Love in the Days of Covid 19

April 2020 This story is completely true, though some of the dialogue is from my recollection and might be paraphrased. Like everyone, I have been physically distancing during the Covid-19 outbreak. Luckily, I work as a structural engineer for a large firm, my job is secure, and I can work from home with no constraints on access to company resources. My hours were reduced to 32 per week, keeping whatever schedule I want, except for meetings of course. The downside is that I’m single and live alone in my condo in the historically Italian-Chinese Commercial Drive area of the city that usually bustles with wonderful restaurants of a great ethnic variety, many of which may close permanently. My sex life has been limited to frequent Skypes with my jerkoff/sex buds, including my lovely cousin Tommy in Toronto, the first man who ever fucked me – that wonder had been his gift for my 18th birthday. Tommy and I hope to settle down together someday, but he is a medical resident there now. Of course, he does not have much time for Skyping these days, owing to his hospital duties. Aside from my JO buds, I watch a lot of porn, like most single men during isolation. So, my days consist of about 6 to 8 hours work, with 2 hours of cooking creativity and 2 or 3 hours of exercise, interspersed typically with some mix of 2 or more solo jerks watching PornHub, reading stories on SoloTouch, and 2 or 3 jerks on Skype. That is fine, except for the fact that I long to touch another man, even for a big hug. My exercise usually consists of some combination of an abs routine with my big blue exercise ball, some weights (I have a nice set at home), self-challenges on my rowing machine, and running. I miss being able to play other sports with my friends and colleagues, and love soccer, tennis, martial arts, and even bowling! I run in my neighbourhood most days for varying distances, and luckily April has been gorgeous in Vancouver. Over the years I have participated in countless 10 km runs, and 7 marathons in various cities, so I guess running is really my sport. I hope to crack the 3-hour marathon mark soon. A main motivation is watching all the cute bums in the races! One Wednesday afternoon in mid-April, with the unseasonable noontime temperature around 18 C, I set out for a 10 km jog, wearing my wonderful (and expensive) New Balance shoes, skimpy emerald green split shorts (the ones with an overlap on the side to enable best movement), and an orange singlet. I think I looked pretty hot with the #1 haircut I gave myself and aviator sunglasses, LOL! Not that there was anyone to see me, of course LOL. I like running along the tree-lined streets of the mainly detached home neighbourhood just to the east, with its many older craftsman-style homes and lovely gardens, with a backdrop of the nearby snow-capped mountains. Looking at that scenery helps me get into my zen mode, when I switch to automatic, and start to daydream. As I ran along a street lined with cherry trees full with pink blossoms, my reverie was interrupted. From the other side of the road, a voice called out, “Lookin’ good, guy!” I sought the source, and it was a handsome and shirtless young man, probably early 20s, wearing only cutoffs and flip-flops, smiling broadly while he watered his garden. I waved back, saying, “Thanks man, gotta keep myself sane these days!” He called, “Hope it works!” I carried on for another couple of blocks, with his smile filling my head, and a growing erection, then I said to myself, “Fuck it”, and turned back. About a block from the fellow’s house, I fell into a walk and gave him a big smile as he watched me approach. “That’s about it for me for today”, said I as I neared. I am sure he could see a hardening as he glanced at my crotch. Beaming, he responded, “With all that sweat pouring off you, you have obviously run very hard!” As he spoke, I looked him over. Slim, blond hair, short on sides, and spiked with gel on top, bright green eyes, high cheek bones, unblemished skin, and dimples. But his smile with those perfect white teeth, oh gosh, his smile! Still panting, I told him my name, and he responded, “Hi Nathan! I’m Robin… sorry I cannot shake your hand… do you live near here? I like your green shorts, by the way – unusual.” Touched by his eagerness to make friends during the pandemic, I told him my place was a few blocks to the west. He said, “You look a bit overheated, and I have this hose right here!” (His double entendres, intentional or subconscious, were not lost on me!) I moved to the centre of his lawn, raised my hands and grasped my wrists over my head, and said while gritting my teeth, “Go for it!” He turned the hose on me and we both laughed hysterically as I did a dance and made noises like I was being ravished. After he stopped, while shivering I peeled my wet singlet from my goose pimply body to reveal what were probably the hardest nipple erections of my life! My sunglasses went flying as I did so, and he bent to pick them up, revealing his butt crack. Geez, my imagination was running mad. When he straightened up again, he looked me up and down, as I became conscious of the wet nylon of my shorts clinging revealingly to my cock and balls. “Wow man, you have a great body! Fantastic abs! I guess you are into more than just running?” I said, “I am pretty sporty I guess… I’m game for anything!” As I went on to describe the sports I participate in, I took in his slim body. He was about 5 foot 10, or around 2 inches taller than me, perhaps 145 pounds (to my 130), with a hairless V-shaped torso, nice shoulders, pecs, and abs, and lovely biceps with those thick blue veins I find incredibly sexy. He wore only short Levi’s 501 cutoffs with the top and bottom buttons undone, and no underwear waistband was visible. A narrow treasure trail led down from his belly button into his fly, and blue veins highlighted his lower tummy (a sure sign of virility and sexual stamina, I have always thought). His legs were nicely defined, with downy blond hair. Adding to the effect was the very slight tan line showing that he had earlier been wearing the tank top that lay on the front steps. While he unconsciously rubbed his hand across his abs, I told him that he looked really good himself, and asked about his fitness interests. They were much like mine, except he particularly enjoys baseball and bicycling. Suddenly he surprised me by turning the hose on himself and, as he was saying, “I gotta cool off too,” he shoved the nozzle down the front of his shorts, let out a scream, then grimaced briefly before his smile returned. The sun glistened on the water drops that dotted his torso. “I feel like a beer… how about you, Nathan?” “Sure, sounds great, Robin” said I, as he grabbed his shirt. I grabbed my tank from the grass, and he led me to the back yard, all the time maintaining our 2-metre distance, turning off the water as we passed the tap, while I admired his bum through his soaking wet shorts. “Anyone else home?”, I casually asked when we got to the back, while very much hoping not. “Nope,” Robin said, “I recently moved back to Vancouver from Calgary and this is my parents’ place… it felt strange moving back at 22, but they are over in Victoria looking after my gran’ma and gran’dad… they are ok, but we all wanna be careful…my younger bro Tim is in at UVic too… how ‘bout you? Live with your folks?” “Not any more,” said I, “I moved out a few years ago… I’m 27… living alone right now.” He responded, “You look way younger… must get lonely sometimes…how are you coping these days?” I said, “Working from home, so no money worries, but my sex life sure has taken a hit!” He laughed and said, “Same here, working from home, but only 3 days a week, and thank gawd for PornHub!”, to which I put in, “and Skype and Zoom!” we both laughed more, then he said, “Anyway, lemme grab our beers.” We will need to physically distance – I just got back from Victoria on the ferry last weekend. I said, no problem, I was glad he was being careful and respectful. After Robin disappeared through the back door, I took in my surroundings. The house was a beautiful old green craftsman from around 1920, and the south-facing, sunny yard was surrounded by high fencing and hedges, which no neighbouring windows overlooked. I sat down on a folding chair on the wooden deck beside a table with an umbrella and removed my shoes and socks. The sun was quickly drying my skin, and I enjoyed its warmth. While feeling my rock-hard cock through my shorts, I could also feel the sexual flush I always get from my face to my pecs. I was shaking, more from nervous anticipation than lingering effects of the hosing. Suddenly from my right, I heard the glass patio door from the basement family room slide open, and Robin emerged still looking a bit wet, carrying two beer bottles and a couple of cotton terry towels. There was music playing, which I immediately recognized as being dance music from one of the Buddha Bar CD collection; he had either put it on intentionally because of me being Asian, or it was on top of the pile. Either way, it was a sweet gesture. I had expected him to come out the same door he went in, and as he approached, he had a clear view of me fondling my cock through my shorts. He also had a distinct bulge down his right leg that I judged to be not a gun in his pocket! He gave me a wink, then put the beers on the table, holding my bottle in a paper towel, per virus protocol. I stood and adjusted my cock up toward my navel, no longer concerned about my very visible erection, and could see his hands were shaking a little from nerves. The beers were India pale ales (with 7% alcohol) called “Fat Tug” (another double entendre?) from a microbrewery on Vancouver Island. He put the terry towels on an extra chair and said, “I brought these in case we need to dry off,” and I said that the sun was warm and my nylon shorts were drying quickly. Standing at opposite ends of the table, we looked at each other and took big gulps of our beers, and he said, “I wish I could say the same for my shorts… denim is not ideal!” He tugged at his crotch to make it more comfortable for his hardening cock. I said, “Wow, that’s great beer, one of my faves, it’ll take care of our thirsts…” Then, throwing all caution to the wind (after only half a beer), with a flirty look I said looking at his crotch, then mine, “As for our other thirsts, why don’t you take off your wet cutoffs and get more comfortable?” He looked a bit surprised, then recovered, and said, “Only if you drop your shorts too! I see something waiting to be unleashed”, to which I said while some beer dribbled onto my chest, “Robin, I wanted to strip off as soon as I saw you!” I quickly dropped my shorts and stepped out of them, revealing my fully erect throbbing, light brown, purple-headed, 7-incher curving upward toward my belly button. In one quick pull, Robin undid his remaining fly buttons, but getting out of his wet shorts did not go smoothly, and we both laughed. I had been right earlier – no undies! When he was finally out of them, his semi-hard cock started to grow, and he turn around to show me his shapely buttocks as he rubbed them to warm them up. When he again turned to face me, his uncut cock had grown into a beautiful thick, white and blue-veiny 8-incher with a crimson head, that rose at a 45-degree angle. His balls, like mine, were pulled taught because of both the cold water and our horniness. Robin also developed a sexual flush, his down his neck and into his abs. As we looked at each other from 2 metres, we said quietly and simultaneously, as if in awe, “FFFFUUUCCCKKK” and laughed nervously together. Immediately, we both started moaning, rubbing our torsos, and stroking quickly as we looked at each other, until I suggested we slow down and make our first time together last a while. He said, “First time? Cool!” We went on to have one of the most erotic experiences of my life, and I am sure Robin felt the same way. I started to dance and flex with the music, and Robin watched for a few seconds before joining in. The great thing about Buddha Bar music is its wide variety of styles. When Robin said he was amazed how hairless my body is, apart from my thick but trimmed pubes. I turned and put one leg on a chair and parted my ass cheeks to show him that I have no hair even there! Robin had nicely trimmed, dark-blond pubes and moderately hairy legs, lighter blond where most exposed to the sun. He said, “Fuck Nathan, you’re amazing… your whole body looks like a hard cock!”, and I laughed, telling him he was absolutely gorgeous, and reminded me of a Michelangelo sculpture. “I’m glad you are not shy to be naked,” I told him. He said, “I hang out naked every opportunity I get”, and I said, “Me too!” We both grinned and gyrated with the music, keeping at least 2 metres distance, spinning and stretching and flexing to show our bodies to best advantage (reminded me of grouse doing mating dances in a lek, LOL!) The warm sun highlighted the heavy sweat developing on our bodies. Our cocks were both rock hard throughout, and we were both soon starting to drip precum. We both described what we wanted to do with each other when we no longer need to distance. It was apparent to me that I had a bit more sexual experience with men, but that Robin was quite adventurous. He was particularly excited when I mentioned baby oil, poppers, and light bondage, hehe. After about 20 minutes of only occasional jerking, and with stops to take swigs of beer, neither of us could stand it anymore, and we both resumed jerking quickly while tweaking our own nipples and tugging at our balls. It was not long before Robin told me he was getting close to cumming, and I said that it was too bad we had to stay apart, because I would like to take his cum in my mouth. Then he smiled and said, “I have a great idea!” He went into the family room and took position facing me inside the glass door. I quickly caught on and we continued to jerk with our cocks only about 6 inches apart, while we used our other hands to tweek our nipples and rub our torsos. He started to groan and thrust his hips toward me, while jerking with his right hand and rubbing his shiny, sweaty torso with his right. His biceps and pecs looked so hot as they flexed. Then his eruption happened, and about 10 very powerful jets of his milky cum hit the glass with knocking sounds, while he cried out as if in agony. His face had turned beet red, and it was fantastic to watch the shudders pass through his body. With his cock still twitching he rubbed it against his splashes, then totally surprised me by sinking to his knees and starting to lick his cum from the glass and rubbing his face in it. Seeing that, I quickly reached the point of no return, and shot gobs of my own cum against the outside of the glass, while crying, “fuck fuck fuck fuck o gawd o gawd!” as I felt like electricity was surging through me and tensing every muscle. He had paused from his licking to watch me cum, then gave me big grin before resuming licking. I got to my knees and started to do the same from the opposite side, and it was as though we were kissing and licking each others’ faces. Once he had had his fill, Robin licked the cum from his hand, then rubbed his hand across the remaining cum on the glass and put it in his hair! I rubbed most remaining cum from my side into my torso, and then licked my hand. After a minute or so of heavy panting, he came back outside, smiling broadly as he approached the chairs and said, “See Nathan, I knew we would need those towels!” Still naked and semihard, we both towelled off and finished our beers, then realized it was starting to get a bit chilly, as it was by then after 4:00 pm and the sun had begun to sink behind nearby trees. “C’mon in Nathan, I’ll find some of my bother’s clothes in his old room, he is more your size.” It was not long before Robin returned, dressed in jeans and an untucked mostly green plaid shirt, and tossed me another pair of jeans (exactly my size), a t-shirt, red fleece hoody, and even green undies and a nice pair of warm wool worksocks. “The undies and socks are mine,” he said with a wink. I said, “I see you also like green!”, to which he drawled, “Matches my eyes, dawling!” I responded, “I wear green to signal I like green-eyed men, LOL, but I also think it sets off my skin tone.” Robin then asked, “Would you like another drink, Nathan?” “You sure got that right, babe!” said I. He suggested I get dressed, then go back outside, while he fetched drinks. I was feeling very welcome and knew that we had both been craving company very much. After a few minutes, Robin surprised me again by bringing not beers, but a silver bucket with ice and champagne, two crystal flute glasses, and some hand sanitizer. “You mentioned your love of cum-champagne cocktails while we were dancing… see, I was paying attention,” he grinned. “In all seriousness,” he continued, “I want to celebrate our new friendship… please do the honours!” I lifted the bottle, glancing at the label (French and expensive), pulled the cork while deftly keeping foam to a minimum, and poured. As we clinked glasses across the table, he tentatively locked a pinky with mine, and we gazed into each others’ eyes. (Too bad that romantic gesture was spoilt a bit by the need for hand sanitizer afterward, but hey!) I said, “Robin, you are a wonderful guy, and I really look forward to getting to know you!” I felt a twitch from my cock, and knew it would not be soft for long after all that sperm buildup. We swiftly downed our first glasses and I refilled them. “I think we may make short work of this bottle,” I said, to which he responded with a grin, “No worries, the cellar is well stocked!” I suggested, while feeling my crotch through the jeans, that it would be fun to talk about our sex lives. He giggled, “I am sure you’re suggesting we’ll be ready for a second round soon, and you want us to get horned up again! I know I still have at least 3 more big cums in me today after our dance!” I told him that I could sure match that. I was impressed with his being so unabashed. Then he said, “Okay, I’ll start with my sex life… I recently found out something about myself I did not know before… I have a penchant for luring sweaty, sexy men into my lair by offering to hose them off… I must try that again soon!” We laughed as I said, “So I was not first?”, and he winked. Then he kept me in suspense by delaying his response by taking a sip of champagne, as I put on a pout. “Of course you were Nathan, not many men worth luring run along this street!”. He grinned broadly, then he suggested, “Let’s take everything inside the family room, I can turn on the gas fireplace.” We downed our second glasses and gathered everything, including our wet shorts and towels that were still crumpled on the deck. Once inside, Robin rearranged the furniture a bit so we could each sit on a comfy leather armchair near the fireplace, facing each other across a coffee table and the champagne bucket. I filled our glasses again, nearly emptying the bottle. He asked, “When we finish this bottle, would you like more champagne, a nice Merlot, or another beer… or a surprise?” I responded, “I love all those things, but so far your surprises have been fantastic.” We again toasted our new friendship. We began to describe our past experiences, beginning with earliest fantasies, and first explorations, taking turns and interjecting our comparisons throughout. It was wonderful that we were so open with each other. I told him how I know I have been pretty much gay since a young age, fantasizing even around grade 2 about being naked in a group with an ethnically diverse group of boys of all colours from my school. Then at around 12, when my older brother showed me how to masturbate after discovering my cum-encrusted peejays after a wet dream. Then in high school when my brother and I would sunbathe naked and watch porn with our boy cousins, and I got involved in circle jerks with classmates. Then later, getting more serious with some friends and my beautiful cousin Tommy. I totally surprised Robin when I told him I had also fucked a lot of women since my late teens, but only when in a group with my brother, cousins, or other guys. Robin looked amazed when I said, “I need to have a male audience who enjoy watching and encouraging me as I fuck females, otherwise I don’t get much out if it except an emotionless cum like I were fucking a cantaloupe”. Robin told me that, in primary school, he always liked any glimpses he had of guys of various ethnicities changing before and after gym classes, and in the showers in high school, and lay awake at night thinking of those sights. He discovered masturbation when, just as puberty struck, idle playing with his cock had turned to an urgent requirement! Then, like me, he would make sure he jerked off before gym or sports practices to reduce the chance he would get a hardon in the showers! Robin did not come out at all in high school, as he played on the hockey, baseball, and soccer teams, which were pretty much hypermasculine environments. He was not sure how his younger brother Tim discovered masturbation but suspected it had been with one of Robin’s friends. They had caught each other jerking off in their rooms when in high school, but, with some regret in his voice, Robin told me they had just laughed about it and never actually did anything together. He also said that he loved his brother very much, and that they look a lot alike, with Tim a bit shorter. (Oh gawd, thought I, thinking of a 3-way.) Funny thing was that all through school, Robin and I had both had a lot of female friends whose company we very much enjoyed. By now, we had finished the champagne, after gradually releasing our increasingly engorged cocks from bondage. Robin stood and kicked off his pants, and I did the same. We both then stripped off our shirts and stood naked once again, gazing at each other with full hardons, stroking and gyrating to the music. Robin said, “Now for the surprise drink!” I watched his beautiful bum as he receded into the rest of the house, my sexual flush full, and jerking myself, saying, “Nice buns!” I heard some distance clinking of glass and metal then, in a couple of minutes, Robin returned holding two copper mugs in paper towels, with his cock still at attention. Still standing there fully erect myself, I said, “Moscow mules! Are you trying to get me totally drunk and take advantage of me, sir?” Robin grinned, and paraphrased from a British TV show, “You might well think that, sir, but I could not possibly comment!” We both laughed, and it so hot to watch his abs contracting. We again toasted from a distance, then took sips of the deliciously piquant drink, and sat in our chairs. I slung one leg over a chair arm, affording Robin a view of my full crotch, and he did the same. Fuck he looked hot, I thought, as we continued to jerk ourselves. Our balls were a bit looser now, with the fire close by, and I had not realized how big and delectable Robin’s were! “I have another surprise,” he said, reaching down beside his chair cushion, “There is also one in your chair, I stowed them earlier, just in case!” I reached down and pulled out a small plastic pouch containing a fat joint and a little dark brown bottle. “Holy fuck, man, poppers and a joint – fuckin amazing!” He said, “I aim to please… but let’s save the joints for later, since we’re both getting close now!” I agreed, and asked him to continue describing his sex life, as we both pulled the poppers from the bags. (I love poppers, but they are hard to get, being illegal for retail in Canada.) As he spoke, we continued to sip our drinks and jerk slowly while tugging at our ball sacks, with short intervals of higher intensity when he said something particularly exciting. He told me that he felt a lot of pressure to date girls in high school, mostly from the girls! But he never had full-on intercourse; girls would jerk and suck him while they masturbated, then he would get on top and have a tittyfuck and cum on their chests and faces. He had fantasized the titties looked like guys bums! “As I am sure you remember, Nathan, in high school we were crazy horny all the time… and once an erection came on, it did not matter that I was not attracted to the girls!” Robin had first fucked a girl shortly after he left Vancouver and started university in Calgary. There was a girl in his dorm there who was nuts about him, and they fucked with no condom, as she was on the pill. “I have to say that I like the silky feeling of my cock in a pussy, and the feeling of my balls slapping her labia, and that I enjoyed the attention she gave my body… but I felt emotionally detached, and ejaculated into her after only a few thrusts… so she dumped me after only 4 or 5 fucks.” So from then on, Robin had stopped dating women completely, and started going to gay clubs, which was quite a revelation. With his very busy university schedule, while also working part-time, he did not have much time. But he had allowed himself to be picked up a few times, and really enjoyed his first experiences with guys (he had been only 18), kissing, sucking, and jerking, with lots of body contact. He developed a couple of semi-regular, and very cute sex buds he went out to restaurants and clubs with, and really enjoyed the company of gay guys. Robin had never done anal, either as top or bottom. I might do something about that, thought I. I then reassured Robin about anal sex. I described how, when I was 14, I developed a huge crush on my beautiful cousin Tommy, then 17, and how we had fooled around together. I desperately wanted Tommy to fuck me, but he told me I was way too young, and promised me that would be his gift for my 18th birthday. By my 18th, Tommy was in med school in Toronto, but he actually flew to Vancouver to keep our “date”. He got us a motel room, and as he fucked me gently and firmly, while we kissed passionately, I truly understood love between men for the first time. I told Robin that I only fuck with men when I feel a deep emotional attachment, and he agreed with me that other sex acts are very satisfying and fun. I told him how much I enjoy being astride a guy’s chest as he lies on a bed, him sucking me while rubbing my chest and tweeking my nipples, then having him reach from behind between my legs to tug on my balls with one hand while jerking himself with the other as I thrust my hips and cum into his mouth. Robin told me also enjoys oral and cum eating (I knew that part already), but that he had discovered a fond enjoyment of the interfemoral position, with him as the active partner thrusting his cock from either front or back while using his knees to hold his partner’s legs tightly together. He had had some huge orgasms in that position. I felt myself getting very close and suggested to Robin we have a snort. We both cracked the seals on the little brown bottles and unscrewed the caps. We each took 2 or 3 snorts in alternating nostrils while holding the other nostril, then replaced our caps. After a few seconds, I felt the rush come on, and I slung my other leg over a chair arm so I could better thrust my pelvis upward. Robin followed my lead, and looked so hot, with the glint of sweat on his body. We had full, unimpeded views of each others’ anuses, and it was fantastic! He asked if I would be the first guy to fuck him, and I told him it would be an honour, and also that it would be great to fuck each other. I really wanted to feel the intimacy of his beautiful cock inside me. We both took another hit of poppers, then jerked frantically while making fucking motions toward the ceiling, until we nearly simultaneously erupted in huge spurts, while screaming way more loudly this time, now that there was no risk of neighbours hearing. Some of our cum hit the backs of our chairs (leather, luckily), with the rest of the gobs on our faces, pecs, and abs. After some loud panting and woohoos, we each gathered as much cum in our hands as we could and licked it up, then got up and grabbed the towels we had used earlier to wipe first cum and sweat from the chairs, then our bodies. Robin pointed to a bathroom door and said I could clean up a bit more if I wanted. I went in and gave my face a bit of a rinse, so it would not feel crusty later, and had a much-needed pee. When Robin came back from a different bathroom, we both dressed again, and Robin said, “Geez, its coming up 6:00, wanna order pizza? I can get it delivered.” I said, I love pizza, but I never bring money along when I jog. Robin said, “Nathan, don’t stand on ceremony, I’ll get the pizza… you can reward me later!” Robin went and got his laptop, and we ordered a medium pizza each, as we would not be able to split a large one. It would take around 40 minutes to arrive. I told Robin the story of my high-school circle jerk that targetted pizza, and he roared with laughter. He then suggested we go outside for a spliff, so we both got dressed again, Robin leaving his shirt unbuttoned. We walked around to the front of the house, sat on the steps to wait for the pizza guy, and Robin lit my and his joints. I had not smoked up for a while and started coughing when I first inhaled. But was it ever nice stuff! I asked Robin if he knew other Asian guys. He told me that his nearby primary and high schools had been very diverse, and he had lots of Chinese and Vietnamese classmates, becoming friends with many, through pick-up basketball, soccer, and street hockey. He said he found a lot of them very attractive. Similarly in university, his classes and dorm building were full of hot Asian guys, and very attractive African and Middle Eastern men too. He said that there was a group of very cute young Asian men hung around at the gay clubs in Calgary, and he learnt from chatting with them that they were first- and second-generation Vietnamese. They seemed to like him until they found out he was a student, then they became standoffish, presumably because he would have little money with which to wine and dine them. So, we were both happy that I was Robin’s first Asian! I told him that I have had sex with a wide variety of men but reaffirmed that green eyes are a huge turn on for me. We gazed into each others’ eyes from 2 metres as we took another toke. As we continued to wait for the pizzas to arrive, we talked about things other than sex. Robin told me he got a Master degree in geotechnical engineering in 2019, and he was now working for a large consulting firm that had recently transferred him to their Vancouver office. I told him that I am a structural engineer with a main competitor, and neither of us could believe the coincidence. It turned out we have other things in common besides jobs and sports (and good looks), with similar or overlapping tastes in restaurants, food, music, TV, film, and other entertainment. What a blast to know we will have great conversations as we get to know each other, and great dates once things get back toward normalcy. Pizza guy arrived just in time; he had parked down street where there was a spot available, and we saw him striding quickly and turn up the front walk, looking a bit harried. We both smiled at him as Robin said, “Looks like you guys are busy, which is good I guess!” Pizza guy smiled, and said, “We sure are!” He seemed happy to see a couple of friendly faces, and looked hungrily at our joints. “I wish we could give you a toke,” said I, he said with a look of regret, “Never while driving anyways.” He was a swarthy kid I judged to be Hispanic, maybe 17, skinny, with a mop of curly black hair, wide brown eyes, and big smile. He wore the uniform: partly laced hightops with baggy basketball shorts, showing about 6 inches of hairy lower legs. I was sure Robin thought him attractive, as did I, and I may have unconsciously put my hand on my crotch. “What’s your name?” Robin asked. “Carlos!” We told him our names and thanked him. Carlos had astutely surmised from our physical distancing and separate joints that we would not be sharing the pizzas, and asked, “So, who has the Hawai’ian, and who has the Pesto Vegetarian?” His gloved hands passed us our boxes while he took a furtive glance at Robin’s open shirt. Robin said, “I couldn’t figure out how to tip you online, so I have something for you.” He pulled a $20 bill from his shirt pocket and wrapped it around a fresh joint, and Carlos’s eyes widened even farther. “Geez, that’s fantastic, thanks Robin and Nathan! I wish I had a moment to chat, but I gotta get going cuz I have a full car, but please ask for me next time!” As he walked away, we both admired his form, and as he turned toward his car, he smiled and waved “Hope to see you guys soon! High five!” I said to Robin, “Pizza again tomorrow? Maybe a Carlos with salsa, sausage, and yogurt?” We laughed then I said, “You are very generous, Robin, that was nice!” He said, “Well, these folks don’t get paid much and probably need to deal with a lot of surly customers. If anyone asks, we thought he was at least 19, right?” “Or even 21!”, laughed I. I felt a stirring of great affection for Robin, not only in my loins! I guess I have become jaded, but it has been a while since I met a man I like so much on all levels. We each took one last, long draw from our joints, then put them out to save until later. Back in the family room, we placed our pizza boxes on each side of the coffee table (luckily there were thick placemats), then Robin said, “Justasec,” then left for about 15 seconds, returning with that Merlot he had mentioned earlier, wine glasses, a corkscrew, and a roll of paper towels for napkins. I told him I love red wine with pizza, and he said, “I knew you would, we are surprisingly alike!” While he uncorked the wine and poured, he told me we could watch something interesting on the 72-inch flatscreen over the fireplace. I asked what he had in mind, and he said, “Game show? Nature show? Soap opera? News? Dr. Tam’s virus update? Crime drama? Porn?” I laughed and said, “You pick!” He said, “Hmmm… well, the TV is part of our wireless system… I could grab my laptop…”, then I said “Yay! Porn!” We toasted and guzzled some wine, then scarfed down 3 or 4 slices each, as we had both worked up big appetites, then Robin worked on getting the connection going between his laptop and the screen, as I continued to sip the great wine. We both turned our chairs 45 degrees so we could see the screen and each other, and decided that Pornhub would be best, with its many genres. We narrowed our main choice down to “interracial, bisexual orgies” so we could watch hot men of different hues fuck women and each other. We knew we would also follow links down other rabbit holes. We both stripped off again to reveal our cocks that were already semihard, and as we each scarfed more pizza, I said, “This’ll be a blast, I love watching porn with other guys… have you done this before?” “Never,” he admitted, “But I have a feeling I have the best company for my first time!” I blew him a kiss, and we both grinned. I said, “I hope you don’t cringe with horror the first time we kiss!” Robin and I each edged for about 90 minutes, taking occasional snorts of poppers, having huge fun! We passed comment constantly, egged on the actors, mocked the sometimes stilted or stereotypical scripts, were awestricken or grossed out by some of the sex acts, and mimicked some of their movements while standing or lying on the floor. We also told each other when the actors were doing things we have each enjoyed when done to us or doing to others before, or that we want to experience together. Some of the videos were actually very romantic, which made us a bit sad too. Then when we each could no longer stand it, Robin said, “Let’s go for it, Nathan!” and we each took a big snort of poppers, stood up, and quickly moved to an uncarpeted section of floor we had planned before, where we faced each other and shot big wads that just missed each others’ feet! Then I looked at the clock on the TV screen; it was around 10 pm, and told Robin I needed to head home, as I had to work early the next morning. Robin told me I was welcome to stay over, but it was up to me. I smiled, “Then I am not going anywhere! We each still have at least 1 more orgasm to go tonight!” We stepped out onto the backyard deck to enjoy the cool evening air on our naked bodies, then I followed Robin back inside. “More wine?” he asked. After I smiled, we went back inside and he went to get a fresh bottle. He also brought us each a nice cozy, thick fleece blanket, and we wrapped ourselves. He poured the wine and we chatted for about 20 minutes before settling into our chairs to watch more porn. After about another hour, we had our 4th orgasms of the day, with fewer spirts as both of us now felt totally spent. The wine being finished, and us feeling a bit tipsy, Robin made us a nice pot of tea, and we watched the news on TV while drinking it. There were two leather couches in the family room, about 3 or 4 metres apart, and Robin invited me to take one for the night. When I asked whether he was going to his own bedroom, he said, “Of course not, Nathan, I wanna be close to you, so I’ll take the other couch. I’ll use a different bathroom. There’s an extra toothbrush and toothpaste in ‘your’ bathroom.” Then he got us each a set of sheets, pillows, and extra blankets. I watched his beautiful naked body bending as he made up his couch, and then made up mine. We each went to brush our teeth and pee, then we sat on the couches, elbows on our spread legs, and looked at each other longingly. Then we each got under the covers, and he turned out the nearby table lamp. “Good night, sweet Nathan”, “Nighty night, darling Robin.” I lay awake until I heard Robin’s steady breathing, and knew he was asleep. Tears of happiness and longing filled my eyes, then I fell into a blissful sleep. It was getting a bit bright out when I woke with a start. I had heard a rustling sound and heavy breathing nearby. Robin said, still under his covers, “don’t worry, just me, I need to take care of my usual morning boner”. Realizing I had the same need, I swung my legs out from under the covers, and stood jerking, looking at his handsome face and his covers bobbing up and down. Then he stood up and faced me, his cock absolutely raging. “Your cock is so beautiful, Nathan!” “Yours is amazing, Robin!” Knowing how quickly I usually cum when needing a pee in the morning I figured he would too. I suggested we step outside and enjoy the crisp morning air. It was pretty cool out, making our balls contract and our nipples rock hard. We both jerked very quickly while facing each other, and after only about 2 minutes we both came with loud groans and full body spasms that were wonderful to watch. We grinned at each other then ran over to the lawn to watch each other as we drained our bladders, then the steam rise from the grass. Man, that felt great. We went back inside shivering, and Robin grabbed is shirt and said, “I’ll rustle up some breakfast, why don’t you go back to bed?” Knowing I could not safely help him, I got back under the covers and zonked out quickly. I woke to wonderful smells from the kitchen. Robin appeared, wearing only his plaid shirt, with a tray holding English muffins with egg, bacon and cheese, bowls of chopped fruit, and a pot of tea, and put it on the coffee table. “Good morning, sleepy head!” he said, as I swung my legs out of the covers, “Don’t worry, it’s only 7 o’clock.” “Wow, that smells fantastic, you’re totally amazing!” I quickly got up and put on Tim’s fleece shirt, and we sat on the edges of the two leather armchairs facing each other, with our cocks and balls dangling. Robin used a remote control to turn on the fireplace, then we had our sandwiches, which were delicious. As we ate, we chatted and both idly touched ourselves, enjoying he view. When we finished, we each went to brush our teeth and rinse our faces. When we returned to the family room, I told Robin I needed to get home, as I had a couple of morning online meetings. I gathered up my shorts and singlet and found my runners and ankle socks near the patio doors. Robin said, “I think it’s a bit too chilly out for a singlet, Nathan… I’ll find something for you.” Robin returned after about 5 minutes with a nice royal blue shell for me, and he was wearing black spandex shorts that left little to the imagination, as they say! I looked at him quizzically, and he said, “You didn’t think I’d let you run home alone did you? I wanna spend as much time together as we can! Besides, I’m nosey and wanna see where you live!” I admired Robin’s beautiful naked torso for a last time as he donned his shirt and black shell, then looked into his big green eyes and said, “Robin, I am so glad we met… I selected the route for my run yesterday pretty much at random, so I have become a big believer in fate!” I gave Robin my cell number (I had left my phone at home). We ran at a nice steady pace, on opposite sides of the streets, and completed the roughly 2 kilometres to my condo building all too quickly. When we got there, Robin said, “how’s about I cook you dinner tonight?” I said, “That would be fantastic! I’ll bring wine and anything else I can help with!”, and Robin responded, “I’ll leave the covers on the couches for us!” Then we again gazed into each other’s eyes as we both welled up with tears of love and joy. As I watched him run gracefully away, he turned and gave me a last wave.