Page 39 of Who The Hell Are You?

You're baby, I am man. Ghost man 😛 hehe

No but baby, I miss you and you should stop ignoring me.

Please.

I'll film a video of me begging.

Then to my horror the phone starts to ring out again, but this time it's a video call. I shoot up, looking around myself for absolutely no reason and I've got to be a little bit tipsy, because the feelings that roll through my entire body aren't one of annoyance. I'm flushed, a little nervous but against my better judgement because I'm a total idiot, I press answer.

I'm expecting to see the ghostface mask, but instead in excellent quality is a throbbing long penis with a fist squeezing it to death as he moves his hand up and down. All I can hear is panting, unsure if it's mine or his, but my face on my side of the camera looks entranced. I just watch his hand move up and down, squeezing his red crown, which is already leaking.

I bite my lips to hold in my moan.

“Please.” A gruff low voice says and the sound lets butterflies escape out of their cage, through my chest and bury themselves in my dick. I snake my hand into my boxers, taking my raging erection out until the fabric sits under my balls. They're already tight from rubbing against Miles, the idea of him being next door making me even harder. I feel a little nauseous, so I turn my camera around till I'm showing him my dick and I start to work my hand over myself. I match his tempo, the way he jerks off into his tight fist, imagining it's him touching me. Closing my eyes, I listen to his pants, his moans, but I must be glutenous because they only pop open to stare at his massive cock. He's using his precum as lube and the sight nearly has my coming.

Forcing my eyes away, I train them to focus on the armchair in the corner, move my thoughts away from imagining his perfect mouth on me, but then I only envision him sitting there watching me. I picture the mask tilting as he watches me touch myself, his thighs spreading as he palms himself. Long fingers curve over his lean shoulders and dig into his hoodie, a tussle of blonde waves and piercing sea-green eyes peaking over him as imaginary Miles smirks from his perch behind him. Baby he whispers and the sound rattles my head, it sounds distorted, the two beings merge until all I can smell is cinnamon, spiced caramel and I can feel both their hands all over my body till they're one person. I start to come so hard, moans escaping past my gritted teeth and I can't help but breathe out Miles's name.

Yourghostboy’s pants turn into one long satisfied moan and my masked stranger comes. Thick ropes of cum land on his naked legs, the red duvet I can see pushed down, but nothing else is showing in the video. It just keeps spraying out of him, my own dick squeezing more cum from me till my balls feel painfully sensitive. I fall back into the pillows breathing hard, and he must drop the phone because it suddenly goes dark, but the call doesn't end. All I can hear is his deep breathing and after my own calms down, he steadies out till I hear nothing. Has he fallen asleep?

Before this can feel too real I end the call, throwing my phone down the bed and press my fingers into my eye sockets. This is…This feels fucking sick. Casual or open, I don't want either and I just came moaning his name to another man. I'm fucked up, but all I can think about is how hot it would be to have them both running their hands all over me.

15

It’s no surprise that I'm the first one awake, dressed and in the kitchen making a cup of tea whilst I stress chew on some toast. Despite the conversation in the car, it also doesn't surprise me when my best friends come out of the same room also fully dressed in new clothes.

“Bad night?” I aim at Em, who nods.

“I could hear him, so.” Harris doesn't explain further and he never needs to. Em suffers with night terrors and the one thing that sorts him right out is our viking sized best friend cuddling him like a boa-constrictor.

Nodding towards the kettle, Harris makes them both a cup of tea whilst Emery sulks in the corner sofa unit. Our movements seem to rouse the cabin, as one by one everyone emerges. I click the kettle back on, just as warm long fingers slide under my t-shirt and grip my pecks.

“Morning Baby.”

I try not to jolt at his words, because they also make me want to turn into a puddle at his feet. I melt back into his body, the firmness of his chest starting to not feel new, but comforting.

“Morning Miley.” I turn my head and receive a kiss, one of his hands moving from my abs to push a loose dark curle off my forehead. “Want a coffee?”

“I'd kill for one.” Biting my lip, he continues to press his body into mine and rests his head on my shoulder as I put one of the pods into the coffee machine.

“Feeling tender.”

“Nah. I'm just clingy when I'm forced to be up early.”

I laugh, “I have something so tragic to tell you, Baby.” I turn around and he presses me into the kitchen counters. “I’m so sorry to tell you, but I'm a total morning person.”

He gasps, taking my mouth with his lips, only kissing me harder when Teddy groans and tells us to go mouth fuck somewhere else.

“I like you calling me baby.” He whispers between pecking my lips, making them tingle.

“Even if I'm a morning person?”

“I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with it all.”

I chuckle against his lips, finally pulling away. “What's that from?”

He nuzzles his cheek against mine. “The creature.”

The laughter that rips out of me as the coffee machine wails is the soundtrack for the rest of our day. Amongst the buzz of our friends, the sea town and activity, all I focus on is our shared joy.