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Chapter 3
Joe's ass was sore when he woke up. Very sore. It was a Saturday morning and there was no reason to hop right out of bed, but he did. The soreness increased a great deal when he moved, but Joe soon realized he had an erection in spite of the pain at his backdoor. A strong one. An erection of the type he'd had back when he was a teenager, like Cody.
Cody. Joe tried to force the kid out of his mind as he set up and turned on the coffee maker, but it was impossible. He wondered what he would do if Cody knocked again. He wondered if he would be strong enough to not answer, or if his loneliness, his isolation, would push him back onto dangerous ground. He was pretty sure the kid was dangerous. Maybe dangerous in general, but definitely dangerous for Joe, personally.
He still couldn't fathom why he had allowed Cody to fuck him so brutally the day before, or why he had allowed Cody to fuck him at all. He knew he liked women. His brain, his heart, his penis all reminded him of that fact often. But didn't Cody give him a hard on, too? The kid was the only thing on his mind and he had a big boner in his shorts that wouldn't go away. It was frustrating!
What he needed was to get out of there, to get out of his small, dingy apartment and back into the world. He was certain that a change of scenery was all that was needed to get his mind back on track. But where to go? What to do? Everything was in lock down and there weren't a whole lot of options. He could go to the grocery store, but his pantry was stocked and there really was no reason to risk exposure among a crowd if he didn't actually need food.
So what to do? He could go on a quick road trip. He could drive around the countryside for a while, waste some gas. It was spring, after all, and the greenery outside would be particularly vibrant now that everything was fresh with new leaves. Joe decided it was a good idea, the only idea. He downed a couple of cups of coffee, dressed quickly and headed to his car.
Down in the parking lot he found Cody. The hood of the kid's car (Joe hoped it was the kid's car) was up, and he was doing something underneath it, changing some fluid or tinkering with something else. Joe didn't know. He didn't see. Most of Cody's upper body was concealed by the hood of the car, but Joe recognized the pale blue t-shirt from the day before.
He hurried to his own car, tried to avoid being seen, and he made it. He turned the key, pulled out of the parking space, and was off, feeling free and easy right away. For the past few weeks he'd taken the same route to and from the grocery store, so he decided to drive through the old neighborhoods, to take a roundabout way to get out of the town and into the farmlands up north.
Everything was blooming. Lilacs, magnolias, cherries, those golden chain trees. Joe felt soothed and rejuvenated just looking at them. When he got to the farms, the fields were green, some with seedling alfalfa or timothy grass, some with endless rows of corn or potatoes or beets or whatever. It made him miss the little garden he and Sara had set up in the backyard of their home. Of his former home.
Joe had no idea if Sara wanted to keep the house. Probably the best thing would be to sell it and split the proceeds, but then again, it wouldn't be right to uproot the children. They liked the house. They liked their neighborhood friends, and they liked their school. Joe decided that if his wife and kids wanted to stay there that he would do whatever it took to make it happen. Even if it meant that he himself had to scrape to get by.
Of course he expected to have to scrape to get by, anyway. There would no longer be a dual income for him. Sara would keep what she made, if she decided to return to work after the lockdown, and he would probably pay her alimony in addition to child support. That didn't leave a whole lot of chaff. A couple of days before he would have felt sorry for himself, but not now. He was sure things would somehow work out.
It got boring after a while, the endless farms, the endless rows. Joe decided to head back. It was lunch time and he was hungry, and he wanted another cup of coffee. On the way, he took a detour and pulled off the side of the road by a local creek. He didn't go down to it, but his position above allowed him to see, hear and smell the rushing water, and that was enough. Once in town, he stopped by a drive-thru coffee place and indulged himself with a sweet, milky espresso drink.
Cody was still under the hood of his car when Joe got home. He'd been gone for almost three hours, so the kid's car must have real problems, Joe thought. He was interested to know what Cody was fixing, kind of wanted to know if he could help. But the kid could not see him, so he decided it was better to go inside than risk the possibility of the kid taking his curiosity the wrong way. Maybe if he left the kid alone, the kid would leave him alone, too.
Joe's butt was still sore, but it wasn't especially painful any more. He decided to check out the damage. Off came his slacks and boxer shorts, and then he sat on the edge of the chair he had in front of his computer, where he was able to reach the sore place. It was odd, but his butt hole, when he touched it, felt exactly the same as before. Not that he touched his butt hole all that often. It was a little more puffy than usual, perhaps, but it felt soft and small. He used his fingertips to massage the area, and that was soothing. It was not soothing to his penis, however. It quickly stiffened into an erection.
How many times was it now that he'd gotten hard like that? It was weird. Joe was used to having infrequent erections that usually weren't all that stiff. And those ones usually occurred while he was sleeping, the evidence only apparent before he took his morning piss, after which his erections faded quietly into the day. Sure, he still felt twinges down there when he saw an attractive woman, but that was it. He realized he hadn't had a regular sex life with his wife in a long, long time. What was strange was that he hadn't cared, hadn't really even noticed..
And now, within the space of a couple of days, his penis had somehow been reawoken, as if kissed by a prince in a fairytale. Cody was no prince. Joe was sure of that. But the indisputable fact was that the kid was somehow turning him on. Maybe it was simply the attention that did it, the simple fact that Cody desired him sexually, against all sense and odds. It was nice to be attractive to someone. It was nice to feel wanted.
His penis was still very stiff. Joe gripped it, started stroking, started enjoying himself. After a while he spit onto his palm and then really went at it. He was touching his anus, too, gently rubbing it with his finger tips as he stroked. He couldn't get the kid off his mind. It didn't matter. It felt great, and he allowed himself to give in to his thoughts. After a while, his butthole started to feel really warm and moist. He sucked on a finger, brought it down again, and plunged it inside.
It wasn't the fiery pain of before, but it was uncomfortable because of the soreness. Joe's hand stroked to the same rhythm that his finger plunged, a neat synchronicity. He was just about there. The image of the kid's hard dick, pointing at the sky, was in his mind. His balls tightened. His penis stifferened even more. A couple more strokes, a couple more plunges, and he would boil over. That's when he heard pounding at his door, yet again.
Without question, it was the kid. Cody. Joe stopped just short. He suddenly felt embarrassed, a little ashamed. His heart pounded in his chest. He couldn't let the kid see him like that. But the knocking didn't stop. The kid tried again and again. Joe's face was red and he was at a loss. He was torn. He wanted to see the kid, at least find out what he wanted. But Joe knew where that would lead.
He got up. He pulled on his shorts, pushing his erection up so it was trapped flat against his body by the elastic at the waist. The kid was there alright, just at the other side of the peephole. Joe opened the door.
"I suppose you want a beer," Joe said.
"Nope. I want to fuck you again."
The kid walked inside, shut the door behind him. Within moments he was next to Joe. He reached around and grabbed Joe's ass, kneaded it for a little while. Then he pulled Joe's shorts down.
"Looks like your ready for me," the kid said, when he saw Joe's boner.
There was no answer for the truth. Joe couldn't deny it, not to Cody, not to himself. He was changed. He let the kid guide him to the living room with no resistance.
"You know what to do," the kid said.
Joe did. He braced himself against the wall as he'd done before. The kid headed to the medicine cabinet for Vaseline. Mere seconds late, Cody rammed his greasy boner up Joe's backside.
It hurt. It really hurt. Joe didn't understand why the kid had to be so rough. But there was no changing it. Joe sensed that the kid would do it his way or no way at all. In moments the kid was pounding away at him. His buttocks quaked each time the kid sent his dick back home. Joe could only whimper and submit. His ass belonged to the kid for as long as he wanted it.
The violence increased. The kid was penetrating deep up inside. The rhythm of Cody's hips was frantic. Staccato slaps resounded against Joe's plump butt cheeks like wild applause. It was tough to take, tough to breath, and it only got worse. But there was a tight feeling, a tenseness down below that Joe hadn't felt the first time.
Tighter, more tense, the feeling increased into near pain, and then suddenly, Joe was cumming, ejaculating hard onto the ground below. He was still braced against the wall, his hands flat against it, but he was cumming. How was it possible? Powerful spurts from his penis erupting into nothing but air? It went on and on, the seemingly endless pulsations. Cody's fingers dug into his hips and then the kid slammed home a final time and was still.
Cody was pressed tight to his body, lodged deep up his ass. Grunting under his breath, like before, as he unloaded into Joe's body, as his seed shot far up inside. The kid held on for a long time, his erection giving Joe's stretched out anus no ground, no relief, until his young balls completed the delivery.
When he was finished, the kid abruptly pulled out. He went to the couch and sat down.
"That was even better than the first time," he said.
Joe had nothing to say about that.
"Was it good for you?" the kid persisted.
Joe couldn't admit that it had been, kind of.
"Felt like you got a good nut," the kid said.
And that was it, that really did it. Heat, blood rushed to Joe's face. He felt extremely embarrassed.
"I'm not sure how that happened," Joe said, sheepishly.
"You got a fuck nut up your ass. All guys do. You just got a sensitive one."
"What do you mean?" Joe said.
"Prostate. P-R-O-S-T-A-T-E. Google it."
Cody got up, reached for his clothes.
"Please don't go," Joe said. He sounded pathetic, even to himself.
"I'll cook you dinner," he added.
The kid sat back down. Joe felt relieved.
"What's a prostrate?" he said.
"Prostate. Like I said, it's a little nut up inside your ass. Some guys can cum when it gets rubbed enough. Xtube it, man."
Joe didn't know what Xtube was, but he would try to remember. Xtube and Prostrate. Duly noted.
"Is it normal?" he said.
"Yeah, normal for some guys. You did it the first time, too."
Joe couldn't believe that. He looked at the kid in astonishment. He had felt nothing. Well, he had felt those little twinges, but that couldn't have been an orgasm. No way.
"How do you know?" Joe said.
"Cuz your ass clamped down on my dick when you were nutting. Couldn't miss that. Felt really good."
"Are you gay?" Joe asked.
"Equal opportunity. I go after anything that makes my dick hard."
"I make your dick hard?"
"You sure do, baby," Cody said. He was smiling broadly.
Joe got up to cook. He reached for his clothes.
"Leave 'em off," Cody said. "I like to see you naked."
How was he going to cook without clothes? It was unnatural! He could get burned or scalded in his most private areas, his most sensitive areas. But Joe went to the kitchen without his clothes. He wanted to please Cody even if his mind screamed against it.
The refrigerator was full. There was thawed chicken breast in there that needed to be cooked, but with what? Pasta? He had some fresh broccoli. He had cream and butter, and parmesan cheese, too. Did he have the pasta? Could he make a nice fettucini Alfredo for Cody?
He had linguini. That would do. Joe set about cooking while the kid watched TV. It took a while, with all the different methods of cooking needed for the various ingredients, but when Joe was finally done, it looked and smelled delicious.
"Soup's on," Joe said.
"Soup?" Cody said.
"Food's ready," Joe said. "It's time to eat.
The nudity was still weird to Joe, especially while eating. He and his wife had only disrobed to shower for most of their married life. Even on the odd occasion when they had sex they rarely had undressed all the way, especially in the later years of their marriage.
"It's good," Cody said.
He dug in, and so did Joe. Cody had a second serving, but Joe thought he had better not. It was embarrassing to think about, but he wanted to watch his figure. Cody grabbed a beer when he was finished, and drank it while Joe cleaned up. Joe was happy that Cody decided to stick around for a while.
The kid was still watching TV when Joe returned to the living room. He sat down next to Cody, who seemed engrossed in the program he was watching. Joe waited patiently. He didn't speak until the show was over.
"Can I look at your body?" he asked, in a slightly tremulous voice.
"Sure, go ahead."
"No, I mean can you stand up so I can see you? Please"
Maybe it was gratitude, Joe didn't know, but for once the kid did something Joe wanted. Cody stood up and faced him. He was much paler at the center, from his waist nearly to his knees, where the sun hadn't reached and given his skin that delicious golden glow present in his face, arms and calves.
His flaccid penis looked quite delicate. His balls hung down well below where his penis ended, plump and heavy in their loose sack. But it was the rest of the kid's body that surprised Joe. Sure, he was lean, but there was nice definition to the muscles he did have. The stomach was flat and ridged, the muscles raised seductively where they met the loins and pubis in the classic 'U' shape. His hips seemed impossibly narrow, but he broadened up at the shoulder, and his small pectoral muscles were like little plates of armor.
"Can I see your back, too?" Joe said. It came out like a plea.
"Sure, but don't get any ideas."
The kid turned around. The slimness of his waist stood in even greater contrast to his rib cage and shoulders from the back view, but everything flowed smoothly together. No unexpected bumps or bulges, just a clean, tapering outline of young flesh, young muscles. The kid's butt was small and cute, with a clean, rounded definition, and it curved down to meet a pair of shapely legs. Perhaps the most striking thing of all was the kid's smoothness.
There was scarcely a hair on him, except for in the expected places. Small, dark wisps as the armpits, and up front, a tidy little black pubic bush. There were a few short hairs at the top of the kid's calves, but that was the sum and total of it. The kid was as hairless as a thirteen year old.
His penis was not quite so small, not quite so delicate looking when Cody turned around. Things had plumped up a bit. An erection was in the early stages of formation. It had been little over an hour since the last one, since the last orgasm.
"Now it's your turn," Cody said.
"Nothing much to see," Joe said.
"Just do it."
Cody returned to the couch and Joe stood up. He walked back a few steps so the kid could see, and then stood trembling before him. He was embarrassed. He hated his body, every out of shape part of it. His extended belly, his 'love handles', his big ass. He felt bulgy and bloated, and his penis felt like a frightened, bleached little snail, half consumed by the extra padding at his crotch. Sometimes when he bent down to pick something off the floor it got sucked up all the way inside of his body, only a soft, circular little ridge of skin outlining where his penis should have been. At such times he had to pull it out again to feel halfway like a man.
"Turn around."
The back wasn't any better than the front, in Joe's estimation. It had been many years since he had looked at his backside in the mirror but he knew it couldn't be good.. He was certain that he looked like a pasty, globby pear from the back..
"You have a really nice ass," Cody said. "Nice and big and round."
"I look like hell," Joe said.
"If that's how you feel, why don't you do something about it? Go for a run, hit the 'Y' when it opens again."
"You really like my butt?"
"A hard dick don't lie."
Joe turned around, saw the kid's penis sticking up like a rocket from his crotch. The kid got on his feet in a hurry, went up to Joe and placed his hands on Joe's shoulder,s pressed down until Joe got the idea and went down on his knees. A moment later, with no time to spare, the kid pressed his cock into Joe's open mouth. Joe sucked on it, moved his head back and forth so that his mouth was gliding over the stiff penis.
"Teeth," the kid said.
A thought at the back of his mind, and then Joe remembered. Lips over teeth. When he did it the kid started thrusting in and out, like the time before. He was soon banging up against the back of Joe's throat, and the older man had to reaccustom himself to the nausea, fight against the impulse to gag. He retched once, thought he might throw up, but when the feeling subsided, Cody shoved back in again without mercy, started slamming away as if nothing had happened.
The penis was soon invading Joe's throat, deeper with each thrust. The kid's fingers held his ears again, and there was no escape from the frenetic, drilling penetrations. Joe's head kept sinking lower, and the kid's thighs were soon at the sides of his head and neck. Cody was fucking hard down into Joe's mouth just as he had fucked hard up into Joe's ass earlier.
It was strangely silent, except for the slurping noises, and an occasional light choking sound from Joe. He was trying desperately to hang on, to keep up with his breathing, to relax his throat muscles. It wasn't easy. It took everything he had. But after enduring the kid's full, raging onslaught he was rewarded with Cody's seed again, blasting into his convulsing throat, the tangy taste and sweet aroma engulfing him as his stuffed orifice took in the bounty.
Just as Joe thought he might suffocate, the kid ripped himself out of his mouth. He gripped his penis and rubbed it over Joe's face, anointing him with the last of the seed. Then he plunged back in, telling Joe to clean him off. Joe's tongue went wild. It caught everything. Cody's penis was whistle clean when he pulled it out again. He reached down and grabbed his shirt, started to pull in back on.
"Please don't leave," Joe said. "Please stay."
The kid looked undecided.
"We can watch a movie. I have Netflix. And HBO. I have it all."
The kid sat back down, fiddled with the remote, found a movie that he liked and started it up.
"Get me a beer," he said.
Joe did. He even opened it before handing it to Cody.
The movie was not something Joe would have chosen. One of those Marvel movies, all action and noise. Too loud and raucous for Joe, but he watched in tolerance. The kid's eyes were alive and flashing, especially during particularly intense scenes. Near the end, he leapt from his seat in excitement, and when he sat down he put extended his arm along the back of the couch, then brought it down lightly around Joe shoulders.
It was the smell that got to him. The kid obviously had not washed after he worked on his car. It was powerful, that scent. Joe couldn't get used to it, couldn't ignore it. The kid had shucked his t-shirt again during the movie, and his armpit was quite close to Joe's face. The scent permeated his nostrils, rich and acrid, distinctly the odor of a male. Joe couldn't help but inhale it.
Before he knew what he was doing, Joe's face was buried in Cody's armpit, and he was licking the soft hair there, licking up the pungent scent. Every centimeter of that pit got wet. Joe licked it clean like he'd licked Cody's spent penis clean, licking away even his own bathing saliva when he was done. He got up and went to the other side, went to work on the left armpit with as much dedication as he'd shown to the right. He couldn't see the silent kid with his face buried, had no idea, really, if Cody liked it, but he couldn't stop himself and Cody wasn't stopping him, either.
"Do my balls," the kid grunted.
Joe rose up, fell to his knees before Cody, and the kid rose up, too, so that his balls dangled above Joe's lips. Without hesitation, Joe opened wide, took the kid's balls into his mouth, lavished them with saliva, bathed them with ardent care, licking and lapping up every trace of sweat until they were clean. When he pulled away, he saw that Cody's penis was once again fully erect and pointing at the sky.
"Get the Vaseline," Joe said.
He got up and headed to his bedroom, got on his bed and then arranged himself on his hands and knees, ass raised up a little higher than his arching lower back. Cody was right behind him. The kid climbed up, pushed Joe's legs further apart, then swiftly mounted him. The typically rough penetration caused Joe no pain this time, just a little discomfort, and Joe could live with that. Even when the kid started to plow into him, the pain was very mild. Perhaps it was the new position, Joe thought, or perhaps it was because they were having sex in the proper place, in a bed, and he was more comfortable with that. But Joe was alarmed by the noises the bed was making.
Eek-uh-eek-uh-eek-uh-eek-uh-eek-uh-eek-uh-eek, on and on, faster and faster, a noise that couldn't be mistaken for anything but vigorous sex. It embarrassed Joe to think that his neighbors might hear what was going on, that they might know that he was being fucked by Cody. Then the twinges started in on his balls and his penis, and he forgot about everything.
It wasn't easy to reach down, to touch himself, while Cody was railing into him. The bed shook, and really all of his limbs were needed to keep himself steady, but the urge was too strong. He moved his left arm in, so that it was beneath his chest, braced himself, then reached down. His penis was hard again. He caressed it, stroked it as best he could, and in a short moment he knew he'd cum if he didn't stop.
He pulled his hand away. It was hard to keep his balance that way, and he wanted to cum when Cody did, at the same time. He craved that synergy. But his penis refused to cooperate. It was hard and tingly and extremely tense. After a few more rough thrusts from Cody, it exploded, spitting out wave after wave of his seed into the air, unaided by manual stimulation once again. It felt incredible, and it was getting to be a habit. Another thing Joe could live with.
But the kid wasn't done, not by a long shot. He kept rutting away at Joe's backside. It was much less pleasurable for Joe, getting fucked after he shot his load. He didn't know why. Or rather, he did, but he was surprised that it was the same in this respect as it was when he was with his wife. Because with her, he always rolled over after the great event, his orgasm, was over. He just lost interest and always wanted to get away from her or at least go to sleep after he had spent himself. But that was not an option with the kid fucking him, not really. He could have stopped it in theory but there was no way he was going to let himself disappoint Cody.
The minutes stretched. The minutes dragged. Cody was taking his time. Joe, in his frustration, tried to coax Cody into ejaculation. He wiggled his buttocks, rolled them in a slow, circular motion in an effort to entice the kid, in an effort to show that he was not only receptive but eager for the kid's seed. It didn't work. Cody grabbed him by the hips, steadied him, and then fucked even harder when Joe's buttocks grew still. There was nothing for it, Joe realized. He lowered his head and raised his buttocks in surrender, and moments later, felt those twinges in his penis again.
He couldn't believe it. Never in his life had anything like it happened before. Even in his teenage years, Joe had never gotten off three times in one day. His balls were tingling and his penis felt very, very stiff. Joe rearranged himself a little, spit into his right palm and reached down to grab ahold of his erection. The kid was plowing him really hard, and much faster than he stroked his penis. It was difficult to keep his balance, but he hung on. The feelings built up, his penis began to leak in his palm, warm, velvety fluid and he was almost there when he felt Cody's upper body fall onto his back.
The kid was hunching up into Joe's ass, holding his upper body in a death grip and fucking him like a dog would fuck a bitch in heat. Primal. Primordial. He could hear the kid panting in his ear, the moist breath invading that hole, too, and then Cody was nibbling at him, gently nibbling at that same ear. When the kid's tongue darted inside, Joe lost it. For a split second he lost consciousness, and when he came back he was ejaculating hard onto the bed below, his fingers wrapped tightly around his spasming cock, and the kid was pressed up tight against his buttocks and grunting as he, too, ejaculated.
It was the most intense, the most powerful sexual experience of Joe's life. He was simply gone. Some far off heaven, banks of fluffy clouds, a deep, dark sea, all were inside of him, welling up and filling his heart and mind. All memory, all his sadness and his neuroses somewhere far, far away, left behind, and for a few blissed out seconds he was untouchable.
After what seemed like a long time, Cody dismounted and flopped onto his back on the bed. He was still panting a little, and there was perspiration at his temples. Joe allowed his own body to collapse next to him, and he just watched the kid breath for a while, watched his chest rise and fall. The kid moved himself up so that he was comfortable, and pushed a pillow under his head. Within moments, he was asleep.
Joe turned off the lights and then nestled up beside Cody and pulled the blankets over them. He was normally a light sleeper. Normally it took him a while to go under. He had difficulty turning his mind off when it was time for bed. But not that night, or that evening, or whatever it was, no, not that time. Joe, like Cody before him, was asleep in moments, his body pressed tight against the sleeping kid.