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## Dad's Trick, Dad's Treat

Date: Fri, 2 Nov 2012 22:19:29 -0400
From: kentthewriter <kentthewriter@gmail.com>
Subject: Dad's Trick, Dad's Treat

Hey Guys. Kent here. I really wanted to write a nice Halloween story, so
this is what came out of me. It's not my best work, but I wrote it in one
sitting, so keep that in mind! If you like this story, PLEASE get in
touch. I love hearing from fans. You can email me at
KentTheWriter@gmail.com or IM me on Yahoo chat at KentTheWriter.

Also, check out my other story, which has MUCH better plot and character
development, The Epidemic (warning, it has younger boys in it):
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/the-epidemic/

I also have another story similar to this one here:
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/what-i-learned-from-dad/

Or you can read my stories that are a bit too crazy for Nifty here (more
younger boys):
http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Dirk_Carlor/

Happy reading!


Dad's Trick, Dad's Treat

I could tell it was a different kind of party the moment I walked through
the door. The music was loud, the lights were dark, and it smelled like the
high school locker room after we won a game. But that last part didn't
disgust me � it made me rock hard.

Right inside the front door was a staircase, and sitting on the bottom step
was a man wearing an astronaut helmet. He was completely naked, except for
orange and black streamers which he had wrapped around his lithe, lean
body. Oh and of course, like me, he sported a massive hard on.

"Clothes off," he said through the helmet.

My stomach dropped instantly, even though I knew it was coming. The
invitation that had somehow gotten into my school bag told me it was a
nude, anonymous party full of hot guys. It had appeared two months ago, and
it took me a long, LONG time to work up the courage to go. I didn't want
anyone to know I was gay � I'd only been with girls up until that
point. But I wanted to fuck a man's ass so badly, I couldn't turn it
down. It sounded like the perfect opportunity.

And if they guys were anything like this God sitting on the stairs, then I
had made the right choice. Still, my fingers trembled as I pulled my
t-shirt over my head, then started to unbuckle my jeans. They fell to the
floor, and I pulled down my briefs. I let my big cock flop out, and stood
there with my hands on my hips. I knew I looked fucking good, and had a
beautiful cock, and I wasn't ashamed to show it, despite my nervousness.

The astronaut just stared at me silently, jerking his cock a bit. Then he
got up and went to a closet underneath the stairs. He came back moments
later with a pair of black plastic glasses that was taped in the middle, a
black marker, and a bowtie.

"You're gonna be a nerd for the night," he said, thrusting the stuff at me.

I looked down and instantly decided I wanted to leave. "The flyer said I
would get a mask. This stuff won't hide my face at all!"

"Listen, kid. You're real hot and all, but that doesn't mean you can break
the rules. You did visit the website and read the rules, right?" He sounded
pissed.

"Uh...yeah..." I had read the rules. There were so many, though, and I
wasn't much of a reader. I couldn't remember.

"Well the rules say that once you're assigned a costume there's no
changing. Now put those on."

"Fuck this. Give me my clothes." I started to reach for the clothes, but
the man was faster than me and scooped them up, holding them above his
head.

"No, no, no. Rule number 34: Once your clothes are off, they stay off until
you're told to leave."

Fuck. What had I gotten myself into? If there was anybody upstairs that I
knew, I was going to be totally fucked. But I couldn't exactly leave this
party bare-assed naked�that would definitely get me noticed. What the
hell was I gonna do?

I didn't have much choice, so I put on the stupid bow tie and
glasses. "What this for?" I asked, holding up the marker.

The Astronaut stepped forward and took it from my hands, uncapped it, then
drew a few dots on my cheeks. Nerdy freckles. I looked ridiculous, juding
by my reflection in the Austronaut's helmet.

"Now, get the fuck upstairs. The party's started without you, slut."

***

I forced myself not to jack off for two weeks before the party, but it was
so fucking hard. I knew I'd be getting the best Halloween candy of a
lifetime�my son's pure, untouched, virginal jock ass�and I could
barely wait. But like a good daddy, I wanted my son to have an amazing
first time, so I decided to save up my cock juice for him. He would get the
load of a lifetime.

I'm a big cummer, always have been, which may explain why I created such a
fucking stud of a son. Not that I'm that bad myself. At 46 I've got a
killer body a lot of guys half my age would kill for. Not small and smooth
like my son's frame, but big, solid and hairy. We were gonna look beautiful
together.

It had taken so long to set all this up, and I was going to make sure it
was worth every second, because who knew if I'd get the chance to do my kid
again? In fact, odds were that it would ruin our relationship for ever if I
did everything my evil mind was planning, so I wanted things to go
perfectly. That's why I had scoped out the house years in advance,
installed the cameras, handpicked the pary guests and costumes. My son
would think that everything was accidental, and I wasn't sure if I ever
wanted him to find out the truth: that his dear old dad was the man behind
the curtain. Or, as it were, mask in this situation.

I even recruited that nerdy kid from his school, the one my son was always
calling a fag and a sissy. When that kid, Henry, had told me that my son
was a fag after I fucked his tiny little ass one night, I just about lost
my shit. It made me fuck the nerd all over again, despite his protests, but
months later he forgave me when I told him of my plan. I guess he saw it as
revenge on years of torment from my jock son, but I just saw it as an
opportunity to nail the hottest ass in town, even if it was one I had
created.

Henry and I spent a lot of time picking out the costumes. He knew right
away what he wanted to be � a hockey player. The kid was skinny and fit,
but by no means built like my son, who really was a hockey player. But I
guess since my son was always picking on Henry for being a weakling, he
thought it'd be funny to use my kid while wearing a hockey mask and jersey.

I had a harder time picking out my costume. I wanted something that would
connect with my son, something that would make him think. I really wanted
to get inside his head, so that if he did end up never wanting to talk to
me again, I'd still be there in the back of his mind. I wanted him to
remember what I did, even if we said goodbye for good after I carried out
my plan.

But when we were in the back of the Halloween store and I laid eyes on the
mask, I knew it was perfect. It was a terrifying clown mask with big bushy
red hair and a scary, even, yellow grin. My son had been afraid of clowns
since he was a little boy and I took him to the circus. He didn't know I
knew this, but sometimes when I was watching him sleep and jerking off in
his doorway, I'd hear him call out about a scary clown that was tormenting
his nightmares. It usually made me cum.

***

Holy shit, these guys are FUCKING HOT! I thought to myself, then
immediately was embarrassed by the thought. I was a straight guy, just
experimenting, so I shouldn't be having such faggy thoughts. But honestly,
I now figured out why I had been invited in such a stealthy way. Whoever
created this guest list only invited TOTAL studs, and judging by a quick
glance in the room, they all had amazing cocks.

I kept my head down, nervously pushing up my nerd glasses. My cock was
still hard, and the astronaut downstairs had been nice enough to give me
back my briefs. But it wasn't doing much, since my long, fat cock was
sticking out the leg of my briefs. But I would have to get over my
embarrassment of having guys see me naked if I wanted to pound my first man
ass.

Scanning the room, I noticed lots of hot and creative costumes. There was a
prisoner with the mask from Silence of the Lambs, a black guy with a huge
cock wearing a Barack Obama mask, a hulking hairy guy in a roaring bear
mask, a skinny, pale guy with a green monster face on, and a really fucking
hot, hairy man in a scary clown mask. Fuck. I hated clowns. But I had to
admit, his thick and long meat, already dripping wet, was the hottest in
the room.

How come all these guys got to cover their faces, but I had just lame
glasses and freckles to conceal my identity? As I looked around the room, I
noticed that I was the only one who didn't have a mask or something else
covering my face. What the fuck?

I also noticed that everyone was staring at me. Shit. Well, what could I
do? I was here to fuck, and was so fucking horny that my dick would
explode. I had been in situations like this before � a bunch of hot
girls looking at me as I scanned the bar. All I had to do was pick out the
hottest one and go for it, and the ass would be mine. Sounds cocky, but I'm
just that hot, even dressed as a silly nerd.

I looked around the room, seeking out the most prime pussy for me to
fuck. There was a smooth, muscular in a Zombie mask wearing tight, ripped
jean shorts and nothing else, and his ass made me feel like a Zombie
myself, I wanted to bite into it so bad. There was Wearwolf (just a mask
and scary, furry claw-gloves) with a fat cock that would look nice while he
bounced on my dick. A sexy, young cowboy about my age with a bandana pulled
over his face wore ass-less chaps that revealed the ass of a lifetime.

I went up to the Cowboy first. I put my hand on his ass and squeezed. "Nice
ass, Cowboy," I said in his ear. Not my most creative pickup line, but I
figured it would work. I was wrong. He slapped his hand away and barked,
"TOP ONLY!" at me, then turned back to the guy he was dancing with. Ouch.

A little wounded, I turned to the Zombie. "Mind if eat you out after you
eat my brains?" I asked, but I got the same reaction. "TOP ONLY."

I moved on to the Werewolf, and just growled gently in his ear. He flat out
punched me hard in the arm and told me to fuck off.

What gives? Did the idiot who set up this party only invite asshole tops?
Where was the prime ass that was promised on the flyer?

And then I noticed it from across the room. It was hanging out from
underneath a hockey jersey. It was small, tight, pale and toned�ideal. I
always fantasized about putting my big fat cock in a real small guy's ass,
and that was the one I wanted. I would get that ass, no matter what it
took. I had to have it.

I adjusted my cock so more than half of it was visible down the side of my
muscular thigh and made my way past the guests to the Hockey Player across
the room. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the creepy fucking
clown was watching me and jerking off. I'd be so into him if he just took
that mask off�it was giving me the creeps.

***

I couldn't believe how hot my son looked. I had been skeptical of the idea
that he dress as a nerd, but Henry had been adament, and it was fucking
genius. His ripped body made him the hottest nerd I've ever seen, and his
cock�jesus! He takes after his papa, I guess.

I hate to admit it, but I got a real kick out of the look he gave me as I
watched him cross the room, stroking my dick. I could tell the mask was
working wonders on his dumb mind. Don't get me wrong, I love my son (REALLY
love him) but he was never the brightest. It's a good thing he's so fucking
studly.

I was shocked that he was falling right into my trap, but I have to admit
Henry does have the nicest ass (aside from my own boy's). That's why I
picked him out that day when I was at the school for parent-teacher
conferences. The nerd had been waiting after class to do some extra work,
and I saw him giving me the eye. I spunked his ass for the first time right
there in the Boys bathroom, him bent over a urinal as I pounded away. It
became a ritual for us, though we always found new places to fuck. Our
favorite was in my son's room while he was at hockey practice.

And now my son was going over to him, just as we had hoped. The thought of
what was gonna happen next made me almost blow my big, fat load all over
the floor. But I had to be good. I had to wait until my moment and let
Henry the Nerd-Turned-Hockey-Player make things happen.

***

"Hey�you have a fucking hot ass. Let me fuck it," it was direct, but I
didn't get punched in the arm this time, so I figured it was an
improvement. The guy turned around and looked at me through his hockey
mask. He had bright blue eyes that looked almost familiar, but I figured I
was just freaking myself out. He had quite the cock on him, at least 9
inches and thick too. I guessed he was the third biggest in the room. I was
second, at a good 10 inches, but whoever that clown guy was had almost a
foot of cock to him.

"I don't know, dude. You're hot and all, but I don't usually let guys fuck
me."

"It'll be good, I promise. I'm a pro," I said, using my sexiest voice.

The guy took a step closer to me and grabbed my cock. I let out an
involuntary moan as he squeezed my throbbing monster. "How bad do you want
it?" he asked.

"So fucking bad. Hottest ass in the room. And I'm kinda dying to get out
here. Let me fuck that ass so I can leave. Please?" I felt stupid begging,
but his ass had some sorta control over me.

"Hmmm...I dunno. I think we should have a little Halloween fun first."

Yes! It was working. A big smile crossed my face, pushing my glasses up a
bit. "Like what."

The Hockey Player put his fingers on my lips. "I wanna see this mouth on a
cock."

I pulled his hand away quickly. "No fucking way, I'm not a cocksucker! Fuck
this!"

The Hockey Player looked at me, and I could tell he was smiling, even
though I couldn't see his mouth. Then he stepped back and started to walk
away. I followed.

"Wait, come on! Please! I want your ass so bad." His ass really did have
some power over me. Usually I would want to beat the shit out of someone
who suggested I was a cocksucker, but I'd never want to beat up a stud with
an ass like that.

"You know the deal. It's an easy trade, your cock goes in my ass after a
cock goes in your mouth."

"I�I�"

"Just for a second," he said. "Just put it in and let me look at you suck
for 10 seconds, then you can pull it out. No harm done, right?"

I sighed. I guess he had a point. It was just flesh, right? For 10 seconds,
I could handle it. "All right. Which guy?"

The Hockey Player scanned the room, then pointed to the Werewolf. By this
time, we had pretty much everyone's attention, and though the music was
still palying, no one was talking.

I took a deep breath and started back across the room. Everyone sorta
cleared out to the edges, watching me approach the guy in the Werewolf
mask. FUCK! I had no mask, and now everyone was about to watch me go down
on a dude. Was it really worth it? I looked back to the Hockey Player, who
was turned away from me, showing his ass. Yes, it was worth it.

***

I watched my son approach the Werewolf. The kid looked like he was gonna be
sick, but he was being brave. He walked to the center of the room and
looked at the man in the mask. The guy just growled at him, put his claws
on the kid's shoulder, and pushed my son to his knees. My cock throbbed
seeing my boy take the position, and a big drop of precum basically shot
out of my cock. It was going so perfectly.

"Let's all count to 10 for him, shall we?" Henry said from behind his
hockey mask. The guys all cheered and agreed, and my son turned bright
pink.

The big cock bobbed in front of his face. Werewolf had a REALLY thick
member, it was going to be tough to get it down the kid's throat, but it
would happen. My son took a deep breath, then slowly opened his mouth.

BAM�I had front row tickets to see my son taste his first dick.

"10...9...8..."

Would it happen? I knew this guy said it was like clockwork, but could
Werewolf really pull it off? He was pushing himself into my son's face,
making the kid gag as he took more inches than he expected.

"7...6...5..."

Shit! It was going down the kid's throat � I could see the thick thing!
How was my son deepthroating already? I guess he didn't have much of a
choice, with those Werewolf claws on the back of his head and pulling.

"4...3...2..."

Just when I thought there was no way Werewolf would pull it off like he
promised me he could. It was the whole reason he had gotten an invitation,
been invited to play such a crucial role in my son's turning. But then he
showed me. He did it.

Just as we all screamed one, he clamped onto my son's head, threw back his
own head, and let out a monstrous howl like a real Werewolf. And that's
when I saw it�cum dripping down my son's mouth. Fuck! He did it! In 10
seconds he had managed to start jazzing into my son's mouth, and he wasn't
letting go. White sperm was dripping out of the straight boy's cheeks and
down his body, soaking his briefs. The kid looked pissed, but he couldn't
get off that big cock. And I saw the slut's Adam's apple moving, so I knew
hew a swallowing it. EXCELLENT!

***

I pushed myself off him and spit onto the ground, then gagged a few
times. By the time I got up, he was already gone and disappearing down the
staircase. "WHAT THE FUCK!" I roared, and looked around at all the men
laughing at me. Didn't they care? Some stranger had just jazzed down my
throat with no warning! FUCK!

I was pissed and fuming, but calmed down a bit when the Hockey Player
approached me. Even he was laughing.

"It's not fucking funny," I barked at him.

"Sorry, but you did look hot. I loved it. OK, now you only have to do one
more thing before you get my ass."

"You said I just had to put my mouth on a cock. I did it, so I want your
ass NOW."

"What's the fun in that? I had a thought while you were sucking that I'd
like to see something else..."

"If it's another cock, forget it. I'm never doing that again."

"No...I want to see you eat ass."

I almost gagged when he said it. Fucking an ass was one thing, but putting
my mouth on one? NEVER! That was disgusting.

"No. Fucking. Way."

He turned around and showed me his ass again. Jesus, what was it about his
round cheeks and smooth skin that got to me so badly? "Which guy."

The Hockey Player looked around the room, then pointed at the big hairy
bear. The worst possible choice.

"HIM?? NO WAY! How about the Cowboy or Zombie? At least someone with a hot
ass?"

The Hockey Player just shook his head and pointed at the bear guy
again. Once again, I didn't have much of a choice.

***

I wish I had a better vocabulary. Then I could tell you how it feels to
watch your only son get on his knees in front of some stranger's big,
round, hairy ass, pull it apart with his muscular hands, and hesitate for a
few seconds, staring right at the hairy hole, before he dives in face
first.

The bear grunted and groaned as he felt my kid's tongue lap at his
hole. The kid was doing a good job, licking up and down the crack, then
settling on the hole and probing it with his pink tongue. All the while he
had a pained, disgusted look on his face, but he did it.

It only lasted for a few seconds, because soon, the Bear turned around,
grabbed my son's head, pointed his cock in his face and blew his load. Once
again my son called out in shock as a stranger's jizz coated his adorable,
disgusted face.

"GOD STOP! LET ME UP! MMMFFF!" He said, quickly realizing that talking was
going to get him cum in the mouth. The bear just held him in place as he
covered the kids face, then he took off just as fast as the Werewolf had.

I watched the kid stand up in shock and horror (how appropriate for
Halloween) with white cum dripping down his face.

"SOMEONE GIVE ME A PAPER TOWEL!"

Everyone just stared at him. Then Henry spoke up. "I don't think we have
any...and I don't think anyone wants to give you their costume."

My stupid son started to panic, not realizing that he himself was still
wearing briefs that would easily mop up the cum. Instead, he wiped it up
with his hands, then wiped his hands on his body, effectively covering
himself in quickly drying jizz. He even wiped his glasses on his abs.

Now, I consider myself a genius, to orchestrate a night as elaborate as
this. But sometimes I wonder if my wife cheated one, because my boy is far
from a genius. He's just about dumb as a sack of bricks. If it weren't for
our nearly identical cocks and our ability to get pussy whenever we wanted,
you'd never know we were related.

***

I forgot about how disgusted I was to be covered in some stranger's cum
when I got over to that hot ass of the Hockey Player. He pulled me over,
turnedh is back to me, and arched his back, showcasing the hottest ass I'd
ever seen.

"Finger it," he ordered me.

I didn't have to be told twice�I was dying to feel it and get my mind
off the taste of hairy stranger-hole that was still lingering on my tongue.

I put my middle finger in my mouth and sucked it, getting it wet with spit,
then reached forward and found that hot little hole and pushed my way
in. Damn it was tight�if this guy had ever been fucked, it had been a
while. And it felt so fucking good, I felt precum slip out of my cock had
and dribble down my thigh.

"You like that?" he asked.

"FUCK YES!" I shouted. "Now let me fuck it."

"Hmmm..." he said, and my stomach dropped. Hmm wasn't an invitation to
plunge my cock into his ass, and I didn't like the way this guy thought.

"I want you to get fucked."

I ripped my finger out of his hole and made my way for the door. NO WAY. I
had sucked a man's cock, had a stranger's jizz forcibly shot down my
throat, buried my face in two hairy, muscular cheeks and made out with a
stranger's ass hole, then took his cum too. THAT WAS ENOUGH GAY SHIT FOR
ME. No way was I going to let my ass anywhere near a cock.

But then, as I got to the door, the Astronaut was there, arms crossed,
blocking my exit.  He looked ready to fight. "You weren't told to leave,"
he said.

"Get the fuck out of my way. I made a big mistake coming here!" I said.

"You have no idea," said a voice from behind me. I turned around and found
myself face to face with that fucking scary clown.

And as the Clown put his big hands on my shoulder, I knew I was in big
trouble.

***

Fuck it. This was taking too long. It was time to speed things up. If I
didn't get my cock buried into my son's guts pronto, I was gonna have to
waste my load on the floor. And I wasn't carrying this burden of a load
around in my nuts for two weeks for nothing.

"You heard the man," I barked at my son. I used a low, gruff voice�like
Christian Bale in Batman�so the kid wouldn't know it was his own pop
ordering around.

My son was just staring at me, his eyes wide in fear, as he looked up and
down my body. You better believe that his eyes focused on my cock, too, and
I saw the pupils dilate as he looked at his father's massive tool. I
decided that was enough consent for me. I needed to fuck him hard, fuck him
good, fuck him deep, and give him my cum, whether he liked it or not.

"You're gonna get fucked, and I'm gonna do the fucking. You understand?" I
said to my son as I led him back to the center of the room. As we were
crossing the threshhold into the center of the room, I had a flashback.

My son was five on Halloween night, dressed as Spiderman. We had been
trick-or-treating when out of nowhere, some kids drove by and threw eggs at
us. One hit my little boy right in the head, and the runny yolk ran down
over his costume.

He got real upset, started crying, which always made me upset. So I took
off running after the car, and actually caught up. At an intersection I
managed to pull out the kid who had thrown the eggs, and gave him such a
beating right there in front of all the trick-or-treaters. But he had hurt
my son, and he deserved it.

How, then, had the tables turned so much? Now, instead of wanting to
protect my sun from harm, I wanted to inflict harm on him. Now, instead of
attacking boys for hurting him, I wanted to attack his ass with my
foot-long fuckstick. Now, instead of trying to stop his tears, I want to
see him cry while he takes a way-too-hard pounding.

Funny how people change.

***

I felt like I was gonna shit my pants. This terrfying man, much bigger than
me, wearing a fucking SCARY clown mask, was telling me he was gonna fuck me
with his 12-inch dong.

The REALLY scary part, though, was how I immediately felt powerless when he
touched me. Something about his voice, his hands, his words�just WHO he
was made me obey. I don't know why, don't ask me to explain it, but I knew
that when he was in control of me, I didn't have a choice but to go along
with what was gonna happen.

And what was gonna happen was, I was gonna get fucked.

To my surprise, and the surprise of everyone in the room, the Clown led me
back through the party and to a door in the back of the room. My heart sank
when I saw what was inside. Just a dirty mattress, some wooden boards, and
chains.

The Clown flicked off the light in the room, and then flicked another
switch to turn on black lights. The room glowed in an eerie, scary blue,
and the lights made it clear just how dirty that mattress was.

The rest of the men crowded into the room as the Clown threw me down on the
mattress. Somehow he looked even bigger, scarier than he had just a moment
ago. Before I knew what was going on, he, the Hockey Player and the
Astronaut were chaining me to the boards behind the mattress. I was chained
there like Jesus on the cross, with just my glasses and bowtie to protect
me.

Then, to my surprise, the Hockey Player came over and straddled me, then
started lowering his ass toward my cock. He got closer and closer, and I
realized he was gonna ride me.

"Fuck yes!" I screamed out as I felt his cheeks part, and his hole came to
rest on my thick, throbbing cockhead.

"First, you get fucked," he said, then stood up. I nearly blew my load.

"Please...just let me fuck you and then we can go. I'll do anything, just
untie me! Please!"

It was useless. The Astronaut took my right foot, and the Hockey Player
took my left, wrangling me into position. I kicked as best I could, but
they were surprisingly strong, and I was freaking terrified. This was the
scariest haunted house I had ever been to!

And it got a whole lot scarier when the Clown stepped forward from the
cloud, tugging at the thick weapon he called a cock.

***

I dropped to my knees and looked at my boy's wriggling hole. Fuck, it was
gonna be a tight squeeze.

As I spit on my cock and rubbed it in, getting it lubed well enough for
what was gonna be a painful fuck no matter what, I wondered when it would
be best to reveal my true identity. Right now, before I slipped it into
him? Once I got the head in? As soon as I was full hilt? Mid pound? Who was
to say. I figured I would let the moment guide me.

I scooted forward toward my kid, rubbing my cock with spit. My mouth was a
little dry, so I couldn't get it quite as wet as I think my son would want,
but it would have to do.

God his ass was so beautiful all spread open for me like that. Does it make
me a bad father that his kicking and protesting only made me harder? I
ligned my baseball-sized cockhead up to his hole, and was just about to
enter when he shouted out.

"WAIT! WAIT PLEASE! DON'T...JUST DON'T MAKE ME CUM??"

"What?" I said with a laugh. Don't make him cum? What kind of request was
that.

"I�if I cum, I won't be able to get it up again to fuck his ass. And
that's what all this is for."

That made me laugh even harder. "We'll see about that," I said in my crazy
clown voice, and then popped my head into him.

***

I went blind. Totally blind. That's what they mean when they say blinding
pain�it actually blinds you. I had never felt anything like it in my
life. I think I even blacked out for a minute, but when I came to, I was
screaming. Loud. Not quite loud enough to drown out the laughs and cheers
of the costumed men watching, but still really loud.

It didn't deter this evil, sick clown, However, He just kept pushing,
pushing, pushing more of his cock into me.  At some point, I felt it hit a
wall, and I was thankful that he couldn't push anymore. It hurt so much, I
just wanted the pain to be over.

"Hold on tight," he said in that scary clown voice again. God, there was
something so familiar about it. I really hope I didn't know this guy�if
anyone found out I was gay...

Then he pushed, and something popped inside me, but he was able to keep
going. And keep going he did�moaning in that scary voice as he went,
inch by inch, taking my anal virginity with no remorse.

"Now the fucking starts," he said, and began to pump his hips. You think,
him realizing that he was fucking a virgin ass, he'd go easy on me. You'd
be wrong. He immediately started bucking his hips insanely fast, like I was
some 10-cent whore who he had fucked a million times.

There I was, on what was supposed to be a night of me fulfilling my fantasy
of fucking a guy, tied up and getting raped by a 12-inch Clown cock in
front of a group of total strangers.

Suddenly, I had a flash back. I remembered back when I was a little boy,
and my dad had a Halloween party at our house. It was full of strange men
that I had never met before, and Dad made me go to bed early after trick or
treating. But I had a tummy ache, and I couldn't sleep with all the noise
downstairs. I'll admit, I was a little scared, too, it being Halloween, and
all those strangers in costumes downstairs. I know they were just having
fun, but it weirded me out as a kid.

I remember at some point dad came into my room. He smelled different�of
beer and smoke I think. But when he sat on my bed to comfort me, it made me
calm down so much. His presence was also so strong and commanding, I knew
nothing could hurt me when he was around.

And now, laying here on that mattress, all I wanted was my Daddy. I wanted
him on the mattress next to me, fighting away all these scary men. I wanted
him to chase away the man who was now pillaging my hole, rearranging my
guts.

"Daddy," I called out softly.

***

Could it be? Did he really just say my name? I couldn't believe it. Here I
was railing into the kid with all I got, working up a sweat ruining his ass
hole, and he was calling out for me? This was too much! It was gonna make
me cum.

But I didn't want this to end just yet. I wanted my son to cum with me. So
I changed my tactic a bit. Instead of just fucking his lights out, I
started to wiggle my cock around, clearing out his insides in search of his
button. I knew right when I found it, because my son called out again.

"DADDY! NO...PLEASE WHOEVER YOU ARE DON'T DO THAT! YOU'LL MAKE ME CUM!"

That was the encouragement I needed. I started to massage my son's interior
g-spot with my cockhead, rubbing it and pressing it and fucking it.

"Don't make me cum! AND PLEASE DON'T CUM IN ME! OH GOD THAT�FUCK�THAT
FEELS AMAZING!"

"I know it does, Son."

I ripped off my mask and grinned at him.

***

To this day, I wonder what it was that made me cum. I hope it was the
massaging of my prostate that my dad was giving me. I hope it was the fact
that I had been wanting to blow my load for hours. But I fear, my biggest
fear, is that what made me cum was seeing my father was the evil man behind
the mask. The evil Clown cock inside me was none other than the one that
made me.

The cum shot over my head and splattered the headboard behind me. I wasn't
even touching my cock. And at the same time, I felt my father unload inside
me. His Daddy-Clown jizz coated my insides as we came together�son
shooting all over his body, Dad unloading deep in his ass.

Finally, when we were done, I managed to pant out, "Dad...how could
you...how...take it out...I want to leave..."

I looked down at my son, and for a moment, I wanted to let him go. I really
wanted to pull out and let him leave, to let him comfort himself away from
me. But then my cock throbbed, and I realized that this was too prime of an
opportunity. If I let him go now, I'd never get the chance to fuck him
again. So this was gonna have to count.

"Sorry, kiddo. But the party's just getting sorry. Happy Halloween. Henry?
Come here!"

HENRY??? The Hockey Masked player came over and revealed his face, and sure
enough it was Henry! That fucking nerd! Who knew he had such a hot ass? Aw
man, this was insane!

Dad moved his cock inside me a few times, making a squishing sound with the
cum that was in there. "You know what the big difference between you and I
is, son? We may be related, but my cock doesn't get soft after I cum. And I
think it's time to see how it feels to double fuck you."

"Wh-DAD! WHAT THE FUCK! LET ME GO! WHAT THE FUCK IS DOUBLE FUCKING!"

"It means I put my cock in you too," Henry said, dropping down down next to
my father. His hockey mask was pulled up over his head, and he was already
lining up his cock with my already-stuffed hole. He ignored my screams of
protest as he used a finger to stretch my hole a bit, then somehow got his
cock in there two.

And that's how I ended up getting double fucked by my Father and my
Enemy. They both high fived as Henry slid into me, ripping my
no-longer-virgin cherry way beyond its limit. And then they started
fucking.

***

Henry and I had a nice rhythm going. I'd pull almost all the way out as he
shoved in, then we'd switch. The old one-two for my son. I felt bad hurting
him so much, but it felt so damn good, and I was finally getting to see
those tears I wanted to see so badly.

But time was running out, and we'd have to be out of this house soon, so I
decided to give the rest of the men the signal. And they leapt on the
opportunity. They descended on my son as we double stuffed him, giving him
all sorts of Halloween treats.

The Cowboy sat on his face for a while and rode him like he was a
horse. The Zombie spit on his face then fucked his cock into his mouth for
a while. Sounds contagious! The monster guy even took a piss on the poor
kid. And all the while he was getting stuffed by me and his nerd enemy.

But even a man of my stamina gets tired. After about an hour of this, and
after my own son had dumped three hands-free loads on his stomach, and I
had deposted four of my own in him, it was time to stop. I knew I had to
bring an end to this. But I had one last treat for my kid.

I pulled out, as did Henry, and a huge torrent of cum followed our cocks
out of him. I thought quickly and grabbed my clown mask off the floor, the
caught the cum as it poured out of my whimpering son's used hole. Then I
took that very same clown mask and slipped it over my boys head.

"WATCH!" I ordered him as I pushed Henry down to the floor. I made him get
on all fours over my son, so that his ass was just inches from my kid's
face. Then I went around behind him, and slipped my cock into his ass.

And just like that, my son watched the dream hole of his succumb to the
punishment of a 12-inch cock. He saw me take that hole that he never got
and use it better than he ever could. He watched me pump two loads into
Henry, the whole time too shocked and hurt to speak. I suppose the pain in
his ass might have rendred him silent too.

But wouldn't you know it, at some point, my son started jerking off. And
that's when I knew I couldn't waste this last Halloween load in Henry. I
pulled out of him and pushed the nerd to the side. He didn't complain as he
fell to the floor.

Then I took my dick and lined it up over my the hole in the cummy Clown
mask my son wore. And I took my cock and pushed it through that hole. My
son tasted the interior of Henry's ass as I fucked his face for a few
strokes, then dumped. I still had plenty of cum in my balls, and my son
didn't even protest�he just drank down his little brothers and
sisters. That's the only Halloween candy he was getting from me this year.

***

I was too exhausted to do anything but swallow as the cum slipped down my
throat. I was in pain, terrified, and so curious as to why I had cum so
many goddamn times. And why, right then, as the last glob of my own dad's
dick juice slithered down my throat, was I cumming again?

When my orgasm was over, my dad unchained me, and the room fell silent as I
pulled myself up. I limped to the door, and my dad followed me.

"Son...I understand if you never want to see me again..."

"I don't," I said coolly. "Not until Christmas."



THE END



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