Date: Sun, 21 Oct 2001 09:47:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Zane Green <ZaneG7@excite.com>
Subject: Ghost Light Oracles-Part 2

 GHOST LIGHT ORACLES: Part 2
 by: Zane Hunter Green

This story is copyrighted and owned by the author. None of the characters in
the story are based on real people. This story is dedicated to Teglin.
 If you have suggestions or comments please write to me at
ZaneG7@excite.com.



Brian pounded his body against his bedroom door, choking the handle with his
hand, as the door didn't want to budge....

Finally with his weight thrust against the door he fell into the room. "Are
you...Are you alright..."

He reached the boy who was standing on the bed. He wanted to take him from
the surface of splintered wood, and glass yet it he was transfixed to the
spot, he had never seen such anger. The boy was flushed; yelling at a tree
branch which had broken the skylight.

 "Go away, I don't need you! You're banished from this place, do you hear
me. Don't ever follow me again, go home, go home now, you are bad! Go back
to my mother!" Logan yelled. "Go, I don't want you here!" It seemed as if
there was the force of a train in the room, and then as if all wind pressure
dropped the source melted away, dropping from a hurricane to a balmy day.

Logan stood on the bed his anger apparently spent, now just a naked boy. His
madness had made him seem larger than life, but now he looked lost, the boy
had a beautiful body. A tiny prick uncut, golden skin, he was lean with a
slightly rounded butt. Brian flushed as he realized he was taking inventory
of him.

Logan spotted Brian and his demeanor changed, although the shyness he
exerted earlier was gone. He seemed unaware that he was naked as he was
blamed himself for the destruction "I am so sorry, I'll pay for this all to
be fixed."

Brian came back to life he lifted the boy off the bed looking for cuts or
abrasions. The boy was warm to his touch, and his skin was smooth, and
flawless. It was unbelievable that he wasn't hurt.

"Logan, you are alright! I can't believe it; I'm not worried about the
window. It was foolish to place it there, of course windows break, you could
have been badly hurt."

"No, he wouldn't really hurt me."

"Who Logan, who were you talking to?"

"My old pet. I guess he came here when my Mother and Derrick went home. He
is like a wolf, but you can't see him. It's because animals never
materialize like people. They're not supposed to come here. He was bad to
come here.... He never listened to me. I I was afraid of him...but I was just a
baby...my father gave him to me...and I cried and cried...and my mother got mad
and told him that I didn't want a pet...but my father wanted me to have him.
They teach boys to be mean, I mean men, by giving them something to hate...
you're supposed to hate your pet, not love it....so I guess he's not like a
regular wolf, maybe one with rabies. They bit and growl and turn on you."

"I never considered a wolf to be pet-like, Well whatever it was that caused
the window to break winds or phantom wolves, it seems to be gone now. I
suppose the good news is that's it's not supposed to rain tonight, and I can
call a glazier here tomorrow morning to re-place the window, they make more
tempered glass now which is safer.  Meanwhile we'll both have to camp-out
downstairs. Do you have any pajamas?"

"No, do I need some, I never owned any."

"Well...I don't want you to get cold."

"I'm okay. I won't get cold. See feel me." Logan went over for Brian to
touch his skin again; Brian felt kinetic energy, like rubbing a piece of
wool over the sleek coat of a cat. When he had lifted the boy from the bed
he had felt how smooth this skin was, it was then that he realized the boy
didn't have any body hair at all he felt like a infant." Is there something
wrong my body Brian? You keep staring at me and making a face."

"Ah, no actually it is very ah perfect. You look perfect...I mean for a
boy...Come on we'll take care of this tomorrow lets go downstairs."

"I wish I was already a man."

"Don't say that Logan, being a boy is fun, you have lots of thing to enjoy."

"Did you have fun as a boy?"

"Well Honestly no, I guess I couldn't wait to grow up too, maybe that's why
I miss the stuff I should have done when I was your age but enough of that."

"I think I understand. Maybe you had a hate pet too, Brian I'm thirsty."

Brian looked at his glass of wine that he had poured for himself when he
thought Logan had safely gone to bed. The boy was eyeing the wine, studying
the deep crimson color.

"Are you drinking blood?"

"Blood...no of course not, of course you're thirsty. Let me see what I have. I
can't offer you wine."

"Why not?"

"You're not old enough."

"I'm a lot older than you think."

"That's not the point, it's not how old you feel like, the papers your
mother gave me spells out that you're eleven."

"Let me see."

Brian went over and handed him the paper.  He looked at his name and age and
turned pale. "She put a Novell on me."

"Isn't that your last name?"

"No, it is an age stoppage. It means she plans to come back for me, and she
wants me to stay as I am now until that time. I guess she figures that when
they find out Derrick isn't me they'll come back. She also doesn't trust me,
you see after puberty we gain our powers...she doesn't want me to find mine."

"So you're saying that you think you'll be eleven for a long time if your
mother doesn't come back for you?"

" Until I die. My life span is not much different from yours, and I can be
killed."

Brian shook his head; this boy said such strange things with such candor as
if he really believed it. This boy had a vivid imagination. Well he had to
admit some pretty odd things had already happened that night. It didn't seem
to help to sort through them as the unexplained was taking a roll so he went
back to the mundane subject of getting the boy a drink.


 He wasn't sure what he had in the house that the boy would want.  There
should have been some milk and juice in the refrigerator. There was an
unopened half-gallon of apple cider. He poured a glass and brought it back
to the living room, the boy now arched with the arm of the sofa between his
butt, like he was riding a horse. He sipped the cider carefully. Brian
mesmerized the entire time by his pink lips and white teeth as he made tiny
slurping sounds. Brian tried to drink his wine but he seemed to be getting a
buzz by observing his guest au natural.

"Logan, you're not shy of showing off your body are you?" Once the words
were out. Brian wished he could take them back.

"No, should I be? Where I come from clothes were no longer a necessary, The
body can control it's own temperature. I guess you can't Brian. You're a
historic."

"A what?"

"A person from this time. Sometimes I forget. I'll get dressed if you want."

"No, actually Logan, you are beautiful to look at. It's just that I haven't
seen a naked boy since I was in school."

"I don't remember what a naked man looks like. I wish you would take off
your clothes too."

Now it was Brian's turn to blush.

"I can keep you warm."

"That's not the problem Logan."

"Is there something wrong with your body, Brian. Maybe I can fix it."

 Brian looked at the part of his anatomy that had changed in the last few
minutes. He decided that he had better fix it himself.

"You stay here and finish your cider. I'm going upstairs to see the extent
of the damage. Alright."

"Can I come with you?"

"No, you stay here" Brian flicked on the TV. "I'll be right down."

He wandered into his bedroom and as he looked at the mess that seemed almost
confined to his bed he pulled down his zipper, whipped out his cock, and
slid his hand up and down pumping away to bring relief. Watching Logan had
aroused him to such an extent that the boy had hinted he was aware of
Brian's hard on.

Before he climaxed he felt a smaller hand encircle his. Smaller fingers
stroked and reached in massaging and tickling his balls.

"Hey, Logan, didn't I tell you to stay downstairs?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, I couldn't stop myself. Please let me finish you."

Noooo, ohhhhhhhh, go ahead, that feels good."

"Can I press my lips to you, would you mind?"

Before Brian could answer, Logan knelt on the floor, and leaned against
Brian. He opened his mouth, pressing his tongue into the slit, lapping and
teasing. Then before he could stop the boy he felt the warmth and pressure
of the boy using the soft pallet of his mouth and throat to stimulate his
penis.

He was beyond thinking about consequences of the action, it felt wonderful.
The boy was the best cocksucker in the world. Before he knew it he was
spurting out and the boy seemed to milk him, swallowing his cum greedily.

"That felt so good, but we can't let it happen again."

The boy wasn't listening. He had left to stare the destruction on the bed.
He pointed his finger to a random pile of wood and glass.

"You can't read distructo, can you Brian?"

"What's that?"

"A language that uses random accidents for important messages."

"And you see one in this mess I suppose, is it about your future life?"

"No actually it was sent to you."

"Can you tell me what it says."

"Yes, it says that you should never trust Logan."

"I just decided that on my own."

"It also says that something strange and wonderful will happen tomorrow."

"I think something strange and wonderful happened today."

"It also says that you need to leave this house tomorrow night."

"Well, I have been invited to a few parties, but I'm not going, I can't take
you."

"Why not?"

"You're too young."

"Who will know if we're in costumes?"

"Because you don't sound like your grown up, Logan."

"Then I won't speak."

"We'll see."

"Well see a lot tomorrow Brian. Won't we."

"You have a strange way of twisting my words Logan."

"Maybe because they have different meanings where I came from."

"I'm almost afraid to tell you that it's time for bed."

"You can tell me that."

"I mean it my way, bed as in sleep."

"No, think about it Brian, time for bed doesn't make sense. A bed doesn't
need time, it's not alive."

"I will have to think twice before I talk to you."

Logan reached up and kissed Brian's lips. His lips were warm and soft;
"Kisses however are always better than words." He said as soon as he took
his lips away.

Brain picked him up laughing; "Well it's sofatime for you. If we are going
out tomorrow we have much to do first. Including the fact I only planned for
you to stay here one night.

Logan kicked his feet like he was pedaling a bike. "You'll find that I might
grow on you."

"By the way I read some destructo that I didn't understand. It said to find
the ghost lights before the next midnight. What are ghost lights Brian?"

"I don't know, In England we always called the tiny coloured Christmas
lights, fairy lights, but I never heard of ghost lights."

They reached the sofa and Brian set him gently down. Brian lay a blanket
across him, kissed him, turned off the light and lay on the carpet on the
floor. In the quiet he tried to figure out what to do with Logan.