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 Shut in for the Pandemic I got pretty lonely. I walked around the block, and then further and further until I was walking ten blocks everyday. Not talking to anyone, everyone covering their faces, I just walked anonymously. A man who lived in my block noticed and he would say hi to me when I left and when I came back. He stopped me to talk, keeping himself apart. He got my unit number and he gave me his and he told me to come by if I wanted to talk, some human company.


I went one afternoon and knocked and he was there, he immediately put on a mask and let me in. We talked, he served tea and he came over and unzipped his pants and offered me his penis. It's your decision, he said. I'd like you to suck me and if you enjoy it you can suck me until you are satisfied. I sat and looked and without much thinking I put his penis in my mouth and I began to suck. Shortly he was hard and the sucking got better, the more I sucked the more I liked it and I guess I was good enough that he wound up giving me his semen in my mouth. It tasted funny, but it was runny and I could push it between my teeth which I did before swallowing. I had just given my first blowjob.

We saw each other often, the askes went away, he had anal sex with me which I enjoyed, we dispensed with any condoms, being just the two of us. I let him kiss me and I enjoyed that too, and sleeping with him, with his arms around me. We bathed together, he was very meticulous with lathering me and he paid a lot of attention to my penis and anal crack and hole which I liked a lot. He had moments when he spent performing oral sex on me, both my penis and my anus. I really enjoyed having him give me anal oral sex. 

One day the orders were lifted and people could go out, albeit under strict guidelines, he was called back to work so I didn't see him until after dark. I fixed something for dinner and we slept together and had sex, which I always enjoyed. For me sex needed to end with anal intercourse, that made me feel good before going to sleep. I didn't think of it, but one day he told me that he was moving back to his hometown because his mother had died of Covid and he needed to give his family support. 

And that's where I am. I'm alone again, walking the blocks, sleeping alone. I miss him.


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