30 Nights of Terror Halloween party

( how was i going to say anything new about this ?)

Arbogast puffed a Lucky and watched the long legged young man walk up the steps to the Charles Addams house he called home. Jeez, the kid moves all regal like goddam Miss America. Something stirred in Arbogast's suit pants. Young master Bates was a swish! Master Bates. Arbo, you drove right into that one with your bright lights on. Neiman or Norman - yeah Norman said he still changed the sheets weekly. Did Norman take the sheets, as his colored buddy Miss Otisia put it?
Arbo, you're due for some action. That swabbie in San Diego was two weeks ago and he wouldn't go all the way. Don't brown me, he'd whined. I ain't Betty Crocker, kid, he'd said. I want to fuck you, not fry you.
Norman was a pretty thing. You could tell he was confused. He'd never stick his wick in that gash Marion Crane but he'd be suskeptical to her charms. All women had a mantrap between their legs
but Norman hadn't gotten his pecker caught yet. He was a v-i-r-g-i-n. It'd take a lot of spit and persuasion to get in but what a sweet ride. Arbo set the scene. He'd hide in the shower while Norman changed the sheets, getting an eyeful of Norm's sweet ass as he bent over. Arbo springs out of the bathroom and chloroforms Norman. He pulls down his jeans and applies a huge gob of Vaseline to his schvontze and the kid's pretty pink rose. oo la la. The chloroform was only to expedite the fucking. Otherwise Arbo would have to dress up as a broad to catch Norman's eye.