My Date With Death
by David Heulfryn

 

It was a party I wasn’t looking forward to. My mate had booked us into a country hotel for a special Halloween Night event. To make matters worse, it was fancy dress. To make matters even worse, he had arranged a blind date for me.

“I hate parties! I hate dressing up, and I hate blind dates!” I protested, annoyed with Jai for doing this without telling me.

“I know you, Reed. You’ll complain for the first half hour, and after you’ve had a drink, you’ll loosen up and love it.”

I sighed, “I suppose I can’t pull out?”

“Is that what you told your last boyfriend?” Jai laughed.

“Oh, fuck off.” Jai didn’t care that I was gay, but he sometimes teased me about it, and I would tease him about not being able to keep a girlfriend.

We became friends when I’d had too much to drink one night at a bar, and I came on to him. He looked so handsome standing at the bar with his friends. His face looked soft and slightly feminine, his skin was light brown from his North Indian heritage, and his hair was jet black. Jai laughed off my clumsy approach, and somehow, despite my embarrassment, we became friends. Now, he was my best friend and always tried to get me to push my boundaries.

“So what am I going as? What costume do you have in mind? Or can I decide myself?” I asked, knowing how he liked to organise everything.

“I have one in mind.” Jai grinned, “A skeleton. I’ve seen this great costume for you. It’s head to toe in black Lycra with bones printed on it. You’ll look gorgeous.” Jai looked down at my crotch. “And you’ll be showing off the size of your cock, so you’re bound to cop off.”

I knew it was useless to argue myself out of the exposing costume he’d chosen.

I blushed. Jai seemed obsessed with the size of my cock and my sex life. The first time he saw me naked was in the locker room when we went to the gym. He gasped when he saw my soft six inches swinging between my legs. Jai was only a couple of inches, and he was intrigued by how much bigger my cock grew when it was hard. He admitted that he grew to six inches, and he barraged me until I admitted I was eight inches hard. Jai even wanted to see it. I refused to get hard for him, not unless he bent over for me.

“Is Heather coming?” I asked about his girlfriend.

“Yes, she’s going as a witch.” He then mumbled, “sounds about right.”

“Things not going well?” I asked.

“She’s being funny. Hardly ever wants to have sex and gets very irritable with me. I think she wants to split up. I’ve not got my end away for about a month now.” He looked frustrated. “I’ve had to go back to wanking. I’m twenty-five and have to settle with a wank. I should be fucking before I get too old.”

“Why don’t you end it and move on?” I reasoned.

“I suppose we should sit down and talk.” He exhaled.

 

Jai came around early on the day of the party dressed in his costume, a devil. He was wearing a shiny red shirt and trousers made from fake leather. I thought he’d be sweating profusely by the end of the night. He wore a pair of devil horns on his shiny jet-black hair.

“Where’s Heather?” I asked.

“She was in a foul mood, so we argued. I told her not to bother coming if she would be in a bad mood all night.”

“I’m sorry.” I smiled, “Does that mean you’ve cancelled my date?” I was hopeful.

“He’ll still be there. I’ll introduce you, but it won’t be a double date any longer.” He winked at me, “But don’t worry about leaving me alone if you and him pop upstairs and use one of the hotel rooms.”

I shook my head, “You’re a slut. I never sleep with someone on the first date.”

“That explains why you are sad and single.” He handed me my costume. It felt light and flimsy. “Okay, Reed. Put it on.” He stood watching me as I stripped down to my boxers. I was about to pull on the costume when he stopped me. “Nope, that won’t do. You need to be naked underneath, or else it will ruin the effect, and your knicker line will show.”

I huffed and pulled down my boxers. Jai looked at my soft cock. I wiggled it and let it swing. That man was obsessed with my cock. I wondered if he was actually straight or perhaps just jealous.

I pulled on the tight costume, adjusting my cock and pulled as I drew it over my hips. Jai knelt at my feet and started to fiddle with the fabric, twisting it so the bones were straight and at the front.

Jai looked up at me, “See what you do to me. You’ve given me the horn.” He wiggled his head and the horns on his head. He zipped me up the back and slapped my fleshy arse.

I insisted on putting on a coat as we left. The taxi driver laughed when he saw us and drove us to the party.

It was an old country house converted into a hotel. Decorations adorned the exterior. Large Jack-o’-lanterns sat on the steps to the door. Mannequins were dressed in other scary costumes, and a light show of scary monsters moved on the walls. We could hear the loud music as we entered through the main door. A cute waiter held out a tray of glasses filled with sparkling wine. We both took a glass, and I thanked him.

Jai necked his drink and put it back on the tray. He was more of a lager drinker. I sipped the fizz, not wanting to get too drunk.

“I’ll get us a proper drink,” Jai said as we entered the large function room and raced to the bar.

The costumes the other guests wore were gory. I saw a Frankenstein’s Monster, several witches, a few frightening clowns and plenty of fake blood. I looked around and wondered who my mystery date was. In their costumes, I couldn’t tell who was old or young. Some people I couldn’t work out if they were male or female.

Jai came up to me and handed me a pint of lager. I finished my fizz and found a table for the empty glass.

I felt a shiver down my spine and thought I was being watched. I turned around and saw someone dressed as Death. They were on their own and seemed to be looking at me. I could tell they were tall and thin beneath the black cloak, the hood obscuring their face.

I walked away, Jai following me. We went to the side, close to the dancefloor. We sipped our drinks, but Jai wanted to dance. He dragged me onto the dancefloor, and we danced. I got that feeling again. He snapped my head around and saw Death watching me dance. He was still alone.

“Jai?” I got his attention, “Do you see someone watching me in a black cloak, holding a scythe?”

Jai danced around me to look. “Nope.” He said. The music changed to a love ballad. He came towards me, grabbed my hands and pressed his body to mine, trying to slow dance with me.

“Fuck off.” I laughed as I pushed him off.

I walked back to our drinks; Jai pouted as he followed me.

“So,” I took a deep breath, “Where’s this blind date?”

Jai looked around. “I don’t see him yet.” His phone pinged, and he read the message. “Sorry, Reed. He’s cancelled. He says he met up with an old flame, and they’re just about to fuck.” Jai looked fed up. “At least someone is getting their end away.”

Across the room, I saw that figure again. I nudged Jai in the ribs. “Do you see him looking at me?”

Jai lifted his head, “Nope.”

“He’s just there for fucks sake!” I couldn’t believe he couldn’t see the dark figure.

I’d had enough. I got up and tried to walk over to them. It meant crossing the dancefloor, and a group of dancers moved and blocked my view. I pushed through and looked back at where they were standing. They were gone.

I went back to Jai, “They’re not there.”

“There was never anyone ever there. You’re seeing things, Reed.” Jai dismissed my paranoia.

Jai went to chat with a group of young ladies. I tried to get his attention, but he was too busy flirting. I went to the bar, intending to get another drink, when I saw Death by the doors to the function room. He extended a bony finger and beckoned me; I’d decided it must be male by his height. I looked around; no one else seemed to notice, or if they did, knew he was beckoning to them.

Curiosity made me go towards him. As I got closer, he turned deliberately and walked off slowly.

I followed; I think that’s what he wanted.

He walked up the main stairs. I could have caught him up, but I was reticent. I was being brave following Death. One part of me knew it was ridiculous; the other part wondered if it was true and my time had come. My heart pounded in my chest.

Death went to a door and unlocked it. He went inside, and the door stayed wide open. I reached the doorway and looked inside. I couldn’t see anybody. I gingerly stepped in and took three steps to cross the threshold.

I felt a shiver again as someone came up behind me. I felt the scythe against my neck, and I shuddered.

“Remove all clothing.” Death instructed in a deep and booming voice that reverberated in my chest.

I felt him pull down the zip to my costume at the back, and I wriggled my arms free, pulling it down to my ankles. I pulled it off my feet and threw the wrinkled garment to the side. As I stood up straight, I covered myself with my hands. I tried not to shake as he traced a bony finger down my spine until it reached the crack of my arse.

“Remove your hands.” He instructed, and I snatched my hands to the side. My cock had thickened in the exhilaration. “If you please me, you will live.”

Was this a game? The voice didn’t sound normal. If it was a game, he must have a voice changer.

I realised the hotel room door was still wide open, and anyone walking past could see my naked body. As if he read my mind, Death pushed the door closed.

“Get on the bed and make yourself hard.”

I did as I was told and started to masturbate as Death watched me. He rested his scythe against the wall and approached the bed. I kept on wanking even when I had an erection. He reached out and grabbed my cock, pushing my hands off it. He was still wearing his cloak, his face in shadow from the hood, but when he leaned forward and took me in his mouth, I closed my eyes and didn’t care what he looked like.

He took my length with ease. He was a well-practised cock sucker. He played with my balls, and I felt a bony finger creep towards my arse. The fingertip touched my hole, and I blasted down his throat. Death swallowed.

He flipped me over like I weighed nothing, and his hands pulled my cheeks apart. I felt spit hit my hole, and his finger rubbed it around it and inside it. He could tell I wasn’t a virgin by how eagerly my hole opened for him. He wasn’t gentle, though.

I felt what I assumed was his cock, impale me. He went into the hilt, fast and forceful. I grunted at the force, my head crashing against the bed’s headboard. He fucked me. He didn’t give me any chance to become accustomed to his invading cock. He ravished my hole, only concerned with his pleasure.

My cock hardened again as his cock pushed against my prostate. The force made the sensation far more stimulating, and I could feel my cock leak the remnants of my previous orgasm and the precum of a second impending orgasm.

I lay my head to one side on the pillow but still couldn’t see anything. The shrouded figure continued to pummel my arse. I squeezed my hand beneath me. My cock was hurting as it strained against my body and the mattress. I pushed it down so it lay between my legs and pointed to my feet. That felt better, and I could feel my precum flow more easily with each stab of the invading cock.

I started to groan as my balls ached and my cock throbbed. The pounding of my prostate was making cum. My cock throbbed again as I spurt onto the mattress. I had no time to recover, as Death kept stabbing my insides. Each thrust made another blob of cum spew from my cock.

Death was merciless as he kept fucking me. I was spent after coming twice and lay placid on the mattress while Death used my hole. Strangely enough, I couldn’t hear any noises from him; I could only hear my panting and grunting as his hips slapped my arse.

I didn’t have much longer to wait. Death came.

He pulled out of me and stood looking at my naked and broken body. I twisted my head to look at him. He appeared as if nothing had happened. His body was still enrobed in the black cloak, his face shielded by his hood and his scythe back in his hand.

“You did well. Your time has not come.”

The booming reverberated in my body again as he turned and left the room, shutting the door behind him. I collapsed on the bed, exhausted from his vigorous fucking. I reached behind me and felt my abused hole. It was moist and sticky. I turned over onto my back. My cock lay limp on my belly, smeared with cum, two lots of cum. The room stank of sweat and sex, so I showered in the en-suite when I’d recovered.

I don’t know whose room it was, but I used their towel and soap. I squeezed my body back into the tight-fitting skeleton costume, zipped up the back as best I could and went to find Jai.

I saw Jai sitting on the side, alone and looking drunk. I thought it would be a good time to leave. I told Jai I was getting a taxi and grabbed his phone to order it.

We returned to my place. Jai was too drunk to make it home, so I took him to my flat. He collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.

I pulled his clothes off, intending to leave his underwear on, but I laughed when I pulled down his shiny fake leather trousers and saw his shrivelled cock. There was only one bed, so I lay next to him. I didn’t bother putting any underwear on. I was too tired. I lay next to Jai, listening to him snore. I wondered if what happened tonight was real. It had to be. But I had no idea who Death was.

 

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