Halloween Fun

This is just something I made for a friend and decided to post it up here for every one. enjoy my late halloween gift. x3
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It was Halloween in the city. People in costumes walked around, laughing and drunk, high on sugar and other less wholesome things. In the slums it was no different. A dirty blond youth leaned against a brick wall and watched as people walked by. He looked around fifteen or so and was actually only about a year older than that. He wasn’t starved, but he was skinnier than would he considered healthy. His eyes were both cynical and light, giving the hazel color a unique impression on the people who would look at him.

He’d been saving up for this day. But he thought it was worth it. Tonight he got to dress as outlandish as he wanted and no one would question it.

He was wearing what looked like a black one piece bathing suit (meant for a girl of course) with fishnet stockings. Matching black ears sat on his head and a thick tail swung from his ass.

A pair of leather gloves with the fingers cut out and black leather thigh boots completed the outfit.

Looking up at a mounted clock he smiled, pushing away from the wall. He had an appointment to make.

The client had paid especially for him to visit on Halloween, to have Owen dressed as a kitty-cat. The boy smirked. Tonight he’d earn his dinner for the next month.

The house he’d directed to was nothing special, looking just like the rest on the street: a single story with a small front yard, and a porch with flaking white paint just big enough to set out some chairs.

The porch light was on, filling the night with a bright yellow/orange light.

Knocking at the door he waited, looking around.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the house and then the door was opened.

The man, -Owen didn’t know his name- was average in height, with brown hair and dull brown eyes. He looked like he got to the gym on occasion; just enough to keep him attractively slim. He wore a light blue button up shirt and loose jeans, bare feet.

Show Time.

Owen looked up at him and smiled, hands behind his back. “Trick or Treat. Got a lollipop I can suck Mister?” he asked, pulling at his bottom lip with his teeth. The man smiled and chuckled, opening the door wider. “Sure, right this way.”

Owen stepped into the house and smiled. A house over a door opened and Michel Jackson’s “Thriller” spilled out into the night along with a drunk couple dressed as Han Solo and Princess Leah from Star Wars.
The man closed the door and led Owen through a respectable looking home. No attempt had been made to decorate for the holiday.

Owen didn’t mind, or even care. He was here for business.

“In here.” He said, opened the door to his bedroom. Owen stepped inside and looked around. The room was a nice shade of dark green, with a four poster bed of some dark wood, the blanket and pillow were dark green too. “Is my lollipop in here?” he asked, turning to look at the man.

He smirked and motioned for Owen to get on the bed. The boy fought the urge to roll his eyes and crawled up on the bed. The blanket was as soft as it looked. Turning he smiled at him and rolled onto his back. “Oh, please stop teasing me mister, I wanna suck on [i]something[/i].” he whined.

He arched on the bed like a cat and stuck his finger in his mouth, moaning.

The man stepped up to the bed and unzipped his fly, pulling himself out. Owen wasn’t at all surprised to see that he was already half hard. “If you wanna suck on something so bad, why don’t you suck this?”

He smiled and flipped onto his tummy. “Oh my...” he licked his lips. He was face to face with the man’s prick and so flicked out his tongue to taste him. “Mmm... Is this all for me?” he asked cutely, looking up at him.

“Every inch.” The man promised.

Owen smirked and wrapped his lips around the head, sucking him and stabbing at the slit. He closed his eyes and sighed, shivering. He loved his job. He could suck cock for the rest of his life and be happy about it.

He started to bob his head, taking alittle more with each movement. The man above him moaned and placed his hand on the back of Owen’s head, encouraging him to take more.

Moaning around the flesh that filled his mouth Owen did so, feeling him bump against the back of his throat. He took one last deep breath before he let him slide down his throat.

The man’s breath hitched above him and he shuddered. “Oh fuck.” He muttered, hand tightening in Owen’s hair. “That’s right little boy, suck it good...”

Squirming on the bed, Owen had to pull back a moment later. Breathing through his nose he swirled his tongue around him, sucking hard.

Arching his back he wriggled his ass some. He wanted to reach between his own legs and take care of his growing erection, but didn’t just yet, not only would it distract him but it was part of the show that the Man had paid for.

Feeling him throbbing in his mouth he knew that he’d shoot soon. Taking what we could before he was pressed at the back of his throat, Owen held still. Not sucking, not moving. The man growled and tightened his hand in the sandy blond locks. “God-damn-it! Move!” He growled at the boy.

He gave a low pleading moan and Owen smirked to himself in his thoughts. Pushing body-hot saliva around the shaft he teased him before sucking on him hard, rubbing at his head with his tongue.

He gasped and gripped his hair harder for a moment, groaning out as he came into Owen’s mouth, then relaxing.

Drinking the hot jizz down, Owen pulled off of him and smiled his lips now red and passion bruised. “Mmmm... yummy.” He murmured, leaning back on his elbows. Licking his lips he squirmed some, bringing the man’s attention to the outline in the costume where his cock was pressed against it.

“Ngh, I’m so hard...” he murmured, squirming again and smoothing his hands down his stomach, lightly touching his straining cock. He didn’t have to fake the moan that came from him. “Mind if I...” he paused and licked his lips. “Treat myself?” Lame puns ahoy!

The man seemed to like it though, as he moved to sit down on the bed, forcing Owen to follow him to keep face to face. “Do it, touch yourself.”

Owen nodded and spread his legs wide, reaching between them. At the crotch were snap buttons that he quickly opened. He was naked under the cloth. Lifting the flimsy cloth up he exposed his balls and member to the other’s hungry eyes.

Touching himself infront of the man made him moan against softly. A delicious erotic thrill went through him as he slowly stroked himself, teasing them both with the light touches. As he startled to fondle his sac the man groaned.

He let another moan pass his lips and arched his back some. “Oh~” Closing his eyes Owen stroked himself faster, spreading his legs wider. A light blush blossomed in his cheeks when he opened his eyes again and found that the man was touching himself as well.

Smirking he stopped and sat up slowly. Reaching into his boot he drew out a small packet of lube. “I got a fun idea.” He murmured, crawling over to him and sitting on his lap. Feeling the others cock pressed against his own he moaned and bucked against him.

“What if, I get on my hand and knees, and you fuck me between the thighs?” he asked breathlessly. “That way we both have fun and no rules are broken.” He murmured, leaning in to press kissed to the mans neck. “Nngh... Sounds...like a good idea to me.” He murmured, groping Owen’s ass and pressing him closer.

Gasping he squirmed alitte, bucking his hips. His hands scrambled at the man’s shirt buttons, eventually just grabbing the cloth and pulling. His efforts were rewarded with access to the man’s chest. Smoothing his hands over it he smiled, slightly hairy, but not to much. Pressing kissed along his collar bone and down to one dusky nipple that he teased with lips and lightly with teeth.

He groaned and pushed Owen back on the bed. “Hands, knees, now.” He moaned out. Owen rolled up and did as told, holding his legs together and wriggling his ass. “Use the lube to make it smoother.” He murmured, lowering his chest to the bed.

The man snatched up the lube packet from the bed and opened it, smearing it on his dick in quick eager strokes. Gripping Owen’s hip with one hand he pushed his length into the tight space between his thighs and right under his cock.

Arching his back, the boy moaned. The man’s bigger member was rubbing against his as he thrust into that space between his legs. Gripping at the blanket he bit his lip, rocking with each thrust of the other’s.

The man leaned over him and started to nip at the back of his neck, making the boy shudder and cry out. “Ah~! Oh fuck...” he moaned squirming and arching his back more.

“Such a dirty little whore.” He man murmured into his ear. “You want my cock so bad don’t you?”

He was half tempted to make a smart remark but shrugged it off in the favor of maybe getting more cash. “Oh yeah~ I want it! Make me your bitch!” He panted and pushed back against him.

The man bit him harder and Owen cried out again. Fuck that HURT. The man sucked on it after and he knew that come morning he’d have one hell-of-a hickey.

Shivering as the man’s hands slid down his body Owen mewled as a nipple was found through the thin cloth and rubbed, lightly pinched. Breathing harder now, the boy bit his lip, squirming under him. “Ohfuckohfuckohfuck...” he murmured under his breath.

His nipple was tugged and pinched as the man thrust harder and faster.

Squirming with real pleasure, Owen moaned. “Oh god...!”

The man groaned and continued to assault the boy’s neck, roughly biting then licking the area. His hand never stopped playing with the nipple he’d found. Soon enough though he was thrusting harder and faster, moaning and arching his back ever so slightly. Owen knew the signs and moaned. “Oh god, please, I want your cum on me, I want it!” he cried out. He was rewarded with the man groaning and very nearly pounding him into the mattress.

Owen cried out, the friction on his cock almost burning but still amazingly pleasurable. Clawing at the sheets he held his legs together tighter. “Oooohhhh!!! I’m gonna cum~!!!” he cried.

The man moaned and bit him as he spilled his seed on Owen’s stomach and the sheets below, Owen soon adding to the mess. Letting himself fall on the bed, (he didn’t care about getting messy) the boy enjoyed the afterglow of his orgasm, not even minding the weight of the other male ontop of him.

After awhile though he had to get up. The man pointed him towards the bathroom as he got up and counted out the cash.

After he’d cleaned up as much as he could, Owen walked back out, looking much the same when he’d entered. There was a dark spot where he’d scrubbed the semen off but that would dry soon enough.

The man handed over the cash and watched as Owen counted it again and stuck it in his boot. Standing up again he grinned. “Thanks for the fun time, if you ever wanna play again you know where to find me.” He said as he walked out.

Stepping back out on the street he sighed and looked around.

God he loved Halloween.