The Storm a fictional tale by Neyo
It was just beginning to rain as Mitchell stepped out from his car. He had been chosen out of his whole staff of co-workers to be the one to work late on the big project. The office was empty with the exception of the security guards making their rounds. Mitchell worked hard and fast to finish this project. It was sure to gain him a promotion and a much needed raise.
As he worked into the night hours the storm had brewed and was only getting worse. Mitchell decided that a break was long overdue. He stood up and walked over to his coat which hung behind the door to get his cigarettes. He reached into the pockets only to find that they were empty. Somehow he left them in the car. He would have to go out and get them. But the storm outside was unrelenting and Mitchell refused to brave it all alone so he called for one of the guards to accompany him out to the parking area.
Two minutes later a guard appeared in Mitchell's doorway. It was Juan Cardoza better known as J.C. Mitchell had always had a casual almost flirtatious friendship with J.C. because he nice and easy going. Also because he had the body of a some mythical Spanish god. They went out the front door to Mitchell's car, got the cigarettes, and headed back to the building. But when they tried the door it wouldn't open. They both pushed and pulled but nothing. J.C. said he knew a way in through a door in a back alleyway. And even though it was hot and the rain was welcome relief, the rain was pelting them harder and harder. They ran back to the alley where the small space offered some protection from rain. They reached the door only to find that it wouldn't budge either. Quickly they ran back to Mitchell's car only to see that the keys resting inside.
Being that the alleyway was their only relief from the knife-like rain they ran back there. The disadvantage of the alley however was the moist, muggy air that hung there. The rain came through in big but infrequent drops and splatters. Mitchell took off his soaked coat and unbuttoned his shirt. J.C. went on to do the same. Mitchell's eyes grew wide as he saw the black curly hairs on J.C.'s chest. The wet shirt only enhanced the defined pecs that had caused many sticky fingered nights for Mitchell. He was so entranced that he hadn't noticed that J.C. was staring right back at him. J.C. saw the bulge growing in Mitchell's pants and soon felt a stirring in his own. Neither had ever admitted the hidden feelings they had for each other but now it seemed unavoidable.
The attraction was strong. Their lips quivered nervously. Mitchell leaned over his eyes closed with fear of rejection. To his surprise J.C.'s lips met his. Mitchell's eyes opened widely as his mouth was being explored by the object of all his fantasies. J.C., who seemed to be a professional at the act of kissing, expertly twirled his tongue around Mitchell's. They formed a tighter embrace and could feel the next one's throbbing dick, pushing against the rain soaked cotton slacks they both wore.
Mitchell could not control the urge any longer. He broke away from J.C.'s lips and dropped to his knees. He could feel J.C.'s endowment pushing, almost ripping the fabric to get loose. When Mitchell did release the captor he was taken back by the sheer size and beauty of it. J.C.'s penis was thick, uncut and very long. The foreskin hung a half inch from the actual head of the penis and was oozing pre cum. Mitchell slowly moved the skin back to see the plump cherry red head. J.C. moaned softy as Mitchell licked the sensitive organ then swallowed it whole. Back and forth into Mitchell's mouth did J.C.'s cock slide.
All the while Mitchell's own cock was swelling to it's full capacity and was begging to be set free from its wet restraint. J.C. pulled Mitchell up and kissed him fully, allowing the taste of his own cock juices to permeate his mouth. At the same time he roughly undid Mitchell's pants and pulled out his rock hard member. Though not as big as his own J.C. was impressed with what he had in hands. He stroked it slow at first then increased the speed and pressure. Mitchell was moaning loudly between the wet kisses and the sensations that traveled through him caused his whole body to shake.
J.C. knew what was to come and lowered his face to Mitchell's tensing cock never letting up on the pressure he was putting on it. Mitchell yelled out as he reached his orgasm. Hot cum spurted all over J.C.'s face and chest. Whatever his tongue could reach J.C. lapped up. Mitchell could not believe the vision before him. The man of all his late night fantasies licking up his cum. J.C. looked up at Mitchell with hunger in his eyes. Mitchell knew then that he must return the favor so graciously given to him.
Mitchell lowered himself slightly as J.C. rose back to his feet. He attached himself to one of J.C.'s nipples and began to nibble softly. Mitchell's hands traveled slowly down to J.C.'s throbbing member and with the same motions and with a bit more enthusiasm went to work on him. Faster and faster did he go, never stopping the gentle biting of the erect, brown nipples.
J.C. began to shiver and shake. His legs almost gave out from beneath him. When the combination of tongue and hand became too much for his body to stand he screamed out Mitchell's name and let wave after wave of orgasm overcome him. His cum spewed from him with surprising force and in even more surprising amounts.
They embraced and kissed ad quickly got dressed. It wasn't until they both were fully dressed that they realized the rain had stopped. Walking back to the front door J.C. pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the front door. Mitchell stood there shocked. J.C. just smiled and held the door open. As Mitchell walked through many thoughts had invaded his mind. None of which mattered to him.
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