I've always loved Halloween—the costumes, decorations, parties, and especially trick-or-treat.
I'm 18 and outgrew trick-or-treat six years ago, but I found a way to keep doing it without being weird. Now, I'm escorting little kids who are too young to go out on their own.
Our neighborhood has lots of young adults, busily making more little kids, so I always have a new herd to escort. I don't go for the candy anymore, although I'll sometimes accept a piece and drop it into one of the kids' bags. It's more fun to be out in the dark in costume, meeting the neighbors and chatting up the teen girls . . . and boys . . . who answer the door. This is a military town with the usual turnover, so there are always new people to meet.
Tonight, my crew of little monsters includes three literal monsters: a dragon, a zombie, and a vampire (the Olsen kids), an angel (Debbie Sterkle, our next-door neighbor, who really does look like an angel, but after babysitting her, I know she isn't), and Leslie and Billy, my niece and nephew, dressed as forest elves.
I'm a much bigger forest elf, wearing a deep forest green tunic, bark-brown tights, soft leather boots, a twilight gray cloak, and a leaf-shaped brooch, with a short sword hanging from my belt.
Our costumes look great, and they should. Mom designs the costumes for our community theatre, and she's outdone herself tonight. Leslie and Billy are cute as hell, and my clothes show off my athletic build.
As we're approaching the end of the block, I pull my phone out of the pouch fastened to my belt. It's 8:00 p.m. Time to get the kids home.
The final house's porch light is off, but the concrete stoop is illuminated by a flickering jack-o-lantern and a life-sized skeleton lit by an eerie red glow.
The kids run up the walk, laughing and giggling. Billy reaches the door first and stands on tiptoe to ring the bell.
The door opens and my jaw drops. It's Tarzan, a tall handsome man with the muscular arms, legs, and chest of a serious bodybuilder. He's about 10 years older than me, with long blond hair and a black stubble beard. His super-tight leopard skin loincloth shows off an impressive bulge. The sight gives me an instant hard-on.
I realized I was bisexual in my early teens, long before I learned the term. I haven't slept with a girl . . . yet . . . but I've been to bed with a few boys.
He looks from kid to kid. They stare back in awe. "Me Tarzan. Who you?" He has a rich baritone voice that matches his overwhelming physical presence.
"Hi. I'm Billy," my nephew bravely announces. "Uh . . . trick or treat?"
That seems to break the spell. The rest of the kids echo "trick or treat" in a ragged chorus.
He smiles mischievously. "Tarzan doesn't know. What tricks you do?" The kids stare at him blankly.
He laughs and drops candy into their bags. Then he looks me over, taking in my athletic build and obvious boner. "Who you?"
"Jeff." I can't stop staring at him. If he crooks a finger, he can have me right here and now. "Their guardian elf."
He beams at me. "You do job well. Tarzan can tell." He points to Leslie and Billy in their elf costumes. "These yours?"
"My sister's." I remember my responsibilities. "And I have to get this little crew home."
"You come back later." It's a command, not a question.
"Oh yeah."
"Tarzan like that." He stands in the door, watching as I take my charges down the walk. I can feel his eyes on my ass as I follow them.
I drop the kids off and drink some hard cider with my sister and brother-in-law, then go back to Tarzan's house. The porch and living room lights are off, but the night air crackles with raw sexuality. My erection is back, harder than ever and straining against my tights.
The door opens as soon as I ring the bell. There he is in his full almost-naked male glory, grinning broadly and pulling me into the house. He closes the door and points to the growing wet spot in my bulging tights. "Me Tarzan," he growls. "You fucking hot!"
"Fucking horny, too." I move into his arms and we kiss. It's a fierce all-male kiss with dueling tongues. Like me, none of the boys I've slept with have beards and his stubble is a super turn-on. He grips my buttocks and pulls me closer, grinding his stiff dick into my crotch.
I'm close to coming when he pulls away. "Fuck me now," I gasp. I'm usually a top, but I need his cock up my ass. Badly.
"This way." He takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. All I really notice is the large bed, illuminated by the light from the nightstand.
He unfastens his loincloth and lets it fall to the floor. His rock-hard cock is the longest and thickest I've ever seen. The precum leaking from its tip glistens in the soft light.
I kick off my boots, remove my cloak and tunic, unfasten my belt and let it drop to the floor, then guide his hands to the waistband of my tights. He pulls them down and my stiff dick snaps up like a switchblade.
He picks me up and lays me on the bed, then pulls off my tights and tosses them away. I fold my knees against my chest, presenting my eager asshole to him. With a sexy grin, he looks over my body, from my crotch to my face, and back to my butt. "Tarzan like."
He bends forward and kisses me again, then straightens up. I brace myself for his cock. From my other times as a bottom, I know it will hurt—a little—at first, but then feel great.
I'm surprised when he grips the insides of my thighs, swings my legs up until my feet are over my shoulders, and then lowers his face between my buttocks. Lightning shoots from my anus to my rock-hard cock as his hot breath caresses my asshole.
My cock throbs as he kisses, licks, and nibbles around my anus, gradually moving in. I moan and push my butt back into his face.
"You like?" Without waiting for an answer, he licks up and down my ass crack, gradually approaching my rosebud.
"Uh huh!" I've never imagined anyone doing this to me. It's always seemed so gross. But my cock is so fucking hard . . . And it gets even harder when he reaches my anus.
I moan and squirm as his flat tongue strokes my asshole. It's hot, wet, and insistent, sending firebolts of sexual energy through my body.
He points his tongue and presses it into my anus, gradually teasing it open. I grind my butt into his face as he pushes his tongue in deeper, fucking my ass like a wide, flat, super-flexible cock. "Jeff like!" I growl as the cum builds in my tight nuts.
"Tarzan like, too." He kisses my asshole tenderly, then stands up. "Now Tarzan fuck Jeff's ass."
"Oh yeah!" His stiff dick is huge. I've seen bigger . . . in porn videos . . . but never in real life. The few guys who have buttfucked me have had regular-sized cocks. It's terrifying. And incredibly exciting. "Please."
He takes a little squeeze bottle of lube out of the nightstand drawer and kneels behind me. My stiff cock jerks when he touches my butthole. The big blob of lubricant on his fingertip feels cold, but warms up as he rubs his finger over my anus.
He puts more lube on his finger and presses its tip into the center of my asshole. My body stiffens as his finger slides all the way up my butt. I moan and push back as he aggressively fingers my hole. I'm still scared, but I can't wait any longer. I gasp, "Tarzan fuck Jeff. Now!"
He grins and pulls his fingers out of my butt, then smears lube on his oversized pole and presses its head into my asshole.
I stroke my cock, running a slow fist up and down its shaft and rubbing my index finger over its head, smearing the precum leaking from its tip while he pushes in slowly and carefully, gradually stretching my anal ring. When I tense up, he stops and draws back slightly, letting me relax before going deeper.
It still hurts, but I can't wait any longer. Without giving myself time to think, I thrust my buttocks backward, driving the King of the Jungle's rod into my overstretched hole.
A mixture of pleasure and pain surges through my body as his broad cock-head penetrates my anal ring and slides smoothly into my depths. My cock throbs, but I don't come. "Oh fuck!" I groan. I'm dizzy and hot.
"Tarzan make Jeff my Jungle Boy." He holds still, with his long thick shaft buried deep in my ass.
"Oh yeah." I tighten my anal muscles, clamping his gigantic rod even more tightly. "Tarzan fuck Jungle Boy now."
"That's right," he agrees, slowly drawing back and stopping with his cock-head just inside my ass mouth. "Tarzan fuck Jungle Boy's hot little ass now." He pushes his swollen pole back into my depths, then pulls out again, stopping with his knob barely kissing my hot little starfish.
The pain is gone, leaving only the pleasure radiating through my body as he shallow-fucks me, pushing his flaring cock-head through my tight anal ring, stopping just inside me, and pulling out again. Over and over as I stroke my throbbing cock, keeping myself on the ragged edge of orgasm.
"Tarzan really fuck Jungle Boy's ass now." He grabs my ankles and pushes them up over my shoulders, spreading my legs in a wide Vee and pushing his hard cock even deeper into my asshole.
Waves of pleasure rush through my body as he fucks me roughly, pulling completely out and then thrusting his stiff spear home, bouncing his bulging balls against my buttocks.
My hand is flying over my straining pole and I'm almost at the edge. "Come in me!" I gasp. "I need to feel—"
He screams, "Aah-eeh-ah-eeh-aaaaaah-eeh-ah-eeh-aaaaah!" and rams me relentlessly, squirting another jet of hot juice against my anal walls with each rough thrust. The cum fountaining from my throbbing cock splashes my chest and belly.
Eventually, we collapse in each other's arms. His dick is still deep inside my ass, still rock hard, and the weight of his body pins me reassuringly to the bed. "Jeff good fuck." He kisses me tenderly. I kiss him back.
We kiss for a long time, with rapidly increasing passion. I'm ready for him to fuck me again, but he surprises me by pulling out, taking my hand and leading me into the bathroom, then bending over the counter and waving his butt at me. He grins at me in the mirror. "Jeff fuck Tarzan now."
I move behind him and admire the little circle of puckered flesh nestled between his sculpted buns. It's the prettiest rosebud I've ever seen. I want to kiss it, but I can tell he doesn't want foreplay. Just raw hot jungle sex.
And I'm going to give it to him. I lubricate my stiff cock, aim it like a spear, and thrust home, driving through his asshole into his depths and slamming my pelvis into his buttocks.
"Jeff's cock feel good," he says. "Now, fuck me. Rough."
This is a fantasy. A wet dream from my early horny teen years, except hotter. "Oh yeah," I growl. "I'm gonna pound the hell outta your ass."
I grip his hips to hold him in place and thrust into him hard and fast, pulling almost out and then ramming him, hard enough to shake his body, while he rocks his butt back to take me even deeper.
It's so hot watching my driving rod slide in and out of his muscular ass. The view in the mirror is just as sexy. His arms, legs, chest, flowing blond hair, black stubble beard, hard cock . . .
"Jeff fuck good!" He jacks his stiff pole while I pound his butt. "Tarzan come soon."
"Me too." The tension in my tight balls reaches the boiling point. I hammer his asshole, pulling almost out and then slamming home, shooting deep inside him. Long streamers of cum burst from his hard cock, splashing against the mirror.
We come and come, as if we hadn't shot a few minutes ago, but finally finish. I pull my cock out of his hard-fucked butt, turn him around, and kiss him fiercely. He kisses me back, just as enthusiastically.
I glance through the bedroom door and see the clock on the nightstand. It's 11:15 p.m. Mom and Dad will be wondering where I am.
I take a hasty shower, alone. Showering with him would keep me there all night. Then I put on my elf costume and kiss him goodbye. "Come back any time," he tells me.
Next day is Saturday. I sleep late, then do my chores and head over to his house.
If this were a ghost story, the house would be old and abandoned, with a loincloth draped over a weathered tombstone in the overgrown back yard.
But this isn't a ghost story. The house looks exactly the same as it did last night, except the porch decorations are gone. Tarzan isn't there. Instead, there's a young man in jeans and a light jacket, raking leaves in the front yard.
He still has the black stubble beard, but his long flowing blond hair is gone. Now he has short black hair and is sexier than ever. He sees me and grins. "Hi Jeff. Welcome back to the jungle."
