Cody

Cody 12

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So sometimes the aggressor becomes the subordinate. It's a dance, I think. Partnership in innocent (well, depending on how you look at it) crime.

I DID cook him breakfast after I made him whine.

He DID massage me after he made me cry like a little girl.

I DID make his nemesis disappear into thin air.

He had the ability to stave off evil gun toting villains from me with his firepower.

He seemed so innocuous, Cody.

Like gentle, would never hurt a soul.

Except for his rocket powered grenades and automatic rifles.

Enigmatic,

Not what he appeared to be.

I would never hurt him.

I pretty much had already decided... Protect Cody at all cost.

That dream.

The fear in his eyes.

The building exploding behind him.

I've never been prescient.

That shit was real, maybe not today, but it worried me. I had the feeling it might happen.

Like... I couldn't place any of it, but there was evil coming and we would have to fight it. I didn't like it at all. I just didn't know if it was just a bad dream, or if it was a bad dream waiting to come true.

Might be a passing dream, but it seemed to be a foreshadowing of something very real... just a glimpse of a horrifying possibility. I was not going to let him get hurt. That possibility was even scarier than any reality I could envision.

I hoped the fuck it had nothing to do with BDB, because he would win. He would never stop coming. and I don't think even Cody's firepower could stop THAT freight train.

No... I got the feeling it was something else.

Cody, now all dolled up in jeans, boots, a flannel shirt, and (he was gracious to me) sperm still sticking to his collar line, surveyed the patio to verify everything was in place, and climbed his handsome ass up to the promontory to cover the tub, dropping a couple of logs in the fireplace to keep it warm on the way.

I surveyed the damage and decided the spring needed restocked. More beers, and I filled the recycling bin with empties.

I swept the few leaves off the patio.

The smell of burning pine made me happy. It always has.

The big guy stomped down his stairs, grinning.

"you make a handsome garden groom."

"Fuck you, Lord Cody."

He chuckled and walked up to me, tilting his head up.

I covered him with lips and inserted my tongue into him. He sucked on it.

Rat bastard.

So... we had the opportunity to hang out. This was either going to be painful or fun.

One of us was going to get knowledge out of this.

Maybe both of us, but it was going to be a war of wills, and I already sensed the chess match.

No, not a chess match, but a test of his new skills.

Mine were old, and not particularly suited to navigation, because I didn't necessarily know what they did. Never cared. Never had to face them. Never analysed them. Cody, on the other hand was a shiny penny, brand new, wanting to cartwheel and test it all out.

Well, I know it's powerful and this is what he wanted. I was about as elated for him as I'm glad someone comes and picks up the trash on Tuesdays.

So... I went out back and started to rake leaves.

No. really.

I didn't want to be part of Cody's discovery.

Not at all.

I'd enjoyed the sex, but the extracurricular part... No. Thanks.

I knew that part. It had never served me other than in sex, and even then, it may have never served me positively except, perhaps, with Cody.

I had learned him, his soul, through this. And he, mine.

I got hard again, thinking of that, and my dick snaked down my jeans, and started to leak.

My nipples enlarged and started to drip a little under my tee shirt.

Yeah, Code was my stud.

He KNEW me.

Every fucking thing I was thinking.

That was kind of hot.

He rounded the corner as I cleared leaves off the flags in the front of the house.

Leaned up against the corner of the building, one leg cocked over the other... flannel shirt splayed open enough to expose his chest hair. still coated with jizz. He was a woodsman's dream, compact, muscular, comfortable in this isolated environment he made, and happy.

Well, fuck.

I looked at him and he gleamed at me.

"What?" I straightened and looked at him harshly.

"You."

"Domesticated animal."

I regarded him over the top of the rake.

"Don't get your hopes up, kid."

"I was looking for a daddy. Seen one around recently?"

I dropped the fucking rake.

"Um, kid... you're looking for trouble."

"Yeeeeep."

He hadn't moved from his slouch against his logs.

He was beaming at me. Ear to ear.

"What do you want?"

"Help stoking a fire on the front porch."

I stripped off my shirt, tucked it in my back pocket.

"Lead on, big man."

He disappeared from view.

I knew where I would find him... The crackling of burning wood announced itself before I even rounded the corner to walk up the split log steps. He was there, a fire blazing in the misty morning and relaxed in a chair, his red flannel shirt open to expose a hairy semen smattered chest, button fly open at the bottom, his dick very hard, riding up his zipper line.

Little big man. Way bigger than he looked.

He was totally in control. I was along for the ride.

I sat down beside him and he pointed.

Another cigarette. Another bourbon.

"Cody."

He pointed to the dog laying by the fireplace.

"Her fault." he said. " She thought you needed a break."

I laughed.

"Her idea?"

She cocked an ear and looked up.

"Yes."

She blinked at me. Yes. It really WAS her idea.

I gazed longingly out at the canyon rim.

"You want to be in it, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Why water?"

"I don't know."

"Noise?"

"No."

"I need it, Cody."

"It makes me feel... alive."

"I've seen what you've done. A normal human would be dead."

"Yeah, ... I guess."

"No. Positively."

"You're nuts."

I chuckled.

"No. I'm not abnormal."

"When you are in the water you are."

"OK. maybe then."

"Wait."

"When have you ever seen me in the water??"

His head jerked and looked at me.

I'd never been in the river with him.

He looked at me, wide eyed.

"I...."

"Cody."

"I've watched you."

"You attack water."

It was possible. The river is a lonely place but it can be seen from just about anywhere.

I let it go. So I had a fan.

The afternoon was lingering and the mist was not going to rise out of the canyon. I regarded the fire.

"Code?"

"Yes sir?"

"Make us something nice to enjoy the fire by."

Two minutes later, the seals of the door slid into place and he had deposited two glasses filled with bourbon and green apples between us.

How did he know this shit????

That was my FAVORITE way to drink bourbon, over green apples.

What the flipping FUCK?

I looked at him, almost pissed.

"I don't know how I know, Stuart."

"I just know."

"Stop pissing me off."

"Not likely."

I chuckled.

"Nope."

I relaxed in the chair, the fabric of a quilt softening my afternoon, and through droopy eyes watched the fire while the water below us thundered in the canyon.

"Code,"

I said after a long time taking in the wonderful peace.

"Yeah?"

"Is a second love possible?"

He was very straight foward,

"NO."

He was almost apologetic.

"No, Stuart."

"That only happens once."

"He turned to me and his eyes looked at me under shaded brows.

"I'm sorry."

I looked at the canyon rim and sighed very silently, my breath seeming to take forever to leave my chest.

"I like being here with you. I hope that's enough."

"More than, big man."

"OK."

I leaned over him and touched my lips to his.

Magic.

He was electric.

I wanted to hold him, fuck him, I didn't care what, I just wanted to be encased in Cody for the rest of the day,

"OOOOOOH, buddy."

"Yeah, I know. I feel it too."

"Fuck."

I slunk back into my chair, comforted by the quilt he'd laid over it.

"Cody."

"Yeah?"

"Take me to bed."

"I need to hold you. Not fuck you. Just hold you."

"OhhhKay, cap'n."

He stood. grabbed my hand.

I followed him inside to the truck frame.

He laid on the blanket, I laid down blanketing him.

He reached down and pulled a quilt up over us.

CODY smell. Oooohhh. Him.

I was in fucking heaven.

My face in the nape of his neck, my heart pounding in my chest against his back, the afternoon drifting by, his scent wafting around me... Cody in my arms.

Wow. I was exhausted, and I slept over him... hearing his happy noises under me. sighs, chirps of happiness. Little groans, small moans, mostly just sleepy moans.

Just us. Happy dudes.

Well, this is typically when the shit hits the fan, right?

When you least expect it.

I heard a chime and Cody fucking SHOT off the bed frame, moving quickly to the back wall of the cabin by the lean to. Right arm up balled in a fist, the wall opened and a huge LED screen lit up, red markings noting the progress of something up the mountain. He moved his left arm down in a sweeping gesture and another screen appeared, the logs dropping down to reveal a Chevy pickup truck on camera climbing the mountain.

Fuck.

Big Dicked Brad.

We couldn't stop his progress (actually I wasn't so sure of that considering Cody's preparedness) But we were going to have to face him.

"Cody."

He turned to me, real fear in his eyes.

"We have to face this."

He seemed... hurt, scared, small.

I walked to him and touched his shoulder.

"We don't know what he wants."

"It might just be answers."

"We got none of those."

"I know."

"Maybe he wants it back."

"DON'T give it to him."

"Would you rather have him on our side or against us?"

The Chevy continued to climb.

"With us,"

He said, regretfully.

"Can you place conditions?"

"I think so. I never have."

"Do it."

"OK."

"Stay inside."

I walked out onto the front porch and sat down in front of the fire.

Waiting.

The engine was whining from the low gear climb up the mountainside.

It stopped on the flagstones.

no more sound other than the door opening and clicking shut.

I stared at the canyon rim, hoping to find strength from these beautiful mountains.

I heard the footfalls on Cody's timbers and the sound of boots raking hemlock planks.

"Boyfriend hiding?"

I looked up into angry eyes.

"Nope."

"I'm protecting him from you."

"You are a pretty measly protector."

"Fuck you, Brad."

"Why are you HERE?"

"Because I want answers, fucker."

Well, that was legit. I would, too, if a week of my life was erased with no explanation and I had even the smallest memory of any of it. I would go searching.

"How did you find us?"

"I don't know. I just drove."

"Care for a drink?

I had stoked the fire, and it was blazing. I was in my personal comfort zone. and all BDB needed to do was join me in the opposite chair. He did, sitting down, jeans, boots, jean jacket, the only thing missing was a cornstalk sticking out from his teeth.

"This is complicated, Brad."

"There's nothing complicated about wanting to punch you in the face."

I turned to him and looked at him.

Just looked.

The redness disappeared from his face.

"Brad."

"Remember."

He changed.

He went from full on angry pissed off redneck to remorseful. His head dropped.

"You know what you did to him was wrong."

"Yes."

"Do you want it back?"

"Yes."

"Will you abuse it EVER, again?"

He bowed his head.

"No."

"Look at me."

Tears in his eyes.

My eyebrows cocked.

"You want it back?"

"Please?"

"Go ask Cody."

I set my glass down and stared at the Canyon.

Listened to the fire crackling.

It was an agonizing pause. I heard the door seals release and Brad's big footfalls stepping into the house, but it took twenty, maybe thirty minutes. I knew it would take a long time and Cody was probably schooling him on the finer lessons of caring for fellow man. He needed that shit. I liked Brad, well other than the egomaniacal bad murderous evil controlling Brad part.

I still couldn't figure out how he found his way back here.

Something in the back of my mind kept dinging. Brad was going to be essential.

I didn't know how, but he was sure as shit better to have on our side than opposing us, and I was almost certain bad shit was coming our way.

It was only a dream, right?

The door reopened, and Brad emerged, followed by Cody.

Brad was six foot three, 230, bigger than the average man, and his dick really did snake down his leg, even unaltered.

"Can I have it back now?"

I looked at Cody, and he shrugged, nodded.

"Give me a kiss, faggot."

Brad grinned.

He leaned over and touched his lips to mine and... well, shit happened.

BDB was back. six- eight, hung like a horseman, and his swagger, holy shit. Ugly mug, hoop ear rings, the whole fantasy package. Big mean fucker.

He stood up straight, spread his wings, delighting in being bigger, hotter, full of testosterone, and grunted.

"Dont get too full of yourself cowboy."

"See that?" I said, pointing at the hottest man in the forest.

"One mission."

"We protect Cody."

"OK."

"If you're not in, you're out."

"Wh..."

"It's Cody."

"OK."

He looked like I had just beat him with a stick.

He looked at me under softened brows, almost in apology.

"Look at him Brad."

He turned.

Brad was fucked.

Cody looked up at the big guy.

Brad started to cry.

Tears streaming down his face.

He said, blubbering through big beautiful lips, "I am so sorry."

Cody looked up at him with big wide beautiful eyes and said "Shhh big guy."

Brad was inconsolable. He was convulsing in remorse.

Big fucking pushover.

Cody walked up to him, this dude a full foot taller than him, and he wrapped his arms around him and snuggled his head against him, relishing in his emotions for him.

Good Brad.

Finally.

I really had wanted him back. not for the big dick, but for the companionship, and the safety. Brad was a weapon. He was THE DUDE. Blunt instrument, but one you wanted to have on your side. I liked the fact that he came with exceptional hardware. Man, I loved Brad's toolkit. FUCK he was all man. I wanted to taste him again... smarmy uncut monster and all.

So... mid afternoon, and here we were. I asked the boys to go get lunch and dinner fixings at the Piggly Wiggly.

I decided to dress the fucking place up right.

I had laundered linens, and the patio was brushed off. I set out glasses and tableware for three on a white cloth draped over a table with hemlock chairs surrounding it, by the fire on the front porch. I started to worry after 45 minutes went by, and really started to get anxious when an hour passed.

No. Brad wouldn't. Not again.

I would turn him into a eunuch.

I heard the groan of a transmission, coming up the hill.

The boys are back.

They pulled up, and appeared to be having fun. Laughing, seemingly happy. I had seen what Brad was capable of so I was skeptical, on edge.

I wasn't going to let his transgressions go.

But we WERE going to fuck today. THAT would be fun.

I leaned over the rail.

"Hey Brad."

"Yeah?" He was climbing out of the truck he barely fit in now.

"How's Serena?"

"She wants to fuck me."

"Disappointed."

Cody looked at him and smirked,

"She asked if you were available."

"I only have eyes for one man, dude."

"Yeah, he's pretty hot."

"No. He's a handful."

"Not the half of it, man."

When it's all put away, can y'all come out here? I need help."

They disappeared into the cabin from the patio door. I heard big boots thundering, and muted conversation, doors opening and closing, and silence, then the big thundering footfalls heading my way.

I sat down, having pulled up one more chair in front of the fireplace.

Cody first.

Right beside me, in the middle.

"Is he ok, Code?"

I asked as if he weren't even present.

"He will be, I think."

"I'm fine, faggot."

He leered at me.

"Hey Brad."

"Mmm hmm?"

He had cocked his head my way.

"You up for sucking some dick today, big fag?"

He sat back and grinned wide.

"Fuck yes. Who's on the menu?"

I laughed. "You really are back with us."

"Yup."

"OK."

We watched the fire crackle over the logs for a good long time, the mist in the canyon not diminishing, the sound of the water soothing our thoughts.

"Brad?"

"Stuart."

"What happened?"

"I still can't figure it out."

"I woke up in my bed."

"Totally naked. On top of my sheets."

"I had no idea where I had been, and I didn't feel hung over."

"I had no idea how I had gotten there nor where I had been."

"Two, maybe three days were GONE."

"The last thing I remember I had been at the store loading fence into the bed of my truck and I sorta took a shine to you."

"Thought you were handsome."

You came and helped me lift the fence into the truck, and boom."

"I couldn't remember anything else."

"How did you get here?"

"I don't know."

"I got a call from the garage about a repair to the truck, my brother took me to get it, full of questions I had no answers for, I walked in and it was already paid for, ... I had no idea what happened nor why it was in the shop."

"I drove home."

"I had this urge."

"Well, THIS urge" He pointed down to that big leaking sausage in his jeans.

"I needed to drive."

"I was very unhappy. Like, really sad, mad at myself. I didn't know why. Never felt so sad before."

"I just knew I wanted to go for a ride, maybe that would make me feel better."

"And... three hours later, the fucking truck turned onto a dirt road all by itself, and here we are."

"Yep."

"You sure do leak a lot of jizz, big man."

"HEY."

"I like being this way."

He seemed really disconcerted, out of sorts, almost confused, as if this was alien to him.

"FUCK the fag shit. I like this."

I turned and cocked my head at him.

"I like you being ... Brad. I want to touch you."

"Before that I think we should at least have lunch... What did y'all bring?"

Cody disappeared into the cabin.

"I swear to God, Brad, if you pull bullshit on us again I will kill you."

"I won't hesitate. I will not allow you to hurt him again."

He regarded me wide eyed.

"NO."

"I am here because I want to be here. With you."

"OK, no fucking with Cody or me"

"OK."

"Fuck with Cody, all bets are off."

"OK, OK."

"You remember what you did, now, right?"

Tears welled up in his eyes.

"Yes."

"You hurt him."

"Deeply."

"you took away his free will."

He was sobbing.

"Totally selfish."

"Don't. ever. do. that. again."

"Never."

"I promise." He was in anguish. I've never seen a grown man cry so hard.

Big fucker.

Like "Brad, I need to move my truck five feet to the left on the driveway," and he'd bend down and just lift it where you needed it.

Crying like a baby.

"OK, big guy. I believe."

"Come on, let's forget lunch."

I helped him raise up and with a hand guided him on a walk through the cabin door.

Cody was making shit on the kitchen counter and turned as we entered.

I looked at him seriously and shook my head. He immediately started putting things away. He could read me pretty well by now.

I steered the big lug to the truck frame and helped him out of his clothing. He laid down. I snuggled up behind him and wrapped my arm around him. He was emotionally worn out. Cody added to the heap by sliding in, in front, that shapely ass taking up any space left vacant on the front side

Man sandwich. full of caring. Enveloped.

Bastard didn't even see this coming.

I sighed. Cody sighed.

Brad, ... made bear sounds. Still crying.

"Hey Brad."

"Yeah?"

"He's right there."

"apologize."

"It might help."

I felt movement.

Cody grunted.

He sighed.

Brad moved, sensually.

Cody moaned.

I heard a whisper.

"Cody?"

"Mmmm?"

"I am sooooo... sorry."

"Mmmm."

That was a start.

Cody snuggled back to Brad, who wrapped his big assed arms over (and under, allowing his head to rest on a bicep) the little man.

"Brad?"

Softly, sleepily.

"Yeah, Code?"

"Please don't hurt us."

He physically slumped and started crying again.

"No way." He sobbed into Cody's shoulder.

"NO. I won't"

I believed him.

Rough day for Brad.

Reckoning with a savior must be a bitch, because reckoning with Cody... could wreck you.

Brad had been thrown into a very soft wall, and made to feel his every misdeed to Cody.

He was remorseful and then some. He was anguished.

I raised an arm up and laid my palm on that big muscular back.

"Brad."

Sobs.

"Hey."

snorts into Cody's shoulder.

"Hey."

I ran my hand down his back.

"Shhhh."

He whined, feeling sooo sad.

"Hey."

"We got you big man."

"Look in front of you."

"Cody's OK."

"I wanted to hurt him."

"No you didn't."

"You misunderstood."

"You can't use this for personal gain."

"This is only for you to give."

"You can't take from it."

"Now. Show him you mean it."

Brad lay positively still, thinking.

He tentatively raised a hand and put it on Cody's shoulder.

and raked it down his arm.

Cody groaned.

The hand fell off Cody's arm onto his abdomen, and the little man sighed.

Brad leaned over him and planted a kiss on his neck and Cody snuggled closer to him. He REALLY liked this big guy little guy shit.

He moaned, smothered in BDB.

Something was happening. Cody was squirming. Brad hadn't moved his hand.

"Brad."

"Shh.."

Cody gasped.

"BRAD."

"Shut the fuck up."

"B.."

He turned to me and punched me.

"Leave me the fuck alone. I'm helping him."

I fell against his back, sore jaw and all. Why in the hell did everyone want to punch me today?

Brad continued his embrace. Cody's happy sounds became whines, then keening, painful sounding.

Brad started to cry again.

"Shhh. It's OK."

Louder.

"NOO! IT HURTS!!!"

"Brad."

"Leave. us. alone."

I did. I got out of bed and watched them.

Cody was balled up, his hands on top of Brad's on his stomach, his eyes scrunched up, in so much pain.

He was grunting, sweating, and then, suddenly a great heaving gasp of breath.

He turned to Brad from below him with a wide eyed stare, and Brad leaned down and kissed those beautiful lips.

"I never wanted to hurt you.," he whispered.

"I am so sorry."

"It's OK. I understand now."

Brad stood up, towering over me, naked, big dick swinging.

"Colon cancer."

"Bad."

"He would have been dead in a month."

I stared at him and he leaned over and snapped his fingers.

The dog followed that big furry ass out the door.

I stared at the door.

I turned my head and looked at Cody, still balled up on the truck frame.

"Y'OK?"

"Sore."

"Are you ok?"

"I think so."

"Did he hurt you?"

"Yes.... No."

"Which?"

"No."

"OK."

I stared at the back door like it would give me answers.

Fuck that.

I walked over, slung it open, and looked out.

He wasn't there.

The dog was there, chasing squirrels, her futile cause.

Brad.

I closed the door, the seals whisping closed behind me.

I stepped down onto the flags barefoot, in search of a hairy man mountain.

I heard a log dropping onto coals.

Good. He liked it, too. I made my way around the corner and up split log steps.

There he was, big, handsome, scary looking, and a fucking man's man's wet dream, all nearly 7 feet and hairy glorious man, uncut dick resting on the chair draped over big fucking fuzzy nuts.

I crossed my arms and stared at him.

"What?"

I raised my eyebrows.

"Stuart, he was about to get VERY sick."

"Like, the whole fucking world was about to go to shit for him."

"I couldn't help it."

"I didn't want him to go through it."

"Was that selfish?"

"Stop, Brad."

"Just fucking stop."

"Can I try something with you?"

"I guess."

"I know you like to top."

He sneered.

"Yeah."

I knelt down and took him in my mouth.

Jesus this man had a hot dick.

So much foreskin. He smelled totally different from Cody, demanding, forceful, like I wanted to have him grab my ears and FUUUUCK my face. Yeah, i wanted Brad. I wanted him in me any way he could think of occupying me.

I needed him. filling me up.

He buried himself in my throat and grew. That was very hot, feeling him lengthen in me. grow wide, filling me. Fuck he taste good, nasty, male. leaking all kinds of heinous Brad goo into me.

He was in heaven with my throat contracting on him, and so was I, making him happy. He groaned.

"Suck me, fucker."

I budged my head backwards on his hands a couple of times and between gags he got it. I pulled off.

"In me, Brad."

He grinned, then got serious.

"No two foot dwarf shit, right?"

"Nope. I just want to show you something."

I sat down in the chair opposite and raised my legs up.

He leaned down and licked me. His tongue traveled up inside me father than any man has done it before.

He was moaning.

I was in fucking heaven. His tongue wrapped around my prostate and vibrated against it. I came, not once, but twice... just from the touch of his tongue.

I was soaking wet. wide open, ready for BDB inside me. I wanted him.

"Hey cowboy," he said from above me.

I looked up and he had slung the quilt over the chair frame.

"I want to see your face."

"yes, sir."

So I sat there and looked at BDB.

I have described him as a male fantasy but it really doesn't do him any justice.

He was train stopping.

This man was bigger in reality than most wet dreams I have ever had. I have never seen another man more masculine, more virile,more fucking scary, than big dicked Brad.

Coated in hair covering his muscles, his nipples dangling (Presumably still active) off pecs surrounded with dense hair.

Yeah. I wanted his big uncut dick in me bad.

I looked up at him.

"Hey sarge."

He looked down at me

"What fucker?"

"Punk me."

"OhhhhKay."

He spit on my ass. spit again on his dick.

BIG fucking scary vein covered pulsing dick. Holy shit.

I thought my world was coming apart. It hurt like a motherfucker.

He grinned at me.

"Stings, don't it?

"Fucker.'

He laughed.

He plowed into me. filling me up and beyond. Occupy Stu.

"Ummm...."

Yeah, you fucker?"

"Fuck me, man."

"Fill me the fuck up with Brad."

Oh he hurt, Holy shit me made me feel good.

He dropped down on me, I wrapped my legs around him and he filled me with dick.

I hugged him tight and begged for more.

I whisperd in his ear.

"Hey buddy."

"Yeah," he panted. pounding me.

"I have something for you."

He didn't see it coming.

I poured it all into him on a downstroke and he froze there. Staring at my face, covered in sweat, big, hairy, threatening, full of himself for taking me. Owning me.

Whoop.

There it is.

He stared at me in shock.

"Yep."

"Sorry bud."

He came. Yeah, with the blasting realization that he was not his own man he came, filling me with thanks, didn't even realize that was what he was doing, but he gave up his ego right along with his personal limits. Brad was now also a bottom.

I looked up at him and grinned. "You're prettier now that you go both ways big man."

"Needier too."

I grinned up at him as sweeping realization came over him and the need to get fucked filled him.

"Hot, isn't it?

He raised himself slightly, still buried deep.

Stared at me.

"Holy shit."

"Hungry?"

"Yes."

"Very.'

"Think."

He did.

He remembered aggression, unfocused, lashing out in hate.

He saw himself in bigotry, self denial, anger at being gay. He witnessed all of the mean shit he had done in his life to the gay boys, taunting them, teasing, the beatings.

He saw himself with his own father, beaten, taunted, cajoled, taught to be a "real man."

"Boys don't like boys, kid."

Bleeding on his father's driveway.

"Can you turn this shit off, Stu???"

"It really hurts."

"No, cowboy."

"I cant."

I widened my arms and he fell into them.

I wrapped my arms around his wide muscular back, my legs coupled over his ass, and lugged myself tighter onto his big fucking prick inside me and held him as tight as I could.

Silent tears fell on my shoulder.

""I.."

"Shhh."

Nobody should have to see it all this clearly so fast."

"I'm sorry."

"You knew?"

"No."

"Not all of it."

"I suspected, but Brad, you have survived a lot."

His dick grew solid in me again.

"I want you again, fucker."

"I am all yours, big man."

"Fill me up and fuck me stupid."

He not only complied, he made me whine. His big dick, covered in thick layers of foreskin tortured me, gliding in and out of my ass, battering my prostate, and I came, came again, I couldn't stop, wrapping myself around him and pleading for to please never stop.

I had tears running down my face it was soooo goddam good.

He looked down at me covered with sweat that made me want to succumb to him, my eyes looking up to him like he was the only animal other than me on the planet, and needing him desperately, and smiled at me.

"Happy?"

"No."

"WH...?"

You haven't hurt me hard enough."

"I want to feel you, big man."

He ripped out of me and left me alone.

I gasped at the emptiness.

Denied Brad, I sat up, staring at that big ass retreating, rounding the corner, dropping down to the flagstone with thumping feet.

Silence.

A good time to restock the fireplace.

I had no idea where Cody had been during the interlude, but he appeared with the sweep of a door seal.

"OK?"

"Partly."

"He's going to be fine. That man is carrying a lot of baggage."

"I thought so."

"He just dumped it on your front steps."

"It's not pretty."

Cody looked at me, contemplatively.

"Dangerous?"

"I don't think so. Not sure yet."

"Want to go up to the tub with me? I have a feeling he's up there."

"Let me prep a couple things. I'll meet you out back."

I threw another stick on the fire. Didn't know if we'd need it but I liked the porch fireplace burning.

I felt stronger, oddly.

When I stood my muscles felt taughter, leaner, more... able to take blows, more able to do shit.

I felt lithe, catlike.

quicker.

Gift from Brad?

I dunno. I slinked off the stairs quiet and ready (For what?)

Cody, standing on the patio with a tray full of snacks and adult beverages.

Beers, bourbon, glasses of ice, cheese, celery, dips, peppers, onions, carrots.

He was like the good nature man.... everything under the sun. I looked at him and he blushed.

"Go open a table so I can put this shit down."

I ran up the stairs, not sweating at all.

I swear I was stronger.

I looked around desperately and there it was, hanging on the outside of the building housing the towels and chemicals.

I nearly tripped over BDB sitting there in the sunlight, his dick now again full at rest, lying limp over his gonads only dripping a little onto his chair.

"Hey."

"Hi fucker."

"No thank you?"

quietly: "Thank you fucker. Cody is coming. Fuck me harder next time."

He smirked and got serious when Cody's head appeared.

I had no idea where the compulsion to protect him came from but it was obvious we both felt the same damned thing. I wondered if Cody was up for being double fucked.

The tray set on the newly opened table, Cody leaned down and unsnapped the cover latches for the tub. Um. he was showing us that ass. I was getting hungry.

Mountain paradise.

Here it was.

I needed this so bad.

BDB and I stared at each other while Cody worked. My look serious, thankful, and full of empathy. His look stern, wistful, wanting, filled to the brim with longing and regret.

I blushed, all the way down my chest. I got red.

Cody's platter.

The dog snuggled up to the chimney again, and laid down on the flagstones.

"Big man."

Brad turned his head slightly and focused those big browns on me.

"Yeah?"

"What is your most recent regret?"

His eyes got big. Put on the spot.

"OK, I'm game."

"Making him a puppet."

Cody turned and looked not at Brad but me.

"It was awful."

"I couldn't say what I was feeling."

"He controlled everything... even what I said."

I turned to Brad.

"How did that make you feel?"

"Powerful, for a moment, then really hollow."

"Really sad."

I could not lose my emotions about it.

"You took his fucking soul away, Brad."

"You are seriously lucky."

"HE HAD NO FREE WILL!!!!!"

"I KNOW!!! I DID IT!!!"

He stared at the ground.

He raised his head, looked at Cody.

"Please, Cody," tears streaming down his face.

"Please forgive me."

"No."

Oh fuck.

"You deliberately took control of me. You used me for your pleasure and when it wasn't good enough for you you threw me through a piece of furniture and you broke my fucking arm. ON top of the painfully sadistic shit you made me uncontrollably addicted to you. You are a power craving asshole."

"NO. Brad. FUCK YOU."

"Get the fuck out of my house."

Cody got up, left the patio, footfalls announcing his retreat, the cabin door slamming behind him.

I turned to Brad.

"You want to protect him?"

He nodded.

"You are going to have to leave."

"We will figure out later if there's a resolution."

He stared down, tears falling off his face.

"Go, buddy."

"There's a part of him that believes, too."

I touched his shoulder.

He flinched.

He looked at me, in pain.

"I get the feeling you will have an opportunity to prove it to him."

"Be patient."

"And diligent in waiting."

"Stay alert."

"He will need you,"

"What are you saying?"

"I think he's in danger."

"He will need you."

"WH...?"

"I don't know. You better go."

Tears in his eyes.

"Brad."

He looked at me, sad.

"I believe. You showed me."

He looked down. big lug, hurting, rejected.

"Hey."

He looked into my eyes. "Seriously. He's going to need you. I can't explain it, but I know he will. Will you be there?"

Without hesitating: "Yes."

"How about a phone number?"

I handed him my cell, he dialed himself in.

"Where will you go?"

"I don't know.'"

"Home. maybe, but I will be close by tonight. I might stay at Serena's"

I chuckled "OK. One handful to the next, eh?"

He smirked.

Sniffing and wiping his eyes, he slunk toward the big pickup and made his way off the mountain.

I walked around the front of the cabin and Cody was sitting there by the fireplace.

"That wasn't the smoothest thing I have seen you do."

"He broke my fucking arm."

"I get it."

"He may also be your (Most literally) biggest ally."

"Yeah."

He stared out at the canyon rim beyond.

"He's gonna stay at Serena's tonight."

"Lucky fucking miners."

"Yep."

"I gave it back to him, Code."

"I trust him."

He looked at me, very angrily

"You don't trust me."

"Pretty wary."

"So why him?"

What? I'm supposed to blurt out that I had a dream in which Cody was running from an explosion, threatened, and felt powerless to help? That I thought I could use Brad's help protecting him IF that happened?

That would sound pretty dumb shit and off the handle loony fucking toons nuts.

"Because he was sincere, Cody."

"Three hours of driving, seeking, sincere."

I sat up straight and turned to him.

"Where did you see me in the river?"

"Wha..?"

"Where? You said you saw me in the river."

"I was on the lower one day, on the bridge. You dropped in above me. Skated through three sets of falls, disappeared below the water twice, popped out paddling hard and skated under me whooping, disappeared down three more drops and you were gone."

"Had you followed me there?"

"Sort of."

"You don't use a helmet."

"I don't intend to capsize."

"So I gather."

"Do you paddle?"

He got up, looked at me, tilted his head.

Walked off the porch.

The low stone wall at the top of the (if you can call it that) driveway was something I hadn't really paid attention to.

There was a smallish wooden structure on top of it, blending in with the trees and undergrowth.

Big horizontal door, much bigger than the thing looked, maybe 18 feet long, 5 feet tall.

He unlatched it, and pulled slightly, the door opened up, counterweighted.

There, on the rack inside... three boats.

Oh. Shit. Cody had an Epic.

I looked at him, eyebrows raised.

"Fast."

"For sprints on the lake."

"Full layup?"

"Kevlar, carbon fiber, baked epoxy."

"Wow."

"How fast?"

"7"

"Smoking."

The boat under it was, of course, a liquid logic. They make sense for most folks because they sort of straddle the line between what I like which is speed, and what most folks need, which is stability. The bottom of the boat is fairly flat, but round on the edges which means with a thigh roll you can drop sideways into a steep skinny drop, the rocker is high so you can get yourself under and out quickly, very maneuverable, but in my opinion... sluggish as fuck. Too much boat against too much water.

The next sled down was... The workhorse. Steel (Wise) John boat. Life vests and helmets on a rack at the far end of the big door.

"Unlike some idiots I actually wear a helmet."

He smirked at me and closed the door, latching it.

"You `sort of' followed me?"

"Stuart."

"I have known about you for some time."

"I was curious."

"I thought you were good looking, I heard stories about you."

"I wanted to know more about you."

"I learned through the gay vine that you liked to run the rivers."

"Took me three fucking picnics to catch you."

I laughed.

"You take that shit seriously, man."

"No. I don't play. drop in and win."

"The river never wins?"

"It hasn't yet."

"What will you do... if it does?"

"Drown, I figure."

"Oh."

"Hey."

"What?"

"Are you in the mood to go cause trouble at Serena's place?"

"I may be, big dog."

He was grinning. I thought Cody might be ready to get his Brad on.

Speaking of dogs, she was anxious for some love. She had been circling us while we talked over boats, stamping while we discussed the river, chasing squirrels while we discussed mortality, and she was dying for attention.

`Take me to Serena's.'

He grinned the biggest shit eating grin he had since we met.

MAYBE we were about to get some resolution.

Evening had dropped onto us, the river continued to roar below us, and Cody was horny (Go fucking figure).

"I need a shower first, and the dog needs fed."

Cody disappeared with dog food.