from The Inferno BBS
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MOONFUCK - by Magicboy (based on a true story)
Part I - The Meeting
Mark had been cruising Route 3 in Massachusetts for hours, trying to decide just which one of the rest areas was the safest to stop in... or which one had one had the hottest prospects.
He was tooling around in his Ford pickup listening to his favorite country music station and figured he looked pretty damn good. At 24 he could turn a few heads even in the dark. Although he was tall (nearly 5'10") he was still predominately a bottom... and that meant he loved to get fucked up the ass. Didn't happen to often (damn why are men so timid he thought?) but when it did he practiced every precaution in the book and tried to give it up "sweetly" to whomever he was with at the time.
Mark had always loved to get fucked... since the days he first came out. He liked the feeling of being penetrated knowing that the tightness of his asshole drove men wild and made them shoot almost immediately. He only remembered those who had truly "ridden" him for awhile, and those men held a special place in his heart.
His first relationship had been with a kid he cared for in college. He was 21 and Ben had been 18. The sex was wild... a constant hardon when they were together... and each had fought to be the fuckee. Sadly Ben had gone on to make X-rated films in Hollywood and he'd lost touch with him. His small protege had gone on to BIGGER and better dicks he supposed.
Mark was not really exceptional looking. He had blonde hair (which was his most attractive physical feature) and was slim (from all the swimming he did) and tonight he was wearning his typical "come fuck me garb" - jeans, a black t-shirt, and Brooks Brother's sneakers he'd gotten on sale someplace. Underneath he wore new fresh Calvin Klein underwear and a hint of Bowling Green cologne and as he tooled around in the pickup he kept pinching his growing hardon and was growing more and more eager to shuck his clothes, get blown, or better still, fucked someplace.
As he headed up Route 3 North (the other rest areas had mostly older men in them) he stopped at the area just before the exit for Groton, Ma. The road forked off to the right a little and though it was dark (nearly 9 p.m. by his watch) he could see from the dim light of his headlamps that several cars had assembled in the area, all of them dark with no lights on, and he pulled up behind the one closest to the exit, quickly looked around and turned off the ignition and killed his lights.
This was always the exciting part to Mark, waiting, and hoping someone would either come up to his window and make smalltalk, or maybe getting out of the truck and nonchalantly walking over to the well used path that disappeared into the tress where if he waited long enough someone would join him. At times there were even guys waiting for him just inside the path, out of view of the road. They would have their dicks in their hand or some guy might be kneeling and blowing some kid... well, Mark remembered quite a few wild things he witnessed in there.
Tonight it was strangely quiet in the rest area though. It was a full moon and there was a light breeze and it wasn't long before Mark realized that the two cars in the rest area were deserted, which meant only one thing... action in the woods.
Mark opened his door, swung his feet down (not much of a drop as it was a small truck) and began to walk over to the trees. His feet had walked down that path many a night... so had many others... and the gravel path was well marked.
He was always nervous at first, especially as he neared the trees. Cops or bashers could always be lurking anywhere and as he passed by a tall tree before entering the hidden fuckarea he darted quickly behind it, looking around briefly to see two things; had he been followed and was it dark enough to take the remaining steps to the fuckarea... afterall he didn't want to appear too obvious and sometimes passing motorists jeered and honked there horns which killed the moment.
As he stood huddled in the cool night area (just a hint of his breath was forming in front of him... it was the first cool night of Fall in early September) he wished silently he could convince whoever might be in the fuckarea to leave with him and find a safer playarea than this one.
Noting for a brief moment that the traffic on the highway had died down he scampered over to the path and moved inward to the area beyond, pushing forward with his hands like a blindman trying to find his way. Just out of sight of his car, he turned left and stood silently letting his eyes adjust to the dancing shadows the moonlight was casting and noted that there were indeed two figures (their backs to him) in the darkness.
Mark slowly approached what he determined to be two men, one older and one younger with a baseball cap on.
"Hi guys... mind if I join you?" he said.
Wordlessly the men turned to Mark and the younger one began to fondle him through his jeans. (Well allright! he thought... this is more like it!) The older guy, who looked to be in his early 30's, was trying to get the kid's zipper down and not having much success. The baseball kid looked cute to Mark, who could just see his boyish face in the light the moon cast down upon the three of them, all now highly aroused.
"Either of you like to fuck?" Mark said.
The younger one grunted something inaudibly and the older guy said, "Yeah, I do... you got protection?"
"No, but I do in my truck if you guys want to wait a minute" Mark said.
The baseball kid appeared nervous and began to zip his fly (which the older one had finally lowered exposing a small boyish cock.)
"Wait, don't get nervous kid... He can fuck me and you can watch" Mark said.
"Na... I'm going to get going... gotta get home" the kid said and very quickly left the scene.
Embarrassed Mark turned to the older guy and said, "Gee, I'm sorry I guess I should have left you both alone." Mark noted the remaining man had dark thinning hair and that he looked somewhat Italian. He had a well kept moustache and large muscular arms and was wearing a leather biker vest.
"No, don't worry about it... he was sort of strange anyway" the guy responded.
While holding out his hand, he added, "My name is Paul... you have a place around here?"
"Well not really... how brave are you?" Mark said hesitantly.
Paul said, "How brave am I, what do you mean?"
"Well, I know this place not far away where we can really go at it without being disturbed. Can you fuck a long time?" Mark said.
"Yeah I can... let's get going" Paul put his hand on Mark's shoulder and as the two men walked toward their cars Mark gave him directions to a secret spot.
NOTE: For obvious reasons the author of this tale has chosen to keep the exact location of Paul and Mark's subsequent tryst a secret.
Part II - The Moon, A Rock, and A Hard Cock!
Both Mark and Paul had parked their cars as inconspicuously as possible and avoided looking at one another as they found their way into the woods behind the very public restaurant.
Mark knew inwardly that Paul was gutsy and bold, just like he was, because as he had related the details of the location they were in, Paul hadn't flinched and he didn't seem scared at all. He'd just said, "I don't care where we go, just so long as you give it up like you said!"
Mark met Paul behind a clump of trees and crouched down to see if they had been followed. He had only recently staked out this area for future use and was not too sure what it was like at night.
"Come on... I was here earlier today... we're safe" he said to Paul who followed him as he made his way through the trees and by a long rockfence.
Mark was not so sure they were completely safe or not, but he wanted to sound reassuring. He wanted to get fucked so badly he would have done it right there, but he had some sense and pressed on.
Pushing aside some long branches and stepping up onto the rock fence, Mark pointed down to a large open field and said, "That's where we're going pretty neat huh?"
Paul just smiled broadly and grabbed Mark's ass roughly.
"Well, get going" he said, "Lead the way kid."
When Paul had grabbed him roughly it had sent an electric charge right through him and he practically hopped down the small sandy incline to the field, which stretched out widely before them. Paul followed closely behind Mark, who stopped to take off his shoe to remove the sand in it. He came up behind Mark, wrapped an arm around him, pulled him close and bit his earlobe, nearly knocking him off balance as he stood one shoe in hand, exposing a white tubed-sock foot in the darkness (oh he loved being naked with nothing on but clean white athletic socks).
Mark pulled away and playfully said, "Wo, wait a minute... not here... are you crazy... lets get out of sight first." He put his sneaker back on, tied it quickly, grabbed Paul's hand for a brief moment and pulled him in the direction of the right part of the field and nearly skipped over its length.
Mark felt like a kid at play in the darkness and was perfectly at ease with the horny Paul, who tagged along after him. Both men were clearly enjoying the anticipation of what would follow and the cool night area, the full moon, and the locale heightened their senses.
Mark stopped short suddenly and so did Paul as some type of bird fluttered away that had been in front of them. He laughed suddenly as Paul caught up to him.
"Just a bird" Paul said reassuringly and pointed onward sayin, "Ok, come on... find a spot loverboy"
Now Mark had only been as far as the stonewall in the past and he didn't want to let on that he was trodding unfamiliar territory, so he confidently walked in the direction toward the right of the rocky brushy-terrained field and smiled gleefully when he noticed a path that opened up before him (like some sort of Yellow Brick Road from OZ.)
Mark walked carefully down this new path and couldn't believe his luck when he found a large white rock off to the side.
Paul approached him and said, "You've done this sort of thing before?"
"No really, I haven't... isn't it great though" Mark said gleefully feeling the smooth round rock that was just big enough to comfortably lean over.
Paul approached him and began to feel him up as Mark leaned forward and kissed and sucked his neck seductively.
"Well, you are a feisty one... aren't you?" Paul said. Mark pursed his lips, drew a finger to his mouth and indicated that the scene should from then on be a silent one... Paul agreed silently.
Mark felt himself quiver as Paul fondled him and roughly lifted his shirt out of his jeans and began to force his hands into his Calvins not even bothering to unbuckle them first.
Mark couldn't help noticing the intensity with which Paul now wanted him and knew that the anticipation of the moment had grown intolerable to Paul so he stepped aside from the now perplexed Paul and slowly took off his clothes.
First he undid the Brooks Brother sneakers and laid them aside. Next he lifted each leg and took off the white athletic socks (tonight he wanted to feel truly naked and feel the dirt between his toes as he was fucked) which he placed neatly in the insides of the sneakers.
Paul had his dick out and was stroking it forcefully, breathing heavy and from time to time as he appraised him was saying, "O Man, all right... yeah!"
Paul was on fire with desire. The crisp night air, just warm enough for nudity, made him burn with passion for Paul, the stud he had selected for the night and he was eager to give his ass to him.
Paul unzipped his fly and pulled his jeans down and stepped out of them, first bending over to place them in the pile had started (giving Paul a full view of his white-briefed ass which caused the now fully erect man to groan quite audibly) but decided to place the jeans over the rock instead.
"Ummmm" Paul said feverishly working his cock to a frenzy now.
Paul, beginning to think the guy would cum off before he'd finished, quickly shucked his underwear and placed it on the pile of removed items. Leaning over his jeans and straddling the cool white rock, Mark knew that he looked like quite a prize.
Up to now everything he'd experienced sexually had been tame... but here as he waited for Paul to manuever behind him and between his buttcheeks, and as he turned his face to the rock, to present a more flatly arranged fuck, he knew that it would be the greatest sexual thrill he'd ever had.
To be naked, bent over a rock, under the full moon, on a path which anyone could traverse at any moment (or so he imagined!) - well it was an unbelievable thrill to him.
Paul stroked his cock behind Mark and fondled the boy's cheeks with his free hand. Reaching into his pocket he took out the condom Mark had provided him earlier (Gold Circle Coin) and unrolled it over his cock. He then took out a small contraceptive insert (with nonoxynol-9) and inserted it with his finger into Mark's tight boyhole.
Mark squirmed as he felt the insert slide into him. He knew that in a few moments the insert would dissolve foamlessly and provide more lubricant and protection than the condom offered. He wiggled his ass from side to side and felt Paul manuever a finger inside his now filled rectum.
It was such a great feeling, knowing he was about to give his ass to the sexey man behind him, who had a fairly long and thick cock (which Mark had felt earlier through his jeans.)
Time seemed suspended for a moment and then Paul shifted on his legs, dropped his jeans to his ankles, and leaned forward, letting the tips of his leather vest just touch Paul's asscheeks and back.
"Go slow first... then let me have it" Mark said.
Paul complied, pushing first the condomtipped head of his penis inside Mark's hungry hole ever so gently, allowing him to adjust to its girth, but continuing to press forward slowly by surely.
"Arrgh... " Mike said, his hands roughly and sightlessly grabbing the smooth sides of the velvety rock, the alter upon which he had laid his offering, his smooth hungry ass.
Paul did not stop but pressed inwardly and with more intensity until Mark knew that he had at last been fully penetrated... wondering if and hoping that the insert had dissolved... laughing inwardly that if it hadn't it was now forced quite far up his rectum.
Paul was now laying nearly on top of Mark, who responded by pushing back on the fully engorged cock inside him.
"Ride me." Mark said with obvious strain in his voice.
Paul pushed himself up, grunting a few times as he enjoyed rubbing Mark's smooth buttcheeks, and feeling his hot cock embedded in the boy's ass.
He pulled out slightly and began to slam into Mark, who rode his cock expertly. First he would pull out and then he would slam forward driving all of his 8 inches up the kid's ass, enjoying the subsequent grunt he forced from Mark's throat.
Mark felt used and he enjoyed the sensation. He braced for each downward fuck and sucked with his sphincter muscles as Paul continually withdrew. They fucked in this manner for close to 15 minutes. Occasionally, Paul grabbed at Mark's boyish lovehandles and dug his fingers into him.
Mark gave his ass "sweetly" without complaint to the nearly silent stud who was riding him and driving him to higher and higher planes of pain and fucking ecstasy. He was enjoying being Paul's conquest and fantasied that they were being observed... wishing that many men were watching him being taken this way.
Paul pulled out and pushed in, pulled out and pushed in, back and forth, back and forth... uh, yeah... uhhhhhhh. At last with one forceful thrust he sank his dick deep inside Mark's boyish buns and said aloud, "O fuck... I'm coming... OOOOOO, FUCK... I'm blowing my creamy load up your fucking asshole kid... you're my my private fuckslave... OOOOO... yeah."
Unaccumstumed to men so sexy and verbal, Mark responded by clenching his buttcheeks tightly milking Paul's last ounce of jism, which exploded from the tip of his embedded cock.
Mark had wanted it to last for hours... but he was still satisfied. Noone was able to ride him like this man had.
After a frustrating search (one that always seemed endless) he'd found his man... a real stud at that.
Under the moon, in a field, over a rock, he'd been fucked! He had given it up safely again.
The night had been a rousing success.