Chapter 5

Sir Nicholas drifted sadly about the castle windows. He had sat at the lake for as long as he could handle, which wasn't very long, and so he had taken to moping about the outside of the castle.

"He'll never like me. It'll never work," he grumbled. "What was I thinking? I'm a ghost, a 600 year old ghost at that, and he's a living, breathing, piece of glorious boyflesh. That I will never ever have. He was probably just saying it felt good when I ran through him to be nice to me."

Nicholas meandered past more windows, his face fixed in a sad scowl, when he noticed movement in one of them. He peered in.

A dormitory, with several four poster beds hung with yellow and black drapes, graced Nicholas's eyes. One of the beds had the drapes pulled all the way around it, however.

Almost all the way.

Through a small sliver between the bed post and the drapes, someone was shifting, and...groaning? Nicholas noticed a mop of brown hair. His heart began to pound, regardless of the lack of blood in his body. The someone in the bed had their hand in their pants, and was raising it up and down, swiftly.

'It's him,' Nicholas thought. Well if he couldn't be with him, at least he could give himself the pleasure of watching this.

Justin moaned softly, and put his left hand up to his mouth to stifle it. His right hand kept working down below, and even in the darkness, his cheeks were visibly flushed.

Nicholas suddenly felt heat down below, in himself. It was happening again. But how? He wasn't supposed to feel anything at all! It didn't make sense. Neither did his hands reaching towards his belt buckle, slowly unbuckling it, and dropping it below him, where it fell silently to the earth. And neither did his hand, slowly sliding into his 500 year old ghostly pants, and onto his cock. It didn't feel solid, exactly, but it felt more real than it ever had since he'd died. His hand still went through it slightly, but not entirely, and he...he felt something. Something in his cock, and around it. A heat, and then tiny, sporadic shivers. He began to slide his hands up and down, shivering at the heat expelling through his ghostly form.

He looked back at Justin, whose face was covered in sweat. Nicholas wanted to lick it off. But he settled for watching Justin's face tighten, and loosen, and tighten again, as their hands, separately but simultaneously, glided over their penises.

"Ohhh...Sir Nicholas," Justin suddenly cried out, softly.

Nicholas's hand stopped suddenly. The boy couldn't have seen him, could he? No, he was still going on himself. Then...he must...

Nicholas knew this was crazy. But he couldn't stop himself, it was taking over him...

He glided through the castle wall and through Justin's drapes.

Justin's eyes were closed, and he did not notice the glowing, ghostly figure floating above him. He kept stroking himself, moaning quietly.

"Oh Nicholas, yes."

Nicholas could not help himself. He pulled his own hand from his pants and brought it and his other one down to Justin's unbuttoned pants, and hoped for the best.