A Halloween Story
© 31 st October 2004 by Crackerwriter
This is a Halloween gay sex story.
The usual disclaimers apply:
There are within the story explicit descriptions of male-to-male sex, and heterosexual sexual comment, so if you are under the age of 18, or reading such material is illegal in your jurisdiction, or you find such material offensive, then please leave this story unread NOW.
Any similarities to any persons living or dead are coincidental. No inferences are implied or intended as a result of this work as to the authors likes, dislikes, or opinions of sex between males of any age, and is not intended to encourage or promote such actions. .
The story itself doesn’t mention safe sex. However, please play safe these days and use a condom where it’s needed.
The Greens at number 34 were not impressed. They spied their near neighbours, the Richardsons at 37, in their front garden and drifted over to engage them in conversation. Mrs Richardson was tending her roses.
“Bill, Mildred, hello……”
Bill Richardson had spotted them coming and muttered to his wife. “Watch out Mildred, here come the ‘Nosy Parkers’.” With a wan smile he greeted his neighbours.
“Mildred? Did you see them? Honestly! Have those boys no decency whatsoever?”
‘Those boys’ were the twins John and Drew, a pair of lively teenagers at number 33, with no concern for others in their area. They were really only ever concerned about themselves, and their newfound relationship for each other, being twins. They had a mostly identically defined sexual development, and hugely active sex drive. They’d also discovered quite early in puberty, that they were both gay. What was most disconcerting for their neighbours was that they never hid their feelings in front of others, and they were, to put it bluntly, almost embarrassingly well endowed. It was also of interest to more than a few, that they were oblivious to thoughts of modesty and were frequently to be seen around their property, stark naked, even when obviously aroused.
“Well Lucy, dear, I don’t suppose they’d be likely to take any notice of us at all, would they? They seem far too wrapped up in themselves to be bothered by anyone. You and Roger ought to just ignore them.”
Secretly, she remembered a time when she’d had a boyfriend whose body had been physically much like the boys’, and whose urgent thrusts had made her scream in ecstasy so loudly, she’d had to gag herself during sex. The thought of that time even now, made her very damp between her aging legs. She had no problem seeing the naked boys, and watching them explore each other’s bodies in minute detail. Unknown to her husband, she had spied them one day, when one was pistoning his huge erection into the other’s bowels. Her fingers had strayed between her legs and sought her own pleasure as theirs increased moment by moment, until she whimpered as her juices ran just as the one boy was in his final ecstasy of sexual union with his brother. She remembered vividly that other boy to whom she had given herself; his penis in her mouth, spurting, spurting. And she, swallowing all his life-making juices. She had enjoyed it all, no matter which orifice he used to fill her with his sperm.
Bill had never known about him… she could not even remember his name now; they had only been sixteen at the time, and now she only had the memories of the glorious sex they had shared. Bill wasn’t as daring as the other boy had been. His penis was a little smaller, but at least it was big enough to make her orgasm. Lucy was still drivelling on.
“…But something must be done Bill. We can’t just have them copulating all over the place, totally oblivious to everyone else’s feelings. They never seem to tire of it, and we’re forced to watch them whenever they feel like it, which is far too often.”
“Well, I’m not sure what we can do…”
“Oh no! Bill, look!”
As if to prove her point, Drew came running out of the house laughing, being chased by his lusty twin, their semi erect penises bobbing before them. Drew stopped and turned, facing his twin brother. Their bodies entwined as they embraced, hips and crotches suddenly grinding against one another in a frenzied passion. Suddenly John dropped to his knees and took every inch of Drew into his mouth and throat, whilst Drew slowly thrust his magnificent tool to and fro into his orifice, holding his brother’s head tightly into his crotch. Then just as quickly, he was pushing John off him and down to the ground, his penis dripping his natural lubrication, as he raised his brother’s legs and knelt between them, then swiftly impaling him completely with his sex. John let loose a blood curdling lusty cry as he wrapped his legs around his brothers back, pleading loudly for him to fuck him long and hard.
“Well really! This is just too much!”
It was for Mildred too. She felt the wetness seeping from her as she desperately tried not to get excited by the boys cries of pleasure and the sight of the urgent thrusting of Drew’s penis and his quite beautiful body as his muscles flexed. John was evidently enjoying every inch of him; his body totally surrendered in their mating!
“If none of you are going to do anything about it, then I will, d’ya hear me? I can’t stand this any longer!”
“They may not notice you dear,” called Roger as his wife strode purposefully toward where Drew was in the final throws of his orgasm, his smooth young limbs quivering with the massive surge of feelings coursing through his body.
Roger was actually quite correct. The problem was of course that one could never be quite sure which plane of existence any of them were on, even though they could plainly see Drew and John, the two boys might not be able to see them. You see they were, unfortunately, only ghosts.
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Cedar Avenue was a quiet place normally. It was in a part of town that had suffered an attack of unpopularity over the last few decades, and there were quite a few unsold and boarded up properties. They comprised homes of somewhat aging appearance and indeed one or two were in quite a bad state of repair, and were boarded up. Consequently over a period of some years, rumours had spread that they couldn’t be sold because they were haunted. Naturally this gave rise to more than a surge of curiosity come Halloween and it wasn’t unusual for a few of the more adventurous young people to sleep over in some of the deserted relics to see if by any chance the rumours were true.
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This year the weather had turned a lot colder than usual and the nighttime temperatures were quite wickedly nippy. Tom and Zak were determined not to be put off this year though. Now they had recently both turned seventeen, (their birthdays only being two days apart, they shared a party), they were allowed to sleep over other friends houses at weekends, without having to ask weeks in advance. Halloween had fallen on a Friday night this particular year, so that had been ideal. It was a simple matter to arrange with friends to cover for them if their parents got inquisitive and tried to contact them. Anyway they had their mobile phones with them, so it was unlikely that would be a problem.
The two lads were best friends at college, as they were doing the same courses, and so had the same timetables. They were both quite keen swimmers as well and frequently used the college pool in spare periods between their lectures. There weren’t many inhibitions between them and they were comfortable changing naked in front of each other. All in all they knew each other fairly well, except that is for that one small corner of their brains, which housed their sexual thoughts.
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Oh yes, there was plenty of bravado around their other friends where girlfriends and conquests were concerned, because they had secretly agreed between them that they would tell a white lie about it, so that they could concentrate on their studies and not have to worry about when or whether they would be having sex next. So they worked out convincing stories, which supported each other to make it sound like they were having a good sex life if nothing particularly special.
They were quite comfortable about this arrangement as far as each other was concerned, because it was so much easier. Neither of them was given much of an allowance by their parents, so that it saved having to worry about money too where girlfriends were concerned.
Zak’s family had vague Jewish connections and as a result had been circumcised at birth, and Zak was fascinated by the extra sheath of skin left on Tom’s penis. He dearly wanted to ask about how it felt, but thought that Tom might take this the wrong way. Actually of course it wouldn’t have been the wrong way, because Zak knew, even if he was desperately trying to deny it to himself, that he was having homosexual thoughts about Tom. When he stayed over Tom’s or when Tom stayed with him, they would sleep in the same bed, because they both had large double beds. Zak had to smuggle an old handkerchief into bed inside his boxers, because he used to have to wank himself off once Tom was asleep. He’d found this necessary after Tom had once rolled up against him in his sleep; his leaky engorged penis throbbing against Zak’s thigh. Zak had been so tempted to touch it and see if he could make him cum in his sleep, but he wouldn’t dare risk their friendship. Tom’s hot breath on his neck drove him almost insane with desire, but he was too frightened to do much other than just trace the tip of one finger over the leaking glans and collect a bit of the sticky nectar seeping from the sleeping boy. His penis had just jumped and pulsed floods of his hot cum into his boxers almost instantaneously as Tom had pressed himself firmer against him before rolling back.
And that was the irony. Tom enjoyed sleeping with Zak. He wondered how his dick must feel without the sheath of skin that he had. All that bother of cleaning carefully inside and behind the head of his cock. He thought it must be wonderful to be rid of it and have no sweaty hiding places. He was intrigued how Zak must feel when his cock became erect. He’d been curious when Zak got aroused, and he felt his own cock stiffen. He tried to tell himself it was only curiosity, and that boys his age sometimes “messed about” some, even giving each other wanks he’d heard. He wouldn’t mind that. The thought of him and Zak wanking each other got him very hard, and that scared him a bit. Why did it make him so excited? He’d been doing his homework one evening and had to go and lie on his bed and stroke himself for relief, he’d got so worked up. His cock had got so wet in his pants; he knew he just had to jerk himself off. He lay there gently working himself to full stiffness. It was so hard now it was almost painful.
He picked up a copy of Playboy magazine and looked at the centrefold. He jerked himself quicker. He started to soften. What the heck? He let the magazine fall from his hand and thought back to his vision of Zak getting stiff. Instantly it seemed he was hard. His fist flew on his cock whilst he parted his legs slightly and touched himself between his legs and imagined Zak pushing his hardness in there. With a strangled, choked moan, sperm flew in all directions as he came. His back arched from the bed and his orgasm was simply amazing. His sperm was covering his headboard, the wall behind him, his hair, face, chest, and only a little dribble left in his pubic hair. Shit! What a fuckin’ orgasm! Then it hit him. He remembered what had made him so turned on and the shame and guilt fell over his head like a cloud. He choked back a sob. “I’m fucking queer,” he thought to himself in realisation.
So the next time he slept over with Zak, whilst pretending to be asleep, he half rolled against Zak’s smooth slim thigh. He tried to control his breathing. He knew his breath would be hot against Zak’s neck, but hell… he wanted to be close to him so badly. Zak appeared to still be breathing steadily. Tom’s cock was throbbing against Zak’s thigh; he couldn’t stop it, and worse still it was seeping precum! Briefly he felt something! What was that? Had something touched the very tip of his cock? But there was no movement from Zak to take hold of him, caress his aching member. Eventually he pressed his stiff cock hard against the smooth flesh and then rolled back full of despair and went to sleep, unaware that with just the taste of his precum, Zak was helplessly pumping his pants full of his own cum.
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And so that night, even though it was getting quite bitterly cold outside in the wind, laden with backpacks, they trudged their way up to the top end of Cedar avenue towards the house they’d heard was the most haunted. The closest inhabited house was ten doors away, and the street finished at a junction in the other direction five houses away. They’d come early because they wanted to get there before someone else staked a prior claim to it. No one they actually knew had been in here before, but it had a reputation because it was really old, and looked quite intimidating frankly. They’d come up on their bikes one day in the summer during the day and checked it out. Unlike some of the ramshackle old places, this one was at least fairly sound in framework. Number 33. There were no rotten floors or stairs, so it was at least safe, and the roof had stayed pretty much intact, with only a couple of broken tiles out over the rear extension. That had mainly been due to kids climbing up on it anyway, because it had been the point of entry before someone had found a key to the rear door.
Using their torches, they retrieved the key from it’s new hiding place, known only to the interested college students, and unlocked the door. They took off their backpacks and carried them inside. They were quite surprised that it wasn’t totally full of cobwebs and spiders with dust covering everything, but it seemed that someone in recent times had had a sweep-out and clean round.
“Probably a couple of the girls being house proud,” laughed Tom. “It would have to be. No one else in their right mind would bother!”
Zak laughed. “Yeah mate, I reckon you’re right. So ok, where are we going to put our groundsheet and sleeping beds? It was a good idea bringing these inflatable types. Far better than hard floors!”
“Well, unless you want to be my pillow?”
“I didn’t say that!” exclaimed Tom, blushing. “Mind you….”
“Well… er you won’t take this wrong will you?”
“Take what wrong? You haven’t told me anything yet!”
“Well I was thinking… These inflatable beds can zip together, can’t they? And man, it’s gonna be freezing in here later on…”
“Yeah, so?” snorted Zak, barely able to conceal his hopes.
“Well I don’t mind sharing a bit of body heat if you don’t. We’d be warmer.”
“Hmm… I guess you’re right at that. And after all, we always sleep together anyway don’t we?”
“True, but we’ll have to be closer because this will be less room than either of our beds, won’t it?”
“Oh yeah. Still I suppose that will keep us warmer anyway wouldn’t it? Yeah ok, I don’t mind. We’re mates enough I wouldn’t even care if you accidentally cuddled me all night!”
“You wouldn’t?” said Tom, trying not to blush or get hard at the thought of Zak hard against him.
“Nah. For heaven’s sake! We’re close enough friends it’s a wonder we haven’t been even physically closer sometime,” he said carefully. “Some guys are.”
“Yeah… true I suppose… Is that what you’re suggesting?” His heart raced as he half hoped Zak would grab him and kiss him.
“No… just an observation. Though I might not mind if you genuinely wanted that. I’d give it consideration anyway since neither of us have girlfriends maybe…”
“If ever it happens I won’t freak on you I promise.”
“Ok, me too. Fair enough?” asked Tom.
“Yeah. How are we going to pass the time until midnight? Play cards like we said?” offered Zak.
“Sure why not?
“I suppose so, Why not? Let’s get the beds down first eh?”
“Ok. Er, are we going to stay fully clothed or…?” Tom said nervously.
“I think we ought to at first in case anything does happen and we want to go and take a look. After that well then… keep our tops on perhaps, and just down to our boxers eh? Like normal?”
“Good idea. Yeah, more comfortable to sleep like that, though maybe it would be better to keep our socks on, partly ready?”
“Yeah good thinking. Neither of us suffer with smelly feet anyway do we?” he giggled.
Tom laughed too. “Well, I’ve never been a toe sniffer, but there again, I can’t say I’ve noticed yours, no!”
They proceeded to arrange their beds, inflating them, then zipping them together and making the sleeping bag covers into one. It would be really quite snug, and they’d be very close. They had brought a limited amount of food, just to fill a few gaps and get them by until breakfast, since they’d had a good meal before leaving. They both had a flask each, biscuits and crisps – the usual kind of stuff as snacks. They had even both brought along a couple of chocolate bars each. All in all if nothing at all happened, it would be a satisfactory sleepover together.
They arranged all this in front of the sleeping area, so that they could reach it without getting up, and lastly Zak put a largish empty plastic container with a large wide lid over to one side.
“What on earth is that for Zak?” asked Tom. Zak regarded him with a wry smile.
“Just where are you going to have a piss when you need one?”
“I hadn’t thought about that. Where’s the loo?”
“I haven’t the foggiest. You think I’m going tearing round the house trying not to piss myself in the middle of the night?”
“No, I suppose not,” Tom giggled.
“It’s big enough to share if you don’t mind?”
“Course not. Thanks. That’ll be a lot easier. I quite often have to have a piss sometime in the night.”
“Well there’s only me to see you hang it out man.”
Tom laughed. “True, but I ain’t worried about you. You can always hold it for me if you want to shake the drips,” he giggled.
“Oh ha ha! Yeah sure you’d want me to!”
Tom took a deep breath. “Do you want to? Do you want me to hold yours too?”
They stood staring at each other for a few moments. Zak said nothing but blushed a little.
“OK,” said Tom, “we’d better make certain how things stand hadn’t we?” He unzipped himself and flopped his dick out. “Let it hang out man, like mine.”
Zak looked in awe at the thick boy meat hanging before him with that extra flesh he so badly wanted to feel. Unable to stop himself now, he unzipped and took out his already half-stiffened cock.
“Now then,” said Tom, licking his lips, “you hold mine and I’ll hold yours, ok? Together, right? On my count of three.” Zak was suddenly breathing heavy as they stood closer, each ready. “One… two… three.”
Each boy took hold of the other’s cock and held it firmly. They knew what would happen. They both achieved maximum erection in about ten seconds.
“That was bound to happen,” breathed Zak. “No one else has ever held my cock, and I’ve so been looking forward to that.”
“Me too. In a way, I’m glad it was you. You’re my truest friend. You like the feel?”
“Yes,” he breathed, so quietly, had it not been the dead of night you might never have heard him.
“I like the feel of yours too,” Tom whispered. “It feels like it’s covered in silk even though it’s oh so hard inside.”
Zak lowered his eyes. “I know. Yours feels just the same. This is nice.”
Without further words the two boys began to very slowly stroke each other, so that their cocks throbbed and got wet at the tips.
“Stop! Stop!” exclaimed Tom. “We know we can do this for each other now. Perhaps later yes? When we’re in… bed?” He looked deep into Zak’s eyes.
“Oh yes Tom. That would be so nice… I think I want it to be you.”
“And I trust you to do it to me as well. Ok then. When we go to bed for the night, we’ll talk then and see what we both want, yes?”
“Agreed. I wish somehow we hadn’t waited so long to talk about it. I’ll tell you more later. Let’s get comfy and kill some time.”
They removed their trainers, got into their bed and played cards, stopping to have a few snacks, and a sip of hot drink every now and then. It passed the time until the witching hour! At a quarter to twelve, as Tom’s watch beeped the quarter hour, they got up and fully dressed, putting their trainers back on, and their coats, and pulling the covers over the bed to keep what heat there was in.
“Well, I guess we’ll soon know one way or the other,” whispered Zak.
“Yup, I guess,” agreed Tom. “Two minutes.”
“Ok, let’s get to the window, see if there’s any activity outside.”
“We’ll have to clean a pane or two first,” snickered Tom, “they’re bloody filthy.”
It was true, they were. Many years of dirt and grime clung to both inside and out, and made it very difficult to see much through them at all. The church clock struck twelve, and as it did, the atmosphere seemed to change slightly.
“It’s happening Tom, I tell you. Can’t you feel it?”
“Yeah, I sure can, matey. I think instead of a plastic bottle we’d have done better t have had a bucket to crap ourselves in!” he joked. “Look! Over the road!”
They looked across the other side of the road and there were apparitions of an old couple making their way over the road from what must be number 34 to a near neighbour just up the road, two houses away at 37. Sure enough there were a couple more elderly people, a man and wife presumably, tending to their garden. The woman seemed to be pruning her rose bushes. They stood chatting, the woman who had crossed the road, waving her arms about and pointing in their direction.
Suddenly they could hear faint ghostly laughter from within a part of the house, and right in front of their eyes, right outside the window appeared two boys about their own age! Tom looked at Zak wide-eyed, as they realised the boys, evidently so much alike they had to be twins, were not only stunningly beautiful, but were stark naked! They held each other in a passionate kiss and their bodies writhed together, in an obviously sexual way. Then one of the boys dropped to his knees and took the other’s penis right into his mouth. The boy standing started to slowly fuck his throat.
Tom and Zak realised they were both as hard as could be now, and were getting a little wet. By mutual consent it seemed, their hands wandered to each other’s erections and held them, as they huddled together watching the spectacle before them.
Then they saw the boy still standing, push his brother off his dripping penis. It was leaking precum like mad and was fully engorged. They watched fascinated as the boy pushed his brother to the ground and got between his legs, and then impaled him in one thrust with his turgid weapon. The other boy opened his mouth in an apparent silent scream and closed his legs behind his brother’s back, pulling his thrusting cock deeper inside him.
The angry woman started walking toward them and arrived a little late since the boy on top had evidently just orgasmed incredibly hard inside his brother. They were fully tied, and totally ignored her. She stood there evidently shouting something at them, and waving her arms around, until one of them seemed to notice her for the first time. He obviously said something back, which shocked her, as she stood fully tall as she was and it was impossible not to lip-read what she’d said. Just two little words, which described her feelings exactly: “Well really!” She turned around and stomped off. The two boys got up laughing, and to Tom and Zak’s horror made straight for the wall next to the window and walked straight through it.
For a moment it was though they stood frozen in time, hands in each other’s crotches, just staring at the apparitions that had come through the wall and now stood near them, watching them appreciatively. As though to encourage them, the twins held each other’s cocks too, and were soon both fully erect once more, starting then to masturbate each other. They gestured that Tom and Zak should join in and do the same.
Tom looked at Zak, and Zak searched for hope in Tom’s face.
“Should we?” Tom whispered.
“Why not? We would have done later wouldn’t we? Isn’t that what we both really wanted?” asked Zak, almost afraid to be the one to suggest it.
“Zak, forgive me. I’ve been wanting to do it with you for ages.” Tom’s eyes searched Zak’s face for some sign of approval, and found it as a small smile appeared.
“In truth Tom, so have I.”
They suddenly noticed the twins were smiling at them and although now hugely erect, were just holding one another’s hands whilst their bodies pushed together, their erections duelling for supremacy.
Tom decided that now was as good a time as there would ever be. “Zak, I have to tell you something. Something that I’ve recently realised about myself when I’ve thought about you.”
A tear rolled down Zak’s face. “This isn’t easy Tom. Do you fantasise about me when you’re…. You know, doing it? Like I do about you? Tom, I think I’m…”
“…Gay? Like me?”
“Oh Zak… we should have known before, man, and talked about it. No wonder we’re best mates and stick together doing everything together, except perhaps until now, sex?”
“Is that what you’d really like too Tom? I’ve even dreamed about you, well… oh hell… fucking me even. There! I’ve admitted it to you!”
“I fantasised about you doing the same while I had a wank the other day. I never had such a powerful orgasm! That’s when I realised I couldn’t deny it anymore. I’m queer Zak.”
Zak smiled gently. “Like me then.”
They looked at the two boys who had big smiles on their faces now and seemed really happy. Then the twins looked at each other and slowly kissed before turning back and gesturing for the boys to do the same.
Tom and Zak looked steadily at each other.
“Do you want to Zak?”
“Of course silly! I’ve been waiting for this fantasy to come true for ages now!”
“I might not be very good Zak. I’ve never done a real kiss with a boy before, - or anyone come to that!”
“Well that makes two of us! I’m going to enjoy learning though, especially with you. Let’s let our cocks touch each other too, while we kiss shall we? I think that would just feel so good.”
And so Zak’s and Tom’s most private parts touched for the first time as they came together, and they both knew then that this was truly what they wanted most. Another boy. As their lips touched for the very first time, they shared the same sweet breath and their love for each other began.
That night, with the twins showing them how, they eventually made love to each other for the first time. A very red faced Zak had produced a tube of lubricating jelly, as he explained, ‘just in case’. In their passion for each other, they used most of it that night, and as they lay at one point in their bed, with Zak having made Tom have an immense orgasm by being embedded in him, and still lying on top of him after, just resting, Tom laughed.
“This is how I fantasised what you just did to me. It made me have an equally passionate orgasm then too. Stay in me for as long as you can Zak. You feel so good, so right, inside me. I don’t honestly know whether it’s lust or love, but I like whatever feeling this is.”
“Me too Tom. Can you still do it to me again? I can’t tell you how good it felt, knowing I’d finally really given my body to you. It feels good to me too Tom, especially when you thrust yourself right in me. I want us to stay together Tom if you will? I mean as boyfriends. No one else has to know anyway do they? I don’t think we’d better go round kissing in public yet anyway!”
“True! Well we certainly learned a thing or two tonight didn’t we? Hey! Where have the twins gone anyway? It seems kind of different in here too. Were they really here? Or did we imagine it?”
“Well I remember it all quite clearly. Yeah, sure they were here.”
As if on queue, the ghostly apparition of Lucy came into the room and stared at their naked forms tangled in love together despite the cold. There was no sound, but her lips unmistakably mouthed the words:
Tom and Zak burst into laughter.
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A happy Halloween to all of you that indulge.
Personally, I’ll be turning out the lights, locking the door, and hiding in a dark corner…….!
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