles. The twins laughed as I pin
wheeled my arms to maintain my balance. I dropped my book bag and it slid
across the puddle-strewn floor and I hit the partition beside the urinals.

The brother in the slouching pants flipped out his mobile phone and punched
a button. "Hey, it's Nail... Yeah, we got him here, in the park... No, no
trouble at all... I'm sure he'll take good care of us... Yeah, we're
lookin' forward to it too... Lemme go get my dick in this slut's
holes... Cheers." He flipped the phone closed. "God I love that guy," he
laughed. At least now I knew which was which.

"Ya know, brother," Melik said, "I think the slut's a little over dressed,
don't you?"

"You'll be stripping now, faggot," Nail said by way of reply.

I stared at them wide-eyed. We were in a public men's room, anyone could
come along at any time, and they wanted me to get naked. Melik slapped me
hard, backhand across my face. "Get naked, cunt!" he yelled into my face.

I quickly shucked my hip-hugger jeans and tee shirt, pushing off my
sneakers as I did so. I stood there naked and trembling trying desperately
to hide the fact that I was excited by the whole situation and wondering
who the twins had called to report themselves to.

Nail's thick, uncut cock was jutting from his fly when he stepped forward
next. It was easily 8 inches long and thick, the rubbery foreskin puckered
over the tip of his hard shaft. I could smell the musk of him as he
approached and instinctively fell to my knees on the sopping floor. The
twins both laughed.

"Bitch needs your crank, brother," Melik said, I could see him fishing his
own erection out of his pants from the corner of my eye.

"Clean my fuck-stick, faggot," Nail ordered me roughly, grabbing my hair
and pulling so that I gasped, my mouth opening involuntarily to receive the
invading cock.

It was dirty. I could taste piss on it and when my lips skinned back the
overhanging skin the tang of smegma hit my tongue. I greedily sucked the
funk from the nasty, rank cock like my life depended on it. Nail soon tired
of my ministrations on the head of his cock and shoved the whole thing down
my throat, growling deep in his throat as he did so.

Melik strode in behind me and pulled me up by the hips while Nail pushed
his cock down my throat. With no preamble, no prep he shoved his cock dry
into my hole, balls deep, laughing heartily while he did so. I screamed the
best I could around the cock plugging my throat.

Wordlessly the brothers picked up a fucking rhythm that had one identical
cock slamming into each end of me at all times, Nail's balls slapping
loudly against my chin as Melik's resoundingly rapped against my ass,
brutally fucking open my hole. All I could think was what a good thing it
was that dad and Beef were both so well hung so I could easily open up to
accommodate the dry fuck.

"I'm going to cum, brother," Melik announced as he hammered harder yet on
my blasted open hole.

"I'm with you, brother," Nail replied, I could feel his balls pulling up
tight against my chin.

I braced myself against Nail's hips, the thick leather of his belt acting
as a superb handle for me as the twins plowed on to their identical
orgasms. Fingers dug into my scalp and hips as they thrust against each
other into my guts, as if they were trying to touch their cock tips
together at my navel. Animal howls accompanied the frenzied pounding
against my pale, smooth skin as the Turks unloaded their bloated nuts into
my straining holes.

I was coughing and gagging on Nail's load when Melik pulled out of my ass
and roughly spun me around, grabbing me by the hair and shoving his slimed
cock down my ravaged throat. Without missing a beat Nail slammed his
still-hard rod up my bruised asshole. They reamed themselves back into a
fever and within a few strokes they were unloading a second load into my
quivering flesh, their gutteral noises punctuated by my own gurgling
attempts to breathe.

They pulled their cocks out of me again and stepped back, standing over me
with arms crossed over their identical muscled chests. Grinning from ear to
ear down at me they chuckled to each other again, shining uncut cocks still
hanging from their open flies.

"A most satisfying experience, eh, brother?" said Nails.

"Most satisfying indeed, brother," replied Melik. "I'll be looking forward
to a repeat performance."

Just then the door screeched open. My dad, my gorgeous father, love of my
life, my protector came into the dingy toilet. He stopped short just inside
the door and surveyed the scene, a slow grin spreading across his face.

"I trust the boy treated you gentlemen well?" he asked congenially.

"Very well," the twins chorused. I was amazed, staring wide-eyed and mouth
agape from the two hairy teens who had just raped my holes and my dad. He
was the one Nail had called to tell they had me! Dad set me up!

"Now, fellows, if you will leave me with my son," he said in a low
voice. The twins grinned at each other and tucked their cocks into their
pants as they ambled out.

"See ya `round, faggot," one of them shot over his shoulder as they went
out the door.

Dad stood over me as I sat on the floor in the puddles of filthy water,
staring at him in utter disbelief, tears welling up in my eyes. He was in
civilian clothes, jogging shorts and a sleeveless shirt, running shoes with
no socks. He crossed his arms across his chest and looked down at me, his
expression impossible to read.

I almost broke then. "Dad," I sobbed "Why? I don't understand!" He said
nothing but stepped closer to me, his hazel eyes gleaming in the dim light
of the rank men's room. I couldn't help but notice his swinging cock in the
thin fabric of dad's running shorts. He crouched down next to me, I
couldn't help myself, my eyes followed his bulging basket as it drew closer
to my face. He noticed.

"You, baby boy" he started "are a cum-slut. My cum-slut. You will take the
loads of any man who sees fit to dump his seed in you. Period. Did you not
enjoy it? I know you did, your boy dick is hard as a rock still. I will
make sure you get all the jizz you could possibly want. You, in turn will
take every cock that cums your way. Do you understand, Sport?"

I was dumbfounded again. Mutely I nodded to dad, unable to speak.

"Get dressed, baby. I've got another surprise for you."

I did as dad instructed. Soon I was following my beautiful dad across the
open yard, circling the still-empty playground. He was making for a jogging
path that led out into the woods on the other side, parallel to the back
side of the football field at my school. I followed dad, dazed by his
masculinity, as his powerful legs propelled him up the path.. He took a
fork off toward the left, away from the school and deeper into the woods,
toward the main drag into the downtown area.

Several hundred yards along dad broke from the main path he had been
following and into the woods off to the left again. I followed him still,
confused, but intrigued by what he could possibly want to show me here.

Soon we came upon what was obviously a flop area for the homeless. Three
men were sitting around a small cleared area strewn with empty cans and
liquor bottles, various articles of clothing hanging from the branches of
the small trees around the periphery.

The men looked up from their muttered conversation and the one in the
center's face split open in a huge, gap-toothed grin. "Here's the man!" he
roared to his buddies.

Dad strode forward to the bum in the clearing, his hand extended. "Jack,
how are you?" he asked jovially, all charm and smiles.

"Rarin' t'go, Tony! We all are. This the boy?" he asked, leering in my
direction.

"That's him, my boy Cody," he said. Turning to me dad said, "Ok, Sport,
strip. These men are going to fuck you."

"Um, Tony, I hate to be rude and all, but this is a business proposition,
you know and the boys want to make sure, you know, of the terms," the bum
called Jack said.

I stared on disbelievingly as dad grinned his huge, shit-eating grin and
reached into his sock, coming out with three hundred dollar bills. "One a
piece, as agreed," he said, handing over the cash. Each man snatched up his
take and stuffed it into a pocket. "Now, boy, you're supposed to be naked!"

I quickly stripped off my clothes and stepped forward into the center of
the clearing. Dad stepped back to the side and said, "Gentlemen, enjoy."