Date: Sun, 16 Nov 2008 01:01:29 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: The Sound of the Rain

			   THE SOUND OF THE RAIN
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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There's only one sound more annoying than lying in bed listening to the
rain fall on the roof and know that the outside world will be soggy and
muddy and dripping all over the place. And that's lying in bed listening to
the rain fall on the roof, etc. and that roof being the roof of your
vacation cabin in the mountains! So much for a weekend spent fishing and
enjoying the great outdoors! I just hoped the rain would let up sooner than
the weatherman on the radio was predicting, which was that this was the
first of a series of three storms that planned to basically fuck up my
entire week's vacation.

Sure, it was mid-November, but the winter had been so mild so far, I
figured, why not take advantage of the cheap rent on mountain cabins this
time of year, and good weather to enjoy it in, and just get away from it
all? Well, I had my answer to why not! Because the weather this time of
year now totally sucked!

Another blinding flash of white-hot light of lightning, followed by a loud
clap of thunder, a booming sound that went on and on, louder than the sound
of the rain.

Hey, that was someone at my door! Who the hell knocks on the door of a
mountain cabin late at night!

Must be a branch or something that blew against the door and was now being
blown up against it.

The hammering sound came again. Shit, that was going to keep me awake. I'd
have to climb out of a warm bed and get the branch out of the way. Just
hope the rain wasn't falling as hard as it sounded like it was.

Damn! I threw back the covers, shivering in the cold air that hit my arms,
chest and legs. I was only wearing a pair of boxers. Should I get dressed
for this? Hell, no, just run out, toss the branch and get back under those
covers. I shivered as I lit the Coleman lantern, my only source of light
after dark thinking to myself, hell, as much hair as my body has on it,
you'd think it'd help keep me warm, but it doesn't, not one bit. Walking to
the door, I crossed my arms across my chest, hands cupping my
breasts. Muscles can help keep other muscles warm, at least. Of course,
that kept my pecs and biceps warm while leaving my triceps taking the brunt
of it. And the triceps are the thinnest muscles on anyone's arms, even me
who has been working out and trying to develop their bulk for the last
half-dozen years. Having a broad chest is something of a liability in
trying to cover oneself with one's arms, and my carefully crafted slender
waist felt downright drafty! But it would all be over as soon as I opened
the door and threw that lousy, stinking, sonofabitching branch right over
the hill to....

Oh, my God! That hadn't been a branch at my door! It was a young guy, and
he was soaked. The wind was whipping at his blue-and-white-striped t-shirt
and soaking dark-blue blue jeans and the rain was being blown against my
bare legs like so many icy knives.

"P-p-p-please, may I c-c-c-c-c-come in?" he stuttered, his teeth chattering
just like you see in those dumb TV shows.

"Sure, sure, get in here!" I said and stepped back to let the guy in. He
went immediately over to the fire, which was now only a pile of orange
embers. Held out his hands and shivered.

"Man, man, what happened to you?"

"Car went into a brook. Thought it was just a puddle, looked like just a
puddle, honest, but the water went up over the fenders. Barely got out
through the window and splashed out. Don't know if my car is even still
there, it may have washed downstream!" He shivered again, hard and put his
hands back over the embers. Further down.

"You'd better get dry." I said sympathetically. "You are soaked and it's
not very warm in here anyhow."

"Got a towel?" He asked. "And a blanket."

"A towel, yeah." I said. "But no blankets other than are on my bed."

The man eyed the bed. "Can you spare one of them?"

"Uh...yeah." I was actually thinking that the two I had weren't warm enough
as it was. Shit, and I hadn't brought in any more wood for the fire. I had
planned to dress and dart out and build one in the morning. Hell, I had
planned everything for a warm weekend, remember? I didn't have that much to
cope with the 20-degree drop in temperature we'd had since last night! Much
less share it with a stranded stranger.

The guy was struggling out of his clothing. Right, a towel. At least I had
two towels, I could let him use one to dry off. I went over to fetch it,
had to search through my bags to find them (I hadn't unpacked much so far)
and turned back to the guy.

He was wearing only his briefs, and they were sagging from the heavy weight
of water they were holding. His arms were around himself and he was
shuddering. He let go of himself and picked up the poker, poked at the
embers, which promptly sorted themselves apart and turned from dark orange
to gray.

He looked over to the bed, and then to me. "Here's the towel." I said and
he took it and scrubbed at his hair, his face, his shoulders. His skin was
pale and his arms covered with goose-bumps. When he started on his legs, I
offered, "Better skin out of those briefs, too, or you'll end up with
chapped balls." I hesitated. "And you don't want to wear them in the bed
anyhow."

"Sure." the guy promptly stripped out of those dripping briefs and went for
the bed. His ass were a pair of oblong, nearly rectangular globes. From
this angle, I didn't see his crotch or even his balls, but hell, wet and
cold as he was, they'd probably crawled up into his abdomen and decided to
stay there until they felt safe to come out.

He got into the bed and under the covers, and I said, "Leave room for
me. I'm not sleeping on the floor myself."

"Sure." the guy said, "Thanks. I may decide to live after all."

"Bad, was it?" I said as I looked at him.

"I had to walk nearly three miles." the guy said. "I knew your cabin was
here, I passed it on the road going down the mountain. It was all I could
think of, coming here. If you hadn't let me in, I don't know what I would
have done."

"This is turning into a crappy vacation for me, too." I agreed.

"Yeah." the guy said. "And thanks again for letting me stay here."

"I'd better fetch in some wood for the fire tomorrow morning." I
said. "Give it a chance to dry out before I try to light it. I was never a
Boy Scout."

"I was." the guy yawned. "Sorry."

"I'll go get the wood." I said.

And I braved that storm wearing only my boxers and my coat which I pulled
over my shoulders. One trip, the woodpile was some fifty feet away from the
front door. Making that trip was misery incarnate. How this guy walked
three miles in this was a tribute to the human survival instinct.

When I got back in, the guy was sound asleep, the sleep that said he was
totally wiped out and wouldn't wake up for anything less than an atomic
blast. Suited me. I was soaking wet and more than ready to get under those
covers myself. My boxers were soaking wet, as was my coat. I got out of the
coat, looked at my bags. Shit, I couldn't remember which one held my clean
shorts. To hell with it! Shivering, I stripped out of them and shivered
harder, padded over to the bed and climbed in. The combination of covers
and the heat of the other guy's body made it warm, warmer than I'd
expected. Been outside longer than I'd thought. I settled in and with my
arm barely touching the other guy's back, I lay and listened to the
pounding of the rain. Sounded like it was coming down harder than ever now.

I don't know how long I slept, I know it was still dark when I woke
again. I had turned in my sleep and was lying up against the guy, my chest
against his back, spoon-fashion. He shifted again and I realized that this
had awakened me. My cock, which was hard courtesy of a half-remembered
dream, was pushing against his buttocks.

I started to shift away when his upper leg shifted, raised upwards. His
upper arm slipped down to between his legs, reached out and caught my
now-rigid shaft and pulled it in between his legs, his leg closed down over
it again. Shit! But he didn't move again and I decided he had just made the
best of a bad situation. The position was now more comfortable for both of
us. And he was nice and warm, and those two covers we had weren't nearly
enough to be warm without his body heat. I left us as we were and went back
to sleep. Dropping off to sleep, I felt him working his hips back and forth
now and then, but the sensation, while more than the shift of a person
asleep, was something less than passion. More like a physical way of saying
"thank you."

When I awoke again, I was in the same position, but alone in the
bed. Opening my eyes, I looked to see my bed partner at the
fireplace. Using the wood I had brought the night before to start the
fire. He moved with easy grace, and the body that had seemed so timid and
pitiable the night before was now sleek and smooth. His now-dry hair was a
light brown, his face which had been scrunched in misery was now smooth,
clean...handsome, the body which had been shriveled in the rain was now a
harmony of masculine, muscled beauty. Nude, he moved like this state of
dishabille was the normal state of all mankind. Starting the fire, he
turned back and saw me awake in the bed. "We'll give that a half hour or so
to build up and warm the place, then I'll fix us breakfast." he said.

"Sure." I said as he came back to the bed.

He got it, turning his back to me and he snuggled up against me again. "Did
I tell you my name last night?"

"No." I said, then thought. "No, I don't think so."

"I'm Michael."

"Ken." I gave him mine.

He snuggled in a bit more, his buttocks pushing into my basket. My legs
were up a bit too high to make the contact complete, but his body shoved at
me gently until he had us in the same position as the night before.

My cock, now with the warmth of his butt against it, began to swell
again. "We need to try to get your car out of the brook." I said. I had a
fair idea of where he had gone under, a small, shallow brook the road
didn't bother putting a bridge over. Easily fordable by any auto...except
when it was swollen by the rain that had pelted this place for nearly 24
hours straight now.

"It's a rental." Michael said sleepily. "Forget it. When the rain stops,
we'll go see what it looks like. Later." His ass wiggled against my cock
and the shaft swelled again. His leg went up and his hand came down and
laid my dong back between his legs and he closed upon it again. "Go back to
sleep, it's barely dawn."

"Yeah." I said. I still wasn't 100% certain about all this...until his hips
moved back and forth, and kept on moving. His thighs were miking at my pud
now.

So I began to hunch with him. My cock throbbed with the pleasure of
this. "You don't have to do this." I offered.

"I didn't think I had to." Michael sighed and moved faster.

"Mmmm!" I grunted as the pleasure wove through me. "This feels nice."

"Do it faster!" Michael whispered huskily. "Please! I want to feel it
moving back and forth, so hot, so damned hot!"

"Yeah, it is." I said. And it was. I mean, think about it. A cabin in the
forests up on a mountain, the weather outside cold and raining heavily. A
gray dawn gave a dim lighting to the room, broken by the building orange
highlights from the fire as it licked at the still-damp wood, making
sizzling sounds as the water boiled out and turned into steam. The quilts
were covering us, warm, intimate...private. Our movements under the covers
were obliterated by their sedentary heaviness, nothing showed, only a sort
of whispering sound that was our bodies shifting back and forth beneath
them. Everything was warm, as warm as you can get on a cold morning of late
autumn when the fire hasn't really heated the room yet. The covers are
almost womb-like, you feel protected and secure and safe and almost
floating.

And in that sanctuary, the two of us were sharing our passion, our joy. I
held Michael as well as I could in that side-by-side position, then my hand
slid down to grasp his dong. Michael gasped as I took hold of it, his prong
was long and slender in my hand, the glans was seamlessly a part of the
shaft, a bulb shape at the top with no flare to disturb the smooth glide of
the cockskin as I pumped it back and forth.

Michael moaned, long, low and slow, and my own body felt that moan and it
trembled in resonance to that sound, the feel of his thighs upon my pud as
I stroked it in and out of their clutch, the warmth of the bed as our
bodies moved and frictioned upon the sheets all heavy with the aroma of the
night-sweat of two men, the sizzle of the fire that was diminishing as the
logs dried out, warmed, caught fire and gave out with heat of their own.

My body was shivering with my desire as Michael's groans rose in volume and
tempo, he was close to coming, my body, my heat, the simple feel of my cock
between his legs and my hand on his prod, this was all he was needing, to
be held and loved and stroked, that was sending him into the realm of
passion's agony.

"Uhhh, ohhh, ohhh, ahhh, ahhh, uhhh, uhhh, yeah, uhhh, uhhhh, uhhhh, gahhh,
yeah, gahhh, yeah, yeah, oh, oh, yeah, oh, oh, oh!" Michael's voice began
to take on an urgency, the hungry sound of a man needing more, more, more!

My own body responded to this and I began to hump at him in a frantic pace,
I wanted to join him in this if I could, feel his body spasming in lust as
I squirted my own load into the space between his legs, dampening them and
soaking his balls with my jizz, pleasure him as I pleasured myself, turn
this into an intimate moment of two men's bodies locked in passion.

"Yeah, oh, oh, I'm coming, I'm coming, oh, oh, oh!" Michael moaned. "Oh,
oh, oh!"

"Yeah, come on, shoot it, shoot it!" I urged him as I pumped his dong,
rammed my own back and forth between his legs, he was wrapped up in me, my
arm over him, my body against his, my legs pressing up against his own with
bent knees and thrusting buttocks that sent my cock into frantic steaming
delight!

"I'm coming, oh, oh, AH, AHAH, AHAH, AH, AH, AH, AH, GUH-HUHHHHH!" Michael
groaned and I felt his cock's shaft pulse as the hot squirts of jizz pelted
the sheets over him, I got it on my hand by proxy from the sheets as my
hand pulled out on his pud and milked out even more.

It was time, I told my body, now, do it now, now, please, now! My cock was
more than ready, it sent me rising waves of ecstasy that I rode like a
professional surfer, I closed my eyes and held Michael tightly to me, and
my prod poured its load of spunk into the pressure of Michael's legs and
coated them with my seed, the stickiness made the further thrusts more
joyful than ever. I moaned as the jizz spilled out, the pleasure washed
through and over me, leaving me drained, cleaned, renewed and relaxed.

Done, we both breathed heavily for a time, then Michael said to
me. "Thanks, Ken. That was good, real good."

"I thought so, too."

Michael turned onto his back, my arms remained where they were, now across
his chest. "Sounds like the rain is stopping."

I listened myself, I hadn't been hearing the rain so much, but in sex's
pseudo-world, I hadn't noticed. "I guess it is."

Michael sighed. "I guess we had better try to rescue the car." he
said. "Let me fix you breakfast and we'll go take a look for it. Wonder if
my clothes are dry enough to put back on. I left everything I had in the
car."

"Heading back down the mountain?" I asked as he got out of bed.

"Yeah." Michael said. "Maybe. I guess so."

"Is that definite?" I smiled.

"Shit, still wet." Michael said. "If you don't mind looking at my bare butt
a bit longer, I'll hang them in front of the fire while I make
breakfast. It's getting warm enough in here to be bare, anyhow."

"It is." I agreed. The fire was now roaring away.

While scrambling eggs, Michael said. "I should tell you something."

"What's that?" I was now dressed and sitting at the bare-wood table at a
bare-wood chair.

Michael turned around and I saw his cock, still looking lean and pink
though flaccid, under the skillet. "I'm married." he said.

"Oh." I blinked at that.

"Look, I'm not trying to make anything out of...what happened here."
Michael went on. "My wife and I had a big fight, another big fight, I guess
I should say. She told me to get out and never come back. I had a friend
who owned the cabin up the mountain and he let me use it a few days. It's
like this place, only barer, just walls and a ceiling and an iron stove in
the middle. No phone. I was driving back to find a phone and talk with my
wife, see if I was welcomed back yet or not. It wasn't like the cabin I was
in was any fun at all."

"Well..." I was at a loss as to what to say. Decided on, "Well, I'm ready
to give up on this cabin myself. Why don't we get your car out of the brook
if we can, I have a winch on the front of my pickup (I'd rented smarter
than Michael for this week in the mountains) and we can hook on and pull it
up to dry land if we can reach it. After that, you can ride with me down to
the rental place or where you left your own car or whatever."

"Thanks." Michael said again. "That's one answer. I guess."

"Uh?" It was only a sound, an inquiry that slipped out of me. I'd expected
another thank-you, after all, wouldn't you?

Michael brought over the skillet of eggs and scooped half of the contents
into my plate, the other on his own. The bacon and toast had already been
made, he turned back and brought the pair of plates that held them, plopped
them between us. "I didn't tell you just what my wife and I were always
fighting about. I think you can guess, given what we just did."

"Oh." I was being really articulate here, wasn't I? I tried again when
something occurred to me. "So you said one answer to my suggestion. What
are you thinking?"

"It's going to be a long, rainy week up here, you know."

"Yeah, I know." I agreed.

"Nothing much to do if you can't go outside."

"Yeah."

"So maybe I thought, we could get the car out, maybe, rescue my stuff from
the back seat if it's still even in there...." Michael trailed off.

"And then?"

"We come back here and I keep you company until the rain stops. That is, if
you wouldn't mind some company while you wait?"

I looked across at the handsome, grinning, naked man seated across the
table, and heard the sound of the rain starting back up again, as bad as
ever. And suddenly, the rest of this mountain-cabin weekend was sounding a
lot better!

				  THE END
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