Tricking for Treats
Hi there. My name’s Carey, and I have a super creepy Halloween story for you. And it’s totally true! Yes, I’m a bearcub. A brown bear to be precise – ursus arctos. How old? That’s a surprisingly complicated question. I look about twelve, right? Let’s say twelve. Maybe I’ll give you the whole story later, but it’s kind of weird.
The outfit? Well, it’s Halloween! I decided to be a mad scientist this year. I made the fake blood on the lab coat myself with corn syrup and red food coloring. Pretty gross, right? I know I’m not super scary, but I can look pretty creepy when I bug my eyes out and grin all crazy-like. I think the white fright wig is what makes the outfit, personally. It makes me think of Doc Brown in Back to the Future.
I love going Trick or Treating. It’s hard to get to good neighborhoods on foot, because I live in a warehouse in an industrial park (again, long story…another time), but I can jog down to the end of the street and catch a bus, and that gets me into town. Plus, after living around here and trick or treating like I have, I know a great neighborhood. And that’s why I found myself heading downtown to Gray Street.
See, I have a lot of special fun on Gray Street. And, for one night a year, it doesn’t seem weird for a kid to go up and ring doorbells, and even to go inside. Nobody looks twice. And I’ve learned all the best houses to trick or treat on Gray Street.
I started with Mr. Clifton’s house. It’s right near the bus stop, so it’s a good place to go if I need to use the bathroom or something. The real trick is to time things, because a lot of kids trick or treat this street. So I go a little on the later side, when the crowds have thinned out a bit. I walked up to the door, rang the bell, and waited. When Mr. Clifton opened it, I called out, “Trick or treat!”
Mr. Clifton opened the door wide, smiling at me. “Carey! I was wondering if I’d see you tonight.” He was dressed as a scarecrow, in farmer’s overalls, flannel shirt, floppy hat, a and some hay sticking out here and there. It looked so cute on his chubby raccoon frame. He’s in his mid-40s, and he’s one of my favorites. “You’re a creepy doctor?”
I grinned up at him. “I’m Dr. Carey, M.S.”
He cocks his head at me. “M.S.?”
“Mad Scientist!”
He laughed and clapped his hands. “Of course! You’re a delight, as always.” He lowered his voice. “I have candy for you, but would you like to come inside first?”
“I would love to!” I said, happily, coming in. He closed his door and turned out his front lights so we wouldn’t be disturbed.
A few moments later, I was kneeling, rubbing my paws over his big tummy as he played with my ears and slipped his nice, thick, cock in and out of my mouth. “Oh, Carey,” he murmured, “you’re such a sweet boy.” His cock always tastes really nice and clean, like he’s just washed it before I walked in the door. And I love the way he sweet talks me and strokes my hair and ears.
I bobbed my head for him, gently suckling the way I knew he liked. He moaned so nicely; I love when someone makes a lot of noise and lets me know he’s enjoying himself. He had pulled off my fright wig so that he could stroke his fingers through my hair and tug it a bit. As he got closer, he got a bit more aggressive, and he began to thrust at my mouth more. I could taste his precum, and I felt his balls tapping me higher on the chin. He was really close.
I pushed forward and let him slide into my throat, which made him groan and clutch my hair tightly. He went up on his tiptoes and groaned loudly. “Oh…oh, fuck! Oh, little bear! Ohhhh!” I felt him pulsing down my throat, and then he pulled back a bit to let me taste it. His cum is really thin and watery, but it’s also always sweet. I love swallowing it for him. As he came down off of his orgasm, he shuddered, which made his belly jiggle. I giggled a bit, rubbing it some more, and he chuckled, petting my head. “I know…I should lose a few pounds.”
I pulled off of his cock with a *pop* and smiled up at him. “I love your belly. You make a great bear for a raccoon.”
He laughed, tousling my hair affectionately. “Naughty thing.” He smiled, helped me up. “Maybe next year, I’ll feel up for bending you over the arm of the couch.”
I hugged him. “You know you’re welcome to.” Then I grinned, holding out my doctor’s bag, which was also my candy bag. “Trick or treat!”
Mr. Clifton chuckled and grabbed a fistful of candy from his bowl, dropping it in. “You’re sure I can’t offer you any money, little bear? I worry about you being off on your own.”
I unwrapped a fun-sized Snickers bar and popped it in my mouth. “I’m good. Just the candy, thank you.” 
He leaned down and hugged me, and I hugged him back. “Okay, but any time you need anything, Carey,” he said, “you come back here. If you need food, or a place to stay, or anything.”
I really liked Mr. Clifton, and I knew he wanted to “rescue” me, and I liked the way I lived. So I promised I would and said goodbye. As soon as I was a little ways away, he flipped his lights on. I saw a small group of trick or treaters change direction and beeline towards his house. I giggled. If only they knew what had just happened there…
I kept going down the street, hitting various houses for just candy. A few folks who didn’t know me would ask if I were out on my own, but I would say my parents were parked in a car just down the block, or I would attach myself to larger groups of kids temporarily. I liked doing that, because I don’t always get a lot of chances to be around kids, and it’s nice to just spend time and feel a little normal now and then.
As I got closer to Mr. Ardan’s house, I slowed up. I looked through the curtains. On alternating years, Mrs. Ardan takes the kids trick or treating while Mr. Ardan stays home to give out candy, and it should be her turn this year. I saw a couple of kids ring the doorbell, and the door opened to reveal Mr. Ardan. He’s a big, blocky pig, and he’s dressed as the Shape from the movie Halloween. Once the other kids went, but before he could close the door, I called out, “Trick or treat, Mr. Ardan!”
He turned back, saw me, and smiled. I couldn’t see his mouth, but I saw his eyes crinkle from behind the mask even before he pulled it off. “Carey! Hey, buddy! I missed you last year…saw you around the neighborhood. You were a vampire, right?”
I giggled. “Totally right…and I missed you last year, too!”
He smiled. “Love your costume. Hey, Mrs. Ardan won’t be back with the piglets for a while, and she always calls before she comes home. Want to come in and bob for apples?”
“I love apples!” I said happily, “And it’s a Halloween tradition.”
Moments later, we were sprawled out on his bed. He was laying back, pants and underwear off, legs spread, jerking his cock, and I was on my hands and knees, bobbing on his apples, swirling my tongue all over them. Man, that big pig loved having his balls toyed with and tongued, and he was grunting and groaning happily. I was happy to be the one providing the tongue. It was a Halloween tradition, after all.
Mr. Ardan lifted one hand, using it to tweak his nipples. He wasn’t a talker, but he made up for it with a lot of soft grunts and moans. Every once in a while, he would push the head of his cock down, and I would lift my head to lick over the very tip, giving him some fresh lube for his masturbating. Then he would take his cock back and stroke faster. I got little tastes of his precum, and the smell of his warm, musky body was all over my nose and tongue. It made me moan a bit, too.
Mr. Ardan was panting heavily, and I decided to try something new for him, so I lowered my head and licked along his taint. He gasped as I pushed hard, working his prostate from the outside. “Y-yeah…more of that!” he grunted, and I obligingly dragged my tongue over that spot again and again. “Oh shit…keep goin’, kiddo.”
Well, I really wanted to earn my candy, so I lowered my head a bit more, working my tongue between his cheeks, and licked over his hole, softly. He was a pretty clean guy, so I wasn’t doing anything too gross. I worked my tongue around as he moaned and groaned and then, without warning, he squealed, loudly, and I felt his hole contract. I lifted my head and saw him spilling his thick load over his belly. I whimpered and lifted my head, lapping at it as it drooled down the sides, glazing his smooth skin. He panted, looking at me, and I must’ve been doing begging eyes, because he lowered the tip and hit me across the muzzle once before I got it in my mouth and rank the rest of it down. It was thick, and he made lots of it. It always felt like minutes going by as I drank his load down.
He collapsed when he was spent, and I busied myself licking the rest of his load up. When he seemed clean, I got up and walked into his bathroom.  I spent a few minutes cleaning up, but I figured any stains would just seem to be decoration on my mad scientist costume, so I didn’t sweat it too much.
When I came out, he was already dressed. He grinned at me and bypassed his candy bowl. Instead, he took out a box of full-sized candy bars and just dumped it into my bag. I loved trick or treating at the Ardan house.
“That was fun!” I said, “And thank you for the candy! It’s too bad we only get to do this every other year.”
“Hmmm…maybe next time I’ll say my back is hurting…and she can take an extra turn.”
I giggled at that. “Aw, don’t miss your kids trick or treating. That’s super fun, too.”
“It is,” he agreed, smiling at me. “You’re a strange kid, Carey, but I hope you never change.”
“I don’t plan to,” I promised him with a smile. I was about to head out the front when we heard Mrs. Ardan and the piglets coming up the front stairs.” He looked panicked, but I just silently waved and ran for their back door. I heard the front door opening just as I closed the back, and I giggled, heading for the next house.
After a few more candy stops, I popped over to Mr. Lewis’ house. Mr. Lewis didn’t have any decorations or anything, and his lights weren’t on, but I trick or treated his door anyway. He came to the doorbell, grumbling, “Damnit, I don’t even have my damned lights on, and…oh, hey there, squirt.” Mr. Lewis was a big, beefy wolf in his 60s, and he was only wearing some ratty looking jean cut-offs.
“Happy Halloween, Mr. Lewis! Great werewolf costume!” I said brightly.
“Huh?” he said, confused. “Oh, right, right. Grrr an’ stuff. Happy Halloween, squirt. You wanna come in?”
I did indeed, and soon, I was naked from the waist down, laying back on Mr. Lewis’ bed, while he gave me a long, slow blowjob. He always enjoyed this, and I wasn’t about to refuse. It was my turn to moan and groan, though I end up sounding like a little baby bear bawling for Papa when a guy gets me going. He had one finger slicked up with Vaseline, and it was sliding in and out of my tailhole. I always kind of hoped Mr. Lewis would fuck me, but he never did. But he did like teasing my butt with his finger, and that was nice, too.
I writhed on the bed, groaning, as he worked my little magic button inside so well and slowly suckled my cubcock. I wasn’t very big, but I was hard as a nail, and he tickled that button with his fingertip, which made my hips go crazy. I was getting close to my tingles…it never takes me real long…and then he did this thing where he flicked his finger just as he sucked really hard, and I cried out loudly, arching my back, jetting out a few little spurts of cubcum. He mmmmed as he swallowed it down, then he pulled off and grinned at me.
“Sweet as fresh cream from the farm,” he teased me. I giggled, but I did always think my cum was pretty sweet, so I didn’t fight the teasing.
“Are you sure I can’t do anything for you, Mr. Lewis?” I asked, cocking my head at him.
“Squirt, you did plenty already,” he said, smiling down at me and booping my nose with his finger…not the one that had been inside me, thankfully. “I look forward to your visits every year.”
“Well, okay,” I said, uncertainly. “But…it’s trick or treat, so you gotta give me something good to eat.”
“I don’t have any candy,” he said, frowning. Then he lit up. “Oh, hey…wait…I do.”
And that’s how I left Mr. Lewis’ house with a Russell Stover assortment, with only a few buttercreams missing, tucked into my bag.
I was making my way back down the other side of Grey Street, but pretty much all the good houses were done, when I noticed one house, sat back a little further than the others. It was surrounded by a tall, iron fence with a slightly open gate at the street. There was a single light on, but it was dim and oddly colored. I hesitated…this house had been deserted and rundown when I’d been through here last year. It still looked in less than stellar condition, but then I saw someone sitting on the porch. I decided to see what was going on.
I came through the gate and walked up. The figure seemed to be a middle-aged bear, not really looking my way I almost didn’t want to disturb him. As I got closer, he slowly looked up. His fur was a kind of a creamy-white…not like a polar bear’s fur, but almost butter colored. I smiled at him. “Happy Halloween.”
He looked confused for a moment, then he looked around. He looked back at me. “Are you speaking to me?”
I nodded, smiling again. “Yeah. I said ‘Happy Halloween’. I was going to trick or treat you, but you don’t have to worry. I won’t trick you if you don’t have any treats.”
“Oh…thank you.” He seemed a little confused. “I didn’t realize it was Halloween. That…explains a few things.”
“Like all the kids in costumes?” I asked, playfully.
He chuckled. “Yes, that, for one thing.” He looked me up and down. “Are you out here by yourself?”
I hesitated, but I decided to be honest. “Yeah…I’m kind of on my own.”
“You should be careful,” he said with a frown. “I know this neighborhood seems safe, but people have died here.”
I shivered and nodded. “I know…I hope I’m not going to freak you out, but someone died in this actual house. There was a botched break-in and robbery, and the guy who lived here was killed. The robber stabbed him. There was a big hunt for him, and everything.”
He looked at me with an odd expression. “Yeah…I heard about that. That was a few years ago. Wouldn’t you be too young to remember that?”
Like I say, my age is a weird subject, and I didn’t want to weird out this nice new guy. “I read about it. Kids used to say this house was haunted, and I wanted to know what happened. It’s been abandoned since then. Did you buy it? Gonna fix it up?”
He blinked and looked over his shoulder. “It’d be nice to have it all fixed up, wouldn’t it?” He said, wistfully.
He was kind of an odd duck, but he seemed sweet and a little sad. I extended my hand to him. “My name’s Carey.”
He looked back at me, focusing on me. He shook my hand, slowly. “My name’s Ferris.”
“That’s a cool name,” I said, sitting down beside him. “Are you all alone on Halloween?”
He nodded. “I’m all alone, period.”
“Aw, that’s sad,” I said, scooting a little closer to him. “No one should be alone on a cool night like Halloween.”
He looked down at me and smiled, then put an arm around me. “Well, I guess I’m not alone right now, huh? You like Halloween, Carey? Witches and spiders and…ghosts and such?”
I grinned. “I sure do. I really like Halloween and Christmas, but I can’t decide which one I like better. I’m glad I don’t have to choose.” As I spoke, I just casually put my hand on his knee, to see what he would do.
He looked at it, then back at me, then he smirked a bit. “I see…very forward little man, aren’t you?”
I shrugged, still grinning, starting to move my hand back and forth on his leg. “Well, I know what I want, and I figure why waste time? Life’s short, right?”
“Too right,” he murmured, and he leaned down to kiss my ears, softly. “Would you like to come inside? There’s not really any furniture, but it’s private.”
I followed him in, my hand in his much bigger one, and he was right. The interior was still filthy. There was just a little bit of light inside, just like the porch light. But I didn’t care. I leaned into him, going up on tiptoes to kiss his chin, and he bent down, kissing my lips very firmly. His body was a little cold, which was odd. I’d never known a bear, including myself, who wasn’t a bit of a heater. But I figured he’d been sitting outside in the fall weather for too long.
I stripped off my wig and began to work on his clothes, even as he worked on mine. Soon, both of us were naked, except our shirts, and he laid me down on the dusty floor, kissing me tenderly, a hand sliding between my legs. Even though I don’t always get super hard, and even though I’d gotten off with Mr. Lewis just a little while before, I was pretty excited. I’m always kind of nervous and excited with a new guy.
I put my hand down between his legs, too. I felt nice, hairy balls in a big sac, and then slid my hand up over his sheath, which was more like mine…like a fuzzy foreskin. He was throbbingly erect in my hands, and he gasped, softly, as I gave his shaft a squeeze. I could still feel the slickness of the Vaseline Mr. Lewis had used as Ferris caressed my tailhole, and he looked at me surprised, before smiling a devilish smile.
“Someone already been in here tonight, Carey?” he asked, teasing me a bit.
“J-just a finger, Mr. Ferris,” I said, biting my lip. “But…well, I did suck off two other guys, and one guy sucked me off.”
“And now you want more?” Ferris asked, playfully. “You seem like an insatiable little boy.”
“And you seem like a very needy big bear,” I said, squeezing that cock again.
He groaned, heavily, and nodded. “You wanna show me how you want it?”
I knew what he meant, and so I got up onto all fours, lifting my little tailstub for him, leaning forward, putting my chest on the floor. He growled, appreciatively, and spit in his hand a few times, slicking up his cock to supplement the Vaseline. Soon enough, however, he was gripping one of my hips, tightly, using his other hand to guide his tip right to my hole. Then he leaned forward, and I felt him enter. His cockhead was really big, and I cried out as he entered.
“Shhhh,” he said, softly. “We don’t want to scare the neighbors.” I felt the big hand that had been aiming his cock slide over my muzzle, and then he slid deeper into me. I cried out again, but he kept me muffled rather well. He slid forward, and I could feel how deep he was getting. I tried to muffledly tell him he could go all the way, but he seemed to know that, and soon his lap was pressed up tightly to my butt. I sagged, feeling so completely full, almost heavy. He petted me with one hand, soothing me, while his other hand continued to keep me from making too much noise.
Good thing, too, because he then slowly eased his hips back before sinking all the way back in, making me groan. It would’ve been really loud without his paw, but it was just some soft noises with his paw in place. I almost giggled, thinking that anyone close by might think this house was haunted all over again from the moans I was making.
Ferris didn’t seem to be hurried, and I wasn’t planning on hitting any more houses tonight, so I didn’t fight his slow, tender thrusts. Slowly, my cries eased off to soft moans as he took me, and I began to press back to him. He eventually moved his paw off my muzzle, leaning down to kiss me so lovingly. I kissed back, really developing a strong like for this gentle giant. I loved his creamy fur, and the soft, sad look in his eyes. 
We moved together, slowly, for what seemed like hours, and Ferris made soft little grunt in my ears as he held me close and worked over my hole with his big cock. “Good boy,” he whispered to me. “Making Papabear feel good.” Papabear, eh? Well, that got me nice and riled up, and I was soon whimpering, pushing back to him as hard as I could, making soft little whines and whimpers. “You want Papa to cum in your little butt?” he teased me.
He had me panting and whimpering and I nodded, rapidly. “Yes, please, Papabear!” He nodded, clutching me more tightly, and he began to really pound my hole. His big cock was battering my prostate into submission, and I finally cried out, grabbing his paw to muffled myself again, as I clenched down on him in orgasm.
He growled deeply as I pulsed on him, buried his face in my shoulder, and gave a dull roar as he came. I could feel his cock jumping and flexing inside me…and then I felt his cooling cum running down my inner thighs.
We lay like that, each of us shuddering and spasming together. If I tried to move, his arms tugged me close again, and he growled, softly. I giggled, and it became a little game. I would try to wriggle away, and he would clutch me close again. Finally, however, he chuckled and let me slip off of his cock. “Damn, Carey boy,” he said with a grin. “I know adults three times your age who weren’t as good as you.”
I kissed him and smiled. “I’ve had a little practice.”
“I could tell,” he said with a sly smile.
We both got dressed, smiling at each other, happily. When we were dressed, he kissed me, softly, and hugged me in close. He still felt a bit chilly. “Promise you’ll come back next Halloween?” he asked.
“I promise! But I could also come over before that, if you wanted? I mean, if you didn’t mind folks in the neighborhood seeing me coming.”
He looked at me and smiled. “I wouldn’t care if anyone saw you coming. But my schedule might not allow free time before then. But next Halloween for sure, okay?”
I saw me out, and I headed home, still feeling tingly all over. When I got home, I ate a full-sized Reese’s cup from Mr. Ardan and a handful of nut chews from Mr. Lewis, but I was thinking about Ferris.
It so happened that, a few weeks later, on Thanksgiving, I had to take the bus for an appointment to perform in a Thanksgiving parade. I was going by Gray Street, and, on a whim, I hopped off the bus, thinking I might wish Ferris a Happy Thanksgiving…see if he had any plans for Christmas.
I smiled, seeing the houses of my nice adult friends. Halloween decorations were gone, and they were getting decorated for Christmas. I hurried to the house set back from the road…the one with the iron gate. Only to see that it was locked. The house looked as rundown as ever. I stared at it for a while, then quietly turned and walked over to Mr. Clifton’s house.
Mr. Clifton seemed surprised but delighted to see me. “Carey! Come in, come in!” He smiled, kneeling and hugging me. I hugged back, and he rubbed my back. “Hey…are you crying? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I said, swiping my eyes with the back of my hand. “Just…feeling lonely, I guess.”
He kissed me. “Stay for dinner? I always make way too much food for just me. Really, you’ll be doing me a favor, so I don’t have to eat leftovers for as many weeks.”
I stayed, of course, and I didn’t leave until the next day. I was well-stuffed…with turkey, I mean! We didn’t actually do anything naughty. We just cuddled and snuggled, and it was really nice. Later on, while Mr. Clifton was asleep, I used his computer to do some investigating. I read about the botched break-in on Gray Street, and I read about the guy who had died. Middle-aged bear, name of Ferris. I shivered and slipped back into bed with Mr. Clifton, who murmured in his sleep and put his arm around me.
When I left the next morning, it was still semi-dark. I had a bag full of leftovers that Mr. Clifton insisted I take. I paused for a moment, looking back towards the haunted house on Gray Street.
Then I grinned. “See you next Halloween, Ferris.” And I headed down the block for the bus, whistling “White Christmas.”