Date: Fri, 10 Sep 2021 01:00:00 -0700
From: John Henry <niftyjhenry1988@gmail.com>
Subject: I Love a Rainy Night (Young Friends)

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I Love a Rainy Night


"Dad," Dylan said as the 13-year-old walked in the front door. "Can I
stay at Colby's tonight?" His best friend had asked right after biology.


"Isn't today Thursday?" Dylan's father asked. Martin didn't take his
eyes from his newspaper.


"It's Friday," The teen replied.


"Is it really?" Martin lowered the paper and looked at the front page.
"Uh, I guess you're right," he said and went back to reading.


Dylan was feeling impatient but didn't want to say anything that would
give his father cause to say no. "Dad," Dylan said.


"What is it, Buddy?" Martin asked once more.


"Can I?"


"Can you what?"


Dylan stifled a heavy, frustration induced sigh. "Can I stay the night
at Colby's?"


"I don't know," Martin said. "Have you asked your mother?"


"She's not here."


"Really?" Martin asked, lowering his newspaper once more. He looked
around and looked at his son. "Oh, Dylan! I thought you were Jake."
Jake was Dylan's older brother.


"Seriously?" Dylan said, almost feeling insulted. "I know you're old,
but you're not that old, Dad!"


"I'm sorry," Martin said, turning in chair to glare at his son better.
"I'm what?"


Damn, Dylan thought. "I just want to stay at Colby's tonight. Please."


"I'm sorry. My hearing must be going with my memory. Did you say Cody?
You know us old guys. We forget everything."


"Dad!" Dylan said, stomping his foot a little bit out of frustration.


Martin laughed at his son's micro tantrum. He knew the boy was becoming a
man, but Martin loved teasing the boy, which showed how childlike Dylan
still was. "I don't care," Martin said, going back to his newspaper.


"Thanks," Dylan said, giving his dad a hug before going to his room to
pack.


Dylan grabbed his video games, system and controllers. He also got a
couple sodas from the fridge. He considered a change of clothes, but
decided against it, since he was only going to be there overnight. Once
he was satisfied that he had everything he needed, Dylan got on his bike
and rode to Colby's house.


Colby lived with his parents and was an only child. His mom was a real
estate agent and his dad was a mechanic. On the third Friday of the
month, they'd have their date night, leaving Colby by himself for a few
hours. It also happened to be their anniversary, so his parents chose to
get a hotel room for the night. They hired a neighbor girl, Sally, to
watch Colby till he went to bed, since they planned to be back in the
morning.


Dylan arrived about 10 minutes after we left home. He put his bike in the
garage, entered the house through the mud room, and found Colby in his
room across the hall.


"Hey," Dylan said, setting down his bag and kicking off his shoes.


"You can stay?" Colby asked.


"Yep," Dylan replied, pulling out his gaming gear. Colby helped Dylan
set everything up. Colby had an Xbox, but he preferred Dylan's
Playstation. They put in Diablo and continued with their game.


"Hey, brats," Sally said, leaning against the door jam. "I need to
take off for a couple of hours," the 17-year-old said.


"Where are you going?" Colby asked, as he slayed a horde of zombies.


"Don't worry about it," Sally said defensively.


"What if my parents call?"


"Tell them I went to the store or something."


"What about dinner?" Dylan asked, as he did a combo and snatched up a
pile of gold.


"You're both 13 and old enough to feed yourselves."


"Fine," Colby said, "But I want half of your babysitting money."


"Fuck off," Sally said.


"Okay, leave" Colby said, looking at the high schooler. "But it would
be a shame if my parents found out you left to fuck that loser boyfriend
of yours."


"God, you're such a dick," Sally exclaimed as she threw $20 at him.


Colby looked shrewdly at Sally, cleared his throat and said, "My parents
gave you sixty. I know you're a D-average student, but even you have to
know that twenty is not half of sixty. Cough up the rest, sister."


"Ugh, I hate you," She said, but threw down $10 and stormed out of the
room.


"Nice doing business with you," Colby yelled as he collected the cash.


"I take it we're not going to be eating sandwiches tonight," Dylan
said, impressed with his friend's negotiation skills.


"Hell no," Colby said. He removed a small wad of cash from his pocket
that his parents gave him. "With Sally's $30, we have $85. I'm thinking
of either burgers or pizza."


"Either works for me."


By the time the boys were hungry, it was after sunset. Sally had been
gone for several hours. They decided to ride their bikes to the nearest
McDonald's, about two miles away. The air was cool and the sky overcast.
The restaurant was busy, being the only place open, as it was almost 10
p.m. Dylan got a Big Mac combo while Colby ordered Chicken McNuggets. The
line was so long they had to argue with the cashier to even place the
order, as it was just after closing when it was their turn.


It was close to 10:20 p.m. by the time they walked out of the building
with their food. Ravenous, they ate their food as fast as they could.
Dylan was the first to feel it. A drop of water landed on his nose, then
another hit him on the back of the hand.


"Shit!" Colby said, as a heavy rain dumped suddenly upon them. Just
seconds before they could see the convenience store across the street,
now, they could barely see each other. "Come on," he said, grabbing his
bike.


The ride back to Colby's seemed to take forever. Luckily, they didn't
have to ride down any busy streets, since they could barely make out
headlights and traffic signals. There wasn't much wind, but the pouring
rain made their trek that much more arduous. It took them over an hour to
get to the house and into the garage. They dropped off their wet bikes
and went straight into the mudroom.


"Stop," Colby said, as Dylan tried to move past him and into the house
proper. "You're soaked."


"So are you," Dylan said, confused. He was also freezing, and his numb,
shaking hands were almost blue with cold.


"Yeah," Colby said, opening the dryer door, "but we can't go into the
house with our wet clothes on. My mom would kill us, and she'd find out
about Sally being gone."


"Okay, but how are we supposed to get dry? Do you have towels in here?"


"No," Colby said, checking the nearby cupboards. "Looks like we'll
have to get undressed in here."


Dylan's heart raced, almost enough to warm him. He had harbored a crush
for Colby since they were in second grade. Since he started puberty, he
had fantasies of him with his best friend. None of them started with them
being dripping wet and naked, but the idea was quite appealing...maybe
too appealing. "I didn't bring any clothes with me."


"Okay," Colby said, as he started to remove his own clothes and tossed
them in the drier. "Well, throw your clothes in with mine and they
should be dry in a couple hours."


Colby was only wearing his see thru, white briefs by the time Dylan
started to get undressed. Dylan removed his shirt, kicked off his shoes
and socks, but due to his shaking and numb finger tips, he had issues
unbuttoning his pants. Colby, still in his underwear, reached out and
helped Dylan with his pants. Dylan was glad that his body was still very
cold, since he was very aroused but couldn't show it.


The boys looked self-conscious as they removed their underwear. Dylan saw
that his friend was also going through puberty and had a short, dark bush
of hair above his small penis. Dylan wondered how big Colby was when he
wasn't frozen. Colby grabbed Dylan's briefs and put them in the drier
before starting the machine.


Dylan walked into the hall behind Colby. He didn't stop himself from
looking at the tight, round butt his friend had. It was too dark to see
if it was hairy or not, but since Colby wasn't very hairy in general,
Dylan assumed his ass was as smooth as his own.


"Fuck, it's freezing in here," Colby said, adjusting the heater in his
room with a shaking hand. The rain hadn't let up and pounded against the
bedroom window.  He got into his bed and pulled the blankets up to his
chin. Dylan looked around for something to cover himself with, as his
teeth started to chatter. "Come on," Colby said, pulling the blankets
back for Dylan.


Without hesitation, Dylan accepted the invite. Like Colby, Dylan pulled
the blankets up to his chin. The bed was also cold, but he hoped it
wouldn't take long to warm up. "Too bad you didn't have a fireplace in
here," Dylan stammered.


"Right," Colby said, also stuttering due to chilly air. He reached over
and pulled Dylan into his arms. This naked body pressed against that of
his best friend's naked form. "That's better."


Dylan was pleasantly surprised by the move and wrapped his arms around
Colby, pressing as much of himself against the cute boy in his arms.
"Definitely is," Dylan agreed. The boys wrapped their fuzzy legs around
each others'. Their feet softly rubbed to create some friction. Dylan
could hardly make out Colby's face, despite being only a few inches
apart. In his mind's eye, he could see the sweet grin his crush often
had. It was the grin that always melted his heart in the saddest of
times, like when his dog died. Dylan was also in love with Colby's green
eyes and infectious laugh.


"Dylan," Colby said, his voice sounding concerned.


"Yeah?" Dylan replied.


"Are you getting a boner right now?"


Dylan concentrated for a second and felt his own erection rubbing against
Colby. To make sure he wasn't imagining it, he flexed a muscle and caused
his penis to twitch. "Sorry," Dylan said, unable to hide the mounting
shame from his voice. Dylan went to move away, but Colby held him
tighter.


"It's okay," Colby said. "You're fine right here."


Dylan protested, thinking Colby was just being very polite at catching
him hard. However, his words were stopped as he felt cold, quivering lips
touch his. Dylan closed his eyes and returned the kiss. Colby ran his
cold hands up down Dylan's warmish back. Dylan pulled Colby as tight as
he could against him.


Colby broke their kiss and said, "You're crushing me." He giggled as
Dylan apologized and loosened his grip. Colby smiled and continued to
kiss his first love.


The kissing evolved to include tongues. Neither had kissed anyone before,
so it took a lot of starts and stops to figure out what they were doing
and what they liked. Dylan moved his hand down his young lover's back and
grabbed his ass.


"Mmm?" Colby moaned then giggled.


"Sorry," Dylan said, smiling. "You have a nice ass."


"Shut up," Colby laughed. He continued to kiss Dylan, while the boy in
his arms rubbed and squeezed his butt.


After an eternity in heaven, Dylan broke their kiss and said, "I've
wanted to do this for so long."


"Same," Colby said, stealing another kiss. "I wish I told you how I
felt sooner."


"Same. Please don't make this a one-time thing."


"Never. I love you," Colby said, before he could stop himself. His
heart pounded from fear and anxiety.


"I love you, too," Dylan said. He hugged his soulmate and nearly
started crying, he was so happy. The pangs of carrying that secret at
times was almost too much. Several times, he considered ending their
friendship because he couldn't take the pressure of hiding his true
feelings...but then Colby would laugh, and Dylan would fall in love all
over again.


The boys jumped when they heard a buzzing sound in the distance. "It's
the drier," Colby said, a hint of disappointment in his voice. He
climbed out of the bed and brought back their clothes. He could make out
the form Dylan in his spot. He held out the warm pile and asked, "Do you
want to get dressed?"


Without hesitation, Dylan said, "No. I have only ever wanted you."


Colby climbed into the bed and back into Dylan's arms. Dylan took hold of
Colby's hot, hard dick and began to stroke it. Colby soon did the same
for his lover. They stroked each other while continuing to kiss. Without
warning, Colby shot his cum all over Dylan's hand and stomach. His body
shook and he moaned as his sensitive head declared it was time to stop.
Colby continued to jerk Dylan off until the 13-year-old blonde boy also
came. Colby grabbed a nearby towel and they cleaned themselves off.


After putting the towel in with the dirty clothes hamper, Colby got back
in the bed and snuggled against Dylan, who held the light of his life.
The boys fell asleep, silently vowing to be together for the rest of
their lives.


The End