Date: Tue, 9 Oct 2018 13:50:39 -0700 From: Marcus Wolf Subject: The Great Pumpkin The story blog post you are about to view contains content only suitable for adult readers and has gay themed sexual descriptions. Please forward you comments to golemwriter@gmail.com or make comments on the original blogger post. I've never really believed in Santa Claus. At least the idea of a big fat man traveling around the world Christmas Eve in a red suit. But I do believe in the The Great Pumpkin. When I was a very young, my Grandfather told me a life changing story. How on one fall evening, while he was tending his pumpkin patch, a specter appeared. A man he called the 'Great Pumpkin'. The Great Pumpkin showed my Grandfather all sorts of wonderful things and made him feel happier and more fulfilled than any other time in his life. Though the Great Pumpkin never appeared to him again, he would often go to the pumpkin patch on a fall evening, usually Halloween the evening they met, and wait for the return of the Great Pumpkin. During his wait, he would remember all the wonderful feelings, the happiness and those special moments they shared together. He said if he could only wish hard enough, the Great Pumpkin would return to him. As my Grandfather told me this story, I remembered the longing in his face and the happiness that was not there in later years. I could also remember the hard thickness under my butt as I sat in his lap. His cock growing under his pants as he remembered the wonderful time with the Great Pumpkin. I listened intently to every word. My mind running wild with all the visions of what the Great Pumpkin would look like and the things he could do. "Maybe when you're older, you will be lucky enough to meet the Great Pumpkin yourself" he said winking at me. Sadly, he passed before he was able to show me the wonderful pumpkin patch he spoke of. But I vowed to his memory, that I would meet the Great Pumpkin myself one day. On the fall of my thirteen year, my parents allowed me to go out on my own for trick-or-treat. My fourteen year older brother had been allowed to go out on his own at the same age. And with him checking up on me during the evening, my parents felt safe to let me out alone on this festive night.. True to my Grandfather's memory, I walked to the edge of town to a small farm. They had a pumpkin patch which supplied much of the local fall pumpkin needs of our town, including the numerous jack'o lanterns that dotted the porches and yards. For three years, I would sit out in the field surrounded by the few remaining pumpkins from harvest. My brother Chuck was always teasing me for wasting an evening of candy, fun and in later years, partying. My brother Chuck was a big hulking guy that got offered a football scholarship when he was just a sophomore. Our parents were very proud of Chuck's ability and happy his college would be paid for. Our family was not well off and college expenses would definitely be a burden. I was not as athletic as Chuck but definitely physically fit. If I was going to attend college, it would have to be on an academic scholarship. So, I would be hitting the books all the time. "Dude, don't you ever pull your nose from those books?" Chuck would say sarcastically. "Your brain will explode." I would throw him an evil look and Chuck would start laughing. My brother and I shared a bedroom in our parent's modest home. It was a bit cramped and didn't provide much privacy. Luckily, we did have our own bathroom which at least allowed some privacy from our parents. Chuck wasn't concerned about modesty and I often admired his strong muscular body as he showered and dressed in front of me. He would often walk around our room naked or bare chested, oblivious to me and to the boner he caused in my shorts. Chuck and I were very close even for brothers. I was much smaller than him and he was always my protector, my mentor and best friend. His popularity kept him busy with parties and friends. But every year on Halloween after leaving his festivities, he would come over to the pumpkin patch to collect me. It was usually after midnight, dark and cold. I would be asleep on some vines shivering against a pumpkin. Chuck would laugh at me while literally carrying me to our home. I remember when I started freshman year at high school. I never felt so lonely or out of place before. At fourteen in the showers after P.E., I rapidly became aware of my admiration of the male form and quickly realized I was gay. This revelation only added to the loneliness and separation I felt in school. Some nights, I would be sobbing quietly in my bed and Chuck would whisper, "Come on buddy." He would lift his blankets inviting me to his bed. I would jump over quickly thankful for the chance to be close to him. His big arms would wrap around me, making me feel safe and secure. His bed was always a safe haven from all my troubles. For the first few months of my freshman year, I would enjoy the comfort of my brother's embrace. But when I turned fifteen, my feelings for my brother grew to become something else. Chuck was a handsome, muscular, football player whose body would dwarf many men. He also recently took to sleeping naked because his clothes would bind he during the night. Now, when I slipped into his bed nestling into his big arms and furry chest, I was fully aware of his body. The warmth of his skin would even penetrate through underwear and my smooth round butt could feel his big soft heavy cock against my cheek. My heart would race pumping blood to my groin forcing a raging hard-on. His breath was always hot against my neck and I so desired for him to press his lips to my flesh. One night while cuddling with Chuck, I slipped off my underwear and rubbed my perfect ass up and down his crotch slowing inducing his hefty manhood into action. His cock hardened under me and slid easily into the deep valley between my firm cheeks. Chuck was a deep sleeper but his breathing began to get heavier and excited. He started to instinctively hump against me easily pushing me into the bed. I could feel a slickness against my hole as his precum poured into my crack. Though I had seen his dick many times swaying in front of me as he dressed in the mornings. I was amazed at his fully erect size fulling my whole crack and pushing my cheeks apart. His locker room nickname, 'Horse' seemed literally appropriate. Tonight, my need for my brother had gone far beyond feeling secure and brotherly love. I wanted his thick manhood inside me. I wanted him to penetrate me, fill me, and make love to me. Other than my own fingers, nothing had been up my ass. I wasn't sure if I could take Chuck's monster. Many times, he would come home pissed off because his current girlfriend wouldn't fuck him. "Fucking bitches won't even try to ride me" he'd say dejected. It was going to be a challenge, but I was sure I could take it up my hole. The precum from his cock was pouring into my ass and dripping onto the bed. My hole was saturated with his ample natural lube. I took my hands spreading my firm round globes so I could feel his cock against my virgin hole. I almost came as his hot flesh slid across my pucker eliciting waves of delight. I used my fingers to scoop the clear liquid into my wanting hole. I brought my finger to my mouth tasting my brother for the first time. It was sweet like him. I reached around excited by the taste and smell of my big brother and grabbed his thick hard shaft. He continued to hump my hand blissfully dreaming of some erotic encounter with a new girl no doubt. I positioned his lance at my hole just as his thrust forced his big flared head past my ring. I covered my mouth with my other hand, biting down on to stifle a cry of pain. Chuck moaned out loud as his thickness penetrated my warm tight chute inch by inch. His big strong hand moved from my chest to my waist holding me tight against his thrusting organ. It only took a few seconds for Chuck to bury all ten inches of his impressive tool deep in my virgin ass. His girth was stretching my hole mercilessly but it seemed to accept him without reservation. I was slipping into a blissful state of euphoria enjoying the sensation of my brother's hot flesh inside me when his labored breathing stopped. I could feel his hand tremble against my belly and all his muscles tighten under me. I warily turned my head looking into his eyes. They were open, wide and glazed with a look of fear and confusion. His body was frozen and his thrusting had stopped. He didn't move a muscle except for his cock which still pulsed with sexual need deep in my hole. "I am so sorry" Chuck said as he started to pull his sizable phallus from my tight warm hole. "I, I, ...." he stuttered as my hand went to his muscular butt holding it from withdrawing. "This isn't your fault" I said softly. "I want you to be inside me. I want to be connected to you in the most intimate way. You've always made me feel safe and loved." I pushed back against him sinking his cock deeper into my body. "This is the safest and most loved I've ever been" I said. Chuck looked at me. The fear in his eyes now turning to anger and disgust. "We can't do this" he said with a crackling voice. "This is fucking wrong Liney." "Does it feel wrong?" I said squeezing his cock with my tight ass. His lips betrayed him as he let out an involuntary moan of pleasure. "Let me feel you, please you and make you happy. You don't know how happy I am with you deep inside me." Chuck's anger faded and compassion took it's place. He was always quick to assume the role of compassionate brother and protector. If his, obviously gay, brother needed his cock deep in his soft warm fuck hole to feel safe then who was he to deny him. Besides, the tightness of my ass was unlike anything Chuck had ever felt. It sent waves of erotic desire through his cock across his entire body. My brother's rock hard cock throbbing inside my cute round ass gave me a sense of power that I enjoyed . My butt seemed to massage Chuck's organ up and down while he laid there contemplating the pros and cons of gay incest. Eventually, a broad smile crossed his face "Fuck, I guess we've shared everything else during our life. Might as well share each other too!" I smiled pushing my butt into his groin. I moved his hand further down my stomach letting him feel my hard cock, showing him my desire. He kissed me softly on the neck. Something I wanted since I first felt his breath. He began fucking me slowly moving only a few inches in and out of my love chute. But the idyllic moments of tenderness were soon to give way to Chuck's pent up sexual need. His breathing was becoming more and more intense. His thrusting more and more powerful. I was afraid his loud erotic moans would wake our parents. The twin bed creaked under the muscular pounding of his fuck tool. His hand again wrapped around my waist pulling me into every manly thrust. He bellowed like a bull shoving his dick as far as he could before grunting his release. I could feel the warmth of my brother as his cock erupted hot creamy cum into me. Burst after burst pumped from his large nuts filling me so full I would be able to taste him. I had never before felt so content, happy, and satisfied. I looked back at Chuck to also see a smile of blissful satisfaction. He kissed me on the lips for the first time and I kissed him back with all the passion I had built up over the year. "That was the best fuck. Actually, the only fuck, I've ever had" he said. "I couldn't have imaged how good it would feel. I love you little bro." He kissed me again then started to pull out. "No" I said in a bleeding voice. "I want to go to sleep in your arms with you inside me." Chuck smiled saying "I'll will fall out eventually." "But not until I drift off" I replied. He smiled pulling me into his strong muscled chest and grinding his still hard cock deeper into my hole. "Good night Liney. Sweet dreams." After that night, my brother and I spent many evenings in the same bed. Even though Chuck always had a girlfriend, he still wanted to please me and himself using my tight hot little hole. He even let me practice giving him head letting me know exactly what to do and how best to please him. We would often go downstairs to the basement rec-room to watch sports away from our parents prying eyes. Well, at least Chuck would be watching sports, I was between his legs worshiping that impressive manhood of his. He said my blowjobs were so much better than his girlfriends that I would always be able to suck his dick and, of course, ride it. He said, even if he got married, he would pull his zipper down for me anytime. I felt a strange sense of pride in this and continually strive to make myself better and better for him. Sometimes, he and Dad would be watching a game and I would come downstairs. Chuck would move over to the bar behind the couch allowing me to pull his cock from his sweats and suck him while he and Dad complained about the game plays. I sometimes wondered if Dad guessed what we were doing but if he did, he never said anything. He also never mentioned Chuck's strange need move behind the bar when I came down or the obvious moans under his breath as he shoved his cock deep into my throat. Even during the holidays, with Chuck's girlfriend over for dinner, I would manage to sneak under the table while the girls were in the kitchen cleaning and Dad snoozed in the living-room. Chuck would be downing his second piece of pie while I was downing his manhood, both of us finishing up at the same time. And ever fall, I would go out on Halloween night to see if the Great Pumpkin would show himself to me. Chuck could not understand it. He would make his best case for alternatives but I would not be deterred. And around midnight or one in the morning, Chuck would make his way to the field and carry me home to bed. This was the way for the past four years. But this Halloween was going to be was different. I was seventeen and a senior in high school Chuck had graduated last spring and was away at university all summer for football. Unlike previous years, he would not be here to rescue me after a cold night of waiting for the Great Pumpkin. I was almost ready to give up the quest and go out with my friends. But the words of my Grandfather echoed in my head. A specter who made him feel happier than any time in his life. With Chuck gone the last few months, I definitely wanted to feel happier. The loneliness seemed amplified returning to high school without Chuck roaming the halls. I missed his strong comforting embrace and didn't know how I was going to make it though my senior year without him. Shortly after sundown, I began my familiar trek to the pumpkin patch. It had been my Halloween destination the last four years without any signs of the Great Pumpkin. The patch had grown smaller over the last couple of years with only a few scattered pumpkins remaining. I sat looking up at the stars wondering if Grandfather's story was true or just a story told to a gullible grandson. But he was so passionate when he told me of the meeting between him and the Great Pumpkin that I felt it must be true. As the night waned on, my eyes grew heavier and finally closing as sleep overtook me. Sometime later, I awoke to a flaming jack'o lantern starring me in the face. I screamed as the pumpkin floated around in the air blinding my eyes with the flickering light. Then the annoying laughter of my classmates filled the silence. "Did you finally see your Great Pumpkin?" one them asked dropping the jack'o lantern. The pumpkin hit the ground smashing into pieces and everything grew dark once again. "You are one weird guy, Linus" said my friend. I know they were only having fun at my expense and could never understand my need to be out here. "Hey, we're all heading over to Trevor's house. You want to ditch the patch and come along?" I seriously thought about it. The Great Pumpkin didn't seem to hold any interest in me. I doubted that I would ever see him. Having fun for once rather than freezing to death in the dirt was looking pretty good right now. But again, the words of my Grandfather came back into my head and perseverance won out. "Thanks, Mike. But I think I'll just sit here a while longer." Knowing better than to argue the group left but Mike stayed behind to keep me company. He and I had become an item over the summer and leaving me alone to party didn't seem right. "So what is this Great Pumpkin thing again?" he asked. I told him about the story my Grandfather told me when I was younger. "Was he on something?" Mike laughed. "I just want to feel that kind of great happiness, so bad" I said. "That's why I'm out here every Halloween." "Speaking of happiness" Mike said standing up. "And since we are out here all alone." He pulled down his zipper saying "Why don't you make me happier." I smiled as Mike pulled his stiffening cock from his jeans. "I don't know about the Great Pumpkin but that mouth of yours is definitely a wonderful place to me." His proud seven inches stood out straight. The skin pulled halfway off the beautiful purple head I had been polishing all summer. A drop of precum glistened against the starlight beckoning my tongue to taste my friend. I reached up licking the sweetness of Mike's tool spreading it across my lips before sliding it down my gullet. My years of servicing Chuck had made me an expert at sucking cock. Mike cooed as I began blowing his horn like a master from the sex orchestra. "Fuck Linus! You are a fucking prodigy with that mouth." I sucked and played his instrument making beautiful music only boys can hear. His cold balls still hung low warmed by my expert fingers. Mike's hips bucked back and forth helping his impending orgasm along. His mind lost in the inexplicable pleasure of a warm mouth around his teenage cock. All too soon his balls escaped my grasp pulling themselves back into the warmth of his body. His hips froze and his cock throbbed as he let loose a torrent of hot boy cum into my gulping mouth. "Ah, fuck! Yeah, fucking suck out that load. Holy shit, you know how to fuck suck dick!" My tongue expertly writhed around his shaft forcing Mike to continue his orgasm for a long while. He grabbed my head for support as his knees began to buckle. "Jesus man, you always make me cum so fucking hard." With his dick spent, Mike pulled his wet shaft from my mouth. He shivered a moment from the night air before getting his dick back into his pants. "Stand up, I'll return the favor" he said like a dutiful boyfriend. "That's OK" I said. "I'm good just sitting here." "Well, I'll sit here with you" he said reluctantly. I held my hand up keeping Mike from sitting down. "Go on to Trevor's" I told him. "It's alright. And besides, I kind of do this by myself." Mike looked questioning "Are you sure Linus?" I nodded my head. "Well, OK. Call me if you change your mind" he added. "I will." Mike walked off leaving me staring at the stars once again. It was getting close to midnight when I usually gave in to the cold night and Chuck would come by to take me home. This time I decided to make a night of it. Maybe I was leaving too early and the Great Pumpkin needed more time. The last time I looked at my watch, before drifting off, it was 2 am. I was in a deep sleep but remember being picked up by big strong hands and carried above the ground. It wasn't until I felt the warm water covering my body, that I became fully awake. I looked around seeing our familiar bathroom and I looked up seeing my big brother smiling down at me. "Hello, little bro. Long night in the pumpkin patch?" he said chuckling. I stood up from the water throwing my arms around him. "Oh Chuck. I'm so glad to see you. But how?" "I knew you'd be out there waiting for that Great Pumpkin dude. And that you'd freeze to death if I didn't go and get you." I smiled sheepishly. "That must have been quite a drive." "Seven hours, you little fuck. I left right after practice." He hugged my wet body letting his hands move down to my bath warmed butt cheeks. "The water is still warm" I said unbuttoning his shirt. "Let's see if we can't sooth those aching muscles." Chuck smiled pulling his pants off to help me. His body was even more muscular with all the summer training and I found myself drooling my approval. He stepped into the bath forcing the water to the brim with his bulky frame. I laid back feeling my brother's body and the hard shaft that slipped comfortably in my butt crack. "I see there is one muscle that especially needs some soothing. I said raising myself from the water allowing Chuck to point his massive cock at my treasure hole. I lowered down expertly guiding all of his thick ten plus inches deep into my body. "God, I've missed your tight ass" Chuck said splashing the water as he fucked like a starving man. His cock seemed to grow bigger and bigger with each lustful thrust. His big arms wrapped around me lifting me out of the water as he shoved his cock hard and deep into my ass. I felt the beating of his heart as his dick throbbed and shot a huge load of brotherly love into my thankful hole. He panted in my ear saying "I love you Liney. More than I realized." The feel of my brother's cock stretching me and filling me made me happier than I'd been in a long time. In fact, having Chuck buried into me is when I feel the happiest. It was then I realized the truth. All these years, my Great Pumpkin was my brother. He always rose from the pumpkin patch each Halloween to take me home. He was the one person who made me feel wonderful and happier than I've ever been. Just like Grandfather said. Excited by the revelation, I turned to Chuck and said "You are my Great Pumpkin. You, Chuck." He smiled saying in a matter of fact tone, "Took you long enough." He kissed me and then stroked my body as we lay together in the warm water. "Happy Halloween, Chuck. I love you." "Happy Halloween, Liney. I love you too"