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This story was written for Delfur as Day #31 of Kinktober 2021! Today's theme was Halloween! and the story contains M/Solo masturbation and M/M sex between consenting adults. :3

Pleasures from Beyond

Being dead wasn't all that bad, really. Not that Julian had ever met anyone else dead to compare himself to, but from his own point of view, the afterlife had been a heck of a lot better than the twenty-three years of life which had preceded it.

"Hello friends... happy to see me?"

The hyena grinned as he lay on his side upon the large four poster bed as a group of about a dozen people, mostly in their fifties or older but with a couple of younger, hotter folks amongst them, filed in behind a familiar looking badger with a lanyard around her neck and a small rectangular tablet in one hand. Julian wiggled his eyebrows playfully at the group, reached for his rigid, exposed cock, and began to stroke it indulgently. A deep rumbling growl escaped his lips, but Julian couldn't help but sigh in ever so slight disappointment as the group looked lazily around the room, glancing at the bed though by no means focusing on it or its contents in particular, before turning their eyes to the tour guide as she began to describe the former inhabitants of the room.

"This bedroom was left available for guests of the Duke and Duchess, most of the time..."

"Nope."

Julian chuckled softly as he pulled himself upright, still stroking himself, and scooted over to the edge of the bed without so much as even slightly ruffling the sheets. His translucent, ethereal body drifted slightly as he rose to his feet, and it took the slightest effort on the hyena's own part to will himself to mimic the effects of gravity on his body once more.

"...saved for some of their most high status guests, perhaps even the Queen, who visited in seventeen forty one while travelling to..."

"Actually she cancelled her visit at the last second to snub the Dutchess, getting her back for some comment she'd made at a dinner party eight years before."

Julian corrected despite knowing that no-one could hear him, just as no-one could see his ghostly body. He padded over to the group, positioned himself between the tour-guide and her guests, and began to jerk himself more urgently. He groped his balls with his other hand and grunted in pleasure, rising up on his tip-toes and humping his hips forward at the sea of blankly staring faces.

"H-hhahhh... and, to be clear, this wasn't some grand guest bedroom. It was where the Duke got together with his chief manservant every day. And in the East Wing, there's the room where the Dutchess conceived their kids with the gardener, or... the cook. Or... well, lets just say this family didn't have the problem of limited genetic diversity after this generation. Not that we understood genetics back then, but... o-ohh god... it's amazing what you can pick up when you've got hundreds of years to listen to people. To watch and... a-a-and... ohh god... fuck, cumming!"

The hyena's chatty commentary faltered as thick ribbons of translucent cum began to erupt from his cock, passing through the bodies in front of him as he sprayed their own crotches, their bellies and chests with his potent release, before vanishing entirely just as they were about to hit the polished oak floors. Only the cum on his fingertips remained without disappearing, and after milking himself through his pleasure until his legs gave out, knees sagging as Julian started floating on the spot instead, the hyena raised those fingers to his lips and lapped his ever so faintly salty, ghostly cum off their tips. He moaned happily, he stretched, feet still hovering a few inches over the floor, before glancing around at the still quiet, nearly motionless crowd and sighing once again.

"Jeez, dull group. What does a ghost have to do around here to get someone sneaking off to the bathroom to rub one out?"

He chuckled, and casually began to drift through the assembled crowd, prompting no reaction other than a slight shiver from one middle-aged deer, as though a cold breeze had washed over the back of her neck.

"I'm gonna go finger myself in the middle of the cafeteria, then hang out in the staff bathrooms and see if anyone wants to jerk off on their lunch break. Seeya for the two PM tour, Sandra!"

*******

At one fifty-five, Julian wandered back through the wall of the supposed 'guest suite' and flopped down in a loosely stuffed replica arm-chair that had been built to replace one broken several years prior by two now former staff members sneaking off to fuck while on shift. Closing his eyes, Julian remembered that day. He remembered how out of his mind with glee he'd been when he found the two guys fooling around in that room, and how greedily he'd indulged in watching them right up to the moment where the chair collapsed as one of them knelt astride it with the other guy balls deep inside him. Thankfully the guy hadn't been badly hurt, but the noise of the chair collapsing had been enough to get them caught in the act by another passing member of staff. Julian still wished to this day he'd been able to see them finish. To observe the looks on their faces as they came, and the way their cocks would throb and pulse as they shot cum across the chair or into their partner's ass.

During his lifetime, he had been denied such pleasures. Raised to a strict religious doctrine which apparently had been common at the time, according to the many, many guided tours he'd attended here over the last forty years or so. But while he had been raised in fear of hellish torment, while he had been good and pious and desperate to live up to the commands of the omnipotent deity apparently watching him for hell-worthy trespasses at all times, he had been fully aware that those around him, those he worked for and with in the stately home had no such qualms. In public of course they professed to the same beliefs as himself, but in private, or at least as soon as they believed that no-one of note was watching, they indulged in all sorts of grand and glorious obscenities and sins. Hell, Julian himself had gotten in trouble a year before his death for refusing the advances of a visiting baron. His proclamations of religious virtue had been enough for him to keep his job, but not enough to avoid him getting all the worst, most filthy and degrading jobs from that point onward.

Needless to say, it was probably that which had led to his death. Not some dramatic murder or tragic accident, but an illness that swept through his blood like scorching fire after he cut himself on a rusty nail while replacing the wooden frame of one of the servants' lavatories. And then, after nights and nights of untamed fever, pain, wracking muscles spasms and so, so much prayer... Julian had risen out of his body, suddenly without pain, and found himself in the situation he had existed in for the last two hundred and seventy years or so.

There had been no god or devil. No judgement. No reward for his lifetime of worship and service. Just endless, ageless days and nights within the boundaries of the stately home's boundary walls, where the naked spirit could float back and forth as he pleased, observing but remaining utterly unseen.

It was in those centuries since his death that Julian had become the man he was now. With his religious beliefs in tatters he had begun to slowly explore all the things he had been denied in life which were still available to him. Imagination. Laziness. Humour. Lust.

Lust was his favourite of all the former vices he once feared, and now Julian was certain that without it, he never would have been able to endure the past centuries. It had given him something to do. Something to strive for. To not only explore his own body as best he could, but to seek out and observe the lust of others not as a terrified and pious mortal, but as a voyeuristic, horny ghost who would press his face between writhing bodies or hover inches from a hand masturbating its owner's nether regions, whatever their form. To fill his mind with scenes of lust and pleasure to help pass his eternity, and to fuel his fantasies of one day finding a lover of his own. Someone who could see him, touch him, and do to him all the things he had dreamed of since his death, but had never experienced the opportunity to fulfil.

Stroking his cock rapidly as he let all those thoughts drift through his mind, Julian knelt on the armchair in the same pose as that ex-employee had, tail raised, ass up, eyes closed as he tried to imagine how incredible it would feel to have a cock as hot and thick and throbbing as his own press inside his back passage and strike at that sweet spot which his fingers could seek out if they probed just right. Before he could cum though, to his delight, he heard voices from down the corridor and the squeak of footsteps on the wooden floor.

"Y-yeah... watch me. See me! Catch me in the act!"

He moaned breathlessly as the door creaked open and he heard Sandra begin her familiar spiel before she even got the group all the way inside.

"This bedroom was left available for guests of the Duke and Duchess, most of the time it would be left vacant and probably with some of its furnishings covered over, but we've restored it and left it as it would have been just before receiving an important visitor. Another noble, a high ranking member of the clergy or..."

"O-oh my god!"

A sudden surprised, bashful gasp broke the tour guide's flow, and even Julian paused in his masturbation to look back over his shoulder and see why the routine he was so accustomed to was being disrupted. He looked across the group until he found the obvious source of that cry, and his eyes widened. It was a fox. A male fox probably just a handful of years older than himself, at least the age he had been when he died, who was staring right at the chair on which he was seated.

"Is... everything okay, Sir? Um... Del, was it?"

The fox blinked. He looked around at the rest of the group, then right back at the chair. No. Not at the chair. At Julian. The hyena whimpered in disbelief. It couldn't be. Not after more than two hundred and fifty years. He wouldn't let himself hope. Not again.

"I... t-there's... on the... y-you... uh... you don't see..."

Del pointed at the chair. He saw other people looking in that direction, trying to follow his finger. But when they looked, their eyes didn't register surprise or confusion or any of the desire boiling inside the fox's loins in that moment. They were acting as though they didn't see the hyena kneeling on the chair, showing off his bare ass and jerking a thick, seven inch cock between his legs. He looked back up at the tour guide, a pleading expression on his face. She frowned.

"Sir, I'm sorry, but if this is supposed to be some sort of haunted house joke, this isn't that kind of place. We deal in historical fact here, not making up paranormal stories just so we can get a fifteen minute spot on some Ghost Hunter show."

Del's eyes grew wider still. He opened his muzzle to say something, to try and prove it as he watched the hyena turn around in the chair, hand still upon his cock but an expression of shock on his own face as he stared right at him. The fox closed his mouth again, and shrugged at the tour guide.

"Uh... right. Sorry. Guess I misjudged the tone of the tour. I'm... I think I'll let you guys get back to it without me distracting you. I'll just walk around the gardens and stuff, and check out the gift shop."

Even as he spoke, he could see out of the corner of his eye the naked, horny hyena walking towards him. Except, no. He wasn't walking. His feet were moving, but he was hovering a half inch or so above the ground. Del swallowed thickly, backed out of the room with all eyes still upon him, and as soon as he was out of sight of the rest of the group, waited.

It took just a few seconds before the fox had to muffle a yelp of shock as the hyena phased through the wall beside him, his brown, speckled fur rippling with an ethereal blue for a moment before solidifying into its normal colours before his eyes once more. The hyena stared at Del. Del stared back at the hyena. They each tilted their head to one side, mirroring the movement of the other man's own. Finally, Del whispered softly.

"Hi."

A strangled yelp of surprise escaped the other man, and before Del could say anything at all the ghost darted back the way he'd come and vanished through the wall. The fox's heart raced, but before he could even think about what to do with what he'd just seen, the hyena's head re-appeared through the solid wood-panelled wall once more.

"S-say that again. Say something to me."

His voice spoke, soft and wracked with nerves. Del swallowed and nodded.

"Hi, again. This is... this is me saying something to you. The hyena sticking out of the wall. The one I saw... o-on the chair, uh... mast-"

The badger's head appeared around the frame of the guest room door just a few metres away, and she scowled at Del. Face glowing scarlet, the fox muttered and apology, glancing at the hyena and murmuring under his breath.

"Is there somewhere more... private, where we can talk?"

The next thing Del knew, he was being led through the stately home's interior by a naked ghost. More than once the hyena tried to pick a room for them, only to frown as he realised that the mortal who could seemingly see him was unable to move through the door or wall, and lacked a key to unlock it. Eventually though they found one room, another bedroom suite that had been taken out of the tour rotation after a college student spilled coffee all over an Elizabethan era rug, but which wasn't actively locked. Its furniture was mostly covered by dust sheets, and the despoiled rug had long since been removed to be expertly cleaned.

Julian floated nervously back and forth as Del stepped through the door rather than using the closer section of wall that he had used, and closed it behind himself. The fox turned towards the hyena. The hyena looked at the fox.

"You're... a ghost."

It wasn't a question. Julian was glad of that, he didn't really feel like having to explain the entirety of the afterlife to the first person he'd met in two hundred and seventy years that could see him. He just nodded.

"Okay, so ghosts are real. Filing that piece of information under 'deal with the philosophical ramifications of that later' and moving on."

Del murmured, and couldn't help but smile when Julian laughed. As soon as Del noticed him doing so though, the hyena blushed and put a hand over his mouth.

"Sorry, I... well, I'm not sure why I'm apologising. I just, I haven't had anyone hear me laugh in a very... very long time."

The fox's tail wagged slightly behind himself as he shrugged.

"Don't be embarrassed. It's a cute laugh."

Julian's cheeks burned hot, and he whimpered as his cock twitched in excitement at the idea of another person telling him that any part of himself was cute. Instinctively he reached out to touch himself, but then froze as he realised that his actions were no longer unobserved and thus consequence free. He had to think about what he was doing. What would feel appropriate and what the other person would like. He-

"Nice cock, by the way."

Del's own face was crimson as he spoke those words, but he grinned through his blush as Julian's eyes widened anew and the hyena nibbled on his bottom lip before reaching out and wrapping a hand around his erection.

"T-thanks. You... you really think so?"

Still grinning, Del nodded vigorously.

"Yeah. I hope you don't mind me saying. It's just... you kinda looked like you were trying to show off to everyone back there, so, I figured I'd show my appreciation before I lose my nerve. Nice ass too, by the way."

Julian squeezed his cock and moaned breathlessly.

"You like my ass. And my cock. I... o-oh... you have no idea how long I've waited for someone to say that, I..."

The ghost's hand on his cock froze, and his eyes widened as a realisation crossed his mind.

"Waiting so long. I... Del. Sandra said your name was Del, right?"

The fox nodded and tilted his head curiously, and Julian trembled as he looked the fox up and down, noticing that the front of Del's own trousers, a blue denim material, were starting to tent slightly.

"Del, I... I was showing off. Because for as long as I've been... like this, I've wanted to be with someone. Honestly just to talk with another person is amazing, and there's a million other things I'd love to do with you while you're here if you say no to this and don't hate me for asking, but could we... I mean, you and me, c-could..."

Julian frowned as his voice trailed off. He didn't get tongue-tied. He didn't get embarrassed. He'd masturbated in front of no fewer than four separate monarchs as they visited the home over the last century, and thousands upon thousands of regular residents and visitors over the years. Why was this one man so much harder to talk to? Why, despite how much he wanted it, did the stakes being so much higher make it so much harder to simply get his point across?

Thankfully for Julian though, for the first time in two and a half centuries he didn't have to rely solely on himself. Thus even as he continued to struggle, he heard a strange sound. The sound of a zipper. He looked up, and yelped happily at what he saw. Del, blushing, grinning and wagging his tail more than ever, in the midst of pulling down his pants and revealing his straining, stretched out boxer-briefs to Julian's gaze.

"So, do you wanna fuck me?"

Del chuckled warmly to the amazing, impossible ghost with the handsome body and gorgeous cock.

"Or, was that cute ass of yours on show because you want to get fucked yourself?"

Less than a minute later, the two men were sprawled together upon the dust-sheet covered bed within that antique bedchamber. There had been a horrifying moment where Julian had realised that while Del could see him there was no guarantee he would be able to touch him, but whatever rules seemed to apply to the rest of the world were apparently exempt for the fox. According to Del, he wasn't even shimmering and a pale, translucent blue, even though that was how the hyena saw himself. He was fluffy furred and pink-cocked just like he had been in life, and now that fluffy fur was being touched, that pink cock rubbed by the vulpine male's own erection as Del and Julian made out, the hyena whimpering, moaning, and pleading with himself not to forget a single instant of this as happy tears rolled down the sides of his face.

The two men embraced, kissed and rolled around upon the bed for several minutes, bodies wrestling together shamelessly but playfully, before their actions grew more intense. A strangled cry escaped Julian as he felt Del wrap a trembling hand around both their cocks at once, and the hyena lasted barely ten seconds of their cocks being stroked in tandem before the sensation of another's fingers actively jerking him off proved more than he could handle atop the already overwhelming sensation of hot, rigid erection against his very own shaft. Julian spasmed, he shuddered and yelped mindlessly, and he clung so, so tight to Del as he surrendered a fragment of his virginity to the fox, the first person other than himself and the first living person ever, even counting himself, to make him cum.

"Ohhmygod... ohh... t-that... that was... nnhh... h-hhahhh, Del? What are you... o-oh... oh my god, you can... you're... a-aahhh! Del!"

Julian's cock was still twitching, still dribbling the last few drops of his seed when Del pulled away from him, not to abandon him though. The fox nuzzled and licked his way down Julian's chest, until to the hyena's shock his tongue met with some of the lingering blobs of cum resting on his belly, and slurped them off as real, tangible droplets of cum. He licked lower, and lower still, until Julian howled in rapture, toes curling and hips bucking, as the fox quietly and simply grinned up at him, then wrapped his mouth around the hyena's cock.

How Del knew that Julian didn't need to wait between orgasms, that he could, and had go countless sessions in a row without needing a break, the hyena didn't know. Perhaps it was a guess. Perhaps Del had just planned on giving his cock a quick clean, and only transitioned into sucking him off fully when he realised how Julian was reacting to the stimulation. One way or another Julian soon lost a second segment of his virginity, hands wrapped around the back of Del's head, hips pumping off the sheets beneath them, howling the fox's name in gratitude and even greater rapture as his balls ached with an intensity he had never before felt in his afterlife an instant before offering forth a load more thick, richly sweet and copiously abundant than any he had ever shot for his own indulgence alone.

"Mnnnhhghhahhhhhhh!"

Del's first orgasm of their shared session came in tandem with Julian's third, their bodies aligned end to end, hands wrapped around one another's asses and muzzles bobbing feverishly upon twitching, thrusting cocks. Julian had seen sixty-nines before thanks to a couple of occasions where he had caught employees watching videos on their phones in the employee bathrooms, and more frequently thanks to one particularly unfocused security guard who manned the CCTV room at night. To experience one for himself though, and to feel hot cum not spraying through him and out of the back of his head but streaking the back of his throat and being gulped down, hot and thick and slightly salty, was more than enough to send the hyena into the rapturous throes of that third potent peak.

Unlike the supernaturally imbued form of Julian himself of course, it did take time for Del to recover after he climaxed. Neither of them seemed to mind though, and even as his cock temporarily softened Del was already licking his fingers before introducing them into Julian's ass, first two, then three digits as he pushed the other man not just to another orgasm, but two, three, four more with relentless prostate massage and the continuous skilled touch of his fingers on Julian's tireless cock.

Finally though, with his own cock renewed and his heart racing, Del eased himself into Julian's spit-lubed and finger-stretched asshole. He lay down over the ghost, licked a few more joyous tears off the fur of Julian's cheeks, and slowly, gently began to make sure that the hyena's true first time, his first experience of love-making, was one worth waiting two hundred and fifty years for.

For almost an hour they lay entwined. At times Del knelt upright, rocking in and out of Julian's rump as he pumped the hyena's cock and watched load after load of cum spurt across his whimpering, overwhelmed lover's belly. At other moments they laid as they had begun the act, face to face, arms wrapped around each other, making out and moaning breathily into one another's muzzles as they barely rocked back and forth in pursuit of their pleasure, normally at moments when Del needed to ease off to keep from cumming too soon. The times that pushed Del to those limits however, which made him approach orgasm at least half a dozen times before he finally surrendered to their shared ecstasy, were those that Julian seemed to crave most of all. The moments when the hyena rolled onto all fours, when Del mounted him doggystyle, and began to rut Julian with ball-slapping force as he reached round beneath the hyena and jerked the ghost through a near constant string of mind-bending, all consuming orgasms.

There was a part of Del that was a little nervous about what might happen when he came inside Julian. A part of him that was worried this ghost's unfinished business might end when he filled him up with cum, and that he'd watch as Julian faded out of this reality and off to some realm beyond right before his eyes. He couldn't let that stop him though, especially not with Julian's screams ringing out shamelessly round the entire room, albeit only for him to hear.

"Cum in me! Please! Fuck my ass! Fill it! Make me feel it! Yes! Yes!"

The hyena begged, and Del gave him exactly what he had been craving for two hundred and seventy years. He stopped holding back. He slammed his cock harder, faster into Julian's welcoming asshole until the impact of his balls against the backside of the hyena's own was almost painful in its intoxicating intensity, and as Julian howled and climaxed beneath him one more time, Del slammed his cock into the very deepest reaches of Julian's rump once more and held himself there, grunting and biting down on the back of his lover's neck as he began to unload every drop his balls had to give deep, deep inside the ghost's rump.

*******

Half an hour later, the fox walked casually down a corridor of the stately home with Julian padding along beside him. He wanted to reach out and hold the hyena's hand, but it would have looked too strange for him to just be reaching out into thin air if and inevitably when someone else strolled past. He wasn't ready to go yet, even though he'd already promised Julian that he would return tomorrow to spend some more time with him both in private, and just walking and talking on the estate's expansive grounds within the walls where Julian's existence seemed bound. Thus, they had decided to just take a walk together. To hang out and enjoy one another's company, but especially for the hyena to relish a little more time spent with someone he could touch and talk to.

Their quiet chatting, in that moment about various things in the world beyond the estate that Julian had never seen or had the opportunity to learn about, was interrupted as another visitor to the stately home strolled around the corner several metres ahead of where Del was standing. He began to smile a warm, instinctive smile of greeting, but his eyes widened when the gecko froze and looked to Del's left with concern.

"Dude, what the fuck?"

The gecko raised a hand over his face, wincing in frustration.

"I dunno what prank you're trying to pull, but... Christ, I don't wanna see that. Put some damn clothes on."

Del blinked, and stared at Julian's whose eyes were yet again bulging almost out of their sockets in shock.

"Wait, you can... see him?"

The fox gasped to the gecko, only for the other man to flush beneath his smooth scales and nod in frustration.

"The naked hyena with the fucking hard-on in public and all the cum matted in his fur? Yeah, I can see him! What do you think this is, some emperor's new clothes bullshit?"

With that, the gecko turned and stormed off. Del stared at Julian for a moment. The hyena stared back at him. Then, with the same ease that he had first acknowledged and set aside the earth-shattering implications of the existence of ghosts on his own sanity, Del just chuckled.

"Hey... do you, uh... wanna head back to the room we were in and wait? I'll go to the gift shop, buy a t-shirt and some pants or shorts or whatever they've got, and then... uh... if it turns out you really are visible all of a sudden, if it's not just super luck y that you happened to meet two of the few people in all the world capable of seeing you..."

The fox was clearly thinking on his feet, but he smiled even as he spoke, with absolutely no regrets about what he was about to suggest.

"...maybe you wanna try leaving the grounds? And, if you can? Before you decide whatever else you wanna do... maybe you wanna come back to my place, and spend the night?"

By Jeeves

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