The problem with a storm..
The problem with a storm is that it doesn’t ask you if you’re ready or not. It doesn’t just destroy, but it also reveals. Sometimes what it reveals isn’t what we were expecting to see.
YEAR 2003
The walls of the bedroom were adorned with superheroes. The window was up in the bedroom. A sweet, gentle breeze moved through the room. The small TV was tuned in to VH1, and the music video for Nickelback’s “Someday” played. An adorable eight-year-old Aiden danced around in the room. He was innocent and carefree. That was life through the eyes of a child. The sky flashed with purple like lights, and the curtains ruffled. The wind picked up.
Little Aiden felt the difference. He stopped dancing and turned the volume on the TV down. There was a low humming from the earth. It was like she was crying out for help, or maybe she was giving a warning to all that could hear. Aiden moved slowly and cautiously toward the window. Even at a young age, he had a curious nature.
He could see the darkness of night between the curtains. The wind began to howl. The sound bent his ears. It vibrated through his soul. The lights raced through the sky. Aiden stood inches from the window. He reached his hand to touch the curtains. Just as he was about to pull them open, his bedroom door flung open. His little heart raced. His mother stood in the doorway.
“Quick! Let’s go,” she hurried him as she held her hand out for him to take.
Aiden ran to her. He took her hand, and she quickly led him out of the bedroom. Another flash of light revealed the tornado barreling through the field of corn. It was headed directly for the house. She carried her son down the stairs. Aiden’s father was patiently waiting for them at the bottom.
“Come on,” he said with a panicked expression splattered across his face.
“Daddy,” little Aiden cried.
“It’s okay, son. We’re gonna all be okay,” he said as the family moved through the house.
The family ran out the back door. The wind was whipping fiercely. Debris flew past them. It was like something out of a movie. The trees bent at the will of the wind. The sky roared suddenly with thunder. The most howling sound ever vibrated through their ears and bones. Aiden glanced at the house, and he saw it. It blended in with the dark of the night. The tornado was massive in both height and width. It rendered him speechless. Even at a young age, Aiden understood the power of the beast.
They made it to the storm shelter. His father opened the door to the storm shelter. The wind gripped the father and pulled him back. He went flying. It was like someone had put a magnet on him and was being snatched. He grabbed hold of a pole that was firmly planted in the ground.
“BILL,” the mother shouted in horror.
“Take Aiden,” the father strained as the wind pulled the air from his lungs.
The father tried to plant his feet on the ground. The wind wouldn't allow him. The cracks in the foundation of the house rocked them. They could hear the wood being ripped apart. The mother placed Aiden in the storm shelter.
She shouted, “BILL! Bill, what are you doing?”
“DADDY,” Aiden cried. “Don’t go.”
“I’ll always love you, son. Always!” He knew his fate. There was nothing he could do. He just had to make sure Aiden survived and knew he was loved. The glass shattered from the house. The barbecue grill flew from the side. It slammed into the door of the shelter. The door slammed shut with Aiden inside. The mother slowly turned to face her husband. She tried to ground herself to make it to him. She was determined for her family to survive.
“Get in with Aiden,” he shouted.
“Not without you,” she yelled.
The house flew up into the air, and then it vanished inside the twister. The wind grew louder and louder. Then it was quiet outside. The storm was gone, and so were Aiden’s parents. He was all that was left of them.
PRESENT DAY
Aiden’s eyes grew not with fear but with awe. The sight of a tornado always seemed to steal his breath away. The wind slapped against his skin like a hundred hands hitting him all at once. Adam ran toward him. Aiden could easily see the fear and panic on Adam’s handsome face.
“Get inside,” he told him.
Across the way, he spotted Grayson. The man stood paralyzed. His eyes were fixed on the funnel of dark clouds and dust. Aiden called out to him, but he didn’t answer. It was like the man was stuck. The twister had a pull on him. That was the power of the storm.
“Shit,” Aiden yelled as he ran toward Grayson.
Grayson stood there unable to move, feel, or think. The danger called to him. The power seduced him. The fear captivated him. It was like a slow mind fuck that refused to let you cum. It wasn’t a massive tornado, but it was one nevertheless. As Grayson stared into its darkness, he could see everything he had lost in it years ago. His grey eyes watered as a single tear rolled from his eye. Aiden ran up behind him and pulled him by the arm. Before Grayson could respond, he was off his feet and thrown over Aiden’s shoulder.
“No! No! Put me down,” he screamed and kicked.
Aiden held on to him tightly. He turned to run back toward the gas station/diner. A power line came crashing down in front of them. It blocked their path. Aiden quickly surveyed the area. A garage was off to the side. Aiden ran for it.
As Grayson pleaded to be put down, his ears heard what sounded like a gut-wrenching scream from the tornado. It sent a chill down his spine. His skin crawled, and every fiber of hair on his body stood up. Then the fear no longer captivated him. It swallowed him whole. Everything inside of him ran away.
Aiden carried him into the garage. He dropped him on the ground and closed the door. Everything outside grew more and more intense. The wind slammed against the building. The walls shook as pictures, hanging tools, and various other items fell off the wall. Aiden spotted the service bay. The open space underneath the raised car was the only place that seemed safe.
“We need to get down there,” he told Grayson as he pointed to the service bay.
Grayson nodded his head. Aiden took his hand and they ran over. Aiden jumped down first, and then Grayson followed him. The building sounded like it was slowly caving in on them. The sound of the earth crying grew louder. Grayson looked at Aiden. There was nothing but pure fear in those grey, stormy eyes. Aiden pulled him close.
“We’re gonna be okay, Grayson. Just look at me,” he told him.
Grayson looked into those calming blue eyes made of rain. He held his gaze as the sound of the roof ripping apart flowed. Then something happened. The sound of destruction faded away. The light from outside shone down through the open roof. Aiden placed his hand on Grayson's cheek.
A warmth flowed between them. Their hearts began to race. Something between them sparked, and it pulled and tugged at them. Aiden studied his face, eyes, and lips. Even in the midst of a storm, he wanted to sample the man. There was something between them that centered the man. He couldn’t explain it. Part of it scared him. That fear is what pushed him to explore it.
Aiden leaned in and pressed his lips against Grayson’s lips. The kiss took him by surprise. He, however, quickly melted in Aiden’s embrace and kissed him back. Thunder roared within them. They both parted their lips, and their tongues slid into the mouth of the other. They both felt a spark of passion. It was as if what they had needed their entire life was suddenly being given.
The car above them was pulled away by the tornado. A gush of wind flowed down and wrapped itself around them. They continued kissing as if nothing was occurring. Aiden’s hand moved down Grayson’s back and then slid onto his backside. Grayson’s hand moved to the front of Aiden’s jeans, and he gave the cowboy’s growing erection a firm squeeze.
Adam screamed, “Aiden!”
Grayson quickly broke away from the kiss. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked up and realized the car was gone. As well as the roof and the walls. Adam looked down and saw them. He breathed a sigh of relief.
“Are you two okay?” He asked.
“Yeah. We had a moment there, but we’re good,” Grayson answered as he stared at Aiden. “Right, Aiden?”
Aiden sighed, “Yeah. We’re good.”
It was a small-scale tornado that didn’t stay on the ground long. They didn’t want to risk being caught in another surprise storm, so they checked into another motel. Grayson stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around his waist. There was a knock at the door. He walked over and opened the door.
Aiden stood there for a moment. He was caught off guard by the sight of Grayson half-naked and the water dripping from his smooth ebony frame. His eyes scanned over his body. Aiden took in every muscle, scar, bruise, and curve. He burned them to memory. It was becoming more and more clear that he liked the man.
“Aiden, it’s late. What do you want?”
“You kissed me,” he blurted out, like some adolescent.
Grayson raised an eyebrow, “Correction. You kissed me. I just returned the motion.”
“Is it so bad to admit that you kissed me?” It was a perfectly good question.
“What do you want from me? You have Adam in your room once again. Yet you’re standing here in my face.”
“What do I want?” He asked with disbelief and shock. He wasn’t used to being dismissed. Aiden was used to people falling for his charm and wanting him. “I want to kiss you again. I never kissed anyone, and I kissed you. That’s a big fuckin’ deal for me.”
“Well,” Grayson began. “Now you see why it’s overrated, and I didn’t ask you to kiss me.”
“You sure as shit didn’t stop me. You kissed me back. You liked it. I don’t understand. Am I not attractive or something? And you keep bringing up Adam, but you did fuck someone last night or did you forget?’
Grayson stood there for a moment. He didn’t want a single emotion to show. He calmed himself in his mind. Then he spoke softly with a measured response that only he could give.
“If there’s nothing else…I hope you have a good evening. Good night, Aiden.”
He closed the door and locked it. His actions set off explosions inside Aiden. He felt rejected and dismissed. Those were emotions he wasn’t used to. He turned and walked away. He needed to remind himself that he was a cowboy. He was a fucking bull and he didn’t need Grayson fuckin’ Blue. He entered the motel room. Adam was standing there in his underwear. Aiden closed the door and began to undress.
Aiden stood there in all his naked glory. Adam felt a lump in his throat as he lay there staring up at the hunk of a man. He wanted what Aiden was finally offering, even if it was through rage and disappointment. The cowboy’s chest was puffed out, pecs proudly on display, nipples erect, abs perfectly cut, pubes trimmed just right, and that long cock pointed downward. It was gorgeous and just how Adam remembered it. Nearly eight and a half inches of white meat. It dangled there, cut, thick, commanding, and beautiful.
Aiden cocked his head to the side. His brain was no longer in control. “Well?”
It was as if that was some sort of magic word for Adam. He nodded his head and spread his legs. The bulge in his underwear throbbed. Aiden moved to the bed, between Adam’s legs. Adam rolled, and Aiden found himself between Adam’s legs. He opened wide and took Aiden’s cock into his mouth. Aiden hissed as the twink eagerly sucked his dick. Adam’s mouth slurped coated the cock like it was his favorite toy. Aiden watched him lick every inch of his cock. He thrust his hips and began to fuck his throat. Adam stroked the base of it and took every inch into the back of his throat.
“Oh, fuck,” Aiden moaned.
Aiden ran his hands over the back of Adam’s tiny ass. Adam’s tongue rolled down and across Aiden’s heavy nut sack. With every lick and suck Aiden felt his mind drifting away from his worries and troubles. That was what he liked. He didn’t want to be vulnerable and disarmed. He wanted to be carefree, fun, and exciting.
His cock was wet and glistening. Adam put in work. His mouth continued to glide up and down Aiden’s pole. He moaned around it. His tongue lapped around it. Faster and faster, his lips slid around the shaft. Adam loved being between Aiden’s legs. He loved the taste and the sounds of Aiden.
“That feels good. Take care of your bull,” Aiden encouraged him.
Adam looked up at him with sexy eyes. Under normal circumstances, such a look would have made a guy’s heart flutter. That was not the case. Aiden quickly pulled his cock from Adam’s mouth. He moved behind him and pulled Adam’s underwear down. That tiny, pink, hairless hole quickly revealed itself. It was already winking and throbbing.
Aiden slid his tongue across that hole, and it sent Adam off. He moaned and tossed his head back. Aiden placed both his strong hands on those pale cakes. He pulled the cheeks wider. He spat on that hole and then pushed his tongue against it. Adam wrapped his hand around his cock and began to stroke himself. Aiden buried his face deeper inside of his cakes.
“Yes,” Adam moaned.
Aiden slapped his cheeks, stinging them and turning them bright red. Adam pushed more of his ass back in Aiden’s face. Aiden forced his tongue inside of him. It darted in and out of Adam’s tight hole. The sweet little bottom found himself drowning in pleasure. Aiden’s tongue moved in and out of him with quick jabs. It truly opened Adam’s ass.
“It feels so fucking good,” Adam cried.
Aiden pulled his tongue out and flipped him on his back. He lifted Adam’s legs and pushed them back. Aiden pressed his cock head against the pucker. It opened for him and he slid right into the tight heat of Adam’s ass. Adam’s chest, neck, and face instantly turned red. Aiden quickly began to fuck him. His cock moved in and out of him. Adam let out deep moans as Aiden fucked him hard and deep. That cock pressed all the way inside of him. He was balls deep.
“Oh my God,” Adam screamed. “It’s so fucking good.”
“Squeeze that fucking cock,” Aiden commanded as he pounded his pussy.
Adam obeyed and clench the muscles in his ass. He took his throbbing erection in his hand and stroked himself and Aiden fucked him. He pounded into him so hard it made Adam’s body bounce. Aiden’s balls smashed into him over and over. The sound of wet flesh slapping and smacking filled the room. The smell of open ass flooded in. Aiden fucked into him deeper and faster.
Aiden rolled his eyes and said, “So fuckin’ big.”
“I want you to ride this fuckin’ cock.” The words poured out of Aiden like a god.
He rolled onto his back, pulling Adam on top of him. Adam quickly began to bounce up and down on him. He rode his cock making his hole throb around it. Aiden fucked up into him hard and fast. The sound of his balls beating into Adam’s backside echoed off the walls. Adam’s moans grew loud and intense. They fucked each other hard, fast, and dirty.
“Come and fuck me,” Aiden growled as he spanked Adam.
His cock plowed into Adam’s wet tunnel. Aiden’s cock left that hole gaping. The pink walls had been rubbed raw. They fucked like two wild animals. There was nothing but lust and aggression in the way their bodies moved. Adam rolled his hips in this slow motion that made Aiden bite his lips and stifle his moan.
Adam’s cock and balls turned several shades redder. He stroked his dick vigorously as each thrust pulled a moan from him. His walls clung to Aiden’s thick dick. It didn’t want to let him go. Aiden finally pulled out of him. That hole was wide open. You could see his pink insides.
Aiden pulled him to edge of the bed and slid his cock back inside of him. He fucked him harder. Their moans carried from room to room. Aiden’s cock slammed into that sweet spot inside Adam. He fucked him so deep and good that the twink’s mouth hung open. He couldn’t make a sound. He just laid there stroking his cock and taking the fuck of his life.
Aiden slowed down his thrust. He slowly rocked his cock in and out of Adam’s hole. Those puffy ass lips gently pulsed around his cock. Adam’s anus leaked juice all over the bed. Aiden glanced down at Adam’s face. It was twisted in pleasure. He looked into his eyes. Slowly, Adam’s eyes faded, and he was looking into Grayson’s eyes.
Something snapped inside of Aiden. He pounded his cock deeper into Adam’s ass. The bed squeaked and rocked as if it were about to break in half. The intensity proved too much for Adam. He stroked his cock and it erupted, covering his chest in cum. Aiden pulled his dick out of him and splattered his cum all over Adam’s chest.
The knocking at the door woke Aiden up from his sleep. He got up completely naked with a raging hard-on. He looked around for any sign of Adam, but he was missing. The knocking at the door grew louder. Aiden slipped into a pair of jeans. He opened the door to find Grayson.
Grayson frowned and asked, “Are you two ready? I’ve been waiting for hours.”
“In a sec,” he said as he slammed the door in Grayson’s face.
Grayson shouted, “ASSHOLE!”
Aiden looked around the room. He wondered where Adam could be. Aiden turned on the TV. There were reports of more possible tornado outbreaks as more storm systems were moving into the state. Aiden sat down, and from the corner of his eye, a piece of paper caught his attention. He picked it up. It was a note. It read:
Dear Aiden,
Thank you for a good time. I want you to know that I would have stayed if I knew there was any chance you wanted something more. I’m used to guys only wanting me for sex, and honestly, I’ve always been okay with that. Then I saw something in your eyes that made me want more. Sadly, you only see more when you look at Grayson. Funny how we all met on an airplane just two days ago, and two of us already want more from complete strangers. I’m sure most people would look at us and swear that Grayson and I are the two who want more. Instead, it’s me and the bull. Good luck on getting that guy to let his guard down. He’s deep in his storm. You are a storm chaser, so maybe you can get him. Either way, I wish you the best.
Regards,
Adam Reed (The Twink)
Aiden’s heart felt heavy. Adam was right about Grayson. The man was definitely inside of a storm. They were both inside a storm, and the thing about storms…it doesn’t always wait until you’re safe. It doesn’t leave things the way it found them. The problem with a storm is that it’s beautiful and terrifying all at once. Aiden and Grayson were both beautiful and terrifying! So, the problem with a storm is that you have no idea what comes next…!
TO BE CONTINUED
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