When Covid first struck the United States and a lockdown was announced in March of 2020, a lot of our lives were sort of frozen in place. Eleven-year-old me went from going to school every weekday to having classes via Zoom online a week later. I went from hanging out with my friends after school and going to movies and other crowd events to staying inside the yard of our own home. I didn't mind wearing the masks and keep the six feet apart...but can I have the company of people sitting/standing six feet apart? I can talk a little louder!
So my world had shrunk to the size of our two bedroom house, with the living room, kitchen, dining room and family room downstairs and the two bedrooms each with a full bathroom, and a study upstairs which shared the bathroom with the master bedroom. I had the smaller bedroom and my father and his lover Ross had the master bedroom. My room was a nice size and it was all fair, Dad could slide into his study without even having to go through the hallway, and I was at the other end of the house and didn't have to listen to my Dad and Ross doing the nasty.
Ross was a lot younger than Dad, by about ten years, he was twenty-four and worked at a warehouse. Dad could do his office work by remote access and Zoom meetings, and the basic tenor of our living remained unaffected in all but one way. Our world was proscribed to a single house and yard and no further. The picket fence out front and the hurricane fence out back might as well have been prison bars, I got to go that far and no further.
Oh, I compensated, I was given my own phone number and Zoom account and could spend my time chatting with my friends and playing online MMORPG games and hang out in Minecraft and so on. I could exercise with the machines Dad and Ross had in the family room, and keep in shape by jogging on the treadmill and such. I had everything but close personal contact with anyone besides Dad and Ross. Like it or not, if I wanted to actually be close to someone and spend some real time with them (as opposed to the pretend time with Zoom), it had to be one of them.
I liked Ross in a way, he was a gruff, hard-working man and him and Dad pairing up was something of a trip. I mean, my dad wasn't exactly a wimp, but he wasn't the buffed bod and raw masculine sort of guy, he was more of the kind of guy you get to do your taxes. Nice, friendly, decent and kind...but not the body that dances through your dreams and makes you wake up hot and sweaty.
But Ross was all man, and I'd see him wearing only a pair of shorts and sneakers working out on the treadmill or home gym (do all your weightlifting exercises in one machine), his body streaked with sweat and his pale chest hairs glowing like silver threads adorning his body, shining in the light of day or lights of night. He would grit his teeth when straining at the weights, his blue eyes covered by the squinting of his cheeks, his sand-colored hair a wet mop in the crude style of the "home haircut," the hairs hanging out from a central point at the back top of his head. His biceps were large globes, his pectorals large triangular masses, his chest and abdominals massive mounds, his skin a beige tone, but glowing with power and virility even in repose. If I had to pick one word to describe Ross, it would be "burly." Mounds of muscle, powerful pecs, amazing abs, I had no problem seeing the attraction my more timid father would have to a man like this.
Confinement in your own home for weeks on end does things to a person, and Ross being able to go out of the house every day for his job only seemed to exacerbate the problem. Dad and Ross took to fighting and it got pretty bad and there came a time when the two didn't want to share a bedroom any more. Dad was storming at Ross that he had to move out, but frankly, and Dad admitted it when confronted with it, their finances were so interrelated that it wasn't possible for him to move out any time soon. We lived well, but the money was a balancing act that had held firm but wouldn't support two households.
So Ross moved into the family room where we had a couch that would pull out into a bed, and Dad kept away from that room and tried to eat at times when Ross wasn't in the kitchen area in the evenings. Ross cooperated and avoided the kitchen and dining room as much as he could when he came home in the evenings. Dad stayed pretty much all the time in the bedroom, commuting to the study for his work day (he kept a nine-to-five routine) and came downstairs only to eat meals and go back upstairs again. Our living room and family room became sort of "ghost rooms" where nobody really went except to get to the other rooms.
But I wasn't a part of their separation. Dad wasn't using the exercise equipment but I found the treadmill useful to burn up my excess energy and was getting interested in building some muscles like Ross' as much as I could. Daddy and I would get together in his room and watch the TV in there and we kept things amiable.
But Ross' move downstairs put me into a good deal of contact with Ross when I wanted to go to the family room to work out or play my MMORPG games; Ross would watch me play the games and offer advice, and also watch me work out on the days he had off and advise me on how to work the weights and how to adjust my diet to help keep the excess pounds off and so on.
Then a case of Covid made the boss put all his staff on a two-week furlough. Ross got paid for this time, but he was home all day as well as Daddy. As for me, I couldn't use the family room at all without dealing with Ross. Fine with me, Ross was a great guy, but we had a lot of contact.
Also, when Ross started staying home all day, he slept in later and later. The family room had no door on it, you could walk through the kitchen and look right into it and that is what I did one morning about nine thirty in the morning, a reasonable hour, yes?
Ross was in his bed on top of the covers, stark naked, with a powerful erection he was pounding on while a porn tape played on the TV set. The sound was muted but from the doorway to the kitchen, I got a very clear view of a guy fucking another guy while Ross whomped his pud from his bed-couch.
I was too surprised at first to say anything, then I found my cock was rock hard and begging me to do the same as Ross, take it out and jerk it furiously. Ross would have to turn his head to the right and up to see me from his position, I was pretty private as long as I didn't make a noise.
Living secluded in a house for what was then nine weeks can do things to a person, I could have gone upstairs and jerk off, but I didn't. What I did was pull down my shorts (the elastic band alone was what held it to my body; it was my only article of clothing) and start whacking my meat the same way as Ross was.
Ross was playing with one nipple with his free hand, making soft, male noises of pleasure, the only sound in the room. His voice provided the sound for the video, but it was a pair of "twinks" as they call it, thinner, boyish figures, and my own taste was for all muscled men.
I was watching Ross as I jerked my cock, watching him jerk his, and my passion was as hot as Ross, it was all I could do to not groan along with him.
Ross was groaning louder as he began to reach climax and I found my own orgasm climbing right alongside his. Ross moaned, gasped, groaned (I whimpered, whined, whispered) in the rapture of climax and he gave a loud roar and erupted like a volcano in full large jets of white jizz flying into the air in an arc that splattered the mountains of his pectorals and the hills of his abdomen.
I came right along with him, and I tried to keep quiet, but I couldn't bear it, in the middle of Ross' ejaculation, I let out a louder whimper than I intended to.
Even in the midst of Ross' ecstasy, he heard me, and he turned his head while ejaculating to see me squirting my own load (I was old enough to have small climaxes, clear liquid with a few swirls of pearl-colored spunk), and he watched me squirt with my eyes directed at him and not the TV set.
Panting, Ross said, "Jesus, Terry, what the hell?"
"I'm sorry," I said. "I came in and saw and well...." My voice trailed off because, honestly, what could I say?
Ross surprised me, he burst out in a loud laugh. I looked at him, stunned, my spent dick in my hand, him with spooge all over his chest, and he was laughing? "I guess I should feel complimented, if looking at my body got you all hot and bothered."
"Yeah," I admitted.
Ross pulled a corner of his bedsheet up to wipe his chest. "Well, we both got our rocks off, so I guess I shouldn't complain!" He yawned mightily. "You had breakfast yet?"
"No," I admitted.
"I'll scramble us both up some eggs and bacon," He offered. Eggs and bacon were about the limit of Ross' ability to cook.
Ross donned a pair of shorts to come into the kitchen, but I kept looking at his chest while we ate. He had squirted his jizz all over those muscles, shouldn't there be some mark left behind on that.
"Enjoying the view again?" Ross asked me.
"Huh? Oh!" I said. "Sorry."
"About what?" Ross asked. "Finding me a good-looking stud? Thinking about my cock, watching it squirt my cream?"
"Uh...yeah."
Ross was sitting to my right at the corner, and he put his hand over onto my arm. "Hey, Terry, it's okay. You like what you like, right?"
"I guess," I ventured a smile.
"You have to get your jollies where you can these days," Ross went on. "I mean, take me, I'm suddenly single and can't even go out to a bar and pick up a date. You can't get it on with one of your classmates. We're living in a goldfish bowl, with limited options. If you want to have real, unfettered, hot, man-to-man sex, well, you've only got one option these days, right?"
I couldn't look Ross in the eye, I stared down at my now-empty plate. "Yeah."
"And I've only got two options, and one of those is really pissed at me right now," Ross continued. "So, where does that leave you and me?"
His hand was still on my arm, and it was all I could feel in that moment. "I don't know," I said.
"Yes, you do," Ross said. "It's okay. It's more than okay, it's fantastic."
I looked up into his eyes and I licked my lips. As I did, his face reached for mine and I met him halfway for the kiss. It was more than a daddy/son kiss and less than that of ardent lovers.
When Ross finished, he said, "Let's go to your room. Your dad might come down for a second cup of coffee."
Dad wouldn't come to the kitchen for that, he had a coffee maker in his study. But I nodded and we went up the back stairs to my bedroom. Ross was right, overall, it was more private. But I locked my bedroom door just to be safe and turned to have Ross grab me and this time the kiss was all-out horny man about to bang your ass raw. I returned the kiss with equal fervor. Ross' hands slid my shorts down my body and I did the same for him and we managed to get them to both drop to the floor so we could step out of them.
As we continued to kiss, he walked us, me backwards, toward my bed and we fell together onto it when the back of my knees hit the edge of the bed. Ross rolled off of me and we scrabbled around to get full on the bed and our heads near the pillow.
Ross kissed me but his hands were urging me to slide down his body and I complied, and soon enough was at his cock, my body between his legs, and I wrapped my mouth around that cock and slurped on it with a lot of eagerness but not a lot of skill.
"Mmmm, the lips of a virgin are special indeed," murmured Ross. "They can't do it right but you just don't give a damn. Come on, kid, figure it out, it ain't complicated, just milk that pud like you were jacking it with your hand."
I did and got better, Ross was grunting and he said, panting, "Hey, kid, spin around and let me latch onto yours, I can give you some pointers that way."
You can bet I skittered around on his cock like I was attached that way, and soon had my legs tickling his ears on either side. His lips clamped onto my prick and he got busy, and I groaned as if I hadn't just jacked off less than a half hour before.
He did teach me a few things in our blowjob sixty-nine, but mostly we both just milked away and grunted as our passions grew. I had never felt like this when jacking myself (my sole prior experience) and it was like comparing a hamburger to a sirloin steak, the same but a hell of a lot better.
As my glory grew, I began to moan a warning to Ross, "Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm!"
"Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmmm!" he agreed, he was right with me with the dawning glow of orgasm on my horizon.
So I didn't stop and stuck with him all the way up to full sunrise, and the sunbeam of climax struck like a scimitar. "Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm, MUHHH, MUHHH, MUHHH, MUHHHH!" I warned.
"Muh, muh, muh, MUHHHHH, HUHHH, UHHHH!" Ross agreed.
"MUHHHH, HUN-HUNNNNNNNNNHHHHHH!" I blasted my load into his mouth, such as it was, I felt the slimy fluid on his tongue as he kept bobbing back and forth on my prick.
"HUHHHHHH, HUHHHH-HNNNNNNN!" Ross' own load exploded into my mouth, and he had a pretty good second load for me to feast on, it wasn't the volume of what he'd squirted onto his chest earlier, but there was plenty for me to savor, and I discovered a new love of hot, freshly-squeezed man-come. It was fucking delicious!
So I sucked it all from him and even tried to suck more out of his cock shaft as it dwindled but he gave a low chuckle and gently pulled his deflated dick out of my mouth. "Easy there, chum, the well is dry right now," he said. "But give it a few hours and you can siphon out a second load."
"Yeah," I agreed. I had rested my head on the inside of his hairy leg, now I moved to get back to him and we exchanged another kiss, this one spunk-flavored, but that just made it better.
Ross sighed and we lay still and quiet for a moment and then Ross said, "How about we sign in to "Battle Gore" and give those Russian boys a battle for their money?"
"Right on!" I agreed.
We played and I stopped long enough to fix up a platter of sandwiches for us and Daddy, who always came down for lunch promptly at noon. He and Ross talked rather amiably and I just kept quiet and let them get reconciled. After all, as Ross had said, we lived in a goldfish bowl and had to get along whether we wanted to or not.
So Daddy and Ross chatted, and I got into the conversation now and then, and Daddy went back upstairs promptly at one o'clock. As he did, Ross let out a sigh and said, "I thought he'd never leave."
He rose and said, "Help me get the dishes loaded into the dishwasher, then I'll take you upstairs and teach you how to take a real man's hard cock up your ass."
I had to grin at that. "If you teach me the right way, I'm all for it."
He took it slowly, in stages, and we rested a bit twice, but by about three-thirty in the afternoon, I was ready, or as he said, "all primed and prepared for a hard fucking."
I know I was panting, for the last couple of hours had been the most intense form of foreplay, him licking my ass then working his finger into my ass, adding another finger after a while, then even three for a few minutes before his declaration of my readiness. I was ready to claw and scratch if that would get him to stick his cock in my butt.
So when he got upon me and I felt his cockhead kiss my asshole, I moaned and gripped his buttocks and pulled him inwards hard.
"Oh, ahhhh, damn, Terry!" Ross gasped as his cock slid into me. "I wasn't going to go so fast, shit!"
"I'm good, I'm good, I'm good!" I babbled as I held his butt in thrall, not letting him pull it back out. I had him in me and he was going to stay!
He didn't resist, just pushed a little further in and I let go of his ass and he let it settle there a while, his cock "balls-deep" as he put it (he was talking to me almost nonstop during all this, just small instructions or expressions of pleasure) so I could "get acquainted with Fred" which was his name for his cock. I told him my cock was named Cecil, which made him chuckle (I wasn't sure he'd catch the reference to "Cecil the Seasick SeaSerpent.")
I shuddered as he began to move his hips up and down, the orbs bobbing like they were pingpong balls in a puddle of water, and I clung to him tightly, his chin resting on my left shoulder and he grunted in my ear as he humped my "hot fucking ass" (he kept up a fairly constant stream of words as he fucked me).
Me, I just held on and moaned, my life and outlook and future prospects and plans all cast into the fire of my ecstasy, none of them would let me live with Ross and Ross was now definitely going to be a part of my life! I groaned and crooned and gasped and grunted, as he pounded my ass with talented vigor. I could see what Dad found in this guy even though Dad had advanced university degrees and Ross had barely finished high school. A guy can overlook a lot with a hot fuck like this waiting for him when he got home.
"Oh, oh, Ross, I'm coming, I'm coming!" I groaned. "So hot, so fucking hot!"
"Shoot it, you little fucker, shoot it!" Ross growled. "I'm not done with you but I don't care if you squirt your little spit-load, go ahead, I'm still fucking you!"
I writhed in his arms but he never let up. He and I began to change positions, his chest heaving but his cock undiminished as he watched me roll onto my back and his hardened hands yanked my buttocks upwards and he was on his knees behind me, slamming his cock into my ass with his hands holding me in place so I wouldn't shoot off the bed from the fury of his butt-pounding.
I spent some time riding him, him on his back and me astride him bouncing up and down and his face smiled up at me as he watched my renewing desire build inside of me.
I was about five-sixths of the way up to my second climax, and we were again face to face with him on top but raised up on his hands instead of cuddling me and without a warning, he suddenly growled out, "ANN-ANNN-ANNN-UHHHHH, HUNNNNNNNNN!" through gritted teeth as he sprayed his spunk into my ass.
His hot spooge ignited my own orgasm and I squirted a weak small dribble of my infantile jizz as I shook in delight and he buried his cock inside me deep and held it there until it fully deflated, then he pulled the limp organ out and rolled off of me and onto his back.
"Whoof!" he said. "That was a hot cherry-picking, butt-ramming fuck!"
"Yeah," I agreed for lack of a better set of words. It HAD been hot and picked my ass-cherry and he had rammed my butt. "It sure was," I added.
"I'd better get back downstairs," he said. "I need to take a shower before I go down, though. You'd better do the same, we don't want your father smelling my spooge on you, or me either."
He padded out my door and down the stairs and I lay quiet a while, then took his advice and went to take a shower.
Dad fixed us a pretty nice supper and we sat around, chatting more easily and happily than we had for several weeks. Dad suggested the three of us go on a vacation to a local park, where we could picnic and still maintain social distance. It would make a great break from the last few weeks, he added, which I had to agree with.
Living in a goldfish bowl takes accommodation and compromise and forgiveness. But if you can do it right, it isn't such a bad life after all!
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