A few weeks later, a severe storm swept through the area, knocking out the power. I didn’t think much of it at first—there was still enough light, and I figured the power would be back before nightfall. But once the storm passed, the humidity spread like wildfire. My apartment became a hot box. And when the electricity did come back on, the central air conditioning did not.
Suddenly, everything felt exhausting. The heat had me sweating like crazy, and even standing in front of the open refrigerator didn’t help—my pits were drenched. I rummaged through boxes, searching for the fan I knew I had. I put it on my dresser Then came a knock at the door. It was Peter, wearing shorts and no shirt, and I couldn’t help but notice his well-defined pecs.
"Dude, you don't have an extra fan, do you?"
"I'm sorry, I don't but Peter why don't you bunk down with me tonight. I put my fan on my dresser, and it reaches the bed. It offers some relief."
"You know I only have a double bed." I told him.
"I appreciate that, Kit. And don't worry I won't try anything funny on you."
Laughing I asked. "What does that mean?"
"I'm gay. I thought you knew. The whole apartment building knows."
"Okay!" I said with a smile. "I won't worry then."
"Dinners on me, I'll order a pizza. Cool?"
"Cool."
Peter was a very straight acting gay guy. Medium height, square jaw and sparkling green eyes. He had a gym body like me. I'm glad he was my neighbor. In the distance we heard a rumble of thunder. Quickly we turned to each other. Taking out his phone Peter said, "I better call for a pizza now. What do you like?"
"I'm a pepperoni pizza devotee."
"Me too. Vegetables do not belong on pizza."
We both laughed.
"You know, Peter, we should open up windows." Another sound of thunder closer.
"I think you're right, Kit."
We opened the bedroom and living room windows, hoping for a breeze. Just five minutes after the pizza arrived, a second storm rolled in. I felt bad for the delivery guy having to drive through the heavy rain—it came down fast and hard. The pizza was delicious, though. We enjoyed a nice breeze for a while, but then the humidity set in—hot and sticky.
Peter was born in Miami. We talked about our jobs. He was a paralegal at a law firm. And my new job was at a PR firm as a writer after an interview in Chicago.
I flew down from Chicago after my Dad found me an apartment. My Dad was great he bought me furniture and hired the moving company. I was thoroughly enjoying Peter's company.
"I'm hot." Peter said.
"Me too."
"Do you mind if I get down to my underwear?" Peter asked.
"Not at. That's a great idea. We both slipped out of our pants down to briefs, his white, mine blue. Funny I noticed that.
About an hour later we laid on the bed. The fan did its job of cool us down.
"So, Kit, do have a girlfriend?"
I laughed, "No. I don't know anybody but my co-workers ... and you. Have you got a boyfriend?"
"No, I'm still looking waiting for a sign." He smiled.
And then we heard thunder again. A crackling so loud it startled us. Heavy rain followed. A streak of lightning and then the lights went out. The fan slowed and stopped. Heat came quickly.
"We can't get a break, can we?" I observed.
"Apparently not."
In the dark for the next 15 minutes, we just laid there in our underwear.
I broke the silence.
"Have you ever kissed a girl?"
"Yea."
"What's the difference? I wonder."
Peter thought about it for a while. "Women get kissed. Men kiss. Does that make sense?"
"Yeah," I said slowly and quietly.
Silence.
"You want to try it? No strings attached." Peter made it sound like a joke.
A long silence. My mind was wrapping around the offer. I couldn't think of a reason I shouldn't try it. "Okay. Go ahead kiss me!"
We propped ourselves up on our elbows. He placed his hand on my waist. It was dark, but just enough natural light let me see him moving closer to me. He found my lips, and I parted them; his tongue moved with mine in a tango. He smelled fresh and clean. We kept kissing, and to my surprise, my cock responded. I hadn’t kissed anyone in three years; I was still a virgin when all my friends had hooked up by sophomore year. All these thoughts swirled through my foggy mind. He didn’t stop kissing me, and I didn’t want him to stop.
A bolt of Lightning lit up my bedroom. I was breathing heavy. I stood up.
Peter stood up panting but horrified. "I would never have attempted to seduce a straight guy, you gotta believe me."
"I believe you."
Without warning, another loud crashing thunderbolt above of our heads shook the apartment building. Shaken, we hugged each other tightly. That turned into another kiss. I felt his hands on my underwear. I put my hand on his underwear. Together we pulled our briefs down and our cocks touched.
He got on his knees. I felt his warm mouth engulf my cock. I never thought I'd be doing this, but I got down on my knees too and put his fat cock in my mouth. We were both on the floor now in a sixty-nine position.
His manhood was so warm and seemed to be throbbing. I loved it. "Look at my cock. I'm hard as a rock. And you are too." Without warning we grabbed each and started kissing madly, wildly like lovesick teens. I adore you, Kit. Where have you been all my life?"
There were tears in my eyes at what I was thinking. I'm gay! That's why I'm still a virgin. "Maybe I just had to find the right guy."
Tears rolled down Peters cheeks. "... and maybe ... the storm brought us together. Nature works in mysterious ways."
"I knew what I was doing. I wanted you, Peter." Lust dripped from my every word.
I gently placed my hand on my dick. "I'm hard again." Then gently I moved my hand down Peter's body to his cock. "You're hard too."
You're okay?" Peter asked.
"Yes. I just don't know how all of this has happened. I'm trying to remember if I missed any signs that I would enjoy not only kissing a man but loving having a cock in my mouth."
I nodded. "Maybe I'm just a late bloomer."
There were tears in Peter's eyes. "Maybe we just had to find each other."
Tears rolled down my cheeks. "Maybe the storm brought us together."
"I let it happen. I knew what I was doing. Touching you. Wanting you."
I gently placed my hand on my dick. "I'm still hard." Then gently moved my hand down his body. "You're still hard too."
"I think I love you, Peter."
"I Think I love you, Kit."
"Born from a storm of Love." Peter smiled brightly.
