the front door. That was what Billy was talking about, and that was what Ian didn’t want to be reminded of.

Ian found himself in reality again, standing on his balcony and lighting yet another cigarette. He wasn’t sure if he wasn’t upset that the incident had happened or that they hadn’t been able to finish. It seems like ever since that night, Ian had to fight to keep it off his mind. He felt as though he had an unfinished erection that he just couldn’t get to go away.

He took a long drag of the cigarette and then flicked it in the air. He watched the red cherry somersault through time and then spritz when it hit the water in the pool. He laughed, shook his head and rubbed his crotch. Yup, there it was…the hard on that wouldn’t go away. He spread his legs apart a little and rubbed the cloth of his boxers that was tenting out somewhat.

“Shit”, he said.

Then he saw something. Startled he looked up and around. It took a moment but then he noticed the figure on the balcony on the other side of the gate. He was standing there in front of the opened doors, alone this time. The light in the room behind him and been flicked on. That’s what had gotten Ian’s attention.

Ian froze, legs spread apart, right hand wrapped around his dick and knew the stranger could see him perfectly in the moonlight, as Ian could see the stranger perfectly on his own balcony.

The stranger, too, was smoking a cigarette. He took a puff and flicked it over the railing into the shrubbery below and exhaled. He walked deliberately and slowly to the balcony. Ian could feel the stranger’s eyes focusing on him. He didn’t know what to do.

The stranger stood for a moment at the railing and the looked down at himself. He was wearing a silky robe that shined from the backlighting of what appeared to be his bedroom. The stranger raised his head up to stare at Ian again as he untied the robe and shouldered it off himself. The robe fell to the stranger’s feet and he stood there in the light of his bedroom, wearing only tight white jockey shorts…like the ones Billy was wearing…that night.

Ian’s mouth dropped open, but he dared not move. He was terrified but that damned hard on of his began to leak precum through the blue fabric of his boxers. He could feel it trickle down one of the fingers wrapped around it.

He watched as the stranger slowly positioned himself to mock Ian’s stance. The stranger spread his legs apart so his feet were directly under each shoulder. His left hand began to play with one his nipples peeking out of a tuft of blonde fur, and his right hand slid from his belly to his crotch and began to rub what Ian could only imagine was a hard on through the white cotton.

Ian stepped to the edge of his balcony, mesmerized by what the stranger was doing. Their eyes seem to lock into each other’s even though they were at such a distance they could only imagine the color. The stranger’s left hand slipped from his nipple, down his belly and disappeared behind the band of his underwear. Ian