Originally published in Mandate magazine - December, 1997

A Trick can be a Treat.

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"Halloween night is the horniest night of the year."

That's the refrain I kept hearing last night as I threaded my way through the noisy, happy revelers in the courtyard outside Western Center Mall in Seattle. The crowd jostled about in a wild assortment of costumes. A fair number of guys showed more skin than garb, even though the breeze from Puget Sound added goose-bumps to their nipples.

The refrain started slowly, early in the evening; but as the time approached to head to the bars and dance floors, it got faster and stronger. Knocks against shoulders became more frequent, usually accompanied by a quick grab of the crotch. Often a hand stayed until it had full command of a hard cock. I had not joined the party to get groped. Alan, my fuck-buddy, had dropped by my place earlier and had given my ass a good pummeling. I've known Alan for three years. Actually, we don't have a lot in common. But that doesn't matter, since we both like to fuck. We are both damn good at it. One week, I'm the bottom man, the next week he is. Late this afternoon, I shot a large wad on the pillow under me as Alan unloaded enough cream up my butt to lubricate me for the next three thousand miles.

I had walked to the mall simply to be a bystander in the fun. I'd dressed up for the occasion only by wearing a scarlet eye mask. Except for the mask, I wore what I usually do on a late October evening — a pullover, denim shorts, heavy socks and sandals. With Alan's juice still warming my ass, I was happy. I had no plans, no expectations. I had no need for action... or so I thought. But what a night — and morning — it turned out to be.

For about an hour after I arrived at the party, I enjoyed just mingling with the crowd. I nodded at masks whose wearers I found attractive. I played judge for the best costumes. Witches, vampires, pirates and spacemen were at the bottom of my list. I was relieved that there were enough guys more or less dressed as I was so that I wasn't a freak among those in costume. After an hour, I needed a break. I bought a coffee and moved away from the crowd. I stood up at the end of the curbing surrounding the fountain in the plaza across from the mall tower.

The coffee warmed me. As I was draining the cup, I heard a bagpipe several blocks away and looked up to see two clowns walking briskly toward me. They wore identical costumes, except one had a red ball on his nose, the other a yellow ball. When they reached where I was standing, they sat down on the curbing on each side of me.

I looked down at them and said, "Hello, guys." Each nodded but said nothing. I made several other attempts at conversation but was greeted only by shoulder shrugs. "I don't want to bore you with conversation," I finally said in a slightly sarcastic tone.

I expected another shrug, but instead I felt a hand on my bare leg. Then, fingers gently massaged the calf of my leg and played with the clusters of thick hair. What the red-nosed clown was doing felt damn good. But it got much better as his hand moved up into my boxer shorts and rubbed my thighs. My cock began to stiffen. The clown moved his hand back to the buried shaft between my balls and my asshole. As he gave it a good rubbing, my cock really came alive. Finally, the clown's hand was all over my cock and balls. He slowly moved my foreskin back and forth down my hard shaft and then well back over my cock-head.

At the same time that the one guy played with my cock, his twin sped his hand up my boxers to land on my butt. I've got firm, round buns, and the twin knew how to massage them. His hand motioned for me to spread my legs. When I did, his finger crept down the soft flesh of the canyon and began to stroke my ass-lips. Gradually, his finger worked its way up my hole, which was still wet with the lubricant Alan had used earlier. I got a good finger-fucking. The heat from the double action brought me close to shooting. "Look, you guys, I really like what's happening. But I'm about to lose it," I said.

Just as quickly as the twin clowns had started the action, they pulled their hands out of my shorts. They stood up before me and bowed. As they started to walk away, they pointed to a smiling man coming towards me. Actually, his smile was more an amused grin. The new visitor wore a black eye mask. His costume was that of the bagpiper on the label of a Scotch whiskey bottle. No doubt it was his playing I'd heard earlier. When he reached the curbing where I was standing the Highlander stood at attention, bowed, and then asked, "Why don't you have a look, then?"

I burst out laughing. I had drunk only a coffee so I knew I was still in my senses. But what a switch! Just minutes before the twin clowns had said nothing. Now the Highlander wasn't mincing words. I met his eyes in the mask with mine and said, "Stand up here where I can get at you better." The Highlander hopped up beside me. I brushed his lips with mine and then sat down.

My hands started to work. Although I did a bit of leg and thigh rubbing, I got quickly under his kilt. He wasn't wearing anything under his skirt. What my hand landed on was the biggest, uncut cock I've come across. His cock was long and thick, surrounded by a forest of curly hair. Hanging in a big, loose bag, his nuts were tremendous. As my hand cock-ringed his equipment, his prick extended full length.

"Damn, you're hung," I muttered.

"If you like it, let's haul ass up to Freeway Park where you can get your mouth around it," the bagpiper replied quietly.

I wanted to blow him, but I admit I was hesitant about Freeway Park. Those three acres on top of a section of Interstate 5 are fine during the day. At night, it's a place to avoid. The Highlander read my mind. "It's not my place either," he said, "but on Halloween night we won't be alone." He lifted his kilt. His swollen tool invited me to action.

"Let's go," I said.

At Freeway Park, we joined a lot of horny Halloweeners, locating a vacant spot behind several large rhododendrons. We embraced and kissed. Then the bagpiper commanded, "Go at it, man." I dropped to my knees, raising his kilt with my head. I went down on his cock. I've always been able to handle all sizes of cocks, but the Highlander's was a bit of a new experience. I had to stretch my mouth to accommodate the thickness of his shaft. It took some doing, but I made it. Then, I had to get all his length down my throat without gagging. Finally, everything clicked — I set to work.

I loved blowing the guy. I did a good job, too — he panted and moaned with joy. His only other response was to keep ramming his tool down my throat. I kept at it so long my jaw began to ache.

Suddenly, I jumped in surprise. The Highlander was playing his bagpipes. Now that really was a new experience! Guys have done a hell of a lot of things while I sucked them, but no one had ever played the bagpipes before. It was great!

My jaws revived, and I went at it harder than before. Then without any warning, he filled my mouth with half a dozen large shots of creamy juice. It was sweet stuff, and I savored it before swallowing.

After he delivered his last load, the Highlander pulled away from me, smoothed his kilt, and hurried out of the bushes. By the time I got up and started after him, he was gone. For the second time in less than an hour, I was left wetting my underwear with pre-cum.

"Damn!" I exclaimed loudly. I reached down and grabbed my hard cock. I gave it a squeeze and said, "Let's find some action." I hurried out of the bushes and in five minutes I was back at the mall.

The crowd had thinned considerably. Neither the bagpiper nor the twin clowns were there. The remaining revelers were bunched in small groups, talking or listening to music. I didn't recognize anyone. I was about to leave when a newcomer to the scene caught my attention.

The new guy was about my age, early thirties. He was handsome, and he was well-built. But what most attracted me was how he was dressed. He wore a dark business suit, white shirt and tie. He stood out. However if the guy realized how out-of-place he was, he didn't show it. On an impulse, I decided to find out if he was for real, or if his business suit was his dumb idea of a Halloween costume. I walked across the street to where he was standing. As I approached him, he turned toward me, nodded slightly, and smiled. I returned the nod and the smile. When I was face-to-face with him, I saw how really good-looking he was. I hoped I'd found my action.

"Hello," I said.

"Hi," he responded. "Happy Halloween."

"Same to you. Tell me something, is that suit your idea of a funny costume, or are you slumming?" I asked.

The guy bristled. He looked at me hard and finally said sharply, "Neither. It isn't a costume, and I'm damn well not slumming." He started to walk away from me, but I caught his arm and he stopped.

"Sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to be rude. It's been an unusual night, and I'm not quite myself. My name's Dave." I extended my hand.

The guy hesitated, then smiled and shook my hand. "I'm Gary. It's been a long evening for me, too. But it turned out just great."

Gary told me that he was dressed up for a dinner party he'd been attending. For two days, he had been interviewed at Andersson and Associates. The dinner party had celebrated his joining the firm as a Junior Partner. I was impressed. Gary had to be five-star to be accepted into the leading architectural firm in the Pacific Northwest.

As he talked, my eyes undressed Gary. I knew he had to have a great body. My cock stiffened. It must have shown for Gary smiled and said, "Looks like that hard thing in your pants needs attention."

I took off my eye mask. We studied each other intently. Then we met in a bear hug. "Why don't you come on back to the hotel," Gary said, "and join me in a celebration brandy?"

"Gladly," I replied, repeating what I'd said to the bagpiper, but knowing that this time the action wasn't going to be just one-way.

Gary's hotel was only three blocks up Fourth Avenue, but in those three blocks, I learned more about him than I had about Alan in three years. What I didn't learn, and what I badly wanted to know, was how good Gary was in bed. I soon found out.

The minute Gary clicked the lock on the door of his hotel room, we were all over each other. His body pressed hard against mine. My hand went up under his suit coat to feel the firm muscles of his back and shoulders. His hand shot up under my T-shirt and pullover to rub my pecs and pinch my nipples. Our lips met in a passionate kiss. We played around like that for a good ten minutes. Finally, Gary pulled away. He shed his suit coat and got rid of his tie. As he started to undress, I stopped him.

"Let me do that," I said. I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled his shirt tails and A-shirt out of his pants. I moved behind him and got his torso bare. To match his naked skin, I yanked my pullover and T-shirt over my head. Nestling up close behind Gary, I reached around and hugged him, bare skin against bare skin. I rubbed his nipples until they were marble hard. He had tremendous pecs, covered lightly with curls. My hips rammed my hard cock against his butt. My hands lowered to his crotch. Gary's hands covered mine, and our hands toured the bundle in his crotch. During all this foreplay, I kept kissing and chewing on his neck and ears. With my tongue wiggling deep in his left ear, Gary cried, "Whoa!" He spun around to face me. We clinched in an embrace, our hands massaging naked flesh. We kissed for a long time. Finally, I dropped down before him.

I got Gary out of his shoes and socks. Then, my hand reached up to his hot spot. Beneath his pants I knew Gary had a boner. I unzipped his fly and lowered his pants. Gary stepped out of them. Pre-cum had made a large wet spot in his dark blue briefs. I rubbed his hard bulge. Then I yanked his briefs down to the floor. Gary kicked them away.

Stark naked, Gary was something to look at. Exercise had put muscles where they belonged. From the curls of his pecs, a line of dark hair ran down his belly until it joined the mass of curls around his cock. His skin was tanned, showing off the deep brown of his body hair. Gary's cock wasn't a match to mine, but he was well-hung. He was cut. The purplish-red cockhead was large. The shaft beneath the crown got thicker the closer it got to being buried in his cock-hair. Hard, his cock shot out at an angle.

I didn't waste time. My mouth circled his cockhead. My lips and tongue played all over it. My tongue pushed into the cum-slit. My lips gave the pronounced ridge a good workout. Then, I dove down the shaft. I found I could easily take all of his cock, and his cock hairs were soon tickling my mouth. I must have sucked him for a good five minutes before he pushed my mouth away.

"No fair. I'm not in on the action. And you're not even bare-assed. I need to take care of that," Gary said.

He lifted me up and we kissed. Then, he dropped down before me. Like the twin clowns earlier, he rubbed my legs and thighs before his hand went up under my boxer shorts. Once up there, he played with my balls and then my tool.

"Yeah, you're a natural guy," Gary exclaimed as he discovered my foreskin. "I like guys like you." His hand pumped my foreskin for a long time. He especially liked playing with the large tip. Shortly, Gary unzipped me. With a quick yank, he had my shorts and underwear at my feet. I stepped out of them, and Gary helped me get rid of my socks and sandals.

Gary stood up and stepped back to take me in. I thrust my hips out. My hard prick wiggled at him. "You're really hung," he exclaimed. "And I want on top of you." He lunged at me and pushed me back on the bed. Quickly, he pounced on top of me. Hard cock met hard cock. In a long kiss, Gary seemed to have his tongue halfway down my throat. I lost track of time as we tangled in every possible position. Gary thoroughly explored my body. I've never had my armpits sucked the way he did it, and when his tongue parted the lips of my ass-crack and penetrated deep inside, my moans must have shocked the people in the next room. Later, I returned the favor of a rim-job, but I don't think I got my tongue up as far he had. Again and again, he used his hands and mouth to bring me close to orgasm, and then, used them to make me relax a bit and hold off shooting. The odd thing, though, was that he never touched my cock and balls. But he was everywhere else, and I was in paradise.

At last, he did land on my hard rod. He massaged my inner thigh at my balls. He sucked my balls and licked my firm, hard shaft. Then, he went down on my cock. He gave me the head job I like to give other uncut guys. For a while, Gary peeled my foreskin back and concentrated on my cock-head. His tongue and the ridge of my crown made a good match. Then, he used his lips to move my foreskin back and forth over my cockhead. As he sucked me, my hands massaged his neck and shoulders.

Then, I got double action. As he continued to blow me, Gary started rubbing my asscrack. With every stroke, my hole opened wider. It begged penetration. One finger went up, then two. My ass asked for more. His fingers dug deeper. The combination of blow-job and finger-fucking was too much. I was ready to cum, but I didn't want to shoot so soon. I pushed Gary away and pulled him down on top of me for a long kiss.

"I want to suck you," I said. I flipped around to land my cock at his mouth. His tool was ready for my taking. We went at it. I played with his balls as my lips traveled rapidly over his crown and pole. Gary fingered my asshole as he sucked. The longer we sucked, the hotter we got. I could tell from his panting that Gary was close to unloading. Since I wanted more action before we shot, I pulled off him. He did the same.

As we took a breather, our fingers rubbed the underside of each other's cock, especially hitting that thin triangular membrane that starts at the cum-slit and runs a ways down the underside of the pole. The more we fooled around, the more we knew we were ready for another piece of action.

"I don't know if my ass can take all your inches, Dave, but I sure as hell want to try," Gary said as he moved my finger off his cock and sent it back to his asshole.

"I've never been refused entrance," I replied. "Just let me do a bit of prelim. Got any lube?"

Gary brought me a tube, and I moved down to his crotch and spread his legs. The dark wrinkles of his asscrack were circled with a ring of dark fuzz. I smeared a big dab of grease on his crack. Then, I started rubbing with my finger. With each stroke, I pressed harder against his hole. Soon, his hole responded by opening really wide, and I worked my finger up his butt. Gary sighed happily. I fingerfucked him, first with one finger, then with two. It wasn't long before I was giving his prostate a good going-over. Gary groaned with delight with every hit I made.

I figured it would be easier for Gary to take my long cock if he were draped over the edge of the bed. I pulled him into position and stood up behind him. I spread his legs and gave his asshole a quick kiss. I put my cockhead at his hole and pushed it in. "No," I heard Gary gasp. I reached down and massaged his back and shoulders. "Okay," Gary said after several minutes. I dove in all the way. Again, Gary gasped, and his ass-ring locked around my cock. Again, his back and shoulders got a rubdown. Gradually, I felt him relax. He backed his butt up against me. I took that as a signal that he was finally ready.

I started pumping. I loved seeing my cock go in and out of his hole. At times, I would pull almost out, leaving only my cockhead inside him. Then, I would tunnel back in as fast as I could. I knew from his heavy breathing that Gary was enjoying the fucking as much as I was. It didn't take long for me to get too hot, but I wanted Gary in another position when I came. I pulled out. I told him to move on the bed and turn over. He did, and the wet, hairy ring of his manhole begged for more.

I squatted at his crotch and draped his legs over my shoulders. Again, I greased his hole and my cock. As I nudged his asshole with my cock, I played with his balls. "Let's see if we can shoot at the same time," I said. Gary nodded in agreement.

This time, I slid in easily. One plunge and my cock was as far up Gary's ass as it could go. "Oh, man," he sighed in delight. I knew we were together. With long, slow strokes, I started pumping. Our hips moved in a harmonious rhythm. The faster Gary moved his body, the faster I pumped. "Great, give me all you got," Gary moaned. My cock dug deep, ramming his prostate repeatedly. As I fucked him, I massaged his pecs and belly. When my hand reached his cock, I started jacking him. "I'll shoot if you do too much of that," Gary warned me. I let go of his cock and concentrated on working his butt. We fucked for a damn long time.

I was close to cumming, but before I unloaded I wanted to try something. With a little maneuvering, I got down on Gary's cock. Getting there always takes a bit of tricky twisting on my part, but I can manage to suck a guy's cock while I'm fucking him. I can't do it for very long, but I love it while I can. I heard Gary gasp in surprise when my mouth took on his cock. But soon, he was panting heavily from the twin bill. Finally, I had to pull off his cock or get cramps in my back. I put all my energy back into fucking.

In a few minutes though, I knew I could not hold back any longer. "I'm gonna cum!" I cried.

"Me, too!" Gary yelled.

Our explosions were simultaneous. My juice filled his ass. His juice spread over my belly. I don't know who fired the last shot, but my cock was swimming in its own juice in Gary's butt and his cock was doing the same around my belly button.

Exhausted, we stayed locked together for a few minutes before I pulled out. I tumbled down beside Gary and we cuddled in a comfortable embrace. We kissed lightly and let out sighs of contentment. We lay there naked — cocks limp — and continued the conversation begun on the walk to the hotel. We had the celebration brandy. About three a.m., we started another erection. However, he laughed and said, "Let's wait until next time. It's been a long day."

Ten minutes later I was back in my clothes. I gave Gary my address and phone number, and he promised to call as soon as he moved up from Oregon. We kissed and hugged in a warm embrace before I left.

In front of the hotel, I hailed a cab. I treated myself to that luxury since it seemed safer than walking a couple of miles back to Queen Anne Hill at that time of the morning. I was happy and bit punchy. Alan had fucked me and left me ready for the Halloween party. The twin clowns and the bagpiper treated me to foreplay before my mistake about Gary's business suit led to several hours of great sex, climaxing in a lot of cum. I was ready for bed. I leaned back in the front seat of the cab and shut my eyes.

Shortly though, a sudden move startled me. The young taxi driver was groping my crotch, and my cock was responding. I looked over at the guy. Only then did I see how good-looking he was. I spread my legs.

"I've been hauling party people all over town. They have been having a ball, while I've been working. I need a change," the cab driver said. "I'll give you the best blow-job you've ever had if I can fuck you at your place," he answered.

The unexpected suddenness of his proposition made me hesitate for a minute. I'd had a busy night. What the hell, I thought. It's Saturday already and I don't have to work. Why not start the day the way I began last evening — with a cock up my butt?

"Sure," I said. I unzipped my fly and spread my legs wider apart.

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