The Haunted House

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Eki 19, 2022 // By:analsex // No Comment

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I first met Jackson when I was a freshman and he was a sophomore, so we’ve known each other for four years now. We were both involved with the theater program in our high school. We were the type of kids that always sat together at lunch, wore strange thrift-store outfits, and cracked each other up with obscure pop culture references. And of course we sang and danced and monologued.

Jackson was the one who first mentioned Castle of Terror to me. He meant it as a joke, but I took him seriously. I was looking for ways to get my volunteer hours done for the semester, and he suggested the Halloween attraction. I think he was expecting me to shriek with mock terror at the very idea, but I was pretty excited from the start.

I’ve always loved being scared. Halloween is my favorite holiday, and not just because of all the chocolate. I love the feel of being surprised, sitting in a dark theater and jumping out of my seat when something pops up with a shriek as the music builds. The goosebumps, the adrenaline surge. It’s wonderful.

I showed up at Castle of Terror that first year and promptly got put at the ticket booth. Oh, yay. Nowhere close to the excitement. It turned out to be okay, though, because I got to see the people leaving the house. They were flushed, clinging to each other, laughing with excitement and relief, limbs loose. They could have just as easily been walking out of a bedroom as a haunted house.

Jackson was a part of the actual haunted house, and it made me jealous. He got to dress up and scare people: an insane ax murderer that first year, a disembodied head the second year, and a plant last year. The plant thing was a little strange, but he explained he was in a room beside a friend of his in an old grandma costume. Guests in the castle walked into the room, expecting the grandma character to jump at them, but then the plant attacked.

This year, Jackson and I were in a room together. My stomach was in a flurry about it. For three years, we had danced around each other, flirting, teasing, but never actually crossing the line. He was dating someone when I started high school, and by the time he broke up with her, I was dating someone else. It went back and forth like that, both of us interested in each other but the timing never quite working out.

Until this past summer. I had just graduated and Jackson was home from college. We ended up hanging out a lot. We picked up right where we had left off, with the teasing and joking and flirting. Except there seemed to be a little more behind the flirting this time. Neither one of us was dating anyone at the time, but it was suddenly time for me to leave for college, and neither one of us had made a move.

We were both home from college to help with the Castle this fall, and the tension between us was thick enough to cut with a knife. And now I was about to spend a night with him in a dark room.

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I pulled on the tight black leggings of my costume, the black spandex clinging to my bottom. The top was equally tight, stretching over my arms, shoulders, and torso. I slid my feet into the black foot coverings and my hands into the black gloves. I checked my reflection in the mirror and then pulled the hood over my head. The image was complete. I was covered from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet by a tight black bodysuit punctuated with large fluorescent blue, yellow, and pink dots.

There was a knock on the door. “Ready?” Jackson called.

“I’m ready,” I called back, feeling a small flurry in my stomach. I opened the door and he was standing there, dressed just like me. Tight black bodysuit covered with fluorescent dots. The room we would be in had black walls covered with dots the same size and color as ours. The only light in the room was a blacklight, so we’d disappear completely.

Once we got in the room and turned off the lights, it took a minute to get over the vertigo. The dots were everywhere, even on the floor ankara escort and the ceiling, so my sense of direction was a little off at first.

Jackson and I moved around, getting used to the space and the light. We’d reach out, brushing by each other, figuring out how to tell where we were. After a few minutes, we were able to move around the room more easily.

Thomas, a Castle volunteer, came through the room.

“Open for business,” he said, moving through the room and out the other door. He’d stand outside the exit and open the door to let people leave after a minute of disorienting fear in the room with us.

Jackson and I went to our corners. As we passed in the middle of the room, I felt his hand briefly slide down my flank. Goosebumps rose in its wake and I shivered slightly, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. I had high hopes for this Castle. Maybe after we were finished with two weeks of being in a dark room together, we’d finally be able to say, “Hey, I really like you.” I shook my head. Guess we’ll see how it goes.

We stood facing each other across the room, quiet and still. It didn’t take long for the first group to come in. Three girls, maybe a year or two younger than me, came in.

“Whoa,” one of them said. “This room is crazy.” She was trying to sound nonchalant, but I knew they’d had to go through three other rooms to get to us, and they were a bit shaken. They were clinging to each other pretty tightly, giggling nervously, trying to peer into the invisible corners of the room.

We gave them a few seconds to look around, and then charged. Waving our arms and screaming, Jackson and I flailed in from our opposite corners. I’m about 5’10” and he’s well over six feet tall. We’re both pretty lanky, so when we flail, we FLAIL. Coupled with the disorienting decoration scheme, the effect is terrifying.

Their screams were intensely satisfying. Full-bellied, full-throated, unrestrained screams of fear. Awesome. As quickly as we appeared, we disappeared back into the depths of the room. Before the screams had completely subsided, the exit door opened. The girls left the room clinging to each other even more tightly. The instant the exit closed behind them, another group was ushered in.

The night had officially started.

It didn’t take long for me and Jackson to get into a rhythm. Start in opposite corners, charge diagonally, make a LOT of noise, retreat into corners across the room. Repeat process.

About 30 minutes into it, though, Jackson veered slightly off-course. I couldn’t see him clearly, but the dots moving in front of me looked a little different. As he charged the couple in the center of the room, his hand brushed against me again.

I swiped at him as I passed him, connecting briefly with some part of him. His back, maybe. It was tough to tell.

After that, we managed to make contact on every pass. It was amusing, but it was also starting to turn me on a little. I never knew what part of him I might accidentally grab. And I have to admit, I wasn’t aiming for his elbow.

I wasn’t actively trying to grope him until he got a good handful of my ass on one pass. After that, I found myself aiming low. It took several tries, but I finally managed to connect, cupping him briefly but solidly between the legs. I was pleasantly surprised to find that I apparently wasn’t the only one getting turned on by our game.

I got to my corner and turned around, but the dots looked different. I realized he was standing right in front of me.

“We’ll charge together, straight at them, and then split and go around,” he said, bending to press his mouth against my ear. His voice was so quiet it was barely a suggestion of words, but I heard him. I nodded, and we turned as the next group staggered in.

It worked beautifully. The group ducked, screaming, as we surrounded them and then disappeared. Jackson reached the corner first and turned to catch me, using his ankara escort bayan body to absorb my momentum. I briefly pressed my body the length of his, smiling under my mask as I felt him hard against my thigh.

I quickly turned, ready for the next group, but no one came in. A perfectly-timed lull. I turned back towards him. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me against him again. I rose slightly to press my lips against his through the mask. He pressed back, but then the door to the room opened and the next group came in.

He turned me around and we charged, screaming. The group shrieked, but their screams were no longer satisfying to me. I wanted the people to go away, wanted to lock the door, wanted to press myself against Jackson uninterrupted.

We made it to the opposite corner and he grabbed me, hard. I scrambled at my mask, pushing it up just enough to uncover my mouth. He did the same, and we kissed, pulling at each other the way a suffocating man gasps for oxygen.

Too soon the door opened and more people came in.

“Whoa, check out this room,” one of them said.

I pulled my mask down as Jackson turned me around. I was dizzy from the kiss, and spinning around in this room wasn’t helping.

We got to the opposite corner, both of us all hands. We were kissing again, touching each other everywhere. He slid one hand up the inside of my thigh and I spread my feet, never having wanted anything so badly in my life.

Then I heard the door open behind me.

“Fuck ’em,” I hissed through my teeth, pressing hard against him. But he only chuckled and turned me back around. My scream must have been terrifying, as full of frustration as it was. My heart was racing and I could feel the wetness between my legs.

I wasted no time at the next corner. I grabbed his hand and slid it under the waistband of my leggings. His hand and fingers found my bare skin. It was amazing. I groaned and arched my back, pressing myself into his hand. He slid a finger in me, and I stiffened only briefly. It was a strange sensation, having someone else in my body. Up until this exact moment, the only fingers that had ever been inside of me were my own. It felt insanely good, though, so I had only that second of hesitation.

He moved his finger in and out, sliding easily in my wetness. I lifted one leg to give him better access and he slid a second finger in.

“Oh,” I said. It felt good, but it was snug.

“You okay?” he whispered.

“Yes. I haven’t done this before, but I’m good.”

The door opened behind him before he could answer and he turned towards the group with a groan. We darted out, kind-of scared them, and were back in each other’s arms almost immediately.

“Never?” he asked, as though we hadn’t even been interrupted.

“Nope. I’ve done some pretty heavy making out, but haven’t gone this far before.”

“How far do you want to go?”

In answer, I reached into the waistband of his bodysuit and wrapped my fingers around his cock. He swallowed hard and moved my mask to kiss me again. I worked my hand up and down, feeling the pulsing heat of him, and knew EXACTLY how far I wanted to go.

He reached down into my leggings again, sliding his fingers into me. I gripped him harder, and bit down lightly on his bottom lip. His breathing had gotten faster and his hips were moving back and forth with the motion of my hand.

The door opened.

“Fuck,” Jackson said out loud. He paused for a minute and then turned, pulling himself from my grip. He was a little unsteady on his feet.

We moved toward the group, waving our arms. Jackson actually said, “Ahh,” not even bothering to scream.

One of the girls gasped with surprise, but the other three just laughed. The exit door opened but we didn’t even see them leave. Jackson picked me up, bracing me against the wall with his body. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his cock rubbing between my legs. escort ankara The friction of the fabric was delicious against my sensitive clit. It felt good, but I wanted more. I fumbled at his waistband, pushing the elastic just far enough to free him from the costume. He pulled at my waistband, and suddenly bare skin was on bare skin.

I groaned loudly as his cock slid against my drenched lips. He was lined up to enter me, but then he stopped.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

I dug my fingernails into the top of his butt, trying to pull him closer. “Never been more sure of anything,” I gasped.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, but his body was already answering me. He pressed forward, the top of his cock stretching into me. He got a little ways in and then met with some resistance.

I was so desperate for him my teeth were starting to chatter. “Just GO,” I pleaded, tightening my legs around his waist. My arms were around his neck and he leaned down to kiss me hard as he plunged his cock the rest of the way into me.

I cried out, a mixture of relief, desire, pleasure, and a little pain, and was surprised to hear answering cries behind Jackson. A group had come in and we hadn’t even realized it. Oh well.

The exit door opened and I dimly heard one of them say, “That was fuckin’ creepy.”

Then every ounce of my attention was on Jackson. He was moving inside of me, slowly at first. My hips bucked against him, answering each of his thrusts and urging him to go faster. I was making little noises, involuntary whimpers of pleasure, as I rode him hard. I wanted more of a connection, it seemed, because my hands clenched into his back and my kisses were punctuated with sharp bites across his lips and jawline.

I heard a door open, but I couldn’t tell if people were coming or going. I didn’t care. He was scratching an itch that had been raging inside of me and the feeling was overwhelmingly tasty. I writhed in his arms as the waves of pleasure started to build and intensify.

“Oh my god,” I whispered. “Oh my god, oh my god,”

“Wait,” he whispered back. “Wait for me.” He started moving in and out even faster, pushing forward harder to get into me more deeply.

“I can’t,” I gasped, my hips bucking wildly as the orgasm began to pound through me. “Oh my god, oh, oh, OHHH…”

The last syllable turned into a howl as electricity shot through all my muscles, clenching every one of them tightly around Jackson. As my body spasmed around him, his own orgasm ripped through him. He groaned, pushing me hard against the wall. He buried his face in my neck, his teeth clenching my shoulder through the top of my bodysuit.

His thigh muscles were like steel rods under my legs, and I could feel the twitches of electricity moving through his own muscles.

We stayed like that for a minute, me wrapped around him, the two of us propped against the wall, his face in my shoulder, catching our breath.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered. “That was insane.”

I laughed weakly. “I don’t think I can stand up,” I said. I kissed him again, lightly this time. “That was amazing.”

“Are you okay?” he asked.

Before I could answer, the door opened. “Hey, Jackson, you guys in here?” It was Thomas, the door guy. He was silhouetted against the dim light in the hallway.

“Yeah man, we’re right here. What’s up?”

“Just wanted to check on you. The last three groups haven’t had any screams, just some laughs. They’re saying they were hearing… strange… noises.” His voice sounded a little odd, and I knew exactly how people had been describing the noises.

“We’re good,” Jackson said.

“Clearly,” Thomas answered, his tone dry. “Well, the room ahead of you just got done with their break, so if you guys want to take yours, we can redirect for a few minutes.”

“Probably a good time for that,” Jackson answered. Thomas left, closing the door behind him.

When Jackson and I left the room, we were flushed and clinging to each other. We were both laughing with a mixture of excitement and relief. Our limbs were loose, and we could have just as easily been walking out of a bedroom as a haunted house.

I love Halloween.

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