How the Coronavirus Jump-Started my Sex Life - 6. Chapter 6

The Morning After

I had set the alarm on my phone for 7:20 so I had time to shower and shave before heading off to wake Alan. No one else was around while I did my ablutions in the common shower room. The pervading silence was eerie and for a moment I thought it would be a good scene in a horror flick: The innocent ingénue alone, naked, and vulnerable, ripe for the plucking by the sadistic pervert with the huge wanton cock. By the time I was finished shaving, I was rock hard and dripping. I guess I’d gotten myself ready for my first morning with the luscious Alan.

As I walked back to my room, I found myself humming “Stay With Me” and thinking of the caress of Alan’s fingers on my cheek last night. Uhm!

A few minutes later, I knocked lightly on the door marked 315. All I heard was silence. I rapped again a bit harder. There was a slight rustling noise from inside.

“Come in, Cal.”

I tried the door and found it unlocked. I stepped inside and found him starting to sit up in his bed on the left side of the room. His dark curls were all akimbo and his eyelids were only half open but his strong hair-covered pecs emerged from the sheet to cause a catch in my breath.

He picked up a water bottle from the top of his nightstand, unscrewed the cap, and drank about half of it. That seemed to wake him up. He smiled and looked me up and down. “Cool undies, man!”

I smiled at his compliment. I was wearing the yellow Andrew Christian briefs I had set out for after the shower last night but never put on. I liked the way they displayed my package, which, of course, was pretty impressive in my aroused state.

“Turn around,” he said in his half questioning, half demanding way.

Knowing he wanted to check out my ass, my thoughts immediately turned to a picture of him rapidly fucking me. I almost moaned as I turned to look at his door.

“Nice ass!” he said.

“Thank you,” I said and then hastily added, “Sir.”

“Yes. Those briefs certainly show off your butt nice with that seam up the back. Tonight might be the time to let you learn how much pleasure that ass is going to give you when I sink my cock into it.”

“Oh!” I moaned as my dick throbbed.

Alan threw the sheet back, exposing his furry belly, naked erection, and well-muscled legs. I gasped at the sight.

“Come sit by me,” he said quietly, patting the mattress beside his hip as he shifted to the right.

I sat down where he indicated, which put me mere inches from rigid cock. Our eyes locked and my heart lurched at the fierce intimacy of our connection. He smiled and put his hand on my right shoulder as he began gently pushing me down towards his groin.

“This time it’s just about taking my morning load quick and easy,” he instructed.

I licked my lips in anticipation and he chuckled. “Go on,” he encouraged as I looked down at his beautiful cock. I grasped his fleshpole, tilted my neck, and kissed his glans tenderly. Alan gasped. I let my lips part and slide down opposite sides of the helmet. In a short moment I felt the pointed end against my tongue and captured my first taste of his fluid. My lips dropped over the rim of the helmet into the valley connecting it to his throbbing shaft and he groaned, “Yeah!”
Without stopping, I slowly slid down the long shaft, surprised again at its thickness and its alive-ness. I could feel each beat of his heart as the blood flowed into the already turgid shaft. Soon, his cockhead was pressed against the back of my mouth and my gag reflex was gaining strength. I forced it into my throat, but could only get maybe an inch in before I felt a strong gag begin. The resulting squeeze my throat gave to its intruder must have felt good because Alan hollered out, “Oh, god, fuck!”

I was able to keep the cock buried in my throat a few more seconds until a second gag had ended. Then I pulled back until only 3 or 4 inches remained in my mouth before I pushed down to begin Alan’s morning blow job in earnest. He wanted it quick so I never slowed down, just vacuuming him as well as I could until he grabbed the back of my head, pushed down, and flooded my mouth and throat with the nectar he had been building all night for me.

He screamed some gibberish with each of about 6 or 7 spurts of delicious spunk before his fountain went dry. Immediately he began to soften while I gently sucked and licked, earning a few final drops of his life force before he pulled me off.

For a minute or two he held my head against his firm abdomen as it rose and fell with his deep breathing. From my vantage point I could observe the biological process of his cock returning to its normal post-orgasmic flaccid state. Several more drops of cum oozed out over the next couple of minutes. Each time, I would slip down his belly and tenderly lick up the fluid. This always caused Alan to twitch and catch his breath. I loved the knowledge that I was responsible for giving my idol so much pleasure to start this Sunday off.

Eventually, Alan’s breathing was normal and his cock was at its nearly-normal size with no more oozing. Alan’s hands grasped my shoulder and my forehead as he began turning me and pulling me up his torso. “Come here,” he whispered.

I moved up until my face was just inches from his. My eyes roamed his features, taking in his clear skin, fine straight nose, eyes that were mesmerizing with their yellowish-brown hues, well-formed ears, sweaty dark curls, and finally those luscious lips. As I was inspecting his face, his lips parted and curled into a full smile, allowing me to also see the gleaming brilliance of his teeth. They parted and he said, “Kiss me, babe.”

My heart leaped as I looked back into his eyes to be sure he meant what he said. I saw something encouraging there, though I wasn’t sure if it was acceptance, excitement, satisfaction, or want. Whatever it was, I knew it was good and that he was approving of me.

So, I leaned down until my lips met his for a warm and tender kiss. Though our lips were parted, our tongues remained uninvolved in the kiss, yet it was a lovely and intimate bit of affection that might have been more important than the feast I had just been given. After half a minute, he pushed back on my shoulders and our lips separated. I looked again into his incredible eyes.

“I’m very pleased with you, Cal,” he smiled.

Those were some of the best words I could have hoped to hear.

“Frankly, you are so good at sucking cock, I have trouble believing you haven’t done it before.”

“Uhm, really, Alan, I promise. You are my first.”

“I believe you.” He grinned. “Fortunately for me, you are a natural-born cocksucker. That’s for sure!”

Normally, being called a cocksucker would be offensive, but I knew that he was not trying to insult me, but merely expressing the truth in his very direct way.

“Thank you, Sir,” I replied with a grin.

He pushed me a bit more as he slipped out from under my chest. He turned so we were each on one side facing each other with our pectorals just a couple of inches apart. He leaned forward to place another affectionate kiss on my lips.

Backing away again, he said, “You go get dressed while I get a shower. I’ll come to your room when I’m ready and we’ll go to breakfast. I’m starved!”

“Okay,” I agreed and rolled off the bed to stand facing him.

He sat upright in the bed. “By the way, I think it’s quite clear that you are very comfortable in the role of sucking me, of helping me get off.” He grasped my shoulders with both hands and looked deeply into my eyes. “Would you agree?”

“Yeah.” I nodded, “I suppose so. What we did last night and just now has been the most exciting thing to ever happen to me.”

Alan smiled. “I thought so, but I wanted to check in with you. Remember, I don’t want to push you to do anything you don’t want to do. We’ll have some more chances for you to try new stuff and find out exactly what you like to do with other guys.”

“Thanks,” I responded.

He smiled and his grip on my shoulders became gentle caresses. “Good,” he nodded. “Now, go to your room!” he ordered with a smile. “I’ll be there in half an hour to get you for breakfast.”

He released my shoulders and I turned toward the door. As I walked away, he gave a wolf-whistle and said, “You ass looks quite delicious in your Andrew Christian’s.”

I smiled and pulled the door closed behind me.