Date: Mon, 15 Jul 2013 08:03:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: derek james <derekjames57@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Adventures of Rex I: Rex and the Mad Medium (Part Two)

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The Adventures of Rex I: -   Rex and the Mad Medium (Part Two)



The compact vintage faded red Volkswagen bug of Hilda's sat at the base of
the steps in front of Rex's terraced home. Rex nimbly tip-toed down the
steps and gave a jaunty wave toward the front living room windows where his
23 year-old nephew Collin stood gazing down with a stern expression.

Hilda stood by the open door of the car, hungrily watching the slender,
mature and perfectly dashing Rex as he moved toward her and pointed to the
rear seat. She clutched a large coloured bag in her arms that looked to Rex
as if full of all sorts of mystical mumbo jumbo. Seated at the wheel was
Silas, who eyed Rex as he worked his smartly suited six-foot body into the
car's small rear seat. The look of lustful intent on Silas' face did not
pass Collin's eagle eyes from where he stood and this made his blood run
cold.

"Rex, you did not have to come tonight in your fine suit! The ghosts have
no sense of fine apparel!" Hilda giggled as she plopped her bag into the
front seat next to Silas as she jammed herself in very close to Rex's side
in the rear. Her large MILF body squeezed in tight behind the front seat
and she moved her chubby legs over so aggressively that it nearly squeezed
the reddish-grey haired stud against the other side of the car. The door
slammed shut and Silas drove off into the fading sun.

Collin looked on and then gloomily shut the curtain. He hated both Hilda
and her gay demon-like apprentice. He could sense that they were up to no
good...and their involvement with their uncle would only bring trouble and
worse, sexual entanglements that did not involve him. Collin felt left out
and very alone.

He quietly stepped up the stairs and moved into his uncle's dimly lit
room. The sun was setting and the curtains were still open allowing a rosy
glow to shower the walls and bed in warm light.  Collin looked about...this
large charming bedroom, his uncle's sexual arena...it always made him
horny.

Collin gently pulled off his brown lace-up shoes, his tired socked feet
sunk delightfully into the soft carpet on the floor. His thin tan socks,
moist with a day's sweat from his work at Rolf's shop, felt cool and
soothed by the lush carpet fibre. Uncle Rex had only the best in all
things...and Collin was getting used to living this way and with this man,
a man he worshipped!

Collin undid the belt of his slacks and let them drop down; kicking them
over his feet and into a heap. His tight black underwear joined the slacks
as well as his dress shirt. He found himself falling onto his uncle's large
soft bed and rolling back and forth in just his aromatic socks...his small
cut cock growing harder with each roll. He loved to be on his uncle's
bed....he felt so close to him there...sexually! The thrill was super
heated when he realized that his actions on the bed were being recorded by
his own secret hidden camera just over in his uncle's bookshelf...so
discreet and invisible. Collin giggled playfully to himself as he relished
watching his "sex show" that his lap top was saving onto the hard-drive
this very minute...Mmmmmm....he felt very naughty!

The smells in his uncle's bedroom were intoxicating to Collin. The very
fact his uncle had daily orgasms alone or with others here in this very bed
made it a scared place to lay and masturbate...Collin relished this
experience fully and as often as he could without being caught by his
uncle, who probably would have been flattered but Collin did not want to
risk it. His uncle was too precious to him and the way he treated Collin
was so loving and caring that he dare not do anything wrong for fear of
losing it all.

Collin moved gently off the bed and padded over to the wicker clothes
basket in the corner, his small hard cock waving back and forth with each
step. Collin never liked his cock...it was cut and short. But it was all he
had and he made the most of it...he envied Uncle Rex's long, uncut manhood
and eagerly began riffling through the dirty wash until he found a
treasure. A pair of his uncle's ripe navy blue briefs that he had worn just
the day before. He nuzzled the place where his uncle's perfect uncut cock
had nestled all day at the office...he could smell his man-scent and just
about make out a small pee stain...just a drip....but oh, the smell sent
Collin into a blaze of cock strokes that nearly made him spew cum all over
the carpet. But he held back...eased off...just inhaled the strong, manly
smells and fondled the undies with delight and reverence.

Dropping to his knees, he rummaged further and located a long pair of dark
blue sheer ribbed dress socks...he had seen his uncle prancing around the
kitchen after work last night in these!  The mostly sheer sleek material
with tiny ribs running the length ended at each toes with a solid black toe
cap. The two-toned over-the-calf tight fitting socks had looked amazing on
his uncle's size eleven feet and the fact he had been clad only his
unbuttoned dress shirt and undies; this really showed the socks off to
maximum advantage!

Collin grabbed the silky nylon blended socks and pushed them over his
nose. The leathery musky scent of his uncle's day at work still clung to
the material. The arch smelled sweeter while the toe area smelled slightly
more acidic...only just! He moved back to the foot of the bed and within
the view of his secret camera lens. The entire scent bouquet was pure Uncle
Rex and made Collin's heart race and his cock explode!

The gush of cum shot out and made a pool all over the carpet. Collin could
not stop it nor did he try. His uncle's scent had this effect on him...a
handless orgasm was never a problem once Collin had his uncle's moist socks
under his nose.

Collin mopped up the jizz pool with a damp wash cloth and moved his own
socked foot over the spot in an attempt to dry it...it was hardly
noticeable now...he smiled heartily up toward the camera in a parting shot.









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The car sped along into the fading sun. The city traffic was still heavy as
rush hour was not really over. Hilda jostled and jiggled next to Rex. Her
large breasts were braless and bounced like two loaves of fully risen but
completely unbaked bread dough beneath her kimono-style flowing dress.

"Oh, Rex....you are my hero tonight for coming to my rescue. Thank
you. Silas and I can do what needs doing at this house of spiritual unrest
now, thanks to you!" Hilda sighed heavily as her plump hand gently rubbed
Rex's inner thigh muscle through his suit trousers; her long painted finger
nails just digging in a bit with each stroke.

Rex smiled over at Hilda who looked directly into his playful green eyes
with intent. He noted her warm, strong hand as it massaged his leg...he
tensed his thigh muscle just enough to make Hilda giggle aloud.  "You do
have strong thighs, Rex! I have seen you cycling around on weekends and my,
oh my...it sure has worked wonders on your muscles!" Hilda praised as she
patted his knee fondly.

Rex laughed heartily. "Oh, Hilda. A man of 50 needs to keep fit. I do my
best!"

"You do exceedingly well....outstanding I should say! Right, Silas...tell
Rex how fine he looks!" Hilda chided as she put her hand onto Rex's firm
shoulder as the car bumped along.

"Oh, Mistress...Rex...I mean Mr. Davenport looks very appealing...in so
many ways!" Silas oozed in his rather greasy fawning manner.

"Silas, you must call me Rex and please...no more about my body...thanks
but you will make me blush!" Rex admonished with a regal tone and all the
while he remained amused at the odd young man's use of "Mistress" in
regards to Hilda.

Hilda laughed in her throaty way and rubbed Rex's shoulder and let her hand
glide down onto his chest, her fingers lingering on the edge of the suit
jacket and the smooth dress shirt below.

Rex felt her hand moving subtly around his chest just near his right
nipple...his dress shirt shielding him from full on contact with her wilful
fingertips.

"Here, loosen your tie....just a bit...no need to be so formal!" Hilda
instructed as she pulled the knot lose from his silk tie and eased it
gently away from his neck.

Rex took over and slid the tie fully off and pushed it down into his suit
coat pocket; nimbly he undid the top shirt button and his collar opened
pleasantly to reveal his manly throat and the very top of his ginger furred
chest.

"There, you look more relaxed already. I can't have you still all dressed
for work. We are working tonight....not you, Rex! You are just my guardian
angel...my knight in shining armour!" Hilda enthused as she resumed her
gentle leg massaging along Rex's warm inner-thigh.

Silas listened intently and felt deep down that his mistress was pouring it
on a bit thick as she lavished praise upon Rex. Rex was truly deserving but
one had to be careful not to be too obvious...Silas made a mental note to
gently remind Hilda to be just a bit more subtle in her approach.

The drive carried on and Rex felt slightly uncomfortable with his proximity
to Hilda, she seemed to be all over him! Her hand kept rubbing his
thigh...and if the car jolted unexpectedly, the hand brushed up and nearly
collided with his trouser clad ball sack. It was just a little too
intimate...and too forward. Rex knew he must keep Hilda at bay...she was
just a crackpot neighbour in need, nothing more....nothing!

Rex kept his cool and kept moving as far over as possible....just enough to
keep Hilda from sitting on his lap!

The drive finally came to an end....in front of one large detached
three-floor house that looked like it had seen much better days about 30
years previous. The garden was a tangle of weeds and the windows were all
dark and many had the tattered curtains inside closed fully. The house
looked as unwelcoming as possible and Rex had a cold chill pass over him as
he looked up at the menacing structure before him.

Hilda mounted the steps and fumbled with an old key, soon the little group
moved within and stood in a large dark foyer that was strewn with
debris. Silas shut the old front door and turned the bolt.

"Must not be disturbed during our very important work here!" Silas droned
as he carried Hilda's bag of supplies into the dreary sitting room. The
light was nearly gone and Hilda set up four large brass candle sticks, each
with one single black candle rising from it. She lit each and placed the
candles around the tatty room on the few bits of discarded furniture left
from the previous tenants.

The candles flickered in a rather eerie way and Rex soon found himself
feeling rather uncomfortable with the whole spooky set up. Hilda, in her
large flowing dress, bustled around the large sitting room and secured the
shabby curtains and made sure no passersby would see any of her special
activities.

"We must not have any disturbances of any nature. Rex, things may happen
here that are out of our control. Silas and I are only vessels for whatever
ghosts lurk her and one or both us may go deep into a trance-like
state. Don't be frightened! Just stay calm and offer any assistance you are
asked for....by the spirit world, of course!" Hilda said with a broad grin
that was accented by her ruby red lip stick.

Rex nodded hesitantly and could feel his feet begin to sweat profusely
inside his leather black slip-on loafers that he had worn all day. He would
love to have walked around in just his black thin TNT style socks but the
floor was a mess of broken bits of glass and layers upon layers of dust.

Rex stretched his tired arms and flexed them, tossing aside his suit jacket
onto the worn-out looking red velvet settee in the centre of the large
space. The candle flames danced about and Rex looked over at Silas who
stood by the archway that led out to the once grand dining room, his
cat-like face looked almost evil as his teeth seemed more like fangs in the
strange light. Silas moved off into the shadows as Hilda swept forward and
held onto Rex's silken shirt covered arm.

"Oh, Rex....I fear tonight may be dangerous. The report of this spirit
disturbs me greatly. The former tenants were certain that whoever or
whatever was here haunting...had a deviant sexual nature. Powerful erotic
charges could be felt around this presence and bizarre sexual acts could be
induced by any or all humans in this house during a spiritual event!" Hilda
said in breathy tone that sounded to Rex more like a porn star than psychic
medium.

Silas suddenly moved through the room, flitting and floating around wearing
all black...neck to toes...he wore what looked like an ultra-thin full body
suit of tight fabric and he danced and whirled about as if he were a ballet
star. Obviously, Rex mused to himself, Silas had shed his outer clothing
out in the back rooms of the house and entered the sitting room now fully
dolled-up for the spirit world. Silas' fit and super thin body had
appealing contours and Rex noted his large full bubble-butt and very
swollen crotch area.

Rex tried to stifle a laugh as Silas pranced and leapt as if in Swan
Lake. Hilda, still holding Rex's arm, moaned loudly. "Spirit of the
house....speak to us....speak to us!"

Rex moved away and freed himself from Hilda's vice-like grip. This was too
much; he really should have listened to his caring nephew Collin earlier!

Hilda moved to join Silas; the two figures bobbed and swirled around. For a
very large lady, Hilda kept pace with nimble Silas and her large MILF form
dominated the room as her dress billowed and flounced in the dim candlelit
space.

Rex felt very strange and moved into the foyer area and pulled his mobile
phone from inside his trouser pocket. He quickly pushed in the number for
Collin's phone. He should leave Hilda and Silas here to do "whatever" and
take the Underground back home...now!

Just as Rex placed the phone to his ear, Hilda burst at him like a
ferocious tigress; pouncing upon her prey. "No, Rex! I must not allow any
interference from the outside world....none!"

And with her chubby fingers, she quickly snatched the phone from his grasp.

"Hilda, I want to go. Collin was right. I really am too tired to be here
now....please give back my phone!" Rex, his handsome face reddening, as he
addressed a very sullen Hilda.

Collin, who had picked up his ringing mobile phone...just made out the last
few words his uncle spoke. He listened intently.

Hilda, unaware the phone had connected, waved it around in mid-air. "Rex, I
trusted you...you can't go! I need you....here. Collin does not know
anything....the foolish young man is just coddling you. I need you! You
must support my work here tonight....my life could be in danger, or poor
Silas'. Stay....please!"

Hilda looked wild and her dyed black hair began to come away from her tight
bun atop her round head. Rex, feeling very confused, moved back into the
sitting room with Silas who stood like a sombre statue. "OK....I'll
stay. Now give me back my phone and I'll pocket it!"

"No....I'll look after it, Rex!" Hilda snapped with authority and glanced
down at the phone and saw it was engaged. Quickly, without Rex seeing, she
switched it off and hid it deep inside her bag.

Rex, standing in the flickering gloom, looked about him...wondering what
Hilda had done with his phone. His tall body stood erect,
strong...handsomely aloof and both his "hosts" looked at him with secret
hunger!

Collin, having heard Hilda's bossy demands and his uncle's final words as
the phone went dead...flew into a rage and cried....his tears were hot on
his cheeks...fuelled by intense anger. Hilda and Silas would pay...he
sobbed to himself while clutching his uncle's aromatic day-old socks that
he was just about to replace in the laundry basket.


Silas moved on his black ballet style slippers like a wisp of dark smoke,
darting past Rex and flitting by and shooting up the rickety staircase into
the gloom above.

Rex watched and turned to face Hilda who stood large like a sentry and
blocked the way into the foyer as if to remind Rex he agreed to stay.  "Is
Silas going to be OK alone upstairs? Should I follow him? I mean you say
you want my protection...I better see if he needs help!" Rex said firmly
and moved to follow Silas up the dark stairs but Hilda stretched out her
arm.

"No, Rex....wait. I feel that Silas may be about to go into a trance and
give voice and action to the strange spirit that haunts this place. Give
him time and space! Do all he asks...his life may be at risk!" Hilda warned
through her ruby painted lips as if she knew this territory very well.

Rex pulled away and stood by the old velvet settee and waited.

A low wailing sound filled the air and soon Silas stood at the top of the
stairs...his face stony and his dark eyes fixed like daggers. His voice
sounded raspy and almost demonic. "I am here! The master of the
house. Silas is my vessel and I want...flesh! Give me flesh or pay the
price. Hilda or Silas will be lost....forever! Do all I say!"

Rex stood amused and rather horrified by all this silly spirit stuff but
dared not offend Hilda any more tonight. He waited and watched for signs
from Hilda.

Hilda moved forward and spoke to the possessed Silas as he stood like a
monster at the top of the stairs. "Join us....oh, spirit! We will do all
you say to appease you and bring you peace. Our flesh is yours....use us
both....Rex or me....or both us together!"

Rex took this statement to heart and felt very uneasy but he said
nothing. Hilda moved to the settee and sat on the dusty cushion and pulled
Rex down beside her. Rex, feeling her strong fingers holding tight to his
arm, sat still....wondering if it was too late to run.


Silas stalked down the stairs and stood in the archway to the sitting room,
raised his long arms and spoke to the ceiling. The candles flickered and
his face looked very intense.

"You both must do ALL I say...the failure to follow my words will be
disaster for poor Silas...he will be lost....prepare to serve me!"

Rex felt a tightness in his throat and twitch in his loins....he mused
privately....maybe this would be fun...just maybe!




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