Date: Sun, 2 Nov 2008 23:46:58 EST
From: SpankThoseButz@aol.com
Subject: "DEAD MAN'S DESIRE" (PART 2)

READERS: If you enjoyed Part 1 of this erotic horror story, I'm  sure you'll
get hot reading part 2! TOTAL fiction of course, but, that being  said, enjoy
and happy whackin'! After having that scary-as-hell, but fuckin'  hot-as-hell
nightmare after watching "ONE DARK NIGHT", I HAD to watch the flick  again
before conking out, hoping to have a "repeat performance" of the first  erotic
nightmare! Sure enough, after watching the classic horror flick again, I  fell
asleep, a thick bulge behind my fly..... As the dream started, I again  found
myself in the same, massive, echoing mausoleum I was in during the last  dream,
except this time, I was dressed as a security guard. My flashlight played
over the brass name plates of the deceased men who were entombed in the vaults
behind the walls.  Once again, as in the other dream, I heard weird organ
music start to play, and, once again, I heard the loud, eerie noises of marble
crypts cracking open, and the unmistakeable sounds of coffins sliding  out.

                             Again, I watched in fascinated horror, my aching
cock a rigid bulge behind the  fly of my uniform pants, as the lids of the
coffins began to creak open, and the  and the long-slumbering bodies of dead men
began sitting upright, and then  climbing out. It was obvious that some of
these fellows had been dead for only a  few days; others, clearly, had been dead
for decades. Dead dudes in musty suits,  dead dudes in moldering
uniforms......all coming towards me....surrounding  me.......all chuckling
fiendishly.....and ALL rubbing solid bulges behind their  rusty  zippers!!
          One hulking dead guy, who still looked pretty good in his gray
pinstripe suit,  reached out with his gnarled hands, and, after sitting on the
edge of his open  coffin, sat down on its edge, and forced me down until I was on
all fours.  Didn't take an Einstein to figure out what this dead guy
wanted....judging by  the big bulge in his moldy suit  trousers!
                                    As his big clammy hands caressed my head,
my eager tongue started slurping  away at the solid bulge, slurping away
until the entire crotch of his pinstriped  trousers was totally soaked.....man,
that dank, musty smell was really spurring  me on!! While a score of
highly-aroused dead guys looked on, my fingers pulled  down this sexy corpse's rusty
zipper, and a massive, leather-like cock sprang  out from the confines of his
moldering trousers, demanding attention! I wasted  no time in wrapping my lips
around this massive slab of mummified cock, and the  dead guy's hands start
pumping my head up and down, making sure I deep-throated  his big dead dick but
good! Between his wide-spread, pinstriped legs, I gave  this dude a hot, sloppy
blowjob, the likes of which he NEVER had from anyone,  male or female, while he
was still  alive!                                                   All the
while this was going on, all the dead guys surrounding us chuckled and
muttered to themselves, obviously enjoying the show. I even took a few moments  to
spit-shine this guy's dusty old wingtips, really getting off on shining up
these cracked leather shoes with my eager tongue. His tarnished belt buckle also
received the same attention, as did his musty-tasting sock garter, and its
rusting metal clasp! Suddenly, there was total darkness as all the dim lights
went out, and, when they came on again, I found myself in a new  situation!
                                                   I was sitting on a marble
bench, and the corpse of an elderly Catholic priest  ambled over to me, and it
was clear this old man of the cloth hadn't seen the  light of day in many a
decade. Grunting heavily, the dead priest, still in his  dusty, musty black
clerical suit, positioned himself across my knees, and my  throbbing cock gushed
more lube into my sweaty boxers as I got a good look on  the dead priest's
backside. Two hefty mounds of solidified flesh, firm as hard
plastic.....ALMOST....but with just a hint of pliability still lingering. Well,  I KNEW what this
dead priest wanted....and I was NOT going to disappoint him! I  ripped the
tarnished silver cross from around his withered neck, and proceeded  to paddle
his solid, black-clad ass with it. Bolts of electricity shot from the  dead
priest's bulky butt, scorching the seat of his time-worn black clerical
trousers, the old material  disintegrating.
                                                This revealed the bulging
seat of his blue-striped circa-1950 Munsingwear  boxer shorts, and, the harder I
paddled his ass with the cross, the more  material fell away from his
long-neglected butt. Now, a good portion of the  deceased priest's ass was
bared.....looking like the ass on a statue that had  been exposed to the elements for
many a year. I couldn't resist probing that  ultra-tight hole with the cross, as
well as my  fingers.
                                  Damn! Clammy as it was, it was TOO DAMN
TIGHT to pass up!! As though the other  male corpses could read my thoughts, a
couple of them grabbed the body of the  old priest and bent him over the lid of
a nearby coffin. I wasted no time in  unzipping the fly of my tight uniform
trousers, and hauling out my throbbing,  drooling, massive fuckstick. I just got
behind the dead priest and SLAMMED my  huge fuckpole deep into his bulky,
deceased  ass.                                                       The dead
priest let loose with an unearthly growl of pleasure as I relentlessly  plowed in
and out of his tight, clutching chute. I grabbed onto his bony  shoulders
through his moldering black jacket as I just ripped his tight, dead  butt to
shreds. Fuck!! This was TOO HOT!! I NEVER wanted this erotic nightmare  to end!!!!
Without warning, the old Army General that had fucked my hot little  butt raw
in the previous dream appeared, his tarnished medals glinting dully,  his
moldering uniform still looking hot as hell! The square-jawed General pulled  out
a knife from inside his musty jacket, and slit the seat of my uniform pants
right down the seam covering my crack, slitting the seat of my boxer briefs as
 well.
                                            Without any sort of warning, I
felt my tight, sweaty chute being ripped open, as  the long-dead General started
ramming my hot butt long and hard, showing no  mercy....like I wanted him to!
So, while I was busy raping the dead priest's  weather ass, the old General
was busy with an attack of his own, ramming his  dead, withered dick in and out
of my hairy hole, battering my prostate to a  pulp. Too soon...MUCH too
soon....my overloaded balls exploded, and my throbbing  monster pole began spitting
out scalding jets of thick, hot, living sperm,  flooding the one-time
priest's ravaged  butt.

      So massive was my load, that the cum was already flooding out of his
well-ravaged hole like a faucet, dribbling down the back of his  long-dormant
balls. Then, I heard the dead General scream out a deep, bellowing  yell that
echoed off the marble vaults, and his shuddering told me that he, too,  had
reached his peak, still plowing my trouser-covered ass with his lengthy,
leathery Army cock. Then, another bright flash of light blinded  me....and....with a
jolt,I woke up, drenched in sweat........my huge cock ready  to rip through my
fly........shit!!!!!! Hopefully, I'll have nightmares like  this EVERY
night!! THE END!! Hope you enjoyed!! Comments are always  welcome!!