Date: Sat, 31 Jan 2004 21:56:12 +1100
From: rfb1982@hotmail.com
Subject: The Voice - A story of the unknown

It started initially the day Shannon answered a phone call at home, the
caller telling him of things only he knew about, or thought he did. Who was
that voice, who did it belong to? As time progressed, Shannon became more
familiar with the voice, divulging things about himself no one else knew
until... Read on for a surprising conclusion.


Chapter 1 -- An Unusual Phone Call


Shannon, seventeen years of age, handsome, five feet nine tall, dark hair
with blonde tips and slim athletic build, considered an exemplary student at
his school. His folks and two brothers were out this particular Saturday,
doing something that had been planned for some time. Shannon didn't consider
himself gay, he had a couple of girlfriends at school, but he did enjoy his
private times with his middle brother, Kent, who shared his bedroom with
him. Kent was fifteen, almost as tall as Shannon and was one of the best
looking guys Shannon had ever seen, even if he was his brother. He had a
very similar build to Shannon, everything matching everything else and all
in perfect proportion. Their younger brother, Guy, had his own bedroom,
smaller than the others, but that was the way he liked it, being on his own.
Things had started between Shannon and Kent eighteen months earlier, Shannon
entering his bedroom after showering one evening to find Kent naked on his
bed, stroking a huge erection. At first Kent had been horrified to have been
discovered by his brother, but noticing Shannon's devil-may-care attitude,
had relaxed and continued what he was doing, in full view of Shannon who
just went about getting himself dressed. After five minutes, Shannon
considered enough was enough.

"C'mon Kent, put it away and go have a shower."

"I got nowhere to put it." Kent replied, indicating his nakedness. "Unless I
put it in your hand that is."

Shannon turned to Kent, their eyes locking together, and in that instant
Shannon realised there was nothing he wanted more right now. This was weird,
this was unfathomable, but he actually wanted to take hold of his brother's
cock and give him some pleasure. "Are you serious?" he asked.

"Yeah." Kent replied. "If you want to, I don't mind. Mum and Dad won't come
in while we're both here so it's safe."

"Have you ever let another guy touch your cock before?" Shannon asked.

"That's for me to know." Kent replied.

Shannon walked to Kent's bed and kneeled beside it, his eyes locked to the
six inch love muscle jutting from his brother's groin. `Jeez,' he thought,
`He's only just turned fourteen, that's not a bad cock for a kid, it's
bigger than mine when I was that age.' Not really realising what he was
doing, Shannon's hand strayed to his brother's cock, grasping it gently and
sliding gently from the head to the base, the hurried intake of breath from
Kent showing his appreciation.

"Orgh yeah Shan!" Kent purred. "You do that real cool."

Something inexplicable came over Shannon, something he couldn't explain to
this day. He had his brothers cock in his hand, stroking softly, but he
wanted to do more. He'd never been with another guy, never even thought
about it, but he knew he had to do more than just stroke. Without really
realising what he was doing, he leaned over his brother and took his cock
deeply in his mouth, rising to the base of the head before delving deeply
again. Kent couldn't believe what Shannon was doing, the sensations
generated in his cock almost too much to bear.

"Orgh my sweet fuck Shan!" He exclaimed, throwing his head back and lifting
his chest. "That's so cool."

Kent squirmed under Shannon's gentle assault, his hips gyrating, making
shallow movements in time with Shannon's action. Shannon continued, sensing
Kent's appreciation at what he was doing, happy to keep going as long as he
was enjoying it. Things didn't last long, the warm, sucking mouth all too
soon became too much for Kent.

"Gonna spunk Shan." Kent warned. "Mmmmmm, real soon bro, back off."

Shannon paid no heed to the warning, he'd gone this far so he might as well
continue, he was happy to taste what Kent had to offer.

Back off Shan, gonna spunk big time, orgh jeez fuck yeah... mmmmmmmm, argh,
argh, aarrgghhhhhhhhhh!"

Shannon felt the first, second and third charge injected down his throat as
Kent's adequate cock spewed it's contents, more following, running across
his tongue. It wasn't too bad really, slightly bland, slightly salty,
slightly bitter but not too bad at all and he swallowed all Kent had to
offer. Shannon still had no idea why he'd done what he had for Kent, but the
noises emanating from his brother had him realise it had been worth it.
Kent's chest was heaving as his lungs sought the oxygen they craved, he was
totally lost in the most incredible afterglow of his life. Several minutes
passed after Shannon backed off from his brothers cock, minutes while he
watched his brother recover from his almost trance like state. Finally,
Kent's eyes focussed on his.

"I can't believe what you just did Shan." He extolled. "That was totally
rad, I've never had feelings like that before. I don't believe you swallowed
it too, you swallowed my spunk, what's it taste like?"

Shannon was amused at the term spunk, typical young guy's term. "Firstly
bro, call it cum from now on and secondly, yeah, it didn't taste bad. A bit
salty, a bit bitter but it tasted like... well, it tasted like cum I suppose."

That had been the first time between them. The return was paid later that
evening, after they'd gone to bed, Kent lying face down in Shannon's bed
while Shannon's cock pulsed rhythmically between his slim thighs. It had
just seemed the right thing to do to Shannon, never having done anything to
anybody before apart from earlier.

Over the eighteen months since that first encounter, things had progressed.
Hardly a night passed without some kind of activity taking place, both of
them having experimented with anal about twelve months after the first
episode, both of them enjoying now it on a regular basis.

One particular Saturday, the folks, Kent and Brad, the youngest brother, had
gone out for the day, not being expected home until around six in the
evening. Shannon didn't have many chores to complete so he did these first
before playing battle games on his computer. He heard the phone ring and
made his way to the lounge to answer it.

"Hello, Shannon speaking."

"I know it's Shannon." The teenage, electronic voice said. "How are you?"

Shannon didn't recognise the voice. "Fine thanks, who's this?"

"I don't think you'll recognise my voice." The voice said. "We've never
actually met, but I know you quite well, really well actually."

"Is this some kind of joke?" Shannon demanded.

"No joke Shannon. I just thought it was time I contacted you finally."

This was somewhat unnerving for Shannon, who was this person on the other
end of the line, he certainly didn't recognise the voice. "I'm not with you,
how can you know me if I don't know you?"

"You'll find out soon Shannon, don't worry, I'm absolutely no threat to you
or your family, just be assured I know you and know you well."

Something in the voice had Shannon intrigued, there was something in the
tone that had him calm and relaxed, even though he couldn't recognise it.
"So how do you know me?" he asked.

"It'll all be revealed shortly Shannon, I promise you. I'll talk with you
soon, bye for now."

The phone line went dead leaving Shannon wondering if he really had received
the call in the first place. This was weird, he'd never heard the voice
before but he felt he knew it's owner, what the hell was going on here?
During the next several weeks, Shannon received a phone call almost every
second day, always when he was alone in the house. He didn't feel at all
disturbed by the calls, even though they revealed things he thought only he
knew about. The first of these calls was the strangest of all.

"Hi Shannon, it's me again."

"Hi." Shannon replied. "I was wondering if you'd ring again."

"You can't get rid of me that easily Shannon."

"Can you tell me your name?" Shannon queried.

"You couldn't pronounce my name Shannon, just call me Steve."

"Can you tell me something about yourself?" Shannon asked.

"I can tell you more about you."

"Like what?" Shannon was intrigued.

"Like that first time with your brother, nearly eighteen months ago now, and
all the times since."

Shannon was stunned. "How could you possibly know about that, nobody knows
about that, just me and Kent."

"And me. It was at seven forty seven pm on..." The voice told Shannon the
exact date and exact time of the first encounter. "You placed your hand
around Kent's penis before taking it in your mouth, much to his delight.
Then at nine forty two the same evening, you lay over Kent in your bed and
put your penis between his legs, thrusting until your climax."

Shannon was flabbergasted, how could anyone aside from Kent know of the
activities of that night, not even their folks had suspected. "How could you
possibly know that, no one knows that besides me and Kent."

"Don't worry Shannon, your secret's safe with me. I sensed your whole
performance and every one since then. It's alright, there are no worries,
you both do it for each other's pleasure, there's nothing selfish about it.
I will tell you though, you have a good style, Kent loves it when you do
things to him, you make him feel a part of you and I don't have to tell you
how you feel when he does things to you, do I?"

Shannon was absolutely dumbstruck. Here was someone he'd never met, telling
him of things he thought only he and Kent knew of; this was incredible,
almost beyond reason. "How do you know these things?"

"All will be revealed soon Shannon, don't worry my friend, as I told you
during our first conversation, I'm no threat to you or any of your family.
Keep up your actions with your brother, it's good for you and it's good for
him. I have to go now, I'll call you again soon. Bye for now."

The line went dead, again leaving Shannon wondering if he'd really received
the call in the first place. This was incredible, this was totally beyond
belief but there was no hint of panic, fright or fear within Shannon, the
voice didn't frighten him at all, just left him with a feeling of inner
calm.
The phone calls continued, always when he was alone in the house, never when
anyone else was there. He found himself becoming attracted to the voice,
finding a longing to discover it's owner. Was he a teenager like himself or
was he older? The voice certainly sounded teen in it's tone but there was
something about it, something calming and relaxing.
Shannon and Kent's activities continued for the next couple of weeks, almost
nightly, finding new ways, new positions, each of them happy to keep the
other contented with what they did, finding each night a new experience.
Strangely, Shannon's mind didn't dwell on the phone conversations, they had
become almost a part of everyday life and he found he was able to put them
out of his mind after each one, almost as if they had never happened. He
could feel within himself there would be a meeting soon, how soon he didn't
know, but he was looking forward to the experience greatly.


Chapter 2 -- A Mind Blowing Event


A long weekend was approaching, Shannon's folks and brothers heading away to
visit relatives the other end of the State. He'd been asked to go along but
declined the invitation, having too many assignments to complete for school.
He thought a weekend by himself would be just the ticket, he could finish
most of his assignments during the three day break.
Friday evening the folks and brothers left, telling him to make sure the
house was in order on their return and not to make any mess. The evening
passed uneventfully, although Shannon did almost expect a call from the now
familiar voice, being almost disappointed there wasn't one. His
disappointment didn't last long however, the phone ringing at precisely 9am
on Saturday morning.

"Hello Shannon."

"Hi Steve." Shannon replied. "I thought you might ring last night after the
folks had gone."

"I thought I'd leave it till this morning. Our meeting is very close
Shannon, I want you to do your studies today and keep your mobile phone
close by you. Will you do that for me?"

"Sure." Shannon replied. "You say our meeting is close, how close?"

"Just be assured it's very close Shannon, I can't give you a time or it
would ruin the surprise. I have to go now so keep your mobile nearby, bye
for now."

"Bye Steve." Shannon hung the phone up. He made his way to the study desk in
his bedroom, spreading his work out in order, keeping his mobile phone close
by, wondering why Steve had asked him to do this, he didn't know the numb...
Silly thought, Steve somehow knew everything about him.

Shannon studied until 1pm before having some lunch, returning to his desk
afterwards for more study. He found he was able to complete the vast
majority of his assignments by late afternoon, finally packing up his books
and sheets in their allotted folders. He was just about to make his way to
the kitchen to get a meal ready when his mobile phone rang.

"Hello Shannon."

"Hi Steve." Shannon answered. "I should've realized you'd be able to find
this number somewhere."

"Our meeting is now Shannon. Come to your lounge room, I'm talking to you on
your own phone."

For the first time, after all the time of listening to the voice, Shannon
felt discomfort at Steve's words, a chill of fear suddenly traversing his
spine. How could Steve possibly be in the lounge room, the house was locked
securely, how could he get in?

"Please don't be frightened Shannon, I want to meet you and I know you want
to meet me. Come to the lounge room and I'll explain things to you."

Steve's soft, calm voice immediately put Shannon at ease and he made his way
to the lounge room, still somewhat sceptical of what he might find there. He
entered the room slowly via the dining area, the closed curtains making the
room dim. In a recliner, he could see someone seated but could not make out
details. The hairs on his neck stood up, this was incredible, this was mind
blowing.

"Turn the lights on Shannon."

The soft voice again put Shannon at ease and he reached to the switch as
requested, flicking it on. He didn't believe the sight his eyes registered
before him, there in the recliner sat the most incredibly good looking youth
Shannon knew he'd ever seen; fine, short blonde hair in a very old fashioned
cut, a classic, sculptured face, large blue eyes, slim build and long, slim
legs, all beneath clothes that... well, they didn't belong in these modern
times. Shannon just stared at the picture of perfection before him.

"You're a good looking boy Shannon, a very good looking boy."

Shannon was speechless, try as he might words would not come, he just stared
unashamedly at the incredibly handsome youth. Finally. "W-where, h-how did
you get here?"

"How old do you think this house is Shannon?"

"I don't know." Shannon replied. "About a hundred years I guess."

"One hundred and seventeen. My parents had it built all those years ago."

"The cold shiver again crept up Shannon's spine, had this guy really said
what he'd heard. "Are you a gho..." He didn't get to finish the question.

Silvery, melodic laughter came from Steve. "That's what you modern people
call us I suppose, but as far as I'm concerned I'm real enough, even though
you haven't seen me before."

"But where do you hide, no, where do you live?" Shannon asked.

"In another dimension Shannon, that's why you were unable to see me."

"But you look real enough to me." Shannon said. "Why haven't I seen you
before?"

"I am real Shannon, let me try to explain. My parents had this house
constructed in 1886 and we lived here ever since I was a year old. I had a
happy childhood but in my early teens found myself attracted to other boys,
something that almost carried the death penalty back in those days. I
couldn't tell anyone, I had to keep my thoughts to myself, even though I had
a small circle of like-minded friends. I was seventeen, the same age as you
when I died from an attack of asthma one evening, the doctor unable to do
anything about it. I literally asphyxiated Shannon, unable to draw breath,
that's why I'm still here, waiting for my calling.

Shannon was incredulous, his eyes riveted to Steve's. "So you've been
watching me all that time? He asked. "Ever since we moved in here when I was
one year old?"

Steve's eyes returned Shannon's gaze, Shannon suddenly realizing the
significance of his question.

"You and I were precisely the same age, to the second when we first moved
into this house, and we were precisely the same age, to the second when we
met. The second you saw me in this chair, you were precisely the same age as
I was when I died. That's the significance of our meeting Shannon, I had to
wait for the exact second."

The revelation hit Shannon like a bomb shell, this was incredible, this was
unbelievable, or would be if Steve wasn't sitting a couple of feet away from
him. "Why did you want us to meet Steve?"

"Because of our similarities. We're the same height, we weigh the same, we
have the same build and we have the same thoughts towards other boys."

"But I'm not gay." Shannon explained. "I have two girlfriends so I can't
be."

"You haven't done anything with either of your girlfriends Shannon, but you
have with Kent. Wouldn't you admit you'd rather be with Kent sexually than
with either of your girlfriends?"

Shannon thought about that one long and hard, remembering the incredible
sensations he got as he slipped fully into his brother, whichever position
they chose. He couldn't imagine slipping into either girlfriend, even though
it would probably be cool; he could get them pregnant, he certainly couldn't
get Kent pregnant. "You're right Steve, I do find it preferable."

"Just as I did in my youth Shannon, I had girlfriends as well but never
touched them sexually, just my three male friends."

Shannon took three steps to the chair in which Steve sat. "Would you let me
feel you Steve? I know that's probably not all that polite but I just want
to find out for myself."

Steve's large blue eyes gazed into Shannon's. "You can touch any part of me
you like Shannon, and that means any part, I don't think you'll find I feel
any different to anyone else."

Shannon ran his hands over the shoulders, down the arms, over the hips and
down the long, slim legs. Steve was right, he was exactly the same as any
one else. Shannon felt a strong urge within him kneeling in front of Steve,
an urge to see him naked and perhaps even do with him what he'd done with
Kent all those months ago. It appeared Steve could read his mind.

"I know you'd like to see me naked Shannon, as I would you. Why don't we
leave it until after tea, then we can both see what we want to."

"But you've already seen me naked, haven't you?" Shannon queried.

"It's difficult to explain Shannon. I've sensed you, I've sensed you and
Kent having sex together but I've never actually seen you, at least not
until just over ten minutes ago."

Shannon smelled the delicious aroma of food cooking. "What's that smell?" He
asked. "I haven't been doing any cooking."

Steve flashed a soul melting smile, displaying his arctic white teeth.
"We've got to have a few surprises Shannon. I knew what you were going to
have so I got it ready."

"Will you have some as well?" Shannon asked.

Steve smiled again. "No need Shannon, I don't require food, it'd be
difficult to explain but food is not a necessity for me."

Shannon moved to the dining area, eating his meal, almost unable to tear his
eyes away from the picture of perfection sitting across the table from him.
"Is your skin very white." He asked.

"It's exactly the same colour it was when I died. It was towards the end of
summer, a beautiful summer spent largely at the beach, so no, it's not
white, it's quite well tanned."

His meal finished, Shannon washed up his plate, looking around for the other
utensils but finding none. "Where are the pots?" He asked.

"One of my little secrets Shannon, I don't have to use pots and pans."

"OK, I won't ask." Shannon mused. "Just let me say that was one of the most
delicious meals I have tasted, thank you."

"You're welcome. Where do we go to see what we both want to see? Ah, your
bedroom, the place you first took Kent."

Shannon led the way to his bedroom, entering and pushing the door to but not
closing it. It was a large room with high ceilings but had been modernised,
as had the rest of the house after his parents purchased it. Steve was
impressed.

"This was my bedroom, this is the room where I died but it didn't look
anything like it does now. Colours were not an option back in those days,
things were far more dreary and drab. I love the way it is now though,
bright and airy, your parents have good taste."

Shannon sat on his bed gazing at Steve, almost willing him never to leave,
he didn't want to lose his new friend, ever.

"I can stay until midday on Monday Shannon, as long as you want me to, after
that I have to return to my correct dimension. We will meet again after
that, I can guarantee it, but only on the occasions you are alone in the
house, I hope you understand. Now, if I'm right, I believe you want to see
me naked."

Steve began to disrobe, removing his jacket, shirt and singlet first before
concentrating on his trousers, undoing the belt, the top button and the fly
buttons before lowering them down his long, slim legs. Shannon was
awestruck, never had he seen anyone built like Steve, perfect looking, slim,
beautifully tanned and everything in proportion to everything else.
Shannon's eyes drifted to the perfect shaped knees as Steve kneeled to
remove his socks before taking his trousers off, sliding them from his
ankles before standing up again, noticing the questioning look in Shannon's
eyes. He didn't need to ask, he just smiled and slowly lowered his
undershorts to his ankles, kicking them off. Shannon's eyes were locked to
the sight revealed, six inches of straight, thick, circumcised love muscle,
rampantly erect, standing almost against his abdomen. He was perfect,
totally perfect.

"Thank you for the compliment Shannon. Now how about you, I'd like to see
you as well you know."

Shannon was galvanized into action, almost tearing off his clothing and
leaving them in an untidy heap on the floor. Steve was fascinated, this
modern clothing was a lot easier to remove than his. His eyes ran over a
naked Shannon, handsome, slim, tanned and perfect in every sense.

"I told you before you were a very good looking boy Shannon, I'll now change
that, you're perfect, absolutely perfect. My three male friends were
attractive but that's where it stopped, I never saw anyone like you, you
exceed even my wildest expectations."

Steve approached Shannon, standing close, his right arm encircling Shannon's
waist, his left hand behind his head. Shannon reiterated and their lips met
softly, their tongues probing gently for access, access being willingly
granted. They stayed kissing deeply for several minutes, neither willing to
draw back lest the magical spell between them be broken. Steve's hand
drifted to Shannon's six and a half inch love muscle, stroking it softly,
almost driving Shannon wild with passion. He knew he had to take Steve,
nothing could prevent it, and he knew Steve would be a very willing partner.
Finally, they drew apart, gazing into each others eyes.

"My bed I think." Shannon said. "That OK with you?"

Steve didn't answer, just drew back the covers and slipped between them,
still gazing sensuously at Shannon. Shannon rummaged in a drawer of his
bedside cabinet, soon locating the tube of lubrication he required, he
wanted Steve inside him like nothing else, never had he felt more passion,
even for Kent.

"How did you do it with your male partners Steve." He queried.

"There was only two ways in those days Shannon, either standing behind your
partner or with him on his hands and knees."

"Times have changed then." Shannon explained. "I'm going to show you things
that are so cool, you won't believe them."

Steve smiled. "I love the modern expressions. In my day cool meant just
above cold, now it appears to mean something pleasant or good."

Shannon climbed in next to Steve, taking the cap off the tube and getting a
generous amount on a finger. He massaged it gently around Steve's shaft,
making sure it was adequately covered. "I want you inside me first Steve,
I've never wanted anything more in my life." He massaged some more of the
gel around his pucker. "What did you use for lube Steve?"

"Lube?" Steve's answer was a question.

"Yeah, you know, grease, slippery." Shannon explained.

"Oh that. We used dripping or butter usually, even soap sometimes if we
couldn't get hold of the other. What's that you're using?"

Shannon produced the tube. "Especially made for the job." He said. "It's
called KY Jelly."

Steve shook his head in wonderment. "Modern times, what ever happened to
inventiveness."

Shannon lay over on his back, inviting Steve to lie on top of him, something
Steve was happy to comply with. They kissed deeply for several minutes
before Shannon opened his legs and lifted his knees, Steve feeling the
rotation beneath him. He took the meaning at once, his rampant shaft now
between the cheeks of Shannon's butt, Shannon's hand guiding it to where he
so desperately wanted it.

"Go slow Steve." Shannon requested. "Put it right in but go slow."

Steve rested above Shannon on his forearms, the warm skin of their chests
touching, driving Shannon almost to distraction. Never before had he wanted
anything like he wanted Steve and he cried out softly as Steve's shaft began
it's entry, slowly and gently until the blonde pubes were against Shannon's
butt. Steve began his thrusts immediately, slow and gentle, marvelling at
the sensations his actions were generating in his groin. He felt Shannon's
slim legs around him, the heels resting on his back, his arms holding
tightly as he continued his thrusts. This was new, there'd never been
anything as pleasurable as this in his day, warm skin to warm skin, the
ability to kiss comfortably, this was so much better than in those times. He
felt his climax approaching fast, gathering momentum within his groin with a
force he didn't believe, soon blowing it wordlessly and soundlessly into
Shannon who felt every explosive charge. He locked his lips to Shannon's,
their tongues entwined, knowing he'd never delivered a more substantial load
to any of his previous partners, Shannon had been better than he could have
ever imagined.

The rest of their weekend was spent mostly in Shannon's bed, trying new
things, trying new positions, experimenting with each other, finding
exciting new experiences to try. Nothing was left out, nothing was untried
and by the time Monday morning arrived, Shannon realized he was going to
miss Steve like nothing else when he had to leave.

Steve asked Shannon if he'd try one more internal before he left, he'd be
very grateful if he would comply with the request. They didn't get into the
bed this time, Shannon took Steve on top, entering him slowly, feeling his
smooth legs around his back until his climax peaked with a velocity he
didn't believe, knowing he'd never had a more substantial blow.

Midday approached and Shannon felt sad even though he realized Steve would
return, one day when his family were absent. Steve comforted him, telling
him he'd still be around even though he would not be seen, and the phone
calls would continue. Finally, at three minutes to twelve, Shannon
accompanied Steve to the lounge room, the place it had really all began.
Steve sat in the same chair after giving Shannon a deep, meaningful kiss,
telling him he'd see him again soon, asking him to leave the room. At
precisely midday, Shannon re-entered the room, hoping against hope he was
still there but there was no sign of Steve, he had gone just as he had said
he would.

The phone calls did continue, still always when Shannon was home alone,
still the same friendly Steve telling him of things he had done with Kent.
It would be several weeks before they met again, Steve knowing precisely
when it would be but giving nothing away, thinking it wouldn't be fair to
Shannon to do so.

So that's the story. Believable, why not? It's said there are more things in
Heaven and Earth, and that the Earth moves in mysterious ways. How could
anyone possibly question that?


The End (Conclusion of Story)