Adrian — 14
I didn’t exactly know what to expect with Cody at my place again. I needed to be sure I kept myself under control, though, because the last thing I wanted was to scare him off again.
I’d realized I’d come on too strong before, and although it’d been incredibly difficult, I’d backed off. That seemed to have worked, though, so it was worth it.
“Do you want something to drink?”
“Water is always good. I know I said that last time, but it really is.”
“Do you drink anything other than water?”
“Milk. Occasionally I’ll drink Diet Coke, but that’s about it. And coffee.”
“You’re not a health food nut, are you?”
“No. It’s just what I’m used to drinking.”
I thought about that as I went to the kitchen to grab a pair of water bottles. When I returned, Cody was still standing in the entryway, and that made me pause and wonder.
“Second thoughts? You can leave at any time, always. I need you to know that.”
“Good to know, but I’m good. I was waiting. I’m not sure where you wanted to talk, the kitchen or the living room.”
“Well, the couch is a lot more comfortable than the chairs at the table. I figured we’d talk there.”
“Okay.” I stared at Cody’s ass as he walked to the couch on the other side of the room. He sat in the center of the sectional while I sat on one end, turned toward him.
“So, we’re talking. What do you want to talk about?”
“Mostly I want to know what changed? I’ve been interested for months, and all of a sudden you’ve done a one-eighty.”
“Is that bad?”
“No. I’m just curious as to why.” I set my water on the large ottoman that I used as a table more than anything, before I looked back at Cody, who finally seemed interested.
“It’s not that I wasn’t interested in you as well. I just… You’re big. I mean, look at your shoulders and biceps. You scream alpha and control freak, and that scared me.”
“I’m not—”
“I know you’re not,” Cody quickly said as he held up a hand to stop me. “I’ve done a lot of thinking—and more masturbating than I ever did in my teens—and figured if I was going to do this, well, maybe you knew what you were doing and wouldn’t hurt me.”
“Wait. What exactly are you talking about? Why would I hurt you?”
“Umm…I’ve played a little but only with fingers and only really recently. As in, the past few weeks. It burned a lot more than I expected, but I was hoping you’d know how to make it…enjoyable.”
No way. There was no way Cody was saying what I think he was saying. Was he? No way. Nope. Nuh-uh. “Cody, are you a virgin? Please tell me you’re not a virgin. I thought…” The forceful way he shook his head gave me some relief, but only a little.
“Not a virgin. I told you I messed around in high school and then with the one guy after. But I topped. I’ve never been the one who…”
“Okay, so you’re an anal virgin,” I said, somewhat shocked. But Cody was young, so maybe I shouldn’t have been.
“Is that a problem?”
“No. And if you’re uncomfortable with it, you never have to do that. If we take our relationship that far that is. I’m perfectly happy being the receiver, but is it something you’d want to try or not?” I looked at Cody, who had a deer-in-the-headlights look on his face. Yeah, so most likely he wasn’t going to—
“You bottom? Seriously? You just scream top.”
“Well, I do that, too, but I’m good either way. And a lot of couples never have anal. There are many other ways we can enjoy each other.”
“Okay, so…you’re serious? You don’t always have to…you know…”
“No. I don’t. Like I said, I’m okay with receiving. Cody, you’re talking like this is something that interests you. Is it?”
“I’m twenty, Adrian. What do you think?”
I smirked, remembering what I was like at twenty.
“Yeah, see, you know. I think about sex all the time. I want it, all the time. I want to…I want to kiss you and feel you kiss me. I want to try things I’ve never done before. I want to see where this can go. But I don’t want to share. So whoever you’ve been relaxing with this week, call him and tell him you’re taken. Otherwise, I should go now.”
It took a few moments to realize what Cody had just said, but when I did, I had to outright laugh. That wasn’t exactly one of my finest moments, but now so many things made sense. I stood up and held out my hand, hoping Cody would accept it. Thankfully he did. I gently led him to my bedroom and into the bathroom where my relaxer for the past week was still suctioned to the wall.
“Cody, meet Floyd. Floyd, meet Cody, your replacement, hopefully.”
I looked at Cody’s eyes as they once again got huge as understanding hit. “You mean…that’s the…”
“Company I’ve been keeping this week? Yes. I’ve always enjoyed anal play. And getting fucked is no different. I enjoy it, and for the past several years, I’ve collected an assortment of plugs, vibrators, and dildos. Sometimes I need more than just my hand on my cock.”
Cody looked at me, then at Floyd, then back at me. “So when you said your evening was relaxing?”
“I’d fucked myself to where I almost fell, but it was worth it. I’ve been quite sexually frustrated for the past several months, and it’d finally gotten to be too much.”
“So, you’re okay with…stuff?”
“Well, depending on what type of stuff. I’m not really into bodily fluids and such. Well, other than come, but I wouldn’t exactly say I’m boring or vanilla.” I watched a myriad of emotions move across Cody’s face, and I was curious if he realized he was quite so expressive.
“You seriously don’t always have to top?”
“No, baby. I don’t. Cody, is that what’s been bothering you so much? I can’t really help my size too much. Even before I started lifting weights, I’ve always had very broad shoulders.” I finally did something I’d wanted to do for so long. I ran my fingers through Cody’s hair and realized it was incredibly soft. What I wouldn’t give to be able to tug on it during… All in time. Maybe.
“Your size doesn’t intimidate me. But honestly, you do scream top, and there’s a big age difference. I thought…I don’t know what I thought actually. Nothing good it seems.”
“No, tell me,” I suggested as I tugged Cody out of the bathroom and over to the bed. I sat down on the side, and he easily joined me. Well, that was easier than I thought it’d be.
“You’re older. I figured you’d be looking for marriage and kids right away, and I’m not sure that’s my thing, you know? Maybe marriage, someday, but not anytime soon. That’ll be Hawke definitely.”
“I’ve seen the way Trace looks at him. I don’t think that’ll be too much of a stretch for those two. But, yes, I’d like to get married again someday. But I’m not looking to rush out and do it. I simply like the commitment it’s supposed to stand for.” Cody nodded, so I continued, but not before I gently lifted his face to look at mine.
“I have a niece and a nephew, and if Denver and Emme ever get their shit together, probably another at some point. I’m super happy being the awesome gay uncle. I’ve never really seen children in my future. My job can be demanding and unpredictable at times. Besides, I like to travel. That’s easier without kids.”
“Can we, I don’t know, maybe start with a kiss? I mean, I’d love to—”
I cut Cody off when I pushed him back on the bed and gently covered his lips with mine. Fully expecting him to be shy and hesitant, I was happily mistaken. No, there was nothing shy or hesitant about the way Cody kissed me. He almost immediately took control of the kiss, and I was more than willing to allow him.
He owned the kiss, and when his firm yet supple lips met mine, I was a goner. I couldn’t open for his probing tongue fast enough, and when Cody pushed on my shoulder, we quickly rolled, putting him on top of me. This was a place I’d wanted to be for so long, I had no reservations, no problems with it at all.
When Cody broke the kiss, we were both breathless, and the heat and desire that I knew was in my eyes was reflected back at me in his. Fuck, but he was beautiful. Our lips met again in a more passionate collision, but neither of us cared. Somewhere, somehow, a switch had been flipped, and Cody became the pursuer all of a sudden. He kissed his way down my jaw to my throat where he gently bit at my Adam’s apple, causing me to moan loudly.
“Mmm, you like that, huh?”
“Fuck, don’t stop. I’ll probably like just about anything you do to me. Just don’t stop.”
“If you insist” was the reply but then he was gone again. I opened my eyes and looked up into the dark ones of Cody and was met with a smirk on that handsome face. Fuck, I think I was about to be in trouble.
When Cody pushed his way in between my legs, I opened for him, allowing him room to kneel on the bed between my outstretched limbs. He grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head, giving me a view of his golden-brown skin I wanted to map out with my hands, lips, and tongue. Shit. I was definitely in trouble.
He pushed my shirt up, and when Cody’s tongue ran up my treasure trail, I instinctively flexed, tightening my stomach as he went. “I love all of the hair. Please tell me you don’t shave it.”
“No. It itches too bad when growing back out.” He wanted to talk? Now? Things were starting to get good. If he expected me to think, it was never going to happen. My brain was thinking one thing right now. Get naked.
Cody seemed to have the same idea because he pushed my shirt up the rest of the way, stopping to nibble on first one, then the second hardened nipple. I couldn’t help it—they’d always been a hot spot for me, and my hips involuntarily thrusted upward. I didn’t want to scare Cody, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he ground his hips back down into me, letting me know he was just as hard as I was.
He yanked my shirt up over my head, which caught on my shoulders when I didn’t lift my arms quick enough. I raised my shoulders enough that my shirt was able to be pulled over my head, quickly following Cody’s onto the floor.
“Fuck, you’re hot. I love it that you’re wider than me, really. But the fact that you’ll let me do this really turns me on.”
I was about to ask what this was, but I found out when Cody made quick work of my button and zipper and yanked open my jeans. He groaned, and when I looked at him, he was staring at my dick that was peeking out of my jock.
“Cody.”
His eyes flew to mine, and I only saw hunger and need in them, no uncertainty or hesitation.
“You don’t have to. I’m okay waiting. It’ll go away later. Maybe,” I said, trying to joke a bit. But I didn’t want Cody to feel pressured about anything. This would come when it was supposed to.
“No, I’ve been dreaming about tasting you. I want this, but if it’s too soon, I won’t.”
“Fuck, Cody. No man turns down a blowjob from the guy he’s interested in. Not when they’ve wanted them for so long.”
“So this is okay, then?”
“More than. But if you decide you don’t like it, we can stop.”
“I’ve sucked more than one dick in my life, Adrian. I love giving head,” Cody said with a smirk on his face. I didn’t want to think about the guys he’d been with in the past. They didn’t deserve him and hadn’t treated him as they should have. A mistake I wouldn’t make.
When Cody leaned down and swiped his tongue over the leaking head of my cock, I gasped, not quite ready for the sensation. It had been so long, too long, since anyone had done as much, and it felt entirely too good and he hadn’t even really started yet.
The moan followed by another swipe of Cody’s tongue let me know he was enjoying what he was doing, so I relaxed. That was, until he yanked on my jeans and jock, effectively pulling them both down to below my hips. Fuck, that was sexy. If he could be this forceful when removing my clothes, what would he be like when he fucked me?
“You have a frog tattoo? On your hip?”
“Yeah—can we talk about that later?” I begged, hoping he’d continue with his removal of my clothing. Thankfully he must have agreed because he nodded as he pulled my pants off, stopping long enough to untie and yank off my boots. Once my socks, jeans, jock, and boots hit the floor, Cody ran his tongue up my leg, stopping only when he made it to my groin.
He nosed my balls, inhaling deeply before he licked first one, then the other. “I love that you don’t trim. Please don’t. Your hair is such a turn-on, and I love the feel of it on my hands and body.”
“You sure? I don’t mind manscaping. I’ve just not had anyone to do it for in the past few years.”
“No, keep it, please,” he said as he ran his tongue up the length of my shaft, swirling it at the tip and then sucking me down in one go. Fuck! So good. So warm and wet, fuck. I grabbed the blanket below me, needing to ground myself so I didn’t thrust up into Cody’s mouth and hurt him. I wasn’t overly large or thick, but I didn’t yet know what exactly he could take or was willing to. I threw my head back as he sucked and pulled up off my cock, causing it to throb even more than before.
“Fuck, you taste good. Let me know if there’s anything you don’t like.”
I didn’t get a chance to reply; Cody went back to sucking, and my mind turned to mush.