How the Corona Virus
Jump-Started My Sex Life

By: Kenneth Kirk
(© 2020 by the author)

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Chapter 8

Evening

 Alan and I enjoyed our scrumptious barbecue in the Third Floor Lounge, accompanied by my laptop playing my romantic music station on Pandora.  It still seemed a little weird to have so much space all to ourselves, but the sense of privacy was amazing.

While I swayed a bit to Adele’s “Someone Like You,” we talked about our sight-seeing trip to Quarai and about some other pueblo areas in the state.  We agreed we might take some other road trips in the region if time and weather permitted.  I felt my dick give a little throb when we talked about traveling together.  When I told Alan about the Gila Cliff Dwellings in southwestern New Mexico, he was very curious about them.  I noted it was about 250 miles from Albuquerque, so we would need to make it an over-night trip if we went there.

“I’m sure they have a nice campground,” I volunteered.

He grinned.  “Ever been fucked in a tent before?”

I giggled and blushed.  “Alan,” I whined, “I’ve never been fucked anywhere before.”

Chuckling, he whispered, “We’ll change that real soon.”

My blush deepened, but my heartbeat quickened immediately just as the melodious bass of Lou Rawls began belting out “You’ll Never Find Another Love Like Mine.”

Cocking his head to listen to the lyrics, Alan smiled.  “Listen to Lou Rawls, Cal,” he said smoothly.  “He’s telling you the truth!”

I wasn’t totally sure what Alan meant, so probably looked a little confused.

Alan reached out to clasp my hand while his tone took on a surprising seriousness.  “What we are developing this week is going to be a kind of friendship that you will never experience again.  Not quite the same anyhow.  So live and learn!”

I nodded and smiled at my beautiful man.

After dinner, we deposited our trash in the garbage can and walked to my room.  I dropped off the laptop and grabbed a light jacket.  We went to Alan’s room for a jacket and then went outside to the deep purple skies following the setting sun.  We cut through some parking lots until we reached Central Avenue, where we turned east on the old route 66 to walk through the chic urban shopping zone known as Nob Hill.  We passed some posh restaurants and clothing stores, a bank branch, a vintage clothing store, the old Lobo theater, a great Irish pub, a contemporary condo building, and even a Korean Barbecue joint.  Not many people were out with the University on spring break and people beginning to be fearful about being around strangers.  We passed a few people alone or in very small groups and I saw the first couple of people I had seen wearing masks.

When we reached the Cold Stone Creamery, Alan asked, “Fancy an ice cream?”

“Sure,” I said and we strolled into the little building.  One couple sat at a corner table enjoying their cones while a teenaged girl lounged behind the counter.  She served us with little enthusiasm, but we were soon back outside with our double dips.  Alan’s was Rocky Road and mine was Peanut Butter Cup.  We sat on a short wall as we ate and watched the almost deserted street.

“It seems really quiet, doesn’t it?” I inquired.

“Yep.  Sort of strange.  It’s almost like we‘re the only people in the world,” Alan said.

After we finished off the ice cream, we walked a few blocks further, before crossing Central Avenue and walking back on the other side of the street.  The whole walk was very relaxed, one could say “romantic” even, although we never touched or made goo-goo eyes at each other.  Still, I felt myself relaxing into a friendship with this mysterious and god-like man.  Even with all the unknowns and a vague sense of vulnerability, I still felt safe with him.  I couldn’t imagine him hurting me even if I were to give him more control of me, of my body.

Back at the dorm, Alan handed me one of the enema kits he had bought at Walmart.  When I realized what he was giving me, my heart skipped.

“You know what to do with that, right?”

“Uhm, yeah.  I guess so,” I muttered.

“Good.  I’ll meet you in the showers in half an hour.  Okay?”

“Yes.”  He stared intensely at me and didn’t move.  “Sir,” I added.

He smiled and gestured towards the showers.

Learning Lots

Awkwardly, I performed my tasks in the common bathroom.  It wasn’t particularly unpleasant, but wasn’t really fun either.  I laughed as I realized I was going through this ugly and somewhat gross time to prepare for something I hoped would be exciting, maybe even beautiful.  I knew the next few hours might be life changing for me, an intensification of the life-changing experiences of the past 24 hours.  After refilling the squeeze-bottle with warm water from the lavatory a couple of times and rinsing my guts, I could tell the water I expelled was clear.  I deemed my first douche a success and tossed the carton and instruction sheet in the trash bin.

I had been relaxing under the warm water for several minutes before Alan showed up.  From the moment he entered the big shower room, he exuded a firm dominant attitude that I immediately detected.  He took the showerhead beside me without acknowledging my presence.  When he had wet his body and relaxed for a minute, he handed me his body lotion and turned his back to me.  I set to work scrubbing and massaging his body, much as I had yesterday. 

Like yesterday, when I had washed all of him, he returned the favor with less caressing and more scrubbing, but still gently cleaning me.  He spent extra time on my butt, working a finger inside me to open me a bit.  It felt awesome as did the second finger and the push/pull motions he was making with them.  Eventually, he inserted a third finger and began pulling out from the center with all his fingers, forcing my sphincter to open wider than before.  I found this just a bit uncomfortable more because I anticipated pain than from any actual pain I felt.  After what seemed like 10 minutes to me, he finally withdrew and moved back under his shower to rinse off.

In a rather emotionless voice, he said, “My room.  Five minutes.”  He shut off his shower and walked away.  I rinsed as he toweled himself off, but by the time I got to the anteroom where my towel hung, he was just heading out the door into the hallway.

I quickly brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and donned my scarlet Aussie Bum briefs to present myself at his door, which was ajar when I arrived.  I rapped lightly.

“Enter,” he said in a commanding voice.

He was sitting against the headboard of his bed, his big cock lounging across his balls and nuzzling the sheets between his hairy thighs.  He looked gorgeous and spotless, his almost-black hair shining as it clumped into curls atop his head.  His amber eyes looked brightly at me, but he didn’t smile, though his lips parted slightly when I entered.

“Close the door,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Yes, sir,” I muttered as I complied.

He pointed at the foot of his bed, between his luscious legs.  “Suck me.”

My heartrate increased in an instant as I looked at the big cock he was now holding up from his body, getting it positioned for my mouth.  I felt a rush of blood into my dick as I looked at him splayed out below me, offering himself to me.

I crawled onto the bed brushing against his soccer-honed leg muscles and feeling the drag of his heavy leg hair across my own more modestly covered legs.  Soon my knees were inside his and I could grasp his cock as he released it to me.  It felt hot to the touch and was semi-hard already.  I thought how incredible a man’s cock is.  Any cock, all cocks are incredible works of art, magical in how they grow and stiffen with no externally visible reason; how quickly they transform from sleeping illusions to fiery visions, from snakes to steel poles, just as Alan’s fuckstick was doing right in my hand.  I leaned down and planted a tender kiss on this part of him that would soon create a new man in me, change me forever, and perhaps delight me as never before.  In anticipation, my dick released a drop of precum into my Aussie Bums.  The underwear was becoming uncomfortable as my dick became longer.  I adjusted my dick off to the side and turned my attention to Alan.

Soon I took him all the way to the root but, as his lifeblood strengthened it, within a few moments it had engorged to the point that I could not take its length without opening my throat.  I tried but gagged.  After several gagging attempts, Alan pushed on the base of his cock so that it flattened out almost parallel to his legs.  To stay on it, I had to back up and drop my head lower which forced my head to tilt back and miraculously opened my throat enough that I could then move forward and take him to the root.

“Yes,” he groaned as I kissed his pubes.  I swallowed a few times to Alan’s great joy, judging from his gasps and groans.  He let me continue to exercise my throat in this way for several minutes before finally stopping me.

“Stand and strip,” he said.

I did, dropping the red briefs on the floor to release my overly-constrained dick, all to my great relief.

Alan moved off his bed to stand beside me.  “On your back; head off the edge of the mattress.”

It took me a moment to translate his words into a position and then execute the movements required to get myself into that position.  As I lowered my head over the edge of the bed and opened my mouth wide, he stepped in front of me to place his cockhead against my lips.  Half a second passed with his dewy glans kissing my lips before it began moving through my lips, opening my mouth as it crossed my tongue seeking entrance to my throat.

I still had to work hard to open my throat when the massive cock drove in, to give him a welcoming squeeze when he was deep inside, and to manage my breathing when I could.  Alan moved at a modest pace while I worked to synchronize all my internal movements to the position of the amazing cock.  When he deemed me ready, he increased the speed and force of his thrusts, which I found very sexy.  In that way we enjoyed a rigorous BJ for a while until his cock swelled inside me like it was about to explode.  Moments later it did explode, sending several large blasts straight into my stomach.  Before his fourth blast, Alan pulled back enough that the head of his cock lay on my tongue as the final several cumblasts occurred.  I was quite grateful to get to taste this part of his orgasm.

He rested a few seconds before he withdrew his cock from me.  He took my shoulders and lifted me up until my weight shifted enough to allow me to easily sit upright with my back toward him.

Through his rapid breathing, he said, “Fix us bourbon and sevens.”

I got off the bed, retrieved glasses, opened his tiny fridge, grabbed a handful of ice, plunked a couple of ice cubes in each glass, poured in shots of bourbon, and filled the glasses with 7-Up.  While I was doing that, he sat down on the bed and resumed his original position against the headboard.  As I handed him his drink, I noticed his face was slightly flushed and that his cock was still long and thick but not as rigid as before.  It was also a bit red from the friction and wet from our juices.  Mine was rock-hard and throbbing. 

“Sit,” he said.

I sat towards the end of the bed in the area between the edge of the mattress and his outstretched feet.

“You did well, Cal,” he said quietly.

“Thank you, Sir.  It was a pleasure,” I commented truthfully.

As we sipped our drinks, he spoke quietly but authoritatively in explaining his plans for the evening.

“What we are going to do a few minutes from now will not only change your life, it will change who you are.  It will put you in touch with the core of what makes you a unique and special person.  It will allow you – no, force you – to experience feelings you’ve not even been able to imagine before.  At first it may be very strange and uncomfortable.  It will probably hurt a little, too.  I’ll be patient and I will help you, but you need to be prepared for some pain for just a few seconds.  If you feel pain, you need to concentrate on relaxing your ass, on not trying to close it and keep me out.”

How do I relax my ass? I wondered.

“How do you relax your ass? You might ask.”

Damn, he was perceptive.  For the first time I realized he had a good amount of experience with man-to-man sex.  He must.  In answer to his question, I nodded.  “Yes, I am wondering that, Sir.”

“Push.  Push out like you’re trying to take a shit.”

He paused while I thought of the movement.

“The sooner you can relax your ass, the quicker the pain will stop.  But, rest assured, it will stop.  When the pain goes away, it will be replaced by feelings you will find pleasant and when I thrust into you, you will begin to feel pleasure.  You’re going to enjoy this, Cal.”

He smiled at me for the first time since dinner.  That smile was as comforting as it was breath-taking.  “Bottoms up!” he called as he upended his glass to drain the last of the liquid from it.  I finished my drink and set our glasses on the sink. 

When I turned around, he was standing beside the bed, startling me a bit with his movement.

“Lie down on your back and spread your legs wide.”

My heartbeat was very strong as I complied with his demands.  He stepped to the nightstand and removed a tube of lube and a condom from the drawer before he climbed onto the bed between my legs in an almost identical position as I had used before going down on him. 

“Lift your legs.”

It seemed very strange to raise my legs up towards the ceiling while he was in that position, but it was also exciting to think about what I was showing him.  He moved forward until his knees were rubbing my butt cheeks.  He squeezed some lube onto his fingers and placed them against my sphincter where they circled my intimate opening.  I felt my skin getting sticky with the lube, another somewhat weird feeling.  In just a moment, a finger slipped into my hole feeling almost the same as it had in the shower a little while earlier.  He twirled his finger and my heart sent a shot of blood to my erection making it strain against my abdomen.  He pushed another finger into me and soon I heard a moan.  It was when he began finger-fucking me with both fingers I realized the sounds I was hearing were coming from me.  After less than a minute of this unusual, but sexy, movement, he added two fingers from his other hand and did that pulling out thing he had done in the shower.  This almost hurt and I wondered if my sphincter could spread open enough for his thick cock not to make the skin rip.  After a minute or so, he withdrew all his fingers and I felt emptier in my butt than I ever had before.  He tore open the condom packet and rolled the latex down his shaft, something I had never seen before.  He put a giant dollop of lube on his cock and smeared it all the way down his shaft, jacking his already hard cock a few times.

When all his preparation was complete, he rose up on his knees and looked deeply into my eyes for a moment.  “Are you ready to become the real you?”

That was a pretty stunning question and he kindly waited until I was able to nod and squeak out, “Yes, Sir.”

Alan smiled as he squirted yet another dollop of lube into his palm.  He grabbed his cock with the other hand and leaned forward over my body a bit.  He caught my calves with his shoulders and leaned further forward.  This pushed my calves back over my torso and lifted my ass off the bed.  He shocked me by grabbing my dripping cock in his greasy palm and jacking me a few times.  This sudden action took my mind away from what he was doing there between my legs focusing my attention on the amazing sensations in my cock.  I was drawn deeply to the feelings in my cock until suddenly I felt great pressure under my balls followed quickly by a pain like my ass was being consumed by fire from within. 

“Oh!” I wailed.  “Shit!”

“Relax, Cal,” he commanded.  “Push, remember?”

I struggled to unclamp my clenching muscles and push outward.  The most amazing thing happened!  As soon as I began pushing against his cock, it slowly began sliding deeper.  I felt the fullness but the pain quickly dissipated until it was gone.

“Oh,” I said, more in surprise than any other emotion.

As Alan’s cock slid deeper inside, the feeling of fullness doubled and then doubled again.  I couldn’t believe how long he felt in me, how deeply he was penetrating.  And he was still coming in!

My ass seemed determined to accommodate this new member.  Although it felt totally weird to me, it was no longer painful, just unique in my life experience.  “Oh, God!” I moaned as he continued to stuff me.  Finally, when it felt like I had sat on a fire hydrant, he stopped.  “Oh,” I moaned.

“Are you good?”

I took a moment to assess how I felt before I answered.  “Yeah, uhm, yeah.  Okay.”

“Good.”  He was still for a moment and I became aware that he had dropped my swollen dick and was watching me intently. 

Just when I wondered what was next, he began to pull his spectacular cock out, away from me.  In only a moment, I detected an emptiness where I had felt his cock but couldn’t feel it now.  Irrationally I worried if he was finished, if this was all there was.  Just when it felt as if he was about to pull out completely, he stopped for a second.  Then he pushed all the way back inside me until he was as deep as before.  As his cock reopened the inches of my ass, I moaned rather continuously.

Our eyes locked for a moment as he smiled.  He only looked at me for a second or two before pulling out a second time.  This time his entrance was firm and I felt breath pushed out of me when he got all the way in.  For the next fifteen minutes he fucked me in a fine release of his masculinity upon my receptive body.  Every time he achieved full penetration breath would burst out in a sort of “ooof” sound followed by a moan.  I couldn’t believe how exciting this was.  It was without doubt the most exciting, the most intense thing that had ever happened to me.  Oh, fuck!

Unconsciously I grabbed my dick, but I only got about one stroke in before Alan batted my hand away.  He took firm hold of my dick, but did not jack it, just held it tightly maybe squeezing it a bit.  This was frustrating because I needed to cum.  After a while, Alan’s speed picked up and he was pounding me relentlessly, but I was loving every inward jab and outward stroke.  Both of us were breathing loudly and moaning, grunting, and exclaiming continually.  He began to stroke my dick in sync with his pounding of my ass.  Within about 3 strokes, I felt my body begin to collect the energy needed for a very big orgasm.  A few strokes later that energy broke through and I felt my balls fire and Alan’s wonderful fuckstick slammed my ass again.

“Aaiieeeee!” I screamed as the first gigantic blast of white lava blasted out of my glans and sailed over my body to splat somewhere on the headboard.  A second shot cleared my body before coming to earth, but the third shot landed across my body to leave a string of goo from my hairline across my cheek to my clavicle.  About then, Alan began screaming, too, as his gonads erupted to fill the condom in my ass with his own blasts of splooge.

To be continued...

Posted: 09/11/2020