Date: Fri, 21 Oct 2011 09:48:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: s s <subanalslut@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tricks and Treats

This story is a fantasy involving sex between a teenage boy and older men.
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For those of you who don't know me, my name is Ben, and I was the most
insatiable little slut while I was growing up.  I just graduated from
college, and I enjoy looking back into the not-so-distant past to write
about my experiences growing up...

By the time I was 13, I was a real little slut. In addition to fooling
around with some of my more open-minded friends from school, I had my eyes
on bigger prizes -- men!  Sometimes men old enough to be our fathers. Or
even...

My friend Mike was one of my little fuck buddies. He was just a few months
older than me (not nearly enough in my opinion). If I preferred older guys,
Mike was starting to be more interested in girls, so we weren't sneaking
off for blowjobs at every opportunity, but we would get together to get off
once in a while, when neither of us had a better offer. Of course, we
usually said we were 'studying' together.

We happened to have been having a 'study' session after school on
Halloween. Afterwards, I went home and messed around online for a while
before deciding to actually study a bit. That year was the first year I
didn't feel like getting all dressed up and going trick-or-treating. I felt
like I was getting too grown up for it. Mike was being dragged along with
his mom and sister to some costume party, which I think he only agreed to
go to because he was hoping there would be cute girls there to impress with
his new Pirates of the Caribbean costume.

When I went to get my iPod out of my school bag, I realized that I actually
had left my science book at Mike's place. I actually needed the book, cause
there was a test coming up on Monday, so i wanted to actually take a look
at what i should have been paying attention to in class, while i was
actually staring at the teacher's sexy hairy arms in his usual dorky short
sleeved dress shirt. I figured I would just stop by and pick up my book, so
I called his house. I didn't know the rest of his family that well, but I
knew his dad was going to be at home handing out candy to any
trick-or-treaters who were braving Halloween night in our gentrified
neighborhood.

Let's be real, even though I was happily messing around with Mike, I
personally thought he was going to be really hot in a few years -- like
about thirty, if he was lucky and took after his dad. His dad was over six
feet tall, probably 6'2", and had dark hair, with only a slightly receding
hairline. He was also still muscular, probably about 190 pounds to my 105
(at 5'2"). But, although I thought his dad was hot, I totally considered
him off limits for my flirting.

Anyway, his dad told me that the rest of the family had left not too long
ago, but that I could come by any time to pick up my textbook. I figured I
might as well pick it up and get the reviewing over with. It was already
dark, and there were clusters of kids in costume on the street with their
parents.

It didn't look like too many trick-or-treaters were out on Mike's
block. His building had a not very encouraging jack-o-lantern in the
vestibule, probably carved by his younger sister. Their super/doorman let
me in. My guess was that he was on duty to keep the pumpkin from being
smashed all over the stoop.

When I rang the bell to Mike's family's apartment, I heard his dad yell
"Coming!", then nothing.  I waited long enough that if I had been a nine
year old in a vampire costume, I'm sure I would have given up and moved on
to the next apartment.

When the door finally opened, I found Jeff, Mike's father, giving me a
somewhat bleary look and holding a bowl of candy. When he realized that I
wasn't holding out a plastic pumpkin for candy, he laughed.

"Oh yeah. Sorry Ben, I forgot you were coming over for the book."

"No problem Jeff.  Getting lots of business at your door?"

"Nope, a whole bunch of Jocelyn's friends came by earlier, but since then
it's been pretty quiet."

He still seemed a little bit thrown off, like I had come to the door and
interrupted him at the wrong moment. His laptop was sitting on the coffee
table, along with a bottle of beer. There was also the trace of the smell
of pot lingering in the air, almost covered up by some sort of 'fall
medley' sort of air freshener.

I laughed to myself, imagining Jeff running around trying to hide his joint
and disguise the scent when I rang the doorbell.

"So, do you have that textbook for me?" I prompted.

"Right, you aren't here for the candy. I figured it was in Mike's room, so
I didn't want to search around for it too much. Who knows what I would find
under his bed!".  Or going on in it, if he looked at the wrong time.

It didn't take me long at all to grab my science textbook off the floor of
Mike's room. When I came back out into the living room of their apartment,
I must have surprised Jeff, because he jumped and sort of kicked his laptop
on the table, waking it up from 'sleep' mode.

The porn he had been watching when I interrupted was up on the screen,
showing an extremely vivid shot of a man and a woman, in close up, sucking
another man's dick.  It even looked like they were wearing Halloween
costumes. I froze, eyes wide.  He froze as well, but in horror as the scene
started to play. As he was fumbling with the computer, trying to put it
back to sleep, and turn it off, and close the screen all at once, the audio
came back on as well.

"Oh yeah, princess, how do you like your daddy's cock now?"

"I love it daddy... I can't wait for you to fuck me like the little who --"
Much to Jeff's relief, the laptop gave up and went back to sleep.

He looked totally mortified.  Inwardly, I couldn't wait for the explanation
and excuses I could tell he was mentally preparing.

"Well, um, this is awkward, Ben. I would really appreciate it if you didn't
mention this to anyone."

"Don't worry about it, Jeff. I think everybody should be able to have their
little secrets. And that looked pretty hot." He gave me a blank, kinda
dopey look, which was an adorable combination with the stubble on his
square chin.

"It is... I mean, what are you talking about?"

"Can I stay and watch with you for a bit? I don't have to be home for a
while." I decided to press my advantage and see how far I could get him to
go. Like I said, I always thought he was hot.

"I don't know about that, Ben, it's not exactly appropriate to be showing
that to someone your age."

"Well, I saw it already.  And it isn't like I can't find it online any
time, anyway. It's not like I'm asking you for a beer and a joint!"

He looked even guiltier when I brought that one out. I could tell he was
gonna cave. I was at my most persuasive.

"Anyway, it's already a secret, like I promised. So no one will find out."

"Alright, Ben, you can stay and hang out for a bit. Happy Halloween."

I sat myself down right in the middle of the couch -- no matter which side
of me he sat on, I wasn't going to have to go far to make my next move. He
opened up his laptop again, then gave me a look.

"I hope you don't mind, this whole DVD is like what you just saw."

"You mean with the bi stuff? Doesn't bother me at all." I didn't mention
that I would do my best to just ignore the woman.

"Ok then. God, I haven't watched porn with anyone else since I was in a
frat."

The movie started up again with a "--re I am!! I can't wait to feel your
big dick in my ass, daddy!"

This was going to be good. I could see Jeff looking over at me to see how I
was taking it. I had one of my hands resting in the crotch of my jeans,
kinda massaging my already developing erection. When he saw that, he
relaxed a little and soon he was doing the same, which was way hotter than
the porn we were watching. I didn't want to spook him by moving too fast,
though, so I pretty much kept my eyes focused on the screen for a while
longer as the actors went through what seemed like all possible
combinations.

While the men were both fucking the woman, I tried to concentrate on
them. When the positions were changed up and the two men were fucking, with
the woman giving a blowjob to the one getting fucked, I made my next
strategic move and asked if it was ok if I got 'a little bit more
comfortable'. Jeff looked a little surprised when he answered "Yes." and I
promptly pulled off my tee-shirt and popped open the top button of my
jeans. I noticed he didn't object, though.

He was being a bit slow on the uptake, but he must have started to get the
picture, because soon he was asking me if I minded him 'getting
comfortable' as well. Mentally I was like, 'Mind, are you kidding?'. He was
just as gorgeous as I would have pictured. Even though he was bulking up a
bit in his early forties, his torso still had great muscle definition, with
a nice scattering of hair. His nipples looked tasty, too, and I promised
myself I would be licking them before too long.

I waited for him to get nice and comfortable again before nodding to the
screen, where the assfuck/blowjob combo was still going on.

"That looks like it feels great."

"Yeah, she really knows how to suck." Jeff said, possibly still on his
guard.

"Yeah, but that isn't really what I was talking about. He looks like he's
enjoying getting fucked almost as much as I do." That one earned me another
shocked look. Before he could say anything though, I slid off the couch and
ended up kneeling on the floor in front of him. I looked up and smiled as
innocently as I could.  "But I like giving head, too."

"I'm not sure if that's a good idea, Ben."

I nodded at the bulge in his jeans, which wasn't showing any signs of going
away. "I'm not sure everybody agrees with you there Jeff." He didn't try to
stop me when I started to unbutton his jeans even further and push aside
his grey boxer-briefs.  "Besides, we already agreed that everything that's
happened tonight is just a secret between the two of us."

Well, the hard, pulsing cock I had in my hands felt pretty convinced to
me. It was all I could have wanted -- about seven inches long and neatly
circumcised, with a huge mushroom head, it reminded me Mike's. It tasted
just as good, too, when I leaned forward to kiss the tip. I licked my way
down the shaft, loving the musky, masculine scent of him. He was squirming
in his seat as my tongue roved all over his dick and balls.

After I had covered every square inch with my tongue, I took it in my
mouth. He moaned as I slowly moved my head down, sliding his cock further
into my mouth until my lips were pressed against his pubes and his cock was
lodged in my throat. It felt like it was made to fit my mouth.

"Where did you learn to suck cock like that, Ben?" he paused. "On second
thought, don't tell me."

Well, my mouth was full anyway. I pushed my own jeans down past my hips so
that I could jerk myself off with one hand, while the other hand was
caressing his hairy balls. When he pulled out and I took a deep breath,
there were strands of saliva trailing from my lips to the base of his cock.

Jeff chuckled. "You really do love to suck cock, don't you?"

"Mmhm!"

He thwacked my gently across the face with his slimy dick and I chased it
with my tongue, trying to get a lick. He gestured towards the movie that
was still playing in the background.  The woman had her head hanging over
the edge of a bed, with spit streaming down her face as the two men took
turns shoving their cocks down her throat.

"Have you ever tried it like that?" Jeff asked. Why do I always feel like
the right answer to that question is `No, can you please demonstrate?"

Before I could say "Can we?", he picked me up and in one movement laid me
across the couch so that my head was hanging over the arm. He kicked off
his jeans and walked around so that he was straddling my face. He aligned
himself so that his dick was in position to go straight down my throat in
one thrust.

He started off slowly, steadily feeding me his cock and keeping one of his
hands on my throat so he could feel it when he bottomed out and his balls
were resting on my nose. I gagged a little, but he held it in position for
a few beats to get me used to the new angle. Then he began to pick up the
pace until he was slamming my throat, just pulling back far enough for me
to try to catch my breath occasionally.

The feeling was totally amazing... I knew he was just using me as a hole
for his pleasure, and that thought made my dick even harder as I gagged and
choked. I could feel my eyes watering and spit slopping down my face. The
pressure of his cock in my throat was so hot, I almost felt incomplete when
he stopped and pulled back.

"Too bad you aren't wearing a costume like that slut in the movie."

"Yeah, that would have been very seasonal." I joked.

"Well, how about putting on one of Jocelyn's old costumes?  You are so
skinny, I bet you could wear her princess outfit from last year."  I was
more than a little surprised by the idea but I could tell by the way his
dick twitched that it was really working him up.

"If I put on the costume, will you give me a nice treat?"

"I will fill you up with something much better than candy." He promised.

I was persuaded.

"Hang out on the couch for a minute, Ben, I will be right back with your
outfit."

When he cane back from his daughter's room, he was holding a handful of
pink fabric.  He handed me the bundle and said, "OK princess, time to get
dressed."

I pulled the pink top with puffy sleeves over my head... it fit, but
barely.  And it was about four inches too short on me, not even coming down
to the bottom of my ribcage.  The matching skirt was a puff of pink that
probably came down to Mike's sisters knees, but was barely mid-thigh on me.
Jeff ran his rough hand up my leg.

"See, you are already smooth like a slut should be.  Don't forget these."
He said, handing me a plastic tiara and a pair of pink panties with
"Princess" written across the back in a scrolling font.  "See, they even
have your name on them!"

Obediently, I pulled them on and stuck the tiara is my messy, spit and
precum soaked hair.  The panties barely contained my rock hard dick and
only covered about half of my butt.

"Very pretty.  So you like to get ass fucked even better, huh princess?" he
smirked.

"Yes, please! But you don't have to be so gentle with me." I teased.

"What's that? You want it rougher?"

I nodded.

"Ok, but don't expect me to stop if you can't take it, slut!"

"I bet that won't be a problem."

"Fine then, you little slut! Get that ass of yours bent over the couch, and
we will see about that."

How could I resist a proposition like that? Obviously, I couldn't, cause I
didn't waste any time getting myself into position like he ordered.

He flipped the puffy pink princess skirt up and have my panty covered ass a
good smack before spitting on his fingers and pushing them under the pink
fabric, probing for my asshole. He had big, strong hands, and even two of
his fingers was a pretty good stretch for me. I worked my ass around his
fingers, trying to get myself loosened up enough for the invasion of his
dick. He spanked me with his other hand, alternating between each asscheek
until they both felt like they were glowing pinker than the princess
costume he had me dressed up in.

With the spanking distracting me, he forced a third finger up my ass. I
moaned and arched my back. "That's it, fuck yourself on my fingers,
baby. Get that ass of yours ready, cause I won't be stopping until I blow
my load deep inside of you."

Hearing that made my whole body shake with desire, and he must have decided
I was ready. His dick was still covered in the slimy mucus it had dredged
up from my throat, so he didn't waste any time fumbling around for lube.
He lifted one of my legs up over the arm of the couch so that my ass was
spread wide open for him and pushed the pink cotton aside to expose my
hole.  Then, with no further warning or preparation, he was inside of
me. His cock felt like it was on fire as the full length of it drove all
the way into me.

I gasped and squirmed, but he was on top of me, pressing me down onto the
couch with the weight of his body. One of his hands was wrapped across my
face with a few fingers in my mouth, and the other was pulling my head back
by the hair. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he whispered "You
like that big dick in your ass, don't you princess?"

With his fingers in my mouth I could only moan like a bitch in heat, but
that was all the encouragement he needed. The pace of his fucking
increased, and I could feel the force of his hips slamming against my ass.

The feeling of his cock up my ass and his hairy body on top of mine was
heaven, and the perversely pretty and innocent costume he had dressed me up
in only added to the dirty pleasure of being fucked by my friend's dad.  He
knew how to use his dick, too!  He would pull back until only the mushroom
head was still lodged in my hole, then slam the full length back in.

My panty covered cock was rubbing up against the leather upholstery of the
couch with every thrust, and I could tell I was getting close to
shooting. He started to spank my ass again in rhythm with his fucking, and
that pushed me even closer to the edge. Especially when he started talking
dirty again.

"You like getting spanked like that, you little slut? You like getting
fucked by a real man?"

"Yes, sir!" I moaned.

"Are you gonna cum without even touching yourself with this big cock up
your ass? If you do, I'm gonna have to make you lick it all up out of those
panties." He was teasing my hole, popping the head of his dick in and out
repeatedly, so the sensitive ring of my ass was stretched over the huge
ridge of the gland over and over.

"Yes, sir. I promise I will."

"Then go ahead and cum while I'm fucking you like the little bitch you
are!"  He ordered, slamming his cock into my as far as it would go.

That was all it took. My body shook and I gasped as my balls unloaded spurt
after spurt of cum, filling the pink panties with my creamy load. Jeff
slapped my ass and told me, "Now that's over with, it's time for the real
fuck!"

With that he started to pound my ass even harder, hammering his dick into
me over and over while his hairy balls swung and slapped against my smooth
ones. I couldn't help but groan as he fucked me. I could tell that this
fuck was all about his own pleasure -- I was just the receptacle. He didn't
care who I was or what I wanted. I could have been his wife for all he
cared, although he probably didn't fuck her the same way he was using me --
like a cheap whore.

I could feel his cock swelling as it slammed into me. I arched my back and
tried to massage his dick with my asshole and coax him to cum. He increased
his pace even more, and it felt like he was going to bruise me with the
force of his hips hitting my ass.

"Are you sure you want this load inside you boy?"

"Yes please daddy!"

"Then take it, you little slut!" he growled as he thrust his cock into me
to the hilt, driving his cum deep into my well fucked ass. It felt like he
was unloading about a quart of jizz -- his orgasm must have lasted almost a
minute.

When he let go of me and his dick slid out of my ass, I could hear a wet
'pop' and feel some cum start to dribble down the inside of my legs. Before
I had a chance to recover, he pulled me off the couch so I was on my knees
in front of him. He smeared his cummy dick across my face.

"There's your Halloween face-painting, princess. Now clean my dick off."

I obediently ran my tongue over the length of his dick, collecting all of
the cum that coated it from my ass.

"Open your mouth and let me see how much cum you collected, princess." He
ordered.  I displayed my slimy, white coated tongue for his inspection.
"Good boy.  Now you can swallow your treat."

I let his cum slide down my throat with pleasure.

"Now you strip down, boy, so you can clean out those panties."

I pulled the crumpled skirt down and stripped the soaking wet panties off
as well.  He took them from me and wadded them up into a ball, which he
stuck into my mouth.

"Suck on that for a while while you get dressed, Ben."

I traded the pink princess top for my own tee-shirt and looked for my own
underwear.  Jeff was holding them.

"I think I will hold onto these as a souvenir, Ben.  Why don't you wear
those panties home under your jeans?"  I had sucked most of the cum out of
the fabric, but it was now soggy from my saliva and the damp fabric clung
to me under my pants.

He gave me a strange look and asked, "So, do you and Mike ever..."

"No, I think he's only interested in girls." I lied without a pause.  I
figured any other answer would only make the situation more complicated.
Jeff looked almost relieved.

"And no one hears anything about tonight, Ben."

"Why would I want to cause a fuss?  Like I told you, it's our secret." I
promised.

I didn't hang around much longer after that, but took my book home to do
some studying as I waited for my well-fucked ass to leak enough cum into
the tiny panties I was wearing for another snack.

I never told Mike about what happened between me and his dad, but we
continued to get each other off for about six more months after, until he
got his first girlfriend.  Jeff went back to usually not being at home when
I was there, and when he was he stayed pretty much in the background.  I
couldn't tell if he felt guilty or just didn't want to give anything away
in front of the rest of his family, but we never got a chance for a repeat.

But I still have my souvenir, and I bet he has his somewhere too.