Chapter 3
Philip's lust had been so inexhaustible at having lucked out with such an attractive stud like Cody, that the man's constant sexual demands had eventually left even Cody pretty much done in. As a result, somewhere early in the morning, Cody had dozed off. When he came awake, he did so with a start, realizing, if he wanted to get back into the house without his father hearing him, he was going to have to haul ass.
Philip was reluctant to let Cody go, offering another twenty-five bucks for one final, quick fuck of Cody's big cock up Philip's cock-hungry ass hole. Realizing he always had his I-was-drunk-and-stayed-over-with-a-friend alibi to fall back on, Cody obliged Philip's request. However, Cody figured his time spent in fucking would have to substitute for the time he would have preferred spending in the shower.
Cody left Philip once again exhausted on the bed, and headed home.
The minute he reached the back door of the house, he began to regret he hadn't taken the few extra moments to take his shower. He thought, whether imagined or not, that he could actually smell the funky aroma of stale sex engulfing him. Fletcher had probably gotten funky enough those times he had fucked his wife to know the smell when he smelled it. If that were so, there was liable to be big trouble. Cody didn't know why, but Fletcher seemed to expect Cody (at nineteen, for God's sake!) to be completely virgin. Cody had it figured Fletcher would have been hard-pressed to even realize his son had reached puberty. Which was strange! Because, Cody was almost sure his father had been less than a virgin when Fletcher had married Cody's mother, when both husband and bride had been only eighteen.
Oh, well, maybe it was about time Fletcher realized Cody was no longer a Goddamned two-year-old, but a man who got hard-ons and fucked.
Although, Cody wasn't yet prepared to let his father know just what it was Cody did fuck.
Taking a big breath, Cody stepped forward, slipped his key in the lock and turned it. The door came open. Cody slipped inside. Cody paused. He listened. He didn't hear anything except for the large clock ticking in the living room.
Maybe he was going to be lucky.
Cody took the stairs two at a time, except when he wanted to avoid a step he knew from past experience was creaky. He made the landing at the top, pausing when the floor squeaked beneath his feet.
After another gulp of breath, Cody once again began a stealthy approach to his bedroom. He wondered why his heart was beating so hard and fast. Anyone would have thought Fletcher took a strap to his son at every opportunity. When, in fact, Cody couldn't remember the last time his father had touched him. Fletcher's beatings were usually verbal. Although, as of late, there had certainly been more than enough of those.
Cody opened his bedroom door, quite expecting his father to be standing there. Fletcher wasn't. The room was quite empty, just as Cody had left it the afternoon before.
Although the bed wasn't made (Cody only made it when it became absolutely necessary), Cody mussed it even further, wanting it to at least look slept in.
Quickly, Cody began to undress. He figured he was pretty safe at this point. If his father came in, it wouldn't be plain whether Cody was undressing or dressing. Cody could pretend he was just getting up.
However, Cody managed his strip with no interruptions. His nakedness, on the other hand, exposed him to other dangers. His crotch and belly hair was filled with dandruff-like flakes of dried cum. His father, who had probably more than once had his own cum dried on his belly, would recognize such evidence in a minute. Therefore, once naked, he headed directly for the bathroom off his bedroom and stepped into the shower before he had even turned on the water.
Standing out of the way, Cody turned hot and cold faucets and adjusted the water temperature. He then hurriedly stepped into the spray, definitely relieved when his dried cum dissolved in the water and began its journey down the drain.
Cody reached for the soap in the niche and pulled it away to lather both his hands. Stepping so the water splashed only his back and ass, Cody finger painted his chest and belly with rich soap suds.
The hot water felt good, damned good! It washed away all that was left of the exhaustion brought on by the activities of the night before. Jesus, but Philip had been one hot and horny sonofabitch, hadn't he?
Cody spread more lather through his fingers, putting the soap back into its niche. He reached for his cock and covered his cock and balls with bubbly whiteness. Cody was frankly surprised his fingers were actually manipulating his prick into an erection.
"Jesus, I thought you had been fucked to death," Cody said, his cock going harder as Cody pulled back his foreskin to clean beneath it. "Miracles, it would seem, are still happening, even in this day and age."
Cody dropped his left hand to his balls, cupping them. He rolled his nuts within his soapy ringers.
"Any cum left in there?" Cody asked, almost laughing when he realized be was carrying on a running conversation with his balls.
Cody's left hand scooted deeper beneath his nuts, his fuck finger traveling all of the way to his ass hole. The rush of water, however, streamlining down Cody's back and flushing along the crease of Cody's ass, made Cody withdraw his finger. While he often got an additional charge in jamming his finger up his asshole, his asshole wasn't about to give any easy admission to an unlubricated finger.
Cody wrapped his hand around his upthrusting cock, stroking it. He left his left hand on his nuts, gently massaging his tender, cum-bulged containers.
"What in the hell are you doing, stud?" Cody asked himself. It seemed hardly possible but he was preparing to jack off, wasn't he? Hell, hadn't he gotten enough last night?
Actually, Cody didn't know how he could even get hard, but he was. And, since he was hard, he knew the best way to get soft. Besides, he always enjoyed beating his own meat. Who better knew how to please himself than himself?
Preseminal juices beaded within Cody's cock mouth and then came loose and overflowing. Cody, at the apex of his upstroke, used the heel of his thumb to mingle those clear, natural lubricating juices with the soap slick already glossing his cock shaft and gripping fist.
Cody gave his big nuts another squeeze, enjoying the resulting dull ache that oozed upward into the base of his belly.
"Mmmmmmmm," he mumbled in appreciation, becoming quite caught up in the pleasure resulting from what he was doing.
Cody widened his stance in the shower stall, his toes curling into the water sheeting the wet tiling. He bent his legs slightly at the knees and began a decided fucking swing with his hips.
As much as his cock had been worked over by Philip, Cody could hardly believe how quickly his pleasure was mounting.
He began beating harder and faster. At the same time, his left hand was elevating his nuts so that each downward slide of his fist squashed his balls.
"Yea... yea," Cody told himself, shutting his eyes and imagining Philip once again burying his vacuuming, warm mouth all the way down over his cock. "Eat it... stud. Jesus, eat it!"
Cody's right hand was pounding... pounding... pounding. His sexual juices, mixed with soap, were slicking his hard prick.
"Stud... stud... stud," Cody voiced, hearing his words come out in a low moan from his throat. He corkscrewed his fist down all the way to the bottom of his upjetting cock meatiness.
Within his left hand, Cody's scrotum was contracting around his cum-bulged balls. His lower body weaved and pumped in an obscene grind, fucking his hand.
Cody was getting all the right responses. He was receiving all the right warnings.
"Not far off, are you, stud?" Cody asked himself, knowing his cock and his nuts were priming. "Not far off at all."
Inside Cody's fisted right hand, his cock pulsed, forcing his fingers to open even further. Inside his balls, the thick cum bulged to the limit and then burst free.
"Ugh!" Cody grunted as his cum ripped free. "Ugggghhhhhh!"
Hot, creamy cum shot through the shaft and spouted in thick gobs from his pulsing cock. Cody's right hand twisted, sending his cum in streamers of erupted ooze into the air. The airborne cum eventually landed on the tile of the floor in messy splatters that were quickly washed away.