Part 1

November 10, 2007 · Filed Under Winters Fare

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Winter’s Fare (Part 1)

Taylor stood at the mirror, checking his hair and as always, checking his own lithe body. He wasn’t a bad looking 18 year old. He stood at just 6 feet, his blond hair wasn’t long, but it covered most of his ears. His frame of 170 lbs was solid, thanks to his constant workouts in the gym. He liked what he saw; he only wished that someone else would like it, maybe someone like Cody?

The mere mention of Cody’s name, even in his thoughts, always sent a shiver down his spine. He was definitely hooked on that stud, the local college hunk of the term. It was only because of Cody that he was here now, in front of this damn mirror trying to get ready for a dance he was petrified of going to.

Taylor had first met Cody, the man who haunted his nights, at the beginning of term, when he was assigned to help tutor a few of the college’s athletes. He had drawn Cody, the new student and the hopes of the entire football team. The highly recruited quarterback had chosen this small Colorado college instead of some big league school for reasons that confused many, but was a major success for this little known school. The administration had assigned Taylor, an honors student to make sure their star passed.

From the first site of Cody, lounging on his bed in the dorm room, his long lanky frame stretched out, exposing a perfect specimen of young manhood. His 6 foot 2 inch body had it all, as far as Taylor was concerned.

He had deep dark brooding eyes, that when they lit up, the whole room shone. His dark hair, cut short to just above his ears, his broad chest, with rippling muscles and that flat solid washboard stomach had made Taylor almost faint from the sheer magnificence.

Taylor’s body had reacted to this vision of delight in usual fashion, he had gotten the hardest erection he had ever experienced and it had confused him terribly that first day.

Three times a week Taylor had to sit next to Cody and go over the week’s lessons. Each time, he promised himself that he would concentrate only on the lessons; but the second he sat down, the unique odor and smell of this hunk would send his body into a spasm of aching torment.

Taylor could only imagine what it would be like to be held in Cody’s arms, to be kissed by this stud and even those thoughts were incomplete, as Taylor was still a rookie, a virgin in the field of love and sex.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if Cody hadn’t been so damn nice. He had a ‘to die for’ southern twang to his voice, that made it seem like he was singing a soft song each time he spoke. And his smile, man what a smile he had. You never knew when it would burst on to the scene, and it made him look so damn friggin hot! Taylor just couldn’t get enough of this stud, hell he even went to the football games just to stare wistfully at the way he walked onto the field, those damn tight pants, showing his firm ass. There wasn’t anything about him that he didn’t love, and as he flicked his hair back, Taylor knew he was going to be in trouble. He had another erection and he only had a few minutes left to get dressed and head off to the dance, to spend an agonizing time watching Cody and the female population of the college dance the night away.

Taylor shook his head and turned his thoughts to Darla, the current girl associated with his Cody. That thought always brought his erect penis down to its normal state, and this time it worked.

He still couldn’t quite figure out why he was heading off to certain torture if not outright humiliation; but then, yes he could. He was doing it because Cody had asked him to.

As he pulled his tight blue jeans on, his mind recalled that day, only a week ago, when he was at Cody’s dorm room. Brad was there, the star wide receiver, and they had just finished going over for the umpteenth time their last game, the last one of the season that had surpassed everyone’s dreams.

The mood was infectious, and Cody was in a really hyped mood, punching Taylor on the shoulder as he sat down, the mere touch almost forcing Taylor to excuse himself to use the washroom. That was something he found he was doing way too often lately.

The team wasn’t going to any bowl games, but it had actually finished with a winning season, thanks mostly to Cody and to Brad. If they were popular earlier, they were now like Gods to the alumni and to the student body. Taylor was on the fringe of this, and he liked the attention. He reveled in the atmosphere and when Cody talked about the Victory Dance coming up, he too grinned.

That faded quickly when Cody asked if he was going. He didn’t know what to say and he just shrugged it off, but Cody wouldn’t drop it.

“Come on man, you have to go,” he insisted. Finally Taylor said he didn’t have a date, and then his world collapsed as Cody told him that wouldn’t be a problem. He, Cody, would get him a date, and so the die was cast.

It was almost like he was pleading with him, and those eyes, that face, it was all too much for Taylor. Cody seemed to be willing him to accept and to give in to his demands.

Taylor couldn’t wiggle out now. He was hooked and he felt like unless he came down with a life threatening disease, he would have to go to a dance and pretend to like it. If he didn’t, then his escape to this small college would have been wasted. He would be found out once again, and once again he would have to run, unfulfilled, still a haunted being.

Taylor tried every trick in his limited repertoire, but to no avail. He gave up when Cody asked him if he just didn’t want to join him in celebrating a victory he helped engineer. How could he refuse this man anything?

Reluctantly he agreed and for his reward, he received another light punch to his shoulder. He tingled with the touch, his straining penis stretched even more and this time, he excused himself to go to the bathroom for relief.

For the entire week he had been on edge. What would happen if he couldn’t control his body, as if he ever really did? How would everyone laugh at him, but worse, what would Cody do?

He was petrified of going, and here he was walking towards the gym anyway. The night was cold, a huge cloud cover and a distinct snow smell was in the air. It would be snowing before morning, he knew and with that thought his spirits buoyed somewhat. It would mean that at least for this Christmas break he could get some real skiing in.

He could hear the music through the gym doors. The parking lot was packed and yet he still managed to spot Cody’s older style Camero in the lot. If that car could talk, he thought as he walked past.

Walking through that gym door, Taylor entered the Straight World and, so he thought, walked into his night of reckoning. He was scared, and yet also excited, because there in the far corner was Cody, a blue cotton shirt glued to his unbelievable chest, tight fitting white pants clearly showing his massive solid body.

Just the distant site of him, surrounded by clamoring girls, made an instant impression on him. He could feel his penis stir, and in a definite effort he searched out and saw Darla, draped on one arm of Cody. That vision was enough and the faint stirrings ended as quickly as they popped up.

Slowly he made his way to the far corner. As he got closer, his nervousness increased, his panic rose, and he could feel his stomach churning.

“Hey, there you are Taylor! Get over here, we’ve been waiting for you!” shouted Cody.

Everyone around him turned to stare and he felt like he was under a microscope being examined for strange bugs.

“Hi,” he mumbled, as he entered the circle of what was the most popular group at the entire college.

Cody made the introductions, saving Cathy for last. Taylor knew her from one of his classes, and she was a pretty nice looking girl, so he thought. She smiled and yet it was like he wasn’t even there. He could see it in her eyes; she was enamored by Cody, as virtually every girl on campus was. He smiled to himself, wondering what she would say if she knew that she shared the same lustful thoughts about Cody as her date did.

Darla wasn’t in a very happy mood, so Taylor thought, but then was she ever?

Cody was in top form. He was directing everyone around him just as he directed his football team to a stunning 8-3 record. Brad being the newest member of the team bore the brunt of Cody’s dictates along with a girl called Sandy.

Taylor wasn’t immune either and he was forced to the dance floor several times with Cathy. It wasn’t as bad as he thought, and Cathy couldn’t stop talking about Cody, which didn’t hurt his feelings one little bit.

The evening wore on. For the most part he sat at the table, enjoying watching his dream man dance on the floor with her. He always referred to Darla as “her” which made her appear as a mere obstacle to remove. He sat there, smiling for the most part, as his brain somehow managed to believe that Cody was dancing just for him.

He didn’t even think about how Cody always seemed to dance near the table, always near where he sat. When he was forced to the floor himself, he invariably found Cody dancing next to him, and smiling, always smiling.

Taylor would kill for that smile. The way his mouth would crook up at the corners, causing his eyes to sort of squint, but in a very attractive way. It made him so hot looking and so damn desirable.

He also noticed how Brad looked at him. It wasn’t a glare or a stare, but more of an “I know how you feel” look. Taylor, normally a very observant person, was not so tonight. There was no way he could take it all in, not with Cody wiggling those hips, moving those long firm arms around, and tossing his head, the way he did. No, not a chance.

He found it hard to keep his dick down, no matter how much he tried or how hard he stared at Darla, tonight it just wouldn’t behave. How could it, he thought briefly, with Cody there, tight shirt, tight pants, bulging crotch, how could it behave.

After the second dance he thought maybe he had been found out. He went to sit down next to Brad while Cathy went to freshen up with the other girls. As he came to the table, Brad winked at him, and then as Cody came to the table, he blurted out how something seemed to have gotten Taylor’s attention.

Taylor turned red as Cody stared right at his crotch, and there was no way he could miss the bulge.

Cody whistled as he gazed at Taylor’s crotch. Taylor was squirming now, his breath held in check, waiting for the comment that he knew would end his stay at this college.

“Guess you are hoping for a hot night later, hey Tay?” he asked.

“What? Oh, uh, well you see, I mean, yeah, you know how it is!” he finally sputtered out, exhaling as he did.

Cody and Brad laughed at that, and Brad punched him in the shoulder and asked if anyone else wanted a few drinks. Cody said sure, and then turned to Taylor, “How about you?” and Taylor barely managed to croak out a yes.

Well, at least he didn’t have to worry any more about hiding his hard on. For being a bright guy he should have thought of that scenario, but then he wasn’t just a virgin in gay sex alone.

It was nearing the end, he could tell as couples were slowly leaving together, arm in arm. Cathy sensed it too, and she more or less ignored Taylor now, spending her time either staring at Cody or glaring at Darla, mind you she only glared when her back was turned.

Brad and his date were getting ready to head off. “Hey Taylor, you need a ride home?” he asked.

Before he could answer, Cody piped up ‘Nah, he’s catching one with me and Dar, later Brad!” And with those eight words, Taylor’s world was about to change forever.

Cathy, it seemed, was even happier about that than Taylor. She immediately snuggled up close to Taylor, attaching herself to him. Taylor thought it was more like a Morse code signal, take him with you, and I come along as part of the package. It disgusted him somewhat, but he played along, simply because he was just too damn happy.

Brad and his date left, and slowly the entire gym was getting empty as couples left arm in arm. Their table now consisted of only Darla, Cathy, Cody and himself. Conversation was not easy, and in fact was very strained and awkward.

As the last dance was about to begin, Darla grabbed Cody’s arm to take him to the floor. The band was just getting into “Stairway to Heaven” as Cody resisted the pull.

“Come on Dar, give me a break, I’ve been dancing all night. Why don’t you take Taylor for a spin?” he said.

Taylor almost choked on the remnants of his drink. How could he do that to him? He had a real dumb look on his face, or he must of, cause Cody started bursting out laughing.

Looking as if he would fall on the floor with the laughter, Cody rose up and took Darla’s arm and headed off to the dance floor.

“Man, you should see your face!” he quipped as he left to take Darla to the dance floor for the last dance.

Taylor sputtered and just couldn’t come up with a comment. He had been had and he knew it. Cathy was still glued to his arm and she seemed to be pulling at it. Finally he came down to earth and realized she wanted to dance as well.

The music was playing and there were still lots of room on the dance floor, yet somehow Cody and Darla seemed to always be near. Taylor was lost in his fantasy world as he danced with a girl in his arms. He kept having this vision of Cody being in his arms, his head nestled against his own chest, not some woman’s.

Every now and then he would open his eyes, and each time he did, there was Cody, either his straight back with bulging shoulder muscles clearly defined in his tight shirt or it was Darla’s back with Cody’s thin face leaning over his shoulder, his eyes staring right into Taylor’s.

He knew he was having a problem, his crotch ached, and his body was in torment, and yet Cathy never seemed to notice the hard cock pressing against her own thighs. Maybe she too was in a fantasy world about Cody? He shook his head and noticed once again that Cody was looking right at him, now with a tight smile on his lips and a knowing spark in his dark eyes.

They gathered their stuff, and headed off to the parking lot. Cathy was snuggled into Taylor but her eyes were locked on the backs of Cody and Darla. She certainly had it bad for him thought Taylor.

Taylor enjoyed watching Cody walk. He had an interesting gait. It wasn’t funny or anything, but it was so purposeful, so powerful, yet dignified and controlled. Amazing how something this complex could be so graceful.

As they opened the door, a blast of cold frigid air hit them hard. Taylor almost took a step backwards, but Cathy didn’t budge, it was as if she was mesmerized by Cody and nothing else fazed her.

The night had an eerie glow to it. There was snow in the air and Taylor for the first time that night, thought about skiing and not Cody.

Cathy raced forward, and Taylor trudged along behind, enjoying the fresh scent and the tingling in the air. It was why he came here instead of going to the University of Miami or some other large campus. He knew that come Christmas break he would be on the slopes.

Finally he looked ahead and saw that Cathy was almost riding Cody’s rear end, and yet Cody and Darla seemed not to notice. He watched Cody’s arched back as if he were involved in a heated discussion and sure enough, as he got to the car, he knew something was up.

Cody motioned for him and Cathy to climb into the back and then they were off. The radio was clicked on and conversation was impossible due to the straining lyrics of “Night Ranger” on the Classic Rock station.

The car sped off into the night and Taylor was left alone to ponder this whole evening. Cathy was too busy drooling over Cody from her seat, and Darla seemed to be in another of her foul moods.

The car raced through the night, the strange glow making it rather like a moonlit summer’s night, except for the cold.

Finally, the car slowed and they were in front of Cathy’s apartment building. Taylor got out to walk her up to the door, which drew a surprise look from Cody and Darla, not to mention Cathy.

It was cold on the front step, and surprising even himself, Taylor gave Cathy a quick kiss on the cheek and thanked her for a nice evening. She stood amazed, then grinned and thanking him went inside. He walked slowly back to the car, knowing that his evening with Cody was about to end now. He wished it didn’t and yet, what would he do if he was alone with Cody? NOTHING was the answer that pounded in his brain.

As he got back into the warm car, he noticed a different type of cold. He got the most killer glare from Darla that almost froze his soul. There wasn’t much conversation and as Cody got back inside and closed the door, he gunned the car. It started to spin and he just gunned it even more.

Darla was edged up to the passenger door. Obviously she wasn’t in a talking mood and Taylor really didn’t mind, he couldn’t stand her high pitched voice anyway. It made her sound like she was whining, and to be honest, he figured she didn’t do much but whine.

He continued to stare off out the window, thinking about his whole evening and how he actually did enjoy it; but how, as usual, he was heading home alone. What would happen when he finished tutoring Cody, would he ever have another chance like that again? He doubted it, and he realized that while he had been lusting for Cody, there was much, much more to it than that.

Maybe he was obsessed, but no other person had ever made him feel so comfortable and yet, at the same time, so uneasy. He shuddered slightly as he thought of Cody and what it would mean if he could just reach out and tell him how he felt, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad? Maybe he would understand?

The car slid to a stop and Taylor twitched for a second. He started to move forward, as if to get out of the car when he realized that Darla was getting out on her side. Guess she was in a hurry to get rid of him, he thought. He changed his direction and then he looked out. Hey, this wasn’t his place; Cody had stopped at some other place.

He started to open his mouth, when he realized that Darla was getting out of the car, and that it was her stop, not his. His heart leaped at this change, and then it winced as she slammed the door hard. Cody just sat there, staring off, watching her arched back as she stormed up to the front doorway of her house. His eyes looked cold and forbidding as he watched her storm up the walkway. Taylor was slightly taken aback by the transformation of his dream man, all because of “her.”

Finally she reached the door, and without even a glance backwards she entered the house. Even out here, in the car with the wind whistling, the motor humming, he heard the door slam shut.

“Why don’t you hop in front?” Cody said softly.

Taylor climbed into the front, carefully looking at Cody from the corner of his eye. There was no doubt that Cody was not happy.

Once he was settled into the front, Cody turned to look at him. He stared for a second or two, looking deep into Taylor’s blue eyes, as if searching for an answer to some unknown question.

“You in a hurry to get home?” he finally asked.

“No, no panic,” replied Taylor.

“Good, I need some company, and you have been elected.”

With that he edged the car back onto the road and headed off. As they turned off onto the main road, small white flakes of snow started to drift down. The snow had finally arrived.

Taylor tried desperately not to keep staring over towards Cody, but the night had gotten to him. He had fantasized so much that being alone with Cody was driving him mad. Every now and then he managed to sneak a peak and to revel in his vision of Cody, long fingers gripping the steering wheel.

Cody didn’t say a word. He just concentrated on his driving. The snow was falling, lightly but the roads were slick and he didn’t push it. The car was a good one, and the tires were deep snow treads, so he wasn’t worried; he just wanted out, away from town, and so the car wound its way out to the old highway heading for Lookout Ridge.

Taylor lost track of time and reality. He was alone with Cody heading to only God knew where, the snow was falling, and he was with Cody. Crazy thoughts of maybe this was a sign, a signal for him to declare himself to Cody rushed passed his tortured brain.

He knew he could never make the first move, and yet his body ached for him to find the courage.

Cody was concentrating hard, so it seemed on his driving. Yet, Taylor thought there was more to it. He seemed almost as if in a trance, off into some unknown space of his mind, with some burning thoughts racing through. Taylor was content to simply be in his presence and he didn’t care what time it was.

If only he had more guts, could be more out going like, well like Cody he thought. Maybe if he could, he wouldn’t still be wondering what it would be like to be kissed for real or be held instead of having to dream about it all the time.

That was the worst, having to dream about it, without even knowing if his dreams were even close to the real thing. He made up his mind then, that no matter what, he would somehow find the courage to seek out someone who could teach him about love, about being wanted and about giving what was needed. He knew it could never be Cody, he just didn’t have the nerve to possibly upset that particular part of his dream world, but someone else, someone he didn’t know would do. At least that way maybe his dreams would be more real, and he knew that the center of those dreams would always be Cody.

He jumped, as he realized that Cody had spoken to him. The car was stopped and he could see they were up on Lookout Ridge, overlooking the whole town.

“Sorry, was off in space, what did you say?”

“Asked where you were.” Cody said.

“No where, just off thinking, well thinking about stuff, you know.”

Cody looked at him, his dark eyes penetrating right into Taylor’s soul. Taylor shivered slightly under the glaring scrutiny of Cody’s deep brooding eyes.

“Just ‘things’ hey?” Cody softly said. His gaze fixed to Taylor’s face now. Taylor squirmed; it was as if Cody had been reading his mind. His hard cock quickly became limp now, and his heart was beating faster but not from anticipation, but from fear.

“Uh, yeah.” was all he could muster.

“Sure it wasn’t about me?”

Taylor froze with those words. There was nothing but silence, the radio had been turned off and he didn’t even notice that. He could almost hear the snow hitting the car, engulfing them in a white blanket of pure silence.

His mind was racing, was he about to get the living shit kicked out of him? Were his days at this college now over? What could he say, how could he answer Cody. His head, now slumped downwards, he finally mumbled a weak “yes,” his muscles tensed, his body flexed as he waited for a hail of fists to strike him.

The snow kept falling, time kept ticking away, Taylor’s heart kept beating, faster with each fleeting second, every muscle in his body ached from being tensed up, waiting for what he knew was going to hurt and for which he knew was coming. He waited, not daring to look at Cody or even outside. How did he get trapped like this? He felt his chest start to burn.

Seconds dragged on into minutes now. His body was in pure hell, his chest ached as he hardly dared breathe, and yet nothing was happening. No fists were striking him, no torrent of vile comments were hurled at him, nothing, just the snow falling and the deep surreal silence.

Cody’s voice penetrated his fear shrouded brain.

“Well? You going to tell me or what?”

“Yes.” he finally whispered. “Yes, I have been thinking of you.”

Taylor almost went through the passenger side door as he felt a light touch on his shoulder. He winced and braced himself for the sure to come pain.

He turned slightly to look at Cody, as the touch, the feel of Cody’s hand on his shoulder, didn’t change. It was there, but there was no pain. He looked, first one eye, then the other, and then his mouth dropped open a bit. His lip, sore from him biting on it, was puffed but he was stunned.

Cody was staring at him, but not with anger or with hate or disgust, but it was more like, well like relief. As he slowly gathered himself together, he could feel the hand, Cody’s hand, tighten slightly on his shoulder, forcing him to twist in his seat, forcing him to look now at him.

His hand moved forward now, his fingers touched him, lightly under the chin, and then with surprising strength and tenderness, he lifted Taylor’s chin up, forcing those blue eyes to meet his own dark eyes.

Taylor blinked as his eyes met those of Cody. Small drops of tears were rolling down from the corners of his eyes; his body trembled with the soft touch of Cody, and his quiet voice, that now gently assured him that it was okay.

The wind was blowing hard, and the snow was falling in great big flakes. Taylor was in a winter dreamland. Cody slowly and gently wiped each eye of Taylor’s, softly telling him it was okay. The touch of his hands, his fingers sent his body into an even greater spasm of tremors.

Finally Taylor managed to regain control over his shaking body. He gulped in several deep mouthfuls of air and he looked into a face that only spoke of concern and understanding. How could he have known? How could he even bare to touch him, after finding out that he was having lusty thoughts of him? The answer came in the next wave of soft words from Cody.

“It’s okay Taylor, I have known for awhile now, and I just couldn’t wait for you to tell me. It has been too much for me, you have driven me crazy with desire since that first meeting at the Counselor’s office, did you know that?”

“No, but how, I mean, you are too?”

“Yes, for a long time now Taylor, but I have never met anyone like you before.”

“How, I mean, what did I do?”

“You make me sweat, you invade my dreams every night and worse than that, you make me so damn friggin hard every time I see you I think I am gonna shoot my wad every time you sit next to me!”

“But, that is how you make me feel”

“Really?”

“Yes, yes and it hurts soo much, seeing you and never having the guts to tell you Cody; oh gawd it hurts soo much!”

Taylor was almost in a full flood of tears. The emotion was so intense. He bit his lip again and looked back to Cody.

“I know it hurts Taylor, it hurts every time I see you, the way you look, the way you smell and I can’t wait any longer. Please, Taylor I want you, I have to have you, come here, close to me, please Taylor.”

Taylor almost leaped out of his seat, leaning forward, ignoring the stabbing pain of the gear shift as it dug into his stomach, he was too overcome and too eager, and the blow sent a pain through his entire body, but he ignored it. He couldn’t stand it, and he reached an almost equally eager Cody.

Taylor lunged one last time, in his mad desire to obey the command of his dream man, but the damn stick shift nailed him hard once again. He fell face forward, his face hitting into Cody’s chest, missing his mark. He thought he would never be satisfied in his quest for sexual happiness and fulfillment.

Cody reached down, and with a twinkle in his eyes he raised his chin, and then slowly bent downwards towards Taylor’s waiting face and hungry lips. Taylor kept his eyes glued to the warm thin face slowly advancing towards his raised one.

He watched, licking his lips over and over again as he saw Cody close his eyes and move on down towards his own mouth. He felt a slight shock rumble through his body, or was that the wind? No, it was him and the wind, as if Mother Nature was sending a chorus to aid in this whole grand opera. His lips parted slightly, waiting, his eyes refusing his brain’s command to close, he didn’t want to miss any of this, not this, his first real kiss.

Cody was taking his time, the anticipation building inside him and Taylor. He moved as if on instant replay but the distance closed, he saw Taylor watching as he closed his eyes, knowing that Taylor was fixed on his face. Then, his lips reached the goal.

It was like the earth had moved. The car shook with the shock as a jolt of pure energy seemed to pass between Cody and Taylor. Their heart beats rose rapidly with the simple touch of their lips. Taylor could feel his chest start to heave, his lungs rapidly trying to suck in air, his heart beat as if trying to burst out of his rib cage. His nostrils flared, as he could smell freely the unique smell that was Cody. He felt the heat increase between his and Cody’s body, the air almost as if it had been superheated by a giant explosion of pure dynamite.

Taylor’s body was in heaven. The lips touched, the jolts continued as now Taylor could feel the warmth and wetness of Cody’s tongue, it gently caressed his lips, bruised from his biting, and yet they didn’t hurt anymore.

The tongue gently pushed, licked across the lips of Taylor. Their fullness being tasted, inch by inch as Cody took his time, yet he seemed to transmit an urgency to Taylor, who slowly parted his lips.

As they parted, Cody’s tongue rushed in, forcing them open even wider. It swished around the clenched teeth, as if dancing for them, as if it was a signal, and just as Aladdin had said his magic words, ‘Open Sesame,’ the dance of Cody’s tongue sent the magic signal to Taylor’s brain and the teeth parted letting in Cody’s hot moist tongue.

Taylor started to swoon with the entrance of Cody’s tongue into his mouth. He could now taste Cody inside his mouth and his body shook hard, almost into a seizure as the intense pleasure was almost too much for him. He reached out, grasping a firm hold on Cody’s strong arms. His fingers dug into the warm flesh of those arms, he knew he was hurting Cody, but he couldn’t help it, if he let go he would faint, he knew that. Cody didn’t even flinch from the firm hard grasp.

His brain was reeling from the onslaught of electric jolts and waves of pleasure being sent through his mouth. His own tongue touched that of Cody’s and sent even more waves of pleasure through his body. His stomach contracted from the numerous waves of electricity running through his body.

Tremor after tremor ran from his head to his toes. He could feel his feet cramp up, his legs tighten. This was beyond any dream of his. This was beyond any thought or plan or anything coming close to what he had expected. Taylor was floating, his brain near oxygen starvation, colored lights now flashed before his closed eyes.

Taylor could feel his crotch ache beneath the pressure of the moment. His cock was pushing against his jeans, he knew his underwear was pushed aside inside his pants, and he felt so damn hot, sweat was starting on his forehead and down his back.

Cody reached across and gripped him, bringing Taylor’s body in closer as his tongue continued to explore the eager hot young mouth. Cody was feeling each tremor of Taylor’s body. It was being bounced back to him through his tongue, and he was now breathing harder than at any other time. It was worse than even after being chased by a 300 lb lineman for 50 yards. A small groan escaped his lips, and received a small moan from Taylor in response.

He pushed his tongue in deep now, tasting the back of Taylor’s throat. It had an unusual taste, something Cody had never experienced in his full young life. For all of his 18 years, he had never felt like this, felt the electricity passing between him and his partner.

Taylor’s tongue finally found its own courage and it now competed inside of Taylor’s mouth for space, it licked the bottom of Cody’s tongue, which registered hard with Cody.

Now Cody too started to tremble with the wide range of emotions running through his body. The mere pressure, never mind the taste of Taylor’s tongue beneath his, was something he had never felt before. The already hard cock in his pants seemed to leap forward, growing even harder and longer, a feeling Cody had never experienced.

It was like they had joined together at the mouth. They could read the other’s thoughts, feel the other’s heart beat, sense the other’s inner desires.

As if knowing that more would only lead to a rapid explosion of hot cum, contained in tight jeans, both heads pulled back, both tongues relaxed their desperate search.

Cody opened his eyes, his mouth barely a quarter inch from Taylor’s. He looked into the most wonderful pair of hot blue eyes he had ever seen. They were deeper than he thought blue could ever be.

Taylor could feel Cody’s breath on his face. His own breathing hard and laboured as well. He looked into a pair of what he thought were dark brooding eyes, and found instead a deep brown, full of spark and full of comfort and tenderness, a surprise for him.

No words passed between them. They just stared into each other’s eyes, but it wasn’t the eyes they saw, they saw the bare souls of the other. As if one, they both trembled slightly at the revelations they saw in each other. Their bodies tingled with the feelings flashing through their brains.

Without a word, they both turned in unison and climbed into the back seat. Taylor lay along the bench seat, on his side facing Cody, who squeezed in, next to him. Taylor had one arm pinned underneath himself, Cody had his one hand resting now on Taylor’s stomach, his other draped over the warm side of Taylor. Taylor’s one free hand rested on top of Cody’s and it too, was near both stomachs.

They lay there, breathing hard but slowly regaining their composure. Cody was thunderstruck at the feelings that he had just had. Taylor was still in shock from the massive electrical charges that had run through his body. Together they just lay there, looking still into each other.

The car shook from the howling wind and heavy snow was coming down so hard that there was no way to even see the orange glow of the town below but neither Cody nor Taylor noticed, they were too wrapped up in their own storm to notice.

As if a light had gone off in both brains, the two hands, tucked underneath, reached out for the other’s torso.

With some difficulty, their hands managed to find the shirt buttons and slowly they undid each button, together. Their eyes glued to each other. Taylor had never experienced such a deep well of warmth and passion.

Cody couldn’t believe how intense it felt, how silent the whole car was; he could even hear Taylor’s heart beat, the regular thump, thump of it, as he undid one button after another, until finally the shirt was undone. His hand was now resting on the waistband of Taylor’s jeans. His fingers were gently twisting the soft tuft of pubic hairs, reaching up from Taylor’s crotch.

Taylor couldn’t believe that this was real. He had to be dreaming as reality could never be this good. His hands moved with a will of their own, his eyes locked to Cody’s, seeing inside them a deep dark well of pure animal passion.

He too finished unbuttoning Cody’s shirt, seconds after his own was undone. He too rested his hand on the waistband of jeans, and as his fingers gently felt the warm smooth skin, he could feel his heart start to race, and as the heart increased its beat, he saw another spark inside those deep dark brown eyes, and he heard the sudden drawing in of breath.

Cody leaned in, his mouth now full onto Taylor’s. As if this was a signal, two hands, belonging to two different people, reached down to grasp and then undo two different pant buttons, and in unison, they reached inside, slowly. As the hands found their way into the pants, Taylor started to breathe irregularly, his chest back to heaving uncontrollably as it fought for air. His legs trembled with anticipation. His crotch ached from the need to be free and open. His feet were in spasms.

Brilliant blue and red lights flashed across his face, a sound of air rushing past him made him think he was lost in a long dark tunnel. Cody blinked and closed his eyes as his mouth crushed hard against the firm lips, his tongue now pushing hard, forcing them open, and this time it was met with an equally forceful tongue. Together they fought for position, tasting each other, sensing the other, and pushing, looking for an opening.

Taylor lost it; he had no control over his body anymore. Spasms of pleasure racked him, and his breathing was hard, labored. His eyes shut tight and his brain still could see a light show to rival any laser exhibit. His hands lost their feelings, his mouth surrendered to the plundering by Cody’s tongue. His hand fell to lay limp between their two bodies.

Cody knew he didn’t have much time, and he knew too that this was only a beginning of what was going to be his first real love affair.

His tongue searched deep. It licked all inside the mouth, tasting every inch of both cheeks, the teeth, even the tongue, and as it made its rounds, Cody reached inside the opened the jeans of Taylor.

His hand moved in to feel tremendous warmth, and he could feel a hard solid mass of heat, wedged between the legs, and his fingers gently started to trace the hard outline of Taylor’s enormous cock. He started up by the crotch near the public hair, and with the first touch he felt Taylor’s whole body arch outwards, crushing into his own body. Taylor’s mouth seemed to draw in, almost swallowing his tongue. He heard a garbled groan from Taylor as his fingers continued to trace out the huge outline of the hot cock. They ran along the huge shaft, feeling the enormous size of it, but also feeling the tremendous heat being generated from it. The cock jerked against the light touch of Cody’s fingers, each touch sending waves of electricity through Taylor’s body.

Taylor knew he couldn’t last; he opened his eyes to look at Cody. He had his eyes shut; his mouth pressed hard against Taylor’s, his tongue twirling around inside and his hand gently inside Taylor’s pants. As Taylor stared at the wonderful smooth skin pressed against his, he could feel his body tremble with each flick of the tongue, with each soft movement of the hand on his cock, wave after wave of warmth flowed through his entire body.

Cody opened his eyes to find the dark blue’s of Taylor. He saw his own reflection in them, and he saw more than just a shape He saw love, something he had never ever seen in any of his other partner’s. It was a strange reflection and he paused briefly, his hand resting by the cock head of Taylor, his tongue pushing the back of Taylor’s throat.

Cody shivered with the sudden overwhelming passion he felt for his 6 foot tall tutor. This boy with blond hair had stirred his heart, and more than once made his cock do flips inside his underwear. He saw nothing but love, nothing but passion, inside those blue eyes and he saw that he had found what he too had been searching for.

Taylor saw Cody’s eyes open. He saw the sparkle and he saw tenderness. He saw nothing else; his eyes closed again, his body arched upwards as he felt a touch on his cock, the touch of Cody’s fingers. His brain was in a fervour, lights flashed across his face, his eyes shut tight, his hands now clenching and unclenching. His lungs trying to gulp air, his legs quivering, his arms shaking now, his whole body racked with wave after wave of tremors and shakes.

Cody knew that Taylor was close and he couldn’t move. His hand continued its journey to the tip of Taylor’s cock. He felt the wet underwear, wet from all of the pre-cum and his finger started to trace around the huge throbbing cock. He could feel it jerk with each touch, each movement of his finger and then he knew it was now. Taylor let out a loud hard groan, his body flung forward, pushing Cody off the seat, and then falling on top of Cody.

Cody’s hand was still inside Taylor’s pants. His mouth knocked off, by the violent thrashing of Taylor. His hand grasped the throbbing cock, applying a firm pressure onto the hot thick shaft. Cody could feel a warm wetness on his hand, as the cock jerked violently in his grasp. Taylor was cumming, shooting his hot load of cum into his underwear. Taylor groaned loudly and he felt his cock jerk hard, time after time after time. Load after load after load of hot sweet virgin cum flowed from the tightly held cock, soaking through his underwear, covering Cody’s hand.

Taylor started to cry softly, as he raised himself back onto the back seat of the car. He was so embarrassed, he had lost control and now he felt like he was going to lose what he wanted most in his young 18 years of life.

Cody propped himself up, puzzled by the soft sobs coming from Taylor.

“Why are you crying, Taylor? What is it? Did I hurt you, isn’t this what you want?”

“No,no,” Taylor mumbled, “it’s just that it ended so quick, I didn’t want it to, but I couldn’t, I mean you were just too much, it just happened, please Cody don’t hate me, give me another chance, please I…” He couldn’t talk anymore, his sobs racked his body and his breathing was still labored, his chest still heaving.

Cody realized what was bothering Taylor. He didn’t speak, just looked at Taylor, watching his chest heave, watched his body jump to the deep sobs. His eyes softened, and he leaned upwards, pulling himself onto the bench seat, squeezing Taylor against the back.

He reached across, his hands gently wiping the tears from Taylor’s face, and cheeks. He kissed each eye, tenderly, softly. He put his arms around Taylor and drew him into himself, cradling him, and he looked down and softly told Taylor that he could have one thousand chances, but he didn’t need a second, this was only the start and they had lots of time.

Taylor slowly regained his composure, his body stopped convulsing and he lay quietly now, in Cody’s arms. He felt the inner strength of this quarterback and he knew why everyone on campus adored him, but he had something over them, he was Cody’s boy. Cody had said so, whispering it in his ear, telling him ‘his boy would have lots of time to be his.’

Time passed slowly, if it passed at all. Taylor didn’t want to move from out of Cody’s embrace, and Cody didn’t seem to want to let him leave. They lay there, together, each just enjoying the warmth and presence of the other. Finally, they started to sit up, realizing that time was indeed moving forward. They looked out onto a winter scene that postcards were made from.

A soft orange glow could be seen through the falling flakes of white virgin snow. It was the town’s lights, muted by the heavy winter fall.

The wind blew the flakes up, down, sideways, every which way it could and yet they hardly noticed it. They just noticed each other.

Reluctantly, they moved into the front seat to stare out at the whiteness falling from the heavens.

“Taylor, time we got off this mountain, but tonight isn’t over, unless you want it to be,” Cody said softly.

“I don’t want it to end, ever,” Taylor said forcefully.

“You live alone? Right?”

“Yes.”

“Not tonight you don’t, you have an overnight guest staying, me, okay?”

Taylor grinned for the first time since he came, and he answered Cody by reaching across, kissing him on the lips and squeezing Cody’s thigh.
No other answer was needed as Cody started to wheel the car off Lookout Ridge. It took them a long time to get down off the mountain and onto the main highway back to town. Neither minded, as they enjoyed the time together, holding hands as they drove slowly along the snow swept roadway.

Finally they came to the apartment building where Taylor lived. There was some guest parking, and after some careful maneuvering, Cody had the Camero parked.

They entered the one room apartment, chilled to the bone, but happy. Cody looked around at the neat living room and the books on the shelves above the television set.

He sat on the couch as Taylor bustled around, and finally Cody just started laughing out loud.

“Come on Girlfriend, settle down, you would think I am your first overnight visitor!”

Taylor stood like a rock, his head lowered now, but with some inner found reserve of strength he answered Cody’s laughing comment.

“You are my first, my first everything Cody, there hasn’t been anyone before you.”

Cody stopped in mid stream, his laugh dying in his throat. He looked closely at Taylor, then without another word, he smiled and got up. He reached for Taylor’s hand, bent down and kissed the hand lightly, then standing up straight and tall, clasping Taylor’s hand he led him to the bedroom.

Slowly he led Taylor into his own bedroom. Cody noticed the neat appearance of the room. He saw a pair of faded jeans tossed over the back of a chair, off in the corner. He saw a single night table, with a book and the alarm clock resting on it. This was a room that obviously never did have any visitors, just its owner, and it made Cody feel very humble and very excited.

He brought the trailing Taylor up to the middle of the bed, letting him stand there. They faced each other, their eyes looking into each other. Cody saw fear, shame, and even a tinge of concern, but mainly he saw nothing but adoration in those blue liquid eyes.

It made him feel very special, and with that, he made up his mind on what he would do next. He reached across, giving Taylor a small kiss on the lips. He then pulled him into him, gently, and gave him a light hug. He could feel a slight tremble run through Taylor’s body, and it excited him even further. This was something very special, and he was about to unwrap a special untouched package of lust. He wondered, briefly, if he was up to it, but he knew there was no turning back.

Cody stepped back, his eyes now focused intently on Taylor’s face. He reached across and started to once again unbutton Taylor’s shirt.

“Cody, I…”
“Ssshh, don’t say anything Taylor, just leave this to me, trust me, okay?”

Taylor nodded and he stood there, letting the man of his dreams do his magic.

Cody took his time, he wanted Taylor to experience the whole sexual experience, and he drew it out, making it last and making it imprint itself deeply into Taylor’s brain.

One button at a time, carefully and deliberately Cody worked on until the dark blue shirt was finally unbuttoned. He could see in the light of the room the bare white flesh of Taylor’s front. His well defined chest, his flat stomach clearly showed through the opening.

Cody stopped, with a finger to his lips he signaled Taylor to just stay there and he went out into the rest of the apartment. Taylor was nervous, not knowing what to do, when he heard his stereo come on.

He could hear some music playing now, barely, and he then saw the lights start to go off throughout his small one bedroom apartment.

Taylor stood by the bed, his shirt open, his legs felt like rubber but he managed to stay on his feet. He heard Cody now in the bathroom, and then the light to that also went off, leaving the whole apartment darkened.

Cody came back into the bedroom, his shoes off, and even his socks were off. He just smiled as he sat a bottle of baby oil down onto the night table. He turned on the small reading lamp, adjusted the light so it shown down and off to the door rather than to the bed. He then moved over to the window, and drew the blinds open.

Taylor’s apartment faced the mountain, and it had an unobstructed view. The snow was still falling, even harder now and it made an impressive sight.

Taylor stood transfixed as Cody made the room ready. He took all of the bed sheets off, setting them off towards the end of the bed. He then went back to the closet and brought out an old blanket and some towels, which he lay down on the bed.

He brought in from the living room the large thick red candle and its whale figurine holder. He placed it on the dresser, making space by carefully moving some of the stuff on top. He lit the candle then came back and switched off the bedroom light. He took the lamp off of the night table, setting it down on the floor. A small light was all Taylor could see, and that of the flickering candle.

The room was bathed in the white glow from the falling snow and the candle light; it made an almost eerie presence. Taylor shivered with eager anticipation. His once dull lonely room, fit only for dreams and hopes, now lay before him wide open, breathing life into his soul. Taylor could feel his heart already pounding and Cody hadn’t even begun yet.

The mood was set. Cody stood back at the door, the light from the light on the floor softly casting a glow to his own body, still clothed.

He looked over to Taylor, and he saw the excitement in those blue eyes. He also saw the chest moving, knowing that he had stirred Taylor’s imagination. It was 2am by the alarm clock and Cody knew it would be much later before either of them got any sleep.

Cody moved back into Taylor’s slightly wavering body. He reached out, and with his hands on both of Taylor’s shoulders, he drew his face inwards, planting a tender kiss firmly on those red waiting lips. He could taste some saltiness and it stirred his own inner being, his own heart started to jump, but he broke off the kiss before he lost control himself.

Without even feeling it, Taylor realized that during that electrifying kiss Cody had managed to remove his shirt. He shook himself lightly, as Cody now bent down, and undid his pants button. Slowly his hand moved the zipper down, and then Cody reached up, placing Taylor’s hands onto his shoulders.

With Taylor steadied, he then slowly removed the jeans. He pushed them down, very slowly, carefully letting Taylor feel the pants slide down his legs. As they moved past his crotch, Cody sucked in his breath. He knew this was one hung boy, but it looked so much larger than he had imagined. It was bulging out from the dark colored underwear. He could see the firm outline as he slowly moved the pants down to Taylor’s ankles.

He helped him lift one foot then another as the pants came free from Taylor’s body. He then made him lift one foot at a time to slowly remove the white socks. Now Taylor stood by his bed, only his underwear left to be removed.

Taylor was starting to quiver but not for the cold. He was so enamoured by the way he was being given his first lesson in love, that he lost all track of time and felt as if he was floating on a cloud.

Cody stood up, he faced Taylor, a small smile across his firm face, his lips slightly opened, his eyes locked onto Taylor’s. With a slow deliberate movement, he brought his hands up to his own shirt, and with equal slowness he started to unbutton his own shirt, one button at a time, until his own muscle bound chest was exposed in the flickering candle light.

Carefully, he removed his shirt, clearly exposing his entire upper body to Taylor’s widening eyes.

Taylor’s eyes were locked onto the scene unfolding in front of him. The light from the candle cast a flickering shadow across the whole room, and every motion that Cody made could be seen dancing on the wall behind him. The soft light from the floor made it easy to see the action as it unfolded.

Taylor licked his lips, his breathing was getting hard too and he still was standing by the bed.

Cody took one of his hands, moved it up his flat washboard stomach, slowly until it found his left nipple. He sent his fingers around his erect nipple, and then he squeezed it slightly, then he moved his hand slowly across his chest, over to his right nipple where he duplicated his actions. His left hand was making a circular pattern around his belly and he saw the way this made Taylor sway back and forth.

He brought his left hand up to his left nipple and now both of his hands were engaged in stimulating his nipples. Cody kept his eyes on Taylor and he saw that Taylor was intent on watching his hands, his breathing getting hard, and then Cody slowly moved both of his hands down his body, past his well defined pecs, down his flat hard stomach, to his pants. Taylor’s eyes followed, getting wider as the two hands approached the waist.

Cody gripped the waist of his pants, and he then sucked in his breath, and with a firm tug he pushed his still buttoned pants down off his hips, his dark underwear band now showing in the pale light.

Taylor’s eyes bulged as he realized that the pants were moving down, the button and zipper still clasped and up.

Slowly, he pushed them down, releasing his breath as they passed his hips, no longer held up by those slender hips. He kept his hands pushing down. He started to bend his upper body, but he kept his face anchored onto Taylor’s face, watching every twitch and crinkle in that baby face of Taylor’s.

Cody saw Taylor biting the lower portion of his lips as his jeans passed to his knees, his own crotch now exposed, but not totally. His bent frame covering the unreal hard on encased in his jockey shorts.

Down they went, to his ankles where he stepped out of the jeans, and with one foot, kicking them off to the side, out of the way. He then, slowly started to raise his frame, careful to make it slow, so that Taylor was almost leaning forward now, eagerly trying to glimpse at the full package of Cody.

Cody kept his hands on his legs, as he straightened his body upright. His eyes still watching Taylor and as his hands moved up to his upper thighs, he stole a quick glance over to Taylor’s own bulging crotch and as his crotch came fully into Taylor’s view, he saw Taylor’s hard cock jerk hard inside their own confinement.

Now he was totally upright, his hands resting on his jockey waist band. He heard a soft murmur from Taylor, and he knew that Taylor was close to actually cumming. It was exactly what he wanted, and he stepped closer now, standing only a few inches from Taylor.

Taylor’s head started to spin with the amazing show taking place in front of his eyes. This hot stud was taking him to the edge and he hadn’t even touched him yet. If this was sending him to orgasm, what would actual sex do to him?

Cody was inches from his body. He could feel the heat from that white perfect body standing in front of him. He couldn’t take his eyes off those hands; they seemed to have him under a spell.

Cody then knelt down to his knees, his face level with Taylor’s crotch. The hard erect penis stretching the shorts was almost touching Cody’s lips, it was so erect, and so eager. A small wet spot could be seen on the fabric, and Cody could smell it, the fresh scent of a virgin cock dying to end its loneliness.

He reached across, his hands gripping the waist band of the shorts. He heard Taylor give a slight gasp, could feel his body tense up as his hands touched him.

He rested his hands on the shorts, waiting, and then as Taylor let his breath out, he moved them down fast, the underwear at Taylor’s ankles before he even knew they were moving.

As the underwear moved down, in lightning speed, Cody moved his face forward and as the hard long erect penis shook free of the underwear it was greeted by Cody’s open mouth.

He swallowed the hot cock before it could even jut out fully. Taylor felt a slight draft of cool air but then a hot wave of pleasure seemed to engulf his whole crotch and he groaned loudly, as Cody took his cock deep into his throat.

There was no warning. Taylor leaned in, and as his underwear lay at his ankles, Cody’s hands were now back up, wrapped around his firm ass cheeks, pushing them forward, pushing them towards Cody’s face.

He started to stumble and reached out with his own hands. They found Cody’s shoulders and as they touched a jolt of pure electricity ran through his entire body. His brain reared back, throwing his head back, arching his hips forward, and his legs trembled and wobbled as lights of blue, green and red flashed across his eyes.

Taylor’s balls were aching and they sprang up to the hard cock shaft but found instead the warm face of Cody. His lips were glued to the pubic hair of Taylor, the long hot cock was now deep in his mouth and it was already jerking wildly inside that hot oven of a mouth.

Taylor started to cry with the sheer pain of the pleasure he was experiencing. His balls were like hard melons and his cock was so swollen that another second and the whole thing would explode. Just at that second of unreal pain, he felt the tongue of Cody start to lick the root of his cock, buried in Cody’s mouth, and that sent him over the edge.

His whole body shuddered from the onslaught of pleasure, and his cock started to jerk harder, and he could feel his balls sending its load of cum through the enraged cock. His hands now felt for Cody’s head, finding it, and clasping it between his two hands, he pulled the head hard against his straining crotch and as he felt the lips bury themselves deeper into his pubic hair, his cock exploded inside Cody’s mouth.

He shook uncontrollably now, his arms, his legs, his stomach, every part shook to the giant explosion of his cock.

Cody tightened his mouth’s grip on the throbbing cock inside. He held on as it jerked hard within his throat, bouncing around, flooding his throat with hot sweet tasting cum. He swallowed quickly, as wave after wave of this sweet juice poured into his mouth. He had never tasted something so sweet and so good.

The spasms started to decrease, Taylor’s hold on his head lessened, but his body still quivered with the racking waves of joy. His cock sputtered as the wild ride was over for the moment, the last hot load trickling out into the flooded mouth. His breathing was coming in quick spurts but gradually he was able to control the heaving chest.

The last of Taylor’s sweet cum dripped out of the now softening penis, and Cody licked it, sending another shiver of pleasure through Taylor’s already shaking body. With what seemed like reluctance, Cody’s mouth gave up its treasure and the last taste of cum washed down his throat.

Cody rose, but instead of letting his mouth and face off, he kept it pressed against the quivering white flesh of Taylor. His tongue, still coated by cum, licked first the wet matted pubic hair, then the belly, stopping briefly to lick out the belly button.

Taylor’s hand rested on Cody’s shoulders, supporting barely his weight, as his legs were like jello. He couldn’t believe the wave of feelings that were pulsating through his body. He had just cum, and yet it was like he wanted to do it all over again. Cody’s tongue on his stomach might have had something to do with that, as it moved up his whole torso, as Cody rose to his feet.

Cody didn’t stop his gentle but relentless touching of Taylor. He licked his chin now, then around his jaws, until it passed across the now cracked dry lips of Taylor.

The tongue gently washed across the lips, parting them briefly, then darted inside the hot mouth. He licked inside the cheeks, then pressed his own lips to those of Taylor’s and kissed him firmly. With that he then leaned back to look at Taylor.

Taylor’s eyes were a sight. Cody could see a soft warm glow in them. He smiled at the hot boy in front, and then with his two hands, he moved Taylor’s arms to his own waist.

Taylor started to push down on the fabric, but was stopped by Cody. Instead Cody made him keep his hands lightly on the shorts. He then took his own hands, and gently guided Taylor down onto the bed, into a sitting position. As Taylor sat down on the bed, his hands where still on Cody’s waistband.

Cody moved his body into Taylor. Taylor had to spread open his legs, to let Cody’s body inside. Then Cody started to gently push down on Taylor’s hands, signaling him that it was time for him to remove Cody’s shorts.

His hands trembled with anticipation. In a jerking movement, he tugged down, and he looked up to see Cody’s silhouette, staring down at him, a smile curled around his lips.

Taylor smiled back but then quickly turned his attention down and across to his mission. He watched as the underwear rode down the firm hips. As they passed down, Cody’s thick large cock jumped out, and it caused Taylor to flinch backwards, the surprise shocking him, and the size delighting him and scaring him at the same time.

Taylor had to bend forward to push Cody’s jockey’s down past the knees, and as he did, his face came forward and then he felt the sudden pressure of Cody’s hands on his head. He continued to push down, and the hands continued to guide his face toward that ever increasing throbbing penis.

He swallowed a few times as his face came to the tip, and as his lips briefly touched the hot flesh, he tasted for the first time someone else’s cock. The salty sweet taste was new to him, and he flicked his tongue out to taste more, and Cody just stood there, letting him take his time.

He enjoyed it, and then he started to lick the head, tasting the hot flesh itself of the burning cock head. He let go of the underwear, feeling Cody move his legs to push them off totally. He then felt the hands guide him, making him move in closer. Cody swung his hips forward, slightly, and Taylor started to lick the cock. He heard a moan come from above, and he knew he was doing something right.

His mind was amazed at the size of the throbbing weapon poised at his mouth. He wondered how any person could even consider taking such a huge piece of meat in his mouth, never mind the ass. He shivered a little, wondering if Cody was planning to fuck him; but then, Cody did say to trust him, and he did trust Cody, didn’t he?

Yes he did, he decided as he finally closed his eyes. He started to lick the huge cock, working his tongue around the cap of the head, licking it gently with his tongue, hearing an answering moan from above him. He felt one of the hands leave its purchase on the back of his head, then he felt the cock being lifted up, the shaft now exposed to his eager tongue.

His pace quickened along with his pulse as he tasted and savoured the flavour of Cody. Cody’s hands guided his movements, pushing his face down the shaft, letting him taste all of his throbbing cock.

Cody was moaning softly, as he kept Taylor exploring his crotch. He knew how hot he himself was getting, how his own body started to experience tremors of joy, and his own breathing started to quicken under the pressure of Taylor’s rough tongue.

Cody’s legs trembled as his cock was washed from tip to base, and then back to the tip again. His pre cum oozed out and Taylor licked it up greedily. This was love making, something Cody hadn’t really felt for a long, long time, if ever.

Cody pulled Taylor’s head up, before he lost control over his dick. He brought his face up, while he lowered his and gently he pressed his lips to Taylor’s, gently kissing them, tasting the salt of his own pre-cum on them.

The light below the night table was turned off now, only the flickering light of the candle and the moon glow off the still swirling snow fall lit the entire room. Cody lay next to Taylor now, stretched out side by side on the bed.

He cradled Taylor in his arms, letting his head rest firmly on his upper shoulder. He gently ran his hands down the entire upper torso of Taylor, lightly playing with each nipple, gently teasing his crotch as he just lay there, letting them both rest, both gather their energy. They had all night.

Taylor seemed to purr in Cody’s strong arms. He kept moving his head into Cody’s arms, like a little kitten plucking at a fur rug, settling itself for the night.

No words passed between them. Each was in their own world, yet it was the same world. Cody had never felt this way, this protective, this desired, this wanted. Sure, he had had some love affairs, well so he thought, but nothing that was as deep as this was becoming. He shivered with the thought, the responsibility it raised, and as his body shivered, Taylor looked up and placed his arm around Cody’s stomach, the arm resting just above Cody’s manhood.

He looked up and smiled, his eyes wide open, and it was as if a silent message past between the two. Their eyes were the portals for receiving their secret messages, messages to their souls.

Cody stirred with the closeness of Taylor’s arm. He raised himself and then he kissed Taylor, murmuring for him to hold on. He got off the bed and silently walked to the bathroom. Taylor heard the water running, then Cody returning to the bedroom.

Cody was doing something by the floor but he didn’t know what. He climbed in and lay back down on the bed, and he reached across to gently rub Taylor’s body.

He played silently with Taylor’s torso, running his hands along the side, down his hips, gently tweaking him under the arm, then along his face.

He kissed Taylor on the nape of his neck, tasting the young flesh, the freshness of his youth, and he kissed his chin, feeling the beginning of his beard, the fuzzy softness of the peach fuzz that one day would be bristling hair. He reached up and kissed his lips, feeling his heart skip a beat with the warmth from this blond young Adonis.

Cody moved slightly, turning Taylor more onto his back, then he pulled his left hand out, let it run down to the floor where he had placed a secret surprise. He knew that in a few moments, the quiet of the night would be shattered by their heavy breathing and by more intense love making. He brought his hand up, dripping from the hot water, and holding a small bottle.

Cody kissed Taylor hard, pressing his lips firmly onto his. A jolt of electricity passed between them. Their breathing increased, the pulse rate went higher and then, then Cody flipped open the bottle in his hand, and he brought it up, and started to squeeze the liquid onto Taylor’s body.

Taylor jumped with the touch of a hot liquid, and then relaxed as Cody whispered into his ear, sshh, and then he started to rub it around. The warm baby oil sent Taylor reeling. The way Cody’s hand now glided across his chest, spreading the oily substance all around, his little blond chest hairs matted to his body, the hand moving the warm liquid around each nipple, sending a spasm of pleasure running to Taylor’s brain.

Cody poured even more of the hot baby oil onto the lithe body. He pinched each nipple lightly as he spread more oil, gently working it down the stomach now, filling his belly button with the sweet smelling oil. He poured more liquid now just below the waist line and began to spread the oil down the legs, leaving for the moment the crotch. He rubbed the oil into the legs, then along each inner thigh, then with a final squeeze, he started to slowly rub and spread the oil along the thin patch of pubic hairs, gently rubbing, gently touching, and now he coated the rising penis, gliding his hand along the shaft, making sure each inch of the cock was covered with the slippery substance.

Gently Cody rubbed the oil under Taylor’s fully erect penis. He took each of the slightly shrunken balls, and gently he coated them with the slippery baby oil, then along the underneath, oiling the root itself.

With every part of Taylor well oiled, he moved his hand up back along the path of his early descent. His hand glided over the body, sending a small current through the body, causing Taylor to quiver with his touch. His hand found the left nipple and as it touched it, Taylor moaned from the ache he felt. Every part of his body seemed to be super sensitive now, and with that shudder Cody gently raised himself and then lay on top of the oiled body.

He was careful not to put his full weight on Taylor. He now placed his hands to the side then he moved his body upwards very slowly, gliding along the oiled body of Taylor, and at the same time, oiling himself.

His body glided up, his chest now almost level with Taylor’s face, and then he slid back down, so his face was now level to Taylor’s crotch. He did this motion two more times, each time he felt Taylor moan and twist under the movement.

Taylor started to breath very hard. His chest ached with the pressure of breathing so hard, and his whole body ached now, and once again he was rock hard. His cock ached, his balls felt like a hot poker was pulling on them.

Cody started to gasp as the slick motion on Taylor’s hard body was sending waves of joy through his body. He trembled with the touch and he could feel the heat beneath him. Their two bodies were like raging fires, coming together at the same time. He could feel the hot cock rising once more but he had something else in store for it this time.

Cody pushed himself one more time, upwards, but he stopped and raised himself, his chest now off the hot body, his legs he now placed on either side of Taylor’s wiggling body. His ass now slightly open rested backwards to rest against the slightly jerking cock of Taylor.

He now pushed up to dangle his own hard cock against Taylor’s lips. Taylor flicked his tongue towards the throbbing cock, sending it into a spasm that transmitted through Cody’s entire body. His head arched back and he slid back, down the oil soaked stomach to rest against the hot cock of Taylor.

The top of his ass held the throbbing cock on it. He could feel it wiggle and jerk with each touch of his hot ass. Cody ached like he had never ached before.

Cody was finding it hard to keep his thoughts together, finding it hard to concentrate on anything other than the ache in his ass and in his crotch.

Flickering candle light danced along the walls, twirling snow flake shadows floated among the dancing flame, and Cody reached behind him to grab hold of the hot cock dangling by his aching ass.

He couldn’t wait, he didn’t want to wait, and he needed it, needed it now, and without any hesitation he raised his ass up off of Taylor, and pushed the oiled cock down towards him, then he lowered his ass, his cheeks open slightly until he felt the hot cock head nestle between his ass cheeks. Cody was twisted, and he could feel Taylor groaning with his touch.

He raised himself and turned slightly, and the cock, with radar like precision now rested right on his asshole. Cody took a breath, and then in a steady push down, he took the throbbing cock into his asshole. It spread his sphincter, and he let out a small yell of pain, as the blood gorged cock pushed inwards, his hand guiding it still as he lowered himself onto this giant organ.

His ass finally rested dead center on Taylor’s crotch, Taylor’s cock buried deep inside his hole, held tightly by his squeezing inner muscles.

Taylor was groaning, tossing his head from side to side with the feeling of being inside Cody. He had thought how wild it had been to have cum inside Cody’s mouth, and now he was inside Cody’s asshole. His heart was racing like a rocket taking to the sky.

Taylor was in a dream world. His entire life he had imagined what it would be like to enter another man, and nothing he had ever imagined could describe the feeling that he felt now. There were no words to describe the sensation that was constantly pumping into his twisting and thrashing body from his cock. He was lost in a sea of lights, bright ones, flashing all across the horizon on a shimmering background of a twinkling light of lighter hues. He couldn’t believe his unbelievable night, his body ached and he knew that once more he would soon be shooting his load.

Cody was riding it hard, it felt so totally unreal. He could barely see, his eyes clouded over with an orange mist, and through the mist this face kept floating in and out of focus. He knew the face, the soft blond peach fuzz, the matted blond hair, the deep blue eyes, and he knew it was Taylor’s face. He could see the red lush lips, being licked over and over again by that hot tongue. He could feel the wildly gyrating body under him. The heat was like being in a steam bath, his body was dripping with baby oil and now his sweat as he grinded his ass down for the umpteenth time on that large pole up his ass. Cody felt the hot bristling pubic hairs rub against his oil soaked ass cheeks each time he came down onto the twisting body. His head was spinning with the way he felt. His heart was pounding hard, his chest heaving to the strain he was putting on it.

There wasn’t much time left, he knew that. Cody could feel the cock inside his asshole squirm each time he moved, he could feel it grow even larger and thicker inside his tightly held together legs, he could feel the heat rise inside him and he knew that Taylor would soon be cumming. He cried slightly and then reached out in front of himself. He gripped his own hot throbbing penis, and as he touched it, he felt a sudden push upwards against his downwards slide and he knew it was happening.

Cody surrendered to the motion and the ache in his loins. He gripped his large cock and he pumped it hard as he increased the speed of his ass pumping on Taylor’s cock. He heard a distant shout and he could feel a sudden deep wetness in his insides. As the realization that Taylor was shooting registered into his mist shrouded brain, his own cock started to jerk wildly under his hand, and he too shouted out, shouted “TAYLOR, GAWD TAYLOR” and with those words he started to jerk his hips and grind them as he started to shoot his cum.

Cody was rocking on top of Taylor who was thrashing around. Taylor raised his head slightly as he heard his name called and he felt a sudden swat on his chin and without even thinking he opened his mouth to try and catch Cody’s flying load of cum. He managed to catch some, as shot after shot came flying from his legs to his face. He was covered in cum, and he was frantically licking his face, desperate to gather it all into his mouth and as he did he could feel his own cock shoot his own cum up into Cody’s willing and tight hole

The motion subsided slowly, the screaming and wild groaning ended and all that could be heard in the candle lit room were the sounds of two hearts beating rapidly, two lungs gasping for air, two bodies shaking to the strain of the recent exertions. Slowly Cody raised himself and plopped himself down next to Taylor, totally spent, totally exhausted. Taylor was still gasping, his body still trembling from his recent venture into full sex.

They lay there; the two bodies glued together, each one carefully fitted into the other. Arms mingled with legs and other body parts. Limp cocks rested in their fur. Taylor’s cock was so exhausted that you would never guess that it reached over 9 inches when aroused. The blanket and towels that Cody had laid on the bed where soaked and yet they couldn’t care, they were too tired.

“Taylor, you are amazing,” was all Cody could gasp out. He smiled, kissed the nearest part of Taylor and then wrapped himself up further into the body of the tall blond. He pulled a cover over them both, and with one last sigh, he fell deep into sleep.

Taylor was close behind, his mind filled with peace and contentment. He heard the croaking voice and words of Cody, smiled and felt the wet weak kiss on his shoulder. He sighed and wondered if maybe, just maybe he could get Cody to spend the winter break with him this coming weekend. He had his father’s cabin and the skiing would be terrific, and he could think of nothing more perfect than being up in the mountains, in an old rustic cabin, laying in front of the large fireplace naked with Cody. He had to ask him, and as that thought and that vision floated across his face, Taylor fell asleep.

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