‘You have a talent for pumpkin carving,’ he said, eyeing my display. ‘Outstanding attention to detail. What’s your secret?’
‘If you want to find out, shout ‘pumpkin!’ three times when you cum,’ I laughed.
‘You’re weird!’
‘I hear that a lot. So, are we going to fuck then?’
‘What do you think?’
‘Don’t forget to say pumpkin,’ I reminded him just before climax. And so, shooting his load, he did just that. In a flash, he turned into a pumpkin, his final ecstasy captured with perfection.
I picked him up and placed him on display along with the others.
