How the Coronavirus Jump-Started my Sex Life - 5. Chapter 5

Afterglow

Alan thrashed about on the bed, crying out “Fuck! Shit-fuck! Oh, fuck!” as the wads of semen flew onto my tongue. I savored this unknown intoxicating liquid, continuing to suck gently as he stopped shooting and began to soften. His hand on the back of my head relaxed most of its pressure, but remained holding me on his spent cock.

On Pandora, Sam Smith’s gorgeous tenor asked his lover to “Stay with Me,” as I prayed that my new lover would also stay with me.

The song was half over before Alan released my head. Slowly, reluctantly, I pulled off the relaxed cock that had so recently been a raging, pulsating fountain of my new drug of choice. When I had pulled entirely off, I laid it gently on Alan’s belly and pulled my hand back as I sat straight up on my haunches.

So, I truly am a natural-born cocksucker, I thought. Somewhat shyly, I raised my eyes to look into his face and caught him staring back at me, still breathing a bit harder than normal.

Alan smiled as soon as our eyes locked. “You did exceedingly well for your first BJ,” he said calmly. “I knew you would like sucking cock and become a great cocksucker, but you were great right out of the gate.” He smiled wider. “Come up here,” he said and motioned for me to come forward across his body.

As I crawled forward, the final strains of “Stay with Me” morphed into the X Ambassadors heavenly blends of “Unsteady.” I put my knees on either side of Alan’s hips and put one hand on either side of his chest, looking down into his face but not actually touching him. I wasn’t entirely sure what he expected or was prepared to do.

He continued smiling and said, “Lay here on my chest.”

This was exactly what I would have chosen so I eagerly followed his instruction. I bent my elbows and slid my knees backward to lie upon him. The feel of his hairy chest against my smoother torso was awesome. My cock, still hard with need, wound up splayed out between our abdominals, oozing precum into its tight quarters. With one hand he pulled my head down onto his shoulder as he held me close. I was close to nirvana right then! With his other hand he lightly rubbed my shoulders.
For a while we were both quiet. I had never felt so connected to another human being, nor so peaceful. The Righteous Brothers’ most romantic song played out while Alan held me. When I heard the first notes of the piano, I felt the emotion rising in my breast. The clear high vocals of Bobby Hatfield announcing, “I need your love…” brought the edge of tears to my eyes. I knew I could never have everything I wanted with Alan, but for just these few moments, I allowed myself to pretend we had the love Hatfield was expressing in such a beautiful way.

Alan didn’t speak during the entire song, but caressed my back and held me to him with more openness and intimacy than I imagined was possible for us. When the song ended, Alan stirred beneath me. I pulled my head back enough that I could look into his eyes, about 6 inches away.

“You may kiss my cheek,” he said softly through a quiet smile.

Slowly, I lowered my lips to the point where his cheekbone protruded a bit just above the edge of his stubble. Gently I puckered and placed my lips against this mysterious man. I lingered a few seconds with my lips against his sweaty face and then backed away again.

“Thank you,” he said with a smile. “I need to take a piss, so I think you’d best let me up now.”

“Of course,” I replied. I rolled to one side so he could roll out of bed on the other side. Grabbing his towel from my desk and his shower kit, he stepped into his flip-flops and headed for the door. He opened it and stopped, half-turning his body to look back over his shoulder at me. “Come to my room at 8 o’clock in the morning and I’ll let you take care of my morning wood.”

My still-raging dick spurted out another drop of precum in anticipation.

“Good night,” he said before stepping into the hallway and closing the door.

Alone Again

Though I had only known Alan for about 6 hours when he left me alone and achingly hard, I found that I missed him immediately. I couldn’t fathom how I could feel lonelier after the exciting evening I had enjoyed with him than I had before we’d met. But I felt his absence in a very palpable way.

I lubed my dick and took matters into my own hand to finish off the sexual excitement that had started the moment I stepped into the hallway and saw Alan in his tight tank-top and spandex workout shorts. As I stroked my turgid shaft, I remembered the contours of his body, the sensuous feeling of my fingers running across his hairy chest, the warmth of his asshole on my finger, the incredible sensations of his fingers pistoning in my ass, the stretch of my mouth and throat to accommodate his massive erection, and the unimagined joy of experiencing his orgasm inside my mouth. The memory of his tasty semen on my tongue was fresh and strong, helped no doubt by the residual of that very cumwad still in my mouth, pushed me into my own gut-wrenching, screaming orgasm.

“Fuck!” I yelled as rope after rope of sticky white goo striped my torso from neck and shoulders to belly button and pubes. I’d jacked off thousands of times before but there had never been a climax anywhere near as strong as this one!

I wiped up and tossed all the used towels into the hamper, making a note that I would need to do some laundry in a day or two.

Although I was tired, I was too keyed up to go to sleep, so I checked my email. I quickly answered a message from my sister telling me she thought it was nasty that our parents had told me not to come home.

I had another note from my high school buddy Joseph Escondido telling me that a group of our friends from school had planned to get together at Larry Sanderson’s house tonight, but had to cancel it because his parents thought it would not be good in light of the Corona virus. He also complained that I wasn’t going to be in Las Cruces for the break as he had been looking forward to hanging out. I wrote back that I was bummed because I was stuck in the dorm here in Albuquerque alone, which I realized as I wrote it was an utter lie. I smiled as I remembered the past few hours and my dick twitched in anticipation of what might happen during the coming week.

The last message in the inbox was a short note from my roommate.

BandelierBert@yahoo.com: Made it home about 2:15. Seemed to take forever with Cindy bitching about not getting to see Blake. I finally told her to buy a vibrator! Hope you’ll be okay, buddy. Wish I could have stayed there with you. It would be more fun than being up on the hill for a week with the rents. Call me when you get lonely. Kissy-kissy!

I smiled at Bert’s “Kissy-kissy,” which he used with me occasionally when he was being a little sentimental. I couldn’t imagine him actually kissing me, but I loved this un-macho side of him that made me feel special whenever it came out.

LCCal1277@gmail.com: Hey, dude, I’m glad you got home okay. Tell Cindy if she can’t afford a vibrator, she could try a zucchini or a beer bottle (cap removed, of course). If she was a guy, we’d call her pussy whipped, but I guess she’s more cock craving. 😊 The dorm seems virtually empty tonight. I think there are a couple of guys on the second floor and I did meet a guy on our floor today. He’s the only one on Third besides me. We actually went to the Frontier for chicken – empty! Make the best of your week at home. Take care! CC

I clicked on Gay Authors to pick up on a hot story I was following called “Jody, the Team, and the Navy.” I liked the character Jody. He was hot and masculine (like me) and loved to get fucked by his whole baseball team and by a bunch of Navy officers. What a slut! As I read his latest escapade, a cruise on a yacht with a bunch of officers, it occurred to me that I was actually identifying with his desire to please guys. Was I going to be as much a slut as Jody? I pondered that for a minute and finally decided that would be okay if I enjoy it as much as he does. I reckon a lot will depend on how things go this week with Alan and his “lessons.”

I heard the ping signifying a new message.

BandelierBert@yahoo.com: I’ll call Cindy tomorrow and deliver your suggestions. She’ll be down at the produce stand 10 minutes later!! Glad you aren’t the only one around. Who's this guy you met?

LCCal1277@gmail.com: You have to tell me Cindy’s response to my suggestions! He’s Alan and he’s in 315. I’ve seen him around but never met him until today. He’s tall – a little shorter than me – and dark and hairy. You’d recognize him, I’m sure. Seems nice. He’s from Canada so didn’t want to risk going home for break and having trouble getting back into the country. We’ll probably hang out some this week. Night, babe!

As you can see, I wasn’t entirely truthful with Bert about my interaction with Alan. I didn’t want to hide that I’d met him but, for obvious reasons, chose not to share my excitement about Alan with Bert.

I went back to my story about Jody and his experience being gangbanged on the upper deck of a house boat anchored in Chesapeake Bay. Damn! My dick was ready for another round by then but I decided to hold off and see what new pleasures tomorrow might bring. I closed my laptop and clicked off the light, falling into a contented sleep within a few minutes.