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Rafael

It was late November. Cody and I decided to revisit the cabin over the Thanksgiving break.

We were both in talks with coaches from different college teams and were doing our damnedest to play for the same one. We positioned ourselves as a packaged deal, and I was cautiously optimistic that either Calahan University or Montier College, both with excellent teams, would take the deal.

I’d started family therapy with Dad and Mom in addition to my one-on-one therapy sessions. It was slow-going but necessary, and Dad even invited Mom for Thanksgiving. She politely declined. The invitation and her graciousness in declining were both themselves signs of major progress in remedying what had evolved into a highly acrimonious relationship.

We arrived at the rickety A-frame just after nightfall. It was, indeed, freezing.

“Holy hell,” I said. “Never thought I’d miss the days when this thing felt like a sauna.”

Cody pranced upstairs to drop off our duffels, “I’ll take these to our room.”

“Crank up one of the space heaters in the bedroom,” I called out.

“Already working on it. Get the heater down there working, okay?”

The small space heater was in my backpack, nestled beside the box containing my little surprise for Cody.

I plugged it into the wall outlet and turned it on. Please, don’t let this place go up in flames.

Two heaters running at once in this place seemed like an invitation to trouble. I had to remember to turn the one in the living room off before we went to bed. Cody and I hadn’t gone through hell and back just to go up in flames for fuck’s sake.

“Hey, can you help me with something?” Cody called out.

“Coming.” I took one last look at the heater. You better not burn this shit to the ground. I cupped my hands, warming them with my breath as I walked up the stairs.

I opened the door to find Cody blindfolded, his hands behind his back. He wore a black and neon-green jockstrap. The bedside lamps illuminated him from behind, surrounding him in the ethereal glow that always seemed to find him.

Fuck. Me.

“Look at you. What a bad boy I’ve got on my hands.”

“I am a bad boy, sir.” Hearing Cody call me sir never got old.

I circled to see his perfect ass on full display. Cody had actually gotten himself into handcuffs.

“Fuck, angel. You look perfect right now.”

There was a present set before him. “Open your gift,” he said.

I couldn’t imagine anything more perfect than what knelt before me on the bed, but I unwrapped the gift and opened the long, slender box.

“Oh, Cody…” I lifted the riding crop from the box, flexing the pliable shaft and rubbing my fingers along the leather flap.

“You like it?” he asked.

I couldn’t help but chuckle. Yeah, I fucking liked it. More than that. God, this boy was too perfect.

Cody loved dom/sub play—my kinky little angel.

My shirt hit the floor first. “Rafael?” Cody couldn’t see or hear me. His body trembled, waiting for how I’d respond to the crop.

I slowly unzipped my pants, the sound of the zipper turning Cody’s attention in my direction. He released a devilish smirk. Time to play.

“Yeah, I like it.” I climbed onto the bed and knelt in front of him. I closed the distance between us. He shivered as I explored his body, the warmth of my exhalation creating goosebumps on his cool skin. My face approached his hard nipple. Without warning, I squeezed it between my teeth. His breath hitched. His mouth fell open, accentuating his beautiful lips. I made my way to his face and licked his lower lip. “The safe word is rutabaga.”

He nodded while leaning forward, chasing my kiss, but I cracked his ass with the crop.

The pain made him gasp, and he leaned back in response to the punishment. With his back arched and his face directed upward, he looked like a Greek statue.

“I tell you when you get to kiss me.”

“Yes, sir,” he replied.

My sadistic chuckle filled the room. “Good boy.”

I pushed him face down on the bed with speed. Cody lay flat on his stomach, and I ran the leather flap along his skin. He hummed with pleasure. It was all about the element of surprise.

The flap explored his shoulders, back, ass, and legs. I ran it along his arms and the back of his head before giving his ass another crack. His body shook as he released a guttural grunt.

The sound was so fucking hot. I gave Cody four more swats, two for each cheek. My cock throbbed watching him writhe on the bed.

I maneuvered between his legs and spread his ass cheeks. Mmm, so pretty. With the thumb and index finger of my left hand, I kept his cheeks spread, providing access to his opening, and gave him a hole spanking.

He released a wail that evolved into a moan. “Good?” I asked.

“Yes, sir.”

I slapped his asshole again. Then, I developed a rhythm, dividing my focus between whipping his asshole and his cheeks. He howled, a mix of pain and delight.

I was feral. Nothing was hotter than seeing Cody squirm. After everything that had happened between us - the journey from something toxic to something beautiful - I still loved making the little shit squirm. But now, I did it lovingly.

I pressed my face into his ass and licked his hole, swirling my tongue around the edge. Cody was gaping for me. My tongue fucked him while I continued dragging the crop along his skin.

The lube was on the bedside table. I reached for it and poured a healthy amount into Cody’s hole.

I slicked up my cock then lifted him by his hips so he was kneeling again.

I wanted him doggy, but his hands were cuffed. I had no other choice.

“Open your mouth,” I commanded. I placed the shaft of the crop between his teeth. “Bite.”

Cody obeyed because he was such a good fucking boy. My good boy.

I lined my cock to his hole and slowly breached his opening. I gripped his hair to ensure he didn’t collapse forward from the mix of pleasure and pain. Once fully sheathed, I released his hair, and my hands gripped either side of the crop.

My cock slid in and out of Cody while I gripped the crop wedged between his teeth. I pulled him against me, forcing him to fuck himself on my cock.

Cody didn’t moan anymore. It was one continuous guttural groan that changed in pitch with each time I pumped my cock inside him.

I pulled my cock out completely, then pushed it back in to the base. “Fuck, Cody. Fuck, it’s so good.”

His whole body was drenched in sweat as I used him for my pleasure. I let go of the crop, and he fell flat. I braced myself on the bed and fucked him into the mattress.

“Cody, I’m gonna come.”

He still bit down on the crop, so his response was a muddled string of gibberish, but he definitely nodded. The pleasure throbbed at the root of my cock signaling my impending release.

I erupted inside Cody, my vision going white as I pumped him full of cum.

My body collapsed on top of him, and I wrapped my arms around his chest. “Cody. I love you so much,” I spoke through gasping breaths.

I still couldn’t understand Cody with the crop in his mouth, but I’m pretty sure he said he loved me back.

I got up and flipped him over. “Raise your legs up,” I commanded.

He obeyed, and my finger slid into his wet hole. I could feel my cum inside his ass, and I used it as lube as I curled my finger and found his prostate.

He let the crop fall from his mouth and whispered, “Yes. That’s it, Rafael.”

Cody loved prostate play. My mouth engulfed his cock. I deep-throated him while rubbing my finger over his spot.

“Please, don’t stop. Please, sir.” Cody was close. He always came like lightning when I fingered him like this. “Fuck. Oh God.” His release hit the back of my throat, then permeated my mouth. I hummed on his cock as his salty cum overwhelmed my taste buds.

When Cody finally stopped pumping cum, I fell on top of him and took off the blindfold.

Cody blinked adorably as his sight adjusted to the light.

“That was fun,” he said.

My laugh was deep and loud. “Yeah, it was fucking fun. Where are the keys to the cuffs?”

“Bedside drawer.” He motioned with his head to the nightstand on the left side of the bed. I retrieved the key and took off the cuffs. We lay on the bed, silently enjoying embracing one another.

Then, I remembered. “Hold on for a sec.”

I hopped off the bed and ran downstairs. I reached into my backpack and pulled out Cody’s gift. When I returned, Cody lay on the bed. The look of blissful satisfaction brought me immense happiness. Seeing him like that was the best thing in the world.

I returned to my spot on the bed and handed him the case. “This is for you.”

Cody sat up, looking at it wide-eyed. “What? You bought me a gift?”

“Yeah.”

He looked at it with concern. “I didn’t get you anything.”

“Cody, you bought handcuffs and a riding crop. Believe me, you definitely gave me a gift.”

He rolled his eyes at that. “Well, this looks like something big.”

That’s what he said. Don’t worry, I didn’t say that.

Cody opened the box to reveal a necklace with an angel wings pendant.

“Rafael! Oh, my goodness!” He removed the necklace from the box and studied the pendant. “Angel wings.”

I nodded. “Cuz, you’re my angel. You saved me, Cody. I wouldn’t be who I am today without you. I wanted to give you something that would remind you that you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“Oh, Rafael.” A tear ran down his cheek, and I hurried up and kissed it away. “This is beautiful. Will you help me put it on?” He handed me the necklace, and I clasped it around his neck. “I’ll never take it off.”

“Well, that’s not safe. What about when I choke you in the bedroom? I don’t want to break the necklace.”

“I’ll fucking kill you!” Cody started tickling me.

“No tickling! Off limits!”

“Fuck your limits!” He hollered back as we cackled on the bed.

I almost bought Cody a ring, but that felt very extra considering we were only eighteen. In time, there’d be a ring. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Cody, but I’d pop the big question later.

We’d had enough milestones for one year.