Along the Gulf Coast, there is a threat every year of a major hurricane hitting you. Most times it is someone else but sooner or later, you are going to take a direct hit. When a neighbor gets hit down the road, we go in groups to help them dig out.
The organization that I was a member of was always ready to lend a helping hand to others affected by a storm. Bryce was a leader and often organized the groups to assist. He was a man's man. Big broad shoulders, strong arms, rugged good looks, blond hair, and blue eyes. He always reminded me of what a Viking would look like.
Well he called me after a community a little over 100 miles away had taken a hard hit. He wanted to know if I could join the effort that weekend. If I wanted, Bryce told me that I could ride over in his truck. After conferring with my wife, I informed him to count me in.
Just the two of us left early on a Saturday morning. We had a great talk about this, that, and everything including our sex lives or the lack of it. We both loved our wives, but their libido and ours were both in different universes. They were always tired and if we wanted to make love, we better do a whole lot to lay down the foundation all day to get some action that night. Bryce talked openly about jerking off almost every day and sometimes twice. I shily admitted that I did too. We then talked about what a pain it was to find a place and time to jerk off to release our male hormones. My wife doesn't want me to jack off. It makes her feel bad. I knew better than to tell her if I don't masturbate, I feel bad. A man needs sex. I told him I had to find out of the way places to beat the beast.
Bryce told me the number one place that he jerked off was in the front seat of the truck we were riding in. He laughed as he said there were gallons of cum spilled upon the floor. I jokingly asked if that was why my feet were sticking to the floor. No, he said because he always did it behind the steering wheel. Then he looked over at me and said that sometimes he jacks off while driving. I suddenly had a vision of him there with his cock out stroking it with one hand and while having the other hand on the wheel. It caused my pants to stir. I tried to change my thought from this man's man with his dick out stroking it. It wasn't easy.
Then he talked some more on how he so enjoyed getting head. In graphic detail, he said how he loved it when a tongue washed the underside of the head of his cock. Then having someone bobbing up and down the full length of his shaft. I could see his naked manly body laying there with his legs apart and getting a blow job. It made me so hard. I put my hands over my crotch so that he would not see the snake down my leg.
We arrived at our meeting spot that our group was to meet at and were given an assignment. So, we were at a house that had taken a direct hit. It was hard, hot work in the blazing sun and humid air. There were down trees to cut up and a house to muck out. We worked all day and were still going when the sun was lowering in the sky.
Bryce told me he was beat and didn't want to make the long drive back home to just get up and come back the next morning. His sister, who had sheltered with him when the storm came in as her husband had been deployed overseas had a house 30 miles from here, had asked him to check on it to see if it were good for her to come back to. She wanted to make sure everything was fine, and that they had power before returning. He said that we could sleep there and get an extra hour sleep in the morning.
I called the wife and told her the plan. She told me to be safe and would see me the next evening.
We packed up and drove to his sister's house. Bryce said he hoped that there was power and if there was, he was going to soak in a hot bath because his back was screaming. I thought a hot shower would be great too.
When we pulled up, I notice that it was a small place, way out in the country. We walked around it, and everything was basically fine, and they even had power.
Once inside Bryce said that he smelled so bad and so did I. It was to be expected. What I didn't expect was that he started peeling off his clothes. First the shirt, then the shoes, socks, pants, and even his underwear. I must admit that I was amazed on how gorgeous his body was from the back. I like a nice body on a male or female and his was really nice. It was solid and beautiful. It was so well formed. There was a "V" from the broad shoulder down his back to his waist. And then I saw that ass. It was the best-looking ass I had ever seen. At the gym, I had seen more than I could count. His was the best. It was plump, firm, and perfectly formed.
He scooped up the clothes off the floor and turned towards me. I had never seen him naked before but there was his nicely cut cock. His dick was of slightly bigger size and thickness than average, framed by a light brown bush. I don't know why I kept looking at it but when he spoke, I jumped. "Give me your clothes."
"What?"
"Give me your clothes," he told me. "They're filthy. I am going to wash them."
"But I don't have any other clothes?" I announced.
