One Day in Summer

Sonny led Bobby down Bushy Creek Road, the old dirt road rough under the tires of their bicycles. They followed the hard-packed rut, bouncing over the washboard sections. Sweat cascaded down their bare torsos leaving trails through the dirt. They pedaled steadily, making their way to the old Miller place on the other side of Bushy Creek. Skinny knees rotated up and down as they poked fun at each other, making light of the derogatory remarks they heard aimed at each of them by their classmates. White trash, dirty, dumb rednecks and other labels that the two boys heard far too often, knowing where there was truth, it was not of their making. Even with their good natures, the taunts still hurt. There were even teachers who uttered the derogatory labels, made worse by their double standards, always giving the popular boys leeway when acting up, but always punishing them for any slight. Sonny endured it, stared down teachers who dared face him with their prejudices. For Bobby it was harder. He couldn’t accept his fate as easily as Sonny. The unfairness of it riled him, and his introverted nature around others made it worse with his inability to stand up to it. But together, Bobby found the support he needed to endure it all. The two of them were natural friends, opposites in nature but so many similarities with their lot in life.

They were seniors, with passing grades, a miracle with how no one would assist them when they needed it. So, they studied together, worked through the problems assigned as best they could. And when the assignments were done, they grabbed up their bikes and rode. They covered miles of the county, riding the two-lane highways and dirt roads that cut across the land of fields and pine. They explored abandoned places and created their own sanctuaries. When they were twelve, they built a tree house on Shell Creek down behind the Primitive Baptist Church, for the old members would never go down into the woods and discover it. When they turned fourteen, they found an abandoned Chevy van in the woods below Pine Bluff Springs and it became a club house. They used old seat cushions from discarded sofas and a coffee table as furnishings and a lantern from the pawn shop for light, and in winter, whatever heat it would throw out. And they discovered the Miller barn, one that hadn’t been used since Mr. Miller’s passing ten years before. They sneaked in by the fire lane that ran up the property along one side. At sixteen they rode into Bonnet, the small town to the north, and found the abandoned textile mill on the outskirts of town. The windows were gone leaving large openings that let anything come into the slowly deteriorated building. Animals, insects, kudzu vines along the southern wall and even an oak tree that grew out of the floor and through a window opening on the west side. And on Loxahatchee Road, they would climb the fire tower at the forest station and watch the birds hovering in the rising heat and crop dusters that left clouds of poison in their wake as they zoomed over fields. Or they would just stare into the distance at the low rolling land, dull and gray in the distance.

They crossed the bridge over the creek and stood on the pedals to climb the other side, the grade steeper, the dirt road’s surface washed out worse. They bounced across the cuts across the ruts and the washboard surfaces till they neared the top of the next plateau. Sonny was in the led and Bobby followed as he cut off the road, raced down into the ditch and over a mound of dirt meant to block vehicular access to the fire lane. Sonny, then Bobby jumped the mound of dirt and pedaled hard to keep up their pace as they wove along dodging the saplings that sprang up in the clear lane. They rode through the pine, the trees in rows perpendicular to the lane, till they came to the fence, and the field of cotton beyond. It was farmed by the Saunders who leased the fields from Mrs. Miller.

They stashed their bikes in the edge of pine were understory trees and weeds grew tall and thick. It concealed their bikes from any forest service personnel that might venture down the fire lane, or any hunters out scouting the land for the best places to hunt come fall. They had to follow the fence line up to the front of the field then ease along the narrow lane that separated it from the one that faced Passmore Road, the paved highway that Bushy Creek Road eventually connected. The barn was positioned at the back of the old homeplace, where the three fields of the Miller place came together, separated by lanes lined with trees. Mr. Saunders didn’t use the barn, so it sat, all closed up. Mrs. Miller had sold off most of the tractors and implements but inside the barn there was still an old Ford tractor from the 1950’s and an early 1970’s Ford grain truck, its white paint faded to a dull chalky surface. The box on back was red, also faded to a dull flat finish that looked more pink than red.

Sonny went up to the door on the back of the barn and using his knife, slipped the 2 X 4 used to barricade it. He worked the board up and out of the steel bracket, then eased the door open. He went inside, Bobby close behind. The interior was dark, with square beams of light from upper windows cutting through the darkness. One hit the front of the grain truck making its chrome grill shine.

Bobby followed Sonny to the truck, and when Sonny went right to the driver’s side, he went left to the passenger’s side. They climbed up in the truck, sitting on the vinyl bench seat that stretched the width of the cab. The truck had a four-speed transmission and the gear stick angled up out of the floor till it was near the large steering wheel. For about a minute, Sonny acted like a kid, pretending to drive the truck, shifting gears and rocking the steering wheel back and forth. Bobby laughed at the silliness of it, egging him on. Then they settled down, Sonny shifting over closer to Bobby to get out from under the steering wheel with the gear shift between his spread legs. They scooted down on the seat, asses to the edge of the seat, unable to see out the windshield. They sat silent. A tension rose between them, the same one that occurred often in the last three years. They cut their eyes over to the other. Sonny rocked his right leg back and forth till it touched Bobby’s leg then he pulled away and stopped.

They looked at each other’s bare chest and stomach. They were flat from neck down to their waist, both hairless, still more boy than man. Their pants gapped at their stomachs with each inhale. Their skin glistened in the dim light, still wet with sweat from their bike ride. There were trails in the dirt where sweat had trickled down from under arms or down chests. Across their stomachs were lines of dirt where their stomachs created folds when they bent over. Sonny wore jeans, frayed and worn till almost white, with both knees blown out. They fit loose on his waist and Bobby wondered how easily he could slip his hand down the front of them and touch Sonny. Bobby wore khakis cut off into shorts. The legs were baggy around his legs, and the left front pocket torn out, revealing the white of his briefs. Sonny looked at them wondering what it would be like to slide into the footwell and slip a hand up one leg till he was touching Bobby.

Sweaty arms rubbed against each other. The contact was slick, wet, and Bobby fought the urge to move his arm. He wanted the contact to continue, and Sonny seemed to want the same thing, keeping still to maintain it. Bobby looked down Sonny’s body till his eyes roamed over the bulging crotch. He thought about all the times he had seen Sonny naked. The flaccid cock that hung over its sac and the fan of hair over it. He imaged how it would look erect. He imaged touching it, taking it in his hand. His own cock stirred as it grew erect with his sexual imaginings.

Sonny reached over suddenly and grabbed his crotch, “you’ve got a hardon!” he exclaimed.

“What…no…no…” Bobby stammered as he tried to move way.

“Yes, you do.”

Bobby tried to turn away, but Sonny held him down as fingers dug into his crotch griping his cock. It flexed hard with the manipulation.

“You horny bastard,” said Sonny as he felt the thickening cock, the hardness of it through the thin cotton fabric.

Bobby was freaked out, his best friend catching him with a hardon, one he got thinking about the two of them doing things. He reached over, a defensive reflex and grabbed Sonny by the crotch and felt a thick hard cock beneath the soft denim.

“You’re hard too?!” Bobby exclaimed.

Sonny relaxed his grip and fell back, breathing hard. “Yeah, I’m so horny I can’t stand it” he said not looking at Bobby. Then he looked over, eyes half closed, “but you are too.”

“It’s just…” Bobby stammered, falling silent, knowing he was about to lie.

They sat still watching the flex of hard cock within their pants, the thick tube of flesh stretched out to the side, Sonny’s to the right pointing toward Bobby, and Bobby’s stretching out to the left, pointing toward Sonny.

“We could help each other out” Sonny whispered, as he let his fingers rake the fabric of Bobby khaki shorts along the thigh. He didn’t think Bobby would feel it, but Bobby did, and his cock flexed again, getting harder.

“What do you mean?”

“You know, just jerk each other off. That’s all.”

After a long silence, Bobby shifted down lower. “Okay.”

They put hands on the other’s stomach, slid them down the slick skin, raking trials through the dirt. Fingers touched waistbands, rubbed back and forth along the front, then slowly, nervously, slipped beneath and pushed downward. Sonny moved over the front of Bobby’s briefs feeling the soft cotton fabric till beneath it, he felt the hard tube of flesh, Bobby’s dick, and he curled his fingers around it. Bobby moaned as he gripped it.

Bobby had his hand at Sonny’s waistband, aware of how the stomach moved up and down with Sonny’s breathing. When he felt Sonny’s hand on his cock he pushed beneath the waistband and without thinking, he slipped his fingers underneath the boxers and down the bare skin of Sonny’s abdomen. He raked his fingers through pubic hair till he felt the base of Sonny’s dick. He trialed them along its length till he felt the head, slipped free of its foreskin. He wrapped his fingers around it and felt Sonny push through his grasp.

“Fuck” Sonny uttered.

They toyed with each other with their hands shoved down pants till they grew frustrated by the restriction.

“Let’s take off our pants” Sonny whispered, and Bobby nodded his head.

The slipped their hands free and with asses raised off the seat, undid the buttons, pulled zippers down and slipped everything down their legs till they were naked, and cocks angled up hard. Bobby was already wet, a bead pooled in the slit and Sonny wondered what it would taste like, afraid to do it, to go further than agreed upon.

They looked at their differences. Sonny’s cock was long, lean like his body with loose skin around the head. It curved slightly and flexed over his stomach. Bobby wasn’t was long but his cock got thick when erect, and it leaked a lot when he was aroused, the bead at the slit trickling down the head as Sonny watched. There was a hesitation, both looking at the other. Sonny reached over first and took Bobby. He grasped the shaft and rubbed his thumb over the head. Bobby shivered and let a small cry escape. Then he reached over and took Sonny in hand.

They stroked each other with eyes glued to their hands stroking the other’s hard cocks. Their breathing grew labored, legs spread till knees were pressed together, as hands moved faster and faster. The more they became aroused by the other’s hand, the faster they stroked.

It was nothing but the touch of the other that pushed them, made them feel so aroused they couldn’t hold back. Sonny came first, shaking and thrusting upward with his hips till Bobby could feel the long cock flex in his hand. It thickened even more then erupted. With each new flex cum arched out and rained down on Sonny’s face and chest. He came more than usual, shot longer, each wad hot against his skin. The smell of it filled the cab, mixed with the scent of sweat.

Bobby breathed in it, inhaled deeply as he grew close. He arched his back while shivering with need. He cried out, noisily, gutturally, as his shoved upward through Sonny’s fist. He felt a tightening of grip as he thickened, the head flaring wider. Then he came, cum flying everywhere as Sonny kept stroking him roughly. It splattered over Bobby’s face and chest, the seat back and even on Sonny’s arm and chest. Thick pools puddled down Bobby’s chest till the last dribbled out falling on his stomach.

“Jesus you cum a lot” Sonny whispered as he milked the last drop from Bobby’s cock, letting it slide over his thumb. He brought his hand to his nose and smelled it. This essence of Bobby as he thought of it. He wanted to lick it off, to taste it, but he felt Bobby’s eyes on him, watching his every move. Too soon. Wait till next time and we’ll go a little further.

They lay on the seat, heads bent against its back, legs splayed in the footwell, not moving. They held their wet hands up, afraid to touch anything. Cum turned runny and trickled over their sides tickling the skin.

“It’s everywhere” Bobby mumbled.

“Yes” Sonny replied as he leaned up and pulled his jeans and boxers up, fitting them back in place, the waistband wetted by cum. “Leave it to dry on your skin. Come on, let’s ride. I need to ride.”

Bobby pulled up his khaki shorts and climbed down. Cum trickled down his chest and stomach wetting the waistband. He was already sweaty and dirty therefore the cum didn’t matter to him either. He followed Sonny back to the rear door where they propped up the 2 X 4 to drop in place when they closed the door and headed out.

Sonny led as usual, as they pedaled down the road. They kept up a fast pace at first, working their legs to the point of exhaustion. Bobby stayed close behind. He liked to follow Sonny, watch the way his legs moved, the look of his long lean back, and how he could see the outline of some vertebra and the shoulder blades as they moved with his shifting body. Sonny’s body was similar to his own. Skinny, long necked and long limbed and it made him feel better about himself. He saw the attractiveness of Sonny, the beauty of his body, and it made him feel less self-conscious about his own. And there was the fact he saw how Sonny looked at him, those long stares he saw out of the corner of his eyes. He had hoped he was right, that Sonny liked him more than a friend. A few minutes ago, he felt it, the way Sonny touched him, held his cock, stroking him to ejaculation. He knew he was right. He smiled like a fool, then laughed aloud, making Sonny look back.

“What’s so funny?” Sonny asked.

“Nothing” Bobby replied laughing louder. Sonny looked at him and sensed the reason and he laughed too, so hard he nearly ran off the road.

When they came to the end of the dirt road, Sonny went left, heading south. Bobby followed, wondering which of their secret places he was heading. They rode for five miles, settled into a slower rhythm, letting the dashed lines slip by. Sonny turned on Buchanan Lane, a narrow-paved road, unmarked of any lines, that cut through a small stand of hardwoods. They passed a cemetery and followed the path of the road as it made two hard ninety degree turns around the old Buchanan place, its old two-story farmhouse sitting among a few oak trees. They crossed Pine Bluff Springs, a narrow stream that was spring fed, with crystal clear waters and a sandy bottom, and road up the grade till they came to the plateau. Sonny stopped in the road and Bobby pulled up along side seeing what caused Sonny to stop as soon as he came alongside. The pine that had stood on the left, the section they found the old Chevy van was being clear cut. The sound of saws could be clearly heard, and a pulpwood truck was pulling out, long logs of pine stacked on its trailer. Looking across the section already clear cut, they could see the old van out in the open.

“I think we have lost one of our places” Bobby uttered as he looked over at Sonny.

“Yep. Let’s go” Sonny replied, heading on down the road. Bobby fell in behind him. He didn’t question where they were heading next, for he knew by the direction they were going. The road would cross Highway 36, then snake into the south side of Bonnet, some eight miles to the north.

The sun climbed higher in the sky, the burning orb heating the air till it felt like an oven. The horizon blurred with rising heat from the ground and clouds of gnats hovered a few feet above it. The boys felt the heat of the sun on their bodies, skin growing hot, sweat covering much of it, unable to evaporate in the humid air. They rode along the edge of the road that offered some relief by an occasional oak or cottonwood. Trees that provided shade from the relentless heat, even if the papermills viewed them as trash trees, to be killed after the cutting of pine prior to replanting.

They cut through the Sweet Water and Willow neighborhoods, then rode along Fourth Street to the other side of town. After a few miles the mill came into view, towering over the trees that lined the road. Its red brick walls looked massive even with their windows knocked out. Bobby fell in behind Sonny, following him through a narrow gap in the fence along the side of the property and around to the back of the building where passing cars could not see them. They pulled their bikes inside, leaned them against the wall and moved through the ruins of the interior. The busted and bent furniture, the metal components of machinery that most had been recycled as scrap and the detritus of those who have ventured inside before. Broken beer bottles, small mounds of burnt wood from fires, used condoms and other trash. Bobby followed Sonny across the open space heading toward the concrete stair on the far wall. The upper floors were not as bad and were the places they felt safer. Places others didn’t venture as often. A place they could be left alone.

The air wasn’t as hot, but it was musty, with a scent of sweet rot and dust. Bobby looked at Sonny’s dirt streaked back, the sweat still trickling down it, thinking of the all the times they had been called white trash. It was in these moments they accepted it, reveled in it. Thought ‘fuck you’ every time they passed one of their classmates and saw their stares. The judgment they were nothing but trash, two people that should be thrown away. Sonny walked through the busted door frame, the door long gone, and began to climb, Bobby just behind him. They went past the second and third floors and continued up to the fourth, coming out into the wide-open expanse of the space. There were two more floors but this one aligned with the lower roof of the wing of the building that went out the back side. A roof hidden from passing motorists.

They split apart, each angling across the space in a different direction. Sonny walked along the back wall, kicking at bottles causing them to roll out toward the center of the room. Bobby walked along the front wall, passing through the squares of sunlight that penetrated the space through the window openings. The glass had been busted out, only a few corners left hanging in the metal frames and he could feel the hot air blow in against his skin. He watched Sonny from the corner of his eye. Wiping a hand down his sweaty chest he felt the slickness of his cum mixed with sweat, and in the calm air of the building, he could smell it too. It came back to him, the feel of Sonny’s hand on his cock. He grew aroused thinking about it. Leaning on a windowsill, looking through the grid of the window frame, he watched a pulpwood truck pass the site, the engine struggling with its load. His focus went from the road and passing traffic to a buzzard circling something on the other side to a crop duster heading toward the small airport to his imaginings, those moments captured in his mind. Sonny naked by him in the grain truck, their cocks hard, each being stroked by the other. Then there was the way Sonny came, with the spurting of cum from his cock and how it rained down on Sonny’s chest and stomach. Then he remembered his own release. How it shook him, how he couldn’t hold back. The feel of Sonny’s hand on his cock as it ejaculated each wad. It aroused him to think of it. He wanted it to happen again, and he wanted more to happen. He wanted to go further with Sonny, do those things the other boys called queer and gay.

“Bobby?”

Sonny’s voice was close. Right behind Bobby and he froze, eyes locked straight ahead.

“Sonny?”

“Are you okay?  I mean, you’re not freaked out about what we did…”

“No. No Sonny, I’m not freaked out.”

Bobby sensed Sonny moving closer. He wasn’t sure he heard a footfall or if some other sense made him aware of it.

“Would you do it again?” Sonny asked in a whisper, so low Bobby struggled to hear him.

“Yes…and more” Bobby replied, admitting something he feared was a confession. Something that was going too far. But he had to say it, couldn’t hold back, not now. He wanted to go further. He wanted Sonny and if it meant he was queer, a faggot, someone who was gay, then so be it. Fuck the boys who called him that.

“Me too” Sonny replied.

Bobby felt the hands touch his sides, gently, barely grazing the skin, but as they moved around his waist the touch tightened till it was a hug and Sonny’s body pressed against his back.  Exhales of hot breath hit his neck then the touch of lips. The hands moved upward across his chest, then one hand moved further up, cupping his chin turning his head.

“Is this okay?” Sonny asked as he kissed the side of Bobby’s face.

“Yes” Bobby replied, the word exhaled, making him sound out of breath.

Bobby felt Sonny pressed against his back, the thickening tube of flesh against his ass. He pushed back increasing the feel of it. He put his hands on Sonny’s thighs, feeling the soft worn denim as he rubbed up and down while lips touched his neck, moved along the side of face then held the earlobe giving it a tug.

A hand slid down Bobby’s stomach, slipped beneath the waistband of his khakis, beneath the boxers and moved down his abdomen. The hand moving closer and closer to his cock made it flex and grow harder. Fingers combed through his pubic hard, trailed along his cock then held it firmly, giving it a squeeze. He moaned, then held his head back, resting it on Sonny’s shoulder and cried out.

Bobby filled Sonny’s hand, grew rock hard and began to move his hips pushing through the tight grasp. Sonny let him, held still while Bobby pushed and pulled his cock through the tight fist that encircled his cock within the confines of his clothes.

The hand let go and before Bobby could protest, Sonny was guiding him to turn around. They faced each other and Bobby looked into the familiar brown eyes, watching as they descended in front of him. Sonny sank to his knees and began to undo Bobby’s khaki shorts. The button was slipped free, zipper pulled down then the shorts tugged down till around Bobby’s feet. Sonny helped Bobby step free of the khaki shorts laying them to the side. Then he raised up, reaching for the briefs, taking the waistband on each hip while he moved his mouth to the bulge in front. Bobby’s cock tented the front, and Sonny’s mouth moved along its length till at the head. He encircled it with his lips and sucked through the fabric making Bobby shudder. The fabric grew wetter as Sonny toyed with Bobby’s cock, worked his mouth over the head then back down the shaft. Bobby swayed, put a hand on top of Sonny’s head, fingers intertwined through the straw blonde hair to steady himself.

Bobby closed his eyes and focused his entire being on Sonny’s mouth as it touched him. Then he was aware of his briefs sliding down, worked out over his erection and tugged down his thighs till they became loose. Sonny let them drop to his ankles and he kicked them off, unconcerned how far away they landed. He didn’t care for he wanted this nakedness. To be exposed to Sonny, open to his ministrations. He opened his eyes and watched Sonny take his cock, lips around the head then pushed down along the thick shaft till it was gone from sight.

Sonny moved on Bobby’s cock, a steady rhythm pushing forward then pulling back. The heat of the mouth, the feel of the lips sliding along his cock and tongue working the shaft then the head increased his arousal. He closed his hand into a fist gripping Sonny by the hair struggling not to start fucking with his hips. Sonny’s hands rubbed up each thigh, roamed up his hips and over his stomach and chest. Every touch fueled his arousal. A hand raked over his nipples and the hard nubs tingled with the touch.

“I’m going to come” Bobby exclaimed, thinking Sonny would pull off and stroke him to release. But the lips locked around the head of his cock while a hand stroked the shaft. Sonny was pushing him to cum. To cum in his mouth. Bobby shuddered and shoved forward as he came. His cock flexed in Sonny’s mouth then filled it with his load. The hand kept working him and the lips stayed locked around the head, as he jerked with each ejaculation. Then he was spent and unable to stand the manipulation of his cock another second. He pushed Sonny’s head off while gasping for breath.

“S-s-t-t-t-o-o-p-p” Bobby stammered as he tried to catch his breath. His cock bobbed in Sonny’s face, wet and glistening from Sonny’s spit. Sonny took the shaft in hand and worked it up to the head milking the last of his load out causing it to bead at the slit. Bobby shuddered when Sonny licked it off.

Then they froze in place, Bobby naked, cock still hard, and Sonny before him, jeans open, hand grasping his hard cock. Sonny leaned back so Bobby could see him. The long lean torso, glistening wetly from sweat and the open jeans with cock angled up hard.

“You want to watch me?” Sonny asked.

“NO.”

“What?”

“No, Sonny. I want…” Bobby stammered, not sure how to admit how much he wanted to do to Sonny what Sonny had done to him. He reached down and tugged Sonny to his feet, swung him around and pushed him against the wall next to the window opening. He kissed Sonny, tasting his own cum, as he pushed down on the jeans and boxers with one hand. He went to his knees and helped Sonny free his legs tossing the jeans and boxers to the side further than necessary. He wanted them away from them. He wanted to be left naked, exposed, unconcerned with discovery. He pressed his face into the pubic hair over Sonny’s cock and inhaled the sweaty cum scent. He ran his hands up each leg feeling the soft hairs rake his palms and fingertips. Sonny’s cock slapped against the side of his face and he turned to it, putting his lips against the base of it. He kissed his way up the curving shaft then encircled the head. He captured the sweetness of precum and bore his tongue into the slit wanting more. Sonny shuddered and dug fingers into his shoulders.

Bobby moved forward, letting Sonny fill his mouth, the head pushing to the back of his throat. It connected them, made them one, however briefly. He held to each thigh as he moved along the long shaft. When the head was on his tongue, he swirled it around the flared head and loose skin feeling Sonny’s shuddering.

“Oh fuck…Bobby…” Sonny exclaimed.

Cum gushed from Sonny’s cock, and wads hit the back of Bobby’s throat then filled his mouth. He held his mouth on the spurting cock till it stopped, then he swallowed, once, twice, three times, till only the cock remained resting on his tongue. He tightened his lips around the shaft and drew back, milking the last drop from it. Sonny leaned against the wall with eyes closed as Bobby stood.

“Sonny?”

“Yeah, Bobby?”

“You okay?”

“Perfect” Sonny replied as he bolted forward capturing Bobby by the neck and pulling their lips together.

They chased each other around the floor, their naked bodies covered in sweat and dirt. They didn’t care, as they trapped each other in a corner or against a column, pressing lips and bodies together. They didn’t have a care in the world. They didn’t care how they looked mad, crazy, running around hollering how they were white trash, queer, and cock suckers, laughing at their rebellious nature, this refusal to own the negative aspects of the taunts that had been hurled their way.

Sonny pushed Bobby against one of the masonry columns and using his finger, wrote ‘mine’ in the dirt smeared over Bobby’s stomach. It made Bobby laugh for the strokes of the finger were ticklish. He pushed Sonny back and wrote across his stomach ‘Bobby sucked this’ with an arrow pointing down. They howled with laughter, chased each some more, circling the floor, zig zagging around columns till exhausted. They stood in the middle of the room with hands on knees and sweat dripping from their faces, still laughing.

The wind picked up suddenly, blew through the open windows picking up dust and debris. There were swirls of it blowing around the open space and Bobby and Sonny had to cover their faces. At one of the windows they saw the sky in the west was dark, violet and purple and bruised blues. Lightning streaked the sky and thunder roiled the air. Just above the horizon they saw the rains, the streaked sky a wall of water heading their way.

“Fuck, a thunderstorm” Sonny uttered as they watched its approach.

“I bet it doesn’t last long. The wind is blowing too hard” said Bobby as he leaned on the rough masonry of the windowsill and watched the storm approach. Where Sonny seemed to grow anxious by the thunderstorm, he found it fascinating. The way the wind picked up, sometimes blowing toward the storm then switching directions and blowing in the path of its travel. How lightning would cross the sky or connect the ground to the cloud, followed by the thunderous sound. He would count the seconds between the two and estimate the distance, always amazed at how the light traveled faster than the sound.

The storm blew upon them quickly, and with it the rain. Large drops fell sporadically in the first minute then the wall of falling rain came across the land, crossed the road and showered the building heavily. Water blew in through the window openings and Bobby let it hit him, the coolness of it refreshing. It streaked his chest and stomach as he faced it.

“Bobby, get back. You’re going to get struck by lightning” Sonny admonished, himself already back into the center of the room.

“Okay” Bobby replied, moving back to stand next to Sonny as they watched the rain fall all around the building. The heat left the air, and goosebumps covered them, but it felt good after the way it made them sweat. They sat against a column and closed their eyes, listening to the rain, feeling the cool air blow across their bodies.

The front of the storm blew through quickly, and behind the howling winds and hard rains of its front came a slow rain. The winds stopped and everything settled to a calm state.

“Sonny?”

“Yeah?”

“Come on, lets go on the roof and let the rain wash us off” said Bobby as he got to his feet.

Bobby took Sonny by the hand and led him to the back windows that overlooked the lower roof. They climbed through one opening and out onto the roof. Arms raised up they slowly turned in the falling rain letting the water cascade down their faces, and over their bodies. At first, they were streaked with dirt and grime but after a few minutes the water ran clear and their skin seemed to shine in the dim light of the cloudy sky. Bobby moved up behind Sonny, putting arms around his chest and nuzzling the back of his head. No longer did they smell of dirt and farmlands and the abandoned factory and cum. They smelled of the rain and their own natural scent.

Bobby reached down and fondled Sonny, made him aroused till cock stuck straight out hard as a rock. He kissed the side of Sonny’s neck and moved around to stand in front of him. He pressed his body against Sonny’s straddling the hard cock, letting it slip beneath his balls. He rocked his hips, rubbing his ass along its length as they kissed and touched each other. His cock grew hard between them, pushed up against Sonny’ stomach as he rocked his hips forward. Leaning back, looking up into the falling rain, he felt Sonny kiss his neck then down to the hollow spot below it.

Bobby wanted Sonny. He wanted a physical connection between them. To feel Sonny within him. He turned and bent at the waist with hands on knees. Looking over the left shoulder, his dark hair matted around his face, he begged Sonny.

“Put it in me…Sonny…do it.”

Sonny moved as if in a trance, eyes locked on Bobby. He ran a hand up Bobby’s spine feeling the vertebra that pushed up and the smooth skin that covered them. Stepping forward, he pushed his cock down and rubbed the head along Bobby’s ass. He raked it up and down the crevice then pushed against the rosebud opening. It was tight and fought against his entry. Bobby rocked forward and Sonny reached out with his other hand and held him steady at the waist. He pushed harder and felt the head squeeze through the tightness. Bobby raised up and cried out.

Sonny put his hand on Bobby’s back and felt the shivering as he pushed inward another inch, the head of his cock buried in Bobby’s hole. He kept pushing, slowly, gently, sinking inch after inch into Bobby till his hips pressed against ass. He felt his cock flex in the soft heat of Bobby’s hole. Holding Bobby by the waist, he pulled outward, slowly, feeling every inch tug at that tight opening till only the head remained. Then he pushed in again. He worked his cock through Bobby’s tightness till it loosened around his cock, then he began to fuck. To drive cock into Bobby’s depths.

Cool rainwater cascaded down their bodies. The cooled air goosebumped their skin. But there was a heat building in each of them. An internal fire, fueled by want, desire and lust. Sonny fucked faster, harder, at times his trusts harder enough to sound out the smack of hips against ass.

“Oh…OH…fuck me. Fuck me harder” Bobby pleaded as he rocked back on Sonny’s cock as it plunged into his depths.

Bobby reached for his own cock, and Sonny knocked his hand away.

“No…not yet” Sonny exclaimed between gritted teeth as he thrust inward again.

Bobby put his hands back on his knees and bent his head down watching the movement of Sonny’s legs between his own. He watched his cock as it flopped back and forth, sometimes smacking his stomach. Rain trickled from his hair and fell in a circle from around his face. It trickled around his torso and dripped to the roof. It ran down his legs. It cooled his skin as he grew hot within. Sonny’s hands tightened on his waist and the trusts into his depths grew ragged, no longer in rhythm. Sonny grunted and cursed, while jamming hips against Bobby’s ass. He shuddered and jammed against Bobby harder, desperate to go deeper.

“Fuck…I’m coming” Sonny uttered as he hammered at Bobby’s ass, pushing inward over and over with every ejaculation.

Then Sonny was in front of Bobby, bent over, hands on knees, looking over his shoulder pleading to be fucked.

Bobby moved to him with his cock so hard it ached for release. He rubbed it along the crevice of Sonny’s ass and circled the tight rosebud of his opening. Sonny’s hands touched his thighs, fingers digging into the flesh. He pushed forward and felt the tightness squeeze down on his cock head and he shuddered while pushing further inward. He pushed till he felt the heat of Sonny’s hole, the way it softly enveloped his cock once past the tight opening. He pushed and pushed till his hips pressed tightly against Sonny’s ass, then he held still savoring the feel of his cock inside him. Tightening his grip, he began to fuck. To pull outward and push back in. His pace increased quickly, encouraged by Sonny’s pleadings. Soon the sound of bodies coming together echoed over the roof. The moans and grunts grew louder.

“Do it. Pump it in me” Sonny pleaded as he pushed back. Bobby sensed Sonny’s movements and slowed his pace, watching Sonny work his cock, moving back and forth on it. He let Sonny control their pace, moving faster and faster, till he couldn’t take it. He tightened his grip on Sonny’s waist and began to fuck again, harder than before. He smacked against Sonny’s ass, driving his cock into the depths of Sonny’s hole. Then he pushed inward all the way and came, shuddering with his release.

Sonny took Bobby's hand and led him back to the window opening. They crawled wet and naked back inside the building. They touched each other, simple caresses of stomachs, chest, a finger along a neck or across lips. They giggled foolishly and made comments about their sex, admitting they had wanted to do it with the other for a long time. Through the windows they saw the sky grew darker for day was coming to an end. They didn’t have lights for their old bicycles, so they quickly dressed to leave. They looked at each other differently, more intimately. Sonny with his jeans low slung on his hips and knees visible through the rips, looked the ruffian. With his khaki shorts on, baggy around his thighs, Bobby looked the schoolboy, a bit rowdy, but also playful.

Outside, pushing their bikes to the gap in the fence, the sun came out for one last appearance, its rays cutting through gaps in the clouds. The light hit the boys as they crossed the open lot making them appear to glow. On the highway, they rode side by side when they could, silent for a long time except for a laugh that came from one and passed to the other.

They cut through the edge of town, riding neighborhood streets till they came out of the town’s limits. They kept pedaling, a steady rhythm as they headed to their homes.

“Hey Bobby?”

“Yeah?”

“You want to ride tomorrow?” Sonny asked, smiling mischievously.

Bobby laughed, shook his head, then looked over at Sonny. “You know it.”