Date: Sun, 9 Feb 2020 15:57:09 -0800
From: Rebel Holiday <r3b3lholiday@gmail.com>
Subject: Mooning Over You

Mooning Over You
By: Rebel Holiday

Written by: Rebel Holiday (r3b3lholiday@gmail.com)

Audio Version Available Here: Patreon.com/RebelHoliday


I met Marty in High School. He was a freshman and in band. I was a senior
and in theater. He was a nice cute chubby little kid. Our paths crossed a
few times when band would act as orchestra for our shows.  I wouldn't say
we were friends, but we did say hi to each other once in awhile and we were
always friendly.

When I left for college, Marty was one of the few people from High School
that I stayed in touch with. He would always find himself calling me for
advice. It made my college life feel less stressful knowing that my
experiences just might help Marty in the future for whenever he decided to
go to college.

I was a little surprised when Marty called me to hang out one Summer
night. I was visiting home from College and he wanted to see me.

I thought it would be nice to reconnect with an old friend. At that time,
the last time I saw him, he was fifteen. Now he was 18, and I was excited
to hear in person how life was going for him.

I barely recognized him when I greeted him at my front door. Marty was no
longer that little chubby kid I knew in High School. Now he towered over me
at 6'5. His face was now chiseled. His body more muscular. He now smiled
with new found confidence.

"Hi Ed." He said.

"Marty?"

"Yeah it's me." He looked confused, unaware of how much he has changed in
my eyes.

"You look really different." I told him.

"So do you small fry" he said to me, lightly punching me on my shoulder.
He'll notice that I'm now shorter than him, but he won't recognize that now
he looks like a Greek God?

He took me to the beach that night. We took a stroll on the boardwalk. Side
by side I could really see how tall he had gotten. My face went up to his
chest.

"Do you still do shows?" he asked me.

"Yeah. I still do shows. Are you still in band?"

"No." He answered. "I started taking up wrestling"

I couldn't help but take a look at his beefy body when he said that. Even
under his hoody and those jeans, I could see how muscular he had gotten
since High School.

"Well you certainly have the body for wrestling." I said.

"At first I didn't." He said. His eyes softening up a little. "They said I
was too heavy, and I had to lose a lot of weight to join the team."

"I noticed." I said "You look great. But I have to say, I think you look
good in any shape."

And I really meant that. I noticed at that moment, fat or thin, tall or
short, Marty was a very good looking guy. He had this smile that always
felt genuine and his body to me was always beautiful.

He stood behind me and put his arms around my shoulders. It felt nice and
warm. My tiny body could feel his cock in the small of my back.

"You're getting a little close there." I warned.

He lowered his face to my ear. "Is it okay to be this close?" He asked,
breathing down my neck.

"It is." I said, holding him closer. We stayed like this for awhile. Taking
in the warmth of our embrace. Listening to the sound of the waves.

As the night went on, we decided to sit in the sand and talk some more. He
got this big blanket out of his car and we found a nice secluded spot
behind some rocks where we could just sit and talk. He laid the blanket
down on the sand and we sat side by side. He put his hand on mine. I looked
at Marty. He was smiling at me.

"Marty, do you like me?" I asked.

"Yes." He said.

"Since when?" I asked, confused.

"Since I first saw you in that production of Grease." he responded. "You
played Roger."

"Oh yes. The mooning champion of Rydell High." I said with such sarcastic
pride.

"Yeah." he giddily responded. "I was excited because I thought you were the
hottest guy in the cast. I also thought you were going to show your bare
butt." He was referring to a scene in Grease where I was supposed to moon
the school. Marty might've been the size of superman, but had the attitude
of a Jimmy Olsen. It made me feel giddy . I was really starting to love
that combination of he-man and school boy.

"I wanted to show my ass." I said. "But the director wanted to keep it
family friendly."

Marty laughed. "What a dumbass."

"I liked you too." I said.

"Such a liar." he said. And he was right. I barely noticed him when we were
in High School. But I wanted to be nice. I was also finding myself getting
highly attracted to him at this moment. He wasn't a kid anymore. He was a
man. "You just like me now because I'm skinny."

I was a little offended. I may have been lying about something, but "That's
not true." I said. "I would like you even if you were still fat."

"Oh yeah right." he laughed in disbelief. "I heard about the guys you've
been hooking up with. Little twinks and muscle tricks."

"I'm serious." I said. Getting more offended

"Oh yeah, prove it." He said as he got in my face with a smile. Was he
teasing me? Well I can tease too.

I looked him in his pretty brown eyes. "I'm douched." I said.

And that made him pause for a second. "What?" He asked.

"I'm douched. I cleaned out my hole because I wanted to be ready for you
baby." And that was true. I was douched. I didn't know how the night was
going to go, but I always leave the house prepared. Prepared and douched.

"Oh yeah?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "Your hole's all waiting to be
filled?" He asked. I think he was getting a little excited too.

I raised an eyebrow right back at him. "You know it." I responded.

He got closer to my face. "You're so full of shit." He accused.

"Nope. All clean." I got closer to his face. "All ready for you buddy."

"Yeah?" He said, his lips touching mine. He granted me a little kiss.

"Why don't you check?" I said. Kissing him back.

Our kissing started to get more intense. His big hands holding my face to
his.

Marty then looked at me as he licked his index finger. His hand then slid
into the backseat of my jeans. He reached into my briefs where his finger
found my hole.

"You like this." He said to me, my face full of ecstasy as his finger
started circling my sweet spot.

"Yeah." I managed to say.

Marty laid me down gently on the blanket. His finger still searching inside
of me. His finger was so big, it felt like a penis in my ass. His other
hand gently reached for my face and he began to slowly kiss me again. His
finger in me and his mouth on my mouth. His kiss started to get real sloppy
after awhile. It was like his tongue had turned into a violent snake.

"Whoa there buddy." I said, my fingers on his lips. "That kind of tonguing
should be saved for where your finger is."

Marty gave me a look of confusion. "Your asshole?"

"Well, your finger is already up in there, and what your mouth is doing to
my face, it should be doing that to my hole instead."

"Then get over here." Marty said aggressively. He laid me on my stomach,
pulling my pants and underwear completely off. He positioned himself behind
me, sitting up, and he lifted my bare ass to his face. He began to lightly
bite at my cheeks.

"Oh yeah Marty." I moaned. His light bites on my ass sending me into a tiny
frenzy.

"You like that small fry?" He asked, mid bite.

"Yes." I said.

He rested my thighs on his big shoulders as his tongue started to tease
around my hole.

"That feels way better than a finger" I said.

Marty responded by going in deeper. My moans getting loader. My moans
encouraging him. His hands grabbed my cheeks and he was eating me like a
meal. There was so much of his drool dripping down my crack. I could feel
his saliva reach my balls and my shaft. I reached for my dick and started
jerking off. Marty saw this and swatted my hand away.

"I got you small fry" he said as he started stroking my shaft while he was
eating my ass.

"Oh shit." I was face down on the blanket, grabbing at the sand. His tongue
was inside my hole. His massive hand was pumping at my dick. I was in his
control completely. Like one of his instruments when he was in band.

His hand found his way back to my ass cheeks and his fingers found their
way back to my hole. He slowly slid one of his fingers back inside of me.

"Oh God Marty!" I moaned.

"Yeah Ed. You like that." He teased.

"Yeah, play with my hole."

"This is my hole slut." He said.

I was confused and really turned on. "What"

He responded by fingering my prostate.

"Oh yes!" my voice quivered, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I
wanted this giant man to use me. Degrade me.

"I love when you whimper small fry." He purred to me, fingering and eating
my hole simultaneously.

"Marty I'm gonna shoot." I moaned.

"Yeah, buddy. Do it." He said with his sloppy mouth.

I moaned as I squirted what felt like a gallon of bodily fluids. My head
started to spin and I collapsed face first onto the blanket.

Marty turned me over, and laid his body next to mine. He took my mouth and
started kissing me more. This time, I didn't mind his snake like tongue. I
was his. He could do whatever he wanted to me.

I hear his pants unzipping. He pulled his cock out and started to slide it
into my wet and ready hole.

"Oh Marty." I said, my voice getting weak.

"Please let me do this Ed." He said while kissing me.

"Yes do it." I moaned. "Yes."

"Oh I love it." He said. Holding onto my tiny body, his massive cock
stretched my hole open and took him in. My legs seemed to involuntarily
spread wide open as his cock started entering me, deeper and deeper. His
kiss didn't leave my mouth as his pumping started to increase even more.

"Oh yes! You're so tight" He moaned. "Fuck"

I could feel his thick cock in my body start to twitch.

"Watch out buddy. Watch out." Marty pulled his dick out and shot a stream
of cum that hit me in my face.

He kissed me again, and licked my face clean. He then spooned me from
behind as we both dozed off that night.

I woke up that morning on the beach next to Marty. I found us both
completely naked. My clothes and his clothes tossed into the sand. That
huge warm blanket covering both of us. With Marty still sleeping, I peeked
under the blanked to get a good look at his rocking body and his huge
dong. It was 7 inches soft and really thick. Holy crap. That was inside of
me. My ass started to feel sore from the thought of it. Aside from his
thick juicy member, his arms and legs were big and toned. His chest was
massive. He had an adorable belly on him as opposed to visible ab
muscles. He was dreamy. His eyes started to flutter awake.

"Good morning." he said in that super sexy groggy voice.

"Hi."

"I hope you didn't mind me taking off all of our clothes." He said, rubbing
his eyes. "It started to get cold and I read that two naked bodies really
create some awesome warmth."

"It definitely would keep things hot." I said. Finding his actions both
very sexy and very sweet.

We laughed. Marty started to kiss me. It was less slobbery this time.

"Do you think I can see you again, like this?" He said, looking at me with
those big brown eyes, his big hands holding onto mine.

"Naked?" I joked.

"No, like. Like on a date." he said.

I smiled at him. Kissing his hands. "I would like that."

Marty and I began to see each other every Saturday during that Summer after
that encounter.

After that Summer, we lost contact, College taking over both of our lives.
He's currently still wrestling professionally and is living happily with
his boyfriend.

I had an opportunity to be in Grease one more time after College, playing
the same character. Roger the mooning champion of Rydell High. I was
allowed to show my ass this time.

After one of my shows, I received a bouquet of flowers with a note attached
that read:

"For My Mooning Small Fry. Thank you for a Wonderful Time. With Love, Marty
from Band."

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