How the Corona Virus
Jump-Started My Sex Life

By: Kenneth Kirk
(© 2020 by the author)

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Chapter 7

A Day Together

That Sunday turned out to be one of the most unique and exciting days of my life, at least to that point.  Since it was over a week before classes would resume and no one else was around and neither Alan nor I had a job, we had no commitments and no intrusion into our own private world on the third floor of the dorm.

After I had given Alan his requested wake-up blow job and he had forbidden me from any form of masturbation, he went to take a shower while I returned to my room (352, by the way) to get dressed.  A little while later we walked over to the only Food Service Facility in operation on campus during Spring Break.  It was about 9:15 when we arrived, but the line was still in operation since it was a Sunday.  We each had a hearty breakfast of eggs, hashbrowns, sausage, and waffles along with some juice and coffee.

We picked an isolated table for two against the windows and counted a total of 13 other people eating in the vast room.  Alan and I discussed the fact that we had no obligations for the entire Spring Break except that we each had some reading we wanted to do to get a jump on the last part of the semester.  I also had a term paper in Freshman Comp I thought I would work on during the break.

When we were done with breakfast, Alan said, “So, we have a couple of goals for the week.  Most importantly, we’ve agreed that I’ll allow you to service my sexual needs while I train you in how to do that.”

I should be embarrassed by that, I thought, but in fact I was quite excited to hear him state it out loud.  “Yes,” I nodded.

“We’ll conduct training with a morning blowjob and a long evening session and maybe some afternoon sessions, too.  We’ll see how it develops.”

That sounded wonderful to me.  I nodded and smiled.

Alan grinned at me.  “Yeah, you have no clue how much you’re going to love your new life taking care of my cock.”  He took a sip of coffee.  “Our second goal will not be as much fun, but it will give us a chance to recover from so much sex.  We each have some studying to do, so we’ll allow a few hours each day for study time.  That will give us both a real leg up during the rest of the semester and make it easier to carve out some time for continuing your training once classes resume.”

“That sounds good,” I said truthfully.

“The rest of the time, we can hang out, find some fun things to do.  Cool?”

This was shaping up to be an extremely good week.  “Cool, yes!”

“I like your enthusiasm!”

“So, what’s our agenda for the rest of today?” I asked.

“I think today should be doing something fun.  The weather’s nice and it would be great to get out of the city.  Don’t you think?”

“Yes, I do.  Where would you like to go?” I asked.

“Hmm.”  Alan scrunched up his face as though he was thinking deeply. 

I chuckled because he looked quite boyish and cute doing that.

“You’re the native of New Mexico,” he said.  “What would you suggest?”

“We could go to Santa Fe, but that’s going to another city.”

“Another time,” he said.  “Let’s go where we can hike or do something outside.”

We discussed hiking on top of Sandia Mountain, but decided it would still be icy and cold there.  We talked about Bandelier National Monument near Los Alamos and a drive through the Jemez Valley, but finally decided on a rather remote place called Quarai Pueblo that was about 60 miles south of Albuquerque.  I’d been there with my family a few years before, so knew it is one of those curious off-the-beaten-path places that are uniquely New Mexican.  I thought Alan would find it interesting since he is from a completely different part of the world.

We took our dirty dishes to the clean-up window and each grabbed an apple, a banana, and a couple of granola bars before we left.  We wouldn’t be on campus at lunchtime, so we needed some provisions for our trip.  As we returned to the dorm to get ready to leave, I found myself suddenly quite excited about the adventure we were about to have.

We took a few minutes at the dorm to change into jeans and hiking boots, grab some water bottles, and my small backpack for carrying our supplies.  We pulled out of the dorm parking lot in Alan’s Durango at 10:30.  I couldn’t help but hope that this was only the first of many times I would be alone with him in his Durango.

We were headed south on I-25 out of the city within about 10 minutes and reached our destination, Quarai at Salinas Pueblo Missions National Monument, about noon.  We parked at the small visitors’ center where the only two vehicles were a beige Toyota Sienna van from Texas and a rather beat-up National Park Services Jeep.  The immediate vicinity was desert, but you could see some nice mountains a few miles to the west and a good stand of trees near the main ruins.  The ruins themselves dated from the 1620’s and were pretty much the stone foundations of a moderately large pueblo from that era.  Mostly the site was comprised of the foundations standing about a foot high with some low walls a few feet tall made from the same stones and some sort of mortar or adobe.  The complex was a sizeable church building with adjacent rooms that were said to be a convent and then a small village of homes, stables, and work areas.  The part that had been the church was better preserved with walls between 6 feet and 20 feet high in most places.

Alan and I spent about an hour and a half tramping around the ruins.  Shortly after we entered the area, we saw a mom and dad and 3 teenagers walk back to the visitors’ center and drive away in the Sienna.  We were alone in the vastness of this abandoned village.

While I was reading a plaque in the main room of the church, Alan disappeared from view.  When I called out, he answered from a side room, so I wandered over there.  When I went through the doorway, I saw him facing me, his jeans and briefs around his ankles and his semi-hard cock in his hand.

“Whoa!” I said with a big grin.

He laughed.  “We might as well take advantage of the solitude in this place.  Come over here and blow me.”

Quickly I was on my knees in the dusty dirt floor, my mouth stuffed with his fat cock.  There was something extra exciting about doing this in a public place, even if no one else was anywhere near us.  As I went to town on his cock, it stiffened quickly and he started pushing into my throat.  Of course, I gagged, which he rather enjoyed.  Soon he had taken control and was controlling the BJ with some serious thrusts.  Before long, his breathing rate increased and his moans became loud enough to actually echo off the walls of the little anteroom.  Then, to my disappointment, he abruptly pulled out.

“That’s enough for right now,” he said.  He lifted my chin so we could look at each other.  “I know you’re disappointed, but you’ll get your treat later.”

“Promise?”  I stood, adjusted my erection, and brushed the dust off the knees of my jeans.

“Of course.”  He pulled his jeans up and rebuttoned them.  As we continued through the ruins, I savored the after-taste of his cock even though I had only gotten a couple of drops of precum.  After we completed the tour of the main ruins, the trail meandered into a grove of cottonwood trees that were about halfway through the leafing-out process.  It was quiet and cool amongst the trees and created the illusion that we were the only people in the world.  I found that idea surprisingly exciting.

“I love the bright green of these leaves,” Alan commented as he pulled me off the trail into a somewhat dense section of the forest. 

In no time I was on my knees again with Alan’s great cock buried in my throat. 

“Take your time.  Have fun,” he said as he leaned against the strong trunk of a mature tree.

I had a lot of fun as I practiced licking, sucking, squeezing, and bouncing on his cock.  I also enjoyed playing with his substantial balls, tickling his pucker, rubbing his taint lightly, fondling his washboard abs, and even reaching high enough to pinch his erect nipples.  His verbal responses coupled with his jerks and twitches convinced me that he was enjoying every bit of my service almost as much as I was.  We were thus engaged in an unhurried BJ for nearly 20 minutes, I suppose, before I could tell by his intense thrusting and his almost constant moaning that he was nearing his release.  When it came, it was a doozy and I struggled to keep it all in my mouth until I could swallow it down.  When he was done, I gently milked him for a few more dollops and cleaned up the surface of his cock.  I enjoyed that almost as much as any other part of the event.  Eventually he pulled me up to a standing position and embraced me.  I continued to be surprised by these little shows of affection which were becoming very important to me.

“Now, wasn’t that worth the wait?” he asked with a leering smile.

I may have blushed a little, but I grinned and nodded, content to say, “Yes, Sir!  It sure was.”

“Good.  Can I have a banana?” he inquired.

“Sure,” I said as I unzipped my backpack and extracted the two bananas.  We quietly peeled back the banana skins and stuck them in our mouths.  I couldn’t help but giggle as I thought this reminded me of going down on him.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he teased.

I blushed a bit.  “Yeah, I’m sure you can guess.  But your cock is much thicker than this banana.”

He tilted his head back and laughed deeply in a throaty masculine baritone.  I loved to see him so relaxed and, perhaps, happy.

After we’d finished eating and had some long sips of water, we continued on the trail as it looped through the trees and headed back to the visitors’ center and the exit.  For a few minutes he kept one arm around my shoulders as we walked and that was also very nice.

When we got back to the Durango, I suggested we take a different road back, which Alan was happy to do.  We drove north along some secondary highways that paralleled the east foothills of the Manzano Mountains.  Alan was surprised when I told him “manzano” is the Spanish word for apple.

“I can see right now that you’re a very good tour guide.”

I felt myself beaming in his praise.  I chuckled.  “As long as we stay in New Mexico.”

He smiled.  “Every guide has his area, right?”

In due time we passed through the quaint old Mexican village called Tijeras that sits in a canyon through which I-40 goes west to Albuquerque, Arizona, and California and east to Texas, Oklahoma, and North Carolina.  Once we got on the interstate, we only traveled about 5 miles until we came to a little rise in the road followed by a long slope down into the Rio Grande Valley and the metropolis of Albuquerque.

“Wow!” Alan remarked, “this is a great view of the whole city.”

“You should see it at night with all the city lights stretched out below,” I said.

“Maybe you’ll show it to me later.”

“Of course,” I grinned.  It was very exciting to be making plans for the future with Alan.

Quickly he guided the car onto the first Albuquerque exit, marked Tramway Road and Central Avenue.  I had expected he would have stayed on the highway to get to campus faster.

“We need to pick up a few things,” he mumbled as an explanation.

Shopping for Supplies

Our first stop was a windowless concrete block building painted lavender that turned out to be an adult bookstore and video arcade.  I was quite nervous going into such a place, but I wasn’t about to wimp out in front of Alan.  The interior was a veritable treasure-trove of pornographic videotapes, DVDs, and magazines with eye-catching photos of nude chicks and dudes (or just dudes) on the covers.  Holy shit, I thought.  Alan ignored all that and took me up to the counter where a slightly grungy-looking middle-aged guy was surfing on his computer. 

Looking over his reading glasses, he mumbled, “Help you?”

Alan answered, “My buddy needs a dildo.”

Instantly I felt blood rush to my face like water over Niagara.  Shit!  What was this guy going to think of me?

The sales clerk glanced at me as a sort of smirk appeared at the corners of his mouth.  His lips parted in a grin that showed stained and crooked teeth.  “Yeah?”

“Yeah.  I’m thinking 6 or 7 inches long and not too thin nor too thick.”

Jeez!  Could this get any more embarrassing?

The man turned around to inspect a rack of merchandise behind him.  When I looked at the rack for the first time, I realized it was crowded with fake dicks.  Black, flesh-colored, even one bright blue.  Some came with balls and some without.  One was, like, 18” long and had heads on each end!  What the hell?

After a moment, the clerk selected a pinkish model that looked a little smaller than Alan’s cock to me.  He plopped it down on the counter and said, “This one is 6 and a half inches long with a girth of 5”.  That about right?”

“What do you think?”  It was Alan’s voice and it was a moment before I realized he was talking to me.

Fuck!  I blushed even harder.  It was finally dawning on me that he was getting this for me, for my ass.  Shit!  I looked back at the grotesque object, trying to imagine how that would feel up my shitter. 

As I was trying to formulate my thoughts, Alan got tired of waiting.  “We’ll take it,” he told the clerk.  He dug a couple of twenties out of his jeans and laid them on the counter.  In just a moment the clerk handed him a few bucks in change, plopped the fake schlong into a plain brown bag along with a receipt and handed it to Alan, who immediately handed it to me.

“Dildos cannot be returned,” the clerk muttered.

Alan nodded and sort of pushed me out the door.

As we walked back to the car, Alan chuckled and said, “Now, that was fun.”

“Fuck!” I said.  “Do you realize how embarrassed I am?”

“I do.  That’s why it was so much fun.”

“Jeez,” I moaned feeling quite sorry for myself as I gripped the unreal cock in my hand.  Damn, it did feel rather sexy, though.

We climbed into the car.  As he started the engine, Alan turned toward me and said, “You know, Cal, it doesn’t matter what that guy thinks about us.  It’s not like he’s never sold somebody a dildo before.  And, besides, we’ll never see him again.  So, who cares what he thinks?”

I sat for a minute, mulling over Alan’s words.  That made sense.  I looked back at him and smiled weakly.  “You’re right.  It just caught me unprepared.”

A few minutes later, we stopped at Walmart, where Alan bought a couple of bags of chips with some dips and salsa along with a couple of liters of Coke.  Then he pushed the cart to the Health and Beauty section with me trailing along behind like a confused puppy.  My embarrassment was renewed as Alan tossed 4 enemas into the cart followed by a tube of K-Y jelly and a box of Magnums.  That made it pretty obvious what his agenda was.  I was horribly embarrassed and thoroughly excited.  In fact, my erection strained against the front of my Levi’s as we moved to the checkout stands.  Thank God, he chose the self-checkout so I didn’t have to endure the scrutiny of a bored checker.

Our final stop before going back to campus was a wonderful, family-owned barbecue joint called Powdrell’s, where we got a couple of big take-out dinners. 

I was pretty sure this was going to be a night to remember!

To be continued...

Posted: 09/04/2020