Stories of Certain Hungry Ghosts

No minors allowed 🔞 Sideblog of @yisony07 (formerly @1224maikei and @the-ghostly-mask). This blog is for NSFW gay kink stories involving ghosts — spectral possession, hauntings, body-sharing, and boys who end up loving what takes them. Most of them blend lust, creepiness, and a touch of paranormal romance. 🖤👻

[yiso-ghost07]

Adam must have suspected something when Ben, his handsome but bitter companion, approached him and grabbed him sensually and affectionately after he came out of the bathroom. Of course, they were in a bar, and Ben had had a few drinks, so it could have been the alcohol.

The blond Adam was unaware that they had been followed all day by a horny ghost, and as soon as Ben was alone in one of the bathroom stalls, he took the opportunity to possess his body. Now he would make the most of his hot new acquisition, both for his own pleasure and for the unsuspecting Adam. Meanwhile, Ben could only see, hear… and feel everything.

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He shouldn't have drunk that. He should have noticed his light brownish beverage had turned slightly bluish, as if enveloped in a spectral aura. But then again, what can you expect from a highly attractive man who went to a mixed-gender bar to have some fun? It was the perfect opportunity for a cunning ghost to take advantage of that moment of distraction when he was looking at a man of interest and slip into his drink. The man downed it in one gulp, and in a matter of seconds, the ghost took control of his body.

"Hmmm… Oh yeah, baby…" he murmured, savoring his new voice and deliciously stroking his bulge. Then he glanced in the direction the hot man was looking and saw his prey looking back at him, so he smiled. "Looks like we'll have some fun now," he said, getting up to enjoy the night.

[yiso-ghost07]

Bodywork

The sky was tinted white and blue as the sun set behind a few clouds. It was a day like any other in the city park. The leaves on the trees moved slightly in the warm wind. Gary moved around, letting himself be carried by the flow of the wind. To anyone else, that phrase might seem strange, but Gary was a ghost.

He didn't remember what his life had been like, or how he died, or how old he was. He was sure he was an adult and must be from the area, but nothing more. He didn't remember much of the sensations of the living either, and seeing people sneaking around from time to time, he couldn't help but sigh. Sure, he knew he was capable of taking control of people, but it was a very strenuous exercise. The first time he tried it, entering a college freshman at a party, he was able to eat and taste whatever he wanted, but he was violently expelled by the young man's soul and Gary couldn't even move for several hours; the second time, he occupied the body of a dog in a house and, although it lasted longer and he was able to experience what it felt like to be bathed and dried, when he came out he couldn't do anything for days. Since then, Gary was careful when it came to possessing people, so he reserved it for special occasions.

And what a special occasion it was that afternoon: Gary wanted to experience life again.

Gary continued floating, invisible to the people around him, until he reached a fountain. There he saw who he wanted to control. That man, Daniel, was exercising by jogging a little in the park like every morning. He had a singular beauty and a very well-worked body.

The ghost had been watching him for a few days and already knew that that man wouldn't do much more that day, so he could take advantage of it to explore those desires he had. Besides, it had been a long time since he had done it last.

When Daniel seemed to change his route, a sign that he was leaving, Gary followed him. In a matter of minutes, they arrived at the man's apartment. Gary was excited about it and planned where he was going to enter.

Gary patiently floated into Daniel's room, watching as the man prepared for his post-workout routine. Daniel, oblivious to the ghost's presence, stripped off his sweaty clothes and headed to the bathroom, leaving the door ajar. The sound of water running through the shower echoed through the small apartment, mingling with the murmur of the wind coming through the open window.

While Daniel showered, Gary curiously explored the surroundings. The apartment was simple, but cozy. The walls were adorned with a series of drawings, all hand-drawn. As he got closer, Gary could see that the drawings depicted attractive people in various poses, some with ecstatic expressions, others with vacant or lost looks. What caught his attention most were the small details that revealed a peculiar theme: the characters seemed to be possessed, their eyes shining with an unearthly glow.

The discovery made a spark of excitement run through Gary. “This guy… He draws about ghosts taking over hot men!” he thought in amazement. The idea of ​​Daniel sharing such a fetish sparked a naughty desire in him to make those fantasies a reality. After all, it was rare to find someone who not only accepted the possibility of possession, but enjoyed it in such a creative way. “Let’s see if it’s a real thing…” thought Gary.

As Daniel emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, Gary followed as he made his way to the small work table by the window. Daniel dried his hair, changed into some comfortable clothes, and sat down, preparing his drawing tablet and stylus. There was something meditative about the way Daniel prepared his tools, as if he were entering a creative trance.

Gary knew this was his chance.

As Daniel began to trace the first lines on the paper, Gary slid towards the pencil, his ethereal essence surrounding it before penetrating it. At first, Daniel didn't notice anything strange, focused on his work. But as he moved forward, he felt something different, a slight tremor in the hand holding the pencil, as if the object had a life of its own.

Gary smiled internally, feeling in complete control of the pencil. He moved the pencil gently, occasionally interrupting Daniel's hand, causing erratic strokes that damaged the sketches. At first, Daniel thought it was his device's screen, so he restarted it, but when he continued his work, the same problems occurred: his arm would inexplicably slip, pulled by the stylus.

“What the fuck…” Daniel said, and felt the stylus vibrate even more in his hand. He didn’t know it, but it was Gary, who had gotten excited at hearing his voice. Daniel let go and put down his tablet. “Maybe I better get some sleep, my hand is shaking a lot,” he said to himself, so he got up and lay down on the bed.

“Now it’s time…” Gary thought and had already pulled half of his spectral body out of the stylus when it came back to him with a new idea. “Let’s see if you really enjoy it, Daniel…”

Gary floated the stylus to the bed, at the man’s feet. It was a pure delight that Daniel was sleeping face down. Slowly, the ghost began to drag the stylus along the man's semi-hairy legs like someone caressing a canvas before capturing an image. This caused a tickling sensation that, while not waking Daniel, made him vibrate a little and exhale a little heavier than usual.

For some reason, this excited Gary a little more. The prospect of inducing arousal in a state as vulnerable as sleep was more than tempting.

He continued to gently brush the stylus, entering under the man's shorts, sliding through the soft white fabric of his underwear, and reaching the area with the asterisk.

"So tempting..." the ghost whispered and, unable to contain himself any longer, inserted the stylus.

Immediately, Daniel groaned and flinched. However, in the time it took him to wake up and turn around to see what was happening, Gary took the opportunity to release his essence from the stylus and spread it throughout the rest of his body. The tingling sensation it caused was as terrifying as it was exciting. His mind told him to shake it off, to try to get rid of what was foreign, but he decided not to resist. The way Gary took control of him was so pleasurable that he just moaned.

In a matter of seconds, Gary took control of Daniel's arms and, seeing that his dick was just as happy, he took the opportunity to pull down his pants, uncover that enormous cock, and massage it. Taking advantage of the sexy hunk's weakness, the ghost took complete control of his body.

"This is what you like, isn't it, Daniel?" the ghost taunted, hitting his belly with his hard cock. "Beings like me taking control of sexy hunks like you, huh? Well..." He jacked off for a few seconds.  “You’ll have firsthand experience for your stories…” he said before continuing to enjoy one of the pleasures of human life… before being thrown out again.

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“It's yours screaming like hell as well?” asked ‘Troy’ before kissing passionately ‘Adam’.

“Surprisingly no,” ‘Adam’ answered, “turns out he always wanted to do this so, it's a dream come true to us.”

“Oh, lucky you,” said ‘Troy’ and both of them proceeded to kiss again.

Troy and Adam were at Troy's beach house and later have fun, whether at the beach or with some hot women, but they attracted the attention of a young, gay couple of ghosts who were floating by, and they could not help themselves and possessed them once they noticed how sexy and ‘close’ they were. Now they would be the ones having fun.

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Last Wish

Basile Rinn lived his life very peacefully, without any complications. He had friends, a good job, studies… A person, to some extent successful, who spent each day with the greatest decency possible. However, among all the experiences that life was capable of offering, there was something he always longed to do: suck a cock.

He never tried it, given the time and place where he lived. Basile was never able to have a sexual experience; in fact, he died still being a virgin, so he did not know about it. However, it had become an obsession, and that thought was so present in his mind that he thought that, safely, once he tried it, he would rest in peace.

Maybe that's what caused him to become a ghost.

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Last Wish

Basile Rinn lived his life very peacefully, without any complications. He had friends, a good job, studies… A person, to some extent success

[yisony07]

It had happened so fast that poor but sexy Duncan couldn't do anything to stop it. The man was walking so calmly through the house naked, which had caught the attention of a ghost who was fascinated by his appearance and hid in the refrigerator.

When Duncan opened the refrigerator, the ghost dove straight for Duncan's cock. The man leaned back, unable to prevent the cold ectoplasm from entering his virile member. He felt cold, he sounded like a balloon being squeezed and yet, he felt pleasant. In a matter of seconds Duncan perceived himself differently, as if he had no control of himself.

"This is better than I thought," 'Duncan' said, smiling as he ran his hands over his new body. "I'm going to make the most of it," he said as he headed to the bedroom.

[yisony07]

Look at those athletes, who think they can walk around showing off their hot and desirable bodies like it's nothing. For example, this man here, who shamelessly showed off his enormous ass. With that view, what ghost eager to re-experience the pleasures of life can resist? So I couldn’t help but float towards his hole and entered him. Immediately he began to moan and move uncontrollably, but my strength is greater than his, so I took control of his body.

"Don't worry, buddy, hehehe..." I said in his v... I mean, my new voice, as I ran my hands over his buttocks and over his bulge. I knew that even he was capable of feeling everything, because who am I to take away the best sensations?

"Hey John, training is over, let's go" one of this man's teammates called.

"I'm coming," I said as I pulled up my pants. With this athletic body, John and I will have fun tonight.

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That man had been doing exercises when he caught the attention of Alan, a ghost who used to visit the park to see which handsome man he could take advantage of and, upon seeing Danny, in his black suit, Gary knew he had hit the jackpot, so he followed him immediately. He was already able to taste his new acquisition, with that sweat on top of Danny’s body, his enormous and strengthened muscles and the shaft that was surely hidden in his pants.

When they arrived at Danny's apartment, Gary acted immediately. Upon reaching the bedroom, the ghost caused Danny to fall fully onto the bed. Having Danny’s ass in front of him, Gary entered fully.

"What?!" Danny could barely scream at the intrusion. He felt something cold and somewhat sticky enter him through his hole. He turned to see what it was and, seeing a ghost, he screamed and tried to grab it to pull it out, but to no avail. In a matter of seconds, Alan was fully inside.

Danny didn't know what to do, because he was desperate. However, the sensation of the ghost moving inside him felt strangely comfortable, to the point of being pleasurable, like a small chill spreading into the warmth of his core. Little by little Danny felt how the sensation of his body, his arms, legs, torso... was replaced by an unmatched sexual pleasure, as if the only thing he wanted to do was ejaculate without stopping. Within seconds, he cummed and closed his eyes, falling motionless onto the bed.

A few minutes later, 'Danny' woke up and got up. However, he wasn't the same Danny as before.

"I thought you'd put up more of a fight, but you gave up easily... that's how I like it," he said, followed by a chuckle. "Fuck... this is much better than I thought. You'll see that you will be the life of the party..." he added and, with barely changing a few clothes, but without bathing at all, he left the house again, ready to go to a gay bar.

[yisony07]

Real Target

A few hours after noon, Oskar was watching from the bushes a couple standing in front of a metal bench talking in the middle of a somewhat crowded park. One of them was Jake, the smallest of the two, and with a somewhat tired look. But the one who interested Oskar the most was the other, Christopher, who spoke to Jake with a carefree smile that gave him an involuntary sex appeal, with the curious way his tight shirt fit against his pecs.

Oskar, eager to prove what was hidden under there, couldn't help but stir inside the bush, although he didn't care at all. The unusual blizzard hid his presence. They were the perfect conditions for the being to enjoy that view. And how to blame him? Oskar had spent the afterlife wandering around the park near the university looking with envy at the shameless way in which others enjoyed his sensations; He really missed being able to feel pleasure, being able to kiss, experience carnal desires, and when he discovered that he was capable of possessing by chance when he took the form of a dog that wanted to urinate by placing itself where he was a few days ago, with someone as attractive as Christopher, Oskar knew what he wanted to do. Oskar slid his semi-blue, semi-transparent body across the black asphalt until he reached the bench so he could hear what they were saying and see if he had a chance.

“So, what did you decide to do with Carla?” Jake asked, as if the topic didn't matter to him that much.

“I broke up with her and honestly, it didn't hurt at all…” both men laughed lightly.

So he is without commitment, Oskar thought, increasingly convinced of his decision. But it can't be now, Oskar thought. He never liked attention, and he suspected that taking possession of Christopher wouldn't be so easy under those circumstances. If his mind is as strong as his body, it wouldn't be the best, he told himself.

“So… will you come to my apartment now to play?”

“Well of course, bro,” Jake replied, “although I'll go later, maybe in the evening, I have to finish some things, you know…” he winked and Christopher snorted.

“Well,” he said, adjusting his backpack. “I'll take a nap while you arrive.”

“Got it.”

Oskar watched his loot walk away, blending into the crowd. The ghost grimaced and looked towards Jake, who seemed to slink away. Curiosity overcame the spirit, so he found himself following it. Jake walked towards the nearest shopping center and entered one of the cubicles. Oskar crept over to the toilet where he went, and watched stealthily as Jake unbuttoned his pants, pulled down his boxers, and revealed his not very erect penis.

Jake peed for a few seconds while letting out a loud sigh. He took a piece of toilet paper, wiped his meatus and was about to put his pants back on when he felt his phone vibrate.

After throwing away the paper, Jake proceeded to take out his cell phone. He checked it and instantly his cock became erect. "Hell already, these pussies look very sexy, ready to take a good hammer," he commented, biting his lip for a moment.

Faced with such a cock right in front of him, Oskar did not waste the opportunity. "Here we go!" he said before launching himself headlong into that pinkish glans.

It took Jake several seconds to realize what was happening. The sudden low temperatures he felt on his dick made him look down and he was surprised to see a bluish mass snaking in his pisshole.

"What the...!!" he shouted, but was cut off by a moan coming from himself. Oskar entered little by little while Jake waved his hands around his penis to grab or scare the ghost away, but to no avail. "Get… out… fuck… ah yeah… no…get… of… me!!" 

He screamed and crashed back into the door. A feeling of repulsive pleasure ran through his body as Oskar entered him. It was nauseating and yet exciting, sensual, pleasurable... Jake could do nothing but moan until all of Oskar entered him.

Jake's body began to shake uncontrollably, hitting the walls of the cubicle. A cold, gelatinous sensation spread and spread inside the man's body. Only screams and grunts of pleasure came from Jake's mouth, and as all of Oskar occupied every inch of Jake, his body fell to the floor with a thud, missing the toilet.

Jake opened his eyes slowly, but they had taken on a bluish hue. He was no longer the same: Oskar was in control.

"Whew... that was a battle..." Oskar whispered between gasps. He took Jake's cell phone, put it in one of his pockets and stood up, fixing his pants. He watched his new arms, a little hairier and thicker than before, his chest rising and falling as he breathed at an increasingly regular pace, and the way his clothes (especially his pants) fit around his body, giving a suggestive connotation to Jake's casual clothing. "But it was worth like hell," he added, running his new hands over his new abdomen, his bulge slightly noticeable.

Someone knocked on the cubicle door.  “Hey, man, is everything okay? You were yelling and there was a lot of noise…”

 “No, no, don't worry,” Jake said through Oskar;  the feeling of his new voice running down his throat was warm, though not entirely perfect. “I saw a huge insect and I have a phobia of them, so I went crazy, hehehe…” he explained quickly.

 “Okay, happy rest of the afternoon!”

“Yeah, bye…” Oskar bent down to check that no one else was in the bathroom so he could leave safely. Once he verified it, he opened the cubicle. “Now, to the main plate,” he added before leaving the public bathroom.

Christopher had never been the type of boy to believe in spirits, ghosts, or paranormal activities. He lived his life with complete tranquility without thinking that those kinds of things could affect him, being a university student a few semesters away from starting his thesis. He didn't have many friends and had ended an unsatisfactory relationship, but that's how he preferred it: he didn't want to get involved with anything.

He was curled up in his bed just minutes after saying goodbye to Jake. He was hoping to get some sleep before his video game night with his pal Jake. He just closed his eyes when he heard someone knock on the door. A shiver ran down his spine as he stood up.

“Who will it be at this time?” he wondered as he got out of bed. He only had on shorts and sandals. He walked to the door and was surprised when, upon opening it, he found Jake leaning on the threshold.

There was something different, it seemed to Chris, because he didn't remember his friend looking like that... well, like he had upgraded. And there was something about it that seemed strange to him.

“Jake! I thought you would be here later,” Chris said and stepped aside for Jake to enter. “I haven't prepared anything.”

“Oh, don't worry,” Jake responded as he looked around Chris's apartment as if for the first time. “My matter ended earlier than expected.”

“That's nice,” Chris said as he closed the door. “Sit over there and settle in as I prepare everything.”

“Oh, no need,” Jake said. He curled his lips into a lopsided smile before slowly approaching Chris.

"What's up dude? You look strange,” Chris said, confused by Jake's way of acting, but before he could ask anything else, Jake launched into kissing him on the lips. He had been very passionate, more than he would have received from any girl, and yet, Chris couldn't help but push Jake, causing him to fall on his ass on the floor. “Bro, what the fuck!!” He shouted, looking at Jake with a mixture of disgust and intrigue while he “wiped” his mouth.

"What's happening? I didn't think you'd take it like that,” Jake replied, standing up, observing Chris's face and body with unusual intensity. “I always wanted to do it… I love you!”

That statement made something shake in Chris' mind. Who had been his friend since they entered university, with whom he shared classes, laughs and afternoons of games, who had even been there for him when he talked about his experiences with women, was in love with him? That same person who had kissed him like that out of nowhere, joining his lips with his and tasting his tongue?

It was the craziest thing that had happened in his life and yet... he couldn't deny that he had liked him; In fact, he noticed that his penis had even hardened. And it wasn't until that moment, when Chris realized that Jake's eyes had a bluish tint.

“Jake… your eyes look different,” Chris said as if he were in a little trance, as if there was nothing else he wanted to do but admire his mate.

"So?" Jake said with a mischievous little smile and approached again. “Are they more… pretty?”

Something deep inside Chris wanted to run away from there, get away from that creep at any cost. But that desire was as foreign as if it were an intrusive thought. Jake suddenly looked attractive and, despite his build being inferior to his in several ways, desirable.

“They're so much sexier,” Chris whispered, surrendering to the man in front of him, and, surrendering to his own feelings, he reciprocated the kiss Jake gave him instantly. The part of Chris that wanted to flee screamed in his mind, but he was drowned out by the pleasure coursing through his body. Chris didn't react negatively when Jake put his hands on his chest, rubbing him gently, but instead wrapped his arms around his waist while they continued with their lips together, in that game of tongues. It was hot, comfortable and quite sloppy from all the saliva, and yet it was the only thing Chris focused on. It was too good, indeed, very good.

But suddenly, Chris felt a completely opposite sensation on his tongue and, out of shock, he quickly separated from Jake, opening his eyes after he stopped feeling his touch.

"What's wrong? I thought you liked me," Jake asked, with a hint of irritation that was missed by Chris.

"It's just that I felt something strangely cold and slimy..." Chris said as if he was coming out of a trance, and as such, he realized what he had done, reflecting on his face in the way his eyes opened and his mouth of shock.

At no point in his life had he been attracted to other men and yet he couldn't deny what he did or how he felt, although something inside him seemed to believe that it hadn't been entirely voluntary.

He looked back at Jake...was that his idea or had he gotten a little taller? Because he didn't remember Jake's eyes being on the same level as his own, did he?

Jake clicked his tongue. "No, I didn't feel it," he said, "but how about we continue in bed? If, of course, you wanted us to be something.

"Of course…” No… he wanted to say, but instead it came out: "yes, we could be a couple..." he said with a silly smile, almost unlike him.

"Thank you dear." Jake smiled and kissed him again.

They both continued kissing and undressed before jumping into bed. Due to the heat of the moment, Chris couldn't reflect on what was happening, he only cared about pleasure, letting out those feelings that were still somewhat foreign; Jake stopped kissing his lips but instead continued planting kisses as he moved down his body until he reached the tip of his cock. Chris felt a tingle and looked down at Jake, who was smiling at the prospect of having said member before him, as if he had been waiting for it for so long.

Without saying a word, just a clash of glances, Jake began to suck him. Chris couldn't suppress his moans while he pinched his nipples with one of his hands and with the other he massaged Jake's face and hair. Jake moved up and down, feeling every inch of that huge meat. Chris felt in heaven, comfortable with his cock inside Jake's warm core. But suddenly, again, he felt that cold, rubbery feeling again, so he moved Jake so that his cock was free.

"What happened?" Jake asked with a quick movement of his right eyelid and a hint of irritation more noticeable than the other times.

"I almost came," Chris said. "I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter, dear... Are you ready for me to put it in?"

"What?"

Chris's alarms went off, but the blue look Jake gave him once again tamed his nerves. He settled down a little more and stretched his legs, so that Jake had all the way clear.

"I like it that way..." Jake whispered, using his saliva to wet his own dick and shoving it into Chris's hole.

At first it hurt, but it only took a few seconds of getting used to it for the pleasure to take over. In fact, his moans were even louder than before. Jake thrust again and again as he kissed him repeatedly. It was one of the nicest, hottest things, and the act lasted several minutes when both Chris and Jake cummed squirts. Chris felt Jake's warm fluid move inside him, filling him little by little, followed by something cold.

Jake fell hyperventilating on top of Chris, as if he were asleep or unconscious while Chris regulated his breathing. However, everything looked more and more blurry and his sensations were more and more diffuse, more confusing, until suddenly... something changed.

What… Chris said, or rather thought, since nothing came out of his mouth.

"Hehehe... finally," said 'Chris' with satisfaction. He moved Jake to the side (without removing his penis) so he could massage his own body as if it were a new acquisition, a new prize... Still smiling, he added: "After so much, I finally did it... You're all mine, Christopher."

At that moment 'Chris' noticed Jake moving. Apparently he was waking up.

"I don't know what that was..." he drawled, almost drunk-like, "but it was amazing... Where are we?"

Suddenly, 'Chris' pushed Jake to the other side, so that this time Jake was on the bottom. 'Chris' pulled Jake's cock out of his asshole and put the tip of his own cock into Jake's hole. He saw that Jake had returned to his original form and it was he who saw in 'Chris' a bluish tone in his eyes.

"We're about to start round two, babe, are you ready?" 'Chris' said before kissing him intensely and inserting his penis and then starting to ram him with his huge cock.

"Oh fuck..." Jake moaned, clutching his arms behind Chris' back. "This... is... amazing..."

"Oh, indeed it is..." Chris groaned, seeing what he had achieved. "Of course it is..."

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"I wonder what Santa will have left me for Christmas, hehehe," Sam said as he approached stealthily towards the gift area under the Christmas tree that he and his roommate Roger had decorated. Neither of them had bought gifts, so it seemed surprising to Sam to see a gift box addressed to his name and, as would be expected, he succumbed to the temptation to check his gift ahead of time. In a jiffy he broke the wrapping paper and opened the box waiting to see something inside, but his face went from emotion to confusion when he saw anything there: it was just an empty box. "Stupid troll, you got me..." Sam said with a bitter giggle, thinking that Roger had spent a joke on Christmas Eve, and went back to his room.

Sam did not know that there was something there, something transparent that floated behind him when the box was opened and, when Sam had lay down in his bed with a control to play video games in hand, he jumped on his body. Sam felt as if a powerful electric aphrodisiac was injected over his body before cumming a lot over himself while being thrown into the passenger seat of his own mind. 

His lips curved in a faint smile. “Hehehe… Santa did give me a good gift,” said ‘Sam’ and brought a little of his cum to his lips to try it while massaging his new acquisition. Suddenly, he heard a door in the distance be opened. "And it seems to me that I'm going to play a lot with it..." he added before getting up and receiving his roommate to celebrate in a different way. 

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“Okay, this is for you babe, we're gonna have so much fun toni… Gulp!!”

While this hunk Johan was taking a naughty photo to send to his date, the ghost that was roaming around the area took the opportunity to enter through his mouth and possess his body.

“Yes…” he said through Johan. “We are gonna have a lot of fun.”

[yisony07]

You should never act like shit to other people or walk around like you're the best of the best. That also doesn't mean being submissive or letting yourself be trampled on or, worse yet, forcing kindness; if you don't like a person, then you don't like them, right?

Well, don't make the mistake of John Hopeson, who, since that encounter in the apartment hallway with Wayne, the skinny neighbor who ended up tripping over him and ruining his clothes, dedicated himself to making his life miserable until Wayne couldn't take it anymore and... let's say he ended up like a ghost.

Now, unable to rest in peace, he retaliated and, after a battle, dominated John's body, and he was left as a hostage to himself, forced to see how his body was used to satisfy lascivious desires.

[yisony07]

Keeping the deal

Well, I have a change of plans. I'm going back to publish again, but mainly possession stories. The mask will be back once, as I said, I get all the drafts done, so, for those of you who like ghosts, well, it's back!! 👻🩵🤍

"You're a fucking sick!! This is what you wanted to do to me?!"

Mary's scream echoed throughout the apartment. She put her things away and quickly headed to the door of the house, stomping because of her anger. Danny, teary-eyed, ran after her and tried to stop her.

"Honey, that wasn't my intention! I-I-I can explain!"

"EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT?! I should have listened to my friends... they always said you were very toxic..." Tears came from her reddened eyes. “But attempting to hit me? You are shit!” she yelled before storming out of the apartment, slamming the door in Danny's face.

"No! Please come back! I won't do it again," He said, opening the door, but it was too late: looking around, he realized that she was no longer there. He closed the door and reentered the apartment slowly, as if he was barely processing what was happening.

Danny walked over to his bed, lay down on it and, burying his bed in the pillow, cried.

“I didn't mean to… I didn't mean to…” he whimpered and continued crying.

A semi-transparent blue gas-like mass floated above him, staring at him with a serious gaze. He had a humanoid shape, as he was a ghost, Orwen. Attracted by the young man's cries, Orwen moved closer until he was above the man's ass.

“Danny Orman,” the ghost called in a voice deeper and more frightening than his appearance conveyed. "It's time…"

“Don't come to fuck me! Do you really want me now?!” Danny whimpered, not bothering to lift his head from the pillow.

“I gave you everything you wanted, I kept my part of the agreement…” said Orwen. “That you were shit enough to almost hit her is not my problem.”

“I don't want to deal with you right now, leave me alone…” Danny pleaded and continued crying.

“Negative,” the ghost responded and began to float in small circles around the man's huge ass, “in fact, now that you're off the hook, I can have a lot more fun… hehehe…”

The ghost's cold laugh made the man's skin crawl, and he carelessly turned to face the ghost. He was about to express a weak “What?” when, suddenly, Orwen launched herself fully into his mouth. “Mphf… Hmphf…!!” Danny moaned, trying in vain to remove the enormous, bitter cold mass of gas that invaded his mouth, filling his lips with an ectoplasm that reminded him of the taste of beer.

"Come on, come on, make room for me," he said, since he was more massive than Danny.

In a matter of seconds, after futile kicks, Orwen was completely inside Danny. Danny's body danced and shook on the bed as the cold spread throughout his body. Danny stopped feeling his legs, his arms, his abdomen...

"Whew... I've always loved the process," came out of Danny's mouth, although more serious than usual, since he was no longer the one in control, but Orwen. Immediately, he wiped his face, took off his clothes, and noticed how part of his ghostly body protruded slightly from his new body. Excited by feeling new sensations, he massaged one of his nipples. "Hmm... fuck yeah!!" he moaned, his voice becoming as watery as Danny's.

'Danny' grabbed the phone and started downloading Grindr. A feeling of discomfort and complaint arose somewhere in his mind.

“What are you complaining about? I’ll get someone who will hit that ass as hard as you wanted to hit that woman,” he said with a satisfied smile as he heard distant moans from some region of his mind. “Oh, come on, after all this time I spent helping you… it's finally going to pay off,” he added as he rubbed his new bulge. "Now, who's going to want to spend the night with such a twunk?" Let's see..."

In a matter of minutes he arranged a meeting with someone who would arrive later at his house. When the doorbell rang, 'Danny', without bothering to get dressed (a body like that has to be shown off, right?) opened the door and found a whole daddy under the threshold.

"Hey, wassup?" he said, but 'Danny' pulled him in and slammed the door shut.

Without any dialogue, both began to kiss passionately. The hormones coursing through Danny's body silenced the protests in his mind, giving Orwen more freedom to explore. They reached the bed between kisses and he quickly undressed him until he was left in his underwear.

"I want to feel you inside me so bad," 'Danny' moaned.

The man took off his underwear and 'Danny' was able to admire that greatness.

"This was a deal worth it," he murmured as he lay face down on the bed, ready to take that cock hard. Not even the screams in his mind were able to counteract his desire and longing to feel full.

"Did you say something?" the other man asked curiously as he stood completely naked, his cock dangling pointing towards the hole.

"Oh no," ‘Danny’ said innocently, which made him look more attractive, and he looked back at the other. "I'm just waiting for you, hehe."

[the-ghostly-mask-deactivated202]

[yisony07]

Heh! He was so easy to get!! He thought that I was just his clean underwear and put me on and *plop* I took over his body.

Oh, there are a lot things I want to do, like getting dirty down there, for example, so hope that hole is ready, buddy!! 👻

(A/N: Hey, if you can please help me find the stories of my old account).

[yisony07]

Trick-and-Treat

Hello hello, despite still being on break, I wanted to take the opportunity to leave you this "thematic" story. I hope you like it!

"I still can't believe you went to that abandoned house and stole that thing," John said in a mix of laughter and disbelief as he stared wide-eyed at his friend Mark. “How on Earth did you do it?”

“Hehehe… you wanna know?” Mark asked with a smirk on his face, while holding a peculiar jack o lantern wrapped in a blanket, which was black on the outside and red on the inside. “When we get home I’ll explain.”

The sky was turning orange at sunset when both men arrived at Mark's apartment. It was the evening before Halloween and the pair of friends had been invited to a party at one of the most popular fraternities at his college. John took a seat on the couch while Mark placed the flashlight somewhere he considered special; in the end, he left it on a shelf near his bed. Mark returned to the living room.

"Well, this is what happened," and he proceeded to tell his story.

(Mark)

As the sky debated whether to stay blue or turn orange, a young man walked cautiously down the street. He saw around him how the houses were decorated with ghosts, witches, pumpkins, skeletons... the spirit of the festival of the dead roamed around, cheering the spirited and frightening the weak. Mark was one of the spirited ones, and what better time than Halloween to explore an abandoned house?

He left the university campus and headed to the edge of the city. Set back from the street, there was a house whose wood had several cracks and holes, the windows were dusty and legends said that there was a treasure guarded by a sleeping spirit, who only woke up during these times to curse thieves.

"Bullshit," Mark thought with a smirk as he stepped onto the grass that separated him from the house.

When he was in front of the door, he looked back to see if anyone saw him: luckily for him, there was no one. He took out his phone and sent a message to his friend John.

Come see me as soon as you can in this place, I'm gonna explore it.

Mark took a few steps to the threshold, grabbed the cold doorknob, and opened it. It was surprising that he had opened up so easily. Even though it was still afternoon, it was almost impossible to see in there, while the dust on the windows prevented the sun's rays from passing through.

"Now, where will the blessed treasure be?" he asked as he entered. When his foot was inside the house, a wind blew around him which made his hair stand on end and the door slammed shut. "What the...?!" he shouted, but calmed down in a few seconds. "It was just the wind..."

Mark walked around the site covering his mouth and nose to avoid the dust. He was going in a bit of a hurry, but he was careful not to trip over anything, although that task was complicated, since everything was almost in darkness. A creak made him look around, but there was nothing, or so it seemed. The whisper of the wind and the screech of wood with each step he took did not help the situation.

"I must be close," he thought, unable to hold back a cough.

Suddenly, Mark fell to the ground as he tripped on something hard that reached his calves. Getting up, Mark did his best to both wipe some of the dirt off and see what had caused him to fall.

"What an idiot!" he exclaimed, taking out his phone and turning on the flashlight. "Why didn't I think of it before?" he said before pointing at the object.

It was a black chest with gold edges. It was slightly open and a strange smell of rotten pumpkin emanated from it. Mark pointed around, but he didn't seem to see anything more interesting than the typical objects of a house with cobwebs on them and in a deplorable state of disrepair, so he returned to the chest, opened it, and with one hand took out the contents.

"This is the blessed treasure?" he questioned with clear disappointment upon seeing a reddish jack-o-lantern cloaked in a dark cloak.

He checked the chest for anything else. Someone else had probably ransacked the house before him, not only for the "treasure of little value" but also for the fact that the chest was in plain sight... well, that it was not hidden.

Mark took a photo as evidence and made his way back outside. Something strange was that, near the door, Mark heard a low cry:

"MARK!!!"

He looked everywhere with open eyes, but nothing seemed to have been the source. After a few seconds, he heard his name again.

"Mark! Mark!"

It sounded very different from the first call, but perhaps it was his ears playing tricks on him, as these screams sounded like the voice of his friend, John. He opened the door and left the house; he left never to return.

"And then I found you at the entrance…," he concluded with a triumphant smile.

"How cool! Imagine when you tell everyone at the frat party!"

"I'll finally be a legend and be recognized properly," Mark said.

"Well, I have to go, I haven't decided on my costume yet, do you want to come?"

"Nah, I'll see what I wear," and Mark couldn't hold back a yawn. "I'll take the opportunity to take a nap and be full of energy there!"

"Okay, see you around, bud."

And John walked away, leaving Mark alone in his house. Mark went to take a shower and wash off the dirt and smell that the visit to that house left on him.

When he came out of the bathroom, he only put on boxers and night pants, leaving his torso exposed. Then, he set the alarm on his phone an hour before the party, turned off the lights, and went to take a nap on his comfortable bed.

Even for the time, it was unusually cold, which made Mark's sleeping body shiver (although he didn't use fans or air conditioning). The sound of a glass object breaking suddenly woke him up.

"What the hell?" Mark said with a hint of fear. With his gaze he scanned the room and, in the seconds it took him to get used to being awake, he realized that a vase that his mother had given him before she died had broken, and his remains were scattered. on the floor. "How the fuck did this happen?" he asked, as the vase was neither in a corner nor near a window.

He looked around him and noticed the jack-o-lantern he had stolen, seemingly staring at him with an evil smile on his face. It seemed to be emitting a gloomy glowing smoke.

Mark dismissed any idea that it was a haunted object and carefully got up to find the broom and dustpan. He got another scare when, upon entering, he noticed that the flashlight was not on the shelf, but on the desk where he did his homework.

"It can't be, I must be hallucinating..." he told himself as he cleaned and threw away the fragments of the vase. "But just in case..."

Mark took the pumpkin, carried it to the apartment door, leaving it on the floor next to the frame, and returned to his room. He checked the time, there was still time before the alarm, so he lay back down on the bed.

"Maybe it was just a nightmare." he said, covering himself with the sheets.

A weak and low murmur sounded in the room while smoke entered through the cracks in the door. Disturbed by what had happened to him, Mark had not been able to sleep again, so he opened his eyes.

A mass of smoke floated in front of the door to his room in a gentle swirl. The door opened by itself and the reddish pumpkin floated towards him wrapped in the cloak, which extended towards the ground as if an invisible being was wearing it.

Before Mark could scream or escape, the smoke lashed out at him, grabbing him by the limbs. Mark struggled, but the smoke's grip was insurmountable; The pumpkin floated until it was close to his face, the cape gently brushing his legs.

"You think you're very brave invading other people's property, huh?" said a deep voice, the same deep voice that had raised the first scream in the house. The voice seemed amused, as if he were cruelly playing with a new toy, "You feel like you're the coolest thing and that people will admire you for breaking the law, right? Well, it's my turn to steal something from you."

Mark was wide-eyed and lip-trembling, unable to respond with anything more than an "I'm sorry..."

"I don't want your apologies… Trick or treat? You'll get tricked!"

The smoke holding Mark pulled down his pants, revealing a cock that was a little big so as not to be hard.

"Coming!"

The smoke lifted Mark and released him, leaving him in the air for a few seconds. In those endless seconds, all the smoke entered his body through all the orifices: mouth, nostrils, ears, penis, ass... Not even Mark's moans or kicks did anything to prevent it. With an evil laugh, no trace of the gas was left outside. Mark felt like a million bugs were moving inside him as he fell back into bed, or like a boiling river. His body shook non-stop and little by little he felt how he lost control over them. First his legs, then his torso, then his arms…

His body rose on its own and remained standing. One of her hands was massaging her nipples while the other went towards her penis. Mark groaned involuntarily.

"I haven't felt this in a long time..." said the spirit from the jack-o-lantern. "But it will be better when it is complete!" she added, and the head floated to rest on top of Mark's, the cape surrounding him from the shoulders.

"No, no, no..." Mark said, shaking his head from side to side, but his hands left their positions and made his head stay still, so that the pumpkin lowered as if it were a helmet. .

And when the pumpkin aligned itself with his features, Mark fell unconscious.

*Beep, beep, beep...*

The sound of an alarm made him open his eyes. Everything looked confusing. He blinked several times until everything became clear. He jumped up from the floor (why was he on the floor?) While he felt his hard cock and walked to the mirror.

Wait... Mark thought, why am I moving?

"Why?" his voice responded sarcastically, and his gaze fell on the mirror.

The cape fell over him elegantly. He was wearing a formal yet out-of-period suit with its sleeves with flourishes. His head was covered with a jack-o-lantern that served as a helmet.

"Because now I'm in control," the new Mark said, taking it off.

His features were similar to Mark's except for the reddish glow in his eyes and the real vampire fangs he had grown. The spirit ran his new tongue over his lips and formed a smile as he inspected his appearance. He moved his hands to the buttons of his shirt and unbuttoned the top ones, so that he could show off those juicy pecs.

"Looks like I'm ready to party," he said, laughing. A grimace of pleasure crossed his face. "Fuck... how much I missed this..." he added, undoing the strap and opening his pants, so that his enormous bulge under his boxers was exposed.

Wh-wh-what are you going to do with me? Mark asked, unable to control his body.

"Didn't you want to please everyone by showing off your prowess? I'll just give them proof of our... my abilities," he replied as he rubbed his bulge.

NO!!!! Mark shouted, but it was no use.

The spirit went to the party, leaving everyone surprised by the lascivious and shameless way in which he was dressed.

"Trick or treat," the spirit said through Mark, grinning lasciviously at those present and slapping his ass. "I'm ready to give everyone a good treat."

And Mark, defeated, witnessed and felt how his body was used like a slut to satisfy everyone's horny desires, including the incessant pleasure-seeking of the spirit that controlled him.

-The End-

Trick or Treat everybody!!

[the-ghostly-mask-deactivated202]

"Argh, where did you get?" said the naked man irritated while checking the cook drawers. He was looking for a ghost that had been teasing him, so the man decided to end this. He had been trying to capture him all day, but the ghost was very elusive.

"Do you think you can catch me? Hehehehe" The man heard some noises from the drawers under the sink.

"I got you!" He assured the man by opening the drawers, however, he did not see him.

"No, I got you" the ghost replied, who took advantage of the exposed ass of man to enter "I'm going in" he said standing in the ass hole.

"Wh-What the ...?" The man felt a cold substance touch his ass, causing him to fall to the floor of surprise. He knew then that it was the ghost. "How do you dare?! Get out of my body!" He shouted trying to pull the ghost, but his hands only passed him.

"Do you think that with that you will get me out?" He asked mockingly, starting to introduce himself. "F-fuck... Stop it please... Oh Fuck! " he tried to say, but the ghost passing through his butt as if he were being fucked felt very pleasant.

"Oh, so you like to be possessed, huh? Hehehe" the ghost was introducing slowly, making his body massaging his prostate well. Due to pleasure, the man was letting him fight, until he gave his body to the control of the ghost. The man got up with a smile as he touched his abdomen with his hands.

"I did not know what you would love to be used as a suit," said the ghost with the voice of the man "well, that was just the beginning, what else can I do with you?" He saw his erect cock, and went to his room to finish what he had started.

[the-ghostly-mask-deactivated202]

"You lost the bet Matt, you know what it means".

"Yeah, I know" Matt replied, undressing to let the ghost take control of his body.