Halloween Series 2022

Lust

“The night is the hardest time to be alive and 4AM knows all my secrets.”   -Poppy Z Brite

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“Faggot!”

The taunt kept repeating in his mind as he raced down Highway 31, music blaring. Reggie replayed over and over how he had followed Aaron into the men’s room at the football game and knocked him down, pushed him into a stall and watched as Aaron tried to catch himself, only to land hard on the toilet. The seat was up, and Aaron got the seat of his pants wet, made worse by his struggling to get to his feet, all the while Reggie standing at the stall door taunting him, laughing at him, calling him a faggot.

Aaron wasn’t the first, as Reggie considered some of the boys from his past. How he bullied them, especially that Carter boy in ninth grade, the one that got transferred to another school. It had made Reggie realize being the mayor’s son protected him, made his teachers fear him as much as some of the boys he targeted.

‘Highway to Hell’ came on the radio and Reggie cranked the volume and sang alone to the parts he knew. He accelerated on the straight section just east of town, hitting seventy, eighty, nearing ninety before finally slowing down. He laughed again at the image of Aaron trying to get to his feet, then he fell silent as he considered the worst of it.

His secret.

Ever since he turned thirteen, he knew he was like the boys he taunted. He hated them for it. By the time he turned fourteen he understood what he was truly feeling, how his infatuation with some of the older boys wasn’t hero worship, it was an attraction that scared him. He heard how his father talked about anyone who looked or acted different, especially men. Faggot, queer…homosexual. Each word spoken with pure hate. Then there was his mother’s church and the sermons condemning gays and lesbians as evil, something to banish from society. So, he hid his feelings, and like his father, acted out on them, being the bully, he feared.

Reggie came to the convenience store that sat alone. Nothing around it but fields, and Millstone Road, one of the few dirt roads left in the county made it a corner lot, giving it a place, the locals could use to give directions. That campground is down Millstone Road; just go east until you come to that convenience store and turn by it. He slowed, then pulled in. He knew the old woman who worked there and knew she would never card him. He was the mayor’s son and wanted no trouble, so she sold him a beer from time to time, thinking it was a small infraction compared to the trouble the mayor could cause if he said anything about the smoking pipes and papers she kept at the counter.

Beer finished, Reggie tossed the bottle out his window, letting it smash in the other lane. He accelerated, letting the wind swirl around the inside of his car as the music and rumbling V-8 tore at the silence of the night. ‘Hell Awaits’ came on the radio, and he tapped the steering wheel to the beat while singing the chorus at the top of lungs.

Reggie slowed as he approached Ostara Creek for the bridge was old and the joint between asphalt and concrete rough. He bounced over each side of the bridge, then accelerated, easing the car into the center of the road, watching the yellow dashed lines race through his headlights. He came to a curve and eased back into his lane and slowed. The headlights illuminated the pine trees and the high grass on the shoulder and in the ditch. As he came out of the curve, they passed over a guy standing the shoulder of the road, thumb out.

It was just a second, a blink of the eye, but Reggie saw the guy, and he hit the brakes hard. The tires barked as he skidded to a stop in the middle of the road. He looked back and saw the guy looking at him, then move into the road and jog toward him. Reggie watched, thinking of the black hair and masculine heart shaped face and how he swore he could see the eyes were green. The guy was dressed lightly, a t-shirt with sleeves cut off and jeans that were worn and frayed. Both knees had been visible. And the guy was a stranger, someone not from his town or surrounding community. As he watched the guy come into the bright red of his taillights, he looked at how the tall lean body moved. He imagined the guy being gay, willing, someone who show him the pleasure he craved then disappear on down the road so no one ever found out.

Reggie watched the guy come to the passenger window, resting the left arm on it, leaning down to look in.

“Hey, thanks for stopping. How far are you going tonight?”

“How far do you need to go?” asked Reggie.

“Just down to the highway that goes to Ffaraon.”

“Where? Never heard of it.”

“Oh, I guess…”

“I can take you down to State Road 452. It’s the four-lane that goes north and south through these parts.”

“That would work.”

“Well, hop in.”

The guy slid into the seat and Reggie finds himself staring at him. The lean tall body, the knees visible through the frayed jeans and how the crotch worn, faded to almost white, and bulged in such a tantalizing way, he had to look away.

“I’m Loki.”

“Lock-ee?”

“Loki.”

“What kind of name is that?”

“An old family name.”

“Okay…I’m Reggie.”

“Reggie. Thanks for picking me up. I really appreciate it.”

Reggie pulled away, not accelerating as hard. He wanted the trip to last as long, as possible so he could continue to check out Loki. He glanced over and saw him rake a hand up the stomach and chest, pulling the t-shirt up revealing the flat stomach. Then he saw him adjust his crotch, working what he knew had to be a nice cock into a new position. Then he saw how a thick tube of flesh lay to the side pointing toward him.

“Damn, it’s hot as hades out there, and to think it’s Halloween. Can you believe it?” said Loki.

“No, not really,” Reggie replied as he watched Loki slide down in the seat spreading his legs. “If you want, we can roll up the windows and I’ll turn on the air conditioner,” he added, struggling to keep his eyes on the road.

“Nah, it’s a nice heat. Makes you feel loose in your skin, relaxed, ready for anything. Don’t you think?”

“Yeah…loose…relaxed…anything,” Reggie mumbled as he watched Loki lean forward and take off his t-shirt. “Shit,” he whispered as he ran off the road and jerked it back into his lane.

Loki laughed as he tossed the shirt over his shoulder. “That’s better,” he said as he ran a hand down his chest and stomach.

“Yeah…better…”

Reggie looked at the lean muscular body. It was perfect, like the ones of the boys he secretly looked at online. The swimmers and runners from the colleges or in the Olympics. The boys on those hookup sites he had been tempted to reply, but always afraid of being called out if caught by his father.

“You keep looking at me. Do you like what you see? You find me attractive?” Loki asked as he turned toward Reggie. “You can tell me. You can tell me anything.”

“I…I…” Reggie stammered, then he looked at the road, took a deep breath, and looked back at Loki. “Yeah, I do.”

“There’s a place up ahead you can pull off,” said Loki.

“How do you know about…”

“Reggie, just pull off and pull around the old barn in back. That way no one will see us.”

As soon as Reggie stopped, he saw movement to his right and turned to see Loki pushing down his jeans. Shoes kicked off, Loki worked each leg free then sat back, naked, cock rising between thighs.

The dashboard lights were just enough to see by, and Reggie openly stared at the cock, watched how the thick shaft curved upward and the head swelled wide and round, and deep red in color. He wanted to reach out and touch it. He wanted to feel another man’s cock.

“Come on Reggie, you can touch me,” said Loki, as if he could read Reggie’s mind.

Reggie reached out with a shaking hand until he felt the smooth skin stretched tight around a rock-hard shaft. He felt its girth and worked his hand up until the spongy head filled his hand. He just held it for a few seconds, savoring the feel of a man’s cock in his hand.

“You like it?” asked Loki in a low whisper.

“Yes,” Reggie replied.

“Why don’t you try touching me in another way. You know; that way you dream about late at night.”

“Yeah,” Reggie replied, and he leaned over until he was hovering over it. He stuck out his tongue and dragged it over the head. Then he put his lips on it and pushed down. It stretched his jaws to take it, but he took half of it and tried to take the rest, letting it cut off his airway.

“That’s it, suck my cock. You know you want it,” Loki uttered.

Reggie moaned as he thought about how he was sucking a man’s cock. How it filled his mouth and cut off his air when he sank down on it as far as he could. A hand took the back of his neck and pushed down, forcing that fat cock down his throat.

“That’s it, take me,” Loki whispered.

Reggie worked his mouth on the cock until it was wet and slick, and drool leaking from his mouth. He moved his mouth up and down it, at times slow, so slow he could sense every inch that moved through his lips, then he moved faster, urgently, up and down, nearly choking himself.

“That’s it; get me off. Make me cum in your mouth,” said Loki.

In my mouth…yeah, cum in my mouth, Reggie thought as he stroked the shaft and sucked the head desperate for Loki to fill his mouth with cum.

Hands took Reggie by the head and held him still as cock pumped up into his mouth. Suddenly thick wads of cum hit the back of his throat, then filled his mouth. He choked, sucking some down his windpipe and some up into his nasal cavity. He tasted it. He smelled it. A strong musty taste, one matched by its scent. He swallowed and swallowed, then he inhaled, drawing the smell into his lungs.

“Get out of the car,” said Loki.

Reggie climbed out and moved to the passenger side where Loki stood naked, cock still rock hard, curved up in front of him. He moved up to him and stood passive.

“You’ll let me?” asked Loki as he reached up and began to undo the buttons on Reggie’s shirt.

“Yes,” Reggie replied. He would do anything Loki wanted. Anything.

Loki pushed the shirt from Reggie’s shoulders and rubbed a hand over his chest and stomach. The touch was warm, a caress that aroused him, made his cock flex.

“Take off the rest of your clothes,” said Loki stepping back.

Reggie undid his jeans while kicking off his shoes. He pushed jeans and boxers down and stumbled while getting them off, but eventually he stood before Loki naked with a cock growing erect.

Loki moved to him, took his cock, and stroked it until it was hard. Then guided him to turn.

“Bend over and spread that ass for me,” said Loki.

Willingly, obediently, Reggie turned and bent over while reaching back spreading his ass. He felt the warm night air caress him, every part. It aroused him, being naked and submissive to Loki. He held his head down and waited.

Loki looked at the submissive pose, then he moved closer until his cock touched the right cheek, smearing slick over it. He took it in hand and rubbed it up and down the spread ass until it glistened in the dim lights from the interior of the car. He put it to the tight opening, pushing just enough for Reggie to really feel it, to know his tightness would need to be breached.

“What do you want, Reggie?”

“I…I want you to fuck me.”

“You want me inside you?”

“Yes. Yes. I want you to put your cock inside me. I can take it. I can…just do it.”

Loki held Reggie by the waist and pushed. Reggie cried out as the fat cock stretched him open. He shivered from the pain of entry then shuddered at the impossible feeling of fullness that cock gave him as it sank deeper and deeper into his body.

Loki held tight to his waist and began to fuck. Slowly, tugging outward until nearly slipping free, then pushing inward, inch after inch, until pressed against his ass. Loki kept it up, this slow fuck that made him feel every inch as it moved through his tightness, until he finally loosened to it. Then the fingers tightened on his waist and Loki began to fuck harder, faster. Soon the sound of bodies banging together echoed around them.

“Fuck, take me, take me,” Loki uttered as he hammered Reggie’s ass.

Reggie took his own cock and stroked it, furiously, until he was on the verge of release. Loki grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him upright and held him tight.

“Do it, do it, come for me. Let me see you shoot,” Loki whispered in Reggie’s ear.

Reggie stroked his cock, worked his hips back and forth as Loki’s cock tore at his insides. He threw his head back and cried out, shuddered violently, then came. Wad after wad spurt from his cock, covering the ground in front of him. Then Loki pushed him back over and slammed into his ass and he felt that fat cock flex with each ejaculation as it filled him with cum.

Loki pulled out and Reggie spurn around and fell to his knees.

“Let me,” Reggie begged.

Loki stepped up and watched Reggie suck his cock, drawing out the last of his load. Then he pushed him away roughly, and Reggie fell on his back.

“Please, Loki, let me-“

“Reggie, I’m finished with you.”

Reggie struggled to keep his eyes open. He saw Loki gather up his clothes, then disappear into the darkness of the woods. He fell flat and lost consciousness.

Roy drove down the highway wondering if he should call his wife to meet him for lunch. He had gotten home late the night before, the card game going too well to quit when he had promised. She knew his job could be stressful, putting up with everyone who thought he should turn a blind eye to their breaking of the law. He had been on the force only two years and had begun to question whether, or not he had made the correct decision.

He eased along the highway, looking for any signs of something amiss. He passed the convenience store where he knew Ruth Ann was selling to minors and selling that drug paraphernalia. The day would come, he would have to make her stop. But not today, he had his own wrongdoing to correct first.

Jack Henderson sped past, going toward town, and Roy reached for the siren and lights.

“Fuck it,” he uttered and sat back and continued down the highway.

He crossed that rough bridge and motored along until he had to slow for the long sweeping curve at the old Barker place. He saw the brick piers where the house sat before burning down. His daddy said it happened back in 1966. Further back he saw the barn and just before he got to the old drive, he saw the taillight of a car. He slowed, made a three-point turn and came back to the drive.

It was rough and grown up, so he stopped in front of the barn.

“Hey, Cheryl, this is Roy. I’m going to be out of the car checking on something behind the barn at the old Barker place,” he said into his police radio.

“The Barker place? You want backup?”

 Roy heard her tone. It was scared and he knew she believed all the rumors about the place being haunted. It was bullshit, and he knew it.

“Nah, I don’t think it is anything but some teenager back there making out.”

Roy eased around the barn, following the track of the vehicle in back. He came around the barn and saw it was a black Dodge Challenger and he knew immediately it was Reggie, the mayor’s son.

“Reggie?”

No reply and he moved around until at the rear of car.

“Reggie?”

He heard a voice, too low to make out but it was close. He moved around the car and saw a shirt, jeans, and boxers tossed on the ground by the passenger door which was open. He moved around it, trying to determine where the voice was coming from. At the front of the car, he saw a small clearing in front and within it a naked body on the ground.

“Reggie!” he uttered to himself and rushed to the boy’s rescue. He stumbled and felt his heart racing with worry.

At the edge of the clearing, he stumbled again as he came to an abrupt stop. He stood in shock, not believing what he was seeing. Reggie on the ground stroking a red and raw cock. He had cum on his chest and stomach, and more was smeared in his pubic hair. As Roy stood at the edge of matted down grass and weeds, he watched Reggie spin around until facing him, looking into his eyes. Reggie didn’t stop masturbating, just kept on stroking his cock. Then Roy realized what Reggie was saying.

“Come on, you want to fuck me. You want to put that cock in my ass. I want it. I want it bad. Come on, don’t make me beg. I’ve been begging all night and he wouldn’t come back and fuck me. All night…he wouldn’t come back, back, back. My cock is so sore. but I can’t stop. Please, please, please, fuck me…”

Roy pulled up his radio.

“Cheryl, Cheryl, this Roy. I need an ambulance. At the Barker place. It’s the mayor’s son. I think he got into poisonous mushrooms or something. He’s acting crazy.”

The Next Day

Reggie sat up gasping for breath. He looked around the hospital room with confusion. There were clean clothes neatly stacked on a table across the room and a book lay in the chair next to the bed. His mother had been there. Looking out the window he knew he was in Montgomery at the large hospital. He tried to remember what happened that caused him to be there. Slowly, like a fog lifting, he remembered. He lay back short of breath as he remembered picking up that guy. Was it last night? How long had he been in the hospital? He played it over in his head, the sex behind the old Barker barn, then the guy, Louis…no, that wasn’t right. Lucky? Loki, that was it. An odd name, but then he remembered Loki walking away, leaving him naked and alone. Then things became blurry.

The door opened and his mother came in with a coffee and worried look.

“Mom?”

“Reggie! You’re awake. Oh, thank God.”

“How long?”

They found you yesterday morning at the Barker place and you were…delusional.”

“I’ve been here since yesterday morning?”

“Yes.”

“Where’s dad? Has he been here?”

His mom gave him a frown, then she eased down into the chair, setting her novel to the side. A slow sip of coffee, then she looked up at Reggie.

“He was here but when Sheriff Roy Wilson told him how you were acting, what you were saying, your father, he…”

“Yes, what?”

“He’s upset and you just need to give him some time. But Reggie, you have to tell me.”

Reggie knew what she spoke, and he felt his anxieties and fears, all the old demons rise up within him. But he saw how his mother was waiting for his response and he nodded in agreement, it was time to tell her.

“I don’t know how to say it other than to just blurt it out.”

“Then blurt it out.”

“Mom, I’m gay.”

She smiled, then took a deep breath. “Your father will never accept this. You know how he is about these things. But Reggie, you put off college and I think you need to rethink it. Just get into some classes at State or wherever you want to go next semester. I know you’re afraid we’ll cut you off but remember it is my family that made us, gave us the assets your father uses to pursue his need for political power, and it’ll be those assets that cover your college, not his.”

Reggie saw the opportunity his mother was laying out before him. One that didn’t involve denying himself his true identity, nor denying an opportunity to study. It was a second chance. A big one, and he knew he had to take it.

“Seriously, you’ll do that for me?”

“Of course, you’re my son.”