Date: Sun, 19 May 2019 19:17:59 -0500
From: Bruce Turner <cbru49@gmail.com>
Subject: Left Two Survivors

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			       Two Survivors

	Dropping 220 feet without stopping in an elevator that hadn't been
updated in fifty years reminded me how much progress civilization had made
in the last century.  Instead of a rocket drop the elevator moved slowly
enough that I could peer out the small eye-level window and examine the
different rock layers.
	I had seen photos of the cavern but as the elevator doors opened I
was still amazed at the huge open space.  (Interested?  Look up Iron
Mountain on the internet.)  Immediately to my left was a full five gallon
water dispenser supplied with cups and a trash can.  Next I saw signs for
the restrooms, I checked them for signs of life only to find piles of
ashes.  All the hope I held died as sadly as the two women that died
sitting on a commode.  Only after I pissed and washed my hands under a weak
stream of cool water did reality really hit me.  Once more I was aware of
the stench of burnt flesh everywhere.
	Back in the cavern I understood the facility was running on
emergency power, less than a third of the lights were burning.  There was a
hum that I had determined to be dehumidifiers, I soon realized I was in the
employee area of the cavern.  There was a usable kitchen and dining room, I
didn't dare open the freezer or cooler until I would need the food.  But a
fresh cup of specialty tea while looking at a map of the entire cavern
refreshed me enough to start searching for life.  There wasn't a sign of
anyone having been in the kitchen but I did see an unnamed room on the map
with what looked like an icon of knives and forks, I could only think
vending machines.
	The first wing I explored the vault doors were as tight as a
virgin's ass.  I pounded on the doors with no response.  None of the
machinery, basically trucks for moving goods to the vaults were working, so
I was on foot.  The number of ash piles multiplied as I approached a
freight elevator that was open barely enough to squeeze through.  It partly
held movie canisters but there was one pallet of food to resupply the
kitchen.
	I was thinking about the possibility of making the cavern my base
of operations, there was probably enough food for me for years, I didn't
have any idea how long the emergency power would stay working.  I pushed on
to the second wing hoping to find signs of life in the room with the food
machines, I pounded on every door along the way.
	No responses!
	It wasn't until the third arm that I found the room marked as a
food room.  Two of the machines had the front doors torn off.  From
everything I had seen in the cavern I knew this had to have happened since
the event.  You could say I was desperate to find who had broken into the
machines, all the food that was left was one bag of Chili Cheetos laying on
the floor someone was eating what had been in the machine.  There were a
few cans of diet soda still in the other machine.
	I rushed to the nearest vaults pounding as hard as I could on the
doors.  At the third door on the left I heard a scream after I started
pounding.  It was obviously female but I needed human contact and didn't
care..  I pounded again, hoping that whoever was inside would feel the same
and show their face.  I softened my pounding so that I wouldn't scare the
woman but still hard enough to be heard.  I pounded for at least five
minutes, the vaults were supposedly sealed tight but I knew I had heard a
woman scream and wasn't going to give up without making contact.
	I thought back to movies I had seen over the years and hoped the
woman was not afraid that I was some monster Hell bent on killing her.
What kind of life had she been living trapped in a vault 220 feet
underground with only food from a vending machine to eat unless she had
explored the cavern more than I expected.  I finally heard the lock being
worked; I stopped pounding and moved away from the door to not frighten the
woman more., Slowly the door slid open enough that I could see a very
pregnant middle aged woman.  She was holding a metal rod that she planned
to use as a defensive weapon.
	“Ma'am, I'm not here to hurt you.  I am looking for others that
have survived since the May First event.”
	“You don't belong in here.” I was surprised by the idea that she
would still be holding onto what should and could be.
	“Like I said , I am looking for survivors.  I have been searching
for people for over two months and you are the first one that I have found
alive.  Is there anyone in the vault with you or in any of the other
vaults?” She pushed the door open a little further, all I could see were
row after row of shelves filled with crates marked IBM.  If I had been
going to attack her that would have been the opening I needed.
	“There must be someone else down here alive.  I didn't tear the
doors off the vending machines.”  She rubbed her very extended stomach, I
guessed she was at least eight month along if not more.  She had lowered
the rod she was holding so that it was pointed at my stomach, I didn't
move, I had no desire to be disemboweled.
	“Do you have any idea where he could be?”My need to speak to
another human was partially filled but finding another man even if he was
100% straight would help fill my needs more, conversations with women had
never been easy or satisfying.
	“I thought I was the only one working in the vaults in this wing.
The company had given us May Day off to join in the festivities in Butler.
IBM needed to have two crates of legal documents retrieved and sent to New
York by the beginning of the day on May 2, I volunteered to do the work.
It was supposed to be triple time and I am saving up money for the six
months I won't work after my child is born.”
	“Who were the two hundred or so piles of ash that I have seen as I
have been searching for life?”
	“There are always at least three hundred armed guards in the cavern
plus the two hundred that are by the entry, up top.  It doesn't matter if
there are no workers in the vaults, the guards are on duty twenty four
hours a day seven days a week.”
	“Not any longer, I am the only human out here.”
	“Are you a doctor?”
	“No.”I almost laughed at the concept.
	“I only have a couple of weeks before I give birth, I'm going to
need help.”
	“Ma'am, I have ridden here from upper Maine without seeing one
other person.  You are going to have to give birth on your own.”
	“You will have to help me.”
	“I don't know anything about women giving birth.”  Right then I
felt a pang where I had been feeling the regular pain.  I had the feeling
that the doctors had been wrong six years earlier when they refused to
remove the second ovary.  I suspected that I was pregnant once more, could
I carry a fetus for nine months?
	“I'm a nurse.  I'll talk you through every thing you will need to
do to help me give birth.  This is my third child so it should be much
easier than if it was the first.”  She started to cry at the mention of
other children, I wished I could give her hope but I couldn't.  I felt that
I was going to need to keep her close, the fetus may need to be removed one
way or another and they all involved a knife across my abdomen, not
something I was willing to do to my own body.
	“Ma'am, what is your name?  If I'm going to be seeing your private
parts I should know it.”  I think I was blushing as she gave me a
half-smile.
	“It's Karen and what is yours?  I'm the same, I'd like to know who
is seeing that part of me.” She finished the smile and I relaxed, we were
slowly striking an agreement although neither of us knew what lay ahead.
	“Roger.  Don't worry about me seeing your body, I am 100% gay so
what I see won't do anything sexual for me.”  I hadn't been invited into
the vault so I understood that she still had reservations or corporate
loyalty to a non-existent business.
	“Sorry about the gay thing.  The company screens carefully
eliminating any men they think may be gay and accepting all the Lesbians.
I think there must be a real homophobe high up in the company.  They give a
public reason that they don't want any of the Vault owners to be offended
by running into two of the workers having sex in their vault but that is so
dumb.”
	“So two women are allowed to make out and nothing would be said?”
	“No, there are only 6 or 7 of us working here.  They keep us apart
by area and schedule.  I haven't seen more than one of the others in the 3
years I've been working here.”
	I needed to search for the man that had destroyed the vending
machines.  “Any idea where the person that shared the vending machines with
you might have been working?”
	“There were two guys that were supposed to archive a new shipment
of movie canisters, they can't be allowed to sit on the pallets once they
reach the vault.  I didn't think they were supposed to work until three or
four on the first.”
	“I think those pallets are still on the elevator along with food.”
	“The movie vault is never to be left unattended on the days they
are to receive shipments.  That would be the first place I would look to
find the one that wrecked the vending machines if I thought someone that
could tear the doors off those machines was someone I wanted to encounter.
Any of the other vaults I would have thought might be attended were
slightly open and I didn't see anyone when I looked that first night.” We
had discussed her surviving because of the good door seal so that was where
she was directing me.,
	“Where is the movie vault?” I tended to agree, if the man was able
to tear the doors off he must either be extremely strong or armed with a
crow bar.
	“At the end of the wing you'll see double wide doors that look
almost like barn doors.  They can open wide so that pallets can be wheeled
inside unlike the rest of the vaults where we have to unload from pallets
dropped in the aisle.”  There was some resentment in her voice, I could
understand a pregnant woman not wanted to be forced to haul heavy crates
through the doorway to where they were to be stored.  Was it even legal to
force her to lift the crates?  I saw the wagons she had loaded with the
crates she had pulled for the morning, if they were full she had a lot more
strength than I was giving her credit for having.  I was glad she hadn't
swung that rod at me.
	There were at least a dozen doors on each side of the wing, I
pounded on those that were closed, peeked in those that were still open.
It took me an hour to reach the end of the wing, I hadn't found anyone
alive.  When I finally reached the double doors I approached carefully.
One side of the doors was open a few inches.  I knew if that was the way
the door had been on May 1st the men inside would both be dead.  I knocked
rather than pounded at the door.  I was startled to hear rustling inside.
	“HELLO!”
	“Leave me alone.”  It was a weak response but the man was
definitely alive.
	“I just want to talk.”  I had started to force my way through the
doors.  All I could see were hundreds of rows of movie canisters.  Who knew
there were that many movies that were worth conserving.
	“This food is mine.”
	“I don't need your food, there is plenty in the elevator and
kitchen for everyone that I have found alive.  Is there anyone with you?”I
had walked into the vault about twenty feet.  To the right I saw a shelving
unit toppled with canisters laying on the ground around a man trapped by
the debris.  I immediately started to try uncovering him.
	“You can't just throw the canisters around like that.”
	“Who do you think you are saving them for.  There is no one alive
from here to the ocean, a few ruined canisters won't mean the difference
between the end of civilization and survival of the human race.”
	I was trying to force the shelving upright when I looked at the man
and saw him holding a pistol on me.  Isn't that gratitude?
	“Get out from under the rack and we can leave the vault.”
	“I'm not going anywhere.  Both my legs are broken.”
	“How did you do this?”It really didn't make a difference but I
wanted to hear him speaking, a masculine voice was soothing parts of me I
hadn't known were in turmoil.
	“I was trying to get up high enough to pull the speaker down.  I
thought I might be able to rewire it to communicate with security.  I was
on the third or fourth shelf when it toppled over, I got a leg caught
between shelves so I couldn't jump away.”  I wasn't able to get the shelf
lifted and pull him out at the same time.
	“Is there anything I can use to prop the shelf up far enough to
pull you out?”  The man looked at me like I was crazy but I could tell he
was thinking.
	“Down the next row you should see a bunch of empty shelves.  In
between them there should be a lift that we use to raise the canisters to
the top of the shelving units.  If you can get this rack high enough to
push it under it should be strong enough to hold it up far enough to get me
out.”
	It wasn't that simple. I couldn't lift and pull at the same time.
After struggling for a half hour I went to find a cable hanging from one of
the smaller tractors I had seen when I first entered the wing.  Once I had
the shelf tied to the lift it took two minutes to lift the shelf enough to
pull the man out.  I was surprised he hadn't bled to death, not only were
his legs broken, his uniform was soaked in blood.  Pulling him out of his
hole caused him to scream.  I knew I wouldn't be able to pull him over to
Karen but if I could get her to allow me to use one of the IBM wagons we
could take him anywhere there might be medical supplies.
	“I am going to leave you here for a few minutes.”  I didn't wait to
hear what he was saying about not being deserted, now that he was out of
the vault he was much more needy than he had been holding a pistol on me.
	“Karen, are there medical supplies down here anywhere?”
	“There is a small infirmary down two wings.  What do you need?”
	“The guy in the movie vault has two broken bleeding legs.  WE need
to take care of him some way.”  I have always been thankful for nurses,
they have chosen the profession for the right reason unlike many doctors
that choose it to get rich the nurses only want to help the needy.
	“Help me unload this wagon.”  She had moved to a wagon that I knew
would hold the man but was unable to lift the crate off.  When I helped I
understood why.  A few minutes later we were wheeling the man where Karen
promised we should find everything we would need to help him.  Once we were
done I needed to ask them about the security console that he thought he
would try calling.
	“His uniform is ruined.  Help me get it off so we can see his legs
better.”I hadn't taken a look at him hard enough to see what kind of body
to expect.  As I worked the zipper down his chest and the top half of the
uniform over his shoulders I was shocked that he maintained such power and
definition living on junk food for two months.  What must he have been like
on May 1?  Karen had found scissors and split both legs, all that remained
covered was his crotch, I grabbed the material where she stopped cutting
and ripped those last few inches away.
	“Hold him up while I pull the cloth out from under him.”  I thought
she must have been an ER nurse the way she calmly gave me orders.  “Stay
with him while I see if any of the equipment works, I would really like an
x-ray before we try setting his legs.  I never knew how much of this place
was connected to the emergency power.”
	I don't have a light hand.  Karen had handed me a bottle of alcohol
and a sponge before telling me to start wiping away the blood.  I started
at his feet as the flesh began to appear I was entranced with the color of
it, he was an almost exact match to me.  It was unusual for me but I spent
more time on his feet than I had ever done with a sexual partner that I had
given a sponge bath.  By the time I was to the right knee I noticed that he
was responding to me despite the pain.  Perhaps Karen had been wrong when
she said the company culled all the gay men from those applying for work,
after all they didn't have a huge population in the area to draw from.
	When she came back with a robe to cover the man I was cleaning she
took one look at his cock and then turned to me and winked.  It took
another half hour to get the blood off him enough to find the extent of the
cuts.  We carried him to a table where there was an X-ray machine that
Karen had found to be working.  The infirmary was better supplied than many
small hospitals.  Unfortunately I didn't see a sealed MRI machine, so there
still wasn't going to be anyone that survived the way I had.
	“We can leave him here until the pictures are ready.  Cover him up
with the robe and if he wants it a blanket.” The poor guy had passed out
when we placed him on the X-ray table, he started to wake as I covered him.
I put a sheet over his legs, the sponge bath had started him bleeding
again.  I didn't know if the wounds were bad enough for stitches but I knew
that wasn't going to be a job I could do.  Worse come to come I did know
how to use a flesh stapler and glue.  I was ready to see what Karen had
seen when he grabbed me by the hand.
	“You could have washed my cock and balls, too.  It has been a month
at least, even I can smell how rank I am.  Would you mind?”
	“Your arms aren't broken.”  He blushed so red, how that happened
with all the blood he had lost I don't know.  I still hadn't washed his
face or chest, so I started there, it was better that he didn't move, at
least that is what Karen had said when she had me start washing him.  He
tried to sit up so I would wash his back but I held him down with one hand
on his left pec, he moaned as my thumb rubbed his nipple and his cock rose
beneath the robe enough that I could tell he enjoyed being touched by a
man.
	“I'll wash lower, but I need to find warm water, I don't think you
want me to use the alcohol on your balls.” Karen came back right then
carrying the X-rays.
	“He was lucky, the breaks are clean without any fracturing.  The
right leg a child could set and have him walking in a few weeks.  The left
leg is another story, there are two breaks.  To get them both set we are
going to have to knock him out, the pain will be too much for him to stand.
Stay with him while I find everything we are going to need.  It will take
me ten minutes or so to mix up a knock out shot.”  She was looking straight
at his erection tenting his robe, I thought she was telling me the time so
I knew how long I'd have if I was going to do anything for him.
	“Is there any warm water in here?”
	“It is barely over room temperature.”
	“Well that will be better than alcohol on the balls.  He wants his
cock and balls washed and I have been holding back.”
	“After two months you probably need it as much as he does.”
	“What I need he can't give me right now.  He might be willing later
if I get him off while washing him.  Damn, he's rank.”
	“A foreskin captures a lot of bacteria.  I wouldn't suck him if I
were you.  Between the build up of bacteria and the old stale cum you could
get sick.”
	“Okay.  Friend, it's going to be a quick hand job.”  We were on the
other side of the infirmary so I doubt he heard any of our comments.
	His erection had slacked off some by the time I returned.  But as
soon as I had the robe no longer covering him he was almost completely hard
again.  I fought to keep from vomiting the smell was so bad.  Karen had
handed me three cloths when I started back, that was smart.  I was able to
get the worst of the smell off with the first cloth and throw it out the
door.  I was able to work on his balls and cock more gently without making
faces, he started to leak pre-cum.  I wanted to know if there was going to
be a possibility of anal sex later so I slid the cloth across his taint and
pushed a corner into him with a finger.
	I hoped it meant he had anal urges, my finger was still in his butt
hole when he spurted over his stomach and chest.  The smile on his face was
enough to say that everything that had happened was pleasing.  I took the
third cloth and washed the cum off his stomach and used a corner to wipe up
what I was able to milk out of his cock before Karen returned.
	“Roger, when I'm on my feet I'll be happy to return the favor.”
	“I hope you'll be ready to do more than give me a hand job and
finger my asshole.”
	“Don't worry, you can have my ass anytime you want.”  The shot was
taking effect, Karen and I both wandered if he knew what he was saying.  I
followed her orders, for two hours we manipulated his legs until we had the
bones perfectly aligned.  She used the tape that you water down to set the
first two breaks.  We had to wait for one wrap cast to set before we were
able to get the second break in that bone to align, I was glad it wasn't me
that we were working on, the pain was enough that he almost woke from the
shot she had given him.  Once done she gave him a third shot, not as large
as the first two.
	“He needs to lay still for awhile, have you seen any thing that
will keep him from moving.  I don't remember there being any restraints in
here.  It took us a few minutes to find a jacket that had been equipped
almost like a straight jacket that went over him and fastened under the
table.  It took us longer to find something that would hold his legs still
if he tried moving them.
	“Karen, you do a great job.  Are you hungry?  Anything you don't
eat?”
	“Fish.  All the fish I have ever smelled down here seemed to be
old.”  I went to the kitchen and made us hamburgers.  It's surprising how
great burgers can be when you haven't had one for months.  I found some
frozen fruit I was able to defrost, that was our meal.
	“Are there painkillers in here that will help him after he wakes
up?”
	“I used most of them to create the shots.  There are probably
enough to last him three days.”
	“Is that long enough to get him on crutches?”
	“It won't be ideal.  What are you thinking?”
	“Well I have a whole lot of medicine in my trailer but that means
we need to leave here.  I don't trust going up in the elevator more than
once so I want to search all the other vaults while he recuperates in here.
Are there any places you can think of that might not have been unattended?”
	“I would have expected there to be half a dozen people in the
kitchen but it isn't sealed is it?”
	“Only the freezer and cooler.  There were no people in either.
Everything in the cooler had spoiled but there is food in the freezer and
stock room.
	“Where is this security console that he was talking about?”  I had
been with him half the day, jacked him off and I didn't know his name.
	“By the way, do you know his name?”  I pointed at our patient that
was trying to open one eye.
	“No, it's the first time I have ever seen him.  I'm not even
certain he is one of the people that was supposed to be in that vault.  We
get guards that sneak in there all the time.  They have a room where the
movies can be screened so it is a good place to hide when they are supposed
to be working.”
	“Not good.  Security cameras.”
	“You need to rest.  I don't want you to move.  Remember I am only a
nurse not a doctor so I want you to give your legs all the time possible to
heal before you make any movement.  We have restrained you the best we can
but it is going to take some will-power to remain motionless.”
	“What am I supposed to do when I need to piss?”I had been surprised
when Karen hadn't put a catheter in his prick, what was she thinking?
	“Roger will help you.”  The man got a big smile.
	“Ready, Roger?”
	If Ihad know him better I may have taken his cock in my mouth but
there was a bottle to the side of the table and I stuck the head and half
of the shaft of his cock in the bottle.  “Go for it.”
	I was holding the bottle by the handle so I didn't expect to feel
anything, he must have not pissed for more than a day.  By the time he
stopped even the handle was warm from the urine that had nearly filled the
bottle.  I had a flash of him in a few weeks giving me a shower with all he
could hold.  Carefully I wiped the head of his prick with the cloth I had
last used so that he wouldn't have a smell building up right away.
	“What is your name?”
	“I never introduced myself?”  You could tell he was hallucinating
some from the shots Karen had given him.
	“I am Anthony Sebastian Willard Randolph Grace.  My id number is
67773454, I am a lieutenant in the RCAF.” It was like he was flashing back
to being a prisoner, I hoped it wasn't going to be a PTSD problem.  I am
not equipped to deal with mental problems, I just don't have the patience.
	“Where is the security console?”
	“It's not located on any of the maps posted on the walls.  He won't
be able to tell you anything other than that unless he works there.  I'm
not even certain it is on this level, I have never seen it.”
	“Tony, is the security console at the ground level when you first
enter the mountain?” There had been monitors there but it seemed strange to
put security where the first attack would be centered.
	“I don't know.”  He was back to normal so I had a good feeling that
he had been simply responding to the medications.
	There was another map just like the one in the dining room in the
infirmary, I suppose medics would need to know where to go if they got a
call about there being any trouble.  I thought it strange the medics
wouldn't be in on the location of the security center, doesn't it seem that
would be a location that might need their help in an emergency?  There were
still a few wings that I hadn't searched so I told Karen that I was going
and would be back in a few hours.  The next two wings didn't have anyone
that answered my door pounding.
	I stopped at the kitchen to make a soup for the three of us sure
that Karen wouldn't allow Tony to have much more than that.  While the soup
was simmering I explored the store rooms.  In a store room that held
nothing but flour, rice and sugar I found a double barred door, what could
be more valuable than what was being held in the vaults? I was especially
careful as I went through the door and climbed the stairs that led up.
	I could hear machinery buzzing.  Not too loud, but enough that I
was aware that I wasn't walking into another dead zone.  As I looked around
the door at the top of the stairs I saw four chairs pushed back from
numerous monitors with burnt seats and piles of ash where the people's feet
must have been.  There was light from the monitors and one small light in
the center of the room, the room had no windows.  The other door was
clearly marked elevator, it was held closed with a chrome chain that to me
looked unbreakable.  No one was supposed to enter here and if they did
there was not to be a way out.
	After a few minutes I could see that visions of all the vaults were
rotating on the screens. I stood watching as long as I could seeing no one
or thing moving., My search of the vaults pounding on the doors had been a
waste had I known of this room, I did find the microphone that allowed the
center to make announcements.  I tried to rouse anyone that might be hidden
but I saw no movement other than Karen in the Infirmary.
	“The two of you are the only survivors in the entire tunnel.  I
found the security center, no one was visible on any of the screens.  No
one answered to my call.  We will need to decide if we want to stay here or
leave when Tony is able.”
	“How will we go anywhere?  The conditions you described outside
make it seem like cycles are the only reasonable way of getting from one
place to another.
	“Do you really think I can ride a cycle?”  She rubbed her extended
belly.
	“Sure you can.”
	“Get real, Tony.”
	“I have a Polaris Slingshot that seats two.”
	“I always wanted one of those, but that is too wide for what we
need.  I drove a 4 X 4 partway here.  Pennsylvania has lots of snow plows,
If we can find one that has an inverted V plow we could clear most of the
roadways when we need to.  The wrecks are mostly on the city streets, the
highways just have abandoned cars and trucks that occasionally are close
enough together that I had to take the cycle off road.”
	“There is a county lot that has at least twenty of those trucks
parked in a line half-way to my home.  I can probably drive one, my father
taught me to drive on a farm tractor.”  She was leaking tears as she spoke,
I don't know if it was the mention of her father or the idea that there
were no people outside including here two children.  I didn't have any
tears left for the world, I had to be practical.
	“How will I get up into one of those trucks?”
	“I hope you have enough arm strength to pull yourself up or we may
have to leave you here.” I didn't want to leave him and I could see the
fear in his eyes at being left alone again.
	“You'd help me wouldn't you?”
	“Like I helped you piss?”
	“Sure.”
	“And what's in it for me?” I was teasing not being crass although I
could have understood if he heard it that way.
	“Anything you want.”I liked his smile.
	“Well, I am horny.”
	“Boys, wait until I'm out of the room, please.”
	“Not until we make a decision although from what I've heard you two
seem ready to leave.”If they were going to stay I was ready to get onto the
next leg of my journey.  I thought it would be better to travel together
but I am not afraid to be alone.
	“Roger, are the trees and grass still green?”
	“So far they have been, but the sky hasn't been blue and although
it is warm I haven't seen the sun in the 900 miles I've traveled.”
	“If we leave here do you have a destination in mind?  I don't want
to be traveling willy-nilly while I'm pregnant.  The child could come any
day.”
	“Tony, is there anywhere you know of that we should go?”
	“I would head to a warmer climate, we will need to start growing
our own food and should try to avoid anywhere where we will need too much
heat.  I'm voting that we go south.”  He hadn't taken his eyes off my
crotch since the comment about doing anything I wanted.  I had been slowly
reacting, it was our future we were discussing and I want ted to live once
I walked out of the mountain.
	“There was a doomsday village being built about fifty years ago in
Texas.  It was built with the idea that people could live there year round
yet be safe if the world was destroyed.  I have no way of knowing if anyone
survived in their million dollar caves but that is the best survival
program that I have been able to research.  It is out in west Texas, near
the New Mexico border.  I have never thought of it as the most bountiful
soil in the country but their hype suggests that they were to bring in soil
that could grow the produce they would need to grow to maintain a normal
American diet.” The info I had seen also said they would be pumping in
fresh water from the nearby mountains
	“How far is that from here?”  I'm sure she was thinking about the
chance of us arriving there before she gave birth.  I hoped we could and
would find someone that was trained to help her.
	“Fifteen or sixteen hundred miles.  If the roads were clear we
could get there in twenty-four hours, the way they are it will most likely
take us at least four or five days if Tony and you can sit that long..
	“That should give me at least one week before I have to give birth,
maybe two if all goes smoothly.  I vote that should be our plan.”
	“I agree.”
	“Okay.  For the next couple of days we should try getting organized
and supplied for the trip.  I have some food up top but I was only planning
on feeding myself, now we need to decide what will work for the three of
us.  I only have one cooler, it has held frozen food solid for a few weeks,
so we can take some meat from the freezer to fill the Yeti with and try to
concentrate on canned food for the rest of our needs.
	“Karen, if you have any special dietary needs we will do the best
we can but don't be too disappointed if we are unable to transport
something.”
	“I'll need to stop by my house, too.  Mostly for items that I will
need for the child when it arrives and clothes.  I have a small Yeti, maybe
a gallon and a half that should help us out.”
	“Do either of you know where we might find fuel that wouldn't
require electric pumping?  Otherwise we will be doing a lot of siphoning
and I hate the taste.”
	“There's a dairy farm on the way from the plow lot to my house, I
think they have a gravity tank to fill their equipment.  I don't know if it
has any thing in it but it is a possibility., People around here have been
trying to cut down on the power they use for the last fifty years, WPP
raised the price too high.,”
	“We have the plan.  Karen would you go to the kitchen and start
searching the shelves for soups, vegetables and and anything else that we
can cook easily.  I have survived by cooking on a single propane burner so
far, we will have to keep our eyes open for something that is a bit
larger.”  I wasn't intending that to be sexual but I saw Tony's eyes swing
back to my cock, I gave him a smile.
	Karen hadn't been out of the room fifteen seconds when I had my
zipper down and cock and balls pulled out.  I wished that we had Tony
restrained upside down so I could fuck him, but he had his mouth open
waiting for my cock by the time it was visible to him.  I didn't need him
to, but he licked his lips in anticipation causing my erection to grow the
last half inch.  I stepped up to the side of the table, he moved his head
as much as he could and licked the tip of my cock.  I almost lost a load
right then.  I needed to get in a new mouth, as inch after inch speared his
face he worked his lips and tongue more vigorously, sucking as hard as I
had ever had a man suck.  It hadn't taken long for me to start gagging him
with the full head of my cock.
	I pulled out, not sure about the position.
	“Don't. I can take it all.” The coughing had stopped the second my
cock wasn't hitting the back of his throat.
	Hundreds of guys had said that.  There had only been a few that
actually did, Luis being the best at managing to swallow me without gagging
even once.  Not nearly as many thought they wanted to try my cock in their
assholes, when they did I made sure they got it all, I didn't believe in
denying anyone the chance to be fully fucked.  Usually they came back for
more although I had a few complaints about being split open.
	I pushed back into his mouth gently.  I knew his mouth was going to
be the only one to service me for at least the next week if not forever and
didn't want to either scare him or hurt him.  Less than a minute after
sliding over his lips I was shooting a heavy load of cum down his throat.
I let him suck me dry as my cock shrank to its flaccid state.
	“Thank you, Roger.  I have needed to suck a cock for a month or
more.  I hope you like to fuck cause when I get out of these casts I know I
am going to be needing to be fucked.  I want it right now, but I don't see
how we could do it.”
	“Don't worry you won't have to wait until the casts come off.  We
will figure out a way to get you bent over and open.  Now I better put my
cock away or Karen will be walking in on us this way.”

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