Trick or Treat a Halloween Surprise

With the October awards banquet behind us where Erin picked up her award I drove her home. Before we kissed good-night I told her how much I enjoyed the evening with her and my interest for her was fast becoming more romantic. I suggested that we let our relationship move forward to the next level. As the sophisticated yet mysterious redhead began walking toward her house she turned her head smiling that knowing seductive smile before nodding her head in agreement. At the door she turned one last time giving me a clever come-hither look before stepping inside.

I stood by my car in the chill of the evening where I waited for her to get inside. She turned off the decorative lighting and locked the entry door: another missed opportunity. Once I knew her to be safe I got into my car and sped off for the short drive towards my condominium. Throughout the drive home the luscious redhead dominated my thoughts. As usual the fashionable redhead captured the center of attention at the Halloween themed awards banquet that Friday night, at least for the men attending. Erin’s acceptance speech drew a standing ovation. How splendid her tall lithe body filled the stylish dark pearl off-the-shoulder short sleeve sequin mesh evening gown. As if she’d been molded into it. 

The stunning evening attire Erin wore including block heel glitter sandals, matching silver necklace and earrings couldn’t have been more perfect; furthermore, her hair, nails, makeup and sparkling silver sequin clutch tied the beautiful ensemble together. I couldn’t get the vixen’s seductive scent out of my head. The mysterious fragrance of her perfume projected a fresh sensuous aroma that saturated the car’s interior as I drove home.

After parking my car I sat there for a few moments savoring the evening’s memories as her fragrance lingered, realizing I missed my cue to follow her inside. As I exited the car I looked down and noticed my cock bulging. When my hand attempted to push it down the leg of my solid black slim-fit trousers I detected a wet spot on my crotch area. With an extraordinary amount of precum evident I anticipated a stain on the expensive trousers. An urgent desire swept over me to get into my condo, undress and get into the shower to take care of business.   

That evening, more so than any previous rendezvous, Erin lit a fire in my loins, transgressing the limits of our somewhat platonic relationship. Before letting her out of the car, while making out, her finger, either by accident or intent, touched my nipple. The flirtatious touch sent a treat of shivers through my body. Once Erin discovered that my nipples were sensitive her finger continued to skillfully toy with them while we made out.

Of late, my romantic interest in Erin began to blossom more and more. For me, she possessed all the qualities I sought in a long-term partner: intellectual, emotional, physical properties and sophistication to makeup the perfect woman. Blessed with intelligence, poise and bearing she also demonstrated great communication skills. 

Erin possessed speaking skills that influenced and inspired others. Endowed with those alluring Amber Heard facial characteristics, fair skin, long red hair and sparkling emerald green eyes, just one beautifully packaged lady. She had that special X factor. For me, a gay man, Erin had become ideal arm candy to accompany me at formal business functions and social events, yet an air of mystery surrounded her.

I’d known Erin O’Lingus for about a year and been seeing her as my steady female companion on a regular basis for six months. The year since I met her she’d become a person I could depend upon to accompany me to different business functions and social events and vice versus. Some gay men dub women who date homosexual men as fag hags, queen bees or homo honey. I never referred to Erin by any of these, what I consider offensive names, rather, Erin, my companion.

Of course, because of my closeted bisexuality or homosexuality, something I’d yet to figure out, we’d not engaged in sex. In contemporary society, because of the hullabaloo being raised in the media regarding social injustice and me-too movement, I like many men, waited for my partner to make the first overt move towards bedroom romance.

As a prominent member of the business and social community I didn’t want to wakeup and see my name and photograph splashed across the morning news headlines or on a subpoena; therefore, I’d refrained fondling Erin’s genital area. However, in the past couple weeks since we’d began seeing more of each other Flame’s seductiveness and sensual touches indicated her desire to elevate our relationship to the next level: more than a simple good night kiss. Not that the idea of getting Flame into bed hadn’t crossed my mind, because it had. The big question, would sex negatively impact our friendship? 

I learned that Erin earned her nickname Flame due to her red hair and aggressive nature during her youth. She became a fiery debater on the debate team in high school. Even though slight of stature during her school years the spitfire never backed down from a physical row. Her strong personality influenced her ability to communicate effectively with others many times staving off bullies and moving up the corporate ladder. 

During the past couple weeks making out with Flame, her passionate kisses began to arouse me more and more. Her fervent lips and tongue demonstrated a burning desire for more than a simple good night kiss and I began reciprocating with the same passion. From what I’d learned about redheads I’m sure she could turn me every which way but loose in the bedroom. Something I hadn’t experienced of late.

My boyfriend and I broke up a little over a year before and I hadn’t found a suitable replacement. I’m a finicky fucker when it comes to the person I fall in love with and share my body and bed. The guys I’d met during the past year just didn’t fit the bill. I had no desire to take them home, however for some insane reason Flame lit my fuse. Over my adolescent and adult years, I’d developed an adept ability to read into people, however the mystery woman left me with questions. 

I wanted a person who could share the same commonalities and interests in life as me. Flame fit that criteria. I also wanted a person who could share my same interests sexually. I’m a mainstream person when it comes to sex, for the most part vanilla; however, I do enjoy certain fetishes. Sensual foreplay and after play are huge part of my love life. I’m a versatile lover but prefer to bottom in homosexual relationships; however, as a female, Flame didn’t possess the plumbing to satisfy that sexual task. 

Nonetheless if Flame might be so inclined, maybe I could convince her to take my booty, using a strap-on to satisfy my all-important need to bottom. I never understood why the carnal need to fill my bottom with a perfect cock, but I did. In my opinion, anal intercourse between two guys is the most important part of lovemaking between them. I’d been chasing that elusive perfect cock and lover attached thereto for years, to no avail. 

As something of a cock connoisseur I’d found few cocks appealing to my eye or appetizing. Some came close to perfect thus far in my life but few. None scored ten on the scale. I was not looking for a huge penis, just a well-proportioned awesome cock that I couldn’t pry my eyes off. A bedazzling phallus, flaccid or erect, with an awesome cockhead that could mesmerize me as no other. Much like the myth of how a Cobra hypnotizes its prey into submission.  

Many times, I compared a Cobra to a man’s penis. A must for my ideal penis; a majestic cockhead perched atop perfectly proportioned shaft. Not an ugly fucker with bumps, bends or other deformities, however I considered a slight curvature upwards acceptable. My standard for a perfect penis: a spongy pink cockhead with texture and a vivid crimson coronal ring at the base. A cock so awesome appearing that it could take my breath away at first glance. A mouth-watering cock making me cry out with desire for it to fill me, just looking at it, yet make me smile, moan and weep with pleasure as it filled my rectum. 

Unlike many gay men, huge cocks did not attract or excite me other than to maybe look at them in porn videos or stroke them, however larger than average cockheads impressed me. I have a relatively small mouth and rampant gag reflex. I do not care to have eight to ten inches of super cock rammed down my throat gagging and choking the fuck outa me, or forcing it up my anus splitting me open, leaving me bleeding and my colon hanging out after being fucked. For me I want sex to be the most pleasurable event in my life, never painful. 

At almost thirty my booty remained, pink, blemish free and deliciously desirable. A sensitive hairless anus, thus far showing no sign of hemorrhoids or trauma. So, enamored with my ass, many times I propped a mirror between my legs at my feet to view it, especially fingering or filling it with a dildo. Many nights I lay in bed gazing at the mirror, watching my sphincter expand and contract coaxing the phallic toy inside. 

I enjoyed working the head of my flesh colored realistic dildo into my pulsing anus. Once inside the chamber I watched my pink spider gobble up the entire phallic toy. Twisting and turning it to bump my prostate producing precum. I fantasized about different prominent men fucking me calling out for them by name to fuck me, making me cum an explosive orgasm.   

As a man who enjoys anal sex I prefer my partner’s butt to be the same or better condition. Anilingus and other anal foreplay activities endear me to a partner. My partner’s erect penis must be long enough, at least five inches, for the cockhead to contact my prostate, so while he’s fucking me his cockhead bangs and rubs my “G” spot, thereby culminating in an explosive orgasm.

With precum in the crotch of my black and silver mesh breathable pouch boxer briefs beginning to dry the cloth stuck to the head of my cock as I peeled the undergarment off. Turning on the mixer in the shower I wondered what Flame might be doing at that moment. Unbeknownst to me, before Flame undressed she’d poured a glass of red wine to relax while bathing. 

In her luxurious bathroom Erin lit scent candles while she began preparing the warm bubble bath. She too noticed wetness drying in the crotch of her yellow panties. She needed to get off with an explosive orgasm before bed. Licking her luscious red lips, Flame flicked at, pinched and rubbed her erect nipples, attempting to get more juice flowing.

The sultry redhead stepped into the big roman tub filled with warm scented bathwater, grasping her favorite dildo in one hand and a hip large stem wine glass half full of red wine in the other. She took another sip of wine before setting the glass on the edge of the tub next to the candles before submerging her body. The scented bubbles began to cover her shoulders. Flame threw her head back licking her lips while pinching and flicking her hard nipples. 

Moaning under each flick Flame knew she could get off playing with her nipples, but that night she wanted some sexual stimulation between her legs before she climaxed. She couldn’t get Paul and those hard nipples she’d discovered out of her head. 

Although she’d entertained thoughts she’d yet to fondle Paul’s crotch. She wondered what he might look like naked and boned up. The more she fantasized about Paul the hornier she became. 

As the sultry redhead continued pleasuring herself by way of manual stimulation she envisioned Paul in the tub with her. With the dildo entering her body she began moaning and then yelling louder for Paul to eat her and fuck her. Visions of Paul eating her, then taking her played out in her mind’s eye. For Flame it had been many months since she’d experienced real love making with the real thing filling her, too many months. 

Since first meeting Paul, Erin dreamt and fantasized what it might be like for him to take her and fill her with his manhood, leaving her breathless, trembling with content. A secret smile on her face after they climaxed simultaneously. Meanwhile, Paul standing under the shower head at his condo guided his ass onto the well lubed suction dildo stuck to the shower surround. After the head disappeared inside his asshole he began fantasizing that it was Flame fucking him in the ass as he backed onto the rubber sex toy and pulled back, again and again.

After both parties succumbed to explosive orgasms they prepared for bed. Neither party could sleep. Their thoughts were on each other, making love. Flame picked up her smartphone to call Paul. The phone rang a few times before Paul answered. Recognizing the number Paul answered, “Hello babe, what’s up?”

“Me…Can’t sleep.”

“Me either,” I said. “Hope you enjoyed our evening.”

“Yes, loved it…Wish it hadn’t ended with just a good night kiss.”

“Same here.”

“I certainly don’t want to seem forward, but could you come back over so we might pickup where we left off…You know carry our feelings to the next level. I hope it’s not too late to invite you back.”

“No, not too late for me. I think I’d enjoy that. See you in about fifteen,” I said before hanging up.

Giddy with lust I pulled on a pair of casual jogging pants commando, a long sleeve plaid flannel button down shirt and pair of sneakers. Before I left my house to get into my car for the drive back to Flame’s house I popped a little blue pill. I don’t suffer erectile dysfunction, but I discovered the little pill enhances sex, plus it shortens the refractory period among other benefits. 

Before I could push the button on the door chime Erin threw open the door. With the door open I said, “Trick or treat.”

There Erin stood wearing an irresistible full-length cotton chenille wrap robe, her cat circling her feet. She reached out, grasping my hand pulling me inside. “You’re my treat for the night.” 

The enticing redhead closed the door, locking it before her arms began encircling my neck. Then she began delivering the most seductive kisses to my face, ears and neck. The kisses aroused deep emotion causing my cock to begin filling with blood. After a few moments we broke our embrace. Erin led me towards the formal living room where she pushed me back onto the white couch before asking, “You want a glass of wine?” 

“You know I prefer bourbon, if you have it.”

“Call it.” Flame said. Her flirtatious manner had me hot to trot. 

“One ice cube straight.”

“I got Maker’s,” Flame said stepping over to the bar where she began pouring my drink. “Here you are.” Handing me bourbon neat in a Maker’s Mark signature etched double old fashion glass she seated herself next to me pulling her legs and feet up beneath her. Holding her glass of red wine in her left hand the back of her silky-smooth right hand began caressing my cheek in a sensual manner as she gazed into my eyes. “I hope I’m not being too brazen when I say that I’ve got more than a schoolgirl crush for you Paul. I’ve fallen for you in a big way.” 

Not surprised by the revelation I said, “I would say that feeling is mutual.”

“I want you as a lover more than just a companion; however, before we consider the next level I have a confession to make. You need to know more about me sexually before we consummate our relationship,” Flame said.

“Same with me.”

We continued chatting about our feelings for each other. We shared what we found to be sexually desirable and gratifying in a partner. During our conversation I discovered that Erin possessed a foot fetish as did I. We also realized that we enjoyed much foreplay and could become somewhat boisterous at foreplay and while making love. Of course, I held back confiding about my anal desire, or the fantasy I’d entertained regarding the female clitoris. Flame’s seductive behavior during our conversation told me that we were going to end up in her bedroom at some point where all could play out. 

I trembled with expectation. Although a mysterious woman I wondered what secret she needed to reveal to me. The cat sat across from me on the coffee table looking at me with that look of I don’t trust you yet stranger. A look that communicate I was the intruder in the cat’s domain. Aware that I must gain the cat’s trust if the relationship between Flame and I could progress. I reached out and began petting the cat’s head and scratching beneath the chin, throat and neck. The cat began to purr stretching its head out for more: a sign of acceptance.

“He likes you…You passed the test,” Flame said. “My cat is my judge of character in a paramour. If he likes you that means I like you enough to take things to the next level.”

“What’s the next level?”

“My bedroom, silly.” Flame stood up tugging on my hand pulling me to my feet. A signal to follow her. With her glass of wine in hand she said, “Bring your bourbon.”

I followed Flame to the elegant dark wooden staircase that curled upward spilling onto the second-floor landing and walkway. Once on the second floor we took a few steps before entering the elegant master bedroom suite.

“Damn, such a stylish bedroom.”

“I kind of like it…Hope you like it. I designed it myself,” Flame began guiding me through a quick tour of the bedroom. I couldn’t help but notice the sexually explicit paintings and sculptures as well as the phallic curios around the bedroom. The one that caught my eye: two young men turned opposite each other on an elegant bed engaging in oral sex.  

Erin led me towards the white velvet lounge loveseat. She removed her robe dropping it to the floor, revealing the black sexy hot lace satin baby doll lingerie night gown. “I hope we spend more time in here.”

“Oh yeah, love it. Taking a seat at the closed end of the loveseat. “Love the bathroom, especially the big tub.”

“Roman tub,” Flame said as she sat next to me again pulling her legs and feet up beneath her before leaning in and kissing me.

Once again, the kissing began communicating her desire for us to get into bed. My hands began to roam around her neck and face while her hands found my nipples. As we made out my cock sprung to life. Her left-hand left my nipples and began traveling down my torso towards my crotch.

“Oh my, what do we have here,” Flame said as her lips parted from mine. She looked into my eyes with desire smiling a mischievous smile. “Why don’t we get more comfortable. Do you need to shower or freshen up?”

“I showered before I came over, but I do need to get out of these clothes.”

Flame stood up pointing towards the bathroom. She handed me her robe. I couldn’t take my eyes off her dressed in the black negligee and G-string underwear. I trotted off to the bathroom to throw some water on my face before I went back into the bedroom. The shock of cold water on my face I realized that we were going to consummate our relationship. There lying on the bed supporting her head with her right hand the foxy redhead. She patted the white sheet covering the mattress with her left hand inviting me to join her. I threw off the robe, standing there bare-ass naked, revealing my raging hard-on.

“Oh My God, that’s the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen.” Flame smiled and began slithering on her belly towards to me. Once within reach she grasped my hard cock pulling the head to her mouth. “May I?”

My mouth froze up, I couldn’t utter a word. Erin began kissing my cock and then her tongue began bathing the cockhead before she took the entirety of in into her warm mouth. She withdrew letting her silky tongue circle the coronal ring before she went to the urethral opening where her talented tongue scooped up some precum that had oozed up. “Oh, my that tastes so deliciously delightful.”

Of course, I knew that precum for the most part is tasteless, but maybe to Flame it possessed flavor. I slipped onto her bed next to her where we began making out. As we kissed she continued manipulating my saliva slick hard cock and balls. “My my this is more than I ever dreamed about. You’ve got a magnificent dick,” Flame whispered into my ear. 

I refrained from touching her pussy. With all that’s been in the news I decided to let her make the initial move, guiding my hand towards her love box. She lowered her head to my chest where she began to kiss, lick and bite on my hard nipples. She took one between her teeth letting her tongue brush across the top, sending shivers through my body I let out loud moans of pleasure.

“I want you Paul…I want you to fill me with that beautiful dick tonight, but first you have to be aware of something.”

“You can tell me anything baby.”

“Better I show you.”

“Okay.”

With that said Flame stood at the side of the bed and began to pull off her negligee and sexy undies. Watching her pull her underwear down I gasp. “You got a dick!” I exclaimed.

“Does that make a difference?”

“I mean…Uh… I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything baby, just eat me and fuck me.”

Without another word we both threw ourselves into each other, kissing, sucking, fingering all the sensual foreplay we could deliver. After about 20 lustful moments of foreplay and both of us breathing rapidly Flame begged me to eat her ass. I wasted no time getting into position. My hands spread her voluptuous ass cheeks like a ripe melon. She or he had the prettiest pink anus. Not a blemish or hair in sight. 

I buried my face between the beautiful mounds kissing and licking, letting my tongue begin to explore the perineum. Each time my tongue circled the sensitive area around Erin’s anus she began bucking her ass into my face. My tongue probed. I could hear the moans of pleasure and vocal calls for more. I assumed my method of pleasuring her ass was doing the job, so I continued. 

Occasionally, I would pull my tongue from her pucker area letting it journey up the perineal path towards the scrotum. I stopped to caress that magnificent scrotal sac and full balls inside. Then I moved up to the head of that perfect cock where I began licking the precum oozing from the opening. What a Halloween treat.

“Oh, fuck me baby! Fuck me,” Flame began screaming.