Story Orgy – Creature Feature – Chapter Fourteen – NSFW

Hi friends and happy Monday! I can’t believe it’s NOVEMBER!!! I hope you all had a great Halloween and are planning a delicious and relaxing Thanksgiving. I should be writing a Christmas themed story with our Story OrgyTerror By Moonlight_cvr prompts right about now, but there’s so much to finish up with Demetrius and Cody, I’m just going to keep on with the Creature Feature if that’s okay with you?

This week’s post is also very, very NSFW! I hope you enjoy it. 🙂

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So far this story is untitled, but we’ll see what comes up as I write it, shall we?

Today’s prompt is: It was that time between dusk and dawn.

Now, grab your caffeinated beverage of choice and settle in. Enjoy!

 Story Orgy Creature Feature

Chapter Fourteen

Hank Edwards

(c) 2015

Demetrius looked around his parents’ bathroom as he dried off, noting the bottle of his mother’s perfume sitting alongside his father’s aftershave, the decorative touches still so familiar. It felt good to finally wash off the sweat and mud from the Everglades, but he was going to need some Afterbite or something by the looks of the number of insect bites on him. But that would be dealt with later; now he wrapped the towel around his waist and walked through his parents’ bedroom and down the hall. He paused outside the open door of the guest bathroom and frowned then flicked on the light. It was obvious Cody hadn’t showered yet, and he wondered what was taking him so long.

Demetrius approached the door to the guest bedroom, hesitated a moment with his hand on the knob, then knocked lightly. There was no response, so he opened the door a crack and peered in.

Cody was stretched out across one of the beds, nude and masturbating. Sweat glistened on his skin, the dark hair on his torso damp with it, as was the hair that lay across his forehead. His eyes were squeezed shut tight and his brow furrowed as he stroked his cock hard and fast. Demetrius couldn’t pull his eyes away from the sight, and his own cock roared to attention at seeing Cody in such a position.

He should have backed out of the room and closed the door as quietly as he’d opened it, but Demetrius was transfixed. He moved his gaze over the long, strong lines of Cody’s body, taking in all the minute details, some of which he’d seen before, and some of which he’d only been able to fantasize about until now. Cody’s cock was bigger than Demetrius had even imagined, and the sight of it ignited a fluttering feeling deep inside his gut and made his mouth go dry. The muscles in his ass tightened in anticipation of taking Cody inside him, and suddenly he had to swallow hard past a lump in his throat.

He only looked for a few seconds, but the scene was emblazoned on the front of his brain. Demetrius noticed his laptop open on the bed in front of Cody, and he figured Cody had gone out to the web to check out some porn site like Hot Girlz Doing Hot Thingz, or Lowdown Dirty Slutz or something. It was obvious that whatever Cody had been looking at on the laptop had gotten him really turned on and initiated the jerk off session.

After letting his gaze run the length of Cody’s body once more, drinking in all the details he could, Demetrius slowly, carefully closed the bedroom door. He hurried into the kitchen and busied himself unloading the dishwasher and replacing the clean dishes with those he and his Dad had left piled in the sink. He still wore just the towel and he was hard underneath it, so if Cody decided to pay him a visit in the kitchen he’d most assuredly take note of Demetrius’s condition and make some kind of comment about it.

A few minutes later, Demetrius paused in his wrangling of the dishes when he heard the bedroom door open down the hall. Without a word, Cody scampered off to the guest bathroom, and Demetrius let out a relieved breath at not having to face him just yet. Once he knew the guest bedroom was clear, he hurried down the hall and ducked inside, then stopped, feeling a little dizzy as the powerful scent of Cody’s sweat and semen hit him full force. His cock hardened even more and now throbbed with need as Demetrius cursed himself for not knocking louder, not looking away the minute he realized what was going on and just closing the door.

It was then he noticed he had the body wash in his hand, he must have grabbed it off the counter where he had set it once he’d fled the kitchen. He didn’t think Cody would have thought to bring his own body wash, so he took a breath and, adjusting his towel to conceal his hard on as best he could, walked down the hall to the guest bathroom and knocked on the door.

“Yeah?” Cody asked, his voice cautious.

Demetrius cleared his throat and asked, “Need body wash or… anything?” He made a face and cursed himself for unintentionally offering up something he didn’t think he could deliver. Obviously his body—and the speech area of his brain—felt differently, but Demetrius’s heart was already boarding up windows and sealing the cracks in the stone wall around itself like some kind of hurricane was about to blow in. And maybe it was, now that he’d seen Cody in action.

Cody opened the door a crack and peered out. His eyes widened at the sight of Demetrius standing there in his towel and his gaze bounced up and down his body before settling on Demetrius’s face. “Yeah, I forgot it.” Cody flashed a grin that didn’t look very convincing.

Demetrius studied him a moment, trying to see what was making him so uncomfortable. But the longer he focused on Cody the more his brain just revisited what he’d just witnessed, so he shifted his gaze away and held out the body wash. “I just thought I would check.”

“Okay, thanks,” Cody said, and took the body wash.

Cody’s fingers on his right hand—the same hand he’d just used to jerk off—lightly touched Demetrius’s as they passed the body wash between them. The center of Demetrius’s chest heated up fast, like a supernova had just gone off inside him, and he felt the heat traveling through him and up into his face and knew he had to get away from Cody and fast.

“Yeah,” Demetrius said, helpless to avoid giving him another quick glance. “Of course.” Then he turned and walked to the guest bedroom and stepped inside, closing the door behind him and leaning back against it.

He drew in a deep breath, pulling in the heady scent of Cody’s musk that hung heavy in the room, laced with just a trace of that familiar, intoxicating, bleach-like smell of come.

“Fuck,” Demetrius said with a quiet groan. He grabbed his hard, pulsing cock through the towel and squeezed it. Did he have enough time? He figured he did and reached to lock the door, then cursed again when he found there was no lock to engage.

Fine, it was worth the risk. Perhaps he could exorcise the scene of Cody masturbating that was currently playing on a loop inside his brain. He undid the towel and walked up to stand between the beds. There he hesitated, one hand slowly stroking himself as he looked between the beds, contemplating his course of action. Finally, he decided in for a penny, in for a pound, and stretched out on top of the comforter in the same spot Cody had been lying. The material beneath him was still damp with Cody’s sweat, and Demetrius could not help letting out a moan. He dug his toes into the carpet in about the same place where Cody had planted his bigger feet and closed his eyes.

In his mind, he imagined stepping fully into the room on discovering Cody pleasuring himself and walking right up to him, losing his towel along the way. He would walk around to the other side of the bed and lean down to kiss Cody hard on the mouth upside down like that hot scene in the first Spider-man movie with Tobey Maguire, tongues tangling in a desperate, passionate dance. Cody would lift a hand and put his big palm on the back of Demetrius’s head as they kissed, still stroking himself, but slower now as he focused more on the kiss than the sex.

Demetrius would move down Cody’s body, kissing him, licking up the sweat, tasting him like he’d tried not to but couldn’t help imagining now and then over the years they’d been friends. All the while, Cody would lift his head to kiss and lick Demetrius’s body as it passed by overhead until, finally, he would take Demetrius’s balls into his mouth and stroke his cock as Demetrius swallowed the long, broad length of Cody. He would suck Cody eagerly, ravenous for the taste of him, to know him in this intimate way that all of his girlfriends had known but no other man had been offered the opportunity, not until now, not until Demetrius.

The fat head of Cody’s cock would swell where it lay lodged deep in Demetrius’s throat, and hot, tart semen would flood his mouth, which Demetrius would eagerly swallow.

“Oh… oh yeah,” Demetrius said with a gasp, narrowing his strokes to the spot just beneath the ridge of his head. “Oh, fuck yeah.”

Story_Orgy_logoHe shuddered as he came, the hot, sticky semen splashing high up his torso. For a moment he lay still clutching himself, breath and heart rate slowing back to normal as the come thinned and spread on his skin. He didn’t have much time until Cody would be done with his shower, so he needed to get up and do a quick rinse off down in his parents’ bathroom. He got up off the bed and pushed back the tide of guilt that threatened to flood him over his fantasies of his best friend as well as cleaning himself of come in his parents’ personal shower. He grabbed his towel and, holding it in front of himself, hurried out of the bedroom and down the hall. As he stepped beneath the spray, Demetrius mentally chastised himself for allowing himself to fantasize about Cody, who was not only his business partner, but his best friend to boot. He knew it had just been the fact that he’d caught Cody masturbating and that he and Oliver were broken up and that he was, well, tense about the whole situation down here with his Mom’s health and now Hubert going missing. This had just been about satisfying a carnal need, a simple quick release, nothing more, and catching Cody masturbating had been the trigger for the fantasy.

As Demetrius turned his face into the spray of the shower, however, his mind produced an image of Cody straddling him as he stroked his big cock to a sloppy finish and came all over Demetrius’s face. His traitorous cock hardened in an instant and Demetrius punished it by soaping it up and then simply rinsing it off and leaving it further untouched. That would teach it.

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Hours later, Demetrius sat in a softly padded chair on his parents’ patio. He pressed a button on his phone to check the time and sighed. It was 2:45 in the morning, that time between dusk and dawn when it seemed only men and creatures with evil intent prowled the earth, or those like Demetrius who had too much to think about. Memories of Cody masturbating churned within his mind, interspersed with concerns about his mother’s upcoming surgery as well as the mystery surrounding Hubert Potts. All of these things had kept him from being able to sleep, and so he had snuck quietly out of the guest room where Cody lay snoring quietly, and crept through the living room, past Amelia breathing quietly on the sofa, and out onto the patio.

He tipped back his head and looked up at the stars. A quarter moon sailed high in the sky, illuminating a bank of clouds that had gathered with ominous intent on the horizon. The weather reports had been filled lately with the twin tropical storms currently churning up the Atlantic, Patrick and Rhonda, and Demetrius figured those thick clouds were the feeder arms of one or both of the storms. That seemed to be the only thing newsworthy lately. Well, that and the rush on grocery items and home repair stores for people getting an early jump on riding out the storms.

The patio door slid open and Demetrius looked around. He wouldn’t have been surprised to have seen Cody step outside, his dark hair tousled adorably from the pillow, eyes half open. Instead, he discovered Amelia sneaking outside and easing the door shut. She smiled at him in the moonlight and soft glow of the landscape lights and sat in the chair to his left.

“I thought I heard you get up a little while ago,” Amelia said.

“Sorry if I woke you,” Demetrius replied. “You should have taken one of the guest room beds like Cody and I both offered.”

“Oh, mangrove trees, the way both of you boys snore?” Amelia laughed and shook her head. “No thank you. Besides, I helped your mother pick out that couch I’m sleeping on, so I know it’s more comfortable than those inexpensive twin mattresses you and Cody are using.”

They both chuckled at that and then fell into a comfortable silence until Amelia said, “You’re worried about your mother, I know, but she’s in good hands.”

Demetrius nodded and flashed a quick smile. “I know she is. But I’m a Singleton, so I was born to worry about things outside of my control.”

“What about the things within your control?” Amelia asked.

Demetrius frowned. “Do you mean Hubert?”

Amelia shook her head. “No, that’s outside of your control, too. The police and park rangers are searching for him. I’m talking about whatever is going on between you and Cody.”

Shock and fear zipped through Demetrius like twin electrical charges. He sat back in the chair and tried to act casual and confused, but realized his leg was bouncing in an agitated tempo.

“I don’t know what you…” His power of speech seemed to simply dry up and he let the sentence hang in the slightly humid night air.

“I’ve known you all your life, Demetrius Barnaby,” Amelia said. “For the sake of cypress trees, I’ve practically raised you. And I’ve watched you and Cody over the years as your friendship deepened, and I know when something is going on between the two of you. He was practically desperate to get down here to be with you, you know.”

Demetrius looked down at his hands clutched together in his lap. He didn’t know what to feel about it all, and so his emotions seemed to have shut down completely. “He’s my friend, and he was just worried about me.”

Amelia leaned in over the patio table. “A worried friend will send you text messages more often than usual to check on your mother’s condition. But someone who loves you, who really, truly loves you and feels protective of you and wants to try and make things all better for you, that someone drives across the country to be with you, see you, and make sure you’re coping all right.” She sat back and smiled. “That is the sign of someone who’s in love.”

Demetrius’s heart seemed to stutter in his chest. “Love? What are you saying? It’s Cody.”

“Oh, just open your eyes, Demetrius,” Amelia said with an exasperated sigh. “For the love of magnolias, it’s all right there in front of you, and you keep backing away from it.”

“But, Amelia,” Demetrius said, lowering his voice even though it was too late for anyone else to be up, “Cody is straight. I don’t have the right… equipment.”

“Oh, my dear, sweet boy.” Amelia smiled and shook her head. “You’re part of the younger generation, but you still don’t seem to get it. Love doesn’t always recognize gender, and sexual attraction can be a very fluid thing. I read a blog post recently about a man who had dated women all his life. He became very ill, so much so he needed someone to care for him, and so a male friend helped him out. Along the way, they both realized they missed each other when they were apart, and they looked forward to sharing their experiences during that time apart with the other. Now they’re in a relationship, a sexual relationship, and they’re both very happy.”

Demetrius sat and blinked at his aunt. Here she was, almost seventy-years-old, and he wasn’t sure if he was more surprised over her statements about sexual identity and love or the fact that she was out on the Internet reading blog posts about it. Her story, however, made him think—as if he hadn’t been doing enough of that lately—and he looked out across the small yard toward the chain link back fence. Could Amelia be right about it all? Could Cody have developed stronger feelings for him than either of them had ever expected? If that was the case, could Demetrius himself love Cody back? He’d occasionally fantasized about sex with Cody, but never really considered the realities of it. Would they be compatible? Would Cody only be a top? Would he not want to kiss, or suck Demetrius’s cock? How would it look to all of the people they knew back home?

“That’s a lot to think about,” Demetrius said in a quiet voice.

“I know it is, dear,” Amelia replied, and reached out to touch his hand momentarily. “And I didn’t mean to burden you any more than you already are, but I thought someone needed to make you aware of what was going on. I think you’re a bit too close to the situation to be able to see it with very much clarity.”

As Demetrius stared out into the yard, he noticed movement in the trees beyond the fence. Someone stood just on the other side of the chain link fence, watching the two of them on the patio. Whoever lurked in the humid darkness was tall, taller even than Cody’s six feet five inches, and seemed to stay in the shadows cast by the moonlight. A sliver of fear worked its way in between the confusion and emotional shock of Amelia’s revelations. Who would be out at this time of night, and for what purpose?

“Demetrius?” Amelia asked. “Are you all right?”

“Someone’s out there,” Demetrius whispered, “just past the fence.”

“What?” Amelia looked out into the yard. “Where?”

A few things happened at once. The bank of storm clouds finally overtook the moon, and the night darkened even further. At that moment, the figure beyond the fence moved closer, looming over the chain link that suddenly appeared much more delicate. Amelia must have noticed the figure when it moved, because she let out a gasp. Demetrius pushed up from his chair and stepped forward to stand at the edge of the patio, squinting into the darkness in an effort to see better. The figure behind the fence stared right back, sending a chill up Demetrius’s spine.

“Who is that?” Amelia asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Not sure,” Demetrius replied.

“You there!”

Demetrius jumped and turned to find Amelia on her feet, waving her arms and speaking in a loud tone of voice that made his heart thump hard.

Amelia clapped her hands loudly. “We see you! Go on now, get out of here. Shoo! We’re going to call the police if you don’t move along.”

“Amelia!” Demetrius said in a fierce whisper. “Lower your voice.”

“Well, it’s not right for someone to just skulk around outside peoples’ yards at such an hour,” Amelia said. She looked across the yard again and even in the gloom Demetrius could see her eyes widen and her mouth drop open.

He turned and had just enough time to let out a shout before a massive dark shape filled his vision. A fetid, dampness filled his nostrils and then the shape before him swung a heavy fist from which hung slick strands of wet material, catching Demetrius on the side of the head and sending him tumbling out into the yard as somewhere close by Amelia screamed.

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