By: Ryan Michaels
ryanxxx@hotmail.com
Based
on a premise by CubShaman
There was still quite a bit of
candy left in the bowl as Kyle locked the front door and shut off the porch
light; he was happy the trick-or-treating part of the night was over because he
had his own special Halloween celebration planned.
Kyle was an attractive and fit twenty-eight-year-old
man who had been married to his high-school sweetheart for seven years. He'd
never been able to celebrate Halloween in the way he was about to because his
wife had always been home, and he knew she just wouldn't understand.
But this year things were
different; his wife had gotten a promotion at work, a promotion which also came
with a requirement to attend a yearly company seminar. And, as luck would have
it, that annual seminar was scheduled to take place during the last week of
October each year, and it was that circumstance that would finally allow Kyle
to do what he had waited many a Halloween to do.
At last, the wait was over and Kyle
didn't waste any time, excitedly rubbing his hands together before he made a dash
for the kitchen.
Once there, he went over to a
drawer, grabbed a knife, and then proceeded to carve a round hole into the side
of the pumpkin that sat atop the kitchen counter.
Finished, Kyle placed the knife
on the counter, took a step back, and grinned at his creation. He then shoved
his hand into his pants pocket and withdrew a joint and a lighter. Waiting to
smoke up until after he carved the hole in the pumpkin meant Kyle would have to
wait just a little bit longer to get started with his special celebration, but he
figured it would be a lot safer handling the knife BEFORE he got high.
After moving over to the sink and
washing the roach down the drain, Kyle turned back to the counter where the
pumpkin sat, and he grinned again as he looked at it once more. However, this
time that grin barely had time to creep all the way across his face before he
was unbuckling his belt, unzipping his fly, and pawing at the button on his
jeans.
As gravity took his jeans down
around his ankles, Kyle yanked his tighty-whities down to his knees revealing
his already hard seven-inch rod that was already leaking clear liquid from its
tip. That prick of his was uncut and thick, too, and he had big low-hanging balls
to go with it, and he kept those big balls shaved and his bush trimmed short.
He also had an ass that many gay men would probably just want to dive right into
– with their mouths or cocks… or both! Unfortunately for them, Kyle was about
as heterosexual as they come.
Kyle absentmindedly gave his
balls a scratch and then his hands were just a blur as they moved to the
counter where the pumpkin sat, and he grabbed it, held it in his hands in line
with his twitching prick, and he thrust his member deep into its hole. He moaned
as his hog was enveloped by the wet, cool insides of the pumpkin, and then he started
to gently thrust in and out of it.
Kyle and his wife still had sex regularly
– once or twice a week – but despite how much sex he was having, Kyle had
always really enjoyed masturbating. However, until this night, he had only ever
used his own hand to pleasure himself, and while he'd imagined that using a pumpkin
would probably feel pretty good, he never thought it could feel THAT good!
Kyle knew pretty quickly that his
slow thrusts just weren't going to cut it, not with the way his cock felt in
that tight, wet, and slippery hole he had created for himself. So, he pulled
his dick out and lay the pumpkin on the floor instead.
Kyle freed his jeans from around his
ankles and then positioned himself above the pumpkin, and with his cock pointed
at the hole he lowered himself down until his stiff, slimy dong reentered it. He wrapped the fingers of one hand around the stem and began fucking the pumpkin, hard, as hard as he could, harder than he had ever fucked his
wife, filling the room with the sound of his balls slapping loudly against the
cool, hard skin of the pumpkin.
Kyle was moaning and panting heavily
in no time at all; he wasn't planning on cumming so quickly but with his hard
pounding and his prick feeling so incredible going in and out of that slimy hole,
he could already feel his load rising. He could have easily delayed his approaching
ejaculation by slowing his thrusting down, but he really didn't want to at that
moment; he had waited so long to try this, why hold back? After all, he knew,
good as it felt, he'd be horny for some more pumpkin-pussy before the night was
over, and that he'd be able to make himself cum again, too, so he kept going at
it full throttle.
And then the doorbell rang.
Kyle just ignored it, but then it
rang again. "Damn kids," he grumbled. "Halloween's over, at
least for them," and he kept fucking the pumpkin.
And the doorbell rang a third
time.
Kyle stopped thrusting and
grumbled some more to himself as he reluctantly pulled his cock out of the
pumpkin and slipped his tighty-whities back on. Moving at a quick pace, he made
his way to the nearby bathroom and grabbed his bathrobe from the back of the
door.
And the doorbell rang a fourth time.
"Hold on! I'm coming!" Kyle
shouted as he was tying his robe while on his way to answer the door, the irony
of the phrase not escaping him.
Kyle grabbed the candy dish and
turned on the porch light; annoyed as he was, he wasn't going to deprive some
kids of candy on Halloween. As he flipped the deadbolt and reached for the doorknob,
he forced a smiled onto his face and opened the door. "Happy Hallowee-"
Kyle stopped. He was expecting to see a kid or kids, but instead, he saw what he
could tell was a grown man in a ghost costume.
The man in the ghost costume was
holding a pumpkin bucket and held it out. "Trick-or-treat!" he said
in a deep voice.
Kyle chuckled, "Aren't you a
little old for trick-or-treating?"
"Halloween is for everybody,"
the stranger replied, his voice slightly muffled by the costume that covered
his head and body. "Everyone deserves a treat on Halloween."
Kyle just chuckled and shook his
head at the situation, and then went ahead and dropped a few pieces of candy
into the man's bucket, if for no other reason than to get rid of the adult
trick-or-treater so he could get back to his own Halloween treat.
Kyle wished the guy a happy
Halloween and closed the door. He put the candy bowl back on the table, once
again locked the front door and turned off the porch light, and then he headed
back to the kitchen.
Kyle returned to the living room
moments later, pumpkin in hand; he figured it would be more comfortable being
down on the carpeted floor rather than the hard kitchen floor. He was still
slightly hard, and after placing the pumpkin down on the floor, Kyle opened his
robe, pulled off his underwear, got down, and began to fuck his pumpkin some
more. His prick stiffened back up in an instant, and a happy chittering moan
escaped him as he pumped it.
Kyle huffed as he built his load
back up, he could feel sweat drip down his ass crack as he thrust. And then…
…the doorbell rang again.
Again, Kyle decided to ignore it,
and again, the doorbell rang again… and again… and again.
"Son of a -!" Kyle started
as he yanked his cock out of the pumpkin again. He stood up and closed his
robe, leaving his underwear on the floor this time, and went to the door.
Kyle opened the door to see the
ghost man was back. But this time another man was with him; a man in overalls
and a paper mâché jack-o-lantern mask. Both men held out pumpkin buckets, "Trick-or-treat!"
they said.
"You were just here! And the
porch light off means no more candy! What am I saying? You're grown men, for
fucks sake! Get out of here," Kyle snapped.
"But I didn't get the treat
I wanted," the ghost man said.
"You didn't get the tre… look,
both of you leave and don't come back, or I'll call the cops!"
"We didn't get the treat we
wanted," the jack-o-lantern man said.
"For fucks sake!" Kyle cursed
again and turned to grab the candy bowl. "Here! Take what you want and leave!"
"That's not what we
want," the ghost man said pointing at the bowl of Halloween candy.
Kyle was more than annoyed and
went to close the door in their faces, but the jack-o-lantern man stopped him
from being able to do so. "We want our treat," he said.
"What treat? What the fuck do
you want?!"
The ghost man lifted his sheet
and the jack-o-lantern man unbuttoned his one still buttoned overall strap and the
overalls fell down around his feet. The two men were both naked below their waists
and their fully exposed cocks were now staring Kyle in the face.
"What the hell?!" Kyle said
as he quickly looked away; he didn't want to see other guys' dicks! "Get
the fuck out of here you perverts!"
"We want to join you," the
jack-o-lantern man said.
"Join me? Uh, I don't know
if this is some sort of prank, but I'm a happily married man… a happily married
STRAIGHT man," Kyle informed as he again tried to close the door on them.
"Go, now, or I'm calling the cops!"
"We want to join you,"
the ghost man repeated, and he pointed at the pumpkin Kyle had been fucking before
they had interrupted him.
"How did you know I was…"
he started as he too pointed over to the pumpkin. He didn't know why he asked
that or why he even cared how they knew, but he suddenly felt different somehow
and he remained standing there, calmer now waiting for the answer.
"We heard your cries of penis
pleasure, brother," the jack-o-lantern man said. "Every year on this
Hallows Night we answer the cries of the men who have thrust their phalluses into
the sacred pumpkin. We come to them so that they may cum and share their seed
treat with us."
"Uh, ok," Kyle
chuckled. "What are you guys on?" he laughed.
"We are on a mission.
Please, let us come in so that you may share your seed treat with us," the
ghost man said.
"And so that we may also
share ours with you, brother," the jack-o-lantern man added.
Kyle unwittingly looked down at their cocks, and saw that the men were both now fully erect. He then realized that his own had sprung back to life as well, and then he heard himself inviting the two men to come inside.
He didn't know why he had invited
them to come in; he wasn't into jacking off with other guys, let alone fucking
a pumpkin with other guys, strangers no less – he hadn't even seen their faces.
Something strange was going on, he felt strange, and as he headed for the
living room with the two men following close behind him, he felt like he was
literally being led there by his stiff dick like some invisible force had a
grip on it.
"Kneel down and thrust the
phallus into the sacred pumpkin, brother," the jack-o-lantern man said,
and Kyle, as if in a trance, dropped to his knees, inserted his cock into the
pumpkin, and began to thrust, just as he had been instructed, just as he had done
before, only this time he had an audience.
As they watched Kyle using the pumpkin
to pleasure his prick, the jack-o-lantern man took off his overalls and flannel
shirt, now wearing only his mask, while the ghost man pulled his sheet up to
his neck and put the excess over his shoulder to hang behind him, leaving him
fully exposed except for his face, too.
"Take off the robe,
brother," the jack-o-lantern man said, "Let us see you thrust it in
and out of the sacred pumpkin. Let us witness your penis pleasure on this Hallowed
Night," and Kyle threw off his robe as he pounded away at the pumpkin. He
wanted to take it off, to take it off for them, to be completely naked in front
of and for them as he fucked the pumpkin.
It wasn't long before Kyle got
close again, and he began to thrust in and out of the pumpkin faster, even spreading
his legs apart. He didn't care that his asshole was being exposed to the two male
strangers sitting on the couch; he liked that that intimate part of his body
was exposed to them.
Why? Why was he feeling like
this?
Why was he having these strange urges
and desires?
Why was he acting not like himself?
He still had no idea, but he
wasn't really concerned either; which was also strange.
Right then, all he cared about,
all he wanted, was to finally cum, to cum inside that pumpkin, and he had an
unexplainable yet totally overwhelming desire to spill his seed in front of
these two men who sat masturbating their erect penises as they watched him
pleasuring his own with a pumpkin. And he was about to do just that, any second
now!
Or so he thought.
Kyle's wet, slimy, throbbing, and
on-the-edge dick was now making contact with the carpeting below after the pumpkin
was suddenly pulled out from under him just before he was about to make another
downward thrust. He yelped as it came off of his dick, and he almost smashed
his hard prick into the floor.
The ghost man was the culprit,
and as Kyle got to his feet, he watched as the ghost man thrust his erect penis
into the pumpkin. Holding it in his hands, rather than thrusting in and out of
it, the ghost man moved the pumpkin back and forth on his prick instead.
"Yes, let the sacred pumpkin
feed on the phallus, brother," the jack-o-lantern man said.
Although disappointed that emptying
his balls was interrupted again, Kyle, for reasons he still couldn't compute,
was very aroused watching another man fucking the pumpkin. "Fuck yeah! Work
your dick, man! Fuck that pumpkin!" he called out.
Soon the jack-o-lantern man stood
from the couch and moved over by the ghost man. Without either speaking a word,
the ghost man withdrew his cock from the pumpkin and handed it over to the jack-o-lantern
man.
The jack-o-lantern man put the
pumpkin back down on the floor and guided his prick into it, and began
thrusting.
The jack-o-lantern man was
fucking the pumpkin better than Kyle had, better than the ghost man had, too.
He was really pounding it, fucking the thing hard and Kyle was turned on more
than he could explain; he didn't even care why anymore. "Oh, yeah, that's
it! Pound it, man, pound it! Oh yeah, you're fucking that pumpkin so good, man,
so fucking good!" Kyle said as he stood there slowly jacking his prick so
he wouldn't go over the edge – when he came, he wanted to cum in the pumpkin!
When the jack-o-lantern man
pulled his dick out of the pumpkin, Kyle couldn't wait to stick his dick back
in it, but as he moved to take the man's place on the floor, the jack-o-lantern
man picked up the pumpkin.
Kyle reached for it, but the jack-o-lantern
man pulled it back a bit, and then Kyle yelped as the jack-o-lantern man thrust
the pumpkin onto Kyle's cock. "Oh, God!" Kyle moaned as the jack-o-lantern
man fucked Kyle's cock with the pumpkin now.
Give into it, brother," the
ghost man said. "Surrender to the pleasure of the penis! Give up your seed
treat to the sacred pumpkin on this Hallowed Night!"
"Oh. God. I surrender! I
surrender! I'm gonna cum. Oh, God, I'm. gonna. cum!"
"No! Not yet!" the jack-o-lantern
man said as he again abruptly yanked the pumpkin off of Kyle's throbbing dick, making
Kyle gasp as it passed over the sensitive head of his prick.
"Argh! No! Why?! Please! I
want to cum! I need to cum! Put it back on my dick! Come on! Slide it back
on!" Kyle pleaded as he grasped his full, aching nuts.
"Wait here, for just a
moment. It will be worth it and bring you even greater penis pleasure, I promise,"
the jack-o-lantern man said and then he turned and headed toward Kyle's
kitchen, taking the pumpkin Kyle so desired with him.
When the jack-o-lantern man returned
just moments later, two more holes had been carved into the pumpkin. The jack-o-lantern
man came to a standstill and then inserted his cock into one of the holes. He
then looked over to the ghost man, who stood, walked over, and inserted his
cock into the hole that was opposite but slightly askew of the jack-o-lantern man,
The two masked strangers then
looked at Kyle and Kyle's body practically flew up from the couch, with Kyle again
feeling like an invisible force had a hold of his prick and was leading him by
it over to the pumpkin, where it inserted itself into the third hole.
"Thrust, brother,
thrust," the jack-o-lantern man said.
Kyle groaned and writhed as he began
thrusting his cock in and out of the pumpkin, his prick thrusting over, under,
and against the slimy, pumpkin gut-covered hard cocks of the other two men. And
then another strange occurrence happened as Kyle bellowed words he never would
have imagined: "Fuck, yeah, I love feeling your slimy dicks against mine, fucking
a hole, and fucking your cocks, too!"
The ghost man and the jack-o-lantern
man said not a word in response to Kyle's joyful exclamation and just continued
to stand there, totally still while holding the pumpkin for him.
"Come on guys, thrust those hard
'n' horny cocks with me! I wanna feel them sliding on my cock, too," Kyle
urged.
"After we get our treat,"
the ghost man said.
"Yes, give us your seed
treat brother, and then we shall give you ours," the jack-o-lantern man
added.
"No problem," Kyle
groaned as his load grew higher and his balls grew tighter once more; he'd
actually been holding off because he was enjoying thrusting against the two
cocks so much.
"Thrust brother, thrust!"
the jack-o-lantern man said once more, and Kyle began to thrust his cock harder
and faster in and out of the hole.
"Allow the seed to flow from
your phallus into the sacred pumpkin!" the ghost man urged.
"Give us the treat we came
for when we arrived outside your door. Share your seed treat with us, brother!"
the jack-o-lantern man said, and the two costumed men then began to chant the
latter over and over.
"Share your seed treat with
us!"
"Share your seed treat with
us!"
"Share your seed treat with
us!"
"Uhh, almost… there!"
Kyle moaned.
"Share your seed with us,"
the ghost man said.
Kyle whimpered as his load was about
to crest.
"Share your treat, brother.
Cum." The jack-o-lantern man urged.
Kyle trembled and yelped as a pleasure
like one he had never felt before radiated through his cock and balls and
prostate. It was the most incredible, most intense orgasm he'd ever had in his
life, his 'seed treat' shooting in jets into the pumpkin and all over the two
cocks upon which his now pulsating prick rested as it spurted out the last of its
offering.
Then he moaned again as the ghost
man and the jack-o-lantern man began thrusting their cocks in and out of the
pumpkin, the room filling with the squishy sounds of not just the pumpkin guts
but Kyle's load as well.
Kyle could feel their cocks
sliding under his and feel his cock become coated with his own jizz. His own
prick never softened even slightly even though he had just shot off, and he
felt just as horny now as before he came.
"Oh God, yeah, fuck that
pumpkin, guys! Don't stop! Give into your cocks, man!" Kyle urged.
The ghost man and the jack-o-lantern
man began to thrust wildly in and out of the pumpkin as Kyle continued to encourage
them.
"Yeah, fuck it, and my prick,
too! Yeah, fuck my prick while you fuck the pumpkin! Come on guys, I gave you
my 'seed treat' now give me yours! Yeah, give me both of yours… all over my
fucking prick!"
The ghost man and the jack-o-lantern
man both let out guttural, almost unearthly sounds as they simultaneously
ejaculated into the pumpkin and all over Kyle's already cum-coated cock.
For Kyle, the feeling of their
cum loads splashing all over his prick was indescribable, different from the
pleasure he had felt when he had cum in the pumpkin, but in some ways almost as
intense, and his eyes fell closed as his whole being got lost in the almost
magical sensation.
"So fucking
incredible," Kyle moaned to himself as the two men finished unloading
their cocks all over his dong, and he opened his eyes as he felt the two cocks
slide out from under his, and he was alone; the two strangers were gone.
"What the… where'd they go?
How did they leave so quickly and without me hearing them?" Kyle wondered
aloud.
He walked over to the door and it
was still locked, and Kyle felt a shiver go up his spine. "It must have
just been a bad trip from the weed that made me hallucinate some fucked up shit,"
Kyle told himself.
"Yeah, that has to be it,"
he decided as he walked back across the room, grabbed the pumpkin, and then headed
to the kitchen to put it in the fridge; he figured he'd fuck it again later, or
tomorrow, but skip the weed next time.
"It felt so real, too. But I
know it wasn't," Kyle said as he pushed open the kitchen door.
"I mean, I would never do
anything like that with another guy. I would never do ANYTHING with a guy,
period," Kyle continued to talk out loud to himself as he moved across the
kitchen. "Jacking off with other guys, rubbing your cocks together,
cumming on each other's cocks?" he said as he grabbed the handle of the
fridge door, and he shuddered at the very thought of it.
"Besides two people couldn't
just disappear into thin air like that, and the door was still locked, so
that's proof that it was all just a bad trip… a really fucked up bad trip,"
Kyle concluded as he opened the fridge door and placed the pumpkin on the shelf.
And then he screamed like a girl,
and the blood drained from his face as he stood there looking at not one but
three holes carved into the pumpkin!
He grabbed the pumpkin and ran
over to the back door, threw it open, and tossed the pumpkin into the trash can
that sat outside. He took a quick look around and then slammed the back door
shut and snapped the lock shut.
Turning off the kitchen light, he
jogged across the living room and took the stairs two at a time up to his
bedroom. He jumped into his bed and covered his head with the covers like a kid
would do after being frightened by something.
The next morning, a sober Kyle
unlocked the back door and slowly opened it, and peered out at the trash can.
He could see some of the orange skin of the pumpkin just below the rim. He
slowly opened the door and moved over to the trash can. He picked up the
pumpkin and there were still three holes in it. He couldn't explain it, and didn't
want to think about it enough to even try; he just wanted to forget the whole
night.
It took some time, but Kyle was a
very determined individual when he set his mind to it, and eventually he was successful
in keeping any memories of that nightmare night out of his head… until Halloween
rolled around again the following year.
Like last year, his wife would be
away for work, but she had picked up a pumpkin for Kyle to carve and display
for all the trick-or-treaters. Kyle led his wife to believe that he would do as
she asked, but in truth, he had no plans to do so; after last year, he wanted
nothing to do with pumpkins or Halloween save for giving out some candy to the
kids. But after that, Halloween was over as far as he was concerned!
When Halloween night arrived,
Kyle set out the bowl of candy his wife had bought, turned on the porch light, and
waited for the kids to start showing up. The pumpkin his wife had bought remained
in the trash can out back, where Kyle had put it the minute his wife had left
for her business trip.
When it was clear no more kids
were going to be coming around, Kyle shut off the porch light, locked the front
door, and went and sat on the couch to watch TV for the rest of the evening.
His butt had barely hit the couch
cushion when the doorbell rang. "I guess there's still some latecomers out
and about," Kyle sighed as he stood up and made his way to the door.
With the candy bowl in hand, Kyle
opened the front door.
"Trick-or-treat!"
Kyle's face went as white as the
sheet of the ghost man from last year, who was now once again standing outside
his front door.
"We want our treat,"
another voice said and Kyle looked to his left to now find the jack-o-lantern
man standing next to the ghost man.
"Look," Kyle started,
"I can't explain what happened last year, but it's not happening again,
that's for damn sure!"
"But we want our
treat," both costumed men said in unison and then adjusted their costumes
to reveal their cocks.
Kyle immediately felt strange
again, and as his eyes dropped down to their protruding pricks, they appeared
to go from a state of fully flaccid to fully erect in the literal blink of an eye.
Kyle realized his own prick was rock
solid now too, and he simply stepped aside and motioned the ghost man and the
jack-o-lantern man to come in, where the three of them, Kyle quite willingly
now, fucked the sacred pumpkin and shared their seed treats.
The ghost man and jack-o-lantern
man appeared at Kyle's door every Halloween after that, and Kyle always felt
and acted differently as soon as they exposed their cocks to his eyes, And once
the trio had shared their seed treats with each other, the two strangers would always
just disappear every year, too, always while Kyle's eyes were still closed.
Kyle is now seventy-eight years
old, his wife has passed away and he doesn't shell out anymore… but every year
on Halloween, he feels compelled to buy a pumpkin and then wait for a couple of
mysterious strangers to ring the bell!
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