Playing House

Circumstances conspired. We were bored in quarantine, and Jen had finally felt comfortable enough to go out for a run so it was just me and him the apartment for the first time in a while. 

His name is Brian, and before all this went down I wouldn’t have said he was unattractive…he always had a certain something. He’s a big guy - burly and hairy, not the fit, clean-cut type I typically go for. He was so laid-back and friendly that you couldn’t help but love him. But I can’t say anything sexual had ever crossed my mind. 

As soon as Jen left Brian shut himself in their room, and he stayed there for a good hour. When he came out he plopped down next to me on the couch and we talked while we watched TV. Brian’s always pretty interested in what anybody else in interested in, it’s what makes him so appealing to hang out with. As trying as quarantine had been, I appreciated the fact that I was stuck with him and Jen because I liked both of them a lot. 

“Glad to get some alone time?” I asked him. I didn’t mean anything by it. But he did smirk.

“Yeah for sure,” he said, stretching and letting his arms fall back to his sides. “We’re getting along good but it’s always nice to have some alone time.” He looked at me. “Not that I mind you’re here or anything.”

“I know,” I said. “But I don’t know what I would do if I couldn’t, like, shut myself in my room,” I said. Still not meaning anything by it. But, being two guys, the implication was there. 

“And jack off,” he said, and we laughed. 

“It’s all I do, lately,” I said. 

“Yeah…I feel lucky to have her. If I didn’t I probably would’ve broken quarantine by now,” he said. 

“I still haven’t. I don’t want to put myself at risk. Or you guys, for that matter,” I said.

“I appreciate that,” he said. “Still, sucks you’re not getting any.” We were watching this reality show about people being dropped in the wilderness to fend for themselves, at at some point I noticed him putting his hand on his crotch. Then it seemed like he was caressing it. 

I pretended I didn’t notice. But he was being obvious so eventually I stared, and he saw me staring. He looked at me and laughed. 

“I guess I’m still horny,” he said. 

“Yeah,” I said, feeling my heart start to race. I’d never know Brian to be particularly forward. So this was new. 

“And I was thinking about you being cooped up here and sort of in need,” he said. I was at a loss for words but I guess my look said everything because eventually he just lowered his sweatpants and took it out. Looking at me for approval as he did. 

I didn’t feel shocked, just excited. It wasn’t a huge dick, but it was a nice dick, and the invitation was clear. So I scooted toward him and took it in my hand. He let out his breath. We looked at each other and his smile spread to me. 

“That feels good,” he said. His dick was hot in my hand. He smelled like Brian - a familiar smell, now cast in a different vibe. 

“Can I suck it?” I said.

“Please,” he said. So I leaned down and took it in my mouth. 

“Oh god yeah,” he said as I bobbed my head on it. It had been so long since I’d had a dick to play with that I got a little lost in moment. It was easy to forget that he was my best friend’s boyfriend. In another way, it just felt like a moment of boredom and horniness - a way to relieve some tension, or pass the time.

The more I sucked him the hornier I got, and the hornier he got. The atmosphere shifted, and when he lifted off his shirt I reached up to feel his body, round and hairy and straight-guy sexy, this burly masculinity coupled with his smile and attitude. The fact that he was hard as anything did a lot, too. I slid my shorts down and started jacking my dick while I sucked him. And at a certain point I had my ass perched out and we were both panting. I came off of him, stroking his spit-slick cock while I caught my breath.

“You can sit on it if you want,” Brian said. 

“Are you sure?” I said. 

“Yeah,” he said, smiling. “Only if you want to.” There is nothing that gets me off more than getting fucked, and it had been months at this point. So I stood up and took my shorts all the way off. Then I got some spit on my fingers and got my hole slick. I straddled him on the couch and watched his eyes roll back in his head as I slid him inside of me. 

It felt so right. I was hard and he was hard and I was riding him while he sat back and let me do the work, occasionally wrapping his hands around my butt to pull me close. I started bouncing on him, trying to get the maximum amount of friction in and out. Part of it was I started thinking about Jen coming home. So I really started going to town on him and stroking my own cock at the same speed. When I felt my load rise I didn’t hold back. I came all over his chest and stomach and he watched it and me, all the while with this open-mouthed smile.

“Pretty close,” he said after I’d finished, holding onto my hips. He thrust into me then - one, two, three pumps then he held deep and I could feel his cock swell as it shot in me, his face all screwed up in pleasure. And then he was laughing and so was I, as I got off him and pulled my shorts back up. 

“Wow,” he said. “Okay.” We were back next to each other on the couch, sweaty and panting. 

“Have you ever fucked a guy before?” I said.

“It’s been years,” he said. “There was this guy in high school. It was fun.”

“Does Jen know?” I said.

“I never told her,” he said. “I mean, I think she knows I’m bi. But we shouldn’t tell her about this.” 

“Right,” I said. I mean, we both knew Jen. She would not have approved.

And at first that felt stressful. Trying to relate to Jen with the knowledge of it, wondering if the guilt was all over my face. 

It got easier, though. And then every time we were alone in the house together we started doing it. Jen was going on regular runs, and sometimes I would come out of my room and find him naked and stroking to porn on the big TV. It was easy enough just to join him, and lord knows I needed it.

But sometimes I would look at him and think: why am I doing this? I mean, I’m kind of a hot dude, and he was this schlubby straight guy. But the dick was good, and always hard, and I would get in it my mouth and then my ass and forget about everything else until I came all over him and he came inside of me. 

It all culminated on this one weekend where Jen went to visit her family. The whole lead-up was a thing - we’d been a pod for a good two months at that point. But Jen’s grandmother wasn’t doing well and could you really deny someone the need to visit their family? I think her and Brian fought about it but in the end she left.

That morning he was in the shower and I just knew. He came out in a towel and walked to the living room and dropped it and came over and started making out with me, which we’d never done before. He was so hard and ripping off my clothes and when he went down on me - again, for the first time - I felt my whole body melt. 

We went to my bedroom and I must have sucked his dick for an hour while he laid back and coached me, getting more verbal than he ever had, telling me when to lick his balls or when to stroke him and when to hold him in my throat. When I raised his legs and licked his ass it was like he’d been waiting for me to do it. He got so loud and it was the hottest thing. 

When I took him inside me it was just perfect. I rode him for a while then he turned me over and fucked me on my stomach. He was wrapping his big arm around my neck and pulling me back against his big hairy body and I was as turned on as I’ve ever been in my life. 

He came in me like that, fucking me from behind, as I jacked my own load out at the same time. Then we spent the day doing all the shit we’d typically do: working on a puzzle, getting into the new reality show we’d been binging. When he went to his bedroom that night and shut the door, there was a twinge of something I didn’t quite recognize.

Maybe he sensed it because he woke me up crawling into my bed in the middle of the night. We literally spent the next twenty-four hours fucking each other’s brains out, with occasional breaks to order take-out or watch TV or smoke a joint. 

It was like, a mental vacation for both of us. An escape from the monotony of the last few weeks. When we fucked in his and Jen’s bed it definitely felt like crossing a line, and when I fell asleep there next to him that night it was definitely a violation. But at the time I didn’t care. It was like we were play-acting boyfriends. It felt too good to question.

We cuddled all night and when we woke up to the warm breeze coming in through the window and the birds singing, he pulled me close and wrapped his hand around my cock. 

I rode him slowly, sleepily, both of us half-awake, hands roaming all over each other’s bodies as I plunged him inside of me again and again. We locked lips and came like that, tongues entwined. 

And then the spell broke. Jen was coming back in a few hours. He went out for some groceries and I was doing the breakfast dishes, standing there at the sink, a whole day of nothing ahead of me. I’d gone too far, I realized. I wanted him, and he’d never want me in the same way. And even if I got it, it would mean the end of…everything, really. That wasn’t something I was willing to deal with, not in the midst of so much uncertainty. 

So when he came home and said, “I think I’m gonna take a shower,” with the clear implication that he wanted to make the most of our less than two hours as fake boyfriends, I had to shake my head. Then I went for a walk in the park, and had a good cry.