Eric was about three drinks in when Mike started telling a story by the campfire. They were out in the forest, night air filled with wood smoke and autumn chill, and their friends gathered around the licking flames with their beers.
"You guys know about the ghost out here, right?"
Ben snorted. "Ghost? The fuck are you talking about?"
Mike grinned and took a pull on his drink. "The ghost, man! Didn't anybody tell you about the ghost in these woods?"
"I've been camping out here since I was ten," said Jordan, "and I've never heard any ghost stories about these woods."
"Well, maybe you just weren't listening," said Mike. "When we'd go on Boy Scout trips, some of older boys would talk about her - the ghost maiden."
Eric chuckled and finished his beer. He actually had heard this one before, back in their Boy Scout days. It made him think of his last girlfriend and their recent break-up. He opened another beer and listened while Mike told the other guys his ghost story.
"They say she was the most beautiful girl you'd ever see - big tits, long blonde hair, and an ass like a Georgia peach. If she gave you a kiss at the county fair, you'd have a hard-on for three weeks. She wouldn't let anyone pop her cherry, but if you found her after school by the bleachers, she'd suck you off for a song and a ride home."
The guys all grinned, enjoying Mike's flamboyant gestures as he went. He was a smooth talker, a player, and he had a way of livening things up without even trying. At 6'4" and fairly muscular, Mike could dominate a room and make everything feel outsized to real life; the kind of guy you'd want to go to Vegas with.
"Every summer, she'd come up here to the woods with a tent and camp out. She wouldn't wear clothes in the summer, so if you saw her by the lake, she'd be naked as the day she was born."
"Good way to get eaten by mosquitoes," said Jordan.
Mike shot him a look, but continued. "At night, she'd go out and look for other campers. When she found a tent with a man inside, she would sneak in and suck the man off until he came right in her mouth. Legend says that she was looking for a man who could resist her oral powers, and that would be the only man she would let past her other lips."
"I could do it," said Ben, on his sixth beer. "I never cum when my wife's blowing me."
"Funny, she always makes me cum," said Jordan.
Ben slapped at him, but he nearly overbalanced his chair and had to sit back. "Very funny."
"One day," said Mike, "she came across a tent, and inside was the most handsome man she'd ever seen. Naturally, she had to blow him, hoping he might be the one, but when she put her mouth over his cock, the man woke up and grabbed her by the hair,"
"She was stunned, and soon she had her head pressed against the floor of the tent and a hand spreading her legs. She tried to resist, but the handsome man opened her legs and drove his cock inside her. With three short thrusts, he came and left her sobbing inside his tent."
"Shit," said Jordan. "Not where I saw that going."
"Taking a knife from his bag, she slit her wrists and bled out on the floor of his tent, but not before the man could return and receive her dying curse. 'For your impatience and your cruelty, I curse you to never know the touch of another again.' Then she perished and the man fled, leaving her body unburied. Now, she roams the forest in search of the man who will redeem her virtue, giving ghostly blowjobs in the night. But beware! If you turn her away, the curse may take you as well."
Eric clapped and Mike gave a jaunty bow.
"I think I'm turning in," said Ben. "Maybe I'll see if ghosts give better head than the old lady."
Jordan went back to his own tent soon after, leaving a pile of empty bottles behind.
"Been a while since I've heard that one," said Eric. "I think you might have gotten Ben hard just thinking about it."
Mike laughed and sat back in his chair. "Well, it's a story for horny teenage boys, so that makes sense."
"What made you think of it?"
Mike shrugged. "Just being out here, I guess. Reminded of more innocent times."
Eric nodded. "Back before it was all bills and engagement rings. Not that you're settling down any time soon."
"Did she at least give it back when she dumped you?"
"Well, she threw it, but yeah, I got it back. Jewelry store wasn't happy about the return, but hey, fuck 'em."
Mike raised a glass to that. "Well, don't let it get you down. Plenty of fish in the sea."
"Easy for you to say," said Eric. "You're probably happy to get away from all the pussy chasing you. I think my balls are going to stay permanently blue if I don't get back out there soon."
"Who knows? Maybe the ghost will give you a hand...or a mouth."
Eric shook his head and chuckled. "I wish. I'm heading in. Night."
Mike nodded, and Eric went back to his tent. Much as he wouldn't like to admit it, Mike's story seemed to have gotten to him too. Eric's 6" cock was hard against his stomach and he rubbed it unconsciously as he lay on his sleeping bag. He wouldn't cum like this, not without really going at it, and he didn't want to risk the others hearing him jack off. It was really frustrating, but there wasn't much he could do. Soon, he fell asleep.
Eric woke to the sound of his tent zipper, but his contacts weren't in, so all he could see was a blur of motion enter his tent.
"Wha-"
A hand reached his cock and he felt wet lips sink over his semi-erect member. He was all the way hard in moments, but he was still bleary and delirious. Worse, his brain was feeding him junk information. It's a ghost, said his half asleep brain, even though that was insane.
Ghost or not, Eric was getting a hell of a blowjob. He wanted to reach out and hold onto his pleasurer's head, but he remembered the story and kept his hands at his sides. He wasn't awake enough to form real logic, and chances were that he was dreaming. A blonde Amazon's ghost blowing him in the night? No way.
But they weren't blonde. That much he could see. And they weren't nude either. In fact, they looked like...
"Mike?"
Immediately, Mike pulled away from him. Eric grabbed for his spare glasses inside his bag and put them on to see a look of sheer terror and guilt on his friend's face. There was a wet ring of saliva around his mouth that shimmered in the dim moonlight.
He didn't know what to say - it was a lot to take in - and Mike was completely frozen. He was still hard and Mike's messy face hadn't turned him off. They stared at each other for a long while before Eric looked down at his air-drying cock, then back up at Mike.
With more hesitation and insecurity than Eric had ever seen, Mike leaned over and took hold of Eric's cock. He didn't break eye contact, watching for some sign of rejection, but Eric just looked on as his friend engulfed his cock once more.
Again, Eric was impressed with the quality of Mike's work. His tongue rolled over the head of Eric's dick and down the shaft as he swallowed more and more of him. Soon, his chin rested against Eric's balls.
It was too much for Eric to take in. He didn't think he was attracted to men, but watching his friend suck his cock, he could feel his orgasm arriving prematurely.
"I'm gonna-"
Mike pulled back, but kept the head of Eric's cock in his mouth as Eric came in powerful jets. Mike sucked it down as fast as he could, but some of it dribbled out of the corners of his mouth. When he was completely drained, Eric let out a deep sigh of relief and Mike sat up, licking his lips greedily.
Again, they watched each other in silence, taking stock of the situation. Eric was disheveled, semi-hard cock propped against his leg with saliva coating every inch. Mike, on the other hand, was still fully dressed and looked normal, except for the stray beads of Eric's cum on his chin.
His friend had just given him the most amazing blowjob he'd ever had, and he felt...well, like he'd just blown his load in someone's mouth. He should have felt...well, he wasn't sure. Mike came into his tent in the middle of the night, without warning, and sucked him dry. Eric wanted to feel affronted, but right now, he was surprised to realise that he didn't mind. He never would have said yes if Mike had asked him out right, but here and now, he was fully able to accept the gift Mike had given him.
Now, he thought he might be able to return the favor.
Eric looked meaningfully down at the bulge in Mike's jeans. "I-I want to see-"
He looked a little surprised, but Mike sat up and undid his belt and button. His 9" monster sprang out and Eric felt his heart racing. He'd never been this close to another man's erect penis before. He hadn't expected to feel so...hungry for it. The thought of what he was about to do with it was rapidly bringing his own cock back to life.
The tip was already dripping with precum as Eric leaned in, pulled into its magnetic field. He stared at it, only inches from his face, and drank in its musky scent. Mike put a hand on his head to guide him forward.
Eric hesitantly opened his mouth and reached out with his tongue to lick the head. A bit salty, but not bad. Mike's insistent hand pressed him further, and Eric took the first few inches into his mouth. With a manic grin, he realized he was now a cocksucker, and as he saw the pleasure on Mike's face, he knew he loved it.
Initial hesitation gone, Eric began blowing him in earnest. He took the cock in one hand and balls in the other. It was hard to tell how well he was doing; he had trouble maintaining eye contact as Mike had done while bobbing up and down on his dick. There was definitely some skill to this task.
After a few minutes of his frantic efforts, Eric pulled back and locked eyes with Mike. His friend smiled, though he wasn't panting like Eric had been after Mike's ministrations.
Eric wiped his mouth with his forearm. "Is that doing anything for you?"
"It's great," said Mike in a whisper. "You're doing great."
"Are you going to cum?"
Mike glanced away. "Eventually?"
Eric frowned and looked down at Mike's massive cock. He'd committed to blowing Mike, and now that his own cock was raging back to life, he was more sure than ever that he was going to make Mike cum. He'd never have guessed before tonight, but he wanted to see, to feel, another man's cock errupt because he made it. If he couldn't make Mike cum with his mouth...
"Will you cum if you fuck me? I-in the ass?"
Mike looked concerned, but there was a real hunger in his eyes as that door opened before him. "Are you kidding?"
