Date: Mon, 23 Sep 2019 22:57:32 +0000 (UTC)
From: ozorli65@aol.com
Subject: The "S" Man (5)

This is coming back to a story I never really finished. So I have decided
to come back to it.

This is a fictional tale of the hottest man on one of those cam sites.
From rhe first time I saw him, I was in instant lust.
But after some chats with him, I found he was a really nuce guy. But I
still want him. If I could marry him, I would.

This tale of fiction is a "What If" I did hook up with this God like
creature.

Enjoy. I know I will.....


The "S" Man
(Part 5)


.... My time with "S" had come to a close. And rather than tell me he
wanted to be with me, he told me to have a nice trip home. I mean I knew
I had come there for fun. And I knew there was no promise of anything
more than that. It was not what happened with me. I fell for him. My "S",
my Scott (his real name).
"I will call you" he said to me

It made me feel better, for a bit. But I feared instantly that my time
with Scott was just sex for him. Even though I believed it when he told
me he loved me.

"Okay baby" I said.
"Promise?"

He nodded as he hugged me. Then I was in a plane headed back home. I
waited for his call. And when I didn't get it after I landed, I called
him. Getting nothing more than a voice mail.

"I am not here." It said
"You know the drill"

So I did leave a message. And after no call back after a few hours. I
called again, leaving another message.
And over the next few days I tried to call Scott over and over. And still
no return call. And it was then I decided that he had had his fun. He
used me for sex and then wanted nothing to do with me.
So I was saddened as I really had fallen for him. My mr "S".

"Sucks." I huffed
"I thought he liked me"

I became depressed as I did like him. I mean alot. I feared that I had
fallen deep with him. And now as he had left me and forgotten me so
quickly after having fun with me.
Anger, sadness and all the emotions in between filled me each and every
day. 'I really thought he liked me' I kept saying to myself. Then after a
few teary nights to aleep, I told myself that these feelings were stupid
and foolish.

"Should have realized he didn't really care" I huffed
"I mean he ia simply gorgeous"
"And I am just plain old me"

I then decided that my silly almost school girl like infatuation with him
was stupid as well. Like the silly dorky girl thinking she could get the
jock of jocks at school.
"What a silly fool I was" I finally said

It took some months actually to move on from Scott. But I did. Or at
least I thought I did. As for a while after I thought I hated him. Then
deleteing his number from my phone. Deleting his stuff from my computer.
He saved messages and images he had sent me. I even deleted his profile
from the sight I met him on. And yhe final closure of Mr 'S' was closing
out my chat account entirely.

"Fucking asshole" I said wirh a grumble
"You fucking used me"
"Broke my heart and used me"

And I tried to move on. But I decided not to date or even think of anyone
for even sex. I was still feeling way to vulnerable.
And as the pain began to subside, thats when I recieved an email from
him. At least I later found it was him.
I was looking at email one day. Just going through it as lately I hadn't
checked it much. Found now need for it. I saw the email in the spam
folder so I was almost sure it was just junk. And from someone named
Scott. And since I had all but forgotten my guys real name I didn't even
open it. And there were several over a few months time.
But I just kept deleting the 'spam' in there as just what I assumed it
was. Spam.

"Too much spam mail from this source" I said

Then after near a month of cleaning out the spam folder with all these
emails, they stopped. Sort of.
I then saw one from this source again. The title said 'its me 'S'. My
eyes locked onto that title. This 'spam' mail that was in the hunk
folder. I gasped as I just realised the name and the Scott email address
were linked to him.

"Out Myy God!" I shouted
"Can it be"

So I opened the email. Against everything I thought about junk mail, I
opened it. And then I read it. It was Scott. My hunky S'. He was sending
me a message. I felt my heart begin to beat harder. It was Scott. But why
now? Why wait so long to do so? And why not just call me?
I began to think this was a joke. That someone had broken into my emails
and was sending me some shit mail. Just to lure me into something bad.
But I sat there and read the message

"Hey baby" it started
"Its me Scott. 'S'"
"I have been trying to find you for months"
"Please answer"
"What happened. Are you okay?"
"Please answer if you are still there"

I read his message several times. Looking atvthe words. Trying to figure
why, and what was he doing on a diffrent email address. I didn't remember
his old one because I deleted it. But I was sure this one was not it. But
I had finished the message

"Phone stolen. Please call me at my knew #" it had continued.
Before ending with "I miss you. And i love you".

Again I gasped at the ending to his message. Then I looked back at the
piece where his phone was stolen. I stared at it intently. Was this why
he deopped off so abruptly?. Why he didn't answer me? I just didn't know.
All I knew was all those old feelings began to rush back in.

"Out God, Scott" I huffed
"Is it really you"

It took me several days to actually do something about it. And with the
date on the email itself. That was near 2 weeks time before I finally
broke down and dialed the new number he had given me. I was filled with
emmence trepidation. Not believing it, then thinking about it. Over and
over again I tossed the thoughts of this message around in my head. But I
finally dialed the number. Ready to quickly hang up if it was some ruze
by some asshole.

"Fuck. Breath" I said to myself
"Its probably not him"
"Just some joker"

The phone rang several times. No answer. Then after a 6th ring, it went
to a voice mail box. And I sat there listening to the message left for
callers.

"Hey its me Scott" came the voice
"Please leave a message and I will get back to you"

 My mouth fell agape at the sounds of his voice. It was him. It was my
'S'. I did hamg up the phone as a flood of emotion hit me.
Then I started to cry.........

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