Free Stories
Several Richard Peters FREE stories have been published. Examples of these will be made available here and periodically updated.
This This Story is from the as yet unpublished book “Weird” and is called “Spooky Holiday”
Two Straight Soldiers
1. Captain James
Captain James got a holiday voucher for his fortieth birthday. It was in a card with no indication of who it was from. Although that was odd, he thought little of it. He had known many men in the army and assumed an old pal had forgotten to sign it.
Another unusual thing was that it was a holiday voucher for a company called "Spooky Staycations". Again, Captain James was not fazed by that, for the past three years he had been the head of a secret government department that investigated "Unexplained Phenomena". The department had investigated "UFO"s, Ghosts, people disappearance and suchlike.
Captain Ryan James had wanted to find something genuinely paranormal, although the government didn't. But everything he and his three men had investigated had proved disappointingly "normal".
He assumed the Spooky Staycations voucher was somebody's idea of a joke, regarding his work.
"Why should I want to go on such a holiday?" Captain James' wife said. "It sounds corny and ridiculous!" she handed back the pamphlet.
He tried to persuade her, that night in bed, "Could be spooky fun!" he tickled her.
"Don't be silly!" she laughed, and he threw his naked forty-
2. Sergeant Johns
Sergeant Roger Johns settled at his desk. When he had joined the army at eighteen, he had expected an action career, but he had been seconded to Captain James, "Unexplained Phenomena", which mostly consisted of desk work with some sporadic field work.
Sergeant Roger Johns was a fit young man and had excelled at army training college in physical activity. He quickly made the rank of sergeant and was surprised he got assigned to this desk-
"It’s a bit quiet at the moment, Sergeant." Captain James said as he came into the small office that the department used. "I'm taking some leave, and something tells me you should do so too!" he said enigmatically. The captain often was enigmatic.
He dropped the holiday pamphlet onto Johns' desk and left the office.
"Spooky Staycations" looked corny. Silly graphics of "Ghostbuster" style ghosts and old mansions.
"For the Spookiest Spookycation Staycations!" the leaflet announced in a blood-
Sergeant Roger Johns tossed the leaflet away and concentrated on the assignment he was investigating where a Scottish man had reportedly spontaneously combusted. These things were rubbish, Johns wished he could get out and even go into combat!
Later, Captain James said, "My wife can't make the holiday, so there is a spare place. If you can prize yourself away from that pretty wife of yours!" he winked.
He was all right was the captain, could even be a fun guy. It would at least get him away from the humdrum desk!
That night, he took off his wife's see-
"So long as you fuck me every day before and fuck me the day you get back!" she said, thrilling, as she always did at the feel of his thick length sliding in and out of her. He fucked like a porn star! He seemed to be able to last forever and she trembled, holding his muscular buttocks, urging him on to completion.
Next day, he told the captain he could do with a break and the captain went online and booked a holiday using the two-
3. The Journey
Three weeks later the captain and the sergeant were in his car, having said goodbye to their wives. Sergeant Johns agreed that it would be good to have a men's vacation. He fucked his wife three times last night and brought her off in two of them. That should tide him and her over for the two weeks of the holiday.
He scanned the Spooky Staycation website. The Westcliffe Cabin looked good and there were lots of activities nearby: fishing; safe river swimming; gorge walking; and kayaking. He'd brought his fishing rod and hiking boots.
Captain James would have preferred to be going on holiday with his wife, but Sergeant Johns was a good chap and would be fine company.
Captain Ryan James had had a good lovemaking session with his wife, last night. It should set them up for two weeks of no-
"While we are on holiday, I think we should drop the ranks. Call me Ryan."
"OK, Ryan, I'm Roger, Roger Johns."
"What do you do when you are off duty, er, Roger?"
"Well, er, Ryan, er, I'm quite sporty. Football, tennis, swimming, that sort of thing."
Captain Ryan James looked at the twenty-
"What do you do in your spare time, er, Ryan?" Sergeant Roger Johns was trying to get used to referring to his commanding officer by his first name.
"I fish, swim and will try my hand at kayaking." He said and Sergeant Roger Johns looked across at the forty-
"Tell me about yourself, one never really gets to know fellow soldiers when on duty" Captain Ryan James said with a commanding attitude that came naturally.
Sergeant Roger Johns told him how he had enjoyed school, had been good at sports but had got three A-
"I've not known any other woman, but Helen is woman enough for me!" he winked at his captain.
"She's very beautiful, your wife. You are a lucky young man!" Captain Ryan James winked back.
"How long have you been married?" Sergeant Roger Johns said, growing to like his captain more now they were off-
"Twenty years, no children, not for the want of trying!" Captain Ryan James winked.
"I met your wife at the annual ball a few months ago, she's a good-
"Have you been watching the Olympics in Paris?" Captain Ryan James said.
"Some of it." Sergeant Roger Johns paused. "Those female divers are hot in their tiny costumes!"
"Those girl gymnasts, young enough to be my daughters, but sexy as hell!" Captain Ryan James said.
Sergeant Roger Johns googled his smart phone, "Like these?" he grinned and held up his smart phone showing three medal winners in their glittery, skimpy, revealing costumes.
"Steady on!" you'll have me driving off the road!" Captain Ryan James laughed.
"This is one of my favourites!" Sergeant Roger Johns laughed and showed an image of a female diver with swimwear so skimpy that half her buttocks were uncovered.
"You naught boy!" Captain Ryan James laughed. "That wife of yours not enough for you?"
"Oh, she's more than enough, but a man can't help but look, can he?" Sergeant Roger Johns grinned.
"I suppose so!" Captain Ryan James said, "Although when you get to my age, you tend to look a little more!" He grinned.
The rest of the journey, Sergeant Roger Johns spent the time looking up images of scantily clad female athletes and taunting the forty-
Both of them were surprised at the direction their relationship had turned, excited by the images and barely hiding their feelings from each other.
4. The Cabin
Westcliffe Cabin was not what they expected. It was an old building over a hundred years old, on its own, by a slow flowing river. A rough road led down to it and the cabin had been upgraded outside, with new windows and freshly whitewashed walls.
Iside it was furnished in a cozy style. The woman welcoming them was just finishing the cleaning. "You be stayin'?" she stated the obvious. "There's a public house, with rooms, half a mile down road. You be best stayin' there, if you want my opinion." She handed them the key and shook her head. giving up on them.
"Odd!" Captain Ryan James said.
Sergeant Roger Johns picked up a Spooky Staycations leaflet off the living room table. It carried the words "Warning!" on the front. Inside, it warned that if you were of a nervous disposition, you should not stay. It carried so-
Captain Ryan James explored the rooms. "Nice bathroom, but there's a problem!" He nodded over his shoulder. Sergeant Roger Johns walked past him to see the bedroom which had a double bed. It was comfortably furnished, but just the one bed.
Sergeant Roger Johns was used to dormitory living in the army and had expected to share a bedroom, but not a bed!
"I'll take the sofa!" Captain Ryan James gallantly said.
"No, sir, you take the bed. I'll take the sofa." Sergeant Roger Johns said. He couldn't let his senior officer take the sofa.
"We'll see. Let's explore the river."
Captain Ryan James led the way out of the cabin that was more like a small cottage. It was difficult for both of them to ignore the difference in rank.
The river was picturesque, and they agreed there should be some good fishing. "Probably a decent swim too. It looks like we have this stretch of river to ourselves." Sergeant Roger Johns said.
They walked back to the house regarding its odd appearance. "It's more like a house from a Hitchcock movie!" Captain Ryan James said, thinking it wasn't a "cabin" at all. Beyond that, there was something distinctly, almost menacing about it. He could see why the "Spooky Staycations" company had acquired it in their portfolio.
Sergeant Roger Johns thought a person's imagination could easily get carried away at a place like this. That was probably what had happened to the visitors quoted on the leaflet, that's if they were even genuine real people. The sun was coming out, but it didn't improve the sombre atmosphere of the house. "Let's swim in the river, then give the fish time to settle down before we fish this evening."
"Sure" Captain Ryan James agreed, thinking it would be interesting to see the young man in his trunks. He didn't know where that thought came from.
In the bedroom, the men unpacked, using a small wardrobe each. "Race you to the river!" Sergeant Roger Johns said, stripping off his shirt, thinking it would be perfectly normal for two holidaymakers to strip off. He shocked himself when he wondered what his captain would look like stripped off.
Captain Ryan James heard what was almost like a voice in his head saying "He's a very handsome young man!" when he saw Sergeant Roger Johns bare-
Captain Ryan James took his shirt off and Sergeant Roger Johns noted that he was a well put together man for his age. Somehow, he had always thought older men lost their condition. A little voice in his head said, "He's probably a really good husband who would satisfy any wife into their older age."
Sergeant Roger Johns dropped his trousers and the atmosphere in the bedroom suddenly changed. Something as normal as two men undressing took on a vibe of sexuality. He remembered how excited his captain had become in the car with the images of cute female athletes. A strange voice in his head seemed to almost say "Let's see what he is like down there!" and he watched as Captain James took his trousers off.
As a captain in the army, Captain Ryan James had seen many soldiers and officers in showers and changing rooms, but here, alone with a very handsome young soldier, he felt a strange excitement. Sergeant Roger Johns' legs were muscular and athletic, he felt an odd thrill as the young man stood upright in only his briefs, while he shed his shoes and socks.
Sergeant Roger Johns stood upright and felt a naughty desire to see his captain without his trousers. He surreptitiously watched as the trousers came down. "He's got a good-
Captain Ryan James took his briefs off. Not as brief as the younger man's! He had a desire, he had never had before, an urge to show himself to the younger man.
Sergeant Roger Johns looked, thinking "Wow! He's a fantastic-
Captain Ryan James looked at the naked young man imagining him having sex with his wife. He'd never felt such things, he felt an alien thrill to see the handsome, naked, athletic young man.
Together, naked in the bedroom, both men fumbled for their swimming trunks. The atmosphere was heavy with an almost palpable, thick atmosphere.
They got their trunks on. Sergeant Roger Johns wore a tight pair of Speedos. Captain Ryan James found himself thinking that they were as revealing as those male divers at the Olympics.
Captain Ryan James wore a less skimpy pair of trunks as befitted an older man. Nevertheless, Sergeant Roger Johns found himself with the thought in his head "He's pretty buff for a guy of his age!"
They put flip-
The river was perishing cold, they both swam vigorously to try to combat the temperature of the water. Captain James soon had enough, and he swished out of the river.
Back in the house he felt there was someone lurking in there, the door had not been locked. "Who's there?" he called out, but as he went from living room to bedroom to bathroom, rubbing his cold flesh with a towel, he found nobody. It must have been his imagination.
He took a hot shower to warm himself up and he felt the urge to inspect his body in the mirror while he dried himself. For a forty-
His three inches of uncircumcised penis dangled over his taut testicles; things had not yet fully recovered from the cold river. He stroked and watched his penis swell and his testicles drop. He didn't normally internally vocalise his thought in his head, but he found himself thinking "Make it grow, see how your erection looks in the mirror!".
He stroked his penis with his hand and towel and admired its growth to a good seven inches. He'd measured himself when a lad, but had not paid much attention to it since, it being a means to an end when fucking his wife. "it's fantastic!" he heard his thoughts say.
"Is there someone in the house?" Sergeant Johns voice interrupted his lusty thoughts. Captain James hung the towel over his erection to hide it.
"I thought there was, Roger, but there isn't." Captain James said, hiding an erotic tension in his voice.
Sergeant Johns was shocked to see his captain with a full lob on before he hid it with his towel. He had always, irrationally thought that older men were sexually inactive, but the short glimpse he had had showed the captain was very well endowed "Good one!" he found himself thinking.
He'd never seen another man with an election, except in internet porn. His head was swimming with a strange throbbing, probably a reaction to the cold river.
Sergeant Johns dropped his Speedos, embarrassed that his captain would see his very modest man-
Captain James finished drying himself and with his towel draping demurely over his erection he left the bathroom, marvelling at how fit his young sergeant was. He found himself imagining the athletic fellow growing from modesty to manliness with his gorgeous wife. "He could be a porn star!" he thought in his head.
Sergeant Roger Johns warmed up under the shower and felt himself grow something made him want to see himself in the mirror. He finished his shower and wiped the steamy mirror to inspect his body. He'd not really done that since his marriage, but he ruffled his brown hair, stroked his smooth cheek noting he needed a shave although his fair bristles did not really show.
He flexed his arms, admiring his biceps. His hands stroked his smooth, developed chest and his fingers rasped over his pert nipples. He thought he had an admirable body. His stomach was flat and now, his husband-
Something in his head said, "That needs a blow-
"Like an omelette?" Captain Ryan James said.
"Yes, please sir!" Sergeant Roger Johns said, trying to cover his aroused gear with his hands, the towel being on the floor. "Don't be like a shy virgin!" he thought and lifted his hands above his head to stretch.
Captain James had never seen another man naked and aroused, let alone such a handsome young feller. He could see why the sergeant's wife would be satisfied in her marriage! "He's well hung!" he found himself admiring the eight inches of man. His own briefs were demurely holding his few inches of soft lob. Unexpectedly he found himself growing in the pouch as he stood glued to the spot, "Magnificent!" he thought.
Roger Johns felt like a boy being discovered by his dad in a state that a dad would understand. He felt strangely proud, and something said in his head, "Show him what a fantastic man you are!" He stretched and stroked his chest and innocently scratched his balls, flicking his full erection carelessly, but proudly.
"Lovely!" Captain James replied to his question about food, but thinking the young soldier was indeed lovely. He felt no inclination to leave. "Watch him!" his thoughts said.
Sergeant Johns showed his commanding officer how lovely he was "Show him!" his thoughts said. "Missing my wife!" he said with an almost shy grin.
"We both are, Roger!" Captain James replied. "Play with yourself!" he thought and found his hand stroking the front of his own briefs.
Suddenly they both felt embarrassed. Sergeant Roger Johns turned his naked back and bum to his commanding officer and Captain Ryan James let his bulge go and he left to make the omelette.
Sergeant Johns got dressed. There was something weird about this place, being alone here with his captain, feeling like a newly pubescent boy. Maybe he should ask to be driven home to his wife?
Captain James, put his shirt and trousers on. This place was as if there were some strange force in it. He'd been with junior soldiers for years and never felt like looking or showing. He needed his wife!
5. The Night
They ate the omelette outside the house, on the grass, where they felt more comfortable.
"There's something about that place!" Captain James nodded over his shoulder.
"You've been looking at paranormal things too long!" Sergeant Johns laughed.
"Maybe, but it is queer. I think things in there that I don't normally think." The captain shrugged.
Sergeant Johns pondered, remembering his unusual interest in another man's body. "Maybe there is some sort of essence in there, you know, mentally affecting our thoughts." It was certainly true that it felt different outside than it did in the house.
"Now who's been involved in the paranormal too much!" Captain James laughed.
"Yeah, it's probably just that silly Spooky leaflet, making us imagine something. As you know, nearly all so-
An evening of fishing produced zero catches, but it was a pleasant thing to do. As the sun set both men felt relaxed.
They walked back to the house that wasn't a "cabin". As he opened the door, Captain James hesitated. It felt like something was in the house. He couldn't define what it was, but there was definitely an atmosphere!
"Don't be soft!" Sergeant Johns said to his superior officer. Somehow being on holiday and sharing activities had levelled them out. He stepped into the house behind the captain and felt his breath sucked out of him, as if an electric shock had fired through his body.
Both men pretended nothing had happened to them, they didn't want to be "girlie" in attitude. They were grown men. "You're a strong, fit, perfect man" Sergeant Roger Johns told himself.
Captain James put the fishing gear away and caught an anxious look on his sergeant's handsome face. "You're the more experienced man, you need to look after the young man" Captain James heard his inner voice say. He put his hands on the young man's shoulder and smiled "Let's have a cup of tea before bed." He said.
Feeling the captain's strong hands through the shirt shoulders, Sergeant Johns felt protected, as if he were a boy with his strong dad. "He wants to share the bed with you" a voice in his head said. "You'd like to have his protective arms around you." He thought.
Captain James held the sergeant's shoulders longer than was natural and he found a thought passing through his mind "The bed is big enough; it would be nice to hold him in your arms instead of your wife!"
"I'll take the sofa, sir!" Seargeant Johns nodded and backed away from his captain's arms, conceding seniority of rank to him. His mind fought thoughts of his young wife and how they would enjoy sex together on the sofa if she were here.
Captain James left the young man to make a pot of tea, while he went to the bedroom to get ready for bed. He stripped off, wishing his wife had come with him on the holiday. They'd have rampant sex on the bed. Sex in a different environment was always exciting for them. If she were with him, he wouldn’t be being plagued with these alien thoughts about the athletic, handsome young man!
Pot of tea made, Sergeant Johns went into the bedroom. "Tea is mashed!" he said noting the captain was bare chested with pyjama bottoms on. He undid his shirt, thinking "He's a hot man considering his age, he's very sexy!"
"What a magnificent young man!" Captain James' mind was thinking.
"Show him your magnificent body!" Sergeant Johns surprisingly thought, and he slipped his trousers and briefs off, proud to show his Captain what a marvellous man he was.
"Lovely!" Captain James said about the tea being ready, but thinking his sergeant was lovely!
"Show him what a fantastic husband you are!" Sergeant Roger Johns thought, as if he were naked in front of his wife. He'd never wanted to flaunt himself before another man, but he was proud of his figure, his muscles, his handsome, fair features, his more than ample man-
Captain Johns watched the fantastically fit young man pull his pyjama trousers on thinking his wife would want them off. "You like to see his great cock!" he found himself thinking. "Let's have that tea." He smiled paternally, trying to chase away his inappropriate thoughts, while he watched the handsome young cock flick over the pyjama waistband and push at the half open, gaping flies.
"Why not share the bed with him?" Sergeant Johns thought, and he tried to flip the thought away by thinking about his wife and how she liked to strip his pyjamas off.
Bare-
Sergeant Roger Johns consulted his smart phone to catch up on the day's Olympic events. "Look at that diver, er, Ryan!" he turned the phone to his captain to show a female diving beauty in a swimsuit that nakedly showed half the side of her buttocks. She performed her medal winning dive and got out of the pool looking wet and sexy.
"Beautiful!" Captain Ryan James said, reminded of his wife when she was young.
"Show him a male diver" a thought came into Roger's mind. Almost automatically, Sergeant Roger Johns' fingers swiped the phone and showed a male diver in the tiniest black Speedos that had ever been. He bounced on the diving board, his muscles flexing, his masculine bump evident.
"Beautiful!" Captain Ryan James said remarking on the skill of the dive but thinking "What a beautiful specimen of a man!"
Sergeant Johns' eyes were fixated on the male body hurtling through the air. "Perfect masculinity!" he found himself thinking.
6. Porn Excitement
The voice in his head urged Sergeant Johns, "Show him some porn!" Roger "heard" the strange voice in his head and not being used to vocalising thoughts, he felt compelled to obey it. "Do you watch porn?" he asked his captain.
"No, that's a young man's thing really, isn't it. I'm a happily married man!" Captain James replied but he really thought "Watching porn with this handsome young man will be exciting!"
"It's more a dirty old man sort of thing, not that I think you are a dirty old man, Captain. Anyway, I'm happily married too, but porn fires the imagination and makes me a better husband!" Roger John's winked while thinking "Turn him on with some serious porn!" There seemed to be a disassociation between what he was saying and what he was thinking!
"He's young and virile and will turn himself on if we look at porn. How big will his cock grow?" Captain James thought, while the young man consulted his smartphone to locate some porn. There was already a noticeable bulge down the left leg of Roger Johns' pyjamas.
"The Honeymoon and the Pool Boy" started, and Sergeant Johns rested the phone on his right thigh so that they could both watch.
The honeymoon couple were in the honeymoon suite with a glass sliding door out onto the private pool. Eagerly they kissed and got their clothes off. The young groom was handsome, and his bride was gorgeous. Captain James stretched out his legs to give his own marriage gear room inside his pyjamas.
"He's well endowed!" The captain thought to himself and found his eyes watching the male body rather than the female one. She dropped her naked body to her knees and did what all men liked their wives to do.
"She's good at cock sucking!" Sergeant Johns said. "His cock is fantastic!" he found himself thinking.
"Dirty boy!" Captain James light-
Sergeant Johns watched the cock being sucked and licked lusciously. Next to his right thigh he saw the captain's growing erection down the left leg of his pyjamas. "He's a sexy man!" he thought to himself. "His cock is fantastic!" the thought automatically came.
On the movie, a pool boy in Speedos was swishing a net over the pool. He looked up and saw the honeymoon couple. He crept over to the sliding door and looked in to see the man being enthusiastically sucked. His eyes widened in exaggerated acting and he stroked the front of his Speedos.
Now the groom had the bride on the carpet just inside the glass door and the viewers watched with the pool boy as the man's cock slid into the wifely cunt.
"Wow!" Captain James gasped at the well-
Sergeant Roger John's steadied the phone, and the back of his fingers touched his captain's left thigh. He had to keep them there to stop the phone from falling between their thighs. "He's turned on, he won't' mind you touching him!" he thought.
The Pool Boy had his Speedos down now, showing a good ten inches of hard cock being wanked by his strong hand. The boy's muscles flexed, and his tongue licked his lips.
Captain Ryan James wondered if his sergeant's cock was as big as the boy's. It lay to the left of the phone, so he saw both the porn and the stretching down his sergeant's left thigh, pinned by the tight pyjamas. "I hope his fingers, touch yours!" he found himself thinking.
The husband saw the naked Pool Boy playing with himself and he slid out of his wife, stood up and with erection pointing out horizontally, he slid open the door and invited the stud of a boy to lie upon his panting wife. The boy needed no second telling, and he lay down and the camera showed a close up of his hard dick sliding into the lubricated wife.
"You could let him do your wife!" Sergeant Johns thought and as if in a dream, the back of his fingers innocently touched the captain's erection through his pyjamas.
"Yes!" Captain James sighed "This is hot porn; that pool boy is a dirty young man!" he laughed while thinking "I hope he rubs yours now!"
The husband fell upon the pool boy's back, who was skilfully fucking the wife. The husband pressed to the youth and knelt between his thighs that had his wife's thighs parted. The husband held the base of his erection and tickled the young man's arsehole.
"Yes!" agreed the sergeant while he thought "A man likes having his arse fucked!"
The threesome came together, and the porn ended. The heavy sexual atmosphere that had descended over the two of them lifted and legs and hands parted.
"Best turn in now." The captain said commandingly, standing up holding his hand in front of his crotch to try to disguise his arousal.
"Missing your wife?" Sergeant Johns laughed, nodding at his captain's failure to cover himself.
"You too!" the captain nodded down at Sergeant Roger John's obvious erection inside his pyjama leg as he lolled back on the sofa.
Sergeant Johns felt strangely proud to be showing his commanding officer, what a fine husband he was. His normal thoughts and the strange ones seemed to be mashed together.
"Good night, young man!" the captain nodded paternally. "Tomorrow night we'll swap, and you will take the bed."
"Yes sir."
7. The Light
When the captain had gone to the bedroom, Roger Johns got off the sofa and fiddled his hard cock inside his pyjamas, to make it comfortable. He opened the curtains and full moonlight streamed into the lounge. He went to the bathroom, his erection pushing against his pyjamas. He wound some sheets of soft toilet tissue around two fingers. He wished his wife were here to fuck, but the tube of soft tissue would have to be a makeshift virgina, like he had used before he got married.
The thoughts he had had been strange, but there was no way he fancied his captain, he was perfectly normal and straight.
He went back to the lounge which was flooded with moonlight. The atmosphere was distinctly masculine. It was strange, as moonlight was usually thought of as feminine, but this was a distinctly masculine atmosphere.
He lay on the sofa and let the moonlight caress his body, his fair hair, his handsome face, his strong shoulders, his smooth, naked, muscular chest, his pyjamas, his feet. "Take your pyjamas off!" he thought and athletically slipped them down and off, for the moonlight to caress his smooth muscular thighs, his curved calves. "You are lovely!" he heard his mind say.
The light felt heavy and masculine as it lay upon him. The moonlight licked his erection that lay up his stomach and caressed his scrotum, dotted with pimples and hairs. "Lovely!" he thought.
"You're better looking than the husband and prettier than the Pool Boy!" he heard himself tell himself. His fingers casually stroked his eight inches. "So manly, so handsome!"
The masculine light lay heavy upon him, and he thrust his body upwards off the sofa in an ecstasy of manly desire, against the thrusting light.
"Yes! Lovely man!" the moonlight seemed to say.
Roger tried to think whether he would prefer to be the husband or the Pool Boy. Lost in lust, and desire, he put the tube of toilet tissue over his erection and wanked with his right hand. His left hand reached behind as he thrust his body upwards and his finger slipped into his bum. "Lovely!" the moon said. So manly, so handsome, so pretty, so strong, so masculine, so wonderful! The moon worshipped him, and he thrust his man-
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" he gasped out loud. His climax was mightier than he'd ever had before, while the masculine moonlight caressed and worshipped him.
Captain Ryan James lay on the bed, it was too warm to be under the covers. He was kept awake by his young sergeant gasping and moaning in the living room. The randy young man was reacting to the porn they had watched and filling the gap the lack of a wife was causing.
He stroked the front of his pyjama trousers thinking about his wife. Would he leave off fucking her if his sergeant was watching in his Speedos and let him have a go? Porn was odd, it opened up possibilities and there was an atmosphere in this house that encouraged sexual feelings that you didn't normally feel. It was an odd place.
Disturbed by Sergeant Roger Johns shouting his orgasm, Ryan got off the bed and opened the curtains and window to get some fresh night air. The moonlight streamed in, and Roger felt incredibly masculine. "Drop your pyjamas!" he felt himself think and he dropped his trousers down his legs, standing naked before the window in the moonlight.
He looked at his torso illuminated silver in the light of the moon. "You are in very good shape for your age!" he thought as the light caressed him and the room filled with a strong masculine aura.
Naked before the open window, his penis grew from half-
He was lost in a strange dialogue of admiration. Stroke it, feel it, squeeze it, shake it, waggle it, flick it up, caress it. It was as if another man were admiring his dimensions. Would you be the husband or the Pool Boy? The captain or the sergeant? Fucking or being fucked? The moonlight caressed him adored him, worshipped him. Masculinity suffused the bedroom.
"You want to fuck him next door, feel his muscles, his strength, his youthful manliness!" He thought. "Slide into his backside, have his strong cock slide into yours, Fuck and be fucked forever, man to man, muscle to muscle, skin to skin." On and on his thoughts raced while he masturbated like a teenager.
"Oh Yes!" he gasped as desire fired up his shaft from his balls, to escape in uncontrollable globs onto the window sill, while the moon glinted joyfully in the shiny spunk.
At last, his moaning, groaning and shouting calmed down and he squeezed the last drops of desire out of his magnificent cock. "Lovely! Magnificent! Marvelous!" his thoughts cascaded like the spunk.
He slipped his pyjamas back on and slipped into the bathroom to get some tissues to mop up his copious sperm. Like a guilty teenager. Back in the bedroom the moonlight still felt strangely masculine and watched him mop up his spent sperm.
7. Kayaking, Swimming & Olympics
They had breakfast outdoors. The atmosphere in the house was oppressive, as if their solo lust last night still hung around. Neither man talked about having heard each other wanking off like kids.
They drove a mile down the road to the Kayaking centre. After quick instruction, they paddled about. It wasn't Olympic standard, but the slight rapids were fun and both men handled the physicality well.
Afterwards, they went for a meal at the pub where the cleaning lady they had met at the cabin was cleaning.
"Goin' to check in here, I expect. That house is too creepy. I tell you; I clean and get out of there as quickly as possible. Young fellers like you should get rooms here, before that place drives you mad! That's how I see it!" She gave her unasked for opinion.
Over the meal, which they consumed slowly, they talked about everything except the house and the strange thoughts they had had there. As if to compensate for their teenage behaviour last night, they started talking about how much they were missing their wives. Their conversation got a bit leery, and they had to whisper so no other diners could hear them.
That afternoon, they quickly went into the house to change into their trunks, stripping off in the bedroom casually, like guys do at the gym or swimming baths. Ignoring the bare male flesh, not looking.
The river was cold, the swimming exhilarating, each man was strong and manly.
They dashed, shivering back to the house and took turns in the shower, the one watching the other until their flesh was warmed up. This was more normal. Just two guys changing and showering. There were no lewd thoughts. Neither of them thought anything of the other's nudity.
After tea, they lit a log-
Men wrestled and the firelight glowed a deep amber glow around the room, and it seemed to take over the atmosphere, while the two men watched the two men wrestling, muscle to muscle, limb to limb.
"You could wrestle on the rug!" the captain found himself thinking in the fire glow that seemed somehow masculine like the moonlight had seemed.
"Have you ever wrestled, Ryan?" Roger Johns said, feeling supremely masculine in the firelight, with men wrestling manfully on the TV. "It's very manly to wrestle," young Roger thought."
"No, well when I was a kid, my dad and I play wrestled. Nothing serious."
"He's old enough to be your dad, invite him to wrestle, it will be fun!" Roger thought. The two men on the TV were clamped together in the most unlikely formation. "It's very manly to wrestle," he thought."
Captain Ryan James felt suddenly fatherly to the young sergeant. "He's strong, you'll enjoy wrestling with him!" he found himself thinking.
"Do it! Wrestle!" Roger Johns felt an impulse.
"Show me how you and your dad used to do it?" Roger said, standing up and stepping onto the rug.
"Why not?" Ryan said and felt himself thinking. "He's young and handsome, wrestle with him, do it!" he stood up as if reluctant, but actually throbbing with keen desire to clamp their bodies together like the men on the TV.
The atmosphere of the room was strongly masculine, like a gymnasium or Sauna. Ryan shrugged his shirt off and Roger, laughing did the same.
"Best do this properly!" Ryan said, looking at the young man's chest that throbbed golden in the firelight. He kicked off his shoes and socks and cast his trousers off.
He knelt on the rug and waited for his sergeant to strip. "He's magnificent, clutch his body to yours!" he felt a thought, almost like a command.
Gayly, Roger Johns laughed, caught in the manly atmosphere. He cast his clothes off down to his briefs in front of the kneeling, almost naked man. "He'll sweep you up in his strong arms. Do it!" he felt commanded by the atmosphere in the room. He knelt before his captain in his briefer briefs. "How do we do this?" he said.
The firelight shone on their almost naked, masculine bodies as if the flickers of light were caressing their skin.
Ryan flung himself at Roger, knocking his kneeling body backwards to fall upon him.
Limbs entangled, men fought manfully, skin to skin. Over and over, they tumbled "Yes! Magnificent!" something seemed to think.
Fatherly man clasped the young husband as the married men wrestled like they were in the movie "Sons and Lovers" something compelling them to clasp and wriggle in manly combat.
One lay on the other, briefs to briefs that slid off their waists and down their crotches. "You'll be naked soon and really wrestle like men!" the firelit room seemed to say as if in applause of their manly wrestle.
Roger felt like a young man in older, paternal arms and Ryan clutched him adoringly like a proud man his son. Over and over, they rolled crotch to crotch. They were no longer wrestling, but more like adoring their manliness. "Feel his crotch against yours, clamped like lovers!" the air seemed to say.
The light from the fading fire illuminated their limbs when the TV went from wrestling to swimming. "I'm done in!" Captain Ryan said as he rolled of his supple adversary. The aquatics on the telly seemed to cool the passionate light of the room.
Sergeant Johns laughed, lying beside him. "You did all right for an old man!" he chuckled.
"Shall I put another log on the fire?" Ryan said as they lay watching the men manfully doing the crawl in the cool water.
"Maybe time for kip" Roger said.
"Well, you get the bed tonight!" Ryan said hopping onto his feet and pulling is briefs up over his pubis crotch.
Roger stood, pulling his briefer brief up to cover himself as best they could do "Are you sure, sir?" It felt rude to not give his captain superiority.
"I'm sure!"
The two men shook manly hands and patted manly shoulders in recognition of their masculine efforts and said good night.
8. Fateful Night
Roger Johns took himself to the bathroom and washed his young lithe body with a cool facecloth to soothe and clear the sweat from the wrestling. He felt his face and decided to have a shave. He could go for two or three days, being fair and not hairy, but it was time to shave.
He watched his shaved face in the mirror, and something made him think "You are gorgeous!". He smiled at the thought, which went on to say "Let me see your cock!"
He proudly dropped his briefs and cleaned his gear with the cooling facecloth. The mirror seemed to admire his manly proportioned cock and balls, although they were flaccid.
He winked at himself and nakedly went into the bedroom. It was too warm to get under the covers and with the light off, he opened the window for a pleasant breeze to waft in and over his skin. He lay on top of the covers thinking "Last night he lay on this bed after he had wanked off over by the window!"
He didn't know why he thought he masturbated at the window.
When he heard Roger had left the bathroom, Captain James went in there in his briefs and washed his skin before shaving, thinking, "He's shaved off his boyish bristles too, Pity, they felt good rasping against my skin!"
"Let's see how your cock is looking," the reflection in the mirror seemed to say and Ryan dropped his briefs and caressed his flaccid cock and balls with the facecloth. "He's wiped his cock too with this same cloth" he felt himself think as if he were a dad proud of his boy now a man.
He went back to the lounge and opened the window for fresh air which was a bit stale from the fire and the manly sweating. He lay naked on the sofa and the thought came to him "the young man had his noisy wank here last night!" he carelessly caressed his cock and balls and could not stop thinking about the strong young sergeant and his sexual life.
On the bed, Sergeant Roger Johns felt the soothing, cool air from the window, caress his skin as if it were saying "You are so beautiful, so handsome, so masculine, so magnificent, so manly!"
He stroked himself and wondered about getting some toilet tissue from the bathroom. He wasn't thinking about his wife, he was thinking about wrestling with a man, watching porn with a man, touching a man's thigh. "Men are magnificent!" the very air around him seemed to be saying.
The air whispered over his arms and legs and down his chest to his half erection "I want you!" something seemed to say. "I want your body, your hair, your face, your neck, your shoulders, your strong arms. Your manly chest, your feet, your ankles, your manly calves, your muscular thighs and most of all, I want your wonderful cock and balls!"
Roger seemed overcome with some strange lust that hung in the air. It was as if someone was there with him, a man!
"Who's there?" he asked the disembodied thoughts of lust.
"I want you! I want to feel your lovely body!" the entity seemed to say.
"Go away!" Roger said out loud. "I'm a happily married man!" he protested but was overwhelmed with desire for male bodies that emanated from the cool air and seemed to gain strength from his resistance.
"You are mine! I want you; I love you; I desire you!"
Roger felt like a little boy, afraid of the dark, he was sweating and panicking as he felt himself taken over by some unknown force.
"Daddy!" he cried out and realised he was a grown man, and his dad was not there to protect him. "Captain! Help! Ryan!" he shouted.
The door flung open, and the eerie presence weakened. "What is it, Roger?" Ryan rushed in naked as a baby.
"There's someone in her, something!" Roger gasped and reached out for his captain who rushed to the bed and gathered him up in his arms.
"There's nobody here, you're safe, probably a bad dream!" he ran his hand through his fair hair while gathering his shoulders in his arm and hushing the young man's face to his chest.
Like a boy in his dad's arms, Roger snuggled to the naked man, his hand carelessly dropping to the captain's lap to feel the erection that Ryan had excited while on the sofa.
"Now!" a thought filled the air, and Captain Ryan James kissed the top of the frightened man's head, and the handsome face lifted up to look submissively into his Captain's eyes.
"Now!" a voice seemed to come in on the breeze and Ryan James kissed the smooth cheek. Roger Johns responded, closing his eyes and pressing his cheek to the captains' lips.
"Now!" the voice commanded, and Roger ran his fingers over the older man's erection sending thrills of pleasure through both of them.
Captain Ryan James gently lay his sergeant down on the bed and kissed his neck while thrusting his hips to run his cock thought the younger man's hand.
"Yes!" a voice said either it was the essence or the men. The captain threw his strong body onto the sergeant's firm body, not to wrestle but to make love.
"Yes!" the wind moaned, and the sergeant felt his captain's penis rub and press against his, in glorious fusion, while their mouths hungrily found each other!
Tender, comforting love replaced the eerie presence and hard muscle pressed hard muscle as only men can. Erection rubbed erection. Thighs pressed and buttocks throbbed in manly embrace.
The room filled with a magnificent masculinity as if the very air itself was throbbing with manly essence and the two men gave themselves in surrender to lust for men.
On and on they embraced while the air itself enfolded their bodies in adoration.
"Taste him!" a voice commanded.
"Taste me!" Roger Johns said.
Ryan James kissed down his body, over his chest and Roger's hand gently guided the top of the captain's head down to the tasting.
"Lovely!" the voice said.
Sergeant Roger Johns tasted sweet, and the juice exposed by the foreskin drawing back was slippery on his tongue. He gasped "Lovely!" as he swallowed and licked, sucked and flicked the knob around his mouth.
"Taste him!" the voice sighed on the breeze.
"Taste me!" Ryan James said and holding Roger's cock in his mouth, he circled his body around for Roger's mouth to taste him.
"Gorgeous!" the breeze said.
Captain Ryan Johns tasted salty sweet to Sergeant Roger James. "Gorgeous!" he said and used his lips to encourage the captain's knob to slide out of his foreskin to fill Roger's mouth with thick man meat.
The two soldiers sixty-
Hypnotised by the masculine breeze, they sucked and slurped, caressed and stroked. Their masculine bodies entwined like Ancient Greek wrestlers. The breeze sang in glory of their embrace. On and on they sucked.
"Draw manhood out!" the breeze sang and both men felt their climax coming. Instinctively they pulled off their cocks and Captain James gathered Sergeant Johns to him as they panted and thrust their crotches together in glorious masculine climax.
Like fireworks, they shot and pulsed while the very air of the room flashed in joyful light.
"Yes!" the room sang.
"Yes!" Roger James pressed and throbbed.
"Yes!" Ryan Johns clasped and thrust.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" the breeze celebrated.
Lost in an unknown passion, the two men cuddled and slithered together, gently falling into a peaceful sleep.
Next
Next morning they said nothing, Captain James and Sergeant Johns got off the bed, their skin was stuck together with dried spunk.
Soon enough they had their bags packed, both eager to get back to their wives. They phoned the cleaning lady who arrived to take the key off them.
"I said you'd be best not stayin'" she nodded wisely. "Place is haunted and no lie!"
On the way home, sergeant Johns broke the silence, "Look sir, what happened back there,"
"Some sort of possession, best forgotten!" Captain James interrupted.
"Best forgotten." Sergeant Johns agreed. "Mind you we could study the phenomena impartially." He said, thinking that would be impossible.
"Best sticking to the paranormal cases we have." Captain James said.
Sergeant Johns thought it would be best sticking to the unexplained spontaneous combustions and UFOs. Things that had no basis in fact.
A week later two young people excitedly entered the Spooky Staycation of Westcliffe Cabin. He was a gay young man whose boyfriend couldn’t come, so he was holidaying with his best friend, a girl who knew he was gay but with whom he shared common interests of knitting, fashion and interior design.
As the light breeze blew into the cabin from behind them the boy had the thought "I could make an exception with her!"
She thought "He's pretty, a holiday romance, why not?"
Meanwhile two wives thought their husbands should take two-