It’s 2 am and I’m drowning myself in a bottle of tequila. It stopped burning down my throat hours ago, not too long after Zoe left. Fuck, Zoe! I can’t even think about her without taking another swig of the bottle in my hand. But when I bring it to my lips, I find that it’s empty, just a few drops left. Well, shit! Soooo, the tequila’s gone. Time to start on the vodka. I stand and try to walk to the bar that we’ve got set up on the other side of the room. Unfortunately, I stumble, banging my shin on the coffee table. Fucking hell that hurt! Who moved the coffee table there? I let out a yowl of pain and fall forward, barely managing to catch myself on the couch arm as the door opens. I hear deep giggling and someone saying “Shh! Shhh!” I turn my head to the side, but my vision swims and it takes me a second to make sense of what I’m seeing. “Cole? Dude, what are you doing standing there in the dark?” It’s only after he speaks that my vision settles and I see my r

It’s the beginning of March and Kent has been pulling more and more hours at work. He works at this place called Zoom, a company that he began working at about a year ago. It’s some kind of video telecommunications company that makes has been used a lot in the business sector. It’s like Skype used to be, but it’s a lot clearer and easier to connect. Kent’s pulling more hours because China has been under quarantine because of some really bad virus. People over there have been getting really worried about it, saying that it’s going to another pandemic, like SARS and the Zika virus. Kent is kind of worried about it as well, but I mean, how much did our lives change from SARS and the Zika virus? So I wasn’t supposed to travel specific places. Meh. None of these padnemics have ever bothered me before or changed anything that I’ve ever had to do before. Yeah, it’s playing in the back of my mind, especially with my roommate’s job, but I’m not super worried about it. Maybe…I don’t

It has been a LOOOONG several months. The company I work for, Zoom, has been making a lot of changes since COVID started at the company. We are now a household name, used in nearly every business. The sudden expansion has made my other programmers and I have to work overtime, adding features that are needed to keep things moving smoothly in business meetings, doctor’s appointment, and therapy sessions. But none of that comes cheap. So many hours are put into making sure that one new feature is added appropriately. To troubleshoot any issues. And do you know how much money we sank into bandwidth and memory storage? It’s insane. I was promoted, not to long before COVID began, to section manager. We’re in charge of developing new tools for the program. Due to the increased traffic and usage of the site, along with all the different types of applications it was being used for, we had a lot of different things in the works. I mean, a kindergarten teacher is going to need very

The feeling of Kent’s hot, wet mouth around my cock is so fucking good. That, combined with the fapping I did before has me close to the edge in no time flat. Kent is also deep-throating me like a mother fucker, the sound of him gagging on my cock pushing me further and further toward cumming. “I’m gonna cum if you keep that up,” I mutter, hoarsely. He pulls back off of my cock and looks up at me. Tears are streaming down his face from how far he’s pushed himself on my cock. Slobber covers his chin. And desire fills his eyes. He’s never looked sexier. In a voice hoarse from pushing my cock so far down his throat, he says, “Give it to me. I want to taste you.” “Fuck!” I whisper. He gives me one last cocky grin before licking up my cock, from base to head. He maintains eye contact the whole time and my cock throbs against his mouth. “Kent…” I whisper. The desire in his eyes turns almost molten and he takes me into his mouth as deep as he can go. He sucks hard enoug

August… “You can’t be serious! This has got to be some kind of horrible fucking joke!” I’m nearly screaming into the phone as I talk with Jeff Carpenter, the general manager of the Hayes Mansion. “Do you know how much of my life I’ve given to that fucking place? You can’t do this to me, Jeff!” “Look, Cole. It’s not like I want to do this, but the big wigs at Hilton have made themselves clear. COVID has hit hard. No one is coming to luxury hotels and we have to cut the departments that are making less than 50% profit. I’ve been trying to keep you on, but you’ve been below 30% profitability for three months now. I can’t keep you or your people on. I’m sorry, but it’s out of my hands,” Jeff says. “If it’s any consolation, I won’t take anyone but you when we get this up and running. You’ll have a job to come back to.” That does mollify me a bit, but not much. “I appreciate that, Jeff, but what do I do until then? No one knows when this shit is going to end. How am I su