Date: Sun, 15 May 2016 15:14:25 +0200
From: J.D Louis <jdawg69@email.com>
Subject: Erinsborough Encounter - Part 30

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...