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The lockdown lasted for weeks in a row. The alarming news was international. Not one country escaped this craziness, except, strangely, China, the country where the virus was supposed to come from. It didn't make any sense to me, but I had no time to think it over thoroughly. I was on the frontline to help people. Randy and I were exhausted trying to be a kind of filter, together with other practitioners, as to avoid a total collapse of hospitals and clinics. We contributed with our time and endless efforts that were undermined by so much contradictory information and sometimes unbelievable instructions coming from the government. We were not the only ones who were asked to lie about why people died. It was not only that we were asked to, it was demanded. Randy and I were horrified each time we received new instructions, but we didn't get the choice. "They" were intelligent enough to NOT put some instructions on paper, but calling us over the phone. We knew that if it had been put on paper, it would cause real international scandals.
In that hectic situation we didn't know where we were standing. A lot of people working in health care felt used and abused. Randy and I easily reached a work of 18 hours a day and felt the total lack of back-up, till we decided to follow the primary advises to close the center and attend our patients only by phone. We decided to go on working seven on seven, but alternating the presence at the center for any emergency that would have nothing to do with the Covid. Roberta kept her working schedules to a five days a week and trying to enjoy her weekends with her husband and children that were confined home. Her husband was a teacher and was soon organizing classes by internet. The schools were closed anyway.
When it was my day to be at the medical center, I would spend the whole day alone and on the rare occasion answer the door, passing most of my day on the phone, helping as well as I could, although I missed the personal contact with the patients. It was impossible to attend all the calls even though Roberta filtered them as much as she could. It happened more than once that I had to ask her to hold the calls because I was in need of disconnecting. I didn't know what I would have done if Roberta wasn't there.
From time to time, in between flights, Robin found the time to send me a message. He, too, was working far more than usual despite the very strict regulations they had. Their problems were coming from the fact that they didn't have any protection at all and were tested very often for Covid. The direct result was that quite some flying personnel was in sick-leave as soon as they were detected positive, although they had no symptoms and were feeling perfectly well enough to work. Rules, rules and more stupid rules was bit by bit collapsing the whole country. If it was any consolation, it was not only in our country. Bars, cafés and restaurants, as well as small businesses had to face their current invoices without having a single dime coming in. The only ones that were "working" (or not working at all) and didn't lose anything of their salary, were the politicians.
It took over a month before Robin was free on a weekend and that I was on guard at the center. During that month we had sent hundreds of messages and we called each other as much as was possible. Yes, it gave us time to know each other more and more, but I craved to have him in my arms. The only intimate moment we had had, was that one quick kiss in the hotel on my holiday destination. I wanted more. I needed more. I never thought that I could fall for a guy over the phone, but I did. I was praying to all the saints in heaven that we would be the perfect match and as far as our conversations went and the information we shared, I felt that he could be the one. Each time we called it was more and more difficult to end the call. There was always something more to tell. I learned quite a lot of things.
Robin was the middle kid of three. He had a brother and a sister and very loving parents who had to face that their two boys were both gay. It seemed that they had had no problem at all with it. It was true that Ryan, Robin's older brother, had cleared the way for Robin's coming-out. Being the hunk he was, even in his younger years, he had never faced bullying. He and his brother were quite popular despite the fact that everybody knew they were gay. Many girls and women said it was such a waste to have so handsome guys being gay and that they didn't stand a chance. As I suspected, at the airline company, he had been chosen for his good looks, but not only that. Some psychological tests had determined he was a responsible person with good values and the fact he spoke five languages had put him on the top of the list. As soon as he started to work, he had had quite some adventures, but with no strings attached. He wanted to live his life to the fullest and sex was certainly part of it. Nonetheless, he was careful with who he was going to bed with and apart from a few very disappointing experiences, he couldn't and wouldn't complain. Just like I, he discovered that lust was not everything and with time he started to search for someone who would have more meaning in his life. Sex without feelings became hollow... It became something "technical" or "mechanical" in this sense that he could perform perfectly, but it left him with a bitter taste in his mouth. He also became a bit jealous or envious of his brother who had found his perfect match and were now living together as a happy couple.
I told him that our paths were quite similar concerning the sex. I had had quite some experiences during the time at university, that were also without any strings attached. My coming-out had been a bit more difficult because my mother was very disappointed that she would never be a grandmother and my father was scared to death about what people would say. He was even convinced people would laugh at me. As I became a MAN, not a sissy, he realized nobody would ever dare to laugh at me, at least not in my face. When I got my degree as doctor in medicine, he reconciled with the fact I was gay and it was never an issue again. I have two sisters that bragged about their brother the "doctor" and not about the gay brother.
Anyway, that weekend that Robin was free of work and that I was on guard at the medical center, I asked him if he wanted to come over. As the center was officially closed, there was much chance that we would be left alone as people started to get used to that Covid thing and that the emergencies were less. If there was an emergency, it was seldom Covid-related. He found it an excellent idea. I gave him an official appointment by Whatsapp message in case there would be any control that were quite often during this lockdown. Luck was not really on our side as I was busy with a patient who had cut himself badly while doing some DIY in his house and that I had to put some stitches and a bandage on his hand. It was when I let that patient out, that I saw him patiently waiting outside the center.
As soon as he was in and that I had closed the door, we stood in front of each other like hesitant about what to do. It was only a split second and we fell in each other's arms and kissing passionately. It had nothing in comparison to the little peck we had exchanged outside the restaurant in my hotel. We were so absorbed in that kiss that we were oblivious of the world around us. Robin was an expert kisser and I couldn't get enough of it. HIs two or three day beard scratched my lips a bit, but it was not unpleasant at all. His tongue invaded my mouth as much as mine did to him. It was as if they were dueling for supremacy, but it was dead heat. It didn't prevent us to go on trying. Our chests were pressed together and I could only dream what it would be if we were naked. Even with our clothes on, I could feel his heartbeat and it incited me to press our bodies even closer together while I wrapped my arms around his waist. Robin naturally wrapped his around my neck and we were completely locked together eating out each other's mouths and breathing each other's air. Robin licked and kissed my whole face. Breathing became heavy and out heartbeats accelerated. I was just about to let my hands roam over the front of his body when... the doorbell rang.
-Oh shit, we said in unison.
I quickly tried to wipe my face of his spit and trying to be presentable when I opened the door. I pulled my mask on my face before doing so. I let an elderly woman in with her daughter. Fortunately it was nothing serious and even if I took my time to attend them properly, they were out of the door in less than ten minutes. As it was close to the time I would shut down everything, I asked if Robin wanted to follow me home.
-I have some lasagna for two that I just have to warm up. I prepared it in case...
-How strange, Robin answered, I have a bottle of wine in the car, in case...
We laughed. I switched on the call diverter and switched off the lights. We got out and I closed the door with the key. We went to our respective cars and Robin followed me to my place. I made him signs to park in the garage that I then closed. I didn't want curious eyes seeing an unknown car in my driveway. We went to the kitchen where we resumed our kiss with the same undeniable passion. Nonetheless, I broke the kiss, looking in Robin's eyes.
-Let's eat first, I said, because I can't make love with an empty stomach.
Robin smiled.
-OK ! Give me the corkscrew so I can open this bottle of wine.
He professionally opened the bottle while I put two glasses on the kitchen island. He filled them and we toasted. I switched on the oven and put the lasagna in it.
-You say that you can't make love with an empty stomach. What about kissing ?
If that was not a great invitation, it surely looked like one. We got closer and closer again, wrapping our arms around each other till our lips met. The mere touch of them, triggered a new, deep and meaningful kiss. Kisses get me going. Kisses make me horny as hell. Kisses unleashed the passion I had in me and I took Robin's face in my hands, trying to kiss him deeper and deeper. Robin had his hands on my back, pulling me closer if that was possible. We both wanted to express our inner feelings in that kiss. I just crossed my fingers that he would feel what I tried to make him understand. He understood me perfectly as he returned the kiss with that same undeniable passion he had shown at the medical center, only that he now felt a lot freer to let himself go. His hands roamed over my body on top of my shirt and trousers. He squeezed my ass-cheeks several times. Our crotches were pressed together and it was obvious we were both with a serious hard-on. If the lasagna was not in the oven, I would gladly forget I hadn't eaten yet and opened his trousers to discover what they were hiding. I limited myself to feel him up and I happily noticed he was well endowed. In one of our conversations we had mentioned we were both versatile and that opened a whole bunch of possibilities.
I broke the kiss once again and took some plates and cutlery to put on the island. The typical "ping" sound of the oven told me the lasagna had to be ready. We ate in silence. With time I would learn that Robin always concentrated on his meals and rarely or never spoke while enjoying his food. The most I would hear was a moan of appreciation when he liked what was on his plate. Robin, I learned, was a real epicurean and savored all the good things in life. A good meal with a good wine was his second favorite. Making love was his first. When our plates were empty I put everything in the dishwasher and we moved to the living room with our glasses of wine in our hands. I took the remote control with which I could control everything from television, Hifi system, lights and so on. I closed the curtains, dimmed the light and put on some soft and pleasant instrumental music that muffled the room in a romantic atmosphere. Robin straddled my lap.
-Are you afraid I am going to run away ? I asked him.
-I know you won't, he said, but I won't take any risk. It's also easier for me to look into your beautiful eyes
-My beautiful eyes ? Have you looked in the mirror lately ? Your eyes are spectacular... and I don't speak solely of their color. They have a very special spark in them. They express things. They even tell me things. They overwhelm me. They almost intimidate me. They possess strength and determination and, if like people say, they are the windows to your soul, I am very pleased with what I see.
-Don't you want to discover other parts of my anatomy?
-Oh yes, I want to discover everything there is, but seeing only your eyes fills me with total serenity. Now that I saw your eyes, you could easily blindfold me and let my hands discover the rest.
Robin took his shirt off.
-Close your eyes and start with what is not covered, he said with a smirk on his face.
He didn't have to tell me twice. My hands were first on his shoulders and arms. I was immediately stunned by the softness of his skin and the energy it radiated. It was warm and very pleasant to feel under my touch. My fingers caressed his skin like feathers and Robin closed his eyes. There were no more ironic comments. He just enjoyed my fingers softly touching him. I reached his neck and went down on his lightly furred chest till I came to his nipples. I had never seen nipples get erect so quickly and with each stroke over them, Robin gasped for air. Ok, he had sensitive nipples and I kept that information for later. His firm pecs went over to even more firm abs. It was not a visible six-pack, but there wasn't a bit of fat to be seen or felt. From his chest, there was a nice path of hair that became a treasure trail disappearing in his jeans. I loved to play with the hairs and my fingers followed the treasure trail. I caressed every square inch of naked flesh just above his waistband. I was tempted to unbuckle his belt and open the first button of his pants, but teasingly waited.
Robin grabbed my wrists and I was surprised with his strength. He pushed my hands gently down to his crotch. It was covered by his jeans and through the fabric I could feel his warm and hot hard-on. It was so big that I guessed it had to hurt as it was confined by too many layers of fabric. In one swift and rapid movement, Robin stood up, pulled his jeans off and sat back in my lap. His tiny white briefs tented obscenely and there was already a wet spot forming where the tip of his cock was. I was so eager to see it uncovered, but kept on with my slow teasing. I could see his cock pulse behind the white cotton. He did some serious efforts to pull my T-shirt from me and soon enough I was bare-chested like he was. His eyes inspected my chest that was not as defined as his, but I had not to be ashamed of anything.
HIs caresses were not as soft as mine. He was more of having his hands flat on my skin and rub it a bit more forcefully. HIs touch was nonetheless electrifying, waking up all my nerve endings. If the mere fact of caressing each other was any premonition of what love making was going to be, I was already the happiest man on earth. My nipples needed a bit more attention to stand up. His soft pinching of them reached the desired effect. Each pinch made me throw my head back and close y eyes as well as producing a nice moan.
Once again, Robin was swift and quick to pull my jeans off. I was half sitting, half laying on my sofa and he came back to sit in my lap, pushing his ass on my steel-hard cock. He bent down and kissed me. It was a soft kiss that gradually turned into a very passionate one. That was the most unfortunate moment for my cellphone to ring. I had no choice : I had to answer.
I stood up. I had only a few seconds to bring back my breathing to normal before I could say hello. It was even more difficult as Robin kept on caressing my ass-cheeks, slipping his hands under my briefs to feel the naked skin that was hidden by them. Before I ended my call, that was fortunately just a request for an appointment, my briefs were around my ankles, leaving me as naked as the day I was born. I hung up and Robin turned me around and savagely attacked my cock with his mouth. There were not that many guys that had swallowed my manhood in one go, as it was not precisely small. Robin did and his nose was buried in my pubes before I realized he was engulfing it. It was obvious it was not the first cock he ever swallowed. I had to support myself on his shoulders as my knees threatened to give away. HIs mouth and tongue gave the Royal Treatment to my cock-head and shaft. It came as a surprise to both of us that I immediately orgasmed and shot my load between his lips, shaking all over and on the verge of fainting from pure ecstasy. He sucked till he had the last drop of my semen out of my dick.
Robin stood up and took me in his arms, whispering softly in my ear.
-Where is the bedroom ?
I took him by the hand and led him to where he wanted us to be. Before falling down on the bed, he removed his underwear. I admired him. He was such a beautiful specimen of mankind, perfectly proportioned in all aspects. He was furry on chest and belly but had neatly trimmed pubes and his scrotum was totally smooth. We knew why we had had to wait so long for this moment, but it was more than worth it. He straddled my chest, pointing his magnificent organ between my lips and I opened wide to welcome him. His cock was hard as steel, warm and with velvety soft skin. I worshiped it, letting my tongue twirl around the cock-head, trying to give him as much pleasure as he had given me. I grabbed his hairless scrotum, squeezing his balls and pulling on them so that his cock grew even bigger. He had his arms raised above is head and softly pumped his cock in my mouth. I tasted his precum that was oozing out at a steady flow. From the first taste I knew I was addicted to it. I sucked like a vacuum-cleaner, pulling out of him whatever he wanted to give me and he gave me a lot when, just like me, he orgasmed without touching himself. I sucked him dry. Robin got off of my chest and laid down next to me, trying to recover his breath while his head was on my chest.
That first experience with Robin was lovely, but not lovemaking like I thought it should be. I wanted more. I wanted to deposit my seed in him just as much as I wanted him to ejaculate in my hole. It was the excitement of the "first time" that had us climax so quickly. It was also the exhaustion of the current situation that made us fall asleep in each other's arms.
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