Haunt Me Then: A Ghost Story

by Adam Charles

  “We love you, too. I love you,” Heath said. “So much.”

  James gave him a shaky smile. “I feel hands on my shoulders.” His eyes went wide. “And I think I just felt a cock rub against my ass.”

  “If only I could give you more,” Malcolm said. “He’s right. I love you, too.”

  James gasped, and Heath smiled. “He give you more than just a little rub?”

  “He kissed me. I know you said he does it with you sometimes, but he’s never done it with me.”

  Heath smiled. “Yes. I love it when he does that.”

  “I can’t talk much more, but we both want to make love to you,” Malcolm said. “That all right? Me inside Heath tonight?”

  “Mmmm,” James said, “both of you fucking me? Sounds heavenly.”

  Malcolm chuckled. “Just you wait.”

  Heath felt Malcolm enter him, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. James was smaller than he was, so he did what he’d wanted to do for a while. He swept James up into his arms and slowly carried him to bed. As soon as he’d laid James down, the younger man began ripping at both their clothes. They got naked faster than they ever had before, and Heath pinned James to the bed and kissed him with all the love he had in his heart. They wrestled together, James trying to get free but Heath never letting up.

  As Heath kissed and nipped down James’s chest, James sighed and said, “Nothing like being ravished by two gorgeous men.”

  Heath toyed with James’s nipples. He’d gradually learned, with a little help from Malcolm, how to judge by James’s sighs and cries when to pinch, when to bite and when to lick. He loved giving James all the pleasure he possibly could. Heath slowly inched closer to James’s cock, wanting to taste his cum. He could feel Malcolm’s pleasure as well, the way he could when he touched himself while Malcolm was inside him.

  Help me please him, he said to Malcolm.

  Heath felt Malcolm give his assent, though he couldn’t say exactly how he knew it had been given. He pumped James’s cock and then started licking him. Soon, it was as if he was being led by Malcolm. He licked and nipped at the shaft in new ways, ways that made James cry out. He teased a little spot just under the head of James’s cock with his tongue and then his teeth, and then he took James’s shaft down his throat as his fingers went to James’s pucker. Without even penetrating, he made James groan and murmur both of their names. James’s hand gripped the back of his head, and then the man arched and came.

  Heath swallowed all of it, choking a bit but not relenting. He licked his lips as he crawled back up James and kissed every inch of skin he could. “We love you. We love you so much.”

  James tangled his fingers in Heath’s hair when they were face to face again. “And I love you. Both of you.”

  Heath let the kiss go on as long as James wanted, even though he ached to be inside James. When he felt James grow hard again, he went to his nightstand. “I got us something. For both of us to use.”

  Heath showed James the object. “It’s a sort of dildo sleeve. I slide it on, and my cock is cradled in this little channel on top. It’s kind of like being fucked by two cocks.” He handed it to James. “So, it would really feel like two men were inside you. Or me.”

  James handed it back and smiled. “I imagine it sometimes. When I’m alone. Me between the two of you.”

  “Then let us make love to you,” Heath said.

  James kissed him and then got on his hands and knees on the bed. Encouraged by Malcolm’s praise from before, Heath rimmed James slowly, enjoying his lover’s moans and the wicked, erotic way Malcolm whispered in his head to encourage and guide him. Heath prepared Jacob for a long time, teasing him and making him moan as he began to lube his channel. He stretched him and then rubbed the dildo against him. “I’m gonna slide it into you. Get you warmed up.” He sighed. “Malcolm is loving this. He’s wanted to make love to you, but he worried it would hurt your feelings. Says you love him inside you so much.”

  “I do. It’s amazing being one with him.” He turned to look into Heath’s eyes. “Malcolm, I’ve wanted this, too. But I knew how much you wanted Heath. And I loved fucking him with you.”

  Heath chuckled as he held James’s hole open. “Then let’s all agree to share more.” He slid a couple of inches into James. James pushed back and moaned, and that put an end to any conversation except for incoherent murmurings. Heath worked the dildo all the way in, loving how it stretched James wide. He fumbled a bit as he put the dildo on. He’d gone over the directions carefully and tried it on a few times to be sure he wouldn’t hurt James.

  As he slid into James finally, they both moaned low in their throats, and Heath felt his entire body tingling with Malcolm’s energy. As he slowly took James, he began to shake. He leaned down to cover James’s body with his, and he found that James shook as well. They shifted to kiss each other, and when he slid in to the hilt, they both lowered their upper bodies more as James’s arms gave out. James begged him not to stop, and Heath had no idea where one of them ended and the other began. He felt one with both James and Malcolm, and he whispered that he loved them both until James cried out his orgasm. Heath gasped as James’s channel clenched him and the dildo, and his cum shot from him in a heated burst. They collapsed there awkwardly, and he slid from James as carefully as he could.

  Both panting, they kissed and smiled at each other, laughing and caressing each other.

  “I loved that,” James said. “Adored it. Can’t wait to do it to you.” He sighed. “When I can move again.”

  Heath shuddered as Malcolm left his body, and he felt the ghost sigh.

  “I have to say,” Malcolm said, his voice low, “that was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Or experienced.”

  “And you only make it richer, Malcolm. More beautiful,” James said as he tightened his grip on Heath.

  “Indeed,” Heath said. He felt Malcolm kiss his lips, and then he saw James move as if Malcolm had done the same to him.

  “Sleep, my loves. I’ll be with you again tomorrow.”

  James snuggled against Heath, and Heath asked, “Think you’ll be sore?”

  “A little, but it’ll be a good kind of sore.” He kissed Heath’s chest. “I’ll be nervous, but it’ll be fun to do that to you.”

  “It’ll be fun to have it done to me.” He rubbed James’s back. “I loved seeing it slide in and out of you, seeing how wide it stretched you.”

  They were silent a while, and then James said, “I told my parents about you. Said I might be moving in soon. Maybe after I settle in, we can have them over? They can stay with Alan, and we can cookout. Walk in the woods. Let them get to know you.”

  Heath kissed the top of James’s head. “Sounds great.” He cleared his throat. “In the interest of honesty, your mom called Alan. And he kind of spoiled your declaration a bit. Said you told your parents you were in love.”

  Instead of getting upset, James only sighed. “I knew that might happen. It’s okay.” He pulled back to look into Heath’s eyes. “Did it surprise you?”

  “A little, but it also gave me a chance to think. To talk to Malcolm. Gave us a chance to clear the air. He said he knew we loved each other and said he loved you, too. Made me feel so much better. I couldn’t wait for you to get here.”

  “Gonna be hard to keep secrets around here, but I like that.” James slid his hand down Heath’s body and let it settle on the small of his back. “I want to be as close to you two as possible.”

  Heath sighed and laughed. “I am so fucking glad your car broke down in that storm.”

  James laughed. “I am, too.”

  Epilogue

  Heath smiled as he waved to James’s parents while they were backing down his driveway, and then he moved to put his arm around his boyfriend. James jumped, but then relaxed back into Heath’s embrace. Heath couldn’t stop himself from laughing. “They’re happy for you and seemed to love me. Plus, Malcolm didn’t cause any of the mischief he kept teasing you about,” Heath
said.

  James’s dad backed his car into the little turn around area partway down the drive, and Alan waved and winked from the backseat. They sped off down the long drive to get back to the road and go over to Alan’s house, where they would all meet up again the next morning for breakfast.

  James didn’t reply to what Heath had said, his gaze turned down to the book in his hand. His mother had brought along a brand new copy of Wuthering Heights for him, and James had been holding it for about thirty minutes now, probably enjoying having something to fidget with, especially after his mother had gone on and on before giving him the present about how romantic she thought ghost stories were. She’d also loved Malcolm’s portrait, repeating many times that he would make a perfect Heathcliff or Rochester. She’d explained to James three separate times that Rochester was from Jane Eyre.

  “Will she really check up to see if you’ve read it? I loved her, by the way,” Heath said.

  “I love her, too, but she can be a bit much.” James looked up into Heath’s eyes. “You said your parents are pretty quiet?”

  “Yeah, but they’ll warm to you.” He led James back into the house.

  “Now I’ll finally get to read Wuthering Heights,” Malcolm said. “Our dear lover here just rereads his favorite parts. I’ve only read about half of it.”

  Heath laughed. “I’d be honored to read it out loud to both of you. For a price.”

  James put the book down and slid his arms around Heath’s neck. “And what exactly were you thinking?”

  “Hmmm.” Heath took Jacob by the waist and pulled him close. “I’ll trade one chapter for one dance. With both of you.”

  James smiled up at him. “Malcolm? Whatcha think?”

  “Sounds perfect,” came Malcolm’s low reply.

  Heath held James tighter as the man shuddered at Malcolm’s entry.

  “There’s no music,” James said, his eyes going a bit darker, as they always did when Malcolm was inside him.

  Heath began to sway. “Like we need it.” He held one of James’s hands to his heart with one hand and slid the fingers of his other hand just under the waistband of James’s jeans at the small of his back. James slid his free hand up under Heath’s shirt and lazily ran his fingers up and down Heath’s spine.

  Sighing as they moved together, Heath kissed James’s temple and then his cheek. “I love you both so much.”

  James turned his head to brush his lips to Heath’s neck. “And we love you.”

  Heath gave the portrait a glance before looking down into James’s eyes and pouring all of his love and longing into a deep kiss that eventually brought them down to their knees to slowly make love on the floor. Afterwards, Heath lounged against some cushions they’d pulled down onto the rug, sated and content with James in his arms. With his human love in his embrace and his ghostly lover engulfing both of them in his warm, comforting presence, Heath kept his word and softly read them both the first chapter of Wuthering Heights.

  The End

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  Read on for an excerpt from Taken By Hades:

  Hades stirred in the darkness.

  Rising from his throne, he approached the mirror and waved his hand before it so he could see what was happening in the world above. The village fete had grown livelier, and he knew it was because Demeter, the goddess of the harvest, had made an appearance. He watched the people crowding close to her, but then he searched for the one he truly wished to see. A flash of golden curls caught his eye, and he focused on Persephone because he knew her brother might be near.

  Arion.

  Hades had been unable to stop thinking of the youth, who constantly brought nymphs and mortals alike into the fields near the entrance to the Underworld so he could rut with them. After years of this, Hades could control himself no longer. He wanted Arion for his own, and he would defy Zeus himself to claim him. Young Arion would soon find out what it was like to be fucked by a god.

  “Come,” Hades said to the shadows. “I have a task for you.”

  One of his servants materialized from the darkness, his body made of shadow and his eyes glowing red. “Yes, Lord Hades. What do you desire?”

  Hades turned to the shadow creature and cupped his face in both hands. He closed his eyes and pictured what he wanted. When he opened them, he smiled. The shadowy form had changed and become a slender, lithe youth with blond curls and bright blue eyes. He had full lips and a very large cock. Hades waved his hand and clothed the youth in simple linen garments so he would blend in with the other villagers.

  Pointing to Arion, Hades said, “I want you to seduce him. Tempt him. Entice him away from the others. I wish to see him touch you.”

  “As you wish, Lord Hades.”

  “When the moment is right, I’ll step in.” Hades turned to admire Arion again. “He will soon be your master as well. I intend to take him as my consort.”

  His servant bowed and moved toward the door to the throne room. It wouldn’t take more than a quarter of an hour for the shadow creature to be ferried across the Acheron and walk up to the surface. Until then, Hades had to endure watching Arion flirt with all of the eager young women flocking to him.

  Arion towered over them at six feet tall, and his broad shoulders and muscular build made men clear a path for him, even before they knew who he was. Hades couldn’t wait to have all that power and strength pinned beneath him. Standing nearly seven feet tall and heavily muscled himself, Hades often overwhelmed mortal women and nymphs alike. Not that any of them had ever objected, he thought with a smile.

  Arion laughed as he took a piece of fruit from a young girl, and Hades felt jealousy boiling in his blood as those bright green eyes flashed at another so flirtatiously. Never before had he been jealous or cared that another had touched someone he desired. But he’d awoken hours earlier unable to stand it any longer. Once he had confirmed that Arion was willing to touch another male, Hades would bring Arion to his bed and claim first his body and then his heart.

  * * *

  Arion ran a finger along the girl’s jaw. She rubbed his thigh and beamed at him. “Would you like more wine?” she asked as she caressed his hand and took the empty goblet from him.

  “Yes, my dear, that would be lovely.” He leaned back against the tree and watched her go, and the sway of her hips made him smile. He cast his gaze about and noticed someone watching him, a youth he’d never met before. The young man’s startling blue eyes held desire, and Arion wondered who he might be.

  Arion rose and touched the shoulder of Daniel, the blacksmith’s son. “Who is that?” he asked.

  Daniel looked at him. “I don’t know, but he seems intent on introducing himself.”

  Arion watched the youth approach, and he distanced himself from the others. “Seeking to make the acquaintance of a demigod?”

  The youth licked his full lips. “I watched because you’re so handsome. I had no idea who you were.” He bowed low, looking up through lowered lashes. “Forgive my impertinence.”

  “You’re not from this village. I’m Arion, one of Demeter’s children, and I’d have noticed you before.”

  “My name is Hypno. I’m a traveler.”

  “Are you seeking something in your travels?”

  Hypno let his gaze wander over Arion. “I wasn’t, but now I wonder if the Fates brought me here.”

  “Do you?”

  Hypno nodded. “If you wish to converse m
ore, I’m going to explore the woods.” He sucked in his lower lip. “I would love to have you join me.” He brushed against Arion as he walked away.

  Arion watched him go, and Hypno looked back twice. The young blond had a certain allure, and anyone could see he wished to entice Arion. The maiden from earlier returned with his wine, and Arion took it and smiled down at her. Her adoring smile enchanted him, yet it had been years since he’d had a taste of another man. He’d always feared his mother finding out he enjoyed both sexes equally. Since she was a fertility goddess, she would wish for him to rut with females. She guarded Persephone and tried to keep her pure and chaste, yet Demeter encouraged her sons to spread their seed far and wide.

  “Is there anything else you desire?” the girl asked.

  Arion tried to recall her name. Mirabelle, he thought, but he couldn’t be sure. “No, my dear. Perhaps another time. There is someone I must talk to.” Seeing her disappointment, he took her hand and kissed the palm, even nibbling at her wrist. “Perhaps when they light the fires this evening, I’ll come find you?” Even if he did enjoy himself with Hypno this afternoon, there was no reason to deny himself the joy of sinking into this beautiful girl later.

  “I will look for you,” she whispered back at him.

  He drained his wine and gave her the goblet before heading off into the woods. Arion walked until he came to a clearing, and he found Hypno lying there staring up at the clouds. He sat up when he heard Arion approach.

  “I’m glad I made my desire known,” he said softly. When Arion was close enough, he got to his knees and touched Arion’s thighs, his eyes hot with lust.

  “I may be a little rough. It’s a long time since I enjoyed a male, and I’m quite strong,” Arion said.