Date: Thu, 20 Oct 2005 17:51:49 -0500
From: Justin Davis <justin0398@gmail.com>
Subject: Another Very Special Halloween by Justin Davis (M/t/b,mast,oral,anal)

The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between an older
male and younger males.  If material of this nature offends you then
you should not read this story.  Additionally, if you are under 18
years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by
law.

This story is totally a work of fiction and in no way are the actions
of the characters in the story intended to show approval of, or give
sanction to, their actions.

The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or
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Author's note: Special thinks to Debonair for his inspiration and help with
this story. Although not absolutely necessary, it is suggested you read his
story "A Very Special Halloween," which can be found at this story site by
using the author's index. It would help to read the original story before
you read this one.  Happy Halloween Everyone!


Another Very Special Halloween
By
Justin Davis
With
Debonair


Arlo wrapped his arms around his older friend's neck and hugged him
very hard.  The man's overnight beard tickled his neck and Arlo
chuckled.  After all, odd things happen only on Halloween and
everything was going to be okay, his older friend Jim had just
reassured him that that was so.

Suddenly, Arlo disengaged from the loving embrace, aware of a white, greasy,
substance he had picked up on the nape of Jim's neck. And, as he looked
at the smears of white make-up on his stubby fingers, he realized he
had been wrong.  A wicked smile broke out upon Arlo's lips. The fun of
Halloween would indeed happen all year long. This he was sure of, as
long as Jim was his best friend in the whole wide world.

Yet, that thought was short lived.  The next day, Arlo remembered
nothing of what had happened the night before or afterward with Jim.
All he remembered was that he had awakened upon the porch at home.
That was five years ago, and that was then and this is now.

Now, as they usually did this time of year, the cool autumn winds blew
outside the comfy house on Maple Street where Arlo lived, scattering
the leaves as they blew. Arlo groaned as he arose from his sleep a
third time.  Already, his mom had tried to awaken him twice, and it
was Sunday, the other day, besides Saturday, when growing boys got to
sleep in on the weekend.

"Arlo!  You've simply got to get up, honey! You're going to make us
late for church!" Arlo's mom announced, as she came back into his
bedroom through the open door.

"Aw, Mom!  I can't.  My tummy hurts!  I'm think I really sick!" Arlo
lied, doing his best to groan and fake an illness.

"Well!  It's the ice cream!  I told your father when you had that
third bowl last night that it would make you sick.  See!  I was right!
 Now, you stay in bed until we get back.  If you're not better when we
get back from church I'll call the doctor."

"Unnnngggh!  Okay, mom!  I think if I can lie here in bed I'll be
alright," Arlo replied.

"Well!  You just stay here!  You don't go anywhere!  You understand?
I'm not going to have you come up missing like those other boys!"
Arlo's mother said as she left his bedroom.

Arlo moaned as he threw the blanket off of his body and got up to go
to the bathroom.  It was happening again, like it had for the last
four years.  This would be the fifth. Already, boys were coming up
missing.  It would all be the same.  Briefly, Arlo shuddered as he
headed for the bathroom to take his morning pee. Quickly, he pulled
down his plaid boxers, no Under Roos for him now, for he was older
now, not like little tyke he had been five years ago.  He pointed his
hard four-inch peter at the toilet bowl and let go.

"Mmmmmmmm!" he exclaimed, as the strong stream of piss boiled the bowl
with its force.

Arlo marveled at how his piss stream churned the waters of the toilet
bowl, and smiled a little as he looked down at the few hairs on his
otherwise smooth groin.  Already, at eleven he was becoming a big boy
now.  After all, his sperm pellets proved it!  For some reason, Arlo
thought he saw something out of the corner of his eye and he glanced
to his right toward the bathroom window, then squealed.

It was him!  It was the cloaked stranger with the painted face!  Then,
as suddenly as it had appeared in the window, the face was gone. Arlo
groaned at the fact that he had peed upon the bathroom floor in his
fright.

"Oh God!  Oh God!" Arlo muttered, as he unrolled toilet paper from the
roll and began to mop up his urine splatters.  One by one, he placed
the urine soaked globs of toilet paper into the toilet bowl, dreading
the scolding he would get from his mom about missing the toilet if one
drop were left upon the floor.

"I'll ask Jim.  He'll know what I should do," Arlo said to himself, as
he cleaned up the last bit of urine from the floor, dropped the wad of
toilet paper into the bowl, and then flushed the toilet.

Finished with his task, Arlo headed back to his bedroom and picked his
shorts and tee shirt from up off of the floor, where they lay by his
bed from the day before, and began to put them on.  No time to pick
out fresh ones.  If he was going to see his older friend Jim before
his parents got back he had to hurry.

Quickly, after he had put on his tee shirt and shorts, Arlo picked his
trainers up off of the floor and sat upon his bed and slipped them
onto his bare feet.  No time for socks either, if he was going to get
back home into bed and pretend to be sick he had to hurry.

Arlo exited the back door of his house, closing it behind him, and ran
to the front and down the street toward Jim's house.  The cool autumn
breeze tingled the fine, white, down on his lower legs, that were the
sign of the more mature hairs to come, as he ran toward Jim's house.
Briefly, he wondered if the cloaked stranger was still about.  A chill
ran through Arlo's body at the thought, and he ran even faster.

Down the block, up the steps, he was safe!  For the time being, at
least.  Loudly, Arlo knocked upon the door jam, hoping Jim would be
home.  He had to be home!  He just had too, with tomorrow being
Halloween and all.  The sound of the tumblers on the dead bolt lock
brought a sigh of relief from the boy.

"Well, Arlo!  Didn't expect to see you this morning!  It's Sunday.
Figured you'd be at church with your parents," the older man said when
he opened the door and saw the spidery eleven year old standing there.

"I told um I was sick.  I need to talk to you," Arlo said in an anxious tone.

"Oh I see!  Is it the older boy two streets over giving you the "evil
eye" again?"

"No!  But, he does, he really does!" Arlo responded, prompting his
older friend to chuckle.

"Well, come on in!  Let's see what's the matter this time," the man
said, and opened the screen door and stood aside so Arlo could enter.

Arlo quickly entered the familiar surroundings and scurried over and
plopped himself down upon the couch while his older friend closed and
locked the front door.

"So, what is it that has you upset?" Arlo's older friend asked, as he
entered the living room area and seated himself in the recliner.

"It's happening again, Jim.  You know what I mean!  Tomorrow's
Halloween.  He was peeking through my bathroom window just awhile
ago."

"Ah!  The cloaked stranger again," his older friend replied, and chuckled.

"It's not funny!  Every year, the day before Halloween, I see him
spying on me and then when I go Trick or Treating it's always the
same.  I go, then wind up all alone on the front porch of my house
with my bag of candy late at night and don't remember what happened,"
Arlo said.

"You mean you don't remember going Trick or Treating?"

"Yeah, I remember most of that.  It's like I told yah last year when I
went with Jason and Danny."

"Oh, the two older boys you went with last year.  They going again this year?"

"Nah, they say they're too big to go now.   Like I told yah, we were
cutting across the park to go over to where the other houses are and
that's all I remember."

"What did Jason and Danny have to say about it?"

"Same as Robert and Rusty and Glenn the year before. They just thought
I'd gone off on my own or something.  It's been the same thing every
year.  You know all about it.  I've told yah."

"Yes, it is strange.  Maybe it's too much candy or something."

"I didn't eat any last year!  I bet you really know what's happening
and just won't tell me.  I bet you do!" Arlo wailed, shifting himself
nervously upon the couch.

"Arlo, I've told you again and again I don't know anything about a
cloaked stranger or why strange things happen to you on Halloween,"
his older friend replied.

"I know you know!  What about all that magic stuff you do like making
gold coins appear out of my ears and in my pockets and making things
disappear and stuff?" Arlo asked.

"Arlo, I don't know anything about the cloaked stranger or any of that
and the magic stuff I learned from a magician when I was in college.
If I knew, do you think I would keep a secret like that from you after
we have so many other secrets together? Jim asked.

"Uh, no!" Arlo replied, prompting his friend to chuckle a bit again.

"So, you're not going out on Halloween this year?"

"Uh, yeah!  I'm going."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, it's kinda stupid and all but I figured I'd go one more time."

"Oh, I see!  Getting too big for Halloween fun are we?"

"Uh, yeah!  Something like that.  Gary and Jamie wanted to go so I
guess I'll go with um."

"Jamie?  That's the new kid in the neighborhood you're friends with isn't it?"

"Yeah!  He's only nine but a cool guy!"

"Well, I'm sure if you think he's a cool guy he is."

"I'm scared!"

"Oh Arlo! You don't have to be scared.  Halloween is fun!"

"No it's not!  It's gonna happen again.  I know it!"

"My goodness.  You are scared again aren't you?  You want to get up
into Jim's lap and feel safe?"

"Uh yeah!  I'd like that. I need that right now!"

"Then come on then," the older man sad patting his hands on his thighs.

As he had done many times before, Arlo arose from the couch and began
stripping off his clothes while his older friend stood and began
removing his terry cloth bathrobe.  Jim sat back down in the lounger
and smiled as the spidery youth walked toward where he sat, for they
had done this very thing many times over the last five years.

There was a big sigh from Arlo once he had escalated himself up into
his older friend's lap and lay back upon his naked body.

"You know you really don't have to go Trick or Treating if you don't
want to, Arlo," Jim said, as he ran one hand through the boy's hair
and kneaded his thigh with the other.

"I know," Arlo replied, and sighed again as he adjusted himself a
little on the man's lap.

"If you're scared about the missing boys and all I wouldn't go if I
were you," his older friend said.

"No, I'm gonna go.  I don't want them to think I'm a chicken," Arlo
replied, prompting Jim to chuckle.

"So, who you going as this year, then?"

"Uh, Batman."

"Oh, the Caped Crusader!  That ought to keep any villains away," Jim said.

"I guess," Arlo replied.  "Will you do my butt and peter now, please?"
Arlo asked, prompting his older friend to chuckle again.

"Well! We are in a hurry today, aren't we?" Jim remarked.

"I gotta get back home before my folks get back from church," Arlo said.

"Okay, kiddo.  Assume the position," his older friend said.

As Jim lowered the back of the recliner a bit, Arlo began to
reposition himself upon the man's body so that he was on all fours on
his upper torso.  Naturally, this had the effect of presenting his
firm bubble butt for attention.

Jim paused for a moment and savored the sight.  He loved the way the
boy's butt crack just naturally splayed open making his pucker a
readily available target.  He smiled!  Then, he moved his head
forward.

"Ahhhh! Unngghh!" Arlo wailed, as the spongy tongue went to work on
his hole.  "Ooooooooo---Ooooooooo---Ooooooooo!" he began to coo, as
the adult's tongue began to snake its way into his anus.

For Jim, the fragrant soapy smell from Arlo's bath the night before
was heaven.  If he could have he would have smiled as Arlo began to
wiggle his butt upon his invading tongue, assisting it in its
objective to invade his most private region.

"Uhh---Oooooooooooo---Uhhh---Unnnggghhh" Arlo soon wailed, as the
spongy invader began to work its way around inside him.

For awhile, Jim savored the moistness of Arlo's hole, the boy's cries
of delight better than any symphony.  Then, when Arlo's hole was wet
enough, he replaced his tongue with two of his fingers.

"Ah!  Ooooooooooooo----Ooooooooooooo!" Arlo crooned, as the man's
digits invaded his rectum.

Jim smiled as Arlo began to buck back upon his fingers, the boy's
moist cavern eager at the invasion.  He resisted the urge to assume
total control and fill him with his huge adult slong.  It would have
to wait, as always, it would all happen in good time.

"Don't forget about me, Arlo," his older friend said softly.

Of course, Arlo hadn't forgot about his older friend.  He had already
noticed the massive, flaccid, penis began to lengthen and was already
preparing to grab hold of it when his older friend had spoken.

"Yesssssssssss!" Jim hissed, as Arlo slurped the lengthening cock into
his mouth and began to suck on it as he had done many times before.

Soon, the living room was filled with nothing but the moans and groans
of the two as Jim alternately used his fingers and tongue on Arlo's
hole and Arlo worked his mouth upon the massive, hard, tube of his
older friend.

"Oh shit!" Jim exclaimed, when Arlo began to swirl his tongue over the
head of his cock and jack it with his hand at the same time.

Apparently, this time Arlo was going to take care of him first before
he presented his own peter for the sucking, something that did happen
every now and then, and this seemed to be one of those occasions.

"Oh yes!  That's good, Arlo!  Yes!" Jim exclaimed, urging the boy on
as he began to suck harder on his cock.

Jim couldn't help but marvel at what an excellent cocksucker the
spidery lad had become.  Three years ago, when Arlo slurped the thing
into his mouth of his own volition, Jim had been surprised and
astounded both at the boy's seeming eagerness to do such a thing on
his own, and at the fact that Arlo had willingly gulped down as much
of his voluminous sperm load as he could, what he couldn't handle
running out the sides of his mouth.  Now, of course, it was no
problem.

"Oh yeah!  I'm gonna cum, Arlo!  Get ready!" Jim announced, sooner
than he would have liked to.

Quickly, Arlo inhaled deeply thorough his nostrils in preparation for
the flood of salty goo that he knew would soon gush forth.

"Oh yessssss--Arrrrrrrrggggggggggghhhhhh!" Jim cried out, and started
blowing his load, Arlo gulping down each blast of the thick, white,
cream as if he were drinking a vanilla malt.

"There was a lot this time," Arlo commented, as he sat upon his older
friend's lap and wiped the sperm residue from his lips with the back
of his hand.

"You always make me do that, kiddo," his older friend replied, and
patted him on the head. " You ready for yours now?" he asked.

"Oh yes!" Arlo replied eagerly, and escalated himself upward onto the
man's upper chest and offered his hard peter for the sucking.

"Unnnngggghhh---Ooooooooooo---Mmmmmmmm!" Arlo crooned, as his older
friend began to slurp on his four-inch stiffie.

Jim loved the succulent morsel and always made sure he did an
extra-special good job giving it his attention.  He had been just as
excited as Arlo when Arlo began to get the tiny hairs on his groin and
was pleased that he had been the recipient of Arlo's first, sweet, cum
pellets.  The boy's moans and gasps were the sweetest music in the
world, as were his wails of delight when he finally came.

"Oh--Oh--Mmmmmmm----Mmmmmm!" Arlo chanted, the feeling in his
pecan-sized balls getting stronger and stronger, forcing him to start
hunching his hips at his older friend's siphoning mouth.

Naturally, Jim knew the signs that Arlo was getting close to his cum.
So, he again took two of his fingers and inserted them into Arlo's bum
and began to fuck him with them, making sure he gave special attention
to the boy's prostate as he always did.

"Arrrrrrrggggggghhhhhh---Unnnnggggghhhh---Unnngggggggghhhhh!" Arlo
wailed, and began to frantically "rabbit fuck" the man's hungry mouth.

Then, Arlo threw his head back and squealed, filling his older
friend's mouth with blast after blast of drops of almost clear "boy
nectar."

"You feel better now?" Jim asked, as he cuddled the boy afterward,
rubbing his hand through his hair and kissing him upon the forehead.
"You had a real good one that time," he commented.

"Yeah, I guess." Arlo replied.

"Look, Arlo.  Why don't you just forget about tomorrow night?"

"I can't!  It's like now.  We just did stuff and I feel all funny
again.  It always happens on Halloween," Arlo said, prompting his
older friend to chuckle and rub the nape of the boy's neck."Well, you
and your friends be sure and come by my house first.  I'll make sure
you get lots of extra candy before the others come by," Jim replied,
and kissed Arlo on the top of the head.

The next evening, Arlo looked at himself in the full-length mirror one
more time.  His Batman costume was perfect, although the leotards were
a little tight and the hooded mask was as well.  But, all in all, he
thought he looked okay.  So, he headed to the front of the house to
get his candy sack and flashlight so he could meet his friends.

"Now, you be sure and stay in the neighborhood.  There'll be lots of
kids out and parents.  You don't go wondering off.  Not with all these
boys that have come up missing," Arlo's mom admonished, as she made
sure his costume looked okay.

"Aw jeez, mom!  I won't.  I gotta go!" Arlo said, gathering up his
flashlight and candy sack.

Arlo kissed his mom goodbye and started to do the same with his dad,
but he was obviously totally involved in the Monday Night football
game.  So, Arlo shrugged his shoulders and headed out to Trick or
Treat.

"Well, it's about time!" Gary said as Arlo came out of the house.
"Jaime and I've waiting forever."

"Look, we got to go to Jim's house first.  He said he'd give us lots
of extra candy," Arlo said.

"Jim?  Oh, the weird guy," Gary said, adjusting the holster on his
cowboy costume.

"He's not weird!" Arlo insisted.

"Whatever!" Gary replied, rolling his eyes.

"Come on guys, I don't want all the candy to be gone!  Let's get
goin," Jaime said, pulling his Spiderman mask down over his face.

Of course, the boys went to Jim's house first and were the recipients
of a whole bowl of candy that he dumped into their bags before he
wished them on their way, taking note that the leotards Arlo was
wearing accented his youthful package perfectly.   Was it all the sex
that the two of them had had over the last years?  One would never
know.  But, Arlo had a lovely presentation for his age and it would be
difficult for anyone not to notice it.  Naturally, when he had closed
the door, Jim shook his head and chuckled as he wondered how many
others would notice the same thing as the boys made their rounds.

Arlo and his two friends worked their way through the neighborhood
like all the other boys and girls, scurrying from one house to the
next collecting their Halloween loot.  For some reason, people seemed
to be more generous and all three of the boy's candy sacks were almost
full by the time they had covered only half of the neighborhood.

"I say when get to the end of the block we go back to my house and
dump what we got so we can get more," Gary said, as the three of them
trudged on to the next house.

"Yeah!  That way we can get a whole bunch more!" Jaime peeped.

"I think we got enough already.  Let's all go home," Arlo said,
relieved that he had made it this far without anything strange
happening.

"Not me!  I'm gonna stay out until I fill up the sack again," Gary replied.

"Me too!" Jaime chimed in.

"Well, I got enough.  I'm goin home.  I'll see you guys tomorrow,"
Arlo replied, and turned and headed back toward his house.

Of course, Arlo's mother would have scolded him if she had known he
was alone.  But, with all the kids and adults about Arlo figured he
was safe.  Safe that is until he got to the point where he had to walk
past the thickly wooded park.

Briefly, he turned around and thought about going back and joining the
others.  Then, he turned and walked onward toward home at a much
faster pace, humming a silly tune as he did so in order to make
himself feel a little more comfortable and brave.  Suddenly, the air
around Arlo became deathly cold, as if he had stepped into a freezer.

"Come to me, Arlo!  Come!  Come to me!" a raspy voice said.

Arlo gasped, and for an instant, he stopped dead in his tracks.  He
turned his head toward where the voice had come from.  It was the
cloaked stranger with the painted face standing in an opening amongst
some trees beckoning him with his arms!  Arlo screamed and began to
run toward home.  Yet, it was like he was mired in quicksand, and as
he tried to run the park seemed to be expanding around him.  It
couldn't be!  He was supposed to be running toward home.  Yet, it
seemed like he was running deeper and deeper into the wooded park.

"Come, Arlo!  Come my precious child!  It's Halloween. It's time!" the
voice said, and again Arlo looked toward where the voice was coming
from and screamed.

The stranger had opened his cloak and he was naked underneath.  Arlo
recognized the huge, flaccid penis, pendulous balls, and hairy groin
and he tried to run away even harder.  Yet, the faster he tried the
closer he seemed to get to the ghoul with the painted face.

"No! No! Not again!" Arlo panted, now only a few meters away from the ghoul.

"Yes, my precious!  Again!" the ghoul said, and smiled, showing his
yellowish teeth and opening wide the black cloak.

There was a muffled squeal from Arlo as the cloak was closed around
him, plunging him into pitch-black darkness.  Then, Arlo fainted.

"Ohhhhhhh-Ohhhhhh!" Arlo groaned as he began to regain consciousness.

For some reason his arms hurt and he shook his head to try and clear
the fog from his brain.  Bit by bit, Arlo came back to reality, and as
he did, realized he must be hanging by his wrists.  Then, as his
vision cleared he gasped, for he was greeted with the sight of the
familiar iron bed, in the spooky old mansion, upon which he had lain
tied five years ago tonight.  Now, there were two naked boys, who
looked to be a few years older than he was, writhing upon the bare
mattress and frantically sucking each other's peters.

Instantly, four years of Halloween nights came back to Arlo.  It was
then that he looked upward and realized he was hanging by his wrists
from a rope that had been strung from one of the wooden rafters.  As
he did so, he also realized that he was naked and that there was a
terrible, hot, familiar, feeling in his groin.  He looked downward and
moaned as he saw that not only was his peter stiff as a board.  It was
all going to happen again!

"Oh God! Help me!  Help me you two! Untie me quick!" Arlo hollered at
the naked duo upon the bed.

Alas, Arlo's pleas went unnoticed as the duo moaned and groaned upon
the bed sucking each other's peters for all the were worth.

"Oh gosh! Oh gosh!  Stop that!  Stop that you two! Help me!  Untie
me!" Arlo hollered, trying to get their attention.

Again, Arlo's cries of desperation went unheard as both boys moaned
loudly and convulsed upon the bed, each frantically rabbit fucking the
mouth of the other.  It was when they rolled apart panting from their
cum that Arlo tried again.

"Help me, guys!  Untie me!  Please help!" Arlo hollered.

This time, the two noticed him and the bigger of the two, his peter
still hard and jutting out from his small tuft of brown pubes, rolled
off of the bed and headed toward him.

"Untie me!  Please do it quick!" Arlo begged, as the older boy approached him.

Quickly, the older boy began to untie Arlo's wrists.

"Oh thank you!  Thank you!" Arlo said, as he was released.
"Ummpppffff!" he exclaimed as he unceremoniously fell the half-foot or
so to the wooden floor.

However, that was all Arlo had time to say or express, for the older
boy quickly straddled Arlo's shoulders and stuffed his hard peter into
his mouth.

At first, Arlo scowled at the intrusion.   Yet, as his own peter was
enveloped by a warm mouth Arlo excepted the invading penis as it began
to fuck his throat, for the other boy was now slurping on his peter
and Arlo was desperate to cum.

Ultimately, the three rolled apart panting upon the floor, Arlo having
swallowed a load of sperm from the older boy and having given the
other one a taste of his own sweet nectar.  Yet, as always, the
satisfied feeling was short-lived.

All three boys began to wank their peters as the urge to cum quickly
returned.  The two older boys looked at each other.  Then, they
scooped Arlo up off of the floor and carried him toward the bed,
dumped him upon the mattress, and quickly dove in upon his naked body.

In a flash, as if he were a rag doll, the two older boys positioned
Arlo upon the bed so that he was on all fours and staring at the
smaller boy's hard peter and small tuft of red pubes.  He opened his
mouth and willingly accepted the offering.  Then, he grunted loudly as
the other boy invaded his behind.

In desperation, as they fucked him from both ends, Arlo reached under
himself and began to wank his own frightfully hard peter.  It was when
the two older boys howled and began to fill his mouth and butt with
their salty goo that Arlo began to spray his sperm pellets all over
the mattress.  Again, the three rolled apart exhausted and panting.

As he lay there recovering from his most recent cum, it was a bit
before Arlo noticed the boys were gone and he was now alone.

"Oh God!" Arlo moaned, at the sudden absence of attention, for already
the hot feelings in his groin were returning.

"Arlo!  Come join us!  Come join us, Arlo!" Arlo heard the raspy male
voice say, as if it were coming out of the thin air.

"Oh no!  Oh God!  Oh God!" Arlo moaned, for he knew that he must go
and he was powerless to resist.

In desperation, Arlo roamed through the deserted halls of the old
mansion looking for what he sought, the sensations in his groin
getting so strong he couldn't stand them any more.  He yelped, and
fell to the wooden floor and frantically wanked his peter, crying out
as he sprayed his cum droplets all over the oaken boards.

"Oh gosh!  Oh gosh! Arlo panted after his cum, for the strong feelings
felt like they were returning even quicker this time. So, he got to
his feet to continue what seemed like a hopeless search.

Soon, he breathed a sigh of relief as he heard the familiar strains of
a symphony orchestra in the distance and he quickened his pace, his
feet carrying him toward where he knew he must go.

For just an instant, Arlo stood in front of the big wooden door, from
behind which the sounds of the orchestra could be heard.  Then, he
reached for the big brass doorknob and opened the door.

It was all there, just as it all had been before.  Everywhere Arlo
looked, in the candlelit room, naked boys of all ages were
fornicating.  Because of the mirror covered walls it seemed that
thousands of them were all having some kind of sex.

As usual, in the middle of it all, was the king-sized bed that
dominated the room like some sacrificial altar.  The cloaked ghoul,
with the chalk-white face, was hovering over a boy who had his feet
bent clear back to his ears and his arms outstretched upon the bed.

Arlo gasped when he recognized whom the boy was.  It was Ronnie
Simmons, one of the boys who had come up missing the day before, and
the ten year old was grunting loudly as the ghoul's massive penis
assaulted his bum. The big adult began to fuck the boy faster and
harder and the hapless lad grabbed the sheets with his hands and began
to wail.

"Fuck me!  Yes!  Oh please fuck me! Fuck me forever!" the kid wailed,
his cries echoing off of the walls of the room.

Arlo watched as the big penis assaulted the kid's hole with
increasingly faster thrusts until both Ronnie and the ghoul howled and
convulsed before his eyes.  Then, as the ghoul raised up off the boy's
body and began to look around the room for someone else, Arlo squealed
when the chalk-faced demon looked straight at him.

"It's time, Arlo!  It's Halloween!  It's your turn now!" the ghoul
said, motioning Arlo to come to him.

Arlo stared at the chalk-white face, with the cheeks streaked with red
paint, and into the man's coal-black eyes.  Suddenly, he knew it was
his turn and he must go.  It was Halloween, the one time in the whole
year.  He had to go!

Arlo began his march toward the bed, and as he did so, stared at the
huge slimy cock sticking out of the hairy groin.  Again the thing
would work its magic and would give him the intense feelings that only
happened once a year.  As he climbed up onto the bed, and into the
chalked-faced man's arms, there was a deep sigh from Arlo, for he knew
what was about to happen.

Arlo swooned as the man began to seduce his body, caressing every part
softly and gently.  The man's long fingers were brushing every spot
sending waves of pleasure all over Arlo's spidery body as they had
done before.

A large, spongy tongue, slithered between Arlo's butt cheeks and gave
attention to his hole, then a hungry mouth siphoned his peter, and
sucked at his brown tits and his earlobes.  Arlo's squeals and squeaks
of delight almost rivaled the sounds of the orchestra in volume, as he
became putty in the hands of the chalk-faced demon.

Arlo gasped at the absence of the man's mouth as he was repositioned
upon the bed head down and butt up.  Has his body was re-arranged, he
briefly caught sight of the other boys around the bed upon the floor,
all sucking and fucking.  Then, he yelped as the spongy tongue began
to invade his bum again.

"Are you ready, Arlo?  This is a very special Halloween.  I hope you
remember it," the man said, his tongue having stopped giving attention
to the Arlo's hole.

"Yes, please!  Oh do it!  I need to cum soooooo bad!" Arlo whimpered
in response.

Again, there was another yelp from Arlo as the man's tongue went back
to work on his bottom.  All too soon there was again a sudden absence
of the spongy invader and Arlo yelped again.

Then, there was a sharp pain and a sudden rush of fullness, prompting
Arlo to cry out and glance toward his behind, then groan.  The huge,
gleaming tube was lodged between his small, tight, buns.

"I'm in you, Arlo.  In you again!" the man said.

"I knooooow!" Arlo whimpered.

"You're always my special treat on Halloween!" the man said.

"make me cum, please" Arlo replied meekly.

"Oh you dear dear boy!  You're going to cum sooooooo hard!" the man
replied, and thrust all of the long thick tube into Arlo's rectum,
causing him to grab the sheets with his hands and cry out again.

For awhile, the man fucked Arlo head down and butt up upon the bed,
the gleaming tube traveling into the very depths of the boy's insides.
 Twice Arlo's wails filled the room as orgasmic shock waves racked his
body and his cum pellets shot onto the bed sheets, his peter jerking
and twitching the whole time.
Then, the man flipped him on his back, pushed his feet clear back to
his ears, and began to assault Arlo's up-turned butt in royal fashion.

"Ow! Ow! Unnnggghhhh!  Unnngggghhhh!" Arlo wailed, his toes curling
with every inward thrust, as the smacking sounds of the man's groin
against his butt cheeks provided a staccato accompaniment for the
strains of the orchestra's music.

Deep in the back of his mind Arlo knew what was about to happen, it
always did when the man would finally cum, and he grabbed hold of the
bed sheets with the hands of his outstretched arms and held on.  He
began to sob, not from pain or fear, but in expectation of the
unbelievable ecstasy that he knew would soon wrack his body to the
very depths of his being.

"Oh! Arggggggghhhhh!  Argggggggggghhhh! Arggggghhhhh!" the man began
to chant, as he began to rapidly bash Arlo's bottom.

Then, as the violins of the orchestra resounded in a crescendo, the
man bellowed upward with them, like a bull, and began to fill the
boy's insides with sperm.

Instantly, it was if a flood of molten lava was pouring into Arlo's
insides and spreading out to every nerve ending in his body, exploding
them with pleasure.  Arlo grabbed the bed sheets so hard he almost
ripped them and howled like a coyote, howling at the Halloween moon,
as he had an orgasm so intense that it was as if his entire insides
were shooting from his peter as his cum drops sprayed onto his tummy.

The crushing weight of the man's body was suddenly gone, and Arlo lay
by himself upon the bed, his now dilated hole seeping the
"bluish-tinted" sperm and his tummy heaving up and down as he panted
heavily from his recent cum.

However, any respite was short lived.  Someone grabbed the ankle of
his right foot and Arlo looked to see who it was.  It was an older
teenager, with curly blonde hair and a big, hard, cock, that was
almost as big as the man's, jutting out from his blonde pubes.  Arlo
squealed as he was dragged off of the bed and onto the floor among the
seething mass of naked boys.

Quickly, the older boy rolled Arlo into a ball and buried his
man-sized cock all the way into Arlo's already cum-lubed bottom,
prompting Arlo to cry out at the initial invasion, then grunt steadily
as the lust-crazed teenager began to frantically fuck his bottom.

In but a short time, the teen with the curly blonde hair yelped and
made his deposit into Arlo's rectum then rolled away, leaving Arlo
unfulfilled.  Frantically, Arlo began to wank his hard peter to
relieve his desire to cum again.  Then, he noticed a dark-haired
younger boy wiggling his butt at him and smiling.  In a flash, Arlo
was up behind the kid grabbing hold of the younger boy's hips.  The
kid cried out from the swift intrusion of Arlo's peter into his
bottom, then yipped and yelped until Arlo squealed and spewed his cum
pellets all over the walls of the boy's insides.

There seemed to be cocks everywhere that needed attention.  Stubby
ones, fat ones, little dinks, older teenaged hairy ones, all in need
of something to put them in, and Arlo wanted them all.  He had to have
them all!  He just had to!

Eventually, Arlo's face, lips, and a goodly part of his body, became
caked with dried cum.  Sperm dripped from his hole and down his crack
and onto his thighs, like wax from a lighted candle, for there was
always a peter that needed sucking or a hard penis to fill his hole,
it seemed.

Arlo lost count of the times he came.  None, of course, were as
intense as the one that he had had when the chalked-faced man fucked
him, however.  No, none of the cocks and peters that entered his
bottom could seem to do that.

Alone on the floor for a moment, Arlo got to his knees and looked
around the room for the cloaked man, hoping that he would see him
beckoning him again.  Yet, the man was no where to be seen.

A black teenager, physically bigger and seemingly older than all the
rest, pushed Arlo back onto the floor and stuffed his big cock into
Arlo's mouth and began to fuck the black thing down his throat.  When
the boy came, he pulled his cock out and sprayed his goo all over
Arlo's face blinding him with sperm and Arlo fainted into a deep,
black, void.

"Oh God!  Oh God!  It happened again!" Arlo exclaimed, when he all of
a sudden he found himself standing on his front porch alone with his
still almost full bag of Halloween candy, for indeed it had happened
again just as he had predicted.

"Arlo!  It's good to see you!  It's been days," his older friend Jim
said, as he opened the front door and saw Arlo standing there.  "Come
in!  Come in!  I was just listening to some of my favorite music. How
was Trick or Treat?" the man asked, as Arlo sauntered in and headed
toward his usual place on the living room couch.

"It happened just like I knew it would," Arlo said, as he plopped
himself down upon the couch.

"Oh really?" his older friend commented, as he locked the front door,
went over and cut the volume down low on the stereo, and headed toward
his recliner.

"I knew it would.  But, it's all different this time," Arlo said.

"Oh?  How's it different?" his friend Jim asked, as he seated himself
in the recliner.

"I remember it.  I remember it all," Arlo replied.

"My goodness!  You do?"

"Uh huh!  Every bit of it," Arlo said.

"Well then, tell me about it," his older friend replied.

Jim listened as Arlo told about his Halloween experiences over the
last five years.

"Arlo, you absolutely have the most fantastic imagination of any boy
I've ever known," his older friend said, when Arlo had finished.

"It's not imagination.  It's all true," Arlo replied, prompting his
friend to chuckle.

"Well, just the same, it's a very nice and sexy story," Jim replied.

"It's not a story, it's true," Arlo replied.

Then suddenly, a strange look came upon Arlo's face.  His eyes widened
a bit, and he cocked his head as if he were listening intently to
something.  Then, the look on Arlo's face changed and he smiled at his
older friend.

"Is something the matter, Arlo?" Jim asked.

"Now, I know you know!  Arlo said, and grinned.

"Uh, know what?" Jim asked.

"About all I just told yah.  About everything on Halloween," Arlo replied.

"Arlo, honest!  I've told you before.  I really don't," his older
friend replied.

"Oh yes you do!" Arlo said, and rose from the couch, and removed his
tee shirt and started unbuckling the belt on his baggy jeans.

"Uh, Arlo, I don't mind us doing stuff right now but I really don't
know anything," Jim said, as Arlo, now swiftly stripped naked, except
for his trainers, walked toward him, his peter already hard.

"Oh yes you do.  I know you do!" Arlo said, as he climbed the man's
lap, put his arms around his neck, and then looked straight into his
eyes.

"What makes you think that?" Jim asked.

"That!" Arlo replied.

"What?" Jim asked, having no idea what the kid was talking about.

"That music.  What that orchestra is playing," Arlo replied.

"Oh that, that's just one of my favorites, I play it all the time,"
Jim responded, prompting Arlo to cackle with laughter.

"I know, I remember it's the same one that has been playing every time
the man with the cloak and chalk-white face puts his thing up my butt
on Halloween," Arlo said, and smiled at his older friend.

"But----"

"Ssssshhh!" Arlo said, holding his finger up to Jim's lips.  "I know
all about it now! I remember.  You said, you hoped I'd remember.  You
don't have to lie or try to fool me anymore.  Will you teach me all
about the magic and stuff?" Arlo asked.

For a moment, Jim sat silent.  Then, Jim smiled, grinned, and then
began to run his fingers through the boy's hair and hugged him.

"Sure, kiddo!  Everything!  With my powers, you can learn to do it
all, too, if you want " his older friend said.

"What about when you put your thing in my butt and cum in me?  Will it
feel the same?  The very same?" Arlo asked.

"Every single time!" Jim responded, and kissed the boy on the forehead.

In response, Arlo began laughing, and hugged his older friend's neck
as tightly as he could.  And, his older friend, Jim, hugged Arlo
tightly as well and began laughing with him.  Because, you see, from
now on it would really be Halloween all year long, forever and ever!

Boo!