It had been seven months since I had seen any one else in person. Sure, I had Zoom meetings for work, and my family and friends all kept in touch via virtual meetings and get togethers. However, that's just not the same.
Seven. Fucking. Months.
I was going stir crazy. No matter how many times you beat your meat, after a while a man craves human touch. A warm mouth, a tight hole, and all of the things that come with having another living, breathing person in bed with you.
At this point I would even settle for just companionship. If you knew me at all you'd be laughing as hard as I am at that thought. The thought of settling for companionship is absurd given that before the Pandemic hit I played the field in every way possible.
I enjoyed different men and women. Sure, I'm bisexual and I'm not very particular about who ends up in bed with me. Am I a man whore? Probably. Do I care? No!
Settling for companionship.
I guess that's why I jumped at the chance when my brother, David, called earlier this week and asked if I wanted to get together. I had quickly agreed to have him and my nephew, Preston, come over for a guy's night. Beer, pizza, a couple of movies. And some in-person interaction.
It wouldn't be sex, but at least it is something.
The day had finally came. All during my meetings for work -- virtual of course -- I'd been a little happier than usual knowing a change to the monotony of our lockdown lives was coming that night.
I had a fridge full of beer and as soon as the last meeting was over I ordered three large meat lovers pizzas to be delivered. David and Preston would be over soon. David got off from work about the same time I did.
Thirty minutes later the pizzas were delivered and I put them in the oven to stay warm.
"Uncle Jason!" I heard my nephew's voice when he barreled through my kitchen door.
"Hey buddy!" I grabbed him in a huge bear hug and felt the first human contact I'd had in seven months.
Seven fucking months.
"It's good to see you, Uncle Jason." Preston said into my chest. Even at nineteen years old I was still taller than him. His head tucked perfectly up under my chin as we embraced. I felt the need in his own body.
I also felt something else.
Fuck! Not now. I can't get hard with my own nephew pressed against me. But it felt so damn good to feel another person.
"You two need a room?" My older brother, David, chuckled when he closed the kitchen door behind him.
"Shut up, Dad. I haven't seen Uncle Jason in forever." Preston said as he pulled away. We both felt a little reluctance as the void grew.
"Come here you big old bear." David said grabbing me in a big hug as well. That was unusual. I am definitely the touchy-feely kind of guy, but David is most certainly not.
I love my big brother, but we could not be more different. We're both forty-five years old. Irish twins. We're both tall with dark hair. His is jet black where mine is more brown. We're both muscular, but for different reasons. That's about all the similarities there are.
He gets his muscular bulk strictly from gym workouts. I get mine from working out, but also from work. I have always loved manual labor and when I realized I wasn't cut out to go the college route after high school I went into construction. Now my company is about to have the best year we've ever had, and my bottom line is a lot healthier than I'd have ever imagined.
David is definitely a metrosexual kind of guy. Takes very good care of himself, and his appearance. I often tease him about his pretty boy looks, but he takes it all in good stride. Besides, he can give it just as good. Brothers will always give each other shit.
Preston is quickly following in David's footsteps.
During high school David chose to lift weights while I played sports. Football, basketball, soccer, and chasing tail was my thing. David spent his afternoons in the gym working on his body. He had a few girlfriends, but as far as I knew it was nothing like what I had.
Now, here he was trying to crush me under that pretty boy strength.
"Now who needs a room?" Preston laughed as he made his way to the oven. Teenage boys can sniff out two things quicker than anyone: Food and Sex.
"Something smells good." David said turning to the counter.
"Beer is in the fridge. I'll grab the pizzas out of the oven. Did you bring the movies?"
"We sure did. Guy's night!" Preston hooped and pumped his fist.
"Long overdue." David said opening the fridge and pulling out three long necks. He turned to Preston and gave a stern paternal look as he slid one of the bottles to his son. "Do not tell your mother about this."
"Really?" Preston's eyes widened. It was cute to watch.
"How is Tami?" I asked.
"Work has been hard on her, but still pretty good. She's working tonight. That's how we got away." David answered opening his own beer. His wife was an ICU nurse and the pandemic had been hard on everyone, but nothing compared to the medical community.
We spent the next two hours filling up on way too much pizza, even more beer, and watched the first movie. It was good, but nothing I'd need to see again. Besides this was really more about time with the guys.
Preston started the second movie while I brought us all another round of beer.
