Love in the Days of Covid 19, Part 3: Denouement

April 2020 That Friday the weather was rainy and cooler than it had been for a couple of weeks. I had to work about 4 hours to fulfill my required time for the week, and when I finished I decided on the dinner I would take to Robin that evening: my special lasagne, from the recipe my old buddy Marco gave me from his family’s restaurant many years ago. I went shopping for the ingredients, with a bounce to my step, then went about the multi-step assembly process. I smiled to think of the first time I made it for a group of friends, and enigmatically left them wondering whether I had spirted some secret Chinese ingredient into the sauce (I had). This time I didn’t, as Robin and I had decided to save up our man juice for the evening. I packed a gym bag with my running gear and other clothes, a couple of bottles of wine, and other dinner accompaniments. I also packed a smaller tote bag with some items to enhance Robin’s and my masturbation enjoyment over the next week, including a large bottle of mineral oil (i.e., unscented baby oil), water-based lube, a couple of, a vibrator, and two Fleshlights (one new and still in the box). I considered my collection of penis-shaped dildos, all supposedly molded from a porn star’s dick. One looks uncannily like Robin’s beauty, a white 8 inches with blue veins and a raspberry-coloured head. I decided against bringing them, for sanitary reasons under the circumstances. But I also packed some condoms for the following weekend, just in case, hehe. Robin was due out of his self-imposed isolation at midnight on the next Saturday. When I arrived at Robin’s house with the pan of lasagne and the bags, I went right around to the back as Robin had texted me to do, and he was already naked when he let me in. I said, “Fuck, I really like your style!” When I showed him the pan, he said, “Oh wow, lasagne! I love it! How did you know?” I told him that I pay attention too! I put the bottles of Chianti and Merlot I had brought on the table and showed him I had also brought 4 baguette loaves, a garlic bulb, and some freshly grated parmesan for making garlic toast. I gave Robin the cooking instructions for the lasagne, then opened the Chianti with the corkscrew already on the table and poured us each a glass. I was thinking of how wonderful this casual nudity will be with Robin if we decide to live together. We toasted and had a few sips, then, as Robin took the pan and other ingredients to the kitchen, and knowing I would be admiring his strong back and hot ass as he walked away, he turned his head and asked me to get naked too. He did not need to ask twice! Robin returned in less than 10 minutes, saying the lasagne was in the oven and the garlic toast ready to go under the broiler, and carrying two towels. I raised an eyebrow as he put the towels on our dining chairs. He already had a full, urgent-looking erection and had found me jerking mine. We sipped more wine, then we grinned lasciviously, our eyebrows twitching. He then led me back outside to the deck where, under the light drizzle, we watched each other exuberantly and quickly jack off (it was friggin cold out) from a distance of 2 metres, while turning our faces upward to the rain, and rubbing our bodies. The small droplets that adhered to Robin’s fine leg hair looked so beautiful. We decided to cum into the flowerbed (couldn’t hurt), then went inside to towel off. The kimonos we had used the night before were on the backs of our dining chairs. Robin lit candles, put some Vivaldi on the stereo, adjusted the room lighting, and turned on the fireplace. We stood in front of the fire for a couple of minutes to warm up. Then, as we finished our first glasses of wine, we chatted a bit about our days until the lasagne and garlic bread were ready. Throughout dinner, including the remaining cake from the previous evening, we had a wide-ranging conversation solving the world’s problems, and shared a lot of laughter. I still cannot believe how well we blend with one another. After dinner, Robin took our dishes to the kitchen and I could hear the dishwasher being stacked. When he returned, he put the Merlot I had brought on the table, then went over to a corner of the room and lifted a guitar case from beside a large bookcase. My mind had barely registered its presence before. He placed the case on the leather couch near the dining table he had used the last two nights, opened it, and removed the guitar. Lifting the instrument, he put one foot up on the arm of the couch and, as he rested the guitar on his thigh his kimono sash became undone. As he began to strum, I went and sat on the other couch opposite him, with my face at the level of his pendant balls and flaccid cock, now exposed. He looked at me with his beautiful green eyes and began to croon a song I recognized as The Waiting, with its chorus: “The waiting is the hardest part, Every day you see one more card, You take it on faith, you take it to the heart, The waiting is the hardest part.” Robin imitated Tom Petty to a T, and I chuckled at his use of the drawl that sounded like “Way-yay-tin is the hoddest pot!” After that number Robin sang two more of his favourite oldies, frequently meeting my gaze: “You Got a Friend” and “Bridge over Troubled Water”. I need not cite the lyrics for those two selections. He has a beautiful pop-style tenor voice and his playing was exceptional, and I joined in the choruses almost whispering so I could hear him. I was mesmerized watching his body sway to the rhythm, his pink nipples coming in and out of view as the kimono moved, his ribcage, abs, and scrotum responding to his breathing, and, when he tilted his head back for the high notes, the prominence of his clavicles and alabaster throat with its adam’s apple, blue veins, and sinews that emphasized his emotions. He has beautiful manly hands, a bit calloused from his landscaping work, with long artistic fingers. When he finished, we were both in tears, and I went over to the table and poured us each a glass of wine. Both standing, we dared to clink a toast without distancing. After a sip or two of the wine, I asked Robin if I could try his guitar; we agreed that it would be pretty safe to do so, but I went and washed my hands out of respect. I returned and sat with one butt cheek on the arm of “my” couch, undid my kimono sash, and told Robin the story of a set of songs I wanted to sing for him. I have several friends who are current or past members of the Vancouver Men’s Chorus, and I have been urged to join the group. My unpredictable work schedule, however, would prevent me from such a commitment. One of my friends gave me a beautiful CD last Christmas, because I had heard it at his place once and said I loved it: the 1991 “How Fair This Place” by the San Francisco Gay Men’s Chorus. I had practiced a guitar accompaniment for the transcendent “Love Medley” from the CD that consists of “When I Fall in Love,” with the lyric. “…and the moment that I feel that you feel that way too, is when I wall in love with you”; “Let It Be Me,” with, “…Each time we meet love, I find complete love, without your sweet love, what would life be…”, and “Unchained Melody,” with, “Oh my love, my darling, I’ve hungered for your touch…Oh my love, I need your love.” As I sang, Robin seated across from me, my brown eyes frequently meeting his green, I broke up a couple of times, but managed to persevere. When I finished, Robin told me I look beautiful while singing, and we were both sobbing a bit as he topped up our wine glasses. Sensitive boys, us. Again, I am paraphrasing the exchange we then had. I told Robin how strangely ironic it is that we can attribute the happenstance of our meeting to Covid 19, as otherwise we would have been working at our offices. Then there was the added happenstance of my choosing that jogging route two days before and passing by just when Robin was out front watering his garden. Robin told me that he was particularly affected by the lyric I sang, “Each time we meet love, I find complete love,” He said that living our lives only once, and making the most of our time on earth, means taking certain risks and sometimes allowing ourselves to listen to our hearts, not our heads. He went on to say that he had never before felt such intense romantic love that combined with erotic love with another man, and that, though we had known each other such a short time, and we may have been affected by loneliness caused by the restrictions, we would be foolish to let this opportunity pass. I agreed, saying that I also felt a unique romantic love for him, together with intense feelings of friendship, respect, spiritual love, and, of equal importance, erotic love. “After all, Robin,” I said, “We both know that it was sexual attraction and the lust to fuck each other’s brains out that led us to your backyard when we first met!” We both laughed. I said, “We both enjoy sharing our bodies, showing them off, and knowing the pleasure we are giving each other… we are young, horny, and hot and this is a wonderful part of our lives… all the types of love we have will evolve over time, and I look forward to experiencing those feelings with you.” Robin said, “We have a lot of decisions to make, Nathan, but I am sure we will make things work for us.” I said, “Time for some brownies?” We removed our kimonos. While Robin went to the kitchen to get the brownies, I took the Merlot and our glasses over to the coffee table between the two leather armchairs, then went to get my “goodie bag”. When Robin returned, he turned on some soft jazz, and enquired what was in the bag, I slowly unveiled its contents, to Robin’s glee: “Wow his and his Fleshlights! And clear plastic! I have never used one, but have seen guys really enjoying them in porn!” Then, “Fuck, Nathan, that huge bottle of oil should last us a while! I love anointing my body and it’ll be fantastic to feel our oily bodies rubbing together next weekend!” Then, “Geez, lots of condoms, we may never leave my bed!” Then, “I’m guessing the water-based lube is for the Fleshlights and when we use condoms, right?” I nodded. “Excellent! But what the heck is this?” he asked, pointing at the vibrator. It has a long white handle (containing the batteries) and a red ball on the end. Said I, “A vibrator! I’ll show you the joys it brings!” Robin also got out our two little brown bottles of Rush. We were both raring to go by that point, and our sexual flushes had fully developed. Robin tore into the box containing his Fleshlight, and examined it. “The opening of mine looks like a cunt, and yours is like a manhole! So cool!” We each had a quick snort of poppers then lubed our rock-hard dicks and I watched as Robin slowly inserted his into the toy, then started to beat it. “FUCK! It feels like both a cunt and a mouth! Totally amazing!” I watched his cock through the transparent plastic as he used a twisting motion and alternated between fast and slow strokes, his legs tensing and relaxing, and his balls flopping around at the base of the toy as he fucked it to the hilt. While I jerked and watched Robin enjoy the new sensation, we both began to shine with sweat. I had another snort, then turned on the vibrator and pressed it against my perineum, knowing the intense feeling it would bring! “Fuck Robin, you look incredible!” I said as I then moved the vibrator up and down my shaft, then concentrated on my frenulum and glans. I stopped immediately when I began to near orgasm. “Robin, fuck, I almost went over the brink!” “I know, Nathan, your eyes were practically rolling to the back of your head! I gotta try that machine!” I said, “Lucky I just put in new batteries!’ I waited a few moments to let the cum urgency pass, then crooked my finger and said, “Follow me, bring your poppers.” I took my Fleshlight over to “my” couch and stuck it between two of the leather cushions on the back. I took a snort, then knelt on one knee, inserted my cock, linked my fingers behind my head, and started fucking like there was no tomorrow! I alternated deep thrusts with quick pistonlike pulses and swivelled my hips. I watched as Robin, still Fleshlighting like mad, stood watching me from 2 metres as he bucked his hips. “Ffffffffffuuuuuucccccckkkkkkkkkk Nathan, you look so beautiful and hot… you’re an amazing fucker! I won’t last much longer! I’ve hit the brink a couple of times already!” After a couple of minutes, I again felt myself approaching orgasm, so I stopped and switched positions, sticking the toy between two of the seat cushions, and again inserting. Robin, being quick on the uptake, did the same thing on the other couch and, holding our torsos up with our strong arms, we watched each other’s glistening ass muscles flex as we moaned and fucked in unison 2 metres apart. After only about two minutes, we grinned at each other as we both sensed the inevitable. Then with clenched teeth and bodies tightened from head to toe, we let each let out a loud Aaarrrggghhh as we creamed into our Fleshlights. As our cocks slowly softened and withdrew from the toys, we collapsed onto the couches, panting, moaning, and smiling while gazing into each other’s eyes. We both knew we wanted another masturbation round or two that evening, and that, not needing to work the next morning we could stay up later than usual. We went back to the armchairs, then Robin switched off the music and put porn on the big screen while I filled our wine glasses. We watched some hot bisexual porn and it was not long before we were both completely recharged and ready for action! So it went for the next week, with us alternating or sharing dinner preparation, having great conversations, singing together, and me sleeping each night at Robin’s place. Though we were both working part-time from home, we spent as much time together as we could by working mostly on rainy days. On nicer days we went jogging together, suitably distanced, Robin in his tight spandex shorts that displayed his package nicely, and me in my skimpy split shorts. We had fun racing challenges, sometimes up steep hills, which Robin always let me win. Afterward we would talk, drink beer, and smoke pot in Robin’s backyard. A couple of times we hosed each other down as a prelude to dancing in the sun while masturbating as we had when we first met. In the evenings we both enjoyed watching each other as we coated ourselves with the mineral oil, then rubbed our bodies that shone in the firelight. We typically jerked off together three times each afternoon and evening, and again when we woke in the mornings, often watching hot porn on the big screen. We went through two more large batches of my brownies! As the next Saturday approached, we decided to attach a bit of ritual and ceremony to the occasion of our first physical contact. Of course, we knew that Robin’s 14-day quarantine after his ferry travel was somewhat arbitrary, but hey, we’d come this far and were justifiably proud of ourselves. We agreed that I would sleep at home that Friday night (sort of like a bride and groom not seeing each other on the big day), and we decided to purchase nice take-out for our Saturday dinner, rather than stressing about cooking. I brought a Japanese selection from a restaurant near my place that included sushi, sashimi, and veggie and shrimp tempura. I also brought the makings for a surprise breakfast for Sunday morning, which would be my first time using Robin’s kitchen. For our dinner wines, I chose Gray Monk Gewürztraminer from the BC Okanagan Valley and the Australian 19 Crimes Chardonnay (at a whopping 16% alcohol!). Robin had managed to source large, fresh, and luscious Fanny Bay oysters (6 each), and had also picked up cartons of coconut and mango gelato for dessert, and some French champagne. Fantastic summery feast! Both of us were dressed nicely, Robin in beige khakis and a dark green golf shirt that picked up his green eyes, and me in a burgundy and blue paisley shirt with navy blue slacks, and my black leather bomber jacket. I arrived at about 5:00 and placed the sushi on the table and asked Robin to refrigerate the bag of breakfast ingredients without peaking. It was a lovely enough afternoon for us to begin our dinner at the outdoor table. We began with Robin’s fantastic Moscow Mules, then switched to bloody caesars, which perfectly complemented the oysters. Robin served them in the half-shells on a platter of crushed ice, and we slurped them down with liberal amounts of horse radish, fresh lemon, and Robin’s home-made hot sauce. Of course, we joked about the aphrodisiacal reputation of oysters, and Robin said, “We will find out the truth later!” My cock, which had been in a semi-hard state since I got to Robin’s place, began to strain at my fly – I had not had an orgasm since the previous evening! We spent a nice long time eating, chatting, and listening to music until the air grew cool and we decided to move inside. Robin served the rest of dinner on a lovely set of Japanese dinnerware: first his homemade miso soup while he heated the tempura, which we had next, followed by the sushi and sashimi. I remarked (and optimistically), “I’m glad you are so adept with chopsticks; you will fit right in at our next big family dim sum!” The sensual quality of the meal and its mouth feel was a perfect prelude of things to come! We finished clearing dinner at about 8:30, then chatted some more. I expressed my curiosity about seeing the rest of Robin’s house, and he said, “sure, it’s nearly midnight anyhow”. Then he had a sip of wine and exclaimed, “Yikes, I just lost my senses of taste and smell, and can feel a fever coming on!” When he winked, I socked him with a cushion. He led me through the lovingly restored 1912 craftsman house, with its fir floors, dark woodwork, tasteful furnishings, and wainscoting. When we go to the living room, I cried out, “Robin! You have a baby grand! Do you play?” Robin answered my question by sitting down on the piano bench, clearing his mind for a few seconds, and then beautifully playing the first 20 bars or so of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata. I was floored, as the subject of piano had never arisen between us. What a wonderful revelation, and I surmised that Robin had been holding out on me. What other surprises will follow as we get to know each other? He stood and asked whether I play, and I sat on the bench feeling a bit of pressure, as I had not played in a while. Luckily I was able to summon from my memory the beginning of the second movement of the Pathétique Sonata (“Midnight Blue”). I wasn’t flawless, but didn’t make a fool of myself either! I told Robin that I have a high-end electronic piano, as it's all I can fit in my condo, bit it sounds surprisingly good. We each played a few more pieces in various genres for each other, then we ended with us both singing “All the Things You Are” with Robin accompanying. I supposed that would become “Our Song”. By the time we returned to the family room it was nearly 11 pm, and the ever-romantic Robin put Buddha Bar on the CD player – that had been the first music we danced to 11 days earlier. We were still fully clothed as we gyrated to the music for a while. As midnight approached, we ceremoniously moved aside the coffee table that had both physically and symbolically divided us all those evenings as we gradually fell more deeply in love, and put the armchairs more closely together. Robin went and got the champagne in a bucket of ice, put it on the coffee table, and filled us each a beautiful crystal flute. We sat and toasted, this time locking our pinkies a longer time than we had on our first day, while gazing into each other’s eyes and smiling a bit shyly. Our glasses were somewhat unsteady as we both trembled in anticipation of what lay ahead for us, as if we were rediscovering each other anew. Knowing we were both feeling a bit anxious, I reached into my pocket, then put two little yellow pills on the table. Robin looked at them and beamed. “Cialis? Nathan, you are amazing! Remember what I told you that stuff does to my cock? You are really in for it tonight, I hope you don’t expect to get any sleep!” We each washed one down with champagne. At midnight, Robin went and switched off all the lights in the room, leaving only the fireplace. I stood to meet Robin as he returned to the chairs, and we embraced with our faces in each other’s shoulders for a long while as our sexual flushes expanded down our necks and chests. We deeply inhaled the scents from each other, then each began tentatively touching the other’s face. We kissed for our first time, beginning gently, then furiously, running our hands through each other’s hair as our kisses moved down to our necks. I pulled Robin’s golf shirt up, and he lifted it over his head and let it drop. He began to slowly undo my shirt buttons as I undid the waist button of his slacks and the fly. As I shrugged off my shirt, I moved down his body, kissing his clavicles, then his nipples, licked the little dent of his solar plexis, and ran my tongue down his belly to his navel, then I abruptly pulled his pants and undies down around his ankles. His engorged cock sproinged from its prison. He gently raised me back up and we kissed deeply as he undid my slacks and I let them drop. I pulled my undies down to release my throbbing erection. Robin then began to gently kiss my shoulders, biceps, nipples and tummy, then stopped and stood. We again embraced and kissed deeply, our hands rubbing up and down each other’s backs and asses. I turned him around so I could kiss the nape of his neck and his shoulders while inserting my cock between his thighs and reaching around to run my hands over his torso before squeezing his cock. The first time I held his cock was ambrosia for both of us, and I felt a ripple go through his body as he softly moaned. We again turned to face each other, both of us still trembling. He put his hand around my cock and I shuddered, just as he had, to finally feel his most intimate touch. Robin picked up the remote control and turned off the fire. I picked up our champagne glasses and this time we linked arms as we drank, and held each other’s cocks. I refilled the glasses with what remained of the bottle, and Robin took his glass while reaching for my free had with his. Silently he led me up three flights of stairs to his cozy attic bedroom, then said, “My love, we will be way more comfortable here than on those couches!” Robin’s queen-size bed was lit only by stars and moonlight that streamed through the skylight above. On his night table were the Fleshlights, vibrator, little brown bottles, and condoms. I thought, “He was right – no sleep for us tonight!” We actually did fall asleep, totally spent and entwined, at about 4:00 am. We then woke at about 8:00 under daylight from the skylight, both of us with massive morning woods that needed satisfying. Then we both passed out again and got up at about 10:00. Robin had hung our kimonos on the back of the bedroom door, and we donned them because of the chill in the air. The skylight revealed a gloomy day, but our grins fully made up for that! We went to the kitchen to prepare our late breakfast, and Robin took the bag I had given him out of the fridge. He had not peaked! “Oh gosh Nathan, bagels with cream cheese and smoked salmon, complete with capers, red onion, and dill. Delish!” I helped him put the bagel sandwiches together, and we also made a nice heap of scrambled eggs. “I dunno about you,” I said, “But I’m totally starving!” Robin said, grinning, “Even after all that protein I fed you in bed?” Then he left briefly to turn on some music I recognized as one of Bach’s Brandenburg Concerti. He reached into the fridge and pulled out a bottle of champagne, and asked, “Do you like mimosas?” I told him they would be perfect. As we gobbled our breakfast, Robin said, “Wow, the last 12 days since we met have been incredibly fun, but totally weird, eh? How many times do you think we jerked off together?” I responded with a grin, “I think it was 35, but you could count the empty wine bottles and multiply by 2!” We vowed that we would not celebrate just an anniversary day in future years, but a 12-day anniversary period spanning the day we met to the day we first touched. I said to Robin, “No coffee table between us ever again!”