STORMY REUNION
The rain was pouring hard, soaking through his jeans as he sat on the wet asphalt. He was fucking wasted. Heartbroken. The guy he’d been secretly fucking for months — the “straight-curious” stud he stupidly fell in love with — just got engaged to his girlfriend. He didn’t even have the balls to tell him himself.
He didn’t know how long he’d been sitting there in the storm until he heard footsteps splashing through the rain.
It was him.
The muscular man ran over, white shirt completely drenched and clinging to his thick chest and abs. He looked worried.
“What the hell are you doing out here?!” he shouted over the rain.
The drunk guy tried to stand but slipped. The other man caught him, pulling him close. Their eyes locked. Rain poured down their faces.
“I heard about the engagement…” the drunk guy slurred, voice cracking. “Congrats, asshole.”
The bigger man didn’t say anything. He just grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him hard, desperate, like he’d been dying to do it. Their wet bodies pressed together, tongues sliding deep as the storm raged around them.
They stumbled off the road, behind some trees. The man shoved him against a thick trunk, ripping open his wet shirt. Their hands were everywhere — grabbing, squeezing, desperate. The muscular guy dropped to his knees in the mud and yanked the drunk guy’s pants down, swallowing his hard cock in one hungry motion. Rainwater ran down his face as he sucked him sloppy and deep.
“Fuck… I couldn’t stay away from you,” he growled, coming up for air.
He stood up, spun him around, and pushed him forward. He spit on his cock and shoved it raw into the drunk guy’s tight ass. They both moaned loud as he started fucking him hard against the tree. The rain made everything slippery and messy. Skin slapped with every thrust.
“You’re mine,” the muscular man grunted, biting his neck. “I don’t give a fuck about her. I only think about this ass.”
He pounded him faster, one hand around his throat, the other jerking his cock. The drunk guy came first, shooting thick ropes onto the tree while moaning like a whore. The bigger man followed right after, burying himself deep and filling his guts with hot cum.
They stayed like that for a while, panting in the rain, bodies still connected.
“I’m not letting you go,” the muscular man whispered against his ear, still buried inside him.
The drunk guy just leaned back into his chest, rain washing over them both, heart full and aching at the same time.
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