before and after

as the sexy athletic boy lay masturbating naked on his
back in the woods, a ghost with red blood dripping
from one corner of its mouth rose up out of
the ground and stood looking down at
the sexy masturbating boy.
the sexy masturbating boy's eyes were closed.
so at first the sexy masturbating boy didn't
notice the ghost staring down at him
as he masturbated.  then, the
ghost said "ahem" and the
sexy masturbating boy opened his eyes,
and saw the ghost standing there beside
him, looking down at him. suddenly
the boy had an
unstoppable panic kind
of orgasm, and he spurted out a bunch of cum.
it went all over his sexy naked chest, and
then the boy stood up quickly and
stared at the ghost.
"i used to do that a lot when i was
a boy," said the ghost. "and
quite frankly, i miss it," said
the ghost.
the ghost was kind of translucent,
mostly white-ish foggy in color,
though the red blood leaking
from one corner of his mouth
was a very, very striking red.
the ghost was also naked,
and his misty foggy-looking
dick was quite definitely
erect. while it was difficult
to tell for sure, the ghost
looked to be of a man
of about the age of 40 or 50.
the naked sexy boy looked
embarrassed, and
covered up his own big dick with
his hands, as best he could
anyway.  then the naked sexy boy
blinked, as if coming fully to
his senses,
picked up his pile of clothes
from the ground, and
started to run away.
"i'm not going to hurt you,"
said the ghost, rather loudly.
"i'm just lonely. can't
you stay here a while?
i'm really quite harmless."
**
it is now two hours later.
the ghost and the sexy
boy sit there on the
ground staring at each
other, facing
each other, both of
them naked, watching each
other jerking off
yet again. there is
now a general atmosphere
of jovial good-naturedness
about this whole encounter.
once again, the
sexy naked athletic boy
achieves orgasm and
spurts out a nice series
of hot sloppy globs of cum.
and, once again,
the ghost does not
achieve orgasm, and
spurts out nothing at all.
"go figure," says the ghost.
"sorry about that," says
the sexy athletic naked boy.
**
at the end of the two
hours, the ghost trickles
back into the ground,
leaving behind nothing
at all.
the sexy naked athletic
boy looks at the blotches
of his own cum, spotting
the ground here, there,
and everywhere.
the sexy athletic boy
gets dressed,
and heads on home.
there's an odd feeling
in his stomach, which
kinda goes away
after his dinner,
but he feels different
now than before. for
one thing,
he never used to
believe in ghosts,
and now he does.
and another thing,
his heart hurts,
and he thinks it
might be broken,
which, of course,
it most certainly
is.

--Carl Miller Daniels (March 29, 2010)