Page 12 of Dancing with a Ghost

I couldn't tear my eyes from him and I drank my fill, longing to touch him, to feel his soft skin beneath my fingertips.

Dare I? Was I that brave to touch a man while he slept?

A soft moan left his lips, and he rolled onto his back this time, his cock now standing to attention. I swallowed hard. It was so tempting, so breathtaking in its fullness. I longed to touch, to taste, but I knew it'd be wrong.

Instead, I watched as Toby reached down and circled his length, pulling gently on it several times, the foreskin pulling back to reveal a purple head, a single pearl of liquid seeping from the slit.

Oh, God. I was going to die!

Funny story, I was already dead, but if I'd been alive, I think I'd have spontaneously combusted, watching him play with himself.

His ministrations became more vigorous and he stopped pulling, rubbing up and down his now very hard cock. I couldn't take my eyes off it.

"Yes, just like that." Toby spoke, and I thought for a moment he was awake, but no, his eyes were still closed, still stuck in his dreamlike state.

The warmth I'd felt became an inferno and this time I did reach down, surprised when my hand touched my erection. I'd been convinced it could ever happen, but given the right stimulus, well, it seemed anything was possible.

"Touch me, please." I glanced around the room expecting to see someone there, but the room was empty, save me and Toby. "I can smell you. I know you're there."

Maybe he was talking to me, but I couldn't. It wasn't right. I finally dragged my eyes away from his stroking. His eyes were wide open, looking directly at me.

"You can see me?" I whispered, not knowing if he could hear me, much less see me.

"I can see you and hear you and, most of all, I can smell you. This seems so weird, but I really need to feel your hands on me. Please?"

"I….I….shouldn't." I shook my head. I couldn't do this. I'd touched no one else's but my own, in all my twenty-four years. Me being a ghost didn't seem to have anything to do with it and Toby certainly didn't seem bothered by the situation.

"Then watch me." I nodded. That I could do. I squeezed the end of my penis, a strange sensation rushing through me.

Toby looked right at me as he continued to stroke himself, his hand becoming a blur as he got closer and closer to his release.

I didn't know where to look. I maintained eye contact, casually glancing now and again at what his hand was doing. One hand working his cock, the other tweaking his nipples. I'd thought that only worked with women, not that I'd ever been with one, but talk from the guys in the squadron, where I feigned interest, came back to me. 'Play with a woman's nipples, lads, they love it!'

I longed to touch him, feel the heat from his skin, and edged my fingers closer to his chest.

"Go on. I want you to," he whispered.

I complied, grazing his nipple with my fingertips, a shiver passing between us. That seemed to do the trick and his release shot from him, coating his hand and stomach.

I pulled my hand back quickly, shocked at the ferocity of it. I'd never watched a man come before, and was amazed by it, how it pulsed with each spurt. His balls tightening, the hairless skin wrinkled and taut.

"Such a fucking turn on," he said, breathlessly. "I don't know why it was so hot."

I didn't either and now he was done; I felt embarrassed at having watched him so shamelessly.

I had to go. I couldn't be here any longer.

Toby sat up in his bed, reaching to open a drawer in the nightstand next to him. He pulled out a tissue, wiping himself down, cleaning off his hands and stomach.

"Please don't go, though. I've questions." He must have expected my departure, and as he discarded the used cloth, he covered himself, snuggling back under the bed sheet.

I could no longer look him in the eye. A different warmth spreading through me now, one of shame and humiliation.

"What's your name?" His question shocked me. I'd been ready to disappear, but I wouldn't ignore him.

"Matthias. Matthias Holmes."

"Matthias," he repeated. "Matthias Holmes. I like it!" he exclaimed, "Sounds very Sherlock Holmes."

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