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And the Earth Shook
By Simon Peter
The shelling started around half an hour ago. It hadn't let up. The sound of bombs was scary, but Daniel was used to this by now.
The civil war has been raging for more than two years. Most nights were spent in the shelter, sleeping on mattresses. Daniel's parents were concerned about their only son, especially since no one knew when violence would erupt. The militias shelled civilian areas indiscriminately. A lot of days, schools would close and the children would stay at home.
This time, Daniel was at school. When the shelling started at around 10 o'clock, the Grade 11 English teacher herded the kids down to the gymnasium. Both Grade 11 and Grade 12 were kept there until their parents would be able to come and pick them up since the school buses wouldn't take the risk.
Daniel sat on the wooden floor next to his best friend, Sam. Daniel felt that Sam was more nervous than usual. He sat very close to him and Daniel felt his friend's body shaking.
"Hey, buddy, we're pretty safe down here. They have never bombed the school," Daniel told Sam reassuringly.
Sam shook more, pressing his hands on the floor, his muscles taught, his face almost ready to burst into tears.
Daniel wondered. It wasn't Sam's habit to be so scared. Sam was on the basketball team, tall, lean, a light beard already shadowing his chin. Both boys were nearing their 17th birthday, almost men now.
"Not scared, Danny. It's just that my dad is out of the country and I bet my mom will never dare to drive in this shelling all the way from the city to come and get me."
"No big deal, bro. Why don't you come over to our place with me? I'm sure your mom won't mind."
"But we gotta tell her."
Daniel house was closer to the school, a way up in the mountains, fairly far from the hostilities although some shelling would hit the mountain areas every now and then.
Sam looked around. Mr. Jenkins, the English teacher, was standing close by, making sure all the boys were there and safe. He got up on shaky legs and walked over to the teacher.
"Excuse me, Mr. Jenkins? Can I use a phone to call my mom?"
Cell phones were not allowed in school, so Mr. Jenkins led Sam to the sports office to use the landline phone in there.
Five minutes later Sam returned, the expression on his face more relaxed.
"Mom says it's okay. She even sounded relieved. You sure your parents won't mind?"
"Of course not, man. Chill. Mom and Dad love you."
The boys waited. Daniel's dad picked them up a half an hour later, and they drove home. The shelling was still heard but somewhat distant. Nevertheless, they found the families huddled down in the shelter under Daniel's apartment building, a four-storey residential complex in the mountains.
Daniel and Sam sat on one of the mattresses, leaning against the wall, in the darkened basement shelter.
"How does it feel that you are the only child in the family, Dan?" Sam asked.
"It's good and bad. I get all the favors and attention, but it can get too tiresome. Parents can be overprotective."
"I guess," Sam heaved. "In our home it's always chaotic, never a minute of peace, with the five of us all over the place, shouting and screaming and arguing and fighting."
"Man, this sucks. I feel so claustrophobic down here."
"Maybe we could sneak out," Sam suggested. "I don't hear any more bombing. Do you?"
"Fuck. Mom would kill me."
"Not if I ask her."
It took Sam a lot of pleading with Daniel's mother. Finally, they had to promise to stay close to the building just in case the shelling started again.
The boys breathed in the air outside as they climbed down to the empty lot behind the building. There pine trees and an olive grove and the May air was scented with nature.
"Oh, God, this feels so much better," Daniel said, as they climbed off the two-foot stone hedge to the field.
Sam stumbled. Instinctively, Daniel reached out and supported his friend pulling him up. They ended up as if in an embrace. Daniel shivered as he felt his friend's body press on him.
Daniel had always been attracted by Sam. He had realized early on that he was more interested in guys than in girls. He loved his friend in more ways than one, but his lust for Sam had always been there. He had never tried to tell Sam how he felt. He was afraid to lose Sam if he told him that he turned him on.
But now, Sam's body against his felt heavenly. He had one arm around Sam's waist supporting him and the other hand holding onto Sam's arm, giving him balance. Their hips pressed on each other.
Seconds later, Sam pulled back, regaining his balance.
"Fancy me getting injured by a 2-foot fall in the middle of the war," Sam joked. But he seemed a bit ruffled by the close body proximity and the feeling of Daniel pressing on him. He did fancy Daniel. Hell, they were best friends, but his feelings now were more than friendly. He was scared by how he felt toward his friend. He was scared because his feelings were centered around his nuts. Was he hot for his friend? Another guy? Scared and confused.
The boys squatted next to each other, leaning against the wall, close to each other but not touching, picking at stones and throwing them away, just lazing, enjoying their freedom. At the same time, they were contemplating their feelings towards each other. Scared and confused.
Without warning, the earth shook violently under them, followed by a loud roaring sound. A bomb.
Daniel wrapped his arms around Sam instinctively, partially in fear, almost peeing in his pants.
"Fuck! Fuck! That was so fucking close. Where did it fall?"
A mushroom of dust and smoke rose around 100 meters away in the middle of the olive grove. Daniel kept his arms around Sam, shivering.
"I don't want to die," Daniel whimpered.
""Hey, man, what the fuck? Take it easy, buddy."
Sam held Daniel closer. Without even thinking, his body still shaking, his arms squeezing around Sam, Daniel leaned and kissed the side of his friend's neck.
Daniel could die now. He fairly sure that Sam was going to call him names-faggot, fruitcake, and such- was going to despise him, was going to slap his face, was going to...
Another shell fell, closer. The boys heard the rocks and debris fall nearer. They pressed back onto the wall for supposed protection, squatting closer to the ground. Daniel's lips were still pressed against Sam's neck. And they held tightly to each other, shivering. Daniel was both frightened and excited.
When the dust settled, Sam pushed Daniel away from him, held him at arm's length and looked him straight in the eyes, hesitated, and then pulled him back to and kissed him full on the mouth. Another shell fell. The earth shook. The boys kissed.
"Daniel! Sam!" Daniel's mom was screaming from somewhere above them.
"Here, Mom. We're ok. Coming."
For Daniel and Sam, the earth shook in more than one way. The bombs brought them together, revealing secrets that they had been trying their best to hide. But now it was out in the open. They loved each other. Still confused, but not scared.
This new-found realization took the boys by storm. They were both inexperienced in these matters and didn't really know how to deal with the situation. They knew, however, that something earth- shattering had just developed between them.
Their kiss burnt their lips long after they separated and ran back to the building's shelter. They huddled in the dark, closer than usual, with an intimacy that had not been there before. Sam's arm was around Daniel's waist, fingers pressing, rubbing the skin under the t-shirt. Their hearts raced from the running, but more so from the sensations streaming through their young bodies.
"What the fuck happened?" Daniel whispered, his crotch itching at the touch of his friend's hand caressing the side of his waist.
"Other than the bombs? You kissed my neck, you jerk," Sam whispered back.
"And then you kissed me on the fucking lips."
"As if you protested or something."
"How could I protest? I have always loved you, man."
The confession was straightforward and brief, just as innocent and young as the two boys. In the dark basement, they looked at each other, their eyes glistening, their hearts throbbing, their crotches tingling.
"Love your ass too, man," Sam mumbled.
Daniel was astounded. Sam liked him. Sam loved him. Sam fucking kissed him, full, on the lips. Sam was now rubbing his skin, at his waist, making him shudder.
"Stay here," Daniel pleaded. "Call your mom. Spend the night here. If the shelling stops you can sleep in my bedroom. Please, Sam. I need for you to stay, Sam."
Daniel was dying for his friend to accept. Now that they knew that they had such feelings for each other, Daniel was not going to hold back. The shelling continued sporadically. The earth shook with each explosion.
Sam used Daniel's father's cell phone to call home and ask for permission to spend the night out at Daniel's.
"She sounded even more relieved," Sam laughed as he walked back over to where Daniel was squatting.
They were all lucky that the shelling stopped in the afternoon and no one got hurt. This time, the bombs had fallen much closer than usual.
The electricity was out. There were lamps and candles and they ate dinner in semi-darkness. With no television and with dim lights, everyone crept to bed early, much to the boys' exhilaration.
In Daniel's bedroom, the two boys kissed hungrily. They were giddy with this experience. They both had erections already, but with no experience. All they knew was that their kissing was sweet and not forced. They held onto each other and kissed.
In the distance, the rumblings of war could be heard, but the pounding of the two young hearts was much more audible, more forceful, more full of life rather than signals of death.
They shed off their clothes and resumed kissing on the bed. As if hit by one of those bombs, Daniel jumped when he felt Sam's hand wrapped around his boy dick. He moaned.
"Be quiet, Danny," Sam whispered, stroking the hard cock. "Your parents might hear."
"I don't give a fuck. We could die in the next five minutes. Oh, Sam, fuck, this feels so good."
Daniel reached for Sam's dick to reciprocate. Now both boys were holding onto each other's cocks, starting to compare their manhood. Daniel had sparse pubic hair. His dick was uncut, thin, and some 6 inches long. Sam, on the other hand, was more developed, thanks to basketball practice. His pubes were thick and curly and black. His cock, also cut, was a thick 7-incher.
"Shit," Daniel said as he gazed at his friend's cock. "Your dick is big."
Tentatively, they licked and sucked, discovering, experiencing forbidden fruit.
"Your teeth, Dan," Sam pulled Daniel's hair as Daniel tried his best to swallow the thick cock.
Inexperienced, his teeth grated on the pink uncut cock head.
They had to learn. Gradually, both boys got into rhythm, slurping, sucking, trying to swallow hard cock, their bodies on fire. Sam smelled heavenly to Daniel.
The shelling had started but far. The boys were too engrossed with each other to even notice.
"Dan," Sam whispered, fingering his friend's crack. "You think we could...?"
Daniel got off Sam's cock. He looked up at Sam: "Could what?"
"You know... Could I... you know... put it in? Just a little? In your ass? Please, Dan?" Sam was begging.
"How?" Daniel's heart pounded. In his ass? Sam's big cock? How?
"Just lie on your back."
Sam's cock was slithery with spit. He knelt between Daniel's spread thighs, rubbing his cock inside the crack, finding the hole, pressing. Daniel shivered uncontrollably. The warmth and silkiness of Sam's tool caressed his butt and he loved it. But when the pressing increased, Daniel started feeling the pain.
"Fuck. Hold on, Sam. Fuck. It's starting to hurt," Daniel grunted.
Sam bent over Daniel and kissed him, keeping the pressure.
He penetrated.
"GGMMMMAAAAA," Daniel grunted into Sam's mouth, his ass stretching unbelievably.
Sam kept on pushing, his young cock slowly making its way inside his buddy.
Daniel whimpered. The pain was searing. Sam started to fuck.
With the fucking and the grunting and the moaning, the boys barely noticed the sounds of bombs falling getting louder.
Sam felt his nuts ready to burst. Just on the edge of losing his load inside Daniel, the bed leapt from under them. Sam exploded. Dust filled the room. Pieces of plaster and wood fell on Sam's bare back as he spurted gallons of boy juice. Daniel was crying, ejaculating, groaning, his boy cum hitting Sam's bare chest, trying to push Sam off of him, scared, giddy, almost passing out. Sam kept on cumming, delirious, unconscious of the shaking and the screaming and the shouting, the drops of Daniel's cum sliding down his chest, squirting deep, shot after shot after shot of hot, thick semen.
Daniel's mother barged into the room a couple of seconds after Sam pulled out and realized what was happening.
"Grab your clothes and run, Danny, Sam, run boys. To the Shelter. Now! NOW!"
Thankfully, the mother's hysteria with the falling shells did not allow her to register the spread legs of her son, the dripping boy cock of his friend, the young naked bodies on the bed, sweaty and spent.
Daniel and Sam hurriedly grabbed their clothes, dressed in a flash, and rushed out and down to the basement of the building.
Sitting in their forner place, huddled in the dark, against the wall, the boys couldn't believe what had happened up there in the bedroom.
They had fucked. They had actually fucked.
Daniel couldn't meet his friend's eyes, although it was somewhat dark. His ass burned and he could feel the wetness in his crack and between his thighs. Sam cummed inside him. Sam's milk filled his bowels.
Sam was wondering why his friend kept avoiding looking at him. He knew that Daniel's ass hurt when he was fucking him, but Daniel felt so hot under him, so sexy, so right, so natural. Besides, Daniel shot his load at the same time he did. He must have enjoyed it. He must have.
"I love you," Sam whispered into Daniel's ear.
Daniel stared at him. "Fuck off!"
Sam didn't believe his ears. Why would Daniel be pissed off with him? They were both having such a great time, discovering sensations in their young bodies they never knew existed.
"What's wrong, Dan?" Sam said.
"You fucked my butt, Sam. You pushed your fucking dick up my ass."
"Man, I made love to you. I love you and want you. I want to fuck you and I want you to fuck me."
Sam was uttering words for the first time in his life. He had never confessed love to anyone. He had never referred to "fuck" in the way he was doing now, knowing full well what fucking was. His initiation to anal sex, gay sex, ass-fucking, whatever, had been delicious, way beyond his expectations.
Daniel loved Sam as well. He even loved him more now that Sam's seed was inside his veins. He felt owned. By his best friend. By his buddy. He could still feel Sam pounding on top of him. The pain was a very small price to pay for the fucking that he had had with Sam. He softened. Sam loved him. He would not lose Sam. And yes, he would make Sam fuck him over and over.
Outside, the bombs fell. The earth shook.
Simon's Note: The idea for this story was sent to me by a friend who suggested sex during an earthquake. Since I have never been in an earthquake and because I loved the idea, I built it around bomb shelling, something I did experience some time ago. I hope you like it.