Sleeping With Ghosts

Mikey

Brian had me lay down on the bed as he removed what was left of my clothing. It was hard to imagine he was, in fact, a ghost. It felt like I was with a real flesh and blood human being. The way his fingers were caressing my torso, one hand lightly pinching a nipple (which I groaned at) it didn't seem to mesh with me. Brian leaned down and started kissing my neck, his tongue teasing my jugular vein. I sighed as he did this and muttered, "Mmm... Like that." "You'll like this better." He whispered, then nipped the skin. He bit down, not hard or anything but enough to make me cry out. His hand clapped over my mouth as he started sucking my flesh through his teeth.

He pulled back and smiled down at me, a dreamy look on his face. Meaning he looked like he'd just dropped acid or something. His hand slid up into my hair as he kissed me again, his tongue delving into my mouth to deepen it. I moaned and grasped his shoulder, pulling him closer. My hips bucked up as his ground down into mine, this wasn't bad. This wasn't bad at all. He was holding my wrists now as he slid down my body, kissing a trail to my lower abdomen. Brian looked up at me and bit the skin there too, making me cry out. I could feel it, I was getting hard and I shuddered as his head moved even lower and kissed the head of my cock.

"God I love virgins... Especially boy virgins. I could just suck you a little and you'd blow your load right here. So easy to stimulate. It's not a bad thing baby, just makes my job easier." Brian said softly. His tongue flicked out and Brian licked the slit on my head, making me throw my head back. "Ohmigod..." I muttered. "See, that's what I mean." Brian replied. "Not an insult if it's true." I told him. "You're easier to get on with than Gerard at least... Now hang on baby, I'm going to do something really special for you."

He lifted one of my legs, and I had to bite on my own hand to keep from screaming. His tongue was inside me! Oh God it felt so damned good, and so damned wrong... But the good overpowered that. I could feel it slithering inside me and I was writhing on the bed, both hands clasped into the sheets as he did this to me. I arched my back and moaned. I was suddenly afraid of my parents finding me, but then I remembered they were out and wouldn't be back until the next morning. I moaned again, this time louder as Brian's hand began to stroke me.

"Oh Christ... Don't fucking stop! OhmiGOD!" I gasped. But against my wishes, he did stop. He pulled away from me and sat up, letting my leg drop. I was practically in tears as he stared at me. "Why'd you stop?" I asked him. "Don't fret love... I'm going to fuck you now. And don't be afraid, I'll be gentle." Brian replied. He spread my legs and I felt the head of his cock teasing my entrance. I had a sudden thought. "WAIT! Don't we need lube?" Brian kissed my cheek and said, "One of the perks of being in my condition is you never need lube." Without another word he thrust in.

He moved slowly, almost too slow, but he was right he didn't need it. It felt like he'd used it already, how easily he was sliding in. But that didn't mean that this didn't hurt. I was biting my lip hard, eyes screwed shut as he finally buried himself in me, to the hilt. His fingers massaged my hips as he cooed, "Stay calm baby, adjust... Such a good boy." I sighed and just lay there, trying to get used to the feeling. I guess it didn't take long because I started to squirm against him a bit. He took that as his hint and thrust in again, harder this time.

I screamed, out of joy and delight at his actions. This didn't feel good, it felt great! I tried to grab his waist and pull him down harder but my fingers went through him. I was puzzled but too delirious from pleasure to care. He pulled my hips up against him and was pounding hard into me. I almost felt like I was completely off the bed. When I opened my eyes and looked to the side, I realized I was. I could feel hands touching me all over now, all of them somehow Brian's. Hands pinching my nipples, stroking my cock, playing with my balls... I was moaning again, begging Brian to go harder.

He complied, laying into me. I was bucking my hips and screaming, none of this making sense but God help me I didn't care, I just wanted to come! It was cresting inside of me, this sensation. I was close, so close... Brian stepped up his actions, the hands still all over me. Soothing me, touching me, oh God this was never going to end and I was going to die right here. When the orgasm first hit I thought I had died, it felt that good. Brian still rode me as I spilled my seed against him, my head falling back and a groan dying in my throat. As I started to come down, I literally felt myself coming down, being placed on the bed.

Brian was stroking my hair, saying how happy he was he'd made me feel good. "What about you?" I said weakly. "Baby, I'm a ghost, I can't feel that kind of thing anymore." "That... sucks." "Yeah." "The hands... wha?" "I did that, it's one of my special tricks. I actually got the idea from an Anne Rice book as sad as that is." I laughed a bit and he chuckled, nuzzling me a bit. "I'm going to attend to your brother now Mikey... Get some rest." Brian said, and he was gone. I felt cold so I slipped under my blankets, but not before cleaning myself off with a dirty t-shirt. I slipped into sleep, very easily.

There, a long long chapter with sex, will someone review this now?