Date: Tue, 23 Apr 2013 19:16:20 -0500
From: Jim Vance <jimvance2@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Lovers and the Ghost - 5
The Lovers and the Ghost
By Jim Vance
Copyright 2012 by Jim Vance
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Five
Frank opened his eyes. A sheet was over him, including his
face. He pulled it away. He was in the hospital. He looked
around. It looked like an emergency room. A woman was sitting in
a chair with her eyes closed. Frank wondered if it was Matthew's
mother. He was sorry for her. Matthew was gone.
"Hello?" he said. His voice was different. It sounded strange
to him, but he figured everything would seem that way. He
wondered if he would like the same foods. He had different taste
buds. Maybe they would make things taste different.
The woman looked up at him and screamed.
"Doctor!"
A man came running up.
"I can't believe it!" he said.
"He's alive!" the woman said.
Frank sat up.
"How do you feel?" the doctor asked him.
He almost said, "Fine," but decided that wasn't appropriate.
"Tired."
"You should! You are an idiot! She wasn't worth getting drunk
over, much less killing yourself," the woman said.
"I hate to say this, but I don't remember-"
"What don't you remember?" the doctor asked.
"I'm Matthew?"
"Yes."
"That's all. I can't-"
"You may have some memory loss. That is common after
overdoses," the doctor said.
"Are you my mother?"
"Very funny," the woman said.
Frank had no idea what to say or do. He was impatient to get
to Tad. He didn't know where he was. Judging from their accents,
it was the US or Canada, but where?
"Do you remember Susan?" she asked.
"No. Nothing. Just Matthew."
"I'm sorry. You look familiar, but I don't remember. I
can't-think."
He hoped he was making this convincing.
"I am your mother. You took a drug overdose because your
fianc‚ left you."
"Well, I don't remember her, so I'm not depressed anymore."
"Well, that's something."
Frank sat up. He really was tired. He wondered if the drugs
were still in his system. He supposed they were.
"I hope she doesn't know," Frank said.
"She doesn't."
"Good. I would hate to have her show up."
"Really?"
"She's a stranger."
His mother frowned.
Frank lay back down.
"Maybe I will switch to men," Frank said.
The doctor laughed, loudly. He was taking Frank's pulse.
"Well, you couldn't do worse than Susan."
Frank knew he could do worse. Michelle would be worse! Of
course, she was dead, but that didn't stop her!
"I'm sorry I made you unhappy. I really am."
The woman's mouth dropped open. Frank had no idea why. That
wasn't exactly an unusual thing to say."
"Did you say, "I'm sorry'?"
"Uh, yes. It sounded something like that."
The doctor laughed again. He was taking his blood pressure.
"You've changed!" she said.
That was very, very, very true, Frank thought.
The doctor checked his reflexes.
"Can I use the restroom?"
"Sure. It is through there, and the second door on the
right."
Frank got off the cart. He was a little dizzy. He walked out
of the room and down the hall.
The first thing he noticed was that he was short. Shorter. Of
course, he was six-six before. Now he thought he was probably
about five-ten or five-eleven. He opened the restroom door and
looked in the mirror. He looked like shit. He washed his face and
hands. Then he pulled off the t-shirt he was wearing. His chest
looked pretty good. He ran his hand over it. He undid his pants
to look at his cock. He decided he should do that in a stall. He
went into one and let his pants down. He stroked his cock. It was
smaller than his original one, but he was a smaller person. It
was a little disappointing, but he thought it had a nice shape.
He stroked himself and wished Tad was sucking him. He stopped and
put his shirt back on.
He left and went back to the room he had left.
"Can I go?" he asked the doctor.
"How do you feel?"
"I feel fine. I felt dizzy when I got up, but I am OK now."
"You were dead, Matt," the woman said.
"I'm less dead now."
The doctor laughed again.
"Yes. You have finally convinced me that you aren't dead,"
the doctor said.
"I don't think this is funny," she said.
"I'm sorry. I can't remember what happened, so it's hard to
be depressed about it."
She nodded.
"I feel very glad to be alive. I plan to stay that way as
long as I can."
She had a blank expression on her face. Frank didn't know
what she was thinking.
"Do you want to go home?"
"Yes. I don't remember where that is, though. What city is
this?"
They looked at each other, the doctor and his mother.
"This is Atlanta. You live in Atlanta."
"Do I live alone?"
"You do now."
"A house or an apartment?"
"An apartment."
That was good. He wouldn't have to sell his house.
They left the hospital. The woman drove. She started crying.
"I really am sorry," Frank said.
"I know. I just miss Matt."
Frank thought that was weird.
"Who are you?" she asked. Oh, shit! Frank thought.
"I don't know what you mean."
"You are no more my son than that doctor was. You are
absolutely nothing like him. Your personality is completely
different." Frank looked at her. "Are you a demon?"
"What?"
"You heard me!"
"No! Aren't demons a little, well, ruder?"
She laughed and sobbed.
"He is really gone," she said.
She looked at Frank and he didn't know what to say to her.
"I am so sorry. I don't know what else to say."
"Are you a human?"
"Yes."
"What is your name?"
"I don't know what you mean."
"I mean what is your name? It isn't Matthew Logan."
Frank sighed.
"Do you even remember it?"
Frank stayed silent.
"Please talk to me. You sit there in my son's body, and I
need to know. I really do."
Edward, can I tell her? Frank thought. He didn't think he
should, but what did he know?
"Can you tell me?"
"I don't know."
"What are your favorite foods?" she asked him.
Frank had no idea what Matt's were, so he named his.
"Italian, and steak, I suppose."
"Matt was a vegetarian."
"Oh."
"Are you from Italy?"
Frank laughed. He couldn't help it.
"No."
"Please tell me."
"I don't know if it is allowed. I may only have one chance
and I don't want to lose it."
"All right. I suppose I can understand that. What are you
plans?"
"I am going to Dallas."
"Oh. And you will live there."
"I hope so."
"Your family?"
"My wife murdered me."
"Oh, god! You aren't back for revenge are you?"
"No. She was dead when she did it."
She stared at him. "You made that up!"
"No. I wish I had. She broke a lot of rules, apparently."
That time she laughed.
"My son." Frank started to say.
"Oh. He won't recognize you."
"I know. But I can see him."
She nodded.
"What is your name?" he asked her.
"Patricia. You can call me Pat."
"Pat, I want to see him so badly."
"I know exactly how you feel."
"Do I have enough money for a plane ticket?"
"Barely."
Pat turned around and headed for the airport.
Tad walked into the kitchen. His uncle was there, pouring a
cup of coffee. He was only wearing boxers.
"Good morning, Al."
Tad kissed his husband.
Tad admired his uncle's hairy chest. He ran his hand over his
uncle's chest and belly, feeling the soft hair.
"Can I have a glass of milk?"
"Of course. I hope Tony has some." He opened the refrigerator
to look.
"I meant your milk."
Al smiled as he got a glass from a shelf. He pulled his cock
out of his boxers and started stroking himself. Tad thought his
uncle had a beautiful cock. He watched the head appear and
disappear inside his uncle's foreskin as he stroked himself. Tad
wanted it.
Al smiled at him. "You really like my cock."
"I do, Al. I love it. I love everything about you."
"Why don't you suck it and get it nice and wet?"
Tad knelt between his legs and did just that. Albert sighed
as he was fellated.
"Ok. Now pull on my nipples, will you?" he asked Tad.
Tad pulled on his uncle's nipples while Albert stroked
himself.
"Pinch them hard!" Al said.
Tad did and Al held the glass at the end of his cock. He
groaned as he came. Tad licked his lips as the white fluid from
his uncle's balls filled the glass. To Tad, the amount of cum his
uncle produced was a miracle.
When he was done, the glass was three-quarters full. Al wiped
the last of his cum into the glass and handed it to his nephew.
Tad had drained his balls the night before, so he knew there
would be less.
Tad sat at the kitchen table and sipped his milk. Al sat
across from him and sipped his coffee.
"How does it taste?" he asked Tad.
"It's delicious." Tad looked at his uncle's handsome face and
hairy chest.
Al stared at him. "I love watching you drink my sperm that
way."
"I love it, too. And I love looking at you. You are so
handsome and sexy."
"Are you sure you are ready to go back to school?"
Tad thought for a minute. He really wanted to spend the day
with his husbands. But he didn't want to get too far behind in
school.
Al sighed. Tad drank more of his uncle's milk.
"Why don't you skip school today, and we will spend the day
naked in bed. It is still our honeymoon. You can go back
tomorrow."
Tad grinned.
He walked over and sat on his uncle's lap. They kissed. Tad
sucked on his uncle's tongue as he ran his fingers through his
uncle's short hair.
"Aren't you supposed to tell me I have to go to school even
though I don't want to?" Tad asked him.
"I'm not that kind of husband. Let's stay home and fuck."
Albert slid his hand inside Tad's briefs and pushed his
finger inside him. He could feel Tony's cum.
Tad laughed. "I love you!"
Tony walked into the kitchen.
"If you are going to school, you better get dressed," Tony
said.
He was naked and his cock got stiff while he looked at Tad.
"I don't think Granddad wants me to go to school, either."
Al laughed. "No, I think he is waving his erection at you to
make you forget all about school."
Tony grinned.
"It worked!"
The men chuckled.
Tony took Tad's glass of milk. It was still half-full. He
dipped his cock in his brother's semen and then brought his cum-
coated erection to his grandson's lips. He smiled as Tad
swallowed him.
"It's a cock-tail," Tony said to Al. "A cum cocktail."
Al chuckled as he watched. Then he got worried.
"Was your cock clean?"
"Yes. I took a shower."
Tony let his head fall back and sighed, loudly, as he was
pleasured. Tad reached up and pulled on his granddad's nipples.
Before, Tony would have wanted Tad to slow down. To make it last.
But he found he could come four times a day easily with Tad. So
why not have orgasm number one right now? he thought. He groaned
as Tad succeeding in sucking the cum out of his balls. He groaned
with each spurt into his grandson's mouth.
When he was finished, he pulled his still very stiff cock out
of his mouth. He grinned at his grandson. Tad grinned back.
Tony went to pour a cup of coffee. He and Al drank their
coffee while they both watched Tad drink Al's cum. Tony slowly
stroked his cock.
"I will never get tired of watching that," Tony said.
"Me, either. His first sip of my semen got my cock completely
hard again," Al said.
"I like it that way," Tad said. He grinned at Al.
"Why don't you dip your cock in Tad's milk? I bet he would
enjoy licking your sperm off you."
Al looked at Tad who handed him the glass. Al dipped his
erection in it. Tad got between Al's legs and started licking the
cum off his prick. Al moaned and Tony sighed. Tony stood up. He
took the glass from the table. He knelt behind Tad with his legs
apart to bring him level with Tad's hole. He poured some of
Albert's cum onto his cock and then pushed it into his grandson.
Albert's cum worked well as lube. Tony held his grandson's hips
and started slowly fucking him.
Pat walked with Frank to a ticket counter at the airport. The
ticket for a flight that day was incredibly expensive. He knew
his father would pay, but he couldn't ask Pat for that kind of
money.
"I'll take the bus."
"Charge it, Matt," Pat said.
Frank didn't know Matt had a credit card. He found Matt's
wallet and looked inside. He did have a Visa card. He handed the
card and his driver's license to the man at the counter. He
bought the ticket and Pat went with him to the gate. They passed
through security easily.
"Do you know where Matt went?" she asked him softly, after
they sat down at the gate.
"No. I didn't see him."
"You saw others?"
"Yes. Especially my wife." Pat shook her head. "I saw my
mother and a couple of other people."
"Was it the way they say in church?"
Frank guessed she meant was Matt in hell. He had no idea.
"No," he said. It really wasn't, from what he saw. He didn't
see much. Mostly SMU!
"It would seem terribly unfair if he suffered more. I can
tell you that it was very important that my wife regretted what
she had done. She didn't regret it at first, but then she thought
about it until she did."
She nodded. Then she smiled.
"He would regret it right away."
"I am certain of that. They never did show up to drag
Michelle off. They gave her time."
"They?"
"I never saw them."
She sighed and smiled.
"Good-bye. I know your son will be confused, but happy."
"I really wish you had Matt."
"Thank you."
She got up and walked off. He never saw her again.
He got on his flight and he landed at DFW. He took a cab to
his father's house. He told the driver his father would pay. When
they got there, the cab driver went to the front door with him.
He rang the bell, incredibly nervous.
Tony opened the door.
"Dad, will you pay for my cab? Is Tad here? Is he all right?"
Tony grinned and reached for his wallet. He shook his head
when he found out how much it cost, he thought it was ridiculous,
but he paid.
The cab driver left and Tony let Frank into the house.
They walked into the kitchen where Tad was sitting on his
Uncle Albert's lap. They were both naked. Al freaked out, but Tad
stared at him.
"Hello, Tad. I look different."
"Dad?"
"What hit your head in the hotel?" Tony asked.
Frank smiled. "A butt plug."
"Dad!" Tad yelled and hugged him.
"I missed you, Tad. I missed you so much!"
"I missed you! We all did! How did you end up looking
different?"
"It's a long story. Your mother helped, a little. She hates
you more than me," he said to Tony.
"That's Michelle!"
"Did she hurt you anymore?"
"No. It didn't hurt. I walked outside and the next thing I
knew, I was looking at my body."
"Was Martha there?"
"Yes. She loves you just as much."
Tony wiped his eyes.
"You smell different, too, Dad!"
"I know. I am officially Matthew Logan. He died and I got his
body. I need a shower. Do you want to join me?" Frank asked his
son.
"Yes! I have to see your new cock!"
"It is smaller."
"That's OK, Dad. It will feel better when you fuck me. I
wonder what your cum tastes like."
Frank grinned. "You will know that very, very soon!"
Tad grinned and hugged his Dad.
Tad looked at Al who looked worried.
"Dad, Al is my husband now."
Frank smiled. "I guessed that."
"You don't mind, Frank?" Al asked.
"Do you love him?" Frank asked Tad.
"I do. I love all of you."
"Then I am happy for all of us," Frank said.
"I have three husbands! I bet I am the only boy in class who
can say that!"
They all laughed.