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by anissa

Chapter 1

Fall is my favorite time of year. The leaves change, the weather gets cooler, and of course, HALLOWEEN! Halloween is my favorite holiday. Even as a child, Halloween would make me giddier than Easter, Christmas and my birthday all together. My name is John Avery. I'm 55 years old, 5'11" tall with a bit of a belly (ok, more than a bit) and hairy all over. I'm your average bear. My husband passed away last summer and for the first time in my life, Halloween didn't matter that year. I didn't even decorate. I closed my door, turned off the lights and went to bed around dark. I realized that I was being childish and stubborn and the only person I was hurting, besides myself, were the kids. All the kids on the block call me Uncle John. I've fixed bikes, bandaged scraped knees, been around to talk to anyone, adult of child, who needed an ear to bend. I've been at this house for 30 years and have seen children grow up and have kids of their own. Never in my life have I ever thought of any of "my" kids in a sexual manner. But, ever since Michael's death, I've been looking at some a bit differently.

Back to this Halloween. I went all out. I spent over $500 on decorations to add to the yard, including a 7' blowup of Jack from Nightmare Before Christmas and his lady love, Sally. I had haunting music and spooky lights in the yard, including black lights with painted Jack-O-Lanterns. Even though Harry Potter's last movie was several years ago, I decided to dress as 
Albus Dumbledore. I had the full outfit, including the beard, long silver hair, hat and robes. This year, I also decided to be a bit naughty and go commando under the robes. Knowing I only had a thin piece of material between me and everyone coming in the yard to see the decorations and get their treats of chocolate gave me a bit of a thrill. It also gave me a bit of a chill. Helena, MO Halloweens can dip down in the low 30's at nightfall.

The kids and parents absolutely loved my yard and by 9:00 the crowd was starting to dwindle. After the last ghoul and goblin, Spider Man and Hulk, Jack Sparrow and Princess had left, I started the task of unplugging all the lights, taking in the decorations that would be damaged by the night's damp weather. All of a sudden, I heard a sniff. I looked around and couldn't see anything. Going back to my chore, I heard a small sob coming from the direction of my fence line. Looking over, I saw what resembled an old tattered sheet with something under it. I walked over and pulled the sheet up and was met by a young boy I don't think I'd ever seen before, I and know all the people in my neighborhood. I couldn't see much in the dark, but I guess his age around 7 or 8. He looked up at me and started to openly cry in racking sobs. I knelt by him and assured him I wouldn't hurt him and drew him to me to let him cry it out.

When he finished crying and was now just sniffling, I asked, "Now, what's this crying all about?" Not getting an answer, I asked, "What's you name son? I know all the kids around here, but I don't know you."

"J-J-Jacob, s-s-sir."

"Hi, Jacob, I'm John. Can you tell me why you're crying in my yard on Halloween?"

"My daddy hates me and told me to leave. I didn't know where to go, so I've just been walking. I saw all the kids here and thought I could hide for a while before I walk some more."

"Why do you say your daddy hates you?"

More racking sobs escaped his throat before he finally told me, "He didn't like my costume. He called me a sissy. I wanted to be a fairy princess."

"Why, I don't think there's anything wrong with wanting to be a fairy princess for Halloween. Look at me, I wearing a dress, of sorts also. How long ago did you leave your house?"

He looked at his Mickey Mouse watch and counted on his fingers, "About four hours ago."

"When was the last time you ate, Jacob?"

"Lunch time, I had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich."

"I like PB&J myself, but that was a long time ago, you must be hungry now."

He nodded his head, so I invited him to come to the house to get something to eat.

When he stood up and the rest of the sheet fell away, I noticed he had on a pink fairy princess dress, sparking slippers and light pink sparkling wings attached to his back. I noticed he's about 4' tall and thin, but not skinny. "Jacob, I think you're very pretty in your costume."

Head hung low in shame, I heard, "Daddy says boys aren't supposed to look pretty."

I turned around and knelt in front of him, put my finger under his chin and raised his head so our eyes met. I told him, "I think boy can look pretty or handsome if they want to. Anyone who tells them different is just lying."

"Really?" A smile starting on his pretty pink lips.

Yes, I said pretty. Looking at Jacob for the first time in better light, he as stunning. Full lips that had no makeup on them, but were pink and full. Eyes of emerald green and raven black hair. His hair was half way down his back and I thought it was a wig at first, but then I realized it was his own hair. His dress was kind of short, about half way up above his knees, showing a lot of leg. I realized that this beauty of a boy was causing a stirring under my robes. So he wouldn't see my hard on sticking out of my robes, I picked him up and carried him into the house. His butt was firmly in my hands and that did nothing to make me go down. I put him down in a chair at the kitchen table and told him I was going to get out of the robes so it would be easier to fix him something to eat. I put a Pepsi in front of him and left. I quickly changed out of my robes into a pair of jeans and t-shirt. Slipping on my sandals, I made my way back to the kitchen.

Jacob was just sitting there, drinking his Pepsi, looking absolutely beautiful. You'd almost think he was a girl, he was so pretty.

"So, Jacob. The kitchen is now open and I'll be your host, waiter and cook tonight." Giggle. "What would you like to eat tonight, Monsieur?" Another giggle. "I have some spaghetti, or I could make you French toast, pancakes, or your favorite, PB&J."

The sound of laughter was very pleasant to my ears. "May I have some pancakes, please, John?"

"My, what a polite fairy princess. You don't see many kids with good manners."

"My mommy made sure I knew how to use my manners. I miss her very much." The tears started again.

I sat next to Jacob and hugged him as the sobbing once again filled the air. I started to cry with him, feeling his despair. He told me his mommy died in a car accident over a year ago. As he told me how his mommy died, I realized that she died in the same accident, caused by a drunk driver, that Michael died in as well. Now we were both crying like babies. After about 15 minutes of crying, we had settled down enough for me to start the griddle and make up some pancakes. Jacob, was indeed, very hungry as he ate 3 stacks of 4 pancakes each, covered with butter and syrup. When he finished the last bite, a very large BUUUUUUUURRRRP came out of the small child. "Excuse me, Mr. John, Sir." I told him he was excused while laughing at his shocked face. Soon we were both laughing.

By the time we had finished eating, it was 11:15 and I was getting tired and he was yawing giant yawns.

"Well, Jacob. I see you're tired and I'm about ready to hit the hay myself. Would you like to take a shower before you sleep?"

"Where would I sleep, Sir?

"I have a nifty couch that pulls out into a bed, so you can sleep right here in the living room. I'll turn on the TV so you can watch some cartoons if you like?"

"Yes, please, Sir." As he lifted his arms and smelled his pits, "And I would like a bath as well, I kinda stink."

"Your wish is my command, good Sir. Would you like a shower or a bath?"

"May I have a bath, please?"

I led him to the bathroom and started up the water, asked him to feel it to make sure it wasn't too hot. When it was "just fine" I put the stopper in and told him he could take as long as he wanted as long as he didn't fall asleep and drown.

As he giggled, he asked, "Mr. John, what should I do with my clothes? And what will I wear to bed?"

"If you leave your clothes there, I'll pick them up and wash them for you. Since I don't have any shorts or pants that will fit you, I'll give you an extra-large t-shirt you can wear. It'll come down to your knees and keep you covered tonight."

"Thank you, Sir." He started taking off his wings and tiara, and before I could leave the bathroom, he was down to his Scooby Doo underwear. It was like looking at a work of art in a museum. I was transfixed at his beautiful body. When I realized just how pervy I was being, I left the bathroom so Jacob would relax in peace.

About 15 minutes later, I was in my room checking my email, trying to get my cock to go down, when there was a knock at my door. I opened the door to see Jacob, wrapped in a towel with another twisted up on his head, keeping his long hair up.

"I feel much better, Mr. John. May I please have the t-shirt you said I could wear?"

"Of course, buddy." I went to the dresser to pull out the shirt and when I turned around, Jacob and discarded the towels and was standing there in his stunning, beautiful birthday suit. I quickly pulled the shirt over his head and led him to the living room where I pulled out the couch, pulled down the covers and turned on the TV to Cartoon Network. I tucked him in and kissed him on the forehead and told him good night. "If you need anything, just come to my room, okay, Bud."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." And before I would turn around, Jacob was fast asleep.

With the images of him standing in my room fully nude, my cock and once again expanded to its full 8" length. I went to my room, closed the door, stripped and laid down on the bed and jacked off to a mind explosion of an orgasm. In my mind, Jacob was my little lover. I imagined kissing him, licking him all over, him stretching his pink, puffy lips around my cock and sucking till I filled his mouth with spunk. I must have been more tired than I thought, because I didn't even have the energy to clean up, but fell fast asleep nude, chest and belly covered in cum.

As I slept, I dreamed of my beloved Michael. My husband who was taken from me by a man who thought he could drive a 2 ton vehicle drunk. My heart and soul, only 31 years old. I dreamed of him kissing me and then taking me into his mouth. I dreamed of him sucking me, licking my balls, treating my cock as a child would an ice cream cone. Tongue swirling the head, engulfing me fully, nose to pubes. My orgasm was growing from my balls, rising through my body and was erupting into Michael's mouth when I suddenly bolted straight up in bed, screaming Michael's name. I had awaked so violently, and my orgasm was still flowing, I hardly registered that I'd pushed something off the bed. Something that thumped to the floor. When I looked down, I saw Jacob, naked, sobbing. When he looked up at me, I saw cum...MY cum, draping his beautiful lips. I started to get out of bed and he ran from me, cowering like a frightened animal. He slumped in a corner, holding his knees to his chest, face buried in his knees, bawling. The closer I got to him, the more he cowered in sheer terror. I spoke to him, gently, "Jacob, I'm not going to hurt you. Will you trust me?"

Jacob didn't answer, but remained frozen in fear. I placed my hand on his shoulder and he jumped like someone had shot a gun near him. I sat on the floor and pulled him onto my lap, all while quietly trying to calm him. When he finally found a voice, he said, "I'm sorry, Mr. John. I'll get my clothes and leave."

"Why would you think I want you to leave?"

"You pushed <sob> me away and <sob> screamed at me."

"I didn't even know you were there. I had a dream. I woke up screaming because of the dream. I'd never push you down like that."

"So, you're not mad at me?"

"No, Jacob. I'm not mad at you. But I have to wonder why you were in my room and WHAT led you to believe that you could do what you were doing to me?"

"I was just about asleep and I wanted to thank you again for the pancakes and a place to sleep. When I knocked, all I heard was a moaning sound. I thought you were hurt, so I came in to check on you. You were asleep, naked <giggle> and your...penis was hard. I thought I'd give you a proper thanks."

"But why did you think I'd want you to suck me?"

"My daddy told me I must always properly thank a man who's nice to me. I had to "thank" daddy every time he bought me something, or took me to McDonalds."

So...that son of a bitch was using Jacob as his own personal cum dump, but would throw him away for dressing as a princess on the ONE night of the year when anything goes? I was seeing red!

"My dear, sweet boy. You must never believe that I would ever do nice things for you just to get you to do THAT for me. Any person who would expect and demand sexual favors just for being nice is not much of a man. In fact, he is deplorable, the lowest of the low. He should have his cock and balls cut off and shoved down his own throat."

I was letting my anger get the better of me and it was scaring Jacob. I calmed myself and held him tightly against my chest. I apologized to him for losing my temper.

When he had calmed down, I suggested that we get him back to bed.

"I can't sleep in that bed. The real reason I was coming to you is because..." His head was hanging in shame at this point. "I had a nightmare and wet the bed. Ohhhh, Mr. John," he said through new tears, "I'm so sorry I was a bad boy. I'll do anything to make it up to you."

"Shhhhhh. It's okay. Sheets can be washed and the mattress has a waterproof cover over it and can be washed also. There's no harm done at all."

"So, you're really not mad at me?"

"Not at all, my little princess."

He smiled at me with the face of an angel. He asked me, "Do you think I could sleep in here, with you, tonight? I just don't want to be alone"

At this point, I remembered that we were both naked. I stood him up and got up myself. Reaching for my robe, I told him, "First, let's get you another shirt so you're not mooning me all night long."

That got him giggling again. When I started walking to the dresser to get another shirt, a small hand latched to mine. Jacob had my hand in a vise like grip and wouldn't let go.

As I pulled the shirt over his head, he asked, "Mr. John, do you have any kids?"

"First of all, Jacob, how about we drop the Mr. from now on. You can just call me John, okay?" Head nod. "And, no, buddy. You see, I've never liked girls enough to marry one. I like (picking my words carefully) guys and I had a lover till he died in a car accident."

Jacob exclaimed, "Oh, so you're a fag!"

I didn't want him to think I was angry with him again, so I VERY calmly exclaimed to him that the word `fag' was derogatory and harmful to most people. I told him the word he's looking for is either `gay' or "homosexual' but never `homo.' I asked him where he picked up that word. As soon as I'd asked, I knew EXACTLY where he got it from and I spoke the same time he did, "My/Your daddy."

"Yeah," he sighed, "Daddy would call me those words while I was `thanking' him. So being gay is a man who wants to date and marry another man, right?"

"Or two women wanting to date and marry each other, yes."

"Mr...I mean, John. I want to date guys and one day marry a guy, just like you. Does that mean I'm gay also?"

"Well, Bud, it could mean that. But you're so young that you may change your mind later on. Speaking of you being young, how old are you, anyway?"

"I'm seven and three quarters. My birthday is February 14
th. I'm a Valentine baby. That's what mommy always called me. How old are you, John?

"Let's put it this way, I'm old enough to be YOUR grandfather. I'm 55 years old and MY birthday is one week after yours. I'm February 21

By this time, I'd gotten him in a shirt, put on pajamas, and was sliding under the covers next to the most beautiful boy on the planet.

As I was turning off the light, I heard Jacob say, "I wish you were my daddy. You're very nice. I love you, John."

I did my best, and believe it or not, I was successful in NOT crying when I heard that. Jacob snuggled up to my hairy chest and was snoring away before I could even tell him, "I wish you were my son, also. I love you too."

And I truly did!


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