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Chapter Six
Christmas morning came without very much light; the sky was lead gray and by noon the snow started to fall. As the small amount of light faded that evening into darkness there was already around 3 or 4 inches of snow on the ground and there were no signs of it stopping. The temperature seemed to have dropped sharply with the arrival of the blizzard as well. Christmas night Maggie encouraged everybody to double up. Laura and Sandra busied themselves moving the cover from Laura's bed onto Sandra's so they could keep warm. Ben pulled the blankets off his bed and heaped them onto Dixon's bed, then they reluctantly took off their outer layers of clothes and quickly got into the bed in their long underwear.
"I'm still chilly" Ben whispered. Dixon pulled him into a spooning position to share his warmth.
Late in the night they woke up to the sound of the wind howling around the house. Downstairs came the sound of their dad adding wood to the fire. Ben looked over at the nightstand but there was nothing but darkness. The alarm clock wasn't on which meant either the amount of snow or the cold had frozen up the turbines supplying power to the houses. He snuggled back closer into Dixon, even though he felt like he was impaling himself at this point since the other boy had a hard protrusion jutting out from his junction of his legs. The flexing of the hard peter against his crack had caused Ben to have a protrusion of his own, but it also brought attention to his need to pee. There was no way they'd be going outside in this weather so he would have to get the chamber pot under the bed. He pulled himself away from Dix and got out of the bed and reached under it searching in the darkness for the pot.
"It's on my side" Dixon whispered. Ben walked around and pulled the chamber pot out and took the lid off. Dixon lit a candle so they could see to hit the pot and not piss in the floor as, by now, he had gotten up to use it too. Nothing was said as they emptied their bladders, then covered the pot and shoved it back under the bed. Ben was already shivering by the time they finished, he climbed into the bed from Dixon's side and scooted over. Dixon blew out the candle and was right behind him, this time Ben ended up in the big spoon position behind Dix with his still semi-hard peter resting in Dixon's crack. A couple of hours later the sound of a tree branch cracking and falling to the ground woke Ben again. He lay in the gray light of what he assumed must be early dawn; he was rock-hard and it was pointing down between Dixon's soft cheeks. As slowly as he could, he reached in front of Dixon to find that he was sporting a matching erection.
"So, what are we going to do about these?" he whispered in Dixon's ear.
Dixon either was or pretended to be asleep. Ben moved his hand around until he found the elastic waistband and slipped under it until he could feel the downy soft hair and the base of the hard cock nestled in it. Dixon still didn't offer any objections so he slowly wrapped his hand around the rod and started the familiar motions. A few minutes later, Dixon finally started moving and pulled the front of the underwear down and tucked them under his balls giving Ben easier access, though to be honest, Ben's left hand left something to be desired.
"If we're going to do this, let's at least make it feel good" he whispered to Ben as he turned over onto his back. Ben nodded and started turning around so his head was toward the foot of the bed with his feet tucked under the pillow. Dix pulled the front of Ben's underwear down and began to stroke his dick in time with the strokes he was receiving on his. They were both getting close pretty fast.
"What are we going to do with the mess?" Dixon asked softly.
The reply was Ben's mouth covering half his dick with its wet heat. Dixon chalked it up as a Christmas gift and clamped his lips down on Ben's as well. Once the sucking started, neither could hold out for long, in a short time they were both swallowing a mouthful of hot cum. Afterward Ben twisted himself back into normal sleeping position. He lay there in thought for a while. He liked sex, even with Dixon, but it really wasn't the same as with Diego; I really must be in love with Diego he thought, smiling to himself. The two nodded off again only to be woke up in about 15 minutes when Jake opened the door and told them to get dressed and come help him dig out a path to the firewood stacks. The got up and used the pot a second time then went downstairs to help out.
Drifts of snow were piling up against the house and the snow continued to fall. The three heavily bundled up guys each grabbed a shovel and started making a path to the woodpile. Each of them grabbed an armload of wood and brought it back to the back porch. The inset of the porch kept most of the snow out. They laid the wood close to the door so it would be easy to open the door and get wood quickly.
"I thought you guys were going to sleep all day" Jake said.
"What? It can't be more than 7 o'clock" Dixon said.
Jake pulled his pocket watch out and showed him the time, it was nearly 11 o'clock. The grayness of the day was deceptive.
"Then, we missed breakfast" Ben said.
"Mom didn't cook any" Jake told them "we didn't have any firewood. I put the last two sticks in the fireplace this morning. Now we can have brunch."
Dixon went back and got another armload of wood to take inside to the kitchen. Maggie warmed up some of the leftover elk stew which they ate gathered around the fireplace. It was the middle of the day and yet outside it looked like dusk and the snow kept falling. After their meal the boys decided to clear a trail to the outhouse and empty their pot from the night before; they ended up being selected to empty all the pots. Afterward, in the already waning light, they cleared a trail to the barn before it got so cold they had to go back inside.
The snow kept up for five solid days. When he woke up on New Year's Eve, the light coming in from the window was almost blinding; Ben was so used to the dim light from the snowy days. The boys retraced their paths, as they'd done every day to keep them open. Today was different though, the snow had stopped so they felt like they wouldn't be doing it in vain this time. According to the thermostat on the porch the temperature was 39 degrees at noon. There was a drip of melting snow coming off the roof melting an outline around the house. That afternoon the ground was actually visible in the areas they'd shoveled. That night Ben took his cover back to his own bed; Dixon looked a little disappointed.
It was more than a week before the snow melted enough to be manageable. Ben had been begging to go check on Diego for several days, finally the road had cleared enough that Jake relented and let the boy go. There were a few spot that were kind of iffy but he managed to get all the way to the Alvarez house. Diego had heard the motor and was waiting for Ben on the porch with his dad.
"How is the road, Ben?" Tony asked.
"Not bad" he answered.
"Hey Ben, you came just in time to help me brush the horses" Diego said, raising an eyebrow.
"Okay, I love the horses" Ben said following Diego out to the stable.
Once inside the stable, Diego whispered "I groomed the horses early this morning."
"Oh! You naughty boy" Ben whispered back. When he turned around Diego had started up the ladder to the hayloft. Ben started to follow him up when Tony walked in.
"Whatchu doing Diego?" his father asked.
"Uh...I was going to get some fresh hay for the horses" he said, thinking quickly.
"Oh, you must have not seen that I brought some down earlier" Tony said, "you probably didn't see me since you were busy grooming the horses at the time." They were busted. "You two come in the house and visit like civilized boys" he said, but neither of them was very interested in civility at the moment. Diego and his dad locked eyes and Ben took the opportunity to rearrange the lump in his pants as he walked toward the door.
"That's okay, Mr. Alvarez, I need to get back and give my dad a report on the roads anyway" Ben said, "See you later, Dee."
Ben could hear the fight starting in the barn as he cranked up and left. He wondered how that would turn out, but kept riding. He turned off toward the powerhouse, following the fresh truck tracks. He found his dad inside the building trying to get the equipment running again.
"I thought you were going to see Diego?" Jake said.
"I did but his dad didn't really want us together so I left" Ben told him, then quickly changing the subject, "do you need any help with that?"
Jake started to be nosey, but decided it could wait. He handed Ben a length of rope. "Sure. Go around to the back and see if you can pull that big limb out. It busted through the metal mesh."
It took him three tries but he finally lassoed the end of the big branch and started to pull on it but it wasn't budging. He just wasn't big enough to match the weight of the limb which looked more like half the trunk of a tree.
"I can't get it by myself dad!" he yelled. Jake came around and the two of them pulled on the branch finally breaking it free.
"I'll have to talk to Keith, maybe we can weld up some rebar into a better grating..." he thought aloud. The obstacle now gone, they went back into the powerhouse and Jake fished around and pulled the remaining chunks of wood out of the turbine area.
"This one will have to stay shut down; the debris bent the blades on the impeller" he grumbled to himself.
"So...I thought Tony was okay with you guys?" he asked in an off-hand manner.
"Yeah, so did I..." Ben said, trailing off as he heard the big truck approaching.
"Keith! Just the man we needed to see" Jake said, "we're going to have to beef up the grating on the intakes." Jake proceeded to show Keith what was needed. Ben cranked up and rode back toward the house. He parked the ATV and went inside and went up to his room to read.
"What's up?" Sandy said, appearing in the doorway to his room.
"Just reading" he said.
"Don't play dumb with me, you went to see Diego. Why are you back already?" she asked.
"Our visit didn't work out" was all he said.
"Luis again?" she asked.
"Don't really know" he shrugged, "when I left Dee and his dad were fighting."
"I'll pump Miguel for info when I go over" Sandy said.
"Don't start anything, Sandy" Ben pleaded, "I don't wanna get banned from seeing him."
"Don't worry, I'll keep it discreet" she said.
Ben didn't come down until dinner time. He ate (very little) with the family then went back upstairs to read. He must have fallen asleep after the meal. When Dixon came up, Ben was already under the covers and he had a tent over his midsection.
"Ben!" he said, startling his brother, "Its only seven, why are you sleeping? Better question...why are you still horny? I thought you went to see Diego?"
Ben yawned and shot an angry glance at Dixon, "Just because I went to see him don't mean we did anything!"
"Why not? What happened?" Dixon asked, sounding legitimately interested.
"His dad was cock-blocking for some reason" Ben said.
"Luis again?" Dix asked. Ben just shrugged.
"Sandy is going to get some intel when she goes to see Miguel" he said, "how about you and Kenzie?"
"Nope. Her time of the month" Dix said.
"Well, welcome to the rock cock club" Ben joked.
"Maybe we could help each other out again?" Dixon asked, wiggling one eyebrow.
"What? You don't want to have a `relationship', remember?" Ben joked.
"Oh, shut up and suck my dick!" Dixon said as he unfastened the button on his jeans. He walked over and locked the door then dropped the pants and long underwear and kicked them off while pulling his shirts over his head. The room was chilly so he quickly got under the covers. Ben was only seconds behind him; getting in and pulling Dixon up to him, mashing his hard dick up against Dixon's back. Dixon turned around and they faced each other, grinding their crotches together.
"This is going to make a big mess" Ben said.
"Not if we suck each other. No mess that way" Dix replied. Ben nodded and started turning himself around. He had felt half-hearted about it until the spicy smell coming from Dixon's crotch got into his nose; he started feeling like a shark in a feeding frenzy. He sucked one of Dix's balls in his mouth, then the other while reaching behind him to press a finger at his hole. Dixon was busy copying his start, but not too busy to pull the hand away from his ass. Ben took both balls in his mouth at one time and rolled them around, he could feel Dixon groan a little around his peter. He released the balls and finally took the throbbing penis into his mouth. While Dixon was busy processing that, Ben stuck his right middle finger into his mouth beside Dix's cock and wet it, then very quickly pushed the wet finger into Dixon's ass. Dixon tried to pull the hand away again but Ben wasn't having it. He curled the finger and found the small firm spot and pressed on it, causing Dix to tense up all over. Dixon's throat relaxed and Ben could feel the head of his dick pop into his brother's throat. He began massaging the spot and the faucet in his mouth started to flow with slimy, sweet liquid. Dixon knew it wouldn't be long so he grabbed Ben's nutsack with his left hand and pulled down on it hard as he sucked, knowing it would drive Ben over the edge. Ben increased the assault on the prostate and swirled his tongue around the head of Dixon's member. As Dixon pulled on his balls and sucked his peter down his throat again, he began to cum. A few seconds later he felt Dixon get that little bit of extra hardness and he pulled off until just the head was in his mouth as Dixon began to fire off multiple shots of hot cum into his mouth almost faster than he could swallow. Ben turned around and the two caught their breath.
"That was intense" Dixon said, "not sure about the ass stuff though."
"Your body was sure liking it, you about drowned me" Ben said.
"I guess we can sleep now" Dixon said.
"No offense, but I still would have rather been able to be with Diego today" Ben whispered.
"I know. I wish I could have been with Kenzie. I guess this was just `last resort' stuff" Dixon said.
"Still, pretty dang good for last resort" Ben said, turning on his side. Dixon moved up behind him, pulling him close and the two drifted off to sleep.
In the morning they disentangled and got dressed for breakfast. Since things were strange over at Alvarez's, Ben went with his dad and Dixon to check traps. They'd been at it about thirty minutes when Jake looked at his watch and headed toward the powerhouse. Keith's truck was there when they pulled up. He had taken the broken impeller home and repaired it last night and was reinstalling it today. The guys went in and helped out, handing him tools and such until he was done.
"Well, let's give it a try" he said. He went over and reset the switches and the turbines came to life. Everything sounded good so they went back outside.
"It's not working for me" Kevin told me. Well, I did ask him for his feedback.
"What now?" I asked.
"First and foremost, like I told you before, your portrayal of life after a nuclear war is asinine...everybody happy in their little valley singing kumbaya together and miraculously having the ability to build a dam and where are they able to get fuel for all these vehicles? Second, at this point you just seem to rambling with no idea of where you're going or what you're doing" he said.
"Thanks for the vote of confidence" I said.
"It needs either a complete reworking or just to be scrapped" he said.
"You said you liked the dynamic between the characters..." I interjected.
"True, Danny. You do write your characters pretty well, but the vehicle you have them in this time is just god awful" he said, just shaking his head.
"What would you change?" I asked, biting back what I actually felt like saying.
"I'm not sure where to start" he said, "for one thing, if nuclear bombs were dropped destroying all the major US cities there would be massive amounts of radioactive fallout and the people remaining alive would mostly have varying degrees of radiation sickness. Your characters would more than likely be separated from any family they had. Ben and Diego would probably have met up while both were fleeing the country trying to make it to Canada or Mexico, away from the fallout."
"That all sounds very depressing" I said.
"You think nuclear war would be a joyride?" he responded.
"Well, fuck! I give up! You write it!" I said.
"I'm not good at writing, but I'll collaborate with you" he said.
I had to think about that. I was really pissed off at wasting hours on this story which was obviously shit. I couldn't be mad at Kev though, I'm the one who hadn't thought through all the details of it. In the end I agreed he would be my grounding wire while I rewrote the story. Swallowing my bruised pride, I asked "How would you start the story?" He said "Something like this..."
Ben was in school when the first bomb dropped. It was surreal. All his friends sat watching the streaming video of Washington, D.C. First the security camera video captured the object coming out of the sky, then it switched to a parking deck camera farther out showing the explosion, then a blinding flash of light fading into nothing but static. In the background, the teacher had turned on the television news where they were reporting that New York had been hit as well. After that everything was chaos. School didn't officially let out, but nobody was paying any attention to the shouts of the teachers as they stormed into the hallways and ran out of the building trying to find some way to get home. Ben called his mom's phone; no answer. His attempt to reach his dad was the same. He set off to make the five mile hike to his house. A couple of blocks away from the school his brother Dixon caught up with him.
"We can't go home" Dixon said. He was shaking and tears streaked his face. "They said Strategic Air Command was attached from within...small suitcase nuke."
"Mom? Dad?" Ben croaked in shock. Both parents worked in the military complex, the family home was close by.
"Most likely dead" Dixon sobbed. Ben hugged him close.
"Dad said if anything like this ever happened, we need to go somewhere there's less likelihood of the fallout following us" Dixon said.
"Mexico?" Ben asked. Dixon was still a minute, thinking. Then he nodded.
"We have to get supplies before we can't" Dixon said. They ran toward the Walmart on the edge of town.
The box store was another scene of complete chaos; people were fighting over everything. They ran in through the garden center and into the Sporting Goods department. The shelves were completely stripped. Two men had broken the glass on the ammo cabinet and were fighting over the few boxes left. Dixon tugged at Ben and they went back out again. The big box stores would be useless; Dixon led them to the small local sporting goods store nearby on a side street. There was a small crowd there, but he could tell there was still some stuff left. Dixon dodged between looters and found a backpack and inside the broken knife display he grabbed a multi-tool. As they went back by the Walmart Ben saw that somebody had broken the vending machines open so they dove into the crowd and got several bottled waters to put in the pack. Afterwards, they started moving south. An hour or so down the road they found a convenience store that was mostly picked over but they managed to scrounge a king size candy bar, a box of instant mashed potatoes and a can of beans; all of which went into the pack. On the way out, Ben swiped a couple of the BIC lighters that were left in the display on the floor near the counter.
"I wonder if Sandy and Laura made it out of town?" he asked. It was the first time either of them had thought about their sisters.
"They both know what to do" Dixon said stoically, "maybe we'll catch up with them down the road, or vice-versa."
Ben and Dixon were travelling the back roads, dad had told them the interstates would be a robber's paradise if anything like this ever happened. The walked on the edge of the road, but close enough to the tree-line that should anybody come up behind them they could dive into the woods. They walked for miles, not stopping until it became too dark to see the road well enough to continue. They slept, if you could call it that, inside a metal culvert under the road with their butts on one side and their feet on the other side of the small stream of water flowing through it. Late in the night they heard a vehicle pass over them on the road. Ben had been holding his bladder for a long time so he finally got up to piss. He walked toward the edge of the woods and pulled out his dick. He'd barely gotten a stream going when he was bathed in light.
"Who's there?!" a voice from the woods asked.
"Just trying to pee, didn't mean to scare you" Ben said.
The light came closer, it was a latino boy who appeared to be about the same age as himself.
"Are you alone?" Ben asked.
"Yes, I lost my family in the crowd trying to leave town" the boy said sadly, "my dad was trying to take us back to Mexico."
"We're headed to Mexico too" Ben confided.
"We?" the boy asked.
"Me and my brother Dixon. We're sleeping in that culvert over there" he said jerking his thumb over his shoulder, "If I can just finish, I'll show you."
"Oh, sorry" the boy said turning off the flashlight. It took some concentration, but Ben finally got a stream going again only to hear a second stream, presumably from the boy standing next to him.
"Diego" the voice in the darkness said.
"Ben" he answered. They zipped up and Ben retraced his steps, crawling in past Dixon. Diego crawled in farther, past Ben. At first the boy kind of distanced himself from the brothers, but as the night grew colder he scooted up closer to Ben who raised his arm and pulled him in tighter. Later on, close to dawn, Ben felt Dixon get up and go out for a nature call. When he came back in, early morning light was streaming into the culvert, and he noticed the extra body entwined with his little brother's. Dixon shook his head. Dad would not approve of Ben picking up strays. In a survival situation, take care of you and yours first and foremost. He shook Ben's shoulder.
"What the hell are you doing?" he said angrily.
"He's alone, separated from his family..." Ben said.
"Not our problem" Dixon said. "How are we going to feed ourselves? We sure can't feed another person."
"I have food" Diego said. Both heads snapped toward him.
"My papa is a prepper" he said "there's food in my pack and more stashed in places along the route."
"What pack?" Ben asked. When Diego came up to him, he'd only had a flashlight.
"It's stashed in the woods. I had to make sure you weren't trying to rob me" Diego explained.
"Okay. We can travel together for now at least" Dixon said.
"Isn't that better?" Kevin asked smugly.
"I don't know. I guess it's more realistic. But where's the sex and love?" I asked.
"We'll get to it. How many times have you met a stranger in the middle of the nights in the woods and immediately started fucking?" Kevin asked. He had a point. Gradual build up and all that.
"Okay, okay. I get your point" I said, beginning to appreciate my editor's sense of realism. "So what's next?" I asked.
"Well, how about this..."
Lambodara 7/26/2021