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Chapter One Hundred Ten
Bren closed his text book at two-thirty Friday afternoon and smiled at his students. "I have a surprise for you guys. The Founder has given permission to end class early this afternoon. He wants to make sure everyone has plenty of time to finish their costume, especially since the announcement only came out a few days ago that masks are required."
John raised his hand and asked, "Has anyone heard if Keith is coming to the party?"
When no one answered, Bren said, "I haven't heard either way, but I have an idea that a large noisy party might be a little much for him. What I do know, however, is that he's supposed to return to class on Monday. I want everyone to make him feel welcomed, but don't go overboard. Try and treat him as if it's just a normal Monday, and he's returning to class after the weekend. Class dismissed."
During the end of the class hugs, Barry asked, "Do you have any idea why masks were suddenly required?"
Bren shook his head. "I don't have a clue."
Standing beside his teacher, Mason said, "I've been snooping around, but I couldn't find out anything."
"It should make for a very interesting party," Bren remarked as he watched the last student leave his classroom.
Bren turned the lights out in the room, and closing the door, he walked down the hall to his apartment. When he entered the living room, he discovered Tom standing over the kitchen table. He appeared to be putting the finishing touches on his costume. All identities were supposed to be a secret, but obviously, sharing an apartment, both of them knew who or what the other was going as.
"Hey," Tom greeted.
Bren walked over to the table. "I thought you were finished."
"I was, and then this afternoon I got an idea to add a little something extra."
Later, after their showers, they began dressing for the Halloween party. When they returned to the living room, Tom said, "Oh, by the way, I had a quick discussion with Don. I'm going to spend tomorrow night in his apartment."
"I caught Danny at lunch time. At first he was hesitant, but he finally agreed to come." Bren smiled and gave Tom a kiss. "I think I'm going to move things really slow. I'm going to suggest watching a movie."
Tom thought that was a good idea. "That might help him feel comfortable."
A knock on the door alerted them they had a visitor. Both teachers put their masks in place, and Bren opened the door. He discovered Darth Vader standing out in the hall.
"May I come in?" came a gravelly request.
Bren stepped to the side and answered, "Of course."
Three costume covered bodies shared hugs, and Darth asked, "May I accompany the two of you to the party?"
Bren listened carefully to the harsh sounding words, but he couldn't determine who was actually speaking them.
"We're leaving early to see if we can help in any way," Tom explained to Darth.
Darth gave a slight nod. "As is my intention," he hissed.
As the three characters stepped out of the apartment, they discovered other strange characters walking along the hallway. Bren had dressed as a sixteen hundred monk, and Tom had decided to go as some sort of insane monster. Bren wasn't sure exactly who his partner was supposed to be.
Although the air was already chilly, none of the characters were wearing the traditional winter robes. The cold wind whipped around them as they quickly made their way to the cafeteria.
Once inside the large dining room, Bren looked around at all of the decorations. There was a mixture of fall and Halloween on all of the walls, ceiling and all of the tables had center pieces. Two tables had been pushed against one wall, and three masked people were arranging food on them. Bren gathered that one of the costumed figures was his brother, but he had no idea who Chance's helpers might be. He walked over to the tables and discovered a large variety of food. There were sandwiches, lots of chips and dips, and brownies and cookies made up the desserts. There was a barrel at the end of one table filled with soft drinks and packed in ice.
Bren walked over to the masked figure he thought was his brother and said, "Wow, Chance, you've gone all out on this party."
The masked stranger turned and asked, "Who do you think I am?"
Bren laughed. "Alright, be mysterious."
The person Bren thought was his brother shrugged his shoulders. "As you wish." He walked away leaving Bren wondering if he had been mistaken, and the man really hadn't been his brother.
Sometime later a masked avenging angel walked up to the front of the room and spoke into the microphone. Regardless of the mask and costume, everyone in the room recognized the Founder's voice.
Chad welcomed everyone to the party and thanked everyone that had contributed one way or another to make the evening a success. "I'm happy to see all shapes, sizes, and designs of everyone's creation. I realize the addition of the mask was dropped on you at the last moment, and I appreciate the extra work everyone put in on their costume. I'm not going to tell you who, but there will be judges walking around this evening quietly judging the costumes. The winners will be announced Sunday morning during assembly time."
The Founder spoke a few more words and finished by saying, "I've put together a playlist that I think everyone here will enjoy. Some of the songs are the old traditional spooky Halloween assortment, and some are just right for dancing, should any of you feel the urge." He went over to a small table and tapped a key on a Laptop. Music began flowing through the sound system and filling the room with lively toons.
The evening was spent playing games, consuming a vast amount of food and dancing. The evening was also spent trying to determine whose face might be behind a mask, especially the characters that danced together.
Just as the hands on the big round clock on the cafeteria wall pointed to midnight, the music stopped, and Chad announced the party was over. "Remember, we'll find out the prize winners Sunday morning. Good night."
Bren watched as Tom and Darth Vader walked over to him. He greeted Darth, "Well, it's after midnight. Isn't it time for you to remove your mask?"
"All in due time," Darth answered, speaking in the same gravelly voice.
"Plans have changed," Tom said pulling Bren to the side. "I'm going to stay here and help Chance clean up. You're going to leave with Darth."
Bren was confused. "Why am I going to leave with Darth?"
Tom hugged Bren to him and whispered, "It's alright. Darth is going to take very good care of you."
Darth Vader took one of Bren's hands. "Shall we go?" Again, those gravelly words.
"What are your plans, Tom? Where will you be?"
"I've been told that someone will be here later to claim me for the night. And before you ask, no, I don't know who. Right now I'm supposed to be helping Chance, so you two run along."
Darth Vader pointed to the exit and said, "Let us take our leave."
"And just where will that lead us?"
Darth Vader shrugged his shoulders. "Your apartment, of course."
"Guess I'll see you in the morning," Bren told Tom.
Darth led Bren out of the building by the hand, and once they were walking along the street, he said, "Relax, Bren. I'm going to take very good care of you."
Bren tried to concentrate on each word Darth spoke, but for the life of him, he could not determine who the voice belonged to.
When they reached the apartment, Bren led the way inside with Darth right behind him. Closing the door, Bren asked, "Now what? Do you want a shower?"
Darth shook his head. "Not now. Later," he added with a hiss.
Bren thought if he could keep the guy talking, he might be able to determine who was behind the mask. "Then what?"
Darth pointed to the bedroom. "Enter there, please. I'll take care of the lights."
When the front part of the apartment was dark, Darth entered the bedroom and told Bren to stand beside the bed. He pointed to the side he wanted Bren to be. He closed the bedroom door and turned the light out. When Bren leaned over and switched on the lamp next to the bed, Darth hurried over and turned it off. The room was suddenly totally dark.
Bren felt a tug, and suddenly his costume slipped down to his feet. Whoever Darth was, Bren was now standing in front of him wearing only a mask. He heard another sound and realized that Darth was now probably naked as well.
"Make sure the mask remains," Darth commanded.
Bren felt a hand on his chest and suddenly little kisses were being planted on his chest. When a wet tongue ran across one of his nipples, Bren leaned weakly against the bed.
Darth gently gave him a push, and Bren fell to the bed. Darth helped him to turn long ways on the bed and remain on his back. Once in that position, Darth quickly crawled between Bren's legs and began kissing the man's furry belly. He planted kisses all around Bren's belly button and then pushed his tongue inside the indented hairy circle.
Bren felt his dick twitch as the kisses continued up his body. He loved kissing, but not knowing who the person behind the mask was, made the kisses even more exciting.
Darth continued covering Bren's body with kisses until he had the man's curly fur matted down with saliva. When he came to Bren's hardening nipples, Darth sucked one between his lips.
Bren moaned, "Damn."
When he had the nipple standing through the circle of hair around it, Darth moved over to the second. When he sucked it between his lips, he wasn't surprised to discover it was already as hard as the other one. He gave it a few gentle sucks and then slowly began tonguing his way back down Bren's body. He loved the way the curly hair tickled his tongue. When he reached Bren's thick patch of pubes, he stopped and buried his nose in them. He breathed deeply through his nose, and the scent caused his dick to jerk roughly between his legs. He made a wet trail down to the base of Bren's cock and slowly ran his tongue up the shaft. The attention brought Bren's dick to full mast. Darth wrapped his lips around the swollen head and gradually went down, not stopping until his nose was buried in Bren's pubes. He took his time teasing and playing, encouraged by Bren's moans and the thick strand of pre cum leaking from his dick.
Bren tried to raise up. "My turn."
"Not yet," was Darth's gravelly answer. He gave Bren's dick a few tugs and told him to get on his hands and knees.
That gravelly voice again, and for the life of him, Bren could not decide who it might belong to. He did what Darth told him, and immediately he felt a movement and then a hand on each cheek.
Darth pulled one to the side and ran a finger through the hair that coated Bren's crack. The black curls welcomed his touch, and Darth felt them reaching out to his digit. It wasn't long before he had both cheeks pulled back, and his tongue was making a wet trail through the curls.
"Shit," Bren groaned when he felt a wet tongue licking around his entrance. An intense wave of desire traveled through his body, and he pushed back. The movement cause the tip of Darth's tongue to slip through the hairy opening, but stopping just inside the entrance.
Bren felt the wave of desire inside him grow stronger. Whoever Darth really was, the guy really knew how to push his buttons.
Darth continued with his tongue fucking for a time before tonguing his way down to the underneath side of Bren's heavy ball sac. He licked each ball and then opened his mouth wide enough to allow the cum-filled balls to rest on his tongue. The hairy orbs fit comfortably between his lips.
A short time later Bren felt the bed shake, and through the darkness, he could see Darth's shadow move over and pull out the drawer from the bedside table. A thought suddenly raced across Bren's brain. Whoever Darth was, he knew where the lube and condoms were kept in his bedroom.
"Who the hell are you?" Bren demanded.
Darth was once again on his knees behind Bren. "You know who I am," he graveled. "Darth Vader."
"Yeah, of course you are."
Darth pushed a finger once more along Bren's crack and went in search of the man's furry entrance. When he found it, he pushed a fingertip inside and stopped. This time his words came out in a hissing sound. "The Universe has determined that it's your turn to experience the act of fucking that only Darth Vader can give you."
Darth removed his finger and began working gel inside Bren. He worked and massaged the area until he had four fingers inside, spreading lube everywhere.
The four finger massage was causing Bren to cry out, begging Darth to fuck him.
Darth unrolled a condom down his hard shaft, and once the rim was buried deep in his pubes, he coated the rubber hardness heavily with gel and dropped the bottle on the bed beside him. He placed the slippery tip of his dick against Bren's entryway and pushed just the head inside. His body shook with pleasure. "Oh, my God." He slowly pushed forward until he felt Bren's ass cheeks pressed tightly against his groin. "I'm fucking inside you," he moaned.
Darth began a slow pace of fucking and enjoyed the feeling that Bren's ass walls were giving his dick. Each time he pushed in, they sucked him close. When his cockhead touched Bren's love button, the teacher cried out, "Fuck me!"
Darth changed gears and began drilling Bren's ass hard, each thrust slamming roughly against the man's prostate. Darth could feel the button getting bigger and was relieved to know he was giving Bren pleasure. He continued fucking hard, and each time he bottomed out, Darth felt his balls slam against Bren's body. He shoved in. He pulled out. In. Out. Back in. Hard. He suddenly felt his cock shake between the walls of Bren's ass, and he knew he was going to cum.
Bren felt the cock inside him shudder as well, and he cried out, "Yeah, fire that load, Darth. I want to feel your cock erupting cream into the rubber."
Darth graveled, "Cumming. Fucking cumming. Oh! Jesus!"
When Darth's balls had finally emptied themselves of their load, he fell weakly against Bren, letting the man's ass support him. His dick was still buried inside the teacher, covered by a cum-filled rubber.
Bren was the first to speak. "That was – "his voice trailed off.
Darth prodded, "That was?"
Bren forced the muscles in his ass to clamp down hard against Darth's dick.
Darth cried out, "Shit!"
Bren released those muscles. "You were right about one thing. I was ready for a Darth Vader fuck."
With his cock still buried inside Bren, he reached around the man's body and found his dick. "God, you're so fucking hard." He planted a kiss in the middle of Bren's back.
Bren pushed back and felt Darth's cock push against his prostate once more. "So are you." He wiggled his ass and said, "You could probably manage another fuck session."
Darth gave Bren's love button another tap. "Trust me, I plan on fucking you several more times tonight. Actually, I haven't fucked or even jacked off for three days. I wanted to make sure tonight was really special for you."
"Does Tom know who you are?"
Darth even managed to make gravelling sound as he laughed. "Yeah, Tom knows who I am, but he wasn't aware of my plans until this morning."
"Are you going to remove your mask now?"
Darth shook his head. "No yet. There's still more fun to be had." He allowed his dick to slide out of Bren's ass. "I think you'll find it really hot not knowing who you're fucking." He pulled the cum-filled rubber off his dick and tossed it in the trash can beside the bed.
Bren turned around. "Then I'd better get busy, because I think once my dick is inside you, I'll be able to guess your identity."
"You think so?" the gravelly voice asked.
"If you'd let me turn the damned lights on, I would have no problem."
"Perhaps. Perhaps not. Either way, no lights allowed for now."
Bren would have continued with his questions, but his hard dick was ready to fuck. "Stay on your back."
Bren crawled between Darth's legs, and with his chest resting against the creature's belly, kissed his way up Darth's body. When Darth's thick fur began moving against his face, Bren tried to determine the pattern of the hair. If he could do that, he might have a good chance of finding out the creature's real identity. When he came to Darth's neck, he tried to kiss him on the mouth.
Darth pushed him away. "Mouth kissing off limits – for now."
"No fair," Bren protested.
"Patience," came the gravelly reply.
Bren spent several minutes planting kisses everywhere his lips could reach, and before long he could feel the head of his cock become covered in a puddle of pre cum.
Bren scooted down on the bed and told Darth to push his legs up. "Rest your feet on the bed."
Bren filled Darth's ass with slippery gel. Then he picked up a condom and covered his cock with it. He coated it heavily with lube and gave the bottle a toss. Then using his hands, he pushed Darth's legs up just enough to allow him easy entrance. Once his coated cockhead was inside, his dick glided the rest of the way in with one thrust. He could feel his crotch grinding against Darth's furry balls. He tried looking at Darth's face, but all he could see was a dark shadow. He slowly moved his cock back and forth and then suddenly stopped.
"Is something wrong?" Darth asked.
"I don't ever remember this bedroom being so dark. There's usually at least a little bit of moon light coming through the window."
Darth did his gravelly laugh again. "Perhaps that's because I slipped in here earlier today and covered the window with thick cardboard."
"Well, damn!"
"I told you, I've been planning this for a long time. Now, for God's sake, fuck my ass!"
Bren couldn't actually see Darth's hairy ass because of the darkness, but he could definitely feel it rubbing him each time he bottomed out. He allowed himself another half minute or so of slow, enjoyable fucking, and then he jumped gears and began pounding Darth with every bit of strength he possessed. He fucked hard and let his hands rest on the creature's stomach. When one of his fingers accidentally touched one of Darth's hard nips, Bren gave it a hard pinch. He did the same to the other one.
"Fuck!" Darth cried out. He reached between Bren's arms and took hold of his cock. He began a slow jacking movement.
Bren slapped his hand and pushed it away. "Do – not- cum," he said with each thrust. I want to feel your dick shooting in my ass."
Darth groaned and let his hand rest on the bed beside his body.
Bren kept on fucking Darth hard, and a few minutes later he felt his balls tingle. His toes curled as his dick erupted its first rope of cum out into the rubber. Five shots later, his balls were empty. "Jesus," he moaned. Without thinking, he leaned over and kissed Darth's lips through the mask.
Darth pulled away. "Hey, we said no kissing yet."
Bren laughed. "I believe that was you. I made no promise."
Darth's cock jerked between them.
Bren raised up and pulled his cock out on the bed. He pulled the heavy condom off his dick and gave it a toss, hopeful it would land in the trash can .He reached for a new condom and the lube and said, "Let me put this rubber on you."
Bren unrolled the condom carefully, making sure he didn't work Darth's dick enough to make it shoot. When he had the rubber safely in place, he tried searching his mind, but so far, neither dick, nor balls or even body hair pattern gave him any hint who Darth might really be. He covered Darth's hard member with gel and tossed the lube to the bed.
"Stay on your back," Bren said and squatted down, facing Darth. He reached back and used a hand to guide Darth's cock to his ass.
"Don't you need some lube?"
"There's still plenty up there," Bren said. He lowered his body and felt Darth's thick cockhead slip inside. He groaned and slowly allowed his body to relax. His ass gradually took the entire length of Darth's dick, and Bren could feel his hips resting in a nest of bushy pubes. He moaned. "You're so fucking hard, Darth. You seem thicker now than before."
"Oh, shit, Bren," Darth whispered. "I don't think I'm going to be able to last very long. Your fucking has pushed me too close to the edge."
"Don't worry," Bren assured him. "All I want to feel is your cock shaking and shooting its load. Even with a rubber, I can feel the intense firing and the hot coating of your cream. Give it to me."
Darth had been right. Three thrusts, and his balls were sending out their second load of spunk in less than half an hour.
Darth made a fist around Bren's cock. It had lost most of its hardness, but it was still thick. "Sorry about that. I told you I probably wouldn't last."
Bren placed a finger across Darth's lips. "Hush. What you did was exactly what I needed. I wanted to feel your dick shooting in my ass." He forced his ass muscles to grip Darth's cock. "I have no complaints, and neither should you."
The night continued as if it was one long dream of fucking. Bren fucked Darth two more times, and Darth managed to fire three more loads up Bren's ass. For the past half hour the two had laid in bed just cuddling and enjoying the aftermath of so much intense fucking. The masks were still in place.
Bren caught himself napping and suddenly opened his eyes. When he looked at the alarm clock next to the bed, the illuminated hands told him it almost five o'clock. He rolled over and faced Darth. "Tonight has been like one of those dreams that goes on and on."
"It has," came Darth's graveled reply.
"The kind you wish wouldn't end, but in the real world, you know it has to."
Darth rolled over so that his back was next to Bren and pushed his ass against Bren's cum-sticky pubes. "Can't we dream just a little longer?"
Bren took hold of Darth's shoulders and rolled him back over. He kissed him lightly on the neck and then reached over and turned the lamp on. He rolled over and slowly pulled his mask off. He smiled and said, "I'll go first, even though you already know who I am. I think it's only fair that I should see the face of the man who's spent the night fucking me."
Darth placed a hand on his face but didn't remove his mask. "It might be more exciting if you don't see my face. That way, every time you see someone in the Community, you can wonder if that is the person who fucked your brains out the night of the Halloween party."
Bren shook his head. "Play fair. Remember your promise."
With the mask still on, Darth kissed Bren. Then pulling back, he slowly removed his mask.
Bren's heart was beating with excitement as he waited to see who he had just spent the night with. Suddenly he was afraid his heart might stop beating altogether.
There lying next to him on the bed was Cole!