How the Corona Virus
Jump-Started My Sex Life

By: Kenneth Kirk
(© 2020 by the author)

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Chapter 9

The New Me

 Alan left his cock buried in my utterly relaxed asshole for a minute or two after we had both had our incredible orgasms.  Gradually I felt his shaft shorten a bit and soften, though it didn’t really seem less filling than it had been when he was hard as steel.  When his breathing slowed almost to normal, he looked down at me, locking his captivating amber eyes onto mine. 

“How are you, babe?” he asked quietly.

My mouth was agape as I drew in as much air as I could, but I smiled at him when he asked that question.

I received a beautiful grin in return.  Sticky fingertips touched my cheek in a gentle caress leading to a full-palm cupping of my jaw.  “You were amazing, Cal,” he cooed.

“You were amazing, Alan.  Sir.”

His grin broadened.  He pulled back a few inches and his spent cock slipped slowly out of my open hole.  Immediately I felt the loss of the physical connection and the sexual intimacy.  A cloud must have crossed my face, because Alan’s smile dissipated.

“What just happened?” he asked.

“Uh,” I stumbled as I tried to find the right words to answer him.  After a moment, I responded, “It’s just that I miss the feeling of your cock in me and the intimacy of that.”

Alan threw his head back and gifted me with that lovely deep baritone laugh I had already learned to crave.  “God, Cal, you are the most natural bottom I’ve ever met.”  He continued to stroke my jawline.

I couldn’t quite tell if he was putting me down or just being honest.

He must’ve read my thought because he quickly added, “That’s a wonderful thing, Cal.  It means we have discovered how you can get the most pleasure from your sexual encounters.  And the good news is that the guys lucky enough to be with you will get the most pleasure from giving you the cock you will always want.”

Alan shifted his knees and lay down upon me, bringing his other hand to the other side of my face.  Gently holding my head on each side, he looked deeply into my eyes from a few inches away.  “You are going to be immensely popular with guys like me who want to fuck and get blown.  For us to find a gorgeous guy with a hot mouth and deep asshole like yours is like the best thing we could ever hope for.”

“Thanks, I guess.”

“You’re welcome, babe.  I’m glad we met when we did and how we did.  I promise this Spring Break will be a week you will never forget.  I’ll never forget it either, I’m sure.”

He cuddled with me all night, his big cock plastered against my butt most of the night.  Near morning I felt it harden and Alan begun gently humping against my buns in his sleep.  Eventually, he woke and I felt him shifting on the bed a bit before he reached a goopy finger to my sphincter where he circled and pressed until my ass opened for him.  After a brief lubing, he pushed me over onto my stomach and entered me.  I cried out in gratitude as his hard bulk filled my still-relaxed ass and removed that empty feeling I’d had all night.  He fucked me gently and slowly into his mattress for a long time.  I found this unbelievably erotic and intimate.  I think I was at the very door of Nirvana when he finally began to speed up his thrusting.  He only pounded me for maybe a minute before filling the new condom in my ass.  After he had pulled out and I had rolled onto my back, he lifted the condom over my mouth and squeezed its contents onto my eager tongue to give me my reward.

Later

From then on, Alan fucked me at least twice a day, giving me spectacular experiences and unbelievable orgasms every time.  We didn’t neglect my training in cocksucking either and I became a master at deep-throating his big cock.  I loved receiving his essence in hot, tasty blasts that filled my mouth and soothed my throat at the conclusion of those exciting BJs.  Alan taught me every fuck position he could imagine from missionary to doggie style, standing, sitting on his cock and riding, on my side and stomach, and even over the back of the sofa in the TV room, which was almost like standing on my head.  I loved every one of these positions, but found that me absolute favorite was standing and leaning over in the shower or over a table.  That was my favorite position because I learned to take the  f

The dildo he’d bought was also put into good use many times.  It was fun, but never turned me on like the real flesh and blood fuckstick Alan carried with him all the time.  I learned about prostate massage and how tasty my man’s butt could be when he taught me to rim his fine hole.

In what seemed like the final exam of my sexual training course, he gently fucked me for more than half an hour, always stopping when he got near cumming.  Finally he gave himself his orgasm.  When he withdrew he inserted the dildo and fucked me with it until I had an earth-shattering climax.  He kept fucking me after my orgasm while he climbed over me and fed his cock into my mouth.  After a few minutes of deep throating, he pulled out of my throat, stood us both up, pulled the dildo out, and proceeded to mount me again, pounding me for another half an hour or so before filling another rubber.

After he had fed me my reward from the condom and we’d caught our breath, he kissed me gently on the lips.  “You’ve done an amazing job this week, babe,” he said through a proud smile.  “Only 10 days ago you were a virgin and today you’ve deep-throated like a champ and been fucked for more than an hour and a half non-stop.  You’ve eaten 3 loads from me and had your own massive climax.  How do you feel?”

I took a moment to reflect on his summary of my experiences.  “I’m very happy I’ve learned so much and had so much good sex with you.”

“How does your asshole feel right now?”

“Uhm, okay, I guess.”  I concentrated a moment on feeling my ass.  “Really tired.  I think it’s stretched.  But very satisfied.”  I grinned at him.  “Thank you, Alan!”

“What we have done this evening proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that you are a natural bottom.  If we had 3 other guys here to fuck you, too, you could handle it.  Not right now, maybe, but if you had four studly tops, you could handle all of them.”

Wow, I thought.  What kind of whore would that make me?  “I’m not sure I like that.”

“One day you’ll have the opportunity and you should try it.  I think you would find it an incredible experience.  It would be perfect for you.

After a moment, I grinned at him, “So, did I pass my training course final exam?”

He laughed in his own beautiful way.  “Absolutely!  You’d be the class valedictorian if there were a hundred students.”

I chuckled at that.  “I’ll take that endorsement.”

After Spring Break

The University wound up extending Spring Break for a second week, giving Alan and me twelve full days alone on the Third Floor.  After that, the dorm was closed while the semester was completed with online classes.  So, Alan and I moved into a vacant furnished studio apartment not far from campus since I still couldn’t go home and he didn’t want to try to return to Canada.  Although it was small, the apartment was cool.  It was larger than a dorm room, had a decent kitchen, a private bath (good for my douches), and, best of all, a queen-size bed.

When we were back in classes, we had more work to fill our time, but we still managed at least a good-morning suck and a good-night fuck.  Often we would shower together, which almost always led to me licking and fingering Alan’s beautiful butthole.  Alan wouldn’t make out with me (beyond a gentle kiss sometimes), he wouldn’t rim me, and he wouldn’t suck me or let me put my dick in his ass, but I wasn’t disappointed by all those restrictions because I got what I most wanted: physical intimacy, his cock in my throat, frequent tastes of his spectacular cum, and incredible times when he would fuck me for a long time, creating in my a feeling of unity and peacefulness. 

I’ve never shared with him my mushy, romantic feelings like “unity” or “love.”  I know that would push him away and that is the last thing I would ever want.

As I write this, it’s mid-summer, the pandemic is still going strong, we are still sharing our little studio, and we’re still very actively involved in our spectacular sexual relationship.  I got a job working on a landscaping crew for the summer and am taking an online literature class.  Alan is delivering groceries and is making fairly decent money with tips.  I’m sure the revealing clothing he wears when working and his awesome eyes peering over his mask helps increase his tips.

I miss my other friends like my former roommate Bert and Joseph from Las Cruces.  I miss my family.  I miss going to the movies or a baseball game.  But, if truth be told, I am very happy with the way things are going right now.  I think Alan is content, too.

My life with Alan is just temporary and I know that.  I don’t let that reality get me down because I expect there will be other men in my life who will be gayer than Alan and will offer me fulfilling sex and a romantic connection, too.  Until then, I have the greatest sex life I can imagine.  In the middle of this social-distancing time, who else can say that?  I’m one very lucky bottom boy!!

The End.

Posted: 09/18/2020