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It looked like every first year had the same classes, for the four of us became part of a large crowd trudging from the dorms into the auditorium we had just been in two days earlier. I opted to not sit in the same place just out of some queer feeling, but I followed Jake and sat next to him. Eitan glared at me but sat behind Jake. Peng went elsewhere. I mean, there was no reason we had to sit together, and I guess it wouldn't hurt to meet new people. Roommates don't have to be BFFs, right?

Thank you!

"Thanks, Mrs. Jason's Mom," I toasted her as I sipped my can of Diet Qoque. She rolled her eyes: She hated when I called her that. It was Thanksgiving, and Jason's family had pseudo-adopted me given that my parents were out of the picture. As so many of us know, a family is not necessarily the one you were born into, but rather it's the one you make for yourself. I turned, pressed Record, and I started to make my usual contribution, the mashed potatoes. Five pounds of potatoes, 10 table

Some of those questions might be answered in the 25th – and final – chapter.

Still panting a little, Will replied, "'Original?' What the fuck does that mean?" I cleared my throat a third time, a little intimidated. "I'm the William that originally entered the house. When I did, I was split into six versions, plus myself. You all have been moving throughout the house and fucking and I've been experiencing all of it. And I mean all of it." I stared at each of them before I continued. "The main ghost was holding me in some kind of place where I couldn't move. F

Below me I saw the six versions, in groups of three. Bill replied to Will's statement about finding new friends: "Yes. But, they're not really friends, they're us. Me. You. Them. We're all the same person." Will looked at him in disbelief, then turned to Liam. "See, I told you it was some crazy shit." Turning back to Bill: "Are you sure you and your friends aren't smoking something 'funny?' And, if you are, do you mind sharing?" "No, he's right," Willy spoke up. "Yeah, we

"Why are you doing this to me, Billie?" I whined at the ghost, thinking maybe I could stall, reason, or bargain my way out. "Why does anyone do anything?" he asked. "Money?" He looked at me like I was an idiot. "What would I do with money, I'm a ghost?" "Power?" "Ah, you're getting much warmer there." "Sex?" "Heh." "Survival?" "Ding-ding-ding!! Mostly that, plus a little from columns B and C." "How do I help you survive? Wait a sec … didn't yo

My stiff peaks still burned from the pinching of the clamps, while my doughnut ached to be filled as my creampuffs yearned for release. I couldn't see from the blindfold, but I licked my lips at the thought of whatever Sir might do to me. He wouldn't just have me impale myself on two dildos and then do nothing, right? Have me hang my cornhole off the counter and do nothing, right? I heard nothing, and I saw nothing, the anticipation driving me crazy. The cuffs severely limiting what I c

Full backstory/exposition is written, should go live on November 1. I've written the final three chapters after that, except one remaining sex scene. Whole sucker's about 55,000 words. I'm kinda proud of it, for all its faults and slight inconsistencies, this was fun to write with all the different variations and why we have so many cum fountains goings on ;).

Unlikely.

"A great uncle?" I looked back to the bed, where Willy was sitting up. "Why do you ask?" The guy with glasses walked into the room and I closed the door. He looked anxious and was perspiring slightly, his breathing a little shallow as though he'd been running. "Just tell me." "Yeah," I replied. I looked to the bed, and Willy nodded. "Me, too," the newcomer stated. "And I'm going to also guess: Both of you are named William?" "I'm Billy, and that's Willy, but yeah, o

We'll see! I wrote the two three-way chapters last night, they're in the queue to be posted here tomorrow and Friday. Tonight I need to write William's perspective.

It will continue to become clearer.

The ghost turned to me, and he asked, "Do you know what's happening next? You do know, right?" "Of course I do. It's obvious. You all are going to make me fuck me every which way from Sunday." The ghost hover-moved-flew towards me, stopping a few inches from my face. In a low, quiet, and intensely serious voice, he stated: "I'm not making you do anything." "How the fuck can you say that!?" I yelled at him. "You and your friends are possessing … me … and making all the mes act

Just for funzies and because I need a tiny break before writing the 5th-from-last chapter of THIS story, here's that scene I just mentioned. Though it will certainly be edited before I really post it: