Happy Halloween (True Story) (Patreon)

A rare true story to celebrate Halloween! (Also, if you think I'm going over the top with Halloween celebrations, just wait until Christmas comes around!!) 

All characters are 18+

We moved around a lot when I was younger, and after spending a few years living in a certain area, I was pretty bummed to find out that we were leaving. This all happened a few weeks before Halloween, but as teens do, my friends and I had already been planning our celebrations for months!

It was ultimately agreed upon that I would spend the night in one of my friend's houses and what became even more exciting, was that his parents were away for the night.

The day came and the excitement was palpable in the air. Knowing that my folks weren't even in the same city and with the added knowledge that Ben's parents weren't either, we decided that we'd find ourselves some beer and make a night of it.

Neither of us had ever drank alcohol before, so needless to say, it took less than an hour before the effects of it became evident. Naturally, the two of us dramatically emphasised our drunkenness, but it didn't take long before we both got fucked up.

Earlier than we would have liked, our celebrations were cut short when Ben began to projectile vomit into the bonfire, much to the annoyance of the older guys that were there, and we were ultimately banished from the area.

I knew I was gay at this point, but like most teens at the time, this was a deep, depraved secret that would come to the grave with me. Or so I thought.

When we got back to Ben's place, it was empty as expected. He did however, have an older brother named Francis, who genuinely scared the shit out of me. He was a complete and utter asshole, and seemed to take great delight in beating the living fuck out of Ben, and sometimes extending his violence to us, too.

Now don't get me wrong, Francis was undeniably hot. He was a few years older than us, and had that tough guy persona, and if Ben was built like a bodybuilder, they would have been identical.

He had one of those sofas that has two recliner chairs built into it. He got one and I got the other, and the two of us resigned ourselves to watching horror films. Of course, I neither expected nor imagined that anything else would happen that night, until Ben looked me dead in the eye and asked me if I could pull back my foreskin.

Naturally enough, his question caught me off guard, so he proceeded to give me a visual demonstration, and I watched as my best friend pulled down his pants and slipped his cock out over his underwear. Immediately, I began to stiffen.

"Like this" he told me, and tried to peel back his foreskin unsuccessfully. "Mines too tight" he added, with a drunken air of confidence.

I couldn't believe my eyes. He wasn't particularly well endowed, but seeing my friend's cock for the first time was magical, and all I could do was watch as he continued to play with himself whilst Jeepers Creepers rolled in the background (that movie still brings back fond memories).

"I'm getting a boner" he sniggered, and sure enough, his cock swelled in his hand and Ben was now jerking off next to me.

"You do it" he nodded, and turned the channel to one of those free-to-view porn channels that showed nothing but some woman in her underwear looking as though she'd rather be at home in bed.

I was a pretty shy guy back then, but the beer certainly helped and so a moment later, my pants were around my ankles, and the two of us beat our teenage meat with vigour. His eyes were on the tele, but mine were on him.

"Ever do a swapsie?" He asked me, and I shook my head. I didn't even know what a swapsie was.

"Here, look" he said, and I watched in awe as Ben reached over and swatted my hand out of the way, before grabbing my boner.

It was the most amazing feeling I'd ever felt, and when Ben released his own cock, I knew what I had to do.

I closed my hand around his dick, and the two of us giggled like school girls as we jerked each other off. It was fascinating, and I would have happily sat there all night, but the excitement was getting the better of me and I felt the orgasm approach.

"Don't cum on my hand" he warned me, but where else was I supposed to cum?!

We continued jerking, both of us getting closer and closer to climax until... The front door sounded and I promise you, you've never seen two teenage boys jump up and dress as quickly.

Not only was I sexually frustrated with a severe case of blue balls, but I was also dreading Francis coming in drunk and being his usual douchebag self, so within seconds, Ben and I agreed to pretend to be asleep on the sofa in the hopes that his asshole brother would just go to bed.

We lay there completely still with our eyes squeezed shut and listened as Francis came into the room.

"What are you two fags doing?" He asked, and I clenched my jaw, but continued to sleep.

He stood there for a moment as Ben and I both silently willed him to fuck off, and then my heart dropped as I heard Francis sigh and fall onto the lone armchair on the other side of the room. Neither of us had planned for that.

The sound of a beer can cracking open filled the room, and I felt like fucking crying as Francis relaxed.

Evidently, from a mixture of exhaustion and alcohol, I ended up really falling asleep after a while. Ben did too, but when I woke a while later, I did so to a very strange feeling.

It took me a moment to realise what was happening. I felt pressure down my pants, and as I lay there and tried to figure out what it was, I heard the unmistakeable sound of wet fapping and my eyes widened.

Ben was snoring quietly so I knew that the person with one hand down my pants and the other around his cock was almost certainly Francis, and in that moment I decided to continue to feign sleep until he was finished.

"You're getting hard" he whispered, and the game was up.

I looked around at him sheepishly, but it wasn't his face that I found.

A cock the width of my wrist and the length of two of mine was looking back at me. The foreskin was sliding back and forth over the bulbous glans, dragging pre-cum across the slippery surface and I was pretty sure that it winked at me.

"What were you two up to before I came in?" Francis whispered, his hand still working my cock.

"N... Nothing" I lied, and he smirked at me and nodded toward the television where that some woman was still fucking sitting there in her underwear.

"Sucking each other's cocks, huh?" He asked, rapidly rubbing his thumb across my exposed helmet and making me moan.

"No" I whimpered, realising that I was once again moments away from cumming.

"Well you've gotten me all horny, buddy" he told me, "so now you have a job to do".

Francis took his hand out of my pants and inhaled it deeply before placing it around the back of my neck and guiding me toward him.

"I... I dunno about this" I whispered, but secretly I was fucking ravenous.

"Hey" he whispered back, and leaned toward me, "I don't care" he hissed, and shoved me into his cock.

It sounds brutal, and if I hadn't been as into it as I was, I would have bitten his cock off, but I'd been secretly fantasising about Francis for quite a while, so when his salty, slick cock jammed into my mouth, and his hand slipped inside the back of my pants, I simply relished in it and began to swallow him.

Knowing that Ben was sleeping soundly just feet away from us should have freaked me out, but after what had happened earlier, I would have been overjoyed if he had woken up and joined in, as weird as that may have been.

Francis filled my mouth with just half of his rock hard cock, but he wasn't the type to go easy on me, so with a bit of force, he impaled me on it and began to fuck my throat with force.

My nose remained mostly buried in his musky bush of pubic hair. Saliva and pre-cum poured down his cock, and with each passing minute, Francis became louder and louder.

I was sure Ben would wake up, but I had other things to focus on now. Francis had inched one of his fingers right up my butt, and had basically hooked it inside me, using it has something of a handle. It was the first time I ever realised how fucking pleasurable the prostate could be.

With everything going on, all I could do was rub my cock against the sofa beneath me and so that's exactly what I did. Francis fucked my mouth and violently fingered my ass and I thrust away like a sex depraved lunatic.

Finally, after quite a long time of choking on his cock, Francis held me in place and flooded my mouth with his thick, hot seed. At the exact same moment, the friction I'd been causing pushed me over the edge and I began to explode in my underwear.

It was electrifying. Tasting his sperm and swallowing it down as he continued holding me in place was the hottest moment of my life, and feeling my load pour into my boxer briefs and drench my rigid cock  was pretty damn hot, too.

When he'd squeezed every drop of cum into my throat, Francis let me up and got to his feet as he pulled his pants up.

"Want a beer?" He asked, and when I shook my head, Francis laughed and rubbed my head. "Goodnight, John" he whispered, and smacked me playfully across the cheek.

To this day, that has been the best Halloween of my life.

Happy Halloween!