Brace for Impact
Words can be such a powerful thing. Words are a weapon that truly wields unfathomable power. They make and break people. A simple yes or a stern no has the power to alter lives. Brace for impact…three words that can send a chill down someone’s spine. It’s urgent. It’s immediate. There’s no time left. No time to think. You just have to act. That’s the power of words at work.
The aftermath felt incredible. Aiden and Grayson lay side by side, completely content and happy. They were happy with what had just transpired between them. The sky suddenly opened, and rain fell on them. It gave no warning, but it washed them clean of their sexual escapade. They turned and looked at one another. A smile slowly spread across Grayson’s face.
“Did I put a smile on your face?” Aiden asked him with pride.
Grayson rolled his eyes. Aiden laughed, and his eyes flickered from Grayson to the sky. That was when he saw it. It struck fear in his heart. He knew the immediate danger they were in. Panic raced through him despite knowing he needed to be calm, but fast. The wall cloud was hovering right above them. It hovered over them like an ominous ceiling, just a few thousand feet above them. The base churned, low, and dark. Its edges began to curve like a tightening muscle. Aiden knew they had two options. Move fast and pray or brace for impact!
“Shit,” Aiden whispered, as he quickly stood up. “Grayson, we need to move. NOW!”
Grayson looked up. His body froze. He was frozen by the sheer size of it. His pupils were wide, and his chest rose with shallow breaths. He was right back there again! It felt like a strong case of PTSD. “It’s here. It’s right over us. It came back,” he said!
The mesocyclone descended with astonishing speed. The cloud base rotated methodically. It was like the sky was deciding where to drop its fury. The structure pulsed with power. It swirled slowly and hypnotically. Aiden could see the vertical motion at the center. A tendril had formed. It was tight and lowering.
“GRAYSON!” Aiden leaped down from the truck naked and reached for him. “We’ve got maybe seconds before it drops. Look at me!”
Grayson’s eyes were fixed on the sky. “It takes from us.”
Aiden shouted with fear, “And it’s going to kill us if we don’t go!”
“Braylon,” he mumbled at first. “Braylon! Braylon! Give him back,” Grayson screamed at the forming twister. “BRAYLON! I’m here!”
Aiden saw the pain, regret, and delusion in Grayson’s eyes. The funnel began to spiral down. It was thin like a wisp of smoke. It began to grow thicker and darker. The sound of a freight train began to build beneath it. It came to life. It was ready to serve its purpose. Aiden yanked Grayson up by his wrist. He quickly tossed him in the truck. The wind exploded in gusts as it tossed the prairie grass and gravel like confetti. The radio crackled to life with an emergency tone, then a flat voice: “Tornado warning issued for Osage and Pawnee Counties. Touchdown imminent.”
“It’s right there,” Grayson screamed. “I have to get him!”
Aiden shouted, “No! That’s the heart of it. The most dangerous and misunderstood part of a storm. We fucking run now!”
Aiden took off with seconds to spare. The twister touched down behind them. It had fully formed. It was thick, dark, and roaring like the earth had opened up. Aiden drove with white-knuckled focus. His eyes flicked back and forth between the rearview mirror and the narrow county road streaked with mud and debris.
The twister was close to them. The wind was screaming at them. The windows rattled, and the metal groaned like it might give way. They were both scared shitless. They had taunted the beast for its beauty, and now it had come to collect.
Grayson blurted out, “It’s coming for me, Aiden. It wants to finish the job. Let me out and save yourself.”
“No! I’m not fucking loosing you. I just got you! We’re getting out of this alive. Together!”
“Aiden, it’s too close,” Grayson shouted. His voice was sharp and panicked.
The road unspooled ahead in a blur of mud and gravel. The tornado tightened into a thick rope. It was filled with shards of debris. It was closing in on them. In the truck, the cab rattled like a soda can. The radio hissed with static before cutting out completely. The side-view mirror snapped off like a twig.
CRACK!
A tree branch the size of a man’s arm slammed into the side of a truck. It spidered the passenger window.
“Shit,” Aiden yelled as he tried to keep focus on the road.
BOOM!
The rearview window exploded inward, and shards of tempered glass flew across the cab like sharp confetti. Grayson yelped, turned, and shielded his face with his arms.
CRASH!
The passenger side window imploded next. It sprayed Grayson with tiny cuts. The force of the wind burst into the cab with brute force. Papers flew, loose gravel tore across the dash, and the truck swerved violently. The air pressure shifted as if it were trying to suck the breath right out of them. The icy and relentless rain lashed at them. The sound of the twister was louder and deafening. It was just yards behind them. It was coming!
“Our Father who art in heaven,” Grayson began to pray.
Aiden grabbed hold of his hand and continued with, “Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.”
They both prayed, “Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.”
The tornado let out a loud cry deep from its pits. The sound was jarring, terrifying, and soul-stopping. It bore down like a dancing and grinding monster. Aiden saw a dip in the land. He jerked the wheel, and the truck went into a low ditch. The twister surged past the road behind them, and then it was gone from them. It roared on in the other direction like a predator that had decided not to kill its prey. TODAY!
“Are you okay?” Aiden asked. “You were all I could think about the entire time.”
For a second, Grayson sat there. He didn’t move or flinch. The wind continued to blow into the windowless truck. Finally, Grayson jumped out of the truck. He stared off at the twister in the distance. He began to run in the direction of the monster.
“Grayson?” Aiden called out as he jumped out of the truck!
“YOU FUCKING COWARD!!! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!” He yelled at it with rage and sorrow.
“Grayson!” Aiden ran behind him.
He grabbed hold of him. Grayson struggled to break free, but Aiden wouldn’t let go of him. He held him tight. He wanted him to know he was still there. Nothing was going to change that.
Grayson cried, “No! No! Give him back. Give him back. Braylon! Braylon!”
“It’s okay,” Aiden tried to comfort him. “I got you. I promise! I’m not going anywhere. It’s okay, Grayson. It’s okay.”
It was not okay! He was not ok! Nothing was okay!
Aiden helped get Grayson back to the truck. They sat there in the open field for hours. The emotional weight and severity of their encounter deserved a moment of silence. They deserved a moment to take it all in and breathe. Aiden finally started the truck back up.
“God, I hope you have really good auto insurance on this truck,” Grayson said as a comedic way to break the tension.
It worked because both men started laughing. The laughter lasted a few seconds. The second Aiden stopped laughing, tears fell from his eyes.
“When I was eight years old. A tornado skipped every house in my town. Then it decided my home didn’t look right, or maybe it looked too perfect. It came in the dark of night, and it took everything. It took my parents. We never stood a chance. That’s why I became a storm chaser. I thought if I understood the thing that killed them, I would make peace with it.”
“Did you…make peace with it?” Grayson asked. His voice was barely above a whisper. He was somewhat afraid of the answer he might receive.
“For a long time, I thought I did. Then today I realized, as I almost lost you, that it isn’t the twister I had to make peace with. It’s doing its job. I have to make peace with death.”
Grayson sighed and responded with, “Some things in life we just never make peace with. Some shit we carry forever. There is beauty in the beast, but it’s a beast first and foremost. I am sorry for your loss, Aiden.”
Aiden started the engine, and he drove off. For a long time, they were quiet. The truck was quiet as the crisp air flowed through the blown-out windows. The radio kicked back in just as “Brothers In Arms” by Dire Straits played. Aiden reached over and took hold of Grayson’s hand.
After what felt like an eternity, they found a motel. Aiden got one room for the night. Lucky for them the luggage had by some miracle not been sucked out of the car. They were able to slip some clothes on before checking in. Somewhere along the ride, Grayson slipped into a state of shock.
Once they were in the room. Aiden ran a warm shower for them both. He wanted to help ease whatever pain the man was in. They both stripped out of their clothes, and Aiden helped Grayson into the shower. The warm water felt good on their skin. It washed away all the dirt and debris. Aiden took a rag and began to wash Grayson’s back.
As Aiden washed him, the energy shifted. He placed a kiss on the nape of Grayson’s neck. Aiden traced his fingers along the man’s spine. It sent a sensation of warmth to Grayson. Aiden slowly pressed himself against that soft backside. Grayson welcomed the comfort of being held and touched. He lightly pressed back harder against Aiden’s cock.
Aiden grind against Grayson’s backside. His cock was nestled deep in the wedge of his ass. Those soft, pillowy ass cheeks felt like home to him. His hand moved down the front of Grayson’s gorgeous body. His hand moved over those abs and through the pubes and onto Grayson’s rock hard cock. He wrapped his hand around it. The man moaned and pushed back against him. He tossed his head back, and Aiden slid his tongue into his mouth. The shower water coated them in a protective shield or bubble. Aiden’s dick throbbed and spewed precum all over Grayson’s backside.
They broke away from the kiss, and Aiden spun Grayson around. He pushed him toward the tile. Grayson planted his hands on the wall. He pushed his ass out. Aiden kissed him down his back. He kissed each ass cheek. He sucked on them and then he moved to his knees. He spread Grayson's meaty cheeks. The one-eyed monster winked at him. He ran his thick tongue over the pucker. He licked it and then sucked right on.
“Oooh…shit,” Grayson moaned.
Aiden buried his face deeper inside of him. He licked and sucked that ring and then he pushed his tongue inside of his ass. He darted it in and out of him. He feasted on it, making Grayson feel nothing but pleasure and joy. His tongue moved around inside of the man. He slurped on Grayson’s ring. He could have drowned in the sea of ass presented to him.
Grayson turned around and dropped to his knees. The water from the shower cascaded down his face. He looked up at Aiden with those stormy gray eyes. Aiden looked at him with his rainy blue eyes. They felt that strong pull of the earth between them. Grayson opened his mouth and swallowed Aiden’s cock.
“Yes,” Aiden moaned as he threw his head back.
Grayson ran his hands over Aiden’s abs and chest as he sucked his cock. His lips slid up and down that pole around that velvet flesh. He could taste the salt of Aiden’s skin and the sweetness of his precum. He slurped on it. His head moved back and forth. He gently tugged on Aiden’s heavy nut sack. His tongue swiped back and forth across Aiden’s slit. He lapped at his juices. Aiden’s hip steadily rocked back and forth. Aiden fucked his throat graciously.
Grayson stood up and turned back around. He planted his hands on the wall again. Aiden lined his perfect cock with Grayson hole and he breached his walls. His dick slid inside of him with a certain smoothness you could only get from a cowboy. He wrapped his hand around Grayson’s waist and held him tight as he fucked into him. His dick moved in and out him with ease. He clapped those perfect ass cheeks.
Grayson’s cheeks clapped, and his body rocked back and forth. His dick was hard and swinging between his legs. He held his arms up, and Aiden attacked his neck. He marked him for the world to see. He fucked him for his own pleasure.
Aiden sat on the edge of the tub. Grayson faced him, straddled him, and wrapped his arms around his neck. He eased his throbbing wet hole down onto the massive fuck stick. It slid back inside of him. Their lips met again. Grayson bounced up and down on Aiden’s cock. His ass cheeks clenched and flexed with each bounce. Aiden ran his hands down the man’s back, giving them both chills under the warmth of the steam.
Aiden wrapped his hand around Grayson’s cock. He stroked him as he plowed into him. Aiden fucked up into him. He wanted him to feel everything he had to offer. He fucked him hard and fast. Every so often he slowed down to remind Grayson and his sweet pussy that he was worthy, wanted, needed, and valuable. The pressure was deep and intense for the both of them.
Aiden instructed him to bend over. Grayson followed his order. He bent over and Aiden’s cock popped back inside of him. He pounded into Grayson’s backside harder and faster. Those cheeks bounced all over the small, confined tub. Aiden didn’t care. He wanted every part of the man. He was not going to be content until he had fucked and loved every part of his storm.
They fucked harder and faster. Aiden’s dick went deeper. His cock brushed Grayson’s anal walls like a painter brushing his canvas. He stroked him slowly and then fast. He gave him deep strokes. Grayson bounced back on the dick. His anal walls flexed around Aiden’s cock. His body opened up like a flower blooming for the first time. He wanted someone to ease the dark clouds in his life.
His body responded to every touch and every stroke. He let out moans of pleasure and wails of sorrow. It was all done with grace and euphoria. Aiden kissed Grayson’s ear, neck, and back. He ran his hands all over him. He touched every part of his beautiful storm. His cock worked Grayson’s hole like a miracle drug. Grayson’s hole worked Aiden’s cock like salvation in all the right places. They were saving each other from everything that had happened to them.
“Fuck me harder,” Grayson pleaded. “I can take it.”
Aiden nodded his head. He pounded into him harder and harder. He unleashed everything he had ever held onto in his life on that sweet, juicy hole. He wrapped his arms around Grayson’s neck and fucked him without mercy or remorse. Over and over his cock drove in and out him. The sound of wet flesh and wails filled the room. It sounded like someone was knocking at the door. Only it was the sound of their bodies beating into one another. Tears flowed from Grayson’s eyes. His hole queefed and his cock dangled precum.
Aiden sucked on the man’s ebony skin harder. He fucked rougher and claimed him deeper. His hips rotated round and round. His cock twitched inside that warm wet ass. Sweat from their bodies blended with the steam from the shower. Grayson began to stroke his fat cock. The pleasure ripped him apart and his cock fired off rope after rope of hot cum.
He coated the wall with his cum. His hole tightened around Aiden’s cock. It refused to let him go. Aiden slammed deep inside of him. His dick exploded. He flooded Grayson’s insides with his cum. The warmth of Aiden’s seed gave Grayson the encouragement he needed. He exhaled and took in the newness of life!
Grayson took a seat on the bed. Aiden came and sat next to him. He reached over and took hold of Grayson’s hand.
“I have a question. Who’s Braylon?” Aiden asked.
The mention of Braylon’s name sent a rush of panic through Grayson. Aiden quickly noticed that. He squeezed Grayson’s hand as a form of comfort and support.
“He was my little brother. No one has ever asked me about him. Maybe because I’ve tried so hard to hide him,” he answered.
“You don’t have to hide him. You can tell me. I want to know everything. Please let me in. Tell me about Braylon, Storm.”
Grayson sighed as the tears began to run down his face. “Okay. I’ll tell you everything. It was the night my mom found out I was gay!”
Brace for impact because, like the old saying goes, when it rains, it pours!
TO BE CONTINUED
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