Date: Tue, 19 May 2020 16:00:57 -0500
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Subject: Pandemic Companion by Cutter09 gay adult/youth

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Pandemic Companion
Chapter One

  Most other people who majored in English probably wanted to teach, or
write the `Great American Novel', whatever that is. I'm no different. I did
write a novel, a murder mystery, I don't know how great it is though. It
was good enough to pay for my small two bedroom house, and a little left
over. And I did get my teaching certification, but I only substitute teach
whenever they call me and I'm in the mood to accept. I also do some
freelance writing. All in all, I guess I'm doing alright for myself

  I keep to myself pretty much. Live alone, no friends to speak of, no
family either, since my coming out debacle. It's a fairly sad
existence. Thank god for internet porn. Also one of my hobbies is writing
erotic stories, and of course reading them. But once in a while, life
imitates fiction.

  There have been a number of books and movies about a pandemic.  I can't
think of a more horrific imitation of fiction than our current situation
with Covid-19.

  I had read the early headlines about it on the net, but didn't give it a
second thought, until of course, it was on our doorsteps. First came the
cancellations of gatherings of large numbers of people, school not
recommencing after spring break, non essential businesses closed,
etc. Well, you know all that. Our governor told everyone to stay home
except for food or emergencies. It was Around three o'clock that day, when
the order was to go into effect at midnight, that I became aware of a
situation next door.

  Sitting at my desk, writing yet another short story for Nifty, I heard a
commotion. Someone banging on a door, and a kid shouting. As I said, I keep
to myself, I'm not really on speaking terms with my neighbors, more like,
wave if I see them in the yard terms. I knew the house on my right was
owned by an elderly couple, but that's all I knew about them.

  I went out my front door and looked over there. Some kid was banging on
their door and yelling at them.

  "Please Gramps. Let me in. I won't do it again, I promise."

  There must have been a response from inside, because the boy
continued. "But why? I don't have anything, I swear."

  "What's going on?" I yell at the kid.

  "They won't let me in," he replied through tears.

  "Why should they?"

  "I live here."

  "Oh." That was a good reason. My heart went out to the boy.

  I strolled over to lend a hand, literally, by knocking on the door.

  "Hi... uh Sir. I'm your neighbor next door. What seems to be the
problem?"

  "The damn fool done went and got himself infected. I'm not letting him
in." The man sounded even older than I remembered.

  I looked at the boy questioningly. He shook his head and more tears
rolled down his cheeks.

  "He says he's not infected," I yelled at the door.

  "Yeah, that's what they all say till they drop dead. He ain't getting
in!"

  I turn back to the boy. "Have you been around a lot of people?"

  He looked down, and nodded. I could see why the old man would be
concerned then.

  "Ok, wait here," I instructed. He gave me a look like, "Duh, where am I
going."

  I went back to my place and grabbed two pairs of rubber gloves. I'm not
really paranoid, but I'm not stupid either. I went back and handed the boy
one pair, and I put the other on.

  "Put these on and come with me."

  I led him to my place. "I'm going to run a hot bath for you. Probably
hotter than you would like, but you'll just have to deal with it. Drop your
clothes outside the bathroom door, but don't take off the gloves until
you're in the tub. Wash your hands really well before you touch the rest of
your body, especially your face. I want you to keep as much of your body in
the hot water as possible for at least twenty minutes. Use plenty of soap
too."

  I wasn't really sure what the guidelines were, but that sounded adequate
to me. I ran a steaming bath, filling half the tub, and stepped out of the
room. He hadn't said a word, only nodding at my instructions. A minute
later, the door opened, and his gloved hand dropped his clothes out. I
picked them up and took them directly to the washer, set it on hot, added
enough detergent and bleach for three full loads, started the machine, and
prayed.

  I had already put them in the dryer, when I heard "Hey... Mister?"

  "Yeah?"

  "I don't have anything to wear."

  "Just a minute." I grabbed my bathrobe and knocked on the door. "You can
wear this until your clothes are ready."

  The door opened a crack, his hand came out, and I gave it to him. Then,
as he tried to pull it through the crack, I got a glimpse of his reflection
in the bathroom mirror. Not enough to see anything really, but enough to
know that he was naked and cute. Suddenly I realized, I had a naked,sexy
teen boy just on the other side of that door. With my lack of
companionship, that was enough to get my motor started. I had been so
concerned with getting him sanitized, I hadn't given anything like that a
thought.

  "Down boy," I told myself aloud.

  "What?" he asked as he came out of the bathroom.

  "Oh... uh... Nothing."

  "So, what do we do now?" he asked, still drying his hair.

  "When your clothes are dry, I'll take you back next door. I'm sure he'll
let you in now that you're all cleaned up."

  "You don't know Gramps," he said with a shake of his head.

  "What started all this anyway?" I asked as I pulled a couple of cokes
from the fridge.

  "I've been cooped up in there since school let out for spring break. They
are so afraid they're gonna get that virus, they won't even let me go to
the grocery store with them. I'd put on the mask and gloves and all that
like they do, but NO, I'm not allowed out. Well, this morning, my friend
Jason texted me that some of the guys were going to his house. His parents
are both cops so they've been working a lot. Anyway, I snuck out and went
to his house. Five of my friends were there. We played and messed around,
just having fun. Gramps must have noticed I was gone, and locked me out."

  "Well, you did break the rules, but I think he's being a bit harsh."

  "You're telling me? Shit, he hardly speaks to me most of the time, even
before the virus. Nowadays, I usually just lay around in my room. Uh,
sorry. I didn't mean to say `shit'. Um, well, you know."

  I had to chuckle. He was embarrassed about cursing in front of me. Can't
be too bad a kid if that was any indicator. "Don't worry about it. What kid
your age doesn't curse once in a while. How old are you anyway? Oh, and
shit, what's your name?"

  He chuckled at me duplicating his curse. "My name's Ben, I'm thirteen."

  "Benjamin is a fine name. I'm Trent by the way."

  "Actually, it's Bennett, not Benjamin."

  "Well, Bennett, I'm still Trent, and I'm glad to meet you."

  The dryer bell sounded and I went to get his clothes for him. "Um, Ben,
could you come here?" I called from the laundry room.

  When he entered, I was holding his clothes behind me. "I was trying to
kill any germs that might be on your clothes, and I might have used a
little too much bleach," I said as I presented his clothes to him.

  The blue shorts were faded and had bleached out streaks and spots, so did
his once blue tee shirt.

  He looked at the mess and said, "The good news is, my briefs are really
white."

  "I'm sorry."

  "No worries. I'll go get changed," he said as he headed to the bathroom.

  I was sitting at the table, sipping my Coke, when he returned. "I think
they might have shrunk a little too," he said.

  I turned to look at him and coughed Coke through my nose. I didn't
remember them being that tight on him, so he was probably right. And to
make matters worse, a bleached out spot seemed to accent his ample package
in the snug fitting shorts.

  I was staring, mouth agape, when he snapped me from my fog saying, "I
guess we should go now."

  "Oh Ben. I'm so sorry about that. I guess I owe you some clothes now."

  "Don't worry about it. Besides, I think it looks kinda sexy."

  "Yeah it does... I mean... If you say so." If he only knew how sexy he
looked to me, he'd probably run home.

  We went back next door and knocked. "Go Away!" came the response.

  "He's all clean and germ free," I yelled at the door.

  There was a long pause, then "Come back in an hour. I'll think about it."

  "Well, that sounded promising," I told Ben as we reentered my house.

  "You don't know him."

  We sat on the sofa, and I was finally able to look somewhere besides his
crotch for the first time since he had gotten dressed. His sandy hair was
long, and still had some of the summer streaks in it. The front was long
enough he could tuck most of it behind his ears. The bridge of his nose
looked wide on his otherwise thin face. In my limited experience, this
could be an indicator of what lay in that ample package of his. Some say
it's hands and feet that are the best tells, so I looked at those. Yep big
hands, big feet too. I don't mean any of it was grotesque or anything, just
large for such a small kid. He couldn't be over five feet tall, maybe
ninety pounds.

  And when he looked up at me, his hazel eyes seemed to read my
thoughts. His full dark pink lips stretched into a grin and he blushed a
bit. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

  "Uh... I was just wondering why I haven't seen you around before now." I
was definitely going to look for him from now on.

  "Until all this virus stuff started, I left for school early and then
after school I went to friends' houses until as late as possible. I have
seen you in your backyard from my window sometimes though."

  If I go out there, it's just to enjoy the evening air and gather my
thoughts. I find it relaxing, sitting on the patio with a Coke and thinking
about whatever I'm writing at the time.

  I nodded, and my eyes went back to his crotch again. That bleach stain
calling out to me, "Looky looky. See what I'm holding."

  He must have noticed my gaze, because he said, "Really, Trent, don't
worry about the bleach spots. It's not like these are my favorite shorts or
an expensive tux or something."

  At least he gave me an out for staring at his crotch. "I just wish I
could do something about that," I said, not merely speaking of the stain.

  Ben stood and looked down at his shorts. "I think they look neat. Kinda
like tie dyed."

  "I guess if jeans with shredded knees can be popular, so can shorts with
tie dyed crotches... Um tie dyed shorts can be too."

  "The crotch does look kinda purposeful doesn't it. Like those girls jeans
that had "Juicy" written across the ass. Hey! Maybe we should start a
clothing line."

  I was still staring eye level at his bulge. "You should definitely model
for the print ads."

  This seemed to please him, and he struck a sexy pose.

  When it seemed the hour had passed, we headed next door again. We didn't
bother to knock, because there on the porch, were three trash bags filled
with Ben's clothes and stuff.

  "That old man sure is stubborn," I said as I handed one of the bags to
Ben.

  He snatched it from my hand and I saw a tear run down his cheek. "Now
what am I supposed to do?"

  I picked up the other two bags and said, "Looks like I have a house guest
for a while."

***************

Chapter Two

  "Why does he have to be such a dick?" Ben lamented.

  "He's a strange one for sure. Usually grandparents spoil their
grandchildren rotten."

  "He's not my grandfather. He's my great grandmother's fourth husband. So
I guess he's my step great grandfather."

  "Okay, this I've got to hear. But first, how about I get some dinner
going and you can tell me all about it while we eat."

 I had taken a chicken breast out of the freezer that morning, so I decided
to do a chicken and veggie stir fry. With a salad, it should be enough to
fill us both.

  "Ok, start at the beginning," I said as we sat down to eat.

  "My mother, well, actually all the women in my family, have really bad
taste in men, and they're pretty slutty. That's a bad combination. My
mother got pregnant with me by some guy she didn't know, while stoned at a
party. She only remembered the guy's name was Bennet. She didn't even know
if it was his first or last name. When I was five, she dumped me on my
grandmother, and headed to parts unknown. My grandmother, who had also
given birth to my mother out of wedlock, was on her third husband when I
was dumped on her. Seven years later, I came home on the last day of school
to find her sitting on their bed next to what was left of her third husband
and the lady next door. She had shot them both. Her trial hasn't come up
yet, but she's looking at twenty five to life. That brings us to me living
with my great grandmother and her current husband, asshole husband number
four for her."

  I'm sure the shock was evident on my face, I know my mouth was agape, and
my eyes were probably the size of dinner plates. "You're shitting
me. Right?"

  "`Afraid not. He's just the latest in a long line of bad men and sluts. I
guess he really cares for her though. She has Asthma, and he said if she
gets this virus, she's a dead duck."

  "Aren't they really old? It would be bad for both of them if they got
it."

  "She's seventy three, and I think he's like eighty."

  "Seventy three isn't really that old anymore. But with Asthma and this
virus, yeah bad news. I think it really attacks the lungs."

  "So, you're really going to let me stay here?"

  "Sure, why not. I could use the company. No one's going out so it's not
like I have parties to attend. But no sneaking out. I would probably
survive the virus, but I don't want to be sick for weeks."

  "You don't mind hanging out with a kid?"

  "I'm a teacher, I like kids." And I'm just finding out how true that was.

  "How long do you think we'll be stuck in lock down?" Ben asked worriedly.

  "Well, initially, I think it's two weeks. But I have a suspicion that's
going to be extended. Hopefully not more than a month."

  "This is really bad then," Ben said sadly, looking down at his plate.

  "Hopefully it won't be as bad as the 1918 influenza pandemic. About one
fourth of the world's population was infected, and about ten percent of
them died. Enough of this sad talk though. We're together in this,and we'll
make it through. Hey, do you like board games? I've got a bunch in the hall
closet."

  After dinner clean up, we decided on something simple to start with,
Checkers. I got the game out of the closet and handed it to Ben.

 "Before we start the "Great Checker Championship", I'm gonna take a quick
shower."

  As I worked shampoo into my hair, my mind went to the cute boy in my
house. With any luck, maybe I would get to see him in his tight white
briefs. We're stuck here for at least a couple of weeks, so the odds are
good. Hell, maybe I could accidentally walk in while he's changing clothes
or getting into the shower. I haven't seen a naked teen since high school
gym, and the thought of that possibility went straight to my cock.

  If Ben wasn't waiting for me, I would have stroked one out real
quick. Instead I finished my shower and threw on some boxers and my
bathrobe. I remembered the robe had been on him just a few hours ago. He
was nude under it, the material had rubbed against his naked teen
cock. Shit ! I have to stop thinking about such things.

  Ben had the game set up on the table in front of the sofa, and was
sitting on the floor waiting. "Want a Coke to drink during the
competition?" I asked as I passed through.

  He joined me in the kitchen as I got out glasses of ice. "Do you have any
family?" he asked.

  "My parents and I had a bit of a falling out. I haven't spoken to them in
about four years."

  I didn't mention what the argument was about, and he didn't ask. I had
been thinking of contacting them during this crisis, just to find out how
they are. They are my parents, and I love them. They just couldn't deal
with me, and I couldn't deal with their issues about me.

  The Checkers competition was fierce, dragging on for a couple of
hours. He won five out of seven, and I think he threw the last one.

  "Where am I sleeping?" he asked as he stood to stretch his legs from
sitting on the floor the whole time.

  "Shit. I hadn't even thought of that. The second bedroom is my
office. This sofa folds out to make a bed. We just have to move the table."

  "Nah. We'd just have to fold it back, then unfold it again every night. I
can make do with it just like it is."

  I gathered a blanket and pillow for him. "Make yourself at home. If you
need anything from the kitchen help yourself. You know where the bathroom
is. I'll be in my room at the end of the hall."

  "Trent, do you think we'll survive this?"

  "Well, even if we get it, we're not in the high risk group. We'll just be
really sick for a while."

  He threw his arms around me in a tight hug. "Thanks for helping me,
Trent. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come along."

  "It's okay little guy. I'm glad to have company," I said, smoothing his
hair down. He really was a sweet boy, and super cute too. I'll have to
watch myself around him.

  I had a fitful night's sleep, and woke up early. After peeing, I put my
robe on and went to see if my guest was awake yet. He was laying on his
belly with the blanket barely covering half of him. His naked back
illustrating his youthful strength and desirability. I let him sleep, and
went to make coffee. My puttering around in the kitchen must have awakened
him.

  "Aw shit. Son of a bitch," I heard Ben say, sounding frustrated.

  "What's wrong little guy?" I asked when I saw him. He was on his hands
and knees on the sofa, looking down under himself.

  Startled, he jerked his head toward me. "Um... I uh... I think I..."

  By then I was standing next to him. I could see a damp spot on his
underwear, and a corresponding one on the sofa cushion.

  "I see. Don't worry about it. It's perfectly natural at your age. All
boys have wet dreams."

  He blushed at my pointing out the situation. "But I got jizz all over
your sofa," Ben said in embarrassment.

  He stood and dropped the blanket away from the wet spot. I could clearly
see the shape of his erection pressed against his tight briefs, even the
flesh tones under the wet area. This far exceeded my fantasy of seeing him
in his undies.

  "I'll clean it," Ben said as he marched into the kitchen, returning with
a damp dish towel. I couldn't take my eyes off him, hunched over the sofa,
wiping the spot. His cock shook inside his briefs with every movement. His
bubble butt jiggling in time too. I wanted to lick the stain off the sofa,
and of course his briefs too.

  "I'm really sorry Trent. This is so embarrassing."

  "No reason to be embarrassed. I was thirteen once too. And believe it or
not, that isn't the first cum stain on that sofa."

  He glanced up at me, but didn't know how to respond to that bit of
information.

  "How about some cereal for breakfast? I have milk that will spoil if we
don't use it."

  I was pouring cereal into bowls, when he joined me in the kitchen. "I
think I got most of it out."

  He tried to rinse the towel out under the kitchen faucet. Still only
wearing briefs. Yesterday's fantasy of seeing him in his briefs, didn't
compare to the real thing. Especially that long bulge in front, which
hadn't abated in the least. Ben wrung out the towel and hung it on the sink
to dry, before sitting at the table to eat.

  After a minute, I noticed a tear rolling down his cheek. "What's wrong
Ben?"

  "Why is all this shit happening to me? First, my messed up life, then
this fucking virus, and Gramps throwing me out. Then you came along trying
to help, and I had to go and spooge on your sofa."

  "Don't worry about the sofa. In fact, I was thinking about circling the
stain with a permanent marker so I'd always know where a part of you is."

  He chuckled through his tears, "That's just all kinds of creepy."

  "You're a fine one to talk. Sitting at my table in your cummy underwear
eating cereal. Look, Ben, None of this is your fault. The messed up life,
you didn't create, you were born into it, not your choice. You certainly
aren't to blame for the virus. Gramps seems to be a mean spirited bastard,
again not your fault. Wet dreams are a part of growing up. You can reduce
the frequency and volume by taking matters in your own hands though."

  "You mean like jerking off? Yeah that has been a problem for me. Gramps
took the door to my room off the hinges, so I have no privacy. He says he
wants to be sure I'm not smoking dope in there, which is just bullshit. And
when I go to the shower, he yells at me not to waste water playing with
myself. When I'm on the toilet he bangs on the door and tells me to stop
hammering my nail."

  "Damn, that's just cruel. I guess he's forgotten what it's like to be
thirteen. Well, you won't have that problem here. You can jerk off as much
as you want." I purposefully looked down at his crotch. "You might want to
take care of that or at least go pee, or both. If it goes off again, you
might put my eye out or something."

  "If that's really worrying you, then keep your eyes turned away," Ben
shot back. His quick wit evident. I love a quick wit, especially his.

  He finished his cereal and rinsed his bowl out, then headed toward the
bathroom. After a couple of minutes, I figured he wasn't merely relieving
his bladder in there. I had just poured another cup of coffee when he
returned. My eyes immediately went to his crotch. The erection was gone,
now there was just a soft pliable lump below the still wet spot. Even soft,
it seemed too big to be on such a small kid.

  "Feeling better?" I jabbed, letting him know I was aware of what he did
in there.

  Ben blushed, but nodded. "Much."

  "By the way, you owe seventy five cents to the swear jar. You said `shit,
son of a bitch, and fuck'."

  He laughed at my joke and sat down. "So what do we do now?"

  "I guess the same as the rest of the country. Binge watch Netflix and eat
junk food."

  "Well, sign me up. Woo hoo," he said sarcastically.

  Neither of us had bothered to get dressed, and were on the third episode
of a series about zombies, when I couldn't take anymore. Not the
zombies. Him. He sat there in his underwear, one foot on the sofa, waving
his leg back and forth. The waving caused his bunched up cock to stay
`fluffy' in his now dry underwear. I hadn't been able to keep my mind on
zombies. I could relate though. They wanted to eat brains, I wanted to eat
Ben.

  I gathered my robe around me to hide my erection, and headed to my
bathroom. Damn! If I'm like this on day one, how will I be on day ten? I
didn't hold high hopes for his safety. I sat on the toilet, playing whack a
mole with my cock, images of Ben's erection behind cum stained undies in my
mind. It didn't take long for me to force my cock down into the bowl and
fire enough cum out to form an alien looking white blob to float around in
it.

  Ben gave me a knowing grin when I returned. I noticed he had pulled his
blanket over his lap. I wondered what that was about. After two more
episodes of zombies, I asked Ben if he wanted lunch.

  "Brains. Must have brains," he snarled, then attacked me. His hands
seemed to be everywhere as he tried to bite my neck. We ended up on the
floor, as he continued in snarling zombie mode. My robe had come untied in
the wrestling match. Ben was astride me, pretending to chew on my throat. I
could feel his erection on my belly, and his upper leg on my hard cock.

  Suddenly realizing the situation, Ben stopped the attack. He raised his
head and looked at me. He moved his leg back and forth over my rampant
cock.

  "Um... I think you're supposed to shoot zombies in the head, not beat
them with a club."

  "I think the club works too, if you get it in their head just right," I
replied.

  "You should be careful though. I hear some zombies carry clubs too," he
said, continuing with the word play, and nudging his cock into my belly.

  "So I've noticed," I glanced down between our bodies and said, "Hot dogs
for lunch?"

  Ben broke up laughing, and rolled off me. I put him to work chopping an
onion, while I prepared the wieners. I asked if he wanted chili on his, but
he declined, so I didn't open a can. We moved around the kitchen together
well, and soon had our lunch ready.

  I could tell he had something on his mind, so I asked him about it. "I'm
so glad I'm here with you. Another day in that hell hole next door, and I
probably would have murdered both of them in their sleep."

  "Well, you'd end up in the cell next to your grandmother. As it is,
you're still cooped up here with me," I pointed out.

  "Yeah, but at least you're paying attention to me. We played checkers,
and watched tv together. If I decided to go out to the backyard, you
probably won't yell at me. And hell, I'm sitting here in my underwear, I
never get to do that," he said as he took a bite of his dog.

  "I'm glad you're here too. You're good company. I haven't played games
with anyone in a long time, or had anyone to watch tv and sit around in my
undies with." That last part just slipped out. Even if it was true, I
didn't mean to say it.

  "So, you're a teacher? What are they going to do about all the missed
school?"

  "I don't know. I only substitute, so I just follow someone else's lesson
plan. Mostly I just keep the kids from killing each other. I'm also a
writer."

  "Like books?"

  "Yeah, and short stories. I'm working on my second novel."

  "I'd love to read the first one if you have a copy. What kind of short
stories?"

  I was sliding my hot dog into my mouth when he asked. My mind went
straight to my Nifty stories. I choked a little and answered
"Uh... probably none you have read."

  "I spend a lot of time alone in my room reading. I might have."

  " I doubt it, but I just happen to have a copy or twelve, of my
novel. I'll even autograph one for you."

  After lunch clean up, I got out a copy of my book. I wrote inside "To My
Friend Ben, A great companion to have during a pandemic." and signed it.

  He sat down and started reading, and I got out my laptop. I glanced over
at him and noticed that the picture of my face on the back cover was firmly
planted on his bulge. If only it were real. I was going to work on my
novel, instead brought up the latest story that I had started writing for
Nifty.

  A few pages into the book, Ben asks, "What's a metronome?" It had been a
murder weapon in the book.

  "You've probably seen one. It's that thing that musicians and music
teachers use to mark time. It has that long needle the tics back and
forth."

  "OH yeah. I've seen one of those." Then his eyes lit up. "Wait... Will
one of those really fit in... I mean... It was in the guy's ass."

  "It was put there post mortem, but the killer really didn't care if it
would've hurt the victim or not, even if the victim had been still alive."

  Ben nodded in acknowledgement. "But it did fit. Right?"

  "You'd be surprised how much a sphincter will stretch. And if you keep
reading, you'll find out more without having to ask."

  A little while later, Ben interrupted me again. "Three curling irons!
Really? Does this guy have a hangup about asses, or what?"

  I chuckled, "You could say that."

  "What are you working on?" he asked when he finally noticed I was typing
on my laptop.

  "Just a story."

  "Does this one have a guy with an ass fetish?"

  I had to laugh. "As a matter of fact, it does." If he only knew how true
that was. The main character loved his teen boyfriend's ass.

  Ben is not stupid in the least, and quickly replied, "Maybe it's the
author who has an ass fetish, and not the characters."

  "Yeah, so maybe you should sleep with one eye open," I retorted.

****************** Chapter three

  "Is something wrong? You don't like the book?" I asked, when Ben set the
book down and looked over at me.

  "No, it's great. I just need a break. Some of it's pretty gruesome. Your
writing makes it vivid and real. Are your short stories like the book?"

  "No. They're a completely different genre."

  "Can I read one of them? just to get a break from the murders."

  "No. They're not age appropriate, as the saying goes."

  "Serial murder and mayhem is okay, but whatever you're writing is
not?. You already told me the guy has an ass fetish. How much worse can it
be?"

  "You'd be surprised." I chuckled.

  "Now you've got me curious. Please... Pretty please with sugar on top?"

  "Um... Do you know what erotica is?" I asked.

  "No, but it sounds interesting," he grinned impishly.

  "It's erotic stories. Basically, written porn."

  "People read porn? Why not just download a vid?"

  "People read books. Why not just watch a movie? Books are
different. Imagination is key when reading, depending on what the writer
puts down, and what the reader pictures in his head. The writer may say a
character has blond hair. There are many shades of blond, the reader
subconsciously decides which one. In a movie, you're stuck with whatever
the director gives you. There is a famous book series where the main
character is a 6'2" black man. Movies based on the books, star a white guy
that's only 5'8". Another example is Sherlock Holms. In the books,
Dr. Watson is a British man, in the tv series, the character is an Oriental
woman. The producers and directors gave the audience something completely
different than the writer intended. The written word is a meeting of minds
between the writer and the reader. There are limits of course. Say for
instance, if I were to describe you. I would mention your sandy hair, large
hazel eyes and the cute dimples you have when you smile. But I could never
truly capture your beauty. I'd have to rely on the reader's imagination to
fill in the blanks and get the image in his head."

  Ben blushed three shades of pink. "But if you're writing porn... excuse
me, erotica, you wouldn't be describing my face."

  "Well, at some point I would be. But relating to a reader how enticing
that thing is, can be difficult too," I said, nodding toward his plump
package.

  He glanced at his lap and blushed even more. "So, I'm beautiful and
enticing? You have got to let me read one of your stories now."

  What am I supposed to do now? If he reads my stories, he'll know my dirty
little secret. Actually a lot of dirty secrets. He'll probably run away
screaming. Even being with his Gramps would feel safer to him. But I need
to be honest with him too. It should be his choice. Stay here knowing I'm
going to be perving on him. Or he could try to talk sense into his Gramps
and beg to be let in.

  I brought up the Nifty authors page with the over eighty stories I have
posted there. "Pick one."

  He clicked on a story about a relationship between a man and a boy, and
began reading. I tried to read his expressions, and after a few minutes his
eyes went wide in surprise. Another minute later, his hand snuck under the
laptop to adjust his cock. Soon, when he would scroll, the laptop rocked
back and forth, unevenly balanced on his erection.

  When he finished the story, I didn't stop him as he clicked back to the
story list and selected another. The first story had been from the man's
point of view, and he eventually fucked the boy. The second story was also
from a man's POV, but he ends up being fucked by a boy. Ben remained hard
throughout reading. I could tell by the way he occasionally snuck a hand
under the laptop, and by the way the laptop continued to rock on his lap.

  When he finished that one he asked, "Are all your stories like that?"

  "No there's a variety of themes." I reached over and scrolled to a story
about two boy's, but one is an alien. I could actually feel that the laptop
was perched on his hard cock.

  He made it about two thirds through the story, before he sat the laptop
aside. When he stood, his erection was very prominent, and looked ready to
burst. He quickly darted to the bathroom, and I had to laugh.

  Ben came out of the bathroom less than five minutes later, looking
sheepish, and still somewhat erect but not desperate. He saw me grinning
and looking at his crotch. He blushed in embarrassment. "Gathering data for
your next story?" He quipped about my staring, and sat down with the laptop
again on his lap.

  When he finished the alien story he remarked, "You should write a second
chapter to this one."

  "I've actually started it a few times, but it's a difficult one to pull
off."

  He nodded as if he understood the difficulty of it. He paused a moment
then said, "I like your stories. They're not just about the sex. They have
a plot and good characters. Not like porn videos where it's just sex."

  "Well, I try to be entertaining." I replied, surprised that he hadn't
mentioned the `gayness' of the stories.

  "What should I read next?"

  I knew he had already jerked off, so I was surprised at the
question. "You still want to read more?"

  Ben nodded and I had to wonder if he was still hard under the computer. I
gave it some thought before choosing the next story for him. I decided to
push the envelope a bit, and chose one about a writer and a teen boy. This
one is written from the boy's perspective though.

  Ben laughed out loud at some of the boy's antics, and once in a while
looked over at me as if he was imagining me in the role of the writer. I
could only wish I was as lucky as the character.

  This particular story is fairly long, so I decided to start dinner while
he read. A couple of times I glanced into the living room and saw Ben with
his hand under the laptop, obviously giving his cock a squeeze.

  By the time Ben joined me in the kitchen, he'd had time to read at least
one other story. As he entered, I noticed he was led by an obvious
erection. I could clearly see the outline of it, which didn't bend at all
with his steps. I had wished for an opportunity to see him in his briefs. I
fear I may regret that wish. He was going to drive me crazy like this.

  "Something smells good," he said casually, as if he wasn't near naked in
my kitchen with a raging boner.

  "Uh... It's almost ready, if you will set the table, I'll finish up
here," I stammered, unable to take my eyes off his midsection.

  I almost burned the rolls I had in the oven, I was distracted by his
underwear clad body as he moved around the table. He didn't seem to mind
that he was totally on display. His erection hadn't abated in the least,
even as he opened the freezer to get out ice for tea.

  I was placing food on the table, when Ben grinned at the tent in my
boxers and robe. My hands were full so I couldn't hide it. "Looks like
someone is happy to see me," he quipped.

  "You're no better off from what I can see."

  "I have an excuse. I've been reading porn for a couple of hours. I doubt
that cooking dinner is that arousing, so it must be that you are happy to
see me."

  "Shut up and eat your dinner, smart ass."

  Ben was quiet for a minute, then asked, "Where do you get your ideas for
your stories? I mean, is any of it true?"

"As a writer, I draw on experience and imagination. Obviously I haven't
killed anyone with a metronome, but there are bits and pieces of my life in
many of my stories."

  "So, have you done any of those things?" he shyly asked.

  "If you're asking me if I'm gay, then yes. Does that bother you?"

  "No, not at all. I looked at a few other stories on that site. Other than
yours I mean. Some are just gross. It's all about some old guys fucking
little boys. Yours are different."

  "How so?"

  "In your stories, the characters actually care for each other. Like they
love each other."

  "I guess I'm just a romantic at heart. I think people should have
feelings for whoever they have sex with, instead of just a place to dump a
load. Not that there isn't something to be said for a quicky between
friends or even anonymous sex. It's just not my thing. Which might explain
why I'm still alone," I chuckled.

  "But you have had sex, right?"

  "Yes. But more like the quicky between friends variety. Not really what
I'm looking for long term. What about you? Have you been dipping your wick
anywhere?"

  "Not really," he replied, obviously hiding something.

  "Just naughty fumbling with a friend?" I probed.

  Ben's head jerked up and his eyes flew open. "No!" he denied a little too
quickly.

  "Hey, don't worry about it. It's normal for friends to experiment. Almost
all guys do it. And it doesn't make you're gay if you do, or the
gay/straight ratio would be reversed."

  "Did you experiment with a friend?"

  "Yes. And he is straight as a stick now, so don't let it bother you if
you did."

  His nod was almost imperceptible. "So you and your friend did all those
things you wrote about?"

  "No, not all," I laughed, remembering mine and Mark's playtimes.

  At first it was just jerking off together, which soon turned into jerking
each other. I already knew by then I was gay, so it wasn't long before I
offered Mark the warm wet comfort of my mouth. Three days in a row, after
school, I sucked his dick. On the fourth day, I insisted he return the
favor. He did, but that was the only time he did. Over the next year, until
he got a girlfriend, I swallowed gallons of his cum.

  Lost in my memories, I didn't notice Ben had asked me another
question. "Yoo hoo, Earth to Trent."

  "I'm sorry, did you say something?"

  "I asked how old you and your friend were then. Were you just thinking
about him?"

  "Yeah, I guess I was. We were only a little older than you. I was not
quite fourteen yet, but he was already. Help me clear the table, and then
we can play something."

  We settled on Monopoly because it is a long game and we could still chat
while playing. I took advantage of him being preoccupied with the game
setup to ask, "What did you and your friend do?"

  "We only... Shit." Ben realized I had tricked him into admitting his
tryst with his friend. "We only jerked each other. Only once, just before
spring break."

  "Was it the guy who texted you to come to his house?"

  "Yeah, Jason."

  "Is that why you went? Hoping to get together again?" I asked him, hoping
the answer would be yes.

  "No. I knew we couldn't do anything with the other guys around. I really
just wanted to get out of that house, and see my friends. Have a little fun
for a change."

  Midway through the game, Ben asked, "How many boys have you done stuff
with?"

  "Just the one, back when I was your age."

  "How old are you now?"

  "Twenty eight."

  "That's a long time to go without," Ben noted.

  "I haven't been totally innocent this whole time, I just haven't been
with a boy." I pointed out.

  "Could we finish this game tomorrow, and maybe watch tv before bed?" Ben
asked, standing up and stretching his legs.

  "Sure. Would you like popcorn with tv?"

  "I don't think so. But I will shower first if that's ok." He dug through
the trash bags until he found some underwear, then headed to the bathroom.

  I loved watching him move around in his tight white briefs. When he bent
over the bag, I thought my cock would rip through my boxers. We had spent
the whole day in hardly any clothes, and I was about to burst. I thought I
would sneak to my room and stroke one out while he was in the shower.

  My heart stopped when I noticed he hadn't closed the bathroom door
completely, and I could see his reflection in the mirror. He was bent over
the tub, adjusting the water temperature before activating the shower
spray. As I watched, he raised up and glanced towards the door. I don't
think he saw me, but he slid his underwear down and off. I could only see
his backside, those gorgeous globes, as he stepped into the tub, and closed
the frosted glass door. I stood transfixed for a few minutes as I watched
his silhouette, before continuing to my room.  His small pale butt was on
my mind as I started to stroke my cock.

  "Trent, I'm waiting!" Ben called just outside my bedroom door a little
later.

  "Shit," I muttered. "Be right there!" I yelled at the door. I pulled up
my boxers and closed my robe. He was standing there as I came out.

  "Are you okay? You sounded upset."

  "I'm fine," I lied. And I was going to get less fine.

  He still wore only briefs, and these were old and almost threadbare in
the seat, I noticed as he walked in front of me, I could see the fleshy
globes through the material. Then, as we got to the sofa, I noticed the
front panel was separating from the elastic waistband. There was a three or
four inch gap just above the stuffed pouch.

  I started the next episode of the zombie series, and Ben sat next to
me. He leaned his head on my arm, and placed his feet on the sofa. My
attention was drawn to his lithe form. From his cute feet and coltish legs,
up to that tight pale butt. Then to that rip in his underwear that
separated to expose the base of his cock, and the few wispy hairs near
it. The beauty of it all took my breath away.

  I was still staring at his body, when the zombies attacked a farmhouse in
mob force. Ben gripped my robe and turned his face to my chest. As the
scene continued, he drew my arm over his shoulder and clutched onto me. My
arm draped over his side with my hand landing on his threadbare underwear
covered butt. I was keenly aware of the treasures near my fingertips, and
was severely tempted to take advantage.

  It was when the scene was over, and Ben had turned back to face the tv,
that we both discovered his arm was on my erect cock.

  He slid his arm up and down my erection and said, "You obviously like
zombies a lot more than I do."

  "Yeah, let's blame the zombies."

  "Well what else could it be?" Ben said in mock innocence.

  "Look Ben, you know I'm gay. And from reading my stories, you must know
that I really like boys your age. On top of that, you're very attractive,
sweet, smart, funny, which ticks all my boxes."

  "Yeah, I know."

  "Then why are you torturing me?"

 "I'm not trying to torture you. I'm trying to seduce you."

  "W...What? Why?"

  "When I first saw you, I thought it would be fun to play around with you
like Jason and I did. I saw the way you looked at me, and figured you were
interested. When I read your stories, I knew for sure you were interested.
Then you said you should have feelings for someone before you have sex with
them. I like you a lot, and I think you like me too. You've been really
nice to me, and we're gonna be stuck here a long time. Why shouldn't we
enjoy our time together?"

  "So, you want to jerk off together, like you did with Jason?"

  "No, well yes, but I want to try other things with you too."

  "Ben, I don't think... "

  "You're worried about getting into trouble. Who am I gonna tell? We're
stuck here. I promise I won't say anything later either."

********** Chapter Four

  Ben was a little disappointed when I declined his invitation. He seemed
to understand when I told him I didn't want to feel like I was taking
advantage of him, just because he had nowhere else to go.

  We continued with the zombie marathon, with Ben still leaning on me, and
my arm draped around him. My concentration was useless. I couldn't help
feeling attracted to him, and kicking myself for turning him down. And I
also realized I really cared for him. I wanted to protect him from the
world, not just this fucking virus. His innocence and vulnerability were
hugely attractive attributes for me.

  He had fallen asleep in my arms, so I laid him down and pulled the
blanket over him. As I crawled into bed, I congratulated myself for
surviving another day without raping him.

  I had a wonderful dream about being in bed with a boy. I remember him
kissing me, and pressing his naked body into mine, then spooning in front
of me, wrapped in my arms. I awoke with the first rays of sun coming into
my window, to discover it wasn't a dream.

  I raised up on one elbow to see Ben in my bed. He turned his head to look
over his shoulder at me, then rolled over to face me. He gave me his
adorable dimpled smile, then wrapped his arm around my neck to pull me into
a passionate kiss.

  I could feel his hardness against me, and I'm sure he could feel mine as
well. We were lip locked, with our tongues doing battle, as my hands roamed
freely over his body. When my hand found his tight boy buns, he moaned into
my mouth and pressed himself tighter against me. The kiss became more
intense as my finger slipped into his crevice. He began humping into my
embrace, and I slid my hand around to his cock. I could feel his
desperation, and began stroking his teen meat. In under a minute, he
throbbed in release, bathing his belly and my hand in boy juice.

  When he had calmed down, our lips separated. Ben's eyes searched mine as
he reached for my cock.

  "Let's get dressed and go for a run. Then breakfast," I suggested as I
pulled away from his grip.

  "A run?... Now?"

  "Yep. We don't want to get fat and lazy during this pandemic," I answered
as I pushed him out of the bed.

  I had already gone too far, and didn't trust myself not to go further
than he would want. Ben stood there looking at me as if I were crazy. "A
run... Now... You're sure?"

  His dick was still erect, and beautiful. Standing proudly in front of
him, thick, with a fat knob at the end, a small patch of wispy fur, smooth
hairless balls, on full display for me. His recent release running down his
belly, caused my tongue to dart out and lick my lips subconsciously.

  I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine, and rolled out of
bed. His eyes went immediately to my cock, and widened in surprise at my
size.  "Damn! Are you sure you can run while dragging that thing along?"

  "Just get dressed, smartass. I'll show you who can run."

  It was a beautiful spring day, and I think Ben actually enjoyed the
run. We loped along at an easy pace, nodding hello to other housebound
people who had the same idea that morning. After about a mile, we turned
around and headed back, seeing even more families out for a stroll.

  "It was nice seeing all those families out together," a winded Ben said,
bending over grasping his knees in order to catch his breath. "I've never
had a family like that. You know, who enjoyed being together."

  I handed him a towel to wipe the sweat off. "Yeah, well if it's any
consolation, I'm sure domestic violence crimes are up right now too."

  Ben nodded his head. "Yeah, probably."

  I made us breakfast. While eating, I said, "After breakfast clean up, we
need to go to the grocery store. I hadn't planned on having a guest."

  "So, we're just going to ignore the thousand pound gorilla in the room?"
Ben asked.

  I knew he was referring to what happened between us earlier. "As long as
possible," I replied, gathering my dishes.

  As we walked across the store parking lot, I told Ben, "Every time I go
in here wearing this mask, I feel like I'm about to rob the place at
gunpoint."

  "It would be a good time to do it. On the store's security cameras, we
all look alike."

  "That's true, but keep that big gun in your pocket just the same."

  "Your gun's bigger than mine."

  The weather had been so nice, I thought we'd get some things to cook on
the outdoor grill. It would also get us outside and keep us from going stir
crazy. We got some nice steaks, burger patties, and for tonight, fresh
fish. It's a good thing I was well stocked on toilet paper and bottled
water, because they were out. I thought that was a strange pair of things
to be out of. I guess people thought there would be plenty of water to
flush the toilet, but none to drink? Oh well, that's just the way my mind
works.

  It was odd walking around seeing everyone in masks, and the store had put
up plexiglass between the cashiers and customers. It was surreal. It also
appeared everyone was hesitant about handling money, so most people paid by
debit card.

  "Wow. That was strange," Ben said as he wheeled our shopping cart to my
car.

  "Yeah. It's like we live in a different country."

  "Or a different planet," Ben concluded.

  I wore gloves to put things in the pantry and placed them on a shelf by
themselves. I wanted to let them set for a few days to allow any virus to
die off before handling it.

  "Now you're just being paranoid," Ben said.

  "Hey, we're not sick, and I'd like to keep it that way. I said I'd get
you through this, so I'm trying to do just that."

  I made us some PB&J sandwiches for lunch, and Ben liked it. "I remember
my mom used to make that for me. My grandmother and great grandmother
didn't."

  After lunch, I asked Ben if he'd like to watch a movie, or play a
game. "How about strip poker?" he suggested with a devious smile on his
face.

  "You just had to invite that gorilla back into the room, didn't you. Look
Ben, I'm twice your age, and that gorilla needs to stay in his cage."

  "But he was kinda fun this morning," Ben giggled.

  We opted to finish our game of Monopoly, the little shit won. Then we
tossed a football around in the backyard. I'm not sure, but I thought I saw
someone peeking out of the window at his great grandparent's house. Either
way, no one came out to invite him back home.

  Sunset hues lit the sky as I put the fish on the grill. With some
asparagus sauteed in garlic butter, and a nice salad, we had a decent meal.

  "I've never liked asparagus, but I've never had it like this. It's really
good."

  "I'm glad you like it. Tomorrow we're having steak, and you get to cook
the potatoes."

  "I don't know how to cook."

  "I'll show you what to do. You have to pull your weight if you want to
stick around," I joked.

  "I'd rather pull something else," he muttered under his breath.

  "What?"

  "Nothing. I didn't say anything."

  "After dinner, you want more zombies or something else?"

  "You got any porn?"

  "Ben..."

  "Hey, you can't blame a guy for trying."

  We settled on two superhero movies, then shower and bed.I had barely
drifted off when he climbed into my bed.

  "What are you doing here, Ben?"

  "Shh...  I know you're not going to kick me out, because you care about
me. And I care about you too. We don't know how long we'll be on lockdown,
or even if we'll survive this pandemic. But what I do know is that I want
you, and you want me. Can we stop ignoring the gorilla? Will you please
listen to your heart and your cock and not your brain for a change."

  Then he kissed me, and I was lost. The kiss turned passionate, demanding
even.Our bodies melded together.

  After five full minutes, I broke away from his lips. "First I'm going to
lose my job." I said, and kissed him. "Then I'm going to jail for a very
long time." I kissed him again. "Then I'm going to burn in hell." I kissed
him then moved down his body. I looked him in the eye and said. "But I
don't care. You're right. I want this too." I swallowed his beautiful cock.

  "Oh Jesus, Trent, why did you wait so long to do that?" Ben moaned.

  I didn't waste time talking. I had some sucking to do. His cock fit
nicely in my mouth, just testing its limits, and tasted like heaven on
earth. My efforts elicited moans from Ben. He ran his fingers through my
hair as I bobbed up and down his throbbing shaft. I palmed his hairless
balls noting how hefty they were. I hoped they would provide me with a nice
load to swallow. After a few minutes, I felt his balls tighten up in their
sack. Ben pulled my head against his groin and moaned as his orgasm washed
over him. His urethra pulsed and Ben grunted as each spasm sent a current
of boy cum into my mouth. I savored my reward rolling it around his
cockhead with my tongue before sending it down my throat. I took a few
minutes to clean his cock of every trace of cream, then moved up beside him
on the pillow.

  I somehow knew this was a significant event in my life. Like most people
remember where they were on 9/11 or when Kenedy was assassinated. I'm
always going to remember my first Corona/Ben blow job with fondness. And
hopefully many more.

  "I've changed my mind. I said I wouldn't stop you from jerking off. Well
now you're not allowed to jerk off anymore. I want your cum. Consider it
rent for staying here."

  Ben chuckled as he caught his breath. "When is the rent due again?"

  "I think twice a day, everyday should cover it."

  "I'm thirteen, I can handle it. But I think for every additional load I
give you, you have to give me one in return."

  "Ok, but you're already a few days behind on your rent," I said as I
moved back down his body.

  "And who's... Jesus... Who's fault is that?"

  I couldn't respond with my mouth full.

  "Mmm. Who ever thought paying rent would be so nice."

  He lasted longer this time, and I got to show him some of my fellatio
skills. I'm no expert, but he seemed to enjoy it. I know I did. There's
just no way to describe the pleasure of having a teen cock in your
mouth. So fresh. So utterly enthusiastic. Willing to share their wonderful
bodies. And you know that every time he sees you, in the back of his mind,
he'll be thinking about how your lips felt around his cock.

  Ben was straining, and gripping the sheets. Wanting to cum, but not
wanting the feelings to end. I put additional emphasis on his cock head,
and that took him over the cliff. His stomach tightened, he grunted loudly,
and thrust up into my mouth to explode.

  He took a few minutes to recover. "I'm probably going to die during this
plague, but not from the virus," he chuckled. "So, I'm not allowed to jerk
off any more?"

  "Well, think about this. There are seven billion people on this
planet. Probably at least five percent are boys between the age of thirteen
to eighteen. That's three hundred and fifty million boys jerking off an
average of twice a day. I'm surprised we're not all floating in sticky
white stuff. Why waste it when there are so many of us who are willing to
absorb it?"

  "Funny you should say that. I heard that in the bible it says a good
man's sperm should end up in the belly of a whore rather than one drop hit
the ground."

  "See. God knew we'd be swimming in it," I laughed.

  Ben got quiet for a moment, lost in thought. "Do you think this virus is
going to kill a lot of people?"

  "Probably. It already has taken thousands. But mostly they will be old
people and people with weakened immune systems. Not beautiful young boys
like you. Plagues are like nature's way of thinning the herd. Wars are
man's way of doing it."

  With that thought, Ben snuggled into my arms needing comfort. We were
soon asleep.

  Chapter Five

  "Rent time," I bellowed, waking Ben from a deep sleep.

  His cock was already awake, and I took it into my throat. For a little
kid, he's got a nice size cock. He grumbled something, but I think it was
because I woke him. The sensations running through his cock to his brain
brightened his mood, and soon he was pulling my head tightly to his groin,
and thrusting for release. When it came, it almost put him back to sleep.

  "Wake up young man."

  "Why? I paid my rent."

  "We need some supplies, so we're walking down to the drug store."

  Ben grumbled as he dragged himself from the bed, standing in front of me
stretching his body from its sleepiness. God he was beautiful. I almost
threw him back on the bed to devour him again.

  I was again surprised by the number of people out walking. Couples with
baby strollers, dogs dragging their owners on leashes. Just trying to keep
from going stir crazy, I'm sure.

  At the store, Ben asked about the item I picked up. "It's an enema bag."

  "Maybe you should eat more salads and bran," he laughed.

  "Very funny," I said as I took a bottle of lube from the shelf.

  "What's that?"

  "Personal lubricant."

  "You getting rusty like the Tin Man in the Wizard of Oz?"

  I just gave him a dirty look, though he probably couldn't see it through
my mask, and reached for a box of condoms on the shelf next to the lube. I
had no intention of using them, other than demonstration, but Ben needed to
learn about their use.

  Ben's expression changed from puzzled, to uncertain. "Are you going to
use those?" he whispered behind his mask.

  "No," I answered, and his expression changed to confused.

  The young man behind the plexiglass at the register, looked over our
items then at us. I could see his mask tighten to his face as he broke out
in a big smile. "Where were you when I was his age?"

  "Probably in high school, dreaming of the same thing," I replied.

  He bagged our stuff and handed it to me. "I usually say `Have a nice
day', but I know you will."

  Ben was quiet along our return walk home. As soon as we entered the house
he asked, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

  "No."

  "Then are we going to fill these with water and have a water balloon
fight in the backyard?" he joked as he pulled the condoms from the bag.

  "Maybe," I answered. It was a box of twenty four, and I only needed one,
I hoped.

  "What does `Ribbed for her pleasure' mean? And these are regular, do they
make different sizes? Will these fit you? Should I disappear for a while if
you're having a girl over?"

  "Jesus Ben. Let's see, uh... the ribs are just rings around the condom
that are slightly different than the rest of the condom, and I doubt they
have any impact on a girl's pleasure. Yes they make different sizes, and
no, I don't use that size. No, you don't have to leave for a while, I'm not
having company."

  "Now I'm really confused," Ben lamented.

  "Maybe you just need some breakfast. Eggs over easy or scrambled?"

  "Scrambled is fine."

  I got out the eggs and some link sausages. As I cooked, Ben was studying
the items we'd just bought. Suddenly his face lit up as he put the three
items together in his head.

  "So... The author does have an ass fetish."

  "Yes, and I warned you not to let that gorilla out of his cage."

  "He can bang around all he wants, you won't hear me complain." Ben
replied with an evil chuckle.

  "We'll see," I warned.

  "Please tell me your dick isn't like that alien's in your story."

  The alien he was referring to had a penis that expanded at the glans to
huge proportions, and generated an electric current during intercourse.

  "I'm afraid you're not that lucky. His friend really enjoyed that if you
remember."

  "But you do plan to fuck me, right?"

  "Most definitely."

  "Will that count toward my rent?" the smart ass asked.

  "No. But it will help cover your food costs. So enjoy your breakfast."

  Ben laughed at that, and continued with his meal. When he finished, he
rinsed out his dish and put it in the dishwasher.

  "It must be time for the rent again, or do you want to just skip to
paying the grocery bill?" he asked as he unbuttoned his jeans.

  "Since you're still behind, I'll just collect some rent."

  I turned on another episode of the zombie series as we sat on the
sofa. For the next two hours, I nursed on his nice cock, never letting him
over the cliff. Ben was getting desperate, and a bit irate, thrusting up at
me, wanting me to finish him off. I was enjoying it too much to allow it
though.

  "Damn it Trent, you're killing me here."

  "I thought you weren't going to complain about that gorilla stomping
around."

  "I'm not. I just wish he'd get to where he's going."

  I chuckled and swallowed his cock again. I didn't make him suffer any
longer, taking his cock and working it quickly. I palmed his nuts and
tickled his knob with my tongue on each pass. He grabbed my head and moaned
in appreciation as his load went into my throat.

  Neither of us wanted lunch so we went for another walk. Ben seemed
pensive so I asked him what was up.

  "I'm just thinking. I'm not looking forward to going back to that house
with them. I'm really happy being with you. And not just because of all
that the wild ass gorilla brought with him. I mean, that's fun too, but
even without it, I've never been happier. I hate to say it, but I'm hoping
the lockdown never ends."

  "Well, I'm happy you're with me too. You know, even if they lift the
lockdown, the pandemic won't be over until there are no new cases, and
everyone is clean. And these things tend to mutate, so they'll have to find
a vaccine for it too."

  "You mean I don't have to go back over there when the lockdown is
lifted?"

  "I'm saying your great grandfather is probably too paranoid to let you
back in right away, so you might be with me quite a while. Sometimes it
takes years to find a cure for something like this. Hell, they haven't even
cured the common cold yet."

  "You'll let me stay that long?"

  "Well, if I had a headache for twenty years and it went away, I'd
probably miss it."

  "You just want me around for the rent."

  "I admit, it is an incentive to keep you around."

  "I can live with that," Ben laughed, his mood improving.

  Near dinner time I took out some red new potatoes. "Wash these and cut
them in quarters."

  While he was doing that, I washed and cut some broccoli, and got out my
steamer pot.

  "Now in a bowl, pour a little olive oil over the potatoes. Toss in the
leftover chopped onions from yesterday. Now add some grated parmesan
cheese, salt and pepper and stir it all together till mixed evenly. Put
that in a baking pan and cover it. Put it in the oven at three hundred
fifty degrees. By the time I finish the steaks and the broccoli, it will be
done."

"OH My GOD!! These potatoes are wonderful" I can't believe I cooked them,"
Ben said after his first bite.

  "You sure did. Great job."

  "The steaks you cooked are okay too, I guess."

  "These steaks cost thirty dollars a pound, and they are cooked perfectly,
you little shit," I said as I smacked the back of his head.

  He laughed and took another bite of his potatoes.

  After dinner, we tried to watch the news on tv. But it was
depressing. Stock market down, cruise ships not allowed to dock, and the
numbers of cases and deaths kept going up. So I switched it to another
zombie episode. Pretend dead people was less depressing than people
actually dying.

  Halfway through the first episode, Ben crawled up in my lap and kissed me
passionately. "I think I'm ready to find out what that gorilla has in store
for me."

  "Do you want to pitch or catch?" I asked him.

  He looked at me questioningly for a moment, then he figured it out. "I
want to catch. Definitely catch."

  I was surprised at his answer. He's seen my cock, he's got to know it's
gonna hurt. He must really be anxious to try bottoming. Who am I to deny a
boy what he really wants? I handed him the bag from the drug store, and
gave him instructions. He didn't make an "Eww that's gross" face, just took
the bag and practically ran to the bathroom.

  I was waiting for him in bed. He came out looking shy, like a blushing
bride on her honeymoon. I lifted the blanket in invitation, and he slid in
beside me. I couldn't help but admire this beautiful specimen of teen male
sensuality.

  "Are you sure you're ready for this?" I asked with a kiss.


  "Yes please."

  He rolled over onto his stomach, and I began to prepare his hole, as I
took a moment to appreciate his small globes of flesh. I worked on him for
about twenty minutes, then told him to roll onto his back. He gave me a
funny look again but rolled over. I slathered my cock with lube, and raised
his feet in the air.

  As I lined up I said "Last chance to change your mind."

  He shook his head and closed his eyes in anticipation. I placed my cock
head at his entrance and pressed forward. I didn't let up until my knob had
taken purchase inside him. He let out a groan as I popped in, but otherwise
didn't complain. Nine more thick inches followed the head, slowly worming
its way inside his warm tight tunnel, each progression eliciting a moan
from him. When he felt my balls against his ass, he began breathing again.

  "God, you've got a big cock. Is that you inside me Trent, or that damned
gorilla?"

  "From what I understand, relative to their size, gorillas have small
dicks." I withdrew about four inches and pushed back in. "Does this feel
like a gorilla dick to you?"

  "Ugh... No. More like a zebra with a doorknob on the end of it. Do that
again."

  I obliged him, stroking about five inches. "Oh God. I always knew I would
like this... Fuck me Trent."

  For such a small boy, he sure took my large cock well. I started out slow
and gentle, but between moans he let me know he wanted it harder and
faster. I pushed his ankles up by his head and plowed down into his
welcoming hole. Even bent in half he was thrusting his butt up at my
invading cock. This boy was made for fucking. Before long, he groaned out
an orgasm, and shot his load all over his face. Then he continued to drip
cum until I finished inside him.

  I collapsed on top of him, and he dropped his legs. As I slowly wilted
inside him he said, "Now THAT'S how you should while away the hours during
a pandemic."

  "Are you okay?"

  "It hurt some at first, then...  WOW! Did it feel good! When can we do it
again?"

  "Down boy. I'm not thirteen anymore," I chuckled.

  "Come on old man, get your ass in gear. Better yet, get my ass in gear."

  "I think the gear your ass is in is fine. Besides, you need your rest. In
the morning, we're trading places."

  "I'm going to... You're gonna let me..."

  "Yes. so go to sleep."

  I spooned behind him, reveling in the closeness of this teen god. I'm
afraid if he knew how attractive he was, he wouldn't even let me get near
him. I worried about becoming too attached, knowing it would be me that got
hurt in the long run. But I was already too attached, and knew it.  ******
Chapter Six

  "Why do I have to wear this?" Ben asked as I showed him how to apply a
condom.

  "You need to know how to play safe," I replied as I lifted my legs in
invitation.

  I let out a groan of pain as Ben pushed in too quickly. I had only
bottomed twice before, with my college roommate, and Ben's cock was just as
big as his. But I was drunk when that happened, now I wasn't.

  "Take it easy big fella. Give a guy a chance to adjust."

  "Sorry Trent, it's my first time, and I don't know what I'm doing."

  "You're doing fine. It comes naturally, don't worry."

  Of course he pulled out too far, and had to realign. When he did, he
pushed in to his pubes. I tried to stifle another groan of pain. I didn't
want to discourage the boy. He eventually got the hang of it, and
established a nice rhythm. The condom probably desensitized it a bit, and
soon he was plowing me good.

  I've never liked using a condom, and now I knew I didn't like one being
used on me either. After a few minutes, I told Ben to remove it.

  "Fuck... This feels so much better," Ben observed after resuming our
interlude.

  "For me too... ugh... ugh... Just remember... ugh... how much
better... Ugh... it can be... with someone you trust and... Shit that's
nice... trust and love."

  He stopped mid stroke. "Are you saying you love me?"

  "Um.. Just fuck me Ben."

  "Not til you answer me."

  "Okay. Yes. Happy now? So fuck me, you little shit."

  He locked my knees over his elbows, and really laid into me. "Jerk off
while I fuck you. I want you to cum when I do," Ben instructed.

  I did as he ordered. I'm not used to being a sub, but I enjoyed the shit
out of what he was doing to me. Ben seemed to like being in charge too,
although it's really not his nature. He pounded his first piece of ass like
a pro. And when I felt his cock pulsing inside me, I exploded my load in
response. He loved it.

  As we came down I asked, "Are you sure this is all new to you?"

  "Yep. How am I doing so far?"

   "Shut up you little shit,' I said as I pulled him to me.

  We happened to hear rain outside, and Ben said, "Let's go for a walk. I
love walking in the rain."

  It's funny, because I love walking in the rain too. We got dressed and
headed out. There weren't any people as there had been. I guess not many
enjoy it as much as Ben and I. Even with umbrellas, we managed to get
pretty wet, especially since Ben couldn't pass a puddle without jumping in
it. Ah to be thirteen again.

  We circled back toward the house, and when we rounded the corner, we saw
an ambulance at his great grandparents' house. We jogged the rest of the
way there, and by the time we arrived, paramedics were wheeling out a
stretcher.

  His great grandmother explained that her husband had a heart attack. Then
she climbed into the ambulance, and was gone.

  "Serves the old bastard right," Ben said as we entered my house.

  "Ben! You shouldn't wish ill of anyone. Even if he is an old bastard."

  "I'm sorry. It's just that he has always been so mean to me."

  "Well, you shouldn't anyway. And as punishment, I think it's time to pay
your rent."

  I've never seen a boy remove clothes so fast. I was just as quick to get
on my knees and devour his teen meat. He seemed to forget about the old
bastard long enough to face fuck me, wrapping his hands around my head and
thrusting his hips into me. When his balls started to draw up, I pulled
back and concentrated on the head. I wanted to taste every precious drop as
it squirted into my mouth. I got my wish as his cock throbbed out his
orgasm.

  He collapsed onto the sofa, and I followed, cleaning his spent teen cock
as he recovered.

  "God, you're good at that."

  "I'm probably the best cocksucker you know," I added.

  "You're the only cocksucker I know."

  "See. I am the best."

  "Want me to do you?" Ben offered.

  "No, I'm saving this load for your food bills."

  Ben smiled at the prospect of getting his ass fucked again. After lunch,
I collected more rent. Then in bed that night I fucked him hard enough to
pay for a week's worth of groceries. But Ben had no complaints, cumming
twice in the process.

  The next afternoon we saw a car pull up outside. Ben's great grandmother
got out and went inside her house. There was another old lady driving the
car, but she didn't get out.

  "That's her friend Hazel. They play bridge together," Ben volunteered.

  About twenty minutes later she returned, wearing a different dress. She
got back in the car and they drove off again. I guess she wanted to shower
and change clothes, and then returned to the hospital.

  We didn't see her again until the next day, when she knocked at my
door. "I've come to get Ben," she said.

  I put up my hand to stop her from entering. "I'm afraid I can't let you
do that. Ben is safe here, and you've just been at the hospital."

  She stepped back in shock. "But Frank died this morning, who's going to
take care of me?"

  "You should have thought about that before you spent two days at ground
zero for the virus. You're not even wearing gloves. You're probably
crawling with germs."

  "But Frank wouldn't let me use the stove because I forget sometimes and
leave things on to burn."

  "We'll see that you get food, but you're not coming in here, and we
aren't going into your house."

  She relented and left to go home. Ben was smiling like Alice's Cheshire
Cat.

  "Ben, you shouldn't be smiling about the old bastard dieing."

  "I'm not. I'm smiling because it sounds like my ass has a lot more
groceries to pay for."

  I called my attorney and asked him to email me guardianship papers, which
I placed on her food tray that night, with a note explaining that she needs
to think about what will come of Ben if something happens to her.

  I found them the next morning when I brought her another tray of
food. She had signed them and left them with the previous night's dishes,
unwashed dishes I might add.

  A week later, I went to pick up her tray and drop off another. The tray
was just as I had left it that morning. I dialed 911.

  We've been in lockdown for six weeks now. I assume Ben stands to inherit
the house next door. In the meantime, he's still paying rent and for his
food in the usual way, but he's close to getting even on his great
grandmother's grocery bill. We couldn't be happier, considering there's a
pandemic going on.

The End
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