Date: Mon, 15 Jul 2013 08:03:48 -0700 (PDT) From: derek james Subject: The Adventures of Rex I: Rex and the Mad Medium (Part Two) WARNING: The following is for adults only(18+). It contains depictions of sexual acts between men. If this offends you or is inappropriate for you to read, go no further. If not, enjoy!!! Remember that Nifty needs our help: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html "THE ADVENTURES OF REX" stories are a celebration of one man's journey into middle age with a raging hard-on, a passionate nature and his handsome head held high! *****LOOK!!!! Other 2012 and 2013 "Adventures of Rex" can Be Found In: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/encounters/adventures-of-rex/ AND http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/beginnings/adventures-of-rex/ AND http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/encounters/adventures-of-rex/ The Adventures of Rex I: - Rex and the Mad Medium (Part Two) The compact vintage faded red Volkswagen bug of Hilda's sat at the base of the steps in front of Rex's terraced home. Rex nimbly tip-toed down the steps and gave a jaunty wave toward the front living room windows where his 23 year-old nephew Collin stood gazing down with a stern expression. Hilda stood by the open door of the car, hungrily watching the slender, mature and perfectly dashing Rex as he moved toward her and pointed to the rear seat. She clutched a large coloured bag in her arms that looked to Rex as if full of all sorts of mystical mumbo jumbo. Seated at the wheel was Silas, who eyed Rex as he worked his smartly suited six-foot body into the car's small rear seat. The look of lustful intent on Silas' face did not pass Collin's eagle eyes from where he stood and this made his blood run cold. "Rex, you did not have to come tonight in your fine suit! The ghosts have no sense of fine apparel!" Hilda giggled as she plopped her bag into the front seat next to Silas as she jammed herself in very close to Rex's side in the rear. Her large MILF body squeezed in tight behind the front seat and she moved her chubby legs over so aggressively that it nearly squeezed the reddish-grey haired stud against the other side of the car. The door slammed shut and Silas drove off into the fading sun. Collin looked on and then gloomily shut the curtain. He hated both Hilda and her gay demon-like apprentice. He could sense that they were up to no good...and their involvement with their uncle would only bring trouble and worse, sexual entanglements that did not involve him. Collin felt left out and very alone. He quietly stepped up the stairs and moved into his uncle's dimly lit room. The sun was setting and the curtains were still open allowing a rosy glow to shower the walls and bed in warm light. Collin looked about...this large charming bedroom, his uncle's sexual arena...it always made him horny. Collin gently pulled off his brown lace-up shoes, his tired socked feet sunk delightfully into the soft carpet on the floor. His thin tan socks, moist with a day's sweat from his work at Rolf's shop, felt cool and soothed by the lush carpet fibre. Uncle Rex had only the best in all things...and Collin was getting used to living this way and with this man, a man he worshipped! Collin undid the belt of his slacks and let them drop down; kicking them over his feet and into a heap. His tight black underwear joined the slacks as well as his dress shirt. He found himself falling onto his uncle's large soft bed and rolling back and forth in just his aromatic socks...his small cut cock growing harder with each roll. He loved to be on his uncle's bed....he felt so close to him there...sexually! The thrill was super heated when he realized that his actions on the bed were being recorded by his own secret hidden camera just over in his uncle's bookshelf...so discreet and invisible. Collin giggled playfully to himself as he relished watching his "sex show" that his lap top was saving onto the hard-drive this very minute...Mmmmmm....he felt very naughty! The smells in his uncle's bedroom were intoxicating to Collin. The very fact his uncle had daily orgasms alone or with others here in this very bed made it a scared place to lay and masturbate...Collin relished this experience fully and as often as he could without being caught by his uncle, who probably would have been flattered but Collin did not want to risk it. His uncle was too precious to him and the way he treated Collin was so loving and caring that he dare not do anything wrong for fear of losing it all. Collin moved gently off the bed and padded over to the wicker clothes basket in the corner, his small hard cock waving back and forth with each step. Collin never liked his cock...it was cut and short. But it was all he had and he made the most of it...he envied Uncle Rex's long, uncut manhood and eagerly began riffling through the dirty wash until he found a treasure. A pair of his uncle's ripe navy blue briefs that he had worn just the day before. He nuzzled the place where his uncle's perfect uncut cock had nestled all day at the office...he could smell his man-scent and just about make out a small pee stain...just a drip....but oh, the smell sent Collin into a blaze of cock strokes that nearly made him spew cum all over the carpet. But he held back...eased off...just inhaled the strong, manly smells and fondled the undies with delight and reverence. Dropping to his knees, he rummaged further and located a long pair of dark blue sheer ribbed dress socks...he had seen his uncle prancing around the kitchen after work last night in these! The mostly sheer sleek material with tiny ribs running the length ended at each toes with a solid black toe cap. The two-toned over-the-calf tight fitting socks had looked amazing on his uncle's size eleven feet and the fact he had been clad only his unbuttoned dress shirt and undies; this really showed the socks off to maximum advantage! Collin grabbed the silky nylon blended socks and pushed them over his nose. The leathery musky scent of his uncle's day at work still clung to the material. The arch smelled sweeter while the toe area smelled slightly more acidic...only just! He moved back to the foot of the bed and within the view of his secret camera lens. The entire scent bouquet was pure Uncle Rex and made Collin's heart race and his cock explode! The gush of cum shot out and made a pool all over the carpet. Collin could not stop it nor did he try. His uncle's scent had this effect on him...a handless orgasm was never a problem once Collin had his uncle's moist socks under his nose. Collin mopped up the jizz pool with a damp wash cloth and moved his own socked foot over the spot in an attempt to dry it...it was hardly noticeable now...he smiled heartily up toward the camera in a parting shot. ***************************** The car sped along into the fading sun. The city traffic was still heavy as rush hour was not really over. Hilda jostled and jiggled next to Rex. Her large breasts were braless and bounced like two loaves of fully risen but completely unbaked bread dough beneath her kimono-style flowing dress. "Oh, Rex....you are my hero tonight for coming to my rescue. Thank you. Silas and I can do what needs doing at this house of spiritual unrest now, thanks to you!" Hilda sighed heavily as her plump hand gently rubbed Rex's inner thigh muscle through his suit trousers; her long painted finger nails just digging in a bit with each stroke. Rex smiled over at Hilda who looked directly into his playful green eyes with intent. He noted her warm, strong hand as it massaged his leg...he tensed his thigh muscle just enough to make Hilda giggle aloud. "You do have strong thighs, Rex! I have seen you cycling around on weekends and my, oh my...it sure has worked wonders on your muscles!" Hilda praised as she patted his knee fondly. Rex laughed heartily. "Oh, Hilda. A man of 50 needs to keep fit. I do my best!" "You do exceedingly well....outstanding I should say! Right, Silas...tell Rex how fine he looks!" Hilda chided as she put her hand onto Rex's firm shoulder as the car bumped along. "Oh, Mistress...Rex...I mean Mr. Davenport looks very appealing...in so many ways!" Silas oozed in his rather greasy fawning manner. "Silas, you must call me Rex and please...no more about my body...thanks but you will make me blush!" Rex admonished with a regal tone and all the while he remained amused at the odd young man's use of "Mistress" in regards to Hilda. Hilda laughed in her throaty way and rubbed Rex's shoulder and let her hand glide down onto his chest, her fingers lingering on the edge of the suit jacket and the smooth dress shirt below. Rex felt her hand moving subtly around his chest just near his right nipple...his dress shirt shielding him from full on contact with her wilful fingertips. "Here, loosen your tie....just a bit...no need to be so formal!" Hilda instructed as she pulled the knot lose from his silk tie and eased it gently away from his neck. Rex took over and slid the tie fully off and pushed it down into his suit coat pocket; nimbly he undid the top shirt button and his collar opened pleasantly to reveal his manly throat and the very top of his ginger furred chest. "There, you look more relaxed already. I can't have you still all dressed for work. We are working tonight....not you, Rex! You are just my guardian angel...my knight in shining armour!" Hilda enthused as she resumed her gentle leg massaging along Rex's warm inner-thigh. Silas listened intently and felt deep down that his mistress was pouring it on a bit thick as she lavished praise upon Rex. Rex was truly deserving but one had to be careful not to be too obvious...Silas made a mental note to gently remind Hilda to be just a bit more subtle in her approach. The drive carried on and Rex felt slightly uncomfortable with his proximity to Hilda, she seemed to be all over him! Her hand kept rubbing his thigh...and if the car jolted unexpectedly, the hand brushed up and nearly collided with his trouser clad ball sack. It was just a little too intimate...and too forward. Rex knew he must keep Hilda at bay...she was just a crackpot neighbour in need, nothing more....nothing! Rex kept his cool and kept moving as far over as possible....just enough to keep Hilda from sitting on his lap! The drive finally came to an end....in front of one large detached three-floor house that looked like it had seen much better days about 30 years previous. The garden was a tangle of weeds and the windows were all dark and many had the tattered curtains inside closed fully. The house looked as unwelcoming as possible and Rex had a cold chill pass over him as he looked up at the menacing structure before him. Hilda mounted the steps and fumbled with an old key, soon the little group moved within and stood in a large dark foyer that was strewn with debris. Silas shut the old front door and turned the bolt. "Must not be disturbed during our very important work here!" Silas droned as he carried Hilda's bag of supplies into the dreary sitting room. The light was nearly gone and Hilda set up four large brass candle sticks, each with one single black candle rising from it. She lit each and placed the candles around the tatty room on the few bits of discarded furniture left from the previous tenants. The candles flickered in a rather eerie way and Rex soon found himself feeling rather uncomfortable with the whole spooky set up. Hilda, in her large flowing dress, bustled around the large sitting room and secured the shabby curtains and made sure no passersby would see any of her special activities. "We must not have any disturbances of any nature. Rex, things may happen here that are out of our control. Silas and I are only vessels for whatever ghosts lurk her and one or both us may go deep into a trance-like state. Don't be frightened! Just stay calm and offer any assistance you are asked for....by the spirit world, of course!" Hilda said with a broad grin that was accented by her ruby red lip stick. Rex nodded hesitantly and could feel his feet begin to sweat profusely inside his leather black slip-on loafers that he had worn all day. He would love to have walked around in just his black thin TNT style socks but the floor was a mess of broken bits of glass and layers upon layers of dust. Rex stretched his tired arms and flexed them, tossing aside his suit jacket onto the worn-out looking red velvet settee in the centre of the large space. The candle flames danced about and Rex looked over at Silas who stood by the archway that led out to the once grand dining room, his cat-like face looked almost evil as his teeth seemed more like fangs in the strange light. Silas moved off into the shadows as Hilda swept forward and held onto Rex's silken shirt covered arm. "Oh, Rex....I fear tonight may be dangerous. The report of this spirit disturbs me greatly. The former tenants were certain that whoever or whatever was here haunting...had a deviant sexual nature. Powerful erotic charges could be felt around this presence and bizarre sexual acts could be induced by any or all humans in this house during a spiritual event!" Hilda said in breathy tone that sounded to Rex more like a porn star than psychic medium. Silas suddenly moved through the room, flitting and floating around wearing all black...neck to toes...he wore what looked like an ultra-thin full body suit of tight fabric and he danced and whirled about as if he were a ballet star. Obviously, Rex mused to himself, Silas had shed his outer clothing out in the back rooms of the house and entered the sitting room now fully dolled-up for the spirit world. Silas' fit and super thin body had appealing contours and Rex noted his large full bubble-butt and very swollen crotch area. Rex tried to stifle a laugh as Silas pranced and leapt as if in Swan Lake. Hilda, still holding Rex's arm, moaned loudly. "Spirit of the house....speak to us....speak to us!" Rex moved away and freed himself from Hilda's vice-like grip. This was too much; he really should have listened to his caring nephew Collin earlier! Hilda moved to join Silas; the two figures bobbed and swirled around. For a very large lady, Hilda kept pace with nimble Silas and her large MILF form dominated the room as her dress billowed and flounced in the dim candlelit space. Rex felt very strange and moved into the foyer area and pulled his mobile phone from inside his trouser pocket. He quickly pushed in the number for Collin's phone. He should leave Hilda and Silas here to do "whatever" and take the Underground back home...now! Just as Rex placed the phone to his ear, Hilda burst at him like a ferocious tigress; pouncing upon her prey. "No, Rex! I must not allow any interference from the outside world....none!" And with her chubby fingers, she quickly snatched the phone from his grasp. "Hilda, I want to go. Collin was right. I really am too tired to be here now....please give back my phone!" Rex, his handsome face reddening, as he addressed a very sullen Hilda. Collin, who had picked up his ringing mobile phone...just made out the last few words his uncle spoke. He listened intently. Hilda, unaware the phone had connected, waved it around in mid-air. "Rex, I trusted you...you can't go! I need you....here. Collin does not know anything....the foolish young man is just coddling you. I need you! You must support my work here tonight....my life could be in danger, or poor Silas'. Stay....please!" Hilda looked wild and her dyed black hair began to come away from her tight bun atop her round head. Rex, feeling very confused, moved back into the sitting room with Silas who stood like a sombre statue. "OK....I'll stay. Now give me back my phone and I'll pocket it!" "No....I'll look after it, Rex!" Hilda snapped with authority and glanced down at the phone and saw it was engaged. Quickly, without Rex seeing, she switched it off and hid it deep inside her bag. Rex, standing in the flickering gloom, looked about him...wondering what Hilda had done with his phone. His tall body stood erect, strong...handsomely aloof and both his "hosts" looked at him with secret hunger! Collin, having heard Hilda's bossy demands and his uncle's final words as the phone went dead...flew into a rage and cried....his tears were hot on his cheeks...fuelled by intense anger. Hilda and Silas would pay...he sobbed to himself while clutching his uncle's aromatic day-old socks that he was just about to replace in the laundry basket. Silas moved on his black ballet style slippers like a wisp of dark smoke, darting past Rex and flitting by and shooting up the rickety staircase into the gloom above. Rex watched and turned to face Hilda who stood large like a sentry and blocked the way into the foyer as if to remind Rex he agreed to stay. "Is Silas going to be OK alone upstairs? Should I follow him? I mean you say you want my protection...I better see if he needs help!" Rex said firmly and moved to follow Silas up the dark stairs but Hilda stretched out her arm. "No, Rex....wait. I feel that Silas may be about to go into a trance and give voice and action to the strange spirit that haunts this place. Give him time and space! Do all he asks...his life may be at risk!" Hilda warned through her ruby painted lips as if she knew this territory very well. Rex pulled away and stood by the old velvet settee and waited. A low wailing sound filled the air and soon Silas stood at the top of the stairs...his face stony and his dark eyes fixed like daggers. His voice sounded raspy and almost demonic. "I am here! The master of the house. Silas is my vessel and I want...flesh! Give me flesh or pay the price. Hilda or Silas will be lost....forever! Do all I say!" Rex stood amused and rather horrified by all this silly spirit stuff but dared not offend Hilda any more tonight. He waited and watched for signs from Hilda. Hilda moved forward and spoke to the possessed Silas as he stood like a monster at the top of the stairs. "Join us....oh, spirit! We will do all you say to appease you and bring you peace. Our flesh is yours....use us both....Rex or me....or both us together!" Rex took this statement to heart and felt very uneasy but he said nothing. Hilda moved to the settee and sat on the dusty cushion and pulled Rex down beside her. Rex, feeling her strong fingers holding tight to his arm, sat still....wondering if it was too late to run. Silas stalked down the stairs and stood in the archway to the sitting room, raised his long arms and spoke to the ceiling. The candles flickered and his face looked very intense. "You both must do ALL I say...the failure to follow my words will be disaster for poor Silas...he will be lost....prepare to serve me!" Rex felt a tightness in his throat and twitch in his loins....he mused privately....maybe this would be fun...just maybe! More to cum!!!