Date: Wed, 6 Feb 2013 08:39:49 -0500 From: Sean Williams Subject: The Nicholson Chapter 14 The Nicholson Boy Chapter 14 But we didn't go to the Sheriff's Office. No, sir. Not at all. Last thing I remember that night was fallin' asleep on red satin bedsheets. Yep, I was back at Scott's house. I remember walkin' up that long staircase and then down that long corridor. I lead the way (I knew it by now) and when I turned round there was Scott right behind me, lookin' at me real devilish. He had this look in his eyes that said: "One day, I'm gonna get me some of that ass." And, Hell, maybe one day he would. We reached Scott's room. I took off my clothes and threw them in a corner of the room. Scott just stood, leanin' against the wall real calm like, and watched me as I got totally naked and then jumped in the bed. I don't know, maybe I was just real tired. Last thing I remember was feelin' real guilty, like I had betrayed Frank. There he was, sittin' in a cold cell in the Sheriff's Office like a common criminal, and here I was, layin' in some strange guy's bed debatin' whether I was gonna let him fuck me or not. I don't think I slept for that long. I woke up in the middle of the night, real hungry. When I sat up, I could see Scott layin' beside me in the bed. He was layin' on his side with his arms in front of him and, damn, did he have the meatiest most suckable pecs I had ever seen. And they were covered with this reddish-blond hair, too. I think if Scott had woken up at that precise moment I would have had a hard time turnin' him down if he wanted to fuck. But Scott didn't wake up, so I got up out of bed and headed toward the door. I was in just my boxers but I wasn't cold at all. Actually, the house was a little hot, but not too hot. It felt like the perfect temperature for walkin' around in your shorts. Even the floor felt warm like it was heated or somethin'. I walked back down that long corridor again, but the other way this time, and then I made it to the head of the stairs. I began placin' one foot in front of the other and walkin' down the stairs, but it was a scary thing. The staircase seemed so long that I felt like I was not walkin' down to the first floor, but into some kinda black hole because I couldn't see the floor. Alls I could see was dark. But finally I did reach the floor. I knew I was hungry and somehow I knew just where the kitchen would be. This house was basically a mansion and the kitchen wasn't in a prominent area, like it is in most houses, but sorta hidden. I knew I had to walk through the master's study to get to the kitchen. And so I walked toward the study, which was off the main hall. Walkin' down the Hall I noticed more incredible paintings, most of them of Man fighting all sorts of beasts, or saints battlin' demons, or stories from ancient times. When I reached the study, I pushed open the door and walked in. All along the wall of the study were hung deer heads and rifles. It was a huntin' man's study. There musta been forty or fifty deer heads hung in rows on all four corners of that room, and all with black glassy eyes as if the deer were still alive. On the far side of the room was the door which lead into the kitchen. As I walked toward this door, the room seemed to stretch out and get longer. As I passed each row of deer heads, the deers (horns and all) turned to follow me as I walked along. They opened their mouths. They said: "Run away! Run away!" All in the same voice. I kept walkin' as, one by one, all of these deer heads spoke and told me to run away. I didn't run away though and eventually I made it into the kitchen. The kitchen was this large room with a high ceiling and a fireplace in the middle. There was a fridge along one wall, and if you're hungry it would seem that the natural first place would be to go to the refridgerator, but I felt the urge to walk toward the fireplace instead. In front of the fireplace was a chair which faced the fireplace and I just knew that someone would be sittin' in that chair. As I approached the fireplace, the person in the chair stood up. "Whoo Hee! It is god damn amazin' meetin' you here, Tucker!" said a familiar voice. The man was wearin' a coachin' uniform with a whistle around his neck. His blond hair was perfectly combed and his massive body seemed to bulge out of his Coach's jacket and track pants. It was Coach Gunn. "Hey, Coach," I said. "I really wasn't expectin' to see you here." "Yeah, I can tell by the look on your face. Ha ha!" "Uh... and I'm sorry about what happened to you. Uh... I mean..." Coach took a few steps toward me and clapped me on the shoulder. Then he let one of his hands rest on my back and he just sorta rubbed it. "Yeah, don't worry about it, buddy. Actually, I didn't die in the way everybody thinks. It'll all become clear in a couple a days. Don't you worry." "What do you mean?" "I didn't die because I got stabbed with a fireplace poker. I mean, that did happen, but actually I died from what the doctors are callin' a Steroid-Induced Heart Attack. Damn, I knew I shoulda takin' it easy with the juice. I figured eventually my liver would give out, but my heart?" Coach Gunn shook his head in disbelief and then he used his free hand to scratch his crotch. "I'm sorry about that, Coach," I said. "I guess, um, dyin' from steroids is better than gettin' stabbed with a poker?" "Yeah, I guess," said the Coach. "But gettin' stabbed in the chest with a poker hurts like a son-of-a-bitch!" I nodded my head, but I couldn't really relate to that. "And let me tell you, Heaven is fuckin' awesome!" "Oh, you're in Heaven now?" "Oh yeah, naturally, and let me tell you, there is so much ass up here it is ridiculous! I mean, just like ass everywhere!" "That sounds nice," I said. "It is!" shouted the Coach. "And not just any ass, like, really shapely bubble ass. We're talkin' white ass, black ass, you name it. Ass, ass, ass! I thought you had a nice ass, and you do, Tucker, but you're like a C+ ass compared to some of the ass I've seen up here. I mean, I can't even begin to describe it." It got kinda quiet after that after both of us tried to figure out what we should say next. Coach was obviously excited about all the ass in Heaven, but what did he want me to say? Um...congratulations? I felt Coach's hand fall down lower and lower on my back until it was right on the rim of my boxers. He kinda rubbed the lower part of my back with a few fingers and it felt goog. I felt a shock of electricity coarse down my back and I started to get hard. Coach Gunn musta got hard, too, because he said: "I mean, you do have an incredible ass. Honestly, the best part is this curve you got goin' on from your back curvin' down to your ass, its like you got this slim waist and all of the sudden 'BOOM!' Ass! That's what I'm talkin' about! I could just pick you up and throw you over this chair and fuck you to smithereens. Just smack that ass a few times, back your hole up against my dick, and just fuck you till you pass out. Damn, maybe I should just go back to heaven." I laughed. "Yeah, it sounds like you got plenty of ass to fuck to smithereens up there." "Yep, I do. Alright, Tucker. See ya later!" Coach Gunn waved good bye to me and then the room began to grow dark. The light in the fireplace grew dim and eventually the kitchen was totally dark. That's when I woke up. For real this time. I couldn't tell what time it was, but I sat up and got outta bed. I stood beside the bed and when I looked back at the bed I could see that Scott wasn't there. This big, massive guy that shoulda been layin' beside me in bed, reall comfortable, just wasn't there. I can admit I was a little disappointed. I heard the sound of water running, like the sound of a shower runnin' in a bathroom. I knew the bathroom opened up offa the bedroom so I walked that way. I pushed open the bathroom door and all this steam from inside the bathroom hit me in the face. I could see a form moving in the shower, kind of a big strong form soapin' himself up through the glass doors of the shower. I walked closer and closer and when I got right in front of these glass doors I could see that it was definitely Scott on the others side. His hands soaped up his massive cock and balls and between his meaty ass. He soaped the area between his pecs. He soaped up his blood-red hair. I don't think he saw me. I pulled down my boxers and let them fall on the floor. I stepped outta them and then I slid open one of the doors of the shower. I stepped in. Scott didn't say anything or even turn to look at me but just kept bathin' himself. I got behind him in the shower and pulled the shower doors closed. He reached back and handed me the bar of soap. I built up a lather with the soap in my hand and I used my hands to soap up Scott's back. The I reached around and soaped up Scott's chest. Damn, his pecs felt meaty and rock-hard at the same time. Scott just oozed this raw masculine power. The short hair on his chest was wet and clung to his chest in these reddish curls. While I soaped up Scott's chest, Scott reached around and began to lather up his ass. I watched as Scott took a finger and began to finger his big muscular ass. I instantly got hard. Scott fingered his ass for a couple minutes, he even raised a leg and put it up on the rim of the shower to open his ass up a bit. I was startin' to get really turned on. That's when Scott turned around and I saw his giant dick. I instantly dropped to my knees. I opened my mouth wide and took in Scott's massive dick. It was so huge that I felt like the cock head alone occupied my whole mouth. Scott rested a hand on my shoulder and rubbed it while I sucked his dick. I looked up and watched as Scott tossed his head back and moaned. "Mmmmmm," he said. "That feels good, Tucker. Suck my dick." Scott's dick was so big that I could only get like half of it into my mouth. He had these big veins runnin' down the side of his dick and I watched these as I downed that huge fucker. It wasn't long before I could detect the salty taste of Scott's cum in my mouth. He was leakin' precum already and so I knew he was really gettin' into it. "Stand up," he said. I stood up and Scott's grabbed onto my waist and spun me around so that my back and my ass were to hium. Scott's foot-long, bottle-thick dick rested against my ass. I felt Scott slap his dick against my ass a few times. I reached back with my two hands and opened my muscle ass up for Scott. Scott didn't hesitate. He positioned the head of his cock at my hole and before I could say 'Doctor Octopus has nine dicks!' I felt Scott push his massive dick into me. "Oh fuck," I said. "Ah! Ahhhhh." That shit hurt but it felt so good at the same time. Slowly, slowly Scott pushed his dick deeper and deeper into me. We were both still standin' up but I was positioned with my back kinda arched and my ass stickin' out. Scott still had his hands on my waist and began to pull me back down against him. He was fuckin' me. It was slow at first and then he began to build up momentum. At the same time, Scott began to plunge deeper and deeper into me until I could feel his balls slappin' against my ass. Scott was takin' charge and I reached down and began jerkin' my dick like crazy. "Ahhhhh!" I said. "Ah fuck! Fuck me, man. Fuck me!" Scott fucked me harder and harder and next thing I knew I was cummin'. The cum shot outta my dick and hit the wall of the shower. "Nice," said SCott. "Very nice," and then I felt as he began to build up speed again. "Ah!" I heard him say. ""Oh yeah, I'm gonna cum, too." Scott reached around with one arm and wrapped it around my chest and back, pullin' me down hard against him as he fucked up into me. He began to cum. He didn't pull out but cam right in my ass. I could feel that hot juice on my inside, fillin' me up like a cheap whore. I felt so fuckin; dirty, but damn did it feel good. Scott unleashed so much hot cum into me, while he kept fuckin' me hard, that I could feel the streams of cum fallin' outta my ass and runnin' down the side of my leg. "Damn," I said, as the hot water of the shower still streamed down my body. "Damn," said Scott. We were still in the shower and Scott held me firmly back against his body. He rubbed his big hand up and down my chest and abs. Damn, it felt real good. I might be able to go another round real soon if we kept this up. Scott had already came in my ass, but his bottle-thick dick was still rock hard as he slapped it down against my ass and my back. It made a loud slappin' sound and I'm pretty damn sure that I could feel the last drops of cum from his dick stickin' against my ass until the water washed it away. "You know it all by now," he said. His voice was kinda low at first. "I'm sure you must have figured it out." The shower was still on and hot droplets of water struck against my head, my chest, and my neck. The water dripped down the cleft in my chest and my abs and down to my crotch and my ass. I let some of the water fall into my mouth and I spit it out. "Figured what out, man?" I said. "You know who I am. You know my secret." I shook my head. "All I know is that dick of yours has to be the biggest one I ever seen on a grown man and it's gonna be at least another month before I let you stick that fucker in me again." Scott laughed. "Who are you, man?" I asked. "I have had many names throughout history," he said. "I was called the fallen angel, the one that was cast out of Heaven. I have been called Lucifer, Beelzebub, and Shaitan. I am the one that shall end the world when the time has come for the world to end. I shall release the beasts and the winds and all of the terrible things revealed in the Book of Revelation. I was there at the beginning of time and I shall be there at the end. I have toyed with Man throughout the ages, in spans of time that you cannot possibly fathom, and I have never grown bored. I never shall." "I don't understand," I said. "I am the Devil," said Scott, and suddenly the strong, muscular man behind me felt larger, like a dark shadow on my back. And yet it was a shadow that I did not wanna run away from. "I am the Devil and the form which stands behind you, in this shower, in this house, and on this mortal plane, is just an incarnation within which I cannot be contained. This body is dead. It was this body, the body of Scott Danzig, which caused Frank Nicholson to crash his red Camaro into the stands of the baseball stadium back in 1969. Frank knows me: he knows this face, this body. He knows this name: Scott Danzig. I have chosen to inhabit this body and to take this name, in this arbitrary year, so that I can meet you, Tucker Allston." I turned the knobs of the shower up. The hot water felt great on my body. We stood there like that, not sayin' nothin', for a couple minutes, maybe more, and then suddenly I turned around. I chuckled. "I don't believe it," I said. "I don't believe any of it." Scott didn't look at me. He seemed to be lookin' passed me. "You say you don't believe it," Scott said, "but I know that you do. You cannot hide your true sentiments from me." Suddenly I became angry. I felt like he was readin' my mind or somethin'. "What is it what you want, Man? "What is it I want... with what?" "With me? With Frank?" The Devil sighed. "It isn't arbitrary at all, really," he said. "Frank died in 1969, but it wasn't his time to die. Don't ask me what any of that really means because that's not my area of specialty. If it were up to me, Man would die when I chose, but it seems that... someone else... ordained that it was too soon for Frank to die. And so, every year, in the weeks before Halloween, Frank and his red Camaro suddenly appear in this little shithole of a college of yours so that Frank can look for and possibly find the one that he must meet before he can finally be at peace. "Frank has done this for thirty years - appeared and suddenly disappeared on Halloween night - as he has never met anyone that can put his soul to rest: someone who loves him just as greatly as he loves this person. Thus every year Frank returns to this campus only to vanish again and wait impatiently for the next year when he might try one more time, try to find someone who loves him." A single tear fell from my eye and I hoped that the Devil thought that it was just water from my wet hair fallin' down my face. But he knew. He had to know. "This year everything changed," said the Devil. "Frank met you. Everything has changed. It's funny. He had to wait thirty years to meet you and he won't let you go, even if he has to go toe-to-toe with the Devil." "With you, you mean." "Yes, Tucker," said Scott. "With me. But I have danced this game with Man for so long that the names of my greatest adversaries cannot even be spoken in the languages which humans speak now. They are names lost to history, names which would just be symbols to you. I have tussled with Man when areas which now are verdant plain were covered with ice, in places that were once covered with ocean are now sand and ashes." "Why are you speakin' in riddles?" I said. I guess I was gettin' frustrated. "I have been content to watch Frank these thirty years because I knew that he must always fail," Scott continued. "I knew, I was sure, that Frank would never meet his match in this age of gadgets, squalor, and very, very stupid people. This is not a good age for love, at least not for someone as sensitive as Frank. But I was wrong, Tucker. Frank met you. I was very wrong." Wow, the Devil admittin' he was wrong? That had to be a first. "Are you sayin' that... um... that I'm smart?" The Devil laughed. "Not necessarily," he said. "I just wasn't expecting Frank to meet anyone like you. Perhaps it has to do with your native state of Kentucky. Quite an interesting tribe of people you are that come from that state. I can say with honesty that the last time I set foot in that state was in 1862, and I wasn't very impressed." "What are you drivin' at, man?" "Well, Tucker, I was content merely to watch Frank, from Hell, sitting upon my throne, all these years, but once he met you I was not content to watch anymore. I did at first, but then I had to see you with my own eyes. I had to meet you in order to discover what it was about you which was different. And so I chose this form, a form familiar to Frank, the same form which enticed Frank to his demise, and I encountered you that first time at the Sigma Alpha Theta party. I felt something instantly and it is a feeling which has grown stronger and stronger. Now that I have met you, Tucker, I am not content to watch anymore. I cannot allow Frank to have you, nor can I give you over to Brian Matheson, or any of these other air breathers. I have been forced not only to remain in this form longer than I anticipated, but I have also been forced to come to a decision." "I don't understand. What decision?" "I cannot allow Frank to have you," said the Devil. "His soul shall never be at rest because I shall keep him from you. You see, I have come to this decision: I want you for MYSELF." [TO BE CONTINUED.]