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Subject: Halloween Whore Chapter 3 “You think we could?” “We managed to do it one on one. Imagine how they’ll react when we approach them together.” “All of their co-workers will be at that party. We don’t want them to get fired.” “You and me, in a room full of firemen and police officers…and our two hot fathers…do you really want to miss Sunday’s party?” “All right. You go and shower,” Jake said, kissing Daniel’s nose. “I’ll pack the costumes.” “Hold up, big brother. We need to think this through. If we go home and just show up for their party, they’ll know it’s us under those masks.” Daniel reached for his phone. He called up the app they used to connect with their dads in the first place. He typed out a quick message. A minute later, he had a reply. He typed out another message. Another reply. He smiled as he typed out the second response. “We’re in!” Daniel said, sending back the smiley-emoji. “They said we’d be more than welcome at Sunday’s party — but we have to wear the costumes.” “I think I’m going to bust it just walking in the door,” Jake said, leaning down to kiss Daniel. “You know our dads aren’t going to keep it in their pants for very long once their bosses leave.” Daniel stood up and into his step-brother’s arms. “If what they told us about last year’s party is true, it’ll be us they’re passing around this year.” “We really are just big whores.” + Wendell and Michael walked their chiefs to the door of their home. After they opened the door, the two men stepped out onto the shallow porch. They breathed in the night air as their hosts stood in the doorway. The fire chief spoke first. “You know we don’t give a damn what you and the others get up to once we leave. We just feel like we’re out of place here, after a while.” He smiled. “You understand, right?” “But o’ course we do!” Wendell said. “Too bad, though. You miss out on all the fun stuff.” “No, I don’t. I just go home for my own brand of fun stuff. The wife makes sure my candy cane gets licked, same as your husband.” Wendell laughed. “Fair enough. Still, we’re glad you come for the PG-13 part.” The police chief pointed to the front window. “Who are those boys in the masks? The clown and the puppy, do you guys know them?” “Voluntary party favors,” Michael answered with a wink. “They answered an ad we put up on a kink site. We thought they were just one-timers but they messaged us last night wanting a repeat so we thought, what the hell?” “You gays are all just big horn-dogs.” The chief laughed. “Even the young ones!” “We’re also damned fine fire-fighters and police-people.” Wendell added. “That, you are. We’re heading out, guys. You all have fun!” “We will,” Wendell assured him, letting his left hand come to rest on Michael’s Lycra-covered ass. “Be safe on the drive home!” The two other men walked to their waiting car. The fire chief went around the front to get in while the police chief opened his door. At the front door of the house, Wendell leaned in to his husband’s right side and kissed his cheek. “You think those two ever get frisky with one another?” “Hand-job at the picnic last year,” Michael responded. “Most they ever do, I’m pretty sure. If it was more, somebody on the squad would be crowing about banging the chief.” “Damn shame,” Wendell said. “I’d bend the both of them over the hood.” “We both would.” “Let’s get back to our party. I’m sure it’s time to walk the puppy.” “Serious question, before we get back in there. Who do you think those boys are?” “I think they’re two horny fuckers who want to get their asses plowed by a hornier group of toned-up, beefed up, firefighters and police. Why the hell else would they come to this party?” “It doesn’t even interest you who they are, does it?” “Should it? They’re both here of their own free will. What does it matter who they are?” “It doesn’t, I guess. As long as the boys don’t find out. You know how they get when we start talking about the things we get up to at these parties.” “How about less talking and more getting-up-to, then?” Back in the living room, an officer pulled the last of the window blinds. Dressed in a pair of tight blue shorts, he blew the whistle around his neck. He touched the center of his chest, across which he’d written “LIFEGUARD” in permanent blue marker. “Rules are — if the puppy stops to sniff, then you gotta feed him your bone!” “What about the clown?” This question came from a tall firefighter working off his tight football pants to reveal a clean, worn jockstrap with a bulging front. “What’s he get for showing off that ass?” A beefy male in a black and red jockstrap and cape took firm hold of the clown’s exposed ass. “Let’s ask him. What do you say, funny-boy? What do you want out of all this?” Inside the mask, the clown’s muffled voice was low but audible. “Treat the Trick.” The caped firefighter smiled, exposing vampire teeth. “You heard him, men!” A raucous cheer went up in the living room as all nine men took up a space in the middle of the room. Wendell and Michael strode in just as the clown took up the puppy’s short chain leash. The two hosts took opposite spaces in the wide, loose ring of their co-workers. Dressed in a pair of white shorts and a sailor’s kerchief, Wendell smiled down at the puppy as it began its round. Across from him, Michael adjusted the Lycra micro-shorts with the Flash symbol on their front. His own superhero mask had not slipped all night but he thought of taking it off. Later. One thing Wendell was right about, the masks were hot and added something special to the night. The first stop the puppy made was in front of a dark-skinned police officer wearing a cowhide vest, some tight denim shorts and a pair of brown boots. The front of the puppy mask nudged the bulge in the shorts and he made a soft whining sound. “Cowboy up!” One of the men shouted. “Give the puppy a bone!” “I wanna clown around, myself,” the slender male next to Cowboy said. “What do you say? Wanna see what’s under my Big Top?” The man slid both hands around the large lump in the front of his red shorts. Intrigued, the clown dropped the leash and stepped toward the man. Bare hands glided up over a smooth chest, under the red suspenders to find the man’s pink nipples. The man had painted a red diamond over one eye and a black one over the other. He had a simple red dot on his nose to signify his own attempt at a Clown. He leaned in. The modified clown mask allowed the two males to share a long, deep kiss. “Oh, fuck yeah,” another officer said as the two clowns began making out. “I might need to get some of that, myself.” His own black and yellow shorts were bulging. The strap across his chest strained as he flexed sizable pecs. The two wings attached to the strap fluttered. “Who knew clowns had such great asses?” “Who knew bees had such impressive stingers?” Turning to his left, the man in the Bee costume hooked an arm around the shoulder of his fellow police officer. They shared a deep kiss, one with generous tongue. The Bee’s left hand teased the front of the red crop-top, just under the bright yellow izmit escort “R” in the black circle. This caused a groan. “You sure this isn’t going to get me into trouble, Boy Wonder?” The Bee asked, tugging on the nipple. “Wouldn’t want to get spanked by the Bat.” From behind the Robin mask, the officer’s eyes fluttered open. “We have an understanding. We play, but only when we’re together.” On the other side of the ring, the hairy bruiser in the Batman cowl and black jockstrap grinned. “My Robin comes home to the Bat-Pole.” He framed his impressive shaft with his gloved hands. “We’re all good with playing.” The puppy pulled off the head of an uncut cock, then wiped his mouth. Cum dripped from his bottom lip and onto his chest. He looked up and gave a happy-sounding yip. “Damn! Already, Cowboy?” A firefighter in a red jockstrap and fireman’s boots said. “He’s good!” “Fuck yeah, he is! That’s the fastest I’ve ever gotten off!” Going back down on his hands and knees, the puppy continued around the circle. He stopped in front of a husky male in a bulging white jock. The male wore tall white socks with two bright red bands at their tops and a battered pair of cleats. Rising up on his knees, the puppy ran his hands over the man’s firm, round stomach, enjoying the hair. “Batter up!” Another firefighter encouraged. “Puppy wants another bone!” The Baseball Player eased the puppy’s head forward, allowing him to sniff the jock. The puppy groaned and began a soft whimpering sound. There was more teasing, more rubbing of his nose in the damp jock. All the while, the puppy’s thick cock began drooling. After a few long licks of the jock’s front, the puppy nosed its side and the area in between the man’s thick thighs. The scent grew stronger as the man adjusted his stance. Another soft groan came from the puppy as his tongue began trying to taste the scented area. “Where the hell did you find these hotties?” A man in mouse ears and a bow-tie asked Michael. Gloved hands rubbed his own nipples. “They’re nicer than the cake you guys made and that’s saying something!” “Met them online.” Michael responded with a grin. “We gave them a test-drive before letting them come to the party, though.” “I’ll bet you did. Lucky fuckers. I wish I’d thought to bring party favors!” Michael’s hand went to the front of the man’s red shorts. “You did. You always do.” “How about after the puppy makes his rounds, you and me get down to playing Mouse?” “We could get a jump on it, if you want. Looks like he’s going to be a while in the batter’s cage.” Wendell watched Michael and his co-worker begin to kiss. The large ginger hooked the man to his left and pulled him into a tight hug. Without asking, he kissed the man while groping the front of his leopard-print loincloth. Wendell’s hand began working the full length of Tarzan’s vine as they made out. Batman and Robin came together with Bee in between them. The three of them began making out, then went to a nearby sofa to see where things led. Right behind them, Fireman and Cowboy engaged with one another. Clown and clown continued to make out with the larger man kneading and pulling at the younger’s firm, round ass. Not far away, the Player had begun feeding the puppy the first few inches of his thick, uncut bat. Wendell stroked Tarzan’s cock as they made out. The length of the thing swelled in his hand, drooling precum. They groaned against one another, the two of them lost in the happening of the moment. When the kiss broke, Tarzan was panting. “I don’t know what you do and don’t do but I’d love to have your mouth on me, right now.” Smiling, Wendell turned the man around so that he faced Michael. The ginger pulled aside the loincloth. Once Michael caught sight of what this revealed, he was on his way over. Mickey came along with him, dropping to his knees at the same time, at the same altar of uncut Tarzan cock. Wendell eased his hand into the cleft of the man’s cheeks, a curious thumb wanting to find a hole. Batman was on his knees on the couch. Robin and Bee were worshipping his beautiful dick, a curving piece of uncut meat that ran a small stream into the men’s mouths. Fireman and Cowboy had drifted over. While Cowboy and Batman made out, Fireman watched the action unfolding on the floor with the two clowns. Near them, Player chocked the puppy with his impressive shaft. “Ever had Charlie?” Fireman asked Batman. “We had him for New Years Eve two years back,” the hairy hero smiled, pushing Robin further down on his dick. “He smells nice! I mean, even right out of the shower, his crotch has a strong, masculine odor. No wonder the pup is eating it up.” “Whoever that kid is, he’s got some serious kinks going on. Scent-play, puppy-play, denial…he’s not even touched himself this whole time but he’s been hard as hell.” “I can’t wait for Wendell and Michael to get around to him.” Batman bent down to kiss Robin as Bee took over deep-throating duty. “I want a shot at the clown, though.” “Tight little ass,” the larger Clown said, bending over the boy’s body to slide a finger in between his cheeks. “We’re going to need to loosen you up.” “Please,” the smaller clown responded, resting his face on the man’s thigh. “I need it.” “I’ll bet you do.” Clown’s finger found its destination and eased inside. “You been sneaking into the lube, I see. You’re a ready little fuck.” Turning his head up, the younger plead with his eyes. Taking hold of the man’s shaft, he began to stroke him in time with the finger now in his ass. They established a dual rhythm, one that got faster when the man added a second finger. Tarzan felt the warm liquid squirt up into him. Leaning into Michael, he knew what came next. Wendell’s thick head tapped at his primed hole, waiting for him to reconsider. Once the ginger got going, it was far too late to stop him. In response, Tarzan let his head rest on Michael’s chest, then reached back to pull his cheeks apart. Underneath them, Mickey swallowed Tarzan’s dick and began bobbing. The head eased into Tarzan’s hole. Wendell watched it until it was halfway in, then let his eyes drift to where the clown was being fingered. He gave Clown a wink, a silent thank you for the prep. “Fuck, yes…” Robin sighed as Bee’s warm shaft slid into him. “Do my Boy Wonder right,” Batman coaxed as he stroked Robin’s face. “Cum up his sweet hole so we can feed Cowboy his treat!” Cowboy mouthed the Batpole while stroking Fireman. Bee began fucking Robin, not waiting for a second invitation to deliver all of what he offered. The men began working against one another for their mutual pleasure, all of them groaning or making some significant sound. “God, yes…harder,” Robin muttered. Reaching back, he pulled the thick-bodied Bee forward. “He can take it,” Batman assured the onlookers and the fucker. “Best of luck satisfying that slut-hole. My boy is bottomless when it comes to dick!” The men surrounding the impaled male put this to the test. Each of them took their turn, each of them pounding the Boy Wonder until they came. As Cowboy pulled out of the sloppy hole, a river of cum yahya kaptan escort ran out of the bottom’s used hole. The others fell against one another, some on the floor, some on the couch. Robin laid his head on Batman’s leg, catching his breath. “God, that was good.” Cowboy took a seat next to the dynamic duo. Robin leaned forward and began cleaning his cock. “You filthy pig,” Cowboy smiled, not stopping him. “Me? You catch what’s being done to my ass?” Bee’s mouth, now fastened to Robin’s used hole, worked to get everything pumped into it, out. At one point, his tongue delved so deep that the Boy Wonder began squirming. Precum of his own leaked onto Batman’s bare leg. It didn’t take much of this to make the younger boy begin to writhe, then to convulse. As Bee sucked on his tender asshole, Robin began cumming hard. He leaned into a kiss from Cowboy, who reached back to finger his worked opening. The tangle of different men dispersed as Bee and Robin began a threesome with Cowboy. Batman stood and wandered over to where Clown mouth-fucked the smaller clown. The two men began kissing. Soon, Clown and the Bat abandoned the boy to pursue their own sexploits. “Goddamn!” Player shouted, then. “This fucker is good!” Holding to the back of the puppy’s head, the larger male began unloading. Grunting like a beast, he emptied his balls into the younger male’s willing mouth. All the while, the puppy wagged his hips, his rounded ass pointed in a very specific direction. Wendell and Michael shared a kiss as they both finished in Tarzan. “I think it’s time,” Wendell said, already pushing down his white shorts. “Both of ’em are lookin’ sort of lonely and rather empty! I say we fill the lads up!” An odd sort of hush fell over the room as the hosts of the Halloween party disengaged from their friends and co-workers. Wendell strode over to where the clown knelt on the floor. Wearing nothing but his sailor’s kerchief, the brawny ginger took hold of the clown’s blue curly wig. He would have pulled it off had the clown not stopped him. “You’re really dedicated to the costume, aren’t you, lad?” Wendell said, sliding a hand under the boy’s chin. “All right — but you’re still going to suck my cock!” “Yes, sir,” the clown said, already moving the mask away from his mouth. From under the mask, Jake took in the fullness of the man’s beautiful cock. Every vein running up from the base, every pulse, every throb made his mouth water. Without using his hands, he brought the head down and into his mouth. The strong taste of precum washed over his tongue and he let out a long moan. Both hands went to the man’s muscular legs, then around to his firm ass. One curious finger slid into the hairy cleft of his cheeks. “Now, you’re getting bold,” Wendell told him with a chuckle. “Somebody get this lad some lube if he’s going to finger my ass while he blows me!” Before anyone could, Jake eased his mouth off the man’s cock and began snaking his tongue into the area his finger had gone. Surprised by this, Wendell brought one leg up and over the boy’s shoulder. His now-open hole received all of the boy’s tongue. Jake began licking, sucking, and chewing on the man’s tender flesh. One meaty hand slid to the back of Jake’s head. “You nasty fuck,” the man growled. “Get that tongue in there! Lick my sweaty hole, you whore!” Jake’s dick throbbed in the front of his jockstrap. The clown collar he wore did not stand between himself and the man’s pink hole. He drove his tongue as deep as he could, pleased by the growl of pleasure that came from the man. “Get that fucking tongue in there! Yeah!” On one couch, Batman settled into the center. Bee eased into the space beside him and began rubbing his nipples. Ever the good boy, Robin slid in between the man’s legs and started mouthing the Batpole. They all watched as Wendell had his thick ass rimmed by the clown. Michael pulled the puppy onto his back and spread his legs. The boy’s cock stood erect, long strands of clear liquid pouring from the head. Instead of attempting to see beyond the mask, he swiped at the stuff, then applied it to the boy’s hole. Glancing at Wendell, he enjoyed the blissful fluttering of the man’s eyes as the boy licked his asshole. Although the ginger would never admit it, he loved having his hole worked by a talented tongue more than anything. Even better than a blowjob. Tarzan sat on the floor, leaning against the opposite couch. Draped over his shoulders, Fireman’s beefy legs framed his head. Mickey sat on the other side of him, his face pressed into the scented crotch of Player. Clown and Cowboy lay on either end of the couch, both watching their hosts. “Get ’round here, boy,” Wendell growled, pulling away from the talented tongue. “Lay down next to your whore friend.” The puppy lay on his back, legs now draped over Michael’s muscular arms. The dark-skinned male lined his thick cock up with the boy’s exposed, glistening hole. Smiling, the man eased the head in. The boy flinched, sucked in air, but said nothing. “All I want to hear from you is, harder, faster, cum inside me, or a combination of these things. Got it, puppy?” Michael eased in more of himself and the boy whimpered. “Good pup.” Wendell positioned the clown on his back, as well, opposite the puppy. Kneeling down, he followed Michael’s lead, knowing they were going to be the center of attention for their guests. The puppy’s shoulder grazed his knee and he looked down. “You lads brought this on yourselves, coming back here…but I guess whores never get enough, now, do they?” Inside the mask, Daniel made a very canine-like sound of agreement. Almost the full length of Michael’s shaft had filled him and that was all he could manage. Words seemed to fail him as he felt the blunt head graze his prostate. Jake allowed himself to be manhandled, to be pulled tight against Wendell’s body and his legs pushed down to his chest. He let out his held breath as the man tapped his exposed hole. He felt the eyes of the other men on him, felt his own dick throb, felt the jockstrap hold his erection to his stomach. Through the mask, he watched Wendell get into position. Unlike before, the man took his time preparing the boy’s pink hole for his assault. A gentle thumb eased into him and began working him open. “They’ve fucked these little whores before, haven’t they?” Cowboy asked, stroking himself. “Seems like they’re pretty familiar with them.” Michael began a sawing rhythm, folding Daniel’s leg back toward his chest. He leaned in and pressed himself as tight as he could to the boy’s crotch. They both let out a soft sigh of satisfaction. Michael leaned in further and slipped a hand around Wendell’s neck. They shared a deep kiss. This elicited some wolf-whistles from their guests. Wendell eased into the clown as he kissed his husband. Michael’s mouth on his never failed to excite him, to rile him up, to make his already-hard dick harder. The deeper the kiss, the easier he slid into the clown. When Michael’s tongue grazed his own again, he had bottomed out in the boy. His thickness gebze escort caused the clown to gasp. “Ain’t your first time, whore,” Wendell chuckled, jostling his hips. “Don’t act like it is.” The man folded the boy’s legs in so his knees touched his chest. He pushed forward and began to increase the speed of his hips. The clown groaned. Wendell sighed as he set up a rhythm they both enjoyed. Man and boy drew closer as Wendell continued deep-fucking him. “Why don’t you let me see who’s under that mask, boy?” The ginger growled, nuzzling the boy’s neck. “Just give me a little hint.” Jake whined, putting a hand to the front of the mask. Wendell’s mouth continued along his neck, down under his chin, then along the other side of his face. All the while, the man’s hips kept delivering deep cock-strokes to his ass. “He’s finding his stride now,” Tarzan noted, standing. “Wendell’s going to drill that poor kid into the floor, for sure.” Michael eased back onto his heels while pulling the puppy up. Soon, Daniel was straddling the man and impaling himself on the thick shaft jutting from his crotch. This new position for the two of them brought Cowboy and Fireman off the couch. Batman and Robin came over to where Wendell all but covered the clown with his beefy body. They began stroking themselves as their co-worker sped up. With their chests pressed together, Wendell and the clown rubbed against one another as the man’s thick cock went in and out of the boy. They felt only the erotic friction of their own bodies, heard the slick slap of their own skin against one another. Jake brought his legs up, then pinned his knees against the man’s sides. Clenching on the outward strokes, the boy gasped as the man fell into him on the inward ones. The thickness opened him every time. “Kiss me,” the man growled, easing the mask up. “Slide your tongue in me again while I’m slidin’ my cock in your whore-ass!” “Yes, daddy,” Jake sighed, already pushing the mask up. “Oh, yes…keep giving me your cock!” Wendell felt a surge in his groin. Something about how the clown said ‘daddy’ did something to him he wasn’t expecting. The erotic surge that went through him caused his cock to swell even larger. Bringing his arms up, he framed the clown mask with them, blocking the face from onlookers. His thumbs slid under the chin portion of the mask. His cock jerked. He then brought the mask up a bit more until he could see the full, round lips. On the top lip, he noticed a very familiar dusting of red hair. “Holy…Jesus,” he muttered, his hips slowing. “Don’t,” Jake gasped. “Please don’t stop. Don’t stop what you’re doing, daddy.” The ginger man spread himself out on the boy’s body, covering as much of it as he could. He got in closet and eased the mask up a bit more. His and the boy’s eyes met. The same erotic surge inflated his cock even more. Jake groaned at the new size. “Keep doing it…keep fucking me, daddy.” Using just his arms, Wendell brought the boy’s legs out further still. Instead of slowing down or pulling out, he began to hammer himself into the tight hole. It thrilled him to hear the shocked gasp from the boy under him. It thrilled him even more to push every inch of himself into the boy each time he fell into him. His cock was throbbing, pulsing precum into the tight hole. He put one hand on the mask, pulling it back into place. His other hand took hold of the boy’s jock and pulled it aside. “This what you wanted?” Wendell asked, slamming into the boy. “Hard Halloween fuck? That why you and your ‘friend’ came back, tonight?” “Yes, SIR!” Jake almost screamed through the mask. “Fuck me, Sir! Fuck me hard!!” Wendell obliged. Rising up on his knees, he brought the boy’s body up by his ankles. The hard, thick slab of his cock slammed hard into the tight asshole gripping it. His own precum lubed their movement. Knowing who it was looking back at him through the eye-holes of the mask, the ginger man held nothing back. This knowledge kept his swollen cock going. “Close…” he muttered. “Fucking…close.” Tarzan, Batman, Robin and the others gathered around Wendell and the clown. All of them were stroking themselves, their eyes glued on the man and boy. The ginger did not slow down, did not take his eyes off the clown. He did, however, pull back the boy’s bright blue jockstrap to free his thick cock. From his angle, his glimpsed what the others could not — a hint of bright red hair crowning the boy’s cock. Thinking back, he realized this was why the boy insisted on wearing the jock the whole time. It was sexy enough but hid who he was. “You…fucking…whore…” Wendell growled, stretching the boy’s legs as far as he could. “Let’s give this whore…what he came for, men! Let’s TREAT this Halloween whore but good!” Jake’s entire body pulsed as the full length of hard cock went into him. He felt the insides of his thighs bruising with the beautiful beating the man gave him. He couldn’t form words. He could just make strangled sounds as his body was abused in the best way. Robin’s hands found his nipples. Batman straddled him and began raining cum down on his bare stomach. Bee and Cowboy began doing the same, both of them shooting their loads on his lower stomach. Wendell dropped back down on top of the boy. He pushed the mask up and covered Jake’s mouth with his own. Shoving his tongue into the boy’s mouth, he pumped his hips a few more times before his balls tightened and he began to cum. Fireman and Player shot next, both of them marking Wendell’s shoulders and Jake’s arms. Clown followed, some of his spunk landing in the middle of Wendell’s back. Michael and Mickey rounded out the sudden circle-jerk cummers. Michael aimed for the clown’s chest, scoring his shot as Wendell moved out of the way. The large ginger did not stop pumping his own load deep into Jake’s ass. “Fucking…whore,” the man growled, smiling down at the boy. “Filthy little cum-whore!” Holding back the boy’s legs, Wendell looked down to where his cock still plugged the pink hole. Around the edges, small trickles of cum ran out and down the boy’s firm cheeks. The same stuff oozed from the clown’s exposed shaft. The thick band of the jock kept his secret, the one only Wendell knew. Looking up, he saw the puppy trying to hide his own secret. The boy’s hard cock ached behind his hands. Smiling at the puppy, Wendell called him forward the way he would a real pup. “Might as well add yours,” he growled, holding out his hand. Daniel let Wendell position him. When he was straddling the clown, Daniel began stroking himself. Behind him, he felt a thick set of fingers slide up into his ass. Wendell’s face brushed against the side of his mask. “You boys didn’t have to go to all this trouble. Your dad and I would have fucked the two of you so hard you couldn’t walk — any day of the week.” The man’s low voice permeated the leather and what he said made Daniel’s whole body quake. “Fuck…oh, fuck…fuck, daddy…” “Damn right,” Wendell said, pulling the boy against him. “Daddy’s gonna use this ass any time he wants, now.” Michael dropped to his knees and pulled the clown’s head up between them. “We both are. You naughty little Halloween whores.” END Don’t forget to drop a quick nickel in the bucket guys! Without donations, you wouldn’t get excellent (FREE) content like fty/donate.html

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