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Cameron and I refused to let a simple pandemic interfere with our sex lives. That didn't mean (in)appropriate precautions were taken each time I sent a video call to the Great Dane's webcam. Or he sent one to mine.

I squealed with delight at the sight of him onscreen, stripping down from his indoor pajamas and revealing that delectable, curved and leaking manhood of his. The same one that had--on countless nights before the pandemic--pleasured my inner walls as I lay beneath the hunk of a canine.

"You like that, Nick?" he purred coyly. "You like the sight of my Dane cock?"

"MmmHmm!" I nodded and continuously stroked my own cock in plain view of my laptop's webcam, having to lean back in my desk chair in order to give him a full picture. "Oh God, Cam...I wanna taste that so much!"

"Why not come over then?" Cameron smirked, wagging his tail behind him, partly obscured by those hefty balls and member. "I could leave the door open, you waltz in and walk on all fours to the bed...no, crawling like a good boi...and find me on said bed, waiting for you to lick every inch of my body before I fuck you into the mattress."

A soft, needy whine escaped the back of my throat.

"Sounds divine," I panted, then solemnly shook my muzzle, "but you know we can't."

Per what the Center for Disease Control and the World Health Organization told everyone, every healthy fur needed to protect themselves from the new virus that'd been spreading across the globe. Coronavirus, they called it, or Covid-19. It didn't fully stick to the attention of everyone on Earth until several weeks ago when the first cases started popping up in North America and Europe. Now with a declining economy, panicked shopping (seriously, leave some toilet paper for others please) and dozens of cases popping up every week, everyone needed to be extremely cautious about not getting sick.

As advised, I washed my paws regularly whenever I went outside of my home, soughed into either a tissue or my arm if need be, and socially distanced myself from crowds. The latter was more difficult since I worked in retail, but it didn't seem to deter me much. I still hung out with friends, went to meet ups, planned sexual hook ups with my friends-with-benefits out there, one of whom was Cameron.

Then some idiot coworker got sick and waited two days before telling management.

Safe to say, I was one of those furs possibly infected, but I hadn't noticed any symptoms in the past week. Even so, my supervisors informed me they wouldn't let me get back to work for an additional couple of weeks to be safe. If there was any good news in this whole fiasco, it meant I was given paid leave and a much-needed vacation.

Unfortunately, I was limited to my small apartment for said vacation. No visitors, very little time outside and 'absolutely no risky sexual encounters of any kind', according to the company doctor. So now...

"What do you want me to do next?"

I slowly smirked. "Remember how much I love getting knotted?"

"Yeah?" he chuckled, then lit up in realization. "Ohohohoho!"

Grinning from ear to perked ear, I hopped off my bed and rummaged through the contents of a hidden box I kept underneath, pulling out another box about a foot in length. I could feel my own tail wag with glee when I opened the box to reveal...

"The Anal Adonis: Wolf Knot Edition..." Cameron breathed onscreen. "How did--"

"Thank God not all the online stores prioritize food shipping, Cam!" I giggled, presenting the length and how thick the knot was by placing it right in front of the camera. "I've been wanting to try this big baby all month, but with the virus shit going on, I didn't have the time or energy to focus. Now that I'm in quarantine though..."

The expression he and I exchanged just so happened to be the same one we both wore when I first asked the Great Dane if he wanted to do me in my parents' hot tub, back during our high school years.

That was a fun way to lose our virginities.

After spending countless minutes licking and salivating all over the wolfish length of rubber placed on my desk, I grabbed my bottle of lube, making a show for the horny dog as I inserted a finger or two in my semi-prepared hole. The deep purrs and rasping moans that echoed from the screen made me very glad my neighbors didn't have jobs that forced them to stay at home...yet. Meaning Cameron and I could be as loud as we wanted to for the next few hours.

Finally, I leaned back once more in my chair and positioned the rubbery tip to my entrance hole. In full view for the Great Dane I loved as a friend and a fuckbuddy.

"Mmmm," I licked my lips, "you ready, Cam?"

"So long as, mfh..." he continued stroking slower on his end, "you are?"

Breathing in and out. In and out. Like a gentle breeze and a greased piston. I gripped the base of the dildo and gently allowed this wolf cock to spread me wider. Cameron's stroking grew more audible and harsher, to the point I felt obligated to keep up. However, slow and steady always won the race, and I wanted this to go on forever.

One old fuckbuddy I had was this hung canine in my third year of college. A little chubby on the side, but his cock made an excellent knot to bounce on in his basement cellar, away from his roommates and the outside world. I imagined Covid-19 didn't exist, that the moans emanating from my screen were vibrating next to my shivering ears, and that this cock belonged to him. I also imagined that--somehow--Cameron was the one here, knotting me. Kissing me. Holding me. Letting me bask in a mutual afterglow without reality crashing down around us.

I missed being touched so much.

Hopefully, that would change in the future. We just needed to remain cautious and positive. Also, to avoid any sense of boredom, outrageously horny.