David in the Moonlight
By Pendragon
The drive back from Columbus to Cincinnati was about as boring as life can be. Twice a week for nearly ten years I made the 200-mile round trip through some of the flattest land in God's creation - mile after mile of corn fields occasionally interrupted by an Interstate exit to a little boring town.
On one October night I was about ready to call it quits. I'd had a long week that day - meeting after boring meeting, followed by a volunteer recognition dinner and yet another boring meeting. By 10 p.m. I was fried and faced the two-hours back home followed by another busy day.
I said my final, lingering goodbyes to the various volunteers and headed south on I-75. About 30 miles south of Columbus there's a rest stop - and I was ready! My 23rd cup of processed tea was about to interfere with my ability to stay on the road. At least my bursting bladder was keeping me awake.
I pulled into the rest stop and leapt from the car, heading right for the men's room. Pushing the door open I almost collided with a black-leather clad young lad, somewhat scruffy, with ear piercings and wild black hair. I started to unzip as I brushed past, muttering "'scuse me," and bolted for the urinal. There are few things in this life more satisfying than releasing a full-bladder piss under pressure. I leaned back and hunched my hips forward as the powerful stream hit the white porcelain.
A cough behind me, near the washroom sinks, surprised me and I turned my head to see my reflection in the mirror over the sink where the kid was trying to tame his wild hair. His eyes caught mine and he smiled - knowingly? - as his gaze darted to my backside, apparently trying to catch a glimpse of my spraying cock. I glanced down at my dick, which swelled slightly in spite of the steady stream, and I watched intently as I dribbled to a stop. I shook myself off, maybe a few times too many, and carefully tucked myself back into my khakis. Damn, I was getting hard and it showed.
I pulled my blazer across my front as much as possible and lurched for the sink, washing my hands as he continued to tease his unruly head. Sideways glances revealed a very slender, lithe body, long legs - he was about my height - and a tight ass encased in very tight black Levis. Yum. What appeared to be an impressive bulge in his crotch twitched as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Damn! He's hard, too.
I caught his eye in the mirror, watching me check him out. I grinned, blushed slightly, turned, dried my hands and bolted from the room. Confused, I didn't know whether to rush to the car and drive away or wait for him to come out. I dug into my pocket and pulled a handful of change. When in doubt, buy a drink. I punched the coins into the slot and pushed the button. Clunk, the plastic bottle hit the bin. I headed for the car. No hair guy yet.
As I backed out, he rushed out of the restroom, jumped in a junk car parked next to mine, and gunned the engine. I had briefly noticed the car when I went for my cosmic piss, but dismissed it immediately when I saw an enormous fat lady in the front passenger seat and two bratty looking kids in the back surrounded by packages. The fat lady was sound asleep; drool smudging the glass where her jowls squished against the dirty window. Yuck.
But cutie black hair got in the car with the sow and her piglets and streaked after me! As I sped up into the travel lane, he gunned the engine of the little car (no, it couldn't be a Gremlin!) and passed me, pulling alongside, nodding once, racing ahead only to tap his brakes twice and pull in right in front of me. Damn. I tapped my brakes to slow enough not to hit him as a semi roared past us, shaking both cars as it hurtled into the night.
Pulling right behind the truck, catching the wonderful vacuum as it swept by, I sped past the tiny car and it's untidy occupants. He grinned as I glanced at him in passing, nodded once, and then flicked his bright lights twice to signal me to pull ahead. I floored it, putting some distance between us, and coasted back to 65 on cruise control.
Over the next several minutes I watched the rear-view mirror as the struggling Gremlin tried to catch up. "What the hell," I said, "Give the kid a break. Let him catch you." I adjusted my speed to about 62 mph and leaned back, lighting a Winston with a sigh.
Out of nowhere he swooped around me, tapping his brakes and grinning wildly as he sped past. I didn't think Gremlins could go that fast. Two grimy, fat little faces grimaced at me from the back passenger window as he flew by. Ugh. The nut doesn't fall far from the tree, I thought, thinking that in a few years these two little girls would resemble the large, slumbering sow in front.
We tagged back and forth for the next 40 miles. It actually was sort of fun. I wondered what the kid was up to at 11 p.m. on a Thursday night heading south from Columbus. Suddenly he sped past me again, pulled in front a little too close, signaled once, and jetted off the exit, tapping his brakes wildly. A McDonald's sign loomed at the end of the exit and my overactive bladder admitted it was probably time to let loose again after the liter of Dr Pepper. I zipped behind him and found a spot in the parking lot. I saw the car, the fat lady still asleep and the fat roly-poly daughters rolling around in the back seat. But no hair boy.
I staggered inside, found the surprisingly large men's room empty, and stepped up for a much smaller but equally satisfying piss. I glanced around as I zipped up but the room was empty. I even peaked into a couple of stalls. I hadn't seen hair boy at the empty counter or in the empty dining area. Shaking my head, I dried my hands and walked out.
As I got into my car he raced out, jumped into the Gremlin, gunned the engine and tore around the parking lot to pause briefly in front of my car, tapping his brakes, then roared off heading into the nearby town. "What the fuck," I mumbled. "I should go home. But this is too intriguing to pass up."
We zigzagged along the two-lane highway, past sleepy farms and quiet houses, finally pulling into a tiny, all-night grocery store in the center of town. I pulled in behind him in the sparsely populated parking lot and waited. He extricated himself from the car, nodded once, then jammed his hands into his pockets and headed for the store. Now what? I got out and followed.
We met up in the back near the produce; he almost pounced on me from behind a display.
"Hey, what's happening, man?" he asked, his young voice cracking slightly. In the brighter store light I saw a cute face, surprisingly blemish-free, and intense black eyes framed by his wild hair.
"Not much. You?" I said, trying to be nonchalant, not certain this was going anywhere.
"Just cruisin' around, y'know?" he said.
"Yah. Same here. Who's the lady and kids?" I queried. Let's get down to facts here, I thought.
"Oh, that's my sister and her two kids. She's out of work and needed to go shopping. She doesn't have a car and I offered to drive," he explained, the words tumbling out of him. "I have an apartment in her upper flat. Her old man's an asshole, so I kinda take care of her, y'know?" I nodded. "But it doesn't give me much of a life of my own, y'know what I mean?" he said, wriggling his eyebrows up and down, then giving a very obvious and very bad wink.
I broke into an out-loud laugh, thinking about this sexy young guy tethered to his sow-like sister and her little piglets - when all the while he was obviously wishing for something much different. I flung my arm around his shoulder and gave him a squeeze. "Hey, man, you're doing something noble," I reassured. "Life is good and can always get better."
He stuck out his hand. "David."
"Mike," I responded, grasping his small, warm hand. His smile lit up his face.
"Hey, uh, Mike, do you wanna?" he whispered, looking around to make sure nobody heard.
"Wanna what?" I smirked.
"You know, kinda fool around a bit?"
"How old are you?" I asked.
"Twenty-two," he said. "I know I don't look it, but I graduated four years ago and I work here in town at the plant."
"OK. Where? Your place?"
He almost jumped into the air.
"Jeez! No," he said, a little too loudly. "My sister lives right below me," he whispered, almost as if he was afraid she would hear. "She'd know in an instant."
I wondered how that tub of lard would rouse herself enough to notice anything.
"So where can we go?" I asked, wondering if I should call home and say I was taking a motel room for the night, too tired to drive. But where is the nearest motel?
"I dunno, around, y'know? I can think of something," he said, not sounding very confident.
"Well, we can't do anything here," I offered. "And we don't want to drive back to McDonalds," I said, adding, "Hey, where did you go back there?"
"Oh, man, I was waiting for you in the handicapped stall around the corner," he whined. "I thought you, y'know, wanted to right there."
I gulped. I was getting a hardon right next to the lettuce. I turned and scrutinized an ugly bag of sick-looking iceberg and pondered our options. David shifted his weight, looking like a gazelle ready to race across a savannah.
"Sure," I said, smiling warmly. His shoulders slumped, and then he stood bolt upright.
"Really?" he squeaked. "Sweet!"
"Tell you what, David. You take your sister and kids home and meet me back in the parking lot in 15 minutes," I advised. "I won't be able to wait much longer."
He was already moving. "Fifteen. Gotcha." And he was gone.
I wandered the few disheveled aisles, feeling and looking lost while the clerk at the front eyeballed me suspiciously. She probably knew everyone in this Podunk town, and I wasn't one of them. I selected another Dr Pepper, two Milky Ways, and stopped at the counter. "Pack of Winston box, too, please." She gave me a tentative smile, took my cash, and handed me the flimsy plastic bag. "G'night," she intoned, turning to fuss with the coupons she had been counting.
I had just lit a Winston and cranked open the Dr Pepper when David screeched to a halt beside me, rolling down his window as he rolled to a stop.
"Well, that was fast," I said. "What did you do, dump them at the end of the driveway?"
"Noooooo," he guffawed. "We live right around the corner. C'mon, let's go."
He zipped from the parking lot and I followed as we weaved through the tiny streets, up and out of the old town, suddenly breaking out of a tree line next to an open field. We pulled into a small gravel parking lot about 100 feet off the road and he hopped out of his car.
As I stepped out, I was awed by the spectacular view. Below us the town glowed in the little valley; around us were open fields; to the right was a small pond with a little Victorian gazebo, and then some willowy woods. It was all lit by the luminescence of the full October moon dominating the night sky.
Our breath made little puffs of white in the air, but it was surprisingly warm for late October. The air was moist and rich and earthy. Some ducks quacked in the shallows of the pond as we walked toward the gazebo. We paused in the moonlit shade of the tiny open structure and he slid beside me, curling his arm around my back, as if we were longtime lovers out for a midnight stroll.
I could smell his warm scent as he turned to me and brushed his lips against mine. He shivered, the spasm rattling down his thin frame from his shoulders to his ankles. "Wow," was all he whispered.
He took my hand and pulled me around the bandstand and toward the woods. It was marshy soil and our feet squished as we walked, little twigs snapping and popping as we entered the tree line. We paused, allowing our eyes to adjust to the darkness, quickly picking out the shapes of bushes, undergrowth, and denser trees backlit by the moonlight.
"C'mon," he said, squeezing my hand and pulling me forward. We followed a twisting path, the soggy, frostbitten branches and leaves brushing our coats as he picked our way in the dark. The path opened into an alcove under a few large trees -- probably willows by the shape and size, with the drooping branches forming a perfect enclosure on all sides.
David turned to me and pressed his warm, lithe body into mine as my arms encircled his shivering frame. "Shhhh," I whispered into his ear as we ground ourselves together. We stood like that for some time, simply soaking in each other's warmth, savoring the feeling of two males bodies alone in the night.
I could feel his hardon against my leg as he ground his crotch back and forth on my thigh. My left leg was tucked between his and my stiff rod rubbed against his front as we stood kissing, drinking each other's breath in deep drafts, tongues flicking in and out, back and forth.
He groaned and reached for my crotch, fingers scrambling across my trousers for the zipper. I reciprocated by reaching down to cup his heavy, hot crotch in my upturned palm. Mmmmm. Nice package.
We maneuvered out of our belts and dropped our pants to thigh level -- it was a little too cold to get completely naked -- as we explored dripping cocks. I slid my index finger around the tip of his cock, making his knees buckle and shake. This boy was ready to pop.
He sank to his knees and grabbed my rod, pulling it down to meet his lips as he moved his head forward. He kissed the tip, and then licked it, catching my drizzling cock honey. Then he dove onto my cock -- scraping all the way with his teeth.
"Yow!" I gasped, pulling my shaft from his dripping mouth. "Watch your teeth, guy."
"Sorry," he whined. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm just kinda nervous, y'know?"
"It's OK. Just take it easy, a little at a time. There's no rush," I whispered as he swept his tongue and lips along my pulsing cock and slowly swallowed me. I knew he probably couldn't take all seven-plus inches, but he tried, gagging a few times, then trying again. The last thing I needed was a crotch full of puke, so I grabbed him under the arms and pulled him into another kiss.
His cock was bobbing up and down as our pricks dueled in the darkness. I reached behind him and grabbed his hairy cheeks, pulling them slightly apart and lifting toward me. He groaned into my mouth and pushed back with his hips.
I traced my middle fingers along his sweaty crack and he hunched back further, stopping the kiss, concentrating on the new feelings.
I slid down his front, licking his treasure trail, then sniffing along his prancing prick, licking the underside and moving lower to savor his sweaty, churning balls. There is nothing quite as exciting as the sweet smell of a young man's hormone-laced crotch. I inhaled deeply and licked again, all the while squeezing, kneading his sweet ass cheeks, dipping my fingers deeper into his musky crack, now slick with sweat.
He stood up and pushed me away, swooping down to untie his left sneaker, then dragged his pant leg down and off, exposing his whole lower body. His musk filled the night air as he turned, bent over, and presented me with his luscious backside. He reached around and spread both cheeks, waiting.
I was transfixed, seeing his tiny hole twitching in the moonlight, seeing his balls churning below. He shuffled his feet further apart and said over his shoulder, "Fuck me."
I touched his ass with my trembling fingers and slid them toward his hot hole. I touched the rosebud and he groaned, pushing back, hard.
I licked my fingers -- God! What a sweet smell and taste -- and inserted my right index finger just inside his furnace. He twitched, winced, then pushed out and back. I slid into the top knuckle. I almost shot right then and there.
"Fuck me. Now," he said, humping back and forth on my slippery finger.
I knew he was too tight to take all of me this way. I was too big; he was too tight and way too dry. No rubbers. No lube. Damn, why hadn't I gone for the motel room?
I stood and wrapped my arms around his front as I rubbed my dripping cock in and out of his crack, sliding forward to hit the back of his balls then slipping up to cruise through his crack to his lower back. I could have died right then.
We panted and ground our bodies into each other, wanting more. He reached down again, scrambling on the ground for his pants as I poked in and out of his backside. He found whatever it was he wanted and stood, turning to me and handing me a small tube. Chap stick.
"Are you sure this will work?" I gasped, continuing to gently hump him.
"Yep. I tried it once with a carrot," he said, and then paused, a little laugh escaping his throat. We chuckled at the absurdity of the moment. Then he turned, grabbed the tiny container, and smeared the greasy concoction onto his fingers.
Reaching behind, he jammed his fingers into his hole, grimacing at the pain. I wasn't so sure about this. Then he mashed some more in his palm and wrapped his hand around my throbbing dick, smearing the slippery stuff, paying attention to the tip. I almost shot off.
Suddenly he swirled around, grabbed my cock and impaled himself. "Ayyyeee!" he cried. "O shit, that hurts." I was stunned. Halfway into his hot, quivering ass, I stood frozen in my tracks, afraid to move for fear of hurting him or shooting my load.
We stood perfectly still as his ass muscles twitching around my prick. Then he moved slightly backward and forward, still too tight, still to dry, but enough to provide electrifying sensations for us both. We rocked together, each time taking just a little bit more, until I was nearly balls deep. I couldn't believe we had done it.
Neither could he, I guess. "Man, you are SO big!" he said, trying to push back some more. "I've never had anyone so big," he gasped, hunching back and forth. "O, wow, this hurts. . . but it feels sooooo good," he grunted hoarsely. He reached back and grabbed for my ass, trying to pull me forward into him. I leaned over him and wrapped my shaking hand around his rock-hard cock, slippery with precum and pulsing and pumping with raw lust. We were both close to shooting.
"I'm going to cum," I gasped, pulling out of him as he gave a little yelp. Turning side by side we grabbed our cocks and pounded -- once, twice, three times. Whoosh! Our cum exploded into the air at the same time, splattering on the dried leaves again and again. We held each other's quivering butts as we shot our loads into the night.
Suddenly, it was over. We came off our toes, breath punching out miniature storms of frosty breath. Our dying spunk gave off whisps of steam as it cooled on the forest floor.
We sank toward each other, resting heads on shoulders, gasping for breath, shivering in the sudden cold. As we regained strength, we crashed together for another kiss, warm, wet, not urgent but nevertheless passionate. We drowned in our drool and licked at lips, cheeks, eyes, ears, throat, and tongue -- bathing each other in a wonderful after-sex tongue bath.
"Wow," he said, looking down at our spent dicks. "That was awesome."
"Yeah, it was." My limp dick spit out a little glob and he leaned down and licked the tip, sending an electric bolt through my whole torso.
I gave his butt a little pat and said, "Time to go."
"I know. Wish it could last forever," he said with a little catch in his throat.
"I know." We paused looking at each other, not wanting this to end.
"Want to get a motel room for the night?" I asked. "Where's the nearest one? We could have another go in a warmer place."
"Oh, man, I'd love to," he whined. "But I gotta go to work at 3 this morning. That's only a few hours. I'm gonna die on the line as it is and I'd never make it if we did this again."
I reached down and tugged my soggy khakis up to my hips as he began dressing. I watched, once again transfixed, as he scooped his cock and balls into his palm, tucking the treasure into his pants. Damn fine equipment. Nice, sweet guy.
We walked back to the cars, cold now in the moonlight. The little town still glowed but with fewer lights. It was the middle of the night. It was past time for a warm bed and a few waning hours of sweet, dream-filled sleep.
We gave a quick hug as we paused by the back bumpers.
"Hey, how do I get out of here?" I asked, suddenly unsure I knew the way home.
"I'll take you back to the highway," he offered. "You'll never find your way there from here."
We hopped in our cars and headed off into the night. He signaled and waved as I hit the southbound ramp a few minutes later, catching a flash of his bright smile as I turned away.
I never saw David again -- although I would have enjoyed it. Every once in a while I'd stop in the sleepy little town on the way to or from Columbus, dropping into the little store for an unneeded snack or pack of smokes, hoping he'd pop in. But he didn't.
Throughout our lives we have singular, chance encounters with another being who remains forever etched in our memory. David's beautiful face will always glow with the light of a full October moon, his smile radiating as brilliantly as the celestial light. Good night, David. Sweet dreams.
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