Stranded by the Storm

By David Sullivan

November 11, 2007

Getting away wasn’t really the issue because my life was going pretty good. Maybe it was a lust to wander

It was a good trip, I took my time, I was careful with my money but I had enough so there was no worry. On the way back home I decided to take Highway 101, the coast route. It was longer, as all coast routes are, but more beautiful. I had fun stopping whenever I wanted in the small towns and communities. My car, a five-year-old Toyota Corolla was reliable and gave great gas mileage.

December driving was good with none of the wild storms I had prepared for. I was told Oregon and Washington were famous for them. Ah, no worry then, all went well until the middle of the Oregon coast. It started as a mild rain, transformed into a steady rain and then the sky opened up. My wipers couldn’t keep the windshield clear and I had to slow way down.

Being in a car in heavy storms had always scared me and excited me, both at the same time, since I was a kid. I should tell you, my name is David Steven Sullivan. My European ancestry is quite mixed but I’m a standard white boy. Twenty-five years old, 5’6", 134 pounds, short brown hair and sexy green eyes (blush).

I run and lift weights and was told a long time ago I’d never be muscular, my former goal. I just wasn’t born with great muscles and I refuse to take steroids.

I am however well toned and notably sexy (I’ve been working on my self esteem, so I can say that). I’m pretty conservative and often a bit shy in life, later thinking, "why didn’t I say this, or that?" There are no tattoos or piercings on my body and what mild facial hair grows I shave as needed. Often I’m told I look like I’m 18 or 19 years old <Grin>.

Funny thing: when I get scared, nervous or embarrassed I get an erection. It’s happened so much since I was a kid that I just accept it and sometimes enjoy it. The heavy storm made me scared and excited. I had to shift to adjust the growth in my briefs; inside my 501 style Levi jeans. I loved the 501’s because of all the buttons instead of a zipper. I was drifting mentally working up a sexual fantasy despite the fact I could barely see through the windshield.

Reality returned as a car ahead hydroplaned, spun around, just like in the movies and slid sideways off the road. I turned on my warning flashers and stopped. I was not sure what to do but I had my dad’s old rain slicker. It went from head to toe and would keep me dry. I went towards the car as the driver got out, throwing on his hooded raincoat. His car was in a small gully and the right tires stuck in the mud.

I said I could pull him out and he nodded. I ran to my trunk, got out a tow cable (thanks dad, for telling me to take it), hooked it to the metal eyelet on the back, bottom of my car, the ones used to tie the cars down during transport on ships and trains. I handed the other end to the driver of the stuck car. He hooked up, we both went easy, he was able to get a little traction and the car was freed. We went ahead to a safe shoulder, unhooked the tow cable and he began to say his thanks when a state trooper arrived.

The trooper got out, well protected from the elements in his rain uniform and asked if we had an accident.

We told what happened and he asked if we planned on continuing south. We both said yes and he said no.

The road was washed out and he suggested we turn back the few miles and stay in Florence. What choice was there? I didn’t care, I had no schedule so I’d get a place and stay the night, or two.

The other driver, who I barely noticed, said he was on company business and would also go back to Florence.

He finished his thanks, offered me some money, which of course I refused and we both turned northbound. I drifted back into fantasy, crossed a quaint, old bridge and entered Florence. On the left was a quaint inn with a lighthouse motif. It looked very old but nicely redone

We grinned, huddled in our raincoats from the heavy, driving rain and went in. We exchanged some standard comments about the weather. I stopped to look at my watch and find my wallet as he walked up to the desk clerk. I think I heard the clerk say something like, "it’s ok, you fellas are welcome here". I gave it no attention. The other driver asked for a room as a state trooper said the road was closed to the south.

The clerk, friendly guy it seemed, real old, about 50 or so (heheheheheeeee) and I guess standard height and weight but the type that you just like right away.

He said, "queen bed ok," and the other driver nodded as I stood behind him to wait for my room. The clerk said the road department was pretty good and the road would likely be open tomorrow but sometimes they take an extra day. He said there was a flashlight in each room and added all their rooms were small but cozy and romantic and had a small wood stove to stay warm in case the electricity goes out, which was likely. He then completely got my attention by saying, "you boys are lucky to get the last room, all booked up now."

The other driver turned and looked at me, I looked at him and then the clerk. The clerk got it. He said, "oh my God, I thought you two boys were together, I mean, you walked in together and were chatting and well you sure looked like a couple, like you belong together.

Gee, I’m sorry, I should have asked, but I only have one room left".

I blushed from embarrassment; the small lobby got quiet before the clerk said he’d call some of the other motels for a room. The other driver began to apologize and said I had actually driven in first and since I had helped him, I rightfully should get the room. I said it was ok, I’d go elsewhere, no worry, I’m on vacation with no schedule.

As we waited for the clerk to get off the phone I began to realize the other driver was about my age and as he took his raincoat off that he was good looking.

Not as hot as me, but what the hell, still good looking (lol). It looked like he was half white and half something else, maybe Asian. As I looked, or glanced to be discrete, he was looking hotter by the minute. He wore a business shirt and a kind of business slacks but baggy and they hung down just a bit oversized, like a lot of guys wear. His tie was loosened, he was clean shaved, had hot hazel eyes and a real cute smile. He was about 5’10", and a medium build. We began a casual chat; he thanked me again for pulling him out and said he felt bad about the room situation.

The clerk came back out and again said he was real sorry, and all the other inns and motels are booked up, "even the honeymoon suites" he added, coyly. He then said, "you boys are getting along pretty good and since it’s only for one night, maybe you’ll consider sharing the room."

I blushed, the other driver (damn, did he say what his name was?) said hesitantly, ‘yea, sure, we can do that, David can have the bed, I camp a lot, I can sleep on the floor’. He added he’d pay for the room since I rescued him and he had an emergency sleeping bag in his company car.

What choice did I have? I agreed. We went to the room, which had the entrance around the back, kind of private. The rain lessened a bit but was still heavy.

We drove our cars around the back; each of us brought a bag in and tried to settle in. I said I felt weird spending the night with a total stranger. He said he kind of felt the same but we’d be ok, morning would come fast. He called me by name and I embarrassed myself by saying I’d forgotten his name. He smiled and told me again, "it’s James" and he kept his smile.

He said he was going out to get dinner and asked me to join him, his treat on the company credit card. What the hell, I said "sure". We went in his car, down the road, found a little restaurant that the clerk recommended. It was almost full. We went in, ordered food and the waitress said, "Are you boys old enough to drink beer?" I thought it was a strange question because we didn’t order any, but we both said yes and she walked off.

She came back with a glass of beer for each of us and said it was because they were busy and it would be a while before our food came. "Make yourselves at home and chat" as she, kind of, well - lovingly, patted our hands. She had a smile as she walked away.

James and I were soon talking like old friends. We leaned back in our chairs, stuck a leg out from under the table and when we finished our beers, he got up, walked behind the tiny bar and looked at the waitress.

I was surprised that he was so bold. She said, "on the left" and James filled our glasses from the beer tap on the left. He brought our beers back. He grinned and said, "she said to make ourselves at home, and so I did." Gee, he had a sexy grin.

I told James I lived in California, decided to take a road trip and had no schedule. I said I worked for a good company in customer relations and was overall happy. I regretted saying "overall" and he asked why.

I sat up straight, took a long drink of my second beer and added it was the anniversary of my best friend’s death. Yea, It was several years ago but he was my best friend, also named David, and I felt part of me died with him. I said we had been in a bad car crash and he died in my arms. I left out that we were also lovers.

James said he worked for a business machine service company and he fixed office equipment up and down the Oregon coast. He said it cost him a few girlfriends because he worked and traveled a lot. He liked it and hated being tied down. We both played sports in high school and college and had some other things in common. We also had other interests and it became a joke, as one or the other of us would say something and the other would say, "Hell, I didn’t know that".

Our beer glasses became empty so I got the courage up to go the bar and refill them. The waitress was very busy but had a spring in her step for an old gal (in her fifties, I guess, heheheheeheheeeeee, I’m a smart ass sometimes). She kept a good sense of humor and seemed really happy and not bothered or stressed at being so busy. She saw me behind the bar and after I filled our glasses she yelled at me and said, "Hey you, get away from there, you’re too young". I immediately put the glasses down, got that scared, "oh shit, I’m busted" look on my face as she came over and laughed. She saw my face and apologized. She said she was just teasing and didn’t mean to embarrass me. She came around the bar, gave me a hug and said, "sorry, I’m a real wise ass at times" (gee, where had I heard that before.) She added, "you take the beers back to your boyfriend, the food will be out real quick". She walked away and I didn’t have time to say we weren’t boyfriends.

I did wonder why the clerk at the inn and now this waitress thought we were a gay couple. For the record, I am not gay. Yeah, I’ve had sex and one love affair with guys but I don’t think that makes me gay, does it? I’ve slept with more girls than I have boys. Oh, what the hell….

James was grinning when I brought the beers back. He said I was cute when I blushed and got embarrassed. I drank. The food came, we ate and the waitress asked if I was mad at her, as she pouted. It made me smile, then laugh. She bend down and kissed me on the cheek.

We finished our food, got back in the car and drove to our private entrance. It was still raining hard and we both had our raincoats on. James said he wanted to walk in the rain and grinned. I said, "what the hell"

and began to walk with him.

The beers had loosened us and soon we both added swear words into our conversation and began to tell dirty jokes including gay jokes. We finally got back to the room and James lit a fire in the tiny but well, just real cute wood stove. It had a glass insert so we could see the fire. It began to heat the room and it felt good.

I began to strip down to be comfortable as I do at home. I had my shirts and shoes and socks off and just finished unbuttoning my 501’s when I realized what I was doing. I looked at James and said, "Uh, ok if I get comfortable?" He grinned (damn that grin was

sexy) and said, "looks like you forgot I was here for a minute. Gee, we’re just married a few hours and you’re taking me for granted," as he laughed. I said nothing.

He said he wanted to do the same but since I got embarrassed easy he didn’t want to do that to me. He began to strip down too as the small, quaint room warmed wonderfully. I watched as he spoke and undressed. He said it was funny that the clerk thought we were a couple, and he said he heard what the waitress said. He was down to his briefs (damn I love

briefs) and added, "Uh, you do like girls, right David?" I instantly answered, "hell yeah". I instantly regretted my answer. What the hell, he’s a stranger, I wouldn’t see him again and I’d been thinking about admitting I may be bisexual. And well, he was cute, and well, what the hell…

We were both in our briefs and it really reminded me of college. For the last two years of college I shared a four-bedroom house with various roommates, guys and girls. It was common for all of us to walk around in underwear, sometimes the girls would go topless. No one who lived in the house dated anyone else in the house but there were times that college hormones ran high, especially at exam times, that "stress reduction sex" or "SRS" occurred

So, James and I were both in our briefs, mine were Hanes, mid-rise, red with a white waistband. I’ve had low self-esteem my whole life but I do accept, and accepted then, that I was sexy and cute, had a hot ass and looked very sexy in briefs. I began to let my mind drift and I felt a boner begin. I got control of my fantasy-laden mind and my cock went back into hibernation.

James wore hot-looking briefs, dark blue, standard model with a black waistband and white piping around the fly. I was more toned than him and blurted out, "Dude, you don’t work out very much, do you?" I then added, "Hey, sorry, it’s the beer, that was kind of rude". He grinned, that sexy grin, and said, "If it’s obvious it’s ok to say it." He said he was never interested in weight lifting but ran about 30 miles per week. Damn, that’s a lot.

The storm grew worse and the wind was severe. James estimated the wind at over 60 mph and grinned. He said he loved storms just as the lighting and thunder began

- he said he liked that too. He grinned and said he gets boners from it. It was then his turn to apologize and say it was the beer and his comment was gross. He then said he didn’t really get boners from lighting and thunder but he grinned and I didn’t know what to believe. I grinned and he said I was cute when I grinned.

I was sure he was straight but that was twice he said I was cute. We chatted more about miscellaneous stuff.

He said he was half white and half Hawaiian. Yum. We tried the television but there was nothing good on.

Finally at about 10:30 I said I wanted to try to sleep. I was nervous about the sleeping situation

James started to unroll his sleeping bag and I said there wasn’t much room on the floor and I was skinny and wasn’t going to use much of the bed and I had slept with a brother and sometimes cousins at times and it would be ok if he wanted to share the bed but I didn’t want to make him feel uneasy and I was straight and all and I didn’t snore and I was a good bed partner and …

I realized I was talking too much. He grinned and said he’d behave if I would. I got in bed facing out and he got in bed. I glanced at the fire in the stove, started thinking about things including the situation we were in and sometime during that time I fell asleep.

I woke a few hours later. I looked for the time on the nearby alarm clock but it was black. I guessed the electricity was out. The fire was going nicely and some candles were lit (hmm, candles?) I sat up and saw the window curtains open and James had the small couch turned around to face out. He was looking out as he lounged on the couch. The storm was more intense than before. The rain slammed into the window, the lightning lit the room and the thunder shook it. I was kind of scared, nervous and excited ergo, I had a boner.

I walked up to the couch, it only took about two and a half steps in the small room, and as the lightning flashed I looked over James’s shoulder. I thought sure he was playing with himself. I got scared and felt I was intruding on him. I turned to sneak back into bed but he realized I was up. He said he couldn’t sleep and was a "storm watcher" and he just enjoyed them. He took his hand out of his briefs (I THOUGHT he was touching himself) and said he was just kicking back.

He didn’t seem to be embarrassed or anything. I was.

He asked if I was ok. I said yea and he invited me to sit on the couch. He said he turned it around to watch the storm. He moved his legs to give me room. I sat, stiffly. He asked if the storm scared me. Of course I said no, and then, a few moments later I said, "yea, kind of". We talked about storms and he said at times like this his mind really works overtime and he thinks about all kinds of stuff.

He went on and on and said he thought about past relationships, his family, his teen years, what his future would be like and other stuff. Then I was sure he realized he was talking too much and just stopped.

It was quiet between us and I felt something had to be said. I couldn’t think of anything, but I felt something had to be said. I usually feel uncomfortable in silence, one of the things that bothered past girlfriends boyfriends. I put my feet on the couch and bumped James’s feet.

I excused myself and he smiled and said there was room for all four of our legs and he didn’t bite. He asked if I was uncomfortable with being in the room with him. I blurted out, "hell no" and immediately felt I said too much, in the emotion of my answer. I was often getting on myself about inappropriate answers.

He adjusted his position on the couch as he looked out at the storm. His legs moved closer to mine and they touched. He kept them there; I wondered if I should move but I was afraid to. I wanted to just say I liked him but was afraid. Damn…

He put a hand over his package. I glanced. He put his hand inside his briefs. I glanced. It looked like he was lightly stroking himself. I got a boner and was afraid. Damn, why am I always afraid? I wanted to touch him, say something, I hated this unsure dance that was going on. I had hit on guys before when I thought it was obvious and it turned out I was wrong.

Damn, society sucks and all these silly sexual games.

I glanced again and I was pretty sure he was playing with himself. I didn’t know what to do or say and then I felt myself get up, like a zombie, like I was out of my body. I went to my suitcase, opened my little toiletry bag, and took out a rubber and some lube. I felt my heart racing, pounding in my chest. I felt like someone else controlled my body. I was scared, nervous and excited all at the same time.

I walked back over to him and he was watching me. I put the rubber and lube in his lap, walked to my side of the bed, lay face down and pulled my briefs down a bit. Damn, was this ok, I felt so weird. I had my head turned towards him but could barely see him out of my side vision. Damn, did I just fuck it all up? Damn, he’s probably straight and is thinking how will he get out of this. He’s probably thinking, "why did he just do that?" and that I’m some gay faggot.

My mind was in overdrive as I felt my briefs being pulled down more. I turned my head to the side of the bed and I saw he was standing next to the bed. He had pulled my briefs down to my knees; I had barely pulled them down enough to show my ass. "Oh my God, Oh, my God, oh my God" I thought. "Is he going to do it?"

"Oh damn, is he interested?" Later I had to ridicule myself for thinking that, "duh, David, he’s holding the lube and rubber and just pulled your briefs down, dude, of course he’s interested."

He lowered his own briefs to his knees. His cock stood out, angled upward. He opened the rubber’s foil pouch and unrolled the condom onto his hard cock. I could see pretty clearly from the light of the fire and candles. He stepped up closer to my head and flipped open the top of the lube and very slowly, meticulously applied lube to his cock. It looked to be a nice size, not huge but a healthy size. He put some lube on his left hand and applied lube on my crack and hole. He used more, ummm, making a bit of a mess. I felt my cock throbbing under me. My mind started racing again and I forced it back to be just in the moment.

He put a hand on my back and patted it but said nothing. What did the pat mean, what was he trying to tell me. He got on top of me and I felt his hard cock at my crack moving up and down. He used a finger to find my boi-hole, shoved a finger in and stroked a few times before pulling it out. I tried to calm myself and took a deep breath. At that moment his cock entered my hole. It broke through and slid in.

Ummmmmmmmm, yes, I loved it. There was definitely some pain too, but I liked that too since it wasn’t too bad; it even added to the thrill. Damn, yes, being drilled by a stranger, a sexy stud.

I felt him lower himself onto me. I love that feeling.

He began pumping. Slowly at first but he speed increased after a while. Then faster, faster. Both of us began to breath harder. I shifted my head from one side, then the other. I wished for a mirror to watch.

I made myself stay in the moment. I just enjoyed it, his cock pumping my boi ass; his body weight on top of me.

He breathing changed again and he began to grunt or make some kind of noise. It was hard to hear throught the storm and thunder. He lifted up a bit off me, he hands went to my shoulders, he made almost gasping noises and I wondered if he was cumming. His thrusting changed and I was enjoying it. He could only have been in me about four or five minutes. Then I knew

He was making noises that I can’t describe. His body shook and quivered. There was no question; he was having a great orgasm.

After some time, I don’t know how long or short, I felt him roll to the right, towards the middle of the bed and he rolled me with him. He kept his cock in my ass. Of course my cock was boned and I felt his left hand go to it and begin to stroke. This was a first time for this position for me. I moved back a bit into him. His right arm was under me and he hugged me with it. His left hand, which still had lube on it, was stroking my cock. He stroked with the skin and other times rubbed and rotated his palm over the top of my cock head. DAMN! I was in heaven.

Suddenly I felt myself explode with little warning. My body tensed, and then bent forward as I still lay on my side, then I arched back into James. My bod went rigid for a moment, I heard myself grunting and felt the spasms of my cock. It had to be one of the best sexual events I had experienced. My climax lasted for a nice long time before it subsided and I went limp. I was aware his cock was still in me. We were both breathing hard and fast. He rubbed my cum into my groin, my cock and my chest. He then hugged me ever so wonderfully. We stayed that way for a while, I don’t know how long, and I felt his cock slip out of my ass.

He kissed the back of my neck, then my back, down to my ass and then both ass cheeks. There was some light biting too and I loved it. He jumped over me onto the floor, knelt next to the bed and looked at me, face-to-face and grinned.

He then took me by the hand, stood me on the floor as he removed the briefs from both of our bodies. He picked up one candle and led me to the shower. We took our time soaping and rinsing each other in silence.

The storm continued and I liked it. My cock became very full again, and so was his. I played with it, his nuts and his ass. He touched and rubbed my body all over. We hugged and then kissed. We looked into each others’ eyes in the light of the candle and we smiled

- I blushed.

We finished in the shower and dried each other off. He led me back into the small room, went to his suitcase and pulled out a clean pair of briefs. He put them on me. I got the hint, went to my bag, took out a pair of my briefs and put them on him. We smiled, grinned, hugged and kissed in silence. For once I didn’t feel awkward and didn’t feel like something had to be said.

We sat on the couch, entwined in each other. James had grabbed the comforter off the bed and put it over us.

I looked at the storm and stayed close. He said he wasn’t gay but thought he was bi because both men and women turned him on. He said he fooled around with guys but just on the sports teams from high school and college. He was glad we got stranded and hoped I was happy. He apologized for cumming so fast, adding my ass was very tight. He grinned.

I said I thought I was probably bi because men and women turned me on. I admitted my best friend who died in my arms was also the first guy I had sex with and we had taken each other’s cherry. I began to apologize for being stupid and silly and unsure and awkward and that I said inappropriate things and embarrassed myself and…

I was talking too much. He hugged me, and told me how hot and cute and sexy I was and he was shocked when I put the rubber and lube in his lap. He said he didn’t know what to do next at that moment and was afraid to have been so forward by touching his cock in front of me. He said he wasn’t sure if I was interested in him but he was very glad and extremely excited when I brought rubber and lube to him. We moved to the bed and slept with some gentle contact between us.

I woke hours later and it was daylight. The worst of the storm was past with mild to moderate rain falling.

The electricity was still out and the fire had died down. I realized I was wearing James’s briefs and I liked it. My cock was hard. I rolled over to face him.

I lightly touched and then stroked his handsome face and neck. He stirred and awoke. We smiled, moved closer and we hugged. I reached down and he was hard.

He then grinned real wide, got up, went around the bed to my side and put a rubber and lube on my chest. He kept grinning, got on the bed face down, and waited. I knelt on the bed, slowly pulled the briefs down, my briefs that he was wearing, slowly opened the rubber, lowered his briefs that I wore and did it all so he could see. I slowly put the rubber on, grinning as my heart pounded.

I opened the lube, applied a liberal amount to my rubber covered cock and then his ass. I inserted one finger, then two. I got on top of him as he had done to me. I lined my cock up and wondered how I should enter him when he said, "shove it in, fast and deep", so I did.

He jumped and yelled and I got scared and started to back off. He said, "no, pound it", so I did. I fucked him with my body weight on him, pushed myself up with my arms and dropped back down on him. I pumped him and it felt so good. I stopped and just kept my cock in him, deep, to control myself and prolong the special moment. I felt his ass tighten and relax multiple times around my cock. I took a few deep breaths, kissed his neck and held him tight.

His ass stopped gripping my cock and I began to pump again. I often came way too soon which is one of the reasons I preferred to mostly be a bottom boi with guys; but I was doing good and was enjoying it. I thought of times when a guy would pump me for a long time with excellent control. I closed my eyes as I pumped and heard his growls. I opened my eyes and looked down at him and looked around the room.

I quickened my pace and stared at his back and head and thought how sexy he was. I thought that it would have been nice to have a camcorder going so I could watch this special event over and over.

My body began to tense as I pumped, I pounded him going all the way in and out, my groin impacting into his ass. I felt my balls banging him. I tensed and held it as long as I could and then drove deep and held it in him as my cock exploded, spasm after spasm.

I groaned and moaned and yelled. It lasted a long time and I enjoyed it. I saw his hands on the bed, on each side of his head, gripping the sheets.

As he did to me, I rolled us onto our sides, the left, with my left arm under him. I felt his chest with my left hand and reached for his cock with my right. I stroked and played with his hard cock as he did to me.

I stroked it and used my palm over the head of his cock. I used my right hand to apply the lube earlier and intentionally kept lube on it. My cock stayed hard as it always did and I felt his hot ass grip my cock.

We both made noises and then he started a string of "oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh yea, oh yea, oh yea, oh yeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa". He exploded. I felt his cock shoot his hot wad and used it over his cock and balls. I rubbed it in to his bod and held him with my other arm. Finally, we both relaxed and panted. I smiled although I knew he couldn’t see it.

We stayed that way for several minutes and he said he was starving. I realized I was too. We went to the shower, yea, again, but were faster this time. We dressed and headed for the continental breakfast in the lobby that the clerk said would be available.

There was a second door that led to the inner hall and we used that. In the lobby the clerk that had checked us in was bringing out a fresh pot of coffee. He asked, "how you boys doing" and grinned. We both said fine and I felt he just must have known what happened.

He said he was glad we were getting along "real fine".

He grinned.

James walked up close to him and said, "you seem to know about us, what is all that about". He said he could "read" people and know about them. He said when he saw us he was certain we were a couple and that’s why he said it was ok, we were welcome. He figured gay couples sometimes are rejected at hotels and inns. He said his wife thought so too. We looked at him and he said she was our waitress for dinner last night and he had called her to tell her about us and his mistake about our relationship. He said he was glad we met and hoped we’d have a good friendship and more. He said we belonged together.

James looked at me; I thought he was looking for approval to say more so I nodded. James said we had a good night and then added with a grin, "we did it twice and messed your sheets." The clerk seemed very happy and added, "well, the road won’t be fixed until tomorrow, you boys are still stranded". He began to walk away with his grin, then stopped, looked around to be sure no one else was around and said, "got plenty of clean sheets."

We had a good day together, James and I. We walked in the rain on the beach and found out we had a lot in common. We both felt there was magic was between us and at the inn. We spent the night together again and played more and talked about fantasies, our future and other stuff. That night is another chapter.

I guess I gotta learn to accept the good times and realize I’m entitled to happiness. I was having it then and enjoyed it.