How the Coronavirus Jump-Started my Sex Life - 15. Chapter 15

The New Me

Alan left his cock buried in my utterly relaxed asshole for a minute or two after we had both had our incredible orgasms. Gradually I felt his shaft shorten a bit and soften, though it didn’t really seem less filling than it had been when he was hard as steel. When his breathing slowed almost to normal, he looked down at me, locking his captivating amber eyes onto my baby blues.

“How are you, babe?” he asked quietly.

My mouth was agape as I drew in as much air as I could, but I smiled at him when he asked that question.

I received a beautiful grin in return. Sticky fingertips touched my cheek in a gentle caress leading to a full-palm cupping of my jaw. “You were amazing, Cal,” he cooed.

“You were amazing, Alan. Sir.”

His grin broadened. He pulled back a few inches and his spent cock slipped slowly out of my open hole. Immediately I felt the loss of the physical connection and the end of the sexual intimacy. A cloud must have crossed my face, because Alan’s smile dissipated.

“What just happened?” he asked.

“Uh,” I stumbled as I tried to find the right words to answer him. After a moment, I responded, “It’s just that I already miss the feeling of your cock in me and the intimacy of that, uhm, connection.”

Alan threw his head back and gifted me with that lovely deep baritone laugh I had already learned to crave. “God, Cal, you are the most natural bottom ever.” He continued to stroke my jawline.

I couldn’t quite tell if he was putting me down or just being honest.

He must’ve read my thought because he quickly added, “That’s a wonderful thing, Cal. It means we’ve discovered how you can get the most pleasure from your sexual encounters. And the good news is that the guys lucky enough to be with you will get the most pleasure from giving you exactly what you will always want.”

Alan shifted his knees and lay down upon me, bringing his other hand to the other side of my face. Gently holding my head on each side, he looked deeply into my eyes from a few inches away. “You’re going to be immensely popular with guys like me who want to fuck and get blown. For us to find a gorgeous guy with a hot mouth and deep asshole like yours is like the best thing we could ever hope for.”

“Thanks, I guess.”

“You’re welcome, babe. I’m glad we met when we did and how we did. I promise this Spring Break will be a week…uhm, two weeks, you’ll never forget. I’ll never forget it either, I’m sure.”

He cuddled with me all night, his big cock plastered against my butt most of the time. Near morning I felt it harden and Alan began gently humping against my buns in his sleep. Eventually, he woke and I felt him shifting on the bed a bit before he reached a goopy finger to my sphincter where he circled and pressed until I moaned and my ass opened for him. After a brief lubing, he pushed me over onto my stomach. For a moment he fumbled around until I heard the rip of a condom packet.
When he had rolled the condom into place on his cock, he entered me in one firm push. I cried out in gratitude as his hard bulk filled my still-relaxed ass and removed that empty feeling I’d had all night. Gently, he fucked me slowly into his mattress for a long time. His face lay against the side of my head while he lay flat on my back as he repeatedly pushed me into the mattress. My ass muscles were too tired to do much but I still loved the sensation of being filled with the big, hot, and probing manroot that connected us in such closeness.

I found this unbelievably erotic and sensuous. I think I was at the very door of Nirvana when he finally began to speed up his thrusting. He only pounded me for maybe a minute before he whimpered and filled the new condom in my ass.

After he had pulled out and I had rolled onto my back, he lifted the condom over my mouth and squeezed its contents onto my eager tongue to give me my reward.

What a way to wake up!

A New Day

Although it was only Tuesday, Alan and I fell easily into the patterns we had tried out the day before. We showered and then went to breakfast before splitting up to get in some study time. I checked my emails and answered the ones I had received from Carrie, Cole, Bert, and Joe. Bert asked about a Zoom call on Wednesday morning but I didn’t want to commit until after talking with Alan. I thought we might want to get out again.

At lunch Alan and I agreed that Wednesday should be a day of exploration. He charged me with developing a plan for where to go to get out into nature and see something different. I chuckled and readily accepted the challenge. One thing about New Mexico is that it has lots and lots of unusual places to visit. I told him I would give him the plan at dinner.

After lunch I finished some reading for English and decided I didn’t want to study any more. I went back to the email for a while, starting with a reply to Bert.

LCCal1277@gmail.com: Hey good buddy! Tomorrow isn’t going to work well for me to Zoom with you, but Thursday would. Alan and I are going to go exploring tomorrow. I’m thinking Bosque del Apache would be great. There will be nobody around but the ducks and geese should be there and it will be very quiet and peaceful. He’s not familiar with our goofy state so it’s fun to think about revealing it to him. I think we’ll leave right after breakfast and be gone most of the day. What are you doing every day?

Just as I hit send on my message to Bert, a new message arrived, announced by my computer’s notification ping. It was from the Residence Halls, so I opened it immediately. I scanned the message, then read it again slowly to be sure I got the information right. The word from the University made me quite nervous, so I punched in a call to Alan on my cell.

“Hey,” he answered on the second ring.

“Did you see the email from the Residence Halls?”

“No. Hang on and I’ll pull it up.”

I could hear the clacking of his keyboard, then a pause. “Here it is. Let me read it.”

As he went through the message he mumbled a couple of times and then finally said, “Well, that’s shitty.”

“I know,” I answered. “They’re just giving us about 12 days to find someplace else to go. I have no idea what my options really are. Maybe I will need that tent someplace, but, jeez, not having a car eliminates a lot of possibilities.”

“I know what you mean,” he said. “We’ll each have to figure out what we can do. Maybe your parents will let you come home.”

“Maybe,” I said but I was unconvinced. “What will you do, Alan?”

“I’m not sure yet. I’m not sure if I could go home and still stay in school. And what will happen when the semester ends? There’s a ton of questions.”

“I think I need to talk to my dad,” I decided out loud.

“Yeah, me, too.”

“Fuck!” I was starting to panic a little.

“Hey, dude. Don’t let it freak you out. I’m sure there are options and we’ll get someplace okay.”

“Thanks, Alan. I know you’re right. I just hate uncertainty.”

“Well, why not just call your dad and get him thinking about it? You’ll come up with options.”

“That makes sense. I’ll do it now.”

“Good. I will call Edmonton, too. Maybe we can discuss it more over dinner.”

“Yeah. I’ll see you at 5:30.”

“Do you want to catch a workout?”

“Oh, yeah, sure. 3:30?”

“Perfect.”

We disconnected the call and I sat thinking for a few minutes. I figured the options were basically I could go home if Mom and Dad would allow me or I could find some kind of apartment here in Albuquerque to stay in until the dorms reopen next fall. I didn’t have any specific plans for the summer but had figured I would go back to Cruces and work someplace. There might actually be more job possibilities here in Albuquerque since it’s so much bigger.

But did I really want to go home under a lockdown scenario? Bert’s unhappiness after just a couple of days made me wonder how great to would be to be stuck at home with Dad working at home and everybody there all the time. It honestly felt a little claustrophobic to me.

My thoughts were interrupted by the notifications ping on my laptop.

BandelierBert@yahoo.com: Hey, man. What are you gonna do? Fuck!

Another ping.

BandelierBert@yahoo.com: About the dorm?

In spite of my fear and confusion, I couldn’t help but laugh at my roomie. He sounded as hysterical as my sister Carrie. I thought I’d be a little calmer after talking with Dad, so I pulled up his contact listing and punched dial.

After a couple of rings, he clicked on the call.

“Hi, Cal,” my dad said.

“Hi, Dad. Is everyone doing okay?”

He chuckled. “We’re beginning to get on each other’s nerves, but fundamentally we’re fine. How are you doing stuck in the dorm?”

“It’s not so bad, I guess.”

“I hear you’ve met a guy who’s also stuck there.”

“Yes, sir.” I decided not to elaborate on how much time I was spending with Alan and certainly not what we do together. “I need to talk to you about something.”

“Sure, son. What’s going on?”

“The University is extending Spring Break for another week,”

“I heard many universities are doing that. I think NMSU has announced the same thing.”

“Yeah. Well, our classes will all be online once the break is finished. So, they’re trying to close the campus for the rest of the semester.”

“Are they closing it completely? I mean, totally?”

“I don’t know exactly. I got an email saying the residence halls will be closed at the end of next week and we are expected to be moved out by Friday. That’s next Friday, like 10 days from now.”

“I see,” he said quietly. He was silent for a few moments. “Have you explored your options?”

“Well, I could move back home, I guess.”

“Of course, if that is the only option, we’ll have to somehow quarantine you for 2 weeks before you can join the family, but I guess that’s possible. But, would you ever have to return to campus?”

“I don’t know. I have a weekly biology lab. I don’t know yet. How they could handle that, I don’t know.”

“I’m sure they’ll figure it out and let you know. But, if you did have to return to campus for something, we’d have to quarantine you again. And, just between us, your little brother and sister are driving your mom and me a little insane. I’m not sure this place is conducive to you studying challenging college-level courses.”

He was on-target with that thought. “That doesn’t sound very good.”

“If you don’t come home, what other options do you think you have?”

“The only thing I can think of is to get a room or an apartment here.”

“Seems reasonable.”

“But I don’t have any money to pay rent.”

“The University will have to reimburse you for the last month or so of the semester. You could use that.”

“Yeah, of course. But summer is just a couple of months away and I don’t have a job. I thought I would get one in Las Cruces and live at home.”

“Do you know of someplace there in Albuquerque you could rent?”

“No, sir. I just received notice that the dorms are closing.”

“Let me think for a minute.”

We were both silent for a minute or so as I thought about how I could afford an apartment and how I would find one on such short notice.

“Cal, do you think you can find an apartment where you could live without a car?”

“Uhm. Dad, I have no idea what I can find.”

“Of course. You just found out.”

“Yeah.”

“Alright. How about this plan? You try to figure out what the situation is around there for a suitable apartment. Make some calls and see if you can get an idea of what you would need to spend. I remind you that we are not made of money, but I will help you out if you need some help until you start drawing a salary. And, I don’t want you to feel you need to start working until you finish the semester.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll talk with your mother and think about any options in Cruces, but you check out the options in Albuquerque, okay?”

“Sure, Dad.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow night after supper and we can see what the options are at that time. Okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Don’t worry. We’ll figure something out.”

“Thanks very much, Dad.”

“Goodbye, Cal.”

“Bye, Dad.”

Even though we hadn’t decided anything, I felt immensely relieved after talking with Dad. My panic had settled and I knew that he would be there if I needed any help. And the bottom line seemed to be I could go home if there was no better option.

Turning back to the computer, I went back to the email.

LCCal1277@gmail.com: Hey Bert! The University is putting us in a very awkward situation, huh? I just talked with Dad to try to figure out my options when they kick me out of the dorm. He says I can come home but would have to quarantine for 2 weeks. Also, he pointed out that the house is really crowded with everyone at home. He seems willing to help me pay for a place here. I think it might be fun to be here for the summer instead of going home. I’ll just have to find a job wherever I am. Will you stay at home? Let’s Zoom Thursday at 11:00. Okay?

I expected Bert would stay in Los Alamos and take classes remotely. I wondered what Alan would do. I realized I would be very disappointed if he went back to Canada. I’d just discovered sex and was loving it a lot. If he left, that whole part of me would not be let out into my life. Besides, I knew I was getting to the point of really enjoying hanging out with him. I’d miss him profoundly if he were to leave when they close the dorm.

I did a bit of surfing online to check out apartment availability and pricing in Albuquerque. The great condos on Central Avenue rented for over $2000 a month, so they were clearly out of my budget. I found some listings as low as $500 for a studio within a mile of campus and some one bedrooms for around $900 to $1200 that would work if I could afford them. I thought I’d get about $1800 back from the Residence Hall for my unused room and board for the remainder of the year. That would help.

My computer pinged.

BandelierBert@yahoo.com: Cal, it’s good to know the elder Christensen isn’t going to leave you in the streets. Haha. But it’s a mess, huh? My dad is kinda happy. He’s willing to keep me at home and taking classes online because that will save money. Sigh. I understand that but I’m not sure I can make it until late May in this house either. I’m already climbing the walls. Yeah, Thursday at 11 works for me. What the hell else do I have to do? I’ll set up the call and send you the link. I’m insanely jealous of you guys taking your little Covid bubble on the road to Bosque. That’ll be a great day. Take some photos to share. I can live vicariously though you. Hang in there!

At 3:30 I slipped into my tightest sweats and collected Alan for our workout. I was really sore after yesterday’s heavy session, but it did feel good to work the muscles again. By mutual agreement we didn’t talk about the housing predicament so we could concentrate on our workouts. After we finished our lifts, we returned to the third floor for a long and mutually sensual shower, complete with washing each other’s body, a 5-minute unfinished BJ, and the cleaning of our butts.