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Story title : A Very Special Halloween
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A VERY SPECIAL HALLOWEEN (M/b, b/b, snuff)
By Debonair (debonair63@hotmail.com)
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"The boy that you loved is the man that you fear. Peel
off all those eyes and crawl into dark. You've poisoned
all your children to camouflage your scars. Pray unto
the splinters. Pray unto your fear. Pray your life was
just a dream, the cut that never heals. The world is in
my hands. There's no one left to hear you. There's no
one left for you." - Marilyn Manson
*
Hi boys and girls! It's time for the incredible tale of
a little boy named Arlo. A kid just like you maybe, who
didn't believe anything special happened on the night of
the 31st of October. After all, he already knew Santa
was actually uncle Frank with a fake white beard. And
magic was something you could do with swift hands. Oh,
poor Arlo, the fool. 'What's so special about
Halloween?' he mused. Hey, it's all about getting free
candy!
And so, he stretched his legs, rousing from a good night
of sleep just like any other day. The sunshine beaming
from in between the blinds, traced long triangles on his
pajama-clad body. He wiped the gunk at the corner of his
green eyes and wiggled his toes. Like any typical six-
year-old, he sprung out of bed, his battery recharged
completely.
The onset of a new day had him humming some silly tune.
His sleepwear quickly flew across the room, discarded as
if it was litter. He strolled naked to the drawers, idly
scratching his pendulous testicles. The sight of his
morning boner brought a sly smile to his lips. He
selected a pair of white tube socks with red stripes and
put them on his little feet, then he jumped into his
perfectly bleached underoos. It was all he needed to
protect his modesty in front of his mommy and daddy.
Before running to the breakfast table, he made a pit-
stop at the bathroom. Stray curls in his brown mop
caught his attention in the mirror. He flattened them
and took his post in front of the ceramic bowl. The flow
of urine trickling from the circumcised head of his
penis relieved the ache in his bladder. For an instant,
he toyed with the undomesticated organ. A cool little
morsel of hard flesh so fascinating to touch and fondle.
Soon, it shriveled, going limp like a noodle. It was
pointless to play with it any longer, thus he raced to
the kitchen to be greeted by the tender caresses of his
mother on his shoulders. His dad tousled his hair.
"Mornin' champ!" he said. "Do you want pancakes?" his
mother asked.
Arlo nodded, swinging his legs under the chair, awaiting
the meal. The big plate in front of him woke his taste
buds. He poured a coat of syrup on the pile and attacked
the spongy discs, patting his tummy in the process.
Something was odd however. He couldn't put his finger on
it. An eerie breeze tickled his bare back. Nothing like
the usual Sunday mornings. He glanced outside the patio
doors and that's when he spotted him. That man behind
the fence, watching him with his binoculars. He had
caught the stranger spying on him before, while he
splashed in the pool with his pals. He glared at him,
his blood turning cold.
At first, the queer behavior didn't bother him. But now,
he was frightened, disturbed by the big glassy eyes staring
at his half-naked form. "I'm not hungry anymore mom. Can
I go play?"
"Yes dear. Just finish your milk first."
-=-
The cold autumn air nipped at Arlo's bare thighs. He
rubbed the frozen skin below the hem of his skimpy red
shorts and scanned up and down the street for any sign
of the creepy individual. As a burst of courage engulfed
his little heart, he dashed away from his secure
domicile, running madly to his destination.
He crashed in the door of the white house at the end of
the avenue and rang the doorbell, rising on his tippy
toes to reach it. The harsh wind frigorified his pudgy
fingers. He stumped his feet on the cement porch,
studying wildly the deserted street, until the man
finally opened the door.
"Oh! Hello Arlo?" Jim Flanagan spoke softly, watching
the child race between his legs. "Are you in a hurry?"
"I'm scared! Somebody's after me!"
"Is it the aliens again?"
"Nooo. It's a man! He's spying on me!"
"Are you sure?"
"It's true!" the tyke reaffirmed, rolling his eyes in
their sockets.
"Well, last time you said Mrs. Sorenson's dog was
possessed by the devil..." the man muttered, lifting the
little boy off the ground to sit him on his lap.
"It was!" Arlo giggled, wriggling in the comforting
embrace of his old friend. The adult removed his
miniature sneakers and pulled on his socks. His
carpenter hands squeezed his boyfeet, warming up each
teeny toe. They roamed on his legs, caressing the icy
flesh.
Arlo smiled at the gentle host. He loved the way the
forty-two-year-old man held him tight. Not like his
mommy and daddy. It was different. The stranger never
scolded him or told him what to do. He touched him
everywhere and kissed him everywhere too, even on his
butt!
Jim was the coolest guy in the world. He was his second
daddy. The man with a handsome face and sporty looks
exhilarated him. Whenever they went to the mall on a
spending spree, people thought he was a movie star! Jim
could make all the voices of the cartoons characters and
tell the most hilarious jokes.
"What disguise will you wear tonight kiddo?"
"I'm gonna be the Lion King!" the small lad cheered,
eyeing the sweet fingers massaging his groin.
"Uhmm. I know someone who has a stiffy!" Jim grinned.
"Yess!" the six-year-old squealed with gleeful abandon.
With a natural gesture, he slipped his shorts down to
his knees, exhibiting the naughty eleventh finger. The
adult's paw quickly cupped his tender balls. "You like
that uh?" Jim asked, teasing the delicate erection.
"Suck it again! Suck my dick like the last time!" Arlo
whined, bouncing on the belly of his confident. Jim
stood up, admiring the cherub a second, before stealing
his clothes. While the man finished undressing him, Arlo
relaxed. Unlike with other people, the idea of being
naked with Jim didn't upset him. When his underpants
slipped off his feet, he placed his legs on the arms of
the lazy-boy, anticipating the first peck on his hard
little rod.
The grandfather clock ticked in the corner of the living
room, guiding Jim's mouth on the child's bare form. With
every second, he went from one spot to the next,
nibbling the tiny tits, licking the cute bellybutton.
The diminutive male was sexed-up, purring as his head
traveled on his undeveloped chest. He bathed the flesh
around the kid's genitals with his tongue. It was so
smooth, devoid of any hair, any smell but the fresh
scent of clean boyishness. "Do it on my pee-nis!" Arlo
conjured.
Jim threw a warm smile at the elf and swallowed his
nutsac, twirling each pea-sized ball around his oral
cavity. "Hmmmm.. do my dick too!" the first grader
insisted excitedly. Without further coaxing, Jim let the
tip of his tongue dance on the two-inch bit. He suckled
the child penis amorously. It was hard as a peg of wood,
alive and twitching in the confines of his humid cavern.
He gobbled up the entire package and suctioned it. The
incessant moans of the child were intoxicating. He
marveled at the kid's ease to naturally accept his lurid
exploration. How he surrendered himself to the pleasure.
It was a thing of infinite beauty, fueling his passion.
He flipped Arlo on his stomach and kneaded the firm
white melons, parting them slowly to reveal the
exquisite puckered anus he yearned to deflower. The
tyke's legs flailed as his tongue lapped up the satiny
crack. "You're licking my butt!" Arlo confirmed the
obvious, accompanying his statement with a flurry of
high-pitched giggles.
The man's cock was hurting in his jeans. He let it spear
out and wedged it between the perky buttocks of his
immature lover. The mounds hugged it so deliciously.
Arlo began squirming under him, rubbing his adorable
fanny on his gigantic sausage, enticed by its radiating
heat. Jim gripped his enormous pole and pressed it
against the virgin ring, just to feel its amazing
tightness on the very tip of his helmet. How could he
even dream of plunging into that small boy? A gift from
god he should cherish and love. It would have to wait,
until everything was just right.
He could imagine it however, taste it. The incomparable
clasping of the kid's asshole around his shaft as it
vanished deep into his warm rectum. An unholy merging.
Just a man addicting a young boy to the most subtle of
all pleasures. He wondered how long it would take before
the boy crossed the threshold when pain fades away and
all that is left is the ecstasy of their union, the
sheer joy of submission when every thrust of his swollen
fuckstick would make him
supplicate for more.
That time will come soon he mumbled, diving on the boy's
shithole to drive his large oral instrument into it.
Again, Arlo trashed on the vinyl armchair, swimming in
the blissful pool of new stimulations. Jim probed the
minuscule orifice, savoring the blend of soap and boyish
essence. The sounds of his squishy invasion had the kid
laugh wholeheartedly. He was bumping and grinding, lost
in the frenzy of his impending baby climax.
Jim watched carefully the little demon humping his lazy-
boy. The child stiffened abruptly and his bumhole winked
at him. The ultimate compliment for his skillful oral
ministrations.
"Did you get the tingles? Was it a good cum?"
"Yess." Arlo nodded, perching himself on the edge of the
large armchair.
"Do you wanna see me squirt?"
"Yup!" Arlo nodded again, crushing in his tiny fists,
the tower of flesh pointed in his direction.
"Lick it up!" Jim exclaimed. "That's it!" he encouraged,
watching the sweet tongue swirl around the bloated
flesh, covering it with spittle and his abundant pre-
cum. The mix of fluids oozed down the laddie's chin.
"Uhhh, that feels really good Arlo!"
Already, his seed was boiling at the base of his cock.
The simple vision of this six-year-old giving him a blow
job was enough to make him cum a hundred times over. He
petted the child's silky brown hair, his eyes riveted on
the pouty lips awkwardly sucking on his cockhead. When
the boy managed to fit the entire mushroom into his
mouth, his organ flared.
The detonation of his orgasm fired up a volley of
burning sauce, flooding the kid's throat. His pulsing
prick trembled, shooting rope after rope of his massive
load onto Arlo's button nose. It was a party for the
kid. He examined closely the intriguing result with a
wide smile, catching the greasy spurts on his face.
"I made a lot this time!" Jim commented.
"Yeah! That was fun!"
-=-
Mary adjusted the disguise of her son in the living
room, testing the stitches of the lion costume. Over his
shoulder, she watched anxiously the anchorwoman recite
the six o'clock news, her ears ringing with the
disturbing words: "The search is still on for a child
molester the authorities are calling Night Predator. The
man, who is believed to be a Rutger Valley resident, has
already made seven victims. Police officials stated
earlier today that they will be out in full force
tonight and warned parents to be extra careful..."
'Mommy, my back is itching!" Arlo complained.
"There." Mary muttered, scratching his fury back. For an
instant, she felt like hugging him. He looked so cute
with his golden brown suit, his painted face buried in a
halo of frilly wool strands and his long tail ending
with a bushy ball of hair. "Do you think it's safe with
that guy out there?" she blurted out, glancing sideways
at her husband.
"Yup. He won't be alone honey. Jim's gonna chaperon him
and a couple more kids..."
"I wish I could go. We don't know anything about that
man!"
"Jim? He's a nice guy. Don't worry so much! You see bad
people everywhere..."
"A mother's instinct is never wrong.." she snapped
coldly, handing an empty bag to her boy. "Now, don't eat
any of the fruits and unwrapped candy Arlo! And don't
move ten feet away from the rest of the group. I don't
want you to be alone one second! You hear me?"
"Yes mommy. I promise." the little boy acquiesced
nervously.
-=-
Jim Flanagan rounded up the boys on the sidewalk.
Besides precious Arlo, there was the Russell brothers
also, two spunky blond brats. Mark, the nine-year-old,
dressed as Anakin Skywalker, seemed to have his heart
set on doing mischief. An inclination he quickly
attempted to suppress. As for his kid brother Danny, the
seven-year-old was quiet, grasping shyly the plastic
sword of his pirate attire.
He explained the rules to the laddies and observed them
from a short distance as they began trick or treating
from door to door, their eyes illuminating with each new
handful of goodies dropped at the bottom of their bags.
How he loved the little scamps. The way they trotted
cautiously to the houses decorated with sinister props;
tombstones, jack-o-lanterns and squeletons.
It was a night created for boys, where their adventurous
and curious nature could soar. At one point, he patted
Arlo's bottom, coaxing the hesitant boy to go see the
witch standing on her porch. The youngest child
responded well, facing his fear for the reward of sugary
treats, coming back with a triumphant smile.
"Look! There's a house on the hill over there!" Mark
blurted out suddenly, pointing his index across the
darkened urban park.
"Yes, never seen it before!" Danny remarked.
"Let's go! There's a scarecrow with a pumpkin head. It
looks huge, they're probably giving away tons of
chocolate bars!"
"I don't know guys." Jim declared solemnly. "Do you
really wanna walk all the way across the park only for
one house?"
"Yess!" the three children cheered in unison, venturing
already in the uninviting patch of nature.
"I bet the night predator hides 'round here.." Mark
whispered, bulging his eyes out. "I heard he cuts little
boys' testicles off and eats them!"
"Testee-acles?" Arlo peeped.
"Your nuts!" Danny informed him.
"Is it true?" the youngster asked Jim sheepishly.
"Uh-uh! Nuts are very good!" the adult grinned
devilishly.
Arlo's mind reeled with the prospect of stumbling upon
the dark maniac behind one of the large elms. He trudged
silently on the bed of damp leaves, following Mark who
was leading the way towards the shimmering lights of the
mysterious house on the hill. Crossing the park was
going to be a boring and exhausting trip he thought in
his head, especially on the account of the heavy bag of
candy he was carrying. Sweat was rolling on his tummy
under the lion suit. His eyelids were getting heavy too.
The hoot of an owl had him pivoting in the middle of the
tall forest. Everywhere he looked, the inky darkness had
spread its majestic blanket. "Where's Jim?" he panicked,
suddenly realizing his adult companion was missing.
"Where's my little brother?" Mark seconded, his hazel
eyes glimmering in the moonlight. The older of the
siblings surveyed the vicinity bravely. "Come out!
You're not scaring us!" he boasted in the night. "I'll
find you!"
Arlo stared paralyzed, as the older boy disappeared in
the obscurity. "Where are you going!? Don't go!" he
yelled, totally overwhelmed by the turn of events.
"Mark! Mark? Come back!"
But as the echo of his voice melted, the soft breeze of
the wind in the branches was the only thing he could
hear. Tears of terror rolled on his rosy cheeks, ruining
the thin whiskers drawn on each side of his quivering
lips. He was all alone now, exactly like his mother had
forbidden. It had taken only a few seconds. He was lost!
His tiny heart pounded, threatening to jump out of his
thorax. He clutched the handles of the bag firmly,
holding on to it as if it was the key to his salvation.
To add to his misery, he could sense a presence
surrounding him, craving for him. Some sort of
malevolent force scrutinizing him. A thick fog of
genuine fright overtook his body. All of a sudden, he
noticed something moving in the shrubs. His eyes
disbelieved it. It was a hooded figure dressed in black
from head to toe, approaching like a panther, getting
closer and closer, lurking in the shadows.
The whip of adrenalin lashed at his soul. He dashed away
in the dark, his throat trying to release the screams of
help that were trapped there by fear. 'please don't let
him catch me!' he prayed, gasping for air, watching the
ground race under his little feet. A log made him crash
to the mossy floor, bruising his knees. Hundred pieces
of candy, wrapped in colorful paper, burst out of his
bag like firecrackers on the fourth of July.
From out of nowhere, big hands grasped him under the
armpits, hurling him at the starlit sky like a toy doll.
Finally, a symphony of shrill shrieks escaped his mouth.
"ARRGH! ARGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH! HELP ME! ARGGGHHHH!" he
screamed, pleading for the nightmare to end. As he let
out his most ferocious yell, the stranger threw
something in his esophagus. He choked on the pill, going
dizzy at once, losing
consciousness. His whole body went limp. No matter how
much he wanted it to fight, it failed to struggle the
powerful kidnapper because of the ruthless effect of the
drug. He allowed his sleepy eyes to close and the
sentence of the abductor resonated on his eardrums: "I'm
gonna eat you up little boy!"
-=-
Arlo's limbs ached as he awoke on a bed with no sheets.
He tried to bolt up right away, but the handcuffs tied
to his wrists restrained him. The stench of urine coming
from his crotch rose in his nostrils. He gazed at the
steely chains attached to the bedposts. The walls were
gray and gloomy.
Aside from the large antique bed, there was nothing else
but him in there. The moon was glowing through the
window, making strange designs on the ceiling, scaring
him. A sinking feeling of defeat gnawed at his heart. He
was so vulnerable, laying there in his underoos, bound
like a dog.
Assuredly no one was going to save him now. The evil
hooded monster was going to get him! Just as he resigned
himself to his fate, faint pleadings sounded through the
back wall. "Help me! Please.." the squeaky voice
chanted.
"Is that you Danny?"
"Yess.. help me Arlo!"
"I I I can't. I can't move!"
"Me neither! My wrists hurt.. come help me!"
"I CAN'T!" Arlo cried out, utterly discouraged by the
situation.
The thundering sound of the door flying open had his
head spinning one eighty degrees. "No.. please don't
hurt me!" he sobbed, eyeing the dark figure with a black
robe advancing toward him.
A muscular paw grabbed his ankle while another aimed a
syringe to his slender thigh. "Nooo. Don't do that!" he
begged, in between his screams of outrage. But the
needle edged closer, piercing his skin to deliver its
content inside the vein. For an instant, a surge of
wrath overpowered him. He wanted to punch the man for
stinging him. His eyes roamed on the face of the unknown
ghoul. It was all painted white and razored with red
marks like scars that had not healed. The sight
petrified him.
Much to his surprise, his handcuffs were taken away and
the tormentor left the room. Arlo sniffed the tears of
the brutal encounter, rubbing the red dot on his thigh.
He rose to his feet tentatively, afraid the door would
swing open again.
Perhaps the window would be the gateway to his freedom?
But as he approached it, he assessed he was on the third
floor. The darkened park he had crossed was sprawled
under his eyes. In the front yard, the scarecrow with a
pumpkin head was sitting on a chair, nagging him with
its menacing orange grin. He was inside the spooky
house!
The wooden floor creaked under his bare feet. He walked
slowly to the door and peeked outside at the corridor.
No sign of the evil man. Plaintive moans reminded him he
was not alone. Following the feeble cries, he found
himself in the adjacent room with two boys, shackled to
the wall. The kid's nudity made him blush, more so as he
noticed they were sporting red swollen boners.
"Take them off.." Danny urged, straining against the
metal fastenings.
"Hey kid, come here!" the other child called him. "Come
on, please touch my dick. Please squeeze it! Wank it!"
Arlo surveyed the older boy twice his age. The red-head
was in some trance, breathing heavily, undulating on the
wall. "Just a few seconds, do it! Touch my dick!" he
reiterated.
Arlo extended his hand and grasped the hard purple
penis. Within a dozen flicks of the wrists, a fierce jet
of semen splashed across his forearm. The boy's groans
of relief startled him. "Oh! Thank you!" the twelve-
year-old sighed. "Ohhhhh. Uhhhhhhhh. Do it again pleeze!
I'm horny again! Play with my..."
"NO! Do my thingy now! I need it bad." Danny
interrupted.
"The key is on the hook there!" the older male divulged.
"Unlock the cuffs, so we can wank ourselves.."
The sex-crazed boys frightened Arlo. He backed away
instinctively as they drooled and emitted inhuman wails,
their lustful eyes boring into him. "Quick!" Danny
pressured on.
"Stop yelling at me!" Arlo retorted angrily. "See... I'm
doing it" he whined, picking up the key to liberate
them. The boys inhaled deeply upon being delivered.
"Let's go, we got to get away from here.." Arlo
commanded.
"Not yet!" the lads sang, crumbling to the floor. Arlo
watched in awe as they gripped their erections and
fisted them frantically. They were animals, abusing
their little cocks, growling in the night. The boys
joined forces and began sucking their willies in front
of him. "Come on guys! We don't have time... The bad
man's gonna come back!" he barked.
His words fell on deaf ears. The young males were
rolling feverishly, slurping on each other's pricks,
sucking their penises like loonies. He had never seen
Danny like this before. He wasn't the same timid seven-
year-old, tagging alongside his big brother. The blond
angel was bobbing his head like crazy on the twelve-
year-old's throbbing pecker. Sperm shot from the peehole
right onto his pretty face. But he continued servicing
the engorged piece of flesh, licking it, suckling it
until it erupted again a minute later all over his mug.
Arlo paced around the obscene duo, catching an eyeful of
all the dirty action. The older lad was sliding his
middle finger into Danny's pink asshole and nibbling
hungrily his set of hairless balls.
Meanwhile, the youngster was masturbating his partner
with two hands, milking out blast after blast of fresh
boycream. Yelps of joy and moans of relief filled Arlo's
brain. He was going insane, unable to comprehend the
conduct of the possessed children.
"I'm going whether you're coming with me or not!" he set
his foot down. A twinge of guilt surfaced on his soul
when he lurched out of the room. But the thirst for
freedom was stronger than the outcome of two naughty
rascals.
Arlo ran in the corridors of the mansions seeking the
exit. The journey was never-ending, until finally he
stopped in front of a wall. 'Must have taken the wrong
way?' he thought. But as he retraced his footsteps, the
confusing conclusion boggled his mind. There were no
stairs!? No way out!? Tears sprung to his green eyes
again.
For a brief moment, he cursed the damn house. A very
brief moment though, for new sensations traveled in his
blood. Uncommon stirrings whirled between his legs. A
wave of tremendous heat flowed inside his fifty-pound
frame, eliciting uncontrollable howls of desperation
from his lungs.
His boyhood swelled, tenting the front of his underwear.
"What's happening?" he cried out loud, falling to his
knees. "Oh boy! Oh boy!" he rambled, peeking under the
waistband at his excited little pricklet. It had never
been so hard, so demanding of his immediate attention.
For the first time in his short life, he felt like the
small dink didn't belong to him. A bolt of pure lust had
him shucking his undies. He jigged on the hardwood
floor, beating the weenie for all he was worth, hoping
to recover the control of his appendage. The rapid
orgasm made his legs shudder. He yelped loudly,
mesmerized by the intensity of his cum.
For a few seconds, the appearance of normality triggered
a sigh of relief from his guts. Then the impulses
returned, stronger than before. He dashed away in the
corridor, afraid his peter would explode into a million
pieces. "Oh boy! Oh boy!" he chanted, looking for the
exit, for someone who would tell him everything was going
to be all right.
The music of a grand classical orchestra coming from
behind closed doors livened up his spirit. Perhaps, he
had found the saviors? But as he pushed the sculpted
panels, the grotesque revelation drained the colors of
his face. Everywhere he looked in the candlelit room,
naked boys of all ages were fornicating. Dozens of them!
Thousands of them it seemed because of the gigantic
mirrors plastered on the walls and ceiling.
In the middle of it all, on a king-sized bed,
overpowering everything like a sacrificial altar, the
bad man with a chalk white face was crouched over a
child. He recognized the boy as Mark. The nine-year-old
was grunting, stretched on his back, arms out flung, as
the bulky adult crushed him under his weight.
His eyes drifted to their connected bodies. His chest
began heaving. The sight of the man's inflamed penis
plowing into his buddy's tiny bunghole provoked a tide
of shivers up his spine. The big adult thrust into the
kid faster and harder. Mark's wails echoed amidst the
litany of moans. "Fuck me! YEAHHH FUCK ME!" he yelled.
The couple convulsed before Arlo's eyes and the ghoulish
face of the man turned to him. He stared into the black
eyes, suddenly drawn to them.
"Come to me Arlo..."
Our young hero watched his feet march on their own. On
the bed, the man was waiting for him, his slimy cock
sticking out of his hairy crotch. As much as he had
despised the stranger, now all he wanted was to be
cuddled by him. He didn't know where he was anymore. All
sorrows and concerns in his little brain had vaporized.
The man willed him, seduced him and began caressing his
creamy skin. Arlo's fragile mind was powerless to
resist. He let himself drown in the warmth of tactile
heaven. As if he had been captured by an octopus, he
felt the sweet fingers brush every spot on his body at
the same time. The man's tentacles were squeezing him,
loving him. A wiggly tongue slithered between his
asscheeks. Hungry lips sucked his boydick, his titties
and his earlobes. The room was spinning as he was
twisted upside down by the strong arms. Once in a while,
he caught flashes of the other boys there. They were
fucking and sucking.
"Don't think my precious child." the man murmured. "Let
it go.. just feel it. Can you feel it?"
"Yess!" Arlo whined. "Make me cum pleeze!" he begged.
The man's coarse hands toyed with his butt, squeezing
his buns, spanking them. They were separated and the
valley explored. His pink asshole was vibrant, resilient
to the invading digits. A rush of extreme fullness had
him whimper. The man's rubbery penis was going inside
him! He could feel the knot enlarging his anus,
eliciting little shocks of pain and pleasure all around
the ring.
The violins resounded. His mind banished all notions of
reality. He turned his head and caught a glimpse of the
nine-inch tube penetrating him. It was veiny, fat and
glistening, sandwiched there between his small globes.
Resting his ear on the mattress, he let it happen. The
big organ inched inside his rectum, until the man's wiry
pubic hair brushed the cleft of his bum. He came
gloriously, biting his lips from the intense bliss. The
large penis began sliding inside his entrails. He
gripped the sheets, his muscles tensing up, his toes
curling down.
"Ughhh! Uhhhh! Pleeze it's so big!" he complained.
But the fuckstick pursued its plowing, going in the
depths of his belly. Again, he climaxed, collapsing like
a newborn foal. The thrusts became more frantic and
sustained, rattling him. He tilted his head backward,
grunting with every savage lunge up his tight bottom.
"How does that feel Arlo?" the voice of the adult
roared.
"It feels good! Please please, stick it all in my butt!
Ooooo"
"I'm gonna FUCK you so hard baby!"
The strong hands dug into Arlo's shoulders. He cooed
incessantly, feeling the huge pole jabbing his bowels,
stretching his virgin
shithole to its limit. A bubble of mounting pleasure
glowed between his legs. It was growing, ballooning. His
ass was on fire, his dick tingling like crazy.
The pace of the brutal sodomy reached unimaginable
speed. "Ohh! Ohh! Mister!" He cried out, glancing again
at the slickened prong splitting his six-year-old butt
in two. The crescendo of the
screeching violins peaked.
As the man's hot discharge erupted deep in his guts, his
whole body convulsed. Again and again, his pricklet
quaked. Great tides of electric pleasure saturated his
nervous system. "Annngh! Annngh!" he lamented, sobbing
like a wounded rodent.
The multiple orgasms were coming and going and coming
back again. Even after the steely nine-inch hose had
ejected his chute, the aftershocks were still smacking
jolts into his muscles. He panted quietly on his tummy,
touching with his short fingers the gaping hole between
his round cheeks.
The interlude was short-lived. A young boy dragged him
off the bed by his ankles. He fell into the group of
horny kids. One of them forced his hard-on down his
throat and he scowled at him. The kid grasped his brown
hair and fucked his face roughly. Renewed waves of
arousal changed his disposition. He looked up at the boy
and clamped his lips on his shaft.
Other children cavorted around them. He could see their
dicks from the corner of his eyes. Long cocks, hairy
pricks, small weenies. He wanted to suck them all, to
taste them in his mouth. The humid knob of a teenager
grazed his sore asshole from behind. He shut his eyes to
savor the feel of the hot piece of flesh invading his
insides. It snaked into him, filling the void that had
been there after his first fuck. The lads shoved their
pricks into his two holes, taking him at both ends. A
third child crawled under him to suck his boner.
The wet lips siphoned his boner like a vacuum. He
groaned loudly, his small body at the mercy of those
unknown boys. The cock in his ass was pounding away,
thrusting him forward on the meat stick lodged in his
oral tunnel. An explosion of ecstasy raced through his
boner. The boys' orgasms occurred soon after. They
ejaculated inside him, filling up his mouth and his ass.
For a while, he rested on the floor. The insatiable need
for more action was still there, growing by the second.
He cut a sidelong glance at a pre-teen blondie and
presented his red-rimmed bumhole for the taking. The
child accepted the invitation, mounting him at once to
bury his hard-on into his backside. The ten-year-old
rabbitfucked him from the start, bouncing on his round
buttocks, his balls slapping vigorously.
Arlo drooled on the floor, sucking in all the pleasure
of the kiddy rod traveling inside his rectum. They came
together, with operatic yelps of joy. From then on, Arlo
stopped taking notice of the boys around him. There was
always one, sucking his pee-pee or wiping his asshole
with a wet tongue. He had no energy left nor any
inclination of defending his small body.
The crazy lads inserted their dicks in his mouth and up
his bum. He found himself twisted like a pretzel, taking
those hot boycocks deep into him. Teenagers rolled him
in a ball and rammed their huge poles balldeep into his
butt. He floated from one overdose of pleasure to the
next. It felt like his tiny anus was large like a crater
on the moon. And all that sperm clinging to him like a
glue. Bigger dollops oozing down his face, down his
asscrack, between his legs.
A parade of enraged young males came to him. He howled
with them as they fucked him. Evil flames of pure lust
burned in their eyes. They crammed their rigid cocks
into his little behind and he loved it. He wanted it. He
wanted all of them to sodomize him.
As a teenager unloaded a gallon of balljuice all over
his face, his vision blurred. The white goo shot in his
tired eyes. He licked up the salty substance from his
lips and passed out.
-=-
Jim Flanagan pulled the front door ajar. "Oh, Arlo! I'm
so glad to see you!" he exulted, hugging the pint-sized
boy. "Your mom said she found you asleep on the porch.
Are you ok buddy?"
"I'm okay." Arlo nodded, with a questioning expression
of disapproval on his mug.
"I I I slipped on something and hit my head on a rock."
Jim felt the need to explain. "After that I couldn't
find you or the Russells. Where were you? You should
have gone home immediately!" he pointed out with a stern
tone.
"I don't remember.." Arlo shrugged his shoulders. The
thoughts were all tangled in his mind. "I was inside the
house on the hill... there was all kind of stuff
happening..."
"What kind of stuff?"
"Sex stuff..."
"You probably dreamed all this last night. Halloween
does this to little boys." Jim tried to reassure him.
"What was going on in your dream?"
"There was a bad man and other boys and they were doing
sex stuff with me?.."
"So was it a bad dream or a good dream?"
"A good dream I guess..." Arlo whispered, staring at the
tip of his running shoes. "It was real. I know it was
real!" he hollered suddenly. The ache in his bones was
clear proof of it.
"Lemme grab a coat and we'll go see who lives in that
evil house." Jim smiled broadly.
Together they strolled across the park once again.
Squirrels were chasing each other around the tall trees.
Yellow and red leaves
hurtled to the ground. Jim squeezed the tyke's little
hand, whistling in the sun. "I know you can't recall
much Arlo.. but would you say you had a fun Halloween
night?" he asked.
The six-year-old raised his chin and presented his gap-
toothed grin. "Yes! It was cool and scary!"
"Even in your dream?"
"It was true! I know it!" Arlo snarled.
"Check in your back pocket." The adult commanded wryly,
out of the blue.
Arlo slipped his hand in the pouch of his osh kosh blue
jeans and showed it back to the man. It was empty.
"Check again kiddo!"
Once more, the little boy repeated the demand, pondering
the
purpose of the stupid game. This time however, he
fetched a shiny gold coin, which he held in the pit of
his palm. "WOW!"
"You see Arlo. Sometimes, we can't see the things that
are there. And sometimes, we see things that were never
there..."
The dense forest began to clear in front of them. They
climbed the slope that led atop the hill. Just over a
steep embankment, Arlo's eyes bugged out. "Where's the
house?" he exclaimed, scanning the horizon. The absence
of the sinister mansion left him dumbfounded.
He walked amidst the scattered foliage, kicking a
pebble. The only thing there was the scarecrow. The
rotting pumpkin head stared back at him with its
menacing orange grin. "I know it was here!" he insisted,
locking his hands on his waist to punctuate the
seriousness of his allegation. "But now it's gone?!"
"Isn't that special?" Jim snickered. "Does it really
matter if it was here or not?" he added, kneeling in the
morning dew to look the kid straight in his green eyes.
"Nah!" Arlo squeaked. He wrapped his little arms around
his old pal's neck and hugged him very hard. The man's
overnight beard tickled his cheek and he chuckled.
Everything was going to be all right. Odd things only
happen on that specific evening.
He disengaged from the loving embrace, suddenly aware of
a greasy substance he had picked up on the nape of Jim's
neck. And as he looked furtively at the smears of white
make-up on his stubby fingers, he realized he had been
wrong. A wicked smile broke on his 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.
Well, that's it boys and girls! Don't forget to check in
the closet before you slip under the covers. But whoever
you find there, do not be scared! It might be that
special magic man with a nine-inch cock, who can fill
your pocket full of gold coins...
............BOO!
THE END
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All flames will be ignored cuz' some people will never
grasp the concept of fiction. I do not condone any of
the acts in this file. Agatha Christie wrote about
murderers all her life. She was not a criminal. Fight
for free speech and stop censorship.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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