Date: Sun, 7 Jan 2024 14:46:17 -0600 From: Mac Dawson Subject: Can You Give Me Covid? - chapter 2 Authors Note: Thanks for all the kind words, I love getting and responding to emails. Reach out to me at macdawson09@gmail.com I've had this idea since, well, since covid really. More to come. Don't forget to donate to nifty so we can keep enjoying these stories: https://donate.nifty.org Can You Give Me Covid? Chapter 2 Monday morning hit me faster than a shot of pissy vodka. My body ached, my head throbbed, and my muscles cried. Yep, it worked, your boy tested positive for COVID. I had officially joined the pandemic statistics, courtesy of my weekend escapades with Alex. Lying in bed in-between coughing my lungs out, I couldn't help but replay the whole weekend in my head, and let me tell you, it did not go like you probably thought it went. Alex putting my entire penis in his mouth was... yikes. I cringe just thinking about it. Don't get me wrong, it was the most incredible feeling I've felt in my entire life, so incredible that I started humping his face. You see... Alex was just as drunk as I was. I never noticed him downing his own shots of vodka that night, probably because I was just as gone. "What the fuck are you doing?!" He had shouted as he spit me out of his mouth and shot up. "I was just going to touch the tip with my tongue like you did me! I never skull-fucked you like that!" The stars in my eyes had dissipated and everything was maddeningly, soberingly clear -- I had mounted my best friends face, and used his mouth like a pussy. I plowed myself in and out, over and over, apparently not hearing his muffled cries to stop. I nearly made his face pregnant. "Oh, fuck... I-I'm- uh... fuck," I whimpered. I was speechless. Nothing I could say could make up for what I just did to him. He stumbled back a little and rubbed at his neck. "Look, it's cool, just... whatever. Let's just forget about it, ok? We're both not thinking straight," he said. I nodded back, still feeling awkward. I didn't want to say the wrong thing. Missing the test on Monday was not worth losing my best friend over. We spent the rest of that day trying to act normal, but the elephant in the room was so huge you could cut a knife through the tension. The rest of the day was us basically dodging each other's eyes and pretending to be intensely interested in literally anything else. After testing positive Monday morning, I felt an enormous weight lifted off my shoulders. I was free, and the exam can wait for another day, there's no better excuse than covid these days. But I still felt sick and wrong for what I did to Alex -- I figured he was still home sick, so I decided I had to text him. I grabbed my phone and twiddled my thumbs over the keyboard. After a couple false starts, I finally typed something that sounded half-decent. "Hey Alex, looks like I'm officially part of the COVID club now. Thanks, I guess? 😂 Also, dude, about the weekend... sorry things got weird. Didn't mean for things to go like they did. We ok?" Hitting send felt like I got the wind knocked out of me like going to confessional. I waited, staring intensely at the screen for several minutes when I felt myself hold my breath when he responded. "Kevin, my man! Welcome to the club, broski 😷 And dude, no worries about the weekend. We both got a little weird, but it's all cool. Bros before.... Weird situations, right? We can just blame the covid xD." I finally let go of my breath, letting out a deep sigh of relief. I read his message over and over. Classic Alex, never one to dwell on anything cringe, always moving forward. I shot back a thumbs-up emoji and a promise to annihilate him on Call of Duty later. I sank back into my pillow, a smile glued to my face. I realized I was probably exaggerating everything in my head. It was not nearly as bad as I remembered. I started replaying everything again in my head, and... Holy shit. Did that all seriously happen?! I seriously made out with my best friend? Accident or not, it was no accident that I swallowed his snotty spit. And did I really I let him rub his dick on my tongue? And I... had sex with his face?! My head started spinning again, feeling nauseous. I squeezed at my stomach as intense guilt started overwhelming me. Alex may be able to ignore everything, but I wasn't so sure I could keep avoiding it. We had to talk about it. Seriously. No bullshit. No beating around the bush. I just had to go over to his house, knock on his door, and let him know that his friendship was the most important thing in the world to me and I didn't want anything coming between us. If he didn't want to talk about it, fine, but he can't say in a couple years after the reality hits him during some random therapy session that I didn't try. So, decision made. I dragged my ass out of bed and got dressed. I felt like crap, sure, but this was more important. More important than the pounding in my head and the fact that my body felt like it had been steamrolled. I dug through my closet and got one of my favorite facemasks so I don't get anyone else sick. The walk to his house was a blur. Every step felt heavy. I stood in front of his front door for a good two minutes before bracing myself and raising my hand to knock, rapping steadily against the glass window in the frame. I opened my mouth to speak and quickly shut it when I realized it wasn't Alex who answered. The door swung open to reveal Skylar, Alex's little brother. "Hey, Kev," he answered. "Whats up?" "Is Alex around? I asked, my voice slightly muffled through the face mask. Skylar shakes his head, running a hand through his thick shaggy hair. "Nah. Mom took him to urgent care. He started having some bad symptoms, but they should be back soon. You wanna hang out until then?" I sighed. I was ready to just get this over with, now I have to wait even longer. I wasn't really in the mood to hang out, but I didn't have any other choice at the moment. "Yeah, sure. That'd be cool." Skylar lead me into their living room and we both plopped down on the couch next to each other. The room smelled like Alex, hard to put my finger on, a sort of musky-perfume-woodsy vibe. I guess it ran in the family -- it was radiating off of Skylar. He picked up the remote off the side-arm of the couch and started scrolling through Netflix. "What kind of stuff do you like to watch?" He asked, glancing over at me. Honestly, my head was pounding so hard I could barely think about movies. It didn't help that I was beyond nervous waiting for Alex to show up. I had no idea how he was going to react to seeing me here. At least he sounded nice over text, but maybe he was just trying to put me at ease, what if he was actually really pissed off at me? "Just put on whatever," I mumbled, trying to keep the acid in my stomach down. Skylar let out a sigh, hand dropping the remote back on the couch. "You okay, man?" "Yeah, just a headache," I said. Technically that was true. He looked at me, his eyebrows wrinkled together, then his head fell. "Same. I've got a test tomorrow that I'm not ready for," he confessed, his voice suddenly as small as he was. I didn't know what to say. "That sucks," was all I managed. Skylar gave me a weird look, then said something that threw me off. "If only I had COVID..." It took me a second to register what he said. "Wait... are you asking me to give you COVID or something?" He shifted uncomfortably next to me, avoiding my gaze. "I mean, it's just a thought," he mumbled, playing with his hair on the back of his head. "I've been failing all year with these online classes. Could use a little COVID break. Been praying since day one for a positive test." I understood the feeling. The sheer desperation in willing to make yourself sick just for a small vacation from the real world. It's been getting scary out here, I don't even like watching the news anymore. "Listen..." I started, turning to face him. "I get wanting a break from it all, but trust me, catching COVID is not the way to do it. It's just not a free pass. It's serious." I felt like such a fucking hypocrite listening to the words fall out of my mouth. He looked at me, his eyes wide and sad. "I know, I just... I'm so tired of failing, you know?" "Yea, I know," I said softly. "Why didn't you ask your brother though? He scoffed. "I don't want my gross brother's germs, he stinks," he wrinkled his face in disgust. "And he's gross," he repeated. I laughed. If only he knew. I sat there and thought about it for a few more minutes as he picked up the remote and started scrolling again, landing on something random. Pretty sure he wasn't paying attention either, because it was a horror movie. Alex's brother hates horror movies. But he knows I love them. Sigh, ok, kid, you got me... "Ok, I'll do it," I relented. Skylar's face lit up. "Really? Are you serious? You're not messing with me... right?" How could I say no to that? The glow quickly returned to his face, he looked... well, he looked adorable. Not to mention putting on a movie he knew I'd love. He was buttering me up, and I'm a sucker for flattery. "Sure, I guess, just, you know, don't tell anyone, right?" I said. He made a cross over his chest. "I swear on everyone and everything that I love." His smile was big and cheery. I could see the wheels turning in his head, deciding what to do over his looming mini covid vacation. I scooted closer to him, our hips pressed against each other. "Just, um... well... " I started, then stopped. Was I actually going to spit in my best friend's little brother's mouth? Would he even be ok with this? I'm probably on such thin ice with Alex as it is, did I really want to push my luck?... Skylar decided for me. He tilted his head back and opened wide. "Just hawk a big one right in here," he smiled wide as he pointed to his gaping mouth. I guess if Skylar was ok with this, then I should be too. It's not like anyone would ever have to find out. Technically I probably owe the universe a favor after Alex got me out of my exam. I gathered every ounce of spit, mucous, and snot in my mouth, throat, and sinuses. I could feel everything gathering together, forming this big squishy ball of goo on my tongue. I leaned forward and shot it directly in the boy's mouth, but missed a little, some got on his chin. "Shit..." I said, and without thinking -- seriously, I don't know what I was thinking -- I leaned forward and licked it off his chin, thinking I was doing him a favor. "No, wait!" He shouted, and dashed forward, sucking the glob of spit directly off my tongue, damn near giving my tongue a blowjob. He sucked, and sucked, until my tongue was so dry it started to hurt. "Ow, stop!" I pulled back, gently pulling my tongue back in my mouth. "Sorry..." he whimpered. He watched as I swallowed, trying to return the moisture back to my tongue. "Um..." he said, impatiently. "What?" I asked, slightly annoyed by now. "Did... did you get more spit ready?" I couldn't believe it. After all that -- he wanted more?! What did he think I was, his own personal covid waterfall?? "I mean, it would really be a waste if you didn't make absolutely sure I contracted it, you know?" He explained. Well... I mean, he had a point. No use in doing all this shit if it didn't fulfill it's purpose. "Guess your right..." I said. And before I knew it, he climbed up on top of my lap, facing me. "What the hell?!" I asked, stunned. I had to grab his hips to make sure he didn't fall off. My best friend's little brother was similar in age to use, but he was still smaller. "It was just a lot easier when I could suck it off your tongue. That way you want make another mess," he said. He started to lean forward, so close to my face I could taste his breath. Reminded me of Alex. "Um, yea, I guess so," I said. And before I knew it, Skylar pressed his lips against mine, immediately prodding at my mouth with his tongue. I opened my lips, and felt his own wetness invade mine, mixing our saliva together as I felt his tongue against mine, trying to suck it out of my mouth. I giggled a little and decided to help him out. I stuck my tongue deeper into his mouth, feeling the fine grooves of his teeth, and what felt like bits of scrambled eggs in between them. Someones gotta teach him how to brush better. He sucked on my tongue like his life dependent on it, nearly moaning inside of my mouth. I felt his steaming morning breath and spit run down my throat as I'm sure he felt the same from me. We were basically... yea... we were definitely making out by now. It was just easier to transfer saliva that way. He sucked on my tongue, and instinctively, I'd start sucking on his, back and forth, we were taking turns, pausing occasionally to swallow or lick our lips. He got a little huffy once when I took too long to catch my breath, and I couldn't help but laugh. It was cute. "Awwe, what's wrong, do you love my mouth that much? Can't go even a few seconds without some Kevin spit?" I joked. He blushed. "Whatever dude, just hurry... kiss me some more, please!" He said. Then he cleared his throat, "I mean, not kiss really, I just want some covid. I don't wanna mess this up," he explained. Something about the way his hair fell over his eyebrows. How red and puffy his mouth was from the heavy make-out session. Just the idea that I was trading spit with my best friend's little brother... it started to get me going, I wont lie. I felt aroused. I tried to do my best to ignore it, but might have got a little carried away. Hey, I'm human! I giggled as I grabbed the back of his head. "You asked for it," I warned, and pressed his face against mine, feeling his now puffy lips back on mine. He moaned as we gave each other a couple soft, wet closed kisses, then he started turning the heat back up. His tongue traced my lips softly, trying to edge himself inside slowly this time, almost like he was... savoring it? I pulled him even closer, basically invading his mouth, feeling myself lick the back of his throat, as he did to me. He was moaning so loud he was practically squealing. Instinctively my hands had found their way from his hips to his pajama-pants covered ass. I could feel him slowly starting to rock into my pelvis, humping lightly, as I squeezed his soft bubble-butt. What the hell was I doing? COVID was apparently messing with my head, my impulses were off, but I was too sick feeling to do anything about it. I just kept going along. All I was doing as far as anyone was concerned was helping out my friend's brother. He pulled off my mouth and leaned back to catch his breath. He stared deep into me, huffing, trying to steady his breathing. "Are you... ok... with all this?" He asked, my spit dripping down his chin and onto his T-Shirt. "Yea, sure... You deserve a COVID break just like I did," I said. He smiled, and leaned in to kiss me some more. I couldn't help it, I got really into it. I moved away from his mouth and started kissing down his neck, licking at his salty sweat before sucking on his skin, leaving a deep purple hickey. "What- what are you doing? I can't get covid that way," he whimpered. "You're right," I pulled off. "I know an even better way to get COVID..." I said, remembering the weekend with Alex, smirking deviously at his little brother sitting on my lap.