Date: Wed, 11 Oct 2006 16:35:39 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: "Ghost Boy" story

			       THE GHOST BOY
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     I had spent the morning down by the pond, watching the fish and frogs
down there. If I'd been hungry, I could have gigged one of them (they fry
up right nice), but as it was, I just watched them. Mr. Collett had stocked
that pond with lots of fish and the frogs, well, they just found their way
there. Easy fishing for Mr. Collett. He said he went fishing to catch fish,
not sit around under a tree all day and get bitten by
mosquitos. Mr. Collett had a funny way of looking at life, it was why I'd
come to his place when I took off from my Pa's house after he'd punished me
one too many times. I'd run off before, Pa knew I'd come home sooner or
later. He and I would stand shuffling our feet and apologize to each other
and things would be good again for a while. But I did have to find another
place to stay for a few days when it happened.
     So this time I'd gone to stay with Mr. Collett. He was an odd duck,
he'd been living alone on his place ever since his parents had passed on a
few years back, about 1820 or so, I reckon it was, the year of the fever
that took a lot of people away and there never had been a lot of people in
this part of the United States anyhow. Now in this year of 1824, he was
like thirty years old, but still living alone, and he seemed to like it. He
was a big, strong, good-looking guy, he could have gone courting any of the
girls on the mountain and been welcomed by the girl and her family. But
he'd stayed alone there on his lonesome place...until I'd come along,
needing a place to stay for a while.
     He was an odd duck, like I said, but he and I got along all
right. We'd sat up laughing and talking and I'd helped him around his
place. But it was now the third day, and I was ready to go back and face Pa
again and put my life back together.
     There was a patch of fresh ground near Mr. Collett's house and I was
puzzled. It looked like a grave. Had one of his dogs died? A man would bury
a favorite dog like that, in a grave near the house in a nice sunny place,
there to wait the Judgment Day. But I should have known it from breakfast
time.
     He'd even put up a marker on it. I walked over to it and stared down
at the writing on the marker, dumbly. The words didn't make no sense!
                      HERE LIES TOBY MARSH.
     They didn't make no sense, on account of I was Toby Marsh!
     "Mr. Collett! Mr. Collett!" I shouted. No answer, but I heard noises
inside the house.
     I went up the steps and looked. There was Mr. Collett sitting on his
bed, hands in his lap, wringing them. "Oh, what am I going to do! What am I
going to do?" he was murmuring to himself.
     "Mr. Collett? Mr. Collett?"
     "Uh?" He looked up, looked toward me without seeing me. "Is...is
someone there?" He said, trembling.
     "I'm right here!" I said to Mr. Collett. "What's going on?"
     "Toby? Toby, is that you?"
     "Yeah!" I said. "What's going on?"
     "Going on?" Mr. Collett looked nearby me, astonished. "You don't
know?"
     "Know what?"
     "Boy, you're dead." Mr. Collett said. "I done just got finished
burying you outside."
     "I'm not dead!" I protested. "I'm right here!"
     "I can see you....a little." Mr. Collett said. "It's like a patch of
mist and fog with the sun shining through it, faint, but I can see
it. Toby, you went out the door and you fell on that loose board on the
step and landed on your head! Cracked your skull clean open! You were dead
before you knew it. No wonder you're a ghost! You don't know you're dead!"
     "Dead?" I looked down at myself. "But I'm not dead. I'm right here!" I
pinched myself, hard, and it hurt. "Ow! I ain't no ghost! I can see and
feel myself!"
     "Well, of course you can see and feel yourself!" Mr. Collett
said. "You know yourself, you're going to be able to touch yourself."
     I looked around and there was a plate on the table, I picked it up. "I
can pick this up, too."
     Mr. Collett looked startled. "I see the plate hovering over the table
all by itself. Are you doing that, Toby?"
     "I am." I said, and dropped the plate, it was metal and make a heck of
a racket. "I'm really dead? I'm a ghost?"
     "I reckon so. I hear tell ghosts have to stay where they died, or
nearby it, wait until the Day of Reckoning."
     "I gotta stay here? But Pa will be wondering where I am." I
said. "He's going to miss me."
     "I could go down and tell him what happened." Mr. Collett
said. "Course, he may not believe me. I thought about that when I saw your
poor bleeding body at the foot of my steps. Somebody may think I killed
you. So I figure on staying here until I figure out how to tell everyone in
a way they'll believe me. It's why I went ahead and buried you. I cleaned
you and wrapped you up in my best white sheet, and laid you in the grave
nice and neat."
     I began to shiver. "So what happens to me now?"
     "Well, I don't rightly know." Mr. Collett said not-quite to me. "I
never had acquaintance with a ghost before. But you don't mean me no harm,
do you? I know some ghosts hang around and work all kinds of mischief. But
you're a nice boy, you wouldn't hurt me none, would you? I mean, you can
stay here with me and we'll sit and talk like we been doing, and it'll be
just like you was alive. Nobody ever comes up here, so you and me won't be
bothered none. Would you like that?"
     "I...I guess so." I said. I hadn't planned on staying forever! "But if
I'm dead, why am I hungry?" That was why I'd come back to Mr. Collett's
place, to get something to eat and tell him I was leaving.
     "Beats me." Mr. Collett said and smiled. "But if you're hungry, I
guess we'd better feed you. You go wash up your hands and face and I'll fix
you lunch."
     So I started my first day as a ghost just like I was still living with
Mr. Collett. It was kind of weird. I mean, I even had to go to his outhouse
a time or two just like I was living. Mr. Collett was nice to me, fixing
the plate of food even if he never quite looked at me while he was talking
to me. I guess he only had a general idea of where I was. Once, as he went
by, I poked him and he jumped, looked around, and said, "Must have been a
horsefly that ran itself head-on into me. Don't see him now, though."
     I got curious about that as the day went on. Once, Mr. Collett started
to walk by me, and I stuck my foot out. He tripped over it, stumbled,
nearly fell. "Got to fix that loose board." was his only comment.
     I giggled. This was promising to be fun. How many nine-year-old boys
could resist the chance to pull pranks on a grown-up and get away with it
scot-free!
     So I went quiet, not answering him when he tried to speak to me, and I
watched him looking around for that faint patch of me he could see and not
able to find it. He fixed himself a snack and when he set the plate down, I
snatched it up and ate it my ownself. "Toby!" Mr. Collett chided me. "You
ain't fixing to start haunting me, are you?"
     "Maybe." I said, mumbling around the sandwich.
     Mr. Collett heard that, and he looked not-quite-at-me and said, "Well,
all right then, little ghost boy, I can't stop you, no matter what you
do. But you be too mean to me, I'll pack up and move away and you'll be
haunting this place all alone. Think of that before you get to being too
feisty a spook on me."
     That sobered me, and I sat and ate my supper with Mr. Collett,
dejected. What good is being a spook if you can't haunt nobody?
     After that, I was tired and yawning, as you can imagine, being a ghost
for my first day had been kind of draining. So I was ready for bed.
     I guess Mr. Collett saw me yawning, or heard me. "Time for you to get
to bed, little ghost boy." he said to me. "You can sleep on the blanket on
the floor like you did when you was alive. I'll lay it out for you."
     I didn't like the blanket, it was so hard on the floor even with the
blanket to lie on. And Mr. Collett had a nice, big bed. If I was a ghost, I
could get into bed with him and sleep and he couldn't do nothing about it.
     So while he was out in the outhouse, I stripped off my clothes and
crawled into the bed.
     Mr. Collett came in, drying his hands and stopped, looked at the bed,
then at the blanket o the bed. "You be careful, Toby, I can't see you now
you're a spook, you remember. Don't want to step on you and get your
ectoplasm all over my feet." And he carefully stepped over the blanket on
the floor and said, "Believe I'm going to sleep without my drawers
tonight." And he got into bed, and then wormed his way out of his lower
underclothes (all he had on at that point) and dropped them on the
floor. He said to the floor and the empty blanket. "Good night, little
ghost boy." And he turned over and came right up against me.
     "Oh, my, but this bed does feel nice and warm tonight." Mr. Collett
said. "I bet I can sleep nice and sound with a ghost boy watching out for
me all night long."
     I put my arms around him and he said, "Mmm, yeah, this is a nice warm
bed, it's like being held by someone all nice and soft." His arms came up
and said, "My, but this extra blanket on my bed feels a lot like somebody,
don't it."
     I giggled. I couldn't help it.
     "Toby? Are you haunting my bed now?"
     "Uh-huh." I said. "Long as I'm staying here with you, no reason I
can't sleep in the bed along with you. You got a problem sharing a bed with
a ghost boy?"
     "I reckon not, not if I want to keep living here, and I do."
Mr. Collett said. "Just remember that I can't stop you from doing anything
you decide to do. You got to be a nice ghost boy."
     "Oh, I'll be a nice ghost boy." I assured him. "I'll be the nicest
ghost boy you ever knew."
     "You're the only ghost boy I ever knew." Mr. Collett said. "But I'm
glad you're here with me. It's been powerful lonesome up here, you know."
     He shifted, and I felt his thing between his legs rub up against my
own leg. It felt so big, I wondered about it. My own wasn't anything like
this big, and I had what felt like a sausage roll hitting my leg. I started
to reach for it and then stopped.
     Then I remembered, hey, I was a ghost now! Anything I wanted to do, I
could, and Mr. Collett couldn't stop me. And he had told me he'd leave if I
did anything mean to him, but touching his johnson wouldn't be mean!
     So I reached down and got hold of it. Mr. Collett didn't seem to know
I had hold of it, and he just sort of sighed. His johnson, though, it kind
of twitched and grew even fatter in my hand.
     "Ahhh!" Mr. Collett sighed. "My little ghost, are you getting friendly
with me? I can't stop you if you are, you know."
     "Yeah." I giggled and I began to feel him more than ever. "You like
that?" I asked him.
     "Wouldn't matter if I didn't, would it?" Mr. Collett moaned. "But
yeah, I like that a lot. I'd like it even better if you was to sort of work
it back and forth in your hand."
     "Like this?"
     "Oooh, oh, yeah!" Mr. Collett groaned. "Oh, my cock is going back and
forth all by itself! I got a ghost hand on my cock and it's making me feel
so good!"
     I felt Mr. Collett's hand working over my body. Feeling it over, and I
wondered what he was feeling. He seemed to be trying to find me out by
touch alone. His hand got down to my own little johnson and the big paw
wrapped around it. "That feels like a small hot little fish." Mr. Collett
said. "Do I have a ghost dick in my hand now, Toby?"
     "Yeah, you do." I said. Mr. Collett's hand began to work my johnson
and I had to groan myself some, along with Mr. Collett. It just felt so
good! "Ooh, oh, Mr. Collett, that's nice! Real nice!"
     "Never thought I'd be in bed playing with a ghost." Mr. Collett said
to me with a warm smile in his voice. "But strange things can happen in
this old world."
     "Yeah." I said. "I never expected to be a ghost in bed playing with a
living man. But if I'm dead now, then I can do whatever I want to, can't
I?"
     "I guess you can." Mr. Collett said. "I know I can't stop you from
doing anything to my dick you might want to do. If you was to take it in
your mouth and suck on it, making it move like your hand is doing but with
your mouth, well, I couldn't stop you, now could I? You being a ghost and
all."
     "Yeah, you couldn't stop me." I said. I hadn't thought of such a
thing, but I didn't know a lot about being a ghost so I dove down under the
covers and I found Mr. Collett's cock all smudged with hot salty stuff like
the bull pours out when you show him the cow that needs freshening, my Pa
called it "must" and so Mr. Collett's "must" meant he was ready for
breeding and I was the ghost-cow to do it.
     His cock tasted nice and fresh and clean, he must have taken a real
bath out there while I was plotting to take over his bed and haunt it
nighttimes. Mr. Collett gave out a lot of happy sighing sounds while I
worked my mouth over it.
     "Get lots of spit worked up." Mr. Collett said. "That's how ghosts
make their ectoplasm when they leave it about on stuff they're
haunting. It's always nice and slick and it'll make it easier."
     "I did that and he was right, with my mouth all filled with saliva, I
could fit his cock a long ways down. And more of that "must" poured into my
mouth as I worked it. Yep, this was one bull/man who was ready to mount the
cow.
     I considered it. The bull always stuck his johnson into the cow's
behind. Okay, I figured that must be how it was done. So I let go and
pushed the covers back.
     "What are you doing now, little ghost boy?" Mr. Collett said. "What
kind of haunting are you doing now?"
     "We'll see." I said and I got straddle of him on the bed and then I
caught hold of his cock and I guided it up to my asshole. "Let's see if
this makes you feel any better."
     Mr. Collett gasped as my warm sphincter caught his cockhead. "Oh, oh,
Toby, do you know what you're doing?"
     "I got a general idea." I said as I fought with myself to fit it down
further. It wasn't going in as easy as the bull's cock went into the cow's
butt. I'd tried to get a better look the times Pa had a bull brought over
for one of our cows, but he always shoved me back and told me not to be
nasty. But I saw some of it.
     "Let me help you." Mr. Collett said. His hands came up and caught hold
of me. Now he was pushing me down onto his dong, and that made it go easier
because he wiggled his hips as he did so, and his prick dug its way deeper
with every push.
     It kind of hurt, some times, but each time, Mr. Collett would stop and
just hold me there and smile up at me with the light of the full moon
helping me see him. I turned around on his cock, pivoting like on a
spindle, and he smiled up at me when I did that, and I grinned back at
him. Maybe you can see ghosts clearer at night, for he was looking me right
in the eyes. The light turned our bodies a pale white, and I figured I was
turning into a true ghost at last, with only a white body like a torn
sheet, and holes for eyes. Not yet, not yet, I wanted to make Mr. Collett
feel really good, for being the only man who had ever been nice to me when
I'd shown up on his doorstep. Everyone else had tried to send me right back
to Pa, but too soon wasn't no good, Pa would still be drinking and ready to
get mad at me if I showed up before his liquor ran out. I was lucky Pa
didn't get much money and had few chances to drink. But when he had a
jug...look out Toby!
     Not Mr. Collett, there wasn't a drop of alcohol on his property except
a small jug of raw alcohol in the barn he used for things like sterilizing
cuts and such on animals and himself when they happened. So I wanted to
spend my last hours as a boy (if such they were) making him feel a body and
not a pile of gooey stuff. Finally, I was sitting on his lap with his full
length inside me, and Mr. Collett was moaning something fierce. "Oh, baby,
Toby, my little boy, my own little boy!" He moaned. "I love you, I want you
stay with me forever and ever, and you can, you can stay with me, because I
love you and I need you, baby, oh, baby!"
     I began to bounce up and down to make his cock move and as I did,
Mr. Collett howled! I mean, outright like a wolf on a hilltop baying at the
moon howled! "Oh, baby, oh, baby, I'm going to come, I'm coming, I'm
coming, uh, MMH, HNNNH, HNNH, GHHH, GH-GH-GH-GH-GH-GH-GUHHHHHHHHHNNNNN!"
     And a huge load of hot salty stuff spattered my innards then, and I
felt such a powerful tingle in my loins like I'd never had before and my
cock was almost burning, only this was a good feeling, so good, and it was
making me dizzy it felt so good, and I felt Mr. Collett's spunk dripping
out of my ass as he settled back onto the bed, his big chest heaving up and
down and I sank down onto it in rapture and his big hands came up and
hugged me tight.
     "Don't ever leave me, Toby." Mr. Collett murmured to me. "Don't ever,
ever go."
     "I won't." I said. "I can't. This is where I'm haunting."
     "Yes. You're haunting me. Don't ever stop haunting me, little ghost
boy."
     He lowered me onto the bed beside him and I went to sleep inside those
strong pair of arms.
     The next morning, I woke up before he did, and I looked at his face. I
don't know if it was the dreams I'd been having or what, but I suddenly got
powerful curious. I went outside and got the shovel, and I began to dig up
the grave where my body lay.
     Only there wasn't nothing to dig up. Once I got the heaped earth off
of it, I ran right into solid packed earth and clay that hadn't been
bothered since it'd been laid down at the Creation.
     I heard a sound behind me and I looked over to see Mr. Collett looking
at me in his doorway.
     "You lied to me." I said. "I ain't dead, never have been."
     "No." Mr. Collett agreed. "I'm sorry, Toby. It's just, I wanted you to
stay here with me so bad, and I figured if you thought you didn't have no
choice but to stay, you would."
     "Yeah." I said. Looked down at the earth and the marker. My
grave-that-wasn't-one.
     And I turned and I ran down the mountainside, back toward my home and
my Pa.
     Pa was as apologetic as ever. He made his usual promises not to drink
too much again. And I promised not to run away again.
     But a week later, Pa sold some of his corn and part of his payment was
a half-dozen gallons of corn liquor. He'd stay drunk for a fortnight on
that, every blessed night, until it was gone.
     Mr. Collett was in his yard near sundown when I walked up. He saw me
and his face lit up, then darkened again. "You come for a visit." He said
carefully.
     "Yeah, for a spell, I reckon." I said. "Pa got himself a lot of corn
liquor to drink before it's safe for me to go home again. Mind if I sort of
stick around and haunt you for a couple of weeks?"
     Mr. Collett did smile then, and he said, "You know you're welcome
here, little ghost boy."
     "Then I'm putting on my chains and practicing my whoo-whoo-whooos!" I
made a ghost-moan for him for that last. "And if you'll take me inside and
feed me some supper first, I'll see if I can make you do some moaning,
yourself, just like last time."
     And together, we went into his house as the darkness of night stole
over us like the shroud covers the beloved dead with its black caress of
kindness.

				  THE END
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