Readers: Sure hope you enjoy this latest chapter in my continuing erotic/horror series! I try to make these stories as HOT as possible, and I hope you find them every bit as HOT as I do as I write them! As had been the norm for the past several weeks now, I found myself in the depths of this same erotic nightmare....a nightmare in which I was aware that I was the star in a major-production of a gay erotic horror flick. In this particular dream, I found myself dressed as a 1930's undertaker, with a swallow-tail coat, tight pinstriped trousers. and white gloves. I was walking, as I had in countless other erotic nightmares, down the dimply-lit corridors of a silent, echoing mausoleum.....a mausoleum where only men were entombed. But.....in this scenario....there was a twist. I walked through an arched doorway with "CHAPEL" in Olde English-style lettering above.
When I entered this huge room, I saw that there were at least two dozen open caskets resting on cataflaques, and, in each silk-lined box there reposed a male corpse. Some of these guys looked as though they had only passed away yesterday, while others looked like they had been lying there for decades. Most of these corpses were suits, while a few others were in various types of uniforms. I figured I'd cock-tease these deceased fellows a bit, and bent over, flipping the tails of my swallow-tailed coat up over my back, giving them a good view of my round little ass, looking hot as hell in those butt-hugging pinstriped trousers. held up by suspenders! Hell, I have a round, meaty little butt that BEGS to be hauled over another guy's lap for a good, hard spanking to begin with, so, I figured, what the hell? THAT did it!! Every corpse in that chapel started rising up from their caskets, and then clumsily clambered out, all heading towards me! And each one had something gripped in his gnarled hand.....a heavy brass casket handle, a crucifix, a doubled-up, belt, a riding crop.....ooohhshit!!! Next thing I knew, I there was a loud BOOM, and the tall, funeral chapel-style floor lamps flashed out and came back on again, and I found myself bent over a sealed coffin, my wrists and ankles shackled.
As eerie, evil-sounding laughter sounded throughout the dimly-lit chapel, I saw every one of these dead guys line up in back of me, all ready to discipline my hot little pinstriped ass but GOOD!! Without warning, the old Army
General, whom I hadn't seen in the last several dreams I had, got behind me, and started attacking my captive ass with his ancient riding crop. My tight pinstriped trousers and my boxers underneath did nothing at all to diffuse the fire and sting of that crop, as the long-deceased General thrashed my round
little butt furiously. My massive cock, throbbing painfully, ground against the side of the casket, leaking a fresh flow of lube into my sweaty boxers. Priests, ministers, teachers, businessmen, mechanics, bus drivers, streetcar motormen.......ALL of them took their turn at whipping, paddling, and spanking
the hell out of my smoldering ass. By this time, the seat of my pinstriped trousers....and even the seat of my blue-striped boxers.....was totally worn away, and my bare, quivering ass glinted dully in the dim light, red-hot weals, throbbing and pulsating full of blood, criss-crossing my crimson and black-and-blue buns.
Then, the corpse of a Police captain, the body of a cop who obviously had given up the ghost ages ago, started whaling into my welted butt with his old gun belt. With that, all the pulsating weals that cross-hatched my flaming ass broke, and soon my flaming rear was smeared in blood, which dripped into my hairy crack, and down my trouser legs as well. Funny, as I knew this was only a dream, and that the blood was only prop stuff, it STILL got me hot, and I continued the wailing, screaming, cursing, and pleading that I had been doing non-stop since this brutal attack on my ass began.
I was aware that a large number or corpses were surrounding me, each obviously enjoying the thorough butt-roasting I was receiving, every one of them rubbing a big bulge behind the flies of their moldy trousers. I just started to feel my hairy, overloaded nuts twitch....about to explode......when, once again, I heard an ear-splitting explosion, and the lights went out and then flickered back to life.
Now, a new scenario was before me, proving to be every bit as hot as the last! The big, barrel-chested corpse of the Police Captain was now tied gut-down to the lid of the same casket I had been shackled over before, his huge, broad ass.......now totally mummified like two huge boulders.......was straining the well-worn seat of his tight, old uniform trousers. My fat cock throbbed anew in my pinstripes, which were back to their original condition, seat intact and all. Fuck, even DEAD this "long retired" cop had one hot fucking set of glutes!!!
I spied an old-time photo in a heavy frame lying on the marble floor, and it showed this big, burly cop around 1935, posing for a photo with his brother officers. Shit, this long-dead cop was a big, barrel-chested, drop-dead gorgeous daddy when he was alive! I grabbed the picture somewhat clumsily, and started paddling the dead cop's big ass with it. The glass shattered and the razor-sharp pieces shredded the worn, bulging seat of his uniform trousers, as well as that of his moldy, sized 50 boxer shorts. His petrified glutes were massive, bulky, wrinkled mounds of solidified flesh, still bristling with hair. Some shards of glass remained firmly embedded in the dead cop's bulky, petrified glutes I could not hold back any longer, and unzipping my fly, I hauled out my throbbing, monster-sized cock and just let loose with a volley of thick, pent-up living sperm, that splattered all over the dead officer's still-massive assmounds.
Before I could even move, two other corpses, one the Army General and the other an almost-skeletal former businessman in a dusty, moldy vested suit, dropped to their knees and their leather-like tongues started lapping up my hot load from the deceased cop's broad, still-hairy rump. Then, without warning, my cock was rock hard again, so I got up on the casket lid, and started rubbing the drooling head against the cop corpse's still busy handlebar mustache.
Ohhh, fuck, what a feeling that was, as the stiff, bristly 'stash hairs sent
erotic shockwaves crashing through my churning nuts!! I then grabbed a handful of what was left of the old-time cops hair, after I had removed his uniform cap and started licking the tarnished badge lustily, and yanked his hair hard, getting his mouth to open. I just shoved my huge, throbbing fuckrod into the dead cop's mouth, and, fuck, the sight of that big, old handlebar 'stashe
wrapped around my huge dong was too fucking hot!!
I just fucked the dead Police Captain's mouth like a madman, and all too soon, my nuts exploded, and my massive prick blasted the big fellow's clammy oral cavity with scalding gets of jizz. All the while this was happening, the Army General and the businessmen's corpses were still greedily lapping my thick load from the cop's sticky, furry, solidified ass. The cop's big ol' mustache had a good amount of spunk clinging to it, and I HAD to get down and lean across the coffin lid, to suck my thick load of balljuice from that stil-sexy handlebar mustache. Another loud explosion rocked the floor, and, with that, I woke up, bathed in sweat.....breathing with heavy gasps.....with my throbbing dong ready to rip the teeth out of my fly! Shit, I couldn't wait to go to sleep again TOMMOROW night!! THE END Hope you enjoyed! Comments are always welcome!