Jason For the fiftieth morning in a row, I woke to my orgasm. The cum laid rich and thick all over my hairy stomach and chest. Sweat poured from my body. The sheets were soaked. My muscles ached from the exertion. My ass felt that tingle from a good fucking. But I was alone. No man lay at my side ripped by the mutual orgasm. No hard cock had entered my ass and used at will. But I knew from the past that somebody had fucked me and brought me off with one hell-of-a orgasm that made waves in the cosergy fields. I got up and whipped off the cum. Pissed and went back to remake the bed hoping that sleep would return.
I woke again as the alarm announced another work day. My early morning episode still raked my mind. What had happened in my dreams that caused such an orgasm? Why had it happened? Would it happen again? What am I doing in my sleep that feels so good? And the most awful thought--what if it never happens again?
I am like any other man. About every third thought I have is about cocks and/or asses. But the days are now filled with dreams that I want to experience. It is strange to get off without knowing what is happening. That afternoon at the gym, I told my workout buddy about my problem. He said he wished to be there to help but assured me that he was not there. He wanted me to keep him posted. As I told him the story, I felt my cock flex and stretch causing him to stare and offer assistance. But fuck around with friends. Plus I didn't want to waste any cum -- saving it for the night.
Diner and television did not keep my thoughts from the night sex dreams I could remember. I went to bed and fell asleep too fast. I wasn't tired, but I was out like a light. Only too soon to awake feeling a large,hard muscled man on top of me. His sweating body pumping a huge dick into y ass. I held on as he rocked my body across the bed moving me as if I were nothing. I felt his entire body tense and his cock swell in me. My dick leaked cum from the pounding on my prostate and my ass hole trcling to him. I pulled on his cock pulling the cum from him. His cries echoed from a distant tunnel as his cock jerked cum into my ass. My dick could stand no more and shot my load. 5 -- 6-- 7-- Shots, it seemed like it would never end. I felt the huge dick pulling out of my well fucked ass. I opened my eyes to see my expert lover but nothing was there. Just the remains of the sex that exhausted me.
I got up to shower. The hot water did wonders on my ass. I was sure it was a dream, but my ass hurt. That good hurt plus the hole was used. I know that feeling and now I pushed down and I expelled his seamen. I could not believe it. Nobody had fucked me for months. Nobody tops me. I do the fucking. But my ass didn't lie. It had been fucked and the man's cum was inside me. But there was nobody around. Dazed, I returned to the bedroom. I re-arranged the sheets and covers. As I tossed the llow on the bed I felt two strong, well muscled arms grab me from behind and bear hug. I struggled raising to free my captured body and felt his hard pecs and rippled stomach hit my back. I fought now in panic-- I fought for my life. The hug had now become too rough. It had turned into a wrestling hold. The body held and squeezed harder. I now felt a rapidly swelling and legenthing cock wedge itself between my ass cheeks. Panic was getting the best of me as I felt the now hard dick working its' big,round head into my already fucked ass. He now pushed me face down on the bed and pumped the huge in and out of me. To my shock, my cock responded to the rape. But I try I could I could see nothing. But I could feel and hear his grunts and groans as he fucked me harder. The cock got bigger and he eased my cock to ready itself for orgasm. His yells came from from miles away as the cock plugged into my ass shots of hot cum into me forcing my own dick to explode. Exhausted and sore, I co llapsed. He held on to me. He laid gently down on the bed. He then pulled away his arms and gently kissed my neck. I swore I heard his voice. I turned to see a brief blue shadow standing over me and evaporating.
The next thing I knew I woke to the alarm. I tried not to think of the last night's fucks. But my dick kept reminding me as it jerked and got hard all day long.
By evening I was a mess. I worried about losing my mind. I was losing it. I was fucking a ghost. He was a hunk. He was the best dick I had in years. He knew how to take me and make me his bottom. I have never been anybody's bottom. Why not?
I stooped by a favorite bar for a drink after work to cut the fog I've been. A few friends who I have not seen for a while all stopped to ask what was different about me. They said I had changed. I looked hotter than ever. I felt great for all the attention. I felt bad that I could not tell anybody about me new lover. My lover, the ghost, who I now not only see but can speak to. In fact-last night, he lay in bed resting/waiting for me. He held me and gently held my body to his while sleep tonder into another depth of this life's plane. As Jason held me his life force was mixed into my dreams of light and constant energy. Jason woke me by stroking my dick to full hardness. Taking me hand, he raised me from the bed to show me the resting body I had left. Jason said, "Nobody is left behind. Things go on forever." He kissed me full on the mouth and led into the air to fly with the energies only he can create inside me.
Ccl 14-may-88