The Ghost of Devon House

"There it is." Bane leaned against the side of the Camaro, hands stuffed in the front pockets of his Levi's, and nodded up the hill at the old house. Bane's leather jacket hung open, exposing his muscular chest and rippled abs. He thought it was "sexy" to wear the jacket without a shirt underneath.

He was right. Rowen was more interested in Bane's bare skin than the supposedly haunted house that Bane and Sean -Rowen's older brother -had brought him to.

"This is the right of passage for all the gay boys of Blackwell," Sean told him as he gazed at the house. "If you don't do this..." Sean turned and looked at him in a way that Rowen guessed was supposed to creep him out but didn't really. "...You'll be forever haunted by the ghost of Devon house."

"You're so full of shit," Rowen scowled and rolled his eyes. "I don't believe in ghosts, dumb ass. I'm not a little kid anymore, I ain't falling for your bullshit scary stories." Although Rowen was the younger of the two, he found it rather juvenile and gullible that Sean had such a fixation on all things supernatural and actually bought into almost every "other worldly" encounter that he heard or read about. This was just one more. Rowen allowed Sean to drag him along on this wild ghost chase only because of Bane. The guy was too fucking hot for his own good, and much too sexy for Rowen to refuse an up-close opportunity to drool over him.

Bane cocked his head toward Rowen and Rowen's knees nearly buckled. He'd been secretly lusting for his older brother's friend since Sean had met the guy in some online chat room and showed his picture to Rowen. He had never been more thankful that his brother was straight -especially upon learning that Bane was gay. Not that Rowen had a snowball's chance in hell of landing a guy like Bane, but at least he didn't have to watch with envy and jealousy as his brother dated him. They were friends and nothing more. Rowen suspected his "crush" wasn't so secret, though, as Sean teased him plenty about the guy, even before they had met Bane in person. It seemed to take Bane a mere instant to pick up on Rowen's interest as well, and he seemed to delight in flirting with him. He knew Bane wasn't serious but, shit, it got him cock hard every time just thinking that he might be.

"It's true," Bane said. "Jerry Devon -Blackwell's first gay boy -died a virgin in that house on a Halloween night back in the early 1900's. No one knows if it was foul play, suicide, or an accident, but legend tells that ever since then, his ghost seeks out virgin gay boys every Halloween for a de-virginizing fuck-fest. And if you don't let him do you, he'll haunt you for the rest of your days."

Rowen stared at him incredulously. "You're out of your fucking mind. Jerry? I'm supposed to be scared of a ghost named Jerry?" He shook his head. "And that story is the biggest bunch of bullshit I've ever heard. It isn't even creative. A gay virgin ghost named Jerry looking for a Halloween fuck? Seriously?"

"Seriously," Bane nodded and smiled.

"Uh-huh." Rowen chuffed and looked up at the house. The place had been long abandoned and the front yard was more weeds than grass, engulfing the broken down fence and the porch steps. Most of the windows were boarded up and the roof appeared to sag a bit. "So tell me..." He looked at Bane and Sean. "Who do you know who's been fucked by Jerry the ghost?"

A quirky smile twisted Bane's lips. "Yours truly."

Caught off guard, Rowen stared at him. "Huh?"

Bane swept his hand through his soft black hair as the strands sprung free of his fingers and fell across his brow and partially into his captivating crystal blue eyes. "Yep," he nodded. "No way I wanted to be haunted by a horny gay ghost the rest of my life. I was seventeen on the Halloween night that I went in there." He shook his head and whistled low. "That was a Halloween I'll never forget. I swear it took me a week before I was walking normal again."