Poltergeist Quartet

Oliver — or as his handful of friends called him, Ollie — arrived at his modest home after a long day at work, parking his old car on the driveway. He worked as a hotel concierge; his pay was good enough to feed him through the week and cover the bills. Nevertheless, Ollie hated every second of it and wished he could be doing something unique and fulfilling instead. He usually couldn't make up his mind about what that could be, but tonight, he thought of opening a pizza place of his own. Or maybe he was starving.

Ollie lived in a small one-bedroom house. He was lucky enough to have it passed down to him by his late dad (who had bought it from a distant relative). Ollie's family let him keep the house as long as he paid the bills with his own money. That meant no risky dream jobs for the young, idealistic guy.

Ollie made his way to the kitchen and scanned the fridge's inside. There was barely any food aside from a carton of eggs, some Swiss cheese, ham, and a pair of tomatoes. He grabbed four eggs and made himself some scrambled eggs for dinner, which he would happily devour, although he wished that there were better food options — for example, a hot, delicious slice of pepperoni pizza. Oddly enough, Ollie's imagination ran vivid and caught the smell of pizza in the air for a hot second, making his mouth water and his stomach grumble.

As he ate his dinner, Ollie glanced at a dating app on his phone, flipping through pictures of cute guys. But, thanks to his low self-esteem, he never swept the screen to "like" the profile picture of anyone beyond his "league," and to make matters worse, never matched with anyone that he could consider to be on his league realistically.

He reached the picture of a handsome, athletic guy that was way out of his game (if he even had one). It was some dude named Nick. He lived four miles away from him. Before Ollie could pathetically sweep the hottie's picture out of his interest, the app seemingly glitched, and Ollie accidentally "liked" Nick's profile. The fear that this hottie might see his erroneous reaction and then laugh at his profile caused Ollie to anxiously curse the app and put the phone down for a minute.

He completed the meal with a can of Coke (his favorite) and belched loudly after chugging the entire drink in three gulps. Finally, he placed his plate on the sink among the rest of the dirty dishes. He then proceeded to his bathroom for a shower.

Ollie pulled the shower curtain open, leaned into the bathtub, and opened the water tap. He stripped naked and stared at his reflection in the fogging mirror as the water heated up. Ollie didn't like what he was seeing and never did, for that matter. He was too chubby — he thought — and not even close to being called "handsome" by anyone but his mom. He had a big butt, but it wasn't toned or perky; He had a thick dick, but not long like those guys that do porn. His penis looked smaller than what one compared it to his ample gut. His balls, however, like his thighs and arms, were of a satisfyingly hefty size. But then again, who would ever appreciate them?

Ollie stepped into the bathtub and lazily showered himself. His mind began to wander, and he pictured the naked bodies of a few of his coworkers, those that were both attractive and nice to him. It was a shame that he was too timid to make any real friends, people he could invite over or drunkenly make out with at some late-night party. Ollie popped a boner as he focused on the imagined genitals of a male coworker, Sam. Ollie was bisexual but way too deep in the closet to admit it to anyone but himself.

Ollie closed his eyes and rubbed his hairy chest with one hand, and his dick with the other, picturing himself making out with Sam. In reality, Sam was as straight as they came, but Ollie vividly imagined his dream guy giving him a hand-job as they French-kissed inside a hotel room they mischievously snuck into during their shift. Ollie imagined Sam lowering himself towards Ollie's crotch to perform a hell of a blowjob.

Suddenly, Ollie felt the sensation of lips sucking on his hardened cock. He stepped back and looked down, saw nobody there, and realized that he must have imagined it. But it had felt good and weird, and it was the first time his virgin-ass felt anything like it.

The next sensation he felt was that of another hard cock brushing against his, but only for a very brief moment. It was late at night, and he was tired — he thought to himself — so it might just be his mind playing games on him. Then, however, he became alarmed when he felt a pair of hands grab him by each side. They felt soft enough to confuse them all together with some nervous hallucination but sufficiently accurate to entice him further into the strangeness of it all.

Ollie reached out, grabbed nothing but air, and crossed off "invisible man" from his mental list of nightmarish possibilities. Before calming himself down and convincing himself that he vividly imagined someone else there with him, he felt a sharp tug that forced him to lean forward. His mouth met another, and it quickly sank in for Ollie that he was passionately kissing somebody else! His cock throbbed. Any sane person would have panicked, but Ollie kept lying to himself, believing that this could have only been a very vivid dream…

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Disillusioned after failing to haunt the shit out of the hotel's guests, Jake followed the chubby concierge home. Jake became attracted to the concierge as soon as he laid eyes on him, and that bellboy — Sam or Cam or whatever his name was — was not so bad-looking either. Jake learned from his name tag that the concierge's name was "Oliver." 


As Ollie drove home, Jake entertained himself with the fact that Ollie drove his car, not knowing that a ghost was sitting right next to him. Jake had died a few years back after being involved in a car accident and was now living it up (no pun intended) as a spiritual being. Jake was always encouraged to haunt crowded places (like hotels). His friends said he was good at haunting as a sport. Jake, however, much preferred haunting individuals, which the ghost technically (and stupidly, he thought) needed a permit signed by the lawmakers of the supernatural world. He never liked that ghosts had laws of their own.

Jake followed Ollie into the latter's house. Ollie closed the door behind him, but of course, the ghost passed right through the wood. The house wasn't anything impressive, but ghosts can't have the luxury of being picky. However, it was surprising that Ollie owned such a place for someone of his age and job.

Maybe this was a parent's house, Jake pondered.

As a ghost, Jake has the power to decide who can hear, see, or touch him. In this case, he chose to keep himself invisible so that he could take advantage of Ollie feeling like himself in his own house. There's nothing worse than a fleshy sensing a "presence" around them before the ghost intends them to.

Jake hovered around as Ollie made dinner. He chuckled when he noticed that Ollie was making himself some scrambled eggs. Lame culinary limitations like these made Jake appreciate his status as a ghost. Jake lowered himself to sit across from Ollie. He didn't bother using a chair. Instead, he sat in midair as though he lay his ass on an invisible chair that existed only in his imagination. Jake snapped his fingers, materialized a delicious pepperoni pizza (his favorite), and devoured it as Ollie, utterly unaware of his ghostly guest, ate his eggs. As a small prank, Jake allowed the smell of his pizza to reach Ollie and laughed at the fleshy's brief look of confusion and hunger.

As Ollie checked his phone, Jake stretched his neck like a snake and far enough to be able to peer from behind Ollie's shoulders. Jake saw that his chubby host was looking at pictures of guys through some dating app. "Fuck, that one's hot!" exclaimed Jake to an unfazed Ollie. Jake reached out and tapped the phone, "liking" the picture. However, Ollie didn't seem to appreciate that, murmuring something about a glitch and putting the phone away.

Ollie proceeded to grab a can of Coke, and Jake materialized one as well. Jake reached out to tap Ollie's drink with his and said, "Cheers."

Ollie, of course, didn't hear or notice him. Both guys chugged their drinks. Ollie belched, genuinely impressing Jake.

"Nice one, fleshy!" he said. Jake proudly let out a giant belch of his own, but alas, there was no one there to appreciate it.

Ollie got up, placed his plate in the kitchen sink, and headed out to the shower. "Now we're talking!" said Jake as he phased through the bathroom door Ollie had just closed. The ghost smiled as Ollie leaned over to turn on the tap, unknowingly aiming his giant ass at Jake. "Damn, the big guy has a nice piece of ass," he cheered to himself. Ollie began to take off his work uniform, and Jake made it into a big event by whooping, materializing ghostly dollar bills, and throwing them in the air.

"What's this, ladies and gentlemen?" he called out, "Looks like our fella here has a nice thick dick, too!"

Jake, however, noticed that Ollie pessimistically frowned as he looked at himself in the mirror. Jake snapped his fingers and caused his ghostly clothes to vanish except for his lucky baseball cap. Jake was a stocky ghost, slightly shorter than the mortal young man taking a shower. He had a protruding belly, but not as big as Ollie's. His dick, to his enjoyment, was morphed to become more massive than what he had back when he was alive. He floated across the small bathroom and phased through the shower curtain. The streaming hot water harmlessly passed right through him, but the ghost felt its warmth nonetheless. Jake's dick hardened as Ollie caressed his naked body with soap. A few mixtures later, Ollie started jacking off, and Jake felt as though in paradise.

Jake hovered down so that he was eye-level with Ollie's cock. Jake didn't hesitate before starting to suck on it and allowed Ollie to feel it. Jake enjoyed taking the chubby dude aback for a second and stood up so that he faced his host directly. Jake grabbed his dick and brushed it against Ollie's. Jake couldn't help but laugh at the fleshy's slightly confusing horniness.

"You like it, huh?" he said, but once again, Ollie couldn't hear him. "Come here, big guy!"

Jake grabbed Ollie by the sides and pulled him forward until their lips met. Jake kissed Ollie passionately. Jake expected Ollie to panic, but the latter didn't seem to mind that there was a ghost in the room with him…

* * * * * 

Jake and Ollie made out for an entire minute. By the end of it, Jake felt it was time to make himself known and become visible. Ollie opened his eyes, mesmerized by what is technically his first kiss. Ollie's eyes widened as soon as he saw the glowing, green stranger winking back at him. Before he could even scream, Jake zoomed into Ollie's mouth and swiftly slipped down his throat. 


"All right, before you scream like a pussy, you gotta learn how to live with a ghost, handsome." The words were coming out of Ollie, but they weren't his own. "Be glad I kept your awareness, big guy!" the ghost said, "I usually take full sensory control of fleshies."

Ollie laughed at himself, but it wasn't his laugh. Ollie had a second brain inside him, and he feared for the worst.

After a while, Ollie felt his throat loosen up. It was as if his neck had a pair of hands tightly grasping it, and decided to let go. Taking advantage of this, he asked aloud, "What the fuck are you?"

"Name's Jake," said the spirit inside him, "I'm a ghost if you haven't figured that out yet. Followed you here from that lame hotel you work at."

Ollie shivered at the realization of this. Stalkers creeped the fuck out of him, and the fact that a ghost stalked him made it ten times worse. Ollie never believed much in ghosts, yet he was superstitious.

"Why?" he managed to ask Jake.

"Well," said Jake — through Ollie — "I noticed how fucking hot you are and wanted to haunt you, and can you honestly blame me?"

Ollie didn't know what to make of that. "What do you want from me?" he asked.

"Nothing much, just to have some fun," Jake said. Ollie felt his face muscles stretch his lips into a broad smile and immediately knew it was the intrusive ghost who was smiling like an idiot. "It's been a while since I found a husky fleshy like you to play with."

"Play?" Instead of receiving a verbal answer, Ollie felt his dick inflating back into a boner. It happened so quickly that it could not have been possible if he didn't have someone else pulling strings.

"Cool, huh?" said Jake. "Watch this!"

Ollie witnessed his right arm come alive against his will and grasp his dick. Ollie, however, couldn't feel his arm but could feel his cock throbbing tightly against his fingers. Jake started using Ollie's arm to stroke his dick.

"Feels good, huh?" Ollie couldn't bring himself to deny it: it felt great! "I made it so that you can feel your dick but not your arm; that's all me," said Jake. "Now for the other one…"

Ollie's other arm came alive and stretched towards his backside, where Jake used it to finger Ollie's asshole. Ollie shivered with pleasure and felt his knees weaken. He usually didn't finger himself, but the way Jake had possessed him made a huge difference.

"Oh, I can feel you getting there!" exclaimed Jake as Ollie braced himself to orgasm, "Here we come!"

"I'm gonna cum!" yelled Ollie. Ropes of cum blasted out of his cock and onto the bathtub floor. Ollie noticed that he ejaculated ghostly cum as well, definitely from Jake. 


Without any warning, Ollie felt Jake slip his way out of his body through his throat. Jake's naked body hovered above Ollie, his ghostly post-cum dick inches away from Ollie's face. Ollie could smell the musk on Jake's ballsack. Finally, the ghost lowered himself to eye level with Ollie.

"So, any thoughts?" asked Jake, grinning.

"That. Was. Amazing." said Ollie, catching his breath. His fear had become pure sexual ecstasy so fast it almost troubled him.

"See you same time tomorrow?" asked Jake.

But before Ollie could even answer, Jake vanished away.

* * * * *

Ollie expected to see Jake as he showered on the following day, but Jake never appeared. He called out for him but started to doubt that he did imagine last night's encounter. He stepped out of the shower and headed to bed. To his surprise, Ollie found a naked Jake already there, on his queen-sized bed, rubbing a hard-on. Ollie, himself naked, jumped onto the bed and immediately started making out with the ghost.

"Wanna see something cool?" Jake asked.

"Sure," said Ollie excitedly. Jake grabbed his head with both hands and pulled it clean off his neck.

"Holy shit!" said Ollie, startled, "Doesn't that hurt?"

It was, of course, an idiotic question.

"Not at all!" said Jake as he lowered his disembodied head towards Ollie's cock and started giving him a blowjob.

"Oh, that feels nice!" said Ollie.

The rest of Jake's body vanished, except for his cock. Ollie observed excitedly as Jake's floating cock raised itself towards his lips. Ollie started sucking on it without thinking twice about it, and it tasted amazing. He felt Jake's ballsack bouncing back and forth against his chin. It took him a second to realize that they were engaging in a bizarre form of 69ing, something he never thought he would achieve in his entire life.

Ollie came into Jake's disembodied head, and his cum flew right through the ghost's head and onto the sheets. After a couple of seconds, Ollie felt Jake's cock ejaculate warm streams of cum into his mouth. Jake's body reappeared, and he attached his head back to his neck. Meanwhile, Ollie still had the ghost's dick in his mouth. Jake reached out and pulled his detached dick out of Ollie's mouth. Ollie was entranced as Jake held his disembodied still-erect cock towards his ghostly mouth. Jake sucked on his dick, enticing Ollie even further. Jake mentioned something about becoming see-through, and Ollie could now see the cock's head through the ghost's translucent cheeks. Jake, cock still in mouth, winked at Ollie and vanished away, slightly disappointing the chubby human.

* * * * * 

On the third night, Jake appeared once again in Ollie's bedroom.

Before they did anything, Ollie made sure to ask, "Hey, why do you keep disappearing?"

Jake explained all that fuss of ghosts having laws and not allowed to make themselves known to "the living," much less have sex with them. "That why I teleport outta here," he said, "to avoid being spotted, especially without a permit."

Ollie had so many questions after that, but he was too horny to care at the moment. "So what other things can you do?" he asked, "As a ghost, I mean."

Jake pondered for a minute, then he smiled. "Remember that guy Nick from the dating app that was out of your league, but whose picture I tapped?"

"Crap, that was you?"

"Yeah," said Jake, laughing, "but the point is..."

Jake finished his statement by shape-shifting into "Nick." He also appeared completely naked.

"Like what you see?" It was a different voice, too.

Ollie was shocked and getting harder by the second. Then, finally, "Nick" jumped on top of him, and the two started making out. Ollie stroked his ass cheeks, and they felt better than he imagined. For one, he loved feeling his pecs resting on his chest.

"Pretty hot, huh?" the ghost asked. If it wasn't for his ghostly green self, Ollie could have never guessed that this was, in reality, Jake on top of him.

"Wanna see a neat trick?" the ghost asked. Ollie nodded excitedly. "Nick" sat up and winked flirtatiously at Ollie. Then, he flexed his muscles, and they began to enlarge.

"How's this for a bodybuilder?" he asked, grinning.

"That's so hot!" exclaimed Ollie. During this time, "Nick" rubbed his ass against Ollie's erect dick.

He lifted his hips and allowed Ollie to penetrate his tight pucker. This particular encounter was Ollie's first time doing anything like this. "Nick" moaned loudly as Ollie pounded him. The ghost was bouncing up and down Ollie's hard cock, his ass cheeks slapping against the husky man's thighs. Jake made sure to make "Nick" ass as tight and warm as possible. Ollie slapped "Nick" ass a couple of times. The fact that "Nick" suddenly became see-through, and he could see his dick inside him enthralled Ollie immensely.

"Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" the ghost yelled in pleasure.

Ollie looked at "Nick," who now morphed into "Sam," Ollie's handsome coworker. What had been "Nick's" tight asshole was now "Sam's." Jake seemed to respect every detail of Ollie's imagined version of Sam, giving him abs and a large, veiny cock. God knows if Sam really looked like that, but Ollie didn't give a fuck.

"Oh, Ollie, fuck my brains out!" Jake yelled with a perfect imitation of Sam's voice, "God, you are so fucking hot!"

Ollie was in heaven. Thanks to Jake, all his wild fantasies came true in one night. Before he knew it, he came into "Sam," who responded by exclaiming, "Yes! So warm! Yes! Fill me up!" over and over. Ollie, exhausted, was breathing heavily. That, however, didn't stop Jake.

"My turn!" he said mischievously, still as "Sam." He lifted Ollie's legs and, with little warning, thrust his cock into Ollie's virgin pucker. Ollie's eyes widened as he took "Sam's" full mast, all the way down to the ghost's hairy, musky balls. Jake leaned in for a kiss, pounding the fuck out of his tight, chubby friend.

"Hey. Jake!" said Ollie, his voice trembling and pausing thanks to the steady, hard pounding, "Morph. Back! Liked. You. More. As. Jake!"

Jake smiled as he swiftly shape-shifted back into his original, less muscular form. The fact that Ollie wanted him to look like himself instead of anybody else was so hot and flattering to the ghost. A few minutes later, he climaxed, filling Ollie up with ropes of ghostly semen. Jake slowly pulled his cock out of Ollie's ass. He reached down and licked off the excess cum coming out of the fleshy's warm pucker. Ollie shivered at the sensation of Jake eating him out. Then, without any warning, Ollie ripped out a fart. He was immediately embarrassed, but Jake laughed in camaraderie.

"Sounds like I let too much air in, huh?" he said. Jake winced and released a giant fart out of his ass.

Both guys laughed hysterically, Ollie exclaiming, "Holy shit, that was so loud!"

Jake suddenly dove right into Ollie's mouth, possessing him. "Let's get all the extra air out of you, big fella!" he said through Ollie.

Ollie felt gas accumulating, seemingly out of nowhere, inside his belly before uncontrollably ripping out a bombastic fart. Jake exited Ollie's body, laughing hysterically as he slipped out of the fleshy's throat.

"Gotta admit," said Ollie, laughing, "that fart felt really good!"

"At your service, baby!" said Jake, winking.

Before Jake once again left for the night, he made sure to at least kiss Ollie goodbye before vanishing away.

* * * * *

On the fourth night, Jake teleported into Ollie's bedroom as he has been doing for the past few days. He heard the shower running, so he expected Ollie to come out of the bathroom at any second. But, instead, Jake made his clothes vanish and laid on the bed, gently rubbing his swelling dick. He thought of all the cool tricks he could show Ollie that night.

After a while, Jake saw that Ollie was taking longer than usual. Curious, the ghost phased through the bathroom door and, to his surprise, found Ollie's body dead on the floor. The shower water was running, but it looked as though Ollie accidentally slipped and hit his head with the sink.

"It didn't hurt if you're wondering."

Jake turned around to face whoever spoke to him. It was Ollie, now as a ghost, glowing a shade of light blue. Instead of being traumatized by the scene, Ollie could only smile at the thought of spending as much time as he wanted with Jake and, hopefully, other hot ghosts.

"Oh, you can bet your sweet, juicy ass that we're gonna have a shit ton of fun!" said Jake, grinning.

To be continued…