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It has been a long day. All of Gary’s days have been long since the incident. He couldn’t just hang around like before and be content. He had to be better, had to become stronger. For his sake.
He knew he was kind of infamous around the other henchmen now, but he didn’t care about that. It wasn’t like he was friends with any of them. He still had 24’s ghost to keep him company anyway, so he didn’t need anyone else.
He had just taken a shower after he had worked out all day, had refined his plan to infiltrate the Venture compound, had designed some new hench gear, the usual stuff. It was very late and he was pretty exhausted, but he was on edge, couldn’t close his eyes, even though he was as comfortable as he could be. It took him a minute to realise what was going on. Being in this weird state always left him kind of oblivious to other things than the mere basic necessities his body needed to get by.
Ah, shit he was pent up. Lying in the darkness, still wearing his mask as per protocol, he tried to remember when he last jerked off. He couldn’t. He sighed exasperated about his own shortcomings, before he turned on the light and pulled a magazine from under his mattress. It was from the nineties, but it should do the trick. Gary sat up, thumbing through it until he found a picture of a rather busty lady, dark short hair, wearing nothing but a little bowtie for some reason. There was no point thinking about the logic behind soft core porn. She look similar enough to a certain someone he would actually like to have a go at, if she wasn’t his boss’s wife and also way out of his league. The picture had the desired effect and he felt himself harden under his thin bedsheets. He propped the magazine on his raised thigh, slipping his right hand downward, under the sheets, under his boxers, staring at the exposed boobs, the curve of her hips, the way she looked at him so lascivious-
“Hey, she’s pretty. Good job.”
He heard a familiar voice say right next to him. Way too close to him. Gary snapped his head around, seeing 24 sitting on the small table next to his bed, grinning at him.
“Really, dude? I’m trying to jerk off over here.”
24’s ghost nodded, crossing his arms.
“So what? Wouldn’t be the first time I watch you.”
Gary squinted his eyes at him, his hand still loosely holding his dick. He wasn’t wrong. They had even gone far beyond just watching, but still, it was weird.
“But you’re dead…”
He mumbled, looking away.
“What does it do for you anymore?”
He heard 24 shuffling before he answered.
“Don’t worry, I have my fun. You just go ahead and get off already!”
It was strangely flattering, that his friend was so eager to see this, but he was still a bit weirded out. He had never masturbated with a ghost present before, at least not to his knowledge. He did need it however, pretty badly, so he tried to get over himself somehow.
Sternly fixating on the enticing picture in front of him, he tried to let his mind wander, just like his palm was wandering over his dick. Man, these hips were surely a thing of beauty; they would probably feel really freaking good, when he would grip onto them while-
“Get that blanket out of the way, I can’t see.”
Gary grumbled, shaking his head.
“That’s not gonna happen, man.”
“Don’t be such a prude! It’s boring being dead; I want to see some action!”
He stared at him in disbelief. Why would he have to be the one providing entertainment for him? How was that fair? The main reason he didn’t want to do it was for the mere fact that 24 wouldn’t be able to join in any way, just watch. It was kind of sad really, but in the end, this was probably the closest they could get from now on.
“Fine!”
He finally gave up, no point in arguing with a dead person. He pulled the blanket to the side, pushed his boxers down as well, his dick now out in the open, all there for 24 to see. He had to close his eyes however, now just jerking it from memory. Oh yeah, these hips, the cute little dip of the waist, followed by her boobs, perky and thick. He imagined them feeling all heavy, cupping both of them in each of his hands, making the girl gasp while he brushed over-
“You’re cute like this.”
24 interrupted his thoughts once again and Gary just threw his head back in annoyance.
“Don’t call me cute while I’m doing stuff like this, god!”
“Hey, just saying it how it is. Now keep it up, don’t be such a pussy.”
He glared over to him, just shortly and then simply concentrated on the physical sensations, instead of thinking about some girl from a magazine. He was so on edge, this should be enough after all. He moved faster, pumping himself with a strong grip, which has gotten a lot stronger since he had built up that muscle, so it actually felt even better than before. He turned his palm, pressing a bit harder on the underside of his dick, feeling himself leaking just a bit of precum. He caught it with his thumb, smearing it over the tip, slicking up his movements. It already started to tingle all around inside of him, heat building up right in his groin, his muscles tensing up. He had to huff out, feeling his cheeks warming up as well and when he opened his eyes, he could see 24, still sitting there, legs crossed, his hands leaning on the table, nonchalantly watching him with a little smile, finally shutting up. He kept on looking while he rubbed himself faster, licking sweat of his lips, spreading his legs more while his free hand wandered downwards as well. 24 was his friend after all, so he could put some extra effort into this, right?
“Ooh man, now comes the good stuff.”
He rumbled and Gary laughed out nervously, while his fingers found his butt hole and he had to lie down more to reach it better. He was moaning ever so quietly while he still was jerking off, his fingers pushing against the ring of muscles, just teasing the nerves back there a bit. He didn’t plan on inserting anything, he was lacking the lube after all. Both his hands fell into an alternating rhythm, his hand jerking up while his fingers pushed against him, massaging himself at this sensitive area.
His toes curled, catching some of his bedsheets and he was still watching his dead ghost friend, who was whipping with his leg he had swung over the other, seemingly very entertained.
“I’ve… I’ve never seen you so happy when you were alive…”
He panted before he started to rub himself faster.
“I’m just glad you give yourself some love for a change.”
He said, almost a bit emotional, Gary only laughing again as an answer. That was such bullshit. As if he deserved any kind of love in any way shape or form. He only did it, because being horny all the time would interfere with his performance; that was it. Not because it felt good, not because he liked that 24 was watching him, not because he felt accomplished that it made him happy…
Instead of coming up with a snarky remark he focussed on finally getting off; He had stalled all this for way too long already. His half lidded eyes behind the dark red lenses were fixated on his friend, while he felt the pleasure inside rising and rising and with a bit more gentle massaging at his hole and fast jerking motions on his penis, he finally tensed up, his body stretching out long while he moaned out, his dick shooting its load all over his big stomach, the orgasm rippling through him in wonderful waves of satisfaction. He had to close his eyes it was so good, but he knew 24 could see him, was watching every little detail, which didn’t stop him from writhing in pleasure; Or maybe his gaze caused it, who knew.
He finally relaxed, his eyes opening, seeing that his friend was gone. Only his skull was still there, placed onto the table just like he had left it, facing him. Sorrow was rising through the afterglow, but the stickiness on his hand quickly distracted him.
Just a little clean up and then back to sleep. He needed his rest for tomorrow; there was a lot to do still.