"Oh you know I'll be bringin' some bottles!" Isaac laughed.
"Nice, I'll see you soon then man."
With this, the call ended and the metal music started up once again. Isaac pulled off the freeway, slowing down slightly despite the fact that he would rather do well over the speed limit if he could. He looked at his digital clock on the dash and noted that he still had a couple hours before he needed to head over to Josh's. After several side streets, Isaac pulled up to his apartment complex and parked right in front of his building; even though it was early the parking lot was still fairly empty due to everyone out partying or trick-or-treating. Turning off the car, the young man hopped out and headed into his building, a skip clear in his step.
Isaac threw open the door to this apartment, waltzed in, and slammed it behind him. Kicking off his work shoes of the non-slip variety, he threw his keys onto a small table next to the entrance and walked into the living room. He began to undress as he walked through the room, tossing his clothes wherever he pleased. Isaac did make sure to toss his phone on the couch, though, so he wouldn't forget it before he left. Reaching the bedroom, he slipped out of his jeans, nearly tripping in his haste, and kicked them to the side. Regardless of how busy work was, he always ended up greasy and smelling like bacon, so a shower was always required as soon as he got home. As he took off his boxers, he looked at the Halloween outfit he had laid out on his bed this morning and smiled to himself; tonight would be fun.
Walking into his bedroom-connected bathroom, he flipped both switches on the wall, turning on the light and the fan. Isaac walked over to the shower, reached in, and turned the water on. He stepped back and walked to the mirror, knowing it would take a few minutes for the water to heat up to the temperature he wanted. Starting at himself in the mirror, he ran a hand over his dark, black beard, giving it a good feel. Isaac grabbed the electric razor next to the sink and gave his beard a once over, making sure it was nice and trimmed for the party. He used the razor on the edges of his similarly dark, black hair, giving it the slightest touch up. Leaning over and staring at his own reflection in the mirror once more, his brown eyes staring back at themselves, he double-checked his appearance once more. Satisfied with the trim he gave himself, he stood up straight and walked to the shower.
Stepping into the hot water, Isaac gave a small moan of appreciation at the warmth that overtook his body. He grabbed the shampoo off the side of the tub and squirted some into his hands. As he began to lather his hair, he thought of the party tonight. Plain and simple, Isaac was looking to get laid. Thanks to the ease that social media made in planning a party, Isaac had a good look at everyone who was planning to show up, and it looked like there would be plenty of ladies he didn't know; something that was expected from his friend group. As he rinsed his hair in the water, suds of soap and trickles of water streaming down his face, he snickered to himself; he had quite the reputation in his social circle.
Isaac moved on to soaping himself up with body wash. He always had to be extra thorough here as he was quite the hairy guy. The hair on his chest and arms especially seemed to trap sweat and smells, so he made sure to give them an extra scrub for tonight. His genitals also got a good scrubbing - he couldn't be smelling bad down south for the night's festivities. Isaac dumped some conditioner in his hair and rubbed it in before grabbing a washcloth and bringing it to his face. Much like his body, the hair on his face was thick, so they also needed an involved cleaning. Isaac also made sure to get around his larger, pointed nose - it always seemed to get grime on it when he worked. Standing under the water for a few more minutes to get fully un-soaped, Isaac relished his last few moments of true warmth.
Turning off the water, Isaac stepped out of the shower and grabbed the two towels that hung on the rack. Throwing one onto his head, he wrapped the other around his waist. Isaac walked to the sink once again and started to brush his teeth as he inspected himself in the mirror. He grimaced to himself around his toothbrush as he noted he was getting a bit flabby: too much snacking on the job while he was cooking. Making a mental note to hit the gym more often after work, he rinsed his mouth out and walked out of the bathroom, grabbing his deodorant as he went.
After applying it to his underarms, he threw it onto his bed along with the now-wet towels. While normally he would go into his bedroom closet to get dressed for going out, he had everything he needed laid out on his bed already. Lying on the bed was his costume for tonight, one he had picked out carefully. It was actually a cheap, mass-produced costume but one he had made special modifications too. The outfit lying on his bed was one of a stereotypical "snake charmer" getup. A turban-esque hat that was easy to put on sat on top of the ensemble, followed by a baggy red shirt and a tan open-chested kind of jacket. Below that was a pair of baggy brown cloth pants, and a pair of cheap tan sandals. The so-called-joke of the costume was that a green cloth snake hung out of the crotch - hence the "snake charmer" theme. Isaac wouldn't have worn such a dumb, offensive costume if it wasn't something vaguely from his own cultural background, and for what he had planned for it.
The modification that Isaac had made to it concerned the snake coming from the crotch. Before his altering, the snake had hung down 7, maybe 8 inches, and was on the thin side; it looked like something akin to a garden snake. It was also a pretty flimsy material, owing no doubt to its mass-produced nature. Now, the snake looked more like an anaconda. It hung down more than a foot and a half, and was thicker than a can of pop. Isaac had also prettied it up a bit, and gave it a more menacing looking head by adding non-googly prop eyes and some fake teeth to the mouth. It looked pretty good if he did say so himself; pretty good and pretty functional.
The reason Isaac had made the snake bigger, besides just to add some flare to the fairly lame costume, was for a more perverse reason. See, Isaac took the joke of the costume to heart and had modified the fake snake to better fit his own flesh and blood "snake". Isaac had, as far as he knew, the biggest penis ever. Even flaccid it hung down to his knees and was thicker than his wrist all the way down to head, which flared out slightly thicker than the rest of it. Isaac was also happy that the pants that came with the costume were very baggy, because his balls were of a similar league to his dick; they looked like softballs resting in their huge sack. Fitting them into a normal pair of pants was already a chore, and involved a lot of careful tucking and wrapping, so not having to worry about that tonight was a nice change.
Isaac smiled to himself as he started to get changed. He put the red shirt on first, noting that it was also pretty baggy itself. He grabbed the pants and started to pull them up his legs, but stopped right as they came under the root of his swaying, limp shaft. This would be the moment of truth. Sitting on the bed, tucking the back of the pants under his round butt, he grabbed the fake snake and held it out. Using his other hand, he reached out, grabbed his penis just under the head and brought it towards himself. His cock coiled as he did this until it was bunched up around his groin. Holding both snakes in his hands, he carefully aimed his glans at the hole of the pants where the snake started and began to insert it into the opening. To his relief, it fit, albeit a bit snuggly. While it did take several minutes, Isaac managed to get all his cock into the cloth snake, his head resting right below the head of the fake reptile. Success.
Standing up, Isaac quickly threw on the rest of the garb. It also came with a cheap plastic bead necklace, which he put around his neck, and plastic fake instrument for "charming." Isaac had taken the initiative to modify this little piece as well, and it now operated as a mostly-functional flask. Isaac placed the hat on his head to finish the ensemble and walked over the full-length mirror that leaned up against the wall opposite his bed. Studying himself, he looked, well, dumb, but that was kind of the point. He did give a satisfying glance at his crotch, noting that the snake covered his appendage perfectly. No one would be any the wiser at the party. Smiling at himself once more, he walked out of the room.
Now that he was back in the living room, he walked over to the couch where he had thrown his phone and checked the time: he still had about an hour before the party officially began. He might as well head over early. Shooting off a couple texts, he walked over to the kitchen. Isaac grabbed a paper shopping bag from under his sink and started to load it with some alcohol and mixers from his fridge. A bottle of vodka here, a 6-pack of beer there; top it off with a 2 liter of clear soda and you had yourself a good time. Once the bag was nice and full he headed to the entrance, grabbed his keys and wallet from their table, and walked out of his apartment.
