Trick or Treat But Mostly Trick

[Ranger Rick]

It was near midnight on Hallowe'en when the knock came to my door. I had just finished watching a bad horror movie... since I had nothing better to do. I had checked in on A4A and BBRT but nobody was looking, so I was just about to look up some bareback porn and jack myself off to sleep. I wondered who would be out this late. The last of the trick or treaters had knocked on my door hours ago. So, I checked the door.

On my front porch stood a totes adorable young man, dark-haired, about 5-7, slender, but not thin, with a spray of freckles across his pale white nose. I opened the door. "Can I help you with something?"

He fidgeted nervously, "Hi, Mr. Thompson, it's me... Nathan... from up the street. Remember me?"

"Kinda," It was true, though, I hadn't seen Nathan in a couple of years. I'd lived in the neighborhood since he was about ten. I remembered giving him candy on several Halloweens. He'd dressed as Batman one year, I remembered that, a zombie another year, and I think he might have been been a pirate once. But that's when he was a kid, a cute little boy who had happened to grow up into the fine-looking young man who stood on my porch. I hadn't seen him in a while and had presumed him to be in college.

"It's a little late for trick or treat," I said. "But I still have some candy left if you want some."

"Can I come in," he said, rather quickly.

He was fidgeting, but it wasn't that cold out. Nathan was a cute little fucker, so of course I brought him in. "Can I get you a beer or anything?" I asked when I got him into the living room.

"No... I mean.. yeah, I guess," he said. He was practically shaking with nervousness, the phone in his hand was twitching. I closed the front door behind him.

"So, what's up?" I asked, when I came back from the kitchen and handed him the beer.

"I know about you," he said. "And the truth is..." Pause. "The truth is that." Another pause. "You see, what I mean to say is..." He took a deep breath. "I want you to fuck me."

"And what makes you think you're my type?" I asked him.

He blushed. "Well... I don't know, I just thought..."

He stuttered a story about seeing my profile on A4A and seeing I was only 2057 feet from his house and said he had jacked off before while thinking about me but never had the guts to. I got the impression he was a little drunk.

"... anyway... I thought... what the fuck... I want you inside me..."

"I get it," I said putting my arm around his shoulder. "You're horny." I put my other hand on the front of his jeans. Yeah, there was a bulge there. Kid was horny all right. I don't usually chase after guys half my age, but here was a sweet piece of ass begging to be fucked. I would take it.

I pulled his mouth over to mine and kissed him. His lips were full and soft and warm. As my tongue entered his mouth, there was a distinct taste of Mike's Hard Lemonade and cranberry juice. Yeah, he had been drinking... a pretty faggoty cocktail, but I didn't care. His mouth tasted good and felt good.

I slid my hand up under his jacket and shirt. His torso was smooth, except for a thin treasure trail my fingers brushed over lightly on the way to his nipples. He moaned as I touched the hard tip of his right nipple. His skin was soft, his muscles weren't well-developed, but they were firm to the touch.

I slid my hand down the front and slid my fingers on the top of his jeans, just enough to feel his curly pubes and touch the hard root of his cock. I drew my hand out and squeezed his balls from the outside, just hard enough to hurt a little. He squirmed and kissed me harder.

After a few minutes more of groping and necking, I helped him out of his tight black jacket. Underneath, he wore just a white T-shirt and jeans, and flip-flops over navy socks. As I undid the front of his jeans, his stiff cock flopped out, surprisingly large and thick. He had worn no underwear. The boy had come to fuck, no doubt about that.

I excused myself and went to the kitchen, pausing by the front closet on the way to pull out a black bag. I returned a couple of minutes later. "Here," I said, handing him another bottle.

"I'm not done with my beer," he said.

"Drink this instead. This one is hard cider laced with a drug called G. It will make you feel amazing in about twenty minutes."

"I don't need it..."

"Drink the damn cider," I ordered. "You came here to get fucked, you'll get fucked on my terms. Do you feel me?"

And, with only a little reluctance, he swallowed. I stroked his hair, soft and thick, "good boy."

I stripped off my shirt, showing off the pecs and biceps I work so hard to maintain. He stared at me with craven lust. I pushed him down on my sofa, climbed on top of him, and pressed my mouth against his. We made out for a strong twenty minutes until the G started taking hold, which I sensed because his tonguing became more deep and urgent, he began grinding his hips agains me, and he began to moan. I stroked his tender nipple buds, which put him in ecstasy.

I pulled away from him. "Wanna see it?" I whispered huskily.

"Yeah," he whispered back.

I lowered my sweat pants to reveal my thick, eight incher with the gleaming PA at the

tip. "Holy fuck," said the boy.

"You like that?"

"Oh... fuck..."

I waggled it a bit in his direction. "Does it scare you?"

"A little," he confessed. His own dick was pointing up rock hard though.

"Come on and touch it," I told him. I pulled him close and let him put his hands on it. I kissed the side of his head and whispered. "I'm gonna fuck you with that."

He moaned wordlessly in response.

I stood up. "Come on," I said, taking his hand. "We're going downstairs."

"Is that where your bedroom is?"

"Sort of," I answered. Like most of the houses in the neighborhood, mine was an old split-level. There was a bedroom at the end of the lower level I kept padlocked. He seemed a little nervous as I opened the lock, but when I opened the door, and turned on the single bare bukb that illuminated it his eyes grew super-wide.

"What is that?" he gasped.

"It's a sex sling," I told him. "Wanna try it."

"What do I do?"

"Get in."

He had some trouble arranging himself on the sling, probably a result of the unfamiliarity and the G, but eventually I had him laid out in the stirrups with his smooth pink asshole exposed and ready.

I took out a large bottle of lube and worked it into his asshole with my fingers while he moaned, "Fuck, oh yeah, fuck." Filthy words spewing from his innocent mouth.

His asshole was warm and tight around my fingers. I was going to ask him if he ha every been fucked, then remembered I didn't care. And whether he was drunk or just too horny, he never asked about condoms or my HIV status, and if he wasn't asking, I wasn't telling.

When I felt like I had opened him up enough, I picked up up a rag and poured half a small bottle of poppers into it. I put it over his mouth. "Breathe deeply," I instructed him.

As he took his breaths, I slid into his hole, guiding my hard meat into his tight fuckhole with my hand. He winced at first as I forced the head through his tight sphincter. He bit down hard on his lip and for a split second, I thought he was going to beg me to pull out, so I let him get used to it and let the poppers work their magic. When his face relaxed, I eased the rest of my cock deep inside him.

"Oh, fuck... yeah, that feels amazing he cried out."

"Feels good," I affirmed, and it did. My shaft was buried in his warm, tight fuck tunnel. I pulled back, and gave him a tentative thrust.

"Oh yeah," He whispered. "Fuck me. Fuck me so hard."

I thrust into him again, a little harder, feeling him wrapped good and warm around my dick. He seemed to take it well, so I throust again, working up to my usual rhythm.

"Oh man, fuck..." he moaned. He was just laying back on the on the sling letting me do all the work. Good. It gave me total control.

I worked his ass for a good eight or ten minutes before I felt the rise of semen in my balls I slowed down to try and make it last, but he begged me, "Don't... stop. Don't stop man, blow your load in me."

I kept my pace slowed, but pressed deeper into him. I could feel his own body tensing up as I fucked him.

Then, my cock took over, because orgasm had become inevitable, with a few final hard thrusts I finished up inside him. My load exploded, filling and coating his warm guts.

I continued to thrust after my orgasm to make sure my load was ground good and hard into the walls of his intestines.

"Good boy," I whispered finally, and then I pulled out.

"Can we go again," he asked.

"I'll need a few minutes," I told him as I pulled out. Maybe more. I was fully spent after emptying my load into his hot guts.

"I really want it again," he begged.

I had an idea. "Wait here."

He put his hands behind his head like he was laying in a hammock. "I'm not going anywhere."

I ran upstairs quickly and grabbed one of the king size Butterfinger bars from the candy stash. I only bought a few of these each year, to give out to kids with really good costumes. It was over a foot long and very thick.

When I got downstairs with the candy in my hand, he chuckled when he realized what I was going to do. I tore the wrapper from the Butterfinger bar and jammed the candy into his hole, driving my sperm deeper even into him. There was no way it couldn't have hurt, the beating it was giving to his sugar walls. And at first, he did seem to be hurting. His teeth gritted and his closed, but after a time, he relaxed and moaned with pleasure. "Oh. Gawd. Sweet. Fuck."

I drove the candy bar in and out of his hole, seeing tiny streaks of blood and chocolate each time I pulled it out. I raped him with that candy bar. I candy fucked him for less then a minute, pushing it in deeper and deeper until I had barely enough to hold onto and the chocolate bar had become melted, then I put it to the side.

I lubed him up again and pushed my fingers inside to work his prostate, which put him right back into ecstasy. "Oh fuck... fuck..." he moaned as I finger banged his tight prostate muscle. Within seconds, he was losing control, his body sqirming and spasming. My hand working his bowels sent him right over the edge. A shot of cum spurted out of his dick, followed by a prolonged oozing of more young white cum. His whole body shuddered as he released.

When he had caught his breath he opened his eyes. "Fuck me again?" he asked.

I looked down. My dick was hardening again and ready for action. "Sure," I said, pushing his legs apart and lining up with his messy hole. I rubbed some of his cum into it, and shoved my cock in again.

[bugchaser93]

Please continue

[Guest JizzDumpWI]

Agree... This has the potential to proceed to an epic rivaling brarbandits Pozdaddy series.

[bjbottom]

Loved this story, wished it would have continued.