Cody

Cody 9

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I'm fucking wary. Especially at this moment, after BDB and the last week.

Call me disenchanted with the good intentions of men, but two things simultaneously came to mind. It wasn't ME that had made BDB disappear into some kind of Universal ether. It was my vow to protect Cody and some... higher power. Maybe Grandmother. I didn't will it. I was just. fucking. pissed. Poof. gone. Now, left to deal with the implications. I didn't know if he would return, I didn't know shit about what had happened. No rulebook.

"I promise."

Bad Brad. THE Bad Brad... had returned. Maybe he was there all along, plotting and planning, but he sure as fuck took advantage of... these circumstances.

I was left to deal with the fallout from the disappearance. I would have to answer to it, somehow. If nothing else, Hooter would come calling at some point and want to know why Brad never showed up to pick up his truck from Clint. He was, after all, a member of the community. I didn't know if Brad had a wife, kids... I assume he had a job, from which he would apparently not be noted absent for the week.

There had to be a story. It's kind of difficult to stop by the Sheriff's and say "Hey, you remember that fella that I had an argument with who crashed his truck into the tree? He threatened my buddy and I got pissed off at him and looked at him angrily and he just fucking disappeared." It would be better to save some time and to walk up to Hooter's house and hold out my hands and say "Sir, you're going to want to handcuff me and put me in a cell while you search for a body."

I had. no. clue. how to deal with any of this.

And now I wasn't so sure about Cody.

Come on. Blatant vulnerability? NEVER topping?

Guys fuck.

It's what we do.

We joke about it, but we LIKE our masculinity and part of that is pounding our dicks into someone and hearing them moan. We SEEK sharing our passion in another's submission. OK... so we desire to make them feel good, like Cody's happy sounds, but... I had a sinking feeling there was more to this paradise in the wilderness than I had been led to believe.

"Show me the rest of the house Cody."

He sat up straight, looking at me without sparkles.

"What?"

"Everything."

"Wh...?"

"I think you're hiding something."

"I will find out, with, or without you. And if it is contrary to anything you have shared I will burn it to the ground and walk away without looking back."

Like I said, I'm no saint.

The dog looked up. Caught my tone. Looked ready to run. Anxious.

"You planned this."

"This," I gestured at his broad patio, the fireplace, the cabin, the staircase leading up to the mountain promontory,

"Was not something that happened casually. It was designed."

"It was PLANNED."

"So show me it wasn't planned for me."

"oh."

Quiet tone.

"no."

"But I'll show you." He looked up at me.

After BDB I frankly had no more trust in the good nature of fellow men. I had believed in that moment when he grinned that shit eating grin to me about owning Cody, taking his soul away, that I could never trust another man again.

"Cool."

"The whole package?"

"It took a long time to build, Stu."

"It's pretty big."

"I had that feeling."

"You mentioned personal protection earlier."

"Yes."

"I'd like to see that first."

He turned those eyes up to me and stared at me. I wasn't glinting, I was just looking at him.

"OK."

"Don't freak out."

"I've seen a lot, Code. You will have to do a lot to freak me out."

He gestured to the back door. I stood. He did, as well. The dog stood up, interrupted in leisurely taking in the light of the day on the warm flagstones, loving the sound of squirrels rustling in the leaves. She looked up at me.

I shook my head at her. Nope. Solo.

We walked into the house, me following Cody.

"Pretty normal, right?"

"No, you fucker. It's every man's wet dream of a cabin."

Cody gestured a big wide straight armed defensive movement with hands out stretched and the building CHANGED.

Big thick steel doors and canopies dropped over the exterior openings. Shit SHOT out of the floor. Cases of armor, flack vests, helmets, protective steel plates behind it all.

Magazines of rifles, armour, tons of ammunition. He probably had an RPG launcher. The fucker was LOADED. I have never seen so much firepower in one room. Especially for one man. He could win, or at least hold his own, in a personal war. I raised my eyebrows and crossed my arms.

Something became apparent to me I hadn't noticed before. The room was illuminated by tiny slots in the walls. Horizontal gun ports in the chinking. Yep. It was a fortress.

I turned to him.

"What are the logs made of?

"10 inch thick steel reinforced concrete."

"Know the worst thing about being abandoned?"

"Never trusting anyone, or anything."

Well, that's a very large part of the way I was feeling at this very moment.

"More?"

He walked toward where the back door had been, now behind a thick steel shutter. Reached up and grabbed the top of the doorframe, no small feat for a man now five feet eight inches tall.

The floor in the middle of the room started to move. It raised slightly, and a panel of maple planks turned 90 degrees vertically, a handrail emerging out of the floor. Staircase. I turned to look at him with a very serious look in my eyes.

"After you."

Just that minute my phone rang. Looking at it, bile rose in my stomach. I looked under my brows at Cody who had frozen at the sound. Well, in our serious mood right now it HAD sounded like a gunshot. I raised it to my ear and it auto-answered.

"Hey Clint." Fuck me.

"Hey Stu."

"What's up?"

Clint sounded cautious and quiet. Oh. shit.

"Your... um... buddy, Brad. He just stopped in and picked up his truck."

I swallowed. Probably so hard that Clint must have heard it.

I looked at Cody with a perplexed frown.

I searched for the correct response.

"Thanks for getting everything taken care of for him, Clint." Smoother than I was feeling at the moment.

"Our body man called him when it was ready, and he got a ride in." Clint sounded ODD.

"I saw the truck being pulled around so I went in to to the waiting area to say hello. Recognized him from high school..."

He said, "Stu, when I told him I didn't realize he knew you, he got this look on his face like he had no idea what I was talking about."

"He may have had more to drink at the cabin than he should have. It's happened to you, Clint."

"Regardless, I just dropped it, shook his hand and thanked him for his business."

"Clint, I want to thank you again for helping him. One question."

"Yeah, man?"

"Did he seem different in any way?"

"Other than a little disoriented, no."

"OK, buddy. I imagine that will wear off. What happens at the cabin..."

Clint finished for me without skipping a beat "stays at the cabin."

We laughed.

"Take me up on that beer this weekend, OK?"

"You bet."

"Thanks again."

"See you soon, Stu."

"Can't wait, man. later." We hung up.

Cody's eyes were as big as dinner plates. He looked frightened.

"Wh.."

"Brad just picked up his truck, Code."

"H.." Cody looked really bewildered.

"I really don't know. When I asked Clint if he seemed different he said he seemed a little disoriented. He didn't say `Holy shit he had big hoop earrings and is five inches taller than he was in school and a walking wet dream.' He said he didn't seem to know me and was disoriented."

Cody said "So that's what happens when you take it away."

"I don't know. It's never happened before. He doesn't seem to remember anything."

I've never been so freaked the fuck out by the workings of the universe and simultaneously relieved in my life. I would have been speechless but I still had other things on my mind.

I turned to Cody, shrugging, and looking at him, gesturing to the staircase, "Weren't you about to show me your mountain lair?"

Dimples and sparkles. He nodded, and proceeded down into the level below us. I looked up at the rafters and shook my head, turned and followed that little round muscle man straight down the rabbit hole. Damn he had a pretty ass.

The staircase was a lot taller than I expected. We descended maybe 16 feet to a charcoal finished concrete floor, in a cavernous room that was the length of the cabin with the exterior walls offset to the interior with a darkly finished plywood surface, likely housing the gear and closet elevators. Access panels dotted the walls, probably for equipment service. There was a man door where the entrance to the lean-to bath was above, metal, with no apparent hinges, no handle. The room was lit with LED lighting, focused in spots on the floor so that when you walked around you were walking through pools of light. There was a very large set of shelves, filled with hardware and electrical accessories, and a workbench with a vice, a tablesaw, and a large organizer for hand tools. Trash can, .. a shop vac, the usual accessories one would find in a shop. Power strips. Pretty pedestrian stuff.

An opposing wall had a shallow set of shelves on it with a dust cover over them, and there was a wood stock rack, with planks stickered out and ready to use.

After taking the room in, I turned to him and asked, "What's under the lean-to, Code?"

He looked up at me with a resigned look in his eyes, and turned and walked toward that blank metal door. When he was three feet from it he raised his left arm up parallel to the floor straight out in front of him and the three inch thick door swung out into the space, hinged on the left hand side. I stopped.

"The gesture commands?"

"Partially facial recognition, partially confirmation of gait, and a combination of reading body language and full biometrics."

"What about your recent physical changes?"

"It adapts."

"Additional security confirmations?"

"Yes." He was not forthcoming.

I saw no sensors, no cameras.

Impressive. We walked through the door into another LED lit space with one exception. This was not a room but a corridor, the full width of the 10 foot deep lean-to above, and the lighting only illuminated about a ten foot width of the space, so the width of the cabin. The door closed quietly and swiftly behind us and I heard the sound of bolts engaging around the opening. Hardened.

The opposite wall was filled with two chest freezers, a canning wall, a wall of canned goods, more tools, and glancing left into the darkness I thought I perceived racks, probably filled with more ammunition and artillery.

He turned to me with an inquisitive look in his eyes.

"You haven't asked one question other than access protocols."

"Saving them. Lead on."

He turned to the right of the door and walked toward the area below the outdoor patio at the base of the upper part of the ridge. It was still daylight out, but pitch black here except for where we were standing.

"Let me guess. The lighting only illuminates where you are in the space."

He regarded me with a smirk. "No."

"It only illuminates where YOU are in the space. I get perimeter lighting beyond my field of vision if I am alone, and task lighting when I request it."

That was ingeniously defensive. "Oh."

"May I see the entire space lit?"

Cody turned toward the area under the patio and swept his arm out.

Holy shit.

An identical Jeep to the one sitting in the corn field at my cabin. A Baja outfitted pickup truck. A beat up old Chevy Impala, likely 4wd. Mechanics' racks of parts, tires, a compressor, a rack of air tools, a work bench, a vehicle lift, and behind a glass wall overlooking it all several LED screens lit up showing rotating views of the exterior of the cabin. A map of the property lit up with sensor locations, all currently green. A console with several screens facing it and the chair in front woke up as well, and to the left, a large metal door big enough to accommodate a vehicle was closed.

"Elevator?"

Curt nod.

"I don't need to see more, Code."

He looked at me guiltily but very tight lipped.

"I know there's more."

His eyes watched me carefully, cautiously.

"If you want to, sometime we can finish the tour but we need to get your buddy's Jeep back to him."

I had my answer as to how we would get my low slung pickup back up to his cabin, at least.

His eyes sparkled a bit when he nodded at me and said "Good idea."

We exited the secret underground bunker, through the semi secret seemingly anal retentive basement intended to reduce clutter in the living space above, the staircase sliding almost silently closed behind us with the snick of the floor planks returning into their maple brothers. Cody held up an OK sign with his right hand and the scary artillery hardware dropped into the floor and the hardened shutters disappeared, daylight flooding the cabin interior.

"Neat trick."

Dimples. Sparkles, a smile under the moustache.

"Nothing compared to what you can do."

"And you now, don't forget."

He lost the dimples, looked down, then looked at me under his brows, seriously.

"I know."

"Let's not get started. I know how it feels."

"Work first. Can we stay here again tonight?"

I swear to God it was like lighting up the energizer bunny. He almost self illuminated.

He cocked his head and one of the biggest grins yet popped out on his face.

"Yes," he sparkled.

"Please."

I laughed.

Walking out the door the dog regarded us warily.

"This is your fault, bitch."

Cody broke into peals of laughter, looking at her with tears in his eyes, convulsing.

"It really is, pup," he said.

She seemed to catch on to the humor and grinned, running in circles on the patio, looking at me.

"Yes we can stay."

She danced and ran in another circle, grinning.

Cody had calmed down enough to be coherent. He looked at me, eyes dancing, and said,

"want to go for a ride?"

The dog snuffed, bared her teeth, splayed her front paws out with her butt up in the air and lept with her front paws in the air dancing on hind legs pawing at the air. Dropped down and hinged herself so both butt and head were facing in the direction and spun in a circle in place. Boxers.

I looked down at her and rolled my eyes.

"I guess that's a yes."

Patterns. "hop up." Point. skitter into the back, dance back and forth. I slid into the passenger seat, Cody fired up the 4 wheel beast and we crawled off the mountain and back to the wide banks of the river in town to retrieve my hardware. I ran into my apartment and threw extra clothing into a backpack with a couple of surprises for Cody, and hopped in the truck, pulling away from the curb throwing that damned low slung voiced detective audiobook on bluetooth to keep the pup and I occupied, she hanging her head out the window to gauge how fast she was going.

After following him for 20 minutes we arrived at a warehouse in the railyard section of town. Brick structure, high bay on the lower level, two stories above. It sat between two vacant lots, with three large roll up doors facing the street, all rusted. Grass grew through the sidewalk. The windows above sat in rusted frames with apparent single pane glass, cloudy with age and lack of cleaning, some of the panels replaced with seemingly haphazard rusty pieces of sheet steel. The upper story seemed to connect somehow with the steeply winding street that circled behind and above it, a huge three story buttressed aged retaining wall holding up the road. Cody slowed and pointed to a brick apron that took the place of the sidewalk in front of the rollup doors. I glided in on the grassy/ shale covered bricks with weeds as tall as my fenders and stopped.

I noticed the pylon before Cody pulled in beside it. Newly poured cast in place concrete, stained from the corten street numbers. Modest... five feet tall, looking like a street marker, rust beginning to stain it. Grass growing around its base. I wondered if that had been planted.

There was an illuminated strip in it. Blue, just below the numbers. Must look kick ass at night. Subtle. More here than met the eye, and that was enough to be a beacon to those looking for it.

Cody glided in by it, perpendicular to the rollup and reached out his hand. No key card.

The door opened of course, and the Jeep disappeared inside.

Two minutes later I was rewarded for my patience by Cody's subtle come fuck me please locker room smell permeating the truck. The dog stopped her window to window dance and perched in the middle of the back seat with her ears raised attentively looking at the front passenger seat as the door snicked shut.

"You have a fan."

He looked over his shoulder to see her grinning.

"I AM a fan," he said, and grinned back.

"And I am totally fucked," I said sullenly.

We slid out onto the cracked concrete and made our way to the elevated freeway that would take us most expediently toward the Piggly Wiggly. Two exits east would take us toward the winding highway past broad river rapids and waterfalls as we made our way up the gorge toward Cody's mountain paradise.

"I saw steaks at the store. I'd like to cook."

He grinned: "I'm starving," as his eyes drifted down to my jeans.

"you need a restock on anything?"

"Yes, actually."

"Where?"

"Two miles west of the grocery you'll see a gas station with an outbuilding facing this way. A stripper joint."

"Stop there."

35 minutes later, a grimy dimly lit Sunoco came into view on the river side of the road, dimly lit, looking like it ought to be torn down but bringing memories of glory holes rushing back to me. I already know what the rest room smelled like before we slowed and pulled off the highway, and frankly I started to get a hardon.. I turned and grinned at him.

He read my dirty mind.

"Yeah, you can wander around the place all night long. Hotter than a San Francisco bath. Miners, Mechanics, Truckers, nasty fuckers. The Sheriff partakes, so it's pretty much balls to the wall."

I glinted at him through slits, my dick leaking into my jeans. I think my voice dropped two octaves.

"I've had enough of sharing your company. Let's get this over with. I need Cody time."

His eyes got very serious and his dimples fell away into the rising darkness but his eyes were illuminated by the sunset rising behind us.

"I want to see you in firelight tonight."

I groaned. I mean, I don't let shit get to me much. I get pissed off, I make things happen, get calm when it gets tough and define action plans, but if Cody wanted to do a firelight dance in the middle of the night under stars and howl naked at the moon I was totally fucking game, and the thought made my toes curl. I pictured the light of the flames illuminating the hair on that fine ass while his slott got wetter and his nipples leaked Cody goo. But... now I felt like the schoolgirl, my jeans starting to get very sticky.

His eyes danced again. The fucking tease.

"Turn the truck around and back up to the strip joint, big man."

I did.

Leaving the back windows down for the pup, who was watching us disappear into the building, I followed Cody.

Here's an observation on this gift (curse). I've witnessed it before, and knew I probably would in this situation and was looking forward to seeing how it went. I knew Cody must stop here regularly, maybe even to partake. He was a markedly different man in physical appearance, maybe not as extreme as BDB, but VERY different. Smaller. More masculine, if that was even possible. I have observed that revised reality is not limited. It BECOMES a reality, and accepted by those familiar with a person.

"Of course Hank. I KNOW you have an 18 inch dick. Put it back in your pants."

So when we walked into the door beside the entrance to the strip club I had something nagging me and wanted to see the reaction Cody's shorter stature would provoke. There, behind the counter was a breathtaking woman, and beyond her, a simple liquor store, clean, well kept, well lit, tended to.

She was blonde, 5-3 maybe. I thought Cody was voluptuous. I'm gay and this woman could provoke me into an evening of sin I would never regret. She had to work next door, and if she did, she broke hearts and made life long friendships in a glance. Her eyes smiled and if you looked at them you were the center of her attention. I sensed intelligence, savvy, and sincerity. Wow. What a fucking WOMAN.

She glanced at me, sparkling, and her eyes turned onto Cody.

"Hey Code!"

"Where have you been?"

He blushed and turned his big chest toward her, his eyes catching hers. Remember, he was now only 5 inches taller than her as opposed to the 7 before.

"Busy, Serena."

"Nice to see you again."

"Thanks."

"What can I... we do for you tonight?"

Cody gave her an order. How in the fuck did he know that was MY bourbon??

"Black pickup, outside with the boxer in the back seat."

"Serena, this is my friend, Stu."

"Pleased to meet you Stu, and welcome. If we can do anything at all for you here, you just let us know. We bake the world's best rolls every day, and offer the world's best rolls every night." She grinned. She wasn't wearing makeup. Didn't need it.

I laughed.

I looked at Cody and he sparkled.

Code turned his head to Serena.

"We're gonna head up to the cabin. Need anything from me?"

Not even a request for a credit card.

"No, honey. We know where to find you," she said, walking around the counter and kissing his cheek.

Well, fuck. These mountains are full of surprises.

"Um... you know it's not wise to do that in person."

"Yep," she said, her eyes serious. That's one property we will NOT deliver to."

"Wise."

"You're all loaded and ready to go, baby," she said.

"G'night."

We left.

So if Cody's small physical changes were not apparent to Serena, would BDB's be apparent to Clint?

Jesus, we hadn't even gotten to the goddam Piggly Wiggly and I was psyching myself out. I wanted STEAK. protein. carbs for the energy lost. Gatorade for the electrolytes. Beets. Yes, fucking beets. Celery to make the cum taste better. Carrots. Broccoli. LOTS of broccoli. Olive oil. bananas.

I wanted a fire, on the mountain, with Cody lit by it naked.

Next stop... The fucking Piggly Wiggly.

Steaks. Broccoli. Potatoes. Carrots. Beets. Celery. Onions. Peppers. Two baguettes. With the exception of the meat, pretty inexpensive and quick. Loaded up and ready to go.

"Code."

"Yeah?"

"Elevator please."

Next stop... the mountain lair.

Rather than continuing East, we turned West out of the lot and in a quarter mile turned right onto a paved road turning up the mountain then paralleling the highway back East. Smooth but not fresh looking pavement passed old home foundations. We appeared to be driving on an old rail bed. 15 minutes later we arrived at an innocuous looking gate on a turn around.

"Will it be easier if you are driving?" I asked, slowing to a stop.

"Yes."

We switched. As we did I noticed a short concrete pylon that looked very familiar, covered in vines, on the left hand side of the turn around in front of the gate. I had a strange feeling that gate was more difficult to penetrate than it appeared. I would have questions. A lot of them.

Cody leaned out the window and waved his hand at the pylon. Again, no key card. The gate slid back, and Cody drove through onto a gravel drive, turning up the hill slightly to the left, and then right through the trees to... a very modest agre streaked clapboard house with a garage door in its foundations. Another pylon, this one seemingly cracked and streaked with lichen, just shy of the stairs that led up to the front porch. It could have been the base for an old lamp post. Cody leaned out the window and reached his arm out, the garage door rolling up in front of us. The dog was curious.

I turned to her and said "I think we were picked up by batman, baby."

Glimmer of a smile from the driver's seat. Just that was enough to relax me a bit, thankfully, because this was feeling pretty weird. Covert, like something from a bad Bond movie. Once the garage door was closed behind us, the back of the garage opened and we were gliding into a tunnel in the hillside. Ahead 500 feet or so I could see the entrance to the elevator. I turned to Cody and looked at him with immense curiosity. He caught my glance and looked at me, a short sidelong serious look with no dimples.

We pulled onto a painted circle on the concrete floor in front of the entrance to the lift, and the turntable activated, turning the vehicle 180 degrees back toward the tunnel entrance, house, and road. The elevator door opened, and Cody backed in. The doors slid closed in front of us.

Cody turned and very seriously said, with a glint in his eyes, "You sure make one hell of a weird Robin."

I grinned at him and shrugged.

Five minutes later the pooch was sniffing the corners of the big shop as Cody and I unloaded the items from the truck onto a dumbwaiter. Three cases of beer, and a case of MY bourbon. How in the HELL did that gas station stock THAT? It was hard enough to get in a good liquor store in singles. I had grabbed the dog food and bowls from his buddy's Jeep. They were transferred along with the rest for the ride up.

Cody turned, "Go start a fire and I will get this put away."

I grabbed the bowls, and a case of beer and looked at the dog. She cocked her head and perked up her ears.

"C'mon, girl"

Evening was coming on and the last golden hues of the day were shining on Cody's carefully laid masonry. I set about arranging kindling and before long the beginnings of a fire was beginning to crackle on the hearth. I noticed a wooden door in the stone I had previously overlooked. Behind it, lanterns, a bottle of oil, cooking utensils, and a small wooden box with table linens and silverware. Grinning, I set about using the odd outrigger brackets above the fireplace to hang oil lamps and looked around for the table the linens matched, spied it on brackets on the back wall of the cabin. I made myself at home and set us up for dinner. I had set the dog up with a bowl of water by the fireplace again and she was out happily hunting squirrels in the bushes once more, they teasing her more than she might have deserved.

I put the first log on and turned to go inside to prep dinner.

Cody had just finished putting everything away and turned to me sparkling as he heard the door open.

"What do you need to get prepped?"

"Cutting board, knives, foil, pepper grinder, olive oil, your spices, plates, and a tray."

He pointed out the locations.

"Drinks?"

20 minutes later the potatoes were sliced with peppers and onions, celery, cracked pepper, basil, and a healthy dose of olive oil inside aluminum packets. The six ounce tenderloins were resting, coming to room temperature. The beets were peeled, shredded, mixed with carrot shavings and some walnuts I found in Cody's cabinet, tossed with red wine vinegar, ginger, and cumin, chilling in a bowl in the fridge. Broccoli, I prefer on its own; it's like a food group to me. I eat it almost every meal of the day. Iron. Makes big men strong. It went in its own packet with olive oil and ginger. Flavors significantly wedded, I pondered dressing for the salad.

A sweet and tangy reduction was called for. I found the balsamic and a very small pan. I didn't know if Cody was a fan of beets, but he probably would be after this.

I had wrapped ONE baguette in foil after slicing it part way through in 1 inch thick slices for tearing off, drizzling olive oil into the cuts, spreading it open and sprinkling it liberally with oregano and basil. Everything was ready to go on the fire, when it was ready for us. I slid out the back door and regarded the fire progress. Three more split pine logs (where in the hell was his splitter?) arranged to blaze, then coal out. I heard the back door seals behind me and turned.

Fuck.

I'd been busy so I hadn't looked up while I was prepping, in my own culinary world (I like cooking and we really needed a good meal), so I hadn't witnessed him disappearing to the shower. There he was, compact, in a tee shirt that announced every fucking curve of his chest and the solid vee of his torso as it slid into those jeans, top button unbuttoned. The hair on his chest spilled over the tee shirt collar just a little. His hair was damp and mussed like he knew it would be later anyway and didn't give a shit. Boots. Thick dick standing as usual straight up the middle, already making a dark spot on his jeans at the top of his button flys. He had a five o'clock shadow and mischief in his eyes, his full lips framed by his goatee seeming to say "burp me."

I was dumbstruck by him, and stood there staring. There was probably drool hanging off my chin.

A corner of his mouth drew up and he glinted at me with a smile both ornery and gleeful.

"Thanks for the compliment. Mind picking the jaw up and fixing us dinner? I'm fucking starving."

I picked up a piece of kindling and flung it at him. He ducked, of course.

He was lucky I didn't start lobbing logs at that perfect frame.

"You cheat," I said, and continued, "I'm going to shower myself. Back shortly."

The dog had already started sniffing his leg and he reached down scritching her neck as I disappeared in search of a towel and some soap.

There, hanging from a peg on that olive drab metal wall in the lean-to bath, was my forgotten and hastily packed backpack. Damn. When had he retrieved that from the truck? I hadn't. I smiled and blushed. A good man takes care of his Daddy.

This had all the markings of a very nice evening to come.

10 minutes later, redressed in my favorite jeans, worn slightly at the knees and ass, fitting snugly where it counted, bottom button unbuttoned, top button open to show a thermal long sleeved henley unbuttoned to expose the chest hair Cody had designed for me sliding into my crotch, gripping my now new rounder pecs, biceps, and big fucking nipples, I returned to the kitchen and the steaks for the final dressing. I coated them in cracked pepper after toweling them off and set two squares of foil out for finishing them, and placed them on a plate. Everything went on a big assed tray ready for the grill.

I returned to the patio.

Hearing the door seals release, Cody looked up, eyes shining, grinning. I had interrupted two pups. The dog and he turned to look at me simultaneously, She grinned and took her happy stance, butt in the air, paws splayed out, ready to play more, grinning, but Cody stared. He stood. His eyes started at my boots and took their fucking time sweeping up, stopping momentarily at my dick, well, kinda HIS dick, before traveling to this torso he was responsible for remaking. He spent more than a passing glance regarding my collar line, then shifted his eyes to mine and he was wide eyed.

"Not my fault, buddy."

"You better pick your jaw up and go get the kitchen tray."

Turnabout is way more than fair play. OK, I took delight in fucking with him. I would take more delight in fucking the shit out of him and hearing him beg for more.

He almost stumbled, stepping forward toward the back patio door. Yeah, this shit can be awesome.

I hastily looked around and spied what I was after. Another table on the cabin wall. I grabbed it and set it up next to the fireplace.

Cody returned without the tray, but with the sliding rack for the fireplace, now reduced to coals, and the foil packets with the potatoes.

"I cook like this too," he said. "These go on first, right?"

"Yup, pup."

I reached out and touched the nape of his neck and kissed his forehead. He groaned.

I sighed against him. I felt it. This was a passenger train starting slow out of the rail yard, and we were about to go on a big looong ride.

My dick burped out an ounce of drool and my jeans were soaked, sopping wet. I could smell me, which meant... I gripped his neck and looked at his eyes.

Droopy, slightly unfocused. I kissed him.

"Thanks, Code. Go get us a beer."

Tasked out, he seemed to come back around, and went to the spring I had replenished earlier with his purchase.

I slid the grate into the fireplace and set the packets in the back to enjoy some baking time.

I took a seat on one of Cody's fine handmade chairs and realized he had already placed a blanket there. Holy fuck. Some Batman.

I heard the olive oil start to sizzle in the packets, and on Cody's return I said "Time for salad, if you could get the big tray while I set it up."

I returned to the kitchen with him and he grabbed the tray, heading out. Two small plates I had placed in the fridge came out, along with the beets in marinade. I reheated the balsamic reduction on the stove and added some bourbon to make it earthy, oaky, and sprinkled some ginger in, to make it hot and exotic. I piled cold beets and carrots with walnuts on each small plate, and drizzled the hot liquid over the stacks of roots.

Returning to the patio I damned near dropped the plates.

Cody had set the kitchen tray on the table by the fire but he had been way more industrious. More outriggers. More lanterns overhead. we were in a room defined by fire. It was more than pleasant; it was like nothing I had ever experienced. The light danced. He looked up at me returning with small plated and his dimples deepened. His eyes danced. We were going to get into so much fucking good trouble tonight. Food as foreplay for starving men.

I set the plates on the table. Purple and orange piles of roots beckoned in the flickering light. I walked over that picked up the long loaf house in foil and slid it into the fireplace.

"You have another grate, Code?"

I hardly saw him move and one was leaning against the hearth.

Time to cook the steaks.

Holy shit what a meal.

Steaks so tender you wanted to cry, the taste of real meat on our tongues. Potatoes with a hint of cinnamon in peppers, onions, with basil.

Cody is now a beet fan. His eyes lit up on the first bite and he ate all of it. clean plate. Bread. Gone. Potatoes. gone.

Broccoli. gone.

Afterwards, we sat there, staring at the fire. Cody had nothing to say. I was in a mood to slump down and not do anything, but we had to clean up. Efficiently everything was stowed, .. extra table, kitchen tray, dishwasher loaded, KP is easy with two.

The linens were even in the washer waiting for companions in the morning.

"Stuart?"

"Yeah?"

"How does this work?"

"Beats the fuck outta me, Code."

"I only know the only rule."

"Well, the only two rules."

He creased his brow and looked at me, facing the fire.

"Never hurt anyone."

"Make them better."

That's all I got.

"Am I better, Stu?"

"I can't answer that, Code."

"Selfishly I personally think you are because I'm a fucking pervert."

"Are you satisfied with the affect of your lessons on me?" I asked.

"I don't know."

Stalemate.

OK

"Let me show you something."

I stood up and walked over and got two more split logs and placed them on the fire, turned to face Cody and looked at him seriously. No posing, just standing there by the fireplace.

He looked up at me, those dark eyes twinkling in the firelight. THAT was pretty much all it took. I got hungry, all over again. Man, this was serious. I might have been right about him.

Of course my dick lengthened and started to ooze Stuart juice into my jeans. With me it's obscene, because it's not just a dime sized dark spot. I was dry one moment and the next my thigh was dark with the shit, just from looking at him.

I was losing fluid just from looking at this man.

It didn't stop there.

My pectorals were suddenly very tingly, like an emotion brings on a flushed response and they seemed to tighten. I blushed. I felt the weirdest sensation in my nipples, and my pecs seemed to grow slightly. My nipples seemed to increase in length, and my shirt got really fucking tight.

"Code."

That was all I got out before it happened.

With the beat of my heart, my nipples started to leak under my shirt.

I was just looking at him.

Nothing more.

I wasn't... HOLY FUCK.

I orgasmed. He got a surprised look on his face like he got slapped and gripped the arms of his chair and started shooting Cody jizz out of his jeans all over that nice clean tee shirt. He was covered in cum, and I could smell it. My hardon got bigger and hungrier.

"Hey Code."

"Yeah?"

"We both just came at the same time from looking at each other."

"That's some weird shit."

He seemed a little dazed coming down from the explosion but he was laughing.

"Holy shit. I DID make you my fantasy."

"Hey Code."

We were still rock hard.

"Yeah?"

"I know BDB's shit hypnotized you. That was his doing."

"I'm curious."

Finger point up at my chest from my waist at my chest, the torso Cody had changed.

"What do these do for you?"

"Um... Stu... you don't want to know."

"OK."

"How about we just enjoy the fire for a bit then."

I smiled at him, sparkling in the room made of fire. The river added a beautiful rushing backdrop to the exchange in the canyon below.

He looked serious, almost sullen.

"Code?"

He didn't stop looking down.

"CODE."

He glanced at me sidelong under his brows.

His gaze retreated to his feet.

"CODY."

He looked at me.

"What did you do?"

"You... I... I... wanted..."

"Code."

"I.. "

"Cody."

"OK."

I noticed him shift in his char. His jeans were soaked, the dick drool spilling out of them all over the chair and onto the patio. Hard as a fucking rock. Hurting. Needing relief.

"Anything you do turns me on now."

He looked up at me, almost hurt.

"I probably could get hard from watching you blink."

"But those," he said, nodding at my chest

"Make me want to drink, and my ass is fucking wet and hungry for you. Just looking at them makes me want you inside me. I wish your dick was inside me and your arms wrapped around me. I can smell you now, Stuart."

"I don't just mean I know how you smell. I could probably find you a hundred miles away on the scent that draws me to you."

"It's fucking embarrassing. It's like I need you. Like... NEED to be with you."

He looked down again, then up at me under his brows.

"I didn't do anything other than what you asked."

"Do you dislike it?"

"NO!!"

He turned his eyes down again, shaking his head.

"Code."

He looked up again.

"Do you enjoy it?"

A breathy "Yesss."

"Are you in control of your own actions?"

A nod.

"Then why in the fuck are you feeling any emotions other than happiness?"

"For one thing it feels almost TOO good. Like at any moment I'm going to get caught with my hand in the cookie jar and it's going to get taken away from me."

"If you're worried about how this will end before it even begins, Cody, you're being a fatalist and will never be able to enjoy just being... you."

"You remade yourself to match me, bud. This is something YOU wanted. We fit together like puzzle pieces now. You developed skills to please us both simultaneously. This is YOUR design, just like this..." I gestured to the stonework and the staircase.

"And these," I said, gesturing to my now rounded (and decidedly weirdly throbbing) chest.

Big browns looking up at me, sparkling in the firelight.

"So show me the answer to the question now, champ."

He stared into the fire. Quiet. Thinking. I stood very still.

Then, with the faintest of head turns I caught a dimple and his eyes started at my boots, traveled up my body until they hit my spooge filled jeans and his smile got wider. Up, across my abdomen to my shirt dripping with Stu juice, and the big nipples, the rounded pecs, up to the hair sprouting over my collar line to my smile.

Thousand watts. Full on broad toothed smile complete with dimples and dazzlingly beautiful eyes.

"OK"

He stood up.

There he was. Back with me. Thank God.

It really is a bitch, this thing. It forces you (if you have a conscience unlike BDB) to question every fucking thing you do. Did you affect circumstance? If so, did you affect it negatively or for your own gain? If you have gained something is anyone adversely affected? Are you a good human being?

Cody stood there and I allowed myself to do the same sweep. Boots. Curvature of calves showing through his jeans, his wide thighs filling them up, the soaked vee of his crotch (his jeans were a beautiful Cody mess and I could smell them from 8 feet away), the indentations of his abs behind his semen soaked tee shirt clinging to them, his rounded pectorals with Cody milk soaking his shirt below them, adding to the sticky mess covering his torso, the nipples protruding obscenely against the fabric, excited and probably throbbing with his heartbeat, his hair covered neck line, his goatee, those succulent lips, his nostrils flared above them, and finally... those eyes. Full of sincerity, warmth, questioning, and reluctant happiness.

What's a guy to do? Especially if you're a perverted motherfucker like me.

I took my shirt off. It was, after all, HIS chest. He fucking remade it. He had a right to enjoy it. He looked. Looked down, shook his head. Grinning, he looked back into my eyes with a big shit eating grin and I raised my eyebrows at him in a Groucho Marx gesture, grinning.

I have to admit, even though it was still new to me, this torso he gave me is cool. I'm still lanky, but defined. My abs are no longer tight and linear, barely visible. They pronounce themselves just a little bit more, but it's subtle. The coolest thing is the hair. A blanket before, it's now thick but made of small directional hairs, sweeping around the curvature of my pecs, accenting my nipples, and arriving at the shallow cleft over my breast plate, thickening as it travels down my stomach with hair from the abdomen joining it there to travel down to an explosion of fine hair above my belt line, the thick line disappearing into my jeans, top button still hanging open, the jeans held up just below a barely defined adonis belt.

Cody, being a man-mirror, appreciated his work and was blatantly staring at his handiwork.

Pecs throbbing again in attraction to him. I started to drip, my nipples excruciatingly contracting and releasing, hungry for him. They were begging for Cody against me. I wanted to hold him very badly right now.

He took a step forward and reached out a hand. I was afraid of his touch, didn't know what it would bring. He sensed my anxiety and looked at me with big sincere eyes, and placed his hand gratefully on the side of my torso, softly, still looking up. I closed my eyes and felt his touch, soothing, warm, unthreatening, and then I felt his breath. right in the middle of my chest. I opened my eyes and looked down at the top of his head, tilted my head down, and kissed his scalp. My arms went wide and gathered him in them pulling him close.

"Cooooode."

"Mmmmmm."

He sighed.

Oh. Shit.

The little fucker.

I was growing again.

"OK you fucker."

"Enough of your heinous bullshit."

He was laughing.

"YOU feed the goddam dog."

She'd been waiting by the fireplace all through dinner.

Cody disappeared inside carrying a tray full of dishes and used table linens and I grabbed a couple more split logs to put on the fire.

I put the big table away while Cody filled the bowl with food. I watched the interaction between the two to see if she would try to take advantage of the new guy.

She was pacing, hungry.

Cody said

"What do all good dogs do before they eat?"

She sat stone rock solid still, not even prancing with her front paws. I decided to test it.

"Code, can you hang up this table?"

He turned and came over to me, grabbing the thing and hanging it from the wall pegs.

"You have a dog that needs attended to, buddy."

Still sitting there, stone solid, not moving, watching his every step. Cody looked at me, at the dog, at me, then realizing he hadn't released her, said

"Enjoy your dinner."

She grinned and stamped her paws, padded over to the bowl and dug in.

He grinned at me and shook his head.

"I think she just added you to the pack, bro."

"Freaky shit."

Not as freaky as us, man.

Cody had me walking around with a 10 inch uncut hardon soaking the leg of my jeans this whole time. I mean, it was unfair. Sensitive, like my nipples, which were all tight holding back some serious flow. I needed (Yeah... need) him to suck them.

He was a beautiful tormentor. Graceful. His movements were almost cat-like, but very masculine. When he moved a hand It was sensual to watch his fingers grasp something. Strong.

"Code."

eyebrows raised looking at me with a question in his eyes.

"Shirt?"

"Oh."

"Yeah."

Off it came and there he was.

I damn near had to sit down. Fucking perfect. Round in all the right places, traps meeting a thick neck like a wrestler, his torso forming a wide vee ending in a VERY pronounced adonis belt that skidded into the front of his jeans below the waist line, his abs relaxed but defined, covered in downy hair that grouped like mine into a line that disappeared into that unbuttoned top button. The difference between our chest hair was that I had envisioned his a little longer, downier, and able to be messed up and caked to his skin when coated with semen. Sue me. I'm a pervert and I like slimy, sweaty men, and with his libido and over productive prostate, he was my wet dream. I also made him sweaty with my favorite brand of Cody scent when he was aroused. The air was full of it, and it made me want him. HARD.

He didn't seem unhappy. Sticky, profane looking fucker, beads of sperm and Cody milk dancing on his torso in the firelight. He looked up at me like `is this okay?.' I fucking melted.

"Code?"

I was stripping off my jeans and pulling a chair closer to the fire.

"Yeah?"

"Still... ummm.. hungry?"

My now ten inches was throbbing in the night air, dripping ooze onto the patio. I was leaving a trail.

"I have a request."

"What the F...?"

Fucker walked right up to me and planted his lips on a nipple and my world shattered. I saw stars. I saw dancing firelight. I saw flames in the fireplace, briefly. I saw the back of my eyelids, a lot. It was like I was sharing my soul with him through my left pec. the throbbing eased and the nipple relaxed, still sensitive but, it had done its duty. The right pec was fucking begging for attention.

He was licking his lips.

"This shit is GOOD."

"Code, if you don't even me out I am going to punch you in the face and beat you with a chair."

He was a sadistic fucker. He ran his tongue over the right pec. I looked down at him and he had a playful sex evil grin on his face.

"Cooode" I breathed.

He looked up at me with those big browns and touched the nipple with his tongue.

Wow.

Gorgeous man.

"CODY."

He sparkled at me, his tongue tracing the outline of the bunched up areola.

"You fucker."

"OK."

"Bastard."

"PLEASE."

He latched on and sucked. HARD.

Thank God.

I thought I was going to go insane from need but now it was from pleasure. I arched my back off the chair and came.

"FUCK CODY!!!!"

He stared up at me from my heaving chest.

I knew damned well he had come also. I dunno why, but this is reciprocal. The giver gets what the receiver does. Parallel reactions. Cool. Freaky cool.

Slimy mess. I started to reach down to swipe the semen off my chest, some of which was hanging from Cody's chin, and he grabbed my arm.

"Got someplace to be, big guy?"

"Wh...?"

"If you don't, then leave it."

"I like you funky."

Well, fuck me.

Ohhhh Kayy by me. I liked the way I smelled and loved the way Cody smelled. His scent spoke to me, like wanting to hold him and fuck him and make him feel special. I had a feeling I smelled way different than that to him but he hadn't described it other than it made him want to defer to me. This was fucking heaven. Yep. Puzzle pieces.

Cody stared down at my dick. Shit was about to go down. He looked up at me with ornery eyes. I grinned at him. The dog chuffed from beside the fireplace, one eye watching us. Cody stood up and leaned over me for a kiss.

Author's side note: This is the first story I have written and also my first submission to NIFTY. If any readers have comments or suggestions feel free to send them on to wvotterdad@yahoo.com I will be around. Happy jacking. -Stu.