This story is a work of fiction. The characters, names, incidents, dialogue, and plot are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental.

Seattle Rain

Part IV

I was greeted the next morning with the warmth of Caleb's body. Instantly the memories of last night came back and I felt intense happiness. It'd take some coaxing and patience, but I was sure there'd be more action between us.

Slowly my senses took effect and I realized just how close we were. His ass was pressed firmly against my dick, which was, as usual, hard in the morning.

Even though the position was more than likely a factor of sleep, it was still a pleasant way to wake up.

Only slightly reluctant, I pulled away from him and got up. Another early start to a fresh day.

We were sitting out on the porch, sheltered from the rain that was falling down in heavy sheets. Dusk was beginning to set, and although others may disagree with me, I thought the weather was relaxing. The skies were still clear, which meant a severe thunderstorm wasn't likely.

Caleb was beside me on the bench. My mom and aunt were inside talking. I felt so comfortable near him it was tempting to put my arm around him, but I didn't think it was a necessary move.

We'd been sitting in silence, taking in the smell of the rain, when he spoke. "I'd like to live here," he said softly. He grinned at me, filling me with warmth.

I laughed. "It's a good place if you don't mind rain." I glanced at his bare legs and wondered how he could stand the chilly breeze. "Didn't you pack anything other than shorts?"

He nodded. "I'm fine with shorts on for now though. I think it's comfortable."

We sat in stillness a little longer, watching as the sky grew blacker. "You really like it here more than Florida?"

He had a far away look in his eye as he responded. "Yeah. It seems so much calmer."

In his rested position his body seemed vulnerable and open, and he was leaning some of his weight against me. I couldn't have asked for a nicer moment.

I reached over and touched his thigh. "You wouldn't have any of that tan if you lived here."

He giggled but didn't look bothered in the least by my touch. "I wouldn't miss it that much. Gets kind of boring after seeing it every year anyway."

Thunder boomed suddenly, making us both jump. "Looks like we're in for a storm tonight. Come on. Let's go in." So much for my forecast. I'd have to cross "meteorologist" off my list of possible occupations.

When I got up, he stayed sitting. "What are you thinking about?" I asked noticing the mischievous grin on his face.

"I thought we could go in the rain before we went inside." I wasn't crazy about the idea. I guess I didn't want to tell him no, so I joined him, wondering if I wasn't nine years old too.

When we finally did go inside, my mom wasn't happy with our condition. She sent us both to the shower and told us not to go to bed until we were clean and in dry clothes. I think Caleb's mom found it amusing, but she didn't say anything.

In the bathroom, Caleb peeled off his soaked T-shirt with a little difficulty. He was in his boxers now. I could feel my dick rising slowly. Trying to play it cool, I took off my clothes casually and turned on the shower. He left the room, saying he needed to get clothes out of his suitcase. I was already in the shower at this time, and I closed the curtain for a sense of privacy.

The water felt especially good after the cold rain, and I automatically reached down to stroke my dick. Caleb's body was vividly etched in my mind. I was so wrapped up in my fantasy, I didn't realize at first when he opened the shower curtain and stepped in.

His eyes were taking in my action, with only a small registration of shock. He recovered quickly. "It's okay if we take a shower at the same time isn't it?"

I laughed, trying to seem at ease and felt surprised when I realized I truly was. "Doesn't bother me."

We stood a good three feet apart from each other, taking up the whole space of the tub. Gradually, he came closer and we shared the water. Now only inches from me, he seemed like he was going to ask me something important. "Last night, when you showed me how to.. you know-"

"Jerk off is the word you're looking for," I said trying not to look amused by his modesty. "Well, you told me you'd show me again so I could figure out how to do it myself."

His words were turning me on and my dick must have been extended to its full six inches, but he was too concerned on my response to notice. "Want me to do it now?"

"Yeah, if it's okay."

"You don't need to be nervous about asking me. I told you it's not a problem." I waited for him to nod, and then began to start the ritual. Unlike last night, he seemed at almost complete ease. I kept at a consistent speed, and went for several minutes until I felt the familiar jerk of his body.

I cautioned him, but this time he was prepared. When it was over, he couldn't keep the smile off his face. I knew he was grateful, and I hoped he'd return the favor for me in the future.

The lamp was the only light on in the room, combining with the flash of the TV. We were laying in my bed, neither of us tired.

Caleb had his head propped up, going on and on about random things. We'd been talking for hours to pass the time until we were tired. So far it hadn't worked.

He realized I wasn't completely tuned in to his comments, so he stopped. "Are you getting tired?"

"A little. Are you?"

He shook his head. "I still feel too excited about earlier."

I took the opening, knowing there might not be another one tonight. "You think you can do it now?" I asked in a challenging way.

He grinned for the hundredth time that day. "I think I could probably do it."

"Yeah? Give it a try."

He looked hesitant. "You just did it not that long ago. I don't feel like it yet."

My chance was there. I decided not to back out of it since I'd gone in this far. "Try it on me."

"You want me to?"

I shrugged. "Sure. What better way for me to know if you have it figured out?"

"Okay. I'll try." I knew that there was almost no way he could fail, as horny as I was. If he understood even the slightest much of what I had showed him, he'd have me shooting more than I'd ever shot, which in truth wasn't that much.

My dick jumped as his hand reached in my boxers and touched it. If he thought it was especially big, he didn't show any signs of it. I nearly lost it right away, as he started off at an incredibly fast pace. He saw my reaction and it must have made him feel good, because he actually sped up.

It couldn't have been longer than thirty seconds before I went over the edge. I pulled his hand away just as I shot. It wasn't much at all, and there was only one spurt.

I grinned at him and used my shirt on the floor to clean up the small mess. Most of it was on my boxers, but a small amount had gotten to my stomach.

For some reason, Caleb found all this funny, and while I cleaned up he tried to control fits of laughter. He wasn't succeeding, and he erupted into giggles loud enough to wake the whole house.

Fortunately, no one seemed to stir. He didn't ask what I'd been cleaning up. It seemed like he understood it, though I sincerely doubted that.

I got back to a comfortable position, suddenly exhausted. He still had something to ask. "Did I do okay?"

It was my turn to laugh. I tickled his chest to keep him laughing. "You did real good. Keep practicing."

This time as the light turned out it was him that was feeling proud. I was only slightly thinking of my own satisfaction, but mostly of his. Every time he jerked off, he'd think of me. He'd remember how I taught him it. Like the previous night, I fell asleep with my mind full of possibilities.