Screw & Nail Chronicles Pt. 3: Something Something Halloween

“I don’t think Jason has ever had this much sexual tension with any of the camp counselors.”

Dayton Kelly sat on the couch in his living room. The lights were cosily dimmed and blood-curdling screams kept coming from the TV. James was next to him, cross-legged on the fluffy shag rug, occasionally dropping popcorn on the floor without noticing. James was only half-watching the movie, more interested in watching his boyfriend and boss watch the film for the first time.

“Exactly!” said James and patted Dayton on the leg. “This is why Screamaway Camp is the pinnacle of Canadian knockoff slasher filmmaking. You get it, man. You just get it. And it’s the main reason why I’m sleeping with you.”

“I thought it was my huge dick.”

“Clayton’s reason number two, and he’s not a part of this conversation.”

“Clayton?”

“The smaller part of the Greater Dayton area,” beamed James.

“You’re fired, Jimmy,” said Dayton gravely.

“You’d rather I was your housewife? I can do that. Cooking, shopping and dressing up for… Holy shit!”

“Holy shit what?” Dayton paused the movie and gave James an alarmed look.

“No, good holy shit, don’t worry. Keep watching, the ending is the best part. I just remembered something. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Dayton watched James go into their bedroom and heard him rummage through stuff in the closet. The two had been dating since last Christmas, when at age 45 Dayton had found new love in the shape of a snarky 33-year-old man who had applied for a job in his hardware store. Referring to the bedroom as their bedroom came naturally to Dayton, as most things about James did, like moving in together, or spending summer nights on the roof, or getting tested and happily ditching condoms. James was excited to guide his boyfriend through every circle of gay life, and Dayton proved to be a fast learner, whether it came to sex, or politics, or sex, or camp appreciation.

Currently, the camp was being drenched in industrial amounts of visibly fake blood. Dayton appreciated that.

“Jimmy, come back here, they’re about to kill the what’s his name!”

“Guy Shreddin! Also, fat chance, there’s twelve sequels,” shouted James from the bedroom. “Oops, spoilers!”

The man in the black ski mask lay underneath a pile of rubble from a collapsed camp cabin, finally stopped by the last of the counselors, a disheveled young man in shorts and a bloody crop top. The counselor came closer and looked into the trapped killer’s eyes. He then slowly caressed the man’s face and stepped back, as sirens and flashing lights of approaching police cars filled the screen slowly fading into black.

“What the fuck?” whispered Dayton. He sat there watching the credits in silence, as an oddly cheerful woman sang how two hearts beat as one over a stuttering eighties synth track. “Jimmy, I have...”

Dayton turned around and saw James back from the bedroom.

“Questions.”

James stood in the living room shirtless, with a whistle hanging on his neck, wearing tight booty shorts and white tube socks.

“Hi, you must be waiting for your kid, sir?” smiled James. “Everyone will be back from a hike in half an hour, in the meantime I could give you…”

Dayton curiously raised an eyebrow.

“I could give you a tour of the camp!”

“I think I have a better idea,” said Dayton, standing up and coming face to face with James. He picked up the whistle and studied it carefully, tugging James a little closer. “Go wait for me in your bunk, I’ll be with you in a minute.”

He blew the whistle and let James go.

“You heard me.”

James stifled a smile and retreated into the bedroom. He turned off the bedside lamp and lay on the bed, propped up on one elbow. The apartment was quiet and dark, and James could hear his heart beat faster in anticipation and October wind howl outside.

A few minutes passed before a dark figure appeared in the bedroom door.

Dayton stood there naked and hard, silently staring at James through the holes of a black ski mask.

“Fuck,” exhaled James. “Please.”

Without saying a word, Dayton pushed James on his back. He straddled the younger man and held his hands down. He took a long look into James’s eyes, leaned forward and slowly licked his neck from collarbone to ear. James felt Dayton’s heavy breath on the wet stripe and turned his head to the side, exposing more skin. Dayton tightened his grip and bit James on the shoulder, then on the earlobe, quietly grunting and sniffing his captive. Rough wool of the mask scratched against James’s burning skin.

Dayton moved up and pinned James to bed between his thighs. He put both hands on James’s head and pulled him closer, wiping the throbbing cock on the man’s lips. James obediently opened his mouth, and Dayton pushed the cock inside, moving slowly in and out of the wet lips. James ran his tongue over the downside of the cock, and Dayton sped up, fucking the camp counselor’s mouth in rough, fast thrusts to the sounds of slurping and choking. He pushed deep down to the throat and held still, as James sucked and licked the shaft, pulling out when he started to gag and gasp for air. He did it again and again, slapping his hard, wet cock on the captive's cheeks between the plunges.

Finally, Dayton felt his balls tighten and stomach muscles twitch as his orgasm approached. He pulled out and took a long satisfied look at James’s face flushed red, tears glistening in the dark, wet puffy lips, and chin covered in spit and precum. Dayton pushed James down on the pillow, grabbed his throat tight in one hand, and started rapidly stroking his cock.

With a groan and a shudder, Dayton came all over James’s face, shooting the last drops into his wide open mouth. He rolled over and dropped on the bed next to James, breathing heavily into his ear, one arm slung heavily over the man’s chest. James turned his head and looked into Dayton’s eyes, dark inside the mask. Dayton pulled him closer and kissed his boyfriend’s sloppy mouth, tasting his own cum on the tongue.

Dayton turned James’s back to his chest, lips touching the ear and soft cock in the cleft of the younger man’s ass. He put his hand down James’s shorts and felt a wet, sticky mess inside. He slowly moved the hand up his boyfriend’s stomach, rubbing the load all over his body.

“Who’s my final girl?” he whispered.

James could only moan as Dayton gently bit his neck again. He reached behind him and pulled the ski mask off Dayton’s head.

“Are you going to kill me now?” whispered James, not looking back.

“I’m going to keep you.” Dayton made a low growl. “Twelve sequels, you said?”

“Oh fuck off!” laughed James. “You ruined it!”

“No I didn’t,” grinned Dayton, tightening his grip. “You’re not going anywhere,” he kept growling. “But I’ll make sure you come a lot.”

James wrestled out of Dayton’s arms, sat up on the bed and looked at his man.

“I knew you were hideous underneath that mask!” he gasped.

“Yeah, but the dick’s just too good, isn’t it?” Dayton stretched lazily and yawned.

“Good enough for twelve more times,” said James and looked down on himself. “Okay, time to hit the shower.”

“Yeah, quite a mess you made there, Jimmy,” Dayton got out of bed, scooped James in his arms and carried him to the bathroom. “I didn’t even touch you!”

* * *

After both men were done drying off, Dayton sat naked on the rim of the tub and watched James put on his night cream in front of a foggy mirror. He reached his hand, pulled the towel off James’s waist, and looked appreciatively at the younger man’s ass.

“Do they go to space in the tenth movie or something?” mused Dayton. “Because I sure would love to send my rocket to that Moon.”

“No, but they go to the United States once,” James looked in the mirror at Dayton, who stood behind and hugged him. The older man planted small kisses on his boyfriend’s ear, tickling him with his stubble. James turned around, kissed Dayton on the cheek and smudged the cream on his nose. “It was filmed in Toronto instead of Vancouver, it was kind of a big deal. Oh, and the last one takes place on Halloween. If we watch one movie every night, guess when we get to the finale.”

“This Halloween,” said Dayton in a deep dramatic voice.

“Get ready for Screamaway Camp,” continued James in the same movie trailer tone without missing a beat.

“The Final Dickdown!” Dayton sharply tightened his grip on James, who snorted in surprise.

“Come on, killer. Let’s go to bed.”

“You want me to put the mask back on?” asked Dayton, rubbing cream on the nose.

“Yes. And then you cuddle the fuck out of me.”

“You’ll be so cuddled out by Halloween, Jimmy, you have no idea.”

“Ooh, I’m so scared!”

“You better be.”