Author’s Note:

Ten years ago this month I posted my first erotic story. Today, as the anniversary of that event nears, I am releasing the long-awaited continuation! If you have not read this story previously, you will need to read at least part 3 for it to make sense as it is a direct continuation of that part.

I do encourage everyone to read the whole series over before reading this part because in 2020 I quietly revised the first three parts to bring them to my current level of writing ability. So, even if you have read them before, you may still find something new. I am also shamelessly asking people to rate and comment on the old parts as well. Due to a problem in the transition between Narcissus Cursed Men’s Collection and Gay Spiral Stories, many ratings and comments were lost, leaving this story perhaps a little unappreciated to the casual browser!

In addition to Part 4, additional parts to continue this story are in the works and I hope, but cannot promise, that they will be released roughly monthly as work on my other stories allows. Part 5 is very likely to be released by the end of June at the latest as it has already been sent to pre-readers.

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# Mysterious Boyfriend X

# Chapter 4

Dinner was super weird. I’m not going to lie. My mother had seen my second boyfriend’s hot naked ass and he was an over 6’ rugby hunk. She had clearly told my dad, so he was prepared as we filed in. Cody’s jogging outfit was wrecked, the shirt had tears along the seam stitching, and the shorts were a sweaty, wrinkled mess. I didn’t really want him to come to the dinner table wearing nothing but a towel and a sweaty jock, or worse, just a towel. Neither my dad nor myself had any clothing Cody could wear, the size difference was just that great. In the end, Mom brought dad’s oversized bath robe up and provided an extra bath towel. Even as an oversized “one size fits most” robe it didn’t close across Cody’s wide chest, but it did cover most of the real estate on the sides. We wrapped the fresh towel around his sculpted torso and secured it with a couple safety pins, and then put the velour robe over top. I’m not sure if the result was any less sexy than just wearing a towel. It did cover up his crotch and upper thighs, which was kind of a shame, but at least it didn’t hide the thickness of his sexy legs.

When we entered the kitchen, Cody was very bashful so I came right behind him, holding his arm to give him support, and to guide him to his chair at the table across from where Mom usually sat. Dad was sitting next to her spot, across from where I sat, so each couple was on one side. As I may have alluded previously, my dad was really quite a chill guy. He was a forensic accountant of relatively average height and build, quite similar to me, which is why I couldn’t even swipe some sweats from him for Cody. Despite his legendary, unflappable calm, my dad’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull at the sight of the 6’3" ginger wearing his robe like a vest, with a wide strip of bulging pecs and abs exposed in the middle, sitting down beside me. He legit looked stunned, and tried to work through it; finally he settled for gaping like a fish and then looking back and forth between us. I really couldn’t read his expression, and Cody looked like he was going to implode of embarrassment.

Just then the sound of a cork popping broke the silence and it was followed up by a generous sloshing sound. My mother had The Good Wine™ open and she was generously filling one of the jumbo wine glasses that we joked about never using. She brought the glass over and put it in Dad’s hand and then used both her hands to wrap his fingers around it. Dad made a sort of salute gesture with the glass and then started to knock it back. He glugged the wine down for 3 or 4 seconds before stopping to breathe and letting the alcohol hit him. He gathered his focus, partitioned his concerns like he was in the middle of a forensic audit, then set the glass on the table and turned to Cody. “So, young man, introduce yourself,” he said with the authority of a senior accountant talking to someone without a receipt for a ‘business dinner’ at the Whirly Twirly Club.

I mean, he wasn’t yelling. That was good, right? More sloshing in the background meant mom was pouring herself a big glass too. I resorted to reaching under the table and patting Cody’s meaty upper thigh reassuringly. Cody took a deep breath and steeled up like the jock he was, relying on the ancestral skill of How To Talk To Your Date’s Dad, Variant 1: No Gun In His Hands Yet, and also Variant 3: We’ve been Caught In Bed, Still No Gun In His Hands. “Hello Sir, AND MA’AM,” he hastily added to my mother who was approaching with a platter of baked potatoes & toppings for them. Some juicy ribeyes were already on the table. Mom must have come home with a bulk pack from the warehouse club, there were enough for all of us. “My name is Cody McKellen and I am a senior at Fairview High. I’m the captain of the varsity rugby team and I’m on, well, most of the different sports teams too. I’ve known your son for ah— ah— ah long time, but a couple years ago he really helped me out with some study problems. And uh, basically I was, too dumb to tell him I liked him—”

“He’s secretly been keeping bullies off me for almost 3 years,” I interjected. “I guess it was more obvious than I thought that I was gay. So, that was pretty major.” My parents looked a bit impressed, and my mom slid into her place, set down her jumbo glass of wine, and started putting food on Cody’s plate (which I thought was a great sign!).

Still there was a bit of an ominous silence and Cody struggled to resume. “I’m real sorry we were uh, you know, caught like that, especially I apologize to you Ma’am,” he said before Mom held up a hand and stopped him.

“No, no, it’s ok Cody,” Mom said, pausing to take a slug from the jumbo wine glass. “When you’re family, sometimes the bathroom door isn’t closed, or the pants aren’t all the way up. I saw your bum. I’ve seen bums before. It’s not a big deal. Well yours is big. But it’s not a problem.” Mom took another drink.

“You… saw…?” Dad said as his head sort of pivoted in an animatronic way to look at Mom.

“Well… he was lying naked on top of our son, and he’s so big he completely covered Allan.” She gave Cody a helpless side-eye and shrugged at Dad.

“We weren’t doing anything Sir!” Cody exclaimed. “We had fooled around earlier, and we were just snuggling then.”

Dad’s jaw worked noiselessly for a few seconds and then his head pivoted back to fix Cody with A Look. “Snuggling?”

Cody got this beatific grin that just made him look like a puppy. “Yeah we were snuggling for about 3 hours I think, just holding each other and talking quietly,” he said his eyes practically shining and glowing. “Just being in contact with him felt like it was feeding my soul.” He turned to look at me and honestly I was rocked by the look in his eyes. It made me want to top him. It made me want to top him very badly. An entire gamut of sexual desire just started to flare up within me, reddening my face and suddenly I was the one off kilter at this table. I got caught up in thinking about how his sexy body was literally hot from all the blood flowing through his pumped-up muscles, and having him hold me made me feel like I was sleeping under an electric blanket set to max. I was also very aware of his beefy thigh poking out from the wrapped towel and I totally lost my grasp on the conversation for a few moments and that cost me.

“Well, Cody, I was honestly a little scared when you walked in here. You’re physically imposing; I’m sure you realize that. You could hurt someone with your strength. I was preparing myself to give you a speech, warning you about if you ever physically hurt Allan, but it seems you’re actually… hrm… his protector.”

Cody turned to my dad and looked him in the eye and earnestly said, “I could never hurt Allan. I’ve accepted in my heart that I love him, and that I’m su—” I think, I THINK, I got my hand over his mouth in time. I don’t think the “b” came out. My parents were not stupid. “Sub—” would be understood by them. This was too much. Also Cody just said he loved me and he said it to my dad not me! OK actually no, he whispered it while we were cuddling like he was scared he wasn’t allowed to say it. So cute! But you know, I was going to set up a do-over when we were alone so he could say it to my face! Not to my dad’s face!

“Some things … are just not right … for the dinner table,” I said heavily turning back to my parents with a forced grin. My mother had frozen with the wineglass not quite to her mouth, and my father was looking back and forth between us; it was really hard to get a read. This all was far too much information, and way too kinky for him, clearly. Dad now looked out of his depth. Yet he weirdly looked kind of impressed too, I think? I mean if you just rate Cody based on his looks alone I still feel like it would be something to stir some pride in parents. Would a straight dad be proud of his gay geek son for bagging a hot jock? Maybe? But bringing him home and then taking him into submission on the first date? It would not be reasonable for my parents to just take that as par for the course. I certainly hadn’t figured out what that meant, and I kind of felt like I just had a drive-through wedding in Vegas on impulse. Life with Cody? Like LIFE with Cody? I wasn’t about to give him up; of course, I didn’t want to give up Xander, either. And with that thought, a bucket of cold water hit me.

“Well this has been lovely!” my mother exclaimed as she stood up and started to reach for the platter of steaks in the middle of the table. Notably we had not taken a single bite yet.

“No there’s more,” I said, forestalling anything else happening. I needed to get this out or I would get mired in a web of lies like a character in a screwball comedy. I would not be that guy! She stopped, confused, her arm reaching for the steak platter. “Cody is my se—second boyfriend. There’s also Xander.”

Dad’s eyes widened and he started drinking wine again. My mother didn’t quite understand, “You dated another boy without telling us?” she asked.

“No, Mom, I mean … I have two boyfriends. Currently. Cody is the second one.” Mom dropped back into her chair, and dad finished the wine off with a mighty chug. He sighed and belched once, scooted his chair back and sprang to his feet.

He went over to the counter and got the wine bottle and started refilling his glass. “Honey?” he asked. Mom twitched but said nothing. “So. Wow. Son. Allan. Son. My goodness. Maybe we should have had some talks before now. I just figured you had the internet and I was secure assuming you knew I was OK with whatever you needed to talk to me about,” Dad said as he sort of glided across the kitchen floor, his glass in one hand and the bottle in the other; he sat the wine down within Mom’s easy reach.

“This … it just kind of happened … Sir!” Cody said. My dad flinched as he took his seat again. Clearly he was reading a different meaning into “sir” there, or well, maybe he wasn’t misreading. Cody pressed on, stumbling a bit over his words. “I really liked Allan but wasn’t quite sure what my feelings actually meant. I mean, my parents are ah, not OK with this. Like, at all. They’re not like you two,” he said glancing back and forth at my parents gratefully. “They’re kind of crazy, you know, they go to that church that’s in a former bowling alley.” Everyone knew about THAT church. It was one of those super duper level 2 nut-job crazy conservative Christian churches founded by some rando who Had A Calling. My mother growled something that ended in “-ucker” and took another hit of the jumbo wine glass. My mom, like my dad, was normally pretty chill, and I had heard she could be a real Mama Bear but fortunately I had never had to see it. That was coming out now.

“Listen to me Cody, and you too Allan. I’m going to show you respect and talk to you like adults. This is some WEIRD SHIT you have going on with this … is this a throuple? Is that what it’s called these days?” she paused, her speech ever so slightly slurred from the wine.

“I think it’s more of a traditional love triangle, we have to work it out still,” I said cringing a bit inside. “I mean basically what happened is Xander and I started holding hands at school and then Cody was out running and trying to work out his feelings and showed up and then…” My mother sighed, very loudly and put upon.

“Well regardless of that, Allan— Duncan— Oberlin—”

I shuddered inside and possibly gasped, SHE USED ALL THREE NAMES! CODY HELP ME!! I screamed internally. Possibly reading my mind, or maybe just not being stupid, he scooted his chair closer to mine and threw both arms around my shoulders while not breaking line of sight on Mom.

She sighed, annoyed but a little impressed at his defense reaction. “Allan you are going to sort this mess out, whatever it is; I trust you are going to do the best you can because we didn’t raise you to be stupid or inconsiderate of other people. And in the meantime Cody, I want you out of your house. Seriously. If you just came Out because you fell in love with my son I am not going to leave you in that toxic situation you probably have at home. You are over eighteen but still, I don’t want us to hear about you being kidnapped and taken to conversion therapy or something like that. I heard some kid who goes to your parents’ church had that happen to him.” Cody nodded his head vigorously, an appalled realization crossing his face.

“So yes. You are moving in with us for a while. I know it will be hard to live here if Allan doesn’t end up with you for whatever reason, but I do not want to let a nice boy like you stew in a terrible home with parents who go to a church like that. I heard they even sent one kid off as prevention. It would just be for the summer, then you’re off to college, and you need to be around people who aren’t toxic so you can get a grasp on basically everything, especially your sexuality. I assume you have a bunch of athletic scholarships?” she said.

Cody relaxed a little and stopped trying to shield me from mom and sat straighter in his chair, and seeing how he reacted to my parents as authority figures, I was actually learning a lot. “Yeah I hadn’t quite picked a school yet. I had some offers that would help, but no full ride, so I don’t have something lined up yet. I mean I didn’t necessarily want to go just for sports; I mean I love sports, but I like rugby a lot better than football. In the U.S., there isn’t big money in rugby, there aren’t the free rides that a football player would get. At least I didn’t find any. I think I’m good at both sports, but going football scholarship just didn’t feel like the right choice. I really thought if I could get in someplace where they had a decent rugby team and I could get some money to help cover expenses so I wouldn’t have to borrow so much, then that would be good. Then I could get a good degree in something useful and have a nice reliable job in case sports doesn’t work out or I get injured, and I kind of thought…” and at this point he blushed really hard and got the cooked lobster color on his face again. “I kind of thought I could be a fitness model on the side for extra money, and just play casually for fun. I’m going to train seriously regardless, because I love working out, so why not? One of the top models in the world is known for putting himself through school modeling, and that guy has a PhD!” my mother was nodding approvingly. I mean of course she was, she was a physics professor at State.

“Sweetie that’s a real good plan. You just need to get with the right modeling agency because you have a good heart and that is going to shine through and make people notice you on top of being, well,” and she waved at him with the wineglass, the slurring in the speech becoming a little more pronounced, “…hunky.” Dad gave her A Look. Mom sipped wine and shrugged saying “what?” with her eyes. He was a hunk, it was just truth. Dad rolled his eyes and made a suffering sigh. Cody finally cracked and put his head on my shoulder and sniffled.

“You guys are so nice,” he said and took a ragged breath. I think he was about to cry? Possibly? My father swooped in and saved the situation.

“Well hold on there Cody! Not that there’s anything at all with a man crying but if you get choked up now your nose will get plugged up and then you won’t be able to taste this delicious steak! So dig in!” Dad grabbed the plate of baked potato fixings and shoved them at Cody. Meanwhile, mom served him the biggest steak which was, I noticed, already on the side facing him.

Cody sniffed again and sat up, nodding, and wiping his eyes. Everyone grabbed food and dug in. The steak had rested until it was just right. The baked potatoes were done to perfection and had cooled just enough to make them handle-able. Everyone stuffed theirs with sour cream and chives, Cody and I also added shredded cheddar and crumbled bacon. I brought over a forgotten tossed salad languishing in the back of the kitchen. Cody made a happy noise when he saw how much kale was in it; this was the first negative I’d found about him, but my mother was pleased so I let it go.

We dug in and ate with gusto and had put away a fairly large amount of food in no time. My parents continued to drink aggressively. They didn’t get drunk easily, they had to really knock it back to get much of a buzz, less sustain it. I guess they partied really hard back in college to have such a high tolerance. Suddenly, my dad woozily declared “Ok you two I have a rule. Rool. Rule. I have a rule for when you move in here, in together, here. No fucking at night!” He slapped his hand on the table to emphasize the pronouncement. “I cannot stand the thought of hearing you two dudes going at it all night long, plus I really can’t sand that squeaky sound cheap bedframes make! I had a roommate in college who did that shit and whoooaaaa did I disss- dislike it. Oh I’m making drunk noises honey!” he said drunkenly to my Mom. “Just do it after school before we get home and for fuck’s sake don’t screw at school in the bathroom or the locker room or the art room or especially not behind the principal’s desk!”

“Well that was … oddly specific there Dad,” I said. My mother got real busy cleaning up the table. I sighed. “You know, we actually still have to figure something out. You two have knocked back a bottle of wine between you—”

“So far!” my mother slurred in correction from near the sink. “We probably gonna need another bottle to keep this buzz goin’ though,” she pronounced with the aplomb of a PTA mom saying, “Oh, it has raisins!” at someone’s side dish at a potluck.

“Eh sure. But anyway, we need to figure out the plan with moving Cody in. Did you want him to do it tonight? For that matter, he still doesn’t have a shirt even if he puts on the shorts he wore over.”

“What happened to his shirt??” Dad asked, kind of leeringly. “Did you tear it off? DID YOU?” he sort of rose up grinning making a pawing gesture at me which I realized was an attempt to high five me. Oh my God, Dad. No. Just no.

“It just tore when he tried to peel it off himself!” I said icily. “He’s been working out extra lately and it just couldn’t handle it.” Cody just kept shoveling the last of the steak in his mouth with his head somewhat down. We ate in silence for a few minutes more. Dad suddenly slapped the table.

“It’s a sleepover! We’ll call your parents, Cody, and tell them that you’re staying over tonight to study for finals, and then tomorrow we’ll go to your house while they’re at church and get all your stuff in the SUV.” His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. “It’ll be a CAPER. Like Levarrrage!”

“That would be cool! They got into the church in the last couple years and I didn’t, so I normally stay home and they come back and yell at me about Pastor Said This and Pastor Said That. OH, I have a weight bench and weights, and I really need to get that along with the clothes. I don’t have too many personal things though,” Cody said sheepishly.

“Ok two trips but clothes and essentials first. We’ll just park one of our cars in the driveway for a while, that’ll leave one car space for you to have some workout area inside our attached garage. Maybe we can clean out some of the basement for a better spot later. Now, after dinner you two go freshen up the guest room for Cody. It has a full size and that’s just not going to be long enough for Cody, so you two need to pull Aunt Flo’s old queen sized mattress out of the attic and adapt the frame to use it.” My dad stopped and made a face. “Honey I’m losing the buzz already big time.”

My mom’s answer was the sound of a popping cork.

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Much later…

I was laying awake in the guest bedroom with the sounds of spring night slipping in the window, which was open just a crack. I could feel the air temperature had surged up outside again as the humid night air drifted in from it and spread across the pillow like a lover’s breath. The dry, cold air of the house’s central AC was leeching the heat from my body, and normally I would be shivering from that, but Cody was spooning me and the heat from his body felt amazing. The hair from Cody’s furry pecs was pressed into my back, his arms were wrapped around me, the meaty biceps pressed up against my cool, slimmer arms. Cody’s breath was on my neck was as warm as the jet coming in the window, and his stubble was scratching and prickling the skin at the top of my shoulders, almost tickling. The smell of his natural clean musk was intoxicating.

And I was thinking about Xander.

Xander had done things to us that were hard to understand. Addicted us to him, controlled us, actually made Cody start to lose his mind. I was also a tiny bit put off that he had been messing around with Cody on the side; but considering I’d also immediately let Cody use me when he showed up in my room, I couldn’t blame him. And regardless of all that, both Cody and I seemed to be OK for the moment and I just couldn’t bring myself to worry about it. Both guys were insanely hot, and Xander’s control turned me on; but then he would get weirdly sweet in a domineering way. On the other hand, a lot of the feelings I had toward Xander, Cody now seemed to direct at me and that was really intoxicating. And thinking about them both gave me a raging boner. I wanted both of them. I wanted both of them! Maybe even at the same time!

I snuggled back into Cody’s grip, pressing against his chest and soaking in the skin on skin contact of the beautiful man’s huge, muscular body and smiled. I felt good, having made that admission very clearly in my mind. The very few sounds in the night and the dark outside were an enjoyable calm after the wildly uncomfortable dinner, and my cock still was twitching. Dad had asked we not fuck in the house and I wanted to respect that, but I wanted Cody with every fiber of my being right now. But not in the house— ah, wait.

Spurred on by a thought, I blew into Cody’s elbow bend, and then lightly licked the bit of forearm I could just reach by straining my neck. An abrupt gasp coupled with a burst of warm breath on my neck told me I’d managed to gently awaken him.

Cody squeezed tighter and released, snuggled closer with his lips by my ear. He whispered, “You called?”

I whispered back, “I have an idea. It got warm again. Let’s go outside.”

“What? What time is it?”

“Around three, I think,” I replied. “Let me show you my secret place.” I gently tried to break out of Cody’s grasp. Cody made an “mmmmm” sound and let go only begrudgingly after I pulled for a few seconds. I slid off the bed and turned to my lover. “Be right back,” I whispered and then let myself out into the hallway without turning on any lights. There was enough illumination from a thin slice of moonlight that came under a shade in the middle window of the hallway for me to navigate the way back to my room. It felt weird walking down the hallway completely naked, but also kind of invigorating. I slipped into my room and grabbed the good lube out of my nightstand, and an old throw blanket from under the bed. I quietly padded back down the hall to the guest room where Cody was sitting up in bed, his pale body standing in stark relief in the faint light bouncing from the wooden hallway floor into the room. I tip-toed close and bent to whisper into the space above Cody’s shoulder. “Come on.” Cody sort of flowed to his feet; despite his bulky muscle, he could be sinuous in his movements when he wanted. Of course I knew that already from the amazing job of fucking he’d done earlier.

Taking Cody’s right wrist in my left hand and holding the blanket and lube under my right arm, I lead Cody out into the hallway. Cody seemed a little hesitant as we stepped out into the cool air and quietly padded down to the end where the stairs were. I lead the way through the back of the house and out the back door, exiting the small laundry room nestled beside the kitchen. The door didn’t get used much, as the house backed up against a hillside, but building code required it as a fire exit.

We emerged next to the air conditioner which was running quietly. There were only about four yards behind the house before the hillside’s steep cliff face stopped our scrap of back yard. Part of the hillside had actually had to be excavated to squeeze this house into the subdivision, and while there was a little more room to the right, it got closer on the left by the garage. It was actually tricky getting the lawn mower around that back corner. But, there was also a natural notch in the hillside right behind the garage that formed a sort of small cove about 3 yards deep with a steeply sloping hill instead of a cliff. It was completely cut off from all sight lines.

“Nobody can hear us here,” I said to Cody in a loud whisper. Above us there was just a narrow gap of sky between the hill line and the house, with stars shining against the dark silver-gray firmament. “This is where I usually come to masturbate in the summer, just laying here against the slope and looking up at the sky, or sometimes I lay closer to the building where the ground’s flat. It’s my literal shelter place from everything. I wanted to bring you here.”

Cody reached out and pulled me against his chest from behind, kissing my neck and then using his extra long tongue to flick my earlobe and trace a line along the back of his neck. The air was quite warm and heavy with the moisture it had lifted out of the ground. The grass was outright wet with the night’s dew. I turned in Cody’s grasp and tossed the blanket and lube to the side. I put both hands on Cody’s shield-like pecs and slowly traced the symmetrical swirls of hair decorating them. Cody hissed quietly. I strained and could almost see the color of his chest hair, the night was so bright and silvery. I could see Cody’s pendulous cock had sprung to partial attention and his eyes were half-lidded with ecstasy as I moved my hands to his nipples and gently teased them. Cody’s mouth involuntarily dropped further open as his eyes closed and he gasped. His arms reached up and gently massaged my bare shoulders. “What do you want to do,” Cody whispered.

“Let’s spread out the blanket and make love. We’re not in the house out here,” I breathed out. “I want… I want to top you, Cody. Now. Here. In my special place.” Cody wobbled but managed to let go and grab part of the blanket. We silently spread it out on one of the flatter patches of ground. I thought Cody laying flat would be best for my efforts, so we got down and I lay atop him.

“I think I should confess some things,” I said first, feeling his warmth beneath me. He wrapped his arms around me and I tucked my head against his upper chest and throat. “I have thought about you for SO LONG. I used to fantasize about a boyfriend and the guy I wanted the most but was afraid to even think about was you. I only ever let myself fantasize about you a couple times. It hurt so much because I was sure you weren’t interested in me that way. But holy shit, were those good orgasms when I did let myself pretend.” Cody gently kissed the top of my head and caressed my shoulders as best he could while holding me tight. “But I have to tell you, I have feelings for Xander too. This is wonderful, but it’s really sudden. It’s confusing because suddenly something I never thought would happen has happened, but there’s also this dangerous thrilling thing going on too.”

“I think I understand. I didn’t feel this way last year, Allan,” he replied. “I didn’t feel this way last month. It’s like I leapt over a chasm, and now I’m somewhere things work differently. I feel like I am burning inside, like I’m on fire. My body is giving me sensations I never had before. I feel like one of those lanterns that they light a candle in and send up into the sky. Like my body is the hot air balloon, and there’s a candle about where my heart is, and it’s giving out so much heat that I feel like I could lift off the ground. And it’s how I feel about you. Not Xander, just you. The sex with Xander is hot. I don’t understand why it turns me on so much when he uses me and talks dirty to me, and I know I’m still craving that. But I am so happy to be here right now my head feels like it could explode. I remember how I used to feel about you so clearly. I was interested in you, fascinated even. You were so nice, and I had the idea you liked some of the same things I did, I just kept trying to pay attention to you and find out about you. But it was like my brain was stuck in a circle, I didn’t want to just be regular friends, but what did I want? It was like my brain kept throwing up an ‘error, file not found’ message over and over. I don’t understand still.” Cody paused and took a deep breath and held me tighter, and I think he was actually reveling in my weight on him.

“After Xander started playing with my brain I suddenly started thinking things that were so different. Like even Steve. I looked at him and thought stuff like ‘no wonder Steve was always saying we should jack off together, he’s very male in a way I want to be closer to’ and then I realized that I thought Steve was actually hot. I felt weird and dirty. Steve? Like a brother, but also sort of not? And I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with him; but I was excited, I wanted to do something intimate with him. But mostly, I was just thinking of Xander, over and over, like a song stuck in my head. What he did to me. How he used me. It made me feel so alive, even though I felt like I was fading at the same time; and I didn’t care at first. Then it wasn’t that my will was fading my consciousness was, especially when he wasn’t there taking the place of my missing will. Then I passed by you in the hall, and I felt like a vibe, or scent, or something coming off you. It snapped me a little bit out of that fog. It also suddenly hit me when I saw you: ‘I like him. Oh, Sex! We could do sex! Of course!’ When I really started to mentally bottom out yesterday and came over here, when I saw you laying on your bed and looking a little vulnerable and yes, scared, I realize you felt a little scared when I barged in your bedroom… honestly I felt like I was the big bad wolf and I could eat you alive. It was like I suddenly said to myself ‘Oh! I get it! I like this guy, a lot!’ and now that I’ve fucked you I’m like … ‘shit, no, I love this guy.’ I mean,” Cody paused, grunting with the suddenness of it slipping out. “I love you. Oh God just saying it is practically giving me a pleasure spike that could blind me. Ugh,” Cody moaned and beneath me I could feel his cock had sprung completely to attention and was rock hard.

I squeezed Cody tightly, “Shhh take it a little easy. Don’t have an aneurysm on me!” Cody chuckled as I ran my hand across his chest fuzz and onto the side, moving toward his pit. He lifted his arm briefly, but it was a trick; and as I reached around for his back, he playfully trapped my hand between his bicep and chest and giggled.

“So, I have an idea about what happened today, but I’m not sure,” I said. “Xander has been hanging out with me a lot since he first started fucking me. He said he needed to be near me a lot so I could properly imprint on him or something like that. He almost always eats lunch with me since we both have the ‘A’ lunch period but no shared classes. There’s something to do with us being close, maybe touching, that helps us connect. And it’s weird, I would have guessed my main fantasy was just to be pinned down and fucked at your mercy like we did earlier but now I’m just bursting with sort of excitement. I want to experience you in all the ways and now I almost want to act like Xander did to me, but on to you. Like, if I ask you to get on your knees and suck my cock because I want you to—” Cody hissed and gulped.

“Oh that turns me on. So much. I mean, anything like that just feels good. I flush. My nipples harden. I feel a chill down the back of my neck. I want to do it. It will feel good. I will be rewarded, I just know. I want to be your toy. I can play dominant, but really I want to submit to you. I want to be useful to you.”

“Interesting,” I said. “I think Xander has started affecting me physically somehow too. I think my pre-cum is getting a weird slick feel to it, kind of like his has. Whatever is in his pre-cum that makes people dopey, maybe I’m making a little bit of it now too, enough to satisfy the craving?”

“Maybe,” Cody said, releasing my trapped arm and pulling me into a deep hug. “But it felt different than when Xander feeds me his dick. It was more like a counter-agent that felt good in a different way. And my mind is so much clearer. To be honest, I’m thinking it will be amazing if Xander dumbs me down by fucking me and then you reverse it afterwards.” Cody’s eyes widened and his mouth opened and he looked needy. The surge of excitement in me was unmistakable but more than that, I wanted to give Cody what he needed.

“But Cody, you know, I feel really bad because where you’re at right now is not actually a place you chose. Even if you are feeling good and enjoying the sex—”

“and the snuggles. The snuggles are great. I want to sleep spooning you every day,” he interjected with a sexy growl. “I really did feel like I was almost recharging holding on to you,” he said. “I just want to make you feel so good Allan, whether it means fucking you like a beast for hours or just being curled up at your feet.”

I fought through a new surge of lust. “OK. Yeah, the snuggles are awesome,” I agreed. “And I think especially right now you’re craving them. Because like I said, Xander said something about him needing to be near me right after he bonded me or whatever. If you didn’t get that from him, somehow I’m able to be that for you I think. We need to be close, and the more we are, the better it is for you, somehow.” Huh, it was convenient my mother wanted to move him in.

“My dick will always be convenient,” Cody smirked, “as will my tongue, my muscles, or anything else you need.”

“It’s like you’re trying to distract me at this point! But anyway. let me power through this. Cody I feel kind of guilty about it, but the whole thing where you’re saying you’re literally mine?” I paused and the gravity of it filled my voice. “I am so fucking happy about that. I like you so much and I’m falling for you right now, so fast, so hard, so deep. But I— I feel like I should hold up my end of the deal. At least once. I feel like I want to top you, your muscle ass is so fine, and I want you know I really mean it. If you’ve given yourself to me, I’m accepting you, cherishing you, loving you as best I can…”

Cody stretched under me, shifting positions a little and wrapping his legs around mine while rubbing my shoulders. “Allan, you have a more wicked streak than I thought you did,” he said with a grin. “I’m totally ready to be your slutty muscle boy. Use me, you wicked nerd!”

“Let go of me and roll over,” I tried to growl in a whisper. It probably just sounded hoarse, but we untangled from each other and Cody rolled over, laying flat but with his butt flexed up in the air a bit, his head resting on his folded arms.

My God his ass! I hauled off and slapped his right butt cheek really hard. As hard as I could. He hissed but it didn’t sound like he was in pain, just turned on. On the other hand, my hand stung. Literally his ass was so muscular I either hadn’t hit it on the padded part or I just slapped a rock hard tush. I slapped his left cheek and got it better. I felt the slight jiggle atop the firm muscle below. “Uh you are quite a toy, muscle boy,” I whispered. Fuck, it was hard to stay focused I really wanted to be the one on the bottom quite a bit. On the other hand, his back was like sculpture and the more I looked at his ass the more I felt like I wanted to be the one opening him up. I assumed that what he did to me earlier was something he liked, so I scooted back a bit, grabbed his right leg and lifted it up and started licking him all the way from his ankle bone to his knee, then I set his leg back down and came up the length of his thigh, kissing and sucking his right butt check before my own lust pulled me to simply dive into his ass crack and start tonguing him. I held on to the side of his hips and felt his muscular legs under my arms as I ate him out for all I was worth. In fact I almost felt some of the wild, uninhibited lust I normally felt around Xander kicking in.

“Aaahh,” he groaned happily, arching his back and crouching a bit which lifted his meaty thighs up a little and let me get into his ass better; it also had the benefit of freeing his cock which had been pinned under him before. I held on to his waist with my left hand but reached under him with my right and cupped his balls and gently massaged the base of his dick. His dick was so big, so warm in my hand. I couldn’t actually wrap my hand around it. What a fucking stud. And that thing had been in me. It was almost enough to make me feel inadequate, but on the other hand my own average cock was so hard it was almost feeling pinched. I went in as hard as I could with my tongue, every inhibition simply cast aside with the burning desire to make him feel good, and also to prove to myself I could do this.

“Oh geeze Allan you are like a fucking champ at this, my ass is tingling, you feel so good doing this!” Tingling, I thought? Xander’s saliva and precum both sort of made my ass tingle and open up. Another reason to suspect that Xander was somehow changing me to be like him, instead of changing me to be like Cody. That thought scared me, but it also sort of excited me. It felt like being hunted by a vampire but once the vampire catches you he says, “Oh no, you’re not lunch. I’m lonely and want a boyfriend. Let’s be vampires together!” That would actually make a weird kind of sense except Xander had all but said the exact opposite: that he wanted me to last a while, like he was feeding on me and knew I had an expiration. He’d actually been kind of solicitous about how I was feeling before he left for a couple days on the school trip to Cedar Point. And as I regained my focus, I realized Cody was nearly purring at this point. I pulled off his asshole and smooched his left butt check. I play-gnawed at it a few times too which made him chuckle.

“Flip over, my good muscle boy,” I growled. “I want to see your face when I enter you.” Cody complied, carefully disentangling his legs from me, and rolling over on the blanket. It took a few moments to get in a good position.

“Maybe we should have done this indoors if you really want to see,” he said with concern shot through with a tone of urgency that said ‘no actually lets just keep going right here.’ I didn’t see what the problem was anyway; the starlight was plenty bright.

“You’re the first guy I’ve ever fucked Cody. You realize that right? This is like part of my virginity that I’m giving to you. Xander fucked me first and took that for himself, but I’m giving you my top virginity. Er, is that a thing? Well, I think it’s special and I want you to have it. I’m probably going to be clumsy as Hell, and honestly in all the times I thought about having sex, never once did being the top enter my mind. But then, all this happened between us and honestly … your ass drives me wild, so get those legs up, Boy, I’m going to be a top for you.”

“Yes, Sir!” he exclaimed and obediently lifted his beefy legs up and grabbed them with his hands behind the knee to hold himself in the best position he could. If there had been a pillow to help prop him up it would have been better but I was determined to do my best. The size difference between us was actually working against me here. Thinking quickly, I grabbed the edge of the blanket and started rolling it up to make a wedge under his butt and lower back. I’d be getting grass stains on my knees, but so what?

I lubed up a finger and started massaging his hole. My rimming had already loosened him up but I really wanted to get this right. He sighed contentedly and I thought I felt his body shiver. He opened easily, almost hungrily as I gently probed. Index finger. Thumb. Gently working his hole. Index finger, left hand index finger at the same time, with gentle parting pressure. Cody made weird moaning sounds as he felt the two fingers gently tease him more open.

“Are you sure this is your first time, you feel like you know what you’re doing!” he sort of yelped. “Like fuck! I’m really turned on by this Allan, like really!”

“Xander has honestly been extremely instructive,” I chuckled and got more lube and massaged it in to his asscrack and hole; I didn’t know how much I needed and I wasn’t taking any chances. I stood up on one knee and grabbed my hard cock, slathering more lube all over it. “Are you ready?” I asked him.

“Oh Allan, please please do this, oh my God I need your cock in me, I need it, need it, need it. I want it so bad I’m almost shaking,” he moaned. I angled myself up and took a deep breath. I was so hard now my dick almost hurt, and I was still a little scared. Scared of hurting him, physically, or emotionally? Scared of not being good enough for him? Scared I would be bad? Scared I would like this too much? But his dick, oh his thick muscular dick was just flapping in the air stiff and angry and his hole was so ready. So I put the tip of my cock on his hole and it felt like a key touching a lock. “Oh yes, Allan please, please, please give it to me, your loving muscle slut wants you, I want you, I want you so bad, so bad…” he begged, and with a gulp I started to press forward and my dick entered the warm dark flesh with almost no resistance. It felt so amazing and tight, and then I stopped because I felt resistance. It was like a vice grabbing me, his anus spasming and squeezing and releasing, and I tried to move just a little more, and Cody made the quietest hiss, and murmured “You’re in me.”

I paused for a few seconds, it felt like a shock went through me. My tip had entered another man, had entered Cody. I took a deep breath and kept pushing, so slowly. “Allan, please just stop torturing me! You’re entering me like a quarter inch at a time and I NEED YOU!” he growled. And then I felt a surge of lust through me. My cock, which had started to soften slightly with my anxiety and hesitation, surged and grew thick and solid and I bore forward; trusting the massive lubing and my own average size would protect him. I drove myself home, buried to the base.

Cody made a strangled noise like a gasp of pain and pleasure at once. “OH you hit the spot you landed right there as you piledrove me,” his legs twitched in the air a little and his upper body trembled with the strain of keeping his torso and legs in the air. I drew back and rocked forward again, shocked at the pleasure of his ass grabbing my dick like a soft but firm fist. “Oh shit! you are hitting the good spot, it’s like your dick is made ~ for ~ uhhhh ~ me…” he gasped as I started to pump in and out of him. Hesitantly at first, but slowly I picked up speed as Cody muttered more encouraging things to me. Some things were words, some things were groans, and sometimes he made desperate cries that made me insane. My hips weren’t the muscular pistons his were, so I was actually moving much of my upper body back and forth. It felt clumsy, but he was enjoying it.

With my balance seemingly stable, I grabbed his cock in my lube-covered right hand and started to slowly work the shaft. I played with the tip and massaged the head more than I stroked the shaft but every so often I would slow my thrusts into him and give him a firm stroke up his shaft at the same time. Cody muttered a lot of encouragement. Apparently I was doing it right. He suddenly gasped and I felt a muscular contraction in his cock. “OH! Allan I’m going to—” he started to yelp.

“Do not come! How dare you come without permission!” I snarled out of instinct. Cody yelped like he’d been slapped.

“No no noooo,” he squealed. “Oh shit my body just … my dick just locked itself up when you said that! It was starting and it just stopped! Oh that hurt! Allan let me come!”

“No Cody, you come only when I give you permission to come—well, just now, tonight anyway,” I said. “I’m not ready yet. You don’t get to come until I do, and then we come together.” I still had my hand on his dick and I could feel it. I could feel the spam stopped and his cock was almost vibrating with the pressure. I wasn’t stroking him but I wonder how sensitive the tip was? I gently massaged it and he almost screamed.

“Oh please please please Allan come soon this is torture please please please,” he babbled.

“Who owns you Cody?” I said cruelly, feeling the power.

“You do!” he yelped.

“Who owns your cock Cody?”

“Oh shit you do Allan but please oh God it’s like a garden hose that’s been pinched!” Ugh that did actually sound like it might be an injury in the happening with the pressure I could feel building up. But fortunately I was well along, excited and suddenly feeling wildly sadistic. Just for a moment. Knowing this huge hunk was mine. MINE.

“On three you may come! One—two—three!” I said. I wasn’t actually quite there but I didn’t want to actually torture him anymore. But when his cock heaved in my hand and erupted in a fountain of jizz it was so hot I felt myself shoot as well. He shot rope after rope of thick creamy cum into the air, some hitting my face, some raining down on his abs. His body flexed, his legs shot straight out, every muscle flexed, his abs crunched, his toes curled, he pumped with everything he had, rope after rope! I think he pumped out cum in five major spurts. He collapsed back on the ground gasping, his chest heaving while my own rapidly deflating cock was almost crushed by the rectal spasms that sought to trap it there. With some effort I pulled out of him, panting with similar exertion. I had just started thinking of licking up some of that cum splashed all over his hairy chest when suddenly he lunged and I was flat on my back on the ground and he was on top of me. His lips was pressed to mine with his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, and he was kissing me with crushing force. His long, muscular tongue freely exploring my mouth and dancing against my own. It was an epic French kiss, and it went on so long I had to tap his arm like a pinned wrestler to get him to let me get a breath.

“You fucking magnificent bastard, I really actually didn’t think you had it in you,” he said in an amazed voice. “I was playing along to some extent and getting off on it, but then you just took control over my body. I’m totally your bitch, but I’m going to definitely get you back for that some day,” he chuckled. “Oh my God that felt so good, oh my God I hope you feel that good when I fuck you,” he babbled as he rolled off me and lay on the grass beside me. I rolled over and kissed him briefly and then licked down the length of his body to suck up the few cum drops that were clinging to his chest hair; half of it was smeared on my smooth chest already. Then I took the tip of his cock in my mouth and very gently, so as to not cause him pain from the post-ejeculatory sensitivity of it, sucked the last bit of cum out of him and washed it clean. Then I flopped back beside him and looked up at the sky. It was all so beautiful. He propped himself up his elbow and started exploring my chest with one rough hand and moved to give me another kiss and as he came closer to my face again his expression started to freeze and fill with dismay.

“Allan—what’s wrong with your eyes?” he said with worry.

“Nothing’s wrong with my eyes,” I replied in confusion.

“No, they, they don’t look normal,” Cody said, concern increasing on his face. He bent over me and got very close to my eyes, just inches away. “It’s so hard to tell in this pitch darkness, but there’s like, silver rings in them. They almost look lit up.”

“It’s not that dark,” I said, trying to regain a sense of normalcy. Cody’s expression changed to incomprehension.

“What are you taking about? It’s pitch dark. We’ve been out here for a while and I can barely see your skin against the ground and you’re pretty pale! I can’t see your face really. But your eyes—the irises are, the more I look at them, actually lit. Like there’s a tiny filament thinner than a strand of hair ringing the outside of them, and I think, maybe, your pupils are dilated, almost completely.

“Cody I can see your face. There’s so many stars out it’s like a full moon,” I protested. “I can sort of make out the red color of your chest hair.” Cody’s jaw completely dropped and he looked up.

“No Allen. It is completely black out here. Completely. There’s like a hint of a few stars.” Cody lowered himself atop me again, wrapping me in his hot muscles and furry chest while my mind reeled. “Maybe this is like my tongue, a little quirky side effect of whatever Xander did? Low light vision, good for finding your guy in the dark?” he suggested.

My mind was doing some flips and I felt like a bunch of pieces of a broken mirror were dropped on a table and someone told me, “Well that’s your puzzle, now put them together.” But mirror shards, unlike jigsaw pieces, can cut you.

“Well let me think about this. I’ve always had really good night vision,” I said. “In fact it’s easier for me to navigate the house when it’s fully dark in the middle of the night than when it’s just late. So this isn’t anything new from Xander, it’s something I had already.” Cody made a surprised hunh.

“Anything else odd you can think of?” he asked as he caressed my body with his strong, rough hands. I was not panicking but I was suddenly feeling like the ground had crumbled under me but I was floating. I could tell he was really concerned and that made me feel wonderful.

“Define odd? I mean I think I’m a pretty normal guy. I’m healthy, I’ve never had a major injury. Actually I hardly ever get sick and if I do it passes super fast—”

“Wait what? That’s ‘odd,’ talk about that,” Cody said, suddenly alert and focused like a team captain.

“I don’t think it’s weird. I have caught flu once or twice in my life, but not since puberty. I caught strep once, but it was a super mild case and it was gone by the end of the day. I pretty much never catch colds, but sometimes I can be bothered by allergies if the pollen is intense or sudden. I didn’t get the school bout of mono in third grade, though my throat hurt for one day. But the test was actually negative so it was probably just something I swallowed funny. One time when I was in grade school we went to the beach and there was a stand of poison ivy beside the parking lot and I ran through it and it didn’t affect me, but some people just aren’t bothered by that.”

“What about injuries? Cuts, bruises, broken limbs, stubbed toes?” Cody recounted.

“Hmm, nope none of that,” I said.

“Sunburn?”

“No?” I said.

“Shaving cut?” Cody asked, growing more mystified.

“You mean like when you feel like you got a paper cut from the razor when you hold it at a weird angle?” I said.

“Yeah, and they always sting and bleed an annoying amount for 2-3 minutes,” Cody said matter-of-factly.

“What are you talking about?” I asked him. “Tiny cuts like that close up right away!” My heart was in my throat. Suddenly everything felt really weird.

“No, Allan, they don’t,” said Cody in a cold, flat voice. “A really sharp cut like a paper cut, you might not see that the skin has been cut at first but the cell damage is there and after a little while it feels like a tiny little flake of hardness buried in the skin while the damage heals. Sometimes it’ll feel like the skin is ejecting a tiny bit of scar tissue as you heal, but never, never, does the skin instantly knit itself back together.”

“What the Hell,” I said lying back on the ground, stunned. Cody wordlessly snuggled me. Cody prodded me with some more questions and we confirmed that not only did my eyes seem to be at near 100% dilation, I told him that if it was pitch dark and a light came back on, my eyes only hurt for a second and my sight returned to normal. Eventually we went back into the house, me leading him through the pitch darkness that was clear illumination to me. We climbed back into bed and Cody fell asleep holding me.

I was glad he was holding me because by that point I was scared.

After a long time Cody spoke. I thought he was asleep by then. “I’ll protect you Allan. Is that OK?” he asked.

“Yes Cody,” I said quietly. “Please protect me.”

“I’ll protect you no matter what then, right?”

“Yeah,” I whispered, my eyes closed trying to stop the thoughts in my mind from careening around like a crazy pinball.

“Then,” he said triumphantly, “if I have to, I’ll protect you against Xander. Because I’m yours. Not his.”

Protect me against Xander, I wondered? Would that need to happen? Cody sighed happily, and snuggled closer to me. I lay awake until the pre-dawn light started to lighten the window, and then I drifted off.

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Coming soon: Chapter 5 of Mysterious Boyfriend X, featuring the return of the titular character, Xander! Finally all three guys will be together for the first time!