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Cody

I ran out of the house the next day. It was ten thirty in the morning, and Rafael still hadn’t woken up. Good. My heart pounded as I passed his door and scampered down the stairs.

I kept telling myself that I didn’t like what happened the night before—that it was just hormones. My testosterone was raging after the fight we had at the park. That’s it!

My hope was that Rafael would wake up, and everything would be as it was—we’d hate each other and just forget about the…whatever the hell that was. It would never happen again. Period.

I called Theo and told him my stepbrother was driving me crazy—not a lie—and that I needed to get out of the house.

We met at the driving range because Theo wanted to practice his swing. Theo was as big as an ox and had probably just as many brain cells. He played defense for the Vipers and had this Vin Diesel quality. Girls loved him and he had no qualms talking about his man-whoring ways.

“Sounds like he needs to get some pussy.” Theo, eloquent as usual, swung his driver, launching the golf ball. I stood to the side, not hitting anything. I wasn’t much of a golfer, and I couldn’t focus on hitting the ball even if I wanted to.

“I don’t know if he needs pussy.” To be frank, Rafael seemed like he needed ass. My ass. That shouldn’t have excited me. Fuck, what I am doing?

Theo shook his head and chuckled. “Nah, dude, good pussy fixes all.”

“What if someone is gay?” I asked.

Theo faltered when I asked the question, slicing the ball right. “Fuck!”

“Dude, not so loud. There are other people here,” I chided.

“Who cares, I paid my fare for admission.” Theo swapped his driver for a nine iron. “Is the dude gay?”

“Who? Oh. No. I mean, I don’t know. We don’t really know each other,” I said.

Theo shrugged and said, “Well, if he is, maybe he can fuck Asher.”

That shouldn’t have made me burn with jealousy, but it certainly did. Asher was our center. We’d grown up together on the rough side of town before Mom married Hank. “Do you think Asher is gay?”

Theo stood straight up and looked at me. “Look, I’m not trying to spread gossip. I ain’t a bitch, you know? But he’s pretty as fuck and never dates or sleeps around.”

Asher’s sexuality never crossed my mind. We were similar in our incredible focus; he wanted to be the best, just like me. He had developed a close relationship with Coach Hughes, who discovered him playing street hockey and recruited him for the Vipers. Hughes even spoke to some of our local sponsors about securing a scholarship for him so he could afford the gear. I knew Asher appreciated the help and worked his ass off to make Hughes proud.

“Maybe he’s asexual or something.” The idea of Asher being with Rafael made me uncomfortable, and I wanted Asher to be anything but interested in Rafael.

“I don’t know, but he sure isn’t gettin’ any. I ask around.” Theo grabbed his water and squirted his face like he’d been hitting balls for hours. It had only been twenty minutes, tops.

“If you ask me, I think you have a thing for Asher. You seem awfully interested in his sex life.”

Theo wiped his face with his arm, his biceps flexing. “He’s pretty as fuck. If I were drunk enough…”

“You’re a pig, you know that?” I asked.

He fucking snorted at me, and I couldn’t stop the laugh that rang out of me. My phone buzzed, so I reached into my pocket to see what was up.

Asshole: Get here. Now.

The fuck? Rafael’s text made that knot twist in my stomach. Get here? Who the fuck does he think he is? No, absolutely not. He turned the shower on me—fucking humiliated me just for fun. To hell with him and his mind games. Rafael didn’t control me, and I sure as hell wasn’t his.

I’d show him. I pulled the phone out of my pocket, ready to give that son of a bitch a piece of my mind. I was going to let him have it.

Me: I’m busy…

Alright, maybe I didn’t let him have it , but I showed willpower, and, for that, I was proud. I put my phone back in my pocket, feeling mighty good about myself, until it buzzed again. I didn’t know why I couldn’t stop myself from looking, but I couldn’t.

Asshole: Be a good boy and do what you’re told

Good boy? My heart thudded in my chest, pumping the blood directly to my cock that started growing. What is this? My body grew hot. The heat traveled in waves throughout my body, causing my head to spin. I felt lightheaded. He texted again.

Asshole: Stop thinking. Get here.

Fuck, why did that do it? Jesus Christ, what’s happening to me? Was I really going to bail on my friend? Just walk out, get in my car and hurry home because that fucking prick told me to?

Yes.

“Hey, my mom texted. I gotta get back.” I lied.

Me: On my way…

Asshole: Good boy

Fuck. Me.

“Sure thing, man.”

I didn’t even look at Theo. I just made a beeline for my car. I wasn’t in control anymore. I was on autopilot, and the destination was set to Rafael.

Rafael

I awoke with a fully loaded rifle between my legs and one target on my mind: Cody’s asshole. I couldn’t stop thinking about the way he bent over and slid off his boxers, and I wanted to see it again.

Hank and Jill were at a farmers’ market or some bullshit. Cody must have run off, but, being the good boy he was, he came running when I texted him.

I knew I had him wrapped around my finger.

It hadn’t been my intention to mess with him again so soon, but the power I felt the night before was undeniable. Watching him fall to pieces in the shower was just too fucking good. There was something especially satisfying about seeing Cody lose control. I didn’t know why I loved it so much. Maybe it was the simple fact that he was Hank’s stepson, or perhaps it was because it was just so fucking wrong. I was corrupting him—turning him into a little dick slut right under Hank and Jill’s noses.

I felt like the villain in some after-school special. Cody had it all going for him: straight A student, a hockey player, a loving son. Then he met…RAFAEL! *cue dramatic music*

That’s when it all fell apart. Cody became a slut! A harlot! He missed class. He skipped practice. He turned his back on his mother. All because his stepbrother’s cock was just that fucking good.

I laughed like a maniac when I heard the car pull into the driveway. I looked out the window, and there he was—all stiff and flustered. I could see the war that was raging in his head. But I hate him! What am I doing? Blah, blah, blah.

The front door closed, so I greeted the little Golden Boy downstairs. His eyes met mine as I made my descent.

“Rafael. Look, I—”

“Shut the fuck up,” I snapped. I stalked across the living room, closing the distance between us. “Where were you?” I asked.

Cody blinked. The question had caught him off guard. “I-I went out.”

“Yeah, no fuck, you went out. With whom?”

“Um…Theo.”

I folded my arms across my chest. “Did I say you could go out? Did you ask me?”

His face turned bright red. “I don’t have to ask you.”

Mmm, that was the answer I wanted. Let’s whip this boy into shape. “Oh, yeah? You don’t, huh?”

Cody’s breath accelerated, and his eyes couldn’t stop blinking, as if looking at me hurt. “Yeah. Why do I need to ask you?”

I cocked my head to the side, feigning like he asked the most idiotic question in the world. “Because I own you.”

That pissed him off. Oh, he looked so indignant. He huffed and puffed and wanted to spit out something hateful, but I stopped him mid-thought when I pressed my lips against his ear and whispered, “Take your fucking clothes off.”

Cody turned white. His eyes fluttered, and his breathing all but stopped. There was that war in his head again, raging with cannons and tanks and a bitchy general with Jill’s voice begging him not to sully his sweet, good-natured soul. Too late.

“I won’t ask again, Cody.” I continued. “You want it. I know you do.” I leaned back so he could see my shit-eating grin. “And you know you do too.”

His eyes—God, they looked so vulnerable. He wanted so badly to hate me, but he knew I was right. He wanted this. Bad.

“Now, be a good boy and take off those stupid fucking clothes.”

Cody’s eyes squeezed shut. He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and began unbuttoning his shirt.

I knew I’d prevail.

His shirt fell to the ground, revealing his big chest and chiseled arms. The veins on his forearms flexed as he undid his belt and zipper, then slid the pants down.

He had on a goofy pair of boxer briefs with palm trees. It was all too perfect. He was too perfect. Everything about him was made for a teenage sitcom, and here I was turning him into a fucking whore in his parents’ living room. I loved it.

Cody stood before me, completely naked. His chest rose and fell as he awaited my next order.

“Such a good boy,” I mused as I pinched his cheek. “On all fours.”

He stuttered out, “H-here?”

My brow raised as my impatience grew. “Yeah. Here.”

He looked around the room. “B-but…Mom and—”

“They’re not here, and, if you don’t want them to catch you naked with your stepbrother, then you better hurry the fuck up.”

Uncertainty laced his features, but he finally succumbed to the urge and got on all fours right there on Jill’s dumbass carpet.

I maneuvered behind him and spread his cheeks with my hands. Cody’s ass was so pale and his pink hole looked so fucking tasty. I knew I liked pussy, but did I ever get this excited over it? Whatever. I guessed I truly was having a bi-awakening. Cody’s ass was doing very different things to me than Bucky’s mouth did. That didn’t feel like a bi-awakening. Bucky had been a means to an end. Cody was a feast, and I was ready to devour him.

His waist was svelte, and his ass was big and beautiful. He had a hockey player’s ass. Long hours balancing on skates and speeding up and down the rink does wonders for a guy’s ass, and Cody’s was a prime example of that.

I spread his cheeks apart with both hands and dove into him. I licked his hole with long, hard strokes of my tongue. I wasn’t teasing or tickling him. I wanted to see Cody undone.

His soft mewling evolved into a low moan as I began teasing him with my tongue. The little slut started pushing back, chasing the sensation. My hands found his hips, pulling him against my face as I drove my tongue as deep as I could. I stopped licking him when the urge to slap his ass overtook me. I did, and my handprint quickly turned red. Fuck, I became an animal the moment I saw it.

I leaned back and spit on his hole before taking a bite of his ass. Nothing hard. Not enough to break the skin, but enough to sate my desire to own him fully.

Cody’s neck arched back, a cry of ecstasy coming from deep within echoing off the walls. He turned back to look at me. Cody’s perfect ass combined with his face turning back to look at me with eyes full of wonder was a sight to behold.

I reached into my pocket and grabbed the packet of lube. I’d gotten it from some safe sex booth I visited at a community day fair in Greenwich. I ripped it open with my teeth and lathered my fingers. I squeezed the rest over Cody’s asshole. His breath hitched as the lube dripped down his winking hole.

“Rafael…what are you—”

“I’m not gonna fuck you today,” I interrupted. “But we’re getting you ready for the day that I do. Should I ever want to use this fucking hole for my pleasure. Would you want that? Would you want my thick cock squeezing into your little pussy?”

Cody said nothing. He just breathed heavily. The tension released from his limbs as his muscles flexed. The knots in his neck and shoulders unwound as I spoke the filthiest fucking things to him.

“No, today, we’re just gonna tease your pink little hole. You want that? You want my fingers inside you? Are you ready to give your ass up to your stepbrother?”

He whimpered, and it was just so fucking delicious. God, being his undoing was more fun than anything I’d ever done, and, baby, I’d had some fucking fun in my life.

I pressed my lips against his ear and whispered, “Say the word, Cody.”

The sound that came out of him next was closer to a sob than a whimper. He was fighting. I could feel it, but I knew I’d win. I knew he wanted this, but he needed to say it.

I whispered again, “Say the word, Cody.”

He spoke on a gasp, “Yes…”

“Good boy.”

With that, I rubbed the lube on his eager hole, massaging the opening. I slowly pushed a finger into his ass and felt the warmth of his hole envelop it. His breath hitched, and he raised his back in response.

“Nuh uh,” I scolded. “Arch that back.”

His voice was shaky as his breathing accelerated. That back arched once more, giving me the perfect image of Cody with his ass in the air just begging for me to use him.

I began sliding my finger in and out of him, and his soft mewling grew louder. My finger curled, searching for his prostate. I knew I’d found it when he released a cry. Bingo.

I inserted another before he could protest, and, with both fingers, I began massaging his prostate. I pressed down on it, rubbing my fingers on the area. Cody’s moaning filled the room. His back glistened with sweat.

I picked up the speed and fucked him with my fingers. He lowered his head to the ground and moaned into his mom’s hideous carpet. My cock raged in my pants. I wanted nothing more than to slide my cock inside him. I wouldn’t today. We needed to build up to it. He needed to want it. Fuck that. I wanted him to need it. He’d be begging me to use his ass in time.

I couldn’t ignore my cock, though. So, as I fucked Cody with my fingers, I pulled out my dick and began stroking.

“Stroke your cock, Cody. Come for me.”

His hand reached for his dick and he pumped with fervor. I watched him jerk off, and I started pumping my cock in time with him. My fingers pressed harder on his prostate, and he howled in ecstasy.

My time was coming. I was going to come soon. I pulled my hand out of Cody’s ass and shot my load on his hole. He came the minute my cum landed on him. Thick ropes stained the paisley carpet beneath him.

I swear my vision turned white when I came. Never in my life had I orgasmed like that. From the way Cody collapsed on the floor, I could tell he was pretty fucking satisfied too.

I put my dick away and ambled over to the kitchen to grab the paper towels.

When I returned, I tossed the roll on the floor beside him.

“Clean up your mess,” I said. “Wouldn’t want mommy seeing all that cum on the floor.”

With that, I grabbed his car keys and left.