Second Year: One Naughty Halloween

My second year of university started out very slowly. No hot guys that interested me on my floor this year. Of course, I was now living in one of the single rooms with no roommate, and the other older students on my floor were certainly not my type. The first years weren’t either, not that I was interested in any younger guys. Mind you I had the attention of the professor, the big ex-bodybuilder Professor Tom Davis, who was literally after me, so I really wasn’t left needing cock for the time being. 

Genetics finally took over and had helped me grow almost 6 inches over the course of last year. I was now standing at a respectable 5’9” and had packed on additional pounds of muscle thanks to my continued regiment at the gym, that had started with my floormate Sean giving me a muscle building routine. Sean also gave me quite the workout outside of the gym too. And then there was Aaron, the muscle bound ginger who further worked out with me in the gym, and then also out of it, filling me up with his protein to fuel my growth spurt. My summer landscaping job was also keeping me tight and firm, and with a great tan, and with more protein than I could handle from the likes of John, the hunk I met at the dealership and from my boss Frank. 

I had come to realize that it was men I wanted, not boys. So September was a bit of a bust in terms of sex as I just wasn’t interested in hookups with just anyone. Professor Tom had sparked my interest at the end of the term last year, and I was now continuing the secret affair with him this term. I had dumped John after finding out he was engaged, and even though Frank was rocking my world back home, he too was getting married and I wasn’t sure how much longer I wanted to continue that affair. At least with the professor, he was gay and looking for a partner. I just wasn’t sure I was ready for that with him, given the fact he was a professor at my university. 

As we headed towards Halloween, one of the residences was hosting a huge Halloween Costume party, and several of my friends were going, along with the rest of the Rez Council that I was on. As the “Social Convener” I was doing my part to encourage the attendance (and the sexy costumes!) for our counterpart residence’s annual. I began to wonder who might show up at this party. I heard that this was a big party for the upper years, no first years. I knew that a lot of 3rd and 4th year students attended, and I suddenly wondered if Sean would be there, or Aaron. Even though Sean had girlfriends, he was a hot guy that knew how to fuck. And Aaron, being the man whore that he was, still was the hottest younger guy I’ve ever been with. Well, one of the hottest anyway. 

Our Rez Council decided to go with the Disney theme, with the six of us pairing up as princesses and princes. Because I had the best body according to the ladies on the council, and a overly nodding guy, I got to be “Aladdin” and simply had an open vest, showing off my smooth ripped body and big arms. With my clean shaven face and slightly longer dark brown hair now, I was one hot looking Aladdin. I was finally comfortable with my shape, but still wasn’t used to showing it off. The other two guys were Prince Charming and Eric from the Little Mermaid, and paired up with their princesses – Cinderella and Ariel, where I hung out with an exotic and hot looking Jasmine. By the time we got there, everyone was already pretty tipsy. 

The party took up the whole second floor of another residence, and the costumes ranged from full on identical store bought costumes, to raggedy put together ones, to sad attempts. And there was a lot of “sexy” costumes as it was university. Lots of drunk women and men, showing off breasts and bodies. I started hanging around a Tarzan and Roman Gladiator, who had pretty good bods but were obviously so straight it was painful.  

The president of the residence had his room turned into the drink room, and I found myself grabbing another drink as two girls followed along flirting endlessly with me. I was stuck in the doorway with them trying their hardest to come on to me, when “Darth Vader” appeared in front of me, trying to get in. I was struck by the size of the guy in the full costume, helmet and breathing and cape and all. He was big, over 6 feet and wide and solid. The cape and black outfit made him an imposing figure.  

I could hear the breathing just like the movie as he stood at the doorway and put his hands on his black outfit’s hips and moved close to me, making me say “Sorry Darth” casually and step aside to let him in. The two girls giggled too, and made eyes at each other as the giant figure moved slowly into the room. He turned towards me as he shuffled inside and stepped rather close to me, turning his back to the girls and sliding in between us. He moved extra slow as he practically pushed me against the wall as he slid by me. I found myself suddenly intrigued by this huge man in the perfect replicated costume as he made his way over to the drink table and grabbed a cup and poured a beer from the keg.  

I heard the girls gabbing about something, but my eyes were watching him, his wide shoulders and the deliberate way he moved. I couldn’t tell where he was looking, but when he had his drink, his helmeted head turned directly towards me. Holding the drink in his hand, because he obviously couldn’t drink it with his mask on, he slowly started moving towards me again.  

As he approached, I was staring at his helmet, trying to see if I could see through it to his eyes. I stepped to the side of the door figuring he was going to exit. Instead he squared off in front of me, and started moving slowly in front of me, forcing me to back up again towards the wall.  

“Woah, easy there big guy.” I giggled as I listened to his breathing.  

He didn’t stop and just took very slow menacing steps closer, until I was against the wall, and had a hand on his chest plate at the front of the costume.  

“You looking for something there Darth?” I asked grinning.  

“Are you part of the Rebel Alliance?” His deep voice boomed out, with the effects from his mask making him sound like the real Darth Vader. It was such a corny thing to say, but it had an effect on me. 

I laughed. “And if I was?” 

He took another step closer and his big costume was now touching me, my face at his shoulder level. My empty hand went up in a stop signal, and it landed on his lower stomach. I felt hard and flat abs under the layer of black costume which caused me to look down. Was that a bulge in his black pants? 

“I’d take you prisoner and question you.” His masked voice boomed out again, special effects and all. 

I pushed him away from me slightly, and squirmed around him. “You wouldn’t get anything out of me big guy.” I played along with his script, moving away from him. As I made my way to the door I turned back to see him staring at me. At least, he looked like he was staring at me, holding his cup in his hand. For a moment I thought about waiting to see how he was going to drink his beer, and to see who was under the helmet. I didn’t recognize the voice, what with it altered with the voice box in the mask. I gave a flirty smile and kept going out of the room.  

I passed a few rooms with people in them, including one of our princesses from our rez council clinging onto Tarzan. As I made my way down the hallway, I stopped at an open room that was empty and turned back down the hallway. Among the crowd, Darth was making his way slowly towards me. I leaned against the doorway, watching him weaving through people, his black cape billowing out behind him. He certainly carried off the costume well, big, wide, confident walk. He was every bit the commanding presence, especially since he seemed to be taller and bigger than everyone he passed.  

Once again, he approached directly to me, no cup in hand this time. He moved in front of me and stood facing me, too close for normal social norms. “So, are you a traitor?” His voice boomed out again. 

I gave a long sigh, and looked up into his Vader mask. “I think this is getting old there Darth.” 

He didn’t answer right away, but then his black gloved hand moved up to my Aladdin vest and moved it aside, to check out my right nipple hidden underneath. He rubbed it with his black glove and I could hear the familiar breathing sound of the menacing Lord Vader as he did.  

I looked down at his gloved thumb circling my nipple on my hard chest. I saw his helmet head turn behind him to look around, presumably to see if anyone was watching. He pressed closer to me, pinning me against the open doorframe, completely covering me from view with his caped figure. The size of him, and the costume, were certainly lighting my flames.  

“Is this where you take me prisoner?” I asked quietly, looking up into the eyes in the mask. He responded by pressing his crotch against me, rubbing against my abs because he was so tall. He was hard. 

I looked down at the sizeable mound. “Is that your lightsaber in there big guy?” I chuckled.  

The gloved hand moved to my shoulder and he pushed me into the empty room and stepped in behind me, closing the door behind him and leaning against it facing me. His gloved hands quickly undid his pants, opening them up and lowering his black Calvin Klein underwear underneath to reveal a thick hefty sized cut cock. It was a good size, looked like mine, about 8 inches of smooth veiny hardness, looking pale against the black gloves and costumes. A peak of flat hairy abs was on display just above it as he held his cock out, inviting me. He had a nice sized mushroom head on it, and I could see the reddish blonde trimmed pubic hair at the base of it as he held it in his gloved hand. 

I stepped up to him and took hold of his thick cock, hearing a deeper breath before the sounds of Darth Vader returned as he released his gloved hands and waited as I stroked. I looked at it closely, thinking it looked familiar when I heard his deep voice say “Suck it Brian.”   

I looked up into those large masked black eyes. “Do I know you?” I asked with a big grin.  

The only response I heard was the breathing.  

I bent down and breathed him in, enjoying the smell of his cock as I opened my mouth to swallow him down my throat. He remained still, letting me slick his dick and enjoy it, his leather feeling gloves now on my head and shoulders. As I sucked, I occasionally looked up, seeing “Darth” looking down on me. This was a different way to remember Star Wars.  

His cock remained rock hard as I worked it up and down, until his altered voice caught my attention again through the mask. “Can I fuck you?”  

I stood up and faced him, still pulling on his dick. “Are you going to tell me who you are?” 

He shook his head slowly. “But I’ve been inside you before and I would love to be again.” 

My heart was beating as I tried to figure out who this big guy was as I pushed my hand up over his flat stomach. I could feel the soft hair as my fingers danced over his abs, and knew it wasn’t Aaron as he was smooth. I knelt in front of him and sucked on his dick some more as I listened to him breathing, that Darth mask staring down at me.  

“Please.” He said, pulling back and out of my mouth as I rested on my knees. “I need to be inside you.” 

Darth stepped away from me and moved behind me, guiding me to lean on the door as he positioned himself behind me. I spit onto my hand and pulled my elastic costume pants down over my ass, underwear and all and spread my legs out, looking behind me as Darth Vader, cock out lubed with my spit, guided it towards me. 

His gloved hand came around my front to hold me as I felt his cock pressing into my ass. I could feel his chest now resting against my ass, feeling thick and muscular under the black outfit. His other hand slipped out of my cheeks as his dick worked its way into me, stretching me open and making me gasp as he pushed in further, pinning me to the door as he slid in. 

“Fuuuuucccckkkk,” I moaned as he entered me, that feeling of a thick cock spreading me open wide. It had been a while since I saw the professor and his 10 inch uncut dick, so it was a little painful to feel this cock splitting me open again. But knowing that I had had this guy before was turning me on. I glanced back, just to see the Darth Vader mask inches from my face. 

“Still tight as ever.” The deep voice said as he started to slowly fuck me.  

I grinned, feeling the pain subside. I grabbed my cock hanging out at full attention and slowly stroked as Darth Vader plowed me for a while, suddenly filling my head with fantasies that I never thought about as a boy. 

Darth pulled out and backed up, making me turn around to face him, but he didn’t waste any time. He moved forward, keeping me pinned against the door and squatted down a bit under me to lift me up in his arms easily and aim his cock back into me. 

“I remember how much you liked this.” Darth’s voice echoed out as he slammed me against the door and fucked me hard. I could see his pants now at his ankles, his thick muscled legs working hard under me. I leaned over him, holding on to his massive shoulders and bit into his clothing. 

“Holy fuck!” I moaned into him, staring into his mask until I realized I could just take it off now that I was facing him and his hands were holding me up by the ass. I grinned and reached for it, finding the underside of it and pulling at it. He didn’t stop me, but just kept plowing up into me, banging the door slightly so he moved me sideways against the wall and repositioned his feet as I lifted it off. 

And underneath was the bearded sexy grin of Stefan. 

His mouth came at me right away, kissing me hard as he continued to fuck me like a beast. “Man I missed you! I’ve been dying to get back inside this beautiful ass!” He groaned, his deep voice sounding now similar to Darth’s. 

I grabbed his neck and pulled him back on me, feeling my insides light up at seeing his face again. Stefan had fucked me like a real man during our last night in Daytona, where his hairy chested muscular body and bearded face reignited my lust for older guys. Or where Stefan was concerned, guys that looked older. 

“Holy shit!” I groaned. “I’ve missed you too big guy!” 

“How’s my little jockboy? Been getting a lot of cock? Did you miss my dick?” He grunted at me, pulling me off the wall and now powerfucking me in the middle of the room. I bounced up and down, my hands on his shoulders and my head tossed back. Stefan was all man alright, even if he was only 23. 

I leaned back a bit and grabbed my cock, feeling it on the verge of explosion as I watched his black outfitted body hold me. With one hand around his neck I fisted my cock with the other and started into those hazel eyes, wishing we were naked. 

“Fuck yeah I missed it buddy. Show me how much you’ve missed me.” I grinned, watching his face change. His eyes flicked down to my cock being jerked frantically in my hand. He squeezed my ass in his hands and grinned at me.  

“You want my load jockboy?” His eyes widened, and his mouth remained open as he breathed through it. 

I nodded, and started to moan in the anticipation of getting his cum once again. It had been too long since I saw him after we left school. And seeing him like this was just what I needed. “Do it! Fuckin fill me up buddy!” 

Stefan started to grunt louder as I felt my cum rising and then shoot from my cock, up over my bare chest as my Aladdin vest hung off my shoulders. He slammed into me and gripped my ass tight, holding me still in midair as he began flooding my ass with his load, our eyes locked on each others as I jerked the rest of mine out. He grunted some more, and pulled me onto him, barely moving me over his cock as it twitched inside me, unleashing wave after wave of cum. With one final loud grunt, he arched back, digging his cock into me more as he held me on it, before he stood up straight and brought my face to his mouth once again. 

We kissed like that, me in his arms, still impaled on his cock, my legs now wrapped around him, his arms around me standing in the middle of someone’s room until he moved slightly and his cock started to slide out of my ass. He lifted me up and down, easily placing me on my feet as I stood back to admire him in the Vader outfit. Seeing him without his helmet on was hot, especially the way he filled out the costume, his blonde hairy legs a start contrast from the black cape and top. 

“I wish you were naked right now.” I groaned, pulling up my pants and adjusting my vest. 

“I wish I was too, feeling that hot little jock body of yours next to mine.” He grinned, pulling up his black pants and stuffing his spent cock inside. 

“You can come back to my room if you want. I remember how easily you can get it up for round two. Or three.” I said seductively. 

He paused for a moment and then gave me a look. “I can’t tonight. But fuck I wish…” He stepped towards me again, pushing me back against the door to kiss me in a breathless moment. “Give me your number and I’ll make it another night if you want. I love this fucking ass.” He grabbed my butt in the costume and pressed his body against mine again, squishing me against the door. I pushed him off me and looked around the dorm room for a piece of paper and wrote down my number, including my residence and room number. 

“I’m in a single room this year. No roommate.” I grinned. 

Stefan’s one eyebrow raised. “Good to know.” He kissed me again before he put his helmet back on and then moved to the doorway, raising his black gloved fist and saying in his Darth Vader voice, “You don’t know the power of the dark side!”  

I laughed and feeling the wetness of my ass from his cum, I nodded at him. “Yes I do. And I want more.