(M/M, fantasy, oral, anal)
"...hhhooohh..." I gasped as I squeezed my hard cock inside of my pants. My eyes were fixed to an old framed black-and-white photograph of a handsome blond Dutch young man. He seemed to smile at me. His body was wrapped in Dutch official uniform. From his face, I guessed that he was still in his early 20 when that photo was taken. He sure looked very hot; I couldn't help grasping my cock.
Yawning, I turned to my watch. It was already midnight, time to sleep. Walking towards my bedroom, I kept thinking of that handsome Dutch stud. The mansion I lived in at then was once belonged to a rich Dutch official during the Dutch occupation in Indonesia. Somehow, when the Dutch were kicked out, my grandpa was rich enough to buy that mansion. For some strange reason, he kept the content of that mansion untouched. Everything there was kept as authentic as possible. Unfortunately, my grandpa had passed away. Yet, in his will, he left the mansion at my care. Thus, I came here to claim my inheritance. For some people, sleeping in an old mansion might be a terrifying experience. But, I had nothing to fear. Ghosts were only made to scare the kids. Being 25, I realized that I was mature enough to stop believing in those irrelevant superstition.
Among all the rooms, I chose the one which I believed once belonged to that handsome Dutch stud. To me, that room had horny aura to help me jack off. Wearing nothing, I crawled up the bed, the same bed which once was used by Johan; I always slept with no clothes on. That night was unusually cold; I had no idea why. Spontaneously, I pulled up my blanket up to my neck, grabbing it tightly. Though the windows were closed, my room was anything but warm. Inevitably, the cold air had erected my nipples. I rubbed them slowly through my T-shirt, feeling uncomfortable. Coiling up on my bed like a cat, I tried to sleep. As to my cock, it always stayed hard no matter the temperature was hot or cold. Stealing a look at the table clock by my bed, I noticed that it was about 1 AM. It did not took me long to fall asleep. Soon, I ha been snoring like a pig.
But all of sudden, I was awaken by a cold touch on my chest. It was as if someone was groping my chest. I told myself that perhaps it was just a dream. Yawning, I was just about to sleep when my cock was suddenly grabbed by a cold hand. I sat up on the bed, terrified. It was neither a dream or hallucination. Someone was actually touching me! Then, something even much stranger happened. I noticed that my mattress was being pressed as if someone had been on my bed. But there was no one at all. I stared in terror as I found hand impressions on the mattress. Terror crawled in my veins just when I realized that I might have encountered a ghost.
Trembling in fear, I wanted to get up and run away, but I was too scared to do that. Instinctively, I threw out a question, "Who is there?!" No answer. Quivering, I managed to get off the bed. My eyes were scanning my room carefully, searching for the mysterious intruder. Suddenly, a hand groped my shoulder from behind. I looked over at my shoulder to see what happened. I could feel the touch, but I could see no hand!
Panicky, I tried to struggle myself free but the force of the hand was stronger than I was. I was so frightened beyond description. The next thing I knew, my body was floating in the air! That kind of new experience of course freaked me out. I tried to scream but my voice was gone. No one could help me! Still floating, I dared not move; I was afraid of falling. Slowly, my body was moved to the bed by invisible force. It laid my body ever so slowly on the soft mattress. Of curse, fear still coursed through my naked body.
A thin mist began to appear in front of me. It was spinning around like cigarette's smoke, forming a shape of a man. The mist got thicker and thicker. And the next second, a figure of a young handsome appeared before me. I could not see him clearly for he was rather translucent and looked bluish. No clothes wrapped his body; he was totally nude. As a ghost, he was quite tall, around 6 feet. Blond, good looking, muscular, he must have been such a stud when he was alive. I found it hard to look away from his solid muscular pectorals. Although fear was still in me, a part of me longed to have sex with that drop dead gorgeous ghost.
The ghost smiled at me, slowly erasing my fear. He opened his mouth and said, "I'm terribly sorry. I must have scared you to death. I didn't mean that."
"Who are you?" I managed to utter. My voice was trembling with fear. "What do you want from me?"
Giving me a gesture that he would never hurt me, the ghost said, "I'm just a lonely ghost." That handsome ghost approached me, floating on the floor. His smile could not conceal bitterness and pain in his eyes. "I want to feel what it's like to have sex with other guy. I know you're gay. I saw you groping your cock when you looked at my picture," he said. At then, it struck my mind that the ghost was Johan, the Dutch guy whose picture I lusted after. "As you know, you live in a house which once belonged to my dad's." His face looked sad when he mentioned the word 'dad'. "My dad was a rough pitiless man. Because of him, I died. You see, one day, I came out to him that I was gay. I told him that I wanted to marry a male friend of mine, a young Chinese trader. My dad freaked out and he confined me in this bedroom. Seeing how hard my father was, I lost hope and decided to kill myself. So, I hanged myself."
Although I was not there when Johan died, but his story made me weep. I could see his whole life like I was watching a movie. Pity grew in my heart. "My God," I whispered, "How tragic." I really felt sorry for that ghost.
"I want to have sex with you," Johan suddenly said, his face looking determined to get what he wanted. "I can never rest in peace before I know the joy of having sex with another man."
"You don't give much choice, do you?" I said, taking some time to think what to do. But then I had decided. "Ok, let's have sex. After all, you're such a hunk. You made me get a boner, you know." To emphasize my point, I stroked my hard cock for him. "But how can we have sex? You're a ghost," I asked, confused.
"It doesn't matter, you'll see," Johan answered, bending towards me. His bluish lips were locked to mine, spreading chilling pleasure to my entire body. Kissing a ghost was quite an experience. It was weird and strange, yet so wonderful. I could only feel something cold on my lips but it was very arousing. I enjoyed it so much. Then I felt that coldness surge into my lips. He was tonguing me! I tongued him back, but it was not easy to kiss cold air. I wanted so much to hug him but I only got air; I couldn't even touch him! As we kept kissing and tonguing, he ran his hand to my dick, giving it ice-cold strokes.
"...aaaahhh..." I moaned with ecstasy, squirming my body. As his body pressed against mine, I could feel cold air wrap my naked body. To my disappointed, I could not touch him at all. Johan's other cold hand traveled across my chest and stomach, stopping momentarily to freeze my erect nipples. Coldness could be such a turn on. My dick was throbbing and got even harder in his invisible hand. Precum flowed out silently, passing through his fingers and running down my shaft. Lying helpless, I let Johan milked my cock like a cow's udder. "..hhhooh... aaahhh... ooohhh..."
"..yeah... I love stroking your hard cock. You like it, don't you... aaahhh..." Johan applied more pressure onto my cock. Roughly, he pulled the foreskin down and exposed my sensitive glans to the cold. Great shudder shot through my body as Johan wrapped my cock head with his freezing hand. Precum literally shot out of cock slit as Johan resumed his stroking and squeezing. Lust filled my body beyond anything that I had ever experienced.
Suddenly, Johan stopped stroking. Grabbing my cock hard with one hand, he used his other hand to grope the cock head. Thrills of pleasure ran through my cock as I surrendered myself completely to that ghost. Yet, suddenly, something icy cold was entering my piss slit. When I looked down to see what happened to my cock, I was amazed to witness Johan's ghostly index finger penetrating my cock slit. In another word, Johan was finger-fucking my cock hole! "...aaarrghhh..." A groan escaped as coldness spread into my urethra. Yet, there was no pain at all; all I felt was pleasure. "...aaahhh... hhhoohhh... aaarrgghh..." There was a little friction between the walls of my urethra and his finger, only to make me even hornier.
"Yeah, cum for me, baby," Johan whispered, bringing his lips to my ears. The speed of his finger-fuck increased. To enhance my pleasure, Johan also used his other hand to stroke my cock. Helplessly, I was writhing on the bed, in ecstasy. The pleasure I received was beyond words to describe. Johan smiled bawdily as he reached out to pinch my nipples. "Oh yeah, I know you're gonna cum. Come on, cum for me. Let me see you cum. Squirt your man juice all over your naked body. Yeah, come on," Johan encouraged me, tightening his grip.
Like a freight train, my orgasm was approaching. My breath got heavier as I almost reached my climax. Suddenly, Johan gave me a hard downward stroke on my hard cock. I groaned, "AAARRGGHH!!!!" Then came my cum. SSPPUURRMM!!! SSPPUURRMM!!! SSPPUURRMM!!! Hot gooey cum shot out like cannonball. Flying in the air for a while, the cum glob then fell back onto my contracting stomach. Another cum glob was shot out and it landed on my stomach, too. Several cum shot followed as I howled out aloud. "HHHOOHH!!! ... AARGGHH!!! ... HHHOOHH!!!.. UUUGGHH!!!" Violent tremor wracked my naked body as orgasm tortured my body. SSPPURRMM!!! SSPPUURMM!!! Johan kept milking me dry; he only stopped when nothing flowed out of the cock slit. With a long "...aaaaahhhh..." I lied there while catching my breath. My chest was heaving up and down, pumping air into the lungs. Even though my whole body was cold, sweat managed to seep put of the pores. The sweat was of course cold one.
Johan had not finished; he lifted my legs and pulled them apart. Cold air was blown into my twitching ass hole. I knew what Johan would do to me; he was going to fuck me. My legs were placed on his broad shoulder. Realizing that my feet could actually touch his shoulders, I reached out my hand, wanting to grope his sculpted pectorals. Yet, to my disappointment, my hand could only go through his body again.
"Hey, why can't I touch you? But you can touch me. Why is that?" I asked in curiosity. Desperately, I really wished that I could have run my hands across his broad rock-hard chest and twisted his nipples.
"You must concentrate on me, then you can touch me." He positioned his dick onto my waiting hole, ready to push it in. "Ready?" I nodded. "I hope I can do it right coz I've never done it before," Johan said, licking his lips. He did seem very eager to fuck me. With that, he thrust his sturdy hips forwards, causing his dick head to plunge into my manhole. I gasped in pain as my hole was stretched. His frozen tool was sliding in and out of my asshole easily, without needing any lube. Cruel coldness shot through my body. I was writhing wildly because of it. It was as if someone had pushed an ice-made cock into me. Yet, I loved that sensation. My precum oozed so much, creating a small pool on my stomach.
"AAARRGGHHH!!! ... AAARRRGGGHH!!! ... OOOHHHH!!!" I could not bear the sensation; it was too great. Johan pumped my ass like crazy. His cock was plunging in and out of my fuck hole. Being horny, I grabbed his strong big arms. At then, I realzied that I culd touch him! It gave me no time to figure out how it could happen. The surge of multiple orgasms washed over me as his dick head kept bumping into my prostate gland. "AARRGGHH... OOOHH..." My body jerking and bucking, I moaned out my ecstasy. "AAARRRGGHH... Keep doing it, Johan.... You're such a fucker.... OOOHHHH!!! YEAH!!! ... AAARRGGHH!!! Fuck me!!! ... HHOOHH..." Instinctively, I thrust my hips forwards, meeting his crotch.
"...HHOOHH... fucking a guy feels so good..." Johan breathed between his heavy breaths. "..HHOHH.. FUCK... yeah, I'm fucking you, baby... AAAHHH... fuck, your ass is tight... UUGGHH... let me drill your ass... AAHHH... wide open... AARGGHH..." As a variation, Johan pulled his cock out completely then shoved it back hard. At times, he would move his cock in circular motion, drilling my ass deeper. And every time, his cock slid in, its head would hit my prostate. Pool of slimy precum was on my belly, dripping from my cock slit. "...HHHOOOHH... tight ass... OOOHH... I love fucking you... AAHHH...."
Having my prostate pounded over and over was beyond my strength. I could not hold my cumming. Boiling man cum was rushing from my balls up to my urethra for the second time. "..AARRGH... I'm cumming... HHHOOHH..." My ahnds squeezed Johan's chest tightly as orgasm took over my body. "AARRGGHHH!!!!" I howled, my body bucking like a stallion. SSPPUURRMM!!! SSPPUURRMM!!! SSPPUURRMM!!! And with each spurt of my cum, Johan would drill my ass deeper. "HHHOOOHH!!! ... AAAHHH!!!!... UUUGGHHH!!!..."
Almost at the same time, Johan began showing signs of cumming. His breath blown to my face was harder. Muscles on his body grew tauter. And his fucking rhythm was harder and faster. "OOOHHHH!!! I'M.... AAARRRGGGHHH...!!! SHIT! CUMMING!!!" And with that, cold sensation filled up my asshole. It was his cum juice! "AAARRGGGHHH!!! ... FUCK!!! ... AARRGGHH!!! ... UUUGGHH!!!" Gallons cum jetted deep into my bowels. SSPPUMM!!! SSPPUURRMM!!! SSPPUURRMM!!! Losing count on how many times he injected me with his cum, I thought I was drowning in his wad. "...aaaahhh... hhhhooohh.... aaahhhh...." Johan kept fucking me until the last drop of his cum was drained. Slowly, he pulled his cold dork out of my gaping hole, panting heavily.
Funny, I thought ghost didn't breath. He was even sweating! I reached out my hand, feeling his wet and hard chest. "You're sweating?"
"There are still lots of things you must learn about ghost," he said, between his heaving breaths. "So, I see that you can touch me now."
"I don't know why it happens. I didn't even try to concentrate," I said, groping all over his solid body. His body was incredible for a ghost like him.
"Maybe you're lucky," he grinned, kissing me. "Now fuck me. I know what its like to fuck a guy, but I still want to know what it's like to get fucked. Will you fuck me now?"
Although I was still tired out from twice cumming, I could never say no to Johan. He was too handsome to resist. As soon as I said yes, Johan eagerly lied on the bed. Without being asked, he took the initiative to spread open his legs, giving me full access to his ghostly fuck hole. Actually, I hesitated for a moment just before I was going to stick my cock up his ass. But finally, I plunged my cock into that bluish translucent ass. The sensation was incredible; it was like fucking an ass made of ice.
"AAARRGGHH..." Johan groaned out, his face showing incredible pain. "...HHHOOHHH... AAARRHHH... HHHHOOOHHH..." Comforting him, I tried to rub his muscular hard chest. When I touched him, I could feel that his body was trembling in pain. Yet, in the same time, he urged me to keep fucking him. "...hhhoohh... aaarrgghhh..."
"...hhhoohh... cold ass... uuugghhh... but very tight... aaaahhh..." I mumbled, closing my eyes to absorb every little sensation received by my cock. My head fell back as I shoved my cock in and out of his virgin ass. Precum slipped out of my cock slit, lubing Johan's anal cavity. When I opened my eyes I could see through his ass and see my cock in action. "..hhhooohh... aaahhh..." I groaned as I felt pressure around my shaft. "...fuck you... aaahhh... fuck... hhhoohhh..." Wiggling my cock, I tried to drill deeper. My cock head hit something but it seemed to bring pleasure to Johan. I knew that I must have hit his joy button.
Wincing between pain and rapture, Johan abandoned himself to the sensation his body felt. Like a male slut in heat, he ran his hands on his own torso. Finding his nipples, he gave hard pinches on them. "aarrgghh... aaaahhhh..." he groaned, deep in his self-stimulating. Next, his hand found the cock. As I drilled his ass well, Johan was busy in milking his shaft. Shiny bluish cock head of his looked so alive, throbbing and pulsating. Translucent precum seeped out of his piss slit, running down the shaft. "...hhhoohhh... fuck me hard... uuugghh.... use my ass... hhhoooohhh... aaahhhh...."
I did fuck him hard, wanting his first fuck to be the best he would ever remember. But fucking a foreign hole like his was not easy. Since the sensation was too great, I was close to cumming again. Johan's ass really milked my cock well, coaxing my fuck tool to give up its cum. "AARRGHHH... shit!..." I cursed, trying to hold back from cumming.
But Johan did not want the fuck to be long. He wanted me to cum soon. "..hhhoohh... come on, stud...aahhh... flood my ass with your jism... aaarrhhh..... cum in my ass.... hhhoohh... let me have your cum.... fuck... aarrgghh...." Reaching forward, Johan twisted my nipples. His other hand moved down to my balls, freezing them with his ghostly touch. "...cum for me, you stud... hhhoohh... come on... fuck... uuuggghh... fuck me...."
"AAARRRGGGHH!!! I'm close...." I warned, panting hard. Sweat dripped down my body owing to the sexual heat I felt. Tension built in my balls suddenly erupted, pushing my cum up to my erect cock and out of my piss slit.. "HHHOOHH!!! SHIT!" I cummed! SSPPUURRMM!!! SSPPUURRMM!!! SSPPUURRMM!!! The orgasm was incredible, added by cold sensation gripping my cock. "AAARRGGHH!!!! ... AAAHHHH!!!... UUUGGHH!!!" Flexing muscles, my body succumbed to the wonderful orgasm. My cock shot the cum in less force, compared to the first cumming. I could see white gooey cum jetted into Johan's rather-transparent bluish bowels.
"..yeah, cum in my ass... hhhooohh... fuck.... screw me... hhhhoohh... aaahhh...." Johan moaned, stroking his cock in fast speed. "...hhhoohh... yeah... cumming.... aaahhhh... keep fucking my ass... HHHOOOHHH!!!!" One big blast of ghostly cum was shot out of his erect cock. It hit my chest, leaving a cold trail of bluish gooey cum. SSPPUURRMM!!! SSPPUURRMM!!! SSPPUURRMM!!! Several other cum shots landed on his bare rippled stomach. Controlled by orgasmic blast, Johan writhed his body as my cock kept releasing my cum. "AAAGGHH!!! ... HHHOOHH!!!.. AAAHHH..."
Weary, I threw my body on top his. My cock was pulled out with a loud sloppy 'PLOP' sound. Coldness greeted my naked sweaty body. The contour of Johan's athletic body felt so good against my bare skin. I hugged him despite the freezing temperature of his body. The cum on our naked body felt slippery against our skin. Breathing heavily, we were lying there for a moment.
Beaming at me, Johan ran his hand through my hair, whispering, "Thank you. Thank you so much for letting me feel this indescribable sensation. It was really good." I replied him with a nod, hugging him tighter. "Now, I can rest peacefully," he added, rolling my body away.
Seeing that he would leave, I desperately hoped that he would stay. "Wait, you're gonna leave me? I thought you'd stay with me"
"I'm truly sorry. I really want to stay here with you, fucking you all the time, but I can't. My place is not here," Johan said, looking very sad. A bluish tear rolled down his handsome face. "You're just like your grandpa. Handsome, caring, lovable... I could not make love to him when I was alive, but at least now I have had sex with his grandson." he rambled on, glancing at me.
Listening that he mentioned my grandpa aroused confusion in me. "My grandpa? Wait, you know him?"
But Johan did not answer me. "Goodbye, and thank you. I'll always remember you." With that, his transparent body was shining brightly. It was so bright that I had to closed my eyes and covered them with my hands.
But when I opened my eyes Johan was not there anymore. My bed was empty. And the room was dark once again, no more bright blue light. Sadness and loneliness suddenly came to visit me. I felt as if I had just lost a best friend, a lover. At then, I caught something sticking out of the old drawer next to my bed. It looked like an old photograph. Curious, I woke up to light up my bed lamp. Taking the photo, I saw two guys posing in it. Johan was one of them, placing his arm around the neck of a Chinese guy. Taking a closer look at the Chinese guy's face, my heart jumped out of its place. He was my grandpa when he was younger; I knew what he looked like. Now, everything finally made sense to me: the mansion, the inheritance, and the ghost of Johan. Putting the photo back into the drawer, I slipped into my bed again. I left the bed lamp on to accompany me. Somehow, I was glad that I could be the one who fulfill Johan's need so that he could rest in peace in the other world.
END
THE DUTCH GHOST