Ghouls, Goblins & Ghastly Boys

Ghouls, Goblins & Ghastly Boys
Part 1/2

By D.K. Daniels

The mix of emotions that coursed wildly throughout my young teenaged body excited me to a point. Which is hard to sum up and put it into words. It is a mix of adrenaline, anticipation and nervousness. I made a deal with my little brother the previous week when he was upset, over a stupid a little disagreement. Given the fact, Halloween is his favourite time of the year. I wished but nothing to see him in high spirits for it. I wanted to ensure, he had a memorable Halloween, full off good times. My promise was a little untaught at the time. But I told him I would wear a costume this year, and take him trick r’ treating. By the time mid-week rolled around, I could not wiggle myself out of this mess. I felt that I was getting a little too old for dressing up but not too old for the candy. I guess being seen dressed up like Robin Hood would tarnish any fifteen year olds reputation. What if I bumped into one of the lads from school, or some girl that likes me, seen me. And which might I add. I might become the topic of discussion among girls… - They’ll be like, ‘did you see billy Forrester on Halloween night. He was dressed in tights,’ although I guess I do look cute dressed like this. Though that’s something I wish exactly sat right with me. I’d rather look hot, rather than cute. I’ve been told I’m cute. I guess I’m moaning again or rambling on to say the least. Mom was not the only one who seems to mention it when she’s yapping on about how her two boys are treasures; or that I’m handsome and any girl who comes my way would be so lucky to snatch me up. You see that’s the problem; I don’t want a girl to snatch me up. I’m not remotely attracted to them, girls I mean. ‘It’s a difficult issue all together, okay.’

Everything seemed tolerable from what I can see. My mousy brown hair sat accordingly. I spent the last twenty-five minutes trying to get it to set, unwillingly. Styling my hair was never a difficulty, it's just a simple side part. The sides of my head are shaved in tighter than most I have ever seen with this particular hairstyle. I applied a shitload of hair product to give it a lift and hold it in place. To be honest I don’t like the haircut my stylist gave me. It makes my ears look huge. Though the acne on my face has cleared up pretty well, so that’s something to be happy about. Yes, I can still see small bumps, but the intensity of them has dwindled dramatically Billy, which gave me a sense of comfort. I did feel kinda anxious about having a bad face. What if I was to end up kissing someone; they wouldn’t want my ugly zits rubbing against their chin. Being clean shaved gave me a baby-faced appearance. The best part about all my preparation was the costume I was wearing, it suited my physic. I was naturally slim; however, it was not due to excessive amounts of exercise. I just watched what I ate; while being actively busy for weeks at a time I didn’t really have a moment to gain weight.

I thought the soft toned look of the fabric brought out the best of my emerald saucers, my eyes I mean. They were my favourite feature, if anyone else could ever understand. I guess everyone has these feeling about their presentation. You can just tell automatically if your hair is not sitting right one day; or if your clothing doesn’t sit right the next. While of course everyone sees not a single flaw about yourself other than you. It hard to comprehend, when everyone only gets the bigger picture, when you crave over the smaller details.

“Billy, you ready,” a middle-aged woman’s voices called out from downstairs. I reached up standing on my tiptoes to pull the cord for the shaver light above the sink and yelled back, “yeah… gimme a minute.” With that the bathroom fell into a blanket of darkness. As I gloated towards the door, the volumes of light offered coming through from the landing was enough partial sight to get me to the landing. Once I reached the bland unimaginative landing area, I started on down the stairs and into the foyer.

Gradually psyched up I reached the bottom of the stairs. I was oddly raring to go now, I have no idea why but I was looking forward to going trick r’ treating with my little brother. It had been about two or three years since I last done it. Frankly I missed dressing up and going out; if it were not for the candy then it should have been for laugh. Normally my friends criticized this particular occasion, within the holiday. They said on a regular basis, only small kids dress up and girls dress up.

‘Ben; my little horror of a brother.’ He was dressed up as Frankenstein. ‘Okay that was pun.’ Mom had worked with him for a couple of hours this morning to make the prosthetics for his costume, so that he could apply them to his face. She helped him to make the stitching and the bolts that irregularly jutted out from small holes in his neck. I was jealous, sure. I have no idea why but his costume looked really good. When Ben caught sight of me he smiled from ear to ear with a cheerful expression. “Agh billy, your costume is so cool,” he declared. If I wasn’t so frugal, I think I would have lightly thanked Ben. Though the truth in the matter, I was hungry and sucked up all the attention I was getting. I did have some help from my mom; She did show me how to sow the fabric together and I oddly took on the role of a tailor for that afternoon when I made my totally cute costume. It wasn’t slutty or anything, remember I’m not out, so that sort of information I wanted to be kept on the down low. “Oh, you guys look awesome,” mom ushered in an exuberant way that was riddled with energy and enthusiasm. While Ben finished up applying the last of his greenish pale concoction of ghoulish makeup, which I might add was most likely coming from the leftover table scraps mom had ditched. I sat in the living room with the bowel from the hall. Candy is a weakness of mine for sure, it was supposedly for the trick or treaters who knocked at the door. Still, a bowel full of sweets looked to enticing to ignore. Besides I had nothing better to do but wait. And a bowel of a candy is a bowel is a candy.

Munching on the candy mix, I flicked through some of the Tv channels. A couple of occult horror classics is airing. Scream is on channel two and Halloween is on channel six. According to the Tv guide, it states that the Exorcist is lined up next to be aired. I’m not squeamish or anything, horror movies like those just terrify the crap out of me. I am able to handle horror movies but nothing on the scale of the Omen or the Ring, they scare me to death; or anything paranormal in general. I am able to watch slashers at ease. I think my favourite slasher horror has to be friday the thirteenth, that just ticked all the right boxes. It almost as if the people in the movies are so naturally dumb, that they want to be killed.

Leaving channel two on I sat back and watched some of movie. The sofa became really comfy for once. All I could hear was the eerie amplified laughter of kids out on the sidewalk, just like you’d hear in a horror movie. Every now then between the fits of laughter, a firework would unexpectedly explode somewhere out there. The location of the firework is never truly revealed, just like in crime dramas, which come bearing dreadful cliff-hangers.

I felt a sense of naughtiness brooding within me. The sinister lighting from the thin floor lamp flooded a harsh white light directly towards the ceiling on the far end of the room. It gave a sudden ominous dread; It brought life and meaning to a menacing creature, which presumably was going to creep gently out from the shadows that surround me. For once I felt vulnerable; The movie wasn’t scaring me anymore, or if it did, it didn’t matter anymore. It was the silence; it was the darkness of the room. My imagination was running livid. What if some creature jumped or crept out of the dark alcove corner beside the bookshelf. I could only imagine that I’d hear the shrieks and groans of a tortured soul, soon after to be followed by a dark mass or face lurking within the shadows. Only slowly would it creep towards me using the blackness as a cloak. The only enemy that stood in its way between me and it, was the flow of tungsten light pouring in the slats of the blinds. I became so lost in translation that I forget where I was for a moment.

DING-DONG

Startled and jumping out of my trance. Everything fell back into place. The TV was still playing Michael Myers from Halloween in the background. There was no monster hiding in the corner waiting to kidnap me or take away to the underworld. The presence of kids at front door was clear from the loud and obnoxious buoyancy. Clambering to my feet, I rushed myself in a flustered state in the direction of the door. Without realising, the bowel that was on my lap plummeted to the floor. My mom called from kitchen; “Billy… get the door.” ‘Which is what I was doing, for crying out loud.’ But now all the candy that was in the bowel was all over the floor. ‘Of course, this would have to happen to me at a time like this. I was eating the candy enjoyably and now’s it's all over the floor, great. I feel like I’m caught in limbo about whether to scurry about picking up the pieces of candy first, or running for the door to answer it.

I could see bright luminous packaging which looked a lot like candy wrappers atop the end table beside the coat rack. Without haste, I darted for the door and opened it. I surmised that mom had other candy by the door and I was right. What stood before me was four kids each dressed up in various forms of mistaken identities. I grabbed some of the snacks that mom still had laying around on the table beside the door and dispersed them evenly. Smirking at the plump pumpkin get-up; I reached out and dropped the candy into the child’s bucket, likewise, the second and then third.

When I got to the last child. I gave the little boy whose dressed as Dracula a handful of candy. Reaching back for more sweets, I shifted my gaze upwards to a new arrival. However, it wasn’t a kid out trick r’ treating for Halloween, it is a boy from the same year in school, it’s Andrew. Andrew is about 5’6, with starry blue eyes, tousled blond hair that is sculpted to perfection in the form of a low fade cut.

When the both of us locked eyes, he noticed me. I felt a bit embarrassed being dressed this way. However, he was dressed up in something as equally dorky but cute. He was dressed up like a Native Indian. ‘Oh, man did he look cute.’ ‘This is not the time to start drooling Billy’ I scolded myself. I think he is also slightly caught off guard too. It's almost as if he didn’t expect to knock at my door. Because I most certainly did not expect him to knock at mine, though this is a welcomed surprise. “Hey billy,” he finally mustered up after three of the kids that where standing at the door moments before turned and walked off down the driveway. The kid fixed in front of him must be with him I assumed. I wasn’t aware that he had a brother, so it was probably his cousin or something. ‘My mind was in a tizzy, it was spinning so fast inside. And this odd feeling is starting to make my stomach all queasy and funny. I was beginning to scold myself, all along I’m like ‘say something back you idiot.’

“Hey Andrew,” I offered back and immediately shouted at myself on the inside for being so shallow in my response. I don’t think I have ever been this nervous before in front of him. I have been able to converse with him before without feeling nervous. There was this odd tone in air, it wasn’t just me though, I wasn’t alone. I think he also felt it, so much so that he moved the conversation forward. “I like your costume. Robin Hood suits you,” he shyly added, with a gentle nod of his head. ‘What did that mean, was my first thought? Robin Hood suits me, did he just say I look good in some sort of way, or was than an insult. Nothing about his tone suggested it was an insult. Oh god, I think it was a compliment. Did the hottest lonesome boy in our year offer me a compliment. More important was that flirtatious.’ He became a little quiet after he gestured that really sweet compliment. I on the other was beginning to feel a little worried and apprehensive.

“Thanks, you look cut…e” ‘fuck Billy, think of something else.’ I mean cool too,” I stumbled and almost felt like crying. ‘Fuck… I thought’ - Andrew just bashfully gazed back at me until the kid positioned between the both of us asked, “Jeez, can we go now. We still have the entire block to do.” For a moment, I thought I had blown my cover. I was kinda glad that the kid spoke up, to break the awkward silence.

Andrew glanced down at the younger boy between us and expressed his dissatisfaction in a quick but blunt sigh. “Well… I gotta go. If you’re going trick r’ treating later knock at my house.” ‘Something inside my stomach was churning, what was this sensation, butterflies. I had heard so much about it, yet failed to actually experience it. Lastly why did he say that? Did he try to insinuate something or another? Oh, god what if he’s gay, did he discover my secret. Do I give it away, my gayness? Is there a huge sign on my forehead or was it in the way I act? I felt confused and dumbfounded by the interaction, Andrew was leaving my yard. I would have loved, to run after him and ask him if he was you know… gay.’ But I decided not to, I guess I would be going buy his later on, so maybe I could talk to him then.

While I watched the cutest boy in the school merge with all other trick or treaters on the sidewalk, he continued strolling onwards until I was left alone at the front door.

Ben snuck up behind me and shrieked like the devil. At some point, he had finished getting ready. He was now equipped and organised to start annoying me as he usually did. My first initial reaction was to deck him from recoil. Once I got a clear look at his face and I it was him; I shot down the attempt to knock his lights out. Mom would have grounded my ass. Fifteen and being grounded would really damage your reputation then. Especially on Halloween, and also if something were to happen tonight then I would like to be free from punishment in order to take part in said deed.

“I’m ready to go,” Ben animatedly added. I smiled and told him to go grab his bag to collect his sweets in. A moment later he came hurling out the kitchen door like a lightning bolt. Mom soon followed baring a plastic bag in hand. She handed it to me without saying anything and gratefully acknowledged it with a nod. Trailing behind Ben, we started down the driveway and onto the sidewalk. Passing some trick or treaters on the way who merrily made their way towards the door where mom was waving to us. The both of us pushed forward to begin trick r’ treating.

The chill in the evening air bit at my nose. It almost felt as if snowfall was not that hard to imagine falling at this point. I admired when a fresh blanket of snow fell in the winter. It added a peacefulness to the town in a way that only could be achieved when Christmas rolls into town. The form of spirited decorating by the residents and joyful singing would take hold of our little community. The sky finally lost its vibrancy. A dark sepia tint converged with the setting sun. Behind us the sun still sat high in the sky; Behind, the sky had turned a murky purple, with streaks of black. Not far off into the distance you could see the formation of stars coming through. Autumn leaves lay scattered across well-kempt Autumn lawns. Dull lifeless waterlogged leaves from the last heavy rainfall accumulated by the curb edges on the road and blocked storm drains.

My little brother turned off the sidewalk onto our next-door neighbour cobblestone pathway. Carefully carved pumpkins lined the distance to the door; Where a sweet woman in her sixties stood, with a radiant smile, distributing candy evenly amongst kids. I stood back for a couple of seconds and let the smaller kids get in to get their fair share of candy. When some of the kids dispersed, both myself and Ben, took our rightful places in front of the woman.

The woman immediately recognised Ben, she then trailed upwards to see who was accompanying him and she gasped in awe. “Oh my,” she let out in part confusion and astonishment. “Billy? Billy Anderson is that you?” She questioned. I rolled my eyes, yet I don’t think she noticed as it was rather dark out now. “Yes, Ms. Peterson,” I confidently added. She smiled a smile of proudness, you know the one you’d see if your own child achieved something worthy. “You’ve gotten so biiiigg,” She energetically said. “Oh, my I remember the time you were this size,” she nonchalantly said. She held her hand out indicating how tall I was at that point in time. My little brother started to develop this dumb smirk on his face after she said it. ‘Great,’ I thought ‘I’m going to be stuck here for a few minutes talking about my childhood and how she baked cookies every Christmas for me and my brother.’ Though that was not the case because after she said her piece. She then said, “well your turning into a fine strapping young man.” The both of us where back on route and gliding down the pavement to our next house. ‘Though I did feel some nostalgic memories coming back to me after that encounter.

As we slowly, painfully made our way to the corner of Oak Field & Grove. We turned down onto the small closed pocket neighbourhood in a cul-de-sac. Lined neatly, side by side, lay a semicircle worth of large wooden Victorian structures taken directly out of a magical fairy tale book. If this era of homes where perhaps built one-hundred years prior to the Victorian era, they would have easily been accepted by the town folks over in Salem.

All but one mansion had been maintained. The fragile house in the middle of the street stood boldly at attention. With its crooked, slanted shingles, chipped wood and unkempt lawn. It reminded me of the movie monster house, and how the young boy TJ had been so curious about the mysterious circumstances lurking beneath the interior of his neighbours’ house. In reality though, things that appeared to be scary, are never usually the case. In terms of the movie, the house hits close to home. It was nothing but a lonely old man trying to protect the local kids from being abducted and eaten alive by his wife who was a giant house. This thought made me chuckle as I trudged after Ben and stopped by a gate of a house on sidewalk and waited for Ben been to get his candy. Daring to hold my gaze upon the menacing windows of the old tarnished home, it gave me some sickening feelings. It was as if someone was watching me from inside the dark soulless windows at leisure.

The wicked cries of demonic animatronics howled and shrieked from neighbouring yards. The yard I was standing in front of had this really cool sleepy hallow theme organised. Secretly I admired the owner’s dedication and patience put into the yard haunt. My blood curdled cold when I caught a glimpse of the deserted monster house from the side of my peripheral vision. I had given up collecting candy, and besides I think had enough in my bag to begin with. We had been walking around the local neighbourhoods for about an hour now, so you can imagine the task at hand is getting daunting.

I thought about the first set of tricker r’ treaters who knocked at our door before we left. I much rather be at home handing out candy to unsuspecting kids. I could easily scare the crap out of them at home, while playing PlayStation. Yet while I shuffled along the sidewalk and watched Ben zigzag from house to house, as you’d see on some kids Tv show where the speed of the video has been speed up by x8. I came to realise where exactly we were. All along, since we left home. I followed Ben, and where he wanted to go, I trailed after him without really thinking about exactly where we were heading. Two houses up the sidewalk, was the old abandoned mansion, while four houses down the sidewalk was, well… Andrews house.

I watched as my Ben, travel up the next driveway, and get lost for a couple of minutes in one of the yard haunts the residents had built up in the yard. Before I knew what was what we were onto the next house which was the old mansion. Ben decided he didn’t like the look of the Victorian house, so he just decide to pass by it. I found it rather funny when he pushed himself out onto the edge of sidewalk, leaving me up against the fence of the haunted looking mansion. It made me smile. Then at last, we were standing at the top of the Andrew’s driveway. The people next door was not home, so we decided to just go next door. Me and Andrew, have chemistry, I lied. Well I’m lying to myself. The two of us have been awkwardly flirting the last month or so. I’m surprised he hasn’t made a move yet, and I’m way to nervous and out of my comfort zone to even consider making any sort of approach to the subject. Even asking to hang out with him in embarrassing.

It started with nothing more than the exchange of the friendly glances in class, at school. Something about his smiles, where totally extra. It was almost as if he was trying to hint that he knew something that I didn’t know. Well I did know I was gay but there would have been no indication that Andrew could have possibly known. Yet something about the way he was acting in school suggested he was I don’t know, like interested. At first I thought he was just trying to get to know me. He was being overly friendly, and always complimenting me for no particular reason. Last Friday he said, I looked on point. What did that mean; Did he mean I looked good or did he mean I actually looked on point, or possibly both.

Oh god, one of the cutest boys in school said I’m cute in some screwed up way. Maybe it was his way of trying to express his interest in me. Either way I think It actually worked on me because I must have drooled or something. I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to hold it together. During the last week, he has started to really break down the wall and any barriers that could potentiall be between the both of us. He even asked me about my hobbies yesterday. In all the years I have known him, he has never really talked all that much to me.

Standing at the deserted door, I lifted the brass knocker. Hesitating, I peered through the Beveled glass. The interior sat still and cloaked in a black mist. Suddenly I heard the ding-dong chime. Glancing down at Frankenstein himself, he held his index finger on the door bell firmly, eagerly awaiting candy.

There was a change in the light emitting from behind the glass. The stark contrast flood out the glass panes onto the veranda like a floodlight. A black mass of a figure drew closer behind the glass with each passing second. The identity of the individual remaining anonymous. Then I heard the clink. The door was opening, my heart was pounding in chest uncontrollably. Could it really have been Andrew, this was house right. He gave me his address about a week, and I secretly after school kinda did a detour to see where he lived and this was it. I haven’t bothered since Lakewood lane, to enter someone’s yard for candy. What made this so different, I’m not quite sure. Why is this more oddly exciting, is it because it’s Andrews house. It was Andrew I wanted to see, I don’t think it was the candy, surly. Then just as I imagined Andrew stood in the open doorway. The light from the entryway filled in all the dark areas around his face. For the first time, tonight I could see his cute face in full, there was no obscurement’s. His beauty was well lit, with just enough back light to show off his beautiful glass emeralds, smiling warmly back at me.


“Billy, you made it,” Andrew animatedly said. His soft expression glowed in the pale moonlight. I felt queasy, my stomach felt like it was being churned from the inside. Andrew was giving me a very intense glance; In a way, it was kinda sensual. My brother and I where the only two kids standing at this particular house. Just like countless times before, Ben held out his bag in front of him for candy.

Andrew broke his gaze with me and looked down at Ben and smiled. “Ben my man, look awesome. Come in guys,” he humbly stated.

Creeping forward behind my brother I stood in the middle Andrews foyer. I could hear what sounded like the faint mumbles of talking coming from a room to left of me. At the same time, I looked around at the décor. The room was nicely decorated, freshly carved pumpkins, and candles added to the atmosphere. I became so engrossed in the moment that a question slipped out without my knowledge.

“Did you do this all by yourself,” I murmured. Unsure if Andrew heard me, I oppressed my voice, I didn’t want to repeat myself and seem dizzy. I have been told, dizzy runs within the family, so you can imagine why I don’t want to appear stupid. I knew somehow that I would have to listen closely to him, to be sure I would not miss anything he ushered with those drool worthy lips.

“I did, it took me ages though,” Andrew gingerly admitted, while rubbing his elbow with tension.

I could feel this awkwardness in the air conjure up. By now Andrew had shut the front door.

“Let me show you,” Andrew trailed as he marched over towards the corner of the room where the light switches where housed. With the blink of an eye, he had flipped the switch and the room fell into a dimmed sombre mood. The candles flickered, with the motion of Ben bending down to one of the pumpkin for a better view. While me and Andrew gave each other rather suggestive looks. Our fusion was interrupted when Ben asked, “is Jack home?” To which Andrew shifted his gaze down to the floor and stated, “he’s in the living room watching Tv.”

After he had mentioned that he took a step towards the source of sound emanating from behind the door to my left. Pushing flimsily against the door, it swung open and Andrew declared in a neutral tone, “Jack… Bens here.”
What felt like seconds what possibly only the exhale of a breath and this scrawny kid, about eleven-year-old emerged from the sofa and joined Andrew at the door. Almost instantaneously Ben sprung up from his crouched position and the two boys started rambling on immediately.

Miniature Dracula and Frankenstein brushed past Andrew who was standing by the door. Ben stated, “I’m gonna hang for a bit,” and marched after Jack. After Ben directed that that statement to me, Jack mustered up in a commanding tone and told Andrew to, “move you cheesedick.”

Andrew stepped back and the door swung shut. For a minute Andrew didn’t say anything, he looked a little scarlet from embarrassment. I found it cute all the same that his brother got the better of him for a moment. It reminded me of my brother who I occasional called, “butt monkey.” He has protested his hatred for the name numerous times, so I guess that’s why I keep using it on him. It’s entertaining.

After Andrew recomposed himself he sheepishly asked, “do you maybe wanna hang around for a bit too.” It took me all but two seconds to decide and without thinking much into the subject i just nodded in confirmation. Andrew seemed a little nervous more than usual. So, a stray question popped into my head to fill the void of awkwardness between us. “Where’s the rents,” I asked curiously. Scrunching his slender neck up, he explained, “My mom is helping out at the haunted spooktacular. Dunno where my dad is.” Then just on cue the silence invaded our ears again. “Um… you wanna drink or something?” Andrew quarried, unsure about how to precede.

“Sure,” I confirmed with half a smile. After I expressed my interest in a drink Andrew lightly ran the small distance to the end of the ill lit hallway and vanished through an archway. I could see the families dining table from here, in the room at the end of the hallway. I was a loss as what to do while Andrew was gone. I could hear giggling coming from the two boys in the living room, and while I waited I darted by eyes everywhere looking at the pictures in the hall of Andrews’ family. I didn’t feel easy being left alone beside the stairs though. The darkness just floated down the stairs like something from Stephan kings The Mist. Before anymore uneasy doubts could make me forfeit. Andrew popped out into the middle of the dining room with two glasses in his hand. “Come on, we can go to the den,” he confidently stated. Gloating behind him, I followed him out into the dining room, from there he pushed open a small door and we were in some sort of a billiard room.

Placing, what appeared to be cola on the fine crafted table beside a lamp. He stood quietly and placed his hands in his pockets. He nervously tilted his head to the ground and confessed. “I think you look cute, sorry…” the room grew silent as he wiltered, he released his hands from his pockets and leaned against the pool table. I did not know what say, so I remained nonchalant, jittery was my response. He noticed me beginning to shy away. “You are…” he trailed off. In all this time, I had never noticed Andrew as being gay or even having feelings towards me. Truly how much did he know about me, because if I can’t even pick up on him, then what use is my gaydar. Mustering up what little courage I had. I offered nervously, “thanks.”

Rubbing my neck from the uncomfortable topic on discussion. Andrew boldly stated, “I bet you’re a good kisser.” My mind was in a flurry, was that his signal. ‘Wait, does he want to kiss. My heart is going to give out, oh god. The silence is worse than the statement he made. Think of something billy, like now,’ I scolded myself. Everything is okay I assured myself enough to calm down,

“Meh… I doubt it,” I offered, with a shrug. He gave a single chuckle, then slid away from the pool table and approached me. In a suggestive tone he murmured gently, “Then why don’t you prove me wrong.” Centimetres from my face he stood confidently. He leaned in every so smoothly to the left side of my face and whispered so crisply, that it made the sound of ice cracking sound weak.

“Because I still think you’d be a good kisser,” he whispered. I felt a shudder flush from my chest to my feet. He smelled like a mixture of craft paints and oily makeup. The fragrance was oddly stimulating. A series of mixed signals ran through my already hormonal teenage brain, and it kicked started a racetrack of unjustifiable notions unknown to my previous intelligence.

‘Should I kiss him? The little voice in my head tried to reason. What if I did, would It be any good or total shit. Is he toying with me or does he actually want to kiss me. Fuck, what to do. Maybe I should kiss him, what if… what if… he wants to you know, do it. Who would be the top and who would be the bottom, would it hurt. I read somewhere that sex is not like what we see in porn videos, so does that mean it would almost be like alien.’

Before anymore thoughts could overwhelm my existence, I felt something puffy on my lips. In the fraction of a second he leaned in and started to kiss me, wetly. ‘This is it I thought, my first kiss with boy.’ While he gently massaged my face, I melted at his touch. I was finding him irresistible, all of sudden his kissing stopped and he leaned out.

“You’re really tasty,” he declared before resuming his process. Only this time around when he went back in he was a little more dominant. The force of his kiss had grown a little more demanding. He was like a succubus, trying to get as much from the kiss as he could. In a matter of seconds, I felt his arms drape loosely around my hips. There was a washing machine effect going on inside my mouth.

He had pushed past my lips at this point and started to trade salvia with me. The funny thing was, I starting to enjoy what was going on. I began trying, yes and when I say trying I mean weakly kissing back, because he was so overpowering.

I feel his fingers wandering around back there, and finally they drop from my hips and start cupping my ass. Closing my eyes, I focused mainly on the kissing. While all along I could not help, but think how naughty all of this was. Something told me deep from within that, this was somehow wrong. Though I choose to ignore the voice of reason. I was starting to enjoy the hell out of this tongue tying going on. My jaws where becoming lock-jawed, but that didn’t stop me from enjoying his hands squeezing my butt checks firmly.

I felt myself lowering my guard, slowly but surely. I let my body weight tilt forward against Andrew and he held me up without any complaints. His body odour was a concoction between a boyish, yet manly aroma. With my eyes shut tight, his heavenly smell, playful ass grabbing antics and mouth churning, I began to get aroused. I could feel my cock starting to slowly inflate in my underwear. Grinding into his leg, he pushed back gently against my force. My dick felt hot, and was quickly expanding. Soon it was too hard for me to deny I had a boner. Then Andrew broke our kissing ritual, which to be honest I was kinda relieved. I was starting to find it hard to breath with all the suck face action going on.


Somewhere along the line, I had forgot how to breath, scary right, it never happened to me before. He pulled away, and coyly smirked at me as if he had some mischievous things waiting for me. His hands let the clumps of my ass go and he took hold of my hand which lay motionless by my side.

In doing so he murmurs enticingly. “God your so fit. I wanna show you something.” Showing that his intentions where loud and clear he started to drag me towards the pool table and slammed me forcefully against it, which in return hurt. I felt a nasty sting at the bottom of my tailbone where it hit the wood.

Pain aside, Andrew smirked at me playfully. With his free hand, he traced his index finger up along the side of my arm. Playing some sort of strategy game, he poked, prodded and spider walked up the length of my arm and then started to pinch my costume playfully around my chest. At the same time, he held his finger interwoven with mine. I was kinda nervous truth be told. My hands were starting to get clammy and I sure as hell did not want to gross him out.

Feeling his index finger trail upwards, he gently caressed the side of my neck. Gradually as he shifted his magical touch higher and higher. I felt as if I was going to lose the power of my neck muscles and possibly legs. Finally, his finger grazed my nose coyly and I gave a dimpled smile. Andrew, wasted no time and lingered his index finger on my lower lip and prodded teasingly against it. I was unsure about what he wanted me to do, was he trying to be being cute. I sure hope I look cute, or in a way fuckable I guess. After a couple of seconds of his prodding it became a little forced. So, I let his finger slide into my mouth and he seemed to oddly be gaining satisfaction from that.

I felt his dry finger plunge the ravine. In a sexy soothing voice, Andrew whispered with brooding eyes, “suck my finger.” I never heard anything like this before but I oddly obeyed and started to tighten my grip around his finger by compressing my lips shut. He began a slow push/pull motion in and out of my mouth. ‘To be honest I wasn’t sure what he was getting from any of this. The only thing in my mind worth repeating was, wouldn’t sucking his dick be more enjoyable. Instead I found it odd that he wanted me to suck his finger.’ Out of nowhere he declared sternly, “you like that… oh fuck yes you do.” His voice was a little shaken, he was starting bite his lower lip. ‘Oh, boy’ I thought to myself, as he held his juicy lip in place with his teeth. His costume was adorable, the small streaks of red and green war paint blended clumsily on his checks, which amplified his beauty and his hotness.

Feeling his dancing hands around my waist. I heard him fumbling with the large holster belt around my costume. Tilting me head, to see what he was doing he took my chin and directed my attention back up. “Ah ah,” he rebuked.

Suddenly I heard a click and then he pulled the belt free from me. Soon the click was followed by a large clank as it hit the wooden floor.

“I wanna do dirty things with you,” he confidently stated.

Incitingly he undid the swath leather vambraces I was wearing and dropped them to them to the floor as well. I was so hard it was impossible to explain. I really wanted what was about to happen, happen. I leaned for a kiss and he kissed me back. He was panting quite hard now and my heart was imploding. I heard the sound of a fly open and he broke his kiss with me. I looked at him dumbfounded, like a lost puppy. He pushed my bycocket headpiece onto the pool table behind us. With a free hand he tiled my head to the right and adjusted himself with his other hand.

Before I could blink he had his hands on my shoulders. He was encouraging me to go down on him. “Please, you’re really beautiful. I won’t tell anyone,” he promised.

His pushing on my small shoulders was constant. He really wanted me to blow him. Shaking my head, I ushered nervously, “ugh… I don’t know.”

“Please, just for minute,” he begged. I was bit sceptical of it, but I also wanted to experience what it felt like. So, I unwillingly started to kneel. Once my knees grazed the floor, his cock was already in his hard in his hand, eagerly steering back at me at eye level. Unsure about how to go about it, other than putting it into my mouth. I asked for direction, he seemed to know what he was doing.

“I’ve never done this before, so…,” I said. And like I thought, he cooed out as he held his cock to my lips. “Just lick it,” he told me. Wanting to please him I opened my mouth a little and he slid the entirety of his dick forcefully inside that I gagged, and he took comfort of my position. His dick was bone dry, tight and thin. His taste is a little on the musky side, though I think it was mostly his smell, he tasted clean other than that.

I began to lick it like I would an ice cream. Every now often he would shudder and pull me by the scruff of the hair and guide me to which part he wanted me to lick. He seemed to like when I worked on his balls. Which is from my knowledge seemed to be where the smell was coming from. His dick has a musky, soapy taste to it.

He threw his head back and let me do my own thing for a minute until he came back with another demand. “Put it in your mouth,” he commanded. Since the experience was not as bad as I thought it was going to be. I gave in because I was secretly enjoying this odd encounter. Latching onto his ridged pole with two fingers I popped it into my mouth and start sucking. He let out a sigh of content, “mmm, that’s good,” he murmured. The dryness of his meat soon became velvet as I slobbered on it. I tried to make it as lubed up as possible and he was likening every minute of my sucking. To be honest the only though that kept prying its way into the equation, other than Andrew dick in my mouth. Was well, what did he intend to do when he came. I wasn’t comfortable about having to shallow. I know that’s what you’re supposed to do, right. Somehow it seems kinda a little gross to me. Well shallowing his cum, I mean.

Clenching strands of my hair, he grunted as he jolted his pelvis forward into my face. Like a rabbit, he sped up as he pumped in and out of my mouth. His dick would occasionally slip way back and make me gag. I sorta learned how to take it, well I think, I was trying not to breathe through my mouth and focusing on breathing through my nose.

My nose would occasionally brush up against his public mound which was clean shaven. Then he stopped thrusting, pulled his teenage meat out of my mouth and gave me a devilish grin.

Roughly he yanked my tunic braies all the way down to my ankles. He gave me a coy smile, “sit up on table,” he admonished. Doing as I was told I lift one leg after another, as he swooped down and pulled the braies off, along with my black Nike low-tops.

Sitting on the edge of the table, he brushed his chieftain hat from his head and placed it on a chair behind him. I watched him nervously, my heart ran rampant in my chest watching him stroll to the door and flick the master light for the room.

The light the room plummeted into a dull abyss, the light source of light came from the small lamp beside a bookcase. When he returned, he started to striptease in front of me, slowly he kicked of his shoes and slipped his leggings off along with his Abercrombie underwear. Stand firmly with socked feet on the rug beneath his small feet he shredded his top.

Standing nakedly in front of me with his washboard stomach. The outline of a six pack, protruded through his tight adnominal muscle, the sight was so hot. Andrew knelt down in front of the pool table and took me into his mouth. The sensation was hard to describe, it was oddly nice, my dick seemed sensitive all of a sudden. As he took my member into his mouth. I felt my foreskin role back and I felt this over welcoming sense of exposure. It was too sensitive to me that I pushed at him, to stop sucking. Instead he had other ideas, he sucked harder against my unwillingness. He pushed lightly on the centre of my tummy with his palm. I got the impression that he wanted me to lay down. Slowly lowering by back to the pool table I stared up at the set of triple lights above the table.

He started to suck harder and jerk me at the same time. I was so turned own from what he was doing that I was beginning to feel the effects of my breathing escalate. I could feel his wet hand sliding up and down my pole when he took breaks from sucking. He getting me so close.

I think secretly he clued in on this little detail, and he tortured me with. Because he would suddenly stop and draw circles on my chest and then start again, everytime I was getting near to coming.

Suddenly I knew I couldn’t hold on much longer. I started to whimper which he seemed to like. “Come on billy. Give it me,” he murmured. I began to pant as he tightened his grip and pumped me harder. Drawing closer I shut my eyes, and then I came. I think it is possibly the hardest I have ever came, and it zapped my energy along with it wonderful effects. Rope after rope I breathed heavily from satisfaction. When I finally opened my eyes, I seen stars as I glanced down to Andrew, where he was still bobbing up and down on my deflating dick.

He took one long last, hard suck and I moaned and clenched up from the sensitivity. Then it was over, he stepped away from me and licked his lips afterword’s.

“It’s your turn,” he coyly spoke. Unsure about what to do I slid of the table towards him. “What do you want me to do,” I asked. Then the doorbell chimed ding dong. At first it scared me but the thought about someone being at the door, replaced the fear with a question. Was he going to going to actually get dressed and answer the door. Marching to the door, Andrew opened it and shouted out into the hallway, “Jack, get the door.” With that he closed billiard room door behind him and turned the key in the back of it.

“Where were we,” he announced while grinning. Sexily he made his way over to me. Guiding me toward a two seater. He sat down sprawled out on the chair. Standing over him, I nervously held onto my elbow until he directed me firmly. “Get on your knees billy.” Swooping down to the bare wood.

He held his dick in his hand. Andrew aimed it directly for my mouth he preceded to drive it there. Then a loud rat-tat came across the wooden door to the billiard room. A young boy called from the other side. “Andrew, Darren’s at the door,” Jack called from the far side.

Andrew looked at me quizzically, then to back to the door. He looked worried. He looked flustered. He ran his hands through his sweaty blond hair. Glancing back at the door he exclaimed dryly, “Let him in.”

The End Of Part One