You Or A Ghost

"Awstie, get this shit, whore!" Geoff yelled as he threw a big ass camera his way. His team hated him, mostly because he was a dirty little twink boy who always had cummies in his little panties. But Awsten didn't care, he swallowed cum fucks like them for breakfast. 

Otto came up behind him and smacked his tight little ass then set down a cherry slushy, "Get ready boys! we're leaving here soon and we're headed out to Wentz's Mansion. It'll be like Luigi's Mansion but real life. Isn't that cool?!" Otto beamed a bright smile. "God sometimes I feel like shoving you to your knees and shoving my big, fat-"

"Does everything you say have to be sexual?" Travis said as he pushed his glasses up, he was the nerd, of course, he knew how to do the computer shit, and Awsten was one hundred percent sure that if the movie Her was based off of a true story; I'd be based off of Travis' sexual attraction to computer titties, and gaping pixelated asshole. 

"I was going to say big, fat, greasy, smelly toe!" Awsten threw his hands up in surrender. "Where are we going again?" Awsten asked as he packed his bag to go. "We're going to Wentz's Mansion. The legend goes that a long ass time ago, like two thousand and five. There was this guy named Pete Wentz, he was....BISEXUAL!" Geoff screamed. 

Awsten shot Otto a glare. "So? The guy likes his ass eaten and tits, what's the big deal?" Travis turned to tune into the story. "Well, it's said that one night as he was having a threesome, he choked and died taking a BBC." Otto said, he picked up his cherry slushy off the ground. Travis had a puzzled look on his face. "What a B B C?" Awsten let out a laugh. "It's a Big Black Cock." Travis scratched his head. "A chicken?"

Geoff and Otto just rolled their eyes. "Yeah, sure pal." Awsten patted his back. "Let's get going." Geoff said and got into their shitty little Jeep Cherokee. Actually is was Otto's, but Otto didn't know how to drive, which got all the eyebrows of their family and friends raised. Why the fuck would you have a car and not know how to drive? 

They all got in and went in and left. 

~

Once they got there Awsten and the rest of the crew got out of the Jeep. Travis was asleep against the window. "He's so much cutter asleep." Awsten mumbled to himself. 

Travis was awoken when Otto opened Travis' door and he went falling face first onto a pile of white dog shit. Otto laughed so hard his stomach began to hurt, but Awsten glared. "Shut the hell up, up you curly headed fuck!" Awsten growled from the other side of the Jeep. 

"What are you gonna do about it?" Otto flipped him off. Awsten didn't put a fight though, he was too much of a bottom. Travis got up quickly, running to find water to wash his face. "I fucking hate you, you're such a cunt!" Travis mumbled. 

But obviously Otto couldn't here it, he had gone, picked up the equipment then left to go back into the mansion with Geoff.

"Don't worry about him Travis', he's just being an asshole." Travis nodded, despite feeling like he wanted to choke and die on a BBC too. 

~

Later that night at 3 AM

"Hello my Knighties! We're here tonight to show you the infamous Wentz Mansion, It's said to be haunted by Pete Wentz, who in two thousand and five, choked and died on a big black dick." Geoff and Otto held back laughs as Travis' face finally put two and two together. 

cock=dick not chicken.

"It's also said to be haunted by the ghost of all his bandmates and ex lovers. Since they all got so old they died." Awsten said. "I want to start by doing this spirit box reading." 

He pulled out a round little speaker thing. He turned it on as it began to make loud and annoying sounds. "Who's where with me!" He said loudly, Geoff zoomed in on the box then panned up to Awsten's face. A voice then came out, responding intelligently. 

"LET ME FUCK YOU!!" It boomed. Awsten jumped, dropping the device to the floor, Geoff and Otto went running out and Travis stood there, shaking like a little girl in her Dora the Explorer Boots.

The spirit dragged Awsten up the stairs and to the Master bedroom. The spirit threw the twink onto the bed. "Ouch fuck! You don't have like...a Purple mattress, or something nicer?" Awsten complained. "Quiet you fool!" The spirit yelled. 

It appeared to him as none other then the ghost of the tiniest member of Fall Out Boy, Patrick Stump, He looked covered in blood and had haunting yellow eyes. "You're the horny one? Jesus, what are you gonna do, puppy hump me then cum in point five seconds?" Awsten insulted the spirit. But Patrick only choked him. 

"Fuck me senpi-chan~" Awsten then moaned out, feeling hard. The ghost turned Awsten on his stomach and ripped off his pants and bright pink thong. Patrick let out a confused grunt as he pulled out a butt plug, anal beads, and a fish out of Awsten's ass. 

"OOOH! That's where those went!" Patrick threw the fish out of the window, it broke the glass and landed on Travis' head. 

Patrick gripped the boys hips and slammed his fat Six-incher into Awsten loose cannon. "Is it in?" Awsten turned to look at the ghost. Little did Awsten know, the ghost could be whatever size it wanted to be. 

Without warning the ghost grew three more inches and became so thick that it almost ripped his butthole. "OH FUCK!" He cried out, painfully. Patrick began so slam into him. 

"OW FUCK, MR. STUMP!" He cried out, hoping his friends would hear him, and save him. But they didn't, they couldn't. They had left his ass there to die. Patrick's cock soon grew to at least eighteen inches. 

Before Awsten could even enjoy this really strange fuck. The ghost cock had grow his cock out his mouth, and it expanded to wide it tore him up, literally. 

He was nothing but skin, blood, bone, and meat, and instead of stopping, the ghost shot plasma out its one eyed snake monster, leaked glowy yogurt out his his pink wizard. Poured glow in the dark slime all over Awsten's pile of pink hair and meat using his ghosty light saber.

~

"Sit down." Patrick ordered the boy who looked so dead, like a zombie, he behaved as one too. Awsten sat on the edge the bed, as told. His blood and meat and bones and ripped clothes and everything were still there, this was Awsten's room now. "Good boy, my pretty boy. Lay down now." Patrick whispered into his ear. 

Awsten laid down on top of his destroyed physical self. Patrick laid next to him, raising to his elbow and grabbing a book from off the side table which was now lit up, despite the lamp that was there not having a light bulb. 

Patrick cleared his throat, "The Heart Rate Of A Mouse, Volume One, Over The Tracks." He opened the book. 

He flipped past the first page and read out. "Prologue." Then began "I should never be trusted to drive a vehicle of any kind; not because I am a lousy driver, but because I tighten my grip of the wheel with every passing truck. I look in the newspaper every day for that one headline of a car crash where they simply don't know what happened." 

The End