Date: Mon, 28 Jul 2008 00:44:00 EDT
From: SpankThoseButz@aol.com
Subject: Erotic Nightmare: "Dead Men's Desire"

TOTAL and COMPLETE fiction of course! If you are into erotic  horror, than
you should really enjoy this story!  Late on evening, I had  turned off the
tube, after having watched the classic 80's horror flick, "ONE  DARK NIGHT". I
must have really beat (and horny!), for, as soon as I turned off  the set, I just
zonked out. Now, my dream started, which turned out to be an  erotic
nightmare, but a nightmare I sure as hell wouldn't mind having again! I  found myself
wandering about this huge mausoleum all alone, the vast caverns  totally
silent except for my footsteps. Dim lights and votive candles flickered,  and I was
wondering what I as doing here all alone so late at night, gazing  at the
names of deceased men one each wall vault. Suddenly, without warning, I  heard a
gruff male voice from somewhere nearby, mutter with an evil chuckle:
"...you're so fuckin' sexy, stud, even DEAD guys want a piece of that hot,  tight,
little ass of  yours!"
"What the fuck?" I thought. Suddenly, without warning, I heard distinct
rumbling  noises and I then stood rooted to the spot, unable to move, as suddenly,
all of  the nearby vaults that bore the name of a man started to open, the
marble  clattering loudly to the floor as it  fractured.
"What the fuck?" I shouted, as I watched spellbound as coffin and after coffin
 began sliding out of the wall vaults. Then, as I heard this weird organ
music  begin to play from somewhere far down the corridor, I stood both horrified
and  sexually excited as one by one, the coffins began to pop open, and the
bodies of  men long since deceased began rising up, their clothing moldy, dusty,
and  tattered. "What the hell is this", whispered to myself, "Michael
Jackson's  'Thriller'"?                       Still unable to move, all of these male
corpses shuffling towards me, most  wearing suits and ties, but some wearing
police chief and fire captain uniforms.  There was even an Army general among
them! Then I noticed that each and every  one of these dead guys had big
bulges in the crotches of their worn, moldy  trousers, and were rubbing them with
skeletal hands as they grinned menacingly  at  me!

               Suddenly, without warning, I saw every one of these dead dudes
grasping  something in their clammy paws. Some clutched a piece of splintered
wood from  their casket, others grasped a metal crucifix that they had, until
just a little  while ago, had been grasping while reposing in their boxes.
Now surrounded by  these highly-aroused deceased men, the nearest one, who
obviously was built like  a linebacker when he was alive, reached out and grabbed
me by the sleeve of my  suit jacket, and then, as he sat down on a marble
bench, proceeded to haul me  across his lap, and then started spanking my upturned
ass with a splintered  piece of  wood.
         The other dead guys all started chuckling with a truly evil,
sinister sound, and  continued to rub the hefty bulges in their decaying trousers as
this hulking,  long-dead gent wearing a dark blue pinstriped suit thrashed my
round little  butt, through the seat of my tight suit pants. So fierce were
his blows, that  the piece of splintered wood started tearing away the seat of
my suit pants, and  then, started to shred the tight seat of my sweaty,
red-striped boxers. My  imprisoned cock was leaking lube like a faucet, as I humped
this dead fellow's  bony thigh through his moldy, time-worm suit pants. Man, my
ass was fucking  stinging like  hell!
                            But, this was only a warm-up, as, in the blink of
an eye, I now found myself  across the lap of a long-dead police Chief, who
brandished a tarnished crucifix  in what was left of his big, gnarled hand. It
was as though that crucifix was  charged with at least 10,000 volts, for cool
air was soon filled with the  strong, acrid scent of scorched cloth, as the
seat of my shorts burned away.  Now, my bare, 50-something ass was REALLY
vunerable, and was, by this time,  really blistered and sore.In a flash, the dead
police Chief vanished, and I was  now across TWO laps......the lap of a tall,
lanky ghoul who was wearing a dusty,  once-brown pinstriped suit, and the broad
lap of a Catholic priest, who was  STILL built like bull!! The sounds of
tarnished metal and splintered wood made  harsh, cracking sounds as these
now-awakened, angry, and HORNY deceased men  walloped the hell out of my smoldering
ass, my loud cries of both blinding pain  and blinding ecstacy echoing off of the
marble walls of the massive old crypt.  Then, again, for a split second, all
was silent. My cock throbbed as it  unleashed yet another glob of lube into my
soaked boxers. Then, once again, I  heard that evil, but oh-so-sexy voice
growl "Dead men may tell no TALES...but  it's YOUR tail we want, my  friend!"

                                             In a blinding flash, I now found
myself bent over a marble table, my wrists  bound with some sort of wire, and
my feet somehow glued to the floor. Totally  unable to move....like I wanted
to!!  Then, I heard a new sound....the  sound of rusty zippers on moldy
trousers being unzipped, accompanied by more  evil laughter!!! Oh, fuck!! I
muttered. These dead guys are all gonna FUCK  me!!!!! Well, sure enough, that is
EXACTLY what  happed!!!
                       A large movie screen suddenly materialized out of
nowhere, and was positioned  right in front of me. without warning, I felt my
tight, hairy asshole bieng  ripped open, and I could see it was the old Army
General, his tarnished  medals glinting in the dim light, still looking sexy as
hell, even after being  dead for 50 years!!!!! Then, I felt the General's
skeletal hand reach around to  unzip my fly, proceeding to reach into my soaked
boxers, and haul out my  massive, aching, drooling fuckstick. Oh, shit! The
deceased General started  plowing my quivering ass like a madman, obviously pretty
damn horny after having  not getting any male tale in so many  decades!
         I gazed into the big screen in front of me, and watched myself
getting royally  screwed by a long line of male ghouls. Businessmen, cops, firemen,
Army guys,  priests, ministers, railroad conductors.......damn, these
long-slumbering dudes  were REALLY HOT for some tight male ass!!! And, as each one
continued to batter  my humming prostate to a pulp, he's reach around and wank
my aching cock with  his skeletal  hand.
                                              Finally, as the mournful organ
music played even louder,my overloaded balls  could no longer hold back.
"AAAUUGHH!!! OOOHHHFFUUCCKKINGCHRISSTTT!! AAAUUGHH!!  OOOHHHFUCKK!! YEAH, YOU
FUCKIN' GHOUL! TEAR UP MY LIVING ASS WITH THAT BIG DEAD  DICK OF YOURS!!!!" My huge
dong exploded as the clammy, bony hand of a railroad  conductor, still
wearing his brass-buttoned uniform brought me to my peak,  coating his pumping hand
with scalding jets of thick, hot executive  jizz.

                        My aching asshole clutched at the dead conductor's
massive slab, as two dead  guys in their dusty suits knelt on the altar in front
of me, and ground their  massive bulges in my face, the scent of decay and
musty old cloth really  triggering shock waves in my overloaded balls. Without
warning, I bolted awake  covered with sweat, breathing hard and heavy, like an
exhausted marathon racer.  "Holy fuck! What a fuckin' nightmare!" I muttered,
and then I noticed that my  cock was hard as hell, ready to rip right through
my fly. I HAD to take matters  into my own hands, and relive this sexy-as-hell
nightmare!! Damn, I hoped I'd  dream it EVERY night!!! THE END!! Hope you
enjoyed! Comments are always more  than welcome!