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MERCURY TURNS A TRICK

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By Jim Deerboy For Halloween, when I was in college, I decided to dress up as a Greek god and go Trick-or-Treating to get a stache of candy for the late-night studying sessions. I took down the sheer curtains on the dorm room, got into a pair of tiny white bikini briefs and got to work. I taped the curtains on my right shoulder and let them fall to my waist covering only one pec. I gathered the rest around my waist and tied a necktie around the gathers. I wore a pair of sandals on which I had taped some wings, and got some ivy to wear as a laurel wreath. I felt a movement in my groin as I admired the handsome partly naked god looking back at me in the mirror. Yes, I was vain then but what the Hades? It got me through lots of situations that a meek little Freshman would have floundered in. I headed out for a residential section close to the campus. The first several houses were overflowing with cute little kids in funny costumes and I didn't want the competition. The next house didn't have on a porch light to signal they were receptive to the kids, but I went up to it anyway. I rang the bell and waited. When the door opened, I was a bit in shock to see my history prof standing there in shorts and no shirt. He dressed like a GQ model for classes. "The god, Mercury, has been sent by Hades to summon you to The Underworld," I announced, on the spur of the moment. "If you're not ready to go, you may give a token of candy to my bag and I'll send Charon on his way back across the River Styx." He looked at me with a sarcastic grin on his face and didn't say anything. Then he let his eyes travel up and down my young trim body before he locked my eyes with his. "Well, Mercury, you have finally come for me?" he said and stepped back so I could enter. Without knowing what to expect, I stepped into his house. The door closed behind me and I was alone with this rather handsome, half-naked, well-built teacher. "Are you ready to go with Mercury to the Elysian Fields?" I asked, hoping to keep to the ruse of Mercury doing his excorting. "Why don't we have our Elysian Fields right here?" he asked and headed toward a wet bar built into one end of his living room. Without asking, he poured us both Martinis with olives and indicated that we sit on a couch in front of a crackling fire. I decided to just go with the flow and see what was going to happen. I certainly didn't want to make him angry with me. I wasn't a very good history student as it was. We sipped our icy drinks. I felt mine hit the top of my head and the room waver a bit. "I'm afraid this is making me woozy," I said and put the drink on the coffee table. "Isn't that the point?" he asked, and handed me the stem again. "Well, I've never drunk one of these before," I began, "So I don't know what to expect." "Just enjoy the drink and don't worry about the outcome," he said and rubbed some of the sheer curtains between his fingers. "This is a good costume, Mercury, and I like how you look in it." "Er - ah - thanks," I replied and felt the back of his hand on my thigh. Then he put his drink down and took mine and placed it beside his. "I would like to see you naked, Mercury," he said and began untiing my sash. He lifted the sheers from me and there I sat in my tiny white bikinis with a bulge that pushed them away from my legs. "Now to get you out of these," he said and began to lower my briefs. "I don't know," I said, "mere mortals shouldn't see the gods totally exposed." "I'm Apollo come to Earth for a fling. There, Mercury, I am on a level above you and demand that you comply!" He smiled his sarcastic smile again and quickly removed my briefs. I felt my engorged manhood slap against my stomach when the elastic gave it the freedom it wanted. I blushed but he didn't seem to notice or care. "My, MY, my fine young fellow. You are all hard and ready!" Apollo said as he stood and unbuttoned his shorts. He dropped them to his ankles and stood there with his magnificent appendage pointing right at my face. "Take it in your godly hands and pleasure me," he demanded and I reached out to take the uncut seven inches into my hands. I began to slide the skin back and forth on his throbbing tool and elicited a thankful groan from the god. After a few minutes of this, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to a standing position. He put my hand back on his throbbing lance and took my pleasure pole into his. We stood very close but only touching hands to dicks. The new sensation of male to male sent me over the edge and before I could even know it, I began to shoot against his leg and groin. He got some of the hot cum and rubbed it on his love head. The slick lube in my hands made them slip over his throbbing head with ease. The god gasped, groaned and grabbed my hands and began to pump them frantically on his love staff. I felt it hit my legs and smelled the pungent odor at the same time. I was used to the smell of my cum but his was very different. It reminded me of clorine. We both kept groaning, moaning and twitching as the strange hands on our pumping prods sent shivers of pleasure through our naked bodies. "That was good for starters," my prof finally whispered. "Now let's have a real cum!" That night continued on into the early morning and we continued to jack each other and ourselves until neither of us had anything left to shoot. Strange that we never did anything except hand jobs, but it was wonderful and I'll always remember that Halloween with special memories. And yes, I made a good grade in history that semester. The next time I saw him outside of class he was with his beautiful wife and four children. Our Halloween night was never mentioned nor repeated.