Date: Sat, 12 Aug 2017 00:19:33 -0400
From: Jason Collett <ncboy1982@juno.com>
Subject: A Rainy Crash

Warning: The following story has homosexual content. If you are offended or
made uncomfortable by material concerning sexual relations between
consenting adult men, then don't read. If it is in any way illegal for you
to be reading this, then don't. Otherwise please continue reading and send
ANY comments to NCBOY1982@juno.com or @r_jason_collett on twitter. Enjoy!!
:)

	It was a busy Friday night and I was heading home after work.
Traffic was heavy and it was pouring down rain making it really hard to
see. The loud thunder and bright flashes of light wasn't helping either.
	And then the worst thing happened. The car in front of me slammed
on the brakes. I hit my brakes but unfortunately wasn't able to stop in
time before I slammed into the back of a sedan. I couldn't believe it. I
was less than a mile from my apartment and got into a car accident.
	Sighing, I put the transmission in Park and got out of the car. The
rain felt like tiny razor blades as it hit my face and arms. I looked at
the my car and the car I'd hit and it didn't look like there was much
damage considering how hard it felt when we hit.
	There went any broken lights or parts that had popped off and for
that I was thankful. Hearing a car door shut I looked up.
	And my jaw dropped, literally. Before me stood the most handsome
man I'd ever seen.
	He was about 5'5, muscular, clean shaven with the darkest black
hair I'd ever seen. The glow form my headlights reflected off his darker
skin, telling me he was Latino or middle eastern.
	"Do you have insurance?" He asked in a thick Spanish accent. I'd
guess from the accent that he was Mexican.
	I just stared at him, unable to speak, in awe of his sexiness. Even
in the low light I could see his dark brown eyes and he looked at me and
then our cars and back at me.
	"Hello, I asked you a question." He said, impatience mixing in with
his sexy accent.
	"Ye...yes." I stammered as I shook my head, trying to clear the
lustful thoughts going through my head.
	"Good?" He said as he pulled out an iPhone and started dialing a
number. I just stared at him he talked on the phone and I realized he'd
called the police to report the accident. After giving them our location,
he hung up and started taking pictures of the cars.
	"I...I...I'm so sorry." I stammered. "I didn't have enough time to
stop." I mumbled.
	"It's ok, accidents happen. That's why they're called accidents."
He said. "I'm Miguel." He said as he extended his hand.
	I starred at his hand before reaching out and taking it. It was so
soft and warm.
	"I'm Michael. That's ironic, we have the same name, just in a
different language." I noted, immediately embarrassed. Was I trying to
flirt? If I was, I was failing miserably. Or so I thought.
	"Well, it is a good name." Miguel said as he smiled and dropping my
hand. I swear I saw a twinkle in the corner of his mouth like you see in
the cartoons. Must have been the reflection of a passing car's headlights I
told myself.
	By now, his slicked back hair was falling into his face from the
rain. When he wiped it away from his face, it was like in slow motion and
incredibly sexy. I couldn't believe that I was standing here in from of
this handsome guy, only because I had ran into the back of his car.
	Within minutes, a policeman arrived. It didn't take long for him to
take our statements and give us the nessecary information. Obviously he
determined that I was at fault for the accident. When I got home I already
planned to file it on my insurance.
	After the police officer left, who was mostly dry thanks to his
poncho, Miguel started to walk back towards his car. Before I even knew
what I was saying, I said:
	"Hey, I just live around the corner. At least let me wash and dry
clothes and make you some coffee." I was thankful for the darkness so he
couldn't see the panic on my face as I waited for his answer.
	Time around me slowed down like a scene from a movie. I felt like I
could reach out and touch the rain drops as they fell. Then everything went
to normal when I heard:
	"Are you sure?"
	"Absolutely." I said, quickly gaining my composure. "It's the least
I can do since I rear-ended you."
	"Then lead the way." He said and turned towards his car. I walked
to mine and climbed in as the biggest smile spread across my face.
	I maneuvered my car around his as he followed me to my apartment.
Within two minutes we were parking in front of my building.
	"Welcome to my home." I said as I unlocked the door. My cat greeted
us as we walked in. "This is KC." I said as KC weaved in and out of my legs
and Miguel's. Miguel reached down to pet him and I could hear KC's purr get
louder and louder.
	"I'll be right back with some clothes for you to change into. Just
make yourself at home." I said as I motioned towards the couch and walked
to my room. Miguel continued to pet KC who was now laying on his back
loving the attention from Miguel.
	As I was searching through my drawers for some gym shorts and a
t-shirt, Miguel appeared at the door.
	"Would it be too much of a hassle if I took a shower?" He asked
with a twinkle in his eye.
	"Not at all. Let me get you a towel." I replied as I got a towel
from the closet. "Let me show you where the bathroom is." I led him to the
bathroom and put the towel, shorts and shirt on the lid of the toilet.
	When I turned to leave the bathroom, there he was, standing in
nothing but his red, Papi brand boxer briefs, my favorite color. He was
holding his shirt and jeans that were still wet from the rain. I quickly
turned away from him, doing my best not to gawk.
	"Where do you want these?" He asked as he was offering them to me.
	"I...I...I'll take them." I stuttered and took them from him, still
keeping my eyes away. I started to walk out, avoiding him completely when I
heard him speak again.
	"Here" He said. I looked back as he was handing my his boxer
briefs. He made no effort to cover himself. I froze as I took in all his
nakedness.
	He was beautiful. Flat stomach with a hint of some abs, a nice
happy trail of hair that led to his soft, thick, uncut penis.
	I turned again, covering my eyes, my face turning the color of his
underwear now in my hand.
	"It's ok, you can look." He said.
	"But you're naked." I said, realizing how stupid that sounded as it
came out.
	"Why don't you get naked with me?" He asked.
	Before I could answer, he knocked his clothes out of my hand,
pushed me against the wall, cupped my face with his hands and kissed me.
	I was stunned, but quickly returned the kiss. It was gentle at
first as he slowly explored my mouth before he sped up, the need and desire
clearly evident.
	My hands started roaming over his back, feeling the taught muscles
flex as his arms and hands caressed my back and chest through my shirt,
which he then grabbed and pulled over my head. I heard it drop to the
ground by my feet.
	He continued the kiss while he worked on unbuttoning my jeans and
slid them down my legs. With his help I was able to step out of them and
kick them aside. I could now feel his hardness pressing against mine, still
trapped in my briefs.
	Before I could pull them off, he had already reached under the
waistband and yanked them down in one swoop. He stepped back to give me a
look over.
	And that's when the years of body issues and insecurities came
flooding to my mind. I am not the skinniest of guys, definitely not if you
compared me to Miguel, but I had worked hard to get to where I was with my
body and I was happy with it, mostly.
	"Now that's better." Miguel said. Before I could speak, his lips
were back on mine with more passion than ever before. Any thoughts I had
about him not liking what he saw quickly vanished.
	After a few moments of the most intense kissing I'd ever
experienced in my life, he started to kiss around my neck and moved to my
left ear where he started sucking on it, making me moan in pleasure.
	He started moving lower again, licking and kissing as he went,
stopping at both of my nipples, making me moan again.
	He continued his exploration down to my stomach and I rubbed my
hands through his thick black hair, still wet from the rain but I could
still feel that it was soft. He clearly used the really good shampoo and
conditioner.
	When he got eye level with my waist, he stopped and leaned back,
starring right at my fully hard dick. He just starred at it for a few
moments. Again the insecurities came back. I know that my dick isn't the
biggest or thickest, but it gets the job done and never had any complaints
on it before.
	Finally he leaned in and started sucking and licking my balls. He
licked around them and up the side of my leg towards my pubic area.
	Then he stopped again and started staring at my junk again, this
time I could see a grin on his face as he grabbed my cock, angling it
towards his mouth. He glanced up at me, which just drove my antipcation
even higher. He looked back down and engulfed my entire dick with one
swoop, all the way down to the base, making me gasp out loud.
	He proceeded to continue to suck harder and faster, making me moan
even louder as he continued.
	It wasn't until he stuck his tongue out and licked the space
between my dick and balls WHILE he had my dick in his mouth that I knew
what true ecstasy was and I am sure that my moan let him know that.
	The harder he worked his tongue, the loader I moaned. I didn't know
how much longer I could last like this. So I let him know.
	"If...you...keep on like...that...I'm....gonna cum." I said in
between panted breaths. The only response I got from him was a moan and
faster motion from his tongue and mouth.
	Suddenly I saw blackness and stars as what felt like white
lightening shot from my penis. Never had I ever felt such an intense orgasm
like that.
	Miguel stood up, wiped his mouth, kissed me long and hard, looked
me dead in the eyes and said:
	"Now, about that shower."

	NOW IT'S TWO years later. Miguel and I are still together. We're
now engaged and shopping for a home of our own. He moved into my apartment
about 3 months after we met. Oh, he proposed to me on the same day, one
year later, that I rear-ended him.
	He'd gotten up to use the bathroom. While he was gone, some of the
wait staff started walking towards the table. One of them had a violin and
started playing this soft tune that I started to recognize. It was one my
most favorite songs from my favorite artist.
	I looked around, confused and trying to figure out what is going
on. And that is when I saw Miguel. He motioned for me to stand and as I
did, he dropped to one knee, a ring box in his hand.
	"A year ago today, you rear-ended into the back of my car." He
chuckled as some of the patrons that could hear us laughed.
	"But that day changed my life. I've never told you this, but I was
in a deep depression. I was being laid off from my job, still hurting from
my ex and I never thought I would find love again. I was even thinking
about ending my life that night." He paused and looked down at the floor. I
was frozen in place. He wiped at a tear that was running down his cheek
before he looked back at me and continued.
	"But you asked me if I wanted to follow you home for coffee and
some dry clothes. I could see the fear in your eyes as you waited for me to
answer. I knew that it took a lot of guts for you to ask me that and I
thought that it was so adorable. I knew in that moment I wanted to get to
know you. That is something that I have never regretted.
	"You've changed my life more than you will ever know. And because
of that, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. ¿Te casarias
conmigo?" That means 'will you marry me' in Spanish.
	I just looked at him, I knew what I wanted to say but I couldn't
get the words out. I looked at his face, those stunning brown eyes looking
at me, the bottom of them wet from his tears. I looked up and around and
could see the other customers watching, the wait staff watching, the music
still playing.
	I reached for his hand to pull him to his feet, his face showing
confusion. I looked at the black ring box in his hand and saw this silver
band in it. I reached for his hands and in doing so, closed the ring
box. He looked down at it with my hands on his. Even with him looking down
I could see tears coming down his face.
	"Papi, it is you that changed my life." He still hadn't looked up
yet so I reached with my hand to raise his face to mine. There was hurt in
his eyes that he would later tell me was there cause he thought I was about
to tell him no. "You showed me what it was to love again, that someone
could love me for me. I never thought that could happen ever again. You are
so amazing, thoughtful and just...I don't know, you leave me at a loss for
words." I stopped and gave him a long kiss. I could feel his smile fade and
then he pulled away. He looked at me, stared right into my eyes and then
there was the twinkle, the same twinkle I saw a year ago I'd mistaken for
passing headlights.
	"So...is that a yes?" He asked, his voice low and shaky but with a
hint of laughter.
	"¡Sí! ¡Sí! ¡Sí!" I exclaimed. His smile returned
as he pulled me in for a kiss. Applause exploded from the restaurant but I
barely heard it. What I heard was our two heartbeats turning into one. The
man of my dreams asked me to marry him and that had been the best day of my
life, well, until our wedding day.
	Oh, and the date? Well, we set it for the same day that changed our
lives, the two year anniversary of the day I rammed my car into his.