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Imagine a world undergoing systemic collapse. Whether it is war, economic depletion or climate change, it really doesn't matter. Lawlessness, privation and death stalk the land. This story takes place 8 or 10 years after, when the survivors are struggling to stay alive in a world that can't seem to repair itself. The population is crashing. It is a new Dark Age.
"You know there is only a few things in life that really count, one is food, one is staying dry and plus, a few other things,"
spoken by Raif.
Kids at the End of the World
Part 1: Max and Newt:
The fact that both boys were in need of a bath did not worry either one of them. Max was the older one and at fourteen, he had been on his own since the collapse. He was wearing a old red hoody and gray track pants. He had on a truckers cap with the hood pulled up over it. The hood and cap could not contain his long black hair that fell out all around his face at times obscuring it. Still looking down, he spat defiantly at the dirt.
The small boy next to him had always been called Newt. He was nine. His dirty blond hair was between one and six inches in length, chop-cut in a chaotic fashion. His face was dirty and he was smoking the remains of a cigarette. His appearance was a contradiction of being both innocent and at the same time, fearsome. Newt was Max's constant companion. His feet were dirty and calloused because he went without shoes or socks. When he lifted up his excessively oversized sweat shirt to urinate you could see that he was completely naked underneath. Max watched Newt pee into the air. When he was finished he turned to the older boy and blew smoke from the last of his cigarette and then, in the manner of an adult, flicked it away. There was nothing left but the filter. The older boy tugged on his cock through his worn track pants and said, "You want some of this?"
Newt wasn't at all surprised. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Sure."
Facing the older boy, Newt reached down into Max's lose pants and took hold of his cock. Max pushed them down and out of the way until they fell down in a pile around his calves. The kid put Max's cock into his mouth. It erected completely. When it did, his cock appeared to be more than Newt could handle but he did it with the ease of familiarity. Newt knew what Max liked and he liked doing it. Max pulled his cock out of the boy's mouth and masturbated quickly, racing towards a conclusion. He was breathing hard. Newt pressed forward and licked Max's balls while he continued to stroke hard.
He began to gasp and huff and then came into the Newt's mouth. Newt swallowed it.
Just after, Max experienced a moment of uncertain limbo that quickly passed.
He reached down and pulled up his pants and the two boys walked off together as if nothing unusual had happened.
Part 2, The Shelter
It was early evening and both boys waited in line at the shelter. No one was allowed in until 5:00 but you had to get there early to get a cot. It was a large institutional room lit with fluorescents that were mostly burnt out or flickering. There were about fifty men and boys from around the area standing in lines or sitting waiting. They generated a low level commotion. They had a meager meal of bread and can corn and diet soda. Max and Newt didn't always stay at the shelter. They each preferred a squat or abandoned house with other kids. There they would stay until they were routed by owners, police or, usually, other gangs.
Newt got a cot next to the wall and Max was next to him. Max considered his duty to protect Newt. Newt had grown as street wise as any adult and was always ready to exploit a situation. He had noticed one row down, a man reclining on a cot, staring at him. He was a good looking man but destitute like everyone else. Max hadn't noticed him and Newt didn't say a word. When he looked back, the man was still looking.
In a room full of men no one noticed the boy and the man watching each other. On separate cots, they faced each other, foot to foot. Max had already gone to sleep. Newt held his sweat shirt aloft in such a way that only the man could see Newt's naked body. spread legs and small vertical erection underneath his shirt. It was exciting to Newt that he held the man's attention so completely. He lifted his leg in the innocent act of having a scratch but he was in fact, displaying his butt hole. He teased the man by slipping his finger in and out of it and then putting it in his mouth. The man was concealing his own erection and was nursing it along in a lust play that he was now engaged in with the strange boy in the opposite cot. Newt pulled his arm inside his shirt so he could jerk off unobserved by anyone except the man. The drama between them went on for some time until he saw the man strain his neck and shake in a repressed rhythm. Newt knew that the man must have cum in his pants. He thought about it and wondered what it would taste like. Newt had his own orgasm. It didn't produce any fluid at all.
Murder in the street was a frequent occurrence and if you had any little thing of value, your life was in danger. Every day was like the last, scrounging for food or pulling off scams to survive. Max looked out for Newt and Newt was always Max's second set of eyes. This was their life and Max and Newt were used to it and in spite of their profound poverty, they were basically happy.
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