From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Spirit of Desire
Date: 11 Feb 1999 00:00:00 GMT

It was a hot late afternoon. He felt like it was the beginning of some sort of
sex joke. You know the one, "saleman's car breaks down, salesman goes to farm
house to use phone, is told he can share bedroom with daughter etc. etc."

Well, it was almost true.

The old couple who answered the door were very nice and let him use the phone.
The gas station person said they'd come out the next morning and he felt like
something under a microscope as he asked the couple if he could sleep in his
car that night on their property.

After he pushed his car from the highway onto their road and locked it. He
grabbed his overnight bag.

They had told him he could sleep upstairs in Andy's room.

"I hope it's ok" he said

The old woman said nothing. "I don't think he'll mind" the man said.

There wasn't much conversation during dinner. He tried to seem interested in
the farm, their lives, the weather..but their answers were short and voices
distant.

He excused himself and was in the bedroom they offered him. Nobody was there
as he unpacked a few things and sat at the desk going over some work.

Sighing he stripped to his boxers and walked into the adjoinging bathroom. The
water was hot, relaxing his tightened shoulders...he held his meaty manhood in
his hands and stroked it awhile. It got half hard, but seemed to stop there.
He was too tired to milk himself any further. Even thoughts of his next door
neighbors teenage son didn't help. And memories of his own lover just made him
feel like going to bed...at least to dream good thoughts.

Carrying the towel he had just dried with, he walked naked back into the
bedroom. The lights were off and only the moonlight illuminated the white
sheets of the bed. The covers were turned down as if waiting for him. He
didn't remember fixing them that way.

"Maybe she did it" he muttered out loud to nobody in particular.

"Feel better?" the voice was quiet, deep and soothing. While it startled him,
it didn't frighten.

"Andy?" he asked. It was the first thing that came to mind.

"Yeah...ready for bed?"

He was naked he knew but for some reason didn't try to cover himself. 

"I hope you don't mind me sharing...your folks said..."

"It's ok..come on...I've been waiting"

The figure was boyish, clean shaven, short hair. Andy was barechested and
seemed to be absentmindedly playing with one of his own nipples.

"Thanks..I am really tired" he started to get into the bed. "oppps, sorry, I
sleep nude at home" He began to withdraw and find a pair of boxers.

"It's ok, I sleep naked all the time" the cover flung back and despite the
darkness, the boys naked body was clearly visable somehow.

The thick patch of pubic hair surrounded a hard meaty cock.

He moved under the covers and knew he was about to finish the "salesman and
the farm owners daughter joke". Except this was no daughter and no joke
either.

There wasn't any conversation. It was as if they knew each other as their
bodies moved together. The kisses were light, then passionate..hungry then
little pecks.

His cock seemed to find new energy as his body felt the boy's hands and tongue
exlore everywhere.

"It's a shame you took a shower..I like a man's ripe armpits" Andy sighed as
he pulled away from licking armpit hair.

He started to move to reciprocate, but Andy's man sized hands pushed him back
as he dissappeared under the covers.

"oh gawd" he said out loud feeling the boys mouth on his cock and balls...like
a hungry animal seeking his birthmothers milk.

His legs were held high as the boy continued to move under him....stabbing at
his butthole with a tongue that seemed so long, it felt deep inside him.

It was like magic the way Andy moved over, under and around him....all he
could do was feel the sensations the boy offered.

"Now me" Andy said kneeling over him. The boys smooth muscled body was there
for him to reach up...touch...explore, pinch and savor.

He moved to his own knees to kiss, lick the boys neck, suck on the pink and
pronounced nipples and finally to suck the boys cock until the taste of sweet
precum stimulated his tongue.

"Fuck me..will you?"

This was not a question to be answered verbally. He found a rubber and put it
on.

"Oh you won't need that" the boy said

"Gotta be careful these days" he said as he put his fingers into the boys
butthole discovering it felt as if it was already lubricated.

The boy whined, begged and sighed..wiggling buttcheeks and giggling as he
pumped far longer then usual. He didn't know why or how, but he was aching as
a result of the timeless fucking....longer then he had ever remembered being
able to do before.

He came.....but not inside the boy...Andy seemed to know the right time to
pull away, turn over, reach for the rubber and pull it off..then lay back as
the cum sprayed all over him.

"Jeesssshhhh, I've missed that" Andy said as he lay there covered with the
puddles and streams of sperm.

He bent over to suck the boys cock.

"Won't do any good..I haven't cum in years" the boy said.

He looked at the kid..maybe 24 or so, the all American clean cut farm boy
image that adornes posters and advertisments.

Andy reached up and pulled him on top.

"Time to sleep"

He lay on the boy's wet flesh....feeling the surprisingly strong grasp of the
boys arms around him and felt like he was falling into darkness as he slept.

"Sleep ok?" the old man asked him.

He looked around the kitchen where Andy's mother was busy frying eggs for
them.

"Uh, great. Where's Andy this morning?" he asked.

The old man looked at him. "Oh he's around..he's always around"

The car horn startled them.

"Hi folks" the voice preceeded a young looking man in mechanic overalls at
the door.

"You the one with car trouble?" 

The old lady put down enough eggs and toast for everyone, including the
mechanic, whos name was Les.

"I used to come out here all the time..before..." his voice drifted off.

He stood watching Les as he looked under the hood. The young man's butt was
attractive he thought as the tight overalls displayed two firm round buttocks.

"I got it" Les said and quickly was on his back sliding under the car. His
overalls outlined his cock and balls as if he wasn't wearing anything
underneath. He stared there too long.

"Whoops, sorry. I never wear anything under these things. It's too hot" Les
had slid out and was looking up at him.

"Uh it's ok..you're a healthy looking young man" he said realizing he was
giving the mechanic one of his usual flirtation lines.

"Thanks...you aren't bad yourself. So you slept here last night huh?"

"Yeah"

"Did you see him?"

"Who"

"Andy"

Not sure how much he should reveal he admitted only "I slept in his room."

"Did he show up? His folks act like he's never been gone."

"Gone?"

"Yeah, Andy died 'bout five years ago. I sure do miss him" 

He was stunned. "Oh, must have been his brother then" he muttered to himself
rather then to Les.

"No brothers, only the old couple and Andy. He and I used to be real buds..that
is until he decided to go off and join the corps. Never knew why he did that."

His head seemed dull as if reality had suddenly disappeared. The boy, Andy had
died half a decade ago.

"You're gay right?" Les was standing by him now...and apparently had asked the
question a couple of times.

Automaticaly, he responded "Yeah...sure".

"Great" Les was unbuttoning his overalls "You think working out has helped me?"

His somewhat hairy chest was developed. His stomach showed some definition.

"Looks good" he said honestly.

"Great. Andy and I used to pump iron together in the basement there until he
took off. We got all hot and sweaty and messed around too. You work out?"

He was still in a fog..wondering if the near joke like start to this adventure
had taken a turn towards the Outer Limits or some other place. Perhaps all
this was a dream and he was still in the motel he left a day or was it two,
ago.

"Some."

"Let's take it down the road and see how it does"

Les was in the drivers seat and he was beside him as they drove out onto the
highway.

They went quite a distance. 

"Hey gotta piss..let's go where Andy and I used to go" the car drove off onto
a dirt road and into a group of trees.

The boy pulled out his cock and aimed his urine towards a tree trunk.

"Hope I don't startle you. In the country, we're pretty plain folk..."

"That's ok" and suddenly he felt relaxed "in fact..." he pulled his own cock
out and pissed while standing by the mechanic.

They acted like little boys crossing the lines of their urine a couple of
times splashing and laughing.

"You remind me of him" Les said as he lay a hand on the salesman's leg and
massaged.

"Gotta go back or can you stick around"

The old couple didn't respond with any energy. The old man nodded and muttered
"sure".

Les took him on a tour of the barn where he and Andy first fucked in the
hayloft. After getting some tools there, he went back to "really fix" the car
for good.

The hot midday sun encouraged the boy to let the top of his overalls fall half
way displaying his naked chest and stopped short of falling off..but revealing
the trail of black hair that went from Les belly button down beneath the
cloth.

He too found a pair of shorts and white tank top to wear as he handed tools to
the young man who was under the car then under the hood like a bee working on
his hive.

"Ok, it's done" the car purred better then he had heard it in a very long
time.

"What do I owe you?" 

The boy looked up at him while wiping his hands with a rag. Le's greasy hands
moved to his chest and left smudges of oil and grease there. For some reason,
it aroused him.

"You saw him last night, didn't you?"

He stared. He could feel the color leave his face.

"You and he had sex didn't you?"

He was afraid to admit it.

"Just after he died, I used to hang around the house..helping his folks..and
it helped me get over it too I guess."

Les looked up as if he were admitting something embarassing.

"Understandable" the man said in as soothing a manner possible.

"I slept in his room..but in his bed only once."

He knew why the boy said this.

"It was like he was there....and it was the hotest night of sex I ever had
with him or anyone".

They didn't speak as Les and the salesman put the tools away and carried the
box back to the barn.

Dinner was nice. He knew not to try to do too much talking. 

"I want to thank you both. Les told me about Andy....I'm sorry."

They didn't respond or seem to hear him.

"I have to get up early tommorrow..so I'll thank you again now" he said as he
put his dishes on the sink.

"Don't bother, Mother will wash them" the old man said.

"Good night" he said.

Then the sweet, quiet female voice he had heard very little added "God bless
you".

He stripped naked and stared into the mirror. 

Somehow he had been absorbed in the energy that was still there from years
ago. Perhaps his memory had entered his dreams....maybe the boy's parents were
some kind of psychics.

"Hi" this time the voice made him jump.

He turned to see the clean shaven, youthful face by the window.

"I climbed up the trellis." Les laughed "used to do that all the time so his
folks wouldn't know what we were doing".

Les looked sexy wearing tight jeans and a white tank top..similar to what the
salesman had worn earlier.

"I thought we could...." Les said.

He moved close and kissed the boy without saying anything. They both seemed to
need the contact...to anchor their emotions, fantasies, longings, memories and
for the saleman reality.

The light dimmed as their naked bodies lay on Andy's bed. Tongues, teeth,
fingers, erections were shared, tasted, exchanged and explored.

Cum spewed out and they lay there panting....

"Wish he were here" Les said.

The floor creaked and they both fell silent. Where they held each other...the
grips got a bit harder.

"Hi." the voice wasn't a whisper, but quiet. 

"Andy?" Les asked.

The form, naked but definable in the dimmed light moved onto the bed. His
hands reached out and gently held both their cocks.

"Finally" the figure said as he bent forward.

The sensation was real. The salesman's clear memory of it fromt he night
before told him it was the same person.

Les's memory of his friends mouth was clear too.

"How?" Les whispered but his mouth was covered by Andy's as they kissed like
long lost lovers.

"That was you that night...." Les said when they parted.

He watched the two...stimulated by the sight...excited by the surreal action
that was once again taking place. He reached and touched the buttocks he had
played with the night before. They were real. His finger found the place his
cock had been .. it too was real.

"We can both fuck him" Andy said looking at the salesman. And they did. His
butt and mouth were full of the two young men.

And his own cock was inside the two boys as the hours passed. He was sweaty
and Andy's mouth savored the taste.

"You remembered" he said as the supposedly dead boy tasted the salesman's
armpits.

The sun was lighting up the room. Andy's naked body was still with them as Les
and the Salesman were tasting the boys flesh again and again.

"Want to watch you two" Andy moved back on his knees as Les kissed him then
turned his head towards the erection the salesman had once again sprouted. The
man sucked the mechanic's cock and out of the corner of his eye saw Andy's
figure kneeling there, smiling and jacking his cock.

There was an expression of surprise, pain and immense pleasure as the boy
reached orgasm..streams that seemed to never end showered them. And each was
long, thick, white and voluminous.

It landed on Les's lips and the salesman's too..their bodies were chilled and
warmed at the same time by the fliud Andy was emitting.

"Thank gawd..." Andy said "thank gawd..." he repeated again not some much like
a whisper but as a quiet voice.

Then the figure began to become transparent and was gone.

The salesman lay there naked, posed over Les' crotch, holding himslef on his
elbows.

They didn't speak. But stepped into the hot spray soaping and rinsing each
other like lovers that had been together for decades..their actions matter of
fact..yet loving and caring.

Les toweled the mans back dry and turned to get the same care.

			*		*		*

It was only a year later the salesman was driving down the same highway and
saw the old farmhouse. He turned into the road which was not dotted with
wrecks of old cars and tractors. The house too was boarded up, and near
destruction.

So much had changed in so little time. He knew the couple had died. Les had
telephoned him to tell him. She died of a heart attack and the old man killed
himself.

He moved inside the house and drank in the abandoned surroundings...

Andy's bedroom too was bare. He fully expected the naked boy to appear again
and scare him to death. But the room was empty.

As he walked down stairs, he realized that the entire house was empty. After
Les had left town and Andy's folks had passed away, there was no reason for
the boy to still be there in any form. 

"Hi baby, the old place was a wreck" he said on the mobile phone. "Yeah I'm
coming home tonight...wait up for me, ok?" he smiled.

The salesman turned back towards the house and muttered "Thanks, Andy" and
laughed at his own words.

He wasn't sure, but as he drove down the dirt road back towards the highway, a
figure was in the window of Andy's room .. just standing there.

And he hoped not. He hoped that Andy's spirit had moved on....he prayed it
had. The boy deserved to move on.

And he turned the car back onto the highway, towards home where Les was
waiting for him.