Date: Mon, 9 Mar 2015 23:16:31 -0400
From: Pony Boy1984 <ponyboy1984@hotmail.com>
Subject: Second Chances: Chapter 6 "The Specter"????

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Second Chances

By Pony Boy 1984

Chapter Six: The Specter

 

I had awoken from a sound sleep at 2 o’clock in the morning, and was
surprised that Paul wasn’t in bed with me. I felt disoriented as my
bleary eyes tried to adjust to the darkness of the room. There was an eerie
yellow and orange light flickering from underneath the bedroom door. My
nostrils flared at the foul scent of sulfur and thick blankets of smoke
billowed around me, stinging my eyes and making it difficult to stumble
around the room. Heat emanated from all around me, and the door knob had
become hot to the touch. I pulled off my pajama top and wrapped it around
my hand, then opened the door.


I was struck by a wall of heat that whooshed past me, forcing me to step
back and shield my face. I stumbled out into the hallway, and was horrified
to see rivulets of flame that seemed to be crawling up the corners of the
walls and ceiling like glimmering serpents. “Mom! Dad! Paul!” I
screamed, but nobody responded. I looked down the length of the hallway, as
the heat caused beads of sweat roll down my smooth, bare chest. I
instinctively ran toward my brother’s room, as I replayed Danny’s
terrifying memory. Just as I reached for the door knob, something caught my
attention at the end of the hallway. I looked up and saw something staring
at me through the hallway window.


What was left of my rationale adult consciousness would be tempted to
dismiss the visage of the flaming specter of death staring at me through
the window, but Danny’s sheer terror at the sight of the image precluded
any simple logical explanation. I have to admit though, the shimmering
image cloaked in the swirling grey shroud seemed to follow my every
movement. Like Danny, I pushed the image from my mind, and used the t-shirt
to turn the doorknob and enter my brother’s room.


He was still asleep but coughing heavily as I approached the bed. I called
out to him as I ripped the sheets down, exposing his shuddering naked
form. I was surprised when I looked down at Paul was sporting an
erection. I realized it was the first time that Danny had ever seen that,
and he was briefly distracted by this curiosity. I could feel my heart
begin to race as I reached out to touch him. Remembering the danger around
me, I did the only thing that Danny could think to do and slap Paul’s
face, and shake him. As he woke up with a start, I sensed something
watching me through the bedroom window. I looked up and again saw the face
staring at me, and as the window shattered I awoke with a scream. I think
what frightened me the most, was the sudden sense that the creature was
cognizant of my presence, along with Danny.


Paul tightened his grip on my naked body and kissed my cheek. “You’re
safe with me.”


“I saw it again,” I whispered, fighting back a sudden surge of
terror.


“I won’t let it get you. That’s a promise!” Paul said.


I strained to find an explanation for the entity, such as a reflection off
the glass or an illusion caused by the smoke and heat. “It was supposed
to take me away, I wasn’t supposed to get away. That’s why it’s
hunting me.” I whispered.


I felt Paul’s body instinctively shudder, and I knew instantly that he
had likely seen it too. He tightened his grip on me and shook his
head. “Don’t think about it Danny, it wasn’t real,” he tried to
assure me. It was then I realized that Danny firmly believed that the
monster was real, and the reasoning for the car accident was that creature
trying to steal his life away. I sat up on the edge of the bed, and buried
my face in my hands as tears began to stream down. “Now he’s going to
hunt you too,” Danny’s subconscious warned me. Paul sat beside me and
gently massaged my bare back.


“Whatever happens, we’ll get through it. Just like we always do. Even
if it was real, you’re braver and smarter than it is,” Paul said
confidently.


I looked over at my brother, and leaned in to kiss him. He always knew the
right thing to say when I needed to hear it. “I love you,” I
whispered.


“Are you OK now?” he asked.


My mind was still reeling with the memories of what Danny had seen on that
night and on subsequent occasions. I wanted to ascertain a clear scientific
rationale for the vision to set Danny’s mind at ease. However, I had to
balance the fact that my presence in Danny’s body and his apparent gift
for precognition meant that there might be something to his
fears. Regardless, I knew that it was my job to help protect Danny and his
brothers from this threat, whether it be real or imagined.

I couldn’t stifle the sudden giggle that escaped my lips. Paul cocked
his head curiously and asked me what was so funny. “I saw your stiffy
that night you know.”

Paul laughed and shook his head. “You never told me that before.”


“I wanted to touch it,” I said matter-of-factly.


“Oh? Anything else?” Paul asked, his cock rapidly inflating.


“I wanted to taste it too,” I replied. Danny’s memories unlocked
his latent desires, as the heat that had swept across his body wasn’t
just the fire. It was his first real homosexual expression and seeing his
brother in that state had unlocked it. I looked over at Paul and smiled,
“And there were lots of other things I thought about after too.”


Paul leaned back in the bed and spread his legs apart. “Maybe you should
show me.”


I stood up and got between Paul’s legs, my smooth body was bathed in the
moonlight streaming through the window, my own uncut stiffy swaying as I
ran my hands down my chest and ass. I started off by gently touching and
massaging his cock and balls. Paul moaned softly as I kneeled down beside
the bed and pulled his foreskin back so I could taste his
tip. “That’s the first thing I wanted to do,” I told him. I then
allowed it to disappear into my mouth, as my small fingers rubbed and
massaged his balls. I bobbed my head up and down, and relished the beads of
precum that formed at the tip. As I felt his balls inflate, I stood up and
walked over to the desk in front of the bedroom window.


I looked out the window, down at our front yard and the street. There
wasn’t any activity outside the occasional passing car. However, we
perceived Danny’s creature staring up at us from the shadows. I placed
my left foot on the desk and spread my legs, and let the whole sleeping
world, passing cars and Danny’s creature gaze upon our unabashedly bare
body. I would not allow anyone human or supernatural steal Danny or his
brother’s away from this world.

 

As I played with my stiffy, Paul knelt behind me and inserted his tongue
into my hole. I gently rubbed my chest by making slow circular motions
using my left hand, while playing with my foreskin with my right hand. A
man walked by the house walking his dog. He briefly glanced up at the
window several times, though I couldn’t be sure whether he saw me or
Paul. I’m sure I was visible though, because the moonlight had cast my
body in a pale, blueish light that caused some of the small beads of
perspiration of glimmer.  Danny always hoped he could bring joy to people,
whether it meant some performing some random act of kindness, or yielding
to some naturalistic carnal desire.


I gasped as Paul spread my ass cheeks apart and slipped his cock inside
me. He placed his hands against my hips and began sliding in and out of me,
as I continued to explore my body and play with my cock. I threw my head
back and licked my lips as Paul quickened his pace until we both crested in
waves of pleasure, before reluctantly returning to the bed for a more
restful sleep.


When I awoke, sunshine was streaming through the window and Paul was
gone. I remembered that this was a school day, so it meant that Mikey would
be gone too. I climbed out of bed, tossed on some pajama bottoms and headed
out to the kitchen. Mom greeted me with a smile, and quickly offered me
some eggs and toast which I eagerly accepted. She asked me how I slept, and
I responded fine. She gave me a look that indicated she might have heard me
scream, but she didn’t push me. I immediately felt guilty, but I knew
this had occurred before.


“You know your dad and I are always here for you,” she said with a
smile. Soon the kitchen was filled with the aroma of sizzling eggs as I set
about idly playing with a storm trooper action figure that had been lying
on the counter.


“I know mom, I love you,” I responded. She cast a smile at me and
handed me a plate with my breakfast.


“Think you’ll be ready for school next week?” she asked.


That’s something I’d not considered since the accident. Danny was a
school boy, and he’s already missed a couple weeks. I had loathed most
of my own school days, though it seemed Danny had a better time of it. He
was so naturally outgoing and likeable, in addition to being something of
an athlete. Danny longed to see his friends, and so by extension I too
longed to return. I knew this wouldn’t be completely easy, as Danny did
have a couple of bullies and a hint of homophobic worries, but for the most
part his memories were positive and so I promised that I’d do my best to
keep them that way. I think Danny was more worried about the bus rides and
anything else that might put his life at risk, but then that’s why
I’m here.


“Yes mom, I think I’ll be ready.”


She leaned down and kissed my forehead gently, “Nothing ever holds you
back.”


“No mom, not anything!” I said, causing her to laugh.


I sensed there was a memory concerning school that Danny was locking away,
though I had the sense it was something a little naughty. But that was par
for the course with Danny, and would represent one more interesting
challenge that sometimes I think Danny orchestrated on purpose. Though, I
must admit that I enjoyed these little challenges, for some reason they
made me, well perhaps us, feel so alive. “Are they going to keep me back
mom?” I asked.

“I don’t think so, but I’m going to see if you can do some work at
home, so that you’ll not be that far behind when you return,” she
responded.

“What about….” I began to ask.


I wondered if Danny’s mom was precognitive, because she cut me
off. “I’m sorry Danny, wrestling will have to wait.”


I felt my heart deflate a little, and mom knew this would be a sore
subject. “Now Danny, the doctor said you will need a couple months to
make a full recovery. There will always be next year, and if the doctor
says it’s alright, then you may still be able to work out with the
team.”


I forced a smile and sighed, “OK mom.”


I excused myself from the kitchen and sat down in the living room and
turned on some cartoons. I gathered some of Mikey and my star wars action
figures, along with a set of Lego blocks. I tried my best to creature some
crude AT-ATs, and placed my storm troopers and Imperial officers inside
then, while marshalling the Rebels and Luke around them, then made little
laser blast sounds with my lips. While the commercials were on, I’d
flick the TV over to the financial news network. I caught my mother giving
me strange looks. At first I thought it was because of my little battle
sprawled out on the carpet, then I realized it was my oscillating between
cartoons and financial news. Old habits die hard I guess, but I figure dad
may need financial advice someday soon. I couldn’t help but giggle, the
toys were more fun but I took some delight at the prospect of being able to
teach my parents something too.


I spent most of the afternoon playing with my action figures, stopping only
to fire up the console and play a few games. There was a knock on the door
around mid-afternoon, and much to my delight it was Ryan. I was so excited
that I actually found it difficult to express how glad I was to see
him. Ryan flashed an awkward smile, as if the feeling was mutual.


I finally found my voice, “I’m really glad to see you Ryan. I missed
you.”


Ryan’s smile broadened, “I really missed you too.”


We stared at one another until mom said, “Are you going to invite him
inside?” Mom gave me a knowing grin. It was one of those “I know what
that look means Danny, and it’s alright,” approving smiles and it
made me feel good. It’s amazing what a simple look or smile can mean
from a parent who loves and knows you can do. I invited Ryan inside, and
lead him over to my sprawling mess on the living room floor as Ryan updated
me on his own recovery. He sat close enough to me that I could feel his
body heat, and I found it difficult to resist leaning over to kiss him as
he helped me build an ion cannon tower. The sunlight through the living
room window made Ryan’s platinum hair seem to almost glow, and it made
me smile more.  It felt as though I’d known Ryan for far longer than I
had, but I’ve come to understand that perhaps Danny just has that effect
on people and perhaps he and Ryan were kindred souls in that respect.


“Danny, why don’t you and Ryan move all that to your room,” mom
suggested. I quickly took the hint, secretly relishing a little privacy
with Ryan anyways. Perhaps mom knew that too, and the grin that crossed his
lips indicated to me that Ryan was on the same wavelength. We carefully
scooped up all my figures and creations and brought them into the
bedroom. I closed the door behind us, and we both stared at one another
awkwardly for a moment as we did at the front door. This time I leaned
forward, and Ryan met me half way so that our lips met at the middle.


“I’m so glad you came to see me. I missed you!” I exclaimed.


Ryan smiled shyly, “I’d been thinking of you all week.” He leaned
in for another stolen kiss that lasted much longer this time. I leaned into
him. His hand disappeared inside my pajama bottoms, as I unbuttoned his
school slacks and felt his bulge gently. We performed this activity for
several moments until my mom called out, asking if we’d like some milk
and cookies. We both flushed crimson and began giggling out of
embarrassment and a little frustration.


“Yes mom, be there in a minute!” I shouted back. We learned in and
continued for a few more seconds before reluctantly straightening ourselves
out, trying to hide our erections as we headed toward the kitchen to fetch
mom’s offering. After gratefully accepting the bounty of chocolate milk
and cookies, we returned to the bedroom and talked for a while as Ryan
surveyed the room carefully. He was guessing between which posters and
items we’re mine and Paul’s, and he did fairly well.

“So how come you guys sleep together?” Ryan asked.


I nearly choked on the response and stuttered nervously. “Err, why do
you think we sleep together.”


Ryan tilted his head and looked confused. “We’ll there’s two beds
in the room and your stuff is in here?”


Upon realizing Ryan was simply asking why we shared a room, I turned bright
red. “Oh, well we had our own rooms in our old house. But, when it
burned down we both had trouble sleeping so we started sharing a room,”
I explained. Ryan’s eyes narrowed a little, but he nodded and began
inquiring about the fire. I knew it was something that Danny didn’t like
discussing, but I knew that had to change so I explained my memories of
that night, to his astonishment and sympathy.

Ryan glanced around and spotted the photo of Tommy on the desk. “Hey,
who is that?” he asked, motioning toward the desk.


“Oh, that’s Paul’s boyfriend,” I quipped, before realizing what
I had just said.


Ryan’s eyes widened a little, and I could almost see the gears turning
in his head as he contemplated by previous discomfort with our room
arrangement. “Uh, Danny… Do you and your brother… I mean, do you
guys….” The poor kid stumbled over his words, but I knew exactly what
he was thinking.


“Yeah we do, sometimes,” I responded. This really wasn’t an
accidental reply. I really did want to be honest and open with Ryan, even
if it meant risking our relationship.


Ryan paused long enough to give me a fright, before his face
softened. “Sometimes I wish I had a brother,” he replied, flashing me
a mischievous grin.

“Well, you have me now,” I responded. Ryan leaned in and gave a quick
kiss, his eyes darting toward the door as my mother came down the corridor.

Ryan looked back at the picture of Tommy, before looking me in the
eyes. “Have the three of you ever….. Played around?”


I gave Ryan a wicked grin, figuring this was my opportunity to sell the
idea of accepting both my brother and Tommy as part of our
relationship. “Well, sometimes we do. I mean, it’s just
so…incredible.”


Ryan tilted his head and shrugged his shoulders, “What do you mean.”


“Just imagine, all of our bodies touching. All of those tongues, and
really tight holes. So many things to feel and explore, so much love to
share,” I said breathlessly, as I thought about our last encounter
together.


Ryan looked down at the bulge in my pajama bottoms again, then looked into
my eyes. “Wow, you guys do everything together? Everything we did?”
he asked.

“Everything and even more! But Tommy is Paul’s boyfriend and they
love each other. I’m just a friend of Tommy but I love my brother. And
so I guess we kind of share that together, if that makes any sense.”


Ryan leaned back, lost in thought. I could see concern written in his face,
but I could also see the bulge in his slacks. “Because you both love
your brother, but I guess in a little different way than Tommy. But, you
share the fooling around because love is love, I guess my dad would say,”
Ryan mused. He looked back at the picture and grinned, “Well, he is cute
and so is your brother. But they’re not as cute as you.”


Now it was my time to blush again, and we climbed on top of him and kissed
him until we heard my mother coming back down the hall. “Ryan, do you
think your dad will let you sleep over this weekend?” I asked.


A shy grin crossed his face, and his bulge got a little bigger. He bit his
lower lip, and I knew he was struggling with the concept of having his
sexuality not only known, but experienced with someone other than me. I
felt a little guilty about springing this on him, but I thought it would be
worse to find out about our complex relationships later. “Well, I guess
as long as my homework is taken care of. It’s just, well I’ve not
done a sleep over since I was little,” Ryan said with a sigh.

“Oh, how come?” I asked.


Ryan looked down at the carpet and sighed. He looked a little upset and for
a moment I thought that I had hurt him. “Ryan, I’m sorry…”


Ryan looked back up and shook his head, “No Danny, you don’t
understand. I’ve not had many friends in a while. I don’t know it was
like all of a sudden I felt different than the other kids and my friends
all kind of drifted away. I knew I’d become different than the other
boys, but didn’t really know why, until I met you.”

I put my hand on his and clutched it tightly. “You’re going to make
new friends Ryan, please believe me.”


Ryan smiled, “I’m sure dad will let me sleep over. He said he liked
you and your parents. I think he’ll be glad to see me spending time with
other kids again. Things haven’t been the same since mom died. I mean
that was a long time ago, but I think dad thinks that’s my problem.”


I couldn’t help but suspect Ryan’s dad understood more than he
realized, but best to leave that idea alone for now. “I still need to
ask mom and dad, but I know they’ll say yes,” I said confidently. I
could see that Ryan was a little nervous, but I could tell that he longed
for my approval. I’d have to be careful about pushing him into anything
that made him uncomfortable.


We played with the computer for a while until Mikey and Paul got home. I
encouraged Ryan to get a little more comfortable with my brothers, before
he excused himself to head home for dinner. After cleaning up the room, and
watching some television, mom called us to the dinner table. I brought up
the idea of having Ryan over for a sleepover. Paul gave me leg a poke under
the table, as mom sighed deeply and shook her head. I could tell by the
smile and exchange of glances with dad that the answer would be yes. Which
was a good thing, since Ryan had texted me nearly simultaneously that his
dad had already said yes. We worked out that the day would have to be
Saturday night, since my parents wanted to have a family night at the
movies and go out Saturday morning.


Paul had brought home some homework for me, and so mom and I planned out a
schedule for the remainder of the week to try and keep up with the work. It
included several chapters on basic algebra, American history and
literature. I couldn’t help but grin to myself on how easy this work
would be, but as I sat down to read, I discovered that I was at the mercy
of my own childish whims and distractions.  Though to be honest, I’m not
sure that’s much of a difference from my adult life. My head has always
been in the clouds, and so has Danny’s. I guess we were a perfect match
in that regard. Though, my knowledge if even a bit hazy would still prove
invaluable, and my somewhat more mature focus should bring Danny an extra
measure of success I believe.


When we had a chance to be alone, I confessed to Paul that I had let it
slip that he had a boyfriend. He was a little annoyed with me, especially
when it came to the nature of our own relationship. However, he understood
my concern about surprising Ryan or hurting him by hiding the truth. “Do
you want me to sleep in the other room Saturday?” he asked.


I thought about it for a moment before responding. “Well, Ryan might
like some privacy and I don’t want to pressure him. But, I think he’s
interested so maybe we should just wait and see?”


Paul nodded his head, “Yeah that sounds like a good idea. I just
don’t want to be the one to screw things up for you.”


“I’m sure we’ll want to be alone once in a while, like you and
Tommy,” I replied.


“Whatever you need bro,” Paul said, reaching over to mess up my
hair. We tussled on the bed for a while, until dad poked his head into the
room and told us to settle down.


“Besides, there’s always the tree house. Ryan hasn’t even seen it
yet,” I mentioned.


“I’m going to have to rock, paper, scissors you for use of that,”
Paul said with a smirk.


“We can take turns, besides I am betting we will all want to be up there
once in a while,” I commented.


The next couple of nights I managed to sleep much more soundly, with my
young mind already preoccupied with the prospects of Ryan’s overnight
visit. Paul helped keep my mind off monsters, by keeping me busy with
computer games during the evening, then some late night fun after mom and
dad had went to their bedroom for the evening. I also kept Mikey a little
involved, though also made an effort to help him with his homework. I felt
that brought us closer together than just the sexual play, because I got to
play the role of teacher and mentor and I think Mikey appreciated and
respected that.


I admit it took a couple days to get back into the concept of things like
homework. The toys, video games and cartoons proved tempting distractions
and resulted in frequent breaks. I had begun building a pod racing track
with my Legos, and had made tweaks to how Danny’s stuff was arranged in
the bedroom. I guess I was a little more than OCD than Danny, so we debated
this internally. I’m glad mom and dad didn’t walk in on those bizarre
internal discussions of whether action figures should be grouped by movie
franchise, or rank of the character as Danny preferred.


The week flew by and I felt as though Danny’s body was steadily
recovering with each passing day. Although, excess activity still resulted
in very minor dizzy spells, for the most part they passed quickly without
needing to lay down. In my heart though, I knew that Danny wouldn’t be
wrestling anytime soon. However, I believed that it wouldn’t be more
than a couple months before we were practicing again. I had completed the
token assignments quickly, and had Paul bring them back to my teachers by
Thursday. The principal had discussed the possibility of my needing to do
summer school to catch up with other assignments, but I was going to make
any effort to avoid that.


I had decided to spice up Ryan’s week by taking selfies of myself in
front of the full-length mirror wearing nothing but my jock strap. Ryan had
told me that his Geography was the most boring of his classes, so I was
sure to send them during that class. Of course the thought the teacher
might take away his phone and hadn’t occurred to me, but the images had
the desired effect and Ryan began sending similar selfies back mostly at
night. Although, he did take one in the school bathroom stall which caused
even me to blush with excitement. I had no doubt that this weekend would be
an exciting experience for all of us, especially Ryan.