This is a work of complete fiction, obviously. Don't think that any of these characters are based on any other fictional works, or on any real events, people, or occasions. Thank you for reading this short acknowledgment. Now enjoy the story.
The moon shone done on the earth with a harsh glare. The wind tore at the trees, trying to rip every last leaf from their branches. Clouds billowed high, being ripped to shreds by the battling lightning and thunder. Rain drops pelted the ground, attempting to kill the very Earth that the rain gave life to.
In the basement of a house, two people stared at the walls, waiting for power to return. Without it, they had nothing to do. They couldn't watch tv, couldn't use the computer, couldn't listen to the six CD stereo, and they couldn't go outside until the storm relented its hate against the Earth.
"Hey guys, I found them!"
Both boys looked into the depths of the foreboding basement, looking to see if it was their friend that had called from that darkness.. A small light illuminated the face of another boy. He was 19, 5'11", had blue eyes, was clothed in a heavy sweater that was stretched tight over his frame, two sizes too small, sweat pants, and wool socks. In his one hand was a lighted candle. His other hand was holding two boxes on his shoulder.
As he walked towards the other two boys, they stood up out of their sleeping bags. One was 19, 5' 10", brown eyed, had a loose T-shirt on, along with sweat pants, wool socks, and a sweater thrown on his shoulder. He was frequently called an idiot, or dummy, for he was always forgetting things, but his real name was Mike.
The other was 18, about 6', and had gray eyes and black hair. He had on a tight gym shirt, showing every last muscle. He had a six pack, and his chest was lightly toned, a nice swimmer body. He also had on jeans and wool socks. His name was Calen. Like the other kid, he had a sweater hanging from his shoulder.
The air racked their bodies with ice cold nails, trying to freeze it on contact. Both boys shuddered as they hurriedly threw their sweaters up and over their heads. One yank and they were down, covering most of their exposed skin. Their hands they shoved under their shirt, warming their hands back to their normal temperature.
"What'd you find, Sean?"
"The candles, dummy. Also, I found something for us to do while we wait for the power, and the heat. I need help getting a tent and a propane heater I found. Follow me."
The two boys left the security of their small camp, and followed the other boy. They had come with Sean up here for a weekend of fun before the end of Christmas break. In a few days, they'd have to go back to school and their tedious jobs. Everything had been going good. They made it to Sean's cabin in the mountain. It actually wasn't even a cabin. Sean's parents were very rich, and had bought a three story house in the mountains, and actually if you included the basement, it was a four story house. The furnace was started, then they had turned on the game. An hour later, during half-time, the power went out. Sean led the way to the basement to where all of the emergency supplies were.
That's how they had ended up in their present predicament. Mike was carrying the tent and a box full of tins to put candles on. Calen had a propane heater on each shoulder, while Sean carried a box full of things to do. They reached their circle of sleeping bags and set everything down. First, they moved everything out of the way, then set up the tent. A window was open, and the heaters were set up with their exhaust pointing towards the window and their heating surface towards the open tent door. Inside, the boys carried Sean's three boxes, their sleeping bags, and a lot of blankets.
Blankets were laid on the floor for padding, the boxes set behind Sean's sleeping bag, and candles on tins all over the place. Candle light illuminated the tent, casting eerie shadows against its walls.
"So what did you find?" asked Calen.
Sean smilled, reached into the first box, tinkered with something out of the other two's line of sight, then reached deeper into the box and pulled out two magazines. One's title was Hustler, another was Maxim. On the fronts were girls with biggest tits, posing in provocative positions. Calen shared Sean's smile as he reached down and grabbed the Hustler. He flipped through the first pages, and started to rub himself through his thick pants.
"Damn, these bitches are hot. Whose were these?"
"They were mine, I also found a box of my dad's old porn mags. So we have something to do later when the power comes on."
"Later?" said Mike, "Why later? Let's look at all of them now."
"Cause, idiot, you want to see each other jacking off? We need the lights so we can go to our rooms and whack off, " an offended Calen said.
"Yeah, are you gay or something," added Sean.
"NO! And if you're so against seeing me whack off, stop rubbing yourself, Calen!" objected Mike.
"He's right, Calen. If he can't get off, neither can you. Rubbing yourself is almos the same as whacking. I have an idea, why don't we play some poker?"
"Poker, sounds alright, but I want to whack, I just don't want to see you guys whacking while I am. That would make me lost me boner," said Calen.
"Hey, I got it. Why don't we make it a competition game of poker. Whoever wins gets to stay in the tent and whack off, while the others have to go out and wait while he does. Since we don't have chips, paper, or a pen, you take off an article of clothing each time you lose a hand."
"You know what, I think the idiot finally had a good idea."
"Your right, Calen, but I'm too horny to just whack off. I want to feel hot lips going up and down my cock, a hot tongue running along my length. Since no one else is here, we could keep this to ourselves. Besides, it's not like we're gay, we just need to have some sex. The person with the most clothes on in the end has to suck the winner. Sound fair?"
