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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.

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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.

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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.