The Other World
29th October 2014

Frustrated, sick to my stomach, shocked, ready to shatter your perfect, little world. Oh, sweet chaos, what have I done to deserve it? Was I a bad boy? Oh no, I was going to become one. Have you ever wondered what would you do if you had a total freedom? If there were no charges, no police? You could do everything, being the master of your own life, meeting no limits. I imagine this is when the demons are waking up, the true spirit of humanity, when our true one face gets revealed. It was the same for me. This feels fucking wrong when you go to sleep next to the boy like Robby and then wake up in a place where he is nowhere to be found. I wasn't quite sure what happened but then spotted today's date in some guy's newspaper and felt the rage building up inside of me. Who and why was playing with me this way? What was the point of this? I understood it right away, knowing that each year I will have only a few days to spend in the world of the living. I clenched my fists, I was ready to hurt, to kill, I wanted to release my tension, find an easy target.

The one thing I knew was that I shouldn't waste a single minute of this chance given to me and unleashed my fury right away. It wasn't just the sexual desire filling me but also the feeling of total helplessness. I wished everyone to pay for what was happening to me. This was not fair. The world was not fair! Grabbing one of the rocks I threw it at the nearby lamp causing the glass to shatter. Perfect sound, the music for my ears. The chaos. Everyone looked around for some kids to blame, but then it happened again. The stones appeared out of nowhere and destroyed every single lamp in this alley. Boom, boom! I laughed. I was the master, they were my puppets. Some of them started running away as I kept throwing rocks on them. I wonder what would the newspaper say? Would they call me a hurricane, a ufo attack, or a group hallucination? Oh yes, my rage was not fading as I was having fun. Scaring the birds was easy also – I think that animals can see me without a problem. This could be why they are so nervous at times.

There were quite a few restaurants located next to the park, a quite peaceful place, I must say. Despite the early hour, it was full of people eating their breakfast and chatting, spending their life in the most boring way. I walked between tables spreading my arms wide, aiming to hit all the cups and plates, causing them to fall onto the floor. Then repeated it in another row of tables, and another. The whole place filled with the screams, gasps, the sounds of the broken china. They were running away, kids were crying, the owner of the restaurant called the police. Oh, they should know that the Halloween is coming closer and closer. The paranormal stuff is bound to happen, isn't it?

Watching all the chaos I unleashed I realized one more thing. I wasn't that far from the apartment house Robbie was living in. For some reason it caused me to feel sad, knowing that in the best case I will spend another short three days beside him. Still, I went there right away, wondering if he changed much. After all, he was about to get hit by the puberty stick the last time I saw him. Well, once I walked into the familiar room I noticed that everything changed. This wasn't the boy's room anymore – it looked more like an office. I've checked rest of the flat and made sure that I was indeed in the same place as before. I recognized the bathroom, but his family photos were nowhere to be found. I had so many questions and felt truly sad knowing that I won't see him ever again. He was my little star, my fate.

“What a fucked up eternal life.” I said to myself, feeling that a single tear rushed down my cheek. Yes, I was crying. Now, when my anger was no more I was about to break down, I wanted someone to cuddle with me, to say that everything will be alright.

I wasn't sure what I wanted to do next. My existence had no point and the only thing I could do was following my dream, looking for more and more boys, spying on them, adoring them. Until one day everything will stop and I will get my rest. This was plain stupid, I knew it, but I had no other choice. This was not the romantic ghost movie, but my own eternal life. Oh, how much I wanted to speak to someone, to get some answers or better yet – to feel someone's hot body next to mine. But I was alone in the world of ghosts. I'm not going to lie. I've spent the first day crying all the time and making one big mess in this apartment. Perhaps I hoped to scare away the new owners, make them move away, hoping that in just a one year another boy will live in here? Sure, I could burn it all down, and I must admit I considered it a great idea for a moment. But just then, when I was standing next to desk tearing all papers to pieces I found the city map.

“I'm here, I think.” I said, pointing at the rectangular shape. “Damn, this city is big. Oh, so it's the Green street....”

Studying the map I've tried to learn where the interesting places are located. Do you know what I mean? What places would you find interesting if you were a ghost, who wanted to see handsome boys? Yeah, you guessed right, the swimming pools or schools. You know – for me it was like getting a location of the nearest grocery shop. I was feeding my soul seeing cute teenagers, especially if they were naked, exploring their sexuality. As I was lost in thoughts, thinking of all the wonders I was going to see, my finger pointed at one of the streets located on the other side of the city. It felt awfully familiar.

“I think...” I narrowed my eyes and started recalling the misty past. “My home could be in there. Yeah!”

Yes, now I remembered how it looked like, I felt the familiar smell filling my nostrils, I heard a distant voice. Staring once more at the map and making sure that I know my way I closed my eyes and started running. My brain knew the path, my body was shaking as if I was riding the world's fastest roller-coaster, every inch of my body was tearing apart, tensing up. I was flying, teleporting, traveling in time, I don't know how you can name it, but the sensation is pretty strange, you never get used to it. As I was traveling I started thinking what will happen once I get there. Sure, I had some hope that my parents are still alive. I couldn't recall their faces, just the fact that they both had blond hair.

And after twenty minutes I was standing before the place I called once home. It was an early evening and the sun started setting, covering everything in darkness. Oh, yes! The darkness arrived with me as if I was the rider of the apocalypse. When I saw the building some faint memories started to return. Honestly, I wasn't so sure If I wished to recover and place them all together again. I would be probably mad knowing that my family is living the happy life without me. So, when I walked through the front door I was delighted to see new furniture, different color of the paint on the wall but still the same familiar smell. Carrots. Damn, fucking carrots.

“I wonder who lives in here now.” I said and looked around the ground floor meeting no living person. Both salon, kitchen and small office room were empty. I sighed in relief.

Of course, I decided to check if someone is upstairs, I remembered very well this was the place where all living rooms, three in total, plus bathroom were located. Including mine. I took a deep breath, sensing some excitement as I walked through the wooden door, crossing fingers, hoping that this room still belongs to some boy my age. My bed and desk were still there, I guess my parents just couldn't throw them away.

I saw him. His presence made my heart beat like crazy. Or, more precisely, I saw the back of his head. The boy was sitting in front of the computer and searched for something on the internet. Was he home alone? I couldn't see his face but judging by his height he couldn't be older than me. Eleven, twelve, maybe. He was wearing an orange t-shirt and jeans, no shoes, just the white, slightly dirty socks. I looked at him for the moment wondering if he was going to be another boy to adore, who will disappear over a year.

Sitting down on my bed I observed his actions and felt my heart racing seeing as he navigated to some porn website and started browsing it, looking for an interesting movie to watch. One of his hands rested on the top of his pants – he began unzipping them, reaching inside. It seemed like I got here just in time. I must admit that I was rather disappointed with the movie. Some ordinary, classic heterosexual porn. You know, no kinky stuff. Was he new to it? Was it his third or maybe fourth time? His right hand started moving up and down slowly as he stared at the screen. Well, I hoped to get some better view so I repositioned myself on the bed, making a bit of noise.

He jumped and looked over his shoulder, his face was full of shock and fear. Now, when I was able to see him I could say he was a rather geeky, but handsome one. Cute, dark blue eyes, getting covered by his hair and a small, round nose full of freckles. He needed a haircut badly, I thought. I also noticed his small lips, all red from biting on them too often. Our eyes met. I felt like he was looking directly at me and then quickly turned off the browser and dressed himself while shouting.

“Mom! Mom!” I was surprised to notice that he kept glancing at me nervously from time to time. A few drops of sweat appeared on his forehead, he was blushing a lot.

Some woman, the boy's mother, opened the door and walked into his room, having all frightened face hearing her son screams. Yes, her face was a bit blank, I could tell she was really caring about him. On the other hand, she looked very tired, sleepy eyes. She quickly looked over her son, ignoring my presence.

“What is going on?” She asked in a loud voice. “I was just sleeping...”

“Who is this boy? What is he doing here?” The young teenager asked, pointing at me. The woman stared at the bed, but judging from the look on her face she was not able to see me. What a relief!

“Son, are you playing your magic tricks on me again?” She asked, looking at him and narrowing her eyes, but walked closer to the bed and looked under it. Wait, was she thinking that I'm the monster lurking under the bed? I liked her already.

“No, sitting on the bed.” The boy explained, pointing at me once more. I remained silent and unaware what to do next. This was unexpected, my mind raced, as I kept wondering what was going on. Was he really able to see me? And if so, why him and not his mother? And what was the magic thing his mother mentioned?

“Max, listen. I'm going back to get some sleep. Please do not disturb me.” She stated, trying to remain calm and walked out of the room, slamming door loudly. She was clearly getting mad at her kid.

Oh! So, his name was Max. Nice one! Looking at me again he blinked his eyes and bit his lip nervously. I could say what he was thinking about now. He was wondering if due to practicing some magic tricks he managed to develop some mental illness. Max clenched his fists, looked away for a second and then looked at me. I felt terrible dryness in my own throat, this was like getting a first kiss, awkward situation. Sure, I knew I could just run away and look for another boy to spy on but I was unable to move.

He spoke eventually.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” Max asked, his voice was still full of doubt.

“I'm Nicky. Can you really see me? And hear me?” I asked. “I... I used to live here.”

“Wait, are you a ghost? Why the hell are you spying on me? I was about to...” Max stated in a rather surprised voice, blushing. “Listen, I don't know. Should I help you in some way so you will disappear?” He asked, looking at me, the blond haired boy, recalling some paranormal stories book he read recently. They carefully explained what are ghosts and what are the reasons they are still among the living. A bunch of fairy tales, really.

“Is it possible that I can also. Hey, stop!” I said, regaining my strength and walked closer to him. He tried moving the chair back, but I reached for his shoulder and for the first time in my miserable afterlife I felt the warmth of someone's body. “Amazing.”

And then another adrenaline rush surged through him once I realized what does it mean. I could not only speak to the boy but also touch him and nobody would be able to see me. Nobody, but the poor boy, who clearly had some gift. Can you imagine how crazy it seemed at first? Poor Max was the person I was looking for, he was going to satisfy all my needs, thanks to him I could feel like a normal boy. Of course, I knew he was not going to like it, but I was not really asking him for a consent. My inner demons were happy, dancing.

“No, you are real. I can feel your touch. Ghosts are transparent and cold.” Max explained, recalling another book. “My mom must be playing pranks on me.” The boy reached for his mobile phone and took a picture of me, but judging from the look on his face I was nowhere to be found in the photo. “Ok, maybe this is just dream then. A wild one. Or I'm going crazy, yeah.”

The overwhelming power was everything I felt, I understood that I'm the master and he's just a little puppet, a rag-doll. Wasting time was not an option, especially when it was so limited. Pinching him I lowered my face to his, looking directly into his eyes. Was he able to read my mind? Not quite, seeing how he reacted to everything that happened later. Perhaps he hoped that I will become his friend? His friendly ghost, who will help him get rid of the bullies at the school? I think I saw that movie once. So, this was my chance. My dream. My hand rested on his neck - I lowered it down his body and his whole body started shaking in fear when I grabbed his zipper, lowering it.

“What the hell?” He shrieked in surprise. Pressing both hands against my chest he tried to push me away but just then I slid my hand inside his jeans and stroked it against his soft boyish package. “Leave me alone!”

Max managed to escape, and so our little game started. Running away from his room to the hallway he started banging his hands on the door to his mother's bedroom. I grabbed him by the waist and tried to drag him back to his room, evading hits aimed for my face. While he was busy fighting me I reached with my hand down his pants and unbuttoned them, revealing boy's boxers. To my surprise, I loved playing with him rough, but he was just a bit smaller than me, not as strong, and most certainly still shocked.

“No!” He cried. “Let me alone, fucker!”

Eh, I wished to slide his jeans using my hand but he figured out what I was doing and grabbed them, pulling up. Well. At least he wasn't trying to punch me anymore, focusing more on keeping himself clothed. I must admit it took me a while to move him back and I adored his efforts, using more and more strength to drag him back. I think he started crying at this point, his voice became louder, full of panic.

“Just let it go, everyone will think you are mental, fighting the air.” I hissed, pressing my face against his ear and biting on it. I felt the familiar smell of fear all over his body, it was overwhelming, filled my nostrils, causing my arousal to reach extreme peaks. Max finally understood what I wanted to do and how bad was his position.

“Bro, what are you doing?” I've heard some silent voice beside me and we both turned our heads to see a small boy. Max's brother was standing in the hallway. He clearly got alerted by the noises and seeing his brother walking backward to his room, trying to keep his pants on wasn't really helpful to understand what was going on.

“Help me!” Max screamed and woke up his mom again. The sparks of fury were dancing in her eyes as she walked out of her bedroom, holding a belt in her hand. I let him go, causing his body to hit the floor and disappeared, walking through the wall into his room, letting her finish my job.

“What the fuck is wrong with you today Max?” She screamed, grabbing her son by his arm and pushing him to his room. “I don't want to hear a single word from you in the next hour. Is this clear or do you want your little brother to watch you getting spanked?” She trembled in anger, raising her hand, looking at the boy who was now bawling.

He was done. Yes, poor Max Doyle was in tears and unable to do anything at all. He tried to excuse himself but he couldn't find any explanation his mother would understand or believe. More and more tears rolled down his cheeks as he kept crying, trying to mutter a word. I observed as the woman pushed him onto his bed and left the room. I looked at him, still sobbing, with his pants down his knees. He wasn't able to keep them up when his mother was dragging him back to the room. What a little, poor bird! What a miserable thing! I needed to cheer him up in my own way.

“Oh, don't worry, you will like it.” I stated and sat on his naked hips, blocking him from getting up or pulling his jeans up.

So, first of all, Max was wearing red boxer-briefs, which seemed a bit small for a boy his size. On the other hand, I thought the bulge was rather little, smaller than Billy's. In the beginning, I could not tell if Max was a late bloomer or just a sissy, but then again – he was eleven, twelve in one week. Oh, I was not complaining, not at all, I was playing a different game now, I was doing something I could never do with Billy. Obviously, it was much better and forcing it made it only more exciting. I touched his private parts again and put some pressure on his boyish package, fondling it. I was impatient, hungry for sex and burning with lust, so I placed my fingers on his sides, putting them under the elastic band.

Max squirmed a little bit, wiggling his body to the sides, he was like a fish out of the water, powerless, weak, his fate depended on me. I know what you are thinking, I was taking advantage of him, using him. And you know what? You are right, but I bet you would do the same if you were me. I enjoyed the moment of his defeat, watched as more and more of his pubic area was exposed. Well, it wasn't just me, through his clenched, tears filled eyes Max stared at my hands, all silent. For him this was a humiliation – being forcefully stripped by another person. His most private parts brought to the light, all the greatest secrets revealed to another boy who was about his age. A torment, or even more, the worst, hellish nightmare.

“Stop, please. We can, we can talk!” I heard his silent whisper but did not react in any way. I think you know why – It was not my brain commanding me, but my erection and desires. I wished him to pay for everything that happened to me, I wanted revenge.

A few more seconds passed. I won the fight and freed him from the last unnecessary piece of cloth sliding it down his legs. As you can imagine, I enjoyed the view. This was my first chance to examine and touch some other boy's genitalia. His maturing penis wasn't as small as I thought, but not big for someone his age. Average size? Maybe. It wasn't that important to me. He was not cut, his foreskin was barely covering the glans, I could see his reddened urethra shining in the middle of it. Max's testicles definitely showed signs of the onset of puberty, I could spot some hair covering them, the scrotum dangled loosely between his legs. The whole shaft, the little member, and the eggs seemed so fragile and sensitive to stimulation. This was his weak point, I knew I could inflict both pleasure and pain with a single finger.

“Can you cum yet?” I asked him, feeling the cold sensation down my stomach as I grabbed his soft shaft and began squeezing it between my fingers, pinching the top of his foreskin.

Max made another attempt to knock me off, his body was all tensed up, especially when he felt the sudden wave of pain radiating from his member. His foreskin was a bit tight, and as soon as I started retracting it he cried louder than before. The skin was all stretched, reddened, embracing the tip which started getting swollen. And Max, he clenched his teeth, he tried to not look at me or his privates. Instead, he turned away, closing his eyes. I heard another quiet sob and was aware that he wanted to scream for help, knowing that nobody can help him. I played with him some more, pulling the foreskin once more, causing his whole body to jump in place.

“They should circumcise you.” I explained and grabbed him by his chin, leaning closer, looking directly into his sad eyes. Max's face was wet from tears, snot dribbled out of his cute little nose. “You like it? Don't you? Getting abused?”

It seemed obvious to me, unless his body worked against him. This was also a possibility, Max still tried to comprehend what was going on, his brain was full of thoughts while his body simply responded to the stimulation. I'm not going to lie, he achieved the erection within seconds, the more I tortured his sensitive foreskin the harder the whole shaft was getting. Do they call it a Stockholm Syndrome? Yeah, his cock was suffering from it. Besides, the tension building up inside me was unbearable, I wanted to cum right here and now and spend the whole evening doing it again and again. Until I claim his fully.

Sighing, I decided to free my own penis from its painful trap. Max showed some interest at first when I slid my pants and underwear slightly only to expose myself to him. He tried to escape his hand as I grabbed it and moved closer to my shaft, stroking his fingers against my shaft. Oh, his touch felt so remarkable, nobody touched me in there before, Max was my first lover, my first toy. There was something about his clumsy, skinny fingers, about his trembling hand, you can't imagine.

“Grab it?” I asked and reached for one of his testicles, placed it between my fingers and pinched it. He gasped in pain and quickly followed my order. “Good boy. Start jerking me off.”

“I'm not gay!” He said louder than before, covering his mouth with his palm as he recalled his mother's words. Still, his hand was wrapped tightly around my shaft. “Stop raping me!”

“I'm just jerking you off and we are having fun. Wouldn't call this a rape.” I answered and smiled, seeing as his hand started moving up and down my shaft slowly. Oh yes, he was an obedient one and I was thinking of rewarding him, seeing that some precum appeared on top of his penis. “Do you want me to suck you?”

“No!” He exclaimed as I knelt on the floor. He had the chance to run away but haven't moved by an inch. His body was burning with lust, his erected penis twitched a little bit, leaking more and more of his juices. Pressing his hips against the bed I leaned closer to his most private parts.

No protest, no reaction. Max was just laying there when I placed the tip of my tongue on the top of his swollen glans for the first time. I must admit, I was surprised by the taste, it was nothing like I imagined, but I think I was mostly tasting his precum. You know, I always dreamed of giving someone a blowjob and wondered how does it feel. Well, it's sticky, hot and wet. And as soon as you start sucking the shaft feels much bigger in your mouth, even though it belongs to such small and skinny boy. Finally, he moaned for the first time and his whole body tensed up when I touched the sensitive frenulum, pushing my tongue under the tight foreskin. Another wave of pain surged through him. I was masturbating myself now, adoring his low grunts, opening my mouth wider, letting more of the boyish shaft to slid inside.

The bed was shaking and the sheets became all wet from his sweat. Oh, Max was really nervous, after all, it was his first time, a mixture of pleasure and torment. Both of us were really busy, almost obsessed. While I focused on his penis, making sure to explore every part of it, Max tried to remain quiet, grabbing the bedding and squeezing it with his hands, looking up to the ceiling. Believe me, it was rather funny to see his body jump every now and then as I made another attempt at retracting his foreskin and touched another sensitive spot on his penis. It's not hard to imagine what was going on inside his head, he felt the pleasure that was incredibly intense, yet it felt so wrong that someone was forcing him to do so.

“No, no! Please! Stop!” Another low moan escaped his drooling mouth. Another tear rolled down his cheek. He was clearly overreacting, any other boy would praise me for doing it, and he acted like a sissy. Or maybe was it about the fact that I squeezed his testicles and put some pressure on them? No idea.

Little I knew that there was another silent viewer, spying on us. We could not see him, he was a master of disguise, a master for whom the whole situation seemed quite strange. Max had a little brother named Jack, I mentioned him already. This young boy was now experiencing some new feelings as he looked through the gap in the door at his big brother's naked body. At first, he was worried about when he heard his brother speaking to himself but then noticed that Max is getting naked and decided to stay and watch. Jack was a curious kid, you can't blame him. And well, he was really cute. Nine years old if I recall correctly.

Now, Jack saw it all. His brother's penis was all big, red and shiny, getting wetter with every moment. The skin covering the glans seemed to move by itself. The little brother knew that Max liked some magic tricks but most of them were total disasters. Was it really magic in the making? But then, why was Max still crying and whispering “No”, when it was clear that he felt the overwhelming pleasure? This was all nothing, but a nonsense. Should he tell their mother about it? She stated it many times that they were not allowed to play with their privates and that they should keep them clean.

“You are leaking like crazy. Think it's time to cum, right?” I asked and placed the tip of my tongue at Max's urethral opening, pressing against it, sliding over, feeling the salty taste in my mouth. Then I repositioned myself on Max's legs again, placing my penis next to his and grabbed both shafts at once.

“No, I don't want to...” Max muttered again, feeling the wild flames of desire dancing all over his pelvis. It was over! His whole body trembled on the shaking bed as I kept stroking furiously, he was making a lot of noise.

Wishing to feel the orgasm surging through his body I grabbed Max's scrotum sensing the hot sperm leaving it, the testicles pulsating and getting hot. The fresh seed spurted further than usual. Max wasn't aware of it yet, as he breathed deeply, feeling this pleasure filling every inch of his body. He was very surprised when the first hot stream hit his cheek, and the second one landed next to it, painting his face white. I could say he felt disgusting cumming over his own body, the sharp smell filled his nostrils. Few more spurts covered his sweat stained shirt, the smallest ones started dripping down his exposed abdomen. Max's little brother was sure amazed by the view. He didn't know that some boys can produce milk.

Blinking his eyes, hoping that his torment is over Max gasped for breath, opening his mouth wide, but just then a strange thing happened. He was all confused, thinking his second orgasm appeared out of nowhere, but then noticed that it wasn't his penis ejaculating. My mind was black again and I was still jerking off, sending long ropes of my cum over the boy lying on the bed. Oh, it just happened that I aimed for his face and lips, covering them with the fresh layer of fluid. My orgasm was no less intense and for one second I hoped that it will never end, just like my cum will kept spurting all over Max and his bed, who tried to evade it only to get covered by more and more of my sperm. Well, I wasn't cumming for over one year, what do you expect?

“Wow!” Jack whispered as quiet as possible, seeing his older brother in all mess. The milk seemed to be even in his brother's hair, and dripped down his body, covering more of it. The boy's orange shirt was soaked in it and boy's sweat.

“Ok. Here's the news.” I stated, placing my penis in pants and carefully zipping them. A single glance at him made me all amused. Max was defeated, all naked, barely breathing, spitting the cum out. “Don't try to stop me. I will always win, Max. You aren't able to do shit about it.” I smiled, seeing as the boy was about to burst into tears again. “And don't even think of reporting this somewhere, you know why? They will think you are mental.” I explained. “Sir, ghost raped me. Or should I say... ghost is raping me every day.”

Of course, I knew what was my plan for the coming days and you can imagine what was going through my mind. Wishing to use this opportunity the best possible way I needed to make sure he knew his place, he was my puppet, my sweet toy. Also, for some reason I wasn't feeling guilt no more, only more excitement as I was feeding on his emotions, and these were as strong as before. Sitting down on the bed next to the living boy I helped him to take off his shirt, leaving him naked, vulnerable. His boyish chest was all sweaty and wet as some of cum soaked through the thin fabric. He was really skinny. I was able to count his ribs without any problem. Most of them glistened in the faint light.

“Off with your socks too.” I ordered him and he obeyed right away, exposing himself fully, from head to feet. “Stand before me, hands behind your hand.” I wanted to see every part of his growing body, examine him.

Grabbing him by I dragged him closer, stuck my tongue out and began exploring his body, starting by the cum dripping navel. Max whined when my tongue tip drilled inside, licking it clean from the tasty mixture of sweat and semen mixture which covered most of his torso. I must admit he smelled terrific, his maturing body felt great, I traced every single muscle and bump of his velvet skin. Adored it, tasted him, breathing deeply. As I moved my tongue higher I felt another erection growing in my pants. I sucked on his pinkish nipples, biting them a little bit, gently massaging his back.

As long as he obeyed my orders I allowed him to feel great. Also, I licked his armpits, paid extra attention to his delicate neck, sucking on his skin, leaving the hickey behind. When my face was on the same level as his I noticed his eyes, full of hate, still wet and swollen from crying. He did not dare to mutter a word when I licked his chin, coating my tongue with our semen. But when I placed my lips on his he panicked and tried to push me away, feeling all disgusted. I reached down for his scrotum, holding him tightly in place.

“Please, let me go.” Max cried, feeling the intense pain between his legs. “I need to get a shower!”

“Not until you kiss me.” I said and pulled his balls again. A grimace appeared on his face, he opened his mouth wide, pushing his chin forward, closing his eyes. I wasted no time and forced my tongue inside, allowing him to taste the mixture covering his body.

This sure wasn't easy for him but he managed to get his tongue inside my mouth too. This was the first time for both of us, so it wasn't really passionate or romantic kiss. More like exchanging fluids and trying to find our place, all clumsy, dirty, disgusting in his case. I still liked it, as it was nothing like I imagined before. When I finally let him go he was barely breathing, all blushing and sweating again. Plus he managed to get another erection, good boy.

“Yep, now you are free to go.” I stated and opened the door for him. Of course, I spotted his younger brother running away – I wasn't sure what was he doing back then. It was revealed much later.

Max ran through the hallway just in his boxers. I allowed them to wear them, because why not? After all, I needed him to get shower quickly so we could continue our fun. In the meantime I started exploring his room, learning more about him. I found it interesting to use his computer and installed parental control, blocking him from viewing porn permanently. He was surely mad at me, but I did not quite care, at least for as long as I'm here. I also looked through his family pictures, they were one happy family, their father seemed to serve in the army, they spent each summer traveling aboard. If only the man knew how perverted his son was, he would be disappointed.

Then I searched his belongings and tried to find my old things, which were left behind when my family sold this house. I haven't found much, I mean, his book of magic looked nice and old, but the text inside seemed like a joke. How to pull the rabbit out of the hat? Making any item disappear? The heck, this book was like one hundred years old and they described just the cheap tricks for losers. No wonder it wasn't working and they considered him the worst magician ever.

Okay, I admit, there was more. Just a single photo of me and my parents, which was hidden behind the mirror. Well, we sure looked happy. No idea what happened. I tried to find some information regarding kids that died in the area in the last few years but found nothing interesting. I was disappointed – I was under an impression that my death was a big thing. In five minutes Max was back in the room.

“Feeling better now?” I asked, smiling at him.

“Yeah.” He answered shortly, everything that happened was bothering him. “Listen, can we talk?”

Oh, this was new. I did not know he was eager to initiate a conversation, but I could say he was choosing the words carefully as if he hoped not to anger me again. I looked at him, still smiling, his hair was still wet and he wasn't wearing the shirt, just some baggy pants. Sitting in front of his computer I nodded, seeing him positioning himself on the bed. Was he ready for another round? Or was there more about him? Perhaps he wasn't so weak? No, bullshit. Max was just the nerdy boy everyone was bullying.

“Why do you do this stuff?” He asked, looking at the floor.

“Because I find it amazing that someone can see and touch me? Huh?”

“B-but... You are a ghost, right? Shouldn't you scare people in some castle or just help them?” He asked, once again referring to books he used to read recently. For him the world was black and white.

“Don't act like you are any different, pervert.” I stated, quickly explaining what I meant. “I looked through your browser history. You are spending like two hours every day watching porn. What would your father say?”

“But we are both boys! This is disgusting!” He tried to use this argument again but I just laughed.

“Doesn't stop you from feeling good.”

“But I don't want to!” Max claimed, getting angry again, clenching his fists. He tried to be a good diplomat but failed miserably. “I hate it!”

“You like it, just admit it. You like when someone uses you. I know what porn you were watching. Was it fun to see all these women being tied up and gang raped? This is what you want, right?” I asked, smiling, revealing his biggest secret. He wasn't so innocent after all.

“I-I w-was just curious... I...” He covered his face with hands, feeling the wave of shame all over his body.

Just then, when he was about to bring up another pathetic excuse his mother called him for the supper. I was surprised to see how much time has passed. I was here just for about two hours and managed to turn this boy's life upside down. His old world was shattered into pieces, these were the days he was going to remember forever. Max sure wasn't expecting this to happen, but so wasn't I. Even the death was surprising at times, my powers were getting stronger, I kept discovering more interesting abilities every day. Perhaps in seven years from now, I will be the one they call the Beast in the Book of Revelation. The Breaker. The beginning and the end.

I followed Max to the dining room and sat next to him, watching his family as they started eating. So there they were, Max's cute little brother, his mother, but dad, the head of the family was not here. For one brief second I wanted to learn more about him, I wondered if his parents were divorced, but then again, his mother was wearing a wedding ring. Max's father would sure hate to learn about his son's porn habits, not to mention his wimpy behavior. Ah, yes, poor Max Doyle was a perfect victim, no wonder everyone was making fun of him, especially when his hobbies were related to magic tricks. Right now, as he was busy eating I reached for his pants, grabbing his crotch. He squealed, and I laughed seeing his reddened face.

“Max?” His mother scowled, another wave of anger crossed her face. She wasn't alone as I quickly spotted Jack who seemed to blush every time he looked at his older brother. His young mind was full of perverted images.

“Tell her that you don't feel well and that you want to go to the sleep.” I ordered him, hoping that he will obey. He spent at least ten minutes eating! What a waste of my precious time!

“Mom, can I go? My stomach aches really bad.” Max explained, faking grimace of pain on his face and grabbed his belly. Surprisingly enough, he was one good actor.

“Alright, remember I'm working night shift today. I expect you to watch over your brother in the morning.” She shouted as soon as he walked out of the room and went to the second floor. I followed him, looking at his cute, round butt. Also, for some reason, he was walking slowly as if he tried to delay the inevitable.

Something changed inside in him, when we got there he had the same scared look on his face as if he saw me for the very first time in his life. Back then I still struggled reading people's mind and emotions. I figured it out later, Max knew that I wanted to continue my fun, he wasn't quite enjoying it. His brain kept telling him what's wrong and good and I needed to rewire it, get rid of the unneeded shame and guilt, carving more and more memories he will remember forever. Shouldn't boy like him think only of the lust and enjoy it when he gets the chance to score? Would he do the same if I was an attractive girl? I hate the dumb double standards!

“So, how often do you jerk off?” I asked, pointing at the bed, telling him to sit down. I felt like a teacher. And he was nothing more but one bad student.

“I don't know. Six times is my best so far.” He answered casually.

“You are such a pervert. Really. No more, not now, when I'm here.” I explained the new rules, looking at the tent forming in his pants. A teenage boys, I tell you, they can't sit still for five minutes without getting the erection.

“Yeah, and how are you going to stop me? I can just sit here and you will watch, pervert!” He snarled, sat down in front of his computer and navigated to his favorite porn page. “What the hell? Why isn't this working?”

“Get some sleep. We will be really busy tomorrow.” I faked my smile, knowing what evil thoughts are filling my mind. As you expect, I wanted to make sure that Max will remember coming Halloween's night until the end of his life.

I hoped to force him again into some new stuff, we were making some progress. For example, I knew he would love me to blow him right there and right now. This is why he was getting angry, he expected me to do it, but I wished to surprise him once more, see some tears flooding his cute eyes. Little he knew that I managed to learn what was his greatest fear. And the greatest fears do always work, as you can imagine. Oh yes, reading through his boring teenage magician's journal gave me some ideas. You see, every human has some irrational fear. For me, it was getting on top of the high building or walking through the bridge. I'm not able to explain this stuff, but every time I was walking through one, my legs were shaking, I was sweating badly, thinking of death. As for Max, well, he was afraid of sharp edges, things like the knives, needles, nails, scissors. I made him cry by grabbing his hairless sack. It's easy to imagine what I could achieve by combining it with his greatest fear.

“Strip and wear it.” I stated, my voice was getting angry as a warning for him. “And don't even think of disobeying my orders.”

“Alright.” Max answered and added. “But I'm not in a sleeping mood. This won't work.”

“Believe, it will, once you get your pacifier.” I whispered, preparing the bed for both of us.

I liked to see him all confused, unaware of what will happen next. As he began changing his clothes I adored the view before me, he was stripping casually, exposing his chest and underwear, standing almost naked. His erection was clearly visible under the thin cloth, forming a nice tent. He was about to finish putting on his pajama top when I told him that I actually changed my mind.

“On the other hand, it will be better for you to sleep naked.” I suggested and walked closer to him, grabbing the very top button in his shirt and unbuttoned it.

“No way. Someone will see me. My mom or brother can walk into my room anytime.” He explained, blushing.

Thankfully, there's one thing I like about pajamas – they are much easier to take off. You don't need to fight the buttons, the zippers or belts. It's just thin fabric, no tight pants, single rapid move and you are all naked before you realize. This happened now to the eleven year's old Max. Before the boy could react I slid his pants and underwear down his ankles and pushed him onto the bed. My power was growing with every moment, and his will of fight was getting weaker. I loved humiliating him.

“You don't have anything to hide, really.” I snarled, looking at his stiffened organ. “Strip your shirt, or else...” Strangely enough, he obeyed right away, leaving himself totally naked in front of me. I admit, it made me a bit mad seeing that he doesn't feel that I'm forcing him into this. For some reason seeing him cry and in pain worked better.

“Suck on it now, fag!” He exclaimed and grabbed his penis, slid the foreskin by a little bit and pointed it my direction. Max was getting all cheeky. “Ghost cocksucker!”

“Good.” I answered, preparing for the great reveal and started undressing. “What position do you usually sleep in?” I asked, lifting my hands to take off my shirt. His face expressed confusion as he tried to understand what I meant.

“Why are you asking?”

“Just answer, kid. It will be fine.” I claimed, lowering my pants and seeing some panic on his face. He surely wanted to be close with some boy, just not that close. Well, for me this was new also. I never had the courage to walk around naked, even when I became a ghost. I mean, what for?

“I sleep on my side, right or left, yeah...” Max scowled, looking at me. I could see that his eyes followed my movements. As soon as I slid my boxers down and rested on the bed next to him he shivered a little bit. Or perhaps it was the position in which I rested. Upside down, beside him, my crotch right in front of his face.

“So here's the plan. Since you are a baby you will keep sucking on pacifier till you fall asleep.” I explained, predicting that Max will try to fight it. But instead, he laughed and turned away from me.

“I said I'm not gay. You are clearly one, but I like girls, you faggot.” He hissed.

So, I started the little torture and reached for the needle hidden under his mattress. I managed to find some when he was taking a shower. Little he knew, his room was full of useful devices which were just waiting to be put in use. For example his magician's stick, the baseball bat, all the strings and the dirty socks. Oh yes, my plan included all of them. But I was just starting, this was a great prelude, the sharp point of the needle resting against his skinny buttock. I poked him with one rapid motion.

“Ow!” He exclaimed, looking behind. I used the opportunity that all of his attention was focused on me and pressed the small instrument against his other cheek causing him to jump in pain. Then he realized what I was doing. “Stop it! I'm scared of needles! No, really...” He added seeing as I'm moving it closer to his skin again.

Of course, I waited for him to say the words I expected. Seeing him all nervous but silent made me push the needle again, but this time, instead of pulling it back I pressed it a bit harder, piercing his skin. Max howled in pain and as soon as I retracted the item he faced me again, turning the front of his body for me to see. Sufficient to say, his erection was still there, all hard and twitching.

“This will make things worse, Max.” I explained, smiling, looking at the needle in my fingers. To be totally honest we both were looking at it – for me, it was nothing but the useful instrument. But for him? Oh yes. I bet he considered it the tool made in the pits of hell. I could see it in his eyes. He was seriously scared, almost crying. “Do you prefer me to pierce it through your balls?” I asked and pinned him against the bed, forcing myself on top of him.

Finally, we made some contact, turning into animals, allowing our animal instincts to surge through our flesh. Our teenage bodies were brushing against each other, radiating lust and hotness all around, we were in heat, we both wanted to do it and I was the alpha male. My crotch was pressed against his face, making him unable to breathe for a moment, and when he did he inhaled on my own scent. My penis was on top of his lips, he was kissing it, still afraid to open his mouth. And let me tell you, I had the same view before my eyes, the greatest view ever - his erected, teenage penis, all dry and soft, waiting to be sucked, so delicate, so vulnerable. Max's testicles which were now hanging down his groin, pulsating a little bit. I grabbed one of his eggs, pressing my finger against it and heard his soft hiss.

He actually opened his mouth letting my penis slide inside.

“Damn, suck on it!” I muttered, adoring the pleasant sensation growing in my nether regions.

As it turns out I was not mistaken about him. Max sucked on my penis just like a baby sucking his mother's nipple. He was breathing heavily, I could actually sense his hot breath on my testicles and anus, a lot of wet noises escaped his mouth. He didn't use his tongue yet, and only half of my length was inside him. Another few seconds passed, I pressed my buttocks down, pinning him against the bed, holding his head in place with my thighs. Nowhere to escape, he deserved a reward now.

“You are doing great Max.” I stated, letting out a quiet groan and reached for his organ, squeezing it tightly, watching the swollen glans getting more red, almost purple. He was so sensitive to touch, I knew that the coming days will be a true nightmare for him. This thought made me only more excited.

Max Doyle, the poor eleven years old boy was indeed horny. Can you imagine it? As soon as I allowed the very tip of his shaft to slide in my mouth he tried to push it deeper, moving his butt up. I grabbed his scrotum and started caressing it, keeping him in place, sliding the tight foreskin down, exploring every area of it with my tongue. In the meantime, he managed to take even more of me inside. I wasn't expecting this to be possible but it seemed like he got some talent. Perhaps this was his true skill he was born with, and everyone should call him Max the Cocksucker not Max the Magician. Besides, his tongue joined the fun and he grabbed my butt and started squeezing it. More wet sounds, more moans, the boy was really committed to his task.

Plus, Max hated to admit it, but after the initial disgust, he found it not as bad as he expected, his thoughts and mind were reshaping. He was becoming corrupted, thinking that my penis's taste wasn't pleasant, but not awful either. Something in between, he could stand it, but knew that this is nothing compared to the taste of my fresh sperm which would surely fill his mouth at some point. This was his fight for survival, he knew it, he needed to be brave and hoped that I will show some mercy in future. But I kept the humiliation going, the only thing he saw before his eyes were my sweaty testicles and puckered anus. Not a pleasant view for a straight boy, right?

“Time to go to sleep. Keep doing your job, I'm a light sleeper and I surely wake you up if you stop.” I stated, moving metallic edge all over his shaft, pressing it against the tight foreskin. He shivered when I poked his blood-filled glans with it. Oh yes, shivered and cried a little.

When I was done torturing him he was sobbing a little. This was everything I wanted. Soon, the darkness filled the whole room, it was a quiet one, we were making some noise as our sexual intercourse kept going. Frankly speaking, I don't remember him reaching orgasm this evening because it just happened that I drifted to sleep fairly quickly, slowly sucking on him, keeping his erected shaft in my mouth. He did the same, not able to escape it, but just before my mind became all black I felt the familiar sensation all over my body. My semen filled Max's mouth, marking him forever.

He had no choice but to swallow, I think he cried, even more, when it happened. Unfortunately, my load was way too big for a boy his age. I heard some slurping and wetness all over my crotch as my sperm leaked from his mouth, filling the room with the delicate aroma of sex. Max was busy, he continued to suck me. I can't tell you how many orgasms I had this night, but my dreams were surely the best I've ever had.