In the Neon Mist

OK. What you’re reading could, and probably will be, censored, concealed or omitted from record somehow. If you find yourself reading this by accident or have randomly found my journal: Please. Stop. If these words are on your phone, tablet or screen, click away now. Trust me. Your life may depend on it, such is the reach of the Dark Rainbow. For those of you brave, or dumb, enough to continue: OK. That’s on you, but you do so at your own risk.

My name is William ‘Will’ Harper and this is my story, my side of everything that happened.

So I suppose every story has a start. My involvement in all of this, my place in it’s dark and whispered mythology began on a hot June morning in the Hamptons. I’d lived in the area all of my 25 years. My parents had died when I was nineteen. A car accident. The outpouring of love, help and general got your backness from my friends, their families and neighbours kind of got me through: My best friend Scotty’s Dad hired me for his removal and house clearance company. My friend Katie would drag me out of bed on the mornings I didn’t want to wake. An array of middle aged ladies, friends of my mother, cleaned, cooked , gardened and prayed for me as I adjusted to life without Mom and Dad, without a family. With the job from Scotty’s Dad, Bill and a small life insurance settlement, I was able to finish University and get a job as a junior writer for the Hampton Herald, graduating to a Senior writer within 2 years. The Herald had finally closed last week, its editor blaming the diminishing returns of print journalism.

So here I am. A rural house clearance way outside of town. The property was isolated, lonley in a sea of forest. I didn’t even have to ask Bill. He heard I was out of work and offered me my old job back until I found something else. He’d kind of been an honorary Dad and Scotty ,a kind of Brother. Grateful didn’t come close. It wasn’t investigative journalism, wasn't where I wanted to be but it paid the bills. Well, some of them anyway.

“OK, OK, guys I want this done quickly and efficiently” Bill was in his mid to late fifties. Broad shoulders, Strong, furry arms and a commanding presence, his big body clad in a lumberjack and jeans.

“What time are we due at the next job” Scotty asks, checking his profile in his phone.

“Put that thing away, Scotty you vain little shithead. You and Will focus on the attic and upper floors. Joon, Devin I want you working up from the Basement. Everything and I mean EVERYTHING is skipped on request of the owners”

Bill had told me and Scotty that the contract had come with the oddly specific instruction that nothing should be removed or recycled, only junked on site. It shouldn’t be a problem: The house was covered in Ivy, windows smashed. Anything of any real value, would have been long gone. We’re standing together outside the truck surveying it, Scotty still looking into whatever filter he was applying to himself. It’s a shame. If you were to remove five or six years of neglect, the mess of vines and creeping mould, it would have been an awesome example of the shingle style architecture that defined many of the homes here, all sloped rooflines, ornate balconies and wooden porches.

“It’s kind of beautiful, right?”Devin and I had been friends since third grade. He was a thinker, intelligent and confidently cool. Cooler than me. His black skin was already covered in these little beads of sweat. Devin had recently married his childhood sweetheart, Kele and had twins, two girls:

“What you think Joon?”

Joon was heavily unimpressed. At only 18, he was the youngest and newest amongst us. His Mom was friends with Bill’s wife and he was there as a reluctant favour. His family had relocated from Seoul when he was ten. It took us a week to realise he spoke fluent English, broken but skilled. He just wasn’t interested in us enough to engage. He had quit college and met a girl. His Mom refused to consider him leaving home until he had a job. This was it. He’s wearing only a white vest, his musculature is incredible; a huge rounded chest, a tight little bubble butt. His biceps would shock me sometimes if he was lifting something heavy, his slim frame disguising his rippled athleticism. Despite his disinterest, Joon pulled his weight, did what he was told. His head snaps back , jerking a strand of floppy, jet-black hair from his forehead:

“Whatever. Let’s get started”

“Always a pleasure, Joon” Devin mutters it under his breath to me, grinning and I can’t help but smile.

“OK, Shitheads. Let’s rock and roll!”Bill shouts cheerfully, locking the truck as the five of us make our way to the house across a dead lawn.

The smell of mould and decay was heavy. Each pad of our boots on the hall carpet generated a cloud of spores and settled dust. There was absolutely no structural damage to the interior, the place was just rotting. A large carpeted staircase leads to a wide landing above. Several blooms of mushrooms, fungi sprout from the stairs. Scotty and I go straight up leaving Devin, Bill and Joon downstairs. Boxes and debris bags had been set up by Bill the previous day. A generator powered two separate lights. One in the basement. Another in the kitchen, it’s windows covered by knots and tangles of vines.

“The skips are at the rear. Let’s appraise the area and go from there” 

Appraise the area?Scotty had a way of using my introverted nature to bolster his own confidence sometimes. He was an awesome friend but could be a massive dick at times. It would have been pointless reminding him he’s not my superior. Not anybody’s superior. Maybe a big part of our friendship was that he knew I wouldn’t tell him so.

OK, so I had wanted to fuck him so bad in school. Everybody did. Scotty was the ultimate boy next door. His body was the stuff of high school legend, chiselled abs, incredible chest, movie-star looks but his ass! This guys ass was a thing of beauty. Even now, years later in a pair of frayed 101’s it was fucking perfect; thicc, inches away from chubby but sooo pert and buoyant.

Scotty was, as with most gay school crushes, straighter than straight. He tore through the female population at school, inclusive of a librarian and maths teacher, with a ferocity he maintained to this day, showing no interest in men, then or now, especially his enduringly nerdy best friend. As the years rolled by after graduation, Scotty’s complete infatuation with himself wore down any real attraction outside of thinking how good this dude must look naked.

The landing leads into three rooms. Each was sparse. A bed, minimal furniture, and mould covered bed linens, clothes. This wouldn’t take long if.....A brittle smash echoes throughout the house.

“You had one Job, Devin!!!” Bill is as tough as old boots but it’s rare to hear him so pissed.

“I gotta see this” Scotty’s delighted with the fact that somebody apart from him was in trouble with his Dad. He speeds down the stairs as I follow. There’s arguing coming from the Basement. Scotty tugs open the heavy metal door. He’s visibly surprised by its weight as he pulls. We descend the stairs into the most unexpected, surreal space. The basement is completely metal aside from a tiled floor. Four huge, steel storage units line the far end of the room. A metal island in the centre of the room is half covered in glass containers, dusty test tubes congealed with dried fluids, the other half is on the floor next to an irritated Devin.

“If Joon was looking where he was going, I wouldn’t...”

Joon looks at the floor, avoiding eye contact. He looks weird. Like he’s deep in thought.

“Devin. Shut the hell up. Will, go to the truck and grab a box of masks. I don’t know what this shit is. Could be hazardous.” Bill throws me the keys across the room as Devin and Joon bend to collect the debris into boxes.

“What the fuck is this place, Dad?”Scotty asks curiously

“A place we need to kept emptied by Three. Assholes and elbows people!”

I race to the truck, snatch a box of safety masks and pull the big metal door as I return to the basement, the stairs creaking underfoot. What was this place? A lab? I place the box on the metal island it’s former contents cleared into boxes on the floor. Scotty and Devin head up the stairs with two of them, full to the brim with junk. Joon hands me a box and I walk to the storage units at the end of the room. A dim light flickers inside as I approach. The property hasn’t had electricity for years. Was this run by some type of emergency generator? The handle was icy cool. It was some sort of refrigerator. A burst of freezing air, released itself from containment as the rubber seal sucked open. Three stainless steel canisters sat alone on a frosted-over shelf. I turn to check out if Bill and Joon were seeing this shit.

Bills shirt was completely open. Joon was topless. Bill had him in what I, in that moment thought was a headlock. My brain was struggling to work out what was happening in front of me.

I just couldnt mentally process it for a second. Were they fighting? They were fighting, right? unclothed because of the heat? It wasn’t a headlock or a sudden fight: Joon’s tongue was wriggling on Bill’s left nipple, pink and hard. He holds the younger man into his furry body, his eyes are consumed by him. Joon’s saliva had matted the thick chest hair that surrounded it. His eyes looking up, thirstily into those of my best friend’s Dad. Bill is mesmerised, he pulls Joon up and lifts him onto the metal island by his waist. Once seated Joon wraps his legs around Bill, standing in front of him, and they start to kiss. Its hard and desperate, a raw, sexually charged Locking of mouths, interrupted, only by their tongues tangling passionately over their lips.

Joon’s hands are running through the fur on Bill’s thicc-ass chest and he’s moaning in quiet delight as Bills’ tongue starts to consume his neck. Do they know I’m here? What the actual fuck?

“Fuck me, Bill” I hear Joon whisper it into Bills ear, seductively as Bill pulls off his shirt, unclasps his toolbelt.

Bill has never given the vaguest hint of being gay, bi, experimental anything other than being a fucking sitcom Dad. His marriage to Scottys Mom was cute, undercut by faithful, genuine loyalty, love and respect. This wasn’t just weird it was batshit crazy! Bill hurriedly pulls his pants down, impatiently struggling to pull them over his dirty Timberland boots. His loose fitting boxers slide over beefy thighs, thick with body hair. His cock literally springs from the elasticated waist. It’s big, uncut and thick, twitching with a unrestrained urgency.

“Yeah, Joon. You want this in you?”

“You gonna put in me Bill? I want it in me”All of Joon’s effortless cool, his unbothered, persona was gone, abandoned to this uncharacteristically slutty, whorish demeanour. He moans and writhes on the metal surface as Bill pulls trousers over Joon’s steel-capped boots. His hands mauling the soft, hairy flesh of Bill’s chest.

“Mmmm Fuck me, boss”

Bills hands pull down Joon’s tight white jockey shorts in one aggressive pull, leaving them tangled around a single boot as his employee slides back onto the Island, his tight, naked form squeaking over the cool metal, his legs spreading to a degree I didn’t think was possible. His dick is hard, and slicked with evidence of his new sexual infatuation with his boss, clear fluids dribble into the small thatch of wiry black hair that surround his cut, pulsating length. When Bill climbs on with him, I realise I have to say something right?

“Guys. What the actual fuck are you doing. Scotty and Devin are....”

“Will, get over here, I want both of you. I wanna cum in you both.”

They had repositioned themselves so that Bills naked body is lying flat, his back squished against metal. His ankles dangle from the edge, feet pointed in the throws of ecstasy. Joon, easily a third of Bill’s body size, had crawled on top of him. His back arched slightly, so Bills monstrous boner could slimily tease the space between his ass cheeks. Joon wriggles on top of him, kissing, teasing Bills hungry tongue with his own. He starts to hump on top, stimulating, promising anal as Bills veiny length slides back and forth over his crack. The milky hue of Joons peachy, wet ass was punctuated with deep pink marks as Bills big, calloused hands grabbed and snatched handfuls of its flesh into greedy fingers.

“Bill. How would Barbara feel about this, or Scotty?” I’m at a loss. This is beyond a headfuck. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t getting hard in the midst of my panic: The sight of this athletic Korean kid, his pale skin, his muscled athletic body contorting against Bill’s tanned mounds of flesh, the thick mess of grey body hair was an image I’d never forget. I watch as Joon slides his smartphone across the steel. Holding the phone above himself and Bill he starts recording himself tonguing Bills Hairy Chest, wrapping its glistening pinkness around his nipples with a playful glee, staring into it temptingly.

I start to feel strangely conflicted. Should I try to....stop them, get Scotty? A growing, newly corrupted part of me can’t help but watch them. Bill guides himself into Joon. He consumes his cock with ease, I see Bills veiny thickness slide balls deep into him. The guys core muscles were insane. He starts to swivel, circle downwards into each deep thump. Bill’s huge, hairy balls slapping the smooth, porcelain of his bubble-butt. As joon rises and falls, each muscle, each component of him works to allow him to power up and down at the speed of fucking light.

“Joooooooooonnn!”

“Mmmmmmmm mmmmmm mmm”Joons groans are soft, sung almost.

Devin and Scotty’ footsteps are on the stairs, they’re talking about the game tomorrow. It takes a second when they enter for it to sink in.

“Wait what?” Devin was where I was at 5 minutes ago. Bill and Joon didn’t even look up. After a second Scotty lunges at them, throwing Joon to the floor. Bill simply tries to get to him, dick still twitching over huge hairy balls. A primal need to be back inside him overriding all else. He’s ignoring scotty who’s physically restraining him, Holding down his Dads naked body, pinning him to the steel. Id never seen Scotty so enraged.

“Dad what the fuck are you doing, Dad look at me. You fucking a fucking dude behind my Mom’s back? What the Fuck?”

Scotty is livid, confused. Bill turns to him and leans in for a kiss. Scotty pushes his chest away from him, horrified then stops, kind of pauses for a second. It’s like he’s reconfiguring, reassessing his rage. His eyes spark and he begins to slowly caress Bill’s chest, playfully squeeze his nipples. He leans into his Father’s kiss, letting his wet tongue into his mouth as they begin to kiss, Bill’s hands pulling at the buttons of Scotty’s shirt so ferociously that they are popping off and plinking onto the metal.

I need to go. Now.

As I’m about to do so I feel Devin’s hot tongue curl onto my neck from behind me, he’s pushing his denim covered stiffness into my butt, hands squeezing my hips.

“Devin, what are...”

“Shhhhh, Will. Mnnmmmm”He bites my neck as Joon clambers back onto the raised Island to join Scotty and his Dad. Bills sucking at his son's nipples now, on his knees tearing his shirt off, Joon positions himself on his belly next to Scotty, pert ass in the air. He takes the tip of Bill’s dripping length, gummed in clear pre-cum and begins to suck. Bill roars in ecstasy.

Like Scotty, I’d always admired the way Devin looked. He was 6’2, handsome, a light smattering of stubble and short free-form dreads that hang over his deep brown eyes. I turn into him, and in my shame, accept his curious tongue, letting him explore gently until I have the confidence to meet it with my own. I find my hands pulling his tight-fitting T over his head. His body is ripped. Hard and ready. His defined chest gave way to abdominals so chiselled that they gave Scotty a run for his money. I run clammy hands over his chest, slide them down his taut abs. His trousers are open, he’s conveniently commando, so I take it in a shaking hand. It’s huge. Stupid huge. Nestled in a bush of wiry black tangles. My grip becomes firm as I squelch it up and down his length as his jeans fall slowly over his long, hairy legs. A spool of pre-jizz drips from my fingers to the floor:

“Yeah mmmmm. Will, suck me bro. Please.”

I look into his eyes as Joon, whines in pleasure behind us. All I can hear is licks, slurping and moans. He pulls my T- shirt over my body, unbuttons my shorts. I’m losing myself to whatever dark, heightened lust had consumed us all. He hard-pulls my shorts and my underwear down to my ankles in one swift wrench. He’s looking into me intently as my fingers brush over the black curls of hair that dapple his pecs:

“Please, Will”

I cascade to my knees. I massage his huge helmet with a slow, considered tongue before I take as much of its length as I can. He glides in and out of my mouth, thirstily, our eyes focused on the others, full of a pent up explicit desire that had never existed before this moment.

“Mmmmm Devin” I suck a while longer, before I gag on the sheer expanse of it; Devin’s sticky man-juice spluttering from my mouth and back onto his rock-hard, glistening black cock as I lean in to suck again. He starts to pump my mouth, gripping handfuls of mussed up blonde hair and violently slamming my head into his fullness. After a while, a hand softly strokes my chin, guides me back up to his deep, soulful kisses. Black hands on my pale pecs, turning my nipples back and forth like little screws.

“Mmmmm Dev”

He looks into me with intent and then across to the metal workspace behind us, following his gaze I turn : Scotty, Bill and Joon are all on their knees, entirely naked. The were in a three-way embrace, with both boys tongues lashing around in Bills mouth as they meet his, and each others, with a desperate, dirty fierceness. The squirming mass of their three bodies was gorgeous: inpatient hands, entwined tongues, twitching cocks. It had an intoxicating allure rather than a sense of panic or wrongness now, I felt my own dick convulse involuntarily just looking at them as a fluid, hot desire filled my body. Devin’s hands arecsqueezing my rump, seductively each grasp informing me of his need for me, for this. I lead him to the work station by his throbbing errection fastened in my gentle, wet grip. We climb on with the others. Scotty is immediately on my mouth, my dick in his hand

“Mmmmmmmmm”

“Yeah Bro. You want to fuck?"He’s wild, intoxicated, animal.

“I wanted you a long time, Scotty”

My hands sail over his pecs, big, thick and wet with Joon and his Dad’s saliva as we devour each other. I cup his smooth nuts before starting to yank his slippery rigid meat, one hand reaches for that ass.“Scotty”It’s sooooo smooth and plump . My hand meets another as it slithers to his opening, fingers entwining on the dewy skin of my best friend’s butt. It’s Devin. He’s pulling Scotty’s cheeks apart with one hand, guiding his slicked cock into his hole with another. I grab Devin’s sticky, viscous cock and help him guide its rigidity into Scotty. Behind me I feel the sensation of thick hair brushing against the skin of my back. It’s Bill. Big hands on my hips, his light belly podged into my back.

“You want me in you, Will?”

“Yeah Daddy mmmm” I moan it into his sons hot wet kisses as Devin starts to move in an out of him.

“Awwwmmmmmmmm”

Seeing Scotty so sensual, feeing him shudder in ecstasy against me, as Devin’s huge dark length plummets deep inside of him, was the most intense pleasure I’d ever experienced before. That was before one of Bill’s big hands slides around my body, starts to toy with my nipples. Before I feel his drooling cock teasing my hole, letting thick viscous fluids lubricate me. Before Joon squeezes his head between the sandwich of me and Scotty. Starts to sluttily wriggle a tongue over our compressed boners. Starts to suck. Hard.

“Ahhhhhhmmmmmmm”

The pleasure is indescribable.Bill was fucking me like an animal. Deep but rapid plummets into a place in me that is dirty, euphoric, overwhelming. I look down at Joon. Our eyes meet as he has mine and Scotty’s cocks in each of his hands under our two sets of smooth, bouncing balls. He’s pushing the heads together, they're sliding, slithering wetly over one another; pressing, tingling. He maintains eye contact until he plunges both of us as far into the back of his throat as he can accommodate, moaning and murmuring as he starts to tug on his own oozing dick.

“AWWWWwwwmmmmmmaahh” I’m on fire.

There was no before. No after. Nothing had ever existed outside of this raw, carnal ecstasy. The basement fills with constant multi-layered moans, Bills deep growls, Joons high pitched exhilaration. Scotty and I moaning gutturally as our tongues knotted into the other. Because of the metal walls it creates this dark, bizarre acoustic that soundtracks our sleaze, somehow turns the noise back in on us. All I can hear is our potent, loud pleasure.

Scotty’s delirious. The devil’s in his eyes. His body is pounded into mine by Devin, mine into his by his Father, Bill’s big hairy nuts banging against my pert, ravenous ass. “

Awww Will Yesssssss. I wanted this so long, man” His voice is high pitched, he’s moaning like a child. Id never seen him so exposed, it reignited something I hadn’t seen in him for years.

“Me too, can you fuck me, Scotty?" I bite his wet, lower lip as I ask

Yeah, I want to get inside you, Will" 

Before we resume kissing, I catch a glimpse behind Scotty, Devin’s head is thrown back, he’s covered a sheen of glistening sweat as his muscular body gyrates and thrusts into my sleazily grateful friend, his moans echoing in my mouth.

I wasn’t going to get fucked by Scotty. We were too deep in this now:

Devin was the first in a chain reaction of gratification:

"Awwwww Scotttttyyy, Yeah, man. Take my load. Ahhhh"

Scotty squeals in pleasure, I hear Devin’s load overspill from Scotty’s ass, splatter into the metal as Bill cums in me. Scotty and I Gaze into each others eyes, breathe each others breath until we cum simultaneously, our twitching cocks pumping huge creamy-white spools of cum into Joon’s gaping mouth, his expert tongue licking our helmets in unison as he moans into our twitching rods, his own juices flowing from his dick beneath us, between us. I watch as our loads waterfall from his pink, wet lips. All you can hear is heavy breathing, exhaustion.

I remember the before. Me, my two friends. Bill and Joon. What the fuck had just happened? I was the only one amongst us that was gay. The room comes into focus, I half remember the job, why we are here. Bill is looking at his own naked body, his flaccid dripping cock in confusion, before he starts searching for his clothes. His big naked, furry body in only a pair of dirty work boots was so fucking sexy moments ago; Now it was kinda sad, grimly comical as he avoided eye contact with us all and starts to dress. Devin’s hands are over his eyes. Joon just looks desperately embarrassed. Scotty and I are still embracing as everybody else is recoiling in horror. Our eyes meet a final time, poignantly somehow, as we separate.

We leave the job. Nobody speaks. You can practically hear everyone’s brains trying to process just what the fuck had happened to us as the truck rumbles away from the house.

Why had four heterosexual men randomly and without provocation engaged in an orgy with a gay man?

The answer would change my life forever.

I didn’t know it at the time but we were already on their radar.

They were coming for us.....

To be continued..