Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2007 19:47:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joseph Smith <gaymormonwriter@yahoo.com>
Subject: 'DUSK TO DAWN' Chapter 3, relationships

(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.