The haunted house itself wasn't anything spectacular, but Harold was there every night it was open. He had discovered the secret, you see. The pumpkin.

A jack-o-lantern coming off the wall with a wide, grinning mouth. All Harold had to do was stick his cock into the mouth and enjoy the best blowjob of his life.

It could have been anyone, but he didn't care so long as they kept sucking. Some nights, the technique was fast and sloppy; others slow and measured.

Different mouths?

Who cares?

Harold came and went. But he would be back tomorrow night.