Date: Tue, 23 Apr 2013 19:16:20 -0500 From: Jim Vance Subject: The Lovers and the Ghost - 5 The Lovers and the Ghost By Jim Vance Copyright 2012 by Jim Vance jimvance2@hotmail.com http://jimvance.weebly.com Please donate to Nifty to continue reading stories like this http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html You can see a list of my stories under my name at http://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#jimvance Five Frank opened his eyes. A sheet was over him, including his face. He pulled it away. He was in the hospital. He looked around. It looked like an emergency room. A woman was sitting in a chair with her eyes closed. Frank wondered if it was Matthew's mother. He was sorry for her. Matthew was gone. "Hello?" he said. His voice was different. It sounded strange to him, but he figured everything would seem that way. He wondered if he would like the same foods. He had different taste buds. Maybe they would make things taste different. The woman looked up at him and screamed. "Doctor!" A man came running up. "I can't believe it!" he said. "He's alive!" the woman said. Frank sat up. "How do you feel?" the doctor asked him. He almost said, "Fine," but decided that wasn't appropriate. "Tired." "You should! You are an idiot! She wasn't worth getting drunk over, much less killing yourself," the woman said. "I hate to say this, but I don't remember-" "What don't you remember?" the doctor asked. "I'm Matthew?" "Yes." "That's all. I can't-" "You may have some memory loss. That is common after overdoses," the doctor said. "Are you my mother?" "Very funny," the woman said. Frank had no idea what to say or do. He was impatient to get to Tad. He didn't know where he was. Judging from their accents, it was the US or Canada, but where? "Do you remember Susan?" she asked. "No. Nothing. Just Matthew." "I'm sorry. You look familiar, but I don't remember. I can't-think." He hoped he was making this convincing. "I am your mother. You took a drug overdose because your fianc‚ left you." "Well, I don't remember her, so I'm not depressed anymore." "Well, that's something." Frank sat up. He really was tired. He wondered if the drugs were still in his system. He supposed they were. "I hope she doesn't know," Frank said. "She doesn't." "Good. I would hate to have her show up." "Really?" "She's a stranger." His mother frowned. Frank lay back down. "Maybe I will switch to men," Frank said. The doctor laughed, loudly. He was taking Frank's pulse. "Well, you couldn't do worse than Susan." Frank knew he could do worse. Michelle would be worse! Of course, she was dead, but that didn't stop her! "I'm sorry I made you unhappy. I really am." The woman's mouth dropped open. Frank had no idea why. That wasn't exactly an unusual thing to say." "Did you say, "I'm sorry'?" "Uh, yes. It sounded something like that." The doctor laughed again. He was taking his blood pressure. "You've changed!" she said. That was very, very, very true, Frank thought. The doctor checked his reflexes. "Can I use the restroom?" "Sure. It is through there, and the second door on the right." Frank got off the cart. He was a little dizzy. He walked out of the room and down the hall. The first thing he noticed was that he was short. Shorter. Of course, he was six-six before. Now he thought he was probably about five-ten or five-eleven. He opened the restroom door and looked in the mirror. He looked like shit. He washed his face and hands. Then he pulled off the t-shirt he was wearing. His chest looked pretty good. He ran his hand over it. He undid his pants to look at his cock. He decided he should do that in a stall. He went into one and let his pants down. He stroked his cock. It was smaller than his original one, but he was a smaller person. It was a little disappointing, but he thought it had a nice shape. He stroked himself and wished Tad was sucking him. He stopped and put his shirt back on. He left and went back to the room he had left. "Can I go?" he asked the doctor. "How do you feel?" "I feel fine. I felt dizzy when I got up, but I am OK now." "You were dead, Matt," the woman said. "I'm less dead now." The doctor laughed again. "Yes. You have finally convinced me that you aren't dead," the doctor said. "I don't think this is funny," she said. "I'm sorry. I can't remember what happened, so it's hard to be depressed about it." She nodded. "I feel very glad to be alive. I plan to stay that way as long as I can." She had a blank expression on her face. Frank didn't know what she was thinking. "Do you want to go home?" "Yes. I don't remember where that is, though. What city is this?" They looked at each other, the doctor and his mother. "This is Atlanta. You live in Atlanta." "Do I live alone?" "You do now." "A house or an apartment?" "An apartment." That was good. He wouldn't have to sell his house. They left the hospital. The woman drove. She started crying. "I really am sorry," Frank said. "I know. I just miss Matt." Frank thought that was weird. "Who are you?" she asked. Oh, shit! Frank thought. "I don't know what you mean." "You are no more my son than that doctor was. You are absolutely nothing like him. Your personality is completely different." Frank looked at her. "Are you a demon?" "What?" "You heard me!" "No! Aren't demons a little, well, ruder?" She laughed and sobbed. "He is really gone," she said. She looked at Frank and he didn't know what to say to her. "I am so sorry. I don't know what else to say." "Are you a human?" "Yes." "What is your name?" "I don't know what you mean." "I mean what is your name? It isn't Matthew Logan." Frank sighed. "Do you even remember it?" Frank stayed silent. "Please talk to me. You sit there in my son's body, and I need to know. I really do." Edward, can I tell her? Frank thought. He didn't think he should, but what did he know? "Can you tell me?" "I don't know." "What are your favorite foods?" she asked him. Frank had no idea what Matt's were, so he named his. "Italian, and steak, I suppose." "Matt was a vegetarian." "Oh." "Are you from Italy?" Frank laughed. He couldn't help it. "No." "Please tell me." "I don't know if it is allowed. I may only have one chance and I don't want to lose it." "All right. I suppose I can understand that. What are you plans?" "I am going to Dallas." "Oh. And you will live there." "I hope so." "Your family?" "My wife murdered me." "Oh, god! You aren't back for revenge are you?" "No. She was dead when she did it." She stared at him. "You made that up!" "No. I wish I had. She broke a lot of rules, apparently." That time she laughed. "My son." Frank started to say. "Oh. He won't recognize you." "I know. But I can see him." She nodded. "What is your name?" he asked her. "Patricia. You can call me Pat." "Pat, I want to see him so badly." "I know exactly how you feel." "Do I have enough money for a plane ticket?" "Barely." Pat turned around and headed for the airport. Tad walked into the kitchen. His uncle was there, pouring a cup of coffee. He was only wearing boxers. "Good morning, Al." Tad kissed his husband. Tad admired his uncle's hairy chest. He ran his hand over his uncle's chest and belly, feeling the soft hair. "Can I have a glass of milk?" "Of course. I hope Tony has some." He opened the refrigerator to look. "I meant your milk." Al smiled as he got a glass from a shelf. He pulled his cock out of his boxers and started stroking himself. Tad thought his uncle had a beautiful cock. He watched the head appear and disappear inside his uncle's foreskin as he stroked himself. Tad wanted it. Al smiled at him. "You really like my cock." "I do, Al. I love it. I love everything about you." "Why don't you suck it and get it nice and wet?" Tad knelt between his legs and did just that. Albert sighed as he was fellated. "Ok. Now pull on my nipples, will you?" he asked Tad. Tad pulled on his uncle's nipples while Albert stroked himself. "Pinch them hard!" Al said. Tad did and Al held the glass at the end of his cock. He groaned as he came. Tad licked his lips as the white fluid from his uncle's balls filled the glass. To Tad, the amount of cum his uncle produced was a miracle. When he was done, the glass was three-quarters full. Al wiped the last of his cum into the glass and handed it to his nephew. Tad had drained his balls the night before, so he knew there would be less. Tad sat at the kitchen table and sipped his milk. Al sat across from him and sipped his coffee. "How does it taste?" he asked Tad. "It's delicious." Tad looked at his uncle's handsome face and hairy chest. Al stared at him. "I love watching you drink my sperm that way." "I love it, too. And I love looking at you. You are so handsome and sexy." "Are you sure you are ready to go back to school?" Tad thought for a minute. He really wanted to spend the day with his husbands. But he didn't want to get too far behind in school. Al sighed. Tad drank more of his uncle's milk. "Why don't you skip school today, and we will spend the day naked in bed. It is still our honeymoon. You can go back tomorrow." Tad grinned. He walked over and sat on his uncle's lap. They kissed. Tad sucked on his uncle's tongue as he ran his fingers through his uncle's short hair. "Aren't you supposed to tell me I have to go to school even though I don't want to?" Tad asked him. "I'm not that kind of husband. Let's stay home and fuck." Albert slid his hand inside Tad's briefs and pushed his finger inside him. He could feel Tony's cum. Tad laughed. "I love you!" Tony walked into the kitchen. "If you are going to school, you better get dressed," Tony said. He was naked and his cock got stiff while he looked at Tad. "I don't think Granddad wants me to go to school, either." Al laughed. "No, I think he is waving his erection at you to make you forget all about school." Tony grinned. "It worked!" The men chuckled. Tony took Tad's glass of milk. It was still half-full. He dipped his cock in his brother's semen and then brought his cum- coated erection to his grandson's lips. He smiled as Tad swallowed him. "It's a cock-tail," Tony said to Al. "A cum cocktail." Al chuckled as he watched. Then he got worried. "Was your cock clean?" "Yes. I took a shower." Tony let his head fall back and sighed, loudly, as he was pleasured. Tad reached up and pulled on his granddad's nipples. Before, Tony would have wanted Tad to slow down. To make it last. But he found he could come four times a day easily with Tad. So why not have orgasm number one right now? he thought. He groaned as Tad succeeding in sucking the cum out of his balls. He groaned with each spurt into his grandson's mouth. When he was finished, he pulled his still very stiff cock out of his mouth. He grinned at his grandson. Tad grinned back. Tony went to pour a cup of coffee. He and Al drank their coffee while they both watched Tad drink Al's cum. Tony slowly stroked his cock. "I will never get tired of watching that," Tony said. "Me, either. His first sip of my semen got my cock completely hard again," Al said. "I like it that way," Tad said. He grinned at Al. "Why don't you dip your cock in Tad's milk? I bet he would enjoy licking your sperm off you." Al looked at Tad who handed him the glass. Al dipped his erection in it. Tad got between Al's legs and started licking the cum off his prick. Al moaned and Tony sighed. Tony stood up. He took the glass from the table. He knelt behind Tad with his legs apart to bring him level with Tad's hole. He poured some of Albert's cum onto his cock and then pushed it into his grandson. Albert's cum worked well as lube. Tony held his grandson's hips and started slowly fucking him. Pat walked with Frank to a ticket counter at the airport. The ticket for a flight that day was incredibly expensive. He knew his father would pay, but he couldn't ask Pat for that kind of money. "I'll take the bus." "Charge it, Matt," Pat said. Frank didn't know Matt had a credit card. He found Matt's wallet and looked inside. He did have a Visa card. He handed the card and his driver's license to the man at the counter. He bought the ticket and Pat went with him to the gate. They passed through security easily. "Do you know where Matt went?" she asked him softly, after they sat down at the gate. "No. I didn't see him." "You saw others?" "Yes. Especially my wife." Pat shook her head. "I saw my mother and a couple of other people." "Was it the way they say in church?" Frank guessed she meant was Matt in hell. He had no idea. "No," he said. It really wasn't, from what he saw. He didn't see much. Mostly SMU! "It would seem terribly unfair if he suffered more. I can tell you that it was very important that my wife regretted what she had done. She didn't regret it at first, but then she thought about it until she did." She nodded. Then she smiled. "He would regret it right away." "I am certain of that. They never did show up to drag Michelle off. They gave her time." "They?" "I never saw them." She sighed and smiled. "Good-bye. I know your son will be confused, but happy." "I really wish you had Matt." "Thank you." She got up and walked off. He never saw her again. He got on his flight and he landed at DFW. He took a cab to his father's house. He told the driver his father would pay. When they got there, the cab driver went to the front door with him. He rang the bell, incredibly nervous. Tony opened the door. "Dad, will you pay for my cab? Is Tad here? Is he all right?" Tony grinned and reached for his wallet. He shook his head when he found out how much it cost, he thought it was ridiculous, but he paid. The cab driver left and Tony let Frank into the house. They walked into the kitchen where Tad was sitting on his Uncle Albert's lap. They were both naked. Al freaked out, but Tad stared at him. "Hello, Tad. I look different." "Dad?" "What hit your head in the hotel?" Tony asked. Frank smiled. "A butt plug." "Dad!" Tad yelled and hugged him. "I missed you, Tad. I missed you so much!" "I missed you! We all did! How did you end up looking different?" "It's a long story. Your mother helped, a little. She hates you more than me," he said to Tony. "That's Michelle!" "Did she hurt you anymore?" "No. It didn't hurt. I walked outside and the next thing I knew, I was looking at my body." "Was Martha there?" "Yes. She loves you just as much." Tony wiped his eyes. "You smell different, too, Dad!" "I know. I am officially Matthew Logan. He died and I got his body. I need a shower. Do you want to join me?" Frank asked his son. "Yes! I have to see your new cock!" "It is smaller." "That's OK, Dad. It will feel better when you fuck me. I wonder what your cum tastes like." Frank grinned. "You will know that very, very soon!" Tad grinned and hugged his Dad. Tad looked at Al who looked worried. "Dad, Al is my husband now." Frank smiled. "I guessed that." "You don't mind, Frank?" Al asked. "Do you love him?" Frank asked Tad. "I do. I love all of you." "Then I am happy for all of us," Frank said. "I have three husbands! I bet I am the only boy in class who can say that!" They all laughed.