Ectoplascum

The second illustration of July is finished! Fred has gotten into an interesting predicament. ;)

“Why’d we split up again, Fred?”

“Well, Shaggy, I had an idea.”

“On how to catch the disgruntled ghosts of all the gay adult film stars?”

“That’s right! And I didn’t want to involve the girls, and Scooby would just get in the way.”

Fred parked the Mystery Machine.

“We’re-we’re parking here? This is, like, the epicenter of all the hauntings, man.”

“That’s the idea, Shaggy. Let’s go.”

“Why are y-y-you taking your c-c-clothes off?” Shaggy glanced around, nervous. He always had a thing for Fred but had never seen him completely naked. He shifted his weight, trying to keep his dick from pressing awkwardly against his pants. It didn’t help.

“Because…I don’t think they’ll be able to resist this!” Fred turned around and bent over, showing his hairless hole to Shaggy.

The sight of something he had only ever imagined before left him speechless.

Fred smiled, seeing Shaggy’s mouth drop open. This would work.

In less than a minute, they both felt a shift in the air. The ghosts were here.

The first one wrapped its ethereal hand around Fred’s shaft. He quivered in excitement. It was working!

Shaggy watched as more sets of hands started working Fred over. Several grabbed his legs and spread them wider. One slid a finger, then two, then three, deep inside Fred’s hole, causing Fred to moan and close his eyes. The fingers found a rhythm, slamming his hole again and again, as another furiously stroked his dick. The sound of Fred’s balls slapping against his own body echoed down the street.

Shaggy only heard two other sounds. Fred’s groans and his own breath. It was heavy and full of need. He didn’t care about the wet spot on the front of his pants. His own excitement was obvious to anyone that looked.

“I’m almost there, Shaggy!”

Shaggy had no idea what Fred wanted him to do about it. He watched in awe as spurt after spurt ejected from Fred’s pale penis, collecting on the pavement. But the hands kept going, pushing Fred’s body further despite having just milked an enormous load out of him.

After a few minutes, some of the hands disappeared and were replaced by huge ghost dicks. One shoved its way into Fred’s mouth and two others crammed into Fred’s hole.

Fuck.

One by one, their ectoplascum was shot deep into Fred’s ass. They each took a turn until they were all done.

As quickly as they had popped up, they disappeared and all that was left was Fred, bent over in the street, ghost jizz dripping out of his hole and an almost-drunk expression on his face.

“Did you catch them?” Fred asked, still bent over for some reason.

Ignoring the pool of ooze on the street in front of him, Shaggy hid his erection as best as he could and walked over to Fred.

“Can’t say I did, Fred. I thought you were going to do something.”

Fred laughed. “Well, there’s always tomorrow night, I guess. We can try the same thing again.”

Fred finally straightened up, a drop of jizz glistened in the moonlight, hanging from the tip of his softening prick.

Shaggy did his best to ignore it. “We can?”

“Well, the plan definitely worked, Shaggy. Maybe a little too well, if you know what I mean.” Fred laughed as he grabbed his dick and waved it around. Shaggy laughed with him, trying to ignore the need in his balls.

If they did this again tomorrow, Shaggy didn’t think they’d catch them then either. He’d be too busy joining the ghosts.

Story written by fellow patron Finn Dixon!