All By His Lonesome
By Gavin Atlas
Scott flexed the fingers of his right hand in frustration; he needed s*x to distract him from the bad news. Two jobs lost in a week? This year can just bite me.
He read the email again, aware of an odd sense of relief in his stomach. This wasn’t unexpected. The department store hadn’t put him on the schedule for nearly a month, and the gym had been closed for almost as long. At least, he wouldn’t have to risk going out in the midst of the pandemic with his crummy immune system. Then tension slowly crept up his hands and arms. No money coming in…and no one to talk to.
Scott huffed. His master, Nate, couldn’t have chosen a worse possible time to dump him, could he? He shook himself. Hey, cheer up, you.
If he wanted s*x, he’d need to jerk off. Again. He
