Date: Wed, 8 Sep 2021 17:21:12 +0000
From: Hugh Everett <hughev@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lockdown Master Part 1

Lockdown Master -- Part 1

It had been an eventful year for Adam.  He had sold his online marketing
business to a competitor, expecting to have to stay on for 2 years. After 3
months, the new owners felt that it would be better for him to leave sooner
rather than later to give the new Managing Director free reign.  He was
therefore sitting on a pile of cash and had signed a contract agreeing not
to work in the industry for at least a year.

The unexpected free time gave Adam lots of time to think about life in
general and his plan to buy an apartment and move in with Luke, his partner
of 2 years, didn't seem like such a good idea upon closer inspection.  It
wasn't so much that they had drifted apart as drifted into friendship.  The
passion had definitely waned and Adam feared that moving in together would
kill off their sex life altogether.

Adam picked their regular Friday night date at a local brasserie to break
the news that he did not want them to move in together.  After a couple of
cocktails for Dutch courage, Adam launched into his prepared speech about
their future together.  He expected a shocked reaction, maybe even tears,
but instead a look of pure relief spread over Luke's face as he realised
where Adam was heading and he blurted out "I've been thinking the same
thing, I just didn't know how to tell you."  Now it was Luke's turn to look
relieved. He was truly glad not to be leaving Luke heartbroken.

"Let's face it, Adam," Luke continued, "we're both looking for the same
thing in the bedroom -- the other guy to take charge -- and neither of us
are that masterful."  Adam, as the notional top in their relationship, was
about to protest that he could be masterful in the sack, but before he
could speak, Luke held up his hand.  "Don't start pretending you're all dom
now, Adam -- I've seen your browsing history and there are quite a lot of
pornos with a certain leather Master telling his slave boy EXACTLY what
he's going to do him."  Adam blushed, then laughed and called for more
drinks.

Two months later Adam collected the keys to his new riverside apartment,
free as a bird and ready to use his remaining gardening leave to launch
himself back into the gay scene.  The problem was, moving in day was 7th
March 2020 and unbeknownst to him, his freedom would only last 2 weeks
before the Covid lockdown spoilt all his plans.

By the third week of lockdown, Adam had had enough.  He was bored of Zoom
quizzes, was drinking too much and putting on weight with the excess of
baked goods that everyone seemed to be producing.  He was also horny as
hell and seemed to have gone through the whole Pornhub catalogue.  His only
salvation was his daily bike ride -- allowed as his permitted form of
exercise.

After one afternoon ride to the south side of the Thames, Adam was securing
his bike in the underground car park of his apartment block, when a tall
figure emerged from the shadows. Adam stopped in his tracks, one end of his
bike lock still in his hand.  He stared at the profusely sweating muscle
god who was ambling towards him. "I see we've both taken advantage of our
exercise window today" said the smiling stranger, whilst mopping his brow
with a small towel that hung from his wide shoulders. Adam was too busy
staring at the man's chest and the rivulets of sweat running down to his
already soaked vest to reply, so the stranger continued, "I'm really
missing weight training while the gyms are closed so I've been doing
resistance bands down here instead."

Adam finally pulled himself together enough to speak, "well it looks like
it's working," he ventured.  The man laughed, "you have to work harder at
my age to keep the form."  Adam dragged his eyes upwards to study the man's
face. It was hard to tell his age, but a few lines round his twinkly hazel
eyes suggested mid to late forties -- 10 years older than Adam.

Adam was in a bit of a daze for the rest of the conversation, but he
recalled a few key pieces of information as he headed up to his
apartment. The Adonis-like neighbour was called Dan and he had offered to
give Adam some training tips on losing the lockdown weight and building
some muscle. His right arm muscles got a mini workout as soon as he got
home when he threw off his shorts and wanked about Dan towering over him,
ordering "Gimme 20 more."

The next morning, Adam was enjoying a leisurely coffee on his balcony when
he spotted Dan walking his dog in the communal gardens.  Every so often he
would do a stretch after throwing the dog her ball and managed to look
gracefully athletic while totally masculine.  Just looking at him made
Adam's cock stir, but his horny daydream was rudely interrupted by a
pretty, petite blond woman coming out of the apartment building and blowing
a kiss over to Dan.  Damn it, a girlfriend!  Adam had assumed his sexy
neighbour was straight, but had indulged himself in an elaborate fantasy,
where Dan was locked down alone, horny and would maybe agree to Adam
sucking him off until he was free to visit girls again.  He could just
imagine Dan saying in his slightly cockney accent, "I'm not gay, mate, but
you get bored with wanking, dontcha? And you are pretty good at it."

Adam moped around for 2 days and then got so bored he decided to start a
fitness regime.  After a smoothie he headed out into the communal garden
for some press ups in the sun. After only about 15 he was already
struggling and realised how unfit he had become.  He determined to get to
at least 50, but was only half way through when a shadow engulfed him and
he saw 2 trainers on the ground directly in front of him.  He looked up to
see a grinning Dan, muscles rippling under a white vest.  "Looks like you
need a bit more practice" Dan observed, stepping forward so that his feet
were directly under Adam's head.  "We used to do this in the army if
someone was flagging" continued Dan.  "If you didn't keep your arms strong,
you ended up kissing your mate's sweaty boots, or in this case trainers."

Adam blushed. As if Dan couldn't get any sexier, turned out he was an
ex-soldier!  Unlike Dan's old army buddies, Adam couldn't think of anything
he would rather do at that moment than kiss the size 11 Pumas in front of
him.  He was still poised awkwardly at Dan's feet when he felt a strong arm
under his, helping him to stand.  "Come up to mine and we'll start on those
tips I mentioned" he said when Adam was almost at eye level.  "Won't your
girlfriend mind you bringing a sweaty bloke back unannounced?" Adam
replied.  Dan looked puzzled, then grinned again. "Ah you saw Kelly the
other day.  She doesn't live with me -- she just popped round for some
clothes she had left.  She lives with her sister who has asthma, so we have
to be really careful."

Best news I've heard all day, thought Adam as he followed Dan back into the
building.

Hugh Everett
hughev@hotmail.com