Quarantine Gays

Michael

“Out of an abundance of caution for the spread of the COVID-19 virus, we are making the difficult decision to cancel school for tomorrow, March 12th, and Friday, March 13th. The school system is on Spring Break next week and further updates will be made available in a timely manner.” The tinny voice of the District Superintendent came through the speaker of his phone.

Michael closed his eyes, really wishing he had seen the voicemail last night. He could have slept in. But no, he didn’t. And so there he was, 5:02am, sitting on his couch, cup of coffee in hand, and suddenly not having to go to work today, tomorrow, or the week after. He was happy, of course, but he had literally nothing to work on; he left it all in his classroom thinking he would be back. And now there was nothing to do. Sweet bliss.

He relaxed into the couch, enjoying his coffee, and watched the news. Most every story was about last week’s tornado and the recovery efforts still underway. He was frustrated at the lack of work to do, but at least his apartment had been untouched. The tornado had torn a path through Nashville and the surrounding counties, destroying homes in the neighborhood literally across the street from his apartment complex. His building, his unit was undamaged, his power had come back on middle of the week. He was lucky.

His boyfriend was still asleep in the bedroom on the other side of the wall. The bar he worked at had been one of the many wiped out in last week’s storm. He had spent the last several days foraying into the neighborhood across the street, helping neighbors clear brush, brick, and search through the ruins of people’s lives, looking for precious memories. He came home each day, silent and solemn. Michael hated seeing him like that, but was proud of the work he was doing to help the community.

Michael got up and walked into the bedroom, watching Hayden sleep from the doorway. He was beautiful. The sheets were bunched up around his waist, leaving his chest bare. Michael could get hypnotized staring at him. He was muscular, but not too. He had well defined pecs, abs that could cut glass, and a delicious treasure trail leading under the sheets. He had ink, too - and it made him even hotter. His full sleeve tattoo depicted a forest on the lower half of his arm down to his wrist, with a wolf’s head and raven on his shoulder and bicep. On his right pec, just above his nipple, he had a small cross with the roman numerals VI XX XVII - 6.20.19: the day he had his last drink and became sober. His beauty was rounded out by his square jaw, low fade comb over, and neatly trimmed mustache and beard. His chest softly rose and fell with each breath. He looked so at peace in his sleep.

Michael was getting hard just looking at him, something to take care of later, he thought. He tore his eyes from Hayden, left the bedroom, heading toward the bathroom at the other end of the apartment, so as not to wake him. He got undressed and looked himself over in the mirror. He had a swimmer’s build, toned but not muscled. He was hairless and kind of pale. He had no tattoos or other real defining features. He had abs, but not like Hayden. His hair was light brown with a touch of red. His face was rounder, softer. His green eyes sparkled in the bathroom light behind his thick-framed glasses. Michael ran his hand across his chest and pinched his nipples, watching himself in the mirror. He moved his hand down, across his abs, and into the waistband of his Calvin Kleins. He slid his underwear down to the floor and got into the shower.

He lathered up, paying special attention to his cock and balls. He was still semi-hard from watching Hayden sleep and he got a great idea in his mind. He finished showering, wrapped a towel around his waist, and headed back into the bedroom.

He climbed into the bed, trying not to disturb Hayden. He slowly pulled the sheet off his waist, taking time to admire the view. If Hayden’s chest made him semi-hard, just looking at him, his cock definitely finished the job. He was cut, 8.5 inches with a fat cockhead and thick shaft. He had a thick vein that pulsed whenever he was hard. Hayden must have been having a good dream, because was already slightly hard. Michael reached out to begin his morning surprise.

Michael slowly dropped his mouth onto Hayden’s cockhead, sucking gently. He left the cockhead to slowly lick down the shaft and back to the top. Putting him all into his mouth now, Michael went back down, slowly taking every inch of his boyfriend into his throat. When he reached the base, Michael hummed gently and relished the feeling of Hayden’s thick cock. He slowly took his mouth off the cockhead, looking up at Hayden. He was starting to stir, hard now, and clearly enjoying the experience. Michael took some time to slowly jack him off, using his spit as lube, before going back down on him. When he got to the base of his cock again, Hayden (now very much awake) held down his head until Michael couldn’t breathe, returning for air.

“Well this a fun surprise,” Hayden mused, chuckling. “But aren’t you going to be late for work?”

“They called it off,” Michael said before returning his attention to his boyfriend’s cock.

Hayden moaned as Michael deepthroated him once more. “Holy fuck, babe,” he whispered hoarsely, lust dripping into every syllable. “I love it when you do that.”

Slowly swirling his tongue around the head, Michael went back down.

“I’m not going to last long,” Hayden warned. “And… oh shit… I…”

Michael enjoyed it when he couldn’t think straight. He gently pulled on his boyfriend’s heavy balls, massaging them while he took him into his throat, again and again.

“I… fuck… Michael, baby… I’m gonna…”

“Go ahead,” Michael said, taking his mouth off Hayden’s thick shaft. “I haven’t had breakfast yet.” He went back down.

“Oooooh my go- OOOH baby… holy fuck…”

Michael felt his balls tighten and his cock pulse in his throat. He slammed his mouth back onto Hayden’s cock.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-”

Thick ropes of hot cum filled Michael’s mouth. He expertly swallowed the whole load that his boyfriend fed him, enjoying the salty taste. He kept his mouth on his cock, taking every drop. When Hayden had cum his entire load, Michael moved up to the top of the bed, licking his lips and kissed Hayden, deeply and passionately.

“Come on - let me make you some breakfast,” he said with a smirk.