My Ghost Roommate

I can kiss every last inch of his body if I wanted. He is offering me every part of himself. He wants me to take charge.

In other words, he wants me to be everything I was the most afraid of being.

Not anymore.

I’m off the couch and pulling him up with me, my hand holding his torn shirt like a leash. Despite the surprise flashing in his beautiful eyes, he is wearing a grin the whole way as I pull him into his bedroom.

This is so not me who’s in control.

It’s not quite West either, though, is it?

We’re something else when we’re teamed up, bud.

The next thing Byron knows, his back slams to the bed. I drag my fingertips down to his tight pants, where his button and zipper have no hope against me. He’s got on a shiny pair of tight black microfiber boxer-briefs, which are bulging with his excitement.

I set Byron free with a tug of that waistband. The hard, proudly erect beast that springs forth is something I think West and I equally admire.

Is that weird to say?

Nah, bro, just go with it.

I stand over a wide-eyed Byron and cross my arms. “You afraid of me yet?”

Byron smirks. “Do I look afraid?”

“You look like a ripped-open birthday present.”

Remaining in place on the bed, he reaches for the nightstand. From it, he pulls out a single condom and a purple tube of lube, then gives them a wiggle.

“Fuck yeah,” is my total dude-bro answer.

Byron grins. And I drop my pants to the floor.

Wait a sec. Wait, wait. Am I missing something?

I tear open the condom with as much ease as I tore open his shirt, then roll it down Byron’s throbbing cock. Next comes the lube, which I squirt into a hand before working it down his length.

Hold up. Did you guys even chat about who’s doing who? Did I miss some kinda gay-guy telepathy or—?

I bring my hand around to my ass and lube myself up, making everything nice and slippery.

Fuck, that feels good.

Oh, that’s nothing compared to how we’re about to feel. You ready to take Byron up the ass?

… Say what?

I climb atop the bed and straddle Byron once again. His hands take a firm grip of my hips, holding me in place. Our eyes connect. His face twists into a semi-permanent state of awe as he teases my hole with the tip of his monster.

Holy fucking merciful fuck …

Y’know, straight guys do anal with their girlfriends, too, whether it’s you doing it up their ass, or her doing it up yours with a toy. It isn’t all that weird.

Bro, you’re about to give me a lesson in weird? I’m the straight ghost who haunts a gay dude’s apartment and am about to get half-willingly reamed up the ass.

Correction. You’re not completely yourself any more than I’m completely mine. We’re something else together. Something bigger. Something better.

Wow. You’re right. I fucking want this.

We fucking want this.

I press my hands to Byron’s rock hard abs as I slide down his length one inch at a time. I feel him contract as he lets out a gasp of delight, feeling himself slip in.

And it’s nothing compared to the ecstasy that bursts through my body as I feel him filling me up. My eyes rock back. Electricity rockets through me.

And I go hard in seconds.

Byron moans as he starts to gently pump me. I take a look at him, smirk, and say, “I know how you like it. You don’t have to be gentle with me, either.”

Byron lifts his eyebrows. “Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah. Let’s go to town, princey.”

He grins.

Uh, wait, wait, wait …

I grab hold of Byron as he strengthens his grip on me. Then he starts to pump me deeper and deeper, and soon, I’m riding him like a beast, my ass slapping against his thighs, his cock burying itself within me.

OH MY GOD, YES.

Tell me about it.

WHY HAVE I NEVER TRIED THIS BEFORE??

Just sit back. Enjoy it. Let me teach you something for once.

The pace picks up. My hold on Byron becomes slippery from sweat. Our eyes stay locked on each other as he goes in deeper and deeper, thrusting harder, his power increasing by the second. Suddenly he sits up, shifts his hands to behind my back, and then our faces are together as he fucks me harder.

Our lips come together. For a moment, it’s tender. Then it’s angry and passionate. Then it’s tender again. I might have bitten his lip.

Have you ever been so into someone, you can’t tell if you want to kiss them or eat them?

I feel his hand touch my hair, and something about the sensitiveness of the touch makes me open my eyes. The sight of his face this close is such a dream I know no actual dream can do justice; Byron is a god.