Part 2

 Part 2

Taylor slowly opened his eyes, there was an eerie glow in the room, and he could see that it was still snowing outside. He stretched out, smiling as he recalled the night before, shaking his blond hair as he thought of how it was the most perfect night, almost as if it were a dream.

He reached over to snuggle into Cody when he jolted upright. There wasn’t anyone there, nothing, and he sat bolt upright in bed. Shaking the sleep from his eyes, he started to look around; there weren’t any clothes but his on the floor, nothing at all. Was this all a dream? Didn’t last night happen? His heart sank as he realized that maybe last night was just that, another night of him fantasizing about Cody.

He kicked his feet out of the bed, knocking the bottle of baby oil over. Thankfully the lid was on, and he thought, but it was so damn real, he could still feel Cody’s cum hitting his face, he could still taste that wonderful hot cream in his mouth, and he knew his face still bore traces of it, or did it? Maybe it was his own cum, maybe he was so wrapped up in his dream that he shot his own load onto his face?

DAMN IT, he thought, for once he wished his dreams would come true, but how could he have dreamed all that? It wasn’t like he had ever done anything like that before. He walked out of the bedroom to go to the bathroom, an angry scowl deepening on his young thin face.

“Well look who’s awake at last,” a voice boomed out from the corner chair in the living room.

Taylor almost fell backwards into the wall, it wasn’t a dream, it did happen, he was no longer still a virgin, there was Cody, his shirt still off, sprawled on the lounge chair, his legs draped over the arms, his hands holding a mug of something.

“CODY!” he yelled, and stumbled forward to fall into the lap of his dream man.

“I thought it was a dream, I didn’t find you, and…”

“Ssshh, it’s okay, I just couldn’t sleep any more, and it is after 2 you know. Hey, why you crying?”

Cody watched the tears rolls down Taylor’s cheeks, and he sat the mug of coffee down, wiping the tears away from Taylor. He let him sit on his lap, and held him tight.

Cody didn’t realize just how much he wanted this tall young blond until he started to hold him on his lap. His arms tightened, as if to keep him close forever. This was something he wasn’t used to. He had been having sex for awhile, but never had it affected him so deeply.

He waited patiently for Taylor to catch his breath. Slowly Taylor’s arms relaxed from around his neck and then he started to get embarrassed. His face turned a nice pink shade of red, and the tips of his ears were almost the color of a red fire engine.

“I thought you were a dream,” Taylor managed to finally say. “I looked for you, and you weren’t there, and then I couldn’t see your clothes, and it was like a nightmare, I just, well…”

“You really missed me that much?”

“Yeah!”

“Well, guess that just means I will have to stick around a whole lot.”

“You mean that?”

“If that is what you want, yeah I mean it.”

“Oh Cody! Yes, I mean yeah, I really do, but, I mean how?”

“Well, for starter’s, we are gonna have to talk this all out, but you know, I think that can wait until after you have something to eat.”

“I’m not hungry Cody.”

“Well, what I have planned I think you will want to have,” he replied grinning from ear to ear.

Cody reached down as he said that, and grabbed hold of Taylor’s semi hard cock, and with his touch, Taylor was fully erect.

Taylor grinned back as he knew that this was a lunch he would always be hungry for, and he leaned in and started to kiss Cody.

Taylor was like a small puppy dog, his ass was waving around as he kissed Cody all over his face, his eyes, his lips, his cheeks, his ears, and nothing escaped the wild pucker of his lips and the swish of his tongue.

Cody struggled to keep a straight face as he realized how it felt to be so deeply loved. He kissed back when he could, but for now he simply let Taylor have his head. It felt good to be wanted like this, and it excited him too. His own penis was tight in his pants, rubbing against the bronze zipper.

Finally he started to direct Taylor towards his crotch, letting him bathe his chest in his saliva as he slowly slid down off of Cody’s body, and now he rested on his knees on the plush white shag carpet.

Taylor was lost in a sea of love, the way one moment he thought he would never ever lose his virginity, and now here he was, with a boyfriend, well, that is what it meant, didn’t it?

He shook his head as he felt the warm flesh of Cody under his tongue. He tasted the sweet body, and he knew that this was his man. Taylor could feel Cody’s hands on his head, gently pushing him downwards, and he knew exactly what his man wanted. He started to slide down, tasting the light hairs on the chest, and then with a sudden inspiration he quickly ran his tongue to the left side of Cody, attacking his nipple.

Cody’s body arched and shook at the sudden onslaught against his nipple, sending waves of excitement through his body. He felt his nipple grow and he felt his own cock start to throb inside his pants. He was squirming now on the chair, reveling in the way Taylor was tonguing him.

Taylor felt the soft flesh harden under his ministrations, he felt the warm supple body start to squirm with each flick of his tongue, and he knew that Cody was his.

He could feel his balls starting to ache between his legs, but this time, it was Cody’s turn; he had to concentrate, and with that thought, he started to move his face down.

Taylor was now licking the small belly button, his left hand gently tracing the odd shape of Cody’s left nipple, twisting it every now and then, as his mouth and tongue worked to fill the small hole of the belly button with his saliva.

Cody was in an awkward position, his one leg draped over the chair arm, his back against the other, and his other leg spread out on the floor, with Taylor in between.

He could feel Taylor’s one hand trying to undo his pants, while the other tended to his hard nipple. Cody had his hand on Taylor’s head, trying to guide him down to his crotch, and yet he was trapped, trapped by having his jeans on.

Taylor finally managed to undo the jean button and pull the zipper down with his one hand. As the jeans were opened, he managed to spread them open, exposing the beautiful white flesh that was Cody’s package.

His mouth left the belly button and headed south towards his target, and Cody’s breathing now increased as he felt the head under his hands move down, felt the hot breath of Taylor on his pubic hair, and now he could feel the moist mouth gently mouthing his hair, matting it with his saliva.

Taylor could smell Cody. He had a sweet clean outdoor type smell to his body, and it was very intoxicating. His head was swimming now, the whole of last night was flashing across his eyes as his lips felt the hot flesh of Cody’s cock shaft.

He flicked his tongue, tasting a sweet taste, a hot taste, and he knew he was tasting remnants of himself from last night. He groaned with the thought, realizing that last night did happen, and that now was only a continuation of that whole evening. He closed his eyes, his head ached and yet he felt so elated that he could feel his own cock swelling up again, but not yet; not yet, this was Cody’s turn, and with that, he pushed aside the jeans, and felt the long hard cock jerk free of the pants, hitting him on the side of the mouth.

Only for a brief time was that huge throbbing piece of manhood free in the air. As it hit the side of Taylor’s face, he moved it up, and with his mouth wide open, he swallowed the huge live organ.

Taylor choked, as he struggled to get the huge thick cock down his throat, and he was gagging on it, when he felt a hand gently pushing his hair, gently stroking his face, and a soft voice whispering “easy, take it easy,” and it calmed him down.

He took a deep breath, with some difficulty, and then with his eyes shut tight, he moved his mouth forward again, more slowly now, letting the huge thick hot cock find its own way down his throat.

Taylor’s hands rested on Cody’s hips, holding them tightly in his grasp. He started to move his mouth up and down, very slowly, still trying to get used to the huge cock in his mouth.

Cody’s hands played gently with Taylor’s ears, keeping his urgency under control, even though his breathing was coming shorter and shorter with each second.

Taylor was getting used to his mouth being filled with the huge throbbing cock. He could feel it bounce against his mouth, rasping along his teeth, and he could feel the way the huge cock kept digging down his throat, the head seeming to get larger with each thrust into his mouth.

He could hear Cody groaning, and feel the way his hips squirmed in the chair, his legs now wrapped around his upper body, holding him in position. Cody’s hands were tightening their grip on his head, twisting his long blond hair, clenching and then unclenching the disheveled hair.

Cody was losing his struggle to keep control, he didn’t know how long he could hold out, the way his cock was slowly entering the hot mouth, the tongue forced to lay under the moving cock shaft, sent sparks along his cock, up through his balls, his stomach. The sensation sent waves of pleasure through his body, causing his heart rate to jump up; his breathing was now very ragged, as his body ached all over, waiting for his brain to release it to its needs.

He had been sucked off before, but this was different for him. The slowness was agonizingly wonderful, letting each inch of his cock feel the raspy tongue, feel the heat travel up his throbbing shaft, warming his whole body, which now was starting to sweat with the hot action.

His body started to tremble, as his hips were no longer under his control, he couldn’t move his legs apart anymore, the jeans held them close to the blond head between them. His balls ached with their full load, and he started to lift his hips, to try and bury his cock even deeper into the young virgin mouth.

Taylor moved his hands to reach under Cody, to firmly grip his tight buns, to help raise them, so he could taste even more of the hot penis. He could feel the head tickling the very back of his throat, gagging him each time, but slowly he was able to manage it.

He briefly glanced up and saw Cody’s face constricted, the muscles tight along his firm jaw line, his eyes shut tight, his breathing hard and heavy, his mouth open, soft moans coming from it. Taylor shut his own eyes and started to move his face on the huge cock faster. With each downward push of his face, his hands pulled up on the tight ass cheeks, letting Cody’s pubic hair push against his lips, rubbing them with the prickly hairs, causing Taylor to shiver with each touch. He breathed deeply each time those hairs rubbed his lips, taking in Cody’s hot man scent, still sweet and fresh to him.

Taylor’s stomach contracted with each breath, his brain floated on a cloud with each breath and he increased his tempo now, the huge cock feeling at home in his young mouth.

Faster now, he could feel his own balls push into his crotch, and his tongue stopped being a doormat for the huge weapon inside, it flicked out, around the huge shaft, his teeth now grated gently over the whole penis as it moved in and out, getting faster now, and he could now feel Cody’s balls slapping his chin, as the power increased. He started to tighten his mouth’s grip on the hot shaft; Cody was groaning constantly now, as his thick long cock was being eagerly sucked.

Faster it went, faster and faster, harder and harder it pounded against the back of Taylor’s throat, the head starting to jerk wildly, Cody was close, his hands gripped Taylor’s hair, pulling on it, as his brain finally gave in to his body, and he pulled Taylor’s head down, as he shot his hips forward, sending his long thick throbbing penis deep into Taylor’s mouth.

As the head flung itself inside the hot mouth, pushing aside the firm lips, the head touched the back of the throat and started to gush, a huge load of hot salty cum came flooding out.

Taylor choked, his mouth constricted, tightening even more the hot cock inside, bringing another quick spasm that sent another large hot load of cum into his mouth. He coughed, barely, as his throat swallowed, and the hot cum kept coming.

He struggled with it, desperate to hold the penis inside his mouth, but feeling his body convulse in a choking spell. He swallowed again, and then once more and his stomach started to ease its pressure, his throat relaxed a small bit, as a fourth load of cum started to trickle out of the swollen cock head.

His tongue licked around the shaft, and he started to move his head away from the cock, letting his tongue lick it all over, his mouth now full with Cody’s semen. He swallowed again, and tasted the salt in the warm cream, but there was a sweet tang as well, and he could smell it, the smell of a man’s juice in his own mouth. He quivered as the smell traveled through his nostrils, and his grip on Cody’s ass weakened, as he let the wonderfully tight and firm butt sink back down to the chair.

Cody’s head was still slightly spinning, his breathing was rather sporadic, but he was gradually regaining his rhythm. Man, what a ride he thought, and then he looked down, to see Taylor.

He was leaning on the inside of his leg, Cody’s now limp dick gently resting near those red lips, Taylor’s breath gently wafting across his damp pubic hairs. His long blond hair was spilled all around his crotch, even across Taylor’s face, but Cody could still see the blue eyes, shining through the forest of hair strands.

Cody shifted his position, and reached down to bring Taylor up to sit in the chair with him. His naked body resting curled around Taylor’s own half naked body. Cody managed to scrunch himself up enough to bend down and give Taylor a kiss on the lips. He found an eager response, and as their lips touched he could taste his own cum, along those full lips. He shivered slightly and wrapped his arms around this new found playmate.

Taylor was in heaven, he felt warm all over. He knew he had done a good job and the way he was being held made him feel on top of the world. There is no way anyone could take this away from him. Not his father, not his grand parents, no one. He finally had found what he wanted, what he had searched for and the feeling was unlike any other he had ever experienced.

With those thoughts ringing in his ears, he decided to take the ultimate gamble, and with a squeaking voice he managed to croak out his invitation for the upcoming winter break.

He looked up into Cody’s deep eyes, the darkness that was there had a sparkle to them, like a glossy black corvette shining in the moonlight. He waited, watching the expression as Cody thought it all out.

“How would we get there? I mean I don’t know if old Betsy can make it up that mountain road.”

“It’s okay, my folks refuse to let me drive up there, so they always insist on getting some local guy from the resort to pick me up and take me to the cabin. It won’t matter if he picks up two instead of one, they usually send a four by, and there is lots of room, so, what do you say?”

Cody couldn’t resist those pleading eyes. He smiled and agreed, which launched Taylor into a kissing frenzy. It was only when Cody yelped with pain from being pushed back against the chair arms, that Taylor relented his kissing assault on Cody.

They slowly disengaged from each other and Taylor went off to get cleaned up and put some clothes on. Cody sat looking out the balcony window, watching the small flakes of snow twirling in the gentle breeze. He shook himself, wondering how he was going to work this all out. He knew that several members of the team and cheerleader squad were heading for that very resort as some alumni commitment, and he was scheduled to make an appearance too, but he just couldn’t disappoint Taylor; besides, it wasn’t everyday you got to get it on with a virgin that looked like Taylor.

The afternoon passed quickly. Finally it was time for Cody to take off and Taylor was feeling depressed about it. He hadn’t experienced such angst before, not even when he had a major test, did he feel this nervous.

Cody finally struggled out of the doorway, after many hugs and kisses the two finally were apart and a door between them. Taylor moped around the house for a bit, then decided he had to get out, even if it meant going to a bar. He just couldn’t stay home, and he knew that Cody would be out with “her”.

Taylor managed to make himself a sandwich and eat something. He really didn’t feel much like eating, he was feeling rather lonely. He couldn’t understand it, he had been lonely before but this was totally different. It was like there was a void in his heart, and yet he should be on cloud nine. Didn’t he just spend a frantic night and morning with his dream man?

Yeah, he said to himself, but what about tonight? He knew he had a taste of what pure lust and pure passion was, and he wanted more, but he had no idea on how to go about getting it. He couldn’t very well insist that Cody spent every free moment with him, it wasn’t like they could go about announcing they were an item, not if he wanted to live and certainly not if Cody wanted to keep his scholarship.

For the first time, Taylor realized just how complicated of a relationship he was beginning to enter into. His desire for Cody could actually lead to destroying Cody’s life if he wasn’t careful.

What pro team would even think of drafting him if they knew he was a fag? How could he lead the team next season if his teammates knew he was a ‘fairy’?

Were his remaining years on this campus doomed to secret rendezvous? Secret trysts in his apartment or motel rooms? Was this how being gay was to be for him?

His blue eyes that Cody loved staring into were clouded over now. His body shivered slightly as he thought about all of the dangers that were now facing him.

He had gone from being just a lonely kid in a small college with unfilled passion, to a small kid in danger of ruining not only his anonymous status but of taking down one of the most popular and promising athletes in the state. How did he get into this mess?

He shook his head, as he headed out of the door, there was so much to think about and so little time and worse, he had no one to talk to about it. What was he going to do?  On top of all this, how was he going to conceal his need and desire for Cody, specially around all those people who were always hanging around him? How could he keep his love hidden from people like Darla or Brad?

Taylor realized for the first time that love wasn’t just a great time in bed, it had a lot of danger with it.

It was your typical small college town bar. It wasn’t the most popular, the cool kids didn’t hang out here, but it still did a thriving business.  It had a small dance floor, but mainly there were nothing but tables and chairs jammed throughout the place.

Taylor had heard that most of the town’s gay community hung out here, but it wasn’t exactly a gay bar, no such bar existed in this town.  It was just, well that it had a lot of guys, and few women, so naturally it was assumed that gays frequented it.

He found a corner table, off from the crowd. A small slender blond came up to the table to take his order. It was “Malibu Night” so he ordered himself one, and sat back to go over that last 24 hours. He still couldn’t understand it, he knew Cody liked him, even wanted him otherwise why the move to get him to the dance, the ride home, the fantastic sex at night, so how could he be out with Darla? It just didn’t make any sense.

Taylor had been lost in his thoughts, sitting, thinking, drinking and he didn’t even see Brad walk in. He almost fell over his chair when suddenly there was Brad grinning down at him. He had trouble hearing through the din in the room and his brain was fogged by all of the drinks he had consumed.

Brad sat down, still grinning from ear to ear. It seemed he was bar hopping and alone, which was strange. Finally his voice managed to penetrate Taylor’s booze dulled brain. He was talking about Cody.

“Huh, what was that?” he stammered.

“Man are you loaded Taylor; I said I just left Cody over at Nicki’s, he was sure plastered. Funny, so are you, what’s the matter you two have a lover’s quarrel?”

Taylor looked stunned. Did he hear Brad right?

“What are you talking about?” was all he could manage, in a slight slurred voice.

“Hell Taylor, you really are blitzed, man, how many of those drinks have you had?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, you had better slow down.”

“Yeah, sure, so what are you doing here?”

“Just looking, and well, oh here’s the waiter, I think we better get you some coffee. Cody sure as hell would be pissed if I let you get too drunk.”

As the waiter came over, Brad ordered himself a beer and some coffee for Taylor. Taylor just sat there, listening, as if he wasn’t even there.

“CODY WOULDN’T LIKE IT” was all he could think of, just what did Brad mean by that crack, never mind the first one. Was he missing something? He couldn’t think, his head ached and even the two cups of coffee weren’t helping him now. He felt sick to his stomach, and yet he had to find out what Brad was talking about.

Brad helped him to the john, where he promptly threw up, his first time ralphing from booze. This wasn’t the Taylor his parents knew, but then again, all they did really know was his name.

After a few heaves he felt himself being led outside to the crisp winter air, the moon glow bathing the area in its golden light. He mumbled something; at least he thought he did. He heard Brad laugh, his strong arms holding him upright as he led him to a small car.

“LOVER’S QUARREL?”
“CODY WOULDN’T LIKE IT!”

He kept turning those words over in his brain as he felt his body pushed into the car seat, and he knew he heard someone talking, but it sounded so jumbled up, he couldn’t understand it. It had to be Brad, why was he talking so strange? Sounded like baby talk, and he tried to tell Brad to speak English but all he got was more laughter.

Taylor felt himself being manhandled out of the car, he was cold and he felt sick again, and as he moved along the walk, he bent over to puke once more into the side of the walkway. He heaved a few times, feeling like he was about to die, his whole insides ached, and he felt like he was falling, but something, or someone kept him from falling face first into his own puke.

Taylor felt himself being pulled up and pushed along the walkway. He felt his stomach churn inside him as the elevator took him and his handler up to somewhere. He was mumbling to himself, trying to figure it all out, when he felt a strange tug in his pants.

He started to moan a bit, as the hand inside his pants searched around, gently pushing against his dormant penis, and as the hand touched, he felt himself rise up, and he jerked his head up and his eyes cleared briefly, to see Brad’s face, down around his chest. It was his hand fumbling around inside his pocket, poking at his crotch. It felt good, and he felt the hand stay briefly when it felt his limp cock shaft.

Taylor heard his keys jangle, and he was being held up with a strong hand, by his door, as Brad fumbled with the lock with his other hand. Finally they were inside, and Taylor headed straight for the can, where he threw up some more, in his own toilet.

His head was aching, and his stomach was doing flip flops, but his senses were slowly returning to normal.  He could make sense out of the noises now, and he knew Brad was in his kitchen doing something.

He washed his face with cold water and staggered out to the hallway. He found Brad pouring some coffee into two mugs, a full pot simmering away.

Brad looked up as Taylor staggered into the kitchen.

“Here, you gonna need this one.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“You sure tied one on, how come? Thought you would be in your glory, what’s going on?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know, you and Cody.”

Taylor almost dropped the mug of hot coffee, as the words hit him like a thunderbolt. How the fuck did Brad know about him and Cody? What could he say, how could he say anything?

He placed the coffee down, looking everywhere but at Brad. He decided to play dumb, which was a safe bet, but he tried to figure out how he could get in touch with Cody. This was serious, what if Brad talked to others about this?

His body ached and he could feel a thousand jack hammer’s working on his forehead, as he tried to think this out. He was in no shape to ponder such a tough issue, and besides that, he had to go back to the can, his stomach was not doing back flips for fun, and before he could answer Brad’s questions, he ran to the bathroom to once again lean over the white porcelain God.

He thought he heard his buzzer, but that was most likely his head getting ready to explode. Every time he tried to make sense out of Brad’s words, his stomach would churn, and chunks of puke would rise in his throat.

Taylor was still puking, but no longer was it anything but some damn awful tasting crap. He had emptied his stomach of any contents long ago, and now all he could do was heave, which hurt like hell. He wasn’t used to this, and each time he bent down he felt like passing out. God, he thought, what if he did, his face would hit the toilet and then he would really be in for it. How would he explain that one?

He couldn’t stop his guts from heaving. Every time he figured he could manage, and started to get up, he fell back to his knees hacking and choking.

Suddenly he felt someone enter the bathroom. It had to be Brad, but then he felt two hands across his back.

Taylor felt the arms start to massage his back. It felt so damn good, but he couldn’t let Brad continue. He struggled to say something but he couldn’t, his throat constricted and he started to heave once again.

He coughed but the gentle rubbing continued, it felt so fucking good, his headache started to ease, his breathing was less strained, and he finally could feel his stomach start to quite down.

“Brad, please, don’t,” he managed to finally croak out.

“Brad?” a voice said. “You delirious, Taylor?”

“Huh?” Taylor whipped his head around, as the soft drawl of Cody’s voice filled his head.

Despite the immediate pain that went through his whole body he smiled, as it registered, the hands weren’t Brad’s, it was Cody who was rubbing his back.

“How, I mean, like…”

“Sssh, take it easy, we can talk later, come on, think you can stand up now?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Good, come on, here let me help you.”

“Okay, easy does it, now just lean on the counter; here, let me get the tap on, and we’ll clean you up a bit.”

“Okay.”

“Good, now come on, here it’s cold, watch it. Geez, don’t splash so much Taylor, okay that’s it; now come on, dry off and let’s get you out of here and get some more coffee into you.”

Cody guided Taylor out of the bathroom, and instead of taking him to the living room, he angled him off to the bedroom.

“Where’s Brad? I gotta tell you something Cody; it’s important,” he mumbled; but Cody just sssshhst him, getting him to sit on the bed, and then he started to undress him.

“Bring the coffee in here Brad,” Cody yelled over his shoulder.

Taylor was confused, but didn’t struggle as he looked into Cody’s face, seeing a twinkle in those dark brooding eyes, just happy that Cody was here.

Slowly, Cody got his shirt off, and then made him lie back as he undid his pants. He was taking off Taylor’s shoes when Brad entered with the mug of coffee.

He placed the coffee down on the night table, and then bent down to help Cody get Taylor’s shoes and socks off.

Quickly they had them off, and Brad stood back a ways, as Cody reached up and tugged on Taylor’s pants, yanking them down, and he heard a quick intake of breath from the doorway as his crotch was exposed. Taylor had a hard on, it was sticking straight up in the air, making his underwear look like a tent.

Cody’s hand was in front of his face. He grabbed it and felt himself being pulled back up into a sitting position.

“Well, looks like booze doesn’t keep him down,” Brad mentioned.

“Shut Up,” Cody said.

“Here, take some more coffee, Taylor,” and he reached out to grip the coffee that Cody was holding for him.

“Thanks.”

“Well, you sure tied one on; you finish that while Brad and I go get a cup for ourselves. Drink it all now and I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.”

Taylor obeyed, and slowly he sipped at the scalding hot coffee. His brain was slowly clearing, the fog was no longer so thick, and he was very confused. What was going on? How did Brad know about him and Cody, and why wasn’t Cody worried about it?

His head was aching; every movement brought him a sharp pain. The room was still spinning, but not as fast, and his stomach was slowly getting back to normal. At least he didn’t feel like upchucking every two seconds. He heard Cody and Brad talking, and it sounded like Cody wasn’t exactly pleased with what he was hearing. This was too confusing, he wanted to lie down, but knew he couldn’t.

He heard someone at the doorway, and he looked up from his coffee mug to see Cody standing in the light from the hallway.

“Cody, how, I mean who, what is going on? How did you get here? What is Brad doing?”

“It’s a long story, don’t worry about it. You shouldn’t drink so much, why did you do it?”

“I just couldn’t stay in, it was too hard, and I needed to get out.”

“Well, it’s a good thing Brad found you. I was worried when he told me you weren’t at home, which is why I sent him looking for you.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, you kind of got to me, I couldn’t stand being away from you either, but I had to. I mean, well, you understand? Right?”

It was as if Cody was pleading with him. He reached out, dropping his empty coffee mug to the floor, and flung his arms around that strong neck and around that wonderful face. He pulled Cody forward, kissing him hard on the mouth, pushing his tongue past the strong full lips, tasting him, wanting to taste much more.

“Hey, can anyone join in or is this a private party?” Brad’s voice echoed in the room.

“Real joker, aren’t you Brad? Now take a hike.” Cody turned back and helped Taylor to sit back down on the bed. As he did, he heard his front door close and he knew that Brad had left, they were alone, but man his head hurt. His stomach was still churning inside but he so desperately wanted to be with Cody again, he struggled to stand up, but his stomach won out and he slumped back on the bed. “Don’t sweat it, just take it easy, now lie back and relax.”

Cody’s soothing voice was all the convincing he needed and he fell backwards, letting Cody lift his feet onto the bed, and cover him up with the sheet and blanket.  His eyes closed with Cody tucking him in.

His ears were ringing, and they wouldn’t stop. He groaned as the loud harsh ringing kept reverberating through his entire body. His mouth felt woolen, like he had swallowed a dozen pairs of his thick ski socks. Slowly he opened his eyes, to the soft glare pouring in from the window, and he shivered a bit, feeling the cold draft of air coming from the hallway. Thankfully the ringing had stopped, and he slowly stood up. Halfway up to a sitting position, he stopped. He heard a voice, and it suddenly dawned on him, he wasn’t alone and the ringing must have been his phone.

Just as thought dawned on him, a figure loomed in the doorway. “It’s your Dad on the phone,” the voice said and Taylor looked up, squinting, at the tall figure, and seeing the smile on the thin face, and instantly his heart raced. It was Cody. He was here; last night’s blur was a little clearer now.

He tried to jump out of bed, and got very dizzy, and Cody’s hand shot out to steady him, the bed sheet falling to the ground, exposing his whole white naked body. He realized that he was not only naked, but he had his ‘wake-up’ hard on sticking out, and he turned a bright shade of red as he stumbled past Cody.

“Better hurry with that call, looks like we have something to take care of,” Cody calmly stated as the naked Taylor swayed past him to grab the phone.

He looked back as he picked up the receiver to see a wide grin across Cody’s face. He loved the way his cheeks pulled back, the small dimples more pronounced by the wide open mouth, the white teeth gleaming at him. He almost lost it there, but managed to summon some strength as he heard his father’s voice bellowing at him.

“There’s been a change of plans,” he announced to the room, his back still to Cody. “I can have the cabin but instead of leaving next Friday, I

 have to leave tomorrow or not at all.”

 

“Yeah? So what’s the problem?”

 

“Well, can you still get away, I mean, it’s earlier than we planned, but, well…”

 

“What time tomorrow?”

 

“Early, the truck and driver will be here to pick me up at 7.”

“Ouch, that is early, doesn’t give us much time, but I think we can manage. Guess that means I am going to have to stay here tonight!”

Taylor turned to face Cody; his face lit up like a Christmas tree with those words and he stumbled over to embrace this tall athletic giant who had turned his entire world upside down. How had this happened? Now, he not only was still going to go skiing but Cody was not backing off. His heart raced as he kissed Cody, all over, first the lips, then his cheeks, then down to under the chin, tasting his flesh, the slight salty flavour washing his mouth, stinging him slightly.

Cody staggered under the assault of Taylor’s fervour. He was taken aback by the sudden rush of joy his simple words had brought, but his brain also reeled from the flippant way he had just decided to once again cancel his evening for this blond boy in his arms. This was going to get sticky, he knew, and not just from his hard ramming rod, but from his decision to be with Taylor.

Taylor was in 7th heaven. His head no longer ached, well not too much, and all because this dream man was really a dream. Nothing he could ever imagine or fantasize about could equal the way this was unfolding.

He kissed and kissed, tasting him all over, the nape of the neck, the chin, the throat, everywhere possible he kissed wanting to taste every inch of this hot man.

“Whoa, settle down,” Cody finally commanded. “We have time, why don’t you go jump in the shower, while I figure out what we should have for breakfast.  Okay?”

“Uh, oh, yeah I guess I should, yeah sure, I won’t be long.”

“We’ll see, okay off with you.”

Taylor stepped into the shower, the hot water spray stinging him slightly as he adjusted the nozzle to let the soothing water cascade down his full body. He was still hard, and there was no way he would go limp until he came, but he thought he could hold out till after breakfast. He loved the way he was being looked after. No one, not even his mother or rather the servants, had ever treated him so well. He shook his head, letting it fall directly under the warm spray.

Suddenly, he felt two strong arms circle his waist, the shower curtain open, and then he felt a sudden excitement. Cody had entered the shower, his clothes off, and he was standing behind him now, his own hard dick pressed hard against the white flesh of his ass cheeks.

“Ready for some breakfast, Taylor?” Cody’s voice whispered softly into his ear, then he felt the pressure of Cody’s lips as he kissed him on the ear lobe, then lightly nibbled at the bottom of the lobe, and pressed his whole body hard into Taylor’s backside.

“Yes, oh yes,” was all he could muster. His legs were weak and felt like rubber to him. The hot water kept spraying him as he felt Cody kissing him one second, then gently nipping his ears the other. A wave of electricity passed through his entire body with each touch of Cody’s lips or teeth. He started to groan as he felt one hand slowly come around from his waist, gently rubbing him as it traveled up to his chest, to gently pinch his right nipple, flicking it, making it spring into a full erection; then the hand gently traveled downwards, across his flat stomach, causing him to flinch and grind his ass backwards, where it pushed back against the hard long cock of Cody.

Cody’s hands reached out, gently pulling Taylor’s off his own body, and wrapped them behind him, so they rested softly on Cody’s ass cheeks. Then he moved his own hands back to Taylor’s body. He reached out with his left hand to the soap dish and grabbed the bar of soap.

He felt the warm water cascading down the soft firm chest of Taylor. He placed both hands in front, gently lathering them up with the soap, and then he put the soap back, and started in on the quivering body in front of him.

He started with his right hand, gently moving it from side to side, soaping the whole upper body, washing him with the flat of his hand, keeping the bar of soap now back in his left hand to follow up. He moved in a wide circular pattern, first with the soap, around the chest, the pecs, the nipples, then he gently rinsed the same area by gently rubbing his right hand across the recently soaped area. His own body, now tightly pressed into Taylor’s backside.

While he was busy washing the perfect young body in front of him, his face rested against the side of Taylor’s neck, and every now and then he would find himself kissing that wet warm skin, or his tongue would gently flick outwards, to lick the running water off the white neck.

Taylor was arched backwards, a soft but constant moan coming from his mouth as the warm hot water played with his chest, and Cody’s strong hands gently rubbed his body. He couldn’t believe how good he felt. His heart was beating faster with each gentle swish of Cody’s hand against his body. His breathing was becoming laboured, and he found himself gripping those tight firm ass cheeks with increasing pressure.

This was something he had never thought of. Being taken in a shower of hot water, and he started to squirm as a vision of this whole affair floated across his tightly closed eyes.

Taylor’s moans and gentle shivering was making it hard for Cody to concentrate. His balls ached something fierce, and his own penis was throbbing with excitement, as his body tried to melt with Taylor’s.

Cody felt his own ass cheeks get hot, as Taylor’s long tapered fingers dug firmly into his soft flesh, sending waves of excitement through his entire body. The water kept its constant beat but his own heart was now rising in tempo, gradually beating faster and faster, and his hands now sensed the same urgency, the same urge to move faster and firmer.

Cody was getting very hot, and now sweat joined the hot steaming water in cascading down his body. It found tiny crevices between their two bodies, adding to the excitement.

Taylor could feel the trickling jets of water between his back and Cody’s muscular front. He could feel the hard stomach muscles contract with each movement of those strong arms and firm hands across his stomach now.

Cody was breathing hard now, as his hands found the soft wet pubic hairs, matted against the hot flesh.  His left hand, now firmly holding the dwindling bar of soap, moved downwards, lathering the top of Taylor’s crotch, and then he moved his right hand, to firmly rub the area. He was breathing in gasps now, as his soapy hand gently moved out and along the very long and very, very hard penis.

Taylor groaned loudly as he felt the slippery right hand stretch out along his long cock shaft, rubbing the soap into the blood filled shaft, gently rubbing around the jerking cock head. He almost lost it the feeling was so hot and so damn intense. His whole body shook hard, driving his firm ass back into the waiting dick of Cody. The touch of that hot cock against his ass, the simultaneous touch of that firm hand around his cock head almost caused him to shoot his load, but he held on, knowing that much more was to come.

The two bodies now shook together, quivering under the still flowing hot water spray from the shower. Cody was breathing hard right into Taylor’s ear. He could feel his own hard cock wedged now in the crack of Taylor’s young hot ass. Each time that Taylor moaned, his ass cheeks shook, and each time they shook, his wedged cock jerked hard, eager now to penetrate the waiting hole.

Cody brought his soaped left hand back around to his own body. He quickly ran it along the full 9 inches of his hard cock, making it as slippery as possible, then he dropped the soap to the floor of the shower. He placed his right hand firmly now around Taylor’s own long hard cock and with his left hand he pressed against Taylor’s back, making him bend slightly.

His cock, wedged back between the firm ass cheeks, felt the change in the body it was pressing. The quick bending down of Taylor spread the legs wider, opened the ass wider, and suddenly it was all as it should be.

Cody’s dick rushed forward, as Taylor’s ass pushed back, and the two met, a slight tug, a slight grunt and a slight gasp and the huge cock head was now past the tight pink wet asshole, sliding slowly inside now, spreading Taylor even wider, forcing him to straddle the tub, his legs now wedged against either side, as Cody’s one hand gripped his own struggling penis, the other firmly resting on the small of Taylor’s back.

The huge cock traveled quickly inside, the velvet smooth lining eagerly lubricating the soapy penis as it dug further into Taylor’s ass. Taylor was breathing hard now, short quick shallow gasps of air, water now spraying him full in the face as his ass spread open wider with each passing inch of the hot cock. He reached back, his hands no longer able to grip the firm ass cheeks of Cody. They dug in frantically at the sides of Cody, clasping his hips, urging him to move inwards faster, urging him to enter him totally and completely.

Cody was in, deep inside the unbelievably soft warm bowels of Taylor. It felt even more satisfying than before. As his long hard cock pushed inside, he could feel the soft lining wrap itself around the huge pole, making it push slowly inwards, and the heat was unreal. His own heart now beat faster and faster as each touch of that warm lining sent wave after wave of pleasure through his entire body. His own strong legs were now almost reduced to a molten pool of liquid rubber. He pushed forward, resting more of his weight onto Taylor’s backside. His hand gripping the hard cock in front, pulled backwards, forcing Taylor’s ass into his own crotch, burying deep the hard cock inside.

Cody’s breathing was coming in short static gasps. His whole body shook with emotion, as he pushed in, and then pulled out. With each inward thrust, he yanked back on the huge throbbing cock of Taylor. Each outward pull of his hips, brought an outward thrust of his hand on the trembling penis in his grasp.

He couldn’t keep his motion slow and even. His brain was in a steamy fog, as it ordered more and more blood to race towards his pulsating dick. He was reeling as his blood drained to power his long hard cock inside Taylor’s quivering asshole.

Taylor felt like he was on a cloud. His whole body ached from head to toe as the hard quick thrusts sent him reeling. His feet would rise off the bathtub, only his toes still on the ceramic floor with each inward thrust of Cody’s hard throbbing dick. He groaned with each push, his own cock would try to jerk free of the firm grip of Cody’s hand, and as he was being fucked he was also being jerked off. His mind was in turmoil, not sure which was the more pleasant feeling, and which he should concentrate on. He felt like he was falling with each outward pull, and yet, he wanted more, and soon his whole body moved in time with each thrust of Cody’s hips.

Cody saw the first night flash across his face as he rammed his hard long cock into the warm wet asshole in front of him. He saw the night sky, the falling snow flakes as his hips ground into Taylor’s soft flesh.  He saw the gentle falling flakes increase as his power increased, as his dick started to jerk along its inwards journey inside Taylor. Cody started to moan loudly now, as his hips pushed in harder.

Taylor was close, he wanted to try and hold on longer, he was desperate to, but the warm water flowing across his chest, the firm grip on his own bulging penis, and the quick strong thrusts in his asshole were too much for him. He started to anticipate the inwards thrust and as Cody’s crotch rubbed into his ass, he would start to twist his hips, grinding the hard cock inside him, squeezing it harder with his muscles, and at the same time twisting his own firmly held dick, sending unbelievable waves of joy through his entire body.

His breathing was nearly one constant gasp for air. His racing heart was miles ahead of the last lap of the Indy 500 race, and going faster with each gasp of air. He was coming to the chequered flag now; his balls flew up to his cock, their massive load already starting to make its way into the long cock shaft.

“I’m Cumming, Gawd I can’t, it’s cumming, I…” he managed to squeak out as he felt his scrotum tighten under the pressure. His own cock started to jerk hard and sway side to side even though Cody’s hand was holding it tight inside his fingers.

“GAWD I CAN’T HOLD IT,” he said in short word by word breaths.

Taylor’s hard cock started to thrash within the firm grip of Cody’s hand. Hot cum started to flood past the tight fingers, and Cody didn’t even notice, as his own cock started to jerk hard and wildly inside the warm hole, as it touched the soft prostrate of Taylor.  His own cum was flowing fast and deep inside the young body when he realized that Taylor himself was also cumming.

The realization drove him wild, his hips ground hard into the firm ass cheeks, as if to push the embedded cock right through the young body, as if his own penis, shooting its wild hot load was in so deep that it was his own cum flowing out of Taylor’s dick. His hips now almost lifting Taylor right up, his back arched way back, as shot after shot of hot cream poured into the wet hole.

He could feel the sticky warm cum all over his hand, as it too flowed; the head of Taylor’s cock now within his hand, firmly held, but still bucking and thrashing about. Load after load came gushing out, pouring out through the cracks between his fingers, cascading down his hand, along his wrist and lower arm.

Slowly Cody was able to catch his breath, and his once raging hard cock was now hanging limp, the head still gently leaning against the once tight asshole. He could hear Taylor’s breathing start to return to normal, and he summoned what remaining strength he had to stand himself upright, taking his weight off the young body he had just pummeled.

Taylor slowly raised himself back upright as Cody’s body no longer kept him down. He stood up, the hot steamy water still pouring across his chest and stomach. He felt Cody’s hands on his shoulder, gently turning him around, so that he faced Cody.

He looked into the dark eyes, seeing the sparkle within. Taylor bent forward, his lips now pressed lightly against Cody’s own red lips. They clung together, letting the warm water wash them, drenching them in its warm embrace.

Taylor’s body still ached but he felt a thousand percent better than when he first got up to take his father’s call, and to have his 1st breakfast. He was now on his 2nd breakfast and while the eggs and bacon were good, he still liked the 1st one better.

Cody sat across from him, eating his own 2nd breakfast and his thoughts weren’t so much on the earlier feast, but on how he was going to get out of tonight. She could be such a bitch, and then there was the ski trip to worry about too.

He could see Cody’s face as he ate his own breakfast. He could tell that there was some major thinking going on there, but he hoped it wasn’t anything that would cause concern. Besides, the ski trip was really going to happen, and that was something he never thought would be possible.

How could he tell Taylor that he would have to be careful? There was no doubt that the physical attraction was one thing, but this had gone beyond that in less than a day. He really wanted to be with Taylor, but he also couldn’t afford to jeopardize his position at college.

Taylor finished at the same time as Cody.

“So, you want company with you to get your stuff for the morning?” he asked.

What would the alumni say if they knew he was a faggot? He didn’t think it would be complimentary and he really didn’t want to find out. There was Brad too, strange how he had gotten transferred here.

‘Huh? What did you say?” Cody asked as his mind flashed back to the present.

 

“You want company to get your stuff?  Where were you?”

“Oh, uh, no I don’t think so, I gotta run a few errands and stuff and besides, you look like you could use a nap already.”

“Well, sure, I don’t mind tagging along.”

     “No Taylor, it’s okay, besides, we have all evening after that.”

“Sure?”

 

“Come on, don’t pout now.”

 

“I’m not pouting; just have one bitch of a headache!”

 

“I bet you do, why’d you get so loaded?”

 

“I don’t know, the drinks just kept coming, and well, I am not a drinker and besides, I didn’t have dinner.”

 

“Well, you should be careful; anyway, look I should get going, but I’ll be back around 7 okay?”

 

“Seven? Uh, yeah sure that sounds fine. You want to have dinner here or go out?”

 

“Hmm, well I think maybe you should eat before I get back. I’ll grab something myself and that way we can have the evening together.”

 

“Well, sure, if you say so.”

 

“I think it would be easier; don’t sweat it bud, we’ll have breakfast together tomorrow!”

 

“Sure?”

 

 ”Sure, okay.”

 

“Yeah, no problem, besides I am not really in an eating mood, my guts are in friggin knots.”

 

“I don’t doubt it; okay, I am going to take off, you get some rest and I’ll be back around seven.”

 

 The day dragged on. Each and every minute it seemed like he had checked the damn clock or his watch to see what time it was. Slowly, ever so slowly the time managed to vanish.

It helped at around 1 pm when he managed to lie on the couch and sleep for a couple of hours. His stomach didn’t hurt after waking but his heart did. He wished it would be 7 pm but time merely marched onwards at a snail’s pace.

He spent the remaining hours walking aimlessly around his apartment, and every few seconds he would stand by the bathroom door, his hands on either side of the frame, looking in at the shower. His young face would break out into a smile as he recalled his morning’s shower, his 1st breakfast of the day.

Taylor kept pacing up and down his living room. Each time he came to the small dining space he would stare at the clock, wondering what was going on. It was now after 9pm and while the waiting for the clock to reach the magical hour of 7pm was bad enough, now it was even worse.

Time no longer moved slowly; it seemed to race forward, as if making up for taking so long to reach that magic seven o’clock. Each time he seemed to look, time had evaporated and still no sign or word from Cody.

Time continued to run, his pacing continued and his mind now started working overtime. What if Cody had an accident? He would never know, until it was too late. Maybe he had decided to not go with him and didn’t know how to tell him? These and other equally bizarre thoughts raced through his brain. Each thought brought about a twist in his stomach and sharp pain in his heart. With each passing minute he knew he was being dumped, and tears would well up but not flow.

One minute he was questioning himself, wondering what he had done to scare Cody off, the next he was cursing him for not having the balls to tell him it was over. Taylor went back and forth, one minute feeling sorry for himself, the next wanting to strangle Cody.

WHERE THE FUCK WAS CODY?

The clock was nearing almost eleven o’clock and still nothing from Cody. He was worried now, and his mind kept coming back to one thought, and one thought only, and that was that he was being dumped. He didn’t know why, but the empty feeling in the pit of his stomach, the uneasy feeling in his whole body, said only one thing.

“YOU ARE BEING DUMPED!”

It was all he could to do to keep from throwing himself onto the couch and crying his eyes out. It wasn’t fair, he hadn’t done anything wrong. He had given himself eagerly and willingly to Cody, let him do what he wanted, why would he dump him without even a word? Was he that bad of a lay? Was he that ugly?

Taylor sat in his armchair, these and other thoughts twisting through his tortured brain, his eyes moist from the constant presence of tears.

Cody was still sitting in his car, watching the clear night sky darken even more as the time approached 11 o’clock. How had he gotten into this mess? He was scared and he shivered slightly in the cold winter air.

He could see the stars twinkling up in the crisp night sky. There brilliant blue white light flashing in the deep darkness of the sky. It was a beautiful site, one he wished he could share with Taylor, up on Lookout Ridge, or anywhere; instead he had to go inside, he had to tell him what was going on.

DAMN IT, he thought, why couldn’t he have seen this coming? It would have been better if he never had made Taylor come to the dance, but he just couldn’t deny himself any longer. The way Taylor always sat next to him; the clean fresh scent that drove him crazy all those months; he had to have more, and now where had that gotten him? Now he was in deep shit, his whole future left up in the air.

He turned to look at Taylor’s apartment entrance. How was he going to tell him? He had been sitting here, in this same spot for the last 3 hours and still he had no inspiration. What was he going to do?

Cody placed his head into his hands, tears welled up and he could feel himself start to cry softly as images of a hurt Taylor flashed across his eyes. His athletic body quivered as he saw the hurt on Taylor’s face, but then he also saw his own face, as his parents learnt about his homosexuality, and he saw the faces of his team mates as they would look when they too heard about his being a queer.

There was no other way. He shrugged his shoulders, wiped his eyes and with reluctance, he finally opened his car door and headed up to the front door and to hurting the one person he had ever felt something for.

Just as the long hand on the clock reached the 12, the front door buzzer sounded. Taylor jumped to the panel. Holding his breath he heard Cody’s voice on the other end, and he punched the button, opening the front security door.

With his breathing coming in gasps now, he opened his own apartment door, standing there waiting for Cody to walk down the hallway.

In what seemed an eternity, he heard him coming and his face lit up as he saw Cody’s slow gait come up the hallway. Just as quickly as his face started to shine, it fell to a worried look, as he saw the redness around Cody’s eyes, the shallow look around his face, the way his cheeks seemed to have shrunk and the way his eyes looked, brooding, dark, and in pain.

Taylor stood by the door as Cody walked up, his heart aching as he waited.  He stood there, staring into Cody’s eyes, and for several minutes they just looked at each other.

Cody couldn’t bear to look at Taylor, the deep blue eyes looking so concerned, so worried. He knew, somehow this tall light of his life, knew and he didn’t know how but he had to make it right, he had to tell him and to hold him, at least one last time.

Finally, the battle of the searching ended, as Cody motioned  with his head to go inside. He followed Taylor in, gently closing the door, and as he walked into the living room, he squared his shoulders, ready to do what he thought he must.

Taylor could see the pain in the dark eyes. His wild thoughts of being dumped weren’t wild speculation; it was real, but why? Why was Cody dumping him?

It was obvious he didn’t want to do this, so why was he going to? He waited, seeing the pain, and his heart reached out, wanting to hold him, but something made him hold back. He waited, until finally Cody seemed ready to come inside.

He walked ahead to the living room to hear a sentence being passed, at least that was how he felt.

Cody sat down on the couch, his head lowered as he waited for Taylor to sit down. He prayed he wouldn’t sit next to him, and in one respect his prayers were answered.

Taylor sat down, but on the floor, next to Cody’s legs, and he looked up, peering into the dark eyes of Cody. It was almost unbearable, and his body started to tremble as he saw the compassion and concern in Taylor’s blue eyes.

How could he do this? He wanted so much to just be held by this tall young man, to have him wrap his arms around his body and to be able to say to the whole world, FUCK OFF, but he couldn’t.

Cody couldn’t stand it. He wanted to move but his eyes couldn’t leave those of Taylor’s. He wanted to run out the door but his legs were like cement, immovable. He tried to speak, but his lips were glued shut, and all he could do was look into those blue eyes, his heart pounding inside his chest.

Taylor waited, seeing the struggle going on inside Cody. He could see the heart beating fast; he could feel the torment and pain that was tearing Cody apart, and suddenly he knew exactly what he had to do.

It was like a huge jolt inside his head. Suddenly he just knew it, he knew the answers and he knew the questions. It was amazing, how he knew it, and he looked hard into the dark troubled eyes of the one person who made him feel worthwhile. He gazed into those dark eyes, seeing the answers, seeing the questions, but most of all seeing the pain and torment that was wrenching Cody apart.

As if a light had gone on, Taylor knew that he had only this chance to help, or he would lose forever this one person who made his life seem so worthwhile, so meaningful.  His own eyes never wavered; now, there was no doubts, no uncertainty in his soul.

Cody was near the breaking point. He couldn’t stop staring down, down into those blue eyes, and suddenly he saw a change, something drew him deeper into those eyes. His tongue licked his lips as his mind fell deeper into Taylor’s eyes. He saw the compassion and the worry grow, and then he saw it change. It was like watching a dawn approach over the horizon.

He wanted to speak, but something held him back. His heart flickered, magically it no longer felt like a sodden mass of lead, and its beat was no longer like a death knell.

The more his eyes bore down into Taylor’s deep blue eyes, the less his heart ached, the less his legs now felt like cement bricks. His chest was no longer heavy, and his brain seemed to be coming out of a deep fog, seeing light ahead of a dark cloud.

Taylor’s heart was beating steady now. It was strong and deliberate inside his chest, no longer racing in a frantic pace. A strong calm seemed to flow through his body as his whole being reached out to Cody. He knew that he could make this work; he knew that he was risking it all, but somehow, he would make this work.

Deep, in the far recess of his mind, a plan began to form, and he knew that the ski trip was going to help settle a great deal. He also knew that tonight, he would be with Cody, and that this wasn’t the ending of something he had only dreamed of, but the beginning of something far more intense, far more real, than any dream any fantasy.

Taylor took a deep breath, and with mounting courage he started to get up. First he got to his knees. His eyes were glued to those of Cody.

He was nervous as he moved in closer, his body now touching that of Cody. He could feel Cody tense as his body brushed up to his legs, then he knew he was right.

Suddenly he could feel his own heart reach out from his chest, reaching towards Cody, and like a dream, he could feel Cody’s heartbeat deep inside his own chest.

His face was now level with that of Cody. He saw Cody slowly lift his face to meet that of Taylor’s. His eyes were questioning, and yet somewhat at piece. Cody was letting him take charge; he was like a small baby in his mother’s arms as Taylor reached out.

Gently his hands found Cody’s shoulders, and he gently held the two broad shoulders and then he moved his face inwards, and his lips lightly touched those of Cody.

It was like an explosion inside his entire body. His blood pumped like a tidal wave heading for shore.

There was no stopping his raging emotions as he struggled to keep himself under control.

Taylor stared into Cody’s troubled eyes. Without flinching, or taking his gaze from those dark eyes, Taylor slowly moved his face forward, until their noses were almost touching.

He closed his eyes briefly, as he brushed his lips tenderly against Cody’s own lips. As they touched, his body jerked backwards, as if he had been hit by a thunderbolt.

Taylor opened his eyes to see Cody, leaning back, as if he too had felt the same thunderbolt. His eyes were looking into Taylor’s, seeking what?

Taylor moved up now, and sat next to Cody on the couch. He put his arm around him. He felt a sudden glow travel through his body, reaching out for Cody as he brought this boy close to him, as if to shield him.

Cody felt like he had just been kicked by a mule as Taylor’s lips lightly kissed his own. He sat back and watched in amazement as Taylor sat next to him, bringing him close and wrapping his arms around him.

“It’s Brad, isn’t it?” Taylor said softly, almost in a whisper.

“What? How? I mean, Yes,” Cody replied in stunned amazement.

Just how did Taylor know? There was no way for him to know about this, or was there? Had Brad said something to Taylor? Had he? If he had, Cody knew he would murder the damn bastard, to hell with the consequences.

“I don’t know how I know, I saw your face, and well, it was like your brain connected with mine, and suddenly I just knew that it was Brad and that you were in trouble.”

“But, I mean, this is freaky Taylor. And I, well, I don’t know how to say this, but yeah it is Brad, but not the way you might think. You have to believe me!”

“I know Cody, I know it isn’t your choice, but maybe I can help. Look, tell me about it, and let’s see if we can’t work this out. I don’t want to lose you Cody, you mean too much to me, and that is the truth!”

“I can’t Taylor, it well, it isn’t pretty.”

“Look, I can help, how I don’t know yet, but I do know I can help. Please Cody, don’t shut me out of this, I can help you,” he pleaded, his arm resting now on Cody’s thigh.

“What can you do? It is better this way, you have to take my word for it Taylor. I don’t want this to end either, but there isn’t a way out, you have to believe me Taylor!”

Silence fell between them. Taylor was getting desperate, he knew he could help but how could he convince Cody?

Taylor was getting desperate. He had to find a way to get Cody to open up to him, and he didn’t know how.

He looked at Cody, saw the pain in his eyes. His heart leapt out, trying to reach down and comfort Cody. His hands twitched at his side as his brain worked furiously to try and come up with a last ditch effort to get Cody to open up.

“Cody, you are my first,” he softly said. “Did you know that?”
The words seemed to hit Cody like a shotgun blast to the stomach. He reeled as the soft spoken words bounced around inside his brain. He was the first, the only one. He was actually loved.

How could he not tell Taylor now? He couldn’t change the solution, but he could at least give him the reason, to help lessen the pain. He looked over to Taylor and he saw that the words weren’t just words, he saw in the deep blue eyes that they were the truth, and his heart leapt up to his throat. He was choked and the tears he had been fighting back now flowed freely down his cheeks.

Taylor saw the battle being waged within Cody. He saw a glimmer of understanding and suddenly he watched in amazement as tears came trickling down that handsome well defined face. He saw the eyes water, and small drops run from the corners, down around the jutting nose, curling around the full lips.

He reached across pulling Cody into his own frame, feeling the body heave as the strain finally came tumbling out. Taylor leaned back to let Cody fall on top of his body, Cody’s head now buried into his shoulder, tears flowing more freely now, wetting his shirt.

Cody couldn’t hold back, the warmth of Taylor’s arms and his body was too much for him. As the words bounced around inside his head, his heart ached for the support that was only inches away. He nestled into Taylor’s arms, his head on the shoulder, his tears flowing into the soft warm body beneath him.

His heart no longer ached as bad. With each tear, each heave of his chest from his crying, his heart seemed to get stronger. His body trembled under the release of his fears, and he knew that he could now tell Taylor all about it. He also knew that somehow, he would fight to keep Taylor.

Cody finally was able to control his tears. Slowly he raised his head, the tears still visible as he looked up into Taylor’s blue eyes. He looked deep and long in those eyes, and his heart started to race as he knew this was his chance at something he had been searching for ever since he was just 13.

“I think I am in Love with you, Taylor!”

“Make love to me, Taylor,” he softly said, his eyes staring into those of Taylor, his arms resting around Taylor’s chest. “Please, Taylor, I want you to be my first too.”

Taylor’s heart raced ahead as the words burrowed into his very soul. Here was the most sought after guy on campus and he wanted Taylor, and not just casually, and he was to be the first. Taylor had never made love to another man before, he had never had the notion that anyone would ever want him to do that; but now, this minute, this second, he could think of nothing else in the whole world that he would rather do than make love to Cody.

Cody saw the wonder in Taylor’s eyes and for some strange reason he knew this was going to work out. Somehow he knew that he would not give him up, not without a real fight, and he raised himself, seeing the desire in those blue eyes.

He lifted himself up, and sat back on the couch. He threw his shirt off quickly, his eyes never leaving Taylor’s. He saw Taylor lick his lips, as he watched Cody start to undress.

Cody undid his pants, and lifting his legs up, he started to push his pants down towards his ankles.

Taylor’s eyes were glued to Cody. He saw the shirt flung on to the floor, and he stared as Cody undid his pants. Then he watched licking his lips in anticipation, as Cody pushed his faded blue jeans down his well tanned legs, towards his ankles. He saw the legs crouch upwards, raising one foot as he pushed the jeans down, exposing his white briefs to Taylor.

He saw the warm flesh slowly appear before him, and he looked down towards Cody’s butt and saw the firm shape held tightly in the white shorts. Cody managed to get the pants off and he dropped them off to the side of the couch.

Taylor waited; he held his breath as Cody started to grab the waistband of his white shorts. He raised his firm buttocks off the couch as he pushed the thin briefs down.

Cody lay there, his legs spread wide open, his clothes now laying casually on the floor. His eyes burned into Taylor. There was a deep desire sparkling within, and now it was Taylor’s turn. He too quickly tossed his shirt off, exposing his long upper body; the pure white skin seemed to glow in the dimly lit room.

Now he too undid his pants, sliding them down towards Cody’s outstretched body. He too lifted up one leg to push his dark jeans off his lanky body, but this time Cody reached out to help pull them off his leg. He waited as Taylor pushed the other side, lifting now that leg, and that he too pulled off so that now Taylor lay across from him in his boxer shorts.

Taylor saw Cody lick his lips, and he knew that this was a pivotal moment between them. His hands rested on the waistband as they looked into each other’s eyes.

As Taylor pushed his boxer’s down, he watched Cody spread his legs wider, letting Taylor’s own legs rest between his two. His eyes never left Taylor’s as the shorts came down and as they reached his feet, Cody reached out to gently take them off. He brought them up and placed them under his own head, rather than tossing them to the floor.

Taylor raised himself up, switching positions, so now he was leaning over Cody, his legs still in between Cody’s, as he lowered himself onto the solid body of Cody.

He kept his eyes focused on Cody’s face, watching the eyes, looking down into Cody’s soul, and he knew this was what he had wanted. He saw desire and need in those dark eyes, as he lowered his face and closed his own eyes, his face moving towards Cody’s, his lips burning, eager to touch Cody.

His arms were on either side of Cody, as his mouth gently brushed the warm lips. His mouth opened slightly, as did Cody’s, and his tongue came gently out, spreading open Cody’s lips, and he slowly inserted his warm tongue into the waiting mouth. He felt the saliva as his tongue pushed inside, tasting Cody, licking his teeth, his inside cheeks, then swirling around the tongue inside.

Taylor felt a strange sense of floating; he didn’t understand it, and yet he also felt a strange glow come from his heart, and push up through his mouth into Cody. His eyes were tightly shut as he kissed the firm lips of Cody, felt the passionate response and then he felt Cody’s arms, grabbing his ass cheeks, squeezing them tight and pulling Taylor’s body down onto his own naked body.

Cody felt himself rise up, but he struggled to stay flat on the couch, his arms now pulling Taylor’s body down onto his own, feeling the hard thick cock slide up his belly, the heat from it almost making him feel like he was on fire.

His whole body shook with the touch of that hot throbbing penis against his stomach. He groaned with the shake, and his knees moved up and outward, his feet curling around and against Taylor’s own lower legs.

Cody felt his heart jump inside his chest, and his breathing became quicker as his whole body started to glow from within. He felt a strange warmth pass down his spine from his mouth, and he felt at ease, his mind no longer troubled by other thoughts, all it could think about now was Taylor. His fingers clenched and unclenched, and he felt the soft flesh of Taylor’s ass, and a tingling started to travel from his fingers, up his hand, to his arms and was spreading all over.

Taylor’s arms were weak; they felt like rubber as his lower body touched that of Cody’s. He felt the hard throbbing cock of Cody against his balls, pushing up at them, sending waves of heat through his crotch.

His own penis was already dripping with pre-cum as it touched the hard stomach of Cody. The pre cum allowed the huge cock to slide easily up the washboard stomach.

Cody could feel the hot breath from Taylor as Taylor started to kiss him more passionately. His own breathing was coming in short quick gasps, as Taylor started to kiss him under the chin, a spot that drove him wild with desire.

Taylor felt like he was floating on a cloud, he could feel no pressure, no weight, as his mouth worked over Cody’s hot flesh. He tasted him, as he kissed him under his chin, and he moved down the rippled chest, towards his well defined pecs, feeling each muscle beneath his mouth, his lips.

He squirmed under the hard kisses, and the rough tongue every now and then licking his burning flesh. His own hands held firmly now Taylor’s ass but they started to roam, as if on a mission of their own. They caressed the soft ass flesh, then moved up to the more bony hips, gently feeling the sharp outline of the hip. Each movement made Cody feel hotter and hotter.

He kissed Cody, tasting the salt and feeling the warmth that was Cody. His whole body was lying atop the chiseled form of Cody, and his whole body glowed from the heat, the warmth that flowed through his body. His heart thumped faster with each passing second.

Cody was still feeling this urge to rise up, and his brain fought it, but the constant waves of desires were over powering his thought process. He couldn’t concentrate on anything else now, and slowly he felt himself lifting up off the couch, being held up by nothing but air. He trembled with the thought and his eyes opened, then closed, then finally opened to witness a darkened room.

He could feel his arms, gently running along the soft fleshy side of Cody’s body, feeling the firm muscles underneath the soft skin, feeling the blood racing along the arteries, feeling Cody’s heart beat, in tune with his own beats.

Taylor opened his eyes, and he saw below him two strong young bodies, small rivulets of sweat forming along the back of the blond, and his heart quickened.

The two figures lay entwined together on a bed of white; a strange light blue glow surrounded the straining flesh of the two figures. Taylor watched in awe as he saw his own body on top of Cody, his own head moving along the strong rippled chest of Cody. He watched with his breath held, as he saw his own lips gently kiss the left nipple of Cody, and he witnessed the way the nipple grew erect, stretching itself upright, and he saw it turn from a deep pink to a bright red as his lips continued to tug at the small erect nipple. He looked over to the right to watch his hand gently rubbing the smooth skin around the other nipple.

This wasn’t possible, but he was witnessing himself make love to Cody. He could feel a strange sensation with each movement of his hands, his mouth, his entire body. He saw the pale blue change colours, one minute purple, then a soft rose colour, then a forest green and now back to a sky blue.

His heart leaped and he saw it, saw the way his chest seemed to extend outwards and he saw Cody’s own chest heave at the same time, their skin touching as if the two hearts had leaped at each other, trying to join, trying to become one single heart, beating for both boys.