Date: Mon, 14 Sep 2020 20:11:18 -0700
From: Metro Jenkins <metredose@gmail.com>
Subject: Pandemic Chapter 7

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Chapter 7

It was a gray, muggy day, but Joe didn't let that stop him from going on
his afternoon run. With the days growing longer it was a perfect way to
unwind after work, to get his body feeling good again even if his mind
couldn't quite catch up. He hadn't seen Cody in three days and hadn't seen
Jared in two. Many times he'd wanted to go and knock on Cody's door, but he
always stopped himself. He wanted Cody to come to him, to show him that he
was wanted, that he was worth the slight effort of the kid coming to find
him. And it hadn't happened.

An air of depression had descended upon Joe's mind. It was no longer such a
joy to get up in the morning. It was no longer easy to get through the
frustrations of work because there was nothing to look forward to. Still,
Joe kept his wits about him. He felt bad, but not that bad, not terrible.
If it was over with Cody, if he'd loved and been left, he could deal with
it. He had no regrets. His heart and mind, even his body, had been
reawakened by the comely young man, by his sweetness and his aggressive
desire. It had been a kick start to Joe's dreary life, and he refused to
waste it. He would continue to run as often as he could. He would continue
to care for himself and continue to make plans for fun and excitement, even
though there was little possibility of those things during the pandemic.

He wanted to go camping. He wanted, specifically, to take his kids camping,
something they'd never done. And he would. When all of the madness and
hysteria was over, he would. When it was safe again. Other ideas filled his
head. Disneyland, Knott's Berry Farm, maybe even white water rafting. He
could imagine he and his kids doing all of those things. He could almost
see them all having a great time. He missed his children ever more as the
days stretched on. He'd persuaded his wife to download Zoom, so he at least
got to see them through a screen now and then, but it wasn't enough. Zoom
could never replace being with them in person. It couldn't even come close.

Joe turned onto a smaller side street in the old neighborhood he liked
best, and stopped in front of the old red Craftsman style home he coveted.
He couldn't help but think of Cody when he saw that house, because always
in his imagination Cody was living there with him, as his lover and as a
sort of older brother or young uncle to his kids. He envisioned a
harmonious life, a real family made up of all of them. It was painful to
Joe to think these visions were probably not going to become a reality.

The thought of Cody stuck in his mind like a burr on a soft sock as Joe
resumed his run. He saw every detail of the kid's handsome face, every
detail of his lithe young body. Cody's young, skyward pointing erection was
etched into his brain, and Joe himself sprouted a strong boner just
thinking about it. And it wouldn't go down. He ran and ran, but his cock
would not desist, and he was glad to be wearing a long, concealing
t-shirt. Even as he arrived home, it wouldn't deflate, and he felt a little
weird saying hello to the fluffy haired old lady at the mailboxes with a
roaring hard on. But there was simply nothing for it. Not until he got to
his apartment.

Joe planned to masturbate. He'd held off for days, ever since he had his
encounter with Jared, in the hopes that Cody would visit. But he could hold
off no longer. His prolonged, unwavering stiffness was driving him crazy.
First thing when he got inside he shucked his clothes, and went and turned
on the shower. He had just put a fresh towel out when there was a knock on
the door. Startled by the noise, Joe was momentarily at a loss. He wrapped
the towel around his waist and went to the door. Through the peephole he
saw Jared, not Cody, and he couldn't help but feel disappointed. It wasn't
that he didn't want to see Jared. It was just that he really, really wanted
to see Cody. He pulled the door open and was stunned to see that Jared was
not alone.

It wasn't Cody with him, but another young man. He had dark, close cropped
hair and an open, unremarkable face that lacked the fine bone structure of
his companion's but was nevertheless pleasant. He was quite short, but had
very broad shoulders and well muscled arms. A powerful build, like a high
school wrestler, and in complete contrast to the gazelle like grace of Cody
and Jared. For a few moments Joe just gawped at him in surprise.

"How you doing?" Jared said.

"Um, fine," Joe said. "What's up?"

"It's my last night with Cody. Going to stay with my dad for a few days
before heading to Alaska."

"I see," Joe said.

"This is Richie. His dad has the boat."

"Nice to meet you," Joe said.

He grasped tightly at the towel around his waist, desperately fighting to
keep it in place while he shook the young man's meaty hand. He succeeded,
but was dismayed to see the boy's eyes dart down when he stepped back.
Dismayed because his cock, which he had tried to trap flat against his body
when he wrapped himself with the towel, had come loose and had created an
unmistakable tent. A big one. The short kid had a dreamy look in his eyes
and he kept staring right at it. Joe attempted to adjust himself, but
nothing worked.

"This is embarrassing," Joe said. "You caught me as I was heading to the
shower."

"Trust me, neither of us minds," Cody said.

He winked at Joe. The short young man pulled his eyes up off of Joe's
tent. Roses bloomed on his creamy cheeks.

"So," Cody continued, "we're heading down to get a coupla pizzas. I was
wondering if you'd like to join us in a bit? Small goodbye party."

"Do you think Cody would mind?" Joe asked. "I haven't seen him in a while."

Jared chuckled.

"Remember that video game he was playing the other night?" Jared said.
"That's the only thing he's been looking at for days now. He's obsessed. He
never even acknowledged Richie when he came by earlier."

"So you don't think he'd mind?" Joe said.

"No," Jared said. "I don't think he cares about anything right now but that
stupid game."

Jared stared deep into Joe's eyes as he said this, a look that showed that
his words held some gravity. A look meant to spur Joe back into action.

"Okay, I'll be there," Joe said. "Can I bring anything?"

"Just yourself," Jared said.

And with that, and a final downward glance from the short boy, they were
off. Joe closed the door behind them and rushed to the shower, boner stiff
and bobbing in front of him.

It wasn't long before there was another knock on Joe's door. By then he was
showered, shaved and dressed. He opened the door, and almost immediately
the short, stocky kid's brown eyes fell to Joe's crotch. There was a look
of disappointment in them. He was carrying a case of beer and Jared had
three big pizza boxes balanced on one hand, like he was carrying a server's
tray.

Joe joined them outside, and followed them to Cody's apartment. His eyes
were glued to the muscular boy's prominent back side, and his dick was
growing stiff again. He could barely muster a conversation with Jared.
Something about the new boy excited him. It was probably that he was a
different type from Cody and Jared, different in every way. He seemed shy
but his eyes, as Joe had witnessed before, definitely weren't shy. They had
been wide with wonder when they'd fallen upon the tent in Joe's towel.

Inside, there was no greeting from Cody, but Joe could hear him in the
living room, could hear the noise of the video game and Cody's frantic
hands on the controller. Clickety click click, again and again, but no
sounds from Cody mouth. Jared set the pizzas on the counter.

"We're here," Jared said in a loud voice. "Come and get it."

There was no response from Cody. Just more clickety click clicks.

"Cody!" Jared said. "Time to eat!"

From the living room, Cody finally responded.

"Just bring me a plate. Two slices. Beer."

"Nope!" Jared said. "You have to come eat with us. It's my last night here,
man."

Once again, there was no response.

Jared turned to Richie. He had a twinkle in his eyes.

"Go get him, tiger," he said.

Richie got up and went to the living room. From the kitchen, Joe heard a
scuffle.

"Knock it off, asshole!"

More scuffling sounds and noises of protest from Cody, and then a deep,
guttural curse.

Unable to contain himself, Joe went to the living room, and there he saw
Richie on his hands and knees before Cody. Cody's shorts and undies were
pulled down and his cock was buried in Richie's mouth. The short, thick boy
was sucking Cody's cock with a fervor that seemed to take Cody's breath
away, for the kid's head was thrown back and he merely grunted as Richie
inhaled his cock, all the way down, with a fierce rhythm. He did not
attempt to fuck Richie's throat as he always did with Joe. It seemed that
Richie, as the more active participant in the copulation, was dealing out
about as much as Cody could take. It looked like Cody was hanging on for
dear life.

But that wasn't all. There was more to the scene than Richie's voracious
mouth and Cody's apparently helpless cock. There was Richie himself,
particularly his big, muscular butt. It was sticking straight out and
straining the fabric of his shorts, and it was wiggling seductively in
invitation. Joe went over to him, sat down on the floor and started rubbing
it all over. It was hard and extremely curvy. Richie reached back and
unbuttoned himself, then helped Joe slide his shorts and briefs off by
wiggling his big ass. In fits and starts, the fabric pulled free, and the
bubble butt's full glory was revealed.

"Pretty nice, isn't it?" Jared said.

Joe hadn't noticed Jared enter the room or sit down next to him, so focused
was his attention on Richie's butt. It wasn't lost on him that in all his
male on male adventures thus far he hadn't penetrated another man, not
there, anyway. That desire was now primal inside of him. He wanted to mount
Richie's big, beautiful ass and ride it for all it was worth. If he
couldn't do it with Cody, Richie was definitely a very appetizing
substitute. His ass wasn't cute like Cody's but it was round and vulgar and
made to be fucked. Joe sensed this. He sensed that Richie would welcome his
cock inside of him, and more than that, Joe knew Richie would make love
with his ass just as he was making love with his mouth.

Jared's hand fell to Joe's crotch, feeling his stiffness, then unbuttoning
him. Joe allowed Jared to pull his clothes off, allowed Jared to stroke his
naked erection.

"Do you have any lubricant?" Joe said, in a husky voice.

Oddly, Jared had only to walk to the kitchen to retrieve a big jar of
Vaseline. Why it was there was something that Joe did not ask. He was too
focused on the big rear end wiggling in front of him to say much of
anything. Jared opened the lid and scooped out a large glob with his
fingers, then he transferred the glob to Joe's boner, stroking up and down
its length to get the slick stuff evenly spread on the surface of Joe's
dick. Then Jared stuck a greasy finger right into Richie's butt, straight
through the small, button-like target that resided between the heavy
cheeks. The short boy's ass wiggled more enthusiastically, and his butt
arched upward to give easier access to Jared's finger, which pushed in to
the knuckle.

In and out the finger slid, and then Jared forced in another one. There was
a deep, growly sound intermingled with the slurping noises, and it was
obvious that Richie was enjoying the new attention. Jared pulled his
fingers out and urged Joe to try it himself.

Joe's first finger slid in easily with only a little pressure, but the
channel was still tight. It was wrapped around him like a moist glove. Joe
pushed in and out as Jared had done, marveling at the elasticity of
Richie's asshole. At times the muscles down there contracted and a
strangling sensation surrounded his finger. He pushed a second one inside
anyway, and the tension increased. It seemed like Richie's butt hole was
really struggling with the added thickness, but Jared urged him forward.

"Fuck him, man," he said.

"But he's still so tight," Joe said.

"Exactly!" Jared said.

Jared grasped Joe's erection and used it to guide him up onto his knees
between Richie's spread legs. He then lined it up with the winking little
orifice, which still seemed much too tiny between the great mounds of the
muscular boy's buttocks. Joe's cock head touched the fiery, moist lips and
jumped. Jared took ahold of his cock again, helped it take aim, and then
Joe pushed. He sank in just a little bit, and then instinct took over, for
the heat, that warm, moist, velvety heat was irresistible. Joe took hold of
the short kid's hips and his own hips bucked forward, forcing himself
inside all the way, his pleasure increasing as each inch was encased.

Muffled moaning from the short boy, whose mouth was still full, and then
Joe started a slow and steady fuck rhythm. It felt so good to be inside
someone again, so good to thrust into another person's body, and he was
soon unable to control his enthusiasm. He was fucking that big ass with
great vigor, harder and faster than he had ever fucked a woman. And Richie
was built for it. The kid's rear wiggled and gyrated around Joe's meat,
goading him on, goading him to fuck harder, and he did, harder than he
would have thought appropriate had he seen the way he was plowing the eager
boy in the mirror. Much too soon, his balls began to tingle and draw up
tight to his body in preparation for the delivery of a load.

Joe slowed down. He wanted it so last, so he tried to take the edge off by
concentrating on other things. He watched Cody over Richie's broad back. He
could see the back of Richie's head swirling and bobbing, but he couldn't
see his mouth taking in Cody's root. From the looks of things, Cody was
enjoying himself. His eyes were still closed and he simply let Richie suck
him. Joe doubted he could pull himself free from Richie even if he wanted
to. And then the ragged breath came. Cody's body stiffened, the muscles of
his belly strained tight, and then he groaned and was obviously shooting
his load. Richie went wild and sucked him even harder, and Cody tried to
pull away, and then tried to push Richie's head away, without the least bit
of success. Richie wasn't letting go until he hoovered every last drop from
Cody's balls, no matter how much he protested.

"Pull off," Cody said, his deep voice cracking into an adolescent
whine. "It's too much."

The sucking motions continued, but Richie's head moved more
slowly. Finally, after a couple of minutes, he pulled away. Cody caught his
breath, and a look a fury went into his eyes. He stuck his hand under
Richie's chin and pulled his head up. Cody stared down at him imperiously,
then slapped his face around. Not hard, but enough to get the boy's
attention.

"You liked sucking that cock, didn't you?" Cody said.

"Yeah!" Richie said, in a breathy voice.

"Guzzled down my whole load and you're taking it up the ass, too," Cody
continued. "How many cocks are you willing to take at once, slut?"

Richie didn't reply, but he was swiveling his ass more than before, and Joe
found it difficult to keep himself from dumping his load. But Cody's
behavior bothered him, even if it didn't bother Richie.

"You'd suck my cock anytime I wanted," Cody said. "Cuz you're a slut."

"I don't get the chance very often," Richie said.

"You're a big bottom slut," Cody said. "Admit it."

Again, Richie said nothing. Cody was angry and he was unsatisfied.

He stood up, turned around, then got down on his hands and knees. Joe saw
his cute little rear end as he pushed it back into Richie's face.

"Eat my ass, fucker," Cody demanded.

To Joe's astonishment, Richie did, burying his face deep in Cody's butt,
right between the cheeks. His head didn't move much, but there were light
slurping noises. Richie was definitely licking Cody's butt hole! Joe had
never imagined such a thing. It was so unclean. It was so nasty. He was
surprised that Cody would ever want that and that Richie would allow
himself to do something so obviously meant to degrade him. He was even more
surprised that it was turning him on.

Joe started to thrust harder again. He wished he could see Richie's tongue
licking Cody's tight little star, but he imagined it well enough. He
imagined the tongue snaking inside of Cody, stretching him out, making the
muscles relaxed enough for a cock to go inside. His, Joe's, cock. And then
suddenly he closed his eyes and imagined that it was Cody beneath him, that
it was Cody's tight channel he was roto-rooting, and that was that. His
hips lurched forward, burying him completely, and his body quaked as his
cock burst deep inside Richie's butt. The flesh down there, the pink,
inside flesh, oozed around him and grasped at his cock gently, and his
pulsations were maddeningly intense. They rocked his entire body and they
just kept on coming. By the time it was over, Joe's balls were as sore as
if someone had kicked him down there, so forcefully had they expelled his
load.

When Joe came down again, he was covered in sweat. Richie was still eating
Cody's ass and Jared was stroking his large cock while he watched
them. Although spent, Joe was still intrigued by what Richie was doing to
Cody. He got up. He bent his head down low when he got near the boys, but
he still couldn't see much, just Richie's face pressed tight to Cody's back
side. It wasn't enough. Joe didn't dare to interrupt, but it wasn't
enough. So he got down again, and tried to move under Cody. He wanted to
see if the kid's dick was hard. He was terribly curious. But his bulk was
considerably more than Cody's, and there was no way he could slide in under
him. So he stuck his arm under Cody and searched for his penis.

It was hard. Joe found it, and it was very stiff. Cody rose upright on his
knees, and Richie spread his little cheeks apart again and dove back
in. Joe was erotically transfixed. His flagging erection chubbed up again,
but it was too sore for action. But his mouth wasn't. He swooped down and
took Cody inside. The kid did not attempt to thrust. That would have made
it difficult for Richie to eat out his ass, and Cody seemed to be enjoying
that quite a bit. But his dick was like iron in Joe's mouth, and it was
fairly easy in his position to give the kid a reasonable blow job.

The room filled with Cody's gasps and grunts, and the slobbering sounds
Richie was making as he feasted. Joe knew it wouldn't be long. He knew the
rhythms of Cody's body, the tell-tale ragged breathing right before his
eruptions, and when it came, Joe was ready. He plunged down several times,
taking Cody deep, and then he felt the kid's first blast against the back
of his throat. The kid tried to squirm away, probably from sensory
overload, but again Richie wasn't having it, for his face remained firmly
planted between Cody's sweet little cheeks and the lapping sounds continued
as Cody rapidly fired his pellets into Joe's engulfing throat.

Spent, Cody pushed Joe's head away, disengaged himself from Richie's
burrowing tongue, and fell over onto the ground.

"That was fucked up," Cody said.

Joe said nothing. What could he say? Cody had clearly enjoyed what
happened, had clearly had a strong second orgasm, but the kid didn't seem
willing to admit it. Joe let it pass. His attention was diverted by Richie,
who had risen to his feet.

The short kid was built, better than Joe had imagined. His thick shoulders
were almost as wide as the boy was tall, and his chest, with traces of
hair, was huge, as were his arms. A flat, ridged stomach, and then all the
muscles tapered down to a much narrower waist. A thick, black pubic bush,
and peeking out from it a thick, stubby cock. Joe's eyes started with
shock.

Never before had he seen or imagined a cock could be so short. It barely
cleared the length of Richie's pubes. It stuck straight out from the boy's
body but looked more like a bump than an actual erection. A heavy dangle of
silvery pre-ejaculate hung suspended from the blunt tip and shivered
whenever the boy moved.

Joe tore his eyes away, let his gaze continue the downward journey. Huge
thighs, like sculpted pylons, and then thick, rounded calves. A manly,
powerful body but for that one fatal incongruity. Joe felt terrible for
Richie until he looked into the boy's eyes and realized that Richie
couldn't have cared less. His young eyes were rounded and hazy with
lust. He walked over to where Jared lay waiting on the floor, then squatted
down to receive the blonde's large, glistening organ. Joe watched it slowly
disappear into Richie's hole.

The boy paused when he bottomed out, but it was only a brief respite. Soon
he was fucking himself vigorously on Jared's great prong, lifting himself
up and nearly off, then slamming himself all the way back down, straight
down to the balls. It was a sight to behold for Joe, the unrestrained lust
of Richie's body, the way he forced his devouring anus over the over-sized
peg. And he didn't let up. Every muscle of the short kid's body seemed to
be involved in the act, straining in ecstasy, straining towards a violent
release.

Then the kid leaned back over Jared's body, set his arms back with a flat
palm on each side of Jared's torso, to balance his weight. Thus secured,
Richie went even more wild. He was like a machine, like a piston in
reverse, designed to sheath rather than penetrate. Joe could see his stubby
penis with clarity in this position. It looked no larger, but had an
ominous, purplish color, like clouds before a storm. Joe could also see
Jared's cock disappearing inside, over and over again, so fast that it was
almost a blur, just a flash of cock then Richie's hefty nuts concealing the
view as his back passage devoured it's fat victim.

A mewling sound gurgled up then rose in volume, a sound coming from deep
inside of Richie, strangled into the air through his throat. With
precarious balance, Richie lifted one of his meaty paws up to pleasure
himself, but he did not masturbate as normal men masturbate. Rather, he
touched himself only with the tip of his index finger, rubbing in a
circular motion over the glans of his stiff nub. The mewling grew louder,
then, quite suddenly, everything changed.

Jared, who had remained mostly passive during the coupling, suddenly came
alive, slamming his hips up into Richie, impaling the squealing boy with
his pole each time, their bodies colliding and smacking against each other
so fast that it sounded like applause. The boy collapsed backwards, and his
second balancing palm returned to the floor, for Jared's energy against his
body needed to be braced with both hands. No longer was Richie squatting
down on the cock. His body bounced off the powerful thrusts and Jared held
him sternly in place to keep him from flying off the ride.

A feral growl rose up in Richie's throat as his asshole was pounded by
Jared's frenetic, meaty pole, and it grew louder and higher pitched until
it boiled over into a hoarse, roaring bellow that exploded into the air
just as Richie's stubby penis shot its first tremendous wad, unaided, Joe
noted, by manual stimulation. A great streamer of semen shot up into the
air, curling and twisting until it smacked down against the boy's chest,
and then the boy proceeded to cum all over himself, uncontrollably. And the
roars continued. Jared wasn't done pounding him, and now it was Richie who
was at the mercy of his partner, and he seemed lost in his spectacular
release and Jared's rough domination of his big, hungry ass.

Jared slammed home a few more times, then pulled Richie down with him, his
cock still buried. Though Jared was pretty quiet, Joe had no doubt that he
was unloading. But Richie was not quite through with him, yet. His big ass,
securely impaled to accept Jared's seed, managed to wiggle and grind a
little on the big pole, and then Jared did make some noise, little grunts
and sighs of pleasure, and Richie's stiff little bump continued to burp out
aftermaths.

Things settled slowly after that, and eventually Richie disengaged himself
and rose to his feet. His belly and genitals looked like they were coated
in mercury, slick and silvery, for despite the small size of Richie's
penis, he had delivered a whopping load. Jared rose too, and retrieved a
towel in the bathroom, and then the two boy's wiped themselves clean. Joe
was still watching Richie, amazed at his sexual virility, and the boy
blushed, suddenly bashful after his sexual performance, as if he'd just
become aware that other eyes had been watching.

At the kitchen counter, Cody sat on a stool, gnawing at a piece of pizza, a
cold, sweating bottle of beer beside his plate. He had a most sour
expression on his face. When Richie moved to get his own pizza, Cody glared
at him.

"Who said you could have any?" he said.

Richie stopped. His face became red with humiliation.

"I said he could, and I paid for it," Jared said.

"Yeah, well who asked you to?" Cody said.

"I paid your rent, too," Jared said. "Why are you being such an asshole?"

"Because I'm sick of it!" Cody said. "I'm sick of you being here. All of
you!"

He glowered at Richie. He glowered at Joe, and Joe felt a pain in his
heart, as if someone had stabbed him right through it.

"Then maybe we should leave!" Jared said.

"Go ahead!"

With that, Jared stormed into the bedroom and was apparently packing his
belongings. Joe still felt hurt, and it was very awkward being there when
Cody clearly wanted him to be gone. So he started to dress, and Richie
started to dress, and when Jared returned with his backpack stuffed full,
he too got dressed. Before they left, Jared grabbed two of the pizzas and
the case of beer. Then he led the way out, all without dropping the
slightest glance at Cody.

Outside, Jared seemed to vacillate between hurt and anger.

"What an asshole!" he said. "I hate when he gets that way."

"Does it happen often?" Joe asked.

"Once in a while he gets like that. It just sucks that it happened in the
middle of our party. He ruined it."

"Not necessarily," Joe said. "Why don't you boys come to my place?"

Jared looked at Richie and Richie looked at Jared, and though Joe could not
determine anything from their expressions, it seemed clear that they
agreed, because they followed Joe to his apartment. There he reheated the
pizza, and opened bottles of beer for the boys, and even one for
himself. As they ate and drank, Joe got curious.

"So, when did you two meet?" he asked.

"In high school," Richie said. "Jared was the first guy I ever--"

He stopped himself, and his cheeks became flushed.

"We met in high school, like he says," continued Jared. "I guess I never
really noticed him until one day in gym class."

Richie's cheeks were now very red.

"Yeah," he said, in his dreamy way.

"I was taking a shower, just minding my own business, and I notice this
thick kid just watching me," Jared said. "Well, not really watching me. His
eyes were glued to my dick."

"I didn't know!" Richie said. "I wasn't thinking."

"Well I knew!" Jared said. "I walked over to my locker and his eyes
followed me all the way."

"It was just so big!" Richie said.

"So," Jared continued, "I introduced myself. I asked him straight away if
he wanted to spend the night some time. He said 'no'"

"I was scared," Richie said. "I mean, I knew what you wanted and I didn't
want anyone to know that I was attracted to big penises!"

"But you came up to me at lunch the next day, face all red, and said you
wanted to spend the night. And that Friday, you did."

"I was really, really scared," Richie said. "But I really wanted to. Oh
God, so bad. And we were watching TV and you undressed except for your
undies! I thought I was going to die!"

"He kept looking at my package," Jared said. "Like, trying to be all
stealthy, looking away, then looking back. It only made it more
obvious. Richie isn't good at being stealthy."

"I tried!" Richie said. "Thank God you took charge. I would have died if
you didn't!"

"I told him he could play with it if he wanted. Well, Richie for sure
wanted. Before I knew it my dick was in his mouth."

"I wanted it so bad," Richie said. "I never thought it would happen. I
mean, for years I dreamed about it. Years. And I just went for it!"

"And I blew my load in minutes. You were good at it right away."

Richie's cheeks were blazing. Whether in pride or embarrassment, it was
difficult for Joe to say.

"Then, later--"

"Yeah," Richie said, all dreamy eyed.

"You were good at that, too," Jared said. "Not a whimper of pain."

"Oh, it hurt alright," Richie said. "But I wanted it so bad. You told me to
lay on my tummy, and when you got on top of me I nearly came. And you got
some lotion and pushed your penis inside and then I did cum!"

"Lots of times," Jared said.

"I couldn't help it!" Richie said. "I'm a bottom!"

"Are you always on the bottom?" Joe asked. "I mean, are you always the
passive one when it comes to that?"

"Oh, yes," said Richie. "I have a small penis!"

"But that doesn't mean anything," Joe protested.

"God gave me a small penis for a reason," Richie said, without a hint of
shame. "He wanted me to be a bottom for men with big penises. I just knew
it right away, from the first time with Jared. But even if mine was big I
would still want to be on the bottom!"

Joe, who had been listening eagerly to all of this, shifted in his seat,
his cock straining uncomfortably against the confines of his shorts.

"And what about Cody?" he asked.

"He didn't find out for a while," Jared said. "He was sneaking around with
this girl he liked, Tran. But when he did find out--"

"He started doing it to me, too!" Richie said. "Cody's different. His penis
is not as big as Jared's, but he does it hard!"

"Tell me about it," Joe said.

"Yeah," Richie said. "So for a long time both of them were doing me. I
mean, all the time, after school, weekends. Sometimes at school, in the
bathrooms! It was great! And then I got busted."

Richie frowned. His sweet, open little face crumpled.

"Who caught you?" Joe asked.

"The cops," Richie said. "I got caught with beer in my truck when I got
pulled over one night. After that, my Dad started watching me close. I'm
never allowed to go anywhere!"

"But you're nineteen, right?" Joe asked.

"Yeah," Richie said. "But my Dad watches me like a hawk. I have to be home
at ten unless I am working. He never lets me do anything."

"But you're an adult."

"Tell that to my Dad!" Richie said. "He says as long as I live under his
roof, I have to obey his rules."

"So he doesn't know you're gay?"

"No!" Richie said. "He would freak out! My parents are very religious!"

Joe was out of arguments. He didn't understand how an adult male could
allow himself to be controlled by a parent. It was just so wildly different
from his own experience. He hadn't had a father around, not since he was
thirteen, and his mother certainly didn't keep tabs on him all the time
when he was a kid. Richie's situation was strange to him, but he had to let
it go. He wasn't the boy's father and he wasn't the boy's confessor,
either. He rose to clear away the plates, but Richie noticed his tent
immediately and grabbed at it.

The boy, after capturing and assessing the stiffness of his quarry,
proceeded to massage it through Joe's pants. Joe groaned. He set the dishes
back where they were, and gave in. In a jiffy the boy had unzipped him and
fished his straining cock out of his briefs, and then popped it into his
mouth. The kid's mouth was like a Hoover vacuum on him, making him rise to
further heights of rigidity, and Joe's balls felt tense and tight within
moments.

"Let's take this to the bedroom," Joe growled.

Richie tore off his clothes as he walked, and Joe helped him take down his
tight briefs when they reached the bedroom. Joe remembered his giant,
unopened tube of K-Y jelly, retrieved it, and when he got back Richie was
devouring Jared's cock, and his big ass, round and over-inflated, was
directly in front of Joe, and he needed no guidance this time. He crawled
up between Richie's legs, pushed them further apart, and then anointed
himself and Richie's opening with the clear, slippery gel. In one push he
was encased, and then Joe started fucking like he'd never fucked before,
with no concern whatsoever about his pace or his roughness, for he knew
that Richie would gladly take whatever he cared to dish out.

There was no anger, just freedom. Freedom to fuck at will, freedom to drive
his cock into the hot, receptive snatch as he pleased. Joe got into it. Joe
felt like a man again, a potent man, a conqueror. Richie's anus got hotter
and hotter, slicker and slicker, and it was indestructible, it was a
furrowed field waiting to be fertilized. Joe's hands wandered over the
outrageous curves of Richie's young ass, his cock gored into the tight,
velvety fold, and he fucked and pleasured himself and was barely aware of
the changes in his body, the heightened sensations, the tightening
balls. He just fucked and fucked and let the power and pleasure wash
through him. And when it came, when the bedeviled orifice reached the fever
pitch of heat and moisture, when it wept with desire and need, Joe started
ramming home. His hands latched onto the boy's strong hips, held on with an
iron grip, and he hunched up into Richie as hard as his cock wanted, as
hard as his body would let him, and he was forcing himself in as far as he
could go, straining to reach the center of the boy, straining towards where
the unfertilized egg would lie waiting if Richie was a woman, and then when
he pushed as hard as he could, reached as close as he could get, his body
quaked and his cock ejaculated, drenching the convulsing passage with its
life giving reward.

The boy's muscles were strangling him, strangling more seed out of his
cock. Richie was cumming. Joe was cumming. It was like Joe was replacing
the seed that Richie was expelling into the open air. Waves of intense
pleasure, and there was no one else in the world but he and Richie, and
Richie was his bitch, Richie's anus was his pussy, and he had worked it
just right, had battered it into a roaring orgasm, and it squelched around
his spewing organ and Richie's little bump of a penis was nothing, just a
tiny, spitting clitoris, and his pussy was his only true sexual organ, and
it belonged to Joe and Joe would work at destroying it for the rest of his
life and fill it with gallons of semen by the time all was said and done,
and Richie's little bump would fall off because it was never used, because
it wasn't needed, and Joe knew what it was to dominate and he knew what it
was like to be like God, and then his cock fired it's last shot and he
ripped himself out of the demonic snatch and collapsed, choking in air,
choking in reality, and then Jared shoved him out of the way and rammed his
mighty weapon all the way up Richie's passage.

Richie squealed. Richie whimpered. Jared was ferocious. The mellow one, the
one with placid, light filled eyes, and he was brutalizing Richie as if the
boy was a rag doll. And the boy was loving it. His ass was thrust all the
way back, raised up seductively from the small of his back, and Jared was
showing no mercy, and his cock was huge and it was turning Richie's pussy
into a loose cunt, a cunt hanging on for dear life, a cunt begging for seed
from its master, and its master was now, irrevocably, Jared's fierce red
rammer, and the boy's great buttocks shivered like jello as they were
assaulted. Jared didn't let up for a moment, and Joe didn't know how Richie
could tolerate the violence, because it was so much more than Joe himself
had dealt the boy's ass, so much more than even Cody had ever dealt. The
bed heaved and groaned, and it was like being on a turbulent sea, tossing
and swaying, and always that big blonde plunger slamming into the tight,
quivering hole, and then Richie gave a piercing squeal and his body was
alive and quaking to a different rhythm than the bed, and Joe knew he was
cumming again, and Jared was still slamming into the boy's ass, driving in
and overpowering the convulsing muscles, and Richie's cries grew higher and
higher, and his body finally went slack, and he became the rag doll that he
was at the beginning, and Jared fucked him as brutally as ever, and the boy
could only lower his head and submit.

Jared gave a few particularly vicious thrusts before burying himself and
pulling the boy onto him at the same time, and then holding him there,
holding him tightly like a dog holds a bitch, and he didn't let go but Joe
knew his balls had let go and that he was unleashing torrents into Richie's
spent pussy. They were locked like that for a long time before Jared tore
his cock from the steaming cunt, and Joe couldn't help himself, he had to
look, and when he did, oh dear God, Richie's pussy was screaming, hot pink
and magenta, stretched wide and leaking hot mercury down the back of his
plump, rounded, and totally inconsequential testicles, and Joe could've
shoved his whole hand in there, he truly could have, and for a few moments
he really wanted to, and it took everything good left inside of him to
contain himself, and he contained himself just in time, for the boy had not
moved and the boy was still shivering, and a pang of worry cut through the
miasma of debauchery.

With baited breath, Joe waited for what would happen next. Was Richie
injured? Was his mind lost or broken? The boy's face was flat against the
bed, his beautiful haunches still prone and shivering, and a stream of
semen had found the back of his leg and was flowing down it like
lava. Finally the boy stirred. He lifted himself, turned himself gingerly
over, and when his face appeared, there was a huge, huge smile plastered on
it.

"Wow," he said, dreamily. "That was the best!"

"You enjoy that?" Jared said.

"Oh my God," Richie said. "I couldn't stop coming. For like
minutes. Nonstop. Wow."

Joe was stunned. He couldn't believe it. Richie had been ravaged like he'd
never imagined anyone could be ravaged outside of rape, he had been pulled
and prodded and snarled over like a piece of raw meat, and he was not only
no worse for wear, but happy about it. Joe recalled their earlier
conversation about Richie's strict father, and he thought he now
understood. Something within the man must have sensed something within his
son, something untamed and untamable, something dangerous and siren
like. Joe had felt it while he had sex with the boy, had felt it very
strongly while Jared was having sex with him. A need to dominate, but more
than that, a need to destroy, a need to obliterate. Something inside of
Richie unleashed this feeling, some deadly combination of the boy's sweet
innocence and his appalling, whorish sexual greed. A bottomless hole, an
endless black pit. It was a powerful feeling and to Joe, who felt like he'd
come down from some hellish adrenaline high, it was now quite frightening.

"I'm sorry if I was too rough, Richie," he said. "I got carried away."

"But I loved it," Richie said. "You're really good! You made me cum so
hard."

"Well--" Joe tried to say, but Jared cut in.

"You have to understand that Richie is submissive. He likes it rough."

"Yes!" Richie said.

"Is that why your father is so strict?" Joe said.

"No!" Richie said. "He doesn't know about me. Only Jared and Cody. And now
you!"

"I'm just concerned that you're being mistreated," Joe said. "That was
pretty intense."

"It's just sex," Richie said. "Different people like different things. Why
do you think it's wrong?"

"I'm just concerned, like I said. But if you are okay with it, then I guess
it's fine. Just be careful not to take it too far. I would hate to see you
get hurt."

"Geez, you're like my dad or something," Richie said, with a laugh. "I just
like getting fucked. And Jared was away for a long time. I was horny! I
still am! I wish this could happen every day. But at least I won't be alone
in Alaska this time."

He gazed eagerly at Jared.

"I guess I just worry too much," Joe said. "It comes with being a father,
and I guess it's hard to let it go."

"It's okay," Richie said. "I hope we can have sex again sometime. I want to
suck your penis!"

Joe laughed.

"It's not as big as Jared's, though."

"But it's nice," said Richie, eyeing it. "And you know how to use it!"

"Really?" Joe said.

"Sure. You were great. Didn't you feel me when I came?"

"Oh, I felt it," Joe said. "It was heavenly."

"And you're hot," Richie enthused. "It's my first time with an older guy."

"Hot? You might need to go see an eye doctor."

"You're pretty good looking," Jared piped in. "I know you don't think so,
but you're handsome."

"I love your body," Richie said. "Big, hairy chest. You're muscular, like
me."

"I also have a lot of padding around the middle," Joe said. "Unlike you."

"Not that much," Richie said. "Jeesh, don't be so negative! I think you're
a great guy!"

"Well thanks," Joe said.

He was smiling. He couldn't help it. The boys were making him feel good. He
couldn't ignore their praise as flattery, especially not from Richie, who
seemed too simple, too honest, to make things up. It was strange that the
dark, troubling intensity of what had transpired so recently could just
fall away like that.

"Say," Joe said, "why don't you two stay over tonight? We can finish the
pizza, drink more beer and watch movies."

An uncertain look crossed Richie's face.

"I'll ask my dad," he said.

"You better tell him you're sleeping at my place," Jared said. "And I
better call my dad and tell him to cover for us if your dad calls."

Richie went into the bedroom and made the call. Success! He returned,
smiling, and then Jared called his father. A brief conversation, and then
Jared returned and they all sat, still stark naked, and watched a
movie. When it was over, they started in on the remains of the pizzas, and
grabbed more beers. Halfway through the second movie, there was a knock on
the door, and Cody stood there when it was opened.

"I wanted to say I'm sorry," he said to Joe. "I didn't mean to be a jerk."

"You need to apologize to your friends," Joe said,

He came inside. Joe removed the robe he had put on to open the door, and
then went back to where the movie was playing. He pressed the pause button
and turned on the lights.

Cody looked embarrassed and a little ashamed.

"I'm sorry," he said. "To all of you. I don't know what happened."

It was Jared who spoke first.

"It's alright, man," he said. "I wish you had told me you wanted to be
alone instead of letting it get to you."

"No, I liked you being here," Cody said. "I just got in a mood. I'm
sorry. And you, too, Richie. I was out of line."

Richie's face brightened.

"It's okay," he said.

"Well, now that that's settled," Joe said, "why don't we start the movie
again."

Which he did, after Cody grabbed a beer and perched himself on the stuffed
arm of Joe's couch. But the movie was not to be. Cody leaned down and
kissed Joe on the lips. Kissed him tenderly, almost, it seemed to Joe, in
gratitude. And then they were making out, and he could hear Jared and
Richie making out, and then Cody guided Joe's hand to the front of his
shorts, where his stiff penis waited. Joe unzipped him, and took it
tenderly into his mouth, and his heart filled up and was light. And then
all four of them went back to Joe's bedroom, and Cody was feeling up Joe's
ass for the short journey and Joe knew exactly what he wanted and was more
than happy to give it to him.

On all fours, Joe waited. Already he had handed the tube of K-Y to Cody,
and in moments the boy slipped inside, gently, for once, and he felt Cody's
loins meet his bottom. He was getting fucked by the only person in the
world he wanted to fuck him. But it was more than that. It was his
heart. Cody possessed it, through good moods and bad, and it was great to
forgive him, great to feel him working his way in and out of the passage
that Joe felt belonged to him, and his heart couldn't have been fuller. He
felt no embarrassment at all that Jared and Richie could see him being
taken, but indeed they were wrapped up in their own communion.

The heat, the rhythm increased, as it always did with Cody. He lowered his
upper body onto Joe's back, and Cody's fingers found his chest, found his
nipples, and he was rubbing them, and squeezing his breasts greedily, and
then his tongue was in Joe's ear and Joe felt that twinge and knew he would
cum again despite having released twice already that evening, despite his
aged and sore cock. Then Cody raised up again and his youthful vigor came
to the fore, and its outlet was Joe's body, his tight passage, and it
accommodated Cody's attentions with welcoming pleasure, and everything felt
right.

Jared and Richie were on the bed next to them. The boy's beefy legs were
raised and pushed way back, and Jared was plunging into him. Joe saw him
lean down for a kiss, never missing a beat with his thrusts, and Richie
responded eagerly, as always. Jared broke away again and started really
pounding into the boy, just how he liked it, and the boy was panting, and
Joe realized he, too, was panting, because Cody hadn't been inside of him
for a while and because Cody was getting rougher, too. And then everything
came to a standstill and everything was rearranged, under the guidance of
both Cody and Jared.

Something was whispered into Richie's ear by Jared, and the boy got up and
crawled over to Joe.

"Lift up," Cody whispered to Joe.

Joe did, and Cody was pressed close, his cock never slipping once from his
Joe's hole as the older man lifted up his torso. Richie got on his back
again, but under where Joe's body had been bent, and it was clear what Cody
and Jared wanted.

"Down," Cody said into Joe's ear.

And Joe lowered his torso so he was on hands and knees again, and he spread
his legs wider so he was lowered further, and Richie's mouth came up and
engulfed him, and he was engulfed and impaled at the same time, and it was
incredible. Then Cody started to move again inside him, and Jared lifted up
Richie's legs and mounted him again, and then the two kids were fucking
their men, and Joe was inside of Richie's mouth, and all that remained was
for Joe to engulf Richie's small penis, but he hesitated. The thought
disgusted him, and he didn't know why. And then it came to him, as a kind
of shock, and he felt ashamed.

It was all about power. Joe had felt powerful because he had a much larger
penis than Richie. The boy was young, attractive, sweet, and had an
astonishing build, but he had a tiny penis, and none of those other things
mattered because of that. Joe had felt powerful in Richie's presence, and
even more powerful when he was fucking him. He had felt infinitely
powerful, and infinitely superior, and he had taken it out on the boy. His
disdain was confirmed, he thought, when Jared was even more rough with
Richie. But it was all bullshit.

Most men, including himself, would have been ashamed to have such a tiny
penis. Most men would be neurotic over it, would do anything to conceal and
hide it. Most men would have been broken and sexless. But not
Richie. Richie didn't care. He was proud of it, even, and proud of his
status as a bottom, his status as a submissive bottom, no less. And that
was real power. That was real superiority. What Joe had thought of as a
destructive, grasping lust in Richie, and inspired by Richie, was healthy
and benign. If it had awakened something ugly inside of Joe, well, that was
on him. That was his failure to comprehend and his weakness as a human
being. And these things, thus acknowledged, settled into place in Joe's
mind, and he knew he was better for them.

The boy was moaning. Jared was fucking him hard, really walloping his
ass. Joe lowered his head and took Richie inside his mouth. The boy
squealed around Joe's penis, then started sucking it better than anyone
ever had. Cody increased his pace, increased the depth of his plunges. Joe
was almost there, and there was no controlling anything about it. His
tongue lashed out against the glans of Richie's tiny penis, and the boy
instantly started ejaculating, his seed splashing across Joe's tongue, and
the chain was complete, and there was nothing to hold him back, and Joe's
sore, middle-aged penis fired the biggest, strongest load of his entire
life into Richie's voracious mouth, and Cody's dick was knocking against
his prostate (Joe had finally looked it up!) and Richie's mouth was simply
unquenchable.

Richie wouldn't stop cumming. Even when the spurts became dry the
convulsions persisted, and Joe couldn't stop, either. Richie's magic tongue
was drawing more and more out of him. They were filling each other up,
becoming brothers through shared DNA, and they were all connected. Jared's
penis was inside of Richie and Richie's penis was inside of Joe and Joe's
penis was inside of Richie's and Cody's penis was inside of Joe. It was a
circle, an unbroken circle, love and lust, four bodies filling need and
holes, desires and greed, everything was connected, everything was given
and taken, and it was more than just sex, more than just love. It was more
than anything Joe had ever imagined. So very much more.

And then Cody was pulling out of him, and they were breaking apart, and Joe
finally relinquished Richie's still twitching penis and Richie relinquished
his, and Joe had no idea if Cody had cum inside him or if Jared had cum
inside of Richie, so lost had he been, but he dearly hoped so. He moved off
of Richie and sat up, and when the boy looked at him, he wiped the sweat
from his forehead and said, "Phew!"

It wasn't over. Joe looked over at Cody and Jared, and knew. They were both
standing beside the bed, and both of their cocks were hard and gleaning and
lifted toward the stars. It seemed a poised moment. Joe didn't know what to
make of it, but he knew from the look in Cody's eyes, and in Jared's eyes,
too, that something was happening, something perhaps strange. They moved
close to each other and they took each other's cocks in their hands. And
then Jared went down on his knees before Cody, and he took the kid's cock
in his mouth.

He wasn't voracious like Richie, but loved Cody's cock with his mouth,
tender and sweet. His hand came up, almost touching, almost cupping Cody's
balls as he sucked, and then his fingers played lightly, just grazing the
hairs on Cody's balls. The kid's taut belly shivered, and then his legs
began to quake. His eyes snapped shut and he gasped, and Joe knew he was
sending his seed home, knew because Cody kept shivering and Jared was
softly gulping his essence down. Jared masturbated as he did this, but when
Cody's eyes popped open, when he saw, he whispered, "No."

And then Jared rose up, his over sized erection stretched up high, and Cody
fell to his knees. Never did Joe think he would see such a thing. It was
beautiful. As tenderly as Jared had done for him, Cody took Jared's large
organ into his mouth, and his head bobbed back and forth over it gently. He
seemed to know what Jared liked, for the blonde was soon gasping sweetly,
and then, as Jared had done, Cody lifted his cupped hand and nearly touched
Jared's heavy testicles, which were drawn up close to his body. It seemed
to be an secret erogenous zone that they shared together and shared with no
others. Cody, like Jared before, gently fiddled with the golden hairs at
his friend's balls, and the blonde closed his eyes and sighed . Cody's
mouth was still now, but his lips were wrapped around Jared tightly, and he
was swallowing every drop of his blonde seed.

Jared opened his eyes, and Cody rose to his feet. They scooted onto the
bed, their backs against the headboard, and Richie and Joe scooted in next
to them. It was a very tight fit.

"I'm going to miss you, man," Jared said.

He was looking at Cody.

"Me too," Cody said. "I mean-- shit."

Tears spilled down Cody's cheek, the one Joe could see, and he ached foe
the kid. He wanted to wrap him in his arms and take his grief inside,
anything to spare him pain.

"I'm so alone," Cody said, in a deep, cracking voice.

Joe felt his heart breaking.

""No, you're not," Jared said, in a firm voice. "You're my brother. That's
forever. I'm going to be away awhile, but I'll come back. I always come
back."

"I know," Cody said. "It's just hard. I missed you so much, and then you're
back for just a couple of weeks, and there you go again."

"But I'm coming back, man," Jared repeated. "And if I make a lot of money,
maybe we'll go on a road trip."

"Coronavirus," Cody moaned.

"It ain't gonna last forever," Jared said.

"Sometimes it seems like it."

"Well, it's not," Jared said. "And when it's over, yeah man, where do you
want to go?"

"Disneyland," Cody said.

Jared laughed. Cody was wiping away his tears and had a half-smile on his
face. Joe now understood the reason behind Cody's earlier meltdown. He
wasn't sick of Jared. He didn't want Jared to leave. They were, as they
said, brothers.

"And don't forget that guy over there," Jared said, pointing to Joe. "Seems
to me he's pretty crazy about you."

"And I'm pretty crazy about him," Cody said.

And with that, Joe's heart lifted and fluttered up to the heavens. He had
never wanted or needed to hear something so desperately in his life. It
filled him with wonder and joy.

"So don't blow it!" Jared said. "Treat him well. I know he treats you
well."

"He does," Cody said. "Plus he's a good fuck."

They all laughed at that, then Jared leaned over and mussed Richie's short
hair.

"And this guy!" he said. "I sure missed you while I was in California."

Richie's little head popped forward. He was peering down between Jared's
legs, at his soft, heavy genitals.

"I missed you too!" he said.

"Me or my dick?" Jared said, laughing.

"Both!" Richie said. "I mean, yeah. You don't even want to know how much I
missed your big dick. But I missed all of you, so much. You're my best
friend! You and Cody-- and now Joe, here, too, are the only people that
really know me. I feel so good when I'm with you, you just wouldn't
believe."

"Oh, I believe," Jared said with a wink.

Richie caught it, and the tone of voice, and he chuckled.

"So I've got two best friends, here, on this bed, and a good new friend,"
Jared said. "I'm a lucky guy. And I hope you know how much you mean to
me. I'm never going to let any of you go. Friends forever!"

With that, he and Cody fist bumped, and then he and Richie fist bumped, and
then everyone fist bumped everyone else, and they were all happy.

"You know what I think?" Cody said.

"What?" said Richie.

"I think I'm beat, and I think this bed is too small for all of us. Why
don't you guys sleep over at my place? More comfortable that way. And I'll
stay here with Joe. Don't worry about locking the door. I never do."

So Jared and Richie got up, and without any more ceremony, they left. And
Joe turned off the lights and got in bed, and Cody snuggled up next to him
and fell asleep with his head on Joe's shoulder, and then Joe, after a most
illuminating and most exhausting day, fell asleep, too.

In the morning he awoke to the soft sounds of his phone alarm. He thought
about making breakfast, then thought he might check to see if Jared and
Richie were still sleeping. He slipped on some clothes and slippers, then
slipped outside. Cody's apartment was unlocked, and there was no sign of
the boys in his bedroom. But then, looking closer, Joe realized that there
certainly were signs, signs of a very recent departure, for there on Cody's
mattress were several sticky, coagulating puddles, all small, all arranged
in a line going the same direction, and Joe knew they had come from Richie,
and he knew, without a doubt, that they had happened when Jared was inside
of Richie, that he had caused the boy to explode, yet again, with the force
of his big cock. A remembrance of them both for Cody, a sort of present.

Joe smiled. He called into work and took the day off. When he returned to
his apartment, Cody was still sleeping. He was naked but for the tangle of
sheets wrapped around his calves. The shock of dark hair, the strong, but
somehow delicate features. The softly rising chest, the tiny nipples. Joe's
eyes wandered down the flat belly, came to the small, tidy bush, and went
down again, to Cody's penis. It looked so small and sweet, so impossibly
innocent nestled as it was over the kid's plump, silken balls.

His heart full of love and desire, Joe stripped again. He lay gently down
so as not to wake Cody, that lovely, sleeping angel, and he just couldn't
resist. Slowly, patiently, he moved his hand between the kid's legs,
touching nothing, not until he reached his target, the sparse, short and
curly hairs that stuck out so oddly from his reclining sack. With the
utmost care, he grazed them with the barest touch from his fingertips,
establishing a delicate, barely perceptible rhythm, and then he
watched. Slowly, over a period of time, the little organ began to thicken,
and then a little quicker, until it turned to the side and met the kid's
thigh. There it caught for a while, but still it slowly expanded, until
with a sudden jerk it broke free and skittered up the thigh an inch or so,
only to be caught again.

This time the thickening penis was stuck for quite a while, but when it
broke free again it skittered all the way up the thigh, bouncing against it
here and there, and finally clearing it. Slowly it rose up and straightened
out, until it was neatly parallel to Cody's flat tummy, only an inch or so
separating the two. It pointed directly at the belly button, as if in
greeting, and continued to expand and climb towards it. When finally it was
still, when the only movement was the slight, occasional movements that
echoed the kid's heartbeat, when it had stretched as far as it could, Joe
took it gently into his mouth and gave it the most tender of attentions,
just his tongue and lips sliding slowly and delicately up and down. The
silken orbs, Joe noted, had experienced their own little journey. They were
tight and wrinkled, and very close to the kid's body.

There was no rush. Joe took his time, savoring the experience. The kid's
soft breaths came at a slow, leisurely pace, and Joe sucked his penis with
equal softness and leisure. It seemed to go on forever, and Joe was lost in
it, this tender worship, this lovely young stalk, so green with life. And
the wrinkled fonts below, the hairs now closer together because of the
contracted skin, and Joe continued to tickle them without touching the sack
beneath. There was no real warning when it happened, no big change. The
faintest, under the breath ghost of a sigh, and then the young penis jerked
into life, dancing wildly in Joe's mouth as it ejected seed from the
tightened testicles, ejecting with a force that was greatly at odds with
the surrounding placidity of Cody's body and Joe's delicate movements and
oral touch.

Joe swirled the quicksilver semen over his tongue, rolled it over his taste
buds. There was nothing in the world so sweet, so fresh, and it came and
came in bursts of life. Even when the jerking motions subsided within his
mouth, the stalk continued to seep seed, and Joe got all of it, pulling it
inside of himself, swallowing it down into his very guts. And then,
regrettably, it was over, but only until the next time, for those young
balls were always brewing fresh sap.

Very gently, Joe pulled off and released Cody's penis back into the air. It
was going to be a beautiful, sunny day outside, he could tell by the light,
and there was much to do, much to be done. But there was plenty of time.
There was plenty of time for everything. He thought of Jared and he thought
of Richie, and he wished he could freeze time, wished he could keep them
all young and free and happy. Cody most of all. He loved the boy. There was
no doubt, no fear any more, either. Come what may, he was hopelessly in
love, in a way he never before knew was possible. It was all consuming. It
was something that couldn't be measured, couldn't be predicted. But it was
there, and Joe decided that he had better enjoy it while it lasted, because
he knew it was once in a lifetime.

He lay back down, next to Cody. He was not a man that normally slept in,
normally not a man who could sleep in even if he wanted to, but there,
beside Cody, he found peace, and he drifted off.


The End