Page 22 of Taunting the Ghost

“You’re so much like him,” Ryan said. “You’re tough on the outside. But with your closest friend, with Isaac, you’re soft. You’re cute.”

“Shut up and fuck me already!” Caleb said, anything to get Ryan to stop talking.

“But he can’t-” Isaac said, only to cut off as both Ryan and Caleb groaned. “My God.”

It was weird. He could feel something was stretching him wider, but it wasn’t like the fingers pushing the dildo to the side, it was almost as if…

“You can feel it?” Isaac asked, twisting in Caleb’s lap to look over his shoulder.

“I can,” Ryan said, shocked. “I can! Oh fuck. It’s even better than I imagined.”

“What the fuck is going on?” It felt like he was saying that a lot today.

“Get him on his back,” Ryan said. “Then I think… I think this’ll work.”

Caleb’s back hit the cushions, Isaac still on top of him, still taking all of Caleb’s cock. Ryan was behind them, at Isaac’s back, pressing them together tight, hands gripping them for balance.

And then the impossible happened. The dildo moved. Ryan’s hips moved. The dildo felt different, almost like it was a bigger, real cock.

“Fuck it’s working. Fuck I can’t believe I never thought to try this.”

Ryan was possessing the dildo. He was using it as if it was his own cock. A vibrating ghost cock that could barely contain the spirit that was using it to pound into Caleb’s hole.

It was suddenly too much. The ghost fucking him and Isaac’s mouth hovering over his - just short of kissing him but not closing the gap to give Caleb what he wanted.

“Oh fuck! Oh Christ! Isaac- Isaac I’m- I need-” Caleb said, getting more and more desperate.

He was going to come. Did Isaac know? Did he want it? Because Caleb suddenly wanted to fill his best friend’s ass with so much cum that no one would ever dare to try and take Isaac from him.

Isaac was his. No one else’s.

“Do you want him to slow down?” Isaac asked, concerned and misunderstanding him completely.

The words triggered something in Caleb. He could take anything and everything Ryan and Isaac gave him. He wasn’t like Isaac’s girlfriend.

Caleb gasped out, “Don’t you fucking dare slow down.”

Ryan plowed into him harder, hands on Isaac’s waist, encouraging Isaac to ride Caleb just as hard.

“Just- Just- I’m gonna cum,” Caleb said.

“Fuck yeah, bro,” Isaac moaned. “Give it to me. I want your cum, I need it. Please Caleb. Fill me with your load, fill me-”

“Ah! Oh Christ! Oh! Fuck, here it-” Caleb curled up, their lips crashed together.

Isaac reacted as if he was the one being possessed by Ryan, riding Caleb harder and harder, milking Caleb, taking the cum so deep inside himself, kissing Caleb for all he was worth.

Without missing a beat, Ryan pulled out of Caleb with a wet sound. Caleb moaned in disappointment.

“Not yet, not yet,” Ryan said. “One more try.”

The cryptic words were followed by the dildo entering Isaac, pushing Caleb’s cock to the side.

“Fuck!” Caleb and Isaac cried, muffled by each other’s lips.

Ryan didn’t give them any time to adjust. He pounded into Isaac just as hard as he had with Caleb. Maybe even harder, sounding more and more desperate as he did.

Isaac’s moans became high-pitched, overwhelmed cries. Caleb twisted beneath Isaac, oversensitive but not willing to say stop. Not when the two above him needed him so badly.