Single rain drops fell unto the earth. One after one, they slowly descended onto the ground. I sat on my porch watching it begin to sprinkle. I watched as children weren't sure if they were to go inside or to stay outside and get wet. The ones who probably would have gotten the worst punishment, ran inside at the first sprinkle. Those who could care less about punishment, kept on playing. I yelled for Sam to come outside. Night was going to fall in an hour or so. Maybe not night, but at least dusk. A summer sprinkle or shower, might just blow in a breeze capable of cooling you off on a hot day. Sam rushed outside and looked around. The sky had a funny yellow look to it. The smell of dust was in the air. Some of the kids came out when they realized that it wasn't pouring. At least not yet anyway.

Sam grabbed a chair and sat next to me. We shot the shit and talked about the weather. Sam and I are live in partners. I guess that's what you would call us. We've been living together for the past few months. We sleep in the same bed. We eat from the same groceries. But, Sam has a fear of commitment. So, we are just live in partners. Not dating, not in love, just partners. Which I suppose is fine with me. As long as the bills get paid on time and everything gets taken care of. I'm not going to fight over words such as these.

The sprinkles became light rain. It was now dusk. Sam got himself a cold beer and he got me a wine cooler. We sat on the porch with our drinks and chatted a bit more. Sam told me about how he used to play in the rain when he was a kid. He always had to wear hand me downs from his older brother. Sam's brother out grew his raincoat and plastic boots (for the life of me I can't remember what these are called) and so they were now Sam's. Sam said that the boots were about two sizes too big. But, he would still go around stomping in mud puddles in his too big plastic boots. They would often get stuck in the mud and he would end up stepping directly into the mud in his sock covered feet. Which didn't make his mom too happy.

A few more drinks and the rain began to pour. No lightening, not one clap of thunder. Just a cool summer rain as day turned into night. By now all the activity on the street was done. Except for a stray dog that was looking for some sort of shelter. Maybe it was looking for its owner, who's to know. The dog wondered down the street turning its head from time to time to check for a spot or its master. I felt like inviting it onto my porch, but I knew Sam wouldn't allow it. He would give me his speech about how stray animals may have rabbis. Do I want to have lots of shots in my stomach? I've heard this speech at least ten times while feeding stray cats and dogs that frequent this area. I wasn't in the mood to hear this speech again. I was kind of horny and feeling kind of tipsy from the wine coolers.

“Want to crack open another one before we go inside?” Sam asked as if he had the ability to tell me when and how long I'm allowed to sit on the porch.

“Sure, might as well grab two for each of us while you're at it. The night is still young.” I replied watching Sam walk into our house. I knew it would take a few more drinks to get him in bed. At this point, I wanted to fuck. I made up my mind what I wanted. It didn't matter all too much to me what Sam wanted. He's always in the mood for sex, but not always in the mood to be on bottom. But, this time I was in the mood to be on top. A gal has to get off from time to time. I had some pent up frustration that needed released.

Sam and I finished off the two drinks as the rain became steadier. The rain was now pouring down. Not quite to the point to where you couldn't see out, but at times it was close. Not a car was going up and down our road by the time we finished our last drinks. Which told me, it was too bad to be out driving. But, there usually is at least one dumb ass that will drive in any weather. It just so happened that one dumb ass, wasn't driving down our road that night.

So, to get to the juicy stuff. I don't know how many drinks we each had at this point. I think we polished off a six pack each. Wine coolers come in packs of four and I had bought two the last time I was at the store. I lost track after for or five. It really didn't seem to matter too much at that point. We both were pretty buzzed and we were both in the mood to fuck. I asked Sam before we went inside if he would like to fool around.

Walking up the stairs was a challenge. A single bolt of lightening out of nowhere had to have hit something. Because, our electricity went out. Either that or that one dumb ass that's always driving in bad weather, couldn't see and hit a pole. Either way, we were buzzed and walking in the dark. I was fearful that I would fall backwards. I kept getting whiffs of Sam's spicy smelling after shave. It reminded me of an older man I dated very briefly. He was three times my age and wore stuff like this. I don't know why I dated him. I'm not sure if you'd call it dating or just having an old fuck buddy. I'm starting to sound like Sam. Whatever you want to call this dude, he wore stuff that smelled like what Sam was wearing.

We went into our bedroom and I searched for a candle. I found one and struck a match. The glow of the match caught my eye. I stared at it so long, the flame almost went down to my finger. I snapped my wrist back and forth quickly as I felt the heat approaching my thumb and forefinger. Sam must have thought I was crazy. The second match, I lit the candle right away with. We only had one in the room, but it was better than nothing I guess. At least we could see to walk around and to see to take off our clothes.

We found each other in the mood for something that was more than just sex. But, you could hardly describe it as anything but mildly exciting. Two drunks trying to act like they're really into it all. Maybe a little over reacting of some sorts as well. Sam bent over and I fucked him in his asshole. The first push of my cock deep inside coincided with a loud crash of thunder. Which, scared the living hell out of me. For a brief second, my cock actually became limp. After I gathered my wits, my erection returned back to normal. Nothing to worry about, I kept telling myself. No need to worry about a little thunder. I tried to keep my mind off of the lightening that turned out the power.

I fucked Sam a good one. So good in fact, that he moaned like a virgin. Like the first time he ever had a cock in that nice ass of his. I shot my load, I know because Sam told me I did. I don't remember that part of the night. I just remember waking up the next day to find everything outside looking damp. Even some places still looking like a mud hole. Which, is probably what Sam's ass looked like the night before when I was threw with him. Though, Sam said I came, rolled over, and then passed out. Like nothing ever happened. Oh well, at least I got laid. What I remember of it, it sure felt good. Don't remember the orgasm, thanks to the wine coolers. But, there are thousands more orgasms yet to be had. I'm not too concerned about missing out on one.

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