The Storm Rages On
The storm raged on. Tanner struggled to get Thor onto his bed. It took all his strength as his neighbor was a well-built man. Finally, he succeeded. He covered up the man's naked body. At that moment lightning struck lighting up the interior of his cabin. he lights went out. He went to a window to make sure the lightning did not start a fire. Thankfully it did not. However, gazing out the window, he noticed the lightning struck the very evergreen bush that broke Thor's fall from the roof.
Had he not been at the cabin Thor would have ...
Tanner made himself stop thinking about ... what ifs. Another crash of thunder. The rain came down asunder as he got a wet washcloth and began cleaning up his neighbor's cuts from the fall. In an afford to identify the man in his bed, Tanner checked his pants pockets. A wallet fell out. No pictures, no phone number. He did find the man's Driver's License. "Tom Bracket, aged 29. We're both the same age."
Another clap of loud thunder shook the cabin. The rain just poured down.
In a weak voice Tanner heard Thor/Tom speak. "Do you always rifle through injured men's pockets of the men you strip."
"You were soaking wet. Did you want me to let you stay in wet clothes. Get sick or worse get pneumonia."
Tom stayed quiet.
Tanner went to his liquor cabinet and took out a bottle of whiskey. He poured a shot and brought it to the injured Tom. "Swallow it Tom, it'll take the chill off."
Surprisingly, he obeyed and took the shot down, shivering from the alcohol. More thunder.
"Can I have my clothes?"
"They're soaking wet and I don't have a dryer yet. Do you?"
"I got a clothesline in the back of my cabin."
"At the moment, that's not going to help. Another crackling loud thunder felt like it was right above them. "Did I damage the new evergreen bush when I fell on it? I planted it only a few days ago. The one I fell on?"
"No, the lightning bolt destroyed it." The wind picked up.
There was dead silence except for the pounding rain.
Realizing that Tanner was his savior he quietly said, "So, I'm indebted to you."
"No, you're not. None-the-less I thank you for bringing me firewood."
Tom remained silent.
"You hungry?"
"I could eat."
"Do you want to try getting up? maybe sit at that kitchen table."
"Yeah, I would,"
Tanner went to his dresser and pulled out underwear. "Here's some ... tighty-whities so you're not naked."
A smile rose on Tom's face. He winced as he pulled up the underwear. "You're getting back at me for the comment I made before."
With a smile Tanner said," Maybe". He helped pull the wounded man up into a sitting position.
A loud crackling of thunder shook everything in the cabin. Tanner shivered, "I'm surprised the lights haven't gone out."
"Both cabins have a backup generator. Kicks in automatically."
Holding onto Tom's waist, they walked to the table. And he sat. Tanner took out the frozen pizza, turned on the oven and sat next to Tom.
"Out of nowhere. Tom casually asked, "so you're gay?"
Getting defensive, Tanner shot back, "You're assuming this?"
Quietly Tom spoke, "you have a pride flag sticker on your bumper."
Tanner put his head down. "Okay I'm an asshole. I apologize."
Tom leaned to Tanner and touched his forearm. "I'm gay too."
"What are you doing in the middle nowhere?"
"I could ask you the same question. I got sick and tired of men more interested in my body than who I am. The person that I am. The artist that I am."
"You're an artist?"
"Yes. Just like you. You're a writer. I paint, acrylic and watercolor."
"How do you know I was a writer?" Tanner felt like he was Alice ... in wonderland.
"Because I read your two books. Your picture was on the back cover. I ordered them from Amazon. Your picture was there too. Then you appear at my door. I freaked out."
Your first book with Jorge wanting to break free from the gay community. He was a model and everyone wanted to be with him because he was so good looking. Not for who he was. I related to it. Tears rolled down his check"
I busted out into tears myself crying like a baby. "And I needed to get away from the gay community to do my work. Because living in the gay community was too much for me."
Before we knew it, we were kissing deeply, we fell on the rug, he on top of me. He ripped off my shirt. I kissed his neck. We rolled over frantically I kissed his neck again and moved my tongue down his body stopping at his nipples. I felt his hands opening my pants zipper, then pulling them down ripping off the underwear from my body. I grabbed the tighty-whities I'd just given him and ripped them off of him. We got on our sides.
Our cocks were harder than the earth itself. I swallowed his big, beautiful cock. His mouth engulfed my cock, choking as he went down on me. The slurping and the moaning in heat of the moment drove us to a passion neither of us had ever experienced. We licked each other's balls for what seemed like forever. We began fingering each other. Panting I asked, "Top or bottom."
"Versatile "
"Me too!"
Then he started licking my begging hole. He coated his finger with saliva and slowly worked it up my hole. "Deeper, I shouted."
"My tongue dove into his hot hole sucking at its tightness."
He put another finger up my hole while he swallowed my dick again. I was tingling. I pulled out of his hole then slammed him again aiming my cock at his perfect pink puckered paradise. I screamed as I came dumping my cum deeply into him. Tom got on his knees howled like a wolf and shoved his huge cock into my hole banging me relentlessly until his cum overflowed out of my ass. I felt his hand on my cock. I grabbed his cock. We fell into a 69 position. We both came again in each other's mouth. Panting, growling, breathing hard and howling.
This was the beginning of a beautiful relationship. We noticed at the same time the storm ceased.
"Oh, my god we forgot the pizza!"
And then we kissed.
