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Ghost Of Me
by Johan Johnson (chocol8moonlight@yahoo.com)

***

Upon dying, this story tracks the fleeting moments 
marking a restless soul's transition into the 
afterlife, and visit to his teen-crush, who had always 
been an out-of-reach famous boy, until now. (MM-teens, 
reluc, mast, oral, anal, sci-fi)

***

I felt myself dissolving. Darkness. A thought. A wish. 
A vision. A flash. And there... Madrid. Spain. 
Midnight. I'm actually here. Finally. I'm standing in 
this street. This very street. Near the driveway that 
leads up to Tate's House. I can't believe it. I need 
to savour it. This moment of reckoning... Grey rays of 
pale moonlight filtered through the trees that were 
being battered and blown in the fierce wind. A storm. 
But I felt none of it. I felt as if I'm floating in a 
breezeless street. Calm. Focused. And weightless.
 
"Come with me," said the reaper standing next to me. 
His voice was calm and crisp, as if there was no 
whistling wind, no thunderous hum around us.
 
"I have unfinished business here," I replied faintly.
 
"You're just a shade. A ghost. There's nothing left 
for you here. No one will notice you anymore," he 
continued.
 
"Oh I know I'm dead. But it's about how. So young. So 
unfulfilled. I left. I died obsessed and madly in love 
with the boy who lives in that house over there. Right 
there. He never even knew I existed. But I had these 
extreme feelings. The bits and pieces I never bothered 
to put into words. It's so powerful, what I feel. 
That's why I believe my actions still have meaning. I 
know he will feel me. I just know..."
 
I took a deep breath, of nothing. I felt a thumping in 
my chest – a ghostly fake heart. I was so excited. And 
I began my final and longest journey alone. I started 
walking. Kept my pace. I walked up the driveway, 
through the walls of the house. Inside. Searching 
every room. So far, empty. No one home. I started 
feeling sad, worried, in the darkness it seemed as if 
some great bird had flown over and swept away what 
once lived here, with the shadow of its wing. But 
wait. Can you feel that? I entered the last bedroom on 
the left. There's an energy. So much life. The bedroom 
lights were off, and something lay lightly in the 
shadowed valleys of sheets on the bed, in blissful 
slumber. In nothing but boxers, there lay my prize of 
love for one single night, in a lifetime. Despite all 
his fame and all his power, Tate looked so vulnerable 
and delicate here, just like any other 18-year old 
boy, obeying the rules of sleep and bedtime.
 
I switched on the digital video camera and put it down 
on the side of the bed focused on Tate. Then I climbed 
on top of him. I touched his face. The softest. I felt 
his breath on my fingers. Like a countdown. Calm 
breathing of ocean waves. Stop. I ripped off his deep 
blue boxers with a supernatural force I didn't know I 
had. I barely had time to get a good look at his dick 
before he woke, began kicking and screaming. I pinned 
him down. I loved the sheer male power of him. Like a 
real thoroughbred colt he fought, struggling, punching 
me off wildly. But it made no difference. It all just 
went straight threw me. I was invisible to him. And 
his eyes, oh those gorgeous icy blue eyes, they were 
so confused, so frightened.
 
I let him go, just to see what he would do. He ran for 
the door, only to find it locked without a key, then 
to the burglar-barred windows which, for some 
supernatural reason, couldn't even be opened, couldn't 
be broken. "HELP ME SOMEBODY!" he shouted, "Mum! Dad. 
Help me...." I kept the camera focused on him, on his 
soft perfect cock, and on his taught bubble butt. I'd 
never seen such a cute boy-ass. The way it wiggled, 
just right. The way it was shaped, my dear god, the 
sheer roundness of it.
 
I caught him and threw him on his back on the bed. 
(CameraView: Tate being flung onto the bed by an 
invisible force). He felt my every touch. I held him 
down 100% naked on the bed under me. He looked up, 
tears rolling down his face. "Tate... Calm down baby," 
I whispered in his ear, and from the reaction on his 
face, I knew he heard me. He looked so beautiful – the 
best example of how every young boy should be. So 
energetic, so fresh. I craved his mouth, his voice, 
his hair. I picked his legs up into the air, exposing 
his slim ass to the camera. I almost melted at how hot 
he looked. 

I drew circles on his sleek thighs and his butt-cheeks 
with my tongue, marking my path down to his hole. It 
was so soft there, between the pillows of his ass, so 
slippery and inviting. Then I dipped my tongue into 
him. His whole body tensed up. It was so amazing, that 
control I had over him. I wiggled my tongue to deepen 
the penetration. It had never been in such a soft 
place before. I started licking him harder, as if I 
was sucking for honey. And then came the unexpected. 
When I looked up, his cock was fully and beautifully 
erect. Right in front of my face. What a cock. 
Definitely number one on my top10 list of the slickest 
things in existence. Perfection. Smooth. Neat. 
Lollipop-like. Slit like a snake-eye. It was like one 
of those carved dildos, but better. I just wanted to 
eat him all up.
 
I played with it between my fingers and wanked it a 
bit in its own pre-cum. Tate moaned the entire time, 
as if he was sharply in pain, but I could tell that it 
was just him enjoying it, mingled with his fear and 
intrigue over the unknown. Now he was keeping his legs 
raised all by himself. I took the head of his penis 
into my mouth and inserted two fingers into his soft 
buttery anus at the same time. "OHH FUCK! What the 
fuck is that?? Mmmmm," he moaned. His cock fitted into 
my mouth so well, as if it was designed to be sucked. 
It worked so smoothly, the skin moved so easily, like 
changing gears on a brand-new Lamborghini. 

(CameraView: Tate's legs in the air, his feet arched 
backwards in ecstasy, his asshole a little open, 
moving slightly, and his hard dick's foreskin being 
sucked back and forth by something invisible, as he 
moans like a little puppy)
 
He was humping against my hand, moving his hole 
against my fingers, pressing his cock back into my 
mouth, trying to force me to go faster. I noticed he 
was losing control, so I stopped for a moment. I just 
left him there on the bed in his peak. I watched him. 
He looked around, disappointed, embarrassed. He 
clenched his thighs together and slowly tried to cover 
his hard-on with his bed-sheet. His mouth was half 
open. It looked almost hungry for something. I touched 
his hand. He shivered. I hooked my fingers in-between 
the spaces of his. So cute and sweaty they were. I 
kissed and sucked on them lightly. Then I bit on the 
outer side of his palm. "You bit me," he half-smiled 
and said it, that killer-smile. I adored the way his 
lips moved when he spoke, the curves and dimples at 
the sides of his mouth, "...What are you?"
 
"I'm only your biggest fan in the entire world, Tate. 
And I wish you would love me too. But in my sex 
fantasy, nobody ever loves me for my mind," I said 
softly.

Pause.

He looked around. There was a hint of naughtiness in 
his expression. Curiosity. Then he moved the sheets 
off him slowly and leaned forward. I knelt up on the 
bed and guided his face. He knew what I wanted, 
because he let his mouth hang open. I pressed the 
coolness of his young lips against the tip of my cock. 
I grabbed two fistfuls of his silky hair as my entire 
stem slid down Tate's warm throat. I held the camera 
closer. 

(CameraView: Tate's head bobbing up and down, his 
mouth open in a perfect O-shape, young lips sliding 
back and forth, the back of his throat expanding 
intensely as something fucks in and out of it. Vicious 
slurping noises and only Tate's cute but stifled moans 
can be heard).

And then I started gushing. Long jets of liquid 
started shooting out of my cock down Tate's throat, 
and it just didn't stop. It went on for about five 
full minutes! It wasn't cum. Pre-cum maybe. Or 
ectoplasm. Or ghost piss. Honestly I have no idea what 
it was, but it felt incredible to have The Tate 
Riordan milk and drink all of it straight out of my 
dick. 

(CameraView: Tate begins gulping something down, his 
little Adam's apple vibrates as he struggles to keep 
up with the drinking. Tate moans frantically. He 
chokes a little, but something holds his head in 
place, some liquid leaks out of his mouth)
 
I gave Tate some time to recover from the rather 
forceful mouth-fucking. After a few minutes, he began 
looking rather uncomfortable, then restless, then 
worried. "Are you there? Something's wrong, something 
is seriously wrong with me. It's what you made me 
swallow. What did you make me swallow??," his voice 
was trembling.
 
"What's wrong??," I asked. I wrapped my arms around 
him, and pulled him in close.
 
"I think it's my prostate. It's fuckin' itching. Like 
extremely insanely. I wish I could reach it, but the 
itch is fuckin' inside me!," he continued.
 
I placed my hand at his lower tummy soothingly. I 
loved how the little squares of his natural abs flexed 
and relaxed according to my touch. He was truly sexy 
all over, every bit and spot of him. I picked his legs 
up and rubbed my finger at the entrance of his hole. 
"Uhhhhhh. Yeahhhhhhh..." came his urgent and vibrating 
moan. I pushed a finger in. "UHHHHHHHHHHH!" he gasped, 
"Go deeper! The itch is further in!" he trembled out 
desperately. 

I put his feet on my chest, and I inserted my cock 
partially in his hole. He nearly rose off the bed. It 
was like wedging a knife of need deep inside him. 
"AWWWWWWWWWWW!" he arched his back. I moved it around 
until I found the spot, and then I stroked it. 
"FUCKKK! Presss... down more. Yes ahh AHHH YESSS! 
Almost there... Yeah OHH HARDER! SOOOOO GOOD! 
MMMMMMMMM! AHHHHHH!" he screamed. I couldn't hold 
myself back any longer. The time had come for the real 
fucking to begin. I finally pumped my big thick cock 
into his wet pussy over and over.

"Damn you're so fucking tight," I whined as I felt him 
wrap up around me, like a flame around a wick. He was 
shuddering as I thrust and sank into him, with the 
wild beating of our bodies against each other. Like 
the wind on the mountains shaking ancient oaks. I 
leaned forward and kissed him. I licked the corners of 
his mouth before I stuck my tongue in. Then I was a 
million light years away, inside of Tate. I was alone. 
It was just me then and this feeling, which was him. 

(CameraView: Tate's cute ass being slammed as he 
bounces, his anus stretching widely outwards and 
inwards with each ebb, flow and shudder of his body). 
Tate was screaming so loudly that he ought to have 
lost his voice by now. He looked adorable. Dripping. 
His skin was glowing wet. 

Dark shadows outlined his magnificent young body. 
Holding his feet up, I could feel the mad pulse 
pounding in his lovely ankles. His high-arched feet 
were so cute stuck up in the air, they looked tense 
but perfect, like a little lion cub's big paws 
preparing to pounce. And oh how he purred, purred and 
screamed, and screamed some more. His long sexy legs 
and thick slender thighs strained to my control - they 
were so lean and hot, with streamline muscular dimples 
reappearing at every thrust. Definitely from all that 
soccer he plays.  

"FUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK! YOU-UU HAV-VV NO-OO IDEA HOW 
GOOOOD THAT FEEELS! AW! AW! AW! AW! AWW!" he yelled.
 
We made love in all kinds of positions, with our 
bodies in all manners of contortions, against the 
wall, on the floor, on the sofa, as if in mist and in 
clouds. Next I sat up on the bed and made him sit on 
me, face to face. He wrapped his lean arms around my 
neck and his legs around my waist for leverage as he 
moved up and down, his small boy-vagina swallowing my 
shaft entirely. I had my face in his neck, that sweet 
graceful neck, bruised by my kisses, I could feel the 
beating of his tender throat against mine. "OHHHH 
TAAAAAYYYYYYTE! DON'T STOP! YEAH! UH! UH! UH! UH! UH! 
UHHHHHHHHHHHH" I moaned, as if wishing someone would 
hear the thunder of our love echo in the night. Tate's 
pretty eyes were fluttering in ecstasy as our bodies 
mingled, blended, dissolved together, a knot of love, 
as Tate's chest slid against mine, sandwiching his 
drenched cock between our bellies, like on a soft 
sandy beach where hungry waves rub, bite and lick the 
sensual shore, riding the tide of passion. 

(CameraView: Tate sitting upright on something 
invisible on the bed. Neither his hands nor legs 
actually touch the bed. It's as if he floats just 
above it. It looks like he hugs something to balance 
as he moves his butt up and down at an incredibly fast 
pace and howls like a wild animal)
 
Now I made Tate get on his knees on the bed so that I 
could bang him doggy-style. He steadied himself on the 
bed with his arms, back arched and ass up, so I could 
easily plunge my huge dick all the way inside. By now, 
Tate's slender waist and thighs were exhausted and 
weak from this night of cloud dancing, but it didn't 
stop him from still grinding his ass against my cock. 
I held on to him tight as we rocked and moaned. I bit 
his adorable ears and the back of his neck leading 
down to his lightly defined shoulders. His silky hair 
smelled of mangoes, and it shook seductively as I got 
into him, shoved into him again and again. It was such 
a nice place to be, like I had always been there, 
always should be there, that close to him. 

"AAAASHHH! WA! AHH! UHH! AWWW! FUCK! FUCK! FUCCKK! 
FUCK ME! UH! DO MY ASS!  ITS! ITS YOURS! OOOOOOH!," 
squealed Tate as I probed and filled him. He put his 
face down on the pillow but raised his butt 
provocatively higher for me. I held on to his slithery 
cock with both my hands to anchor my thrusting, and at 
the same time, I wanked it. I loved the smooth hard 
peaks and valleys of his sculpted body and back, his 
firm muscled ass attached to my cock, consuming it 
completely, grinding body to body in the cool.
 
I penetrated him more and more, ripping him open for 
the entire world to see. I couldn't get enough. I 
thought I'd died and gone to heaven, literally fucking 
like there was no tomorrow. "SO-OO FUCKINN GOOD! OH 
YEAH! MMM! UH! UH! UUUHH! UHHHHHH! AH! AH! AHHH! 
AHHHWWW! AWWWWWW!!!" screamed Tate, shaking, then 
trembling, as he came, long spurts of teen cum hitting 
his tummy, the bed, and my hands. His anus clenched 
tightly around my cock so hard that it felt as if my 
cock would become lodged in there forever. 

The pressure was so wickedly awesome that I burst. I 
jerked this way and that. It was electric. I blow my 
load deep inside him while he panted as if on the 
verge of death. I pushed all my love into him. He felt 
its hotness travel up him. My most hidden river rose 
and released. Rippling over and over again, for so 
long and so much that some of my cum was squirting out 
of his ass with my cock still stuck in it. Now Tate 
was totally fucked. 

(CameraView: Initially Tate bent over on his knees 
while his anus is being stretched obscenely, the 
inside of his love canal expands and contracts 
rhythmically as if something big and invisible is 
being rapidly plunged in and out of it. His foreskin 
opens and closes over his throbbing cock while it's 
being wanked. Love bites begin to appear from no-where 
on his neck. Tate screams and cums all over, after 
which his cock melts into softness. We are then shown 
the inside of his asshole filling up with more and 
more of a milky liquid, until it begins overflowing. 
Tate lies shivering, shaking and panting on the bed 
until he eventually passes out. The room is a mess. A 
storm.)
 
Someone once told me that if you want something too 
much you'll never get. They said it's the first 
universal truth and that it's more reliable then both 
Murphy's law and Friday the 13th. Nonsense. You can do 
whatever you want to do, be whoever you want to be, 
there are no rules to this thing. I connected the 
video camera to my computer and logged on to my 
YouTube channel. Video title: "Ghost Of Me." 10%. 65%. 
99%. Upload complete.

The End

Author's End Note: I look forward to hearing what you 
have to say, and I will be posting up a new story at 
most three days after every 30 positive email response 
I get, so email me at 
chocol8moonlight(at)yahoo(dot)com. Thanks!

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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