Going to the Halloween Party

[Lola]

Always a pleasure to read this story! Can't wait to see Anna's reactions

[Vader]

How much worse can it get for this already highly embarrassed kid.

[Jeepman89]

Next part soon I hope?

[Datom]

“Omigod!” I gasped.

There I was, on Anna Blake’s front porch, with Anna in the doorway. She was staring at my penis and my testicles, which were hanging helplessly in my crotch.

“Kevin!” she gasped. “What . . .?”

I dropped my plastic pumpkin and held both my hands in front of my boy-parts. As I did, Anna looked up at me, then looked out at the lawn. Her eyes were following my red loincloth as it slid across the grass and into the shrubbery.

Anna grabbed my wrist. “Quick, Kevin!” she hissed. “Come inside!”

That was the last thing I expected. I just stood there, until I felt her fingers gripping my hand, pulling me. “C’mon, Kevin!” Without thinking, I allowed myself to be pulled inside the house. Anna quickly shut the door behind me.

I’d never been in Anna’s living room before, but it was about what I might have expected. A couch, a couple of chairs, a coffee table. A desk along one side. A flat-screen TV on a wall.

“Dad’s in Detroit, and Mom’s at a church meeting,” Anna informed me. “She’ll be there for about another hour.” She led me into the room and put her hand on my bare back, guiding me to the couch. Then she looked me in the face.

“Let me guess,” she grinned wryly. “Elizabeth Wells. Right?”

I nodded.

Anna sighed. “Kevin, I really wish you wouldn’t hang around with Elizabeth and Lani and that whole crowd of girls.”

“I couldn’t help it,” I tried to explain. “They were making me trick-or-treat. They dressed me like Mowgli, you know, from the Jungle Book . . .” Anna nodded, and I continued, “and they made me go up to houses and beg for candy. If I didn’t, they shocked me.”

“Shocked you?”

“Yes. Elizabeth had this magic wand thing, and whenever she touched me it gave me an electric shock.”

I was still standing in front of the couch. Anna put her hands on my waist and turned me around, and studied my bare butt. I could feel her hand starting to stroke my butt cheek.

“Is that what all these little red dots are on your bottom? Is that where she shocked you?”

I nodded.

“Oh, poor Kevin!” Her hand was petting my butt cheek gently. “Oh, your poor little fanny! This must have hurt!” She turned me back around. “Can you sit down?”

I nodded.

Her slender hands guided me down so I was slumped on the couch. She was kneeling in front of me. I still had my hands covering my crotch area.

“Those awful girls!” Anna lamented, stroking her fingers across my bare chest. “Look at all the things they did to you, to make fun of your poor body!” She touched the bindi on one of my nipples. “I bet these must itch,” she shook her head.

“Yeah, they do.”

“Well, let’s get them off of you.” Anna licked her finger, then rubbed her wet fingertip across my nipple. Immediately the bindi started to peel off, leaving my nipple bare. She repeated the process on the other side. Each time, once she’d removed the sticker, she dabbed my nipple gently. It made me tingle.

“I wish you wouldn’t hang around with those girls,” Anna shook her head. “They make you feel humiliated of your body. They do all kinds of things to you—they play with your body, and put stickers on your nipples, and stones in your belly button, and they make fun of your body. They dress you up in a skimpy costume, and make you walk around the neighborhood almost naked. They tie a red ribbon around your you-know-what. And they make fun of your body.”

Anna’s fingers had slipped down to my belly. She gently pulled the end of the sash and untied it from my hips. Here I was, almost naked, and yet I felt like she was undressing me.

“And let’s get rid of this,” she said, touching my bellybutton. Her fingertip slid gently into the edge of my bellybutton and pried out the plastic jewel from inside. Anna looked at it, then sniffed indignantly, and tossed it over her shoulder. Her finger gently caressed my bellybutton.

She smiled up at me. “I like your belly button, Kevin,” she purred.

She ran her fingers gently across my bare stomach. “And just one more thing,” she nodded, looking at my crotch.

I was still hiding my crotch with my hands. Now Anna took my wrists in her fingers and gently but firmly began to lift my hands out of her way, giving her access to my private parts

“Come on, Kevin,” she coaxed. “You have to let me take that little ribbon off your penis.” When I resisted she shook her head back and forth. “Now, Kevin! Are you embarrassed to show me your penis?”

"I . . .I guess so."

Her fingers gripped just a bit harder. “C’mon, Kevin! Are you embarrassed of your penis?” She pulled my hands completely away, baring my penis to her view.

“You shouldn’t be ashamed of your penis, Kevin.”

Her fingers touched me as they grasped both ends of the ribbon and gently pulled it apart. She removed the ribbon from my penis and set it aside.

Now I could feel Anna’s fingers holding my bare penis.

“See, Kevin?” she said gently. “You shouldn’t be ashamed of your penis. You actually have a very nice penis.”

Her fingers started to slide gently up and down my penis. It felt good.

“Look how nice and strong your penis is getting, Kevin,” Anna continued. “I think you have a fine penis. You shouldn’t be ashamed. You should be proud of your penis.”

Then her fingers stopped moving, and came to rest at the base of the shaft. She looked at me, her eyes wide.

“Kevin, someday, I hope that I have a chance to feel your penis inside me.” Her eyes widened. “Would you like that?”

I nodded. “Yes,” I whispered.

“I would like it too. Of course, I’m too young right now,” she lowered her eyes modestly, “but, when we get a little older . . .”

I nodded again.

“When we get older, will you promise to slip your penis inside me? And fill me up with your love-juice?”

I nodded yet again. “Yes. I will. I promise.”

Anna suddenly stood up. "Right now we have to get you home.” She patted my thigh. “Stay right there, Kevin. I have to go get something.”

She ran out of the room, and came back in a minute with some clothing. “These belonged to my brother Keith when he was in high school. The shirt might be big, but the pants should fit you.” She handed them to me. “Here, try them on.”

Anna handed me a red sweatshirt, which was, in fact, just a little big on me. The black sweatpants fit pretty well. There was also a pair of black flip-flops that fit me pretty well.

“Anna, I--I don’t know how to thank you,” I stuttered.

She smiled at me. “Kevin, back when we were in that Sunday School class, I always felt out of place. No one talked to me or anything. You were the one person who wasn’t afraid to be my friend. I found myself looking forward to that class, just to see you each week.” She put her hand on my shoulder, stood up on tiptoe, and kissed me on the cheek. “I’m just glad I can help you.”

She took my hand and let me into the kitchen. “They might be out in front waiting for you. So go out the back door. It leads to an alley behind the houses. You can get over to Grant Street that way.”

“What about these clothes?” I asked.

She patted my hand. “You can keep them. No one around here wears them, so no one will miss them.” She opened the door. “Well, I guess you better get going, Kevin.”

Five minutes later I was walking briskly down Grant Street toward my house. I was completely clothed, and feeling a lot more confident than I had all evening. As I came near the intersection with Locust Street, a car came up behind me, pulled to the side of the street, and stopped next to me.

I looked. A squad car!

A uniformed policeman came around the car and stopped in front of me.

“Do you live around here, son?” he asked.

“Yeah. Am I in trouble?”

“No, not at all. We got some phone calls about a kid who was almost naked going up on porches and trick-or-treating,” he explained. “Have you seen this kid? Or do you know who he is?”

I started to shake my head no, but then I had a bright idea.

“Yeah, I saw him,” I said. “Over on Maple Street.”

“Do you know who he is?”

“No, but I saw him,” I nodded. “He was with a bunch of girls. They were prodding him with a stick or something and making him jump and yelp. It was like they were torturing him. And they had a rope tied up to him, like a leash.” The patrolman listened as I went on. “They would poke him with that stick, and make him go up on porches like he was trick-or-treating or something.”

“What did these girls look like?”

“They were all dressed like Disney characters. Like, Pocahontas, and Ariel, and Princess Jasmine.”

The patrolman had taken out a notebook and was making notes. He looked up at me. “Where did you see them last?”

“Over on Maple Street. They were going, like, toward Prospect.”

“Okay, son. This looks like something different than what we originally thought. We’ll check this out.” He gave me a businesslike nod. “And thanks for your help.”

The patrol car drove off, and I headed on home.
. . . . . . . . . . . . .
The rest of the story is pretty much a matter of wrapping up loose ends. I got home and got up to my room before Mom could see that I was wearing unfamiliar clothes. By the time she saw me, I was in my PJs and obviously getting ready for bed.

I did have a close moment the next afternoon after school. I’d just gotten home, before Mom did, and the doorbell rang. I answered it.

It was Elizabeth. “Hi, Kevin. Sorry we lost you last night.”

I just said “Yeah.”

She handed me a plastic bag. “Here’s your clothes from last night.”

“Yeah, thanks.” I was being really short.

“What happened to you? When we got to Blake’s house? It looked like you went inside.”

“Yeah,” I grunted.

“Isn’t that where that girl lives? That Anna, that used to go to our school?”

I almost said another “Yeah,” but caught myself. “I dunno.” I said. I didn’t want to set Anna up as a target.

"Hey, Kevin," Elizabeth asked. "Did you run into a policeman last night?"

"No. Why?"

"Just wondering. There was a police car following us for awhile after you left us. We just wondered . . ."

"Wondered what?" I was smirking inside.

"Oh, never mind." Elizabeth shrugged. "Well, anyway, Kevin, there’s your clothes.” She turned and started to leave, but then turned back. “by the way, Lindsay is gonna be having a Christmas party in December. I want you to come.”

“No.”

“No? Why not?”

“Don’t want to.” I said. I almost said “No, I don’t want to endure another evening of humiliation, body-shaming, and molestation.” But I didn’t.

“Okay, Kevin,” she fluttered her eyes at me, “but you know, we did get some really good pictures of you last night. It would be too bad if they got shown all over school.” She grinned maliciously.

“Oh, fine. I’ll come.” What the hell, I thought. I’ve got until December to figure out how to get out of this.

So I thought. If only I'd known then what that Christmas party was going to be like!

. . . . .

Oh, one more thing. Eleven days later, what should show up in the mail? A package addressed to me, from the Sky-Rite Costume Company of Hackensack, New Jersey.

So, if you know anyone who wants a real cool youth-sized Darth Vader costume, I can let you have it for cheap. Never been worn.

[tim409]

Well it seems Anna was enjoying seeing him Naked and even felt him but she was also good to him.

Halloween may never be the same for him. Maybe next Halloween he could go to a party where all the women are dressed as strong women while all the males go dressed as David....without the fig leaf.

[Datom]

Well, I guess all good things have to come to an end.

Oh, wait! There's a Christmas party coming up! That'll be even worse for poor Kevin! I have a couple evil ideas . . .

[Lola]

Awesome ending! It's great how he feels being stripped by Anna although he is almost naked. Brilliant!

Can't wait for Christmas!

[Datom]

And, once again, a big shout-out to Lola, who gave me the whole Mowgli "Trust-In-Me" idea! That was perfect! Thanks, Lola!

[Jeepman89]

So disappointed. I thought this was going to be a new chapter.

[Datom]

So disappointed. I thought this was going to be a new chapter.

Sorry, Jeepman89. But watch for that Christmas party! Coming soon!