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Chapter 2
It almost didn't happen, the second time. Joe wasn't sure he wanted it to happen. In fact, he was pretty certain that he didn't want it. After a good night's sleep Joe dismissed the incident with the kid as exploration, something that only occurred because of loneliness on his part and hormones on the kid's part. A strange fluke, never to be repeated.
Around noon that day, Joe heard the knocking again, expected it was the kid looking for beer or an easy place to dump a load, or probably both. Joe didn't answer. He had a Zoom conference for work at one, and that left little time to clean himself up and eat lunch. Besides, the kid could find someone else to satisfy his needs. Maybe a female, or a man that was actually gay, if that's what he wanted. Or maybe not, because of the current state of things, the social distancing and all, but that was the kid's problem.
The conference went well. Joe felt sharper than usual, and he felt he made a good impression with his boss and coworkers. That would come in handy, make it easier when things reopened, when it was time to go back to the office. He was still on the ball, that was the main thing. He continued to work through the day, right up to five o'clock, and then it was time to get his mail.
It was unavoidable. Mail from the office or from his divorce attorneys had to be checked for every day. Joe opened the door to his apartment after putting on his nitrile gloves, peaked his head out. No one was around. He went down some stairs (he lived on the second floor) and made it to his mailbox without seeing anyone. It was a wasted trip because there was no mail, but Joe was thankful he hadn't run into the kid when he made it back to his apartment.
Thankful, but there was something else, something akin to disappointment. It wasn't that he wanted to have sex with the kid again, Joe told himself. It was just that it had been nice to have company, nice to have a friendly face around, even for just a little while. For a moment, he considered knocking on the kid's door, but that would probably give him the wrong idea.
Joe went back inside and prepared his supper. Meatloaf and baked potatoes, things his mother made but his wife hated. It was rather nice to be able to make exactly what he wanted, but he wished he could share the meal and the tradition behind it with his kids. He was pulling the foil wrapped potatoes out of the oven when the knocks came again, so loud and fast that they startled him into dropping two of the hot spuds onto the ground.
There was no doubt in his mind that is was the kid. No reason to even use the peephole. But Joe was curious, and anyway, it would do no harm to look. He peered through. He saw the kid, saw his dark, intent eyes even through the warped bit of glass, and he opened the door, almost against his own will.
"Got any beer?" the kid said.
Joe laughed, and it hurt a little. He hadn't laughed in a long time. The kid was smiling. He looked more tan than ever in his pale blue t-shirt.
"Can I come in?" the kid asked.
"Sure," Joe said. "How about some dinner? Meatloaf and potatoes."
"Meatloaf?"
The kid looked and sounded uncertain.
"Comfort food," Joe offered.
"Guess I wouldn't mind trying it," the kid said.
"You're in for a treat."
Joe set the kitchen counter for two, served up plenty of 'loaf and taters for both of them. The kid looked suspiciously at the extended ground beef concoction, but once he tried it, he wolfed it down quick, and a sour cream laden potato, too. Joe was no dainty eater himself, and their plates were soon clean. Joe hurried them off to the sink, and the kid went to refrigerator and got himself a beer. He went back to the couch like the day before, and that's when Joe started to feel funny.
"About yesterday," he said.
The kid didn't say anything, just kept his eyes on Joe, which made it difficult for him to continue.
"Look, man," Joe said. "I'm not gay. I don't know why that happened."
"Did you like it?" the kid said.
"It was weird. I don't know what to think."
"But you don't want to do it again."
Joe was about to say no, but then he looked at the kid's eyes again, and he couldn't make the thought into words.
"Well?" the kid said.
"I guess I liked being close to someone," Joe said. "It's just strange with another guy. Hey, what's your name, anyway? How old are you?"
The kid chuckled.
"I"m nineteen. Not jail bait."
"Okay," Joe said.
"My name is Cody."
"Well I'm Joe."
He went over and shook the kid's hand, felt a little thrill that he couldn't explain when they touched. The kid was looking into his eyes again, looking hard.
"I want to fuck you," Cody said.
"Oh my God," Joe said.
He couldn't break the hold Cody's eyes had on him, couldn't break his eyes away. The moment felt heavy, poised. Cody got up, pulled off his long shorts, pulled off his underwear. His penis stood almost straight up, almost parallel to his body even in the standing position. Joe's eyes moved down to it, stared at its youthful, boundless excitement. His own penis stirred, rushed to catch up. The kid stood next to him, guided Joe's hand down to his twitching organ.
Firm as steel, soft as silk. Joe's hand moved over it gently, stroking. The kid's voice grew husky.
"Get naked," he said.
It wasn't an order, not exactly, but Joe found himself wanting to obey that deep voice. He released Cody's penis, fiddled with his belt and then the button and zipper to his pants. When they were halfway down his thighs, the kid came over and pushed down his underpants until they met up with the pooling slacks, and then Joe pulled it all down and off. His own erection didn't stand as tall and proud as Cody's, but it was pretty damn stiff.
"Nice," Cody said.
He made no effort to touch Joe the way he'd just been touched, but he looked everything over closely.
"I'm fat," Joe said.
"You got some meat on your bones. Turn around."
Joe didn't want to. His ass was big, had grown fat with the years of marriage and complacency. He didn't like to think of his ass. But Cody walked behind him, and there was no help for it. The kid was back there for a long time.
"You have a nice butt," Cody said.
"Too fat," Joe said.
"Perfect," Cody said. "Plenty of cushion."
"Will it hurt?" Joe said.
"Yes. A lot. Do you got any lube?"
There was no answer, but Cody didn't seem deterred in the slightest. Joe felt the kid's hands on his buttocks, eagerly exploring, roughly pulling apart. He shivered when the kid touched his anus.
"It's okay, baby. Just relax."
Baby? Joe's cock went instantly stiffer. He had no idea why. There were fingers at his opening, rubbing, caressing, prying. A moment later there was wetness down there, and then discomfort. One of the kid's fingers was pushing into him.
It hurt. Cody hadn't been kidding. But it wasn't too bad, not really. The wetness, the feeling of something going in instead of something coming out was just strange.
"We need lube," Cody said. "KY, Vaseline, lotion. We need something."
The finger was going in and out of him. Joe couldn't really concentrate.
"I think there's Vaseline in the medicine cabinet," he finally said.
In an instant, the finger was removed and Cody was hurrying to the bathroom. When he came back, he was already greased up.
"Bend over, baby," he said. "Brace yourself against the wall."
Joe was suddenly terrified. What was he doing? What on earth was he doing? He didn't understand, couldn't comprehend, but somehow he did what Cody wanted him to do. He bent over at the waist, put his arms out, then had to move backwards to brace his weight against the wall properly. He felt Cody's hands on his rear again, caressing, kneading. Grease was smeared on his anus, quite a lot of it, if the feeling was accurate, and then a finger was forced inside of him. It hurt, especially because the finger wasn't still but sawed in and out at a fast pace.
More pain, and probably another finger inside, the two of them turning and twisting. Emptiness, and then something steel hard, something larger than a finger, pushing against his entrance. The Vaseline was slick, powerfully slick, and it was but a moment before Cody's penis broke through and soared up inside of him.
He screamed. He tried to wiggle away, but Cody had his hips in an iron grip.
"It's okay, baby," the kid said. "It'll get better."
"Please," Joe pleaded.
"Just wait it out."
The pain was excruciating. Joe felt like he'd been ripped open, and the shocked muscles of his rectum convulsed around the invading penis. Cody held him steady. Gradually, the intense pain and convulsions subsided a little, but there was still a lot of hurt in Joe's butt hole. It still felt like there was a branding iron inside of him.
"Feeling better?" Cody said.
"A little," Joe whimpered.
And then the kid started to move inside of him, started to thrust up into his butt. It was a different feeling, but still painful. At least there were moments of relief when Cody drew back between thrusts, but when he shoved in again it knocked Joe's breath right out of him. The thrusts started coming faster and harder, and it was clear that Cody's passion was on the rise, because things kept building up.
Joe was wishing for it to be over, was wishing that it had never started, but he couldn't quite bring himself to tell Cody to stop. Despite the pain, despite the fear, Joe would let Cody stay on him for as long as the ride lasted, but oh boy, was it a rough one. There were moments when Joe felt he couldn't hold his screams inside, but somehow he managed, even as Cody rode him ever harder.
The kid's loins were slapping hard against Joe's ass, and the stiff penis speared into him at an alarming pace. A moment of respite came when Cody released his tight grip on Joe's hips, but then the kid's hands went to his shoulders, pulling his upper body backward and forcing him to arch his back.
"That's it, baby," Cody growled. "Lift that ass up a little for me. Let me get in deep."
Joe tried. He had no idea why, but he tried to lift his butt up a little, as Cody asked. It must have worked, because a moment later the pain rose up, along with the speed and violence of Cody's thrusts. The kid was really nailing him, and thank God for his hands gripping the wall, because otherwise he would have fallen over. And thank God he'd moved back from the wall a little before Cody mounted him, because otherwise his head would have bashed against it a thousand times.
The fierce thrusts came to a crescendo, came to a place where Joe could not have withstood them if they'd been any faster or any harder, but Cody held steady at this almost unbearable pace for quite a while, and then finally went past the boundaries, forcing his penis so brutally into Joe's ass that the larger man was literally lifted off the ground each time Cody slammed home.
Pain, searing pain, but then, unexpectedly, a few brief twinges in his genitals, which had felt completely numb since Cody started in on his ass. The feeling subsided quickly, replaced again by numbness and the furious sensations in his butt, and Dear Lord, Joe couldn't take any more, the kid was so rough, so out of control, and then the kid's grip bit into his shoulders and the kid's penis jabbed way up inside of him and he felt his buttocks quaking under the violence, and then the kid froze.
Short gasps, short, rapid gasps from Cody, under his breath but somehow tender. The iron grip digging in, the kid's loins pressed firmly against his buttocks, and Joe knew without a doubt the kid was blowing his load way up inside of him.
"Whew," the kid said, after some time had passed. "That was good."
Joe could feel the penis slipping out, could feel his anus released from its impalement. It felt good. The cool air that rushed up into the empty space felt good, too. Cody went over to the couch and sat down. He was breathing heavily still after his tremendous exertions. When Joe moved he felt pain, especially when he took a couple of steps, and there was an uncomfortable wetness, a slimy squishiness to his spent hole. He thought he might squeak down there if he walked too quickly.
But walk he did, and he reached Cody and sat down next to him on the couch. It was awkward. He didn't know what to say. Thanks for tearing up my ass? Thanks for pulverizing my butt hole? Thanks for making me feel like a woman?
The kid didn't say anything, either. After a while, he got up and dressed. Before he left, he went to the refrigerator and took a couple of beers out, then left with them.
Why did he have to be so rough? Joe didn't understand. It seemed unnecessary. The kid was nice, but was he really? Joe knew next to nothing about him. Joe thought that maybe he didn't want to know more.
When he stood up, there was a little puddle that had seeped out of him and onto the ragged old couch. The smell alone would have alerted him, because the kid's seed that had leaked from inside of him was pungent and even stronger in scent than the seed that had gone in Joe's mouth the previous day. It was strange. Joe wondered how long he would leak.
It was a little later when Joe discovered more seed, caked on the carpet a bit out from the wall, beneath where Cody had fucked him. All over, really. It was astonishing how much the kid produced. The stuff on the carpet must have gushed out of his ass after the kid withdrew his penis, but the kid's load was still leaking out of his butt, too. Joe felt like an overused blow up doll, seeded and stretched, but most of all, a little deflated.
Whatever he'd thought about himself before, whatever he'd thought he'd known, lay caked below on the carpet with the kid's seed, lay like the slick stain at the back of his underpants. It was a new world for him, a scary one, and there was no going back to the old one. That option had never existed and he knew it at last. His ass hurt like hell and he was unsure of what to do about it, unsure of a lot of things, but he'd get there. The reaming was a wake up call, Joe told himself. He was ready to move forward.