Eric was about three drinks in when Mike started telling a story by the campfire. They were out in the forest, night air filled with wood smoke and autumn chill, and their friends gathered around the licking flames with their beers.
"You guys know about the ghost out here, right?"
Ben snorted. "Ghost? The fuck are you talking about?"
Mike grinned and took a pull on his drink. "The ghost, man! Didn't anybody tell you about the ghost in these woods?"
"I've been camping out here since I was ten," said Jordan, "and I've never heard any ghost stories about these woods."
"Well, maybe you just weren't listening," said Mike. "When we'd go on Boy Scout trips, some of older boys would talk about her - the ghost maiden."
Eric chuckled and finished his beer. He actually had heard this one before, back in their Boy Scout days. It made him think of his last girlfriend and their recent break-up. He opened another beer and listened while Mike told the other guys his ghost story.
"They say she was the most beautiful girl you'd ever see - big tits, long blonde hair, and an ass like a Georgia peach. If she gave you a kiss at the county fair, you'd have a hard-on for three weeks. She wouldn't let anyone pop her cherry, but if you found her after school by the bleachers, she'd suck you off for a song and a ride home."
The guys all grinned, enjoying Mike's flamboyant gestures as he went. He was a smooth talker, a player, and he had a way of livening things up without even trying. At 6'4" and fairly muscular, Mike could dominate a room and make everything feel outsized to real life; the kind of guy you'd want to go to Vegas with.
"Every summer, she'd come up here to the woods with a tent and camp out. She wouldn't wear clothes in the summer, so if you saw her by the lake, she'd be naked as the day she was born."
"Good way to get eaten by mosquitoes," said Jordan.
Mike shot him a look, but continued. "At night, she'd go out and look for other campers. When she found a tent with a man inside, she would sneak in and suck the man off until he came right in her mouth. Legend says that she was looking for a man who could resist her oral powers, and that would be the only man she would let past her other lips."
"I could do it," said Ben, on his sixth beer. "I never cum when my wife's blowing me."
"Funny, she always makes me cum," said Jordan.
Ben slapped at him, but he nearly overbalanced his chair and had to sit back. "Very funny."
"One day," said Mike, "she came across a tent, and inside was the most handsome man she'd ever seen. Naturally, she had to blow him, hoping he might be the one, but when she put her mouth over his cock, the man woke up and grabbed her by the hair,"
"She was stunned, and soon she had her head pressed against the floor of the tent and a hand spreading her legs. She tried to resist, but the handsome man opened her legs and drove his cock inside her. With three short thrusts, he came and left her sobbing inside his tent."
"Shit," said Jordan. "Not where I saw that going."
"Taking a knife from his bag, she slit her wrists and bled out on the floor of his tent, but not before the man could return and receive her dying curse. 'For your impatience and your cruelty, I curse you to never know the touch of another again.' Then she perished and the man fled, leaving her body unburied. Now, she roams the forest in search of the man who will redeem her virtue, giving ghostly blowjobs in the night. But beware! If you turn her away, the curse may take you as well."
Eric clapped and Mike gave a jaunty bow.
"I think I'm turning in," said Ben. "Maybe I'll see if ghosts give better head than the old lady."
Jordan went back to his own tent soon after, leaving a pile of empty bottles behind.
"Been a while since I've heard that one," said Eric. "I think you might have gotten Ben hard just thinking about it."
Mike laughed and sat back in his chair. "Well, it's a story for horny teenage boys, so that makes sense."
"What made you think of it?"
Mike shrugged. "Just being out here, I guess. Reminded of more innocent times."
Eric nodded. "Back before it was all bills and engagement rings. Not that you're settling down any time soon."
"Did she at least give it back when she dumped you?"
"Well, she threw it, but yeah, I got it back. Jewelry store wasn't happy about the return, but hey, fuck 'em."
Mike raised a glass to that. "Well, don't let it get you down. Plenty of fish in the sea."
"Easy for you to say," said Eric. "You're probably happy to get away from all the pussy chasing you. I think my balls are going to stay permanently blue if I don't get back out there soon."
"Who knows? Maybe the ghost will give you a hand...or a mouth."
Eric shook his head and chuckled. "I wish. I'm heading in. Night."
Mike nodded, and Eric went back to his tent. Much as he wouldn't like to admit it, Mike's story seemed to have gotten to him too. Eric's 6" cock was hard against his stomach and he rubbed it unconsciously as he lay on his sleeping bag. He wouldn't cum like this, not without really going at it, and he didn't want to risk the others hearing him jack off. It was really frustrating, but there wasn't much he could do. Soon, he fell asleep.
Eric woke to the sound of his tent zipper, but his contacts weren't in, so all he could see was a blur of motion enter his tent.
"Wha-"
A hand reached his cock and he felt wet lips sink over his semi-erect member. He was all the way hard in moments, but he was still bleary and delirious. Worse, his brain was feeding him junk information. It's a ghost, said his half asleep brain, even though that was insane.
Ghost or not, Eric was getting a hell of a blowjob. He wanted to reach out and hold onto his pleasurer's head, but he remembered the story and kept his hands at his sides. He wasn't awake enough to form real logic, and chances were that he was dreaming. A blonde Amazon's ghost blowing him in the night? No way.
But they weren't blonde. That much he could see. And they weren't nude either. In fact, they looked like...
"Mike?"
Immediately, Mike pulled away from him. Eric grabbed for his spare glasses inside his bag and put them on to see a look of sheer terror and guilt on his friend's face. There was a wet ring of saliva around his mouth that shimmered in the dim moonlight.
He didn't know what to say - it was a lot to take in - and Mike was completely frozen. He was still hard and Mike's messy face hadn't turned him off. They stared at each other for a long while before Eric looked down at his air-drying cock, then back up at Mike.
