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was not written to advocate sexual activity with minors. Agatha
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story codes: (mb, bb, group, oral, anal)
style: supernatural

"The boy that you loved is the man that you fear. Peel off all those
eyes and crawl into dark. You've poisoned all your children to
camouflage your scars. Pray unto the splinters. Pray unto your fear.
Pray your life was just a dream, the cut that never heals. The world
is in my hands. There's no one left to hear you. There's no one left
for you." - M.M.





A VERY SPECIAL HALLOWEEN    by DEBONAIR


CHAPTER 1.

   Hi boys and girls! It's time for the incredible tale of a little
boy named Arlo. A kid just like you maybe, who didn't believe anything
special happened on the night of the 31st of October. After all, he
already knew Santa was actually uncle Frank with a fake white beard.
And magic was something you could do with swift hands. Oh, poor Arlo,
the fool. 'What's so special about Halloween?' he mused. Hey, it's all
about getting free candy!

   And so, he stretched his legs, rousing from a good night of sleep
just like any other day. The sunshine beaming from in between the
blinds, traced long triangles on his pyjama-clad body. He wiped the
gunk at the corner of his green eyes and wiggled his toes. Like any
typical six-year-old, he sprung out of bed, his battery recharged
completely.

   The onset of a new day had him humming some silly tune. His
sleepwear quickly flew across the room, discarded as if it was litter.
He strolled naked to the drawers, idly scratching his pendulous
testicles. The sight of his morning boner brought a sly smile to
his lips. He selected a pair of white tube socks with red stripes and
put them on his little feet, then he jumped into his perfectly
bleached underoos. It was all he needed to protect his modesty in
front of his mommy and daddy.

   Before running to the breakfast table, he made a pit-stop at the
bathroom. Stray curls in his brown mop caught his attention in the
mirror. He flattened them and took his post in front of the ceramic
bowl. The flow of urine trickling from the circumcised head of his
penis relieved the ache in his bladder. For an instant, he toyed with
the undomesticated organ. A cool little morsel of hard flesh so
fascinating to touch and fondle.

  Soon, it shrivelled, going limp like a noodle. It was pointless to
play with it any longer, thus he raced to the kitchen to be greeted by
the tender caresses of his mother on his shoulders. His dad tousled
his hair. "Mornin' champ!" he said. "Do you want pancakes?" his
mother asked.

   Arlo nodded, swinging his legs under the chair, awaiting the meal.
The big plate in front of him woke his taste buds. He poured a coat of
syrup on the pile and attacked the spongy discs, patting his tummy in
the process. Something was odd however. He couldn't put his finger on
it. An eerie breeze tickled his bareback. Nothing like the usual Sunday
mornings. He glanced outside the patio doors and that's when he spotted him.
That man behind the fence, watching him with his binoculars. He had caught
the stranger spying on him before, while he splashed in the pool with his
pals. He glared at him, his blood turning cold.

   At first, the queer behaviour didn't bother him. But now, he
was frightened, disturbed by the big glassy eyes staring at his
half-naked form. "I'm not hungry anymore mom. Can I go play?"

"Yes dear. Just finish your milk first."


                                -=-


   The cold autumn air nipped at Arlo's bare thighs. He rubbed the
frozen skin below the hem of his skimpy red shorts and scanned up and
down the street for any sign of the creepy individual. As a burst of
courage engulfed his little heart, he dashed away from his secure
domicile, running madly to his destination.

   He crashed in the door of the white house at the end of the avenue
and rang the doorbell, rising on his tippy toes to reach it. The harsh
wind rigidified his podgy fingers. He stumped his feet on the cement
porch, studying wildly the deserted street, until the man finally
opened the door.

"Oh! Hello Arlo?" Jim Flanagan spoke softly, watching the child race
between his legs. "Are you in a hurry?"

"I'm scared! Somebody's after me!"

"Is it the aliens again?"

"Nooo. It's a man! He's spying on me!"

"Are you sure?"

"It's true!" the tyke reaffirmed, rolling his eyes in their sockets.

"Well, last time you said Mrs. Sorenson's dog was possessed by the
devil..." the man muttered, lifting the little boy off the ground
to sit him on his lap.

"It was!" Arlo giggled, wriggling in the comforting embrace of his old
friend. The adult removed his miniature sneakers and pulled on his
socks. His carpenter hands squeezed his boyfeet, warming up each teeny
toe. They roamed on his legs, caressing the icy flesh.

   Arlo smiled at the gentle host. He loved the way the
forty-two-year-old man held him tight. Not like his mommy and daddy.
It was different. The stranger never scolded him or told him what to
do. He touched him everywhere and kissed him everywhere too, even on
his butt!

   Jim was the coolest guy in the world. He was his second daddy. The
man with a handsome face and sporty looks exhilarated him. Whenever
they went to the mall on a spending spree, people thought he was a
movie star! Jim could make all the voices of the cartoons characters
and tell the most hilarious jokes.

"What disguise will you wear tonight kiddo?"

"I'm gonna be the Lion King!" the small lad cheered, eyeing the sweet
fingers massaging his groin.

"Uhmm. I know someone who has a stiffy!" Jim grinned.

"Yess!" the six-year-old squealed with gleeful abandon. With a natural
gesture, he slipped his shorts down to his knees, exhibiting the
naughty eleventh finger. The adult's paw quickly cupped his tender
balls. "You like that uh?" Jim asked, teasing the delicate erection.

"Suck it again! Suck my dick like the last time!" Arlo whined, bouncing on
the belly of his confident. Jim stood up, admiring the cherub a second,
before stealing his clothes. While the man finished undressing him, Arlo
relaxed. Unlike with other people, the idea of being naked with Jim didn't
upset him. When his underpants slipped off his feet, he placed his legs on
the arms of the lazy-boy, anticipating the first peck on his hard little
rod.

   The grandfather clock ticked in the corner of the living room,
guiding Jim's mouth on the child's bare form. With every second, he
went from one spot to the next, nibbling the tiny tits, licking
the cute bellybutton. The diminutive male was sexed-up, purring as his
head travelled on his undeveloped chest. He bathed the flesh around
the kid's genitals with his tongue. It was so smooth, devoid of any
hair, any smell but the fresh scent of clean boyishness. "Do it on my
pee-nis!" Arlo conjured.

   Jim threw a warm smile at the elf and swallowed his nutsack,
twirling each pea-sized ball around his oral cavity. "Hmmmm.. do my
dick too!" the first grader insisted excitedly. Without further
coaxing, Jim let the tip of his tongue dance on the two-inch bit.
He suckled the child penis amorously. It was hard as a peg of wood,
alive and twitching in the confines of his humid cavern.

   He gobbled up the entire package and suctioned it. The incessant
moans of the child were intoxicating. He marvelled at the kid's ease
to naturally accept his lurid exploration. How he surrendered himself
to the pleasure. It was a thing of infinite beauty, fuelling his
passion.

   He flipped Arlo on his stomach and kneaded the firm white melons,
parting them slowly to reveal the exquisite puckered anus he yearned
to deflower. The tyke's legs flailed as his tongue lapped up the
satiny crack. "You're licking my butt!" Arlo confirmed the
obvious, accompanying his statement with a flurry of high-pitched
giggles.

   The man's cock was hurting in his jeans. He let it spear out and
wedged it between the perky buttocks of his immature lover. The mounds
hugged it so deliciously. Arlo began squirming under him, rubbing his
adorable fanny on his gigantic sausage, enticed by its radiating heat.
Jim gripped his enormous pole and pressed it against the virgin ring,
just to feel its amazing tightness on the very tip of his helmet. How
could he even dream of plunging into that small boy? A gift from god
he should cherish and love. It would have to wait, until everything
was just right.

   He could imagine it however, taste it. The incomparable clasping of
the kid's asshole around his shaft as it vanished deep into his warm
rectum. An unholy merging. Just a man addicting a young boy to the
most subtle of all pleasures. He wondered how long it would take
before the boy crossed the threshold when pain fades away and all that
is left is the ecstasy of their union, the sheer joy of submission
when every thrust of his swollen fuckstick would make him
supplicate for more.

   That time will come soon he mumbled, diving on the boy's shithole
to drive his large oral instrument into it. Again, Arlo trashed on the
vinyl armchair, swimming in the blissful pool of new stimulations. Jim
probed the minuscule orifice, savouring the blend of soap and boyish
essence. The sounds of his squishy invasion had the kid laugh
wholeheartedly. He was bumping and grinding, lost in the frenzy of his
impending baby climax.

   Jim watched carefully the little demon humping his lazy-boy. The
child stiffened abruptly and his bumhole winked at him. The ultimate
compliment for his skilful oral ministrations.

"Did you get the tingles? Was it a good cum?"

"Yess." Arlo nodded, perching himself on the edge of the large
armchair.

"Do you wanna see me squirt?"

"Yup!" Arlo nodded again, crushing in his tiny fists, the tower
of flesh pointed in his direction.

"Lick it up!" Jim exclaimed. "That's it!" he encouraged, watching the
sweet tongue swirl around the bloated flesh, covering it with spittle
and his abundant pre-cum. The mix of fluids oozed down the laddie's
chin. "Uhhh, that feels really good Arlo!"

   Already, his seed was boiling at the base of his cock. The simple
vision of this six-year-old giving him a blowjob was enough to make
him cum a hundred times over. He petted the child's silky brown hair,
his eyes riveted on the pouty lips awkwardly sucking on his cockhead.
When the boy managed to fit the entire mushroom into his mouth, his
organ flared. The detonation of his orgasm fired up a volley of
burning sauce, flooding the kid's throat. His pulsing prick trembled,
shooting rope after rope of his massive load onto Arlo's button nose.
It was a party for the kid. He examined closely the intriguing result
with a wide smile, catching the greasy spurts on his face.

"I made a lot this time!" Jim commented.

"Yeah! That was fun!"


                                -=-


   Mary adjusted the disguise of her son in the living room, testing
the stitches of the lion costume. Over his shoulder, she watched
anxiously the anchorwoman recite the six o'clock news, her ears
ringing with the disturbing words:

"The search is still on for a child molester the authorities are calling
Night Predator. The man, who is believed to be a Rutger Valley
resident, has already made seven victims. Police officials stated
earlier today that they will be out in full force tonight and warned
parents to be extra careful..."

'Mommy, my back is itching!" Arlo complained.

"There." Mary muttered, scratching his fury back. For an instant, she
felt like hugging him. He looked so cute with his golden brown suit,
his painted face buried in a halo of frilly wool strands and
his long tail ending with a bushy ball of hair. "Do you think it's
safe with that guy out there?" she blurted out, glancing sideways at
her husband.

"Yup. He won't be alone honey. Jim's gonna chaperon him and a couple
more kids..."

"I wish I could go. We don't know anything about that man!"

"Jim? He's a nice guy. Don't worry so much! You see bad people
everywhere..."

"A mother's instinct is never wrong.." she snapped coldly, handing an
empty bag to her boy. "Now, don't eat any of the fruits and unwrapped
candy Arlo! And don't move ten feet away from the rest of the group. I
don't want you to be alone one second! You hear me?"

"Yes mommy. I promise." the little boy acquiesced nervously.


                                -=-


   Jim Flanagan rounded up the boys on the sidewalk. Besides precious
Arlo, there was the Russell brothers also, two spunky blond brats.
Mark, the nine-year-old, dressed as Anakin Skywalker, seemed to have
his heart set on doing mischief. An inclination he quickly attempted
to suppress. As for his kid brother Danny, the seven-year-old was quiet,
grasping shyly the plastic sword of his pirate attire.

   He explained the rules to the laddies and observed them from a
short distance as they began trick or treating from door to door,
their eyes illuminating with each new handful of goodies dropped at the
bottom of their bags. How he loved the little scamps. The way they
trotted cautiously to the houses decorated with sinister props;
tombstones, jack-o-lanterns and skeletons.

  It was a night created for boys, where their adventurous and curious
nature could soar. At one point, he patted Arlo's bottom, coaxing the
hesitant boy to go see the witch standing on her porch. The youngest
child responded well, facing his fear for the reward of sugary treats,
coming back with a triumphant smile.

"Look! There's a house on the hill over there!" Mark blurted out
suddenly, pointing his index across the darkened urban park.

"Yes, never seen it before!" Danny remarked.

"Let's go! There's a scarecrow with a pumpkin head. It looks huge,
they're probably giving away tons of chocolate bars!"

"I don't know guys." Jim declared solemnly. "Do you really wanna walk
all the way across the park only for one house?"

"Yess!" the three children cheered in unison, venturing already in the
uninviting patch of nature.

"I bet the night predator hides 'round here.." Mark whispered, bulging
his eyes out. "I heard he cuts little boys' testicles off and eats
them!"

"Testee-acles?" Arlo peeped.

"Your nuts!" Danny informed him.

"Is it true?" the youngster asked Jim sheepishly.

"Uh-uh! Nuts are very good!" the adult grinned devilishly.

   Arlo's mind reeled with the prospect of stumbling upon the dark
maniac behind one of the large elms. He trudged silently on the bed of
damp leaves, following Mark who was leading the way towards the
shimmering lights of the mysterious house on the hill. Crossing the
park was going to be a boring and exhausting trip he thought in his
head, especially on the account of the heavy bag of candy he was
carrying. Sweat was rolling on his tummy under the lion suit. His
eyelids were getting heavy too.

   The hoot of an owl had him pivoting in the middle of the tall
forest. Everywhere he looked, the inky darkness had spread its
majestic blanket. "Where's Jim?" he panicked, suddenly realizing his
adult companion was missing.

"Where's my little brother?" Mark seconded, his hazel eyes glimmering
in the moonlight. The older of the siblings surveyed the vicinity
bravely. "Come out! You're not scaring us!" he boasted in the night.
"I'll find you!"

   Arlo stared paralysed, as the older boy disappeared in the
obscurity. "Where are you going!? Don't go!" he yelled, totally
overwhelmed by the turn of events.

"Mark! Mark? Come back!"

   But as the echo of his voice melted, the soft breeze of the wind
in the branches was the only thing he could hear. Tears of terror
rolled on his rosy cheeks, ruining the thin whiskers drawn on each
side of his quivering lips. He was all alone now, exactly like his
mother had forbidden. It had taken only a few seconds. He was lost!

   His tiny heart pounded, threatening to jump out of his thorax. He
clutched the handles of the bag firmly, holding on to it as if it was
the key to his salvation. To add to his misery, he could sense a
presence surrounding him, craving for him. Some sort of malevolent
force scrutinizing him. A thick fog of genuine fright overtook his
body. All of a sudden, he noticed something moving in the shrubs. His
eyes disbelieved it. It was a hooded figure dressed in black from head
to toe, approaching like a panther, getting closer and closer, lurking
in the shadows.

   The whip of adrenalin lashed at his soul. He dashed away in the dark, his
throat trying to release the screams of help that were trapped there by
fear. 'please don't let him catch me!' he prayed, gasping for air, watching
the ground race under his little feet. A log made him crash to the mossy
floor, bruising his knees. Hundred pieces of candy, wrapped in colourful
paper, burst out of his bag like firecrackers on the fourth of July.

   From out of nowhere, big hands grasped him under the armpits,
hurling him at the starlit sky like a toy doll. Finally, a symphony of
shrill shrieks escaped his mouth. "ARRGH! ARGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH! HELP
ME! ARGGGHHHH!" he screamed, pleading for the nightmare to end. As he
let out his most ferocious yell, the stranger threw something in his
oesophagus. He choked on the pill, going dizzy at once, losing
consciousness. His whole body went limp. No matter how much he wanted
it to fight, it failed to struggle the powerful kidnapper because of
the ruthless effect of the drug. He allowed his sleepy eyes to close
and the sentence of the abductor resonated on his eardrums: "I'm
gonna eat you up little boy!"


                                -=-


   Arlo's limbs ached as he awoke on a bed with no sheets. He tried to
bolt up right away, but the handcuffs tied to his wrists restrained
him. The stench of urine coming from his crotch rose in his nostrils.
He gazed at the steely chains attached to the bedposts. The walls were
gray and gloomy. Aside from the large antique bed, there was
nothing else but him in there. The moon was glowing through the
window, making strange designs on the ceiling, scaring him. A sinking
feeling of defeat gnawed at his heart. He was so vulnerable, laying
there in his underoos, bound like a dog.

   Assuredly no one was going to save him now. The evil hooded monster
was going to get him! Just as he resigned himself to his fate, faint
pleadings sounded through the back wall. "Help me! Please.." the
squeaky voice chanted.

"Is that you Danny?"

"Yess.. help me Arlo!"

"I I I can't. I can't move!"

"Me neither! My wrists hurt.. come help me!"

"I CAN'T!" Arlo cried out, utterly discouraged by the situation.

   The thundering sound of the door flying open had his head spinning
one eighty degrees. "No.. please don't hurt me!" he sobbed, eyeing the
dark figure with a black robe advancing toward him.

   A muscular paw grabbed his ankle while another aimed a syringe to
his slender thigh. "Nooo. Don't do that!" he begged, in between his
screams of outrage. But the needle edged closer, piercing his skin to
deliver its content inside the vein. For an instant, a surge of wrath
overpowered him. He wanted to punch the man for stinging him. His eyes
roamed on the face of the unknown ghoul. It was all painted white and
razored with red marks like scars that had not healed. The sight
petrified him.

   Much to his surprise, his handcuffs were taken away and the
tormentor left the room. Arlo sniffed the tears of the brutal
encounter, rubbing the red dot on his thigh. He rose to his feet
tentatively, afraid the door would swing open again.

   Perhaps the window would be the gateway to his freedom? But as he
approached it, he assessed he was on the third floor. The darkened
park he had crossed was sprawled under his eyes. In the front yard,
the scarecrow with a pumpkin head was sitting on a chair, nagging him
with its menacing orange grin. He was inside the spooky house!

   The wooden floor creaked under his barefeet. He walked slowly
to the door and peeked outside at the corridor. No sign of the evil
man. Plaintive moans reminded him he was not alone. Following the
feeble cries, he found himself in the adjacent room with two boys,
shackled to the wall. The kid's nudity made him blush, more so as he
noticed they were sporting red swollen boners.

"Take them off.." Danny urged, straining against the metal fastenings.

"Hey kid, come here!" the other child called him. "Come on, please
touch my dick. Please squeeze it! Wank it!"

   Arlo surveyed the older boy twice his age. The redhead was in
some trance, breathing heavily, undulating on the wall. "Just a few
seconds, do it! Touch my dick!" he reiterated.

   Arlo extended his hand and grasped the hard purple penis. Within
a dozen flicks of the wrists, a fierce jet of semen splashed across
his forearm. The boy's groans of relief startled him. "Oh! Thank you!"
the twelve-year-old sighed. "Ohhhhh. Uhhhhhhhh. Do it again pleeze!
I'm horny again! Play with my..."

"NO! Do my thingy now! I need it bad." Danny interrupted.

"The key is on the hook there!" the older male divulged. "Unlock the
cuffs, so we can wank ourselves.."

   The sex-crazed boys frightened Arlo. He backed away instinctively
as they drooled and emitted inhuman wails, their lustful eyes boring
into him. "Quick!" Danny pressured on.

"Stop yelling at me!" Arlo retorted angrily. "See... I'm doing it" he
whined, picking up the key to liberate them. The boys inhaled deeply
upon being delivered.

"Let's go, we got to get away from here.." Arlo commanded.

"Not yet!" the lads sang, crumbling to the floor. Arlo watched in awe
as they gripped their erections and fisted them frantically. They were
animals, abusing their little cocks, growling in the night. The boys
joined forces and began sucking their willies in front of him. "Come
on guys! We don't have time... The bad man's gonna come back!" he
barked.

   His words fell on deaf ears. The young males were rolling
feverishly, slurping on each other's pricks, sucking their penises
like loonies. He had never seen Danny like this before. He wasn't the
same timid seven-year-old, tagging alongside his big brother. The
blond angel was bobbing his head like crazy on the twelve-year-old's
throbbing pecker. Sperm shot from the peehole right onto his pretty
face. But he continued servicing the engorged piece of flesh, licking
it, suckling it until it erupted again a minute later all over his
mug.

   Arlo paced around the obscene duo, catching an eyeful of all the
dirty action. The older lad was sliding his middle finger into Danny's
pink asshole and nibbling hungrily his set of hairless balls.
Meanwhile, the youngster was masturbating his partner with two hands,
milking out blast after blast of fresh boycream. Yelps of joy and
moans of relief filled Arlo's brain. He was going insane, unable to
comprehend the conduct of the possessed children.

"I'm going whether you're coming with me or not!" he set his foot
down. A twinge of guilt surfaced on his soul when he lurched out of
the room. But the thirst for freedom was stronger than the outcome of
two naughty rascals.



CHAPTER 2.

   Arlo ran in the corridors of the mansions seeking the exit. The
journey was never ending, until finally he stopped in front of a wall.
'Must have taken the wrong way?' he thought. But as he retraced his
footsteps, the confusing conclusion boggled his mind. There were no
stairs!? No way out!? Tears sprung to his green eyes again.

   For a brief moment, he cursed the damn house. A very brief moment
though, for new sensations travelled in his blood. Uncommon stirrings
whirled between his legs. A wave of tremendous heat flowed inside his
fifty-pound frame, eliciting uncontrollable howls of desperation from
his lungs. His boyhood swelled, tenting the front of his underwear.
"What's happening?" he cried out loud, falling to his knees. "Oh boy!
Oh boy!" he rambled, peeking under the waistband at his excited little
pricklet. It had never been so hard, so demanding of his immediate
attention.

   For the first time in his short life, he felt like the small dink
didn't belong to him. A bolt of pure lust had him shucking his undies.
He jigged on the hardwood floor, beating the weenie for all he was
worth, hoping to recover the control of his appendage. The rapid
orgasm made his legs shudder. He yelped loudly, mesmerized by the
intensity of his cum.

   For a few seconds, the appearance of normality triggered a sigh of
relief from his guts. Then the impulses returned, stronger than
before. He dashed away in the corridor, afraid his peter would explode
into a million pieces. "Oh boy! Oh boy!" he chanted, looking for the
exit, for someone who would tell him everything was going to be
all right.

   The music of a grand classical orchestra coming from behind closed
doors livened up his spirit. Perhaps, he had found the saviours? But as
he pushed the sculpted panels, the grotesque revelation drained the
colours of his face. Everywhere he looked in the candlelit room, naked
boys of all ages were fornicating. Dozens of them! Thousands of them
it seemed because of the gigantic mirrors plastered on the walls and
ceiling.

   In the middle of it all, on a king-sized bed, over towering
everything like a sacrificial altar, the bad man with a chalk white
face was crouched over a child. He recognized the boy as Mark. The
nine-year-old was grunting, stretched on his back, arms out flung, as
the bulky adult crushed him under his weight.

   His eyes drifted to their connected bodies. His chest began
heaving. The sight of the man's inflamed penis plowing into his
buddy's tiny bunghole provoked a tide of shivers up his spine. The big
adult thrust into the kid faster and harder. Mark's wails echoed
amidst the litany of moans. "Fuck me! YEAHHH FUCK ME!" he yelled.

   The couple convulsed before Arlo's eyes and the ghoulish face
of the man turned to him. He stared into the black eyes, suddenly
drawn to them.

"Come to me Arlo..."

   Our young hero watched his feet march on their own. On the bed, the
man was waiting for him, his slimy cock sticking out of his hairy
crotch. As much as he had despised the stranger, now all he wanted was
to be cuddled by him. He didn't know where he was anymore. All sorrows
and concerns in his little brain had vaporized.

   The man willed him, seduced him and began caressing his creamy
skin. Arlo's fragile mind was powerless to resist. He let himself
drown in the warmth of tactile heaven. As if he had been captured by
an octopus, he felt the sweet fingers brush every spot on his body at
the same time. The man's tentacles were squeezing him, loving him. A
wiggly tongue slithered between his asscheeks. Hungry lips sucked his
boydick, his titties and his earlobes. The room was spinning as he was
twisted upside down by the strong arms. Once in a while, he caught
flashes of the other boys there. They were fucking and sucking.

"Don't think my precious child." the man murmured. "Let it go.. just
feel it. Can you feel it?"

"Yess!" Arlo whined. "Make me cum pleeze!" he begged.

   The man's coarse hands toyed with his butt, squeezing his buns,
spanking them. They were separated and the valley explored. His pink
asshole was vibrant, resilient to the invading digits. A rush of
extreme fullness had him whimper. The man's rubbery penis was going
inside him! He could feel the knot enlarging his anus, eliciting
little shocks of pain and pleasure all around the ring.

   The violins resounded. His mind banished all notions of reality.
He turned his head and caught a glimpse of the nine-inch tube
penetrating him. It was veiny, fat and glistening, sandwiched there
between his small globes.

   Resting his ear on the mattress, he let it happen. The big organ
inched inside his rectum, until the man's wiry pubic hair brushed the
cleft of his bum. He came gloriously, biting his lips from the intense
bliss. The large penis began sliding inside his entrails. He gripped
the sheets, his muscles tensing up, his toes curling down.

"Ughhh! Uhhhh! Pleeze it's so big!" he complained.

   But the fuckstick pursued its plowing, going in the depths of
his belly. Again, he climaxed, collapsing like a newborn foal. The
thrusts became more frantic and sustained, rattling him. He tilted
his head backward, grunting with every savage lunge up his tight bottom.

"How does that feel Arlo?" the voice of the adult roared.

"It feels good! Please please, stick it all in my butt! Ooooo"

"I'm gonna FUCK you so hard baby!"

   The strong hands dug into Arlo's shoulders. He cooed incessantly,
feeling the huge pole jabbing his bowels, stretching his virgin
shithole to its limit. A bubble of mounting pleasure glowed between
his legs. It was growing, ballooning. His ass was on fire, his dick
tingling like crazy.

   The pace of the brutal sodomy reached unimaginable speed. "Ohh!
Ohh! Mister!" he cried out, glancing again at the slickened prong
splitting his six-year-old butt in two. The crescendo of the
screeching violins peaked.

   As the man's hot discharge erupted deep in his guts, his whole
body convulsed. Again and again, his pricklet quaked. Great tides of
electric pleasure saturated his nervous system. "Annngh! Annngh!" he
lamented, sobbing like a wounded rodent.

   The multiple orgasms were coming and going and coming back again.
Even after the steely nine-inch hose had ejected his chute, the
aftershocks were still smacking jolts into his muscles. He panted
quietly on his tummy, touching with his short fingers the gaping hole
between his round cheeks.

   The interlude was short-lived. A young boy dragged him off the bed
by his ankles. He fell into the group of horny kids. One of them
forced his hard-on down his throat and he scowled at him. The kid
grasped his brown hair and fucked his face roughly. Renewed waves of
arousal changed his disposition. He looked up at the boy and clamped
his lips on his shaft.

   Other children cavorted around them. He could see their dicks from
the corner of his eyes. Long cocks, hairy pricks, and small weenies. He
wanted to suck them all, to taste them in his mouth. The humid knob of
a teenager grazed his sore asshole from behind. He shut his eyes to
savour the feel of the hot piece of flesh invading his insides. It
snaked into him, filling the void that had been there after his first
fuck. The lads shoved their pricks into his two holes, taking him at
both ends. A third child crawled under him to suck his boner.

   The wet lips siphoned his boner like a vacuum. He groaned loudly,
his small body at the mercy of those unknown boys. The cock in
his ass was pounding away, thrusting him forward on the meat stick
lodged in his oral tunnel. An explosion of ecstasy raced through his
boner. The boys' orgasms occurred soon after. They ejaculated inside
him, filling up his mouth and his ass.

   For a while, he rested on the floor. The insatiable need for more
action was still there, growing by the second. He cut a sidelong
glance at a pre-teen blondie and presented his red-rimmed bumhole for
the taking. The child accepted the invitation, mounting him at once to
bury his hard-on into his backside. The ten-year-old rabbitfucked him
from the start, bouncing on his round buttocks, his balls slapping
vigorously.

   Arlo drooled on the floor, sucking in all the pleasure of the
kiddy rod travelling inside his rectum. They came together, with
operatic yelps of joy. From then on, Arlo stopped taking notice of
the boys around him. There was always one, sucking his pee-pee or
wiping his asshole with a wet tongue. He had no energy left nor any
inclination of defending his small body.

   The crazy lads inserted their dicks in his mouth and up his bum. He
found himself twisted like a pretzel, taking those hot boycocks deep
into him. Teenagers rolled him in a ball and rammed their huge poles
ball deep into his butt. He floated from one overdose of pleasure to
the next. It felt like his tiny anus was large like a crater on the
moon. And all that sperm clinging to him like a glue. Bigger dollops
oozing down his face, down his asscrack, between his legs.

   A parade of enraged young males came to him. He howled with them
as they fucked him. Evil flames of pure lust burned in their eyes.
They crammed their rigid cocks into his little behind and he loved it.
He wanted it. He wanted all of them to sodomize him.

   As a teenager unloaded a gallon of balljuice all over his face, his
vision blurred. The white goo shot in his tired eyes. He licked up the
salty substance from his lips and passed out.


                                -=-


   Jim Flanagan pulled the front door ajar. "Oh, Arlo! I'm so glad
to see you!" he exulted, hugging the pint-sized boy. "Your mom said
she found you asleep on the porch. Are you ok buddy?"

"I'm okay." Arlo nodded, with a questioning expression of disapproval
on his mug.

"I I I slipped on something and hit my head on a rock." Jim felt the
need to explain. "After that I couldn't find you or the Russells.
Where were you? You should have gone home immediately!" he pointed out
with a stern tone.

"I don't remember.." Arlo shrugged his shoulders. The thoughts were
all tangled in his mind. "I was inside the house on the hill... there
was all kind of stuff happening..."

"What kind of stuff?"

"Sex stuff..."

"You probably dreamed all this last night. Halloween does this to
little boys." Jim tried to reassure him. "What was going on in your
dream?"

"There was a bad man and other boys and they were doing sex stuff with
me?.."

"So was it a bad dream or a good dream?"

"A good dream I guess..." Arlo whispered, staring at the tip of his
running shoes. "It was real. I know it was real!" he hollered
suddenly. The ache in his bones was clear proof of it.

"Lemme grab a coat and we'll go see who lives in that evil house."
Jim smiled broadly.

   Together they strolled across the park once again. Squirrels were
chasing each other around the tall trees. Yellow and red leaves
hurtled to the ground. Jim squeezed the tyke's little hand, whistling
in the sun. "I know you can't recall much Arlo.. but would you say you
had a fun Halloween night?" he asked.

   The six-year-old raised his chin and presented his gap-toothed
grin. "Yes! It was cool and scary!"

"Even in your dream?"

"It was true! I know it!" Arlo snarled.

"Check in your back pocket." The adult commanded wryly, out of the
blue.

   Arlo slipped his hand in the pouch of his Osh Kosh blue jeans and
showed it back to the man. It was empty.

"Check again kiddo!"

   Once more, the little boy repeated the demand, pondering the
purpose of the stupid game. This time however, he fetched a shiny gold
coin, which he held in the pit of his palm. "WOW!"

"You see Arlo. Sometimes, we can't see the things that are there. And
sometimes, we see things that were never there..."

   The dense forest began to clear in front of them. They climbed the
slope that led atop the hill. Just over a steep embankment, Arlo's
eyes bugged out. "Where's the house?" he exclaimed, scanning the
horizon. The absence of the sinister mansion left him dumbfounded.

   He walked amidst the scattered foliage, kicking a pebble. The only
thing there was the scarecrow. The rotting pumpkin head stared back at
him with its menacing orange grin. "I know it was here!" he insisted,
locking his hands on his waist to punctuate the seriousness of his
allegation. "But now it's gone?!"

"Isn't that special?" Jim snickered. "Does it really matter if it was
here or not?" he added, kneeling in the morning dew to look the kid
straight in his green eyes.

"Nah!" Arlo squeaked. He wrapped his little arms around his old pal's
neck and hugged him very hard. The man's overnight beard tickled his
cheek and he chuckled. Everything was going to be all right. Odd things
only happen on that specific evening.

   He disengaged from the loving embrace, suddenly aware of a greasy
substance he had picked up on the nape of Jim's neck. And as he looked
furtively at the smears of white make-up on his stubby fingers, he
realized he had been wrong. A wicked smile broke on his lips. The fun
of Halloween would indeed happen all year long. This he was sure of,
as long as Jim was his best friend in the whole wide world.



   Well, that's it boys and girls! Don't forget to check in the closet
before you slip under the covers. But whomever you find there, do not
be scared! It might be that special magic man with a nine-inch cock,
who can fill your pocket full of gold coins...

..........................................................BOO!

THE END