Colton’s Story
It was the first Halloween living in our own house as a married couple, we weren’t gonna make a big deal of it, but with all the kids getting so excited, we kind of got sucked into the excitement. And if I’m being 100% honest, Halloween has always been one of my favorite holidays, and held some of my best childhood memories. Back before my dad made the complete transformation into bigoted, homophobic asshole, and took my mother with him, he was a pretty cool dad, and Halloween was a big deal at our house. When Ella and I were little kids, it was all about, costumes, candy, trick or treating. We’d get dressed up in our homemade costumes and go door to door in the neighborhood until candy was pouring out of our plastic pumpkins and leaving a sweet trail behind us. After it got dark and our pumpkins were out of room, we’d pile into my mom’s old minivan in our costumes and go visit friends and family. It was almost like our parents were showing us off… like they were actually proud of us. Back then I could never have imagined that they would abuse us, reject us, and toss us aside… but life’s funny that way, I guess.
Craig also had some great Halloween memories. He told me about how his parents used to take him out trick or treating too. One Halloween when he was about five years old, he was dressed as The Flash and ran as fast as he could from house to house filling his pillowcase with candy (I could totally picture him doing that). After a few blocks he started to tire out, so his dad put him on his shoulders and ran as fast as he could from house to house to help the tiny Flash collect as much candy as he could. Craig said he giggled the whole time. It was clear that Craig’s dad really did love him, I was happy they had finally reconciled.
We both had great childhood memories of Halloween, so we decided to build on that and start our own Halloween tradition. We threw a party… hopefully it would become an annual thing. We invited everyone we knew and were planning on a full house. We were hoping Ella and Caleb would come home for it, but they found a better party on campus and decided to stay… I couldn’t blame them; they were both loving college. Our house had become home base for both Caleb and Ella, it was like we had two teenagers. At least we’d see them at Thanksgiving.
I spent days prepping and making crazy food for our party; pigs in the blanket that looked like mummies, a huge Frankenstein head made of Guacamole, A skull made of charcuterie with olive eyes, pumpkin shaped empanadas, punch served in a bubbling caldron… all kinds of crazy, cheesy (looking and tasting) shit I found online. I had a lot of fun pulling the menu together. The house smelled awesome, and the buffet table in the dining room looked so fucking cool… I took about a million picture, I was proud of myself. Damn proud.
While I was busy with the food, Craig was spookifying the hell out of the place. We decided to break out the Nightmare Before Christmas lights Seth and Zach gave us a little early and give them a test run. Craig used filters and spotlights we borrowed from friends and neighbors to give the outside of our old house a haunted feel. I gotta admit, the place looked awesome! When you pulled up in our driveway you could hear the caws of distant birds, and the moans, groans and screams of invisible ghosts, goblins, and witches. An old fog machine that Daddy James had stored in his warehouse added a mysterious mist to the eerie ambiance. It was creepy enough to make it fun, but wouldn’t scare the living hell out of the kids.
Halloween was on a Friday; we had both taken the day off to get ready for the big party. We were up before dawn and working our asses off, we got everything done early enough to but don our “Husbands of Frankenstein” costumes a good hour before anyone arrived. We looked damn good if I do say so myself! We wore our wedding tuxes and spent an hour perfecting our green makeup complete with square heads, neck bolts, and scars. We were dressed almost identical with one difference… my hair was piled high with a white stripe down the middle like the bride of Frankenstein.
Che was off work that night, so he and River came by to help us get ready, although there wasn’t a lot left to do. Che was dressed as a cop (yeah, I know. A real stretch for him), but in all fairness, it wasn’t his standard uniform; it was a little skimpier, a lot tighter, and completely unbuttoned to show off is defined chest; he wore it well. River was dressed as an Indian (yeah, I know, another stretch). He had a full Indian headdress, and was showing some skin too with just a little suede pouch covering the important stuff.
“Cop & Indian?” Craig asked, “um… yeah a lotta thought went into those costumes.”
“It’ll make more sense later” River said with a smirk as he helped me make some final touches to the food. Che went outside with Craig to mess with the lights some more. Once things were ready to go, I poured us all drinks and we sat out on the porch and waited for the party to start… it didn’t take long. Just a few minutes after we sat down, a couple cars came up the drive… well more like a few minivans. It was all our friends with kids. They were meeting early at our place to kick off their trick-or-treating adventure, then heading out on the town to find some neighborhoods (we were out in the boonies, there was nowhere to trick-or-treat). After trick or treating the kids were all going to their grandparents to stay for the night so the parents could come back and play.
The kids poured out of the vans and their parents gathered them all together. Every family did a different family costume and this was the first time they were all together and seeing each other. Oh. My. God. I was dying!!! Seth and Zach’s family dressed as the cast of the Wizard of Oz. Izzy was hamming it up as Glinda The Good Witch Of The North, Freddy transformed into the tinman while his parents were the Scarecrow and The Cowardly Lion… they even had the damn dog with them dressed like Toto. But the star of the show was Ali as Dorothy. He skipped up the walk in his ruby slippers and said, “follow da’ yellow road.”
“It’s yellow bwick woad” Izzy said, correcting her little bro as she moved ahead of the group flaunting her beautiful dress and magic wand. Like I said, we were dying. We had goodie bags for all the kids, I started handing them out when the BroMax gang emerged from their minivan dressed as the cast of Toy Story. Again. Dying! Brody led the group as Woody, Max made an amazing Jessie the cowgirl. Then out Bounced Teddy as Buzz Light Year, he saluted our group as his dads pulled out tiny little Mr. and Mrs. Potato Head from car seats in the back of the Pacifica. Next was Gina and her family, Maggie was dressed as Snow White, little DJ was a handsome prince, and Gina and Dylan were Sleepy and Dopey respectively. Lastly Eli and Riley emerged from their minivan dressed as crayons, Eli blue, Riley yellow, and Mercedes was green (get it, yellow and blue made green). All the kids were wide-eyed, smiling, and giggling. They grabbed their goodie bags and gave us “fank you’s” and hugs. Watching all of them brought back the only good memories of my childhood.
We were outside on the porch watching the kids hamming it up for treats, as Izzy and Maggie argued over who was prettier, Snow White or Glinda The Good Witch. They both made some excellent points (like “I pwettio” rebutted with “No. I pwettio.”). Mid-princess showdown, Taylor’s old mustang rumbled up the drive and parked near the porch. Out stepped Noah from the passenger seat dressed as an Army guy, he let Cowboy Maverick out of the backseat. Next, Taylor got out of the driver’s seat. The car door blocked him so I couldn’t see his costume as he let RayRay out of the back. RayRay, dressed as a construction worker, moved to the front of the car, then the driver’s door shut and there was Taylor in all his magnificent glory. Oh. My. Freaking. God! He was dressed as a leather man! His long locks spilled out from under his leather hat, his leather vest hung open showing off his defined chest, and the tight leather pants showcased his infamous bulge. He looked hot as hell (yeah, I’m married but I can look… I mean, why not, my husband sure as hell was). Che and River bounced over the porch rail and joined the other guys in front of Sally the Mustang. The car stereo blasted as the six guys lined up and started dancing in sync to YMCA… they were The Village People and they freaking nailed it! It was hilarious!!!! We were all belly laughing as we cheered them on; by the end of the song, everyone was singing and dancing along with them. They knew how to make an entrance.
The families only stayed for a little while before heading off to their main even, trick or treating… I was proud to be their first stop, there was no way in hell you could be around those kids and not be loving life. Our Party was off to an awesome start, but after the kids left, the mood changed. The booze started flowing, the music got louder, the deck turned into a dancefloor, and the hot tub turned into boy soup as our friends took turns getting naked and jumping in.
As the night went on more and more people showed, all the villagers of course, a bunch of people I knew from school and work at the restaurant (food service people can party), and some other people me and Craig had met since we moved to town. Seth, Zach, Brody, and Max all came back (sans kids) after they dropped the kids off for the night. They only lasted until about 11:00, but the party went on loud and crazy long after they left. Raj had to work a twelve hour shift, so he and Mason showed up pretty late. Their costumes were lame, they wore all black and put on cat ears (yawn), but I was just glad they made the effort to come. The party raged on until almost two o’clock. Most people left, but “the Village People” passed out at our place, we had a couple of spare bedrooms and a couple couches, so there was plenty of room.
When the place was quiet, Craig and I got out of our costumes (although we both still had green makeup hiding in the cracks and crevices), stripped naked, and took our turn in the hot tub. Considering how loud the place was less than an hour before, it was quiet as hell out there. It felt so good just looking up at the millions of stars in the sky as I sat between Craig’s legs. I could feel his warm, soft manhood touching my crack. I was a little drunk, and on a high from the success of our first party. I leaned back against him, and rested my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his legs and arms around me, and just held me in the warm water as the jets bubbled around us. The water was hot and the air was cold as Craig planted a million soft kisses on my neck and shoulders. It was so relaxing, everything felt perfect. Craig was a little drunk too, and moved his hands down under the water until he found my slowly rising magic wand. I just leaned back and enjoyed his slow strokes as I breathed in the fall air. It wasn’t long before Craig was hard and poking at my dark cave from behind. It was a strange feeling, like this combination of blissful peace and raging horniness, we both soaked it up until we couldn’t take the heat of the water any more.
Lifting my wet body from the hot water into the chilly air, I whispered, “Let’s move the party to the bedroom.” I reached out my hand to help Craig out of the tub. We stood on the deck (that had been a dance floor just a couple of hours ago), and shivered as we dried each other off before making our way upstairs (and yes… shrinkage is a real thing). Wearing just our towels, we moved quietly through the house, we past Maverick and RayRay who were passed out in the living room. They were wearing their briefs and holding each other (hmmmm, I thought they were just friends). We moved as quietly as we could up the old creaky steps, then down the hallway past the two bedrooms where our other friends were sleeping, and finally into the master bedroom where we locked the door behind us.
The towels came off, and our hardons popped out like bats flying out of a belfry. I got on my knees and took Craig’s monster into my mouth. My head was a little foggy from the alcohol but the feel of his beast inside my mouth and the salty/sweet taste of his precum seemed to clear the cobwebs out of my head and sober me up. I was there in the moment. I moved my head up and down on him like I was bobbing for apples. Craig stood there looking down on me as I made him groan like a ghost in the attic. He grabbed fistfuls of my hair and used it to force my head down even further until I choked. I grunted and gurgled like Dr. Jekyll turning into Mr. Hyde as I swallowed every inch of him. My nose was buried in his trimmed bush, he smelled like chlorine from the hot tub. Eventually, Craig lifted me up by my hair (god, I loved it when he did that), and threw me onto the bed like I was a bag of bones.
We were face to face, as he lowered his body onto mine, I instinctively wrapped my limbs around him like a black widow trapping her prey. His tongue explored my mouth, and his warm hands explored my goodie bag. He maneuvered his way around until his monster was at the entrance of my cave, then he pushed his way in. He fucked me hard and fast making every thrust count. His strikes became shorter, faster, and harder as he slammed me harder than a giant door on a haunted mansion. “Fuck me” I growled as if possessed by some ancient demon.
Craig kept pounding me until finally, “I’m cumming,” I screamed like a banshee until he gave me a finally slam and shot his first powerful spurt of goo into me. A few encore slams followed as he unloaded his weapon and conquered the demon inside. He collapsed on me for a quick minute before slithering down my body and taking my rock hard, one-eyed serpent down his throat. His warm mouth and strong hands did their voodoo until I shot everything I had down his throat and into his gullet. After he swallowed every drop, he lay next to me and was about to pass out when someone pounded on the wall.
“You guys done now?” Che yelled from the next room.
“It’s past 2:00AM, we need sleep” Taylor’s voice followed as he yelled from down the hall. Our friends had heard it all.
We both chuckled a little, then Craig yelled. “Jealous?!” The guys all had something to say in response, but it basically came out as a collective ‘shut the fuck up and go to sleep.’ So, we did.
We got up the next morning to a trashed house that smelled like stale beer and sweat. All the guys pitched in to help us clean-up, and of course they all gave us shit about our loud sex the night before as they did… but that’s what friends do. Right? While they cleaned, I made breakfast… it was an experience turning Halloween party leftovers into omelet’s, but I did it. And based on the fact that Che licked his plate clean, I’m gonna say I succeeded.
It had been a great night; our first party was a huge success… Craig and I decided to make it an annual thing.
River’s Story
I had never been so hungover in my life! We went to a Halloween party and Craig and Colton’s; Che had the night off so we overdid it a little and ended up spending the night. Colton made us an awesome breakfast… the grease did a good job of ramping down my hangover. The ride was quiet, we were both tired and planned to go back to bed as soon as we got home. Che pulled the Camry into an empty spot behind Harington house, still dressed in our costumes we made our way to the door.
“Who the fuck is that” Che asked as he looked over towards the back door. There was a girl, well, a woman sleeping on the back steps. She was using her backpack like a pillow, her long, straight black hair covered her face as she slept. Che led the way moving cautiously towards the stranger. He put his hand gently on her shoulder and shook he just a little, “hey, hey, wake up” he said quietly. She stirred a little, and slowly opened her eyes. She pulled back a little at first as she examined Che’s face, then she looked over at me and smiled.
“Holy shit! Aponi?! What are you doing here?!” I asked in total disbelief.
“Shadow Wolf dragged my ass back to Iowa and I ran away again” she said as I went in for a humongous hug. I hadn’t seen my sister in over four years.
Che looked on trying to figure out what was happening. “Is this your sister?” He asked putting the pieces together.
“Yeah” I managed to spit out through my sobs and tears. Aponi was really there. I couldn’t believe it. I introduced my partner to my sister for the first time, then we headed up stairs to our apartment. I just couldn’t believe Aponi had found me.
To be continued…
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