Date: Tue, 28 Oct 2003 10:09:53 -0500
From: Mark <markblastoff@hotmail.com>
Subject: Deceptively Fun 7

WARNING: With any sexual encounter, you should always carefully consider
your options and make conscious choices, knowing the possible results ofyour
decisions. You should be fully aware of your surroundings and theactivities
of all participants, especially knowing not everyone istrustworthy, no
matter how many muscles he has or how big his cock is. Ifyou choose to use
condoms and you are the bottom, consider bringing yourown condoms and
compatible lube. Remember, the only truly "safe sex" is sexalone or no sex
at all.

Deceptively Fun 7

By Mark

(The seventh in a series.)

(The standard disclaimers apply. Leave the flames at home, I don't want to

hear 'em. markblastoff@hotmail.com)

So I've moved. If you've been wondering why I haven't written much, that's
the reason.

Nothing like a relocation to fuck up your chances for ass. When I finally
drove South to my new home, I found the rest areas mostly abandoned. It
fucking sucked. Usually you can find some local pig who's willing to chow
down on some passing through meat. Not me. Not until a Carolina Welcome
Center.

So I've already checked out the john. Here it is, 11:30 at night, and this
place is mostly abandoned.  The packing and shit had preoccupied me, so I
wasn't really that horny. But still, I could use a little relief from the
monotonous highway.

I walk up this little rise to the vending machines to grab me a soda, when I
see a yellow Mustang parked well on down the lot, all alone. I figured it
was someone snoozing, until I saw some movement. I figured, "What the hell?!
I have nothing better to do other than drive." So I wander over toward that
area to better stretch my legs.

I recognized the stickers on the car immediately. Department of Defense.
While it could be a civilian, when he rolled down the window, I had no
doubt. Military boy. I walked up to chew the fat, so to speak, complaining
about the long, boring drive and how it had me "restless."

"Me too," he said. "But around here it's just too busy."

Cars and trucks cruised in and out. And knowing the local state troopers,
there would be a cop through soon.

"So why don't we head down to the next exit? See if there's someplace
private we can find," I said.

He squeezed his basket.

"Sounds good. I'll follow you."

I won't bored you with the next 20 minutes. But we wound our way out onto a
little road, near the highway but away from civilization (or so it seemed).

We both jumped out. My SUV was packed full of shit for the move, so there
was no way to have action there. And a Mustang. well. there was not all that
much room. But this little 5-foot-7-inch stout boy was a hottie. At first,
he just opened his trousers and pulled out a five 5-incher. I chowed down on
it for a moment, before pulling out my own 7-and-a-half-inch hard cock. He
swallowed it like a pro.

I shocked the hell out of him as I stripped off my shorts and t-shirt - all
my clothes until I was naked except for my shoes.

"You think it's safe?" He asked, the full moon reflecting in his eyes.

"Dude, we're out in the middle of no where on a Wednesday night. We can see
up and down the road a half a mile at least. We're cool."

He was soon naked with me. That way, I could grab hold of his smooth pecs
and twist his nipples good. I really slobbered on his cock this time,
working it good and getting it wet.

I stood up and let him do the same with my cock, working it while I ran my
hands over his freshly crewcut head. I bent over and felt his smooth ass.

But he didn't arch his ass up, like most bottoms. He almost seemed to pull
away. The hint, it seemed, was that he was a top. But I would have him. I
started on him again, this time kissing him deeply - our first kiss - and
then going down his chest, nibbling on each nipple, and licking between his
firm pecs. I worked my tongue down, deep into his navel and worked lower
until his cock poked me in the chin. I licked the full length of his cock
before sucking in his balls.

And then I started digging for the weak spot.. Just below the balls.
Tickling it with my tongue, I searched further south. He spread his legs to
give me more access. Pretty soon, I was reaching my goal.

He seemed to clench his cheeks together a little when I touched his smooth
pucker with my tongue. But I dug in. I was getting deeper. He finally
started to relax and relented to my assault on his ass. I really juiced his
hole up.

I stood up, this time behind him, and bent my knees some so my hard cock
aimed right at his juicy little hole. I grabbed around his broad chest and
pulled him close. The head of my cock slipped just a little, missing my
target, but I shifted my hips a little so it found it again. This passive
boy didn't move much, but his breathing was pretty hard.

My head poked in just a bit and he groaned. But as it slipped a little
further, he tensed with agony and pulled off.

"Condom?" he asked.

I nibbled a little at his ear as the pain died down, hoping to re-enter him
again. But his ass remained clenched.

"Sure," I finally whispered.

Of course there were condoms in my truck. Fuck, I leave a box in there to
heat them up and get them weaker so they'll break more easily. I pulled away
for a moment, opened the passenger door and fumbled around for one. As I
stripped it off, I got to thinking that this box had been in for a while.
Lately, all the boys had taken my raw. Gosh, these had been exposed to the
greenhouse effect several months, it seemed.

I started to handle the condom a little roughly, but I could tell it was
pretty damn fragile already. So I went a little more gently.

For what I perceived as a top, he was now spitting in his cupped hand and
running it over his raw hole. I hawked up and acted like I was covering my
cock, but I kept it as dry as possible. He bent over his car, both hands on
the hood.

Good. He was keeping his hands away. I was tempted to pull off the condom
then, but I left it on, just in case he checked. But as I put the head at
his hole, he kept his hands on the hood. As I felt his asshole let me in
some, I grasped the base of my sheathed cock and pulled so the condom broke
and my raw head entered inside him.

He started to groan. But his hands stayed firmly on the hood.

As I entered him more deeply, I kept pulling back on the condom's base to
get as much raw exposure as I could get.

His chute was warm and wet compared to the cool October air around our
sweaty bodies.

"Oh fuck," he moaned. And I felt him relax a little more as I began fucking
him, pulling back until I could see a little of my raw cock glisten in the
moonlight as I would pull almost out of his ass and then plunge back in.

"Oh fuck!" he said again, getting a little louder.

He took one hand off the hood and reached down to grab his own cock. I kept
mine buried in case he checked for the condom, but he didn't.

As I picked up the pace, pushing my cock deep inside him at an easy pace, it
happened. I felt it begin, as I noticed that tightness around my cockbase
was easing up. I knew the damn things were old, but shit, these was ancient
and ready to turn to dust. With each thrust into his ass, the condom was
falling apart. To prevent a hard snap, I reached down and grabbed the base
just in case. Two thrusts later, I pulled the condom away completely as he
groaned even more loudly, "OH FUCK!"

I didn't want him to discover now that the condom had practically
disintegrated, so I launched into some hardcore fucking after flinging the
remnant behind me into the grass.

With both hands now on his hips, I really went to town - brutally assaulting
his ass. His mantra of "OH FUCK" got louder and louder, but there was no one
out here to hear us, so I let him.

He started to arch up, like he was a wolf howling at the moon. An "OH FUCK"
seemed caught in his throat on the way out. I knew what it meant and I
really began to pummel his ass.

The pucker began to seize up as I knew his balls were tightening up. He
stood up, furiously jerking his cock. It was now or never.

I was there myself and with another thrust, my balls release and I growled
as a week's worth of cum surged up through my throbbing, swelling cock.

That dislodged the rest of the "fUUCCCKK: from his throat.

My babyjuice surged into his Army boy chunnel, filling his tight ass with
raw cum, like every fuck boy deserves.

I could see over his shoulder that his own cock was pelting the hood of his
car with strings of cum. It seemed to shoot four or five feet at least.

He relaxed down, collapsing onto the hood and I let my moist cock slip from
his cunt, turning around and finding my clothes as my breathing relaxed.

"Oh fuck," I heard him whisper, as I heard some rustling for clothes.

We didn't say anything else to each other. I was on the road first, leaving
him to wipe some more of the cum from the hood from his car. But I wondered
if he'd noticed the cum I left inside him.