Author: wolfcub Title: Trick and Treat Summary: A pre-teen delinquent talks the straight-laced neighbor boy into trick-or-treating au naturel; a lonely young woman turns a trick, and the boys get an unexpected treat. Keywords: bb Fb+ 1st exhib slow "Don't be a wuss!" "I'm not a wuss! I just don't want to get caught." "We're not going to get caught! Stop being a pussy, and do something fun, for a change." Matthew and Tim weren't exactly friends. They were neighbors in an apartment complex with very few children. There were a few pre-schoolers and kindergarteners, as well as a few high-schoolers, but, at just twelve and almost thirteen, respectively, Matthew and Tim were the sole members of the 8- to 14-year-old population. This made them tolerate each other's company--most of the time. In Tim's eyes, Matthew was a punk. A snot-nosed brat who had no business talking to him the way he did. Even though they were only separated by ten months, Tim definitely saw Matthew as a younger kid who should be looking up to him. To Matthew, Tim was a goody two-shoes brain who spent too much time doing school work and not enough time skipping school to have fun. In fact, Tim never skipped school, and that, according to Matthew, was part of his problem. This didn't stop Matthew from getting Tim into the occasional trouble--or Tim from keeping Matthew out of a few bad scrapes. It just meant that they exercised their not-in-front-of-mother vocabulary even more than most boys their age. "I can have fun without getting involved in any of your dumb-ass schemes--and you do so get me caught." "That's only because you won't run when I tell you to--then you rat me out like a candy-ass. Stop rolling over and pissing on yourself, and grow some balls." "Everyone knows what a fucking little hoodlum you are. If I didn't tell, they'd still come knocking on your door." "If you'd resist, once in a while, you'd see how easy it is to get away with shit." Tim knew it was pointless to argue. He was going to go with Matthew, tonight, because the alternative was being stuck with his 6-year-old little sister and her pink princess costume. Matthew knew that Tim was coming with him even before they had started their conversation. Even though Tim was eight inches taller than he was, it was easy enough to twist his arm--verbally. Just as it was getting dark, Matthew and Tim were winding their way through the woods across from their apartments. Both boys were wearing the same ghoulish mask with flowing black hair. Tim was also wearing a black t-shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers; Matthew was in his official uniform: shorts--and nothing else. It would be well into winter before Matthew would don a sweatshirt, and long pants and shoes were reserved for school--even in winter. They reached the far edge of the woods, and Matthew stopped. "We'll leave our clothes, here. If someone sicks the cops on us, run straight for the ditch, then follow it back here--and make sure you keep your head down." Matthew had his shorts off before he finished giving Tim his instructions. "I don't know if this is such a good idea." "Quit whining like a pussy, and strip for fuck's sake!" Tim pulled his jeans down and tried to get them off over his shoes, which resulted in his falling. He kicked his shoes off, removed the jeans the rest of the way, then started to put the shoes back on. "What the fuck? You gotta take everything off, or it doesn't count!" "I don't go barefoot all the time like you do. I'll..." "I'll kick your ass if you don't get your fuckin' clothes off! You're not gonna wuss out on me, now." The mask hid Tim's burning red face as he dropped his sneakers and pulled off his socks. Matthew shook his head in disgust as Tim tried to pull his shirt off over his mask. He pulled Tim's mask off, helped him with his shirt, then unceremoniously pantsed him. "Put your mask back on! Now here's what we're going to do. We'll only hit two or three houses on each street. We'll pick the ones with no porch light, but with the house lights on or a fuckin' pumpkin out front--shit like that. That way, if anyone freaks on us, they'll think we're running away instead of going to the next house." The area they were in was a partially-developed subdivision with only about half the lots filled on each street. There were no street lights, so that gave the boys plenty of cover. "If you see a cop, run for the nearest house, cut through the back yard, then double back 'til you get to an empty lot. Cross the street and keep running. You have to get a couple blocks behind you before the cop rounds the corner. Head for the ditch, like I told you, and keep your head down the whole way. Easy peasy." Tim didn't want to think about the ditch because, when he did, he thought of snakes and alligators and all manner of unpleasantness. If the time came--when the time came--he was going to have to suck it up and ignore the thoughts. If he got caught on this one, he knew he'd be in some serious shit--with his parents and with Matthew. Even though Tim was bigger, deep inside he knew that Matthew could--and would--make good on his ass-kicking threats. Tim was so busy worrying that he was surprised to find himself with Matthew on the porch of the first house. Matthew knocked and gave a hearty, "Trick or treat?" He elbowed Tim, which elicited a feeble, "Trick or treat?" Matthew shook his head. A small, ancient woman with white hair answered the door. The pillow cases the boys had brought to carry the candy concealed their important parts, but it was still evident that they were naked. The old woman didn't seem bothered. "Hello, boys! Going as streakers, are we?" Tim tried to become invisible. Matthew stood tall, smiled, and said--so politely that it shocked Tim, "Yes, ma'am!" He had dropped the pillow case to his side, placing his full body in view. "That's nice!" she said, as she slowly handed out several candy bars to each boy. "You don't see that much, anymore. I was the oldest of six children, and when I was your age, I was doing the laundry and bathing my brothers. We used to go swimming at the lake. Of course, the girls wore bathing costumes, but the boys always went starkers. You don't see that, anymore." "No, ma'am!" Yes, ma'am? No, ma'am? What was Matthew trying to pull? Tim was confused--both by Matthew's behavior and the old lady's total acceptance of two naked boys trick-or-treating. He felt like yelling, "Hello? We're naked? Get it?" "Well, I'm sure you boys want to get going and make your rounds for the evening, but you stop by, sometime, during the day, and I'll tell you some stories that just might surprise you!" "Yes, ma'am! Good night, ma'am!" "Good night, boys! Be safe!" Tim was silent until they were two empty lots past the old lady's house. "Good night, ma'am? What the fuck was that?" "That was some kick-ass fun, that's what! That old biddy didn't even bat an eye! How cool was that?" "That was weird, dude! Freaky weird!" "Yeah, but who knows? I might take her up on her offer." "Say what?" "Old bitches like that will feed you cookies, and pie, and all kinds of shit like that if you sit there, smile, and act all polite. You gotta listen to them drone on about shit, but free pie is free pie!" Tim shook his head as they walked up to the next house. The mask and hair made if funny, which was not what Tim intended. "What the? Get outta here before I call the cops on you punks!" That was the response that Tim had been expecting. The middle-aged man who barked the words was obviously not impressed. Tim turned to go and realized that Matthew was already at the road, running fast--and laughing loudly. Tim took off after him. Matthew cut through the yard of a dark house, making his way over to the next block. "Thanks for waiting for me!" "What? You want me to hold your dick for you when you piss, too? What kind of dumb ass doesn't know when to run?" "Maybe we should go." "He's not gonna call the cops!" "He said he was!" "He's not gonna call the cops: It's too much trouble. Besides, even if he did, the cops aren't gonna come out here for some stupid kid's prank on Halloween--they'd be running around all night if they did that. See? I told you: we're not going to get caught." The next door was answered by a teenaged girl in shorty shorts and a spaghetti-strap top. Tim blushed. Matthew stood tall. "Hey, Darla! Come check this out!" Another girl appeared at the door in a long t-shirt. Tim wasn't sure what--if anything--she had on underneath. He nervously clutched his pillow case in front of him. Matthew held his at his side. "What's up, ladies?" "Not your little dinkies--BOYS," Darla said, much to the other girl's amusement. "Looking for a good time, ladies? My friend and I can hook you up!" "Maybe in another six years, fellas. We don't date ten-year-olds." "Hey! I'm twelve!" "Really?" Darla asked, glancing downward. "You look ten." "Ten inches--when it's hard!" "Uh, huh. What are you two little monsters doing running around the neighborhood naked? You're gonna scare the old ladies." "We've already met some of the old ladies. They thought we were cute!" "I'll bet! Well, stay away from the house with the Ford Explorer in the driveway," the other girl said as she passed out some candy. "The guy in the house with the big oak tree in the front yard will probably get off on you, though. I think he likes little boys." "Don't send them there, Stephie! You'll get them molested!" "It's Halloween! They're supposed to get a scare." "Maybe we could hang out with you two, for a little while," Matthew suggested, hopefully. "I don't think so, Don Juan. Get your little butts down the road before my parents get home--they're due any minute." With that, she closed the door in Matthew's face. "Let's try the Ford Explorer," Matthew suggested, cheerfully. "No way! You heard what she said!" "What did she say? She didn't say a damn thing." "No." "Okay, then we'll do the oak tree." "No!" Matthew stopped walking and turned to Tim. "One or the other, pussy boy. You're not going to wimp out on me!" Tim thought for a moment. Knowing Matthew, he had probably put his shorts in his pillow case and could don them at a moment's notice, leaving Tim to take the fall. He'd tell it that way, too. "Who? Me? I had my shorts on the whole time! Tim's the pervert." "Okay. The oak tree." Matthew laughed. "I bet you're hoping to get fiddled with, you little faggot. I bet the Explorer's just some blowhard. The oak tree's probably someone who blows hard." Matthew thoroughly amused himself. At the house with the oak tree, an old man dressed in baggy shorts and nothing else opened the door. Tim imagined he was some far-future version of Matthew. "Well, what do we have here? You boys lose something?" It was Matthew's laugh, exactly--with a bit of a smoker's hack tossed in. "We're streakers!" Matthew proudly announced, using the word he had heard the old lady use. It was new to him, but it must have something to do with being naked. "Well, you win the Best Costume prize for this evening," he proclaimed, and chunked two candy bars each into the boys' pillow cases. "Got a minute to pose for the papers?" Tim took off running. He saw the headlights of a car rounding the corner up ahead, took Matthew's earlier lead, and cut through someone's yard to the next block. Matthew caught him when he stopped on the next street over. He was laughing. "You need to chill out." "He was going to take our picture!" "No he wasn't, but even if he did, so what? We're wearing masks." "Yeah, and how long do you think it'd take the cops to find a short kid and a tall kid who hang out together?" "You're freakin' paranoid! They don't know who we are, and they don't know where to come looking for us. That's why we're over here instead of at our apartments. Lighten up!" "I still don't want someone taking my picture." "He wasn't going to show it to anyone. He was probably just gonna jerk off to it, or something. Hey! Check out the ghosts and shit in that yard. I bet they think that shit's scary. Let's go give them something to really be scared of!" More of that laughter. "Oh!" The young woman who answered the door--dressed as a witch--was startled, but she didn't scream, or slam the door, or threaten to call the cops. "Oh, my! Naked boys who show up at witches' houses are apt to get eaten, and you two look so yummy, I could just eat you both up right here on the porch!" Matthew played along, and for the first time, Tim wasn't petrified. "You can eat me up any time!" The woman chuckled. She stepped out on the porch and slowly circled the boys, examining them carefully. "My, my, my! You two would make a tasty treat. You! The tall one! Put that bag down, and let me have a good look at you." Matthew had to elbow Tim before he reluctantly lowered the pillow case to his side. "Tasty, indeed!" She began slowly unbuttoning her blouse. With each button, Tim's penis got a little bigger. By the time she pulled it back to expose her perfectly round breasts, Tim's penis was sticking straight up--all four inches of it. "Well, *someone's* happy to see me." She looked at Tim's stiff, slender penis, then shifted her glance accusingly to Matthew's still-limp noodle. Matthew had expected trouble; he hadn't expected this. He had talked about this, but he hadn't really expected this. If it had been light, and if Matthew hadn't been wearing a mask, Tim would have been astounded to see Matthew blush. "You've probably seen this before, huh? You need a little more to get it up?" She grabbed the hem of her skirt and started to pull it down. She got about two inches, then stopped. "Well, not out here." She turned around, stepped into the house a few feet, and came back with a large pot filled with candy. It had a sign attached to it that read, "Take as much as you like--if you dare!" She placed the pot on top of a small table that was on the porch, turned around, and went back inside, leaving the door open. After about ten seconds, she called from inside, "Well? Aren't you coming in?" Matthew and Tim looked at each other. The part of Tim's brain that was about to say that this was a bad idea, and they should leave, was left standing alone on the porch after he and Matthew hurried inside and closed the door behind them. The woman had taken her blouse all the way off and was gently caressing her own, naked breasts. "Take off the masks, and I'll take off my skirt." The masks were on the floor, laying next to the pillow cases before the woman could finish her cackle. The woman grabbed her skirt, again, pulled it down a few inches--very slowly--then turned around. She pulled it down a few inches more, then wiggled her hips at the boys. She then dropped her skirt to her ankles, stepped out of it, and turned around to display her fully-naked body. "Now I have your attention!" She nodded to Matthew's stiff five inches. "Isn't that cute? The big boy's the little boy, and the little boy's the big boy!" Matthew's penis was considerably longer and thicker than Tim's, and his testicles were larger and hung lower. Tim was too busy staring at the naked woman in front of him to notice. "Well, if we're going to be naked in front of each other, we at least ought to know each other's names. Mine's Renee." Tim swallowed hard. Surprisingly, he answered for them. "I'm Tim, and this is Matthew." "Well, Tim, I'm pretty sure you're a virgin, right?" Tim blushed. Renee walked over, placed a single finger on Tim's left shoulder, and slowly and gently traced a line through his nipples, to his other shoulder, and across his back as she walked behind him. She then stood behind Matthew, placed her hands on his shoulders, and peered over his head. "What about you, big boy? Have you used that monster before?" Matthew was starting to regain his bravado. "Don't you know it! It keeps the girls happy!" "No doubt! So, you must be a virgin, too." She walked around in front of Matthew and raised one eyebrow. Matthew blushed, then looked down at the floor. "Talk, talk, talk. I've known too many guys who can talk. I'm looking for some boys who can keep their mouths shut and do, do, do. What about you boys? Can you keep quiet?" Both boys nodded enthusiastically. "Well, I need a little insurance. I'll make you a deal: You do what I say--without complaining--and I'll see that you walk out of here with happy little pricks." Both boys nodded even more enthusiastically. Renee walked over to the sofa and picked up her phone from the coffee table. "Remember: No complaining!" She held her up phone and took a picture. Neither boy objected. "Now, you're not going to want to do what I'm about to ask you, but you have to do it without complaining. The deal is, you talk, I'll see that everyone at your school gets these next few pictures; you keep quiet, and the pictures stay our little secret. Got it?" Even more enthusiastic nodding. "All right. Turn towards each other, and give each other a nice, big, wet kiss on the lips." Matthew and Tim looked at each other. Each one wanted to do whatever it took to get what the woman was offering--even though neither of them was really quite sure what she was offering--but neither one of them wanted to admit it to the other. "Now, now! Do it, or go." Matthew didn't want to leave, and neither did Tim. They both rushed forward and awkwardly slobbered on each other. Renee giggled--and snapped a few shots. "Now... Let's see... Matthew, you go first. Kneel in front of Tim, and give his stiffy a good long suck." Matthew balked, but when Renee pointed to the door, he dropped to his knees and took Tim's penis into his mouth before he chickened out. A few more pictures, then it was Tim's turn. "Now, I think those pictures will safely keep the two of you quiet." Renee put her phone back on the coffee table, walked over between the two boys, took their hands, and led them back to her bedroom. "Tim, I think I'll do you, first, 'cause you have the skinnier prick. If I let Matthew go first, I might be too loose for you to fully enjoy it." She looked at Matthew and giggled. Renee laid back on the bed and spread her legs. "Come on, Tim. You know what to do, don't you?" Actually, Tim wasn't exactly sure what to do, but Renee guided him to the right place. He felt his penis slip into the warmest, wettest, most wonderful place he could ever imagine his penis being. His whole body shuddered. "You like that, huh?" Tim nodded. "Go slowly, at first." Tim wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to do slowly, but when he shifted position to try to get his penis a little further into that warm, wet, wonderful place, his body said, "Ah, ha!" and took over for him. Slowly lasted about three strokes, then he was humping Renee like a rabbit with a busy schedule. About twelve seconds later, he was pushing his toes against the bed, trying to climb all the way inside Renee as his penis went through the motions of delivering his non-existent sperm to her welcoming womb. In another eight seconds, he was collapsed on top of her, panting. Renee let him rest for a minute while she gently stroked his hair and smiled at the anxiously waiting Matthew. She then gave Tim a playful pat on the butt. "Okay, sweetie, give your friend a turn." Tim reluctantly rolled off Renee and laid beside her. Renee laughed out loud at the smile on his face. Matthew wasted no time climbing onto Renee. He stabbed at her, unsuccessfully, several times. Renee grabbed his dangling testicles and gave a firm squeeze. "Slow down, cowboy! Take it easy." She released his testicles, gently grasped his penis, and guided it to the correct spot. Matthew got about ten seconds of slow thrusts before he involuntarily quickened his pace. He got about another ten seconds at the faster pace before he lost all control and began mimicking Tim's jack rabbit thrusts. He managed about twenty seconds of this--accompanied by wild grunts--then another ten seconds or so with growling noises. Ten seconds of gasping moans, then he pushed hard, and his penis pulsed and bucked as it deposited a teaspoon of watery fluid into Renee's vagina. His penis continued twitching, even after there was no more fluid to deliver. When it stopped, he collapsed onto Renee, breathing hard. "Wow! That was a good one, wasn't it?" Renee laughed. She put one arm around Matthew. With the other arm, she pulled Tim closer to her, and cuddled with the two boys. Matthew's penis had softened very quickly, but it hadn't quite slipped out of Renee: the tip was still nestled in the folds of her labia. After a few minutes, she felt it begin to stiffen and push it's way back inside her. "Ready again so soon?" Matthew smiled. When he was fully stiff, he pushed himself up with his arms and began thrusting, again. This time, he was able to maintain a moderate, steady pace for almost two minutes before he pushed against her and released a tiny splash of watery fluid. Renee felt Tim's hard penis against her hip. She ran her fingers through Matthew's hair and smiled at him. "Give Tim another turn." Matthew propped himself up on his forearms and smiled back at Renee for a long time. He then looked over at Tim. Silently, he counted slowly to ten before moving aside. His penis was completely limp. Tim's penis was happy to be back in the warm, wet, wonderful place, but this time, Tim was able to maintain a slower pace. He lasted all of twenty seconds before his body stiffened, and his penis once again practiced the job for which the rest of his body was not yet ready. After lying with the spent boys for while, Renee looked over at the clock. "You two better high tail it for home--but don't forget where I live--and don't go telling your friends! There are two kinds of boys: those who talk about getting pussy, and those who get pussy. Got it?" Both boys nodded, then headed for the door. "Bags! Masks!" Renee shouted. The boys spun back around, donned their masks, picked up their pillow cases, then took off. They ran all the way back to where they had hidden Tim's clothes. Tim had been right: Matthew had had his shorts in his pillow case the whole time. When they got home, they found it was earlier than they had thought, but it was too late for Tim to go back out. Instead, he showered to get the sweat off his body and the muck and dirt off his feet, then went to bed early, wondering how soon he could visit Renee, again.