Two Visitors

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Two Visitors

Chapter Two

"Eric, what are you doing here?"

"You wanted to know what I had learned about the ghost and the Pobo. Since we don't have to work this morning I thought we could talk over a cup of coffee without any interruptions."

"Have you had breakfast?" I was cooking Washington and I omelets.

"Hours ago." Probably true, Washington had woken at least three times during the night and forced himself down on my cock until I fucked him. I needed the extra sleep, two hours after the alarm rang.

We made a lot of small talk until Washington inadvertently mentioned the attempt at an exorcism the previous night. He was cleaning up the dishes while I was making a second pot of coffee so we wouldn't have to stop the conversation with Eric. I hoped it would be the end of what had been a long stretch concentrating on the spirits.

"First, the young boy that is in your bedroom and outside, did you know that only the very youngest of ghosts can spend time outside or in water?"

"No, but his name is Angelo."Eric gave me a wry glance.

"Right, Angelo Fernandez-Rodriguez. His family lived in a hut where the hot tub sits, they were servants of the family that owned the shack back in the sixteenth century. There have been reports of seeing him from everyone that has lived here since then. Nobody has ever claimed that he harmed or scared them, basically you could say he is 'Casper the friendly ghost'. Until you moved in I couldn't find any suggestions that he liked to suck the cocks of anyone that lived here. But who would write that down, no one would believe you. Or maybe yours are the first he has seen in years that he has wanted to suck?

"Angelo and his family were captured during an Indian raid. The owners of the shack were killed. From the confusing accounts I have read, the Indians didn't run like they would have normally since at the time there weren't any other people living within miles. It was a Blackfoot tribe, I don't know how much Indian history you know but there were some Blackfoot tribes that were cannibals. Some ate only parts of the defeated, others ate the entire body of heroic foes still others fed the genitals to their squaws. From the oral histories it sounds like the raiders were from a tribe that roasted the men and enslaved the women and children. That's where the story gets more confusing.

"Supposedly the female servant was sent off with a few braves to be traded for goods they needed, a common practice up until the late eighteen hundreds. Then the majority of the tribe went off to meet up with a larger group. Ten or more of the young braves were allowed to stay at the shack to hunt and store up hides over the winter. The boy was not taken to the larger gathering since he was not yet domesticated (I don't know what that was supposed to mean).

"Indians are no more pedophiles than any other group of people but when you confine ten young men, mostly between 17 and 19 there is a lot of testosterone that needs an outlet. Masturbation only works for so long. The use of a white slave no matter whether a boy, girl or adult was common and the young men turned to Angelo. We don't know whether he had been used before then, but the Indians kept his mouth and ass busy the rest of the winter and by the time they moved off to join the larger part of the tribe with their hides that is all he knew. He didn't survive the trip, they were attacked by another Sioux tribe and only one of the ten made it back to tell the tale, that he included the tale of Angelo is strange but may signify a more than usual emotional attachment to the boy."

"As cute and good he is at sucking cock I have no doubt there could have been that attachment, Washington and I have feelings for him, too. How did he get back to the shack?" It felt strange telling Eric that I had feelings seeing how young the boy was but he could do what he wanted with the info. Eric started off in a different direction, ignoring me.

"While that was a violent and ultimately unhappy story the Pobo arrived here in a totally different manner. It was around the seventeen-eighties that the current inhabitants of the city started to immigrate into the valley. Most of the new settlers were Lutherans that were fleeing persecution from the Roman Catholic church. Too many people arrived at one time to build and settle the land without fights over the land. A young couple that had been shunned by the rest of the wagon train choose to move into the shack that had been vacant since the Indian attack, it was considered too far away from town for most of the settlers. There was no evidence of ownership so they were able to live here and farm without the costs the other settlers were incurring.

"Hop down the years a few decades and they had become the richest family in the settlement. A young cousin came to live with them from their hometown, chased from his home presumable because he had sex with the priest; an unproven accusation, but likely. The shack was the same size then as it is now, it has never been added onto in its three hundred year existence. The couple had been using the store room just like you are, but upon Heinrich's arrival moved the food into the hut out back which he had helped to rebuild.

"They found the boy to be a great help and the farm increased its output and they became wealthier.

"The year the boy arrived the older man confided in the Lutheran Minister that was at the farm to help arrange a marriage for the boy that there were nights that it seemed like the boy was tearing the room and bed to pieces. The following morning he would appear at the table tired but with a smile. When the wife would check out the room it appeared as normal as ever. Heinrich refused the marriage and when his family tried to insist, said that if they did he would just follow the next wagon train to California. They were starting to get old and needed the help, he stayed and they didn't pressure him any more.

"Heinrich inherited the farm and most of their money, but they had also always wanted a library in the city so part of their estate went to build the library down the street from the hospital. When it was built it was the largest building in the city. Back to Heinrich, I get caught up in the details. Without the older family members there he started to wither, some of the church members thought it was because he wasn't eating and took it upon themselves to carry a meal a day out here. That didn't seem to help. However, all of the church members noted to the Minister that Heinrich seemed to be in a great mood whenever they saw him.

"He was in his early sixties when the newest minister in town asked him what he was going to do with the farm when he died if he didn't get married. That must have struck a chord with Heinrich because by the next spring another cousin arrived. It is documented that he was to be burned at the stake for consorting with a devil."

"Getting fucked in the forest?"

"Most likely, it wasn't looked upon fondly at that time. Kurt was barely twenty if that when he arrived at the farm. He was a strong young man that won a few fights that were held at the city fairs. Otherwise he stayed away from town with his cousin, the two were seldom seen without the other close by. Two years after Kurt arrived Heinrich died.

"Many of the local gold diggers tried to get him to marry their daughters, there is even a story that one shop owner offered Kurt his son (the truth will never be known about that, the man was killed shortly after that by his son who then committed suicide). At first Kurt had seemed to be doing well, but after a year he looked like he had aged thirty years and dropped half his weight. He appeared in town two years to the day after he first arrived, staggering to the doctor's office. There was nothing that could be done for him, he died.

"Since then, every two years men living here would die. In the fifties the city tried to tear the shack to the ground only to find out that papers granting them the library demanded that they keep the shack and land in livable condition. The real estate agent that leased you the shack has tried to only have tenants that stay one year. There are rumors around town that you must be a demon to survive whatever it is that the others died from.

"I was searching through some papers that Heinrich had left to the library and found a statement that he had brought the Pobo with him across the ocean, dressed as he was with bandages wrapped where there was nothing to see. When they reached land the Pobo disappeared, but followed him to the farm. He had hoped that they would be able to live a secluded life away from churches and priests. He thought the Pobo loved him but admitted that having sex with the spirit left him feeling like less than a man. Those papers are heading to the state genealogical museum although most of what is there should be housed with para-normal researchers."

"Beautiful fairy tale, Eric. Is it the town myth?"

"Possibly, but after what you have experienced here do you really believe it is a myth?"He looked at me like he wanted me to deny what he said.

"Last night two preachers attempted ridding the house of the spirit. He is much stronger than their faith and turned on them.

"I'm not quite sure how but he claimed to them that he was banished from Valhalla for fucking Loki. Did you see anything about that banishment when you were researching the Pobo?"

"I didn't have too much Norse mythology to look through. But, there have been Pobo reported among them as far back as the sagas let us know. Would Odin have banished a spirit for fucking his son? He thought that Loki was bisexual anyway so I doubt it, although it may have been that Loki was expected to be the dominate in all affairs as Odin had been. Just like the Greek and Roman gods the Norse gods weren't that particular as to the sex of their mates. There are even claims that Loki would change from a male to female, human to horse or other animal. As Trickster the stories could all be lies."

"So, if there is any truth in what was claimed, the Pobo may not have been a spirit at the time but another of the gods that turned the tables on Odin's son and was sent to live on Earth forever as a man fucking spirit?"

"Sounds silly when put that way but I guess it is fairly close.."Eric closed up the small notebook he had been checking as he spoke.

"So why were people dying?"

"They get addicted to having the Pobo's cock in them." It was the first time Washington had spoken since Eric arrived.

"I can see that."I had seen both Leo and Washington affected by the fucking ghost. So addiction? Why not. Wait a minute, was there a wild chance that Jefferson would be one of the addicted?

"Do you two think he is so great a fuck that even straight men can become addicted?

"Have you let him fuck you?" Eric was looking at me, waiting for me to admit that I had. Or that I didn't know what he was asking.

"No. Washington and I were just talking about that when you arrived. He hasn't seemed interested in me. I guess that is good, I can live here without worrying he is going to fuck me to death." It had just dawned on me, maybe he is like me and only cares for one man at a time, first Leo and now Washington?"

"Maybe, as long as you bring him other sacrifices."

"What?"That was a far way from what I was thinking.

"He may think you are giving him sacrifices when you have other men sleep in the store room." Sure, if he was once in Valhalla he could be confused enough to believe that, those gods had demanded sacrifices.

"Then he will leave me alone as long as he has a new ass every so often or even the same one for a few days at a time?"

"That's a decent working hypothesis. But remember over the centuries all the others have died after two years."

"Why did he wait so long to initiate this? I've been here two years already."

"Ask him when you let him have your ass. I don't think it will change anything around here. There is nothing that has been said about him that suggests he wants to cross into every day life or dominate the house." Other than fucking the men living here to death?

Eric finished his third cup of coffee and told us he was expected at a picnic and would see us at the hospital the next day. I lead Washington to the truck and soon we were on the road out into the nearby forest where I often felt the most peaceful of any where in the vicinity.

"That was a sad story about Angelo."

"Yeah, but he doesn't seem to be a moaning, crying ghost so I guess he is doing what he wants."

"Sucking cock?"

"Well, drinking cum. He has sucked it off my stomach or legs a few times and now out or your ass."

"I would clean your legs, too. Your are the best tasting man I've ever been with." I didn't have to do anything. Within a few minutes we were both naked and sucking at each other, I was waiting for him to turn so I could fuck him but he seemed to be doing the same.

"Okay, if you want to fuck me you know what to do."I had figured he had been fucked at least four times in the previous twelve hours, he probably wanted his ass to rest. Five minutes later my screams were being heard thorough out the forest. It's good that the animals don't understand English or they might have lined up to follow Washington and the way he made me feel I might have let them.

I went to flip over to give it up the way he likes best. "Damn, sorry, Washington you fucked the piss right out of me. I need to take a leak."

I was ready to turn and walk away when he spoke up.

"Paulo, piss on my asshole, please." I'd often had men ask for me to do specific and interesting things to them before and I usually had tried to please them if I could. Having him ask to get into piss play in such a strange way had my mind instantly floating in golden wonderland. I have never had a hard time pissing with an erection or in front of others, but it had been twenty years since I pissed on anyone I wanted to give him what he wanted.

He went to his knees with his hands on his cheeks spreading them so the stream would hit directly on his hole, I took one look at his asshole winking at me and let go with a steaming stream of piss that I'd been holding since Eric had knocked on the door hours earlier. I can't tell you how he felt other than that he kept saying, 'Yes, Paulo. Please keep pissing, Paulo. I love it, Paulo. Please, more. Paulo, Paulo, Paulo, Piss in me."

I couldn't believe what he said, piss in him?

I had heard of guys doing that but had never thought about it or had the desire until he made the request. My stream of waste was almost down to a dribble when I rammed my cock into him and gave him the last few spurts and drops of what he had requested.

Slamming into his wet cheeks and fucking a squishing ass were new to me, I wasn't crazy about getting my piss down my legs but it felt great to fuck through piss and master his clenching asshole. I love hearing him scream out the pleasure he gets from my cock and alone in the forest he let go with it so loud I was afraid we would be heard miles away at a campgrounds that held overflow from the town's few motels and hotels. Mostly it was parents that had brought their kids back to college for the fall with a few siblings. He didn't have to ask, I fucked him twice shooting what felt like the biggest load I have ever given him and as my cock began to recede gave him two more small squirts of piss.

My plan had been to fuck him and maybe get fucked myself. He had tried getting my ass ready to take his cock and we ended playing in piss? Life is never quite what you plan.

"Washington, we are going to have to talk about this."

"Fucking in the forest?"He slid a hand into my shorts and stopped me from going any further.

"You know what I'm referring to." Even with his fingers playing at the entrance to my ass I wanted to discuss, PISS.

"Screaming that I love you to all the animals and telling the world that you are the greatest fuck I've ever had?" We were both partially dressed and had started walking back towards the truck. His shorts were soaked, I could see that the piss had drained down until it covered his balls and inner thighs.

"Why are you making this hard? Piss!"

"What is there to talk about? I enjoy piss once in a while. You didn't seem to mind pissing on me or fucking me and getting your own piss on you."He seemed to be slightly embarrassed although he was speaking like piss was no big thing for him, I was glad to see that. I hoped that I had read his desires correctly not pushing him too far in the direction I wanted.

"Why have you waited so long to let me know about this. It's been twenty years since I pissed on somebody, Do you really enjoy it in your ass?" I was hoping that asking me to piss in his ass was a true desire not just a one time thing because he was feeling the heat on his hole, I was thinking that it would be a natural direction for us to head..

"I've only had one person that was able to piss more into me than you did. It was a little messy, but the heat when I released that piss was unbelievable. I lost a huge load without either of us touching me. I don't know if that would happen again but I want you to do it.

"That guy also liked to piss on my cock. That was okay, better if he aimed at my balls." I wasn't going to let him think I thought there was anything wrong with what we had done or were discussing.

"You know we have a big back yard where we can do anything that you think might make you happy? I don't know how to say this but I want to piss all over you, not to humiliate you, there is just something about covering a person in piss that sounds so sexy and intimate." Admitting this to Washington was the first time I had ever told anyone that I wanted to piss on them since I was on the bus in the second grade and told my friend that was what I wanted to do to him as I pulled out my few inches and wet his shirt and pants.

"Does that mean you would let me drink your piss?"My cock instantly stood as hard as possible and pushed my shorts out. "I see the Intern likes the idea."

"Washington, have you ever?"

"No, but I have tasted a few drops of yours a couple times when I cornered you in the bathroom and didn't give you time to shake it off. I think I want more of it but I don't know how much of a load I might be able to drink."Unfortunately, I didn't have any piss left or I would have let him start learning right then.

"We have made everything we do sexual, reciprocal so far; sure I fuck you much more than I let you fuck me and you suck cock at least three or four times as often as I do"

"And would ten or twenty times as often if you walked around naked at work."He had interrupted me when he spoke. We both laughed at that picture until Gene came into my head and I slapped my hands over my ears.

"My point is that although I have never experienced anyone pissing on or in me, if we start doing what you sound like you want, I want you to try the same with me until I know whether or not I enjoy it." I didn't expect him to tell me to get on my knees but when he did I didn't hesitate, back in grade school I had always been the one to piss not receive..

"Lower your head. You aren't ready for a full load in your mouth but you can taste me when my piss rolls down your cheeks." I hadn't thought he would want to start pissing on my head but as he did I started to leak pre-cum. The feel of having my boyfriend coating me was all that I could have ever asked of the gods. He went from pissing on my head, to my chest and then my cock and balls. I had pulled the waist band out to release my cock when I felt myself drooling. I was close to cumming when the flow stopped.

"Stand up." I didn't know what he was going to do but when he licked my nipples and kept going lower licking up his own piss on the way to my cock and balls I couldn't stop squirming, I needed to cum and wanted to give it to him to wash down the piss.

"Let's go eat."

"Don't you think we should change first?" We were both piss wet. I had dried my hair with my T-shirt and wiped at the piss on my chest he missed but had left some wetness to remind me of what I had permitted my boyfriend do to me. I should say what we did for each other, right?

"You have some scrubs in the truck, we can wear them. I want to go to the Diner."

"I don't think your parents are going to want to have me in their place the way I'm going to be smelling in an hour or so." I wasn't certain I wanted to talk with them since I wasn't happy with the way they had left the shack after their supposed exorcism. That they had failed was on them, still I knew they would want to chase Angelo if they ever learned he had escaped them along with the Pobo.

"I really want some of Jefferson's Fried Chicken. We haven't been out there on a Sunday for a while. If you think you are going to start smelling too bad we can sit in the back room and I'll do the serving."I generally give him anything he wants, we were off and at the Diner in less than ten minutes.

"Look at me, Washington. Is there any of your piss dripping or sitting where your parents are going to see it?"

"Come here." He licked at my jaw.

"I think that is the last of it." I steeled myself, the way I do when walking into the surgery. He wouldn't be telling them he had pissed on me and if I started to stink I had made him promise to get me out without having to hug his parents. I walked through the dining room to an alcove in the back, away from the other diners with my head high thinking that less than a half hour earlier the beautiful man beside me had his cock out of the scrubs and was washing me in his waste. Too bad, people, he's all mine. And I'm going to cover him in my piss before the night is over.

"No coffee."

"What?"

"Drink lots of iced tea, I want you ready to return that shower I gave you." The smile on his face when he said that made me want to kiss him. This may be a one time thing, but I hoped that we both learned if we enjoy piss and make it more than that. I knew I would let him piss on my head again.

"We better watch out or we're going to turn into pigs."

"No, this is going to be a sometime thing. I enjoy it but I don't live for it the way I live for you to fuck me." I was glad to hear that, although I wondered what it would be like to have a boyfriend that would be willing to drink my piss every day. We didn't say a single word about work over the fried chicken dinner, I had gone twenty-four hours not being called into the hospital, that was the first time in at least three months and I relaxed while we ate

Washington went to pay the bill. He told me that he wasn't bothered by the smell although I might be embarrassed if I got too close to his parents or any of the other diners. He brought back a large paper cup of tea and we exited out a side door laughing at the thought of what we had just done.

"If you keep feeding me tea I'm going to be flooding the truck on the way home." I knew what he was up to and had to tease him.

"Don't do that. If the pressure gets too great tell me and I'll drink some on the way home." Damn, I love him. This was the perfect topping to what I had considered a beautiful relationship. We tried talking about anything without liquid, I wanted to get my mind off the need building in my bladder. There was a police car on the road ahead of us so I couldn't even try speeding.

"Do you think he would know what was happening if I tried sucking your cock while we follow him?" Washington had my cock out of my scrubs and was playing with my balls. His tongue would have felt great.

"He might wonder where you went. I'm pretty sure he can see there's a passenger in the truck." We spoke about tickets we had received for a few minutes and finally I could see the turn off for the shack. The police car made the turn ahead of us, it was the first time I had been visited by the police while living there. Suddenly the problem with Gene came flooding in. Were we in trouble? I knew the judge held a lot of power in the city, but would he risk being involved in his son's troubles when his own misdeeds could come to light?

"Dr. Alvarez?"

"Yes."

"The hospital has been trying to reach you all day and sent us out as a security call. You are supposed to call a Dr. Thomas." The policewoman stared at Washington who was half undressed with his erection poking at the scrubs he wore. I had a moment of pride and jealousy before I told her that I would call the hospital as soon as we went inside. She looked at me strangely, I guess she heard the 'we' and wondered what that meant. I'd had my phone with me but when I looked the battery had died.

She was back in the car and backing out of the driveway when I told Washington to hurry to the backyard. I was ready to bust open. I know holding it in too often is not good, unfortunately doing surgery I often held it for six hours or more. My scrubs tangled around my feet and almost sent me to my face but I was able to catch myself on the rear corner of the shack. A few steps further was Washington, waiting on his knees with his head bowed.

"Sorry, love, I won't be able to control this at all." The piss flowed down over his face, he was holding his mouth open and licking at the sides of his mouth until I slowed down and was able to direct the flow. "Where do you want it , love?"

"In my mouth, your piss tastes almost as good as your cum." That was all he got out before he began gulping to swallow what was pouring over his tongue. There was more than he was able to swallow and the piss showed in wide streaks as it flowed down his chest into his crotch. As it slowed he closed his mouth around my cock head and swallowed everything I had left to give him.

"Go make the call while I use the hose to wash off." It was rather prescient that he was choosing to wash off, the hospital needed us both. There had been a shooting in the parking lot wounding the two doctors that were walking into the hospital to start the evening shift. The police had arrived in time to wound the shooter who was waiting for an operation, Dr. Thomas was the lone doctor on duty and needed the help. He told me to find my own operating room nurse.

"Get dressed while I wash off the stink." I really wouldn't need to wash if he was going to be with me in the OR, but I decided that just in case, I should be hygienic and scrub.

"I had planned on getting one of your best blow jobs this evening. I wonder who was the ass that did this." Washington knew what I was saying and dove onto my cock the second we got in the truck. He was licking cum off his chin when we pulled in to the barricaded parking lot. It was worse than the call had suggested, two dead bodies and a couple bloody doctors greeted us before we ever made our way into the hospital. The EMT's were helping out in the parking lot, one of the policemen looked like he would be in the ER and OR before too long.

"We're headed straight to the changing room and clean room, if you see a charge nurse let them know I'm ready to operate. The anesthesiologist is here if he wasn't one of the wounded" I would be given what info I needed while in the clean room scrubbing my hands and nails.

"Paulo, are you sure you want to save the patient?"

"Of course I do. Why would you say that?"

"It's Gene." Washington didn't look like he was in any hurry to get to the operating room.

"Saving the ass's life twice in a month? That is almost more than the Physi-cian's creed demands of me. Still, I have to do my best." I walked into the OR without any rush, if that was the cause of death I would feel bad but how bad can you feel for someone that is trying to blackmail you. A scuzz that had been raping a boy I liked and had raped my lover years before I met him didn't deserve my training but I had steeled myself to save him. I would do what I could.

I won't go into the details, but he had been shot five different places by the police. He had been given blood but was losing it as fast as it flowed in. I went for the worst of the wounds first, he had been fortunate it had missed his heart but had hit the aorta so he was in trouble until I had it fixed. It was a few minutes after he was stable and waiting for the other wounds to be repaired that it dawned on me that my supervising surgeon wasn't with us. If anything went wrong the hospital and I could be sued for millions, with what had occurred in his previous room in front of his parents I am sure someone would sue.

After four hours I was too tired to do more for Gene. I could tell that Washington was pleased that the man was less than half of what he had been, two bullets had hit him low, one cutting his cock in half and the other damaging his balls. An orderly had taken him to the recovery room and I was changing out of the bloody clothes when another patient was wheeled in. Without another doctor with me there was nothing I could do. He was dead before I was able to open his chest to find the bullets that had hit his heart.

Another patient had died while waiting for the operating room. Five hours after entering the hospital I was sewing up the least wounded of the hospital staff. Dr. Thomas had saved two lives and lost two, one of the living was Judge Tanner who Gene had shot twice in the chest and once in the head.

We were half undressed in the changing room when Dr. Thomas walked in.

"I had thought there was something going on between you two. I hope you're happy." He patted Washington on the shoulder and me on the head. I hadn't expected to get caught with Washington in my arms leaning against my chest exhausted from the time in surgery. I was so tired that having him in my arms had not even made me hard, a first. I guess a second, really.

"When matters settle down here I'll have you out to the house. You might like my brother and his lover, they are staying with us until their new house is built." For an older man he was doing well, he was still standing unlike me. I had never been invited to his house before, it was a treat saved for the most senior staff.

"Washington, I hate to say it but if you need fucked this evening I suspect you are going to have to spread your cheeks for the Pobo."He gave me a small grunt. It was good that there was relief at home when things got bad. I doubted that either of us was going to have the energy to do much other than accept one of the spirits. I had suggested that Washington was going to have the first shot at the Pobo. While driving home I thought I might just be ready to try the spirit myself but I knew that my lover would need that cock more than I would, anyway Angelo would be waiting for his chance to get cum.

"Dr. Alvarez, Judge Tanner is waiting to speak with you in the Board Room." It isn't often that a board member directly communicates with the doctors so I was sure this was not going to be a good start to the day. I took the time to visit the most critical of my patients before heading up the stairs to the administrative offices. What Washington had told me about his mother and his paternity was in the fore of my thoughts, not the way his son treated Teddy and other boys.

"Please have a seat, Dr. Alvarez." The judge wasn't alone at the board table. I didn't know either of the other two men but I would have guessed they were lawyers, if not for the hospital the Judge's personal attorneys. Judge Tanner had recovered from being shot by his son and was back to almost normal, he had a slight halt to his speech but otherwise you wouldn't know anything had been wrong.

"Last month you heard and saw allegations against my son and myself by the supposed victims of various crimes. Everything you witnessed was staged, none of it is true."He had started in a way I wasn't prepared to hear, but I had thought what I should do if this were to come about.

"Sir, I am not a specialist when it comes to video recording but I am sure of what I witnessed on the video. I doubted the story of you being as bad as your son until I had a statement from a victim presented to me."Washington had pressured his mother into giving him a notarized statement as to his conception.

"Judge, perhaps you should allow us to talk with the doctor." One of the men had put his hand on the judge's arm to hold him down.

"Really there is not much to talk about. Your son was shown the video of him raping a twelve year old because he was threatening to blackmail me. You are admitting that not everything people say happened might be the truth, so if your son tries to speak publicly against what he says he saw there is twenty times the evidence you saw yesterday that will show his true character. I don't know if any of the judges you had drop charges will come forward after that but that possibility is something you have to live with."I didn't take possession of any of the other tapes showing Gene raping Teddy, but we had a copy of them delivered to Leo who had rented a safety deposit box for me.

"I am going to have you fired for showing that filth to my wife."

"Do it and I will have the state judicial review board hold a hearing on your conduct, personal and judicial. You may have power in this town, but I have a second cousin that sits on the judicial board."He probably was closer to a second cousin twice removed but I wasn't telling.

"My only crime has the statute of limitations pass long ago." He looked so smug sitting between his lawyers.

"That may be true. My cousin says that they have changed to looking at the time of the crime in reference to the time judges are elected when removing them from their Seat. Now didn't you father Washington your second term?" He seemed shocked that I knew who his son was. The three of them talked among themselves before turning back to me.

"Dr. Alvarez," it was the lawyer I thought must work for the hospital, "sex in the hospital between members of the staff is a serious breach of your contract. I will have to suggest to the CEO that you be relieved of your duties."

"You certainly have that right. I will contest the allegation. I will ask for a public hearing at which I will destroy any witness you think you have." I got up to leave.

"Dr. Alvarez, please wait.

"Gentlemen, there must be another way to resolve this issue." The judge sounded worried.

"Isn't this what you wanted when we sat down?"I was right this had all been his plot to get rid of me.

"Judge, gentlemen, I have a better way for this issue to be solved. First, the judge resigns from the hospital board. Once his son is released from the hospital he is sent far from this town, I suggest at least five hundred miles. The dozens of boys he raped in school are contacted and offered some recompense with the boy on the videos being given the most. The children of the woman or women the judge raped have any college education they wish paid for by the judge, no matter how long they stay in school. If Gene is seen in town I go to the state with all the evidence I have against you both.

"If you agree to this I will not report you to the state judicial board. If you don't I will go for your job, Judge Tanner.

"After I see that the Judge and Gene are following through with their commitments I will submit myself to the hospitals' review board, not bringing in any of the people mentioned in this room today."Washington and I had discussed the possibility that the hospital would be pressured by the Judge to reprimand us and I had agreed that if it came down to it I would be the one to accept the punishment since I was the one that had initiated the act that was at the base of the problem, why had I been so stupid?

For another half hour we threw ideas back and forth. The final agreement was only different in that I had to give the lawyer for the Judge the statement Washington's mother had handwritten and had notarized about how Washington was conceived. It was alright with me, she said she had no desire to prosecute him, she had been give a wonderful child. Washington was already earning his own livelihood so there was no need to have child support, other than the possible college tuition he had nothing to lose.

Dinner behind the shack was common for us as long as we arrived home before the mosquitoes were swarming. That night I was ready to surprise Washington with what had occurred, I hadn't seen him since I was call to the board room. I had the grill hot, steaks marinated, foil wrapped potatoes in the charcoal and a chilled bottle of Tequila sitting on the picnic table when he arrived. I wanted to blurt out the agreement but he pulled me to the hot tub without allowing me to say anything.

"Are you telling me that you want Angelo to suck our cocks?" I was hoping he was, having him in my arms and kissing while we were sucked off was a way that we had both come to enjoy enough that we learned how to call Angelo when we wanted his mouth. It was both nice to see him appear in the water and more than just pleasurable to have him work our cocks eagerly; he was learning a new trick, he would move our cocks together and try taking them both at once or alternate between us. I had gotten over whatever qualms I had about Angelo being twelve when Eric had explained how old he really was.

"Oh, yeah. He and I are going to get you so wound up you're going to be begging the Pobo to fuck you. If that takes the whole bottle of Patron, I'll refrain from drinking." That was a huge concession on his part, Washington loves doing shots of Tequila before getting fucked.

"Love, it's not going to take that much. You know exactly what it takes to get me ready for a cock in my ass. Get me bent over the end of the sofa and warm me up." I had trouble believing I was going to give my ass up to an ancient demi-god yet the idea of all his cock plunging in and out was making me start moving my butt like I was getting a cock while Angelo sucked at our cocks. Washington noticed what I was doing and slipped two fingers into me. That was all it took, I unloaded in the spirits mouth. Angelo remained visible as he finished sucking Washington's cock disappearing just before we were ready to make dinner.

"Are you sure you want to share me with the Pobo? I might turn out like those men that Eric told us about. He might fuck me to death if I get addicted to his cock or he gets addicted to my ass."

"There's not going to be a problem. I am only going to share you once. I want you to know what its like." The grin he was giving me let me know that I might only get fucked once but he was going to have the Pobo fuck him more often than that, how he was going to stop us was not clear.

"I wonder if with Teddy and Eric we could fuck him to death?" It wasn't a real question, I doubted that any of the others would really want to have the Pobo fuck them often enough to start wearing him out. What would that take, anyway, he was a demi-god which should mean he would last all eternity.

The steaks were medium-rare, the potatoes were completely cooked and the corn had been broiled until tender. We shared shots while eating. I think I had about eight before we were finished. Washington left me sitting at the table while cleaning up, it wasn't going to take much from him to have me ready for Pobo.

Teddy walked around the shack, seeing me at the table he came over and sat.

"Paulo, the lawn looks bad, I'll be back tomorrow to mow it. My parents are letting us stay out of school. The house is horrible, everyone is missing Lilli Beth and little Thomas so much. We have had so many relatives staying with us that I have had to sleep at the gas station. I guess that is okay, at least I haven't had any of the cousins or uncles trying to fuck me.

"Don't let that make you think that I have forgotten that you have promised me a night in your bed. I can't say that I would want you tonight. Every time I lay my head down I cry about the lose of my little brother and sister. Is there anything you can tell me that you didn't share with the family?"

"No. We told your parents everything that happened to them both."

"Was she in pain?"

"I don't think so. She was in a coma the entire time between the first operation and the time of her death. The general thought is that patients don't feel any pain while they are in a coma. She may have suffered some pain before she was anesthetized for the first operation but I can't say since I didn't see her before that still most often I would have expected her to go into shock and not feel anything almost as soon as she was shot..

"I am really sorry that she died. Thomas was already dead when he arrived in the operating room, there was nothing we could do for him. I hope your family is able to get past their deaths but I know it will be difficult for all of you, especially your mother."

"She hasn't spoken since we left the hospital. How she threw my father out of their bedroom I'm not sure, but she did and in the near future that is going to be bad news for one of my brothers. I moved what I could out of the house yesterday so unless he attacks me at the garage after work I should be free of my father.

"Lilli Beth's twin, Lonnie is most likely the brother my father is going to use. He looks so much like our mother he could put on a dress and pass. I doubt Lonnie will be too bothered, he has already sucked all of our brothers' cocks. I don't know if anyone has fucked him, none of my brothers ever tried fucking me even after they knew our father was. That may be because most of them are younger but Billy and Hank are both out on their own, living together: they wouldn't let me stay with them, bastards. They yelled at me saying they didn't want a faggot living with them, a joke since they both have sucked my cock and had me suck theirs."

He kept talking without stopping for at least a half hour. Even having Washington give him a hug didn't stop the verbal diarrhea. Listening to him be so blasé about the incest in his family toned down the need I had been feeling for the Pobo. Even with Washington's hand playing between my legs the desire didn't return nor did the erection that had greeted Teddy.

"You still want me to mow the grass, don't you?"

"Of course. You can see that we haven't had the time." It would probably be one of the last times that fall.

"Tomorrow morning, then." With that he disappeared around the shack.

"Want to get in the hot tub, again? Or are you ready to have the Pobo fuck you?"

"Love, I think I just want to go to bed with you. Teddy ruined whatever I was feeling about getting fucked."

"You don't think I can get you begging for it?" I know that was a challenge but I really had lost the desire, even to have his tongue exciting me.

"You would, but I think I would rather just crawl in bed and hold you while I tell you about what happened today."

When he heard that his med school was going to be paid by his father Washington wasn't as pleased as I thought he should be, but I figured he would get over it. He had hoped that I would do worse to the Judge but money and job were as much as I could think of, he was a widower since the day in the parking lot so there was no wife to tell. His prestige would fade as he resigned from the hospital board and his Judgeship. I honestly didn't know how I would ever be able to force him to follow the agreement but I was hoping that he was basically honest.

"Is Angelo licking your balls, too?"

"Yeah, I think this is the first time I have had him try to suck me more than once in a day, you?"

"Other than the night he sucked me while the Pobo fucked me, that was the second time that day."

"Do you think our little boy is getting hornier?"

Both of my balls went into his mouth. He certainly is getting better, just like Washington had said earlier. "You still have a lot of training to do to get him as good as you at licking assholes."

I hadn't expected it, Washington tapped me on the asshole twice with his forefinger. Angelo moved from my balls to my asshole, I had thought he must not have much of a tongue while he was being trained by Washington. I had enjoyed being their guinea pig, any tongue is better than none. There was a problem that I had never mentioned to Washington since they were going back and forth, Angelo's tongue is dry. Although I had thought of him as a vapor there was no moisture when his tongue tried licking or probing, With his being the only tongue I told Washington what was wrong.

"Should I cum on your hole?"Washington was still kissing me as I squirmed beneath the boy.

"Please."

I woke the next morning feeling like my asshole had been sandpapered over-night. If I was going to have Angelo licking me anymore we were going to need to find something that he liked to lick up? I was going to the hospital when Teddy showed up. He was down to his jock strap before I got in the truck. If I hadn't been in a rush I might have given him what he had been begging for, his butt was sweet.

Leo and Eric showed up together the next night. I had given Eric Leo's number

so he could ask Leo about the Pobo. I never expected them to come to the shack together. I was extremely tired, I fell asleep on the sofa, my head on Washington's shoulder. The three that had experience with the Pobo talked until late in the morning, Washington woke me an hour before I was due at work, he had the day off and had promised to weed the flowers.

Sometime after noon Eric had me paged. When I showed up he was talking with a professor from the college about the paranormal. They began grilling me on what I knew about the two visitors in the shack.

"I only have a few minutes. No one is covering the ER. I will be there for the next fourteen hours. If you need to talk call me around seven and if I can I'll meet you in the cafeteria." Before I left I confirmed for the professor that there were two distinct spirits with totally different personalities.

"Hi, I'm going to be with you for the next four hours. The night nurse had an emergency and called off. There is a replacement coming in around eight."

"Great, we can take on the world." Washington and I make a good team. I really liked having him working with me in the ER. It would be unfortunate that we wouldn't get to eat together but that was a small price to pay.

Around six PM Teddy was carried into the ER, my heart sank at the thought of all his parents were going through. He looked like he had battled a dozen thugs, the EMT said his vitals were good so I finished working on a pair of sisters that had been skateboarding and fallen over onto the street. One had a broken arm the other only scrapes and bruises.

Eric I'll be late

That's okay the professor left.

Washington had stripped what clothing was left off of Teddy. He was gently washing away the blood that seemed to be everywhere.

"What happened, Teddy?"

"Your house." He was having trouble talking.

"The house fell on you?"

"No. Inside."

"What were you doing inside?"

"Went for drink."

"The doors were locked."

"Wide open." This was the second time he had told me the front door was unlocked even though I knew it had been locked before I got in the truck. Did he have a key?

We stuttered through another few questions. I wasn't feeling any better about the situation but there weren't any major wounds, the minor ones took less than ten stitches. I had him on saline and an energy boost. By the time I was finished sewing his minor cuts he started telling us what had happened.

"I saw you lock the door when I walked up this morning so I knew you hadn't planned on me going in for a drink. I had the back yard finished and had hosed myself down to cool off. I drank some water from the hose but was still thirsty. I thought about heading to the place I'm staying, when I walked around the shack the front door was wide open.

"At first I was scared to go in, what if there was a burglar or worse inside. I sat by the bushes in the front yard for at least a half hour watching the door but no one came out. Finally I got brave and decided I should go in to see what was happening and if there had been a burglar to call you or the police. There didn't seem to be any thing, I know you have, missing or even out of place.

"I got myself a soda and sat on the sofa."He looked like he didn't want to go on but Washington prodded him to continue.

"I might have napped. It is pretty hot out and I was tired, my new bed is too hard so I'm not getting a good night's sleep where I'm staying. I woke up with 'hands' pulling me to my knees. I wasn't sure what was happening and didn't struggle, I just let myself be pulled up, I was sort of hoping that Paulo had come home early and found me there.

"Almost as soon as I was off my stomach I felt a huge cock sliding into my ass. I tried to say no but my face was being pushed into the pillow I had been using. I have never felt anything that long in my ass. I didn't see it, but I'd bet it was a foot long if not more.

"For the next couple of hours whatever it was that was fucking me flipped me around the room. I got it on my knees, my stomach, my back, both sides, with my shoulders to the floor and over or on most of the furniture. At last I must have passed out as the thing tossed me around. I hit my phone accidentally, I had set it to 911 when I first entered the shack worried about a burglar When the EMTs showed up I was half way out the door with my ass still being fucked. You can ask them if they saw anything but the way they were talking in the ambulance they thought I had gone nuts when I asked if they saw what was fucking me."

"Teddy, I want to do an anoscopy. I know your asshole might be tender but I want to be sure the Pobo didn't do any damage." Having twrelve or more inches of cock in him for as long as he was saying could really damage you.

"You're going to look in my asshole?" I didn't know what he was thinking, was he getting shy or did it thrill him for me to be ready to manipulate his asshole? I can't think that he didn't want me to do it.

"Yes." Washington had brought the anoscope from the cabinet behind the ER nurse's station. I hoped the look of it didn't scare the boy, he may have thought he had a foot of cock earlier but the scope is closer to twenty inches long.

"I don't hurt there at all, Doctor Paulo. But if you want to stick that in me, let's do it."He was grinning as he saw Washington run a sterilizing cloth up and down the length of the scope.

"Turn to your left and pull your right knee up to your chest." I have to admit that getting a glance at his asshole made me hard, I was glad to see he hadn't prolapsed when he had been pulled away from the Pobo by the EMT's Washington chuckled at the Intern entering the room. I let him apply the K-Y, I shouldn't have but Teddy wouldn't care if his cousin lubed him up and I wanted Washington to know that this wasn't a sexual thing for me to be doing even if the Intern was going to be joining us for the examination.

Knowing Teddy's history I wasn't surprised that the first three inches of the scope slid in without resistance. I stopped, not to let him to get used to the scope but to look around inside him, there was no damage to the sphincter or the rectum that I could see. As I forced the scope through the inner sphincter he gasped. At the length he described I was pretty sure I would have to go through the pelvic diaphragm which is easily damaged.

"That feels just like what I had earlier." He sounded pleased but I wasn't sure. The anoscope is more rigid than a cock so it was surprising to me he compared the two, most of the time you need to use a local when doing this exam. You have about two inches of viewing with the scope so I moved it into him gradually. Like most boys his age the anoscope gave him an erection, he wasn't ashamed like many were. I think he wanted me to play with it.

"Doctor Paulo, is this what a dildo feels like?" I wonder why he asked me? Did he think I liked to be fucked?

"Don't ask me, ask your cousin, Washington?"

"I've never had a scope up me, but from what it looks like the feeling should be similar. I don't have any that long, Teddy, so don't ask."

"You have a little, very little bruising of the inner sphincter and a little more at the pelvic diaphragm he must have pounded you fairly hard. Otherwise you survived the wild fuck with only superficial wounds. Stay here for a couple hours and either Washington or I will give you a ride to where you're staying."I hoped it wouldn't ber me, he was in no shape to be taking my cock.

I texted Eric, he was hungry and joined me in the cafeteria fifteen minutes later. I told him Teddy's story, professionally not giving his name. We talked about what had happened and whether it was time to do something about the Pobo living there. Personally, I thought he had more right to the shack than anyone other than possibly Angelo. I would have liked to believe there was a way to confine him to the store room but neither Eric or I had an idea how to do that.

Eric confessed just before I had to return to the ER that he would like another night in the store room after Leo left. He and my ex had started to see what could develop between them, I couldn't see Leo moving back here.

"Good luck." I never believed that long distance relationships had much of a chance. They were only 100 minutes apart but that was still a lot of driving if they hoped to see each other regularly. I hoped that when Washington was accepted to med school that I would be able to find a hospital that was nearby to employ me. It would be good to be back in a city even if I would have to deal with more gunshot wounds in whatever ER took me, with any luck I would be able to get the hours necessary under a certified pediatric surgeon.

"I wanted you to know that it wasn't me that tore up the shack." Leo was sitting on the stone entry way waiting for me.

"I know. The Pobo attacked the lawn boy." Walking into the shack I saw more of a disaster than I had expected. When Eric, Leo and Washington had their encount-ers the demi-god had seemed to respect the shack and not done any damage other than knocking some jars from the store room shelves. For some reason with Teddy the living room was trashed, the pillows from the sofa were torn open and strewn around the room. Teddy had landed on the coffee table at some point and broken the glass top and bent two legs. Anything that had been on the end tables was scattered around indiscriminately.

"Did the boy fight back?"

"From what he told me in the ER there didn't seem to be much fighting, just hard fucking. He did try to get away, though. The EMTs found him half way out the front door, Teddy says the Pobo was still fucking him at that point but the EMTs claim they didn't see anything." I was ready to ask him why he was there when he told me his truth.

"I had come out here hoping to have the Pobo fuck me, again. It was a fuck like I had never had, I said it was as good as your best, truthfully it was indescribable. I remember how you like getting fucked, if you get the chance at having the Pobo fuck you, take it if you haven't already."Leo was hurriedly getting out of his clothes, he must have really wanted the Pobo, he seldom would walk around naked when we were living together. I had always found that strangely modest for a man that always was asking for a third in bed.

"Washington and I have been talking about that. He thinks I should take the initiative and let the Pobo have my ass. After this, I'm not sure I want to do it, the Pobo looks like he is getting more aggressive.

"Want to soak in the hot tub? I'll clean up this mess later." It was late and I had been working too long to want to go right back at it.

"You don't think your spirits will clean up do you?"

"That would be nice, but no they haven't done any cleaning up to this point why would they now?" I thought I shouldn't strip naked to get in the tub with Leo but I couldn't stop myself. He followed suit, he still has a body that I'd love to caress with my hands and kisses.

"Eric told me that there are two different spirits living in the shack, is he right or was that a joke?" Leo had stayed to the opposite side of the tub from me, I was glad; I can resist him but why tempt myself unnecessarily?

"There are two. The one that has been fucking people and a second spirit of a twelve year old boy that does nothing other than suck cock."

"Is he any good?" We had always scored the third in our threesomes on a one to ten scale both on sucking and over all fun.

"About an eight-seven. He has improved in both from about a five-three the first time he sucked my cock." I felt dishonorable telling Leo about Angelo but I had never held anything back while we were together

"If Washington leaves you, there will still be all the sex you can stand?" I knew he was teasing me but I tried to answer honestly.

"Well, the boy still has a long way to go to learn how to make me beg to be fucked. He's no where as good as you or Washington at that."Just the thought of how good Leo had been at licking my asshole made me throb. Angelo had slipped into the hot tub without Leo seeing the vapor that was wrapping itself around my cock and legs.

"Have you ever seen either of the spirits?"

"Leo, when the boy swallows cum he becomes visible. It takes both Washington's and my cum to make him whole. He is a cute little Mexican boy (why they had Mexican servants in the valley during the sixteen hundreds had never been discussed). I haven't seen anything of the other spirit." I was surprised that Angelo was willing to suck my cock in front of Leo but I needed the relief and wasn't ashamed to be getting off in front of my ex.

"The ghost is sucking you right now isn't it?" Leo had pulled his legs back so that he was sitting on them, giving us more room; he looked ready to jump out of the water if Angelo moved towards him. He was staring at the vapor as it gathered in the hot water.

"I should save the cum for Washington but if you want to see Angelo I'll allow him to get me off." Such a sacrifice, I can really be an ass.

"That isn't him?"

"What you see is a shape that turns into him when he swallows and absorbs cum. Since he will only have one load you will only get a dim look but it will be enough for you to see that he is a young boy."

"You always said how disgusting you thought pedophilia is, what changed?"He was pushing back further and was almost to where he could sit on the edge if he wanted.

"Well, he is actually a few hundred years old."I knew it was a rationalization but his age didn't matter any longer. I was cumming hard when Washington walked through the shack to join us. He stepped to the side of the tub. He pointedly gave me a passionate kiss before speaking.

"Angelo, me too." Leo had his first good view of the boy ghost as the top half of his body emerged from the water and he took Washington in his mouth. My lover must have been extremely horny, it didn't take him five minutes to unload shot after shot in the boy.

"Our boy is really cute, don't you agree?" Leo was still sitting on his legs looking completely stunned by what he had just watched. Washington squeezed his balls and fed another good sized drop of cum to the ghost.

"I'm hoping that one of these days Angelo wants me to fuck him." I knew that was probably a perverted desire but if he was going to sleep with Washington and me, I wanted to have the full benefit.

It was only after Leo left that Washington told me that Angelo thought that he would like to be fucked but that when he had been fucked by the Indians it had hurt. How Washington was conversing I wasn't sure, but I hoped he was right when he said the boy had been watching us fuck and thought that we didn't seem to be in pain. When we went in to start cleaning the shack Washington showed me an alphabet board he had brought from his parents. Angelo wasn't very good at spelling but he was able to communicate at a basic level as long as Washington went slow and tried to teach him the words in English, he slipped sometimes and would answer Washington in Spanish so there was a dictionary sitting on top of the board.

"So why does it say Teddy?"

Washington looked at the board and shook his head. "We have never talked about my cousin. I wouldn't think Angelo knows his name and has never expressed an interest."

"After we get this cleaned up maybe you could ask him." I hoped that Teddy hadn't been with both spirits during his wild ride through the shack. I was feeling protective of both boys, perhaps a bit more of Angelo.

Leo helped us straighten out the kitchen, he had never been that good at cleaning up the rest of the shack but he did have a knack at cleaning the kitchen. It was nice not having to clean up in there, once more. The rest of the shack only took us an hour, We threw out the broken items, I had liked the table but not so much that replacing it with something Washington and I chose would distress me. The idea that we were going to start having items we both chose made me stop what I was doing and pull him to the bedroom.

I hoped what the Pobo had done with Teddy had worn him out for the night but I wasn't taking any chances that he would try raping us once we were naked. I had basically forgotten that Leo had gone into the storage room while we were still putting the living room back together. Mostly we would fuck hard, but that evening I wanted more from him. Our passion ran high, I had him beneath me and I didn't just fuck, I made love to him the best I know how. By the time I came in his ass he had given me two loads of cum covering his chest up to his chin. Angelo left us alone and I licked up some of it.

"What was that about?" He looked drained, his cock had shriveled to the smallest I had seen it. If I had left him alone he would have fallen to sleep without moving.

"That, love, was a recognition that as I replace what is broken that I want you to choose with me. We are going to start building a life together. There may be spirits living with us but our love is more important. I want you to stay with me, I know you have to study but I promise to leave you do that when you say you are going to do it. Please move in with me?"

"I'm scared of the Pobo. I don't know that I can live here with the fear that some time you will leave me alone when you are called to the hospital and the Pobo will attack me and do what it did to Teddy."

"I have been thinking about that. You are able to communicate with Angelo. He and the Pobo stay to their own rooms, you might ask him for protection or study in the bedroom?"

"I'll have to think about it, Paulo. I love you and want to live with you but I am not sure I am ready to share you with Angelo and the Pobo. We need to do something about them."

I wasn't going to try another exorcism. "I don't really like the idea, Washing-ton, but maybe it is time that we begin to wear clothing that protects us, something more than a jock strap. Real shorts or jeans?"I was looking around, perhaps I would even wear scrubs, they are comfortable enough to lounge in.

"You would do that just to get me to live here?"

"I would do almost anything to get you to move in." That was the truth, I was breaking my employment contract even talking to him outside of the hospital wearing clothes would be a small sacrifice.

"We have talked about it before, but maybe now is the time for you to give up your ass to the Pobo. I wouldn't want to move in and find out that you want him fucking you more than you want me to." I doubted that could ever happen but I'm sure all the men that had died because of Pobo addiction had thought similarly, how many had been straight before their addiction?. I wasn't sure why but my anger was rising at the conditions he was putting on his love.

"Washington, the next thing you'll be saying I have to suck Gene's cock and have someone else suck mine. It's not like I haven't had lots of experience. I have had twenty or more guys fuck me and I've fucked at least a hundred. I've sucked many cocks and had as many men suck mine. What the Hell are you worried about, I know what I want and it's in this bed with me." I had surprised myself with the vehemence with which I responded to him wanting me fucked by the Pobo.

"But you haven't fucked Teddy or had the Pobo fuck you, so you don't know how you'll feel about them after you take them to bed." He sounded just as angry as me and more confused.

"No, but I have had twelve inches in my ass before and I have had boys that thought they were ready to be men. Don't you understand that I love YOU, not what you do in bed!" That wasn't completely the case, I do love what he does in bed and the Hot tub and everywhere else.

"Prove it. Stay out of my ass for a week."I couldn't believe he had said that, did he really think I only loved him because of his ass?

"That's a stupid way to prove I love you. You enjoy having me in you and giving you pleasure as much as I enjoy being in you. We are meant to be together, not only in bed but at work." I was no longer understanding what was happening, was Washington telling me that he didn't want to be with me for a week? Was there something wrong? Was there someone else that would be fucking him for the week he wanted me to stop?

I left him sitting on the bed and went outside. I don't normally smoke, but I have a pack of cigarettes that I had hidden in the cage that enclosed the heater for the Hot tub that was still mostly full from when Leo moved out. I lit up and walked towards the back of the property, anything to get away from Washington before we started to have our first fight. Looking towards the shack I would see the vaporous form of Angelo perch on the side of the Hot Tub and then disappear. He seemed to be more concerned about what I was doing than my lover. I thought about joining him in the Hot Tub but I only wanted to be with Washington even if Angelo had taken a place in our bed.

I was most of the way back to the shack when I needed to piss. I went over to a flower bed that was all perennials, the flowers had died off for the fall. Although I had told Washington I would be willing to wear clothing if he moved in I was walking without any just like the way we had started the argument that had lead me out of the shack. I aimed the stream of piss into the bushy greens left behind by the flowers only to see Angelo start to appear at my feet.

I was about to aim my piss away from him when I saw that it was making him more visible than swallowing cum had. That was the first time that I saw why the boy had died. I can't tell you why I knew it was a wound made by an arrow, but there was a bloody mark half under his arm where an arrow would have gone straight into his heart. I was glad there was nothing he expected me to do about the wound, if he had he would have been disappointed.

That was the first time that Angelo remained visible for more than a few minutes. He walked with me to the side of the Hot Tub. I wished I could do what Washington had hinted at, but the thought of fucking an eleven year old even if he was really five hundred was enough to keep me from getting erect even though I was watching his cute butt. I had to think about the visibility issue, it didn't take long for me to hit on the most obvious answer. It wasn't excitement. The ghost was feeding on protein.

"Angelo, I know that you have talked about watching Washington and I fuck, with him. I was sorry to hear that the Indians had raped you and that it had hurt you. Is that why you stay away from the Pobo?

"Since we don't have the word board why don't you suck on one of my balls for yes and both for no?"Sometimes I am so damn selfish. True, but I knew Angelo loved doing it.

He moved between my legs and took one ball into his mouth. It seemed wrong having Angelo answering me like that but I was in the mood for more sex even though I was angry at Washington. "Did the Indians damage you?"

He went back and forth three times.

"You don't understand?"

Both balls felt his cold dry tongue.

I tried a number of different ways to get the idea across until finally I pointed at the arrow wound and touched his butt. I had added in a facial expression of pain and an "OW". There wasn't much I could do to signal to him that I wasn't going to hurt him but there was a tube of lube that Washington and I had stashed by the Hot Tub. I globbed it onto a finger and gently worked it between his cheeks until I felt him squeezing down on me. I worked slowly and took as much care as I could until I had two fingers in him. Inside there wasn't much to feel, no rectum walls or colon; my fingers went into open space.

That didn't affect me, I still wanted to slide between his cheeks and poke my cock inside him although earlier I had been turned off by his age. I had been holding him to my chest as I fingered him.

"Pongas eso a mi pinga." My Spanish is mostly useless, but the few kids I had known in high school and college had taught me a phrase or two in case I was ever in this situation. They couldn't have guessed that I would want to fuck a five hundred year old ghost that looked just like they had in junior high. Angelo seemed to understand what I wanted him to do, it was strange to feel the lube smearing up and down with out any pressure.

"Estas Listo?" I wasn't about to rape the boy like the Indians had, but I was serious about fucking him, I laid him on the lounge and lifted his legs. He couldn't reach my balls with his hands to let me know he wanted to be fucked but I knew that he was able to fly out of my hands whenever he wanted. I rubbed the head of my cock at the tiny opening that I thought had not been used since he died, ghosts don't eat so they shouldn't shit. Had he eaten enough cum that he would need to evacuate it? There were signs of panic on his face and what might be deep breathing(?) as I rubbed the head of my cock against his asshole harder.

I backed off.

He didn't like that. The moment I wasn't touching his hole he reached for my cock and aimed it at him again. His cold hand thrilled me, humans are generally warm to hot but this was the opposite and my cock throbbed a glob of pre-cum at his asshole. I thought I heard him say "SI," but I wasn't certain. However if he was trying to tell me he was ready I could only press forward. As my cock head slid in he threw his head back, his mouth opened and he beat on the lounge with his hands, either in pain or desire for more.

I was afraid I was hurting him and stopped pressing forward. A minute later I felt him pressing back. Inch by inch we pressed at the other. All I could feel was the very opening, there were no interior muscles grabbing me or pelvic diaphragm to go through. I fucked him but it was unsatisfying for me. Angelo seemed to be enjoying every thrust as if he was feeling me press on phantom muscles and spots within him. I enjoyed the looks on his face more than the actual fuck. It took me a long time to shoot a load into him, he had started to fade away.

"Piss on him." Washington had come outside and was watching me with his mouth hanging open. My words had brought him out of whatever trance he was in and seconds later his waste was covering us both. Angelo was fully visible except for the fact that you could see my cock spurting volleys of cum deep inside him. I was glad he wasn't hungry for a second or third fuck, I lay back on the other lounge as he and Washington licked at my piss covered body.

"Hey Love. Are you ready to talk?"

"Paulo, I didn't mean to make you angry. But if this is what will happen every time we have a disagreement we need to think about whether we should be together." I knew what he was saying but I let them continue what they were doing without answering him. I was deep in thought when I felt Washington cross my ankles and flip me on my stomach. Some of his piss had flowed down my sides and wet my back, he was after the last of it.

I was laying there quietly when I felt he and Angelo spread my legs. As Washington made his way down my back I hoped that he was over our spat and was willing to fuck me. It isn't that often that once I fuck someone that I want a cock in my ass but the fact that Angelo had been so unsatisfying must have been part of it or it may have just been that make up sex is hot and I wanted Washington to make love to me instead of just fuck.

I didn't believe what I heard.

"Paulo, I'm going to make you scream and beg to be fucked. Then we're going inside and you are going to have the Pobo in your spasming hole." There is no way that I thought he would make me scream for the Pobo to fuck me, but I guess I had not been thinking of the full length of his tongue.

"Washington. I really don't want that foot of cock tonight."

"You want make up sex? Well you are going to be sucking my cock while taking a foot of cock. I don't care what you have to say, he has taken me without my permission just like he took Leo. Now its your turn." He sounded so cold I couldn't believe that he was the man that I love. The instant his tongue began probing me I knew there would not be any way for me to resist his intentions. I just hoped he would put a lot of lube on me before the Pobo entered my ass.

Angelo rolled in the grass like a dog trying to dry off the piss that hadn't been absorbed. It took at least fifteen minutes for him to completely disappear, whether he had enjoyed the piss or not I knew what it would take to see him completely although I doubted I would try fucking him again.

"If you don't start begging I'm going to piss on your asshole!"I couldn't tell whether that was a threat or a promise so I stayed quiet although I was ready to beg for something to fill me. I pushed to my knees and spread my cheeks as much as I could as I felt the heat running down my crack. I had received piss that way once and knew that if he pissed hard and long enough that I would scream. I thought I would be screaming for him not the Pobo.

"Paulo, it's time for you to come inside." He had picked up a towel and was leaving me. I had to decide whether I was going to let the Pobo have possession of my asshole or was going to stay outside where Washington wouldn't finish what he had started. My love of having his tongue in me won, I bent over the end of the sofa after reminding him that I had neither screamed or begged to be fucked, yet. Just another instance of my selfishness.

"No problem, honey, just wait until I get my whole tongue up in you." As many times as he had licked my ass he claimed that he had never pushed more than an inch or so of his tongue in. He also claimed that he would one day prove it to me by sliding in all the way. We had measured how far his tongue would stretch out of his mouth one night while he was trying to tempt me away from an article in a medical journal about abnormal anatomy in mixed race people. I doubted that all three and a half inches would be inside me but thought he might be able to get three inches in if I was well relaxed by the time he tried probing me.

He must have tongued my asshole for the next twenty minutes. I was determined not to beg. I love a tongue in me and Washington was giving me what I wanted more than being fucked. He was probably getting sore or tired, I felt him slide two fingers in beneath his tongue and start too massage my prostrate. That was sneaky on his part, it only took a few more minutes and I was yelling at him to fuck me. I don't think I forgot that he was opening my ass for the Pobo but as I yelled out my need it no longer mattered whose cock was going to be in my asshole as long as it would fuck me hard.

Damn, that is what I got! The Pobo must have been waiting for Washington to move away from my asshole because he hadn't even gotten around the arm of the sofa when I felt that rod of steel enter me. I thought I had been fucked before, there had been men with cocks nine, ten and twelve inches that had taken my ass but the Pobo was stiffer than any cock I had taken. I felt it slide through every closure of my system, few men slide through the pelvic diaphragm without stopped at the closure waiting for you to adjust, Pobo went the entire way in.

I was yelling. I had planned on having my mouth filled but Washington had lost a load while preparing my asshole and it was empty. I like hard fucks, twice I have had a man fuck me so hard that the bed has crashed to the floor. Neither of those had been as hard as the Pobo fucked, the sofa slid across the wood floor until it was against the exterior wall having crushed the new end table.

I worked my ass on the cock as hard as I could but I didn't know if I would be able to stand a fuck like he had given Teddy. Or Leo. Or Eric. Or Washington. For some stupid reason I was yelling for him to fuck harder and to fill me with his cum. Suddenly I saw Washington stand and start forcing his cock through his fists. I felt liquid shooting in my rectum. Then I felt a shot on the opening but no longer felt the being behind me.

"What the fuck? After that you are smiling?"

"What did you expect, Washington? Did you think I would be crying?" I could have told him right then that if he insisted I would be willing to let the Pobo fuck me weekly.

"Honey? Are you okay?"

"I am fine. Why wouldn't I be?"

"You told me that he had bruised Teddy when he fucked my cousin."

"I may have a little bruising but not enough to worry about. After all he just fucked me once not for hours like he fucked your cousin or Leo.

"Have I proved my love for you, enough? Or is there something else you need me to do?"