An Extra Treat for Halloween by Max
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Halloween Night
I emptied the third bag of assorted candies in my large plastic distribution bowl for the hoards of trick or treaters about to descend upon my house like little costumed locusts. This year, it was a double whammy of being a Saturday Halloween and also great weather so I expected a lot of foot traffic. I hoped I had enough candy as I certainly didn't want my house egged.
I had debated whether to even do Halloween this year as I was feeling a bit glum these past few months after my breakup. Halloween was always Mark's favorite holiday and it just didn't feel the same without him. After we'd moved into this home years ago he always liked to up his game for the spooky holiday. Last year, he decorated around the house and dressed up as a mummy, occasionally popping out from the bushes, while I handed out the candy, to put a little scare into the kids. So, while I wasn't in the mood to go all out this year, I was at least going to put on a happy face, greet the little hoodlums and hand out candy. I wasn't going to let him take that from me.
I double checked that both the porch light and the light at the end of my driveway were on so that everyone knew I was accepting visitors. The sun was finally setting fully now so it wouldn't be too long until the first little ones arrived. I gave myself a little pep talk and the self-affirmation seemed to help. A couple minutes later I heard some tiny voices on my porch just as the door bell rang.
"Well, look at you!" I said, maybe a bit too enthusiastically, as I opened the door to two adorable children.
"Trick or treat," they said in unison. Each had a large decorated paper bag that matched their costumes.
I dropped a couple miniature sized candy bars and sour candies in each bag as they said 'thank you' and scurried back down the driveway. Their parents stood on the sidewalk waiting for them and offered a friendly wave to me as they directed the kids to the next house.
I was always heartened by the reaction of our neighbors to having us live on the street. It was fairly well known that we were the 'gay couple' in the neighborhood although now, I suppose, I was just known as the gay single guy since Mark moved out. Still, everyone was friendly and never seemed to give us (or me) much trouble. I barely had time to close the door before it rang again. I opened it to see three kids holding little plastic buckets and beaming with big smiles.
"Trick or treat!"
"Oh wow, look at you three. How scary!" They each giggled as I was apparently impressed enough with their costumes. I looked down the driveway to see the parents, who I recognized as living on the street behind me. I popped some candies in the kids' bowls. Each looked at what I put in there and one seemed a little disappointed that I wasn't more generous. I was about to explain to the little kid that life is full of disappointment, but figured this wasn't the time nor place to have an impromptu therapy session. Instead, I dropped one more candy bar in the kid's bucket and winked.
The kids bounced down the sidewalk as I gave a cordial wave to the parents about to collect them. "Thanks, Kyle," one of the mothers yelled up to me. Only two down and I was already doubting I had the energy to do this all night by myself.
Mark and I had been together nearly ten years and the end caught me a bit off guard. I hadn't even needed to consider dating for so long that the concept seemed foreign to me now. It wasn't like I was over the hill by any stretch, still just 38, but I felt like someone much older trying to start over. If you had told me that ten years ago I would have said you were nuts as I was a bit of a playboy in my early twenties and allergic to relationships like I was the spring pollen.
The ringing of the doorbell dragged me from my doldrums as I again made my way to the door. The three visitors on the other side surprised me a little.
"Trick or treat," each said, the voice of the guy on the left being deeper than my own. You always got a few of these much older kids that made the rounds. I never understood why guys who were likely college aged wanted to trick or treat like some little kids but they at least put some effort in their costumes. Deep-voiced boy on the left was dressed like he had watched Spinal Tap a few too many times. The one on the right was a good approximation of an old wild west cowboy, down to authentic looking worn boots.
It was the guy in the middle that really caught my eye though. He had on white pants, a white dixie-cup hat that sat neatly on top of his blonde locks, and a red tie (sans shirt) that showed off an impressive chest and washboard abs. His smile was borderline hypnotic. His gaze fixated on me like he was working his way through an impossible riddle.
"Well, trick or treat..." the one on the right repeated, a bit impatiently. I suddenly realized I must have frozen for a few seconds.
"Isn't there some kind of age limit for dressing up on Halloween?" I said in a friendly mocking tone, as I clutched my candy bowl, withholding its sugary contents.
"We're eternally young," the guy in the middle offered with another killer smile, as he held out his worn jack-o-latern bucket. "What you got for us?"
I dropped a small handful of candy in each bucket as I eyed the middle guy a bit longer. "Are you supposed to be a sailor? That uniform isn't standard issue, mister."
"I'm a sexy sailor," he replied, with a smirk. As he looked at me, his eyes grew wider and his mouth opened slightly as if in sudden recognition or as if he had solved the riddle. He gave me a definite look up and down that was almost sinful.
'Oh, great' I thought. 'Even the kids on the block had heard about the gay neighbor.'
As the candy dropped in his bucket, he leaned in closer to speak so only I could hear. "Besides, I happen to know you are into... seamen."
I nearly dropped my bowl of candy as he grinned and stepped back. Other kids were approaching so the three of them slowly backed away. The sexy sailor waved. "Thanks!"
It had been ages since anyone even remotely came on to me like that, especially one so young. I had to admit, though, it felt nice. I was also popping a slight boner which was most definitely going to cause a scandal of the ages in the neighborhood with little kids walking up to me. I had to hand out those candies with the bowl pressed tightly against my midsection.
I closed the door behind me again to collect my thoughts. Had that really happened? I'm sure the kid was just messing with me but I still felt flushed with excitement. It also brought back memories of wilder times in college when I was young and free to fuck around. In fact, the sexy sailor reminded me a lot of a hot guy I hooked up with one time my sophomore year. It was only once but definitely memorable. That guy had the same firm body and washboard abs. He was insanely good in bed too.
Oh, great. I was now sexualizing a guy half my age. I was an adult, after all, and had no time for such foolishness.
The rest of the evening went by fairly quietly. The parade of kids slowed to a trickle and then to a final weary handful. The last two trick or treaters were in luck as I gave them each a large handful of candy to finish off my bowl. I was closing up shop. I shut off both lights and put the bowl back on the counter.
I had survived. Barely.
I crashed on the couch with a beer in hand. It felt late but, in reality, it wasn't even 10pm yet. The television was playing a college football game in the background that I was barely paying attention to. I leaned back and closed my eyes, realizing that single life now meant falling asleep on the couch at 10 o'clock on a Saturday. The ring of the doorbell quickly woke me though.
I dragged myself out of the living room, wondering how any trick or treaters could still be out this late. I walked to the front door and looked through the peephole. There was a soft shadow in the moonlight that showed someone in costume waiting with bucket in hand. I sighed.
I turned back on the porch light and opened the door. It was again an older kid, this time dressed as a vampire. His blonde hair was spiky and he had on some poorly applied makeup. Naturally, he had the fake vampire fangs, which sparkled against the porch light.
"Treek or treeet," he said in a rather terrible Dracula impersonation. It made me laugh.
"It's a bit late, you know?" I responded as he frowned. "Sorry, bud, I'm all done for tonight."
"Ahh, but it is actually very early for me... being a creature of the night and all." He had a rather pronounced lisp as if this was the first time he'd ever actually tried to talk while wearing the fangs. It was kind of adorable.
Besides the fangs, he was wearing black pants and sneakers, plus a soft red and black velvet robe (sans shirt). Looking over his chest and those abs, I had a sudden realization....
"Hey, you were here earlier. Weren't you? The sailor." I tried to make it sound more like an observation than an accusation. I also tried to keep my voice even and not show that I was a bit happy to see him again.
"A sexy sailor," he corrected, then smiled.
"Oh my god, kid. You went home and put on a new costume just so that you could make the rounds again? I believe that's a cry for help." I joked.
"Not making the rounds again," he said, finally dropping the accent. "This is my only stop." I looked at his empty bucket and felt a bit flushed... again. He had come back just to my house.
"Ah... well... okay," I stammered. "Well, I hate to tell you that I'm officially out of candy."
"I don't believe you," he said teasingly, bad accent and all.
"You don't believe me?" I feigned offense. "I'll show you the empty bowl." I stepped back, grabbed the bowl and waved it at him.
"Nope, still don't believe you. Show me the bags."
The accusation was both ridiculous and juvenile, but I retreated to the kitchen deciding to play along "Okay fine, look."
He craned his neck but stayed rooted in place. When I raised my eyebrows in confusion, he spoke again in his awful accent. "You must invite me in, remember. It's a vampire thing."
"Well, you are committed to the bit. I'll give you that. Fine, come on in and have a look for yourself."
He crossed over the threshold, closing the door behind him. I grabbed the three empty bags still cluttering my counter.
"See. I went through three huge bags tonight. You kids robbed me blind."
"Hmm," he said thoughtfully, then shook his head. "Nope. I've been around long enough to know that adults always hold back a little for themselves. Besides, I can smell the chocolate." This made me laugh again.
"You are a vampire whose special skill is detecting chocolate? I must say I've never heard about those before, except in breakfast cereals."
"All of my senses are heightened. It's a gift and a curse." He winked.
"Well, Count Chocula, I hate to break it to you but I handed it all out earlier. I try to keep as little sweets around here as possible as I need to watch my figure at my advanced age and current relationship status."
I tried to make it sound like a playful joke but his gaze turned serious.. and piercing. "Oh, I doubt that is a problem. You are still sexy as fuck."
I took a rather large and uncontrollable gulp, words other than 'um' escaping me at the moment. He stepped closer to me.
"Perhaps you have another treat for me then? Since you won't share any of your definitely-doesn't-exist candy with me."
"Um," I repeated, apparently unable form complete sentences now. "Apple? Banana? Um?"
"Banana, you say?" His grin widened. "Just how big is this... banana?" He pointedly looked down at my crotch.
I realized that he had backed me all the way against the counter. Unable to retreat any farther, I finally found the strength to protest. "Oh, wow, yeah, I don't know if this is a good idea. Look, kid..."
"Stop calling me kid. I'm well over 18 if that concerns you. Hell, I could be older than you.. remember?" He flapped his vampire cape in an exaggerated manner.
"Right... well, you look half my age. Believe me, there was a time that I'd be all over a guy like you. In fact, there was one once but..."
"Oh?" He interrupted. "Do tell. Was this guy super hot?"
"Scorching. But I was also 20 so it was a bit more appropriate..."
"Sounds like fate has given you a second chance then." He licked his lips seductively. "Relive the wild times of your mortal youth."
"Fate? This fate you speak of is a fickle bitch masquerading as a ten year relationship ending in..." I stopped, realizing again it was the wrong time and wrong place.
He smiled. "All I'm hearing is that you are on the market again." He dropped to his knees. "I'll try to be as good as this lad from your youth... maybe better."
He reached up to the zipper of my shorts and, sensing no objection, opened my fly. The single button went next and he slowly slid the shorts down to my ankles. He rubbed up and growing bulge in my boxer briefs.
"Oh, God," I muttered.
"Hmm... I try to not think of him while doing naughty things. So judgmental," he said as he lowered my briefs. My painfully hard cock sprang free in relief.
"So so nice," he commented, then switched to his bad accent. "I 'vant to suck your cock..."
I laughed as he leaned forward and swirled his tongue around my leaking cock head. He pulled back with a smile. I frowned slightly.
"Uh, please don't tell me you are going to suck my dick with those in." I made a point of opening my lips wide to show off my teeth.
"Oh. Right." He reached into his mouth and pried off the fake vampire teeth before setting them on the kitchen counter. "I definitely don't want to damage this big beautiful cock while I'm draining it. Do I?"
His mouth took the head of my cock and he descended on it quickly. The shaft sliding into his warm mouth and throat. A soft moan escaped me. This was definitely not his first blowjob. The sounds of slurping and moans echoed through my kitchen, at times synchronizing. I realized that it had been way too long since I felt something so good.
"Please don't stop. Oh, that feels so good." My hands were spread out on the countertop as I thrust my hips forward, fucking his eager throat. He took it all so willingly and yet still seemed to want more. His hands grasped my hips, pulling me in deeper. I wasn't sure how long I could last at this point.
He pulled off and looked up at me. "Such a gorgeous dick. Almost unfair that only one guy has had the pleasure of this monster for so long." As if sensing the shift in emotion of being reminded of my ex he added, "perhaps we should take this to someplace more... vertical?"
A nagging tinge of doubt again entered my mind, but I was done letting the rational part of my brain ruin the opportunity. If this guy was legal and wanted fuck, I was past the point of denying myself this. It had been way too long. I deserved to feel something again.
I led him to my bedroom and tugged off my shirt. He slipped off his black sneakers and lowered the jeans. Naturally, he was going commando. His cock was slender but long. I wasn't sure what he was planning for tonight but it was going to be a challenge taking that thing deep if he wanted to top. It was almost as if he could read my mind.
"Feel like giving or receiving? Or both? I'm up for anything." He said as he stroked the full length of his manhood.
I was thrilled to hear that he was versatile. Truthfully, I didn't bottom much for Mark and even when I did it wasn't too bad as he wasn't so well endowed. I hadn't taken anything this big since the guy I had been reminded of in college, who was definitely more of a top. That guy had been equally long and hard as the one standing before me now.
"Think I might want to get this big dick in that tight little pale ass," I said, finding some sexual confidence.
"Sounds good to me. You can fuck me this time."
His phrasing was a bit strange. "This time?"
He paused slightly. "Yeah, this time you fuck me. Maybe next time I fuck you," he responded. My heart pounded a little harder thinking this could be a regular occurrence. Of course, I had to get through tonight first, with someone half my age no less, without embarrassing myself completely.
He pulled me close and pressed his lips against mine. The kiss was deep and needy, almost like I was a long-lost lover that he finally had back in his arms. I was impressed by his patience, half expecting him to just want to get to the fucking. But, instead, was happy to take his time making out like a couple of school kids. He finally pushed me gently to the bed on my back and lay over me, his cape still on and now draping up us like a heavy blanket. In between kisses, I was able to speak.
"You going to leave the cape on the whole time?"
"Hey, I do some of my best fucking in this cape," he responded.
"Who am I to say no to your lucky fucking cape," I retorted.
We laughed in a way that felt oddly comfortable for a rather spontaneous hookup. I was in no hurry for this to end. He continued to kiss down my chest, slowly tracing his tongue down between my pecs and over my abs as if he was savoring my every taste. His lips found my happy trail and he placed soft kisses over it as he made he made his way farther south. My dick was in desperate need of his mouth's return and when it did finally envelop the leaking head I let out a loud moan.
"So responsive," he said, then again wrapped his mouth around me. I'm not sure how he got so good at this but I wasn't complaining. He was also not in a rush. That suited me as well.
He managed to take me fully in his mouth which great impressed me. I don't think I'd ever been taken to the root before. Mark certainly never came close. But, this talented mouth was more than up for the challenge and making me feel sensations that I hadn't experienced before. He bobbed up and down, keeping me blissfully at release's edge before drawing back.
"I need to ride this bad boy," he finally announced. I pulled some lube from the nightstand which he quickly used to slick my shaft. He straddled me eagerly, hovering over my stiff prick as his cape still fluttered behind him.
"You don't need any prep?" I wasn't sure how often he bottomed but I wasn't the easiest challenge.
"I'm good. I don't mind the stretch." His confidence was inspiring.
He lowered himself slowly and I soon felt the welcoming pressure of his tight entrance. The initial penetration made each of us moan. He was so insanely tight that I worried about him being able to take it all without more lube. My fears were not well founded, however, as he took me inside him in a deliberate but unwavering pace. Within minutes, I felt the tight grasp of his outer ring clamped around the base of my cock.
"Oh, fuck, you're so big." He moaned as he wiggled his ass lower still until I was pressed fully inside him. He then bounced up and down slowly as I thrust up in unison. He spent what felt like an eternity, but in reality was likely ten or fifteen minutes, riding my dick. His pace quickened and slowed at time, somehow knowing when I was close to busting inside him but yet never letting me have my release. It was pleasure and torture rolled into one.
"Feel good?" He asked, as if my nonstop moans hadn't already given it away.
"So amazing. I'm going to need to buy a lucky fucking cape too."
He chuckled as he pulled off me and laid flat on his back, his body splayed magnificently over the soft velvet. I rolled over and slid between his legs, intending to finish what he had started. I pulled his legs up and moved in closer, my cock still rock hard and urgently needing to return to his tight warmth. I pushed deep in one thrust, making him arch up in pleasure. He was taking it all much easier now and I was thrilled to have an ass I could freely pound.
"Yes, harder, please," he encouraged. I stroked him furiously as I gave him what he begged for. He was hard as steel.
"Hey, how can a vampire be so hard?" I wondered out loud. "Don't you need blood flow to get it up?"
"A... common... mis...conception," he uttered, in between thrusts. I slowed my pace so that I didn't blow on the spot. He continued more freely. "I'm actually always horny. Must be a vampire thing."
I think I snort laughed at the comment. "Or it's a 'you're 19' thing," I corrected.
"Maybe. Less talking, more pounding," he said impatiently.
I was already so close. I just knew going back into him now would end fairly quickly but he was just too tempting. I slid deep once more and elicited a loud groan. I stroked him again, wanting to see him unravel before me as I blissfully erupted inside him. He arched up slightly and I felt his body tremble as he came, sending me over the edge. I let loose an orgasm that made me see stars. I rode him slowly through the waves of my orgasm until I was sure I was empty, then pulled out.
"Oh. Wow. That was amazing." I said, stating the obvious. I grabbed a towel and cleaned us up before crashing again on the bed.
He surprised me by rolling over and putting his arm around me, nuzzling his head against my shoulder. I half wondered if he had fallen asleep.
"Didn't peg you for a snuggler," I joked. The fact that he chuckled softly let me know that he was still awake.
We laid there a while, enjoying the post orgasm bliss. My mind wandered back to his suggestion of a 'next time' and was already wondering how much more this could become. There was still the rather large age difference. It was again like he was reading my mind.
"This was nice," he said softly. While being a reassuring sentiment, the meaning was also clear. This was nice, BUT it was likely a one time thing. I wasn't going to stress over it though.
"Yes, it was. Thanks."
"I should thank you," he said as he stood, collecting his clothes. He pulled up his jeans, somehow tucking that long softening dick back inside. "You were amazing."
"Guess I still have it in me," I joked. He turned serious though.
"You've always had it in you. Don't let anyone take away that spark again."
I got out of bed and dressed, then walked him to the front door. I felt alive again. And he was right. I was done moping around. It was time to move on and live life again. Hard to believe I had to learn the lesson from someone half my age. He picked up his empty candy bucket and reached for the door handle.
"Wait," I said. As he turned back to me, I walked over to a kitchen drawer and opened it, pulling out a bag of candy still one-quarter full. His eyes widened.
"I knew it!" He yelled triumphantly.
"Maybe I kept just a little," I teased as I dropped some candy in his bucket.
He laughed as he opened the door and stepped outside. The wind was turning cooler, and it felt nice against my skin which was still hot from our unexpected encounter. He turned back to me and again pressed his lips to mine. His kiss was deep but soft. I felt his body press against mine and he was rock hard again. It almost made me want to pull him back inside for round two. Hell, I'd consider letting him fuck me if it meant extending our short time together.
"I should go," he whispered. He kissed down my cheek and across my neck. He let out an almost animalistic growl and it felt like he licked my neck. He pulled back suddenly. "Before you do something you regret tomorrow... or I do."
He flashed that smile at me again, showing off the vampire teeth. They glistened in porch light. Seeing them up close made me appreciate them more.
"So realistic," I said as I flicked at one tooth with my finger.
"Yes, very realistic," he agreed and backed away. "Have a good night, Kyle. Thanks again."
I suddenly realized that I didn't even get his name. Wait, had I told him mine? It didn't seem so important now.
"Stop by anytime." I know he made it clear that this likely wouldn't repeat but I figured I'd at least put it out there.
"I might take you up on that offer someday," he said as he walked away, the darkness soon claiming his figure.
I went back inside, shut and locked the door, as I leaned back against it. My pulse was still racing. My whole body felt alive. Had that really happened? It was already starting to fade like a dream but I didn't want the memory to ever go away. I was determined to make more memories like it though. I may not be immortal, but I still had plenty of good years left in me.
I walked back into the kitchen to turn the lights off. It was approaching midnight now although it felt like the evening zoomed by much quicker. Still, I was tired and knew I would sleep well tonight, maybe better than I had in years. It was when I put the candy back in the drawer that I saw them, laying there on the kitchen counter.
A pair of fake vampire fangs.
THE END