Date: Sun, 27 Oct 2019 12:06:15 -0400
From: Xhaiden Angel <xangel.author@gmail.com>
Subject: Halloween Visitation

Charlie stood in the hallway, letting the warm air blow over his naked
body. Eyes closed, he pictured himself on a tropical beach, the air
becoming a breeze blown through palm trees. The whirling of the sewing
machine coming from the room to his right became the plane engine as it
took off. In his mind, he saw the small plane become a white speck against
the blue sky. The longer he stood in the hallway, the more the texture of
the carpet against his feet felt like sand.

"Try this."

The voice broke the trance and brought Charlie back to the hallway.
"Sorry. What?"

"You were a million miles away, son. I said, try this. It should fit
better."

Charlie took the flimsy garment and bent to put it on. As he slid it up
over his narrow hips, he felt its constricting fit right away. "Oh, yeah,
this is going to work better."

"Wait, son, that's not the point of a dance-belt." The man chuckled as he
watched the ample pouch fill up with his boy's ample member. "You're
supposed to tuck yourself into the pouch so it helps hide your bulge under
the costume."

Looking down at his crotch, Charlie scratched his head. "Could you show
me?"

His father stepped in close and eased the elastic waistband out. With
gentle fingers, he maneuvered Charlie's thick shaft so it pointed down, so
the head was nestled in the soft white cotton pouch. He then eased the
waistband back in place.

"See? It's still going to be prominent but not so much."

"Cool. I just want to do it right, you know?" Charlie flipped his thick
black hair to one side. "Pro Cosplayers swear that you have to have a
dance-belt so people aren't looking at your dick in costume."

"It's respectful." The man said, putting a hand on the boy's shoulder.
"Let's see what it's going to look like, all right?"

He followed his father into the sewing room and over to the work table.
"You don't think its...uh...weird, do you? My costume, I mean."

"What's weird about Hercules?"

Charlie took the pleated skirt and slipped it on. He took the belt when his
father offered and fitted it around his waist. The heavy medallion on the
front fit right into place, over his still-prominent bulge. His father
handed him the gold and brown sash and helped him fit it into place across
his chest. Then, the man showed him how to attach the sash to the heavy
belt.

"It won't slide all along your chest," his father said, showing him how to
hook and unhook the sash. "It'll stay in place the whole night."

"Are you going to try yours on?"

The man looked over at the mannequin. "It's a lot to get into just for a
test fitting. I've redone the waist and the place where it fastens to the
hooves. It'll fit."

"What if it doesn't? Then, I really will look stupid."

"Hey, now, there is no way you could look stupid." The man touched the side
of the boy's face. "You have to have confidence in yourself, son. If you
do, so with others.  It's that simple."

Charlie felt the smile spread over his face as he stared into the man's
handsome face. The easy curve of the thick mustache gave way to pink lips
and white teeth that weren't perfect but fit the man's face. The thick
black beard did the same. It curved under his sharp jaw, neat and trimmed.
Deep, warm brown eyes looked back at him. Before he could stop himself,
Charlie leaned into the hand on his own face. His mouth opened as though to
kiss the palm.

"Hey, what's that about? Are you all right?"

"Yeah. I'm just glad to have you home."

Leaning forward, the man kissed the boy's forehead. "Sorry. That last
project wasn't supposed to last that long and I didn't know I was going to
be in Canada."

"Thanks for my Halloween costume," Charlie said with a sheepish
smile. "It's great."

"I'm glad I could do it." He kissed the boy's forehead again. "I'm going to
take a shower. We'll have dinner out, if you'd like."

"I'll go and change."

"All right. Give me about fifteen minutes."

The man left the room, leaving Charlie by himself. He looked at himself in
the mirror on the other side of the room. His lean, athletic body looked
amazing in the pleated skirt and sash. Behind him, still on the mannequin,
he glanced at his father's creation. He imagined his father in the wooly
leggings and hooves. The leather harness, stretched tight across his hairy
chest, he could see it in his mind. He thought how sexy his father would
look with the minotaur horns and his long, dark hair loose and curling
around his shoulders. The dance belt bulged under his costume.

He walked over to the mannequin and touched the leather harness. The hard
plastic mannequin was an exact mold of his father, except the thick carpet
of hair on his chest. The smooth ridges of the stomach, the slash of a
navel, they fascinated him. Where his father was dark-skinned, the
mannequin was a pale off-white. Leaning into it, he inhaled the scent of
the leather. The dance belt strained.

"Charlie?"

The young boy jumped at the man's voice. "Dad?"

"You're not ready. What are you doing, son?"

"I lost track of time." Charlie felt his cheeks warm. "Sorry."

Before the boy left the room, his father stopped him. "You sure you're all
right?"

"Yeah. I'm good. Sorry. I won't be long."

Ten minutes later, Charlie came downstairs to find his father standing at
the front door, waiting for him. When he reached the door, he took a few
minutes and hugged the man. He inhaled the scent and memorized the hard
body against his cheek. His father hugged him back, strong arms folding
around him. He took it all in.

"Now that I'm back in the States, you can come with me to the next shoot."
The man rubbed the boy's back. "You can get off school, right?"

Their eyes met when their embrace ended. "The semester ends in November.
Could you wait until then to leave?"

"We'll work out something. I promise." The man opened the door. "Let's get
some food."

+

After a pleasant dinner and even better conversation, Charlie and his
father left the restaurant in a good mood. On the way to their car, the
man's phone rang. He hit the answer key as he opened the car's doors with
the fob.

"Patrick, it's Ryan. Could you stop by the studio tonight?"

"My son's home. Could this wa--"

"Oh, man. I'm sorry. Listen, it won't take but a few minutes."

Charlie held up a hand. "I don't mind. I can get an Uber."

"No, no," Patrick said, tossing him the keys. "You take the car home. I'll
get an Uber. It won't take long. I promise. I won't let Ryan rope me into
an all-nighter."

"You don't have to," Ryan called through the speaker. "We'll send a car."

"He'll send a car," Patrick said to his son. "Hour, tops."

"It's okay, dad. Really." Coming around to the driver's side, Charlie gave
his father a smile. "I'll wait until the car gets here."

"Okay, Ryan. An hour. No more, all right."

"You got it. An hour should be more than enough."

Patrick turned off his phone and slid it into his pocket. "That sucks. I
didn't plan to work tonight."

"It's cool. I'm a big boy, I'll be all right for an hour."

The man put an arm around the boy's shoulder. "I know you can. I promised,
though, to spend more time with you."

"We still have the Halloween party tomorrow night and all day Sunday. We've
got time."

"I'll make it up to you."

"Don't worry about it, dad. I'm good."

For the next few minutes, they stood and talked. Conversation from dinner
carried on until a sleek black car pulled into the parking lot. Patrick
recognized the driver. He pulled his son into a final hug before walking
toward it. Charlie waited until his father got into the studio car, then
got into his own. The drive back to his house was quiet, just him and his
thoughts.

From the garage, Charlie went into the house. More quiet met him. Without
anything else to do, he took the stairs a few at a time and went down the
hallway. He paused under the vent, letting the warm air blow down on him.
He thought back to the beach scene he conjured for himself. A hand went to
the fastening of his jeans and opened them. The tips of his fingers grazed
the front of the dance belt. Not having one of his own, his father had
altered one of his own.

Still under the warm air stream, Charlie closed his eyes and pictured his
father in nothing but the dance belt he wore.

The near-naked man strode toward him, a confident look on his handsome
face. Every muscle in his body rippled as he moved. The yellow-gold light
in the hallway became a rich blue. Mist filled the hallway and swirled up
around the man's thick calves and moved up into his crotch around the full
pouch. Charlie added in perspiration, making his father's body glisten as
he moved.

A buzzing in his pocket pulled him out of his imagination. "Hello?" He
asked, sliding his thumb over his phone. "Yeah, I made it home all right."

Charlie let his hand slide inside his dance belt as his father's voice
filled his ear. Keeping his eyes closed, he kept the image of the man being
half-naked in his head. The warm bass voice caressed him as his hand did
the same. Closing his fingers around his semi-hard dick, he let his father
apologize again, anything to keep him talking, to keep the voice going.

"...you know how he can be."

"Yeah," Charlie said, leaning against the wall. "You'll be home tonight,
though, right?"

"We're almost finished with the fitting, already."

"What are you doing, again? Hems? Refitting?"

"It's just a few refitting. For some reason..."

Charlie eased his hand under his balls. His father's voice stirred his
shaft, thickening its full length. The man's voice caused a thick glob of
precum to ooze from the head. As he spoke, Charlie pulled the waistband of
the dance belt out and slid it under his balls.

"Ryan's got the whole table covered..."

The boy's hand eased further. His father's voice made his dick throb. More
precum slid from the head and down the shaft. Still with his eyes closed,
his fantasy vision of his father was now naked and swaying his hips. Light
glinted off the damp hair of his body. Charlie bit his bottom lip, not
wanting to moan into the phone and give himself away.

"...four times! Four! I couldn't believe it, but then, it is the final
piece for the show."

Both balls stirred, held tight by the dance belt. Charlie slid one finger
under them. "Uh-huh," he managed to say.

"Listen, I'm going to need to go. Like I said, I'll be home soon. Love
you."

The hard click jarred Charlie out of his fantasy. "Damn."

Straightening, the boy's fantasy father faded. Not bothering to replace the
dance belt, Charlie went down the hall and turned into his father's room.
He put his phone on the dresser, then got out of his shoes. Pulling his
shirt over his head, he used one foot to pull off his sock, then used the
other to remove the second.  Left in just his jeans and dance belt, he went
over to the bed and sat down on its end. In the dark, he took a deep
breath.

"Don't be mad. You knew he would be working."

Laying back on the bed, he worked his jeans down and off. The tight elastic
of the underwear still held his balls tight against his groin. He thought
of the Hercules costume and the party the following night. He saw himself
in it, the pleated skirt full around his hips. It hit the top of his
thighs. The belt was low on his hips. The sash across his chest made it
look pretty amazing. In his mind, he pictured himself walking into a dark
room, like the one he was in now, but one in ancient Greece.

Behind him, also in the dark, he heard the unmistakable click-clack of
hooves on marble. Warm air blew over his bare shoulders, the breath of the
creature. A rough hand took hold of his hip to hold him in place. Rougher
hair scraped his bare back. Furry legs pushed in between his own. Wooly fur
scraped against his bare skin as the creature moved in closer to him.

On the bed, Charlie rolled onto his stomach. He brought his knees up under
himself and raised his ass into the air. Both hands slid along the bed.

Mist swirled around him in the vision. The man-bull pushed him against a
high couch, one hand taking hold of the belt he wore. The other hard hand
moved in between his ass, pulling his cheeks apart. Warm air blew across
his exposed hole, causing him to shiver. Broad shoulders pushed his legs
further apart as a slick, warm tongue touched his asshole. It eased into
him, slick and thick. A grunting came along with the tongue, a rough sound
making him tremble. A thrill of something just outside of terror filled him
as the tongue ease up into his hole. Its thickness surprised him. The
moisture around it was even more surprising. He felt the tip squirming
inside him, touching his prostate.

Groping hands took firm hold of his thighs and held his legs apart. Between
them, his cock swelled. The head flared as the tongue slid along his
prostate. He groaned as the minotaur grunted and pushed more of his thick
tongue into him. The tongue then began to move.

"Oh..." Charlie heard himself say.

A thick musk filled his nostrils. The thick tongue worked itself into him
all the way. Warm lips closed around his hole. He felt the scraping of a
thick mustache and beard against his asscheeks. The minotaur's hands closed
over each cheek and began kneading. The tongue began moving in and out of
him -- fucking him. The thickness felt as large as any cock. He began
moving his hips against the tongue, pushing back to make sure it went as
deep as possible. The grunting continued as the minotaur tongued the
deepest part of the smooth hole.

Squirming back against the tongue, Charlie held tight to the edge of the
bed. The thickness inside of him stirred his cock. It oozed a steady stream
of precum onto the bed beneath him. His balls swelled in anticipation of
what he knew was coming.

The tongue eased out of his ass, leaving it gaping. Neither hand left his
cheeks, both still holding him open. The warm tip of the minotaur's hard
cock touched his hole and Charlie felt his body tense. His head dipped
lower as a desperate sound escaped his open lips.

"Yes, daddy...yes..." he muttered, pushing back against the wooly legs
brushing against his. "Put it in me. All of it. Please, daddy..."

The head spread the tight hole. It stretched the tight ring.

"D-daddy..."

Further in, the head gave way to a wrist-sized shaft.

"Ow...it hurts."

Another inch slid inside. Musk filled the air. A hard grunting sounded in
the boy's ear. Gripping hands pulled his ass cheeks further apart. More of
the hard shaft eased into the boy, spit from earlier making its entrance
easier.

"No...no...please -- it hurts! It's too...big."

Both thumbs began rubbing at the entrance of the boy's ass. As they moved
along the tight rim, the shaft continued forward, opening him up. The ring
eased. The boy sighed.

"Yes...yes, daddy..."

Dense hair scraped against the boy's legs, against his back and shoulders.
Heavy musk filled the air as the minotaur's hard cock slipped deeper into
him. Rough hands pulled his ass cheeks apart as wiry pubic hair scratched
against his tight pink ring. Smooth balls slapped his own as the creature
bottomed out inside of him.

"OH...daddy..."

The minotaur wasted no time setting up a steady rhythm. Strong hands pulled
on the boy's ass, kneading the flesh. Each forward thrust filled the boy
from head to base. The force of the thrusts increased in minutes, jolting
the boy forward each time.

"God...oh, god...yes. Fuck me."

Obliging, the creature growled and forced the boy down under its weight.
Its hard shaft pushed as far as possible into him, precum easing its entry.
Over and over, it slammed the full length inside, causing the boy to gasp.

Soon, Charlie began to whimper. Painful thrusts into his ass drove him up
onto the bed, the thick cock spreading him as wide as he could take. He
spread his legs further apart, trying to ease the pain. Harder thrusts
caused him to cry out, to take hold of the headboard. His whimpering became
real cries. Tears rolled down his cheeks as the battering of his ass
reached its hardest point. He wanted to stop this but could not form the
words. He wanted to ease the pain but the pain excited him, knowing who
inflicted it. His mouth came open but he did not say anything. More tears
came as the thrusts got harder. The creature then began pounding him so
hard he could not have formed words, even if he wanted to.

As the minotaur's full weight pressed into him, he felt the pain ease into
a blissful pleasure. His hold on the headboard eased. He began pushing back
into the hard thrusts and soon he felt he was riding a horse. His words
returned.

"Deeper. Go deeper! Fuck me deeper!"

Doing as asked, the creature growled as he battered the boy's ass with his
half-breed cock. Hard thrusts slammed his full body into the boy. Musk and
sweat mingled with the boy's own scent. They pushed against one another,
driving their bodies toward the same place. The boy let himself be plowed
as hard as the minotaur could muster. He groaned with each thrust, begging
for more. Each time he did, the creature obliged. Soon, he was being
hammered as hard as they both could manage. Between his legs, his own cock
swelled as large as he could ever remember it being.

"God! Oh, god! You're...I'm....oh, fuck! FUCK, daddy...FUCK!"

Charlie felt his body convulse one hard time against the grunting, sweating
minotaur. As it battered his hole, he began cumming. Thick jets of cum
began spurting from his hard cock. Over and over, he sprayed the bed. Over
and over, the minotaur slammed into him.

Then, he felt the beastly eruption.

"Oh, DADDY!" He shouted as the first blast hit him. "FUCK!"

Again, his cock began spasming. As the grunting creature began breeding
him, Charlie's own cock began spewing more and more fluid onto the
bed. They came together, hot liquid filling the boy's clenching asshole. It
scalded his insides as the minotaur continued cumming.

Charlie felt all of the strength leave his body. "God...damn." He sighed.

Falling forward on the bed, he tried to gather his thoughts and organize
his mind. The scratch of hair against his back and legs eased, then
disappeared. The heady, musky scent dissipated. Closing his eyes, Charlie
reached back to feel the tender flesh of his ass. His fingers found the
thick moisture oozing from his used hole. He smiled as he brought his
fingers to his lips.

"I knew you'd taste good," He muttered, cleaning both fingers. "So good,
daddy."

As the words left his lips, Charlie's phone rang. On the second ring, he
pushed up off the bed and crossed to the dresser. Without looking, he
picked it up and answered.

"Charlie, it's dad. I forgot I'd given you my key. Could you come let me
in?"

END