I jolted awake. As my brain rebooted, I realised what had startled me, a loud crash from the back yard, the sounds of branches and deep thud. I jumped out of bed to look out my window. It was still dark, I could see some stars, the tops of the trees in our backyard, lit by the streetlights, and a faint green glow from deep within the bushes behind my fathers shed.
I stood there staring for a while, trying to comprehend what I was looking at, listening for more crashing or voices or barks, but there was nothing, the night was quiet and that glow slowly throbbed in the distance.
My body shivered as I crept to my parent's room; I hadn't put any clothes on, I only had my blue boxer briefs to keep me warm. I whispered through the cracked door to my parents; part of me desperately wanted them to wake up so I could ask them what was going on, but half of me was still afraid of bothering them so late at night. I was still unsure whether anything HAD happened. A couple of feeble attempts wasn't enough to rouse them, I remained alone, but needed answers.
The floor creaked as I passed my older sister's room. I gained a bit of speed as I passed my little brothers' room. By the time I was down the stairs, my heart was pounding. I grabbed my coat and slipped on my shoes at the back door. Taking one last breath and listening to the silence of my house before opening the door. That green glow persisted, deep within the bushes, a straight line from my back door.
As I approached, the sound of my feet on the grass started to fall behind a low thrumming, by the time I reached the shed, I could feel the heat coming from whatever was behind it. The glow basked everything in a deep green, it throbbed slowly, like a soft breath, from almost blinding to almost out entirely.
Despite the warmth of my jacket and the light, my body shook as I slowly crept off the lawn into the bushes, trying to make my way around the shed. My feet cracked twigs under me, my bare legs felt branches brush and scratch, but I had to know what this was. I pushed myself through the dense bushes until the light hit my face.
Between the throbs of bright light, I could see it, whatever it was, some sort of obelisk, standing upright behind our shed. I crept closer, the thrumming now so strong I could feel it in my chest. It seemed like metal, extremely smooth, but not reflective. The ground around it was upturned, some leaves and branches seemed scorched, but this thing was pristine, no dirt, no dust, nothing to blemish the perfect surface. It stood upright, maybe 6 feet tall, 2 feet wide, a gentle taper to the bottom and a rounded top. It loomed over me, feeling more like a person than an object. That green glow came from deep within it, coming through the surface somehow, basking me with warmth. It's surface perfectly smooth and featureless.
I slowly reached out a hand, not even really conscious of what I was doing, the surface was warm too, and so incredibly smooth, I slid my hand along the obelisk, my hand gliding perfectly. The thrumming gave my hand a tingling feeling, like a deep vibration. I was transfixed by the object, it's warm on my face and exposed chest and legs, it's smoothness under my fingers, the vibrations deep in my chest.
I was reaching out with my other hand by the time I'd realised the pulse of the glow had stopped, I tried to pull my hand away and almost lost my balance when it didn't. I gave another tug and my hand stayed still, it didn't feel stuck, like glue, my hand just refused to move further away. I began to panic, suddenly all the reasons I shouldn't have left my bed rushed through my head, I desperately tugged at my with no real results.
That's when I noticed the glow, it seemed to be receding from the bottom of the obelisk and building around my hand, my panic rose as I felt the heat build under my palm, the thrumming coursed from the obelisk through my arm to the pit of my stomach, my eyes watered as I dreaded what i had gotten myself into.
Slowly around my hand, I could feel something, that glow, seeping from the obelisk's surface, pooling between my fingers. I yanked, and pulled, and dug my heels into the dirt, trying desperately to get away. That glow, condensing into a warm substance, liquid, but also light, it covered my hand, my wrist, it snaked its way under my jacket sleeve and up my arm. That warmth travelled with it, those vibrations coating my skin.
The glow of the obelisk transferred itself on to me, into me, flowing through my hand, my arm, over my chest and stomach, I could feel it slide its way below my boxer briefs, down my legs, wrapping me in warmth and vibrations. I slowly stopped struggling, it was like a hug, the warmest, closest hug I'd ever been given. It coated every piece of be, I could feel every inch, like a gentle caress over every piece of me, all at once. It coated my sides, my back, it snugged itself into my armpits, around my toes, into my belly button, around my cock and between my ass cheeks. It slid up my neck, and cheeks, and face, engulfing my eyes and nose and mouth, but I allowed it.
I could feel it didn't want to hurt me, quite the opposite, everywhere it covered felt otherworldly good, the warmth and vibrations melded into my skin. I was conscious of every piece of me all at once my toes in my shoes against the fabric, the hairs on my legs, blowing in the breeze, my cock against the cotton of my briefs, my jacket against my back arms and neck, my own tongue in my mouth, everything was enhanced, everyone was warm and gentle and amazing.
My hand released from the obelisk, and the glow with it, it was now a thin layer over my hand, I looked down and it was the same across my entire body. I glowed and thrummed and felt amazing. I could breath and see perfectly despite the goo presumably coating even my insides. I placed a hand on my chest, gasping at the touch. I was conscious of every little hair, every fingerprint, every skin imperfection, but it didn't overwhelm me. I slid my hand across my chest, feeling my skin in a way I'd never felt before, the tiny imperceptible hairs, pores in the early stages of puberty. I had never really been conscious of my nipples, they were just there, but now, my fingers slid over one, and my body shuddered. I could feel the blood rush to my chest, engorging the tissue, plumping my nipples at the attention, my fingers dragging across the soft skin, the warmth and vibrations driving me wild.
I caressed my body, exploring in a way I had never done before, my fingers and palms, sometimes gentle, sometimes rough, my short fingernails gently stretching and pinching, every new sensation was magnificent. I pulled my jacket off, the glow keeping me warm in the night air. I felt my neck, my face, my pits, my nipples. My breathing was heavy and I realised I was gently moaning to my own touch. I felt my arms, my fingers, my belly button, my hips. I slipped my fingers beneath the band of my deep blue boxer briefs, I could see the outline of my hard cock glowing through the fabric. I let out a gentle sigh as the cotton rubbed along my shaft, the elastic sliding down my thighs. I kicked off my shoes and knelt down on my spread jacket, my knees against the soft polyester lining. I sat on my heels and caressed my inner thighs, I arched my back and wrapped a hand around my throbbing cock, letting out a moan. I'd jerked off before, but never had anything compared to this.
I could feel every tiny hair on my pelvis, just beginning to sprout. I could feel my balls, pulse and dangle, warmed by the glow, I could feel my asshole pucker with every squeeze of my dick. I explored my own junk, peeling back my tender foreskin, shuddering as I touched the rim of my dick head. One hand slid up and down my torso, flicking my nipples and gently scratching along my stomach and chest. The other gripped desperately around my hard cock, feeling the veins throbbing and pulse.
A drip of moisture coalesced at the tip of my dick, at the same moment I felt it, I swear I could taste it, sweet and slippery. I scooped it off the tip of my cock and stuffed my wet fingers in my mouth. Absolutely delicious. I squeezed and stroked my cock, milking out thick gobs of clear liquid, ferrying them from my cock to my tongue, my saliva mixing with the extremely slippery substance on my cockhead and lips. I insatiably lapped it up, leaning down, trying to fold myself over to fit my own cock in my mouth to better taste this liquid from the source.
I wasn't able to reach, but no sooner did I give up did that green glow begin to swell around the tip of my dick. It started at the tip and swelled, a blob of semi corporeal light. Then I felt it on my lips, the tender but turgid skin of my own cock, I opened my mouth and the soft green light pressed against my tongue, the blob on my dick slid down, encasing the head. I could taste that wonderful liquid in my mouth, feel my teeth gently scrape my shaft, feel the roughness of my tongue on my glans. I leaned forward, sliding the glowing ghost of my own cock into my mouth, I couldn't stop the muffled moan as I closed my eyes, feeling my own wet tongue slide down my shaft.
I breathed through my nose as I nursed my dick, which was harder than it's ever been, licking hungrily at my precum, one hand darting between my nipples, gently pinching and twisting them, the other tugging desperately on my scrotum.
As I thrust my pelvis forward, pushing the ghost cock deeper down my throat, I once again felt my asshole tense and pucker. I sat back on my heels, spreading my cheeks to the night air, I left my nuts hanging and reached between my legs. I'd never thought much of my own asshole, but in this moment, I needed to touch it, I needed to feel it, to explore it, to taste it. My middle finger slid along my crack, my palm spreading my cheeks wide, fingers still slick with precum and spit. I felt my tight hole tense and expand as I put pressure on it, my finger tracing the rim. Gently I pushed a slippery finger inside, my sphincter flexing but giving way. I felt the pressure of my finger, trying to press its way into my asshole, but even with the remnant of my precum I was too dry.
I lifted my hand to my face and pushed past the glowing cock still in my mouth to give my fingers a lick. For a moment I tasted my own asshole on my fingers, musky, certainly a butthole, but still clean and delicious and new. My hand never made it back to between my legs, instead I had to brace myself as I fell forward, that glowing block around my dick subsided and I felt it swell between my cheeks. The throbbing cock in my mouth replaced itself with a blob of green goo around my face, the smell of my own crack blasted into my nose as I felt my wet lips on my asshole.
I leaned forward, pushing my face deep into my own crack, inhaling my smells, feeling my asscheeks against my cheekbones. My hole parted for my tongue, and I moaned loudly between my cheeks. The taste was incredible, a bit sour, a bit sweet, a bit dirty, but in the best way. I pushed my tongue deeper, slicking up my crack, wiggling my tongue deeper, obsessed with the taste, the smell, the feeling.
My hands lifted up and grabbed the green glowing asscheeks in front of me, spreading them as wide as they'd go. I pushed back and forward at the same time, desperate to go deeper, wider. My hands slide to the sides, gripping my hips tightly, the green glowing blob expanded to accommodate. My hands slid around, feeling my legs, my back, my balls, as the green light expanded to both encompass more of my body and replicate it in front of me. I reached down and squeezed my nuts and stroked my cock while I hungrily tongue fucked myself.
I tried desperately to go deeper, to spread myself wider, but my tongue just wasn't enough, I pushed a couple fingers deep inside my glowing green ass and let out another moan. The feeling on my sphincter stretching was wonderful. A third slick finger and I was loving every moment. But I couldn't get much deeper than I was with my tongue, I pulled my hand away and wrapped it around my throbbing cock.
I feverishly pushed the glowing ass in front of my face down, wrapping my fingers around my own hip, positioning my cock head against my green glowing asshole. I rubbed the precum dripping from my dick up and down my crack, feeling the pressure and wetness behind me. My cockhead breaching my hole, sliding millimetre by millimetre inside me, stretching my worked up sphincter. I pushed into myself, sliding fully to the hilt, moaning as my insides shift and my cock throbs deep inside me. I can still gently taste my precum coating my insides.
My hands slide from my hips, up the glowing version of myself in front of me. I held my cock deep inside myself while I explored my chest, stomach and tits from an entirely new angle. My asshole gripped my shaft as I began to slide back out. I twisted my own nipples as I pushed back inside. I held the light version of myself close and could feel myself sandwiched between copies of me.
Everything I did I could feel myself doing and being done to me. I could smell my own hair and feel my own breath on the back of my neck. I could feel my hard nipples between my fingers and my slick fingers on my chest. I could feel my cock throbbing inside my asshole and my asshole flexing around my shaft. Everything all at once.
My left hand slid up and around my own neck, my right wrapped tight around my chest. I felt possessive, I wanted more, I wanted everything. My hips sped up, my slick cock thrusting in and out of my ass. My hand gripped around the glowing neck, making me feel powerful. The green glow tightened around my neck, making me feel subservient and safe. My cock pulsed deep inside a willing body, while a glowing dick thrust its full length in and out of my newly greedy hole.
My mouth filled once again, but this time a tongue, this time, a tongue I only felt in one direction. I could tell this was different, it was caring, but controlling, it tasted like static electricity and smelled like fresh rain. The tongue dove deep in my mouth, wrapping itself around mine, ghostly lips pressing into my face. I could feel more, wrapping around my wrists.
My hands were moved to my sides, but the pressure around my neck stayed. My ankles were gently spread and my ass ached. It was as if my cock was enlarging, spreading me wider and penetrating deeper. The ghostly hands pulled my arms back while the cock in my pushed my pelvis forward.
I moaned uncontrollably around the thick long tongue in my mouth as my knees lifted off the ground. I was stretched out mid air, my gaping hole being pounded, my raging cock milked, my balls gently rolled around in a ghostly mouth. I could feel teeth gently nibbling on my nipples, tongues lapping between my toes, my ears were gently being chewed on, every inch of my skin felt like it was being caressed at once. For the first time I felt like the sensory assault would be too much, it was all coming from every possible angle, so fast, everything felt amazing, everything was new and exciting and delicious and wonderful.
The ghost tongue pushed deep inside, I could feel it slide past the back of my tongue and into my throat. The ghost cock inflated, pushing the absolute limits of my asshole, stretching me wide and snaking deeply inside me. The gentle fingers and teeth and tongue and lips all over my body pushed their limits, scratching and biting and twisting and squeezing. The hands wrapped around my throat and wrists and ankles gripped and I felt once last long explosion of sensation as my body tensed and my cock finally erupted and boy cum.
I don't know how long my orgasm lasted, or even how long I hung in the air being used, I blacked out somewhere before my last drops dribbled out of me.
I woke up in a ball, on my jacket, the green glow was gone. I wasn't cold yet, but I could tell it had left me as the wind was starting to wick away the residual heat. I looked up and the obelisk stood silent, no glow, no thrumming.
It took me a moment to really get my brain back in order, I questioned what I'd just gone through, It was indescribable. I felt my chest and my limp dick and could tell that wonderful feeling was gone, but I retained a heightened sensitivity making every touch a pleasure.
I stood up, my legs wobbling, to examine the obelisk. I pressed a hand on it's surface and the vibrations were gone, the warmth was gone. I slumped, feeling a deep loss but the sound of a broken stick startled me.
I spun around to a startling sight. There I stood, as if in a mirror, but with a deep, warm, green glow coming from beneath my skin. The naked copy of myself walked closer, the green fading. He smiled warmly at me and my worry and loss faded. He lifted a hand and gestured at the obelisk and a purple seam formed along it's length. I was startled back as the previously featureless obelisk opened itself, revealing a glowing mass of purple goo. My clone nodded to me, and gestured a friendly hand to the obelisk.
I don't know whether I fully thought it through before I stepped forward; I already missed the warm embrace of my companion, the ecstasy he gave me, the pure excitement and joy of being so close, so deeply connected. I wasn't thinking about my family, my friends, I wasn't thinking about what layed on the other side, I just knew I had to experience it. First a hand, then a foot, then a leap up into the obelisk and I was engulfed in purple goo. My vision tinted and skewed, my breathing slowed and muscles relaxed. The obelisk slowly closed it's opening and as I dozed off to sleep, I felt gravity shift as we lifted like an elevator.
Sliding back in bed, I could feel the cotton of my blankets engulf me. The layers trapping my heat and warming up my skin from the cold night air. I snuggled up against my pillow, both content with being back in my own bed, and sad to feel so alone. The sounds of the house felt both familiar and new, my dad snoring in the next room, the central air kicking in, the smell of my sheets. I was excited for tomorrow, for the future, for what I'd get to experience next.