A Caring Heart 7

I waited for a few seconds while nothing happened until I finally felt the left sleeve of my jacked tugging itself over my hand. I closed my fingers into a fist to allow the sleeve to slide over my hand. I shrugged my left shoulder up. It appeared that this was the right time to allow the jacket to come off because I wasn't stopped. I half helped as the left side of the jacket tugged off of my arm, leaving the right side still fully on. I felt the same tugging on my right sleeve and I knew what to do as I helped my right arm come fee of the jacket. All that remained, was the olive green jacket that I was now laying on top of. I my shirt bunched itself out of the way of my stomach and I controlled my breathing as I watched the indentations on my stomach and heard even louder kissing noises. As I watched the skin of my tummy move around, I saw my shirt raise even higher up until my nipples were exposed. My eyes widened as I viewed the skin of my nipples bunching together and twitching repeatedly. A loud moan escaped my mouth while I braced myself to keep taking in the intense feeling of my nipples being manipulated. I wanted the feelings on my chest to continue but Willie had other plans for me.

The hem of my shirt jerked itself up, covering my face. The material moved up until I was forced to hold my arms above my head. I tilted my head back but the color buttons were clasped and that didn't seem to matter because my shirt just kept on moving past my head until I felt the material strain and then heard the buttons snap off. Finally the my green polo shirt lifted off of me and landed on the pillow behind my head.

My eyes scanned the room again, making sure no one was awake to hear my breathing, which had picked up in pace quite a bit. I saw my throbbing boner, poking up like it was asking for help. I let my hips move up and down to brush against my undies with repetition. I humped slowly, wondering when I would finally get my dick touched by a ghost. I gulped, seeing the fly of my jeans flip open wider. Next, I saw the hem of my pants bunch up on my left leg and then on my right leg. I readied my self to feel my pants slide off of me, but instead, my legs lifted upward and bent with my knees against my chest.

I stopped breathing when I felt my pants and briefs slide to expose my butt. I could feel a prodding at my cheeks that tickled and ran along my crack. I wondered if this is the part where I would have sex with the ghost boy and I was curious if it was even possible for Willie to reach a climax if he was...not living. My thoughts were interrupted when I saw my legs straighten to point up. The material of my jeans lifted up to my feet, bunching like an accordion. Inch by little inch, the legs of my jeans were released past my foot to hang down on either side of my leg, until the crotch of my pants were at my feet. I couldn't wait any longer and I took the liberty of kicking my feet, sending the pair of jeans to the floor next to the bed.

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There I was for all to see. If anyone woke up, they would see my legs foolishly jutting into the air, with my white briefs pulled so that my ass could be seen. I liked seeing my own nakedness while my boner was throbbing for more. Maybe it was because I was simply horny, and maybe it was because I was put in this position by a ghost orphan who knew what it was like to be lonely. Whatever it was, I wished that I had put on more clothes to be removed.

My legs bent at the knees again and I could feel a probing touch running along my crack toward my balls. I tensed my legs against the tickling on a part of my skin that had never been touched in such a way before. I watched my legs slowly open wider as the tickle came closer to my hard waiting dick. The sensation on my skin, crept up slower with every second and I could see movement that shifted the white cotton of my underwear. The movement continued until I saw the folds in the crotch of my undies gather into two separate bunches. The white threads that covered my privates all day, strained against the stress and I heard the ripping sound loud and clear. I sucked in a quick breath as I saw my tidy-whities being ripped apart. When the material was in two separate pieces, I watched them slink down my legs toward my feet until they were all the way off of me.

I was completely naked on my bed with a boner poking straight up. It felt naughty and amazing at the same time. Without thought, my right hand moved to touch my dick and give it the attention that it needed, but I stopped myself, knowing that this is what Willie wanted to do. I let my shaking hand rest only inched away from my skin covered boner and hoped that something would happen soon.

I couldn't take my eyes off of my own dick and I felt like if it didn't get some sort of physical stimulation soon, I would orgasm without even touching myself.

Finally, I felt the energizing jolt of a stranger's touch on my most private of parts. My hands moved away, grabbing onto the army jacked that I laid on. I watched the shaft of my dick squeeze in at the sides and carry the indentation upward and then down again. I straightened out my legs, laying them flat on the bed again, tensing my butt and jutting my pelvis upward. The outer skin of my penis shifted, bunching and twisting slowly in various circling movements around my pole. My legs twitched as I was stimulated and my breathing was like I was running a marathon.

I wondered if Willie was uncut like I was. I asked myself if he knew how sensitive an uncut dick was and if he knew how to make it feel the best. The answer was an amazing 'yes'. My jaw tensed and my mouth opened into a tight 'o' as I watched the pucker of my little hood open only slightly, then close again. This happened repeatedly and I loved every second of it. Each time I saw the skin open a little, I felt a jolt shoot from the head of my dick and penetrating through my abdomen. My legs twitched and moved randomly on the bed while I took in a feeling that was way better than anything I had done to myself.

I loved it all. It felt hot and sexy feeling the breeze of the room draft onto my naked skin. It felt amazing to have my torso move in obvious fucking motions while I was naked. I never understood how exciting it could be until now.

Willie stopped moving so slowly on my foreskin, and began moving faster. I saw the sheath over my dick open wider as waves of indentations made my penis look like a dancing snake. Every time I saw the deep red head of my red head of my penis I could see the depression against the slit that send jolts of ecstasy shooting into me. My butt wasn't even touching to jacket underneath and I raised myself up to meet the ghost boy's touch.

"Its gonna come soon." I tried to whisper into the air around my dick. "My good feeling is coming soon."

I let a quiet yelp escape when I felt the movement on my dick speed up to an incredible rate. It was so much and it was too much to take on. It wasn't hurting so much as it was feeling too good. I sat up quickly, hunching forward as I watched my dick twitching all over the place at a high speed.

"Go slower." I grunted out with a whisper.

But as I looked down between my legs, my dick was jolting and twitching at the same speed as before. All I could do was tense every single muscle in my body while I took on more sexual stimulation than I had thought possible.

My jaw clenched shut and I was able to gasp between barred teeth, "Here it comes." I felt my ass and abdomen tighten on their own and my legs opened a little and then closed. I felt the warm wave of the involuntary tensing in my body while my pelvis tried to jut forward with as much strength as possible. I felt my face scrunch tight as I watched the relentless fondling of my hairless crotch.

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