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Chapter 4
Some time in the early morning, when it was still dark out, Joe was awakened by the feeling of eager hands rubbing over his bottom. He was disoriented for a few moments, but the hands felt good on his flesh, and he made no effort to stop them. Nor did he protest when Cody pushed him over onto his stomach. The kid got on top of him, guided Joe's legs apart, and then entered him in one smooth motion.
There was no pain this time to jolt Joe into sharp consciousness. He was hovering somewhere in between being awake and being half asleep. Cody fucked him more gently than ever before, perhaps because he wasn't fully awake either. Just a slow, grinding rhythm, a hard penis being pushed again and again inside of him, the bed squeaking at a steady but not manic pace. It felt very natural. It felt just right.
Joe slowly became aware of his own penis. It felt tingly and he knew it was probably hard, but it wasn't important that he had another orgasm. He was a vessel for Cody's more urgent need, a place where Cody's young body could satisfy itself, and that was reward enough. But as Cody started to get into it, as the bed started to really rock and roll, Joe could feel the tension building and knew that he would cum after all. He thrust his penis gently against the mattress as Cody pounded into him and it was but moments before he erupted.
Cody wasn't far behind. He plunged vigorously, mercilessly into Joe's clenching anus, and spent himself just as Joe finished ejaculating. Joe could hear the kid gasping faintly in his ear, could feel his body go tense as he delivered his load. And then just as quickly as it began, it was over again. The kid flopped off of him and was snoring within a minute. Joe, sticky all over, would normally have been concerned about the mess, but he felt too good, too comfortable to bother. It wasn't long before he, too, was snoring.
When Joe awoke again, in the bright sunlight of late morning, the kid was gone. Not entirely gone, though. His scent lingered. On the sheets and blankets, on Joe's very body. The stains he left behind were everywhere. Joe inspected his bed and was shocked by the amount of fluid that had been spilled. All of it came from him, either through his orgasms or Cody's, which had leaked out of him in the dark while he was sleeping. The whole room reeked of sex.
He dressed and had his morning coffee, then decided on a light breakfast, but when he took out the cereal he realized there wasn't enough of it left for a proper bowl. Joe decided to hit the grocery store, but when he got to his car, he decided to walk instead. It was a fine morning, sunny, clear, and Joe just felt the need to get some exercise. And as he walked, he realized even that wasn't enough. He wanted to feel his blood racing in his veins. He wanted his body to feel as alive as his mind. So he ran.
Just a few blocks, the first time, and then he felt a stitch in his side and his breathing became too labored. He stopped, caught his breath, noticed that there were very few cars or people about, and then he sprinted out again, all the way to the grocery store, which was two more miles. He felt worn but invigorated, and stopped to catch his breath before slipping on his mask and gloves. It was a simple trip. Joe didn't want to be loaded down with groceries on the walk back. He got cereal and milk, picked up some fresh broccoli and salad greens. But there was something else. Something for Cody.
A couple of things, really. The first was no problem. Joe was running low on beer, and he wanted more. The idea that he could get in trouble for letting Cody drink his beer had entered his mind more than once, but the kid never went too far. Joe had never seen him drink more than two, and it was quite apparent that Cody was no novice to drinking, anyway. What could it hurt? Especially in such a troubled time?
Joe slung a rack into his cart, then headed to the feminine hygiene section. In his younger years he might have been embarrassed, but marriage had changed all that. Tampons, maxi pads, Pamprin, even the odd douche, Joe had brought them all home to his wife on more than a few occasions. So it was no big deal. He searched around a bit, looked to see if anyone was close by, and then snatched up the largest tube of KY jelly he could find. His wife had used that, too, and now Joe knew why.
He was tired of trying to wash greasy Vaseline out of his ass. The stuff seemed to linger forever, and it just wasn't clean after a while. It got dirty and smelly and sticky, and it bled into the fabric of his underpants. KY jelly, he thought, would be a big improvement, and he knew from experience that it felt good on a guy's dick and worked well in softening friction during sex. When he went to the checker, he was, for once, relieved to be wearing a mask. KY jelly was an every day, household item, but Joe imagined what the checker would think if she knew that it was not for a sweet wife waiting at home but for him, to slick the attentions of an overly amorous young man who was less than half his age. He imagined that she would be shocked if she'd known. He imagined that most people would be.
So he was relieved when he was out of the store, relieved when he could pull the suffocating mask off his face. He carried the beer in one hand and the rest of his groceries, in a bag, with the other. As he walked, the idea of testing out the KY with Cody started to arouse him. A very stiff boner formed in his undershorts. He thought he would finally screw up the courage to knock on Cody's door for once when he got back. But when he did arrive home he found the kid otherwise occupied. He was skateboarding in the parking lot, and he was not alone, for there was another kid that looked just his age skateboarding with him.
They did all sorts of tricks on their skateboards, things that looked impressive until you looked at the unchanged expressions on their faces, and realized that to them it was nothing special. There was a little stairway that led from the parking lot to the sidewalk below. Both boys flew off of it over and over again, sometimes crouched down and holding the board in place until they landed, sometimes just gliding in rickety fashion down the stairs themselves. Cody had a way of pulling up his skateboard, flipping it over, then landing on it again without ever stopping. It looked fun, and though both kids were silent, their boards created quite a racket. Joe was surprised the neighbors hadn't complained and stopped them yet.
The next time Cody rode by, Joe raised his arm up and waved to him. The kid walked over, but he did so reluctantly, it seemed to Joe. A doubt was nagging at his mind, a fear, but Joe did his best to hide it.
"Looks like you're having fun," Joe said, unable to think of something more original in the moment.
"Yeah," Cody said.
"Who's your friend?"
"Oh, that's Jared. He's staying with me for a few days."
"Known him long?" Joe said, masking his feelings as best he could.
Jealousy was overtaking him. Whether justified or not, Joe could not control the creeping feeling.
"Since high school. Before that, last year of middle school."
"I see," Joe said.
Just then, Jared darted off down the street on his skateboard.
"Gotta go," Cody said.
He went after the other kid, his young friend, and was gone. Joe felt defeated, and he knew it was pathetic, because for Cody and that other kid there had been no battle at all.
Up in Joe's apartment, he stewed. He couldn't get the idea that Cody was fucking that other kid, that Jared, out of his head, and it really hurt. He wanted Cody to himself, had planned on asking him over for dinner again, and now he felt empty and dejected. He told himself that he had no right to be, that Cody was allowed to have other friends, sexual or otherwise, but it didn't help. It also didn't help that Jared was so much like Cody himself, young, thin, athletic and beautiful.
Yes, he was beautiful. Joe had watched him closely out of the corner of his eye. He was like Cody but blonde. Both seemed so unaffected, so natural. It was like there was this unseen force between them. Maybe it was the spirit of youth. Maybe it was something much deeper. Joe didn't know, but he knew he couldn't compete with it. Why was Cody so important to him now? Why did his heart flutter every time he thought of the young man? It was ridiculous.
The groceries were put away, and Joe fit as much of the beer into his refrigerator as would go. Then he moped around for a while, feeling angry and sorry for himself in turns. It got to be too much. Nothing seemed to take away the feelings, even when he tried to force his attention onto other matters. He felt stuck, with no outlet and no hope. But gradually he started feeling not better, no, but some resolve. He locked his apartment and went back out into the world.
Cody and Jared were nowhere to be found, and that was good. Joe just started walking again, with no particular destination in mind. He wanted to return to the feeling of peace that he'd felt that morning before he saw Cody with the other kid. But walking wasn't doing it, so Joe decided to run. Through the neighborhood he went, then beyond, heading again for the older areas of town, the areas that still had some charm.
Little houses, and big ones too, some almost mansions. Some well kept, some in a state of disrepair, waiting for love. Fanciful Victorian concoctions, and more than a few Tudors, which were always smaller. His favorites, though, were the old Craftsman style homes. They just had an architectural soundness about them, a rightness, with just enough features to keep them interesting. His own house, or his former house, was a newer ranch style. It had a practical layout, and there were no stairs, which pleased Sara, but the place had never felt like anything special to Joe. No, he liked the Craftsmans, and soon enough he realized that there was a reason why he was running in the old neighborhoods, why he was thinking so deeply about houses.
He wanted one. He wanted his own place where he could entertain, a place with enough rooms so that both of his kids would have a bedroom of their own when they stayed with him. A place he could work on and be proud of, and a place, in his heart of hearts, where there was enough room for Cody, too. It was crazy. It was really fucking nuts. But already after a mere week or so of knowing the kid he wanted to keep him forever.
It was a pipe dream. Joe knew that. He also knew he might feel differently in a very short time. Cody came into his life during a rough patch. Divorce. Pandemic. Two things he hoped never to experience again. Cody, it seemed to him, was the only thing that had really gotten him through, the light at the end of the tunnel. It wasn't a bad thing to have a dream, Joe told himself, but it all happened in a whirlwind, and the fire of his passion might be snuffed out just as easily as it ignited. Which was why it was important to enjoy the situation with Cody for as long as it lasted. Which was why the blonde kid's presence was such an unfortunate and ill-timed obstacle.
Jared wouldn't be going away, not for a few days, whatever that meant. There was nothing Joe could do about it. Although he felt angry and needy, Joe decided that his best course of action was to leave the boys alone and hope that Cody resumed knocking on his door when Jared was gone. In the meantime, he knew he would feel wretched. Jealousy was strange to him, but it had flared up strong with very little real fuel for the fire. His feelings were intense. He was embarrassed by them, but that did nothing to quell the impulses raging inside. If he wasn't careful, he knew he would lose control, and if he did that he would lose Cody forever.
He chose to play it cool. He wouldn't let his inner turmoil become apparent to Cody or Jared. He'd just go on with life and let the cards fall where they would. Resolved, steeled against potential heartache, potential pain, Joe ran back. It was reassuring that his body had so quickly adapted to vigorous activity in so short a period of time. Joe hadn't run in years, yet no one who saw him racing down the empty streets would know it. There was a time in his life, before his marriage and during it too, in the early years, when he had run as a matter of habit. It kept extra weight at bay, and it kept his mind and body feeling sharp.
For years, he'd blamed the kids. He told himself that he couldn't run because all of his free time was taken up by their needs. Feeding, changing, bathing, waking up several times a night to comfort them and get them back to sleep. Probably a valid excuse, at first, but when they got a little older and started to take care of themselves? No, it wasn't their fault. He could have resumed his healthier habits, he should have, but by then the crushing weight of responsibility sank him. Responsibility was real, financial and otherwise, but he should never have let that stop him. He should have valued his health and his individuality more than that, and because he hadn't, the whole family had suffered.
But no more. It was a clean slate. The past was done, and the time was ripe for creating something new. Joe passed a house he really liked, and stopped in front of it. It was a deep red Craftsman with a big porch up front, framed by large, square cut pillars, and it had a nice front yard. It might have had a nice back yard too, but it was difficult to say for sure because of the overgrown greenery on the sides of the house. It had a small stairway that led down to a little concrete landing, and from there the stairs led down to the public sidewalk. He took down the address, in case there was more information about it online, and then resumed his run.
He was sweating and sweltering under the heat of the warm spring day when he returned. He passed one of his neighbors as he checked his mail, forgetting that it was Sunday, and waved to her, an older woman with a short, curly white hairdo. She waved back, went about her business, and Joe headed upstairs to his apartment. He thought he might order something from delivery later on, since he didn't feel like cooking, but his first order of business was to take a much needed shower.
The pungent stench of his armpits accosted him as he stripped off, and he was happy to step into the lukewarm shower. He lifted up his arms, one by one, so the water could reach each pit, but that did nothing but increase the smell. He needed soap. A good, new bar of it, not the meek remnants on the shower shelf. So he exited again, dripping water everywhere, got the soap and struggled to open the package with wet, slippery hands. It took him a while to get back under the water, and he had to adjust the heat up so that he'd be comfortable. Then he started to soap.
His pits first, deeply scrubbing, rinsing, then scrubbing again, a rich lather each time. He worked up a froth of soap in his hands, reached beneath him and got his balls good, and the moist areas between his balls and each leg. Then under the balls, that unnamed area of the male anatomy, and then further down and into the anus. Joe soaped up real good there, teasing the soft opening, getting a little soap inside, wincing at the slight but sudden pain. Upright again, and attacking his ass crack from another angle, getting the upper part of it, thoroughly cleansing himself of the thin layer of old Vaseline.
Suds flowed deliciously down his body as he rinsed, and then he went for his back with his loofah sponge, and then his chest, belly, and legs, with just soap and his hands. Finally, his face, again a rich later, massaged over everything, his eyes shut tight in a squint until he could rinse off. He set the soap aside, grabbed his bottle of shampoo, and had just squeezed a glob into his palm when he heard pounding at the door to his apartment.
Joe froze. For a long moment, he didn't know what to do. The idea suddenly came to him that Cody had slipped away from his friend, that Cody was hoping for a quicky with Joe that would leave Jared none the wiser. He hopped out of the shower so fast that he slipped and almost fell over onto the white linoleum floor. Quickly, he passed a towel over his face, and then wrapped it around his waist. He hurried to the door and threw it open, and in walked Cody, but he was not alone, oh no, he was with Jared, and the blonde boy walked in right behind him.
"Hey, pops," Cody said.
Red-faced with embarrassment, Joe could think of no witty reply. He couldn't think of any reply at all. He was stunned when Cody walked up to him, wrapped his arms around him and started squeezing his ass through the towel. It came loose. It dropped to the floor. Joe was naked before the two kids, one a complete stranger, and he was mortified. Never in his life had something like that happened. The kid kept kneading his ass, and the other kid just stood there watching.
"I should go," Jared said.
"Nope," Cody said. "Come here."
Hesitantly, the blonde kid moved up to them. When he was close, very close, Cody did something that astonished Joe. He leaned in and kissed Jared, and it was no little peck, but a deep, extended kiss right on the lips. Then he broke away and started in on Joe's lips. Pressing, moving his mouth over Joe's mouth, piercing it with the tip of his tongue, gently exploring and then, soon, aggressively exploring.
It was like when Cody stuck his tongue in Joe's ear, the day before. It had the same effect. Joe's mind went blank and his cock burgeoned rapidly into a strong erection. Cody had never kissed him, and until then, Joe hadn't been sure that he wanted to be kissed by another male. He thought it might be too much. He thought it might be awkward. But it was was the opposite of awkward. It was the thing that had been missing, the thing that Joe hadn't known he'd craved.
He started to respond. Their tongues struggled against each other, swirled around each other. Joe licked Cody's teeth and greedily explored the depths of his mouth. They developed a rhythm, a synchronicity. Cody's tongue would dart out, scour the insides of Joe's mouth, and then it would be Joe's turn. It was like he was pulling Cody into himself, really tasting him for the first time. And then Cody pulled away and did the same things to Jared. And then, quite suddenly, Jared's lips were the ones Joe was exploring, and Cody's lips were pushing against them both, demanding attention.
Joe kissed Cody again, but the kid broke off contact after a few moments, and guided Joe to his bedroom. All three of them fell onto the bed. The kissing resumed, and then came the touching: Joe's hand at Cody's crotch, feeling up his stiff penis through his board shorts, Jared's hand lightly caressing Joe's erection, giving it the attention that Cody never had, and Cody's hands, one on each butt, tickling Joe's hole, groping Jared's cheeks, a triumvirate of writhing bodies and snaking limbs and excited cocks at full mast.
There was no time to consider. There was no time to think. Joe felt himself being pulled up onto his hands and knees, felt Cody behind him thrusting his penis into the valley between his buttocks, dry humping him like a desperate dog. He heard Cody spit. He felt Cody's wet penis soar into his anus. He arched his back, raising his buttocks up in anticipation of the rough assault that he knew would come, but there was the blonde kid to think of, too. What about him?
He was kneeling in front of Joe, eyes focused downward and regarding him. His eyes were blue. Not the pure, azure color of summer skies, but cloudier, deeper, giving his expression an air of mystery. Joe looked away. The eyes were too much. He focused on the blonde kid's crotch, on the outline of his erection in the board shorts. Tentatively, he reached out his hand. Tentatively, he started to unbutton. Jared wore no underwear, and it was easy for Joe to pull out his penis. Easy, but quite a surprise when it was fully revealed.
It was large. Joe was no expert, but he knew it was big. Bigger than his own. Bigger than Cody's. It wasn't so much that it was longer, although it was, but it was the thickness that got to Joe. His fingers couldn't meet when he wrapped them around it. He had to open very wide when he took it in his mouth, and he had to be very careful about his teeth. Fortunately, Jared did not attempt to thrust and did not attempt to breach his throat. Joe didn't think he could have dealt with that. He surely would have gagged, and he probably would have suffocated.
No, Jared allowed him to do the work. It was mostly in the neck, the motions used to suck a cock, but Joe used his tongue and this inside parts of his mouth as best he could. The blonde kid was soon grunting, and Joe felt pleased with himself. But as the action at his backside heated up, as Cody got aggressive with his rear end, he found it more difficult to focus on pleasuring Jared's penis. It was like his mind was torn into two pieces, one part focusing on sucking cock and one part on the feelings of taking it roughly up his ass. He couldn't bring the two parts together. His sucking was halting, stop and start, and he wasn't able to experience the sensations in his rectum with the same intensity as before.
As if reading his mind, Jared took Joe's head into his hands and started to thrust. Past the lips, over the pebbly tongue and deep into the mouth, but not beyond it. Jared seemed to be able to control the length and severity of his thrusts in a way that Cody couldn't. Or perhaps it was that Cody simply refused to restrain himself in a similar manner. It didn't matter. It took the burden off of Joe and freed his conflicted mind.
It was like he was outside of himself, as if he was peering into an all-seeing mirror. He could see Cody's young, slender body pumping into him, could see his small buttocks clench and unclench as he fed Joe's rear end, and he could see Jared pumping into him from the other end, feeding his mouth. They were like pistons. They were like angelic machines. His heavier body was immobile between them, steady against their rising passions. He closed his eyes and let the euphoria take him. It felt like they were thrusting him up into the heavenly clouds. He was aware of nothing but sensation, nothing but the wisps of fog that seemed to embrace him, most of all his heart, light as a feather and beating to the rhythm of their youthful administrations.
A light pulsed inside of him. He was cumming. There had been no build up, no warning. Nothing touched him there, but it felt like he was surrounded by tendrils of cool mist, like he was being caressed. A soft orgasm. A gentle orgasm, into the ether. And then he came down with a bump.
Cody was nailing his hole, really nailing it. Balls out nailing it. The sound of the kid's loins slapping against his plump ass filled the room. The blonde boy was moaning as he fucked Joe's mouth, and Cody was pounding away like a mad man. Joe's gentle, subsiding orgasm erupted anew, hard, tight jets squirting into the air below, splatting audibly against the soiled mattress.
"Get that nut," Cody growled.
If Jared hadn't been there to hold him in place with his cock, Joe would have been scooted forward by Cody's violence. His face would probably be plastered against the headboard, banging into it with each new power thrust. This earthly thought made Joe cum even harder. The kid was turning his ass into a lake of fire, his hole into a scorching chili ring. He didn't know why it should burn so much when it never had before. But relief was in sight. Cody's noises, his little breathy gasps, were unmistakable. He slammed home a final time and then froze, the bed still reverberating for a while despite the sudden lack of activity. As always, Cody held Joe still as he unleashed his load. It was like his cock was locked inside of Joe's ass and he could only disengage when his balls were empty.
Jared pulled his penis free and stroked it frantically. He gasped when he was close, then pointed the tip of his penis at Joe's open mouth. A great gout of semen blasted against Joe's tongue, and then he shot his neck forward and engulfed the thick, ejaculating erection. A loud, guttural moan erupted from the blonde kid's throat, but he held steady and allowed Joe to take all that he wanted, which was everything. And Cody wasn't through with him, either. He was being filled at both ends with potent teenage seed, two spurting fountains of youth, and if the world harbored an elixir of life, it was surely that.
When Jared pulled out, he took the blonde's sweet offering down in one huge gulp. Cody dismounted moments later, and flopped down on the bed up near Jared, both kids resting their backs against the headboard. Joe looked up at them with a hazy smile, then flopped onto his back between them. His hole hurt, but his mind was at ease. A feeling of well-being, of contentment, flowed through his body. He tingled all over, but especially in his crotch, in his balls. There were so many things he wanted to think about, so many questions he wanted to ask, but he just couldn't form the thoughts or the words because he was so deeply relaxed.
The room was silent. His eyelids grew heavy, and slowly descended. He could hear both boys breathing, deep, settled breaths, calming in their regularity. He meant to only rest his eyes, meant to invite Cody and Jared to dinner, but the thought never made it past the fog in his mind, and he was soon asleep.