The Undertow
(NOAH)
The storm didn’t just build and thrash and churn this time. It exploded.
The world felt like it went from a quiet calm one minute, to the next where it was a shrieking, tilting hell. The Northern Pioneer wasn’t just groaning this time – it seemed to be screaming a high-pitched metal-on-metal shriek that felt like it was tearing the rig apart bolt by bolt. The lights flickered, died, and then the emergency backups kicked in, casting the rec room in a dim, bloody red.
This was different from the last one. This was violent.
I was on my feet, my body tight as if I was in the middle of a competition, every instinct screaming at me to jump, to brace, to find a corner, to hide. The crew had vanished, battened down in their bunks. I was alone in the heaving, red-lit room, my heart trying to claw its way out of my chest.
My heart was fluttering. My stomach was flipping. My body was shaking. I knew what I wanted, what I needed again.
Hank Richardson. His presence. His body next to mine. That big leg resting on my thigh. The warmth and weight of his hand on mine. These past few weeks had been the first silence I felt in my brain when he was around.
I needed him.
I moved swiftly to the door, trying to calm my heaving stomach as I stumbled forward in the glow of the red lights. My eyes were down, trying to watch my feet move in my big black boots, ignoring the dizzy sensation as I gripped the door jam.
Another pair of black boots appeared on the floor in front of me, and I felt the hands grab my shoulders. My eyes lifted in surprise, ready to greet the man with a big smile. But it wasn’t Richardson holding me. It was Mike Sullivan.
Sully.
“Hey there Olympics.” He squeezed my arms, his thumbs digging into my biceps. “Need something? You don’t look so good.”
I looked up at his handsome face, and those blue eyes staring at me. His beard was neat, his smirk sliding upwards. My eyes darted down to the muscular form of his chest in his dark blue shirt. I could see the outline of his nipples, and felt the natural pull of having a man holding me.
“Why don’t you come with me and we can ride out the storm together.” He said quietly, moving his one hand down my elbow to hold me by the forearm as he looked around the corridor to make sure no one was around.
I started shaking. Harder than ever. Frozen in my spot for a moment. My own eyes desperately searching down the corridors for Hank the Tank Richardson to come to my rescue like a shining knight. He had been everywhere I needed him these past few weeks. Where was he now?
Sully turned sideways to walk beside me. I noticed the bulge in his dark blue pants and the smell of him now permeating my nostrils. His breathing was all I heard now as I tried to summon my body to respond.
“Dex thinks you’ve been dodging him. He’s pissed. Good thing I found you first. So why don’t we just keep this between us, huh?” He said quietly, pulling me into him as he led me down the corridor to the closed door ahead leading to our quarters.
He switched hands and moved me to walk in front of him, keeping his left hand around my left forearm as I felt his right hand move around my ass and begin to caress it as he pushed me gently forward. I heard him inhale as we walked, ignoring my shaking. I could already feel my mind drifting away.
“Fuck boy. I’ve been jerking off for days thinking about fucking this hot ass at last.” He squeezed my ass, making me clench and jolt forward a bit in reaction. But he still had my arm. And the door was closer. “Now it’s all mine.”
Then the door hissed open and there he was, filling the doorway. Backlit by the emergency lights in the hall, he was just a massive, solid silhouette against the chaos. Hank the Tank. My knight. As if he knew to come find me. Like he answered my call. And for a moment, I felt the rush of something deeper because I was so glad he was here. For me.
His eyes found me instantly as Sully suddenly stopped and released my arm, standing just behind me like a statue. Hank frowned for a moment at the scene, which must have been somewhat concerning as I felt my body shivering, hearing my own panting. He didn’t speak. He just strode across the bucking floor, as steady as if he were walking on solid ground, and stopped in front of me.
“You okay?” he asked, his eyes darting from Sully to me.
“He was looking a little rough.” Sully suddenly said behind me. “I was helping him back to his quarters.”
“I got it from here Sully.” His voice not a shout, but a low, resonant command that cut through the bedlam of the storm and steadied me immediately.
He didn’t wait for an answer. His hand—the one that had covered mine the last time, holding mine in place during the last storm, the one I’d brushed with my pinky not that long ago—closed around my bicep. His grip was firm, like Sully’s, but gentle, and I let him pull me from the corridor, past Sully in the opposite direction from the door he just came from, leaving Sully standing alone in the hallway.
My body was no longer shaking with his hand around me, as if he was my anchor in the madness of the storm yet again. The threat of Sully now gone, I could hear my breath coming out in pants.
He didn’t lead me to the bunks which disappointed me to be honest. He pulled me into a narrow service hallway, a dead end used for storage, where the sounds of the storm were reduced to a roaring, shuddering noise. It was dark, the red light from the main corridor barely reaching us. We were alone, trapped in a pocket of relative quiet, the storm a distant monster pounding on the steel walls. I was caught in it, feeling myself being pulled under by it all. The storm. Sully. Dex. Hank. All at once.
I was pressed against the cold metal, breathing in ragged gasps. He was a wall of heat in front of me, one hand still on my arm, the other braced against the wall by my head, caging me in. Protecting me.
“Breathe, Noah,” he rumbled, his voice so close I felt it in my bones. “Just breathe. Just like last time. It’s quieter here. So just, breathe with me, Noah.”
He rarely calls me that. My first name. Noah. Not since that first time, with his leg pushing against mine, his mitt holding my hand.
I looked up, my eyes meeting his in the near-darkness. The storm was still wild outside, and in his I saw a similar storm in his grey eyes – the fear, his duty, and a desperate want that I recognized.
But my breath was ragged. Too rushed. I wasn’t sure if it was just the storm this time or the constant threats I felt with Dex and Sully. My body started shaking again, but this time for an entirely different reason.
“Hmm…Hmm hmm hmm hmm…Hmm hmm hmm hmm…Hmm hmm hmm…hmm…hmm.” He started humming, and I knew the tune immediately. He was humming my song.
“I can’t…” I gasped, trying to breathe, trying to find the tune to hum that I knew so well, my body betraying me as he gripped my shoulders. “I can’t….”
His eyes steadied, and he squinted at me with a kind smile. The lines around his eyes deepened as his thumb began to soothe my arm in circles. “Some…times in our lives…we all have pain…we all have sorrow.”
My body was shaking uncontrollably now. I wasn’t sure why. If it really was the storm, or the relief of escaping Sully. Or if it was the solid man in front of me, humming my tune, holding me by the arms again. “I’m scared.” I blurted out, unable to breathe calmly, unable to stop myself, letting all my vulnerability out in a release of air.
His grip on my arm tightened almost imperceptibly. “It’s okay. It’ll pass. Just hum. You’ll be fine.”
“It’s not the storm I’m scared of Hank.” I moved into him a bit closer, breathing in the smell of him which made me shake a bit more.
He was silent, his chest heaving. The rig gave a violent lurch, and I stumbled forward, my hands coming up to brace against his chest as he put one hand on the wall behind me to steady us both. The heat of his skin through his coveralls was an electric shock that made me hug him tightly. I didn’t pull away.
Neither did he.
I looked up at him, his face now lowered down towards me, looking back at me as I held my arms around his wide back. “I’m scared…” I whispered, my face inches from his. “But I’m not scared of you.”
I felt his body shatter against me. A raw, guttural sound escaped him. The hand on the wall moved, cupping the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. His other arm wrapped around my back, pulling me tighter against him, erasing the last inch of space, in the tightest warmest hug I’d ever had. And I felt him, not his powerful body, but his crotch, and the hardness within the material, pressed against my side.
“I’m here,” he breathed, the words a ragged confession against my hair. “God, Noah. I’m not scared of you either. I’ve been trying to control myself. But I’m here.”
I pulled my face out of his hard chest and looked up at him, his face inches from mine, and I felt my body still. And then his mouth was on mine as he bent to me in a rough, hungry, desperate kiss, like he was releasing a storm of his own. A pouring out of weeks of tension, of stolen glances and silent yearning. His lips were rough, demanding, and I met him with everything I had, my hands fisting in the fabric of his coveralls, holding on to him as the world pounded around us. He tasted of coffee and hunger and it felt like I was coming home again. So much that I crawled up his massive body, my feet off the floor and wrapped my legs around him as I clung to his neck for a better angle. His hands wrapped around me, holding me in place.
When we finally broke apart, gasping for air, the storm was still raging. But we were still standing there. Well, he was standing there with me in his arms. And I wasn’t scared any more.
He rested his forehead against mine, his breath hot on my skin. His thumb stroked my cheek, a gesture so tender it made my chest ache.
“My quarters,” he said, his voice a wrecked, husky whisper.
He didn’t ask. He didn’t have to.
I just nodded before he set me down on the floor and led me, with a gentle hand on my lower back, moving me unsteadily, down the heaving corridor, away from the storm.
We didn’t pass a soul. Sully had disappeared. Everyone else had already hunkered down in their own rooms as I felt the shift of the Northern Pioneer. He moved around me, brushing by me with his body which sent an electric shock through me. I followed his broad back, the shape of his round ass to his quarters, to his slighter larger than mine bunk, and hurried inside as he checked once both ways to see if anyone noticed.
There was a moment of silence as we stared at each other, alone in his cabin. I could see his chest rising and falling just like mine was. The sound of the storm didn’t seem to bother me in here as we faced each other. All I saw was Hank’s eyes, staring at me, his lips slightly parted, as if he couldn’t believe I was standing here with him either. At last.
This was what I needed. This is what I WANTED.
In the cramped space, he moved towards me suddenly, his big hands moving to peel my clothes from me, starting with my shirt and then fumbled for my jeans. I assisted, kicking off my boots and shoving my pants down, standing there in my underwear and wool socks as he sat down on the bed to remove his own top.
I couldn’t wait to touch him, that body that I bumped into in the shower, to feel those giant hairy pecs, so massively powerful that I let out a groan as my hands connected to them and our mouths met again in another hungry kiss as he sat there on his bed.
He pushed me off and stood up though, shucking his pants, the sound of his belt a remnant shattering the silence in the room as I took a few steps backwards to stare, breathlessly at him.
I pulled off a sock from each foot as he did the same, mirroring each other, until we were standing, inches apart, in our underwear, concealing our erections barely as we panted heavily at each other.
My eyes drifted down to his body standing there before me. He was built, strong, manly, his upper body heaving in panted breaths as he stared at my smooth, smaller frame. He had on a pair of white boxer briefs that barely contained his dick. It was like a fucking pole, the tip almost poking out at the waistband.
Without a word I attacked him, jumping up into his body, smashing my mouth on his in a release of all the nights I’ve laid in bed jerking my own dick to the thought of him, now finally kissing him without fear or hesitation.
He growled like the beast I pictured him to be as we made out, his arms wrapped around me like they were in the small space just moments before. But this time I could feel his cock underneath me, begging to be freed from the constraints of his underwear as he held me in his arms.
“Noah,” he whispered between kisses, spinning me around to lay me down on the bunk, “I have been dreaming about this for weeks.”
“Me too.” I breathed out, feeling my body releasing all this pent-up frustration.
Laying me flat he covered me with his body and made his way down my sculpted torso with his thick lips, kissing every inch of me along the way as I lifted my arms and splayed myself on his tiny bed in ecstasy. He peeled my underwear from me, leaving me naked and exposed, his hot breath suddenly on my throbbing tool, With the carefulness of a man half his size, he gingerly took my rod in his hands and I was overcome with the warmth and wetness of his mouth as he took me down his throat. Slurping sounds filled the room as his hands continued to feel and touch my entire body.
I moaned as the rig shifted in the storm, or was it Hank causing the stir in my head at his skills. My head moved from side to side as I enjoyed the sensation of a man’s mouth on me again, but I was here, at last, in the silence and privacy of his room. I relaxed into it, listening to the sounds he was making as he began to suck me so sensually it drove me wild. I thrashed on his bed, lifting my head up to my chest to stare at him, seeing those grey eyes open and staring up at me with his mouthful of my cock.
And I needed to taste this mountain of a man at last just as bad. I wanted my own turn.
I maneuvered my way under him like the quick gymnast I used to be, surprising him before he had the chance to react. With a gentle hint, he took my lead and stripped himself of his own underwear, unfurling a thick cock that matched his body. Hung, thick, cut. Meaty. Heavy. And hard.
“Fuck.” I murmured as he rolled around me and sat back on the bed, his scruffy face giving me a grin of pride.
I went down on him like a hungry baby searching for mother’s milk. But this was no mother: this was MAN, one big hunky beefy man who looked at me with such passion I couldn’t believe what was happening.
I tried to take my time, savouring the taste of him, the feel of him. I wanted to memorize every vein, every inch of skin. I stopped for a moment to see that my fingers barely made it around his shaft, the perfect colour of it, the shape of the head of his cut cock, before I devoured it again listening to the soft moans coming from him.
Before I could control myself I was climbing that mountain, kissing those thick lips again, and reaching around behind me, guiding him into me.
I saw the hesitation, the moment when he tried to pull away and we stopped.
“I don’t have any…” he mumbled, moving to sit up straighter.
I shook my head, pushing him back down, applying some saliva to my fingers as I worked it around my hole still sitting over him.
“I’m negative. And haven’t….been with anyone…” I added more spit, grabbing his thick shaft behind me, working my hand around his dick, watching him lay there with his eyes wide open in slight hesitation.
“I’ve never done it without one.” He said shyly, his hands on my waist lightly, his cock seeming to grow thicker in my hand at the very thought of what I wanted to do.
I moved myself over him, pointing him upwards, feeling the width of the head of his dick now pressing against my opening. I couldn’t help but smile, knowing I’d be the first one he entered raw. “Then I’m all yours.” I leaned over him as I felt him at my entrance, and kissed him, open mouthed, deep, feeling him relax as he tentatively pushed himself upwards, trying to spread me open, giving in to the idea, and digging in to feel the warmth of me.
With some more spit, and some slow movements, I felt myself opening up. And with a deliberate movement, I clutched his pecs, digging my fingers so hard into his flesh I practically screamed out in pleasure as he speared himself into me, stretching me wider than I have ever experienced. I took him like a champ, watching his eyes watch me, seeing the concern on his face when I made a sound, wondering if it was pain or pleasure.
“Am I hurting you?” He whispered, moving his hands over me so gently I tingled at just his touch.
When I shook my head through gritted teeth trying to adjust, he relaxed, which made me breathe out as well, and felt him throbbing within my walls, waiting patiently for me to take over.
When I did, slowly, his fingers gripped my waist and his eyes almost closed at the feeling, before they opened wider and he smiled up at me. He moved gracefully, carefully, turning me sideways, snaking those giant arms around me to hold my smaller frame easily. I was bent in half, pulled against him, driving himself deeper into me in a satisfying groan from us both. Turning himself onto me, I lay under him, feeling the weight and the power of him as he took me, owning me, fucking me suddenly quickly, his own face not hiding his own surprise.
He felt incredible, like he was meant for me. I stared back up at him, our eyes locked, my mind lost in the moment of finally having this man over me and drilling himself into me. I watched him carefully, moaning with each deep thrust, my fingers digging into his bare skin as I felt him rising to his climax already.
“Oh my God!” He moaned out, and started to shake, thrusting into me sporadically until he was done, convulsing silently above me and unloading himself into me as I held him tightly. Without hesitation, as soon as he was done, his hand grabbed my own impressive tool and started to stroke me. I gasped, feeling his cock still thick within me push into me deeper, and I stared back at his eyes. With a breath he easily brought me to my own climax while he still throbbed and dribbled out inside my ass, my voice panting out “Hank” as I came all over myself, under him, clenching myself around him.
He finished me off with a kiss, sliding out slowly, then sliding his large body under me, bringing me to lay on top, his cum dripping out of my hole, my own becoming a sticky mess between us. I rested my head against his pillows of flesh, nestling my nose in between those pecs.
“I’m sorry. I meant to last longer. But that felt…incredible. I couldn’t stop myself.” He said quietly above me as he played with my hair on my head. “Next time I’ll go much, much slower.” He kissed the top of my head and I smiled. “I promise.”
I was already thinking about the next time already as I closed my eyes and nestled into my very own mountain. Large. Solid. Warm.
I fell asleep on top of the mountain, conquered at last. The storm was still raging outside. But I was here, with Hank the Tank Richardson. Naked. In his arms. In his bed.
Safe.
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