ARE YOU FRIENDLY : //
The laundromat was dimly lit, the only light filtering in through the small, grimy windows. The place was eerie, with laundry machines and dryers standing silent and still, their usual hum absent. I took a step forward, my eyes scanning the area, and that's when I noticed it—a scrapped piece of paper on the ground, crumpled and discarded.
"Jason, look at this," I said, picking up the paper and smoothing it out. "It looks like someone was here not too long ago."
Jason joined me, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene. "Yeah, and it looks like they left in a hurry. What's on the paper?"
I unfolded the paper, revealing a scribbled note and a radio frequency. "It's a radio frequency," I said, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. "And a note that says 'High School.'"
Jason took the paper from me, his expression serious. "We should check this out. If there's a message on this frequency, it could be important. You didn’t happen to pack a radio in one of our bags, did you Mr. Expert Packer?"
I punched his shoulder teasingly. “You know, I can’t think of everything. But you have one back at the house right? That’s in the direction of the school anyway.” We both looked back down at the paper. I guess our new normal was going to be waiting for us there.
We returned to Jason's house, the paper with the mysterious frequency clutched tightly in my hand. Jason suggested we split up to search for a radio. "I'll check the garage," he said. "You should look in my closet. I might have an old radio in a box in there."
I nodded and made my way to his bedroom, pushing the door open and stepping inside. The room was neat and orderly, but it held a distinct masculine energy that was undeniably Jason. I took a moment to absorb the details, learning more about my new companion. In the corner, I noticed a set of weights and a workout bench, a testament to his dedication to staying in shape. A few posters of mountainous landscapes adorned the walls, giving the room a serene yet rugged feel.
I turned my attention to the closet, pushing open the doors to reveal a neat arrangement of clothes and boxes. I started rummaging through them, but my curiosity got the better of me, and I found myself drawn to the nightstand beside the bed. I pulled open the top drawer, finding nothing but a TV remote and some scribbled notes. Nothing of particular interest there.
But the bottom drawer was a different story. I hesitated for a moment before pulling it open, and what I found inside sent a jolt of surprise and arousal through me. Nestled among some random items was a massive dildo, its size impressive and undeniable. I couldn't help but pick it up, turning it over in my hands and admiring its length and girth. It was bigger than any I had seen before, and I felt a stir of desire at the thought of what Jason being aroused by a dick up his ass.
Beside the dildo was a wadded-up black shirt, and as I picked it up, I noticed the stains. Dried cum stains, to be precise. I felt my nose inch closer, inhaling slightly, taking in the musky scent that was uniquely Jason. It was intimate and erotic, a glimpse into his private world, and I felt a rush of arousal course through me.
Just as I was processing this new information, Jason entered the room, a radio in hand. He froze in the doorway, his eyes widening in surprise as he took in the scene before him. Me, standing there with his dildo in one hand and his cum-stained shirt in the other.
"Matthew…" he began, a note of embarrassment in his voice as he tried to play it off. "I see you've found my... collection."
I raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips as I held up the dildo. "This is impressive, Jason. Even bigger than the one I have."
Jason laughed nervously, running a hand through his hair, his cheeks growing red as he stepped further into the room. "Yeah, well, you know. A guy's got his needs."
He tried to change the subject, clearing his throat and holding up the radio. "Speaking of which, I found this in the garage. Let's see if we can't figure out that frequency, huh?"
I couldn't shake the image of him pleasuring himself with that dildo, the thought sending a fresh wave of desire through me.
He placed the radio onto the bed, tuning it to the frequency listed on the paper. Static filled the air for a moment before a clear, repeating message came through: "This is a message from the state police. We are meeting at the high school. We have no news. Repeat, we are meeting at the high school. We have no news."
Jason looked at me, his eyes wide with realization. "This could be it, Matthew. This could be the clue we need to find more survivors."
I nodded. "We have to go there. We have to find out what's happening."
Jason put the radio away, his expression determined. "Let's do it. But we should be careful. We don't know what we're walking into."
“Agreed. Let's grab our bags. Do you need this for the road?” I joked as I held the dildo up one more time.
“Jesus, Matthew. Put that down please. It’s not exactly clean.” I tossed it on the bed playfully behind me and we headed out.
As we approached the high school, the once-familiar surroundings now felt foreign and dangerous. The silence was deafening, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant call of a bird. We moved cautiously, our senses on high alert, when suddenly, a sharp crack echoed through the air. A bullet.
In an instant, Jason reacted, tackling me to the ground with a force that left me breathless. We hit the pavement hard, our bodies entwined as he covered me protectively. Our chests were pressed tightly against each other, our hearts pounding in sync as we lay there, stunned.
Jason's face was inches from mine, his eyes wide with concern. "Are you hurt, Matthew?" he asked, his voice a low rumble, his breath hot on my face.
I shook my head, my voice barely a whisper. "No, I'm okay. You?"
He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips despite the tension. "I'm good. Stay down."
We lay there for a moment longer, our bodies pressed together, the reality of our situation sinking in. Then, slowly, we raised our heads, looking around cautiously.
A state trooper stood a short distance away, his pistol raised and pointed at us. "ARE YOU FRIENDLY?" he shouted out, his voice firm and authoritative. "I REPEAT, ARE YOU FRIENDLY?"
Jason and I exchanged a glance, then slowly raised our hands in a universal sign of surrender. "We're friendly!" Jason called back, his voice steady and clear. "We're just looking for answers!"
The trooper lowered his gun slightly but kept his guard up, his eyes scanning us warily. "Stay where you are. I'm coming to you."
He approached cautiously, his pistol still at the ready. As he got closer, I could see the exhaustion and tension etched on his face, the weariness in his eyes. He was on guard, and it was clear he had seen or been through something traumatic.
"What's your name?" the trooper asked, his voice slightly softer but still firm.
"Jason," he replied, then gestured to me. "This is Matthew. And you are?"
"Officer Thompson," he responded, finally lowering his gun completely but keeping his hand on it, ready to draw if needed. "I'm glad to see some familiar faces. Things have been... complicated."
Jason nodded, understanding in his eyes. "We get it. We've been trying to figure out what's going on too. That's why we're here. We found a note and a radio frequency leading us to this school."
Officer Thompson's expression softened slightly. "I see. Well, you're in luck. We have a makeshift command center set up inside. There are others here, and we're trying to piece together what happened. Come with me, and I'll fill you in on what we know."
We followed Officer Thompson towards the school, our steps cautious but hopeful. Officer Thompson was a well built man, a bit older but his frame was solid in his uniform. He was bald, his skin smooth save for the five o’clock shadow sprouting along his jaw. He had several weapons strapped to his belt, including a pistol and some pepper spray.
The high school loomed ahead, a stark reminder of the normalcy that now felt like a distant dream. As we entered the building, the hum of activity and the sight of other survivors filled us with a sense of relief and belonging. We were no longer alone, and perhaps, just perhaps, we could find the answers we so desperately sought.
Thompson led us to a makeshift command center set up in the school's library. Maps were spread out on tables, and a group of people were huddled together, discussing strategies and sharing information. The atmosphere was tense but organized, a beacon of hope in the midst of chaos.
"Have a seat," Thompson said, gesturing to two empty chairs. "I'll fill you in on what we know."
Jason and I sat down, our eyes taking in the flurry of activity around us. Officer Thompson pulled up a chair and leaned in, his voice low and serious.
"We don't know much," he started, "but we do know that something big happened. All electronics are down, and it's like the world just... stopped. We've been trying to piece together what caused it, but so far, we've got nothing concrete."
He paused, his expression turning thoughtful. "There are rumors, though. Strange sights in the sky, unidentified flying objects, that kind of thing. Some people think it might be... alien involvement. But who knows? All we can do is speculate."
Jason leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. "So, what's the plan? How do we survive this?"
Officer Thompson nodded, appreciating the direct question. "Our best bet is to stick together. There's safety in numbers, and we need all the help we can get. We're setting up a base here at the school, fortifying the perimeter, and gathering supplies. Our priority is to find more survivors and create a community that can support itself."
He looked at each of us, his gaze intense. "We need to be cautious, too. We don't know what's out there, and we don't know who we can trust. But if we work together, we stand a chance."
I nodded, feeling a sense of determination wash over me. "We're in. We'll do whatever it takes to help."
Jason agreed, his expression resolute. "Count us in. We're here to stay."
Thompson stood up, extending a hand to each of us. "Welcome to the team. Let's find a way to make this work."
Thompson offered to bring us to our homes with one of their working vehicles so we could quickly pack our essentials. "We've set up makeshift private rooms in different classrooms," he explained. "You'll have some privacy and a place to store your things. Do you want to be assigned two smaller individual rooms, or would you prefer one room together?"
Before I could even respond, Jason confirmed, "We'll be staying together."
Thompson nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Alright, then. Let's get you settled in quickly."
We drove to my house, and Thompson waited outside as Jason and I rushed in to grab our stuff. Within minutes, we were back, our backpacks filled with clothes, toiletries, and a few personal items. The house felt empty and foreign, but the familiarity of our belongings was comforting.
"Alright, let's get you two back to the school," Thompson said, starting the engine.
The drive back was quick, and soon we were standing in front of our assigned classroom. Thompson handed us a key and a small lantern. "Here you go. Make yourselves at home. If you need anything, just let me know."
"Thank you, Thompson," Jason said, taking the key and lantern. "We really appreciate it."
Thompson clapped him on the back. "No problem. We're all in this together. Now, get some rest. You've earned it."
With that, he left us alone in the hallway. Jason turned to me, his eyes reflecting the soft glow of the lantern. "Ready to see our new home?"
I nodded, feeling a flutter of excitement and nerves. "Let's do it."
Jason unlocked the door and pushed it open, revealing our new living space. The classroom had been transformed into a cozy haven, with two cots pushed together to form a makeshift bed, a small table, and a few personal touches that made it feel more like a home. The lantern cast a warm, inviting glow over the room, creating an intimate atmosphere.
"Well, what do you think?" Jason asked, setting the lantern down on the table.
I looked around, taking in the details. "It's perfect."
We started to unpack our belongings, placing our clothes in the small dresser and setting up our personal items on the table. As we worked, the atmosphere between us shifted, becoming more intimate and charged. Every brush of our hands, every stolen glance, sent a spark of electricity through me, a reminder of the growing connection between us.
After we finished unpacking, I turned to the cot, starting to adjust it. "We should probably separate these so we have more space," I suggested, trying to pull one of the cots away from the other.
Jason placed a hand on mine, stopping me. "Leave them," he said, his voice low and firm. "I want to keep them together."
I looked up at him, surprise and curiosity in my eyes. "Why?"
“I feel like you are the only person I have right now. I don’t want to wake up in the night and think I’m alone again.”
I nodded. "Alright then. I'm just going to change into something more comfortable," I said, grabbing my boxers from my bag. I scanned the classroom, essentially one big box. Not much in the way of privacy. I decided on a corner of the room near some trunks for storage. I turned my back to Jason and started to strip.
Fully naked now, I felt a subtle cool wind on my bare cheeks. Movement. I heard Jason's voice, soft and inviting. "Matthew?"
I turned to see him standing there, naked with his cock hanging heavy. A beautiful bush of pubic hair exposed. He walked up to me slowly, his eyes never leaving mine, and laid a hand on my chest.
"You don't need to hide in the corner." he said, his voice low and husky.
We were so close that the heads of our cocks were nearly touching. I was at a loss for words, my heart pounding in my chest as I looked into his eyes.
"You can call me Matt if you want." I managed to say, my voice barely a whisper. "The people close to me always called me Matt"
Jason leaned in, a slow, sexy smile spreading across his face. He planted a firm kiss on my lips, his hands roaming my body, exploring the smooth dip where my pecs met. "Goodnight, Matt," he murmured against my lips.
With that, he turned and crawled into the cot, leaving me standing there, my mind racing and my body aching with desire. I quickly grabbed my boxers and slid them on, my heart still pounding from the unexpected turn of events. I looked back at him again as he curled onto his stomach, his ass arched and presented with such beauty, like a roman sculpture. I slid into the cot next to him and closed my eyes. The world had gone to shit. But I had Jason. And I was so fucking lucky for that.
TO BE CONTINUED
