Ethereal (BxB)

Chapter 8

E J E Y

8:57 PM

Somebody say, when you're though enough to get what you wanted... Then you'll get what you wanted. Everybody does this, right?

If I'm not wrong, we're all thirsty... Thirsty for dreams, ecstasy, freedom, and money... Call me old fashion but this time I won't be nonchalant. I've met this situation before, and I won't let this slip. One day, I was surfing through my social media... I saw this girl named Andria. And when I found out she's just near by here, I tried my best to be close...

I need her, I like her, and then after one night... I love her. We dated for once, but she told me I'm weird because I just wanted her for my personal needs as if she was a thing... Yes, thing. She thought I'll just use her as my rog doll, s*x doll, or prostitute.

Once we've done things I craved, she left. She neglected and avoided me... Though, I didn't make her easy... I find ways to carry on. I searched her, I followed her, and I sent lovely presents over their house. But we didn't ended up in a happily ever after. She flew out of this state and find job elsewhere.

Yet, I still tried everything because I really love her... I wanted her for all my life, and now that she's gone... I felt... Deflating...

After some months of hectic stalking despite distance, I lose everything... I lost connection with her, I dropped everything. And that when I saw another person... Person with same gender...

Name's Luca, surname's Laurence, living few blocks away, and definitely going to the school the same as I have. At first, I just admired him... He's older than me with a few months. He's handsome, and cute, and happy-go-lucky... And-and he smell good... But one thing I'm really sure is - 'he's a model'. I discovered him in my blog job because suddenly, an anonymous user commented on my new video. The new user was seemingly cute, and when I click unto his profile, he looks familiar. He also put his i********: username on his bio. How lucky, I am.

So I look through his social media. His i********:, f*******: page, Twitter, and tumbler. But somehow, it's different, the vibes of his comment in my blog wasn't really the same on how he create captions for his selfies and status. I mean, he's... He sounds so decent and straight... While the comment he has on the blog consist heavily nasty words, which quickly gives me negative effect deep inside.

He has friends, actually lots of friends... Although, when I'm seeing him inside the school, he only has - I think two to three friends? Majority of them were male so I kinda feel jealous without any justified reason.

You see? I started looking and drooling with that damn face of his. How cruel life is this... Let alone I wasn't completely over with Andria... To my best scale, sexuality I have isn't that concrete. Maybe I'm considered as a bisexual? Pan? Or... Non-binary? Well, my job confirmed it. I'm bisexual, but perhaps I preferred men.

Anyways, it was nine pm past and being home alone, bored, and horny was a little bit of unfortunate. If I were to ask myself 'hey, self? Why are you horny?' Then I would answer, 'I haven't get laid for months since Andria left.' Then if my alternate self counters; 'you're just a raging teenage boy, that'll pass.'

I would reply then, 'no, self... I just can't stop thinking about that guy who commented on the video and who also has been going to the school I was in.' - his large and sleepy eyes, his slightly thick and brushed eyebrows, his blue eyes, his platinum hair, his sharp jaw, his pointed nose, his collar bone - oh, Jesus help me, - and the lips that were full of wonders. Tight shut, curved, red and plump were arousing me so f*****g badly.

He's just like Andria, but more sexually attractive. Maybe that's the reason why did modeling industry accept him, or why did his life and reputation precedes him. Yet, the question of 'Why is he on my channel? Was he gay?' shook me.

Speaking of the devil himself who keeps taking my breath in just a matter of one glance, Luca passed on my i********: news feed. He posted an update about the new company which took him as one of their male endorsers. The Rommel cozy fabrics for humanity company.

While staring at my laptop screen, Luca had his legs covered with a grey Jagger pants that hugs his limbs fittedly. At the top of it was a white and grey vertical stripes of polo. In result, the stylish outfit suits him very much. His not so thick thighs were perfect for tangling things such as mine. And his arms were supposed to be bitten by yours truly.

Goddammit, he's so s*x worth it.

Meanwhile, the time comes very fast. My phone rung at the exact time of nine-thirty pm. Though, I can't work things out if there's something keeps bugging me.

Work, yes work. I'm sure of it because I have a job (just what I've mention earlier which confirmed my sexuality and my boy's existence) called; American hunters. What does that mean then? It means we hunt american male at my age or just lower than my height to push them into their limits. What limit? Well, the s****l experience they have. We push them to do things with our men by paying them, or luring them using thick pack of paper bills.

Anyhow, can you get aids by that? Well, our crew will not going to get aids because they will firstly test their partners or selves to keep that desease distant from them. Besides, they only choose virgins and straight so how can we get that per chances. Right? And the crew aren't prostitutes, we are just hunters.

Where did you get the capital? Or is this illegal? Definitely no, this is not illegal since under ages of eighteen wouldn't be included here. The capital was sourced from our pornhub channel but mostly from OnlyFans, and from the other p*****n members.

I think maybe there are seven hunters left who's still active and keep posting. So yeah, that's their job. Mine is to keep our blogs, videos, and news feed fresh, our handlers doesn't want me to be a hunter due to the fact that I am a rich persons' son. So do I, I agreed.

Being a manager isn't that easy though. I get to read everybody's comments, harsh or positive, I would still reply even if how toxic they are. Mostly, they would react about picking a guy that doesn't suit their standards. Damn, guys, the world isn't revolving to you...

In OnlyFans, their rates or review matters. Like really matters. The fact that they were the one who are keeping our channel alive sounds pretty hectic. Right now, we haven't still found a boy that would catch everybody's eyes, and we are still looking for that...

By the way, why am I home alone again? Oh... My parents were in a business trip. How come they weren't calling me? Nevermind.

I got up on my bed, surely knows to go down and drink water. But when I got close to the refrigerator, I suddenly realized something. Something that can't be explain mentally... Nor it's either physically and sexually which panged me alive. Soon, the idea of writing letters towards Luca flashed into my mind.

I sigh, maybe that can entertain me? Right? So I proceed at the next doors. Next door of my parents', passing guests', maids', and the driver's rooms. After a moment of walking unto the flat, clean, and red-carpeted alleyway, I finally halt at the garden.

This place is where mom plant her ideal plants, and this is the place where my dad preserved insects. I had once stole the butterfly and comet moth in his table as I, indeed paste it on the letter I made for Luca. And now that I'm doing it again, I feel no guilt.

There's no lock, so the glass house was just as exposed as Lexi Lore. Plants, beehives, wasphives, exotic flowers and other more. In fact, these are herbals.

I walk passed the plants and stop in the middle of beehives. The bees were in a calm state, meaningfully they didn't find me threatening. I wish Luca's like them. I wish Luca won't feel uncomfortable when he's with me. I wish I too, just like earlier's happening... He ran away because I'm such a dork. We're almost getting chill and I just blew it all up by slipping that I know things about his secret admirer.

I sigh once again. My faith is so stressing. Angry... Sad... Happy and overwhelm was swarming my brain and chest. Angry because Luca tried to block me on the phone. Sad because he feels uncomfortable when I'm around. Happy because he asked me out to get coffee with him, and overwhelmed because of those shits.

The beehive was delicately peaceful even though their armies are still walking around. One thing I can possibly see is that they were so formed, formed as if they're all completely connected blood and soul. I was so mesmerized.

"Why are you still up?" Suddenly our head maid asked upon acknowledgement. I look around and saw her carrying a trey, with a cup of I don't know liquids on it.

"I just can't sleep, Jess." I told her.

"Just be careful with those bees, boy. They don't bite, but they sting." Yes, she's right. After she said that, she vanished off the doorway. Leaving me free to do what I wanted.

I don't really have any explanation why I'm here, but maybe... Presents made people happy...

So that's my plan. To give Luca a peace offering as I grab my phone from where it was commonly found; 'our pockets' so I can do what I needed to do.

Do you really wish on unblocking this number?

Yes | No

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Positively, and absolutely YES.