I Got Fuced

It had been a few weeks since the spirit of John had visited me at home. I began to believe I dreamt it or sleepwalked the whole sexual experience, like some form of deep psychological desire. I thought about it daily. I knew it was real and it had happened. Beginning with the fact that when driving home he connected with me in the car days prior. There was no mistake about that. He was there! I felt him, I felt his hand, I felt his warmth. It was - until that point - the only male warmth I had ever felt. But since that last night in my study, there were no signs or indications he was still around. I had hoped for more, I wanted more. I truly hoped it wasn't some far-fetched fantasy, and I re-lived in some subconscious state.

There was no doubt that whatever happened that night in my study, dream or not, heightened my desire for men. That night coupled with my experiences with him in the past, were opening doors for deeper, longing thoughts. As much as I loved my wife and had been with her for decades, I found myself longing for something more real than a spirit. Something more personal. Not a spirit I couldn't see, but someone I could see, feel and touch. With each passing day, my heart longed for a different lifestyle. I wanted to suck dick. I wanted to have a male lover. I wanted someone who had the same equipment, who could get me off, just as I was getting them off. I wanted to look deep in their eyes as our passions ignited. Day after I longed for someone pulling out their dick and making me suck it, then sucking mine. It consumed me and made me believe life was changing.

My usual Saturday morning routine is to cut the grass, eat lunch, and have a beer after. And today, was no different. Once again, I was out pushing the mower around the yard, while the wife was inside thumbing through the paper and her online articles. When I finished, I decided to have a small sandwich, grabbed a beer from the fridge, and plopped my ass on my big couch, at the end with the recliner, and turned on a baseball game. Usually, I fall asleep in the chair during the second inning and wake up sometime around the seventh inning stretch. Today ran a bit differently.

As I settled in to watch the game, feet up, legs out of the recliner, beer in hand, my wife stuck her head around the corner and said; "Hey, I'm going to go meet Judy and Linda, for a late lunch and some shopping. Do you need anything while I am out?"

"No," was my reply.

She turned away and within minutes, I heard her leave the house. To be honest I was happy to be alone. As I said in the previous story as much as I loved her, we had grown distant, and knowing I had the house to myself was more than pleasing.

I couldn't focus on the game and kept thinking about John. I kept thinking about men. Truth be told, I kept thinking about dick. I was getting aroused thinking what it would be like if my buddy Tim, or Pete my former co-worker were over and we decided to suck each other off. How hot it would be to unzip their pants, pull out their cock and just give them a long blow job. Before long, I was rock-hard in my blue cargo shorts and I was so tempted to pull my dick out and stroke myself thinking of them. I was rubbing my crotch over my pants, my mind racing, fantasizing about them, but then my focus returned to John. In my mind, I could see the picture of him in the paper, as I had years before. I visualized his face aging, him standing in front of me, naked, hard, ready to fuck me.

Just as I was starting to visualize the fantasy further, lightly moaning out his name, when I felt a cold breeze come across my body. I jerked up in panic as if someone had walked in on me. No one was there, my heart was racing and I had lost my hard-on. But something inside of me knew someone was there.

I knew my wife hadn't returned, she wouldn't have made it to the restaurant yet, let alone ate, shopped, and returned. I yelled out, "Is anyone there?" Thinking maybe one of the kids came home. No one answered. I got up to check, making sure no one had come in. There were no cars in the driveway, no doors open, no other noises, just me and the solitude of the house.

I sat back down on the couch, kicked out the recliner, and was catching my breath when the cold air passed over me again.

"John," I spoke are you here?

I knew I wouldn't hear an answer, but just as I was about to ask again, the cool air hovered over me and it stopped right at my face. "John" I whispered; I am glad you came back.

"If you are here, kiss me."

I felt his face to mine. His lips touched mine. This wasn't a hallucination or a fantasy. He was there. My lips parted and I felt his tongue touch mine. Something that had only happened once before deep in the night, back in Indianapolis. I was kissing him. There was no doubt about it. Just as if I was kissing my wife or a lover, we were lip-locked and passionately kissing.

As my hands wandered, I could feel the outline of his body. He was kneeling on the couch next to me, his back at about a 45-degree angle, as we kissed one another. I don't know if I felt his body better because of the moment, or because I was desiring men more. But this time, I felt as if I could feel him more than I ever had before. I still couldn't see him, but I knew he was there.

As we kissed my pulse quickened and my dick got hard again. I felt his hand come to rest on my bare skin, just above my knee, on my left leg. His hand eventually rubbed up and down my leg and my body was excited by his touch. My hand wandered over his back and the curvature of his ass, as my other hand held the back of his head. His hand slid up more and more with each pass until his hand was on my dick and balls over my shorts. I felt tingles inside of me that I hadn't in years. I wanted him more than ever.

John pulled from our kiss and as I looked down I could see my cargo shorts button pop open, and my zipper slide down. It was amazing to see it, knowing it was happening, but not seeing someone's hand there doing it. My underwear was pulled away from my skin and my cock popped out, hard, throbbing, and aching for play.

I felt his hand wrap around my hard 5 1/2 stubby dick and slowly stroke me as we began kissing again. I was in absolute heaven and was harder than I had been in forever. My asshole ached and I wanted him to be sucking me, fucking me, and making me cum all at once.

I felt Jon's body lower down and his warm, wet mouth slid down my dick. I moaned out in pleasure, as my head leaned backward, as he took every inch of my cock into his mouth. He bobbed up and down on my dick, sucking every inch of it, as he pleasured me. It was beyond amazing. My mouth was wide open, filled with saliva, as I wanted his dick in my mouth. I wanted to suck it. I wanted to make him cum. I wanted this now more than ever. Since the last time he took me in my den, all I could think about was sucking dick and being fucked. And now that he was here again, blowing me on my couch, it's all I wanted.

I continued rubbing my hands all over his back as I felt his mouth slide up and down over my hard dick. The tightness and speed were beyond tantalizing and he made me so hard that I thought my skin was stretching. John bobbed up and down over me, making me moan out, making me whisper words I had never spoken, but were all coming from deep inside of me. I grunted out, "John I want your cock!"

"John, Make me cum."

"Oh my god, John. Stick your dick inside of me."

I don't think five minutes had gone by until I knew I was about to explode. I started moaning out, "John, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum!"

I shook and shifted. I was lifting my hips matching his up and down movement, ready to explode in his mouth. I could feel that build-up. I could feel myself on the edge, until finally, with one loud groan, I started cumming deep inside his mouth. Squirt after squirt of my cum shot out, as his head continued sliding up and down.

"Holy Fuck!" I groaned out as I was cumming. I looked down expecting to see my cum all over my pants and legs, but not a drop was there. I could feel my dick quaking and pulsing, letting it all out. But yet all I could see was my hard dick just erect. The feelings and the visuals were two different things.

When Johns's mouth pulled away from my cock, he came back face to face with e and lightly kissed me on the lips. I could taste my cum on his lips and I knew he had swallowed down every single drop of my cum.

When he lifted his weight off of me, the reclining part of the chair closed on its own. I felt his hand guide me off the couch, and onto my feet. I turned back toward the couch as if I were looking at someone sitting there, yet no one was in my sight.

I felt John guiding my hips downwards, as I began to kneel for him. His hands guided my face as I edged in closer ot the couch. His hands pulled my face forward and just as I leaned down all the way, I felt the tip of his hard dick at my lips. I opened my mouth and it slid right inside of my warm awaiting mouth. His cock was hard. And it felt longer than mine, but not by much. But it was plump, full and it took every bit of my mouth to get it all in.

I was so hard still and was dripping the last bit of my cum out, as I started sucking his dick. I bobbed up and down, feeling it slide in and out of my mouth. My tongue felt it slide across my tongue consistently, making it slippery and wet with my saliva. I was overly excited and overly stimulated knowing I was giving him another blow job.

I wished I could see his face. I wished I could look into his eyes, as his cock penetrated my mouth. I knew right then and there, that whether my future sex life was going to be exclusive with him, or if I started to date a man, there was no doubt, I was going to be sucking dick. At that moment I realized I was getting more excited, more aroused, and getting off more by sucking dick, than I had ever by eating pussy.

I knew why he was here. It finally hit me. I knew why this happened. He was there to let my true self come out. I couldn't say I was completely gay because I had married and had children, but at that moment, even at the moments back in Indianapolis, I knew I liked sucking dick. I liked being blown by a man, and I liked cock in my ass. Call it a late bloomer, call it bisexual, call it finally coming out. Either way, I was heading to a lifestyle of all dick, all the time.

I continued sucking John off. I wanted to make him cum. I wanted him to last a long time, allowing me the pleasure of sucking him dry. Hell, I wanted his cock in my ass. I wanted his cum sliding down my throat. I wanted to be doing this frequently. I knew. As much as I hated to admit it to myself then. I knew. I wanted dick. It was something I had to accept.

As my thoughts raced, I continued bobbing up and down. Accepting my future and knowing this is where I wanted to be, on my knees, face down, with a large hard dick in my mouth. I continued sucking John's dick, just feeling it slide in and out of my mouth. Getting every sensation of it sliding across my tongue., Hitting the back of my throat, and reeling in the fact that I knew I was pleasuring him. My hand was stroking myself. I was, without a doubt, overly excited, aroused, and fired up to be giving head. I made sure I sucked his dick hard and deep, fast and furious to make him cum.

Without warning, I felt John's warm sticky, gooey cum start hitting my mouth. It was filling my mouth faster than I could have imagined. I can't say I remember him cumming that much on our previous experience, but I didn't care, I knew he was cumming and I was going to suck it all down.

I slowed my pace gulping down what I could, as I felt his cock pulsing and thrusting every drop out. My mouth tasted the salty sweetness of his cum. I stopped completely letting his cock just rest in my mouth, as it lay across my tongue, as he came down from his orgasm. I sat there for more than a minute, with his hard ick just resting in my mouth.

When I finally slid his dick out, I felt his hands come to rest at the sides of my face. He guided me up towards him and I felt him kiss me deeply, as our tongues swirled around one another mouths. We kissed for a while as I started to stand up. "Don't leave just yet. Stay with me a while." I spoke to him.

John guided me onto the couch next to him. I felt his hand cup mine as we sat in silence. My face and neck were covered in sweat, as I was coming down from giving him a blow job. My dick was still hard and popping out of the top of my underwear, but slowly losing the furious hardness it had while I was sucking him off. I felt John with me for a while and as I closed my eyes, I drifted off to sleep.

I was awakened sometime later by the wife who had come home. I didn't hear her enter the garage or walk into the house but I heard her whiny little voice speak out, "What are you doing?" As I was startled awake by her.

It took me a second to realize where I was or who was speaking to me.

"What?" I barked out at her. "What do you mean what am I doing?"

"You're laying across the couch with your pants open." She replied.

I had to think fast, I surely couldn't say I got a blow job from my gay ghost lover. I babbled out in my partially lucid mindset: "My shorts were tight as I laid her, I unbuttoned them. The zipper must have slid down. What does it matter?"

"You look ridiculous," She grumbled "Good thing, the girls didn't come home with me to see you like that." She followed.

She left the room and as I came to more than moments ago, I realized John had left me once I dozed off. I zipped up my shorts and buttoned my pants sitting upright. I could still feel how relieved I was after cumming. I could still taste his cum in the back of my throat. I could still feel his touch.

I wanted to go into the other room and confront the wife telling her I wanted a divorce. But, as much as I wanted John and I wanted dick, I couldn't say my gay ghost lover is better than you and I like his dick. I had to be more strategic than that. And be sure I was ready for that change.

It wasn't long until John visited me again and he fucked me while I was in the shower. That time he made me realize for sure that I wanted dick more than pussy. And it happened all while the wife was in our bedroom reading a magazine.

I'll tell you all about it in the next chapter.