Discovering A Mute Boy
Chapter 19
Doing Right By Cody
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EXCERPT FROM A TIME OF GRIEVING
To my surprise, later on I found out that the Martinson’s had decided to leave Marty buried here by us. They couldn’t afford to have his body transported back and when my grandfather offered to pay for everything saying it was the right thing to do, they kindly declined saying they couldn’t accept that kind of money and were simply grateful to know in the end their son had found someone who cared about him. Of course the death had hit them hard too, but it was something they had gotten used to over the years with not knowing what had become of their oldest son. At least now they could move on with their lives even though there most assuredly was a hole left behind for them as well from this tragedy.
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DOING RIGHT BY CODY
Going back to school had been tough for me, but I did my best to muddle through the days and weeks. For the most part I walked through the hallways and sat quietly in the classrooms in a hazy kind of state, never participating much even the few times when one of my teachers would call on me for an answer to a question. I’d just sit there looking off into empty space ignoring them. It wasn’t anything personal against my teachers, or anyone else for that matter; instead, I had simply blocked anything and everyone out.
We were in the home stretch now with summer vacation knocking on the door as I walked through the hallway making my way to the small reclusive alcove for lunch with Joey. For the most part I was quiet and reserved; not much good company to any of my friends. When I first went back to school most of the kids left me alone not asking much about what happened, but of course rumors were flying wild as they always did in these situations. After a while some of the kids tried to chat with me asking about what happened, but they left sorely disappointed because I never said much. I tried to be polite when I could, but the grief and anger I felt always threatened to be unleashed.
Sometimes I’d feel so hurt inside and begin to cry for no real reason whatsoever. Most of the time I could keep it hidden, but sometimes the smallest of things would set me off and the kids in school would stare at me awkwardly while I tried to control my sobbing and wipe away the tears. The one thing I tried to keep buried deep was my anger. It was directed more towards my failure, but it always threatened to lash out at others so I kept a firm lid on it.
The short visit I had with Tommy that one night had helped a lot I suppose, but it still didn’t make the pain and anger go away completely. It was always there just beneath the surface and I struggled with it every waking moment. I suppose in many ways it is why I withdrew from most everyone, the only real company my own thoughts.
Tossing my lunch bag on the table I sat down across from Joey who smiled at me and gave me his typical bright eyed greeting. We had gotten the grade from our report back and of course there was an “A+” written on the top making me feel guilty. I confronted our teacher on it saying Joey deserved the grade, but not me since he was the one who wrote it up. Of course Joey came to my defense explaining how we had both done the research together with both of us citing all the appropriate references in the paper and the only thing he really did on his own was put it all in proper order and type it up. The teacher agreed with Joey so my grade stuck with me simply shrugging my shoulders and leaving it without further argument. These days I didn’t have the energy.
Sitting there at lunch with Joey’s voice prattling on I stared out the window not much hungry. After several moments he tapped me on the arm handing me one of my sandwiches and ordering me to eat. He always did that, basically emptying out my sack lunch and instructing me to eat something. As always I ate what he put in my hand not even knowing or caring what it was, but just eating it for the sake of doing something.
At the end of the school day I made my way over to the sport’s field and got suited up for practice. Some days I’d participate, other days I wasn’t up for it. Today I took a seat on the bleachers looking out at not much in particular when a voice tugged at the back of my mind and it slowly became clearer as I listened in to the latest rumor being spread around.
“My dad told me that the Marty kid really wasn’t kidnapped again and he wanted to go back because he was like some sex crazed freak. Both him and Latham were like lovers so of course Latham went with him when it came time. Evidently Marty found out where that fat man and woman were staying and got a hold of them and they came and picked him up. Both him and Latham waited at the corner for them. I always knew he was like some freak and I always thought Latham was too and I’ve been trying to tell you guys this all along. Latham’s a fucking prick and is good at bamboozling everyone.” I heard the kid talking wondering if he even knew I was sitting close by.
It was already an outrageous rumor and I tried to ignore it because no one in their right mind would believe this bullshit as the boy continued something about the voice tickling the edges of my thoughts. “This woman was like six or seven hundred pounds. I swear it’s true. My dad showed me the paperwork and everything. She had rolls of fat on her and it’s disgusting, but what is worse is that Marty would fuck her all the time. The fat man would roll back the fat on the woman’s stomach and Marty would climb on top and stick his small pecker inside her and get off. It was like he was addicted to it. After he was done with the woman he’d climb off of her and the man fat man would bend him over and fuck the shit out of Marty.” The other boy began to laugh sadistically making me cringe.
The lie almost made me want to retch as I sat there dumbfounded. “I swear it’s all true, my dad showed me the pictures they took of Marty’s ass and you could tell he had been fucked so many times his asshole was split wide open. It was disgusting. He loved getting fucked and I guess for a while it was alright staying with Latham because he would fuck Marty, but the other little freak missed fucking that fat chick and couldn’t take it anymore so that is why he left, not because he got kidnapped. Those are all lies, my dad told me so and he’s a Sergeant in the police department.” I heard Jimmy our local bully and total fucking douche-bag try to convince others by spreading such filthy lies.
“Oh fuck,” I heard one of the other boys shout out in warning because without realizing it I had walked up the bleachers a few steps up and was looming over Jimmy as the other boy who had been sitting with him suddenly scrambled out of the way.
Without notice I slammed my fist into Jimmy’s face with it snapping backwards as he slipped back into the gap behind where he was sitting. The rage I had been suppressing for so long suddenly broke through and the satisfaction of bone crunching while blood spurting everywhere sent a thrill through my body. I wanted to kill Jimmy for spreading such vicious rumors about Marty. The bully cried out in pain and scrambled for his life tumbling off the end of the bleachers his body falling about five feet on to the ground where it thumped on the pavement really hard.
Everything for me suddenly went into slow motion as I stepped of the edge without any concern landing on my feet next to Jimmy who was struggling to get away. I kicked him hard in the gut flipping him over on to his back with the boy’s eyes bugging out of his head and sheer terror all over his features. I saw the front of his pants go wet spreading outwards when his bladder emptied out from fright. He was hurt pretty bad, gasping for air and tears tumbling from his eyes to mix in with the blood spattered all over his face.
The boy started to scramble backwards, but I planted my foot along his neck pushing some of my weight into it and forcing the boy to grab on to my shoe trying to prevent me from crushing his trachea.
“Stop squirming around you filthy piece of shit or I’ll snap your neck.” I shouted disgustedly my serious threat making him freeze in place with his eyes flaring wide in panic as he looked around for help with none coming anytime soon since most of the kids in our school hated him anyway.
“Your dad is a fucking prick and liar and so are you. Marty wasn’t raped he was stolen from his family and beaten for most of his life. He was a good kind hearted kid and the bravest person I’ve ever known. You just pissed your pants with one punch while he was beaten every single day of his life…sometimes within an inch of dying. He had more character and dignity in his young life than you or your dad will ever achieve no matter how long you live. I swear if you ever mention Marty’s name ever again from that filthy mouth of yours I’ll tear you a new asshole bigger than the Grand Canyon before I tear you limb from limb. So help me Jimmy, just say something…anything…just give me another excuse so I can beat the living shit out of you to give you just a little taste of what Marty had to endure for most of his life you worthless piece of shit.” I was shouting so hard the rage making my head pound again in my skull while Jimmy whimpered balling his eyes out as I purposefully looked down at his crotch noticing him pissing himself for the second time.
“God, you pissed yourself again you disgusting piece of filth. Get the fuck out of my sight.” I ordered releasing my foot off of his throat and when he started to scramble to his feet I placed my foot against his ass and gave it a firm shove so he did a face plant into the cement. Blood was now covering his entire face as he stumbled away.
There were shocked gaping looks on kids all around me as they parted like the red sea when I began to walk away. It happened so fast that by the time coach got there to see what was going on I was already halfway to the locker room. I was filled with rage that just seethed through my very core and by the time coach came into the locker room to confront me I was dressed and pushed past him not answering any of his questions.
He must have seen the expression on my face and shook his head not pressing me any further figuring there were enough witnesses to get answers from anyway. I could tell he sort of had an idea already at what happened and he didn’t seem too upset about it probably figuring Jimmy had it coming. I was sure he’d handle Jimmy’s father when the guy came looking for answers.
Not many staff at the school really liked Jimmy’s dad and weren’t scared of the guy even if he was a cop because they had become disgusted with him and his son over numerous incidents. The kid’s been nothing but trouble for a long time now and the school’s constantly battled with his dad. The man was cocky, but over time the school’s administration had learned how to deal with him keeping a file that they’ve collected over the years with plenty of legal representations which kept the man in check. Most of the cops in the community were really decent, but Jimmy’s dad was simply a rotten apple in the group.
By the time I got home the anger inside of me had faded away leaving me feeling empty, drained, and ashamed how I had stooped to such tactics lowering myself to Jimmy’s level. I suppose the school must have contacted PopPop because he was waiting for me with a grave look on his features. When he confronted me about what happened at school I broke down and between sobs managed to tell him everything letting him know how awful and ashamed I felt about it.
My grandfather wasn’t happy with what happened, but he understood. Jimmy’s dad had already contacted both the school and my grandfather since the prick ran straight home accusing me of jumping him, but evidently the staff over there were already on the case getting statements from about forty classmates who had witnessed it all. To the very last one of them they had provided a completely different version from the prick which supported me and threw Jimmy under the bus. After Jimmy’s dad called the school threatening them they got their lawyers right on the case and also called the Chief of Police informing him of everything.
To my surprise my grandfather told me the Police Chief finally had it with Jimmy’s father and lowered the boom saying if he made any more waves concerning his son in anything from here on out he’d see to it that the guy was assigned to the crappiest posts until he either quit or retired. Jimmy’s dad wasn’t happy, but he got the message and dropped the matter. Once again I had lucked out, but it really didn’t feel like it as I got cleaned up and went to bed early. These days I didn’t have the energy or will to do more than simply exist.
Sleep was my only real release from the burden I felt weighing heavily on my shoulders, but even then I never truly escaped because half the time demons would haunt my dreams. These days I tended to sleep fitfully just about every other day tossing and turning all night long only to wake up in the morning feeling like I had just competed in the iron man competition and then afterwards been in an ultimate fight match with me getting my ass kicked. As I slipped further into my dreams this evening I was having another one of those fitful nights. I wanted to wake up, but it was too late and I had already been snared with the image of Marty forming in my mind just as the fat man lifted his hand with the knife blade glinting cruelly in his fist. I tried to scream seeing Marty’s terrified gaze and his eyes pleading for me to help.
Someone was shaking my shoulders with me sitting bolt upright in my bed suddenly completely awake a strange noise coming from my mouth. “Ahhhh…hhhhuuuuuuu.” I gasped for air so hard somehow being forced awake from this horrible nightmare as a sob escaped my lips at the same time between my harsh rasping intake of breath.
My entire bedroom was spinning around with Pops features swimming in front of me as he gazed into my face with concern. It wasn’t like him to come into my room after I fell asleep. I’m sure he probably checked up on me before going to bed, but it seemed as if it was really late as I glanced at the clock on my nightstand trying to bring it into focus and noticing it was almost midnight.
“How long has this been going on Latham?” Pops asked me as I waved off his concern trying to breathe and get my stomach to settle down.
With being jolted awake so suddenly not only was the room gyrating around but my insides were doing lots of flip flops threatening to make me sick and throw up all over the place. I tried to steady myself by remaining still for a moment and focused on slowing down my breathing which seemed to help because everything stopped moving around in front of my eyes.
Pops pressed the mute button on his phone and lifted it up to his ear. “Yes, Mrs. Atwood I’m sorry but this isn’t a real good time for Latham. He’s really been under the weather and hasn’t been sleeping well either and I just don’t think it is a good…,” my grandfather was saying when I interrupted him.
“What’s wrong, who is it?” I asked with PopPop hesitating and scrutinizing me closely pursing his lips for a moment.
Someone must have been talking on the other end, because he tried to interject. “Mrs. Atwood, I…,” he paused for a second before trying again. “Could you hold on for a moment…,” another pause, “yes, it will just be a moment,” he assured the other person clicking the mute button on the phone again.
“Who’s on the phone?” I asked with him taking a deep breath and placing his hand on my forehead.
“You’re all flushed.” He commented with me nodding my head agreeing, but rolling my eyes indicating he didn’t need to worry any.
“I’ll be fine…I’m already feeling better.” I assured him even though my stomach was still queasy and my brain felt all fuzzy.
My grandfather continued to scrutinize me for several more seconds and then seemed resigned knowing I wouldn’t drop it until he told me what was going on. “Alright,” he exhaled shaking his head in acquiescence. “It’s Mrs. Atkins…um…Cody’s mom. He’s been having a lot of problems…you know…nightmares and stuff. Tonight he had a fit and wouldn’t let his mom and dad get close to him throwing anything and everything at them each time they tried to approach. They are afraid he is going to hurt himself and he’s been yelling for you. He’s really upset about something and evidently it involves you. They are at their wits end and don’t know what to do and was hoping you could help.” He told me with my gut wrenching and a cold hand gripping my heart, once more reminding me of my promise to the other boy.
Tossing aside the covers I climbed out of bed on wobbly legs not concerned that I was completely naked in front of my grandfather. “Tell her we are coming right over.” I instructed weaving almost drunkenly like over towards my dresser feeling Pops eyes watching me closely as I opened up one of the drawers and squirreled up my eyebrows. We hadn’t done any laundry lately so all I had left were boxers as I shrugged grabbing a pair along with some socks.
Twenty minutes later while Pops waited with the Atkins downstairs in their living room, I made my way up the stairs and knocked on Cody’s bedroom door hearing something smashing into it a second later followed by a screeching voice shouting through the closed barrier. “Go away,” the command seemed to bite as I prepared myself.
“Cody, it’s me, Latham.” I spoke up raising my voice so he could hear me.
When there wasn’t a reply I hesitated for a moment and slowly opened up the door sticking my head inside. The place was a mess with smashed toys broken all over the floor around the door. The room itself seemed fairly typical for a ten year old boy with the usual action heroes and sports posters on the wall along with some stuffed animals off to the side and plenty of toys, actually lots of toys.
The room was a fairly large one with two double beds on opposite sides of the room. The Atkins’ house was a nice home and you could tell they had some money. They weren’t like filthy rich or anything, but lived in a good neighborhood where most of the people earned a good living. They weren’t middle class, but not rich either, so sort of in-between and I guess you could say well off.
My eyes did a quick survey of the room before settling on Cody huddled towards the corner of his bed that was up against the wall. He was sitting on his butt with his knees drawn up to his chest and his arms wrapped around them just like the first time I had seen him in that awful abandoned mill. Now though, he had a blanket wrapped over his body guardedly. The memory of the naked boy shivering from both the coldness in the abandoned mill and fright threatened to swallow me up, but I beat it back determined not to fail again.
Slipping inside the room very cautiously while watching for the boy’s reaction I shut the door behind me relieved that he at least hadn’t decided to throw something at my head. “You promised not to leave, that we’d be together when we got to the hospital.” I barely was able to make out the words from the boy’s small voice hearing him sniffling and noticing his eyes watering up.
With tears rolling down my own cheeks I slowly worked my through the shattered pieces of toys scattered on the floor. I had taken off my shoes downstairs out of habit so was only wearing socks and had to be careful not to step on anything sharp. It only took a second or two before I sat down on the edge of his bed not saying anything for a moment. I was gazing down focusing on my sock covered toes as they swirled around in circles along the wooden floor. The room was hot and there was a familiar stale musty odor hanging in the air as if it hadn’t been aired out for years.
“You promised,” I heard him insist and as I glanced sideways noticed he was crying. “You didn’t even look at me when I came up to you at the funeral.” He hiccupped making me feel even more guilty now because I hadn’t even noticed him.
Nodding my head I could only agree. “I know Cody…I’m sorry. I made a lot of promises I shouldn’t have because I keep breaking them and at the funeral I was in a bad place…I’m sorry.” I apologized stifling a sob that threatened to overwhelm me.
We both fell silent in our own thoughts when the boy finally spoke up. “What other promises?” He asked, the question cutting me to the core while seemingly accepting my explanation regarding the funeral.
My eyes flittered back over towards him and lifting my right leg up on the mattress and keeping my left one planted on the ground I shifted my body so I was facing the younger boy. He was staring at me while wiping away the salty wetness from beneath his eyes making me feel ashamed just by the question. I wanted to ignore it, but I was the one who made the admission. It made me wonder why I had even brought it up. Maybe sub-consciously I needed to tell someone else of my guilt because it was eating at me.
Without realizing it I began to talk. “The promises I made to Marty.” I shivered the mere mention of his name sending a guilty shiver up my spine.
“You mean just before he…,” Cody stopped in mid-sentence, but I knew what he meant.
Inhaling deeply I shook my head. “No oddly enough those promises before he died I somehow managed to keep, even though I’d trade them in a heart beat for the other ones I made.” I admitted glancing towards Cody who was still staring at me closely with a frown on his features as if he didn’t understand and I suppose I really wasn’t making much sense. “I promised to protect Marty and told him he’d be safe. I swore nothing bad would happen to him ever again.” I finally managed to get out the room falling silent again as I glanced over noticing the boy deep in thought.
After several long seconds Cody finally spoke again. “Well that’s just stupid; of course you can’t keep a promise like that.” He stated seriously shaking his head while I gaped at him dumbfounded by his candor. “No one can promise something like that and everyone knows what it really means and Marty knew it too. It just simply means you will try to be there for him and do your best. That’s what you did too, the best you could. No one could have done any better and I know Marty knew that in the end. We all did what we could, and you did the most.” He stated emphatically nodding his head and wiping away more tears.
“But I failed Cody…I failed him…and then later I failed you. I know I tried, but I still failed. I couldn’t even keep my simple promise to you about the hospital.” I told the boy placing my face in my hand and sobbing amazed that one single person could have so much tears to give because I’ve cried often over the last several weeks. “I tried Cody, I really did, but I was hurt pretty bad. The doctors said I was bruised up pretty bad all over including damaged ribs making it hard for me to breathe and a concussion which made me all dizzy and woozy. By the time I woke up and sent PopPop looking for you it was too late. Why couldn’t I have woken up sooner and be there for you like I promised.” I told him seriously lifting my head and gazing at him through my tears.
The ten year old boy had a stunned look on his face and it unexpectedly shifted to anguish as he began to sob. “I…I…,” he hiccupped and suddenly tossed off his covers and latched on to me holding on tightly like he had when the rescue crew tried to pull him off of me when they found us.
The boy wrapped his arms around the back of my neck and his legs around my waist reminding me of how it felt having him so close during our trying night as we both embraced one another as if our lives depended on it. “I forgot how they beat you up so badly…oh Latham, how could I forget something like that. I…I should have known you wouldn’t abandon me. I’m so sorry…please forgive me for thinking so awful about you.” He began to cry while I squeezed him fiercely feeling the boy’s damp body leaching through my own as we both fell silent appreciating the closeness that had formed between the two of us as a result of our shared tragedy.
When he latched on to me I was forced to shift around again so my back wouldn’t get tweaked and I now rocked the boy gently back and forth with my legs dangling over the edge of the bed while he sat in my lap. It somehow felt natural with him snuggled up in my arms protectively, the two of us hanging on to one another caringly. It’s how we had kept one another warm on that cold night, comforting each other while we slept.
“Latham,” I heard the boy whispering softly.
“Yeah champ,” I replied using an affectionate kind of term for him since it simply felt right.
“I…I had a bad dream and wet myself.” He whispered softly his warm breath tickling my ear followed by a soft sob.
“I know.” I told him calmly with him stiffening up a little as if surprised.
“H…how’d you know?” He asked with me shrugging and patting his back soothingly feeling the boy relax in my arms again.
“I just do.” I inhaled softly wrinkling my nose because the boy had that stale musty odor I had detected earlier. “I sort of smelled it when I sat on your bed,” I explained, “not to mention you are getting me wet.” I chuckled feeling him stiffening up and start to pull away.
“N…no don’t…please don’t Cody. I don’t care about getting wet. I…I just need to hold you…feel you in my arms. You make me feel better when I can hold you. It reminds me of…of that night. If it weren’t for you…feeling you snuggled up in my arms…I…I would have gone mad. You kept me sane when my entire world was falling apart.” I sighed feeling him respond and hold me closely again.
“Me too Latham…I…I felt the same way. Thanks for coming, I was having a bad night…but…but…it is better now, I think.” He whispered back the silence engulfing us once more while I sat there rocking him in my arms shutting out the world for now and focusing on just him and me.
I don’t know how long we sat there together, but after a while I was feeling much better as if some of the weight of the world had been lifted off of my shoulders. It was comforting having him in my arms and somehow calming with my mind becoming more focused than it had been for a long time. Even the pounding in the back of my skull had all but gone away. I didn’t want to break the mood because I was in a good place now and I sensed Cody was too. Maybe it was simply being able to be together without anything really needing to be said between the two of us.
“How about we get you cleaned up, or should I get your folks?” I asked with him shaking his head no as we both leaned back from each other slightly.
“Please don’t tell them I wet the bed.” He begged me while I shook my head.
“I won’t, but I’m sure they probably know and won’t really care.” I whispered back softly.
“I’m going to be eleven next month Latham. What eleven year old boy wets the bed?” He asked a bit embarrassed.
“One who has horrible nightmares…someone who has gone through something horrible…me…that’s who Cody. I wet the bed too when I was your age after horrible nightmares. Not so often at that age, but it happened.” I whispered back giving him an encouraging smile.
“Really…but…but why would you have horrible dreams?” He asked looking up.
“Does it really matter?” I replied, while I really studied his face for the very first time.
He had a cute small rounded face with large sparkling bright blue almond shaped eyes that were slightly puffy at the moment from crying so much. His thin upper lip which looked serious at the moment had that nice transitional “m” shape with a small little dimple just above his cupid’s bow. His lower lip was much fuller and complimented the shape of his mouth. I could tell he probably had a cute smile that would curve up slightly at the ends when he was happy. Finishing the rest of his main features was his small rounded chin and adorable button-like nose with a small straight bridge and a slight widening of the nostrils.
My close scrutiny now took in some of his other features realizing he kind of had a very wide forehead which I hadn’t really noticed until now. Maybe it was because of his hair. He had medium golden blond hair like cream soda with honey butter highlights. The long disheveled thick full lustrous hair with highlighted fringe and angled layers hung down over his brow and parted on the left sweeping over to the right. It was long along the sides covering his ears and framing his round face with it slightly long in the back as well. In some ways it appeared to make his face look kind of too small for his body depending on how you looked at him. I even noticed now that he had very fine light blonde colored eyebrows.
Some of this I recalled from when I had first met him, but it had never really registered until now just how cute he really was for a boy. I could tell in a couple of years he would have those nice features that would attract all the girls in school. To be blunt, he was destined to become a drop dead gorgeous teenage stud and a hunk of a man as he matured.
Reaching over I brushed some of the stray hair from in front of his eyes and smiled warmly at the boy. “Well, if you are bound and determined not to call your folks then I suppose you should go ahead and scoot over to the bathroom and get cleaned up.” I suggested with his eyes widening and him once more wrapping me up tightly in his arms.
“No, please don’t go.” His voice shook his comment catching me by surprise.
“I…of course not. I wasn’t going to leave just yet.” I offered up with the younger boy releasing me his watery eyes looking into my face still looking a bit concerned as I sighed and shook my head. “Alright, let’s go then and I’ll get your bath started.” I offered up with him giving me a nod and smile before squirming off of my lap.
Standing as well I stood up next to him my eyes quickly sizing him up. It was the first time I really was able to do that because during our captivity and escape there were so many other things going on. He was wearing pajamas that covered his legs and arms and I noticed the darker spot in front where he was all wet clinging to him. I was a good head taller than him with the top of his head coming to about my chin level and probably weighed a good twenty five to thirty pounds heavier. He looked to be about the typical build of a ten year old boy going on eleven.
The little guy grabbed my hand holding it to his chest as if to say thanks before walking me towards the other end of the room both of us careful not to step on anything sharp while he continued to hang on to me. He opened up the door and cautiously looked down the hall and led me to his bathroom. I could here his folks and my grandfather chatting downstairs as we closed the bathroom door behind us.
Walking over towards the bathtub I began running some warm water in it and then turned back around to see him standing there a little nervously. “I…um…maybe I’ll just wait for you…I guess.” I started to scoot past him when he once more wrapped his arms around me.
“N…no…please…I…I…,” he stuttered before finally taking a deep breath and stepping back. “It’s alright…please stay. I mean it isn’t as if you don’t already know I’m puny down there. You’re way bigger down there than me that’s for sure.” He muttered biting his lower lip recalling how we had all been naked as jay birds in captivity and afterwards the two of us cuddled up under the blanket after we escaped.
Exhaling softly I took a seat on the top of the closed toilet lid pulling him over so he was standing in front of me. I don’t know why guys always thought we were so small down there and embarrassed by what we had swinging between our legs, but I didn’t want him to feel that way because from what I could remember he seemed kind of normal down there for his age. It wasn’t as if I had really paid that much attention to his nakedness because I had other things to worry about at the time.
Picking up his left hand I placed my right palm up against his spreading our fingers apart comparing sizes. “Well?” I asked while he looked at me puzzled.
“Well what?” He questioned while I smiled back puckishly.
“What do you notice?” I asked him.
“Um…your hand it’s bigger than mine.” He replied looking at me as if to ask if that was what I wanted to hear as I nodded my head encouragingly.
“Good, and why’s that?” I asked while he scrunched up his eyebrows answering without any hesitation.
“Well…of course because you are older.” He shrugged.
“Exactly, and when you are my age what then?” I asked with him shrugging again.
“I guess it might be about the same size, who knows. I mean it could be smaller or bigger I suppose, but I guess it will be bigger than now.” He pointed out with me nodding my head.
“Exactly, and that is what will happen to your pecker and balls. When you get older they will be bigger and when you are my age they might be a bit bigger or a bit smaller than mine right now. Everyone is different, but it will be bigger than it is now. So you can’t compare what you have down there to mine. I’m sure it is just fine for your age and build, alright?” I asked seeing him blush and nodding his head.
It became a bit awkward again with the water slowly filling up the tub and since the toilet was close to the tub I leaned over and turned it off before sitting up straighter and looking towards him. “Um…so…should we…um…you know…get your dirty pajamas off of you?” I asked with him nodding his head and lifting up his arm indicating for me to remove his pajama top.
Grabbing the bottom of the hem I pulled it up and over his head dropping it on the floor while he put his arms down to the sides and stood there waiting for me. “Um…are you sure?” I asked him with Cody shrugging his shoulders.
“Yeah, sure. Like I said it isn’t something you haven’t seen before.” He offered up while I shrugged as well and reached out not wasting any time and tugged down his bottoms.
He wasn’t wearing any underwear so I pulled on his pajama bottoms slipping them over his boy budgie and down over his thighs until I got to his ankles. Reaching out and placing his hands lightly on my shoulder to steady himself, the boy lifted one leg and then the other stepping out of them completely leaving him standing there utterly naked. Instead of dropping them on the floor I rolled them up finding a dry spot and rubbed it over the front of his hips and thighs including across his small penis and rounded boy bag. I stopped and purposefully took a good long look at his privates noticing how his penis appeared to be about the same thickness as my pinky finger maybe even thinner. It was only about one and a half inch long in its current soft state and looked well proportioned unlike Joey’s whose nozzle was longer than his shaft.
With Cody everything looked balanced in that the glans of his cut penis was about a half an inch long, which was about a third of the size of his shaft. His penis was small, thin, and petite overall, but seemed to fit him just right for his age and size. It didn’t quiet curve over his tight rounded ball sack, but didn’t stick out either from his pale pubic mound.
The blond boy’s hands were still resting lightly on my shoulders and I didn’t want him to feel as if I was literally staring at him. Rather, I wanted him to get the sense I was taking a good look at him, but not in a way that was uncomfortable. My eyes flittered upwards noticing the boy blushing at my overt scrutiny, but he didn’t seem upset at how I was checking him out. I looked sincerely into his bright sparkling blue eyes so he would know I meant what I was about to say.
“Well, nothing really all that small about your pecker. I mean yeah, if you had to compare it to other guys my age or even adults it is small, just a little dinger actually, but I suppose it is pretty typical for a boy your age so…no…not puny at all. I mean I never really paid all that much attention to my little bobber…size wise at your age, but I seem to recall being about the same down there.” I smiled at him with Cody stepping between my legs and pressing his body into mine so he could give me a big tight hug.
“Thank you so much Latham. You always seem to know what to say.” He replied as I wrapped him up in my arms as well, running my hand up and down his naked back feeling a tender soft warm emotion filling up my insides.
There was nothing sexual about the feeling of our embrace even though he was completely naked. I didn’t even think of him in that sort of way. He was a beautiful kid of course and I suppose if he were a few years older it might be different, but the way I felt about him didn’t have anything to do with any sexual desire I’ve been having lately towards other boys.
The two of us separated with his hands resting on my shoulders while mine held him around the waist and I gazed up into his eyes since he was standing and I was sitting. “You do believe me right. I mean what I’m telling you because I’m serious Cody. You are just fine down there size wise for your age and build. In a couple of years your body will begin to change, but right now for your age and build everything is just fine down there.” I assured him with the boy smiling and looking down at his pecker and balls.
“Yeah, I guess you are right. I never really thought about it before until…until…well you know…when we were all naked and I saw how big you were. I guess if I saw some of my other friends they’d probably be a lot like me…huh?” He asked with me shrugging and nodding my head.
“Yeah, I suppose. Anyway, lets get you in the tub.” I suggested with him looking at me shyly and blushing. “What?” I asked with him shrugging his shoulders.
“Um…I got you all wet, maybe you should…uh…join me?” He asked hopefully while I stared at him a bit stunned.
There was nothing sexual about his suggestion and I could tell it was more because he wanted my company and thought it was a good idea for me to get cleaned up as well. “I…um…I’m not sure it is a good idea.” I replied with him frowning looking at me questioningly.
“Why, it’s not as if I haven’t seen you naked either. I mean we even slept naked together.” He offered up, his suggestion clearly not sexually motivated.
Hesitating a moment I looked down at myself realizing my shirt had been soaked through from the front of his wet pajama bottoms pressing up against me and I could tell it had seeped on to my stomach. Strangely enough my tan colored Khaki pants were mostly dry and only slightly damp not soaking through to my underwear, maybe because of how his legs had been wrapped around me with his groin pressing into my stomach. Still, they’d have to be washed when I got home along with my shirt.
“Alright, hop into the bathtub and I’ll peel out of my clothes and join you.” I sighed watching as the boy stepped lightly into the warm water while I shimmied out of my clothes dumping them on the floor and keeping my shirt separated.
The ten year old boy looked over at me and smiled while his eyes seemed to take in my nakedness. “Wow, you are a lot bigger than I remembered and you’ve got some hair down there too. Will I get hair like that too…you know down there?” He asked looking down at himself before taking a seat in the warm water with me chuckling and stepping into the bathtub and sitting down behind him knowing he was probably curious now about all sorts of things.
While he chatted away asking me all sorts of questions which would make most others blush, I shampooed his hair running my fingers through his long hair and answered him honestly. I didn’t make a big issue over his questions not wanting to blow things out of proportion having gotten used to talking about such things earlier with Marty and also some with Joey. By keeping it simple and not making a big issue over it, then there would be no reason for Cody to be ashamed about his body and the way he felt at times. Of course I also kept my answers to what I felt was appropriate for his age.
Tilting his head back I grabbed the cup, scooped up some water, and slowly rinsed out his hair while he leaned back and let me support him with my hand. Getting the soap out of his hair I leaned over and kissed the tip of his cute little nose with the boy giggling lightly. The mood between us had changed from one of sadness and pain to something a little brighter and enjoyable as we enjoyed one another’s company leaving behind some of the past that was haunting us.
The boy sat back up and I put some liquid soap into my hands running it over his shoulders and back noticing just how soft and smooth his skin felt beneath my fingers. “Mmmmm, that feels nice.” He sighed contentedly while I smiled giving him a slight nudge with him getting the hint and curling his legs beneath him before shifting his weight on to his knees effectively lifting his torso, butt, and upper legs out of the water.
The boy really had very beautiful soft skin and the cutest rounded little dimpled dumplings making me smile and shake my head. This was one boy who was surely destined to make both guys and girls his age horny for him. Grabbing some more liquid soap I ran them over his cute rounded rosy colored apples hearing him giggle and look over his shoulders at me.
“What?” I asked with him smiling.
“Nothing, just no one’s ever cleaned me before…I mean…not that I can remember. I’m sure my mom did when I was real little, but no one since…you know…since I was old enough to wash on my own.” He explained.
“Oh…yeah…um…should I continue or would you rather finish up on your own?” I asked with him looking at me for a second before shrugging his shoulder.
“I don’t mind…not since it is you. I kind of like it.” He added turning his head back around as if to say I should continue.
Shaking my head I soaped his butt up really well making sure to clean away any of the sticky piss that had probably gotten to him back there while he was sleeping. Hesitating for a moment I shrugged putting more liquid soap on my hands and running them along his legs noticing the boy automatically shift and spread them apart so I could get his inner thighs as well. I could feel the back of my hands brushing up against his soft bag and he started slightly at the contact, but didn’t say anything not even when it happened again this time not flinching at the minor contact. I rinsed him off and then nudged him to turn around.
He swiveled around on his knees no longer embarrassed by his wet penis and ball sack being exposed to me. I began working on his chest and arms soaping and rinsing them off like I had done on his shoulders and back. When I looked into his face Cody had his eyes closed and seemed to be enjoying getting washed up by someone else. I smiled and ran soap over his stomach and the top of his pubic mound noticing his penis begin to plump up. Suddenly Cody jerked and clamped his hands over the front of himself as he blushed looking extremely embarrassed.
“I…I,” his eyes flared out wildly and he looked a little frightened about popping a stiffie in front of me and I understood how embarrassing and scary it could be at his age so I tried to reassure him about it.
“It’s alright Cody. I mean it is natural for that to happen. Mine does the same thing all the time and it doesn’t mean it has to be because of sex or anything. You don’t have to be ashamed in front of me for popping a stiffie. Mine’s hard right now too.” I admitted realizing at some point I had gotten stiff down below as well.
To my surprise I realized it’s been a while since I’ve actually had an erection. This one really didn’t have anything to do in regards to it being sexually motivated, but just due to the situation of what I was doing. I didn’t have any urge to do anything sexual with Cody, not like the feelings I had been getting around some of my other friends and stuff.
“Really?” He asked looking down between my legs at my erection beneath the surface of the water.
You couldn’t really make anything out clearly beneath the water, but it was obvious I had a hard-on and Cody’s eyes widened in surprise. “Wow that is like way huge. Can I see it?” He asked while I hesitated a moment before lifting up my hip above the water with my thick erection floating on the surface for a moment. “Whoa, that is like wickedly cool.” He said removing his hands from in front of his own balls and penis looking at himself before glancing back over towards mine as if comparing sizes. “Mine’s got a lot of growing to do.” He giggled looking into my eyes making me burst out laughing and shaking my head as I sat back into the water.
“Well, I’m sure you will have plenty of growth spurts between now and when you are thirteen going on fourteen.” I chuckled. “At least you have something to look forward to now.” I teased running my hand over his wet hair while he smiled at me.
“Thanks Latham…you are so cool. No one else would have told me and shown me this stuff. I’m glad you came over tonight.” He added seriously while I nodded my head.
“Me too champ.” I replied honestly putting some soap in my hand and reaching between his legs running them over his erection and ball sack which wasn’t so tight anymore and actually had some sagginess to them from the warm water.
I didn’t linger long down there noticing that what I was doing didn’t really send the usual sexual thrill through my insides. It was still a little naughty, but in a different way than it felt with Joey when I ran my hand over his little cocklet and fruit basket. I didn’t want this to become awkward so only made sure he was clean down there before releasing him; although, it was long enough to feel how he had a really stiff erection with testicles about the size of acorns. I did try avoiding staring at his playpen though so it wouldn’t make him feel too uncomfortable as I grabbed the cup and rinsed him off motioning for him to go ahead and sit back down. Cody seemed relaxed about the whole situation and sat back down between my legs with his back turned towards me. I quickly soaped up my stomach since that’s where I had gotten his pee over me and rinsed off before reaching over to pull the stopper on the tub. With the water draining out of the tub I stood up and grabbed a towel.
The younger boy watched as I stood up and toweled my upper body off no longer sporting an erection. He scrutinized me even closer when I ran the towel over my large heavy scrotum and penis before wrapping it around my hips and stepping lightly out of the tub and onto the soft little carpeted padding next to the tub. Grabbing another towel I motioned for Cody to stand up and I toweled off his wet hair and then rubbed the rest of him dry. I even ran the towel between his legs drying him off down there like I had done myself before lifting him out of the tub. I wrapped the soft cloth around his waist, combed his wet hair with my fingers, and bent over picking up his soiled pajamas and my clothes before heading back to his room.
When we stepped inside we noticed it had been cleaned up a little with the floor being swept clean of his broken toys and his bed stripped of his dirty sheets leaving it uncovered so the mattress could dry. The covers on the other bed were pulled back indicating he was to sleep there for tonight. We walked over and Cody picked up a note sitting on top of his pillow furling his eyebrows.
“It’s for you.” He stated handing it over to me so I could read it.
“Well, evidently Pops left saying I could spend the night and your folks say once I get you tucked into bed I can come downstairs and they’ll show me to the guest room.” I shrugged with the boy smiling happily.
“That’s nice,” He yawned with me feeling the same way as if I was suddenly really tired.
I was going to ask him if he wanted to get a clean pair of pajamas to put on, but Cody simply let the towel drop to the floor and crawled into bed naked. “Will you stay and hold me until I fall asleep?” He asked me hopefully.
“Yeah, I can do that for you.” I responded picking up his damp towel and wrapping it around his soiled pajamas before setting them off to the side and turning off the light.
Setting my own clothes down on one of the chairs I crawled on top of his covers laying on my side next to him and wrapping my left arm under his neck and around his shoulder while placing my right arm across his chest pulling him closer to me. We snuggled up close together as I breathed in his nice clean scent. He smelled like I remembered from that fateful night, but intermingled with his personal scent I could smell the clean soapy smell from our recent bath. It’s strange how lately I’ve been focused on how boys smelled picking up on the subtle differences that was unique to each individual person.
It was quiet in the room and I began to settle down when Cody began to get fidgety. I let him wriggle around, but he couldn’t seem to settle down and kept tossing and turning. After about fifteen minutes I lifted up my head and looked over at him.
“What’s wrong? Why are you squirming around so much?” I asked gently.
“Nothing, it’s just…I don’t know. I can’t seem to get to sleep all of a sudden.” He responded.
“Oh…well maybe I should leave if you can’t get settle down.” I offered up looking into his face his little night lamp giving off enough light to see his features.
The boy’s eyes got real big all of a sudden and began to well up. “N…no please…I…I’ll behave…I promise.” He panicked catching me by surprise because that isn’t how I meant it to come across as I immediately reached out and held him in my arms.
“N…no Cody…I didn’t mean it that way. I’m sorry. I don’t want to upset you. I just meant if you can’t get to sleep because of me then I’d leave you alone so you can get settled down. That’s what I meant. I wasn’t mad at you or anything, just worried.” I told him feeling the boy sigh and relax in my arms.
“I’m sorry Latham I should have known you weren’t being mean. It’s just I like having you close to me; especially, tonight. It means a lot…I mean it.” He tried to explain. “It’s just, all of a sudden I’m not tired and I don’t know why. I mean…I’m tired, but…I don’t know…maybe all worked up too.” He tried to explain while I furled my eyebrows in thought knowing the feeling
Sometimes when I had that same kind of nervous energy and couldn’t get to sleep even when I was dead tired, the only way I would be able to settle down was after I’ve busted a nut. Cody was having that same kind of nervous energy now making me wonder if perhaps fondling him innocently in the bathtub had now suddenly kicked things into motion inside of his little body. I was about his age when I actually started doing some sexual things to myself in order to release some pent up energy. Back then I really didn’t know what I was doing. I’m sure he didn’t really know that perhaps he was having some of those same sexual types of urges like I had at his age making him all fidgety like.
Looking over at the cute boy I sighed sympathetically getting a little nervous with what I was about to propose for the boy. “Um…Cody…do you trust me?” I asked him sincerely with the boy scrunching up his face as if to say are you kidding, but nodding his head noticing the look on my face realizing this was something serious.
“Of course.” He replied with a questioning look.
“I mean…really trust me that I wouldn’t do anything to upset or hurt you and I don’t mean physically per se?” I asked with him getting a little worried but nodding yes.
“I know that Latham, but now you are scaring me a little.” He added seriously while I smiled at him reassuringly.
Lifting up my hips, I tugged on his blanket crawling under the covers next to him while he watched me. He was lying on his back and I scooted closer placing my right hand on his chest and looking into his eyes before leaning over to kiss him warmly on the cheek.
“You trust me right?” I asked again my hand rubbing his chest with the boy shivering at the contact and nodding his head again.
“I trust you Latham.”
“Then close your eyes.” I whispered softly with him doing as he was told while my right hand ran down across his stomach now. “Don’t be afraid. Does that feel good?” I asked with a small smile crossing his features as he nodded.
“Mmmm, really nice.” He whispered back.
“That’s good, but this is where you have to trust me Cody. I’m going to do something that is going to make you feel really good, but you have to trust me and not panic. I promise nothing bad is going to happen and the way you feel now will feel even better. Do you still trust me?” I asked my hands running along his lower stomach and just above the upper part of his smooth pubic mound.
“Y…yes…if it feels better than this then yes.” He responded moaning softly his legs squirming around beneath the covers.
Slowly I let my hand dip down and run across his penis which was completely hard feeling his hips bucking at the sensuous contact.
“Oooh…oh,” he hissed. “It…it tickles,” he giggled keeping his eyes closed and squirming a little.
“It’s supposed to.” I told him softly cupping his testicles squeezing them slightly and rolling his little acorns around feeling him quivering beneath my hand.
“That’s it, just enjoy what I’m doing to you and I promise you will love what happens. Just keep your eyes closed and trust me. I’ll walk you through everything.” I leaned close to his ear whispering softly and shifting my grip to his hot little pickle.
The smaller boy cooed and quivered his legs twitching and his feet jerking against the blanket. “Mmmmm…ooooh…ooooh, th…that feels sssooooo nice.” He sighed as I got up on my knees tossing aside the covers exposing his body to the cooler air with goose bumps forming on his pale skin.
Using my thumb and finger I began to stroke his extremely hard erection up and down very slowly letting it glide over the ridge of his small bullet hearing the boy squeak in response as I now twirled his nozzle around giving it a slight pinch. His legs jerked and stiffened and I saw his little acorn sized testicle jolting upwards when his penis got tweaked.
“That’s it Cody. You are doing really good.” I assured him as I began to fondle his warm purse of skin with my left hand that felt oddly supple in my fingers having loosened up a bit because of the warm bath and now being under the warm covers.
It was small; even smaller than a hand ball I suppose, but I guess matched his little bobber so looked kind of cute on him. Even in the soft yellowish glow from his nightlight I could tell the boy had pale porcelain like skin, the little river like channels of veins resembling the waterways in the Netherlands just beneath the surface of his skin. He was a sexy looking boy and I had an erection as well at the moment, but I didn’t feel those types of urges towards him like I did with some of my fellow classmates. I was enjoying pleasuring him, but only because it made the boy feel good and not out of any perverted like feelings on my part.
Cody was squirming and really getting into it as I began to jerk his little gherkin in earnest while he rubbed his tummy sucking it in to stretch it tightly as if trying to eek out more of those tingling sensations. “That’s it Cody, enjoy it. You can feel those tingling sensations along your pecker all the way inside of you. It tingles all over your skin and even down to your toes. It’s going to feel like you have to pee, but you have to trust me like you promised. No matter what happens you won’t pee. It will be so intense that it will feel like you are about to explode but you wont pee. You have to trust me…just go with it and let it happen. It will be the most intense and best feeling you’ve ever had.” I whispered leaning over and kissing his ruby colored lips lightly noticing they were slightly open and had gone slack as my thumb and finger slid easily up and down his reddened blood engorged extremely rigid one and three quarters of an inch nail.
“Mmmmph…I…I,” he squeaked with his body squirming around. “It…it,” he gasped his body quivering and writhing.
It was obvious he was close and without warning it happened. I felt and saw the tip of his plum colored penis suddenly flare wider before it began to jerk around trying to get loose from my grip. Even his acorns leaped upwards actually disappearing inside of him.
“Eeeeep,” the smaller boy’s voice cracked in the grips of his very first orgasm as his body bucked upwards.
There was a slight pause and then his body jolted several more times as his finger sausage began to contract spitting out imaginary cum bullets while his nuggets writhed around in their soft sheath like skin purse. “Uuuuh, uuuumph, uuuuhngh, uuuuugh.” The ten year old boy grunted with beads of sweat having formed on his forehead dampening his silky like blond hair.
With one final heave the small boy’s hips shoved upwards before he collapsed on to the mattress completely spent with his penis softening up in my jerking finger. “Nnnnnhhhhgh,” he protested curling up on his side and shoving my hand away before cupping his privates protectively in his own hands as he tried to recuperate.
Smiling I unhooked the towel around my waist dropping it on the floor and snuggled up next to the boy covering us up with the blanket and wrapping him up in my arms. “W…what just happened?” Cody asked drowsily.
“You just had your first orgasm.” I answered not sure if he understood the word.
“You mean like sex?” He asked yawning and finally not so sensitive down there released himself and cuddled up wrapping his arm around me as well and putting his head on my chest.
“Yeah sort of. How do you feel?” I asked with the boy yawning and smiling sheepishly.
“Good, much better, tired, just nice and cozy.” He answered impishly before adding. “Thanks Latham, that was really nice. I never knew something so nice existed…not really.” He yawned.
“The great thing about it is that you can do the same thing on your own. Just sort of jerk yourself like I did and you can get those pleasant tingly feelings. It’s something nice and special and us older guys sort of…um…anyway.” I tried to explain, but hesitating a bit not knowing how much I should say. “We can talk about it some more later, but right now let’s get some sleep.” I suggested with the other boy already halfway there now that his body had been pilfered and me not far behind feeling cozy with him in my arms.
Just before I fell asleep I detected the bedroom door opening and a soft voice talking to another presence. “They’re already asleep in the same bed. At least we won’t have to worry about Cody having another nightmare tonight.”
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End of Chapter Nineteen: Doing Right By Cody
Coming soon Chapter Twenty: Brothers
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EXCERPT FROM A TIME OF GRIEVING
To my surprise, later on I found out that the Martinson’s had decided to leave Marty buried here by us. They couldn’t afford to have his body transported back and when my grandfather offered to pay for everything saying it was the right thing to do, they kindly declined saying they couldn’t accept that kind of money and were simply grateful to know in the end their son had found someone who cared about him. Of course the death had hit them hard too, but it was something they had gotten used to over the years with not knowing what had become of their oldest son. At least now they could move on with their lives even though there most assuredly was a hole left behind for them as well from this tragedy.
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DOING RIGHT BY CODY
Going back to school had been tough for me, but I did my best to muddle through the days and weeks. For the most part I walked through the hallways and sat quietly in the classrooms in a hazy kind of state, never participating much even the few times when one of my teachers would call on me for an answer to a question. I’d just sit there looking off into empty space ignoring them. It wasn’t anything personal against my teachers, or anyone else for that matter; instead, I had simply blocked anything and everyone out.
We were in the home stretch now with summer vacation knocking on the door as I walked through the hallway making my way to the small reclusive alcove for lunch with Joey. For the most part I was quiet and reserved; not much good company to any of my friends. When I first went back to school most of the kids left me alone not asking much about what happened, but of course rumors were flying wild as they always did in these situations. After a while some of the kids tried to chat with me asking about what happened, but they left sorely disappointed because I never said much. I tried to be polite when I could, but the grief and anger I felt always threatened to be unleashed.
Sometimes I’d feel so hurt inside and begin to cry for no real reason whatsoever. Most of the time I could keep it hidden, but sometimes the smallest of things would set me off and the kids in school would stare at me awkwardly while I tried to control my sobbing and wipe away the tears. The one thing I tried to keep buried deep was my anger. It was directed more towards my failure, but it always threatened to lash out at others so I kept a firm lid on it.
The short visit I had with Tommy that one night had helped a lot I suppose, but it still didn’t make the pain and anger go away completely. It was always there just beneath the surface and I struggled with it every waking moment. I suppose in many ways it is why I withdrew from most everyone, the only real company my own thoughts.
Tossing my lunch bag on the table I sat down across from Joey who smiled at me and gave me his typical bright eyed greeting. We had gotten the grade from our report back and of course there was an “A+” written on the top making me feel guilty. I confronted our teacher on it saying Joey deserved the grade, but not me since he was the one who wrote it up. Of course Joey came to my defense explaining how we had both done the research together with both of us citing all the appropriate references in the paper and the only thing he really did on his own was put it all in proper order and type it up. The teacher agreed with Joey so my grade stuck with me simply shrugging my shoulders and leaving it without further argument. These days I didn’t have the energy.
Sitting there at lunch with Joey’s voice prattling on I stared out the window not much hungry. After several moments he tapped me on the arm handing me one of my sandwiches and ordering me to eat. He always did that, basically emptying out my sack lunch and instructing me to eat something. As always I ate what he put in my hand not even knowing or caring what it was, but just eating it for the sake of doing something.
At the end of the school day I made my way over to the sport’s field and got suited up for practice. Some days I’d participate, other days I wasn’t up for it. Today I took a seat on the bleachers looking out at not much in particular when a voice tugged at the back of my mind and it slowly became clearer as I listened in to the latest rumor being spread around.
“My dad told me that the Marty kid really wasn’t kidnapped again and he wanted to go back because he was like some sex crazed freak. Both him and Latham were like lovers so of course Latham went with him when it came time. Evidently Marty found out where that fat man and woman were staying and got a hold of them and they came and picked him up. Both him and Latham waited at the corner for them. I always knew he was like some freak and I always thought Latham was too and I’ve been trying to tell you guys this all along. Latham’s a fucking prick and is good at bamboozling everyone.” I heard the kid talking wondering if he even knew I was sitting close by.
It was already an outrageous rumor and I tried to ignore it because no one in their right mind would believe this bullshit as the boy continued something about the voice tickling the edges of my thoughts. “This woman was like six or seven hundred pounds. I swear it’s true. My dad showed me the paperwork and everything. She had rolls of fat on her and it’s disgusting, but what is worse is that Marty would fuck her all the time. The fat man would roll back the fat on the woman’s stomach and Marty would climb on top and stick his small pecker inside her and get off. It was like he was addicted to it. After he was done with the woman he’d climb off of her and the man fat man would bend him over and fuck the shit out of Marty.” The other boy began to laugh sadistically making me cringe.
The lie almost made me want to retch as I sat there dumbfounded. “I swear it’s all true, my dad showed me the pictures they took of Marty’s ass and you could tell he had been fucked so many times his asshole was split wide open. It was disgusting. He loved getting fucked and I guess for a while it was alright staying with Latham because he would fuck Marty, but the other little freak missed fucking that fat chick and couldn’t take it anymore so that is why he left, not because he got kidnapped. Those are all lies, my dad told me so and he’s a Sergeant in the police department.” I heard Jimmy our local bully and total fucking douche-bag try to convince others by spreading such filthy lies.
“Oh fuck,” I heard one of the other boys shout out in warning because without realizing it I had walked up the bleachers a few steps up and was looming over Jimmy as the other boy who had been sitting with him suddenly scrambled out of the way.
Without notice I slammed my fist into Jimmy’s face with it snapping backwards as he slipped back into the gap behind where he was sitting. The rage I had been suppressing for so long suddenly broke through and the satisfaction of bone crunching while blood spurting everywhere sent a thrill through my body. I wanted to kill Jimmy for spreading such vicious rumors about Marty. The bully cried out in pain and scrambled for his life tumbling off the end of the bleachers his body falling about five feet on to the ground where it thumped on the pavement really hard.
Everything for me suddenly went into slow motion as I stepped of the edge without any concern landing on my feet next to Jimmy who was struggling to get away. I kicked him hard in the gut flipping him over on to his back with the boy’s eyes bugging out of his head and sheer terror all over his features. I saw the front of his pants go wet spreading outwards when his bladder emptied out from fright. He was hurt pretty bad, gasping for air and tears tumbling from his eyes to mix in with the blood spattered all over his face.
The boy started to scramble backwards, but I planted my foot along his neck pushing some of my weight into it and forcing the boy to grab on to my shoe trying to prevent me from crushing his trachea.
“Stop squirming around you filthy piece of shit or I’ll snap your neck.” I shouted disgustedly my serious threat making him freeze in place with his eyes flaring wide in panic as he looked around for help with none coming anytime soon since most of the kids in our school hated him anyway.
“Your dad is a fucking prick and liar and so are you. Marty wasn’t raped he was stolen from his family and beaten for most of his life. He was a good kind hearted kid and the bravest person I’ve ever known. You just pissed your pants with one punch while he was beaten every single day of his life…sometimes within an inch of dying. He had more character and dignity in his young life than you or your dad will ever achieve no matter how long you live. I swear if you ever mention Marty’s name ever again from that filthy mouth of yours I’ll tear you a new asshole bigger than the Grand Canyon before I tear you limb from limb. So help me Jimmy, just say something…anything…just give me another excuse so I can beat the living shit out of you to give you just a little taste of what Marty had to endure for most of his life you worthless piece of shit.” I was shouting so hard the rage making my head pound again in my skull while Jimmy whimpered balling his eyes out as I purposefully looked down at his crotch noticing him pissing himself for the second time.
“God, you pissed yourself again you disgusting piece of filth. Get the fuck out of my sight.” I ordered releasing my foot off of his throat and when he started to scramble to his feet I placed my foot against his ass and gave it a firm shove so he did a face plant into the cement. Blood was now covering his entire face as he stumbled away.
There were shocked gaping looks on kids all around me as they parted like the red sea when I began to walk away. It happened so fast that by the time coach got there to see what was going on I was already halfway to the locker room. I was filled with rage that just seethed through my very core and by the time coach came into the locker room to confront me I was dressed and pushed past him not answering any of his questions.
He must have seen the expression on my face and shook his head not pressing me any further figuring there were enough witnesses to get answers from anyway. I could tell he sort of had an idea already at what happened and he didn’t seem too upset about it probably figuring Jimmy had it coming. I was sure he’d handle Jimmy’s father when the guy came looking for answers.
Not many staff at the school really liked Jimmy’s dad and weren’t scared of the guy even if he was a cop because they had become disgusted with him and his son over numerous incidents. The kid’s been nothing but trouble for a long time now and the school’s constantly battled with his dad. The man was cocky, but over time the school’s administration had learned how to deal with him keeping a file that they’ve collected over the years with plenty of legal representations which kept the man in check. Most of the cops in the community were really decent, but Jimmy’s dad was simply a rotten apple in the group.
By the time I got home the anger inside of me had faded away leaving me feeling empty, drained, and ashamed how I had stooped to such tactics lowering myself to Jimmy’s level. I suppose the school must have contacted PopPop because he was waiting for me with a grave look on his features. When he confronted me about what happened at school I broke down and between sobs managed to tell him everything letting him know how awful and ashamed I felt about it.
My grandfather wasn’t happy with what happened, but he understood. Jimmy’s dad had already contacted both the school and my grandfather since the prick ran straight home accusing me of jumping him, but evidently the staff over there were already on the case getting statements from about forty classmates who had witnessed it all. To the very last one of them they had provided a completely different version from the prick which supported me and threw Jimmy under the bus. After Jimmy’s dad called the school threatening them they got their lawyers right on the case and also called the Chief of Police informing him of everything.
To my surprise my grandfather told me the Police Chief finally had it with Jimmy’s father and lowered the boom saying if he made any more waves concerning his son in anything from here on out he’d see to it that the guy was assigned to the crappiest posts until he either quit or retired. Jimmy’s dad wasn’t happy, but he got the message and dropped the matter. Once again I had lucked out, but it really didn’t feel like it as I got cleaned up and went to bed early. These days I didn’t have the energy or will to do more than simply exist.
Sleep was my only real release from the burden I felt weighing heavily on my shoulders, but even then I never truly escaped because half the time demons would haunt my dreams. These days I tended to sleep fitfully just about every other day tossing and turning all night long only to wake up in the morning feeling like I had just competed in the iron man competition and then afterwards been in an ultimate fight match with me getting my ass kicked. As I slipped further into my dreams this evening I was having another one of those fitful nights. I wanted to wake up, but it was too late and I had already been snared with the image of Marty forming in my mind just as the fat man lifted his hand with the knife blade glinting cruelly in his fist. I tried to scream seeing Marty’s terrified gaze and his eyes pleading for me to help.
Someone was shaking my shoulders with me sitting bolt upright in my bed suddenly completely awake a strange noise coming from my mouth. “Ahhhh…hhhhuuuuuuu.” I gasped for air so hard somehow being forced awake from this horrible nightmare as a sob escaped my lips at the same time between my harsh rasping intake of breath.
My entire bedroom was spinning around with Pops features swimming in front of me as he gazed into my face with concern. It wasn’t like him to come into my room after I fell asleep. I’m sure he probably checked up on me before going to bed, but it seemed as if it was really late as I glanced at the clock on my nightstand trying to bring it into focus and noticing it was almost midnight.
“How long has this been going on Latham?” Pops asked me as I waved off his concern trying to breathe and get my stomach to settle down.
With being jolted awake so suddenly not only was the room gyrating around but my insides were doing lots of flip flops threatening to make me sick and throw up all over the place. I tried to steady myself by remaining still for a moment and focused on slowing down my breathing which seemed to help because everything stopped moving around in front of my eyes.
Pops pressed the mute button on his phone and lifted it up to his ear. “Yes, Mrs. Atwood I’m sorry but this isn’t a real good time for Latham. He’s really been under the weather and hasn’t been sleeping well either and I just don’t think it is a good…,” my grandfather was saying when I interrupted him.
“What’s wrong, who is it?” I asked with PopPop hesitating and scrutinizing me closely pursing his lips for a moment.
Someone must have been talking on the other end, because he tried to interject. “Mrs. Atwood, I…,” he paused for a second before trying again. “Could you hold on for a moment…,” another pause, “yes, it will just be a moment,” he assured the other person clicking the mute button on the phone again.
“Who’s on the phone?” I asked with him taking a deep breath and placing his hand on my forehead.
“You’re all flushed.” He commented with me nodding my head agreeing, but rolling my eyes indicating he didn’t need to worry any.
“I’ll be fine…I’m already feeling better.” I assured him even though my stomach was still queasy and my brain felt all fuzzy.
My grandfather continued to scrutinize me for several more seconds and then seemed resigned knowing I wouldn’t drop it until he told me what was going on. “Alright,” he exhaled shaking his head in acquiescence. “It’s Mrs. Atkins…um…Cody’s mom. He’s been having a lot of problems…you know…nightmares and stuff. Tonight he had a fit and wouldn’t let his mom and dad get close to him throwing anything and everything at them each time they tried to approach. They are afraid he is going to hurt himself and he’s been yelling for you. He’s really upset about something and evidently it involves you. They are at their wits end and don’t know what to do and was hoping you could help.” He told me with my gut wrenching and a cold hand gripping my heart, once more reminding me of my promise to the other boy.
Tossing aside the covers I climbed out of bed on wobbly legs not concerned that I was completely naked in front of my grandfather. “Tell her we are coming right over.” I instructed weaving almost drunkenly like over towards my dresser feeling Pops eyes watching me closely as I opened up one of the drawers and squirreled up my eyebrows. We hadn’t done any laundry lately so all I had left were boxers as I shrugged grabbing a pair along with some socks.
Twenty minutes later while Pops waited with the Atkins downstairs in their living room, I made my way up the stairs and knocked on Cody’s bedroom door hearing something smashing into it a second later followed by a screeching voice shouting through the closed barrier. “Go away,” the command seemed to bite as I prepared myself.
“Cody, it’s me, Latham.” I spoke up raising my voice so he could hear me.
When there wasn’t a reply I hesitated for a moment and slowly opened up the door sticking my head inside. The place was a mess with smashed toys broken all over the floor around the door. The room itself seemed fairly typical for a ten year old boy with the usual action heroes and sports posters on the wall along with some stuffed animals off to the side and plenty of toys, actually lots of toys.
The room was a fairly large one with two double beds on opposite sides of the room. The Atkins’ house was a nice home and you could tell they had some money. They weren’t like filthy rich or anything, but lived in a good neighborhood where most of the people earned a good living. They weren’t middle class, but not rich either, so sort of in-between and I guess you could say well off.
My eyes did a quick survey of the room before settling on Cody huddled towards the corner of his bed that was up against the wall. He was sitting on his butt with his knees drawn up to his chest and his arms wrapped around them just like the first time I had seen him in that awful abandoned mill. Now though, he had a blanket wrapped over his body guardedly. The memory of the naked boy shivering from both the coldness in the abandoned mill and fright threatened to swallow me up, but I beat it back determined not to fail again.
Slipping inside the room very cautiously while watching for the boy’s reaction I shut the door behind me relieved that he at least hadn’t decided to throw something at my head. “You promised not to leave, that we’d be together when we got to the hospital.” I barely was able to make out the words from the boy’s small voice hearing him sniffling and noticing his eyes watering up.
With tears rolling down my own cheeks I slowly worked my through the shattered pieces of toys scattered on the floor. I had taken off my shoes downstairs out of habit so was only wearing socks and had to be careful not to step on anything sharp. It only took a second or two before I sat down on the edge of his bed not saying anything for a moment. I was gazing down focusing on my sock covered toes as they swirled around in circles along the wooden floor. The room was hot and there was a familiar stale musty odor hanging in the air as if it hadn’t been aired out for years.
“You promised,” I heard him insist and as I glanced sideways noticed he was crying. “You didn’t even look at me when I came up to you at the funeral.” He hiccupped making me feel even more guilty now because I hadn’t even noticed him.
Nodding my head I could only agree. “I know Cody…I’m sorry. I made a lot of promises I shouldn’t have because I keep breaking them and at the funeral I was in a bad place…I’m sorry.” I apologized stifling a sob that threatened to overwhelm me.
We both fell silent in our own thoughts when the boy finally spoke up. “What other promises?” He asked, the question cutting me to the core while seemingly accepting my explanation regarding the funeral.
My eyes flittered back over towards him and lifting my right leg up on the mattress and keeping my left one planted on the ground I shifted my body so I was facing the younger boy. He was staring at me while wiping away the salty wetness from beneath his eyes making me feel ashamed just by the question. I wanted to ignore it, but I was the one who made the admission. It made me wonder why I had even brought it up. Maybe sub-consciously I needed to tell someone else of my guilt because it was eating at me.
Without realizing it I began to talk. “The promises I made to Marty.” I shivered the mere mention of his name sending a guilty shiver up my spine.
“You mean just before he…,” Cody stopped in mid-sentence, but I knew what he meant.
Inhaling deeply I shook my head. “No oddly enough those promises before he died I somehow managed to keep, even though I’d trade them in a heart beat for the other ones I made.” I admitted glancing towards Cody who was still staring at me closely with a frown on his features as if he didn’t understand and I suppose I really wasn’t making much sense. “I promised to protect Marty and told him he’d be safe. I swore nothing bad would happen to him ever again.” I finally managed to get out the room falling silent again as I glanced over noticing the boy deep in thought.
After several long seconds Cody finally spoke again. “Well that’s just stupid; of course you can’t keep a promise like that.” He stated seriously shaking his head while I gaped at him dumbfounded by his candor. “No one can promise something like that and everyone knows what it really means and Marty knew it too. It just simply means you will try to be there for him and do your best. That’s what you did too, the best you could. No one could have done any better and I know Marty knew that in the end. We all did what we could, and you did the most.” He stated emphatically nodding his head and wiping away more tears.
“But I failed Cody…I failed him…and then later I failed you. I know I tried, but I still failed. I couldn’t even keep my simple promise to you about the hospital.” I told the boy placing my face in my hand and sobbing amazed that one single person could have so much tears to give because I’ve cried often over the last several weeks. “I tried Cody, I really did, but I was hurt pretty bad. The doctors said I was bruised up pretty bad all over including damaged ribs making it hard for me to breathe and a concussion which made me all dizzy and woozy. By the time I woke up and sent PopPop looking for you it was too late. Why couldn’t I have woken up sooner and be there for you like I promised.” I told him seriously lifting my head and gazing at him through my tears.
The ten year old boy had a stunned look on his face and it unexpectedly shifted to anguish as he began to sob. “I…I…,” he hiccupped and suddenly tossed off his covers and latched on to me holding on tightly like he had when the rescue crew tried to pull him off of me when they found us.
The boy wrapped his arms around the back of my neck and his legs around my waist reminding me of how it felt having him so close during our trying night as we both embraced one another as if our lives depended on it. “I forgot how they beat you up so badly…oh Latham, how could I forget something like that. I…I should have known you wouldn’t abandon me. I’m so sorry…please forgive me for thinking so awful about you.” He began to cry while I squeezed him fiercely feeling the boy’s damp body leaching through my own as we both fell silent appreciating the closeness that had formed between the two of us as a result of our shared tragedy.
When he latched on to me I was forced to shift around again so my back wouldn’t get tweaked and I now rocked the boy gently back and forth with my legs dangling over the edge of the bed while he sat in my lap. It somehow felt natural with him snuggled up in my arms protectively, the two of us hanging on to one another caringly. It’s how we had kept one another warm on that cold night, comforting each other while we slept.
“Latham,” I heard the boy whispering softly.
“Yeah champ,” I replied using an affectionate kind of term for him since it simply felt right.
“I…I had a bad dream and wet myself.” He whispered softly his warm breath tickling my ear followed by a soft sob.
“I know.” I told him calmly with him stiffening up a little as if surprised.
“H…how’d you know?” He asked with me shrugging and patting his back soothingly feeling the boy relax in my arms again.
“I just do.” I inhaled softly wrinkling my nose because the boy had that stale musty odor I had detected earlier. “I sort of smelled it when I sat on your bed,” I explained, “not to mention you are getting me wet.” I chuckled feeling him stiffening up and start to pull away.
“N…no don’t…please don’t Cody. I don’t care about getting wet. I…I just need to hold you…feel you in my arms. You make me feel better when I can hold you. It reminds me of…of that night. If it weren’t for you…feeling you snuggled up in my arms…I…I would have gone mad. You kept me sane when my entire world was falling apart.” I sighed feeling him respond and hold me closely again.
“Me too Latham…I…I felt the same way. Thanks for coming, I was having a bad night…but…but…it is better now, I think.” He whispered back the silence engulfing us once more while I sat there rocking him in my arms shutting out the world for now and focusing on just him and me.
I don’t know how long we sat there together, but after a while I was feeling much better as if some of the weight of the world had been lifted off of my shoulders. It was comforting having him in my arms and somehow calming with my mind becoming more focused than it had been for a long time. Even the pounding in the back of my skull had all but gone away. I didn’t want to break the mood because I was in a good place now and I sensed Cody was too. Maybe it was simply being able to be together without anything really needing to be said between the two of us.
“How about we get you cleaned up, or should I get your folks?” I asked with him shaking his head no as we both leaned back from each other slightly.
“Please don’t tell them I wet the bed.” He begged me while I shook my head.
“I won’t, but I’m sure they probably know and won’t really care.” I whispered back softly.
“I’m going to be eleven next month Latham. What eleven year old boy wets the bed?” He asked a bit embarrassed.
“One who has horrible nightmares…someone who has gone through something horrible…me…that’s who Cody. I wet the bed too when I was your age after horrible nightmares. Not so often at that age, but it happened.” I whispered back giving him an encouraging smile.
“Really…but…but why would you have horrible dreams?” He asked looking up.
“Does it really matter?” I replied, while I really studied his face for the very first time.
He had a cute small rounded face with large sparkling bright blue almond shaped eyes that were slightly puffy at the moment from crying so much. His thin upper lip which looked serious at the moment had that nice transitional “m” shape with a small little dimple just above his cupid’s bow. His lower lip was much fuller and complimented the shape of his mouth. I could tell he probably had a cute smile that would curve up slightly at the ends when he was happy. Finishing the rest of his main features was his small rounded chin and adorable button-like nose with a small straight bridge and a slight widening of the nostrils.
My close scrutiny now took in some of his other features realizing he kind of had a very wide forehead which I hadn’t really noticed until now. Maybe it was because of his hair. He had medium golden blond hair like cream soda with honey butter highlights. The long disheveled thick full lustrous hair with highlighted fringe and angled layers hung down over his brow and parted on the left sweeping over to the right. It was long along the sides covering his ears and framing his round face with it slightly long in the back as well. In some ways it appeared to make his face look kind of too small for his body depending on how you looked at him. I even noticed now that he had very fine light blonde colored eyebrows.
Some of this I recalled from when I had first met him, but it had never really registered until now just how cute he really was for a boy. I could tell in a couple of years he would have those nice features that would attract all the girls in school. To be blunt, he was destined to become a drop dead gorgeous teenage stud and a hunk of a man as he matured.
Reaching over I brushed some of the stray hair from in front of his eyes and smiled warmly at the boy. “Well, if you are bound and determined not to call your folks then I suppose you should go ahead and scoot over to the bathroom and get cleaned up.” I suggested with his eyes widening and him once more wrapping me up tightly in his arms.
“No, please don’t go.” His voice shook his comment catching me by surprise.
“I…of course not. I wasn’t going to leave just yet.” I offered up with the younger boy releasing me his watery eyes looking into my face still looking a bit concerned as I sighed and shook my head. “Alright, let’s go then and I’ll get your bath started.” I offered up with him giving me a nod and smile before squirming off of my lap.
Standing as well I stood up next to him my eyes quickly sizing him up. It was the first time I really was able to do that because during our captivity and escape there were so many other things going on. He was wearing pajamas that covered his legs and arms and I noticed the darker spot in front where he was all wet clinging to him. I was a good head taller than him with the top of his head coming to about my chin level and probably weighed a good twenty five to thirty pounds heavier. He looked to be about the typical build of a ten year old boy going on eleven.
The little guy grabbed my hand holding it to his chest as if to say thanks before walking me towards the other end of the room both of us careful not to step on anything sharp while he continued to hang on to me. He opened up the door and cautiously looked down the hall and led me to his bathroom. I could here his folks and my grandfather chatting downstairs as we closed the bathroom door behind us.
Walking over towards the bathtub I began running some warm water in it and then turned back around to see him standing there a little nervously. “I…um…maybe I’ll just wait for you…I guess.” I started to scoot past him when he once more wrapped his arms around me.
“N…no…please…I…I…,” he stuttered before finally taking a deep breath and stepping back. “It’s alright…please stay. I mean it isn’t as if you don’t already know I’m puny down there. You’re way bigger down there than me that’s for sure.” He muttered biting his lower lip recalling how we had all been naked as jay birds in captivity and afterwards the two of us cuddled up under the blanket after we escaped.
Exhaling softly I took a seat on the top of the closed toilet lid pulling him over so he was standing in front of me. I don’t know why guys always thought we were so small down there and embarrassed by what we had swinging between our legs, but I didn’t want him to feel that way because from what I could remember he seemed kind of normal down there for his age. It wasn’t as if I had really paid that much attention to his nakedness because I had other things to worry about at the time.
Picking up his left hand I placed my right palm up against his spreading our fingers apart comparing sizes. “Well?” I asked while he looked at me puzzled.
“Well what?” He questioned while I smiled back puckishly.
“What do you notice?” I asked him.
“Um…your hand it’s bigger than mine.” He replied looking at me as if to ask if that was what I wanted to hear as I nodded my head encouragingly.
“Good, and why’s that?” I asked while he scrunched up his eyebrows answering without any hesitation.
“Well…of course because you are older.” He shrugged.
“Exactly, and when you are my age what then?” I asked with him shrugging again.
“I guess it might be about the same size, who knows. I mean it could be smaller or bigger I suppose, but I guess it will be bigger than now.” He pointed out with me nodding my head.
“Exactly, and that is what will happen to your pecker and balls. When you get older they will be bigger and when you are my age they might be a bit bigger or a bit smaller than mine right now. Everyone is different, but it will be bigger than it is now. So you can’t compare what you have down there to mine. I’m sure it is just fine for your age and build, alright?” I asked seeing him blush and nodding his head.
It became a bit awkward again with the water slowly filling up the tub and since the toilet was close to the tub I leaned over and turned it off before sitting up straighter and looking towards him. “Um…so…should we…um…you know…get your dirty pajamas off of you?” I asked with him nodding his head and lifting up his arm indicating for me to remove his pajama top.
Grabbing the bottom of the hem I pulled it up and over his head dropping it on the floor while he put his arms down to the sides and stood there waiting for me. “Um…are you sure?” I asked him with Cody shrugging his shoulders.
“Yeah, sure. Like I said it isn’t something you haven’t seen before.” He offered up while I shrugged as well and reached out not wasting any time and tugged down his bottoms.
He wasn’t wearing any underwear so I pulled on his pajama bottoms slipping them over his boy budgie and down over his thighs until I got to his ankles. Reaching out and placing his hands lightly on my shoulder to steady himself, the boy lifted one leg and then the other stepping out of them completely leaving him standing there utterly naked. Instead of dropping them on the floor I rolled them up finding a dry spot and rubbed it over the front of his hips and thighs including across his small penis and rounded boy bag. I stopped and purposefully took a good long look at his privates noticing how his penis appeared to be about the same thickness as my pinky finger maybe even thinner. It was only about one and a half inch long in its current soft state and looked well proportioned unlike Joey’s whose nozzle was longer than his shaft.
With Cody everything looked balanced in that the glans of his cut penis was about a half an inch long, which was about a third of the size of his shaft. His penis was small, thin, and petite overall, but seemed to fit him just right for his age and size. It didn’t quiet curve over his tight rounded ball sack, but didn’t stick out either from his pale pubic mound.
The blond boy’s hands were still resting lightly on my shoulders and I didn’t want him to feel as if I was literally staring at him. Rather, I wanted him to get the sense I was taking a good look at him, but not in a way that was uncomfortable. My eyes flittered upwards noticing the boy blushing at my overt scrutiny, but he didn’t seem upset at how I was checking him out. I looked sincerely into his bright sparkling blue eyes so he would know I meant what I was about to say.
“Well, nothing really all that small about your pecker. I mean yeah, if you had to compare it to other guys my age or even adults it is small, just a little dinger actually, but I suppose it is pretty typical for a boy your age so…no…not puny at all. I mean I never really paid all that much attention to my little bobber…size wise at your age, but I seem to recall being about the same down there.” I smiled at him with Cody stepping between my legs and pressing his body into mine so he could give me a big tight hug.
“Thank you so much Latham. You always seem to know what to say.” He replied as I wrapped him up in my arms as well, running my hand up and down his naked back feeling a tender soft warm emotion filling up my insides.
There was nothing sexual about the feeling of our embrace even though he was completely naked. I didn’t even think of him in that sort of way. He was a beautiful kid of course and I suppose if he were a few years older it might be different, but the way I felt about him didn’t have anything to do with any sexual desire I’ve been having lately towards other boys.
The two of us separated with his hands resting on my shoulders while mine held him around the waist and I gazed up into his eyes since he was standing and I was sitting. “You do believe me right. I mean what I’m telling you because I’m serious Cody. You are just fine down there size wise for your age and build. In a couple of years your body will begin to change, but right now for your age and build everything is just fine down there.” I assured him with the boy smiling and looking down at his pecker and balls.
“Yeah, I guess you are right. I never really thought about it before until…until…well you know…when we were all naked and I saw how big you were. I guess if I saw some of my other friends they’d probably be a lot like me…huh?” He asked with me shrugging and nodding my head.
“Yeah, I suppose. Anyway, lets get you in the tub.” I suggested with him looking at me shyly and blushing. “What?” I asked with him shrugging his shoulders.
“Um…I got you all wet, maybe you should…uh…join me?” He asked hopefully while I stared at him a bit stunned.
There was nothing sexual about his suggestion and I could tell it was more because he wanted my company and thought it was a good idea for me to get cleaned up as well. “I…um…I’m not sure it is a good idea.” I replied with him frowning looking at me questioningly.
“Why, it’s not as if I haven’t seen you naked either. I mean we even slept naked together.” He offered up, his suggestion clearly not sexually motivated.
Hesitating a moment I looked down at myself realizing my shirt had been soaked through from the front of his wet pajama bottoms pressing up against me and I could tell it had seeped on to my stomach. Strangely enough my tan colored Khaki pants were mostly dry and only slightly damp not soaking through to my underwear, maybe because of how his legs had been wrapped around me with his groin pressing into my stomach. Still, they’d have to be washed when I got home along with my shirt.
“Alright, hop into the bathtub and I’ll peel out of my clothes and join you.” I sighed watching as the boy stepped lightly into the warm water while I shimmied out of my clothes dumping them on the floor and keeping my shirt separated.
The ten year old boy looked over at me and smiled while his eyes seemed to take in my nakedness. “Wow, you are a lot bigger than I remembered and you’ve got some hair down there too. Will I get hair like that too…you know down there?” He asked looking down at himself before taking a seat in the warm water with me chuckling and stepping into the bathtub and sitting down behind him knowing he was probably curious now about all sorts of things.
While he chatted away asking me all sorts of questions which would make most others blush, I shampooed his hair running my fingers through his long hair and answered him honestly. I didn’t make a big issue over his questions not wanting to blow things out of proportion having gotten used to talking about such things earlier with Marty and also some with Joey. By keeping it simple and not making a big issue over it, then there would be no reason for Cody to be ashamed about his body and the way he felt at times. Of course I also kept my answers to what I felt was appropriate for his age.
Tilting his head back I grabbed the cup, scooped up some water, and slowly rinsed out his hair while he leaned back and let me support him with my hand. Getting the soap out of his hair I leaned over and kissed the tip of his cute little nose with the boy giggling lightly. The mood between us had changed from one of sadness and pain to something a little brighter and enjoyable as we enjoyed one another’s company leaving behind some of the past that was haunting us.
The boy sat back up and I put some liquid soap into my hands running it over his shoulders and back noticing just how soft and smooth his skin felt beneath my fingers. “Mmmmm, that feels nice.” He sighed contentedly while I smiled giving him a slight nudge with him getting the hint and curling his legs beneath him before shifting his weight on to his knees effectively lifting his torso, butt, and upper legs out of the water.
The boy really had very beautiful soft skin and the cutest rounded little dimpled dumplings making me smile and shake my head. This was one boy who was surely destined to make both guys and girls his age horny for him. Grabbing some more liquid soap I ran them over his cute rounded rosy colored apples hearing him giggle and look over his shoulders at me.
“What?” I asked with him smiling.
“Nothing, just no one’s ever cleaned me before…I mean…not that I can remember. I’m sure my mom did when I was real little, but no one since…you know…since I was old enough to wash on my own.” He explained.
“Oh…yeah…um…should I continue or would you rather finish up on your own?” I asked with him looking at me for a second before shrugging his shoulder.
“I don’t mind…not since it is you. I kind of like it.” He added turning his head back around as if to say I should continue.
Shaking my head I soaped his butt up really well making sure to clean away any of the sticky piss that had probably gotten to him back there while he was sleeping. Hesitating for a moment I shrugged putting more liquid soap on my hands and running them along his legs noticing the boy automatically shift and spread them apart so I could get his inner thighs as well. I could feel the back of my hands brushing up against his soft bag and he started slightly at the contact, but didn’t say anything not even when it happened again this time not flinching at the minor contact. I rinsed him off and then nudged him to turn around.
He swiveled around on his knees no longer embarrassed by his wet penis and ball sack being exposed to me. I began working on his chest and arms soaping and rinsing them off like I had done on his shoulders and back. When I looked into his face Cody had his eyes closed and seemed to be enjoying getting washed up by someone else. I smiled and ran soap over his stomach and the top of his pubic mound noticing his penis begin to plump up. Suddenly Cody jerked and clamped his hands over the front of himself as he blushed looking extremely embarrassed.
“I…I,” his eyes flared out wildly and he looked a little frightened about popping a stiffie in front of me and I understood how embarrassing and scary it could be at his age so I tried to reassure him about it.
“It’s alright Cody. I mean it is natural for that to happen. Mine does the same thing all the time and it doesn’t mean it has to be because of sex or anything. You don’t have to be ashamed in front of me for popping a stiffie. Mine’s hard right now too.” I admitted realizing at some point I had gotten stiff down below as well.
To my surprise I realized it’s been a while since I’ve actually had an erection. This one really didn’t have anything to do in regards to it being sexually motivated, but just due to the situation of what I was doing. I didn’t have any urge to do anything sexual with Cody, not like the feelings I had been getting around some of my other friends and stuff.
“Really?” He asked looking down between my legs at my erection beneath the surface of the water.
You couldn’t really make anything out clearly beneath the water, but it was obvious I had a hard-on and Cody’s eyes widened in surprise. “Wow that is like way huge. Can I see it?” He asked while I hesitated a moment before lifting up my hip above the water with my thick erection floating on the surface for a moment. “Whoa, that is like wickedly cool.” He said removing his hands from in front of his own balls and penis looking at himself before glancing back over towards mine as if comparing sizes. “Mine’s got a lot of growing to do.” He giggled looking into my eyes making me burst out laughing and shaking my head as I sat back into the water.
“Well, I’m sure you will have plenty of growth spurts between now and when you are thirteen going on fourteen.” I chuckled. “At least you have something to look forward to now.” I teased running my hand over his wet hair while he smiled at me.
“Thanks Latham…you are so cool. No one else would have told me and shown me this stuff. I’m glad you came over tonight.” He added seriously while I nodded my head.
“Me too champ.” I replied honestly putting some soap in my hand and reaching between his legs running them over his erection and ball sack which wasn’t so tight anymore and actually had some sagginess to them from the warm water.
I didn’t linger long down there noticing that what I was doing didn’t really send the usual sexual thrill through my insides. It was still a little naughty, but in a different way than it felt with Joey when I ran my hand over his little cocklet and fruit basket. I didn’t want this to become awkward so only made sure he was clean down there before releasing him; although, it was long enough to feel how he had a really stiff erection with testicles about the size of acorns. I did try avoiding staring at his playpen though so it wouldn’t make him feel too uncomfortable as I grabbed the cup and rinsed him off motioning for him to go ahead and sit back down. Cody seemed relaxed about the whole situation and sat back down between my legs with his back turned towards me. I quickly soaped up my stomach since that’s where I had gotten his pee over me and rinsed off before reaching over to pull the stopper on the tub. With the water draining out of the tub I stood up and grabbed a towel.
The younger boy watched as I stood up and toweled my upper body off no longer sporting an erection. He scrutinized me even closer when I ran the towel over my large heavy scrotum and penis before wrapping it around my hips and stepping lightly out of the tub and onto the soft little carpeted padding next to the tub. Grabbing another towel I motioned for Cody to stand up and I toweled off his wet hair and then rubbed the rest of him dry. I even ran the towel between his legs drying him off down there like I had done myself before lifting him out of the tub. I wrapped the soft cloth around his waist, combed his wet hair with my fingers, and bent over picking up his soiled pajamas and my clothes before heading back to his room.
When we stepped inside we noticed it had been cleaned up a little with the floor being swept clean of his broken toys and his bed stripped of his dirty sheets leaving it uncovered so the mattress could dry. The covers on the other bed were pulled back indicating he was to sleep there for tonight. We walked over and Cody picked up a note sitting on top of his pillow furling his eyebrows.
“It’s for you.” He stated handing it over to me so I could read it.
“Well, evidently Pops left saying I could spend the night and your folks say once I get you tucked into bed I can come downstairs and they’ll show me to the guest room.” I shrugged with the boy smiling happily.
“That’s nice,” He yawned with me feeling the same way as if I was suddenly really tired.
I was going to ask him if he wanted to get a clean pair of pajamas to put on, but Cody simply let the towel drop to the floor and crawled into bed naked. “Will you stay and hold me until I fall asleep?” He asked me hopefully.
“Yeah, I can do that for you.” I responded picking up his damp towel and wrapping it around his soiled pajamas before setting them off to the side and turning off the light.
Setting my own clothes down on one of the chairs I crawled on top of his covers laying on my side next to him and wrapping my left arm under his neck and around his shoulder while placing my right arm across his chest pulling him closer to me. We snuggled up close together as I breathed in his nice clean scent. He smelled like I remembered from that fateful night, but intermingled with his personal scent I could smell the clean soapy smell from our recent bath. It’s strange how lately I’ve been focused on how boys smelled picking up on the subtle differences that was unique to each individual person.
It was quiet in the room and I began to settle down when Cody began to get fidgety. I let him wriggle around, but he couldn’t seem to settle down and kept tossing and turning. After about fifteen minutes I lifted up my head and looked over at him.
“What’s wrong? Why are you squirming around so much?” I asked gently.
“Nothing, it’s just…I don’t know. I can’t seem to get to sleep all of a sudden.” He responded.
“Oh…well maybe I should leave if you can’t get settle down.” I offered up looking into his face his little night lamp giving off enough light to see his features.
The boy’s eyes got real big all of a sudden and began to well up. “N…no please…I…I’ll behave…I promise.” He panicked catching me by surprise because that isn’t how I meant it to come across as I immediately reached out and held him in my arms.
“N…no Cody…I didn’t mean it that way. I’m sorry. I don’t want to upset you. I just meant if you can’t get to sleep because of me then I’d leave you alone so you can get settled down. That’s what I meant. I wasn’t mad at you or anything, just worried.” I told him feeling the boy sigh and relax in my arms.
“I’m sorry Latham I should have known you weren’t being mean. It’s just I like having you close to me; especially, tonight. It means a lot…I mean it.” He tried to explain. “It’s just, all of a sudden I’m not tired and I don’t know why. I mean…I’m tired, but…I don’t know…maybe all worked up too.” He tried to explain while I furled my eyebrows in thought knowing the feeling
Sometimes when I had that same kind of nervous energy and couldn’t get to sleep even when I was dead tired, the only way I would be able to settle down was after I’ve busted a nut. Cody was having that same kind of nervous energy now making me wonder if perhaps fondling him innocently in the bathtub had now suddenly kicked things into motion inside of his little body. I was about his age when I actually started doing some sexual things to myself in order to release some pent up energy. Back then I really didn’t know what I was doing. I’m sure he didn’t really know that perhaps he was having some of those same sexual types of urges like I had at his age making him all fidgety like.
Looking over at the cute boy I sighed sympathetically getting a little nervous with what I was about to propose for the boy. “Um…Cody…do you trust me?” I asked him sincerely with the boy scrunching up his face as if to say are you kidding, but nodding his head noticing the look on my face realizing this was something serious.
“Of course.” He replied with a questioning look.
“I mean…really trust me that I wouldn’t do anything to upset or hurt you and I don’t mean physically per se?” I asked with him getting a little worried but nodding yes.
“I know that Latham, but now you are scaring me a little.” He added seriously while I smiled at him reassuringly.
Lifting up my hips, I tugged on his blanket crawling under the covers next to him while he watched me. He was lying on his back and I scooted closer placing my right hand on his chest and looking into his eyes before leaning over to kiss him warmly on the cheek.
“You trust me right?” I asked again my hand rubbing his chest with the boy shivering at the contact and nodding his head again.
“I trust you Latham.”
“Then close your eyes.” I whispered softly with him doing as he was told while my right hand ran down across his stomach now. “Don’t be afraid. Does that feel good?” I asked with a small smile crossing his features as he nodded.
“Mmmm, really nice.” He whispered back.
“That’s good, but this is where you have to trust me Cody. I’m going to do something that is going to make you feel really good, but you have to trust me and not panic. I promise nothing bad is going to happen and the way you feel now will feel even better. Do you still trust me?” I asked my hands running along his lower stomach and just above the upper part of his smooth pubic mound.
“Y…yes…if it feels better than this then yes.” He responded moaning softly his legs squirming around beneath the covers.
Slowly I let my hand dip down and run across his penis which was completely hard feeling his hips bucking at the sensuous contact.
“Oooh…oh,” he hissed. “It…it tickles,” he giggled keeping his eyes closed and squirming a little.
“It’s supposed to.” I told him softly cupping his testicles squeezing them slightly and rolling his little acorns around feeling him quivering beneath my hand.
“That’s it, just enjoy what I’m doing to you and I promise you will love what happens. Just keep your eyes closed and trust me. I’ll walk you through everything.” I leaned close to his ear whispering softly and shifting my grip to his hot little pickle.
The smaller boy cooed and quivered his legs twitching and his feet jerking against the blanket. “Mmmmm…ooooh…ooooh, th…that feels sssooooo nice.” He sighed as I got up on my knees tossing aside the covers exposing his body to the cooler air with goose bumps forming on his pale skin.
Using my thumb and finger I began to stroke his extremely hard erection up and down very slowly letting it glide over the ridge of his small bullet hearing the boy squeak in response as I now twirled his nozzle around giving it a slight pinch. His legs jerked and stiffened and I saw his little acorn sized testicle jolting upwards when his penis got tweaked.
“That’s it Cody. You are doing really good.” I assured him as I began to fondle his warm purse of skin with my left hand that felt oddly supple in my fingers having loosened up a bit because of the warm bath and now being under the warm covers.
It was small; even smaller than a hand ball I suppose, but I guess matched his little bobber so looked kind of cute on him. Even in the soft yellowish glow from his nightlight I could tell the boy had pale porcelain like skin, the little river like channels of veins resembling the waterways in the Netherlands just beneath the surface of his skin. He was a sexy looking boy and I had an erection as well at the moment, but I didn’t feel those types of urges towards him like I did with some of my fellow classmates. I was enjoying pleasuring him, but only because it made the boy feel good and not out of any perverted like feelings on my part.
Cody was squirming and really getting into it as I began to jerk his little gherkin in earnest while he rubbed his tummy sucking it in to stretch it tightly as if trying to eek out more of those tingling sensations. “That’s it Cody, enjoy it. You can feel those tingling sensations along your pecker all the way inside of you. It tingles all over your skin and even down to your toes. It’s going to feel like you have to pee, but you have to trust me like you promised. No matter what happens you won’t pee. It will be so intense that it will feel like you are about to explode but you wont pee. You have to trust me…just go with it and let it happen. It will be the most intense and best feeling you’ve ever had.” I whispered leaning over and kissing his ruby colored lips lightly noticing they were slightly open and had gone slack as my thumb and finger slid easily up and down his reddened blood engorged extremely rigid one and three quarters of an inch nail.
“Mmmmph…I…I,” he squeaked with his body squirming around. “It…it,” he gasped his body quivering and writhing.
It was obvious he was close and without warning it happened. I felt and saw the tip of his plum colored penis suddenly flare wider before it began to jerk around trying to get loose from my grip. Even his acorns leaped upwards actually disappearing inside of him.
“Eeeeep,” the smaller boy’s voice cracked in the grips of his very first orgasm as his body bucked upwards.
There was a slight pause and then his body jolted several more times as his finger sausage began to contract spitting out imaginary cum bullets while his nuggets writhed around in their soft sheath like skin purse. “Uuuuh, uuuumph, uuuuhngh, uuuuugh.” The ten year old boy grunted with beads of sweat having formed on his forehead dampening his silky like blond hair.
With one final heave the small boy’s hips shoved upwards before he collapsed on to the mattress completely spent with his penis softening up in my jerking finger. “Nnnnnhhhhgh,” he protested curling up on his side and shoving my hand away before cupping his privates protectively in his own hands as he tried to recuperate.
Smiling I unhooked the towel around my waist dropping it on the floor and snuggled up next to the boy covering us up with the blanket and wrapping him up in my arms. “W…what just happened?” Cody asked drowsily.
“You just had your first orgasm.” I answered not sure if he understood the word.
“You mean like sex?” He asked yawning and finally not so sensitive down there released himself and cuddled up wrapping his arm around me as well and putting his head on my chest.
“Yeah sort of. How do you feel?” I asked with the boy yawning and smiling sheepishly.
“Good, much better, tired, just nice and cozy.” He answered impishly before adding. “Thanks Latham, that was really nice. I never knew something so nice existed…not really.” He yawned.
“The great thing about it is that you can do the same thing on your own. Just sort of jerk yourself like I did and you can get those pleasant tingly feelings. It’s something nice and special and us older guys sort of…um…anyway.” I tried to explain, but hesitating a bit not knowing how much I should say. “We can talk about it some more later, but right now let’s get some sleep.” I suggested with the other boy already halfway there now that his body had been pilfered and me not far behind feeling cozy with him in my arms.
Just before I fell asleep I detected the bedroom door opening and a soft voice talking to another presence. “They’re already asleep in the same bed. At least we won’t have to worry about Cody having another nightmare tonight.”
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End of Chapter Nineteen: Doing Right By Cody
Coming soon Chapter Twenty: Brothers
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