The Other World
Prologue – Year 2013

If you ask me when and how I died I will just shrug and smile. Well, stop. We both know you can't do that, you won't be able to see me or talk to me – I mean, I will be able to hear your question, I hear a lot of them everyday, but you will never hear the answer. Unless you have some rare gift, that is. You know, it feels like I've been dead forever, it's even quite difficult to describe how I feel. You may think that being dead means that you are in a black void, full of cold, freezing air. Or that I'm a little angel, flying around with other little angels, fucking each other for the eternity. Wrong. I can tell you that there's no heaven or hell, no voices from the sky, no merciful bearded man, no virgins, no happiness. There's just the awkward feeling embracing you – the feeling that your old life is over.

I guess I should explain to you what happened, but I have no idea. Looking at my clothes and looks I can say that I died recently. A year, two ago, perhaps three, seeing that I'm still wearing some funny Bieber's haircut which was popular back then. Can you imagine? The whole fucking eternity is ahead of me and I do look like some cheap faggot boy. Damn it. So yeah, I'm a boy. A ghost boy. You should tremble in fear. Boo! Welcome to my story.

Sure, I have some memories, I remember being happy, living. I remember the warm air all over my face and the hot summer, my last one. I remember having a loving family and my birthday party – If I recall correctly we celebrated my 13th birthday. Well, I think something bad happened shortly after, something unexpected, the thing that shattered my parents' little, perfect world. You know, one night everything turned to black, no pain, no magic, no screams or whispers. It happened rather quickly and since then I'm feeling this familiar sensation telling me that everything will be all right. The eternal silence, the feeling that my body weights nothing. And I see only more of black color.

Yeah, here's another disappointment – there's was no light tunnel, no voices and such bullshit. So, it happened when I was sleeping and by morning I was gone. Does this sound scary enough to you? Who knows, maybe you will die tonight. Maybe not. We will see. And what If I tell you that darkness is still all around me?

I should also mention that I'm not sure what happened after I died. My mind was still there, I could think, analyze things, recall my memories. Oh, and my imagination was getting stronger, I found it easy to create my own world, I lived inside of it for a while. It was as if I was still to wake up, dreaming the strangest and longest void dream. The never-ending dream, eh, may it never happen to you!

However, I will keep introducing myself – my name is Nicky. Hello there. Here's my problem – I do remember my friends calling me this name, but beside of this and some basic facts my memory is blank. It would be great to know more, but for most of the year I'm in the strange sleeping state that seems like a single normal night. And when I wake up I see that yet another year passed. The people are changing and I still stay they same - I'm still wearing the same clothes, my cool shirt, jeans and my sport shoes. Thankfully, my blond hair does not grow anymore. I have sort of cute face, this is what they used to say. Am I lucky? Being thirteen years old boy forever for the rest of the... yeah, here's a riddle. I have no idea when and how will this end.

While you may laugh I find it rather annoying - but for some reason I always wake up for three days, just before Halloween. It seems like some sort of cheap movie for teenage girls, but it's real. I mean, it seems real for me! Pop! Here I come, appearing out of blue in some American city that seems familiar. From 30th October to 1st November I'm free to go anywhere I want, looking for a clear sign that will help me understand what is happening and why the hell am I the chosen one. This is so cheesy, right? Are you laughing yet? Good, because I always wanted to become a comedian. Writing my sweet after-life journal will do, I guess.

Allow me to describe my very first time as it left me really confused. I woke up on 30th October 2013 in some park as if I spent the last night there sleeping. Blinked few times, yawned, looked around. Everything seemed normal, but then I tried to talk to some people only to discover that they can't see or hear me. It seemed that the whole world was pulling some unfunny prank on me, I blamed my friends. But then I received the best proof that something was not quite right – some young kid walked directly through me. Can you imagine it? No, you can not, this feeling was strange, cold, as if my body stopped existing for a brief second. And I wasn't able to feel the kid or touch him. But I felt my body, I could sense the cold chunk of ice down my stomach once I realized that I'm a ghost. It was just as if I existed only for myself. Damn scary.

I remember gasping for breath – yes, I could breathe without much of the problem, I could smell the sweet air and freshly cut grass. My senses were working, I even needed to swallow my spit, it just disappeared once I did it. Hell, I was sweating when it was hot and shivered when the autumn wind blew through me. This was crazy, no, this IS crazy, but thanks to my newly found powers I find the whole after-life thing a bit easier. Oh, thanks to them I don't need to eat. What do ghosts eat anyway? Ectoplasm? Do they feast on fear? No idea, but I sure would not mind some good old Chipotle – believe me, I tried. I could levitate it, but taking a bite was impossible and frustrating. So, well, this is the very basic stuff you should know about me. I'm going to tell you what happened then and what I have discovered so far.

So, to start with... I also feel, the, um... strange, burning sensations all over my crotch. Keep in mind that I'm still 13 years old boy who feels no less horny now. It's funny, you would think that ghosts have no sexual needs but it appears that we are no different from normal people, like you. Don't ask me why, but it happened. On the other hand, it's just scary to think that you may be surrounded by young ghosts like me who are wanking and reading the story with you. I guess I'm not the only one, there must be more of them.

Well, on the very first day I felt really insecure, not able to understand what was going on. Basically, I hoped that this was just some weird, realistic dream, which was going to end soon. And you know what? This story starts with me whacking my meat. This is what I did! I rubbed one off in the same park. It was late afternoon, some families walked nearby when I sat up on a bench and slid down my pants, checking if anyone was reacting. To say the truth I was still not fully sure if this was not some kind of prank.

“Hey everyone! I'm going to jerk off here!” I shouted, knowing that if I was living this would be my very first step to become a registered sexual offender. But as you may expect nothing happened.

Eventually, I lowered my underwear and reached for my boyish shaft. Should I describe it? Well, why not. It's thirteen centimeters long when hard, uncut, the foreskin is a little bit tight, revealing the damp head when erected, wrapped around it when soft. My testicles are the average size I guess? Two eggs covered by sensitive and a bit hairy scrotum, which is hanging down my body, dangling to the sides. I do have some pubic hair, don't blame me – it's too late to trim it now. Besides, I remember getting hair just recently and was really proud of it. I considered myself a good, big boy who knew better, the puberty hit me hard, but my face remained childish.

Back to my masturbation session. Nobody seemed to notice what I did, so I decided to take it to the next level. Naked from the waist down I walked closer to some kids my age, who were playing some card game on the bench next to mine. Both of them were totally occupied by it, ignoring the whole world around. They shouted, squealed, screamed at each other as one of them won. I stood between them, looked as they played, trying to figure out the rules of the game. Of course, I continued to move my hand slowly, up and down my shaft, I was not in a big rush, I kept looking at their cute faces.

Well, I liked boys and realized this rather quickly. This was what my mind and my instincts kept telling me – that I wanted to have sex with a boy, see them in all glory, touch, kiss and suck. Is this fucked up? Maybe. Especially for a ghost. Also, some distant memory appeared out of nowhere – I could swear that I had the crush on my classmate, but couldn't recall his face. Now, after my long absence, every boy seemed really attractive. Think about it, I haven't been masturbating for the last year.

The first boy was a handsome one. Blond hair, blue eyes, his face was full of cute freckles and his voice was still to change. He was a little guy everyone adored, the most popular in his class, maybe school, there was something special about him. Sometimes you are able to tell it simply by looking at someone, this is what I felt. And I only wished to see more of him. Of course, I was stupid and naïve back then, not aware of my powers, not aware that my dreams can come true so easily.

“You are the hot one.” I stated softly, leaning closer to him, trying to stroke boy's blond hair but my hand just vanished inside his body as if he wasn't there.

This was strange. I was able to sit on the bench, touch it and feel its structure. It just didn't work on humans for some reason. Reaching down for the cards they were playing I swept my hand over them. To my surprise, some of them moved, but I blamed the wind, this was nothing unusual, right? Still, I was eager to learn more and used my hand to pick one of the cards, I turned it to the sides, all fascinated by it. Both boys looked shocked, his mouths opened wide, their eyes were full of terror, they ran away screaming. Right, I slid my hand across the face - I should expect this when trying to levitate items out of nowhere. Dang it. Sure enough, for them it looked like some weird magic trick. Coming Halloween season made things only worse. Fuck the Halloween actually – it makes me look all silly.

You know, I also discovered one more thing – this was something you won't see in ghosts movies or books. My fluids materialized once they left my body, can you imagine? I kept masturbating, walking down the alley and didn't bother to stop myself from moaning when orgasm was around the corner. I looked at all the cute faces, the twisted world around me, I kept stroking my maturing penis, brushing it against people's clothes. Then I came.

This was not planned, I swear! The sperm left my burning testicles, spurting toward some small boy, covering his face. I was shocked and started apologizing to him, forgetting that he wasn't able to see me. For a brief second, I thought that I'm in big troubles and started running away, pulling up my pants but then noticed that nobody was chasing after me. Well, on the other hand, the boy's vision was sure obscured by my semen. His parents started freaking out, seeing their kid crying and once they realized what was the reason they called the police. I watched the whole scene with amazement knowing that whole new world opened before me. My heart was beating like crazy, you can't imagine!

“Sorry guys!” I muttered to his parents and walked away, deeper into the park. Sure, they were not able to hear me, but I felt some regret.

This was my first serious experience with another boy who wasn't even aware what happened. A disaster in my opinion - I felt bad shortly after but then recalled one of my greatest dreams I used to think of before going to sleep. The sun was setting, the park was empty now - I also felt the energy leaving me and realized how exhausted I was. This was also interesting, I had no idea how my body worked. So, my first night while being dead was no different from my past life, I wanted to rest.

So, the dream. Do you know it? When living I kept imagining that I could stop time for everyone but me, imagine the possibilities! I wished I could simply do it in the middle of class and walk away to explore. I could break into the people houses, look through their things, steal from shops and do everything I wanted and what's more important get away with it. Perhaps this was what I considered my paradise and this was why I ended up like this?

My mind was racing. I often wondered how many people leave their door opened at day and how many houses could I delve into before becoming bored with it. Of course, I was hoping to catch some people doing dirty things like masturbating, having sex or using a toilet – yeah I was such a nasty boy, and I haven't changed much since then. How amazing would it be for a boy my age to see things up from close? And pulling the pranks on people! Stopping time, stripping down the whole street or making the big mess in someone's house. This was what I called fun - I bet you would not mind stopping time either.

Opening my eyes I gasped loudly at the sudden realization. On this night I become aware that my dream was right here - it just happened and it was no different from what I wished for. Right? I felt familiar excitement and adrenaline rush and quickly looked all around for some houses. There were so many choices, so many possibilities and so little time. As soon as I thought I could fly it happened. My whole body lifted just a few meters above the ground - I must admit I was always scared of heights but here, as I levitated above the nearby tree I felt great bird, full of freedom, ready to explore, ready to go anywhere.

I started laughing and moving my body forward, quickly gaining speed. The whole world vibrated, turned into a blurred mass of lights, some tears started forming in my eyes. After several seconds, as the adrenaline still surged through me I looked at the night live in the city and landed on one of the crowded streets near the familiar park.

A huge apartment house stood there, waiting to be explored. I wasn't sure how to get inside. Would the door open before me as if I was alive? I smiled, thinking that I won't get more dead than now and walked few steps backward. I wanted to run into this door hoping that my ghostly, non-existing body will penetrate them. I closed my eyes and started running. You might expect that I've bounced back or shattered the glass, causing all people to scream in panic. But when I opened my eyes I was inside the building. So simple! I expected that the after-life will be more difficult. Basically speaking I could walk through the walls, invade your privacy in no time. You know how exciting this was? Smirking, I walked toward the door again, watching as they were getting closer and closer. Bang! My face hit the glass, knocking me off.

“What the hell.” I murmured, massaging my poor nose. I could not feel the pain.

Deciding to give it another try I closed my eyes and managed to walk through the door without a problem. Over and over. But once I opened them I wasn't able to repeat the trick. You know, I was slowly learning the new rules, the new laws of physics. And to my surprise this was just a tip of an iceberg, believe me.

“This is funny.”

Well, my exploration started right away. I closed my eyes standing in front of the first apartment and stepped inside feeling all excited knowing that there were 300 of them in this building. Surely, there must be some boys doing boyish things. I wanted to see visit them all, become the monster lurking under the bed, fulfill my fantasies. My mind was racing as I looked around curiously. To my disappointment nobody but a single man lived in here. I watched him for a while, wondering why was he so fucking boring. He was eating a supper and when he turned away to grab some more vegetables I spat into his meat. He didn't notice it and kept reading the newspaper. I loved playing tricks on people, I was a naughty, little boy. Believe me, you would not want to cross with me.

I decided to not to waste any more time knowing that all the cute boys will go to sleep soon. Back then I wasn't aware that I have only three days to explore. I used to think that I will stay here eternally, for the whole year, for millennium, watching them grow, being a secret stalker.

I closed my eyes and walked through the wall into the second flat. A disgust appeared on my face as I spotted some really old grandpa showering. Damn it! Trying to erase this memory from my tormented brain I screamed and ran away blindly into the wall. Surely, I could predict that such things could also happen, that the world was not perfect and every cute boy will become an old saggy man at some point. That is, not me. I will be perfect forever.

“Holy shit.” I muttered and stared in awe.

Here he was! My heart skipped a beat or two, the cutest boy ever was there, before me, getting his homework done. He was like twelve years old, brown hair down his neck, big blue eyes, and the cutest little nose, which kept wrinkling for some reason. I wanted to hug him.

“Hi! What's your name?”

Of course, he couldn't answer my call so I walked closer to him and looked around his room, searching for some clues. I felt like some sort of detective, a seeker of truth, you get the point. I was always interested in other people life, and my new form gifted me with the best opportunities to use. So, the boy was probably an ordinary teenage guy obsessed with football and sports. And yeah, there was also Halloween costume hanging on the door. He hasn't started his puberty yet, his face was still childish. I learned his age thanks to his school ID resting on the top of the desk.

“Oh, Robbie Jefferson.” I smiled and sat down on his bed, waiting for him to finish his boring math task. Surely he would eventually go to the toilet or do something that will reveal more of his body. I was patient.

I will repeat again – there's someone watching you right now, I bet. People live their life not being aware that ghosts like me love to observe them – we tend to think that in a moment of total privacy nobody can disturb us or see us. You know what privacy means? I learned it pretty quickly. When we are left all for ourselves our real face shows. Inner demons emerge from our soul, we do not hide, we do not mask ourselves. We are doing the stuff other people find disgusting or gross, we hurt other, we kill, we masturbate to all kind of weird porn. Well, we are just people and I won't judge you, I actually love how different we are. As for me – well, I wasn't sure If there are other ghosts around because I haven't spotted any. Nobody was watching me and this made my perverted side come to the light. Wouldn't you do the same? I bet you would. This can be frustrating.

Robbie was all silent, focused on his task, but eventually finished it and checked it once again. He seemed like a good student, I never liked to learn, football was my life. Soon, the door to his room opened. Some elderly women walked in, looked at the young boy and said few words. Her voice was quiet, weak. This was scary, I was paralyzed once I felt it, but I knew that she was dying, that she will be dead within few days, maybe weeks. Her voice sent shivers down my spine as if it was the death itself whispering into my ear.

“It's getting late Robbie. I told you to do your homework before going to the football practice.” She stated.

“I know mom.” He answered shortly. Oh, his voice was rather cute. “Just a few minutes more.”

“Have you showered after the school? This room stinks.” She snarled, brushing her nose with fingers and added. “Are those your dirty socks and underwear on the floor?”

Oh, silly me!I haven't noticed it before due to my growing arousal. But the room was full of growing boy's smell. The pheromones, sweat, sperm, you call it. I did not mind to say the truth as I knew it from my own experience. I just recalled that I was no different than Robby – I knew better, I was truly unruly and riotous, I wanted to fight and conquer the world. And I treated my parents like shit. Well, Robby was not as corrupted as me, but he was getting there, I could see it in his eyes.

“Yeeeessss... mooooom.” The boy rolled his eyes.

“Get a shower, now.” She said, grabbing boy's dirty clothes.

“Yeah, get a shower.” I repeated and clapped my hands together, watching as the boy got up and walked beside me.

Reaching into the wardrobe he grabbed the fresh underwear and t-shirt. You want me to be honest? I admit that I wasn't patient and unzipped my pants while following him to the bathroom, feeling my erection growing with every moment. The bathroom happened to be on the end of the hall, just a few meters from his room. I managed to get in before Robbie locked the door behind him. This was the moment of his privacy, this was the moment when he expected to be all alone, with nobody watching him.

“Now, come on Robby!” I almost shouted and stood next to him, placing my hand on his shirt. Unluckily, I wasn't able to lift it. I was desperate. Why did this work with everything but the clothes?

Yeah, he was a teenage, dirty boy. Looking at himself in the mirror Robbie started picking his nose. I tried to look away.

“Well, at least I hope that...” I paused seeing that he slid his finger into his mouth, sucking on it. “Right...” Now it was me rolling my eyes.

Finally, he started undressing fairly quickly. Or should I say he was naked within the five seconds? Firstly he took off his shirt, throwing it on the ground and then slid down his pants and underwear together, here he was, my first trophy, my first maturing boy naked. I felt strange watching him, I felt like an intruder and blushed seeing him flexing his muscles in front of the mirror. He sure had some of them, but I was more interested in his little penis. It was still soft, four, maybe five centimeters long shaft rested on the dangling testicles that were already growing bigger. No sign of hair yet, but in few days, maybe months he would get some. I remember being in his place.

So, while he was looking at his body in the mirror I knelt in front of him, staring at his privates closely, drooling over them. It was amazing, every single detail, every single bump, and vein – everything was there and I was the lucky one to see it. Wasn't this what I was dreaming about? I wished to touch it, squeeze the little testicles, lick the sensitive glans, I would give my after-life for an ability to suck his shaft. Then, when I was still sitting on my legs, adoring his manhood, he grabbed his penis and slid the foreskin down, just before my face.

“Damn you, Robby!” I smirked looking at wet head covered by some dirt and smegma, sensing some sharp smell. Well, he could surely use a shower.

But instead of washing his perfect body he started masturbating. Hell yes! That was one hell of a show! I watched his penis harden when squeezed by his hand, it took him a few moments before he reached a full erection, the sensitive, velvet foreskin was all tensed up, retracting slowly. Funny thing, I was not an expert of masturbation, but it became clear to me that he was new to the thing - instead of doing the up and down thing he rubbed his shaft between two palms, gently stroking the testicles with his fingertips. I wished to teach him how to masturbate properly, I wished to make him scream in pleasure.

I stood before him watching his face and feeling his body. If I was alive our penises would be touching, rubbing against each other, fighting, leaking more and more of our boyish juices. Robby's face was just perfect, his eyes were clenched, his lips parted, he let out a quiet moan.

I knew he was close and so was I. His cheeks reddened, a grimace appeared on his face, he bit his lip. And then, as the orgasm approached him he did something I wasn't able to predict. He got down on his knees and opened his mouth wide, trying to hide a loud groan that escaped his throat. The moan that was interrupted when the hot sperm spurted from my penis and appeared just before his lips, landing directly in between them. Another one went directly inside his throat. Holy shit! I was not sure how to react.

And it was even worse for him! He opened his eyes which were full of fear and shocked and started coughing, spitting my warm, sticky load onto the floor. For him this was quite an unusual situation, the one he could not explain – he reached the climax, feeling this amazing sensation he discovered recently, but at the same time, he felt some not pleasant taste in his mouth out of nowhere. For a brief second, he thought that all the stories saying that masturbation was harmful were true, that he will go blind soon. He knew what sperm was, but never tasted it, he could not compare it with his own as his orgasm was dry. So, you may say that I raped him, but this was not true. I mean, I wasn't forcing him to masturbate or kneel before me, right?

A single drop of sperm dripped from my penis onto the floor. Robbie breathed deeply, trying to understand what just happened. I looked at his confused eyes as he started investigating the case further. The poor boy knew nothing, swallowing some of my fresh cum. He shrugged and walked into the shower.

While I wanted to watch him cleaning his body I managed to get another prank idea. The really nasty one, like in a good, old times! Making sure that he was turned away from the door I quickly grabbed all of the towels, his clean and dirty clothes, and opened the door quietly taking them down the hall. Can't recall where exactly they were hidden, but his face, once he walked out of the shower, was priceless. Can you imagine the confusion? Can you imagine the horror in his eyes as soon as he realized that some strange things were happening around?

“So, what now Robby? Damn, you have a cute ass.” I asked, smiling and watched the poor boy struggling and double checking if his clothes aren't somewhere on the floor.

Things were going great. Robby tried to reach for the towel and said a very, very bad word when he noticed that there weren't any. His naked, wet body glistened with water as he looked into the mirror once more, with the same look of confusion on his face. He clenched his teeth, feeling the cold breeze all over him, for him this was the coldest October night ever, the night he would never forget. Slowly opening the door, he looked through a small gap checking if anyone was in the hall. My plan worked perfectly.

Making small steps, making sure that he makes no noise he walked past his parents' bedroom and grabbed the handle to his room. I did the same – he pushed and I pulled. Fighting him wasn't easy, but oddly satisfying - a sudden look of panic on his face made me feel really sorry for him. He grunted twisting his arm to all sides but the door remained closed. He rushed back to the bathroom, but I was first in there. Walking through the door I used the bolt to block them from inside. He was left naked in the hallway with nowhere to go. Then his parents walked out of their room and looked at him awkwardly as he started slamming his fists against the bathroom's door.

“Robbie, what the hell are you doing?” His father asked, trying to find some explanation.

The boy has turned away from them, all embarrassed, not able to cover both his butt and penis at once. Then he started sobbing. Ok, I admit, some guilt and regret appeared inside me as I silently opened the bathroom door. His parents didn't say a word more, just shook their heads. Little Robby got back to his room, started dressing up and then rested on his bed, trying to sleep. You know, he left the light turned on in the bathroom. I took the pleasure to switch it off and rested on the bed next to him, listening to his deep breath.

I was much more careful and nice to him in the two coming days thinking I will be able to watch this wonderful boy grow up. Isn't this everybody's dream? Having a cute boy next to you, seeing him change, seeing everything he does every minute of his life? I spent all the day with him – watched him wake up in the morning and masturbating, I made sure to join him, leaving another wet stain on his bed. Forgetting about the fact that I'm the ghost I followed his daily routine as if I was part of his family. Sure, I played some innocent tricks on him and random people, but damn, this was Halloween night! Trick or treat! I felt really happy knowing that we two have a lot of time. He was mine, my little Robby, the sweet thing. I ignored all other boys, never visited rest of the 297 apartments in this building.

And then on the third night another long, black dream happened. I woke up one year later in the same park as before. I was furious. You can't imagine.