Story Orgy – Creature Feature – Chapter Two

Hi friends and happy Monday! Are you ready for another chapter of my Story Orgy Creature Feature story with Demetrius 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: He yearned for it.

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

Story Orgy Creature Feature

Chapter Two

Hank Edwards

(c) 2015

Cody was at a crossroads in his life. It wasn’t anything simple like which subject to sign as a major in college, or whether he wanted to live in Parson’s Hollow any longer than necessary. Nothing as cut and dried as that was rattling around inside his brain, the thoughts and considerations as constant as a cicada’s hum on a summer’s day whenever those little buggers finally woke up. This crossroads had more to do with his inner workings, Cody’s inner dialogue and the well spring that truly made him who he was supposed to be.

He had started to have feelings—maybe urges was the better word for it—about his best friend. His male best friend. His gay male best friend. And Cody had always been straight. Well, to be more current and politically correct about it, he had always identified as a straight male. When he thought about it—and Cody had been thinking about this lately, a lot—he could safely say he identified as a man. He liked being a man. He enjoyed the male camaraderie—which he did not think was a closeted way of saying gay—as well as the natural competition that existed between men. Because he worked out at least three times a week, Cody was in good physical shape. He liked being strong, being able to let hair grow pretty much anywhere it wanted to on his body, and he liked the attention of women. He liked standing up to pee, liked having a cock and a set of balls, and he really enjoyed feeling his cock harden when he was aroused and the tightening and rush of release during orgasm. Yep, he definitely liked being a man.

Lately, however, he’d noticed that although he enjoyed receiving overtures from women, that attention had started to feel less and less satisfying. Instead of looking forward to hitting a bar or two on his own, or even with a designated wingman, and maybe meeting an attractive, funny woman, or maybe not, Cody had found that the thrill of the hunt, so to speak, had tarnished. He was spending more evenings—even weekend evenings—in his apartment, alone. Or with Demmy. They weren’t doing anything unique or extravagant, mostly watching TV or movies, talking about the business, and maybe playing video games if Cody promised not to sneak up on Demmy and ambush him too much. As time had rolled on, Cody found himself anticipating spending time with Demmy more than he looked forward to going out in search of a woman to date.

Story_Orgy_logoAnd now he was back to the crossroads. All thinking these days seemed to lead him right back here. It felt like he stood on that crossroads set from the show Demmy had got him watching—and which their lives seemed to now be imitating—called Supernatural. On the show, one of the characters would go to to a lonely crossroads, with fields stretched out in a couple of directions, and one or two run down buildings on the corners. The crossroads were used by the characters to summon a crossroads demon and strike a deal—asking for something they really, truly desired and in return signing over their immortal soul.

Cody, however, didn’t believe in all of that sin and sinner and damnation stuff. Oh, it made for great storytelling in books and on TV—he really did like Supernatural as a show—but in his life he was pretty well set with where he was going. He was a good person, who didn’t steal, who hadn’t killed any one, and who respected and loved his parents who lived out in some crazy commune type of situation in Colorado. No, Cody wasn’t going to burn in Hell for even considering the merest possibility that he maybe, could possibly be, slightly gay. Or, maybe, gay for Demmy. Was that a thing?

“You agreed to go to Amelia’s, right?”

Demetrius’s voice was like a giant glass of ice water thrown in his face. Cody blinked back to the fact that he was: A) driving, and B) with Demetrius, and shoved all those random, life altering thoughts off into the shadowy corners of his mind.

“Sorry what?” Cody asked, just to buy himself some more inner housekeeping time.

“Amelia’s house,” Demetrius said. “You were okay with us going by her place, right?”

“Oh, Amelia? Yeah, sure. Love her. Of course. Why not?”

“Well you just drove past her street,” Demetrius said, looking out the passenger side window and turning his head to watch the intersection go past.

“Son of a …” Cody completed a 3-point turn and then hooked a left onto Amelia’s street. He parked in the driveway and stepped down out of the pickup, shaking his head at himself as he walked around the front of the truck to meet up with Demmy.

“How’s the back feel?” Cody asked.

Demmy rotated his shoulders and winced. “Tightening up. Going to need some attention to it, I’m afraid.”

“Dr. Bower is at your service, my friend,” Cody assured him.

“Oh, it’s doctor now, is it?” Demmy asked.

“Might be,” Cody replied with a grin, “I just haven’t printed out the authentic online certification yet.”

By that time they stood on Amelia’s front porch and Demmy snorted a laugh as he rang the doorbell. Moments later the door was opened and Amelia Waugh, Demmy’s aunt on his mother’s side, smiled out at them. “Well, the two most handsome men in Parson’s Hollow, here to see me. How’d I get to be so lucky?”

“Luck’s on our side, Amelia,” Cody said as he followed Demmy into the house. “The pleasure, as always, is ours.”

Amelia giggled, waved off his comments, and headed for the kitchen, her round bottom swaying within her Bermuda shorts. Her silver hair was cut in a bob that framed her wide, friendly face and bright blue eyes, and Cody tried to remember a time when he hadn’t seen her with a smile. Oh, right. Last year when her friends had been murdered by a real life, blood-thirsty wolf man. He wondered if maybe he and Demmy should go talk to the Parson’s Hollow City Council about putting some emphasis on that case, bring in some tourists and boost the local economy. On second thought, he wasn’t sure the type of people that news would attract would be a good fit for their small eastern Pennsylvania town.

“I’ve just started dinner, boys,” Amelia said. “Stuffed peppers. Going to be another half hour most likely.”

“Good, that’ll give me enough time to tend to Demmy’s injury,” Cody said.

“Injury?” Amelia snapped her head up, face paling as she looked between them. “What injury? What happened?”

“It’s nothing, Aunt Amelia,” Demmy said after shooting Cody a stern look. “I just scraped my back on a low joist while I was in a crawlspace for a job. You worry too much, Amelia.”

Amelia shook her head and folded her arms. “Oh, hickory trees I worry too much. I practically raised you, Demetrius Barnaby Singleton, and as such I’m allowed to worry as much as I wish.”

Cody managed to suppress a laugh, just barely. Dummy’s Aunt Amelia was one of his most favorite people on the planet. Instead of using traditional cuss words, Aunt Amelia relied on the names of trees to voice her displeasure, and she always seemed to have a species of tree locked and loaded, ready to go.

“I know that,” Demmy said. “Really, it’s just a scrape.”

“Show me,” Amelia demanded.

Cody knew Demmy had no choice, and apparently Demmy realized it, too, because he sighed then started to slowly work his T shirt up.

“Need help?” Cody offered.

“I can manage to undress myself, thanks,” Demmy said in a snappish tone.

Cody nodded and took a step back. “Yep, I see that.”

As Demmy inched the T shirt up his torso, slowly exposing his pale, flat belly covered with dark hair, then his torso, then his nipples, Cody forced himself not to stare. He allowed himself glances, however, because it was too much like a slow striptease not to check Demmy out. He’d seen Demmy without his shirt before—hell, they’d been naked before when skinning dipping or rinsing off after a swim at the pool—but Cody had never taken the time to really look at Demmy’s body. Now that he had become more in tune with this newly emerging part of himself, he had to admit he liked what he saw; he liked it a lot.

Demmy finally managed to pull the T shirt over his head and turned his back to them. Cody heard Amelia echo his gasp, and they looked at each other with wide eyes.

“What?” Demmy tried to turn his head to see over his shoulder, but he’d never manage it. “Is it bad? Like really gory bad?”

Cody shook his head, his gaze locked on the raw, red scrape that ran down the center of Demmy’s back, right along his spine. He realized Demmy wasn’t looking at him and said, “No, it’s no gory bad. But it’s a pretty decent scrape.”

“Cody Duran Bower, you are telling the biggest fir tree fib right now,” Amelia said and shook a finger at him. “That wound needs to be seen to by a doctor.”

“Ugh, another visit to PHMH?” Demmy asked, referring to the Parson’s Hollow Memorial Hospital. He looked at Cody and asked, “Can you call Zenona and send her a picture of my back and ask what she thinks?”

“Um, well, I don’t know,” Cody said, caught off guard by the sudden shift in urgency. “We’re not… I could, but that’s not really how injuries should be treated. She might not even be on duty tonight, and, you know, it’s not cool to talk to someone about work when they’re enjoying some time off.”

Demmy looked at him over his shoulder. “You broke up with her again, didn’t you?”

Cody sighed. “Demmy, it’s nothing big. It’s just what happens with Zenona and I.”

“Cody, you take him to the hospital right now,” Amelia said.

“How about I clean it out and put some ointment on it,” Cody suggested. “After dinner we’ll look at it again and decide then? I mean, you’re about to stuff the peppers, and it all smells so good. It wouldn’t be right to send us off to the hospital on empty stomachs. You know how long it takes to get seen by a doctor.”

Amelia looked between them, then blew out a breath that lifted a lock of her hair and nodded. “Fine. I see your point. You take Demmy into the bathroom and clean that wound out good. He’s not going to like how it feels, but it’s got to be done. And soon.”

“I’m on it.” Cody pointed at the hollowed out peppers lined up on a baking tray. “And you get busy stuffing your meat into those peppers.”

“Oh, go on with you,” Amelia said and waved them off as a blush turned her cheeks pink.

Cody followed Demmy down the short hallway to the small bathroom. He closed the door behind them and switched on the light, glad he was already used to the 1950s style pink tiled walls, pink toilet, and pink bath tub.

“I always feel like I step into someone’s stomach when I come in here,” Demmy said. He turned to look at Cody.

“Where do you want me?”

Far too many answers flooded Cody’s mind, and he stared at Demmy a moment as he struggled to pluck the correct response out from the midst of the suggestive and filthy ones. “How about you sit on the edge of the tub with your feet in the tub and I’ll sit on the toilet lid?”

Demmy studied his face a moment in silence, blue eyes taking in probably more than Cody wanted him to see. Finally, Demmy nodded and turned his back to brace himself on the edge of the pedestal sink as he kicked off his shoes and peeled off his socks. He stepped into the tub and sat on the fuzzy pink bathmat, sighing and hanging his head down.

Cody moved Demmy’s shoes and socks out of the way and looked at him in the mirror as he thoroughly washed his hands. The scrape was an angry red slash along the pale line of Demmy’s spine, but Cody wasn’t looking at that. He studied the back of Demmy’s head, noting the shape of his skull beneath the very short brown hair. After twenty-three years of friendship, it had become a familiar sight, but now Cody wondered what it would be like to wake up in the morning and see the back of Demmy’s head on the pillow beside him. Would their friendship evolve and deepen if Cody made some kind of move for a more intimate relationship? Would Demmy be open to something like that? Cody knew Demmy was seeing Oliver, the reporter for the Parson’s Hollow Herald, but lately Demmy seemed to be spending less and less time with Oliver. Perhaps that fling had flung itself out, and Demmy would be open to at least considering a relationship with Cody.

“This is going to hurt, isn’t it?” Demmy asked.

The question surprised Cody, seeing as his mind was whirling with relationship possibilities. He had a feeling that it was, indeed, going to hurt before it started to feel normal and right and true, but he realized with a sudden flash of insight, that it was something he needed. He yearned for it, and he thought that, given time and coaxing, Demmy might as well.

“I’m not going to lie to you, Demmy,” Cody said as he selected the rubbing alcohol, antibiotic ointment, and medical gauze and tape from the medicine cabinet. “It’s not going to be as fun as a circus.”

Demmy laughed. “You hate the circus.”

“Clowns are fucking scary,” Cody said, glad he had distracted him. “And I really hate seeing the lions and tigers caged up and made to do tricks like that.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Demmy said. “Circuses were born in a different time period. People can see those animals in their natural habitats now in vivid HD right in their living rooms. There’s no need for them to be caged up and have whips snapped at them and forced to jump through flaming hoops or whatever. It just seems cruel now.”

Cody soaked a piece of gauze with alcohol and sat on the fuzzy pink cover of the toilet lid. “Ready?”

Demmy took a deep breath and Cody watched the muscles up and down his back tighten. He wondered if they would tighten the same way as he slid into Demmy’s ass. He’d like to see them clench and release as he thrust in and pulled out.

“I’m ready,” Demmy said after blowing out a breath.

“Me, too,” Cody said quietly, and touched the cold wet gauze to Demmy’s back, flinching at the resulting shout of pain.

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I hope you enjoyed this latest chapter of my Story Orgy Creature Feature. Leave a comment if you’d like (it’s always fun to get mail!), and then hop on over to the blogs of the other Story Orgy writers. Some of us may take a week or two off, but we’ll be around for the most part. Like our Story Orgy Facebook Page for details about all of our writing. Feel free to like my pages as well if you’re interested in becoming a true Hankie: Hank Edwards Facebook Page or the Venom Valley Series Page, or follow me on Twitter. Go ahead and give the other participating Story Orgy writers a read: Lee Brazil and Havan Fellows as well as Em Woods, who might drop in for a prompt or two. Have a very good week and I’ll see you next Monday!

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One Response to Story Orgy – Creature Feature – Chapter Two

  1. Lee says:

    Whoo hoo! Cody is seeing the light 🙂 Now.. we just need to get rid of Oliver…