Date: Thu, 28 May 2020 08:12:15 -0700
From: Metro Jenkins <metredose@gmail.com>
Subject: Pandemic chapter 3

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Chapter 3

Joe's ass was sore when he woke up. Very sore. It was a Saturday morning
and there was no reason to hop right out of bed, but he did. The soreness
increased a great deal when he moved, but Joe soon realized he had an
erection in spite of the pain at his backdoor. A strong one. An erection of
the type he'd had back when he was a teenager, like Cody.

Cody. Joe tried to force the kid out of his mind as he set up and turned on
the coffee maker, but it was impossible. He wondered what he would do if
Cody knocked again. He wondered if he would be strong enough to not answer,
or if his loneliness, his isolation, would push him back onto dangerous
ground. He was pretty sure the kid was dangerous. Maybe dangerous in
general, but definitely dangerous for Joe, personally.

He still couldn't fathom why he had allowed Cody to fuck him so brutally
the day before, or why he had allowed Cody to fuck him at all. He knew he
liked women. His brain, his heart, his penis all reminded him of that fact
often. But didn't Cody give him a hard on, too? The kid was the only thing
on his mind and he had a big boner in his shorts that wouldn't go away. It
was frustrating!

What he needed was to get out of there, to get out of his small, dingy
apartment and back into the world. He was certain that a change of scenery
was all that was needed to get his mind back on track. But where to go?
What to do? Everything was in lock down and there weren't a whole lot of
options. He could go to the grocery store, but his pantry was stocked and
there really was no reason to risk exposure among a crowd if he didn't
actually need food.

So what to do? He could go on a quick road trip. He could drive around the
countryside for a while, waste some gas. It was spring, after all, and the
greenery outside would be particularly vibrant now that everything was
fresh with new leaves. Joe decided it was a good idea, the only idea. He
downed a couple of cups of coffee, dressed quickly and headed to his car.

Down in the parking lot he found Cody. The hood of the kid's car (Joe hoped
it was the kid's car) was up, and he was doing something underneath it,
changing some fluid or tinkering with something else. Joe didn't know. He
didn't see. Most of Cody's upper body was concealed by the hood of the car,
but Joe recognized the pale blue t-shirt from the day before.

He hurried to his own car, tried to avoid being seen, and he made it. He
turned the key, pulled out of the parking space, and was off, feeling free
and easy right away. For the past few weeks he'd taken the same route to
and from the grocery store, so he decided to drive through the old
neighborhoods, to take a roundabout way to get out of the town and into the
farmlands up north.

Everything was blooming. Lilacs, magnolias, cherries, those golden chain
trees. Joe felt soothed and rejuvenated just looking at them. When he got
to the farms, the fields were green, some with seedling alfalfa or timothy
grass, some with endless rows of corn or potatoes or beets or whatever. It
made him miss the little garden he and Sara had set up in the backyard of
their home. Of his former home.

Joe had no idea if Sara wanted to keep the house. Probably the best thing
would be to sell it and split the proceeds, but then again, it wouldn't be
right to uproot the children. They liked the house. They liked their
neighborhood friends, and they liked their school. Joe decided that if his
wife and kids wanted to stay there that he would do whatever it took to
make it happen. Even if it meant that he himself had to scrape to get by.

Of course he expected to have to scrape to get by, anyway. There would no
longer be a dual income for him. Sara would keep what she made, if she
decided to return to work after the lockdown, and he would probably pay her
alimony in addition to child support. That didn't leave a whole lot of
chaff. A couple of days before he would have felt sorry for himself, but
not now. He was sure things would somehow work out.

It got boring after a while, the endless farms, the endless rows. Joe
decided to head back. It was lunch time and he was hungry, and he wanted
another cup of coffee. On the way, he took a detour and pulled off the side
of the road by a local creek. He didn't go down to it, but his position
above allowed him to see, hear and smell the rushing water, and that was
enough. Once in town, he stopped by a drive-thru coffee place and indulged
himself with a sweet, milky espresso drink.

Cody was still under the hood of his car when Joe got home. He'd been gone
for almost three hours, so the kid's car must have real problems, Joe
thought. He was interested to know what Cody was fixing, kind of wanted to
know if he could help. But the kid could not see him, so he decided it was
better to go inside than risk the possibility of the kid taking his
curiosity the wrong way. Maybe if he left the kid alone, the kid would
leave him alone, too.

Joe's butt was still sore, but it wasn't especially painful any more. He
decided to check out the damage. Off came his slacks and boxer shorts, and
then he sat on the edge of the chair he had in front of his computer, where
he was able to reach the sore place. It was odd, but his butt hole, when he
touched it, felt exactly the same as before. Not that he touched his butt
hole all that often. It was a little more puffy than usual, perhaps, but it
felt soft and small. He used his fingertips to massage the area, and that
was soothing. It was not soothing to his penis, however. It quickly
stiffened into an erection.

How many times was it now that he'd gotten hard like that? It was
weird. Joe was used to having infrequent erections that usually weren't all
that stiff. And those ones usually occurred while he was sleeping, the
evidence only apparent before he took his morning piss, after which his
erections faded quietly into the day. Sure, he still felt twinges down
there when he saw an attractive woman, but that was it. He realized he
hadn't had a regular sex life with his wife in a long, long time. What was
strange was that he hadn't cared, hadn't really even noticed..

And now, within the space of a couple of days, his penis had somehow been
reawoken, as if kissed by a prince in a fairytale. Cody was no prince. Joe
was sure of that. But the indisputable fact was that the kid was somehow
turning him on. Maybe it was simply the attention that did it, the simple
fact that Cody desired him sexually, against all sense and odds. It was
nice to be attractive to someone. It was nice to feel wanted.

His penis was still very stiff. Joe gripped it, started stroking, started
enjoying himself. After a while he spit onto his palm and then really went
at it. He was touching his anus, too, gently rubbing it with his finger
tips as he stroked. He couldn't get the kid off his mind. It didn't
matter. It felt great, and he allowed himself to give in to his
thoughts. After a while, his butthole started to feel really warm and
moist. He sucked on a finger, brought it down again, and plunged it inside.

It wasn't the fiery pain of before, but it was uncomfortable because of the
soreness. Joe's hand stroked to the same rhythm that his finger plunged, a
neat synchronicity. He was just about there. The image of the kid's hard
dick, pointing at the sky, was in his mind. His balls tightened. His penis
stifferened even more. A couple more strokes, a couple more plunges, and he
would boil over. That's when he heard pounding at his door, yet again.

Without question, it was the kid. Cody. Joe stopped just short. He suddenly
felt embarrassed, a little ashamed. His heart pounded in his chest. He
couldn't let the kid see him like that. But the knocking didn't stop. The
kid tried again and again. Joe's face was red and he was at a loss. He was
torn. He wanted to see the kid, at least find out what he wanted. But Joe
knew where that would lead.

He got up. He pulled on his shorts, pushing his erection up so it was
trapped flat against his body by the elastic at the waist. The kid was
there alright, just at the other side of the peephole. Joe opened the door.

"I suppose you want a beer," Joe said.

"Nope. I want to fuck you again."

The kid walked inside, shut the door behind him. Within moments he was next
to Joe. He reached around and grabbed Joe's ass, kneaded it for a little
while. Then he pulled Joe's shorts down.

"Looks like your ready for me," the kid said, when he saw Joe's boner.

There was no answer for the truth. Joe couldn't deny it, not to Cody, not
to himself. He was changed. He let the kid guide him to the living room
with no resistance.

"You know what to do," the kid said.

Joe did. He braced himself against the wall as he'd done before. The kid
headed to the medicine cabinet for Vaseline. Mere seconds late, Cody rammed
his greasy boner up Joe's backside.

It hurt. It really hurt. Joe didn't understand why the kid had to be so
rough. But there was no changing it. Joe sensed that the kid would do it
his way or no way at all. In moments the kid was pounding away at him. His
buttocks quaked each time the kid sent his dick back home. Joe could only
whimper and submit. His ass belonged to the kid for as long as he wanted
it.

The violence increased. The kid was penetrating deep up inside. The rhythm
of Cody's hips was frantic. Staccato slaps resounded against Joe's plump
butt cheeks like wild applause. It was tough to take, tough to breath, and
it only got worse. But there was a tight feeling, a tenseness down below
that Joe hadn't felt the first time.

Tighter, more tense, the feeling increased into near pain, and then
suddenly, Joe was cumming, ejaculating hard onto the ground below. He was
still braced against the wall, his hands flat against it, but he was
cumming. How was it possible? Powerful spurts from his penis erupting into
nothing but air? It went on and on, the seemingly endless
pulsations. Cody's fingers dug into his hips and then the kid slammed home
a final time and was still.

Cody was pressed tight to his body, lodged deep up his ass. Grunting under
his breath, like before, as he unloaded into Joe's body, as his seed shot
far up inside. The kid held on for a long time, his erection giving Joe's
stretched out anus no ground, no relief, until his young balls completed
the delivery.

When he was finished, the kid abruptly pulled out. He went to the couch and
sat down.

"That was even better than the first time," he said.

Joe had nothing to say about that.

"Was it good for you?" the kid persisted.

Joe couldn't admit that it had been, kind of.

"Felt like you got a good nut," the kid said.

And that was it, that really did it. Heat, blood rushed to Joe's face. He
felt extremely embarrassed.

"I'm not sure how that happened," Joe said, sheepishly.

"You got a fuck nut up your ass. All guys do. You just got a sensitive
one."

"What do you mean?" Joe said.

"Prostate. P-R-O-S-T-A-T-E. Google it."

Cody got up, reached for his clothes.

"Please don't go," Joe said. He sounded pathetic, even to himself.

"I'll cook you dinner," he added.

The kid sat back down. Joe felt relieved.

"What's a prostrate?" he said.

"Prostate. Like I said, it's a little nut up inside your ass. Some guys can
cum when it gets rubbed enough. Xtube it, man."

Joe didn't know what Xtube was, but he would try to remember. Xtube and
Prostrate. Duly noted.

"Is it normal?" he said.

"Yeah, normal for some guys. You did it the first time, too."

Joe couldn't believe that. He looked at the kid in astonishment. He had
felt nothing. Well, he had felt those little twinges, but that couldn't
have been an orgasm. No way.

"How do you know?" Joe said.

"Cuz your ass clamped down on my dick when you were nutting. Couldn't miss
that. Felt really good."

"Are you gay?" Joe asked.

"Equal opportunity. I go after anything that makes my dick hard."

"I make your dick hard?"

"You sure do, baby," Cody said. He was smiling broadly.

Joe got up to cook. He reached for his clothes.

"Leave 'em off," Cody said. "I like to see you naked."

How was he going to cook without clothes? It was unnatural! He could get
burned or scalded in his most private areas, his most sensitive areas. But
Joe went to the kitchen without his clothes. He wanted to please Cody even
if his mind screamed against it.

The refrigerator was full. There was thawed chicken breast in there that
needed to be cooked, but with what? Pasta? He had some fresh broccoli. He
had cream and butter, and parmesan cheese, too. Did he have the pasta?
Could he make a nice fettucini Alfredo for Cody?

He had linguini. That would do. Joe set about cooking while the kid watched
TV. It took a while, with all the different methods of cooking needed for
the various ingredients, but when Joe was finally done, it looked and
smelled delicious.

"Soup's on," Joe said.

"Soup?" Cody said.

"Food's ready," Joe said. "It's time to eat.

The nudity was still weird to Joe, especially while eating. He and his wife
had only disrobed to shower for most of their married life. Even on the odd
occasion when they had sex they rarely had undressed all the way,
especially in the later years of their marriage.

"It's good," Cody said.

He dug in, and so did Joe. Cody had a second serving, but Joe thought he
had better not. It was embarrassing to think about, but he wanted to watch
his figure. Cody grabbed a beer when he was finished, and drank it while
Joe cleaned up. Joe was happy that Cody decided to stick around for a
while.

The kid was still watching TV when Joe returned to the living room. He sat
down next to Cody, who seemed engrossed in the program he was watching. Joe
waited patiently. He didn't speak until the show was over.

"Can I look at your body?" he asked, in a slightly tremulous voice.

"Sure, go ahead."

"No, I mean can you stand up so I can see you? Please"

Maybe it was gratitude, Joe didn't know, but for once the kid did something
Joe wanted. Cody stood up and faced him. He was much paler at the center,
from his waist nearly to his knees, where the sun hadn't reached and given
his skin that delicious golden glow present in his face, arms and calves.

His flaccid penis looked quite delicate. His balls hung down well below
where his penis ended, plump and heavy in their loose sack. But it was the
rest of the kid's body that surprised Joe. Sure, he was lean, but there was
nice definition to the muscles he did have. The stomach was flat and
ridged, the muscles raised seductively where they met the loins and pubis
in the classic 'U' shape. His hips seemed impossibly narrow, but he
broadened up at the shoulder, and his small pectoral muscles were like
little plates of armor.

"Can I see your back, too?" Joe said. It came out like a plea.

"Sure, but don't get any ideas."

The kid turned around. The slimness of his waist stood in even greater
contrast to his rib cage and shoulders from the back view, but everything
flowed smoothly together. No unexpected bumps or bulges, just a clean,
tapering outline of young flesh, young muscles. The kid's butt was small
and cute, with a clean, rounded definition, and it curved down to meet a
pair of shapely legs. Perhaps the most striking thing of all was the kid's
smoothness.

There was scarcely a hair on him, except for in the expected places. Small,
dark wisps as the armpits, and up front, a tidy little black pubic
bush. There were a few short hairs at the top of the kid's calves, but that
was the sum and total of it. The kid was as hairless as a thirteen year
old.

His penis was not quite so small, not quite so delicate looking when Cody
turned around. Things had plumped up a bit. An erection was in the early
stages of formation. It had been little over an hour since the last one,
since the last orgasm.

"Now it's your turn," Cody said.

"Nothing much to see," Joe said.

"Just do it."

Cody returned to the couch and Joe stood up. He walked back a few steps so
the kid could see, and then stood trembling before him. He was
embarrassed. He hated his body, every out of shape part of it. His extended
belly, his 'love handles', his big ass. He felt bulgy and bloated, and his
penis felt like a frightened, bleached little snail, half consumed by the
extra padding at his crotch. Sometimes when he bent down to pick something
off the floor it got sucked up all the way inside of his body, only a soft,
circular little ridge of skin outlining where his penis should have
been. At such times he had to pull it out again to feel halfway like a man.

"Turn around."

The back wasn't any better than the front, in Joe's estimation. It had been
many years since he had looked at his backside in the mirror but he knew it
couldn't be good.. He was certain that he looked like a pasty, globby pear
from the back..

"You have a really nice ass," Cody said. "Nice and big and round."

"I look like hell," Joe said.

"If that's how you feel, why don't you do something about it? Go for a run,
hit the 'Y' when it opens again."

"You really like my butt?"

"A hard dick don't lie."

Joe turned around, saw the kid's penis sticking up like a rocket from his
crotch. The kid got on his feet in a hurry, went up to Joe and placed his
hands on Joe's shoulder,s pressed down until Joe got the idea and went down
on his knees. A moment later, with no time to spare, the kid pressed his
cock into Joe's open mouth. Joe sucked on it, moved his head back and forth
so that his mouth was gliding over the stiff penis.

"Teeth," the kid said.

A thought at the back of his mind, and then Joe remembered. Lips over
teeth. When he did it the kid started thrusting in and out, like the time
before. He was soon banging up against the back of Joe's throat, and the
older man had to reaccustom himself to the nausea, fight against the
impulse to gag. He retched once, thought he might throw up, but when the
feeling subsided, Cody shoved back in again without mercy, started slamming
away as if nothing had happened.

The penis was soon invading Joe's throat, deeper with each thrust. The
kid's fingers held his ears again, and there was no escape from the
frenetic, drilling penetrations. Joe's head kept sinking lower, and the
kid's thighs were soon at the sides of his head and neck. Cody was fucking
hard down into Joe's mouth just as he had fucked hard up into Joe's ass
earlier.

It was strangely silent, except for the slurping noises, and an occasional
light choking sound from Joe. He was trying desperately to hang on, to keep
up with his breathing, to relax his throat muscles. It wasn't easy. It took
everything he had. But after enduring the kid's full, raging onslaught he
was rewarded with Cody's seed again, blasting into his convulsing throat,
the tangy taste and sweet aroma engulfing him as his stuffed orifice took
in the bounty.

Just as Joe thought he might suffocate, the kid ripped himself out of his
mouth. He gripped his penis and rubbed it over Joe's face, anointing him
with the last of the seed. Then he plunged back in, telling Joe to clean
him off. Joe's tongue went wild. It caught everything. Cody's penis was
whistle clean when he pulled it out again. He reached down and grabbed his
shirt, started to pull in back on.

"Please don't leave," Joe said. "Please stay."

The kid looked undecided.

"We can watch a movie. I have Netflix. And HBO. I have it all."

The kid sat back down, fiddled with the remote, found a movie that he liked
and started it up.

"Get me a beer," he said.

Joe did. He even opened it before handing it to Cody.

The movie was not something Joe would have chosen. One of those Marvel
movies, all action and noise. Too loud and raucous for Joe, but he watched
in tolerance. The kid's eyes were alive and flashing, especially during
particularly intense scenes. Near the end, he leapt from his seat in
excitement, and when he sat down he put extended his arm along the back of
the couch, then brought it down lightly around Joe shoulders.

It was the smell that got to him. The kid obviously had not washed after he
worked on his car. It was powerful, that scent. Joe couldn't get used to
it, couldn't ignore it. The kid had shucked his t-shirt again during the
movie, and his armpit was quite close to Joe's face. The scent permeated
his nostrils, rich and acrid, distinctly the odor of a male. Joe couldn't
help but inhale it.

Before he knew what he was doing, Joe's face was buried in Cody's armpit,
and he was licking the soft hair there, licking up the pungent scent. Every
centimeter of that pit got wet. Joe licked it clean like he'd licked Cody's
spent penis clean, licking away even his own bathing saliva when he was
done. He got up and went to the other side, went to work on the left armpit
with as much dedication as he'd shown to the right. He couldn't see the
silent kid with his face buried, had no idea, really, if Cody liked it, but
he couldn't stop himself and Cody wasn't stopping him, either.

"Do my balls," the kid grunted.

Joe rose up, fell to his knees before Cody, and the kid rose up, too, so
that his balls dangled above Joe's lips. Without hesitation, Joe opened
wide, took the kid's balls into his mouth, lavished them with saliva,
bathed them with ardent care, licking and lapping up every trace of sweat
until they were clean. When he pulled away, he saw that Cody's penis was
once again fully erect and pointing at the sky.

"Get the Vaseline," Joe said.

He got up and headed to his bedroom, got on his bed and then arranged
himself on his hands and knees, ass raised up a little higher than his
arching lower back. Cody was right behind him. The kid climbed up, pushed
Joe's legs further apart, then swiftly mounted him. The typically rough
penetration caused Joe no pain this time, just a little discomfort, and Joe
could live with that. Even when the kid started to plow into him, the pain
was very mild. Perhaps it was the new position, Joe thought, or perhaps it
was because they were having sex in the proper place, in a bed, and he was
more comfortable with that. But Joe was alarmed by the noises the bed was
making.

Eek-uh-eek-uh-eek-uh-eek-uh-eek-uh-eek-uh-eek, on and on, faster and
faster, a noise that couldn't be mistaken for anything but vigorous sex. It
embarrassed Joe to think that his neighbors might hear what was going on,
that they might know that he was being fucked by Cody. Then the twinges
started in on his balls and his penis, and he forgot about everything.

It wasn't easy to reach down, to touch himself, while Cody was railing into
him. The bed shook, and really all of his limbs were needed to keep himself
steady, but the urge was too strong. He moved his left arm in, so that it
was beneath his chest, braced himself, then reached down. His penis was
hard again. He caressed it, stroked it as best he could, and in a short
moment he knew he'd cum if he didn't stop.

He pulled his hand away. It was hard to keep his balance that way, and he
wanted to cum when Cody did, at the same time. He craved that synergy. But
his penis refused to cooperate. It was hard and tingly and extremely
tense. After a few more rough thrusts from Cody, it exploded, spitting out
wave after wave of his seed into the air, unaided by manual stimulation
once again. It felt incredible, and it was getting to be a habit. Another
thing Joe could live with.

But the kid wasn't done, not by a long shot. He kept rutting away at Joe's
backside. It was much less pleasurable for Joe, getting fucked after he
shot his load. He didn't know why. Or rather, he did, but he was surprised
that it was the same in this respect as it was when he was with his
wife. Because with her, he always rolled over after the great event, his
orgasm, was over. He just lost interest and always wanted to get away from
her or at least go to sleep after he had spent himself. But that was not an
option with the kid fucking him, not really. He could have stopped it in
theory but there was no way he was going to let himself disappoint Cody.

The minutes stretched. The minutes dragged. Cody was taking his time. Joe,
in his frustration, tried to coax Cody into ejaculation. He wiggled his
buttocks, rolled them in a slow, circular motion in an effort to entice the
kid, in an effort to show that he was not only receptive but eager for the
kid's seed. It didn't work. Cody grabbed him by the hips, steadied him, and
then fucked even harder when Joe's buttocks grew still. There was nothing
for it, Joe realized. He lowered his head and raised his buttocks in
surrender, and moments later, felt those twinges in his penis again.

He couldn't believe it. Never in his life had anything like it happened
before. Even in his teenage years, Joe had never gotten off three times in
one day. His balls were tingling and his penis felt very, very stiff. Joe
rearranged himself a little, spit into his right palm and reached down to
grab ahold of his erection. The kid was plowing him really hard, and much
faster than he stroked his penis. It was difficult to keep his balance, but
he hung on. The feelings built up, his penis began to leak in his palm,
warm, velvety fluid and he was almost there when he felt Cody's upper body
fall onto his back.

The kid was hunching up into Joe's ass, holding his upper body in a death
grip and fucking him like a dog would fuck a bitch in
heat. Primal. Primordial. He could hear the kid panting in his ear, the
moist breath invading that hole, too, and then Cody was nibbling at him,
gently nibbling at that same ear. When the kid's tongue darted inside, Joe
lost it. For a split second he lost consciousness, and when he came back he
was ejaculating hard onto the bed below, his fingers wrapped tightly around
his spasming cock, and the kid was pressed up tight against his buttocks
and grunting as he, too, ejaculated.

It was the most intense, the most powerful sexual experience of Joe's
life. He was simply gone. Some far off heaven, banks of fluffy clouds, a
deep, dark sea, all were inside of him, welling up and filling his heart
and mind. All memory, all his sadness and his neuroses somewhere far, far
away, left behind, and for a few blissed out seconds he was untouchable.

After what seemed like a long time, Cody dismounted and flopped onto his
back on the bed. He was still panting a little, and there was perspiration
at his temples. Joe allowed his own body to collapse next to him, and he
just watched the kid breath for a while, watched his chest rise and
fall. The kid moved himself up so that he was comfortable, and pushed a
pillow under his head. Within moments, he was asleep.

Joe turned off the lights and then nestled up beside Cody and pulled the
blankets over them. He was normally a light sleeper. Normally it took him a
while to go under. He had difficulty turning his mind off when it was time
for bed. But not that night, or that evening, or whatever it was, no, not
that time. Joe, like Cody before him, was asleep in moments, his body
pressed tight against the sleeping kid.