The Ghost You Create
The elevator opened on the seventh floor, and Ethan Jones stepped off and walked down the long hallway. He could feel the wind in his long, kinky curls. With each step he took, his hair bounced, and his hips swayed just a little. A walk of power and confidence was always how he moved. The sound of his boots clicking announced his arrival to anyone who was listening.
He stopped at apartment 722 and rang the bell. Within seconds, he could hear someone unlock the door. He prepared himself mentally for the encounter. The door opened, and he was greeted by an absolute heartthrob of a man, Caio Riberio. Caio was of medium height and Brazilian descent, with deep dark eyes, short black hair, a perfectly trimmed beard, and the cutest dark pink lips. He looked like a gorgeous jock.
“Hello,” Ethan introduced myself, “I’m Ethan Jones. I’m here to see the apartment.”
Caio took a moment to look Ethan over. He liked what he saw. Ethan seemed to just exude confidence and big-dick energy at first glance. He was incredibly attractive with his milk chocolate skin, dark eyes, round face, perfect white teeth, neatly trimmed goatee, and fat lips. His fashion game was top-tier. The clothing fit his body in just the right way. You could tell underneath it all was a body made for playing.
Caio smiled, “Hello, Ethan. I’m Caio. Caio Ribeiro. Come in.” He still had his strong native accent, which Ethan found beautiful and sultry all at the same time.
The moment Ethan stepped into the apartment, he quickly scanned it over. He took in everything: the décor, the flower arrangements, the photos on display, the dust in the corners, the bar set up with all the etc. It was a two-bedroom, two-bathroom apartment in the seaport district of Boston.
“So,” he began as he turned to face him, “you’re looking for a roommate. Did the last one move out?” Ethan was direct and to the point. Caio instantly loved that about him.
“No. Nothing like that. I live with my boyfriend. I stopped working full-time so I could focus on building my social media following. I want to be an influencer. So, we’d feel better having someone rent out the second bedroom as I try to build my brand. We like to travel and vacation. We don’t want to touch our savings while I grow my business,” he said with a charming smile.
Ethan nodded and replied, “I understand. Say less. From what I see, it’s a beautiful space you have here. Is your boyfriend here as well?”
“No, he’s at work. But if you look around, you’ll see he’s here. Every photo is one of us,” Caio said as he pointed out the photos on display.
Ethan walked over to the first photo he saw on the end table. He picked it up and admired the happy couple. Someone had taken their photo in Times Square. They looked quite beautiful together. Where Caio was an exotic Latin man, his partner was a Nubian King. He had perfect butter-brown skin, a lean body, a narrow face with a full beard, curly hair, thick eyebrows, brown eyes, and light brown, pinkish lips.
“You make a beautiful couple. You look so in love with one another,” Ethan told him as he placed the photo down. “What’s his name?”
Caio blushed, “Thank you. We are so in love. His name is Adriel. We’ve been together four years now.”
“Adriel,” Ethan repeated his name. It rolled off his tongue effortlessly. “What a beautiful name.”
Caio furrowed his brows and said, “You don’t sound like a Bostonian. Where are you from?”
Ethan half-smiled, “I’m not from here. I’m actually from Mississippi. Jackson, to be exact. I met a guy some months back when I was here on business. We hit it off and had this crazy whirlwind romance. I fell in love quickly. He made me feel things. We talked about running away together into the sunset. So, I figured, let’s do that. I sold everything back home and moved here."
Ethan’s smile faded as he reflected on the romance he had shared. He thought he had finally found the love of his life. It turned out he had just found another guy who played with his heart. He used him for all he was worth and tossed him like yesterday’s news.
As Ethan’s smile faded, he said, “Everything he told me was a lie. He left me broken-hearted, so here I am. I’m too ashamed to go back home and admit defeat. So, I’m trying to stay and rebuild my life. I sound pretty pathetic, right?”
“No, you don’t. You followed your heart. That’s admirable. Some men are shit.” Caio was genuine and sympathetic. He had experienced his fair share of heartbreak.
“You’re sweet,” Ethan said with a simple yet polite smile.
Caio grabbed Ethan’s hand and said, “I’ve been there before. I had my fair share of heartbreak. Just when I was about to give up on men, I met Adriel. He came into my life like a knight in shining armor and saved my heart. We’ve had some hiccups, but he’s my everything. Your person is out there, Ethan.”
The kindness and warmth of Caio’s gesture weren’t lost on Ethan. He appreciated his act of solidarity. Part of him envied Caio. He had a seemingly perfect and healthy relationship with a beautiful man. Then, there was the other part of him.
Ethan moved about the living room and said, “Knight in shining armor? That’s such a poetic way to describe a beautiful man. I guess you can say I thought my guy was that way.”
“Sometimes it helps to talk about it. Would you like to tell me about him? I know it won’t bring him back, but maybe it will help you feel better to just vent a little.” Caio was being sincere. He didn’t like to see anyone hurt.
Ethan smirked, “I think I’d like that. Thank you, Caio.”
SIX MONTHS EARLIER
It was a bright and clear night in Boston. Ethan found himself on the rooftop bar, looking out at the Boston skyline. Work had brought him into the city, and after a long week, he just wanted to find a nice atmosphere to chill and enjoy the vibe. He had just finished his drink and felt like ordering another.
Across the way, he felt a pair of eyes on him. He glanced over, and his eyes met Fox’s gaze. Fox was talking with a group of guys, but his attention was on Ethan. The way he smiled made Ethan feel a little heat between his legs. Ethan’s eyes wandered down Fox’s body. He looked good enough to eat.
Ethan took a seat at the bar. He had sworn off men some time ago. As he sat and waited for the bartender, Fox made his way over. He moved across the room with such confidence and swagger that you couldn’t help but admire him. He was suave, and he knew it. They had done right to name him Fox. He took a seat next to Ethan.
He spoke, “This is going to sound so lame, but I saw you from across the room, and I just had to come over and say something.”
Without looking at him, Ethan said, “You’re right. That is lame.”
Fox chuckled, “Okay. You’re blunt. That’s refreshing. I’m Foxworth, but people call me Fox.”
Ethan turned his head and looked Fox up and down. He tried to act as if he wasn’t impressed by the man, but they both knew he was.
“Interesting name,” Ethan said as he cut his eyes.
“I’ll tell my mom you like it. Can I buy you a drink?” Fox’s voice was as smooth as a glass of whiskey.
“Only if you can guess my drink,” Ethan said playfully.
Fox twisted his lips and said, “Hmmm. If I had to guess, I’d say you’re a gin and tonic kind of guy.”
Ethan shook his head, “Wrong. I’m a cosmopolitan bitch.”
“Oh shit! So, you’re on that Sex and the City vibe? Okay, so are you more of a Carrie or what? I hate to admit it, but I’m more of a Miranda. Don’t tell anyone, though.”
Ethan gasped, “A Miranda? I respect your honesty. I’m more of a Samantha.” Ethan licked his lips seductively when he said Samantha.
“Samantha? I’m impressed. I need a drink to stand before you. Bartender, can I get a Vodka on rocks and a Cosmo for Samantha here?”
“I was going to order my drink. You lost the bet, remember,” Ethan said with a smile.
Fox bit his bottom lip, “I remember. I also remember you never told me your name.”
“It’s Ethan.”
“What’s a beautiful man like you doing here all alone?”
“I’m looking for the Smith Jerrod to my Samantha.”
Fox raised an eyebrow, “Maybe I can help with that.”
He extended his hand for a dance. Ethan didn’t hesitate to take it. Fox pulled him onto the dance floor. “Slow Dance” by John Legend played, and they slow danced with one another. The vibe was right, and the groove felt good.
Fox pulled him close. Their bodies blended together on the dance floor. It felt like it was just the two of them. Nothing and no one else mattered. Fox found himself excited by the feel of Ethan’s body. His hand ran down Ethan’s back and came to a rest at the top of his ass.
Ethan asked, “You wanna go somewhere a little bit quieter?”
He didn’t wait for Fox to respond. He led him off the dance floor, and they disappeared into the night. The two studs stepped into Ethan’s hotel suite and instantly began kissing all over each other. There was no need for words. They both knew where the night was leading them.
They broke away from their kiss and stripped out of their clothing. Both men had incredibly developed bodies. Ethan’s hole twitched when he saw Fox’s long, cut, and throbbing meat. That cock had to be nearly nine inches long, and the head of it was a solid pink. It looked ready to wreck his pretty little hole.
“That’s no foxy cock,” Ethan said as he licked his lips.
“Come give it a taste.”
Ethan pushed Fox back into the chair near the window. He got on his knees and kissed Fox’s chest and nipples. He rolled his tongue across his body and down his stomach until he reached his impressive member. It looked even better up close. It was surrounded by a perfectly trimmed bush of dark pubes, and two medium-sized balls hung between his legs. Ethan opened his mouth and slowly swallowed the entire length of Fox’s cock.
Fox gasped, “Oh fuck!”
Ethan worked the head of Fox’s cock. His tongue rolled around the shaft of the dick and down to the base. He spread Fox’s legs wider and moved up and down on the pulsating penis. He made sure to coat every inch of it with his saliva. Fox ran his hands down Ethan’s back and onto his beautifully shaped ass.
“Suck my dick like you want it,” Fox moaned.
Ethan stuck his tongue out and let Fox’s throbbing cock slap it a few times. He then took it back into his mouth and forced himself to choke on it a few times. He moved to his balls and rolled his tongue across them. He moved back up the length of the throbbing erection and took it back into his mouth. As he sucked it, his mouth made the most delicious slurping sounds.
Fox said, “Let me taste your ass.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Fox replied as he pulled Ethan into a nasty kiss.
Ethan stood up and bent over the desk. He presented his perfect fat ass to Fox like it was a fine dining experience, and it was indeed a fine dining experience. Fox admired those voluptuous cheeks for a second. He ran his gentle hands over each soft cheek. He gave them a squeeze and slightly pulled them apart just enough to give him a glimpse of Ethan’s light brown rosebud.
“It’s so fucking beautiful,” Fox said in admiration.
He sucked on each cheek as Ethan lightly moaned. He finally spread his cheeks and spat directly on that puckered hole. Fox buried his face in between those cakes. His tongue ran up and down the hole, and then he sucked it into his mouth. He sent pleasure through Ethan’s body.
Ethan groaned, “Fuck, that feels so good.”
Fox continued to devour his hole. He pushed his tongue inside Ethan’s hole. He could feel it open, and the muscles throb against his mouth. The more he ate, Ethan, the more Ethan moaned. Those moans made his dick harder. He had to stroke his thick cock as he feasted on the delicious ass presented before him.
He ate him so good that spit was running down his chin and Ethan’s legs. Fox couldn’t get over how good Ethan tasted. He slapped Ethan’s ass and made him shake his cheeks. Those round cakes slapped him in his face as they shook. He didn’t care; he continued to eat that ass. In fact, it made his tongue-lashing all the more aggressive.
Fox was so aroused that he needed to fuck. He stood up and slapped his hefty cock across Ethan’s cheeks. He then lined his dick up and slowly slid inside of him. The head of his cock opened Ethan up.
The feel of Fox’s cock head splitting him open took Ethan to a new world of pleasure. The head was so fat and thick. The rest of his cock slowly sank inside Ethan’s tight ass. The walls inside gripped Fox’s dick. Fox slowly moved his hips, fucking Ethan just a little before pulling out of him.
He then pushed his dick back inside. He fed Ethan every inch until his pubes were resting against his cheeks. He held still for a moment and listened to the sound of Ethan’s breathing. When he felt his bottom was ready, Fox began to truly fuck him. He moved in and out of him, slamming his cock deep into Ethan’s depths.
Ethan moaned, “Oh shit. You’re stretching me.”
Fox smiled, “Yeah, I am, and you’re taking it so well, baby.”
Fox ran his hands over Ethan’s ass as he plowed his guts. He watched the work of his back shots in amazement. Each plow made Ethan’s ass bounce. The ripple effect of those plows made his cock thicker.
Ethan gripped the desk for dear life and took the pounding. Fox’s cock was working him so deep and good. His body wanted more. He could feel his insides turning into hot liquid. His hole throbbed in anticipation of each thrust Fox gave him.
“Pussy so fucking good, baby,” Fox moaned.
Fox slowed his thrusts and began to work his hips in a circular motion. His slow strokes filled them both with a hungry intensity. He pulled out, and Ethan begged for him to put it back in. Fox lifted him up and tossed him on the bed.
Ethan landed on his back. Fox climbed in between his legs and slid his thick dick back into his hungry hole. He fucked him like they were the only two people in the world. Ethan moaned and creamed all over Fox’s cock.
Ethan shouted, “You’re so fucking deep.”
Fox fucked him with slow and deliberate strokes. He made Ethan’s hole quake with passion. His dick brushed his walls like a painter brushing a canvas. Ethan gripped Fox by the back of his neck and pulled their heads close together. Sweat poured off of Fox onto Ethan. He picked up his pace and fucked him with an extremely intense amount of pleasure.
Fox growled, “Fuck! Your pussy gonna make me cum.”
“Do it. Fucking breed me. Own me,” Ethan encouraged.
Fox announced, “I’m bout to nut in you. SHIT! FUCK!”
Fox fucked him harder and faster. His cock swelled inside of Ethan, and then he coated the walls of Ethan’s anus with his hot, watery cum. It felt like he let out a gallon of semen inside of Ethan. He kissed Ethan. As the two studs kissed, Fox wrapped his hand around Ethan’s cock and stroked him to a delicious finish.
**
Ethan and Caio sat quietly as he finished telling the story. There was a deep sense of sadness over Ethan.
“I’m sorry. Sounds like you two hit it off instantly. How long did it last for?” Caio asked.
Calmly, Ethan answered, “I moved here three weeks ago. I surprised him. Showed up at his home only to find out it was an Air B&B he had been renting. I called him and tried to figure everything out.” Ethan balled his fist, and his voice grew a little louder as he said, “He was supposed to meet me at the Common of all fucking places, but he didn’t show up. He disconnected his number. He ghosted me. I’m a ghost now.”
Ethan closed his eyes and calmed himself down. When he looked over, Caio’s face had held a bit of empathy and concern.
“I’m sorry. Wounds are still fresh,” Ethan said.
“I get it. You’re hurting, and no one can judge you for that. I say fuck him for not realizing how special of a guy you are,” Caio said as he gave Ethan a friendly hug.
Ethan chuckled, “He’ll find out eventually. They always do.”
“What do you mean? Are you still going to try and date this man?”
“No. I’m from the south. We believe that the Lord will always bring the ones who hurt you back to your feet and show them what they missed out on. It’s my prayer every night that he sees my face every day!”
Caio stood and said, “Would you excuse me one moment? I have to use the restroom.”
He walked down the hall and into the master bedroom. As soon as he was gone, the front door unlocked. The door opened, and Adriel entered. He placed his things down and picked up the mail.
“Babe, I’m home. You wouldn’t believe the day I had today,” he shouted.
“Oh, contrary. I believe I would,” Ethan said as he peered into his soul.
Adriel froze in his steps. He dropped the mail he was holding in his hands. His heartbeat raced, and he started to sweat. He couldn’t believe his eyes!
Ethan smiled wickedly, “Why, Fox, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Ethan laughed deviously for a quick second or two. Then the laugh ceased, and he went stoic face! Adriel's ghost had returned!
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