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MouthyMike: need u naked

“You need patience.”

MNTopDad: u look tired

I am tired.

Not from work, though work did its part. Not from Becca ghosting me from the couch, though that’s sitting under my skin too.

I’m tired because the private window is empty.

I tell myself not to look for him.

People have lives. Even weird, sweet guys with luxury-car usernames.

I smile at the camera.

“Long day.”

BigDog469: we can make it better

“Can you?”

BigDog469: like to try

I should let the room do what it does. Let them talk me out of my sweats. Let them think they’re getting me hard when half the time it’s the token chime doing the work. Play the whole seduction game.

I stand, back up, and run a hand down my chest.

The chat jumps.

Good.

The sweats ride low, the loose hang of fabric doing half the work for me. Hand down my abs, under the waistband, and then the tokens chime.

MouthyMike: damn

MNTopDad: perfect

BigDog469: off

I look at the viewer list while pretending to read the chat.

Still no Bentley.

My mood drops another inch.

It’s stupid to miss one name in a room full of them.

I sit closer to the camera. “The sweats come off later.”

BigDog469: u know u wanna

“If you’re a good boy, Dog.”

FootGuyBob tips.

FootGuyBob: one foot?