Halloween Voyeur
I owned a restored Victorian house in a rural, gay enclave. The vast majority of the town was inhabited by the gay community. And on weekends and holidays, lots more gays from the nearby city came to relax in their second homes, and a few tourists looking for a gay escape jointed the mix. Our town billed itself as an adult, gay haven. But while the town itself was always busy, the residential streets were quaint and peaceful.
Halloween, and other holidays, were a delightful excuse for the town to go overboard. The town square and main street were festooned with décor and almost all the homes joined in the revelry.
It was a warm Saturday in late September when I was outside in my front yard putting up my Halloween decorations. The town square and main street were in the midst of their own transformations, and most of the homes on my street were in the process of being decorated.
Clint, my neighbor from across the street who’d moved in a few months back, was walking across the street to his mailbox. Our mailboxes were side-by-side at the edge of my yard. We were evenly matched for height at 6’1, but he was more muscular than me. The tank top and tight mesh shorts he wore nicely accentuated his muscles and hefty crotch.
He waved to me with a smile, “Hi neighbor. How’s it going?”
I waved back and stopped my work, walking across the small lawn. “Pretty well,” I said. “Just getting into the spirit,” I nodded at the in-progress decorations.
Clint looked up and down the street, “Seems I’m behind the ball here,” he said, nonchalantly scratching his sac, making his bulge even more obvious. Since we met two months ago when he moved in, Clint and I have had palpable sexual tension, though neither of us had yet to make any attempt to move on it.
“Halloween, or really any holiday, are taken pretty seriously here,” I explained, nonchalantly scratching my bush, my ample package bouncing in my short shorts. “There’s no pressure, but our town loves dressing up, and down,” I teased with a cheeky wink. And it was true. The town had a liberal clothing – or should I say nudity – policy, as long as the crotch area was largely covered, the outfit was good to go.
“What’s your plan then, to dress up or down,” Clint said, his light blue eyes glinting, playing into my tease.
“Bit of both. I’m going to be a Greek god. Gold leaf crown, armlet, skimpy toga…” I let the description trail off and pointed to my yard, “here I’m working on building a kraken to dress up the yard. Figured I’d stick to a theme.”
“I’m sure it will look great,” he said, eyeing me.
“What’s your plan? Dress up or down?”
“Honestly, I have no idea yet. After seeing all this,” he gestured at our street, decorations coming to fruition, “I think I need to go shopping and figure out my plan. But it will likely be dress down,” he said with a wink.
“I look forward to seeing that,” I grinned.
“I’d better do a good job then,” Clint retorted, picking up his mail. “Enjoy the rest of your weekend.”
“Take care.”
I returned to my work, watching Clint’s muscular butt from the corner of my eye glide underneath his mesh shorts walking back across the street. His front door closed behind him. I continued to look out of the corner of my eye as he stripped off his tank top and shorts, standing in his living room in just a jock, watching me work. His living room had an oversized picture window that never had the drapes closed, like me, making it easy to see much of his first floor. I turned, working on a different section, and scratched at my crotch in his direction.
Clint turned; his jockstrap framed, smooth ass bouncing as he disappeared into the shadows of his house. This teasing was part of our burgeoning sexual tension. The first weekend he moved in, I caught sight of his naked ass, wet from stepping out of the shower, getting toweled off. He saw me looking and intentionally took extra time rubbing the towel up and down his crack. Unfortunately, he didn’t turn around. I still haven’t seen his package in all its glory.
In return, a week later when he was outside trimming his hedges, I went outside in just a jockstrap to mow my lawn. Since we have small yards, I had a walking mower. My hairy ass and full pouch bouncing for him to drink in.
A week later, my kraken completed, spreading over the small trees and bushes and the front porch of my home, the town was ready. All the homes were decorated, including Clint’s. He’d gone with a witches’ cauldron theme.
Visitors had packed into the town square for the festivities there. Many of the town’s folk head into town to join them the fun and man the booths. The rest of us stay home and give out candy. The town bills itself as an adult only Halloween destination, so all of the trick-or-treaters were adults. And in keeping with the town’s dress policy, they let their freedom fly.
I had my gold leaf crown and gold armlet on, a skimpy toga over one shoulder showing most of my muscular chest and abs. It was also open at the side, hinting that I was free-balling underneath. A few of the trick or treaters went in for a jostle, preferring that treat to the candy.
I could see Clint’s yard and home lit for the mood of Halloween, but unfortunately the low light and shadows made it impossible to see his costume clearly. He had some sort of helmet on, with his chest exposed and some cloth covering his crotch, and held something long in his hand, but I couldn’t make out the details.
Checking the time, hours had passed since the sun had set. I took one final look down the street to see if any last-minute trick-or-treaters were coming. The town set the time from 6-9pm on the residential streets.
I flipped off my lights and went inside, taking some time to tidy up. A few cars drove by with some neighbors on the move, heading to parties. Enjoying a piece of candy, I looked out my living room window hoping to get a view of Clint and was rewarded. He was packing up for the night and flipped on the light in his living room, giving me a perfect view of his costume.
He was Pyramid Head. The helmet I saw was a large pyramid structure, his chest was bare but for a leather harness and some fake blood splatter. The fabric covering his crotch was sheer, also splattered with fake blood, draped over his large cock, and held at his waist by a leather band. In his hand he carried a three-foot-long double-sided dildo, also splattered in fake blood.
My breath caught and my cock was instantly hard, lifting my short toga. He was fucking hot.
That’s when I caught movement down the street. A twinky guy clad in a skintight Spiderman outfit was walking toward Clint’s house. The outfit was so tight it nestled his crotch like a cup. The young guy was also fucking hot.
As Spiderman walked up Clint’s yard, he stopped, frozen by the view of my neighbor through the window.
Clint finished organizing inside and looked out his window at me and then saw Spiderman.
Clint disappeared and opened his front door, one foot stepping out onto his porch, the other foot straddling the doorframe. Still wearing the pyramid head helmet, he waved Spiderman inside with the dildo hand.
Spiderman inched forward, tweaking one of Clint’s nipples and rubbing his barely covered crotch past him into the house. The door closed, giving me a glimpse of Clint’s naked ass before it shut.
My neighbor pushed Spiderman backward to stand in the picture window. The twink dropped to his knees and Clint pushed his cock and balls into his face, slapping Spiderman’s face with this cock and grinding against the mask. He bent over and rubbed his hand up and down Spiderman’s crack.
Clint wrapped his arms about Spiderman and flipped him upside down and turned him around, knocking the pyramid helmet off, the twink’s costume covered ass facing Clint’s face. The tight costume formed to the twink’s small, curved butt. Somewhere Clint found a pair of scissors and gently cut open Spiderman’s suit along his butt crack. A tight, hairless, white ass was revealed, and Clint dove right in, licking, nibbling, and prodding at the treat.
My erection was leaking, making the white toga fabric see-through at the precum soaked spots. Otherwise, the toga was slipping down the top of my shaft, my 8inch erection tenting the costume beyond its limits to keep my crotch decent. Driven by lust and months of sexual tension, I opened my door and slipped across the street, finding a closer vantagepoint in Clint’s yard where I was partially hidden by his hedge and able to see the enticing encounter unfolding in my neighbor’s living room.
Clint flipped Spiderman back around and now had a lube bottle in his hand. His cock pressed into Spiderman’s face while drop by drop, lube slipped down Spiderman’s exposed butt. Clint lubed the dildo and started gliding it up and down Spiderman’s crack. I could hear his muffled moans from my new location. My cock throbbed and precum continued to leak out, dripping onto Clint’s yard.
Clint leaned over, inserting the dildo into Spiderman’s ass. His twink ass swallowed the toy until several inches were comfortably inside. Clint then began to fuck him with it, slowly at first, letting his ass get used to it, and then roughly. Spiderman’s moans increased. He pressed his face harder into Clint’s crotch, licking the erect cock, precum leaking through the sheer covering onto Spiderman’s mask covered forehead.
My neighbor lifted Spiderman again, dildo lodged in his ass, and flipped him around, face looking out the window. One of Clint’s muscular arms held firmly across Spiderman’s chest, holding him up, feet of the floor, against his own chest, the other hand pounding the dildo into his ass. Spiderman’s crotch was wet with his precum and his cock was clearly strained, throbbing against the tight suit.
Clint looked up and that’s when he noticed my nearby viewpoint. He leaned into Spiderman’s ear and jackhammered his ass with the dildo.
Spiderman looked out the window, eyes trying to focus as they rolled in their sockets, and saw me. He screamed in pleasure and his legs spasmed, thick white cum seeped through the suit. Clint and I watched each other while Spiderman orgasmed.
Clint slowed his fucking but didn’t stop. He waved me inside.
Grinning, I entered Clint’s home, “Trick or treat.”
“Come get a treat,” Clint said, setting Spiderman down on his feet and coming around to his front, still fucking him with the dildo.
Clint leaned in and licked a glob of the thick cum off Spiderman’s suit, grinning at me as he swallowed.
I joined my neighbor, our tongues licking up the twink’s cum. Clint opened his mouth and sucked on the suit, squeezing a testicle, pulling more cum from the fabric.
I saw the scissors on the floor and picked them up, pinching the suit, and cut open Spiderman’s crotch. His 5.5inch cut cock flopped out and into my mouth. I licked the cum off while Clint cleaned up his scrotum and taint.
Spiderman was moaning again, and his cock grew rigid in my mouth.
“Fuck guys,” he yelled. “FFfuuucccckkkk.”
Cum sprayed forth, coating my mouth. I popped off and aimed the orgasming cock at Clint. A jet of cum hit his cheek before he sucked the cock inside and swallowed the rest of Spiderman’s second load.
His orgasm subsided and Spiderman slumped. Clint slipped the dildo from his ass.
“Would you like some candy before you go,” Clint asked the twink.
Spiderman shook his head, “I’ve had my treat. This town does not disappoint.”
Clint escorted him to the door and he walked off into the night, ass satiated, cummy dick folded back into his suit, his butt and crotch nipped by the crisp breeze.
“Look at you getting into the spirit of the town so quickly,” I teased.
Clint locked the door and turned to me, his 7inch cock pointing toward the ceiling. The sheer fabric was glued to his cock with precum making the fake blood look darker, more real. Thick veins pumping real blood into the dick.
“Lots more treats to enjoy,” I said grinning.
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