Chapter 2
At least five cars had driven by, slowed in interest. Three of the five had actually stopped. Still, Cody hadn't been coaxed from the depths of the shadows.
So, why hadn't he come out? What had made him just stand there like a studly prick-tease, wasting the whole Goddamned evening?
Because, the first thing that evening, as soon as he had taken up his sexy stance on the corner, adjusted his cock so that it was showing to best advantage, he could have, sworn he had seen his father. His father, for Christ's sake!
And, what if Cody's father had seen Cody? That thought had sent Cody into the deep shadows and had kept him there most of the night, although there had been no further signs of the look-alike car.
The more Cody thought about it, the more he was pretty convinced he had imagined all of it. After all, how many cars like his father's car, colored blue, were there in town? Certainly enough so seeing one of them shouldn't have sent Cody into a panic.
On the other hand, the driver of that car (all Cody had seen was a silhouette) had looked too familiar for comfort.
But, what in the hell would Cody's dad have been doing in this neck of the woods? The only thing Cody could figure was that his old man was out looking for him. Why here? Unless it had been a pure accident, it could only mean Fletcher had some suspicions as to how his son was presently spending his evenings.
A car turned the corner, its headlights giving enough light to the darkness to reveal Cody's presence. The car immediately slowed. It was a big and obviously expensive Lincoln. The Lincoln stopped.
Cody moved. Hell, he had been farting around enough, paranoid because of something that probably had nothing whatsoever to do with Cody or with his old man.
The window on the passenger side of the car, obviously activated by a switch somewhere on the driver's side, rolled down.
Cody stood long enough in the open window to give the man behind the wheel a good look at just what it was Cody had stuffed away in his tight jeans for the selling. Cody then squatted down, giving a view first of his muscled belly, then his muscled chest, then his handsomely attractive face.
Cody had black hair that appeared thick even though it was cut short. He had a nose straight from some Greco-Roman statue that terminated above full and sensuous lips and a deeply cleft chin.
Cody had a roughly hewn jawline that was just square enough to be masculine without being blockish.
He had dimples, one in each cheek.
"Hi," the driver said, a middle-aged man who could have looked a hell of a lot worse and still have been a good catch, considering his expensive car and clothing. "How about a little ride this evening?"
"Gee, I don't know, buddy," Cody said. "It's kind of a busy night to be riding too far from the action."
"Kind of late, too," the guy reminded. "So, I thought maybe you might be willing to call it an evening."
"I don't know," Cody said, wondering how he would explain staying out all night to his father. Fletcher was used to Cody showing up after Fletcher had gone to bed; but, it was very seldom Cody made a night out of it. He figured, though, he could have one of his friends lie that Cody had gotten bombed and had spent the night.
"Come on, stud, and get in," the guy said. "I promise to make it well worth your while."
"You might prefer finding someone a bit more versatile if you've got the whole evening in mind," Cody said. He didn't actually mind getting fucked in the ass, but, he was pretty picky just who he let do it. This guy wasn't anywhere near being a likely candidate for such a privilege.
"All the fucking I'm interested in is your cock up my ass," the driver said. "Aside from that, I think I'll have no trouble spending the whole night getting off on sucking your big cock. And, I'll bet that cock of yours is a big one, isn't it, stud?"
"As a matter of fact, that is one thing I can promise you," Cody said, flashing a wide smile that dimpled both of his cheeks. "Want to see the merchandise before you get quoted the price I think it's worth for the whole evening."
"I'll give you a hundred if what I can see from here is the genuine article."
"You think I walk around with a dildo toilet-paper-stuffed sock for effect?" Cody asked, opening the car door and sliding into the soft leather of the seat. "Hell, it's real enough. Cop a quick feel." The guy took advantage of the invitation, cupping his hand over the ridge beginning at Cody's crotch and running downward along the boy's muscled left thigh.
The guy's name was Philip. No one ever bothered with last names (first names usually being faked, too) so Philip had to do.
Philip drove an expensive car, lived in an expensive condominium that had security that would have kept any trick out of the building without Philip escorting him inside. Philip had, also, apparently been through everything before. He gave Cody the hundred dollars as soon as the boy was in the apartment. The business aspects put out of the way to both participants' satisfaction, Philip asked Cody if he wanted a drink before fun and games.
"No need to rush anything, since we do have all night," Philip had said.
"Just a beer," Cody had answered.
"Beer it is, then," Philip said, opening the refrigerator behind the living room bar. "In a bottle considerably smaller than your cock, too, I should imagine."
Cody finished his beer. Philip finished his Scotch and water. After their drinks, Philip decided he might as well start getting his money's worth, leading Cody into the bedroom.
"Now," Philip said, sitting in one of the chairs.
He beckoned Cody to come over and stand directly in front of him. "What do you say to giving me a close-up view of just what it is I've purchased for the evening?"
Cody dropped his left hand to his cock bulge and gave the mound several hearty rubs. The resulting friction penetrated the denim and heated Cody's prick to new impressive dimensions. Cody dropped his right hand to his fly and began expertly unfastening the buttons.
Philip, by now obviously eager, leaned forward, reaching both of his hands around Cody's buttocks to anchor his fingers securely, on Cody's muscular ass cheeks.
Cody finished with the last button. He pushed his thumb and index finger into the breach and hooked his cock. He gave a tug that pulled his eleven inches of cock meatiness free of confinement and allowed Cody's total erection to spring into full view.
"You weren't kidding about the size of your prick, were you?" Philip observed, obviously impressed. While he had been expecting an impressive cock upon unveiling, this cock was indeed something to take Philip's breath away. "Let's take a look at the balls that accompany that monster cock of yours, shall we?"
Cody obliged. He scooped his hand back into his trousers and shoveled his healthy nuts out into the fresh air.
"My God, my God," Philip said appreciatively. "But then, why should I be surprised? When one sees a horse cock, one should naturally expect horse nuts. Right? Right!"
Cody's cock and balls were undeniably impressive. They had been one of the genes successfully passed on to Cody from his father. In fact, a description of the son's cock could very well pass for a description of the father's prick: big, uncircumcised, giant nuts held in a pendulous, blackhaired scrotum.
"Why don't you just take it all off while you're at it?" Philip suggested, reluctantly defying his need to immediately suck Cody's monster prick up to the boy's fat balls. "When I luck onto a stud, I might as well admire all of him."
Cody did as he had been instructed, sitting on another chair long enough to take off his boots and strip off his sweat socks.
Cody's chest was covered only by a t-shirt. The boy quickly tugged that off and over his head. As a result, Cody revealed a chest that showed all indications of being as muscular as his father's chest, without being nearly as hairy. The hair fanning the taps of Cody's pectorals was fine and silky, as was the trailing that halved Cody's muscular belly and blossomed eventually into the veeing of black crotch hair at the meeting of the teenager's muscular thighs.
Wearing no underpants. Cody bared his ass and legs with the simple dropping of his trousers. He stepped out of the puddle of denim and stood quite still to give Philip a good view of the purchased merchandise.
"You've certainly got it alt don't you, stud?" Philip observed in admiration. "Yes, you certainly do have it all."
Philip beckoned Cody back to where he could get at him. This time, Philip's hands came in to clamp on Cody's bare butt.
Although, any close check of Philip's crotch would have revealed evidence of the man's burgeoning erection, he made no moves to pull his stiff prick free. Philip was more than content, at least for the moment, to concentrate his full attention on Cody's impressive swollen cock meatiness.
Philip leaned his head forward. His tongue licked, stealing a taste of those juices held until then within the deep slicing of the cock silt.
Licking his lips as if to savor what he had just sampled, Philip looked up Cody's athletic belly and chest to the boy's face. Philip's blue eyes met Cody's black ones.
"Talk dirty to me, stud," Philip said. "You want to make me happy, then tell me what you want me to do for you."
"I've got a hard cock here that desperately needs sucking, bastard," Cody said, pleased he was so easily able to slip into the role Philip was requesting.
But, then, Cody had had one hell of a good teacher, hadn't he? How many guys on the street could say they had been broken in by Tyler Balor? Tyler was recognized by his peers as one of the best -- if not the best -- hustler on the block.
"Tell me to suck, stud," Philip requested, rubbing his cheek against Cody's prick. "Go ahead, tell me."
"Why don't you get your ass off that comfortable chair?" Cody suggested. "Why don't you get down on your hands and knees like the Goddamned common cock sucker you are?"
Cody stepped back and Philip followed after, dropping to his knees on a thick carpeting which was probably just as comfortable -- if not more so -- as the chair in which Philip had been sitting.
"Come on, cock sucker, it isn't going to bite you," Cody assured, shifting his hips so his uplifted cock rocked back and forth like a metronome. "Oval those lips of yours around this pretty hunk of stud cock and swallow it all the way dawn to my hairy balls."
Philip wrapped the impressive cock with his right hand. The shaft was too large even for Philip's fingers to successfully circumnavigate.
Philip gave Cody's cock several strokes, fascinated as Cody's foreskin was first brought all the way up to a small pouting and then all the way back to completely unveil Cody's pulpy cock head.
"If I'd wanted my cock beaten off, I could have done it myself," Cody informed. "Surely you didn't pay just to take hold of my hard prick and stroke it, did you, buddy? Hell, no! You paid for a mouthful, and a mouthful is what you're going to get if I have to push your head over my stiff cock spike. You want me to impale your throat on my cock monster, buddy? You want me to choke you to death on my solid mouthful of cock meat? You want me to..."
Cody was caught completely by surprise at the speed with which Philip did move once the man put his mind to do so. Cody was equally surprised by the obvious skill that allowed Philip to claim two-thirds of Cody's erection without even a pause. Cody had choked enough novices on his big prick to recognize a real pro at cock sucking when he lucked out in finding one.
"All of it, buddy," Cody said, hearing his voice come out decidedly breathless.
But, now that Philip had started, there wasn't, anything that would have kept the man from going all of the way.
Quickly adjusted to the bulk of the cock already swallowed, Philip pushed his face all of the way dawn, burying his ovaled lips deeply into the black hair on Cody's belly and balls. Cody's nuts moved beneath the erected prick.
"Swallow it, swallow it," Cody instructed, simultaneously knowing Philip had already managed just that. Every last inch of Cody's near foot of cock meatiness had entered the oval formed by Philip's mouth and had disappeared into the sucking warmth beyond.
Philip was as impressed as Cody with his own eating achievement. While Philip was indeed a pro at giving head, it was very seldom he actually got a chance to put in any practice on a cock as big as the one this kid came equipped with. Philip's pleasure increased when realizing there were probably only a few cock suckers in existence who could match his present swallowing feat. And, if that were indeed the case, then Philip knew Cody was not only going to come away a hundred bucks richer but with one hell of a good time remembered. Because, there was a big difference getting off up a mouth that could only take six inches of your eleven-inch cock and getting off up a mouth that could take those total eleven inches all of the way down to your cum-ballooned balls.
And, if the uncontrollable jerkings of Cody's cock inside Philip's mouth were any indication of Cody's pleasure already, Philip would have his mouthful of cum in no time. Under normal conditions, Philip might have found any quick ejaculations from a trick less than his money's worth. However, in this particular case, Philip had no doubts but that there would be plenty other mouthfuls of cum awaiting in Cody's balls after Philip sucked up a small sample of it.
Philip chewed his way back up Cody's cock shaft, leaving a slick of spit behind him. Raised to Cody's cock head, Philip tasted the saltiness of additional preseminal liquid. The juice tasted good. If it was good, the following deluge of thick male sex cream would be downright delicious.
Even hugging just Cody's cock head, Philip could feel the corners of his mouth stretching from the necessary yawn required to achieve the encircling. Philip's blue eyes peered down along Cody's cock, finding it impossible to believe all he now saw had already once been siphoned up by his mouth and throat.
"Jesus, you are one hell of a cock sucker, aren't you, buddy?" Cody voiced breathlessly.
Damn right, Philip was one hell of a cock sucker! And, if Cody thought so now, just wait until Philip really got started in working Cody's cock to climax.
"Eat it, bastard," Cody said, putting his hands in Philip's brown hair. Now Cody had had a sample of what Philip's mouth was like, he was more than ready for a repeat performance of that mouth buried over his total monster cock -- if just to prove to himself he hadn't been merely imagining Philip's successful first trip. Philip groaned, "Eat... eat... eat."
Cody's fingers fastened in Philip's scalp and began to push. Philip, by now thoroughly confident of his ability in handling even the monster cock Cody was offering, let Cody continue pushing.
Philip's face made the trip for a second time, his tongue washing male cock meat as he swallowed.
"Goddamn Son... of... a... bitch!" Cody gasped, his cock once again completely lost up Philip's face.
Cody widened his stance. He tightened his ass checks along his crack, rocking his hips forward to be sure there was no more of his cock left to be taken.
Philip continued to gum the roots of Cody's prick. Whenever Philip swallowed, his throat collapsed around Cody's cock. The result milked more tasty preseminal juice from the cock.
"That's it, bastard, buddy," Cody groaned in pleasure. He revolved his lower body sensuously, stirring his cock inside of Philip's mouth and throat. "Jesus, yes... yes... yes."
When Philip wanted to come up, Cody let him. Cody's hands rode up on Philip's head and then dropped down again with it.
Up... down... up... down... up...
"That's hundred-dollar cock you're sucking, buddy," Cody said, enjoying his fuck of Philip's mouth. "That's about eight-fifty an inch, cock sucker. Mighty expensive... oh, Jesus, yes... mighty... expensive... cock... steak."
Philip was in good sucking form now. Cody's running commentary only gave him additional incentive.
His right hand crept deeper into the crease, of Cody's ass. But, not too far. Philip had found studs like this were usually pretty leery about their ass holes. Sometimes they got uptight if anyone even tried to finger fuck them. And he didn't want anything to happen to upset Cody. Jesus, no!
Cody was well aware of the churning inside of his guts. After all, he wasn't as jaded by all of this as someone like Tyler might have been Cody's cock hadn't been anesthetized by suck after suck after suck. Although he had lately certainly scored more than his share of sucks in the official tally.
Cody's healthy, cum-bulged balls pulled up to the base of his cock, held within, a thickness of scrotal skin that was no longer flaccid as it had once been.
If possible, Cody's mouth-masturbated prick was growing larger, becoming even, more bloodglutted by the second.
Cody knew his time wasn't all that far away. He wasn't worried, though. He was still young enough to have quick recuperative powers. And, one ejaculation had never finished him off for an evening. In fact, in any competitions, Cody could have probably held up -- mouthful for mouthful -- better than any hustler (professional or amateur) on the block, with the possible exception of Tyler, who had to have an inexhaustible supply, if what Cody had witnessed was any real indication.
"Eat it!" Cody commanded. And, he suddenly realized it was all over -- at least for this first time. Cody's balls erupted, sending a deluge of rich, warm, cum jettisoning through tubes and out the pulsing mouth of his cock.
Philip's cheeks fluttered and then collapsed. The resulting suction caused Cody's cum to burst free with hearty intensity.
And, even as his reflexive swallowing gulps were successfully taking each and every cupful of cum Cody's spasming cock was feeding, Philip felt the miracle happening inside his pants. A fire in the man's guts exploded into holocaust, releasing the reservoir of boiling jism trapped until then in the large nuts pulled to the base of Philip's belly.
"Ooooggghhhuunnngghah!" Philip moaned, gargling on his own pleasure and on Cody's exploded sexual cream.
A wet ocean of male cum pumped from Philip's swollen cock, filling the cupping crotch of his underpants and webbing cock and cotton material in slippery sexual goo.
"Suck me, bastard!" Cody groaned in accompaniment to his finale.
And Philip sucked, hoping the cum he was siphoning into his face at that moment would somehow work to replenish the blastings even then soiling the inside of Philip's trousers.