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.