The Stillness of Water
Grayson stood by the truck. The air felt warm to his lungs. He stared out at the road, counting the passing cars. He felt like he had been waiting forever for two of them. The sound of the door closing drew his attention. He turned around and saw Aiden heading for the truck. Aiden snapped his head in Grayson’s direction.
“Let’s go,” he quickly said as he climbed into the truck.
He noticed that Adam was missing. He ran over and opened the passenger door. He climbed into the truck. Grayson could sense something was off with Aiden. The energy in the truck felt different. It felt like a heavy cloud was sitting over them.
“Where’s Adam?” He asked.
“Gone.” It was one word, but the way Aiden uttered it pained Grayson. He sounded wounded. For some reason, Aiden’s pain affected Grayson.
Grayson asked, “Gone where?”
“To the fucking moon,” Aiden snapped. “I don’t know. Are you going or staying? Tell me now!”
Grayson didn’t bother to fight back. He fastened his seatbelt and sat quietly. In typical Grayson fashion, he took on the blame for Adam’s departure. It wasn’t his fault, and in some ways, he had nothing to do with it, but his personality left no room for the truth. It just accepted that all things were his fault.
Aiden pulled out of the parking lot and cruised on down the highway. For the longest time, the truck was silent. Aiden fought with himself inside his head. He hated that he had hurt Adam. He regretted that he slept with him, and he especially hated that he was conflicted over his growing feelings for Grayson. His emotions didn’t end there. There was something deeper going on with him, and he couldn’t quite understand it. Something about Adam leaving just stung him.
“I’m sorry,” Grayson finally said, breaking the silence in the truck.
“What are you sorry for?” Aiden asked with a bit of annoyance.
“For being an ass to Adam. I didn’t mean for him to leave. For being in the way, I guess. I don’t really know, “he answered as he fidgeted with his fingers.
Aiden huffed, “You don’t know why you’re sorry, yet you’re apologizing. Make it make sense, Grayson.”
Grayson answered honestly, “I don’t know how to make it make sense. I feel like you’re mad at me and blame me for him leaving. I’m sorry.”
“I am mad at you. You made me feel stupid for liking you. You made me feel horrible for getting a blow job, but the only person responsible for Adam leaving is me. That one, you’re off the hook for.”
“Oh. I’m sorry he left, and I’m sorry you’re hurting. Is there anything I can do to help you feel better?” There was so much sincerity in Grayson’s voice. It disarmed Aiden’s rage. He hadn’t expected that.
“Just when I think I have you figured out and I'm ready to write you off, you show some civility.” Aiden chuckled lightly and shook his head in disbelief.
“That word,” Grayson paused as his voice cracked slightly. “I’m not an evil animal. I’m a human being. I’m capable of being nice. Just when I am, people abuse it. They take my kindness for weakness.”
Aiden picked up on the hurt in Grayson’s voice. He knew that he had triggered him. It was not his intention to do that. “I know that. I saw how nice you were on the airplane before you told me I needed a shot. I saw you being nice to Adam briefly. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“Sorry. People used to unjustifiably label me as mean. When I hear it, even as an adult, it triggers me.”
“Then I won’t say it again. Since we’re being honest, I didn’t like you saying I needed a shot. I don’t go around using my body like that.”
Grayson cleared his throat, “That was more of a dig at Adam. It came from a place of jealousy, and for that I apologize.
Aiden looked at him and raised an eyebrow, “Jealousy?”
“When I saw you, I was attracted to you. Then he came out of the bathroom, and I felt some type of way. He was blonde, a twink, and everything I wished I were.”
“Yet I was willing to open myself up to you, but you didn’t give me that chance.”
Grayson retorted, “You told me I wasn’t your type.”
“You said you wouldn’t sleep with me. In the airport. Very loudly, I might add.”
They both laughed. The laughter sucked all the tension out of them. Their bodies relaxed. They relaxed like the air in the atmosphere after a bad storm.
Grayson asked coyly, “So, I am your type?”
“Maybe,” Aiden answered playfully. “I held your hand. I offered to drive you across the state, and I’m about to show you my Malibu. I’d say you’re my type of trouble. I can’t explain it, but you just pull me in, and it’s only been two days.”
After twenty minutes of driving through shoulder-high prairie grass and cracked gravel, Aiden slowed the truck near a bent fence line and pulled off to the side. Grayson had been watching the shifting horizon. The silence between the two of them had grown soft and comfortable after they shared their mutual attraction for each other.
“We’re here,” Aiden said as he cut the engine.
Grayson raised an eyebrow. “Where is here?”
Aiden opened the door. “My Malibu. A place I found chasing a storm last year. It’s not on any map. C’mon.”
Grayson hesitated, “We’re not going to get mauled by cows or stumble upon some redneck’s meth lab, are we?”
“Statistically, low chance on the cows,” Aiden said with a grin. “Red necks and meth labs? This is Oklahoma.”
They followed a faint deer trail through the tall grass and cottonwood. They ducked under branches, brushed stray leaves from their hair, and wiped sweat from the back of their necks. The world itself felt suspended. The birds' song above and the trees creaked in the wind.
Then, suddenly, the trees broke.
The water hole lay in a shallow basin of stone that was fed by a narrow spring trickling from the rock face. The pool was glassy and still, the color of slate and sky. Dragonflies skimmed the surface. Everything smelled like fresh rain and moss. That was the smell of the great outdoors. A smell that could only be appreciated when you lived your life embracing storms and wilderness.
Grayson stopped in his tracks. His breath caught in his chest. A lump in his throat and beauty in his eyes.
“Holy shit.”
“Right,” Aiden said in a soft voice as if he were trying to protect the peace and stillness of the environment.
They stepped down onto the warm rocks that ringed the pool. Grayson knelt down and ran his fingers through the surface. It was cool and impossibly clear, like the earth itself had been waiting to exhale.
“How’d you find this place?”
“Tornado touched down a couple of miles north. Everything up there was ripped to hell. I pulled off to breathe and ended up here.” He glanced around. “Felt wrong, almost. Like, I didn’t deserve all this peace right after all that damage.”
Grayson sighed, “The thing about peace is it doesn’t wait till you’ve earned it. It just…shows up.” Grayson took a beat. “He wasn’t a stranger. The guy in my motel room. He was someone who used to mean the world to me.”
Their eyes met. There was no passionate exchange. They were just present. Nothing was asked, but they gave each other exactly what they needed in the moment. They gave one another permission to feel and enjoy the peace that was around them.
“I think we should disrupt the peace for a moment. Breathe and swim,” Aiden said as he pulled his shirt off.
“What?”
He dropped his jeans, and Grayson quickly turned around. Aiden didn’t want to hide a single part of himself from Grayson. He wanted to be seen. He turned him around with that charming smile. Grayson held Aiden’s gaze for a moment. Slowly, his eyes traveled down Aiden’s body. He took in every muscle. The sun, mixed with the sweat from the walk, gave his naked body a glistening glow. Grayson’s gaze had such a deep intensity to it. Aiden’s sweat trickled over his perfectly formed pink nipples and down his abs. The wind blew gently through his pubes.
Finally, Grayson’s eyes feasted on Aiden’s cut cock. The sight of such a succulent prize made his heart melt. It dangled between those thick thighs in front of a pair of smooth, low-hanging balls. The two men made eye contact. Aiden flashed that charming cowboy smile.
Grayson shook his head and pulled his shirt off. He dropped his pants and underwear. Aiden bit his bottom lip as he took in the wonders of Grayson’s body. Those dark nipples quickly became erect from the gentle blow of the breeze. Sweat dripped onto his chest and ran down his washboard abs.
Aiden’s eyes dropped past Grayson’s belly button. The trimmed dark pubes stood out, and then his dark shaft came into view. Finally, Aiden saw that semi-erect penis with the glaring pink mushroom head. The perfect color contrast of pink and chocolate. Aiden saw the man as his chocolate-covered strawberry.
“Not so bad being naked around me, right?” Aiden asked.
“I guess not.”
Aiden picked his phone up, and “Breathe” by Faith Hill played for them. He put the phone down and turned his back to Grayson. His plump, round, pale cheeks were on full display. It was an incredible sight. He dived into the water, and Grayson quickly followed.
Under the surface of the water, nothing mattered. They were just two people free of the storm. They swam directly to one another. They embraced, and slowly their lips came together. They melted into one another. They kissed! As their bodies floated and the water danced around them, their hands touched each other. The weight of the world faded away.
They lost track of time. Hours drifted by as the sunlight bathed them in light and the water cooled their spirits. Aiden got out of the water to sunbathe, and Grayson disappeared beneath the surface once again. Under the water, he could feel every bad thing he held inside fall off him. The stillness of the water gave him peace and courage.
Grayson’s head broke through the surface of the water. His curls were suddenly weighted down from the water, but his soul felt light. He opened his mouth and let the fresh air fill his lungs. A slight turn to the right, and he saw Aiden. The rugged storm chasing cowboy lay flat on his stomach. The sun was beaming on his muscular back. His round yet tight pale globes were sticking up.
A certain hunger invaded Grayson. He eyed Aiden like the prize he knew the stud was. Maybe it was the beauty of nature, the moments they had shared, or the raging storm inside of him that led him. Whatever it was, he didn’t fight it. He saw what he had been wanting, and he went for it. A sample was all he needed.
He emerged from the water hole. His body moved along the grass. His heart raced and ached with every step he took. Aiden could feel Grayson approaching him like he could sense a storm brewing. He felt the shift in Grayson’s energy, and it made him inhale sharply. Grayson lowered himself onto his knees.
He took in the curves of Aiden’s tight ass. Those thick thighs and strong calves made the man all the more sexually appealing. Grayson placed his hands on Aiden’s mounds, and the stud let out a sigh. It was the most gentle touch that was filled with so much unspoken promise. Grayson pried Aiden’s glorious cheeks apart and feasted his eyes upon Aiden’s treasure. That tight, beautiful pink hole was finally revealed to the world around. It looked perfect. It was truly a vision.
Grayson inhaled Aiden’s powerful scent. Aiden had pushed his growing dick down toward Grayson. He could see everything Aiden had to offer another soul. His beautiful hole, smooth balls, and his thick cut penis were all on display. That thick dick was a shade or two darker than his pale skin. It was an unintentional sexy ass contrast. Aiden’s cock twitched and began to throb as Grayson gently blew his warm breath on those exposed man parts. The cowboy’s entire body was a breathtaking piece of work, and Grayson appreciated it.
Aiden looked back over his shoulder and asked, “What are you doing, Storm?”
‘Touching you,” he answered in the most simple yet alluring way.
Grayson swiped his tongue across the tight ring, and Aiden shivered. That initial taste left him wanting more and more. Grayson buried his face entirely in Aiden’s open booty. He worked his tongue across Aiden’s hole, sucking and munching on his ass like it was the most sought after thing he’d ever had. Aiden let out the most sensual, stifled moans.
Grayson pushed his tongue against his rosebud over and over. Each time he pushed against Aiden’s hole, he could feel it slowly giving way. His tongue probed the outer ring of Aiden until it finally breached his tender insides. Aiden let out a loud moan when the tongue finally slid an inch or two inside his warm hole. Grayson pulled back and admired Aiden’s dripping, wet, and puffy pink hole.
“Damn,” Aiden moaned. “You’re so good at that.”
Grayson chuckled for a split second. He licked his lips and could taste Aiden on them. His grey eyes turned a shade darker. It was as if he had tasted a small piece of serenity, and he wanted more of it. He buried his face back in Aiden’s valley.
“I could eat you forever,” he said between licks.
He pushed his tongue back inside that hot, tight hole. He slowly began to withdraw and push it back in. His tongue darted in and out of Aiden’s sweet-tasting hole. The feeling grew intense for Aiden. He could feel his pulse pounding and ringing in his ears. Grayson was doing things to him he had never felt before. He tried to move away, but Grayson grabbed hold of him and pulled him back close. His cheeks were suddenly like walls around Grayson’s face. The ebony stud was stuck in between. Aiden’s moans changed from stifled cries to full-on cries of pleasure.
Grayson lifted him to his knees and gave his cheeks a nice slap that made them shake. He dived back inside his crack. His mouth was wedged perfectly in between Aiden’s secret place. Grayson took hold of Aiden’s impressively thick cock and began to twist and turn it. He stroked that cock counterclockwise. He could feel the blood pumping in Aiden’s dick. Each pump released not just pleasure but peace through Aiden’s soul. His precum leaked all over Grayson’s hand and wrist. His cries were so sensual, erotic, and beautiful.
“Oh my God,” he cried out as his body withered with feelings he had never dared to feel before. “Storm? What the fuck are you doing to me?”
Grayson didn’t answer him. Instead, he slid right underneath him. The gorgeous pink mushroom head of Aiden’s penis was glistened with precum. Grayson opened his mouth and then closed his lips around the head of Aiden’s cock. He focused all his efforts on the tasty head of that sensational penis. He sucked on it and rolled his tongue around it. Aiden’s dick lunched like a gun and released a volley of precum down Grayson’s throat. The taste was out of this world.
Grayson pulled off the cock and flipped Aiden onto his back. Aiden looked at him with the most calming blue eyes. There was no rain in them. There was a stillness that stole parts of Grayson. He lifted Aiden’s legs, exposing his tightness once again. That wet hole winked at him. It was begging for more action. Grayson resumed his tongue-lashing on that perfect manhole. Aiden arched his body and ran his strong hand through Grayson’s wet curls. Grayson ran his tongue across Aiden’s swollen balls. He sucked on them one by one. Rolling his tongue across them.
Aiden moaned out, “Holy shit! What the fuck?”
Grayson’s tongue ventured back to his incredible ass. His tongue quickly darted in and out of Aiden’s hole for what felt like an eternity. He took hold of Aiden’s cock and then took the entire thing into his mouth. It was a staggering eight and a half inches of white, thick, solid meat. Grayson smiled and then rolled his tongue around that velvet skin as his jaws formed an intense, tight suction.
Aiden cried, “Grayson!”
Aiden’s cries of pleasure excited Grayson. They made him double his efforts and put in more work. The way Aiden moaned sounded sexy and passionate. Grayson’s fingers grazed Aiden’s ball sack. His legs began to tremble as Grayson moved his index finger. He moved it across that thick skin that connects the balls and anus. That soft touch nearly gave Aiden a stroke. He started to scream Grayson’s name over and over again.
“Storm. Storm. Oh shit! GRAYSON!” His voice was deep, panicked, and amused.
“You wanted to be in my storm,” Grayson began. “Experience my vortex like a man.”
Grayson extended his tongue out and flicked it across the head of Aiden’s cock. Aiden threw his head back and let out a loud moan. Grayson took that beautiful cock back into his mouth and began to move his head up and down and round and round.
You could hear the suction and slobbering of Aiden’s cock as he took it down his throat. Aiden started to work his hips, slowly fucking his throat and then increasing his pace. He used his hands to play with his nipples, making them erect. His dick grew thicker in Grayson’s mouth. It started to hit the back of Grayson’s throat. It was ramming into the walls of his throat. Grayson continued to service it like a storm, claiming everything in its path.
“Fuck! You’re gonna make me cum,” he mumbled. “I’m gonna cum!”
Those were some of Grayson’s favorite words to hear. He wanted him to cum like rain on a hot summer day. He wanted to drink every drop of Aiden. He craved it like a strong cup of coffee first thing in the morning. He worked that dick harder and faster. Aiden’s entire body tensed up. Grayson kept sucking and pulling everything from the man. He didn’t leave one part of Aiden untouched. Aiden was completely unwrapped and devoured. Grayson wrapped his hand around the shaft and stroked it as he sucked him off. Aiden’s mouth hung open, unable to make any sounds.
He spread his legs further apart. Grayson inhaled him and then deep-throated him. He took every inch of Aiden’s dick down his throat. The stud let out a loud cry of pleasure. His body started to shake and twitch. He was right where Grayson wanted him. He slid his finger along Aiden’s taint and then brushed it across his tight hole. Slowly, he pressed his finger against Aiden’s tight ass. Aiden pushed back against Grayson’s finger, and it popped inside of him. The muscles in his hot bum tightened around Grayson’s digit.
Aiden’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he let out a deep growl. Grayson pushed deeper and then curved his finger. He felt Aiden’s prostate. He slowly pushed against it, and Aiden let out a string of profanities. Every muscle in his body went rigid and then relaxed. His cock exploded in Grayson’s mouth, sending an ocean of hot cum rushing down his throat. He swallowed it all as quickly as possible, savoring every delicious drop. Grayson pushed harder against Aiden’s magical button. His body spasmed, and more of his semen was released from his balls and down Grayson’s throat over and over. It felt like it would never end.
“Holy shit,” Aiden exclaimed! He was both amazed and spent.
Grayson pulled off his cock. He licked my lips, appreciating Aiden’s rich taste and flavor. Aiden’s chest heaved as he tried to will himself to calm down. No one had ever taken such good care of him like that before. He was absolutely sure no one else ever would be able to.
Aiden rested on his elbows and said, “I wanna make you fucking cum so hard.”
“You already did,” Grayson said as he stood up.
Grayson stood up and Aiden’s eyes fell to his chocolate cock. His cock was pulsing and filled with blood. The thick shaft was covered in clear fluids. Cum dangled from the slit of his pink engorged head. The stud had already cum during some point. Aiden found it hot and it made his cock twitch.
Grayson turned and walked away. His beautiful backside bounced as he walked. Aiden wanted nothing more than to spread those chocolate cheeks and bury himself deep inside the man. Grayson dived back into the water, making a splash both literally and figuratively in the stillness of the water.
TO BE CONTINUED
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