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Bored. So fucking, goddamn bored. Fucking virus. Can’t go anywhere, can’t see anyone, can’t do any fucking thing except sit on my ass and watch TV. Well, that and watch internet porn and jerk off, but after doing that twice earlier – utilizing paper towels to conserve my precious supply of TP – that urge is non-existent.Not that I didn’t try, but waggling a limp, worn-out dick around loses its appeal pretty quickly… not that it had much appeal to begin with. I consider eating again but if I keep doing that, with all this forced isolation and inactivity I won’t even be able to see my dick pretty soon.Not that it matters. We’re probably all going to die anyway. Fuck! Where did that come from?When my cell rings, I grab it without looking; yanking around a telemarketer might provide a few minutes amusement, but no, it’s Jenny. Not that I mind talking to Jenny, but I’d rather be about seven inches inside of her and rolling around sweating and moaning than staying far apart and talking on the phone.“Hey Greg, whassup?”“Not me, I assure you.”She laughs. “You? You’re perpetually horny. All the bad news got you down?”“That, and I was so bored I off-loaded a couple of times already. Internet porn…”“Oh. Bummer – I mean me too, several times, reading stories on Lush, but I’m always up for more while you poor weak, handicapped men…”“Hey! If you’re trying to cheer me up, you’re truly lousy at it.” Jenny is my fuck buddy, a great friend and frequent sex partner rather than love interest – other than the fact that we discovered that we both love sex. The most uninhibitedly sexual istanbul travesti person I’ve met, Jenny is nearly insatiable, but she knows that I can usually keep up with her and sometimes even wear her out, something I enjoy doing.She laughs again. “I know. I’m bored too; should I come over?”“You can’t, not now. We’re supposed to stay away from others – fuck, they’re busting people they catch out on non-essential errands.”“I’ll just say I need to get laid. If that isn’t essential, what is?”“Funny girl.” It’s tempting, but… “I’d love it, but you better not. I mean, I’m not sick, but we’d be exposed – and not just to each other, to everyone we’ve seen lately.”“Damn; I’m horny.” That’s like saying the sun sets in the west, but I don’t comment; she goes on, “Do you have a fever or anything?”“Not that I’m aware of.”“Me either.”“I don’t own a thermometer, though. I guess if you were here you could feel my forehead.”“A rectal temperature would be more accurate.”“You have a rectal thermometer?”“No, idiot, that’s a joke. If I can take your temperature by feeling your forehead I could do the same thing by sticking my finger up your ass. Plus, I know how much you like that.”“Oh. You’re quite the comedian. You have a point, though.”“About your ass and my finger?”“Well, yeah, that too.”“So I should come over?”“Probably not a good idea… and even if you do, we’ll have to stay several feet apart, so what’s the point?”“We could talk.”“We’re talking now, right?”“Greg, come on! I’m so bored. Is your apartment clean – I mean, you know, Corona-clean?”“This travesti istanbul place has been Lysoled, Clorox-wiped, sanitized and cleaned like crazy; word’s out, so no virus or bacteria will come within a mile of it. It’s never been cleaner. Still, why take the chance?”“I just need some company…”She sounds sad. Sad, lonely, and a little scared, to be honest, as much as bored. In other words, she sounds like I feel. I hurt for her.“Jen, you know us. If you come over we’ll end up fucking, and although I’m phenomenally well-endowed I can’t do that from six feet away.”“Are you sure you don’t have a fever? You’re starting to sound a little delusional.”I laugh. “Thanks. You’re so good for my ego.” The idea of sex with Jenny is providing some of the sparks that porn had failed to, and I feel myself hardening at the prospect. “How about phone sex?”“Well… that has potential, but it’s kind of pointless, isn’t it? I mean, we’re still alone.”“I get that, Jen, but…”“How about this? You’ve got the sofa on one side of the room, so just push your recliner to the other. That’s what, maybe eight feet? You take one, I’ll take the other, and we can watch each other while we, uhh… play.”“You want to have a mutual jerk-off session while we watch each other? That’s new.”“Desperate times call for desperate measures… so, whaddya say?”“I say… fuck, why not?”“Try not to let your enthusiasm run amok.” Her sarcasm is palpable; she’s very good at that.“Jen, babe, I’m hard as a fucking rock just thinking about it.”“Really?”“Yes; and that’s after jerking off twice already this istanbul travestileri morning.”“Very cool… my panties would be soaked if I was wearing any.”I groan. “Damn, girl! Get that wet, horny little pussy over here!”“Give me thirty minutes.”“You live five minutes away…”“I need to get a few things together. See ya soon!”My apartment is spotless, scrubbed down like I told her, but I look around and make sure I haven’t left any cum-soaked paper towels anywhere. The thought of watching Jen masturbate – and her watching me – keeps me semi-hard while I wait, and (not that I’m watching the clock) she makes it in a mere twenty-three minutes. I left the door unlocked so she lets herself in.She looks great, brown hair shining and nipples gloriously erect in her cornflower t-shirt; she’s quite busty and rarely goes braless, but she clearly should! Her short skirt reminds me that she’d said she was commando – and wet. Can’t wait to see!We stop several feet apart. “Hey…”“Hey yourself, Jen. You look hot; love the no-bra effect.”She smiles. “Thanks. The girls needed to get out too, so I set them free. No panties either…”“You should go like that more often.”She nods toward my groin. “If you’ll go out in those little knit pants so that everyone can watch the pendulum swing, I will. Love that bulge, Greg.”“Thanks, it’s a little semi; been thinking about you.”“I’ve been thinking about you too. Missing you. Sure wish I could have a hug.”“I know, babe.” She looks like she sounded, scared and lonely. “Me too. You scared?”“Yes.”“Me too.”“Fuck this horseshit, huh?”“Absolutely.” I nod toward a small tapestry bag she’s carrying. “What’s in the bag?”“The stuff that I had to get together before I could come over.”“Oh. Well, that clears that up.”“Okay, I’ll show you – but don’t laugh or freak or anything!”“I’ll try.” I notice she’s blushing!

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