Whirlwind by Bailey Bradford (reading the story of the .txt) 📕

daddy had a thing for alliteration. That was okay—Stefan just enjoyed the way the guy held himself, the way he walked. There was confidence in them he was going to try his damnedest to mimic.

Stefan puffed up his chest. Wow, that made his lower back kind of ache. He eyed Wally again. Okay, so Wally just had a bulkier chest. Stefan glanced down at his own torso. He was kinda scrawny, but not a total twig. He pulled his shirt out from the collar so he could peer down it. He was close to having some little moobs going on in there. Not that he actually had man boobs. His pecs just weren’t rock-hard, and sometimes his nipples got hard and pointy, even puffy if he played with them enough.

Still, his chest was soft, he guessed. All of him was. He was lean, but he didn’t have a six-pack, or even a four-pack. Hell, he didn’t even have a bottle or a can on his abs. There was nothing but pale, smooth, hairless skin and honestly, Stefan liked the way it felt under his hands.

He’d really like to feel a hard, muscular body under his hands, but that wasn’t likely. His one foray into checking out a gay club—with the reasoning that maybe other gay spirits would be horny and hanging around—had been a bust.

Besides, with everyone he knew in happy, monogamous relationships, he couldn’t have gone through with fucking around. Probably. It would have made him feel cheap.

Or really happy.

Stefan slapped his own cheek lightly. “Head out of the gutter, man.”

Of course, Wally had to reach down and rub his cock through his hideous orange work jumpsuit right then. Stefan moaned as his own shaft grew erect. Wally kept rubbing himself as he eyed a big-busted redhead shaking her ass as she walked into the gas station. The sight did nothing for Stefan, but Wally sure liked it.

He liked it enough to get in his truck and immediately whip out his pecker. Stefan grimaced. Well, that was a disappointment. Stefan tried not to be a penis snob when he was indulging his voyeuristic tendencies, but Jesus, that was just pathetic.

“So much for that bravado.” He gave Wally’s extra thumb a scathing glance then left to find Lee. Maybe he’d be doing something interesting. Hopefully not having sex with Darren. Stefan would cop to having peeked on them some when they’d first started messing around. He hadn’t spied on them all the way. That would have been too many kinds of wrong, and while he’d seen his brother Lee naked before, it’d been in a totally different context. Watching Lee fuck anyone would have almost been incestuous.

Watching Darren, however, had been an eye-opener. Just like watching Laine and Sev—talk about sex ed! The things those two did… Stefan shivered and palmed his cock through his jeans. Going to the room Lee and Darren had set aside just for him sounded like a better idea than seeking out Lee. Stefan had the urge to beat off until he passed out from coming so much.

In the blink of an eye, he was in his room. Despite not being able to see him, and despite the fact that Stefan didn’t need any of it, his brother and Darren had fully furnished the bedroom. There was a queen-sized bed and a dresser along with a nightstand that all matched. Darren had also put a laptop in the room. Every now and then, Stefan could focus enough to tap out a short message. It took a lot of energy, though, so he didn’t do it often.

Conner could write a whole goddamned novel on that thing. Stefan huffed in annoyance as he made his clothes disappear. He wanted to be as strong as Conner was someday, but it wasn’t going to happen. Conner’s spirit had been a dynamic one when he’d been alive. Stefan’s, not so much.

Stefan did tap a few buttons to get the porn playing. That was worth expending some energy for. It didn’t take him long to get off as he watched the action on the screen. Two rough, gruff bear-types battled it out for dominance before the one with less gray in his hair pinned the older-looking one down and fucked him. That was hot, but the kiss they shared as the younger guy slowly pushed into his man was way sexier than the actual sex was.

Stefan didn’t last past the kiss, but he never did. There was a tenderness in those men’s expressions that couldn’t be faked. If they were faking it, they needed to get to acting in Hollywood movies pronto. They’d take every acting award there was.

Coming felt just as good as it had when he’d been living. Stefan moaned and clenched his butt as his orgasm spiraled up from his balls to spurt out of his slit. His cum was still warm and sticky on his skin, the scent still pungent and tangy. Stefan barely managed to keep his eyes open so he could see that kiss.

God, he wanted to be kissed like that. Getting fucked would be good, too. He thought he’d like it way better than he had before. He was older now, more mature in so many ways, and he’d spied on enough men getting fucked that he knew it wasn’t usually the painful thing he’d experienced under Johnny’s demanding body.

Stefan shook his hand, sending spunk splattering, except it didn’t stay where it landed. Almost as soon as it hit, it evaporated. Stefan snorted as one splotch of it began disappearing off the dresser mirror. The stuff would stay on him until he willed it gone. Why did it vanish on other objects? Maybe because it didn’t exist outside of him.

He’d long ago given up trying to make sense or rules for what being a spirit meant. There were some basic rules, sure, like concentrating to firm up and let a living body feel you. How to move from place to place, how to