A Haunting 1 Discovery

Author: leathergearboy
Title: A Haunting: 1. Discovery
Date: 07 July 2013

"Finally!" I say out loud to myself as I unpack the last box from my car. I just spent the last week moving into my new place - my very first home. For the passed five years I've sacrificed privacy and stayed at home saving up for my own place. My parents offered to let me live with them if I proved that I was responsible enough to save up the money. So I spent many, many weekend nights at home with them watching their favorite TV shows. In all honesty, it really wasn't that awful a time. I didn't have many friends, and none of them were what I would consider to be good friends or even a best friend. Anyway, now that I was out on my own, I could start going out more often and even invite people over, maybe even have a sex life and find a lover. The idea of finally being able to do what I want when I want, really excited me. My parents are loving, but I can't say they completely approve of my homosexuality, however they were extremely supportive of me when I came out to them. Unfortunately one of their house rules was no sex which I understood and honored. That was all about to change, just not how I thought it would.

I spent the remainder of the evening unpacking all my stuff and putting it away. I'm not sure if it was just because I was alone for the first time or not, but I had this really weird feeling, almost like someone was watching me. My house wasn't very big, so there's no where anyone could hide, but I checked anyway and made sure all the doors and windows were locked. Having finally convinced myself that no one was in the house, I decided to shower and head to bed early.

I slept well that night - at least I think I did. I felt rested anyway, but I woke up sporting morning wood and hornier than I've ever been in my life. I reached to grab my crotch and memories of the dream I had that night flooded back into my head… I was laying in bed trying to sleep, but something didn't feel right. Again, someone was watching me, but even stronger now, like someone was in the room with me. I opened my eyes and standing at the foot of the bed was a shadow - a man, well, the shape of a man. Oddly, I wasn't scared, I was turned on. I could see the bulge forming in my tighty-whities. The figure moved towards me, onto the bed, crawling over me. I became more and more turned on. I could see he was a young man, 19 maybe 20. As he continued to move over me I could now see he had blond hair and blue eyes, even a natural, youthful build. When he was completely above me, he stopped and stared into my eyes. He slowly moved his head down towards mine, never looking away, keeping me locked in his gaze. I was frozen. I didn't want to move. His lips parted and pressed… I woke up. Naturally, I jerked off that morning thinking about the dream.

It was only a few nights later I dreamt of him again, only this time it was different… Again I was in bed and felt someone in the room with me. I opened my eyes and there was the shadow at the foot of the bed. Instead of getting on the bed with me, he walked towards the door, stopped, turned his head to look at me and then walked out of my bedroom. I pulled the covers off me and stepped off the bed … I was in a basement - wait, it was my basement, except it was completely empty. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement. It was him, walking towards the back wall. I move towards him. He walked into the corner and disappeared into the shadows … I woke up.

After that dream I just assumed it was probably just my subconscious trying to tell me something… what I already knew…

1. I was horny and "hard-up" for action.
2. I needed to clean out the basement; the previous owners left a bunch of stuff.

I had already planned to clean out the basement this weekend along with the attic/crawl space and a few things left in the back yard, but never really thought of doing something about taking care of #1. So I decided maybe I should go out Friday night. Who knows, maybe my mind knows something I don't?

I met up with some friends, but ended up going home alone. I didn't strike out as they say, I honestly just didn't feel like hooking up with anyone. My mind was on other things, namely the new house and getting settled in. It was strange to me though, other than cleaning up a few things, I couldn't understand why I felt that way? Everything was put away and done. I wasn't sure how much more "settled in" I could be?

I woke up the next morning, had my coffee and breakfast before starting my day. I needed to go out and get a trailer so I could haul away all the junk that was left behind. I was a little upset that I could only rent the trailer for the afternoon or I'd end up paying double and bringing it back Monday, because they were closed on Sunday. And since I had to work Monday, I couldn't do that. Which meant I was going to have to bust my ass off today making sure everything gets done. I got home and decided to start in the back yard, then move move to the attic, then finally the basement, which had the most crap in it. After a few hours it was done - looking around at how clean it was I was immediately struck with a really weird feeling, like deja vu. Then it dawned on me, it was from the dream I had. I stood there for a few moments thinking something wasn't right, there was something else. Unable to put my finger on it, I just dropped it and left to take the crap to the dump and return the trailer before it was too late.

Later that evening while I was watching TV, it just popped into my head; the figure walked towards the back wall and disappeared into the corner. That's what I felt was missing while standing down there. Having nothing else to do, I decided to humor myself and go check it out. I looked all around, but didn't notice anything out of place. There wasn't anything sitting in the corner, no trap doors, nothing in the ceiling joists, the walls seemed intact… except… I leaned over and picked some rubble off the ground. It was cement. I looked up at the wall and could see where it was falling out from between the bricks about a foot up. Curiosity, got the best of me and I poked at it with my finger. More fell out, quite easily too! I then pushed on the one of the bricks - it was loose. So, I grabbed onto it and pulled. It fell right out of the wall. Looking through the hole, I could see there was an empty space behind it. I shined my flash light into it. Unfortunately the batteries were very low so the light was extremely dim; I couldn't really see much. However, there did seem to be something in there. I pulled out a few more bricks out and could see there was a box of some sort. I pulled it out, knocking even more bricks out of the wall, "Great!" I thought, "That'll be a bitch to repair." Moving my attention back to my find, I could see it was a metal box - good sized, in fact - like a tool chest and it was padlocked. I carried it over to a work bench and gathered a few of my tools. It didn't take much effort to break the lock off and I really wondered what was the point of even having it locked. When I opened it, I wasn't quite sure what I was looking at, until I pulled it out. It was a rubber body suit, like some kinky pervert would wear; it appeared to be an entire body suit with holes only for the eyes and mouth, but it had a cover that snapped on over it. I'm not at all kinky, so the thought of wearing something like this really turned me off. I just threw it out. I was a bit disappointed hoping it would be something exciting, but at least I got a somewhat decent tool box.

Another dream… There he was again this time standing next to my bed, completely naked. He leaned over and gently kissed me on the lips as I felt his hand grope my crotch. Damn! I was so horny. I moaned. He knelt on the bed and moved towards my crotch. I could feel him peel back my underwear exposing my cock. Then I watched as he slid his mouth over it. God! It felt so good. It only took a few seconds before I shot right into his mouth. I could feel him sucking the cum out of me… Then, I woke up.

Something didn't feel right. Was I still dreaming? I opened my eyes, and sitting next to me on the bed, was a man - a silhouette of a man. I jumped back towards my nightstand and reached for the light, turned it on and looked back. There was nothing. Scared for a moment, I just sat there wondering what the fuck I just saw. It wasn't a shadow, it was solid. I could see light reflecting off of him. But what the… Did I just imagine that because of the dream I had? It was then I noticed my underwear was pulled down and my cock was very sensitive, like I had just cum. The more I thought about it I convinced myself that it was just a wet dream and what I saw was probably some residual image left over in my mind. (Whatever that meant? But it sounded good.)

I got out of bed and did my normal morning routine, feeling quite good actually. Maybe I should jerk off every morning, I thought to myself. I then headed down to the basement to look at the destruction I was going to have fix. As I walked down the stairs I noticed something on the floor by the work bench. I reached down to pick it up - it was the rubber suit I threw out last night. Odd. I must have missed the garbage can? Trying to remember if I even noticed at the time. Oh well. I grabbed it walked over to the wall and took stock of everything I'd need. On my way to the car I threw the suit in the outside garbage can and went to the hardware store to get my supplies.

I was laying in bed when I heard a crash coming from the basement. Startled, I jumped up and turned the light and tried to listen for anything else. A few moments later another, smaller crashing sound. Sounded like rocks… Fuck! It was then I realized it must be the wall. My guess was confirmed when I got down to the basement, there was a pile of bricks on the floor and the hole in the wall was now almost twice as large as before. Just then I heard a step creak. I looked but there was nothing there. Damn! This house makes a lot of noise! I headed back upstairs and into my bathroom to piss. I turned to switch the bathroom light off and head back to bed and standing in the middle of my room was a black figure. At first I wasn't sure what I was looking at. Then it dawned on me, it was that rubber suit I threw out. Was I imagining this or was it real? I wasn't sure what to do. I just froze, like a deer in headlights. A few moments passed before it moved towards me. I panicked and ran for the bedroom door. He…it grabbed me and pushed me into the wall, knocking the wind out of me. Then threw me onto the bed. He quickly pounced on me and we wrestled around. "Who are you? What do you want?" I screamed. He said nothing and continued to try to gain control. He got ahold of my wrists and forced them above my head. Then got his legs wrapped around mine with his body laying on top of me he had me pinned down. It was then I saw his eyes; they were blue and full of lust and anger. He rolled me over onto my stomach. I screamed again, "Get off me. Let me go". He forced my arms behind my back and held them there. I could then feel him pulling down my underwear. I really started to kick and struggle, to no affect. He easily slid his legs between mine and pushed them apart. I could feel the tip of his cock poking at my hole. "What the fuck are you doing? Please don't do this." Now I'm really scared, I've never been fucked before and not sure I ever wanted to be. He just grabbed my head and shoved it into my pillow to muffle my screams. The pain was intense as he pushed all the way into me. I screamed. If my face wasn't smashed into my pillow, I probably would've woken up the entire neighborhood. I tried struggling to get free a few times, but he was very strong. I finally gave up and sobbed into the pillow as he raped me. The physical pain subsided after a few minutes, but the emotional pain was very much present and overwhelming. It wasn't much longer before he was done. Still holding me down he pulled my underwear completely off me and then back on. I was too lost to even wonder what he was doing. Then he was gone. I laid in bed and cried myself to sleep.

I dreamt of the boy again… We were laying in my bed and he was holding me, comforting me. I wasn't sure why? I felt him kiss my forehead… I woke up.