WARNING: This is an erotic fiction story intended to be read by individuals who have reached the age of majority (18 or 21 years in most places). If you do not wish to read about love or homosexual acts between males, proceed no farther.
DISCLAIMER: This short story is a fantasy of my own creation. The characters are completely original and not based on any real person. Any resemblance to someone living or dead is completely coincidental.
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"Halloween Treat" by Captain Chlorophyll
It wasn't any colder than average this Halloween, but that didn't matter. Scotty and I were so heated up that we would have done it in a snowbank if we had to. I suppose I should start before the sex, though, so it will be easier for you to follow. I apologize, but after you read about the sex we had that night, you'll understand while I'm still thinking about the climax.
Scotty and I are boyfriends, but this isn't one of those stories about us growing up as best friends then making love as our relationship deepened. I didn't even know him until last year. His family moved into our town (my development actually) during the summer before our sophomore year, so I immediately noticed him, the new kid, on the first day of driver's ed.
I've always felt sorry for the underdog, so I tried to befriend the new kid in town. I wasn't sexually attracted to him then, so I didn't push things along. We walked to and from school together, talking about the dreams we had of driving, griping about our teachers -- all the usual teenage boy topics except girls. I eventually picked up on that, and he did too.
Our Driver's Ed. class was last period. It was the only class we had together. At the end of the marking period, when Driver's Ed. stopped and gym class took its place, I'd be eligible for my license, having had my birthday in early October. I preferred gym class because it meant I could see dozens of guys in nothing but their underwear. Our locker room has showers, but we aren't made to use them, so I never see anyone naked. I didn't even get to see Scott in his underwear. Owing to the curse of alphabetical order, he wasn't even in the same row of lockers. On the other hand, I was lucky enough to be next to one of the guys on the wrestling team, so I had something to keep me entertained. Each day, the first thing I'd do when I got home from school was beat off, thinking about that wrestler's body. Later, as Scotty and I became friends and went to each other's houses after school, I would have to delay my ritual, but I never missed a day shooting my load over that guy.
Scotty came up with the odd idea that winter to shovel each other's driveways. The very idea of walking through the snow to shovel a house a couple blocks away, leaving your own unattended, seemed downright stupid at first. However, you still get the satisfaction of completing your chores, your driveway is shoveled by the time you get home, and you didn't even have to be the one to do it! And, God help me, I thought it was romantic in a way. Last Christmas, Scotty gave me a shirt, and I gave him a cheap necklace. When he called me that evening to thank me for the gift, we decided to be boyfriends.
We couldn't be out at school. It amazes me to read stories about guys who aren't harassed, bullied, or even beaten up because they are out to their classmates. If we tried that in our school, we would be hounded off the grounds at the very least. Fortunately, we only had that gym class together, and we don't have any classes together this year, so we can't be caught giving each other "goo-goo eyes" in school. Plus, each of us will probably ask a girl to the junior prom this year, to maintain the image school requires of us.
Scotty's house has a pool in the backyard, and that's where we had planned to spend our summer. My mom, however, made me get a job, and Scotty had to keep his house clean. His dad works for a stockbroker, and his mom is an RN, so it was his responsibility to do the chores. My mom is a housewife, and she does the cooking and cleaning, but it's up to me to help my dad in the yard. Scotty and I did get some time in the pool each day (usually with my bratty little sister in tow), but we were rarely alone.
The first time we changed in his room after swimming was the first time we had seen each other with our pants off, let alone naked. Before that, we had to settle for shirts vs. skins games in gym. I had to take my sister home, so all we had time for was getting ourselves hard for each other. On most days, we barely had time to cop a feel before parting.
Scotty's parents took him on a three week trip to England that summer. (I don't know how his mom was allowed that much time away from the hospital.) They gave me the key and alarm code, so I could get the mail, water the plants, mow the yard, and clean the pool. Each time I was there, I lay on his bed and jerked off, thinking about him.
You're probably wondering when I'm going to get to the juicy (literally) part. Well, Mrs. Williams, my English teacher, says that all good stories have a generous exposition before reaching the climax and denouement. I like to think that "denouement" is a French word for a post-coital cigarette. I'm almost there, so unzip yourself (if you haven't already) and make yourself comfortable.
Our sexual relationship naturally progressed from masturbating to sucking to sixty-nining and fingering. The first time we fucked, I took his cherry. I thought I had hurt him; he was grunting and writhing beneath me. He told me he was enjoying it. His grunts became moans then shouts. His bucking, I kid you not, actually became vibrating twice. He was a natural bottom. I nearly got off just from the power of causing another human being that much pleasure. What pulled my trigger, though, was when his entire body seized up: his jaw, his arms, his legs, and especially his ass. He clamped down on my dick so hard, I had no choice but to empty my balls into him.
When we pulled apart, I saw that his sheets could barely absorb the load he had shot. If he had enjoyed himself that much, how much liquid had I pumped into him? I was surprised that he didn't run for the bathroom to empty himself, but he merely reclined with a satisfied look on his face.
We held off on him doing me until a later date. I enjoyed having him in me, but it didn't give me a mind-blowing orgasm like it had him. In fact, he had to jerk me off while sucking his slime out of my hole. Of course, he then licked my load off me. We realized then that he was a bottom and I was a top. On occasion, he'll mount me, like this Halloween, but that's rare.
Our high school always throws a "safe and sober" Halloween dance. All the students go in costume, and most go stag. At this year's dance, I ended up dancing with my friend Jeanne a lot, and Scotty spent much of the evening with Marcy, so we ended up being kind of their unofficial dates for the dance. I think I'll suggest to Scotty that we use them as our "cover" girlfriends. Anyway, we walked them to their parents' cars after the dance before heading home ourselves.
You'd think that, with autumn well underway, my mom would have let me drive to the dance, especially since our costumes weren't too warm, but she had two reasons against it. First, we were close enough to walk to school. Second, she didn't want us driving on a night known for partying and drinking, in case someone didn't bother to sober up before leaving their party. Her only advice was "just wear a warm coat, so you don't catch your death."
I went as Pinocchio. I wore a white shirt, red bow tie, navy blue shorts, blue dress socks pulled up to my knees, and black shoes. Sure, it was all my own clothes (except for the bow tie, which I borrowed from my dad), but shorts aren't the best costume for the day before November! At least the guy who went as a flasher had a nice, long, warm coat over his shorts all night. My only problem was finding a fake nose. I did end up finding a lightweight, wooden one that fit on my head with elastic. I topped it off with a dippy little hat.
I teased Scotty that he should go as a gay vampire, with cum trickling out of his mouth. What followed was him stalking me around his house, calling out, "I vahnt... to suck... your cock!" and I played the helpless virgin who eventually succumbed and let the vampire drink his essence. Okay, so I didn't struggle all that much once he pinned me down. He eventually settled for making a toga out of a sheet. His parents might be rich, but they wouldn't give him the money to buy a Roman centurion costume like Russell Crowe's in "Gladiator".
After we said good night to the girls, Scotty asked me to walk behind the school to one of the practice fields. He had wanted some time alone with me before we went home, so he had told our parents that the dance ended at eleven instead of ten. Even though it was a full moon, no one could see us because we wore our black trench coats over our costumes.
Don't get me wrong when you read "black trench coats"; we're not freaks threatening to gun down our classmates. Scotty had one because he often had to accompany his parents to formal parties thrown by someone in his dad's brokerage firm. I had one because my grandmother died last January, and I had to buy it to wear over my suit. Anyway, the black coats kept us obscured until we took them off on the practice field.
We held hands on the way, pretty sure that no one else would go behind the school after the dance. It felt nice. All of a sudden, I imagined us as college room mates and poster boys for the campus gay community. I hope whatever school we go to is more tolerant than here. I thought that was really romantic, and I stopped walking and pulled him to me. I kissed him, and I would have slipped him my tongue, but he warned me to wait until we were out of the rear parking lot and safely on the field.
Once we got there, he spread his overcoat on the ground and asked me to do the same. When I had, he grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me to face him. "Jase," he said, "I think we did pretty well tonight, but I couldn't keep my eyes off of you. I'm glad I had this baggy sheet covering me; I was like this most of the night."
He lifted the front of his toga, displaying his hard-on encased in white Calvin Klein briefs. I briefly wondered (no pun intended) if he wore those to gym class. Probably not -- he could have tried using the "lifestyles of the rich and famous" excuse, but wearing brand name underwear (or even colored briefs) in the locker room would have branded him as a fag. (I told you our school was close-minded.)
Scotty stepped forward, and I caressed his bulge. He moaned into my mouth as our lips met. Damn, his Calvin's were soft, a heck of a lot softer than the three-packs my mom always buys me! Maybe they were worth the extra money. Thoughts soon fled as lust took control.
When he finally pulled away, he had started leaking, his hands had found their way into the back of my shorts, and we were panting as if we had just finished running a mile in gym class. "Jase, I want to.... I'm going to ask you to do something... different tonight, different than what we've done so far."
I pictured myself as a sultan who, instead of a harem, had Scotty as his sex partner. Our cocks would bulge obscenely in those billowy pants. We'd fuck each other silly, leaving "snail tracks" of cum all over the cushions and pillows beneath us.
If one use of the word "different" let me conjure that image, I didn't think I would turn down his request. My body was on autopilot, and its charted course was the island of teen-boy sex. Did he actually think I was going to say no to whatever he was thinking? "Tell me."
He sat down Indian-style on his coat and pulled me down next to him. "I couldn't keep my eyes off of you. The few inches of leg between your shorts and socks were kind of a thrill, and your nose reminded me of your... fabulous shaft. This probably sounds kinky, but it kind of... turned me on."
Scotty had never had a problem telling me what he wanted before. Then again, we usually didn't talk, too eager to get each other off. In his defense, we are each other's only partners, and we're still in high school, so we hadn't done much sexually. Over time, I expect us to be less "vanilla". That's another one of the things I fantasize about when I think of going off to college.
Scotty leaned across me and fumbled in my coat. I tilted my head and sniffed his aftershave then kissed him behind his ear. He sat back up, holding the balsa wood nose I had stuffed in my pocket after Jeanne's and Marcy's dads had asked to see my costume. I stifled a laugh as I realized what he was seeking. "Is that a nose in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" I thought to myself. I still had on the goofy hat. It was secured under my chin with an elastic band, so it was easier to carry that way.
He lightly toyed with the artificial proboscis as he continued speaking. "So firm, so straight, sticking out from your body, is it any wonder I couldn't keep my mind off you?" I had softened to half-hardness by this time, but he was probably still completely erect. "Jase, I want you to...."
He gulped audibly. I had never heard anyone do that outside of a cartoon, and I nearly laughed again. What was wrong with me? He was turned on, and I was cracking jokes to myself.
He had lost track of his voice. He merely stared at the fake nose, which he was stroking almost lovingly. He looked at it, not me, when he continued. "I want you to... fuck me with this, Jase." Only then did his eyes meet mine.
I may have gotten soft, but the look in his eyes reminded me of where my auto-pilot was steering us. I stiffened again as I nodded my response to his lust-filled eyes. "Anything for you, Scotty," and I kissed him to show I meant it.
We fell back on our coats and Frenched a little while. I stopped kissing to suckle his exposed nipple, blow on it, and watch it stiffen in the chilling night air, and then rub my false nose against it. He moaned in delight; this really did turn him on. I wonder what other sort of things my bottom-boy would introduce me to. "My pocket," he gasped.
I dropped the nose onto his stomach and rummaged beneath his legs. He picked it up and caressed it some more as I searched. In his coat pocket were condoms and lube. Until that point, we had never used condoms because we were each other's first and only sex partners. It dawned on me then that he had been aroused by the costume appendage long before the dance, since the day a couple of weeks ago when I modeled my costume. I mentally shrugged my shoulders and unrolled one of the condoms onto the wooden shaft which he held up for me.
"Wait," he said as I reached for the lube. He began kissing and licking and sucking the phallic object. I recognized the way his face looked as performed the same action on me numerous times. The nose wasn't wide enough to fill the sheath, so Scotty held the end tightly, but that didn't stop him from taking nearly half of the penis substitute into his mouth. "Here," he said, thrusting the object at me after popping it out from between his lips.
I took it, and he lifted his hips to peel off his briefs. I caught a glimpse of his cock in the moonlight before the toga draped over it again. Scotty rolled over and got up on his hands and knees. "Now fuck me with it."
I lubed it quickly but slid it into his pucker slowly. He moaned loudly as it went in, and I leaked into my briefs. He pushed back for more, but I was afraid of putting it in too deep and injuring him. I wrapped my fist around the rim of the rubber and held as tightly as I could to the slickened surface.
As I began wiggling it inside his hungry hole, he chanted, "Yeah, yeah, yeah." I knew I had rubbed his prostate when his head shot back and he hissed. I kept varying the pace and direction but returned to his prostate frequently.
Within minutes, he began bucking his hips. A strangled cry escaped his throat, and I couldn't move the fake nose any more; he hand clenched in orgasm. I couldn't see his cockhead, but I knew it was spewing mightily into the sheet wrapped around him.
"Now you," he gasped. I dropped the makeshift dildo and wasted no time shoving my shorts and briefs down to my knees and mounting him in one thrust. His ass was still lubed from the nose, and his cock-hungry hole swallowed me at once.
I couldn't hold back. I pounded him savagely. His display had warmed me up, and I was ready to boil over. I let go of his hips, leaned down on his back, and supported my weight on my arms. I jabbed him repeatedly, quick jabs limited in movement but not intensity. I could have sworn I growled as I planted my seed in his furrow, but it also could have been the sound of blood pounding in my ears.
Gasping for breath, I rolled off him and onto the ground. I weakly reached down to untangle my legs from my shorts and underwear. It was probably below 50 degrees by then, but neither of us felt the cold. I also gave no thought to how ridiculous I probably looked: still wearing my shirt, socks, and shoes but buck naked between them, not to mention the cummy, slimy, spent prick drooling onto my own pelvis.
Scotty didn't seem to care; he was still hard and hot to come again. He grabbed the lube and lifted my legs. Seconds later, he was balls deep in my back passage, and I was gasping in pain. My penis had shriveled in response. We rarely coupled this way, and he hadn't taken time to prepare me. I hurt bad, but I could sense the need and managed to derive a bit of pleasure from the realization that I was satisfying him.
For the next minute or so, he didn't thrust at all. First, he hooked his toga around my raised feet, so I could hold it away from our conjoined pelvises. Then, he fumbled around for my costume nose and tried balancing it on my chest. I was still breathing hard, so it fell over each time. He gave up and let it lie on my chest as he reached for the lube. Scotty reslicked the condom and wrapped my fingers around the wooden member. "Fuck me with it as I fuck you."
The position was awkward, not to mention I couldn't see what I was doing, so I had several near misses trying to find his hole. When I finally hit the spot, he nodded and said, "That's it." I pushed, he opened up, and the makeshift dildo slid inside. Scotty shut his eyes and hissed through his teeth. "Oh, baby, you don't know how good this feels."
For him maybe, but my sphincter was still adjusting to his presence. He started sliding slowly in and out. Finally, my ass was ready to accept its invader and loosened its grip -- not much, but enough that Scotty took it as a signal to go faster. Meanwhile, I wiggled my costume nose as he bounced back and forth.
After a few tries, I found the right angle to rub his prostate, and Scotty bucked his hips faster. It was about damn time; my arm was starting to burn, and I think I was getting a cramp in my leg.
"Oh, Jase, this is great. Thank you. You're the best. I'm ready to.... I'm going to...." Again, he seized up, and he let out a wail -- really loud. I prayed that there really was no one around who would come and investigate. The wail softened and turned into a grunt as he collapsed on my chest -- or maybe it was me that grunted from the impact.
I dropped my legs, which twitched for a while as the muscles relaxed, and my right arm fell, a dead weight, to the ground. Scotty withdrew, started to move back on his knees, and belatedly remembered to remove the fake nose from his ass. He stripped off the condom and flung it away in the darkness. I wondered if one of the football teams would find it tomorrow during practice, and for the third time that night, I felt like laughing.
Scotty, meanwhile, was feeling my abdomen. "Oh, baby," he said as he found no evidence of my orgasm, "you didn't come, did you? Not to worry; I'll fix that."
He started rubbing my prick, trying to get me up again. My ass had clenched a few times after he pulled out, and my dick twitched as those muscles contracted. I began swelling in his hand. He streamed some lube onto my rod and spread it around. My shaft glistened faintly in the moonlight, and the pain in my ass was forgotten.
His task accomplished, Scotty straddled me and sat down on my cock. I had expected a handjob, but damn if Scotty wasn't still raring to go! He adjusted his toga around us and pulled my hand under it, to his crotch. He was still hard, ready for a third orgasm.
I was hoping for a long, slow ride, but Scotty wasn't having any of that. I grabbed his hips to slow his bouncing, but he pulled my hands away and stuffed the lubricant into one of my hands.
Even when he was topping me other times, I still had some control. This time, Scotty was completely in charge. The discomfort in my mind, however, went the same way as the throbbing ache of my asshole. I slicked up Scotty's cock as he wanted, and he went to town, bucking and writhing and twisting as he rode my shaft and I jerked him off.
Scotty told me afterwards that, when the toga rubbed against his glans, the sensation was almost unbearable. I guess that accounts for him panting so much, panting that turned into a strangled cry as he came.
His cockhead belched out into the confines of the toga what probably was a very small load, it being his third and all. Actually, "dribbled" would probably be a better word, despite the strong pulses I felt. My mind, distracted by my own orgasm, filed away for later the feeling of his erupting rod, harder than I've ever felt it before, red hot, and moving with a life of its own.
In the meantime, I was more interested in what was going on between my thighs. Despite having been reluctant to participate before, I was now a willing accomplice to our first sex game, which I hoped would be followed by many more. My balls burned as they sent ammunition to the cannon up my boyfriend's ass, firing salvo after salvo inside him. The shaft itself, saturated with blood, pressed against the walls of Scotty's rectum, which was clenched around it, compressing my cock as fiercely as I expanded inside him. Heightening my climax but not fully registering were the sounds of the lube on our boners and the last smack of skin as he sat on my pelvis, accepting me completely inside him.
Scotty collapsed full-length atop me. I removed my hand from his (finally!) softening dick, extricated it from the sheet twisted around him, and hugged him even tighter to me as we cooled down, panting in each other's ears. My limp member slid out of his anus, and Scotty shivered against me, I guess from an orgasmic aftershock. Vaguely, I hoped that the lube I was spreading as I caressed his bare shoulder blade and upper back wouldn't be visible when he got home.
We were going to be home later than expected, but I figured our parents wouldn't mind. We dressed as neatly as we could and set off for home. I smiled as Scotty gave the costume nose a final kiss before slipping it into my coat pocket. We were walking kind of funny, and I was sure our faces would still be flushed when we got home. We worked up the story that we danced so much we were hot, sweaty, and sore. My parents bought it, and Scotty told me his did, too.
I had to get up for school the next morning, so I hurried through a shower before bed. I slept very well that night after our exhausting sex bout. My asshole throbbed tenderly as I tried to find a comfortable position. I thought of Scotty, who was probably a puddle of bliss on his bed, as I drifted off to sleep.
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COPYRIGHT: October 29, 2001
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