I really hate being ill. It’s not that it just makes me feel like shit, it’s that it makes me feel so fucking useless. I never considered that it could happen to me. I never cared about sanitizing the hands, wearing a mask, keeping my distance, all that crap. I bought into the fucking Chinese ‘Flu it was called, it’s going to disappear, it’s totally under control, it’ll go away, oh, it’ll all be over by Easter, it’s nothing to worry about. It was all fucking bullshit! I got it from a friend who was contagious. Some friend! What’s this? An early Christmas present?
It started with a little sniffle, I didn’t worry about it. Then about a week later, I got hit with a headache, my body was telling me there was something wrong and I ignored it. After feeling the first symptoms I felt myself going downhill. I was tired all the time, then I realized I couldn’t smell a fart. I started thinking that not only couldn’t I smell a fart, I couldn’t smell the bacon I was cooking for breakfast. At that point, I also realized I wasn’t hungry either, just didn’t seem interested in or feel like eating anything.
I had aches, muscles in my legs, knees, elbows, shoulders, all ached. By this time I thought I better go and see someone. I rang a doctor and was shunted around a bit before I got to talk to a live person. I described my symptoms then there was silence at the other end. Then, “I think you better go to the nearest testing station and get a Covid test done.”
Bullshit! I thought. Then I heard that all the things I was talking about are symptoms of contracting Covid. The nearest testing station was at the Bellflower City Hall, I should make an appointment and get tested as soon as possible I was told. I wasn’t going to worry about it, it was just bullshit, but not fifteen minutes later, my cell rang and it was my friend’s partner. She told me that she and my friend had both tested positive and is now isolated so she is calling as many people as she can to get tested.
Well fuck me! I thought. I couldn’t get tested quickly enough. While making the appointment, I got an incoming call beep on my cell, just ignored it. Deal with it after finishing this. Okay, I am really feeling like shit, everything hurts now. Check messages, well, believe it or not, its someone saying they are from the Dept of Health, I’ve had recent contact with someone who has Coronavirus. No shit! I should get tested, well okay, better late than never I suppose. This isn’t supposed to happen to me! I’m in my twenties for fuck’s sake. I’m lucky in that I was working from home already, so I sent emails to everyone I needed to to let them know I was isolating. An hour later, I was not doing that well, so rang for an ambulance, told them my problem, they said they would have someone to me as soon as possible, they were busy. I emailed my boss told her I was going into hospital, would let her know what was happening as soon as I could. Lucky, I got a good employer, with good health cover.
A couple of hours later, I’m in hospital, seriously ill. God I hate this shit! Being in a fucking hospital with sick people. Getting harder to breathe, got something shoved up my nose, a drip in my arm and all sorts of things stuck on me leading to a machine that goes beep, a lot. I asked the nurse about turning the sound off, she says no, it’s telling me that my heart is still working and I should let the staff know if it stops beeping. She’s in a blue gown, masked, wearing rubber boots and it’s hard to tell if she is joking or not, but I get it, eventually. I don’t know what was in the drip but the aches eased off a bit. I slept, but it wasn’t a good sleep.
That’s how the next five days went. Each day they take some blood, “for testing” they say, but likely to feed the vampire they keep in the sub-basement. I really went down that first night, chills, fever and even on a ventilator it was hard to catch my breath. By the forth day, I was over the worst it. I had been off food for a couple of days, it was making me nauseous, I had upchucked a couple of times after eating earlier, but now I started feeling a little hungry. The pain was easing, the breathing was a lot easier, I would catch a whiff of the disinfectant, a bleach I think but wasn’t sure, that was wiped over everything. I asked for some food, and the nurse I had spoken with that first night told me she would be right back. It looked like baby food, but tasted really nice. I did ask her what it was, she said, “baby food.” I am not sure she was joking.
In the morning of the fifth day, my blood test was telling me I was over the worst of it. They moved me out to another ward, for recovery they said. Good, out of hospital and well again in a few days then. I slept, woke, ate, slept. When I woke, there was a guy in the bed alongside mine. His name was Paul and I found out he had the same as me. We’re about the same age, same levels of general health. We spoke often, kept each other company. I rather enjoyed his company actually. We had some similar interests and got along rather well.
It was late on the sixth night, or maybe early on the seventh morning, he asked if I was awake. “Yeah, can’t sleep.”
“Too noisy for me, and I tell ya man, I been so weak haven’t even rubbed one out for a week and a half. Still not interested which is starting to worry me.”
Paul’s a good looking guy, tall, lithe, sun-bleached, tanned, wearing a wedding ring. I had to laugh, “I’m the same. The virus has just washed us right out. It’s likely it will take a while before we get interested again. In the meantime, even the thought of getting an erection is too much to take in.”
Paul laughed, a gentle sound, a happy sound. then I thought, likely neither of us have spent too much time out of the beds we’re inhabiting. Apart from the bathroom and showers, which has been a struggle to get to and back again because we’re so fucking weak. The first time after I had the drip taken out, I had to call the nurse to help me just get out of bed. Getting better though, I can make it there and back easily, but I’m tired afterward.
That’s why I hate being sick, I am helpless and useless.
Doctor’s rounds, tests and results. Hoo-fucking-ray! I can go home. Paul’s out too. Tomorrow, they said. Got my cell out and let everyone know I was coming home. Then I swapped numbers with Paul.
By the morning, we were both feeling much, much better. We thanked everybody, my brother was in the car park waiting for me, they wouldn’t let me out without him. Paul’s wife was waiting for him, but she has tested and found negative, even having been in close contact with Paul. A followup test revealed she was still negative and I don’t understand it. If this thing is so contagious, why didn’t she get it? Who fucking knows?
Anyway, all this brings me to my apartment. Alone, isolated, bored out of my brain, and not feeling all that strong. I sleep a lot, spend time doing some work, but for the first few days it’s a struggle to concentrate. I was told this will likely happen, but I was to develop an exercise regime, take it easy though. Walking, some light weights, a bit of riding a static bicycle, if I have one, but just make it consistent without overdoing it for a week. Build up over a month, slowly. I have some weights and a yoga mat which I don’t use so I dusted them off and started using them. My immune system was weak right now, so wear a mask if I go out. I bought a packet of masks, and still wear them when I am walking. Then my cell rang, it was Paul.
“Hey roomie,” I heard this cheery voice. “How’re ya doin’?”
“Feelin’ like shit, but getting better!” I laughed. “You?”
“Same,” he replied. “Bored as all shit though, want some company?”
I couldn’t help myself, “Jeez, I’m so fucking bored I’d even invite you over.”
“Yeah, thought you might, bein’ so desperate for company an’ all,” he commented.
I gave him my address and he told me he was only twenty minutes away. We said goodbyes and I looked at my dump, which had an obviously lived in look. Okay, dishes in the sink, dust-balls on the floor. I had the old Kirby my mother had given me, out, but had lost interest in recently. I threw dishes into an empty cupboard space, ran the Kirby over the floor and just managed to put it away when the buzzer rang. I opened the door for Paul and brought him in.
I made coffee, not instant shit but real coffee from the coffee machine I had spent a month’s wages on. We spoke for a while, I filled him in on the lack of adventure since I had last seen him. He appreciated the coffee, told me about his doings, much the same as mine. I asked him how his sex life was and he stopped, looked at me and said, “That’s what I’ve come to talk to you about.”
I was a bit surprised, I was trying to make light, a bit of fun, but he was serious. I must admit, my pulse raced a lot here. “Oh? Can I help you in some way?”
“Yes, you can. I’ll understand if you can’t but I think you might be able to.”
“How can I do that?”
“Come here and kiss me, then fuck me.” He was trembling, he was afraid, he was anticipating.
“Oh,” I said, “Then in that case.” I took him in my arms and kissed him. I felt the just shaved stubble around his mouth, the taste of coffee on his lips. I plunged my tongue into his mouth and kissed him as best I could. I ran my hand down his jeans and felt his arousal, so I rubbed him as I kissed him.
He gently pushed my shoulder back so I had to sit back on the chair, then he reached over and undid my belt, opened my jeans and reached in, grabbing my hardened tool. He leaned over and took me into his mouth and started sucking me. His head bobbed up and down in my lap, I felt his lips stroking the shaft of my cock, his tongue lapping my knob, then the touch of his cheeks on the rim of my knob, then down again, and back up, over and over bring to me a pleasure I hadn’t felt for months. I softly grasped his head, just for something to do with my hands. After a time, this was so stimulating that I had to stop him or I would be shooting down his throat.
I held his head in place and said, “Bed, now!” I moments we were naked, lying on my bed. I took hold of his tool, stroking him while suckling on his nipples. His hard dick is about six inches long and a thick piece of man meat, I was going to love sucking on this. I had him lying on his back so started to slide down his body, not wanting to wait to get that stalk into my mouth.
I kissed it up one side and down the other, feeling the smooth soft/hard skin over the knob. I licked the eye of his dick, getting a taste of precum, salty, a bit tart but not an unpleasant taste. I lifted my head and allowed his cock to push apart my lips as I slid down his dick. Fuck, it was bigger in the mouth than I thought it would be. Watching him, his reactions to what I was doing and I could see he was really loving what I was doing to him. I tickled his balls, then lifted off his cock to suckle each ball.
As I went back to sucking him, he said, “Squeeze my balls, give them a twist.” I was surprised but did as he asked, not too hard though. “Harder!” So I did it again, harder. His moans grew “Yes, that’s it!” I had his dick in my mouth and his balls in my hand and I really felt the power of what I was doing to him. “I’m cumming! CUMMING” he cried as I felt a jet of cum in my mouth, then another and another. His balls had jumped out of my hand as they spurted his juices into my throat, and that was okay. Although it hadn’t lasted as long as I thought it should have, his moans of delight were a steady stream of praise for what I had done.
He fell back onto the bed and gasped, catching his breath. “Now I’m gunna suck your dick, then you’re going to fuck me. I want your meat in my ass, then, you’re going to have to finish in my mouth.”
“Okay, whatever you want.” I lay back and he again took my cock in his mouth. He sucked and suck, lapping with his tongue, exciting me with his lips as his fingers tickled my scrotum. Fuck he was good.
He kept this up for a few minutes, until I felt the stirrings of a shoot starting to form. “Ooooh, you better stop that, time to fuck.”
I reached over and grabbed a condom from the bedside drawer and pointed Paul to the Uberlube I get from Amazon, (great stuff it is really oily but won’t compromise the integrity of the condom). Paul fitted the rubber and then covered it with the Uberlube he asked me where I wanted him, so I had him on all fours to fuck him doggie style. He was there in an instant, his ass in the air, just begging me to fuck it. I obliged by sliding my dick down the crack of his ass, prodding his ball sack, then wiping up again. This put some lube over his rectum. makes it easier for my dick to get in.
I gently engaged my cock into Paul asshole, then pushed in. The lube allowed me to slide in without a problem as Paul was clearly no stranger to being fucked up the ass. I could feel the tight ring of muscle around his hole, squeezing my prong as I slowly pumped in and out. I kept the rhythm going and his body actions helped a lot, pushing back on me when I pushed in. Then I pulled out, telling him to roll over, onto his back and lift his knees. He did this and I entered him again. This time I could play with his dick as I was fucking him.
It’s not easy to maintain your balance when doing this, get a bit eager and you can topple to one side. Timing and balance are essential, but we managed it. Paul was rock hard again as I fucked him and played with his dick.
I didn’t realize how much effort this was taking until it hit me. I couldn’t go on, I was exhausted. I fell off him, onto my side gasping for air. “Are you alright,” he asked. I nodded and replied, “Sorry, just couldn’t keep it up.”
He looked at my shrunken cock and reached over taking a tissue from the box, used it to slide the condom off. “It’s okay. This the first time since leaving hospital?” I nodded.
“Yeah,” he went on as he lay alongside me, holding me, “Took me a couple of days to get it back too. But then you live alone, whereas, I got Jeanie. She helps heal me.”
“Was gunna ask you about that, she knows?”
“Yeah, she does. She also doesn’t mind me bringing a guy home occasionally.” He paused, “That’s an invite if you like women too.”
“I love licking pussy almost as much as I do sucking cocks.”
“Oh that’s excellent, she’ll love you.” He kissed my neck, then slid down my body. Again, I felt my cock growing at his touch, his lips on my body. Even though I wasn’t fully erect, he took me into his mouth and sucked gently on my still growing prong. I felt every bit of the loving care he was giving me, the sensual delight enveloping my dick. At this very moment, I was really happy to have met him, even under the dreadful circumstances we shared. I had been a little lost, lost to myself, to my world and here was this almost complete stranger, helping me find my way back again in the most beautiful way possible.
In that time, he was stimulating me, I couldn’t help but share with him my cum. I know he asked for it and he wasn’t going to stop until he had a mouthful and I was going to give it to him. Real soon!
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/kasvwj/lost_in_a_pandemic_4_mm