Disclaimer: This story is entirely a work of fiction and implies nothing about the true sexuality / personal lives of the Neighbours actors featured in it. Their respective characters are property of the Channel 11 Australia and Freemantle Media.
So this chapter is inspired by all those Neighbours Facebook videos with Ben Nicholas and his inability to keep away from the show despite being killed off years ago lol. This is how I would bring Scott `Stingray' Timmins back, Erinsborough Encounter style...
Aaron's mental state had already begun to deteriorate; but the revelation that Tom Quill was actually alive and well only made matters worse as relief was overshadowed by further anger and confusion...perhaps karma for Aaron's taking advantage of John Doe's amnesia...
For years there had been reported sightings of a zombie-like ghost haunting Erinsborough late at night. But without any evidence to substantiate the bizarre claims, everyone laughed off the rumours as a prank. But with Aaron's sanity susceptible to all kinds of craziness, it was unsurprising he found himself having visions of the mysterious spectre.
"Who are you?" Aaron asked hoarsely as he suddenly awoke to see him standing beside his bed. But the manly mirage didn't speak; his piercing blue eyes seemingly staring through Aaron's soul. "You're even more beautiful than they describe you." Aaron said as he ran his hand up the amazing apparition's abs...ascending to his pecs...as he admired the pale, moonlit presence before him. Although the encounter wasn't real, Aaron could see and feel the fine figment as if he was really there, as a truly delusional fantasy played out in his mind...
"You're so cold. Here, let me keep you warm." Aaron said as he pulled the sexy spirit into bed with him; wrapping his strong arms around him as they kissed. After a while, Aaron, in his dreamy state of lust, opened his eyes to admire the stranger's face up-close...and stroke his dark black hair; which contrasted sexily against his white skin...
Aaron then threw off his boxers; preparing to heat the handsome haunter with the literally hottest part of his body: his throbbing, electrically charged 9" pole of iron. As Aaron turned back towards him, he saw him suddenly lying beside him naked; his long, smooth 8" rod standing at attention: pumping and proud.
Aaron flipped the hunky hallucination on his stomach and slammed his stick into his tight pipe and began brutally boning him.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...." Aaron moaned as he, in reality, was humping his pillow as he thought he was fucking his ghostly guest; his rock-hard cock rubbing against the pillow sending sensations up his shaft, only adding to the realness of his phantom fuck. As he ground harder and deeper, his penis perpetuating the moment of intense passion, he demonstrated he was what his illusory intruder would have called a "hot spiggin huffter".
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh....fuck...." Aaron moaned, rubbing faster as he heaped his headrest with hot, thick, jizzy man jam.
As Aaron laid there waiting for his short breath to subside, he lifted his legs and spread them wide as he saw the supernatural stud preparing to penetrate him.
"Ohhhhhhhhh....fuck yeah...fuck me....." Aaron moaned as he felt his bed buddy booming through his back door. Subconsciously, Aaron had reached for the dildo he kept under his pillow and was self-slamming himself to the image of his paranormal visitor in warped masturbation...
Aaron kept ramming his rectum for hours, waiting for the cum blast that couldn't and didn't happen until he eventually fell asleep; the fuck toy still fitted inside his furnace, stretching him in slumber...
But the heavenly hunk was still with him; present in his dreams as Aaron's mind let him experience his ghost's gun...the way his slick dick slipped and slid through his mouth...until it shot its sauce - Aaron vividly but imaginatively tasting it before his newfound friend faded away...