Storm 2

I nodded my head.

'Only double beds now. Okay with you two?' he asked. I nodded my head. I did not bother to check with Jack, who was behind me, for his say.

'Ok. Room 15, the one at the far end.' He passed me the key. 'Oh yeah.. trouble with the hot water. You might not have much.'

I just nodded my head, and turned. I bumped into Jack. He was quiet all this time.

'Sorry,' I said. 'You need anything?'

He shook his head, and headed out.

This was gonna be a quiet night. Curse.

We passed by 2 earlier guests, who checked in at the counter, before us. The two 30+ guys stayed in Room 14, next to ours. The rain and the wind were hard on them, as much as they were on us. We were losing balance, trying to steady ourselves, in our walk to our motel room.

'Horrible night, isn't it?' one of them said in a high voice to us, as we walked past them at the corridor. Their eyes were checking the two of us out. It could be that they were afraid we were going to rob them.

I nodded my head. Jack did not even glance at them.

"Well, be glad that you got a place here. Heard that some motels were fully checked in. That damn rain!'

I just smiled.

My eyes looked out into the dark night. There was nothing much to see, except for the pouring rain. I would not know much about the other motels, but Jack insisted this one. It was on the hill.

The motel room was nothing fancy. It was alright for the price we, sorry I, had paid. Just the double bed by one side of the wall. Opposite of the bed, was a tv, which looked like it would take a miracle to be able to switch it on. There were a table and 2 chairs by one corner, plus a standing lamppost. The bathroom was small.

I took a towel and threw it to Jack. He took it and mumbled a thank you.

At last, he said something, I thought.

I had a chance to have a good look at him. He was soaking wet, just like me.

Taking his jacket off, Jack looked like he had been in a wet t-shirt contest, except that this one involved a guy, and he looked like a goddamn winner. The t-shirt stuck to his hard body, wet, and one could see his nipples straining hard on his shirt. I thought it would have been a turn on.

Not to mention that I was wet too, and I had to admit it, that I looked good in one too. But I was shivering, and was embarrassed too. There was something sexual about two guys stripping together, in a closed room.

Jack took his white t-shirt off. Well, it was more like peeling the t-shirt off his body. He dropped it to the floor. He looked good. If I was not shy, I would have loved to feel his body. I had been trying to work out, to get my body in a better tone. And there, in front of me, Jack was showing his nice built.

I took my shirt off too. It felt good to get rid of the wet shirt. But the room was chilly. I was cold. I quickly took my shoes off, and then my jeans, at the same time I heard the Jack pulled down his.

I wondered if he was feeling cold. I turned to ask, but my eyes were treated to the view of a spectacular fine body of a naked Jack. He was drying himself off. And in the poor light of the room, I was admiring that guy, from his chests, down to his muscular thighs. And in between the toned muscles of his thighs, his dangling 5 inches cock, soft. It was a beauty.

Afraid of being caught looking, I quickly turned my eyes away, and reached for the towel.

'Got a phone?' I heard him asked.

I faced that naked hunk. I nodded my head.

'Need to call Norah. She got you here, right?' Jack asked.

I nodded my head again, as I passed him my phone.

'I take the shower, first?' I asked, pointing to the bathroom. He nodded his head, while punching the dials.

The hot water felt good. I was happy that I could wash myself clean from the mud and whatever else I had gotten from the rain.

The water showered on my body, and I let the stream ran down my body. Ahhh... That really felt wonderful.

And then, suddenly the curtain was withdrawn. Jack was at the side.

'Move aside,' he commanded.

'What?' I was surprised.

But he did not wait for my answer, and stepping into the shower, sharing the hot water with me.

'Not enough hot water, remember?' he said, as he moved closer to me. His naked body touched mine.

'Oh..' That was all I could say. I mean, it would be selfish of me to get all the hot water to myself. But then again, I was not clean yet.

Jack stood in front of me, taking a bigger dose of the hot water stream, as he quickly rinsed his body through. When he bent down to scrub his legs, my dick touched his ass. I was stunned. I wondered what he would have thought. But apparently, he did not care. He continued to rub his legs. His butts movement rubbed my dick. I had to step back. I felt I would be getting hard with the contact.

He picked up the bottles of the body shampoo, and poured out some. Then, he tossed me the bottle.

'Hurry up, before it got cold,' Jack said. He was referring to the water.

I poured some for myself. I scrubbed myself, with Jack sharing the small space. Our bodies bumped and rubbed against one another a few times. I realized that I was more worried about it, than Jack. And then, I felt his dick brushed against my hip.

The rubbing of his crotch had already stirred his manhood up a bit. It looked semi-hard, and thicker. When he moved around, his cock head would brush my skin, but yet, Jack acted like it was nothing.

We stood under the showerhead together. He let me stood in front, because I was shorter. His hand was on my butt, while his chest was in contact with my shoulder. I was nervous. My heart beat faster. I could not concentrate on the water.

Jack was indifferent. He just stood there, with his eyes closed, obviously enjoying hot water. His semi-erected dick was brushing against my hip again.

And why I was still thinking about this awkward and erotic situation, which got myself hardening, Jack had already stepped out of the shower.

He took his towel and left the bathroom.

I was still dumbfounded by the whole incident.

Was I turned on by Jack?

It could not be. I was straight. Straight as an arrow.

And so was Jack. Well, from what I heard, Norah was not the only one who kept Jack happy. There were other groans from his room in the dorm, when Norah was not around. And I mean, female voice groans.

I believed someone told me that Jack told gay Peter off, for trying to come on to him. Some said that Peter was punched in the face. I did not know if that was true. But I could tell that Jack did not mess with the same sex.

I tried to brush the whole thing off. It was just taking a shower together. There was nothing more to it. So what if our skins touched? It was a small space.

Jack was sitting at the edge of the bed. His towel was hung around his neck. He was struggling to open a pack of wet cigarette box. I heard a curse, and then, he threw the box aside. It was all too wet to enjoy a puff now.

The wind was rattling the window. I looked out. The rain had not let up yet.

My cock was still semi-hard, but I knew it won't be long. I was cold. Shivering.

I looked around, for something to cover myself.

Jack had already taken the blanket, wrapping himself. I had hoped for a second blanket, but it looked like there was none.

'Thanks,' Jack said.

'What for?'

'For coming to get me. You did not have to.'

'Well, either that, or she would keep banging on my door,' I said, jokingly.

Jack smiled. He knew how his girlfriend was like.

I stood there, wrapping my towel around my body. It was wet. So, it did not offer much warm. I walked around the room, to see the photos in the old frames, hung around the room. Once in a while, my eyes darted to Jack. His towel was already on the floor, and I was tempted to take his for myself. His hung cock was exposed, and he did not do anything to cover it up. I was not covering mine up too. But that was because I had only one towel around my upper body.

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written by sekretpower