Caden&Nicolas - Part 1 - Sex Stories

Caden&Nicolas - Part 1

... party so that he could get me home. “I’d rather go to your house,” I begged him and he, like always, obliged. Sitting here now with him on our way home, lightly cracks across the sky and rain pelts down on the car. I shiver against the storm and bury my face in my arms. “We’re almost there,” he assure me and reaches over to grip my thigh. My heart skips a beat, even though he literally means nothing by it. My mind reels and I find myself caught in the past… I can still feel the lightning electrify the sky, can still feel the vibrations through my skin when the thunder rattled crossed the woodland. I can still feel the trees sway in the wind. I can still see the grass and bushes dance against the melodious shatter of water hitting ground from the sudden downpour. Darkness wrapped a mighty hand around me, held me in. I stood firm in my place, looking out through the distance, the once faint glow of light now devoured by pure blackness. Something howled in the distance and I fell to my knees, my fists digging into the muddied earth as I screamed. “MOMMY! “DADDY!” But no amount of screaming brought them for a good ten minutes. I wasn’t supposed to be in the woods. Mama said it’d be too dangerous and Daddy said no, I wasn’t old enough to go out on my own. But I knew when the sun began to set it was bedtime, and I knew that if I stayed hidden beneath my covers long enough my parents would soon lock themselves away in their bedrooms, and I knew that once they did Daddy was out like ...

... a rock with no hope of waking up and Mama would curl up in this oversized chair and fall into her soaps she had waited all day to see even though they were a week behind at that hour. So when I knew the coast was clear I found the pack under my bed that held a gas light, a bag of marshmallows and matches to light a fire and went out anyway. Then the storm came unexpectedly. And I knew instantly that that was why Mama said it’s be too dangerous and Daddy said I wasn’t old enough. Because for as long as I could remember in my then six years of life I had been very afraid of thunderstorms. When the storm assaulted us with a symphony of earth-shattering quakes that boomed through the air my mother knew instantly that I’d be afraid. I wish I could have seen the face she made when she found me missing from my room. I sat frozen in the rain, screaming their names, wishing to God that I had just listened to them for once when I heard her screaming in the distance for me. Daddy hollered behind my mother my name and the release of our two hounds from inside the house let me know that they were coming for me. I screamed back, my voice trying to shatter the thunder so that they could find me. With a blink of an eye and a pop of lightning I saw our two hounds break through the trees, barking wildly at the little boy in his boxers and camouflage t-shirt crying horrendously for his parents. Seconds later Daddy had me in his arms and Mama was kissing my forehead. The dogs started whining at ...