Story Orgy – Creature Feature – Chapter Thirteen – NSFW

Hi friends and happy Monday! I’m back from San Diego after an amazing and fun filled GRL, also known as Gay Rom Lit, the funtastic gathering of authors, readers, and reviewers of all things gay romance. Even though I’m still Terror By Moonlight_cvrworn out from getting back to business at the EDJ and adjusting to EDT, I’m still giving you a new chapter in Demetrius and Cody’s latest case. What can I say? I’m a giver. So get ready to read on for more Creature Feature with Demmy and Cody, and have an awesomely horrifying Halloween!

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

The first book of this series, Terror by Moonlight, is available at Wilde City Press , Amazon , and All Romance eBooks! Check out the case that started it all for Demmy and Cody!

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

Today’s prompt is: “So… it has come to this.”

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

 Story Orgy Creature Feature

Chapter Thirteen

Hank Edwards

(c) 2015

Voices and thoughts filled Cody’s head, distracting him from all external stimuli. He was so inside his own head, he nearly walked into Marshall and Olivia’s condo wearing mud-caked shoes without a second thought. Demmy grabbed his arm and held him back, prompting Cody to give him a wide-eyed look as a crazy thought—it was crazy, wasn’t it?—bubbled to the surface of his mind: Demmy wants to kiss me.

“Hey, we can’t go in my parents’ house like this,” Demmy said.

Reality and disappointment surged to the forefront of Cody’s brain. Demmy was not aware that Cody was wrestling through feelings of attraction for him; they were dirty as pigs after a rain storm, and needed to remove some articles of clothing before they could go inside and clean up properly.

The thought that Cody would see Demmy in his underwear registered as a combination benefit and complication, but then Demmy pulled the front door shut and gestured for Cody to follow him.

“I forgot myself,” Demmy said over his shoulder as he led the way to the attached garage. “Guess we’ll have to strip to our skivvies in the garage and then go inside.”

“Yeah, sure,” Cody said as Demmy entered the access code on the garage door. “I wasn’t even thinking.”

“Distracted, huh?” Demmy asked, turning to look at him as the door rumbled open.

Cody met his gaze and tried to act casual, as if the consideration to change the nature of their relationship wasn’t simmering on the front burner of his mind these days. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

“I am, too,” Demmy said, and shifted his gaze away from Cody.

“Oh?” Cody asked, a glimmer of nervous hope sparking to life within him. Was Demmy going to make the first move perhaps?

Demmy turned away to enter the garage. Cody followed, perhaps a little too closely because when Demmy hit the close button near the entrance to the house, he jumped a bit and took a step back.

“Yikes, I didn’t know you were so close behind me,” Demmy said. The garage door shut with a quiet thump, sealing them inside the humid single car garage Demmy’s parents used to store stacks of plastic storage bins.

Cody met Demmy’s gaze and held it for a moment, waiting, hoping to hear Demmy say he’d been thinking about them, about their friendship, and how much more Cody had come to mean to him than just a friend.

“So, I guess we should take off these dirty clothes?” Demmy said in a questioning tone. “If you’re okay with that?”

“What? Oh, yeah! Yeah, sure.” Cody stepped back and, keeping his gaze on Demmy, kicked off his shoes that were more mud now than shoe.

Demmy half turned away and held onto a nearby bin for balance as he did the same. Cody realized he was staring and, most likely, making Demmy uncomfortable, so he half turned in the other direction as he peeled off his dirty socks.

“You said you were distracted, too?” Cody asked.

“Oh, yeah,” Demmy replied without looking at him. “I mean, with my Mom’s surgery and now Hubert just… gone, I’m having a tough time focusing.”

Cody nodded and tried not to feel disappointed. Demmy had a lot going on down here with his Mom’s condition, and now they were involved in a missing person’s case, which didn’t help. “I get it. It’s so weird that Hubert just left.”

“Or was taken,” Demmy said.

“But, by who?” Cody wondered, shucking his shorts and forcing himself to keep looking at the bins in front of him that had CHRISTMAS written on them in black marker.

“Or what?” Demmy offered.

Cody looked over and managed to keep his eyes on Demmy’s face though he stood there in just his white briefs. “What are you suggesting?”

Demmy shrugged then made his way to a small laundry sink situated beside a stacked washer and dyer. Florida living meant having the washer and dryer in the garage, apparently. Demmy filled a nearby bucket with water, added a touch of laundry soap, then proceeded to wash his feet with a handful of paper towels. As he cleaned off his feet and shins, Demmy continued to talk, and Cody was mostly able to focus on what he was saying, even as he grabbed quick glances at the rounded swell of his ass covered by the thin white cotton of his briefs.

“Anyway, what if an alligator got Hubert?” Demmy wondered. “I mean, I know we lugged one out there to release it, but what if another one was lying in wait on the other side of the trail?”

Demmy stepped back from the bucket and pulled off a couple handfuls of paper towels. One handful he handed to Cody and the other he used to dry off his feet. Cody stepped up to the bucket and bent over to wash off his feet, talking as he cleaned himself.

“I think we would have heard an alligator attack,” Cody said. “Besides, our gator took off running back the way we had come, so I think he was scared of something.”

Cody looked up as he finished cleaning his feet and was just in time to catch Demmy trying not to look as if he was checking out his ass. Demmy quickly turned away and walked through an aisle in the stacked bins to open the door to the interior of the condo, saying over his shoulder, “What are you suggesting?”

Cody dried off his feet and found a path through the bins to stand before Demmy, keeping his gaze on Demmy’s and not allowing himself to look any lower. “I’m just saying our gator should have been excited to get back to the swampy waters of home—”

Story_Orgy_logo“Swampish,” Demmy corrected, and they shared a sad smile as they both thought about Hubert. Demmy turned to open the door to the condo and Cody followed. As he trailed Demmy into the condo, Cody kept his eyes up and gaze locked on Demmy’s bare shoulders, thoughts focused on the conversation and definitely not on Demmy’s pale smooth skin, or the tuft of soft brown hair that grew at the small of his back. The cool air inside the condo dried the sweat on his skin and made him shiver.

“Anyway,” Cody continued, “that gator was not interested in sliding into the muckity muck it’s used to, so something spooked it.”

Demmy stopped outside the guest bedroom and turned to look at him again. Cody stood a couple of feet away and managed to affect a casual air as he shrugged at Demmy and looked him in the eye.

“Well whatever it was, why didn’t it spook us?” Demmy asked.

“Maybe it was stalking Hubert?” Cody offered.

“Well, shit,” Demmy said, and shivered. “That creeps me right the fuck out.”

Cody nodded. “And now we’re back to the original question.”

“Why does crazy shit like this keep happening to us?” Demmy asked, and let out a quiet, humorless chuckle.

“Well, yes, that,” Cody agreed, “but also, what the hell is out there that can scare an alligator?”

Demmy sighed and turned his back, and Cody couldn’t help checking out his ass again. Dammit, when had Demmy developed such a nice ass? Had he always had one and Cody had just never noticed?

“Are you checking out my ass?”

Cody jerked his gaze up to find Demmy looking at him over his shoulder. “What? No! No, I wasn’t.”

Demmy tried to look down over his shoulder at his backside. “Do I have a leach or something down there? Shit, is there a leach on me?”

“No, there’s no leach,” Cody assured him. “You’ve just got some mud there.”

Demmy glared at him. “Is that a joke? We’ve got mud everywhere.”

Cody shrugged. “Good point. Sorry.”

Demmy studied him a moment longer, then asked, “I can shower in my parents’ bathroom if you want to use the guest bathroom to clean up.”

Cody nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

“Okay, let me grab my shaving kit from the spare room,” Demmy said and turned away to open the guest room door.
Cody followed him into the room and pointedly looked away from the two single beds sitting so close together. Demmy pulled his laptop out of the bag and set it aside, then withdrew his bathroom kit and a clean pair of underwear and shorts.

“Okay, I’ll see you in a few,” Demmy said and left the room.

Cody listened to him walk down the hall, then eased the door shut. He pulled a T-shirt out of his own bag and spread it on the bed, then sat on it and opened Demmy’s laptop. It was just in sleep mode, and the screen lit up right away. The wireless connection symbol lit up as it automatically connected to his parents’ wifi, and Cody clicked on a browser. He called up a search engine and, with his stomach in nervous knots and his thoughts spinning in a cyclone of acceptance and denial, he typed in free gay porn videos.

“So… it has come to this,” he whispered to himself, then clicked Search.

About 5 million results were returned and Cody sighed, then glanced nervously at the door before clicking on the top link. He felt like he had when he was a kid and had snuck a peek at his brother’s Playboy and Penthouse magazines, his stomach in knots and his adrenaline up. His cock was like a steel rod beneath the laptop, stretching the confines of his briefs. It wasn’t the images that had him hard and ready, but the thought of him and Demmy together, which was even more confusing.

The first couple of scenes he looked at did nothing for him, and he actually lost some rigidity. Maybe this gay sex idea wasn’t for him after all? He looked at the time on the laptop then glanced at the closed bedroom door. It had been four minutes since Demmy had walked away.

Then an image of another video caught his eye and he sucked in his breath. An actor—or was that model?—in that scene looked surprisingly like Demmy, enough that a sudden wave of fear and excitement that Demmy had actually done porn to help pay the bills some time in the recent past rushed through Cody. He clicked on the image and the video started to play, the intro music loud enough to cause him to mute the laptop altogether. When the models appeared on camera, Cody let out a relieved breath to find that it wasn’t Demmy, but a man who had similar looks: strong nose, rounded chin with a dimple and short brown hair. Where Demmy was slighter with toned muscle, this model was beefed up more, but still had that familiar look about him. This Demmy stand in was paired up with a tall, blond stud, and they wasted no time with words and got right down to getting to know each other Biblically.

Cody was entranced. The Demmy look alike was flexible as all hell, twisting and contorting himself as he worked the blond stud’s nipples and even, Cody was shocked to see, armpits. He’d never had anyone lick or suck his armpit, and frankly, right now, it sort of grossed him out what with all the sweat he’d worked up. But it looked like the blond stud was thoroughly enjoying it, and Cody thought it might feel good to have someone give some oral attention to his armpit. He wondered if Demmy had ever gotten into armpit licking with Oliver, or even Clint, Demmy’s longest relationship, and his worst choice ever, in Cody’s opinion.

But that was all beside the point, because now the Demmy look alike was sliding down the blond stud’s muscular torso, licking and kissing the entire way, and Cody’s cock was a solid column of needy impatience. He hadn’t been with a woman for months, and he hadn’t jerked off in weeks, which was a pretty long dry spell for him. Lately though, whenever he had tried to masturbate, fantasies of being with Demmy barged their way into the front of his mind and confused and frustrated Cody. They’d been friends for so long, Cody knew sex should be a natural extension of their friendship, but he wasn’t sure about a lot of things. Was Demmy a top, bottom, or versatile? Would Cody be open to being on the receiving end of anal sex with Demmy? He had read blog posts about men who enjoyed having their girlfriend or wife use a strap on to penetrate them, but Cody had never experimented with something like that. Would his being a bottom make him feel emasculated, or shouldn’t it matter?

Too many questions always erupted around his fantasy scenarios with Demmy, and even his tried and true fantasy women like Sofia Vergara, Jessica Alba, or even Zooey Deschanel and her gorgeous blue eyes hadn’t been enough lately to keep him focused long enough to finish. Now however, this blond stud and Demmy-lite model had little Cody all sparked up and rarin’ to go.

Cody looked toward the door, then paused the clip just as the Demmy wannabe grabbed the elastic waistband of the blond stud’s amazingly clean and tight fitting white briefs. He got up and, with his dick pointing the way, hurried to the bedroom door and opened it a crack. From the end of the hall he could hear the shower running in the master bathroom and the sound of Demmy whistling something.

He closed the door and was dismayed to find there was no lock. Really? No one in a senior living complex needs any privacy? Deciding he would be finished pretty quick anyway with the length of his dry spell, Cody peeled off his briefs and took himself in hand as he strode back to the bed and sat on the T-shirt he had spread out. He positioned the laptop on the foot of the bed and started the clip, keeping the sound muted in case Demmy finished before he did.

Pre come was already drooling down his shaft and it provided enough slick for his fist without losing the best part of the friction. In the video, the Demmy wannabe ran his tongue up and down the blond stud’s now exposed shaft and Cody closed his eyes, imagining Demmy doing that same thing to him. He had to have been drawn to Demmy right from the start of their friendship, but maybe he hadn’t been mature enough to understand that attraction until just recently. And now Cody wanted more from their relationship. He wanted to feel Demmy’s tongue and mouth on his cock, and he wanted to find out how Demmy’s cock and balls tasted. He’d never thought this way about another man before, but Demmy wasn’t just another man. He was… Well, he was Demmy.

Cody opened one eye to check out the video and quietly groaned. The models had gotten into a sixty-nine position, each of them sucking for all he was worth, their shaved balls slowly pulling up. Cody closed his eyes again and thought about being in a sixty-nine position with Demmy. He wanted to nuzzle his nose under Demmy’s balls and breathe in that special scent of him, know him that intimately, make him feel good and have Demmy make him feel good in return. He wondered if Demmy shaved his balls, and if he would be surprised to find out that Cody shaved his own, since a girl he had been seeing a few years ago had convinced him to try it and now he continued to shave them because he liked how it felt.

His hand pumped fast along his shaft, his orgasm so close now. It wouldn’t be long.

He opened one eye again to check out the video and had to bite his lip to keep from moaning aloud. The blond had topped the Demmy wannabe in the missionary position and drove into him hard. The Demmy wannabe’s calves were braced over the blond stud’s broad shoulders and his feet bounced with every thrust. Cody thought about how it would feel to be that blond stud, to be sliding deep into the heat of Demmy’s body, burying himself inside him, connecting with Demmy in such an intimate way.

So close now, it wasn’t going to be long. He closed his eyes and leaned back on the bed, sweat standing out on his body, the stink of his efforts filling his nose as he curled his toes into the carpet. He heard a soft sound and opened his eyes only to find the laptop screen filling his vision. The blond stud was now fucking the Demmy wannabe doggy style and had braced himself with his fists resting on the pale, firm globes of the bottom’s ass.

Cody lifted his head to check the door—so close, just a few more strokes—and saw that it was still closed, but there was no way he could stop now. His train was about to arrive in the station and it was a long one, loaded down with a lot of freight.

His balls pulled up and muscles throughout his body tightened as the rush came over him and come exploded out of his cock with a loud, wet pop. Drops of it landed on his cheek and chin, startling him even as more splattered across his torso. It was hot and the sharp scent of it joined the odor of his sweat in the room. His strokes slowed as he milked out the last of his come and he caught his breath. As his heart rate slowed back to normal, Cody opened his eyes and looked at the laptop. The blond stud stood on the mattress now, bouncing fast and pile driving his cock into the Demmy wannabe who supported himself on his shoulders, legs curled up over his head.

The sight of them caused Cody’s cock to stir even as it lay in puddles of come, and when the Demmy wannabe reached a gushing climax that splashed all over his own face, Cody’s cock was hard once again. Jesus, what the hell was it about thoughts of sex with Demmy that got him so worked up?

A sound from the hall outside the door brought him around and he quickly closed the browser, then the laptop. He tossed it onto Demmy’s bed and grabbed some tissues from the box on the nightstand, trying to mop up as best he could. His heart pounded and his hard on had faded with the threat of being caught.

With the clump of sticky tissues clutched tight in his fist, Cody grabbed his shaving kit and eased the guest room door open. Demmy was in the kitchen, making noise with some dishes. Moving quickly and quietly, Cody hurried down the hall in the nude and ducked into the guest bathroom, closing the door behind him and leaning back against it as he let out his breath. That had been close.

A minute later, a soft knock on the door startled him and he kept himself pressed back against the door as he said, “Yeah?”

“Need body wash or anything?” Demmy asked through the door.

Cody looked around and cursed quietly. He had forgotten to bring body wash. Son of a bitch. He stepped back from the edge of the door and opened it a crack to peer out. Demmy stood in the hall with a towel around his waist, hair still damp from his shower and a bottle of body wash in his hand.

“Yeah, I forgot it,” Cody said, and tried a relaxed grin that felt like it didn’t fit right on his face.

Demmy looked him in the eye for a quick moment, then darted his gaze away and held out the body wash. “I just thought I would check.”

“Okay, thanks,” Cody said.

“Yeah,” Demmy said with another quick glance at him. “Of course.” Then he turned and walked to the guest bedroom and stepped inside.

Cody wondered just how funky that room smelled, then decided there was nothing he could about it, and he needed to clean up. He closed the bathroom door and dropped the sticky, smelly clump of tissues into the trash can then started the shower. Pausing to look at himself in the mirror, Cody wondered for a moment how Demmy really saw him, and on the heels of that, if Demmy could ever think of Cody as anything more than a friend. Then he wondered if he would ever really have the guts to tell Demmy how he truly felt.

Dammit, when did shit get so complicated?

Cody stepped into the shower and sighed as the water washed away the stink of the Everglades, the evidence of his attraction to Demmy, and, he hoped, his nervousness around his best friend.

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