A Dalliance in the Dark

Chapter 1- All Hallows Eve

I had a bad feeling from the start that this was not the place to be. The fallen crispy leaves crunched under my feet cracked as I weaved in between the decrepit grave markers, the only light to guide me coming from the moon and the orange glow of my cell phone from GayCruise. It was creepy, and not just because it was Halloween. Who the hell would want to fuck in a cemetery? Did this guy have some sort of necrophilia fetish? Thinking about the possibility made me want to gag, but I still couldn’t deny the longing ache coming from my pants, an engorgement that needed sweet release.

I persevered onwards to the top of Midpoint Cemetery, and the hot blonde boy waiting for I knew would be waiting for me, waiting for my tight ass. I didn’t know anything about the guy, not even his name, but did it honestly matter? It was Halloween, a night for ghouls and goblins and debauchery! It was time I started living a little. Tonight, I was going to take this random boy’s cum up my ass.

I looked up from my muddy shoes and saw him standing there by a grave, bathed in the light of the moon. Blonde, in a tight roman centurion costume that accented his ass and bulge, he looked like a god come to earth. His face was as sharp and chiseled as his bare abs and I instantly began to drool, a puppy seeing a magnificent bone for the first time.  My pants grew tighter and tighter, to the point of bursting out of the zipper.

I wanted to fall in love with him. But fate had seen fit to make it so I could never love again. Fate was cruel to me, and on this earth that cruelty took the form of one Lucca Di Angelo. Lucca, the ripped Italian stallion came into my life and turned it upside down like a whirlwind. He did everything: both too me and for me. I was his little pet on a pedestal, his prized poodle he would show off to all the other dog lovers to make jealous. It got to the point where I was imagining marriage and kids!

Everything was a lie though.

One day I was on top of the world. The next, I was walking into OUR bedroom and finding Lucca balls deep in some random twink’s sloppy hole.

The blonde centurion smiled as I approached him, his hand going straight to my crotch. He gave it a playful squeeze and I had to focus with all my might not to orgasm right then and there. It had been so ling since I had been touched by hands other than my own. I leaned forward and planted my lips on the boy’s, slowly parting them and probing the stranger’s mouth with my tongue. It felt nice kissing someone again, and I couldn’t help but smiling. His mouth tasted like cinnamon, and something metallic, with an undertone of menace that enticed me to probe further. I smiled as our lips continued their tango

As the boy fiddled with the buttons of my cheap, slutty cop costume, I thought back to just hours before. To Mel’s party thrown just for me to help with my broken heart. People in topical costumes I didn’t know and didn’t care to know drinking orange vodka and dancing messily to Thriller was usually everything I could’ve wanted in life, but tonight it was empty and void,  a constant reminder of my sad pathetic life. And then Lucca walked in the door, smug satisfaction on his face as he saw my reaction. He was wearing the exact same costume as me, only where I was alone, he had his new Aussie twink slut with him on a leash.

"Are you ok dude? You’re totally soft"

I snapped out of my reverie to find my pants bunched up around my ankles, my bare ass shoved up against the cold stone of some poor old lady’s tombstone. My rapidly shrinking cock was in the blonde boy’s mouth. He was judging me, I could tell, as he slowly and methodically swirl his tongue around the tip of my penis, trying to rev me up once again to no avail.

"Oh sorry man, Uhhhh.. Got distracted. Here let me have a go"

I pulled the boy up as I got down on my knees, making sure to pull the boy’s tiny briefs down with me. L rubbed my hands adoringly over the boy’s muscular legs up to his calves, admiring his rock hard physique. He was a specimen to behold.  The most awe inspiring part of the boy was definitely his cock. It was hard like steel and curved up as if it was prostrating itself to God. He was a beast too. As I slowly started to jerk and play with the boy’s shaft, I started to measure in my head at least nine inches. Thickness wise, it reminded me of a can of coke about to explode.

As I slowly, teasingly kissed the tip of the gigantic monster in front of me, I could feel that this boy’s cock was definitely primed to explode.  It throbbed in my mouth rhythmically, and I could feel the veins of the boy’s cock with my tongue as I went in to swallow it all to the base. The boy grabbed the back of my head and thrusted into my willing mouth with gusto, the tip repeatedly punching the back of my throat painfully. Thank the lord I didn’t have a gag reflex, or I would’ve surely choked to death on that massive piece of meat. Thinking about such a lovely way to die, I couldn’t help but giggle at the idea of getting mouth fucked in a cemetery of all places

The boy pulled me up by my hair roughly, showing that he was in charge and that he wasn’t going to be nice to me. I shivered as the boy licked and kissed at my sensitive ears.

"Turn around and bend over so I can make you my bitch" the boy whispered.

"Ya--- yeah ok" I stuttered, shocked and turned on all in one. I made to turn around but the boy held onto my hair tightly, pulling me back to his dark embrace.

"What was that boy? Is that how you speak to your superior?"

"No Sir, I’m sorry" I said, catching on.

"Good boy. Now, turn around and bend over that tomb stone".

I did as he ordered, bending over the front side of the tombstone face down toward the newly filled earth, my round perky ass hiked up on the top of the stone like a tantalizing cut of steak on display in a deli. I made sure to spread my legs so my tight hole was exposed to the elements, and to the boy. The brisk autumn wind whipped against it, and I couldn’t help but squeal and shiver in a mixture of pleasure and agony. The boy squared up behind me, pressing his blooming manhood against my tight pink hole and rubbing up and down, teasing me into a frenzy.

"Please" I squealed, "please, fuck my brains out!"

The boy dropped to a crouch as he spread my ass cheeks even further with his hands, and dove in face first to eat my eager hole. I was in ecstasy, enough joy flowing through my body to light up an entire Mormon Temple. As the boy licked, sucked and even nibbled on my tight pucker, a new sensation overtook me, one I hadn’t felt since Luca. My whole body began to quiver, and my moans became obnoxious.  The blonde boy stood up and slowly began again to rub his manhood over me, inserting the tip ever so lightly to warn me of the impending spelunking.  

“Go gentle”, I weakly pleaded

“No”, he gruffly whispered in my ear.

The sensation in my ass as he penetrated me without pause… it was like nothing I’d ever felt before. The pain and pleasure mixed from something so big being thrusted into something so small was unmanageable. I couldn’t contain myself; squeals and moans echoed from my lips as the boy pounded me into the gravestone, repeatedly and rhythmically, like the meter of a children’s poem. One thrust, two thrust, red thrust, blue thrust. I held on to the stone for dear life as the rhythm picked up its pace. The strange boy too began to moan as he came closer to cumming in my hole  

“I’m gonna come!” said the boy

“Me too!”

I could feel the orgasm inside me welling up inside, like a lion about to burst forth from its cage, when the boy grabbed the back of my head, wrenching it to the side to expose the bulging veins of my neck. He crouched down over me as he thrusted, latching onto my neck with his teeth. I could feel his moans, and his cold breath as bit down, releasing from me a scream of pain. I grabbed the back of his head as I began to furiously gush from the head of my penis thick ropes of life giving seed, my animal like noises loud enough to wake the dead. With one gigantic final thrust, the boy bit down on my neck even harder, and joined me in the post coital after glow.

I didn’t even have a chance to catch my breath or push myself up off the gravestone before the boy was off of me and gone, vanished into the mist and darkness of the Halloween night. As I finally began to test my aching muscles by standing up, the solid reasoning behind what I had just done began to melt away. What remained were bitterness, self-doubt and sadness. I didn’t feel as happy as I‘d wanted nor as good. The magic was gone. Leaving behind a dark, rotting cemetery, and me, a boy who felt like a no good whore.

As I slowly got dressed, I could feel a slight wetness running down the side of my neck. I gingerly put my hand up to where the boy had been bighting me. I took my hand back and saw the crimson of fresh blood flowing from two neck holes that the boy had left behind. My dick began to harden once more.