TOTAL and COMPLETE fiction of course! If you are into erotic horror, than you should really enjoy this story! Late on evening, I had turned off the tube, after having watched the classic 80's horror flick, "ONE DARK NIGHT". I must have really beat (and horny!), for, as soon as I turned off the set, I just zonked out. Now, my dream started, which turned out to be an erotic nightmare, but a nightmare I sure as hell wouldn't mind having again! I found myself wandering about this huge mausoleum all alone, the vast caverns totally silent except for my footsteps. Dim lights and votive candles flickered, and I was wondering what I as doing here all alone so late at night, gazing at the names of deceased men one each wall vault. Suddenly, without warning, I heard a gruff male voice from somewhere nearby, mutter with an evil chuckle: "...you're so fuckin' sexy, stud, even DEAD guys want a piece of that hot, tight, little ass of yours!" "What the fuck?" I thought. Suddenly, without warning, I heard distinct rumbling noises and I then stood rooted to the spot, unable to move, as suddenly, all of the nearby vaults that bore the name of a man started to open, the marble clattering loudly to the floor as it fractured. "What the fuck?" I shouted, as I watched spellbound as coffin and after coffin
began sliding out of the wall vaults. Then, as I heard this weird organ music begin to play from somewhere far down the corridor, I stood both horrified and sexually excited as one by one, the coffins began to pop open, and the bodies of men long since deceased began rising up, their clothing moldy, dusty, and tattered. "What the hell is this", whispered to myself, "Michael Jackson's 'Thriller'"? Still unable to move, all of these male corpses shuffling towards me, most wearing suits and ties, but some wearing police chief and fire captain uniforms. There was even an Army general among them! Then I noticed that each and every one of these dead guys had big bulges in the crotches of their worn, moldy trousers, and were rubbing them with skeletal hands as they grinned menacingly at me!
Suddenly, without warning, I saw every one of these dead dudes grasping something in their clammy paws. Some clutched a piece of splintered wood from their casket, others grasped a metal crucifix that they had, until just a little while ago, had been grasping while reposing in their boxes. Now surrounded by these highly-aroused deceased men, the nearest one, who obviously was built like a linebacker when he was alive, reached out and grabbed me by the sleeve of my suit jacket, and then, as he sat down on a marble bench, proceeded to haul me across his lap, and then started spanking my upturned ass with a splintered piece of wood.
The other dead guys all started chuckling with a truly evil, sinister sound, and continued to rub the hefty bulges in their decaying trousers as this hulking, long-dead gent wearing a dark blue pinstriped suit thrashed my round little butt, through the seat of my tight suit pants. So fierce were his blows, that the piece of splintered wood started tearing away the seat of my suit pants, and then, started to shred the tight seat of my sweaty, red-striped boxers. My imprisoned cock was leaking lube like a faucet, as I humped this dead fellow's bony thigh through his moldy, time-worm suit pants. Man, my ass was fucking stinging like hell!
But, this was only a warm-up, as, in the blink of an eye, I now found myself across the lap of a long-dead police Chief, who brandished a tarnished crucifix in what was left of his big, gnarled hand. It was as though that crucifix was charged with at least 10,000 volts, for cool air was soon filled with the strong, acrid scent of scorched cloth, as the seat of my shorts burned away. Now, my bare, 50-something ass was REALLY vunerable, and was, by this time, really blistered and sore.In a flash, the dead police Chief vanished, and I was now across TWO laps......the lap of a tall, lanky ghoul who was wearing a dusty, once-brown pinstriped suit, and the broad lap of a Catholic priest, who was STILL built like bull!! The sounds of tarnished metal and splintered wood made harsh, cracking sounds as these now-awakened, angry, and HORNY deceased men walloped the hell out of my smoldering ass, my loud cries of both blinding pain and blinding ecstacy echoing off of the marble walls of the massive old crypt. Then, again, for a split second, all was silent. My cock throbbed as it unleashed yet another glob of lube into my soaked boxers. Then, once again, I heard that evil, but oh-so-sexy voice growl "Dead men may tell no TALES...but it's YOUR tail we want, my friend!"
In a blinding flash, I now found myself bent over a marble table, my wrists bound with some sort of wire, and my feet somehow glued to the floor. Totally unable to move....like I wanted to!! Then, I heard a new sound....the sound of rusty zippers on moldy trousers being unzipped, accompanied by more evil laughter!!! Oh, fuck!! I muttered. These dead guys are all gonna FUCK me!!!!! Well, sure enough, that is EXACTLY what happed!!!
A large movie screen suddenly materialized out of nowhere, and was positioned right in front of me. without warning, I felt my tight, hairy asshole bieng ripped open, and I could see it was the old Army General, his tarnished medals glinting in the dim light, still looking sexy as hell, even after being dead for 50 years!!!!! Then, I felt the General's skeletal hand reach around to unzip my fly, proceeding to reach into my soaked boxers, and haul out my massive, aching, drooling fuckstick. Oh, shit! The deceased General started plowing my quivering ass like a madman, obviously pretty damn horny after having not getting any male tale in so many decades!
I gazed into the big screen in front of me, and watched myself getting royally screwed by a long line of male ghouls. Businessmen, cops, firemen, Army guys, priests, ministers, railroad conductors.......damn, these long-slumbering dudes were REALLY HOT for some tight male ass!!! And, as each one continued to batter my humming prostate to a pulp, he's reach around and wank my aching cock with his skeletal hand.
Finally, as the mournful organ music played even louder,my overloaded balls could no longer hold back. "AAAUUGHH!!! OOOHHHFFUUCCKKINGCHRISSTTT!! AAAUUGHH!! OOOHHHFUCKK!! YEAH, YOU FUCKIN' GHOUL! TEAR UP MY LIVING ASS WITH THAT BIG DEAD DICK OF YOURS!!!!" My huge dong exploded as the clammy, bony hand of a railroad conductor, still wearing his brass-buttoned uniform brought me to my peak, coating his pumping hand with scalding jets of thick, hot executive jizz.
My aching asshole clutched at the dead conductor's massive slab, as two dead guys in their dusty suits knelt on the altar in front of me, and ground their massive bulges in my face, the scent of decay and musty old cloth really triggering shock waves in my overloaded balls. Without warning, I bolted awake covered with sweat, breathing hard and heavy, like an exhausted marathon racer. "Holy fuck! What a fuckin' nightmare!" I muttered, and then I noticed that my cock was hard as hell, ready to rip right through my fly. I HAD to take matters into my own hands, and relive this sexy-as-hell nightmare!! Damn, I hoped I'd dream it EVERY night!!! THE END!! Hope you enjoyed! Comments are always more than welcome!