Day 120. We as a group of five had survived pretty well. Holed up in a disused petrol station a fire was roaring just about as we battled the cold and the elements. We were thankfully dressed and had a stock pile of weapons to deal with any hordes of the walking dead that may gatecrash our location. I had just turned 19 and was second to my step-dad in terms of looking after our clan. My main focus and drive was to survive and see the next day.
On that Halloween of 2024 I had noticed a change in our make shift home. We were steadily running out of supplies. In the past we relied on killing our food but the deer, wild boar and rabbits had been wiped out by a virus. We had to rely on the tinned food to get by, be it through safe storage, theft or trade. We went from 2.5 meals a day to 0.5 meals a day if we were lucky. I noticed my older sisters looking thinner, I notice my folks were getting more tetchy with hunger seeping through. Yet, us men of the household continued to be optimistic and to continue the search for food. It was clear to anyone though that lady luck would be our only saving grace, with a sprinkling of thoughts and prayers.
It was 11PM as we were wrapped up in our sleeping bags that very Halloween evening that we were graced by the Kingsleys They were a gang on the look out for fuel. They strolled in in their white caps, trackies and hooded tops making it clear they wanted fuel.
"I am sorry lads but your gonna have to leave empty handed" said my dad firmly as he slowly got to his feet. I always admired my step-dad for being firm. Before the end of world he worked as a fireman and as a builder. He was stocky build, bald, thick set black stubble, piercing blue eyes and large hands. In his thick leather jacket, chequered shirt and cargo trousers and boots he remained on his feet and stared the lads out.
"Oh yeah? Well we are just looking for fuel buddy. We are happy to give a deal" said one of the gang. He appeared to be the leader. He seemed someone that would use violence to get his point across. Yet, my step-dad kept the shotgun he was carrying in his hand. It was as much an impasse between them and us. We then spotted a lad, slightly smaller than the gang-leader return and shake his head
"Just found the one canister of fuel Darren" he added showing his disappointment. It was clear in his voice. Both sides knew it was pointless displaying violence or challenging it. Dad with his hand and a nod waved it as acceptable and Darren offered his thanks with a nod.
"How you surviving?" asked Darren as he and the four lads knelt, leant against the counter on the other side of the room. Mum was the first to speak and echo that October had been the toughest month. At length she explained how since the virus developed food was becoming scarce. As they listened one of the quietest took an apple from his pocket. He put it to his mouth and started to crunch into it. I don't know why but the sight of him tucking into a miserable apple started a chain reaction amongst us. If you looked at all our faces and eyes you could read the desperation we had.
"See we have not had that problem as we are not from these parts" said Darren who clearly had a more northern accent. "We are so desperate" said Mum as she welled up a bit, comforted by my eldest sister Katie. A rub of the shoulder to display that we are all struggling with this together.
"Is there a chance that you could offer some of your stockpile of food?" asks Katie. She was trying to display their good nature. Charity. The lads laughed and that laugh was clear to all of us that they were not simply going to help us. I felt myself shaking with anger. Not so much because of them but the situation. There was a pause and a stony silence.
"There must be something you need?" asked my mum to the older of the gang. He just shrugged "Not really, we have enough food, we have water, we have weapons...fuel is all we need" he added. I see the exchange with eyes between my folks that simply just showed that this was something we simply did not have. Fuel was non-existant. Even for fires we relied on burning wood or fabrics.
"Then we will be on our way" adds Darren. Mum buries her head and cries at length. The tears cut through all of us.
"How far would you go then, for food?" asks Darren. Mum gives him a look and he holds his hands up "No we are not after your girls, our own girlfriends are in the next town. But how far would you go?" he asks. It feel a question we don't know how to answer. We shrug and the conversation ends there. The room goes quiet. Its getting close to midnight. Its clear the lads are just waiting for the right point to leave.
We then all stare open mouthed as Kyle one of the gang brings in a massive hamper. Its like Christmas has come early. Hannah my other sister just breaks down in tears "Mum, there is Beans, Chocolate, Biscuits, fucking sausages!" she says as tears roll down her face. "Thank you so much" adds Mum as the girls rifle through the hamper.
"Its not a gift...I am showing you what we have love" adds Darren. Slowly the enthusiasm drains from Hannah as she puts the tins back in. "You can have it on one condition" he adds. "Them two fuck" he adds, his finger directed at me and then moves to point at my step-dad. "What the actual fuck" someone from our side says and I see the other lads laugh. They are mocking us. "Fuckers!" scream Hannah as she launches herself at one of the lads flailing. The mockery cutting right through us.
Darren picks up the hamper and closes it as he places it on the counter. "Look we can come to a deal mate" adds step-dad as he walks over. In the shroud of darkness they start to talk. I feel sick to the core like my sisters that they are mocking and laughing at us. Hannah plays with a label dreaming of some beans on bread. Feeling cheated it was in our grasp.
Darren walks over and slowly puts a pan down near the fire. He opens one can of beans and slowly places it into the pan. "Thank you" says Mum as he seems to be showing some gratitude to our situation. "You don't know how tough its been" she adds as she rubs his arm. "Your must understand that?" she asks and he nods. He slowly stirs the beans in the pan and the smell is so overpowering. It fills my nostrils and I close my eyes. I picture myself sat in my kitchen before the crisis, a normal Saturday, getting ready of footy practice. Mums cooking filling the air.
As I open my eyes I see my step dad walk over and slowly sit beside me. "Managed to get some food for us" he smiles as he ruffles my hair. I beam a smile. "We always pull through don't we?" I add and he nods. We watch the beans cooking as he pulls out a plate and loads some up for Hannah. We all sit there and watch as she wolfs down her portion of beans. her actions show how hungry we are. Next he loads the plate and gives it to my other sister and she starts to savour each mouthful as she feels the warmth of the hot beans. "Thank you so much lads" she smiles.
Mum takes her plate and slowly takes a portion as the last remnants of the beans are used up. She slowly scrapes the beans into her mouth and asks Darren "They barely went around all of us?!" she asks. Darren nods. "Well the second tin is here" he adds as he loads the pan. Mum nestles her head into Hannah's shoulder as he knows we are all going to be fed.
"Want me to cook up the second batch now mate?" asks Darren. My step-dad adds "You upheld your side of bargain for the girls, we'll uphold our side" he adds. I watch as he slowly pulls off his jacket and folds it up. He slowly slides down the side of my sleeping bag and slowly undoes his belt.
"So where abouts do you lads hail from?" he asks as he slowly pulls off his trousers. "We come from Lincoln, we are basically on our way to repay a debt" adds Darren as he folds up his trousers. The room is eerily silent from our side as I watch his boxers come down, his cock erect and tented at 8'. "You know I never want to see you pricks again yeah?" he adds and all lads nod. I feel him get close to me in the sleeping bag and slowly pull down my PJ bottoms and toss the garment to one side.
"I'll put your beans on now mate" he smirks as I feel my left leg slowly cupped and lifted into the air. My head is turned and find myself slowly locking lips with him. I have always dated girls, always felt that I was straight but a seed in my mind has always considered same sex. Situation though has drawn me into the arms of mums boyfriend. He has only been in my life for a few years but I am now finding myself locking lips with him. He is shaking, he is quivering, he cannot believe as well he is in this situation. His chest is beating so much I can feel it as we kiss and as soon as we started he pulls away.
Darren can sense that he cannot do it. Even for a months supply of food. Its too close to call, his wife is opposite, he has never had gay sex before and not with a lad he knows so well of 19yrs. Darren knew this wasnt going to happen. Darren did it for pure entertainment. What he did not expect or anyone including Steve was my reaction.
"Fuck me now" I moan as I have dilated eyes. Looking him directly in the eyes. He look me back in eyes with shock. Even the gang did not expect me to respond in that way. "I need you badly" I say as breath heavily. "No" he said firmly. "Its fine, lets do it, I need it" I responded. He kisses me on the forehead and slowly starts to push against my asshole. His cock head slowly pushes against my bare asshole, tufts of hair circling it as he pushes against it. It slowly opens my asshole as it grows and becomes accoustomed to it. It slowly edges in as I let out a "Fuck Fuckety Fuck" as I close my eyes and let it sink in.
No one, not even Darren can look at us or believe we have gone through with it. Steve grits his teeth as he pushes deeper and I feel the whole head inside me. His mature cock fucking my bum for the first time. He cups my leg and kisses my forehead as he feels guilty as hell seducing.
He places the beans in the pan and slowly starts to stir as I start to feel a cock of 7' slowly fucking me. Sounds of the fire crackling but also rustling of sleeping bag and balls slapping as it pounds away into me.
"Credit to you two, no way did I think you would go through with it by fucking" he chuckles. I smile "Well, all turned out alright" I add as I smile as I get fucked. He starts to pant and pick up the pace. "Should have done it sooner!" I gloat as he laughs. "Fuck me harder, yes fuck me" I moan as he carries on. Pounding away into my arse.
Switching positions and on my hands and knees, feel him remount and slowly push from behind. I stretch out as I feel all 7' re-enter. "Don't stop, fuck me for being good" I moan and flirt as he picks up the pace. His manly hands wrapped around me and he whispers "Were doing good, think of the food" he adds trying to focus on the deed is for food.
However for me its just the sex. Food is distant from my mind. In a months time we will be a couple, the girls having left us and our unit fully broken. I look at the lads thinking if I could have them as well. Rocking, pushing back on his cock as it pounds away, my hair gripped so he can get leverage as he pounds away. 20 minutes he has been fucking and finally I feel a judder and a sensation of heat as mountains of cum fill my bum. He leans over my back as he ejaculates. He instantly gets up and rushes off to clear his head with fresh air.
I remain on my hands and knees, having just had sex. I am sweaty, I am clammy. "Fuck that was amazing Darren" I say turning the tables on him. Knowing we will be fed!
