Under the shade of a grand old oak tree, I panted heavily, my face flushed from the relentless sun. I had been walking for hours, my backpack slumped against my shoulders, the weight of my supplies feeling heavier with every step. The sweat on my brow trickled down to my eyes, stinging them as it mixed with the dust from the trail. With a sigh of relief, I pulled the pack off, letting it drop to the ground with a thud.
I was knackered as I surveyed my surroundings, the tree standing tall and proud amidst a field of golden wheat that swayed gently in the breeze. The heat waves danced above the crops, creating a mirage of a distant lake, a teasing illusion that promised respite from the heat but remained frustratingly out of reach. My eyes searched for any signs of civilisation, but all I could see were rolling hills and the endless sea of grain stretching to the horizon. This was my reality, and I enjoyed hiking very much, but it was extremely hot, and I needed a break and an urgent need to cool off.
With a resigned sigh, I slipped off my walking boots and unbuckled my belt and pushed down my shorts, revealing the red, sun-kissed skin of my legs as I stepped out of them, kicking them towards my backpack before lying down on the cool, soft grass. I likewise kicked my walking boots in the same direction, enjoying the contrast against my hot body was heavenly, and I felt the heat begin to dissipate almost immediately, although my feet remained red hot, covered in my sweaty socks that hadn't had time to cool yet.
Wearing only my white tank top vest and tighty whities, I spread out my legs, allowing the air to circulate my body. The fabric of my underwear clung to my body, damp from perspiration, but I was too tired to care about modesty as I slipped my fingers into my socks and peeled them off my feet.
I was in heaven as I wriggled my toes in the cooling breeze, leaning back against my backpack that provided a cushion between me and the tree trunk. I pondered why I was worried about my modesty, out here in the beautiful countryside, very much alone with nature. Shaking my thoughts to one side, I closed my eyes and listened to the breeze, hoping to hear a bird or two singing, but alas, I was very much alone and at one with my thoughts and the rustling of the leaves that provided well-deserved shade for my break.
As I dozed, the sound of distant thunder echoed across the landscape. I cracked one eye open, watching the clouds form a dark line on the horizon. The wind began to pick up, gently at first, and the wheat around me started to bow in obeisance to the coming storm. A faint smell of rain tickled my nostrils, a scent that promised relief from the oppressive heat.
I felt the first few droplets land on my legs as I lay there, cool and refreshing, as the storm approached with the inevitability of providing me with a shower. I put my shorts in the backpack and then decided to stand up and break cover, preferring to stand in the open long grass, waiting for the rain to begin.
As I stood, the rain started, a gentle patter that grew louder, like the applause at the beginning of a standing ovation, until it surrounded me in a symphony of water droplets striking the dry earth and my bare skin. Slowly, it grew heavier, the droplets becoming a soothing caress that cooled my sun-soaked limbs. I raised my arms, allowing the rain to cleanse me, and felt the heat of the day dissipate beneath the downpour. My tank top clung to me like a second skin, translucent from the water, revealing my defined abs and the faint outline of my chest hair.
The sensation grew more intense as the rainwater flowed into my tighty whities, soaking the thin fabric. The water began to run down my legs, tracing a path that grew increasingly erotic as it made contact with my aroused member, which had begun to swell and press against the confines of the cotton. The feeling was oddly pleasant, a surprise amidst the dreariness of the moment, and I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sexual excitement. It was a strange sensation, my body reacting to the sudden wetness and coolness in a way that was both unexpected and intriguing.
With each droplet that hit my bare skin, my heart raced a little faster, my breathing grew a little shallower. I could feel the rainwater trickling down my chest, the coldness of it making my nipples tighten, and the fabric of my vest cling to me like a second skin. The material grew heavier, plastered against my body, and the outline of my erection grew more pronounced. It was a strange sort of liberation, standing there in the open, exposed to the elements and the world, yet hidden by the veil of rain.
I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, letting the water cascade down my face like a natural shower, washing away the grime of the trail and the sweat of the day. The coolness was heavenly, a stark contrast to the heat that had been suffocating me only moments before. The droplets hit my eyelids, running down my cheeks and onto my neck, joining the rivulets that were already making their way down my chest and stomach, pooling in my navel before continuing their journey downwards.
As the rain grew more insistent, a voice broke through the white noise of the storm. "You look amazing in the rain," it said, deep and masculine, and close enough to make me jump. I spun around, my heart racing, to find a man standing under the oak tree next to my backpack.
He was wearing a long waxed coat with a leather bush hat covering his head, which he tipped slightly to reveal piercing blue eyes that gleamed with a hint of mischief. The rainwater pouring from the brim of his hat, cascading down onto the waxed fabric, repelled the water like a duck's back. His attire was peculiar but ideal for the weather, but his presence was the most unexpected element of the scene, as I guessed he was a local rancher who had known it was going to rain.
"Sorry, I didn't hear what you said," I shouted back at the stranger.
"I said," he repeated with a grin, his teeth flashing white against his tanned face, "you look amazing in the rain." His eyes lingered on my wet vest, the fabric sticking to my chest and revealing the contours of my muscles. I felt a rush of embarrassment and excitement mingle together, the rain suddenly feeling less like a cooling shower and more like a spotlight shining on my exposed state.
"I needed a shower, I guess," I finally managed to shout back, trying to play off my sudden shyness with a casual laugh. He chuckled in response, the sound rolling out over the crescendo of rain like thunder. He stepped closer, his boots squelching in the now soggy ground. "Well, you're certainly getting one now," he said, his voice carrying a hint of something else, something that sent a thrill down my spine.
"Don't often get to see views like this," he said, staring at me in the rain, the wet fabric of my white garments providing very little modesty.
The rain grew heavier, obscuring my vision and making it difficult to read his expression. His voice washed over me like the rain itself, a smooth, deep rumble that seemed to resonate within my chest. His height was indeed impressive, towering over me by several inches, and the waxed coat, while keeping him dry, hinted at a strong, broad frame beneath. His eyes, however, remained the focal point, intense and piercing, seeing right through the thin veil of rain and fabric.
"It appears that the rain has affected you in a very positive way," he said.
I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks as I realised the state of my attire. The rain had not only made my tank top almost see-through but had also left my tighty whities clinging to me, the outline of my erection visible. I blushed deeper, unsure of how to react to his boldness.
"I guess you are right," I responded. "It appears my body has a mind of its own. I'm Steve, by the way."
The man's eyes never left me as he leaned against the sturdy oak tree, a cigarette appearing in his mouth as if by magic. He struck a match, the flame flickering in the rain, and brought it to the cigarette, inhaling deeply before letting out a plume of smoke that mixed with the misty air. "The name's Tom," he said.
"Nice to meet you, Tom and I'm sorry you see me like this, but I was hot and bothered until it started raining and now, well, I guess you can see everything."
Tom took a drag from his cigarette, his eyes never leaving my form. "No need to apologise, Steve. It's a beautiful sight," he said, his voice carrying a hint of something more than just admiration for the weather. The way he said my name sent a shiver down my spine. His gaze was like a caress, lingering on my wet, clinging clothes and the obvious arousal beneath. "Why don't you take them off and let me enjoy the view even more?"
"Do you want me to?" I replied.
"Up to you, Steve, but I would like to see you in the flesh. You never know, it might be your lucky day."
My heart was pounding in my chest as I considered his proposal. The rain was warm and refreshing, but the thought of being naked under it with him watching was exhilarating. I took a deep breath and pulled my vest over my head, throwing it to the ground. I then hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my wet tighty whities, slowly sliding them down my legs. The fabric clung to my skin, reluctant to part with the heat of my body, and when they dropped to the ground, I stepped out of them, feeling the cool rain hit my exposed flesh. My cock standing proud with droplets running down the shaft.
"Like what you see, Tom?"
Tom's eyes were glued to my naked form, his smile grew wider, revealing a set of perfectly straight teeth, and he took a long drag from his cigarette before flicking it into the rain. "Very much so, Steve," he said, his voice low and smoky. "You fancy a little bit of fun in the rain?"
I swallowed hard, the rain beating down on my bare skin, making me feel both vulnerable and incredibly alive. "What did you have in mind?"
"Do you like big boys, Steve?"
I nodded, unable to find my voice as Tom pushed himself off the trunk and closed the gap between us slightly as he remained protected by the tree.
"I'm a big boy who loves cute boys like you, and I want to join you in the shower. Can I join you in the shower, Steve?"
Tom's question hung in the air like a challenge, his eyes dark with desire. I could feel my heart racing faster as the rain grew more intense. My mind raced with scenarios of what could happen next. This was not what I had expected from my quiet hike in the countryside. But something about the situation thrilled me beyond words. I nodded, unable to find the voice to agree verbally.
With a grin that was more predatory than playful, Tom took off his coat and hung it from a branch. Keeping his hat on, he unbuttoned his shirt, the fabric sticking to his chest like a second skin, revealing a tapestry of taut muscles and a trail of hair leading down to his belt. He pulled the shirt off and hung it over the branch next to his coat, the waxed material shaking off the rainwater. His chest was broad and strong, with just a hint of a six-pack, the kind that comes from hard work rather than a gym membership.
He stepped out from under the tree, closing the gap between us. Rainwater cascaded down his bare chest, running in rivulets over his defined abs and down to the waistband of his jeans. He unbuckled his belt with a slow deliberation that made my stomach flip. His eyes never left mine as he pulled his zipper down, revealing his arousal, straining against the denim as he removed his jeans, throwing them under the tree for protection.
Tom stepped closer, tossing his hat against the trunk, allowing the rain to hit him full force, plastering his hair to his forehead and running down his face. He reached out, his hand warm despite the cold rain, and touched my chest. I gasped as his thumb grazed my nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my cock. His touch was firm, but gentle, as if he were exploring every inch of me. His fingers traced the contours of my body, following the paths the rain had already made.
He leaned in, and our lips met in a fiery kiss, the rain mingling with our saliva as our tongues danced together. The thunder was now directly above us, the lightning flashing in his eyes, reflecting the passion in mine. The storm had brought us together in this moment of raw, unbridled lust, and we were both eager to explore the connection that had sparked between us.
Tom's hands roamed lower, grabbing my arse cheeks and pulling me closer to him. I could feel his cock, hard and hot, pressing against my own, separated by only a thin layer of wet fabric. His thumbs played with the waistband of his underwear, slipping underneath to tease the sensitive skin of my hips. His mouth moved to my neck, nipping and kissing, leaving a trail of fire that had my legs trembling.
I reached down to reciprocate, fumbling with his wet briefs which I pushed down and his cock sprang free, bobbing in the rain. It was thick and long, a testament to the kind of man he was, and I couldn’t help but admire it.
We were both naked now, our bodies entwined as we kissed and touched in the open field. The rain had turned into a torrent, the thunder now a constant roar, and the lightning a strobe light to our passionate encounter. The wheat around us was beaten down by the rain, but we stood firm, two men in the storm, lost in each other's embrace.
Tom took my hand and led me into the field, away from the tree. The rain was like a showerhead above us, coming from every direction, and we were both getting wetter by the second. He laid me down in the grass, the cold earth a stark contrast to the heat of our bodies. He positioned himself over me, his cock nudging against my stomach, leaving a trail of heat.
Our eyes locked as he reached down and took hold of my cock, giving it a gentle squeeze before guiding it into his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming, the coolness of the rain mixing with the heat of his mouth, the wetness of his tongue against my sensitive skin. I moaned, the sound lost in the cacophony of the storm, as he began to suck me in earnest. His hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of me, while his mouth brought me to the brink of climax.
The lightning flashed again, and in that moment of stark white light, I saw the pure lust in Tom's eyes. He looked like a wild animal, claiming his territory, and I was his willing prey. The rain washed over us as he moved his mouth away from me, replacing it with the heat of his body. He positioned himself at my entrance, and with one swift motion, he started to push inside me.
I was relaxed and ready to receive him, but the sensation was intense and painful; the rain acted like a natural lube, allowing him to slide in easily despite my tightness. I gripped the wet grass beneath me, my nails digging in as he began to move, his hips pumping in rhythm with the pounding rain. The thunder was now a constant rumble, and each flash of lightning seemed to illuminate our bodies in the throes of passion.
We moved together on the grass and dust that had been transformed into pure mud by the torrent of water that continued to shower us, our rhythm synced to the storm, our breaths mingling with the scent of ozone and wet earth. Tom's body was a warm, heavy weight against mine, and I felt every inch of him, every muscle tensing and releasing as he pushed deeper. The rain washed away any pretence or inhibition, leaving us raw and exposed in the most primal of ways.
His hands held my hips firmly, his grip tightening as he increased his pace. The sensation was incredible, a mix of pleasure and pain that grew with every stroke. I could feel him stretching me open, filling me up in a way that was both exhilarating and overwhelming. The thunder clapped loudly above us, and it was as if the sky itself was applauding our union.
Our bodies were slick with rain, mud and sweat, moving together in a dance as old as time. His skin was hot against mine, and every touch sent sparks of pleasure through me. His mouth found mine again, and we kissed deeply, tasting each other in the rain. His teeth grazed my bottom lip, and I moaned into his mouth, the sound lost in the storm.
The rain grew colder, and the lightning flashed more frequently, but we paid it no attention. We were lost in each other, the storm outside mirroring the tempest inside us. His strokes grew more urgent, and I could feel him getting closer to the edge. His breaths were ragged in my ear, and his hips slammed into me with a force that had me gasping for air.
The thunder rolled closer, and the lightning crackled above us. In that instant, Tom stiffened, and I felt the hot spurt of his release fill me up. He groaned, his body shaking with the intensity of his orgasm, and I followed suit, my climax crashing over me like a wave as I shot cum onto my chest only to mix with the rainwater pouring from my torso. There was no doubt is thrusting and pounding had found my g-spot as I continued to pump cum in torrents that emulated the rains intensity.
We lay there, panting and trembling, the rain washing over us as we slowly came back to ourselves after what felt like an eternity. Tom pulled out, his cock glistening in the rain only to lay beside me, and we shared a lazy smile, our bodies still entwined. We were two men, two strangers brought together by the whims of the weather, and I couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of peace.
"Well, that was unexpected," I murmured, my voice hoarse from the shouting.
Tom chuckled, the sound rumbling in his chest. "It sure was," he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "But sometimes, the best things in life are."
We lay there for a few more minutes, listening to the storm rage on. The rain had cooled my skin, but the heat between us remained, a warm ember that glowed despite the deluge. Finally, Tom sat up, the rain beading on his broad shoulders.
"I should get going," he said, his voice a little softer now as he stood up and returned to the shelter of the tree. I continued to lie in the mud and rain as I watched him reach for his discarded clothes, his movements unhurried and almost lazy.
“You look funny, Tom, with all the mud on your body,” I told him.
“You should laugh,” he responded. “You should look at yourself. You’re a picture of beauty and mud, and if I don’t leave now, I might have to take you again.”
“You can if you want,” I responded, feeling a twinge of regret that our moment was over.
Tom carried on dressing as I looked around for my vest and tighty whities. "Don't think I can wear these," I said as the storm seemed less intense now that our passion had been sated. “They’re very muddy,” I declared, holding them up for Tom to see.
“I guess you will have to stay naked then,” Tom exclaimed as he took his shirt off the branch.
Once Tom was dressed, we shared one last look, a silent understanding passing between us. "Thank you, Steve," Tom said, his voice gruff with emotion. "It's not often I get to enjoy something like that."
"It certainly took me by surprise, Tom," I replied, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. "It was... incredible and I enjoyed it very much although my tighty whities are not so white anymore."
He chuckled and nodded, then turned to leave, his footsteps squelching in the mud as he untethered a horse, which I had only just noticed was on the other side of the tree. I watched him go, feeling a strange mix of sadness and contentment and disbelief that I had never realised he had a horse. The storm was passing, and the world was returning to normal, but for a brief, electrifying moment, our passion had been louder than the thunder.
The rain grew lighter as I returned to sit underneath the tree, wondering what to do with my wet vest and tighty whities. My shorts were dry at least, and emotionally, I was feeling a sense of renewal. As I zipped up my backpack, I hung my wet items from a strap.
I couldn’t help but wonder if I would ever see Tom again. But for now, the memory of our stormy encounter was enough to keep me warm as I prepared to continue my journey, the scent of rain and sex lingering on my skin with Tom's seed continuing to leak down my leg.
With renewed vigour, I swung my backpack over my shoulder and set out into the field, my bare feet sinking into the now-muddy earth with each step. The rain had cooled my body, and the sensation of the wet grass and mud between my toes was surprisingly invigorating. The countryside was alive with the sound of the storm moving on, leaving in its wake a world refreshed and reborn.
As the sun peeked out from behind the retreating storm clouds, I felt a sense of freedom that I hadn’t experienced in a long time. The mud clung to my skin like a second layer, painting a natural camouflage that made me feel one with the earth. My cock swayed slightly as I walked, the reminder of our passionate interlude bringing a smile to my face.
My thoughts drifted to Tom, to his strong hands and his insatiable appetite. The rain had washed away any reservations I had, leaving only the raw desire that had led us to this moment. I felt a sudden urge to run, to let my body feel the full force of the elements against my bare skin. And so, I did.
The sun grew stronger, warming my body as the rainwater evaporated from my skin. My wet clothes and shoes hanging from my backpack were now a soggy mess, but I felt a strange liberation from their absence. The countryside was vast and untouched, and I was just a speck moving through it, uninhibited and alive.
The sun began to set, painting the sky in a palette of oranges and pinks that reflected off the puddles scattered across the landscape. It was time to find a spot to set up camp, to rest my weary muscles and reflect on the day’s events. As I approached a hill that looked like it would provide a decent view and protection from the wind, I saw a figure in the distance.
My heart raced as I squinted through the fading light. Could it be Tom, watching me from afar, his eyes filled with the same hunger that had driven us together under the oak tree? I couldn’t tell, but the thought was intoxicating, a thrill that added to the excitement of the day’s adventure.
The figure grew further away, and my heart sank as I realised it was just a lone traveller going in the other direction as I climbed a hill. At the top, I found a flat spot to lay out my sleeping bag and set up my tent. The air was cooler now, hinting at the night’s approach, and I was grateful for the shelter the oak had provided earlier. The mud had started to dry on my skin, leaving a cracked, earthy mask that crumbled away with each movement.
As darkness fell, I slipped into my tent, naked and alone once more. I pulled out my phone, the screen glowing a soft blue in the confined space, to check for any messages. There was nothing but that to be expected.
I lay there, my mind racing with thoughts of what could have been, what might still be, and what would surely come to pass in the days ahead. The storm had not only cooled my body but also stirred something deep within my soul. I was forever changed by the experience, and as I drifted off to sleep, the whisper of the night breeze playing across my skin, I knew that I would never look at a rain shower quite the same way again.
