Date: Thu, 18 Jun 2020 20:46:28 -0700
From: Metro Jenkins <metredose@gmail.com>
Subject: Pandemic Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

It was dark outside when he awoke. Joe had no idea of when he'd fallen
asleep or how long he'd slept. He felt disoriented. But he felt deeply
rested, too. It took him a couple of minutes to gather himself, and when he
did, when he looked at the clock on his nightstand, he realized the night
was still kind of young. It was 9 pm. Cody and Jared were gone.

He winced as he got out of bed. Already, the running he'd done that morning
was catching up with his body. Silly him, he hadn't thought of the price
he'd have to pay for this sudden resumption of strenuous physical
activity. He was caught off guard by the soreness, especially in his
legs. His joints were stiff and they hurt until he walked off some of the
creakiness.

Slow but clearer of mind, Joe took in his senses, considered what to do. He
could go back to bed, and that was tempting, as he felt he could easily
fall asleep again. But then he'd wake up at three in the morning, and what
then? He'd be tired by afternoon the next day. He walked over to his couch,
turned on the TV, but there was nothing he wanted to watch. He wondered
what Cody and Jared were doing. He wondered if they were sleeping. He
wondered if they were fucking.

It wasn't that he was jealous of Jared. That feeling had mostly died. It
just bothered him not to know what Cody and Jared were up to. Joe felt like
he might be missing out on some fun. Of course, it was his own fault. If he
hadn't gone running and worn himself out, if he hadn't fallen asleep, he
probably wouldn't have been left behind.

He clicked off the TV, decided to get dressed, and after he did that, he
went outside. He knew which apartment was Cody's from seeing him enter or
exit it on numerous occasions. It was number 207, just a few doors down
from Joe. He screwed up his courage. When he got to the right apartment,
all seemed dark, but there were flashes of illumination inside, as if
perhaps Cody and Jared were watching TV with the lights out.

Joe knocked. Not loudly enough to wake the boys if they were asleep, but
loud enough to draw their attention if they weren't. It was Jared who
answered. He was draped in a fuzzy blanket, and Joe thought probably he
wore nothing underneath. Expecting Cody, Joe was caught off guard.

"Uh, just wanted to say hello," Joe said. "I hope it's okay."

"Sure it is," Jared said. "Come in."

Stepping aside, Jared allowed Joe to enter, then shut the door behind
him. It was gloomy inside, dark except for the flickering lights from some
kind of screen. Joe knew his way around, because Cody's apartment had the
exact same layout as his own. In the living room, Cody was playing a video
game. His eyes were rapt in the glow of the television screen, and his
fingers and hands were busy with the controls. He was naked on his stomach,
and the light played over his cute, pale little butt. He said nothing to
Joe. He was too involved with his game.

"Cody, I wanted to apologize for falling asleep earlier," Joe said. "I
wasn't a very good host."

"No problem, man," Cody said.

He made no further effort to talk, and it occurred to Joe that Cody was a
far worse host than he. But it didn't matter. His curiosity was
satisfied. He knew what the boys were doing and it was nothing that
interested him. His video game days were long, long behind him, and anyway,
the current games seemed far too complicated. When he was a kid he was
happy with a tiny triangular space ship that could shoot the shit out of
rocks, or the little pacman that went through mazes and ate up little dots
and tried to avoid goblins. It was all he needed, then, and he'd been done
with it by the time he was fourteen.

Kids today, he thought. They never seemed to grow up. They never took
anything seriously. He couldn't imagine Cody or Jared as husbands or
fathers. He couldn't imagine them advancing very far in life, especially
not Cody. The kid was so selfish, so stuck on himself and his own
needs. Sure, he was cute, and he could be very sweet. But so what? There
was a lot more to the world than that. There was a lot more required to
have a successful life. Joe knew. He'd dealt with people like Cody for many
years at his job.

Joe turned to go. He'd had enough. But as he walked, Jared guided him away
from his path, guided him toward Cody's bedroom. Inside it was dark, but
Jared turned on the light after he'd closed the door behind them. Cody's
bedroom appalled Joe-- there were dirty clothes and all forms of junk
strewn everywhere. About the only clear space was the kid's bed. But it was
a bed only in the loosest sense of the word, just a mattress thrown into a
corner. No box springs. No sheets. One pillow that he supposed the boys
would fight over before falling asleep.

"I'm sorry he's being an asshole," Jared said.

"It's not your fault," Joe said. "I guess he's just too involved with his
game to stop."

"His loss," Jared said.

The blanket suddenly fell from the blonde kid's body, slithering down and
pooling at his feet. Joe had been right. Jared had been naked underneath
and was now fully naked before him.

"Lay down on the bed," Jared said.

"I can't," Joe said. "I'm sore."

"I only want to make you feel good."

"I don't think I can again," Joe repeated. "It burned last time. And I'm
not even sure I can get it up right now."

"Lay down on your back," Jared said, dismissing Joe's verbiage.

Nervous but intrigued, Joe did as Jared asked. He lay down on the mattress
and used the opposite wall to prop up his back. The position afforded a
good view of Jared's body. Before, Joe had considered Jared a blonde
replica of Cody, but as he looked the kid over, he realized it wasn't
entirely true.  Jared was more developed than Cody. His muscles, though not
large, were fuller and more defined than Cody's, and his thighs and calves
were quite a bit thicker. The biggest difference was at the center,
though. Joe couldn't help but stare. Jared's testicles hung down like
heavy, ripe fruit and his lengthening penis was curved and thick.

The blonde kid lay down on his belly in front of Joe, and Joe noticed that
his rounded buttocks were a little fuller than Cody's, but equally
smooth. Joe liked that. He tried to relax. He tried to ignore the soreness
in his legs and joints, tried not to think of any potential
impotence. Jared fiddled with the buckle of his pants, undid it and
unzipped him. His hand touched the front of Joe's shorts, light, brief
touches. There was no urgency, no pressure. Jared was simply exploring.

Joe's shoes were pulled off, and then he brought his legs together so Jared
could remove his pants and underwear. He expected the kid to dive right in,
to engulf his flaccidity, but Jared only moved his head in close, as if he
was inspecting Joe's goods. Warm, moist breaths came from the blonde's
mouth and seemed to curl around Joe's genitals. Jared was very lightly
rubbing the inside of Joe's left thigh, irregular ghost touches that made
Joe shiver. He felt tingly. He felt himself distending. But the blonde was
in no hurry. The warm breaths brought Joe's penis up to full attention, but
still Jared did not pounce. Instead, he played gently with Joe's balls, a
couple of fingertips delicately tracing the outline of the firm, plump
orbs, and oh, boy was Joe ready then. His erection lurched and a little
white pearl formed at the tip.

It had been years since he had gotten a blow job. Many, many years, and it
had once been his favorite sexual activity. There was just nothing like
having your root buried in a warm, wet, slurping mouth. Joe hadn't until
that moment realized quite how much he missed it. In college he'd had a
girlfriend who was unusual in preferring oral sex to vaginal sex, and it
had made for a fulfilling relationship. His wife was just the opposite. She
gave of her mouth infrequently and grudgingly, and had never resumed the
activity after becoming pregnant the first time, more than ten years
before.

Jared's tongue finally darted out. The wet tip of it touched the base of
Joe's erection and then licked up the length of urethra, that conduit of
fluids made rigid and engorged for the passage of semen. Still there were
the warm touches of air from Jared's breaths caressing Joe's stiff penis,
and still the touches of the slippery tongue. When it reached the top of
Joe's boner, the tongue flicked out several times, tasting and teasing the
sensitive glans. It was enough to drive Joe crazy. It was enough to make
him cum, just that light, centralized contact, tip of tongue on glans,
flicking, teasing with precise motions.

It built from the root, from the very base of Joe's penis, the part that
was behind his balls, the part that moored the rest of his cock to his
body, and the feeling traveled slowly upward. Joe was as stiff as he could
ever remember, and he could feel the muscles of his penis tighten until it
was almost unbearable. The tongue kept attacking, kept lashing at the
glans, and Joe's erection strained to the breaking point before finally it
was triggered by one last, strategic flick, and then it discharged the
first powerful blast of seed. It shot up into Jared's forehead and hair,
and then the boy moved his mouth down and locked his lips just below the
crown of Joe's ejaculating penis.

Joe roared. It was a powerful ejaculation, and Jared's tongue kept right on
flicking, drawing Joe's semen away from the glans and lapping lightly over
the most sensitive area, again and again. Joe couldn't control the loud,
gruff noises emanating from his throat, and he could not control his
ejaculating penis. He just kept cumming, just kept spewing seed, and Jared
was a true snake charmer because no blow job he'd ever experienced in the
past had elicited such a powerful and long lasting response.

When he opened his eyes again, Joe saw Cody standing in the doorway. He was
nude. He had a strong erection. And he had a scowl on his face.

"What the fuck?" he said. "You started without me?"

Jared suddenly removed his mouth from Joe's spent penis.

"And finished without you, too," he said.

An angry look came into Cody's eyes. He stormed off. Joe thought that was
the end of it, but he was mistaken, for Cody soon returned, his erection
now smeared with some sort of white cream. He got on the mattress behind
Jared, pried open the blonde kid's buttocks, and slapped more of the white
stuff between them. Jared rose up on his hands and knees, and Cody quickly
mounted him, ramming his cock up the blonde's ass as soon as it was in a
suitable position.

There proceeded a most brutal copulation. Cody was hunched over Jared like
a rabbit, plugging him with feverish speed and intensity. The fierce look
on his face remained. Jared groaned, whether in pain or encouragement, who
could say, but he did not object. Joe could see the plump curves of Jared's
ass cheeks knocked upward each time Cody's loins crashed into them. There
was no let up. There was no mercy. Joe knew Jared's butt was taking a
pounding at least as extreme as any he had yet faced.

Joe rose up onto his knees, reached out a tentative hand and touched one of
Cody's small, pointed nipples. He leaned forward, he offered his mouth up
to be kissed, and then Cody seemed to snap out of his fury for a moment,
seemed to notice him suddenly. Their lips met. Their mouths mashed against
each other. A thrusting tongue exploded into Joe's mouth and his mind lost
touch. Something about the way Cody kissed him took Joe out of himself,
took him straight out of his world. He closed his eyes and heard only flesh
slapping against flesh, felt only the kid's ragged breaths and his grinding
body focused at his mouth. He barely noticed his new erection. He barely
noticed when the blonde kid took it into his mouth.

Between them, Jared. His mouth on Joe's dick, his anus a receptacle for
Cody's. Above Jared, they made out like lips and mouths and tongues were
new discoveries. Real passion, a three way passion narrowed down to two in
Joe's mind. His mouth was on fire, his head was in the clouds. He was only
vaguely aware of it when Jared snaked a wet finger or two up his ass. The
sucking mouth continued its work, the fingers made magic, but before Joe
could cum he heard the distinctive, under the breath gasps from Cody
reverberating in his mouth, and he knew also by the kid's stillness that he
had gotten there first and was filling Jared's blonde butt with his babies,
with his seed.

They continued to kiss. Jared's fingers and mouth soon brought Joe over the
edge, and he filled the blonde kid's mouth. His penis was sore, but he was
cumming hard. When it was over, they fell away from each other,
gasping. Jared rose up, his large, pink erection poised for release. He
stood. He moved over to Cody, stroking himself in a frenzy, his cock above
and pointed down at Cody's handsome little face.

"Open up," Jared demanded.

To Joe's shock, Cody did. Jared pressed in closer, his fist a blur over his
big boner, and then his body jolted and his cock burst forth with thick
gushers of white seed that splatted against Cody's face and into his sweet
mouth. The kid's eyes looked hazy-- the angry look in them had long since
passed. Jared pushed his cock into Cody's open mouth and deposited the rest
of his load there.

A sudden panic welled up in Joe's mind. Would Cody ever let him do that?
Would Cody ever allow him to shoot his semen into his pretty little mouth?
Joe doubted it. Cody had shown no interest in anything but sexually
dominating Joe. And it wasn't fair. He had thought himself equal to Jared,
had felt that they were in the same boat in that they were both passive
objects to satisfy Cody's boyish lust, but it seemed now that Jared was
more an equal to Cody than himself. What was really going on between them?
Joe felt like a rug was being pulled from under him.

Jared pulled his cock out of Cody's mouth, and headed out the door. He
returned a few moments later with three beers. Not the canned beer from
Joe's place, but good bottled beer. Cody took one, Jared uncapped his, but
Joe refused to partake and politely declined. The kids sat on the bed,
Indian style, and seemed content to imbibe while Joe's mind was at war with
itself. He pulled himself out of it. He asked the question he'd been
wanting to ask since he first saw skateboarding Jared.

"So, are you two a couple?" he said.

"We're brothers," Cody said.

Joe's heart jumped into his throat. It couldn't be true!

"Not literally," Jared said. "We've just been close for a long time."

"That still doesn't answer my question," Joe huffed.

"I'd say we're just good friends," Jared said.

"But you have sex!"

"So what?" Cody said. "Sex is fun."

"So you're good friends that have sex sometimes?" Joe said.

"Yes," Jared said. "I guess you could say we're something more than friends
but less than a couple. I mean, we're young. Still exploring, trying to
figure things out. Is that so terrible?"

"I guess not," Joe said. "But things are so different now from when I was
growing up."

"How?" Jared said.

"The gay stuff."

"Who said anything about being gay?" Cody said.

"Don't tell me you're not gay," Joe said. "Come on."

"I'm bisexual, if you have to put a label on it."

"He fucks anyone that will have him," Jared said.

Cody did not argue this point.

"What about you, Jared?" Joe said. "Are you bisexual too."

"No, I like guys. I guess I'm gay. If you have to put a label on it."

"And you, old man?" Cody said. "What label do we put on you?"

"I don't know anymore," Joe said. "I'm confused. And I think I should
go. It's getting late and I work early."

"Alright," Cody said. "Maybe see you tomorrow?"

"If I have time," Joe said.

He dressed quickly and hurried out of Cody's apartment and back to his
own. He was no longer tired. He was upset. His heart and mind were in
turmoil.. What to make of what Cody and Jared said to him? What to make of
his possibilities with Cody? He felt dangerously emotional about the young
man, more emotional than he'd ever been with Sara. Why did it all have to
happen? Why did it have to be so hard? Joe didn't know. He only knew he
ached. He sat down on the couch and flipped on the TV, more confounded than
ever.