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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 Seven

Things began to happen quickly. I completely embarrassed myself when I called a friend of mine with the school district to inquire about getting Cody into school. Of course the first thing he asked me was the boy's name and it was then that I realized that all I knew was "Cody." I told my friend that the doorbell was ringing and that I'd have to call him back. I think he believed me and that saved me from having to figure out how to explain that I didn't have the foggiest idea what his full name was. It was time to have a long conversation with Cody.

Cody looked absolutely radiant that morning. His eyes sparkled, his smile was genuine and relaxed and his hair shone as we sat by the pool and I explained my dilemma to him. I assured him that I would not betray him and that if he truly wanted to stay with me, I had to know his past. I had to be able to get school records and birth certificates.

I reached out and ran my fingers through his soft mane. "Cody, I never want you to go away. I want to be a part of your life and I want to know as much about you as I can. Please believe me that all I really want is the best for you."

Cody looked a little forlorn as he appeared to reach back in the recesses of his mind to bring up his life story from its painful storage place. I listened intently as I came to realize how much he had truly loved both his parents, his home, his friends and the life that he was living until the sequence of tragedies which brought him to me. His name was Cody Mitchell. He was born in Cody but almost immediately moved to a suburb of St. Louis where he enjoyed being a little boy with two adoring parents. His father was an engineer and his mother was a teacher. When he lost his father, he and his mother had bonded even more closely to give each other support. Jack came along when Cody was eight and during the time he was dating Cody's mother was attentive and seemed like a great person. Cody said he liked seeing his mother happy again. It wasn't long after they were married that things turned sour and Jack's abusive nature took over. Through all of that Cody excelled in school and sports. He was an honor student and was unusually talented in baseball and soccer. When his mother died, the boy was totally adrift in an emotional maelstrom. Not only did he have to deal with a stepfather who didn't want him but he was becoming aware of his sexuality as he entered adolescence when he was about half way through age twelve.

I could see that he was having difficulty reliving these memories. Tears would well up in his eyes as he talked about his parents. I put my arm around his shoulders and just comforted him as much as I could, rocking him gently and allowing him to regain his composure. I couldn't believe how much I cared for this boy. The more I knew about him, the more I wanted to take care of him. I felt guilty again about our sexual relationship because I knew that more than anything all I wanted to do was help him grow up in a safe and nurturing environment. That's one thing that people don't realize about being a gay male. The instinct to care for someone is very strong and it goes way beyond sexual desires. I could have and would have instantly stopped any sexual contact with Cody and been perfectly happy providing him with love and support.

I knew that I had to break the pain he was feeling so I suggested we go to the zoo. He looked at me with his big eyes and gratefully hugged me in a way which told me how much he appreciated my caring. My heart was filled with the joy this boy provided. I knew I would do everything in my power to protect him. I grabbed one of my cameras and we headed off to Balboa Park.

Because it was a fall weekday, the zoo wasn't especially crowded. I began snapping a few pictures of Cody as he marveled at the animals. With a lens to my eye, I saw him in a different light. I composed each shot of his face to capture his excitement, his laugh when an animal did something humorous, his youthful energy. I was amazed that this boy didn't walk. I may describe us as walking somewhere but Cody did anything but walk. His grace in motion was incredible. He danced, he gamboled, he glided, he flew but never just walked. His entire body communicated his being like a ballet dancer. Movement and expression melded together to create a natural work of art. My camera was recording a masterpiece. I was photographing the epitome of youth in progress. By the end of the day five rolls of film were gone and I knew that I was beginning a body of work that I hoped would last for years.

By the time we got home, we were both exhausted. I called Pizza Port from the car phone and picked it up on the way back from the zoo. We munched on pizza and watched TV for a little while then I asked if he would like to help me develop the film. We went out to the old maid's quarters and entered the darkroom. I explained the procedure to him in the total darkness and began to process the film. We hung the negatives up to dry and left the darkroom. In the cool of the evening, we walked to the edge of the cliff and watched the moonlight glisten on the waves as they crashed to shore. I couldn't imagine anything better than this.

Although we slept wrapped up in each other's arms, that is all that we did. That night neither of us felt anything sexual, just total peace in the comfort of one another. It was more special than any night we had spent so far.

The next day, I got up early and called an attorney friend who supported gay causes. I briefly discussed Cody's history with him and asked him if he would help to get information on Cody's status in Missouri and anything else he might be able to find out. I called and asked that the boy's birth certificate be faxed to me with an original copy mailed. I told the clerk over the phone in Wyoming that I was his dad and I used his dad's name. I had the fax in less than an hour. Cody slept until 9:30.

"Hey, Jeff. What's going on?" he asked as he came into the family room stretching his arms over his head so that his already tight chest and stomach were even more defined, his jockeys rode up on his hips and produced a nice pouch which held his boyhood. For the first time since day before yesterday, I felt a stirring in my loins at the sight of the sleepy boy wandering into the room.

"Look what I got," I said handing him the fax of his birth certificate.

Cody read the document briefly. "How'd you manage that?"

"I told the clerk in Cody, Wyoming that I was your dad. I hope you don't mind."

The corners of his mouth turned down a little but he recovered quickly. "Naw, that's okay. You're kinda doin' stuff my mom and dad would be doing anyway."

He wandered into the kitchen and foraged for some juice and milk in the refrigerator. The cereal was next and soon milk dribbled down his chin as he shoveled in his cold breakfast. I still had trouble taking my eyes off of him. What pleased me the most was that he was beginning to treat this place as home. He moved naturally into a routine that was seemingly comfortable to him and certainly something I wanted to encourage.

"We've got to go over to the high school and get you enrolled this morning," I said matter-of-factly. "After that I thought we'd go to SeaWorld. We can avoid the weekend crowds."

"Great," he said knowing that I needed the certificate to get him into school. "Did you tell them I was a ninth-grader."

"I told my administrator friend Doug. He'll take care of things for us."

"Can we take a swim before we go?" he asked and I detected a twinkle in his eyes.

"Yeah sure," I said, "We've got all day."

Cody didn't even wait to get outside to escape his underwear and run for the pool. He was so quick that I could only glimpse the beginning of what might be a hard-on. I wasted no time in diving into the water myself. I was hard already.

We splashed and played grab-ass for about fifteen minutes, laughing and joking. I felt like I was thirteen again. Just watching his lithe body breach the water, arms stretched for the sky sent electricity through my body.

"On the way to SeaWorld, how about we stop at Nordstroms for a blowjob. I think they're having a sale," he laughed.

"Cute, real cute!" I said. "Is your pecker in an uproar?"

"It will be by the time I get to your end of the pool," he said with a smile.

"Then launch your ass up on the side and I'll return the favor you gave me day before yesterday."

Less than thirty seconds later, the strapping boy had his legs spread wide and I had a mouthful of hot boycock. Cody just placed his arms behind him so that his torso was leaning back at a 45 degree angle, his eyes closed, his proud erection sinking between my sucking lips. I took the meat out only long enough to establish a rule. "We don't have to do any more warning about cumming. When you're ready to cum just do it!" I announced.

"Quit talking and stuff that dick back in your mouth. You're spoiling it," he ordered.

I quickly returned to my duties and in about two minutes, my mouth was flooded with the hot juices I had so come to love. I guess it was an acquired taste or maybe it was just the taste of love itself. I didn't want to let this wondrous center of Cody's adolescence go. I sucked gently as I felt it began to go limp. Standing shoulder deep in the water, I reached out and massaged the small of his back and then allowed myself to caress his firm erect nipples. I stroked what I could reach of his ass and felt my way down the outside of his firm legs, all the while, Cody's boyhood was still in my mouth. He didn't tell me to take it out and I didn't want to, just yet anyway. I guess this went on for about a minute and then to my surprise, I felt the cock begin growing in my mouth again. Was this possible? Could a thirteen year old possibly dump his load and in the same blowjob gear up for a second round. This was amazing. I started suck again, not forcefully but gently, licking and swirling my tongue around this resurrected soldier. Unbelievably, Cody shot an equally hot load of cum down my throat in another two minutes.

"You'd better stop," he said breathlessly.

I let the now red meat slip out of my mouth. "Shit Cody, I didn't know you could do that!" I exclaimed.

"Neither did I," he said breathlessly, "Fuck that was fine."

We both got out of the pool but only one of us was hard. "Okay what do you want?" Cody asked.

"I don't need anything," I said, my hard-on proving that I was lying.

"You want me to suck or do you want to try fucking again?" he asked.

"Didn't that ass fucking hurt?" I asked.

"Did you like it?" he asked using a question for question technique.

"Sure," I said.

"Then it didn't hurt. Go get the grease."

I came back and lubed us both up. "I want to look at you this time," I said.

"Put your heals on my shoulder."

Cody did as he was instructed and I looked down to see my rose colored target. I gently slid my cockhead to the entrance of his inner sanctum and pressed forward. I watched his angelic face as my manhood entered his body. I could detect no sign of discomfort, as a matter of fact, he was smiling. I began fucking him easily, smoothly and gently. I placed my arms on each side of his face and pumped up and down in his tight sucking ass. At one point when I was completely buried in him, I leaned down and kissed him. It was still unbelievable to me that I had the good fortune to be with this boy. I came in buckets as I always did with him. I filled his ass with every drop of lovejuice I could produce. When I withdrew, I collapsed on top of him. "I guess you didn't like it again," he whispered in my ear.

"Uhhhhh," was all I could manage in response.

We got up and dove in the pool again. After doing a little cleaning up, we sat on the steps. He played with my flaccid dick.

"Well kid, I guess that's enough of the fun stuff for now. We'd better head for the high school."

We showered together and it was all I could do to keep from getting it up again. Just hours before I had said to myself that I could be satisfied with just loving this boy but now, I was completely happy that I didn't have to settle for that.

By eleven thirty, we had been at the high school and Cody had a schedule. I asked that he be put on a college prep track until we could figure out how to get his records. He signed up for soccer as well and agreed to meet the coach after school on Monday. I was glad that he would have some after school activity because I had to return to my normal work routine and wouldn't be home until almost 5:30 in the evening.

As was the case at the zoo, my camera raced through film as Cody explored SeaWorld. It was warm enough so I set him up to get a bath from Shamu. The pictures of that huge fan of water drenching him as he held his arms over his head to protect himself were priceless. I knew he was planning a way to retaliate but I warned him about getting water in the camera. I didn't have long to wait to see how he would pay me back.

We'd seen just about everything so we went to the hospitality center where I got a sample of beer. Then we went over to the barn to see the Clydesdales. Cody had a strange smirk on his face and I still don't know how he managed it. There was no one in this particular area. He was leaning into the corral area talking to one of the horses, his SeaWorld program at his waist. It was a classic picture with his beautiful profile nose to nose with this huge beast. I aimed my camera and at the exact moment I snapped the shutter, Cody broke into a huge grin and dropped his hands to his sides. With the program out of the way, I had just taken a picture of him with a huge hard-on sticking straight out of his jeans.

"Fucking shit, Cody!" I exclaimed.

He quickly turned away, stuffed his cock back in his pants, zipped up and then collapsed into a hysterical fit on the floor of the barn area. I think he scared the shit out of the horse and he sure as hell did me as I sheepishly glanced around to see if anybody else was there. Cody could hardly breathe he was laughing so hard.

"Dammit, Cody! You could get us arrested. I hope they don't have video cameras in this place!"

He was still laughing but I noticed he scanned the rafters for cameras as I did. We didn't notice any.

"Remember Seymore at the seal show?" he sputtered.


"Well after your Shamu stunt, I thought I'd let you ‘See More'!" he launched into another round of hysteria.

Like the Nordstroms incident, I couldn't help but start snickering myself. Soon, I was laughing as hard a Cody. I tousled his hair and shoved him toward the door. "Let's get your ass out of here now!" I commanded. I wasted no time getting him out of the park and into the car. "Tell me, Cody, is this sort of thing going to become a habit?"

"Never know," he smirked.

That night we developed the pictures and sure as shit, there he was with this huge Clydesdale looking at him quizzically, the prankster expression on Cody's face and this six inches of hard meat aimed right at the horse's chest. Now not only was I addicted to everything else about him but I had become infected by his spontaneous, unpredictable sense of humor.

The next week he started school and I went back to work. Routine began to set in and Cody began to use his own room. I missed having him beside me at night but I knew it was better this way. He became completely occupied with making a place for himself at high school with the kids and the soccer team. During the evenings, we were both tired, so we'd sit and watch TV until it was time to go to bed. Most of the time while we'd watch, I'd have my arm around him. He never seemed to mind. Each night as we left for our rooms, there was a loving hug and a gentle kiss good night. It was my favorite way to retire. How had I ever managed without him? I knew I never wanted to.

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