Halloween Series 2022

The Maze

“Sometimes human places create inhuman monsters.” 
– Stephen King, The Shining.

 The old Mustang rumbled down State Road 42 with laughter and loud music coming from its open windows. Behind the wheel, Jessie sat back shirtless and in worn jeans looking over at Robert. He eyed his best friend wanting so much from him, something he could never admit. They were inseparable, had been since ninth grade. Now they were graduates and it was late summer, and they still found time to play, to just jump in Jessie’s Mustang and ride. Or cruise old haunts. Or park in an isolated area and fuck. It was late afternoon, and they were coming back from the State Fair up in Montgomery where they spent the last two days.

Robert shifted down and looked over at Jessie. He tugged on his hardening cock, always feeling horny when alone with Jessie. He was the quiet one, the one to stand to the side and let Jessie have the spotlight. But he was the one who had initiated sex the first time. The one to rest a hand on a knee, run it up the thigh while laughing like it was a joke. It hadn’t been a joke and Jessie had soon found out how serious he had been.

“We’re getting near that old camp house,” said Robert, referring to an old logging cabin down on Burnt Corn Creek, long ago abandoned and forgotten by most.

“Yeah,” Jessie replied, raking his right hand down his chest as he steered with his left, the arm resting on the windowsill.

“It’s been a while since we went down there,” said Robert as he started to unbutton his shirt.

“Horny bastard,” Jessie uttered as he slowed to turn off the road, taking the old dirt lane down into the pine.

The lane was rough but had been kept passable by the Forest Service. Jessie followed it down the slow drop toward the creek as Robert tossed his shirt in the back seat and began to undo his jeans.

“What is someone is down here?” asked Jessie, laughing at the idea of someone seeing Robert naked.

“It’s late in the afternoon and the creek will be muddy from the rain last week, so no one has a reason to be down there.”

“I hope you’re right, but we have a reason, so…”

Jessie watched the jeans get worked free, then the boxers. He looked at the familiar body, the lean lanky build and the uncut cock, something rare among the guys in their small town. He reached over and took it in hand feeling it grow thicker and longer.

“Fuck, get me hard,” Robert uttered, and he watched the hand on his cock.

Jessie killed the engine and turned toward Robert to ask if he wanted to break into the cabin again, or just do it by the car when Robert was on him. Pushed against the door, Robert kissed with a passion and urgency that made his own cock flex and grow erect, made more intense by the hand tugging on his jeans, pulling the buttons free, then snaking into the gap, taking it. He never wore underwear anymore just to give Robert this quick access. It seemed Robert’s hand were always working their way into his jeans, and it made him hard every damn time.

“Fuck, get out of the car,” Jessie uttered when he pushed Robert back.

Robert was at the back of the car, arms resting on the small trunk, feet back and spread. Jessie let his jeans drop to his ankles, hobbling him. But it didn’t stop him from moving up behind Robert. He raked his cock up and down the spread ass until he felt him push back. Then he put it to the tight opening and pushed.

Robert shuddered with the penetration, then pushed back. Quickly, Jessie found himself buried in him. He leaned over the long back and reached underneath him. As he took that uncut cock and pulled the skin back further from the flared head, he tugged outward. Then he began to fuck and to stroke cock.

Robert moaned and grunted as Jessie hammered his ass. Body banging against body. Skin hot and slick against skin. Jessie stroked until his hand was slick while fucking, driving into Robert’s depths over and over. There was no holding back, not this time, and far too soon for both, Jessie pumped Robert full of cum. He pulled out and pulled Robert off the trunk and spun him around. A kiss, then the drag of lips and tongue down the neck and across the chest to one nipple to the other. He sucked, and kissed, and nipped and bit.

“Fuck, suck me…suck me off,” Robert uttered while pushing down on Jessie’s shoulders.

Jessie went to his knees and took the slick cock. He tongued the head then took it in his mouth. He moved hungrily on it, sliding his lips along its length and tongued it until Robert dug fingers into his shoulders. The cock flexed, thickened, then filled his mouth with cum.

Standing before Robert, cock still hard, Jessie moved to the side of his car. Hands on the top, he leaned forward, stepped out of his jeans, and widened his stance.

“Come on Robert, fuck me.”

Jessie took a different road; one they had not traveled before as they headed back home. He rubbed his left nipple to get the soreness out of it where Robert sucked, chewed, and bit it while playing with his cock until he came a second time. He glanced over at Robert who sat shirtless, and he could see the red marks on the neck and chest where he had done the same to him. They smiled wickedly at each other.

Jessie wondered how long they could keep daring each other, pushing for new and exciting place for sex. Places where the fear of getting caught only made them more reckless. He knew it was silly in some ways, the way they sought out places to have sex, and he had begun to worry about the day they went too far. What would happen if they got caught in a very public way, something that would get around their small town? He worried about it, fearful of what it would mean. He had mentioned it to Robert who had just shrugged and made some comment about just being careful. But he knew they were anything but careful.

At the top of a hill, Jessie saw a bridge at the bottom, and he pushed the accelerator hard. The Mustang sped up quickly, the engine revving hard. The needle on the speed odometer rushed around until passing one-twenty. The car bounced hard at the joint of asphalt to concrete, then bounced again as they came off the bridge, both laughing like fools.

At the top of the hill, Jessie slowed for ahead a sign caught his attention. With jack-o-lanterns sitting at its base, a hand painted sign read “Corn Maze” and below it the cost of admission. Only two bucks. Jessie hit the brakes, slowing to make the turn into the drive.

“Jessie, its damn near dark. It’s too late,” said Robert.

“Let’s see. I always wanted to do one of these. And if we’re the last ones, maybe we can, you know, have some more fun.”

“And you call me the horny bastard,” Robert replied, reaching into the backseat to get their shirts.

Hank moved across the yard wondering if there would be anyone else for his maze. He had hoped for more traffic, it being Halloween. There had been many of his neighbors of the community to come out to roam around the maze, and there had been some from surrounding counties as he had hoped, but what he really wanted was someone to come along at the end of the day that was a stranger he didn’t know. It was the only way to safely do what he had promised. Otherwise, he feared how he could fulfill it. Three years ago, had been the first time he was approached, and he didn’t take it seriously. It cost him dearly, his wife taken from him.

The last two years he had gotten lucky, for a trucker showed up last year and the one before a college kid driving back to State after a weekend with her family. Looking at the sun set, he worried if this year would be one of self sacrifice.

A rumbling V-8, something Hank would recognized anywhere, and he looked up as an older Mustang pulled up the drive and stopped. The paint was faded and there was a dent in the front passenger fender, showing the car was used hard. Two young guys climbed out, both slipping on shirts. He smiled at his good fortune, then turned to stroll over to them.

“You boys wanting to the do maze?”

Robert held up the battery powered lantern; its light way too weak to properly illuminate the path in front of them. Jessie walked beside him, the two of them smiling mischievously at each other. They knew what the other was thinking. It was too much of a temptation. They loved to have sex in places where they could get caught, the fear stirring their sense of arousal. They had stood in the middle of a bridge one night, did it in the park back in Greenville, snuck into Mrs. Godwin’s old barn, and in so many places they couldn’t remember them all. As they moved deeper into the maze, the temptation to add to their inappropriate places made them giggle and shoulder bump each other.

“We shouldn’t; that farmer could come out here,” said Jessie, laughing, for he knew they would.

Robert began to unbutton his shirt with one hand as he held the lantern up with the other. They moved around one turn after the next, going deeper and deeper into the maze. The sky darkened overhead making the lantern seem brighter, an illusion they knew.

Robert led Jessie around a tight bend coming into a larger area. The ground was covered in corn stalks that had been beaten down until almost flat. He set the lantern on the ground and turned to Jessie.

“Come here and fuck me,” Robert uttered.

Jessie pushed the shirt from Robert’s shoulders then worked the jeans loose. He tugged everything down, jeans and boxers and helped Robert step out of them. Robert stood naked in the middle of the space and Jessie stayed on his knees, taking the hardening cock before him into his mouth.

Jessie sucked until Robert was hard. Then he pulled him down to his knees and turned him to face away. He tugged his t-shirt off and pushed his jeans down to his knees as Robert dropped to his hands and knees. He moved up close and rubbed his cock up and down Robert’s ass until he felt him pushing back.

“Come on Jess, stick me,” Robert uttered, then he held his head down waiting.

Jessie put his cock to the opening and pushed. He pushed until pressed against the ass and Robert was shivering. He pressed tightly to the ass then tugged outward. Tugged until his cock slipped free, then he drove it back into Robert’s depths.

“Aww, fuck,” Robert howled, then he pushed back, “do it, do it, fuck me.”

Jessie held the narrow waist and began to fuck. To work his hips with a brutal pace. He fucked and fucked and fucked, until he thought his cock couldn’t take another stroke, then he buried it in Robert’s depths and came.

Robert pulled away, spun around and Jessie quickly found himself on his back. He held up his legs and lay back as Robert removed his jeans, tossing them carelessly to the side. He closed his eyes as Robert spread them apart, then touched his opening with cock. A push, then the pleasure/pain of being penetrated. He shuddered and clutched at the dead corn stalks as Robert drove into his depths. Robert fucked as relentlessly as he had done. A fast brutal pace, not holding back. Robert hammered his ass.

“Fuck…fuck…goddamn it, fuck me,” Jessie uttered as he took his own cock in hand.

Jessie stroked his leaking cock as Robert hammered his ass. He rocked with every shove inward, and it increased his arousal. The physical nature and pure lust of it.

Robert pushed his legs back, folding him in half. Hovering above him, he stared up at Robert’s blue eyes looking down. Sweat dripped down on him as Robert huffed and puffed with his exertions.

“Do it, do it, pump that shit in me,” Jessie uttered.

Robert rose on hands and knees and long dicked Jessie’s ass. Slowly at first, letting him feel every goddamn inch slide inward then tug outward. But Robert couldn’t maintain the slow pace, and he began to fuck faster, rougher, banging his body on the upturned ass.

“Fuck,” Robert uttered, and Jessie knew he was close.

Then Robert’s eyes grew wide, a look of shock on his face. He stopped fucking and looked over his shoulder.

“What is it?” asked Jessie.

“I don’t know…something touched my leg,” Robert whispered.

Jessie held his head up and looked around Robert into the darkness.

“I don’t see anything.”

Robert started to reply, then jerked around to look behind him again. Then he was abruptly pulled a few feet away. Jessie sat up trying to see what was doing it.

“Jess,” Robert uttered, then he was clawing at the ground as he was dragged away. He screamed and begged Jessie to help him, but it happened too fast.

Sitting in the small circle of light, Jessie stared into the darkness as Robert screamed.

“NO,” Jessie uttered struggling to get to his feet, then something jerked his right leg out from under him. “What the fuck,” he uttered looking into the darkness behind him. There was nothing there but suddenly he was being pulled away.

Jessie clawed at the ground and kicked with his left leg. He kicked into nothing but air while being roughly dragged into the darkness. Then it stopped and he lay on the ground gasping for breath. He realized it was quiet, Robert no longer screaming. Before he could sit up, something climbed on top of him, holding him down. It clamped down on his head, squeezing tighter and tighter.

“No, please…” Jessie uttered, before ceasing to have consciousness.

Hank got up early and went out to the Mustang. He had to take care of it before someone came around asking questions. He looked at the corn field and its opening into the maze and knew the keys were out there. There was nothing to do but go get them.

Hank wandered into the maze straight to the small space in the center. He knew that is where it had happened. The boys fucking each other before being sacrificed to it. He found the shirt and t-shirt, then one pair of jeans but the keys were for a Dodge, not a Ford, so he put them back in the jeans and looked for the other pair. They were down one of the passages and he searched one pocket then other finding a keychain with the Ford keys on it. He took the keys and tossed the jeans down.

Hank bushhogged the corn field down as fast as he could. It had taken too long to drive the Mustang down to Old Cypress Swamp and ditch it in one of the deeper sections by the old timber lane. He ran across the field, back and forth, until everything was cut down. He had seen the clothes again and in one place he thought he saw blood, but he didn’t look too closely, for it would remind him of what he had found when it had taken his Helen three years ago.

With the tractor back in the barn, he got out his four-wheeler and filled his sprayer with gas. He rode along the downwind side, spraying the edge. He lit it and moved quickly to the upwind side, spraying along its edge. He lit it and moved away as the flame raced across the edge then proceeded to move across the field. On the other side, the flames were smaller, fighting to burn into the wind, but when the two sides came together in the center, the flames twisted and swirled into the sky, twenty, thirty, forty feet high.

Hank swore he could hear the boy’s voices again, like their cries for help he had heard the night before from his porch.

Then the fire died, all its fuel consumed. Hank went back to the barn to put the four-wheeler away, telling himself he could wait until morning to get out the breaking plow. Whatever evidence was out there was burned away, even the bone, for that was how it had been the last two years. As he strolled back to his house, he smiled, knowing that it had been satisfied and next year he would have another good year.