If It Weren't For the Quarantine

"Damn.. Wish you could come over to blow me now," he texts one night.

"I wish I could, too," I text back. "At this point of quarantine, I'm just wanting to suck on some dick. Or dicks."

"I wonder when we can meet, man. I am damn horny right now." And right at that moment, the imagery conjures up in my head vividly...

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Sunday, 11:30pm. I get dressed in my bedroom. First, a pair of bikini briefs that hug the curves of my ass well, followed by a pair of knee-length shorts and a plain T-shirt.

Due to the nature of my work I don't have to work on Mondays. And because my parents have to wake up early in the morning to go to their respective workplaces, they call it an early night. This provides me the opportunity to sneak out of the house to meet my buddy.

I poke my head out of my bedroom door, making sure there is no one in the living room. When the coast is clear, I tiptoe from my bedroom to the main door, my heart beating heavily in my chest due to the nervousness and slight potential of getting caught. I try not to fumble too much with my keys as I attempt to unlock the heavy wooden door without making too much noise. The trembling of my hands does not seem to help with my mission, but I manage to unlock it in no time. I sneakily slip outside, put on my sandals and gently close and lock the door. The tough part is now over. Now the fun can really begin.

The great thing about my buddy and I is that we live in the same area, just a short subway ride apart. I swiftly make my way to the subway station near my place and wait for it to arrive. Once it arrives as scheduled, I hop onboard and begin my brief journey to his place. It's late on a Sunday night, so there is very few people on board at this time.

It takes about 10 minutes to get to the station near my buddy's place. When I reach my destination, I step off the subway and drop him a text letting him know of my whereabouts. "Hey, just alighted at the station. Is it safe for me to come up?" I usually ask him that because he, like me, also has family staying with him.

"Yeah, you can come up now," he responds.

I quicken my pace as I approach his front door. "At the door," I remind him via text. Seconds later, I hear the door unlock and see it swing open.

And there he stands: dressed in a white singlet and boxer shorts, he greets me and ushers me in. I make a beeline for his bedroom while he follows closely behind, making sure to lock the main door. Once both of us are in the bedroom and he closes the door behind him, he strips off his singlet. I stand for a while, looking him up and down, heavily breathing as I am mesmerised by his tight body, clearly cultivated from years of training.

Soon enough, I find my mouth enveloping his right nipple, his sensitive spot. I hear him breathing sharply as I work on it with my lips, my tongue, my teeth. Then it's his left nipple, his other sensitive spot. His moaning and groaning makes me pitch a tent in my loins, just as I'm sure that my soft nibbling is making him pitch one too. I slowly bring my tongue up from his chest to his left ear, making sure to gently kiss his neck on the way there. I nibble on the lobe slowly, making sure I pleasure him in the right spots.

I dress myself down to my tiny briefs, already sporting a hard-on. He takes off his boxer shorts as well, revealing that he, too, has on a pair of tiny briefs, with his huge member practically straining in them, yearning to be released. I go back to his nipples with my mouth, worshipping them with all my might, while using my hand to caress his growing dick through his briefs.

I get on my knees and wrap my lips around his cock head through his underwear, making it see-through with my spit. "I can taste the precum already," I tell myself. I grab the elastic band of his briefs and lower them down to his feet, and his enormous cock nearly misses my face as it swings down upon its release. I am hypnotised once again. He truly has a beautifully perfect dick, in length, girth and, from experiences past, taste.

I bring my face down to his shaved testicles and begin to lick them, occasionally engulfing them completely in my mouth. Then I slowly bring my mouth up the shaft and to the frenulum, where I make sure to stimulate it by ticking it with the tip of my tongue. His cock practically has a mind of its own as it twitches off my tongue and falls back on it due to the sensation.

Once I was ready, I take on the beast entirely. I start by sucking on the head, then slowly making my way down, opening up my throat to allow more of it to enter until the entire length finds its way in my mouth. His already-constant moaning gets a little bit louder as I take on his fully-erect penis. My head bops up and down, up and down, covering it with my saliva as I make it wet enough to ease the in-out process. Once in a while, the tip hits the back of my throat, gagging me. But I don't care - I am there to service my buddy, and I am willing to make the effort to pleasure him well tonight.

Some time later he takes a small bottle from his table, unscrews it open and takes a heavy whiff of it. It is his trusty bottle of poppers. He offers it to me, and I also take a whiff. It sends me into absolute euphoria - my heartbeat quickens, my head gets warm, and best of all, my throat relaxes and opens up so that I can get his gargantuan member further down my throat without activating a gag reflex. He loves the feeling so much that he grabs the back of my head and begin face-fucking me hard, slamming his heavy balls onto my chin, before shoving his cock down my mouth and throat, holding it in position for a couple seconds.

This goes on for a good while - cock-suck, poppers, face-fuck, deepthroat, repeat. All of this while I work on his nipples with my thumb and fingers. I am now completely transformed. I am now just a mouth for my buddy to pleasure himself with. Being in this state gets me real hot and bothered, and his constant moans of "Fuck yeah," "Suck that fucking cock" and "Fuck, it feels so good" amplifies the feeling even more.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he warns me soon enough. I've made my efforts shown, and I am ready to receive my reward. Upon hearing those words, I quicken my blowing pace, but not too much to the point that it is uncomfortable. His moaning quickens. His gasps for air sharpen. Swiftly, he takes his hands, grabs the back of my head once again and shoves the entire length of his penis into my mouth, sending streams of cum down my throat. I swallow it all, savouring the taste.

He offers me a paper towel to clean myself up afterwards, mainly my mouth area. I quickly get dressed as he peeks out of his bedroom to ensure that the coast is clear. When he's sure, he leads me through the living room to the main door and ushers me out, bidding me farewell. I look at the date and time on my phone. Monday, 1:15am. The subway is definitely not running at this time, so I call an Uber and make my way home.

Once I make it back, I approach the main door and unlock it, once again making sure that I make as little noise as possible. I slip back into the house, lock the door and scurry back to my bedroom. I wipe the sweat off my body with a towel, change into my pyjamas, and sink into my bed.

I look down and notice my unattended-to erection. Maybe I will close out the night with a jerk-off session. Maybe I won't and leave it be until a later time. Nonetheless, my buddy is satisfied with my service, and I am satisfied with my reward.

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But alas, all this is not possible due to the situation of the world right now. If it weren't for the quarantine...