Hurricane Donald coming right towards us, best friends Logan (Gay) and Jeremy (Straight) both married and frustrated with blue balls decide to help each other out.
Just this once.
HUGE thanks to the best editor and friend, trappedinthecl0set
Donald Comes to Town | Chapter 1
It's pretty early in the year for us to be dealing with a hurricane. We usually have until late July or August to start seriously preparing, but here we are - it's the first week in June, and here comes Donald barreling up through the Gulf, looking quite angry for an early season storm. KATC predicts that this will be a Category 3 when it hits land and comes up the Vermilion River right at us.
My husband Marc already left for the hospital. He has a nice setup in his office with a pull-out couch that he will be able to crash on, but he is planning on taking charge of things for the Emergency Department until the all clear is given. This has become standard for us: I weather the storm at the house, and he manages the hospital and his staff.
Moving most of the outdoor furniture into the garage, pulling out our big generator, and getting it all set up has me sweating my ass off. I needed the workout; at 5'11 and about 185 pounds, I look pretty good for a 32-year-old, but it's getting harder and harder to stay fit. I have already sweated through my shirt, and I swear my boxer briefs are acting more like a bucket than they are any sort of support to my junk. Knowing I could keep powering the entire house and keep cool is a relief. When I first moved down here for love from the Midwest, I had to weather more than a few storms by myself in complete darkness and temps over 90 - not doing that again.
Looking across the street, I see Jeremy sitting there, already drinking a beer on his front porch, as he waves at me and laughs. "You all set over there, Yankee?"
"Yeah, just have to wheel the generator back to the patio, then I am gonna kick back with a cold one too!"
"Well, good, here, let me help you. That thing is heavy as fuck!"
Jeremy comes jogging across the street to help me. He is dressed in basketball shorts - apparently with no underwear, judging by the bounce of his ample package - and grabs hold of one of the bars on the generator. We wheel it to the back of the house, where we have a lovely outdoor patio, garden, and pool.
"So has Becky already reported in to the 'A Team'?" The hospital usually sets its teams up so that the "A" team is there for when the storm hits, the "B" team comes in once the all clear is given and works for 12 hours, and the "C" team comes in after them. This gives the "A" team a minimum of 24 hours at home post-storm to sleep, clean up and relax.
"Yah, she packed up a bag expecting perhaps a two day stay, but who knows with these things? Marc too, I am guessing?"
"Yah, he left about an hour ago after he picked up groceries for me - fully stocked up, brother! Plenty of ice cold beer!"
We continue with the small talk as we get things hooked up. We have this mammoth generator that will power the entire house - a requirement if I was going to hunker down for any storm. Jeremy, a contractor by trade, had helped me test it out a few times, so he was familiar with the set up. In fact he was the one who suggested we go with this set up and had one of his electricians wire it all up for us, so that when the power goes out, we power it up and switch the house over to the generator.
Jeremy bends down and struggles to plug the big power cable into the generator, and in doing so, his ample dick and balls fall out the leg of his shorts. Clearly I was right, freeballing it. So, of course, I have to say something.
"Dude, how does that breeze feel?" and I wink at him and look down. He busts up laughing. See, as a straight guy, Jeremy has always been cool to us. We have had a lot of great talks, and if I am being honest, he has turned into one of my best friends down here. In our many talks, we've shared some of our struggles and our marital issues.
Before Becky gave birth to their two boys, if you believe Jeremy, they were banging it out at least once a day and twice on Saturdays. But after the boys, well, Jeremy frequently complained of blue balls. He would joke a lot that, as two gay men, Marc and I must be banging all the time. Well, I had to share with him that that wasn't really the case. We had a great, loving marriage, but sex was something that we got around to less and less. Marc was a good 20+ years older than me, and it just seemed like something we had to schedule, and it was so much of an imposition. Needless to say, this left me with my own severe case of chronic blue balls.
A few weeks ago, Jeremy was over and joked with me, as we normally do, but he went a bit further than I was expecting by saying - "Since nobody is giving it to us, perhaps we should just help each other out," which pulled a nervous chuckle out of me. I looked him in the eye a moment too long as I considered my options, before I replied, "Yah that would be the day! You, the pussy hound and me, the gay neighbor! We could hide in plain sight!"
Ever since that conversation, my mind has had me considering just how hot my straight neighbor and best bud actually is. Meanwhile, he is still crouched down, airing out his junk, making no attempt to cover up.
"Seriously, dude, you need to cover that thing up! Don't wanna get a mosquito bite on it!" We laugh and finish checking to make sure everything is hooked up and ready to go whenever we lose power.
"Look I am going to head inside, you want a beer? I need to take a shower and get more comfortable like you clearly are!" I open up the back door and walk into the house, and he follows close behind. I close up the front of the house and he gets us two beers and follows me back into my room as we just keep chatting.
His boys are staying with their grandparents in Shreveport as planned, so out of the way of the storm, and so he's been bored out of his mind. Apparently, he had a bit of a fight with Becky before she left as she gave him a honey-do list that was a mile long, most of which couldn't be done during a Category 3 hurricane.
"Did she at least give you a little before she left?"
"No! Damn it! It has been a week since I got my dick wet, had to pound one out yesterday!"
We walk into my master bedroom and he just follows me, drinking his beer and chatting. He walks into my master bathroom and checks out some tilework I had one of his guys do for me as we made some improvements to the shower.
"Damn, Cleo did some good work in here! What do you think? I love how he did the shelf here and he did a great job working around the plumbing - wait - what the hell is this thing?" he says as he pulls out my special shower nozzle.
