Date: Sun, 19 Sep 1999 20:03:46 EDT
From: NeyoEnigma@aol.com
Subject: The Storm

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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