I got Fucked by a Ghost Pt. 12

I got fucked by a ghost 12.

Tomas and I had texted back and forth frequently after our Saturday evening dinner and blow jobs. As exciting as it was to know I did it, the moment had gone by so fast. It was like I was there staring at it, slurping up and down on it, then bam, he came. And I surely don't suggest he is a "two-minute man" or anything like that. I would think it was more like 8 or 10 minutes I was going down on him, but it still was over and done, faster than I would have liked. It truly left me wanting more.

I can't even begin to describe how scary, unusual, or different it was giving a blow job. Yet, just as all those issues were present, they were accompanied by excitement, interest, desire, and a willingness to do so. All those times years back when John first entered my life and introduced me to something so wild and uninhibited, all the times I sucked his dick, only to move on with life after I left that house. Now, coupled with his reemergence and our more recent experiences, was leading me to experience more.

Thomas and I had plans to meet Saturday evening at his place to watch a baseball game, have a few beers, and eat some Filipino BBQ. I was looking forward to it. As much as I wanted to masturbate thinking about him, or watch more gay porn, I was trying to refrain from any self-pleasures and build it all up for that night. As much as I was focused on him, I was also concerned that John hadn't appeared since Saturday night either. I wasn't necessarily calling for him, but I was surprised, because since moving into my new place, it seemed like every second or third day he'd visit. And now that it was Wednesday night and I sat on my couch in my shorts and t-shirt, chatting with Tomas and other friends by text, he hadn't come.

I was still keeping my newfound sexuality and interest to myself. I didn't have many friends left in my life, and the ones I did have, I shared with my ex. I wanted to tell people that I was changing. I wanted to know that I had their support. That they were okay with my newly discovered sexual choices. And I'd hoped that a monthly retirement dinner would give me my chance. You see, for many years, several retired news professionals--writers, anchors, or publicists--would gather for dinner once a month. It was our "retiree dinner," and I looked forward to each one. It was usually my time away from my wife, sitting with men and women whom I had worked alongside or in conjunction with at the newspaper where I was employed.

This month's meeting was no different; except for the seven of us who sat around the table, enjoying food, conversation, memories, and new life experiences, we were all hanging on my words as I continued to share how I had moved into my new place and was starting my life over.

I wanted to tell them all. I wanted to let them know I was starting to date a man and that we shared an intimate moment in the front seat of his car just days prior. In my mind, I knew I could never explain John, and somehow, even if I did, I knew they would probably think I was nuts. As much as I was jumping with excitement to scream out, to tell them I had sucked dick and I liked it, I kept it inside and just blamed my recent separation on feelings of drifting apart. I tried. I honestly did, but I could never find the words, or the right moment, so as disappointed as I was, I just kept it to myself.

When I arrived home and entered the lobby of my building, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I stopped by my mailbox, retrieved my letters, and was fumbling through the mail, awaiting the elevator to take me up to the fourth floor to get to my unit. As the elevator doors opened and I walked in, the lights flickered. I didn't think anything of it, as I turned around, faced forward, and pushed button 4.

As the elevator started going up, the mail was knocked from my hands. The lights flickered again, and an immense amount of force was thrust onto me, knocking me to my knees. As I knelt, my mouth was forced open, something grabbed the top of my hair just above my forehead, leaned my face backwards and I felt a hard dick rammed into my mouth. I gagged as it went all the way back. The seconds in time seemed like slow motion as I felt the elevator still rising, yet not reaching my destination.

I had not felt that cool breeze I associate with John. This wasn't some warm, soft romantic seduction. If this were John, he had forced me to my knees, pulled my head to the correct height, and rammed his hard dick into my mouth.

The next thing I remember was being at my door, fumbling with my keys to get the door open, as if all cognitive thought, space, and time had vanished. Once inside, my overcoat was ripped from my arms. I was elevated off the floor, and my pants and underwear were pulled down off my body, with them dangling off my left foot. I had one shoe on and one shoe off. When I was released from being suspended in the air, I was pushed down onto my knees again. My mouth forced open again and a hard dick slid inside of it. I was being face fucked by a spirit, that I truly hoped was John. That someone how in all of this I hadn't summoned any other gay spirits to come fuck me, as they saw fit.

I could feel the size and girth of it and believed it was John, but I had no other indication. I knelt getting a dick rammed in and out of my mouth for minutes on end. As excited as I was, I would have liked it better if it had been more romantic, softer and loving, but either way, the more that dick slid in and out of my mouth, the harder my dick became. A force grabbed my left arm manipulating it down towards my dick, making me grab a hold of it to stroke myself. I was slurping and sucking, while my hand was jacking myself off.

When the dick was pulled from my mouth, I whimpered out, John, is this you?" Please, say it's you. Give me a sign."

Just after I asked, a picture that hung on the wall adjacent to my door fell to the floor. I took comfort in believing it was John. For some reason, I just hadn't felt like it had before.

I didn't know where he was, I didn't know what his plan was, but as I was veering around in the darkness of my unit, the only light emanating was the courtesy light over the stove I left on and a small crack of light coming from under the door to my unit, I felt wetness appear on my asshole. It was like a ghoulish lube, or even spit, had been placed there, and before I could even accept where this was going, my torso was thrust face down onto the cold tile floor.

John's dick entered into my ass with one deep long push. He started sliding in and out of me, as he had before and as much as I was liking being fucked, I felt this was a bit more forceful and degrading as he had ever been.

I was enjoying him being inside of me and pleasing me as only he has. But I was also very concerned because he had never acted this way before. Was he mad that I had given Tomas Head? Was he jealous that I liked it and wanted more? Was this to show me, his dick was the only dick I was going to be getting?

John continued ramming me so hard and deep that I forgot all about those thoughts, as my dick got so hard. Stretching out so far that it felt like the skin was being pulled from my body. "Fuck," I moaned out in pleasure as he continued ramming his big hard dick deep inside of me.

As the pumping gained momentum, my desire to be filled with cum increased. As he pumped, pumped, and pumped, I knew he was getting close. Within seconds, he thrust in very hard and deep and stopped. I knew he was cumming. I could feel the pulsing and quivering of his dick deep with me. I figured he had had enough and had gotten what he came to get. But before I could even recover from the pounding I just had taken, my body was thrust upwards again. As soon as I was upright, a dick slid right back into my mouth.

This time, it felt bigger and had more girth, and it gagged me each time it hit the back of my throat. This time, it felt different. I knelt, unable to move, gasping, feeling my gag reflex turning my stomach. My eyes watering, yet my cock so hard, that it felt like it was being stretched beyond its physical limitations. Minute after minute, I was gasping for air as I was being forced to suck cock, but as scary as it was, I was loving every second.

When the dick finally pulled from my mouth I was bent over again, and the dick was rammed up inside my ass. It felt bigger, longer, and thicker, and was pumping me slowly and deeply at first, but then harder and faster with every passing second. I couldn't contain myself.

Being fucked once and being filled with cum was a turn on, but now after giving head again, I was being ass fucked even more. I was so aroused that I began twitching. The buildup was incredible. I could feel my dick throbbing, pulsing, just needing one touch to make it cum. As the dick pounded my tight ass, I started feeling oozing at the tip of my dick. Seconds later, I started squirting my cum all over the floor. With each pump of this big hard dick in my ass, squirts of cum came shooting out of me. I felt more feminine in that moment than I had at any other time with John, let alone my recent blow job with Tomas. I was now begging for more.

I became overwhelmed, oversensitive, like a sissy little bitch begging for more. I cried out;

"Put it in my mouth again."

"Fuck me harder!"

"Cum on my face," dribble from my lips.

Even though I was cumming, while the dick was sliding in and out of me, made me want more, from John, or whoever it was. I couldn't get enough of this cock. When I felt the thrusting stop, believing I was being filled with cum again, the sensation and thoughts made me ooze out even more of my own cum. When everything finally stopped, and the dick withdrew from me, I was let go of this powerful force holding me in place. I was finally free to move, and everything hurt. My face hurt, my throat hurt, my ass was numb and my innards felt like a two foot long, thick cucumber had rearranged me.

I fell to the floor and rolled into a little ball. The tile was cold, but comforting on my face, as my dick was slowly retreating, becoming flaccid and in a flash out the light and the sound of glass shattering, I was left all alone.

I tried swallowing my spit a few times, but the rawness of my throat from being gagged made it sting. My pants were still balled up, clinging to my left foot. My dress shirt was still on, but was twisted up around the top of my stomach. I fell asleep, waking up hours later, shivering on the cold, sticky floor. I somehow managed to make it to the bathroom, peed, and went to bed.

As much as I hurt the next day, I had the biggest smile on my face all day long. I had truly been forced to have sex. I do believe the first time was John. But I was starting to suspect the second was another spirit that was with him. I couldn't say for sure. Maybe it was his payback for seeing me blowing Tomas. Perhaps someone else had been summoned. Maybe I was to become every gay ghost's fuck toy. I believe that second dick was bigger and longer than Johns. So perhaps I was the suck and fuck toy of Thursday night. Either way, to realize I had sucked dick twice, and had it in my ass twice in one night was invigorating.

I spent all day thinking about it. I wanted it again. I wanted to be n my knees sucking two dicks. Maybe sucking one and being fucked by the other. I almost didn't care if someone else had come with John. Perhaps that's how it was meant to unfold. I was hoping that night as I lay in bed I would be taken again by two gay spirits, or at least one who wanted to fuck twice. It took every bit of my willpower not to jack off while fantasizing about these desires.

I wanted to call Tomas and tell him to come over, I wanted to suck his cock. I wanted his cum again. I wanted everything I could get. But I had to wait.

In the long run, I did go to Tomas' place on Saturday night, and after dinner and a couple of beers, we were both absolutely naked. This time I really got to see what his dick looked like. How long it was and how nice it was to suck it again. Coupled with the fact that he sucked mine. Our time together was a long, slow, deliberate engagement, with us going back and forth taking our times sucking each other's dicks. One I will never forget. After he got off, I began to love the feeling of him cumming in my mouth. It was such a turn-on.

We started fooling around again before I left, but both of us were so tired and drained that even though our spirits were into it, our bodies and energy weren't. I was incredibly aroused and excited that I got to suck his dick that night. And I fucking loved it. Even after I left, I couldn't wait to see him again, so that I could suck his dick again make him cum.

I'll tell you more as we keep digging deeper into my newfound homosexual experiences with John and Tomas. All I knew back then, is that I was getting dick, and I loved every second of It.