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Devil in the Details -- Haunted House Part 01
🕑 Added 2020-11-02 02:38:06 +0000 UTC“You wanted to go with these two losers?” Carl complained. He wasn’t exactly happy that Brandon had invited Scott or Kevin out on their haunted house night. “Couldn’t it have at least been a couple of girls?”
“Isn’t this close enough?” Brandon held his hand for for a high five, which was instantly taken in by Carl. “But it was Scott who got the tickets. And Kevin’s his friend. So why not?”
“Cause they’re losers…” Carl had no qualms about saying it in front of their faces. Mostly because he knew neither one of them could do a thing about it. Kevin squirmed in his seat, but Scott just smiled like an idiot. If it weren’t for Brandon, he’d never have been around either of them.
“Let me level with you,” Brandon started off. “If the haunted house isn’t scary, the girls won’t have any fun. And if it’s too scary, they won’t want to do anything afterwards. Got it?”
“Got it…”
Carl turned up the volume on the music to try to fill the awkward silence. But Kevin tried to speak over it. “So… Where’d you even hear about this? It’s new right?”
“Yeah,” Scott said. “We found out about it a couple of weeks ago just driving around. It was just an abandoned factory but we met this really cool guy who wanted to do a lot more with it.”
“Really? That’s weird…” Kevin said. “Wait. What were you guys doing there?”
Carl scoffed. “Probably making out.”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Scott teased. Even though he was half the size of the wrestler, he didn’t show any fear. Though it could have been because Brandon was there. And that joke about them making out could have had some kind of merit to it. No one really said anything, because they didn’t want to upset the star football player. Not to mention how Kevin was a little bit jealous.
“No, I really don’t,” Carl gripped the steering wheel even tighter.
“I hear it’s actually a haunted place,” Kevin said.
Brandon leaned over to his friend. “Really? Who said that?”
“Those S.P.A.T.S. guys…”
“The guys who fuck in haunted places? Course you’d fucking watch that shit,” Carl said. “Dude, you really want to hang out with these f--” he cut himself off as he saw the glare fill Brandon’s eyes. “F-f-losers.”
The word Carl wanted to use was too obvious. “Just drive,” Brandon’s arms crossed his thick muscular chest. Carl’s grip tightened again. Now he was the odd one out.
Luckily it wasn’t too far of a drive. The bright orange and yellow lights lit up the dark sky. There wasn’t anything else around so it was the only thing to light up the area. They pulled into the dirt parking lot and stopped the car. Scott passed out the tickets.
“Actually…” Kevin stopped. “I need to go to the bathroom real quick.”
“Oh my God…”
But Scott stepped between them. “I’ll wait. You two can go.”
“Probably for the best,” Brandon said. “I’ll see you in a bit.” He got surprisingly close to Scott before going back to Carl. “C’mon big guy. Let’s see what this haunted house has in store for us.”
Brandon and Carl went to the front of the old building and walked inside. “Jesus… They really grow ‘em big out here,” Carl commented about the ticket collector. He towered over the two jocks and was filled with thick burly muscle that was covered in hair. But the weird glance towards Brandon made Carl wonder. “You know him?”
“Hmmm?” Brandon kept walking in. “Oh, him? I met him before.”
“Really?” Carl stood in the doorway for a second. But Brandon didn’t stop. His pace didn’t slow in the slightest as he walked deeper into the haunted house. “Don’t you wanna say hi or something? Or ask him what he’s on? Cause damn! He’s fucking huge!”
Brandon shrugged. “Maybe when we’re done.”
Carl struggled to keep pace. The darkness of the room made it hard to see. Even with the bright luminescent paint, the contrast between the pitch black and color didn’t make it easier to see. Only to know whether or not there was a wall there.
“Dude, what’s gotten into you?” Carl moved some of the dangling ropes out of the way. It was starting to be more of a midnight obstacle course than a haunted house. Sure there were spider webs put up in the corners. Along with some puppets dangling from the ceiling. But no one had tried to jump scare them yet. It was more eerie that way as the little bit of fog and uneven lighting made it hard to see. And almost every haunted house relied on those kinds of scares.
“Gotten into me?”
Brandon had stopped. He leaned his weight against a wall and looked back at Carl. His eyes were covered in shadow. Carl felt something strange wash over him. Even if this place wasn’t scary, his heart beat suddenly rose.
“Yeah man, you’re different. Like what the fuck. Why’d you have to bring you’re gay ass friend and then his even gayer ass one too?”
“They’re not that bad…”
“DUDE! That other one’s been checking me out since he got in my fucking car! You think I didn’t notice? And what is it with you and Scott? You two fucking?”
“Yep.”
Carl took a step back. He didn't expect such and honest answer. Sure, everyone on the football team figured but they never wanted to say anything. “What?! You’re gay?!”
“Bi.”
“What’s the fucking difference! You’re really fucking that little dude? Or… Oh fuck…” Carl looked on in horror. “He’s not fucking you is he?”
“He’s not.”
“Good… But still. What do you need with a guy like that anyways. You’ve got women begging to be with you. Be a real man. Just drop him.”
Again, Brandon just shrugged his heavy shoulders. “I dunno. Maybe you should try it. Kevin’s pretty nice.”
“Tch,” Carl spit between his teeth. But his anger quickly turned to uproarious laughter. He pressed forward taking a few steps past Brandon. “You’ve got to be shitting me man. Pulling my leg or something. Cause fuck.” The laughter just kept coming. “Oh yeah. Cause I totally want to mess around with a guy like Kevin. Shit, I’d do just about anything to be able to sleep with him every night and feel his tiny dick shoved deep inside my asshole. I totally want to be some cum guzzling faggot. C’mon man. Get--”
But Carl stopped his words seemed caught in his throat. Even as he tried to speak, he felt something weird happening to him. ‘Bring me more men.’ The thought invaded his mind, but then was quickly replaced by an image of Kevin. The small guy sitting in the back of his car staring at his covered arm. More over, he liked it.
“What…” a deep primal grunt pushed out of the back of Carl’s throat. As his hand pressed against his cock, he nearly fell over in the pleasure that hit him. The dark walls caught his fall but his hand just kept going. “What’s going on?” he whimpered. His lust was taking over his mind. He couldn’t stop touching himself. And all of it was to thoughts of Kevin.
“Exactly what you wanted,” Brandon laughed. He towered over Carl, watching as the other man was feverishly trying not to masturbate.
But Carl couldn’t help but notice Brandon’s body filling the old jacket even more. The fabric stretched around his thick muscular build and only seemed to show off the definition of each of his muscles all the better. “What..?”
“You just admitted to wanting to have sex with Kevin. Right?”
“It was… It was--”
“Do you want to have sex with Kevin?”
“Oh God yes!” Carl cried out. Another image of the small guy entered into his mind and he fell down onto his knees. The lustful haze had completely taken over and just hearing the question made him want it all the more.
“Exactly. But you’ve never pleased a man before. What if you’re not very good at it? Don’t you want to be good at it?”
“Of course!”
“Then say it.”
“I want to be able to please any man!”
“In what way?”
“All the ways!”
‘And what are you willing to give up?’
“Oh God…” Carl fell onto all fours. His body was going haywire, but he loved every second of it. Every bit of him felt so sensitive. “Whatever you need…”
Carl could feel all his experiences with women disappearing. His inability to satisfy them was replaced with experiences with men. But with each time he tried, he got a little better. Listening to his partner and taking in tips to more likely be able to please Kevin. Carl fell against the black walls and looked up. All he could see was Brandon’s massive dick waiting for him.
“Go on,” Brandon said. The confidence and strength the other man exuded only pushed Carl on. He opened his mouth as wide as he could and slid the massive cock into his throat. Even with its impressive girth, Carl knew not to let his teeth scrape against it. “That’s a good boy. You always wanted to be a good cock sucker.”
“Mmmmhhmmm…” Carl looked wide eyed up at the other man. He could barely see over the other man’s pecs. But the cock in his mouth was all Carl was concerned with. And after that affirmation, he could remember playing with this cock on more than one occasion. There was that distinct salty taste of pre that always dripped down the back of his throat.
Brandon picked up the pace. He was thrusting into the hole he was given, feeling the pressure on his cock while Carl licked and lapped at it in his mouth. “Oh fuck yes!” he cried out. The feeling was overtaking him. His body reacting to the senses and the changes. It only took a few more thrusts and he finished inside him.
Carl swallowed everything he was given. It was more than any of the other guys on the football team, but he wasn’t about to complain. Just having the cock in his mouth would have been worth whatever Brandon was going to throw at him. “Good boy,” he said as he shoved his cock back into his pants. “Kevin will be here shortly.”
“Kevin?!” Carl sat back up and looked around the corner like he was already there.
“Just give him a minute,” Brandon’s hand landed on Carl’s head and ruffled his short hair. But still, Carl’s excitement didn’t go down in the slightest.
Comments
Hugh Michelsen
Nice! Can’t wait to read the next.
