The Tale Of Tainted Boys

About 4 years ago, I met a boy...his name was Cody--Thomas Cody, if you must know. He was the most energetic and charismatic person I've ever met, to date. At that time, he had beautifully long, blond, flowing hair and one of the most attractively and boyish faces. Those of you who've had the pleasure of meeting Cody, know exactly what I'm talking about. It was only 4 years ago when I met him, but it seems like it's been forever.

I was standing on the balcony with Julio at the Barnegat Motel, and he walked by and I remember thinking "Damn. I wanna know him." I yelled to him "Your brothers...they went that way!" He looked at me, confused, and yelled back, "What?!" Walking down the stairs to get closer to him, I said again, "Your brothers went that way..." and I pointed, "...Maggie was chasing them in her van--they ran that way."

He smiled at me and said, "Thank you." And there was something in that smile, something in his eyes and the way that he said it, that told me I was going to be seeing a lot more of Thomas Cody. I watched him from behind as he ran off in search of his brothers.

Cody’s older brothers, Chris and Robbie were nowhere near as attractive or personable as Cody, and they can never hope to be. However, they did have the same happy-go-lucky outlook on life. I quickly found out that Robbie, the oldest of the boys, didn't actually reside with the rest of his family, he actually lived about 3 minutes away, around the corner, with some man named Jim. Even then, I thought all of this was pretty strange, but as the months progressed, I would find out that strange didn't even begin to describe the situations surrounding this family--the situations surrounding Jim.

It wasn't long before me and Cody became friends, really close friends. Eventually we were so close, we were finishing each other's sentences. Not only did I become friends with Cody, but I also started to associate with his brother Chris, his younger sister, Angel, and occasionally older brother, Robbie. We began to hangout all the time, for hours on end, everyday. We'd all play games with each other, we'd eat with each other, and soon enough, we slept with each other. Well...we had sleepovers, that is.

Now it must be said, that throughout the entire first few months of knowing this family, it became very apparent to me that Chris seemed heavily interested in me--as more than a friend. Even at that point in my life, I was classifying myself as bisexual and having enough experience with both genders sexually, I was certain that Chris had somewhat of a "crush" on me. It wasn't only obvious to me because before long, even Cody had picked up on it. Though it was never mentioned, it was distinctly clear that Cody knew. That's about the same time when things got interesting.

You see, though Chris was indirectly open about his feelings for me, using subtle eye contact and strategic touching, Cody also had a bit of an interest in me--a big interest in me, but he was much more discreet about it. Cody was classy and he had a style. This is what had attracted me to him to begin with.

Cody was the youngest of the boys, yet he portrayed the most knowledge. He had the most common sense and when it came to book smarts, he sadly even eclipsed his thirty-eight year old mother. Cody was the epitome of grace, kindness, intelligence and humanity and he was the ONLY one I was ever interested in. Of course, Cody didn't know that and thus, a bit of a competition between he and Chris began to win my heart. (I still, to this day, don’t understand what they saw in me.)

One particular night, we had a dual family sleep over at my house: me and my siblings and Cody and his (excluding Robbie). My mom was working a night shift (as she normally did) and she was gone at 11PM. The night went off much as any of the other nights. At one point, we found ourselves all huddled around my computer playing one of the latest computer games, "The Sims". We were all joking and laughing, but as usual Chris, who was fast becoming the outcast of the group, was being his annoying self.

He kept yelling and acting like a rabid animal. This is one example that gives validity to Cody being the most mature. Chris kept up, pushing me to my breaking point. After he had jumped off a bed slamming hard on the floor I screamed, "Chris, do that one more time and I'm going to take you into the closet!" Looking back on it, now knowing what I know, it doesn't surprise me at all that that didn't do much to avert Chris' actions. In his head, I'm sure he thought my statement was some sort of sexual advance.

In his defense, I didn't even know myself what kind of punishment I was planning to inflict. Secondly, why was it necessary for it to be done in the closet? Well needless to say, Chris climbed up on the bed and once again slammed down on the floor. I grabbed him at the waist and said, “What did I just tell you?!” And with that I pulled him towards the closet, which I must add, was located right next to the computer area. As we entered the closet, I got a bit of eye contact from Cody. I'll say, he looked less than pleased.

So here I am, in a closet for reasons unknown, with Cody's brother. A question finally appeared in my head: What the hell am I doing? Well once in the closet, which was only about 3x5 feet, Chris looked at me (even though it was dark, I could feel his eyes) and he said "So...now whatta ya gonna do to me." For the first time in my life, I was pretty much speechless, but after a second or two, I responded, "I really don't know, Chris." I added a chuckle to lighten the very awkward mood, but I really didn't know. We sat there for at least a minute in silence, the only sounds coming from the commotion just outside the door.

And then, I felt it. Chris, in complete silence, had made his way over to where I had been sitting on a box or whatever random thing my mother had stored in this closet, and was now...unzipping my jeans...I'm not going into detail as to what happened soon after that. I will tell you that we were out of that closet about 3 minutes later, so it didn't last very long. Once we went back outside to join everyone else, surprisingly, Chris was much more mellow. Apparently, my body fluids can act as a sedative! :-)

Instead of a desk chair, we had a rather large vanity stool for the purpose of using the computer and Cody was sitting there at the desk. I went over to join him, sitting down next to him. He turned to me, and somewhat whispering asked, "So, what'd you do in the closet?" So I looked him in the eyes and with complete confidence said, "Nothing really. Nothing at all." And then I smiled. He kept his eye contact with me for a moment, not expressing any emotions and then we both went back to playing "The Sims".

The sleepover "party" went back to how it was before the closet incident. Over time, Cody and me had grown tired of "The Sims" and had re-positioned ourselves across the room, on the bed. Our sisters were now at the PC. Many more minutes went by and somehow, we found ourselves standing behind them watching their computer play. Chris was also standing nearby. He seemed more interested in watching Cody and I, however. I'm pretty sure Cody noticed this as well and after about two more minutes, he put his hand on my shoulder and whispered in my ear, "Let's go into the closet." With that he took his hand off my shoulder, grabbed onto mine, and "pulled" me into the closet. No one else seemed to notice, except maybe Chris.

Once again, I found myself in this closet (like a popular R&B artist.) but this time, I was with the person who mattered. As he pulled the door closed, we both became silent. Unlike the earlier events with Chris, I sat down right beside Cody. We sat there in silence, just as had happened with Chris and then I finally said, "So...what did you bring me in here for?...What do you wanna do?" I felt Cody look at me as he said, "Come here." Now, I was sitting right next to him, I couldn't possibly get too much closer. But soon enough, I was about two centimeters from his face. We stayed like that in silence, for what seemed like another five minutes, but in reality was probably only a few seconds.

I finally decided if something was going to happen, one of us had to make a move, it might as well be me. I moved closer to his face and my lips made contact with his skin. As I said, it was very dark in the closet and apparently, him and I weren't as lined up as I had assumed. When my lips brushed his skin, it was pretty obvious that I was kissing his nose. Cody must have thought this was too funny to pass up because, as soon as contact was made, he giggled and said, "Uh...you like kissing my nose?! ha..."

I moved back, repositioned myself, I responded with "Shut up," and as Cody grabbed the doorknob to prevent anyone from opening the door, I kissed him again, this time, on his lips.

I'm gonna have to take a moment to talk about his mouth. You see, Cody has these lips that are very unique. His bottom lip is really plump and full, but still small enough to fit his face and it has a subtle cleft right in the middle of it. Actually, all of Cody's face from his nose down has a cleft in it. His chin has a cute, little, dimple of a groove that leads up into a nicely defined jaw. This proceeds into that beautiful bottom lip and then up into his upper lip. His upper lip is a perfect complement to the rest of his mouth. It recedes down to his bottom lip in a slight 'v' taper. Inside of those lips, he has a tiny little tongue. It's attached to his jaw in such a way, that it defies leaving his mouth when he sticks it out. His tongue also has the scarce appearance of a cleft and it always looks shiny like a freshly polished, tile floor. It is because of all of this, that I soon after, nicknamed Cody, "Lips."

Cody's kissing was, and still is amazing. It wasn't long before we had opened our mouths and were full on, French kissing. Cody kissed me like no one else had ever kissed me and still to this day, he's the best kisser I've ever known. He knows that--and I know that. He has this different, creative technique where he sucks and blows and chews and licks and caresses every part of the inside of your mouth. He does it in such a manner, that I definitely thought that all the sucking he was doing, was going to suck the air right out of my lungs. If you haven't had the pleasure of kissing Cody, I recommend you do that at least once in your life. He'll completely change everything you think you know about the basic kiss.

We kissed for a really long time. We kissed for five minutes non-stop. We kissed like we'd never breathe again. There was no urge to fondle each other. We didn't feel the need to try and rip each other's clothes off. We just kissed. The sexual attraction we had was evident, but this moment was all about that kiss. When we finally broke our hold, Cody stated, matter-of-factly, "That's enough for now." And out of breath I nodded, "...Uh huh..." He loosened his grip on the doorknob, where his hand had remained the entire time, and after we took a short second to compose ourselves, (and adjust our privates!) he opened the door. Overall, seven minutes had passed.

Just outside the door, everything was exactly how we left it. Cody shot Chris a quick glare that I felt, but couldn't see. However, I gathered from Chris' facial expression that Cody had just told him, without using words, "He's fuckin' MINE!" Chris didn't seem to be at all disappointed. He went back to watching our sisters play their computer game. That night Cody slept right next to me, in my bed. I won't disclose the details of what happened in the early morning hours, but in the next few months, Cody and I would share in every sexual element that any two people can experience together. In those next few months, those dual family sleep overs turned into only Cody sleeping over.

Eventually, Cody practically was living with me. He went with my family and me every where. He ate with my family, he went on trips with my family, he went shopping with my family, he and my mom would even side with each other against me in arguments. He rarely went home and when he did, it was only to pick up clothes to come back to my house. We no longer asked permission for him to stay over; it was just understood amongst everyone. Cody was like my teenage husband and we were in a teenage marriage. And one day I woke up and Cody was gone.

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