Date: Sat, 30 Oct 2004 17:13:29 -0500
From: Russell S. <res1961@airmail.net>
Subject: Trick or Treat

TRICK AND TREAT

Russell S.  res1961@airmail.net

(M, M) Explicit sexual situations between consenting adult males; if
that's not your type of thing you might want to seek entertainment
elsewhere.


Trick and Treat

        Halloween had always been a big deal in the area, I guess because
it's akin to Gay New Years or something. Whatever the reason, it always
seemed to bring out a crowd after dark on October 31.  It also didn't
hurt that it was a college town full of young students, gay and straight,
looking for any excuse for a party.  If they got the chance to dress up
and play make believe so much the better.  Especially if some of the
self-labeled straight boys wanted to pretend to be gay for at least one
night.
        I moved into an apartment right after leaving college and picked
the place to live specifically because it was part of the gayborhood. I
was one of those cocky, out, in-your-face kind of gay boys, masculine
enough not to stand out in a crowd of heteros, but good looking enough
nobody was usually surprised when they found out I like other boys, a
fact I wasn't ashamed to talk about.  The area I'd chosen wasn't the
cheapest, but I wanted to be in the middle of it all; the restaurants,
the bars, the shops, the gym, even the cruise spots near the park and
running trail. I've been here two years now and have seen plenty of
things going on around me, sometimes even involving me. One of those
times was last weekend, Halloween.
        It's pretty well known most all the apartments and houses within
several square blocks are populated mostly by gays and lesbians, which
seems to add a festive tone to Halloween. There are several families with
kids close by, but even more from outside the area show up for candy
knowing how much the neighborhood gets into celebrating.
        This year, along with the little kids knocking on the door and
ringing the bell every five minutes, I got a pleasant surprise. A group
of college-aged boys and girls, all in costumes of varying degrees of
decadence. Plunging neck lines showing almost their entire breasts and
skirts with hems short enough to show their ass cheeks seemed to be the
favorite of the girls, each with an accompanying boy dressed as a pimp.
Only one boy stood out, partly because he didn't have a half-drunk girl
on his arm, but more so because he was dressed in nothing but sandals and
a loin cloth. Lucky for him it had turned into an unusually warm
Halloween. He looked about twenty years old, smooth skin from face to
toe, muscular, but in a boyish way, topped with a thick, dark mane of
longish, wavy dark hair. His Tarzan costume totally suited him. I
shouldn't fail to mention he was cute as hell.
        My gaydar went off immediately as I looked him over, practically
ignoring the other students. I'm not one to be shy and it was obvious I
was checking him out, but what else would he expect coming into the
gayborhood dressed like that? He smiled at me, but blushed at the same
time and turned his eyes away from me.      One of the girls stopped
giggling long enough to say something.
        "Hey, give us some candy!" she spurted out before collapsing back
against her escort in another fit of laughter. I looked at her and
smirked, not totally hiding my disgust for drunk females.
        "What're the magic words?" I asked, looking first at her, then
back into Tarzan's eyes.
        Almost in unison the whole group shouted, "TREAT OR TREAT!" They
were definitely having a good time and I couldn't help but smile again.
        "Ok," I said, giving in to their demands, "here you go," holding
out a large bowl of tiny candy bars and other treats. They each took a
couple of pieces, impressing me with their lack of greed in that respect.
The last one to approach was Tarzan.
        As he reached for the bowl I looked into his eyes. "Hey," I said,
giving him the standard 'I think you're totally hot, but I won't say it
out loud just yet' acknowledgement.
        Looking up from the bowl he smiled and answered. "Hey." He
dropped the treats into a plastic bag, but lingered slightly, continuing
to stare. The others had already turned away and were headed for the next
door down.
        "Sorry for the girls," he offered. "We've been partying for a
while."
        "No problem," I replied. "You more than made up for it. Hot
costume. Or lack of one."
        It was Tarzan's turn to laugh. "Thanks, but I feel kind of silly
in it."
        I smiled at him. "You shouldn't, you're a hottie."
        "Thanks," he repeated, "so are you." That's when I saw him look
down and realized I was tenting out the front of my shorts a couple of
inches. It didn't help that the material was thin and I wasn't wearing
underwear.  Of course, neither was he, but something was holding his dick
down under the loin cloth. I wondered if he was getting hard, too, but
too constrained to show it.
        Another few seconds went by as we kept up the eye contact and my
cock became totally hard. I reached down and adjusted it into a
comfortable position.
        "Fuck," I heard him say under his breath. "I better catch up with
my friends or I won't have a ride back."
        Smiling a final time I said, "Yeah, don't want to get left behind
in this neighborhood, something might eat you."
        "Ha ha ha," he laughed again. "Hot and a sense of humor, I like
that."
        I watched as he walked away, admiring his legs and bubble butt
tense and relax as he walked quickly to regroup.  After he was out of
sight I shut the door hoping the next bunch wouldn't show up until my
dick deflated.


        I ran out of candy about an hour later and turned off the light.
I hadn't made any plans with friends, for some reason nobody had planned
any parties of their own this year. For another hour I sat at the
computer trying to interact with guys logged into a local gay chat room,
but, as usual, no one was saying much. The weekend had one more day to go
and I was hoping to make it a little more eventful. I'd been chatting
with a guy with no pic, but a profile that showed promise, for maybe ten
minutes when the doorbell rang. I knew the light was off, the candy was
gone, so I ignored it. There wasn't any reason to open it just to tell
some kids they were out of luck.
        Thirty seconds later it rang again, but again I ignored it.
"Figure it out," I said to myself, "there's nothing left, dumbass."  Then
it rang again. And again.
        Getting up and walking to the door I looked out the peephole and
saw the silhouette of an adult. A neighbor, I wondered? Or someone with a
lost kid? I turned the deadbolt, twisted the knob, and opened the door.
        "Damn," I said, looking at the person on the other side of the
threshold. "Uh...I mean, hey, Tarzan."
        "Hey," he said in turn, looking and sounding slightly nervous.
"I'm glad you're still home."
        "What's up?" I asked. "Lose your friends somewhere?"
        "No, I...uh...I just came back."
        All manner of thoughts hit my brain, mostly of them having to do
with sex and this college boy. I didn't get the impression when we'd met
earlier that he was interested in anything so immediate, but my cock was
very interested, a surge of blood flooding in and showing through my
shorts just as it had two hours before.
        "Come in," I offered. He stepped into the room and I shut the
door behind us. As soon as I turned toward him he stepped closer, putting
one hand on my chest, lightly touching the material of my t-shirt.
        "God," he started, "please don't think I'm a total whore, but
I've been horny all day. Then tonight in this costume running around
practically naked for three hours in front everybody, and seeing you
before, and your cock, and...oh, shit."  He looked down to see me hard
under my shorts again.
        Without any more words exchanged he dropped to his knees and
rubbed his face against my cock through the fabric of my shorts. He
wanted more than that as his hands quickly grabbed the waistband and
pulled the shorts down to my knees. My cock briefly felt the cooler air
before his mouth took me in. It had been a while since I'd seen anyone
this hungry for cock, but that only made the situation hotter. The boy
began to suck in rhythm, up and down almost the whole length, gently
holding my balls in one hand. Wet slurps were the only sound in the room
as he gave me head.
        I was into the encounter, but if something this good was going to
happen I wanted it to last a while. Placing my hands on either side of
his head I brought him to a halt.
        "What's wrong?" he asked, wiping some spit off his chin.
        "Nothing, let's get comfortable, that's all."
        "Yeah, ok," he said, standing up. "Where's the bedroom?"
        I nodded toward the door, then reached down to pull my shorts up
far enough to walk. He waited for me to lead the way, but followed
quickly.
        Once in the bedroom, with the only light coming from the digital
clock and a few rays from the street lights sneaking between the
miniblinds, he worked to get me naked. It was swift work since I wasn't
wearing much. Shoes and socks were removed, then the shorts slid off,
finally my t-shirt pulled over my head.  Tarzan kicked off his sandals,
but I took over for him before he could remove the loin cloth, his only
clothing left between us.
        "No, let me," I instructed.  Touching his waist I could make out
a drawstring and gave it a pull, the knot opening without much trouble.
My fingers curled over the waistband and began to slide it over his ass.
This close I could tell he had a good bulge underneath, then realized the
loincloth had a jock strap sewed into it. That's what had held him down,
but now out of the way his cock took on a life of it's own, springing up
and swiping along my cheek. The whole head of his cock was wet, so was
the jock pouch. He must have been dripping precum since our first meeting
that night. My tongue licked under the head of his cock, now hard. It was
my turn to suck him, and I didn't hesitate.
        "Uhhh...mmmmm...oh," he whimpered as my lips and tongue worked
his cock. Placing both hands on his hairless ass I began to urge him on.
He soon understood and began to fuck my mouth. Sometimes he went shallow,
allowing my tongue to tickle the head of his cock, but a few times he
shoved in all the way, stretching the back of my throat to accept him.
His cock was perfect for my mouth, I could take it all without gagging,
but totally full from front to back.
        The face fuck continued for a minute or two, but he stopped me
just as I had stopped him.  I stood up and moved to him, our tongues
meeting between us just before our mouths locked together in a deep kiss.
Wet and sloppy, we tasted each other. He tasted slightly of chocolate,
probably from the Halloween candy he'd accumulated on his earlier rounds.
The kissing made my cock throb and drip, adding my precum to his, as we
smeared it between our stomachs.
        Somehow we moved to the bed as we kissed, with him on top of me.
His weight pressing me onto the mattress was pleasure in itself, but I
knew we had a lot more we could do.
        He must have been thinking the same thing when he asked me, "Do
you fuck?"
        "Top or bottom?" I asked him back.
        "Either one."
        "Cool, me too."
        "Let's fuck each other. But let me fuck you first. Is that ok?"
he asked, almost begging.
        "Sure, do it," I smiled.
        I rolled him to one side and reached down to the nightstand
drawer for condoms and lube. I handed a condom to Tarzan and popped the
lube open. I wet my fingers with lube and reached for his cock, sliding
up and down a couple of times, then turned my fingers to my own ass. I
don't get fucked a lot, but I know how to take a cock. Using one, then
two fingers, I worked the goop into my hole as I thought about getting
his cock inside me. I was ready for this fuck to happen. I ran some more
lube on the outside of the condom, which was now encasing his perfect
cock. Placing the bottle on the nightstand, I took both hands and rolled
my legs back, my knees almost to my shoulders.
        The boy moved into place, aimed his cock with one hand, and began
to push. My ass resisted at first, but suddenly yielded, letting the head
of his cock inside. It was a little much all at once, so I pushed my legs
against his shoulders to guide him in. Working together, him pushing in
and me pushing back, about a minute later his cock was buried inside me.
My own cock was rock hard, a huge glob of precum dangling off the head
which he'd pushed out as his cock went into me.  I spread my legs wider
as he started to fuck me in slow motion. My hand instinctively went to my
cock, using my natural lube to stroke.
        Tarzan held my ankles in his hands as he started to fuck in
earnest, letting his cock run the show. His eyes were closed, but his
mouth was open slightly, breathing through it. Sliding in and out of me
it was clear all he could do right now was fuck, nothing else mattered.
        My ass felt full and hot and tight as I got fucked, loving the
feeling of it. As I stroked my cock it felt even better, like he was
helping me jack off from the inside out.  I moaned at the pleasure, which
got his attention.
        "Don't cum yet, I want you to cum while you fuck me," he uttered.
        "Ok," I told him, "but if you don't stop soon I'm not going to be
able to hold back."
        He didn't answer, but his thrusting got faster and harder. I was
barely able to resist grabbing my cock again as he pounded my ass harder
and harder.
        "Here it comes!" he suddenly announced, followed by a thick,
gasping sound from his throat, almost like he was choking. Shoving hard,
he pushed his cock into me as far as possible and held it just for a
second or two, before pulling back out half way, then full in again.
Once more he held his cock in all the way, then repeated the half out,
back in movement.
        "Fuck" he groaned loudly. His breathing became heavy and deep as
his orgasm subsided. Small thrusts of his hips kept his cock deep in my
ass, pulsing behind the inner workings of my own orgasm just at the brink
of erupting.  Just as I thought I'd lose it he began to withdraw. His wet
cock popped out, leaving me empty, but it stopped me from cumming all
over both of us.
        Tarzan lay on his back next to me, still breathing hard.  His
cock had softened considerably so I reached over and pulled off the
condom, heavy with jizz.
        Leaning his head up, he looked at me. "Thank you. God damn, thank
you so much."
        I couldn't help but laugh and smile, knowing he enjoyed it so
much. He glanced further down at my cock, still hard against my stomach.
        "Fuck me before I come down too far. I want to feel your cock in
me."
        "Fuck, yeah," I said. Now it was my cock in control.
        I dropped the used condom on the floor and reached for a new one.
Already wet with lube and precum, the rubber rolled down my cock with
ease. He saw I was ready so he lifted his legs for me. I pushed a wet
finger into his hole, causing him to moan again. I was too eager for much
prep work, but I managed to add enough lube to make it a little easier
for him.
        I moved into position over his upturned butt and held my cock in
place. As it found the indention of his opening and I started to enter he
spurred me on.
        "Fuck me, man," the boy asked. "Fuck me good, I need to get
fucked."
        I didn't mean to take him too quickly, but as one of my hands
slipped from under me I plunged into his ass about half way. He took it
like a man.
        "OH, GOD," he yelped. "Keep going. Fuck me hard!"
        That was my cue to use his ass. I'd waited too long to cum
already, so I shoved in all the way, as deep as I could.
        "Fuck me!"
        "Fucking hot ass!" I exclaimed as his flesh engulfed me. It was
like he was tight and loose at the same time, taking my cock as hard as I
could pump it into him, but feeling so good I don't think I could have
stopped if I'd wanted to.
        I knew after everything else that had happened it wouldn't last
long enough. Twenty strokes in and I was ready to blast.
        "FUCK! YEAH! FUCK!"
        As I started my own orgasm and pushed into his ass ever harder
and deeper he reached for his cock and stroked it fast, his hand almost a
blur.
        "Fucking take it!" I squealed as the last shot of cum left my
cock.
        "Oh, yeah! I'm cumming," Tarzan boy cried out, his second load in
less than ten minutes spraying onto his chest and stomach.
        We both breathed deep, but said nothing.


        I offered him the use of my shower, which he accepted. As he
cleaned up I did the same as best as I could, waiting for my turn in the
shower after he was finished.
        After he finished and dried he put on his loin cloth, the only
clothing he had, and grinned when I smiled at him once more. He was just
too hot, I couldn't help but smile. We walked to the door, kissed deep
one last time, and he was off into the night, just like he'd appeared. We
didn't exchange phone numbers, or even names. It was a trick, but what a
great Halloween treat.


The End. Until maybe next Halloween.

Russell S.
res1961@airmail.net