Quarantine Queers Part 3
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According to New York, during the Coronavirus, you are your best sex partner.
Which I guess requires a real liberal definition of the word partner.
Your second best partner is someone you live with. Which made me wish I had shacked up with some hot co-ed instead of Paul, my closest friend since college.
Look, it's not like either of us were exactly Casanova's before the crisis, but at least there was a chance at getting some. But once the stay-at-home order made shopping for groceries the highlight of the week, a sullen, inescapable sexual desperation settled over our apartment.
We weren't getting laid.
Fuck, we weren't even able to really go outside.
God bless pornhub for gifting us that free premium membership.
Our days flowed into the other, proximity grating on our nerves as zoom meetings, work texts, and emails turned every moment into a weird mix. Unfortunately, our internet, never good on the best days, seemed to be straining under the weight of all the increased usage. To even have a prayer at streaming something, the best bet was to stay in the living room of our cramped apartment.
Which was how I caught Paul...
It wasn't enough for him to masturbate in the living room, he had strung a HDMI cable to the television, his jeans spread open with his cock held in his hand. I could hear the moans coming from the screen, his small and slightly feminine frame fixated on the task in his hand.
I couldn't help but look. Paul was huge, his mushroom shaped head straining against his grip, conversely disproportionate to his slender frame.
I cleared my throat and waited, expecting him to cover himself
"Oh hey man," Paul said. "The Internet won't work in the bedroom."
And he kept masturbating, not quite looking at me.
Maybe it was just his upbringing, but Paul never had much shyness about his sex or nudity. He had actually brought up the spotty internet and its effect on our porn consumption several times, joking that we would need to put a sock on the inside of our bedroom door.
Once he had actually stumbled in on me, back when the both of us actually left for work. He came home early, nearly seeing my screen...
I'd been too mortified to talk about it, but he blew the whole thing off with a joke, leaving me to wonder what exactly he'd seen.
I think everyone has some weird thing they are into. Not all the time, but now and then I like watching chicks with dicks. And yes, I know it's not politically correct, the transgendered are actually people, but I wasn't planning on calling anyone that. I had no intention of actually finding a male to female girlfriend who wanted to keep their biological genitalia.
It was just one of those weird impulses that struck me every now and then. I didn't think it worth mentioning. I mean I barely even looked at it, just every once in a while when I was bored with gangbangs, MILFS, and lesbian co-eds. But it was something I never really admitted to myself, except when struck a particular urge for something different.
It was certainly nothing I wanted to talk about with my best friend.
But there was a massive difference between a girl with a penis on a screen and Paul masturbating casually in front of me.
"What are you doing?" I asked, stupidedly.
"You know what I'm doing Kevin," Paul said, still looking at the screen.
"You know what I mean!" I said, flustered.
"Sorry man," Paul said. "I tried to talk to you a few times about it, but I'm going freaking crazy. I even bought a few Hustlers before all the porn stores closed."
"It's okay..." I said, not sure why I was lingering.
"Hey you could join in if you wanted..." Paul offered.
"Dude what the fuck?"
But he only laughed.
"No need to be weird about Kev," Paul said. "It's like that show The Deuce, you know the one about porn in Times Square. Hey, if I had been born back then, I'd have totally jerked off next to another guy to see some porn. I mean, what's the difference?"
I'm not sure whether it was his misguided point, my own desire after a day of waiting, or the fact that it had been three weeks since I'd seen another person, but some sense of modesty short circuited. I joined him, sitting as far I could away from him on the couch.
"Oh god, yes put it in my ass!"
The blonde on screen was bent over, shared between five or six different black guys, each even more hung than Paul. They were taking turns, her face a mess of salvia sticking to the head of each member, causing her to choke as she greedily swallowed each dick with a forced eagerness.
The man she was fucking adjusted her, spreading her plump asscheeks so that another could drive himself inside.
"We don't have to watch this," Paul said. "If you like, I can put on some twink porn for you."
"Fuck off," I said, the humor breaking the ice.
"I'll let you pick the next one, that way the princess doesn't have to make any embarrassing requests."
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!"
The woman was screaming again.
"Oh god you are so big. Fuck me! Breed me with those big black dicks!"
"You know, I think if you are dating a black guy, you should be able to say the n-word," Paul said. "Actually, you know what, I also think anyone should be able to sing along with the n-word. I mean, that's what songs are for right? And what happens if I'm reading Huckleberry Finn, is it only okay if I'm not reading it out loud? Or do I have to censor it in my own head."
"Paul..."
He could go on.
"Oh, am I making it hard for you to psyche the little guy up?"
"You're going to make this weird huh?" I asked.
"Just take it out already," Paul said. "Get it over with it."
I took a deep breath, fishing out my shaft from my waistband only to decide that this actually made the presentation worse. I wasn't small, nearly seven inches, but Paul was definitely at least a little bigger. I don't know what possessed me to care so much about the comparison, maybe just natural male competitiveness, but I pulled my pants past my thighs, my hand working at myself, trying to fluff myself up to my full potential.
It didn't take long..
I knew that Paul was watching, and yet I managed to block that out. No... that wasn't really it. The fact he was watching made me harder, my head twitching with excitement as I tried to focus on the video.
Pretending I couldn't hear the slapping of Paul's hand against his skin.
We kept jerking it, my eyes now and then drifting from the blonde taking it airtight to Paul. I couldn't help it, he was right there in front of me, long and slightly curved, almost hypnotizing.
She sank to her knees, cum splashing all over her face as the first time shot all over her open mouth, the others starting to swarm her.
"I always try and cum at the same time as the video," Paul said. "Are you close?"
I was...
Especially as he signaled his own intention.
"Do you try and catch it with something?" Paul asked, pulling off his shirt.
He was very nearly hairless, the feminine curves and attribute of his body all the more clear as he sat naked next to me, his breath growing more swallow as he stroked his shaft at a furious pace.
"That's it, cum all over my slutty face!"
He let out one last breath and stopped, pausing mid-stroke before the first spurt shot out of his cock. It sprayed up in a powerful jet, hitting his chin with the first spurt, then the flood of cum poured all over his hairless stomach. Paul kept spewing, stroking out every last drop onto himself before letting out a sigh.
"That was a fountain, even by my standards," He said.
But I barely heard him. I tried to force the thought of him from my head, looking at the screen as she took load after load on that make-up smeared face, but I couldn't help it.
I thought about his cock, big and thick as he pumped his semen all over himself.
And I finished all over myself.
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