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Monday, October 12, 2015

[SS-044] Rain Water


[RAIN WATER]

You wake up to the sound of thunder in the middle of a stormy night.

"HOLY CRAP!" screams the bed spacer from the other room.

You get up quickly and rush to the other room.

You find your bodybuilder dormmate soaking wet and panicking.

He sees you and exclaims, "ugh! The ceiling of this old apartment just gave up on me."

You look up and see rainwater falling from an incompetent part of the ceiling directly above his bed.

"Can you get like a big pail for me?" he requests you.

You rush to the bathroom and got the biggest pail you can find. You run back to the room and hand it to him.

He places the pail under the damaged part. For ten minutes, both of you take turns in throwing the water everytime the container gets full.

Finally the rain stops.

He sighs, "I'm glad that's over." Then he turns to you, "can you help me report this to the landlady?"

You nod in reply.

After the rush, you notice that your mate's long sleeved shirt and briefs, which is probably his usual sleeping attire, is soaking wet and almost transparent. You can make out the crevices of his muscles and the shape of his cock.

"Thanks for helping," he mutters.

You smile in response. You are still in awe of the muscular meat standing before you. No man has ever made you feel this way before.

He grins at you, "like what you're seeing?"

Your eyes widen in fear. You remain speechless.

He takes your hand and brings it to his chest. You feel its wetness, heat and hardness. Then he slides your palm down his crotch. He makes you squeeze his bulge.

He surprises you with a quick kiss, "hey. I don't usually do this. But I think you're kinda hot too. Here's a plan. I'll just dry off. Then I bunk with you in your room and deal with this chaos tomorrow?"

"Y-yeaaah," you finally speak.


He pulls you closer to him, embraces you and kisses you once more.

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