Date: Tue, 14 Jul 2009 14:40:56 -0400
From: Jake Toksmer <jtoksmer@gmail.com>
Subject: College and Grad School 29

Thanks, everyone, for being patient.  I know I've slowed down in publishing
chapters, but life just continues to be busier and busier (as I'm sure you
can all relate).


Chapter 29: Halloween


Halloween!  In many ways, my Halloween was very similar to being trapped
under the bed.  Not entirely, though - Halloween is one of those rare
occasions where we all get to act as crazy as we want and have little or no
repercussions.

About a week before Halloween I was sitting on the couch when Bobby and his
girlfriend of the week walked in.  I don't mean to belittle the
relationships that Bobby had, but they just never lasted very long.  This
girl - Bethany - was cute and nice, but nothing special.  I think a lot of
the girls Bobby dated he wanted simply for their bodies.  He called them
"my girlfriend," but he didn't really mean it.

Anyway, Bethany was, like my friend Amy, involved in theater.  And since I
was close to Amy and Bobby, it meant that the four of us were spending a
lot of time together.  It was a good time - nothing was happening between
Amy and me, and I'm pretty sure that Bethany knew why.  Whether it was
because Amy told her or not, I have no idea, but that's my guess.  I liked
to think that Bobby already knew I didn't go after the girls, but he was
actually still clueless.

The four of us were out one night having sushi and drinking sake - it was
nice for everyone to be legal drinkers, and enjoy alcohol like adults - and
like every sushi meal in the history of the world, the topics of
conversation eventually included the fish we were eating, then disgusting
fishy tastes, then fish that were disgusting, then disgusting things with
fish.  We ended up discussing *Jaws*, and with Halloween just a week away,
our talk combined the two.

"Ooh!  I've got a great idea," Bethany said, "let's dress up as Jaws
victims!"

"That'd be cool, but what would we do?  Like fake blood'n'stuff?" Bobby
asked.

Amy, who had a gift (and knew it), said, "Oh hell no!  I'll get some of my
makeup and maybe procure some from the department and make us look like
we've been seriously chomped."

"You could do that?" Bobby asked.

"Yes, she can," Bethany and I both said.  We had seen what Amy could do,
and we knew she was very talented.

"Yeah, I can do it.  What do you guys want?" she asked.

"Well, what are we going to be dressed up in?" Bobby asked.  "Duh, our
bathing suits, silly," Bethany said.  "So what do you want to look like?"

"Oh!  Oh, I get it.  Um... well, some blood and guts, I guess," he said.

Amy asked him, "That's it?"

"Well, I don't know what to ask for."

I did, though - I thought it would look fantastic so I spoke up, "I think I
want a big damn bite right out of the middle of my body.  Like, from here,"
and traced a line up from my left hip towards my right shoulder, "up here,
and back down again," and I drew a line with my hand from there up towards
my right shoulder and back down.

"Ooh!  I like that," Amy said, "I can do ribs and spilt guts.  It'll be
awesome!"

"Seriously, you can do that?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah, piece of cake," she said.

"Oh, then I suppose a bite or two, too," he said.

"I think I should have bloody hands and feet - like stumps!" Bethany said.

"Cool.  And Bethany, you can do mine... I think it'll be simple, like bites
on my legs and one on my side, or something.  I'll draw it up so you can do
it easily," Amy said.  Bethany was confident that she could do it, and so
we were all set for our Halloween costumes.

We had a party to go to, too.  One of Bobby's friends had rented a place
that was well beyond the other side of campus.  Free booze, invitation
only, and even if you were invited, if you weren't in a costume you weren't
going to be allowed in.  But it was a big party - there were going to be
about two to three hundred people there.  He was sure that the
invitation-only aspect was not going to be adhered to, but checked just to
make sure.

Bobby asked and we received formal invitations for it - just in case - and
the night before Amy emailed her drawings to us.  They looked cool and we
were going to be really gory.  I was pretty excited about it.

I woke up the next morning and went to my Tuesday class like normal and
then went home.  We were supposed to go over to Amy's at 2PM - she said it
was going to take a long time to get our makeup put on and completed.  I
got home right before Bobby.  I had stripped down and was on my way into
the bathroom and asked Bobby if he was going to shower and shave
beforehand.

"What?  Why?" he asked.

"Well, Amy told me that the makeup wouldn't work great on hair and that
it'd be best if we were clean."

"Oh, okay.  Well, I'll be in there in a minute," he said.

So I went in and tossed my towel over the shower wall.  Bobby came in a
minute later in his boxers, laughing as I got the razor and sighed.  Both
Bobby and I had been members of swimteams before, and at least the two we
had been parts of, there were shaving parties.  Now, a lot of them were
co-ed and didn't include the nether regions, but occasionally they were
single-sex and that was what we did.  And so I proceeded to shave all the
hair off of my body, not that there was much of it to begin with.

Underarms, the maybe three light brown chest hairs, and the bit of a trail
that starts just below my navel and goes down to my pubic hair... all gone.
I went ahead and shave off the fuzz on my thighs as well, since part of the
design for me also included part of my left leg.  Bobby, meanwhile, shaved
his chest - he didn't have much hair either, but definitely more than me.
He didn't bother with his legs or anything else, though, and just laughed
at me the entire time.

I hopped into the shower and cleaned myself off, then dried off and went
back to my room.  I got dressed and then came back into the living room.
When Bobby came out of the bathroom, in nothing but a towel, he asked why I
had shaved off everything.

"Well, mainly because I don't want anything to peek if my suit rides up or
something," I said.

"Oh!  Are you wearing one of your team suits?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm thinking a red one.  I have a couple of them, so it doesn't
matter if it gets ruined."

"Cool.  I think I'm going to stick to a regular suit, though."

"Really?" I asked.  "That's not very 1975 of you.  Unless you have a really
short suit!"

"Haha... hmm... you know, I've got one that's old that I might not really
fit into, maybe I'll wear that."

He went into his room and came out in a small yellow suit that looked
ridiculous.  Bobby was in great shape, though, so it worked, but it was
really funny.  He got a little embarrassed when he looked in the mirror,
however, and decided against it.  He had several, so he didn't care.  He
picked an orange one and we left.

We got to Amy's and she already had her "leg" bite done.  It looked
fantastic, too.  It looked like she had been bitten and was very
three-dimensional, but with no prosthetic attachments.  We wouldn't have to
worry about stuff falling off midway through the night.

She offered us a drink or two - it was going to be a party night.  She was
refraining until we were all done, but she said there was no reason for the
two of us not to start.  So we each had a shot of vodka while we waited for
Bethany to arrive.  She got there a few minutes later, right about the time
that the vodka hit.  I took one more shot for fun.

The three of us brought our bathing suits out - Amy was already in hers.
We grabbed the scissors and box-cutter and all went to task shredding our
bathing suits a little bit to make them look like they had been torn by a
bunch of razor-sharp teeth.  I had a few slices in there, careful not to
put them where people might see ass-crack or I might fall out at an
inopportune moment.  The girls laughed, and Bobby did again, at the thought
of me wearing a speedo (and nothing else).

"Okay, Jake, yours is the most complex, so let's start with you," she said.

So I took my shirt off and dropped my shorts (I was wearing shorts because
it was about 80 that day, despite being Halloween).

"Um, undies, too, Jake," Amy said.

"Oh, sorry," I said and dropped them down, cupping my dick and balls in my
hands and kicking my underwear off.  Bobby lived with me, and as we all
know nudity in our apartment was no big deal.  Bethany, however, cracked
up.

Amy looked at her.  "What?  His goes down here," she said, running her hand
down my side, "and if his bathing suit is torn there, there needs to be
makeup so it is clear he's a victim of Jaws."

"Yeah, I just think it's funny.  Whee!  No underwear, just like that, haha!
Boys are silly," Bethany giggled.

So I stood in front of Amy while she got her makeup ready, still covering
up.  Bobby and Bethany, meanwhile, walked over to the couch and sat down.
My ass was to them, and Bethany couldn't stop laughing.

"Okay, left hand to your side," Amy said, "so I can make this look
natural."  She needed me to stand normally so that she could accurately
draw on my skin where the ribs, guts, and blood splats were going to go.
Torn tissue, skin looking like it was hanging by a thread, exposed bones
and organs... she drew it all on me there, paying no attention to the fact
that I was naked.

But why would she?  I haven't mentioned it, but Amy was a lesbian.  She had
no interest in my naked body, and it did nothing for me to be standing
naked in front of her.

She had me turn to the side and drew on the side of my body, then around to
the back, and I was then facing the middle of the room.  Bobby and Bethany
were facing the television, so I was off to their right side and they
couldn't see me without turning around.  Nevertheless, they kept stealing
glances.  Well, Bethany was.  It made me laugh, too, I had to admit,
standing there naked and covering my package with my right hand.  It was a
good thing I was feeling that vodka.

Eventually she was done - it took ages, but she finally had everything
drawn, colored in, and set.  She dusted me down with some talcum powder so
that it wouldn't crack, and I trotted off to the bathroom to check out her
handiwork.  I might have been tipsy from the two shots of vodka an hour
before, but I could see she had done an amazing job.  It really looked like
a shark had come up and bitten along my side, going from left upper-mid
thigh and the base of my ribcage, and arching up from those two spots to
meet in a point just to the left of my right nipple.  It was cool and
looked really realistic - by which I mean it didn't look realistic at all.
Total Hollywood.  The back was much the same, and she managed to avoid
getting makeup in the crack of my ass (barely) and was about two or three
inches away from my dick on my front.

So I went back out into the living room, covering myself again, and she was
working on Bobby.  I grabbed my bathing suit and Amy said no - I shouldn't
put it on just yet as the makeup could dry a little bit more and not get
all over everything or smudge.  So unless I couldn't stand it, it'd be
better if I could stand that a bit longer.  No biggie, really, though I
kept my hand where it was, unless I needed to use both hands, in which case
I kept my backside to everyone.

Bethany helped Amy paint Bobby, finishing him in a little less than
forty-five minutes.  As he just had two big bites - one in the middle of
his chest from the side and one down his leg - he had been in his boxers
the whole time.  And he only needed to shred the right leg of his suit,
since that was the leg that looked like it had been stripped of flesh.  He
had concentrated on that leg, but there were a couple other slashes.

Amy told me I could put my bathing suit on then, so I did.  I had shredded
it perhaps a little two much, but it looked pretty cool.  I concentrated on
the left side, and had gone down through the elastic in the leg hole a few
times, creating strips of fabric that revealed more of Amy's design and a
bit more of my painted skin.  I thought I might have overdone it, but this
suit had held up for a long time, so I wasn't worried about it.

Bethany finished Amy's drawing on her shoulder and her other arm.  She
basically had a bite out of her left arm, her right shoulder and upper arm,
and her right calf.  She shredded her bathing suit a lot - it was a one
piece - and cut the strap over her right shoulder.  It meant that her boob
could theoretically pop out at any moment, but she really didn't care.  She
thought it was hot - and honestly, it was.  She might have been a lesbian,
and I a gay man, but seriously, she was smokin'!

She then turned around and worked on Bethany.  Bethany was already in her
bikini, and in handling her Amy definitely blushed a few times.  Bethany
noticed, I think, but definitely didn't say anything.  I noticed, and just
winked when Amy looked over at me.

I knew I wasn't allowed to sit on the couch while she finished up, so I sat
down on the floor.

Amy finished Bethany's and we were ready to go.  We each had another shot
of vodka or two before slipping on our shoes and heading out the door -
shoes instead of flip-flops because of the possibility of broken class or
getting our feet trampled on the dance floor.

We were a gruesome bunch.  Amy had done an incredible job!

We walked down the street - it was about a half-mile to the bus stop.  We
had agreed to take the bus since we had all had that vodka.  We waited for
the campus bus to show up and when it did, what a reception we got.  People
loved our costumes and really complimented Amy, as we pointed out it was
all her.  We made it to campus without incident, though plenty of catcalls
and a bit of pinching - my ass was going to be sore, but in the wrong way,
if this kept up.

A bunch of people got off the bus, so the four of us sat down.  It felt
strange to be sitting on that plastic seat with nothing but a speedo on.
But at the same time it also felt like I was dressed with all that makeup
on.  We all laughed, just at the sheer ridiculousness of it.  More and more
costumed people got on as we made our way across campus, though most were
far more dressed up than we were, but no one had as good of makeup as we
did.  Our costumes were really outstanding.

When we got to the end of the bus line, there were several people that got
off with us, all heading to the party.  There were monks, football players,
doctors, naughty nurses, cheerleaders - you name it, they were there.  We
went over to the old warehouse that Bobby's friend or friends had rented.
It looked innocuous from the outside, but inside it was a kick-ass haunted
Halloween party raging.

The decorations were insane, the bar was clearly fully stocked.  There were
tons of people inside already and plenty were dancing on the dance floor.
We went in and got into it, grabbing a couple of drinks and heading over to
a table.  We were called over to someone who I hadn't met before, who was
judging costumes.  We got some good reviews.

After another drink we had to go out onto the dance floor.  I got into it
and was dancing, Amy in front of me kicking up a storm.  There were tons of
people out there, bodies smashing together and getting all kinds of sweaty.
I could feel people rubbing up and down on me, but I didn't develop a
hard-on or anything, probably because of the alcohol.  But I certainly felt
a few hands on me, dancing out there in that tiny bathing suit.

We danced and drank and our costumes held up - Amy knew what she was doing
and despite the sweat that was pouring off of us, the makeup didn't smear
or wash away as far as I could tell - though I was pretty drunk.  We were
having a blast.  After about an hour, I had noticed my costume loosen a
little - a few more places along the leg-hole elastic that I had nicked,
near where I had cut through, finally broke loose.  No worries, though, it
was still attached at the waistband.

Another drink, another set of songs to dance to.  Eventually, some of the
elastic on the right leg started to go, too.  But it was fine.  Things were
still attached like normal, though I was certainly showing some skin.
Finally we all took a break, and after going through the bar line again, I
returned to our table to sit down for a few minutes.

As I sat, I felt a big pop.  The elastic in the waistband, right along the
left side of my waist where I had apparently nicked it at Amy's, snapped.
And both sides flew away from each other.  I looked down and then pointed
it out to Bobby, Bethany, and Amy.  They all laughed - as I did!  Now I was
wearing half a speedo at this big Halloween party!

I tied the ends together as best I could and that sufficed.  We went back
out onto the dance floor and danced for another forty-five minutes or so.
I didn't even notice that just behind the not, the elastic snapped again.
It wasn't until I was walking off the dance floor that I realized my little
speedo was now barely covering my dick and exposing about half of my ass.
I decided to sit out of dancing for the rest of the night, though I was so
drunk I couldn't help but dance a little bit by our table.  A few people
walking by managed to scream over the music that they liked the costume,
and a guy and a girl who I had seen earlier making out both told me I
looked hot before running their hands up my nearly naked body.  Both of
them caressed my ass, which made me feel awesome.

Nothing happened from that, though I did re-tie the elastic on my left side
after they walked off, unknowingly straining the elastic to its breaking
point.

Eventually the night ended for us - it was about 3AM and we were exhausted.
We stepped out into the parking lot and it was sooooooo cold.  It might
have been 80 during the day, but by this time of night it was more like 45.
We were all shivering.  Can you blame us?  We were in bathing suits - I was
in a speedo that was by now little more than a rag held together by some
failing elastic.

The charter bus that the party planners had hired to drive to and from
campus finally showed up and we got on with about twenty other people who
were all heading home at the same time.  We were all drunk - and apparently
this was the first time some people had seen my costume.  With the alcohol
and the end of the night fast approaching, there were a lot of "touchy"
people, with several snaps of my waistband.

Since it was a slow ride to campus - the driver went the most bizarre way -
it eventually happened again.  One girl stuck her finger in my waistband
and snapped at it.  And snap it went - it broke right behind the second
knot I had made.  As I was holding onto the rail above my head with both
hands and was a little drunk, I kind of just watched as the front bit fell
forward and felt the back half sling around the back of my body.  This time
it was more dramatic as the two knots pulled at the front of the suit,
thanks to the extra weight.  My dick was about to be on display if I didn't
do something.

So with one hand I did what my drunken mind thought was the best idea - get
rid of the two knots.  I pulled at them together and they ripped away from
the rest of my speedo.  However, this meant that there was not nearly
enough fabric to try to tie it back together, not by a long shot.
Fortunately, there was no worry, my dick stayed covered.  My ass, however,
was pretty well exposed.  I actually took what fabric there was and tucked
it into my ass-crack.  Kind of stupid, but held at least the right side
taut and, with any luck, anyone looking at the costume would not notice the
bare skin on the left side without being more occupied with look of the
painted shark bite.

No one probably would have known at all were it not for the fact that
EVERYONE was watching and laughing.  I was, too, I have to admit.

When the bus dropped us off at its last stop on campus before returning to
the warehouse, we got off and the four of us stood around talking with some
other partygoers until we realized again how cold it was.  They kept
complimenting our costumes - or our makeup, since that's mostly what my
costume was at this point.  We kept applauding Amy.  Anyway, as cold as it
was, Bethany, Bobby, Amy and I started walking back towards Amy's.  That's
where all of our stuff was, so might as well.  We were still having fun,
but were definitely winding down.

With about a mile to go (when we boarded earlier, that was a campus bus
that picks up well off campus; we came back on a bus that ended its run at
campus), Bethany got a bit of a drunken second wind, one that was really
into my torn suit.  She snapped at the other side a couple of times, but it
wasn't coming loose - it fell a little bit, but didn't actually come apart.
But she kept at it.  To protect myself I tried to tie what was left back
together on my left side, somehow thinking that was a good idea.  Well, it
wasn't - there just wasn't enough fabric - and the entire thing tore again,
leaving me with a smaller flap on the front, not really covering me much at
all any more, and a knotted bit pulling down the back more than it had
before.

"Penis!" Bethany shouted, excited that there was finally some nudity now
that she was well and truly sloshed.  She snapped at it again and my whole
suit fell down, barely staying attached to my leg but leaving me
essentially naked.  I tried to put my hand up to cover myself, and get the
suit to slide back up, but it just wasn't happening.  Alcohol and fatigue
after the party were clearly catching up to me, and I decided it just
wasn't going to happen.  So I let the suit dangle around my leg while I
cupped my dick and balls in my hands, which I mainly did for the rest of
the way home, occasionally forgetting and dropping my hand until I heard a
car approaching.

It was 4AM by the time we got to Amy's and I just wanted to get home.  It
was pretty cold so I definitely put my shorts back on.  I didn't put my
shirt back on - I didn't want to get any loose makeup on it, so just the
shorts.  And then I started walking home.  Bobby and Bethany broke off
about halfway there and went to her place, while I went on.  I got there
and, of course, all of the lights were out.  I went inside and Bobby and
Will's bedroom door was wide open, as was Dave's and mine.  I was the only
one home, so I went ahead and hopped in the shower with the mineral oil Amy
had told me to pick up to get all of the makeup off.

I showered and got all of it off.  My shower took ages, actually, but when
I was satisfied that I was clean, I went ahead and stepped out and dried
off.  I walked into my bedroom and literally fell onto the bed, asleep in
less than ten seconds.  I remember it was sometime after 5AM, but was out
instantly.  When I woke up, I was still lying on top of the covers, naked.
I rolled over and saw that the door was closed, and even though I couldn't
remember if I had done that or not, I fell back asleep.  I woke up way too
soon again and it was about noon.  I got up, pulled some jeans on, and
walked out into the living room.  Will was home, but no one else was.  He
asked if we had had a good time the night before and when I had gotten
home.  I grabbed a Coke and sat down on the couch, telling him about it and
that I thought it was sometime around 4:30-ish when I had walked in.  He
asked if I was drunk, since when he got home he checked and saw that I was
home, asleep, on top of the covers, and sans clothing.  He had closed the
door, for which I thanked him, and then told me about his night.

It was Wednesday, so after getting some lunch I went to class in the
afternoon.  I wasn't expecting to be a big celebrity, but a couple of
people that I didn't know shouted out, "Hey Jaws Dude" as I walked to
class.

It was a good Halloween.