corn horror

Whitney parked his truck at the edge of the cornfield and pulled the keys from the ignition. Then he sat there and waited a moment before spotting the others climbing out of Chloe’s small car. Clark stood up and stretched his arms above his head, his blue t-shirt rising a bit, revealing toned stomach. Whitney smiled and went to join them.

“Hey, guys,” he said, coming up behind them. Good, he sounded casual. Not horny.

Chloe grinned up at him. “Hey yourself.” She looked around at the crowd of parents with young children dressed up in costumes and teenagers she recognized from school. “Lots of people out tonight.”

“It’s Halloween,” Lana said, smiling. “Going through a corn maze in the dark is perfectly scary. Are you guys ready to go?”

“Sure. Uh, why don’t you two go on ahead and we’ll catch up?” Clark suggested, zipping up his jacket.

Chloe patted his arm. “Nice try at being smooth, Clark. Come on, Lana. Let’s give the lovebirds some time alone.”

Clark blushed a little and coughed. Whitney laughed and tucked his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

“Your parents around?” Whitney asked.

“They’re working the party at the end of the maze. Mom brought homemade pumpkin pies and cookies.”

“Sounds good. Wanna get started?”

Clark raised a brow. “That sounds promising.”

Whitney nudged him in the arm. “Let’s get lost, Clark.”

The corn maze was a special treat that only happened around Halloween. It took up 6 acres, with plenty of twists and turns to make anyone lost during the day. At night, it was even more complicated. On Halloween night, the owners of the maze threw a huge party, situated at the exit. Everyone tried to get to it as fast as possible, but not Clark and Whitney. They wanted to take their time.

The corn was tall and thick. Whitney couldn’t see through it, and with only the moon lighting the way, he couldn’t help but feel a small thrill of fear slip up his back. He unconsciously reached for Clark’s hand, slipping his fingers into Clark’s warm grasp.

“You scared?” Clark whispered.

“Of course not.”

“I think you’re lying.”

They turned came to a small open patch in the corn and were faced with three different paths to take. Left, right, or straight ahead.

Clark turned left, Whitney following. They passed several groups of people and Whitney pulled his hand back.

“Too crowded,” he whispered. “No privacy.”

Clark x-rayed the rows of corn and broke into a grin. “Follow me,” he said, tilting his head.

Whitney stayed close to Clark as they moved through the maze. After a few minutes, Clark slowed down. They were somewhere in the middle, that much Whitney knew, and at the moment, there was no one else around, although he could hear nervous giggling somewhere behind them.

“Here we are,” Clark said softly, pulling Whitney against him.

“It’s a dead end,” Whitney said. “What if someone turns this way and finds us?”

“I can fix that.”

Whitney stepped back and blinked rapidly, trying to see Clark as he used superspeed and strength to lift stalks of corn from several rows and move them. Within seconds, they were blocked into their little corner of the maze. Clark had made it so no one could stumble upon them, or even see them.

“Wow, that’s pretty good,” Whitney said, an appreciative note in his voice. “Now come here.”

Clark made a low growling noise in his throat and went into Whitney’s arms.

“Have I ever told you how much I hate that jacket?” Clark asked, tugging at the zipper of Whitney’s varsity jacket.

“You do?”

“Yes. Especially when it’s on you.”

Whitney grinned and shrugged out of it.

“And that shirt,” Clark said, clucking his tongue. “Did you dress in the dark?”

Whitney laughed as Clark unbuttoned it and pulled it off. Whitney was amazed at how warm Clark’s hands were on his bare skin. Hot fingers trailed up and down his chest, his stomach, teasing him and making tiny beads of sweat form. Eventually, Clark worked his way down to the zipper on Whitney’s jeans.

“This isn’t fair,” Whitney gasped.

“What’s not fair?”

“You’re still fully dressed.”

Clark paused. “So why don’t you do something about it?”

“Since when did you become so bossy?”

“Since I’m horny as hell and want to fuck you now.”

Whitney reached down and grinned. “Holy shit, you’re hard.”

Whitney stripped Clark of his clothes, and Clark finished by taking off Whitney’s jeans and underwear.

“I forgot a blanket, sorry,” Clark said softly, lying down on the ground. “We can use my coat though.”

“It doesn’t matter. The ground’s soft. Now shut up and kiss me.”

It was a battle of tongues as Whitney and Clark fought for control. Soon they were rolling around on the ground, a tangle of arms and legs and wandering mouths. Finally, Whitney got the upper hand by hooking his leg around Clark’s and flipping him onto his back. With Whitney on top, he followed the ridges of Clark’s ribs with his tongue, nibbling and sucking until Clark was gasping.

When Whitney’s lips closed around Clark’s cock, Clark let out a satisfied groan and squeezed his eyes shut. He was so close to climax, his toes were curling, and he could feel the intense heat low in his belly. He forced himself to open his eyes. This was something he loved, seeing the concentration and pleasure on Whitney’s face as he brought Clark to the edge.

Clark opened his eyes to focus on Whitney and let out a terrified cry.

“Mom!” Clark cried, scrambling to a sitting position. He jerked up so fast that Whitney’s teeth scraped him. He ignored the pain and grabbed for his clothes.

Whitney fell onto his back, his hand over his mouth. He wanted to die, right now.

Some of the cornstalks had fallen over, and Martha stood in the opening. She was completely still, her eyes unblinking. Whitney feared his face would burst into flames if it got any hotter. He was completely naked, lying in the middle of a cornfield, with her naked son, and only seconds before, giving her naked son a blowjob.

He thought he should reach for his clothes, or at least his pants so he could cover up. But he was frozen to the spot. His limbs wouldn’t move.

“Your father and I were wondering where you were,” Martha said, her voice emotionless. “I came out to find you.”

Clark swallowed so hard, Whitney could hear it. “Yeah, uh, we were, uh, um...”

“I’ll see you at the party,” his mother said. Then she turned on her heel and left.

Neither of them moved until they couldn’t hear her footsteps anymore. Then Clark collapsed on the ground beside Whitney.

“This is my nightmare,” Clark whispered, burying his face in his t-shirt.

“I’ve never been so scared in my entire life,” Whitney said. “Omigod, I’ll never be able to look your mother in the eye again.”

“You? What about me? I’m so dead. What if she tells my dad?”

“Then I’m dead.”

They dressed quickly and hurried towards the end of the maze. Clark knew exactly which way to go, and Whitney struggled to keep up. When they reached the party, they tried to act natural. Whitney’s hands were shaking as he accepted a cup of pumpkin cider from Martha.

“Mrs. Kent, I, I,” Whitney stammered. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to apologize. I’m sorry I was sucking your son? I’m sorry you caught us? Neither sounded right, so he just remained quiet.

Martha Kent just nodded and moved on.

Whitney sighed and decided to simply chalk this up as the most horrifying Halloween ever.

~end