My Name is Storm Mark Williams this is my story. A tale of love and the weather.

I am the junior meteorologist for the NBC television affiliate in my city. Not a major market, but a start. My goal in life is to broadcast the weather from New York.

My dad told me I was conceived during a thunderstorm. He was a meteorologist for the Air Force now retired. It followed with a dad in the business and a name like mine I had to be a weatherman.

I always had a love of weather. I love the sound of the wind at night, the look of new fallen snow and most of all the energy of a thunderstorm. I loved to sit up late and watch the distance flashes of lighting in the night time sky. And to lie naked under a comfortable quilt listen to the sound of the rain . I love to prop my head under three pillows and lie on my stomach and rub against the soft sheets and let my cock throb with pleasure. Just the sound of the rain makes me amorous. I can stay erect for hours as I enjoy a thunderstorm and the feel of my body. I get a lot of fan mail at the television station. Most of it from females.

Some want a date and a few want to have my children. Some send pictures. A pole in a local magazine listed me as the most attractive weather man on local television . I get a few letters from men also. Most have questions about the weather or want me to speak at their club meetings. And a few letters from men want me for other purposes. My mom and dad are wondering why a good looking guy like me has not got married yet and provided them with grandchildren. Oh I guess you don't know what I look like unless you have watched the 10:00 p.m. news. Well I am a tall guy 6' 2", 32 years old, I have blue eyes, and I am a lean 167 pounds. And yes red hair and everyone calls me "Stormy". I knew I was hired at the TV station largely based on my good looks.. I never felt I was exceptionally handsome but I guess a lot of people would disagree with me. My appearance has opened some doors for me but few people know I graduated in the top three percent of my university class.

I am a pretty lucky guy when I look at things. I have a job I love and one that a lot of people envy, I make good money but don't have to work too hard, I drive a new car every year provided by the television station. I was missing one thing in my life thing, someone to love.

I have always known I was attracted to men. And I longed to put my arms around a special guy.

I was sorting through my fan mail six months ago when I found one that caught my attention. It was from a guy who said he was my number one fan. He wrote a long letter about how the weather was his favorite part of the news, how he loved rain and in particular thunderstorms, and at the bottom of the letter he said how much he loved the weatherman. And then the picture fell out of the envelope. It was of a young man clad only in tight white Calvin Klein briefs reclining on a blue velvet couch.

He looked a lot like Brad Pitt. He had beautiful blond hair and an engaging smile.

He looked like he worked out but was not overly muscular. The young man looked to be about 25 years old and from the neck down had almost no body hair. The picture was signed "To my favorite meteorologist Stormy, Love Scott".

I throw away almost all my fan letters but I kept this one. I read it at least dozen times throughout the day. And the image of Scott would not leave my mind. He had included his phone number, email address, ICQ number, and invited me to come to a "Storm watch".

I was wondering what a "Storm watch" was. Did he want me to observe a storm with him or did he want to watch me. Later I came to find out both assumptions were true. He wanted to do both things.

When I got back home that night I took the letter and picture to my special room. It is my home office and weather station. All my favorite things are there. A variety of weather instruments line the wall behind my office desk. I can keep a constant monitor on the wind speed, direction, outside temperature, and barometric pressure. I have two computers. One just to watch the weather radar.

I held Scott's picture in my trembling hand and I felt a warm sensation in my groin. I placed the photo in my graphic scanner and send the sensuous icon to my computer as wallpaper. There he was smiling at me on my large computer monitor. What a beautiful body. I just stared and scanned him with my eyes from the top of his head to the tip of his petite toes. I make the scan several times always lingering at the bulge in the white briefs.

I looked over at the temperature gage on the wall... its digital numbers told me the outside air was getting cooler unlike my body temperature which was warming up. The barometric pressure started to drop while I stared to rise. I looked out the window and saw a distance flash of lighting. I knew it was going to storm.

I stripped to my blue jockey shorts and placed a towel on the seat of my computer chair. The house was still. I opened a window and the cool breeze filled the darkened room. And then I heard a choir of crickets and the distinct rumble of thunder.. I watched his picture on the monitor and slowly stroked the front of my jockeys.

My seven inch cock came to life as I stroked it and cupped my left hand under my balls still contained in the shorts. "Oh Scott I wish you were here" I said to myself as I stood up pulled the shorts off and stroked my hard cock. I came long before it stared to rain and it felt so good.

I typed in Scott's ICQ number on my computer. The words Scott appeared on the ICQ box under the words "Awaiting Authorization". Yes I thought to my self I sure wish I had the authorization to hug him tonight.

When I got to the TV station the next day, my mail was piled on my desk. All looked pretty routine except for one that came in a priority mail envelope. The first thing I pulled out of the envelope was a business card. It had Scott's name on it and under the name were the words "Registered Massage Therapist". Next I found a very expensive looking red silk tie along with a note and pile of photographs. In the note Scott said he watched me every night and jacked off during the weather. Even though I was alone, I blushed and my face became as red as my hair and the tie.

Scott wanted to know if I would wear the tie on camera to show I was thinking of him. Of course I will wear the tie I thought to my self... hell I will wear the tie and nothing else of that pleases Scott I chucked to myself.

I closed the door to my small office and looked at the photos Scott sent. The first one was of Scott laying in bed with his head propped up under a couple of pillows and dressed only in a pair of soccer shorts. The next picture he wore only a jock strap. In the third picture the jock was gone replaced by a soccer ball. I was breathing heavy by the time I saw Scott laying naked on the bed in the fourth picture. There were about ten more pictures of Scott in a variety of nude poses. One that I lingered over was him on his stomach with a great view of his tight ass. And then the last picture took my breath away and made my heart pound. It was a picture of Scott naked with a hardon. I wanted to drop my pants and jack off in the office but I was going on the air in let than an hour.

Something strange happened that night during the weather broadcast. Something that never happened before, I got a hardon on the air. I was thinking of Scott jacking off and it gave me a real boner. I was scared to death that is would show on camera. I was thinking on the other hand my rating might double. When I got home that night I rewound the video I had preset to record that nights 10:00 news. I was relieved to find my giant erection had not made its appearance on camera. Scott's red tie was clearly visible.

I turned on my computer and got on ICQ. I used the screen name Thunder. I saw Scott was logged on and send him a message asking if he has seen the tie tonight. He replied he had and it had been a big thrill for him. I typed back that I was very pleased with the tie and the photos were spectacular. We chatted for a few minutes and then I lost contact with him.

A couple of days later, station management had me make an appearance at a shopping mall to promote the station. I was passing out free weather calendars when I looked up and saw a familiar face in the crowd. It was Scott. And he looked even more handsome than the picture that I was now carrying in my wallet. As he approached closer I looked into his beautiful green eyes. I said "Hi Scott" and saw his face light up. I put my hand on his shoulder and pulled him toward me. When he was within a few inches of me I told him in a whisper that every time I looked at his pictures I get a hardon. Scott flushed with embarrassment but flashed a wonderful grin.

I told Scott I had made a long range seven day forecast of the weather and that I believed that conditions would be right for a "Storm Watch" later in the week. Scott said only two words then disappeared in the crowd. "Call me".

It is six days later and I am tracing a storm heading in our direction. I have been following it on radar and start to revise my forecast. I came in at 6 p.m. to get ready for the 10:00 p. m. broadcast. I always have mixed emotions about storms while I am at the station. First station management wants the Chief Meteorologist to do the reporting during bad weather. They say the public has more confidence in him because he is the senior man. So it is rare I can have the real challenge of being on the air during interesting times. But on the other hand I usually get the evening off and can enjoy the storm first hand. This evening was true to form.

The Chief came in and said "Looks like a bumpy evening Stormy I will take it from here you can have the night off." I went to my office and pouted a little. Then I reached into my wallet and extracted the picture of Scott. Maybe tonight would be perfect for a "Stormy Watch".

I dialed Scott's number and told him a thunderstorm was headed our way and would be in the area around midnight. He said he lived alone and invited me over to his home. I thought about it for exactly five seconds and told him I was on the way over.

His home was an hours drive from the station. He lived on the end of a long and winding access road. His nearest neighbor was about a half a mile away.

When Scott answered the door I knew the drive had been worth it. He was gorgeous. He showed me through his beautiful home which was a gift to him from his parents who were enjoying retirement in Florida. We sat on his back porch and watched the stars and then observed a growing number of clouds. The wind picked up and a slight chill filled the air.

Scott and I talked about our love for rain and thunderstorms as we sipped white wine. Scott suggested we use the hot tub on the porch to warm up and wind down and then he disappeared into the house. When he came back he was carrying two oversized bath towels and was naked except for a form fitting speedo.

I told him I had not brought any trunks with me and I would feel funny being the only one naked. At that Scott put the towels down and removed the Speedo. His body was flawless. The pictures only reveled a portion of his beauty. I just stood there speechless. My excuse for not entering he hot tub was no longer valid and I started to undress.

Scott took my suit coat and pants and neatly folded then and took then inside the house. He came over to me slowly unbuttoned by blue Oxford shirt and removed it. He assisted me as I removed my T-shirt. I stood there in my white jockey shorts and faced Scott who was naked. He give me a little hug and cupped my balls in his right hand. My balls felt so good the encased in the soft cotton surrounded by Scott's warm and strong hand. He held them a minute gave then a gentle squeeze and then stroked my back and slid his hands under the waist band of the back of shorts. He massaged by ass cheeks and the slowly lowed my briefs the hot tub desk.

We got into the tub and the warm water felt great. Scott poured a little more wine and we settled in to watch the distance flashes of lighting jumping from cloud to cloud. We felt the breeze become stronger. And we smelled the sweet smell of approaching rain. We moved closer to each other until our bodies touched.

I could feel my penis become hard. And then the rains came. Slow at first. Gentle. A few drops at a time. And then a little stronger. I put my hands around Scott's butt and pulled him toward me until our bodies became one. I felt his erect manhood against my body and my against his. It felt so good and natural. We were a part of nature. And then the thunderstorm came. The wind picked up and the downpour began. The cool rain bathed our bodies. We would have stayed like that for hours except a bolt of lighting hit a few hundred yards away and broke our trance of love.

We headed naked inside the house. After we toweled off Scott took my hand and led me to the bedroom. He opened the drapes to a large picture window so we could continue to observe the storm. We lie naked on the quilt and watched the light show outside. We hugged for what seemed like hours.

Scott told me to lie on my stomach so he could give me a massage. I willingly obeyed his request and turned control of my body over to him. Over the years I had not been touched much and this invitation filled me with joy.

My body tingled with excitement. Scott lit a few candles and put them on the nightstand. The room was dark except for the flicker of the candles and the occasional flashes of lighting. His strong hands kneaded the back of my neck and I could feel months of tension leave my body.

His fingertips traced the length of my body from my neck to my toes. And then I felt the palms of his hands against my back and I wanted him to continue forever. I wanted to stroke my cock but he told me to remain motionless.

Scott massaged the length of my legs and made my calves feel wonderful. Then he started on the feet and I arched my back a little and could feel a marvelous sensation all the way to my erect dick. He got on the bed with me and sat across my legs. I could feel his balls and cock make contact with my legs. And the he scooted forward and his manhood rested on my ass as he massaged my back again.

Scott got off me and stood next to the night stand and his body was illustrated in candle light. It was the most beautiful sight of my life. I studied him in the flesh like I had the pictures. The real thing was a hundred times better. I yearned to run my hands over his smooth body and suck on that beautiful cock. He told be to roll off on my back and not to move. He then massaged my face and ran his fingers through my hair. I wanted to fondle his cock and run my hands around his tight ass but he ordered me again to stay still and enjoy his touch.

He massaged my deltoids, biceps, triceps, forearms and the palms of my hand. And then gave special attention to all ten fingers. My breathing was becoming heavy as he massaged the front of my legs from my thigh to my toes. I was so hard and wanted to cum so bad, but held off.

Just when I thought I could not hold out any longer Scott massaged the crease between my tight and abdomen and then cradled by balls in his hand and massaged them. I could hear the sounds of the storm as Scott stared to massage my cock. As he stroked me I heard the wind whistle through the trees and the rain beat again the window and saw the flashes of lighting which illustrated both our naked bodies. Scott got back on the bed and sat over my legs and continued to give me pleasure.

And then I came. And my cum shot out in three long busts that ran down Scott's chin and chest. I saw my essence in the glow of candle light and a few flashes of lighting. Scott lay next to me on the bed and I was warmed by his body. Scott lay back on the bed while I massaged his cock and balls.

He moaned as I slowly moved his foreskin back and forth over his cock head. Whenever I though he was going to cum I stopped for a while and then started again. This continued for almost an hour until Scott finally shot his load all over him and I. We then crawled under the covers and made love to each other while listening to each others breathing and heart beat. And the sound of the falling rain, and the sound of distance thunder until dawn.

THE END OR IS IT THE BEGINNING?