Date: Thu, 14 May 2020 17:14:30 -0400 From: Andrew Gabriel Subject: Growing in a Time of Social Distancing Growing in a Time of Social Distancing By Andrew R. Gabriel Categories: Gay Male / Beginnings / Interracial This story is about 95% fiction. It's a story of voyeurism, longing, personal growth and explicit sex between two consenting adult men. It does involve some stalking, some dominant/submissive interaction and a significant age difference. If it is illegal for you to read such a story, or if it is not your cup of tea, stop now please. This is my work, you are welcome to pass it on but do not copy and repost it as your own work. Please support Nifty, and please be generous: https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Comments are more than welcome. This is my second story for Nifty, and I got a lot of energy from the kind and encouraging feedback on my first contribution, called "Still Straight, More or Less". I love to learn what you think of my work. My email is andrew.r.gabriel@gmail.com *** Spring 2020 was rough for many. COVID-19 scared the living daylights out of me and most of the people I knew. Double so after one of my uncles died from it. And then of course the economy started to tank due to the lockdowns in much of the world. I was definitely part of the collateral damage. After a 15 year long career at my employer, an online travel agency, I was let go together with hundreds of colleagues. Nobody was traveling nowadays, so our revenue was disappearing fast. And I only got promoted a year ago. I was in their programming department, I'm pretty good with computers and programming languages, and it was my job to organize teaching and mentoring for other programmers, mostly in languages like Python and Java. Things were going well at work until this shit storm. I had a nice office, and I was just about to get a cute intern on my team for the summer. We had to rescind his offer, and I had to let him know. When I gave him the call with the bad news, he started crying. Tough times... I was particularly good technically, although I had received feedback on multiple occasions that my people skills left to be desired, I could be a bit of impersonal and harsh sometimes. I apparently came across as a "mean guy". Sure, I did like to let people know I was in charge and I liked to have things go my way, but in my book that was a good thing. I called it "goal-oriented". But my managers and my team saw it differently, they actually had me take some training to be more "empathetic" or whatever. Anyway, that did not matter anymore. I was part of the second wave of layoffs at my company, and sadly I had to help organize the first wave. One guy on my team, Phil was his name, one of my first hires actually, took it really hard. I had a long work history with Phil, and it did not always go smooth between us. I suspected he was one of the people complaining to HR about my management style. To be fair, perhaps because he was the only other gay person on the team I rode him extra hard sometimes (only figuratively, nothing sexual ever happened between us), but always for the good of the company. We had business goals to attain. When I fired him he started to yell and scream and call me names like "cold-hearted backstabber". He swore he would teach me a lesson, whatever that meant. Sure dude, I was just the messenger. And two weeks later I was on the street as well. Luckily I had been in my job a long while, and I lived through some of the best times at the company. I was able to make a lot of money in those days, and I socked much of it away. As a single gay guy with a modest lifestyle, my expenses were limited. I could afford to live off my savings for a few years if need be. I was now 42, and I was planning to work at least 2 decades more. I assumed that programming skills would still be needed in a post-COVID-19 world, so I felt fairly confident I could find a sufficiently good job again once the economy got out of its coma. I did not live very large. My home is a decent suburban condo but nothing fancy. I had actually been thinking about moving to a house with a garden, but for now this condo is a good place to hunker down. My biggest immediate worry, beyond the obvious health concerns, was actually coping with boredom. My list of tasks around the house was only so long, and reading or on demand TV got tedious after a while as well. And as part of the boredom, I was getting sexually incredibly frustrated. I had been happily single for a couple of years, after a messy break-up. When I was horny, it was not too difficult to find someone: booty call with one of a couple of a regular sex buddies, online hookups, or if I wanted to be adventurous a gay bar or gay sauna. I was used to men being available with modest effort. Now given social distancing I was left to my right hand, or if I wanted to be adventurous my left hand. I was a fairly good-looking white guy for my age, and kept reasonably well in shape. I sported a full beard, perhaps to compensate a little for some hair loss on top. 5'11 tall, and with an 8" uncut cock. In bed I exclusively topped, but like I said that had been a while now. As a result, I watched a lot of porn. Really a lot, a couple of hours each day. Much of it free, although I paid for a couple of websites as well. I particularly liked younger twenty-something guys of all ethnicities, and there were a few sites with quality content I subscribed to. But even the best porn videos got boring after a while and were no substitute for the real thing. Nifty.org was terrific as well, some of those stories got my fantasy reeling. To alternate from the regular porn, I came across some online video sites, where guys (and gals, if you're into that) put on a sexy live show. You could interact with them and if you tipped them some money they may do something special. The interactiveness of it gave it a dimension regular porn videos didn't have, although the production value was of course a lot more amateurish. In some ways that made it more real. As I was perusing one of the more popular video chat sites one afternoon I saw a particularly cute Southeast Asian guy. He was still fully dressed, but what got my attention was his fabulous ear-to-ear smile and handsome face. He seemed to be enjoying himself, and had a great presence. And I was not the only one noticing him, his room had 200 viewers when I joined, despite there not being any hot action or even any skin. I checked out his Bio section. He was 18 years old, and gay. His screen name was Yoshi. His statistics were 5'4, which he described as "fun-sized", and a 6" circumcised cock. He had a campaign going: if he got 500 tokens he would take his shirt off. For those not familiar with these cam sites, 500 tokens equals 25 US dollars. He also had a dozen or so mini-campaigns for lower amounts, such as 10 tokens (blow a kiss), up to 100 tokens (for which his audience would get to admire his penis in closeup for a few seconds). I tipped 10 tokens, and he blew a kiss and said "This is for you Daddy", in reference to my screen name Daddy484. I was entertained, and as the minutes passed by Yoshi gradually inched towards his goal of 500 tokens. When he reached it, his long sleeve T-shirt came off and he started to prance around in what looked to be his bedroom. He carried the camera with him, so we got to see different angles. It was a bit of a messy room, typical for guys his age. His chest, which I assumed most of his viewers were focused on, was very nice. He seemed smooth, lanky and not muscular with small brown nipples. As he walked around with his camera, I noticed in the periphery something what most others likely would ignore: a pizza box. But what was particular about this specific pizza box was the logo and name of the restaurant where it came from: it was from a pizzeria a few minutes walking from my home. I first did not believe it, and when the camera moved the pizza box out of view I started to doubt myself. But when it came back into view, the name and even the town, my suburban home town, were very clearly legible. There was no doubt: Yoshi must live fairly close to me, in a couple mile radius at most. I thought about sending him a message pointing out how close we were geographically, but I didn't do so. Most of the performers on these sites were rather cagey about where they live, for fear that their online presence would start to interfere with their real world life. And I did not want to creep him out. If it was me, it would freak me out if people I knew would be watching me do sexy stuff online. I'm sure he did not realize the pizza box gave his approximate location away. So I just enjoyed the show, occasionally tipping him. He hung around for over 3 hours, and gradually shed all his clothing. Because I tipped fairly well, he sent me a few flirty messages throughout the show. He ended his performance with a nice "cum show", where he jerked off and ended up licking up and eating some of his own cum. It was very hot to watch! After his orgasm he was beat and ended the show. I made sure I followed his example and had a great orgasm myself. After the exciting show I went on with my day, but later at night in bed I my thoughts wandered back to Yoshi and his erotic performance. I could not recall seeing him in my neighborhood. And with the coronavirus going around and everyone asked to stay indoors, it was not very likely I would see him hanging out on the street. Hopefully that would change soon. In the meantime, the memory of his show was added to my masturbation arsenal. The next day, I could not forget about Yoshi. As I said, I was sexually very frustrated with way too much time on my hands. I may not ever meet him, but I did want to know more about him. I felt a bit like a fan wanting to know more about a celebrity. I went on all the familiar gay hookup apps to see if there was someone fitting Yoshi's description in my vicinity. It took a little while, but there was one guy who fitted the description but used a different handle. He had a faceless torso picture, like many people including myself on these apps, but his stats were the same, and based on his torso it could be him. I messaged him with a friendly greeting, using the same handle as I had for the show the day before. He got back to me, and we started chatting: Daddy484: OffToCollege: Daddy484: OffToCollege: <...and soooo fucking horny. My mom won't let me leave, so no chance of hooking up with anyone. Send me a couple hot pics, so I have something to jerk off to. I'll return the favor.> Daddy484: And with that I sent some of my better ones: a nice erection, as well as a cumshot. I did not send a face picture. OffToCollege sent me an impressive pic of his erection, with nicely trimmed pubes, as well as a flattering pic of his ass. And to top it off, a picture of his face with a couple of splatters or cum (his own?) that he started to lick up. I now knew for sure OffToCollege and Yoshi were one and the same. The app indicated that he lived very close. Perhaps sometime in the future, when this craziness eased up, we could... But in the meantime the pictures he sent were definitely wanking material. -- Such a selfish asshole -- A few days passed. Until now we had mostly miserably cold weather, but going forward nicer days were upon us. I celebrated by sitting on my condo balcony and enjoying some daytime drinking in the sun. I had opted for a nice dry white wine. I had lost track of what day of the week we were. As I was relaxing, I was looking around. My condo balcony was a couple of floors up high, so I could peek into the backyards from some of my neighbors. That's when I saw him, Yoshi. At least I think it was him. He was a little too far away to be certain. He was doing some exercises in a little backyard several houses away. He seemed to be doing jumping jacks or something like that. I needed to get a better look. I stormed back inside. I had somewhere a pair of binoculars, but where-o-where. It took me perhaps ten minutes to find them, but it felt like over an hour. My heart was racing in excitement, like a little kid getting ready for an Easter egg hunt. When I got back outside he was luckily still there, and he had started to do some rope skipping. As I was spying on him with my binoculars, I was certain, this was my Yoshi. He was sweaty, and his longish hair was sticking to his forehead but he still looked amazing. I don't think he had seen me. I did feel awkward, a little creepy, perving on a neighborhood kid like this. But hey, all in all it was harmless. I chuckled at my own behavior. That evening after dinner I went for my daily stroll. Walking is good for one's digestion I had been told once. I normally just walked around a bit aimlessly, on days it did not rain at least. Today aimlessly was not an accurate description: I wanted to walk by the house of the object of my affection, Yoshi. I needed to find out what I could about them. On the mailbox, the label was "Reyes". That did not give much away, a very common last name. Could be Spanish, Mexican, South American, Filipino... Since Yoshi looked Southeast Asian, I would guess they were Filipino. I stopped to inspect the house from across the street. It looked like a fairly well-kept place, a typical row house in our suburb. There was a small park with a few benches across the street, so I decided to sit there for a bit. I pulled up my phone and I googled the address to see what I could find. Apparently the house was owned by a corporation, as were the adjacent houses, so they must be renters. I still did not know much. It was getting dark, and I grew bolder. I decided to open their mailbox, to see if I could find at least a first name. With a bit of luck they had not yet collected today's mail. Bingo! There was still mail in there, some of it addressed to a "Joshua Reyes" and some of it to a "Corazon Reyes" Although there were multiple mail pieces, those were the only names I saw. I anxiously looked around to see if anyone had noticed me snooping around, but it was eerily quiet outside. Coronavirus-quiet I suppose. My curiosity took over my brain, I had to find out more. I needed to somehow make contact. But how do you make contact with a stranger in a time of social distancing? That night I went over various scenarios that could force the Reyes family to connect with me: I could steal their mail, and come by to deliver it while telling them that it was erroneously delivered to me. This would give me an excuse to ring their doorbell, but the conversation would be minimal at best. I decided I needed something that would force more interaction. I had noticed their house did not have a driveway or a garage, so they must park in the street. I was going to scout out which car they drove, and that could open up some options perhaps. I got up very early the next morning, and went to the little park. Around 7am I noticed that a middle-aged woman, I assume Corazon, the mother, came out in face mask and hospital scrubs, and went to a small grey car parked close by. So that was their vehicle. I would return this evening to put my plan in motion. Around dinner time I went back, this time driving my car. I parked right behind their vehicle. I took a deep breath, and slowly drove forward, intending to make a little dent in their car. I got out and... nothing. Not even a little scratch. I did it too carefully. I redid it, this time a little less carefully. It worked, there was a dent in their bumper but no further damage. I felt bad about doing this: guilty for deliberately vandalizing their property, and conflicted about the money I was about to give them. This was not a time to be spending frivolous money. But I felt it was my best shot at getting closer to them, and getting closer to Joshua, Yoshi. I wore my face mask and rang their doorbell. Corazon opened. "Excuse me, Miss. I apologize for disturbing you. Does that grey car over there belong to you?" "Yes, it does. Why?" "I am very sorry. I bumped into it just now with my car." "Oh my god!" "The damage is limited. Please come take a look." She closed the door in my face, clearly upset, and came out a minute or so later with a light jacket and a face mask. We walked over to her vehicle, and I pointed out the dent. As we stood by the vehicle, I saw Joshua watching us from the upper floor window. Corazon seemed relieved when she saw the small dent. "I really apologize, and I want to make up for this. Can I pay you?" "How much were you thinking?" I swallowed, this was going to sting. "How about $2,500?" That was far more than the damage was worth I'd reckon. Her eyes widened, and she nodded. "Yeah, that would work..." "My name is Dan by the way, Dan Jones. I live a few houses over, in the condo complex." "My name is Corazon Reyes." "Very nice to meet you, although sorry about the circumstances. What do you do for work if I may ask?" "I'm a nurse." "Oh wow, that must be difficult right now. How are you holding up?" "It's difficult. Very difficult..." I could sense she was longing to talk to someone. My ploy was working.... "... especially with my son Joshua. It's just the two of us here at home. And since I am at high risk for infection, he is quarantined in his bedroom. We haven't actually seen each other for a few weeks already. We have dinner separately and when we talk, we're in different rooms. It is hard for him, I can tell. I am worried about his mental health." Tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke. This was getting real. Clearly I was not just being "goal-oriented" here, but I was living up to my reputation as a "mean guy". I glanced over at the house. Joshua was still watching us from the window, his face slightly worried. I started to feel bad for them, and felt like a jerk for injecting myself into their life with an ulterior motive. "It's people like you, Corazon, that keep the country going and keep all of us safe. Thank you for all you do. Please do let me know if there is anything I can help with. I'm a computer programmer by training, that may not be of much use to you. But perhaps I can help with groceries, chores or whatever." "Did you say you were a programmer?" "Yes, at least I was. I got laid off recently. I was in charge of training others at my employer." She just nodded. I went to my car to grab a check and filled it out for $2,500. She accepted. I also gave her my phone number, and insisted she should call me if she needed anything. After we said goodbye I went home and felt like crap. I had been such a selfish asshole, letting my dick do my thinking for me. I forgot that behind the screen name Yoshi there was a real person, with real person problems. And his mom was one of those unsung heroes, she did not need me messing with her life or creeping around her son. That night I went to bed for the first time in a few weeks without watching porn, but instead with a pit in my stomach. -- You're safe with me -- Two days later, I received a call from an unknown number. "Hi, is this Daniel Jones?" "Yes, this is Dan." "Hi Dan, you may remember me, I'm your neighbor Corazon Reyes." "Of course." My mind started racing. This could go in so many directions, I was not sure what to prepare for. But she took our call in a direction I did not even conceive of in all my scheming. "Mr Jones, Dan, I wanted to thank you for being a gentleman the other day, when you paid for the damage to my car. Most people, I believe, would have walked away and pretended it didn't happen. And what you paid me was very generous, to be honest. But... I'm actually calling because I have a proposal for you." She paused. "I remember you saying you were a teacher of computer programming, but you're currently unemployed." "Yeah, that right." "Well, my son Joshua is graduating high school, and he is supposed to go to college to study computer sciences. But I do not feel comfortable sending him now, given the coronavirus. I want him to hold off for a few semesters. We looked into online education, but I'm afraid that would only make his loneliness worse. Would you be willing to be his tutor until he can go to college? You could give him a head start as well as keep him company and be a mentor to him. I would pay you, of course, although I can't pay much." "Uhh... Yeah, I'd be open to that." "I hope you don't mind, I did look you up and had a background check performed on you, and looked up your credentials online. I needed to be comfortable having you around my son, you see. But you came back with a clean record and a terrific resume, and if you'd be open to it I believe it would be great for Joshua." "Uhm, ok." Wow, she was the real deal. I guess I am not the only one snooping around my neighbors. That made me feel a little less guilty about my recent behavior. Not much, but a tiny bit. "What about social distancing? How would we do this, Corazon? Should I come over to your place to teach Joshua?" "Well, I was actually hoping you'd let him live with you for a few months. I understand from your background check that you live alone, so perhaps you'd like some company as well. He's a great kid, fun to be around and he will help around in the house. He's a pretty good cook actually. He'd be safer from the virus with you than he would be with me. I would of course pay for his food as well, Joshua can eat for two." Oh My God. I was speechless. The guy from the porn video show, from the hot pics, was about to move in with me. All the images I jerked off to were flashing in front of me. "Hello, are you still there?" "Sorry, I was thinking. Yes, that could work. I would indeed like the company, this lockdown makes for a lonely time." No double entendre there... We discussed the practicalities, and I actually found myself negotiating down how much she would pay me, she was offering too much. We landed on her paying for groceries and Joshua helping out around the house, including cooking. The tutoring would be essentially free of charge, We agreed that Joshua would come over that night after dinner. He was going to stay in my office, which I could convert into a guest bedroom. I was nervous as if I was going to my high school graduation prom. Like a whirlwind I cleaned up the house, rearranged the office and tidied every room. I wasn't sure anything was going to happen between Joshua and I, but I also spent a lot of time on personal grooming that afternoon, including trimming my beard that had started to grow a little bushy in lockdown. A couple minutes after 8.30pm the doorbell rang. I opened, and there he stood, finally, right in front of me. He had a large suitcase with him and he looked uncomfortable, with a shy smile. "Hi, I'm Joshua. Are you Dan?" "Welcome, Joshua. Yes, I'm Dan. I was expecting you. Please come in." I showed him in, and we got acquainted a bit. Chitchat mostly, but we also talked about his life, how high school went and how he was really looking forward to going to college and was bummed that it was postponed. He talked about his family, how they had come from the Philippines when he was still very little. He also talked about how lonely he was during the lockdown, with his mum quarantining at home. "You're the first person I see in the flesh since several weeks", he sighs. Then he looks up to me with puppy eyes and says: "I know we just met, but... could I get a hug? I need one, badly." I opened my arms, and he threw himself at me. In my embrace, I noticed him weeping. "It's going to be alright, buddy. We'll get through this. You're safe with me." "Thank you so much, Dan. I really worry about my mother." "I understand that. She seems like a very special lady. But she also seems very smart and very strong, she will be fine." "I hope so..." "Hey, how about I show you your room?" We went to the office, which tidied up nicely. He nodded appreciatively. "Well, I let you get settled in. Breakfast is tomorrow at 8am, and then we will go over what you want to learn over the next few months, as well as do an assessment of your skills. Think of it as a placement test. So better get a good night rest!" Later that night, as I was getting ready to go to bed, I was reflecting on my current situation. Living under one roof with the guy of my fantasies was great, but I had no idea if he would be into me. I'm more than twice his age, after all. Not likely. And if I made an unwanted move, that would make living together quite complicated. Best to be careful and stick to porn for my relief. I logged onto my favorite video chat site, and to my major surprise Yoshi was broadcasting. How could that be? As I went to his chat room, I immediately recognized my own office. The horny devil was broadcasting from my home! I had to see this. He seems to have been at it for a little while already, as he was sitting there in his underwear. I tipped him and decided to ask him a few questions: Daddy484: Yoshi: Daddy484: Yoshi: Daddy484: Yoshi: I was about to cum right then and there. Joshua had just said I was completely his type and stated I was hot. Only he had no idea I was hot for him too. A few other viewers picked up on the chat conversation, and started to encourage Yoshi to make a move on his roommate, and ideally to film it for them to watch. As his show progressed, Yoshi took off his underwear, and we got to admire his gorgeous flaccid dick. He now had about 400 viewers. My new roomie was definitely popular! One of the generous tippers then suggested that for his grand finale today Yoshi should demonstrate to us what he would like to do with his new roommate. Yoshi grinned when he read the message, and typed: Yoshi: He stepped out of view and when he returned, I did a double take. He was holding one of the largest dildos I had ever seen. Yoshi: Within minutes almost a hundred viewers, of course including me, tipped the requested amount and he started the show. I was incredibly turned on, but also a little worried. That thing was huge, and he was a fairly small guy. Also, if he was imagining that was me, he would be disappointed by the real thing. My 8" dick is well above average, but it is no match for the monster I was watching him lubing up right then. Yoshi placed the dildo on a chair, my office desk chair, and gradually brought it to his sphincter. As I watched it, I couldn't help but think that doing my personal finances from that chair was never going to be the same after watching this. He had placed the camera so that we had a close-up of his ass and the dildo. I felt a little bad we could not see his face as the dildo entered his body. But then he zoomed out, and we could watch him in all his glory, his face contorted in ecstasy, jerking his cock with one hand and gently but firmly pushing the dildo in further and further with his other hand. He did not say anything, probably worried his new roommate, i.e. me, would hear him, but I saw him mouth words. And his eyes rolled back into his head, he was thoroughly enjoying this. Would he really be imagining this was me fucking him? It was too much for me, and I felt myself going over the edge. My orgasm was immense, and I needed several paper tissues to clean myself up. Nonchalantly I just dropped them on the floor next to my bed. I didn't have time to discard them properly now, I wanted to see Yoshi, Joshua, cum. And cum he did. All over himself, and frankly all over the room. Some of it landed on the chair, some on my desk and some on the floor. After that, he ended the show. A moment later, I heard the door of his room open. I assumed he needed to go to the bathroom. I thought for a second of stepping out of my room as well and trying to bump into him. But I let him have his privacy. Then I heard a shower running, and with that sound I drifted asleep. -- Our problems may be each other's solution -- The next morning, I was woken up by Joshua knocking on my bedroom door and saying my name. "Hi Dan, are you up? Can I come in? I made breakfast for you." "Sure, Joshua, come in. What time is it?" "It's 7am. I know you said breakfast at 8am, but I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed." "Oh wow, you did not need to do that" I said as I admired the spread: toast with jam, sunny side up eggs and coffee. He had it all on a tray. He was already in my room when I realized a couple of things: 1) I was fully naked, and only had my bed sheet to cover me. 2) I had a morning erection, and I didn't know how to hide it. 3) the cum-filled paper tissues were still on the floor next to my bed, and he was bound to notice them. 4) Joshua was wearing tiny shorts and one of those tank tops that are mostly open on the side, and he looked amazing. I quickly sat up and took the tray. At least that would hide my erection. I saw Joshua admire my hairy chest from the corner of his eye, which made me smile. I also think I saw a slight stirring in those tiny shorts he was wearing, and I definitely saw that under that little-concealing top his nipples were erect. Then he glanced at the tissues. "Uh, Dan, do you want me to throw those tissues away?" I was so embarrassed. My face turned all shades of red at the same time. "No, don't worry about it. I'll do it later." "Ok then. It seems you had some fun last night and I'm glad you did. I did too, a lot of fun actually. That's what guys do, right? Haha. Enjoy your breakfast Dan, I'll see you in the living room in a bit." Joshua winked as he said that. I suppose he was just referring to both of us masturbating, right? I ate, and freshened up. As I left my room I took a sneak peek into his bedroom. He had cleaned any remnants from the debaucherous show last night. Too bad. We went over his learning objectives, and as discussed he took a skills assessment, which occupied much of the day. He performed quite well for someone his age. He seemed to have a real aptitude for computers, and his mind was already wired like a programmer. It was actually going to be fun tutoring Joshua, and not just because he is the hottest guy ever to set foot in my home. "Very well done Joshua. You are really good at this stuff. Let me work out a training program for you." "Sounds good, Dan. While you do that I will start dinner." His mother did not exaggerate, the kid was a great cook! He made a terrific seafood pasta with stuff he found in the freezer. "How did you learn to cook like that? When I was your age I could barely boil an egg." "Oh, for as long as I remember it has always been just my mum and I. My dad was never in the picture, and I heard he is currently in jail. And with my mum being a nurse, she was often not home for dinner. So I kind of had to teach myself how to cook... A lot of trial and error" he smiled as he said that last bit. We cleaned up the kitchen together. After watching his online show, I needed to see if this guy was for real about being into me. "Hey, you worked hard today. Are you up for watching a movie together?" "Sure, that sounds fun. What movie were you thinking?" "Have you seen Moonlight? It's currently streaming. I have not yet seen it, but heard many good things." "Yeah, that sounds good. I have not seen it either. That's the one that won Best Picture at the Oscars a couple years ago, right?" We settled in for a nice night. I opened a good bottle of wine, and Joshua had some with me. The movie was terrific. As the story progressed, Joshua and I inched closer and closer together. Eventually our legs and feet were touching, intertwined almost. Joshua was still wearing his tiny shorts, and I was admiring his strong legs with a dusting of hair, and his beautiful naked caramel-colored feet. I could not resist, and grabbed both his feet, and gently pulled them into my lap. I started to massage him. Joshua started to moan. "Oh, that feels so good Dan. Where did you learn to massage?" "I had a boyfriend once that was a professional massage therapist." Yes! What I said wasn't actually true but there was the opening I was looking for to tell Joshua I was gay. Let's see if he followed up with his move. "Very cool. Man, I wish I had a boyfriend. It's been difficult being not only homebound, but also starved of physical touch." "That makes two of us, Joshua. As you could probably tell I'm single as well and have not been with a guy since this circus started." "Well, it seems like our problems may be each other's solution" he said as he leaned in to give me a gentle, hesitant kiss. I look him in the eye, and kiss him back, more aggressive than he did. Our lips stayed locked for several minutes, as our hands caressed each other and our tongues made an intricate dance. His smell, his taste was intoxicating. And his body! He was not muscular, but still 100% a man, having shed any boy remnant. He did not have much body hair other than on his legs, but every part of him felt firm. He seemed obsessed with my beard and my abundant chest hair, and continued to run his fingers through it. While he did so he found my nipples to flick his fingers by, and as such found one of my most responsive love buttons. I sprang an erection in mere seconds, and started to moan through our kissing. This gave him the sign to go into a higher gear, and he took off his tank top and unbuttoned my shirt before peeling it off as well. Having found my weakness, he started to bite my nipple, alternating between left and right. His mixing of biting, licking and sucking on my nipples drove me insane. I could not handle too much of this. On top of that, I had longed for Joshua, Yoshi, for so long, I had to have him. Abruptly, I got up and unbuttoned his pants. I used my size and strength to lift him up and turn him over, on his knees on the couch with his naked ass in the air. And I devoured his almost hairless beautiful brown ass, working my tongue all the way in while he was cooing and ah-ing in my sofa pillow. He tasted a little pungent but amazing, and I kept going at it for perhaps ten minutes, when I felt his ass was ready for the next step. I stepped away for a few seconds to grab lube and a condom. When I returned, I took my pants off, and got ready to mount him. He was now begging me: "Oh Dan, fuck me. Please fuck me daddy. I need it so bad. I need your cock inside me daddy. Please..." Well, I was certainly going to oblige. He had demonstrated in his video that he could handle a really large dildo, so let's see how he does with my more human-sized cock. As I stood behind Joshua, my dick entered his ass gradually, until I was completely inside him. I let him adjust to me for a minute or so while I gently massaged his pebble-hard brown nipples. I gradually started to slide in-and-out of him, feeling the tip of my penis brushing against his prostate. After a careful start I picked up the pace and the intensity, and pounded him hard. He was now groaning and grunting underneath me. We did this for perhaps fifteen minutes, until we were both dripping in sweat. I was ready to cum, and I thought he was getting close as well. Just as I was about to tell him, he moans: "Oh daddy, I'm going to cum. I can't hold it anymore daddy." I felt his ass muscles spasm as he orgasmed, which pushed me over the edge and I joined him in bliss. We cuddled for a little but on the couch, and we were both completely spent. "Should we go to bed?" I ask. "Yeah..." "Want to join me? No need to stay in the guest room..." "Yes, that would be nice." The next morning I woke up a little earlier, and I studied Joshua's sleeping face. He was truly beautiful. Shoulder-long thick black hair that had a silky, almost blueish shine to it. Smooth brown skin, a small nose, and small dimples in his cheeks that deepened when he smiled. I was so lucky he was living with me, this was going to be great. And perhaps we could make this work even after the COVID-19 crisis ends. I'd definitely be up for that. Instead of waiting for the alarm clock to go off, I decided to wake him up with a blowjob. While he was still sleeping I buried my head under the sheets, until I found his penis. He smelled manly, slightly sweaty. I gave his boyhood a gentle lick, which prompts a moan from Joshua. His penis quickly was rising to a full erection, and I graduated from licking to a full-mouthed blowjob. Joshua was now fully awake, and without saying a word or lifting the bed sheet, he grabbed my head and kept it firmly in place while he was thrusting his hips, pistoning his cock in and out my mouth. I tried but could not move. He was essentially using me as a fuck toy, and he did not care I was gagging. I believe it's called skull fucking. I'd never experienced something like it, and it was a little scary to be overpowered by a much smaller, much younger guy. When he came he forced himself deep in my throat and flooded my esophagus with his sperm. After that he let me go and pulled away the sheet. "Thanks Dan, that was hot!" he said, and he jumped out of bed and into the shower. I just nodded. I wasn't sure what just happened, but it felt dehumanizing. I was still startled, completely out of breath and I needed a few moments to compose myself. After breakfast we commenced the actual tutoring, and Joshua continued to be an eager and promising student. That evening after dinner, we had arranged for Joshua, Corazon and I to meet in the little park in front of her house. We kept at a safe distance, and after some opening small talk I walked away for a while to give mother and son some privacy. When we got home, Joshua asked "Can I have another hug?" and in our embrace he broke down. I felt his tears on my chest through the shirt I was wearing. I held him for many minutes. After the emotional exchange we felt ready for bed. Without discussing it he joined me in my bedroom, but neither of us was in the mood for sex. -- I don't think he meant it as a compliment -- Joshua pointed out we didn't have much groceries in the house anymore, and a visit to the store was in order. He volunteered to go, he was actually looking forward to getting out of the house it seemed, despite the dangers. I wanted to hand him some money, but he said he's all set and did not want to take any. "Did your mum give you money then?" "No, I have some of my own. I have my own income, actually." "Oh, really? How's that?" I ask, and as I said it I realized he was likely referring to his video chats. "Uh, it's a bit of a long story. I'll tell you after I come back from the grocery store. You relax a bit here until I get back." Later that day, I waited until after dinner to press the topic again. That's when Joshua admitted he indeed makes money with those video chats. I feigned surprise at first, but also clarified I visited those sites from time to time, and thought they were hot. I did not tell him I had seen him on there before though. "I started only a month or two ago, the money is good and the work is fun and easy. The audience is quite friendly, and they actually helped me through the worst of my loneliness." "So, how much do you make then?" "It varies a bit from day. On a good day, I make over $300. On a bad day, I make $100. And since I cam most days, it makes for a pretty good income. But do you know what would really help me to boost my income?" "What's that?" "A duo show, with someone else. Audiences love those, and the tips are much better." "Yeah, I guess that makes sense. It's more hot to watch two people play together than to watch one person play by themselves." "So, how about it?" Only then did it dawn on me that Joshua was asking me to be in the video show with him. I had shivers when it sank in. Joshua smiled when he saw my reaction. "I don't think it's a good idea. People pay to see a cute young guy like yourself frolic about, not some middle-aged average joe like me." "Don't sell yourself short, I think you fall squarely in the DILF category. And I think people would find it hot to see us having sex on camera." "What about privacy? I don't want my face on some porn site. Anyone could be watching these shows." "Well, the whole point is that people do see you. But unless you are planning to run for political office, what's the big deal with that? Let's just try it." And with that, Joshua grabbed my hand and let me to the guest bedroom. He started his laptop, and before I fully grasped what was happening, we were broadcasting to the world. He decided I would be called "Dave" during the show, I suppose it's close but different enough from my real name, similar in difference between Yoshi and Joshua. The virtual room filled up gradually, many of them returning viewers from Yoshi's previous shows. They seemed excited that he had a guest performer, based on the comments we received. He launched a tipping menu, with things like "make out" and "fondle each other's cock" sprinkled in between his regular options. It actually was indeed fun, I had a good time. Gradually more and more clothing came off. After about two hours we had reached our goal, and were going to do a fuck show. I was getting a little nervous, realizing there would be a big audience but having no idea who would be watching. However it was also very exciting at the same time. And then one of the tippers in the room dropped a bombshell: HornyPhil: Yoshi points to the screen, and whispers: "Whoa! That's a lot of money, dude. That's $100. We've got to do that" "Sorry, no. I don't bottom. Haven't done so since college." He scoffed: "Fuck that. It's a lot of money. Don't be a party pooper" he responded somewhat angrily. Then, he took a deep breath, and looked at me with sweet, begging eyes: "Please? ... Pretty please?" He knew how to play me like a fiddle. I could not say no. "Ok then. But be gentle. I mean that." And without saying anything more, He started to type: Yoshi: The 2000 tokens from HornyPhil came in, as did many tokens to buy tickets. A few short minutes later, the show started, and Yoshi turned me around. I'm now on my hands and knees. I had eaten his ass a couple of days ago, now he was doing mine. His tongue work was terrific, he was obviously enjoying himself. After a very enjoyable time he repositioned himself and suddenly I felt cold lube on my anus. My heart jumped in anticipation of what I knew was coming. Yoshi's slender finger started to gently push against my sphincter, but he was not in yet. I was clenched up, afraid. But then, determined and mercilessly, I felt his finger pry me open. It was uncomfortable, but not too painful. Then I imagined his slender brown smooth hands, and how much smaller his finger was than his cock, especially in girth. I shuddered at the thought. Yoshi had remembered how well I responded to nipple play, and his free hand started to pinch my nipples. My penis, which had gone soft in fear, immediately responded, and Yoshi switched his hand from my nipple to my now hard cock. As he did, he took advantage of my distraction to push in a second slippery finger, stretching my hole further open. I gasped, and he held still, except for the hand that was jerking me off. After my breathing normalized, he started to wiggle around. Then he asked: "Ready for finger number three?" but he did not wait for my response. He jammed it in me, and I moaned: Oooohhhh... Hold on, hold on, hold on..." He just left the three fingers still in my ass, but his stroking of my cock continued unabatedly. After a minute or so, he decided we were going to the next phase, and he slipped out of me completely. He got up, and I heard a tearing of what I suspected was a condom wrapper and the squirting of more lube. I felt the tip of his penis rest against my backside, and he is sliding back and forth to give the audience a good show. Almost continuously I have heard the pings of tips come in, Yoshi was making a lot of money, and I felt glad I could help him out. But then I felt the burning sensation of his cock entering me. I squealed a little. "Oh my god this hurts, this is why I never bottom" I thought to myself. But Yoshi demonstrated he was an experienced top despite his age, and he quickly started pushing my prostate with his dick. The burning pain was within minutes replaced by pure and utter pleasure. I was now begging for it: "Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder..." and he picked up the pace, slamming into me with his full body weight, and pulling almost entirely out again. As he plowed me, I gradually felt I was leaving this reality. I lost myself. And I only returned to semi-consciousness as I realized I was about to cum. "I'm gonna cum, man", and as soon as I said those words Yoshi pulled me up and turned me to the camera, to ensure the viewers saw my orgasm. He did not hold on for much after that. He pulled out, ripped off his condom and held his cock in front of my face. He slapped me gently but firmly across my cheeks, and said: "Tongue out, open wide". I obeyed, and moments later he was spraying me. His sperm tasted very good, salty and sweet. Much of it got in my mouth, but my beard was covered in his cum as well. The audience loved it. We ended the show shortly after. "Wow Dan, we made so much today. Almost $800! A record for me. Thanks man!" I was spent, I did not have the energy to talk. It was a hot experience, but I also felt used. I shuffled out of the guest room and to the shower. As I stepped in, Joshua entered the bathroom and asked meekly: "May I join you?" He started to soap me up, caressed me and gently kissed me. This is a very different Joshua than the one I just had sex with. Mere moments ago he was domineering and aggressive. The guy giving me a shoulder rub in the shower right now was attentive and kind, almost the opposite. I was a little confused about who the real Joshua was, but that confusion only reinforced my attraction to him. I was smitten, putty in his hands. I was utterly enjoying this lockdown, and if that meant I had to be his slutty bottom daddy from time to time, so be it. In the following weeks Joshua and I continued our video shows, and also had sex offscreen almost daily. We both had quite the sex drive. I occasionally topped, but more often than not Joshua ended up using me, both on screen and off screen. Although I started to feel love for Joshua, for what we did lovemaking was not the right word. His dominant sexual stance was about him. He was very warm and kind otherwise, but sexually he was mostly egotistical. I never thought I'd find myself here, but I was actually enjoying it. The fact that he was only 18 and 5" shorter than me made his behavior even more exciting. Then, one afternoon I get a call. It was Phil, the gay former colleague I had to lay off recently. "Hey Phil, how are you doing?" "Not too bad, I am doing some work as a delivery driver these days. Money is not the same, but it's not too bad either." "Good, I'm glad to hear that. Are you still upset with me about the layoff? You took it pretty badly." "Well, I was disappointed, yes. I had hoped you'd look out for me, perhaps give me a heads up. But I heard you were let go as well, right?" "Yeah..." "Too bad, man. You know, you were not a completely terrible guy to work for. But you were a bit of a heartless dictator, you know that? You seemed to really be on a power trip sometimes, bossing others around." "Hmmm..." "And I wanted you to know, that is why I'm calling you actually, that I really enjoyed your live video shows that I stumbled across. I was the one that convinced you and your sex buddy to switch roles and paid that large tip. It didn't look like you had bottomed much, but hopefully taking a more submissive role in life from time to time will take your bossiness down a peg. Anyway, I recorded it and sent a copy to some of your former colleagues so they could share in the entertainment. I got a lot of comments, some appreciative and some disgusted. Just as a heads up, you may hear about it... Ok, bye Dan." I was dumbfounded. My former teammates! Who the fuck did he sent it to? The thought was so humiliating... I called Phil back, several times, but he did not respond. Joshua noticed I wasn't myself and asked: "Hey, everything alright?" "Not sure. A former colleague just called me and said he recorded our video show, and sent it to others as well." "Haha, so we're famous! They are not supposed to make recordings, but it sometimes happens anyway. I actually found videos of myself on a few sites. Doesn't matter, I think it's flattering." "I don't think he meant it as a compliment..." -- Epilogue -- We are now several months into this COVID-19 crisis, and things are still rough out there. Joshua and I have continued our arrangement: I teach him programming, and he helps out around the house. We also have continued our video shows, providing a handsome income in these uncertain times. And we have sex most days offscreen as well. When we do, Joshua is still unpredictable: sometimes attentive, sometimes all about himself. Beyond the computer programming training, I've tried to have Joshua also learn about life, by throwing some culture into our training: literature, movies, a bit of philosophy. In the beginning he balked at it, and since I'm not at all an educator in this field I wasn't sure what I was doing. But he has come to appreciate my efforts I believe. Although he's told me he has been sexually active for a few years already, I've come to see his sexual bravado as a sign of immaturity, just like my selfishness at work and in life was a sign of immaturity. But I'm afraid that being locked up with me can only give him so much life experience and opportunities to outgrow that. He will experience life more fully when he can go to college, soon I hope. Corazon, Joshua's mum, is healthy and doing a little better knowing her little boy is staying safe with me and getting an education. We see her several times each week in the park, and those visits-at-distance seem to energize Joshua. Corazon is of course blissfully unaware of her son's extracurricular activities. I have not heard anything about the video recordings Phil sent around, but I am afraid they will surface once I return to the job market. I guess I'll deal with it then. The whole experience did make me reflect on my behavior, and I suppose it has instilled some humility and empathy, more than some corporate training would accomplish. Me being goal-oriented was an excuse for me being selfish. In addition, Joshua's devil-may-care attitude about being associated with porn has rubbed off a little on me as well. Grateful is not the right word for what I am feeling, because I am still sort of pissed at Phil, but I do feel like I have grown as a person. I don't know how this all will end, but I do hope Joshua and I have a future, of some kind at least. When I referred to us as boyfriends a few days ago, he frowned and said "I don't think that describes our relationship accurately, Dan." But then, he asked today if I'd be open to living together while he attends college... *** Comments are more than welcome. This is my second story for Nifty, and I got a lot of energy from the kind and encouraging feedback on my first contribution. I would love to learn what you think of my work. My email is andrew.r.gabriel@gmail.com