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Author's Note:

If you are offended by material involving sex between a man and an adolescent boy or between teen boys then read no further. If you are under eighteen then also, please read no further. This story is purely fictional and exists only in the mind of the author.

AUTHOR: (TeenTales)

It was this story of Cody that first gave me the idea to write "The Adventures of Cody and TJ".   It has everythin that you want in a story and I hope thatya enjoy it.

The story is printed with permission of TeenTales.

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Chapter Two

We went back to the room and after a couple hours of television, we went to bed. Again I had the pleasure of watching Cody undress. I didn't know if I could sleep with this beautiful child in the bed next to me but a memorized him in his underwear, slipping under the sheets as I turned out the light. He was instantly asleep, breathing softly and contentedly. I wondered if he would stay around tomorrow. Finally I went to sleep.

The next morning, I bought breakfast for the two of us, got him a key to the room and left to make my rounds. I gave him five bucks to get some lunch if he wanted to. He seemed truly grateful

It was all I could do to concentrate on my work through the day. Every five seconds the image of Cody was slipping into my mind and knotting up my stomach in fear that he wouldn't be at the motel when I got back. At last the long day of drug pushing ended and I sped back to the room. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw him lying on the bed reading a comic book.

"Hi, Jeff," he said with a smile.

"Hey, Cody," I smiled back.

"I hope you don't mind but I used some of the five to buy this comic book. I did eat a burger though. Your change is on the table," he said.

"I don't mind, the five was yours to keep. What did you do all day?" I asked.

"I didn't go swimming because I didn't have suit," he responded. "I went down to the park for a long time. I met some guys my age who had skateboards so I just hung around and watched them. They let me use their boards for awhile too. It was fun. I used to skateboard back home all the time."

"I don't know how old you are, Cody," I said since he had mentioned age.

"I'm almost fourteen," he said somewhat proudly.

"Got a birthday coming up then?" I asked.

"Yep, about three weeks not that it will make any difference," he said a little sadly.

"It might. You never know," I responded. "So what else did you do?"

"Oh I walked into town a little ways, got a burger and this comic then came back here and read it and watched some TV."

"I'm sorry I didn't think about a bathing suit. Stupid me," I apologized. "We could have picked one up last night or even this morning if I'd thought of it."

"You've done plenty for me already, Jeff. I don't know why you're doing all this anyway," he said shaking his long dark hair back from his burning eyes.

"I'm doing it because you needed the help and you seem like a pretty neat kid," I answered truthfully but not adding that I wanted to touch every inch of his young body.

Again he asked the same question. "What are you doing tomorrow?"

"I head back the interstate to Billings with a few stops along the way. You're welcome to come along if you want," I answered, again hoping that he would stay with me.

"I've got nothing better to do," he said. "And your pretty cool, too."

I blushed. "Thanks, glad you're coming along then. But I have to ask you one thing. I can't believe that your step dad isn't worried about you."

"He's not," Cody said instantly.

"Well I'm worried about it. How about humoring me and giving me his phone number. I don't know his last name and I don't what town I'm calling so it would just be a check for me to let him know you're okay and see what he said."

"He's not worried, Jeff," the boy said strongly.

"Listen, Cody. Let me explain this another way. I could be in a lot of trouble here if the cops are looking for you and I'm hauling you all over Montana. If I call him and he says no problem, we're in the clear and I'm not worried."

Cody sighed and then reluctantly gave me the phone number.

"His name is Jack, right?"

Cody nodded.

I picked up the phone and dialed the number.

"Hello?" a male voice said after the third ring.

"Hello, is this Jack?" I asked.

"Who wants to know?" the voice said roughly.

"My name's Jeff and I picked up your stepson hitchhiking. I just wanted to let you know he's okay and see if there was anything you wanted to tell him," I answered.

"I don't give a flying fuck if that little faggot is alive or dead. You tell that little fuck I never want to see him again and don't you ever fuckin' call me again either asshole!" he shouted and slammed down the receiver.

I looked at the receiver in my hand with an obviously shocked expression before I put it back on the hook. My 155 pound body was shaken.

Cody looked pained. "He said he didn't want to see me again, didn't he?"

I nodded.

"He called me a faggot didn't he?" the boy asked.

I nodded again.

As I looked at the boy's beautiful face I saw large tears begin to roll down his cheeks. That was all it took, I could hold out no longer. I sat on the bed next to him and put my arm around him. "Hey Cody, it's okay man. It's okay."

Cody threw his arms around me and buried his face in my shoulder crying in huge, wrenching sobs. I hugged him and let him cry. Through the sobs, he swore for the first time. "That son of a bitch! That fucking son of a bitch. I tried like crazy to please him for Mom's sake but I couldn't do anything right. He beat the shit out of me every other day!" I hugged him tighter, petting his soft flowing hair. At last he released his hold on me and sat up. "I should just off myself and be done with it!" he said.

"Don't ever think or say that!" I exclaimed. "Why don't you just tell me what happened?"

Still crying and gasping for breath, "You'd throw me out too!"

"That would be the last thing I'd do Cody. I promise no matter what you tell me you can stay with me as long as you want."

The gorgeous eyes brimming with tears looked at me with a pleading look.

"I think I am a fucking faggot!" he blurted out. "That's why Jack threw me out. He crashed into my room and found me and my friend Mark jacking off together. He about killed Mark throwing him out the front door and within fifteen minutes after that, he tossed me and my backpack of clothes out too! So there it is, you've picked up a fuckin' queer!" he sobbed.

If it had been any other circumstance, I would have been instantly erect at the thought of this boy beating his meat with another boy but this wasn't erotic. This was deeply sad. I knew because I had been there when I was a teenager myself and had finally admitted to myself I liked boys better than girls.

"All boys mess around with each other sometimes," I said as comfortingly as I could. I hugged him again.

He looked up at me. "Jeff, I'm trying to tell you it's true. I do like boys. I never get excited about girls. That's why I may as well die!"

I grabbed him by his shoulders and made him look at me head on. "Cody, it's not something to kill yourself over. I like boys too!" I said becoming a little misty eyed myself.

The boy just looked at me with those wide eyes. "You do?" he asked.

"Yeah, I do. I went through the same thing when I was fourteen except my parents didn't throw me out. But it wasn't easy. I could never bring a friend home because they were sure I would be doing nasty things with him in my room. Now it's still tough because I still like boys but I'm not really that turned on by men. So my interests are illegal because I love adolescent boys although I've never had a sexual experience with one. I could never hurt a boy. Gawd, Cody, I've never said this stuff to anyone!"

"Is that why you picked me up? You wanted to have sex with me?" Cody asked without any condemnation in his voice.

"I picked you up because you are the best looking kid I've ever seen and you were in trouble. Not only are great looking but you're one of the neatest kids I've talked to too. I can't have sex with you, it's illegal and I'd go to jail for a century if I did. You don't have to worry about me. I won't come on to you. But I do know how you're feeling and it's okay. There's nothing we can do about it. There isn't any cure but you've got your youth and there are lots of guys out there your age who have the same feelings. You'll meet them and then you'll have support and love and probably some neat sex too!"

"Thanks, Uncle Jeff," he smiled weakly and hugged me. "I'm glad you picked me up. I think I'll be okay now."

I tousled his fine hair and moved back to my bed. "How about us celebrating our coming out with a fancy dinner?" I suggested.

"Coming out?" he questioned.

"Admitting we're both a couple of fags," I grinned.

Finally the boy grinned. "Yeah, let's celebrate."

I stopped at the local Walmart and bought him two new outfits. Blue jeans, shirts, underwear, socks and new tennis shoes. "No baggy gang shit!" I told him.

We found the best restaurant in Butte and had a four course meal. The whole evening must have set me back about $150 bucks but Cody was just beaming and it was worth it to see him happy. Finally we got back to the motel and hit the sack.

"Good Night, Cody," I said in the dark.

"Good night, Jeff and thanks," he answered.

"Anytime," I said and drifted off into peaceful sleep.

I knew I was sleeping more contentedly than I had for a long time when I halfway woke up in the middle of the night. I felt an arm around me and the soft smooth flesh of a boy pressed against my back. I was instantly awake and instantly erect. Cody had moved over to my bed. I could feel his nipples, his breathing and most of all I could feel this hard bulge pressing against me at the top of my butt. What was I going to do now?

"Are you awake?" I whispered softly.

"Uh huh," he said softly.

"Cody this isn't good. You know after what I told you that this shouldn't happen."

"What's going to happen?" he asked.

"Nothing's going to happen! Go back to your bed!" I almost shouted. I rolled over and could see the boy in the soft moonlight coming through the thin drapes. He was so awesome.

"You don't want me here with you, Jeff?" he asked. "You said you liked boys!"

"I want you here with me more than anything in the world but it isn't right!" I pleaded.

"If it's okay with me it should be okay with you," Cody said matter-of-factly.

"It may be okay with you and with me but it isn't with the cops," I said turning the bedside lamp on.

Cody was looking more beautiful than ever. His firm young body lying next to mine with just the cotton of his new jockeys separating me from seeing the last part of him.

"I don't see any cops, do you?" he asked with a wry grin.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked him.

"Jeff, you're the first person I've been able to talk to in years. You've been good to me and I want to do something for you. You said you've never been with a boy since you got older. Well here's your chance and I want to try it too. I was lying over there thinking and the more I thought the hornier I got. I promise I won't call the cops!"

"Oh fuck," I said. I was gone. There was no turning back. "Stand up," I commanded.

Cody leaped out of the bed and stood in front of me as I swung my legs over the side. I could see the outline of his erection under the shorts. I was doomed. I rubbed my hands over his beautiful chest, feeling every ripple in his tight yet silky skin. Cody closed his eyes as my hands explored his sides and the small of his back. At last I could wait no longer and I grasped the elastic of his underwear, pulled the band forward to allow what I would see next to escape and lowered his briefs halfway down his thighs. There in front of me stood almost six inches of boyhood perfection, standing proudly at a forty-five degree angle pointing toward the ceiling. It was nestled in a soft fan of brown hair that betrayed the fact that he wasn't long into his adolescence. The penis was as beautiful as the rest of him, hard, excited, a flawless shaft and perfectly formed head. It was the prettiest piece of boymeat I could have imagined. I just stared at it, watching the clear drop of precum form on its tip. I pulled his jockeys all the way down and allowed him to step out of them.

"Now what?" Cody asked innocently.

"Fuck if I know. I've never done anything like this before!" I said not taking my eyes off his erection.

"What have thought you would do. What ever it is, I'm okay Jeff. Just do it," the boy encouraged.

I abandoned any hope of stopping. I grasped his tight ass cheeks and pulled him close to me. I began licking on inside of his thighs. I could see goosebumps forming and felt him shiver. I licked my way all around his testicles and nuzzled the shaft out of the way as I licked his pubic hair as well. I had never smelled a boy before and the odor was like no other perfume in the world, fresh, innocent and yet lusty. I began licking his balls, two perfectly formed nuts in a soft hairless sack. I licked his shaft and he shivered again. He said nothing. Finally I reached out and tenderly grasped the center of his boyhood with my right hand and brought the head of it to my lips, catching the glistening precum with my tongue. At last I placed my lips on the tip of his hot meat and pushed down the shaft allowing my tongue and lips to feel every millimeter of this wondrous boycock as it slipped into my mouth. Cody moaned a little as he felt his penis enter. I had never sucked a cock before but I attacked this one with abandon. I was in a trance and there was nothing to wake me out of it. I began to pump up and down on it while using my tongue to circle the head, particularly focusing on the tender underside of it. My nostrils flared as I attempted to take in every sensory image I could - his taste, his smell, the feel of the hard boymeat in my mouth, the soft round globes of his ass cupped in my hands. He was awesome. I loved the feel of the hard velvety smooth shaft in my mouth. The taste of his precum which was flowing freely and mixing with my saliva. I never wanted this to end.

"Uhhh," Cody moaned.

I kept sucking and licking. I took his dick out of my mouth and licked right at the base of the head for a few seconds and then I popped it back in my mouth and renewed my sucking, licking technique.

"Oh shit, Jeff," Cody said quietly, "You'd better stop. I'm gonna cum."

It had never occurred to me to take his cock out of my mouth before he came but I did consider it because I would have liked to have seen this beautiful meat erupt. I quickly put that thought aside hoping that I might see it later. I sucked gently yet firmly feeling the motion of his loins thrusting back and forth, helping his boyhood slide in and out.

"I mean it, Jeff, I'm gonna cum!" he said with a little more force.

I took as much of his shaft into my mouth as I could and then with a strong suck slowly backed off of it.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh..." Cody moaned.

He shot a molten load of boy juice into my mouth just as I had backed up the shaft almost to the head. The blast didn't catch me by surprise exactly but never having had a cumming cock in my mouth, I was unprepared for the velocity and amount of cum a young boy could produce. The spewing cock seemed to shoot forever. I counted at least seven blasts from the moaning boy but it may have been closer to twelve. I held very still while Cody emptied the fruit of his loins into my mouth, the creamy milk flowing over, under and around my tongue. I flared my nostrils again savoring the full taste of boycum. At last, he finished his orgasm, backed his dick out of my lips and flopped back on his own bed, his beautiful stomach still heaving with electricity from his experience, his spent boyhood glistening with my saliva. I swallowed his milk and licked my lips.

"Thank you," I said.

Cody looked up at me across his chest. "That was incredible, Jeff!"

My own dick was so hard I could have pounded nails with it.

After about a minute, the naked boy sat up on the edge of his bed and looked over at me. "You want me to do it to you?" he asked.

"You don't need to," I said.

"How'd it taste?" he asked with the curiosity of a normal adolescent.

I really hadn't thought about it from an analytical point of view. I studied the flavor that still remained in my mouth and burned in my throat. "Well," I said, "I can't say it tastes wonderful, a little fishy I guess, but coming from you and making you feel good, it tastes like milk and honey. I'll never forget it for as long as I live."

"Me either," Cody agreed.

I lay back on the bed and in an instant Cody was back with me. He tugged on my underwear so I lifted up and let him remove them. My seven inches of cock were fully at attention as they had been throughout the last few minutes. Cody gasped my hard meat in his young hand and began stroking softly. He lay down beside me and put his head on my chest, I could feel the softness of his hair on my nipples. He was watching my cock slide up and down in his hand. He was wonderful and I pushed his head out of the way just as I came. My own enormous load fired all the way to my neck as Cody kept milking me for all I was worth. When I was finally spent, he took his lean young body to the bathroom, brought back a hand towel and wiped me clean. The he tossed the towel aside, reached over and turned out the light and then snuggled in next to me. I looked at the clock, it was two o'clock in the morning.

"Good night," Cody said.

"Good night," I said and I brought my face near his. I softly kissed his young lips and was surprised when he returned it. We fell asleep in each other's arms, exhausted and happy.

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