The memory of this party could haunt him forever ... Dragged along to a haunted house by his mates, Sam’s at the Halloween party from hell -- the guy he fancied has turned out to be a bigot, and Sam has just outed himself to his whole football team. Escaping to the garden, he meets James, an enigmatic stranger with a mischievous smile, and the evening soon takes a turn for the better. The night may be chilly but the heat between Sam and James is hotter than Hades. But James has a role to play in the evening’s ghostly entertainment, and it’s a story with a deadly ending. Unless Sam can change the script and stop history repeating itself, “till death do us part” will come sooner than he thinks.

Trick or Treat

Well, maybe not just from the cold. Sam could finally see the point of those loose-fitting trousers, as James had to be a damned sight more comfortable in those with a hard-on than Sam had been in his jeans.


He’d look a hell of a lot better with them off, though. Sam managed not to fumble too much as he unfastened them and pushed them down, taking the underpants down, too. James’s cock was long and slender and fit into Sam’s hand like it had been made to order. Sam worked it once, twice.


Sam complied, jerking him off roughly. James gasped, head thrown back.


“Tell me when you’re close—wait a minute.” Sam realized he’d have a job getting a condom on with a handful of spunk. Fumbling in his back pocket again, he pulled out a foil packet and ripped it open with shaky fingers.


“Bastard,” James complained weakly. He didn’t touch himself though. Sam liked that.


Sam pushed down his briefs further, and rolled the condom on quickly. “Right. Ready to go.”


Chapter 3