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Date: Sat, 07 Jan 2006 01:02:57 +0000
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For Life by Roke Eric looked at his wet face in the mirror, and let out a soft
growl as he squirted the shaving gel into his hand and began spreading it
across his face. He rubbed the gel in a circular motion to create a thick
lather across his square jaw, between his lip and his straight aquiline nose,
and on up his cheeks, stopping just below his blue-grey eyes. Those eyes are
what people always noticed first about him. Eric was one of those people that
seem to be able to gaze right into the depths of your soul. Right now, looking
in the mirror, he was trying to look into his own soul. He picked up his razor
and began carefully removing the whiskers from his face, for the second time
that day. Too close, he kept telling himself. Only a day away. Too much of a
risk. But Shelly had told him Halloween was her favorite holiday, and so he had
given in. He just hoped he made it through the night without regretting it.
Eric finished removing the heavy five o'clock shadow from under his chin,
always heavier at this time of month, then took a handful of water from the
basin and rinsed the last remnants of the lather away. He poured a bit of the
aftershave Shelly had given him for his last birthday, two months before, into
the palm of his hand and slapped it on his face, wincing slightly at the sting.
They had met at a Fourth of July picnic, and had hit it off famously. It was
one of the few successful mutual-friend set-ups Eric had ever heard of. He
smiled ruefully at himself in the mirror as he massaged mousse into his thick
black hair, remembering that July 4th had been the day before the full moon. It
had not been a problem, then. He'd just met Shelly. The feelings he had now
hadn't yet started to form. By the time he took her out on their first official
date the following Saturday, everything in his life had been back under
control. Eric picked up the comb and used it to part his hair, then grabbed his
brush and brushed it into place. He wore it short and professional looking. The
last thing he did before leaving the bathroom was to take the scissors from the
medicine cabinet and trim a few wild hairs from his dark eyebrows. Another
drawback to this time of month. Walking into his bedroom, he removed the
bathrobe and stood in front of the full-length mirror, checking himself over
thoroughly. 6 foot 4 inches, 225 pounds. Eric worked out three times a week, so
there was no fat to be found. He had been very careful to maintain a well-toned
V-shape without crossing the "over-bulk" line of too many weight-lifter types.
His body was covered with dark hair, starting just below his collar bone and
covering his chest in what he always thought of as a mushroom cloud pattern,
narrowing along his abs and then growing thick and full once more at his groin.
He turned to check his back, then, satisfied that he was no more hairy than he
had been the day before, walked to the closet. Hanging there was the Zorro
costume Shelly had persuaded him to buy. He took down the black leather pants
and slipped into them, leaving the fly unbuttoned as he put on the black silk
shirt that went with it. Eric tucked the shirt into the pants, then buttoned up
the fly. He threaded his belt through the loops on the leather pants, then took
the silk sash and tied it around his waist, effectively hiding the belt. Shelly
had been very specific about that...belts weren't worn in Zorro's day. Eric sat
on the edge of the bed and tugged on his shiny black leather boots. At least
these I'll be able to get some future use out of, he thought to himself. He
couldn't imagine wearing the leather pants or the silk shirt much in the
future. But it had been Shelly's wish...and Eric had fallen in love with her.
He knew exactly when he had fallen in love with her, too. August 14th...his
25th birthday. They had gone out to dinner to celebrate, and she had given him
the bottle of after-shave. When they got back to her place after dinner, she
had another present for him. Shelly went into the bedroom, and came back out
dressed in a virtually transparent green baby-doll nightgown. The color of the
lingerie set off her golden hair and emerald eyes. She had smiled at him, taken
him by the hand, and led him to the bedroom. That night, for the first time,
they made love. Standing at the edge of the bed, Eric had taken her in his arms
and kissed her deeply, easing the nightgown off her shoulders and letting it
drop down her 6 foot 1 inch Amazon frame to puddle on the floor at her feet.
His right hand had cupped her breast, fingers finding the ring through her
nipple and tugging teasingly at it, as her fingers unbuttoned his shirt. He
broke from the kiss and took a step back, releasing her breast as she eased the
shirt from his shoulders, letting it drop down his arms. Shelly kneeled before
him, looking up into his eyes, as her hands began unbuckling his belt. She
pulled it free of the loops in his slacks, then unbuttoned the khaki fabric and
slowly, teasingly eased down the zipper. The swollen head of his cock sprung
forth from the fly of his boxer shorts. Shelly smiled wickedly and leaned
forward. Eric felt a shudder shoot through him as he felt her warm breath on
his throbbing shaft, then groaned as her lips closed around the head, sucking
softly at it like a lollipop. He reached out and stroked his fingers through
her flaxen curls, guiding her head... The shrilling of the phone snapped Eric
out of his reverie. He reached over to grab it from the nightstand and groaned
as his erection wedged between his body and the tight leather pants. "Hello?"
He rasped into the phone. "Happy Halloween, sexy!" Shelly shouted into the
phone. "Did I catch you at a bad time?" "Ermmm...no...I was just...ummm...never
mind. What time is it?" He asked. "It's 7:15...which means you have 15 minutes
before you need to pick me up. Can you stop and get a bottle of Bacardi on the
way?" "Bacardi? Sure...need anything else?" Eric asked. Eric could almost hear
Shelly smiling evilly on the other end of the phone line. "Oh, I definitely
need something else, big boy. But it can wait until later." Eric grinned. "Let
me get my hat, mask and sword, and I'm on my way." He told her. "Hurry up,
stud. Oh, and one more thing." "Yes?" "I love you." She said, and hung up. Eric
smiled and returned the phone to its cradle, then stood and walked over to the
mirror again. He tied the mask around his head and put on the hat, cocking it
at a jaunty angle. He smiled at his reflection...a smile which slowly withered
as his eyes caught sight of the moon-phase window on his watch, sitting atop
the dresser. "A day away." He muttered to himself as he walked to the living
room and took the theatrical sword from its place in the coat closet and
buckled the leather sword-belt around his waist. "I must be out of my fucking
mind." He grabbed the cape Shelly had made for him out of the closet and tied
it around his neck, then slipped his money-clip, his driver's license, and his
keys into the hidden pocket inside. Eric locked the front door of his apartment
behind him and walked to his car parked at the street, waving to his laughing
neighbor as he slid behind the wheel. Eric stopped at a liquor store and picked
up a bottle of Bacardi, then proceeded to Shelly's house. He pulled up in front
of the three-bedroom ranch she shared with two roommates and honked the horn.
The clock on the dash read 7:40. Shelly came out of the house dressed in the
silks of an Arabian slave-girl. She slid into the passenger seat and grinned at
him. "You're late." She teased, sticking out her tongue. "You're the one that
wanted me to stop for booze." He countered. "And I love you, too." Shelly
leaned across the gearshift and kissed him, then sat back and strapped the
shoulder belt on. Eric put the car in gear and got onto the highway. Some
friends of Shelly's owned a farm about 20 miles outside the city, and had
agreed to host the Halloween party this year. As Eric pulled up in front of it,
he was impressed with the job they had done decorating the place for the
occasion. What was normally the pleasant home of a gentleman farmer and his
wife had been transformed into a setting worthy of any horror film. Thick
cobwebs hung from the porch and eaves. Windows had been boarded up. An ominous
looking scarecrow with a jack-o-lantern for a head sat in a rocking chair on
the porch. Shelly and Eric walked up the steps, and knocked on the door. As
they knocked, they noticed a red pentagram painted on the door. "That's a nice
touch." Shelly commented. "But Dick and Teresa are going to have to repaint
their door now to get rid of it." Eric's nostrils flared, and he felt a
familiar, but unwelcome, stirring deep within. "Blood." He said. "Chicken, I
think." Shelly looked at him curiously, and appeared to be ready to say
something, when the door creaked open and revealed Dick and Teresa, dressed as
Herman and Lily Munster. "Welcome to our home." Said Teresa. "Enter of your own
free will." Eric grinned at that line, recognizing it from Dracula. He took
Shelly by the arm and guided her over the threshold, handing the bottle of
Bacardi to Dick. They walked into the huge living room and saw that the
decorations had continued in here, with cobwebs and ghosts apparent everywhere.
Flickering candles and jack-o-lantern's provided the only illumination. About
two dozen other guests, in various costumes, milled around the large empty
room. Music pulsed from a stereo in the dining room, and some of the guests
were dancing. Eric noticed something else, as well. More pentagrams and mystic
symbols had been painted on the walls of the living room. The smell of blood
filled his nostrils, and he momentarily panicked, feeling his control being to
falter. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Something wrong, handsome?"
Shelly asked, laying her hand on his arm in concern. Eric opened his eyes and
tried to smile. Shelly could almost swear his teeth looked sharper in the
candlelight. "Are the..." he began, his voice gruff. He cleared his throat and
began again. "Are these symbols painted on the walls in blood?" He asked Dick.
"Yep...chicken blood." Dick answered proudly. "Teresa convinced me since we
were moving all the furniture out of the living room to have room for the
guests anyway, we might as well repaint. Then she convinced me that some pagan
symbols painted in blood on the walls would add to the atmosphere, so this
afternoon I went out and grabbed three fat fryers out of the yard." "Don't
worry." Teresa piped up. "We froze the chickens after we were done, and will
have them for dinner later. It just seemed to be a fun thing to do to get into
the spirit of the holiday." Dick handed Eric a 77, giving him a slightly
suspicious look. "You're not one of these animal rights activists are you,
Eric? The no fur, no meat crowd?" Eric grinned, then shut his mouth suddenly as
the tip of his tongue grazed the side of his right canine tooth, which had
become longer and sharper suddenly. "No...not at all." He assured Dick. "I eat
meat all the time...and I've even been known to wear fur on occasion." "Good to
hear." Dick said, clapping him on the back. Dick moved off to mingle with other
guests, and Shelly walked back up to Eric. She looked at him strangely, then
took his masked face between her hands and turned him so she could gaze
directly into his eyes. "Are you feeling okay, baby?" She asked. She used her
hand to wipe away a droplet of perspiration that had formed on his upper lip.
Eric caught a whiff of her scent as she stroked her finger under his nose, and
flinched. "I'm just a little warm." He told her. "Maybe I should go out and get
some air." "I'll go with you." She said. He started to protest, and she placed
her finger to his lips. "Hush. I'm going with you." Eric sighed and nodded to
her, taking her hand and threading their way through the crowd to the front
door. Shelly left him standing there for a moment, and he continued leaving
before she returned. He was still debating that action when she walked back up
to him, grinning, with the bottle of Bacardi and a 2 liter bottle of Coke in
her hand. Eric gave her a weak smile and took the bottle of soda. He would have
preferred to be alone, but figured once he got out of the room, and away from
the blood, he'd be fine. And maybe having Shelly there would give him added
strength. He yanked open the door, holding his nose to keep from breathing in
the smell of the blood on it, and stumbled down the front steps, dragging
Shelly along behind him. He walked a few shaky steps out into the yard, then
leaned over, placing his hands on his knees, and took in several deep breaths
of the crisp October air. The moon, almost full, had darted behind a cloud, but
he could still feel it. After a moment he straightened back up and looked at
Shelly. "Cold?" He asked, hoping she'd say yes so he could send her back
inside. Shelly walked up and pressed herself against him, wrapping her arms
around his neck, and kissed him. He concentrated on the feel of the kiss,
ignoring the scent of her close to him, feeling the beast begin to subside
within him now that he was away from the blood. Then she untied the cape from
around his neck and placed it around herself, wrapping herself in it. "I'm fine
now." She told him, smiling. She started to walk towards a stand of trees to
the left of the house, putting an exaggerated sway in her hips. After a moment,
she looked back over her shoulder at him and winked. "Coming?" She asked. Eric
sighed and walked after her. Shelly grabbed his hand when he caught up to her
and once again headed for the stand of trees. "Where are we going?" He asked.
"We're going to take a moonlight walk in the woods." She informed him. "IF the
moon comes out from behind that cloud, that is." "Are you sure that's such a
good idea?" Eric asked her, allowing her to pull him along behind her towards
the trees. "There could be animals." Shelly giggled. As the moon came out from
behind the cloud, he could see that she was guiding him towards a trail. Shelly
stopped and took the the cap off the bottle of rum, swallowing a long swig of
it, then took the bottle of Coke from him and took another swig as a chaser.
She offered the rum to Eric, but he just shook his head. Shelly pointed down
the path. "Teresa and I used to play here when we were kids. When I'd spend the
night, we'd sleep out in a little playhouse her father built in a clearing just
a little ways in. The only animals we're liable to encounter are drunken
teenagers! I'm sure you can protect me from them, can't you, my big strong
handsome Zorro?" "But who's going to protect you from me?" Eric mumbled to
himself. Shelly kept walking, not seeming to hear him, pulling him along by the
hand. She stopped a couple of times to take another mouthful of rum with a cola
chaser. After about ten minutes, they came to a clearing. The moon filtering
through the trees revealed a playhouse, once painted in a gingerbread pattern.
The paint had long since faded, leaving the playhouse looking less like a
little girls secret hiding place and more like a hermits shack. He heard Shelly
sigh. "It's a shame Dick and Teresa don't have kids. They've really let this
play get run-down." Shelly turned the doorknob and giggled when it came off in
her hand. She reached into the hole left and grabbed the doorframe, yanking it
open. Then she turned to Eric. "Do me a favor, lover?" She asked, raising a
perfectly sculpted blonde eyebrow inquisitively. Eric noticed she was swaying
just slightly from the rum she'd been drinking. "Anything for you, beautiful."
Eric answered with a grin. He was feeling completely in control again since
getting away from the blood. As long as he kept reminding himself that the moon
wasn't full for another day he'd be fine. Shelly moved close to him again,
tilting her head up and kissing him softly on the lips. "Carry me over the
threshold. Be my handsome prince carrying me back to our castle." Eric smiled
and took her into his arms. He bent at the waist, sliding his left arm down
under her knees, and lifted her into his embrace. At the same time her arms
went around his neck, holding him, pulling his head down into a deep kiss. He
cradled her to him and stepped across the threshold of the playhouse. Inside,
the playhouse was divided into two rooms. The main room held an old cardboard
table with a plastic tea set, covered in dust and cobwebs, still set out, and
the rusted remains of a child's toy oven. Eric carried Shelly through the open
doorway into the second room, where the skeletal remains of a bunkbed still
stood. He set her down in the middle of the room. "Looks like the mattresses
are gone." Shelly said, untying the black Zorro cape from around her neck and
spreading it out on the floor. "We'll just have to make do." Eric watched as
Shelly slowly, sensuously began removing the silk and velvet slave-girl
costume. First she pulled off the diaphanous green silk blouse, pulling her
arms from the puffy sleeves, and draped it over the bedframe. Then she reached
behind her and unhooked the green velvet bra, letting her magnificent breasts
spill free. The gold rings through her nipples glinted in the moonlight
filtering in through the windows. Shelly kicked off her slippers and eased the
green silk harem pants over her waist, then down her long, smooth, perfectly
shaped legs. Then she stood up, and locked her emerald eyes on his as she
slowly removed the green velvet thong. She lifted her left leg, stepping out of
the thong, then let it slide down around her right ankle. She kicked her foot,
sending the thong flying towards him. He caught it and raised it to his nose,
smelling her scent. She took a step to him and reached up, removing the hat
from his head, and tossed it onto the frame of the bed. Then she untied the
knot at the back of his head, and pulled off his mask. She raised up on her
toes and softly kissed him as her hands began unbuttoning the black silk shirt,
revealing the dark hair on his chest. He kissed her way down over his chin,
down the front of his neck, and began kissing and licking a trail down the
center of his chest as she sank slowly to her knees. Kneeling before him,
Shelly untied the sash around his waist and began working on the buckle of his
belt and the buttons of his leather pants as Eric let the shirt slip down his
arms and tossed it to the bedframe. Shelly unbuttoned the fly of his pants and
spread it open in a wide V, letting the swollen eight-inches of his cock burst
out into the cool night air. She leaned forward and teasingly placed a kiss on
the engorged purple head, then rocked back, sitting on her heels. "Lift your
left foot, stud." She told him. Eric complied, and Shelly pulled the boot and
sock from it, then set it back down on the tiled floor. Then he lifted his
right foot and she removed that boot and sock as well. As Eric stood barefoot
before her, she reached up and grabbed the waistband of his leather pants,
yanking them down his long legs. Eric stepped out of them and she cast them to
the side, then lay back on the cape she had spread out. "See anything you like,
handsome?" She asked teasingly. Grinning, Eric sank to his knees on the edge of
the cape. He slid his hands under her thighs, spreading them in the process,
and lifted her knees. Then he lowered his head, breathing in the perfume of her
arousal, seeing the moonlight reflecting teasingly off the moisture flowing
from her and the gold ring piercing her clit. He extended his tongue and began
flicking at the ring, teasing her, then sucked her clit into his mouth. He
grazed her throbbing button with his teeth as he sucked at it, laving it with
his tongue. Shelly writhed on the floor beneath him, her hand reaching out to
stroke through his thick black hair.
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