Jack watched as the bushes shuffled, clearly concealing someone. Ollie looked up, realizing his repayment would have to wait. Jack pulled out the third pair of shoes, formerly belonging to the baby of the group, Palms. Palmsy was always the sweet, good natured (if not dim) goofball that was the groups “pride and joy.” Not to mention, he was by far the most attractive of them all. Jack missed his Palmsy and desperately needed his bottom bitch back. He and Ollie rose, making their way toward the bushes.
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The homeless man shuddered at the idea of what he just saw. A ghost? In real life? Possessing someone? Terrified, he quietly started to gather his things to move down toward the city center. Unfortunately, he wasn’t quite quick enough to escape Ollie, bounding through the hydrangea bush. Ollie tackled the man to the ground, the old man too shocked to cry out. Jack slowly approached the man, now being held down by Ollie. Jack kneeled in front of the man’s face.
“Usually people would avoid your stink. But, I think it could probably be improved.” He pulls out the pair of trashed, black high tops. The smell emanating from the sneakers was a sickly sweet sweaty scent, which enveloped his mind. “You see, you should be thanking me. You’re helping me bring my baby boy back to me.” Jack rips off the man’s tattered boots, and shoves on the sneakers. The man had never felt such comfortable shoes. So broken in and soft. Even the dampness of the insoles and dank musk meant nothing to him, he felt comfort.
A turquoise, translucent figure slowly began to twist around the man’s legs. A warm, melodic laugh echoed in his ears. In front of him now floated the figure of a muscular, sexy man. He had a rubbery complexion, that reflected the light in a strange way; and he smelled of the familiar scent of the shoes. He floated closer, as the man shook his head in denial. The rubbery hand of the boy caressed his filthy face, wiping away the dirt and grime from his head. The ghost almost looked sad, as he looked at his soon-to-be host. Looking into the ghost’s eyes, the homeless man felt at ease, and safe.
With a genuine, yet still cocky smile, the ghost launched himself at the man’s mouth. The old geezer accepted the warm, slimy creature into himself, as the familiar deflating balloon sound resonated in his ears. He could feel the powerful muscles squirming within him, and the calloused fingers pulling and pushing within him. The incredibly euphoric sensation was too much, as he began to inhale the ghost inside him. The rubbery tail quickly slurped into his open mouth, and he got to work.
The dirt and grime covering the man fell away, being replaced with beads of smelly sweat. The rotting smell that used to plague this man was replaced with the athletic, musky, sexy smell of a young skater. His old, gray hair grew black, thick, and full, styling itself into a messy, sultry hairdo. Abs and muscles rippled throughout his body, letting out a slimy, bubbling sound underneath his quickly tanning and smooth skin. He could hear his bones cracking and stretching, like a thick rubber band being stretched to the max. His newly calloused hands grasp his thick, 9′ in cock and pump slowly, lubed by his slick sweat. Jack and Ollie begin working his old, tired face into the chiseled, seductive face of Palms.
The last of his rags turning into a damp black tank and green cargo shorts, Palms took a deep breath, looking around with his minty green eyes. Jack, thrilled his baby boy returned, grasped Palmsy’s erect cock and pumped furiously. Ollie excitedly began eating his ass, getting ready for the orgy about to ensue.
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