I Got Fucked By A Ghost Pt 10

You have no idea how intrigued I was by Tomas. After that first kiss, realizing and accepting that I had kissed a man deeply was beyond exciting. I was lusting for him even more. I got so aroused thinking about sucking his dick. Wondering what it looked like. Was it bigger than mine? Longer, thicker? Did he shave? Should I?

Countless thoughts ran through my head. A multitude of fantasies, sexual indulgences, erotic escapades, and beliefs that one day soon I'd be giving a blow job. It's all I could focus on. My dick was constantly hard. I was always aroused, always ready to go. If I could have begged him for it, I would have. I just had to know.

I quickly set up a third date with Tomas after our first kiss. Undoubtedly, I wanted it all even if I felt strange or so out of the ordinary to me. I wanted to kiss him more. I wanted to reach between his legs and feel that bulge. I wanted to unbutton his pants and slide my hand down into his underwear and grab a hold of his hard dick. I could almost feel myself pulsing every time those wants would rise. And this time, when we met, I was going to suggest we could go to my place or park somewhere dark. This time I was going to suck him off. And that's precisely what I did.

Tomas and I met at a quaint, off-the-beaten-path Chinese food restaurant inside a strip mall. We dined as we had done before, but this time, throughout dinner, I wasn't worried about someone seeing me or feeling apprehensive. This time, I was giving him my full attention. If we would have been alone, I probably would have been sitting across the table from him, with my dick sticking out of my jeans. Maybe I would have even slid under the table to suck his dick. I was ready. All the time with John, all the porn, all the thoughts, all the times I played with my ass, had led me to this moment.

After dinner, instead of being overly cautious or beating around the bush about my interests, I suggested we sit in his car for a while. I was assertive yet somewhat casual in my approach. I knew I wanted to - at least - make out again, and hopefully go further.

It wasn't minutes into being alone, on the dark side street, under the big shady tree, that we were kissing again. This time, I didn't hold back. Even though I wasn't as aroused as I thought I would be, I wanted him. As we kissed, I slid my hand down between his legs. I rubbed up and down over his inner thigh. Second by second, I moved my hand upward, taking longer strokes to let him know I was very interested. I know oral sex in the car isn't the best place in the world for your first time, but I wasn't sure I wanted to be completely naked.

As I reached his crotch, I could feel the bulge under his pants. It was wild to feel pants full of cock and balls, instead of a pussy, but as soon as my hand hit it, I got excited. I knew deep under those jeans was a dick, that was hopefully getting hard and ready for me.

When the time was right and I was more intrigued, I opened his jeans button and fumbled around getting the zipper down. I slid my hand deep into his jeans and felt his hard-on, still being held down in his underwear. It was so invigorating to feel his shaft, how tight and firm it felt. I wasn't as erect as I thought I would be. I figured I'd be so hard, I'd be bursting out of my jeans. I guess sometimes fantasy is better than reality. But as I rubbed up and down his shaft, I knew I was on the right path.

Tomas' hand slid up and onto my crotch, just as I was getting more into feeling his dick. I knew it was time, so I pulled my hand back a bit, rubbed along the bottom of his belly, manipulated his underwear away from his skin, and slid my hand down into his underwear. The moment I wrapped my hand around his shaft and held it, giving it some space to start coming upright, was the moment I knew we were going further.

I almost chirped in excitement, feeling it getting harder and starting to stick upwards than being pinned down. Tomas was fumbling with my belt, my button, and my zipper as he was trying to get my pants open. I helped him with my left hand. The heat of the passion made us both pull and tug on my belt and buttons so hard. He didn't hesitate and slipped his hands right into my boxers. The moment his hand rubbed over my shaft, I started getting really hard. I had my hand around his cock, while his hand was wrapped around mine, all while still being pressed against each other in a deep kiss.

We softly and slowly jacked each other off and as much as I tried to judge by feel, I couldn't determine how big his cock was. It seemed thicker than mine, but not as long. I never could see John's, but I felt his was smaller in length, but bigger in girth. As different as it was to be holding a hard dick in my hand, I was also excited by him touching me. It was like we were two young men doing something we shouldn't be doing. A different and unique experiment. A moment of - you show me yours, I'll show you mine.

The more we kissed, the more we jacked each other off, the hotter I became. I pulled from our kiss and looked down. My hand was slowly sliding up and down his shaft and for the first time in my life, I was holding another man's dick. It was enlightening to see the tip of his cock sticking out of my palm, feeling his shaft on my skin, all while his hand was holding mine. It was now or never. No matter how much I bragged about wanting it, or planned on doing it, when I was sitting there starring at his dick, I knew I was about to give head. And that was something I would have never imagined I would ever do. But something I was longing for.

I was overanxious, scared, and surely uneasy, as I had never done this before, but I wasn't going to let those issues control my sexual desires. I adjusted myself into a better position as Tomas' hand slipped from inside my pants, I leaned over the center arm rest and as I got closer to his hard cock, my mouth opened. I stopped briefly to take a good, long look at it before I slid it into my mouth. I felt the tip and the start of his shaft pass by my lips, across my tongue, and into my mouth. Just as I got towards the bottom, Tomas, lifted his hips slightly, lowered his pants and underwear to mid-thigh, slid himself further outward into his seat and got himself in a better position for me to suck him off. I slid up and down over his shaft, wishing my mouth was wetter, or full of saliva, as I felt I was too dry, but in the mix of bobbing up and down, I began to feel how slippery wet I was getting it.

I didn't know if I was doing it right. You have to remember that the only dick I had ever sucked was on a ghost, so I had no idea if I was ever pleasing someone the way they wanted to be pleased. I just knew, from getting head, that it's the tight suction and constant up and down that makes it pleasurable. So that's what I was doing.

As I bobbed up and down, a host of emotions, thoughts, and feelings ran through me. I knew I wanted this. I believed this was where my life was heading. I couldn't have begun to accept that just months ago, I was married living with my wife, had fathered children, and now I'm in the hunched over a center arm rest, under a shady tree in the dark of night, along a quiet side street, sucking another man's dick. But I was loving it. I slid up and down over his shaft consistently and with as much force and depth as I could. I could feel Tomas' breathing. I could hear the light groans of pleasure as I continue sucking hm off.

It was enlightening, taboo, and sensual, to say the least. I couldn't have imagined wanting this as bad as I did, and now in the heat of the moment, I was doing it. I was sucking cock. Being a fag, giving head. Whatever term you'd like to use, and I was excited about it. The more the seconds passed, the more I began to feel an excitement I hadn't felt in a long time. I had a big hard dick in my mouth that I was slobbering on, I was hard feeling like I needed his mouth on mine and my ass tingled like I needed to be filed. It was wild!

While I was sucking on Tomas' hard dick, suddenly, I felt the cool air that was usually accustomed to John's visits slide up and across my back and onto the back of my head. I froze mid suck. Leaving Tomas' dick buried deep in my mouth. Was John here? My heart raced.

"What's a matter?" Tomas asked.

I pulled his cock from my mouth holding it in my hand, swallowing my spit. "I thought I heard something," I suggested.

"No, we're all clear," He answered back.

I lowered my head again and slipped his dick back into my mouth, starting to bob up and down again. I was going right back at it. But I was concerned John was here and was going to begin seducing me while I was blowing Tomas. And that would make things really awkward, especially if Tomas didn't know what was happening.

As the panic set in fearing John was going to try and slip his dick in my mouth, or slide my pants off and fuck me from behind, I felt the coolness of his spirit right round my head. It was as if I were right under an AC unit, keeping me cool, while I was blowing Tomas. Suddenly, I felt John's hand on my head. His hand was guiding me up and down as I slurped on Tomas' dick. He would force my face down hard at times, gagging me, making me take Tomas' dick further into my throat as I had before. Making me go faster and deeper. John guided me. He helped me and showed me how hard and deep I needed to be sucking, to get Tomas off.

Just moments later, I felt Tomas's head rest on top of my head. I now had two hands resting on top to help assist my momentum and depth. I started to focus more on sucking Tomas dick, then who had their hand on my head and truly began to get into the feeling of his dick sliding in and out of my mouth. I was turned on, elevated, and aroused all at once. I was no longer concerned or scared. I was slurping away on a hard dick, which had been something I had been longing for.

I wanted to experiment more in the way I was doing it. I wanted to lick his shaft from top to bottom. Take it fast and deeply, yet slow and delicately. Tease the tip a bit. When Tomas lifted his hand from my head, I no longer felt John's hand. I was doing it all on my own, and I was getting into it more than I would have ever imagined. Tomas' hard dick was slipping in and out of my mouth, slippery wet and hard as could be, as I continued sucking way. I wanted every bit of this moment. I wanted to make him cum. I wanted him to be moaning my name.

Tomas was groaning out in pleasure, getting closer and closer to orgasm. He would whisper out this thing like, "Tighter, baby. Tighter." As I slurped on his throbbing dick.

"Yeah, make me cum. Make me cum." Slipped past his lips.

The more he moaned out, the harder and the tighter I wrapped my mouth around his dick, the faster I slid up and down his shaft, the more aroused I became. I realized in those seconds, my dick was rock hard, poking out of my underwear.

I was sucking dick! And I was loving every second of it.

"I'm gonna fucking cum," was the next thing I heard before I felt Tomas' start ejaculating inside my mouth.

The hot white goo his dick shot was filling my mouth, and exciting my taste buds. I felt his dick pulsing and thrusting. I didn't stop sucking but slowed down a bit as he kept squirting pulse after pulse. When I had a second in between the back and forth, I swallowed it down, only to get a bit more with each little thrust. I swirled my tongue around the tip, holding his dick in place as his body quivered and jerked.

"Fuck!" He mouthed out as I knew he was letting go of the last drops of cum.

I slowly slid his dick from my mouth, seeing it all shiny, covered with my saliva and his cum. As I came upright, Tomas pulled me in and pressed his lips to mine. He knew that was my first blow job, so when our lips parted, he asked, "Did you like it?"

"I did." Was my reply.

Tomas guided me onto my seat after he adjusted himself, getting his pants back up the best he could. He leaned over towards me and slid his hands back down into my pants. I was hard, but not as hard as I had been just moments before. Tomas kissed around my neck, on my left ear, as his hand kept trying to jack me off, to get me fully erect again.

"Slide these down." He whispered in my ear as he was tugging on the flap of my pants.

I lifted my body off the seat, slid my pants and underwear down a bit and Tomas dipped his head, lifted my dick into the right position with his hand and slid my dick into his mouth. If you thought it felt weird giving head to a man, it was even stranger seeing him go down on me. But his mouth was so warm and wet and this was the first blow job I had received in years, so it was incredible to feel someone's mouth around my dick again.

Tomas bobbed up and down on me. Although I hadn't felt John's spirit or touch on me since I was giving Tomas head, I also believed he was still there. Like he was in the backseat watching over us. It didn't take long until I was fully erect, and since Tomas knew what he was doing with a dick, I felt the urge to cum start tingling quickly.

"Oh my god," I spoke out. "You are great at this, Tom."

He started thrusting down harder, and within seconds, I knew I was going to explode.

"I'm gonna cum," I moaned out as he slurped up and down. He pulled my dick form his mouth, stroked me with his hands a few times, while whispering, "Cum for me."

I was excited to hear that and when he put my dick back into his mouth and started sucking as hard and tightly as he could, I felt the buildup instantly. It wasn't 20 seconds later that I was starting to shoot my cum deep into his mouth. The feeling of releasing my load into someone's mouth again was incredible. I felt alive, invigorated, and sexual, like I hadn't in a long time. I shook and trembled, and my dick thrust and pulsed as I released every drop.

When I finished cumming, Tomas slid my dick out of his mouth, grasping my shaft with his hand. Keeping a firm, tight grip on it as he came face to face with me. We kissed softly and as odd as it was to kiss someone after I came in their mouth, I also realized he had cum in mine.

When our night was done and we parted ways, I knew things had taken a turn for me. As different as it was to see his head bobbing up and down on my dick, and knowing I had bobbed up and down on his, I felt comfortable with it. I had longed for this for so long, and knowing John was there for at least a moment. That he had seen this, been a part of this, was heartwarming.

I lay in bed that night a changed man. I had given head. I had sucked dick. I had swallowed cum. For me, it was as if I had done something I wanted to do, checked it off the bucket list, and was going to move on. I kept reliving it, kept hearing the moans. Kept feeling the warmth and saltiness in my mouth when Tomas came. It made me want it more. This wasn't going to be a one-and-done moment. I wanted more. I wanted John. I wanted dick.

During all of my erotic, out-of-the-ordinary thoughts, I somewhat wished I could have perhaps had them both at the same time, which then made me think, I wonder if Tomas felt John there? Had he felt that cool breeze? Did he realize that his hand was resting on top of John's, while I was giving him head?

Had John been visiting him too and brought us together, or was it just my newly discovered sexuality and desires that were brought on by John, and in meeting Tomas, I had found someone to conduct those things with?

It was all a mystery, but one that would change my life. I almost wanted to get up, walk over to my office desk, and circle today's date on my calendar. I wouldn't write anything around it, just highlight it to remind me that today was the first time I sucked dick. An aide-memoire when I would flip back. An anniversary, if you will, for something I had been dying to do and finally accomplished.

I didn't feel John's presence that night or the next few days after. I almost began to think that maybe once he had sent me onto the path of dating a man, knowing I had sucked dick, and realizing what I wanted, that perhaps he had moved on. He had found another to seduce in his ghostly way. But all those thoughts and ideas were dismissed just a few days later, when John appeared after I returned from dinner with some old friends. This time, he was more forceful than he had ever been. More violent and influential in how he took me and made me want dick even more.

I'll tell you all about that night in the next chapter, culminating with the first time I sucked Tomas off in private at his place. My second blow job, which, truthfully, was even better than the first. But for now, back to John and the anal violating I took from John, late Thursday evening.