A New Reality

His girlfriend broke up with him the day the shelter-in-place order came down.

“She said she’s too scared to be close to anyone right now,” he said, in between sobs. “I told her, ‘I don’t want to be with anyone, either – just with you, we can quarantine together...’” But she had a roommate and of course he had one, too – me – and what did that mean for our collective risk? It felt easier for her just to end it.

“I said, ‘Can we talk about it when all this is over?' But she didn’t want to,” he said, and collapsed onto my shoulder, crying.

“It’s alright, Dennis,” I said, but it wasn’t alright – none of this was. So I just kept my arm around his wide, strong back and held him close. And later we went out together to get groceries.  

That week was rough. Dennis was bereft and spent the majority of each day shut up in his room furiously exercising and lifting weights. If it was nice out, he was out running as far and and fast as he could. I had to say: he was looking as good as he ever had. And that wasn’t just the quarantine talking: Dennis is a stud. He’s got straight hair that hangs a little bit over his ears, a strong chin, and a really tight body. Plus I’d seen his cock, soft, and it was...considerable. Not that I’d ever thought about him like that. As far as I was concerned my hot, straight roommate was off limits.

Then, a few nights later, I woke up to him coming into my room. “I can’t sleep,” he said. “Can I lay in here with you?” What could I say to that? “I’ll just lay on top of the covers,” he said as he got into my bed.

“Yeah...sure, fine,” I said as he adjusted one of my pillows under his head.

“I had nightmares and now my mind is racing. I keep reading the news...” he said, and I listened to him talk a while and tried to reassure him. Eventually I fell asleep and when I woke up he was asleep, and still on top of the covers. And even though I tried not to notice the huge boner he’d sprung in his sleep, it was sort of impossible not to. He was wearing a pair of pretty tight, silky shorts, and it was tenting them out like a snake under a sheet. It even pulsed as I looked at it.

“Holy christ,” I blurted, and it woke him up.

“Hey,” he said and seemingly took a moment to remember where he was and how he’d gotten there. Then he looked down and noticed his own hard on. “Oh, shit. Sorry,” he said, and covered himself with his hands. Which didn’t do much.

“It happens,” I said, and laughed, which made him laugh, and then we were both in a laughing fit.

“I can’t keep laughing or it won’t go down!” he said, rolling over to get out of bed, and I watched the huge, heavy thing bounce in his shorts as he walked out.

I laid there a while longer, wondering if he was doing anything to relieve himself. Then I shut my door because I had my own boner to take care of, and for the first time since we’d moved in together I found my fantasies wandering toward him, and that big hard dick he’d brought into my bed.  

Maybe something changed for him, too, because he started crawling into my bed on the regular. He always slept on top of the covers and we didn’t cuddle, but there was some comfort for me in having someone close when we were so isolated, otherwise.  

But about a week later I woke up next to him and saw his by-now-commonplace morning wood and just couldn’t stop staring at it. And I thought – if he can have a boner in my bed, then surely I can have one, too. Because I did have one. So I tossed back the covers and looked at my own, pulsing under my pajama pants. Which woke him up, and after a moment he looked at his boner, and at my boner.

“You’re hard, too,” he said.

“Yeah,” I said. His breath started to quicken.

“Do you want to touch mine?” he said quietly. “I mean, it seems like you’ve wanted to before. It’s okay if you don’t...” But I’d already reached over and clutched it under his shorts. “Oh fuck...” he moaned.  

“Take it out,” I said, and he slid his shorts down his tight, furry pelvis until his dark bush and then his thick cock came out and slapped back against his stomach. I took hold of it and he gasped again. It was hot and heavy and his nuts were big and hairy, too. I took those in my other hand as I started to jack him off. I got my face closer till I could smell him. But then I looked up at him to be sure.

“Can I?” I said. He nodded, looking a little lost but totally turned-on. I leaned forward and took the head of it into my mouth. It was salty and delicious.  

“Oh god...” he said as I sucked my way down, stretching my lips around that thick shaft until the whole thing was buried in my throat. “Oh fuck oh fuck,” he kept saying and I started bobbing my head. I could tell he wasn’t going to last long. I rolled his nuts around in my hand and worked his cock in my mouth and throat. I felt his nuts tense up and his cock started to pulse as he began to fill my throat with cum. Jet after jet of thick, salty fluid which I let sit in my mouth, savoring it a bit before swallowing it down.  

Dennis had been clutching my head as he came. Now he released it, and I watched his whole body relax.  

“Holy shit,” he said, looking at me and shaking his head.  

“Yeah,” I said, smiling as I wiped my mouth and laid back next to him. “That just happened.”

I had work to do from home and he spent the morning in his room, blasting music and exercising. But around 1pm I got hungry so I went to the kitchen and he was there making a sandwich in just his shorts with his beautiful, sweaty muscles on display and his cock flopping around. And I don’t know what came over me but I just went up to him and grabbed it.  

“Fuck yeah,” he said, and leaned against the counter so I could pull down his shorts and stuff that hairy straight-boy dick back in my maw.  

I blew him a grand total of five times that day and it felt a little reckless, to be sure, but also like all our fear and anxiety was being channeled into fun, heart-pounding sex. I blew him in every room in the house and after he took a shower that night he crawled into bed with me and I sucked him again and ate his ass, that time.

We fell asleep and when I woke up I went right for his dick. This time I was naked and my ass was spread out and I started thinking, I want him inside me. And I didn’t know how we would react but I was past the point of caring, so I got up and straddled him and looked right into his eyes as I pressed his spit-slick cock to my hole and sat down on it.  

“Oh my god, dude,” he said with this wild look in his eyes. He was so huge and it hurt at first but then it started to feel amazing. I started riding him. It had been a while since I’d had a thick raw dick in me, let alone some straight-guy dick. So I was just enjoying it, riding it slowly, jacking my cock and tweaking my nipples. Then, as he started getting more into it, he held onto my hips and started thrusting.  

“Yeah, fuck me,” I said.

“Oh fuck, dude. I’m gonna cum,” he said.

“Cum in me, man,” I said. He groaned and held tight to my hips as he slammed me down on his rod, holding himself deep as his cock pulsed and unloaded. I came, too, shooting cream all over his tight, hairy chest.  

“Goddamn,” he said once I’d got myself off of him. His dick lay against his thigh, thick and dripping. “This is blowing my mind,” he said.  

“Have you really never had sex with a guy before?” I said.

“Never,” he said. “I think it’s cause it’s you,” he said, looking over at me. “It just feels really easy." I nodded. "But shit, I gotta do something today,” he said, and started to get up.

“No worries, man,” I said, and then I didn’t see him for most of the day while he worked out in his room and went out for a run. I made dinner and we ate it watching “Jeopardy!” reruns and not saying much. Then I took a shower to clean off the sex sweat and cum I’d been marinating in all day and when I came out he was in my bed naked and stroking his dick.  

I mean, fuck it – right? I went down on him instantly and got his cock all wet and sat on it again. He fucked me for two hours, literally in every position: on my back, from behind, in the kitchen up against the counter. He came in me as he plowed me doggy style on his bedroom floor. Then he went to take a piss and and when he came back he was hard again and he fucked me some more.

We slept together that night and his dick basically never left my ass. In the morning I rode him till I came. Then he fell asleep as the sun came up, but I couldn't sleep. I reached for my phone and started reading the news and social media. It was too much, all of it, and my anxiety reached a fever pitch. Would we survive this? What would the world even look like if we did? And on top of it I was fucking my straight roommate: how was that going to end?   

Dennis woke up and looked over at me. I’m sure he saw the existential dread all over my face. “I’m so scared,” I said.  

“C’mere,” he said, and pulled me into him, and we held each other. For that moment, it was all I needed.

(Read Pt 2 here)