Date: Sun, 13 Feb 2022 21:29:34 -0600
From: gwen uni <unicorn2012111@gmail.com>
Subject: Disaster by Cutter09 gay adult/youth

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Cutter09

The Disaster

  Our town has a unique feature. An underground aquifer that supplies water
to most of the state. Springs originate from it. Rivers and streams feed
into it filtered through hundreds of feet of natural limestone.The aquifer
itself runs most of the length of the state, and is over six hundred feet
deep. Everyone and everything for a hundred miles in any direction relies
upon it. It's been said that if we were to not receive another drop of rain
for forty years, there would still be water in the aquifer. The city's
wells and those of farmers and ranchers around draw from it.

  The abundance of water meant steady growth for the area over the last
hundred and fifty years. Everything from Breweries to catfish farms which
require lots of fresh water sprung up in the area. Steady growth meant more
revenue from taxes, which meant better city services, which of course meant
more growth. Because of all the natural rock, quarries and cement plants
also popped up.

  Our little town grew into a thriving metropolis of well over a million
people. People require homes and cars, and places to shop and work. One
cement company closed its quarry fifty years ago and turned it into a
Japanese garden and park, and opened another quarry just down the
road. Over the last fifty years, they had dug out a sizable chunk of earth,
before deciding to close that one too and move further away from the
city. Because it was such a large portion of land, inside a desirable area
of town, expensive houses now surround the pit, which is now part of a golf
course. The cement plant is now a shopping area with many restaurants,
shops, and a movie theater.

  Our city council, in its arrogance and desire for more city revenue,
passed out building permits left and right. Palms were greased, zoning
limits changed. Older apartment complexes have been torn down and High
rises put up in their place.

  Thus begins my tale.

  Although I had lived in the area when I was younger, like many other
people, I moved north to a newer part of town. I still came here once a
month to get my haircut, because I loved the guy who had been doing it for
twenty years. Yes, he'd been cutting my hair since I was five years old,
and I wouldn't dream of changing. He had done my grandparents' hair, gave
my mother her first haircut, and did her hair for her wedding to my
father. They moved away after the wedding, and came back when I was five to
take over the family business, and of course Mother took me to see Gary. I
didn't remember it, but Mom had made a special trip home, just so Gary
could give me my first haircut when I was just a baby, too.

  As I grew, I grew to love Gary too. He was like a member of the family,
and knew all of our secrets. My mother once said if Gary told my father
everything he knew about her, she'd be in divorce court. I don't doubt it
either, because he knew all my secrets as well, and never divulged any of
them.

  On one of my haircut trips, I noticed the apartments across the street
from where Gary's shop was, were being torn down.I asked Gary about it and
he said they were building another high rise condo. On the next trip, I
noticed the construction fence around the space, and I could tell they were
digging deep into the ground. I supposed it was for underground parking,
and whatever kind of support system a tall building requires. It struck me
as a sign of the times, because there was one high rise a block north, and
two side by side about half a mile south, all on Broadstreet. The exit I
took off the freeway came onto Sunbelt Ave. that also bordered part of the
quarry, and many of the old houses had been torn down and replaced with
five or six story hospitals, nursing homes, or condos.

  Over my next few visits, I watched the steele skeleton of the high rise
take shape. It looked like it was going to be monstrous. Then one day as I
headed to my appointment with Gary, everything changed. I was stopped at a
traffic light on Sunbelt Ave. between Home Depot, and a new pain management
clinic. At first I thought there was something wrong with my car. It was
shaking and there was a strange noise. Then I looked at the car next to me,
and saw the puzzled look on the driver's face, and his car seemed to be
shaking too. We both got out of our cars, confused.

  There was a rumbling sound, and I happened to look in the distance at the
steele skeleton, just in time to see it fall over. I was shocked, because
it looked like it would have fallen on Gary's shop. I started to get into
my car to drive over there, when I saw the high rise to the north of the
new one,.drop out of sight. Literally just drop straight down. I knew
instantly this was not just some construction mishap. This was a major
catastrophe. The ground continued to rumble, and suddenly there was almost
nothing between me and the houses along the rim of the old quarry, a mile
south.

  As people began to realize something was going on, cars were stopping in
the middle of Sunbelt Ave.I felt like I was in a scene from the movie 2012
as I maneuvered through an obstacle course of stopped cars. I was hoping
against hope I could get to my friend Gary. As I got to Broadstreet, I
looked toward the shop, but couldn't see anything. I continued to the next
intersection and turned south. Everything looked normal until I reached the
middle school, which the back side of was across from the new high rise. I
was going to take the side street that I knew ran behind Gary's shop and
alongside the middle school and the high rise.

  When I turned the corner, I came to a screeching stop. The schoolyard and
half the school was missing, along with the high rise and everything
between me and the highway. Just a big black hole with water in it. I got
out of my car and stood there. I knew Gary would have been there waiting
for my appointment. The first thought I had was how was I going to tell my
mother Gary was gone.

  I could see fires in the distance, probably busted gas lines. The whole
thing was so surreal and really was like the movie 2012. Twenty feet in
front of my car, the earth just disappeared. I began hearing emergency
vehicles in the distance, and thought how silly, there's nothing and no one
to save. They're all gone.

  Then I heard something else. A faint cry for help. With everything going
on, I could barely make it out, and couldn't figure out where it was coming
from. Then I heard it again, it seemed to be coming from the schoolyard
that wasn't there. I rushed over to the edge and looked down. A boy was
hanging from a chain link fence a few feet down.

  "I see you Buddy. I'll get help."

  "Please don't go. I can't hold on much longer. Help me. Please!"

  I tried to pull on the fence, but it wouldn't budge. There's no telling
how much of the fence was dead weight on it, plus the boy. I couldn't see
anything useful around. Then I had a bright idea. I took off my jeans, lay
on the edge and dangled one pant leg down to him as I held the other.

  "Grab this, and don't look down," I yelled to him.

  He looked at me as if I was crazy. Like, `I'm supposed to let go of a
metal fence for a pant leg?'

  "Denim is one of the strongest materials around," I said, trying to
convince him to trust me.

  He wrapped his hand around the pant leg, and slowly let some of his
weight onto it, before letting go with his other hand. He used his feet to
climb as I pulled him up. When he was close enough, I grabbed the waistband
of his shorts and heaved him up beside me.

  "Oh my god. Thank you!" he said, throwing himself into my arms.

  With all the excitement, I was still lying there in the mud and wet
grass, trying to keep my heart from beating out of my chest. After a minute
of relieving hugs, I peeled him off me. "Where do you live? I'll get you
home," I asked as I got to my feet.

  "7770 Broadstreet." He stood and slipped in the mud, almost going over
the edge again.

  I caught him just in time, and pulled him away. Shit! That is the address
of the highrise that dropped out of sight. I know because they had a big
sign in front with the numbers 7770. We heard a noise, and turned to see a
house on the other side of the school slide down, and out of sight.

  "Actually, we need to get away from here." I grabbed my jeans off the
ground to pull them on. The boy was staring at me as I did it. His line of
sight was my crotch, so I looked down to see my wet and muddy boxer briefs
clinging to my junk, making it quite noticeable.

  One of the secrets Gary kept for me, especially from my father, was that
I'm gay. Not just gay either, I like boys, specifically teen boys. Here I
stand with one staring at my crotch, so I had a natural reaction, and
started to chub up. I hurriedly pulled my jeans on, but not before giving
him a nice view.

  "What's your name?" I asked as I led him to my car.

  "Bentley."

  "No, it's a BMW, not a Bentley," I remarked.

  He chuckled, "No, my name is Bentley, but everyone calls me Ben."

  "Shit. My bad. Hop into my BMW, Bentley."

  I put the gear shift in reverse so I could turn around, and saw Ben
scanning the skyline. I know he was looking for his building. "Um... I
don't see..."

  "We need to make a couple of stops on the way, but we should get as far
from here as possible right now," I said, interrupting him, and hopefully
taking his mind off what he was thinking.

  I headed north, passing numerous emergency vehicles along the way. Ben
continued to look toward where his building should be, but didn't say
anything. I came to a stop at Walmart. Knowing that in times like this,
people start hoarding bottled water, so that's what I did.

  "What do you think happened?" Ben asked as we walked across the parking
lot.

  "I think it was a cave in. We'll find out more soon. In the meantime, I
want you to pick out a few changes of clothes, it might be awhile before we
can get you home. I'll meet you at the cashier's stand in a few minutes."

  I grabbed one of their flat trollies and headed to the bottled water. I
stacked cases of small bottles and a few five gallon bottles on the
trolley. Remembering there were two of us, I grabbed more of each. I tried
to think about what else might become scarce under these circumstances, but
couldn't come up with anything. I knew that water would be the major
concern, considering all that shit just fell into our water supply.

  I met Ben at the checkout stand, then back to the car. It's a good thing
I had an SUV, because all that water took up most of the space inside. I
could tell news had gotten out, because there was a line of cars trying to
get into the lot as we left. I got lucky, because I know they'd start
limiting the amount of water each customer could buy.

  Ben was quiet as we proceeded north. I didn't turn on the radio, because
I knew there would be constant coverage of the disaster. All around us were
the sounds of sirens headed to the cave in. "It's really bad, isn't it?"
Ben finally said.

  "We'll just have to wait and see," was all I could manage. I pulled into
my garage and closed the door behind us. "Let's just stack these in here
for now, we'll get them in as needed," I said as I opened the back of the
car. Ben helped unload the car without a word.

  My house is in a nice middle class neighborhood called Oak Stone. I led
Ben in through the kitchen door. He was eerily quiet as he sat on the sofa
in the living room. I thought about turning on the tv, but decided that was
probably a bad idea. So I sat beside Ben trying to think of something
positive or comforting to say.

  His face was a mixture of emotions. I could see the tears forming in his
eyes, as he turned to look at me. "I was waiting for my friend Reed. We
were going to shoot some hoops. All of a sudden I felt the ground
shaking. I thought it was an earthquake. I wanted to run home to check on
my family. I jumped the fence, and then everything just dropped. I managed
to hang on to the fence, but the ground came out from under me."

  The tears started flowing as he wrapped his arms around me. "It's
gone... I should've been able to see my building, but it wasn't there. My
parents... my little sister... gone."

  "Maybe they weren't home. Maybe they..."

  "They were there. Porsche wanted to watch "Frozen" for the millionth
time," he half chuckled through his tears. "Mom was making popcorn when I
left."

  I ran my hand over his wavy hair trying to sooth him. It dawned on me, I
had a teen boy in my arms. A really cute teen boy, whose elbow is digging
into my crotch. Damn it! I shouldn't be getting an erection. The poor boy
just lost his entire family.

  I looked down and noticed my shirt was covered in dried mud. I must have
been a sight going into Walmart like that. But then, it was Walmart,
they've seen worse I'm sure. And I remembered my now flakey mud covered
crotch, below his elbow, and his expression as he stared at it
earlier. That thought made my cock throb.

  Ben sniffled a little then giggled. "Your dick just jumped."

  "I'm sorry," I said as I started to stand.

  "Please don't go, I don't want to be alone right now," Ben begged.

  "I'm covered in mud. I need a shower."

  "Can I come with you?"

  "Uh Ben..."

  "It's okay, I know you're hard. I really don't want to be alone."

  I didn't respond, just headed to my room. Ben was right behind me as I
turned on the shower and started to undress. His eyes never left me as I
dropped my jeans and shirt into the hamper. I hesitated a moment to give
him a chance to avert his eyes, before peeling off my muddy underwear. My
hard seven and a half inches swung out, and I heard a slight gasp from Ben.

  I stepped into the shower under the spray, and began to lather my body
with soap. Knowing he was watching me made my cock remain stiff. I would
have stroked out a good one, but he was watching every move I made. I saved
my cock for last, afraid I would shoot a load as soon as I touched it. I
managed to hold off, and grabbed a towel off the rack.

  I stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around my waist. "I'm
pretty muddy too, can I shower?" Ben asked.

  Hoping for a chance to go to my room and take care of things, I said
"Sure," and started for the door.

  "Please don't leave me alone."

  As I said, I like teen boys. Having one watch me shower was fodder for
many masturbation sessions. Getting a chance to see one shower, a total
dream come true. I was going to burn every moment of this into my memory.

  I sat on the toilet lid as Ben began undressing. He didn't seem hesitant
at all as he pulled his shirt off over his head. Then, while looking into
my eyes, slid his shorts down and off. He was wearing tighty whities and
his rigid dick was pointing up toward his belly button. He grinned at me,
then proceeded to peel the intrusive cloth from his body. It was my turn to
gasp as his teen dick came into view. Extremely hard, standing almost
against his belly. It was probably close to five inches long and about an
inch in diameter. It was that pale color that only young teens have, and
the glans almost glowed in its perfection. There was a small patch of light
brown whispies at its base, and I estimated him to be around thirteen. My
absolute favorite age for a boy.

  As he showered, he watched me watching him. He put on quite a show,
slowly soaping up and rinsing off each part of his body. Only turning his
back to me to run the soap up his butt crack and bending slightly to allow
the water to rinse away the suds. If I had touched myself, I surely would
have shot a huge load instantly.

  "I just realized," he said, exiting the shower stall, "I owe you my life,
and I don't even know your name."

  Tearing my eyes away from his dick, I replied, "It's Jake. But you don't
owe me your life." I thought about adding "just some of that body will do,"
but didn't say it.

  He finished drying off and wrapped the towel around his waist. We entered
my bedroom, both of us tenting our towels. I went to my closet and pulled
out two robes and handed one to him. He didn't hesitate to whisk the towel
away and don the robe.

  "Well, thank you for saving me just the same. I couldn't have held on
much longer, that fence was tearing my fingers up," he said, examining his
hand.

  I looked at it and saw bloody lines across his fingers where his weight
had caused the metal fencing to cut into his skin. Grateful for any
distraction, I said, "Let's get something on that before it gets infected."

  As I doctored his wounds, he stood there with the robe just hanging
open. He hadn't tied the belt around it. I couldn't concentrate on what I
was doing because his still hard dick was totally on display. "Did you need
help tying that?"

  "You didn't give me a belt."

  "It should be hanging through the loops," I said as I reached around him
to locate the belt.

  "Sorry, I didn't notice."

  Even with it tied, the robe swallowed him. He's not a big kid for his
age, at least not in stature. "So, you're what, about thirteen?"

  "Yeah, how'd you know?"

  "Just a guess."

  "My friend Reed and I..." he stuttered at the reminder of his friend. "We
have the same birthday."  Tears began forming in his eyes again. "He's gone
too. I have no one left. Even my school is gone."

  It was a good thing it was Saturday, the school was empty.I wrapped my
arms around him. "Shh shh, You don't know for sure he's gone. Maybe he
wasn't in the area yet."

  "That street you were parked on, it runs right to his house. You saw,
everything between us and the freeway was gone, including his house. If he
was home or on his way, he's gone."

  That street did run to a small subdivision called "The Fareways" which
circled around the back side of the golf course. I remembered seeing the
freeway in the distance.  Ben was right, that subdivision was gone.

  I wrapped a bandage around his hand. "How about something to eat?"

  I could see he wasn't really interested in food, but he nodded, and
followed me to the kitchen. He sat quietly at the breakfast table while I
threw together some ham and cheese sandwiches. Without thinking about it, I
cut the crust off the sandwiches, just before setting the plate in front of
him. When I sat down, I saw big tears dripping from his downturned face.

  "My mom always cuts the crust off for me too."

  "I'm sorry Ben."

  "What am I gonna do? My family's gone. I have no place to go. Porsche was
only five years old."

  "Your name is Bentley, and your sister's Porsche, really?"

  "Yeah. My dad's name is Ford. He always said he loved the name, hated the
car. He named us after better cars," Ben said with a reminiscent chuckle.

  "He sounds like a great guy." I purposely didn't use past tense.

  My cell phone rang. "Hi Mom... Yeah I'm fine... I was on my way to my
appointment when it happened... I think so. He would've been waiting for
me... We'll just have to wait and see.... Love you too Mom. Bye."

  By the look on his face, I could tell Ben wishes he could talk to his
mom. I felt bad that he heard us. A shadow of total hopelessness fell over
his face. "What am I supposed to do?"

  "For now, you're staying with me. It's gonna be absolute chaos out there
for a few days. No one will have any answers about anything. When the dust
settles a little, we'll get you sorted out."

  "Shouldn't you okay it with your wife first?"

  "Don't have one."

  "Girlfriend then."

  "Don't have one of those either. I'm blissfully free of women. I think I
might have fallen in love with my right hand though."

  He chuckled at my joke, and nodded knowingly.

  "What about you? Wife? Girlfriend?"

  He smiled. "No. Unlike you, I know I'm in love with my right hand."

  Cute. Under better circumstances he'd be a lot of fun to be around. "So,
still a virgin then, huh?"  I was glad I found a subject that could take
his mind off other problems.

  "Kinda."

  "Kinda? How does that work? Is that like only a little pregnant? Either
you are or you're not."

  "Duh, no, I'm not pregnant. Oh! You meant virgin. Well, I've never been
with a girl. But me and Reed..." His friend came to mind again and I could
tell it upset him. "Well, me and Reed messed around a little." He said it
as if that part of his life was over too, and the tears started again.

  I reached over and patted his leg. "Look Ben, there's nothing definite
yet. Reed and maybe even your family may be alright. Let's try to think
positive for now." Of course that was easy for me to say. The earth hadn't
just opened up and swallowed my whole life.

  He sat up straight, threw his shoulders back and said, "You're right. For
now, I'm just spending some time with a friend. A very dear friend," he
said, patting my hand that was still resting on his leg. "You know, I was
supposed to spend tonight at Reed's house. We had plans. So I guess the
only thing that has changed is the friend."

  I was glad to see him strengthen his resolve. "That's the spirit. We're
just two friends spending some time together," I replied, happy to see him
perk up. "So, what did you all have planned? I'm afraid I don't have an
Xbox."

  "You have a computer, don't you?"

  "Yep, I have a fine computer."

  "Good. We were gonna watch some porn and have sex."

  "Um... I..."

  "Oh come on. You can't say you don't want me. You've been hard since we
got here," he said as he reached inside my robe and grabbed my
cock. "You're quite a bit bigger than Reed, but that's ok with me."

  Obviously the boy was in some kind of shock. It wouldn't be right to take
advantage of him in this state. No more than taking advantage of someone
who got drunk and passed out. No matter how many times I had dreamed of
being with a willing boy, it just wasn't right!

  Then he stood, slowly untied his robe, and slid it off his
shoulders. There it was, a foot away from my face. A thirteen year old dick
just begging to be sucked. I glanced into his eyes, he smiled. "You do want
it, don't you Jake?"

  In answer, I engulfed that beautiful dick in my mouth like my life
depended on it. My first teen dick since I was a teen myself. Nothing
could've prepared me for the absolute bliss of having it in my mouth. The
thrill of having it slide along my tongue to the back of my mouth, as my
nose pressed into those sparse pubes at its base. His hands went to my
head, as mine went to his butt cheeks to dictate a rhythm of face fucking
me. Ben picked up the cadence quickly, and soon delivered the sweetest
nectar in the world onto my tongue. I reached up and fondled his hairless
ball sack, as I continued to nurse on his wilting dick.

  What is it about a dick you've just sucked, that you want to nurse on it
longer, then admire it for a minute, then take it back into your mouth
again? That's what I did to Ben, until he drew away from me, and led me to
the sofa. He untied the sash on my robe and pulled it off me.

  "You're much bigger than Reed, but I can't wait to taste you."

  He sat on the floor between my legs, lifted my cock off my belly, and
looked at it longingly. I was afraid I would cum instantly as he slowly
lowered his lips to my cock. I watched in awe as this beautiful teen boy
who had just lost his entire world slid his mouth down my cock. He took in
the head and a couple of inches, and began bobbing on it. After a minute,
he took his mouth off and licked down the shaft to my balls, sucking each
into his mouth one at a time. Then he licked back up the shaft and around
the head before taking it in again. He added more suction and bobbed
quicker, obviously trying for the prize at the end. I obliged him by
filling his mouth with my load. He swallowed all and continued to lick and
suck on it. After a minute, he sat back on his haunches, still stroking and
admiring my cock. As it softened, he leaned forward to take it into his
mouth again for a final minute of worship.

  Ben sat on the sofa beside me, I noticed his renewed erection standing
proudly in his lap. "So you and ... your friend planned on blowing each
other?"

  "No. His parents were going out this evening, so we planned to do
everything."

  "Uh... Everything?"

  "Yeah. We've traded blow jobs before, well only once actually. I've blown
him a few times. Today, he was going to fuck me. Now, it looks like you get
to do it instead."

  For a moment, I thought of his poor friend. Dieing in what was probably
one of the worst disasters in history, on the very day he was going to get
his first piece of ass. Tragic. Then my mind went to watching Ben shower,
and running the soap through the crack of that incredible ass, and now I
was given a opportunity to fuck that ass. The thought made my cock rise to
the occasion.

  Ben smiled. "I see you like the idea."

  "Uh yeah. But there are things you need to do before just jumping into
something like that."

  "I know, I did all that. I've been looking forward to this day for over a
year. Reed and I..." he paused at the thought of his friend, then squared
his shoulders bravely again. "Reed and I have been friends forever. We've
talked a lot about sex over the last couple of years.One day I told him he
sucked at basketball, he said `Blow me asshole.' I said `I will if you
will.' He gave me a funny look, then said `Okay.' So we traded blow
jobs. Afterward I told him I thought I was gay. He said he hadn't been sure
himself, but after sucking my dick he was now positive he was
straight. After that, whenever we had a sleepover, I'd blow him, and he'd
jerk me off. A couple of months ago he said he'd like to fuck Trish
Donovan's ass. I told him I had been wanting to try that too, but on the
receiving end. He laughed and said he'd be glad to do it for me.When he
realized I was serious, we started planning today."

  Mental images of the two of them experimenting together went through my
mind as he was telling me all this. I was now as hard as a diamond.

  Ben reached into my lap and gripped my cock. "We're gonna need a bed and
a lot of lube."

  I had been feeling guilty about taking advantage of the poor boy in his
grief. But as I lubed my cock and looked at that tight teen hole, the earth
could've caved in below me, I was still going to tap that ass on the way
down.

  Ben was laying there with his arms holding his knees up, butt in the air
in offering. He moaned as I slid in a finger, moaned again when I added a
second, and grunted with the third. Ready or not, I was going in. I lined
up and pressed on. His hole surrendered to the assault, and I began to sink
into heaven.

  "Oh God! You're a lot thicker than the candle I used back there," Ben
groaned.

  I eased up a little, but began moving in and out, still gaining depth on
each stroke. Ben wrapped his arms around my neck, and his legs went to my
back. "Kiss me while you fuck me, Jake," Ben demanded.

  I had been wanting to, but didn't know how he'd feel about it. Kissing to
some people is a lot more intimate than taking a cock in their ass. As our
lips met, Ben became even more passionate. Our tongues wrestled as he
moaned and grunted with each thrust. When my balls pressed against his butt
cheek he whispered to me, "You're all the way inside me. Oh God, I knew I
would love it. Fuck me Jake. Fuck me good."

  After already cumming once in his mouth, I was able to hold out a long
time. I gave him long slow strokes, then short rapid strokes and even some
hard hammering strokes. He loved it all, moaning constantly and calling out
my name. I've had very little experience at all, and this was my first time
to be in an ass, but I don't think I could ever find a more willing and
responsive lover. He pumped his ass up at me in perfect rhythm to whatever
I was doing. Whether kissing like seasoned lovers, or rutting like animals,
we were in harmony. Then Ben raised his feet into the air and grabbed my
butt, humping up at me frantically. "Don't stop Jake, I'm gonna cum. Oh
God! Fuck me hard! Yesss..." His chute gripped my cock like a vice as he
squirted his load between our bellies. Three strokes later, I filled him
with my juice. "I feel it. You're cumming in me. I love it. Give it all to
me."

  I slid in and out of him slowly till my cock began to wilt, then I rolled
off, exhausted. Ben smiled at me, then stretched like a contented cat,
before rolling into my arms and kissing me. "That was wonderful," he said,
running his fingers up and down my chest. "I feel somehow... complete
now. I needed your cum to make me whole."

  That was the first time I ever heard anything like that. I have to say,
it was thrilling. His hand trailed down to my now limp cock. "I want to try
doggy style next."

  "I'm not thirteen. It's gonna be awhile before I'm ready again," I
chuckled.

  "That's ok, I'll just play while you recharge. I love your dick. Even
when it's soft."

  This boy is a dream come true. Maybe that's it. Maybe I was struck on the
head in all that mess. I'm probably lying in a hospital bed,
comatose. That's the only possible explanation for this wondrous boy being
in my life. If that's the case, I never want to wake up.

  Ben examined me from sphincter to glans. I'm not really sure what he
found so interesting, but I wasn't going to question him. And after about
ten minutes, it started to respond to his touch. When he noticed it
reacting, he stroked it a few times and said, "I'll have this back up me in
no time."

  Well that was all it needed to hear to be back like an iron bar. He
turned onto his hands and knees waving his butt at me. "Here boy. Good
doggy." So I mounted him like a dog, sliding in balls deep in one
push. "Oh, yes! A very good doggy. Fuck me hard Jake." I grabbed his waist
and pounded him like a jackhammer. If he hadn't been making incredible sex
noises, I would have felt guilty for how hard I fucked him.This boy was
made for taking cock. So I gave it to him. And he purred in contentment as
I did. I felt his hole grip me like a vice again and he screamed out his
orgasm, and I emptied myself inside him again.That was the end of me. We
both collapsed onto the bed and passed out.

  When next I woke, it was sunset. I thought I should get my new houseguest
some sustenance. While I was preparing our dinner, Ben came in, naked and
rubbing his eyes. He came over and leaned on me. "I think you fucked me
unconscious."

  Reality eventually reared its ugly head again. Our meal was eaten in
silence. I knew Ben was thinking about his family and friends. Probably a
lot of his classmates lived in that area. So I went back to the one subject
I knew would take his mind off the situation.

  "So, was it what you expected?"

  He looked at me questioningly, as if I was speaking about his
loss. "Fucking. Was it like you expected it would be?

  "No, it was way better. It's funny... I guess I've known I'm gay since I
was nine or ten. Or at least different from the other guys somehow. As I
got older, when I would jerk off, I'd stick my finger in my butt and like
how it felt. Then that first time I sucked Reed's dick, I knew I wanted it
in my ass. I started playing with a candle, so I could take his dick when
we got around to it. When you saved me, and I saw you in your muddy
underwear, I thought `I wonder what that would feel like.'
After... everything, I feel guilty because I enjoyed it so much. I mean,
I've lost everything, and all I could think about was getting your cock."

  "There's no reason to feel guilty. We really don't know for sure about
anything yet. At your age, sex is the predominant thing on a boy's mind,
and it was what you and Reed planned for today. And I've been trying to
keep your mind off other things. So don't feel guilty."

  Ben nodded in acceptance. "What do you think is gonna happen now?" he
asked.

  "Right now the media is sensationalizing it. Soon, the city and state and
probably the U.S. government will go into Disaster management
mode. Assessing damage, counting ... um victims, possible future damage,
eventual cleanup, and of course finger pointing. It will be a couple of
days before we know for sure about your family. I assume there will be a
list of suspected victims posted online where names can be added or taken
off as information becomes available."

  I still didn't want to turn on the tv, so we played card games until it
got pretty late. We'd already had sex, and remained naked since, but I
didn't want to presume he wanted to sleep with me. When I led Ben to the
guest room he said, "Can't I sleep with you?"

  If it wasn't for the disaster, this would be a dream world to me. Sex
with a teen boy, then sleeping with him, and waking up in the morning with
him still in my bed, all were fantasies come true.

  Again, not wanting to assume anything, when we got into bed, I avoided
contact. Ben was having none of that, and rolled into my arms, resting his
head on my shoulder. His hand slid down to my cock and started playing with
it. Of course It was hard again in seconds. When it met his requirements,
Ben slid down and sucked it into his mouth. His hand slipped under to palm
my balls as he bobbed up and down on my cock. He was a talented cocksucker
for sure, either by nature or practice, and quickly had me on
edge. Recognizing the signs, he slowed his efforts to prolong the
pleasure. He took it out of his mouth to nuzzle it along the top down to my
pubes and back. Licking the crown drew moans from me, and I thrust up at
him trying to get it back into his mouth. He decided to be merciful, and
took it back inside to finish me off. Adding more suction and bobbing
faster, I was ready in no time. The first spurt sent him further down so
the second went directly into his throat. He took my entire load, gulping
it down gratefully. As it began to soften, he took his mouth off my cock,
just to squeeze and draw out the last drop to lick off the tip. Then back
into his mouth for a final minute of homage.

  When he was satisfied with the results, he backed off. I grabbed his hips
and guided him up to straddle my chest. His teen dick soon found my mouth,
and he held onto the headboard as he fucked my face. I surrendered to the
beautiful teen as his balls bounced off my chin with every thrust. Soon I
felt him tense, and his thrusts became erratic. He grabbed my head and
pushed in deep to unload his manna into my throat. He allowed me to nurse
on it for a few minutes before taking it from me and laying down. Snuggling
up beside me, Ben kissed my cheek and went to sleep.

 The next day after breakfast, I finally turned on the tv. I first warned
Ben that the coverage would be nothing but negative and gruesome, and to
not get too worried yet. I was right of course. It was a constant loop of
the scene from a helicopter flyover. Reporters covering everything from
interviews to recovery costs, could be heard. The death toll could only be
estimated. But the fact was, an area roughly a mile and a half by a mile
and a half dropped out of existence, including two large shopping centers
(one contained Gary's shop), two smaller strip malls, one huge Methodist
church (locally referred to as the Methodome), three nursing homes, two
housing subdivisions (including where Reed lived), one Catholic church
(actually a retirement center for priests), a massive four story
condominium, two high rise condos (including Ben's building), the new high
rise, one seven story office building, two four story office buildings, one
five story office building, two small banks, one pharmacy, one restaurant
(other than those in shopping centers), two schools, and the golf
course. All now under six hundred feet of water.

  The surrounding area had been evacuated in case the earth wasn't finished
fucking with us. Engineers and other `experts' were brought in to assess
the situation (better late than never I guess). The number one concern was
the water. What would all that shit do to the only source of water? Marine
salvage companies were coming in from all over the globe. For every ten
automobiles down there, an estimated one hundred and twenty gallons of gas
and oil would eventually make it into the water. Bodies that were inside a
structure could be recovered, those that weren't inside would be carried
elsewhere on the heavy currents that flowed down there, and could pop up
anywhere in the state. Chemicals and other pollutants needed to be removed
as soon as possible. One miracule was, there were no gas stations in the
affected area. The closest one was on Sunbelt several blocks from the
middle school.

  Ben and I stayed glued to the tv most of the day. From what was being
said, it was believed the problem started at the construction site, or at
least, it was the first to be affected by whatever happened. After it fell,
there was a chain reaction throughout the area. Things just began dropping
out of sight. The high rise Ben lived in was mentioned as an example of how
things just dropped straight down. People inside had no warning and would
have drowned before knowing what was happening. If by some miracle they
could have gotten out, they would have been swept away by currents before
making it to the surface.

  After hearing that, Ben began to cry. "We still don't know for certain,
Ben. They mentioned a website that was being setup to list names. Let's
wait until then at least before thinking the worst."

  He didn't respond so I tried a little humor. "Well, one good thing to
come of this is the insurance companies are really going to take it up the
ass."

  Ben cracked a smile for a minute then said, "Speaking of taking it up the
ass, meet me in the bedroom and let's see if I can."

  A thirteen year old's mind is never far from his dick, or in this case,
his ass. I wasn't about to argue with the boy, and soon I was pounding his
ass into the mattress. Ben loved it, calling out to God, and me. Afterward
I asked him to fuck me. I'd never done it, so I thought I'd start with his
small cock. Well, when it's going in your ass, it doesn't feel so
small. And I don't know if he's just that talented, or if it was because it
was him doing it, but I loved the hell out of it. I wondered how good he
would be if we didn't have this disaster hanging over our heads.

  The next day we found the website with the list of suspected
victims. People were encouraged to add the names of any loved ones who may
have been in the area and haven't been heard from. Ben scrolled down the
list and found his last name, and the name of his mother, sister, and his
own name. He started crying again.

  "My family's gone. I'm all alone."  He cried as he scrolled further down
and found Reed's parents' names but not Reed's. "Should we add his name?"
Ben asked.

  "Do you know for sure he's gone? Look, they have his parents down, why
not him if he's dead? And did you notice that your name is on the list but
your father's isn't? They must have gotten the names of the occupants of
your building, which would include your father, but he's not on the
list. No one's heard from you, so you're on the list. Does your father have
a cell phone?"

  "Yeah, but I don't know the number. I just called him from my contact
list. My phone was in my backpack that went down with everything else."

  "Where does he work?"

  "At the bank on San Pablo."

  What is it with businesses these days that make you go through some
stupid atomated system and not actually speak to a human being? It took
three calls and twenty minutes before I actually spoke to a person in the
new accounts department.

  "You want to speak to the president of the bank, and you don't know his
number? Well, I'm sorry, he's very busy and not taking calls."

  "He'll take this call. Tell him it's about his son."

  "How cruel! His son died in that awful cave in! You should be arrested
for..."

  "God damn it! Just give him the message!"

  "Hello?"

  I handed the phone to Ben. "Dad!"

  "Oh my god Ben! Where are you?"

  Twenty minutes later, my doorbell rang. I've never witnessed a more
joyful reunion. Hugs and tears abound.

  "I thought I'd lost you forever," Ford said through his tears.

  "I thought you were with Mom and Porsche."

  "I couldn't bear watching that movie again, so I made an excuse to go
into the office."

  "Oh... Uh Dad, this is Jake. He saved my life."

  He shook my hand. "I can't thank you enough, Jake."

  Ben went on to tell about the fence and me hanging my pants down to pull
him up. Ford told Ben about almost running over his friend Reed who was
darting away from the area on his bike.

  "Reed's alive?"

  "Yes, he's been staying with me at a hotel until his aunt can come get
him. He was so upset thinking we lost you. I'm afraid he lost his whole
family too."

  "You're living in a hotel? You're more than welcome to stay here until
you find another place to live."

  "I wouldn't want to impose, you've already done so much," Ford said,
giving his son another hug.

  "It's not a problem. I've gotten used to Ben being around. And it's times
like this when people need each other the most. What are friends for?"

  It took awhile, but Ford relented and agreed to stay. He went back to his
office, and Ben and I went to pick up Reed. That was another tearful
reunion. Driving back to my house, the two boys rode in the back seat. I
heard Reed whisper, "I'm sorry we didn't get to... you know."

  "It's ok, I did."

  "You did? With Jake?"

  "Yeah, it was great. Maybe we can still do it later," Ben said with a
smile.

  When we got home I said, "I'm sure you two have a lot to catch up on. I
need to get clean linens in the guest rooms, so why don't you use my room
to catch up. I need to change those sheets later too."

  After I put fresh linens in the first room, I definitely heard sex noises
coming from my room as I headed to the other guest room. I wanted to listen
at the door, better yet watch, but I didn't. Just the thought of two
thirteen year old boys going at it had me rock hard. And it was happening
right behind that door.

  I finished getting the guest rooms ready, and was waiting in the living
room when the boys came in, completely naked. Reed wasn't as attractive as
Ben, nor as well hung, but he was a teen boy which in itself was enticing.

  They walked right up to me, "We worked up quite a thirst, can we get
something to drink?" Ben asked with a big grin.

  "Um... Sure," I said while staring at Reed's dick, knowing it had just
been inside Ben.

  They came back from getting bottled water and stood in front of me
again. "Want to find out if Reed's cum makes a good lube?" Ben asked.

  Ben is one horny boy. He wanted me to fuck him right after his friend
did, and his friend would be there too. I hadn't denied him anything yet, I
wasn't going to start now. I was half naked by the time we got to my
bedroom. It was obvious the bed had been fucked in, and was going to be
again.

  "Reed did me doggy, so you get missionary. That way you can suck Reed
while you fuck me," Ben said as he lay on his back and threw his knees to
his chest. Reed watched in awe as my much larger cock penetrated his
friend. "God I love your cock Jake."

  When I started pounding Ben, Reed stood on the bed straddling his
friend. I leaned forward and sucked his four inch dick while I stroked in
and out of Ben. Talk about a fantasy come true, fucking a teen and a teen
dick in my mouth at the same time. I wonder if I could find another teen
for my ass.

  "Yeah, suck his dick...Dicks are great...We need more dicks..."Ben moaned
as I fucked him and sucked his friend. His eyes were glued to the action on
his friend, he reached down and stroked his own dick about three times and
blew his load on his belly

  Reed saw his friend squirt, and grabbed my head, shoving in as deep as
his dick allowed. I swallowed Reed's load and deposited mine in Ben,
thankfully before Ford returned from work. We were all fully clothed and
looking innocent when he arrived.

  "It's pure bedlam out there. Hotels and restaurants are packed. Displaced
people and the outsiders coming to help, just bedlam. Heavy machinery has
traffic backed up.Staging areas forced even more people from their
homes. They're starting to haul things up and have to put it all
someplace. Huge tents are set up in streets where the divers are stacking
bodies they bring up... " He looked at Ben for a moment. "Our building was
one of the first to be searched because it's totally intact. They've found
Porsche and your mother." His eyes filled with tears, but he continued with
his update.

  "I'm sorry, Reed. They haven't found your family yet. Some of the houses
broke apart before dropping in, and with the currents, things drifted and
collided with other things, that area is basically a pile of rubble down
there."

  "What about Lincoln Square?"I asked, hoping for some news about Gary.

  "When the new building fell, it destroyed a big part of it. Then the rest
broke up as it collapsed into the hole bit by bit. It seems that the bigger
buildings fell almost intact, because of the amount of digging they did to
erect them, the foundation below them just fell, whereas beneath the
smaller buildings it crumbled gradually.

  "There's gonna be a memorial service on Saturday. One week after the
event. They expect to know the... totals by then. Right now they're
estimating between eleven and thirteen thousand."

  Ford's update put us all in a somber mood. The three of them were huddled
together on the sofa, crying. I suggested fried chicken take out for
dinner, and went to get it so the mourners could have some time to grieve
together.

  Dinner was quiet. Ford finally broke the silence by saying, "Jake, I
really appreciate you letting us stay here. Because of the situation, the
hotels are price gouging, but I can afford to stay elsewhere if you get
tired of us."

  "It's really not a problem. I live here by myself, and it gets
lonely. It's good to have company for a change.

  Ford helped me clean up after dinner, and the boys went to one of the
guest rooms. I found out his grandfather was the founder of the bank, which
explained how he was in such a high position at such a young age. He was
only thirty eight, and looked even younger. He'd married his high school
girlfriend soon after graduating college. He admitted she had been his only
girlfriend and since he had gone to a local college he hadn't dated anyone
else.

  "I know it's odd in this day and age, but we were both virgins until high
school senior year, and I've never been with anyone else. I don't know if
I'll ever even date another woman, it's all so foreign to me."

  When we finished, Ford went towards the bathroom, but I noticed him stop
in the hall outside the guest room. He turned his head so he could hear
better, and saw me standing there. He waved me over and pointed to the
door.

  There were pretty obvious sex sounds coming from the guest room. If the
moaning and skin slapping noise wasn't enough, Ben's cry of "Fuck me Reed,"
left no doubt.

  As he listened intently, I saw Ford's hand squeeze his crotch. He seemed
frozen to the spot, so I took his arm and pulled him away. "Do you think
they're really uh fucking?" he whispered to me in the living room.

  I nodded. "Ford, I know this has been a terrible time for you, but you
might as well get all the bad news at once. Ben's gay."

  He looked at me incredulously. "You knew? How did you... Have you fucked
him too?"

  He sounded more curious than accusing, so I nodded. I went on to tell him
the whole story. The more he heard, the more he tugged at his crotch. I
could see the outline of his erection.

  When I finished he said, "You're so lucky. I've wanted to have sex with a
boy since I was a boy myself. And Bentley is hot as fuck. I've watched him
grow up, lusting for him the whole time. But shit, he's my son and all, so
I couldn't do anything. God, you should see that boy in a speedo. It's
enough to make your mouth water."

  We went back down the hall, they were still going at it. We heard Reed
say, "Get on your knees, I want to fuck you like a bitch."

  I took Ford's arm again, only this time I led him to my room. I closed
the door behind us and got down on my knees. He didn't hesitate to unzip
and pull out his cock for me to swallow.

  Of course his cock wasn't as pretty as his son's, but it was bigger, and
a nice cock just the same. His was more mature, but similar in shape. As I
slid my lips down it's length, I reached up and fondled his balls too,
eliciting a moan from Ford. I'm sure he was imagining what was going on in
the next room as I worked my mouth up and down his cock. Come to think of
it, so was I.

  I remembered fucking Ben as I blew Reed and wishing I had another boy in
my ass. Ford wasn't a teen boy, but I wondered if I might get the chance to
play that scene out. Would Ford want to fuck me? He mentioned wanting to be
with a boy, he didn't say anything about a man. But he wasn't stopping me
from sucking his cock either.

  Ford was really getting into the blow job, moaning and thrusting his hips
into my sucking mouth. I was enjoying it too, having limited experience, I
threw myself into the effort, taking as much of his cock as I could. Soon,
Ford grabbed my head and pushed as deep as he could without killing me, and
unleashed a huge load of cum for me to savor. I somehow liked that he took
control and facefucked me at the end.

  "Did you do that for Ben too?"

  "Yes, and Reed."

  "No wonder Ben likes you so much. Reed too? He's only been here a few
hours."

  "Yeah, and this is his second time to fuck Ben since he's been here. And
we had a threesome. Ben is a very horny boy," I explained. "He seems to
want and need a lot of sex. Reed is straight though. He's only doing it
because Ben asked him to. Well, and he's a horny thirteen year old too."

  The boys came out looking a bit sheepish. Neither Ford or I said anything
to them. We decided to watch a movie, but I was more interested in how the
sleeping arrangements would play out. There are three bedrooms, and four
guys.

  "I'll bunk with Dad tonight," Ben volunteered.

  He had been fucked several times today, so I assumed he was tired and
wanted his ass to get some rest. I had just started to drop off to sleep
when I noticed the rhythmic thumping of the head board against the wall
next to my bed. Was Ford fucking his son?

  Then I clearly heard, "Oh. Fuck me Daddy." That answered that question.

  The next day, Ford and I had to go to work. I can only imagine what two
horny thirteen year olds did all day.

  Ford picked up Chinese food for dinner on his way home. We pulled into
the driveway almost simultaneously. We were greeted at the door by two
naked teen boys. I'm sure the shock showed on our faces.

  "What's the big deal? We've all had sex. Well not Dad and Reed, but that
will be remedied tonight. I'm sleeping with Jake, Reed's with Dad."

  Dinner was quiet, but interesting. With fervent glances back and forth
between us all. Afterward, no one said anything as we went to rooms
assigned by Ben.

  Ben moaned as I easily slid into his ass. "Jesus, you're full of cum. How
many times did Reed fuck you today?" I asked him.

  "I think it was six, but I lost count."

  Reed's aunt picked him up a few days later. When he left, he was one
happy camper. He'd spent the days fucking his best friend, and nights with
either Ford or me. I blew him and he fucked me, I assume he did the same
with Ford.

  Ford enrolled Ben in a school near my house. They're still with me. Most
nights we all shared my bed. It takes both Ford and I to keep up with Ben's
sex drive.

  It's been six months since the disaster. Things have finally settled
down. Ben started High school and met a nice boy. He's on the basketball
team. Really tall and well hung. It's good because Ford and I need help
keeping up with the horny little bastard.

  Author's note.

  Although the disaster is fake, the area and aquifer is very real.
Everything I described is exactly as I said.  I only hope something like
this never really happens.


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