Date: Thu, 20 Oct 2005 17:51:49 -0500 From: Justin Davis Subject: Another Very Special Halloween by Justin Davis (M/t/b,mast,oral,anal) The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between an older male and younger males. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is totally a work of fiction and in no way are the actions of the characters in the story intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Please ask permission. Positive comments are always welcome and you may e-mail them to: Justin0398@gmail.com Author's note: Special thinks to Debonair for his inspiration and help with this story. Although not absolutely necessary, it is suggested you read his story "A Very Special Halloween," which can be found at this story site by using the author's index. It would help to read the original story before you read this one. Happy Halloween Everyone! Another Very Special Halloween By Justin Davis With Debonair Arlo wrapped his arms around his older friend's neck and hugged him very hard. The man's overnight beard tickled his neck and Arlo chuckled. After all, odd things happen only on Halloween and everything was going to be okay, his older friend Jim had just reassured him that that was so. Suddenly, Arlo disengaged from the loving embrace, aware of a white, greasy, substance he had picked up on the nape of Jim's neck. And, as he looked at the smears of white make-up on his stubby fingers, he realized he had been wrong. A wicked smile broke out upon Arlo's lips. The fun of Halloween would indeed happen all year long. This he was sure of, as long as Jim was his best friend in the whole wide world. Yet, that thought was short lived. The next day, Arlo remembered nothing of what had happened the night before or afterward with Jim. All he remembered was that he had awakened upon the porch at home. That was five years ago, and that was then and this is now. Now, as they usually did this time of year, the cool autumn winds blew outside the comfy house on Maple Street where Arlo lived, scattering the leaves as they blew. Arlo groaned as he arose from his sleep a third time. Already, his mom had tried to awaken him twice, and it was Sunday, the other day, besides Saturday, when growing boys got to sleep in on the weekend. "Arlo! You've simply got to get up, honey! You're going to make us late for church!" Arlo's mom announced, as she came back into his bedroom through the open door. "Aw, Mom! I can't. My tummy hurts! I'm think I really sick!" Arlo lied, doing his best to groan and fake an illness. "Well! It's the ice cream! I told your father when you had that third bowl last night that it would make you sick. See! I was right! Now, you stay in bed until we get back. If you're not better when we get back from church I'll call the doctor." "Unnnngggh! Okay, mom! I think if I can lie here in bed I'll be alright," Arlo replied. "Well! You just stay here! You don't go anywhere! You understand? I'm not going to have you come up missing like those other boys!" Arlo's mother said as she left his bedroom. Arlo moaned as he threw the blanket off of his body and got up to go to the bathroom. It was happening again, like it had for the last four years. This would be the fifth. Already, boys were coming up missing. It would all be the same. Briefly, Arlo shuddered as he headed for the bathroom to take his morning pee. Quickly, he pulled down his plaid boxers, no Under Roos for him now, for he was older now, not like little tyke he had been five years ago. He pointed his hard four-inch peter at the toilet bowl and let go. "Mmmmmmmm!" he exclaimed, as the strong stream of piss boiled the bowl with its force. Arlo marveled at how his piss stream churned the waters of the toilet bowl, and smiled a little as he looked down at the few hairs on his otherwise smooth groin. Already, at eleven he was becoming a big boy now. After all, his sperm pellets proved it! For some reason, Arlo thought he saw something out of the corner of his eye and he glanced to his right toward the bathroom window, then squealed. It was him! It was the cloaked stranger with the painted face! Then, as suddenly as it had appeared in the window, the face was gone. Arlo groaned at the fact that he had peed upon the bathroom floor in his fright. "Oh God! Oh God!" Arlo muttered, as he unrolled toilet paper from the roll and began to mop up his urine splatters. One by one, he placed the urine soaked globs of toilet paper into the toilet bowl, dreading the scolding he would get from his mom about missing the toilet if one drop were left upon the floor. "I'll ask Jim. He'll know what I should do," Arlo said to himself, as he cleaned up the last bit of urine from the floor, dropped the wad of toilet paper into the bowl, and then flushed the toilet. Finished with his task, Arlo headed back to his bedroom and picked his shorts and tee shirt from up off of the floor, where they lay by his bed from the day before, and began to put them on. No time to pick out fresh ones. If he was going to see his older friend Jim before his parents got back he had to hurry. Quickly, after he had put on his tee shirt and shorts, Arlo picked his trainers up off of the floor and sat upon his bed and slipped them onto his bare feet. No time for socks either, if he was going to get back home into bed and pretend to be sick he had to hurry. Arlo exited the back door of his house, closing it behind him, and ran to the front and down the street toward Jim's house. The cool autumn breeze tingled the fine, white, down on his lower legs, that were the sign of the more mature hairs to come, as he ran toward Jim's house. Briefly, he wondered if the cloaked stranger was still about. A chill ran through Arlo's body at the thought, and he ran even faster. Down the block, up the steps, he was safe! For the time being, at least. Loudly, Arlo knocked upon the door jam, hoping Jim would be home. He had to be home! He just had too, with tomorrow being Halloween and all. The sound of the tumblers on the dead bolt lock brought a sigh of relief from the boy. "Well, Arlo! Didn't expect to see you this morning! It's Sunday. Figured you'd be at church with your parents," the older man said when he opened the door and saw the spidery eleven year old standing there. "I told um I was sick. I need to talk to you," Arlo said in an anxious tone. "Oh I see! Is it the older boy two streets over giving you the "evil eye" again?" "No! But, he does, he really does!" Arlo responded, prompting his older friend to chuckle. "Well, come on in! Let's see what's the matter this time," the man said, and opened the screen door and stood aside so Arlo could enter. Arlo quickly entered the familiar surroundings and scurried over and plopped himself down upon the couch while his older friend closed and locked the front door. "So, what is it that has you upset?" Arlo's older friend asked, as he entered the living room area and seated himself in the recliner. "It's happening again, Jim. You know what I mean! Tomorrow's Halloween. He was peeking through my bathroom window just awhile ago." "Ah! The cloaked stranger again," his older friend replied, and chuckled. "It's not funny! Every year, the day before Halloween, I see him spying on me and then when I go Trick or Treating it's always the same. I go, then wind up all alone on the front porch of my house with my bag of candy late at night and don't remember what happened," Arlo said. "You mean you don't remember going Trick or Treating?" "Yeah, I remember most of that. It's like I told yah last year when I went with Jason and Danny." "Oh, the two older boys you went with last year. They going again this year?" "Nah, they say they're too big to go now. Like I told yah, we were cutting across the park to go over to where the other houses are and that's all I remember." "What did Jason and Danny have to say about it?" "Same as Robert and Rusty and Glenn the year before. They just thought I'd gone off on my own or something. It's been the same thing every year. You know all about it. I've told yah." "Yes, it is strange. Maybe it's too much candy or something." "I didn't eat any last year! I bet you really know what's happening and just won't tell me. I bet you do!" Arlo wailed, shifting himself nervously upon the couch. "Arlo, I've told you again and again I don't know anything about a cloaked stranger or why strange things happen to you on Halloween," his older friend replied. "I know you know! What about all that magic stuff you do like making gold coins appear out of my ears and in my pockets and making things disappear and stuff?" Arlo asked. "Arlo, I don't know anything about the cloaked stranger or any of that and the magic stuff I learned from a magician when I was in college. If I knew, do you think I would keep a secret like that from you after we have so many other secrets together? Jim asked. "Uh, no!" Arlo replied, prompting his friend to chuckle a bit again. "So, you're not going out on Halloween this year?" "Uh, yeah! I'm going." "Oh really?" "Yeah, it's kinda stupid and all but I figured I'd go one more time." "Oh, I see! Getting too big for Halloween fun are we?" "Uh, yeah! Something like that. Gary and Jamie wanted to go so I guess I'll go with um." "Jamie? That's the new kid in the neighborhood you're friends with isn't it?" "Yeah! He's only nine but a cool guy!" "Well, I'm sure if you think he's a cool guy he is." "I'm scared!" "Oh Arlo! You don't have to be scared. Halloween is fun!" "No it's not! It's gonna happen again. I know it!" "My goodness. You are scared again aren't you? You want to get up into Jim's lap and feel safe?" "Uh yeah! I'd like that. I need that right now!" "Then come on then," the older man sad patting his hands on his thighs. As he had done many times before, Arlo arose from the couch and began stripping off his clothes while his older friend stood and began removing his terry cloth bathrobe. Jim sat back down in the lounger and smiled as the spidery youth walked toward where he sat, for they had done this very thing many times over the last five years. There was a big sigh from Arlo once he had escalated himself up into his older friend's lap and lay back upon his naked body. "You know you really don't have to go Trick or Treating if you don't want to, Arlo," Jim said, as he ran one hand through the boy's hair and kneaded his thigh with the other. "I know," Arlo replied, and sighed again as he adjusted himself a little on the man's lap. "If you're scared about the missing boys and all I wouldn't go if I were you," his older friend said. "No, I'm gonna go. I don't want them to think I'm a chicken," Arlo replied, prompting Jim to chuckle. "So, who you going as this year, then?" "Uh, Batman." "Oh, the Caped Crusader! That ought to keep any villains away," Jim said. "I guess," Arlo replied. "Will you do my butt and peter now, please?" Arlo asked, prompting his older friend to chuckle again. "Well! We are in a hurry today, aren't we?" Jim remarked. "I gotta get back home before my folks get back from church," Arlo said. "Okay, kiddo. Assume the position," his older friend said. As Jim lowered the back of the recliner a bit, Arlo began to reposition himself upon the man's body so that he was on all fours on his upper torso. Naturally, this had the effect of presenting his firm bubble butt for attention. Jim paused for a moment and savored the sight. He loved the way the boy's butt crack just naturally splayed open making his pucker a readily available target. He smiled! Then, he moved his head forward. "Ahhhh! Unngghh!" Arlo wailed, as the spongy tongue went to work on his hole. "Ooooooooo---Ooooooooo---Ooooooooo!" he began to coo, as the adult's tongue began to snake its way into his anus. For Jim, the fragrant soapy smell from Arlo's bath the night before was heaven. If he could have he would have smiled as Arlo began to wiggle his butt upon his invading tongue, assisting it in its objective to invade his most private region. "Uhh---Oooooooooooo---Uhhh---Unnnggghhh" Arlo soon wailed, as the spongy invader began to work its way around inside him. For awhile, Jim savored the moistness of Arlo's hole, the boy's cries of delight better than any symphony. Then, when Arlo's hole was wet enough, he replaced his tongue with two of his fingers. "Ah! Ooooooooooooo----Ooooooooooooo!" Arlo crooned, as the man's digits invaded his rectum. Jim smiled as Arlo began to buck back upon his fingers, the boy's moist cavern eager at the invasion. He resisted the urge to assume total control and fill him with his huge adult slong. It would have to wait, as always, it would all happen in good time. "Don't forget about me, Arlo," his older friend said softly. Of course, Arlo hadn't forgot about his older friend. He had already noticed the massive, flaccid, penis began to lengthen and was already preparing to grab hold of it when his older friend had spoken. "Yesssssssssss!" Jim hissed, as Arlo slurped the lengthening cock into his mouth and began to suck on it as he had done many times before. Soon, the living room was filled with nothing but the moans and groans of the two as Jim alternately used his fingers and tongue on Arlo's hole and Arlo worked his mouth upon the massive, hard, tube of his older friend. "Oh shit!" Jim exclaimed, when Arlo began to swirl his tongue over the head of his cock and jack it with his hand at the same time. Apparently, this time Arlo was going to take care of him first before he presented his own peter for the sucking, something that did happen every now and then, and this seemed to be one of those occasions. "Oh yes! That's good, Arlo! Yes!" Jim exclaimed, urging the boy on as he began to suck harder on his cock. Jim couldn't help but marvel at what an excellent cocksucker the spidery lad had become. Three years ago, when Arlo slurped the thing into his mouth of his own volition, Jim had been surprised and astounded both at the boy's seeming eagerness to do such a thing on his own, and at the fact that Arlo had willingly gulped down as much of his voluminous sperm load as he could, what he couldn't handle running out the sides of his mouth. Now, of course, it was no problem. "Oh yeah! I'm gonna cum, Arlo! Get ready!" Jim announced, sooner than he would have liked to. Quickly, Arlo inhaled deeply thorough his nostrils in preparation for the flood of salty goo that he knew would soon gush forth. "Oh yessssss--Arrrrrrrrggggggggggghhhhhh!" Jim cried out, and started blowing his load, Arlo gulping down each blast of the thick, white, cream as if he were drinking a vanilla malt. "There was a lot this time," Arlo commented, as he sat upon his older friend's lap and wiped the sperm residue from his lips with the back of his hand. "You always make me do that, kiddo," his older friend replied, and patted him on the head. " You ready for yours now?" he asked. "Oh yes!" Arlo replied eagerly, and escalated himself upward onto the man's upper chest and offered his hard peter for the sucking. "Unnnngggghhh---Ooooooooooo---Mmmmmmmm!" Arlo crooned, as his older friend began to slurp on his four-inch stiffie. Jim loved the succulent morsel and always made sure he did an extra-special good job giving it his attention. He had been just as excited as Arlo when Arlo began to get the tiny hairs on his groin and was pleased that he had been the recipient of Arlo's first, sweet, cum pellets. The boy's moans and gasps were the sweetest music in the world, as were his wails of delight when he finally came. "Oh--Oh--Mmmmmmm----Mmmmmm!" Arlo chanted, the feeling in his pecan-sized balls getting stronger and stronger, forcing him to start hunching his hips at his older friend's siphoning mouth. Naturally, Jim knew the signs that Arlo was getting close to his cum. So, he again took two of his fingers and inserted them into Arlo's bum and began to fuck him with them, making sure he gave special attention to the boy's prostate as he always did. "Arrrrrrrggggggghhhhhh---Unnnnggggghhhh---Unnngggggggghhhhh!" Arlo wailed, and began to frantically "rabbit fuck" the man's hungry mouth. Then, Arlo threw his head back and squealed, filling his older friend's mouth with blast after blast of drops of almost clear "boy nectar." "You feel better now?" Jim asked, as he cuddled the boy afterward, rubbing his hand through his hair and kissing him upon the forehead. "You had a real good one that time," he commented. "Yeah, I guess." Arlo replied. "Look, Arlo. Why don't you just forget about tomorrow night?" "I can't! It's like now. We just did stuff and I feel all funny again. It always happens on Halloween," Arlo said, prompting his older friend to chuckle and rub the nape of the boy's neck."Well, you and your friends be sure and come by my house first. I'll make sure you get lots of extra candy before the others come by," Jim replied, and kissed Arlo on the top of the head. The next evening, Arlo looked at himself in the full-length mirror one more time. His Batman costume was perfect, although the leotards were a little tight and the hooded mask was as well. But, all in all, he thought he looked okay. So, he headed to the front of the house to get his candy sack and flashlight so he could meet his friends. "Now, you be sure and stay in the neighborhood. There'll be lots of kids out and parents. You don't go wondering off. Not with all these boys that have come up missing," Arlo's mom admonished, as she made sure his costume looked okay. "Aw jeez, mom! I won't. I gotta go!" Arlo said, gathering up his flashlight and candy sack. Arlo kissed his mom goodbye and started to do the same with his dad, but he was obviously totally involved in the Monday Night football game. So, Arlo shrugged his shoulders and headed out to Trick or Treat. "Well, it's about time!" Gary said as Arlo came out of the house. "Jaime and I've waiting forever." "Look, we got to go to Jim's house first. He said he'd give us lots of extra candy," Arlo said. "Jim? Oh, the weird guy," Gary said, adjusting the holster on his cowboy costume. "He's not weird!" Arlo insisted. "Whatever!" Gary replied, rolling his eyes. "Come on guys, I don't want all the candy to be gone! Let's get goin," Jaime said, pulling his Spiderman mask down over his face. Of course, the boys went to Jim's house first and were the recipients of a whole bowl of candy that he dumped into their bags before he wished them on their way, taking note that the leotards Arlo was wearing accented his youthful package perfectly. Was it all the sex that the two of them had had over the last years? One would never know. But, Arlo had a lovely presentation for his age and it would be difficult for anyone not to notice it. Naturally, when he had closed the door, Jim shook his head and chuckled as he wondered how many others would notice the same thing as the boys made their rounds. Arlo and his two friends worked their way through the neighborhood like all the other boys and girls, scurrying from one house to the next collecting their Halloween loot. For some reason, people seemed to be more generous and all three of the boy's candy sacks were almost full by the time they had covered only half of the neighborhood. "I say when get to the end of the block we go back to my house and dump what we got so we can get more," Gary said, as the three of them trudged on to the next house. "Yeah! That way we can get a whole bunch more!" Jaime peeped. "I think we got enough already. Let's all go home," Arlo said, relieved that he had made it this far without anything strange happening. "Not me! I'm gonna stay out until I fill up the sack again," Gary replied. "Me too!" Jaime chimed in. "Well, I got enough. I'm goin home. I'll see you guys tomorrow," Arlo replied, and turned and headed back toward his house. Of course, Arlo's mother would have scolded him if she had known he was alone. But, with all the kids and adults about Arlo figured he was safe. Safe that is until he got to the point where he had to walk past the thickly wooded park. Briefly, he turned around and thought about going back and joining the others. Then, he turned and walked onward toward home at a much faster pace, humming a silly tune as he did so in order to make himself feel a little more comfortable and brave. Suddenly, the air around Arlo became deathly cold, as if he had stepped into a freezer. "Come to me, Arlo! Come! Come to me!" a raspy voice said. Arlo gasped, and for an instant, he stopped dead in his tracks. He turned his head toward where the voice had come from. It was the cloaked stranger with the painted face standing in an opening amongst some trees beckoning him with his arms! Arlo screamed and began to run toward home. Yet, it was like he was mired in quicksand, and as he tried to run the park seemed to be expanding around him. It couldn't be! He was supposed to be running toward home. Yet, it seemed like he was running deeper and deeper into the wooded park. "Come, Arlo! Come my precious child! It's Halloween. It's time!" the voice said, and again Arlo looked toward where the voice was coming from and screamed. The stranger had opened his cloak and he was naked underneath. Arlo recognized the huge, flaccid penis, pendulous balls, and hairy groin and he tried to run away even harder. Yet, the faster he tried the closer he seemed to get to the ghoul with the painted face. "No! No! Not again!" Arlo panted, now only a few meters away from the ghoul. "Yes, my precious! Again!" the ghoul said, and smiled, showing his yellowish teeth and opening wide the black cloak. There was a muffled squeal from Arlo as the cloak was closed around him, plunging him into pitch-black darkness. Then, Arlo fainted. "Ohhhhhhh-Ohhhhhh!" Arlo groaned as he began to regain consciousness. For some reason his arms hurt and he shook his head to try and clear the fog from his brain. Bit by bit, Arlo came back to reality, and as he did, realized he must be hanging by his wrists. Then, as his vision cleared he gasped, for he was greeted with the sight of the familiar iron bed, in the spooky old mansion, upon which he had lain tied five years ago tonight. Now, there were two naked boys, who looked to be a few years older than he was, writhing upon the bare mattress and frantically sucking each other's peters. Instantly, four years of Halloween nights came back to Arlo. It was then that he looked upward and realized he was hanging by his wrists from a rope that had been strung from one of the wooden rafters. As he did so, he also realized that he was naked and that there was a terrible, hot, familiar, feeling in his groin. He looked downward and moaned as he saw that not only was his peter stiff as a board. It was all going to happen again! "Oh God! Help me! Help me you two! Untie me quick!" Arlo hollered at the naked duo upon the bed. Alas, Arlo's pleas went unnoticed as the duo moaned and groaned upon the bed sucking each other's peters for all the were worth. "Oh gosh! Oh gosh! Stop that! Stop that you two! Help me! Untie me!" Arlo hollered, trying to get their attention. Again, Arlo's cries of desperation went unheard as both boys moaned loudly and convulsed upon the bed, each frantically rabbit fucking the mouth of the other. It was when they rolled apart panting from their cum that Arlo tried again. "Help me, guys! Untie me! Please help!" Arlo hollered. This time, the two noticed him and the bigger of the two, his peter still hard and jutting out from his small tuft of brown pubes, rolled off of the bed and headed toward him. "Untie me! Please do it quick!" Arlo begged, as the older boy approached him. Quickly, the older boy began to untie Arlo's wrists. "Oh thank you! Thank you!" Arlo said, as he was released. "Ummpppffff!" he exclaimed as he unceremoniously fell the half-foot or so to the wooden floor. However, that was all Arlo had time to say or express, for the older boy quickly straddled Arlo's shoulders and stuffed his hard peter into his mouth. At first, Arlo scowled at the intrusion. Yet, as his own peter was enveloped by a warm mouth Arlo excepted the invading penis as it began to fuck his throat, for the other boy was now slurping on his peter and Arlo was desperate to cum. Ultimately, the three rolled apart panting upon the floor, Arlo having swallowed a load of sperm from the older boy and having given the other one a taste of his own sweet nectar. Yet, as always, the satisfied feeling was short-lived. All three boys began to wank their peters as the urge to cum quickly returned. The two older boys looked at each other. Then, they scooped Arlo up off of the floor and carried him toward the bed, dumped him upon the mattress, and quickly dove in upon his naked body. In a flash, as if he were a rag doll, the two older boys positioned Arlo upon the bed so that he was on all fours and staring at the smaller boy's hard peter and small tuft of red pubes. He opened his mouth and willingly accepted the offering. Then, he grunted loudly as the other boy invaded his behind. In desperation, as they fucked him from both ends, Arlo reached under himself and began to wank his own frightfully hard peter. It was when the two older boys howled and began to fill his mouth and butt with their salty goo that Arlo began to spray his sperm pellets all over the mattress. Again, the three rolled apart exhausted and panting. As he lay there recovering from his most recent cum, it was a bit before Arlo noticed the boys were gone and he was now alone. "Oh God!" Arlo moaned, at the sudden absence of attention, for already the hot feelings in his groin were returning. "Arlo! Come join us! Come join us, Arlo!" Arlo heard the raspy male voice say, as if it were coming out of the thin air. "Oh no! Oh God! Oh God!" Arlo moaned, for he knew that he must go and he was powerless to resist. In desperation, Arlo roamed through the deserted halls of the old mansion looking for what he sought, the sensations in his groin getting so strong he couldn't stand them any more. He yelped, and fell to the wooden floor and frantically wanked his peter, crying out as he sprayed his cum droplets all over the oaken boards. "Oh gosh! Oh gosh! Arlo panted after his cum, for the strong feelings felt like they were returning even quicker this time. So, he got to his feet to continue what seemed like a hopeless search. Soon, he breathed a sigh of relief as he heard the familiar strains of a symphony orchestra in the distance and he quickened his pace, his feet carrying him toward where he knew he must go. For just an instant, Arlo stood in front of the big wooden door, from behind which the sounds of the orchestra could be heard. Then, he reached for the big brass doorknob and opened the door. It was all there, just as it all had been before. Everywhere Arlo looked, in the candlelit room, naked boys of all ages were fornicating. Because of the mirror covered walls it seemed that thousands of them were all having some kind of sex. As usual, in the middle of it all, was the king-sized bed that dominated the room like some sacrificial altar. The cloaked ghoul, with the chalk-white face, was hovering over a boy who had his feet bent clear back to his ears and his arms outstretched upon the bed. Arlo gasped when he recognized whom the boy was. It was Ronnie Simmons, one of the boys who had come up missing the day before, and the ten year old was grunting loudly as the ghoul's massive penis assaulted his bum. The big adult began to fuck the boy faster and harder and the hapless lad grabbed the sheets with his hands and began to wail. "Fuck me! Yes! Oh please fuck me! Fuck me forever!" the kid wailed, his cries echoing off of the walls of the room. Arlo watched as the big penis assaulted the kid's hole with increasingly faster thrusts until both Ronnie and the ghoul howled and convulsed before his eyes. Then, as the ghoul raised up off the boy's body and began to look around the room for someone else, Arlo squealed when the chalk-faced demon looked straight at him. "It's time, Arlo! It's Halloween! It's your turn now!" the ghoul said, motioning Arlo to come to him. Arlo stared at the chalk-white face, with the cheeks streaked with red paint, and into the man's coal-black eyes. Suddenly, he knew it was his turn and he must go. It was Halloween, the one time in the whole year. He had to go! Arlo began his march toward the bed, and as he did so, stared at the huge slimy cock sticking out of the hairy groin. Again the thing would work its magic and would give him the intense feelings that only happened once a year. As he climbed up onto the bed, and into the chalked-faced man's arms, there was a deep sigh from Arlo, for he knew what was about to happen. Arlo swooned as the man began to seduce his body, caressing every part softly and gently. The man's long fingers were brushing every spot sending waves of pleasure all over Arlo's spidery body as they had done before. A large, spongy tongue, slithered between Arlo's butt cheeks and gave attention to his hole, then a hungry mouth siphoned his peter, and sucked at his brown tits and his earlobes. Arlo's squeals and squeaks of delight almost rivaled the sounds of the orchestra in volume, as he became putty in the hands of the chalk-faced demon. Arlo gasped at the absence of the man's mouth as he was repositioned upon the bed head down and butt up. Has his body was re-arranged, he briefly caught sight of the other boys around the bed upon the floor, all sucking and fucking. Then, he yelped as the spongy tongue began to invade his bum again. "Are you ready, Arlo? This is a very special Halloween. I hope you remember it," the man said, his tongue having stopped giving attention to the Arlo's hole. "Yes, please! Oh do it! I need to cum soooooo bad!" Arlo whimpered in response. Again, there was another yelp from Arlo as the man's tongue went back to work on his bottom. All too soon there was again a sudden absence of the spongy invader and Arlo yelped again. Then, there was a sharp pain and a sudden rush of fullness, prompting Arlo to cry out and glance toward his behind, then groan. The huge, gleaming tube was lodged between his small, tight, buns. "I'm in you, Arlo. In you again!" the man said. "I knooooow!" Arlo whimpered. "You're always my special treat on Halloween!" the man said. "make me cum, please" Arlo replied meekly. "Oh you dear dear boy! You're going to cum sooooooo hard!" the man replied, and thrust all of the long thick tube into Arlo's rectum, causing him to grab the sheets with his hands and cry out again. For awhile, the man fucked Arlo head down and butt up upon the bed, the gleaming tube traveling into the very depths of the boy's insides. Twice Arlo's wails filled the room as orgasmic shock waves racked his body and his cum pellets shot onto the bed sheets, his peter jerking and twitching the whole time. Then, the man flipped him on his back, pushed his feet clear back to his ears, and began to assault Arlo's up-turned butt in royal fashion. "Ow! Ow! Unnnggghhhh! Unnngggghhhh!" Arlo wailed, his toes curling with every inward thrust, as the smacking sounds of the man's groin against his butt cheeks provided a staccato accompaniment for the strains of the orchestra's music. Deep in the back of his mind Arlo knew what was about to happen, it always did when the man would finally cum, and he grabbed hold of the bed sheets with the hands of his outstretched arms and held on. He began to sob, not from pain or fear, but in expectation of the unbelievable ecstasy that he knew would soon wrack his body to the very depths of his being. "Oh! Arggggggghhhhh! Argggggggggghhhh! Arggggghhhhh!" the man began to chant, as he began to rapidly bash Arlo's bottom. Then, as the violins of the orchestra resounded in a crescendo, the man bellowed upward with them, like a bull, and began to fill the boy's insides with sperm. Instantly, it was if a flood of molten lava was pouring into Arlo's insides and spreading out to every nerve ending in his body, exploding them with pleasure. Arlo grabbed the bed sheets so hard he almost ripped them and howled like a coyote, howling at the Halloween moon, as he had an orgasm so intense that it was as if his entire insides were shooting from his peter as his cum drops sprayed onto his tummy. The crushing weight of the man's body was suddenly gone, and Arlo lay by himself upon the bed, his now dilated hole seeping the "bluish-tinted" sperm and his tummy heaving up and down as he panted heavily from his recent cum. However, any respite was short lived. Someone grabbed the ankle of his right foot and Arlo looked to see who it was. It was an older teenager, with curly blonde hair and a big, hard, cock, that was almost as big as the man's, jutting out from his blonde pubes. Arlo squealed as he was dragged off of the bed and onto the floor among the seething mass of naked boys. Quickly, the older boy rolled Arlo into a ball and buried his man-sized cock all the way into Arlo's already cum-lubed bottom, prompting Arlo to cry out at the initial invasion, then grunt steadily as the lust-crazed teenager began to frantically fuck his bottom. In but a short time, the teen with the curly blonde hair yelped and made his deposit into Arlo's rectum then rolled away, leaving Arlo unfulfilled. Frantically, Arlo began to wank his hard peter to relieve his desire to cum again. Then, he noticed a dark-haired younger boy wiggling his butt at him and smiling. In a flash, Arlo was up behind the kid grabbing hold of the younger boy's hips. The kid cried out from the swift intrusion of Arlo's peter into his bottom, then yipped and yelped until Arlo squealed and spewed his cum pellets all over the walls of the boy's insides. There seemed to be cocks everywhere that needed attention. Stubby ones, fat ones, little dinks, older teenaged hairy ones, all in need of something to put them in, and Arlo wanted them all. He had to have them all! He just had to! Eventually, Arlo's face, lips, and a goodly part of his body, became caked with dried cum. Sperm dripped from his hole and down his crack and onto his thighs, like wax from a lighted candle, for there was always a peter that needed sucking or a hard penis to fill his hole, it seemed. Arlo lost count of the times he came. None, of course, were as intense as the one that he had had when the chalked-faced man fucked him, however. No, none of the cocks and peters that entered his bottom could seem to do that. Alone on the floor for a moment, Arlo got to his knees and looked around the room for the cloaked man, hoping that he would see him beckoning him again. Yet, the man was no where to be seen. A black teenager, physically bigger and seemingly older than all the rest, pushed Arlo back onto the floor and stuffed his big cock into Arlo's mouth and began to fuck the black thing down his throat. When the boy came, he pulled his cock out and sprayed his goo all over Arlo's face blinding him with sperm and Arlo fainted into a deep, black, void. "Oh God! Oh God! It happened again!" Arlo exclaimed, when he all of a sudden he found himself standing on his front porch alone with his still almost full bag of Halloween candy, for indeed it had happened again just as he had predicted. "Arlo! It's good to see you! It's been days," his older friend Jim said, as he opened the front door and saw Arlo standing there. "Come in! Come in! I was just listening to some of my favorite music. How was Trick or Treat?" the man asked, as Arlo sauntered in and headed toward his usual place on the living room couch. "It happened just like I knew it would," Arlo said, as he plopped himself down upon the couch. "Oh really?" his older friend commented, as he locked the front door, went over and cut the volume down low on the stereo, and headed toward his recliner. "I knew it would. But, it's all different this time," Arlo said. "Oh? How's it different?" his friend Jim asked, as he seated himself in the recliner. "I remember it. I remember it all," Arlo replied. "My goodness! You do?" "Uh huh! Every bit of it," Arlo said. "Well then, tell me about it," his older friend replied. Jim listened as Arlo told about his Halloween experiences over the last five years. "Arlo, you absolutely have the most fantastic imagination of any boy I've ever known," his older friend said, when Arlo had finished. "It's not imagination. It's all true," Arlo replied, prompting his friend to chuckle. "Well, just the same, it's a very nice and sexy story," Jim replied. "It's not a story, it's true," Arlo replied. Then suddenly, a strange look came upon Arlo's face. His eyes widened a bit, and he cocked his head as if he were listening intently to something. Then, the look on Arlo's face changed and he smiled at his older friend. "Is something the matter, Arlo?" Jim asked. "Now, I know you know! Arlo said, and grinned. "Uh, know what?" Jim asked. "About all I just told yah. About everything on Halloween," Arlo replied. "Arlo, honest! I've told you before. I really don't," his older friend replied. "Oh yes you do!" Arlo said, and rose from the couch, and removed his tee shirt and started unbuckling the belt on his baggy jeans. "Uh, Arlo, I don't mind us doing stuff right now but I really don't know anything," Jim said, as Arlo, now swiftly stripped naked, except for his trainers, walked toward him, his peter already hard. "Oh yes you do. I know you do!" Arlo said, as he climbed the man's lap, put his arms around his neck, and then looked straight into his eyes. "What makes you think that?" Jim asked. "That!" Arlo replied. "What?" Jim asked, having no idea what the kid was talking about. "That music. What that orchestra is playing," Arlo replied. "Oh that, that's just one of my favorites, I play it all the time," Jim responded, prompting Arlo to cackle with laughter. "I know, I remember it's the same one that has been playing every time the man with the cloak and chalk-white face puts his thing up my butt on Halloween," Arlo said, and smiled at his older friend. "But----" "Ssssshhh!" Arlo said, holding his finger up to Jim's lips. "I know all about it now! I remember. You said, you hoped I'd remember. You don't have to lie or try to fool me anymore. Will you teach me all about the magic and stuff?" Arlo asked. For a moment, Jim sat silent. Then, Jim smiled, grinned, and then began to run his fingers through the boy's hair and hugged him. "Sure, kiddo! Everything! With my powers, you can learn to do it all, too, if you want " his older friend said. "What about when you put your thing in my butt and cum in me? Will it feel the same? The very same?" Arlo asked. "Every single time!" Jim responded, and kissed the boy on the forehead. In response, Arlo began laughing, and hugged his older friend's neck as tightly as he could. And, his older friend, Jim, hugged Arlo tightly as well and began laughing with him. Because, you see, from now on it would really be Halloween all year long, forever and ever! Boo!