This series depicts MF and MM relationships as well as lots and lots of male spiritual possession. Considering that last part, I probably don't have to point out that this is entirely a work of fiction. Any similarities from characters in the story to real life people (from names to description) is purely coincidental. Also, considering that this story takes place in a high school setting, sexual activity amongst minors may also be depicted.
===================================== Ghost of a Chance by Quookies ===================================== Part One -Table of Contents --Chapter One: How it Happened --Chapter Two: Reunion --Chapter Three: To Feel
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Our story takes place in a medium-sized, quiet city known as Heaven's Brook. Located near the southeastern sector of the United States, not many people know of its existence, even in its neighboring cities. It's a dull, boring place, with the exception of maybe a few scenes of interests like a lush field by the train tracks where you can watch the sun set behind a grove of trees as it dazzles a nearby pond into a shower of sparkling lights. Still, not many people find a reason to stay in the city and have dreams of leaving for New York or Chicago. Most people uptown are able to make it in the big world or stay behind with a stable job, while downtown is far more delinquent, with many taking part in the underground market in drugs and eventually finding themselves in one of Heaven's Brooks' two prisons.
Still, I can't say I love this town. Well, in a way I am glad that I was raised here because in this way I was able to meet all the amazing people in my life. Just thinking about them makes me happy. I still say that Heaven's Brook is a bore though. Except for one thing.
You see, there's something about this city that makes it special, even though hardly anyone knows about it. Perhaps something way back in the annals of history caused its state, or maybe it was an act of the cosmos. But behind the scenes Heaven's Brook has always been susceptible to extraordinary and fantastic things happening in it. I guess I have these powers to thank, because if it wasn't for them I never would have been able to have this whole journey that I'm about to recount. I never would have gotten my second chance at life. And I guess I'm telling you this because, well, I'm not sure. I want to say there's a moral, but I can't quite put it in words. Oh well, I'm sure you can take something out of this on your own. But this is my story.
We'll begin on March 2, the day I died.
"Sean?"
There were people everywhere. The din of people talking, hooting, singing, and yelling, all while downing beer after beer after beer in red cups. The music pulsed throughout the entire house, some rap song with a guy that had an annoying voice. The whole floor was a mess with food and other junk all over it. Across the room I could spot a guy and a girl hooking up in plain sight. And I? I was sitting, alone, on this couch having downed my seventh beer. I don't even know why I came here, to this party filled with people I hardly ever hang out with, in the house of some guy I've never even talked to (never mind that he was one of those popular guys at school), in the middle of nowhere, downtown. And I had trapped myself, because I knew that I was too drunk to drive. Hell, driving over here while sober had been a nightmare of its own. But I guess I just didn't want to be alone on this night. The irony.
"Sean." I turned to face the person who had just sat down next to me and was pleasantly surprised to see a familiar face. "You don't look too great," Nathaniel stated.
"I know," I muttered quietly, taking another sip of beer.
Nathaniel grabbed my hand. "Come on," he said, and without resistance from me he pulled me up and led me over to the bathroom. The two of us went in and he shut the door behind him. Now that we had our privacy he continued. "So, are you going to tell me what's up?"
"David said that he would be here, but he flaked out at the last moment and now I'm stuck here," I explained with a sigh. My eyes scanned the surroundings. The bathroom was actually kind of nicely-made. While the floor could have used a bit of scrubbing, the room was warmly-lit by candles, with an ornate marble sink and white tiles on the walls.
Nathaniel frowned. "That can't be all of it."
I sighed again and looked at Nathaniel. While he wasn't at David's level, I considered him to be a good friend, and he was one of the few people who knew of my sexuality. After a pause, I finally decided that I could confide in him. "I can't get over Sarah," I said.
"I'm sorry, man." Nathaniel pulled me into a hug, pressing me tightly against him. I rested my head against his shoulders. The alcohol was making me feel a little bit groggy, and I felt safe and comfortable in his arms. "You two went out for a long time," he continued, "but we're still juniors. We're still young. That's plenty of time to move on and find someone else."
"Thanks," I replied. "But I think I really was in love with her. I mean, right now the feelings have died down, but I still think about her, and there are just some days when the feelings come back and I can't take it."
"Just give it time," Nathaniel said gently. "And try to focus on other things. Try to focus on other people." He pulled his head back so that he could look at me. Our eyes met, and suddenly, I became aware of a multitude of sensations. The warmth of Nathaniel's body as our arms were still wrapped around each other. The smell of his clothes. How close his face was to mine. My heart began to beat faster. I felt nervous, butterflies fluttering wildly in my stomach. There was a feeling deep inside me that pierced the alcoholic buzz and made me feel awake yet dreamy at the same time. And while I was making all of these observations, the two of us were silent, just gazing into each other's eyes. He had the same eye color as me, but his were brighter and full of life and compassion.
"I'm drunk," I suddenly blurted out.
"Me too," chuckled Nathaniel. "But Sean, listen. I just want you to know that I'm here for you, okay?" He smiled, and it sent a jolt through my spine.
"I know that," I said and smiled back, moving my face closer to his. He did the same, and before long our lips met. Currents swept through my entire body as I tasted him. I drank it all in, his touch, his smell, his taste, his looks. Even amidst the background thump of the blasting rap music I could forget that I was in some popular guy's house in the middle of nowhere. All that mattered now was that I was with Nathaniel. I was in a world of absolute bliss and serenity.
Then there was a knock on the door, pulling both of us out of our spell. "Hurry up! I gotta piss!" someone yelled from the other side of the door. Nathaniel wiped his mouth and answered, "Just use the bathroom upstairs, I'm gonna be in here for a while!" The guy outside groaned and we could hear his loud footsteps as he left. "Phew," Nathaniel said, then turned back to me. He began to look uncomfortable. "S-Sorry about that," he stammered.
"Uh... It's okay?" Suddenly the moment was becoming very awkward. We became silent, but it wasn't the same, romantic silence that we had experience just seconds before. That spark that had caused me to press my mouth against Nathaniel's was gone. The magic in that brief moment had disappeared without a trace. Hastily I pulled out my phone and checked the time. "Damn, it's getting late, I should probably go home."
"Oh, uh, okay. Are you sure you're going to be alright?"
I nodded and opened the door, making sure no one was watching before striding out with Nathaniel behind me. He followed me out the front door and I looked back it him. He looked down and his lips were pursed as if he was looking for something to say. He finally settled with a "See you later," and I returned the farewell and got in my car.
Through the city streets I went. Lost in my own thoughts, my mind shifted between Sarah, school, David, and above all, Nathaniel.
I was still in love with Sarah, I knew that. She was not only the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, but she also had a beautiful personality. She was sweet, fun-loving, smart, witty, and respectable. We really hit it off sophomore year, and I had dreams of a future with her that went beyond college. Hell, I thought that maybe we could have gotten married. But two weeks ago we broke up. It all started when I decided to come out to her. She was a little uneasy at first. She had no idea how to deal with something like this, something that I had keep hidden from her in our 6-month relationship. Even though Sarah was the coolest girl I had ever known, she didn't really have much experience dealing with homosexuals, let alone going out with a bisexual. Couple that with the fact that we were living in the southern part of the United States, where homophobia leaked into our environment throughout our entire life, I expected her to be uncomfortable with this. But knowing her, she would have been able to overcome these prejudices if she had truly loved me.
She would have. But then came the rumors. The timing was terrible, for they arose right after I had come out to her. Someone, I don't know who, had spread a false account of my cheating on Sarah. I don't even know how something with no evidence to back it up managed to get around and spread like wildfire, but Sarah definitely didn't take it well. She had always had issues trusting people, and even considering the possibility that I would cheat on her would shatter her. All of it was too much, and after a tear-jerking confrontation our relationship came to an end. I wanted to explain everything to her, but her mind was already set. My heart was broken, but damn it, I still loved her.
So then what was that whole thing that just happened with Nathaniel? I didn't even know why it happened. Even though Nathaniel was a pretty attractive guy, I had never looked at him that way. He was a friend, and nothing more. Was it the alcohol? Was I being desperate? But no. Deep down I felt that it was more than some random hookup. That feeling, that intense sensation of being swept over. What did it mean?
It was then that I became aware of what was around me. I didn't recognize the place at all. I cursed to myself for getting myself lost. Judging by the run-down looks of the area, I was definitely in the ghetto. Great.
A rolled to a stop at a red light. I looked out my window and saw that there was a man wearing a gray hoodie walking towards me. No one else was in the streets. As he came up to my window I got a good look at his face. He was a caucasian man, possibly in his mid 20's, with an unshaven, ungroomed look about him. Probably a homeless man asking for money, or so I thought. I didn't even consider the dangers of being this place. And so, as he knocked on my window I made the greatest mistake of my life.
The moment the glass went down he pulled out a pistol and pointed it right at my face. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he growled.
"Please, I don't have any money with-" I began but I was silenced by the sound of him pulling back the hammer.
"I think you're gonna be my bitch. You like that? You want to be a hero? You actually think this shit is real?" the man babbled. He wasn't making any sense! And as he glanced at his face I saw that his eyes were bloodshot. Shit, this guy was a druggie.
I was silent. I felt like anything that I said would only anger this guy. Through my peripheral vision I saw that the traffic light had turned green. The alcohol seemed to wash away as my mind got geared towards my own survival. I could floor the gas and try to get away, but a hundred doubts filled my head immediately. The sound of the car would only trigger the man's reflex, which would be too fast for me to be able to zoom away, especially at point blank range.
"Are you going to answer me, chicken-shit?" the man growled.
I gulped. "What do you want from me... I swear I will give it to you if I-"
"Shut up! I am tired of your shit. Fuck, do you think you're God or something? You fucking make me sick. Say your fucking prayers, bitch because-"
I slammed the gas pedal. I heard the sound of the gun firing.
You know that period between falling asleep and entering a dream? That's what it was like. I felt nothing. I saw darkness. My senses were dulled, and there was nothing to taste, touch, see, smell, or hear. I was literally in this void of nothingness.
I didn't really think much of it. I was tired. I tried to think of a lot of things, but even that was hard. All I wanted to do was rest. Time passed, but I don't know for how long. It could have been a few seconds. It could have been eternity.
I managed to remember a few things. I recalled memories of Sarah. Of how I was in love with her, and then the subsequent breakup. And then there was Nathaniel.
There was a tug. Suddenly, my thoughts got more rapid. Details of my life flashed before my eyes, just random events all over the years. Scenes from my childhood, scenes from high school, memories of camp and conversations I've had with my friends and the laughs and the tears I've shared. The tugging was getting stronger, and I felt that I was being pulled up, up. Higher and higher until BAM. In a flash of light I was standing on green grass with the sky above me and the suns rays shining down on me and the sound of cars passing by.
I looked around and realized by the sea of tombstones that I was in the cemetary in my town. But how did I get here? I closed my eyes and focused. My entire body felt numb, and I still couldn't really feel anything. Scanning my memories I tried to think of the last thing I remembered. The party. Nathaniel. Leaving the party. Meeting the druggie. The gun.
The gun. Shit. A sense of dread swept over me as I put two and two together. Opening my eyes I darted around and looked at the gravestone before me.
And I saw my own name.
"No, no, no, this can't be happening," I muttered out loud. I looked down at myself, wearing the same clothes from the night of the party. Sure, I was still totally visible, but there was no doubt that I wasn't alive anymore. My sense of touch was gone completely. I couldn't even feel the fabric of my clothes against my skin nor the weight of my feet on the ground. I also noticed that my sense of smell and taste were gone too, and I couldn't breathe at all, although I didn't really need to. On the inside I felt empty and weightless.
I was a ghost.
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Still in a daze, there was nothing left to do but walk. I slowly made my way into the street, not caring that there were cars zooming right through me. There were people walking by, and I waved right in their faces and yelled into their ears, but they didn't respond to my presence. I even tried touching them. It was weird, because while my hand did seem to make contact with them, I couldn't really feel it. It was more like my arm would just stop and I couldn't move it any further. Occasionally my hand would pass through them, but I couldn't do so at will. Giving up, I turned and decided that I should try to find people I knew. I felt a pang of sorrow and I realized how alone I was as a ghost. Sure, I can see all of the ones I cared about, but there was no way for me to communicate with them. No matter how much I cried out or reached for them, they would never acknowledge my presence. Never again would I be able to laugh with them, or have heart-to-hearts, or discuss the future or share moments of intimacy, or have movie-nights, or plan surprise parties and other events that I would be able to look back upon with fondness. It was too much. If I could I would have broken down into tears. But my desire to see someone, anyone from my past life, kept me going.
David's house was nearby, so I decided that I would go there first. It didn't really take that long, and before I knew it I was before his white, medium-sized house. I reached for the door handle and tried to twist it, but I couldn't get a good grip on it at all. My hand just didn't cause any friction. Pressing against the door I tried to focus on going through, and with a little concentration I suddenly fell right through and into the foyer of David's house.
Someone was coming. It was Alex, David's older brother. He was 21, well off into college, and apparently he had off and was home. Passing right by me without a thought, he turned to the stairs and called, "I'm heading out now!" "Okay!" I heard David's voice call from the second floor. And with that Alex left.
Slowly I made my way upstairs. I could hear David's voice. It sounded like he was having a conversation with someone. "Do you mind if I hit the shower? I feel like I need to wash off all this chlorine," I heard him say. It seems like he had just gotten off swim practice. But that was strange. The swim season ended a few weeks ago. I should know, because I was on the team. About halfway up the stairs David passed by with a bundle of clothes and stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Deciding to follow him, I passed right through the door and was welcomed by the sound of the shower running. David had already hopped in, with his clothes piled on the floor. I looked at the plain-white curtain, knowing that he was behind it.
David, my best friend since elementary school. We were extremely close, and luckily my feelings for him didn't develop sexually since he was straight, but nevertheless he had been very supportive when I came out to him and it only made us even closer. Did he know that I was dead? Surely people knew that I was at least missing. While I wanted badly to see him, I didn't want to see him miserable. Right now though, he was just taking a shower, so hopefully he wasn't just bawling his eyes out in there.
I took a peek inside, my head going right through the shower curtain. He stood to my left, back facing me and busy soaping himself up. Even though he was naked, I didn't even feel the slightest twinge. I guess as a ghost I couldn't even get aroused. There was something different about him though. His shoulders seemed wider, he looked taller, and his hair was definitely shorter.
I pulled my head back out of the curtain and sighed, lost in thought. Just standing there, waiting. It wasn't long before the shower went off. The curtain pulled back and there was David, naked and dripping with water. He jumped back, as if surprised by something, and I looked up. He was staring right in my direction, as if he were looking right at me. I turned around to scan for the place where his gaze fell, but it was just the toilet. Craning my head back, our eyes met. But it couldn't be. He couldn't see me, right?
And then he opened his mouth and screamed.
I was at a loss for words. It wasn't long before there was banging on the bathroom door and someone yelled, "David, what happened?!" The voice sounded a bit familiar. David didn't respond. We just stood there, gaping at each other. Then the door swung open and I saw someone barge into the bathroom.
It was none other than Nathaniel.
"David!" Nathaniel yelled. Then he too noticed me and he stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes widened in shock and his face went pale. There was the longest period of silence. Then, Nathaniel finally opened his mouth. "Sean?" he whispered.
"You see him too?" David asked, bewildered. Nathaniel nodded.
"Uh, hi guys..." Was all I could say.
"I don't believe it, you're..." Nathaniel walked up to me and attempted to give me a hug. Instead his arms passed right through me. "...You're a ghost..." he finished, sounding a bit crestfallen.
Suddenly David became aware that he was stark naked in front of two guys and he snatched a towel and quickly wrapped it around his waist. He stepped out of the shower and a faint smile appeared on his face. "But you're back, man! I can't believe it. I just can't. You have no idea how much we missed you."
From there it was catching-up time. The three of us were seated in David's room, talking about everything that has changed since I died. Apparently an entire year had passed, which would explain why both David and Nathaniel looked older. It was a bit disorienting, since everything up to now since my death was happening so fast. They started talking about me, and we went over some of our best memories together. One topic they seemed to avoid was my actual death, as it seemed like they thought I would be sensitive to the issue. But I was just happy to be with my friends again. And I was happy that they could see me and talk with me.
An hour passed, and Nathaniel had to leave. I decided that I would spend the night with David. We spent the rest of the day just talking, and before I knew it it was time for bed. Having completed all of his homework, David packed his backpack for the tomorrow, changed into an undershirt and boxers, then hopped into bed. I laid down right beside him. He yawned. "So what's it like being a ghost?"
"It sucks ass," I grumbled. "I can't feel anything."
"What do you mean?"
"I can't tell if something is hot or cold. I can't tell if something is smooth or rough. It's like I have no sensations at all."
"So you can't even get hard?"
"Nope."
"Damn, that really does suck."
"Tell me about it."
"Do you have any idea why you're here?"
"Huh?"
"I mean, do you have any unfinished business? The guy who killed you is still alive in prison you know."
"Oh." I said. I hadn't really thought about that guy a lot. Even if he was the one who spelled me untimely demise with no reasonable motive, for some reason I didn't really care. There was no hatred, no want to track him down and seek revenge. It was bizarre. "I don't know," I replied. "There might be a few things, but I'm just glad I got to see you and Nathaniel again. And I'm really glad that you two can see me."
"Yeah, I'm really happy too. Seriously, this is definitely the best day of my life so far," David said with a grin.
"Same here," I flashed a smile back. "But I just wonder if anyone else will be able to see me," I pondered.
"Well, we'll get to see tomorrow at school."
"Yeah."
Much to my annoyance, I found that as a ghost I was unable to fall asleep. David had already begun snoring, and there was nothing to do but sit for the next six and a half hours. I sat down by the side of his bed and gazed out the window. The stars were out, but the moon was nowhere to be seen. I contemplated going outside and exploring, but then I thought about how creepy that would be. I would be wandering around in the dark completely alone with no one able to see or hear me, and even though I didn't have a body to get maimed I couldn't help but consider the possibility of some supernatural spirit-eating freaks lurking around.
A moan coming from David caught my attention. I turned around and looked at my sleeping friend. Another moan escaped his lips followed by a sigh. He shuffled around and eventually the sheets slid off of him, revealing his boxers with an unmistakable tent pitched. Looks like he was having a wet dream.
I watched with interest but also with sexual indifference as his dream got more intense and his moans turned into grunts until finally with a satisfied "ahhhh" the tent in his boxers throbbed and white liquid leaked right through the fabric and dribbled onto his leg. David then turned onto his side to face me, his eyes still closed but with a contented smile on his face.
I was envious.
At 6:30 a.m. the alarm blared obnoxiously and David reflexively slammed it off with one swing of his arm. He yawned and sat up. "Good morning," he said groggily.
"Hey, guess what? Ghosts can't sleep," I stated frankly.
"Then what did you do all night?"
"I watched you."
"Creep." David rose onto his feet and walked out into the hall. I followed him into the bathroom. He stood in front of the toilet and looked at me with one eyebrow raised. "Do you mind?"
"Oh, sorry," I said, and I phased out of the bathroom through the door. I waited as he finished his business in the bathroom, went back into his room to get dressed and pack his school supplies, ate breakfast downstairs and then finally walked out the door. We hopped into his sedan and drove to school.
Unfortunately, no one else could see me as I found out once we arrived. I visited everyone friend and acquaintance of mine, but none of them could see me. It was definitely a frustrating moment for me. However, it was interesting to see how everyone had changed over the course of one year. Some had different hairstyles, some grew taller, some grew buffer, some got skinnier, and some dressed differently. Still, I couldn't help but feel down that I couldn't speak with any of these people and really play catch-up.
There really wasn't anything else to do. I wandered into the girl's bathroom to see what it looked like and managed to get a quick peek at girls' bushes as they pulled down their pants, but it didn't really matter since I had no penis to react to such a sight.
I was hoping that I would see Sarah, but Nathaniel told me that she wouldn't be back until tomorrow for she was at a college interview.
In all, the day was pretty much a disappointment. With everyone around I couldn't really hold a conversation with neither Nathaniel nor David since people would see them talking to themselves and think they were crazy. All I could do was watch as they talked and laughed amongst their friends, goofing around and having a good time. I felt pangs of sadness and jealousy.
After school it was time to hit the pool. Nathaniel had soccer practice instead, but we resolved to meet at David's house later that night. For about half an hour I saw my peers hop into a lane and swim back and forth. They did a few hundred meters of freestyle, then backstroke, then breast stroke, then butterfly. Eventually the sight got depressingly boring and I meandered my way into the boy's locker room. I sat down on a bench and looked around. My eyes scanned the lockers. One of the doors was wide open, but there was nothing inside. It was the locker I always used when I was alive. I frowned. This whole "being dead" thing was really getting to me.
Someone walked into the locker room. It was Michael Vicks, a fellow senior. I've known him for a while now, but I never really talked to him. He was with the popular crowd and loved to go to bangers to get drunk and possibly score with some girls. As a guy who weight-lifted most of his teenage years he was extremely built. His muscles were the envy of many, but when it came to swimming his size was actually a disadvantage for he was as buoyant as a boulder. Still, using sheer strength he could hold his own in propelling himself through the water.
Michael withdrew a bottle of water from his locker and chugged a large volume of it. After downing the whole thing he tossed the empty plastic bottle into the trash can. Assuming that no one else was present he scratched his crotch and farted. I smirked. I guess being invisible to others allowed for some amusement after all.
Then something freaky happened. He walked over to the bench, right where I was sitting, and he began to lower himself. I was alarmed at first and felt the urge to move, but then I figured that I would just go through him. But as his butt lowered right into my lap I started feel these odd sensations. It was like warm water ebbing right through my body, and for a moment I could swear that I felt the pressure of myself seated on the bench. This startled me and before Michael's body completely engulfed me I scrambled to the side. I tried to process what just happened, and then it hit me.
How could I have not thought of it before? In movies, ghosts have always been able to do it. By stepping right into a living person's body they take them over, body and soul. When I felt my butt on the bench, it was actually me experiencing Michael's own sense of touch when I was partway inside him. If I could possess people, would I be able to feel and smell and taste again? Would I be able to know what it was like to be alive again?
The possibility excited me. I looked at Michael, now seated obliviously on the bench, and considered giving him a try. Yet my own sense of morality was nagging at me. It wouldn't be fair to steal someone's body and rob them of any time from their life. It was like the ultimate invasion of privacy. And what if they were still conscious when I took them over? What if they could hear my thoughts while I was inside them and realize that they've been hijacked by the ghost of Sean Thester? That would be... well, awkward, to say the least.
After evaluating all the risks, I finally decided that the right thing to do would be to at least ask permission before possessing someone. Of course, that would mean that I would have to ask David since he was the only one around who I could communicate with. I left Michael alone and waited until practice was over. David got dressed and we made small talk on the way home. It was only after we had gotten into his house and up to his room that I brought up the proposal.
"Hey David, I was wondering if, uh, I could try something..." I began.
"What's that?" he asked.
"Well, I want to see if as a ghost I can possess people," I stated, uncertain of how he would react.
"So you want inside me," David nodded with a smirk.
"Ha ha, yeah, if you want to put it that way," I retorted with a grin. "I'm desperate man. I want to know what it's like to have all my five senses back."
"Well, if I were in your situation I would definitely want the same thing, so..." David trailed off and scrunched his mouth contemplatively. Then he asked, "What are you going to do if it works?"
"I promise I won't do anything crazy, and I won't be in for too long," I said, and I meant it.
"Okay, I trust you." David sat down on his bed and threw up his arms. "Give it a go."
"Really?" I was a bit surprised that he was so easy to oblige. "I mean, you're not bothered by the idea of me controlling everything that you do?"
David just shrugged. "Come on man, you're my best friend. Like I said before, I totally trust you, especially when you were considerate enough to ask me about this first. And if this is gonna help you out, then I don't see why I shouldn't let you do this." Those words touched me, and I was truly glad that I had him as a friend.
Anxiously I stepped in front of David and turned my back to him. Then I sat down. To my disappointment, I stopped moving where his lap was. With a frustrated grunt I shifted around, trying to wriggle my way into him.
"Um, Sean, you do realize you're grinding me right?" David pointed out.
"Just give me a moment," I said exasperatedly. I closed my eyes and focused. I recalled moments where I've been able to go through doors, but this time I was to go through a human being. And then I sank right down into David.
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There was that same feeling I had before. It was like I was submerged into a pool of warm water. All of a sudden I was bombarded with a plethora of new sensations. I felt the bed underneath me. I felt my feet lightly touching the soft carpet. I felt the breeze coming through the window and brushing against my skin. I felt my chest rising and falling as I breathed in fresh oxygen. I felt the jeans and cotton t-shirt I was wearing against my skin. I smelled chlorine and the faint scent that belonged to David permeating through his room. I raised arms up to my eyes, examining them with wonder. I wiggled my new fingers and brushed against smooth, almost-hairless arms. Peering over my lap I saw a pair of thick legs and large feet that weren't my own. I inhaled through my new nose and realized that the strong smell of chlorine was coming from me.
After taking all of this in, I got up and walked over to the mirror. It was bizarre seeing the reflected image of my best friend rather than my own. I spent a few minutes making various motions and watching David's reflection mimicking me flawlessly. Leaning in closer to the mirror, I made a few faces, feeling all his muscles expanding and contracting as I did so. I ran his hand through his blond hair. It was a lot softer than mine. Then, darting his tongue around I explored the soft interior of his mouth and felt how different it felt from my own mouth. "Hello, my name is David Johnson," I said, feeling the vibrations in his vocal cords. I frowned. "Hello, my name is David Johnson," I repeated carefully. Odd. I was hearing my own voice coming out. David's voice was a little bit higher and softer. I also realized, upon closer inspection of David's face, that his eyes had turned from blue to hazel, the color of my own eyes. I guess these were all side effects of occupying his body.
I was so happy to be able to touch and feel and smell and breathe again. The flood of all these returning sensations had me feeling euphoric. David had just gotten off of swim practice, yet despite the slight soreness I felt in his muscles he was still full of energy, and I had to take it out. I walked over to his closet and pulled out a pair of black athletic shorts. I pulled down his jeans so that I could change into them, but then stopped. Looking straight down at his underwear, I gulped. It was there, underneath those boxers. I could feel it too, now that it belonged to me. Curiosity got the better of me, and I slowly stretched out the waistband of David's boxers and took a peek. I've seen David's member various times before, but seeing it from this angle as if it were my own was a whole new experience. I wasn't sure if it was longer than mine, though him having a smaller bush of pubic hair made it look like it was. The veins didn't pop out as much, and it had a little bit of a larger girth. I reached a hand down to touch it and it immediately responded. A jolt went through my entire body as I experienced a thrilling sensation that I had missed so dearly. David's hormones raged through me and the urge to just stop what I was doing and masturbate was almost overwhelming. But I hesitated. Would David want me to be using his body like this? Forcing him to touch himself was like violating him. It had to be considered some form of rape, I reasoned.
So I let go of his boxers, letting the waistband snap back against his abdomen, and pulled on his shorts. I still had a raging hard-on, but I ignored it and put on some socks. I went downstairs, put on his sneakers, and opened the front door.
It was pretty warm outside, so I decided to take off his shirt. I tossed it by the foot of the stairs, and then started to jog along the sidewalk. Gradually I increased my speed before breaking into a run. It felt amazing. I was pumping my arms and legs, breathing lung-fulls of fresh air. The refreshing breeze brushed against my bare chest while the heat of the sun blared down on me, and before long I was working up a sweat. By the time I had run around the whole neighborhood and returned to David's house, I was drenched. Luckily, since David had been in the pool, his body reeked only of chlorine.
Up the stairs and into the bathroom I went. I stripped naked, then turned to the mirror and was greeted by David's glistening, naked body. David was average build, maybe with a little bit more buff, but he had no tone. He didn't have the same bulging, chiseled muscles that hardcore athletes had, and he had no body hair save for a little bit on his arms, legs, and pubes. Overall it gave him an undefined but smooth appearance. Unconsciously I placed a hand on his chest and started to rub it slowly. The sweat made his skin feel cool and slippery. Actually, it felt pretty good. I stopped when I noticed that I had given myself an erection, and hopped into the shower, closing the curtain behind me.
The cold shower water immersed me like an invigorating cascade. I gave a contented sigh and reached for a bottle of David's body wash. Taking a generous portion of the liquid into my hands I lathered it liberally over every square inch of David's skin. His body became even more slippery and I relished the sensation. When I brought the gel to his penis it responded by sending a delightful shudder throughout my entire body. My heart was racing. I could resist no longer. Grasping his member firmly with one hand, I slid up and down, moaning with pleasure.
I thought of Sarah, and what it would be like to be able to touch her naked body again. I replayed my one memory of having sex with her, the feel of my chest against her supple breasts, the feel of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy, the taste of her lips and tongue, the smell of her hair and perfume.
I recalled that fateful night, on that magical moment with Nathaniel where we kissed. Delving into fantasy I imagined us stripping and rubbing our naked bodies against each other. I imagined what his cock might taste like, and how it felt if his mouth was around my own, and how warm it must have felt to have my penis nestled within his anus.
My mind raced through other people I found attractive. From people at school to celebrities to neighbors to people I caught a glimpse of on the street that caused me to do a double take. I thought about fucking every single one of them one by one.
All these thoughts that I had pent up ever since I had risen from the grave, channeled into David's dick. In return, it gave me sensations that were excitingly new and foreign. I can't really describe it, but it was different from jacking off in my own body. It felt good, but it was a different kind of good I was experiencing. Eventually my thoughts became too much for little David to handle, and all that built up pressure was released in an explosion of cum that sent my mind reeling. I felt every drop flowing through his penis like running water, and then shooting out the piss slit like the squirt of a hose. Stream after stream kept pouring out, and I thought it was never going to end. Pure ecstasy. After the last drop of semen was pumped out, I turned off the shower. Throwing the curtain back I looked once more at my reflection. I was exhausted, and it showed as David's chest heaved up and down in an almost exaggerated motion. Grabbing a towel I dried myself off, put on David's shorts, and exited the bathroom feeling tired yet refreshed with the pleasant smell of his body wash still clinging to his body.
My timing couldn't have been better. The door bell rang once I strode out and I dashed down the stairs and checked the peephole. Smiling, I opened the front door to see Nathaniel standing before me. He, too, was shirtless, and having just arrived from soccer practice he was just as sweaty as I had been.
"Hey," Nathaniel said with a warm smile. I returned the smile and beckoned him inside. Closing the door behind him, I asked, "How was soccer practice?"
"Eh, it was alright. The coach didn't make us go hard since we have a game tomorrow, but we didn't really get to do anything fun," he replied. He looked around. "Where's Sean?"
"Guess," I answered simply.
Nathaniel looked puzzled. "Are you okay? Your voice sounds-" but he stopped in midsentence, squinting his eyes. He approached me slowly, all the while closely scrutinizing my eyes. "David's eyes aren't hazel," he stated incredulously. His mouth dropped a little as it hit him.
"I believe you wanted to do this to me?" I asked rhetorically, and I pulled him into an embrace. My bare chest pressed against his, and I noted how good it felt to meet skin with skin, especially when it was Nathaniel's sweaty body I was meeting.
"Wow," was all Nathaniel uttered when we pulled out of our hug.
"Yeah, I asked David if I could see if I was able to possess people, and it worked," I explained.
"It doesn't seem flawless though," Nathaniel said. "Your voice is still coming out of his mouth, and his eye color's changed to yours."
I nodded. "I kind of want to see if I can fix that. Let's see..." I cleared my, or rather, David's throat, and focused on the sound of his voice. I could almost feel his vocal cords shifting in his throat, and I willed them to change back to how they were usually arranged. Finally, I opened David's mouth. "Hello, my name is David Johnson." Then I grinned. The words definitely came out with a timbre different from my own voice.
Nathaniel grinned back. "Hey, you nailed it. That sounds exactly like David."
"Okay, now for the eyes," I said excitedly, now perfectly mimicking David's voice with natural ease. I squeezed my eyes shut and thought about the cool blue color that had always lit David's irises. Not hazel like mine, but blue. Bright blue. I opened my eyes. "Did it work?"
Nathaniel shook his head. "Nope."
"Alright, well maybe if I spend more time getting used to all of this I'll get it. But I guess I should give David his body back now. I did promise him that I wouldn't be in him for long." And with that, I closed my eyes and concentrated on separating myself from David. It took about thirty awkward seconds of me standing there silently, but then one sweeping moment I felt numb and physically detached. Taking the hint that this probably meant that I had successfully unbound myself from David's body, I took a step forward, and just as getting in had been like dipping into warm water, getting out was like pushing through the surface and back into the world of feeling nothing.
"Whoa..." I heard David say behind me. He looked a bit dazed, but within seconds he had regained his composure. "Oh, hey Nathaniel," he said. Then he looked at me. "I'm guessing that it worked?"
"Yeah, it was pretty cool," I replied. "Thanks for letting me use you."
"Right, but why am I shirtless? What did you do when you were in me?" he inquired, only now realizing his change of attire.
"I just went for a run and took a shower," I said, taking care to omit the part where I jacked off in his body.
"So you were looking at me naked then, weren't you? That's dirty," he teased playfully with a smirk on his face. But from the look in his eyes, it seemed that he knew I had done more than just look. There was nothing malicious about his stare though, so it was like he was saying, "I know what you did, but I guess I'm cool with it."
Nathaniel decided to take a shower, and afterwards he and David did homework together. All the while we conversed about many things. It was like any other day when I was alive, where the three of us would chill and talk about random stuff. For a while I was able to forget about my ghostly condition. It sure was great to have friends who could still see you when you were dead.
After a while, Nathaniel checked the time on his cell phone. "Well, I'd better get going," he said. He got up from his seat and started to pack up all his belongings. Once everything was stored away in his book bag, he looked at me. "Hey, Sean, I was just wondering if you wanted to spend the night at my place?" he offered.
I looked at David, who just shrugged. "You can go ahead if you want." There was a smug, sarcastic look on his face. "I mean, I'll have to try my hardest but I think I might be able to stand one night without you."
While David's family was hardly ever home, Nathaniel's parents were a bit of a bother. They always sent him on errands and chores, and by the time we were actually secure in the privacy of his own room it was 10 PM.
I learned that Nathaniel liked to sleep naked, and my presence didn't deter him from keeping up the tradition. As he threw off all of his clothes I didn't even think about looking away. Yeah, he was a little bit slim, but his muscles were shown clearly, and he had an impressive set of abs and pectorals built from intensive running and the occasional trip to the gym. . But what amused me the most was that he didn't even bother to hide the fact that he was sporting a massive boner as he crawled into bed. It almost seemed like he deliberately wanted me to see it when he chose not to get under the covers.
"Thinking about me?" I asked playfully while pointing at his rigid member.
"Perhaps," Nathaniel said, licking his lips and striking a mock seductive pose. The two of us laughed. Nathaniel's bed was a full size, so there was plenty of room for me to lie down next to him. He reached out to touch me, but much to his disappointment found that his hand went right through like I was air. I tried to do the same, but even as my hand seemed to make contact with his skin he only shook his head. "It's like you're not even there," he said.
Sighing, I rolled over on my back and gazed up at the ceiling. "You know, I've been meaning to ask... But how's Sarah doing?"
Nathaniel hesitated. "Well..." he began, "You know, when you died, she was absolutely heartbroken."
I sat up, almost pleasantly surprised. "Really?" I was a bit skeptical. "She was pretty pissed when she found out I cheated on her. She wanted nothing to do with me after that."
"I guess she still cared about you after all," Nathaniel reasoned. "But I think she's been able to move on."
"Oh, so she's forgotten about me then," I muttered.
"I wouldn't say it like that," Nathaniel said with a frown. "I mean, no one really believes in ghosts, so it's not like she had any hope of you coming back, you know?"
"Hmph. I wonder if she'll be able to see me."
"I hope so. That would be nice." Nathaniel looked at my face. "Hey, don't look so gloomy. " He thought for a moment. "You want to talk to her tomorrow, don't you?"
"Yeah, I do."
"Tell you what. If it turns out that she can't see you, use my body."
I looked at him, a bit shocked. "Are you sure?"
He just chuckled with that warm smile of his after reading the incredulousness in my face. "Of course," he answered. "Sarah and I have gotten pretty close, so it shouldn't be awkward. And I know how terrible it must be to be a ghost, so if you want you can use my body all day tomorrow. You can even play for me in the game tomorrow, as long as you don't mess up too badly."
"Wow," was all that came out of my mouth. It was an amazing offer. It's true, being stuck without a body was pretty beat. It made me realize how much I had taken my own body for granted. Not once when I was alive did I ever stop to appreciate something as fundamental as one's sense of touch. Possessing David and temporarily regaining all of my senses was admittedly one of the most exhilarating moments of my existence.
"I'm curious though," Nathaniel suddenly said, breaking me out of my thoughts. "You never really told me your side of the story. What did you actually do that made you two break up?"
"It's just as she said," I explained. "I cheated on her." Looking down in shame, I continued. "The thing is, I don't even remember doing it. It was at one of those parties where I shouldn't have been. Sarah wasn't there, so the only thing I had to do was get drunk. After that everything kinda became a blur, and next thing I knew the word was out that I had hooked up with Alexis Desmond. We had hidden ourselves away in the bushes but people found us and even took pictures for evidence."
"And Sarah couldn't forgive you?"
"Sarah has major trust issues. We had been together for so long, and for me to do that was like the ultimate betrayal," I said sullenly.
"I see." Nathaniel yawned and shivered, finally deciding to pull the sheets over him. "It's getting chilly," he observed.
"You should get some sleep," I suggested. Then I smiled. "I wouldn't want to be using a body that can't keep his eyes open, right?"
"Mmm... Right," Nathaniel affirmed. "Good night, Sean."
"Good night, Nathaniel."
Within minutes he was asleep. Great, so now I was stuck for another night of doing absolutely nothing. Well, I could try braving the outdoors and do some exploring. That didn't seem like such a bad idea. Then I looked at Nathaniel. I could also try possessing him. He was pretty clear in saying that I could use his body. I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I hopped in now. All I would do is take advantage of his ability to sleep. Then I frowned, recalling what had happened when I possessed David. There's no telling if I would be tempted into another endeavor like that, and I had no idea if Nathaniel would condone using his body in such a way.
Whatever. I can just ask Nathaniel if I can play around with his body tomorrow. It was time to see what night was like in Heaven's Brook. Too lazy to take the stairs, I simply hopped right through the window and onto the ground below.
The side of the next house was right before me and I invited myself in. I phased into what I deduced as the den of the house. A rather large man was casually seated on an old-looking couch while guzzling beer and eating buffalo wings. Beside me was a television set, and just by hearing it I could tell that he was watching a baseball game.
The beer bottle he was holding looked cold and crisp. The wings he was eating looked juicy and delectable. It made me realize that when I had possessed David I had not taken advantage of his sense of taste.
Oh, what the hell. It's not going to hurt if I'm in for a few seconds. I walked over to the fat guy and sat down right into his flesh. I felt like I had suddenly gained hundreds of pounds. Wasting no time I took a bite out of a wing. It was a bit spicy, but it was delicious nonetheless. Then I took a large chug of beer. Absolutely refreshing. I let out a burp and curiously rubbed my large gut. It was extremely bizarre being inside a body that was so much larger than my own. I sniffed, and then my face contorted with disgust. Man, this guy sure had BO. Immediately I ejected myself from him and was on my way.
The streets were totally empty and unlit save for the occasional street lamp at the end of each block. Thankfully the moon was out, which didn't make the dark much of an issue. There really wasn't that much to see outside so I decided that checking out homes would be more interesting.
It was about midnight and I explored many houses. A good number of people were already fast asleep, while others were up and busy. Some actually had work to do, and some... Well...
I walked in on an attractive couple having sex. They were both young and fit with matching brunette hair and tan skin. I assumed that there was no one else in the house, as they didn't seem to care that they were shaking the whole place up. Perhaps they were newlyweds. The man was on top, and both of them were moaning and rubbing and kissing and thrusting and sucking. It was an intense sight.
"A few seconds won't hurt," I told myself once more, and with a running jump I literally dove into the man's body. In an instant I was in a wild ride of testosterone-fueled passion. The body I occupied was a bit hairy which felt good as I brushed it against the woman's breasts. The tits were huge, and her nipples were even bigger. It was extremely arousing to see them bouncing up and down from our lovemaking. Locking into my partner I pounded into her with more intensity and she gasped in surprise. I was sliding in and out of her vagina with ease, noting that the guy didn't have a condom on, though he must have put on some lube. I guess they were trying to have children.
He was on the brink of orgasm. Figuring that I had spent enough time I left him. He looked both surprised and pleased at his sudden climax. "Holy shit, that was amazing," I heard him say. "Yeah," the woman agreed. I smiled and moved on.
My next point of interest was a young teen who I found masturbating in his room. He looked around the age of a freshman in high school and was skinny with medium-length, wing styled orange hair. The boy was pumping his hand up and down a reasonably lengthened penis, but he just didn't look into it. I decided to give him a hand. I lay right on top of him and sank inside his tight frame.
Once I was in control of this twink, I decided to spice things up for him. Raising his legs up, I kept one hand occupied with pumping his dick while the other I brought to his smooth anus and started rubbing the hole. Once it had loosened up I slid two fingers inside, being sure to dig in deep so that they would reach the prostate gland. When I left him it looked like he was going to have a heart attack. Stifling a yelp he tried to remove himself from the position he had suddenly found himself in, but while he attempted to wriggle his fingers out he gasped. Now with a look of curiosity on his face he repeatedly pushed and pulled his fingers in and out, and in time he was doing it with more vigor while pumping his dick. My work here was done.
Eventually my door-to-door journey brought me to the market square. The place had an attractive appeal to it, as it was lined with unique shops and restaurants that many people frequented. My favorite was an ice cream parlor that had over a dozen different homemade flavors.
Still, at night when everything was closed the square looked pretty dead. It was a different view altogether from what it was like in the day, and while such a sight was interesting I couldn't help but feel unsettled.
It was then that I noticed movement up ahead. Straining my eyes to see, I saw something very peculiar. It was dark and shadowy, definitely not the shape of a human. But it was moving. After a moment I realized that it resembled the silhouette of a giant, disembodied hand about the size of a horse. Its palm was facing left, slowly flexing its fingers for no apparent reason. Faintly I could hear a low hum emanating from it. It didn't seem like the thing had noticed my presence.
Suddenly, it turned towards me and the hum turned into a thunderous rumble.
Shit, I spoke too soon.
The thing was now flying towards me, and my first reaction was to go back the other way running like hell and wondering what the hell I ever did to deserve being chased by a giant hand.
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