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.