Oh Oogie...
Jack sighed as he watched the dark scenery from his window. Oogie wasn't visiting today, the doll was too busy scaring children.
My Oogie all I want is you. I wish you were here to love me. Jack thinks sadly. Why can't we spend time like regular couples? Everyday I see more town folk having fun with their scary lovers and that's all I want to do with you.
Jack moved off from the window and walked steadily to the living room. His thoughts were fully on his love. He wanted nothing more than to drag Oogie away from his job and throw him into his room and never let him out. He wanted to make sweet love to fellow and have Oogie cry his name...but he knew those were only fantasies. They would never be able to do such things, well, Jack wouldn't be able to do such things. He was only a skeleton after all. But he wanted to make Oogie feel good. That all he ever wanted to do nowadays.
Jack gave a meek smile, If only I could feel, like really feel... with human skin...and have orgasms.
Oogie would surely be more pleased with Jack if the skeleton did not have to fake those noises during sex. Not that Jack meant to. It had happened from imagination, whatever Oogie did-there was a reaction-of course Jack could feel movement, like if something tapped his bones, or if they broke the skeleton would surely feel pain but not as much as one would think. He was dead. Nothing could bring more pain than death...especially 'living dead'. So for more pleasure, Oogie had found it in Jack's pain. He would break, lick, and crack bones. As for what Jack did to Oogie, he could only use his hands and tongues. The skeleton had to ale due with what he had and he thanks that when he had been brought back undead that he still had a tongue, if not he wasn't sure what hat he could do.
Why am so useless? He wandered to himself.
Oogie loved playing with his ribs. It was one of the weird fetishes his love had. For some reason it turned the rag doll on. Jack remembers something about his love saying it reminded him of dinner? Or something about food.
Is that what I am to him? Food? Am I something he could eat and not finish? So he leaves me as leftovers till he can return and eat me again? Jack licked his bone lip. As sexy as it sounds, it really was a bad thing. Was Oogie only using him? For sex? He was sure that he and the doll have had this conversation before but the doll wasn't proving to him that he wasn't just a sex toy.
Out of curiosity, Jacks hand slid between his night gown, rubbing his legs moving higher and higher. Can I...?
He knew that there was no way for him to actual 'touch himself' or get 'turned on' by his bonehead hands. But why not at least try it? Like he does with Oogie, he could imagine it; the sensation; the touches.
He slowly slipped from his night gown. One hand playing with ribs, while the other playing with the bone where his cock would be. He slowly stroked himself and moaned, making himself hitch a breath every second or so to add to his fantasy. He began to think of Oogie, how Oogie would touch him, bite him or even kick him. His strokes gotten faster. He moved his hand from his ribs to his ass bone. He rubbed his ass, feeling it, and fake fingering it as he could.
"Oh Oogie! Oh Oogie!" He cried out stroking harder. He wished that he could come, he wished so very much that he would come. It would add to the excitement.
Saliva began to run from his mouth, Jack had not known that he could even salivate. His wrist bone began to hurt and his his hands were tired. Slowly, he stopped. His breathing was still heavy and he wasn't sure if her were doing that on his own or if it was his body.
"Why did you stop?"
Jack whipped around. It was Oogie sitting in one of the kitchens chairs he had brought to the living room. The doll was greatly turned on. Jack could tell by the massive bulge of insects in the rag dolls lower area. He blushed and turns away from his love.
Suddenly Jack stood and ran to his room leaving his confused lover behind.
That's the last show you will ever see Oogie! Jack thinks as he runs away embarrassed by his actions. He could Oogie calling for him but he was not listening, he quickly shut the door and locked it. I will never ever do something like that again!
"Jack?" Oogie knocked on the door frowning. "You left your night gown."
As fast as lightning, Jack opened the door, snatched his nightgown, and closed it back. "Thank You!" He said after slammed the door.
Oogie smiled creepily, "I'll be back my dear. I only came to check on how you were doing and I came to see that you were more than lonely without me." He chuckled as he could hear his skeleton squeal on the other side of the door.
"Shut your mouth!" Jack yells blushing madly.
"You were quite sexy."
"Shut up!"
Jack could not control his blush, Oogie sometimes you really need to learn how to knock!