Here's the ninth chapter in the series about 24-year-old Grady's relationship with Tyler, a 19-year-old former hustler. Last time, the guys decided on San Diego as the place to start a new life together. Grady started looking for a job there but found it impossible to make any progress from 1500 miles away, and had an emotional meltdown at the thought that he was letting Tyler down. Ty smoothed things over by telling him there was no rush, they'd get there when they could, and nothing mattered except that they were together.
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It was July, the middle of the Houston summer. Heat and humidity day and night. The time of year when you start to sweat as soon as you step out of the shower, and you drive to work with your air conditioning going full blast at six in the morning. Cloudbursts can happen at any moment on any day because the atmosphere just can't hold so much water without spilling a little. Nothing ever gets completely dry, and everything smells like mildew.
Summer in Houston is like returning to the womb... it's ninety-eight degrees and wet.
This was just one more reason we wanted to get to California as soon as we could, but the job search was still going nowhere. In the meantime, there was something else I needed to do, and I wanted to get it right.
Tyler's birthday was coming on Sunday. It would be his twentieth. The third anniversary of when he came out as gay, and three years minus a day since his parents had tossed him into the street.
I really wanted to make it special for him. It'd been a long time since he'd had a good one. I figured on taking him out to dinner somewhere nice, and I scored a pair of tickets to a concert later in the evening. I needed to find a great gift for him too, but couldn't think of anything off the top of my head. Well, I still had a few days left. I could surely come up with something.
But as the week went on, things took an unexpected turn. The wind came up and dark clouds appeared on the horizon. A tropical storm was taking shape, one of those nasty ass barnburners spawned in the Gulf that pick up steam in a hurry and can change direction on a moment's notice.
The Texas Gulf Coast gets its share of hurricanes, and Houston deals with at least the threat of one nearly every year. People here are used to it, as much as you can get used to something like that. They listen to the weather reports, keep an eye on the tracking charts online. They stock up on all the emergency stuff that people in hurricane zones are supposed to know about stocking up on.
By Thursday the storm had reached Category One. It was named Eva now, and it was definitely heading west. They were saying landfall could be anywhere from Corpus Christi to Port Arthur. That meant at the very least we were in for some rough weather.
"You were in town for Bryce two years ago, right?" Tyler asked me.
I nodded. "Uh huh. I was brand new in town, didn't know what was going on. Luckily it only grazed us. A rainy day, a little wind, that was it. How was it for you?"
"Wet. I was hunkered down under an overpass but the rain was blowing sideways, got me pretty good. It was in the nineties but with the wind it felt chilly as fuck. Next morning when the gym opened up, I musta stayed in the shower a solid hour. Went to the laundromat from there and toasted my clothes till they were bone dry."
I couldn't help smiling at the visual. "Let's hope it's a little easier on you this time."
"No doubt."
On Friday morning the radio stations announced stores were running out of essentials. People were buying up bottled water, candles, flashlight batteries, duct tape. Canned goods. First aid supplies. Carloads of toilet paper, for some reason I couldn't make out. Eva had reached Category Two, and she was still heading right for us.
I went out on my lunch hour to shop for supplies. At the convenience store near the office I found a lot of empty shelves. A mile down the road, same story, and at a third place the same again. But I managed to pick up an item or two from my list at each one. At that rate, I'd have to make a whole lot more trips before we were hurricane ready.
We decided to go out to dinner that night, just in case it was our last chance for a while. It looked like everybody else in town had the same idea. We had to wait quite a bit for a table, but that was okay, no rush. We had plenty of time to eat a damn good meal, and then rush home to dive into bed together and have a nice long romp. We fell asleep in each other's arms and slept like logs.
Saturday, things were getting serious.
We hit the gym in the morning and spent the rest of the day running around picking up whatever was left on our list. The sky looked weird; the air felt different somehow. Maybe it was our imagination, but if so, it was everybody else's imagination too. Everywhere we went, people looked harried, distraught. By evening we were beat. Eva was up to Category Three and bearing down on us. Exactly where and when it would make landfall was still up in the air, but there wasn't a scenario where we wouldn't get hit hard.
I threw a couple steaks on the grill and cracked open some beers. Tyler made a big salad and corn on the cob and roasted potatoes. If our asses were gonna get hurricaned, we were sure gonna have a hell of a feast before it happened.
"We got lots of candles, right?" Tyler asked me.
"Yeah, plenty. More than we'll ever need."
He gave me an eager look. "So, maybe we can light up a couple tonight?"
"Uhh, I dunno. We shouldn't be using up our emergency supplies before the emergency gets here."
"Come on, please? I've never had dinner by candlelight before."
Well, it was almost his birthday. I couldn't very well say no.
When our dinner was ready we lit up a pair of candles and turned off almost all the other lights. Somehow it made the food taste twice as good. It was romantic as hell gazing across the table seeing the candlelight reflected in Tyler's eyes, and the fact that outside a massive storm was brewing that could wipe us off the map only made it feel all the more special. I wished I'd thought to pick up a bottle of wine to cap off the scene but a sixpack of Saint Arnolds Pilsner would have to do.
We took our time eating, enjoying every bite and enjoying just sitting there watching each other eat. I don't even remember us talking much. It seemed important to take things slow and share the evening moment by moment, smiling for each other, reaching across the table to hold hands. The way he looked at me told me everything; there was no more that needed to be said.
By the time we finished, the wind was blustering on the front windows. We could hear the glass panes creaking in their frames.
"Ready for dessert?" Tyler asked me.
My eyes lit up. "Yeah!"
Ty jumped up out of his chair, scurried to the kitchen and brought back a carton of ice cream. He must've sneaked it by me at the supermarket.
"Oh," I said. "I thought you meant something else..."
He giggled. "That too. After the ice cream."
By the end of it we were gorged with food, enough calories to last us a week; surely enough to get us through a natural disaster. We cleaned up the table and headed for the couch. I mentioned something about checking the forecast but quickly we both decided not to; we'd already seen too much radar and heard enough about categories. Instead we dialed up Netflix and settled in to watch a movie. Eva would show up by noon tomorrow, that much we knew. Until then we weren't going anywhere, so what was the point of tracking its every move? There was nothing we could do about it but wait.
But waiting wasn't as easy as we thought, even when you're watching a good movie and cuddling with the love of your life. I was tense and jumpy as hell. I could tell Tyler was too, just by the way he felt in my arms. When the raindrops started beating on the windows we froze, and each time the wind kicked up and drove them harder we'd flinch and hold our breath. It was nothing like a hurricane yet, just an average Gulf Coast rainstorm, but with every little change in the weather we were afraid all hell would break loose.
"You comfortable?" Ty asked me, obviously knowing the answer.
"Sorta," I lied. "Why?"
"I need to find a better position."
I let him squirm out of my arms and he sat up on the couch. Before I knew it he was shedding his T-shirt, his shorts, his briefs, then getting to work on mine. In a few moments we were both naked; he was easing me onto my back and lying down the opposite way, his face lined up with my crotch. My cock took notice and sprang to life, and soon he had it stuffed halfway into his mouth.
"How's that?" he asked, when he came up for air. Feel better?"
"Yeah, but... I need you to move your hips in a bit, I can't quite reach."
So we shifted again until Tyler's stiff cock was jutting out right in front of my face, whetting my appetite. I licked it long and slow from the tip all the way to the root and watched how it twitched and jerked. I loved seeing his head swell up until the skin was tight as a balloon. I teased that fat bulb with my tongue, flicking and swabbing it and grazing around the rim. His sharp sudden breaths told me I was hitting it just right. My own cock was fully grown, and got hard as a rock when I saw how excited he was.
He took me deep into his throat. It felt almost too good to bear. In reply I licked his shaft, got it good and wet, and then slid it into my mouth all the way. Tyler was damn thick but I took it easily, not even a hint of gagging, because I wanted to swallow that cock more than anything. I'd 69'd with plenty of guys before I met him but it had always been a letdown; it never felt as good as I'd imagined. With Tyler, everything was different. We were each so focused on satisfying each other that whatever we did was a genuine pleasure. It was all about sharing, and being in tune with each other. Sucking his cock while he sucked mine was like one treat stacked on another.
We quickly fell into a rhythm, matching one another beat for beat. I gorged on his cock and felt my own pushing into his throat; eased it slowly back out and felt his lips gliding along my shaft. His tongue curled around my cock head and I curled mine around his. It sounds like a game and it kinda was, but it made us feel incredibly connected. Every motion he made I'd copy, and he did the same for me. It was like we were truly two halves of the same person.
Outside, thunder was rumbling, but it was still far away. Dim flashes of lightning flickered in the windows. With each new burst we picked up our pace and sucked each other more aggressively. I slipped a hand around the back of his neck to steady him and he gripped my head with both hands to hold me in place. We flexed our hips and fucked each other's mouths; used each other and let ourselves be used, an outlet for all the anxiety we had over the mayhem and chaos that would soon be banging at our front door.
The rain kicked up another notch and we tensed up and held off on our thrusting. I could taste his precum dribbling onto my tongue salty and thick. I knew I must be leaking too from the slurping sounds he made. Ty slid my meat back out of his mouth, his lips running all along the length of my shaft, and I mirrored him just like before. He took my cock head in his thick wet lips, kissing and massaging it until I could barely keep from spouting my load. And I played right along with him, giving that sweet head all the attention it deserved. I could feel his slit gaping open with my tongue. I glanced down at him and he glanced up at me. Our eyes met, and that was it.
His hips bucked and he blasted a shot of cum into my mouth. I cut loose at the same time, gushing and spewing. We spurted and spurted into each other, flooding our mouths with hot cream, swallowing it all down as fast as we could. Our bodies rocked and jolted; our balls drew up tight, squeezing out every drop. I felt sheer pleasure from head to toe washing over my body in prickling waves. I thought he'd never run out of cum. I wanted to drink it down all night.
Gradually the quaking subsided and we relaxed and cuddled together. The rain seemed to have slowed down too, and as we lay there it petered out to hardly a drizzle. We climbed off the couch and went to the window.
"Was that it?" I asked. "Is it over?"
Tyler looked at the sky. "Nah... it was just a warm-up. You know in the satellite photos, those arms you see spiraling out from the storm? I think that was one of `em. The big deal is still to come."
"How soon?"
He shrugged. "Who knows? By tomorrow, I guess."
"You want to look online?"
"Nah..." His arms snaked around me. "I wanna go to bed."
That sounded like a great idea. We blew out the candles and headed for the bedroom, rolled onto the mattress together and tangled up in each other.
We were both asleep before we knew it. Whatever distress we'd been feeling had been blown right out of our heads. I slept as sound as could be; it was so fucking comforting just to have him beside me. I couldn't imagine how I'd ever slept a wink before we met. A couple times in the night I heard the rain pounding again and thunder booming not so far away, but I fell right back asleep without ever really waking up. Having Tyler in bed with me was the world's greatest pacifier.
In the morning, the rain was beating on the window harder than ever. Lightning bolts were streaking down from the sky all around us and thunder shook the whole building. We crawled out of bed and looked cautiously around, and checked to make sure the electricity was still on. The apartment was still in one piece.
We made breakfast and sat down on the couch side by side to eat together. We smiled at each other and acted all casual, trying to convince each other that it was just another day. But with every shattering thunderclap our breath would catch in our throats. The wind was howling already and getting stronger by the minute. And there was no way of telling how much worse it would get.
It was right after we finished breakfast that things took a major turn for the worse. We were cleaning up the dishes when the rain seemed to come in a solid wall. The wind was roaring like I'd never heard in my life.
Suddenly there was a crash from the living room. We each jumped about a foot; my heart damn near seized up and quit. The wind had sheared off a tree branch and pitched it into our window. Luckily it was only cracked and not shattered, but water was squirting through. I grabbed the roll of duct tape from our supplies and sealed it up as best I could, then taped a thick sheet of cardboard over the pane for reinforcement. I'd just about finished when we heard a barrage of noises from outside, more tree branches or pieces of trash or chunks of... whatever... being picked up and flung around with unbelievable force.
We didn't even stop to think. We just raced into the bedroom like bats out of hell, jumped back into bed, pulled the covers over us and hugged each other as tight as we could.
"Hey Ty..." I started, once I'd caught my breath.
"What?" His eyes were shut, his face buried in my shoulder.
"Happy birthday."
He didn't answer, and I sure didn't blame him. Outside, Eva was raging, like nothing I'd ever seen or heard or felt before. I swear I thought the roof would blow off or cave in on us any minute. It was terrifying. If I didn't have Tyler to hold onto, if I didn't feel him clinging to me like his life depended on it, I surely would have lost my mind.
Each explosion of thunder, each searing white burst of light had us tightening our grip on each other. The rain hammered on the side of the building, pummeled the windows like it was blasting out of a firehose. The wind was an endless, deafening roar. We were both shaking with fear; the sheets were drenched with our sweat.
The most awful part of all is that it never let up. The storm kept pounding and pounding on us, kept growing worse and worse until I thought it would never quit. It seemed like we were huddled together under the covers for hours, clutching each other for so long and so hard every muscle in my body was sore. It hurt even to breathe. But Tyler was with me, and hearing him gasp and whimper, inhaling his scent, feeling his warm body against mine made me absolutely determined to see us both through it to the end.
And then, without warning, everything quieted down. The rain and wind suddenly died. The sky outside brightened; we relaxed our grip on each other and looked around and listened... and then our lips mashed together and we began making out like there was no tomorrow.
It was as if all the pressure weighing us down had suddenly been released. We were so fucking hungry for each other, kissing each other wildly, tongues wrestling, bodies grinding together, dry humping each other. I'd never needed his dick inside me so bad. I begged him for it, got on all fours, wailed for him to breed me like never before. Ty didn't leave me hanging. He ransacked the nightstand, grabbed the lube and slathered it all over his cock and jammed two slimy fingers up my hole to grease my chute.
I felt such an amazing sense of relief when he slid his cock into me. It was a testament, an affirmation that we were alive. We'd survived the storm and all its terror; we'd go on living and loving each other and fucking to our hearts' content no matter what the world threw at us. Tyler felt it too; he drove in hard with long deep strokes that staked his claim to life on earth and rocked me to the core.
I wanted his cum so fucking bad. I wanted him to shoot inside me, to fill me so full of his juice I could taste it gurgling up my throat. My balls were aching for it; I desperately wanted to lose my load but I'd hold off as long as it took for him to give me that cream. But Tyler had other plans.
"Trade me places," he begged. "I need you inside me."
The way he said it with a quiver in his voice turned everything around. He sounded so yearning and sincere I couldn't disappoint him. I'd fuck him as long and as hard as he wanted if it took the last ounce of my strength. I lubed up and mounted him, pushed in all the way and he let out a sigh of pure satisfaction that left me tingling all over.
"Fuck me," he urged. "Give it to me good!"
I gave him my very best, railed him like a horned up moose that hadn't fucked in a year. With each thrust he blurted out joyful yelps and moans to show his appreciation; it made my cock so hard I'd swear it was made of stone. I never wanted to quit pumping and pumping that gorgeous ass and hearing those little expressions of gratitude.
The sounds he was making became more and more urgent, and he was panting hot and heavy. I knew he wouldn't last much longer. My hole was still loose from taking his meat and still craving another round but making Tyler blow was more important to me than anything else. I kept on driving, again and again until his breath caught in his throat, his whole body tensed and suddenly he lurched forward.
Ty's hole clamped down on my shaft and he spouted a thick stream of cum that splattered onto the sheets, letting out a howl that shook the rafters. I drove in again and he thrashed and shuddered and gushed out another big spurt. His ass cheeks clenched tight as smooth round boulders, his hole spasming on my meat, his body quaking and those incredibly hot whimpers were more than I could take. I unleashed my load inside him, pouring out my fluids as a rush of pleasure raced through my brain, so intense it took my breath away.
I wrapped my arms around him and held on tight, and we collapsed onto the mattress together. God, there's no sex better than survivor sex. For a while we just lay there relaxing, letting our heads and our bodies ease back down to normal. Finally we rolled out of bed. Tyler stepped over to the window for a look outside.
"Oh... fuck..."
"What's wrong?" I asked him.
"It's not over... it's only halfway through. We're in the fucking eye!"
I hustled over and took a look. A huge black wall of rain and wind and debris loomed skyward just a couple blocks away and was heading straight for us, fast. We traded anxious looks, too stunned to know what to say. A minute passed while we stood gaping at the coming onslaught, gripping each other's hands. Then the wind began to rise and the sky went dark.
The wall hit us full force like a solid object. Rain battered our windows mercilessly. The wind howled and roared. We dove back into bed, ducked under the covers and locked our arms around each other all over again. Surviving half a hurricane didn't mean we'd be any safer the second half. We shuddered with every crash of thunder, every blinding bolt of lightning that seemed to be coming right down on our heads.
And once again, having Tyler in my arms was the only thing that kept me sane and made me determined to stay strong.
The storm pounded us unrelenting for an hour, two, maybe even three but gradually it began to slacken off. The rain slowed to an ordinary downpour and the wind to a stiff but non-terrifying bluster. We looked one another over, saw we were each in one piece, and helped each other to our feet.
The power had gone out at some point. We took a long shower together, lit a couple more candles, and made cold sandwiches for dinner.
I gave Ty a weak smile over the table. "Sorry about your birthday. We'll have a real celebration once things settle down to normal.
"Don't worry about it." He thought for a moment, and laughed. "I hate to say it, but this is still the best one I've ever had."
We made it an early night. Even though we'd spent nearly the whole day in bed, we were both fucking exhausted.
Next morning we surveyed the damage. It was just the one broken window at our place, and the same with many of our neighbors. The courtyard was a disaster, debris everywhere and mud washed over the walkways by running water. Half the pool furniture had been blown into the pool, along with a mountain of trash. Cleanup would take a while. The power had been restored, for what it was worth.
"That's it," I told Tyler. "Start getting your stuff together. I'm putting in my notice at work today. As soon as we can go, we're outta this town."