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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
2,489
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction about oral and anal sex between adults and minors of both sexes. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely co
Part 9
©2009 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
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Part 9
In the other bedroom, Frankie wasn't really tired. He kept thinking about the attic. Intrigued, he slipped his naked body out of bed and tiptoed to the attic door. Carefully he climbed the stairs. Through a window in the gable, the full moon gave enough light to see. There were boxes of Christmas ornaments, old furniture, suitcases, a rack with out-of-season dresses. Frankie laid down on a couch and started to jack off. Maybe what Doreen said about the attic being haunted planted the seed in his head, but he had the feeling he was not alone. He saw no one, but sensed someone else was very close. He stuck his middle finger in his asshole and it felt a lot thicker than his finger actually was, and went a lot deeper than his finger could go. He pulled it out, but still the fullness in his anus continued. He felt a weight on his chest and abdomen. He smelled a mixture of manly sweat, chalk dust, and floor cleaner. Then he heard it. A soft whisper in his ear, "Good Boy, Lenny."
Frankie was anxious but not terrified. Like when he used to listen to Grandpa's stories. It was scary but exciting. He wanted to stay to the end. He didn't want to miss anything. He whispered back to the invisible presence, "I'm not Lenny, I'm Frankie. Who are you?"
"You're teasing me, Lenny. You know it's your good buddy, Gillie."
Frankie started sweating, a million thoughts swirling in his head: Gillie!? That's the name of the guy Dad thought fucked Grandpa as a kid. Shit, of course, Lenny. That's Grandpa's name. Leonard. And now he's fucking me. He thinks I'm Lenny.
"I've been waiting for you, Lenny. Some other boys came up here, kids I didn't know. But I figured you'd come back, Lenny."
The phantom phallus felt as real in Frankie's tunnel as any other cock. He stopped worrying about correcting the apparition, and started giving in to the wonderful feeling. "Damn he sure fucks good," he thought. "No wonder Grandpa liked it." He wrapped his arms around the emptiness and hugged on tight. Gillie was pounding hard now, ramming his spirit tool deep up Frankie's hole. Frankie could feel hairy balls pressed on his ass. He closed his eyes, puckered, and felt a tongue invade his mouth. He moaned. It was eerie. It was exhilarating. It was thrilling. Then he felt the release. It seemed like Gillie was pumping decades of stored seed into his little lover boy. Frankie felt the intangible yet palpable weight above him relax. "Thank you, Gillie." But in response, he heard sobbing. The invisible presence was shaking. "Gillie, what's wrong?"
"I'm sorry. I'm bad. I shouldn't keep doing this to you. I don't mean to hurt you, Lenny."
"No no no! It didn't hurt, Gillie. I liked it a lot. Lenny liked it a lot. It felt real good. You didn't hurt me. You didn't hurt Lenny." The sobs became whimpers. Frankie sat up and sensed Gillie was sitting beside him. "Listen, Gillie, you're confused, that's all. Let me tell you about Lenny. He grew up and he never forgot you. He remembered how wonderful it was fucking with you. And when his son Frank was about the same age, he taught him to fuck also. And they loved fucking together. It was a good thing, not a bad thing. And Frank wasn't hurt either. Then Frank grew up and he had a son too. Frankie. That's me! And he fucks me too. And Lenny used to fuck me also. When men fuck boys and the boys like it, it's wonderful. You didn't do anything bad, Gillie. You were a good man, and Lenny loved you a lot. And he missed you a lot when you stopped fucking him." At the last sentence, the spirit began to sob heavily again. Frankie put his arms around him and held him tight. He wished he could think of something else to say or do to comfort the poor old man.
The next thing he heard was Ginny calling him. "Frankie, you better wake up. We have to get ready. We have a lot of meetings today." Frankie rubbed the sleep from his eyes, crept down the attic stairs and peeked into the hall. He saw only his mother standing outside his bedroom door. Doreen wasn't around. Thank goodness.
"Hi, Mom." Ginny spun around.
"Oh, you devil! What would Ms. Riley think of you sneaking into her attic? Shit, what would she think of you walking around her house butt naked?"
"Hehe, don't worry, Mom, I'll be ready real quick."
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As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Part 9
In the other bedroom, Frankie wasn't really tired. He kept thinking about the attic. Intrigued, he slipped his naked body out of bed and tiptoed to the attic door. Carefully he climbed the stairs. Through a window in the gable, the full moon gave enough light to see. There were boxes of Christmas ornaments, old furniture, suitcases, a rack with out-of-season dresses. Frankie laid down on a couch and started to jack off. Maybe what Doreen said about the attic being haunted planted the seed in his head, but he had the feeling he was not alone. He saw no one, but sensed someone else was very close. He stuck his middle finger in his asshole and it felt a lot thicker than his finger actually was, and went a lot deeper than his finger could go. He pulled it out, but still the fullness in his anus continued. He felt a weight on his chest and abdomen. He smelled a mixture of manly sweat, chalk dust, and floor cleaner. Then he heard it. A soft whisper in his ear, "Good Boy, Lenny."
Frankie was anxious but not terrified. Like when he used to listen to Grandpa's stories. It was scary but exciting. He wanted to stay to the end. He didn't want to miss anything. He whispered back to the invisible presence, "I'm not Lenny, I'm Frankie. Who are you?"
"You're teasing me, Lenny. You know it's your good buddy, Gillie."
Frankie started sweating, a million thoughts swirling in his head: Gillie!? That's the name of the guy Dad thought fucked Grandpa as a kid. Shit, of course, Lenny. That's Grandpa's name. Leonard. And now he's fucking me. He thinks I'm Lenny.
"I've been waiting for you, Lenny. Some other boys came up here, kids I didn't know. But I figured you'd come back, Lenny."
The phantom phallus felt as real in Frankie's tunnel as any other cock. He stopped worrying about correcting the apparition, and started giving in to the wonderful feeling. "Damn he sure fucks good," he thought. "No wonder Grandpa liked it." He wrapped his arms around the emptiness and hugged on tight. Gillie was pounding hard now, ramming his spirit tool deep up Frankie's hole. Frankie could feel hairy balls pressed on his ass. He closed his eyes, puckered, and felt a tongue invade his mouth. He moaned. It was eerie. It was exhilarating. It was thrilling. Then he felt the release. It seemed like Gillie was pumping decades of stored seed into his little lover boy. Frankie felt the intangible yet palpable weight above him relax. "Thank you, Gillie." But in response, he heard sobbing. The invisible presence was shaking. "Gillie, what's wrong?"
"I'm sorry. I'm bad. I shouldn't keep doing this to you. I don't mean to hurt you, Lenny."
"No no no! It didn't hurt, Gillie. I liked it a lot. Lenny liked it a lot. It felt real good. You didn't hurt me. You didn't hurt Lenny." The sobs became whimpers. Frankie sat up and sensed Gillie was sitting beside him. "Listen, Gillie, you're confused, that's all. Let me tell you about Lenny. He grew up and he never forgot you. He remembered how wonderful it was fucking with you. And when his son Frank was about the same age, he taught him to fuck also. And they loved fucking together. It was a good thing, not a bad thing. And Frank wasn't hurt either. Then Frank grew up and he had a son too. Frankie. That's me! And he fucks me too. And Lenny used to fuck me also. When men fuck boys and the boys like it, it's wonderful. You didn't do anything bad, Gillie. You were a good man, and Lenny loved you a lot. And he missed you a lot when you stopped fucking him." At the last sentence, the spirit began to sob heavily again. Frankie put his arms around him and held him tight. He wished he could think of something else to say or do to comfort the poor old man.
The next thing he heard was Ginny calling him. "Frankie, you better wake up. We have to get ready. We have a lot of meetings today." Frankie rubbed the sleep from his eyes, crept down the attic stairs and peeked into the hall. He saw only his mother standing outside his bedroom door. Doreen wasn't around. Thank goodness.
"Hi, Mom." Ginny spun around.
"Oh, you devil! What would Ms. Riley think of you sneaking into her attic? Shit, what would she think of you walking around her house butt naked?"
"Hehe, don't worry, Mom, I'll be ready real quick."
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.