Date: Wed, 30 Dec 2015 02:02:28 +0000 From: Pony Boy1984 Subject: My Little Lost Soul Disclaimer: All acts depicted in the following story are strictly fictional and consensual. Please help support Nifty by donating. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html My Little Lost Soul By Pony Boy 1984 My Lost Little Soul The plastic bones of the skeleton rattled noisily as David struggled to hang it on the old oak tree in his front yard. He positioned an LED light that oscillated between red and blue on the lawn so that it cast a pale light over the dangling skeleton. He took a few steps back to survey his work and smiled. He glanced around the neighborhood as colorful leaves skittered down the driveway. A couple boys whisked by on their bicycles, giving the man a quick wave. He sighed wistfully, wishing they would stop to say hello, but they never do. He walked to the edge of his lawn to position several tombstones, stealing a glance at the boys as they disappeared down the street. He knew they'd be back for some sweet treats and perhaps a couple scares later. He walked back into the house and noticed one of the candy bowls were upside down. The candy was strewn around the bowl, but about four feet away there was a single empty wrapper. "What the hell?" David whispered to himself, as he kneeled down to scoop up the candy. He reached out and picked up the empty wrapper looking confused. When the sound of plastic hitting the kitchen floor, followed by the sound of the backdoor slamming shut. He immediately stood up and called out, "Hello? Is there someone here?" David grabbed an umbrella, wielding it in his hand like a weapon. He peered around the corner into the kitchen and spied a plastic Ziploc container sitting on the kitchen floor. He shook his head and reached down to pick up the bowl. Upon realizing that the kitchen window was open, he deduced that a gust of wind probably knocked it over. However, he couldn't recall actually opening the window. As a precaution, he took a look around the house and came to the conclusion that he was getting worked up over nothing. The afternoon wore on uneventfully for David, as he fretted over several grim animatronic figures in the yard. As the sun crested below the trees, he climbed into his black Grim Reaper outfit with a glistening silver scythe and glowing eyes. He went into his bedroom to check the outfit in the mirror when he notices a small crimson piece of cloth lying on the bed, "What the hell is this?" He wondered aloud. He removed his hood and reached out, discovering the cloth was actually a small, velvety smooth speedo that was far too small for him. He looked around the room suspiciously but saw nothing else out of place. He couldn't dwell on this mystery because the shadows were growing longer and soon the youngest of the neighborhood kids would be at his door. As he turned to leave the room, he caught a glimpse of a small, shadowy figure in the full-length mirror. David whipped around, but there was nothing there, except a faint giggle as the lights briefly flickered. He shook his head, surmising that the voices were of approaching children. He pulled the hood back over his head, grabbed his scythe and headed to the front door. As he guessed, a couple small figured accompanied by their parents were heading down the walkway. The two kids froze upon seeing the imposing figure before them. Their dad needed to gently encourage them to approach so that David could drop several pieces of candy into their bags. Several other families approached, marveling over the decorations in David's yard. He looked up out at the street and noticed a small figure with red hair standing by a street light. He couldn't quite make out the costume, but he caught a glimpse of the boy's face. It looked familiar, but the sound of approaching kids distracted him for just a second. In an instant, the streetlight flickered and the boy was gone. David sighed a little but resumed handing out candy as night gradually fell. There was typically a pause in activity since the older children normally didn't come out until dark, so David wandered about his yard, tweaking the decorations in anticipation of their arrival. There was a gust of wind that caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end. He turned back in time to catch a shadow disappearing behind the trees. "Is someone there?" he called out hesitantly, but nobody responded. He shrugged his shoulders and waited for the first round of older children to arrive. Periodically, he would spy the boy hanging out on the street but refused to come forward when David motioned for him. He put the mysterious boy out of his mind, busying himself with scaring the kids and ensuring they left his haunted yard with copious candy, smiles, and screams. As the moon began rising above the trees and the trick-or-treaters dwindled to just some older teens shouting in the distance, he reluctantly returned to his house. He removed his hood and collapsed on the sofa, switching on the television to watch an old horror movie. He nibbled on candy as the clock struck 10:00 PM with a small metallic chime. He nearly jumped off the sofa when there was a sharp knock at the front door. It was unusual for someone to be trick-or-treating this late though he suspected it could be one of the teens looking to pull a prank. Nevertheless, he grabbed the candy bowl and opened the front door. A gust of wind swept across the living room when the door was opened, followed a tingling sensation on the back of David's neck. However, standing at the threshold was a red-haired lad that David figured was about twelve-years-old. His freckles stood out in the ultra-violet light overhead and something about his emerald eyes sparkled a little mischievously. The boy's outfit consisted of a glow-in-the-dark skeleton hoodie and jeans. "I saw you earlier this evening, how come you didn't come over?" The boy kicked at the floor shyly, "I wasn't quite ready yet." "Well, I suspect you're the last trick-or-treater for the night, so you get an extra treat," David said, before realizing the boy didn't have a candy bag. "Where is your bag?" "I didn't need one. I just came here to..." "Came here to what?" David asked, tilting his head in curiosity. "To see you," the boy replied, a hint of a smile crossing his face. Now it was time for David to blush a little shyly. "Well, I am David. To whom do I owe the pleasure?" he asked, holding his hand out to the boy. The boy reached out clasped the man's hand. David couldn't help that he was a little cool to the touch, and he received a bit of a tingle on contact. "My name is Eric," he replied softly. An alarm bell rang in the back of David's mind, and he struggled to place the name with the face. Both were familiar to him, but he couldn't quite put the pieces together. "Have we met before? I've seen you around I think." Eric smiles, looking up into David's soft blue eyes. "Yes Sir, you used to see me around but I was always too chicken to say hi, even though I wanted to." David felt his body temperature spike and shuffled around almost as nervously as the boy. He couldn't help but notice this lost, sad look in the boy's eyes. "Well, you could have introduced yourself sooner. I don't bite much," he quipped. Eric smiled, "I'm sorry I didn't come sooner when I was...I mean when I could still..." The boy's words trailed off, and for a moment, David feared the boy might burst out crying. David kneeled down in front of the boy and brushed his curly locks of red away from his eyes. "What's the matter, Eric? What can I do for you?" "You don't need to do anything for me. I came here for you," he murmured. A voice in the back of his mind raised a louder alarm, and he knew Eric's presence shouldn't be possible. "Why don't you take a seat, Eric? Can I get you something to drink?" The boy smiled, "Sure, some water would be nice." David went into the kitchen and immediately began digging through his wastebasket. He pulled out several newspapers he had thrown away earlier. He quickly flipped through the first couple of pages of the first paper, shoving aside when not finding what he was looking for. It would be the third paper nearest the bottom that caused a wave of shock to wash across his body. "It can't be," he whispered to himself, taking a long look at the picture of Eric on the front page. His hands shook slightly as he filled the glass with water, taking a deep breath before walking back into the living room. He couldn't help but notice the living room lights flickered, but Eric was sitting there on the sofa looking up at him. "I guess you figured it out," he said a little dejectedly. David didn't know what to believe anymore. Either this boy has come to pull cruel joke in poor taste or he needs to reevaluate some of his beliefs. He handed Eric the glass of water, and the boy sipped it gently. "Thank you," Eric said softly, now staring at the floor. The man glanced out his living room window and didn't notice anyone outside. He pulled the curtains closed and sat beside the boy. He wasn't sure what to say or how to begin the conversation. He knew that the sensible thing would have been to escort the boy to the door and be done with it. Yet, everything about the kid and what happened earlier portended something stranger than an adolescent prank. "I never saw it coming, you know? I was just riding my bike on the sidewalk. I was going to come down this street and see if you were out in the yard. I never heard or saw anything except that the ground came right up at me and things went dark. I tried to go home and tell my mom that my bike got wrecked, but she wouldn't listen to me. I went back to get my bike, but it was all mangled. That's when I saw...well...me." Eric said, tears streaming down his face. "What happened then?" David asked, resisting tears himself. "I went home and a few days later she started boxing my stuff. I just wandered around, not knowing what I was supposed to do with myself. I guess it was then I remembered that there were people who felt as alone and invisible as I felt," Eric said, looking up at David. David reached out and wipes the tears from Eric's face. "But how are you here? I can see you, touch you." "It's Halloween silly. It's the day of the dead, it just took a while to take effect," Eric said, cracking a dimpled grin. "Where did you get the costume?" David asked. "It's a secret," the boy quipped with a twinkle in his green eyes. David chanced placing his hand on Eric's knee, and couldn't help but notice the boy's jeans tented out noticeably. Their eyes locked on one another as David asked, "So you decided to visit me instead of..." "She doesn't care I'm gone, not really. I wanted to spend my time with someone who'd be glad to see me," Eric asserted. David thought about his next words carefully, still uncertain whether Eric was a beautiful dream, a terrible prank or a genuine ghost. "What would you like to do with your time Eric?" The boy smiled, and pulled off the skeleton hoodie, revealing his pale, smooth chest that featured a small smattering of freckles just beneath his neck. "I wanted to feel and be loved by someone who really wanted me." David brushed his hand against the boy's chest, still noting that his body felt unnaturally cool though still quite pleasant. He noticed that Eric's bulge grew more, and he leaned back and spread his legs a little, daring David to explore. Flushed with desire, David leaned into the boy and pushed him back, as his hand glided down the boy's tummy and came to rest just above his crotch. He pressed his lips against Eric's and shared a kiss with him. "Did you knock over my candy bowl this morning?" David asked. "Huh? No, I didn't do that." David scratched his chin, "I'll be right back." He returned with the speedos that he discovered in his bedroom earlier and held them up for Eric to see. "Do these look familiar?" Eric flashed a dimpled grin and flushed red for a second, as he leaned back against the sofa and shrugged, "Maybe." "I thought you only just turned visible. How did you manage to get this into my house? Where did you even get it from?" David asked. "Uh, it's not really mine, but we thought it would look sexy. I was pretty sure you'd like it," Eric said. David laughed, "It's very attractive but it's a little small for me," he said, as he dangled the speedo in front of the boy. "It's not for you to wear silly!" Eric stood up and tried to grab the garment away from David, but he held it high up and made the boy jump for it. He took the opportunity to grab the boy by the midriffs and tickle him just under his shoulders, causing him to squeal with laughter. "Quit it! Uncle!" he cried out, nearly falling over with laughter. David finally let the boy take the speedo, curious to see what he would do next. "I'll be right back, no peeking!" He mockingly admonished David, as he darted into the bathroom. He emerged a moment later wearing nothing but the soft crimson garment. It was obvious the garment was probably two sizes too small for the boy. The boy's cock was straining against the speedo, rendering it easy for David to see that he was perfectly smooth and cut. Eric spun himself around and asked, "Well, do you like it?" David's own cock was pushing his jeans out noticeably, and he saw Eric's green eyes lock onto the bulge. The boy's dimples and knowing smirk was all that he needed to see, so he pulled off his costume and unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it onto the sofa. "What do you think?" he teased the boy. Before he could respond, David wasted no time taking off his jeans and letting the boy see the outline of his cock in his boxers. He reached out to Eric and put his arm around the boy's slender waist and guided him back to the sofa. He spread the boy's legs apart and used his left hand to massage Eric's cock through the speedo while using his right to rub the boy's smooth chest in a slow circular motion. He leaned in for another kiss, but this time, Eric opened his mouth a little, inviting David's tongue inside. The pair moaned for a few moments as both their hands explored all their exposed flesh, tongues intermingling. When David paused for a breath, Eric said, "We both know what it's like to be lonely. To want something, that's always just out of our reach. You always looked at me with sad eyes, so I knew you'd be the one. I just wish..." David placed a finger on the boy's lips. He was certain what the boy was about to say, but he didn't want this to be a moment of regret. Instead, he lifted the boy's body upward and pulled down his speedo with a swipe of the hand. He pressed his adult body against the lithe tween and inserted his tongue back into Eric's mouth as he cupped the boy's hairless balls. He wouldn't allow regret this night, not for either of them. The boy's hand found its way past the elastic band of David's boxers and soon small fingers wrapped around his swelling shaft, causing him to groan in pleasure. Eric managed to pull down his underwear, so he could gently stroke him. David gradually lowered his head, showering the boys chest with gentle kisses. After a moment, his tongue glided down to Eric's navel, as he spread the boy's legs wide apart with his hands. The boy gasped and moaned when the heat of the man's hot and moist breath swept across his erect boyhood. Soon his body was enraptured as David took his cock into his mouth and swirled his tongue around. David engulfed the boy's balls into his mouth too, sucking gently as a finger pushed into the crack of his behind. All the stimulation left Eric panting and moaning and this continued for several moments before David stood up and backed off a bit. Eric grinned up at David, knowing it was his turn. He licked his lips seductively as he sat up on the edge of the sofa, and ran the tip of his tongue along the tip of the man's six-inch shaft. He cupped his hand along David's balls as the first couple inches of his shaft disappeared between Eric's pink lips. David moaned in ecstasy as Eric's tongue swirled around his swelling cock. He put his hand on the back of the boy's head, rubbing his red hair and pushing gently forward. Inch by inch his adult cock disappeared into Eric's hot, wet mouth. Eric moaned as well, and his free hand was soon manipulating his own hard cock. Not wanting to cum too quickly, David pulled back and smiled at the boy. "Would you like to do more?" Eric nodded his head eagerly, "Yes, please!" David took the boy by the hand and led him into his bedroom, laying the boy on his back, so that his head was hanging off the edge of the bed. David fed the boy his cock again, the angle allowing him to pop into Eric's tight throat. The boy signaled his approval despite some gagging, by taking David's ass in his hands and pushing forward. He eagerly complied with the redhead's wishes by sliding his cock down his throat, before leaning over to Eric's boyhood back into his own mouth. Soon the pair was moaning and grunting, as David fucked the boy's gagging throat in short, hard thrusts while sucking off Eric and probing his quivering boy hole with his forefinger. David pulled out of Eric's throat, gently helping him up before turning him around the bending him over the bed. He kneeled down behind him, rubbing his perfectly smooth, round globes before pulling them apart to reveal Eric's boy hole. The man wasted no time pushing his tongue past the quivering sphincter, causing the boy to gasp loudly in pleasure. His moans grew louder as David's tongue plunged inside, the man's lips pressed against Eric's ass. He continued this hot, wet assault while adding a finger to loosen him up. When he thought the lad was ready, David stood him up, still keeping him facing the bed. He lifted one of the boy's slender legs up into the air, placing his foot on the bed. He spread the boy's ass cheeks apart and pushed the tip of his thick adult cock against his sphincter. He wrapped his right hand around the boy's chest and put his left hand on his face, pushing a pair of fingers into his mouth to suck on. Eric's slickened virgin hole yielded to the tip of David's cock, prompting a moan from the boy as he sucked gently on the man's fingers. In one smooth motion, he slowly but firmly hilts his six-inches into the boy's quivering, velvety interior and together the pair grunted and moaned as their bodies became one. Eric eagerly sucked on the fingers now sliding in and out of his mouth, as David gave a hard thrust before grinding deeply inside the boy. All Eric could do was moan and slobber on the man's fingers, his lithe body completely under David's control which is just where he wanted to be. He reached back to try and pull David even deeper inside his lithe body. The man granted Eric's desire, by spearing more aggressively into him, lifting the boy's body into the air as he pulled nearly all six-inches out, before ramming it back inside. "You like this, don't you?" David whispered into the boy's ear. Naturally, Eric couldn't respond due to the man's fingers, but he asked again more forcefully. "I asked you a question," he teased but jammed his fingers deeper into Eric's mouth. The boy struggled to respond until David finally retracted his fingers from the boy's drooling mouth. "Yes, I like it! Fuck me!" Eric gasped. David slowed his pace a little, "Does Eric like it a little rough? You want it harder?" "Yes, please!" the boy replied, turning to glance at David with pleading eyes. "I don't think I believe you," the man teased. "Fuck me! Give it to me really good!" Eric urged lustfully, his smooth cock tip glistening with precum. David grabbed the boy's crimson hair and yanked his head back as he hilted his cock into the boy's body that was now glistening with sweat. He began bucking into the boy harder, their naked flesh slapping loudly together as they moaned in unison. "Is this was what you wanted to do with me?" David demanded. "Yes!" Eric answered. David thrust harder, relishing the heat and softness of the boy's insides. "How old were you when you first dreamed of having this done to you?" He pulled the boy's head back further, their bodies forming perfect curves. Eric's little cock bounced up and down with the force of the thrusts, a long bed of boy precum dripping onto the bed. "I was ten when I first saw you. That night I dreamed of you doing this to me, but I was too afraid to introduce myself," the red-haired boy replied, his voice oscillating, enraptured by pleasure, pain and the force of the man's thrusts. He could feel the man's cock swelling as it grew hotter inside him. Much to his disappointment, David pulls out and pushes him onto the bed. He turned Eric around and yanks him by the legs, pulling his ass right to the edge of the bed. Sensing David's intentions, the boy pulls his own legs over his head, holding them tightly in his arms. The man uses his thumbs to pull apart Eric's ass cheeks and places his cock inside the crack. He reaches out and grabs Eric by the hair again, pulling his head forward. This enables the boy to watch David's cock hilt right inside his exposed hole, only to be pulled out and slammed deep inside once more. The boy's ass tightened around his adult cock, and he knew the boy was getting close to cumming. His own cock was dripping inside the boy, making each thrust deeper and harder. The boy's emerald eyes were locked on the man's cock as it repeatedly disappeared inside his hot, soft insides. "Cum for me Eric. Show me how much you love getting fucked," David demanded. Eric thought he could almost cum without even touching himself, but he snuck his left hand around his leg and started rubbing his dripping hairless cock. "You want me cum?" the man teased. "Yes, give it to me!" Eric practically screamed. Man and boy panted, moaned and grunted like animals as David pulled his head forward harder. "Do it, cum for me now!" David ordered, barely able to keep from exploding. "I'm gonna cum!" Eric warned, panting and moaning. "Now open your mouth wide!" The man told the boy, his cock now slamming into Eric with the sharp report of their slapping flesh echoing around the room. The redhead ejaculated first, as his ass muscles clamped David's cock like a vice. The first spurt of Eric's cum shot right into his own open mouth, with the second and third covering his face and lips. David erupted with the most intense orgasm he'd ever experienced. The first spurt was injected deep inside Eric, but he quickly pulled out. The second shot splattered on Eric's face, with each successive shot disappearing into his mouth as David quickly pushed the tip of this throbbing cock between the boy's lips. The young redhead collapsed into David's arms, who repositioned his head against the pillows. David climbed into bed and drew the boy's exhausted, sweaty body into his own. He could feel Eric's body temperature dropping quickly and the overhead light flickered a little. He squeezed the boy tightly as if hoping that his loving embrace would keep the boy in his world. "I'll be gone when you wake up," Eric warned. "I know," David replied, trying not to cry in front of the boy. "I'll still be here, though. We just won't be able to..." Eric said, his voice trailing off. "I don't care about that. You're always welcome here. Consider this your house to haunt," David offered. Eric nuzzled into the man, "I would like that. I'll always be by your side even though you won't usually be able to see or touch me. But sometimes..." "I'll wait for you Eric," David promised. "No, please don't. We'll be together again, but don't wait for me. I have a surprise for you tomorrow, promise you will...accept it," Eric said enigmatically. The boy looked up at David, who kissed his lips. "I promise Eric. I just wish...I mean if I only knew..." he replied haltingly. "Even if we had met when I was younger, I don't think you could have stopped what happened," the boy whispered. David continued to fight back tears, but Eric kissed his lips. "I promise, I'll be here perving over you. You'll see me sometimes in the mirror, you'll feel my touch. Don't be sad for me, I'm right where I need to be," he added. "You're my lost little soul Eric, but here I don't ever want you to feel lost or alone," David whispered. He felt Eric's kiss on his lips and at some point, despite his best efforts, he fell into a deep sleep. When his eyes snapped open, he was alone in his bed. He knew searching for Eric would be futile, but the only traces of the boy was the skeleton hoodie and the speedo. Before the man could question his sanity or break down crying, his bedroom lights flickered. For just an instant, he saw that Eric was still lying naked in his bed. David laid back down and whispered, "I love you Eric." The next morning David had picked up the hoodie and speedo and tossed them on the kitchen table while he debated whether last night really happened. He didn't see or sense Eric anywhere, but he wanted to believe the boy's spirit was near. He poured himself a cup of coffee and daydreamed as he sipped the strong elixir. A sharp knock at the back door nearly caused him to spill the hot liquid. He opened the door and was pleasantly surprised to see a boy with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes staring up at him. He was a little smaller than Eric, so he guessed the boy was probably about ten-years-old or thereabouts. What confused David was that his backyard was ringed by a fairly tall fence on either side, with a thick row of hedges blocking the back of his house from the two-story colonial on the other side. "Hi there, can I help you?" David asked. "H-h-i the-r-r-e sir. My n-name is Michael," the boy stuttered nervously. "Well, what can I do for you, Michael?" Michael looked down at the stairs before he mustered the courage to speak. "I came to say sorry." "About what?" David inquired. "I sorta...broke into your house yesterday. Not to steal anything, just to leave a present for a...friend," Michael struggled to explain. "Please, come in Michael," David said, motioning the boy into the kitchen. He walked over to the kitchen table and picked up the red speedos and showed it to the boy. "Is this what you're looking for?" he asked. Michael smiled, "Well, I bought it but I wanted him to keep it. But I guess he really can't." The boy turned away, but David already saw the tears welling in the boy's eyes. The man got down on his knees and turned Michael around. "Did you know Eric?" Michael nodded his head, "We hung out sometimes. He was my only friend in the whole world. But his mom didn't like him spending time with me, but he did anyways when he could. I live right over there," he replied, pointing at the colonial immediately behind David's house. It was only then that he noticed that there was a little opening in the hedges that the boy must have wedged himself through. "Did you knock over my candy bowl?" David asked point-blank. "I'm sorry Sir, I was in such a rush to get back out before you saw me. I saw the bowl and grabbed a piece, but I got scared and knocked the whole thing over," the boy said apologetically. The boy spied the hoodie on the kitchen table and pointed at it. "That was my brother's before he went away to college. He wore it a few years ago, mom kept it figuring I'd fit into it someday. I let Eric borrow it when he was able to turn solid. Ghosts don't wear clothes usually you know," he explained, sounding like an authority. David picked up the hoodie and handed it to Michael. He could tell there was something Michael wanted to say, as the boy shuffled between his left and right foot, biting his lower lip. "Please, talk to me, Michael. Did you want to ask something?" Michael nodded, "Did you guys...I mean did you and Eric..." the boy's face flushed a little, leading David to guess what the boy was asking. "Did we do that?" He teased the boy, dangling the speedo in front of him. "Did you guys like do it...you know...have... sex?" The boy finally said, his face turning an even brighter red. David stood up and bit his own lip, and for just a brief second he felt something cool brush across his left hand as if someone was trying to tug on it. He took the hint and knelt back down in front of the boy. "Yes, we did. It was a lot of fun. He looked really good in this," he said, still holding the speedo in front of the boy. "If I tell you something, will you promise you won't get mad?" the boy asked, biting his lip again. David shrugged, wondering what would be more embarrassing than admitting you broke into someone's house, albeit for altruistic reasons. "You can tell me anything you like Michael. I won't ever judge you, make fun of you or tell anyone else." "Well, my bedroom is on the second floor, and if I look out my window when I'm getting ready for school I can see...Ummm," Michael turned progressively more red before David could coax the remainder of the confession from the lad. "I can see you in the bathroom. Sometimes I use my telescope to watch," he finally admitted. Now it was David's turn to flush crimson, but he wasn't going to lose the initiative. He got closer to the boy and rubbed his shoulders, "And what do you see me doing in there?" "You know...stuff," Michael said, starting to get too embarrassed to say anything. David rubbed the boy's back gently. "Now come on Michael. If you're grown up enough to watch me, you're grown up to use the right words. I know you and Eric talked about this stuff before. My big rule in this house is that you have to be honest and tell me exactly what you're thinking. Tell me what it is you like to see me doing Michael." David said firmly. The boy turned scarlet, but he looked into David's eyes and forced out the words. "I like watching you make it hard, then making it squirt." David's cock started pushing his jeans outward as the boy went on. "You mean making it cum, Michael?" "Yes sir, I like seeing it cum and pee too," the boy replied. "Please, call me Dave. And what do you think about while I'm cumming. What would you do if you were in the bathroom with me?" He asked. Michael turned away, biting his lower lip. "Uh, I don't know what you mean," He murmured. The boy suddenly jolted upward as if someone kicked him in the ass. Even David felt the force applied to the boy, and they looked into each other's eyes in surprise. "He kicked me!" David grinned, "I think Eric is trying to tell you to be honest with me." "Alright, alright!" the boy said looking flustered. "I told him I wished I was in front of you because I wanted to kneel in front of you and catch all your cum and pee with my mouth!" he blurted out, his face reddening with each titillating word. David's cock was threatening to burst from the confines of his pants at this rate. Although, David noted that the boy's own faded ripped jeans featured a small but noticeable developing bulge. David stood up and smiled down at the boy. "I would like to cum and piss in your mouth Michael. But first things first. You broke into my house and made a mess. So, you will need to clean up." "Yes Sir, I mean Dave. I'd like to help," he said earnestly. "But, there is one little punishment I have to give you, though," David warned sternly. Michael looked crestfallen but nodded his head, ready to take his punishment. David held up the speedo again, "You need to clean the house wearing this." The boy opened his mouth in shock, but soon a deep-dimpled grin replaced the initial shock. He took the speedo from David after the man pointed him toward the bathroom to change. When the boy returned, he was wearing nothing but the crimson garment which fit him a lot better than it did Eric. Still, it was more than obvious the boy's three-inches were fully erect. David ran his hands all over the boy's smooth body, before giving him a vacuum and setting him to work. As the boy cleaned the house, David followed him around picking things up and generally tidying up. Michael explained that his brother was a freshman at college, and his single mom works double shifts to keep her oldest son in school while keeping Michael fed and clothed. The boy was very much a latchkey kid who is inadvertently neglected thanks to the abandonment by his dad and his mother's work schedule. David began to understand why Eric had arranged this meeting. They needed one another, just as Eric had so badly needed him. It was too late to help Eric, but he'd be there for Michael. The pair worked on the house for a couple of hours as they talked. When they were finished, David summoned the boy to the bathroom. David reached into the shower and got the water running. He asked Michael to tell him when the water was comfortable. The man unbuttoned his shirt and pulled down his jeans, letting the boy get a big look at the bulge in his boxers. The boy's blue eyes widened when his new friend pulled his boxers down, liberating his thick adult cock. "Wow, it's so much bigger up close! It's so much bigger than mine," he gasped in wonder. David reached over and tugged the boy's speedo down, liberating his little cock. "Don't worry, your cock will grow as you get older. But there's no rush because I like it just the way it is," he assured the boy. Michael smiled and the pair stepped into the shower. David kneeled in front of the boy and slathered him with soap, allowing his fingers to glide and massage every square inch of the boy's pale, smooth flesh, spending extra time on the boy's little cock. It was then Michael's turn and he took considerable time to explore every inch as well, and likewise spent much time running his fingers around the man's thick shaft. David rinsed the both of them off, before getting back on his knees to kiss Michael. The boy was already keen on kissing and had already confessed that he and Eric had fooled around a little before Eric had been killed by the drunk driver. So David moved on to licking the boy's chest before moving down to his little cock, showing by example on how to suck cock. During this time, he began probing Michael's hole with a soapy finger. The boy looked at him and said, "Are you going to stick it in my butt?" "Now what did I say about using the proper grown up words?" David teased admonishingly. Michael blushes a little, "Are you going to fuck me?" "When you're ready and you want it, I'll fuck you," David said, kissing Michael. "Did you fuck Eric?" he asked. David took Michael's smooth balls and cock into his mouth, pushing his finger deeper into the boy's virgin hole. He did this for a moment before letting the boy's smooth stiffy slip from his lips. "Yes, Michael. I fucked him as hard as I could, and I made him beg me for more." "Wow, that's sexy! Are you going to make me beg too?" Michael said expectantly. David kissed the boy and held him close. "That depends. I consider Eric my boy now, and I expect my boys to beg. I want you to know that you can come over and talk to me whenever you want. I am your friend, and I expect nothing in return except that you're always honest with me and tell me what's on your mind. In exchange, I'll tell you what I think. Now, if you also want to be my boy...Yes, I expect you to beg and tell me exactly what you need. So, do you also want to be my boy?" David asked. "Yes, please. I want to be your friend and your boy!" Michael pleaded. David stood up in front of the boy and smiled. "What did you tell me in the kitchen? About what you wanted to do if you were with me in the bathroom?" He asked, running his fingers gently across Michael's delicate face. The boy nodded and sank to his knees in front of David, his blue eyes focused on the man's thick cock. He began by wrapping his small fingers around the man's cock, before his tongue licked the head, tasting David's precum. Michael wanted to please the man, so after licking up and down the shaft, he took the tip into his mouth and started sucking, trying to imitate David's motions. The boy could feel his new friend's cock swelling. He felt the heat rising from it. He'd never felt anything so exciting in his young life, especially as his precum dripped steadily into his mouth. He wanted Eric to be proud of him too, as he struggled to get as much of the man's cock into his mouth as he could. It took a few tries and some instructions from David to get breathing through his nose and avoiding inadvertently using his teeth. David was breathing heavily as his balls quickly filled, threatening to explode. "What do you want Mikey? What do you need?" The boy let the cock slip from his mouth, "I need you to cum and piss in my mouth!" David pushed his throbbing cock back into Michael's eager mouth and began fucking it. He glanced over at the mirror, and there was his young redheaded ghost, sitting on the vanity with his legs spread wide, jerking his four-inch cock hard, licking his lips watching the pair. The fact that Eric was watching only served to turn him on more. The boy's body was faded, his freckles showing more clearly than his ghostly flesh. Only a reflection was visible, but it brought David comfort that his new friend was aroused and happy at this scene. David pinched his shaft and pulled out of the boy's mouth and ordered him to open wide. Michael just got his mouth opened when the spurt of hot, creamy cum hit the back of his throat, the next two coating his nose and chin. A final couple of pulses fill the boy's tongue and mouth before a small stream of clear piss followed. Michael never flinched, keeping his mouth open wide as he stroked his own little cock. Both of them could see Eric's pale reflection in the glass of the shower, his crimson hair almost like a beacon. The twelve-year-old must have liked what he saw because both David and Mikey felt the splatter of cum on their bodies. Of course, there was no actual cum but Eric's orgasm was so forceful, that in Eric's mind perhaps he had coated the both of them. But nonetheless, both mortals felt the force and the pleasure emanating from their friend's powerful spirit and they both moaned louder. Mikey leaned forward and took David's cock into his mouth and swallowed about five mouthfuls, before leaning back and letting the rest of it splatter on his chest while he moaned loudly. After David was finished, he kneeled down and engulfed Mikey's cock into his mouth again. He quickly probed the boy's hole, sensing the ten-year-old was near orgasm. Just as he felt the boy's muscles begin to tense, he inserted a second finger into his hole, which sent the youngster over the edge. Mikey's body shuddered and thrashed, but David held him fast and continued to suck, not allowing the boy's orgasm to subside. Wave after wave of pleasure gripped Michael's body as he gasped for breath, even more, frantic as the two fingers sank deeper. Finally, David let the boy down from his high. "Did you like that Mikey?" he teased. All the boy could do was nod and smile. "How about you Eric, did you enjoy it?" The pair of them looked around the bathroom and while neither saw any shadow or reflection at the moment, Mike was the first to spot a little smiley face in drawn in the condensation in the bathroom mirror. David smiled, "I want both of my boys to be happy." He rinsed Mikey off and guided him out of the tub and toweled the both of them off. "Do you have time for a nap?" "Mom won't be home until 7 o'clock so yeah I don't have to go for like four more hours!" Mikey declared. David guided his new boy to the bed, and together they laid down. "I love you, Mikey. Of anything you remember about today, I want you to know most importantly that I'm here for you. Do you understand?" Mikey's pale blue eyes peered up at him and smiled. "Yes Dave, and I'll be here for you too!" he promised. "I love you too Eric," David whispered. Both Mikey and David were confident that Eric heard them because they both felt a very gentle cool kiss of air on their cheeks. And together the three of them drifted off into a nap. David thought to himself as he drifted off to sleep that somehow, three lost souls in one day had been found and saved thanks to a beautiful redheaded boy who had so much to give to the world, that he kept on giving long after his heart at stopped. Some things really are eternal.