I got Fucked by a Ghost Pt. 07

I got fucked by a ghost 7.

Weeks had passed since my visit from John when he fucked me in the shower. I began to wonder if he was there to reconnect, get himself off, or open my eyes to things I had known, just never faced. On countless nights, I'd find myself masturbating like a young man in my bed, on the couch, in my home office, or my car. Almost anytime I got hard, my hand was wrapped around my dick.

Thoughts of John, gay sex, men, and cum consumed my thoughts. It was like a light switch had been flicked in my head. All I wanted to do was suck dick. I wanted to feel cum sliding down my throat. Those thoughts made me want a real man behind me fucking me hard like John had. Just like the thoughts I started to develop all those years back during my first experiences with John, now we're all so enhanced that I couldn't believe how aroused they got me.

I was always on the lookout for that cool breeze coming over me because at least I knew he was there, and I would be able to engage with him again. But day after day passed without feeling anything closely related to a cool breeze. That is, until a wild awakening in the wee hours of the morning when I was taken right on my bed as my wife slept silently next to me.

It was a dark, dreary, rainy night, and we both went to bed early. The usual routine played out, and before long, the wife was dead asleep with her magazine resting on her chest. I removed the magazine, slid her glasses from her face, shut off her nightstand table light, and settled myself in. I fell asleep rather quickly, but two hours later, I was awakened by strange echoing noises inside our room.

At first, I thought we might have left the TV on downstairs, and I was hearing whatever show was playing, but as I came to, I realized there were no lights on. There was no flickering light from the TV emanating down the hallway, and the noises continued to repeat themselves softly. It was a weird, ghostly sound, I had never heard before or since.

Now, I know this sounds like something out of a sci-fi movie, but I promise you, as I sit and tell you this, within seconds of hearing those repeating noises, a spotlight hit me. Illuminating me. The air inside my room swirled fiercely, and the room grew cooler as a breeze ran across my face. I had no doubt it was John, and he had finally returned. I felt my body being pinned down by a force I had never sensed before. The blankets lifted off my body and were tossed aside, piling up on my wife. It was as if someone had walked into our room, pulled them off me, and thrown them onto her.

The blinding light I saw dimmed, and I felt John's body pressed against mine. I felt his lips hit mine. And what may have looked like me lying there French Kissing the air was, in all reality, me involved in a deep, passionate kiss with him. I could feel the wetness of his tongue. I felt the pressure of our mouths pressed together. As quickly as that kiss came, was as quickly as I felt my dick start getting hard. Moment after moment, our heads rocked back and forth, our tongues swirled, and our passion ignited.

When I felt his weight come off of me, my pajama top was thrust upwards to my neck. His hands rubbed my skin. His mouth sucked on my nipples. As much as I feared that the wife would wake up to see some weird activities going on, I was pinned down. I was unable to move from the neck down, to resist, or even speak loud enough to wake anyone.

John was seducing me--this time, with force and assertion. I was left speechless, aroused, and more than willing to be a participant in his sexual aggression. I saw the light get brighter when John lifted himself off me, and my body was levitated off the mattress. While hovering in the air, all I could do was turn my head. I looked down, and even though I was probably only about 12 inches off the mattress, it felt so high that as I looked down upon my wife, she seemed to be several feet away.

I felt my pajama bottoms being pulled off. My underwear followed suit seconds later. My legs were forced open, and I felt John's hands on my skin. John's mouth encompassed my dick. I felt the wetness slide all over my shaft as he started bobbing up and down over it. I was held in this position, hovering over my bed, naked, getting my dick sucked, all while I felt the spiritual, pervasive presence unlike anything else I had ever felt before. My asshole tingled, and my dick was harder than I could have ever imagined. I was absolutely loving being manhandled and receiving the blowjob I was getting. Just as John started lowering me onto the bed, the illuminated light dimmed.

As soon as my back rested down on the mattress, I felt John's body crawl up onto my chest as if he were sitting on my ribs. My mouth popped open by force, and his hard dick was rammed into it. I laid back, frozen, motionless, as he face-fucked my mouth with his thick dick. I was being forced to give head, all while my wife lay clueless, asleep next to me. I couldn't believe then, just as I don't believe now, that she did not wake up to see me naked, my dick sticking upright, firm, hard, all while my mouth was open looking like I was ready to suck cock. But she didn't, and truthfully, I almost wished she would have so that she could have seen the pleasure I was getting in giving John a blow job as he hovered over my body. Not that she would have seen John, because I never saw him. But the impression would be there.

When John pulled his dick from my mouth, I felt his body edge down off of me and onto the mattress between my legs. With great force, my legs were thrust up onto my chest, with enough momentum that the top of my head struck the headboard. I felt John push my legs out slightly sideways, and before I could even get acquainted with this position, his dick was deep inside my ass. This time, he pushed in with such power that I felt pain and discomfort.

But I couldn't move. I couldn't adjust. I was at his will tonight. Briefly painful or not, he was going to be fucking me in the ass until he came. John pumped hard and fast, harder and faster than he ever had before, and as I got used to him being in there, the pain and discomfort subsided, and the pleasure began.

My dick got rock hard again. He loosened up his hold on me, and I shifted my head sideways to see the back of my wife's head as she lay still asleep while my legs were pinned at my chest and my ghostly lover's dick was deep in my ass. Knowing she wasn't being woken, I whispered out, "John, fuck me hard."

I wasn't afraid anymore. I didn't want to hide my desires. I wanted his dick inside of me, pumping me while I lay there, legs up, taking every inch of his hard dick for minutes on end. I became more and more aroused with each pump. I felt myself getting closer and closer to cumming as he continued railing me deep in the middle of the night, right in my bed. I wanted to increase my body's movement. I wanted to suck his dick more. I wanted him sucking mine.

"John, give me my hands," I asked of him. As I felt the force release my arms.

I felt his torso press down onto mine. His tongue slipped inside my mouth as he continued pumping while I wrapped my arms around him. I couldn't get enough. I just wanted to be holding him while he fucked me. I just wanted this feeling to continue. I needed that dick inside of me. It was a pleasure that I was only beginning to understand, but one that I would continue to discover. I wanted to be in him. I wanted to feel his cum on my face. I hoped he'd put me on my knees and keep pounding my ass until I begged him to stop.

The more he pumped, the more we kissed, the more I felt my dick tingling, pulsing and getting ready to cum. The more he pumped me, while being pinned under him, made me feel more feminine than I had ever felt before. Words would slip from my mouth like, "John. Yes, John. Oh my god, John. Fuck my ass. Make me cum."

The overall sensation of being there, feeling his dick slide in and out of me, enhanced moments of pleasure. I started to understand what a woman feels like when her man is pressed on top of her and his hard dick is pumping her wet pussy. I believe I felt those same pleasures. It was a slow build-up, with the tip of his dick hitting sensitive parts deep inside me, making me want to cum. I desired to wrap my legs around him. I wanted to cum, while he was pumping me. I wanted to dig my nails into his skin and scream out as I got off.

Throughout this lovemaking session, I understood why he was truly here. We were perfect for each other. We weren't physically together in the usual way that two lovers are. However, in every other way, he fulfilled my pleasures and desires. We were just strained by the boundaries that I was still alive and he wasn't. However, destiny had somehow brought us together. When I bought that house all those years ago, he came. When I needed his love and affection the most, he came. Now that I needed him again, he came. And through it all, even back then, I loved sucking his dick, and I believed he loved fucking me.

Suddenly, it hit me like a sign from the skies. I loved dick. I liked giving head. I liked being fucked. I enjoyed lying there, getting pounded in the ass. Feeling as if I was seconds away from squirting my load all over my stomach, which confirmed what I had already known but could never admit, I wanted dick. I was turning towards men. And John was here to guide me to it. It was an instinct that had been there the whole time. Deep inside of me, since John first took me to that old house, but one I had never accepted. With each thrust of his hard dick inside of me were the pumps that were bringing me closer to only wanting cock. I began to understand. To want and need more than just a fling. Or the occasional cock in my ass or dick in my mouth. I was changing.

As all the thoughts raced through my head, my acceptance growing, my heart racing, and being pleasured as I had never truly understood before, John brought me back to reality when he started pumping harder and deeper. I was squealing and whimpering like I had never squealed or whimpered before. Loud, vocal moans and groans were coming out. One right after another. I was waiting for him to cum deep in my ass so that I could cum with excitement right onto my stomach.

"Yeah, baby, cum in me," flowed from my mouth as I finally had my body free of his tight bond, and I was holding onto the back of his arms at his triceps.

"Keep fucking my ass! Cum inside of me." Rolled across my tongue, time and time again.

I started rocking back and forth in sync with his movements, allowing him to ram it in deep. The sounds of squishy sex noise, skin slapping, and my moans filled the room.

"Fuck me!" I cried out as I felt pre-cum start oozing from the tip of my dick.

I swear to you, on my mother's grave, when he pumped as hard as deeply as he could, just milliseconds before he came inside of me, I swear I heard him grunt just as he stopped pushing. I felt the tip of his dick deep inside of me shaking, pulsing as I knew he was shooting his cum deep inside of me. It almost scared me to hear his voice, but it made me realize that if I did hear him, he would have been grunting in pleasure as he got himself off fucking me.

"Please don't stop," I begged him as I started rocking my hips, almost doing reverse crunches the best I could to feel him sliding in and out until I finally came all over my stomach.

I squealed aloud. Loud enough that I would have thought the neighbors would have woken up. But what surprised me the most was that as I started cumming, I blurted out, "I love cock." All while feeling my dick pulsing and squirting as his dick was still lodged deep in my ass.

When John withdrew his hard dick, my ass felt wet, open, and ready for more. He lay down beside me for a while, just along my side. His hand reached out and held my hard dick just as I was reaching out to find his. We kissed deeply, and I really hoped for more. I felt I needed more. I wanted to give him another blow job. I wanted him back inside of me. But as I lay there pressed comfortably against his body, the lights that were illuminating me disappeared, darkening the room, and I fell asleep before I even felt him leave.

I awoke to my wife barking out at me that it was "10 o'clock in the morning." Was I ever going to get up? I was deep under the covers, and my first reaction was that she had caught me naked in bed, cum all over my stomach, after hearing me yell out, "I love cock," just as John had gotten me off.

But somewhere in the middle of the night, after John left, I must have gotten dressed because I was back in my pajamas. Or, by some mystical, otherworldly ability, he put me back in my pajamas just before he left. However, I could feel the dry sticky cum on my stomach, so I knew he had left that little reminder for me.

After she walked away from our bedroom door, I sat up, looked up at my ceiling, and whispered, "Thank you. John." Just before I stood up and made my way downstairs. I felt different that morning. I felt alive. My ass hurt like hell, and I could feel my dick was still plump, full, and ready to go again, but I felt completely transformed. I decided it was time for a change.

Over the next few weeks, I accepted it was time for me to meet a man. As much as I enjoyed this reconnection with John, I wanted to see the person I was sleeping with. See the person's dick I was holding or sucking on. To look into their eyes as we made love. I had a brief thought of ending my life to be with John, but I had children, a nice house, and plenty of life left to live, so I decided to sign up for gay dating on websites. I believed that was the better alternative. I also started consulting an attorney to file for a divorce. I realized that if I wanted to start dating men or find someone I wanted to date, I had to let my wife go.

I did go see a therapist to make sure I wasn't losing my mind. That all of this was real. She (my doctor) told me of numerous documented stories of women being seduced by male or even female ghosts. She further spoke of a client she had who was visited by a lesbian spirit who turned her into a lesbian. But in that case, she said she actually saw the ghost, as if it were real. However, I was the first case she knew of where a gay ghost had seduced a man. She was intrigued and began seeing me more frequently to help me through my change and hear further stories about John. I think it turned her on to hear me say, "I liked sucking dick and being fucked." I have no doubt she played with her pussy, late at night after our visits. Because the look in her eyes during our conversations was one of complete arousal, excitement, and desire.

In the midst of all this, John visited me many more times. He continued to take me at his will, and I was always a willing participant. He even sucked me off while driving home from my second gay date. And I have no doubt he was in the car when I gave my first blow job to the man I was very interested in, after we had dinner and drinks at one of the local chain restaurants.

It was very wild driving home that night. All the excitement of finally doing it and coming to terms with my sexual desires was invigorating. Even though I had cheated on my wife, which I felt bad about, knowing I had sucked a man off put a smile on my face that was immeasurable. It was a pleasure walking into my home that night and seeing the condescending, suffocating, loveless woman I married whine about being alone, all while I was out. Of course, she thought I was out with an old co-worker for dinner, but in reality, I was sucking a dick and discovering my new sexual lust.

However, on that night, nothing she could have said or done would have been able to break my spirit. I was even more enlightened as I laid in bed next to her, getting aroused again, thinking about giving that blowjob that got me so turned on that I went into the bathroom and jacked off until I came all over the floor. I hope John was watching that.

She was in for a much bigger surprise sometime down the road when I filed for divorce and moved out. She popped in unexpectedly weeks later at my new place and caught me giving head to my gay lover while. OOPS...

However, through all the changes, John and I continued to move forward. Now that I was alone in my new condo and had all the time in the world, his visits increased. And outside of getting fucked by my new boyfriend for real, I was still at John's beck and call whenever he wanted it. It was a wild few months, to say the least. One guy fucking me I could see, and one that I couldn't. It was a chain of events that I would have never foreseen. I went from no men and my loveless marriage, to two dicks pleasuring me. Let me tell you more about the divorce, my new BF, and John in the next few chapters.