So, for those of you that don't know me, my name is Josh. I'm a single, good looking, Latino that can be intelligent at times. It's the Latin spice and everything nice. This story is a true encounter my best friend went through, of which, I witnessed and joined a couple times since 😉 I have changed some aspects to protect others and myself. Keep in mind this took place prior to the covid-19 outbreak. I hope you all enjoy!



At the beginning of the quarantine I lived alone in my studio apartment as I have for the past few years. I'm deep into my slut phase which I'm beginning to wonder about cause like is it a phase if it's several years long? But whatever. The problem I've had is that safe sex used to be pretty easy to come by - condoms aren't hard to use. Now thanks to Corona there basically isn't any sex that's safe and I've been losing my fucking mind.

I did a lot of things that I'm sure other people did. I tried to feel fully satisfied by face timing or phone sex and while it's awesome to have someone groaning and telling you to take the whole dildo like a good slut at a certain point you just want to get fucked. Like actually fucked.

Enter Mike. Mike is a coworker of mine. He started right after I did, and I helped him figure some things out and avoid some first-time mistakes that I'd made. He's also basically a Viking, a tall, broad, dirty-blonde man with a good beard when he wants to have one. We could not be less physically alike, probably why I've always thought he was hot. He's been super respectful about me being gay and I've respected his relationship apart from occasional sexual thoughts that just happen when you're around a person you're physically attracted to long-term.

So, Mike and Katie broke up about three weeks into quarantine and a few days after he called me and asked to stay with me rather than continue living with her. He was new to the city and didn't know a ton of people. I agreed, mostly cause I'm even a bottom in conversation and can't say no to anything.

I fully admit I didn't think this through. I went from being in a bad situation (horny from lack of real sex, limited to zoom/discord hookups and a few dildos) to a fucking awful one (can't even have those hookups or really use any toys because that isn't very quiet, watching girls fucking Thor walk around my apartment shirtless and scratching his chest hair I want to face plant into) and I have no idea what to do.

At a certain point I began playing a weird game of chicken with myself, just kind of making everything worse because why not? I'd stare at him more overtly, study his dick through the seemingly endless pairs of grey fucking joggers that he seems to wear exclusively. If he catches me and snaps and murders me at least I'm free from this perpetual cycle of just getting hornier until I pop. Maybe he'd hate-fuck me first, I'm pretty cute, that'd be awesome.

Just trying to drive the point home I am not in a great state of mind when opportunity suddenly presents itself. Mike is going to go for a run and pick a few things up at the store that were missing from our last Instacart delivery.

By the time the door clicks closed I'm in my linen closet digging out my poorly stashed dildos from behind the extra towels, making the extra stupid decision to grab the biggest one I've got. I don't bother trying to find someone to e-hookup with, at this point Mike is all I fantasize about anyways.

I suction cup it to the side of my bathtub facing outward, lube it up and realize I should probably not actually kill myself this way. I get two fingers in my ass, face down on my bathroom floor, and try to focus on the action of stretching myself out a bit. That's when I see them - a pair of those grey joggers, hanging out of my hamper. I know he hasn't been wearing underwear with them, at this point I could tell that even if I wasn't doing his laundry along with mine.

As if I needed a way to make fingering myself on my bathroom floor more pathetic, I'm now face down in the sweaty crotch of my roommate's joggers, totally not moaning his name and begging for his cock. I remember what I'm there for and back up a bit, moving the joggers by pulling them with my mouth because what even is shame, and sinking my ass back over the head of a dildo which is definitely not appropriately sized.

It's weird shit like this that keeps you from making an “onlyfans.com,” like every other slut, a voice in the back of my head supplies.

I shut that bitch up by backing up further on the dildo than I should have at first, loving the stretch even if it's missing the warmth of the real thing. I ride the first couple of inches like that for a while, adding a bit more lube and really finding my stride. My dick is leaking a constant stream of pre-cum that just connects to the floor by then and the joggers under my face still smell musky and amazing, but they're wet with drool too.

I'm trying to back up a bit further onto the dildo when the light in the room changes and I feel a rush of cold air.

"Having a good time there, Alex?" Mike is standing in the doorway of the bathroom, shirt already off. I hadn't heard him enter the apartment. I'm halfway down a nine-inch piece of silicone, naked and drooling into a pair of his dirty pants.

I don't move at all, half in shock but also because I'm scared, I'll cum and that's maybe the only way to make the situation more awkward.

He isn't leaving and I can feel myself clenching around the dildo involuntarily. My brain might be realizing that this is fucked up, but my ass is just happy that it isn't being ignored still. Mike takes a step forward and squats down. His bulge is maybe a foot and a half away from my face. I can see the sweat moistening down the hair on his chest and stomach. "I mean, no need to stop on my account."

Inside his shorts I can see his dick twitch. It never looks fully soft to me but now it's definitely no less than half hard and growing. I wonder absentmindedly if he's thicker than my dildo. There's a gentle pressure on my shoulder then, pushing me back towards the tub… and further down the dildo.

"There you go, Alex. I'm sure you're able to take this whole thing, just got to commit." It isn't the vulgar sort of dirty talk I'm used to but between who it's coming from and the fact that he's physically here I'm beyond sold on it.

Mike shuffles around to kneel instead of squat. It makes his shorts less tightly hold his dick, but I can see it flop forward then, bounce a few times. He's leaning over me and I'm too far in my own head to be embarrassed at what he's looking at. "Show me you can take this cock, Alex. Mines bigger than this."

I start to push back immediately but his hand on my ass stops me from being able to just sink to the base, "No, be reasonable. Take it slow, I'll help you."

There's a hand on my ass but then another on my stomach, dangerously close to touching my dick, and Mike is slowly sliding me back down my dildo. I'm usually a vocal person but I've remained totally silent. He's basically slowly fucking me back and forth, I can feel the prominent veins rubbing over my hole on each pass and suddenly need to warn him, "Stop, please, going to cum!"

He obliges me, laughs low in his throat. "Really? From this, nothing on your dick?" He looks below me then, sees my leaking dick and looks at it curiously. "You don't seem to be joking, I know how we can distract you though."

He's kneeling in front of me then, flopping his huge uncut cock and balls over the waistband of his shorts. I'm not sure how this is supposed to be stopping me from cumming but I also don't want to question it, I suck the head of his dick into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it.

He's got the clean sweat smell/taste that I love. It isn't really dirty, but like I'd have been able to smell his package even if I hadn't just been faced down in his pants. He's also leaking precum and he firms up the last 10% or so in my mouth, spreading his legs so he can sink a bit lower and make it easier for me to suck his dick that's clearly trying to point towards the sky.

I have to pull up on the dildo to get more of him in my mouth but that's fine with me, I'm sucking the dick I've been dreaming about for like a week. His foreskin peels back on its own to reveal most of the head but I push it the rest of the way back with my lips before moving further forward to take him in my throat. He groans at that, seems to like it.

My ass is barely on the dildo anymore and Mike notices. "C'mon Alex, we had a goal here." He walks his knees forward, at first just putting his cock all the way down my throat but then once my face is pressed into his pubes he keeps moving forward, pushing me back down the dildo, "There we go. Bet you can really take the whole thing like this."

He's leaning over me and my eyes are tearing, he hasn't even gone to take his dick back out at all. He grabs my ass cheeks and pulls them apart, fucking my face a bit and thus shoving me further down. He lets go of one cheek for a moment only to slap it and grab it again, pulling me all the way to the base.

He leans back up to look down at me and gently removes his dick from my mouth, "I hope you're not crying because that hurt?" He runs away one tear with his thumb while slowly stroking his dick, "Good, because I want to fuck that adorable face for a minute. Try not to cum on that big, fake dick. If you're good for me, I'll let you have the real thing."

It was so fucked. I'd gone weeks with guys telling me some really dirty shit all in an effort to get off but Mike just offering me some dick and telling me not to cum had me way closer to the edge.

He was true to his word then, feeding his dick back into my mouth and at first giving me long, slow, and steady strokes. Each one ended with my face in his pubes. He placed one hand on the back of my head but the other wandered; on my jaw, grazing my back, reaching under to scratch over a nipple. He started to speed up his thrusts after a bit, reaching over me to slap my ass a few times.

I realized all too soon that I wasn't going to be able to hold it forever. I tapped on his leg a few times, not knowing what else to do. He immediately pulled all the way out of my mouth, a look of genuine concern on his face before he read my expression. "Gonna pop?" He teased.

"Really wanna come on your dick," I confessed.

He grinned, "My dick or just any dick?"

As he stroked it in front of me, long full strokes, I closed my eyes because I was too on edge. "Your dick. Please?"

"Okay, but I'm not fucking you on the bathroom floor." He stood up then, lost his shorts entirely. He reached down to grab me by the waist, pulling me slowly off the dildo still affixed to the side of the tub. He was behind me then and I shuddered as I felt the rough pad of a finger trace around my hole. "Fuck, don't be mad but I gotta."

I didn't know what he was apologizing for at first, then I felt his breath right before his beard. He had his tongue literally inside me in a moment, hands on my ass pulling it apart. I realized I had been told not to cum on the dildo but there was no such instruction about his face. Seemed like an argument that would hold up in court. I could feel the beard burn happening already, at one point he had his tongue in my ass and then sucked at my hole and I thought it was all over.

Then I was in the air, being placed on my bed and flipped over onto my back. "Fucking cock-tease," Mike was grumbling, more to himself now than me, "Stupid fucking yoga, who the fuck does yoga?"

"I do?" I responded, too turned on to be fully confused.

Mike spat into his hand and lined his cock up with my hole which was still very much slick with lube and spit and looked me in the eyes as he sunk in to the base in one motion, "I fucking know you do, Alex. Now just shut up and take my cock."

I want to say I did bottoms proud. That I sassed him back or at least held out for a few minutes. That'd all be a lie though.

In reality I'm quite sure I started cumming when he bottomed out on the first thrust. These weren't the slow ones he'd given my mouth, he spread my legs with his arms and leaned down over me before going full jackhammer. My dick rubbed into the coarseness of his stomach hair and my eyes rolled back as I came. It was a lot, rolling down both sides of my waist onto the sheets of my bed.

Mike didn't last a lot longer, pounded me hard as anyone I've ever fucked and started kissing me after a few seconds. He pulled away, "Good job, Alex. Taking it all. Knew you could." He fucked a few more hard thrusts before stilling. The heat of his dick in me was awesome enough but then I could feel his cum too after a minute. He'd came when he was all the way in, but some had made it all the way back to start leaking out.

I wanted to just drift off to sleep, physically exhausted but also out of a desire to not trigger or witness any big sexuality freak outs but couldn't immediately pass out. Adrenaline is a hell of a drug. "So, do you really hate yoga, then?" I asked.

He laughed into my neck and it caused his dick to pulse in me, "I don't hate yoga, but to be fair you've been doing it every day in nothing more than running shorts."

He wasn't wrong, but it wasn't something I'd ever considered at the time, "I mean, you're straight so… I never thought about it?"

This time when he twitched his dick in me it was clearly intentional, "Oh yeah, very straight of me. I'm bi, Alex. Maybe don't assume people's sexuality just based on the relationship they're in when you meet them."

I couldn't help but just blink at him repeatedly for a minute before he finally leaned up off of me and pulled out. "So… no big gay freak out?"

Mike laughed and shook his head, "No, but hopefully lots more sex. It's that or you need to quit yoga and wear clothes all the time."

"Well I don't think it's ecologically responsible to do lots of laundry needlessly so," I shrugged at him.

Sex it was. Been going at it like rabbits since. I'm not crazy, part of it is convenience and situation, plus rebounding on his part, but it's still pretty awesome. Keep us closed in for a while longer, I'm not having a "hard,” time anymore.