Weekly Author's Note, Sept. 14, 2019: Night Terrors is now hosted and caught up on GayDemon and DeviantArt (Jayce Marvel profile). The First story is also on VorePlay. That you to everyone who gave me new sites to host so I can spread the words. My novel (currently going with the working title Project Orange) is a little over half done with the rough draft. I'd give it 5-6 weeks to complete if nothing comes up.
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Manley Paint – Part 4
Shawn
Kyle and I pulled up to the abandoned factory. He was dressed pretty hot, with a plaid flannel, buttoned up over a white t-shirt, all tucked into the button-fly jeans he still wouldn't take out at home. The last time he'd come to this place, he left and went straight to my house. He told me the whole story and asked if I would hold onto the jeans for him. He also asked if I'd get the cum washed out of them for him. It was easy enough for me to throw them into my hamper, and I was the one who did the laundry for my dad and myself.
Today, he'd rode his bike to my house to change.
"I'd offer for you to come along," he'd said, "but it's a girl ghost. Not your thing."
"No, but you said there's a guy there who likes guys," I reminded him. "Maybe he'll be some fun for me. Do I need 501s to see him?"
After thinking for a minute, he shook his head. "Nope. The first time I went over there, he offered to sleep with me, and I was dressed wrong for the ghost. I think you're fine."
"As long as he thinks I'm cute," I said.
"He will," Kyle told me. "If I was acceptable, you'll be a shoe-in."
"Don't sell yourself short," I told my best friend. "You may be tall and lanky, but you're still cute." He shrugged. "Let me ask dad for the car so we don't have to bike over there. I'm not in the mood to sweat my ass off today."
I changed anyway, putting on a pair of khakis that fit me just right to show off everything, and then a slightly tight t-shirt. I fixed my hair to sex it up a bit and grinned at what I saw. "You're definitely getting some," Kyle told me. That was the plan.
I went downstairs and asked dad for the keys to his car. He wasn't going anywhere today, so he tossed them to me, not even asking where we were going or seeing how I was dressed. Every since I'd come out to him, he just tuned out of my life. He'd support me and let me live there, but he didn't want to know what I was doing. He probably even thought Kyle was my boyfriend. Totally clueless.
Now here we were, sitting outside the lot ready to go. I got out and he followed suit, taking the lead to show me the way in. When we rounded the back corner, the man I saw standing there blew my mind. His dark, wavy hair was flawlessly styled, and he was tall and broad-shouldered, with a torso that narrowed perfectly to his slim waist. His face was chiseled into a classically handsome Hollywood look. His pants were gray and tailored for his frame, and his white shirt was only partially buttoned and billowed in the breeze. This was a man taken directly off the cover of a romance novel. I had been worried that he might not be attractive, since Kyle had no idea what to look for in a guy, but I wasn't disappointed.
"You're back," the man said to Kyle with perfectly straight white teeth. "And you've brought yet another friend. This place is starting to get busy."
"Yeah, well, we're a bunch of teenage guys. Do you think we're going to pass up free head?" Kyle said. The stranger laughed.
"You're fine, but you know the ghost won't show up for your friend. Not dressed like that," the man reminded Kyle.
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I asked the man coyly, turning around to show off everything.
The man gulped. Perfect. He was interested. "The blowjob ghost only likes button-fly jeans," he said, his voice a bit shaky.
I took a step toward him, then another, so I was arm's length away. "Then it's a good thing that's not what I'm here for," I breathed.
The man turned his head slightly. "Kyle, did you bring me a gift?" he asked.
"Kyle didn't bring me to you as a gift," I told him, placing my finger on his chin and turning his head back to me. He was half a head taller than me, so I had to look up into those ocean blue eyes. "I brought myself."
"Heh," the man said with a beautiful smile. "I'll be damned."
"And I'll be inside," Kyle said. "You two have fun." He went into the building and closed the door.
The Stranger placed his hands on the sides of my face and looked into my eyes. "How old are you, kid?" he asked. "You look a bit too young to be coming onto me."
"I'm old enough. Eighteen," I lied. That was three months away, but it was close enough. "How old are you?"
He snorted. "That's not something a lady talks about," he joked.
I traced a finger down his chest. "Good thing for me you're not a lady."
He pulled my head forward and kissed me. I'd practiced with a girlfriend of mine, but I'd never done it for real. There was nothing special about it with her, not like now. Now, it was life-changing. I felt alive like I'd never thought possible. It was so tender and loving that I just wanted to melt into him. When he finished, he looked at me with a smile. "Did I meet your expectations?" he asked.
I replied by throwing my arms around his neck and pulling myself up to kiss him more. As we made out, I felt his hands on my back, sliding down, coming to rest on my ass. As he squeezed, he pressed my pelvis into his. As the beast in his pants shifted on its own against my leg, it caused my own to stir and slide along his.
He moved us to the building, where he held my lower half against the wall with his own, freeing his hands to explore me. I could feel my shirt moving slowly up my body as he used feather touches along my stomach. No one had ever touched my body with the intent of turning me on before and it was intoxicating. All he was doing was running his fingers along me, but it made me cry out.
"You're quite the live wire," he whispered. "Your skin is begging to be touched."
"Then give it what it wants," I moaned. He pulled my shirt upward and nudged my arms over my head so he could remove it. When he had it up to my wrists, he twisted it to hold my hands in place with his left hand. His right hand traveled down my exposed arm and dipped into the shallow well at the end. The feeling was magical, and my dick throbbed, straining so hard in the confines of my khakis to rise that I felt like it could actually push him off of me.
"You like your pits played in," he remarked, putting his face up to the other one his fingers weren't playing with. His tongue went inside and I started panting.
To my dismay, he pulled his head back from it. He gave me a light kiss. "I can tell you're new to this, and I love how much your body loves it. I'm going to try different things to see when really gets you going, ok?"
"Oh god yes," I replied. He released my arms to give himself the ability to go lower, and I dropped my shirt to the concrete next to me. When I did, he gently held my arms to the wall at my sides.
"Keep them there. Let me do all the work," he told me, then let go. I was more than willing to oblige. His hands moved to my chest and his fingers brushed my nipples. I gasped, causing him to chuckle seductively. He flicked them lightly, over and over. I leaned my head back against the wall and closed my eyes. It was a beautiful sensation, the light play, and it made me close my eyes.
"Mmm, I purred as he gave them a light pinch.
"You like having your nipples played with," he told me.
He leaned forward and ran his tongue along my neck, and I made a surprised yelp, but my breathing sped up again as he kissed and licked his way around it. "Your neck is good too," he said, and I realized he wasn't just taking notes, he was telling me what I responded well to. He was introducing me to my own body.
A tugging at my waist accompanied a jingling sound as my belt buckle opened, then I felt the leather slide around and out of its confines. There was a clatter as the belt hit the concrete next to my shirt, and even that was erotic to me, since it meant I was being undressed. A little more pressure at the top of my pants, and there was a sudden loosening as the button popped open. He began kissing my collar bone, making me moan, as my pants got looser, the zipper moving down slowly, teasingly. He'd move it a fraction of an inch, then stop, then start back up again, moving his hand lower each time, closer to the thing I so desperately wanted him to touch. Then he left that area, leaving my pants on but open, and leaving me desperate for more.
He lifted my arms to go around his neck and took a step back from the wall, pulling me with him. As he kissed me, his hands touched my back, grazing their way down, causing me to lean into him. His hands went lower, down the center of my back and to the waistband of my pants. They went inside, now that they were open, and into my underwear as well. His hands were on my ass, and I was in absolute heaven. I writhed against him, wanting more, wanting him to never stop what he was doing, but to also go farther. One of his hands slid toward the center and into my ass crack, his finger tracing it down until he found my hole. I screamed out when his fingertip pressed against it.
The door of the abandoned factory flew open, just as I was screaming "YES!" Kyle burst out. He was dressed and his eyes were wide.
"Oh!" he said when he saw what was happening. He looked away quickly. "I thought you were being murdered with all the screaming. I...uh...I'll be in the car. I'm done." His head dipped away from us and he ran off.
"You're soft now," the stranger told me. "Do you want to keep going, or did that spoil the mood?" I watched my friend round the corner of the building and disappear from sight. That was awkward, to say the least. Was the mood gone now?
"Kiss me," I said. "I'm not sure."
His lips returned to mine and his finger, which had been touching my hole through the entire exchange, gave a couple light taps. I was hard immediately. "Keep going?" he asked. I nodded. He swirled his finger at my entrance, giving light taps and gentle pushes, asking permission to be let in, but not forcing it. Without trying to, I let him in, and for the first time, I had another man inside my body.
My mouth on his suddenly started opening and shoving its tongue into his mouth, my arms pulled me up higher, lifting my feet from the ground, so out faces were level, and I wrapped my legs around his waist for support. With my ass up higher, he could get a better angle, and his finger went deeper. When it was in all the way, he started going in and out. My kiss broke and my head tipped forward to touch foreheads as I moaned for him to fuck me with his fingers more.
"Say what you want," he whispered.
"Fuck my ass," I commanded.
"Turn around," he instructed, taking his finger out of me. I let go with my legs and lowered myself back to the ground. I put my back to him. He pressed up against my back and wrapped his left arm around my chest to hold me in place. His right hand slid down, into the front of my underwear, to grasp my hardness. He lifted me like that, so my feet dangled a little from the ground, as he stroked my dick from the inside of its confines. My head tilted back, engrossed in the feeling of being jacked in such a helpless position. I moaned, faster and louder, as I felt my orgasm stirring from deep inside.
He took his hand away. Setting me down, he bent me forward, guiding my hands to the wall in front of me so I could brace myself. My pants and underwear were pushed down, but only to my thighs. I felt his warm breath against the most sensitive part of my backside, and my hole immediately craved something to fill it. It didn't have to wait long, and something wet and warm pushed at it. I was so ready by that point, that his tongue met no resistance as it plunged inside of me. I didn't squeak this time. No, now my voice moaned deep and hungry. I needed this.
Once my hole was soaked and trying to open itself up, he stood. I heard his pants tumble down, moments before I felt his cock touch the outside of my hole. He spit, and I knew it was going onto the outside of his dick. He rubbed the head of it on me, and I pushed back, but this was no finger or tongue. I opened, but not far enough to take him into me. "Breathe deeply, in and out," he told me. "Push back when you breathe out, and push your insides like you're using the bathroom. It works." I trusted him. I did as he said, and as I pushed, I felt him going in. I stood there, bent forward, with the head of his dick inside of me, unsure of what to do. It felt like it was supposed to end, like it was supposed to come out and be over, but I knew I had to ignore that feeling.
His hands held onto my hips and I could feel him pulling me toward him, the strange open feeling behind me increasing, filling me more with something impossibly hard and unyielding. "Give it another push," he said. I did, and when I pushed, I filled up instead of emptying. It confused my senses, but I was starting to like it. "Again," he told me. I pushed again, and filled up deeper, his thighs pressed against my ass cheeks. He was all the way inside of me. Even if it all stopped right there, I was proud that I'd gotten that far. There was a dick, another man's actual dick, inside my ass! I made it!
He pulled back and I could feel him slide out. I nearly emptied when he reversed and started filling me again. This time, he went in faster, and it burned a little at the hole, but inside it was amazing. "Yeah," I told him. "Just like that." He pulled back and went in some more, and gradually sped up the pace. "Yeah! Fuck me!" I yelled at him as I bucked backward in time with his thrusts.
I was coming closer to cumming with each thrust, and soon I couldn't stop the release. But it didn't feel like a normal orgasm. My ass tried to clench, but it couldn't, which raised the sensation. Then he felt the clenching, he angled down a little to ram a sweet spot that made me howl, and made me spray my cum in massive jets. Extra warmth filled my insides as he started to shoot his load inside of me.
All too soon, the orgasm ended, and I mentally cursed the world for making them so short. Still I was over the moon that that had just happened. He slipped out of me and quickly pulled my pants and underwear up. I felt his cum drip out of my hole and the underwear kept it pressed up against me. He slowly zipped me up and closed the top button. I reached back and touched the spot with my finger. It was wet. With khakis that meant it would be very visible.
I put on my shirt and belt as he put his own dick away, then moved in for another kiss. "That was really good," he purred at me. "Any time you want to do that again, I'll be here."
"Don't you go home?" I asked him.
"This is my home," he said. He gave a devilish grin. "All of us ghosts live here. Did you think there was just the one?"
"Well, I actually don't think there are any. I thought there was just some girl in there pretending to be a ghost and blowing the guys. They can be full of shit sometimes."
He pulled me against him and stood with his own back to the wall, kissing me more. Then there was nothing. No one was there. I screamed and jumped back. The stranger stepped forward through the wall, only partially visible, but completely hot. "How's your belief now?" he asked.
"Uh...color me stunned. But everything we just did...," I started.
"All real. I can be solid, and everything works right when I am."
"Ok, so many questions just popped into my head. Who were you? When did you die? How did you die?"
"How about a question for you?" he returned. "How long are you going to leave your friend sitting in a car out front? Come back tonight, alone. It's not like I'm going anywhere. At night, we have more power and I can show you the whole thing."
"Is it safe?" I asked.
"It's just memories. Just like watching a movie."
"You'll tell me everything then?"
"Not me, exactly. The expert on that night is in there. Tell me, do you have any button-fly jeans to wear here?"
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That night, after dark, I pulled up to the dark factory and turned off the car. I took out a flashlight to help me find my was back through the unlit space. I'd traded my messy khakis for a pair of 501s the same tan color. We needed to lure the ghost all the boys came to see, since she was the one who knew the best. I wasn't thrilled to be offering myself to a girl, but I wanted to know the truth.
At night, the empty lot around the factory felt a lot less empty, filled with strange noises and bumps. Shadows became things that wanted to hurt me, some of them created by my flashlight, some by the moonlight, and some by nothing I could discern. I pressed forward, around to the back, where I was welcomed by a warm light over the back entrance. My stranger was sitting on the concrete under it, waiting in the soft light.
I relaxed, closing the distance without incident. "Any problems?" he asked.
"Only between the car and here," I told him. "Kyle was a bit creeped out from seeing up, but he'll be ok." I used my finger to lift the flap over my fly to show him the buttons. "And I brought what you asked. Do I really need to appeal to a girl?"
"Can you keep a really big secret?" he asked. "One that would set the guys off if they knew?"
"Yeah, what?"
"None of the ghosts here are girls. They're all gay guys."
I laughed. "No shit?"
"No shit. All those young hot guys coming through here are getting blown by a dude. So, you coming?" He stood and opened the door.
"Probably for the second time today," I replied. He laughed. I followed him through the building to the middle where a nice leather daybed had a place of prominence.
"Lie down on it," he said. "I'll call Bobby." I did as he said and he closed his eyes, tilting his head back. In moments, another figure appeared next to him. This one also had dark hair, but he was smaller, thinner. Bobby was the full-on twink version of the stranger. The two of them could be brothers. I preferred the leading man version, but I definitely wouldn't turn Bobby down. He crouched next to me and started tracing his fingers up and down my fly. Of course it made me hard.
"Bobby," the stranger said. "This guy would like to see the night we all died. He wants to know the whole story." Bobby looked up at him with puppy-dog eyes. "You can play with him after, if he's still willing."
Bobby climbed on top of me, bringing his face right up to mine. He gave me a small kiss, and I had to admit he had an adorable charm. He turned over and sat on my lap, lying back across me, lining up with me completely. Then he sunk into me, moving down to occupy the same space I did. I didn't feel it happening, since he wasn't physical any more. He filled my head and we became one. We blinked a couple of times, then closed them fully.
I opened my eyes in 1958.
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