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T H E S T O R M By Joel Richards If you wish to discuss this story and your experiences with making love during a Thunderstorm contact Joel at Jar_500@hotmail.COM My Name is Storm Mark Williams. And I have a story to tell. A tale of love and the weather. I am the junior meteorologist for the NBC affiliate in my city. Not a major market but a start. I have a fantasy about doing the weather from New York. My dad told me I was conceived during a thunderstorm. He was a meteorologist for the Air Force now retired. It followed with a dad in the business and a name like mine I had to be a weatherman. I had a love of weather since I was a kid. Loved to sit up late and watch the distance flashes of lighting in the night time sky. Also loved to get naked under a comfortable quilt listen to the sound of the rain and jack off for hours. Just the sound of the rain makes me amorous. I get a lot of fan mail at the station. Most of it from females. Some want a date and a few want to have my children. Some send pictures. A pole in a local magazine listed me as the most attractive weather man on local television. I get a few letters from men also. Most have questions about the weather or want me to speak at their club meetings. And a few letters from men want me for other purposes. My mom and dad are wondering why a good looking guy like me has not got married yet and provided them with grandchildren. Oh I guess you don’t know what I look like unless you have watched the 10:00 p.m. news. Well I am a tall guy 6’ 2 ½", 32 years old, I have blue eyes, and I am a lean 167 pounds. And yes red hair and everyone calls me "Stormy". I was going through my fan mail six months ago and found one that caught my attention. It was from a guy who said he was my number one fan. He wrote a long letter about how the weather was his favorite part of the news, how he loved thunderstorms, and at the bottom of the letter he said how much he loved the weatherman. And then the picture fell out of the envelope. It was of a nude man reclining on an oversized bed. He looked a lot like Brad Pitt. He had beautiful blond hair and an engaging smile. He looked like he worked out but was not overly muscular. Almost no body hair except a small amount around his uncircumcised cock. The picture was signed "To my favorite meteorologist Stormy, Love Scott". I throw away almost all my fan letters but I kept this one. I read it at least once a day. And the image of Scott would not leave my mind. Scott had included his phone number and address and invited me to come to a "Storm watch". I was wondering what a "Storm watch" was. Did he want me to observe a storm with him or did he want to watch me. Later I came to find out both assumptions were true. He wanted to do both things. A couple of weeks later, station management had me make an appearance at a shopping mall to promote the station. I was passing out free weather calendars when I looked up and saw a familiar face in the crowd. It was Scott. And he looked even more handsome than the picture that I was now carrying in my wallet. As he approached closer a grin covered by face. I said hi Scott and he seemed surprised I recognized him. Scott said how did I remember him. And I said I can not forget my number one fan. I put my hand on his shoulder and pulled him toward me. When he was within a few inches of me I told him in a whisper that every time I see this picture I get a hardon. Scott flushed with embarrassment but now he too was wearing a grin. I told Scott I had made a long range seven day forecast of the weather and that I believed that conditions would be right for a "Storm watch" later in the week. Scott said only two words then disappeared in the crowd. "Call me". It is six days later and I am tracing a storm heading in our direction. I have been following it on radar and start to revise my forecast. I came in at 6 p.m. to get ready for the 10:00 p.m. broadcast. I always have mixed emotions about storms while I am at the station. First station management wants the Chief Meteorologist to do the reporting during bad weather. They say the public has more confidence in him because he is the senior man. So it is rare I can have the real challenge of being on the air during interesting times. But on the other hand I usually get the evening off and can enjoy the storm first hand. This evening was true to form. The Chief came in and said "Looks like a bumpy evening Stormy I will take it from here you can have the night off." I went to my office and pouted a little. Then I reached into my wallet and extracted the picture of Scott. Maybe tonight would be perfect for a "Stormy Watch". I dialed Scotts number and told him a thunderstorm was headed our way and would be in the area around midnight. He said he lived alone and invited me over to his home. I thought about it for exactly five seconds and told him I was on the way over. His home was an hours drive from the station. He lived on the end of a long and winding access road. His nearest neighbor was about a half a mile away. When Scott answered the door I knew the drive had been worth it. He showed me through his beautiful home which was a gift to him from his parents who were enjoying retirement in Florida. We sat on his back porch and watched the stars and then observed a growing number of clouds. The wind picked up and a slight chill filled the air. Scott and I talked about our love for rain and thunderstorms as we sipped white wine. Scott suggested we use the hot tub on the porch to warm up and wind down and then he disappeared into the house. When he came back he was carrying two oversized bath towels and was naked except for a form fitting speedo. I told him I had not brought any trunks with me and I would feel funny being the only one naked. At that Scott put the towels down and removed the Speedo. My excuse was no longer valid and I started to undress. Scott took my suit coat and pants and neatly folded then and took then inside the house. He came over to me slowly unbuttoned by blue Oxford shirt and removed it. He assisted me as I removed my T-shirt. I stood there in my white jockey shorts and faced Scott who was nude. He give me a little hug put his hands under the waist band of my shorts and pulled then off. We got into the tub and the warm water felt great. Scott poured a little more wine and we settled in to watch the distance flashes of lighting jumping from cloud to cloud. We felt the breeze become stronger. And we smelled the sweet smell of approaching rain. We moved closer to each other until our bodies touched. I could feel my penis become hard. And then the rains came. Slow at first. Gentle. A few drops at a time. And then a little stronger. I put my hands around Scott’s butt and pulled him toward me until our bodies became one. I felt his erect manhood against my body and my against his. It felt so good and natural. We were a part of nature. And then the thunderstorm came. The wind picked up and the downpour began. The cool rain bathed our bodies. We would have stayed like that for hours except a bolt of lighting hit a few hundred yards away and broken our trance of love. We headed naked inside the house. After we toweled off Scott took my hand and led me to the bedroom. He opened the drapes to a large picture window so we could continue to observe the storm. We lie naked on the quilt and watched the light show outside. We hugged for what seemed like hours. I had Scott lay back on the bed while I massaged his cock and balls. He moaned as I slowed moved his foreskin back and forth over his cock head. Whenever I though he was going to cum I stopped for a while and then started again. This continued for almost an hour until Scott finally shot his load all over him and I. We then crawled under the covers and make love to each other while listening to each others breathing and heart beating. And the sound of the falling rain, and the sound of distance thunder until dawn.