The Halloween Costume Debacle (part I)

Welcome to our first ever Halloween special!

I have been working on writing shorter stories lately, made of only a couple of chapters.

This is the first one (maybe of many?) that I am releasing on this page.

I still enjoy the larger book format, - I cannot help myself from developing my characters and the plot-lines -, but eh, sometimes it feels refreshing not committing to 24 chapters and 300 pages! ;)

I hope you will like it, and more importantly... Happy Halloween everyone!

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The Halloween Costume Debacle!

Part 1: Slutty Batman

Halloween has always been a very special evening in Riverside College.

I am in my senior year and since I was a freshman, I have been accustomed to the campus’ extravagant festivities during the night of October 31st.

Being the gay boy of my floor, you bet that I am often the first one in line to party my ass off!

For some reason, Halloween screams “GAY” to me, and I have always felt like this holiday was meant for people like us.

Sorry for assuming that you are part of the queer community if you are reading these lines.

Maybe it comes from the camp costumes, maybe it is because of the witches, or maybe we love Halloween because traditional holidays like Christmas are triggering for most LGBT people.

Who has not cringed when the creepy uncle asks the traditional “where’s your girlfriend” question during Christmas’ Eve?

Also, I study (and love) fashion so it seems like the perfect annual opportunity to have fun with style without being judged for it.

Halloween night is my cheap MET Gala of some sort.

If you are reading this Anna Wintour, I am still waiting for my invitation to the actual event by the way. Please and thank you.

In any case, my enthusiasm is definitely shared in Riverside College.

They have consistently been making a huge deal out of Halloween. Pretty much every one dresses up to go to class on October 31st, and they throw multiple parties across the campus as well as many competitions to vote for the best costumes.

They have more than a dozen of sub-categories, so much so that it becomes difficult to keep track of.

“Best costume overall.”

“Most original.”

“Best costume in a duo.”

“Sexiest costume.”

“Sexiest couple costume.”

This last category is usually the most talked about, because it is also usually the most scandalous one.

Last year, the girl who won was wearing a nurse costume only made of a doctor’s coat.

When I say only made of, this is quite literal. She wore nothing underneath the coat and she offered sneak peeks of her most intimate parts all throughout the night.

Her boyfriend was wearing a pair of jockstraps and some crop-top. Not as revealing but freaking sexy nonetheless!

To this day, I am not very sure which character he was supposed to be.

Just to be clear, I am not mentioning this because I would be entering the competition myself.

They have featured gay couples in the past but, sadly, I am neither sexy enough nor in a relationship to qualify for this particular contest.

College has not brought me any boyfriend.

A few hook-ups, for sure, but a decent boyfriend, no.

I guess I will have time to settle down with a cute and nice guy after graduation…

One can only hope, right?

Do not get this wrong, this does not mean that I am ugly. Or at the very least, I do not think so.

I am an experienced diver and I have built my body accordingly. Exercising and going to the gym has been part of my routine for years and, if I do say so myself, the speedos suit my peachy ass very nicely.

I am rather tall, with dark hair and brown eyes.

I am fine, I am just not “sexy” per se.

Outside of the pool, I have to wear glasses to see anything.

Despite being 22, a lot of people still mistake me for a freshman, and I am not totally done with my acne.

Also, no matter how shredded I get, for some reason, I always look lengthy and skinny. Probably something to do with my genes, my father has always been thin.

At the very least, I know how to dress myself, even though I am not sure Indiana is ready for the trendy looks that I offer sometimes.

Compared to the studs and gym-rats living, partying, and fucking on my floor, I do not stand out.

To be fair, Leonard Rickman would be stealing the spotlight away from anyone else, including his own teammates.

You know the TikTok’s trend: *Six Feet tall and super strong*, he is the living embodiment of that phrase.

As you can guess, Leonard is the quarterback of the football team, he rarely bothers with wearing a tee-shirt, and even when he does, - to attend a class which he does not do often -, it would have to be sleeveless and tight.

What is the point of growing these large muscles if not to flaunt them to the world?

Leonard has big impressive pecs, strong and large biceps, and a massive meaty…

Wait… I am not supposed to know that…

Heck, I can trust you, right? No secret between my reader and I?

As it turns out, the football captain is also the embodiment of another popular catch-phrase: *Big dick energy*!

On our floor, we are a dozen male students sharing a communal shower and let me tell you this, Leonard Rickman is the biggest of us all! No contest necessary to assess his victory there.

When as a young freshman, I realized that I would be taking my showers alongside semi-professional athletes, two thoughts crossed my mind:

First. OMG, I’m gonna get bullied so hard…

Second. OMG, I’m gonna see those hot guys buck-naked every single day!

I should reassure you right away. For a story occurring on Halloween, there is no much horror happening in it.

I did not get bullied, at all.

Instead, I have been happily sharing my commodities with shameless naked hunks every morning and every night for the past three years.

They know that I am gay and they do not give a single fuck!

Who fucking knew College would be so cool?!

On the contrary, I feel like that they are more than willing to show off. For them, it is just funny that I could be attracted to their bodies… and hanging cocks.

Believe me, I have tried not being a creep and not looking but at some point, it became obvious that they were flaunting the goods especially when I was there, just for me.

Leonard and his two best mates from the football team even made a running gag out of it.

“Come on, get your daily eye candy in, Dennis!”

“Don’t be shy, look at us!”

“Our junks want to say hello, it’d be rude not saying it back!”

The three of them would open up their towels at the exact time revealing their meats and having a laugh about it.

This has been happening two to three times a week.

To make things even better, each one of these three studs has been blessed with a horse-cock complementing their overly athletic bodies in the best way.

Out of this group though, Leonard clearly remains the undisputed king with his massive black cock and his low-hanging balls.

Even flaccid, that uncut member is properly HUGE!

After all this time, I am still not getting used to that size. Every time I see it, it reminds me that it is actually THAT big and that I have not made it up in my mind.

If I believe some of the intel from the cheerleaders on campus, when hard, Leonard’s tool is even more impressive.

Jesus… No wonder why he is such a cocky brat!

I can only dream of having a dick like that buried in my throat or in my ass someday…

I actually dream about it. A lot.

The sneak peeks he has graciously offered in the showers have fuelled countless hours of masturbation over the years.

Once, I was walking near the track field where Leonard was training for God knows what event with the rest of the football team, and there had been a huge storm.

Just seeing him soaked in his white pair of shorts, looking at me and smiling, got my filthy fantasies going for months.

He is just that attractive. To me, at least.

Anyway, I am looking through my large collection of old costumes, - my dorm room is, as you may imagine for any aspiring fashion stylist, completely overloaded with ridiculous clothing materials, - when someone knocks at my door.

I am still hesitant about what I am about to wear for the gay party taking place on the other side of campus and as often, I am late… The only thing I took care of is my make-up.

Not actual night-out’s make-up.

I painted myself a bloody face with fake dried blood all over my nose and on my left cheek. I also gave myself a black eye.

Honestly, it looks pretty good for an amateur job.

Jason has texted me four times already. He is my best friend and is also (very) openly gay. We are supposed to go together to the party and find ourselves a respective top to, hopefully, fuck our brains out.

Since I am in a hurry, I am not too happy to be disturbed.

Well… Until I open the door and see Leonard on the other side.

In more than three years living in adjacent dorm-rooms, this has never happened. He has never knocked at my door.

“What’s up, bro?” He extends his fist.

Since when do we fist-bump each other? … And since when am I his “bro”?

“Hey, Leon…”

“Wow! Dude! What happened to your face?!”

I do not get his concern at first but then, I burst out laughing. He is genuinely worried.

“I’ve gotten into a fight…” I lie.

“What?! With whom?! You should have called me, and the rest of the team, bro! We would have beat this guy up!”

Do not think that this means I am part of their football crew. We are not really friends.

It is more about the fact that Leonard and his meathead friends seem to love having a reason to throw a fist and get in a fight.

I sigh.

“That’s just some make-up. It’s Halloween, remember? That’s fake!”

“Oh, right… Damn, you’re good at this!”

“What are you doing here, Leonard?”

“I need some fashion advice…”

I chuckle.

Out of all the reasons he would be staying outside of my room, him looking for a stylist would have never crossed my mind.

He is wearing nothing other than a pair of loose white boxer-shorts and black socks as he stands before me.

It does seem like the fashion police would have a motive to arrest him. Such bad taste assorting dark socks with white underwear… Although, I guess that when you have the physique of a Greek God, what is the point of worrying about clothes?

His identity is pretty much “barely naked 24/7” and I approve that for Leonard Rickman.

“What do you mean? You usually do pretty well by yourself. Sleeveless tank top and small shorts, that’s it.”

“Seems like you’ve taken a good look at what I wear buddy!”

“It’s not rocket science, man. You always dress the same and fashion is what I do.”

He gives me a slight grin.

“Yeah, yeah… Whatever. Can you help me? I need a costume for tonight. Marissa is waiting for me. I sent her what I was supposed to wear and she didn’t like it…”

Marissa is Leonard’s current girlfriend. You can guess it; she is also the head of the cheerleaders’ team.

It is so cliché that it is almost funny.

Almost.

To be fair, they have been together since last summer which is probably a longevity record for the both of them.

“What is the problem with your costume?”

“It’s great! It’s a Batman one, freaking cool, but she says it’s not sexy enough… We’re going for sexy couple costume tonight and I must say, she has a point. She sends me what she’s wearing and I’m clearly not living up to her costume.”

Leonard walks inside my room uninvited and hands me his phone so I can check the picture of his girlfriend.

Marissa is attending a pre-party in a red thong and a red bra (at least, she knows how to match colours!), barely covered by a blue cape.

“What the fuck?” I ask, looking at the sexy lingerie.

“She’s Miss America or Wonder Woman or something.”

“Or something… Right.”

The look is simply indecent but I am not that surprised.

In the past years, the costumes have gotten increasingly outrageous until they have become downright pornographic. It only makes sense that we are reaching a climax in senior year.

Besides, Marissa is not known to be the most prudish girl on campus. I do not think the thong she is wearing will even survive the night.

“Can you find something for me to wear so we can look good together? She really wants to win that damn competition.”

I look at the muscle jock worrying in front of me.

I bet that Leonard is wondering whether his ability to fuck Marissa that night depends on their win.

She does seem pretty hot in her scandalous outfit. Even my gay eyes can see that.

I scan him from head to toes. Honestly, just wearing this pair of white underwear would work for me. I would give him my vote 100 percent.

“You’re gonna need to look very hot if you want to match with her…”

“I know, that’s what I need you!”

I smile.

“I think I can help you out.”

Leonard seems instantly reassured. He even jumps on me for a hug. He has always been a very “hands-on” guy, even with his buddies.

“Great! Thanks, bro!”

I feel his cock rubbing against my thigh until he releases me.

“We don’t have a lot of time and no way to purchase a costume now so we’re gonna need to be creative.”

“Look at that make-up you’ve done for yourself. You can figure this out! What do you have in mind?”

I stop to think for a few seconds.

“Slutty Batman.” I speak.

“Uh?”

“The easiest thing we can do is to use the costume you’ve already bought and to make it… well, sluttier.”

“But I’m not a slut!”

Once again, I have to refrain from laughing. I do not want to mock him.

“It’s just a way to refer to the sexy costumes people wear on Halloween. I’m not saying anything about your character.”

“Yes, when girls wear them! Not guys!”

I roll my eyes.

“Do you want to make Marissa happy or not?”

He nods yes. I think his massive horny dick is talking more than his brain right now.

“Course’! Have you seen her on that pic?! She’s the whole package and she’s out there, surrounded by horny dudes.” He exclaims, as if any other breathing man should have understood the importance and urgency of the situation.

“Okay, then. Let’s go. We’ll spice up your look!”

“What do you need me to do?”

I love this phrasing; it seems like I have control over the hottest guy of our campus.

“Just go get your Batman costume. You don’t mind if we tear it apart a bit, don’t you?”

“Who do you think I am? Let’s tear this shit up!”

He laughs and leaves my dorm room.

I realize I am sporting a semi under my jeans… I would not have minded Leonard staying in his boxer shorts all night but I have an idea in mind which could work just as well, or even better.

I start to look through my stuff: I need a belt, a silver aerosol spray, maybe some glitter even. More importantly, I search for my professional scissors. One thing is for sure: I am going to remove a lot of fabric.

Leonard comes back a minute later, his batman costume in his hands.

He did not think that changing was necessary, he is still wearing his white pair of underwear.

It is one of these models with an opening on the front. Out of the three buttons, only two are closed meaning that I can catch a glimpse of his black cock through the tiny gap.

He did remove his long black socks though. Good call.

I try to stay focused.

“Thanks, gimme that.”

It doesn’t take me more than a second to realize that the fabric of his Batman suit is cheap as fuck.

“You think you can do something nice… and hot?” He enquires.

“Look at yourself, Leonard. Hot is pretty much a guarantee.”

He smirks and licks his lips.

This is something that I notice he does often. Some people are just naturally flirtatious, Leonard is definitely one of them and he loves to be praised.

He does not even need to try to be sexy as fuck.

“I think the leather pants are a bit slutty already, no?” He asks tentatively. “Problem is, they are too tight for me… I have large thighs.”

He spreads his legs and flexes his muscles to make his point.

When I tell you that he just loves to turn me on! Leonard knows exactly what he is doing.

“Tight is not a problem when we go for a slutty Halloween costume, quite the opposite. But length is… We cannot hide your thighs and your glutes, man. You should do exactly like Marissa, show your best assets!”

He licks his lips again.

I am sure he is excited by the prospect of flaunting more of his stunning body.

“Do your job, buddy. I trust you.”

I smile largely and grab my pair of scissors.

“The only thing I want to keep intact is the cape. Everything else has to go. There is absolutely no need to hide such a sculptural chest.”

Leonard beams with pride as I compliment his looks.

Does he know that I have feen fantasizing over him for years? Probably… To be fair, the entire Riverside College is drooling over him.

“I don’t mind showing a bit of skin.” He says casually.

You bet…

“Just let me have a look at you and at the materials I have.”

He stands still.

“You have your vision, David Fincher?” He teases.

“You do realize that Fincher is a director, not a stylist. Gimme five minutes. I need to focus a little to do things right.”

He sits on my bed and spreads his legs wider. I see more of his dick now. Even flaccid, it is so big that it could slip from the loose boxer shorts.

I really need to focus on the work at hands.

First off, I do a rough cut of the trousers to get rid of as much fabric as possible.

It is technical working with leather pants but I am good at it and at this early stage, I just want to make it into a pair of shorts. I will make a cleaner cut later on.

Leonard watches me in silence. He is scrolling on his phone while scratching his balls underneath his boxers. I am trying not to glance too often.

Apparently, Marissa has just sent it another picture.

“Who’s that dude behind you?” He vocal-texts her, annoyed.

Oh… Jealousy…

He doesn’t need to worry; I am in the process of making sure all eyes will be on him.

I rather not look at my own phone. Jason is probably losing his shit over me. I could text him but what would I say? *I am busy, dude, the biggest stud of our college is sitting barely naked on my bed.*

“Leonard? Can you stand back up so I can take some measurements?” I ask when I am done with the preliminary stitching.

“Sure. But let’s hurry up, it seems like the party’s already going wild.”

He stands up and, - I must say, very naturally -, I kneel in front of him with my tape.

“Can you… Can you turn around? I’ll start with the back.”

The sudden proximity with his genitals almost takes my breath away.

Leonard turns around without discussing.

Two large buns covered by a thin white nylon fabric appear as he moves his gigantic self. My nose is right at the level of his ass-crack.

I wish I could take everything off.

My hands are slightly trembling as I take the measurements that I need.

Leonard lightly contracts his bum as my fingers run against it.

“How does the view look from down there?” He asks playfully.

“G… Good… You can turn back around.”

He obliges immediately.

Damn, I am so close to his cock now. The gap where his boxer shorts are unbuttoned is right there, in front of me. I can clearly see his black foreskin. Better than this, I can smell his dick, his manly scent…

I gulp.

“I just need to have some ideas of what I’m working with so the bottom suits you. It’s the only part you’re gonna wear after all.”

“Just do your thing, no need to walk me through every step.”

“Oh… Okay…”

“And for Christ’s sake, don’t be so scared of my dong!” He jokes, shaking himself to make his cock flopping around inside in underwear.

It is like a monster coming to life.

Leonard really is the gorgeous stud that he thinks he is. I do not mind his cockiness. With a body like that, you get to be arrogant!

I continue with my task.

Not going to lie, I may spend a little too much time around his thighs and then on his groin. Without me consciously wanting it, - although, this was definitely meant to happen -, my hand brushes against his cock.

I gasp and Leonardo reacts immediately.

Not the way I thought he would though.

“Do I need to take off my underwear?”

“Wh… What?”

“To make your job easier. You seem to be struggling down there.”

Oh God, now this is getting really interesting!

“Yes… I think it’d be better; you’ll wear the latex shorts without anything underneath.”

He nods yes but he waits.

Maybe he realizes that this is getting “too gay”. I am not one of his mates with whom he can play the “no homo, bro” game.

Once again, I am wrong to assume any discomfort from his part.

“Well… What are you waiting for then? Take them off!”

I should not be surprised… He wants me to peel them off myself… While I am on my knees…

My heart starts beating fast in my chest.

A little shaky, I grab the waistbands of the football captain’s briefs and I pull them down slowly.

First, I reveal the entirety of his impressive v-lines on each side of his rock-hard abs, simultaneously, a rather full bush of very dark pubic hair appears before my amazed eyes, and then, the base of his girthy cock.

I have seen the monster before but never this up-close and personal.

Besides, as I unveil Leonardo’s prominent anatomy, it seems like he is not fully flaccid.

That cock looks way too big and heavy to be limp. I see the prominent veins, and then the tip of his meaty dick, and finally, his very low-hanging balls.

Those are super-hairy and seemingly full.

I really do not know what I am supposed to do anymore.

Oh right… The measurements!

I put the tape against his groin, and I feel Leonard’s dick against my hand.

I brush it incidentally. Honestly, the anaconda is literally smashed against me. There is not much that I can do to avoid contact.

And let’s be real... Do I really want to avoid contact?

I want to bathe in his hairy musky manhood!

I do not dare looking above me. I wonder what is going on in the jock’s mind. I think that he just enjoys toying with me.

“I… I think I’ve got what I need…” I stammer.

“Great. Wanna tape my cock too?”

I look up to him.

Leonard burst out laughing.

He takes a step back and sits on the bed. Obliviously, he was only kidding.

Or was he?!

[The second and final part of the Halloween Special's short story will be available this Sunday!]