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Chapter 29: Halloween
Halloween! In many ways, my Halloween was very similar to being trapped under the bed. Not entirely, though - Halloween is one of those rare occasions where we all get to act as crazy as we want and have little or no repercussions.
About a week before Halloween I was sitting on the couch when Bobby and his girlfriend of the week walked in. I don't mean to belittle the relationships that Bobby had, but they just never lasted very long. This girl - Bethany - was cute and nice, but nothing special. I think a lot of the girls Bobby dated he wanted simply for their bodies. He called them "my girlfriend," but he didn't really mean it.
Anyway, Bethany was, like my friend Amy, involved in theater. And since I was close to Amy and Bobby, it meant that the four of us were spending a lot of time together. It was a good time - nothing was happening between Amy and me, and I'm pretty sure that Bethany knew why. Whether it was because Amy told her or not, I have no idea, but that's my guess. I liked to think that Bobby already knew I didn't go after the girls, but he was actually still clueless.
The four of us were out one night having sushi and drinking sake - it was nice for everyone to be legal drinkers, and enjoy alcohol like adults - and like every sushi meal in the history of the world, the topics of conversation eventually included the fish we were eating, then disgusting fishy tastes, then fish that were disgusting, then disgusting things with fish. We ended up discussing Jaws, and with Halloween just a week away, our talk combined the two.
"Ooh! I've got a great idea," Bethany said, "let's dress up as Jaws victims!"
"That'd be cool, but what would we do? Like fake blood'n'stuff?" Bobby asked.
Amy, who had a gift (and knew it), said, "Oh hell no! I'll get some of my makeup and maybe procure some from the department and make us look like we've been seriously chomped."
"You could do that?" Bobby asked.
"Yes, she can," Bethany and I both said. We had seen what Amy could do, and we knew she was very talented.
"Yeah, I can do it. What do you guys want?" she asked.
"Well, what are we going to be dressed up in?" Bobby asked. "Duh, our bathing suits, silly," Bethany said. "So what do you want to look like?"
"Oh! Oh, I get it. Um... well, some blood and guts, I guess," he said.
Amy asked him, "That's it?"
"Well, I don't know what to ask for."
I did, though - I thought it would look fantastic so I spoke up, "I think I want a big damn bite right out of the middle of my body. Like, from here," and traced a line up from my left hip towards my right shoulder, "up here, and back down again," and I drew a line with my hand from there up towards my right shoulder and back down.
"Ooh! I like that," Amy said, "I can do ribs and spilt guts. It'll be awesome!"
"Seriously, you can do that?" Bobby asked.
"Yeah, piece of cake," she said.
"Oh, then I suppose a bite or two, too," he said.
"I think I should have bloody hands and feet - like stumps!" Bethany said.
"Cool. And Bethany, you can do mine... I think it'll be simple, like bites on my legs and one on my side, or something. I'll draw it up so you can do it easily," Amy said. Bethany was confident that she could do it, and so we were all set for our Halloween costumes.
We had a party to go to, too. One of Bobby's friends had rented a place that was well beyond the other side of campus. Free booze, invitation only, and even if you were invited, if you weren't in a costume you weren't going to be allowed in. But it was a big party - there were going to be about two to three hundred people there. He was sure that the invitation-only aspect was not going to be adhered to, but checked just to make sure.
Bobby asked and we received formal invitations for it - just in case - and the night before Amy emailed her drawings to us. They looked cool and we were going to be really gory. I was pretty excited about it.
I woke up the next morning and went to my Tuesday class like normal and then went home. We were supposed to go over to Amy's at 2PM - she said it was going to take a long time to get our makeup put on and completed. I got home right before Bobby. I had stripped down and was on my way into the bathroom and asked Bobby if he was going to shower and shave beforehand.
"What? Why?" he asked.
"Well, Amy told me that the makeup wouldn't work great on hair and that it'd be best if we were clean."
"Oh, okay. Well, I'll be in there in a minute," he said.
So I went in and tossed my towel over the shower wall. Bobby came in a minute later in his boxers, laughing as I got the razor and sighed. Both Bobby and I had been members of swimteams before, and at least the two we had been parts of, there were shaving parties. Now, a lot of them were co-ed and didn't include the nether regions, but occasionally they were single-sex and that was what we did. And so I proceeded to shave all the hair off of my body, not that there was much of it to begin with.
Underarms, the maybe three light brown chest hairs, and the bit of a trail that starts just below my navel and goes down to my pubic hair... all gone. I went ahead and shave off the fuzz on my thighs as well, since part of the design for me also included part of my left leg. Bobby, meanwhile, shaved his chest - he didn't have much hair either, but definitely more than me. He didn't bother with his legs or anything else, though, and just laughed at me the entire time.
I hopped into the shower and cleaned myself off, then dried off and went back to my room. I got dressed and then came back into the living room. When Bobby came out of the bathroom, in nothing but a towel, he asked why I had shaved off everything.
"Well, mainly because I don't want anything to peek if my suit rides up or something," I said.
"Oh! Are you wearing one of your team suits?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm thinking a red one. I have a couple of them, so it doesn't matter if it gets ruined."
"Cool. I think I'm going to stick to a regular suit, though."
"Really?" I asked. "That's not very 1975 of you. Unless you have a really short suit!"
"Haha... hmm... you know, I've got one that's old that I might not really fit into, maybe I'll wear that."
He went into his room and came out in a small yellow suit that looked ridiculous. Bobby was in great shape, though, so it worked, but it was really funny. He got a little embarrassed when he looked in the mirror, however, and decided against it. He had several, so he didn't care. He picked an orange one and we left.
We got to Amy's and she already had her "leg" bite done. It looked fantastic, too. It looked like she had been bitten and was very three-dimensional, but with no prosthetic attachments. We wouldn't have to worry about stuff falling off midway through the night.
She offered us a drink or two - it was going to be a party night. She was refraining until we were all done, but she said there was no reason for the two of us not to start. So we each had a shot of vodka while we waited for Bethany to arrive. She got there a few minutes later, right about the time that the vodka hit. I took one more shot for fun.
The three of us brought our bathing suits out - Amy was already in hers. We grabbed the scissors and box-cutter and all went to task shredding our bathing suits a little bit to make them look like they had been torn by a bunch of razor-sharp teeth. I had a few slices in there, careful not to put them where people might see ass-crack or I might fall out at an inopportune moment. The girls laughed, and Bobby did again, at the thought of me wearing a speedo (and nothing else).
"Okay, Jake, yours is the most complex, so let's start with you," she said.
So I took my shirt off and dropped my shorts (I was wearing shorts because it was about 80 that day, despite being Halloween).
"Um, undies, too, Jake," Amy said.
"Oh, sorry," I said and dropped them down, cupping my dick and balls in my hands and kicking my underwear off. Bobby lived with me, and as we all know nudity in our apartment was no big deal. Bethany, however, cracked up.
Amy looked at her. "What? His goes down here," she said, running her hand down my side, "and if his bathing suit is torn there, there needs to be makeup so it is clear he's a victim of Jaws."
"Yeah, I just think it's funny. Whee! No underwear, just like that, haha! Boys are silly," Bethany giggled.
So I stood in front of Amy while she got her makeup ready, still covering up. Bobby and Bethany, meanwhile, walked over to the couch and sat down. My ass was to them, and Bethany couldn't stop laughing.
"Okay, left hand to your side," Amy said, "so I can make this look natural." She needed me to stand normally so that she could accurately draw on my skin where the ribs, guts, and blood splats were going to go. Torn tissue, skin looking like it was hanging by a thread, exposed bones and organs... she drew it all on me there, paying no attention to the fact that I was naked.
But why would she? I haven't mentioned it, but Amy was a lesbian. She had no interest in my naked body, and it did nothing for me to be standing naked in front of her.
She had me turn to the side and drew on the side of my body, then around to the back, and I was then facing the middle of the room. Bobby and Bethany were facing the television, so I was off to their right side and they couldn't see me without turning around. Nevertheless, they kept stealing glances. Well, Bethany was. It made me laugh, too, I had to admit, standing there naked and covering my package with my right hand. It was a good thing I was feeling that vodka.
Eventually she was done - it took ages, but she finally had everything drawn, colored in, and set. She dusted me down with some talcum powder so that it wouldn't crack, and I trotted off to the bathroom to check out her handiwork. I might have been tipsy from the two shots of vodka an hour before, but I could see she had done an amazing job. It really looked like a shark had come up and bitten along my side, going from left upper-mid thigh and the base of my ribcage, and arching up from those two spots to meet in a point just to the left of my right nipple. It was cool and looked really realistic - by which I mean it didn't look realistic at all. Total Hollywood. The back was much the same, and she managed to avoid getting makeup in the crack of my ass (barely) and was about two or three inches away from my dick on my front.
So I went back out into the living room, covering myself again, and she was working on Bobby. I grabbed my bathing suit and Amy said no - I shouldn't put it on just yet as the makeup could dry a little bit more and not get all over everything or smudge. So unless I couldn't stand it, it'd be better if I could stand that a bit longer. No biggie, really, though I kept my hand where it was, unless I needed to use both hands, in which case I kept my backside to everyone.
Bethany helped Amy paint Bobby, finishing him in a little less than forty-five minutes. As he just had two big bites - one in the middle of his chest from the side and one down his leg - he had been in his boxers the whole time. And he only needed to shred the right leg of his suit, since that was the leg that looked like it had been stripped of flesh. He had concentrated on that leg, but there were a couple other slashes.
Amy told me I could put my bathing suit on then, so I did. I had shredded it perhaps a little two much, but it looked pretty cool. I concentrated on the left side, and had gone down through the elastic in the leg hole a few times, creating strips of fabric that revealed more of Amy's design and a bit more of my painted skin. I thought I might have overdone it, but this suit had held up for a long time, so I wasn't worried about it.
Bethany finished Amy's drawing on her shoulder and her other arm. She basically had a bite out of her left arm, her right shoulder and upper arm, and her right calf. She shredded her bathing suit a lot - it was a one piece - and cut the strap over her right shoulder. It meant that her boob could theoretically pop out at any moment, but she really didn't care. She thought it was hot - and honestly, it was. She might have been a lesbian, and I a gay man, but seriously, she was smokin'!
She then turned around and worked on Bethany. Bethany was already in her bikini, and in handling her Amy definitely blushed a few times. Bethany noticed, I think, but definitely didn't say anything. I noticed, and just winked when Amy looked over at me.
I knew I wasn't allowed to sit on the couch while she finished up, so I sat down on the floor.
Amy finished Bethany's and we were ready to go. We each had another shot of vodka or two before slipping on our shoes and heading out the door - shoes instead of flip-flops because of the possibility of broken class or getting our feet trampled on the dance floor.
We were a gruesome bunch. Amy had done an incredible job!
We walked down the street - it was about a half-mile to the bus stop. We had agreed to take the bus since we had all had that vodka. We waited for the campus bus to show up and when it did, what a reception we got. People loved our costumes and really complimented Amy, as we pointed out it was all her. We made it to campus without incident, though plenty of catcalls and a bit of pinching - my ass was going to be sore, but in the wrong way, if this kept up.
A bunch of people got off the bus, so the four of us sat down. It felt strange to be sitting on that plastic seat with nothing but a speedo on. But at the same time it also felt like I was dressed with all that makeup on. We all laughed, just at the sheer ridiculousness of it. More and more costumed people got on as we made our way across campus, though most were far more dressed up than we were, but no one had as good of makeup as we did. Our costumes were really outstanding.
When we got to the end of the bus line, there were several people that got off with us, all heading to the party. There were monks, football players, doctors, naughty nurses, cheerleaders - you name it, they were there. We went over to the old warehouse that Bobby's friend or friends had rented. It looked innocuous from the outside, but inside it was a kick-ass haunted Halloween party raging.
The decorations were insane, the bar was clearly fully stocked. There were tons of people inside already and plenty were dancing on the dance floor. We went in and got into it, grabbing a couple of drinks and heading over to a table. We were called over to someone who I hadn't met before, who was judging costumes. We got some good reviews.
After another drink we had to go out onto the dance floor. I got into it and was dancing, Amy in front of me kicking up a storm. There were tons of people out there, bodies smashing together and getting all kinds of sweaty. I could feel people rubbing up and down on me, but I didn't develop a hard-on or anything, probably because of the alcohol. But I certainly felt a few hands on me, dancing out there in that tiny bathing suit.
We danced and drank and our costumes held up - Amy knew what she was doing and despite the sweat that was pouring off of us, the makeup didn't smear or wash away as far as I could tell - though I was pretty drunk. We were having a blast. After about an hour, I had noticed my costume loosen a little - a few more places along the leg-hole elastic that I had nicked, near where I had cut through, finally broke loose. No worries, though, it was still attached at the waistband.
Another drink, another set of songs to dance to. Eventually, some of the elastic on the right leg started to go, too. But it was fine. Things were still attached like normal, though I was certainly showing some skin. Finally we all took a break, and after going through the bar line again, I returned to our table to sit down for a few minutes.
As I sat, I felt a big pop. The elastic in the waistband, right along the left side of my waist where I had apparently nicked it at Amy's, snapped. And both sides flew away from each other. I looked down and then pointed it out to Bobby, Bethany, and Amy. They all laughed - as I did! Now I was wearing half a speedo at this big Halloween party!
I tied the ends together as best I could and that sufficed. We went back out onto the dance floor and danced for another forty-five minutes or so. I didn't even notice that just behind the not, the elastic snapped again. It wasn't until I was walking off the dance floor that I realized my little speedo was now barely covering my dick and exposing about half of my ass. I decided to sit out of dancing for the rest of the night, though I was so drunk I couldn't help but dance a little bit by our table. A few people walking by managed to scream over the music that they liked the costume, and a guy and a girl who I had seen earlier making out both told me I looked hot before running their hands up my nearly naked body. Both of them caressed my ass, which made me feel awesome.
Nothing happened from that, though I did re-tie the elastic on my left side after they walked off, unknowingly straining the elastic to its breaking point.
Eventually the night ended for us - it was about 3AM and we were exhausted. We stepped out into the parking lot and it was sooooooo cold. It might have been 80 during the day, but by this time of night it was more like 45. We were all shivering. Can you blame us? We were in bathing suits - I was in a speedo that was by now little more than a rag held together by some failing elastic.
The charter bus that the party planners had hired to drive to and from campus finally showed up and we got on with about twenty other people who were all heading home at the same time. We were all drunk - and apparently this was the first time some people had seen my costume. With the alcohol and the end of the night fast approaching, there were a lot of "touchy" people, with several snaps of my waistband.
Since it was a slow ride to campus - the driver went the most bizarre way - it eventually happened again. One girl stuck her finger in my waistband and snapped at it. And snap it went - it broke right behind the second knot I had made. As I was holding onto the rail above my head with both hands and was a little drunk, I kind of just watched as the front bit fell forward and felt the back half sling around the back of my body. This time it was more dramatic as the two knots pulled at the front of the suit, thanks to the extra weight. My dick was about to be on display if I didn't do something.
So with one hand I did what my drunken mind thought was the best idea - get rid of the two knots. I pulled at them together and they ripped away from the rest of my speedo. However, this meant that there was not nearly enough fabric to try to tie it back together, not by a long shot. Fortunately, there was no worry, my dick stayed covered. My ass, however, was pretty well exposed. I actually took what fabric there was and tucked it into my ass-crack. Kind of stupid, but held at least the right side taut and, with any luck, anyone looking at the costume would not notice the bare skin on the left side without being more occupied with look of the painted shark bite.
No one probably would have known at all were it not for the fact that EVERYONE was watching and laughing. I was, too, I have to admit.
When the bus dropped us off at its last stop on campus before returning to the warehouse, we got off and the four of us stood around talking with some other partygoers until we realized again how cold it was. They kept complimenting our costumes - or our makeup, since that's mostly what my costume was at this point. We kept applauding Amy. Anyway, as cold as it was, Bethany, Bobby, Amy and I started walking back towards Amy's. That's where all of our stuff was, so might as well. We were still having fun, but were definitely winding down.
With about a mile to go (when we boarded earlier, that was a campus bus that picks up well off campus; we came back on a bus that ended its run at campus), Bethany got a bit of a drunken second wind, one that was really into my torn suit. She snapped at the other side a couple of times, but it wasn't coming loose - it fell a little bit, but didn't actually come apart. But she kept at it. To protect myself I tried to tie what was left back together on my left side, somehow thinking that was a good idea. Well, it wasn't - there just wasn't enough fabric - and the entire thing tore again, leaving me with a smaller flap on the front, not really covering me much at all any more, and a knotted bit pulling down the back more than it had before.
"Penis!" Bethany shouted, excited that there was finally some nudity now that she was well and truly sloshed. She snapped at it again and my whole suit fell down, barely staying attached to my leg but leaving me essentially naked. I tried to put my hand up to cover myself, and get the suit to slide back up, but it just wasn't happening. Alcohol and fatigue after the party were clearly catching up to me, and I decided it just wasn't going to happen. So I let the suit dangle around my leg while I cupped my dick and balls in my hands, which I mainly did for the rest of the way home, occasionally forgetting and dropping my hand until I heard a car approaching.
It was 4AM by the time we got to Amy's and I just wanted to get home. It was pretty cold so I definitely put my shorts back on. I didn't put my shirt back on - I didn't want to get any loose makeup on it, so just the shorts. And then I started walking home. Bobby and Bethany broke off about halfway there and went to her place, while I went on. I got there and, of course, all of the lights were out. I went inside and Bobby and Will's bedroom door was wide open, as was Dave's and mine. I was the only one home, so I went ahead and hopped in the shower with the mineral oil Amy had told me to pick up to get all of the makeup off.
I showered and got all of it off. My shower took ages, actually, but when I was satisfied that I was clean, I went ahead and stepped out and dried off. I walked into my bedroom and literally fell onto the bed, asleep in less than ten seconds. I remember it was sometime after 5AM, but was out instantly. When I woke up, I was still lying on top of the covers, naked. I rolled over and saw that the door was closed, and even though I couldn't remember if I had done that or not, I fell back asleep. I woke up way too soon again and it was about noon. I got up, pulled some jeans on, and walked out into the living room. Will was home, but no one else was. He asked if we had had a good time the night before and when I had gotten home. I grabbed a Coke and sat down on the couch, telling him about it and that I thought it was sometime around 4:30-ish when I had walked in. He asked if I was drunk, since when he got home he checked and saw that I was home, asleep, on top of the covers, and sans clothing. He had closed the door, for which I thanked him, and then told me about his night.
It was Wednesday, so after getting some lunch I went to class in the afternoon. I wasn't expecting to be a big celebrity, but a couple of people that I didn't know shouted out, "Hey Jaws Dude" as I walked to class.
It was a good Halloween.