Night Terrors: Manley Paint

Three Days Later

The stranger watched hungrily as the two young men made their way around the corner toward him. The dark-haired one in the lead walked with a confident swagger, wearing a red and white letterman jacket and tight black jeans. The stranger couldn't tell if the jeans were right because they were so inky, like they were new and unwashed.

The second was also in the same kind of jacket, but his jeans were white, his hair was blonde, and he was skulking like he was afraid of getting caught. At one point, the blond stopped and quickly turned around at some noise. The stranger saw how well the youngster filled out the back of his jeans and knew that this was going to be fun. “Come on, Todd!” the dark one commanded and he backtracked to grab the arm of the blond and pull him forward.

Todd saw the stranger and balked, causing the dark haired one to get jerked back. “There's someone there, Mark? We shouldn't be here. There are keep out signs everywhere.”

“I knew he'd be there,” Mark said, yanking the other one forward. “Stop stalling, and come on.” They continued their way to the back door, where the stranger had neither moved, nor made any attempt to hide the fact that he'd been checking them out the entire way.

“Here for me?” the stranger asked them as they approached.

“Nope,” the dark haired one said quickly. “Kyle told me about you. Are you here every day?”

The redhead from days before who squirmed and squealed as the ghost worked him over was the reference for these two then. That meant both of them would have button fly jeans on. “Always,” the stranger replied. “Which one's going in first?”

“We're not going in together?” the blond asked.

“I'm not doing this with you in the room,” the dark one replied. “You wait here with the perv.”

“The perv?” asked the blond. “What the hell is going on here? Can you please tell me what's going on?”

The dark haired one ignored his friend and walked in, closing the door behind him. “He doesn't like you very much, does he?” the stranger asked,

“He's my best friend,” Todd said. The stranger snorted.

“Alright, how did you two get here?”

“We came in my car,” Todd replied. “Why?”

“No reason,” the stranger said. He'd known these two all of a minute and he already knew Mark was using Todd for his car. The fact that Todd was staring longingly at the door and not even trying to make eye contact told the stranger that there was a minimum of idol worship going on between the two boys, and possibly even a crush. The stranger hoped it was a crush. That would be hotter.

“I still don't know why the hell Mark would drag me out here,” Todd said.

“There's a ghost inside who will get you off if you wear what turns it on,” the stranger told him. “Your buddy Kyle did it the other day, and now that guy's getting the treatment.”

“No, seriously,” Todd answered, “why are we here?”

“That wasn't a joke,” the stranger said, making his voice lower and more stern, hoping that it would bring Todd back to focusing on him.

“Ghosts aren't real,” Todd snorted. “There's no real proof that they exist. They're only the product of peoples' overactive imaginations.”

“Todd, look at me,” the stranger said, making Todd snap to attention and actually see the man next to him. “Ghosts are very real,” he said, plunging a hand through the wall and then pulling it back out. Todd's expression was blank.

“Nope,” he said after a moment. “That was some sort of a trick.”

“You really think that?” the stranger asked. He placed his hand on Todd's chest, allowing it to be solid. He gave him two small pushes, and then let his hand pass through the boy.

He shook his head. “This isn't possible,” he claimed, the stranger standing with his arm through Todd. “Ghosts can't be real.”

The stranger sighed. “Fine then, someone who can do what I just did without being seen is inside, and is going to bring your friend Mark to orgasm, just because he's wearing button fly jeans.”

Todd paused. “He dragged me out here for some strange woman to get him off.” There was a look of dejection on his face. “Oh, and that's why he wanted to go in alone.” Another pause. “That's why he told me to wear my 501s?” the blond asked. After a few seconds, he sucked in a deep breath, finally realizing what was going to happen to him when his friend came out and it was his turn to go in.

The stranger laughed. Then he became invisible and floated through the wall to watch the show inside.

^^^

Mark

After I ditched Todd and went into the factory, I propped apiece of wood against the handle to keep him from following me in. His fucking lost puppy act would make me soft. I headed quickly to the middle where the chair was, though chair was a loose term, as it was more of a bent bench, barely was wide as a guy, with no arm rests, just a place to lie back. I stood there and looked around, wondering how long it would take. Turns out it didn't take long at all. I felt a light brush against my bulge, and looked down to see the flap covering the buttons on my fly lift up. The ghost must not have been able to tell by sight because of the dark color. Following the check, the rubbing started in earnest, and I was getting hard inside my tight black jeans.

I reached down for the top button to open them and get my dick out, but my hands were pushed away, as I felt a face push against my lower section. Hands were moving up and down my legs, and I realized I probably didn't need to be there, as long as the pants were. This ghost was all over me, making me wonder if she'd ever played with black jeans before. There was a definite desperation to the rubbing.

I was done waiting, though. “Get my dick out or I will,” I told her. There was a pause, but then the top button popped open, then the second. She took her time, making sure to press and slowly tug as she opened each one. When I was fully opened, her hand went inside the boxer briefs I was wearing. It was strangely hot watching the bulge move around on its own as she stroked my cock inside my underwear. The grip was a bit tighter than expected, and every once in a while, the movements would show a good relief of the hand shape inside. My suspicions were aroused, but not as much as I was, so I let her continue.

The underwear was pulled down under my balls, releasing my cock to smack against my stomach. After a couple slow strokes, she re-buttoned the top button so my cock and balls were sticking out the fly. A tongue moved up the underside of my shaft, from the base to the tip, lapping at the slit when it got to the end. I moaned. That was what I was after. My moan started her sucking in earnest, and damn was she good at it. At one point, I looked down to see the indent from her lips going up and down my dick, which was something I'd never expected to see, but I was into it, especially with the feeling that came along with it. Her hands were moving up and down my hips, stroking the jeans, which was fine as long as she kept sucking.

“God damn you're good at this,” I told her. “Do you fuck, too?”

In response, she pushed me back to the lounge chair. I took the hint and lay back, letting her work my pole for a little longer, and I could see wetness building all over it. Then I felt legs on either side of me. She was standing on the floor, straddling the slim chair and me, and I understood why this particular seat was chosen for this area. It was the perfect height and width for this kind of fucking.

My dick was good and lubed up with spit, so I wasn't surprised when a tight ring touched the read of it. What did surprise me was the tightness of it. It widened as she slowly slid herself down, but I could tell quite quickly it wasn't a vagina. It was her ass. “You like it in the back door, girl?” I asked, which was met to a slow slide downward, plunging me completely inside. The suspicions that had started before became stronger, and I still didn't care. “Ride it, girl,” I told her, and she obliged. I reached forward to try something, and it worked. Her hips were grabbable, which was perfect for me. They were narrow, though, and now I was pretty sure I knew what I was dealing with.

As I used the ghost's hips to move it up and down more aggressively, I looked straight up. To my absolute lack of surprise, the guy from outside was standing on the catwalk, looking down at me. I grinned up at him and fucked the ghost harder. He mirrored my facial expression when he saw that I liked being watched. He bit his bottom lip as he put his hand down the front of his pants.

A mischievous look crossed the man's face and he pulled his hand out, waving it once as if he were brushing something off the air between us. The ghost came into view. My suspicions were realized when I saw the skinny pretty boy riding my dick. He looked about my age, and was movie star hot. I didn't even pause fucking him, as I said, “I can see you now, boy. Ride it harder.” The voyeur's jaw dropped, but he shook it off, getting even more into the show.

“You think I couldn't tell it was an ass I was plowing?” I asked the air. “Not the first fag boy I've fucked.” With that, I stood up, holding his hips so he'd stay on. He wrapped his legs around me and bucked as he leaned forward to kiss me. That wasn't happening.

“No kissing,” I told him, turning back to face the bench. I turned him over, so he was on his hands and knees, ass in the air, and laid into him with all I had. For the first time, the ghost allowed himself to make noise of his own. He was loving it. Looking up I could see that the stranger loved it as well.

His whimpering was escalating and he started to tense on my dick. I knew he was close to cumming without even touching his dick. He screamed out as jet after jet shot from his dick onto the bench, and his orgasm squeezed my dick so perfectly that I started shooting. “Take that load!” I called out, still fucking strong as I nutted in his hole.

Out of breath, but quite satisfied, I pulled out of him with a pop. He quickly turned around and cleaned any lingering cum off my dick with his mouth, then he slowly put my dick back into my underwear and buttoned me up. “You were pretty good,” I told him, and he smiled with a twinkle in his eyes as he faded from view. “Did you like that?” I asked up at the stranger. He wasn't there.

“That was very well done,” he said from close by. He was about ten feet away on the ground floor behind me. “I had no idea you liked guys.”

“I like to look at girls,” I told him. “But I like to cum more. If a guy wants to make that happen, fine.”

“What about getting fucked?” the guy asked.

“Hell no,” I replied. “It's all about my dick getting attention. If that's not what's going on, I'm out of there.”

“Fair enough,” he said. “Shall we let your friend play?”

“Yeah, but keep the ghost invisible. I don't think Todd could handle doing shit with a guy. He's too straight-laced. It wouldn't be proper.”

The stranger laughed. “Maybe,” he said. “People can surprise you sometimes.” He walked toward the door and I followed. He pulled the piece of wood off the handle and walked out, me close behind.

Todd was right on me with the questions. “Are you ok? I heard screaming.”

“That's what sex sounds like if you're doing it right,” I told him. His eyes went wide and his mouth was hanging open. “She's good and ready for you,” I said, giving him a little shove toward the door.

“Wait,” the stranger said. He pulled the letterman jacket from Todd's shoulders and tied it around his waist, making sure it covered his butt. “Whatever you do, keep that sexy ass of yours covered. You're not ready for that ghost.”

I glared at the man. There was a ghost that would fuck a guy in the ass? Sick.

Todd gave a small confused nod, definitely not understanding what was being implied, as the man pushed him the rest of the way inside, then pulled the door shut.

“I'm surprised you sent him in alone,” I remarked. “Aren't you going to go watch?

“Yeah,” he responded, but barely.

“What is it?” I asked him, now scared.

“Nothing,” he said with a puzzled look on his face. “I don't know why I just did that. It's not like me.”

“Watching me fuck that ghost wasn't like you?” I asked him, but he shook his head.

“Protecting your friend's honor like that isn't like me. I don't know why I suddenly cared about his feelings. Normally, I'd let him wander in blind and watch him take it up the ass. It would be so hot. Am I growing a conscience? Gross.”

I snorted at that. “Completely repulsive,” I agreed. I looked back at the door. “Still, when he's not being all uptight about following the rules and doing what's right, there's something about him you can't help sticking your neck out for. Don't tell him this, but I could have easily gotten here on my own. I brought him so he could have this, too. He mopes a lot when he thinks I'm not looking. I want to expand his life a bit, help him loosen up, you know?”

The stranger looked out over the open vista. There was a dirty river just past the back fence, and beyond that, the interstate rose on massive columns, like a dinosaur crossing between us and the city beyond. Some people would call it ugly, but it was a scene of beauty to me.

“I wish I had had someone like you in my life when I was his age,” the man said wistfully. “Maybe I would have been more well adjusted.” He shook his head. “Enough of that sort of talk. If things hadn't happened the way they did, I wouldn't be here today – young and pretty and ready to fuck. Want to go a round with me?”

“Nah,” I told him. “You're not really the type to accept someone's boundaries, and what you want is more than I'm willing to give.”

“Suit yourself,” he replied. “Do you think he's moved far enough from the door that he won't hear me go in?”

“Probably. Just don't be as bold watching him as you were with me. He'd probably have a heart attack.”

“You wanna come too? You could see how well he does.” The stranger's offer wasn't the least bit tempting.

“I'll stay here,” I said quietly, while he opened the surprisingly quiet door. I laid my head back and tried not to think of Todd being with someone, as much as I wanted him to have the experience. That train of thought just led me to thinking about him getting a girlfriend and leaving me behind. I squeezed my eyes closed, too late to stop the single tear that escaped.

I went back to the car so I wouldn't have to hear.

^^^

Todd

I stormed toward the center of the building, not sure why I was mad. It had started as a small spark when the stranger had told me exactly what we were here for, and grew steadily as I thought about Mark being in here having sex with someone. I hid it from him, though. I always hid it from him went he went too far. I didn't know how he'd react, and that was a mystery that terrified me far more than any ghost might. The constant thrill of being with him excited me, in what felt like every cell of my body. I couldn't risk losing that.

Thinking about letting my anger out on Mark and losing what we had dropped me out of anger and into depression. I didn't know what to do. I wanted him to slow down and stop doing things that would get him in trouble, but I had no idea how to stop him. I was lost in thought when I nearly tripped over the lounge chair. I knew it was the right place, since there was a wet spot on it, like a puddle had been cleaned up, but the remnants were still drying.

I was trying to decide what to do next, when a gentle hand slid up my leg and across my manhood. I shuddered, knowing what I'd felt, and how much I liked it, but seeing no one there. “Hello?” I asked. “What was that?” The invisible hand caressed my chest. When Mark had told me what to wear, he'd said we were going someplace special to meet with someone special, so I'd dressed up. With my white 501s, I was wearing a starched and pressed white shirt, with black loafers, a thick black belt, and a black tie. I watched now as the tie lifted on its own and pilled me toward the lounge chair.

When we reached it, the tie pulled my head forward and my lips met another pair of lips. They were soft and plump, and I returned the kiss. I didn't know what the protocol here was, so I just followed the lead of the touches. The hands moved to my face and stroked my cheeks. A whisper in front of me made me jump slightly. “So beautiful,” it said, pulling my head forward for more kissing, this time with more fervor and passion.

So I was the type for this creature they were calling a ghost. I kept doing as it wanted because resisting would disappoint Mark. I didn't actually want to, though. Doing things with this girl just didn't do it for me. Her hands moved down, caressing my chest through my shirt and continued down to my waist, untying my jacket to touch me more. It dropped to the floor behind me as she started to slide her fingers along the outside of my fly. It felt good, but I wasn't getting hard.

She wasn't doing it long before I felt something, someone, behind me. It put its hands on my sides, holding me in place, and hot breath touched the back of my neck. The hands were strong, and big, and I knew this was a guy. The hot breath became lips, and my head lolled back as I moaned with pleasure. My dick was hard instantly.

The ghost in front of me started playing with it through my tight jeans as the one behind me pulled me tightly against his chest, wrapping his arms around mine. He sucked on my earlobe and I purred. “Yes,” I breathed. “Take me.” The ghost in front of me stopped and stood back up to kiss me. As it happened, a shape materialized. She was a guy too, and a pretty one at that. This time I kissed back harder. I was beginning to like this a lot more.

The big man began loosening my tie as the small one slid his fingers between the buttons of my jeans, something I'd never considered happening before. My tie landed on top of my jacket, and the strong hands began feeling me up under my shirt. They pinched and kneaded my nipples, sending waves of pleasure through me. After a little while of being felt up above and below the waist, the big hands moved to the center of my chest, toward the buttons. Without warning, my shirt was ripped open, sending the buttons flying everywhere. My protest was cut off by his resuming to pinch my nipples, this time on bare skin, as he sucked on my neck, and the other one stroked me.

The two of them started to lead me, as they worked me over, toward a workbench of some sort down a side aisle. They walked me up to it, and the small one spread my legs so my ankles touched the legs of the table, which was narrow enough not to be uncomfortable. The big one leaned me forward and moved my arms forward to grab a bar farther down. When I did, straps appeared from nowhere, binding my wrists to the bar. When I tried to move my legs, I found them to be bound as well. What the hell was going on.

The big man returned to his position behind me, leaning forward now so he could work my chest and nipples, while putting some of his weight on me. The small one was now under the table, back to work on my legs and cock. I was scared at not being able to move, and about how much I was loving it.

The big one moved down and started moving his hands along the globes of my ass, squeezing here and there. I made a guttural sound I didn't know humans could make in response. He replied to my noise by turning his hands, fingers toward my ass crack, and pushing in. Having someone touch me there, where no one ever had, was thrilling, and I began panting. But he didn't stop with that. In a quick motion, the pulled my jeans apart at the back seam. He took a firm grip of my briefs, white to not show through the pants, and ripped those as well, pulling them farther out so he could really shred them and take them completely off of me, while I still had my belt on and fly closed.

I was shocked about it, but not wanting it to stop at the same time. My shirt and pants were both ruined, and I was past the point of caring. There was a breeze touching my ass crack and it was turning me on even more. I felt the hands pull the jeans and my cheeks apart and then my world changed. He started using his tongue on my hole, and I cried out in ecstasy. I didn't even know that was a feeling that existed in life.

As his tongue went in and out of my hole, some of the buttons of my fly came open and my dick was pulled out. Even though he hadn't stopped touching me, I had forgotten the smaller guy was there. My dick getting sucked by an expert mouth made me howl with pleasure, especially combined with the ministrations on my ass. They kept it going for a long time, with the big one alternately using his tongue and his fingers, and the small one bringing me close to cumming and withdrawing, over and over. I was whimpering at this point. I couldn't decide if I wanted to cum or to have this keep building forever.

But it did end. When my hole was worked over really well, I felt something at once both soft and hard, touching it. It rubbed and prodded my hole a little, and then pressed in. My voice went up an octave as his dick made its way inside me slowly, but way easier than I thought was possible. What he had done to me beforehand had made me more than ready for something more substantial. My head dropped to the table and I started breathing rapidly, but it wasn't long until his pelvis was pressed against me. My eyes rolled back into my head with the feeling of fullness.

He stayed there for a while, letting me get accustomed to the feeling of being full, kissing my back as the small one sucked and stopped to maintain my hard on. At my encouragement, the big one started to move in and out of me. It burned a little at first, but I clenched my teeth and let it happened. I wanted this so badly that I was willing to take some pain to make it happen. His pace sped up and the pain I'd been feeling before, while still there, was eclipsed by a tremendous wave of pleasure every time he slammed forward. I didn't have to wonder. This was why guys liked to get fucked: this feeling. The man pounded harder and faster, and I cried out every time it landed home.

“God, yes, Mark! Fuck me harder,” I yelled out. I knew it wasn't him, but the thought that it was drove me wild. I stopped really seeing the world around me, lost in the sensations and the moment, the fantasy of Mark having his way with me for once, instead of some random girl.

“I'm getting close, Bobby,” the big one growled behind me. “Make him cum.”

As the pounding hit the right spot in me repeatedly, the mouth on my dick maintained its contact, not stopping as my orgasm built up momentum. The familiar tingle of climax started to wash into me, making me moan even louder. Finally, I released. Jet after jet flowed through my dick and into Bobby's mouth. I could feel his swallowing reflex massage me even deeper as I shot. The clenching and unclenching of my ass as I shot felt amazing with a dick inside of me, and it made my legs buckle. If I hadn't been strapped in, I would have fallen. A repeated grunt came from behind me, and the movement inside me became even more frictionless as the big man's cum filled my hole and he fucked me with it.

The action began to slow down as we both came back from our orgasms, and I panted, eyes closed, lying across the table. He pulled out completely, leaving me feeling empty, while worm jizz trickled out and dripped onto the floor. The straps vanished from my wrists and ankles, and I started sliding off the table. I grabbed the bar to stop moving, and just stayed there, dick out through my fly, spent, jeans ripped open in back, my hole exposed and dripping...and I felt wonderful. I'd never done anything that wild and intense before, and I just wanted to stay there, relaxed and basking.

“Thank you two, so much,” I told the ghosts. “I didn't know how much I needed that.”

“They heard you, but they're not here any more,” said the voice of the stranger. I stood bolt upright, finding where he was and frantically putting my dick away, but facing him so he wouldn't see the state of my backside. “You really don't have to freak out,” he added. “I watched the whole show you just put on, and you were amazing. Better than Mark or Kyle.”

“You mean they did this too?” I asked, not sure if I could believe that.

“Oh god, no,” the stranger replied. “Kyle just lay back on the lounger and got a hand job. Mark got blown and had his dick ridden by Bobby.”

Hearing that Mark had had sex with the boy ghost, and not with me, hurt. “He knowingly had sex with the boy ghost?” I asked, unable to hide my despair.

The stranger walked up to me and my his hand on my shoulder. “Of course not,” he consoled me. “The ghosts stayed invisible for the others. They still think Bobby's a girl.” I calmed down. If he was still under the impression that the ghost was a girl, everything felt right, like I hadn't lost him. As long as he was straight, there was a good reason for him not to want me back. The thought of him being gay, but not liking me, was unbearable.

“The good news is that he wandered off back to the car, so he couldn't hear you yell out his name while Butch plowed your hole.” The fact that I'd slipped up like that mortified me. The only consolation is that the stranger was the only one who knew.

“Are you going to tell him?” I asked.

“Not unless you want me to,” the man said. “I don't rat out people's business like that.”

I was relieved. “Butch is the name of the one who fucked me?” I asked.

“Yep, and Bobby was the smaller one. I'm glad you like them. Bobby has been getting satisfied lately, but Butch hasn't gotten to play in a long time. He definitely liked you.”

I couldn't help but smile a little. It felt good to have a guy actually be into me for a change, instead of always being the one with an unrequited crush.

“You know, you're actually really adorable,” the man told me. I felt the heat rise to my face, and he laughed. “Come on. Let's do get your jacket back on you to cover that hole. I'm not sure we can do anything about the shirt, though.”

I had a thought. “You know, it might not be a bad thing for me to go back to him with my shirt ripped open,” I said. “If he thinks things got really passionate with Bobby, he might lay off me a little; stop calling me a repressed child.”

“To be fair,” the man said, “you were a repressed child. You just showed what you were holding back and you released it. Now you're just impressive.” I grinned at him and tied the jacket around my waist, untucking my open shirt so it looked more normal. I draped the tie around my neck, untied and hanging, and headed for the door.

^^^

Mark

Todd had been inside the factory for a long time, and I was getting worried about him. I normally had nothing to fear, since he wouldn't do anything risky without me there with him, but now he was on his own, and I had no idea what was happening inside.

My fears, however were misplaced. He came walking around the corner, shirt open and bare chested, his hard muscles, toned by years of sports, clearly visible in the bright sun. His jacket was still tied around his waist, but it was a really good look for him. He was somehow taller, and I realized he wasn't slouching like he normally did. He came toward me with a new confidence, the worry erased from his perfect face. The scared boy was now a god.

He came over and sat in the driver's seat, starting up the car. “Let's go shoot some hoops,” he said. “I just want to go home and change first.”

“Your shirt's buttons are gone,” I mentioned as I noticed it.“Things got a bit wild,” he said, not going into detail. He started driving and we made a U-turn, back to the area we lived in.“You had a good time?” I asked.

“Of course,” Todd replied. “Just like you wanted.” But now, I didn't know what I wanted. What had happened was exactly what I'd planned, but now I was strangely upset. I had wanted to break through Todd's shell, but now that it was broken, I missed it already.

We completed the trip to Todd's family's house in silence, and I followed him inside. Only his twelve year old sister was home, sitting in the living room with her school books and papers all over the coffee table in front of her. She was sitting on the floor with her back to the television. The fact that she was in there doing homework and not watching the TV impressed me every time I saw it. That was some strong discipline for a preteen girl. It definitely ran in the family. She looked at him with a confused expression. “Why is your shirt ripped open?” she asked.

“There was this girl...” he began.

“Ew,” she yelled and covered her ears. Todd laughed and headed for his room.

“Give me a minute,” he told me, and continued on his own. He was quickly back in gym shorts and a t-shirt. He handed me another set of his gym clothes so I could change. As I headed to the downstairs bathroom, I looked back to the living area. “You can uncover your ears,” he told his sister, “I won't talk about it. What are you working on?”

As she explained it to him, I just stood there in awe, watching this beautiful virile specimen of manhood lean on the couch in front of him, his amazing ass sticking back a little. He wasn't shy or awkward, nor did he have any false bravado about just getting laid. He was just Todd, in his element, talking like a normal person to someone he had no agenda with. And I loved him.