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“I’m glad you didn’t dress up without me,” Scott informed Paul. He shook out the full body costume and began pulling it on.
Paul chuckled and began donning his suit. “It’s scratchy. I don’t remember it being scratchy.”
“I think we wore clothes under the costumes last year.” Scott shrugged. “What the hell. We might get the urge to fuck before we call it a night and all we’ll have to do is lower the zipper and have at it.”
The thought of taking Scott while wearing the furry black cat costume sent a stream of arousal zinging through Paul’s nerve endings. In the past when they had become aroused while wearing the costumes, they had returned to their room and satisfied their lusts but the prospect of being reckless sounded like more fun.
Dressed as black cats with facemasks that sported pink noses and pointy ears, Scott and Paul left the bedroom to join the party. As they slipped out the door and joined the group gathered in the hallway, they were quickly welcomed with loud applause and lewd comments.
“Are you Tom?”
“Are you a pussy cat?”
“Here, kitty kitty. I’ve got something for you.” A tall man dressed as a fireman wiggled his hips and groped his crotch, making the group gathered in the hallway erupt in laughter.
Paul led the way through the crowd to the living room. Dozens of costume-clad students gyrated to rock music and hoisted cups of beer. The aroma of alcohol in the room almost made Paul’s stomach turn. He took hold of Scott’s hand and hurried through the crowd to the front door. Once they left the house, no one would know whom they were. They could drop by any of the parties and play a prank or two without fear of reprimand.
“Let’s go to Delta House and trash their decorations,” Scott suggested as they left the front porch.
“Yeah. And then we can stop by Phi Beta Kappa and—”
“No. We can’t go there,” Scott insisted. “Mitch Wilson lives there.”
Paul turned his gaze on Scott. “You sound jealous.”
Scott pulled up short and propped his hands on his hips. “I don’t even want to think about Mitch Wilson putting his hands on you.”
Paul giggled. “He just jerked me off. It was no big deal.”
Scott pushed a furry black paw at Paul’s chest. “It might be no big deal to you—but it’s more to me. You belong to me, understand. You are my man. You do no let anyone else jerk you off. Do you understand?”
“You sound mad.” Paul felt joy travel through his body. Happiness sprang alive like new spring flowers in the throes of a gentle rain shower.
“I am mad, dammit. I’m mad and I’m not ashamed of it.”
Paul grinned broadly behind the feline mask. For the past month he had been beside himself over Scott, worrying that he might find someone and fall in love and ultimately forget all about him. But his sudden anger over the little episode with Mitch was proof that he still loved him even when they were apart.
Paul laughed and curled one furry arm around Scott’s shoulders. “You sound very possessive and I’m so glad to know that you are officially claiming me. I can’t think of anything more lovely that you could say to me.” He squeezed Scott against his side. “I’ve had a miserable month without you and when Halloween arrived, I knew I would have to get drunk to get through the festivities. The memories of the good times we had were just too overwhelming for me.”
“We’ll never be apart again. I promise.” Scott nuzzled Paul’s neck with his furry head. “I don’t know about you, but it’s hot in this cat costume.”
“Let’s make our rounds and then we can strip out of these suits. I’m looking forward to feeling your sweaty body. The thought of pressing my cock against yours is making me hard.”
Scott laughed softly. “I think the bewitching hour has arrived.”
“It’s time we began our celebration, darling—our yearly celebration of Halloween and our never ending love.” Paul pressed close to Scott and released a pent up breath. At last, they were together again and this time it would be forever—he would make certain of it.
About the Author
I’m a person of many interests. I’m a weekend explorer. I love to poke around in caves and look for artifacts. I’m a frequent visitor to the track—horseracing, when in season. I’m a small bucks investor, dabbling in real estate. I savor fine wine, love to relax in front of the fireplace, and I’m still in love with my mate—perhaps my greatest accomplishment. And erotica…ah…erotica. Is there any other form of writing that allows one to fully express one’s true emotions? Not as far as I know. I’ve read erotica since high school, when it was taboo to speak of Henry Miller. And I’m most free when I sit down at my computer and pen a short erotic story. Erotica makes my juices flow—and I hope some of my stories prime your pump as well.