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The House on Eastwood Lane
By Skaea
Contains: M/M tickling, including foot and genital tickling, hardcore sex and ejaculation, and mentions of homophobia and murder. NSFW.
Word Count: 11,219
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Eastwood Lane is, for the most part, a quiet neighborhood. It’s also quite nondescript with many of the houses resembling each other as well as most of the other streets of suburbia. If you take a drive through the place you might in fact easily confuse it for some other street, such is its resemblance to the other housing strips north or south, east or west of it. A ho-hum place, all things considered, seemingly only there so people can have a roof over their heads and organize garage sales.
It wouldn’t be on the map at all, in fact, if it weren’t for one small fact. For reasons unknown, no crime whatsoever takes place here, and any attempts at it are doomed to end in complete failure. Everyone seems to get along, and everyone feels safe running up and down the neighborhood even in the dead of night. Why this is the case has been a matter of speculation, but there have been stories of people attempting to rob houses or even attack unsuspecting residents, only to have some bizarre and seemingly nonsensical fate befall them. Strange accidents have gotten them hospitalized and scared out of their wits, though fatalities have been historically rare and only occurred to the most depraved of visitors. The most bizarre part was that in each and every case, there was no sign of anyone aside from the victim and the would-be assailant. At least one such perpetrator was even found, somehow, entangled in tree roots, screaming in terror for the police to take him in and rambling about the plant life actually dragging him away from the very lucky twenty-something he had intended to force himself on that night.
Theories have varied as to what could possibly be protecting the neighborhood, ranging from a super-stealthy group of vigilantes to a secret black-ops unit. But the most outlandish, perhaps, was recently put forward by a group of conspiracy theorists studying the paranormal, their main line of “evidence” being none other than that old decrepit mansion at the end of the lane. It hadn’t been occupied in decades, but amateur investigators had visited it every so often, hoping to confirm the rumors of a certain presence still inhabiting the place. While most people would say that ghosts can’t exist according to the laws of physics, it should be noted that each and every one of the camera-toting explorers who dared to enter the house would never be the same again upon leaving…
It was a rather stormy evening tonight, and Devin was eager to get out of the rain, having failed to bring an umbrella, a raincoat, or anything else to protect him from the inclement weather. Having just gotten back from a weight lifting session at the gym, he was a little sweaty and tired, but more importantly, he was also soaked to the skin. His navy compression tights were dripping with rainwater, and the white stirrups hidden under his white socks and matching navy blue sneakers offered no protection from the awful feeling of getting his feet wet. He also wore a gray tank top which was already rather tight over his muscular form, but now stuck to his back thanks to the pouring rain. His arrival at the old house could not come soon enough, not only because of the storm; he was essentially house-sitting to make a little extra cash, seeing as the place needed maintenance as well as watchful eye for snooping teenagers armed with ghost-hunting gear. He had gotten the key and half of the payment, but the other half would have to wait until morning once the landlord stopped by.
“Duuuude… This place is freaky. Dunno if I can spend even an hour here, let alone an entire night… Aaaaand I’m talkin’ to myself, aren’t I?” The handsome young man walked in with little fanfare, combing back his short brown hair in an attempt to brush the droplets out. It seemed as though he’d be sleeping alone for the evening, which wouldn’t be too worrisome in light of the weird activity that was keeping crime out of Eastwood Lane in general.
However, unbeknownst to him, in the attic of the house, a presence lurked. It seemed to sense that he’d entered the house, and now it was active, stalking, just waiting for the perfect moment to strike…
Having taken his shoes off and left them on the (mercifully covered) porch to dry out, Devin wondered why he had to house sit such an old-looking house if there wasn’t any imminent threat of burglary. Maybe there was something important inside – money, treasure, food? His stomach growled at that last bit as he entered the kitchen. Without hesitation he opened the fridge – empty.
“Ugh, of course. Welp, good thing I brought a protein bar.” Or rather, several, specifically for this occasion. Disappointed that there wasn’t anything else for dinner, he settled for pulling one of the bars out of his book bag and taking a big bite. A strange feeling seemed to sink over him a few moments later, however… As though he was being watched by something. But there was nobody else in the house… was there? He swallowed his mouthful a moment later, trying not to worry about it and failing miserably.
“Geez, now I can see why this paid so well. Gosh, this place is creepy…” Devin thought this aloud while walking into the living room in between mouthfuls of protein bar. “Well, gonna be here awhile, so I might as well get comfy. I sure hope those rumors ain’t true,” he added to himself, feeling glad that his very soggy sneakers were not causing him considerable discomfort. His sweat-and-rain-drenched white socks left visible prints on the dusty wooden floor as he went.
According to the landlord as well as several local historians, the mansion had been owned by a millionaire who never married and was rather reclusive his entire life. The rumor was that he was homosexual but, knowing the standards of the time, he had to keep it all very secret. Had he been found out anyway?
“I mean, how could some dead guy still haunt this place? Seems silly, right?” Devin asked himself. Though he was now starting to worry that he could be very, very wrong…
There it was, that feeling of being followed. But whatever that feeling was, it vanished a few moments later.
Devin turned around, suddenly feeling his sock snag on one of the floor boards, tearing his sock, revealing his bare foot. “Dammit…” He looked down at the torn sock, and promptly went about the business of removing it, and then removing the other for balance. Once both were discarded, he placed both soles on the floor, smiling as the floor felt weirdly inviting.
The floorboards creaked just a little as he made his way around, and why did they tingle slightly, like he was walking on a thin membrane that someone was trying to tickle his feet through…?
Maybe this house really was stranger than it seemed…
Upon entering the living room, Devin explored the space for a few moments, the slight tingle on his feet feeling very unique as he rubbed his soles against the large rug covering most of the floor. After a bit of snooping he happened upon a bookshelf, seeing dozens of books on the top shelf. Curiosity overtook him at that moment and so he stood up on his tip toes, trying to get one book, one with much less dust on it than the others.
Then, inexplicably, the rug under him seemed to shift at that moment, forcing him to hang onto the shelf and stand on his tiptoes to avoid falling over.
“D-dammit!” he cried, struggling to find solid footing. The shelf was just high enough that regaining traction would be difficult as his toes bent, pads pressed against the floor, his arch stretched beneath the sweaty white stirrup of his dripping blue tights.
And then he felt it. A finger gliding up and down his stretched sole…
“GYAAH! W-w-what was that?!” His toes clenched against the floorboards slightly as he tried to hang onto the shelf, his strong muscular pits also exposed and vulnerable.
And there it was, a second finger! Now two fingers were tracing ticklish circles upon his helpless arches, the sensation somehow passing through the stirrups and even the skin, down to the very nerves beneath…
“H-HEY! HEHEH S-STOPPIT!!” Devin bellowed, holding his stomach suddenly, before falling onto the floor with a sudden loud thud, right onto his thick bottom. “D-dammit…” He glanced at his sweaty sole with a slight twinge of panic. “What was that?!”
And then the feeling was gone. Just a lingering tingling sensation and a sore bottom. Though he would swear he’d heard a very quiet giggle…
Devin brushed his bottom off a bit, not noticing the slightly wet spot on his crotch as he stood up. Fortunately, when he fell, he was able to get the book he wanted, picking it up. It seemed to be a journal.
There was no response, and the house seemed unoccupied once more, with one exception…
Deciding there was nothing else to do, Devin found a seemingly comfy chair elsewhere in the living room and took a seat, legs spread a bit as he cracked the journal open. The ink was a bit faded at parts and hard to make out, but the journal entries written by the house’s owner were still mostly clear. And as he progressed, more and more disturbing…
July 1, 1982. At long last, this lovely estate is mine! I’ve finally signed off the lease, squared away the mortgage fees, and taken care of the last of the paperwork – which to me seemed like it would never end. I’m grateful for the end result, though. The neighborhood here is far more welcoming to people of my type and preferences than any I have seen before and any I may know of in the future. Same-sex, mixed-race, and POC families have been common here, and all of them have been kind and understanding when I explained my intentions of moving in. I can finally perform my experiments in peace, perhaps even ask around to see if people are willing to participate.
More good news: There’s a costume party on the Fourth, and I’ve been asked to lead one of the fundraisers for the welfare of our community. I’ll need some volunteers for the setup, though, and I hope there’s at least someone willing to roll with what I’ve planned. In any case, this is gonna be an amazing summer, for sure!
July 6, 1982. It seems that my efforts to connect with a community of like-minded individuals have finally paid off. I’ve met someone, a handsome youth around the same age as me, so sensitive and submissive… and so tall! Every part of his body is amazingly sculpted with skin as soft as silk, but in all honesty, it’s his personality that really shines. I’ve never met someone so open and happy to participate in my activities! We had a costume party this past Independence Day, and I needed a volunteer for a dual outfit as part of our fundraiser, where I dressed as a magician and needed a luckless victim for a rather grotesque sawing-in-half trick. The catch was that proof was needed that the assistant’s feet really were part of his body – and there was only one way to avoid permanent harm. I have to give it to Donovan, though, this man’s stamina is amazing. I swear you could tease him for hours and he’d never get tired! We made so much money that evening, and after I freed him, he told me if asked again he’d gladly go through it once more.
The plan now is to invite Donovan to the mansion and give him a tour of the place; he’s currently working as a sports coach for the disabled, so that’s gonna keep him occupied for a good long while, but he’s told me that he’ll be available sometime next week to pay me a visit. Really, though, I don’t mind. With regards to such a stunning perfect subject as him, I can afford to wait as long as I like.
July 17, 1982. The first round of experiments has been enormously successful! I’m so happy that I’ve obtained such positive results, especially from a subject as beautiful and sensitive as Donovan. To explain, my hypothesis was as follows: the saying that ‘laughter is the best medicine’ really does make sense. I’ve noticed that people who laugh more frequently are less stressed and able to function in life more efficiently. So what is it exactly that makes it healthy? That was what I was determined to find out, and I knew just the way to test it. I’d roped Donovan into a series of experiments where I got him to laugh for a set period of time and monitored his health, fitness, and hormone levels – and how, you may ask, was I able to make him laugh consistently throughout the whole procedure? I’d discovered the answer before and during the Fourth of July party: His feet are very, very ticklish. And he’d enjoyed it, too, which is a bonus! The poor man has been going through some tough times and he agreed because he needed a smile, so every time he could get an hour to visit my place, he’s done so without missing a single session. I’ve purchased and used every tool I can find to tickle his soles and toes without mercy, and he’s enjoyed every second of it!
Throughout the sessions, I’ve noticed a marked improvement in Donovan’s health. His body has produced more endorphins, and his stress hormones have become reduced as much as his immune system has been boosted. I’ve asked him after each session as to how he has been feeling, and he’s always told me that he’s felt much better than he had before it. I’m happy for him, and I think he’s happy for me, as well. He knows it’s been my dream to have him at my mercy, and we’re both okay with that.
Maybe even more than okay. After today’s session, he did the unthinkable: he kissed my cheek. I’m super touched and wish I can return the favor somehow. Perhaps the kiss was out of gratitude. Or perhaps it was something more than that…
July 26, 1982. There’s been a distressing development in our relationship. We’ve progressed from friends, to friends with benefits, and ultimately to lovers – but what cost have we unknowingly paid for this upgrade? I can’t be sure. But I do know that one of my old enemies from high school has moved into our town, and he is not happy with what we have become. We were passionately lip-locked in a back alley near the movie theater where we were attending for our first date, only for Clyde to discover us. I don’t know what the former quarterback was up to, perhaps trying to find a spot to smoke in peace. But what I do know is that when he found us, he yelled homophobic insults at us and ran off before we could respond. Perhaps he was planning to call the police? I can’t tell.
Whatever the case, I now worry that Donovan and I may not be as safe in Eastwood Lane as we thought…
July 27, 1982. The mansion has been vandalized. I write this while servants and neighbors are in the middle of cleaning the graffiti off its beautiful edifice. I cannot bring myself to describe what the spray-painted words said, and I’m glad to see them gone. But at the same time I fear that this may not be the last time such hateful actions will desecrate the mansion.
It also seems that people have gotten wind of our relationship, and they too aren’t happy about it. Perhaps Clyde told them? They blame us for making out in public, but they don’t know that we specifically picked the most secluded spot to share in our happiness, only for Clyde to find that particular place completely by accident anyway! I don’t know what to think, or whether or not it is my fault, but I can’t change the fact that I love Donovan and that he loves me. I won’t let Clyde’s opinion of us, or anyone else’s for that matter, affect the bond we share, because with him I’m the happiest I’ve ever been in my entire life.
I know Donovan is also worried. He’s told me that people have sent him hate-mail, and that the other coaches where he works are demanding that he be fired. I worry for him as much as he worries for me. But I’m sure that together, the two of us will be able to overcome this and find our happily ever after.
Or at least I hope we will…
August 2, 1982. THEY KNOW
BLOOD AND FIRE EVERYWHERE
DONOVAN AND I ARE THE ONLY ONES LEFT
EASTWOOD HAS FALLEN
HELP U
A mere instant after he’d finished reading, however, the bottom of the chair gave way. Devin suddenly fell through until his knees and shoulders caught on the frame of the chair, which seemed to close in around him and force his knees to either side of his torso. He was fortunately very flexible, so he was more surprised than pained if anything, but he could certainly feel the unfortunate aftermath: thighs spread and pinned to his sides, balls and cock dangling, and buttocks spread wide open, all exposed and vulnerable. Panicking, he desperately wiggled his legs and feet about and tried to push his body upwards to no avail, struggling to escape.
And then the book, which had been dropped to the floor, began to float up on its own. Or at least it seemed that way, until a translucent figure materialized in the air, holding the book.
“I believe you dropped this,” said the figure, who appeared to be a dark-haired, bespectacled young man in his early twenties, dressed in an outfit like he was from a science lab out of the late 70’s.
“W-w-what the heck?!” Devin panicked for a moment, trying to escape the chair once again, but quickly realizing that he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
“Oh, sorry! That poor thing isn’t safe to sit on,” the figure replied, rubbing the back of his head. “Anyway…” He handed the book over, as though expecting the stuck man to take it back. “Excuse the condition of the house, it’s… not aged well since, well… that night.”
Devin had no response to that. Instead he sighed heavily, trying to relax despite his predicament, his toes no longer curling. He still kept a wary eye on the figure, though, in case it decided to attack.
But the figure didn’t seem to be malicious, instead having a calm, welcoming air as he set the book aside. “Well… What is your name? I haven’t met you before, and honestly, I haven’t really met new people at all lately!”
“D-Devin…” The limber jock wiggled his legs feebly. “Are you gonna help me out of here, dude?” he asked, his tone still at least a little nervous.
The spirit took a good look at his predicament. Above where the seat used to be, his head, shoulders, arms, and lower legs and feet were all bunched together. Below that, his spread thighs, genitals, and widely spread derriere, all covered by only a pair of compression tights that been torn open when he’d fallen through the chair.
“Well… If you don’t mind, I’d like to have some fun, first~!” the spirit replied, poking the exposed cock-head before him.
Devin winced, and so did his cock, leaking clear and sticky precum almost immediately. “H-hey, c-careful there!”
“Oooh, sensitive!” the ghost cooed, his fingertip teasing around the slit of his dick. “I like you already. Oh, intro: I’m Sam. Nice to meet you, Devin!”
Devin winced as the ghostly finger toyed with his dick’s slit. “A-AH! …HEEheehee n-no, pleeeeease…” He tried not to laugh while more clear precum oozed from his dick.
Sam grinned cheekily. “This is the kind of situation I could only have dreamed of as a living man: a cocky jock at my absolute mercy. Only this time, I have many more ways to take advantage!” He booped Devin’s nose, and then seemed to vanish into the air… before reappearing as a cluster of four tinier versions of himself. The four of them seemed to duck under him, out of sight…
“W-what the?!” Devin wrinkled his nose as he tried to see where the three-inch-tall copies disappeared to. And then he felt it. Two of them started running their hands up and down his thighs, and one more began teasing the sides of his balls. The last one wiggled his fingers along the crack of his stretched-out ass, culminating in lightly teasing the sides of his exposed hole…
“AAAAAAH HAHHOHOOOHAHAHA!!!” Devin immediately roared out in laughter as the small spectres tickled him. His cock and toes wiggled as he tried to fight the ticklish actions. The two specters tormenting his thighs gradually moved upwards, phasing through the chair as they found the backs of his knees, and then his ankles… The one behind and under him, meanwhile, continued tickling his asshole, even using a long tongue to lightly flick in and out of it, producing a truly maddening sensation!
Devin laughed harder than ever, feeling his cock turn rock-hard from the light licks down near his hole. He wiggled his legs as well, at the same time having felt the two other spirits tickle his knees and ankles as well! “GYAHAHAHA, NONO NOOOOOHAHAHAH!”
And then they moved to his FEET… Oh dear lord, no matter where he kicked they simply followed, clinging on and raking his arches and heels…
“HAHAHAHA! NO NOHOAHAHA NOT HOAHEHEEEHAAHUHUHAAA!!!” Devin shrieked in pure hysteria, his eyes crossing in a comical matter and squeezing shut intermittently, a trickle of drool running down his chin. His defenseless soles and toes wiggled madly about but with such limited motion, they were unable to escape at all.
And then the specter tickling his ass proceeded to reach INSIDE his hole… The long tongue started poking and slithering around his insides until it reached his prostate. Meanwhile, the spirit tickling his balls moved up to his cock, tickling along its length…
Devin’s eyes fluttered in a mixture of ecstasy and torturous tickling, and his laughter became mixed with moans of pleasure. And still the small specters worked over their hapless ticklish victim, his cock leaking heavily now, especially once the one beneath him reached his prostate. “G-GUYS! GUAHAHAHAYS! UH… D-DRIVIN’ ME C-CRAHAHAYZEHEHEHEE HEEHEHERE!”
But Sam was still not done. The specter tickling his cock moved up to the engorged head, its tongue starting to tease his slit… The tip of it even poked INTO his cock a little, like how his hole had been teased earlier.
“S-Sahaham… SAAHAHAAAAAH! OH GAAAHAHAHAHAHAD NOOOOOOHOHOHOHOOOOO! “ Devin’s eyes widened, and then they rolled back in his head while his tormentor’s tongue went to work. The poor man dissolved into helpless laughter once more, more thick precum pouring out now in a steady stream. He could feel every single stroke of the ghost’s now pencil-thin, pointed tongue inside his dick in astounding detail. With each tickly lick, the spirit’s tongue went deeper and deeper into his cum tube. Savoring the taste of precum, but also waiting for the bigger payload that was to come. And his prostate and soles were STILL being tormented at the same time!
“NONONONONOOOO STOOHOHOOOAHAHAHAP PLEEHEEEEEASE! I’M GONNA BLOOOHHOHOWWW!” His helpless balls were turning slightly purple, and were also slightly swollen too, as though with lots and lots of sperm ready to shoot forth in a sticky white torrent.
“That’s it, come for me, Devin~!” Sam teased, his voice echoing inside his victim’s head… The tongue slithered down the inside of his member, reaching a sweet spot at the base of his cock interior. The combination of this, the prostate tickling, and the torment upon his feet was all but unbearable…
And then the orgasm finally struck. Devin let out a howl of raw pleasure, the maddening teasing causing his balls to empty in the biggest, most mind-numbing orgasm of his life. A great stream of cum shot from his cock and sprayed onto the floor, his eyes turning outwards as his scream trailed off in a moan of arousal. A second later, the spirits seemed to vanish all at once, and were soon replaced by the one adult figure, his mouth engulfing the head of Devin’s cock, drinking down the cum…
Devin moaned as Sam continued to drain his balls, his toes wiggling and stretching. The feeling of the spirit’s rather cold, slightly slimy tongue and the roof of his mouth felt soooooo goooood but tickled all the same!
Finally, the fountain of cum trickled off… all of it consumed and absorbed into the spirit’s essence. It seemed… a little more solid, now that he had ingested Devin’s seed.
And then his tongue turned narrow and pointy once again, and slipped into Devin’s cock for one final extraction, licking all the remaining cum off the inner walls of his urethra! Oh god, were those tastebuds actually moving, like tiny fingers caressing his cum tube?!
Devin would swear his borderline maniacal screams could be heard from halfway across the neighborhood.
Mercifully, though, Sam finally withdrew his tongue, every single drop of cum ticklishly swept out of the interior of Devin’s manhood. The only moisture remaining was the ectoplasm now covering his urethra, seemingly making it even more sensitive than it was normally.
“Do you want me to continue, or would you prefer some more comfortable accommodations?” asked Sam, licking his lips.
Devin looked up in surprise, as though forgetting for the moment that he was exhausted. “W-what? Dude, no need! I’m weirdly comfortable now,” he replied, realizing that his hole was hungry for more as his cock seemed to stiffen again.
“…you don’t LOOK comfortable, though. Maybe we could move to the bedroom instead?” asked Sam, although he still couldn’t resist teasing the slit of his cock one final time.
Devin moaned a bit at the teasing, but composed himself. “Seems I don’t have much of a choice.”
Right on cue, the chair wobbled unsteadily, and then fell apart at that moment, dumping the man onto the floor in the midst of a mess of broken wood. Devin hit the floor with a hard thud and a yelp of pain, though thankfully his bare bottom didn’t get any splinters lodged in it. He was still a bit sore as he stood up, rubbing his rear, still in his stirrup tights which were now struggling to stay in one piece.
“T-thanks, Sam…” His tone was a little uneasy, but still in the after-glow of post-ejaculation.
“You alright there?” said Sam. “I… I don’t know if I can help you up. I’d just pass through you, though I’m sure it’d tickle like crazy.” He looked down at the book he’d set aside. “So… I see you found my journal?” he asked, his expression suddenly downcast.
“Y-yeah…” Devin rubbed the back of his head. “Sounds rough,” he replied casually, trying to focus on that maddening experience he’d just been through.
“You think?” Sam shook his head. “I… I’ve been looking for someone to talk to ever since I was bound to this place. Preferably a ticklish guest… You’re one of the few people who hasn’t booked it as far as I can tell.”
“Well… I was sorta stuck.” Devin smiled a little, before flexing his arms. “I’m pretty tough, too. And you seem harmless… and a little cute…” At this he attempted to touch the ghost’s nose with a forefinger, in imitation of the reverse gesture from earlier. It passed through, though, naturally.
Sam’s eyes widened. “I… I haven’t been told that by anyone, really. Not when I was a human… and not after I was, well…” He shook his head, before picking up his journal again. “Can we talk about this in the bedroom? I promise you won’t get stuck in any more chairs, dig it?” he added with a laugh.
“Groovy!” Devin couldn’t help but respond in kind, though he still followed the ghost with a cautious tread.
“Hah, you know the lingo of my day and age, then?” Sam replied, floating just ahead of him. “So, uh, how old are you? I was around twenty-two, maybe almost twenty-three when I died…” He smiled uneasily.
“Twenty-two.” Devin smiled back, not even caring that his ass balls and cock were still flopping about.
“Oh, same age as me, then? Hah, groovy indeed.” He led the way into the master bedroom, phasing through the wall even though the door next to him was open. “This is where I used to sleep… I’m guessing it’s your place now that you’re here?”
“Well, just for the night.” Devin scratched his hair idly. “Still not sure why that house-sittin’ ad was put out, but I guess I can manage.”
“House-sitting ad?” Sam looked at him. “Huh, I would swear nobody else but me was here. Most people who stay here don’t do so for very long… Maybe it’s because my, um, interests usually scare them away…”
“To be fair, ghosts do seem to scare more dudes away. But I think the property owner told me that havin’ someone stay would keep it from gathering so much dust.” Devin shrugged. “Or twenty-somethin’ idiots with cameraphones.”
“Well, I guess that makes sense,” replied Sam, doing a back-crawl around the air of the room. “I’ve kinda had to keep the place from coming apart at the seams. Almost forty years of nothing but single-night visitors doesn’t do this pad any favors. It’s part of why me and my fellow phantoms have to keep a constant watch on the entire lane – the rest, well… I don’t wanna talk about it.” He chuckled a little. “So, uh, you wanna use the bed? I don’t think I need it, knowing me and all…”
“Other ghosts, huh?” Devin laid on the bed in a surprisingly casual manner for someone who just found out that it was in fact the entire neighborhood that was haunted, crossing his ankles and putting his hands behind his head, his large wet cock flopping out causing him to blush slightly. “Is that why all those guys who ended up at the police station after tryin’ to raid the neighborhood looked and acted stark ravin’ mad?”
“More or less. They kinda deserved it, too. Especially those would-be rapists whom my buddy Aiden sent to the psych ward a few years back.”
Devin quickly and wisely decided not to continue that particular conversation.
Sam floated over to examine his new acquaintance, surprised at how open he was about his nudity. “You, though… You’re remarkable, y’dig? Most people like you back in my day would’ve beaten me up at the drop of a hat. And here you are, being so open and friendly in a way I’d have never expected all those decades ago…” He giggled, and poked at Devin’s toes.
Devin smirked, wiggling his toes at the ghost’s touch. “Well, I’m pretty open to most things,” he replied with a laugh. “Besides, despite what everyone would think, I don’t pick on nerds. It’s unbecoming.”
Sam’s eyes widened. “So… You’d be okay with the kinds of experiments you… you read about in my journal?” he asked, looking apprehensive as he held the book up.
“Oh? Yeah, sure! I mean, wasn’t I just in one? I definitely wouldn’t have ratted you out.” Devin didn’t want to admit that he’d gotten a bit hard reading about those experiments in the journal, but from the look on Sam’s face he guessed the spirit probably knew that already.
“Well… You were in an unfortunate situation, and I kinda took advantage of it. I’m sorry for that. It’s just that as a spirit I get, um… thirsty for, well… what men like you produce. Like vampires with blood. I should’ve asked first…” He covered his face with his hands in shame.
“Oh, don’t be upset, dude. I kinda liked it.” Devin smirked, sitting up. “A heads up woulda been nice, man, but you definitely got one head up.”
Sam blinked, and then burst out laughing. “Ohhh, I get it!” he chortled. “So, uh, you really want another go? Maybe without the uncomfortable position this time?”
“Sure. Though to be fair, I am pretty flexible.” To demonstrate, the jock leaned forward and licked the tip of his own member. “So it wasn’t too bad,” he added.
“You… You can actually blow yourself?” Sam’s eyes widened in surprise. “I… Wow. That’s just like… uh…” He looked away, a slight opacity showing in his face. Was he blushing? “Like how he could do the same…”
Blissfully ignorant of that sentence, Devin nodded as he demonstrated, his toes wiggling in pleasure as he did indeed proceed to blow himself.
The ghostly youth couldn’t stop his own sudden desire; he reached down and fondled Devin’s balls, lovingly caressing them. The touch of his fingertips felt extremely ticklish, even passing THROUGH the skin and playing upon his precious testicles beneath… Devin’s eyes rolled back as a moan escaped his lips, his eyes widening in total shock. Then he burst out in extremely loud laughter as his cock popped out of his mouth, flicking droplets of saliva onto his chest. Imagine if the surfaces of your very gonads were being caressed by very fuzzy gloves that have just been removed from a refrigerator… That was more or less how Devin was feeling. Despite his renewed hysterics, he still managed to bend forward once more, and his lips took hold of his cock once again, emitting muffled laughter even with the head in his mouth.
Sam’s touch moved to the back of Devin’s balls, continuing to tease that ticklish spot. At the same time he started stroking the underside of Devin’s cock as well with a single finger from his other hand. At the same time, Sam started getting feeling a strange hardness in HIS member, too…
Devin continued laughing through his mouthful of cock, his tongue dancing against his oozing slit, his toes wiggling and spreading wide, loving the ghostly feeling of Sam’s touch.
This continued for a few more seconds, but Sam’s expression soon turned from arousal to worry. He had just thought about his own dick entering the man’s hole but then, at the worst possible moment…
“N-no!” He withdrew his hands abruptly. “I-I can’t do it! Not after that time… Not again…”
Devin paused, the ghost’s worry sort of becoming his own as well. “Y-you okay, dude?” he asked, letting his legs flip back to their normal position, though he still kept stroking his cock a little to maintain his arousal.
“N-no! Just… I-I need to be alone… I’m sorry…!”
Next moment, he’d phased through the wall and vanished, leaving Devin alone in the room wondering what the heck just happened.
Not knowing what to do, Devin got off the bed. “Y-you okay, man?” he called out, pulling his tights back up in a bid to hide his erect cock. But there seemed to be no response. That is until he heard a faint noise from somewhere above him. It sounded like… Oh, no. Was Sam crying?!
Devin’s worry turned to fear. Not fear at the sound of the phantom’s sobbing, but fear for what he was going through. A crying ghost isn’t too strange I guess, he thought, but I have to help him. He doesn’t deserve this. With that he started towards the attic, following the sound.
He found him after climbing up the attic ladder and into the very dusty topmost room of the mansion. There was a large and round glass window, but the grime covering it made it hard to see the moon beyond. The dim light illuminating the room made Sam’s translucent body barely visible, but he was definitely not unheard. He was curled up in the fetal position, floating just above the floor next to the window.
As soon as Devin entered the attic, he could see the equipment that Sam had used in his experimentation as a mortal. A pair of broken wooden stocks, an overturned gurney, coils of faded rope, feathers and brushes of all kinds scattered about. It looked like the entire place had been trashed. Had there been some kind of fight…?
And then he noticed the stains of dried blood on the floor.
For the first time that night, Devin felt truly creeped out. “A-are you okay, dude?” He felt almost crazy asking a ghost this question, especially as he looked at the table and stocks and other items, but he had to at least try.
Sam looked up at Devin. He was not a pretty sight - his eyes were now completely pitch-black, with equally colored tears like black oil streaming down his cheeks.
“N-no. I’m not okay.”
“It doesn’t seem so.” Devin approached cautiously, stepping towards him, giving him a hug… or trying to. “W-what happened to you, man?!”
One would expect a ghost in this scenario to suddenly emit a horrifying scream, or suddenly grow razor-sharp teeth and claws and launch itself at its victim. But Sam didn’t. He couldn’t. He wasn’t that kind of spirit. And anyway, he was so surprised that Devin hadn’t run screaming from him the moment he saw him that he couldn’t have haunted him if he wanted to.
Devin passed through Sam, and the reverse was also true, the latter seeming to stand up in midair before floating over towards the broken stocks.
“Devin… If you still wish to stay here for the night and not flee in mortal terror… Can you keep a secret?”
“I’m pretty sure people wouldn’t believe me if I didn’t, but yes.”
Sam’s black tears now began dripping onto the floor, seeming to fade into nothing almost as soon as they hit the wood, leaving no stains behind. He choked back a sob before speaking again.
“You know why there’s no crime in this neighborhood? No rape, no murder, not even robbery?”
“No…” Devin replied, confused.
“Crime is born from many things, man. Envy, greed, lust, even a basic need for survival. We have gone out of our way to prevent it by helping the needy, but we also punish those who commit it without reason. Well, actually, there IS a reason. The reason that made us who we are now.”
At this question, Devin felt a little confused and very worried, unable to think of an answer. But still he listened carefully, unsure of how to respond.
Sam reached out to caress the broken stocks, but his hand passed through the rotten wood. “Hatred. Hatred for those who are different, those whose way of life is not the social standard. Eastwood Lane used to be a gay neighborhood, a haven for homosexuals and others who didn’t like the notion that love could ONLY bloom between a man and a woman. I used to be the wealthiest and most prominent figure here, an icon of living for what I believed in. Until one of my old bullies from high school caught me and my boyfriend getting intimate even though we were convinced we’d hidden ourselves from the public.
“A few days later, he called the police on the neighborhood. And everyone else he knew at school, for that matter. The entire town was soon aware of the people Eastwood Lane was harboring. And they retaliated in a way that haunts us all to this day.
“By the time the sun rose, our paradise was drenched in the blood of each and every resident, me most of all. Not one of us was spared the fate of being shot, stabbed, or beaten until we moved no more. Only my boyfriend managed to escape that night, and only because I warned him in advance, but… as my spirit found my sense of vision, as I passed into the realm of the ethereal…”
He choked off in a pained sob. “I… I-I saw them get him too. He… They… I can’t even begin to describe what they… what they…”
Sam couldn’t finish. He slumped to the floor, and burst into tears. Devin could actually see a pool of black ectoplasm forming on the floor around him, the spirit’s wails of anguish sounding equally gut-wrenching and spine-tingling.
Devin began backing up nervously, but didn’t make it far enough to avoid the ectoplasm touching his bare foot. It didn’t hurt or sting, though; it was just a bit cold, and so he managed to step into the puddle without incident before attempting to hug Sam again.
Sam felt the sensation of Devin wrapping his hands around him… or trying to, at least, since the mortal seemed to phase through him. It tickled slightly, but more importantly, Dev’s arms felt quite soft and warm against his ghostly essence. It was like trying to hug a cloud of cold smoke, but it was the thought that counted.
His weeping screams simmered down into moans, tears still dripping down his face. He wasn’t sure if he could bear the grief he had harbored for much longer, at least by himself, but with Devin… maybe that was a different story.
Devin smiled and tried to focus his positive energy onto Sam to help dispel some of the sorrow. He wasn’t going anywhere, and Sam wasn’t scaring him off. Obviously there was no way he could project his vibes onto his companion, but the gesture was enough. Sam finally looked at Dev, wiping the tears from his face while his eyes returned to their normal bluish-white glow. “…w-why… why are you still here? Is it because y-you… you want me to find peace…?”
“Dude, what did you think I wanted?” Devin felt a twinge of guilt; he was admittedly blue-balled after Sam had denied him his happy ending, and he’d wanted them to continue, but that was selfish on his part. What was more important was that Sam would eventually get his happy ending – however long it would take.
Sam shook his head, sniffling. “Th-the chance to move on to the next world… It died with the lover I had as a mortal. I’m doomed to remain in the mortal plane for the rest of eternity. You’re the first person to whom I’ve ever managed to tell the truth, the first in almost 40 years. But you’re also the only one who knows it, and nobody else would ever believe you if you told them. I… I just don’t know what to do anymore.”
“Where is his spirit?” Devin inquried. “Maybe I can bring them here. Or maybe…you can find a new lover…” Devin said, feeling it was a bad suggestion.
“There’s n-no way he can ever come back! NO WAY!!” His eyes turned black again, his frightening wail revealing a mouth suddenly full of sharp fangs. “They banished his departing spirit after they killed him! He’s g-gone forever… somewhere in Hell, I imagine. But even if he were to somehow come back, even as a spirit… H-he’d never be the same.” He sobbed again, burying his face in his hands. “All b-because someone got the entire town to commit a fucking mass hate crime…”
Devin didn’t back away, not even in the face of this revelation. What he did instead was try to hug tighter, at the same time beginning to tear up himself. “I know that you’re hurtin’, dude. I’ve lost friends in this day and age in the same way, though obviously not… well, not via widespread group lynchin’. But close enough, if you ask me.”
Sam had begun sobbing again by this point. His eyes were leaking more pitch-black tears, but a moment later they faded back to white once more, and his teeth receded back to their standard size and blunt shape. “Y-you… You too?!” he choked out, now at a total loss as to what to say.
Devin nodded. “No shit, dude. The bullies are still out there, both on the Internet and roamin’ the streets. My buddies have been tortured, tormented, lost their jobs, been kicked outta their homes… I could go on. They’ve been through lots and lots o’ nastiness simply because they didn’t conform to the idea of love only bein’ between two people of the opposite gender. I know some took their own lives, even. Fuck, I myself have gotten hate messages every so often for likin’ guys. It still happens… and it still hurts.” He sniffled, holding back tears of his own.
Sam didn’t know what to think. Instead, he twisted his head around a full 180 degrees, and kissed Dev’s forehead.
“I… I’m so sorry. Like I said, I don’t know what to do. But I appreciate your help.” He paused, his cheeks turning slightly more opaque. “…more than appreciate, actually. Um, c-can I confess something, Devin?”
“Sure, man, go ahead.” Devin was breathing more calmly now, now that he was seeing things returning to normal, if only just a little.
“You remind me of him. The man I loved and lost. I never thought I’d say this, but… I love you. And I know it sounds like, really spooky - not in the same-sex love way, not at all - but… well, a ghost loving a human just sounds weird, even to me. Y’know what, though? I’m okay with that.”
He twisted his body around so he was facing Devin in his entirety, and then leaned in to kiss his forehead again.
Devin blushed. He did feel a strange attraction for Sam as well, despite the latter’s obviously ghostly nature. Maybe he knew him in a past life, or maybe he was just horny – hopefully not that – but he smiled at the softness of the forehead kiss all the same, and kiss Sam back.
Sam was caught by no small amount of surprise at the return kiss, but a moment later he smiled ear to ear (though thankfully not literally!). Wiping the tears from his face and letting them fade into nothing, he threw himself onto Dev, the two of them kissing passionately in the dim light of the attic.
Then he pulled away, his eyes widening a little. “W-wait. Um, Dev? Whaddya say we take this back to the bedroom?”
Devin, feeling aroused in his tights from the passionate kiss, nodded in agreement.
Some two minutes later, Sam smiled broadly as soon as the two of them re-entered the bedroom. He couldn’t wait to get started, both with his new relationship and this particular session. He looked at Dev expectantly and then nodded towards the bed, as though expecting him to lay on it and let him have some fun.
Devin nodded, before climbing back onto the bed, waiting for Sam to do his thing. He wondered what the ghost was planning, but somehow he wasn’t worried, his toes wiggling excitedly.
Sam rubbed his chin as though pondering what to do… and then he got an idea that made him smirk mischievously. A few moments later, he dove into the blanket, possessing it, and made it wrap the jock up like a burrito; only his head and feet were sticking out. Devin was, of course, taken by surprise, wiggling like a worm, his toes hanging out, wiggling intensely, impressed at how tightly Sam was able to wrap him up.
Floating back out of the blanket, the ghost couldn’t help but whistle in appreciation at his own handiwork. He then floated down to examine Dev’s feet, admiring their shape and smoothness. “Magnificent…” He cradled both of Dev’s in his hands, his fingers just solid enough to slide across the smooth skin. “What size are these beauties? They look like you’ve taken excellent care of them. I take it you’re a track runner, or a soccer player… perhaps a swimmer?”
Devin shivered, the fingers feeling good against his soft, sensitive feet. “T-track…” he replied nervously, wiggling and rubbing his toes against each other as he knew what was coming (and who’d be cumming, for that matter). “And uh, size 13.” He bit his lower lip, a veneer of sweat clinging to his soles.
“I don’t think what they say about guys is true, at least the common interpretation,” Sam replied, wiping a tiny bit of ectoplasmic drool from his lips. “But I do know that big feet have more… tickler real estate!” With that he started walking two fingers up and down each of Dev’s large sensitive soles…
Dev’s eyes went wide as he began to laugh, wiggling in the blanket like a worm on a hook, his toes stretching, feet twitching and wiggling, his hysterical laughter echoing throughout the quiet house.
The feeling was exhilarating. Sam indulged in tormenting his friend’s soles with great satisfaction, his fingers teasing up and down the arches and dancing across the balls and heels. It seemed as though his touch sank down into the very nerves of Dev’s feet, driving him to maximum ticklish insanity!
Dev laughed harder and harder, precum already filling his pants and staining the blanket as he squirmed wildly about. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA N-NONONOOOOOOHOHO!”
Sam was in veritable heaven; so soft and ticklish were Dev’s soles that even the lightest touch could elicit helpless laughter! The wonderful memories of indulging with his old love returned to him, but this time he let the happiness of these memories flow through him, casting aside all reservations as he leaned in and ran his tongue up and down Sam’s left sole…
Devin’s laughter increased in intensity, his eyes widening, trickles of flying from his mouth as his head thrashed about wildly. “HAHAHAHEHAHAHAHUHOOHOOHOO S-SAAAAAM! SAAAAIEEEEEEEEE!!!” He dissolved once more into hysterics, his toes stretching in ways he didn’t know were possible. And somehow, he felt himself hard as a rock, despite the tight hold of the blanket.
Sam noticed the bulge visible even through the blanket. There were several rips in the blanket as well. “Oh here, lemme help…” He floated over, letting his wispy trail tickle Dev’s soles for the moment, and slid his hand through the blanket, pulling the fibers apart and helping the man’s cock free.
Devin looked down at his long cock now poking out of the fabric, a bead of thick white precum at the tip. “No nononono!” Devin playfully pleaded, shaking his head but really wanting the ghost to enter.
Sam looked down at Dev’s 9-inch member, and then back at his face expectantly. “Do you want me to, or no?”
Devin calmed down a bit and smiled. “Wreck me, bro,” he replied, so horny he could barely think straight.
Sam smiled, licking his lips slightly. And then he opened his mouth, leaned down, and engulfed the head of his dick, his tongue already transforming into the same madness-inducing feeler. Dev’s feet weren’t untouched either, as multiple ghostly wisps now began brushing between his toes and around his arches like feathery tentacles made of smoke.
Devin regretted his answer as he begin laughing dryly “GYAAAAHHAHHAHHHAAAAH! YYESSSS AHAH NOOOOOHHAHAHAH WWHY HOW WHO WHERE HAHAHEEEE M-MERCEEEEEEEE!” His toes wiggled and stretched, his cock wiggled violently as the strange ticklers tantalized both it and his big feet.
Sam’s bizarre tongue was getting warmed up, wrapping itself around his cock head and teasing the sensitive flesh in a torturous spiral. A few moments later, the tip found the slit, licking the precum from it before beginning to slide its way in. Devin leaned up, shaking his head in panicked, useless denial as his feet moved up and down. And then with a moan of raw ecstasy, his head fell back down, breathing heavily as his balls suddenly drained.
Sam was taken by quite a surprise, his mouth and throat suddenly full of sweet, sticky cum… He couldn’t stop himself. His tongue teased along Dev’s slit for just a few moments, and then suddenly dove straight in, the tastebuds forming into little wiry bristles that played merry havoc on the inner lining of his sensitive urethra!
Devin shrieked like a madman, his hair sweaty and shifting wildly as his whole body bent in an attempt to break from the blanket, but it could not, instead he had to endure the maddening urethra treatment as his dick drove him utterly CRAZY. Sam’s tongue worked wonders upon Dev’s interior, brushing and licking every last bit of sticky spunk for the second time that night. Then in defiance of physics, it seemed to pass THROUGH his urethra and dip right into his scrotum, the tickling sensation now assaulting his testicles as well! His fingertips were also wiggling against the back of his balls, the torment transpiring both inside and out, driving Dev over the edge of insanity…
Dev’s eyes were so wide they almost popped out of his skull, his screams of maddened delight actually audible from outside the mansion. His head was wildly shaking in disbelief that the tickling inside his meaty cock and balls was driving him insane, his toes spread so wide – still teased by Sam’s wispy tail-end – that he thought the joints were going to break!
Sam was quite sure he’d extracted every last drop of cum that Dev could muster, but he was still hungry for more… Of course, he didn’t want to cause undue harm to his new lover, but soon he realized another solution. Within a matter of seconds, he’d withdrawn his tongue - which tickled Dev’s urethra all the way out - and floated up just a little, giving him time to catch his breath. “You alright, man? Geez, must’ve overdone it a tad…”
Dev’s eyes were wide open, breathing heavily as he tried to recover, still emitting hearty laughs as Sam removed his tongue from his urethra.
“…I’d take that as a no?”
“That was… I-intense,” Dev replied weakly. His toes scrunched and wiggled, exhausted from the ludicrous amounts of tickling and that amazing orgasm.
“No duh,” Sam replied, rubbing the back of his head and chuckling. “Guess I overdid it a tad… Here, lemme help you out a little.” It took him a few moments of possessing the blanket again, but soon Dev was freed up… and now on his stomach, his ass once again vulnerable. Sam had rimmed him before, and he was no longer afraid to do it again. Dev’s breathing turned into gasps of pleasure, his stomach moving in and out as he adjusted his hard, wet cock.
Sam wasted no time, already feeling his cock begin to harden. He spread Dev’s lower cheeks wide, and started ticklishly licking around his hole, as though lubricating it for the next and more important step.
Devin moaned, giggling lightly as his cock, much to his surprise, hardened again as Sam’s ghostly tongue licked his asshole with intense fervor. His toes scrunched tightly and his thighs clenched, while on the other end he bought both arms overhead.
Sam continued rimming his lover with rapturous glee, his tongue actually slipping INSIDE his hole and teasing his way up towards his prostate. Once it found the spot it lightly teased around and around upon it, driving Dev wild! He moaned, wildly, clenching the bedsheets of the bed as tight as he could, almost tearing them, his toes clenching tightly. A sheet of sweat was now covering his entire body, such was the intensity of his arousal.
Sam couldn’t take it anymore. Withdrawing his tongue, he let his cock solidify, and then slid it neatly into Dev’s ass, the member extending in length until its head was rubbing against his prostate. It seemed to move of its own accord to some extent, like a weird tentacle, cold in nature but soft, moist, and tingly.
Dev’s entire body tingled, moaning deeply as he drooled into his pillow, his cock hard and leaking thick beads of precum. “Oh…yes…” he moaned as he felt delight and no pain, his body felt like it was floating.
Sam thrust in and out, in and out, his paranormal nature starting to take effect in full force. Next thing Dev knew, he really WAS floating, starting to rise upwards as though the bed itself was being raised… except it was still grounded, leaving him floating two feet off of it, lost in sheer pleasure as Sam’s orgasm began to build up within him…
Dev moaned, his knees bent, reaching Sam’s ghostly ears as he moaned in pleasure, close to cumming, precum now dripping on the bed like water from a broken faucet “S-S-sam…uh…I love you,” He moaned, something he was unsure he’d ever say to someone, let alone a ghost, but it felt right.
“…as I love y-you,” Sam finished. His tail finally disengaged from Dev’s feet, developing a sucker-like mouth of its own, covered inside with little tongues, with an all too familiar tendril snaking out from within. The feeler extended, coiled around the jock’s manhood, and started pumping in rhythm to Sam’s thrusting, the ghost beginning to moan deeply himself…
Dev moaned and began giggling lightly as his eyes rolled back, closer and closer to cumming. The handsome ghost was doing quite the pleasurable number on him, one he had never felt before, wiggling his toes against the sucker-like mouths “Gah… uh… so… so… g-great…” he moaned. “So close!” He couldn’t help it – his cock chose at that point to leaked into the tendril engulfing it.
Sam was so close too, he could feel it! He couldn’t stop to think, the sucker on his tail end engulfed Dev’s cock, all of the little tongues inside immediately starting to lick and flicker upon every inch of its surface.
Devin’s eyes fluttered, and then he moaned fully and loudly, grunting and spraying his seed into the mouth of the sucker. And still the small tongues continued licking every centimeter of his sensitive manhood. “S-SAM, I’M CUMMING… OH YYYYESSSS…!” he moaned as he continued pumping more and more into the ghostly appendages.
At that same moment, Sam let out an ungodly howl, a roar like the dead themselves were returning with a vengeance… a sweet, high-pressured, ectoplasmic vengeance. He’d come inside of his partner, flooding him with ethereal spooge that seemed to vanish into nothingness almost as soon as it had exited…
At the same time, the hungry tendril on his tail maw gave into the taste of his sperm and dove into his urethra again, splitting into two upon reaching the base of his cock and snaking its way into the tubes leading towards his testicles as well - the micro-feelers covering its entire length tickling and licking the cum off of every inch of his urethra.
Devin moaned as he felt the strange goo fill him only to feel to fade away. Yet again he came into Sam, but a mere instant later, he felt the strange feeler enter his cock, eliciting a SHRIEK of laughter. “W-WHAT’RE YOU DOIN’, DUDE?!” It was such a foreign feeling, and he found to his surprise that he didn’t mind.
“Making sure I get aaaallll of it out,” said Sam. The dual feelers began to worm their way even deeper, sliding all the way down Dev’s vas deferens, and into his precious testicles… worming their way throughout the insides and sucking down the spunk, tickling places Dev had never thought could ever be tickled!
Devin began to laugh maniacally, his toes wiggling, eyes tearing. Despite his maddened shrieks, he felt almost paralyzed by the tendrils attacking his balls, his body not thwarting heavily like he would with most tickling. It was new and unique and was immensely intense… even more so when, a mere moment later, Sam gave in completely. His fingers began to lengthen and branch off, and soon they were dozens upon dozens of tentacles from their ethereal form, tipped with feathers, brushes, smaller hands, even tongues… Dev was completely paralyzed except for his head and vitals, unable to wiggle a toe even as one feathery appendage brushed along his left arch…
Dev looked up weakly as he continued laughing, seeing all the hands and their many appendages and worry entered his mind, but then another orgasm flowed over him. He didn’t get the chance to rest it off though before every single appendage had fallen upon him. He was paralyzed, unable to do anything but laugh and scream and tear up. Eventually he heard nothing, not even his laughs, feeling like he was in ecstasy, a unique bliss unfelt by anyone but him from the intense tickling taking over his body.
Soles, toes, pits, ribs, thighs, knees, privates both inside and out… even Sam’s dick had sprouted feelers as well that were tickling all around whatever they could reach inside his ass. Sam let out another ghostly moan of pure lust and came inside Dev, the ectoplasm seeming to phase through his entire body, making it so much more sensitive than usual. It seemed as though nothing else mattered to these two… All Sam could feel was his touch against Dev’s tender flesh, and all Dev could feel was the onslaught of maddening sensations from scalp to toe…
Devin’s laughter echoed throughout the house – even though he couldn’t hear it at all, only able to feel overwhelming pleasure and delight cascade over his entire form. It didn’t take long, but the pleasure was soon cut short as Devin passed out, his eyes opened wide, staring into nothingness, drooling, no longer laughing from the intense tickling.
A while later, he awoke once again, to discover that he had been tucked neatly into the bed (with the covers repaired to the best of Sam’s ability). The ghost was floating nearby, pouring through his journal.
“Oh hey, you’re up!” Sam said cheerfully. “I’m surprised you got up so soon after you drifted off. It’s only about an hour past dawn…”
“Dawn?!” Sam was surprised he made it through the night, sitting up as if he had something important to do, but all too suddenly, he couldn’t remember. He relaxed, looking over at Sam. “So that wasn’t a dream at all?” he asked, looking over at the spirit as though he couldn’t believe it himself. “And I’m glad.”
Sam smiled, and then floated over to the window to peek out of it surreptitiously. “Better get dressed and get ready to motor, man. The neighborhood landlord is like, already on his way. Man, if he sees anything on your bod he totally shouldn’t…”
Sam nodded, before preparing to get dressed. Then he realized that there was something missing…
“Crap, where’s all my clothes, dude? My shoes and whatnot?!” He panicked for a second and began looking for his clothing.
“I left ‘em next to the door. Don’t worry, I repaired and cleaned ‘em for you.” He smiled warmly, placing the journal back on one of the bookshelves - making sure to put it on the top shelf. “Gosh, man, you’ve gotta get more durable clothes if you’re gonna dive into haunted houses like mine in the future! …not that I’d mind seeing that bodacious physique of yours au naturale again, but still…”
Dev scratched the back of his head nervously “I sorta wish I could come back soon.” He started towards the door to retrieve his shoes
“Oh, and Dev?”
“Yes?”
Sam floated over and gave Dev a kiss on the lips. “Thank you, man. For everything.”
Devin kiss back warmly, almost floating off the ground himself. “You’re welcome, dude.”
The spirit that haunted this old manor smiled in gratitude, and then seemed to fade out of existence, just as there was a knock on the front door.
“Hello? Devin, are you still in there? I believe your staying period is over!”
“Yeah yeah, I’m comin’ down!” Devin ran downstairs, his bare feet clapping against the floor. Moments after he’d slipped his shoes on, he opened the door to see the landlord waiting on the doormat.
The landlord was looking up at the doorway when the door opened. His attention snapped back to Dev immediately, however, whereupon he asked, “It seems that some of the neighbors reported some… suspicious activity from this manor last night. Was there some kind of break-in like we feared there would be? One of those ‘paranormal investigators’, perchance?”
“Uh…well, they started to try, but I scared ‘em off.” Devin blushed as he said this, trying to save face.
The landlord tutted in response. “But the mansion is otherwise in the same condition as yesterday? Nothing vandalized or stolen?”
He shook his head. “Nope, everythin’ should be the same as when I entered.”
The landlord raised an eyebrow. “…hm. Well, then. However you handled the situation, I must admit you did a better job than I worried you would. The remaining payment shall be wired to your bank account forthwith. Though I assume that after tonight, we may have to hire someone else to mind the house while the usual security is occupied elsewhere?”
“No no, dude, I’d be tickled pink to watch it again! Now I know what to expect!” Dev blushed again, smiling and twiddling his thumbs.
The landlord raised an eyebrow, no doubt suspicious and slightly perturbed at this reply. But he let out a small sigh a second later. “Just don’t say I didn’t warn you regarding last night, because I’m sure it won’t be the last time you’ll have to face it. Just let us know when you can be available and maybe, if management allows, we’ll be able to arrange another session. Alright. Good day to you, Devin.”
Devin nodded and began wondering home, looking back at the manor. Sort of hoping he could reutrn soon. Or maybe even be one of those “paranormal investigators” breaking in. He’d surely miss Sam and hoped that one day he’d be able to find the peace he needed. As he left the mansion behind, however, he couldn’t help but feel as though he was once again being watched. Someone from within the mansion was following him with his gaze… but far from being frightening, the feeling was now a comforting one.
And then a thought occurred to him. The lover Sam had mentioned in his journal, Donovan… He’d seemed a lot like him. Sam had even said as much himself. And given that he’d died in the early 70’s, long before Dev was born… He paused for a moment, blinking a few times as though trying to clear his mind. Was he really Sam’s lost love in the next life? It couldn’t be true, could it? But then he hadn’t believed in ghosts until last night either. Perhaps he really should ask the landlord sometime if he could house-sit once more… He did, after all, have some free time next Thursday.
Neither he nor the landlord knew it, but Sam was hoping too. Hoping that Devin would come back and share another night with him, and another, and another. Until then, he’d wait for him, always and forever, protecting the neighborhood Dev called home and above all, the manor on Eastwood Lane.
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