Philip_Oyok

A collection of erotic stories written during the COVID-19 pandemic. 

"Nothing About the Internet" is a treasure trove of stories featuring couples and lovers navigating their way through the unfettered terrain brought on by the pandemic. How they strive toward adjusting their wants and desires, the erotic toil it takes on them, and how they manage to continue further with their love life.

Nothing But the Internet

Having concluded taking their bath, the two men played a game of rock-scissors to know who got which side of the bed.  TJ ended up getting the left that was closest to the door, while Mike settled for the part close to the window, which was what he preferred.


"Man, I could kill for a sleep," Mike yawned.  He wore nothing except his pair of briefs.  He and TJ had ditched their clothes inside the closet.  Their shoes stood beside their door, while their clothes lay scattered on the chairs.  


"Don't know about you, but if nothing else, I'm fucking glad we ain't stuck in that fucking airport no more," TJ remarked.


"You wonder if that crowd is still there?  Maybe we ought to go watch the news and see if the whole quarantine thing is a bust."


TJ shook his head from where he lay on the bed.  "Ain't no bust, brother.  I already confirmed that online, remember.  Whole thing is real.  The whole fucking world has gone insane 'cos of corona."


"So what you saying, T?  That we ain't gonna head on home no more?"


"Ain't what I said.  Just saying that this virus thing is some serious shit.  Ain't no way we gonna get home just on a prayer."


Mike wanted to counter his argument but quickly gave up when he couldn't think up the words.  He laid on the bed and rolled his arms under his head while staring at the ceiling.


"Wonder what Ralphie's up to right now," he mused.  "This old man's wife is a really hottie, don't you think, T?"


"Fuck yeah," TJ agreed, then rolled over on his side.  "Sure would love giving it to her sometime."


There came a knock on the door and TJ and Mike looked up as the door inched open to reveal Bernie.  


"Hi," said Bernie, "I wanted to know if you fine gentlemen would be up for some late-night type of fun."


"The sort that involves pleasurable fucking," Bernie said candidly.  This got their attention, Bernie observed.  "My wife, Darla, is right now having herself some erotic fun with your friend, Ralph.  I thought I'd come to find if you two won't mind being a part of the festivities."


Mike was the first to jump out of the bed.  "Fuck yeah, we won't mind.  You up for it, T?"


"If the old man's offering, then why say no to a good thing," TJ smiled as he swept his feet off the bed onto the floor and stood up.  "Great way to get some exercise done for the night," he added.


"Follow me, gentlemen," Bernie led them out of the room and pointed at Ralph's door, from where they could hear the unmistakable sound of sex going on.  "Have plenty of fun.  Would you gents require some alcohol?  Weed, or possibly some blow?"


"Won't need none of that, thanks," said TJ.


"Pussy's all we fucking need right now," Mike said as he and his buddy pushed past the door.  "Yo, Ralphie!  The fuck you decided to play alone for?"


Chpt. 6