Halloween Bash
by Victor Thomas
October 2020
Lane
"This is going to be so cool," Dorian said when he could pry his lips from Steve's for a moment. "Halloween costume parties rock!"
"Would you two get in the car? We're going to be late," Shawn said.
I smiled for a moment. Steve's enthusiasm was contagious. Him and Dorian were both dressed like punk rockers with matching blue mohawks, leather vests over bare chests, tight jeans, and too many necklaces and bracelets. They looked hot and definitely looked the part.
Caden and I squeezed into the back seat of Shawn's old car with Steve and Dorian. Dorian graciously made room for us by crawling into Steve's lap. He leaned back and the pair managed to continue making out. Caden grinned, then leaned over and kissed me. He was dressed as Peter Pan, with a green vest opened to the middle of his chest, and extremely short matching shorts. He carried a prop sword and allowed his long, curly blond hair to hang loose and wild. His costume made him look sexier than ever, and that was saying something.
Shawn pulled away from the curb in front of the apartment he shared with his younger brother, Steve. They had a cool loft, directly over the Chouteau Café. I would have been envious if not for my extra-large living space in the loft of my parent's barn. My loft isn't what most picture when the think about a barn loft. There are no chickens, horses, cattle, or bales of hay. A previous owner fixed it up as an apartment with a small kitchen area to one side, a bathroom, and a huge window on the rear wall that looked out over cornfields and distant fields and trees. I had privacy, which was wonderful when Caden came over, and the safety and convenience of living a few feet from my parents. It was the best of both worlds.
Shawn looked really hot as an Egyptian Pharoah. He wore a gold and blue headdress, black eyeliner, and a gold and blue pectoral covering his upper chest. His arms and abs were bare. I bet none of the real pharaohs were that sexy. Paul was dressed in an elegant eighteenth-century suit that reminded me of the one Tom Cruise had worn in Interview with the Vampire. He had his hair pulled back in a ponytail and looked as if he'd just stepped out of the Revolutionary War period. I'd gone zombie-goth for the evening, with a spiked leather collar, tight leather pants and a tight black tank top. I wore grayish makeup that made me look like a creepy corpse. Halloween was my favorite holiday and I loved dressing up.
"You guys look great," Shawn said, glancing back at Caden and me for a moment as he drove us toward the Marshall Farm, northwest of Chouteau. "Maybe you should dye your hair black permanently, Lane."
"Fuck that! I'm washing this shit out as soon as the party is over. At midnight, I turn back into a blond boy."
"Blonds do have more fun; especially two blonds together," Caden said, leaning over and kissing me.
"You two are turning into Steve and Dorian," Paul said.
"That's a very nice compliment," Steve said when he could pry his lips from Dorian's for a moment.
"Caden and I make out a lot, but not that much. No one makes out as much as those two."
"We should call Guinness. I think they may have set a new record," Paul said.
"That would be so cool!" Dorian said, then went back to kissing Steve.
I was glad Caden and I had hitched a ride with Shawn instead of driving alone. We had walked over to his and Steves's loft together for a macaroni & cheese dinner. We didn't want to eat too much because there would be tons of food at the Halloween bash. Parties at the Marshall Farm were always a blast and there was always a lot to eat.
Shawn parked behind Joel's pickup because there wasn't much space left. The parking area by the farm house was already packed. We got out and followed a walk way of glowing jack-o-lanterns that led to the barn.
I sniffed the air. The scent of autumn was everywhere. Fall was, perhaps my favorite season. I say perhaps because I loved each season in turn. There was something special about fall with it's brilliantly colored leaves, ghost stories, and chilly nights. This Halloween night was perfect for a party. Dark clouds flocked overhead and a light but steady rain began to patter on the fallen leaves. A mist was rising from the ground. I felt as if I was walking through a scene in a haunted house movie. I shivered as cold raindrops hit my bare arms and traveled down the back of my neck.
The doors of the barn were opened wide. Golden light and soft music flowed from the interior. The barn was lit only by lantern light, giving it a spooky and yet homey glow. There were ghosts, goblins, and ghouls galore.
Nolan spotted me and walked toward me. He was dressed as a knight in shining armor and truly looked the part.
"I'm so glad you guys could make it," he said. "I've missed you."
"I didn't know you were home from school!" I said.
"I'm just here for the weekend. I have to head back tomorrow morning. I couldn't wait to see Ely again."
Ely was dressed as D'Artagnan from the Three Musketeers . He hugged Nolan.
"You look scary," Ely said to me.
"You look incredibly handsome," I noted.
Caden hung on my shoulder and grinned at Nolan and Ely. I turned to him and kissed him. I loved having a boyfriend.
Most everyone at the party was paired up; Shawn and Paul, Steve and Dorian, Joel and Flynn, Trey and Michelle, Beverly and Sandy, Zachary and Jennifer, and Caden and me. Dave was about the only boy at the party who wasn't paired up, but then he was only thirteen. David Rorvik, a member of my soccer team appeared to be alone, too, as did Craig Bayless, who worked at the Chouteau Café with Shawn.
"Is that candy corn?" I said, eying the long table laden with food.
"A field full," Ely said, grinning.
"I love candy corn!"
I pulled Caden toward the table and scooped up a paper cup full of candy corn. The cup was black, decorated with a skeleton. The whole table was Halloween themed, from the marshmallow ghosts and jack-o-lantern cupcakes, to the witch riding a broom paper plates. There was not a single food item that was healthy. This was what Halloween was all about!
There was some dancing going on, but this party was more about eating and talking and hanging out. Zach and Trey were on their best behavior since they were with their girlfriends. I much preferred them when they weren't holding back. They usually went at each other tooth and nail, verbally at least. I don't think they had ever physically fought, but if words could kill, they would both have died a thousand deaths. It was sad how meek and pathetic straight boys became when they were near their girls. Talk about whipped! Gay boys were the real men!
Caden grabbed me and pulled me toward the dancers. I loved to dance, but he could have gotten me to dance whether I liked it or not. I had really fallen for him in the short time we'd been together. Before meeting him, I hadn't been much interested in a relationship. I loved my freedom and the ability to hook up with hot guys like Easton Kinsley. Shawn and I had hooked up a few times before he started dating Paul. Shawn was as talented in bed as he was on the football field. I was sure he kept Paul very happy.
Nolan and Ely joined the dance. Ely rested his head on Nolan's chest. I was glad Nolan was able to get away from college for a visit. I knew how much Ely missed him. Caden and I often included him in our plans, hoping he wouldn't miss Nolan quite so much.
Caden and I danced through several songs and then hit the food laden table again. I munched on autumn-colored peanut M&Ms while I watched Dorian and Steve making out in a corner. I nudged Caden so he could look over in their corner and we both laughed, then kissed. I could taste a mellow-crème pumpkin on his tongue. Zach looked toward Steve and Dorian and then rolled his eyes at me. I wished his girlfriend wasn't around. I wanted to hear what he would have said to the pair.
A bit later, Dorian and Steve did pull their lips apart and began to dance. They trapped Caden and me between them and when we tried to escape, Joel and Flynn hemmed us in. it became a game and we could not break free. Joel looked so very sexy in a pirate costume. Flynn was dressed as a cabin boy. I was willing to bet that those two would keep their costumes on after the party for a little sensual role play. That inspired an idea. Maybe I'd take Peter Pan home with me.
When we finally escaped, I sampled the cupcakes and the punch. I nibbled on a piece of chocolate werewolf cake and devoured a marshmallow ghost peep.
Caden and I walked outside where Joel's father announced a hayride. The rain had stopped, leaving the ground cold and wet. They hay wagon had remained safe and warm in the barn until Mr. Marshall pulled it out with a tractor. Several of us climbed on, including Flynn's little brother, Dave.
Caden and I sat together with our backs to a sweetly scented hay bale. Everyone riding was paired up, so Caden motioned Dave toward us and he settled in right between us.
"I think you're just using me to keep warm," he said, laughing.
"Well, you have to be good for something," I said.
He grinned and punched me lightly in the shoulder. Caden and I each wrapped an arm around him as the tractor began to pull away from the barn and down the hill. Trey and Zach sat with their girlfriends and Shawn and Paul snuggled together. The rest were still back in the barn.
"I'm glad Dave is with us," Trey said as the wagon slowly moved down the hill between the cornfields.
"Why?" Dave asked.
"In case we see the scarecrow."
"The scarecrow? We have a couple. I've seen them both."
"Not those scarecrows. This scarecrow walks the night. The Native American's who lived on your farm first sighted it long ago. It appeared every year on Halloween night. It was considered good luck, but also filled the parents of the tribe with great fear."
"Why?" Dave asked. "Why would they be afraid if the scarecrow was good luck?"
I could tell Trey was weaving one of his ghost stories, which were not to be missed. He had scared the crap out of me and others on more than one occasion with his eerie tales.
Dave was all ears as Trey continued speaking. Dave took the tale as history. The Native American's had lived on the Marshall Farm and he knew it well. The town of Chouteau, founded in 1857, is actually named after an Osage Indian Chief. Trey usually wove just enough fact into his stories to make them believable.
"The scarecrow was good luck for it would grant a good harvest, ensuring that no one went hungry for an entire year. For that favor it demanded a sacrifice of the youngest child of the tribe. When the scarecrow appeared, the child had to be handed over without hesitation or the crops would wither and die."
"What did the scarecrow do with the kid?" Dave asked fearfully.
I couldn't see his face, but I was willing to bet his eyes were wide.
"No one is sure, but as soon as a child was offered it was snatched up and quickly carried away. Sometimes, the villagers would hear a childish cry deep in the woods, but none of the children were ever seen again. Some believed the scarecrow ate them. Others believed they were transformed into scarecrows themselves to travel to other tribes. Still others believed that a far more horrible fate awaited the youngest member of the tribe."
Dave leaned back against Caden and me and I could feel him tremble. We hugged him close.
"What's that?" Zach asked with an edge of fear in his voice. "Something is coming out of the cornfield!"
"It's the scarecrow!" yelled Trey. "Quick, give him Dave!"
Zach and Trey lurched toward him. Dave screamed, turned and practically clawed me trying to get away until the laughter of Zach and Trey filled the wagon.
"That was cruel," said Michelle, Trey's girlfriend.
Trey and Zach kept laughing.
"I wasn't scared!" Dave proclaimed. "That was a great story!"
"See?" Trey said. "It wasn't so cruel. Dave loved it."
"Yeah!" Dave said, but he snuggled tightly against Caden and me and pulled our arms around him.
We held him tight.
"If the real scarecrow comes, let's feed him Zach and Trey," I whispered.
He giggled.
My heart slowed too normal. I knew Trey would end up screaming somewhere in his story, but no matter how prepared I was, the scream or shout always scared the crap out of me. This story in particular got to me. I couldn't help but peer into the darkness where I saw shaped moving. They were the phantoms of my imagination, but now and then one of then looked too much like a scarecrow.
The old tractor pulled the hay wagon down around the edge of one of the cornfields. A forest lay on the other side and the darkness under the trees was eerie. We traveled to the very end of the cornfield, then Mr. Marshall turned the tractor around and headed back the way we'd come. Whippoorwills, cicadas, and Bob Whites called out from the darkness. Some thought the countryside was empty, but it was filled with life.
I enjoyed snuggling in the hay with Caden. I loved being close to Dave too. He was everyone's little brother among our circle of friends. I doubted he'd ever have trouble with bullies at school. He had too many big brothers looking out for him.
As the wagon moseyed along between the cornfields someone growled loudly and a form suddenly lurched toward the wagon, and I just about pissed my pants. The scarecrow was gone as fast as it had appeared, but it gave us all a good fright. My heart pounded in my chest.
Caden and I looked at each other and he raised an eyebrow. This was obviously someone we knew dressed up to give us all an extra scare after Trey's tale.
The old wagon rolled along with plenty of bumps as we headed back to the barn. I was sufficiently spooked and I was glad I had Caden and Dave to hold onto. This was an awesome Halloween night!
A few minutes later, we were back at the barn. We all climbed off the wagon and stretched our legs.
"That was the coolest story, Trey," Dave said as he hopped down off the wagon.
"See, I knew all along he'd love it," Trey said to his girl.
She gave him an unconvinced glance, but he made puppy dog eyes at her until she smiled. Straight boys are so pathetic!
"Who was the scarecrow that jumped out at us?" Dave asked. "That was so cool!"
"I have no idea," Trey said, grinning.
"Come on! Who was it! You set it up!"
"No, I didn't. Maybe that was the real scarecrow."
Dave swallowed hard and hurried inside.
I pulled Trey to the side.
"That was kind of cool, Trey," I said. "Where did you get that story? Did you just make it up?"
"I made some of it up. I remember reading an American Indian legend about a scarecrow demanding a sacrifice not to curse the crops… or something like that. I don't even remember where or when I read it. It came to me a few nights ago when I was trying to come up with a story for tonight. Why?"
"Just curious," I said. "Who was the scarecrow tonight?"
He shrugged his shoulders.
"Come on, Trey. Really."
"I really don't know. Some of the guys knew I was working on a scarecrow story. Maybe one of them decided to have some fun with it."
I eyed him. He just grinned and walked back toward the barn.
It started sprinkling again and I followed Trey back toward the comfort and warmth of the barn. The rain soon pounded down on the roof, giving me a comfy and cozy feeling. I looked around trying to spot a scarecrow, but there was none in sight. One of my friends must have slipped away and changed costumes to give those of us on the hayride a good scare, but no one would admit to being the culprit.
The party went on for another two hours. Caden and I ate, talked, laughed, and danced. I loved being in a place where I was accepted. Not everyone at the party was gay, but those who weren't didn't have a problem with those of us who were. Chouteau was an unusually accepting place, but the Marshall Farm was the most accepting of all.
The rain had turned into a steady drizzle by the time Shawn, Paul, Steve, Dorian, Caden and I headed for the car a couple of hours later.
Shawn dropped Caden and me off at my place since it was raining. We hurried inside the little barn behind my parent's house.
Our barn was only half the size of the Marshall barn. Where there had once been horses and cows, dad's small vintage car collection resided. We climbed the stairs to the loft. I loved the wide-open space up there.
I pulled Peter Pan to me and kissed him deeply. He responded and our tongues entwined. I loved everything we did with each other, but making out could be the hottest and most intimate of all.
I have to admit that his costume was turning me on. I didn't have a Peter Pan fetish, but it added an exciting new dimension to our lovemaking. He seemed equally aroused by my zombie-goth costume.
He ripped my shirt over my head and licked my chest. He was feminine in some ways, but he could get very aggressive when we made love. Something awakened inside him when our clothes came off and the kitty turned into a tiger. I loved getting aggressive and I loved an aggressive partner.
We stripped each other. Soon, there was nothing left of his costume and only my spiked collar and makeup remained. We fell onto my bed, still making out.
I licked my way down his body and he began to squirm, whimper, and moan. He was a moaner and I loved it. I loved knowing I was making him feel so very good.
I engulfed him and felt his fingers running through my hair. His breath came hard and fast, but I knew when to back off to keep him from going over the edge. Sometimes we went at it for hours, taking each other to the edge again and again, until we just couldn't stand it anymore. Sometimes we had a quickie. Tonight was going to have to be on the quick side. It was already late and I had to get him home soon.
I pulled off when he began to writhe on the bed. He wasted not a second in exchanging places with me. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful.
He was talented, even though he was less experienced than me. I'm not saying I'm a slut, but I have been with a few guys and most of them over and over.
One of my former regulars, Easton Kinsley, wanted a three way with Caden and me, but I didn't know if I'd like that. Three ways are hot, but I didn't think I wanted to share my boyfriend. It didn't seem right to bring another guy into such an intimate part of our relationship.
Caden worked me into a writhing mass of pleasure, then reached for the bottle of lube that was sitting on my nightstand. I grinned.
"My turn," he said.
I knew what he wanted and I was ready.
He pulled my legs up over his shoulders and entered me carefully. I gasped, but I was ready for the pain. He was inexperienced, but gentle. He let me get used to the sensation, just as I had him a few nights before, and he pushed in deeper.
When I began to moan, he shifted into high gear and from then on, he was an animal; a sexy, moaning, groaning, beautiful animal doing what he was meant to do.
Some think sex is vulgar, but it is a completely natural act. It is part of what we were designed to do. To me, it was an intense, shared experience and it meant even more with Caden than it ever had with anyone else. When I did it with other guys, it was a way to make each other feel good and to satisfy a demanding physical need. With him it was even more. Having him actually inside me made me feel closer to him than ever before. It was as if we were one. I wondered if that's what sex isn't really all about, two becoming one. It was a feeling that persisted when the sex was over. The bond did not break.
I was amazed at his stamina and prowess in bed. I bet no one would have ever imagined he'd be such a tiger in the sack. They only saw the kitty, but I had experienced the transformation. There was much I loved about him, but his wildness in bed made our relationship that much more enjoyable and intense.
He kept going and going. He was dominant and masculine. I loved his aggressive side. Sweat ran down his slim, smooth torso, his breath came in gasps, and still he kept at it.
Him and I were so in synch that we both cut loose at the same time. I could feel him throbbing inside me and I made a sticky mess all over my abdomen. He collapsed on top of me, panting. He kissed me. I pushed his hair away from his face and grinned at him.
"That was incredible," I said.
"Really? It was my first time. I just followed my instincts. I wasn't too rough, was I? I felt like I was, but I couldn't stop myself."
"You were magnificent, and I love it rough! Damn, we've had some good first times here lately."
He grinned.
"Yeah, and I can't wait for the second and the third, and…" he laughed.
"I wish you could stay all night," I said.
"Me too."
I held him for a few minutes, but then we reluctantly got up and dressed. I drove him home and gave him a kiss just before he got out of the car. I drove back, showered, climbed into bed, and slept like a baby.
This had turned into the best Halloween of my life, even more fun than I had back when I was a kid trick or treating with my friends.
The End
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