I was driving along, I still had two, wait three hundred more miles to go before I would be back in my home town. The clouds moved in and it was going to be a bad one for sure, it started with thunder, then the rain started. Then lightning, and the rain was getting heavier, I could barely see, I was driving maybe forty miles an hour at this point.
Just up ahead maybe a half mile or so, I saw a tall dark shadow in the rain, a man walking, backpack, no jacket, tee shirt and jeans. No shoes that I could see, he turned as I got closer, the rain pouring off of his face and body. The tee shirt hung off of him, his jeans soaked thru, I knew I had to stop, I just could not let this man stay out in the rain for a second longer.
I pulled up and unlocked the doors, he gingerly opened the passenger side door, stuck his head in and asked if I could take him to the next gas station. I told him to get in, I turned on the heat he looked chilled to the bone. This guy was drenched, soaked to the core, he looked thru his backpack to find something dry to wear but his bag was open and everything was soaked.
I put the car in park and reached for my own bag, I rifled thru it and found a pair of grey sweats and a tee shirt. I had a dry towel he could use to dry himself off, he took the towel and dried his long dark hair. Then his face and he removed his tee shirt putting it in his back pack, the man had a great body, a little on the thin side but a hairy chest nice pecs and great nipples.
He dried his chest then removed his pants, he was commando of course, the man had a beautiful cock, soft uncut, with a full bush, nice balls and some fine legs. He dried himself off and slid the sweats on, then the tee, not a word spoken between us.
"Thank you so much Mister, I may have drowned out there, never seen so much rain so quickly ever."
"You are most welcome Sir, yeah I could not even see the road anymore, we will have to wait it out till it slows down some."
We introduced ourselves, his name was Jack, he kind of reminded me of a guy from college, I looked at him closer.
"You're not Jack Smith from Sandy Springs by any chance are you?"
"Billy your Billy Matthews, damn you look great Billy."
"Thanks you too Jack, what are you doing out here in the rain?"
"Headed back home, Mom is sick and my Dad passed away some time ago."
"Yeah I saw you at his funeral, I would have gone to talk to you but so many were near you, and I was not sure if you wanted to talk to me or not."
"Of course Billy, why would I not want to talk to you?"