Lucky at Dawn

The sun was just dawning on the horizon when Lucky got home. He walked in the house and up the old creaky steps. He was surprised Mason was still sleeping, he would usually be up making breakfast by now. Blueberry pancakes with over medium eggs and a side of apple chicken sausage… or something.

But Mason was not in the bedroom. There was a note on the bed: “Don’t forget I’m picking up my brother from the airport this morning. Get some rest, I’ll see you when we get back.”

Lucky could get a little shut eye; he had been up all night. He slipped out of his clothes leaving just his jockstrap on and lay down on top of the sheets.

He started to doze when he thought he heard footsteps. He looked up, but no one was there. He closed his eyes and started to let his eyes grow heavy. His breathing slowed. He felt someone sit on the edge of the bed.

“Who’s there,” he looked up again, but saw no one.

He squinted in the blooming dawn and… was that… something… no, it was someone. There was a translucent shape of a human appearing at the end of the bed. As he became more clear Lucky realized: he was hot.

He was surly, brooding, and unsmiling. He was slender with tall dark hard, a strand kept falling down into his face.

“Are you a ghost?” Lucky asked.

The ghost nodded his head.

“What do you want?”

The ghost pointed at Lucky.

“You want me?”

The ghost nodded and looked down. Lucky followed his gaze to the erection sticking straight upward from the ghosts trimmed crotch.

“Oh,” Lucky said and relaxed his legs.

The ghost crawled onto the bed with a grin and shoved its face into Lucky’s sweaty jockstrap. Lucky both felt the pressure and didn’t. He could’ve sworn the ghost was pushing against him, but also taking a deep breath from inside him.

The ghost brushed its face up and down the cock. It felt like nothing Lucky had felt before, like a blowjob, but so much more. Like two blowjobs at once. Like there was an orgy in his urethra and everyone was cumming at once. The feeling nearly made Lucky cum. As hard as he tried to hold back, he couldn’t hold back the erection as it sprouted from the top of the jockstrap.

The ghost kissed the tip of Lucky’s head and moved up his body. He stopped at the nipples to tease them into another galaxy and then ended up face to face with Lucky.

They locked eyes and kissed. They never closed their eyes, they kept their trained on each other’s pupils. The ghost used one hand to guide himself up and into Lucky.

Lucky felt the pressure as his cheeks parted and the ethereal cock pulsed its way into Lucky’s turd tomb.

The ghost rocked back and forth, up and down. He built up the pressure, the speed, and the more vigorous he became the harder he smiled. Lucky began to be unsure when he was being fucked and when he was being possessed as the ghosts form pounded in and out of him.

The ghost threw its headback in silent pleasure as ectoplasm shot in and through Lucky from a dozen angles. Ectoplasm soaked the walls and the pillows and the floor.

“FUCK,” Lucky cried as he was brought to the absolute brink of orgasm.

The front door opened.

“Luck, you here? I’m home with the bro!”

The ghost looked at Lucky, winked, and disappeared.

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