Texas Rain

The Texas rain was relentless, just like the day I left this place. Here I was, back in the house of my grandmother, but now it was my house. I had gone to the porch to watch the rain fall. As I saw that black Trans-Am in the driveway, my mind flashed back to the day I saw it drive away and I made my decision to leave.

I could barely see as I made my way down Ranch Road 4466. I’d been walking for almost three hours, and I was soaked. I was cold, and I thought about giving up. Each fence post I passed looked like a great place to curl up and die.

But I didn’t want to die. I’d just discovered some truths about myself and some lies I’d been telling myself about my best friend. I was leaving the lies behind and taking the truth with me. I was going to start a new life, my second new life.

I’d gone to live with my grandmother while still pretty young. My mother had been sent to prison, and so had I. My new life would not have an abusive warden. I would be in charge. That is, unless I died first on my way there. Two cars had passed me in the last three hours. Neither had stopped or even slowed to get a better look at me. I wondered if the bottom of the next hill would be a low-water crossing that would sweep me away, never to be seen again.

The bottom of the next hill was just like the bottom of the last one. On the way up, an old blue truck slowed and then stopped. ‘Probably a serial killer,’ I thought to myself. The driver rolled the window down. A guy in camouflage clothing hollered at me to get in.

What the hell. I took a chance. I got in, dripping wet, but amazed at how warm my face felt without rain pelting down on it.

“Just what the fuck are you doing out in this?” came the question from the driver’s seat.

I wiped my brow and looked over at a man in his early twenties. Dark brown hair that was cut really close with dark brown eyes that were just a bit too close together. He smiled at me while shaking his head. He certainly hadn’t worn braces as a kid.

“Running away from home,” I told him. “I just couldn’t take it anymore. Thanks for stopping.”

“I figured anybody caught in this needed some help. I thought maybe you had broken down, but I don’t remember seeing a car back there.” He started the truck down the road.

“No. I just figured that each step I took got me closer to where I’m going.”

“Where’s that?”

“I’m not sure. I guess Georgetown.” I realized I hadn’t really thought about where I was headed. I had a scholarship to Southwestern University, and it was in Georgetown. That would be the place to start. Maybe I could get a job before classes start in the fall. I suddenly felt really cold and tired. “I’m getting your seat wet.”

“There’s a towel behind the seat, a blanket too. Do you have a change of clothes in that little bag of yours?”

“Just a spare t-shirt, some extra underwear in my backpack, and an extra pair of cargo pants, but they’re sopping wet.”

He pulled the truck over to the side of the road and stopped. He unbuckled himself and leaned over the seat. “I think I have a clean set of overalls back here.” He began rummaging through the stuff that occupied the space behind his seat.

I found the towel and blanket.

“Here it is. Why don’t you change into this. By the way, my name is Dwayne.”

“I’m Darwin. Thanks for the offer, but …”

“You shy? Or are you worried that I’m a fag? You ain’t gotta worry about that. I saw plenty of dick in boot camp, some of them, I’ll admit I was jealous about. But I still like pussy, and it’s going to stay that way.”

“No. I wasn’t worried.” I really wasn’t, I just wasn’t sure how to manage changing into the overalls. “I just think I’m going to need some help getting these wet things off.”

“No problem. Tell me what you want me to do.”

Changing into dry clothes was easier than I had imagined. Dwayne told me he was headed to Fort Hood, which was not too far from Georgetown. He told me he could drop me off and still be back to base on time, even with the bad weather. I wrapped myself in the blanket and drifted off as we headed toward darker skies and my home for the next four years.

Dwayne dropped me off at the Cullen Building. He wished me luck and headed off without looking back. I was really glad he had stopped to help me. He had let me keep the overalls, and I had put a t-shirt back on under them.

Summer Session 1 was beginning the following Monday, so the campus was open for those enrolled. It was about three in the afternoon, so I went in to see whether I might be allowed to take classes even though he wasn’t officially supposed to start school until the fall semester. The counsellor listened to my plight, and although I used some hyperbole to make it a little bit of a sob story, I was not going to be able to enroll in anything in the first session. The counsellor said she could pull some strings and was certain I could take a class in the second session.

As for a place to stay, I think the t-shirt, overalls, and wet backpack won me some sympathy. The counsellor made some calls. After a few minutes on the phone, she gave me a map and told me to walk over to the main dorm facility. A very helpful woman named Gail got me a room, a student ID, and a cafeteria pass. The cafeteria wouldn’t open until Monday morning, however. She even took me to my room. I thanked her for going out of her way, and she simply smiled and told me that I was welcome.

I looked around my room; well, it was my room until three other people were placed here. It had an open area just inside the door with four desks. On the opposite wall from the entrance were two doors, each leading to a room with two beds. Inside that room was a large closet, and a door leading to a bathroom that was shared with an identical bedroom on the other side.

I looked down at his backpack. I had an extra set of clothes and a zip-lock baggie with my birth certificate and immunization records but no sheets or blankets. I also had $732 and some odd cents hidden inside. It was money I’d collected from odd jobs. I had spent a little getting a burger here and there with my friends, but I had been very stingy with my earnings. The old lady never gave me any spending money, and I qualified for the free lunch program at school, so I could rightly say that I had earned each penny. I figured that I could sleep without sheets until I did some shopping for the most inexpensive way to get some.

Dinner was also something I was going to go without. Six additional meals until breakfast on Monday morning. That might be a little more difficult. I’m sure I can get something to tide me over at the grocery store. And a trip around campus might keep me from thinking about it until tomorrow. I hid my money in the room, hung my clothes in the bathroom to dry, and put backpack next to the bathroom sink. I took a ten dollar bill and locked the door to the room.

The campus map indicated that the gyms were a little east of the Student Union Building. I planned to scope out the activities available there and then stop at the library to get a book to read.

I saw a few students on his way to the gym, but not many. I found the gym easily and wandered through the halls. I saw badminton courts, racquetball courts, weight rooms, and an olympic-sized pool. A dark-haired man was swimming laps in the pool, and no one else was around. I decided to wait here a while and watch him. Maybe he’s a diver and will practice some of his dives. I always liked watching diving during the Olympics, but the lone figure just continued to swim back and forth. At length, the figure got out of the pool, and I was surprised to see him walk toward the section in which I was seated.

“Any tips on my form?” the figure called up.

Startled by the question, I just shook his head and stuttered. I got up and came down the stairs.

“I just thought that you were watching me so intently, it must be to critique me.” The man smiled.

“No. I just found it calming.”

The man tilted his head.

“You know, it’s nice and quiet; you had a good rhythm, and I found it relaxing.”

“So you weren’t mesmerized by my wonderful physique?” He chuckled.

“Well, I couldn’t see you that well from over there, but now that you’re closer, I can see that you do really have a great body.” Shit. I just told a total stranger that he was hot. The truth was, the man was hot. He was probably about the same age as I am, had a nice caramel tan, and a great smile. His chest was just slightly hairy, and the fact that he was about five foot six was a turn-on for me.

I noticed the man blushing, too.

“I’m sorry,” I told him. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

“I was kidding about your watching me for my physique.”

“I wasn’t kidding about what great shape you’re in, but let’s start over.” I walked toward him and put out my hand. “My name’s Darwin. I’m pleased to meet you.”

“I’m Tyler. Nice to meet you too.”

“Are you in the athletics program? Is that why you’re swimming here alone.”

“No.” Tyler shook his head; water was still dripping from his hair. He wiped his brow. “I just like to do laps. What about you? Are you in the athletics program?”

“I’m not in any program. I just got here today, and I was walking around hoping to meet someone so I’d have somebody to talk to.”

“Did your parents just dump you off? That happened to me last semester. Or did you just drive here by yourself.” The tone of his voice told me that he was really interested in my answer.

“No to both. It’s a long story, and I’d be glad to tell you some time, but I can see you’re shivering.”

“Yeah, I left my towel in the locker room. Come on. I’ll rinse off and get dressed. We can talk some more once I have clothes on.” I followed him. His speedos gave me a great view of his cute ass. He retrieved a towel from a locker right next to the showers. “I’ll just be a minute.” He walked to the nearest shower head, turned it on, and began to rinse off.”

I should have turned away and sat down, but I watched him. He slipped his speedos off. He had a huge tuft of public hair that hid his cock. I was disappointed that his dick wasn’t bigger, but I thought that the water in the pool was probably cold. As though Tyler was listening to my thoughts, he reached down and grabbed his flaccid shaft; he gave it a quick lift up and then turned to rinse the area.

He was a wonderful physical specimen. His body had a swimmer’s build with nice shoulders and cut abs. Best of all, he seemed nice. He stepped out of the shower and began to towel off.

“So, what are your plans for tonight,” he called out.

“I haven’t really got any,” I called back. “I thought about going to the library to get a book to read.”

He walked up to me while still drying off. “A book to read. Are you one of those nerdy types? You don’t look like one of those nerdy types.” He smiled and laughed. His eyes seemed to twinkle.

I hadn’t noticed how beautiful his eyes were. I just stood there.

“I didn’t offend you, did I?” His voice was concerned.

“Oh, no. It would take a lot more than that to offend me.” He already had his underwear on and was sliding on his khaki shorts. Shit. I missed a closer look at his dick. I bit my lower lip. Was I just horny, or was this guy just super attractive?

“Do you want to grab a bite to eat and catch a movie?”

“I can afford something to eat, but a movie is not in the budget for this month.” I thought that using the word ‘budget’ might be a good hint that I couldn’t afford much.

“That’s cool.” He finished tying his shoes. “All set.” He stood up and grabbed a little bag he had stuffed his towel into. “We need to go back to my room and get my car keys. Mexican, burgers, or Chinese. What’s your pick?”

For a Friday night, I thought that Mexican might be the most affordable, but I had tasted Hot and Sour soup once and loved it. Maybe I could splurge and get another ten out. “Chinese. I love Hot and Sour soup.”

“Chinese it is.” Tyler laughed and put his hand on my shoulder. It felt nice. I felt connected to him even though I hadn’t known him for long. I realized that I was drawn to him. On the way to our rooms, I told him that I had been sent to live with my grandmother when I was very young and how mean she was. I told him that I was set to come to Southwestern in the fall on a scholarship, but that I couldn’t take living there anymore, so I caught a ride here. I left out the earlier events of the day.

When we got to the dorm, it turned out he was only two suites away. He went to get his keys, and I got myself another ten. I went to his door and waited for him to come out. His roommate Kelly saw me through and invited me in. I didn’t want to appear rude, so even though I didn’t want to go in, I did. The desk area was a cacophony of men and women, and they were all drinking beer. Music was playing too loudly, and they were all talking. Some were dancing. Kelly offered me a beer, but I declined. Tyler came back into the room and saw me standing by the door. He held the keys up and shook them. I took it as a signal to get out. I opened the door and turned to Kelly to say good-bye, but he was lip-locked with a girl with blue hair. I stepped into the walkway and took a breath.

“It’s overwhelming, isn’t it.” Tyler shook his head. “I hope it calms down next week. My roommates last semester were seminary students, a very different group.”

“I don’t have any roommates so far.”

“Tu as de la chance, toi.”

Did this handsome man just speak to me in French? He did, and he just told me I was lucky. I did remember some of the French from middle school. Sadly, they didn’t offer any in high school. “Tu as raison,” I said after thinking a bit.

“Whoa, man, you speak French, too?”

“No. I had some in seventh and eighth grade. I want to take more. I'm thinking about having it for my minor. What about you?”

“My father worked in France for several years, and he insisted I attend French school. I hated it for the first year or so, but then as I learned how to talk, it wasn’t so bad.”

“Well, then, tu as eu de la chance.” We both laughed.

Dinner was a lot of small talk. Tyler over-ordered, so he had too much food and insisted on sharing. (I think he did it on purpose so I would have enough to eat--I could fall for this guy.) After, we picked a movie from Redbox. I wasn’t looking forward to the noise and drunkenness that waited for us in his room. We couldn’t hear anything outside the room, but once inside, it was uncomfortable. We went back to the bedroom, and Kelly was on his bed with the blue-haired girl. His hand was in her pants, and she was obviously enjoying it. I was surprised that he wasn’t more discrete.

I wasn’t sure I’d be able to watch a movie next to someone in the throws of foreplay. I turned toward Tyler, and he held up a finger. Grabbing his laptop bag, he pushed me toward the door. “We can watch the movie on this. Is your room OK?”

I nodded, and the two of us headed two doors down. With the door closed behind us, I said, “Dolly Parton song.”

Tyler didn’t get it, so I said, “Welcome to my abode.”

He smiled. “It’s a tad quieter than what I’m used to, but I think I’ll like it here.”

His smile made me smile. I opened the door to the bedroom and switched on the light. I saw Tyler raise his eyebrows. “A tad sparse. Going for the prison cell look?”

I realized that I didn’t have pillows for us to prop up against. “I didn’t think about bringing any bedding.”

“Just a minute.” He put the laptop bag on the bed and left. He returned several minutes later with a blanket, a set of twin sheets, and two pillows. “I always overpack.”

I smiled. I felt a little emotional. I really was lucky. God had placed a wonderful, giving man in my life when I needed it the most. I watched him as the two of us made the bed. We pushed the bed against the wall. Tyler set up his laptop, and we propped ourselves with the pillows. The laptop was between us, and we watched the latest zombie movie. I kept hoping that a scary scene would make him grab me, and I’d have an excuse to hold him. But the laptop was in the way.

I wondered whether I should reach over and touch his hand. Maybe I should just tell him that I’m gay and see how he reacts. I wondered whether he was having the same thoughts. I should do it when the film is over, I decided. So, I waited; my heart was racing.

As the credits started to roll, Tyler leaned forward and closed his laptop. He moved it to the nightstand. “I don’t know why everyone makes such a big deal about Brad Pitt. I think Ryan Reynolds is much sexier.”

I looked over at him. He was looking at his feet. I tried to keep my voice steady. “I’m gay.”

Silence followed. I closed my eyes.

“Me, too,” he said.

I looked over at him, and he was still looking at his feet.

“And I really like you,” I added.

He turned and looked at me. He smiled that wonderful smile. “I like you a lot, too.”

I reached out for his hand and held it. I ran my thumb between his fingers. He had was trembling. He moved closer to me. “No one has ever held my hand.”

“I think you’ll have to get used to it. I have a feeling that I’m going to want to hold it a lot.” I could tell he was breathing a little more heavily. I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair.

His shoulders tensed as I brushed past his ear. “That tickles.”

“What about this,” I asked as I got on all fours and touched my lips to his ear as I breathed out. Then I touched my tongue to the tip of his ear.

“That tickles, too,” his voice cracked.

I adjusted my head and gently touched my lips to his. He responded by pressing his lips to mine with more pressure. The sensation was great, but the position was awkward. I pulled away and sat with my legs straight; I told him to sit in my lap facing me. He was just the right height so our lips lined up perfectly. I was able to kiss him and hold him at the same time. My hands explored that muscular chest while my tongue began to explore his mouth. He responded in kind, and soon I felt his hardness push again my abs.

Tyler’s t-shirt kept me from exploring his chest, so I removed it for him. His nipples responded to my nibbles, and I began sucking on them. Tyler grabbed the back of my head and held it over his left pec. Each time I flicked my tongue against that erect nipple, he would emit a little moan.

I began licking the edge of his jawline, and he wrapped his legs around my waist. As I stood, he held onto my neck with his hands. I turned and lowered him onto his back. My weight pressed him down, and I continued to kiss and tongue his jaw. I moved my leg between his and continued to kiss him. I felt his cock harden; it was not as small as I first thought. I kissed down his neck and across his chest. I paid a little more attention to his nipples and rubbed the side of my face across the hair of his chest.

My penis also stiffened. Tyler reached down and ran his fingers over my crotch. A shiver ran through my body. “Will you take off your underwear so I can feel your dick?” He was certainly gaining in confidence.

I got up on my knees and grabbed his underwear and pulled them off. “No,” I said. “If you want my underwear off, you’ll have to take them off yourself.” Then I bent forward and kissed him really hard. I think it stunned him. I reached down and grabbed his cock. It got harder in my grip. I put it in my mouth and started sucking.

I heard a loud gasp and felt his hands moving across the back of my head. Before I knew it, his body stiffened, his back arched. With one twitch of his hips, he exploded in my mouth. I wasn’t expecting that, and I started coughing. Some of his cum must have gone down the wrong pipe. I swallowed most of it, but I had to sit at the edge of the bed with my head bent down to recover.

Tyler was immediately behind me rubbing my back and apologizing. “Darwin, are you OK? I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

I couldn’t answer him. I kept coughing and trying to catch my breath.

“Win, are you going to be alright?”

Finally able to breath, I turned to him. I smiled with cum dripping down my chin. “I’m fine. Just caught off guard. Don’t apologize; it’s OK.” I wiped my mouth of the remaining cum. “It’s my fault for getting too aggressive.”

“You could never be too aggressive. You’re not that kind of guy. I can tell.”

I leaned forward and kissed him.

“I’ve never ejaculated like that before. That was fantastic.” He looked away and his eyes grew misty. “There’s so much I want to say, so much I want to tell you, but I can’t find the words.

I held his head in my hands and looked deep into his eyes. Then I pulled him close to me and just held him. I rubbed his back with my open hand.

“I’ve been so lonely here,” he finally told me. “It’s almost as if I can’t remember what that felt like, and it’s only been a few hours. How is that possible?”

“I don’t know, but I feel as though you’ve made a huge difference in my life.” I kissed his forehead. “It’s moments like this one that I want to hold onto.”

“Do you want to hold me like this all night?” Tyler nuzzled me.

“ I thought we could spoon until we fell asleep. You are staying the night, aren’t you?”

“Well, if that’s what you want.” Tyler got off the bed. “There’s just one problem with that. You’re not dressed for bed.” He pushed me back and pulled my underwear down. He got as far as my knees. “You told me I had to take these off for you.” I sat back up. “Not so fast.” He grabbed one of my ankles and lifted it. He was pretty strong, and he wrestled that pair of underwear right off. My cock had started deflating when I was having my choking fit, but it sprang right to attention as Tyler removed my last bit of clothing.

“Whoa,” he said. “That is one big dick.”

“Are you calling me a big dick?” I teased. I grabbed Tyler and pulled him onto the bed. Somehow I got him on his stomach with his arms behind his back. “Maybe this big dick should shove his big dick in this tiny little hole.” I moved my dick between his ass cheeks, then I rubbed the head of my dick against his ass pucker.

Tyler made his voice sound like a little kid. “No, please sir. Please don’t hurt me, mister. It won’t fit. Don’t put your big love muscle in my tiny wittle mangina.”

“Your what?” I started laughing.

Tyler rolled over. He was laughing as well.

I pushed his hair back, leaned forward, and gently kissed him.

He got up and turned off the room lights. “Lie down next to me.”

We got under the covers, and he snuggled up to me. He used his little kid voice again. “You will be nice to me, won’t you mister?”

“Be careful. I might have to spank you.”

He turned to me. In his normal, serious voice he said, “I will never do anything to hurt you or give you a reason to spank me.”

“I wouldn’t really spank you. Hitting people is not a sign of love, not even when it’s done in jest.” I kissed him softly.

He kissed me back and then turned. His ass rubbed against my still hard cock. “Hold me.”

I put my arm around him and buried my nose in his hair. I kissed the back of his head and closed my eyes. I felt at peace, and it didn’t take long to fall asleep.

In the morning, I attempted a little good morning kiss, but his morning breath was so bad, I couldn’t risk it. He said mine was horrible too, so we started the first full day of our relationship on the solid footing of honesty. I wanted to shower together, but he went back to his room to brush his teeth, and I probably brushed mine longer than usual. Maybe it was the Chinese food that gave us stinky breath, but I would not have changed anything about the previous day. That day led me to this day.

Tyler arrived back at my room with fresh clothes and his award winning smile. He insisted on a trip to Walmart to get a TV and disc player for my room. He said the laptop would get in our way while watching movies. At the store, he kept trying to buy things for the room that I told him I really didn’t need. He told me that he wanted the room ready for him. He said he was going to request a transfer to my room the next week on the basis of a quiet atmosphere conducive to improved study, and he would need those things when he moved in. I still refused. College boys don’t need to waste their money on frivolous things.

I did let him buy me lunch. I figured it would cost him less than buying a lot of à la carte items and then sharing them with me. He is a sweetheart.

It was raining gently when we got back to the room. He set up the TV then turned to face me. “How long should we know each other before we make love?” He paused and sat on the other bed. “You know, I mean the anal sex part.”

“I thought that’s what you meant.”

“I want you to know that I think that what we did last night was make love,” he added.

“I agree with you. Now, tell me what’s on your mind.” I nodded my head. “You can tell me anything.”

“I know. I always thought that when I met the perfect guy, we’d hold hands on the first date, and he’d kiss me good-night. On the second date, there’d be a handjob. The blowjob would be on the third date, and we wouldn’t fuck until the fourth date. But I’ve been watching you today. The way you treat other people and the way you treat me, and I don’t want to wait until the fourth date.”

I smiled. This had to be the only guy on the planet to plan things out more than I did. “We don’t have to wait, Ty. The time is right when it’s right for us, Sweetheart.”

He walked over to the Walmart bag and pulled out a small bottle. He handed it to me. “The time is right for me. I want you so much. I want to feel you inside me. I want you.”

He bent forward and kissed me more passionately than ever before. He stepped back, and while standing in front of me, he removed his clothes. He asked me to remove mine. I did. Getting onto the bed, he got on his back and adjusted a pillow under his head and one under his ass. He asked me to finger his ass to loosen it up. He told me he wanted to have a full view of my face as I put my penis inside him. I opened the bottle of lube, and I did as I was told. My dick grew harder each time I slid my finger inside. At one point he said, “Now.”

I watched his eyes as I slowly slid my dick in his hole. They would grow big and then he would smile. I smiled back each time. It didn’t seem to take long before I was sliding in and out. I bent forward and kissed him. He would pull his knees up from time to time and then grab my head and pull it to him to kiss me. Both of us moaned intermittently. He occasionally whispered, “Don’t stop.”

It was gentle and caring and loving. At one point, we could hear the wind outside as it grew stronger, and the rain began to beat against the building. Still, I remained steady with slow even penetrations.

At one point, thunder shook the building, and I saw a change in Tyler’s expression. I began to speed up. I couldn’t help it. Tyler’s eyes pleaded for more, and I thrust myself hard and completely within him. The grip his ass had on my dick tightened, and he sprayed his cum onto his chin and neck. Two more thrusts and I was unloading into him. “I want all of you. Give me all of you.” With that I unloaded the last of my cum deep within him.

As I relaxed and rested my weigh on him, his tight grip on my dick pushed my dick out. I stayed on top of him, and we kissed and kissed. The lightning and rain increased in ferocity.

Finally, he said, “I knew when I first walked up to you that you’d be my first. I want you to be my only.”

“The way I feel right now, I think there’s a one hundered percent chance of that.” I slid next to him and kissed his ear. Outside, the thunder stopped, and I held Tyler even more tightly.