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Robin had expected to have a happy and joyful conversation with his mother, but it was not the case. Of course she showed genuine happiness for the both of us and hoped to be able to see us soon. The problem was his father who was not so well. Robin's mother was afraid to let their doctor come. She had heard so many things about the Covid and was scared to death that they would take her husband away and that she wouldn't be able to see him. They were so dependent on each other that the idea of being separated was winning over having her husband taken to hospital. Robin asked his mother to hold on for a moment and looked at me, explaining rapidly what was going on and asked if I did house visits. Normally seen I didn't, but as I saw Robin's worried face I accepted immediately.
Before going to his parent's house, I stopped at our medical center and took two PCR tests with me. His mother opened the door and they hugged as if they hadn't seen each other in years. Robin introduced me and I was hugged with a certain fever. His father laid down on the sofa in the living room with a blanket over him although it was not cold at all. I switched over to professional mode and auscultated him, listening carefully to what he was complaining about. Listening to his lungs I was not very happy. My absolute first diagnosis was that he probably suffered a pneumonia. I performed the Covid tests on him and his wife. After that I left in a hurry to get the results as soon as possible.
When the results of the Covid tests came back, they were both negative. That was a relief but nonetheless, I was worried to send him to hospital. Too many cases had been written down with Covid as the cause when they were not. I prescribed the necessary medication and even went to fetch them myself at the pharmacy where I always went. They knew me there and wouldn't ask any questions. As Robin was back to work, I went to his parent's house and gave his father a few injections and some pills as follow-up treatment. Just like I thought, the antibiotics did their work and the need for hospitalization disappeared. I kept Robin updated with his father healing evolution.
Not even a week after the first injection, his father was feeling a lot better. He was not cured a hundred percent yet, but he followed my orders very strictly. He was a model-patient I would say. Needless to say I became Robin's mother's hero. I had done what had to be done without sending her husband to hospital. During the follow-up visits I had, I met Ryan and his husband as well as Rita, Robin's sister. They were great people and I could see where Robin's genes came from, but also his education and his view on life. Actually, our two families were quite similar and it reminded me my mother telling me to find a life partner in "our" world like she called it.
The lockdown came to an end, finally. It didn't mean, according to the politicians, that the pandemic wasn't over. They really didn't see, or didn't WANT to see the similarity with the flu the other year : a first wave at the end of the winter and a second wave at the end of the summer. For me it was just pure logic and a normal course of things. Anyway, with spring and summer people were a bit more relaxed, fortunately. At our medical center things got back to almost normal. Robin's flights were back to normal again, as he was working for a regular airline and not a low-cost one. We were more than happy that we could see each other when we wanted.
Robin lived in a furnished studio-apartment. At the time, when he started flying, he didn't see the need to have a big apartment as he was always away. Once he could afford something better, he was so used to his studio and was to lazy to look for something else and move. The result was that we spent about ninety percent of our time at my place. In the month of June I told him it was stupid to spend money on a studio where he almost never was and asked him to move-in with me. You should have seen his face when I asked him. It was his birthday and Christmas at the same time. On a weekend we were both free, we moved his meager belongings. He didn't have that many clothes except for his uniforms. For the rest he was almost always wearing jeans and T-shirts. Two boxes with books and CD's were soon packed. The only important thing he had, was a huge flatscreen television.
Actually, living together didn't change a lot, except that he now always came home to sleep. He admitted that sleeping alone, since he met me, was something he didn't look forward to. He missed me in his sleep. I didn't have to say it that it was exactly the same for me. It was not only sleeping alone that was hard. It was more the fact that we made love quite often. Depending on our schedules, it was a daily (or should I say a nightly) activity. I always thought that once people were living together, the sexual part decreased. Nothing was farther from the truth than that for us. Robin had a vivid imagination and was the first one to make his imagination turn into reality. It didn't become kinky as we were more vanilla kind of guys, but from time to time he knew how to spice up our lovemaking. I never knew when he was in such a mood. He said the surprise effect was a big part of the success an idea could have.
We had both had our share of men in the past. It was not that we were promiscuous, but it often happened that we were in need of a human touch. Blatantly said : being bored of masturbation. Yes, before we met, we loved masturbation to a certain point, but we craved the skin-to-skin contact with another man. Thanks to these anonymous sex experiences, we learned what we liked and what we didn't like at all.
I remembered the time I went to a bathhouse. I was not looking for anything sexual and therefor didn't go to a gay sauna. Sometimes I just wanted to sit in the steam-room and sweat as much as I could. The build-in concrete seating was at two different levels to allow the choice of heat. The down seats were giving you quite some heat, but the upper ones were making you sweat immediately and abundantly. In normal circumstances, I would sit on the lower level to adapt a bit and then move to the upper seats and let the steam do its work. I loved it to sweat like that. I knew the warmth would open my pores of my skin and let all the toxins out. I always did it in three sessions. A first one of about ten minutes and then getting out to shower. Coming back in I would try to endure over fifteen minutes and then shower again. The third session would be as long as I could stand it, feeling my heartbeat go faster each time till my body got used to the warmth and that my heartbeat would come back to normal despite the tremendous heat.
I always went in totally naked. Some people kept their towel wrapped around their waist and I couldn't understand it. In the steam room it would get humid and then literally wet. It was not really efficient if you wanted to dry off after your shower. That particular day there were not a lot of people in the bathhouse. There were men in majority, some couples but no women alone. I was in my third session and relaxed to a maximum on the higher bench with my eyes closed. With the steam I couldn't see anything anyway. As usual, I sat there with my legs open to allow the sweat rolling down my body. I felt, more than I saw or heard, somebody sitting on the lower bench just between my legs. I found it strange as there was quite a lot of space free. As I said, I was not looking for a sexual adventure. If I had, I would have chosen a gay bathhouse.
The man sitting between my legs was breathing hard and probably had a difficult time to adapt to the warmth. Nonetheless, he didn't move and so didn't bother me. I felt some movement that I recognized. That man was clearly playing with his cock as it was just his right arm that moved in a rhythmic way. I was not surprised. The heat in the steam room could cause a certain horniness. I tried to not pay attention, except that his left hand came on my left foot and stayed there at first. After a while he started to caress my foot and even played with my toes. Honestly ? It felt good. He stopped playing with his cock when I didn't pull my foot away. He took that as an invitation to go further. His right hand came on my right foot and he gave it the same treatment as the left one. I am a human and when somebody touches me, my cock reacts.
The man then lifted my foot and brought it up to his mouth and licked it, taking one toe at the time between his lips while caressing my calve. His intentions became quite obvious. I didn't know why, but I started to rub his shoulders, massaging them. The more I massaged him, the more he sucked on my toes. I didn't know if the man was young or old, fat or skinny. I tried to discover more by letting my hands glide over his shoulders and down his chest. He was hairy, that was the least I could say. I was already over my time of my third session, but couldn't get up and leave. It felt too good. When he got up, I thought the warmth had gotten to him and that he would leave. I was wrong. He turned around and knelt down on the bench he was sitting on just an instant before. In this position he was lower than I, but at the perfect height to reach the rest of my body.
His hands glided over my thighs. With the abundant sweat, you can imagine they glided easily and he quickly reached my hips. His hands seemed to be on a discovery trip of my body as with the steam, we still couldn't see a thing. He was blatant enough to get to my groin and grab my cock that was rock-hard. For him it was a second sign that I didn't mind at all what he was doing. In the very dimmed light (almost darkness) I could just see him move and come closer to me. He was bending down and from his position I knew exactly where his head would land : in my crotch. That was exactly what happened and I could feel his hot breath on my cock before he engulfed it and swallowed it to the root. I gasped and almost automatically put my hands on his head. My mystery man bobbed up and down on my cock and twirled his tongue on my over-sensitive cock-head. At that rhythm I would shoot my load fast and I had strong suspicion that it was the only thing he was aiming for.
I let myself glide on the wet tiles of the bench, till my ass was over the edge and in the air. Mystery man understood my meaning and his free hand traveled to my ass where he introduced a finger in my hole. It was soon joined by a second one and he was clearly looking for my prostate. When he found it, he rubbed it and almost abused it and... I loved it. A mouth on my cock and fingers in my ass were the only things I needed to reach a tremendous orgasm, unloading in his willing mouth. He swallowed my juices eagerly. When he noticed he had sucked me dry, he turned around and left the steam room. I had to recover my breath and a few moments later I had to leave the steam room as well. I went to the shower, but didn't see anybody. My mystery guy had vanished. It was not that I wanted to know him, but at least I wanted to thank him. I didn't get the chance. I looked at the clock on the wall and saw I just broke my record in the steam room, having being in for over forty-five minutes. The cold shower I took, brought me back to my senses. My skin was like a dried prune. The cold water restored it a little bit.
I told that story to Robin with a lot of details. Like always, when talking about cocks and blowjobs, he was hard as rock. He dropped on his knees between my legs and immediately went to work to open my jeans and pull it off my legs. He first munched a bit on my cock-head through the cotton fabric of my tiny briefs. He pulled them down as well. I thought he would come back and dive into my crotch, but apparently he wanted to re-create the scene of the steam room. When he pulled my briefs over my feet, he took them and brought them to his mouth that he opened wide so that my toes all fit in it. He sucked my toes just like mystery man had done, only that he did it a lot longer. He was literally worshipping my feet, licking them and creating incredible sensations. The memory of that man in the steam room, added by Robin's actions, had me at the highest excitement level. Robin then began an upward travel along my claves and thighs. Reaching my crotch he first paid attention to my balls while he let my legs rest on his shoulders. Although we were not in a steam room, I had to gasp for air.
Just like the man at the bathhouse, he took my cock in his mouth and was determined to give me the best blowjob ever. Oh yes ! He succeeded. He had listened well to my story as I felt first one and then two fingers entering my ass, looking for my prostate and rub it like crazy. I was so close to cumming ! I wanted to stop him to return the favor, but he didn't let me. He sucked himself onto my cock like a vacuum cleaner and I couldn't help to orgasm there and then. He kept my load in his mouth and came up to share it with me in a passionate kiss. While kissing I could feel he was opening his own trousers and start to masturbate. My story must have excited him a lot as he soon shot is load in his hand. When the last drop was out, he brought his hand up to my face, inviting me to lick it up. I gladly did it and we were soon kissing again, sharing my juices this time. The frenzy slowly faded.
-If you have more stories like that, I would like to hear them, he said.
-Does it excite you that I had sex with someone else than you ? I asked.
-It is just a story Al, he said, and a hot one at that. It wakes up my horniness and makes me want to please you. You tickle my imagination and it is just that : imagination. I don't want to SEE you with another guy. I told you I don't want to share you with anyone, at least sexually. Call me old-fashioned if you want, but as I love you I don't want anything but monogamy. You just told me a story and with all the details it woke-up my hormones. It was like watching a porn movie, but it was my imagination that created the images.
-I understand, I said, and maybe one day you can tell me an adventure of your own and excite me like I did to you...
Although I wasn't sure about that ! Even if it was only imagination, the mere idea that someone else would touch my lover was unbearable for me. I had never been jealous before, but then again I had never been in love with anybody like I was with Robin. They say that jealousy is a lack of self-confidence. I couldn't agree with that. I knew that I loved Robin and that he loved me. He never gave me the slightest opportunity to get jealous. It was all in my mind.
Christmas was approaching. We expected the problem that both families wanted to have us for Christmas Eve as it was a tradition. We thought about inviting both families to our place. Then the news dropped that we were not allowed to have gatherings of more than six people ! With both our families we were far above that figure. We needed a conference call with our mothers who were organizing things. That was fun as neither of our mothers were used to conference calls and it was a bit awkward at first. At the end it was agreed that we would spend Christmas Eve at Robin's parents and Christmas Day at mine.
Robin and I had to find time to go shopping for presents. The only place that was open was the big mall we have in town. I crossed my fingers that we would find what we needed. With all the family members we knew the present budget would be huge. After all, we both had good incomes and could afford it. I also had to see with Randy what he wanted, rather Christmas or New Year. One of us had to be on guard although we would use the call diverter and hope there wouldn't be any calls, although on these evenings it would have been a miracle. Finally Randy took the Christmas guard whereas I would have the New Year one. Roberta, who was the only one with children, would have both bank holidays free.
The Monday before Christmas, Robin and I were both free and we went to the mall in my car. My car had given me some trouble lately. OK... it was old but I never gave a lot of attention to a car and I had not always the time to let it service. Robin suggested that after the festivities, it would be time to go car-shopping.
-You can't afford to have your car leave you in the middle of nowhere and not functioning anymore.
He had a point there. I was not the kind of guy to spend a lot of money on a car and most of the time I looked for secondhand ones. Robin couldn't understand that.
-Your car is a kind of work instrument for you. It has to take you from point A to point B in a minimum of time and you have to be able to rely on it. On the long run, a new car will be cheaper and more reliable as you will have warranty and guaranteed service, probably with a courtesy car when you go for service. I am a bit like you. When I am on stand-by I have to reach the airport in a minimum of time and can't afford to get late as it would mean that the plane can lose its slot.
He was right again. I hated to spend that kind of money, but it was necessary. Since I was not really enthusiastic about it, he went on the Internet to see what was available. I didn't care about the shape and color of the car. My main preoccupation was the reliability of the car and with a decent price. He showed me several car-sites. I didn't show a lot of interest. The only thing that appealed to me was that KIA offered seven years warranty and four years free service. Looking at the models, I had to admit their Sportage was quite nice, not too big (easy to park) but offering quite a lot of inside space. But all that would be for the month of January or even February.
We hadn't bothered to put up a Christmas tree as we would be in our respective families anyway. We did pay a lot of attention to the presents we bought and to wrap them up nicely, not forgetting to put names on each packet. My present for Robin was obvious. I wanted to ask him to marry me and so bought two identical discrete but beautiful rings. For the rest of the family it was a bit more difficult as they already had everything they needed. I also wanted to find something for Randy and Roberta because, in fact, they were the people I spent the most time with, apart from Robin.
Two days before Christmas, as Robin and I were watching the news on television, the BOMB fell. Family gatherings were not really allowed. What was allowed were the gatherings of the people living in the same house plus two, nothing else ! All our plans were ruined. There wouldn't be the traditional present exchange. There wouldn't be a nice meal around a big table, surrounded by family. Both our mothers were devastated. They already had bought everything, not only the presents, but also the food and drinks. We suddenly had to re-organize everything so that we could, at least, have some kind of festivity. I seriously wondered if the politicians would follow their own rules. I doubted it. It is well known that everybody is equal in front of the law, but as I often said, some people were more equal than others. That was pure sarcasm, but I couldn't laugh about it.
We tried to see the positive side of it all, although it was difficult. Christmas would be spread over several days, being it at my parent's house or Robin's. We all agreed to leave the presents in the respective houses before the actual celebrations and our parents would see to it that everybody received what was foreseen. It lost a lot of its enchantment, but it was the only way. I could, of course, go to any place I needed or wanted, thanks to the fact I am a medical doctor, but Robin couldn't go with me.
With all the new organizations, Robin and I spent Christmas Eve on our own. We were well decided to make the best of it and forget it was normally seen a family celebration. We spent quite some time in the kitchen and prepared some things that we wouldn't on a normal day. We chilled two bottles of Champagne as we knew we didn't have to drive and be faced with police controls. It was not our intention to get drunk, but one bottle for the whole evening seemed not really enough. To accentuate that it was a special night nonetheless, we even dressed up. It could sound stupid, but we put on our tuxedos. We gave a lot of attention to have a very nicely dressed table and as we had not put up a Christmas tree, we used some of the decorations on the table.
I decided to ask Robin to marry me, even if there was no family around. So, I put that little box with the rings on the table, next to his plate. When he saw the little box in red paper and with a beautiful gift ribbon, he ran to the bedroom and put a very similar box next to my plate. Yes, we were both very curious about what was in the boxes and showed a lot of patience. We decided to open the boxes at midnight. We lit like a hundred candles and switched off the lights when we sat down to eat. Robin chose some nice music. It was perfect.
During the main course the conversation turned to the subject of what that year had brought us. It was incredible what we had lived together during that strange pandemic year. We realized we already had a lot of memories together and we heartedly laughed at some of them. More than once we would also look at each other in silence, trying to transmit the love we felt. It was Robin who asked me something after such a silent.
-Al... I am so happy with you ! I can't imagine life without you. You are my world, my rock, my everything... Would there be any possibility that you would consider marrying me ?
-Robin... to know the answer to that, you just have to open the little present that is next to your plate...
His hands were suddenly shaking when he opened the little box. While he was doing that, I came around the table and sank on one knee. At the moment he opened it and saw the rings, I asked him to marry me. He had a single tear rolling down his cheek and couldn't utter a word. He vigorously nodded his had.
-Robin, you have to say it !
It was the loudest "YES" I had ever heard. We both stood up. I slipped the ring on his finger and he did the same to me with the second one. We then shared the most romantic and passionate kiss.
We hadn't finished or main course yet...
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