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I hated Halloween. When I bought my house three years ago it never occurred to me to think what the neighborhood was like Halloween night. I’d lived for years in an apartment on the edge of campus. There was never any trick-or-treating. The house I bought was just four blocks away from campus but it might as well have been in another universe.

I bought the house because I wanted a garden and more room to host small seminars for my students. A philosophy professor, I enjoyed having thoughtful discussions with visiting professors and my students in an informal setting. The house I bought had a spacious living room which looked out into a lovely garden. It was perfect setting for these seminars.

I moved in October 1, 2008, and was still unpacking and getting things just so when the doorbell started ringing non stop that Halloween night. It actually started late in the afternoon. No one had warned me of the deluge of nasty, ill-behaved, miscreant little people that swarmed through the neighborhood like a Biblical plague. The greedy little bastards quickly cleaned me out of any sweets I had. I locked my door at 6:15 pm, turned off all the lights and hid in my bedroom. When I woke up the next morning my front yard was littered with streams of toilet paper the nasty bastards had flung over everything.

The next year I was prepared. I had a fence and gate installed and just for the night, I borrowed two Dobermans from a friend. Any little ones who dared ventured up my unlit walkway to the gate were quickly running for their lives when they heard the two Dobermans snarling at them from behind the gate.The following year I did without the Dobermans. It only took that one time to set a reputation as a very scary house. The little ones stayed far away. Nevertheless, I made sure to turn off all the lights in the front of the house Halloween night.

After a soothing bath, I put on a robe, and was nestled in my comfortable reading chair browsing through a collection of recently published philosophy books when the doorbell rang. I ignored it. It rang again. A loud knock on the door followed. I ignored it. There was a louder knock followed by an even louder pounding. “God damn it!” I yelled. I got out of my chair and stomped to the doorway. When I opened it up there stood one of my students, Douglas Channing. He was dressed in a red cape. Devil horns sprouted from his head. He’d painted his skin red and when he saw me he let out a fiendish laugh and ripped his cape wide open. He was practically naked. A devil mask barely covered his essentials.

“I’ve got a special treat for you, Professor Hawkins!” my student proclaimed with a devilish grin. “Channing? Douglas Channing?” I gasped. “What the hell?”  The young man just barged in. He tossed his cape onto the floor, slammed the door shut behind him, and pushed me all the way back to my bedroom. This was not the Douglas Channing I knew from class. One of my better students, young, debonair Mr. Channing wrote the most thoughtful papers. He actually read the books I assigned. He could carry on a meaningful discussion. And he was very good eye candy. Whenever teaching become tedious, I just had to settle my eyes on his handsome face for a minute to remind me why I enjoyed teaching young men so much.

“Ready for your treat, Professor?” Douglas asked rather firmly. He groped himself obscenely and with a deft flip of his hand, he snapped the devil mask off his crotch and flung out an erection that made my mouth pop open. “Oh, God!” I cried. Douglas just laughed. He grabbed my robe and yanked it off me. I tried to cover my sudden nakedness but my dick had ballooned instantly and it was impossible to hide. Douglas smiled and pushed me down to my knees. I was impressed with how my student took charge of the situation. I thought about things too much. I was all talk and no action. When confronted with a man of action, I was powerless.

“That’s more like it old man,” Douglas snarled. “You’re gonna open your mouth and take your treat like a good little boy, you hear!” he demanded. “Yes, sir,” I meekly said. He looked down into my face with eyes that burned with unfathomable desire. Douglas tapped the tip of his cock against my dry lips. His flesh was hot and heavy. I licked my lips to moisten them and tasted the energy flowing from his cock. How did he know I was dying to taste this part of him? Had my stares in class been so obvious?

Douglas pushed his cock into my mouth. Saliva poured out of my glands, coating the young man’s meat and making it glide all the way to the back of my throat. “That’s a good boy,” Douglas moaned. “Suck my lollipop kid and I’ll give you a good treat!” I was thirty years older than the young man. Yet being called a kid by him made my dick throb. Precum poured out of my cock, coating my dick head. I grabbed my cock and thrust my crotch forward. I wanted the young man to know how turned on I was by his forcefulness. “Little boy likes my candy, huh?” he growled. “Suck it harder, boy,” he demanded. “Show Daddy how much you like his cock.”

Oh, God! He called himself Daddy! What was it going to be like lecturing this young man in class tomorrow? What was my dick going to do inside my dress slacks when he walked into class? It was going to jut down my briefs and poke against my slacks. It was going to throb so violently inside my slacks that everyone could see the length and shape of my entire cock. Douglas grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face tight against his crotch. He buried my nose in his thick bush. The tangy aroma of his sweaty crotch penetrated my nostrils. His cock head plugged the back of my throat. I could barely breathe. I could have died that instant and not regretted a moment of my life. Having Douglas Channing’s pounding, juicy cock down my throat was that satisfying. “Take it, boy,” Douglas moaned. “Feed on Daddy’s cock, son. Suck it. Suck it!” he cried. I pounded my own cock with my right hand as I clung to his bare buttocks with my left. His buttocks were hard and trembling. I felt the spasms of ecstasy uncurling inside his flesh. I plunged my fingers into his butt crack and teased his butt hole. Douglas let out whimper when I popped a fingertip into his tight, hot asshole. He squeezed my head with his hands and fucked my face hard. Thick wads of precum flowed down my throat. The sweet syrup thickened. The first tastes of milky cum coated my tonsils. I felt his body shaking. He started panting. His fingers tore into my hair. Douglas Channing let out a cry and flooded my throat with rich, hot spunk. Full of vitality and rich vitamins, the young man’s essence caused me to explode with a furry I hadn’t experienced in years.

When the young man pulled out, I was amazed at how thick his cum was. A big wad clung to his cock head. He held it just above my wet lips. With a warm smile, he smeared that cum wad onto my lips and then pushed it into my mouth with his finger.

“God, you’re a handsome man, Professor,” Douglas said. “I’ve been wanting to fuck that sweet face of yours from the first day I saw you.”

His confession took me by surprise. “Handsome? You think I’m handsome?” I asked softly. “You’re gorgeous,” Douglas said with a warm smile as he bent down to give me a kiss. His lips touched my lips so lightly they practically hovered over mine. Slowly he pressed his lips more firmly against mine until they locked. His tongue punctured my mouth and fished deeply inside mine, tasting my saliva and the slick remains of hiscopious load.

As he kissed me, Douglas reached for my cock. It was coated with cum and still rock hard. As he kissed me deeply, he pumped my cock, making me shudder. He pressed his cock against mine and pumped them together. Our two shafts melted into one excited spear. The young man was more experienced than I was at this. He must have grown up being sexually active. Shy and hesitant to initiate action, my sexual encounter were few. I was like putty in this young man’s hands. Douglas pulled our bodies close together. His hand slid up and down our joined cocks as he kept kissing me. His movements slowed as we kissed. The slower he went, the more intensely I felt it. I could feel his shaft tightening against mine.

My head started to spin. The pleasure was so intense I felt dizzy. Douglas kept kissing me, breathing into my mouth, exploring my tongue and mouth with his. I felt his precum flowing onto my cock head. I was draining too. I needed release. My testicles clung to my shaft. Our bodies jerked in unison. Cum flooded out of our cocks at the same time. Douglas pulled his face off mine to look down to see our cock heads ejecting semen together. “Nice, man,” he said. “Love it.” He dove down and lapped up the cum off my dick. “Tasty,” he proclaimed. “We’ve got good chemistry, Professor,” he told me.

My student gave me a profound hug. He got up, fetched his cape and left me happy and befuddled. He also left me his devil mask. The next day I hung it on the wall in the living room. It would be a pleasantthing to gaze at when I got too caught up in my seminars.