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That's what Marty Bates thought as he put his luggage on the floor of his hotel room. He'd heard that the hotel was haunted, but people stayed there anyway just to see a ghost or other specter. He, like everyone else who registered, shrugged off the rumors that the hotel had ghosts. He laughed it off. Maybe he might get lucky and see a ghost. But Marty didn't know just how lucky he'd be. As he puttered around the room unpacking his suitcase, he didn't see the light apparition shimmering in the large mirror behind the desk. The image was that of the head and shoulders of a man, and it watched Marty go back and forth, oblivious he was being watched. Marty finished his unpacking quickly, and looking at his watch, decided to take a little nap since it was only twelve-thrity and nothing started for another hour or so. He layed back on the bed, closed his eyes and exhaled, feeling the small stress's of the day leave his body, as he nodded off. From the mirror, the ghost watched everything. Finally when Marty was asleep, the figure slowly emerged from the mirror. First his head, then his shoulders, then the rest of his body. The figure was naked, and now it floated in the air high above the room. As the ghost floated, his penis grew stiff and stuck out. Then it turned and floated on its back, got in the position Marty was napping in, and hovered over him. Slowly, the naked ghost with its erection sank and disappeared into Marty's sleeping body. Marty's eyes started moving rapidly back and forth under his eye-lids, and Marty began to dream. The first dream was the one - everyone has about being at school with no pants on. But this one was different. Marty was sitting alone in a classroom, no pants on, and he was masturbating. And he couldn't help but sit there, his legs open with his hand on his dick slowly stroking the hard shaft. Even if the bell rang and the class filled with students, he'd have to sit there with his legs open and let everyone watch this act of self-pleasure. But no students came in; he just sat there mastur- bating. And what was more, the sleeping figure of Marty could actually feel the hardness and heat of an erect dick as the dream Marty stroked. And the danger of getting caught in this classroom with his dick in his hand increased the sense of plea- sure. And just as the 'dream Marty' was about to reach the peak of orgasm the scene went black for the sleeping Marty. What seemed an eternity but was actually mere seconds, another dream scene popped into his sleeping mind. Trees towered over a naked dream Marty as he stood in a small clearing in a forest. And again he was naked with his hand pumping his hard erect penis. He felt the warmth of the sun that streamed through the trees onto his face. He also felt the cool breeze tickle his naked body and through his legs, swirling around his balls and inner thighs and butt. Birds and squirrels chirpped merrily about him as he slowly stroked the hot hard shaft of his erect dick with one hand. His hips were pushed forward, making his dick soar in the warm forest air before him. The sleeping Marty felt the hardness of the dream Marty's dick as he played with it; he also felt the heat of the blood that engorged it. The dream Marty's breath quickened and his hand moved faster and gripped tighter arouond his dick, and just like before, the dream ended just before Marty came. Instantly, the dream Marty was soaring high above a shoreline, watching the waves of the ocean crash against the rocky coast. His arms were straight out from his shoulders as he flew, dipping and gliding high in the air. As he soared, he felt the rush of cool air over his naked body, especially feeling the air around his swollen erection. He started to loose some altitude and headed for the tops of the trees, but somehow he knew, with his masturbating hand, he reached for his dick and fingered it, leaving his left hand as his wing. He dipped a little more then began rubbing his his dick, keeping hold of it as he rubbed its heated stiffness. He began to climb as he stroked, using smooth even motions up and down his hard shaft. Soon his hand jerked his dick faster, feeling the waves of self-pleasure flow through his flying naked body. He soon lost control of his own hand as it beat faster, working his dick toward orgasm. His body convulsed then in orgasm, and he felt his sperm leave his dick and he watched the white fluid fall to the green tree below. Suddenly he began to plummet toward the trees. No matter how much he stroked his now-softening dick, he couldn't maintain his altitude. Surely he'd crash through the trees and die. Marty's eye popped open just as he was about to hit the trees. He looked around his hotel room where he was now safe. He propped himself on his elbows and, exhaled in relief. Then he realized his dick hurt. It was very hard under his pants. His dreams had given him an erection that hurt. Marty undid his pants and pulled them down over his butt and to his thighs. That helped a little, but the amount of blood in his dick still made it hurt, especially at the base. He finished removing his pants, and laying back on the bed, started masturbating. It hadn't felt this good in a long time. He stroked his engorged dick, sensing the waves build in his groin and spreading throughout his whole body. He looked at his crotch as he jerked himself off, his hand sliding along the shaft, feeling its hardness and heat. The warmth of his dick spread through his whole arm, and his hard shaft gave him a sense of security. Secure from what didn't matter, just the sense that the hard- ness gave him a feeling that nothing would effect him. He stroked a little more then let it go, and he watched it bobbed up and down like it had a life of its own. But his manipulations didn't ease the pain in his dick. He'd have to come to relieve the tension. But he didn't want to come yet because he loved what he was doing: feeling his hard dick in his hand as he masturbated. The pain, however, became a little unbear- able, and he had to come soon. He got up from the bed and knelt down on his hands and knees on the carpet, letting his dick bounce by itself between his legs. He grabbed his dick again and started stroking it, feeling his balls bounce with the motion of his hand. It had never felt as good as this before, never! With quick even strokes of his dick, he was reaching an intense orgasm. Then a sense of regret overcame him because he'd go limp after he came and wouldn't be able to get it hard again for a few hours at least. But, once again the pain from the stiffness of his dick was hurting him. He jerked off faster until he started to buck his hips like he was fucking a girl, and he came. He felt the force of his ejaculation as it spurted from the tip of his dick and he heard the semen plop on the carpet. He continued to jerk is dick with force as each ejaculation left him, until finally he stopped. The waves of orgasm slowly subsided as he knelt on the floor breathing like a runner; his hard dick was still hurting, but was softening a little, and soon the pain too eased. As he knelt, the apparition slowly floated from Marty's body, bent over as Marty was. The apparition's dick was still hard as it evaporated into thin air. Marty quickly looked over his shoulder as if he sensed the ghost, but nothing was there. He shrugged his shoulders then sat on the bed, recalling the mas- turbation dreams he had and the need to jerk off after dreaming them. He smiled to himself because he felt good. He also felt happy. He looked down at his limp dick and thanked it for a wonderful time. Then he cleaned himself up, got dressed and went out to his meeting. End ___________________________________________________ Kristen's collection - Directory 5