“The Rain”

It was a cold and dark night on the empty highway. I was driving over the mountains trying to get home before my wife’s birthday the next day. Little did I know a hunky young mountain man was about to change my plans and my life. I have had lustful thoughts about men over the years but had never acted upon them until now.

About a mile back a hard pounding rain had begun to fall. Poor visibility had brought my pace down to crawl. As I rounded a sharp curve a loud bang shot from the back of the car. I grabbed hard on the wheel to get control as I skidded to stop at the shoulder. Of all the luck, a flat. Not wanting to get soaked I sat in the car for a few minutes hoping the rain would let up, but it didn’t.

I opened the trunk to find the spare was missing. The rain soaked me as I stared in disbelief into the space where the tire should be. I couldn’t believe my luck. I didn’t know what I was going to do. I have only seen three other cars in the last hour. Cell phone service is nonexistent up here so I couldn’t call for help. I got back into the car, hit the emergency flashers and prayed that someone would come along.

I didn’t have to wait for long. Ten minutes later an old pick up pulled up in front of me. Grateful for the change in fortune I jumped out to greet my rescuer. I met him at his window and started to explain my situation. He stopped me and told to get in the truck out of the rain. As it turned out my luck hadn’t improved. Randy informed me that the bridge down the road had been washed out by the storm and repairs wouldn’t get done until at least noon the next day. I asked Randy if there was a hotel nearby and could he give me a lift. Again bad luck, no lodging at all. He offered to put me up for the night as long as I didn’t mind sleeping on the sofa. Grateful to not have to spend the night in my car I took him up on his offer.

We drove for twenty minutes before turning onto a muddy dirt road. His place was a small two-room cabin half a mile up. It seemed comfortable and warm. Randy took my coat and pointed toward the fire, “You should get out of those wet clothes.” Standing in front of the fire I stripped to my boxers. The heat from the flames felt good on my chilled skin. Randy found a pair of sweat pants for me to wear. He apologized for not having a shirt that would fit me. While he started a pot of coffee I shed the boxers and put on the sweats.

Randy put a couple mugs, sugar and some milk on the small table in the corner and left the room, letting me know I could help myself. I sat and poured a cup of the strong liquid. Randy returned wearing only his boxers. Our conversation was light but interesting. Sports and the weather the dominate topics. Randy was easy to talk to. He made what could have been an uncomfortable situation seem like I was spending the evening with an old friend.

We turned in around midnight. The pile of blankets Randy provided and the soft sofa would keep me warm. As