Lets get further into exploring these straight guys dealing with a COVID and MONKEYPOX lockdown and figuring out how to use each other to solve their blue balls...
Also, this is my creative work, so you know. Don't be a dick.
HUGE thanks to my amazing editor for his help, friendship and guidance - @trappedinthecl0set
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Straight Roomies During Lockdown | Chapter 3
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Where we left off...
"Monty, so there is going to be a next time, huh? Fuck, just saying that is making my dick get hard again, roomie!" Chase says as he leans over and play-punches me again. Then he pulls me into a hug from top to bottom.
"Chase, I know how I am going to spend the rest of my birthday money. In addition to lube, I am going to get us some toys from the adult section of Amazon. If this is going where I think it is going, I don't want it to hurt," I say with a dirty smile on my face.
"What are you going to get?" he asks with an equally sexy smile.
"You'll see!"
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I hear a knock at the door; it must be a mail call as we just got our morning food delivery. They don't want us to answer the door right away so we are supposed to give it a full two minutes before we open the door. We have been in lockdown now for a week and a half. Things have been so easy between me and Chase.
The only fight we had was with the skinny fucker almost stole the cheesecake that came with our dinner last night. Chase and I like the same movies, we like the same shows, and since we are both taking almost the same load of classes it has just been... well comfortable, but we are getting a bit stir crazy, constantly being together. I have taken to reading to take me out of this room for a while; Chase has taken to playing video games. Anything to escape this small closet of a room.
Chase gets me, and I really get him. Man, he had a fucked up childhood that he is going to have to work through for a while. When he had his first crush on a girl, his parents terrorized him, reading him the riot act about staying pure and making sure he didn't get her pregnant and how that could ruin his life as well as his eternal life. He was fucking 11 years old, and it was completely innocent. Damn, that shit isn't right.
Last night he really opened up to me. He cried for an hour recounting all he's been through. His father is a real prick and his mom clearly hates men with every fiber of her being. They must both have their own trauma, and they take it out on Chase. It got worse for him in high school and as he started to make friends. However, the worst of it was when COVID hit and they basically locked him in his bedroom, and didn't allow any contact with his friends, and certainly not any girls. This isolation hit him hard. He couldn't really communicate with any of his friends without being under the constant watchful eye of his mother or his father. He felt so alone, so he worked out; he ran and ran. The only way they would let him out of the house was his running in their back field. The isolation scared him, and he didn't get to develop the deep friendships that you normally do in High School.
I felt so bad for this kid that he didn't have anyone close to him, anyone around to enjoy being a kid. Instead the weight of his "eternal life" was held over his head like a sword of Damocles with his parents rooting for him to fail. The fucking relished in the moment when they got to scold him for making a mistake. That is fucking wrong. I held him in my arms and just let him cry. I didn't even know what to say, but I just wanted to protect the kid, wanted him to know he had me now to watch out for him. I placed my left arm around him to hold him tight and I placed my hand on his chest and felt his heart beating so fast. My right arm was under him and holding his right hand. Slowly I could tell his racing heart was slowing down; he leaned back into me and took a huge breath,his cheek touched mine as he took another huge breath and slowly exhaled.
As he calmed down a bit and really started to relax, he asked me about what it was like growing up... and, well, it was my turn. I lost it too and started crying my eyes out. I honestly am still fucked up and I haven't come to terms with it at all. Until perhaps last night.
Chase lost his grandparents to COVID, which I know was super hard on him. I lost my best friend. Ron. Fuck, I tell Chase the entire story and for the first time confront my emotions about losing my best friend of 15 years.
Ron had been my best friend since kindergarten. That first day, some asshole kid stole something from me... I don't know what it was, but I know I was really upset about it. Ron showed up and punched the kid and gave it back to me. Ron was my hero. As we started growing up, we were inseparable. Ron wanted to play baseball, so we both joined Little League. We had a blast. The second year, they tried to separate us, and both of our dads pitched a fit pointing out how good we played together on a team. The coaches finally just gave up and we always played together on the same team from that point forward.
We convinced our parents to send us to summer camp together. Junior High was a blast because we both started wrestling and track. Ron really excelled at wrestling and I crushed it at sprinting; turns out I was a fast little fucker. I suppose I held my own in wrestling as well. We just supported each other. We were close.
We made it to high school, and freshman year, Ron insisted we try out for the football team. As he grew he started putting on a ton of muscle. Man, I wish I had his body. He was just thick. He could bench press twice as much as I ever could, just solid. I tried out with him and, with my speed and agility, they ended up putting me on the team because I could outrun almost everyone. Ron would block them, I would go long. We became heroes of our team.
We were in wrestling season when we first started hearing about COVID-19. We heard that kids didn't have to worry about it so long as we were healthy. They said we had to worry about the old people. Then, we started hearing about the cases starting to grow here in Louisiana. It was scary because it seemed at first like we heard about cases so far, far away in places like Washington State and Oregon, but then overnight it was all about right here! It wasn't long before we heard the announcement that school was going to go virtual. It would close for a few weeks and they expected us to be back in a month.
The first sign that we knew it was serious was when wrestling season was canceled.
Ron and I were pissed about not being able to wrestle... I mean, fuck, this was our senior year! We wanted to go out strong. We didn't go back in a month - we didn't go back at all.
May 20th. I will never forget that day. I texted Ron like 10 times, because we were supposed to get together to study but he wasn't answering my texts. Fuck, I bet he snuck off with one of his many girls he was fooling around with... but no. His mom called me and said he tested positive for COVID and that he really wasn't feeling well.
We facetimed a few times over the next few days, but he kept sounding worse. What the fuck? He is young, why the hell is he getting worse? His dad called me a week later and said they were taking him to the big hospital in Lafayette, Our Lady of Lourdes, because he couldn't breathe and had passed out.
Two days later, my best friend in the world was put on a ventilator. He fought so fucking hard. I would facetime him late at night. The nurses would put his iPAD up for me so I could talk to him. I have no idea if he heard me, I have no idea if he was even still with us, but I didn't care. I told him to get up, to fight this. FUCK, I needed my best friend. I told him that I couldn't do this without him. I told him I needed my best friend. This lasted for two months until all of his organs finally shut down. Ron died July 4th, alone in a hospital bed with nobody to hold his hand, with nobody to hold him.
As I lay here telling this story, for the first time, to ANYONE. I never confided how I felt to anyone. Guys are supposed to be tough. Guys are supposed to just push through. Chase held me so fucking tight; he threaded his fingers into mine holding my hand and pulling me into his chest. He cried with me. He just kept saying, "I got you, Monty. I am not going anywhere." He asked to see pictures of Ron. Who fucking does that? What macho 19 year old guy is so caring that he asks to see photos? Who?
My new best friend Chase, that is who, fuckers! Jesus, we bared our souls to each other. We both were a mess. We had cried so much about our own trauma that we lost our voices. At one point the guys next door pounded on our wall because we were making so much noise.
We held each other all night long, in my bed. Naked, skin to skin, safe. Best friends. So fuck COVID. If we have to stay in this room together for the entire year, then fine. I was here with this amazing man who completely gets me and I am NOT going to lose him.
So this is why, before we even moved in together, we agreed we would get tested for everything under the sun. We wanted to know we were both safe, that we couldn't get sick from each other for anything.
Two minutes had passed now, so I went to the door, looking out the peephole, and it was all clear, so I opened the door and saw the damn Amazon smiley face logo! I am so excited for this box! I just realized that I am nude in the hallway beginning to throw a rod, wow I love the freedom of college, even during a lockdown.
"Chase, bro! It's here!" I have to get his attention, he has his headset on playing Call of Duty or some shit. "Bro, it's here!"
"No way! Guys, I have to go, Good luck!" Chase says as he signs out of the game. "So Monty, my man, open it up! I wanna know what the secret is! Also, I fucking need that lube cause you have almost rubbed my dick raw. Remind me, we need to talk about moisturizer for those hands of yours!"
I crack up laughing and rip the box open. It has several things inside. First are the two bottles of WET Platinum. Then a few other boxes. One is a knockoff FLESHLIGHT. Fuck I have always wanted to use one of these. It has a mouth on the front of it and that looks so fucking cool. So I take it out of the box and Chase is a bit confused until I screw off the lid and have him slide his finger into it.