Mr. Cabinet

Green Moss

I don't expect anyone to believe this. To be honest, I don't care.

I want to post this before I… before I call him.

My name is Peter. I am 26 years old. I am an archeology student at university. It doesn't matter which one. I am majoring in Mexican studies.

My Professor had heard a rumour from somewhere, of previously unknown carvings in a cave near a small town, so he asked me to investigate.

It was about a six hour drive, and when I got there I found… absolutely nothing. I must have talked to half the population and nobody had heard anything. It didn't really surprise me – the town was in the middle of a flat plain in the desert. There was nowhere to even begin to look for a cave. I stayed in a local inn for the night and set off back home the next day.

About two hours later. I passed a road sign that seemed to indicate a much shorter route than the one I was taking. I pulled over and checked my map. There was no road shown in that spot. I reversed back and checked the sign. That was what it said alright. I shrugged my shoulders and took the shortcut.

Five or six miles later the cars engine stopped. No spluttering, no warning, it just stopped. I cursed and pulled over onto the shoulder. I tried the key – nothing. No lights, no radio, nothing. I cursed again and got out of the car.

I was surrounded by desert. 360 degrees of desert. Not even a cactus in sight. I was about to get back into the car when I saw, out of the corner of my eye, an old house, about 30 yards off the road – and it had a phone line running to it! I rubbed my eyes and put it down to heat haze.

I walked over to the house.

This is where things start to get weird.

I knocked on the door and an ancient weathered man opened it. He had about 4 teeth in his head and the most piercing light, light blue eyes.

"You must be Peter," he said "Pablo said I should expect you."

"My name is Peter," I replied, "but I'm not the Peter you are waiting for. I'm only here because my car broke down on the road and I saw you have a phone line."

"Yes yes yes," he cackled "that is what Pablo said. Come and sit down. Pablo will be here soon."

I decided the old guy was senile but probably harmless, but at least it was out of the sun. So I sat down and asked him for a glass of water.

"Aaaah," he chortled "you are thirsty!"

He said it as though it was a divine revelation. But he got me some water.

"Can I use your telephone," I asked – very slowly and clearly.

"Ha ha ha ha ha!" he cackled again "that thing hasn't worked for years. You will have to wait for Pablo."

"Fine," I thought "I will wait for Pablo."

We sat in silence for a while, aprt from the occasional muffled cackle from the old man. Then he looked towards the door.

He jumped up. "Pablo is here!" Walked over to the door, opened it, went outside and shut it behind him.

There was a pause, then the door opened again and a young boy walked in.

Sun-bleached blonde hair in tight curls, about 13? years old and the same light, light, piercing blue eyes that the old man had.

"Hello Peter," he said. "I am Pablo."

"Hang on a moment, I'm not the Peter you are expecting, I'm only here because my car broke down"

"But here you are… so you will have to do," he smiled. "I don't suppose you would be interested in some cave carvings in the rocks behind the house?"

"Carvings? Here?" I hadn't seen any rocks.

"Yes, in the rocks behind the house," He spoke very slowly and clearly, exactly as I had spoken to the old man.

He winked, "Come, I will show you"

He held out his hand to me and led me out of the back door.

There were two rocks behind the house, each one larger than the house itself – they must have been hiding I supposed. Behind them was a little pool with a stream running into it from an opening between the rocks.

He led me into the cave. It had a sandy floor with the stream running through the center. He pointed to the back of the cave.

"There, on the left towards the bottom"

It was quite dark in the cave, compared to the brightness outside, and it took a few minutes for my eyes to become accustomed to the light. He was right. A single line of indistinct symbols. Probably about 1500 years old.

"Can you read them," Pablo asked, You could hear the smile in his voice.

"I don't know… ummmmm… something about seeds?… maybe… something like… getting new seeds?… no… refreshing the seeds… I think. I must get my camera."

"There is plenty of time for that," he said from behind me.

I turned around and looked at him. The light was dim but I could see he was totally naked.

"Hey… what?" I mumbled.

"Take your clothes off Peter"

I was going to argue but my hands did as he said.

He came closer. I was feeling just a bit freaked out and my cock was soft and shrunken.

He leant down, picked up some green moss from the side of the stream and squeezed it in his hand. A green liquid dripped out.

He spread it on my cock and his anus. It felt cold and tingly and slippery.

My cock forgot about being freaked out and within ten seconds was rock hard. and tingling.

He lay on his back and raised his legs.

"Now Peter," he whispered, "refresh my seed."

My mind was still in shock but my body knew what to do.

I felt my cock head against him and pushed.

I slipped all the way in beore I realized it. He was hot and tight and his arsehole gripped and pulsed at my cock. I grunted.

"Mmmmmmm," he murmurmed, I can taste fresh seed," He licked his lips. "Pump it into me"

I started stroking into him, it was obvious that he loved it, smiling, caressing his own nipples, and moving and stretching himself. It was all too much for me. Five or six strokes and I felt the dam about to burst.

"Pablo!" I gasped, "I'm. going. to… "

"Not just yet Peter," he said.

The pressure continued to build, I was panting and pumping and every stroke took me higher.

Again I said "Pablo! I'm. going. to… "

"Soon," he replied, and the pressure kept building.

I was almost in pain now.

The tension in the air was electric. Literally. I looked at my hands and saw tiny sparks leaping from my fingers to the sand. I looked at Pablo – he was smiling gently – and sparks were playing amongst his hair. My body felt like I was on fire.

"Almost there now," he grinned.

I heard myself squealing…

"Now," he said.

I gave one more stroke and came deep inside him. I thought my cock was going to rupture.

As my come hit him… lightning. struck. outside. the. cave. The light and sound and shock poured through my body and I nearly passed out.

I heard him whispering "It will pass, its Ok now… Its over… its all right"

I looked into his eyes, "Who, what… are you?"

"Me? he answered "I am Pablo. They call me the little one. I am the legend that never was… "

He laughed softly. His laughter bounced around the mountains like distant thunder.

"Yes, he said again, "I am Pablo and I needed that."

"and now that that is out of my system," he winked,"let us have some fun."

"Theres not much chance of that," I looked down at my shrunken cock.

"Oh dear, what a poor thing," he reached out and stroked it with one finger, "let me see if I can make it feel better… "

He put more green moss juice on it and, a little more slowly than before, it stood up and begged.

He lay down again "what are you waiting for… "

I screwed him.

I screwed him face up and then I screwed him face down, I screwed him doggy style and I screwed him on his side. Then, for a change he rode me. He took me to a peak and held me there, then he rode me to a long, slow, beautiful orgasm. It seemed as if each spurt took minutes to complete and there were many many spurts.

Even the green moss couldn't revive my cock any more.

"Hmmmmm," he mused "It must be your turn then. You have given me your seed… now I shall give you mine."

I felt my heart skip a beat "yes," I heard myself say "Yes… please… "

He rubbed the moss joice on his own cock and on my genitals and arsehole, and I lay down on the sand, and lifted up my legs.

He kneeled down in front of me, lined his cock up, and touched me with the tip. I felt a jolt of current. He applied a little pressure and entered my virgin arse.

The tingling from the moss and the current from his cock were almost too much for me, and when he leaned back so his cock hit my prostate, I nearly flipped out.

"Hmmmmmmm," he laughed "did you like that?" and he did it again.

I was squealing like a Loli taking her first man.

He plunged into me again and again. I was writhing on the sand under him.

My cock had decided to join in again and was throbbing and oozing.

My whole being was centered on the place where his cock and my arse met. I could feel every tiny detail of the texture of his cock. The friction and the tingling and the throbbing were all there was in my world, even the squealing had faded into the background, I could hear it and somewhere I knew it was me, but it seemed remote somehow. I can only remember bits of this but I know I was drooling and my head was thrashing from side to side, and my hands were clutching at anything they could reach.

Then he spoke in my ear, "Peter… my seed is coming. Hold my hands"

He held out his hands to me and I grasped them.

He plunged into me once, twice, three times more…

"Here we go," he whispered and drove his cock home hard.

My cock shuddered and erupted and he came into my orgasm.

I screamed and I must have passed out, because I seemed to be floating in light – golden light – the feeling was nothing I have words for, agony, ecstasy, pain, pleasure, all of these are trivial, it was just pure sensation. There were others there, and they moved to greet me – then I felt cool water on my face and heard a voice in my ear.

I blinked and Pablo was sprinkling water from the stream on my face.

"Come back now Peter, that is enough, come back to me"

"Aaah, there you are," he smiled, "I thought I might have taken you too far"

"The light… ," I mumbled.

"Yes," he smiled again "the golden light. The others. I know. But it is not your time yet."

I was struggling to understand. And he could see my bewilderment.

"Just think of it as a present. To Peter… from Pablo."

I notice he was still hard.

"Are we going to do it again?"

He seemed to think about it. "No. I think not."

He stopped smiling for a moment.

"You must realise that if we ever do that again, you will not return."

I started to say that I didn't care but he put his finger to my lips and whispered "you can always call me…"

"How? Have you got a cellphone?"

He roared with laughter "A cellphone? No… I have no cellphone… you will find a way."

"Now," he said "We must see to your poor car."

The world came rushing back to me. The car, the carvings, my camera, the university.

We squatted in the stream and rinsed the sweat and semen from our bodies. Our groins and hands were stained green. He assured me it would wear off in a few days.

We dressed and he held my hand as we walked back to the car. I opened the door, sat down and turned the key. It started straight away – of course.

"It must have been tired," winked Pablo.

"I expect so," I sighed. I turned around to get my camera from the glovebox.

"Call me," THe words were whispered on the breeze.

I looked back and he was gone. I got out of the car – No Pablo. I walked around the car. I even looked in the boot. I surveyed the landscape.

"Nope," I thought "there's nowhere to hide out there. He certainly couldn't hide in that field of young corn."

The hair stood up on my arms. "Field of young corn?"

As far as I could see was corn – no desert – no house – no rocks.

"PABLO!" I yelled. "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?"

Thunder rolled around the mountains – just for a minute it sounded like someone laughing.

I sat back in the car. I decided that logically, what must have happened, was that I had fallen asleep in the sun and had a really strange dream. I felt quite happy to have worked that out. Then as I went to drive away I noticed the green stains on my hands. Oops. A quick investigation showed green stains elsewhere on my anatomy as well.

Somehow I drove back home – I had a sense of unreality – like I was still in a dream. All that seemed real was the Golden Light, and I couldn't get that out of my mind.

I got home late at night. I took a sleeping pill, washed it down with a good strong tot of Rum, and went to bed. I dreamed of Golden Light.

I didn't feel like driving the next day so I phoned my Professor and told him the rumour had come to nothing, and I was taking a week off. He said I sounded a bit odd, but we could talk when I got back.

I tried to go to a movie – but everything looked trivial. I went to the beach. It was very pretty but all I could think about was the Golden Light.

I decided to clean out my car – it had the detritus of years in it and I thought it would give me something to do.

I took a couple of plastic bags downstairs with me – I live in a fourth floor apartment – and started sorting stuff. Old juice bottles, wrappers, receipts, one very nasy looking apple core, and… in the back of the glovebox, behind the tissues, notebooks and pens, an old mexican pot. About 2 inches across and 1½ inches high. I had no idea where it came from – I'd seen them in books – about 1400 years old and very rare. I supposed I must have picked it up on my travels somewhere and forgotten about it. I looked at it closely – it had a lid, and it was sealed with beeswax.

"Now that," I thought "Is special. I shall take it to the Prof when I go in."

I finished cleaning up and went back upstairs. I put the pot on the mantel. I sat down again and immediately my mind went back to the Golden Light.

I heard Pablo's voice whispering "Call me"

"Thats all very well," I thought "but how the hell do I do that?"

Then my eyes caught on the Mexican pot, and I knew.

I opened my penknife, got the pot, carefully scraped away the wax, and prised the lid open. Yup – you guessed it – green moss.

Now we are up to date. When I finish typing this I shall press "Post". Then I shall take my clothes off, smear moss juice over my genitals and anus, and while I stroke my cock slowly I shall call his name, once, quietly.

The End