How the Coronavirus Jump-Started my Sex Life - 20. Chapter 20

Thursday

The next morning, Alan and I had our usual quick blow job in the shower and breakfast at the Food Center before returning to our rooms to study separately until lunchtime. Alan had volunteered to call Brandi to tell her we want the loft and to make arrangements for getting the deposit to her and to set up our move-in date.

Back in my room, I looked around to estimate how much effort it would take to pack up my stuff for the move. I judged that two hours would be sufficient, although I realized I didn’t have enough boxes to pull it together. Note to self: Could Brandi provide boxes from her store?

I spent almost two hours working on my term paper for my English Lit class and felt that was a good accomplishment. So far, I had heard nothing about how the classes would be handled after Spring Break so figured I should just go forward with what I already knew about. A few minutes before 11, I dashed down to the restroom to relieve myself before my Zoom call with Bert.

It really was great to see Bert and we thoroughly enjoyed the 40-minutes until Zoom summarily cut the signals. He looked a bit tired and said he had been having trouble sleeping with all the uncertainty about classes and such. He definitely was not happy about being forced to live at home again.

“I’m already going crazy being cooped up here with the family every moment of every day. So far, we’re all getting along okay, but I have a feeling at some point we’ll just all explode like an atomic bomb.”

“God, I hope not!”

I told him about the loft and our move in just over a week. He was very jealous, but tried to be philosophical about it. He said it would be a great place for a huge party once the lockdown is lifted. We laughed in anticipation of a night of normalcy filled with friends and fun.

“I’m really jealous that you’re spending so much time with Alan while I’m stuck on the hill. It just doesn’t seem fair.”

“It isn’t, Bert. Nothing about this damned pandemic is fair. I actually am glad that I couldn’t go home as I would rather be living above a slut shop that cooped up at home with the rents and sibs.”

He laughed. “And with Alan, don’t forget. He’s okay?”

“Yeah. He’s actually a really good person once you get to know him.”

“What’s he like?”

A bell rang in my head. Be careful what you say here, Cal!

“Uhm. Well, at first, he seemed a little like he thought he was better than me, but the more time we spend together the less I get that vibe from him. He’s more assertive than I am, so I tend to let him decide what we will do but he’s open to suggestions so it’s okay.”

“Does he have any friends?”

“Yeah, sure.” Well, does he? “At least, I think so. Of course, I haven’t met any.”

“Does he have a girl-friend who could set us up with her friends?”

Ugh! I thought. I chuckled. “He talked about dating early in the year, but I don’t think he’s currently involved. At least, he hasn’t talked about a girl and isn’t communicating with one at the moment, as far as I can tell.”

“Damn.”

I told Bert about the planned trip to Las Cruces to pick up stuff for the loft and he said that sounded like a good trip. “I’d love to go anywhere right now. Of course, I’d have to get special permission from the warden and I don’t think that’s going to happen anytime soon.”

“Won’t you be coming here to get your stuff?”

“I guess, but I haven’t heard anything about that specifically. Have you?”

“No. Alan and I were wondering how they would do that. According to the chick at the Housing Office, the dorms will close a week from Saturday at 5 p.m., so I assume they’ll be letting everyone know how to get their stuff. I mean, they can’t just keep it.”

“No. Not my Spiderman collection!”

I laughed. “No, I’m sure they don’t want those dolls or old comic books laying around here.”

“Hey, have a little respect,” he whined.

We decided to talk again on Tuesday and Bert was telling me about a hike he and his dad were planning for Saturday when the Zoom call timed out.

Over lunch, Alan told me Brandi asked for us to pay the deposit of $1200 plus $350 for the remainder of March. That is all due the day we move in. That sounded pretty easy. He had also called Public Service of New Mexico to get the electricity put into his name and the City of Albuquerque to get water and sewer going. He said he left the gas company for me along with internet and cable.

We decided to study for a while and then meet at about 3 for a serious workout. By the time I saved my term paper draft it was over half complete, which felt like a big accomplishment.

We worked out in the basement for almost an hour and 45 minutes and I felt that great endorphin-laden form of exhaustion when we finally went back upstairs to shower. Alan suggested I might like to “douche” before we showered and asked me to call him when I was ready to shower.

Once I’d completed my preparations and called him, he promptly came to the shower room. For a few minutes we each stood under adjacent streams of hot water to relax our muscles.

“It’s great not having to share the hot water with anyone else, isn’t it?” he asked with a smirk.

I chuckled. “Yeah, we could probably go all night without running out of hot water.”

“Probably could, but I have some better things in mind.”

Ooooh. I liked the sound of that.

Alan reached out to hand me a squeeze bottle of Axe Body Wash for Men. I washed his back, his torso, his legs, his butt, and his cock, the Axe aroma filling the space near us. Then he returned those favors, ending with a 4-finger spread of my sphincter which gave me a rapid heartbeat and a big hard-on. When he released me, he spun me around, looked me in the eyes, and pushed down on my shoulders. I dropped to my haunches and took his beautiful cock into my mouth. Immediately, I discovered the taste of Axe body wash but soon could taste the faint hint of his special flavor. I knew that meant I was getting some precum which made me happy! He held the back of my neck and pumped into my throat several times. I tried not to gag and had some success. Of course, he loved the squeeze my throat gave his rod when I would gag.

After a couple of minutes, he pulled me to my feet and turned me into the wall. That’s when he pulled a condom wrapper off the bottom of the Axe bottle, tore it open, and slipped it onto his woody. He squirted a bit of Axe on his cock and moved in behind me. When I felt his erection against my anus, I gasped with anticipated pleasure. As he pushed forward into me, I pushed backwards onto him. He’d prepared me well so that my sphincter welcomed him as much as I did. Oh, fuck, it felt good!

For about 5 minutes he pumped me, holding my pecs in his hands as his pelvis pounded my glutes. I began to lose conscious thought as my body responded to his powerful thrusting. He dropped his hands to my belly and leaned into my back. Holding me still at the waist, he rammed me with abandon churning my insides as we climbed the ladder of excitement towards what promised to be an incredible explosion.

Then he stopped. My thoughts returned with “what the hell?” Before I could say or do anything, Alan retracted out of me but still lay against my back. I became aware that we were both panting. He released me completely and stepped back under his spray, pulling off the condom, and washing his groin.

Finally, he looked over at me, grinning widely.

“Did you cum?” I asked.

He shook his head. “No. I’m saving that for later. I just wanted a little preview of our evening, that’s all.”

“Oh,” I said. I was disappointed because I was ready for everything he had to give me, but I could also understand that a break at this point would just leave us at a peak for getting it on later.

“Are you hungry?” he asked.

“Famished,” I said.

“Good. Let’s finish up and go get dinner.”

Dinner was my favorite that night: chicken enchiladas with Mexican rice and refried beans plus chips and salsa. Northern New Mexico is famous for its Mexican food and our Food Center could compete with the best restaurants in town in the Mexican cuisine category. The food plus the slight burn in my ass from the shower put me in quite a festive mood that evening. I realized I was happy being with Alan, touching him and being touched by him, tasting him in all the ways I could, learning about him, and sharing my day with him.

We talked a lot during dinner, covering a range of subjects including how we would set up the loft, how the visit with my family would take place, and what my parents and siblings are like. Since Bosque del Apache is about midway between Albuquerque and Las Cruces, we decided to delay our trip there until the day we’re headed for Cruces.

“What does Las Cruces mean?” he asked.

“Oh. It’s Spanish for ‘the crosses.’”

“The crucifixion?”

I nodded. “Yeah, like most places in New Mexico, it was settled by Catholic missionaries, so they used a Christian name. You know that Santa Fe means ‘holy faith’, right?”

He shook his head. “I thought it was named after an effeminate priest or something.”

“Huh?”

“Well. Santa Fey, F-E-Y?”

His meaning hit me. I started laughing and almost spit rice all over him.

When I was calm again, I said, “I think you’re a pervert.”

“I am,” he nodded, “and that’s why you like me.”

I laughed some more. With the tensions of the lockdown and getting evicted from the dorms, it felt very healing to laugh.

After dinner, we took a quiet (romantic?) stroll around campus. When we got to the tennis courts, Alan went to the gate to check it. He found it unlocked.

“Fancy a tennis match tomorrow afternoon?” he asked.

“Yes. I’d like that.”

As we neared the dorm, my relaxed state ebbed as I became more fixated on continuing what we had started in the showers.

Once we were on the third floor, he put his arm around my shoulders and guided me to my room. Once inside, he began stripping. When I just stared at him, he barked, “Get naked and get on the bed.”

Happily, I obeyed. He rolled me onto my belly, quickly lubed my hole, sheathed his prick, and drove into me in one slow but glorious plunge. Oh, my god, he filled me and it felt wonderful. He rammed me deep and hard and fast until I was moaning in a continuous cacophony of sound. It couldn’t get better than this, I thought.

He pulled out long enough to flip me onto my back and toss my legs back before entering me again. He squirted some lube onto his hand and picked up my steel-like erection as he began to pound me some more. Soon he was pulling my dick and squeezing it in the same rhythm as he was using for his thrusts. It was a heavenly 3 minutes until I felt my orgasm coming from my toes.

“I’m going to cum,” I moaned just seconds before my cock began to spew my spunk all over my belly and torso and even shooting up to hit him in the chest as he leaned over me. Within seconds he was filling the condom, too.