THE MONTH OF TRICKS AND TREATS part 1 of 7

THE MONTH OF TRICKS AND TREATS part 1 of 7


"Tim, can you please come on over? I have to go to a party later, and I'm already dressed in costume."

"Why are you dressed up so early?"

"I had to take my little brother Teddy trick or treating. But now my parents have taken him to a party at the club."

Even though I was a guy, and she obviously wasn't, Sally Brown was my best friend, and had been since we were kids. A few months before we had turned eighteen, Sally's dad had won the lottery. Sally's folks had moved into a fancy ranch house on a new golf course miles out of town. They had insisted that Sally finish high school in private school, so we had to really scramble to see each other. Usually, that meant Sally driving into the city to visit me, since she had been given a car last birthday.

Tonight, however, was Halloween and to my shock, Sally had plans. She was going to a party. Without me. I was surprised at how this made my stomach churn, my heart sink.

I gulped, regaining my composure. To buy time, I nervously asked, "How was trick or treating?"

"Well, some old perv showed me his thingy."

"Yuck, what did he do?"

"He just came to the door in a ratty old bathrobe. When Teddy turned to leave, I was still holding the door. The perv just brushed the robe open with his hand. His thingy was drooping out just like his sweaty tongue. I tried not to look, but then I met him in the eye and he grinned at me and wet his lips. I felt like Little Red Riding Hood meeting the Big Bad Wolf, and you weren't there to be my brave Woodsman."

"Is that what you dressed up as?"

Sally laughed a deep belly laugh. Though she had long hair and a curvy figure, she was never afraid to be just one of the guys. "Not anywhere close. The party is a themed event, one of the kids at my new school is hosting. His parents are away, so he dared us to be really wild."

At the mention of this classmate, I again felt tense. "So, what are you?"

This time Sally's laugh was all girl, a series of rising soprano trills. "I'm not telling," she said, teasing. "You have to come over to see."

"So, what did you do after the old man showed you his ...." I paused, unsure what word to use.

"His dick?" Sally suggested. "You'd think a perv would be all hard and stuff when he flashes. But this guy had a wrinkled little thing, and it was just dangling there."

"How do you know it was little?" The question was out of my mouth before I thought about it. For years, Sally and I had talked about everything. Puberty hadn't changed that. We talked girly stuff when she needed makeup tips and football when it was the season. Since her move, however, it all felt a bit weird.

"Because I've seen how lumpy your pants get when there's a sex scene in a movie and felt how big it is when we took those dance classes before junior prom. I always wondered whether holding just any girl makes a boy that stiff. Or whether it was me especially doing it to you."

I was really glad at that moment we were talking on the phone, because if Sally had asked me that in person, my blush would have told her all she needed to know. I was speechless again, struggling with strange emotions. I wondered whether to risk my best friendship and tell Sally how I really felt. I did not dare tell her that I lay awake at night, my cock throbbing, until I learned that if I caressed the shaft just right, my balls would draw up tight to my groin. That I would picture her last summer, at her dad’s country club, climbing out of the pool, water droplets flying off her hair, her tanned skin glowing, her breasts bursting out of a teeny tiny bikini top.

Thinking of that would always make my hand stroke faster. My fingers would be clenched around my rod, the tips of my nails grazing the tender flesh of my scrotum at one end and the lap beneath my head at the other. It seldom took long before the slit at the end of my helmet would start gasping like a dying man in a dessert, as I imagined her full plum lips kissing the tip of my tool. Sleep would follow only after the explosion of goo. I usually drifted off imagining Sally licking me clean.

Suddenly, in the silence, I wondered if my best friend swallowed. In fact, whether she was still a virgin. Surely, she would have told me if she lost it. But then, she hadn't mentioned this party. If I had not called, I would never have known about it. We never went to Halloween parties. Those were for cool kids, and we had never been part of that crowd.

"Who's this guy having the party?" I stammered, asking possibly the worst question to break the silence.

"Oh, Chad. He's kind of cool. You'd like him. Not a typical private school rat at all. Seriously strange."

I wanted to ask just how strange, and how she knew, but wasn't sure I was ready for the answer. Despite my confusion, I was certain of one thing. My trusty penis was threatening to burst our of my zipper, and the only solution was to see Sally face to face, if only to see what she was wearing which had inspired the old perv.

"But I don't have a car." I said. "How will I get out there?"

This time, Sally's laugh was plain wicked. I wondered at that instance if she was dressed up as a sexy witch, a bustier pushing her plump boobs towards her chin, nipples threatening to pop loose knee-high boots and a cape over a short tight leather skirt.

Just the possibility almost made me come in my pants without even touching my aching organ.

"If you want to see me, I'm sure you'll find a way. But hurry. Chad said he locks the doors at midnight, so I haven't got all night."

The rush of confused emotions sent shivers through my spine. From there, it surged through my balls up my shaft. I had never felt so turned on, but so afraid. I was afraid that I was too excited by Sally as a female. I was afraid I would lose her as a friend. I was afraid she would lose it tonight with Chad, if she hadn't already. I was afraid that I would never get sex. I was afraid at trying sex with Sally and disappointing her. I was mostly afraid that I would come in my pants before I got to her house.

"I'll be there within an hour," I promised.

I raced out of the house after hanging up the phone, glad that my Mom and Dad had already left for whichever bar they were frequenting these days.

My alcoholic parents were a big reason why growing up an only child, I had wished that Sally was my sister. Now, it felt a bit like I was contemplating incest.

Instinctively, I ran over to the nearest busy intersection, and stuck out my thumb. Hitchhiking is a lost art, because of the risks, but Sally and I had frequently used this as a way to escape the confines of the trailer park, before she had escaped forever. I had never hitched alone before. As I stood in the chilly air, I realized that Halloween night might not be the smartest night to start. But I had promised Sally I would get to her house, and I sure didn't have cab fare.

A fancy convertible sports car slid to a shuddering stop inch’s, from my foot. Despite the season, the top was down. The driver was dressed as a ghost, white sheet flapping in the breeze. His date was dressed like a 1920s flapper girl. She was seated on the rear deck, her legs dangling over Casper's shoulders as she sipped straight from a mickey of gin. The nippy night, or the thrill ride had teased her nipples erect. They were threatening to pierce the flimsy fabric of her dress. As the driver spoke, I noticed that her lacy panties were clearly visible.

"Where you headed dude?" the ghost asked.

"West Grove Estates," I replied.

"Too bad I only give rides to strangers in costumes, then because I'm headed straight there." He laughed and roared off, his girl blowing me a mocking kiss as they vanished.

I stood shivering. There just wasn't much traffic on a Halloween evening. West Grove was at least a fifteen minute, drive away. My promise to be there in an hour seemed impossible to fulfill. I slumped, dejected. Still confused about why I felt so strongly, I feared more than ever losing Sally, and had to admit, it was not her friendship which I feared losing. Just to make matters worse, it started to rain, a damp drizzle which matched my mood perfectly.

To be continued