Lockdown

The home I had recently bought proved to be one of the best decisions of my life. The entire perimeter had a six foot wall surrounding it, affording me all the privacy that I had been yearning for after selling my previous home, which had a really irritating neighbour who lived next to me.

Daryl, my neighbour in the previous house, practically moved in with me because he was always popping around after spotting me outdoors. It was clear that he and his wife weren’t getting along very well and I had to bear the brunt of their strained relationship. In Daryl’s defence, he wasn’t a freeloader and always brought booze with him when visiting, but constantly having to tolerate his company became a great strain for me. One of the biggest motivating factors in relocating was to get away from him.

In my new home, I decided that I would never again befriend my neighbours. Fortunately, this worked out perfectly and the odd nod of acknowledgement when seeing them as I drove passed and into my garage was all I permitted. The two older couples who lived on either side of me were very quiet. An added benefit was that neither neighbour had troublesome and noisy dogs to irritate me. Consequently, I revelled in the solitude and anonymity that I had been longing for.

In my new environment, I did all my grocery shopping at the brilliant local superette up the road from me. That’s where I first encountered Dixon and Ralph, who are the focus of this story.

From day one these two guys mesmerised me. To refer to them as hobos or beggars, would possibly be misleading, because they were not skanky or irksome in any way or from. At the risk of being chastised for my use of semantics, let me rather describe them as drifters. Although they were unemployed and had no fixed abode, they always appeared to be reasonably respectable. Outside the superette, nobody shunned them in fear of a filthy contamination of some or the other sort, and most of the patrons treated them in a respectful and obliging manner. Of course, they were there to solicit a monetary reward for their ‘services,’ which consisted of pushing trolleys and unpacking groceries into awaiting vehicles.

For my part, I never tipped them but always bought them each a pie or sandwich for their services, which they always graciously accepted.

Being a keen observer of body language, I must impart that noted that there seemed to be a very special bond between the two guys. They were definitely close comrades who looked out for one another. Ralph, the younger of the two, whom I assumed was in his mid-thirties, was the more gregarious frontman of the two. Dixon, who was quieter of the two, I estimated to be in his forties. There was an unmistakable hierarchy in their relationship, given the deferential manner in which Ralph always displayed toward Dixon.

Both the guys were very sexy large men, but if I were to pick, Ralph would’ve been my choice. Ralph had an intoxicating and goofy boyishness that was totally awesome. I cannot tell you how many nights I spent fantasising about them, because they were both fuckin’ hot, in a rough and manly manner.

When the dreaded COVID19 virus hit, I wondered what affect this would have on the two men after lockdown, with all the talk of social distancing having become the flavour of the month.

The morning after the lockdown commenced, I made my way to the superette for some shopping. As always, I bought food that I handed over to the guys upon arrival at my motor vehicle.

“How are you guys going to cope with the current situation?” I asked innocently, once there.

“Well, we have been told by the management of the place that the authorities will be cracking down hard as from today,” Ralph informed me, before concluding, “So, I suppose we’ll be fucked.”

“Wow, I’m sad to hear that. Are you guys going to be okay?” I asked.

“Fuck knows,” he replied despondently. Ralph then went on to tell me that their support system had evaporated after an old lady who had always allowed them to sleep in her garage, had left to spend the duration of the lockdown with her daughter. Consequently, they were ‘homeless’ and would have to rough it.

On an impulse I then replied, “Listen, if you guys need a place to sleep, I have large garage and you can use my aluminium lounges in the garage,” I offered.

“Are you serious?” Ralph replied and before I could answer, concluded, “Fuck… that would be incredible.”

Ralph then went on to assure me that they would be out and about during the day and hopefully still be able to earn money for food. “We’ll be as little trouble to you as possible and I promise, we won’t get in your hair,” he solemnly assured me.

“Cool… so what time should I collect you two guys?” I replied in conclusion.

“Six, if… that suits you?” he eagerly stammered.

“No problem,” I assuredly replied, before adding, “Don’t worry about food, I’ll cook a meal for us tonight.”

“Wow… you really don’t need to do that,” he bashfully replied.

“But, I’d like to,” I answered, cheerily.

Once home, I really worried about my generosity. They were hot and so I obviously had ulterior sexually motivated motive, but, if I was barking up the wrong tree, this could end up being a bind rather than pleasure in my life. I also really didn’t want another Daryl situation in my life. My horny intrigue, nonetheless, had by now totally eclipsed my reasoning.

As my mind worked overtime assessing all the possibilities, my excitement was tinged with apprehension. Unashamedly, my altruistic notion of looking out for my fellow man was deviously tainted with voyeuristic and carnal desires, which I secretly hoped would turn into a fruitful lockdown situation going forward.

By six that afternoon, I was bristling with excitement as Ralph and Dixon got into my vehicle. I had prepared a chicken stew that was simmering away, before setting the table for our dinner. After each of us sipped on a beer I asked the guys if they had any washing that needed to be taken care of. Unsurprisingly, they did, and soon my washing machine was in full operation.

During dinner the guys told me that Mary, the old lady who allowed them to use her garage also permitted them to use her washing machine once a week, which explained why they were always respectably clean when I encountered them. They also went on to mention that she also allowed them to shower once a week, which I naturally took as a hint.

“Would you guys like to shower later tonight?” I asked, before adding that they could use my guest toilet whenever needed.

“If you don’t mind,” both answered enthusiastically, before again thanking me profusely for my kindness.

Not wanting to be too accommodating in case things didn’t work out like I was hoping for, I decided to take a guarded approach and suggested that after dinner they could check out the stretchers in the garage, before adding that we would wash their sleeping bags the following day to allow a proper drying period before the following evening.

Ralph and Dixon kept on effusing their appreciation for my kindness after my suggestion, assuring me that they really wouldn’t get up my nose during lockdown. They also pleaded with me not to feel obligated to feed them.

When the time came for them to shower, I played my trump card by asking if they each had a clean pair of underpants and a t-shirt, so that I could wash the clothing they were wearing after the first washing cycle had ended.

In a bold move, I then accompanied them to the guest bathroom and asked for the outfits they were wearing. To my amazement, both stripped unabashedly before handing over their clothing. As you would suspect, I had a good look at their two magnificent naked bodies as every fantasy I had dreamed about was exceeded. Upon glancing at their impressive uncut dicks, my mouth almost began to water.

Much as I could have stood looking at them all night decorum prevailed, and I departed shortly, after assuring them that I had two geysers and that they didn’t have to worry about being too frugal.

“Have an enjoyable long shower,” I uttered, as I exited with a kind smile.

As I left them alone I observed that there was only one bath towel hanging over the rack. I was pleased about this because it gave me the opportunity to return later with an additional towel.

When I did return they didn’t hear me, no doubt due the noise of the flowing water. Through the fogged up glass of the shower door, however, I saw two bodies intertwined, and there was no doubt that they were in a lover’s embrace. Although I wasn’t able to see too much detail, the thrill that surged through me due this wonderful sight made me weak at the knees.

When I finally spoke, mentioning that I had brought an extra towel for them, they instantly parted like two repelling magnets. I did not dally and instantly left the bathroom once more.

Pleased as I was by what I had seen, I was, nevertheless, sorry about my interruption. Their shower was over very quickly after that and upon joining me in the living area soon after my untimely visit, their faces were flushed and they both looked rather sheepish.

As I handed each guy a beer, Ralph began to stammer. “We… really must apologise… and hope that you weren’t offended by what you saw.”

“I wasn’t offended at all. I fact, I thought it was very hot,” I salaciously replied in a reassuring manner.

As look of anxious relief now overcame both men, I decided to cut to the chase, before asking, “How long have you been lovers?”

Ralph now uncomfortably replied, “Well, although we were both straight when we met, when you find yourself in our position in life, one has to learn to take comfort where you can find it.”

Next, after beckoning them to join me in the lounge, I continued along my bold path. “Listen, I’ve been thinking… that maybe you guys should use my spare room while you are staying with me?”

“Eddie, that won’t be necessary,” Ralph quickly retorted, before explaining, “We’re very happy to use the garage.”

Although I was worried that I had just been politely told to keep my distance, I, nevertheless, surged forward. “Oh, I insist. It’s still pretty cold and the spare room will be much more comfortable,” I sagaciously confirmed.

“Wow, that’s very kind of you,” Dixon now interjected, before Ralph tentatively reaffirmed, “If you really don’t mind?”

“I really don’t mind at all,” I decisively confirmed.

Very pleased by how things were unfolding, I decided to up the ante. “Of course, to save on laundry, let me suggest that as I already have a really large king sized bed and could also do with some ‘comfort’, we could simply use my bed to accommodate you guys during your stay.”

This was followed by sustained and totally stunned look on both their faces at my bold suggestion.

Our impasse was finally broken by Dixon, when he smiled and with a chuckle replied, “In difficult times like these, we can all do with some extra comfort. And if that includes contributing toward saving the planet, then why not?”

As the veil of uncertainty lifted we all began to laugh. I was enormously relieved and elated by the incredible good fortune that the lockdown had apparently sent my way. What pleased me most was the lustful look that had now also begun to overcome their faces. I couldn’t have hoped for a better result.

By now I was also very horny and decided to move things along. “Why don’t we quickly do the dishes and have an early night,” I then suggested.

As we were finishing off in the kitchen, Dixon embraced me and pushed my body up against the counter. The boldness of the kissing that followed was mind-blowing. Better yet, Ralph soon joined in and soon our writhing triangle of carnality was in full swing.

‘Yes, fuck, yes, this has worked out perfectly,’ I thought to myself.

As our horny lips and groping hands went into overdrive to an accompaniment of lustful sexual sounds, we soon, as if by magic levitation, found our bodies transported toward the bedroom as my hands tugged on their two large stick shifts, gearing us ever onward toward our destination.

Once finally naked and on the bed, ravishing lips commenced touring my head and crotch in a melee of bliss, the likes of which I had never before experienced.

I was now becoming the passive benefactor to the two hunks, as my mouth and backside got filled by their two large pacifiers. As I lay on my back, Dixon ‘comforted’ my arse while Ralph did so to my mouth. This animated attack was sustained and the two men regularly kept swapping positions. The domination by the two was heavenly and given my excitement, I soon ejaculated the first of many loads that would follow. The action seemed never-ending and apart from the obvious stimulation, their ongoing affection toward me and one another was awesome.

After both guys had cum, Dixon in my backside and Ralph in my mouth, we lay side by side on the bed with me in the middle. During our brief intermission the kissing between us never ceased.

This pause, however, did not last too long before yet another full out carnal onslaught again got underway. Not only was I overwhelmed by their stamina, but I was also very pleased that I did not have to work the following day.

Once we were all totally exhausted after our marathon, sleep soon followed.

In the early hours of the following morning, when Dixon and I headed to the bathroom for a morning piss, he decided that I needed more ‘comforting.’ We never made it to the toilet bowl, however, because Dixon pulled me into the shower for a golden rainstorm. I had never experienced piss-play before that, but would now become a total addict. The feel of the hot liquid was exquisitely invigorating as it bathed my head and body. Added to that, the bitter taste that initially disturbed me soon became strangely delicious to my palate. It was like one of those flavours that as a child one is always told that you have to acquire a taste for, challenging you into an early maturity.

As Dixon’s tap ran dry and he commenced skull-fucking me, Ralph arrived on the scene. Dixon now moved to the side for my second yellow anointment as Ralph commenced his morning piss. There was a brief pause to our proceedings as Dixon plug his cock into Ralph’s backside. What now became clear was that Ralph also had a far larger bladder as I almost drowned in piss.

Once Ralph’s flow ended my bladder was about to burst. Upon me announcing this news, Ralph got onto all fours before me as Dixon continued to fuck him in a crouched position.

“We’re all yours, buddy,” Dixon said with a smile before I let loose over both of them in spectacular fashion, enjoying the most gratifying piss I had ever experienced.

As a further treat, when Dixon was about to cum a short while later and offered his load to me, I leaned over Ralph’s back, and with my dick in Ralph’s mouth, my mouth in turn accepted Dixon’s spunk. An added bonus also followed when after Dixon’s eruption, a last trickle of piss also dribbled from his cock.

“Seeing that Ralph’s arse has already been primed, why don’t you also fuck him?” Dixon now suggested.

With Ralph still on all fours, I moved to the back of him and plugged in. Dixon next straddled Ralph’s body facing me, and started tweaking my nipples. I was so excited that I didn’t last too long before shooting my load.

“Do you also want to cum?” I asked Ralph after he got to his feet.

“Nah, after we have washed and get back to bed, I’ll take my turn,” he replied.

Back on the bed, Ralph quickly placed me on my stomach and mounted me. What followed can only be described as a power-fuck, as his torso remained on outstretched arms throughout the session. Ralph was also spurred on by aggressive vocalisation from Dixon as he hammered the hell out of my backside. To further incite Ralph, Dixon also commenced spanking Ralph’s arse rather hard. The sexual heat from these guys just seemed to escalate further and further.

When Ralph finally shot his load, a cacophony of sound from all three of us reverberated throughout the room.

My hiatus was very short-lived, however, because Dixon now took over from Ralph and continued the momentum. Once more I got frantically bum-bashed as Ralph now administered slaps to Dixon’s backside to a renewed discordance of sexual sounds. It was fan-fuckin’-tastic!

When we all lay side by side sniggering afterward, Dixon went into raptures about our two sessions.

“Jesus,” that was awesome he uttered elatedly. “You know, Ralph and I have never had a private space to really go for it before. I cannot tell you how great this has been and what it means to us. Thank you, Eddie, thank you very much. We really appreciate your kindness.”

After Ralph joined in with murmurs of agreement, I got a lump in my throat.

Containing my emotion, I replied, “Guys, I must also thank you for the incredible excitement you have brought into my life. You are two fuckin’ hot men and I have never enjoyed myself more. This is a safe place for you so you don’t have to worry about a thing.”

As we lay there, I wasn’t sure what the future would hold. What I did know, however, was that lockdown had ushered in the most memorable period of my life.

To be continued…