Trick Or Treat

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.

The doorbell chime echoes through the too-empty house. With Mom at her book club and Dad helping out with the youth group at church today, I've been home alone since I got back from practice. "I'll be right there!" I yell as I make my way downstairs to the front door.

The door opens to reveal my best friend, Percy Cooper, standing there with two large plastic bags in each hand and a wide grin on his face. "Trick or treat!" he shouts.

I laugh and stand aside to let him in. "Dude, it's only the first of the month. Most people don't even have their decorations up yet."

Percy makes his way up the stairs to my bedroom without even asking--though, to be fair, he's been here enough times over the years that it's practically his house as well. "Those people would be wrong then. Wronger than the people who put up Christmas decorations before Thanksgiving is even over."

"I'm pretty sure 'wronger' isn't an actual word, Percy," I say. "Besides, my mom puts up her Christmas decorations before Thanksgiving."

He spins around, almost whacking me with a bag, and gives me a mischievous look before throwing open my bedroom door. "Exactly." He dumps the bags onto my bed, which sits on one side of the small room, across from my desk and a full-length mirror. He gestures dramatically. "I've brought costumes for us to try."

I groan. "Percy! Can we please skip trick or treating this year? We're both eighteen now. It's childish."

He holds up a finger. "One. It's not childish, it's whimsical." A second finger goes up. "Two. This has been our tradition for over a decade now; we're not breaking it." A third finger goes up. "Three. Every Halloween once we're in college is gonna be us going to frat parties and getting drunk. So we have to make this last one count."

I fidget with the cross on my necklace and mumble, "I can hardly imagine us going to frat parties and getting drunk, dude."

Percy starts pulling items out of the bags and glares. "Well, I might not even get invited. But you're Mr. Football, so you'll be at the top of the list and then I'll never get to hang out with you anymore."

My eyes widen at the hurt in his voice. "Percy, that would never happen. You'll always be my best friend." It's true that we're not the most conventional of friends. But that's what happens when you've been friends with the same person since we were five years old. At some point, we each became our own person with our own interests, but thankfully the friendship only got stronger. He gives me this look and, like always, I relent. "Fine. Show me what you got."

Percy grins and rubs his hands excitedly. "Asher, trust me, bro, you are going to love what I got us!" He pulls out two blue and red costumes and hands one to me. "Go ahead, try it on."

"You want both of us to be Spider-Man?" I ask. We've never worn the same costume before. We usually wear something that complements the other.

"No, but I figured we could do something superhero-themed for old times' sake. So I got two of each so we can see who looks better in what."

I nod, then pull off my shirt, the cool air of the room hitting my skin. Next to me, Percy does the same until we're both down to our underwear, though Percy's choice in briefs today causes my eyes to bulge out. "Dude. What are you wearing?"

Percy is the complete opposite of me when it comes to how we look. He's incredibly skinny with a hint of abs that are just starting to come in, and his messy black hair that falls into his green eyes all the time. But today, he's wearing tight briefs that make the curve of his ass look so much bigger than it normally is.

It's in stark contrast to the lean muscle I've put on since I started playing football, and my blond hair that parts right down the middle. But unlike him, I'm wearing the standard checkered boxers my mom still buys me.

He shrugs. "What? I knew we had to try on costumes today, so I wore these instead." He smirks, then points to my underwear. "You won't be able to wear those under the costume. They're going to bunch up."

"This is the only type of underwear I have," I say.

"I know. You can borrow some of mine on Halloween."

Heat coils in my stomach at the thought of wearing Percy's underwear. Don't get me wrong, we used to fit into each other's clothes before, but it's been a while since I've worn anything of Percy's--much less his underwear.

I don't say anything. Instead, I turn away and slip down my boxers, step into the Spider-Man suit, and drag it up my legs. I catch him staring at my bare ass in the mirror and blush. Despite how long we've been friends, we've never actually seen each other naked before. The most we've seen of each other is when we change into our PJs, always keeping our underwear on.

The silky material of the costume slides up my thighs and up the curve of my ass until it's resting on my hips. I turn back to show him. "What do you think?"

Percy hums thoughtfully and steps closer, circling me like a designer inspecting his work on a model. He's still in his underwear, so when he stops behind me and unclasps the chain around my neck, I can feel the heat radiating off his body.

To my horror, my cock twitches and starts to grow right in front of us. Percy rests his chin on my bare shoulder, and the front of his chest brushes against my back. "Hmm. It's not bad, but this is a problem." He reaches around and palms my cock through the thin material, causing it to jerk. "We can't have this guy stealing the show."

My mind freezes at what's happening, but my body reacts without my permission. A moan slips out of me and I lean back into him. "Is this okay?" he whispers. I nod, even though I should say no. This isn't right. He's my best friend. He's a guy. Men aren't supposed to touch each other like this. What would my parents say if they found us like this? Oh God, what would God say about this?

But for some reason, none of that matters right now. The way he's touching me, holding me like I'm something precious is something I've never experienced before. And no one other than me has ever even touched my dick before. Many girls have tried, but it wasn't right. It wasn't the Christian thing to do.

Percy slips his hand inside the tight material and pulls out my dick, his hand warm around my aching shaft. I shudder in his arms; I don't think I've ever been this turned on before. He steps closer until his body is flush against mine, and I can feel his dick slotting between my cheeks perfectly like it's supposed to be there. He strokes me softly, and pleasure spreads through my body, all the way from my head to my toes.

His grip tightens at the base of my shaft and then loosens when he gets to the head, teasing the sensitive underside with two fingers before his thumb swipes against the slit, gathering my precum to help make things slick.

I can't help but grind back into him, my body taking over, reacting to his as if we've done this before. Percy uses his free hand to push the suit down more until it's around my thighs, and then his briefs come down. His cock nestles between the two globes of muscle, and we both groan low. The bare contact has both of us thrusting and grinding against each other while his hand continues its ministrations around my cock.

He reaches around with his free hand and takes my balls into his fingers, rolling, squeezing, and tugging at them to create the most beautiful sensations. Never in a million years did I think that my deepest, darkest, most sordid fantasies would come true.

But here we are, the mirror showing me every obscene detail of what he's doing to me. It shows me the way his finger traces the vein along the top of my shaft. It shows me how that same finger cards through my pubes. It shows me how my cock is dripping from his touch. The mirror shows me everything.

I'm completely and utterly broken. I'm putty in his hands, and he can do whatever he wants with me, consequences be damned. With another thrust, his cock slides against my hole, and Percy mewls in my ear. His thin frame tightens its hold around me in a vise grip. Hot, wet liquid spurts out of his cock and splashes onto my lower back and cheeks.

The sensation of being defiled by another man pushes me over the edge, and with one last squeeze of Percy's hand, I gasp, "I'm coming!" Blinding, white-hot pleasure shoots out of my dick and onto the carpet. I can feel the orgasm in every cell of my body as we come together. I can almost hear the angels singing about what we just did.

But then, just as quickly, reality slams back into place.

I jerk away from his grip and stumble against the wall, causing the mirror to swing on its hook. Percy's eyes widen with horror, and my stomach feels like someone just dropped a boulder into it.

"Shit. I'm so sorry, Ash." Percy scrambles to pull up his briefs and throws on his clothes in a blur. He runs out of my room, leaving me there to sink to the floor, half-naked and covered in his cum. My gaze lands on the cross hanging above my headboard.

Dear God, what have I done?