A LONG PATROL ://
The first light of dawn filtered through the small windows of our classroom, casting a soft glow over the makeshift bed. I stirred, the events of the previous night rushing back to me—Jason's unexpected kiss, the intimacy we had shared. I turned to look at him, his chest rising and falling with each steady breath, a lock of hair falling across his forehead. He looked peaceful, vulnerable, and incredibly attractive.
I slipped out of bed, grabbing my clothes and heading to the corner of the room to change. As I dressed, I couldn't help but steal glances at Jason, remembering the feel of his body against mine, the taste of his lips. It was all so surreal, and I found myself questioning if it was just a moment of vulnerability for him or if there was more to it.
Once dressed, I turned to wake Jason. "Hey, sleepyhead," I said, nudging his shoulder gently. "Time to start the day."
Jason stretched, a lazy smile spreading across his face as he looked up at me. "Morning, Matt," he said, his voice husky from sleep.
The use of my nickname sent a shiver down my spine, reminding me of the intimacy we had shared. "Morning," I replied, trying to keep my voice casual. "We should get going. I'm sure Thompson has something planned for us today."
Jason nodded, swinging his legs over the side of the cot and standing up. He stretched again, his body on full display, and I had to force myself to look away, feeling a flush creep up my neck. "Yeah, you're right. Let's not keep him waiting."
We quickly finished getting ready, the room filling with a comfortable silence as we moved around each other. It was a domestic scene, one that felt both natural and excitingly new.
Thompson was already up and about, coordinating activities in the makeshift command center. He greeted us with a nod and a clipboard in hand. "Morning, you two. Sleep well?"
"Like a log," Jason replied, rubbing the back of his neck. "What's on the agenda for today?"
Thompson consulted his clipboard. "We're dividing the town into sectors and assigning teams to search each one. We need to find clues, survivors, and supplies. You two are up for the task?"
I nodded eagerly. "Absolutely. What sector are we assigned to?"
Thompson handed us a map with a specific area highlighted. "This is your sector. It includes the shopping district and a few residential areas. Be thorough, but be careful. We don't know what you might encounter out there."
Jason took the map, studying it intently. "Got it. We'll report back with anything we find."
Thompson clapped him on the back. "That's the spirit. Good luck out there."
With our assignment clear, Jason and I headed out, the map clenched tightly in his hand. The town was quiet, the usual bustle of activity replaced with an eerie stillness. We moved cautiously, our senses on high alert as we entered the shopping district.
"The storefronts are all intact," I noted, looking around at the undisturbed shops. "It's like the world just stopped."
Jason nodded, his expression serious. "Let's start with the larger stores and work our way down. If there are any supplies to be found, that's where they'll likely be."
The liquor store was dimly lit, the air cool and musty, a stark contrast to the heat outside. Jason spotted an unopened six-pack of beer on a shelf near the back, tucked away in the shadows. "Look at this," he said, holding it up. "Just what we need to take the edge off." Jason popped open two beers and handed one to me. The caps clinked as we tapped them together in a makeshift toast.
As we finished our beers, we made our way to the residential area of our sector. The houses stood silent and still, their doors locked tight, windows like blank eyes staring out at us. We decided we would have to start breaking into windows to examine the houses for any supplies. We chose a small ranch house, its white picket fence and manicured lawn seeming inviting enough.
The living room was neat and tidy, a thin layer of dust covering the surfaces. We moved through the house methodically, checking every cabinet, every closet, every nook and cranny. The kitchen was well-stocked, but some more cans of beans and chicken was not exactly what we were hoping for. Still, we gathered what we could, filling our bags with supplies.
After what felt like hours of searching, we finally started to grow tired. I turned to Jason, noticing that he was soaked in sweat, huge pit stains leaking down his sides. His shirt clung to his body, outlining every muscle, every line. "Jason, you're drenched," I said, concern in my voice. "We should cool off. There's a pool out back. Maybe we should jump in for a few minutes, cool ourselves down."
Jason looked at me, his eyes gleaming with a mix of exhaustion and excitement. "Sounds like a damn good plan to me, Matt," he said, a grin spreading across his face.
We made our way to the back of the house, pushing open the sliding glass door that led to the pool deck. The pool was a sparkling oasis, the water inviting and cool. We peeled off our clothes, leaving them in a pile on the deck. I couldn't help but steal a glance at Jason's body, his muscles glistening with sweat, his cock already half-hard.
We dove into the pool, the water a shock to our systems after the heat of the house. We horsed around with each other, splashing and laughing, the unspoken tension between us momentarily forgotten. The water was refreshing, the sun warm on our skin as we emerged from the pool, our bodies slick and shiny.
We collapsed onto the deck, allowing the sun to bake our naked bodies as we got in a much needed rest. I turned to Jason, admiring his glistening form. The sight of him, wet and shiny, was incredibly erotic. I felt my own cock starting to harden and was a bit embarrassed about it. I quickly averted my eyes, but not before Jason noticed.
He propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at me with a playful smirk. "Something must be making you excited, Matt," he said, his voice low and husky.
I felt a flush creep up my neck, but I said nothing, too embarrassed to respond. Jason slowly moved his hand over to my thigh, his touch gentle and teasing. I felt an electric shock at his touch, my body responding instantly to his proximity.
He began to rub my skin, his fingers tracing the lines of my muscles. His touch was light, almost feather-like, but it sent shivers down my spine. I watched as his hand moved higher, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. My breath hitched in anticipation, my body arching into his touch.
Jason's eyes never left mine as he moved his hand closer to my erect shaft. He began to make gentle, soft strokes, his touch light and teasing. I started to whimper softly, my body trembling with anticipation. "Fuck, Jason," I moaned, my voice hoarse with desire.
He leaned over, his voice low and husky. "Do you want me to put it in my mouth, Matt?" he asked, his breath hot on my ear.
I begged, "Yes. You don’t know how badly I want that."
He began to tease the head of my cock with his wet tongue, his touch light and tantalizing. I moaned, my body arching into his touch, desperate for more. Within seconds, I felt my orgasm building, the sensation of his mouth on me too intense to resist. I came with a shuddering groan, my body convulsing as I spilled into his mouth.
Jason was taken aback by the amount of cum, some of it dripping down the shaft as he quickly swallowed the rest, coughing slightly. He looked up at me, his eyes wide with surprise. "Wow, Matt," he said, a cute smile playing on his lips. "Someone was really ready to go."
I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me, but Jason's playful tone eased my discomfort. I quickly jumped over to him, my body pressing against his as I captured his lips in a breathless kiss. I could taste myself on his lips, the salty tang of my cum mixing with the sweetness of his mouth.
Jason responded eagerly, his hands roaming my body, exploring every curve and line. I broke the kiss, my breath coming in short gasps. "My turn," I murmured.
I moved down his body, my lips and tongue tracing a path over his meaty pecs. I loved the feel of his chest, the hard muscles beneath my touch. I sucked on his nipples, feeling them harden in my mouth, and inhaled deeply, taking in the musky scent of his sweat. The smell was intoxicating, a primal aroma that sent shivers down my spine.
Jason moaned, his body arching into my touch, as I moved lower, my tongue tracing a path down his abs, his hips, his thighs. I couldn't resist the temptation of his armpits, the dark, sweaty crevices that smelled of pure masculinity. I buried my face in them, inhaling deeply, the scent driving me wild with desire.
I took his cock in my hand, stroking it gently while I continued to explore his body with my mouth. I could feel him hardening in my hand, his breaths coming in short gasps. I moved back to his cock, taking it fully into my mouth, my head bobbing up and down as I sucked and licked, my hand stroking the base of his shaft in time with my movements.
The sensation of him, the taste of him, the feel of his hands in my hair, it was all intoxicating. I could feel his body tensing, his breaths coming in short gasps as he neared his release. But I wanted to draw it out, to make it last.
I released his cock from my mouth and slid it back and forth between my slick fingers, the sensation driving him wild. Jason moaned, his hips bucking into my touch, his body trembling with anticipation.
"Fuck…Matt," he panted, his voice strained. "That feels amazing."
I continued to tease him, my tongue and hands exploring every inch of his body, driving him to the brink of ecstasy. After what felt like an eternity, Jason finally spoke, his voice hoarse with desire. "I'm close, Matt. So close."
He pushed me down onto my back, his body hovering over mine. He took his cock in his hand, stroking it rapidly as he looked down at me, his eyes filled with lust. I stuck out my tongue, eager to taste him, to feel him come undone.
With a final, shuddering groan, Jason came, his body shaking as he spilled his release onto my face. I moaned, the warm, sticky liquid covering my skin, my tongue lapping up every drop. The sensation was incredible, the taste of him, the feel of him, it was all too much to resist.
As he came down from his high, Jason collapsed onto the deck beside me, his body pressed against mine. He pulled me into his arms, his lips capturing mine in a slow, passionate kiss. "That was incredible, Matt," he murmured against my lips. "You have no idea how much I needed that."
I smiled, feeling a sense of contentment and affection wash over me. "I'm glad I could help," I said softly. "Because I needed it too."
As I lay naked on top of Jason, our bodies slick with sweat and the remnants of our passion, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of us, lost in each other, exploring the depths of our connection. Jason's strong arms wrapped around me, holding me close, his heart beating steadily against my chest. I could feel his breath on my neck, his lips gently kissing my skin. In that moment, nothing else mattered.
Unknown to Jason nor I, one of Thompson's men had taken post on the roof of a nearby house, his binoculars trained intently on our bare bodies. He watched our every move.
"Got eyes on them, Office Thompson," the man murmured into his communication device. “They’ve been going at it, just like you said.”
Thompson responded through static, "How long?"
There was a pause before the man continued, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and professionalism. "They've been at it for a while. Good little cocksuckers. Very enthusiastic."
Office Thompson's voice came through again, probing. "Keep an eye on them. Collect whatever details you think are necessary. Over.”
The man nodded, even though Thompson couldn't see him. "Understood. I'll keep a close watch. They won't know we're here. Over."
TO BE CONTINUED
