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Subject: Storm Cellar – Part 1 Storm Cellar – Part 1 By Ferris ail This is fiction. ______________ It was the weather that woke him up. It rained three times a week that summer, and it usually was the kind of rain that would make sleep deeper and more pleasant. He had slept more soundly since they’d moved into the new house. It was bigger than where they’d lived before. He and his kid sister didn’t have to share a room. There were three stories if you counted the cellar, which his sister liked since she was such a worrier about tornadoes. But this was the kind of weather that would wake you up. Loud and mad. You couldn’t even hear the fan over the rain and thunder and wind. He crawled out of bed and peeked out of his door. His sister was asleep soundly. The TV downstairs was on, and its light was occasionally out shined by the lightning flashes. It was tuned to the local weather — no tornado warning for them, but there were two others a couple counties north. It wasn’t anything to worry about. He was more curious about where his dad was than what the weather was doing. If the TV was on, his dad hadn’t gone to bed. And if he wasn’t watching the TV, he was probably in the cellar. Walking over to the front door, he checked the knob quietly, even though no one could hear him over the storm. It was unlocked. His dad was in the cellar for sure. He walked more quietly, stepping on the rugs and avoiding the creaky boards. It was loud upstairs, but he was sure it was quieter in the cellar. He was ankara eve gelen escort a smart kid. He crept through the living room, by the staircase, and into the kitchen. The entrance to the cellar was outside. You couldn’t get down there from inside the house, but there was an old coal chute that the kitchen pantry had been built over. He found it the day they moved in. He could fit into it if he moved the broom, mop and bucket out. But he knew he’d be heard. He just wanted to see in, so he pushed them to the side slowly and carefully as the rain beat against the kitchen window. He pulled the board covering the chute back only enough to peek through and stuffed the mop strands in the gap to keep it from closing. The crack was open, and cold air blew into his eyes as he laid on his tummy on the floor and peered into the cellar. It was darker in the cellar than the house, but there were little windows that let in some light when the lightning flashed. Over the wind, he could make out a rhythmic thumping. He waited for the light, and he knew he’d be right. His dad was down there with someone. Light flashed. Not long, but enough to make out four legs. He was right, but he was looking in the wrong spot. His eyes and mouth open, breathing quietly, he slid his body around the gap to where he’d see a better view. The time between the lightning flashes seemed like it could be measured in years. He could feel his cock growing against his pajamas and pressing gaziantep escort against the cold floor. He breathed. A flash. A long, bright flash. Widening his eyes, he saw two silhouettes, the light coming from a window behind them, outlining them. The first figure held the column and the other held the first by the hips. One short, small. The other tall, big and strong. A second long flash from the other side of the house made new light from the opposite windows. His dad, sweating in the cold cellar, gripped a guy that the boy had seen before. He worked at the grocery store down the street. They went to the same school, but the grocery store kid was in the high school. He could tell now with the better light that the kid wasn’t holding the pillar so much as being pinned to it. The boy’s dad looked like he was in a mad trance, his fingers digging into the grocery kid’s hips. His dad’s eyes were closed, and his head was tilted back. The grocery store kid had wide eyes fixed on the ground in front of him. He seemed both determined and worried. The light faded, but the thumping continued. And then a soft moan. Lightning erupted again, and his dad’s hand had moved to grip the mouth and neck of the kid. The light hit them just as his dad was at the shallowest part of his trust into the grocery store kid. The boy saw his dad’s cock, except for the head which remained plugged in the kid. The kid’s eyes had cut back, trying to glimpse the face of the man inside him. In ankara gerçek resimli escort the same flash, he could make out the kid’s wet bike at the bottom of the cellar entrance and a small pile of soggy clothes beside it. He watched the blackness in that direction, wondering what else it could tell him. A new flash showed his dad’s umbrella, and clean clothes neatly folded on an old desk. His dad must have waited down in the tidy cellar for the kid to ride over. The boy wondered how long he’d been down there waiting and how long he’d been there with the grocery store kid. In between flashes, he sniffed the cellar air coming from the crevice to see what else he could sense. He wanted to close his eyes to let his imagination fill in the gaps of what he couldn’t see, but he didn’t dare miss a flash. A giant bolt snapped outside, granting him several uninterrupted seconds of sight. It lit up the entire sky, and light streamed through every tiny window in the cellar. The kid was biting his lip as the boy’s dad held his small smooth body against his hairy chest and pressed him into the column. The kid’s cock leaked. The dad, leaning into the kid, whispered something in his year. The kid pressed his eyes closed hard, bit his lip harder, and nodded. The boy’s dad released the kid from his hold and grinned. This was the first time he’d seen his dad grin in months. His dad placed his hands on the boy’s firm butt and the thumping began again. As the light faded, he heard clear grunts, a moan, and whimper. And suddenly, the wind began to calm. The last thunder crash diminished, as he heard from below: “Just kick some dirt over your load. Mine won’t come out of you if you don’t stand up on your bike ride home.” And in a quieter voice, “Thank you, Mr. Gl…” And in a firm voice, “Shhh. Get going. It’s late.”