How the Coronavirus Jump-Started my Sex Life - 17. Chapter 17

Evening Session

Alan and I had a training session that evening back in his room. He worked my throat quite a while in order to help me learn to overcome my gag reflex. Eventually I managed to take his substantial piece of prime manmeat all the way to the root, squeeze it by swallowing a couple of times, then pull off to breathe. We worked this cycle for about 10 minutes in which he writhed on the bed, moaning, and gasping from sheer ecstasy. Once I became able to do this without constantly gagging, I had a wonderful time. It was definitely hard work but it was just as definitely fantastically sexy fun.

After a while, Alan gathered his wits about him and said, “Stop, Cal!”

I stopped sucking and look up at him without coming off his cock.

“You have to stop or I will come,” he said.

I pulled off. Holding his cock straight up from his abdomen, I said, “What’s wrong with that?”

He chuckled. “Not a thing except that I want to fuck you for a while and cum inside you.”

“I certainly can’t argue with that.”

We scooted around on the narrow bed until I was face down with my ass up in the air. He lubed up the dildo and used it to open me and get me prepared for the entrance of his noticeably thicker rammer. When he pulled the dildo out, he added some lube to his condom-covered cock and slowly entered me. Just like last night, it hurt a little right at first as I pushed back on the invader. When he was inside as far as he could go (about 9 inches in), he halted. He held still inside but couldn’t prevent his cock from throbbing in excited anticipation. I found the throbbing of his cock in my hole to be one of the most sensuous feelings I had ever experienced.
For a good while, Alan pummeled me from behind, turning my very tight rectum into a comfortable sheath for his randy sword. I gave myself completely to the incredible sensations of his cock massaging my entire asshole from within in much the same way he was giving himself over to the massaging my ass-muscles were performing on his cock. The rhythmic movement and strong friction of our coupling drove his sexual excitement higher and higher while inducing greater and greater relaxation and more and more sexual tension within my straining body. I was so “into” this lusty dance that it was a bit of a jolt when he suddenly paused his movements and then slowly withdrew.

“Don’t go,” I whined just before he popped out.

Between gasps for air, Alan chuckled.

“Only for a moment,” he answered. “Role over.”

I complied with his suggestion/request/order and he lifted my butt to slide a pillow underneath the small of my back. Then he slid into place with the fronts of his thighs against the backs of my thighs. Soon his cockhead found my open sphincter and slipped in with no fanfare and no resistance. “Oh, yeah, please,” I begged as he slid quickly into my welcoming asshole, brushing my prostate on the way in. “Fuck!” I cried as a dollop of precum popped out to drip down onto my abs. Leaning low across my body so that my swollen penis was caught between our torsos, he began to pound me with deep, hard thrusts that robbed my brain of the ability to form coherent thoughts. I became a receptor for hard cock, for a stud’s need, and soon for a condom’s load of fresh, hot cum.

The swelling of his cock at the beginning of his orgasm coupled with it’s throbbing squeezes to my prostate pushed me into a mind-blowing orgasm of my own.

Our cries of release melded into one ragged cacophony of gasps, groans, and whimpers. When he was finished, Alan’s full weight gently settled onto me, pressing me into the mattress and plastering us together. In this position, his face was a few inches below mine, his head lying on my shoulder as he breathed deeply after his exertion. His cock stayed buried inside until it began to lose its rigidity. Alan summoned his strength to raise himself and pull out his spent penis. With some effort, he rose to his knees, walked his knees up to my armpits, and carefully peeled off the rubber. His semi-hard cock, red from its exertion, dangled from his groin, a string of cum slowly stretching towards my lips.

I opened my mouth and tilted my head back slightly to align my mouth with the slowly-approaching dab of semen. I watched the dab of cum for several seconds as its string elongated until it passed between my lips to land on the front of my tongue. It was such a small sample that it did not satisfy my craving for him but made me want to taste him even more.

Alan leaned a bit further forward and guided his cock down into my waiting mouth, bringing me a slightly-cooled gift of his nectar as my tongue swiftly circled his sticky penis. I cleaned his cock thoroughly before he finally withdrew. It tasted so good!

Then the full used condom appeared in his hands. He held it above my face as he began to turn it inside out. The rapidly-cooling load inside began to drop into my open mouth before he had lowered it enough that I could lick the tip and the last inch of the condom to claim the remainder of his load.

Morning

About 8 hours later I awoke. Alan was lying flat on his tummy on the narrow bed. I was on my side plastered against his shoulder and hip with my leg stretched across the small of his back bent at the knee so that my lower leg lay close along his thigh on the other side of his body. My morning erection was pressed into the firm flesh of his side. My arm was stretched across his back bent at the elbow so that my palm loosely cupped his opposite shoulder.

The intimacy of this position sent electricity through my body as it also filled me with a deep satisfaction. I felt almost as close to him as I had the night before as his cock moved within me for almost an hour.

Almost as soon as I regained consciousness and could ascertain the position of my body parts relative to his body, I became aware of an uncomfortable fullness in my bladder. As gently as I could, I pulled away from Alan to roll off the bed and get my feet to the floor. I almost got away without disturbing him, but as I began rising from the bed, he mumbled, “Where are you going?”

Startled, I answered, “The bathroom.”

In a stronger voice, he responded, “Wat a minute and I’ll go with you.”

As he rolled over and swiveled to put his feet on the floor, I checked his groin to see that his erection was, as always, a bit longer and considerably thicker than mine. I felt a stab of desire as he held an arm up towards me. I took his hand and tugged gently to pull him up from the bed.

Together, we dashed into the hallway and hurried along to the common bathroom in the middle of the long wing. We passed my room but didn’t slow down as we scurried on to get our relief. An observer would have undoubtedly been amused at the two stark naked sleepyheads following their cocks down the hall and into the bathroom.

We took the two urinals nearest the door, aimed, and let fly hard streams of yellow piss that splattered off the backs of the urinals only to splash the fronts of our thighs. We peed for a long time as our straining bladders emptied. Then we wiped our thighs with paper towels.

“Let’s get a shower,” Alan suggested.

We went to our respective rooms to get our towels and shower gear. I waited at my door for him to return from his room nearer the end of the hallway. We walked back to the common bathroom but this time went into the shower room.

About 20 minutes later we had finished washing each other and Alan had fed me with his morning load. We dressed, grabbed light jackets, and went to the dining hall, where we got our first cups of coffee and plates of ham, eggs, and breakfast potatoes to eat at our table in the corner.

We made a bit of small talk as we completed the waking-up process.

“So, how should we approach the search for a place to live?” I asked.

“I guess we need to try to call the apartment houses within walking distance of the campus. But I don’t know how to find out what the options are,” Alan said.

“I haven’t been off campus enough to really know what’s around us,” I said and then wondered aloud, “Would the Housing Office have any information?”

“Good idea,” Alan nodded with a mouthful of potatoes. “Let’s go ask them after breakfast. It’s just across the street.”

A few minutes later we finished eating and deposited our dishes at the dish return window. I felt a sense of adventure concerning the process of finding a home we could share until next fall. I also felt an undefined nervousness, possibly containing some fear, because I was not sure we would find an option that would work well for us.

We started toward the exit from the dining hall that opened on the side nearest the residence hall office.

“Wait,” Alan said as we went out of the building into the cool morning air.

I stopped and turned to face him.

“What’s our budget?”

“As little as possible that’s still decent,” I said, sort of echoing the conversation with my dad.

“Yeah, that makes sense. We’ll start with the cheapest and go until we find one we like and can afford.”

“Alright!”

We turned and crossed the street.

At the front of the door into the offices, we stopped to pull up our masks before stepping inside.

A young co-ed I pegged as a Native American sat at a reception desk.

“May I help you?” she inquired professionally.

I noticed Alan sort of standing back, so I said to the girl: “We’ve been notified the dorms are closing at the end of next week.”

She nodded. “Yes, everyone has to be out by Saturday, March 21 at 5:00 p.m. The dorms will be closed after that time except for residents with appointments to retrieve their belongings.”

I nodded. “Okay. We’re wondering if you have any information about rentals in the university area. We’re needing to find an apartment.”

“Oh.” She appeared unsure of how to answer me. I just stared at her over the mask to await her instructions. After thinking for a few moments, she said, “Just a moment, please. I’m going to need to ask my supervisor because I don’t know if we have any information or not.”

“Okay,” I said.

She picked up her phone, dialed a number, and asked our question. She listened a few minutes, nodding as she did. Finally, she said, “Okay. I will. Thanks.”

“We do have a listing of apartments, houses for rent, and rooms in houses for rent. If you will leave me your email address, I’ll have one sent over to you.”

She handed me a slip of paper for my campus email address. I jotted it down and slid the paper across to her. “You’ll have the listing in just a few minutes,” she said.

“Thank you!” I said as Alan and I turned back toward the main entrance and started back to our dorm.