Cody pushed his way through the doors to the principal's office. His good standing and record in the school had allowed him to be able to leave early, and an all truth, his homework 'till the end of the month was done, so he had no reason to stay. They had called his mother to tell her to expect him, that he would be home within the hour.

So he walked out, ignoring the dread, ignoring the anger he had for his brother, but tried to ignore it, going to the locker he shared with Zack and getting his school books, his bag, glaring at the smiling picture of Zack he had so lovingly posted in there a few days ago, mad again that his brother had so much power over him.

He needed to leave the suite when he got back to it. He needed to not see Zack for a few days, just to think, and not be distracted by him. Where could he go though? He wracked his brain as he slammed the locker shut and walked towards the door, slinging his bag on his shoulder, but came up with nothing.

He got back to the Tipton and gave his mother a lame excuse about how sick he felt, so she gave him sympathy. He went in and sat on his bed, wishing that he could go back to the morning time, just lying in bed, comfortable with Zack again. He could barely stop himself from crying, instead emptying his school bag, desperate to go, and stuffed a few articles of clothing in it.

He went to the bathroom and got his toothbrush, smuggling it into his bedroom. Finally, he got his computer from off of Zack's bed, stuffing it atop his bag, hoping that Zack hadn't been looking at porn again, and he was ready, so he asked his mother if he could go to the mall. He was allowed to go, so he set off.

He had no clue where he intended to go, he just knew that he needed to be gone. To catch a breath, to get some alone time, would be all he needed to get his mind right about Zack.

Cody walked through the park, through the fall sun, setting early now, looking up into the trees, at the traffic that sped along the avenue to his left, and hoped that he and his brother could mend their relationship. He went along quick to avoid Zack, not really wanting to see him now, for all he had in his mind were angry words.

He went to his favorite clothing store in the whole entire world, walking through the swarms of people in the mall, people flooding about this way and that, and lurked amongst the aisles for a while, looking at clothes he couldn't afford..

Across the way, standing beside a rack that was lined with watches, a boy happened to glance up and spot him, and though Cody didn't notice him, the boy saw the sadness in Cody's eyes as he glared at the aisles, his mouth set and serious, and the boy wanted to talk to him, to ask what was wrong. So he set off across the store, just as Cody started to leave-

Cody hadn't seen anything that interested him in the store, just as well, he couldn't afford it, so he left, not noticing his shadow. He shopped about for a while before he went to the food court and sat down for ice cream, ordering a cone and sitting to watch over the mass of people that scurried on the floor below him, desperate to get his mind off of Zack. Also, where would he sleep tonight?

Sitting far across the way, the boy from the clothing store was watching Cody, unsure how to talk to Cody, to ask him why he looked so upset. Cody was gorgeous to the boy, a mystery apart from everyone else here, sad despite the wealth of this place. Cody didn't notice the eyes that stared at him, or feel the questioning gaze, but he soon knew what it was about.

The boy slinked across the open ground, dodging the people that passed him, trying to rationalize why he was walking over to Cody, who he didn't know, who probably didn't care about him, who didn't want to know him-

Too late though, Cody had already spotted him, knowing that the boy was staring hard at him and not around him, plus his trajectory was straight against the crowd. When he was five feet away, he put his hands together, looking shyly through his lashes at Cody, and stammered, "Y-you, um, you look s-sad, are you okay?"

Quite surprised that he was being approached by this stranger, a cute boy, of course, his hair blonde and low to his eyes, eyes that were brown and big, a boy of about twelve, he nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. Why, what's going on?"

"I saw, u-um, you, from across, the- uh, way, and I felt bad for you, uh-" He blushed.

Cody grinned, for this boy was really very cute. "Thanks, I guess. I'm just having some issues with my brother, but I'll manage. Where are your mom and dad?"

The boy skirted the question, saying, "I'm just here for the afternoon, uh, to s-shop."

Cody kept at it. "So you're alone?"

The boy looked about, his hands still quivering as they raced together. "Yes." His voice was small and quiet, low against the roar of the legions of people about. Something was going on here that Cody didn't know the scope of, so he pushed the seat beside him out with his foot.

"Sit, please. My name is Cody, what is yours?"

The boy sat gratefully, his eyes bright and hopeful. "I'm Dustin." He reached for Cody's hand, to shake it, and his hand was warm in Cody's grasp, lingering as he held Cody's hand. He released it, flushing even deeper, looking at the table, his fingers tracing along the lines of it. "I am alone, yeah, I-I'm sorry for bothering you. I just, I'm here a lot, and there's never anyone interesting here, especially anyone sad, um, a-and cute."

He realized what he had said, his little hand covering his mouth desperately, and he looked at Cody to try and apologize.

Before he could speak, Cody said, "You're cute too, it's alright. I don't think I'm cute, but it's okay if you think that." He reached for Dustin's hand again. "Why are you alone?"

Dustin took Cody's hand breathlessly. "We just m-moved to this city, my daddy and me, uh, and I have a tutor for school, but I don't h-have any friends."

"Where's your dad?"

"At a business deal."

He looked so nervous, as though he wanted to flee, but he was staring into Cody's eyes, his face open and honest despite the fact that he was terrified.

"So you're alone, your dad's at a business deal, you wanted to talk to me because I look sad. What's going on? Sorry, but this isn't usual."

"I should go." Dustin stood, and Cody was quick to join him, his hand on Dustin's shoulder.

"No, no, no. Talk to me. Maybe we should go somewhere else. Maybe to the book store. I can get you something to eat at the coffee shop, and we can talk. It's obvious that you need someone to talk to, and so do I, Dustin. You wouldn't have tried to talk to me if you weren't desperate."

"I'm not desperate!"

"You're not lonely? Desperately alone? I know how that feels, alright? Come on." His hand on Dustin's shoulder still, Cody walked them towards the escalator, and down, walking towards the bookstore, to the coffee shop, where Cody ordered them drinks and scones, and sat looking at the ever blushing Dustin.

"So, you said that you think I'm cute. Are you into boys? Are you gay?" He tried to ask as if he didn't approve, to rile Dustin up, to get him interested.

"Yeah, why? Do you not like it?"

Zack flashed through his mind then. "No, I don't like it at all. I love it. I'm gay too, buddy, you're in good company. It's half the reason I'm crying, actually. Someone that I'm, uh, close to, isn't being agreeable."

"You've had sex?" Dustin's voice was awed, excited, as if the idea was a dream that he was waking to.

Cody nodded. "A lot of sex. Yeah, but he and I are having some hard times, so I'm trying to stay elseware. Problem is, I don't have friends, so I don't have anywhere to stay."

"You live with the person you have sex with?" Dustin looked confused, his brows furrowed as he tried to work out who Cody could be sleeping with.

"It's um, don't hate me here, um, I'm a twin, see. My brother, Zack, and I, uh, are in a relationship together." His voice was low, conspiratorial, so that those around them couldn't hear, those sitting in the coffee shop's seats, or browsing the magazine racks nearby.

Dustin looked as though he thought nothing of this. "You had sex with your brother?"

Cody nodded once more.

"Is he older or younger?"

"Older by fifteen minutes. He's, uh, bigger, too. If you get my drift."

Dustin didn't get it, no. "What's sex like? I want to try sooo bad, but I, uh, don't know anyone to do it with."

Cody grinned. "It's great, unless it gets complicated."

Dustin nodded as if he knew. Then he asked, "What do you mean, that he's bigger?"

"He's a bit more chubby than me, and his dick is bigger."

Dustin gasped. "How big?"

"It's real big, I think like eight inches."

Dustin's mouth gaped open. "How big is yours?"

Cody thought about it. "Six and a half, maybe seven? I haven't measured it."

"That's huge! Mine is about four inches, I'm jealous."

"But buddy, you're only, what, twelve?"

"Yeah, so what?"

"It'll grow, I promise."

Dustin leaned in, trying to phrase a question in his head, his eyes shut tight. Then he went for it. "I want to see your penis."

Cody laughed. "You're rather forward." He leaned back in his seat, thinking about it.

"I haven't seen one that big! You said you need a place to stay, come stay in my condo!"

"C-condo?"

Dustin nodded fervently. "My daddy bought a condo that he gave to me so I could live in it while he does business."

Cody looked at Dustin's earnest face, his little pink lips parted in questioning hope, his eyes wide and huge.

"Yeah, I guess I could go over there, as long as you have a phone. No funny stuff, nothing weird, alright, I'm not crazy."

"I never said you were crazy, Cody! I trust you! We can take my car over there!"

"Your car?"

Another nod. "It's a Rolls-Royce, I think. My daddy has a team of drivers that are on call for me to get driven around. Come on!" Dustin stood, bubbling with excitement, and after Cody stood, Dustin hugged him tightly. "I'm glad I met you, Cody."

Cody hugged him back, replying, "I am too, buddy. I have to go to the restroom first, then we can go."

There was a restroom on the third floor, and he led Dustin there, expecting the boy to wait outside, but Dustin followed right up the stall beside him. It seemed that Dustin also had to go, for when Cody went to use the urinal, leaning against the wall with one hand, and opening his pants with the other, Dustin copied him. He freed his penis, and sighed as he relieved himself.

He could see Dustin, out of the corner of his eye, glancing wide eyed around the partition at Cody's cock. His quiet voice whispered, "It is big!"

"Quiet boy!" Cody glanced back at the stalls, hoping they were alone. "Yeah, I guess it is, but relax, okay, I'm just going to finish, and we can go."

Dustin was already done, and he pulled on his hard little cock, blushing as Cody stared at it, trying to work his mind around the idea that he was considering playing with this boy. So when he was finished urinating, he grinned at Dustin, shaking his cock and pulled his foreskin back all the way, surprised that he was getting hard, despite the fact that anyone could walk in right now.

He wanted Dustin to touch his cock, to push it in past those pretty pink lips, and from the way that Dustin was blushing, licking his lips as he stared at it, his eyes flickering from Cody's face on down, Cody knew he could take advantage of Dustin.

So he whispered, "Wanna touch it?"

Dustin moaned, nodding quickly, and Cody turned towards Dustin, holding his erection out for Dustin, not knowing why he wanted to take advantage of this lonely boy, but he was so cute, his cheeks flushed, his hand tentatively reaching out and touching the head of Cody's cock, pushing Cody's foreskin back with his thumb.

"You have a nice cock."

Cody grinned at Dustin, nodding his head slowly, knowing what Dustin wanted to do.

He pressed his hand against Cody's chest, pushing Cody against the wall, and looked up into Cody's face, whispering, "I know we just met, but," the boy was breathing heavy, sliding his hand up the shaft of Cody's hard cock, "I want to suck you off."

What a little boy. Cody nodded again, putting his hands on the boy's shoulders and pushing him to his knees.

"You sure you want this out here, and not in a stall?" The boy looked up at Cody.

Cody felt a flame burning in his mind, a desperation to get away from his thoughts of Zack. He needed to have this done, to be assertive for once, and strong. He needed to make this boy suck him off.

But he also didn't want to be like Zack. He shook his head, "Out here is fine. Hurry so that we can go. I need you to do this."

"I need to do this," the boy breathed out, engulfing Cody's cock in his mouth. Cody moaned from deep in his throat, sliding his fingers through the boy's hair, grabbing the back of his head to get it deeper in.

Cody's mind went blank, and his neck muscles disengaged, his head falling back against the wall behind him. The boy was using his tongue in a magical way, licking up from the bottom, grinding his tongue in, his teeth grazing the top of Cody's shaft at the same time. It was wonderful.

"Yes," Cody whispered, feeling the boy reach a hand into his pants and squeeze his balls, just hard enough to feel amazing. He looked down at the boy. "Where did you come from?"

The boy giggled, but kept at it. He was slow and relentless, breathing heavily still. The inside of his mouth was hot, his saliva wet and cool to counteract that heat, and Cody's cock pushed at the boy's throat, desperate for entry, but Cody restrained himself. He didn't want to hurt this wonderful boy.

He ran his fingers through the boy's hair still, pulling and pushing, helping the boy suck him. The fingers on his balls, making him ache, rubbed sensuously, and Cody moaned. He already wanted to cum from this abuse, this wonderful, sinful abuse.

"Ah," whispered Cody, "slow down, I'm not ready."

Another chuckle from the boy.

"You know what's going to happen, right?"

The boy nodded, pulling off just long enough to say, "I masturbate all the time," before his mouth was back on it, taking Cody hard, sucking it all the way in, all seven inches, moaning low in his throat. His cheeks were flushed, his skin hot where it touched Cody.

He spent a few minutes servicing Cody before Cody whispered, "I'm close!"

The boy nodded, and moaned alongside Cody as Cody came in his mouth, pulling hard on the back of Dustin's head. He came a second time, filling Dustin's mouth with cum, so much that it spilled out onto his chin. He cleaned it off though, swallowing it with a grin plastered on his face. He stood and pushed himself against Cody. Cody hugged him, whispering, "Thank you for that."

The boy smiled. "Come back to my condo so we can do that again! Your cum tastes good."

Cody nodded, doing up his pants as best he could, tucking his dick away. He kissed the boy, and whispered, "I kinda guess we'll have to now."

The boy grabbed him by the hand as he whispered, "Come on, we'll take my car, follow me."

Dustin dragged Cody over to the door, putting his little dick away with one hand, and they went into the mall. Dustin took him to a big car, a black Rolls-Royce, a posh and wide car, which had to be very expensive. Dustin could tell by the look on Cody's face that he wasn't used to luxury, and said, "Come on crazy Joe, get in, let's go to the condo."

So Cody followed him in, sitting in the soft leather, lit with red neon lights, the windows tinted like a limo.

"Do you like it?" Dustin asked tentatively. "It's my daddy's car, one of the cheaper ones. It's okay. My dad had a McLaren F1!"

"Those are cool, I guess." Cody's mind was buzzing, wondering what he was doing to be following Dustin around like this, questioning why he had allowed Dustin to suck his dick. Despite being a virgin, Dustin had been very good at sucking him, but he seemed so sad, and desperate, that Cody didn't know why he had taken advantage of Dustin. He could hurt a sad boy like this, and he knew it, by taking advantage of him.

But then, Dustin was sooo cute, and he had asked for it, and he was sitting pressed against Cody now, trying so hard to please him, talking about nothing really important, but he seemed content to speak. Cody would call his mother, talk to her, and see of things would be alright between him and Zack before making a decision about Dustin.

They were taken to the river, to where the buildings were expensive and nice, where beautiful people lived, and went inside, speaking little. There were three Condos on the floor they got out on, floor seventeen, and they entered the first one to the right. In through the doors, Cody's hand on Dustin's shoulder, they kicked off their shoes and went straight. Dustin led them to a living room attached to a balcony and a kitchen stocked with low slung couches that were covered in blankets. Out past the balcony was the most beautiful view of Boston Cody had ever seen.

"It's even better at night," Dustin said, a grin quirking up the sides of his mouth. "My daddy lets me live here all alone, don't ask me why. I have a credit card with a little money on it, and free reign to do whatever in the city that I want."

"So you're free to roam?"

Dustin nodded.

Cody sighed, sitting on the couch and pulling Dustin onto his lap. "Lucky you."

Dustin kissed Cody on the cheek. "How long do you want to stay here?"

"I need permission from my mom. I told her that I'd be back this afternoon, but I don't want to go back." Zack flashed across his mind again.

Dustin nodded. "We'll get that covered, but first, let's shower! Want to?"

Cody smiled in reply…