Halloween

By Larkin

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It was Halloween just before dark.

Mark's costume was a lion outfit. He had a furry mane that went all around his face and a furry suit with a long tail that hung straight down in back. He asked me to help him with his lion face make up. I drew a black line across his cheeks for whiskers and a black nose.

Mark said, "Don't Lions have red noses?"

I said, "Duh,....Reindeers have red noses and lions have black noses."

Mark seemed satisfied with that answer. I was jealous of Mark's costume because all's I had was a damn sheet. Mark grabbed it from me and started drawing black circles for eyes and a boo mouth.

I grabbed it back and yelled at him."You're ruining it!"

He said, "No, no look, this is the way."

I tried to stop him and he pushed me back until I fell backwards over his little brother's monster truck.

Mark was cutting out the center of the black circles with a pair of scissors. It was too late so I let him.

I said, "That looks totally stupid!"

"Billy, it 'll be fine!"

I said, "It looks stupid and that means I look stupid!"

Mark was getting irritated with me.

Using a lion like roar he growled, "It Will Be Fine!!!"

Before I could react he threw the sheet over me and tried to twist it around so's I could see through the eye holes. but I did not want to cooperate. We were both struggling and then crashed onto the floor. The only way he could get me to look out the eye holes was to choke with both hands through the ghost sheet. I let out a scream. Marks Mom had to break it up.

"Okay, okay, I'll wear the stupid ghost costume."

I was thinking to myself, Why can't I be something cool like a astronaut or a general? To make matters worse, every time I took a step the eye holes would drift until I was looking out of the mouth hole with one eye or no hole at all.

I sat down on the floor and started to cry. "I give up, I hate everything!"

I saw Mark roll his eyes in frustration. Between sobs I told him about the eye hole problem. I continued to cry trying to get it all out of my system.

I looked up at Mark and said, "I hate Halloween!"

Mark looked momentarily shocked as if I taken the lords name in vain. "Don't ever say that again!"

Mark was getting pissed off. "Billy, I wait all fuckin year for Halloween and I'm not going to let you fuck it up."

He yanked me back up to my feet and threw the sheet back over me and adjusted it so that the eye and mouth holes were where they should be. He poked two small holes next to the eye hole with the scissors, then he picked up my glasses and threaded them through the holes.

He said, "There!"

I yelled, "Oh, no! A ghost with glasses! I will never live this down! I look like an idiot!"

Mark was laughing, "Billy, relax, it looks so stupid but that's what makes you awesome."

He dragged me over to the mirror and we both started laughing. We were a pair, a lion and a ghost with glasses ready for trick or treat.

For us, Halloween was serious business. Instead of trick or treat bags we wore our backpacks and when we dug our hands into the offered bowls candy we dropped the goodies into each other's backpacks and ran to the next house. We were systematic and efficient because after all, it's only one night a year. We tossed gooey cakes and homemade banana bread and anything else not in a store bought wrapper.

The night wore on until house after house shut off their lights as if to say, "We have had enough!"

Not us, we were wide awake and we were basking in the light of a full moon. Mark was looking so brave in his lion outfit. He came up to me and looking first one way and then the other to make sure no one was around, he said, "You wanna blow me?"

I didn't say anything because it was so unexpected. He rooted around in his lion costume and pulled out his penis. He already had a boner. We had jerked off together before but I never did anything like that.

"Come on, blow me. It's no big deal, honest."

He put my hand on his dick and waited for me to start stroking him. In the moonlight and wearing his lion's costume, made Mark look like a total stranger. I didn't think that maybe I looked like a ghost with glasses to him. He put his hand on top of my head and pushed me down towards his boner.

"Come on, do it!"

He stuck his boner through the mouth hole of the ghost with glasses. I was the sissy and Mark was always the one who liked rough-tumble. On this night in the bright moonlight, I didn't mind. I let myself get owned and I liked it. I did anything he asked me to and I let him do anything he wanted to do to me.

After the longest time, we went home and sorted out our candy.