Norton rolled into my office.  "I have the location of the last
 communication from the Mothern.  It's in the mountains, close to your
 cabin, Harrison."

 "Let me see.  Yes, that's about five miles away from it.  Hum.  What
 do you say Colonel?  A quick look, in and out with a brief stop for
 the weekend in my cabin?"  I asked.

 "Okay Harrison.  You get your trip into the mountains.  We leave in
 thirty minutes."  Ironhorse throws over his shoulder.

 "Thanks Norton.  I have wanted to go check on the cabin for months
 because I had left some papers up there.  The Colonel said and I
 quote `There is no time for an unimportant side trip.'  But with the
 Morthern being so quiet, I guess we can spare the time now."  I say.

 "Good hunting."  Norton says as I leave the office.

      Exactly thirty minutes later, I meet Ironhorse at the Bronco.  I
 took a steadying breath.  The Colonel had changed into a blue and
 gray plaid wool shirt and a pair of old worn jeans with sturdy hiking
 boots.  His jeans molded to his tight butt.  I could die happy now if
 I could take the picture of that magnificent ass to keep me in heaven
 for eternity.  I hear a Humph.

 Paul gives me an irritated look before climbing behind the wheel.

 I think of baseball, glaciers in Alaska to help will my erection
 away.  With a little difficulty I climb in.  Strategically placing my
 clasped hands over my bulge.  God, he smells so good.  I'm going to
 die.  Two hour drive with Paul.  I think as I start to squirm in the
 seat.

 Paul raises an eyebrow before returning to concentrating on driving.

 My eyes are drawn to his crotch.  I'm going crazy.  What was I
 thinking?  I ask myself.

 "Harrison, what is the matter with you?"  That rich deep voice asks.

 Thinking fast I say, "I think Mrs. Pennyworth changed the laundry
 soap when she washed my underwear."  I say blushing as I continue to
 squirm.

 Paul burst out laughing.  "I'm sorry, Harrison.  It's not funny but
 that does explain your squirming.  I was ready to knock you out to
 stop it."

 I look at him in shock.

 "Harrison watching you move like that is distracting."  Paul
 snickered.

 Now I harrumphed.  I grabbed on of the science journals that I had
 brought and soon was lost in the reading.

       When we pulled off to an access road, I noticed the dark black
 and gray clouds.  The winds pushed the trees tops to the left and
 then to the right.  "Bad storms coming."  I say.

 "Well we'll recon then head over to your cabin."  Ironhorse says.

 We coast to within two miles of the compound.  Changing into fatigues
 was a test in my self control.

 Paul quickly paints my face.  We creep to the top of the ridge with
 binoculars as he surveys the compound.  It was quiet.  Entirely
 deserted.  We stealthily move forward.

 I don't know what alerted him but Paul pushes me aside as a one inch
 shaft flew at us penetrating his left shoulder.  The night is
 shattered by noise of the alarm and lights.

      I grabbed Paul and ran.  At first just providing him support
 then eventually  carrying him.

 The storm that the clouds had foretold hit with a vengeance.  The
 lightening, by the grace of a fickle God, struck the Bronco as it was
 in sight.  The noise was deafening but the garbled Morthern language
 carried over the quiet moments.  The water was standing in the dips
 and the temperature continued to drop.

 I began to worry, during the rainy season flash floods were to be
 expected.
 Paul began to shake violently.  The heat radiating off of him told me
 that an infection had set in.

      The tree tops were beginning to move in frantic circles.  A
 strange roar, like a train, rose like the voice of a demon.

 I could no longer hear the Mothern but a flash of light not from the
 heavens showed that they were still following.  I felt the pressure
 change and dived into a cave.

 The roar becomes unbearable.  I hug Paul to me.  The tornado attempts
 to suck us from the cave.  The silence left behind was almost as
 deafening as the noise had been.  The devastation  was unbelievable.
 The forest was ripped up and the trees broken and strung around like
 pickup sticks.

      I quickly pick up Paul and said a few prayers that the cabin was
 still in tact.  The rain had returned with a vengeance.   I heard a
 noise behind me.  Looking down into the gully were five badly hurt
 Morthern held weapons on me.  A rumble was heard as the weapons built
 up it's eerie green glow.  Suddenly the ground shuck.  I threw us
 back as a wall of water and swirling debris washed over the
 Morthern.  I felt the ground begin to washout.  Pushing myself to my
 feet I drug my precious cargo.  I stopped only when I couldn't move
 any further.

      I rested about twenty minutes, noticing how cold it had gotten.
 We continued our trek through the woods.  No tornado damage was seen
 here.  The only way out of the forest had just been washed away by
 the raging waters.  The cabin was our only hope.  The lightening was
 coming one flash almost on top of the other.  The wind and rain were
 warring around us.

 Paul shivered almost constantly and hard enough to knock me off my
 feet.

 Then like an oasis in a desert the cabin appeared.  It seemed to be
 intact.  I set Paul down and opened the door.  I carried Paul to the
 couch turned to start a fire.  As I stood to get the first aide kit,
 I collapsed knowing that hypothermia had greatly weakened me.

      The first thing I was aware of was that I was warm.  Almost too
 warm.  Then I became aware of hurting everywhere.  I opened my eyes
 and moaned.

 Above me stood Paul with his knife out.  His eyes were glazed and
 glassy from pain and fever.

 "Quiet.  The cong are outside.  We can let them overrun our
 position."   Paul whispered.

 "Paul."  I started to say as he glared at me.  "Colonel, we are in
 the Catskill mountains in the United States.  Sir."  I prayed that my
 words will bring him back.

 "How did I get hurt?  Who are we fighting.  Where are my men?"  He
 asks in confusion.

 "We do have an enemy.  They tried to kill us.  We are safe here.  I
 need to help you.  Sit down sir."  I say.

 "Harrison?  Ouch.  Be careful.  I feel like I was drug all over this
 mountain."  Paul grumps.

 In about twenty minutes I have his wound cleaned and dressed.  I
 hand
 Him a dose of antibiotic that I keep on hand in the cabin.

 "Harrison, you carried me through that storm.  It is all jumbled up.
 Was there a tornado, a flood and did the bronco really get hit by
 lightening?  It is confusing but you saved my life."  Paul says as he
 leans forward to kiss me.

 I can only hold on and moan as my cock becomes iron hard.

 "You talked to me almost the whole way.  You said you loved me.  I
 never thought I'd hear those words coming from you.  I have loved you
 almost form the time we met."  Paul says.

 "I'd feel better if you would re-sheath that knife."  I smirked.

 Paul replaces the knife in his boot.
 

 "So that's where you had it. I knew it was on you somewhere."  I said.

      "Now where were we?"  Paul says as he walks me backwards to the
 bed.  As we undress we notice bruises that are forming from the wind
 and debris.

 I push Paul onto the bed on his back and kiss and lick his neck,
 throat, chest, abdomen and then finally his hot hard weeping cock.  I
 take his stiff rod in my hot sucking mouth.  He pulls me gently on
 top of him and spread his legs so that mine rest between his.  We
 slowly build the fire of our passion to an inferno that explodes into
 release.  With a growl, Paul rolls onto his side and pulls me to
 him.  The smile on his face is so angelic and sated that I feel like
 I'll burst with the love I have for him.

 "I love you Paul Ironhorse."  I say as I fall to sleep entwined with
 my new lover.

      I was awakened with a warm wet mouth sucking my cock.  I look to
 the foot of the bed and there was my beautiful lover.

 "Good morning.  How do you feel?"  I asked.

 "I feel warm, safe, loved and cared for."  Paul answers.

      The storm had passed and we would face the calm together.  We
 knew that Norton and Susan would come up to find us.  There was
 plenty of food and plenty of places to christen with our lovemaking.
 I grabbed Paul and pulled him to me for the first of a lifetime of
 kisses.

 The End and A Begining.