How the Coronavirus Jump-Started my Sex Life - 26. Chapter 26

Connecting with my Peeps

Alan and I decided we would check our emails and each of us call our parents after supper. Because I thought I would disturb the family at dinner if I called too early, I went to the email first and I was glad I did. My inbox was pretty full and I quickly saw that one was from my English professor and one was from my Calculus professor. Each of my teachers were informing me our classes would begin again on Zoom the next week. The first English class would meet at our regularly scheduled time of 10:00 a.m. on Monday and the first Calculus class would be on Tuesday at 9:00 via Zoom. Each message provided the link for the Zoom call. It seemed as though I had all I needed to continue moving forward in those courses.

I had a message from Dad telling me he had deposited the money I would need for April’s rent plus $500 for incidentals. He also inquired about my job prospects. That was a topic I felt we would discuss in person at our meet-up on Sunday.

A message from Cole was all about how excited he was for me to visit on Sunday. I quickly responded that I was looking forward to seeing him.

As usual, the message from my sister was not quite as simple.

Carriechris488@gmail.com: Cal, I’m so happy you are coming to see us. Mom has had Cole and me working hard to get dishes and sheets packed up for you to take back. We even went to Albertson’s and got the beef and buns and chips and stuff for our cookout on Sunday. Mom is going to make baked beans to go with the burgers and she’s making a huge chocolate cake, too. It’s going to be quite a special celebration that you are here. I can’t wait to meet Alan. I have been working on my nails and I got some new polish and lip gloss to match. Wait til you see it. I hope Alan will like it!! And I have been playing with hair styles and have found one where my hair falls over one shoulder. If I curl the ends it makes me look so grown up. Sara wants me to Facetime her while you are here so she can see Alan, too. Would you mind? Mom says Joe might stop by. He’s so dreamy, too. Justin and I have been Facetiming every night at 10:00 before we go to bed. You were right. It is like a date to be able to talk so much. I wish I wish I wish we could hold hands through the cell phone, but of course we can’t. We’re going to have so much catching up to do when this damn corona is dead. Good-Night, big bro!

There were about 50 red hearts at the end of the words.

LCCal1277@gmail.com: Hi, Carrie. Sure, you can Facetime Sara. Just tell her not to scream when she sees Alan – or Joe. Mom’s lunch sounds awesome. See you in a couple days! Your bro, Cal.

Next up was a note from Joe Escondido, my best friend from Las Cruces High. I had written him a couple of days earlier to invite him to the cookout at Mom’s suggestion.

Escondido1888888@hotmail.com: Hey, dude! I’ll be glad to come over for the cookout and take the chance to say hi in person. Tell your mother that I will be bringing a tray of tamales. Mom and my tia spent all day yesterday making 12 dozen or so tamales, so a dozen will come to the Christensen family. I understand I will have a special zone on the grass or something. Whatever weird accommodations are necessary, it will be wonderful to see some people with blond hair and who don’t speak Spanglish!

I laughed at that. It sounds as if he’s spent too much time stuck with his family, too.

His note ended with “Can’t wait, amigo!”

LCCal1277@gmail.com: Hi, Joe. So glad you’ll be able to join us. I hope the family will share their tamales with me. Love your mother’s cooking! Can’t wait to see you, too. I guess we won’t be able to talk privately, but that’s what Zoom is for, huh? Or Facetime. See ya at noon on Sunday! Cal

BandelierBert@yahoo.com: Hey, my man. It felt so weird to pack up and move out of our room yesterday. You know, I’m not ready for that experience of sharing a room with you to be over. Damn! But it was great to see you for a few minutes, even with Daddio watching us like a papa hawk. I’m glad to finally be sure who Alan is. I wasn’t sure if he was that other guy who lives down near the end of the hall – with the full beard and the black-rimmed glasses. I did recognize Alan. He’s a little over the top, isn’t he? I hope he will treat you well when you are confined to sharing an apartment, I mean loft, with him. I hope your move goes smoothly and your trip to LC is good. Let’s talk next week.

What does he mean by “a little over the top”? Should I ask him or ignore it?

LCCal1277@gmail.com: Hi, Bert. It felt very strange to walk back into the room and find your side so clean. Miss you, buddy! We took most our stuff over to the loft today. When we wake up tomorrow, we’ll finish getting our stuff packed and out and drop it in the loft before we take off. We’re planning to see Bosque del Apache and then camp out overnight. I think there’s a good place on Elephant Butte Lake. Then we’ll have less of a drive Sunday. I got emails from my English prof and my Calc prof today telling me we will have Zoom classes next week. Let’s try to talk Monday evening. I’ll set up a Zoom call for 8:00 – okay?

In about 2 minutes, I had a reply.

BandelierBert@yahoo.com: Monday at 8 sounds good. I’ve gotten emails from 3 of my profs telling me we’ll have class on Zoom. I wonder if Zoom can handle the increase in business.

The time was 7:15 and I thought it late enough to call home.

Mom answered the landline on the second ring. “Christensens.”

“Mom, it’s Cal.”

“Hi, honey. How are you doing with everything?”

“Good. Almost ready to leave the dorm in the morning.”

“Well, I guess that’s good.”

“Yes. Uhm, Alan and I are planning to go down to Bosque del Apache tomorrow and then camp in his Durango overnight so we can have an easy trip to Cruces on Sunday.”

“Okay. Makes sense. Any idea when you’ll get here?”

“We’ll aim for 11:30. Okay?”

“Very good. We’ll try to have the seating zones set up and everything pretty much ready to go by then.”

“Mrs. Escondido is sending a dozen tamales with Joe.”

“That’s very nice of her.”

“She and her sister made them a couple of days ago.”

“I’m sure they’ll be yummy. Would you like to take some home?”

“That would be nice, but not really necessary.”

“I’ve got a cooler ready with some other stuff to send, so it’ll only take a minute to sort some out for you.”

“Great. Thanks.”

“I want to hear all about the loft on Sunday.”

“Sure, Mom.”

“Okay. I have to get going to keep your brother and sister in line. They are very excited about your visit.”

I chuckled because I could imagine. “Sure, Mom. See you all on Sunday.”

“I love you. Good-bye, honey.”

“I love you, too. Good-night, Mom.”

I checked my inbox one last time and found this important message.

BiologyforMajors102@NMU.edu: Beginning on Monday March 30, 2020, Biology for Majors 102 will be held via a Zoom link. Attendance will be taken. You are expected to attend, participate when called on, and take notes as material covered is considered testable. On Monday we will discuss procedures for labs. Please be on time and diligent in your attendance. To join the Zoom call, just click the link below. Thank you. Dr. Rochelle

For a moment, I wondered just how labs could possibly work, then I decided I’d find out Monday and not worry about it until then.

I shut down the computer and pulled down my duffel bag. I filled it with the clothes I hadn’t yet moved except for one outfit to take with us for Sunday and one to wear Saturday. I took a final inventory of the room, confirming that all I needed to do to be ready to go was to strip the bed and put my toothbrush in my toilet kit.

According to my phone, it was 8:24. I sent a text to Alan.

ME: I’m all done. You?

ALAN: I need a few more minutes. I’ll stop by and we can go for our last shower. Here.

I sent a thumbs-up back.

Last Night in the Dorm

Alan and I enjoyed a leisurely washdown in the big shower room. By the time we had washed each other, we were both feeling relaxed and sporting erections. We dried each other and then I dropped to my haunches to give him a 2-minute warm-up blow job. When I stood again, he smiled at me and gently caressed my cheek.
“Let’s go to your room,” he said hurriedly.

In about a minute we were in my room and I was on my back on my bed. Without preliminaries, Alan retrieved the lube from the top of my nightstand. He used two fingers to digitally relax and grease up my sphincter, rolled on a condom, and placed the head of his wonderful cock against my rosebud.

“Yes!” I said in response as he began pushing into my rectum. He pushed in all the way to the root, which did cause a bit of pain to me. By this time, I was well aware of the good times to follow and I knew I’d soon forget the pain as I experienced the extreme pleasure. I willed my muscles to relax and felt the pain slowly ebb away.

“Fuck me, dude!”

Alan responded by drawing back a few inches and slamming his hard rod into me again. Quickly we went from zero to 120% in about 3 strokes.

“Ooooh, baby! I love it!” I moaned, grunting whenever he hit bottom in my hole. For quite a while he fucked me steadily, then paused and withdrew in order to flip me onto my back. He raised my legs and repositioned his cock at the entrance to my hole. He inserted and resumed his spirited thrusting as he picked up my dick from my abdomen. He squirted some lube on my pecker and his fingers, then began working me in sync with his thrusts. Oh, my god!

I was whimpering, crying out, and groaning all in an ecstatic mix as he panted and plowed me in super-deep furrows. In just a couple of minutes, I gasped as my body collected a slug of energy. “I’m gonna cum!” I wailed.

As my first volley of cum shot through my piss-slit and arced across my belly, Alan screamed out and began to fill the rubber. I think I finish my orgasm about 3 seconds before he finished his. Without withdrawing, Alan sort of collapsed across my torso until his face was just inches from mine. Through my gasps for air, I smiled at him. He looked at me for a few seconds and then kissed me full on the mouth, his tongue pushing in where it circled my surprised tongue for a few seconds before slipping out. Then his head fell to my shoulder and he relaxed completely on me, still inside me though deflating.

“Feed me your cum,” I begged.

Slowly Alan rolled to my side as he pulled his dick from my ass. He peeled the condom off, held it over my mouth, and inverted it onto his index finger before dropping his finger into my mouth.

Eagerly I scrubbed off the condom, sucking his essence into my own mouth where I savored his flavor before he pulled the used condom away.

After we recovered a bit from our coupling, he said, “I’m going to go back to my room tonight. Let’s do the wake up at 7:30.”

“Okay,” I nodded. “That’ll give us more time to get going in the morning.

He nodded as he turned to place his feet on the floor. He looked down at me still lying on the mattress. “Sleep good. Tomorrow will be a busy and important day.”

I smiled at him. “I know. See you at 7:30. G’Night!”

“Good night,” he said and stood. Grabbing his towel he went out, closing the door behind him.

Excited about our move and about the trip to Bosque del Apache, I didn’t sleep well, but I managed to stay in bed for about 8 hours until I was awaken by the buzzing of my cell phone alarm.