A Ghost of a Chance

I looked at him in the lamplight for a moment before swinging the door open.

"Come in." I said. "Only because I'm dying for a glass of wine."

He grinned and stepped inside and then followed me into the living room. I moved some of the books off of the sofa and we both sat down. He had a corkscrew on his keychain and he opened the wine and poured us each a glass.

"I don't know what kind of snacks I have." I said. "Maybe some cheese?"

"Let's just enjoy the wine." he replied.

"I haven't eaten much today. It may go to my head."

"I'll be right here in case you decide to do anything silly." he said, grinning.

I set the wine glass down and said, "Are you always this obnoxious?"

"Only when I'm nervous." he replied. "Actually, I came over to apologize for earlier today. When I see something I want that I'm not sure I can have, I tend to over do it."

I looked at his hand and I could see a fading groove where a ring had been on his ring finger.

"Does your wife know that you're here?" I asked.

'No, I'm divorced. Almost two months now."

"I'm sorry." I said.

"I'm not. Neither is she. The whole thing was a big mistake and when I finally admitted that to myself, we were both a lot happier. I still love her in a way but she's not what I need."

I took a sip of wine, wondering where this conversation was leading.

"This is a really nice room." Gene said, looking around. "It feels calm and homey. And you can hear the ocean outside."

"The two fellows who lived here, they must have been a lot like me. I've never felt so at home anywhere."

"I think they must have been a lot like me, too." he said, gazing at me.

I was debating telling him it was my bedtime so he'd need to leave when he picked up one of the library books.

"What's all of this?" he asked. "Are you taking a class?"

"I was just reading up on something." I said. I was beginning to feel the effects of the wine, making me feel warm and loose limbed.

He picked the books up from one of the stacks and looked at the title of each in turn.

"Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts." he said. "Are you planning on holding a séance?"

Could I summon up Henry and have him take Peter with him when he left, I wondered?

"Just a sudden interest." I said. "Why are you here?"

"So much for subtlety." he said. "I'm here because I'm lonely and as soon as I saw you this morning, I knew I wanted to get to know you better. Much, much better, if possible."

"I'm not exactly interested in becoming another notch on the belt of a small town Lothario." I said.

"Maybe you should stick to local conquests."

His face flushed and I could see that he was angry.

"I don't have any notches." he said. "I never cheated on my wife, even when I was tempted. I had a few experiences before I was married but that's it. Maybe I should be worried about being the conquest of a big city asshole instead."

He turned away to look in the opposite direction and finally I said, "I apologize. Up until just a while ago, I was in a relationship, a long, long relationship. I'm not used to playing these games any more."

"Then let's not play games." he said. "What happened? Divorce?"

"He died." I replied. "After a long and horrible illness. I'm still not coping very well."

His face softened and he said, "I really am sorry. You were together a long time?"

"Just over twenty years." I said. "He had a genetic disease and it got progressively worse." The wine had loosened my tongue and I could feel tears behind my eyes. "I'd better not talk about this anymore."

"That must have been really tough." he said. "And a really horrible experience. That's why you came here."

"I needed someplace different, someplace that didn't have any memories. And, I wanted to be near the sea. It feels like it could protect you if you needed it."

He smiled and said, "Most people are afraid of the sea. They'd be afraid of living in this spooky house, too."

"I guess I'm not like most people, then. I felt at home here as soon as I walked through the front door."

He slid his hand over the cushions and grasped mine.

"You certainly aren't like anyone else as far as I'm concerned." he said.

"Are you being romantic now?" I asked.

"I'd like to be. I'd like to be very romantic." He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed my palm. I hadn't been kissed in a very long time and I could feel heat course through my body.

"Plying me with wine so that you can take advantage of me?" I asked.

"If that's what it takes." he said. "But I'd really rather we take advantage of each other."

He forcefully pulled me over to his side of the sofa, reclining so that I was on top of him. When he started to kiss me, I didn't resist. I hadn't been kissed like that since I was teenager. His tongue probed my mouth and because of the wine and because it was him, I couldn't help but respond. Our bodies fit together perfectly and I simply abandoned myself to the process.

Lying on top of him with his tongue in my mouth, my cock was hard as iron and I could feel his dick rubbing against mine. Then, suddenly, Casey came to mind and I struggled to stand up.

"This is a bad idea." I said and started to walk toward the hallway.

He leapt up behind me and wrapped his arms around my torso, holding me against him. I could feel his stiff cock against my ass.

"I think it's a great idea." he said into my ear. "I think it's the best idea I've heard of in years."

I couldn't help but lay back against his body.

"I'm really fucked up." I said. "I think I'm losing my mind."

"Have you had the urge to stab anybody or choke them to death?" he asked.

I laughed and said, "No, nothing like that."

"Then I'll take my chances." he said. "Why don't you invite me to spend the night?"

"It's been a long time, I can't guarantee anything."

"Why don't you let me worry about that?" he replied.

It was hard climbing the steps. He was entwined around my body and didn't want to let go. Every few steps he'd stop to kiss me kiss my neck; run his hands over my body. It's a wonder we made it upstairs at all.

I directed our bodies into my room where Gene turned me around while standing in the middle of the floor. He started kissing me again, his passion undiminished, and our stiff cocks ground against each other. We must have stood that way for 15 minutes, our mouths glued together and each of us cupping the cheeks of the other's ass.

He broke our oral connection so that he could pull my tee shirt over my head, and then arched his head back to look at me.

"I knew you were in good shape but I didn't think like this." he said as he stroked my hard chest and tight stomach.

"I haven't been to the gym in at least 6 months." I replied.

"Then I can't wait to see you when you get back into the habit." he said.

He lowered his head so that he could lick each of my hard nipples, and then nibbled at them, causing my cock to lurch against him.

He pulled me over to the edge of the bed and sat down in front of me. I didn't resist as he unbuckled my belt and eased my zipper down, then lowered my trousers to the floor. My tight jockey shorts were straining to hold my cock in and when he put his thumbs into each side of the waist band and pulled them down, my stiff cock flopped out and stood straight up.

Gene wrapped his hand around my cock shaft and said, "Well, hello to you too, big boy. Very glad to make your acquaintance." He cupped my ball sack in his other hand while he stroked my cock.

"Your turn to get undressed." I told him and pulled him to his feet.

I unbuttoned his soft chambray shirt until it hung open. His muscular chest was covered in a mat of dark hair that reached from his collar bones to his belt. I stroked the warm fur and he almost purred with pleasure. His hard pecs each had a stiff pointed nipple and when I lightly pinched one, his hips pressed hard against mine.

I sat down where he had been and began to unbuckle his belt. When I looked up at him, his eyes were closed and his face was pointed at the ceiling. I slowly unbuttoned his pants waist, and then very slowly lowered his zipper so that he could feel my hand moving over his hard crotch. When I lowered his pants, he wasn't wearing any underwear. His fat cock was at least as long as mine, maybe even longer. His hairy ball sack held a pair of large orbs that I couldn't resist lifting in my hand to feel their weight. The entire front of his body was covered in that rug of hair from his neck to his balls and I snuggled my face into his pubes, his stiff dick against the side of my face. He smelled delicious, a combination of male musk and soap.

He reached down and hauled me to my feet, hands beneath my armpits and began to kiss me again. His ass cheeks in my hands felt even better now that they were bare and I let one finger slide into his hairy ass crack and explore. His hands, meanwhile, were both deep in the valley of my ass, spreading my cheeks open.

He pushed me back so that I fell onto the bed with him on top of me. He kissed me even deeper, his hands roaming over my body. When I grasped the hot shaft of his dick in my hand, he rolled me over on the bed so that I was now on top. With my other hand I cupped the back of his head so that I could devour his mouth like I was eating a peach. He lay totally submissive beneath me until I began to kiss and lick his neck, then he turned us over again so that he could pin me down. Holding my stiff cock in a tight grasp, he began to explore my ear with his tongue, causing me to buck under him and cause the bedsprings to squeal.

"Weak in the ear." he whispered. "I'll certainly remember that."

I brought my hands up to his chest and stroked the hair until I located his stiff nipples, then tweaked each one with my finger tips. His hips arched against mine, causing the whole bed to bounce.

"Hot wired nipples." I whispered back. "Now I know your weak spot, too."

"Can I suck your dick?" he asked.

"Only if I can suck yours back."

We disengaged our arms from around each other and he swung his body around so that we were laying head to toe on our sides. His big stiff dick was in front of my face, his heavy balls hanging off to the side and almost reaching the mattress. I could feel the heat radiating off of him on my face.

I gasped when I felt his warm mouth close around my cock head. It had been a very long time since I'd felt that. His lips slid down my shaft until I could feel the satiny back of his throat running against my dick head.

I stuck out my tongue and as I held his burning cock shaft in my hand, I began to lick the clear juice that was running out of his piss slit. He moaned and thrust his hips forward. My tongue played over the wide head, tracing patterns on his flesh. He kept up a low crooning moan. When I closed my mouth around the plum shaped head, his whole body jumped. It felt as if his cock had been specially made to fill my mouth.

His cock had a salty flavor mixed with a taste that reminded me of apricots.

I rolled him over so that my knees were on either side of his head and I was hovering above him.

Gripping the big stiff cock by the base, I began to bob my head up and down on it, forcing as much meat as possible down my throat. At the same time, I began to fuck his mouth, using my hips to slide my cock in and out. He grasped my ass cheeks and encouraged me to go deeper. My balls were resting on his face and he used one of his fingers to stroke my ass hole, visible to him between my wide spread cheeks.

I rolled over again, this time so that he was on top. He began to slide his mouth up and down on my cock and fucked my mouth as I'd done his. I popped his cock out of my throat so that I could take one of his big balls in my mouth. I ran my tongue over it and pulled it tight in the sack. When I let it pop out from between my lips, he jumped with pleasure. Holding his stiff cock and stroking it, I sucked and tongued his other round nut. I could see his tightly puckered ass hole, pulsing with pleasure and after I released the second ball, I began to lick his taint.

He rocked his body on top of me, taking my cock far down his throat. When my tongue lapped his hot hole, he almost levitated off of the bed. I used my tongue to lick the tiny hole like an ice cream cone and he soon started his moan again. When I stiffened my tongue and speared it into his pucker, he released my cock from his mouth so that he could let out a throat deep groan. I pulled his hips back so that he was sitting astride my face and my tongue fucked his ass like a prick. He rode up and down, moaning the whole time.

After a time, he leaned forward and sucked my dripping cock back into his throat. I grabbed his steely dick and swallowed it almost to the root. We were both close to cumming, his balls tightly clutched against his body, mine being manhandled while my cock was serviced.

We came at exactly the same moment. I arched my body up to feed him my dick while pulling his hips down to force more of his cock into my throat. He released such a flood of hot juice that I had trouble swallowing fast enough. At the same time, the long pent up load of cum that burst out of my balls had me seeing stars.

The two of us curled together, nursing each other's shrinking cock. I wanted every drop of him and apparently he felt the same way about me. I didn't take my mouth off of him until he was entirely soft.

He sat up and said, "Come 'ere, you!" while grabbing my arm and pulling me up next to him.

Lying face to face, he first kissed me. I could taste my cum on his tongue.

"I thought I knew what it was like to be with a man but no one ever gave me an orgasm like that before." he said.

"Just one of our friendly services." I replied.

His hands began roaming over my body again, massaging and squeezing until they came to rest once more cupping my ass cheeks.

"I want you to fuck me." he said.

"I want you to fuck me, too." I replied.

"But I'm not prepared."

"And neither am I, I wasn't expecting any of this." I said while laughing.

"I guess we'll have to put it off until next time." Gene said.

"So, you're already planning a next time?" I asked.

He got a serious look, almost pissed off.

"I don't do hook ups." he said. "Did I misjudge the situation?"

"I don't know. I don't even know what the situation is. I told you, I'm fucked up." I said.

"Then we'll just have to explore the situation together." he said. "Right now, I need to get some sleep. I have to work tomorrow."

The thought that had been niggling at me all evening came again. Was Peter somewhere nearby, watching what went on?

I fell asleep snuggled up to Gene's hairy chest, inhaling his aroma. Several times in the night, we awoke to kiss each other, to caress each other's cock or to just pull each other close. Even so, it was the most restful night I'd had in years.

When I awoke it was dawn and Gene was fully dressed, standing beside the bed.

"I made coffee." he said. "You need to get better breakfast food, too."

He leaned down and gave me a deep kiss that made my cock stand up and take notice.

He grasped my stiff dick through the sheet and said, "That will have to wait. I like the idea of leaving you wanting me, anyway."

Hew turned and left, first down the stairs, then out the door and then I heard his engine as he drove away. I curled up and went back to sleep.

I didn't wake again until nine o'clock. After showering, I walked downstairs craving coffee.

In the kitchen, Peter was seated at the table when I walked in.

"My, my, my, my, my!" he said. "My old bed has probably never seen a night like that."

"I wondered if you were spying on us." I said.

"I wasn't spying. It was your fault. You kept thinking of me, just enough so that I was there but not all of the way. But I was there enough to see that gorgeous naked man."

"Do ghosts get horny?"

"After what I saw last night, can you blame me? Va-va-voom! What a body. And what a cock."

He looked at me for a moment and then he said, "You've got a pretty big cock, too. I wish Henry had been here so he could have seen you two in action. Is he spending the night again?"

"He wants to but we'll see. I don't know if I'm ready for all of this yet."

"You looked pretty ready last night. You really are crazy if you let that one get away."

"I've already told you, I don't need romantic advice from a ghost. Do you want a cup of coffee?"

"Yes, please. I want to experience that again."

I poured a mug for each of us and then sat down across from him.

"Did you and Henry have a good sex life?" I asked.

"What there was of it. We were always afraid that someone would find out, we could have been arrested. We did what we could when we could but we had to keep up appearances. When we were able to get together, it was like nothing on this earth."

"I'm glad." I said. "At least you had some happiness together before the accident."

He sat gazing into space for a few moments and then he said, "You know how the walls in my bedroom are made out of boards? In the corner, under the window, there's a board that can be removed down at the baseboard. It was my secret hiding place where I kept my most personal things. You should take a look."

"Would that be okay with you?"

"Sure, I got a pretty good look at some of your intimates last night."

He drained his cup and then rose and walked into the hallway. I thought that he'd return but he didn't.

I cleaned up the morning dishes and went out to the front porch. It looked like there might be a storm going on out at sea, the waves were bigger than usual and tipped with foam. A cool wind buffeted the house and me. The gray sky was filled with clouds that moved swiftly across the expanse. I hadn't yet experienced a storm here.

I sat on the porch as long as possible, thinking over the last 24 hours. I'd been celibate for a long time. Was I ready for a sexual relationship? Or, for that matter, any other kind? Would Casey have wanted me to stay faithful to him?

When the storm arrived it was with a vengeance. The rain came down in huge bursts, not separate rain drops. It was like someone was emptying buckets of water from the clouds.

I went indoors and sat for a while in the front room, watching the storm and the sea. The light had a silver sheen that I hadn't seen before and it made the room around me a different place.

It was after 4 PM when I remembered Peter's instructions regarding his secret hiding place. I went up to the bedroom and lit the lamp and angled the shade so that it illuminated the corner. At first I couldn't find the movable boards. It turned out that you had to grip the edge of the baseboard and pull before the space came open. It was dark inside and I didn't really relish sticking my hand into the opening but I did so. Inside, I could feel the cool surface of a metal box. I withdrew it from the dark tomb.

It was an oblong metal box that had once held a fruitcake, according to the painted labels. I carried it over to the bed and sat down with it on my lap. The lid didn't want to open and it was only when I pressed my nails along the front crack and pulled up that the top finally shifted.

The first thing visible was a stack of photos. I lifted them out and began to look at them. The first several were of Peter and Henry together and separately out on the shore. They both wore heavy looking bathing trunks that were cut high at the waist and leg openings that were similar to old fashioned jockey shorts. Even though they were so bulky, they were kind of sexy.

Peter and Henry had both had slim bodies that were very different from today's gym toned physiques.

They both had no body fat but their muscles were flat and smooth, rather than bulked up. Neither of them had noticeable body hair and they seemed very pale.