With Hallowe’en creeping ever closer, here’s the final spooky snog of the month as part of the weekly Sunday Snog at Blissekiss. This time, it’s an extract from The Spirit of Stage 13, part of the Totally Bound Haunted By You collection. Struggling screenwriter Evin has had a strange experience on a soundstage which is supposedly haunted by the ghost of Jack, a young actor who died in tragic circumstances. Later, Evin finds himself dreaming about Jack…
He didn’t speak, just crooked his finger and beckoned Evin close. With one stride, Evin was in Jack’s arms. Their lips met in a crushing kiss. Evin felt the other man’s tongue snake into his mouth, battling with his own. The kiss left him panting, short of breath, his dick standing up hard, seeking to find its way out of his underwear. For the first time, he glanced down and realised he was dressed in his usual night attire, a grey marl T-shirt and white briefs. Not the kind of thing he’d usually wear to impress such a gorgeous stud—or to stand on the sidewalk in front of his apartment building—but in dreams nothing ever made sense. And anyway, Jack seemed to like what he saw well enough.
His hand made a grab for Evin’s bulge, stroking it through the thin cotton underwear. Already feeling constricted in the tight-fitting briefs, Evin sighed as his cock stiffened further, reacting to the light, teasing touch.
In response, he roamed down the length of Jack’s bare, warm back with his hands to cup the cheeks of his ass. Their mouths were mashed together. Evin was lost in the passion of their kiss. He clung to Jack like he never wanted to let him go, while those clever fingers worked their way into the Y of his briefs, closing around his shaft.
Evin broke the kiss, needing to release the moan that was trapped in his throat. In any normal dream, the perspective would have changed again by now, events not driven by any internal logic. He’d have found himself lying on his bed with Jack, both of them naked, having bypassed the time-consuming process of climbing the stairs and stripping each other down to nothing. Or maybe they’d have been in the shower, water pouring down on them as they kissed and explored each other’s body. But something in his subconscious seemed to relish the scene he’d created, Jack spinning him round to push him up against the side of Gilson’s newly washed Chevy before tugging Evin’s underwear down and off.
Dampness soaked through his T-shirt as his back met the wet glass of the passenger window. He wanted to be free of it, but Jack seemed to like him the way he was, half dressed and horny. With lips curled in a smile that bore a delicious hint of something dark and dangerous, he renewed his steady tugging at Evin’s rod.
You can find out what happens when Evin’s lust for Jack becomes more than just a dream in The Spirit of Stage 13, and as always there are a whole range of Sunday Snogs waiting for you over at Blissekiss.