Franco

Franco moved into my house this morning. He was tall, and all muscular, the typical bad boy type. An all-American rebel. I had no issues with him. Frankly, I thought he was cute. Though, I’m gay, and he’s clearly straight… oh, and I’m dead. Yeah, I died a few months ago here in the house. Its not so bad, I got to people watch the prospective buyers and scare off the ones I didn’t like. Franco, though, I liked.

He was fresh out of Miami, Cuban, and was looking for a bartending job here in town. He got a steal at my place. So, he had his stuff moved in, and was left to unpack it himself. Little did he know he had a housemate. I had flown around, observing him throughout the day, watching him smoke, lift heavy boxes with those meaty arms, beat one out watching some porn in the bathroom… He was just so sexy. So manly. I wanted so badly to be him. I waited patiently for him to come back on his vintage black Harley, I knew my payout would be great. 

He came in, throwing his keys onto the table, and fell down onto the leather couch, ready to sleep. This was my time. I slithered my way from across the room to beside the couch. He was laying face down, his big biker boots resting on the armrest, still dressed in the classic jeans, black leather jacket, and ripped up wife beater. Even unconscious, he exuded confidence and sex appeal. I looked at the perfect bumps of his bubble butt, and found my entrance point. Sliding his pants down, I looked at his black silk boxers, still so warm. I placed my ghostly hands on his ass, groping the round muscles. They were so luscious and plump, I couldn’t wait. I slid the boxers to reveal his smooth ass, perfect for eating out. Holding my breath in anticipation, I slide two fingers into his tight, virgin hole; the outline of my fingers is clearly seen just beneath his skin, almost like rubber. 

I slid my entire hand into his ass and massaged his prostate, making him stir and moan. He was ready at this point, I was just playing around, seeing what I can do. I began to push my other arm into his hole, and opened it like a stretchy hair tie. He is starting to wake up at this point, so I realise it was now or never. With all my force, I slid my entire body into his hole, the sound of the pressure making a inflating balloon sound. He was full on crying in pleasure at this point, grasping his cock and balls. Turning over, he saw my ghostly form squirming beneath his skin, the outline of my body inside his own. 

He pumped furiously at the feeling of me inside him, since I made sure my tail was constantly massaging his prostate. Taking control of his hands and arms, I slid two of his broad fingers into his ass, and pumped his cock with the other hand. He excitedly chuckled in amazement at what was happening. I guess he and I will get along just fine. I thrust my own cock into his, while he gasped and begged for more. Stretching my newly acquired toes inside his boots, I realized he’s not into socks… he’s barefoot inside these… I wriggled my toes against the smooth interior of his well worn, comfy boots and heard him gasping for air at the sensations. Eventually, he saw the outline of my head pushing into his neck. 

“Oh yeah, oh fuck!” He screamed, as my rubbery head finally popped into his. I smirked with my borrowed lips as I took full control of his body. Yet, I liked this guy, and he seemingly loved the sensation of a man inside of him. So, I let his consciousness stay intact and watch as I used his body like a costume. I could hear his screams of ecstasy in my head. His memories and personality combined with mine, and I burst a stream of hot, thick, sticky cum all over his body. Licking the cum from my calloused hands, I threw off my jacket and tank, I was so hot. I lit up a cigarette nonchalantly, as he would. Walking outside, I look around my old neighbourhood with a bright new perspective. Yeah, I’ll let him have control every once in a while, but I’m here to stay.