Community of the Hanged

[deaddirty]

The Community of the Hanged

Wow, what a night it's been! I can't believe what's happened - and what's about to happen.
I suppose it started a fortnight ago, with that final English lesson. Our last class at school before leaving, and Quigley's last class as teacher before retiring. I was sitting next to Chris - we've been getting really close lately, talking about our problems, he seemed far more real to me than Sharon (my girlfriend - well, she was, we split up last week, and it never happened sexually). And Quigley was saying 'well, for your last class, and mine, I want to read you a poem, something a bit different from the literature we've worked on over the last two years'. And it was called 'Community of the Hanged', it was all about guys who'd hanged themselves, or been hanged, seemed to be suggesting that everyone who dies by hanging ends up together in the next world. I didn't understand all of it, but some of the phrases just seemed to stick in my brain - like 'Community of the Hanged', and that final line 'the Hangeddead, Brides of the Noose'. And he was talking about the Medieval public hangings, going on about the idea of the four humours (he had to explain that - that they used to think everything was made up of air, earth, fire, and water, that the hanged man dies empty of air, and sometimes in his convulsions empties himself of water and earth, and can even spurt out his fire as he dies - there was plenty of sniggering when the class realised what he meant by that!). Most of the class were puzzled, saying afterwards like 'what was all that about?', but it seemed like he was speaking directly to Chris and me, like it was connecting inside our heads, and ever since then I've had this sensation that there were faint shapes of hanged guys around me, half-seen in the corner of my eye, half-heard inside my head. It's been quite comforting really, like I'm not alone, even when I haven't been with Chris. Then at the end of the class, Quigley wished us all well, and we wished him a happy retirement, and he suddenly looked at me and Chris, and said 'Well Dean and Chris, it looks like you're continuing the family tradition - I remember your uncles sitting next to each other in their last class twenty years ago, and your great-uncles in their last class in my first year here'. It wasn't till we got outside that Chris suddenly stopped dead and said 'Dean - did he mean your uncle Mike?'. 'Yes, he must have'. 'The one who killed himself?' 'Yes, he hanged himself just after leaving school'. 'So did my uncle Peter - I knew they were in the same year, didn't know they were close friends'. We stared at each other, and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise as I said 'And my great-uncle - that must be granddad's brother Richard - they never talked about him, but gran let slip last year that he hanged himself when he was eighteen'. Chris gasped and looked me straight in the face 'So did my great-uncle Robert'. And we stared at each other for what seemed like ages, I think from that moment we both knew instinctively what was going to happen.
Well, since then me and Chris have just felt so close, we've spent a lot of time together, sometimes we've seemed to know what the other was thinking. But other things haven't been going well - neither of us got a job, Chris getting arrested, my dad starting to think I was gay and not wanting me to be around Chris.
Then last night it all came together - my dad told me we were moving away, I went round to Chris's and found his court case was coming up and it didn't look good. I'd been thinking a lot - that poem kept going through my mind, and that weird feeling that there were hjanged men around me just out of sight. In fact on my way round to Chris's I'd made my mind up. I wasn't sure whether to tell him - he's always been a bit like an elder brother to me, I was afraid he'd try to stop me. But his parents were out for the evening, and after a couple of drinks I just blurted it out 'Chris - I've decided to hang myself'. I thought he'd be angry or upset, but he just looked at me, and suddenly it was him who wasn't the confident elder, a hesitant almost pleading note in his voice as he said quietly 'Dean, can I hang with you?'. We looked at each other, I guess both a bit scared of each other's reaction as well as what we were deciding, then I don't know who moved first but we were hugging each other and I was saying 'Of course, I wouldn't want to go without you', and he was saying 'thank God - I'd decided to kill myself too, and I didn't want to hang alone'.
Then most of it didn't need saying - a quick 'first thing in the morning, in the woods?', but we knew we wanted to sleep together, to go to the noose as a couple. I won't go into details, but it was in his bedrooom, for several hours, and by the time we'd finished we'd touched, kissed, and tasted every bit of each other's bodies, and neither of us was a virgin any more. Mostly Chris was taking the lead, but he gave himself to me too. And there was that marvellous moment when he asked me if I wanted him to use a condom - when we both knew we would be dead in a few hours! We weren't sure whether Chris's dad was going to come back, so eventually we got dressed again, slowly, touching each other as we put our clothes on for the last time - and my ass was still throbbing when we walked out into the woods, arm in arm.
It's been a warm summer night, we sat in the woods and talked, and it was as if we weren't alone - both of us feeling the presence of the Hanged around us, ready for us to join them. And as well as talking with our mouths like the Unnoosed do, sometimes we could feel each other in our heads ‘Guess that’s how the Hanged communicate’. I was cold as we dozed in the dew-damp before dawn, so Chris hugged me, then held me from behind, covering me and keeping me warm as we lay on our sides - and he slipped my trackies and boxers down, just round my thighs, and entered me again, sliding in slowly and gently, the comfort of lovers rather than the passion of earlier as we explored each others bodies.
Then as it got light, we got up and he guided me to the clearing where we'd decided to do it, both a bit scared now. We'd played many times in that clearing as kids, rigging up swings and ropes from the overhanging branch - the perfect place to hang ourselves. When we got there we had a shock for a moment - the branch was still there, but the old ropes we'd planned to use had been taken away, and there was a bench where we used to swing. But Chris has always been good at practical things - he dragged the bench over to stand on, then simply took his jeans off and started to twist them into a rope. 'Looks like we'll have to share - one leg each'. I touched his arm, and stopped him while I took my trackie bottoms off, giving them to him to twist with his jeans, the crotch over the branch and the legs dangling on each side. Actually we hardly needed to speak - it was as if we were already talking to each other inside our heads, withouth needing speech. We stripped off our t-shirts, wrapping them round the legs of our trousers to pad the nooses which Chris was tying. Then we took our socks off, simply because we felt silly wearing them with no trousers, standing together naked except for our underpants. Uncanny how we'd both chosen to wear the underwear we'd bought together in H&M last weekend - Chris in pouch-front green briefs with white elastic and trim, me in the opposite - boxer-briefs with green trim, and a green print design on white. We looked at each other, feeling the intimacy of our almost-naked bodies that we had got to know so well in the last few hours, hesitating whether to strip off our underwear and be naked as we died. I had my hands on the waistband ready to push my boxers down, when I felt Chris's voice in my head 'No, let’s keep them on - our nakedness is for each other and the Hanged, not for the Unnnoosed who find us.'
Then, just a minute ago, we climbed up on the bench and put our heads through the nooses, Chris lovingly tightening mine round my neck, adjusting the t-shirt padding (his t-shirt on my noose, mine on his), then tipping his head over to one side for me to get his just right – like mothers adjusting their kids’ ties! And he’s just stuck his tongue out, joking, and I stuck mine out and touched it ‘We’ll be blue in a minute’. And we put our arms round each other, last kiss while we’re still red and breathing air.
So it’s about to happen - we’re about to hang ourselves, our tongues really will be blue and swollen, in a few minutes we won’t be breathing and our hearts will stop. Suddenly. I’m scared – unless I chicken our right now, I really am about to die. And I hope I don’t disgrace myself in my death spasms, particularly not with Chris. ‘Don’t worry kiddo, it’s a privilege if you empty all four humours – full house in our pants for the Unnoosed! And if you empty yourself, guess I’ll be doing it too’. And he holds me tight for moment, then he says, last Unnooosed speech ‘OK Dean, 1-2-3’. And we both kick the bench away, and we’re doing it, we’re hanging ourselves together!

 

[deaddirty]

God, the noose hurts ! Not so bad where Chris’s t-shirt is against my skin, but his jeans are really rough against my neck. And I can’t breathe properly, I’m struggling for air, can hear myself gasping and gurgling. Chris is gasping and gurgling too, his mouth’s wide open and already he’s dribbling a bit onto my t-shirt round his neck. He’s really scared, I can see it in his eyes, for a moment we’re both panicking, thinking what have we done, it’s too late now, I don’t want to die. And there’s that voice inside my head, but this time it’s not Chris, it’s the Hanged from all round us ‘It’s OK Dean, it’s OK Chris, the pain won’t last long, this is the rite of passage we’ve all been through, in a few minutes you will be with us, be part of us’. And there’s a slight twitching and tingling im my cock and ass, like that’s where the voice came in. And Chris can hear it too, that look of terror’s gone. And it’s like he’s throbbing a bit at the ass as I mind-say to him ‘It’s OK Chris, we’re dying together, just a few minutes and we’ll be through to the other side’. And we’re both kicking and struggling, sometimes that’s for real and then suddenly it’s like our bodies are kicking but it’s not us, it’s just the bodies we’re inside. We’re kicking against each other, arching back and forwards almost like we’re thrusting, I can feel his legs against mine, for a moment we’re chest-to-chest and crotch to crotch. And it’s so good to be with Chris, looking out for each other in our death-struggles, what a great guy to die with. And my lungs are desperate to breathe, there’s no air, there’s no air! And everything inside me is starting to spasm, feels like I’m going to explode. And Chris’s eyes are bloodshot now, his mouth is gaping, his lips are going grey, I can see his tongue between his teeth, starting to stick out, he’s dribbling snot from his nose onto it, his saliva’s dribbling down his chin, can feel it warm on my chest. And that must be my drool mixing with his on his chest, his nipples are tight over his air-empty lungs. And our bodies arch back, our faces touch, his hot wet swelling lips and tongue against mine, a hanging-kiss. And suddenly there’s warm liquid spraying onto my stomach and thighs, soaking through my boxers onto my cock, and I realise he’s pissing, emptying his bladder into his briefs and onto me. And I stop trying to control my bladder-spasms, let it stream out, keeping him company, pissing ourselves together, running down our legs. And I can’t control myself, isn’t just the bladder that opened, moment of exquisite relief as the gut-spasms release, feel my throbbing hole open, huge spasms emptying my bowels into my boxers. Open my legs by instinct, Chris’s thrashing brings his legs between mine. Oh my god, I’ve soiled my pants, I’ve shat myself in front of Chris. And his flailing leg kicks the overturned bench, spins him round as if he’s showing me his back view, back of his briefs bulging and sagging, stains coming through, waistband pulling down a bit to show the top of his crack and his tight-spasming buns. ‘It’s OK Dean, I’ve messed myself too, glad you’re keeping me company, looks like we’re both heading for a full house on those four humours!’ And it’s not just Chris that’s mind-talking, it’s the whole Community saying ‘It’s OK, you’re doing fine, It’s only the Unnoosed that freak, most Hanged die dirty, you’re opening yourselves to the Community and each other’. And our heads have dropped, we’re ear to ear, can taste Chris’s shoulder against my tongue, feel his swollen tongue and saliva on the top of my shoulder. And we’re not kicking and thrashing now, our bodies are shuddering and twitching, can feel everything inside building up for a final explosion, realise I’ve got a stonking erection, can see Chris’s briefs are tented right out at the front, know his beautiful cock is harder than it’s ever been (he’s got a lovely cock, uncut, big but not too big – mine’s uncut too, but longer and thinner). ‘Hey Dean, yours is fantastic too, going to be my favourite right through eternity’. And our hands are jerking and twitching by our waists as we shudder into our final orgasm, somehow end up with our right hands inside the elastic of each other’s tented underwear, our bodies spasm-thrusting as we come into our underwear, onto each other’s hands, squirting over the hand-opened waistbands, onto each other’s stomachs and cocks, sliding down inside. I’m feeling Chris’s death-orgasm as well as my own, our mind-voices in unison ‘Oh god. Oh god, can’t breathe, no air, no air, everything’s emptying, flashes in our eyes, tunnel of light, oh god, I’m cumming, ultimate orgasm, ass open cock spurting, giving ourselves to the Community, every Hangedperson entering my hole, my cock entering every Hangedperson’.
And it’s almost over, my body’s limp and empty against Chris’s, our fluids mixing on our stomachs, on our dying cocks, in our underpants, down our legs, and in a shared puddle below our dangling toes. ‘Never noticed what perfect feet and toes you’ve got’. I’m inside my body, but not part of it, feels like I’m inside my chest that’s empty of air, beside my fluttering heart. Guess my brain’s already died. And now the fluttering pauses, restarts, stops.
I’m dead.
Chris is still inside his body, for a moment I’m in there with him, beside his heart, feeling what it felt like to be him, to be inside his skin, inside his dying cock and hole. And now his heart has stopped too, for a moment he’s inside my body, knowing what it felt like to be me. ‘Hey, your ass was throbbing right to the end, wasn’t it! Glad I gave you such a good fucking’.
Now we’re out, floating away, looking from outside at our dead bodies swinging gently together. We had good bodies, didn’t we? We probably look tragic, even disgusting, to the Unnoosed – two teens, hanged, newly dead, heads lolled onto each other’s shoulders, tongues blue and protruding, bodies front to front, all you’ll see from outside when you find us is our naked grey backs, our sagging soiled underwear, and the fluids dribbling down our naked legs. We can see that, but it’s on the outside, not quite real – we’re seeing our bodies proudly voided of the humours, erect and open to the Community we just joined. And it just clicked into place – our lungs are empty, our windpipes closed, our mouths blocked by our blue tongues. So of course we don’t mouth-talk like the Unnoosed – we mind-talk, our erect cocks and open anuses our mouth and ears, open to the Community.
And the Community is all around us – uncles Mike and Peter, great-uncles Richard and Robert, still eighteen, and like us they died ‘full-house’ in just their underwear, I remember Mike wearing those boxers whe he held me on his lap the day before he did it, looks like Peter wore those furry blue briefs that were so fashionable at the time, and Richard and Robert almost twins in their 1960s white string and mesh underpants. But I’m thinking like an Unnoosed, it’s the erect and open organs inside that matter, not the soiled clothing outside – they’re greeting us, throbbing tingles cock to hole and hole to cock, and all the Community behind them welcoming us.
'Welcome Hangeddead, Bluetongues, open and erect. Welcome, Brides of the Noose. Welcome to the Community of the Hanged'.

 

[deaddirty]

That took ages to write - hope you enjoy!

 

[gregnok]

Yes i love it !

 

[platinum]

Well done DD! Great story, but then I'd expect no less from the master!

 

[potter10]

that was so hot..we share so much with messy wet underwear.

 

[lindier]

beautiful story. hope the guys enjoy eternity together

 

[deaddirty]

Thanks, lindier