Lately, I’ve been wondering whether I’ve fallen into some form of depression and tried to search within me for the reality or fiction of that. Res...arch led me to understand the methods to avoid it; exercise, structured time, making contact with people and taking time in the sunlight, all of which sounds like a lot of effort. So I wrote a story instead as a sequel to Conversations 18 (Love in the Time of The Plague).So enjoy. Or not. Although if you don’t – seek medical advice, you might have. This time, I wanted it so badly.I stroked their cocks in unison and was desperate to suck on them. But which one would I suck on first? I had always treated them the same. James was the eldest I reasoned and so I moved to lean over his body. I was shaking with anticipation and I almost climaxed when my mouth engulfed him. I could feel Tom’s cock harden in my hand and I could feel his fingers probe my wetness. I moved a little more to give him access and his fingers sunk into me. I nearly sobbed. Sandeep was a well-built gym body. All four continued drinking at our table and boozed till midnight. Pavni and Sandeep were modern and open-minded people.They became closer quickly. Sandeep and Pavni were working for an IT company in Bangalore. Sandeep was from UP, and Pavni was from Delhi. They have been in a live-in relationship for the past 2 years.During our 3 hours of sitting together, Pavni took me to the dance floor and danced with me. She giggled and put her hand around my neck. I. “But what if...well, we were entertained too, right?” The helper was grinning now. “You mean?”“Yeah, one last fuck, man. Help me get his pants off.”When Mark was naked and fast asleep, the gardener unzipped his pants, gently opened Mark's mouth and put his dick in. He fucked him gently at first then harder as Mark did not wake up. He fucked his mouth for a good five minutes before pulling out deciding to save his load for his ass. The helper did the same thing, moaning as he fucked into.