A Rainy Day

What is it about a rainy day? The steady spatter of rain drops against the window, the low howl of wind and the cloud cover that dims the day to a feeling of dusk. Any minute full darkness could descend. It lulls us into a fatigued state, suddenly craving sleep. 

Ryan came from the bathroom at the end of the corridor wrapped in a towel while using another to dry his hair. Coming from class he had gotten caught in the storm, one not predicted till later in the day, and by the time he got to the dorm he was soaking wet. Nothing but a hot shower would take away the chill he felt.

In his dorm room he tossed the towel over a chair and picked up his wet clothes from the floor putting them next to the laundry hamper. There was no need to make everything already in it wet, besides he planned to do laundry that night. Picking up his backpack from the floor he wiped at the water droplets still clinging to the outside of it then emptied all the books, notebooks and other items onto his desk. He placed the wet backpack on a hook to dry. Looking toward the window he saw the rain lash against it as he heard the howl of wind. It was really storming outside and in the room, with no lights turned on, it was dark. A calm shelter from the storm.

Ryan went to the window looking down at the water covering the lawn between the dorms and the few other students rushing toward one dorm or another, those with umbrellas fighting to keep them from being flipped out bending the ribs. He saw a few broken umbrellas being tossed into garbage cans as the unlucky student raced for the door.

It made him feel sleepy, a tiredness down to his bones. Stretching arms out then upward he felt the towel loosen around his waist and start to slide down. He grabbed at the front where the ends overlapped wondering why he bothered. He was alone, Jacob still at some lab for chemistry, and it felt good. This near nakedness with just the lose towel around his waist. He felt his sex, the stirrings of arousal. He was a young man, only nineteen, still easily aroused. There was a temptation to drop the towel and go naked, to feel the warm dry air against his entire body with nothing covering it. He tugged on his cock, felt it thicken and stretch out longer. He considered masturbating but one look at the clock told him Jacob would be back soon and he hated to be rushed, that sense he could be walked in on while near climax.

A yawn and he was reminded of the tiredness he felt.

He moved to his bed and lay down on top, the room warm enough he didn’t need a blanket, didn’t want it, preferring the feel of his near nakedness. His skin felt soft, so clean from the hot shower that he didn’t want to cover up. One arm under his head he draped the other over his chest. As sleep approached, unable to keep his eyes open, he absentmindedly rubbed his hand over chest and stomach. It felt good, the smooth softness of his bare skin. He ran his fingers along the towel feeling the almost ticklish sensation across his abdomen then fell still.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” Jacob uttered as he ran into the lobby of the dorm. He was soaked from head to toe. His shoes felt full of water and he had trouble seeing with his glasses covered in water droplets and his long black hair hanging wetly over his face. He pushed his hair out of his face and took off his glasses. Everything was blurry but at least he could see where he was going. He slipped his backpack off and carried it in his other hand out from his body, not sure which he was protecting from getting wetter. He was shivering as he went to the stair heading up to his room.

As Jacob went down the corridor, he saw other guys coming from the bathroom, some trying to dry off, shirtless, wearing wet jeans and others were in gym shorts or just a towel having taken a shower. I’m not the only one caught in this storm Jacob thought as he slipped his key into the lock for room 326.

When he realized the room was dark and knowing Ryan had to be there, he eased the door open slowly. He saw the wet backpack hanging on the wall, the wet clothes by the hamper and on one of the beds, Ryan asleep. He began to set his backpack down on the floor when he saw Ryan had placed the contents of his own backpack on his desk. Good idea Jacob thought as he moved to his desk to do the same.

He hung his backpack up and wiped his glasses dry putting them back on. Shivering, he removed his shirt, shoes, socks, and began to remove his jeans when he stopped, looking over at Ryan.

Jacob stared at the sleeping form, the person he had been sharing this tiny dorm room for the last four weeks. He had seen Ryan naked a few times but there was something about the way he was in a towel, one that was so loose it was about to slide apart. It barely hid Ryan’s cock from view. Then there was what he could see, the long lean torso, the fair white skin appearing to glow in the dim light. Ryan jogged and rode a bike and his body reflected a runner’s build. He looked at the long-toned arms, especially the one tucked behind Ryan’s head revealing the sparse brown hair in the armpit. Scanning downward back over the slowing undulating stomach, over the towel, bulging with Ryan’s cock, to the long legs he looked at the fine hairs of the calves then the long feet that pushed against the foot of the bed.

Jacob swallowed hard fighting to control his feelings. Ever since that first day Ryan had been such a distraction. He had felt attractions toward other guys before, but nothing serious, nothing that made him feel like this. Although he dated girls in high school, he understood his attraction to other guys, some level of bisexuality that he had refrained from exploring, afraid of the judgement, the ostracizing that would have occurred back in the small town he had grown up. It had been so simple then, so easy to ignore, for most of the guys back home didn’t really do anything for him. He recognized those who were cute or had personalities that were attractive, but they were too familiar to him, their good ole boy attitudes too crude in some way.

Ryan was different.

It was a strange thing, for Ryan wasn’t from some big urban area, or some background totally different from his own. In fact, Ryan came from a smaller community than he, one of farms. One of which Ryan had grown up on. A farm boy in the truest sense of the word. So, what was different? Jacob couldn’t say. But this farm boy brought out feelings he didn’t know he possessed. Feelings toward another guy that for the last four weeks kind of scared him. And what was worse, but made it bearable at the same time, was Ryan’s apparent obliviousness to the situation. He didn’t seem to notice the times Jacob was staring at him or when he did, didn’t’ seem to care not bothering to comment on it.

Jacob wondered about Ryan’s sexuality, the core nature of it. Ryan talked of dating girls in high school, had on one occasion flirted with a woman at the sports bar in town and made references to the attractiveness of certain actors in a movie or a television show. But it seemed superficial, the way Ryan said things or acted toward them, and Jacob wondered if there was even a remote possibility Ryan would be bisexual. Was there any chance of it?

For the past four weeks Jacob had remained somewhat modest around Ryan, always afraid he would somehow show some level of arousal around him. Ryan accused him of being shy and he let him believe it. But now, Ryan asleep and his feelings suddenly on the surface making his heart race, he undid his jeans and worked each leg free. Looking down he saw his cock though the wet fabric of his boxers and it flexed with his sense of arousal. He pushed them down till they fell around his ankles and he kicked them on top of his jeans. Naked, his cock thickening and stretching out, he tugged on it a couple of times and stood in the middle of the room staring down at Ryan. He dared him to open his eyes, to look up at what effect he had on him.

Ryan snorted in his sleep and rolled to his side bringing his hands underneath his head. The towel barely stayed around his waist but did fall open enough to see up the thighs to just below his cock and nuts. Jacob swallowed hard and backed up suddenly aware of what he was doing, this tempting fate fueled by his obsession. He wrapped his towel around his waist, grabbed up his toiletry case and eased out the door to go take a shower.

Showered, standing at the lavatory Jacob looked at his reflection. He was like Ryan, with fair white skin, but there the similarities ended, for he was average in height and never worked out, his lean body soft to his eyes, not as muscular. Looking at his reflection he saw a boy, barely needing to shave, with cheeks rose in color from the hot shower. His best attribute was his thick wavy black hair which hung wetly over his forehead. Running his fingers through it he pushed it back revealing the dark hair in the armpit. It was odd to him how he had practically no body hair, but where it occurred, on top of his head, under each arm and a small area over his cock, it was thick and dark. Even so, the rest of his body still seemed boyish, just a teenager’s build, which was true in a way, for he was still nineteen. But looking at himself, he thought he looked much younger.

“Hey Jacob, you got caught in this storm too?” Chuck from just across the hall, asked as he came into the bathroom.

“Yep and nothing but a hot shower will work to get rid of the chills” Jacob replied looking in the mirror at Chuck moving to a shower stall. Chuck was stocky, built like a lineman, with a hairy chest that made him more self-conscious of his own boyish looks.

Grabbing up the toiletry case Jacob tightened the towel around his waist and headed to his room. The floor had grown quiet, most of the doors closed, and the few that were open he could hear the faint sound of video games being played. He eased back into his room and saw Ryan was still asleep, not moved since he left.

Toiletry case back in its place he started to pull out a pair of boxers but stopped. He looked over at Ryan with the towel barely covering him and realized he liked the feel of the towel, the way it hung on his waist feeling like it could slip free at any moment. He eased down on his bed, lying on his back and stared at the ceiling aware of his tiredness. He closed his eyes and let his mind settle down, let himself relax, free of the chills he felt earlier. Shifting his body into a slightly different position, moving his head till the pillow felt just right, he felt himself slipping down into sleep.

Ryan stirred, blinked his eyes a few times and saw Jacob across the room in his own bed. Lying flat on his back, one arm draped over his stomach, the other flat by his side, Ryan looked at Jacob closely. For the first time he was looking at the physicality of Jacob, the lean body that seemed androgynous in some way, aspects of the masculine and feminine combined. The one thing he always felt a bit jealous about was Jacob’s hair. It was so thick, with some wave to it. And even though Jacob rarely needed to shave, under each arm was a thick dark patch. He wondered what was above Jacob’s cock, having never seen him completely naked and he looked down at the towel, so low on his waist, the overlapping fold at front pulling apart.  He could see pubic hair just along the top edge. He also saw how it bulged up and he imagined the cock underneath creating the tenting.

Looking at the sleeping form he wondered about him sexually, if Jacob was still a virgin or if he’d had sex, and was it with a female, or possibly a male. The idea intrigued him. He reached down and tugged at his cock feeling the towel loosen even more. He wanted to remove it, to take his cock in hand, masturbate right here in the room with Jacob. Maybe he wanted more than that. Maybe he wanted Jacob to wake and see him masturbating. He imagined it, laying back naked, hard cock in hand and across the room watching him, Jacob, naked too, masturbating in rhythm with him.

Jacob stirred and rolled onto his side and for a moment Ryan thought he’d wake and look back over toward him. But Jacob settled down, one hand tucked under his head and the other lying over his stomach. The towel was loose, and Ryan watched as it parted, the lower half falling flat with the upper half hung over the hip partially concealing the thick cock and sac that hung loosely down.

Ryan stared at it, looked at the way the dark pubic hair fanned out over Jacob’s cock. The edge of it perfectly shaped, no stray hairs above it anywhere, the rest of his abdomen smooth and bare as a young boy…or a girl. But it was Jacob’s cock that surprised him, the thickness of it, and how the head flared out even wider. How does he conceal it so well Ryan wondered as he waited for it to move in some way, to flex or thicken with arousal, like a morning erection.

He felt his own cock stir and he slipped his hand between the ends of the towel till he was touching himself, fingers grazing along the elongating shaft as he kept his eyes on Jacob’s cock. He had never felt this before, an attraction to another guy. He was drawn to Jacob, attracted to this androgynous boy laying nearly naked just a few feet away. There was a desire to move across the room, to touch him and he wondered if he could really do it. Lay in bed with another guy, allowing the touching that had been joked about in high school. Looking at Jacob’s cock he imagined holding it, feeling its girth. And he imagined putting it in his mouth.

Jacob stirred, and he saw him scratch at his cock, then tug on it. He wanted Jacob to do more, to really take it in hand and he focused all his attention on it, waiting for something more to happen. But the hand went down the to bed and something about the move made him aware something was different. He looked over and saw Jacob staring back at him. He, the straight boy who drove a Jeep and dated girls all the time, laying here toying with his own cock as he stared at another guy.

“Ryan?”

Frozen in place, hand still on his cock, Ryan just looked over at Jacob, unsure what to say.

“Have you been watching me all this time?” Jacob asked, the hesitate tone obvious in the way he spoke barely above a whisper.

“No…not really…it’s just…”

“What?”

“I don’t know. You’re…different somehow. I…think…no, I know I want…” Ryan stammered, a fear mixed with shame for he didn’t know how Jacob would respond to what he wanted to suggest. Just because Jacob had a feminine aspect didn’t mean he was gay, or bisexual. This could be a huge mistake, for the last thing he wanted was to be considered something he didn’t feel. But looking across the room at Jacob, his naked body on display, he knew the truth. “Can I come over there?” he asked, his voice quivering with his fear and anxiety.

Jacob wasn’t sure he heard right, but he saw. Saw Ryan staring at him manipulating his own cock. The towel bulged indecently from his erection and it was from watching him. He just didn’t understand how this could be, Ryan, so masculine, the jock, really laying across from him like this. But he heard the question, the asking for permission. Can I come over there?  Yes, Ryan I want you too he thought. Tugging the towel out from under his hip he tossed it on his chair and took his own cock, feeling it fill his hand.

“Yes” Jacob replied as he rolled over on his back stroking his cock.

Ryan climbed out of bed letting the towel fall away. His cock angled up erect. It was long, lean, a mimic of Ryan’s build and the head was arrow shaped. Jacob imagined it sliding over his tongue as he took it in his mouth.

As Ryan crossed the room Jacob slid over making room for him on his narrow bed. Ryan lay next to him propped up on one arm lying on his side and Jacob felt his eyes, the way they scanned down his body. Ryan touch his cheek, raked a thumb along his jaw then over his lips. It was the gentlest touch. Jacob stared into Ryan’s eyes, wanting to see how Ryan was looking at him as he felt the hand move over his neck, down his chest circling each nipple. Ryan leaned toward him as he felt the hand rake over his stomach, and he closed his eyes just as their lips touched. The hand turned over, rubbing the back of the fingers over his skin as they opened their mouths to each other, Ryan’s tongue quickly probing around his own tongue.

The hand moved down, pushed his own hand away and took him, gave a little squeeze then began to stroke him. He pushed upward, fucking his cock through the tight fist.

“Slow down” Ryan whispered in his ear as he felt the release of his cock.

Ryan sat up on his knees and for a moment he just stared down at Jacob, studying him, like he was trying to memorize every aspect of his body. When Ryan reached out, he touched the left nipple, raked his fingers over it till it harden with the stimulation. Then he did it to the right nipple. Both erect, sticking out hard, Ryan moved upward running a finger along the collar bone, then along the neck, by the right earlobe and along the jaw. He traced Jacob’s face then combed his fingers through Jacob’s hair as he leaned down and kissed him on the lips.

Sitting back up Ryan ran his hand over Jacob’s stomach, around the navel, and downward till he was touching Jacob’s cock. Watching how Ryan was touching his body, he saw him run a finger along his cock following the snaking line of a vein then rubbing over the wet slit and around the head. Jacob gasped, fought to hold still as Ryan ran his finger back down the length of his shaft and over the loose sac moving his nuts around. 

“I’ve never touched a guy like this before” Ryan uttered in a low voice.

“Neither have I” Jacob replied causing Ryan to give him a quick questioning glance. Jacob shook his head making Ryan smile.

Jacob couldn’t help it, wanted to do it in fact, spreading his legs as Ryan ran a hand down below his sac, one finger tracing along the line of his ass till it rubbed over his tight opening. Ryan hesitated, began to move back up when Jacob grabbed his wrist holding the hand down between his legs.

“Do it” Jacob uttered, and he felt Ryan stop trying to move away, but slipped the hand back down rubbing his opening, one finger circling it several times then pushing against it. “Yeah…Ryan, do it, push it in me.”

Ryan’s expression was one of pure concentration, completely focused on Jacob’s body. He leaned over and watched what he was doing as he penetrated Jacob with a finger. Jacob moaned, never before feeling the sensation of something going into his hole. Ryan’s finger bore into him, sank all the way in and twisted around. He wanted more and raised his left knee letting it angle over resting against the wall, spreading himself open more for Ryan’s ministrations. He felt the twist and turning of that finger then the pull outward. When he was touched again it was with two fingers, two fingers that stretched him open some more and bore into his depths.

Jacob felt the rhythm of those fingers moving in his hole. Inward and out, over and over, Ryan fucked him with them. Looking over he saw Ryan’s half-hard cock and he reached for it, took it in hand. For a moment it broke the trance Ryan seemed to be in and he smiled at Jacob as he felt the manipulation of this cock. Ryan’s cock grew erect quickly, inches sticking out from Jacob’s fist as he worked it along the hard shaft.

When Ryan pushed three fingers into his hole. he shuddered at the way they stretched him open. His tightness slowly released letting those fingers work freely inside of him. He sat up and kissed Ryan’s neck while stroking his cock.

“Ryan…fuck me” Jacob whispered. Ryan turned toward him and kissed him again.

When Ryan was between Jacob’s legs, he rested each one in the elbow of Ryan’s arms. As Ryan moved over him, it brought his legs up and over, folding him in half till his ass was raised up off the bed angled toward Ryan’s erection. He reached between them taking Ryan in hand aligning it with his hole. Ryan seemed to be operating on instinct, some primitive nature to fill a need as he moved closer, hovering over Jacob’s prone body, cock first touching the tight entry to his hole, then the push that breached it allowing inch by inch to sink into his depths. It seemed impossible, the way he took every inch and the fullness of the penetration made his own cock flex with its hardness while pooling precum on his stomach. 

Ryan had never felt such a sensation before. The tightness of Jacob’s hole, the way it felt pushing inward making him so hard he thought he would cum immediately. He sank in all the way and held still, begging his cock not to erupt.

After what seemed like a very long time Ryan began to move within Jacob, pulling outward till he nearly slipped free, then pushing back inward, slowly, all the way. He couldn’t believe how tight Jacob’s hole was around his cock, the way it milked it as he worked through that tight opening. He felt Jacob’s fingers graze his thighs, then grab at the firm flesh as he drove inward.

“Fuck” Jacob uttered through clinched teeth and Ryan looked down at him. Head tilted back, eyes closed, mouth open breathing hard, he saw how Jacob was focused on only one thing. The feel of cock in his hole.

As Ryan fucked Jacob, he felt every point of contact. The feel of Jacob’s legs against his chest, the hands touching his thighs and with every push inward the firm ass against his abdomen. He built up a steady pace, pushing inward all the way then pulling out till he nearly slipped free. A few times he did, his cock hovering over the loosened hole, then the push down, his cock slipping back into that upturned ass and sinking all the way in. He heard the low grunts and moans below him, their rhythm in step with his fuck.

Ryan increased his pace with the increase in his arousal, driving harder and harder into that upturned ass. He hammered away at Jacob’s hole, abdomen smacking against ass till the bed rocked with their motion. It began to squeak, louder and louder as he built up a brutal pace. Jacob’s arms came around his neck pulling him down closer.

“Fuck me…fuck me…fuck me harder…” Jacob was whispering as Ryan pumped his hips furiously.

Nuzzling his face into Jacob’s neck, nipping at the flesh, Ryan felt the surge of release race through him. He took Jacob’s earlobe into his mouth and sucked on it as he shoved inward burying himself into Jacob’s depths. He ground his hips against the upturned ass and came, hard, each ejaculation making him cry out.

Spent, but still hard, Ryan began to fuck slowly, to work his cock in the slick wetness of his load. Jacob, arms around Ryan’s neck, held their bodies together and rolled them over till he was on top. He rose up on his knees and moved up and down. His own cock flopped with his movements, smacking down on Ryan’s abdomen each time.

Ryan held his head up and watch his cock appear then disappear in Jacob. The slick wet shaft exposed one moment, then gone the next. He couldn’t believe how tight Jacob still felt on his cock, the way that tightness moved up and down his shaft. His breathing never slowed as he felt a renewal in arousal. Hands on Jacob’s thighs he felt the flex of muscle with every move.

“Ride me…make me cum again…come on…” Ryan stammered as Jacob moved faster, ass dropping down roughly rocking the whole bed.

Jacob took his own cock in hand, began to stroke it in rhythm of their fuck. Hand a blur as he stroked himself roughly, he kept up his pace. Ryan began to push upward, his base urges overpowering, his need for release once again all consuming. He thrust upward as Jacob came down, burying his cock all the way.

“Come…come in me…” Jacob cried out as his own cock spewed its load. Thick wads spattered across Ryan’s face and chest. The heat of it against his skin and the smell, the scent of their sex, drove him over the edge and he pushed down on Jacob’s thighs as he shoved upward. Cum surged through his cock and he came, filling Jacob’s hole once again.

They lay side by side, still naked, cocks wet from their sex. Ryan snuggled up to Jacob’s back, their bodies aligned together. He traced a finger over Jacob’s chest, circling one nipple then up along the collar bone. He pressed his face into the back of Jacob’s head smelling the scent of the sweaty hair. Jacob’s scent, only stronger from their exertions.

“This changes everything doesn’t it?” asked Jacob, keeping his eyes closed, afraid to open them and find everything was just a dream.

“Yes.”

“You’re not going to freak out or anything, are you?”

“No.”

After a long silence, Ryan moved to Jacob’s ear, whispering, so low as to barely be heard. “Don’t you want things to change between us?”