Huricane Ian

I was loving my vacation, beach front resort, with a pool as well as beach access, in Florida. A true find, referred to me by a friend. It was a bit dated, 1970’s style, 2 story building with a great restaurant and bar. A short walk to the most beautiful gulf beach, and it was priced just right. I was totally disconnected from the world, unplugged from everything, except for some buzz on the news and some people who were worried about weather, I paid no attention to any of it. Well that is till I got a knock on the door ordering an evacuation order.

 Shit, I wasn’t prepared, I guess I should have paid more attention, now the remaining guests seemed panicked and for the first time the staff seemed limited and visibly worried. This storm, I don’t know, I think they were calling it Ian, was headed for us. The guy rather snippily asked what rock I’d been living under as this storms been brewing for close to a week, and one of the reasons the resort was pretty deserted. Starting to feel unwelcome, I asked what I was supposed to do, he looked at me kind of dumbfounded and said get the hell out of here to higher ground. bewildered, I roamed out to the beach area as workers were shuttering and boarding up the place, trying to figure my next best move.

Uber, Lyft, cabs, busses all gone, I didn’t have a car, I didn’t need one everything was walking distance to everything and I was spending my time on the beach, what do I do? 

 Just then I saw a guy sitting on his folding beach chair who didn’t seem a bit too worried, I approached him and asked him his plans, he said he lived on the other side of town, and was planning on riding it out as he always had before. He kind of convinced me everyone was in panic mode and there was an over abundance of caution that it was just unnecessary. 

 His demeanor put me somewhat at ease as I knelt in the sand beside him, explaining I was from New England and just here on vacation. He said he had a car up in the lot, and he always loves to come down to the waterfront during the “pre storm”, as number 1, these private resort beaches were empty, number two, they were free and he could get onto them, number three, no one chased him away nor cared that he was there. Then ranted and raved about how all the prime beaches were privatized by these damn local resorts and how the area was always packed with tourists, giving me a slight uneasy unwelcoming feeling. Anyway as we continued to talk he put me more at ease as he handed me a beer from his small carry cooler, and I, a bit more relaxed thought maybe he was right, just people being over cautious. 

 I asked if he already had secured his home and he said he had just in case, and asked me my plans, and I replied that I really was caught off guard and didn’t really know. With that he just said just stick with him, if need be he had his car and his house and a place I could crash till it was over. I asked about this mandatory evacuation and he just replied “never have, and never will listen to these guys, they just created panic and confusion.” Once again he has calmed my nerves as he headed to the water for a dip, saying it’s the calm before the storm, come on join me, the water is warm the beaches are empty and the waves are churning. I stood and we walked across the empty beach and waded in up to our knees. 

 He was wearing only a black Speedo, no towel, and a fine ass as he stood with his back towards me, he was about 5 feet in front of me, as the surf foamed around his well developed muscular calves. His narrow waistline, his broad shoulders, and his permanent Florida tan. If I had to guess he was maybe late 20’s early 30’s. He began a quick jog, his bubble ass began to giggle from side to side, when he was deep enough he dove head first, hands clasped over head, and into a perfect form swim, as each arm penetrated the water and the other raising up and his head turning from side to side, his slight splash from his kick and the visible shoulder blades persuading out of the water then back in. Above all those perfect black cloth covered mounds of ass cheeks seemed to float above the waterline as he flipped and swam back toward me. 

 I realized my standing in the same place for so long just staring at this Adonis in the water was odd, but I looked downward not realizing my dick was hard, and plainly visible through my trunks. He surfaced close by as I waded in deeper trying to hide my slight discomfort, when his Speedo now drenched in wetness became vacuum formed to his body, outlining a perfect shaped dick hanging slightly to the left with the distinct outline of his scrotum, his left nut slightly higher as the right one seemed lower but slightly concealed by the shaft. My dick grew harder as it was evident by his stare he seemed to notice but still kept walking toward me. I may have imagined it, but trying not to stare, I think I detected his package being slightly larger and growing too.

 We stood there together talking as we smiled our hands in the now waist high surf , the slight wave action stroking our bodies from just above our knees then up to our waist then back down. I know it seems silly but it was like the salt water was stroking us, as we both seemed more stimulated by the oceans intent. Something made us want to stay there as we both seemed to enjoy the soft but suttle stroking of the foamy surf around our waists.

 Soon he said we should head back, as we walked back to his chair and cooler, he scooped them up and the warm gulf breeze of approaching overcast dark clouds, air dried our bodies. The beach and resorts seemed more like ghost towns, and all boarded up. We got to his car the only one left in the resort parking lot, we jumped in as he drove the deserted streets, seeing only some local police or fire authorities telling us were too late, we had to find someplace to honker down. He said rather assuredly to the authoritative people, he owns a house and that’s where we’re headed, as they bid us good luck. We passed a firehouse abandoned, it too was boarded as the trucks began rolling through the closed barricaded streets away from town headed inland.

 He pulled in the driveway, it’s a cute house, but is this going to be safe, I asked myself. It was two stories with aluminum storm shutters already secured. We entered and he instructed me to head on upstairs as he would get us some “essentials”. Upstairs was only one large bedroom and bath, it was dark because of the shutters, I flipped on the switch so I could see, a king sized bed, desk, TV and chair, I turned on the TV to what seemed ominous disaster coverage, it’s coming, it’s coming as he walked through the door saying I’ll only drive myself crazy if I listen to them. He slid me a beer and a sandwich as he sat across from me on the corner of his well made bed. Still in his Speedo, his legs spread apart, I begin staring once again, and a growth in my groin. I excuse myself and hastily head for the bathroom as I try to readjust. By the time I got back out the TV was still predicting death and disaster just a few hours away. He was lying on his bed now, with a very obvious bulge protruding upward in that constricted Speedo, I think I even detected the leg holes stretched up off his inner thighs as I tried not to look.

 I sat and sipped on my beer, and took a few more bites of my sandwich, when he was still lying staring at the ceiling, he began rubbing his crotch, this time it wasn’t just an itch or readjustment, he was grabbing and squeezing almost kneading it. Then he twisted his head toward me and we made eye contact, he gave me a slight nod. I moved my hand to my crotch and giving it a covering over tug, leaving it there as his eyes shifted from his, to my crotch with a smile. His fingers went for the gap in his stretched out suit and he flicked the nicest hard piece of meat out the leg hole, as he said oops, and then he kind of shook that growing member toward me. He reached in again and with his index finger and thumb on the base he curled his other 3 fingers back into the suit stretching and freeing his balls out of the same hole. Here I am chewing a bite of a sandwich one hand grasping my crotch and him lying in his back, feet spread eagle across the corner of his bed, His fully exposed dick out in the open air as he continues to manipulate it in his fingers all the while staring into my eyes. His left hand moves to behind his head as his biceps fill out in shapely form, his light hair leading to thickening exposed arm pit fuzz as he stretches it behind his head.

 I finally put down my sandwich, take a very large swig of beer before standing, this time the tenting in my shorts very obvious as I grab the waistband and shimmy them down to my knees, exposing my 7 inch rod with a bouncing flop. A perfect toothy smile and distinct dimples become evident as I move closer toward him stopping just shy of his leg. I reach down and stroke the soft furry hairs on his thigh gradually getting closer with each stroke to his slightly bouncing dick as he let it go allowing his right hand to join his left behind his head.

 The image of his stretched out torso, broad chest, narrow waistline, his scrunched to one side black Speedo, the exposed head, shaft, and slightly fuzzy ball sack, as my hand then gently touched the wrinkly skin surrounding his balls. His head rolls back away, and his eyes close as he heaves in air, making his pecks inflate with a pride like plumpness. I lean over him and press my left hand against his right breast as I scoot my ass closer rubbing the underside of my raging hard on across that thick strong thigh, splitting my shaft and balls apart as I apply more pressure. My stroking of him more evident as I quicken the pace, and slide my dick up closer toward his till my dicks mushroom head makes contact with his balls, as his balls split apart by my knob, and I begin to lower, till our abdomens touch. Our faces now mere inches apart, I lean in for a kiss which he welcomes with open lips, our chests make full contact as we spend moments kissing each other before we begin to roll further up onto the bed. I easily finish shimmying out of my suit as it falls to the floor. I fold out of our embrace and slide that tight Speedo back over his hardness and off of his body, tossing it over my shoulder.

 Our totally naked bodies now able to intertwine with one another, as we squirm around each other pleasuring our sensitive parts against one another, all while kissing as our hands explore each others backs. Eventually we find ourselves at opposite ends as we’ve licked and kissed our necks chests abdomens and now into a sixty nine position. Just inches from my eyes is his meaty mass, that I stare at just waiting to savor it in my watering mouth, all while my dick is already being pleasured in his warm mouth, and his fingers are spreading my ass cheeks. I finally go for it, and vacuum suck the entire shaft inward as my chest heaves full of air and I breath out my nose, while my mouth is locked onto him, suction sealed, I breath out my nose and inhale his scent back into my nose buried in his properly neatly trimmed balls, the scent reflecting off his skin along with his tonguing technique is embellishing my dick in unbelievable pleasure as I move my fingers between his balls and ass. I slowly descend my face down there, as his scent changes the closer to the bottom of his crack I get, I inhale deeply and allow my tongue to graze a spot in the crack, as my hands continue to maneuver his cock.

 I realize his tongue is already in my ass hole spreading my bud with his warm slimy spit, the feeling is irreplaceable while I continue my forward assault on him to attempt to catch up. Finally I taste the bulging budding bumps that seem to relax and open for my magic tongue, as I lap around the opening, slowly spiraling inside deeper and deeper with each swirl as my tongue muscles begin to tire I begin to face fuck his ass till my nose gets stopped between those hot ass cheeks. Then he curled up under me extending his legs over his head exposing his ass fully, as I reposition myself to the new stance, I gradually move behind his now raised back as I place my member resting in his crack. I let my spit drip down on my dick, as its lying between those buns, and I rock it back and forth when I press my thumb on the mushroom of it’s head, gradually forcing it down into his hole. In, it slowly slides in one inch, then out, pressed in again, this time two inches, then partially out, then three, out two, then four, out three. Now I’m all the way in. I grab his dick hanging toward his face and begin stroking him in unison with my pumps, my balls now slapping his ass, his own leaking cum is frothing in my firm grip as he closes his eyes and I know he’s close. He spurts his load down into his chest and begs me to dump mine deep inside him. I was happy to oblige when I exploded with moans of pleasure as my strokes began slowing, but I continued to press in further jerking his back, moving his whole body toward the headboard, where he released his legs back down to the bed and I collapse deep inside him down to our sweaty chests.

 Just then a loud earth shattering crash, the room went dark, the power went out. The walls began shaking, and the howling wind. It was a storm of great magnitude it went on for what seemed hours as we held each other tightly, we heard windows breaking and hard, hard rain I frankly was scared but we continued to hold on tight to one another. Then the storm seemed to calm and  the sun came back out, we dressed and we waded through the first floor puddles to view the destruction, oddly enough his home had very little, but many neighbors weren’t as lucky. Thank goodness for us, the storm moved much further south than they predicted so we weren't a direct hit. I began to help him clean up while he started a generator. I will always associate that sexual filled day with the hurricane named Ian, I spent several days there till the hotel maintenance showed signs of life un-boarding the place, my room was still intact and my stuff was all dry, we spent many more days beach going on the empty beach, while the town tried to return to normal, such a vacation I will never forget.