| The Phantom of 208 | ||
| I walked into my new Houston
Apartment soaking wet, but with an intense feeling of freedom. The manager was
busy rattling off the specifics of the place as I looked around. "All your
furniture and boxes arrived yesterday. I had the delivery men just put them in
the living room. I hope that's okay." "Fine, thank you." "I thought you paid a pet deposit?" "I did, I left her back in Denver until I got settled. Then my parents are going to send her by plane." "I bet you miss her." The man said. "I have two and they've got a way of wheedling themselves into your heart." "Yeah, they do." Thunder pounded outside. "Man this weather." He shook his head. I hope it doesn't flood. Ever since yesterday it's just been pouring." "I kinda like the rain." I smiled. "Well, I bet you'd like to alone to start unpacking, so I'll just leave the keys on the counter and my home number in case you have any questions what-so-ever. Please don't hesitate to call." I looked around a final time, and then began to unpack. I was only able to get my bedroom set up before I found myself becoming intensely tired and finally gave up and went to sleep. My dreams that night were uncomfortable. I tossed and turned as I saw a man in a white mask watching me. No matter where I went or what I did, there he was. His eyes red and angry and his stare constant. I woke the next morning rather jumpy. Unlike most dreams, this one refused to fade. I combed my hair after my morning shower, getting ready to hunt down the job I was supposed to have waiting for me. I rubbed the steam off the mirror so I could check my part. Angry red eyes stared back at me. I panicked, jumping back and panting hard. It took every ounce of courage I had to look into that mirror again. When I did, there was just my reflection. I got dressed and made it to the job site in time to catch the boss on his way out to lunch. "Now the reason I hired you, work unseen is because of your references from Bill Jacobs and George Freely. Now you realize, this is a gay owned and operated business. That means we have to be ten times better than the other businesses in this town just to be considered for any jobs." I nodded. The rest of lunch was the same. He went on about the job and I nodded. His last words before I left for home were "Welcome to Houston." I nodded. I came home to find a large man leaving my apartment. "You live here?" "Yes." "Okay, sign here. I got your telephone installed." I signed. "Here's the number. Happy phoning." I called my parents, gave them the number and address and asked them to call me and tell me when they were able to ship Ginger. That night, I had a peaceful sleep and the next day at work was good. That afternoon, when I answered the phone was, however, not so good. "Hey baby. I miss you." "Mark? How the hell did you get my number?" "I asked your parents. They still want us to be together. And so do I. Don't you know how much I love you?" "I don't care if you went on live TV and announced it to the world." I said flat out. "It's over. The sex was good. You were bad. Good-bye." I slammed down the phone and went back downstairs in the rain for the rest of the groceries. He was the main reason I moved to Houston. I had spent long enough trying to salvage a relationship that was continuously sabotaged from the start. "Power's out!" Someone in one apartment yelled across the courtyard at a passing maintenance man. "It's the storm!" he yelled back. "What'd ya want me to do?" I reached my car, listening to the thunder in the darkening afternoon. It was freezing. I locked the trunk and went back through the courtyard up the stairs and into my apartment. I left the door open, trying to let in what little light there was. I placed the bags on the counter and squinted through several kitchen boxes for candles. None. I went into the hallway to the back closet, getting a sweater. I may not be able to see, but at least I'll be warm. I turned, finding someone inches in front of me. My mouth was covered, my body pressed back against the wall. I panicked starting to struggle against the attacker, but I was held firm. He was half a foot taller than my five seven height. Muscles large and straining under the tight sweater he wore. I could feel that much. Realizing I couldn't get away, I stopped my struggling and looked up to see his face in the darkness. I could barely see the white outline of a mask he was wearing as he tightened his hand over my mouth. The door open behind him, he pressed me tighter against the wall. His breath hot as the mouth slit of his mask touched my cheek. I again tried to move him off me, my voice rising under his hand, heat racing wildly. "Don't speak." His voice hissed as his hand moved from my mouth. He pressed closer still, my arms now flat against the wall. He moved his hand down to my pants and roughly unzipped me. I had no underwear on. I tried to avoid his hand, but he just held me harder. His pants were around his ankles, his hard cock exposed, probing, wanting. The head pressed into my open zipper and his shaft found its way between my thighs. He pushed his hips to mine, through the zipper, pumping, demanding but not penetrating, taking me at his will. I moaned, my mouth suddenly covered again, I surrendered to his drive and listened to the thump of his knee against the as wall he continued his assault. My dick, stiff, rubbing on the denim as his rubbed between my smooth thighs, he pushed in, held me and threw his head back. Hands clinging to my shoulders...his cum dripped down my thighs. He withdrew, my eyes closed, I stood, trying to steady myself as I was released. He was gone. It took me some time to gather my thoughts. Walking to the door and looking outside, there was no one around. I closed the door and began to wonder if maybe it was a dream. I dropped my pants and ran my hand between my thighs feeling the wet streaks of cum. No...it wasn't a dream. The next night I had managed to unpack my kitchen and have a decent meal before I turned in for the night. Still the storms raged outside and I fell asleep listening to the rain. I felt a pressure against my face. As I woke, I was being penetrated. The pressure, a hand to silence me. The dick entering me, pounding me. I was being raped. "Don't say a word!" I was warned as my mouth was released. My arms were held at my sides and I lay there. Fucking. Servicing. My body jerking, bed squeaking, I was starting to get hard as the man in the mask forced me to lay silent. The dick was removed, the head still against my opening, and sperm leaking against it. Then he was gone. As silently as he had appeared, he was gone. It had all been so quick. Just like the first time. And it was hard, forced, and yet...I suddenly came, my come shooting out into the cool air and landing in my face and chest. Who was he? Why was he doing this? It was a week since that night. I had locked my doors and windows every night and installed a security alarm. But that was only at home. I had the nagging feeling that where ever I went I was being watched. That Friday I went to the Airport to pick up my dog. I was happy to finally have her with me and that night I stayed up late playing with her and getting re-acquainted. The next morning I woke to Ginger barking. I threw on my robe and went to the door, but there was no one there. "What's your problem?" I asked smiling. She wagged her tail looking at me innocently. I yawned, stretched and went to take a wake up shower. I was rinsing the soap from my hair when the voice was back. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. Hands around me, one going up and the other down to pull back my hips, caress my thickening cock. I began to struggle, this time, angrily. "I don't know how you got past the alarm or who the hell you are -" "Never speak" His voice echoed loudly. I was again instantly entered. The familiar hands, lips, warm water mixing us together as I was thrust up into. Again a receptacle for this Taker. I resisted as much as I could, but it was like fighting fate. Finally I just let myself go. I moved with his rhythm, became familiar with it. And eventually I wanted it. I let the water run through my open mouth, arms doubling his, hoping he would be steady enough to balance the both of us. Then, all too quick, the shudder and hard, almost impersonal stillness. Speedy withdrawal and soap still in my face, I opened my eyes to an empty room. There was a knock on my door about six that night. Ginger was barking up a storm as I answered it. "Mark! I told you I didn't want to see you anymore." "Matt, just give me a chance to talk to you a minute. Please!" Against my better judgment, I let my ex-boyfriend in. We sat in the living room with him telling me how much he missed me and loved me and the usual line he always gave. "Mark, you cheated on me - not once, but three times! It's over!" "Come on, baby. Please! I can't live without you!" He was on his knees in front of me, his arms around my hips, holding me close and crying. For a moment I began to let down my guard. And he knew it. He knew my weaknesses. His hands moving up my back, down to my jeans and pulling at the snaps. "I just wanna show you how much I love you." My jeans slipped down my legs and tossed aside, he began sucking my dick. The one thing he was an expert at. Caressing my large hairless balls as his lips sucked at my cockhead and his eyes met mine. I leaned back on the couch, pulling his head further down on my rising cock. Oh God it felt good being with him again. Horny from the shower that morning, I was getting off fast. His head bobbing and tongue circling, I was gonna blow...Oh God! Oh...yeah! Here it I opened my eyes to find the man in the mask standing above Mark. I jumped up, my dick pulling from Mark's mouth with a pop and him looking at me oddly. "Get out!" The man yelled in a voice that shook the room. The storms outside seemed to suddenly rage as if they were responding to his voice. Mark stood up in a panic. "Get out!" He jerked his arm upward, his thick fingers pointing at Mark and then it was as if reality ceased to include my apartment. Ginger barking and my baby grand began pounding out some loud medieval tune. Pictures and candlesticks, CDs began flying everywhere. I couldn't even grasp what was really happening as Mark fled from the apartment screaming! My front door slammed shut, open windows following suit and the man coming at me angrily. "You are mine!" His voice was unnatural, grating as he grasped my wrist jerking me from the couch. I pulled away from him running into the kitchen, trying to make it to the door, but he was there, in front of me as if by magic, he was just there, pushing me back against the stove, burners flaming, the heat burning my skin, "you are mine!" I struck him as hard as I could. Again and again with no effect, his hands on either side of my head, fingers laced tightly through my hair, pushing me to the floor, he slammed my head onto the cold tile. The eyes through his white mask red and flaming with anger, he forced my legs apart and roared his stick into me. I screamed, not so much in pain as fear, his body raping me, dick splitting me, I could feel his dickhead deep in my gut, pushing and prodding. His chest, thick with hair rubbing my bare stomach raw, muscles hard and angry, teeth grating against one another as the music grew louder with each thrust. He gave a final lunge, cum shooting deep in me, a deep primal growl coming from his throat, he pulled from me just before I blacked out. I woke the next morning, still on my kitchen floor. Ginger was lying next to me, sleeping soundly. My living room looked as though someone had robbed me. CDs were literally stuck in the walls, my TV exploded and walls were streaked with soot as if they had been on fire the night before. I sat in the center of it, and began to cry. Ginger, coming to lay her head in my lap, I for the first time in my life was more frightened than I had ever been in my life. I took Ginger for a long walk, trying to clear my head. Trying to get a grasp on something I didn't understand. I was still out of it as I went through the store gathering cleaning supplies and picking up apartment ads. Then, as frightened as I was, I went back to the apartment complex. As Ginger and I checked the mail, I bumped into an older man who was picking his mail up off the floor. I immediately bent to help him. "Thank you. Oh, it's you. The one who moved into -" He stopped. "What?" I asked. "Well," He cleared his throat. "I s'pose it's nothing, but no one has been able to stay in that apartment since it was rebuilt." "Rebuilt?" "A few years back there was fire there. Killed a man. I didn't know him very well, but I know he had a taste for...well, diffe-" "He was gay." I said it for him. The man nodded, eyeing me suspiciously "He had a lover, looked something like you I believe. I overheard the police say the man set the fire himself. Suicide after his lover left him. I guess he was just in such pain..." He looked at me squarely. "No one has been able to live there since. Well, I need to get going here. Nice meeting ya. Good luck, now." I went to the apartment, thinking about what the man had said. In a way, it was almost sad. Being so in love with someone you'd try to kill yourself. I opened the door, Ginger rushing in, sniffing around. I put down the groceries and mail and went into the living room. It was spotless. No CDs in the walls, no black streaks. The TV was fixed. Everything was right where it should be. I didn't sleep at all that night. I kept every light in the house on and the TV in my bedroom blasting. The next night, I finally fell asleep, Ginger on the floor and I lying on the bed, lights out, TV on. I woke as I was being mounted. Uncomfortable, awkward and silent. The air chilled and flesh heated, I parted my legs slightly and lifted to him. "Don't move." the voice said, not losing a stroke. And I lay there, partially aroused. Wondering why I was letting this happen, why I wasn't panicking. He jerked slightly, I closed my eyes feeling a release of cum. And after his release, I opened my eyes to the TV and cool night air. I pulled the blanket over me, glanced around in the darkness for the whitish out line of my dog, and seeing her, fell back to sleep. The storms were relentless. The whole week I woke to feel him inside of me. His body on top of me and his strong arms holding me. I obeyed him. Never speaking, never resisting. But always the mask came between us. I stood in the dark night, rain pouring down from above. As I pulled the plastic over my plants and looked out into the courtyard, I saw my shadow in the lightning. The thunder roared, wind touching my bare skin. With the next lightning, a second shadow joined mine. It was him, I knew it was. My stalker. My nameless, faceless lover. His hands touched my bare skin, fingertips lighting on my arms. The sky black he turned me to him and ran a large hand through my hair. Full and hard in all ways, his naked flesh pressed between my thighs. I spread for him, still standing, letting him push up between me and enter the tip of his prick head inside of me. And he began. His sex hard, yet sweet. Now a bond of intimacy, I leaned against the balcony wall, letting my arms circle his shoulders and pull him tight to me. His muscles rubbing mine, our bodies moving in perfect sync. In the abandonment of the storm, the freedom of the soaking rain, I began to be vocal for the first time. I couldn't have helped it. He was torturing my body...exciting me beyond reason. I let out a long, slow moan as my prick grated against his hairy stomach and I loudly drained my cum, shooting up onto his mask.. Wave after wave of pleasure. Shot after shot of seed, I came. He followed suit, his load draining inside of me. I still held him against me moments later when, soft, he slipped from me. I looked up to see my cum dripping from his mask. I reached up to wipe it off. In the dark, my fingers caught the edge of the porcelain and the mask flipped up, and fell to the wood floor with a crash. The lightning flashed, I looked up, seeing his face. Part of a face. The rest...was...I gasped pulling back from him, startled. Before I could think, he was gone. I lay in bed that night, remembering the sight of his face. Ginger lay next to me in the bed as I tried desperately to sleep. He didn't come that night. Nor the next. It had been over a week. Every night I waited. Each one, I met the morning alone. Saturday night. I stood in front of my sliding glass door watching the latest storm rage over the city. I couldn't help thinking about him. Remembering his thick arms and gentle touch as we had made love the last few nights. Finally, I let my head rest on the glass and began to cry. I wished I hadn't reached up to his face. I wished I hadn't reacted the way I did. I realized, I had fallen in love with him...the stranger...the lover...the Phantom. I jerked my head up as I felt hands gently touch my shoulders. I saw his face in the reflecting glass door. I turned to face him. Look directly into his burn scarred face. His eyes, a bright blue, what hair he had a soft brown, I wrapped my arms around him, holding him as tightly as I could, sobbing like a child. He laid back on the floor, me on top of him, our lips meeting for the first time. I felt his tongue against mine, hands searching one another. He was naked, body hard, cock touching my bare legs, I pulled off my underwear and moved back onto him, cock slipping as easily as always deep inside of me. I reached back to feel his huge, round balls, holding them in my hand, pulling and rolling them as his thrusts became deeper. I leaned forward, staring into his ragged face, not caring. I was with him and I wanted him. I didn't care how he looked or who he was. I loved him. I lusted him and I rode his cock harder, desperate to once again feel his cum deep in my gut. My cock throbbing, his hand touched it, gripped it and began stroking. Fast and hard, I was stroking his cock with my asshole as fast as his hand was sliding over my cock. He began to moan, his hips lifting me away from the floor, his eyes rolling back in his head, I felt myself erupting my dick spewing white cream over his chest and face. His dick was doing the same, delivering his load of cum into me once again. I finally couldn't hold myself up. I fell onto him, my lips touching his, parting and our tongues clashing. I began to drift off to sleep, still laying on his, wrapped in his arms. "Don't leave me." I whispered just before I finally fell into a deep, solid sleep. I woke the next morning in my bed. Ginger was on the floor and the sun beamed through the windows for the first time since I had moved in. I rolled onto my back and suddenly realized that I wasn't alone. My eyes focused on the man lying next to me, tucked under the blanket, sound asleep. I pulled back the cover to see the most beautiful man I had ever seen. His soft features relaxed as he lightly snored. I smoothed back his thick brown hair as I realized it was the Phantom. He had stayed. But there were no more scars, no more fear. He opened his eyes as I leaned down and kissed his full red lips and settled into his arms, resting my head on the pillow in front of him. I had never believed in fairy tales. But maybe there truly was a Beauty and the Beast. A Sarah and the Hedgehog. A man for every one who needs one. |
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