Page 17 of Taunting the Ghost

And then Ryan swallowed, and Caleb curled over him.

Ryan swallowed again, and Caleb gripped the back of Ryan’s head, desperate to keep him there.

Ryan swallowed, and Caleb cried out, “Ryan!”

He was about to come. Oh hell, he was so close. So close to coming all down Ryan’s throat.

Precum slid down his shaft and pooled in his neatly trimmed curls, as if Ryan wasn’t there at all.

Caleb forced his eyes open.

Ryan was gone. Caleb’s hands were clenched on his cock, not buried in Ryan’s hair. The precum wasn’t being sucked down Ryan’s throat; it was coating his hands.

“What did you just say?” Isaac said, staring at Caleb wide-eyed.

“Uh- The hell just-” What had just happened? Had it been real?

“Caleb! Listen to me,” Isaac said, gripping Caleb’s shoulder tightly. “This is important! Did you just say Ryan?”

Chapter 6

“What?” Caleb said, staring at his cum dumbly. “Ryan?”

“Yes! Ryan!” Isaac said, shaking him.

“The fuck do you know about Ryan?” Caleb said. Isaac didn’t know Ryan. How did he know Ryan’s name?

“Caleb! This is serious! You saw Ryan?”

“Uh, yeah?” Caleb said, finally tearing his eyes away from his cum.

“When? How did you meet him?”

Isaac was being weirdly intense about this. Meanwhile, Caleb was still reeling from Ryan just disappearing in the middle of doing his best to suck Caleb dry.

“He was just here.” Caleb looked around, but there was no sign of him.

Isaac breathed out a long, frustrated sigh. “I forgot you get like this.”

“He helped me bring up the cooler,” Caleb added helpfully.

Isaac blinked hard and sat back. “And he told you his name?”

“Nah,” Caleb said. “That was last year when he offered to blow me.”

Isaac slapped a hand on his forehead.

Caleb didn’t know why Isaac was being so weird about Ryan. Ryan was a good bro. Ryan had listened while Caleb had vented about his girl troubles. Ryan was the first person to ever suggest a devil’s three-way to him.

Ryan was great. Ryan hadn’t left him alone on a spooky trail on Halloween when there was a soul-eating ghost in the area. Unlike Isaac.

Although… Ryan had just left him hanging. Cock hard and precum wet on the tip. Caleb so badly wanted to stroke it and come, but not with Isaac interrogating. Did he have to do it now?

“Caleb. Are you sure his name was Ryan?”

“Obviously I’m sure,” Caleb said impatiently. “Why?”

“Because he’s-,” Isaac hesitated for a moment. “A man named Ryan died here a decade ago.”