(This story is copyrighted 2007 by the author. Emails welcome.)
I thought about my answer for a while as the two women carried on with their conversation. "Will it make a difference in the long run?" I thought. And even though I knew it was all just an escape from him, from what once was 'us', from what may seem my own dissatisfaction with my life.
"I can do this,"
I kept saying to myself.
Move on.
Start over.
If I do clean up this theatre and make it work again, will it make any difference to anyone? Even to me?
I felt Jeff's arm hairs bristling against mine that took me from my thoughts, I suddenly was listening to the women's conversation as his grandmother seem to dominate, wanting to have the final say. Jeff continued to eat, silently as if he was totally zoned out.
I wondered how he survived living with these two women. Still he was mild mannered, polite, respectful and yet there was something there I just couldn't figure just yet. I didn't move my arm. The soft interaction of our arm hairs was a nice distraction from my thoughts and the conversation. I didn't think Jeff had any realization that we were touching that way. I berated myself for enjoying it too much.
Jeff's grandmother reminded me of a spinster elementary principal. Rough around the edges, but a slight touch of softness in her voice. Her hair was completely white and cut short. Wrinkles graced her face like a roadmap full of turns. The piercing blue eyes sparkled with cleverness and yet, somewhat foreboding. The fingers were thin, but the hands were full and looked firm and manly. Not a thin or frail type women like her daughter, but appeared strong and tough, one not to be messed with I sensed. Someone who just never seemed satisfied about anything.
Jeff's mother was articulate, poised. Each movement of her hands was graceful and precise. She had her mother's eyes, but little else resembled the two women. I followed my eyes to Jeff and realized that he must look like his father.
Here I was, sitting at a table of strangers, in a strange town wondering if I would ever fit in anywhere or anytime in my life.
Desert was chocolate cake and ice cream, my favorite.
Jeff and I took ours out to the front porch while the women tended to the dining room and kitchen.
Sitting in the swing, I couldn't help gaze upon Jeff and his fine features.
"What?" he said looking up, catching me.
"Sorry, you just reminded me of someone from my high school days."
He resumed his eating, quietly.
Actually, Jeff did remind me of a guy I had a crush on in high school. Of course, it was a one-way crush and he never knew, though he did catch me checking out his body in the school shower. I have a bad habit of getting caught. Damn.
"Tomorrow we will inventory the speakers and parts, then do a field check," I said.
"There isn't much to inventory. Probably have to order everything."
"That's okay. We will start with the front row and work our way back."
"Sure"
I knew he wasn't all that impressed with the plans. I hoped, he would be all the help I would need for this 'restoration' process.
The women joined us on the porch as Jeff and I finished our cake and ice cream. When I finished, I thanked everyone for a nice dinner and evening and told them I was tired from the moving. Jeff walked to me car and wished me a good night.
On the drive back to the theatre, I passed the two in-door theatres, one a twin, the other a quad and just figured that I wasn't much competition for them...for now.
With the sun nearly set, the dusk eclipsed the drive in theatre. The giant screen cast a fading shadow as I walked the perimeter again. Alone, thoughtful and weary of my day, I found the loneliness of the moment comforting and also, unnerving. The darkness fell upon me as I stood by the light pole at the back of the field.
I dreaded going into the apartment. Its broken down state, just a reminder of what my life has come to. I needed to be free.
I took off my shirt and t-shirt and felt that warm, evening breeze against my chest, the air entwining with my chest hairs. It felt refreshing and cool. I reached for my belt and loosened it. Unzipped my pants and took them off, laying them neatly folded on the ground next to me.
Without the light of a moon, I stood in the darkness in my boxer shorts. The breeze continued to blow upon me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the caressing, free and alone.
I slipped off my boxers and walked over to the edge of the cornfield and took hold of myself and aimed the urine at the tassels of the corn. It was a long, leisurely moment of releasing the contents of my bladder.
When there was no more to drain, I turned and walked back to the light pole. Facing the screen I leaned against the pole and relaxed, naked and carefree, at least for the moment.
The breeze continued, blowing upon my body. It felt good across my groin, my legs, my chest and my face. I closed my eyes and emptied my mind. Lost in natures embrace. I moved my hands across my chest, rubbing my nipples, making them tingle. I moved down my hairy abdomen, still relishing the air, the darkness and suddenly my horniness.
I laid out my clothes and sat down on them next to the pole. My hands moved through my pubic hair and down to my cock, slightly rubbing along the front and sides, I felt the urgency of the blood as it started to fill it out. One hand moved to the ball sack to massage the contents, the other slowly embracing skin and began to stroke it with slow, even movements.
When I was completely hard, I released it and relaxed, letting the breeze flow around it. I felt the air stir up into wind and I could smell the beginnings of a storm. I inhaled the air as my hand moved towards my cock and embraced it. With my forefinger, I simply stroked the underside and feeling the ridge around the head. I had time, no need to hurry.
I could hear the slight rumblings of thunder from the south and saw lighting in the distance. I always loved storms, it was natures way of expressing itself that I liked.
The first time I ever masturbated was during a storm when I was twelve. I was in my room and was huddled under my covers. My dad had always encouraged us boys to sleep naked and so I was. The storm was blowing and thunder was crashing as the storm moved over my area. I suddenly realized I was hard and began stroking it. I loved the feeling that was coming from my cock, the sound of rain pounding on the roof, the sound of the wind whipping the trees outside and I'll never forget my first orgasm as thunder rocked the house.
Lying there on the ground, the first drops of rain fell upon my body. The wet moisture was sensual and exhilarating. A few drops hit my cock head as I realized what it was I was about to do for the first time in my life. I waited, patiently as the sprinkles became more consistent with rain, I could tell in the distance that the rain would be falling hard, but before that would get here, I could enjoy this, the blowing rain as it made my body wet. I ran my hands over the water, rubbing all over my body and down my legs.
Before long, I knew that the rain would pour upon me like a waterfall. The wind picked up and the rain increased its intensity. The lightning was bright and quick as I took hold of my self and stroked, not too fast, but slow and steady, relishing in natures lovemaking. My cock was hard and tingled every time the rain splashed upon it. I could run my hand up and over the head with ease as the water worked like a natural lubricant. I raised my face to the sky and let the rain's force crash upon me as the intensity of the rain increased, the same can be said of my cock.
Totally soaked by the rain, my hand increased its strokes as the storm's rain came closer with more of a pounding effort of force.
The harder the rain fell, the faster my hand went and then I felt the beginnings of the orgasm. With the thunder I felt every part of myself tremble as the rain fell upon me and my body shook with the rumblings of the thunder. I gasped as the first movement of orgasm over took me, with my mouth open, taking in water and air I felt every escape of semen as it shot out of me.
Again and again I screamed at the sky with ultimate pleasure as the storm pounded rain upon me. With no thoughts of time or presence, I was set free.
I don't know how long I sat there after my orgasm that I realized the thunder and lightning was getting too close and I had better get to the apartment for safety. I stood up and let the rain shower me off, though I don't think there was any evidence of my orgasm anywhere except on the ground with the rain. I gathered my wet clothing and headed towards the screen.
As I got to the front of the tower, I ran towards the door, hoping no one was driving by that might catch a glimpse of my nakedness. I fumbled around my jeans to find the keys and let myself in. I closed the door and just stood there, dripping wet onto the floor and catching my reflection in the hallway mirror.
Hair was hanging down on my face, the chest hair was long and stringy, the pubic hair nearing hiding my cock as it hung tightly against me. Streaks of hair ran down my legs. I pushed the hair off my face and found a towel in the bathroom and dried off. I hung my clothes in the shower to let them dry.
The thunder must have been amplified by the steel structure of the tower because it sounded deafening inside. As I laid down on the bed and fell asleep, loving the sounds of the wind and rain and the satisfied sexual experience that I had hoped would happen again and thinking about Jeff.