Date: Mon, 22 Feb 2010 19:10:34 -0600 From: PAL author Subject: Post-Apoc Love - Chapter 1 This story is the sole property of the author, M. A. Mc. This story is written for people 18+ years of age and contains mature content, if you are under 18 or it is not legal to read stories of this nature where you live, please leave now. It takes place in a futuristic, post-apocalyptic setting, and follows a romantic relationship between two men aged 18 and 25. I hope you enjoy the story, and if you have any comments, or ideas for future plot developments you can email me at: PAL.author@hotmail.com. I love recieving comments, and it is probably my only reward and motivation to continue writing. Night was just beginning to fall over the wasted, barren landscape as I began to move in the cover of a large rock outcropping. I moved silently, trying desperately not to attract unwanted attention from the dangerous inhabitants of the wastes. I tried to conceal my face from the harsh wind blowing stinging waves of sand into my face. My muscular body allowed me to easily propel myself across the lifeless terrain. My name is Mike, im 18 years old, and from the moment of my birth I have been trying desperately to survive in this hellish nightmare. You may wonder how it came to this, well let me tell you how it all began.. In the late 2060's the nations of the world began to experience the first stages of a massive fossil fuel crisis. By 2075 Humanity was faced with the depletion of a resource which had been vital to the normal functioning of our civilization, and a massive war ensued among countries determined to claim the last dwindling deposits of the precious resources. Eventually conventional war led to a great nuclear holocaust, civilization as we knew it had been obliterated. Survivors that were able to reach shelter before the bombs dropped had to band together in order to survive. I was a member of one of these communities, called Haven. Haven was my light in the dark, a safe shelter when I wasnt out scavenging for usable materials. I was close now, I could see the large metal doors of the undeground Haven settlement outside an old collapsed train tunnel. As I approched the heavily reinforced door a slit slid open and a the door guard began to slide open the heavy duty locking mechanisms. "Welcome back Mike, any luck scavenging?", the door guard said to me as he lowered his rusty-looking gun. "nah, didnt find much, picked up some medical supplies from some other scavengers I met out in the wastes, but thats it.", I replied. The door guard's name was Brandon, one of the better looking guys in the community. Brandon moved closer to me and gave me a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Well better luck next time kid, I was just about to get off my shift, maybe ill see you later?", Brandon said. I walked tiredly through the large metal doors. "Yeah, Id like that", I answered. As I moved among the crudely erected tent shelters of Haven, I couldn't get the memory of Brandon's hard muscular body out of my mind, those big bulging biceps and hard pecs outlined in his old pre-war military clothing reminded me of how much I wished I could find a man to help me forget about the cruel and grim situation of my life in this post-apocalyptic nightmare. His short brown military-style haircut and strong but boyish face only made me want him more. The people of Haven huddled silently around warm fires, and some of the older people told stories about what life was like before the war. My home was further down the old train tunnel that served as protection for the haven settlement. The place I called home was a storage space with an old matress and a few of my personal posessions scattered about the cramped room. I collapsed onto the dirty mattress, exhausted from yet another day of risking my life in order to obtain vital supplies for the community. I ran a hand through my short brown hair, and pulled off my ragged shirt to examine myself in the cracked mirror on the wall. Trying to barely scrape out a living all my life had had kept me in great shape, though I wasn't huge my body was well muscled and I was quite good looking, a relatively uncommon trait in the dangerous world these days. I slipped off my torn pants and slid my hand into my briefs and began to rub at my hardening cock, I started thinking about Brandon again and how much I wish my relationship with him would develope beyond simple friendship. I longed to feel the warmth of his bare skin against me, and his soft lips against my own. Before I knew it I was taken over with my fantasy, and jerked my hard cock furiously until I shot a big load of cum all over my chest. I woke up a couple hours later, still sprawled out on my matress and covered in sticky cum. I cleaned myself up and began to pull my pants on when there was a knock at the door. I decided there was nothing wrong with answering the door shirtless, given my current living situation, so I got up and unlocked the door. A warm feeling came over me as Brandon stepped inside the room wearing his off-duty civilian clothes. "Hey Mike, thought id come over to see if you were doing ok, going out into the wasteland must have been hard on you.", he said while his eyes wandered hungrily over my naked chest. When I didn't answer he wrapped a burly arm around my shoulder, and sat us both down on the old matress. I turned my face towards Brandon and met his piercing gaze, "Having to risk my life every day was never the hardest part Brandon." "Then what is?", He said. "The thing thats the hardest on me is coming back every day without someone to come back to.", I replied. A look of sad understanding appeared over Brandon's handsome face, and he leaned in closer to me. "The truth is Mike.... Ive been feeling the same way..." I couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth. A whole new spectrum of emotions began to wash over me. "You... you have?", I managed to spit out. Before I could say another word Brandon threw his arms around me in a powerful embrace. I was overcome with a need to kiss him, and before I knew it our mouths were locked together in a passionate duel. Brandon's hands began to explore my body voraciously, and pressed underneath his powerful body I began to pull up on the back of his shirt with a rush of sexual excitement. pinning my smaller body onto the mattress with his strong legs, Brandon raised his upper body off of me and discarded his shirt. Straddling my lap, Brandon moaned loudly as I ran my hands across his massive pecs and hard ab muscles. Next I began to unbuckle Brandon's belt, which was difficult in my position, so he unbuckled it himself and slid his pants off. This left him in a pair of tight, black boxerbriefs that perfectly outlined his muscular thighs and painfully hard cock. The musky smell of his sweaty body overwhelmed my senses, and he quickly flipped me over onto my stomach and began to pull off my pants roughly. I didn't resist and once he had me completely naked under him, his large frame pressed down on me again. He kissed the side of my neck lovingly and I felt him adjust his body so he could slide off his boxers. He moved back behind me and I felt his rough hands pry apart my ass. I was completely unprepared for what came next, he began to slide his tongue around the entrance of my hole, causing me to moan and shake in ecstasy. He must have rimmed me like that for half an hour, because by the time he was done I was begging for him inside me. He fell forward on top of me again, and I felt the burning heat of his hard cock at the entrance of my ass. He kissed the side of my neck again and grunted a few words into my ear. "You sure you want this?", Brandon said. I tilted my head back and managed to look him in the eyes again. "More than you could possibly imagine." Then he began to slide his hard cock into me. The pain was unimaginable, but his tongue and precum provided adequate lubrication. For a few minutes we were lying there together as he pushed into me slowly, he wrapped his hands around mine and continued kissing the back of my neck and moaning softly. Finally after what seemed like the longest time, the rest of his thick hard cock slid inside me and I felt the front of his legs slam into my ass cheeks. I moaned with incredible pleasure as he began to slide back out of me, and then ram his way back in. We were both breathing heavily, and were lost in the heat of the moment. I looked back again in disbelief at the handsome soldier that I had wanted for so long, as a look of intense pleasure crossed his face. After what seemed like ages he finally leaned in close to my ear and said, "Im getting close." His thrusts began to pick up speed, and I pushed back into him. At last, with a powerful final thrust deep inside me I lost control and began to shoot cum all over the mattress underneath me. My unbelievable orgasm caused my ass muscles to clamp down hard on his cock, causing him to lose control as well. With what seemed like almost a roar he began to release huge ammounts of sticky cum deep inside me. Brandon slumped over on me after we had both returned to a resonable level of calm, I turned over and we embraced and kissed again. "That was absolutely amazing!", I said while smiling at him. Brandon tightened his embrace and pulled me on top of him as we lay there on the mattress. "I love you.", he said to me. I rested my head against his naked chest, feeling the best I think I have in my entire life. Slowly, we both drifted of into a comfortable sleep. For once, in this grim post-apocalyptic hell that was my life, I felt loved. A peaceful silence fell over the underground settlement, for once there was no gunfire sounds coming from the violent surface. The next day I awoke to a soft and warm feeling surrounding me, as I came to I quickly remembered the events of the previous night and grew aware of Brandon lying close behind me with a strong arm wrapped around my body. I didn't want the moment to end, so I turned over to watch Brandon still fast asleep. Gleaming sunlight shining through a ventilation shaft in the roof of the storage room fell across Brandon's beautiful face. Unfortunately the moment could not last, as the night guard outside began to pound on the rusted metal door to wake everyone up for another day of hard work. Brandon's eyes flipped open and he gave me a smile and kiss before sliding his legs around to the edge of the bed. He rubbed his eyes and ran his hands through his short hair before stretching his broad shoulders. Without saying anything we both began to dress in our hardly wearable scavenged clothes. We both left the quiet and cramped storage room and entered the main Haven settlement train tunnel, busy with morning activity. We quickly got in line for scavenged rations, usually old canned food and reasonably clean water. I quickly sat down near a half-dying fire and ate the morning rations with Brandon beside me. All the other people sat quietly and listened to the settlement leaders talk about the necessity of our survival, and the dangers of the outside wastes. Once the morning routines were concluded I pulled Brandon into a deserted corner and gripped his hand tightly. "So what happens now?", I said to him. "Well, I guess we go back to our usual duties.", Brandon said with a hint of sadness. I moved in closer to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. "Im supposed to be going out into the wastes again to look for supplies." Brandon gave me a look of shock as the realisation hit him. "Im coming with you." "Its going to be dangerous.", I replied. "I dont wanna lose you, and Im a more capable fighter." I nodded in agreement and we both headed for the main entrance. Brandon pulled on a heavy coat and grabbed a machine gun and stuck a gleaming combat knife into an inside coat pocket. I did the same, pocketing some extra ammo in case we ran into trouble. Brandon nodded to the door guard, who released the door clamps and opened the heavy metal gate. I had to close my eyes to protect them from the blindingly bright light, living underground most of the time makes a person especially sensitive to the outside environment. I stood there surveying the bleak, desert-like, landscape stretching for miles in every direction. We spent a few minutes scaling the large rock outcropping that shielded Haven's main entrance from view, and started on our way towards the ruins of a nearby town.. Chapter 2 to come soon.