How the Coronavirus Jump-Started my Sex Life - 27. Chapter 27

Departing the Dorm

I set my alarm for 7:00 so I had time to strip the sheets off the bed and throw them into a shopping bag. I made sure everything was packed for the overnight trip to Bosque del Apache and Las Cruces and laid out my clothes for today. I took a detour to the rest room, peed, splashed water in my face, and walked down to Room 315.

As always, the door was unlocked, so I opened it and tiptoed inside.

The blinds were drawn and the room had a very quiet, peaceful vibe. I quietly shut the door and stood for a few moments just watching Alan. He was lying on his back with the sheet pulled up to his belly. One foot had strayed out from under the sheet and hung out over the floor a few inches. Alan’s beautiful face was very serene. He looked less assertive and more vulnerable than he did when he was awake. I couldn’t help but wonder if that might not be a better picture of the man inside than the somewhat macho character he presented to the world, including me most of the time.

There were a few inches of mattress available on the edge of the bed, so I sat gently on my left cheek beside his hip bone. I leaned over him to place my left hand beside his chest which put my face above the center of his sternum. Leaning forward, I placed a soft kiss on his cheek. In response, he grinned slightly but didn’t open his eyes. He did, however, part his lips and run his tongue around them. Softly, he muttered, “Is that you, Brandi?”

His grin widened as I leaned away from him and said in a pseudo-angry voice, “Brandi! Oh, you two-timing piece of shit!”

He laughed a full-throated laugh as his eyes popped open. Those gorgeous brown eyes looked into mine and he said, “Don’t worry about Brandi. Your ass is a lot more talented than her twat could ever be.”

That was somewhat obscene, but still very nice to hear. I grinned, then put a sterner look on my face. “What about my mouth?”

He grinned again. “I don’t know. Do you think she can deep throat?”

I laughed. “Probably.”

He nodded. “You’re probably right.”

“But she isn’t here,” I said suggestively.

His eyebrows went up in appreciation. “Why don’t you remind me just what a great cocksucker you have become?”

“Gladly!” I wiggled my eyebrows and slid down his body until I could slip my lips over his corona. I let my lips fall naturally down his stiffening shaft until his head encountered my throat. I held there, took a deep breath around his dick, and pushed on down until his penis popped into my throat.

When I swallowed, Alan whimpered, “Oh, yeah!”

The next four or five minutes was spent with his dick alternating between my mouth and throat until he starting screaming in ecstasy and filling my mouth with his delicious nectar.

A few minutes later, we showered, dressed, and emptied our rooms with three trips down to the Durango.

When we were finished loading the big SUV, we walked back into the dorm lobby where we dropped our keys in a box sitting on the counter and labeled “Key Drop”. The assistant house master had us sign a check-out sheet, then he signed a release for each of us and we were on our way.

As we went out the main entrance to walk to the dining hall, Alan turned to me and said, “It’s weird to imagine this is the last time we’ll ever be in our dorm, huh?”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “I expected to live there for 2 or 3 years, not 6 months.”

“I get it.”

“But I’m certainly glad I was there.”

He grinned. “Me, too. It provided me the best sex ever.”

I laughed. “I could certainly say the same thing.”

In the dining hall, one guy operated the serving line, filling our plates generously with scrambled eggs, sausages, tater tots, and biscuits. There was butter and jelly to accompany the biscuits and coffee and juice at the drinks station. Three other guys we didn’t know were scattered at individual tables throughout the room. Just as we got through the line, Jordan saw us from the prep area in back. He waved so we knew he knew we were there.

We sat at our usual table, presumably for the final time, and began to eat. About ten minutes later, Jordan showed up pushing a cart laden with four medium-sized boxes and a couple of grocery bags.

He also had two boxed lunches for us. I felt a little like crying as I realized the effort he was making to get us set up and save us some serious cash, too.

“Hi, Jordan,” I said as he approached.

“Wow!” Alan exclaimed. “That’s a lot of stuff.”

Jordan smiled, “Hi, guys. Yes, we had been stocked for the next several weeks so there is a lot of food still left. I think this will take care of you guys for a while.”

“You’re really nice!” I blurted out with my voice cracking on the last word.

Alan looked at me a little sternly and then looked at Jordan. “Could we borrow the cart to take all that to our car?”

“Sure,” Jordan nodded. “You could bring the car up to the loading dock area. We definitely won’t have any deliveries today.”

“Good idea,” Alan said.

“Uhm, Cal,” Jordan said as he extended a piece of paper toward me. “I jotted down the name of the hiring manager in facilities and his phone number in case you wanted them.”

I reached out to take the paper. “Thank you so much, Jordan. I plan to call first thing Monday so it’s great to have his name and number.” Glancing at the paper, I saw he had included his phone number as well.

“I sincerely hope it works for you. I think they will give students some priority in the hiring, so it’s a pretty good shot.”

“I hope it works for you, too!”

“Thanks. Well, I need to get back to work. Just leave the cart on the loading dock when you finish.”

“Jordan,” Alan said, “It’s extremely nice of you to help us out this way. Hopefully you have some good karma from this kindness.”

Jordan bowed slightly. “Good karma would be nice. Have a great day.”

“Thanks especially for the box lunches,” I added.

“No problem.” He turned toward the serving area, glancing back at us – or was it just me? – as he walked away.

When we were done with our breakfast, Alan went to get the Durango while I found the way through the back of the kitchen and the store room to the loading dock. I rolled the cart down a long ramp and was waiting near the entrance from the street when Alan pulled up. We loaded the food into the back of the Durango, shifting our other stuff around so it would fit. Then I rolled the cart back up the ramp and tried to put it back inside, but the door had locked behind me, so I just left it there, disappointed I had not had the opportunity to see Jordan once more.

When we got to the loft, we parked in back but Brandi’s car was not there. We unlocked the outside door and hauled our food and other stuff up the back stairs to the loft. As soon as we got everything inside, we went to the food to get it properly stowed so we could get out of town.

We were amazed when we took stock of these provisions. Jordan had supplied 8 frozen rib-eye steaks, a large plastic bag with a dozen chicken breasts (frozen), a large bag of chicken thighs (frozen), a 5-pound bag of frozen tater tots (which made us laugh and groan at the same time), a giant bag of frozen broccoli, a 5-pound slab of bacon (sliced, not frozen), 2 dozen eggs, 2 2-pound blocks of cheese, two heads of lettuce, a bag with about 6 tomatoes, a 5-pound bag of potatoes, and a 5-pound bag of oranges. In the grocery bags were 2 large plastic bags of cereal (Raisin Bran and Frosted Flakes), a loaf of multi-grain bread, a loaf of white bread, a plastic bag with about 2 dozen chocolate chip cookies and another with 2 dozen peanut-butter cookies, a 2-pound packet of spaghetti, and 3 large cans of pasta sauce.

When we were done putting everything away, we had a completely full freezer, an almost full refrigerator compartment, and a cabinet section well-stocked with supplies.

We took our box lunches, a six-pack of bottled water we’d brought from the dorm, and our overnight clothes and headed back to the car. We rolled out about 10:30, drove past the university which seemed deserted and forlorn, and hit I-25 just before we reached downtown. Turning south, we passed the airport and saw a sign reading “Las Cruces 225”.

Soon we entered the Isleta Reservation, saw the casino a little ways off the highway, then crossed the Rio Grande to the west side, turned south, left the reservation, and continued on the road that parallels the Rio Grande but is about 100-200 feet higher. Over the next half hour, we passed a series of old Spanish colonial or Mexican-era settlements stringing along the river valley. They had old-world names like Bosque Farms, Peralta, Valencia, Los Lunas, Los Chavez, Belen, and Jarales.

Most were small, rural villages, but Los Lunas and Belen have become small cities that serve as commuter towns for people working in Albuquerque.

To our right, a bit higher in elevation, were miles of vineyards and a few orchards of various types. Traffic was exceedingly light and the drive was easy. The mileposts clipped past us, about one every 45 seconds. About noon we passed through the city of Socorro (about 10,000 residents), home of New Mexico Institute of Mining and Technology (NM Tech), a university I had briefly considered attending before settling on UNM.

Twenty minutes later we came to the exit for Bosque del Apache National Wildlife Refuge .

Stunned at the Bosque

Having visited the Bosque many times through my childhood, I was familiar with the area, but Alan, who had not even heard of it, found it incredible. We spent the next three hours as the only humans in this large wetlands in the middle of the vast desert. Man-made ponds I guessed to be about 100-feet square existed near the river along with large natural swamps, drier grassy areas, and rugged briar patches plus the open flowing great river, the Rio Grande. If you are not from this area, you would be surprised that in most areas including the Bosque, a person can walk across the river almost any time of the year without getting his knees wet.

The only sounds one hears in the Bosque are the sounds made by yourself or your companions, the wind in the trees, the occasional howl of a coyote, and the cawing, chirping, honking, and squawking of the birds. I’ve never been to the Bosque when everyone I was with didn’t become quiet, respectful, sort of pensive in the environment. For me, it seems more spiritual than the most spectacular cathedral or the highest mountain peak.

We saw turtles, an eagle, several types of deer, butterflies, and birds such as cardinals and bluebirds.

Although many types of wildlife call the Bosque home, it achieves world-class significance as a stopover for migrating birds and a winter home for waterfowl such as cranes, herons, ducks, and geese. On the day we were invading this natural wonder, we saw a few ducks and herons, but hundreds of cranes and geese. We ate our box lunches on the side of one of the artificial ponds where numberless cranes were acting as if they were on vacation.

After lunch, we drove slowly around the ponds until we noticed one filled to the brim with what Alan identified as Canadian geese. We parked and quietly got out of the Durango. The bizarre thing was that the geese (500 to a thousand, we estimated) sat unmoving on the surface of the pond facing predominantly in one direction. And they were silent. Not a sound came from the whole flock. It seemed unnatural and was mesmerizing. Although we weren’t quite sure what we were seeing, it seemed like something immensely important was about to happen. They were waiting, patient but alert.

And then without a squawk or other sound, one random goose located near the center of the flock extended his wings, flapped once, and lifted above his brothers and sisters. Before his feet cleared the surface of the pond, a couple of nearby geese followed suit, and within a few seconds the air immediately above the water became saturated with the white birds, wings extended and flapping as they rose not as one but as a well-choreographed ensemble. Within 20 to 30 seconds, the entire flock had departed. They turned northward as they found their places to form a very large V.

We felt so privileged to have witnessed this amazing beat of life. I stared after the departing flock until Alan tapped my arm. Reluctantly, I looked at him. He pointed down to the pond. About half a dozen geese had stayed behind. Somehow, that seemed heartbreaking to me. They remained when everyone they knew had just left them. Why didn’t they go? I was very confused until something I had learned in my biology classes at some point came back to me. The old and infirm of any species will separate from the younger and vibrant flock, pack, or herd in order for those who have a future to move forward. They choose to remain behind to die rather than hold back their tribe. I had seen it with my own eyes and I was stunned.

We sat there silently, deep in contemplation. A few tears slid down my cheeks and, when I looked at Alan, I could see that his eyes were very moist and his countenance suggested heavy thoughts. Just then, we were startled by the sound of dozens and then hundreds of wings flapping as the geese in the pond next door rose in the beautifully-coordinated fashion we had just witnessed close-at-hand. This flock formed what seemed to be an identical V-formation and followed behind “our” flock from “our” pond.