Rex smiled warmly and began to obey his apron-clad Nordic bear master.
Stripping for this hungry appreciative group was becoming so easy, almost second nature! The host devil had made sure the drinks of the guests were not going unfilled. A Spiderman costumed waiter seemed to be eagerly topping all the strong drinks up. The party was ramping higher and Rex could sense it with every passing second.
Playing slowly with the necktie knot using his long fingers seemed to be revving the gay men up like an old car engine. The groans and grunts almost appeared pagan in nature. How wonderfully old Halloween it seemed to Rex; who gently stroked the knot of his tie as if making love to it by the flickering candlelight.
With a few good pulls and twists, the tie knot came free. The men bayed like hounds in the moonlight. Rex's uncut cock raged and shifted inside his tight briefs as he tossed the tie away into the group of masked men to catch; a quick hand snagged it as it sailed through the heavy musky air. The exposed eyes of the men leering and ogling in such a hungry way that made it all so primal and sensuous to Rex's fevered imagination.
He now bounced on the balls of his feet; he twirled and faced a slightly different way. His eyes rolled and closed as if in some sort of trance. Now he began to undo the lower buttons of his suit coat with great care not to appear too hasty. The guests giggled and chided each other about mysterious lumps in costumes in the crotch area; yes it seemed the men were growing hornier and drunker.
The temperature of the room was increasing with every purposeful move Rex made!
One guest remained carefully hidden by a large chair so as to conceal the crotch area of the costume "he" was wearing. "He" snapped photos from a safe distance now. Old King Cole was a merry old soul but his fiery clit was merrier and far wetter than anyone in the group really knew. Well, maybe nobody apart from Phil and Raymond but they remained on the opposite side of the room and allowed Old King Cole plenty of elbow room to be the voyeur "he" wanted to be!
The whoops and catcalls as Rex now slipped out of his suit coat were alarmingly loud and might well attract unwanted attention from nearby neighbours. The way he tossed the coat off and into the crowd was pure showmanship.
Next he swaggered about and bent down, smiling like a cartoon cat; slowly he unlaced his leather shoes and shucked them off under the table. The devil host began snapping photos now with his small digital camera and this made Rex even more erect inside his tight briefs. Rex posed on the lush carpet making slightly lewd gestures and raising his large socked feet in turn to show them off for the lens. Obviously a few foot lovers were in the group since many eager hands seemed to trying to grasp at his sweaty wiggling toes.
Old King Cole carried on watching and snapping. A hungry look in the eyes of the mask "he "wore would have terrified any nearby party guests. To say the Old King was now obsessed with Rex was really an understatement. Old King Cole was ravenous!
Soon bold Rex was gyrating and slowly easing off his dress shirt. The expensive shirt flew through the air and within moments, the trousers followed to great applause. The men murmured their approval as he was down to just his skimpy black briefs and moist black OTC socks.
The tall sexy devil host grew hotter inside his outfit, hotter than hell! Hosting this gathering every year for the last ten or so had always been fun he mused, but having the and only Rex Davenport getting nude...well, that was fucking awesome! He'd known of Rex's legendary reputation in the London advertising world and had dreamt of meeting him and now here he was nearly naked and in his home.
Rex now sat down on the sturdy table, lay back and triumphantly slid his tight briefs off over his raised sock clad feet. The lucky men in front saw his amazingly hot, furry ass crack with his magnificent rusty fuzz covered ball sack hanging just above. Rolf grabbed the warm underwear as they fell forward and said, "I see we all like the assistant tonight and I am certain that he will meet all my requirements as well!"
Digital and phone cameras snapped away as Rex now sat back deliciously nude, legs apart and sculptured socked feet raised. The men jostled and moved to get a good look and seize the photo opportunity of the year!
Rolf privately massaged Rex's warm briefs in his hands as he waited for the clamour to die down a bit. He had no intention of giving Rex back the underwear. Oh, no! He'd sniff those tonight once at home and whack-off a huge load of man-juice!
Rex sat up and began to slide off his right OTC sock when quirky Old King Cole called out, "Leave those on you HOT MAN!!"
So Rex pulled the sexy sock into place on his calf and lay back with his sweaty socked feet resting on the table and his knees bent so that his willing ass and partially erect uncut cock were fully exposed again to these hot costumed men and this well equipped toy salesman.
The gathered group applauded and cheered approval to Rex for his impromptu strip routine. Rex lay there and blushed. The heat of the room was overwhelming. He felt giddy but wonderfully alive! A cocktail was pushed into his trembling hand and he eagerly sipped it down. Strong as hell, but worth every drop!
Rex's uncut man-cock lolled as it pleasantly inflated against his fuzzy tummy as he relaxed and sipped his drink. His eager pink cock-knob peeped out from his plentiful foreskin and oozed a few drops of pre-cum languidly. He treasured this moment and loved all the eyes watching him, wanting him! It was an exhibitionist's dream.
"Shall we start with this first?" Rolf said holding up a large tube of strawberry flavoured lubricant.
"Mmm, That would be excellent!" Rex said holding up his legs and waving his black socked soles in the air. His fit cyclist's ass was rearing back so that his delicious rosebud was fully visible and ready to be lubricated.
The host devil and Old King Cole carried on taking photos. Rex's chest heaved and he trembled all over. His swelling cock bobbed with electric charges as it lay upon his muscled abdomen. The night was all he hoped it would be...well, at least so far!
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Meanwhile back at the quiet house on Greenvale Terrace, something sinister was taking place.
The house had been left mainly in darkness by Lorna apart from one lamp lit in the corner of the front room. Rex assumed Lorna was home and taking care that no Halloween mischief happened while he was out at the party. But Lorna was gone! And Halloween night was still very much full of surprises!
The plastic pumpkin sat filled with treats all wrapped in a foil on the hall table and many doorbell rings from Trick or Treat lovers had gone unanswered.
The thin figure shrouded in a dark, soiled hoodie carefully moved to the front steps of Rex's home. The young bedraggled man had been watching for the last hour as unsatisfied Trick or Treat guests came and went empty handed. He'd been hiding behind a short hedge across the street and silently watching...waiting! He knew the house was empty. He was sure now.
The young man was prepared to break the lock but as he approached the wooden front door he noted something that made him smile. The door was not quite secured and with a little shove, the door creaked open. Smitten MILF Lorna, in her horny haste, had not secured the front door. And on this bewitching night of all!
The dark figure slipped into the front door and giggled to himself, "Uncle Rex is so foolish to leave his door unlocked on fucking Halloween. What an asshole!"
Seedy nephew Collin gazed about the living room through his thick slightly cracked plastic spectacles. The uncivilized twenty-one year old noted that his successful one and only uncle had very good taste. He had money and money was what Collin craved!
Collin had been sleeping rough now for a week just behind a house down the road. He smelled ripe and his clothes were filthy. His drunken father, Rex's older disowned brother, had beaten him for the last time. Collin had left home and had no intention of returning. Ever!
Collin was in no doubt why Rex and his parents had given up on his devious, sadistic and ruthless good-for-nothing of a father. Even Collin's mother had bailed out leaving him alone with that drunken layabout. Now locating his long lost uncle was his own secret triumph and he relished in this first step of his little scheme.
Collin secured the front door behind him by shutting it firmly and then grabbed hungrily at the treats in the plastic grinning pumpkin on the hall table. Too fucking easy he mused to himself as he gobbled the chocolates and tossed the wrappers on the carpet below his old worn muddy shoes. Collin had eaten by stealing and rummaging; now he moved to the rear of the dark house in search of his uncle's kitchen. He envisioned caviar and champagne in spades. He knew his uncle was rich. His drunk of a father seethed with hate over his successful younger brother. His dad always said that Rex lived like a king in London and now Collin was here to find out.
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The candles flickered seductively back at the Halloween party.
The costumed guests pushed closer to admire Rex's cute, fuzzy hole as Rolf squeezed the pink jelly onto his gloved finger tips. Rex held his legs even further back so his hole was very accessible to Rolf's long latex clad fingers. Rolf smoothed the jelly all round the outer rosebud, making circles and getting the puckered bud all juicy and shiny. The men watched eagerly and gentle sighs emanated from a few.
Rex closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensations that Rolf's nimble fingertips created in the highly sensitive flesh around his asshole. The various photo buffs clicked and snapped the ass finger work and got great shots of Rex's open spread butt cheeks. Next Rolf pushed his index finger inside Rex's rosebud and added a spurt of jelly onto the finger as he slid it deep within.
