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Wilbur groaned as he brought the last box inside.
Stretching and cracking his back.
Wilbur Soot, the former streamer and online entertainer had officially moved into his new home. The streaming stuff took off way more and also quicker than he expected, which was nice, though that meant he was in need of much more space. And office, space for future blogs and special events, yada yada.
Thankfully, the streaming career was also good for him money wise, which allowed him to buy such a spacious gorgeous house.
..One thing though.
It was listed to be 'haunted', which made the brit laugh, he didn't believe in that type of stuff at all. Whatever, it worked for him because being listed as 'haunted' apparently makes houses way cheaper.
As time went on, Wilbur started to second guess himself and his beliefs.
Stuff were getting moved around his house, getting knocked over, dropped to the floor, sound of someone running through the halls late at night or the black figure that watched him from behind the curtains each time he took a shower.
This all had to be some sort of coincidence, there had to be a logical explanation for this, ghosts didn't exist.
These worries get pushed to the corner when Wilbur entered an especially stressful week. He was writing lyrics for a new song, trying to keep his fans engaged in his streams, trying to function on very little sleep.
Maybe he needed to contact his therapist...
Late at night, just seconds after he said goodbye to his beloved fans after a long session, he just let himself plop onto his bed with a groan.
Everything had been too much this week, he was so stressed and the dumbass so called stress reliever medication didn't do shit.
So, Wilbur decided to give a chance to an old method.
He rubbed his eyes before slowly sitting up in his bed, reaching to a bedside drawer and pulling out a half used bottle of lube, when had he used the other half, he didn't even remember.
Taking one of his pillows, he placed it between his legs, carefully taking his soft cock out of sweatpants.
Unpacking the lube, he squirted some on his hand, slowly starting to move his slick hand along the underside of his cock, groaning softly when the cold lube made contact with him.
Sighing as he slowly started to get hard, moving his hand a little faster, flicking his wrist as a low moan left his lips, pumping himself to full hardness.
He raised himself up a little to kick his sweatpants and boxers off, burying his cock into the soft pillow underneath him as he started to move and buck his hips.
Softly moaning as he humped the pillow, his cock rubbing against the material, picking up the speed a little.
He was definitely gonna get a friction burn from this but a little burn never hurt anyone, his eyes fluttering close as he continued to hump the pillow, teasing the tip of his cock with his hand.
He heard something fall over from behind him but didn't look back or stop, he was too in the moment to care, his movements speeding up as he started to chase his orgasm, his back arching, slowly getting ready to finish.
Wilbur's eyes opened slightly when he felt a sudden different kind of pleasure, seeing translucent hands over his owns.
One of them placing itself on his hand that was on his cock, the other gripping his hip gently, honestly, the brit thought he was imagining things.
Loneliness really hit him hard, huh?
That thought was changed when he suddenly felt something wet against his ass, jolting in surprise, looking back to see a translucent figure.
Grayish-skin tone, pretty but soulless eyes staring right back into his chocolate brown ones, he thought he was really seeing things somehow before the figure smiled to him so kindly.
"Hello."
It talked.
It fucking talked.
Wilbur instinctively tried to get away but was stopped by the figure.
"I won't hurt you, I promise, I'm Ghostbur!" 'Ghostbur' pulled Wilbur back closer, his chest pressed up against the regular colored one's back.
The proximity and the wet thing against his ass made him whimper.
"You're so cute Wil," he giggled.
"H-How do you know my name?"
"I have eyes, you know, I'm often behind you when you're on your computer!"
"Wha- wait, let me go-" he panicked a little,
"I know you don't actually want me to let you go Wilby, I know how lonely you are, thats why you're fucking a pillow, isn't that right?" The ghost smiled so brightly, in a way that gave a sense of safety, though his words didn't suit him at all. He looked gentle, soft, kind even, unlike the grip he had Wilbur in right now which was screaming possessiveness and ownership.
"Do you want me to take care of you? I promise I won't hurt you...Unless you're into that." Ghostbur claimed, causing the streamer to go quiet, he was trying to connect the dots in his head, was this the supposed ghost that had been fucking with him ever since he moved? Had to be. Otherwise, would a man painted in gray with weird eyes break into his house only to offer to have sex with him? Of course not, a ghost seemed more believable at that kind of story.
Wilbur finally broke the silence, "Okay," he said with a nod which made the ghost smile more. "Wait what ar-" he got cut off when Ghostbur suddenly flipped positions, now Wilbur was on his back, the translucent man between his legs.
And the brit's face turned in color in realization, his eyes widening.
The 'thing' that was against his ass previously was the ghost's dick.
He didn't even consider the possibility that it could be Ghostbur's boner because it felt way too big to be a cock.
Yeah, it was big, but it was infact the gray ones cock.
Wilbur didn't even know how big it could be, it towered over his own and he knew that he, himself was above average.
Ghostbur laughed at the reaction, "Too big? I'll help you take it, don't worry." He reassured as he looked off to the side, "Aww..You used all of the lube Wilby, do you want me to go raw or use spit?" The translucent figure asked.
Wilbur took a deep breath, "Just go raw...Can't wait."
"If you say so." and with that, Ghostbur grabbed Wilbur by his thighs, bringing him up to align himself, pressing his tip into the unprepped hole, drawing out a low whine from the bottom.
"You're doing so good, relax for me," The ghost hummed, slowly pressing in further with a light groan, and a breathy moan from Wilbur.
"God you're so big-" Wilbur complained a little, trying to get used to the size before Ghostbur pushed in more, he already felt so full and the ghost wasn't even fully in yet. "Good boy, just relax, won't hurt you."
It was definitely hard without lube, it was even harder without prep but it was too late now so they had to make it work.
Ghostbur was finally fully inside Wilbur a bit later, the bottom panting heavily and lightly moaning from the size, damn the ghost had such girth too, we was so fucking full.
Looking up when he suddenly heard Ghostbur giggle,
"Would you look at that?" the gray figure pressed a hand gently on Wilbur's stomach, there was a bulge. Making the taller man's face burn even redder as he let out a small whine when Ghostbur applied pressure.
"Can- Can you move now, please..?" The embarrassment was getting a little too much for Wilbur. "Of course," Ghostbur hummed with a smile, slowly starting to move his hips, groaning as the bottom moaned, progressively getting louder. "I haven't even fucked you yet and you're moaning so loud." He teased, " 'not my fault you're too fucking big- Oh godhmn-"
Ghostbur finally started to thrust after managing to get Wilbur a little loose, moving in closer to the brit's face to give him small kisses, it was only a matter of time before things started to pick up speed, Ghostbur setting a good rhythm for the both of them.
"Ghostbur..?"
The translucent one looked up,
"Ruin me."
That was all that Ghostbur had to hear.
Holding up Wilbur, he folded the bottom, snapping his own hips back and pulling out until the very tip of his cock was left inside and then roughly thrusted back in, causing the sub to scream out moaning under him.
Ghostbur kept up a good rhythm, fucking into Wilbur sadistically and the masochist ate it up, having to hold onto the ghost as he got his organs rearranged, "'m close- 'm close- ghost- fUCK-" and with that, Wilbur painted eachothers stomachs white, Ghostbur groaning when he felt the other clench around him but didn't stop thrusting, fucking Wilbur through his orgasm.
Wilbur whimpered when he got a little too oversensitive but didn't complain, just holding onto the top and let him take care of him just like how he wanted.
"Doing so good for me Wilby, so good, hold on until I can finish aswell, okay?"
He gave soft kisses to the bottom who had tears rolling down his cheeks,
"Such a pretty good boy all for me, being so good to me. Do you want it in or out tell me baby boy?" Ghostbur was so sweet, his tone so gentle as if he wasn't fucking Wilbur into oblivion right now.
"In- in, in, in, please-" The bottom whimpered.
"Of course baby, gonna stuff and fill you up so good, gonna make you full of me, gonna breed you, you want that?" Ghostbur spoke in such a way that made Wilbur's heart -and cock- throb, "Yes, yES- Please- fuck-" the poor bottom kept moaning out so loudly, causing the translucent one to grin and chuckle.
"If that's what the pretty boy wants, thats what he gets."
Ghostbur's thrusts started to get more short-lived and desperate, the ghost chasing his own orgasm as he fucked into Wilbur so deep.
Finally, Ghostbur reached his own end, giving a last thrust and burying himself into Wilbur as he filled him up.
Ghostbur releasing inside him making Wilbur finish a second time too with a cry, grinding his hips into the ghost through eachothers orgasm.
They both came down from their high awhile later, both panting so heavily as Wilbur was too exhausted to keep his hands on Ghostbur as he let them drop again the mattress. He was so fucked out, his skin red and covered in sweat.
"Want me to clean you up?"
"Later...can we just- stay together like this?" Wilbur croaked out, his voice hoarse from all the loud screaming he had been doing.
"Of course." Ghostbur pulled Wilbur up to switch their positions, laying the living man on top of him and holding him close.
Giggling softly as he realized Wilbur was already passed out, just patting his head gently.