Ancestral

Theories

Before sitting down, Andi poured herself a drink to match ours. “How can I be of assistance, Miss McFiercesen?”

“Ben has finally experienced the ghosts,” Miss M. stated. “And it seems he’s not limited to just hearing them.” She turned to me and said, “Joey was just about to give me the details. I thought you should hear as well.” They both looked at me and waited.

“Umm…Ok…” I wasn’t sure where to begin. Even though Andi already knew the earlier events I decided to start at the beginning to bring Miss M. up to speed. I warned them that a lot of the stuff was pretty explicit and they both gave me a look that dared me to come up with something that could shock them. From the four A.M. jerk off session to Ben’s memory lapse in the basement and my vision of the arch, I moved on to this morning’s sex dream and reach-around and this afternoon’s waking vision. I did my best to include the various levels of sensation and perception, and I also voiced my confusion when I wasn’t sure if something was real or imagined. The only thing I left out was the knowledge that Ben was still an anal virgin.

Miss M. listened intently, making eye contact, and encouraging me with nods and a few vocal cues. Andi, however, sat perfectly still with her eyes closed, as if she were watching my experiences being projected onto the insides of her eyelids. When I finished, we sat in silence for a moment until Andi stirred, and asked, “Both times you saw through the eyes of the same spirit? How did you know the other was Ben?”

“I don’t know,” I stated honestly, “I just knew.”

“And you never felt like you were being possessed or invaded? Even though the spirit was using your body for his own sexual gratification?”

“Nothing ever felt like I stopped being me. I don’t know of any memory lapses, although, how would I?”

“But Ben did stop being himself, it seems, and he did feel violated when the spirit entered him.” She thought for a moment and continued, “Curious. And why after all this time? Why so long for him to even hear them?”

“I had a thought about that, but I don’t think I can share it with you. Ben hasn’t given me permission and I know he’s sensitive about it.”

They looked at each other and smiled. Miss M. volunteered, “You mean you think it’s connected to the fact that he’s an anal virgin?”

My jaw dropped. “But how…?”

Miss M. just laughed. “You figured it out in only three weeks. We’ve lived with him for five years. Please!”

I chuckled to myself. Of course, they knew. They probably also knew all my secrets too. As I looked at them, their knowing smiles suggested that they were bringing all those secrets to mind right in front of me.

Finally, Andi asked, “So what’s your theory?”

I took a deep breath and began. “I don’t know if this makes sense, but I think that since the ghosts are all about fucking, the fact that Ben had no experience there meant that they had no way to connect with him. It wasn’t until he and I entered their vicinity together that they were finally able to find a way in. It’s clear that the ghosts love each other very much, and my theory is that Ben may have a secret crush on me and that was enough for the ghosts t latch onto. I mean, it’s no secret that I’m attracted to Ben, so if he feels attracted to me, we would share the same emotional dynamic as the ghosts. I also think he may have run away, not because of the ghosts, but because he still isn’t ready to enter into an emotional relationship. I think the realization that he could fall in love with me scares him and that’s really why he left today.”

The others sat in stunned silence for a moment, until Andi whispered, “That makes so much more sense than what I was thinking. I was wondering if you two might be the reincarnation of these two ghosts, but how could that be if their spirits are still trapped on this plain? I thought you might be having flashbacks, but now it seems that the ghosts are telling their stories by allowing you to see their experiences. My God, What a gift!”

“It may be a gift, but to suddenly find myself covered in my own cum in a public place…Well, there can be drawbacks.”

They both laughed at this. Miss M. joked, “You’re just going to have to start wearing a condom all the time.”

“Either that or Depends.” Andi added viciously.

To which Miss M. responded, “Oooh, I wish I’d said that.”

“Ha! Ha! Ha!” I mocked. “Very funny. But I still don’t understand why Ben feels violated by the spirits and I don’t.?”

“Aaahh,” Andi interjected. “I can see two possible explanations for that. One grows out of your theory. Perhaps the fact that he has never allowed himself to be penetrated physically has psychic ramifications. Allowing another person to enter your body requires emotional and psychical preparation. Having never done that inner work, the spirit’s entry may feel like rape for him. The second possibility is simply that you have a psychic gift that he doesn’t, or perhaps that he as a specific gift you don’t. It seems you’re gifted to be able to see through their eyes and feel their feelings as your own, but you don’t know exactly where or who they are. He seems gifted with a kind of locator skill. He can find their locations and differentiate between the various personalities even without seeing or hearing them.”

“So where do we go from here?” I asked

Andi suggested, “I think you still need to draw Helmut out and see what you can find from him. Remember, for me it’s all conjecture. I have no experience with them, and I believe Miss M. has only heard them making noise.”

“True.” Miss M. added. I’ve only ever heard them. I never got caught up in their excitement like you did a couple nights ago.” She sighed and looked at Andi, “It’s true, my life is so boring. I need a man, but they’re so much work. A dildo’s much easier, just rinse it off and throw it in a drawer when you’re done with it. Why can’t men be like that?” We all had a good laugh. Miss M. confirmed that she would give me a tour of the basement mid to late morning, and we headed our separate ways for the evening.

Back in my room, I decided to shoot off an e-mail to Ben. I asked if he was ok and said I understood if he needed space to be away from here after his unexpected encounter. I also made sure to tell him that this morning’s playtime did not place any obligations or expectations on him, and I would think no less of him should he decide he didn’t want to be physical again. Most of all I told him how much I missed him and hoped I’d see him soon.

When that was done and the house was dark, I snuck into his room and found his cum stained shorts from this morning. I took them back to my room and placed them on my pillow, burying my face in their salty musk. The scent was both intoxicating and relaxing, and I was soon asleep.

I was being held down by my father and my uncle. By now I didn’t even fight back, there was no point. My pants were forced down around my ankles and I was draped over my uncle’s lap. My father had tied my hands and was kneeling in front of me with his face close to mine, forcing me to look into his eyes. I knew the routine all too well. His hand would remain over my mouth as long as there were men to fuck me. And as long as they fucked me, he would continue to tell me what a worthless piece of shit I was. He would tell me how he never wanted a little fag like me, and if he had known, he would have killed me at birth. He told me that once there was no more money to be made from selling my ass, he was going to slaughter me and feed me to the pigs. He wanted to see the pain in my eyes every time a new dick forced its way into me. Once the men who had paid to fuck me were done, he and my uncle would take turns fucking and beating me. Then they would leave me in the old unused barn to recover or die. They didn’t seem to care which. This, however, was the last time. He didn’t know that yet, but when this was over, I was going to run as far away as I could get. He had taught me that there was money to be made from dick, and without him knowing, I had been making a little profit of my own. I had saved up enough for a train ticket to the east coast, and I was never coming back. He could rot in Hell for all I cared. I felt my uncle spread my ass cheeks to show off my hole. “Who wants to be the first one to ram him hard?” He said to the assembled men, “Just fifteen bucks!” I heard a man step forward and slap his money down on the table beside me. “All yours cowboy. Enjoy the ride!” And as his unlubricated dick ripped into my ass, I sat bolt upright in my bed, trying not to scream.