I got Fucked by a Ghost Pt. 13

I never owned a sex toy until I lived alone. Even after all those years of marriage, my wife and I never purchased anything. No fury handcuffs, a butterfly, a sex swing, or a set of erotic dice. Nothing. So, when I moved out and got situated, and came to terms with the fact that I liked being penetrated, my only alternative (at the time) was to buy a dildo. I surely wasn't brave enough to buy one in person at a porn store, so I did some online shopping, ordered a few, because I wasn't sure of the sized and girths and patiently waited my deliveries. But I am getting ahead of myself.

As much as Tomas is a big part of this story, my life still revolved around having sexual intercourse with a ghost. But I was broadening my horizons. John was visiting me more frequently, and the sexual intercourse was continuing and becoming more arousing and satisfying. I was just at the turning point of my life, just in the initial phases of dating a man, and with the upcoming weekend plans with Tomas, I was hoping to get another opportunity to suck dick again. I was still outwardly acting as if everything was normal, that nothing had changed, but deep inside, I had longings for sexual experiences I had yet to fulfill. However, before I move on to using dildos, let me tell you about Saturday night at Tomas' place.

Late Saturday afternoon, after I showered, I was standing in my bedroom naked, trying to figure out what to wear to Tomas' house. My dick hung between my legs, partially hard and I was excited that in just about an hour, I would be by Tomas' house, eating, watching a game and hopefully engaging in homosexual sex.

I couldn't even begin to describe the number of fears, apprehension, and concerns I had. Yet they were all accompanied by thoughts of excitement, willingness, and a desire to do it. There were so many desires to touch him and continue experimenting with sexual desires with a man. You have to remember that even though I was still experiencing sex with John, those experiences, as strong and true as they were, were never with a man I could see, hear, taste, or touch. So, as excited as I was, there was also a boatload of thoughts on what could go wrong.

I had never had Filipino BBQ before, and I had never been alone with a man in his house. Especially one that I was starting to build a sexual relationship with. My heart was racing when I rang the bell, and he answered the door. I was uneasy at first, but he made me feel comfortable as the day progressed. When the delivery guy came and dropped off the food, the smell was amazing. The food was warm, tender, and spicy, and went down smooth.

As Tomas and I sat on the couch after eating, watching the game, and sipping cold beer, I had feelings come over me that I had never had before. As much as I felt out of place in a new, completely out-of-the-ordinary situation, I also felt just as excited. I always had a flood of emotions within me, especially during those first few times I was with him. Tomas was really into watching the Dodgers play, and every time they did something good, he would clap and applaud. His passion for the team was comforting to me.

As involved with the game as he was, when he finally rested back in his seat and calmed down as his favorite team was winning the game, Tomas slipped his hand into mine. I looked over to him as he turned his head to look at me, and I felt warm and safe at that moment.

When he leaned over to kiss me sometime later, I could feel the passion in his kiss. It was soft and gentle. I wasn't rushed or overbearing. He was showing me his interest and desire in a loving, caring way. The first time we kissed that day, as much as I took it in and felt okay with it, I didn't get those giddy, butterflies in the stomach moment, but after he edged over, rested is head on my shoulders and kept his hand cupped with mine, I started to get those feelings.

The second kiss was ever better than the first. Even though the game wasn't over and sunset had not fallen just yet, when we sat face to face, almost chest to chest, kissing, I started to get really hard. I had accepted that dating a man was where I needed to be, and whether we would last or move even further forward was yet to be determined. But as he kissed me and cupped my hand tighter, I felt his passion. I was more than willing to be here with him.

I slipped my hand between his legs and rubbed up and down over his dick and balls. I felt he was just as excited and aroused as I was. When he let go of my hand and slid his arm around the back of my neck, positioning himself more toward me and putting his hand between my legs, I knew there was no turning back. We were deeply engaged in kissing and rubbing each other's dicks and in the next upcoming minutes, I had no doubt we were going to go further than kissing.

Tomas pulled my shirt off and was rubbing up and down my chest, playing with my nipples and sensually getting me more aroused. I was so hard that I felt I was going to rip the material on my khakis. He pulled his shirt over his head and pulled my face to his chest. I got the hint and sucked on his nipples for few seconds each, as my hand was still caressing his dick.

I unbuttoned his shorts and slid my hand deep inside of them feeling his stiff cock being held down by his underwear. I was so invigorated by the feeling of his stiff shaft in his pants. Just a brief time into it, I was pulling his underwear away from his waist and sliding my hand down into them. His hard dick popped into the palm of my hand and I moaned at the feeling of holding it. Tomas slid his hand into my pants freeing my dick from being pressed down in my shorts. I had an overwhelming feeling of lust as we kissed and lightly jerked each other off. I couldn't begin to tell you where the lust of holding a dick in my hand came from, but it was amazing feeling a hard dick.

I wanted it. I wanted to suck it. I truly wanted it in my ass, but this was only our second time fooling around. I was concerned about rushing things, about the proper precautions and of course, taking it in the ass from a real person, versus my ghostly lover.

When I felt brave and eager enough, I slid off the couch. I helped Tomas remove his pants and underwear and slid up between his legs looking at his hard dick sticking upright and out away from his loins. I knelt my head down, starring at the tip of his dick getting closer to my face until my mouth popped open and the tip slid right in.

I started slowly sliding up and down the shaft, feeling how hard and stiff it was. I liked the feeling of his dick in my mouth and the more I slid up and down on it, the wetter and slippery it became. I sucked him for a while, taking my time, enjoying every moment of sucking cock and staring to adore the lifestyle I was leaning towards. I was excited to be doing it and even though it felt odd, or out of the ordinary for me, I truly began to feel comfortable sucking his dick. Even though I was inexperienced, somehow, I felt I knew how to suck a dick and wanted nothing more than to please him.

I would pull his hard dick from my mouth and lick up and down on it. Sucked on his balls, as I felt his dick resting on the front of my face. Then slide it back into my mouth and continue bobbing up and down on it. It was exciting giving him head and the more I sucked hard, fast ad deep, the more excited and aroused I was becoming. Like I was feeling someone was sucking mine with the same excitement and passions.

Tomas and I took turns sucking each other, absolutely naked in his front room. It was amazing standing there naked watching him giving me head, knowing his dick was still waiting of my touch. How different and unique it was to be alone with a man, pleasing each other. I was tingly all over each time I had the chance to put his dick back into my mouth. We sicked and licked and jacked each other off until we both came. I swallowed down every drop of his thick, white, hot load and was ready for more, but just as some men are, and surely men at our age, once we were done, we were done.

We spent time cuddling, talking, and simply enjoying each other's company afterward. It was wild to be lying around naked with another man and seeing his dick, feeling his skin. It almost made me feel at home, as if I were destined to be there. Something I had always longed for from John, but was never able to receive. And to know I had sucked dick again and liked it, made the feelings more pleasurable.

After leaving Tomas that night, I was elated that I got to suck dick again. I was excited that I was completely naked with him, and truly got a real good look, taste, and time alone with his dick, without fear of being caught. That our interest in each other wasn't just a hookup in his car, but we were actually continuing to see each other. That I had taken steps forward to continue seeing what it would be like to date a man, and be on my knees giving him head. To know I made him cum and have him do the same to me. All my fears were slowly dissipating, and I was okay being where I was in life. And all of that made the curiosity deeper.

Days after my second experience with Tomas, some of my dildos began arriving. Each box was ripped open with great excitement and enthusiasm as I pulled them out, looked at them, and imagined what it would be like once I had a chance to try them out. Just a year prior, I would have never imagined buying a dildo, yet I was excited to hold it once it arrived. I was nervous about having them in the house, and even though I lived alone and no one would find them, I made sure to hide them well. But before I even ended up using the one I thought would be best, the three of them seemed to be calling my name each night when I went to bed.

My overall hope was another seductive nightly visit from John, that he would come to me. That I wouldn't need the toys. I wanted him to take me. I needed him to be sliding his dick deep into my ass and fucking me to orgasm. That our situation, as strange as it was, could develop further. I felt closer to him than I ever had before. I felt as if he were my new boyfriend--the person who had changed things about me and led me to discover a lifestyle I never expected. Even though I couldn't see him, I loved every minute of his dick in my mouth or in my ass. And I enjoyed it when I would feel his mouth wrapped around mine.

He had tuned me. There was no doubt about that. John opened doors I never expected and probably saved me from the remainder of my life being mundane, loveless, filled with weeks of doldrums that would have preceded me. Some might argue that any other woman could have filled those voids, and you might be right. But it's like he flipped on a switch inside my head, that led me to wanting dick more than pussy. And now with Tomas in the mix and me starting to get real experience, dick was all I wanted.

I was liking my time with Tomas, and I wanted to delve further into it. I still wanted more experiences sucking his dick, but I also knew that gay men fuck each other. So, for me it was truly time to start considering anal sex with him. However, I felt I needed practice, which is why I had bought the dildos. Even though I had taken it from John, connecting with someone who was real, someone I could feel and see, would be different. I needed to be prepared for someone who might have different speeds, depths, and abilities. And I set my sights on spending time alone with my toys and getting ready to enter into the next phase of homosexuality.

When curiosity and hormones got the best of me one evening, I pulled two of the dildos out of their hiding places and lay on my bed. I began imaging that they were John's dick - live and in person - or what Tomas' would look like if he was just a bit longer. Soon into my thoughts, I was rock hard. I was holding my dick in my hand, while I was holding the fake one in the other. Of course, I slid the dildo into my mouth and started sucking on it like it was real, taking every inch of it deep into my throat, all while my fingers lightly caressed my asshole.

It wasn't long until I figured out I could slap the suction cup portion of the bottom onto a clear, smooth book cover and climb up on top of the dildo and push my weight down, until it slid deep into me. I rode the smaller of the two dildos while the other, bigger one lay flat on the bedding. I bounced up and down and felt my dick, which was partially hard, flapping up and down. My knees got weak, and my legs tired quickly, but I wasn't giving up. This was the first time in my life, I had purposely penetrated myself and now in all my glory, in my new pace, naked as can be I was riding a new dildo learning how to take the dick better.

The dildo felt amazing. It was an immediate feeling of pleasure. I could feel it sliding in and out, deep within me, and hitting nervous and erogenous zones. Surprisingly, the one I chose fit perfectly and felt incredible as I continued riding it. I had never felt such a unique and desirable self "back door" masturbation pleasure before and now the exciting thoughts of taking it in the ass from a boyfriend was starting to be clearer and clearer. I was moaning and groaning like I had before from John, but this time I was in control of the speed and depth, how fast or slow I rode it, and through it all, I felt I had crossed a self-pleasure boundary I had never known before.

Just as I was getting closer to cumming while holding my dick in my hand and bouncing up and down, I felt that cool breeze John emits pass across my face. He was here, and I knew he had come just at the right moment.

"John baby, I need you," slipped from my lips as I continued bounding up and down.

One might think id' be embarrassed to get caught, even by a ghost, with a dildo in my ass, but I promise you I wasn't. I needed him, and I was glad he arrived when he did.

As my mouth lay open and moans were coming from it, I felt John's hard dick slide into it. He was thrusting back and forth deep into my throat, as I continued riding my new dildo. I was rock hard, my nipples could cut glass, and I felt more alive than I had in years. Here was my lover, making me suck his dick, while I had a dildo deep in my ass. It was a moment I'll never forget.

I continued riding while sucking on John's cock, until my legs gave out. When I fell back onto the mattress with my legs numb, knees barely able to stretch my legs out, I felt John's lips touch mine. His hand slid down between my shaking legs, because I felt the dildo being slid back and forth, in and out of me. He was pushing it into me. I moaned and groaned, I shifted and rocked and continued kissing him deeply, as he fucked me with the dildo.

I felt the dildo sliding in and out of me under his control, sometimes deep and hard, sometimes slow and gentle. His lips were pressed up against mine. John pushed my legs up and out slightly, and before I could even catch my breath after minutes of the dildo pumping inside of me, he withdrew it and climbed over top of me. I felt a bit of pressure, but his dick slipped right in. I felt his thrusts and pushing, to the point that my body was rocking back and forth on the sheets as his weight was on top of my chest.

I kissed him affectionately, while whispering words of love like,

"John, I missed you."

"I need your dick in me every day."

"John, I love your cock."

Moment after moment, he made love to me. He didn't fuck me hard. He didn't abuse me or force me. Tonight, he made love to me, like a man should make love to his partner. Deep, soft, slow, and romantic. And I couldn't have asked for more.

I reeled in the pleasure of my lubed-up ass having his dick sliding in and out of it and wrapping my legs around his waist, while feeling his wet kiss on my lips. "John, I love you," spewed from me as we kissed deeply and he continued pumping me full of hard dick.

"I need this often, baby." Followed

"I want you to cum in me, I need to feel you cum," Came spewing out time and time again.

There was no doubt. I was falling in love with him. I needed him, and tonight, as he softly and gently made love to me, I realized there was no turning back. This wasn't a phase. I needed him, I needed his dick, I wanted him to be real, and I was destined to be sleeping with men.

John started pumping harder and harder. I felt his hand wrap around my shaft as he started stroking me, as his dick pushed deep inside of me. I was so aroused, so elevated, so enlightened, and feeling like a woman, that I came within seconds. Just feeling the warmth of his hand on my shaft, his abilities, the sensation of love making and his dick being slid in and out of me, sent me over the top. I was whimpering and moaning as I let go, and shot squirt after squirt of cum onto my stomach.

"Fuck me, John. Fuck me." Flew from my lips as his speed and depth increased.

I had finished cumming, but I was so anxious and excited for the moment when he would explode inside of me.

I felt pulsing and thrusting deep inside of me, just a second after he stopped pumping me. I knew he was cumming deep within my ass.

"Yeah, fucking cum in me John! Fucking cum." Bellowed out of me as I knew he was getting off.

Knowing he was getting off made me happier and more aroused than when I came myself. I was in total awe of being fucked. Cumming while being penetrated and the excitement after knowing he had cum deep inside of me. I was like a kid in the candy store, as giddy as could be and overly excited that he had come to make love to me.

John was around for a few minutes after he got off. I swear, I felt the warmth of his breath as he continued kissing me, as his dick was still deep inside of me. After he slid it out, I slowly felt his presence leave. Sex with him was the longing and passion I had come to desire. The act itself was great, but knowing he was coming for me, wanted me, and was showing me a different lifestyle is what made it special. It's what I wanted. It's why I left my wife and started dating Tomas. I needed dick. I needed a different kind of love.

I fell asleep that night knowing I was on the right path. What started off as some fantasies with a new dildo, was nothing short of an amazing night of John fucking me, like I should be fucked. It was now clear to me. I needed toys for experience, but I really needed a true, loving, caring, and sexual boyfriend. I needed to come out. I needed to be true to myself, and I needed to experience more nights like this.

I continued to see Tomas, and I kept receiving frequent visits from John. Some were soft and romantic, others were violent and aggressive. But either way, I was experiencing love, sex, and pleasures I had never known before. I broke down some of my internal walls, ones we all have to protect ourselves. I went out in public more with Tomas, and I had him over to my house. I even slept over at his place a few times, as our relationship developed. I began to appreciate both people in my life. I wasn't trying to be a cheater, or player, but I began to truly understand and admire dick and when the time was right, I let Tomas fuck me in the ass doggie style, util he came deep inside me, taking our relationship to the next level.

I did start telling a few friends about Tomas, the ones I could trust anyway, but I had not yet come out to family, my kids, or some former co-workers. However, that secret was about to be revealed in a way I never wanted it to be. It all came to be exposed the night the ex-wife caught me giving a blow job to Tomas on my front room couch. I will tell you that story in the next chapter. It should be noted that the situation was extremely frightening, uneasy, and tumultuous. One I never expected, but one that finally let me be free of secrecy.