Ancestral

Long Distance

The room was dark.  I was drenched in sweat and breathing hard.  The clock read three fifty-three.  I was wide awake, and way too upset by the dream to even think of going back to sleep.  I couldn’t bear to even stay in bed.  I got up and hit the bathroom again, but this time I headed straight for the kitchen after.  I was surprised to find Helmut sitting at the breakfast table wearing nothing but a jock strap, eating some fruit.  Evidently, he felt better, because he looked up and smiled.  “They wake you up too?”

“Second time this week.” I said sitting across from him and grabbing some of his grapes.  “The last few days have been intense.  They keep showing me things.  Things I don’t want to see.” 

“Yeah, they can be pretty insistent.  Sorry I was so gruff earlier, I was still feeling like shit.  I know that’s no excuse, but…”  He popped a strawberry into his mouth then pushed the bowl of fruit to the middle of the table so we could share.  “And I really am sorry about last night.  To be honest, the interview was a disaster and I couldn’t face coming back here.  I couldn’t face the anger and disappointment in Phil’s eyes, and all the reminders of the life I had, the life I could still have if I hadn’t destroyed it.  So, I did what I always do when it’s all too much to bear.  I made it worse.”

He fell silent and we sat together allowing the quietness and darkness to enfold us. After a few long minutes, the stillness was disturbed by a quiet bump in the basement.  We both looked up in unison.  The door to the basement had somehow come unlatched and was slowly swinging open with a soft creak.  The faint sound of distant voices rose from the basement, punctuated by the occasional giggle.  We looked at each other and he finally broke the silence.  “You wanted to know about the ghosts…”

I took a deep breath and swallowed.  “After what they just showed me, I don’t think I can handle any more tonight.”

“You’ll have to tell me some time, I’ve never seen anything, just felt them, and it’s always been fun.”  He looked at the door and jerked his head towards it, “A little fun might take your mind off whatever it is they showed you.”

“You go ahead,” I said, taking some more grapes, “I’ll keep my distance tonight.”

“Suit yourself,” he shrugged, getting up and disappearing into the basement.

I could hear the voices, indistinct and distant, and I soon began hearing Helmut’s moans of pleasure as well.  He was getting what he wanted, I guess.  He was a sexy man, and I had been fighting a boner since I walked in on him practically naked.  The sound of his pleasure tipped the balance and the boner began to win, creeping up my leg and pitching a tent in my shorts.  I leaned back in the chair, stretching out my legs, and watched as my boner released itself from its captivity, and sprang out of my fly to full attention.

I didn’t touch it.  I didn’t need to.  It felt so good just getting hard.  I closed my eyes and listened to the delicious sounds emanating from the basement.  I could distinctly hear Helmut’s moans, and even his breathing.  I began to visualize him in my mind.  I could see him draped over something, offering me his ass, reaching back to spread his cheeks for me.  I wanted to taste that ass so bad.  I imagined drawing closer and smelling the mingled aroma of shit, piss, and musk.  I allowed my tongue to outline that tight little pucker, and a loud moan cam from the basement.  Helmut was having as much fun as I was. 

By now my dick was rock hard.  I imagined rubbing it up and down against his crack and could feel the warm hairy hole begging to be filled.  My balls ached with the desire for release, so I imagined pressing gently but firmly against his pucker and slowly sliding in.  From the basement I heard a stifled cry of mixed pain and pleasure so strong it made me open my eyes.  I could hear Helmut, lost in his own sensations, whimpering, and begging for more.  “God, yes!  Deeper,” he pleaded.  Looking at my dick, it was still hard and throbbing, but I could see a distinct indentation encircling it at exactly the spot I imagined his sphincter to be.  Was I imagining it or was I feeling it? 

I lifted my hips and thrust in deeper.  The indentation moved lower on my shaft, and I heard a distinct gasp from Helmut.  “Oh God!  Yes!”  His voice echoed in the basement and was quite distinct in the kitchen.  I lowered my hips until the indentation was just below my dick head, and suddenly raised my hips again, but quickly this time, and hard.  Helmut practically screamed in the basement.  I could hear him cover his mouth so as not to wake up the whole house.  Then the swearing began, “Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuuuccckkkk!!!!!”

I began pumping my hips up and down, riding the invisible ass that seemed to hover above me.  As I did this, I closed my eyes and could see the back of Helmut, still wearing his jock strap, with a dick sliding in and out of his hairy hole.  It looked like the same dick I had seen under the pier.  I pulled it all the way out, and sure enough it was uncut and smaller than mine.  Helmut’s response was immediate and intense, “More!  Fuck me!  God!  Fuck me!”

I obliged, sliding the dick that was and wasn’t mine back into his hungry hole.  The response from the basement was again instant.  “Oh God yes!”  and he trailed off into unintelligible babel that seemed to consist of every imaginable swear word.  I grabbed the seat of the chair with both hands to brace myself and began pumping in earnest.  I would occasionally peek to watch the indentation as it moved up and down my shaft, but mostly I watched the tattoos on his back as he writhed in pleasure and broke into a sweat.

It felt good to fuck.  I had to admit that he was right, this was taking my mind off the dream.  I focused on how good it felt and allowed my hands to explore his chest and torso, tweaking his nipples a couple of times, which elicited some satisfying squeals, but I could not get near his dick.  Something already had a hold of that and was also pumping for all it was worth.  I returned my focus to my own pleasure and could feel the climax approaching.  After just a few more thrusts, I drove it in deep and felt the fire in my balls explode. 

I opened my eyes to watch the eruption, but as soon as the milky fire forced its way out it evaporated into a kind of fog.  It was a huge load, and I should have been covered in warm sticky cum, but there was no residue, nothing.  It was only after I had pulled out that a final drop of cum managed to escape and roll down the shaft of my softening dick.

“That was pretty impressive.”  Andi was standing in the kitchen doorway, arms folded across her chest, quietly watching.

“Shit!”  I jumped up startled and embarrassed, quickly stuffing my dick back into my shorts,

She just chuckled, “Don’t worry Junior, I’ve seen it all before.”  She sat at the table, and thinking, continued, “But I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything quite like that.”  We could still hear Helmut in ecstasy in the basement and she asked, “Were you fucking him?”  I nodded.  “Good for you Hun!  He may be an asshole, but he is a hottie.  So, who’s fucking him now?”

“I don’t know,” I muttered.  “I think he’s doing the fucking right now, or something, I couldn’t get anywhere near his dick.”

She chuckled, and with a conspiratorial grin suggested, “Let’s go see.”

We were an unlikely pair as we quietly descended the stairs, she in her granny robe and fuzzy slippers, and I with my semi-hard dick still making the front of my shorts stand out.  We only went part way down to try to avoid interrupting, and what we saw amazed us.  Helmut was indeed fucking some invisible hole, but he was in a position as if he were draped over another man’s body, and no part of him was touching the floor.  He was literally levitating about six inches off the ground.  We could also see his ass being compressed and released in a rhythmic manner as if someone were standing behind him and continuing to fuck.  I could just make out that his dick was no longer bound by the jock strap he was still wearing, and I was sure that if I got closer I would see an indentation on his dick that would be similar to the one I saw on mine.

After a moment, we crept back to the kitchen.  “As I said, I’ve never seen anything like it.”  She smiled at me, “Do you still hear the voices and the laughter?” she asked.

“Of course.  I’ve heard them constantly since before I saw you.”

“Interesting,’ she admitted.  “I’ve only been able to hear Helmut this whole time.” 

“But you saw…?”

“Oh, yes, I saw.”

“What brought you down here?” I asked.

“I was already awake, always am at four, and I heard Helmut scream.”

“Oh.  Sorry, that was me.”

“No, I’m pretty sure it was Helmut.  You have very different voices.”

I blushed and looked down, “No, I mean it was my first real thrust into his ass.  I made him scream.”

She smiled and patted my cheek.  “I’d say you were a naughty boy, but I always loved it when my Daniel made me scream.  Such memories.”

She turned to leave but I called her back.  “Wait, you won’t believe what they showed me in a dream tonight…”

“Tell me later.”  She continued without turning.  “I’ve seen enough for one night.”