Puddles reflected moonlight through the scattered clouds. Returning skyward, it reflected off the bamboo leaves rustling in the wind. Travel was regular on this road connecting Kyoto to Nagoya, at least for those who possessed the proper paperwork.

Ito did not possess the needed authorization for this type of cross daimyo travel, but he didn’t need it. He lived in a nearby village as a respectful man. By day he’d cut bamboo and take care of the forest. In the evenings he cared for his wife and children. By all accounts, he was the strong, hardworking, family man everyone idealized; at least on the surface.

On a warm night after the rain drove the bugs into hiding, such as tonight, an itch would form. A deep desire would take hold that demanded satiation. A need that could only be filled with a nighttime stroll on the road through his forest.

Ito gently rounded a turn as he lazily walked to his usual turnaround. A couple hundred yards away, he spotted a figure traveling in the opposite direction. In the dim light, Ito grasped a rough understanding of who he might be.

His clothes were nice and well maintained but dirty from days of travel. On his back rested an awkwardly square pack that rested heavy on his shoulders. Traveling by night, he was clearly on a rather tight timetable. In total, Ito guessed that he was a young merchant.

The two moved closer as neither acknowledged the other’s presence. Only a dozen yards apart, Ito began his ritual.

Slowly, he unfastened his yukata, letting it fall open to reveal what musculature a peasant could develop through regular hard work and poor diet. Gently, let the garment slide down his shoulders. Wearing only a fundoshi, he turned his back to the traveler.

Just a few feet behind him, Ito dropped his fundoshi to fully expose his ass. With the traveler right behind him, Ito leaned over. Feet firmly on the ground, he stabilized himself with is hands as he arched his back. In the pale moonlight he began flexing his ass, winking at the traveler to invite him in. Between his legs, Ito could see the merchant eyeing him up, apprising his assets.

The merchant appeared satisfied and opened his yukata while putting his pack down. Without disrobing, he freed his cock and stroked it a few times. Without a word, he moved in and pressed his cock into Ito’s hole, rubbing the head along the contracting muscles. A lob of spit and he was pushing in.

Ito mediety let out a moan as the cock entered him. Already its pressure and warmth began to satisfy the carnal itch. With ease, the traveler began thrusting his hips back and forth, slowly digging deeper into Ito’s experienced hole. After a few more thrusts, the merchant bottomed out.

Ito hadn’t seen the cock before it entered him. With the balls pressed firmly against his taint and the fullness of his needy hole, he guessed the man was well endowed. Ready to scratch that itch, Ito began rocking his hips back and forth, sliding the cock in and out of him. Already feeling good, Ito began to purr.

The merchant seemed pleased with Ito fucking himself but wanted more. He grabbed Ito’s hips at the end of an outstroke and thrust himself back inside. His balls just made contact with Ito’s taint when he pulled three quarters of the way out and quickly thrust back in. He was enjoying the opportunity to empty his travel swollen balls into a tight cumdump; however, he had a timetable to meet.

Ito’s purr quickly transformed into high pitched moans and yelps as the traveler took control. Already this was one of his best fucks. The cock slightly aimed downward and with the merchant’s tall stature it grinded into his g-spot with each powerful thrust. Quickly his cock was getting hard. He ignored it and focused on the cock using him exactly as he needed.

Often, the men who fucked Ito on these nights in heat held no desire nor attraction to fucking men. While Ito would have loved to stroke his own cock while his butt was pounded, experience taught him that this would annoy or even repel the man using him. As such, he focused entirely on how good the cock felt in him.

The merchant received his fill long before Ito was close to orgasm. He rammed his cock into Ito hard, griding his hips as he deposited his load nice and deep. A grunt escaped his lips as he planted his load deep into the willing hole he’d just abused.

Ito remained where he was. He stayed put as the traveler cleaned himself up and began walking down the road, refreshed and ready to make good time. Once he was gone, Ito finally relaxed.

While the cock had been perfect, the fuck hadn’t lasted anywhere near as long as Ito would have liked. That was the problem with merchants, they were always in a hurry. Unsatisfied, he began to clean himself up. Wanting to forego an awkward conversation later, he opted to leave his fundoshi off and tucked it into a pocked. Hoping he’d find another man, he started walking away from home.

Shortly after a crossing that lead to another village, Ito found a man walking before him. Eager for more cock, he quickly overtook the man. Charging up behind him, Ito was delighted to discover that he was a samurai! Samurai always had the time to truly enjoy their fuck, which was exactly what Ito needed. He broke convention and called out for him tow wait.

In his haste, Ito startled the samurai. He quickly turned and responded, “Who’s there!?” as he turned around.

Ito was already behind him, removing his yukata. Having already broken the usual ritual, he remained silent. Disrobed, Ito turned around and presented his ass to the samurai. With finesse, he started winking his desperate hole. The breeze made the cum in his hole feel cool, only driving his lust into overdrive.

To Ito’s dismay, the samurai yelled in fright and jumped back. He was struck in horror at the sight before him and reached for his sword. Before drawing it, he darted past Ito. With all his might, he ran back to the village he’d just left.

The disappointment in Ito was immeasurable. Never before had a man, let alone a samurai, run from him in terror. A frown on his face, he reclothed and walked towards home. His ego and lust had been quashed for the night.

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A few days later, a traveler brought a story with him into Ito’s village. He told of a samurai who came across a new mononoke (yokai) while traveling at night not to far away. It had come up to the samurai looking like a man before disrobing and presenting it’s butt towards the samurai. There, an eye opened up where it’s anus was supposed to be and looked directly at the samurai before blinking several times.

Ito was shocked by this story. He had been on that road that night! While the mononoke sounded harmless, dealing with such creatures can be very dangerous. He would have to be more careful walking the road at night.