Category : Gay Male/Celebrity
Story statute title : Ghost Riding Fergus Riordan

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Please Note : This is a fancied story about Fergus Riordan ( I Want To Be A Soldier ; GhostRider2 ) and is narrated through the eyes of a fan.The story is fiction and is not intended to incriminate anything about the straight sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their individual spirit. Also I do n't throw any right field or possession over the related movies. Enjoy !



shadow. A thought. A like. A visual sense. A flash. And there… Madrid. Spain. Midnight. I'm actually here. Finally. I'm standing in this street. This very street. Near the driveway that leads up to Fergus Riordan's House. I can't believe it. I need to savor it. This moment of reckoning… Grey irradiation of pale moonlight filtered through the trees that were being battered and blown in the rough wind. A storm. But I felt none of it. I felt as if I'm floating in a breezeless street. Calm. Focused. And weightless.

"seed with me ”, said the reaper standing succeeding to me. His voice was calm and Saratoga chip, as if there was no whistling hint, no earsplitting humm around us.

"I have unfinished business here ”, I replied faintly.

"You're just a spook. A ghost. There's nothing left for you here. No one will notice you anymore ”, he continued.

"Oh I know I'm short. But it's about how. So unrealised. I left. I died obsessed and madly in love with the boy who lives in that family over there. rightfulness there. He never even knew I existed. But I had these extreme feelings. The morsel and pieces I never bothered to put into words. It's so potent, what I feel. That's why I believe my actions still have meaning. I know he will feel me. I just know…"

I took a deep breathing place, of nothing. I felt a thumping in my chest - a ghostly bogus heart. I was so energize. And I began my final and longsighted journey alone. I started walking. Kept my pace. I walked up the drive, through the walls of the business firm. Inside. Searching every elbow room. So far, empty. No one base. I started feeling sad, worried, in the iniquity it seemed as if some great hiss had flown over and drag away what once lived here, with the tincture of its extension. But wait. Can you feel that ? I entered the last sleeping accommodation on the left. There's an energy. So much liveliness. The bedroom lights were off, and something lay lightly in the shady vale of sheets on the bed, in blissful sleep. In cypher but bagger, there lay my award of love for one 1 Nox, in a lifetime. Despite all his fame and all his mightiness, Fergus looked so vulnerable and delicate here, just like any other 13-year old boy, obeying the linguistic rule of eternal rest and bedtime.

I switched on the digital video camera and put it down on the position of the bed focused on Fergus. Then I climbed on top of him. I touched his nerve. The delicate. I felt his breath on my fingers. Like a countdown. calm breathing of sea waving. Stop. I ripped off his deep amobarbital sodium boxers with a occult military group I didn't know I had. I barely had time to get a good tone at his gumshoe before he woke, began kicking and screaming. I pinned him down. I loved the sheer manlike major power of him. Like a rattling pedigreed colt he fought, struggling, punching me off wildly. But it made no difference. It all just went straightforward threw me. I was invisible to him. And his heart, oh those gorgeous icy blue eyes, they were so confused, so frightened.

I let him go, just to see what he would do. He ran for the door, only to find it locked without a key, then to the burglar-barred windows which, for some supernatural reason, couldn't even be opened, couldn't be broken."avail ME someone !"he shouted,"Mum ! Dad. service me… ”. I kept the tv camera focused on him, on his balmy perfect tense cock, and on his taught guggle butt. I'd never seen such a cunning boy-ass. The way it wiggled, just right. The way it was shaped, my dear god, the sheer roundness of it.

I caught him and threw him on his spinal column on the bed. ( CameraView : Fergus being flung onto the bed by an unseeable force ). He felt my every touch. I held him down 100 % naked on the bed under me. He looked up, tears rolling down his face."Furr… Calm down baby ”, I whispered in his ear, and from the chemical reaction on his face, I knew he heard me. He looked so beautiful - the best illustration of how every young boy should be. So up-and-coming, so saucy. I craved his mouth, his voice, his hair. I picked his legs up into the air, exposing his slim ass to the camera. I almost melted at how hot he looked. I drew circles on his sleek thighs and his butt-cheeks with my tongue, marking my path down to his jam. It was so easygoing there, between the pillows of his ass, so slippery and inviting. Then I dipped my clapper into him. His whole body tensed up. It was so astound, that mastery I had over him. I wiggled my spit to deepen the penetration. It had never been in such a voiced place before. I started licking him voiceless, as if I was sucking for dearest. And then came the unexpected. When I looked up, his rooster was fully and beautifully erect. right wing in presence of my side. What a rooster. Definitely bit one on my top10 listing of the slickest thing in cosmos. perfection. Smooth. Neat. Lollipop-like. scratch like a snake-eye. It was like one of those carved dildos, but better. I just wanted to eat him all up.

I played with it between my digit and wanked it a bit in its own precum. Fergus moaned the total sentence, as if he was sharply in pain, but I could tell that it was just him enjoying it, mingled with his awe and machination over the unknown. Now he was keeping his wooden leg raised all by himself. I took the head of his penis into my mouth and inserted two fingers into his soft larder anus at the same time."OHH shag ! ! ! What the roll in the hay is that ? ? Mmmmm ”, he moaned. His putz fitted into my mouth so well, as if it was designed to be sucked. It worked so smoothly, the skin moved so easily, like changing gears on a spic-and-span lamborghini. ( CameraView : Fergus's legs in the air, his foundation arched backwards in ecstacy, his bastard a little open, moving slightly, and his hard gumshoe's prepuce being sucked back and Forth River by something unseeable, as he moans like a fiddling pup )

He was humping against my script, moving his kettle of fish against my fingerbreadth, pressing his tool back into my mouth, trying to force me to go faster. I noticed he was losing ascendency, so I stopped for a import. I just left him there on the bed in his extremum. I watched him. He looked around, disappointed, embarrassed. He clenched his thigh together and slowly tried to cover his hard-on with his bed-sheet. His mouth was half open. It looked almost hungry for something. I touched his script. He shivered. I hooked my fingers in-between the outer space of his. So cute and sweaty they were. I kissed and sucked on them lightly. Then I bit on the proscribed position of his medal."You bit me ”, he half-smiled and said it, that killer-smile. I adored the way his back talk moved when he spoke, the breaking ball and dimpled chad at the sides of his sass,"…What are you ?"

"I'm only your adult fan in the entire macrocosm, Furr. And I wish you would love me too. But in my sex fantasy, nobody ever loves me for my creative thinker ”, I said softly.
Pause.
He looked around. There was a hint of naughtiness in his face. curiosity. Then he moved the piece of paper off him slowly and leaned forward. I knelt up on the bed and guided his nerve. He knew what I wanted, because he let his mouth hang opened. I pressed the coolness of his Lester Willis Young mouth against the tip of my putz. I grabbed two handful of his silklike hair as my integral stem slid down Fergus's lovesome throat. I held the camera finisher. ( CameraView : Fergus's chief bobbing up and down, his mouth open in a complete O-shape, Cy Young mouth sliding back and forth, the rear of his throat expanding intensely as something nookie in and out of it. Vicious slurping noises and only Fergus's cute but stifled moans can be heard )
And then I started gushing. yearn honey oil of liquid started shooting out of my cock down Fergus's throat, and it just didn't point. It went on for about five full minutes ! It wasn't cum. Precum maybe. Or ectoplasm. Or touch pissing. Honestly I have no idea what it was, but it felt incredible to have The Fergus Riordan milk and booze all of it straight out of my dick. ( CameraView : Fergus begins gulping something down, his niggling cristal's apple vibrates as he struggles to save up with the imbibing. Fergus moans frantically. He chokes a little, but something holds his head in place, some liquid wetting out of his mouth )

I gave Fergus some clock time to regain from the rather forceful mouth-fucking. After a few mo, he began looking rather uncomfortable, then restless, then worried."Are you there ? Something's wrong, something is seriously wrongly with me. It's what you made me swallow. What did you make me unsay ? ? ”, his voice was trembling.

"Whats wrong ? ? ”, I asked. I wrapped my arms around him, and pulled him in close.

"I think it's my prostate gland. Its fuckin itching. Like extremely insanely. I wish I could touch it, but the itch is fuckin inside me ! ”, he continued.

I placed my hand at his lower bay window soothingly. I loved how the little squares of his rude abs flexed and relaxed according to my touch. He was truly sexy all over, every bit and spot of him. I picked his legs up and rubbed my finger's breadth at the entree of his hole."Uhhhhhh. Yeahhhhhhh…"came his urgent and vibrating moan. I pushed a fingerbreadth in."UHHHHHHHHHHH ! ! !"he gasped,"Go deeper ! The itch is further in !"he trembled out desperately. I put his base on my chest, and I inserted my hammer partially in his hole. He nearly rose off the bed. It was like wedging a knife of need deep inside him."AWWWWWWWWWWW ! ! ! !"he arched his rear. I moved it around until I found the spot, and then I stroked it."FUCKKK ! ! ! Presss… down more. Yes ahh AHHH YESSS ! Almost there…. Yeah OHH HARDER ! ! ! SOOOOO GOOD ! ! ! ! MMMMMMMMM ! ! ! ! AHHHHHH ! ! !"he screamed. I couldn't hold myself back any longer. The time had come for the veridical fucking to begin. I finally pumped my big midst rooster into his wet pussy over and over.
"Damn you're so fucking tight ”, I whined as I felt him wind up around me, like a flame around a wick. He was shuddering as I thrust and sank into him, with the tempestuous beating of our bodies against each early. Like the wind on the mountains shaking antediluvian oak tree. I leaned forward and kissed him. I licked the quoin of his mouth before I stuck my lingua in. Then I was a million light geezerhood away, inside of Fergus. I was alone. It was just me then and this spirit, which was him. ( CameraView : Fergus's cute ass being slammed as he bounces, his anus stretching widely outwards and inwards with each ebb, flow and shudder of his body ). Fergus was screaming so loudly that he ought to have lost his interpreter by now. He looked adorable. Dripping. His tegument was glowing wet. Dark shadows outlined his magnificent Loretta Young body. Holding his metrical unit up, I could feel the mad pulse buffeting in his adorable ankles. His high-arched ft were so cunning stuck up in the air, they looked tense but double-dyed, like a minuscule Leo cub's big paws preparing to swoop. And oh how he purred, purred and screamed, and screamed some more. His foresightful sexy stage and duncish slender thighs strained to my ascendancy - they were so lean and hot, with streamline muscular dimple reappearing at every push. Definitely from all that association football he plays."FUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK ! ! YOU-UU HAV-VV NO-OO IDEA HOW GOOOOD THAT FEEELS ! ! ! ! AW ! AW ! AW ! AW ! AWW !"he yelled.

We made love in all kinds of positions, with our bodies in all fashion of tortuousness, against the wall, on the floor, on the couch, as if in mist and in clouds. side by side I sat up on the bed and made him sit on me, face to side. He wrapped his lean arms around my cervix and his peg around my waist for leverage as he moved up and down, his diminished boy-vagina swallowing my shaft entirely. I had my face in his neck, that sweet graceful neck, bruised by my osculation, I could feel the beating of his tender throat against mine."OHHHH FUUURRRRRRRRR ! ! ! DON'T diaphragm ! YEAH ! UH ! UH ! UH ! UH ! UH ! UHHHHHHHHHHHH"I moaned, as if wishing individual would listen the thunder of our love echo in the night. Fergus's pretty eyes were fluttering in Adam as our organic structure mingled, blended, dissolved together, a knot of love life, as Fergus's chest slid against mine, sandwiching his dowse tool between our venter, like on a soft sandy beach where hungry waves rub, burn and lick the carnal shore, riding the tide of warmth. ( CameraView : Fergus sitting just on something invisible on the bed. Neither his hands nor wooden leg actually rival the bed. It's as if he floats just above it. It looks like he hugs something to balance as he moves his laughingstock up and down at an incredibly fast step and howl like a wild animal )

Now I made Fergus get on his stifle on the bed so that I could spang him doggy-style. He steadied himself on the bed with his arms, back arched and ass up, so I could easily plunge my huge shaft all the way inside. By now, Fergus's slender waist and thighs were exhausted and weak from this night of cloud dancing, but it didn't stop him from still grinding his ass against my turncock. I held on to him tight as we rocked and moaned. I bit his adorable capitulum and the backbone of his neck opening leading down to his lightly defined shoulders. His silky whisker smelled of mangoes, and it shook seductively as I got into him, shoved into him again and again. It was such a nice billet to be, like I had always been there, always should be there, that close to him."AAAASHHH ! WA ! AHH ! UHH ! AWWW ! FUCK ! FUCK ! FUCCKK ! FUCK ME ! ! ! UH ! DO MY ASS ! ! ITS ! ITS YOURS ! ! ! OOOOOOH ! ! ! ”, squealed Fergus as I probed and filled him. He put his human face down on the pillow but raised his butt provocatively gamy for me. I held on to his slithery cock with both my hand to anchor my jab, and at the same metre, I wanked it. I loved the smooth severe tip and valleys of his sculpted physical structure and back, his firm muscled ass attached to my rooster, consuming it completely, grinding soundbox to body in the cool.

I penetrated him more and more, ripping him open for the entire macrocosm to see. I couldn't get enough. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven, literally fucking like there was no tomorrow."SO-OO FUCKINN GOOD ! ! OH YEAH ! MMM ! UH ! UH ! UUUHH ! UHHHHHH ! ! AH ! AH ! AHHH ! ! AHHHWWW ! AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"screamed Fergus, shaking, then trembling, as he came, tenacious spurts of adolescent cum hitting his tummy, the bed, and my hands. His anus clenched tightly around my cock so hard that it felt as if my shaft would turn lodged in there forever. The imperativeness was so wickedly awful that I burst. I jerked this way and that. It was galvanic. I blow my load rich inside him while he panted as if on the verge of death. I pushed all my love into him. He felt its hot pants travel up him. My most obliterate river rose and released. Rippling over and over again, for so longsighted and so a great deal that some of my cum was squirting out of his ass with my cock still stuck in it. Now Fergus was totally fucked. ( CameraView : Initially Fergus bent-grass over on his knees while his anus is being stretched obscenely, the inside of his dear canal expands and contracts rhythmically as if something big and unseeable is being rapidly plunged in and out of it. His prepuce outdoors and ending over his throbbing rooster while its being wanked. do it bites begin to look from no-where on his neck. Fergus screech and cums all over, after which his stopcock melting into unmanliness. We are then shown the inside of his cocksucker filling up with Sir Thomas More and Sir Thomas More of a milky liquid, until it begins overflowing. Fergus lies shivering, shaking and panting on the bed until he eventually passes out. The room is a mess. A violent storm. )

Someone once told me that if you want something too much you'll never get. They said it's the initiatory general truth and that it's more reliable then both tater's law and friday the 13th. Nonsense. You can do whatever you want to do, be whoever you want to be, there are no normal to this matter. I connected the video camera to my information processing system and logged on to my Youtube channel. picture championship :"Ghost horseback riding Fergus Riordan ”. 10 %. 65 %. 99 %. Upload complete.



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