Trick and Treat

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
Artwork (c) 2006 by Barton

"We might as well skip this house." I said to Jack and Tim as we approached the yellow house with the green shutters. "You remember what happened last year." It was Halloween, just after sundown, so we kids were out on the street in force in our costumes in our annual search for free candy from all the neighbors. Me and my friends were ten years old this year and in our Halloween-candy prime; I was dressed as Robin, Jack was dressed as the Flash, and Tim was wearing a bandanna and a goatee made from a piece of an old wig, I guess he was a pirate.

"What?" Tim asked, he was new to this town, I'd said that last to Jack alone.

"I remember." Jack said. "That's why we're not skipping him this year."

"What happened last year?" Tim wanted to know.

"Old Man McCabe." Jack said. "We said Trick or Treat' and he said, "I'll take the trick.'"

"We just stood there and looked at him, and he laughed and shut the door in our faces." I finished.

"Oh." Tim nodded. "A jerk. One of them in every neighborhood, I guess."

"So why do you want to go back and have him do it again this year?" I asked Jack. "You know he's going to just do it again."

"I'm counting on it." Jack nodded. "I'll bet he's still wearing nothing but those ratty old sweatshorts when he does it, too."

"And he probably still has that big bowl of candy he won't give us anything out of." I agreed.

"A jerk." Tim said again. "We had one in my old neighborhood, too."

"So what do we do?" I wanted to know, for we were at his front gate already.

"Just wait until he says, I'll take the trick.'" Jack said. "Then we rush him. One of you be sure to close the door behind us, too."

Tim looked a question at me and I nodded. "Why not." I agreed.

"Fine with me." Tim chimed in. "The jerk back in my neighborhood called me a pussy when I didn't know how to answer him. What do they even mean, they'll take the trick?"

"It doesn't mean anything." I assured him.

"Sure it does." Jack said as he stepped up to the front door. "And we're going to give him the trick."

I considered this. "Cool."

Ding-dong! went the doorbell.

A shadow at the window in the door, just a small, frosted rectangle, enough to show us someone was about to open the door, and we all took a step back.

And the door swung inward and Mr. McCabe was in the doorway.

Like we'd predicted, he wore nothing but the same baggy, ratty, loose-fitting sweatshorts he'd worn last year. The rest of him was a mass of chest hair, hairy arms, hairy legs, hairy feet, hairy hands. His face was round and beginning to sag some, so was his stomach. His hair looked like it'd been cut with a buzzsaw.

"Trick or treat!" we said, extending our bags. All the other neighbors would promptly grab the bowl of candy (if they weren't holding it already) and we would get some comment on our costumes and then handfuls of sweet stuff!

Not this jerk. He put one hand on his hip and said, "I'll take the trick."

Last year, that had produced dumb looks and us muttering, him laughing and shutting the door. This year...

"Get him!" came Jack's call and the three of us rushed him!

McCabe only got out a bit of a "Yawp!" sound before he crashed to the floor. Jack and I were the ones who had him down, Tim closed the door.

"Turn off the outside light, too!" directed Jack.

"What the fuck are you kids doing?" sputtered Mr. McCabe.

"You wanted the trick, we're giving you the trick." Jack grinned, his smile and blond hair under the blue mask looked a lot like the Flash from the old comic books (the one with the "Mercury" hat, that is), and I grinned at him.

"Yeah, Flash and I have bagged you, Mr. McCabe."

"You kids let me up. Right now!"

"Get his shorts, Tim, get his shorts." Jack urged him.

"Uh?" Tim was surprised.

"Come on, skin them off him." Jack said. "Benny and I will keep him held down while you pull the trick on him."

"Okay." Tim dimpled and he got into it. Mr. McCabe squirmed but Jack and I had him pinned by his shoulders, all his wriggling just made it easier for Tim to yank those shorts off of him. They really were loose and baggy, and came right off the guy.

"Hey, he's got nothing on underneath it!" I marveled as I saw the removal of the shorts made him now completely nude.

"Neat trick!" I applauded.

"We're not done yet." Jack said. "Trick's just getting started."

"Let me up you little freaks!" Mr. McCabe griped. "I'll give you some fucking candy, Christ, it was just a joke...."

"Oh, no, you wanted the trick, and you're going to get the trick." Jack said. "Tim, grab his dick."

"Huh?" Tim asked.

"Huh?" McCabe echoed.

"Huh?" I put in a bit later.

"Grab his dick. Jerk off the jerk."

"You funning me?" Tim said dubiously.

"No." Jack said. "Trust me. Grab hold of his dick and jerk him off."

Tim reached a tentative hand down and caught hold of Mr. McCabe's dick. "Gee, it's a fat one." he said as he hauled on the thick folds of skin and lifted out the shaft. It swelled and firmed in his fingers, and soon he had hold of a sizeable organ.

"That's a big one, all right." Jack said. "And it's swelling up like a balloon. You'd better get to pumping on it, or it'll pop without you."

"Gah, you kids, let me go, let me go!" Mr. McCabe squirmed. "You can have all the candy in the fucking bowl, just let me go."

"Sorry, when we start the trick, we keep it up until it's done." Jack mocked him. I kept myself from feeling sorry for the creep by remembering last year's disappointment.

"Yeah, come on, beat his meat for him." I chimed in.

Buoyed by our encouragement, Tim began to work Mr. McCabe's dick. Mr. McCabe squirmed a bit more, then he settled back down and just sort of...moaned.

"Mmmmmmmh!" was what he said.

"Yeah, that's the way he likes it." Jack said. "Come on, Tim, whomp him faster. We got more houses to get to before the candy runs out."

"Come on, make that monkey spit up." I agreed. "Get his milk all over his stomach and chest."

"Yeah, and we'll leave him like that." Jack said. "That's the trick we pull on people who don't give us our Halloween candy!"

"What do you think of that, Mr. McCabe?" I asked him.

"Mmmmhhhh!" was all he said.

"Wow, his dick's getting all hot." Tim said as he pummeled it.

"That means he's ready to blow it." Jack said. "Keep whacking him."

"Yeah, make him cream!" I said.

"Oh, uh, guh, uh, ah!" Mr. McCabe gasped.

"He's going to do it." Jack said. "Come on, he's going to squirt it."

"Yeah, Tim, milk it out of him. Milk it all out!" I said.

"Oh, uh, GUH, AH-GAH-GHUNNH-GUHHH!"

And Mr. McCabe was spraying all over the place. Not just a weak dribble like I'd managed the last couple of times, but a full-blown, fountain-like geyser that spurted up high and landed all over the place. Oh, it got mostly on Mr. McCabe's stomach, but Tim got a long white rope of it on his arm, and I got a splatter on my face and another right on the "R" of my costume.

"Whoa, look at him blow those chunks!" Jack said. "Way to go, Tim!"

"Yeah, Tim, you really are making him go!" I said, for Mr. McCabe was still squirting, just small dribbles now, but he was still moaning and kind of writhing under us, not like he was trying to get away, but like the huge load he had shot was making him shiver and shake.

"That was great!" Tim said. "I never knew a guy's wiener could do that!"

"I did." Jack said proudly. "I saw my big brother jerking his dick a few nights ago."

"Yeah?" I said.

"Oh, man, oh, man, oh, man!" Mr. McCabe was moaning.

"We'd better get out of here." I said.

"Don't forget our candy." Jack said. "He said we could have all his candy, remember?"

"He did?" I said. "Did you say that?"

"Oh, yeah, take it all, shit, yeah, take it!" Mr. McCabe mumbled.

I was unsure of it, until I looked in the bowl Jack was holding. "Hey, he's got the little Snickers bars in there! Ooh, and Milky Ways, too!"

"And it's all ours!" Jack said. "Load up our bags, guys."

We shoveled the candy into approximately three piles into our sacks. Mr. McCabe was still lying on his floor, white jizz all over his body, as we walked out and closed the door behind us.

"You say you got that from watching your big brother?" I said to Jack.

"Yeah, he did all that jerking and he shot his load into the bathroom sink, and then he looked into the mirror, grinning and said, Oh, man, that really did the trick.'"

"Oh, so that's what you meant." I said.

"Does your brother shoot like Mr. McCabe does?" Tim asked.

"Yeah, he really creamed in the sink." Jack assured us.

"I'd sure like to see that." I said.

"Well, it's time we went home." Jack said. "You want to go back to my house and divide up our candy. We can wait until he gets in bed...." and Jack trailed off with one of his grins.

Tim got it. "We can pull a trick on him!"

"Yeah, only it's my turn." I said. "You have to help Jack hold him down."

"Sure." Jack said. "You whomp Jerry's dick, and then when I come visit you overnight, we'll get your brother Matt."

"It's a deal." I said.

Treats for Halloween are fun...but the tricks were turning out to be pretty great, too!