Trent, Harry and Claire looked at the forbidding structure. It used to be a prison decades ago. Prisoners of war were kept there in the last world war by the Nazi's.
Now it stood there empty in an otherwise beautiful area. In fact the building itself was beautifully constructed of stone and iron.
Their trip to Belguim was to be highlighted by this experience.
The rumore was the prison was haunted. Neighbors said they could hear men scream in the middle of the night there. Sometimes many voices talking. And even on those days when the storm skies were lit by streaks of lighting, it was said you could see silhouettes of prisoners in the windows holding onto the bars as they did years ago.
Trent was the one who accepted the challange and Claire, always ready to find another haunted house, agreed. Harry went along, he was the expert at setting up recording devices, cameras and special equipment they had which supposedly detected energy sources.
The three had been in many countries investigating haunted houses, castles, battle fields and graveyards. They not only did it as a hobby but they compiled their work into documentaries which they sold to cable networks.
Dulsic Prison was another challenge.
They each picked parts of the prison where it was said there were sightings. Claire on the ground floor, Trent in the execution chamber area and Harry in one of the cells on the third and top level.
They walked around eating the sandwiches they had brought and after Harry set up various cameras and recording devices, they parted popping some pills to keep themselves awake for their night of observing and hopefully capturing proof of the spirits of war prisoners or others that might be present.
Each picked where they would spend the night. Harry felt attracted to the cells so that's where he went, his shoes disturbing the thick layer of dust on the highest level of walkway outside a row of cells.
He walked until he felt the urge to go into one about mid way down the row. It was strange, as he felt he belonged in that small confining space. There was nothing there but a long narrow metal slab against one wall.
Harry sat in the cell. He put his sleeping bag on the frame of what was once a bed..a flat metal surface against the wall.
He grabbed the bars and looked out the window wondering if someone would be looking at the prison and think he was a ghost himself. He laughed and sat on the bed reading some of the material about the prison he had brought.
"Prisoners were taken here the Nazi's either didn't want anyone to know they had or because it was too expensive to move..especially at the end of the war. The Nazi's took off and left them locked up for the allies to find."
He sighed. His grandfather had been in World War II and injured. He sat at the man's feet who had been confined to a wheel chair since his war injuries. Harry heard the real stories that only front line soldiers could tell. It wasn't a politically based history book version. It was the grunts eye version.
Harry laughed at some of the stories his Grandpa had told them about finding discarded wine and getting drunk, meeting local girls and getting laid, and of course there were the horrible stories of killing, injured buddies and just being scared.
Harry shook his head. His father had been in Viet Nam but always refused to talk about it. One of his close friends who was there with him promised Harry he'd tell him stories when the old man wasn't around. But that time hadn't come yet.
Harry loved to watch his father ahd Charley, that was his friend, together. They were like teenagers when they were together, wrestling, laughing, whispering in private.
Even his grandfather seemed amazed at the two. "I had a buddy like that. And believe me when you're stuck in a foxhole in the middle of those damn winters, it was good to have someone warm." he'd say only to be interupted by Harry's father "that's enough PA, the boy doesn't need to know everything".
But Harry knew that and more. He heard stories about the soldiers in World War II. He watched documentaries and often thought it was nicer in wartime when two guys could be intimate and nobody would think ill about it.
He had been having sex with guys for sometime himself and wondered his his father and Charley were once lovers. In fact he fantasized about sex with Charley himself often. The man was his fathers age, but youthful, well built, energetic and always smiling and physical, even with Harry.
Those butt slaps after playing touch football. The wrestling with him and Harry's father made him wonder.
Harry sighed and turned out the light knowing it was time to think about why they were there in that cold stone walled building.
He turned on the recorder, aimed the camera at the bars and waited. Time passed slowly as it always did during these all night vigils. He would sleep the next day but tonight he had to stay awake, listening, watching and hoping that there would be some sensations, voices, breezes, screams or which hazes, anything they could explain as possibly being the spirits of those that once spent far more time captured here.
Ever once in awhile Claire or Trent would click their walkie talkies .. a signal checking on each other. Harry would click his in response. They wouldn't talk..and with all the aged iron in the building probably couldn't hear each other if they tried.
Harry stared out the window at the bright moon and the starfilled skies. It was so peaceful, so quiet, so beautiful here. It was hard for him to imagine the fields full of soldiers shooting at each other, roads full of tanks and skies full of planes searching, shooting and bombing.
"Hi" the voice was quite but distinctive.
Harry turned "Trent I thought you - "he stopped it wasn't Trent.
In front of him lit by the moonlight was another person.
"Who the fuck are you?" Harry blurted out.
"Simmons, Clint Simmons from Texas" the man stuck his hand out. Harry didn't take it at first.
"Where did you, how did you?" He stammered.
"Oh we saw you and your friends coming earlier. Lots of people do the overnight thing here, you know stories about the ghosts and all. Hell, when I came here I thoguht there were ghosts here from centuries ago"
"This place is that old?" Harry asked.
Clint nodded "sure is, hell they said they used to hang people right off this landing for everything from heresy to steeling horses. But hell, I've never heard anything".
"You been here before?" Harry asked "We're making a documentary maybe we can put you in it too." he smiled the man was older then Harry.
He had light hair and seemed strong. His shirt was open revealing his white shirt, a wife beater type shirt. Harry liked the guy.
"Yea well, the nights I've been here I keep waiting to hear things but ..." Clint took his shirt off. His bare shoulders were round.
He sat on the edge of the bed. "Nice, soft, wish I had something like that" Clint remarked.
"Yea duck feathers" Harry said as he sat next to the stranger. "Your other friends here too?"
"Oh yea they're around I guess. My best friend Warren used to be here but they took him away"
"Who's they?" Harry asked confused by those words.
"IN fact you reminded me of him, that's why I came to see you" Clint said patting Harry's bare thigh below the edge of his shorts.
Maybe it was the moonlit night, the strange place, the welcomed interuption in what promised to be a boring night or just that Harry was horny. But the touch of Clints hand excited him.
He talked about his hometown in Illinois, his father, even his grandpa, the ghosts projects they had been on and why they were there.
"So you believe in these ghost stories?" Clint said as he moved to lean back agasint the wall. His arm rested on Harry's shoulder gently pulling him back.
"Oh I'm never sure, I mean Trent and Claire do" Harry shifted back and found himself leaning on Clints shoulder. The man's arm was around his back and a hand on his shoulder.
Harry let his head rest on Clint's shoulder. This was how things should be he thought, nice and spontaneous.
"And I just went on their trips because I know something about cameras, editing and things" Clint said, "kind of a geek I guess"
"A geek? what's that?" Clint said.
Harry felt push him forward a bit and move. He turned to see Clint removing his shirt. Then Clint began to lift Harry's tshirt.
"you know that's what they call someone who's into computers, cameras, electronics"
He let Clint pull this shirt off and rest his hands on his smooth skin. Harry noted that Clint too had a smooth chest, young like his.
"computers, uh yea, heard of them from somewhere"
Harry laughed at Clint's humor. He touched the man, His skin was tight, his chest was developed.
They kissed, slow, and deep. Their tongues invaded and relished the invasion.
"Boy Trent and Claire aren't going to believe this" Harry panted pulling back.
"I bet they won't, but that doesn't matter. We have the night" Clint said as he unbuckled his belt and pushed his troousers off his hips.
"Uh I gotta stay awake you know that's why we're here" Harry said.
Clints fingers were ubuttoning Harry's pants now.
"Well I wasn't planing to sleep tonight....were you?"
His hands yanked and Harry lifted up so his shorts and underwear moved easily off his hips. He was naked now and Harry realized Clint was too.
They stretched out on the sleeping bag covered prison bed.
"The last time I did this was with Warren" Clint said as he lay on top of Harry and returned to pressing his lips against his.
They kissed, and felt each others' bodies, Harry moved to his kneeds and licked the older man's body. He let Clint push him into position as he fingered and licked his asshole.
Harry was shocked at the bravery of the stranger, "it's ok, I'm negative" Harry said.
Clint stopped. "Uh negative? does that mean for me to stop?" Clint asked.
"No I mean I'm healthy, you know no HIV, or stds"
"Stds?" Clint said
"no sexual diseasese" Harry said.
"oh yea, good" Clint said and bent over to put his tongue where only few had been before.
Harry was in heaven, This stranger had no inhibitions and that prompted Harry to ignore what few he had. He licked and sucked, he ate, and fingered too as Clint had done to him.
He let the man lay him down and mount him, entering him easily. Usually Harry had lotoini nearby let alone rubbers, but Clint didn't need lubricant, his cock moved inside Harry as if it fit naturally. As for the rubbers, Harry knew he should have looked for his wallet in his shorts but the cock seems to slip so easily..it was fantastic
"I want you in me too" Clint said as he turned on his side on the bed. Harry turned over and placed his hard cock against Clint ... it seemed to fit in as easily as Clints did before.
Usually when Harry was this excited his body would react quickly but not that night, he fucked and fucked, his body feelign the sensations it was supposed to feel but this orgasm was slow to occur.
And Clint seemed to love every stroke. He groaned and mummered. He told Harry to go slow or fast and finally, "It's ok you can let it go whenever you want"
And as if his body was listening to Clint's instructions, Harry's orgasm seemed to suddenly begin and continue as if every drop of moisture in it escaped him.
"Shit that was unbelievable" Harry said as he lay down panting.
"Yea, nice" Clint said kissing his chest "Hey would you mind doing something Warren and I used to do?"
Harry followed instrucions as he straggled the man. He felt the man's hold his cock so it would point where it wanted to go. And Harry slowly lowered himself to feel the thick male organ slowly open him up.
It didnt' slip in easily like earlier, but it slowly opened his asshole, met the sphinter and pulled it open not painfully but forcibly.
"You ok Warren?" Clint said.
Harry ignored Clint's using the name. He had been with guys who used names in their fantasies before. His older men often called him son or boy and had him call them daddy. At first it shook him up but it was fantasies and he got into it. In fact he really got into it.
"Naw I'm ok" Harry said and let his body lower more. He loved the feeling of a cock invading him this way and he wanted to feel every inch of it's penetration.
His muscles gave way and he felt the cock move into him all the way until his balls felt Clint's pubic hair.
"Do what you want to do Warren, I"m here for you" Clint breathed these words
"Nice" was all Harry could say. The pleasures he felt were surreal, intense and reaching far into his soul more then any other intimate time he had spent with another man.
"Now we just take our time" Clint said "as if it's our last time"
Clint began to stroke and Harry rocked feeling the cock that moved in him and the hand that encirled his cock.
Clints' hand reached for his chest and played with his nipples. Harry reached under himself to feel Clints testicles...which he stroked, pulled and juggled.
"It's time" Clint said "almost morning"
Harry looked out at where the moon was what felt like a few minutes ago. It was gone and a very light light in the sky told him Clint was right.
The orgams, kissed, sensations had tken hours.
Harry started to say something but his body began to convulse and Clint began to lift his hips adruptly against him, fucking him hard.
Harry gasped, his cock was being stroked so hard and gripped so tight, he could only gasp and give into the pleasure his entire body was experiencing.
The orgasm was nearly painful.
He caught his breath slowly.
Clint stared at him and smiled. "It's been a long time" he said.
"Me too" Hrry said "at least like that...hell it's never been like that"
"What time are they coming for you Warren?" Clint said.
"Uh you mean, well, Trent and Claire will be coming soon, sunlight and all. I can't wait for you to meet them."
Clint was dressing now along side Harry.
"Oh it's ok, they know i'm gay" Harry said.
"Well I'll have to go and do something uh first' Clint said who was standing now.
"Yea I gotta pee too" Harry said "where do you ...." he looked towards Clint but he had gone.
"Shit, I guess I'll find someplace..." Harry said to nobody in particular.
"Find a place for what?" Trent said bursting into the cell.
"Hey man, uh to piss" Harry said, "that's where Clint went"
"Who's Clint?" Claire too appeared. They each had their knapsacks "What a waste nothing at all, not even a scream all night long. You experience anything?" she asked.
Harry stared into the empty landing. The layer of dust lay there as it had the day before. His footrprint along with Trent's and Claires were there of course. But the other direction there was nothing, no sign of where Clint had gone.
"Uh no, uh nothing".
The three drove back to the village hotel and slept in the room they shared. Awakening hours later as they usually did, they got ready to go downstairs and eat.
"You coming?" Trent asked.
"Uh you two go ahead I gotta do something" Harry said.
He was alone for the first time since the three had reunited that morning. Harry fumbled in his backpack and found what he was looking for. He didn't know what to expect and most likely there wouldn't be anything.
Then the hiss confimed his suspiciousn. He had slept, fantasized, dreamed and screwed up big time. He wouldn't tell Trent and Claire of course. It was just another night, like so many he had spent on this journey the three of them shared and this journey of his unique life he lived.
Then he heard the words that would send a chill throughout his body.
"You ok Warren?" It was Clint's voice
Harry was stunned. But he thought he must be imaginging it so he reached for the recorder to replay the last few seconds. But his fingers stopped as he heard the next voice.
It was his voice. "Naw I'm ok"
And then another voice.
"Do what you want to do Warren, I"m here for you"
Harrys thumb stopped the tape. He had turned it on and it recorded the entire night.
Taking the tape out he put it in his pocket. There would be a time he could listen to it alone and completely. And maybe if the rules that goverened spirits, ghosts, memories and whatever he experienced, allowed, maybe he'd see Clint again.
And he knew the next time he could find a computer connected to the Internet, he'd look up the name Clint Simmons from Texas. He suspected he'd know where to look, the World War II archives.
Harry had so many questions he needed answers, not the least of which was if he would ever be able to experience such love again all night long.
He would need to tell someone about this, Harry thought maybe that would be Charley. He might understand.
But first he would listen to the tape.