Catching Cody

Heres a story you might want to post. Let me know if the format is no good.

I didn't write this story but I am submitting it for a friend that did. He says it's about me but he uses a different last name for me. My looks are like the Cody in the story but my personality is sorta different. If you like it and want to make comments you can send them to me Codyjack@hotmail.com and I will pass them along to the guy that wrote it.

Author: This story contains scenes of sexual encounters between consenting teenage boys. Much of the sex involves excretion. If any of this offends you, please don't read it. If, however, you like it, please let me know. --Owen Neal

CATCHING CODY

It was about 10:30 in the evening when the phone rang; I was a little surprised that it was Sean calling.

"Hey, Sean, I though you were going over to Cody's tonight"

"I did. Just got home. Wow!"

"Lucky bastard!" I wondered if he could here the spike of envy in my voice. "So? It was as fabulous as ever? Mr. Barnes let you feast on his big cock to your heart's content?"

"Robby, he was so hot tonight! His dick was hard as steel...made my throat sore, man! And when he came...fuck...he almost drowned me with his cream." I could feel Sean drifting off on the memory of his scene with Cody Barnes.

"Ahem... I'm still here, bitch" I said.

"Yes, oh, right. Here's the thing, bitch. He finally did it! He said you could come with me the next time I go over to do him! Can you believe it? I've been working on this for weeks now. How about some thanks, bitch?

I was surprised, elated, scared...and instantly erect. Cody Barnes, the hottest boy in school, the object of sex fantasies for every gay boy and most of the girls at Whitman High School, where I, and Cody, were just about to finish the 11th grade. Since junior high school Sean and I, along with Brian, the third member of our faggot/friends group, had formed almost a secret Cody Barnes fan club. We surreptitiously followed him around, reporting to each other on his activities, what he wore, which guys he was hanging out with, which girls he was seeing. Our most important "assignments" involved slipping into the showers at gym to observe his anatomical progress over the years. We noted how his chest deepened, how his biceps grew sinewy, when hair started to appear on his pubes and, most important of course, how his penis lengthened and thickened until it had achieved its current quite remarkable proportions.

A few months ago Sean finally got his courage up and slipped an anonymous note into Cody's locker saying how much he wanted to go down on him and what an awesome cocksucker he was (he is! he is!) and would Cody meet him so he could prove it. Brian and I could hardly believe it when Cody showed up to meet Sean. He must have found Sean acceptable (Sean is certifiably cute) because they went over to Sean's after school and Sean did prove it. Since then Sean has been servicing Cody maybe twice a week and can't help regaling Brian and me with the details of Cody's allure, attitude, and orgasms. These graphic reports usually resulted in orgasms for the three of us as well.

"Yeah, thanks Sean. I mean it's wonderful. I'm really excited! So what will we do? Do I just get to watch or can I blow him too?"

"Well, it's a little complicated. But no problem, Robby, you're gonna love it, I know. Can you come over now? I'll tell you all about it?"

I was at Sean's in ten minutes and he explained the terms on which Cody was going to let me participate. Now, as Sean well knows, I am an ass-man. I mean I love dicks, especially dicks on cocky straight boys, and esecially big ones like Cody's. However, it's the butts on those same boys that drive me wild. Spotting a particularly alluring one has more than once caused problems in the front of my pants and has driven me to the boys' s room to recover or seek auto-relief. Don't get me wrong. I don't think about fucking boys like Cody and his hot jock buddies. I mean I have fucked Sean and a few other guys and enjoyed it but with the golden boys it's my mouth I want to use on their butts. I wasn't quite sure just what I want to do with my mouth; I just know I wanted to do it!

Sean explained it like this. He had finished blowing Cody who was now half asleep face down on the bed. Daringly, Sean started petting Cody's smooth little buns. He even ran his fingers down the crack and was not rebuffed. He got bolder still and gently pried Cody's buttocks apart to get a look at his anus. There it sat, perfect and rosy. Very gingerly he touched Cody's asshole with his finger and then he said, "You know, Cody, uh,Robby, this friend of mine? I told you about him before. He's gay like me."

"Yeah, so? What the fuck do I care," from Cody.

"He thinks you have the most beautiful ass he's ever seen. And he's never even seen it up close like this. I think he's do your ass for you if you want."

"Do what, exactly?"

"Well, you know...put his lips on it, rim you with his tongue."

At that point I had interrupted. "You told him that, Sean? That I would rim him? God! Why did you say that. You have never done it for him, have you?"

"No, but I know how fascinated you are with Cody's ass and I thought that would be a good way to get him to let you join in. You know, you could rim him while I sucked him. If you got him real hot with your tongue, he might let you come around front too."

I had told Robby that I might not be able to perform this service, even for Cody. I had never done it for anyone. He replied that he knew I could and that it was the best way for me to approach Cody. Sean is my best friend and I know he was trying to helping me satisfy my strong desire for Cody Barnes but I also know he felt that if he were to find someone to give Cody rimjobs he could more surely establish himself as Cody's chief cocksucker. I was supposed to go home and think about whether I could do what Cody and Sean seem to want me to do.

As I lay on my bed later that night, my hard cock throbbing in my hand, I conjured up the image of Cody Barnes in all his glory...slender, well-muscled body, smooth poreless skin, tousled dirty blond hair, penetrating grey eyes, arrogant smile, big, luscious cock and that fantastic pair of buns. I got dizzy thinking of the shape of his pert, tight buttocks, round as a pair of melons and smooth as marble. And fucking Sean had got to see inside his crack! No hair at all, he said. Not even a dark ring around his hole, he said. Just this little pink rosebud of an anus, waiting to be loved. I stroked myself a few times and felt my orgasm approaching. Another stroke and I began to erupt. The last image in my delirious mind was Cody standing naked before the urinal in the boys' room at school, holding his dick and aiming a long arch of golden piss at the porcelain while my face was buried between those glorious buns. Why in fuck had I imagined that scene?

At school the next day I ate lunch as usual with Sean and Brian. We were reluctant to tell Brian about Cody's decision for fear of arousing our friend's understandable envy. Cody Barnes allowing Brian any access to his body was just unthinkable and all three of us knew it. Brian is, well, chubby. But it did come out and Brian seemed to accept the unjust rules of sexual competition as lived by teenagers. As best I could tell, he seemed happy for me. I suppose Brian is as much in love with Sean and me as we two are with Cody, a godlet entirely beyond Brian's most fervent fantasies. In any case he made a remarkable offer. He had some experience with rimming, having been enticed to do it to a handsome older cousin. He said I could watch him rim Sean and he promised to use his tongue on me too so I could learn the technique and thus perform satisfactorily for Cody. Neither Sean nor I had had sex with Brian since junior high school but this 'training session" seemed just weird enough to be fun.

Later that afternoon Brian rimmed each of us in turn while we were entwined in a sisty-nine on Sean's big king-size bed. Sean can really suck cock and I came gloriously in his mouth (but while fantasizing about Cody Barnes, I must admit.) When I calmed down and could concentrate on my lesson I watched Brian continue to lick Sean's asshole. Brian drew back and showed it to me, surrounded by some dark hairs and still wet with his spit.

First he said to Sean: "Babe, I think you should shave your little cunt here. Cody might want to fuck you sometime and he'll want a clean hole to bone."

And then to me: "Look, Robby. It's all wet and twitchy but it's still closed tight, right? You've got to suck on it to get it open so you can stick your tongue inside."

"Inside? No way!" said I.

"Yes way! you idiot. You're not going to please a boy, especially a boy like Cody who gets whatever sex he wants, unless your tongue goes inside him and licks him out good." He put his face to Sean's ass again and I could see his cheeks pull in as he sucked. Sean groaned happily and Brian shoved his face down more firmly and I suspected he had his tongue in Sean's rectum by now. Then Sean began panting and squirming and his dick hardened again and I was sure Brain's tongue had found its home. Brian extricated his face as Sean sighed with disappointment.

Our "teacher' said, "OK, Robby, you get on all fours with your legs spread apart. I'll do your asshole now cause you've got to know how it feels to do it right." Was this altruism on Brian's part or was he getting off on rimming us? I could not see his cock to ascertain his emotional state but I suspect his motives were mixed.

I felt Brian's tongue flutter around my asshole and start to seek entrance. He somehow contrived to get my sphincter to open. I felt like I was going to take a shit but Brian's tongue pushed in and the feeling subsided. It was extraordinary having someone do this to you. Half the nerve endings in your pelvic area are in your asshole and Brian's tongue seem to be stimulating all of them. I felt close to coming when my mind shifted so that somehow I was Cody and it was me, Robby, doing this to him! Brian stopped before I came and I felt so grateful to him and so turned-on that I pushed him face down on the bed and got on top his smooth plump body and just shoved my penis roughly into his hole. He yelped but as I fucked steadily and joyfully into him he first whimpered and then began to make pleasure sounds. Sean sat close to me and pushed his finger into my saliva-wet asshole and finger fucked me as I boned the now cooing Brian until my load shot out and filled his clutching asspipe. So ended the training session.

Later that week Sean told me he planned to be with Cody the night before the championship baseball game. Cody, our school's shortstop, was up for Most Valuable Player, and needed some stress relief, according to Sean. Yeah, sure. I don't think they were planning for Sean to merely give Cody a massage! In any case, our three-way was going to take place on Friday night, after the game. Cody would go out carousing with his teammates and Sean and I would wait in the car in front of his house until he got home. I was to bring some smokies, of which I had a good supply, and Sean would score some crystal meth which he said was very good for sex, especially if Cody had consumed a lot of alcohol with his buddies.

Friday night arrived. Sean and I were in my car on Cody's block about three houses up from the empty Barnes house. Cody's mother was conveniently out of town for the night. It was one a.m. and I was beginning to wonder if Cody might decide to stay away all night. My cock was so hard it was painful and had been since I first picked Sean up at ten-thirty. We had taken the crys soon after and the effects were beginning to mount. I was rather idly playing with Sean's cock through his loose cotton pants when we heard a car pull up and heard boisterous laughter.

Cody emerged, laughing and throwing punches back into the interior of the car. The street light glinted off his shoulder-length golden hair as he ambled toward his house. I noted he had a six pack under each arm. It was not until he had climbed onto his porch and shoved his key into the lock that he turned toward my car and lifted his chin to summon us.

I was short of breath as we hurried up the street and through the Barnes' front door. Cody was already sprawled on the couch with an open beer can in his hand. As Sean said, rather shyly, "Hey, Cody, " he looked me up and down and asked, "This is the dude who wants to make out with my butt?" Then that insolent smile of his. "I've seen him around. You are Robby, right?"

I managed to reply, "Right, Cody, I'm Robby. Uh, we have been going to school together since, uh, junior high. Nice to meet you finally."

Sean gave Cody the crys and he took it immediately.

"Yeah, whatever," Cody replied. Then, "Hey," looking at Sean, "get me another beer, dude. Take one for yourself if you want and he can have one too."

I was so fucking nervous! "Is the kitchen this way?" I asked. "I'll get the beers...be right back." I put the joints on the end table near the couch before I left the room.

I took the opportunity to check out Cody's house, peering quickly into dining room and bathroom before going to the kitchen and the refrigerator. Perfectly ordinary suburban singele-mother-and-son setup. The Barnes' appeared to be on a socio-economic level about like my family (I had heard his mother owned a dress shop in the mall); definitely above Sean's family who were always on the brink of financial disaster and definitely well below Brian's folks' elevated situation.

When I got back to the living room Sean was sitting on the floor at Cody's feet. They were both looking at some dumb movie playing on the TV and toking on the joints but Sean's hand was already creeping up Cody's denimed thigh toward a crotch rounded with what I knew to be substantial genital equipment. I popped the top of each beer and handed them to the oblivious boys. Cody rested his head on the couch back and seemed to pour the beer down his throat. Sean took a sip and put the beer down and turned toward Cody, his hand finally cupping the fullness of Cody's basket. I sat on a chair nearby and watched intently.

Sean looked at Cody, received some kind of message of permission and began to untie Cody's Nikes and to pull them off his feet. Then he removed Cody's socks. It had never before occurred to me how sexy a boy's feet can be. Cody's were large, slender, high-arched, smooth like all of him. Then Sean got on his knees and began to unbutton the fly of Cody's 501s. Cody pushed Sean away. He sat back down.

Cody lifted a bare foot and held it in front of Sean's face. Sean leaned forward and his tongue flicked out. He began licking the top of Cody's foot until it was lowered and the toes were pressing against his lips. Sean's lips parted and Cody pushed his toes into my friend's mouth. Sean sucked on Cody's toes, a dreamy look on his face, as they wiggled in his mouth. Sean lifted his other foot and Sean licked the sole.

Now he was permitted to unbutton Cody and to pull the clingy levis off his long legs. Meanwhile Cody lifted his arms and pulled off his T-shirt. I saw the golden thatch of hair in his armpits and read the musculature of his abs and pecs as the shirt lifted to reveal them. His nipples, dime size, were pink-brown and slightly protruding. Their vulnerability emphasized the hard sculpture of his sharply defined pecs. His torso was slim, his stomach flat and hard. There was no hair on Cody's chest but beginning at his furled navel a thin golden line traced down to disappear under the band of his briefs. The mound of flesh under the white cotton seemed to swell obscenely as Sean put his hand there and fondled Cody's genitals.

Sean leaned forward and buried his face in Cody's lap. His lips and nose sought contact with what lie under the fabric. Impatient, Cody brought his knee up into Sean's crotch and forced him away for a moment. Cody yanked his jockeys down his smoothly muscled legs and over his feet until they were free and flung them across the room. They landed near me and I reached down to pick them up and bring them to my face. I breathed in his scent as I registered my first look at Cody's magnificent organ in its erect splendor. It stood proud, more than eight inches of hard flesh at right angles to his thighs. He was cut and the narrow bell-shaped head fit over the shaft cunningly. He was all one color--cockhead, shaft, balls, loins, a shade slightly more pale than his tan belly and legs. I could see his big gaping urethra and a drool of shiny fluid coursing out of it. His shaft was smooth--a cylinder of marble. A silky thatch of hair only a bit darker than that on his head framed the throbbing organ and almost met in the space between his dick and the beginning of his balls. These were plum-sized, encased in a baggy, hairless sac of crinkled flesh. They rested proudly on the seat of the couch.

As I marveled over the beauty of Cody's sex, I continued to sniff his briefs. The smell of him combined with the aroma of marijuana permeating the room and made me feel even higher. In the pouch were slight yellow stains and some areas of stiff crust. Could this be residue of precum leaking from his penis, drying there? Hating myself, I inspected the seat of the briefs. Faint streaks of brown indicated an anus insufficiently wiped. How could he be so disgusting? How could he have known how intensely I longed to see this very thing? I pushed the fabric holding Cody's skidmarks against my nose and breathed in deeply, inhaling the essence of his inner body still represented there. Between sniffs and licks at the insides of Cody's shorts, I drank beer and smoked another joint.

As I looked back at the other boys I saw Sean, now naked too, kneeling between Cody's outspread legs. Cody continued pulling at the beer and taking deep drags on the doobie as Sean's tongue lapped up and down his erection while his fingers played with Cody's balls. Cody's hard cock gleamed with spit in the light from the lamp on the end table. Sean's tongue had found Cody's glans and was lapping all around it. I saw his tongue dart out and poke into Cody's pisshole before the sitting boy reached for the back of Sean's head and pull it sharply down over his crotch. The glistening organ slowly disappeared between Sean's lips as he accepted the entire length of it into his mouth and, of necessity, down his throat. His lips finally pushed against Cody's pubic thatch and he was impaled on the cock he worshiped. Sean did not flinch or gag but waited until Cody released his head and then began a slow, steady suck up and down the length of Cody's dick, using his tongue when he could. Cody finished another beer and dragged in some more smoke.

Cody glanced over at me and grinned. He grasped the still sucking Sean by the shoulders and got to his feet so that they were in profile to me in front of the couch. Sean was on his knees, Cody's hips thrusting forcefully into his face. I could see Sean's cheeks narrow and his lips pull out as Cody drew his cock back and the thickness of Cody's erection distending Sean's throat as he pushed it in. Sean's hands grasped Cody's buttocks.

He glanced at me again and said, looking down behind himself, "Get over here now, man."

After another quick toke, I scrambled out of my clothes and went to take my place, falling to my knees behind Cody. His smooth sinewy back loomed above me and those magnificent buns rocked back and forth before my face, flexing a little with each pump into Sean's mouth. Sean knew I was there and his fingers tightened their grip, pulling Cody's buttocks apart, showing me the deep crack. My first sight of Cody's asshole almost caused my heart to stop. Set at the bottom of his white, hairless cleft was a small ring of pink slightly corrugated flesh circling a tightly closed pucker, also rosy pink. My face was drawn forward like a magnet. My nose and lips pressed into Cody's declivity while his taut buns pressed against my cheeks. I inhaled an odor of soap, a little sweat, a muskiness too. My nose traveled down the crack and paused at the anal. ring and I breathed in even more strongly.

A faint odor of shit wafted from his orifice. But instead of being disgusted I was enthralled...I wanted...what? Now my lips reached his anus and brushed it with a gentle kiss which became more passionate. My tongue snaked out and explored the texture and contours of this most private place, swirling around the rough rubbery ring, gliding into the pucker, pushing gently at the tight closure. I remembered Brian's instructions and began to suck on Cody's asshole. I could feel it clenching and relaxing as he pumped into Sean's face.

I continued to suck his ring and suddenly it happened. The pucker released, the ring swelled, he was open to me. I drew back to look and saw a pink donut of swollen flesh encircling the opening into his rectum. The flesh inside him was a darker pink and shiny like satin. He groaned and reached back to pull my head into him. His thrusts into Sean's mouth had ceased for the moment. My tongue pushed out into his open chute. At first tentatively and then with abandon I swirled my tongue around inside him. I could feel the silky walls of his chute squeezing my tongue and then releasing so my tongue could continue its shameless explorations.

Obviously, he had been none to careful in cleaning himself inside since his last evacuation. Smears and small lumps of feces clung to the walls of his rectum until my tongue captured them to let them melt and suffuse my mouth with his flavor. The taste was mildly acrid, definitely funky, but with a savory hint of peanut. I was not repulsed. I probed deeper in search of more texture, more taste, continuing to suck on his ring as I did so. I reveled in what I was doing and blamed the weed and crys for making me do it.

There was no way to tell if Cody knew what my tongue was encountering inside him but I had the feeling he did. And that he expected it as his right, somehow. As my tongue worked away exploring his rectum it began to seem natural to me too that I should be "cleaning" him like this. It was as if his ass was so beautiful that it was my duty to keep it clean and tidy for him. All these thoughts were vague and fleeting of course. I was mainly focused on the feel of his sphincter clutching my tongue while his beautiful globes of flesh pressed my face.

Cody was squirming by then and had returned to fucking Sean's throat with deep brutal thrusts. I had trouble keeping my mouth on his asshole and my tongue up inside his chute. But I did. A huge push forward and he began to tremble. His sphincter and the muscle inside the pipe began to squeeze my tongue and I knew he was unloading a mighty orgasm down Sean's throat. Without touching myself I came, splattering Cody's calves and felt what only could be Sean's ejaculation spray my feet.

Cody stumbled forward against Sean and my tongue popped out of his asshole. He fell back almost prone on the couch, spent and replete one leg cocked and the other spread wide, his crotch wet with Sean's saliva and my spit slowly dribbling out of his still partly open asshole. He looked at us, said "Bitchin'!" and reached for another beer.

Sean smirked at me as he got to his feet. He walked to the bathroom and he soon came back with a wet cloth and a towel in his hand. He bent to Cody and washed and dried his genitals carefully and then ran the towel down over Cody's perineum and into his crack, carefully mopping up the saliva there. It seemed clear that this sort of tidying up was the usual procedure and I was struck by the virile power of guys like Cody over guys like Sean and me.

All three of us sat on the couch now, Sean in the middle. Another old movie ran. Sean had found another old joint in his pocket which we shared. I still felt the crys coursing through me, keeping my senses sharp and my sex need strong. Cody continued to drink beer. Glancing over at him I seemed to note a slight distending of his belly to accommodate the volume of brew he had put away.

Finally, Sean asked, "So Cody...did Robby do good for you? Was it hot having him make out with your hole?"

"Yeah, it was major, man. Fuckin' trip. Dunno why I have not had a rimjob before this."

Sean was quick to respond. "Well, look, I mean I could do that for you, you know. I wouldn't mind at all. Really, Cody!"

Cody turned toward him. "You wanna eat my butt too, huh? All you homos are into that?"

Sean continued. "Well, no, but you're different, Cody. With you it would not seem dirty or anything." And he got up off and lowered himself to the floor, face up. "You could sit on my face if you want. I bet I could really do it good that way."

Cody glanced down at him. I was sure the cock, lying lazily on his thigh, stirred,. "Your bud here, he really got his tongue inside my butthole. He licked me out. You into doing that?"

Sean gestured toward his face and grinned. "Have a seat! Try me," he said.

Cody did just that. He straddled Sean and lowered his rump onto Sean's upturned face. He settled himself and smiled as Sean's mouth must have gone to work. Cody looked over at me and beckoned to me with his forefinger.

I got on my knees beside him. His legs panelled Sean's supine body. Sean's penis was hard and beginning to leak precum. "Your buddy seems to love my asshole as much as you did, dude," he said to me in a low voice. I doubted Sean could hear us.

"Hey," Cody asked, "Could you taste my shit when you were doing that?" I was suddenly embarrassed. "Yes," I admitted, "sort of."

He grinned at me. "And you dug it?"

"God, Cody, I don't know....it just happened that way. It was cool, I guess" I couldn't look into his eyes.

Suddenly Cody's hand was on the back of my neck. He was pulling my face down to his crotch. I was going to be able to blow him! What a night this was turning out to be.

I opened my mouth for him and Cody pushed the head of his penis through my lips and then another few inches of his shaft. I could hear Sean grunting at his work as I experienced the incredible texture of Cody's cock in my mouth. The skin was warm and smooth as silk, the taste slightly coppery. I began to suck.

The heel of his hand wrapped sharply on my head. "Don't suck it, man! I don't want to get woody yet."

I ceased my exertions and just waited, my mouth merely a receptacle for his penis. Was he just resting?

But soon his intention became clear. A short burst of hot liquid shot out into my mouth, coating my tongue and accumulating under it. Cody planned to piss in my mouth!

His hands gripped my head to hold it in place. He quivered and then let his stream continue. It jetted out of his urethra with surprising force, quickly filling my mouth. The taste was salty but somehow tangy. I thrilled to the taste of it. I knew my cheeks were bulging with what he had deposited in my mouth. One hand now came down to my throat and his fingers splayed on my adams apple. He grunted softly, "Swallow it, dude. Just open your throat for me while I piss."

I did what he said. Gulping down the flood of urine streaming from Cody's cock also seemed "natural" and so perversely exciting that my hard cock threatened to erupt once again. Cody had consumed a lot of beer, I was consuming a lot of piss. I could feel my stomach fill with his hot fluid as he voided himself. Just as I thought the liquid would start to back up on me, he finished. I sucked the last drops of piss out of his now hardening cock. I nursed on his big organ until he seemed to have enough. He pushed me away and rose off of Sean's face.

Cody stood there while I looked at Sean's flushed and puzzled face. I couldn't tell if he realized what had just happened between Cody and me. Sean stroked his own erection and turned to look up at Cody. "Want me to blow you again?" he asked. "Do you wanna fuck me or what, Cody?"

Cody went back to the couch. "Uh uh," he answered. You better split now." Sean was disappointed but began to gather up his clothes. I did too.

Cody turned to me. "You can stay a while," he said. I was afraid to look at Sean. I fastened my gaze on the TV; heard Sean dress and walk to the door. He turned back and said, "Well I'll see you soon, OK, Cody?"

Cody merely said, "Later."

Sean said nothing to me. I heard the front door close behind him. I knew he had wanted to slam it.

Now Cody walked over and stood in front of me. His dick was still half hard. That cocky grin played on his lips.

"Know what I think?" he said. "I think you wanna really eat my shit now!" He turned and headed for the bathroom, saying "Cummon, dude."

CATCHING CODY II

I followed Cody into the bathroom. Of course I wasn't going to do what he said. Jesus, who the fuck did he think he was? Did he really believe that people wanted to eat his shit? God, what a conceited, egotistical bastard this guy was! But hey, I had not gotten to suck his cock yet. I wanted his hot semen spurting in my mouth. I had paid my dues and he owed me.

Cody was seated on the toilet playing with his cock when I entered the bathroom. He looked up at me with that supercilious grin of his. He was half erect and I could see a strand of precum already connecting his hand to his penis.

"Lay down on the floor, man. You can put that towel under your head if you want."

"Cody, just let me suck your dick OK? You're ready to cum again," I said, glancing at his boner, now extended to its full eight plus inches. It was so beautiful. I wanted to worship it.

"Forget that, " he responded. I like to see a really cute face on the end of my dick. Like your buddy...whatshisname." Was he losing interest in me? "But hey," he added. Maybe I will let you suck it if I get totally hot from shitting in your mouth."

I wanted so badly to please him. And it had been thrilling to have my tongue inside his rectum, exploring where nobody had probably ever gone before. The taste of his....well, let's be blunt, his shit....had not been that bad. Kind of interesting, in fact. And, I could not deny either that I was as hard as he was. My cock was telling me what it wanted my mouth to do.

I got down, supine, on the cold floor. He rose from the toilet and stepped over to straddle me, facing my feet. As he lowered himself onto my face I marveled at the perfection of his rump as it came closer and closer. He pulled his buns apart and the cutest little asshole in the world was revealed to me once more before he placed it precisely on my lips and settled himself.

I could hear him stroking his hard-on as he said, "Lick it and suck on it like you did before. Get that fucker opened up, dude."

My lips, then my tongue, did his bidding. The incredible texture of his puckered anus responded to my ministrations, swelling, distending, finally snapping open. My tongue leapt up his opened hole. He pushed down as I pushed up. Suddenly I felt something lodged in the confines of the satiny tube where my tongue was trapped. The blunt end of it was firm, smooth. I tasted his feces on my tongue once more. Now my mind was trapped too. I was a prisoner of his desires, which were my desires too.

The turd began to descend down his chute. It pushed my tongue back down out of him until it broke through the opening of his asshole. Now I could feel the rounded end of the turd beginning to slide through my lips, entering my mouth. Nothing in the world could have stopped this. I shot off spontaneously as it slid over my tongue and rested there as if it was in its rightful place. I was mortified that he could see what he had done to me but ecstatic too that I could prove my devotion, my adoration, this way.

"Eat it man, " Cody said. "Eat my shit."

It was all in my mouth now. Perhaps four inches of a log of shit warm with the temperature of Cody's body. The taste was indescribable. Musky but somehow wonderfully compelling. It was Cody's! It would become mine! I chewed the soft mass until it was masticated enough for me to begin to swallow. Three...four...five gulps and it was down my throat. I seemed to be able to track the progress of his shit as it slid down my gullet and piled up in my stomach. I had never been so sexually aroused even though I had climaxed a few moments before.

Cody's voice was satisfied too as he pulled his buttocks off my face, reached back to spread them again, and said, "Clean my asshole now, dude. Lick it nice and clean for me."

His crack in the region of his anus was streaked with dark brown shit. I raised my head and slurped up and down in his crack sufficient to clean the waste and uncover once more the pristine pinkness of his flesh. "Inside too," he grunted and my tongue pushed inside his still-gaping asshole, probing and licking until Cody's chute too was clean of feces. When I finally pulled my tongue back out again, his anus snapped closed once more, resuming its furled, inviolate appearance as if my job was done.

He swiveled around until he faced me, his saliva -coated butt resting on my chest. I knew he was looking at my mouth. He must be so disgusted with me. But his cock was stoney hard.

"Gimme a minute to unwood here a little," he said. "I'll piss in your mouth to clean it up then you can suck me off. I don't wanna put my dick in your mouth when it's all shitty."

A bit later I opened my mouth to him and he aimed his stream into it, using his cock like a garden hose to wash down my teeth, tongue, gums, the roof of my mouth. I had to swallow hard and fast to keep any of his urine from spilling out of my mouth. When the state of my mouth met his specifications he pushed his hardening penis inside and let me suck on it until it was fully tumescent.

He then began a deep, steady, relentless fucking of my throat, heedless of my comfort or indeed my ability to breathe. But of course it was just what I wanted. My hands reached around him, my fingers in his crack, one approaching his tight hole. I was allowed to insert it and I marveled that I had just consumed what came out of this wondrous place. His balls were banging against my chin each time he drove forward so I could sense when they drew up toward his body. He shuddered violently, pushed in so far this pelvic bone slammed into my face, and began to ejaculate wad after wad of hot jizm into my battered throat. The creaminess of his semen seemed to soothe the tissue he had fouled with his turd, stung with his piss, scraped with his massive cock. I came again without using my hands. His last spurts were delivered after he pulled back and I caught them in my mouth. I could feel them spurt from his urethra and taste the salt/sweet soapiness of Cody's cum.

He lay prone and spent upon me for a while and then pulled himself to his feet. "You were OK, dude," he said, glancing down at me. I had truly pleased him!

As I cleaned myself up a little and got dressed, I asked him, "Uh, Cody...do you think...well...do you think we could get together again?"

He looked me straight in the eyes. That smile again. "I guess," he said. "Let's see how it goes, OK?"

I almost staggered to my car in the dark street. Sean, waiting in the passenger seat, really startled me. I had completely forgotten he would need a ride home."So you got to suck him, huh, bitch?" he asked as I got in the car. His voice was angry, hurt.

"Well, yeah. It was pretty incredible, Sean, he's so amazingly hot." I was not going to tell Sean what had happened. I was just not ready to admit, even to him, how far I had gone.

"You think I don't know how hot Cody is, you faggot! I been doing him for months, Robby." He paused. "And now,I've rimmed his ass too. Plus, I know he wants to fuck me too. I can tell."

"Well, he probably does," I said, starting the car. I kept my head facing forward. I did not want Sean to smell my breath.

In bed that night (after brushing my teeth for about ten minutes!) I of course turned over in my mind what Cody and I had done. I considered that his shit was there, lying in my belly. I had never felt so humiliated. But my cock was hard; there was no denying my body's memory of his use of me. Being full of what Cody had expelled made me feel complete in some way and bonded to him in a pairing of dominance and submission. Slowly I stroked myself to another powerful orgasm while I relived every moment of what had transpired.

I hung out with Sean and Brian as usual the next day. Saturday was our day for the mall and later we sat around at Brian's place. Sean was suspicious of what might have happened the night before in those minutes when his face was beneath Cody's butt, eating out his asshole for the first time.

"What were you two doing?" he asked repeatedly. "It didn't feel like you were sucking his dick then."

Finally I admitted it. I told them that Cody Barnes had pissed in my mouth. Both my friends were shocked, Sean even more than Brian, who asked, "And you just swallowed his piss? God! What was that like?"

I replied, "Well I guess I just must be totally perverted. At least where he's concerned. It was just about the hottest thing I have ever done...it was incredible."

I had to describe the act in minute detail, reporting how it felt, tasted, how he acted, the whole thing. Sean later said that he could not have done that himself...it was too disgusting...but that he was rather impressed with, and aroused by, my adventure. Brian volunteered he wished it could have been him drinking the urine of the glorious Cody. I said not a word about my other, even more extreme, submission to Cody.

Monday in school I was terrified about encountering Cody. When I finally did run into him unexpectedly passing the other way in the corridor (he was with Henry Martinez) our eyes locked for a brief instant until I looked down. But I caught the subtle wink and definite smirk as we passed. As I turned to watch them retreat down the hall, Cody, not turning his head, reached behind himself and ran his fingers down the seam in the middle of his Levi-clad rump, pointing out to me where my face had been and what my mouth had been doing on Friday night. How could he have known I would be watching? He was fucking diabolical! I was fucking woody again!

Cody's new-found friendship with Henry was the subject of intense interest on Sean's part. When Brian asked if he thought they were fooling around he got a withering and contemptuous look from Sean.

"Please," he said. "How can you be that dumb? Those boys are both straighter than ice. What's cool," he explained, "is that Henry is Latino. He's from L.A. I heard." Henry had transferred to Whitman High at the beginning of the semester. He was dark-haired, dark eyed-eyed and indisputably hot. He went out for baseball and turned out to be the best long ball hitter the coach had seen in years.

"I don't get it," I said. "You mean you just like to see those two hunks together, or what?"

"They are beautiful together," Sean replied dreamily. "But that's not it. Mexican guys are used to fucking whoever they want. The one that does the fucking..or the getting sucked, for that matter...is not considered to be a maricon'. Which is what they call faggots." He smiled. "I think maybe he will convince Cody that shoving his big bone up my tight pussy is not going to make him turn queer."

"You think straight guys talk about stuff like that?" asked Brian.

"Everybody talks about sex, honey. All the time," said Sean.

It was looking like Sean was turning out to be correct about Henry's influence on Cody. Cody had alluded to his fucking Sean several times during their recent suck-sessions, which were still a regular thing. (Cody and I, alas, had not hooked up again since that infamous night.) Now amazingly, we were in the midst of planning a "production". It was to be next Sunday afternoon at Brian's house. He had volunteered the premises so beseechingly that Sean persuaded Cody to let "that fat guy" join the upcoming frolic. So here was the cast of characters: Penetrators...Cody and Henry; Penetratees....Sean and Robby; Assistant Director/Best Boy/Grip...Brian.

As the day approached we three spent our time grooming our bodies, scoring the necessaries, and endlessly discussing what might happen. We promised Brian that we would contrive to get him access to as much stud-dick as we possibly could once action on this project had begun.

Sean and Henry walked into Brian's sumptuous living room at about 2:30 on Sunday afternoon. Brian's parents were off until late that night. We were pretty tweaked already and soon made sure our visitors had gotten to the same state. Henry's presence must have emboldened Cody and Sean because in no time they were naked on the big couch. Cody sat sprawl legged while Sean was stretched prone perpendicular to him and his head was bobbing over Cody's crotch, sucking his towering boner. Henry watched smiling, rubbing the full mound of flesh under his fly and looking over at me from time to time with no embarrassment at all. Finally, Henry got to his feet and began unbuttoning his shirt.

I felt bold too and walked up to him saying, "Can I help?"

"Fuckin right, buddy, go for it!" He grasped my shoulders and pushed me down to the floor and lifted his foot for me to remove his sneakers. I did and his socks too and, taking a leaf from Sean's book of a few weeks before, I lay on the floor and licked both Henry's feet and sucked on his toes. He laughed delightedly and I soon rose and helped him off with his jeans and shirt, then his boxers. His naked body was magnificent. Sleek and muscled, a little bulkier than Cody, with a small patch of black hair in the middle of his chest, abundant jet-black hair on his pubes, and a silky covering on his thighs and calves. I peeked behind. His full round buttocks also had a thin covering of downy black hair. Henry's penis, now hard and proud, was almost as long as Cody's but slightly thicker. He was uncut and he idly moved his foreskin forward and back over the now sticky glans of his organ. I could see that Brian, sitting nearby and frantically rubbing himself, was amazed and impressed. He had never been this close to an uncut guy before.

My hands took over from Henry's own. I stroked his big dick and weighed his heavy balls in my other hand. I dropped to my knees and looked up at him. "Suck it now, man, show me how good you blow," he commanded. I did just that, welcoming the steel of his erection into my mouth and slid my lips back and forth over its length, feeling the smooth skin of it all the way down my throat. He began to pump into my face, faster and faster. Sean and I were performing the same functions for our "penetrators." Now was the time to bring Brian in. Besides, I wanted a taste of the back end of Henry. I took my mouth from his dick and looked up at him, smiling.

"Henry...could I rim you for a while? I do it really good. Brian can suck your dick"

His pleasure interrupted, he frowned and looked nonplused for a moment, but said, "Yeah OK," and then to Brian, "Hey, tubby...get over here man...your chance to suck dick!"

Brian, trembling and anxious, fell to his knees while Henry swiveled to present his butt to me and his cock to Brian. We both fell to. Since Henry soon began pumping his hips again I assumed Brian was doing an adequate job. I covered Henry's hard buns with kisses and then placed my mouth just below the small of his back where his crack began. My tongue flicked out and my head traveled downward. My chin parted Henry's buttocks while my tongue traced the flesh at the base of his crack. I pulled back to check out his asshole and found it splendid. Not as stupendous as Cody's I thought but completely fascinating anyway. It was larger than Cody's, more puffy, and a thin ring of black hairs surrounded it. My inspection was halted as his hand reached out to the back of my neck to yank my face into him. "Eat that hole bitch...stick your faggot tongue inside."

I did not need to suck on his anus to get it relaxed. My tongue swirled around the rim of it and then went straight inside. He was obviously a little more fastidious than Cody, or perhaps just less shameless, because his rectum seemed clean, as if he had taken pains to wash it. But I could still taste the muskiness of his interior and I reveled in the texture of his smooth tube. I got lost in my labors and was startled to feel Henry's sphincter clench tightly on my tongue as he shuddered. I knew he had come in Brian's mouth and watched in disappointment as he disengaged from both of us and flopped onto a chair, showing us his saliva drenched genitals, spent now and lewdly on display. Brian's face was smeared with cum. It dripped from his lips too as he rapidly brought himself off, still kneeling where Henry had left him.

Cody and Sean had obviously climaxed too. They were seated side-by-side on the couch, Sean's hand encircling Cody's big soft cock. Cody had hardly acknowledged me so far. I wondered what was coming next.

Our studs rested while the three of us got them beers and fired up some new joints. We listened to some music.

After a while, Henry said, looking at Cody, "So, dude when we gonna fuck these maricones? Yours has a real cute butt on him." Did Sean actually blush? Cody pushed Sean away. "Go over there, man," he said to him. "Henry's got something for you."

Sean knelt next to Henry's chair and began to suck on his dick. I got a nod from Cody and sat down next to him on the couch, leaned over and began to lick his balls. I could sense Cody's cock start to rise again.

With Cody's wonderful erection in my mouth now, I looked over to see Sean stretch out on the floor face down and Henry kick his legs apart, drop down between them, push Sean's rump into position and then slick some KY (thoughtfully left at hand by Brian) all over his boner. He aimed it Sean's ass and with one thrust sank himself in Sean to the hilt. Sean yelped in pain and I could see tears in his eyes and hear him whimper as Henry fucked him mercilessly.

Not to be outdone, Cody pulled me to my feet and led me over next to Henry and Sean. He told me to get on the floor face up. I was sure he wanted to sit on my face again. I was ready...God i was dying!...to rim him again. I just hoped he was not planning to go further, here with all these people, once he had his asshole on my mouth. But he surprised me by lifting my legs and putting the head of his cock at the entry to my asshole. He ignored the tube of KY Brian offered him. He hawked some spit onto his cock and then he pushed forward and I felt this white-hot, searing pain rip through me. I though for a moment I would pass out with it but Cody continued to push his boner inch by inch into my ass. When I finally felt the hair of his pubes against my butt cheeks I thought he would pause and let me get used to him but he began immediately to pump in and out of me. It was minutes before the pain went away...or I ceased to be aware of it...and I could luxuriate in the powerful fucking Cody administered to my poor bruised asshole.

Henry turned Sean over face up so that now he was in my position. He climbed back into the saddle and fucked Sean brutally, seemingly keeping time with Cody's thrusts into me. Meanwhile Brian alternated kissing the seesawing butts of the two studs, whispering "is it OK?" and trying to stuff his tongue into their twitching assholes. I saw Henry and Cody exchange studly smirks. I looked over at Sean, whose head was turned toward me, and we too smiled at each other. Cody and Henry orgasmed within seconds of each other. I had come minutes before. I suppose Sean and Brian got off too.

While Cody and I lay side by side, resting from our efforts, Cody turned so he was face down. The others were elsewhere in the room. I saw Cody reach behind himself and find his own asshole with his forefinger. I was on my side facing him. He pushed his finger deep into himself, his intrusion aided by the saliva that Brian must have left in there. I could see him wiggling his finger in his own rectum. Then he turned to me and put that finger against my lips. I, of course, immediately opened my mouth. He poked his digit in. I could feel crumbs of Cody's shit on his finger. The taste of it exploded in my mouth, rocked my brain so intensely that I hardened up again.

He looked down at my crotch, smiled the Cody smile, and said, "Me and you are goona get together again, dude. Soon."

Later, Henry and Cody exchanged "penetratees." I got fucked by Henry, laying face down and Sean finally got what he wanted from Cody while he crouched on all fours and Cody fucked him like a boydog fucking a bitchdog.

Before Cody and Henry were to split Cody seemed to think of one last item. He turned to Henry and asked, "Bro, do you always have to piss after you come? I do, man."

Henry looked at him quizzically. "Yeah, so?" he said.

Cody lifted his chin at us, standing together in the middle of the living room. He said, "These bitches...they take it man...they love to drink your piss," and, turning to us, "dontcha?"

Before Sean or I could speak, Brian blurted, "Sure Cody, if you guys want to. We can all go in the bathroom."

So here we were lined up in Brian's oversized bathtub, the three of us...."Cody's Boys". We were still naked but Cody and Henry were dressed. But each one held his own soft dick and both hoses were aimed squarely at us. First Cody, then Henry began to piss. The thick streams hit me and my friends, drenching our chests, crotches, legs. Without looking at my companions, I fell to my knees and opened my mouth. Cody's urine splashed inside my mouth and I swallowed and caught some of Henry's too as he found his target. I heard Brian drop next to me and knew he was getting some too. I looked over at Sean. His face was a study in indecision but then he looked at Cody's big pissing dick and he too got on his knees and opened himself to the will of our "penetrators", swallowing rapidly as they emptied their piss-loads down our thirsty throats.

Here's a fact I learned that afternoon: the bladders of two hot studboys contain enough piss to fill the bellies of three eager gayboys.

CATCHING CODY III

Our last year at Whitman High School ran it's course. Classes, exams, SATs, parties, and all the rest of it. My grades and SAT scores were pretty good and I applied to Stanford. So were Brian's. He applied to Brown, where he was a "legacy", his father, a major financial contributor, having gone there himself. Sean was getting better and better parts in the plays put on by the local community theatre group. There was a rumor that the group's director, impressed by Sean's apparent acting ability and undeniable good looks, had contacted a friend, a Hollywood talent agent, about him. None of us really knew what Cody's plans were. Our interest in him were pretty definitely here-and-now. For all of that year, though, the three of us thought of ourselves as "Cody's Boys."

Sean's relationship with Cody continued. Only now, our friend was getting fucked regularly. Cody must have decided that fucking boys, especially if they were as pretty as Sean, did not diminish his machismo. Naturally, Sean continued to provide on-demand oral services to Cody and he got used to drinking Cody's piss too, when told to. He said to me that even though he preferred the flavor of a good Chardonay to Cody's urine, he found it oddly exciting to make Cody happy, to do what he was told. I thought Sean was crazy. What was the best wine compared to that incomparable stream issuing from our demigod? But, during the first part of that final year, I had little chance to experience any such thing. Despite Cody's assurance that we would "hook again," I had not heard from him.

Henry called me a few times. (Well, I called him a few times too!) We got together for sessions in which he would fuck me three or four times. He was great, but he was not Cody. And he was not very sleazy either...no piss, no shit (believe me, I'm not at all sure I would have taken that from him, but, hey, it's hot to be asked!) just... fuck my mouth/fuck my ass/ pat my head/say good bye. Fortunately for him, Brian was asked to join several times and was ecstatic over being included, as he had fallen completley in love with Henry's big uncut dick and treated it accordingly.

Along about March, things with Cody and me began to heat up. We ran into each other at a Friday night party and finding ourselves momentarily and privately together he said, "Dude...tomorrow morning is Saturday, right? Come over to my house in the morning, OK? My bedroom is in back, next to the driveway. It's got a private door. I'll leave it open. But don't wake me up, man. You just wait til i wake up." Did I agree? Do bears shit in the forest?

I spent the night tossing and turning, wondering what would be the best time to show up at Cody's in the morning. I wanted to be there early enough to demonstrate my devotion to him but if I arrived too early I realized I would have to watch him sleep, wait for him to awaken. That would be torture! Impossible!

I finally decided that 10 a.m. would be optimal and, relieved, caught a few hours sleep. I was walking up the Barnes driveway, of course, at 9:15. I was relieved to note that his mother's car was not there.

The door was indeed open. I let myself into Cody's room. He was fast asleep in bed. I lowered myself into a chair and prepared to wait. I watched as the sun shifted to shine in the window behind him, illuminating the gold of his hair and glinting on the down of his forearms. At one point, he pushed down to his waist the blanket covering him and, unknowing, revealed to me the chiselled perfection of his pecs and rippled abs. Soon after, he turned over, kicking his legs so that one became uncovered. There was calf, thigh, and yes, one smooth, round buttock, almost to the crack. I had been playing with myself and now became even more frantic. When I next looked toward the bed Cody was flat on his back, his eyes open and staring at me. They shifted down his torso to observe the impressive tent at his groin.

He swept the bed linen to the side and displayed his huge piss hard-on to me. It rose from his finely-haired pubes like an archway to heaven, long enough to point to a spot on his belly, well north of his navel.

"Dude," he said. "Does this make you thirsty? I got to piss so bad...get the fuck over here!"

I sat next to Cody on the bed and let my fingers feel the warmth of his cock. My hand gripped the shaft about midway and I pumped a little, thrilling to the feel of the smooth skin sliding up and down over the incredible hardness within.

"Fuck, man...I told you I had to whiz! Get your mouth on it," he said as he pushed my face down over his erection. No sooner had the elegantly shaped helmet of his glans entered my mouth than his stream started. A powerful jet of hot piss scorched the roof of my mouth. I struggled to get my tongue onto his now dilated urethra, to experience this torrent. He was pissing so mightily that my tongue was blasted out of the way. I remembered to begin to swallow as my mouth filled with Cody's hot, acrid urine.

He pissed for a long time. We were in perfect sync, Cody streaming and me swallowing. That he was erect while doing it meant I could get his penis part way down my throat and feel his piss spraying my gullet too. I had expected a foul taste because it was his first urination of the day but to me he was producing pure champagne! I felt my belly rapidly filling with what he was giving me but just before I was sure it could start to back up, his stream started to abate. I sucked to get the last of it and as the final drops squeezed out onto my tongue, I felt his hand fall on my back. He patted me and said, "Good going, dude."

He was still hard of course and I kept him in my mouth. He rolled us over so he was on top and proceeded to fuck my mouth with strong even strokes until he came, coating my piss-soaked mouth and throat with his creamy jism.

I asked him then if I should undress and he said, "Dude, do I give a fuck? You can do what you want with that." I slipped out from under him and removed my clothes. I had shot off in my underwear but I was hard again, a fact he did not miss.

I got back into bed, my body curled half way down its length. He was on his side. He reinserted his limp, snaky organ into my mouth. (Where it belonged, is what I felt.) My hand rested on his hip and he moved it back to his ass crack. "Stick your finger up my butt," he said. "Tell me what you feel." I did as he said, driving a finger gently but firmly inside him. It slipped almost all the way in and I felt a fat, smooth turd lodged in his chute. My finger traced the blunt end but it so filled the tube that I could not force my finger any further. "Tell me," he repeated.

"I feel a turd, Cody. I'm poking your turd with my finger."

"You want that, don't you? You want that turd in your mouth, just like last time."

I continued to run my finger around the front end of his turd. I was shaking with shame and with desire.

I could only reply, "Yes. Yes, I do want it."

"OK. We're gonna do this right here. Don't make a fuckin mess though, dude."

I scrambled further up the bed and lay on my back. Cody straddled me, his hot little butt inches from my face. I pried his buns apart and once more observed in his hairless crack that exquisite pink rosebud, tightly closed but just perceptibly twitching.

"Lick inside my hole now. Suck on my asshole to get me started."

I did what he told me and soon my probing tongue encountered the turd, relentlessly moving down toward my mouth. When it was just about to pass through his anus I drew back and said to him, "I want to watch it come out. Just for a minute, OK?"

His hole was dilated now, a ring of raised flesh circling the opening. Cody grunted and the dark brown end of a massive turd was revealed to me, moving slowly out of him. There was a faint smell but I welcomed it. I marveled that the volume of it could squeeze through the lips of his anus, even distended as now. I wanted desperately to watch the entire shit log emerge from him, to have it plop onto my chest. But even more I wanted what Cody was expelling to be inside my mouth, where he wanted it to go.

I fastened my lips around its girth and let him push the plump cylinder of shit into my mouth. It was much bigger than the turd he had fed me the first time, the circumference perhaps of a cucumber, the temperature slightly warmer than his body. When my mouth was full of his shit, he seemed to sense it because the extrusion stopped for a moment, giving me a chance to chew it up. No sooner had the softened mass begun its journey down my throat than the rest of Cody's turd pushed into my mouth. There must have been ten inches of it in total. I ate it all, loving its flavor and texture.

When the pointy back end of the turd had passed through his hole and through my mouth and down my throat I began to lick him clean, like last time.

"Later for that, dude," he told me. "I got more for you. I wanna watch this time."

Cody flipped over onto his back with his legs up against his shoulders and spread wide. His cock was enormously hard again and his balls hung down, covering half his perineum. His asshole was still open and rimmed with a circle of shit, the residue of his first turd. Once more he grunted deeply as he let a second turd emerge. It was just as thick. More than three inches poked out and stood there almost upright, still anchored in his anus.

"Go down on my turd now. Just like you were doing my dick."

I bent to the task, first kissing his turd and then licking up it and down several times. I swirled my tongue around its tip and took it into my mouth and sucked it gently so as not to break it. He was lazily stroking his big dick. My lips slid down to his pubes and Cody's stiff turd pushed into my throat. He began forcing more out into my mouth and somehow I contrived to relax my throat muscles. The log of shit, still in one piece, slid through my throat, stuffing it. I tried to breath through my nose. I almost blacked out then but managed to get it all down as he finished. He told me to open my mouth and he peered in, taking pleasure at the sight of it coated with his shit. I came again in my hand at this point.

I was allowed to clean his crack and asshole with my tongue. He told me he had no piss now to wash out my mouth but I could go into the adjoining bathroom to do that and then come back to suck him off again.

Scenes like this one were repeated sporadically for the rest of the Spring semester. Usually Cody notified me in school about when I was expected. Sometimes he telephoned me. A few times I called him. I was utterly besotted with Cody and virtually addicted to what he gave me. Sean (Brian too) knew that Cody and I hooked up now and then but he understood my mouth was a receptacle for Cody's urine and semen. What else I took from Cody was not mentioned. Sean would have been resentful if Cody had been fucking me too but that never happened again.

The one-on-one sessions Sean and I shared with Cody were not the full extent of our contacts with him.

Our school, like many in the area, had fewer students now than in the past. Some of the facilities were hardly used. We discovered a boys' lavatory at the back on the second floor that hardly anyone visited. Cody knew about it too and one day he told Sean to meet him there between second and third period. Sean went into the end stall, latched the door and lifted his feet on to the toilet rim, out of site. When he heard someone come in and recognized Cody's Nikes on the other side of the stall door, he unlatched it. Cody came in, unbuttoned and yanked down his jeans and then his briefs and presented to Sean the cock he loved to suck. Sean did so avidly, bringing Cody off in record time. The danger of discovery must have excited them both. Cody split and Sean, the cum still in his mouth, beat himself off, wiped up, and got to third period just in time.

When Sean reported this encounter to Brian and me we warned him of the peril they ran. Some guys, after all, still used that john. He and Cody could be caught. What they needed was a lookout. Cody agreed I could join them the next time.

That happened a few days later. We waited for Cody in the second floor john. Sean was unobservable in the end stall and I stood at the urinal, not able to accomplish the pissing I was pretending because of a throbbing hard-on. I expected no contact with Cody myself but I was excited they I would be able to hear him using Sean's mouth. Cody strode in and gave me the customary smirk.

"Dude," he said. "It's you..Robby, right?. Sean's in there?" He pointed to the stall with his thumb.

I nodded. He thought a moment.

"Know what?" he said. "I really do have to whiz. You get in that stall and you can have my piss, man . He can go back in after to suck me off."

Sean kept watch as Cody stood in front of me, perched on the toilet, his pissing cock filling my mouth. I drank him down thirstily and in no time I was back near the sinks as look out while he fucked vigorously into Sean's face and rewarded him with a huge ejaculation. I took the chance nobody would come by and had my own cock out, jacking off and trying to time my orgasm to coincide with Cody's.

From then on the "john sessions" occurred once or twice a week, at Cody's discretion of course. After a while we persuaded him that Brian could be look-out, relieving Sean and me to concentrate on taking care of Cody properly. Almost invariably, Sean would get his cum and I would get his piss. What Cody didn't know was that we would try to retain what he left in our mouths until after he split and then transfer the semen or urine to Brian by kissing him while he beat himself off. Brian convinced us to up the ante and soon, after the kiss, he would suck Sean off while masturbating, fantasizing that Cody's splooge had traveled through Sean's body and was now being delivered to his mouth. Almost as often he had me piss in his mouth, again imagining it was Cody's piss he was drinking, by proxy. On the days we served as "conduits" between Cody and Brian, we three were not likely to make it to our next class.

So went our senior year with Cody. Toward graduation I found myself alone one morning sitting in the end stall, the taste of Cody's piss still in my mouth, streaks of my own cum all over my thighs. I began to think what might lay ahead, say fifteen years or so into the future. Perhaps I would have made it to and through Yale Law School as I planned. Perhaps I'd be in politics by then, also a budding ambition of mine. Brian would undoubtedly be running his family's chain of luxury department stores. His dad was already eager to retire. Sean? Sean might have won an Oscar by then. The future looked promising for "Cody's Boys."

Would Cody Barnes still be right here in our home town? Would he have heard about us or even encountered us in the media? Would he look back on now, on this year, as the summit of his life?

Author's note: With part III, I have said all I have to say about these characters. I would certainly appreciate receiving readers' comments of the trilogy via codyjack@hotmail.com (I don't have my own internet access yet) but I don't plan any more stories about Cody, Robby, Sean, and Brian (or even Henry!) However if others want to employ these characters in their own story they are welcome...shit, they are encouraged!...to do so. Just be sure to send me a copy of what you write (use codyjack@hotmail.com) and post it here on the Nifty Archive. Then I can jerk off to what YOU have written. It's only fair! --Owen Neal