A Heavenly Halloween

A HEAVENLY HALLOWEEN

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM

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I opened the door to yet another knock and delivered my line. "Welcome to Hell! How the devil are you?" The fact I was dressed like a devil made that line a lot funnier than it would have been under any other circumstances.

The visitor this time was Jessie, my best gal pal. She ran her eyes up and down my form and said, "Well, Thad, you're looking luscious!"

I grinned at what would have been an uncomfortable comment from any other girl. "Devilishly handsome, you mean?"

"Uh-huh!" she said. "How'd you do it?" She was looking at my body which looked a lot like a nearly naked devil.

"Body paint on my face and upper body." I told her. "With gummed rubber horns and beard. For below the waist, it's a body stocking decorated with lots and lots of fake goat hair." It had taken an hour and a half to put it all on, and I'd paid through the nose for the girl at the costume shop to do the body paint for me. But she'd done it up right--I looked freaking fantastic. Everything but cloven hooves on my feet, I looked like a devil.

"Well, you look freaking fantastic." Jessie said. "How about me?" She was wearing a princess costume, with the dunce-cap-with-veil on her head. Not that original or well-done, frankly, but as my best friend, she got the sanitized version of my thoughts.

"Pretty as a princess, like always." I told her.

"Oh, you smooth-talking devil!"

"Bwah-ha-ha-ha!" I gave her my evil laugh.

"But what does your better half think of this get-up?"

"He hasn't seen it yet." I admitted. "He's upstairs doing his own costume. We decided to surprise each other."

She frowned. "What do you mean? You told me last week that Adam was dressing up like...." Jessie lifted her eyes up. "Well, turn around. Better look surprised."

I turned, knowing what I was going to see. Adam was coming down the stairs from our bedroom, looking like an angel.

I mean literally like an angel. He had naturally wavy blond hair and pale skin, and he had adorned a rather formidable set of wings held onto his body by a harness that managed to avoid blocking his lovely pectorals, some glitter-dust on his shoulders and upper chest, and a white loincloth wrapped around his waist, all artistic-like. Barefooted.

We had almost a dozen guests at this point, and all of them except for Jessie and two women who were our neighbors and Lesbians, and so eleven male tongues all went "Ooooh!" as he strode down the staircase looking like he was literally coming down from Heaven to be among us, an angelic smile on his angelic face.

And then he got a look at me. The Devil incarnate, in his own home. And his smile slipped away.

"I thought he'd get a kick out of us looking like opposites!" I groaned to Jessie.

Unlike most times, her response was pretty faint. "That's what you get when you get involved with a religious nut for a boyfriend." was her unsympathetic appraisal.

"But it's Halloween!" I protested.

"Good luck, Thad." she said and moved off toward the punch bowl. What kind of best girlfriend was she, anyway, leaving me alone when my lover was heading at me like this? I just closed my eyes and waited for what I knew was coming.

"So, Thad." came Adam's voice just when I'd begun to hope that he was going to let it go. "This is what you chose to wear for Halloween?"

"Yeah." I settled for saying.

"Did you feel this was appropriate?"

"Oh, come on, Adam!" I groaned. "Half the fun of Halloween is letting yourself act a little crazy. I'm not trying to be the devil, I'm trying to make fun of the devil. That's what you do at Halloween, laugh at what you fear, mock it, sneer at it."

"I'm afraid I don't see it that way." Adam said.

"Adam, we agreed to host this party and you agreed that we weren't going to tell anyone what to wear...."

But Adam was walking away.

Jessie was back, and carrying a cup of punch in her hand. "Here you go, sweetie." she said to me.

I took the cup and sipped it. Not punch. Wine. I gulped it down and said, "What the hell have I done to myself, Jessie?"

"You fell in love, honey." she said. "And with any relationship, you got to make compromises."

"I know." I mourned. "But why is it me always making all the compromises?"

"Well, that's how it goes when you fall in love with a true believer." she patted my hand. "Want some more of my special punch?"

"How much you got?" I sighed.

I gave it fifteen minutes (I was busy answering the door for the rest of our guests, anyhow, that and dealing with a few leftover Halloween trick-or-treaters), then sought out Adam. He was replenishing the supply of nacho chips and I waited until he had emptied the bag and then said, "Hey, there, angel, you got anything for an old sinner like me?"

Adam turned around and saw me, a penitent devil, and that smile of his returned. "Always, babe." he smiled. "And I'm sorry at how I acted. You look terrific."

"So do you." I said. Then.... "I can't figure out how those wings are attached. All I see are those little straps on your shoulders near the armpits...."

"That's most of it." Adam bragged. "And for the rest...watch this." He looked around to make sure the area around us was clear, then he brought his arms around. For most men, this would have been to show his arm muscles, the old fists-clenched, elbows out, biceps and pectorals flexing, usually with a "Grrr!" look on the face. But for Adam....

The wings on his back opened out. That explained part of the costume, for the feathers were some lightweight paperlike substance, but they looked fantastic! And in that muscle-flexing pose he was in.....

I dropped down onto one knee and declared for all and sundry to hear, "I am defeated! I surrender to your greater glory! You are the victor! You are the champion!" I held out both my arms and bowed to his majesty.

Gay men never miss a chance to join in on a scene like this. The other guys began to crowd around and join me in adoration. Adam had to break down laughing, and the whole nasty scenario was done and over with.

When the nonsense finally stopped (you can't turn it off like a faucet, you know), I got next to Adam and said, "Hey, angel of mine, how about a slow dance, you and me?"

"Can I trust you not to make another scene?" he said, in mock-severity this time.

"Hey, with a face like this, what's not to trust?" I asked.

A few hand signals to my friend who was by the stereo and we had our slow-dance tune. I wrapped my arms around that angelic figure, sliding one of my hands underneath the wings. I encountered a fair amount of machinery under there, and had to be careful I didn't knock askew or break any of it, it was all balsa-wood frail. I was glad I hadn't gone with the wings on my own costume, I could have gotten some bats-wings for it, but decided it was just too much. These white feathered wings looked good on Adam, though.

Moving around that room never felt more natural. Adam was an angel in my arms, and the feel of him aroused the devil in me. I was grinning like a maniac, he was beaming benevolently as always.

I wished this moment could last forever. But moments never do last forever, and neither did this one, for Adam said after a time, "I wish you hadn't chosen the devil costume."

"What should I have worn?" I asked him carefully.

"You could have been a prince, or a hero, or an animal."

"Anything but something creepy?" I clarified.

"You didn't have to go that way."

"What should I have worn?" I asked again. "A shepherd's costume? Or a saint?"

"I shouldn't have said anything."

"Adam." I said. "What's really bothering you?"

"It's just...you're dressed like a devil."

"Yeah."

"And you look...." Adam trailing off like this, hesitant and uncertain, just wasn't like him.

"I look evil." I completed for him.

"No."

I blinked. "I look like I'm mocking your religion?"

"No."

"I look...." I foundered for a moment, and gave up. "How do I look?"

He took hold of my head in both hands and pulled me forward, but turning my head, so he could whisper in my ear. "You look so hot!"

"Hot?" I whispered back.

"Sexy. I want you so bad, baby! Just like this, I want to take you upstairs and just do you!" Adam said. "Oh, God! I'm sick, I must be!"

Reassured, I hugged him to me. "This is Halloween. A chance to play with some fantasies, be something you're not for a few hours. Relax. I don't think God's going to hold a little fantasy against you. Especially with the man you love."

Adam was silent for a moment, while we hugged, then he whispered in my startled ear. "Okay, let's go!"

"Now?" I mean, this party was ours, we were the hosts.....

"Now." Adam said. "I got to have you, baby, now, now!"

"All right." I said. I looked around and luckily, Jessie wasn't very far away. "Jessie, can you keep an eye on things for a while?"

"Why, what's going on?"

"Adam wants to take me upstairs and show me around Heaven." I said. "I fell down from there so many thousands of years ago, I want to see how it's changed while I've been gone."

My devil-fantasy language didn't fool my best gal pal for an instant. "Oh! Well, okay. Have fun, you two."

"I'm counting on it." And with that, I let my angelic lover lead me up the stairs.

I was worried that our bedroom might have been pre-empted by another pair of gay men out for some masquerade fun times, but we found it quite untouched. Too early in the game, everyone was still at the party downstairs. Adam and I had planned games, contests and so on...but Jessie knew what we had planned, she could pinch-hit if need be.

Inside the room, Adam turned and I grabbed and kissed him. He kissed me, then look at me. "Why isn't this stuff coming off?"

"It's liquid latex. I'll have to peel it off me or it'll start peeling itself off in about eight hours."

"Good." Adam began to kiss his way down my body. I wondered if the latex was going to be dissolved by his saliva, but it seemed okay. Felt a little funny, but Adam was so ardently sucking one of my nipples, I decided not to say a word.

Adam lifted off. "Tastes like sucking on rubber."

"It is rubber, kind of." I said.

"Did you put it all over yourself?"

I knew what he meant. "Below the waist is a body suit painted with the same liquid latex. I can pull it on and off." I'd spent a lot of money on this costume, as you can tell. But by God, the dividends were beginning to show up.

"Good." Adam panted and I watched my angel reach down and grab the elastic waistband, reach and fish around for my dong. He grasped it and his blue eyes nearly glowed as he brought it out over the top, tucking the elastic down under my balls. Having an angel doing this for me was plenty to make me rock hard by the time he'd done this. Then, my angel, with blond hair, star-dusted body, and beautiful white wings, knelt down and proceeded to slurp down my pud.

I looked, as I often did at such times, toward myself in the mirrors, floor-to-ceiling, that covered our closet doors. There I was, the devil incarnate, getting sucked on by a horny angel!

I'd semi-forgotten how good this costume was! My hair is black and the costumer (an artist in her own right) had matched the beard hair on my face perfectly. She'd worked more false hair into the latex on my body to give me some chest hair and a line down to my pubic hair (a thick pubic patch on the body suit that figleafed me without putting clothes on me. The only paleness was a small triangle and the color of my penis alone.

I looked like a devil getting sucked by an angel! God, I saw what Adam meant! This was so fucking hot! I saw Adam looking at us in the mirror, too.

Give my little angel a fantasy he'd never forget! "Ah, yes, my sweet little angel, you can't resist the temptation after all, can you?"

Adam stiffened, then groaned, and his mouth dove onto my prong so far down, I swear for a moment I thought he was going to swallow me, literally swallow me!

"Ahhh, yes, my beautiful creature of light, swallow my darkness, feel my passion and my power!" I moaned.

Adam fed on me feverishly, then I guess his air ran out, for he broke off, panting hard, and gasped out, "On the bed. Please, on the bed!"

Adam and I traded off, sexually, I thought he wanted to plow my devilish butt! But when I got on the bed on all fours, he said, "No, turn around, lie down." he gasped. "No, your head over there." His way would put my head at an angle on the bed, on the side nearest the closet's mirrored doors.

I obeyed, realizing that he wanted to ride me, and watch himself being fucked by a devil in the mirror. He started to take off his wrap and I stopped him. "No. Leave it on. You can wrap it around yourself. Angels are too pure to expose their genitals."

He accepted my pseudo-logic without comment and did just that, turning the wrap from a real nut-hugger into a simple around-the-waist. It wouldn't hold up very well in movement, but the appearance was all I needed. Adam lubed up my cock and climbed on top of me. As he settled down onto my cock, the warmth engulfing my manhood, Adam did his flex and his wings spread out in white majesty.

An angel in all his glory! Riding on my pud! "Oh, God, my angel, my beloved, my pure sweet delight!" I cried out. "I love you, I love you!"

"No!" Adam gasped. "No, play the devil, taunt me! I'm in your power!"

I shifted mental gears in a hurry. "Yes, my sweet prisoner, you will service me, your new dark lord. Never more for you are the delights of Heaven, now you will dwell with me in my midnight realm and I will show you delights of the flesh that will haunt your every moment until the end of time!"

"Ah, yes, yes!" Adam moaned. His butt was convulsing as he bounced up and down on my pud, God, I had never seen my gentle church-loving lover like this! I had awakened something in him for certain! I had always wondered why he would fall for an old sinner like me, but maybe the very fact I was a sinner was part of the appeal.

"Ride upon my cock the harder and faster!" I commanded. "You are mine to do with as I choose, so I say ride me harder!"

"I hear!" Adam sighed. "And I obey you, Master!"

He leaned down and placed his golden hands upon my devil-red chest, the wings drooped down but by then, I was beyond caring about that. I reached up and placed one red, talon-tipped set of fingers upon his cheek. Adam sighed as I touched him, the quintessential blond beauty being violated by evil, and loving the violation. He looked down at me and his eyes glazed with lust, and the sight of that gorgeous face turned into soft vulnerability by passion was all I needed to hit my climax.

I roared and convulsed, thrusting my hips upwards spasmodically as I climaxed, jetting hot streams up into my lover's hot buttocks. Adam looked down at me wrenched by my joy, and he moaned and I felt his hot seed pouring out on to my stomach. Fogged by my orgasm, I reached out and clenched one of his thighs with my hand. Adam cried out and it took me a while to realize...I had pierced his inner thigh with my fingertips (adorned with black talons like I'd said), and in that moment of pain and ecstasy, he yelled out, "Yes, yes, I am one with the darkness!" And he slumped down onto me, panting hard.

I held him as he sobbed out his exhaustion on my chest. When he settled down, I said, "Man, that was one wild fantasy. You have some real powerful ones in there, don't you?"

Adam gave a half-chuckle. "I must be sick and twisted, if I'm going to stay with you."

"Hey, just a taste of the forbidden fruit. You are Adam, after all, you can't resist it."

I'd used such lines on Adam before, the play on his name, and he took it as well as he ever does, a groan and then he said, "Maybe you're right. I'm going to end up in Hell no matter how hard I pray. I just can't turn loose of my temptations."

"Given I'm one of your temptations, I can't call it one of your bad points." I said. "Everyone plays with their fantasies, and Halloween is just loaded up with fantasies. At least you played your fantasy with me instead of someone else."

Adam grinned. "You know, if it hadn't been you in this costume, I don't think I'd have been as tempted." Then his grin faded. "But now I have to go to confession before I attend Mass tomorrow. Screwing the devil has to count as a sin, after all." Adam had reconciled his gayness with his religion, but everything else was still counting with him.

"You're going to church tomorrow?" I knew Adam for a pretty devout Catholic when I fell in love with him, but I figured the day after Halloween would be a sleep-in day for him; he took them now and then and went to an afternoon Mass to make up for it.

"I have to. It's All Saints Day." Adam pointed out. "Also known as All Hallow's Day, which Halloween is the evening before of, Hallow Evening, get it?"

"Oh." I said. "Tell you what. I'll go with you tomorrow." I went to Mass with Adam about once a month, just to share the day with him. It was time for me to go again. "But you'll have to help me peel all this latex off me after the party, if I'm going with you tomorrow."

"You have a deal. We'd better get back to the party."

As I was helping Adam re-wrap his loincloth, it struck me that while I may be seducing Adam away from his ideas of religious purity now and then, he was equally pulling me toward more religious endeavors the same way. Maybe he and I could meet in the middle somewhere.

Somehow my plan for a devilish good time had turned into a Heavenly Halloween after all!

THE END

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