Date: Fri, 19 Dec 2003 14:22:01 -0800 (PST)
From: Pendragon <pendragon03301@yahoo.com>
Subject: David in the Moonlight

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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