Date: Mon, 5 Oct 2009 19:01:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: H. Rick Cantwell <jockhunger@yahoo.com>
Subject: Halloween 16 Chapter 1

      Halloween 16
      Chapter one
      jockhunger@yahoo.com

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      The September I turned sixteen, with Halloween rapidly approaching, I
made a promise to myself.  No more Trick or Treating.  I decided I was too
old for that and it was time for me to start acting like a teenager, not
some punk kid whose only fun is sucking on candy and playing computer
games.  Oh yeah, that was the other promise I made.  No more computer
games.  That promise might sound like I took a long walk off a short pier,
but actually it was because I had discovered Internet sex sites and
computer games didn't interest me anymore ... not to mention too time
consuming, too.  Not that Internet sex sites weren't time consuming ... but
in a different way ... a one-handed way.
      To my chagrin, my girlfriend had other ideas about Halloween.  Three
days after my birthday, like three days was some kind of magical period of
mourning or something, Heather was sitting on the floor in our living room,
sorting through a half-dozen flyers, trying to decide what the two of us
were going to dress up as.  With her ... and encouraging her ... were
Caitlin my 14-year-old sister, Caleb, my 12-year-old brother, and Collin,
my 10-year-old brother.  To my horror I heard such combinations as
"Frankenstein's monster and his wife", "Superman and Lois Lane," and
"Anthony and Cleopatra."  I watched my birthday resolution fly out the
window like a bird when they suggested "Jack Sparrow and his Caribbean
pirate girlfriend ... what's her name?"
      Heather and I had only been dating for about five months so I had to
be nice and let her do her thing.  I mean, it's not like I signed a
contract with myself or anything.  Besides, if I played my cards right, I
might be able to get past first base with her.  Don't get me wrong,
touching her boobs are nice ... I get hard just thinking about touching
them.  But I'd like to touch her ... private place, too ... just once.
Just to see what it feels like.  I know what it looks like.  Well, kinda.
When we were kids, my sister and I took baths together so I know what a
pussy looks like and I figure Heather's looks like that, too, but I have
never touched one.  Well, my sister and I touched each other, as kids
... out of curiosity ... but not in a sexual way.
      Anyway, when we were at parties at our friend's houses Heather and I
would make out and she would let me French kiss her and put my hand under
her bra to touch her bare breast.  But when I kissed her good-night at her
house, after the parties, she would push my hand away.  She assured me she
really wanted me to touch her but she wanted to put on an act in case her
parents were spying on us.  She promised that once I got a car, she would
let me go a little further.  In my mind I thought, `second base?', `third
base?' and then I threw a boner ... right there on her folks' front porch.
      The costume discussion got louder and louder as each one wanted to
discuss why each costume was just right or why it was sooooo wrong.  I was
surprised to hear Caitlin express herself to Heather so openly.  Thank God
mom and dad weren't home.
      "Heather," Caitlin said, "if you go dressed in a costume that stands
out in a crowd, you can't blend in."
      "But I want to stand out.  I want people to notice me," Heather
countered.
      "Not if you want to make out!" Caitlin said shaking her head like she
was talking to a three year old.
      "Make out!" Heather shouted like she had never done such a thing in
her life.
      "I know you and Nerd make out.  When he comes home from a date with
you his face is all `dreamy' and his lips are red and puffy like they were
when he began to practice kissing with his pillow."
      I wanted to drop through the floor.
      "Well, a guy's gotta learn somehow," Caleb said, coming to my rescue.
      "Yeah, I know," Caitlin said uncharacteristically sympathetic, only
to add, "but you better be careful using that mirror to practice with.  You
might cut yourself."
      Caleb turned bright red as he huffed, trying to think how he could
dispute Caitlin's accusation.
      "So what do you suggest?" Heather challenged, in a tone that implied
the younger Caitlin didn't know what she was talking about.
      "Go dressed as something Halloween ... a witch or a ghost or
something.  Then if people see you making out, they won't know which witch
or ghost is kissing who."
      "What about Connor?  What will he go as?"
      "A nerd ... then he won't have to buy a costume," Caitlin said,
laughing at her own joke.
      "We could ask the salesman at the store what most of the other guys
are wearing and he could wear that, Caleb said, fueling Heather's
insistence for dressing up.  "Then he wouldn't stand out either."
      `Thanks, bro,' I thought scornfully.
      On the 29th, we had to go in for our "fittings."  I was going as
Dracula while Heather was going as a witch.  Black looks good on both of us
so I didn't complain.  Besides, I was kinda toying with the idea of going
"Goth" after school was out, anyway.  Yeah, I know ... just another
look-alike nerdy thing to do.
      My "fitting" consisted of hemming the cape so it wouldn't drag on the
ground ... or in the mud if it rained.  But to make sure everything fit
properly, I had to put on the whole costume.  The white ruffled shirt was a
little too queer if you asked me but I had seen enough Drac movies to know
he wore his shirts this way so I didn't complain.  The pants, however, were
another issue.
      "I think you gave me Caleb's pants," I yelled out from behind the
dressing room curtain.
      "Those are the right ones," the salesman said.  "It's the style they
wore in Transylvania at the time."
      "No, I argued," it's not the style, it's the size.  These are two
sizes too small.
      "They stretch," the salesman assured me.  "Just put them on and come
out.  Then we can try on the boots."
      Heather tried to hide her smile but Caitlin burst out laughing when I
walked out wearing black tights.  Thank God they were black or my crotch
would have been as obvious a baseball in them.  They were so tight, you
could see my white underpants showing through like snow on a mountain top.
Caleb cupped his crotch as if to warn me that I was showing a huge basket.
For sixteen, I'm pretty well developed in the dick department ... if the
school locker room is any indication.  So it was impossible to hide my
bulge in those tights.
      "That's fuckin' obscene, Bro," Caitlin gasped between fits of
laughter.
      "Mighty impressive, son," the salesman said seriously, obviously
wanting to make a sale but also, I think, to ease some of my embarrassment.
      "Thanks," I said, really meaning it, both for his dedication and his
empathy.
      "Actually, I think it looks hot!" Heather said. I think she was
trying to make sure I would wear it because it was too late to go looking
for anything else.
      "Good choice bro," my 10-year-old brother said.  "You're sure not
gonna stand out in THAT!"  And then he started giggling like a school girl.
      "Don't listen to him," Caleb said.  "Shit, if I showed that much
package, I'd wear it!"
      "I have to agree," the salesman said.  "If you've got it, you might
as well advertise it!"
      "If it gets too embarrassing, you can always keep your cape closed,"
Heather said, ".But I think, deep down inside, you've got a little of the
exhibitionist in you.  I think you'd enjoy showing off your junk if no one
else knew it was you."
      I don't know how she knew, but she was right.  I liked looking at
myself in the mirror, wearing skimpy underwear or tight fitting
boxer-briefs and such.  When I'd admire myself, I'd wonder what others
would think if they could see me stripped down to my underpants and showing
a big bulge.  But I never told anyone about those thoughts.
      "Where's the boots," I asked, accepting my fate and resolving
... once more ... to never dress up for Halloween again.  They were the
one-size-fits-all kind of felt boots worn in the middle ages ... like Robin
Hood would wear.
      "We can put cotton in the toes if they're too big," the salesman
said.
      "No, they fit," I said.
      Under his breath I heard the salesman say, "Big feet big meat."
       I stood around awkwardly while Heather put on her witch's costume.
It covered up just about everything.  There was even a black lace band
around her neck.  When she spoke, her voice sounded like the wicked witch
from the Wizard of Oz movie but with a little more of the higher-pitched
"Munchkin" sound to it.
      "It disguises your voice so your friends can't recognize you when you
talk," Caitlin said.  "Everyone's wearing 'em this year.  I think it's just
the coolest thing ever."
      "And if you let Heather do the talking for the both of you, no one
will know who you are by your voice, either," Caleb said pointing to my
crotch.
      "She talks all the time anyway," Collin said matter-of-factly, not
realizing he was insulting Heather.
      "So what are you going as?" I asked Caitlin.
      "She can't go as a witch," Collins said with an impish grin.
"Everybody would recognize her."
      I thought Caleb would pee his pants when he heard that, he was
laughing so hard.  Even I was surprised that young Collin was beginning to
voice opinions of his own.  Usually he was the quiet kind of guy, like me.
But during the past month, he began to show some balls, too, so to speak.
      "I'm going as Spider-girl."
      "I'm going as Red Power Panger," Collin boasted.
      "I'm going as Jack Sparrow," Caleb said.
      "This outfit comes with a fake chin and nose," the salesman said.  "I
can show you how to put them on.  They are re-useable and go on with spirit
gum, like clowns use."
      "She should already know how to use it, then," Caitlin said.  "She
dresses like a clown every day at school."
      For all my sister's snide remarks about Heather, I think she really
likes her.  In fact, Heather says that when I'm not around Caitlin is very
nice to her.  Heather thinks Caitlin is just playing the smart ass in front
of me to get my attention.  She says younger sisters don't like their older
brother being taken away from them.  Something about separation anxiety, I
think she said.
      Anyway, once they had the nose and chin on and the black mask in
place, there was no way anyone could tell it was Heather ... even me.  In
profile, the nose hooked downward while the chin hooked upward forming a
crescent-shaped look to it.
      I gladly changed back into my geek-chic black jeans and T-shirt and
waited while Heather was shown how to safely remove the nose and chin.
Then we all went home.  I dropped Heather off at her house but stayed in
the car, making the excuse that I couldn't trust the boys not to drive off
with the car if I got out.  Actually, I had thrown another boner, just
thinking about how tight those pants were on me.  I would have to find a
way to make it less noticeable before Halloween night.
      The next day at school, everyone was abuzz with the holiday spirit.
Many of the teachers had suspended teaching and allowed the students to
party during class time.  Most of the kids wore costumes but I didn't.
Heather wanted me to, but I put my foot down, telling her it was a
nighttime costume, not appropriate for school.  She chuckled and agreed.  I
suggested that she not wear hers to class either or people would figure out
who she was by the classes she went to and the people she hung out with.
      I saw Caleb in his costume and he was really quite handsome with the
spirit-gum-applied facial hair of the mature "Jack Sparrow."  After school,
I walked over to Collin's school and picked him up.  He was hanging with
several other Power Rangers near the soccer pitch.  I had to admit, I
couldn't tell which one was him until he started walking toward me.  At
least I hoped it was him.
      "Hey squirt," had enough school for today?"
      "Yeah, let's go," he said, bounding up for me to catch him in my
arms.  He wrapped his legs around my waist and snuggled my neck.  "I love
you," he whispered.
      "Bounces like rubber, sticks like glue," I said, letting him know I
love him, too.
      Around 6 PM Heather met us at our house and we all went Trick
or-Treating.  Everyone thought Caleb was just adorable in his Jack Sparrow
outfit and everybody pretended not to recognize Collin in his Power Ranger
outfit, even though he was obviously with his brothers and sister.  I kept
my cape closed as much as possible or held the candy bag in front of my
crotch so none of the neighbors could see my mound.
      Even so, I felt my cock start to harden at least a dozen times during
the hour we were out.  I kept thinking sad thoughts to make it go down but
just as quickly, I would begin thinking about the three parties Heather and
I were going to later and all my friends seeing my package but not knowing
it was me.  `I could be such an exhibitionist if I wanted to,' I thought.
`So out of character for me ... but no one would know.'  Besides, it was
already decided that Heather was going do all the talking!
      Around seven, I had to bribe Collin to return home early.  I promised
him half my candy if we could go home after the first hour.  Surprisingly,
he agreed without an argument or demanding that he get to choose which
pieces were HIS half.
      Mom called from work just as we walked in the door.  She said the
boys had been invited to a party at Jason's.  He was Caleb's friend.  She
said she had called Jason's house and it was okay so she was going to work
late and catch on her backlog.
      I told her I would get them to his Jason's house safely.
      Then she told me Caitlin was going to her girlfriend's house but that
I didn't have to take her.  In that "mom" tone she said Caitlin was `old
enough to look after herself.'
      As the overly protective older brother, I didn't like the idea but it
was just down the street, so I figured it would be okay.  Besides there
were still a lot of trick-or-treaters on the streets, friends and
neighbors, so I knew she would be safe.
      We left Collin's candy at the house but I allowed him to take my
bribe-half with him.  Caleb took just what would fit in his pockets with
him.
      When we got to Jason's front walkway, Caleb said, "You and Heather go
on to the party.  We're going around back where the party is."
      I heard music and laughter in the back yard so I waved good-bye and
we headed to Samantha's, our first of three parties, on foot, since all of
the parties were nearby.  Heather arranged whose party we would go to
first, second and third by their relative importance to whatever was
important to her.  Looking at the route, I decided I liked it because it
made almost a complete circle back to Heathers.  Then I could walk from
Heather's back home alone.  No problem.
      Once we were at Samantha's, I let Heather do all the talking through
her voice altering device.  To my surprise, there were several other
witches there with those devices too.  Catilin was right, it WAS the `in'
thing to do this season.  Many of the guys were using the devices with
their costumes, too.  All the girl talk gave us guys a chance to just sit
together on the sofa and the floor or wherever to watch TV while the girls
babbled on about whatever.
      Every once in a while Heather would bring me another Pepsi.  Then,
she did the unexpected ... at least for her.  She brought me a Pepsi laced
with a little whiskey.  Since she knew I drank a little with mom and dad
when we were at home, I didn't think anymore about it.  Then, she bought me
another one.  The next time she came by, she stood behind the sofa, leaned
down and ran her hands over my crotch bulge seductively.  Then she passed
me a note.  `Back bedroom in two minutes.'
      Although Heather would let me feel her boobs, she would never touch
ME ... down there ... ever!  So, as you can imagine, I was harder than a
brick after having her so obviously grope me ... in front of the other
guys.  It was the longest two minutes of my life.  But the other guys
helped distract me by commenting on what just happened.
      "She sure likes your junk, dude," the guy on my right said.  He was
dressed like a doctor with a surgical cap and mask hiding his hair and
mouth.
      "Shit!  That's just his dirty laundry stuffed in there," the guy on
my left said.  He didn't look like he was dressed for Halloween.  He just
looked like a greasy biker off the street.  To my surprise, his greasy
biker girlfriend showed up, wordlessly slung a beer at him and walked away.
I'm still not sure they were costumes.
      "I don't usually check out guys' junk," the right-hand guy said, "but
out of the corner of my eye, I saw it keep moving.  I couldn't help but
look when the damn thing looked like it was about to attack."
      I had been getting hard-ons and going soft all night just loving all
the stares I was getting from the girls ... and a lot of the guys.  There
was one guy dressed in a white witch outfit.  He was so obviously queer.
He kept flitting around like a butterfly saying, "White witches are good
witches but I'm great ... try me."  He couldn't keep his eyes off my
package to the point he was starting to make me nervous.
      Checking the clock on the wall, I stood up and turning back toward my
seatmates I made an exaggerated effort to reposition my package.  I
deliberately outlined my hard cock, so biker boy could see it and to prove
it wasn't a sock.  Then I walked slowly toward the back bedroom.  I took a
detour through the kitchen so the others wouldn't notice where I was
heading.  Thankfully, there was a bathroom down the same hallway so I
figured maybe any nosy people would think I was going to take a leak.
      I just about shit my tights when White Witch suddenly stepped out of
the bathroom, standing face-to-face with me.  Actually crotch-to-crotch
with me because (s)he was so close.  (S)he groped my crotch and discovered
my hard-on.  With a hard squeeze of my erection and a whispered squeal,
(s)he said, "God you're a lucky one!  If your girlfriend won't blow you, I
will."
      I felt pre-cum leak out of my cock slit.  Just the thought of me
getting a blowjob was unbelievable to me.  I was still a virgin in every
way ... except masturbation.  And I was so horny right then I wouldn't have
cared if it was man, woman of animal as long as I got a blowjob.
      Just as quickly as it started, it ended.  White Witch eased past me
and joined the crowd in the dining room.
      I slipped noiselessly into the darkened back bedroom.  There was a
slit of light beaming in from the streetlight but not enough to brighten
the room.  I just about had a heart attack when Heather groped my crotch
and stepped in front of me at the same time.  All I could see was the
outline of her hag face silhouetted against the stripe of light.
      "You ready to turn me?" she asked in that electronic voice.
      I didn't know what she meant but I guess I didn't have to.
      She lowered the elastic waistband of my already overly-stretched
tights, releasing my stiff manhood.  Just as quickly she lifted the front
hem of her dress and stepped forward.  She wedged my face between her
hooked nose and her hooked chin and began kissing me.  At the same time,
she wedged my cock between her pussy lips.
      I didn't need to be taught.  It was instinctual.  I just shoved long
and deep.
      Her hot breath rushed past my tongue and tonsils as my plunging
eight-inch cock forced the air out of her lungs.  With an electronic
whimper she mewled, "I've waited so long."
      As for me, I thought, `Oh shit!  I'm gonna cum."  I couldn't warn her
because she had a death grip on my tongue.  So I came ... and came ... and
came.
      All the while, she was moaning like she loved it.  I think she did,
too, because she gripped my butt cheeks and jerked me closer to her cunt.
      Even after cumming like I did, I remained hard.  I thought, `Maybe
she won't know I had a premature ejaculation if I just keep fucking her
until she's ready to quit.'
      "More.  Fuck me some more."
      I realized I had stopped moving while I was cumming so I began to
thrust in and out, only to discover my cock was WAY sensitive.  Whenever I
jacked-off, I would cum and quit.  I never thought about continuing to
stroke myself.  This however, was all new to me.  The feeling was half
pain, half pleasure.  I knew I had to keep moving or she would know I had
cum.  I knew I had to stop moving or I would faint.  So I grabbed her ass
cheeks and held on for dear life ... just in case I passed out.
      After that initial cum, things just got better and better.  Most of
my feeling was in my cock but a little was concentrated in my mouth, too.
I noticed Heather was French kissing me a lot differently than in the past.
Usually, she would just let her tongue lay there while I did all the
action.  But my cock pumping her cunt must have put her tongue into action,
too.  Our tongues dueled playfully while my cock thrust purposefully.
      I had a fleeting hope sweep through my thoughts that she had
remembered to take the pill.  A few minutes later, another fleeting thought
was, `I don't even know if she's ON the pill.'
      But like I say, those thoughts were fleeting.  We continued to fuck
and kiss ... wordlessly.  I felt her ass cheeks clench and become hard as
rock.  Then a high-pitched squeal ... made even higher because of the voice
modifier ... filled the room and probably the whole house as Heather had an
orgasm.  I had read enough stories on the Internet to understand what was
happening.  Then I felt my cock was more slippery than before.
      Just thinking about fucking her with not only MY cum but HER cum
inside her, too, made me cum again.  This time, as I was cumming, I really
worried about the pill ... for a second or two.  Then Heather dismounted.
      I started to pull up my tights but she stopped me with the
index-finger-in-the-air motion.  Reaching into her tie-string pouch purse,
she pulled out a camera and aimed it at my cock.  Before I could say no,
there was a flash.  It blinded me just enough so that before my eyes had a
chance to recover, she was gone.  It was only the quiet wood-on-wood
doorframe thump that told me she had left room.
      I reached down and held my now non-virgin cock for the first time.  I
just about came again, knowing I was no longer a virgin.  I let go and
brought my hand to my nose to smell her essence.  It smelled like sea salt
with a slight hint of feminine body odor ... the good kind, not the bad
kind.  Kinda like the musky way a guy smells after a good workout but
without that nasty body odor smell.  My mind toyed with the idea of a quick
jack-off while recalling the fuck but my sane mind reminded me there was a
party going on outside the room.  So I just licked the moisture off my palm
and walked out of the room.  It tasted a little like licking a copper
penny.
      I swaggered back to the couch.  I know I swaggered but I couldn't
help myself ... because I was no longer a virgin.  As I sat down, my
right-hand seatmate whispered, "Oh my God, you just got laid!"
      Left-hand guy said, "Not likely."
      "He's still leaking cum!" right-hand guy said.  "My God, you aren't
wearing any underwear, are you?"
      "Nope.  All I own are white and they made the bulge even MORE
obvious.  I had planned to buy some black ones but never got the chance."
      "Radical!" right-hand guy said enviously.
      Out of the corner of my eye I could see left-hand boy checking out
the wet spot that was becoming more noticeable as the post-cum seepage
continued to ooze out my cock slit.
      "That's obscene," he said with a hint of jealousy in his tone.
      However, all the attention right-hand guy was directing toward my
crotch made me wonder if he was gay.  No one was bringing him drinks.  But
he was all muscle and manly ... and I think a little older than the rest of
us.  So I thought, `It's cool that a guy can comment about another guy's
junk and not be embarrassed.  It means he's way more mature than most of my
classmates who still refer to their cock as their "willie" and then
giggle.'
      Heather came up and stood in front of me, successfully blocking the
TV screen from my view.  "Where have YOU been?"
      I played along and said, "I had to go to the bathroom."
      "It's time to go to Brittany's.
      Of all Heather's friends, I liked Brittany the least.  She was the
class slut.  Well, not really.  I don't know any guys who have ever been to
bed with her, but she sure makes it well known that she's available.
      "K," I said as I stood, making a kind of grunting noise as my cock
squirted out what I hoped would be the last of the after-cum cum.
      Brittany lived two blocks away and my wet spot had a chance to dry a
little in the cool night air.  The cool air also successfully helped shrink
my post-coital swollen dick back to normal.  On the way I thought more
about Heather and the fuck.  I thought, `If dressing up makes Heather this
horny, I'm ready to buy the damn costumes rather than rent them.  Then we
can dress up every night.'
      At Brittany's party there were less witches but a lot of devils, both
male and female.  But these were the sexy kind of devils, not the scary
kind.  The men tried hard but unsuccessfully to show a big basket and the
girls tried to show a lot of cleavage, also unsuccessfully for most of
them.  Even so, there were a lot of other sexy costumes, too.  There were
the sexy nurse, sexy secretary; sexy maid ... the whole gamut.  I figured
this is why Heather wanted me to show a big bulge ... with a wet spot
... to impress her slutty friend Brittany.
      There was no TV so I stood around in the kitchen with the other guys.
These were the guys who were the "guests" of someone who was invited to the
party but who didn't know anyone else there.  Or maybe, like me, they were
being `dragged' to the party by their girlfriend when they would rather be
doing something else.  Again, a fleeting thought of `fucking would be a
nice something else,' flitted through my mind.  I smiled because a day
earlier my `something else' thought would have involved some trivial
computer game.
      We were there about fifteen minutes and the crowd began to grow.
Some of the classmates from the first party began to arrive and some
costumes from other parties showed up, too.  Along with them came six more
witches dressed like Heather.  I leaned my ass against the edge of the sink
counter and relaxed.  I let my cape drape open casually, like I wasn't
aware that my bulge was on display.  Since it was all guys, there wasn't
much chatter ... just a couple of grunts and shoulder-to-shoulder `bumps'
as guys recognized each other.
      Then White Witch drifted through the kitchen on his/her way to god
only knows where.  Without stopping (s)he said, to no one in particular,
"The offer still stands."
      For all I know, (s)he could have been saying it to every guy in the
room.
      Then Heather brought me a drink, whiskey and Coke.  Behind her were a
couple sexy She Devils with drinks for their He Devil boyfriends and a
princess for her prince.  Just as quickly, the females left and we guys
drank in quiet solitude.
      A few minutes later Heather slipped me another note as she handed me
another drink.  `Upstairs bathroom, 2 minutes.'
      I downed the drink and headed for the living room where I waited
impatiently.  I wanted people to see me in the `just standing around'
attitude before ambling upstairs.  Thankfully, both bathrooms were upstairs
so there was sporadic traffic on the stairs.  I casually climbed the stairs
as I ogled Wonder Woman's descent.  It was a `wonder' she could stand
erect.  Her boobs were bigger than Dolly Parton's.  I'm pretty sure she was
a college student.  `Maybe Brittany's older sister,' I thought.  The sight
would have been enough to give me a boner if I weren't already boned up
from Heather's second furtive note of the evening.
      As I got to the top of the stairs, I looked first in one direction
and then the other.  "Fuck, which bathroom?" I asked myself out loud.
About that time Batman ... overweight and out of shape ... squeezed out of
the bathroom on my right.
      Waving his open palm in front of his nose, he said, "I'd use the
other one if I were you."
      I did.  I knocked lightly and eased the door open.  The overhead
light was off but there was a plug-in nightlight next to the sink.  It gave
off just enough light that I could see Heather, standing in front of the
mirror, admiring her image.  I reached for the light switch but she waved
her hand `no' and said, "Keep the lights down low.  It's more romantic."
      Well, it didn't `sound' romantic in her electronic voice but I had to
agree.  Maybe a little too eager, I reached down and flipped my cock and
balls out of my tights.
      "Lock the door," she said eyes bug-eyed wide probably because of my
uncharacteristically bold behavior.
      I locked the door.
      "Stand over here," she said, pointing to the half wall that hid the
toilet from the dual sink area.
      As I walked over and turned to face her I saw she was on her knees.
      My knees just about collapsed when I felt her mouth engulf my cock
and begin to slide down toward my pubes.
      "Oh my God, Heather, that's fucking awesome.  Where did you learn to
suck cock like that?"  Then, realizing what I had said in the throes of
ecstasy, I said, "I mean, either you're a natural or you've had some
practice.  Either way is fine with me.  We all have to learn SOMEtime.  But
if this is your first time ... I guarantee you, it won't be your last
... if I have anything to say about it.  You're a terrific cocksucker.  Oh
fuck, that didn't sound nice but I meant it as a compliment."
      "Mmmm huuuh," she hummed, like she understood I wasn't trying to
insult her.
      Each time she went down on me, she was able to take a little more and
a little more but she wasn't able to go all the way down without gagging.
One such time, the sounds she made caused me to think she was actually
going to puke all over my boots.
      "Easy, babe, don't hurt yourself.  If you like this kinda thing I'll
let you practice as often as you want until you're able to take the whole 8
inches.  But for tonight, sucking what fits in your mouth is just fine with
me.  In fact, I'm already looking forward to future practice times.  I'll
skip band practice to give you time to practice."  I decided not to mention
the obvious reference to practicing the flesh flute.
      A moan of appreciation echoed through the voice modifier.
      "But you keep bobbing for apples like that and you're gonna get a
throat full of my nut candy."
      She kept bobbing but with renewed vigor.  It didn't take more than a
dozen more bobs and I was blowing my nut in her obviously willing mouth.  I
thought, `She's gulping my seed like it's the food of life. Actually, it IS
the food of life.  Sperm feeds the egg what it needs to create a new life.'
      I looked into the wall mirror above the sinks and saw the reflection
of Heather, on her knees with her hand up her skirt, apparently stimulating
her clit as she sucked my cock.  Yeah, I'd read about clits on the
Internet.  At about that time I saw her shudder and go slightly limp before
grabbing my cock with her other hand.
      She held up her black nail-polished index finger to warn me to stand
still.  She again reached in her pull-string pouch purse to pull out her
camera.  This time, as she released it, I flexed my cock so it stood
straight up ... proud and strong.
      With a nod of her head toward the door, she said, "You go first."
      I figured, since she left first the last time, it was only fitting
that I leave first this time.  As she stood up, I craned my neck so I could
fit it between her hooked nose and hooked chin so I could kiss her.  She
mewled in appreciation but wouldn't open her mouth for a French kiss.  I
figured she wanted to spit my cum out but didn't want to insult me by
having me watch.
      I unlocked the door and slipped silently into the hall.  Thankfully,
no one was waiting to use the bathroom but down the hall I heard some guy
yell, "Jesus, what the fuck died in here?"
      Back downstairs with my ass once again resting against the counter I
relaxed and reviewed the evening so far.  At 5 PM I was a baby sitter for
10, 12 &14 year old kids.  By nine PM I was no longer a virgin and I had
experienced my first blowjob.  "Damn I love Halloween," I thought.
      "Jesus, did you get laid again?" my seatmate from the other party
said, walking into the kitchen.
      My smile was my answer.
      "You are one lucky bastard," he said, admiringly.
      I noticed two of the guys sitting around the table casually look in
my direction.  As their eyes bulged at the sight of my post-coital cum
soaked mound, I knew they were envious.  Just as casually, they returned
their gaze back to the center of the room.  One of the guys shook his head
in disbelief while the other giggled nervously like he'd been caught
jacking-off in church.
      White Witch made another appearance but, looking at my crotch, looked
sadly at me and quietly murmured, "Maybe next time."
      Heather brought me another drink but this time there wasn't any
whiskey.  I figured she wanted me sober for the next party.  It was going
to involve a lot of adult games ... by which, I mean Charades, Pictionary
and such.  "I think we'll leave for Tiffany's in about ten minutes.  And
stay here, I don't want to have to go looking for you, again."
      I nodded my agreement and understanding of my orders.
      "If you think you're gonna need any help, I'll gladly render my
assistance," my new `doctor' friend offered.
      "Thanks, but I think I can manage," I said quietly ... and a little
bit boastfully.
      By the time we got to Tiffany's the party was in full swing.
Everyone had chosen partners in one game or another and they were battling
things out.  The `late comers' like Heather and me were relegated to
standing by to cheer them on.  Having just lately cum, I felt my post-cum
cum chilling against my belly making it both uncomfortable and sensual at
the same time.
      Most of the people here were older with more sedate costumes so I
kept my cape closed ... mostly closed, most of the time.  Yeah, I have a
big cock but I'm a little short when it comes to self-confidence.  So in
`real' life, I don't make a big splash.  I thought, `Tonight, with this
costume, and at my girlfriend's insistence, I am able to live a little more
dangerously ... if only for a few more hours.  I can be the superhero
Dracula with the big cock and then tomorrow go back to being the
mind-mannered friend of the superhero.  Clark Kent/Superman had Jimmy
Olsen, Bruce Wayne/Batman had Robin.  Who did Dracula have?  Oh, yeah, he
had his girlfriend twice in one night ...once in the pussy and once in the
mouth.  Who cares about sidekicks?'
      A nudge of my arm brought me back to the party.  Again a whiskey and
Coke but with a little more whiskey along with a firm rub of my bulge and a
quick grip of my cock.
      `Jesus, am I gonna get lucky here, too?' I thought.  `Maybe this is
some bet Heather made with her friends ... to have sex at all of her
girlfriends' parties.  But if dressing up in costumes makes it happen,
hell, I'm ready to dress up for Thanksgiving.  I'll go as the half-naked
savage and she can go as the virgin ... almost virgin ... Pilgrim.  What
was her name ... Hester Prynne in that Hawthorne novel, "The Scarlet
Letter".
      "No note?" my doctor friend asked.
      I shook my head `no.'
      I had not seen or heard him arrive from the other party.  `If the
White Witch shows up,' I thought, `I'll know I'm being stalked.'  Then with
a smile, I thought `I'M not being stalked, my COCK is being stalked.'  Then
I laughed out loud at the unintended pun of "stalk" as in stalker and
"stalk" as an upright cock.
      Realizing I was tired of standing, "I nudged Heather and cocked my
head toward the dining room table.  It was out of view but she knew where I
was heading.  I nodded to my "friend" to join me.  Once there we sat
quietly, enjoying the quiet oasis amid the hustle and bustle of Halloween.
      The only thing my friend said was, "Lucky bastard."
      I had to agree.  A little while later, when Heather brought me my
drink, there was another note.  `Laundry room.'
      There was no time indicated, so I got up, dropping the note in my
friend's lap, and headed toward the laundry room.
      "Lucky fuckin' assed bastard," he said, jovially.
      When I walked in the laundry room I looked around.  Then I saw a
black gloved hand behind the furnace crooking its finger at me.  I lowered
the front of my tights and aimed my hard-on toward the narrow space between
the furnace and the wall.  When I got there, Heather had her back to me and
her skirt hiked up in the back above her waist.  Reaching over her
shoulder, she handed me a condom packet.
      "What's this for?  I've already cum in you ... uh ... once tonight."
I almost gave away my little premature ejaculation secret by saying
`twice.'
      "Backdoor backgammon," she said.
      "If you wanna play board games," I said, "I'm more than willing to
slip you some wood," I said.
      She chuckled at my play on words as she silently wiggled her ass at
me.
      I quickly rolled the condom down my cock, thankful that it was
lubricated and proud that it rolled all the way to the end before it
reached my pubes.  If I had known she bought the `standard' size I wouldn't
have been so proud.  But in my mind I was thinking I was rolling a `magnum'
size down my 8-inch boner.
      As I aimed my cock at her hole, I noticed she was wearing platform
shoes like the ones they wore in the 1970's to make them look six inches
taller.  I didn't remember them being a part of the outfit when we were at
the costume shop for our `fittings.  However, they worked perfectly because
it raised her ass just high enough that I didn't have to squat to penetrate
her butthole.
      I slid in until my cock knob snapped past her ass ring.
      "Unnnhgh!" she moaned sharply but didn't say `stop.'
      I stopped anyway.  Some of the stories I had read on the Internet
were from the bi-sexual area so I knew I had to go slowly. So ... what?
Does that make me `Bi-curious?'  Okay, I'm bi-curious.  Hell, I'm sixteen.
I'm curious about everything ... except what they're teaching in school.
      To my amazement, it was only a moment or two and I felt her sliding
back toward me.  She was going slowly but she was fucking herself onto my
rod at her own pace.  It was so much tighter than her pussy I could
understand why she was taking forever to impale herself, Personally, I
wanted to just thrust my hips forward and go balls-deep all in one stroke
but I weighed my chances.  If I ever wanted the opportunity to fuck her ass
again, I had to let her do it her way ... this time anyway.
      I also thought, `I'm not gonna insult her again this time like I did
during the blowjob.  However she learned to take a cock up her butt is of
no concern of mine.  My only concern right now is that it's my cock and
it's right now!'
      Her asshole was clenching and relaxing like it was trying to suck the
cum from deep within my balls.  I had to admit, after two ... no, make that
three cums in two and a half hours ... my cum was gonna have to be
delivered from so deep in my body even a scientist would have a difficult
time finding its source.  But that was okay because the sensations her
pulsating ass ring were delivering to my cock made it all worthwhile.
      "Fuck," she said softly.
      I fucked.  Slowly at first.
      "Faster," she whispered breathily.
      I fucked faster.
      I heard the voice altered breath being forced out of her each time I
fucked forward with my cock aimed directly at the bottom of her lungs.  I
wanted to reach around and fondle her breasts but there wasn't enough room
between the furnace and the wall.  It was a good thing the weather was warm
and the furnace wasn't operating or we would have been baked like cookies
by now.  Each time I drew back, she whimpered like she was afraid I would
pull out and leave her high and dry without an orgasm.
      But that wasn't going to happen.  After three cums, already, I knew
it would take a little longer for me to cum this time.  However, I already
had that `good' feeling in my cock, like it wouldn't take much for me to
cum but I was not prepared for what came next.  As she had her orgasm, her
ass ring squeeze my cock tighter than ever before.  It squeezed and
released about six time ... just enough times for my cock to begin
unloading another load.  I shot six or seven squirts up her ass tunnel and
fell forward onto her bent-over back.
      "Unngh," was all she had to say before I realized she could not
support my weight in this position.
      I raised up, apologizing as I did.  "I'm sorry, babe.  I'm gonna pull
out now.  I'm gonna go slow so just hang in there."
      I felt her ass muscles squeeze my cock like she didn't want me to
pull out.  But by then, I was so sensitive, just pulling out was painful
... that pleasurable kind of painful.  She was squeezing so hard there was
an audible `pop' when my cock head freed itself from her chute.
      "Oh god," she sighed in a tone that told me she had really enjoyed
it.
      I thought, `There isn't gonna be any post-cum cum this time.  She
squeezed it all out of me.'
      "Wait," she said urgently.
      I back up but left the cum-filled condom on so she could get a
picture of it.
      As she turned, slightly in the tight confines of the furnace room,
she snapped a quick picture.
      "Wait," I said as I slid the rubber just slightly off my cock so the
tip end filled with my spent cum and dangled there.  Even I was impressed
with the amount of cum filling the rubber.  She snapped another quick photo
and said, "Time to go.  I'll see you later."
      "Don't I get a kiss?" I asked.
      "Kiss my ass," she said, with a giggle.
      "Bare it," I said.
      And she did.
      So I did.  At first I just kissed her ass cheek, but then I bent her
forward slightly and kissed the swollen pucker of her ass hole.  I don't
know what made me do that.  Maybe it was all those stories I read on the
Internet ... but I did it.  And I liked it.  `I like kissing my
girlfriend's asshole!' I thought.
      As I walked out of the laundry room I wondered if I would like
kissing her pussy and eating her cunt as much as I just enjoyed kissing her
ass.  In response, I began to bone up again.
      "You lucky bastard," my friend said as I sat down, truly exhausted.
      I smiled at him.
      "You better wipe that shit-eatin' grin off your face or everyone's
gonna know what you've been up to."
      Momentarily, I know my expression was one of shock.  For him to use
the phrase `shit-eatin' grin' so soon after I had just had my mouth on my
girlfriend's asshole, made me think there was something on my face.
      "Don't look so guilty," he warned as his eyes darted toward the hall.
      I looked down the hallway and saw White Witch heading directly at me.
      I cringed.  `What if (s)he propositioned me in front of my new-found
friend?'
      As (s)he got closer, (s)he began to lift the front hem of her skirt.
When it got to mid thigh (s)he straddled my friends' lap, facing him
...eye-to-eye and again crotch-to-crotch ... and possibly, cock-to-cock.
      "Daddy, this is boring," (s)he mewled. "Can I go over to Brendan's?"
      "Is his mom or dad there?"
      "Yes."
      "Ok.  But behave!"
      In a whiny voice like (s)he knew the answer was going to be `no'
(s)he asked, "Can I go dressed like this?"
      "It's Halloween, so yes, little boys can go dressed like little girls
on Halloween."
      "You rock Dad!"  Then he leaned in and gave his dad a full-on mouth
kiss.
      With that, he waltzed away cheerily.
      "Your son?" I asked in disbelief, taking a better look at the guy
... because of the cap and mask, I could only gauge his age by his eyes.
Even if this kid was his youngest kid, the dad didn't look old enough to
have a kid that age.
      "Yeah," he said bashfully.  "I started younger than you."
      "Huh?"
      "Well, let's just say sex education was my best subject ... and I got
to fuck the teacher."
      "You got a teacher pregnant?" I asked, awestruck.
      "Yep"
      "And you didn't get caught?"
      "Yes and No.  My folks knew but they were cool with it.  But, no, we
weren't like the Letourneau case.  We kept the kid's father a secret from
everyone until after I graduated."
      "Wow!"
      "Actually, both kids."
      "Both?"
      "We had Denver ... Denny ... when I was 15."
      "So you were like 14 when you got her pregnant?"
      "Yeah a year older than the Letourneau kid and we had Paris when I
was 17.  Then the day after I turned 18 Miss Brenda and I got married."
      "Miss Brenda?" I asked with an ear-to-ear grin.  You call your wife
Miss Brenda?"
      "Yeah, that's how she was introduced to me when I was 12 and I had to
call her that at school for four years, so I just called her that at home,
too."
      "That's so fuckin' hot!" I gushed in admiration.  "You fuck the
teacher, you get her pregnant ... twice ..., you marry her and you still
call her Miss Brenda!"
      "Actually," he said, adjusting his crotch, "I still get a hard-on
when I say, "Miss Brenda."
      "Radical," I said, feeling my own cock rising at the sound of it.
      "So ... is Denny ... uh ..." I stammered.
      "Gay?  A cross-dresser?  A prick tease?  All of the above."
      "Ummm," I continued to stammer as I blushed.
      "It's okay, I understand.  A lot of people have questions.  Usually
they're the same questions so Miss Brenda and I are open and honest about
it."
      My cock gave another jump at the mention of his wife's name.  "I
didn't mean to ..."
      "I know.  But I thought I'd offer.  I mean, you've been honest with
me tonight."  Having said that, he stared directly at my crotch.  "And
you've certainly been up front about everything."
      I chuckled at his innuendo.
      "Uh," I said hesitantly, "I don't want to make trouble for the little
guy but I like you ... and him, for that matter ... but I gotta tell you,
he propositioned me tonight."
      "Yeah, he told me."
      "He what!"
      "He said he got a handful of hard.  Usually he asks me first if it's
okay.  But tonight he said it just kinda happened and then he told me about
it."
      "Oh fuck!" I said lowering my head, thinking he would be mad.
      "Can't say as I blame him.  You're handsome ... from what I can tell.
You've got a nice personality, easy to get to know.  But the way, the
name's Ryan."  He extended his hand.
      As I shook it, I said, "Connor."
      "Nice to meet'cha."
      "Again and again, it seems," I said recalling that he was at all
three parties.
      "Yeah, Miss Brenda is one of Brittany's teachers and she's good
friends with Samantha's mom," he said, mentally re-tracing his steps back
to the first party.
      "And here?" I asked just to make sure I wasn't being stalked ... if
not by him ... by his son.
      Tiffany is Miss Brenda's youngest sister.
      "Wow!" I said trying to mentally calculate the age difference between
a high school student and her teacher/sister.
      "Twenty-five years age difference," Ryan said like he was a mind
reader.
      I must have looked startled.
      "Everyone tries to do the math," he explained.
      I blushed.
      "Oh, by the way, just so we don't have a problem in the future," Ryan
said, "if Denny comes on to you ..."
      "Yeah?" I asked suspiciously.
      "Miss Brenda and I wouldn't object if you ... like ... wanna show him
the ropes."
      "I'm not ...!"
      "You don't have to be.  Denny can be pretty persuasive.  He'll
understand if you don't want to but I just want you to know we'd be okay
with it you did.  We like you."
      I couldn't say "Miss Brenda" because I was already boning up listen
to him refer to her that way, so I said, "You wife's never met me."
      He smiled.
      "What?" I asked unaware that I was being humorous.
      "Obviously you eyes never left Miss Brenda's breasts when you ogled
her coming down the stairs."
      "Wonder Woman is Miss Brenda?"
      "Yep.  And Miss Brenda is Mrs. Anderson, your history teacher."
      "Oh fuck," I said, burrowing my head in my crossed arm as I lowered
my head to the table in shame.
      "Since we're telling secrets," Ryan said.
      "Yeah?" I said into my lap without lifting my head.
      "That last fuck wasn't your girlfriend."
      I rolled my head side-to-side to indicate he was wrong.
      "She brought you a drink ... one without whiskey in it ... while you
were in the laundry room."
      My head snapped up so far and so fast I heard my neck crack.
      "Just in case she wanted to go looking for you, I tried to discourage
her by telling her you were taking a dump."  Then with a wry smile he said,
"Come to think of it, you WERE taking a dump.  You were just dumping from
the front-end loader not the back hole."
      I continued to shake my head `no' ... only this time in disbelief.
      "There you are.  Feeling better?" Heather asked, leaning down so I
could see her blow me an air kiss past that crescent shaped nose and chin.
      "You ready to go?" I asked, hoping I could get her away from Ryan
before he decided to be open and honest in front of Heather ... at least
until I had a chance to figure all this out.
      "Yeah.  I've discovered adult games are designed to show couples how
dumb they are about each other.  I mean, you think two people know
everything about each other.  Then, when they play a game together, it's
like they're total strangers.  He didn't know her favorite color.  She
didn't know the first thing about his favorite sports.  Neither one knew
about the other's feelings."
      I shrugged my shoulders at Ryan as we left.
      On the short walk to Heather's house I tried NOT to think about what
Ryan said but it kept creeping into my mind like a spider weaving its web.
      "So, did you have fun?" I asked hoping to occupy my mind elsewhere.
      "Yeah it was great!" Heather said.
      I was hoping she'd compliment me on my sexual prowess ... three
times, four if you count the PE ... in one night.
      Instead she gushed, "All the girls thought MY outfit was the best
looking of all the other ones like it.  They said my makeup was way better
than the others', too.  There was one witch there that looked like she only
took two minutes to apply it.  Really dreadful.  Did you notice my nails?"
she asked holding up her hands, fingers splayed.  "I decided at the last
minute to wear red rather than black nail polish, like all the other girls.
I think it made me stand out without being recognizable."
      "Yeah," I said, preoccupied again with what Ryan had said."
      "Connor!" Heather shouted.
      I looked at her dumbly.
      "Aren't you going to walk me to the door?"
      Being mentally preoccupied I didn't realize we had arrived at her
house.  I also hoped she wasn't going to quiz me about whatever she had
been talking about while we walked.
      When we got to the door, I said, "With that nose and chin thing
you've got going for you, I think I'll forego the good-night kiss."
      "I understand," she said.  "Oh, and thanks for being such a great
boyfriend tonight ... you know, allowing me to be myself and do my own
thing.  I hope you enjoyed yourself, too."
      "Yeah," I said, "I hope we can, you know ... uh ... do it again
sometime ... soon."
      She looked at me quizzically and said, in a hesitant tone, "Uh, yeah,
like in another year."
      I was hoping she was referring to the Halloween thing and not the sex
thing.
      On an impulse, I reached down to lift the hem of her skirt.
      She backed up like I was toxic, screaming, "What are you doing?"
      "What shoes are you ...?" I began just as the front door opened.
      "Oh," her father said. "I thought it was some late-hour
trick-or-treaters.  The older kids deliberately come late hoping we've run
out of candy and we're handing out money instead."
      Pulling my cape closed first, I said, "No problem," I've gotta go,
anyway."
      "You can come in for a minute, can't you?"
      "Not with my cum-stained crotch so obviously on display," I wanted to
say but said, instead, "No, the folks want me to pick up my brothers."
      "Okay," her dad said.  "Sweet dreams and don't let the vampires
bite."
      I smiled weakly at his unfunny reference to bed bugs and my costume.
      "Good night," Heather cooed as I left, my cape wrapped tightly around
me.
      When I got to Jason's house, my brothers were nowhere to be found.
In fact, there was no one in the backyard.  It was so clean, it looked like
they'd never had a party.  However, the neighbor's party, whose yard butted
up to the back of Jason's yard, was in full swing with a lot of drunken
teenagers making out.
      I just about shit my pants when Jason's dad said, "Too young to be
that drunk."  He was lying on the chaise lounge in the dark, wearing black
pants and a black T-shirt.
      "Yeah," I said, "disgusting."
      "Dish gush jing," he slurred and I realized he was drunk, too.
      "Your party broke up early," I commented.
      "Yeah, about twenty years too early," He said in a peeved tone.
      I knew Jason's oldest brother was 19, so I assumed his father was
saying he regretted having to raise a family at such a young age.  I was
hoping he would tell me where my brothers were but considering his level of
inebriation, I figured he didn't know.
      "Good night," I said, respectfully.
      "Ungh."
      On my fast-paced walk home, my cape blowing in the breeze because I
was worried about where Caleb and Collin were, I couldn't help but think
how different Jason's and Denny's dads were.  One was in his twenties when
he began having children and he regretted it.  The other one was in his
early teens and loved his kids dearly.  One was grumpy and negatively
opinionated while the other was fun-loving and free thinking.  I wondered
if there was some reason people twenty years apart in age were so different
under the exact same circumstances.
      I decided I wanted to have kids when I was young so I could "grow up
with them" like Ryan was doing.
      As I walked in the front door, Red Power Ranger raced toward me.  I
braced myself for the impact.  As he jumped and wrapped his legs around my
waist, I grabbed his ass and hoisted him up above my crotch mound.
      He wrapped his arms around my neck and nuzzled me.  "I love you."
      "Rubber and glue," I said.
      "Did you have fun tonight?"
      "Yeah, I did." I said.
      "Me, too.  I hoped you'd like it," Collin said.
      "Like it?  Like what?"
      "Ummm, showin' off your junk," he said as he bounced up and down on
the lump supporting his butt.
      I walked him over to the sofa, set his butt on the back of the sofa
and he released himself, arms and legs akimbo.  He fell backward and kept
rolling, feet first, until he was standing on the floor, arms stretched out
in front of him in a proper Power Ranger stance.
      "How come you didn't stay at Jason's?" I asked.
      Caleb said, "The party broke up early because of the party going on
behind them."
      "He called me," Caitlin said, "since you apparently had no place to
tuck a phone in that outfit.  They were halfway home by the time I caught
up with them."
      "Boys!" I yelled, "That was way too dangerous a thing for you to do.
Don't EVER do that again."
      "Yeah, yeah" Caleb said "and don't tell mom.  We already got that
lecture.  We promise ... we won't."
      "Good," I said, looking over at Caitlin, who apparently had already
read them the riot act.  I was a little relieved that I didn't have to be
the bad guy in this situation and be the one who threaten to ground them.
      "Did you really have fun?" Caitlin asked.
      "Yeah, I really did.  I didn't think I would but I did."
      "What was the most fun?" she asked.
      Ignoring the obviously embarrassing answer of "the sex" I said, "I
met some really nice people tonight."
      "Oh?" Caitlin said more as a nosy question than anything else.
      "Yeah, I met this one guy ..."
      "Oh, a guy," she said, disappointment in her tone.
      I think she was hoping I'd find another girlfriend and dump Heather.
      "Yeah, he's really cool.  He's got a son about Caleb's age."
      "Oh, and old guy," Caleb said.
      "No, he's young.  He had his first kid ... well anyway, I had fun."
      We all agreed we were tired so we didn't wait for mom to get home.
We left her a note and went to bed.  Since dad would read it in the morning
when he got back from his out-of-town trip we added a "we love you" note to
him, too.
      I had trouble getting to sleep that night.  Just as I was about to
fall asleep, I remembered Heather's red nail polish.  Then I remembered the
hand that waved to be behind the furnace had a black glove on it.  `She
probably wore the gloves during part of the night before she decided to
show off her nails to her girlfriends,' I thought.  And I almost fell
asleep.
      But my mind kept playing connect-the-dots.  And the dots were making
the spider web bigger and bigger ... stronger and stronger.  That's when I
remembered the hand that passed me the `upstairs bathroom' note had black
nail polish.  `She said she changed colors at the last minute.  I just
assumed she meant when she first got dressed.  Obviously she must have
meant `at the last minute' after Brittany's party and while we were at
Tiffany's party.'  And I almost fell asleep.
      But not before I began recalling the cameras.  At Samantha's party it
was bright red.  I remember because it was like a blinding stop light and
then it was gone ... with a soft wood-on-wood thump as the door closed.
The blowjob camera was definitely metallic pink.  `Where have I seen a
metallic pink camera before?'
      I almost fell asleep pondering that question because of the
mind-numbing systematic way I was recalling every vacation, holiday,
birthday and anniversary party in the past five years, assessing who owned
what camera.
      I almost fell asleep except Caleb said, "Connor, I love you.  I know
Collin says it to you all the time.  And I don't.  But I love you just as
much as he does."
      "I know," I said reassuringly, with a warm feeling coursing through
my body.  "When guys get older they don't say it as much.  But it doesn't
mean we love the person less. It just means we're ... uh ... growing up, I
guess."
      "Yeah, that." Caleb agreed.
      In a serious tone, I asked, "You know I love YOU, don'tcha?"
      "Yeah," he said in a dreamy tone of voice, like he was recalling the
best time the two of us had ever had together.
      `Kids are weird,' I thought.  "Why aren't you asleep?"
      "Thinking about tonight."
      "You have fun?"
      "The most ever.  I'll remember this Halloween forever."
      "Why's that?"
      "Just because."
      "Oh," I said.  Bothers don't pressure brothers for answers like
girlfriends do.
      I heard Collin roll over in his sleep, mumbling something.
Eventually, Caleb and I followed Collin into dreamland.
      Amazingly, I awoke refreshed and full of energy ... oh, and another
had-on.  I checked out the two sleeping boys.  I could roll my head to look
over and see Caleb sleeping.  Then, on the other side of a wall-like
screen, I heard Collin tossing fitfully like he was having a dream or
something.  `More likely he ate too much candy.' I thought.  `If I hurry, I
can jack off a quick one in bed ... again.'
      Actually, it was my jacking off in bed that got me the wall-like
screen to shield me from my brothers.  Back when it was just my sister,
Caitlin, and me, we all slept downstairs, each in our own rooms.  It was a
three bedroom ranch.  Then, Caleb came along.  He slept in mom and dad's
room until Collin was born two years latr.  He continued to sleep with mom
and dad until he was 3.  Then Caleb was moved in with me. He was 3 and I
was 7 so that was cool because we could play together after `light out.'
      By the time Collin was 3 there was not enough room in my room for
three In fact there wasn't enough room for us three growing boys to switch
rooms by moving into the master bedroom.  So dad added a dormer room to the
attic and the three of us moved in there.  That was cool, too.  The room
was dormitory style with three beds along one long wall and built-in
drawers and closets in the other wall. That gave us plenty of center floor
space to race our remote-control cars and stuff.
      That was okay when Collin was 3, Caleb was 5 and I was 9.  But when I
turned 12, it wasn't so cool.  I mean, at age 12 even though I was a nerd
or a geek or whatever, I was still a guy.  My guy stuff started changing
and I was more than aware of it.  I'd wake up several times a night with a
boner that insisted I take care of it if I wanted to get back to sleep.  At
first, it was okay because I didn't care about anything but my boner.  But,
as jacking off became more familiar to me, kind of same-ol', same ol', I
started recognizing my surroundings.  I began to worry Caleb or Collin
would wake up and catch me.
      So at the tender age of 12, I asked dad if I could have a privacy
screen.  He was a guy and I knew he would understand.  However, he was
preoccupied with work and I never got my screen.  I decided I had to man up
and take matter into my own hands ... and I'm not just talking about my
cock.

      To be continued.  Send comments, if you want, to jockhunger@yahoo.com