THE STORM GROWS

"Matt," cried Luke. "Come ON. Stop obsessing over the size of your nostrils and trying to cover it up. We'll be late, AGAIN." "Angela and Greg don't like seeing my full snout," Matt called from the bathroom. "I'll be along as soon as I am done with covering the outer edges up." "Who cares what your stupid sister and her stupid boy-friend think. I'm YOUR boy-friend, and I like seeing your full snout covering the entire width of your face." Of course, Luke's nasal apparatus, as he thought of it in general terms, was not that far behind. It was almost a full snout, almost the width of his face, but not quite as big and so as gorgeous as Matt's FULL snout. Five minutes later, Matt emerged from the bathroom, his nostrils appearing to end below his pupils rather than covering the entirety of his cheeks. "Fine," Luke sighed. "But next week at my thirtieth birthday party, you wear your full and enormous snout." "Agreed," said Matt, giving a smile that extended what looked like merely the outer edges of his cheeks past the outer edges of his face, almost causing Luke to ejaculate in his undershorts and making him very glad that he had masturbated himself dry that afternoon. "Now, let's go." "That's what I've been saying for half an hour," Luke grumbled as they headed towards the car. * * * "I see you finally had at least a bit of nasal reduction surgery, Matthew," said Greg. "Looks much better." It was all Luke could do to keep from smearing Matt's make-up to show Greg that he was wrong. But Matt pleaded with a sideways look for him not to do so, so he held his hands and his tongue. Greg's nose wasn't much smaller than his WAS and Matt's now appeared to be, so Luke didn't think the matter would be pressed any further. "So?" he asked lightly, trying to keep the conversation friendly. "What are your plans for Thankgi. . ." "Nobody move!" came a sudden shout from the door. Looking up, he saw four men all in black, even the masks that covered their faces, and wielding assault rifles busting through the door. "Wallets, keys, cell phones, guns, on the floor, NOW," shouted a different robber. "No texting 911," shouted another as Matt started to punch something into his phone. He quickly dropped it, but seeing him seemed to draw the crooks' attention to their table, which Luke could tell at once had made things ten times worse. "Three boys, one girl, I'm guessing two of you are queers, and that it's the two of you," said a female voice behind another black mask, pointing at Matt and him. Luke gulped. "No queers leave this building alive. . ." she began, when suddenly the entire restaurant went pitch black. Moments later, there was the loudest and closest rumble of thunder Luke had ever heard. It sounded like it was actually right inside the room. Then there was a flash of lightning, and two men appeared. Both had EXTREMELY big noses, although neither quite equalled his almost snout. They looked very calm and collected, all things considered, Luke also observed. Then he wondered for a moment if he had just imagined everything, as the lights came back on. But then he saw that the two men were still there. 'Who the hell are you and what are you doing here, interrupting our stick up?" demanded the female robber. "I'm Mark," said the sightly smaller, in nose and in build, one. He pointed at the other. "This is John. We're The Thunder Boys. And we're here in the middle of your stick up to put a stop to it." "Impressive pyrotectnics and grandiose but silly name, but it won't save these two." One of the robbers cocked his gun and pointed it at Matt and him, as they held close to each other, trembling. "Maybe not," said John. "But this will." At the same moment the robber's gun released a bullet towards them, John waved his left hand and there was a huge clap of thunder, and suddenly a ball of lightning engulfed Luke and his boy-friend, yet he did not feel it burning him or harming him in any way. When the ball of lightning cleared, the bullet was still flying at them, but suddenly it just vanished. Luke couldn't decide who in the restaurant looked more shocked by this, the robbers, Matt, or the other customers. But John and Mark did not look at all surprised. "You're Thunder Boys now too," Mark told Matt and Luke. "You're both male, both have more than big enough noses. . ." "Snouts," Luke interrupted. "Fine," aid Mark. "You both have snouts, which more than fulfill the minimum required eighty percent, you're both older than twenty-five and younger than thirty five, and you're obviously a committed strictly gay couple, so John and I have now made you the second pair of Thunder Boys, and no firearm's projectiles can make it closer than six inches to any Thunder Boys' bodies." Mark raised a hand and shot a single thunder bolt from it as one of the robbers threw a knife towards him, and it too vanished. John made a sweeping motion with both hands, causing rolls of thunder to surround the room, and all of the robbers' weapons vanished. "I suggest you leave," Mark told the robbers. "Before we summon a thunder storm to destroy you as well. And don't think we can't or won't, as what you have already seen should convince you of." The crooks didn't need telling twice, and soon the normal hubbub of conversation had returned to the room. "Join us, won't you?" said Matt, whom Luke saw to his delight had somehow had his make-up washed away by all that had happened, revealing his full and enormous snout, although to Luke's delight, his sister and Greg no longer looked on it with displeasure. "Then you can tell Luke and I everything we need to know about being Thunder Boys." "Thank you," said John, puling two chairs over to the able. "Although, truth be told, since as far as we know, we're the first, Mark and I are pretty much making it up as we go along. But we'll tell you what we can, if you'll settle for that." He looked at Matt for a moment. "This much I can tell you, Matthew. Yes, I know you're name. I'm not psychic, I just overheard someone. Anyway, with that amazing snout, you will be the most powerful of the Thunder Boys, no matter how many of us there eventually are." Luke wasn't sure Matt liked the sound of that, from his expression, but after a moment he and Matt nodded eagerly, wanting to know more regardless. "Well," said Mark. "The first thing. . ." THE END.