I was sure that when I last closed my eyes that I would not be waking up again. And, if I did wake up, I figured on it being Purgatory or Hell. I’m ...not sure either would be any worse than my actual experience.I was dying of complications from COVID-19 thanks to the Corona-virus. No one here knows anything about it (go figure). Hell, no one here knows about SARS, the Ebola epidemic in Africa, or a myriad of things I was very familiar with. Maybe this is a dream as I die, but whatever it is, I. "Amen to that!" laughed Robert, thinking of his $ 800,000 luxury Condo. They walked in the gate and got some snacks, which they joked were almost too expensive even for them. Robert got his traditional Frosted Malt that was so hard that he always bought at the start so that it would be soft enough at half time to eat. Eric bought a program and they went to their seats. They grinned at each other as excited as kids at a pool party. They would sure have a great view of the cheerleaders from. By the time he noticed her, it was too late and with blinding speed, the Mistress Captain Spanker had grabbed him by the arm, took down his skivvies, sat on a chair and had him across her lap and began pounding away with her wicked paddle making his butt red hot. Normally, it would have been impossible to get away from a Mistress Captain Spanker, but his magically enhanced fortitude and will overcame hers and he managed to scramble off her lap after about a flurry of 45 smacks. He pulled up. To kinda let them off the hook, I admitted to them that I’d been watching them from out in the hall for a few minutes. Then I said, “I’d love a good blowjob myself.” They were both relived that I was okay with what they were doing and Wyatt was quick to offer, “I’ve never sucked anyone but Zack; but I’ll suck your cock for you.” Grabbing the elastic waist band I pulled them down and took off my shorts. My cock still half hard and my balls aching to cum. I laid down on the bed with my head on.