A gentle rain was falling as I drove down the highway. It beaded on my car hood and reflected on the pavement and made a rather soothing sound.

I was on my way to a male entertainment club to see my friends who are male dancers. I was thinking of one guy in particular. I had met him only briefly. No pun intended.

As a matter of fact, he was not wearing briefs when I saw him, only white socks. I can say with all honesty he is the most handsome naked man I have ever met. He told me later he was 6'2", 220 pounds and has brown eyes, black hair, and size l3 feet. His beautiful body is all muscle, but he balances his masculine appearance with a wonderful smile.

His name is Gabriel. The name evokes the image of Gabriel the Archangel, the strong messenger of God. Like his namesake, Gabriel is angel like. He has the perfect, sculptured, unflawed body much like Michelangelo's David.

It was this angel like man I was thinking about as I accelerated down the road. I had missed seeing him the last couple of weeks. I was wondering if I would have the courage to speak to him, and what I would talk about if he chose to engage me in a conversation.

I found the road to be a little slippery as I rounded a curve. A sudden flash of lighting blinded me for a second, and the vision of heaven filled my mind. I saw the fallen angels being cast out of paradise and the forces of good overcome evil. Gabriel the Archangel was standing at the gates of heaven with a spear in one hand and a lily in the other. He wore only a small gossamer loin cloth which only accentuated his manhood, and his beauty was breath taking.

I regained my night vision and realized I was only a half a mile away from the club. I remembered the first time I saw him. It was from across the room. He was wearing only a tight pair of white briefs. They were the kind that emphasized his round tight buttocks. I could tell even at a distance and in the dim light of the club, that he had a massive body and that it was it was the most muscular and beautiful in the room.

Another dancer friend pointed to him and said, "That is Gabriel, we work out at the same gym, he is a nice guy".

I like a lot of different body types but Gabriel has an exceptional physique.

As I pulled on to the long access road to the club the rain stared to pour and my windshield became fogged over. I wiped it off with my hand until I saw the chasing lights over the club's front door. As I pulled into the parking lot I could hear the beat of the music as it vibrated everything in sight.

I ran against the full force of wind and rain to the club's front door which stated it was a place of male entertainment. I showed the man at the door my VIP card and entered my version of fantasy land.

When I enter the club, I feel somewhat like an alien for a few minutes. I have to adjust to a new atmosphere. Unlike the place I left behind, it is perfectly acceptable for two men to greet each other with a hug or a quick kiss on the neck. Your ears must adjust to the barrage of the constant assault of loud music. In a few minutes, the idea of men appreciating other men becomes the norm. It takes another half hour to relax, unless one of the dances comes over and strokes your ego.

As I was undergoing my period of decompression I looked up and saw the angel dancing on the bar. He was naked except for the size l3 white socks. I sat at a table and looked up. The sensation is like standing on the street in Chicago and looking up the Sears Tower.

I decided I wanted to meet Gabriel because he is so handsome, and I believed him to be a nice guy. I was soon to find out I was right.

All kinds of people come to this club. Gay and straight men, straight and gay women and just about everything in between. On this particular night the place was full of women. The screams of women who have never seen a naked man in a public place were everywhere.

The place is a popular place for Bachlorette parties. The bride to be is treated to a final night of the things that are suppose to end with wedding vows. Some of the male patrons and dancers were a little edgy with all the commotion.

One of the honored guests was seated in the center of the room. Gabe was announced and entered. He was dressed in a cowboy hat, long sleeve unbuttoned shirt, and black shorts. Everything in the club stopped as Gabe gave the young woman a night she would remember the rest of her life.

Maybe it would be more memorial than her wedding night but who would know for sure. It would seem that the groom to be could not be as beautiful as Gabriel. Gabe moved around the woman as he removed his clothes. When he got down to a g-string all eyes were on him.

Gabriel has a body all men would like to have and women want to hold. I am sure most of the gay men wanted to hold Gabe also. I know I did. A room full of women and men were living a fantasy in their minds for a few minutes. Soon Gabe was gone after working a long and tiring shift.

I lingered at the club for another half hour. I was hoping the weather had cleared but because of the loud music I could not tell if it was still raining. I knew before long I would be back into the real world. A world not tolerant of gay men.

I was leaving the fantasy world and going back into one in which I could not totally be myself. The drive home was always somewhat of a let down. I knew I would be going back to an empty house and I would not be seeing my friends for another week.

When I pushed the door of open I saw the weather had become worse. It was colder and raining harder. The man at the door reminded me to drive safety and I assured him I always did.

When I got to the end of the long drive way I looked around. I guess I was a little worried about the presence of bashers but my concerns were unwarranted. I pulled on to the highway that would take me back to reality on his cold and stormy night. There was no traffic as I cornered a bend in the road but I could feel the wheels skid slightly. I turned up the car heater to take the chill off the early morning and turned on the radio to my favorite jazz station.

Soon I felt very alone and I considered returning to the club. It would be open for several more hours. This happens every week this regretting leaving a place that I feel like I belong. I told myself I had had my fun and I needed my rest.

From time to time I saw another car on the road. One automobile passed me going faster than the posted limit and I saw him skid a little on the wet pavement. I watched as his red tail lights slowly faded away in the steady downpour.

In the distance I though I saw a lone figure on the shoulder of the road. I make it a rule never to pick up hitchhikers but I slowed to see why this guy was standing in the rain. I could tell he was a big man over six foot tall. He wore a thin jacket and looked cold. On closer examination I saw he had a cut on his forehead and blood on his face.

I also saw his car off the road and smashed against a tree. I pulled to the shoulder to offer assistance. I opened my car door and looked up. It was Gabe. I motioned for him to move to the passenger side of the car and I unlocked the door.

He slowly opened the door, crawled in and put his head down. When I had him look at me, I saw a lot of blood but only a small cut on his forehead. I told him not to worry it looked worst that it was. I was more worried about his exposure to the elements. He was shivering.

I pulled a large blanket from my back seat and put it around him and then I turned up the car heat to full blast. He told me he was going to the have the car towed in the morning and wanted to get dry first. I pulled away and hoped Gabe would warm up soon. The next time I looked over at him I saw he has shed his wet clothes and had the blanket pulled up around him. I reached over with my right hand and massaged his shoulder as I was driving.

I thought maybe I could generate a little warmth. It must have helped because when I stopped he asked me to continue. He told me he was beat from working the last three days and did not want to file an accident report and that he had friends that could fix the car. I asked him if he wanted me to drive him to a hospital and he said no. He told me it was funny when the accident took place he had his seat belt on and was not hurt in the crash put fell down later on the wet pavement.

I looked over again and the blanket was open. Gabe was naked. I had never had a naked man in my car. He held my hand and I told him everything would be alright. He told me he was horny after having played with himself all night on stage at the club. I told him I could understand that but really I could not because I have never been on stage nude.

He interlaced his fingers with mine and I could feel the strength in his hands. He must have spend hours in the gym to achieve such muscular perfection. I was driving with my left hand while my right was attached to Gabe's in his lap.

I spent most of my time watching the road but glanced over at him from time to time. The inside of the car was illumanated only by the instruments lights and an occasional flash of lightning. I could see the reflection of the rain on the windshield being projected over his face and chest. My body tensed as I felt Gabe put my hand on his cock. I did not have to look to know where my hand was.

I felt his silkily pubic hair and his smooth scrotum and his expanding shaft. I slowly stroked it from the base to the head. I could feel his body tense and he pressed his back into the car seat. He let out a few moans and I could tell that they were not from pain but pleasure.

I became aroused and for some reason that energy was transferred to my right foot and I pushed down hard on the accelerator. Before I could realize what I had done I had ran two stop signs and was speeding toward a yellow traffic light. When I reached for the brake it was too late and I sped though a red light.

It was not the last red light I was going to see. I heard the whine of a siren and then rotating red lights appeared in my rear view mirror. I suddenly got a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach. I could see the report now. It would say I was pulled over for speeding, running two stop signs and a traffic light, and the transportation of a naked man. I was pretty sure the last one was not a crime but it would be a hell of an embarrassment when it hit the papers.

When the cop opened his patrol car door I felt my closet door opening wide and it scared me to death. The cop was a young guy. He could not be much more than 2l. I was once told police don't like to exit their cars in the rain and a lot of times will allow minor traffic violations to slip during a rain storm. Such was not the case tonight.

I hit the window button on the car door and widow was eased down electrically. The young cop directed the beam of his flashlight to my face. He asked if I had a good explanation for my transgressions of the law. I told him my friend fell in the shower and hit his head and I was taking him to the hospital to be examined. The officer next shined his light on Gabe and at the same time the blanket came open and revealed his half erect cock.

The officer next looked at me and smiled. He told me I had a good story but he did not believe a word of it and then he said that tonight was my lucky night. He told me he would put my butt in jail if I ever speeded thought his town again and that we should both go home or get a room. As I pulled away my heart was pounding a thousand miles a minute.

It was indeed lucky to be stopped by the only gay cop in the county. We decided that my home was the nearest so we drove there. Gabriel cleaned up and took a long hot shower and climbed into bed with me. I massaged his muscular back and we feel asleep in each others arms. I was hoping it would rain through the next day. I wanted to say in bed with my house guest.