Ancestral

Dreamland

I found him in his room. I knocked on his door, “Are you alright?” When he didn’t answer I cracked the door and peeked inside. He was curled up in one corner of his bed, wrapped in a heavy quilt with only his still wide eyes visible. I entered. “Are you going to be alright?” I asked concerned.

“I heard them.” Was his reply. “I can’t believe I actually heard them.”

“Yeah?”

“No! You don’t understand! I heard them laugh! It was creepy as hell.”

“I know, I heard them too, but I heard them three times.” I didn’t understand his heightened agitation.

“I’ve been here five years! I knew there was supposed to be some sort of ghost in the house, but I never heard or saw anything.”

“So? For some reason they never revealed themselves to you. But now they have. I know it’s weird but…”

“I didn’t just hear them. I felt them!” He had true terror in his eyes.

“What?”

“One of them was in me, giving me that massive boner. It was like my body wasn’t my own.”

I was stunned. “Do you think…?”

“He was using my dick to pleasure himself. I could feel how good it made him feel, and all he wanted was to fuck you and be fucked by you.” He seemed to be apologizing as he said, “And that’s all I wanted too.”

“Did it feel like he wanted to hurt you? Did it feel evil”

“No,” he thought for a moment. “Just horny, like the guy inside you.”

“What!”

“The other one, you know, the one that gave you your boner.” This seemed like the most natural observation in the world to him, but I had never had a sense of being entered or possessed or anything like that.

“I just got a boner because I think you’re hot. I don’t need a ghost to explain that.”

“All I know is that it wasn’t you the spirit inside me was interested in. he was hot for his lover and he felt his lover to be in you.”

“You felt this?” I paused as he nodded. “What else could you feel?”

“Nothing specific, just a presence, and I guess an identity.”

“Were there names?” I was hopeful that his insights might help us identify the ghosts.

He hesitated for a moment as I saw him looking inside himself for answers. “No words, but I think I can see their faces. At least I think I could see the face of the one who was inside you. The one in me was so focused that I think I caught a glimpse of his lover as he saw him.”

“What did he look like?” I pushed him to go deeper but he was still a bit shaken from the whole experience.

“I don’t…I can’t…” He looked at me pleadingly. “I don’t want to think about this right now.”

“I understand.” I capitulated hesitantly. “It’s getting late. Let’s call it a night.”

“Right, like I’m going to get any sleep tonight.” He had loosened his grip on the blanket as we were speaking, but he now regathered it around himself and scanned the perimeter of the room as if expecting to see ghosts in every corner.

I tried to encourage him. “You’ll be fine. They are only in the basement; I’ve not heard of anything on this level. Have you?” He shook his head but still looked dubious. “Besides, I’m right next door if you need anything. My door isn’t locked, just come in if you need to.” I gave him a quick hug for comfort and said Goodnight.

He nodded and muttered a weak “Goodnight,” as I left.

I also found it hard to sleep. There was still a lot to think about. Earlier I had thought that the fact that the boys in the basement had died while fucking was our big take away for the night. Now I was more inclined to believe that the fact that they would allow or even invite you to join in their fun might be more significant. As I reviewed my experiences with them, I realized that every time I got near them, they had touched my sexuality without me even knowing. The first night I had been drawn into their excitement, only to be interrupted by the rising sun, and tonight, If Ben was to be believed, one of them had actually entered me and given me a boner. Unlike Ben, I wasn’t frightened of this for some reason, just curious and intrigued.

While I lay pondering these things, I heard a light tap on my door. Ben stuck his head in and whispered, “Are you asleep?”

“No,” I said, “Come on in.”

I scooted over a bit and patted the space I had created for him. He only hesitated for a moment before sitting beside me. “There’s more to it than I told you,” he said sheepishly, avoiding my eyes.

“Does it have to do with the fact that you’ve never had anal sex before?”

His head snapped up so quickly I thought he must have given himself whiplash. “How the hell…?” He was caught off guard by the candor of my question but could see that there was no malice or teasing in my eyes, only understanding. “Is it that obvious?”

“Not really.” He dropped his head and I reached over and brought his eyes back to mine. “You’ve got to remember that I am a bit older than you and have a lot more experience. Plus, even though we’ve only known each other for three weeks, we have a pretty open sexual banter going on. I’ve made no secret that I find you attractive, and you have had fun teasing me about that, but have never shown any interest in acting on it. Maybe I’m just not your type, or maybe the thought of a full-on sexual relationship with another man is still frightening to you.”

He stammered a bit, struggling to find something to say, but couldn’t.

“The thing that really gave it away was when I asked you earlier about the longest you had ever fucked. You changed the subject way too quick and were hesitant to join in the traditional bragging match that that question often elicits.” He relaxed a bit when I told him that, so I continued, “Don’t worry. A big good-looking guy like you, everyone assumes you are having as much sex as you want when they’re not looking.”

“I guess.” He seemed dejected. “I just…It’s just kind of embarrassing. I’ve never really found anyone I want to go there with. I’ve jerked off with buddies, and even done some blow jobs on hook ups, but it just never felt right to go further.”

“Then don’t.” I put my arm around his shoulder and said, “You’ll know when it’s right. You’ve been doing what you should be doing, trusting your instincts. Don’t let anyone shame you into doing something you don’t want. I learned that the hard way, but that’s another story.”

“Can I…? I’d feel safer sleeping in here tonight. I’ll just spread out on the floor and…”

“No, you won’t. You’ll sleep in the bed with me.” His eyes betrayed that he had wanted to hear just that. “No arguments, go get your pillow and get that sexy little ass of yours into this bed.” I winked at him but assured him, “Don’t worry, I won’t try any funny business…unless you want me to, that is.” He smiled and ran back to his room, quickly returning and climbing under the covers.

I rolled over and draped one arm over him, and he snuggled himself against my torso. It wasn’t really spooning, but he seemed to need the reassurance of physical contact, and I had no problem offering it to him. The only problem I had was trying to get to sleep with the monster boner he had caused me to develop. I tried to avoid touching him with it, but he kept inching closer and closer until the side of his hip was firmly pressing against my undeniable excitement.

“Me too,” he whispered, guiding my hand to his crotch, and moaning when I made contact. He was finally relaxed and beginning to nod off. “This is nice,” he managed. “Thanks for letting me…” and he was asleep.

I had to admit, it was nice, just enjoying the nearness of his body, his calm breathing and warm touch. I kept my hand where he had placed it until he grew soft, then I moved it up to his chest and allowed myself to relax as well. As tempted as I was, I kept my word and didn’t take advantage of his trust. Instead, I kissed him lightly on the cheek and, whispering, “Sleep well,” allowed myself to follow him into dreamland.