Date: Mon, 8 Jun 2020 17:01:11 -0700
From: Metro Jenkins <metredose@gmail.com>
Subject: Pandemic Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

Some time in the early morning, when it was still dark out, Joe was
awakened by the feeling of eager hands rubbing over his bottom. He was
disoriented for a few moments, but the hands felt good on his flesh, and he
made no effort to stop them. Nor did he protest when Cody pushed him over
onto his stomach. The kid got on top of him, guided Joe's legs apart, and
then entered him in one smooth motion.

There was no pain this time to jolt Joe into sharp consciousness. He was
hovering somewhere in between being awake and being half asleep. Cody
fucked him more gently than ever before, perhaps because he wasn't fully
awake either. Just a slow, grinding rhythm, a hard penis being pushed again
and again inside of him, the bed squeaking at a steady but not manic
pace. It felt very natural. It felt just right.

Joe slowly became aware of his own penis. It felt tingly and he knew it was
probably hard, but it wasn't important that he had another orgasm. He was a
vessel for Cody's more urgent need, a place where Cody's young body could
satisfy itself, and that was reward enough. But as Cody started to get into
it, as the bed started to really rock and roll, Joe could feel the tension
building and knew that he would cum after all. He thrust his penis gently
against the mattress as Cody pounded into him and it was but moments before
he erupted.

Cody wasn't far behind. He plunged vigorously, mercilessly into Joe's
clenching anus, and spent himself just as Joe finished ejaculating. Joe
could hear the kid gasping faintly in his ear, could feel his body go tense
as he delivered his load. And then just as quickly as it began, it was over
again. The kid flopped off of him and was snoring within a minute. Joe,
sticky all over, would normally have been concerned about the mess, but he
felt too good, too comfortable to bother. It wasn't long before he, too,
was snoring.

When Joe awoke again, in the bright sunlight of late morning, the kid was
gone. Not entirely gone, though. His scent lingered. On the sheets and
blankets, on Joe's very body. The stains he left behind were
everywhere. Joe inspected his bed and was shocked by the amount of fluid
that had been spilled. All of it came from him, either through his orgasms
or Cody's, which had leaked out of him in the dark while he was
sleeping. The whole room reeked of sex.

He dressed and had his morning coffee, then decided on a light breakfast,
but when he took out the cereal he realized there wasn't enough of it left
for a proper bowl. Joe decided to hit the grocery store, but when he got to
his car, he decided to walk instead. It was a fine morning, sunny, clear,
and Joe just felt the need to get some exercise. And as he walked, he
realized even that wasn't enough. He wanted to feel his blood racing in his
veins. He wanted his body to feel as alive as his mind. So he ran.

Just a few blocks, the first time, and then he felt a stitch in his side
and his breathing became too labored. He stopped, caught his breath,
noticed that there were very few cars or people about, and then he sprinted
out again, all the way to the grocery store, which was two more miles. He
felt worn but invigorated, and stopped to catch his breath before slipping
on his mask and gloves. It was a simple trip. Joe didn't want to be loaded
down with groceries on the walk back. He got cereal and milk, picked up
some fresh broccoli and salad greens. But there was something
else. Something for Cody.

A couple of things, really. The first was no problem. Joe was running low
on beer, and he wanted more. The idea that he could get in trouble for
letting Cody drink his beer had entered his mind more than once, but the
kid never went too far. Joe had never seen him drink more than two, and it
was quite apparent that Cody was no novice to drinking, anyway. What could
it hurt? Especially in such a troubled time?

Joe slung a rack into his cart, then headed to the feminine hygiene
section. In his younger years he might have been embarrassed, but marriage
had changed all that. Tampons, maxi pads, Pamprin, even the odd douche, Joe
had brought them all home to his wife on more than a few occasions. So it
was no big deal. He searched around a bit, looked to see if anyone was
close by, and then snatched up the largest tube of KY jelly he could
find. His wife had used that, too, and now Joe knew why.

He was tired of trying to wash greasy Vaseline out of his ass. The stuff
seemed to linger forever, and it just wasn't clean after a while. It got
dirty and smelly and sticky, and it bled into the fabric of his
underpants. KY jelly, he thought, would be a big improvement, and he knew
from experience that it felt good on a guy's dick and worked well in
softening friction during sex. When he went to the checker, he was, for
once, relieved to be wearing a mask. KY jelly was an every day, household
item, but Joe imagined what the checker would think if she knew that it was
not for a sweet wife waiting at home but for him, to slick the attentions
of an overly amorous young man who was less than half his age. He imagined
that she would be shocked if she'd known. He imagined that most people
would be.

So he was relieved when he was out of the store, relieved when he could
pull the suffocating mask off his face. He carried the beer in one hand and
the rest of his groceries, in a bag, with the other. As he walked, the idea
of testing out the KY with Cody started to arouse him. A very stiff boner
formed in his undershorts. He thought he would finally screw up the courage
to knock on Cody's door for once when he got back. But when he did arrive
home he found the kid otherwise occupied. He was skateboarding in the
parking lot, and he was not alone, for there was another kid that looked
just his age skateboarding with him.

They did all sorts of tricks on their skateboards, things that looked
impressive until you looked at the unchanged expressions on their faces,
and realized that to them it was nothing special. There was a little
stairway that led from the parking lot to the sidewalk below. Both boys
flew off of it over and over again, sometimes crouched down and holding the
board in place until they landed, sometimes just gliding in rickety fashion
down the stairs themselves. Cody had a way of pulling up his skateboard,
flipping it over, then landing on it again without ever stopping. It looked
fun, and though both kids were silent, their boards created quite a
racket. Joe was surprised the neighbors hadn't complained and stopped them
yet.

The next time Cody rode by, Joe raised his arm up and waved to him. The kid
walked over, but he did so reluctantly, it seemed to Joe. A doubt was
nagging at his mind, a fear, but Joe did his best to hide it.

"Looks like you're having fun," Joe said, unable to think of something more
original in the moment.

"Yeah," Cody said.

"Who's your friend?"

"Oh, that's Jared. He's staying with me for a few days."

"Known him long?" Joe said, masking his feelings as best he could.

Jealousy was overtaking him. Whether justified or not, Joe could not
control the creeping feeling.

"Since high school. Before that, last year of middle school."

"I see," Joe said.

Just then, Jared darted off down the street on his skateboard.

"Gotta go," Cody said.

He went after the other kid, his young friend, and was gone. Joe felt
defeated, and he knew it was pathetic, because for Cody and that other kid
there had been no battle at all.

Up in Joe's apartment, he stewed. He couldn't get the idea that Cody was
fucking that other kid, that Jared, out of his head, and it really hurt. He
wanted Cody to himself, had planned on asking him over for dinner again,
and now he felt empty and dejected. He told himself that he had no right to
be, that Cody was allowed to have other friends, sexual or otherwise, but
it didn't help. It also didn't help that Jared was so much like Cody
himself, young, thin, athletic and beautiful.

Yes, he was beautiful. Joe had watched him closely out of the corner of his
eye. He was like Cody but blonde. Both seemed so unaffected, so natural. It
was like there was this unseen force between them. Maybe it was the spirit
of youth. Maybe it was something much deeper. Joe didn't know, but he knew
he couldn't compete with it. Why was Cody so important to him now? Why did
his heart flutter every time he thought of the young man? It was
ridiculous.

The groceries were put away, and Joe fit as much of the beer into his
refrigerator as would go. Then he moped around for a while, feeling angry
and sorry for himself in turns. It got to be too much. Nothing seemed to
take away the feelings, even when he tried to force his attention onto
other matters. He felt stuck, with no outlet and no hope. But gradually he
started feeling not better, no, but some resolve. He locked his apartment
and went back out into the world.

Cody and Jared were nowhere to be found, and that was good. Joe just
started walking again, with no particular destination in mind. He wanted to
return to the feeling of peace that he'd felt that morning before he saw
Cody with the other kid. But walking wasn't doing it, so Joe decided to
run. Through the neighborhood he went, then beyond, heading again for the
older areas of town, the areas that still had some charm.

Little houses, and big ones too, some almost mansions. Some well kept, some
in a state of disrepair, waiting for love. Fanciful Victorian concoctions,
and more than a few Tudors, which were always smaller. His favorites,
though, were the old Craftsman style homes. They just had an architectural
soundness about them, a rightness, with just enough features to keep them
interesting. His own house, or his former house, was a newer ranch
style. It had a practical layout, and there were no stairs, which pleased
Sara, but the place had never felt like anything special to Joe. No, he
liked the Craftsmans, and soon enough he realized that there was a reason
why he was running in the old neighborhoods, why he was thinking so deeply
about houses.

He wanted one. He wanted his own place where he could entertain, a place
with enough rooms so that both of his kids would have a bedroom of their
own when they stayed with him. A place he could work on and be proud of,
and a place, in his heart of hearts, where there was enough room for Cody,
too. It was crazy. It was really fucking nuts. But already after a mere
week or so of knowing the kid he wanted to keep him forever.

It was a pipe dream. Joe knew that. He also knew he might feel differently
in a very short time. Cody came into his life during a rough
patch. Divorce. Pandemic. Two things he hoped never to experience
again. Cody, it seemed to him, was the only thing that had really gotten
him through, the light at the end of the tunnel. It wasn't a bad thing to
have a dream, Joe told himself, but it all happened in a whirlwind, and the
fire of his passion might be snuffed out just as easily as it
ignited. Which was why it was important to enjoy the situation with Cody
for as long as it lasted. Which was why the blonde kid's presence was such
an unfortunate and ill-timed obstacle.

Jared wouldn't be going away, not for a few days, whatever that
meant. There was nothing Joe could do about it. Although he felt angry and
needy, Joe decided that his best course of action was to leave the boys
alone and hope that Cody resumed knocking on his door when Jared was
gone. In the meantime, he knew he would feel wretched. Jealousy was strange
to him, but it had flared up strong with very little real fuel for the
fire. His feelings were intense. He was embarrassed by them, but that did
nothing to quell the impulses raging inside. If he wasn't careful, he knew
he would lose control, and if he did that he would lose Cody forever.

He chose to play it cool. He wouldn't let his inner turmoil become apparent
to Cody or Jared. He'd just go on with life and let the cards fall where
they would. Resolved, steeled against potential heartache, potential pain,
Joe ran back. It was reassuring that his body had so quickly adapted to
vigorous activity in so short a period of time. Joe hadn't run in years,
yet no one who saw him racing down the empty streets would know it. There
was a time in his life, before his marriage and during it too, in the early
years, when he had run as a matter of habit. It kept extra weight at bay,
and it kept his mind and body feeling sharp.

For years, he'd blamed the kids. He told himself that he couldn't run
because all of his free time was taken up by their needs. Feeding,
changing, bathing, waking up several times a night to comfort them and get
them back to sleep. Probably a valid excuse, at first, but when they got a
little older and started to take care of themselves? No, it wasn't their
fault. He could have resumed his healthier habits, he should have, but by
then the crushing weight of responsibility sank him. Responsibility was
real, financial and otherwise, but he should never have let that stop
him. He should have valued his health and his individuality more than that,
and because he hadn't, the whole family had suffered.

But no more. It was a clean slate. The past was done, and the time was ripe
for creating something new. Joe passed a house he really liked, and stopped
in front of it. It was a deep red Craftsman with a big porch up front,
framed by large, square cut pillars, and it had a nice front yard. It might
have had a nice back yard too, but it was difficult to say for sure because
of the overgrown greenery on the sides of the house.  It had a small
stairway that led down to a little concrete landing, and from there the
stairs led down to the public sidewalk. He took down the address, in case
there was more information about it online, and then resumed his run.

He was sweating and sweltering under the heat of the warm spring day when
he returned. He passed one of his neighbors as he checked his mail,
forgetting that it was Sunday, and waved to her, an older woman with a
short, curly white hairdo. She waved back, went about her business, and Joe
headed upstairs to his apartment. He thought he might order something from
delivery later on, since he didn't feel like cooking, but his first order
of business was to take a much needed shower.

The pungent stench of his armpits accosted him as he stripped off, and he
was happy to step into the lukewarm shower. He lifted up his arms, one by
one, so the water could reach each pit, but that did nothing but increase
the smell. He needed soap. A good, new bar of it, not the meek remnants on
the shower shelf. So he exited again, dripping water everywhere, got the
soap and struggled to open the package with wet, slippery hands. It took
him a while to get back under the water, and he had to adjust the heat up
so that he'd be comfortable. Then he started to soap.

His pits first, deeply scrubbing, rinsing, then scrubbing again, a rich
lather each time. He worked up a froth of soap in his hands, reached
beneath him and got his balls good, and the moist areas between his balls
and each leg. Then under the balls, that unnamed area of the male anatomy,
and then further down and into the anus. Joe soaped up real good there,
teasing the soft opening, getting a little soap inside, wincing at the
slight but sudden pain. Upright again, and attacking his ass crack from
another angle, getting the upper part of it, thoroughly cleansing himself
of the thin layer of old Vaseline.

Suds flowed deliciously down his body as he rinsed, and then he went for
his back with his loofah sponge, and then his chest, belly, and legs, with
just soap and his hands. Finally, his face, again a rich later, massaged
over everything, his eyes shut tight in a squint until he could rinse
off. He set the soap aside, grabbed his bottle of shampoo, and had just
squeezed a glob into his palm when he heard pounding at the door to his
apartment.

Joe froze. For a long moment, he didn't know what to do. The idea suddenly
came to him that Cody had slipped away from his friend, that Cody was
hoping for a quicky with Joe that would leave Jared none the wiser.  He
hopped out of the shower so fast that he slipped and almost fell over onto
the white linoleum floor. Quickly, he passed a towel over his face, and
then wrapped it around his waist. He hurried to the door and threw it open,
and in walked Cody, but he was not alone, oh no, he was with Jared, and the
blonde boy walked in right behind him.

"Hey, pops," Cody said.

Red-faced with embarrassment, Joe could think of no witty reply. He
couldn't think of any reply at all. He was stunned when Cody walked up to
him, wrapped his arms around him and started squeezing his ass through the
towel. It came loose. It dropped to the floor. Joe was naked before the two
kids, one a complete stranger, and he was mortified. Never in his life had
something like that happened. The kid kept kneading his ass, and the other
kid just stood there watching.

"I should go," Jared said.

"Nope," Cody said. "Come here."

Hesitantly, the blonde kid moved up to them. When he was close, very close,
Cody did something that astonished Joe. He leaned in and kissed Jared, and
it was no little peck, but a deep, extended kiss right on the lips. Then he
broke away and started in on Joe's lips. Pressing, moving his mouth over
Joe's mouth, piercing it with the tip of his tongue, gently exploring and
then, soon, aggressively exploring.

It was like when Cody stuck his tongue in Joe's ear, the day before. It had
the same effect. Joe's mind went blank and his cock burgeoned rapidly into
a strong erection. Cody had never kissed him, and until then, Joe hadn't
been sure that he wanted to be kissed by another male. He thought it might
be too much. He thought it might be awkward. But it was was the opposite of
awkward. It was the thing that had been missing, the thing that Joe hadn't
known he'd craved.

He started to respond. Their tongues struggled against each other, swirled
around each other. Joe licked Cody's teeth and greedily explored the depths
of his mouth. They developed a rhythm, a synchronicity. Cody's tongue would
dart out, scour the insides of Joe's mouth, and then it would be Joe's
turn. It was like he was pulling Cody into himself, really tasting him for
the first time. And then Cody pulled away and did the same things to
Jared. And then, quite suddenly, Jared's lips were the ones Joe was
exploring, and Cody's lips were pushing against them both, demanding
attention.

Joe kissed Cody again, but the kid broke off contact after a few moments,
and guided Joe to his bedroom. All three of them fell onto the bed. The
kissing resumed, and then came the touching: Joe's hand at Cody's crotch,
feeling up his stiff penis through his board shorts, Jared's hand lightly
caressing Joe's erection, giving it the attention that Cody never had, and
Cody's hands, one on each butt, tickling Joe's hole, groping Jared's
cheeks, a triumvirate of writhing bodies and snaking limbs and excited
cocks at full mast.

There was no time to consider. There was no time to think. Joe felt himself
being pulled up onto his hands and knees, felt Cody behind him thrusting
his penis into the valley between his buttocks, dry humping him like a
desperate dog. He heard Cody spit. He felt Cody's wet penis soar into his
anus. He arched his back, raising his buttocks up in anticipation of the
rough assault that he knew would come, but there was the blonde kid to
think of, too. What about him?

He was kneeling in front of Joe, eyes focused downward and regarding
him. His eyes were blue. Not the pure, azure color of summer skies, but
cloudier, deeper, giving his expression an air of mystery. Joe looked
away. The eyes were too much. He focused on the blonde kid's crotch, on the
outline of his erection in the board shorts. Tentatively, he reached out
his hand. Tentatively, he started to unbutton. Jared wore no underwear, and
it was easy for Joe to pull out his penis. Easy, but quite a surprise when
it was fully revealed.

It was large. Joe was no expert, but he knew it was big. Bigger than his
own. Bigger than Cody's. It wasn't so much that it was longer, although it
was, but it was the thickness that got to Joe. His fingers couldn't meet
when he wrapped them around it. He had to open very wide when he took it in
his mouth, and he had to be very careful about his teeth. Fortunately,
Jared did not attempt to thrust and did not attempt to breach his
throat. Joe didn't think he could have dealt with that. He surely would
have gagged, and he probably would have suffocated.

No, Jared allowed him to do the work. It was mostly in the neck, the
motions used to suck a cock, but Joe used his tongue and this inside parts
of his mouth as best he could. The blonde kid was soon grunting, and Joe
felt pleased with himself. But as the action at his backside heated up, as
Cody got aggressive with his rear end, he found it more difficult to focus
on pleasuring Jared's penis. It was like his mind was torn into two pieces,
one part focusing on sucking cock and one part on the feelings of taking it
roughly up his ass. He couldn't bring the two parts together. His sucking
was halting, stop and start, and he wasn't able to experience the
sensations in his rectum with the same intensity as before.

As if reading his mind, Jared took Joe's head into his hands and started to
thrust. Past the lips, over the pebbly tongue and deep into the mouth, but
not beyond it. Jared seemed to be able to control the length and severity
of his thrusts in a way that Cody couldn't. Or perhaps it was that Cody
simply refused to restrain himself in a similar manner. It didn't
matter. It took the burden off of Joe and freed his conflicted mind.

It was like he was outside of himself, as if he was peering into an
all-seeing mirror. He could see Cody's young, slender body pumping into
him, could see his small buttocks clench and unclench as he fed Joe's rear
end, and he could see Jared pumping into him from the other end, feeding
his mouth. They were like pistons. They were like angelic machines. His
heavier body was immobile between them, steady against their rising
passions. He closed his eyes and let the euphoria take him. It felt like
they were thrusting him up into the heavenly clouds. He was aware of
nothing but sensation, nothing but the wisps of fog that seemed to embrace
him, most of all his heart, light as a feather and beating to the rhythm of
their youthful administrations.

A light pulsed inside of him. He was cumming. There had been no build up,
no warning. Nothing touched him there, but it felt like he was surrounded
by tendrils of cool mist, like he was being caressed. A soft orgasm. A
gentle orgasm, into the ether. And then he came down with a bump.

Cody was nailing his hole, really nailing it. Balls out nailing it. The
sound of the kid's loins slapping against his plump ass filled the
room. The blonde boy was moaning as he fucked Joe's mouth, and Cody was
pounding away like a mad man. Joe's gentle, subsiding orgasm erupted anew,
hard, tight jets squirting into the air below, splatting audibly against
the soiled mattress.

"Get that nut," Cody growled.

If Jared hadn't been there to hold him in place with his cock, Joe would
have been scooted forward by Cody's violence. His face would probably be
plastered against the headboard, banging into it with each new power
thrust. This earthly thought made Joe cum even harder. The kid was turning
his ass into a lake of fire, his hole into a scorching chili ring. He
didn't know why it should burn so much when it never had before. But relief
was in sight. Cody's noises, his little breathy gasps, were
unmistakable. He slammed home a final time and then froze, the bed still
reverberating for a while despite the sudden lack of activity. As always,
Cody held Joe still as he unleashed his load. It was like his cock was
locked inside of Joe's ass and he could only disengage when his balls were
empty.

Jared pulled his penis free and stroked it frantically. He gasped when he
was close, then pointed the tip of his penis at Joe's open mouth. A great
gout of semen blasted against Joe's tongue, and then he shot his neck
forward and engulfed the thick, ejaculating erection. A loud, guttural moan
erupted from the blonde kid's throat, but he held steady and allowed Joe to
take all that he wanted, which was everything. And Cody wasn't through with
him, either. He was being filled at both ends with potent teenage seed, two
spurting fountains of youth, and if the world harbored an elixir of life,
it was surely that.

When Jared pulled out, he took the blonde's sweet offering down in one huge
gulp. Cody dismounted moments later, and flopped down on the bed up near
Jared, both kids resting their backs against the headboard. Joe looked up
at them with a hazy smile, then flopped onto his back between them. His
hole hurt, but his mind was at ease. A feeling of well-being, of
contentment, flowed through his body. He tingled all over, but especially
in his crotch, in his balls. There were so many things he wanted to think
about, so many questions he wanted to ask, but he just couldn't form the
thoughts or the words because he was so deeply relaxed.

The room was silent. His eyelids grew heavy, and slowly descended. He could
hear both boys breathing, deep, settled breaths, calming in their
regularity. He meant to only rest his eyes, meant to invite Cody and Jared
to dinner, but the thought never made it past the fog in his mind, and he
was soon asleep.