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From: wgnmkr@aol.com (Wgnmkr)
Subject: ghost.txt (male masturbation with ghost)

     "Haunted!"
     That's what Marty Bates thought as he put his luggage on the floor of
his hotel room. 
He'd heard that the hotel was haunted, but people stayed there anyway just
to see a ghost or
other specter.  He, like everyone else who registered, shrugged off the
rumors that the hotel had
ghosts.  He laughed it off.  Maybe he might get lucky and see a ghost.
     But Marty didn't know just how lucky he'd be.  As he puttered around
the room
unpacking his suitcase, he didn't see the light apparition shimmering in
the large mirror behind the
desk.  The image was that of the head and shoulders of a man, and it
watched Marty go back and
forth, oblivious he was being watched.  Marty finished his unpacking
quickly, and looking at his
watch, decided to take a little nap since it was only twelve-thrity and
nothing started for another
hour or so.  He layed back on the bed, closed his eyes and exhaled,
feeling the small stress of
unpacking leave his body, then nodded off.
     From the mirror, the ghost watched everything.  Finally when Marty
was asleep, the figure
slowly emerged from the mirror.  First his head, then his shoulders, then
the rest of his body.  The
figure was naked, and now it floated in the air high above the room.  As
the ghost floated, his
penis grew stiff and stuck out.  Then it turned and floated on its back,
got in the position Marty
was napping in, and hovered over him.  Slowly, the naked ghost with its
hard erection sank and
disappeared into Marty's sleeping body.
     Marty's eyes started moving rapidly back and forth in their sockets,
and Marty began to
dream.  The first dream was the one everyone has about being at school
with no pants on.  But
this one was different.  Marty was sitting alone in a classroom, no pants
on, and he was
masturbating.  And he couldn't help but sit there, his legs open with his
hand on his dick slowly
stroking the hard shaft.  Even if the bell rang and the class filled with
students, he'd have to sit
there with his legs open and let everyone watch this act of self-pleasure.
 But no students came in;
he just sat there masturbating.  And what was more, the sleeping figure of
Marty could actually
feel the hardness and heat of erect dick as the dream Marty stroked.  And
the danger of getting
caught in this classroom with his dick in his hand increased the sense of
pleasure.  And just as the
dream Marty was about to reach the peak of masturbating, the scene went
black for the sleeping
Marty.
     What seemed an eternity but was actually mere seconds, another dream
scene popped into
Marty's sleeping mind.  Trees towered over a naked dream Marty as he stood
in a small clearing
in a forest.  And again he was naked with his hand pumping his hard erect
penis.  He felt the
warmth of the sun that streamed through the trees onto his face.  He also
felt the cool breeze
tickle his naked body and through his legs, swirling around his balls and
inner thighs and butt. 
Birds and squirrels chirpped merrily about him as he slowly stroked the
hot hard shaft of his erect
dick with one hand and felt the mounds of his ass with the other hand. 
His hips were pushed
forward, making his dick soar in the warm forest air before him.  The
sleeping Marty felt the
hardness of the dream Marty's dick as he played with it; he also felt the
heat of the blood the
engorged it.  The dream Marty's breath quickened and his hand moved faster
and gripped tighter
arouond his dick, and just like before, the dream ended just before Marty
came.
     Instantly, the dream Marty was soaring high above a shoreline,
watching the waves of the
ocean crash against the rocky coast.  His arms were straight out from his
shoulders as he flew,
dipping and gliding high in the air.  As he soared, he felt the rush of
cool air over his naked body,
especially feeling the air around his hot erection.  He started to loose
some altitude and headed for
the tops of the trees, but somehow he knew.  With his masturbating hand,
he reached for his dick
and fingered it, leaving his left hand as his wing.  He dipped a little
more then began rubbing his
his dick, keeping hold of it as he rubbed its heated stiffness.  He began
to climb as he stroked,
using smooth even motions up and down his hard shaft.  Soon his hand
jerked his dick faster,
feeling the waves of self-pleasure flow through his flying naked body.  He
soon lost control of his
own hand as it beat faster, working his dick toward orgasm.  His body
convulsed then in orgasm,
and he felt his sperm leave his dick and he watched the white fluid fall
to the green tree below. 
Suddenly he began to plummet toward the trees.  No matter how much he
stroked his now-softening dick, he couldn't maintain his altitude.  Surely
he'd crash through the tree and die.
     Marty's eye popped open just as he was about to hit the trees.  He
looked around his hotel
room where he was now safe.  He propped himself on his elbows and exhaled
in relief.  Then he
realized his dick hurt.  It was very hard under his pants.  His dreams had
even him an erection that
hurt.  Marty undid his pants and pulled them down over his butt and to his
thighs.  That helped a
little, but the amount of blood in his dick still made it hurt, especially
at the base.  He finished
removing his pants, and laying back on the bed, started masturbating.
     It hadn't felt this good in a long time.  He stroked his engorged
dick, sensing the waved
build in his groin and spreading throughout his whole body.  He looked at
his crotch as he jerked
himself off, his hand sliding along the shaft, feeling its hardness and
heat.  The warmth of his dick
spread through his whole arm, and the steel shaft gave him a sense of
security.  Secure from what
didn't matter, just the sense that the hardness gave him a feeling that
nothing would effect him. 
He stroked a little more then let it go, and he watched it bobbed up and
down like it had a life of
its own.  But his manipulations didn't ease the pain in his dick.  He'd
have to come to relieve the
tension.  But he didn't want to come yet because he loved what he was
doing: feeling his hard
dick in his hand as he masturbated.  The pain, however, became a little
unbearable, and he had to
come.
     He got up from the bed and knelt down on his hands and knees on the
floor, letting his
dick bounce by itself between his legs.  He grabbed his dick again and
started stroking it, feeling
his balls bounce with the motion of his hand.  With quick even strokes of
his dick, he was
reaching his orgasm.  Then a sense of regret overcame him because he'd go
limp after he came
and wouldn't be able to get it hard again for a few hours at least.  But,
once again the pain from
the stiffness of his dick was hurting him.  He jerked off faster until he
started to buck his hips like
he was fucking a girl, and he came.  He felt the force of his ejaculation
as it spurted from the tip
of his dick and he heard the semen plop on the carpet.  He continued to
jerk is dick with force as
each ejaculation left his dick, until finally he stopped.  The waves of
orgasm slowly subsided as he
knelt on the floor; the hard dick was still hurting, but was softening a
little, and soon the pain too
eased.
     As he knelt, the apparition slowly floated from Marty's body, bent
over as Marty was. 
The apparition's dick was still hard as it evaporated into thin air. 
Marty quickly looked over his
shoulder as if he sensed the ghost, but nothing was there.  He shrugged
his shoulders then sat on
the bed, recalling the masturbation dreams he had and the need to jerk off
after dreaming them. 
He smiled to himself because he felt good.  He also felt happy.  He looked
down at his limp dick
and thanked it for a wonderful time.  Then he cleaned himself up, got
dressed and went out.

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