Trick Or Treat
by David Heulfryn

 

How many times did I have to tell them that I didn’t want to go? I didn’t have a costume, and I had grown out of the childish games of trick-or-treating at Halloween. I threw an almighty strop, the only way a sixteen-year-old boy could do. Eventually, my Dad and Step-Mum gave in and said I could stay home alone, but I had to help my little step-brother dress up.

My little step-brother was excited and wanted me to help him choose a costume. He wanted to dress up as Spider-Man, but I had to explain that Halloween was about scary things—witches, vampires, and monsters—and that he should be something scary. He growled at me, baring his teeth and pretending to have long claws on his fingers. I pretended to be scared, and he chased me around the house. His mother told us to calm down, but we ignored her.

I ran back into my bedroom and let him catch me. He jumped on me and started to tickle me. I rolled on the floor, giggling. Then I got my own back, jumped up, and started chasing him. He squealed like only a seven-year-old boy can and ran into his room. He tried to shut his door, but I barged in and picked him up. I threw him only his bed and started to tickle him. His squeals became louder and higher. Eventually, Dad came in and told us to calm down. We lay on his bed, panting and laughing.

“If I can’t be Spider-Man, I want to be a skeleton,” Toby told me.

“You just like those tight all-in-one spandex suits.” I laughed.

Toby giggled and blushed. “And you like me wearing them.”

It was my turn to blush. I didn’t know that he knew. He was a skinny cutie who loved to run around naked before and after his shower.

“It’s time for your shower, Toby, it’s nearly bedtime,” Dad said and left us alone.

Toby stripped naked and stood in front of me. “Thank you, Blake. I love you.” He kissed me on the cheek and ran to the bathroom.

I went back to my room and lay on my bed.

I heard Toby finish his shower and go back to his room. He let out a sound of disappointment. I think he expected me to still be in there waiting for him.

He burst into my room and jumped on me. He was still naked and started to tickle me. He loved this game.

I tried to grab him and push him off, but he was still slightly damp. “Pack it in, Toby. You’re like a little worm wriggling, I can’t grab hold.”

“Toby!” Dad was shouting up the stairs, “Leave Blake alone and get to bed.”

“Aah!” Toby got off me. “Goodnight, Blake.” He slunk away.

“Night, Toby. Love you.” I called after him.

Toby twisted his head and smiled at me, “Love you, too.”

I flopped back on my bed and smiled. I wished I were as cute and innocent as Toby was. I promised myself that I would always look out for him and not let anything bad happen to him. He looked up to me like a real big brother, and I pledged never to disappoint him.

 

When I left school, I walked to Cockaigne Primary and waited by the gates. It was my responsibility to look after Toby and walk him home. I watched as the kids started to leave, keeping an eye out for Toby. When we saw each other, his face lit up. He never seemed to take it for granted that I’d be waiting for him.

He ran to me, eager to tell me about his day. He always did most of the talking on the way home.

“One of my classmates was stripped and spanked for being naughty,” Toby told me as we walked.

“What did he do?” I asked.

“He wouldn’t stop messing about. Every time the teacher asked a question, he would give a silly answer.”

“I hope that never happens to you,” I said.

“I’m a good boy, Blake. I would never be naughty.” Toby grinned at me.

“Only at home.” I tousled his hair.

“His little willie got hard.” He giggled.

“I hope that never happens to you.”

Toby giggled, “It does when I’m in bed. It feels nice when I touch it.”

“Not that.” I laughed, “Every boy’s willie gets hard now and then. I meant I hope you don’t get punished like that at school.”

“Do you see boys get punished at big school?” Toby asked.

Toby was still at Cockaigne Primary School. Punishments were light. I was at the Cockaigne Academy, where punishments could be severe and long-lasting.”

“Sometimes. But you don’t want to get punished at big school. You get more than a few slaps on the bare arse.”

“Have you ever been punished?” He asked me. “Well?” He said when I wasn’t forthcoming.

“Once.” I lowered my head, ashamed. “I was spanked in front of the entire school. I was naked, and I got ten lashes with the cane.”

“What did you do?” Toby looked concerned about me.

“I was naughty.”

“How?” He was insistent.

“I got in a fight. Someone tried to bully me, and I fought back. His punishment was worse.” I looked at Toby, “If anyone tries to bully you, let me know and I’ll sort it. Don’t you get in a fight and get into trouble.”

“Thanks, Blake.” Toby hugged me. He had always been a touchy-feely boy. He was the sensitive type who sometimes attracted the wrong kind of attention, including from bullies.

I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight. I kissed the top of his head as he continued our walk home.

When we got home from school, Toby wanted to get dressed up immediately. He was disappointed that I wasn’t going with them, but I explained that trick-or-treating was for kids his age. I was too old for that. Thankfully, he bought the excuse. In truth, I was too embarrassed to dress up. I was always trying to keep my ‘cool’ persona and didn’t want to look like an idiot.

Mum and Dad weren’t back from work yet. I know she was my step-mum, but I called her Mum. My real Mum wasn’t around. Perhaps we would reconnect one day, but I wasn’t ready yet.

Toby went to his bedroom while I changed into a T-shirt and some grey sweatpants. I was hanging up my school uniform when Toby walked in. He was naked, carrying his Halloween costume.

“I want to get ready.” He jumped up and down, excitedly.

“Mum and Dad said they’ll be going out at seven, you have over three hours to go.”

“I know. But I want to get ready now.”

“Okay,” I sighed, and took the black-and-white skeleton costume.

It looked smaller than Toby. It would have to stretch quite a bit to fit his four-and-a-bit-foot height. I unzipped the back and told him to sit on my bed. I put his feet inside, one at a time, and ensured there were no creases or slack in the fabric. I told him to stand up, and I pulled the costume up to his shoulders.

“Make sure your willie is in the right place and comfortable before I zip you up. You won’t be able to adjust it later.” Toby giggled and put his hand inside. “I said adjust it, not play with it.” I laughed.

I helped him put his arms into the sleeves and zip him up. I looked at him as I turned him to face me. “We’ll put the mask on just before you go out.”

Toby smiled, “How do I look?” He went to look at himself in the mirror on my wardrobe door.

“Well,” I sighed, “You have always been skinny. I personally don’t see any difference. I can still see your ribs.”

Toby frowned, “Don’t be mean.”

I laughed, “You know I’m joking, so don’t pull the hurt little boy on me. I was doing that when I was your age. You can fool Mum and Dad, but you can’t fool me.”

Toby laughed and stood in front of me. “How do I look, really?”

I looked him up and down. I noticed the tiny bulge in his crotch. It looked like a couple of marbles and a Wotsit. “Let’s look at it this way, if I saw you coming towards me like this. I would run away.”

Toby kissed my cheek and hugged me.

We went downstairs, and I gave him a drink and a snack.

 

When Mum got home, she said I could order a pizza for dinner while they were away. Toby pouted. He loved pizza, but she said he could have one tomorrow; tonight, he would have to cope with a microwave-ready meal.

When Dad got home, he and Mum disappeared into their bedroom to get ready. They told us to wait downstairs and not hassle them. That was more for Toby’s benefit than mine.

Toby was getting bored and restless. But eventually Mum and Dad appeared. They walked down the stairs, hand in hand as Frankenstein’s monster and the bride of Frankenstein.

Mum went into the kitchen and came back with two buckets. She handed Toby the smaller one that looked like a carved pumpkin, and gave me the larger one filled with sweets and chocolate.

“This is for you. Not to eat, but for any trick or treaters.” I huffed as I took it from her. “Don’t you pretend no one is in. I’ve told all the neighbours that they can come and get some treats.”

So much for my evening alone; I was going to be answering the door every five minutes. I knew better than to protest.

Jake ran upstairs and came down holding his mask. He gave it to me and I pulled it on his head.

“Can you see okay?” I asked as I adjusted the mesh eye pieces.

“Fine. Thanks, Blake.” He turned and grabbed his Mum’s hand.

“Be good.” Dad looked back at me as they left.

The first thing I did was order my pizza. It was a busy night for them, and they told me it could be an hour before they could deliver.

Almost immediately, the doorbell rang. I had my first few kids at the door screaming, ‘Trick or Treat’. I sighed as I opened the door and just held out the bucket of sweets and chocolate. They all took a few and left. I was just about to sit down when the doorbell rang again. ‘Trick or Treat’, I heard again.

When my pizza arrived, I was on autopilot and held out the bucket of sweets. The delivery driver handed me the pizza and took a small chocolate bar.

I finally seemed to get some peace and quiet as I ate my pizza while watching some inane film I streamed. After three slices, I was full and put the rest in the fridge. I know Toby would appreciate it later.

When the doorbell rang, I grabbed the bucket and went to open the door.

“Trick or Treat!” I heard in a slow, deep voice. This was no kid at the door.

I held out the bucket as I opened the door. I was shocked to see a man wearing a skin-tight skeleton costume. He was alone.

“Trick or Treat!” His deep voice bellowed.

I looked up at his mask-covered face. He stood a good few inches above me. He didn’t move, but I could sense him glaring at me through the mesh that covered his eyes.

“Trick… or… Treat…” He said deliberately.

I didn’t know what to do. I could shut the door in his face, but would he then egg the house? Mum and Dad would be angry if anything like that happened. “Treat?” I answered tentatively.

The costumed man stepped inside the doorway.

“I’ll meet you in your bedroom.”

He sounded authoritative; I had to obey. I went upstairs, occasionally looking back at the man in the skeleton, spandex suit at the door.

I heard the door shut and the man’s dominant steps on the stairs.

I stood nervously in the middle of my room when he entered.

The figure approached me. He stood a few inches from me, and I could smell the chemical scent that his spandex costume infused the air with. He pulled my T-shirt over my head and exposed my bare chest. His fingers touched my nipples. I gasped. They were rigid, and he pinched them until they hurt.

My cock hardened, and my balls ached.

I felt nervous.

The stranger lifted my chin so I looked up to his covered face.

He pushed me to bed. I lay on my back, and he pulled down my grey sweatpants. My hard cock tented my white briefs. He pulled them down, and my hard cock slapped my belly. I was naked. My cock was hard. I had let the stranger strip me naked without any protest.

The stranger lifted his mask to reveal his lips. His chin was sharp, with a hint of stubble. He took my cock into his mouth. I gasped.

No one had ever touched my cock before, never mind sucked it into their mouth. I hoped it would be a girl, but as I felt his lips stroke my shaft and his tongue tease my knob, I didn’t care. I thrust my hips upwards, but he held them and pushed them back down. The stranger was in control.

He flipped me onto my front and lifted my hips. My knees went underneath me, and my arse was exposed.

I shivered. I was scared. I’d never been fucked before, and my arse was now exposed. My cock wilted from my nerves. But I didn’t feel any penetration. I felt his tongue on my hole. He spread my buttocks and lapped at my hole. My cock hardened again. His tongue teased and aroused me. Part of me wanted him to fuck me, part of me was afraid.

His finger poked my hole, and I felt my cock throb and spew out precum.

He grabbed my hips again and flipped me onto my back again. My cock pointed to the ceiling, my foreskin retracted, and my helmet glistening. It looked red and angry.

I don’t know what happened, but he was now naked, except for his mask, which still exposed his mouth. A light coating of trimmed hair covered his chest. I wanted to rub my hands over him, feel his hard chest. His cock looked huge and dripped precum as we looked at each other. He reached for his cock and gave it a few strokes. I watched his foreskin roll back and forth over his knob. I licked my lips; his cock looked juicy, and I wanted to taste it.

He went down on my cock, and he sucked hard. His tongue licked me, and I groaned.

I thrust my hips up. It was instinctive, rather than trying to shove more of my cock into his throat. I felt disappointment when my cock slipped from his lips, but then he sucked one of my balls into his mouth. His lips and tongue teased my testicle, and I looked down at his partially covered face and my cock, which bobbed and leaked.

There was a loud pop when my testicle left his lips. The stranger grinned at me and kissed his way up my body. He suckled on my nipples and then gently kissed my neck. But I wanted to feel his lips on mine.

His stiff cock poked my balls. He wiggled his hips, teasing them and drooling his precum over them.

I gasped when I felt his lips touch mine. His tongue entered me and played with mine. I groaned as our saliva mingled and dripped down my chin; it felt cool.

The stranger broke the kiss and straddled me. I could now reach up and feel his chest. There wasn’t much fat on the man; his muscles showed, and despite the trimmed fur, I could see the firm muscles on his belly. His hard cock lay on my chest. It must have been around eight inches long, thick and perfectly straight. I spotted a vein travelling from the base of his trimmed pubes and petered out before it reached the ridge of his cock.

My hands went down his chest, and I felt nervous before I touched his cock. It was the first cock I’d touched, except mine, of course. It felt hard and clammy. I wrapped my fingers around it, feeling its weight and girth. It was much bigger than my teenage six inches.

I still hadn’t tasted it. I let some of his precum ooze onto my fingertips, and I put them to my lips. I didn’t know what to expect, but I smelt a musk before I sucked them. Beneath me, my cock lurched, and the stranger reached behind him and grabbed it. My cock throbbed in his hand, I gasped, and I scrunched up my face as I shot cum up his back.

The stranger stroked the cum from me as the remnants dribbled over his fingers and hand. I was still recovering as I watched him lick my cum from his fingers.

My cock didn’t wilt. I ached for the man above me. He was making me feel things I never thought possible. Then he grabbed my cock again. It lurched, and I could feel a few drops of cum ooze out. The stranger lifted himself, and I watched as his stiff cock left my belly. It left a streak of precum on my skin.

What happened next shocked me.

The stranger lowered himself and guided my hard cock between his buttocks. I felt the tip touch his hole, and I gasped as my cock lurched.

I could feel the pressure of his hole as he pushed down. I gasped loudly as the head of my cock popped inside.

My head felt like it would explode. I felt the warmth and a strange moisture of his arse. It gripped my cock. It felt so much different from when I used my hand to wank, and it was a different sensation from his mouth when he sucked me.

The stranger sat on my cock, easily taking all six inches without showing any signs of pain or discomfort. He was gentle as he raised himself up and down, slowly fucking himself on my cock.

I closed my eyes. I couldn’t take in my surroundings. My entire body was centred on my cock, it was like every nerve passed through my cock, my synapses firing at random, my life now a quivering mess as he fucked himself with my cock.

His breath caught my cheek, and his lips mashed against mine. The rhythm of his hips continued as he kissed me, his tongue penetrating me.

The stranger gasped into my mouth, and I felt a wetness on my chest. I think he’d cum, but I couldn’t open my eyes to see. Our lips parted, and he rode my cock faster. I felt his wilting cock slap my belly, splashing in the pools of cum it had left behind.

My balls ached, my cock lurched inside the stranger’s arse. I knew the signs. I gasped. I tried to tell him, but the words lodged in my throat. My cock throbbed, and I screamed as I came inside him.

He rested his arse on my hips and let my cock throb against his hole, pumping my seed inside him. As my orgasm subsided, he ground his hips against me. My cock gave a final spurt of cum.

He remained seated on my hips, my cock still inside him. I slowly recovered and prised my eyes open. The stranger smiled down at me, the mask still shielding his eyes. But there was something familiar in that smile.

My cock had now softened and, surprisingly, it stayed inside him. His arse was hugging my cock.

Eventually, he raised himself and let my slimy cock slip from his arse. He left me lying on my bed, seeming to tower over me. I looked longingly at him. This man had taken my virginity.

“I should go, they will be back soon.” He said softly, and he took off his mask and gave it to me.

I looked at his face. I didn’t recognise it. He had a strong jawline. But his eyes felt familiar.

The stranger grabbed his skeleton suit from the floor.

“Will I see you again?” I didn’t want him to leave.

“Defiantly.” He smiled at me. He turned to leave again.

“I don’t even know your name,” I said.

He turned to me again. “Tobias.” And he was gone.

I rested for a few more minutes before cleaning up and getting dressed. I was coming downstairs when the front door burst open.

Toby ran inside, his plastic pumpkin bucket full of sweets. Mum and Dad followed him, looking exhausted.

“You should have come with us, Blake. It was so much fun.” Toby went into the front room and sat on the sofa, opening a chocolate bar from his bucket.

Mum and Dad saw him. “Just one more and save the rest for tomorrow,” Mum told him.

“Where’s your mask?” I sat next to him and grabbed a small packet of jelly sweets from his bucket.

“They’re mine!” Toby whined, “If you wanted sweets, you should have come with us.”

“Surely you can let your big brother have one small packet?” I smiled at him.

“Okay, just one. The rest are all mine.” He wrapped his arms around his bucket, protecting his sweets from further pilfering.

I tousled his hair; he felt cold from the evening chill. “So what happened to your mask?” I asked again.

“I lost it. I took it off for a bit and dropped it.” Toby finished his chocolate bar and leaned against me.

I put my arm around him, holding him close, trying to warm him up. I took his bucket of goodies from his grasp and put it on the side table. Toby snuggled up to me, and he fell asleep. He was exhausted.

Dad came in and saw us. “He needs to go to bed.”

“I’ll take him,” I said softly so that I wouldn’t wake him.

Toby grumbled as I got up, but he settled again when I picked him up in my arms. I held him to my chest, like a baby. My breathing and heartbeat soothed him.

I took him upstairs and to his bedroom. I lay him on the bed, not bothering to take off his costume. I pulled his duvet over him and kissed his forehead.

“Good night, Toby,” I said.

“Good night, Blake,” he mumbled and opened his eyes.

I got a flash of recognition. I recognised those eyes. I would never forget those eyes. Tobias! But the man was in his twenties. Toby was only seven years old.

“I love you, Blake.” He mumbled, closed his eyes again and drifted back to sleep.

“I love you, Toby.”

 

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