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Ghost Riding Fergus Riordan
by Jake B (chocol8moonlight@yahoo.com)
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Gay Young Celebrity Erotic Story about Fergus Riordan
of Ghost Rider2. (Mb, ped, nc, rp, sci-fi, celeb-
parody)
***
Author Note: You must be 18 to read this. If you are
not allowed to read these where you are from or don't
like reading stories about boys under 18 please leave
now.
Please Note: This is a fabricated story about Fergus
Riordan (I Want To Be A Soldier; GhostRider2) and is
narrated through the eyes of a fan. The story is
fiction and is not intended to imply anything about
the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any
personal knowledge about their private lives. Also I
don't have any rights or ownership over the related
movies. Enjoy!
***
Darkness. A thought. A wish. A vision. A flash. And
there... Madrid. Spain. Midnight. I'm actually here.
Finally. I'm standing in this street. This very
street. Near the driveway that leads up to Fergus
Riordan's House. I can't believe it. I need to savor
it. This moment of reckoning... Grey rays of pale
moonlight filtered through the trees that were being
battered and blown in the fierce wind. A storm. But I
felt none of it. I felt as if I'm floating in a
breezeless street. Calm. Focused. And weightless.
"Come with me," said the reaper standing next to me.
His voice was calm and crisp, as if there was no
whistling wind, no thunderous humm around us.
"I have unfinished business here," I replied faintly.
"You're just a shade. A ghost. There's nothing left
for you here. No one will notice you anymore," he
continued.
"Oh I know I'm dead. But it's about how. So
unfulfilled. I left. I died obsessed and madly in love
with the boy who lives in that house over there. Right
there. He never even knew I existed. But I had these
extreme feelings. The bits and pieces I never bothered
to put into words. It's so powerful, what I feel.
That's why I believe my actions still have meaning. I
know he will feel me. I just know..."
I took a deep breath, of nothing. I felt a thumping in
my chest – a ghostly fake heart. I was so excited. And
I began my final and longest journey alone. I started
walking. Kept my pace. I walked up the driveway,
through the walls of the house. Inside. Searching
every room. So far, empty. No one home. I started
feeling sad, worried, in the darkness it seemed as if
some great bird had flown over and swept away what
once lived here, with the shadow of its wing.
But wait. Can you feel that? I entered the last
bedroom on the left. There's an energy. So much life.
The bedroom lights were off, and something lay lightly
in the shadowed valleys of sheets on the bed, in
blissful slumber. In nothing but boxers, there lay my
prize of love for one single night, in a lifetime.
Despite all his fame and all his power, Fergus looked
so vulnerable and delicate here, just like any other
13-year old boy, obeying the rules of sleep and
bedtime.
I switched on the digital video camera and put it down
on the side of the bed focused on Fergus. Then I
climbed on top of him. I touched his face. The
softest. I felt his breath on my fingers. Like a
countdown. Calm breathing of ocean waves. Stop. I
ripped off his deep blue boxers with a supernatural
force I didn't know I had. I barely had time to get a
good look at his dick before he woke, began kicking
and screaming.
I pinned him down. I loved the sheer male power of
him. Like a real thoroughbred colt he fought,
struggling, punching me off wildly. But it made no
difference. It all just went straight threw me. I was
invisible to him. And his eyes, oh those gorgeous icy
blue eyes, they were so confused, so frightened.
I let him go, just to see what he would do. He ran for
the door, only to find it locked without a key, then
to the burglar-barred windows which, for some
supernatural reason, couldn't even be opened, couldn't
be broken. "HELP ME SOMEBODY!" he shouted, "Mum! Dad.
Help me...." I kept the camera focused on him, on his
soft perfect cock, and on his taught bubble butt. I'd
never seen such a cute boy-ass. The way it wiggled,
just right. The way it was shaped, my dear god, the
sheer roundness of it.
I caught him and threw him on his back on the bed.
(CameraView: Fergus being flung onto the bed by an
invisible force). He felt my every touch. I held him
down 100% naked on the bed under me. He looked up,
tears rolling down his face. "Furr... Calm down baby,"
I whispered in his ear, and from the reaction on his
face, I knew he heard me. He looked so beautiful – the
best example of how every young boy should be. So
energetic, so fresh.
I craved his mouth, his voice, his hair. I picked his
legs up into the air, exposing his slim ass to the
camera. I almost melted at how hot he looked. I drew
circles on his sleek thighs and his butt-cheeks with
my tongue, marking my path down to his hole. It was so
soft there, between the pillows of his ass, so
slippery and inviting. Then I dipped my tongue into
him. His whole body tensed up.
It was so amazing, that control I had over him. I
wiggled my tongue to deepen the penetration. It had
never been in such a soft place before. I started
licking him harder, as if I was sucking for honey. And
then came the unexpected. When I looked up, his cock
was fully and beautifully erect. Right in front of my
face. What a cock. Definitely number one on my top10
list of the slickest things in existence. Perfection.
Smooth. Neat. Lollipop-like. Slit like a snake-eye. It
was like one of those carved dildos, but better. I
just wanted to eat him all up.
I played with it between my fingers and wanked it a
bit in its own precum. Fergus moaned the entire time,
as if he was sharply in pain, but I could tell that it
was just him enjoying it, mingled with his fear and
intrigue over the unknown. Now he was keeping his legs
raised all by himself. I took the head of his penis
into my mouth and inserted two fingers into his soft
buttery anus at the same time. "OHH FUCK! What the
fuck is that?? Mmmmm," he moaned.
His cock fitted into my mouth so well, as if it was
designed to be sucked. It worked so smoothly, the skin
moved so easily, like changing gears on a brand-new
lamborghini. (CameraView: Fergus's legs in the air,
his feet arched backwards in ecstacy, his asshole a
little open, moving slightly, and his hard dick's
foreskin being sucked back and forth by something
invisible, as he moans like a little puppy)
He was humping against my hand, moving his hole
against my fingers, pressing his cock back into my
mouth, trying to force me to go faster. I noticed he
was losing control, so I stopped for a moment. I just
left him there on the bed in his peak. I watched him.
He looked around, disappointed, embarrassed. He
clenched his thighs together and slowly tried to cover
his hard-on with his bed-sheet. His mouth was half
open. It looked almost hungry for something.
I touched his hand. He shivered. I hooked my fingers
in-between the spaces of his. So cute and sweaty they
were. I kissed and sucked on them lightly. Then I bit
on the outer side of his palm. "You bit me," he half-
smiled and said it, that killer-smile. I adored the
way his lips moved when he spoke, the curves and
dimples at the sides of his mouth, "...What are you?"
"I'm only your biggest fan in the entire world, Furr.
And I wish you would love me too. But in my sex
fantasy, nobody ever loves me for my mind," I said
softly.
Pause.
He looked around. There was a hint of naughtiness in
his expression. Curiosity. Then he moved the sheets
off him slowly and leaned forward. I knelt up on the
bed and guided his face. He knew what I wanted,
because he let his mouth hang open. I pressed the
coolness of his young lips against the tip of my cock.
I grabbed two fistfuls of his silky hair as my entire
stem slid down Fergus's warm throat.
I held the camera closer. (Camera View: Fergus's head
bobbing up and down, his mouth open in a perfect O-
shape, young lips sliding back and forth, the back of
his throat expanding intensely as something fucks in
and out of it. Vicious slurping noises and only
Fergus's cute but stifled moans can be heard).
Then I started gushing. Long jets of liquid started
shooting out of my cock down Fergus's throat, and it
just didn't stop. It went on for about five full
minutes! It wasn't cum. Precum maybe. Or ectoplasm. Or
ghost piss. Honestly I have no idea what it was, but
it felt incredible to have The Fergus Riordan milk and
drink all of it straight out of my dick.
(CameraView: Fergus begins gulping something down, his
little Adam's apple vibrates as he struggles to keep
up with the drinking. Fergus moans frantically. He
chokes a little, but something holds his head in
place, some liquid leaks out of his mouth)
I gave Fergus some time to recover from the rather
forceful mouth-fucking. After a few minutes, he began
looking rather uncomfortable, then restless, then
worried. "Are you there? Something's wrong, something
is seriously wrong with me. It's what you made me
swallow. What did you make me swallow?" his voice was
trembling.
"What's wrong?" I asked. I wrapped my arms around him,
and pulled him in close.
"I think it's my prostate. It's fuckin' itching. Like
extremely insanely. I wish I could reach it, but the
itch is fuckin' inside me!" he continued.
I placed my hand at his lower tummy soothingly. I
loved how the little squares of his natural abs flexed
and relaxed according to my touch. He was truly sexy
all over, every bit and spot of him. I picked his legs
up and rubbed my finger at the entrance of his hole.
"Uhhhhhh. Yeahhhhhhh..." came his urgent and vibrating
moan. I pushed a finger in. "UHHHHHHHHHHH!" he gasped,
"Go deeper! The itch is further in!" he trembled out
desperately.
I put his feet on my chest, and I inserted my cock
partially in his hole. He nearly rose off the bed. It
was like wedging a knife of need deep inside him.
"AWWWWWWWWWWW!!" he arched his back. I moved it around
until I found the spot, and then I stroked it.
"FUCKKK! Presss... down more. Yes ahh AHHH YESSS!
Almost there.... Yeah OHH HARDER! SOOOOO GOOD!!
MMMMMMMMM!! AHHHHHH!" he screamed. I couldn't hold
myself back any longer. The time had come for the real
fucking to begin. I finally pumped my big thick cock
into his wet pussy over and over.
"Damn you're so fucking tight," I whined as I felt him
wrap up around me, like a flame around a wick. He was
shuddering as I thrust and sank into him, with the
wild beating of our bodies against each other. Like
the wind on the mountains shaking ancient oaks. I
leaned forward and kissed him. I licked the corners of
his mouth before I stuck my tongue in. Then I was a
million light years away, inside of Fergus. I was
alone. It was just me then and this feeling, which was
him.
(CameraView: Fergus's cute ass being slammed as he
bounces, his anus stretching widely outwards and
inwards with each ebb, flow and shudder of his body).
Fergus was screaming so loudly that he ought to have
lost his voice by now. He looked adorable. Dripping.
His skin was glowing wet. Dark shadows outlined his
magnificent young body. Holding his feet up, I could
feel the mad pulse pounding in his lovely ankles. His
high-arched feet were so cute stuck up in the air,
they looked tense but perfect, like a little lion
cub's big paws preparing to pounce.
And oh how he purred, purred and screamed, and
screamed some more. His long sexy legs and thick
slender thighs strained to my control - they were so
lean and hot, with streamline muscular dimples
reappearing at every thrust. Definitely from all that
soccer he plays. "FUCK!! YOU-UU HAV-VV NO-OO IDEA HOW
GOOOOD THAT FEEELS!! AW! AW! AW! AW! AWW!" he yelled.
We made love in all kinds of positions, with our
bodies in all manners of contortions, against the
wall, on the floor, on the sofa, as if in mist and in
clouds. Next I sat up on the bed and made him sit on
me, face to face. He wrapped his lean arms around my
neck and his legs around my waist for leverage as he
moved up and down, his small boy-vagina swallowing my
shaft entirely. I had my face in his neck, that sweet
graceful neck, bruised by my kisses, I could feel the
beating of his tender throat against mine. "OHHHH
FUUURRRRRRRRR! DON'T STOP! YEAH! UH! UH! UH! UH! UH!
UHHHHHHHHHHHH," I moaned, as if wishing someone would
hear the thunder of our love echo in the night.
Fergus's pretty eyes were fluttering in ecstasy as our
bodies mingled, blended, dissolved together, a knot of
love , as Fergus's chest slid against mine,
sandwiching his drenched cock between our bellies,
like on a soft sandy beach where hungry waves rub,
bite and lick the sensual shore, riding the tide of
passion.
(CameraView: Fergus sitting upright on something
invisible on the bed. Neither his hands nor legs
actually touch the bed. It's as if he floats just
above it. It looks like he hugs something to balance
as he moves his butt up and down at an incredibly fast
pace and howls like a wild animal)
Now I made Fergus get on his knees on the bed so that
I could bang him doggy-style. He steadied himself on
the bed with his arms, back arched and ass up, so I
could easily plunge my huge dick all the way inside.
By now, Fergus's slender waist and thighs were
exhausted and weak from this night of cloud dancing,
but it didn't stop him from still grinding his ass
against my cock. I held on to him tight as we rocked
and moaned. I bit his adorable ears and the back of
his neck leading down to his lightly defined
shoulders.
His silky hair smelled of mangoes, and it shook
seductively as I got into him, shoved into him again
and again. It was such a nice place to be, like I had
always been there, always should be there, that close
to him. "AAAASHHH! WA! AHH! UHH! AWWW! FUCK! FUCK!
FUCCKK! FUCK ME! UH! DO MY ASS!! ITS! ITS YOURS!
OOOOOOH!," squealed Fergus as I probed and filled him.
He put his face down on the pillow but raised his butt
provocatively higher for me. I held on to his slithery
cock with both my hands to anchor my thrusting, and at
the same time, I wanked it. I loved the smooth hard
peaks and valleys of his sculpted body and back, his
firm muscled ass attached to my cock, consuming it
completely, grinding body to body in the cool.
I penetrated him more and more, ripping him open for
the entire world to see. I couldn't get enough. I
thought I'd died and gone to heaven, literally fucking
like there was no tomorrow. "SO-OO FUCKINN GOOD!! OH
YEAH! MMM! UH! UH! UUUHH! UHHHHHH!! AH! AH! AHHH!!
AHHHWWW! AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!" screamed Fergus,
shaking, then trembling, as he came, long spurts of
teen cum hitting his tummy, the bed, and my hands. His
anus clenched tightly around my cock so hard that it
felt as if my cock would become lodged in there
forever. The pressure was so wickedly awesome that I
burst. I jerked this way and that. It was electric.
I blow my load deep inside him while he panted as if
on the verge of death. I pushed all my love into him.
He felt its hotness travel up him. My most hidden
river rose and released. Rippling over and over again,
for so long and so much that some of my cum was
squirting out of his ass with my cock still stuck in
it. Now Fergus was totally fucked.
(Camera View: Initially Fergus bent over on his knees
while his anus is being stretched obscenely, the
inside of his love canal expands and contracts
rhythmically as if something big and invisible is
being rapidly plunged in and out of it.
His foreskin opens and closes over his throbbing cock
while it's being wanked. Love bites begin to appear
from no-where on his neck. Fergus screams and cums all
over, after which his cock melts into softness. We are
then shown the inside of his asshole filling up with
more and more of a milky liquid, until it begins
overflowing. Fergus lies shivering, shaking and
panting on the bed until he eventually passes out. The
room is a mess. A storm.)
Someone once told me that if you want something too
much you'll never get. They said it's the first
universal truth and that it's more reliable then both
murphy's law and Friday the 13th. Nonsense. You can do
whatever you want to do, be whoever you want to be,
there are no rules to this thing. I connected the
video camera to my computer and logged on to my
Youtube channel. Video title: "Ghost Riding Fergus
Riordan." 10%. 65%. 99%. Upload complete.
The End
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