Halloween Treats

I'm just throwing this out there as an idea to continue my Social Norms book series. I had intended to have it completed by Halloween, but as happens on occasion, Life got in the way. I decided to release it here instead. Enjoy. 

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My heart raced with anticipation as I awaited Ethan's return. Today was the day our friend Liam would be sending the coveted invitations to his exclusive Halloween bash. The Halloween party of all parties. It’s the most sought-after event in Phoenix’s gay community. It comes with the promise of extravagance in the form of costumes that push the boundaries of creativity. Prizes in some crazy categories that Liam chooses, but does not tell anyone about until the winners are announced. And a game that goes on through the night. 

Our enigmatic friend, Liam, was a vision of allure with his long blond hair, lean physique, and a look that perfectly balanced sexy with sophistication. And, of course, it would be a crime not to mention his flawless derrière. I would be willing to bet, he has a personal trainer whose primary goal in his workout routine, is to have a perfect ass. 

Liam captures everyone’s attention. He’s the mystery man everyone desires. It doesn’t matter if he isn’t your normal type. He’s Liam. So he is your type. It’s like a primal law of the universe. You either desired to be him or be with him. 

Last year the theme was “Fantasy Market” Everyone was given two aluminum cards. Like the trading card games people play. Each one was laser etched to have some made-up artifact or weapon on it. You could keep the ones you are given, or you could trade them with others. The goal was to end up with two artifacts that, for some strange reason, were meant to be together. Prize money for that too. He has a way of making people want to participate. 

You didn’t have to follow the theme, his only real rule, costume-wise, was that you put in an effort. He makes it pretty clear. If you throw on a fun t-shirt and call yourself a gamer. You aren’t getting in. And don’t go to the local spirit store, and buy the first thing you see on the racks. It might get you in, but you might not get an invite the following year. 

His definition of effort didn't translate to financial extravagance either. He was keenly aware that not everyone possessed the financial means to splurge on elaborate outfits. Instead, what he sought was creativity and effort. It wasn't about spending a fortune; it was about embracing your ingenuity.

He’s perfectly fine with you transforming a plain white bed sheet into a ghostly masterpiece, maybe adding some body paint. So long as it showed a genuine effort. In other words, Get into the spirit of Halloween.

I believe there’s something personal in it for him. He hosts two parties a year, Halloween and Christmas. And it’s the Halloween party where he goes all out. Last year, Two hundred invitations went out. Each person was permitted to bring 1 guest, so long as they followed the same rules, and were at least 18 years of age. So that gives you an idea that shenanigans occasionally do happen.  

I sat on the couch, my thoughts swirling with a mix of excitement and curiosity. What surprises did Liam have in store for us this time? TJ, one of Liam’s core circle of friends, would no doubt be involved in the planning. The two are thick as thieves. Noah, and Talon round out the Quartet. If something is going on with one of them, they are all involved in one way or another. 

I received a text message this morning from another mutual friend Cael, who also happens to work with them. “Invites are going out today. I just got mine.” They all work together. Ethan works in Human Resources, focusing on Payroll and Benefits. Cael is a cost accountant. 

Needless to say, the text message has kept me on edge all day long. I was hoping Ethan would send me a message when he got his invite, but I knew that hope would be in vain. Ethan would undoubtedly keep it a secret and surprise me when he got home. 

I couldn’t help but wonder, what craziness he would unleash this year. What mysterious theme would he dream up? And most importantly, who would be on the exclusive guest list?

The anticipation was palpable. It is fairly well known that if you get to go one year, you will receive an invite the next year as well, but I won’t take that for granted. 

I fidgeted with my phone, checking the time repeatedly and scrolling through social media, where friends were already buzzing about the upcoming event. I tried to calm my nerves, but the more I think about it. The more anxious I get.

The front door creaked open, and my heart leaped into my throat. Ethan was home. "Hey, babe, I'm home.” He called out as soon as he was in the door. “Did you miss me?"

I wrapped my arms around him, unable to contain my excitement. "You have no idea! I've been counting down the minutes."  The minutes till you got home with the invites, I said to myself. I love you now where are the invites, I wanted to scream. 

Ethan chuckled and planted a soft kiss on my lips. "You're too cute, you know that?" 

“I try.” 

As we separated, I couldn't help but glance at his laptop bag. His hands were empty. The devil knew what I wanted and was intentionally drawing out the suspense. Liam either hands them out personally or sends them via messenger. And we didn’t get any messengers to the house today. So we either didn’t make the list, or he met with Ethan personally.  The anticipation was killing me and my little devil knew it.  

"So, Did anything interesting happen today?”  

Ethan's brow furrowed as he looked at me, his expression teasing. "Hmm, not really. Just the usual stuff. Why do you ask?"

I wanted to scream. “Ethan,” I said in my best parental tone. 

Ethan's grin widened, and he raised an eyebrow. "You're being awfully mysterious today, Lucas. What's going on?"

My heart raced, and I finally gave in, letting him win this little game of his. “Did we get the invite?"

He laughed heartily, his eyes sparkling with delight. "Oh, Lucas, you're too much! You're acting like it's a matter of life and death. Is it really so important?” 

I gave him the “I’m not buying it” look. I knew full well Ethan was looking forward to this event just as much as I was. 

"Sorry to disappoint you, my love, but we didn't get an invite this year."

He tried his hardest. I love him. But he couldn’t even get to the “we didn’t” without giving away the deception on his face. “FUCK.” He breathed out and then slipped his hand into his laptop bag. My heart was practically doing cartwheels in my chest as he pulled out a beautifully decorated envelope. The Halloween-themed design was an intricate work of art, and I held my breath as he handed it to me.

With trembling hands, I carefully opened the envelope, revealing a gorgeously designed invitation. It was adorned with dark, elegant patterns, complete with a wax seal, the letters LC embedded in the wax. Liam Cunning.

I couldn't contain my excitement any longer. I threw my arms around him, laughing and hugging him tightly. "You tease! “ I leaned in and kissed him. “It’s going to be a night to remember.”

“It gets better.” He replied and pulled out two more envelopes. “Two guest passes. So we have some decisions to make.”

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Our living room resembled a tornado's aftermath, with remnants of costumes from Halloweens gone by scattered in every direction. Despite our similar physical builds, we weren't content with simply swapping each other's previous costumes. Where was the fun and creativity in that? Our goal was clear: could we blend elements from our past costumes to craft something fresh and innovative, or would we need to conjure a completely new concept?

As we sifted through the costume fragments, Ethan kept repeating, "Underworld Uprising," He examined each piece as if it held a clue. "Spirits or ghosts rising from the dead, in an uprising to take over the living?"

I pondered his suggestion for a moment before responding, "Perhaps. But what if we interpret 'Underworld Uprising' differently? What if it's about the underworld in the sense of vampires and werewolves, creatures of the night coming to life?"

“He does like that movie,” Ethan responded. Ethan's eyes lit up with enthusiasm as he considered the possibility. "Or," he mused, "it could be the underworld of Greek mythology, where Hades reigns supreme. A realm of darkness and mystery."

“And, he’s obsessed with Greek mythology,” I replied and followed it up with a laugh. “You both have that in common.”

“As if you aren’t also.” He replied, never taking his eyes off the costumes. “Liam always does this. He picks a theme to help give an overall direction, but that theme is so open to interpretation that it’s virtually meaningless. “

“Underworld could mean the criminal underworld too.” I offered. 

“Ok. Let’s focus on the idea we like. Hades, Vampires and Werewolves, and ghosts. Greek soldiers coming back to life. That’s too obvious. Too one-dimensional for Liam. Traditional vampire and werewolf, again, to one-dimensional. How can we combine them?“ That’s my Ethan. Always taking the analytical approach. 

As he spoke an image started to form in my mind. “Vampire Ghost.”

“Excuse me?” He replied. 

"Vampire Ghost," I declared as if the answer were the most obvious thing in the world. "Take your traditional vampire. And kill it." He opened his mouth, likely about to point out that vampires were already dead. "I know," I continued, cutting him off. "They are already dead. Depending on the mythology you follow. Anyways. Kill them again. Then bring them back as a ghost. Whites and Grays. Wispy, torn fabrics. A cowl."

The concept of a "Vampire Ghost" costume was beginning to take shape in our minds, a striking blend of the eternal allure of a vampire with the ethereal qualities of a ghost. It was a truly unique idea, one that promised to make a memorable entrance at Liam's Halloween party. 

“White slacks,” I continued. “White body paint, everywhere. Except for some grays and black around the face. You’ll have on a tight white shirt and vest that are torn open, practically hanging off you, and a wound making it look like you were stabbed in the heart.” 

“And I’ll be dressed the same way, with different wounds.” I paused for a moment to think. “A slit throat, like they bled me dry.”

Ethan jumped in, seeing my vision. “More than that. Wrist too. And a big gash across your chest. No shirt. And both our slacks are slashed to pieces, showing we went out fighting. And since we’re ghosts, we don’t need to worry about making it all bloody. We just need to show the wound and cover it it white paint.”

“Perfect” I replied. “You handle the makeup and wounds. I’ll handle the costumes.” We were definitely going to turn some heads. I wanted our physiques to be part of the costume, not hidden by it. 

  Ethan, at 31 years old, possessed an air of quiet confidence that had always drawn me in. His likable attitude really helps in his career in Human Resources. He has short-cropped, jet-black hair that accentuates his chiseled jawline and always seems to have a 5 o’clock shadow. His deep brown eyes draw you in. They are his lethal weapon. He stands 5-10 with an athletic build, as a result of regular gym sessions, which he loves to show off by wearing tight-fitting shirts. He’s the epitome of rugged charm.

As for me, at 29, I am the more outgoing of the two of us. My hair is a shade lighter than Ethan's, a warm chestnut that frames my face in loose waves. My hazel eyes, I’m told, scream mischief. I too work out quite a bit, but I just want a lean build and take a lot of pride in my abs. I have no intention of bulking up like he does. Honestly, I think we make quite the pair. I am, however, a hair shorter than him at 5-9, and completely smooth. 

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I had just adjusted the water temperature to my liking and took a step into the flowing stream. To my surprise, Ethan stepped in behind me, something he usually reserved for when he’s feeling frisky. Otherwise, he’s the quick in-and-out type. Only staying long enough to get a proper wash in. 

I smiled, feeling his body pressed up against mine. I felt his chest as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into him while reaching for the soap. 

He proceeded to lather up my body. Another indicator of his frisky mood. He loves it when we are both completely lathered up, our bodies just gliding against each other. I have to admit, I do too. Especially when it’s your cock grinding against their slippery body. 

I leaned back and moaned as he kissed the side of my neck. I enjoyed the feeling of one hand all over my chest, paying particular attention to my nipples every time they were in the general vicinity. While his other hand made its way downward. I was hard in no time, loving the sensation of his hand sliding up and down my cock. Then sliding down even further and rolled my balls around in his hand. My shaft rubbed against his arm. 

He was already growing hard himself. I could feel his manhood starting to poke at my ass. If it wasn’t for the lack of lubrication, I would have reached back and guided his giant cock at my hole. Ethan is just over nine inches long with considerable girth. I love the way it feels inside me. It hurts, yes, but I still love it. 

Ethan is well aware of his size and is always overly cautious about it. Too cautious if I am being honest. Sometimes I just want him to stop asking if I am ok, and take me. To be selfish for once, and just use me for his pleasure. He guided his cock between my legs and started to pump. 

I gathered up a decent amount of soap in my hand, and reached behind me, wrapping my hand around his cock. He understood what I wanted. He slipped his hands down to my ass and started to tease me. Slipping just the tip of his finger in me, then pulling it out. Making me want it more and more. Then he would do it again, adding a second finger. Pushing deeper and deeper as he continued to fuck my hand. I moaned with pleasure while arching my back to give him better access, leaning forward and bracing myself against the shower wall.

“Someone wants it.” He growled in my ear.

“So fucking bad,” I replied. 

He started to push deeper and deeper, adding a third finger. I couldn’t help but moan and wish it was his cock instead. 

“You ok?”

“YES,” I moaned. “Keep going” He was literally fucking my ass with his fingers as he kept fucking my fist. I was legitimately concerned he might cum from this and I would miss out on getting his cock in me again. Yes, it’s happened multiple times. 

I turned to face him. “FUCK ME”

“You sure?” He asked, never once slowing down his assault on my hole. 

“YES”

He pushed in a fourth finger, likely to gauge my reaction. I did everything I could to hide any sense of pain from being stretched from him. I didn’t want to give him any reason to hold back. “YES,” I moaned. Making sure he knew I liked it and wanted more. 

He pulled back, encouraged by my actions. I turned to face the wall and bit my bottom lip, bracing myself for his entry. He pushed in, inch by inch. I wanted to reach back and grab his hips and pull him into me faster, but I resisted. The last time I did, he took it as me asking him to slow down or wait. I wouldn’t make that mistake. I wanted him inside me. Yes, it would hurt. But I wanted it. The only way I would get used to it would be through practice. Something he was reluctant to let me do. Instead, I pushed back against him.

He felt what I was doing and grabbed my hips. Holding me in place and controlling his descent into my ass. I moaned again, making sure he knew I liked it, that I wanted more. I felt his forehead on the back of my neck as he started to saw in and out of my ass. His movement was slow, yet deliberate. He was stretching me open, and I loved it. It wasn’t the passionate aggressive fuck I wanted, but I wasn’t complaining. That will come in time. I know with every fiber of my being, I’ll get it one day. 

Ethen kept sawing his cock in and out of my hole. Long slow deliberate strokes that hit every spot while making sure I was comfortable the entire time. His hands wrapped around my body and he pushed me even harder against the wall, kissing my neck the entire time. His pace was quacking just a bit. I moaned my approval. Without any warning, he pushed in harder than before and kept it there. I could feel his body tense as he came. I unfortunately let out a bit of a whimper with the force of his push. I loved it. And I cursed myself for letting it out. Ethan would undoubtedly think he hurt me. 

He spun me around and dropped to his knees, taking my cock in his mouth and sucking me to completion and he returned to fingering my ass. He was far more aggressive with his fingers than he was with his cock. He found my prostate and brought me off rather quickly. Ethan swallowed every drop before coming up and kissing me, slipping his tongue into my mouth. 

His forehead pressed firmly to mine. “Sorry baby. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I’m good, I swear. You didn’t hurt me”