Editor’s Note – We want to thank our readers for voting in our Spookiest Story Contest. The results were a tie for winner and looser. Mike and Jung both received about 31% of the total votes, while Oz and Harry tied for last place.

Spooky Stories-Part II

I thought I’d gotten used to the way State operated; I thought nothing could surprise me anymore.  But when I realized I had unwittingly agreed to a story-telling contest with high stakes, instead of just a friendly hangout, my heart jumped into my throat.

They must have explained the rules– that the loser of the spooky story contest would give the winner a blowjob– sometime earlier in the night, but I had no memory of that.

I hadn’t even meant to be here in the first place!  I had wanted to go to a concert in the student lounge with Geena and maybe, afterward, go back to her place for some late-night Halloween weekend lovemaking.

Okay, so maybe it was partially my fault, for smoking as much as I had.  I had been disappointed that Geena was busy with the theater’s fundraising bake sale and had smoked way too much of Harry’s stash.  I knew Harry always saved the best stuff for himself.  

I had to stop agreeing to stuff when I was high!

I probably should have guessed that this was where the night was heading, though.  After all, Oz was a real pervert.  He was barely dressed, wearing only his red underwear, and Harry, too, was only wearing boxers and a sweatshirt.  I suddenly felt overdressed… and in way over my head!  Our stories were over and it was time to vote.  And then…

“Guys, I don’t know about this–” I protested, meekly, but Harry had already passed around paper and pens so we could vote for our favorite story.

“You already agreed, Mike.  Don’t worry, your story was really good.  I don’t think you’ll lose,” said Harry reassuringly.  “I’m voting for you.”

“You’re not supposed to say who you’re voting for, Harry,” scolded Jung with a roll of his eyes.

“Maybe I was lying and just trying to reassure Mike.  Maybe I’m voting for your story, instead,” said Harry with a wink.

“Look, even if you do lose, what’s a little blowjob between friends?” added Oz, grinning wolfishly.

“Can we vote for our own stories?” asked Jung, cupping his paper and hovering his pen over it.

“No, no, definitely not.  That wouldn’t be fair.  You have to vote for someone else’s story,” declared Oz firmly.

Jung frowned a little and cupped his paper tighter, shielding it from us as he scribbled down his vote for best story.

The four of us had all made up our own ghost stories.  While Jung went the traditional route (a story with actual ghosts), Oz had told us a story about a hypnotist and Harry had told us a story about a mad scientist.  And me?  Well, I’d chosen zombies as the star of my story.  I had made up the story on the fly and, if I’d realized what the stakes were, I might have given my story a little more attention!

I wrote Jung’s name down on my paper, heart still hammering away as I watched the others write their picks.

“Is everyone ready?  Three… two… one…” began Oz.

We all flipped over our papers at the same time.

Harry and Jung had both written down my name!  Oz had written down Jung’s.

“Hmm.  A tie,” observed Oz critically, brow furrowed as he read the slips of paper.  “Well, looks like Jung and Mike are our big winners.”

“So we’re the big losers?  Aw, man.”  Harry shook his head, but didn’t seem as disappointed as you might expect.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about this.  I hadn’t lost, so I didn’t owe anyone a blowjob.  But “winning” meant getting a blowjob… I didn’t even like taking my shirt off around other guys!  Now I was supposed to let Oz or Harry kneel down between my legs and suck me off?  No way!

“Can I forfeit my prize?” I asked awkwardly.

Oz laughed.  “Why would you want to do that, Mike?  Do you think I’ll suck or something?”

“Isn’t sucking kind of the point?” asked Harry lazily, taking one last drag on his bong before setting it aside.  He rubbed his hands together.  “Listen, Mike, fair’s fair.  You won.  I lost but I’m a good sport, let’s do it.  We can’t back out because we don’t like the results.”

“I– I like the results, I’m glad you liked my story, it’s just…” I mumbled, squirming uncomfortably at the idea of undressing around three other guys.

“Who would you prefer, me, or Oz?” asked Harry.

“Er– uh–” I stammered.  I wasn’t sure what etiquette dictated here; it felt weird to choose one.  Oz was definitely more experienced than Harry.  Was that a good thing or a bad thing?  I had no idea.

Beside me, Jung was watching me, too, knowing that whichever I picked, he’d get the other.  I didn’t want to be a “bad sport” but this felt so strange to me; I was so used to taking Geena’s direction, to having her around to reassure and protect me.  Maybe this kind of casual contest was all fun and games for Oz and Harry, but for me this was a big deal!  I knew Jung wasn’t very experienced but even he seemed unperturbed by the circumstances; he had already pulled his shirt up over his head.

“Umm… uh…”

“Oh, Mike’s never gonna decide.  Just flip a coin!” said Harry.

I edged back toward the door nervously, as if I might be able to escape (fat chance!).  I knew it was futile.  

Jung began digging around in the pocket of his jeans for a coin to flip, and I swallowed nervously, unsure of what was about to happen next…

…when all of the sudden, without any warning, the door to my back burst open, slapping me firmly on the ass and sending me flying forward!

Jung and Harry both screamed as if they expected a ghost or zombie to burst in.  Oz caught me with a startled “oop!”, putting me back on my feet.  My eyes were watering at the smack; I turned and saw a blurry vision of a goddess, the furthest thing from a ghost or a zombie!

There she was, Geena, in the flesh, dressed in a tight long-sleeve sweater and a short plaid skirt.  Coming in behind her was her friend Rachel, Jung’s girlfriend, wearing an even shorter skirt and a denim jacket.  Both of them looked a little pink-cheeked from the cold October night, and it gave them a healthy glow that radiated energy.

“Geena!” I exclaimed gratefully, resisting the urge to throw myself at her.  “I thought you were at the theater bake sale all night.”

“Well, I was… but we completely sold out of cookies!” she explained, beaming.  She reached into her pocket and pulled out a single ghost-shaped cookie, wrapped in a crinkly brown paper napkin.  “I got you one, by the way.  The ‘treat’ part of ‘trick or treat.’”

I reached for it, but Rachel swatted my hand before I could take it.  “Oh, no.  No, no, no.  I want to know just exactly what’s going on here!”  She pointed a long finger accusingly at us.  Everyone but me was in a state of undress and I’m sure we looked like we were up to mischief.  Well… we were!

“Just a friendly contest, nothing big,” said Jung quickly, eyes wide.  Rachel gazed down at him imperiously.  I sure didn’t envy him.

“Well, if it’s no big deal, don’t stop on account of us,” said Rachel, quietly, and I could hear the dare in her voice.  I edged a little closer to Geena, hoping she’d save me.  She let me press my back to her chest, and she hugged me from behind, her breasts pressing into my shoulder blades like a pair of warm pillows.  She canted her hips forward, and I felt a familiar hard pressure between my buttocks.  She was wearing one of her strap-ons!  She must have been expecting to finish the bakesale early and come home to me, after all.

I should never have doubted her.  Geena always made time for me; even though we hadn’t gone to the concert, she had never had any intention of leaving me alone all night.

I felt myself calming down a little in her embrace, and I wriggled my ass back into her gratefully.

“I think Mike would rather just watch,” purred Geena reaching around to cup me between the legs.  “You said you wanted to see a show tonight, didn’t you, Mike?”

I blushed.  I had wanted to see a concert, not… this.  But watching was preferable to participating, and I felt safe with Geena holding me in place.  I stood there as her skillful hands teased me, watching my three friends cower a little under Rachel.  Oz had enough experience with Rachel not to be intimidated, but Jung and Harry both looked a little worried about disappointing her. 

Jung planted his feet firmly, widely apart, and unzipped his jeans to pull his thick length out of his jeans.  The corner of Rachel’s mouth turned up in a pleased smirk, and she reached between her own legs to pull up her skirt.  She eased out an even thicker length!  Her strap-on was bigger than Jung’s already-ample shaft, and it was bright orange, swirled with a little bit of yellow and white. 

Her candy corn cock featured a big mushroom head and a thick vein down the top.  It was seasonally appropriate in color and impossible to look away from.  Rachel might as well have pulled out a traffic cone!  I couldn’t imagine her walking around all day wearing it… no, actually, I could.  Rachel had probably been grinding against guys all night to convince them to buy more cookies.  And now that the sale was over, she was ready to get down to the real business of the night.

Harry looked a little stunned, but Oz looked delighted.

“Alright, start with him.  I’ll tell you when it’s time for something… more,” commanded Rachel, one hand holding her dick and stroking it salaciously.  Jung had earned his nickname, “Hung Jung,” for all the right reasons… but his own cock was dwarfed by Rachel’s massive tool, its bright fall colors demanding that it be worshiped

At Rachel’s instruction, Oz dropped to his knees and shuffled forward.  Harry hesitantly followed his lead.  The two of them edged forward toward Jung, putting their hands on his thighs and leaning in to nose at him.  

Jung closed his eyes and tilted his head back with a huff as Oz’s tongue flicked out and licked experimentally over his length.  “Rachel… I’ve never…” he mumbled, looking a little overwhelmed.

“Shush,” said Rachel firmly.  “Accept your reward, Jung.  Only the best for my boy!” She stroked herself as she watched the other two boys lapping at Jung’s cock, teasing him to hardness.  His face was tilted up, his eyes closed, and he was clearly focusing on Rachel’s voice as his friends jostled to kiss and lick his heavy cock. 

“Just look at this stud!  What a catch, isn’t he, Geena?  So obedient, letting himself be used…”  She circled him like a hyena, running her hand over his bare back, her lips turned up in a sharp smile.  Kneeling at her and Jung’s feet like obedient pets, Oz and Harry were busy working Jung up, “fluffing” him for Rachel’s use.  

Watching Jung accept their attention, I felt a little annoyed at myself for being so shy.  Why couldn’t I be confident like Jung was?  Jung had even less experience than me, yet he seemed more willing to try risque new things.  (Not that Rachel was really giving him much choice!)

But Geena must have sensed my feelings because she kissed my ear, shushing me softly even though I hadn’t said anything, grinding her hips and wiggling herself against me as we watched.  Her hands caressed me, and I no longer felt left out; this was exactly how I wanted my night to go.  Geena’s attention was better than anyone else’s, even the combined attention of Oz, Harry, and Rachel.

“Turn,” commanded Rachel, her voice firm, and Jung obediently turned his back to her.  She grabbed a fistful of Harry’s hair and yanked his head off Jung’s cock and onto hers, forcing him to take her length.  Jung was impressive in size and girth, but compared to Rachel, his length was nothing.  He was only the appetizer; she was the main course!  I heard Harry choke softly, just a little, before he adjusted himself to swallow, bobbing his head according to Rachel’s directions, slobbering all over her dick with the same amount of gusto as he had Jung’s.

“Get it nice and wet for him.  That’s right.  Now back to his cock; go on,” commanded Rachel, giving Harry a shove.  He needed more direction than Oz.  Oz had once dated Rachel and Oz seemed to have a natural ability to know what to do and where he was needed.  He’d been moving between Jung’s shaft and his balls with expert timing, keeping out of Rachel’s way as she brandished her long, orange toy at them.

Harry went back to Jung’s groin, burying his face in to lick at him.  For a guy who had “lost” he didn’t seem to be very upset!

Geena’s hands played with my hard-on as we watched, silently.  Rachel placed a hand on Jung’s shoulder and got behind him, teasing his hole with the tip of her powerful autumn pole.  I couldn’t see much because of Oz and Harry, but I knew the moment she penetrated him by his face.  His brow furrowed and his face twisted, then went slack as his body accommodated Rachel’s filling it.  Her nails dug into his shoulder as she began pounding him, and below, Oz and Harry continued vying for his cock as it bounced and bobbed in time to Rachel’s firm, sharp thrusts.

My knees felt weak as Geena lovingly molested me, easing some of my growing frustration with her hands, kneading it out of me as skillfully as she had kneaded the dough for the bakesale cookies.

“So… do you want to explain what was going on here?” she murmured in my ear, her plump lips tickling my skin.  A shiver of delight ran down my spine.

“We were telling scary stories.  Loser gives a winner a blowjob,” I mumbled, blushing with embarrassment at how silly our little contest sounded.

“Mm… so you won?”

I nodded.  Geena beamed, clearly proud, and stood on her tip-toes to lean over my shoulder and kiss the corner of my mouth.  “I suppose we should go home and make sure you get your reward, huh?”

“Uh-huh,” I said, a little dazed at the offering.  Geena wiggled her hips into mine, pressing her cock up into my cheeks.  I felt my manhood pulse at her suggestion.  “I wouldn’t mind a treat at home,” I said, blushing harder.

“You got your treat already… but I’ve definitely got some tricks at home,” Geena murmured in my ear.

“Your tricks are usually more like treats to me,” I said, turning around to cover her neck in kisses and inhaling the fresh, familiar scent of her hair.  “Let’s go, Geena… happy Halloween, fellas.”

“Happy Halloween, Mike,” called Jung, his voice tight and strained as Rachel continued to pound him relentlessly.  He managed to wave to me as Geena grasped my hand to lead me home.  I knew there weren’t any zombies out and about, but I was still glad to have her with me… especially knowing the Halloween “tricks and treats” that were waiting for me!