Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 12:55:12 +0800 From: The Jongolier <jongolier@myself.com> Subject: Cody 1 Welcome to my second story to actually be "published" as it were. This one is a little different from my Parker series. Firstly, it is a purely gay story, no girls involved. Why? Well, that's what most of my fan mail requested, so here it is. Second, this is a real story. By which I mean there is a real plot, details, and love plays a big part. If you're looking for quick sex and gratification, you probably won't find it here (check out my other stories). However, I won't skimp on the sex either (especially in the following parts). Please feel free to email me at jongolier@myself.com with any comments, good or bad. I love feedback. If you are offended by male - male sex between consenting minors, do not read any further. Stop also if displaying this story is illegal in your area. This story is a work of fiction. Any relation to persons real or implied is purely coincidence. The author does not advocate the behaviors depicted in the following story, nor does he advocate the breaking of any laws, local, federal, or international. Do not read further if you are under the age of 18. --------------------------------------- My life up until sixteen years of age is unremarkable. I had the average middle-class upbringing. I went to school, I spent summer vacations around my family's pool, I had the average number of friends, the average experiences, and so on and so on. Everything changed in my sixteenth year. That's when I discovered a book hidden way back in my brother's closet. One which opened my mind to possibilities that were previously unknown to me. Before I get into that, let me describe myself at that age. Unlike my average life, I was far from the average in appearance. I leaned towards the small and short. Not so short that I got ridiculed for it, but most of the boys in my grade had a few inches on me. I still had a little baby fat here and there but nothing near what would be considered "chubby". Much to my chagrin I had little body hair as yet, except for a small patch of light brown curls above my crotch. This I shaved religiously as it seemed to me to be too much like a goatee for my penis. Like I said, everything about my upbringing was average as well as my experiences in high school. I was on the junior-varsity football team as a receiver but no star player. One remarkable thing that set me apart from my friends was that I was able to earn enough in summer jobs to buy my own car when I turned sixteen. It only took three years of saving. A lifetime for a boy my age. Unfortunately, with the car came the responsibilities. When the family needed milk, I had to go and get it. When my little sister needed a ride to dance class, I took her. That sort of thing. Anyway, after one such trip to the store for milk, I found one of my older brother's textbooks in my car. I even had to take HIM to school every day. I grabbed it with my free hand, the other holding a bag with two gallons of milk in it, and proceeded into the house. I put the milk in the fridge and headed for my brother's room to give him his book. As it turned out, he was out on a date (his date must have been driving) and his room was empty. I put the book on his desk and turned to go. Just then I noticed his closet door open. Now, my brother's closet was a sort of forbidden temple to me. Everything my brother had ever owned that I coveted soon ended up stored in his closet. He prided himself on locking it very carefully with a padlock so I had never actually been inside. This time, probably in his haste to get his rocks off with his girlfriend, he had left it blissfully unlocked. Not wanting to waste a perfect chance, I crept over to the closet and slipped inside. Compared to my diminutive closet, his walk-in model was expansive. Hanging on the wall were last year's guitar obsession as well as his trumpet from band. On the other wall, much to the joy of my virgin cock, was quite a collection of centerfolds from some of the more racy porn mags. Now, I've been gay for some time, but any naked body appeals to a sixteen-year-old, regardless of the sex. I stared at these for some time until I noticed I was drooling. Wiping my lips with the back of my hand, I proceeded to search through the pile of magazines and books littering the floor. An hour later (thank goodness my parents weren't home) I had pretty much seen most of the good pictures. I didn't really notice that there were as many pictures of men as there were of women. It was then that I found "the book". That was all it said on the cover. "The Book". No author was listed and the cheap binding led me to believe that he had gotten it from some sleazy adult bookstore down by the harbor. That didn't matter to me. I was instantly captivated by the first sentence. "For a boy of 10, Eric had one of the cutest asses of any boy. . ." What the hell? What kind of book was this? As I read more I was initiated into the world of boy loving and all its excitement. I was getting so turned on by it that I nearly came in my pants. And I hadn't even touched myself yet. It was hot and sexy in a way I had never considered. Somewhere inside me a door opened and before long I longed to hold and love a small boy any way I could. Just then I heard a noise at the other end of the house. I spooked, shoved the book back under the pile, and ran straight to my room. Just in the nick of time, too, as my brother rounded the corner just as I closed my door with a quiet click. That night I must have jacked off ten times. Each time I would begin to settle down after an orgasm, my mind would flood with the images "The Book" had placed in my head. I couldn't wait until my first chance to try something, anything, with a young boy. My chance came exactly one week later. My grandparents had a massive house down by the beach. Just to have a large house anywhere in San Francisco was remarkable but theirs looked directly down a city park all the way down to the ocean. It was beautiful and quite secluded due to large cliffs on either side of the street. Needless to say, my grandparents were much better off than my parents. Anyway, I had been elected to take my two young cousins to their house for the long weekend. (I tell you, having the only car in the family gets old after a while) The instant the older of my two cousins came out to the car my memories of that hot little book came flooding back. Cody was thirteen but he looked ten. The poor child had my same affliction; he was going to grow late. He stood a whole head shorter than me but he was lean, like most active young boys. His sandy blonde hair was fine, so fine it stood up in spots and never lay quite right. Instead of looking funny, it gave him a precocious look that made my penis stiffen in my jean shorts. Many summers of soccer had tanned his skin and developed his boy muscles into quite the little package. "Hey Brandon. You ready?" he asked with all the enthusiasm of a twelve year old. He loved going to the beach house, and, I have to admit so did I. Even more so since he was coming. I began to scheme and plan in my head as I responded, "Sure, buddy. Where's Sean?" At the mention of his name, Sean came bouncing out of the house and leapt into my arms. He was light even for a seven year old so I caught him with no trouble. With the affection all little kids seem to have he planted a big kiss right on my cheek. "I'm ready, can we leave now?" he asked. I put him down and told both boys to get into the car. Their parents had already left for their own little mini "vacation" so I locked up their house and we were off. The drive was uneventful, filled with my choice of music and the joyful prattling of young boys. We talked about nothing in particular for the whole hour and an half drive. Every chance I got, I stole glances at Cody in the rear view mirror. His smile seemed to light up my world. I loved the curve of his cheek and his still babyish button nose. By the time we got to my grandparents, I realized I was well and truly in love with this boy. My heart yearned for him to return this love. "Yay! We're here!" they both exclaimed together. In a flash they were out of the car and inside the house. I smiled to myself and proceeded to unload the car. What followed was the usual greeting routine followed by a home cooked dinner and a trip to the video store. This was a ritual for us. While going through the store, Cody came up to me and shyly asked, "Hey, Bran'? Can I ask you somethin'?" he asked. My heart leapt at how cute he was. "Sure, kiddo. What's up?" I asked. He proceeded to shuffle his feet a little so I figured it was something embarrassing. I pretended to look through more titles on the shelves while he screwed up the courage to ask. Just in case, I looked up and attempted to locate his little brother. My eyes found him on the whole other side of the store by the racier movies. That little horn dog. Cody mumbled something at my side. Wow, this must really be hard for him to ask, I thought. I knelt down next to him, making him seem taller and boosting his confidence a little. "Can I sleep in your room tonight? I have . . . questions about stuff," he asked quietly. My grandparents had only two guest bedrooms that they would let "kids" sleep in so we always ended up sharing. I had assumed that Cody and Sean would bunk together and I'd be free to jack off all I wanted. This presented a much better opportunity. I could sense his massive embarrassment so I didn't press any further and replied, "Sure, buddy. That's cool with me." He rewarded me with a broad smile, showing all his white teeth (some missing) and scampered off. "I'll find a good movie for us to watch together!" he yelled over his shoulder as he ran. I proceeded to move towards his little brother to pull him away from the soft-porn section. Later that night, after Sean had gone to bed, Cody and I said goodnight to our grandparents and headed to bed ourselves. Our bedrooms were in separate wings, so I was sure we wouldn't see our grandparents anytime during the night. Cody proceeded to dig through his bag for his pajamas and I went into the bathroom to change (all the bedrooms in the house had private bathrooms). Normally I slept naked but I thought that might shock Cody too much and ruin my chances. However, as I undressed I "accidentally" left the door cracked. When I had slid my underwear off and was reaching for my sweats, I caught a view of Cody standing just outside the door, staring at my hairless cock. Well, I though to myself, he's actually interested. This could get fun. I pretended not to notice him until I had pulled up my sweats. "Oh, hey bud. You need to pee?" I asked. "Yeah," he replied, "but you don't have to leave." Bonus! "Okay, bud. I'll just brush my teeth," I replied as I pulled out my bathroom kit and searched for my brush and paste. While he drained his snake I stole quick glances at his crotch. He had seen mine, why shouldn't I look? He may look ten but his cock was definitely that of a thirteen year old. His balls had descended and there was the smallest patch of downy hair at the base of his cock. I didn't get much of a look as he was little and so was the size of his bladder. He finished and went out into the bedroom to find the video we had rented. I finished getting ready for bed and eased under the covers next to him. After watching the first movie, neither of us was tired so I turned on Letterman. I turned the volume down low enough to hear but also low enough to talk easily over and waited. I wanted him to initiate the conversation. I didn't have to wait long. "Can I ask you a question?" Cody said after the top-ten list. "Sure, Cody. What's up?" I replied. "It's embarrassing," he said, as was evident by his now spreading blush. He was only in his pajama short so I got the pleasure of watching the blush crawl down his neck and cover most of his hairless chest. "I won't make fun of you, buddy. You know that," I reassured him. I was getting hot with anticipation so I flung the comforter off my side of the bed. Now all that covered me was a thin sheet and a pair of sweats. After a long pause, he said, "I've been having these feelings lately. You know, sexual feelings." His blush, once receding, came back with a vengeance. "That's nothing to be ashamed of, you know. You're around the right age," I replied. "I first kissed a girl when I was your age." "What was that like?" he asked with interest. "Well, it was okay," I replied. What followed was a long silence broken only by the audience laughter on Letterman as he made one witty comment or another. To tell the truth, I don't think either one of us was listening anymore. And then Cody dropped the bomb. "How about boys? You ever kiss a boy?" It took him three tries to get it all out. Poor kid, no wonder he was a wreck. "Is that what this is about, Cody?" I asked. He nodded slowly with eyes that made my heart want to burst out of my chest. "Don't worry about it, buddy. To tell the truth, I've done a lot more than that." Of course, that had been when I was ten but I wasn't going to tell him that. "Really?" he asked, again giving me the puppy-dog eyes. "Does that make us freaks?" "No! Who told you that? You're father? It's about time you learned he's an idiot. My take on it is that it doesn't matter if it's a boy or girl. It's about who you're attracted to." His father was a homophobic asshole who believed that all the problems in the world could be attributed to gays and lesbians. "Am I gay?" he asked timidly. And there it was, the question that plagues more and more boys of this century. I knew from personal experience that that little question could eat boys alive with guilt and doubt. It took me a long time to work that out for myself, and here was my little cousin fighting with the same thing. "You may be, buddy. But so what? What's so bad about that?" I asked. "Isn't it wrong?" he asked back. "No. And people who say so are ignorant pricks. There's nothing wrong with it." I replied. He began to smile, just a little. I was glad I was helping. I could tell he had been wrestling with this for some time. Shortly after he shuffled over next to me, wrapped his arms around my neck, and planted a wet smooch on my lips. "Thanks, Brandon. I was really worried that there was something wrong with me." My cock took a little jump at his kiss, something I'm sure he felt, but I simply hugged him to me and said, "No problem, kiddo." He held the hug a little longer and then proceeded to cuddle next to me. He watched TV for a moment and then asked, "You got a boner when I kissed you, didn't you?" It was my turn to blush. "Yeah. You're cute as hell. I couldn't help it." He just smiled at this and snuggled closer into my side. I was in heaven just being next to him. "Could I kiss you again?" he asked a moment later. "If you want," I replied, almost calmly. He wasted no time in climbing back up on me and kissing me. This time it was a real kiss, not just a family smooch. He closed his eyes and slowly touched his lips to mine. Our hearts were both beating so fast I thought we'd both die right there, in each other's arms. He held the kiss for some time and sat back down next to me. Now he had one arm over my middle and rested his head on my bare chest. I looked down at his crotch to see his shorts being tented by his now fully erect penis. "Looks like I'm not the only one with a boner." My own pants were tented out as well. He just smiled at me, a contented look on his face. After a while he timidly asked, "You ever jack off, Bran'?" "Yeah. Quite often, actually. How about you?" Most semblances of embarrassment had disappeared in our mutual closeness. "I tried once but I didn't feel anything," he admitted. He looked a little ashamed of his failure. I decided to take a big leap. "You want to watch me? You might learn something," I asked. His eyes immediately lit up with excitement. "Really?" "Yeah. It won't freak you out?" I asked. "No way. I do take gym class, you know. I've seen lots of cocks," he admitted with pride. I decided to give up any pretense and pulled my sweats down to my ankles. I flung them to the floor and sat, totally naked, next to the first real love of my life. Cody's eyes grew wide as he stared at my now fully erect cock. It wasn't huge, by any standards, but compared to a thirteen-year-old's it sure was. I noticed the tent in his shorts had gotten a little bigger. Without a word and while holding him to my side with one hand, I grabbed my cock with the other and slowly began to stroke it. His eyes took in every detail, every wrinkle, every movement. He seemed to be glued to my cock as I slowly began to feel the first tickles of sexual pleasure. As I continued to pump slowly, I noticed his hand rubbing his own little rod through the material of his shorts. "Go ahead," I whispered into his ear, "take it out and show me your cock, Cody." He turned his head to look at me for just a second, a look of total involvement on his face. He turned back to stare at my masturbation while he slowly pulled his shorts down to his knees and then off his feet. He wore nothing under his pajama shorts. His own manhood sprang free of the material and rose before me like some eastern temple. I felt my own eyes glued to his beautiful boy cock as he wrapped his own hand around it and matched my stroke pace. "Oh, wow. It feels so much better this time," he whispered. His eyes were still glued to my own actions. I began to speed up as the pleasure began to mount. He sped up right along with me. The warmth radiating from his body pressed into mine was driving me to heights of pleasure I hadn't achieved before. "Unnn. It's starting to feel funny," he moaned as he speeded up his pumping. "That's okay, buddy. It's supposed to," I replied. We were now totally into it. Letterman was totally forgotten in our mutual pleasure. It was then that I took another leap. "You wanna do it to each other?" I asked. "Really? I've never done that," he replied shakily. "Well, no surprise there, kiddo. You haven't ever masturbated either," I replied. He answered me by timidly reaching over and wrapping his small hand around my rod. He gasped as he felt he pulsing heat but he was soon pumping it like a pro. The pleasure skyrocketed throughout my body. I was going to cum in no time. I wasted no time in grabbing his lonely cock and doing the same for him. His own gasp and his half-closed eyelids evinced his own heightened pleasure. Neither of us talked for some minutes as we both delved deep into our pleasure. Not long later he gasped, "You'd better stop. I feel like I have to pee!" "That's okay buddy. You're about to have an orgasm, that's all. Remember that from Sex-ed?" His sex-addled brain worked for a second before he nodded his head. The little jumps his cock was making in his hand told me he was really close. I wasn't that far off myself. In no time he was trembling all over as his orgasm came closer and closer. He opened his eyes fully as his cock began to clench rhythmically in my hand. Soon, small drips of off- white boy cum began to dribble out of his throbbing cock. His whole being was wrapped up in it; he saw nothing, heard nothing. I released some of my grip and the reduction in pressure caused his cum to spurt a few inches into the air. He had spasmed ten times and he was still cumming. Just as his own spurts began to subside, I came myself. My own orgasm was stronger, my penis having had way more practice, and my own cum flew into the air and landed on my chest. It felt awesome. I had never felt anything so all encompassing. It was almost a religious experience, difficult to explain. As my own explosion subsided I heard a most contented sigh from my new little lover. Looking over at him I noticed he was sound asleep, a huge smile plastered on his face. I longed to join him in oblivion but I didn't want to end up smelling like a whorehouse either. I reached over to the nightstand and retrieved a copious amount of tissue. After cleaning up my own splatters, I proceeded to wipe up his nubile little body. I took my time rubbing his whole body, those parts I could reach without disturbing him. I took in every curve, every dimple. I threw the tissues into the trashcan next to the bed, and looked back at my lover. I could see in my mind all the possibilities our relationship could bring. Down by his now shrunken cock I noticed a drop of his semen that I had missed. I scooped it up with my finger and licked it clean. He tasted so sweet and so satisfying that I was immediately driven to suck this little god off as soon as practical. Before that came about, sleep was waiting. I was emotionally and physically drained. Just before drifting off to sleep, I turned the TV off and pulled the sheet over our naked bodies. In his sleep, Cody shuffled around and ended up spooned with me, his round buttocks firmly pressed against my crotch. Someday, I thought to myself, someday. To be continued, if I get enough feedback . . .