Page 60 of Squad Ghouls

As if I had any intention of leaving. Fuck, I’d have been willing to just bury my nose inside of him and suffocate there. It would be the death of a hero. Death by suffocation in the supple flesh of the most incredible arse to have ever been created.

“Ryan!” he cried when I stabbed my tongue inside of him, the grip he had on my hair tightening.

He went from a pliant little plaything to a wild creature, holding my head in place and humping my tongue until he had me right where he wanted me.

I realised really quickly that I wasn’t in control at all. But I didn’t care.

I let him use me. I let him guide me and ride my face until he was a drooling, whimpering mess on the desk.

I felt a bead of sweat drip from his back onto my cheek. It mixed with my spit and the taste of him, and I swallowed it all like I’d never tasted anything so good in my life.

“Close…” he cried above me, and I gripped his hips, urging him to ride me harder, faster.

My own cock was hard but completely forgotten in my jeans. It was close to bursting, but I wouldn’t touch it until he was satisfied.

He was screaming now, uninhibited and wild as he chased that final tumble over the edge. I gave it to him.

I bit down on the rim of his hole, letting my teeth deliver that final blow to whatever self-control he had left.

He cried out so loud my ears rang as he spilled, and to my utter shock, I felt my own cock swell achingly until I came in my jeans like a teenager. Without ever touching it. Without a singular thought spared.

Just watching him, tasting him, feeling him was enough to undo me.

I stood back up, plastering my sweaty chest against Owain’s damp back. My ragged breaths hit his neck and he shivered again, the little desk under the window barely holding him up.

I leaned around him just a bit, kissing his shoulder and peering at the desk, smile painting my face as I noticed a little pool of his cum glistening on the dark surface.

“That was…” I heard him whisper, but before he could shower me with praise a round of applause broke out just outside the window in front of us.

“Splendid! Marvellous! Inspired!” The ghost of a man in his late forties floated in the air, face plastered against the glass, eyes wide and hands poking through the window as he clapped.

“Well done, boy!” Barth cheered, throwing a wrinkled hand over the other ghost’s shoulder.

Owain meeped and reached for the dusty curtain, lifting it to his waist and hiding his softening cock from unwanted eyes. “Barth!” he screeched. “What are you doing?”

“I’ll exorcise your arse so hard not even the afterlife will take you,” I said, pointing a finger at them.

“Oh, don’t mind us.” The other ghost shook his head. “If you have another round in you, we’ll just be very, very quiet. You won’t even know we’re here.”

“Aye, boy!” Barth said. “That was a solid seven out of ten, but the boys and I believe in you. You can do better!”

I felt white-hot rage bubble inside me as Barth floated away, the sound of ghostly cackles echoing.

“A seven??” I asked, yelling after Barth. “His legs are still shaking!”

“Ryan!” Owain turned around to smack my chest but missed by a foot because like I said, his knees were far from stable enough to hold him upright.

“Might give you half a point more,” the ghost said. “He really does look wobbly.”

“Stop it!” Owain said. “Who are you, please?”

Polite to the bitter end, my Owain. I caressed the naked globe of his arse lovingly, looking down at his flushed cheeks and a tiny bead of sweat rolling off his neck. I leaned in and licked it off, pressing a kiss to his skin as I made eye contact with the ghost Owain clearly didn’t know. But he seemed more generous with his scoring.

I could get this to at least a nine.

I bit down on the tendon in Owain’s neck and he buckled, head tilting back and lips parting on a soft sigh.

“Beautiful,” the strange ghost said, and his voice brought Owain back to reality.