Author's note: I really got into this one, as I got to go deep into what makes the four ghosts tick. The sex was fun too, but as a writer, I like the psychology better. I hope you all like it, too. Let me know if you do, and who of the 1958 crew is your favorite.
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Manley Paint – Part 6
I stayed in Bobby this time, still coming down from his high. Butch grabbed his bag as soon as the others walked in, and Bobby's heart rate shot up. His mind remembered what Butch had in there, and what he planned to do with it, and Bobby's mind told my mind for the first time. I liked the thought of it. I hoped I wasn't going to bounce into someone else before things got good.
"I hope you fellows don't mind, but I've been planning this night with Bobby for over a month, and I'm very tired of waiting. We are going to take our leave now. " He took Bobby's hand and walked us out into the factory. He knew the way well, and made a beeline for the stairs leading up to the catwalk and the manager's office – our destination. Unlocking it, he brought us inside, turning on the lights, then lowering the blinds. They would be able to see that there were shadows and movement from below, but not tell what was going on inside. This was Butch's office.
He opened the bag and pulled out the clothing he had brought along. It was very similar to what Bobby had on already, but he'd had it tailored. "Alright, beautiful, strip. " Bobby didn't hesitate. He shrugged his college blazer off and hung it from the coat rack by the door. Then he faced Butch and unbuttoned each button deliberately to get Butch worked up. He peeled it back off of his torso, pulled his arms out, and placed it on top of the desk chair. His undershirt was next, as he slowly revealed his slender, hairless torso, and he placed that, too, neatly onto the chair so nothing would wrinkle.
"Give me your belt, shoes and socks, " he told Bobby. Bobby complied, pulling each shoe off and setting them on the desk by Butch, then laid his socks over the top, and slid his belt out to top it off. Even though the style for men's pants was very loose and flowing back then, Bobby's were still snug at the waist. He unfastened the clasp, unzipped them, and they dropped to the floor with no resistance. Bobby stepped out of them and folded them neatly in half to drape them on the shirts on the back of the chair.
He stood there in his tight white underwear. Butch rushed up to kiss him, grabbing Bobby's plump ass. That pulled Bobby up against Butch, and his bare legs brushed against the jeans. Bobby's dick got rock hard, and he felt like his body was melting into a puddle from that contact. When he started to moan and grind, Butch put him down. "Not yet, baby, " he whispered. Take off the underwear as well. Bobby did, a little faster than he'd done with the rest because he was slightly let down from being pulled away from the jeans again.
Butch handed Bobby a pair of underwear that was the same cut and brand as the ones he'd been wearing. It would have confused him if he hadn't known what Butch had planned. The pants were a nice tan color, darker than the one's he'd been wearing before. When he pulled them on, Bobby noted how much more snug they were around his private areas. They were still the same waist size, though, so there was no problem getting them on.
Next were a soft new undershirt and a crisp white button up. Bobby put those on and tucked them in. The shirts were also tailored exactly to his torso's measurements, so they touched every inch of him as he moved. Then Butch gave him back his belt, shoes and socks back to complete the look.. With all of that on, Bobby did a spin for him. "Shit, Bobby. The things you're doing to me right now. " Butch had a full length mirror and Bobby looked himself over.
"Gosh, Butch, I look like a million bucks in this. "
"It's even better from the back. You have the best backside in the country, and I'm going to make it mine. " He took the college blazer off the coat rack and gave it to Bobby. He put it on, and Butch grinned when he looked Bobby over, but then he took it back off of Bobby and hung it up again. "It looks great on you, but it's not tailored, so it covers up your shape. Maybe next time. "
He led bobby to the desk, where he pulled out coils of rope from his bag, then tossed the empty bag to the side. He took the bins of papers and supplies off of his desk and set them all to the side. Patting the desk with his hand, he signaled Bobby climb on top. Bobby did and lay face down across it.
Butch took two of the ropes and tied them around Bobby's ankles, outside the pants, tying the other ends to the desk legs at the bottom, then he pulled Bobby forward so his legs were stretched fully. Bobby's chest was half off the other end of the desk at that point, and his arms were hanging down. Butch roped each wrist to the bottom of the desk, and Bobby was stuck with his head hanging down. Even, if he lifted it, there was no was for him to see behind him, so he was as good as blind to what was happening.
This was too hot for me to sit back in Bobby's head and just observe. I wanted to experience it fully. I tried pushing my way in, but it was all just pointless straining. Something, a voice deep in the back of my own head, as deep as I was in Bobby's, told me to expand instead of push. I relaxed and widened my perspective. Everything came deeper into focus and I was there, in the forefront. The things Bobby said and the movements he did all came from him, but it felt like I was making those decisions. I pulled against the rope. I told Butch to play with my ass. I was fully one with Bobby.
Hands massaged my backside through my pants and it felt like a dream. I loved it when Butch played with it. It was his favorite part of me, and he took excellent care of it. His finger traced along the back seam of the tight pants, going from my tailbone down to my eager hole. It wanted him inside more than he would ever know.
He backed off of me and rummaged through a drawer for a moment, and I herd the clatter of him picking up an item, and then a click as he opened it. The switchblade I had given him as a present last year was in his hand, I knew. He returned to his place behind me. Instead of what I had been expecting, I felt his face nuzzle into my ass. He ran his nose along the seam where his finger had just been, then I felt the fabric pinch and pull back. Was he using his teeth to tug on the back of my pants?
Then he started acting out his fantasy. The one we had discussed, and the one I wanted to give him with everything I was. I could feel the tip of the blade brush the same areas Butch had already been working on. Light touches with gentle pressure, slowly weakening the threads that held the pants together. I stayed as still as possible. Movement could make the blade go into me, and neither of us wanted that. Moving would also make noise, and I wanted to hear the soft noises of my clothing being cut open.
The first pop came to me as he breached the first seam. It didn't feel like anything yet, aside from someone playing with my ass. A couple more pops followed, and I knew he was at a better place with it now. The tip started pulling the pants back as he individually lifted threads with the knife to pop them open. After a few more up, he started moving down, exposing the underwear over my hole as he went. Once it was far enough, I heard the soft clatter of him setting the knife down. Fingers entered my pants through the hole, and I gasped as he ripped the hole wide. I couldn't see it, and I wondered how far the opening stretched. The only difference in feeling at that moment was that the snug pants felt a bit looser.
Then things got really tight back there as I felt my underwear getting pinched and pulled back. There was a pit of prodding, which felt pretty good, and then a tearing sound. Cold metal grazed my ass inside of my underwear, and I knew he'd used the knife. The tight underwear didn't have a lot of give, so he didn't work more with the knife so close to my skin. A finger went inside and stroked my hole. The feeling of being fully dressed, but having skin to skin contact on my hole was exotic and wonderful.
He stopped and ripped the hole in the underwear a bit farther, until he could get more fingers inside, and then he gave a mighty yank, shredding the opening wide. Cool air rushed in as my entire crack was exposed. I was getting drunk off of the feeling. I moaned as his fingers brushed along every exposed surface, exploring my skin, taking his time to excite me more.
He paused. After a brief moment I could hear him climbing up on top of the desk. I could hear fabric being shifted around. Was he taking his dick out already? Was he going in dry? I braced myself. Then I felt it: denim. His fly pressed against my ass. He had moved his dick vertical in his jeans so it would make a lump that would fit in my ass crack. He pushed the lump into the valley and I yelled out. I went wild, writhing against them, bucking back to try and get them deeper. I wanted them inside of me. He lay himself down on my back, his weight holding me down. His hands stroked my sides as his head came down to kiss the back of my neck. He was heavy. His muscled weight made it hard to breathe, and I loved it. I exhaled and couldn't pull very much more pack in. Things were getting dark as I started to get light headed.
He lifted back up and I gasped for air. "Are you ok? " he asked.
"Don't stop, " I moaned, making him chuckle. He ground his jeans clad dick into my ass and dry humped it. I kept yelling for him to push it deeper, to push it all the way inside of me, even though that wouldn't have been possible. Eventually, I stopped yelling and started groaning as I felt the pressure building inside of me. Butch slowed down and leaned forward to kiss the back of my head. "Not yet, baby, " he whispered.
He pushed himself backward and off the desk again. His hands were back on my ass, spreading the cheeks apart. I whimpered as his tongue licked my opening for the first time. As he primed my hole with his tongue, I couldn't do anything but moan. It was blissful getting tongue fucked by that man as it always was, but this time, I was dressed. Somehow, it was even hotter this way. Fingers touched me soon after, and the first one went inside. I purred at the gentle feeling of having something up there, finally. A second finger followed, and then a third. More spit was added to make the inside slippery.
A squirting sound, followed by a cold feeling told me he'd used a bit of K.Y. on me, and now the fingers were really sliding in and out. Once he was satisfied, he mounted the desk once more. I heard buttons pop open, and this time I was sure his dick was coming out. His cock head touched the outside of my hole, swirling around and teasing it. I wanted him to shove it in now. He knew it, too. That's why he was teasing me with it. I didn't have to wait long as the pressure filled me. He slid down until he was all the way in. Jeans touched my ass. He'd kept them on for me. The metal buttons pushed in on one side, and it drove me wild.
"I love you, Butch! " I cried out.
"I love you, too, Bobby, " he breathed before he started fucking me slowly. In and out he slid, touching me with the denim at the end of each thrust, which excited me even more. His pace grew faster as he pounded, and I became more and more riled up. Soon, he was slamming into me, over and over. I moaned and shouted for more, and he listened. "I'm getting close, " I called back to him. He was about to fuck me to a hands free orgasm, which was always amazing.
"Do it, " he told me. "I love how you clench up on me when you cum. " He pounded me, punching my g-spot over and over until I couldn't take any more. Cum flowed freely from my dick, filling the front of the shredded underwear I have on, as my ass clenched and milked the cum out of Butch. He stopped moving as his cream filled my insides.
He panted as he turned to lie his weight on the desk next to me. His hand caressed my clothed back as my exposed hole breathed the open air. "I meant it, " he told me. "I love you, Bobby. More than anything, I wish I could have you in my life. You're perfect, and everything I've always wanted. "
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I eased backward out of Bobby's head, out of the past, and back into my own body. "Damn, that was hot, " I breathed.
"Look down, " the stranger told me. I took a glance. There was a huge wet spot in my jeans. I'd shot my own load during my trip to the past. It squished against my leg, and I wasn't sure how I felt about that. "It was sexy watching you cream your jeans like that. Bobby loved it, too. "
"Glad I could please you both, Lance, " I told him. It had to be him. It looked too much like him.
He smirked at me. "You've discovered my big secret. "
"So what were you doing during this. I can't imagine Petey would have let you join him and Richie. "
"Truer words have never been spoken, " Lance said to me. "Richie tried, though. You saw before that he was trying to pull away, to cool things off between him and Petey so they wouldn't destroy their lives. He wanted out, and he saw me as the way to do it. Are you ready for another ride? This time I'll drive. "
"Let's go. Just, please let me stay in the back when the killing starts. It was really hot to actually be Bobby during the sex, but I don't think I want to feel death. "
"Don't worry, " he said. "I'm the strongest of us. I can hold you back even farther, so you can only see, without feeling. I wouldn't do that to someone I like so much. " He settled himself over me and melted down over me. The transition was much smoother this time. He knew what he was doing.
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I was back in the employees' lounge with Petey and Richie. Looking at them through Lance's eyes, I finally got a look at Richie himself. I'd only ridden inside of him before. His hair was a medium shade of brown, but he didn't fill it with wax or anything, so it had a soft fluffiness to it that combined with his big brown eyes that made him the sweetest looking guy I'd ever seen. He had a half smile as he joked with Petey and Lance that showed off a dimple on the left side. He'd taken off his jacket, and his shirt was tailored to fit his athletic but slim frame perfectly, tucked into sharp black pants with black suspenders, and glossy black shoes. I wanted him. The current version of lance sent me a mental message that he agreed, and the past version was rock-hard in his pants.
There was only one obstacle. Petey, with his sandy blond hair, wavy but gelled into place firmly, his dopey hazel eyes staring longingly at Richie, was completely in love and immovable. It was as clear to the Lance of the past as it was to me. Petey wasn't bad looking, in his checked pants and cream colored cardigan. If it weren't for his single minded devotion to Richie, it could have been a hot three-way waiting for them.
Future Lance spoke in my head. "Richie looked a lot like young Marlon Brando, whom everyone wanted to fuck back then, but more wholesome. Like if he gave up trying to be suave and just wanted to be a regular guy. Petey, decent looking as he was, was way out of his league with Richie. But you're right, it would have been a marvelous time with them if Petey had allowed it. "
"He didn't? " I asked future Lance.
"Watch. You'll see. "
"You can head off now, " Petey told past Lance. "I need some time alone with Richie. "
"The least we could do is let him use the room, " Richie told his lover. "It's the most comfortable spot to sit and wait, and he's got no one else to be with. Maybe we should just keep him company this week. "
Petey looked pained. "I can only be with you once a week, " he said. "The other six and a half days I have to deal with Martha and Caroline. "
"Martha's a sweetheart and Caroline is precious, " Richie said. "You really need to consider your wife and daughter more. I know you love them. I shouldn't have to keep reminding you of that. "
"It was your idea that we marry the girls we were dating to keep up appearances, and your idea to get them pregnant at the same time, " Petey retorted. "Why couldn't we have just let them go back then and run away together? "
Petey never wanted his family? That would certainly make him resentful. Past Lance kept his mouth shut and let them have it out. To insert himself at that point would be rude.
"I didn't want that then, and I still don't want it now, " Richie said. "I love my wife and my daughter, and there's nothing in the world that would make me want to hurt them like that. If you can't respect that, then you need to back off from me. "
"If you loved them as much as you keep saying, why haven't you backed off from me? " Petey asked. "You don't want to hurt them, but you keep coming back to me. "
"You know why, " Richie said. He looked out the window into the dark factory, a lighted room high up in the distance was the only detail. "Don't make me say it. "
"You can't say it, can you? " Petey asked. "You can't admit out loud that you love me, even in private. You don't want to risk making it real. You don't want to shatter your fake life, spun out of glass and spiderwebs, lies that you tell yourself so you can show them to the world as truth. You want me to say I love the family that I never wanted, that I only took on because I love you so much. Well I can't. I can't lie to myself like you can. If you want me to move on, look me in the eyes, dead on, and tell me you aren't in love with me. "
Richie turned his head and looked directly into Petey's eyes, not a word leaving his mouth. A tear rolled down his cheek and he turned back to the window. "Why do you have to make everything so difficult, Petey? "
"It's the simplest thing in the world, if you ask me, " Petey replied. "I'm madly in love with you and I have been since we were kids. You love me back, but you're afraid to follow it. All of the complications, the wives, the kids, the respectable jobs – all of that was you complicating the truth, putting a shiny mask over what's real. "
"It's not real, " Richie breathed. "It can never be real. No one will ever let it be real. Just..., " he trailed off, breaking into a sob.
"Just what? " Petey asked.
"Just let me go. " He squeezed his eyes closed and curled into a ball on the floor. "You have to let me go, because I'll never be strong enough to go first. "
"And why is that? " Petey asked. "Say the words. "
"Stop! "
"Say it! "
"No! " Richie got up and glared at Petey. "If you won't listen to reason, then maybe this will help you leave me! " He stormed over to Lance and pulled him in for a kiss. It was the most hollow, meaningless gesture Lance had ever experienced, and the fact that he was being used as an instrument for vengeance made his blood boil. He shoved Richie back.
"You aren't going to use me like that, " Lance said. "You two have some serious problems you need to figure out. It's obvious that you love him as deeply as he loves you, but your fear is crippling you to the point that you can't even see clearly any more. " He turned to Petey, "and you. You're so blinded by love that you can't see what you're doing to everyone else, including the man you say you love. All you're able to do is lash out and hurt him. The both of you disgust me. "
Lance stormed out of the lounge and slammed the door behind him. He was alone in a dark and empty factory. He had one couple behind him that needed to work out their issues, and another ahead in the distance who were too preoccupied with what they were doing to pay him any mind. Why had he come here tonight? What had he hoped so accomplish? San Francisco had been a nightmare city, and Sunnyvale was turning out to be just as bad.
He made his way forward, toward the lighted room. Searching around in the dark revealed the metal stairs that led up to the single room. He took them slowly and quietly. They were solid and sturdy, so his feet didn't make a sound. The blinds around the room and been drawn so the action inside would be hidden from casual view, but there was a small diamond shaped window on the door. He looked in and saw the bondage scene before him. It gave him an idea. He had a bagged tent in the back of his truck for camping trips. There was a bunch of rope inside, and poles. He quietly descended the stairs and made his way to the front of the building where they were all parked.
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