The champion soccer player for the night, all decked out in his silks and his team-color knee-high socks, left his basement apartment in the old row house and strutted down St. Phillip and across Basin Street and North Rampart, into New Orleans' French Quarter. He held his head high, his chest out, his tight butt tucked in, and his basket thrusting out in front of him. He earned most of his money in porn movies now over in the second-floor walkup studio on Burgundy, and because of this, he'd been invited to the Halloween filmfest at the gay porno movie house just inside the Quarter on Barracks. He would have devised a more complex costume for the party, but he felt tense and hyper tonight. He knew what he needed; he needed a blow job, and he'd dressed for ready access in the steamy dark theater. He also needed to do some work on what new twist he’d put into the movie they were doing next Tuesday night, so he'd probably stay in the theater after being sucked off and collect his thoughts and not drift into the party room.

He spent most of his time at the gym, building his body to perfection. He was one ripped dude; hard as steel everywhere. So hard that his veins had nowhere to go other than to pop out on his body and flow across it. He liked that. All men of steel had that. He’d worked hard to get here. Big veins, pumping rich blood throughout a young, virile body.

The bodybuilder entered the theater and sat in one of the back rows, away from the doors. He knew it wouldn’t be long now. He’d seen the movie they were showing already and thought it was a bit pedestrian, but it was a costume piece in keeping with the Halloween theme of the evening. That’s probably why it was being shown. Happily, it was nearly finished—the one guy, some sort of big muscle Mongol invader, was yelling loud as he thrust his man sword into the ass of some hapless peasant, whose village was burning around him. The bodybuilder hoped the next one would be more interesting. He also hoped it wouldn’t be long until some dude with a talented mouth showed up to relieve this pain in his nuts.

He looked around the dimly lit theatre. Everyone was in costume; they had to be to get into the place tonight. Most had a sameness to them, however. They either were dressed in rags as flood victims, which he thought was a bit tasteless, or they were cowboys in various stages of undress, which he thought lacked imagination in view of a recent major movie with a gay cowboy theme. Some of the cowpokes were pretty hot, however, and he hoped one of those would sit down beside him.

This was not to be, however. It wasn’t long before a middle-aged man draped in a black cape sat in the seat next to the bodybuilder. The bodybuilder looked over at him in the dim light. He obviously was decked out as some sort of ghoul of the night. At least the costume was different from most of the rest. Not the greatest of catches, with that craggy face, but it probably had been handsome once, and there was something about the eyes. The way he was wrapped in the cape, though, suggested a beer belly and a tiny penis. Oh, well, he was only here for a soft mouth and a deep throat