The Revenge of The Gourds

Three years ago, shortly after I graduated from High School my family moved away from Pumpkin Bend. Not far, only about three and a half hours away to Ft. Smith. Well it seemed like long distance to me back then. But, I'm never going back, and I'll tell you why.

A couple of months ago, I went back to Pumpkin Bend to visit my cousin. We were kind of close. Mostly because we were born on the same day. And I went back to celebrate with my cousin. We were turning 21 and we were going to be legal age, old enough to buy our own alcohol. I was looking forward to that... and so was Jimmy.

I arrived by bus. Two days ahead of time. It was warm as I stepped off. Warmer than I ever remembered this time of year around here, but the breezes were hinting at cooling weather in the future. The driver, who had exited before me pulled up the luggage compartment at the side of the bus. My bag happened to be within reach, almost like everyone and the driver knew that I would be getting off ahead of the rest of the passengers. I was, but that's beside the point. It just felt kind of eerie is all.

Jimmy had braked to a stop in his family's pickup truck just before the driver reached into the compartment. I looked around the upraised compartment door and could see the look of excitement on his face. It made me feel kind of guilty that I hadn't spoken to him in a while. Apparently, the lack of communication didn't bother him though. I could live with that. He waited there.

I thanked the driver. He looked up as he handed my bag across, "Looks like you got somebody to give you a ride out here in the middle of nowhere. Be well, and don't forget, I only make pick ups at McCrory."

"Yes sir," I said back, "Be well yourself!"

He closed the door and went back up the steps. Shortly the bus pulled away.

I looked across at Jimmy. I wasn't sure, but it looked like he was ready to pick right back up where we left off without any difference of time or space. I walked back to the truck and hefted my bag into the bed and climbed in the passenger door. Jimmy was still grinning from ear to ear. "Hey Cuz!" He yelled.

What can I say? It was infectious. I grinned, "Jimmy. What up?"

Still with that goofy grin on his face, "Can you believe???? We're going to be legal!!!!!" He winked conspiratorially, because in the past, we'd always managed to procure some beer from somewhere despite the legality. For some reason though. even if it was going to be legal in a couple of days and it felt kind of 'Ain't No Thang', there was that tinge of thrill to it all. No more sneaking around. Not that sneaking around didn't contain any sort of thrill, but in this case, maybe the thrill was in the knowledge that we'd never been caught.

"Ready?"

"Always cuz," as I grabbed the seat-belt and pulled it toward the fastener.

Jimmy trounced on the accelerator. The one wheel in back spun in the shoulder gravel while the truck lurched forward. Not the most spectacular of spin outs, but we were just country bumpkins anyway, and our hearts raced with the engine just the same. He cranked up the volume of the sad AM country song on the radio. We weren't far from his family's house anyway, so I didn't have to listen very long.

He pulled into the drive and skidded to a stop.

"You don't mind sleeping with me do you?" He asked, "I'm sure mom and pop wouldn't like it if you slept with Maggie."

Maggie was Jimmy's sister.

I teased, "You sure cuz. Maggie's kinda homely... ain't no way she's gonna land a husband."

"Stop it you fuck!" because apparently, I'd crossed a line. He hadn't been so protective of her before I left.

"Sorry Jimmy, sorry. I didn't know you'd get mad."

"Gotcha!" he yelled.

"Sneaky!"

"Heh, if you wanna fuck my sis, be my guest. She's just as homely, but if you can get it up for her, I'm sure she'd love the attensheyyun."

She appeared at the doorway then, half in half out. From what I could tell, she'd grown out of her homeliness. Almost down right pretty now. Still, she was my cousin too, and I didn't feel the urge to fuck family, despite the fact that she seemed interested in me as I climbed out of the truck and grabbed my bag.

Jimmy surged past her, I followed, Debbie cooed, "Hey Claude," batting her eyelids at me.

"Hey sis," I replied, trying to forestall any late night visits from her. Hell, she was comely and tempting, but I didn't want the complication of fucking my cousin and if she wasn't protected... well, a pregnancy would fuck up family reunions on down the road.

The rest of the family was there as well and I greeted them, "Aunt Mabel, Uncle George..."

"Good to see you again Claude," they echoed each other.

"Dinner's on the table," Aunt Mabel said before sitting back down to watch their favorite television program. Uncle George mimicked her.

Yep, three hours, three years hadn't seemed to make much of a difference at all with them.

I walked through the short distance to Jimmy's room. As soon as I entered, he grabbed and closed the door behind me.

"You won't believe it," he started, "The Gourd's are gone!"

"What?"

"You know, the school librarian? Her daughter? They're out of town!"

"Okay, you lost me cuz."

He blinked at me, stared as if I were some sort of alien, then explained. "We can mess with their Halloween decorations, dude!"

I searched my memory. I couldn't recall having done much messing around with people's decorations on our birthday. "I'm confused," I stated flatly.

"Oh God, I forgot! I started that tradition after they drove you guys out of town."

"I don't think they drove us out of town," I replied.

"Yeah, they did! They totally did! Dude! It was that freak of a librarian with a stick up her butt... I mean a long and thick stick! You remember, Mrs. Gourd."

I searched my memory. I remembered a Mrs. Gourd, school librarian, and she had a daughter. Class after mine and Jimmy's. But they hadn't done much of anything to us, at least nothing I could remember.

I asked, "You started celebrating early Jimmy? You drunk already?"

"Fuck No!" he yelled. "Those bitches deserve whatever come their way!"

I began to wonder what either of them had done to earn his approbation.

It didn't take me long to find out. Apparently, Mia had rejected his advances. It kind of made sense after all. She was the librarian's daughter, she was expected to act with more opprobrium than her straight-laced mum would have been expected. Still, it was also weird. I never expected that Jimmy would have gone for her, but he'd been head over heels.

Jimmy cornered me with a look, my collar bunched in his fists. Peering deep into my eyes, he made me promise not to mention this to anybody. I gulped and promised. Then we set out on foot. We walked, and he led me to the Gourd family abode. I stalled. He looked back and assured me they were out of town. I was still incredulous. Jimmy dragged me to the garage, pointed at the windows saying, "Look! See for yourself! No car in the garage, got it?"

"Okay," I relented, "No car in there."

Then he led me to the front porch, rang the doorbell several times. Nobody within the house responded. Afterward, Jimmy flourished his arm toward their Halloween decorations. "Do you see what I'm seeing," Jimmy asked.

I looked again, certain I'd missed whatever he was getting at. Then I noticed. There was a sheet-ghost seated in a chair. Freaky as hell, it had a bust. The ghost figure was topped with a pumpkin head, a carved pumpkin head. Now, mind, your ordinary everyday pumpkin head would have been carved with a grin or a grimace. This one was not. Nope. Instead, this pumpkin head was carved with a singular, solitary, tantalizing round 'O' of a mouth.

My eyes glazed over. My breath hitched in my throat. "Gods," I gulped.

"I know, right?" Jimmy responded.

At first, I couldn't be sure we were looking at the same impetus behind our perspective viewpoints.

Jimmy moved toward the display. I was rooted.

Jimmy unhitched his belt as he advanced. My jaw dropped wider as he did so. I saw his bare bum, and a part of me wondered where... scratch that... I knew. His pecker was rigid, standing straight in front of him as he crept toward the display. It surprised me then when his foot hitched up and planted between the legs of the display. Jimmy grabbed the pumpkin head in the display, turned it toward him and plunged his cock through that 'O' with a squish.

At that point, I was like, Oh Fuck what do I do now? I'm sure you know though, I wondered what hell fires would rain down on me if I expressed any kind of sound, any kind of utterance about what I was witnessing. My jaw clamped shut.

Jimmy moaned. Oh hell, he was enjoying it. His member sunk deeper. Then he yelled out. "Hey! Ima Gourd! Look at me, I'm fucking your daughter in the face, I'm fucking Mia in the mouth! Ah, yes!!"

His hips pivoted as his pelvis grinded.

It wasn't too long before he exclaimed. "Fuck! Oh God, Claude! You gotta try this. Mia's face is fucking hot! Oh damn. Mia!" He sped up, pumping his member into the pumpkin head.

"This is tight, Oh My God, c'mon Claude you gotta experience this, uh, uh, uh, I, uh oh, oh. Fuck!" he said as his hips locked, his pecker submerged deeply within the orange mound.

"What the hell," I complained, "I don't want your sloppy seconds!" I was hard as a rock despite my misgivings.

Jimmy backed off, pecker dripping as it withdrew, cum trickling out, dribbling down what would have been the gourd's lips and chin. Weirdly, it looked like the mouth was now shaped like a grin or a smile compared to the 'O' of before. I was about to freak out when Jimmy shove me forward. I looked down and my shaft was still ready, still ramrod straight, still ready to fuck something. I groaned. "No Jimmy, please."

He shoved. He'd put his weight behind me and shoved.

I yelped as my little Claude penetrated the pumpkin. It was tight. The sensation took my breath. I whimpered. It felt like actual lips around me. It felt like a tongue beneath and swirling around the shaft of my cock. My eyes rolled back into my head. The head's eyes were featureless, empty. The mouth felt so much more. The slight scrape of teeth against my erection, the tongue. Then the suction drawing me in. I started panting. My mind evacuated. All that was left was sensation. The absolute best blow job of my life and my dick was thrust into a pumpkin.

"Oh hell," I'm losing it I thought, but the tongue continued moving. My limbs felt like jelly. My strength faded away. My sole focus then urged my hips to move. I mewled. My hips began pumping. This was beyond whatever I'd ever had experienced in my entire existence. I lost myself in the motion. I fucked without abandon until my prick unleashed it's contents. I screamed my orgasm and unleashed my seed and kept pumping my hips even as my spunk spilled back onto me.

When I opened my eyes again. Jimmy was leaning over me. "Hey cuz." He grinned. "Have fun?"

I was mortified. I pleaded, "Hey. Don't say a word about this, okay?"

"You mean, like don't say anything to Norma?" he grinned evilly.

Norma had been my High School squeeze. I mean, sure, I didn't want Norma to know, but more than that, I was worried that if my Uncle and Aunt heard anything about it, it might get back to my parents. That would be intolerable.

"You schmuck," I replied. "Don't even tell your sister Maggie!"

Jimmy looked crestfallen. "I gotta tell somebody," he complained.

"NO!" I exclaimed, "Nobody! Not a soul!"

"Oh, hey, I got an idea Claude."

Looking up at him, Jimmy had a black marker with a thick tip out. He started writing on the pumpkin face. Couldn't tell what he was writing until he stepped back and gestured. He'd written FREE BLOWJOB, was grinning ear to ear about it too. "Let's come back tomorrow when all the trick or treaters come around, watch from a hiding spot. Wonder how many will bust a nut in Mia like we did, eh?"

He was creeping me out, but instead of saying anything, I just frowned at him. Standing up, afraid somebody was going to come out and see the mess we made, I started walking away. At least Jimmy didn't say more about after catching up. Maybe he'd forget the whole thing. That's what I hoped. Couple of minutes later, Jimmy said, "XYZ cuz."

I looked. Apparently my fly was still open after my junk shriveled out of sight. Made sure my junk wasn't going to get caught and zipped up. Jimmy didn't talk the rest of the way back to his house. He was whistling a happy tune though. Didn't know if that creeped me out more than his chatter, but I wasn't wanting to hear him talk about going back tomorrow. Jimmy's family was finished with dinner when we got back. Jimmy and I grabbed some leftover food from the fridge and ate it in his room. Maggie opened the door and stuck her head in. Jimmy shoved her back out saying, "Not now Maggie. We're going to sleep."

She didn't try again.

When I woke the next morning it was because Jimmy was nudging me. "I'm takin' Maggie to her job then I gotta run an errand for Pop. I'll be back about noon," he told me.

"Oh, yeah, where's Maggie work?"

"Some bar in McCrory. Spelunkers I think."

It confused me because I was certain a body had to be 18 or older to work a bar. Then I remembered she was only a couple of years younger than Jimmy, and he was gonna be 21 this year. I thought about hitching a ride over to McCrory to check out the place, but I wasn't up to doing that this morning. Instead I showered and scrounged for something to eat. Jimmy was right, he was back about noon, then we sat around shooting the shit and trash talking anything and everything. And Jimmy was good at shooting the shit, because it was getting on 5 o'clock when I noticed the time. I only noticed then because Jimmy said he had to go talk to a man about a horse.

He came back without a horse, and I said, "Hey Jimmy, don't we need to go pick up Maggie from the bar?"

"Nah. Pop's already on his way." Then he brought up a subject I'd been hoping to avoid. "It's almost dark."

"Look, if you're talking about a birthday party your family is throwing for us when everybody is back, fine, but if you're talking about going back to you-know-where... just shut your yap."

"But it's Halloween! Part of the fun of having a birthday today is messing around with trick or treating! You know... the Halloween Blow Job!"

"Gah! You ain't gonna let me forget that are you?"

"Ain't no way cuz."

"Jimmy!" I threatened.

"Okay, on one condition.

When I glared, he continued, "Go with me again. Over to the Gourd's house to watch and see if people fuck that pumpkin head." When I started shaking my head no, Jimmy called out, "Oh, hey Maggie!"

"Okay, stop! I'll go, okay, just don't tell anyone!"

He grinned, he'd won, I was crumbling and giving in to his condition. Not happy about it, but I hoped nothing would happen. I was not looking forward to watching somebody nutting into the pumpkin head where we'd deposited our spunk the night before. It grossed me out to think about. I groaned as he seemed to enjoy getting ready to go out tonight. He looked at me with that stupid grin, "Dark enough. Let's go."

I didn't want to go, but I followed him out of the house and we set off down the road. Three turns later and a bit more, Jimmy started crouching down and sneaking closer to the front entry after checking to make certain nobody was watching. When we crept close enough to see the front door, but were still hidden, Jimmy held out his hand to stop me. I could see the sheet-ghost still sitting in the chair on their porch, pumpkin head on top. He crouched down and took out a small binocular set. And we waited. A long time we waited. Jimmy seemed like he might be getting kind of bored waiting. Hell, I knew I was bored. I'd dozed off a half dozen times already.

"Hey, Jimmy," I said looking at my watch after the last nap, "I don't think anybody is gonna come fuck the pumpkin head. It's getting close to midnight."

"Wait! What was that?" He raised his binoculars to look at the porch.

Bored, I glanced at my phone. One message had come in while I napped, and I opened it. "Holy fuck!"

"What?"

I showed Jimmy the text message. It said - "I know what you did last night" and a video was playing below it. The video showed the both of us fucking the pumpkin head on the porch. I was bug-eyed staring at it.

Jimmy looked back toward the house. "Hey look, they wanna fuck!"

"What!!!???" I glanced over my shoulder, there were two sheet-ghosts with pumpkin heads standing on the porch, beckoning with white hands, index fingers curling inward, urging us out from our hiding spot. I looked away. "Hell no," I pleaded, "Don't go Jimmy!"

"Oh man! A free nut? C'mon man!" He surged upward and toward the beckoning terrors on the porch.

I gaped, I gawped, I tried to call him back, but I was scared out of my wits. All I could do was watch as my cousin bounded toward whatever attracted him to the porch. Trembling, I watched as they spun hum around and pushed him backward to the chair which was suddenly empty. Jimmy giggled as he landed. "No... no, no, no...." I stammered. Helplessly I watched as ghost shackles snapped closed around his wrists and ankles. I shook my head in disbelief, but couldn't tear my eyes away. One of the ghosts, knelt in front of him, unbuckled his belt and dragged his jeans down past his knees and halfway to his ankles. A ghostly white hand wrapped its digits around his cock.

I gulped and whimpered while Jimmy sat there grinning and giggling as the hand stroked his erection. He yelled out, "Hey Claude! You gotta try this hand job! Oh man... uh.... come and get some of this! God, I'm about to cum!" I watched as the pumpkin head on the ghost swiveled around a hundred and eighty degrees to look my way. The eyes were glowing. Jimmy was having the time of his life, and all I could see was the nightmare happening on the porch.

The pumpkin head swiveled around again, then leaned forward, and I could see his hips bucking just before the pumpkin head descended toward his lap. "Oh! Fuck! Oh God, this... this... Oh! Oh!..."

Just then, a sheet ghost arose before me, startled me. There were words on the pumpkin head... the same words Jimmy had written the night before, just three feet before me. FREE BLOWJOB. I panicked and screamed, and immediately started running. I ran as fast as I could back toward Jimmy's house. All the while I heard footsteps behind me. I thought they were Jimmy's. After a while, they stopped, but I couldn't. I ran the whole way back, stopped in the front yard and caught my breath.

I was exhausted. I figured Jimmy would be along shortly. He'd never been able to run as far or as long as I could. I assumed he would be there in a few minutes as I trudged into his room and collapsed onto my sleeping bag.

After a fitful sleep, Maggie poked me in the morning, jabbed me until I was awake. She looked at Jimmy's bed, then back at me. "Police are here."

I sat bolt upright and looked at Jimmy's bed, it didn't look slept in. I scrambled up out of bed, my sleeping bag that is and stumbled out into the living area. There were two cops there, looking sad. I only caught the tail end of the conversation, but it sounded like they'd said, "The Gourd's discovered Jimmy on the front porch this morning after they arrived home."

If Jimmy hadn't been following me home, then I knew what they'd found... Jimmy with his pecker out on their front porch. It was worse than that. The one cop said, "Apparently, all of his orifices had been stuffed, over stuffed really, with pumpkin seeds."

Then he said, "If it's any consolation, he didn't suffer. He died with a smile on his face."

I could see the shock on Maggie's face. I imagined the color was draining from my own as well. I heard, but didn't comprehend. Who's footfalls had I heard trailing me last night? I stole a glance at Maggie, her pleading eyes then. Out of sight from the cops, she beckoned, waggling her index finger so that only I could see. I stood then, yawning and stretching and feigning ignorance concerning the prior evenings activities. When they no longer focused on me, I made my way to Maggie's room. She quickly pulled me within.

"it was just supposed to be a prank," she pleaded, "I didn't think it would end up this way!"

"What do you mean?"

She opened her closet and showed me a costume, "I borrowed this costume from Mia, nothing was supposed to happen after all."

The costume she'd shown me was a sheet-ghost... with a pumpkin head. On the pumpkin head were the words Jimmy had scrawled, FREE BLOWJOB.

I was shocked. I looked at her, breathing heavily, not sure how I felt about the reveal.

Maggie asked, "Was it good? Did you like the blow job?"

Aghast I drew back, "You let Jimmy nut in your mouth before me?"

"Well, how else was I supposed to get you to stick your cock in me?"

I held her at arms length for a moment and thought about it. My mouth formulated the response before I understood it. "Hell Maggie. If you wanted me to fuck you, all you had to do was ask. I would have fucked you gladly!"

She hugged me tightly then. "Oh Gosh!" she said. "Take me back with you? Take me back to Ft. Smith, okay?"