"Seven days..."
Nothing had sent such an electrifying zap down his spine and through his cock than the lusty groan of those wordsâ from the static of the phone licking down his ear.
A week ago, seven days ago to the very hour, he had received a dvd in the mail from the dark web. He had been browsing through Ectoslut, a spectrophilic pornsite with all the ghost-banging he desired, when he saw an advertisement for a "ghost tape" that promised to be haunted by a vengeful spirit starving for dick; honestly, it hadn't scared him in the least as he immediately relinquished twenty bucks for the dvd version, cock in hand at the thought of fucking his own ghost. A vengeful spirit was no different than any other girlfriend he'd had.
Now, he sat in the center of his bed, with only his boxers and socks on as he thumbed himself through the fabricâ waiting for any sign of his precious ghost. The TV in front of him ran the dvd. It showed a well, with a ring of white in a pitch black darkness, before it clipped to a scene of a white figure with long black hair draping over its body. His tongue wiped the drool off his lips. Just the thought of being able to hold that wet black hair, to tug it like reigns as he thrusted into the smooth damp, cold skin... He shuttered.
His watch beeped. His cock twitched. This was it, exactly one week from the moment he first watched the dvd. The TV suddenly went black, then the room lit up in white from the static screaming from the television. It blinked, and the image of the well appeared on the TV once again. A cold white hand reached up from the inside. A body lurched over the edge. It crawled from out of the stony well, crawling slowly toward the screen until smooth, porcelain hand poured through the glass of the screen like water.
He held back a moan as he lit the candles behind him, the mirror above his headboard illuminating the image of his blushing face and a twisting figure crawling out of his television by the flicker of romantic orange light. By the time the man turned back around, he found himself staring into the depths of raven hair. He swallowed and reached a shaking hand out to brush the hairdo the side to find the shy face of a young man.
He was expecting a woman, but the warmth that broke through the icy veins of that face as the spirit eyed him from the rock in his boxers to the drool down his mouth didn't do anything to stifle the blood flowing to his cock.
"Hello... I'm Joyce..." He broke the smoldering silence between them, running his thumb along the jawline of the ghost. The ghost's face gained its color as it warm from the touch, spreading from his face across his neck and down his body.
"My name is Yamamura Sadato." The ghost spoke with the silk of flowing water. He looked down the man's body again, unable to look him in his eyes. Joyce couldn't say he blamed him. His glare must have been suffocating with the amount of need coursing through him in the presence of the spirit. "What are you... Doing...?"
"I've summoned you because I want to ask you something," Joyce replied. He supposed he wasn't the ghost's usual client of teenage girls in pajamas trying to scare the hell out of each other at sleep overs. A naked man lying in a bed of candles and rose petals was probably a bit of a shock. He smirked and reached in to press his lips against warm ears. "Would you have sex with me?"
Sadato's whole body temperature shot up, the mercury hitting the top of the thermometer, ringing the metal bell as it wailed through his ears. He dropped his hair over his face again and hid from the other man.
"Iâ" He stammered. Then, peeking out at him through raven hair, he giggled and nodded. "Okay... Show me."
With that, Joyce scooped the weightless spirit into his arms from under his ass and set him on top of his lap. The spirit gasped when his bare cheeks from under his white gown pressed against the man's solid cock rom under his boxers. Only a thin fabric separated them as Joyce adjusted his hands onto the hips with a firm grip. He reached up to kiss the spirit's forehead. Sadato returned the kiss, giving a tentative peck to the man's lips. As Sadato grew more comfortable sitting atop his stone throne, he began to deepen the kiss between them and follow the guiding hands on his hips to rock back and forth over the boxers.
Joyce pushed against every rock. He brushed through the ghost's dripping hair and arched his back at the sensation of forbiddenly soft skin rubbing against his cock. Before he could get too far, he reached up and licked the spirit's neck, guiding it onto his back and removing the hair from his face to take in the sight of such a sweet face.
"Sadato..." Joyce repeated breathlessly as he looked over the spirit's meager frame. Sadato's pale skin raised red. "You're beautiful..."
The ghost gave a shy laugh and reached his phantom hands out to pull the man close to him. Joyce obliged and sucked on his neck, reaching eager hands to the hem of the man's gown to pry for the object of his fantasies. When his fingertips finally brushed against the head of the spirit's sculpture-like hard-on. Sadato moaned, gripping the sheets with his little toes as the man took his whole cock in a firm fist.
Joyce swallowed and took the erect cock into his mouth. He couldn't slow down. He needed to get off soon, or he knew the fabric of his boxer would completely decapitate his dick. As he slopped his tongue around the cock until his lips pressed against the soft testicles underneath, he slipped his boxers off him. He hummed a sigh of relief, the vibration ripping through the ghost as it arched its back and ran its fingers through his hair. Just as he felt the hole at the top twitch, he removed his mouth and pressed his scrotum against the ghost's ass, scrunching the other man up against the headboard. It groaned at the contact.
"Can I?" Joyce breathed. Sadato spread his legs wider and laid his white hand over his chest.
"Please..."
Joyce grabbed a bottle from the headboard and poured jelly over his cock, soaking it until it was drooling onto the bed sheets. He poured some on his fingers, then rubbed it into the twitching anus begging for him. He slipped two fingers inside, making "come here" motions toward himself to press against the moaning nerves. Sadato jerked with every push and prod inside him until he was squealing at the press of his button. Joyce chuckled and kissed man, taking the other man's hand over his cock and guiding it to his ass. The jelly was so slippery, his head dipped inside without any pushing, the spirit's toes digging into the sheets again.
Joyce slid the rest of himself in like knife through butter, until he was completely sheathed. He groaned. The air around them was piercingly cold, and that contrasted with the smoldering warmth of the inside of the spirit. He couldn't stop himself from thrusting into him. With every slap of the flesh of his scrotum and Sadato's jiggling ass matched every thrust of his cock against the nerves inside him. Sadato arched his back and screamed in pleasure, gripping the hands on his hips.
"Ah!" Sadato moaned. "More! Please!" Joyce was happy to oblige as he lifted a leg of his shoulder. The bed beneath them squeaked with every shake. Joyce looked down at the spirit through the fog of his breath and blushed. He really was pretty. That thought was interrupted by the jolt that zapped him from the pit of his testicles. He blushed and lowered himself to kiss the man's jaw. "Please..." The spirit breathed. "Cum inside me..."
That was all he needed.
Joyce wrapped a hand around the man's cock and gave a firm squeeze as he leaned to suck on the balls underneath. Sadato screamed out with one last thrust, tightening over the man who emptied his nuts into him.
Joyce collapsed, snuggling into the ghost. He sighed and kissed his cheek.
"It's not as luxurious as a well, but... You wanna...Crash here for a bit?" Joyce asked.
"Sure. You're definitely different than most of the people I kill."
"Huh?"