Date: Sat, 7 Sep 2019 02:22:25 -0400 From: Jayce Marvel Subject: Manley Paint - Chapter 3 Author's Notes: This is the last pre-written chapter I have. Everything else needs writing to finish, so here's where it's going to get more challenging for me. This upcoming week is going to be a bit hectic, but I'm here for it. In order to accommodate some fun things I'd like to do this week, I have to get my assigned 40 pages of novel, and complete chapter 4 of this written, by Tuesday afternoon. It's Saturday now, and I'm up to 14/40. As far as the novel is concerned, I'm in act 2, the middle of the book, and it's going well for a zero draft. For those who don't know, the zero draft is where you push the story out of your head onto the page. The erotica I post is zero draft, with maybe a couple revisions. A novel requires several hard sweeps through to edit and balance everything and make it flow, so the quality will be much higher. As always, please consider donating to Nifty. ^^^ Manley Paint – Part 3 Noah With all the information I'd gotten out of Mark, I was almost completely ready to go into this factory and get sucked off. There was only one small obstacle, and it was sitting in my passenger seat. "What is this place?" my little brother asked. At sixteen, he was only two years behind me, but it felt like twenty, he was so immature. "Listen, Runt," I growled at him. "This is where I was really going, not to the movies. I'm not going to let you fuck this up for me just because you whined to mom about going with me, and she made me take you. Now you're just going to have to sit here until I'm done. Got it?" "What are you going to do in there? Can I come?" he asked, and I wanted to punch him. "I'm going in there to get my dick sucked by some girl, and no. You're staying here. If you follow me, I swear, I'll kick the shit out of you. Got it?" He sighed and looked out the passenger side window, to the only building in this desolate area outside of town: the abandoned factory. "Fine," he snapped, crossing his arms. "No telling mom, either," I commanded. "You forced yourself here with me and you're just going to have to suffer in silence. It's your fault you're here. Got it?" I got out of the car and slammed the door, going to the fence opening and heading for the back. I had on a simple over-sized black concert t-shirt, and a pair of medium-blue 501s that were two sizes larger than what I normally wore. Mark wasn't sure if my butt was nice enough to attract the ass-rape ghost, but he said making the jeans baggy in the back would work. My belt was the only thing keeping them from instantly hitting the ground. I hope this girl was as good as Mark said she was. Normally he and I didn't get along, but he seemed pretty intent on telling me about her. I wouldn't have believed him, except that Kyle was there and said it was true. Kyle didn't joke around or play pranks. "Whoa," I heard the door guy say when I got into view. They also said he'd be here and that he'd offer to do me, but he'd take no for an answer if I was nice about it. "Aren't you all covered in sexy muscle? You here for me?" "Nope. Here for the ghost girl," I said, being as nice as I could make myself be to this pervert. He looked me up and down and nodded. "You'll do," he said, slight boredom in his voice, opening the door to let me in. It really had been that simple with him. "Just so you know," I instructed before going in, "my sixteen year old brother in in the car. I told him to stay there. If he shows up back here, don't let him in. Oh, and don't fuck him either. Got it?" "You mean him?" the man said, looking past me to the corner of the building. My brother was peeking around the corner. "Fuck off, Runt!" I yelled, and his head darted back. Good enough. I wasn't about to put this off any longer by chasing after him. I walked into the building, closed the door, and blocked it with a piece of wood that was sitting there. ^^^ Rich I wasn't about to let Noah have the last word. I had to know what was going on inside. Everything my brother did was cool, but he kept trying to leave me out of it. Not this time. I went from window to window, trying to find a vantage point where I could see him. Through a couple, I could spot him in the distance, but too far off to get a good look at what was going on. I kept trying. I finally got to one that had more than I wanted. I couldn't see him, but a pane was broken out completely, and it was big enough to squeeze through. I had to know if he was telling the truth, and why he chose to dress the way he did today. Without too much fuss, I was inside. I stepped gingerly, watching my feet so I didn't step on anything or make any other sounds. This wasn't the first time I'd followed him to see what he was really up to, and it wouldn't be the last. I eventually caught sight of him approaching a lounge chair, looking side to side for someone. I crouched down, just out of view in the shadows, and watched. From behind him, a tendril of thick white smoke snaked along the floor toward him. Curiously, I kept watch instead of moving. I wanted to know what was going on more than I wanted to protect my brother. The smoke reached his ankles and wrapped around them. He actually felt it and looked down. "What the hell?" he called out. I could see him trying to move, but his feet were held in place. I watched in wonder as a lump started to move inside the bottom of his pant leg, puffing it out a bit and starting to creep up his leg inside his jeans. Was this what he was here for? It was going toward his dick, so maybe it was going to suck on it. If I tried to stop it and it was something he wanted, he'd kill me. The lump went up his inseam and was now to his inner thigh. His breath was faster and heavier, so I guess that meant it felt good. I really wanted to know what he was experiencing. There was some shifting in the movement mid-thigh, the same movements as at the bottom of his jeans. Was it trying to make its way inside Noah's boxers? Small noises started escaping him as the smoke reached his most private of areas. Then his eyes widened. "No!" he yelled, reaching for his backside. "Don't you dare go in my...ahh!" He quickly went for his belt to open it, grabbing the waistband of his jeans and pulling them to pop the entire row of buttons quickly. He whipped the pants and boxers down, grabbing for the smoke tendril. It looked like he actually got hold of it, too. As he struggled, he turned and I saw that is was actually going up his backside. He tugged on it, but the amount remaining outside of him was growing much smaller. Soon, there was too little for him to hold, and the remaining smoke entered him. He was panting, slouched forward, but it didn't look like he was in pain. He finally stood up straight and pulled up his pants and boxers. Truth be told, the whole thing had me hard. Scared too, but mostly hard. "It's alright, Richie. I know you're there. You can come out now." Noah had never called me that. It was always either Rich or Runt. I would have wondered what had gotten into him, but I'd just seen it. I stood up and left my hiding place, walking to him. "What the hell was that, Noah?" I asked him. "What was that smoke? Is that why you came here?" He looked at me with a blank expression, then out into the shadows of the factory. "Come on, Richie," he called out. "It's me, Petey. I have a host for you over here." It took me a second to understand. The smoke was using my brother to talk, and he was calling out for another one to come get me. The time it took me to realize my situation was too long, though, and Noah grabbed me, wrapping me in a bear hug I'd never get out of. I saw another trail of smoke headed my way. It reached my feet and started the same thing the other one has with Noah, shifting the bottom of my jeans around to make an opening. While Noah had switched around his wardrobe to put on extra baggy button fly jeans, mine were just my regular loose fitting zippered ones...the same type of thing we all wore every day, with a layered t-shirt and sweatshirt on top. I wondered if that would change things. My curiosity was quickly turning to panic, and I just wanted it to stop. "Don't do this," I pleaded. "It's been far too long since Richie and I have been together," the thing that called itself Petey told me. "I'm not letting you take that from me." The smoke got inside my pant leg and pushed up past my sock. When it touched skin, I exhaled sharply. It felt good: soft and warm, but with a strange tingle that sent shivers up through me. It slowly moved up my leg and my breathing got heavier. The smoke stroking up my calf. When it reached my knee, I giggled, as the sensation tickled me. "Just keep letting it happen, kid," Petey said. "I promise you, you'll like it." His tone was so sensual and seductive, I couldn't help but relax. "It better be, or I'm sicking an exorcist on this place," I told him. "I...," my thought was lost as the smoke reached my inner thigh and I practically purred. Looking down, there were two distinct lumps in my jeans: the moving lump coming ever closer to my own private parts, and the tent my dick was making, forming a small wet spot even through my boxers. I moved my leg outward to open the way inside more, and the smoke seized the opportunity, climbing inside my underwear. From there, it wasn't long until I felt the brush on my balls. "Oh my god, keep doing that," I told it. It actually did as I asked, shifting around beneath my jeans and boxers and causing me to whimper as it stroked me. "Stop playing with the kid and come to me," Petey told it, spoiling my fun. It listened, and it slid between my cheeks. I liked it. I loved it, actually. It started creeping inside of me, and soon Petey wasn't holding me still, he was holding me up. "Yeah," I moaned as it entered me, spreading my cheeks apart. That tingling feeling was inside me as well, and I never wanted it to stop. It massaged deep inside and continued to fill me. I closed my eyes and let it happen, enjoying the experience. I floated in a sea of bliss for a little bit – far too small an amount of time, really, because the feeling started to disperse. My eyes opened and my body stood on its own, turning around to face my brother. I wasn't in control. I was there mentally, seeing and feeling everything, but none of my movements were my own. I was just along for the ride. "Petey," my mouth said. "Richie, I've missed you so much," the other one said. We...they...came together in a desperate embrace, holding on for dear life. Then they kissed, using our mouths. This wasn't hot any more. I was in a make out session with my brother. "No," a commanding voice said from the side. The kissing stopped and we both looked over to see the stranger standing there. "These two are brothers, and one is a minor," he said. "You'll get your chance to be together, but not here. Not like this. Now release them." Our heads tipped back and the smoke belched forth from our mouths. I was back in control of my body, and Noah and I quickly released each other. "Thank you," Noah told him. "You saved us." "I almost didn't," he replied. "Sneaking in through a broken window was a really bad idea. I almost didn't make it in time to stop you two from having sex. Right now, you're lucky I watch. You, little one, come on out with me. I think the right one will come back if you're outside, and your brother can get what he actually came for." To Noah, he said, "trust me, it's nothing like this. What your friends told you is real. It will happen the way they said, but only when you're alone." I walked over to the man and followed him out of the factory through the door. I was ashamed and felt disgusting. "That will happen with any two people?" I asked. "Any two males," he said. "If they're in there and close together, but with no one else around, the lovers will take them over and make love like they used to. Of the five ghosts, they're the hardest to summon." I sulked for a few minutes. I had almost gotten us into something we couldn't take back, and I knew I was going to catch holy hell for it when Noah came back. My mind churned, but kept returning to the ghosts and what they did. I loved the feeling of them going inside me. Finally, I thought of something. "Sir?" "Gross, don't call me that," he said. "Anyway, say what you want to say." "If I came back with someone my own age and we went in together, could I get you to not stop us?" I asked. He looked at me long and hard. "You actually want to go on with that?" "Yeah," I said. "If it hadn't been with Noah, it would have been hot. Would you let it happen?" He hesitated. "I don't like it. You'd both still be underage. Why not just do it somewhere on your own?" "It's a long story," I said to him. "There's a boy I like, but I don't think he likes me back." "So you think you'll just bring him here and let the ghosts have you take him against his will?" the man accused. "I won't let that happen." I sighed in anger at him. "Don't you have to go in there and be a peeping tom on my brother?" "I would love to," the guy said, "but you need adult supervision." "I'm sixteen," I protested. "With the common sense and and attitude of a toddler," he retorted. I huffed again and crossed my arms, leaning against the building. I wanted to yell at this guy, but I couldn't think of anything bad enough to hurt him with. So I just sat there in silence until my brother came back out. "All better?" the man asked him. "Yeah," Noah said, way more relaxed. "I needed that more than you know. You were right, they were telling the truth about that ghost. She's really great at what she does. Did Rich give you problems?" "Just teenage attitude," the man said with a chuckle. "Nothing I haven't dealt with before." "Both of you can fuck off," I said, stomping back to the car. I got back there, fuming at how they were treating me. So I shouldn't have gone in there. So what? How was I supposed to know the ghosts would do that. No one told me. It wasn't like there were signs posted. And why couldn't I bring someone else in to do stuff with. That guy didn't know me or my friends. Noah came back a few minutes after me, grinning when he sat in the car. "Now that that's done, what movie do you want to see?" I narrowed my eyes at him. "I want to go home," he said. "Not happening for at least an hour," he told me. "We need to be out for at least as long as a movie. Do you want to go see one or sit in the car here? I just got my dick sucked, so I could just take a nap here." "Fine, let's go to the movies." ^^^ You can contact me at jaycemarvel501@gmail.com My Discord server at https://discord.gg/kVUrhJ7 I wanted a place where people could not only talk to me, but to each other. It's not hopping yet, but I'm still hopeful it can grow. It's where I post status updates, so if there are any delays, they'll be posted there.