Unrequited Love Pt 4

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Warning: Adult Content

"...you're looking better than a body
has the right to
And shaking me up so
That all I really know
Is here you come again
And here I go"

They lock eyes but for a moment. Suddenly a hand with a drink is presented to the man by the entrance belonging to a very amorous gentleman, whom he greets back with a hug and proceeds to flirt with. The sight of him laughing in delight and interacting lovingly with this intruder was enough to jog our third person back to his senses, and back at the bar where he's been day dreaming the whole time. But the "new comer" was very real, and was leading the object of his affections away to the upper level of the club. Annoyed, the third person asks for another shot. The bartender obliges, and gives him a double, but then decides that the drink will only further his misery. So he declines, pays his tab, and makes his way towards the coat check line.

The club shares a wall with a line of condo apartments. Our fourth lives right behind that shared wall, and his cries for silence falls short. Banging on the wall doesn't help, for it is merely drowned out by the music and vibrations already caused by the club itself. Defeated, he lies back down and thinks of how lousy the evening has been. Earlier he joined some friends at a local jazz lounge where he had to endure listening to a scorned lover sing about him. That song was about him, he's certain of this. And now the guilt is keeping him up, along with the aforementioned nuisance.

He grabs his pillow and blanket and walks across the hall to the computer room. He can close the door and the sound would be muted. He throws his accouterments onto the day bed and walks over to his computer. He turns it on and searches the web for something to read that will lull him back to sleep. A message pops up, asking him to cam. He looks at the screen name, and no sooner has he done so did he feel a familiar tightening in his boxers. He goes and closes up the blinds before rushing back to his seat. He accepts the invitation and a screen pops up. This isn't the first time they've done this. An occasional cyber-lover, who's presence is always a welcomed distraction. He never sees his face, which adds to his allure. Completely nude, the camera runs up and down his body showcasing every hard and supple parts. Hands roaming around, gently caressing and groping maliciously. Music is emminating from the other side of the screen, his guest is playing a song for them.



Our fourth reaches for the hardness between his legs and begins to gently stroke it in rhythm. He smiles as he cajoles the other to do the same. Aiming to please, the man follows suit. For a moment there's no lack of sleep, no noisy wall, and no guilt.

"When moonlight crawls along the street
Chasing away the summer heat
Footsteps outside somewhere below
The world revolves I let it go..."