Luckily, our school hadn't really been bombarded with refugees yet. It was still empty enough for us high school savvy miscreants to find hidden little nooks and crannys in the building to do things like have a good screw in an upstairs classroom. My friends and I were staying after the final bell for our weekly 'Gay/Straight' alliance meeting when the outside world started going to shit. The whole thing seemed like some kind of a stupid prank or something at first. Like...who would fall for such a ridiculous joke of a news broadcast. 'Stay inside'? 'Zombie like creatures'? 'Find shelter'? It was something right out of a horror movie. A bad horror movie at that. However...now that I think about it...that's probably why the outbreak was so bad, and why it happened so quickly. Nobody believed it was real.
The military did all it could to stop the panic and chaos out in the streets, but it soon became evident that their only effective course of action was to grab as many survivors as humanly possible and evacuate the most overrun parts of the city to get them to safety. If for no other reason than to keep the enemy's numbers from multiplying so rapidly. We were already outnumbered a thousand to one, and that number was getting more and more unbalanced by the hour. Maybe even by the minute.
So I've been locked up in this place for about eight days now. A part of me thinks it sucks. But it's not like I felt like going home to my foster parents any time soon. Not that I wished death upon them or anything. I mean...I hope they've been carried off to safety somewhere too. Just...it's a long story. Let's just say that an extended vacation away from home is fine by me. Even if all of human civilization has to break down to make it happen. That's all I'm saying.
"Sonny! What the fuck, man? Where have you been?" My friend, Cameron. He's gay like me, but we've only fooled around a couple of times before we realized how pointless it was to pretend we were anything more than friends. He's super cute, and the hook ups were great...but we work better as partners in crime than we do as anything even remotely considered 'romantic'. Or even sexual, for that matter. It's like sleeping with my twin brother. It's just plain weird.
"You keeping tabs on me now, Cam?" I grinned as he walked with me into the cafeteria.
"I thought you had become one of those kids that just vanished into thin air around here lately. Where the hell did you run off to?"
"I had some business to take care of." I gave Cam a wink, and he just shook his head.
"Are you serious? Again? Who's life did you fuck up this time?"
Glancing around the room, I happened to see Gus sitting at one of the tables...pretending not to see me. It only made my smile even wider. "Who do you think?" I said, nodding my head in the right direction.
"Really? Nerd Boy??? You've gotta be fucking kidding me!" He giggled. "I thought we both agreed that he was going to become a serial killer some day or something?"
"Say what you want, that boy is seriously packing a monster in his pants. I'm thinking about keeping him on my short list of potentials. He's a juicy one, indeed."
"You amaze me, you know that?"
"Not as much as I amazed him about ten minutes ago. That's for sure." I said. "Too bad he's still got a chain and padlock on his personal closet door, though."
"He says he's straight?"
"He downright insists on it." I replied.
I wrinkled my forehead. "Psh! Fuck no! I know the difference between some bi-curious jock who wants to get his rocks off, and a boy who's been having wet dreams about boys like me since he first hit puberty. If he came any harder in me I'd be able to skip my next three meals. He just needs more time to process what's going on in his head. That's all."
Cameron grinned, "Big head? Or little head?"
"Big head. Definitely. The jury is already out on what the little head wants. Hehehe!"
Another close friend of mine surprised us by sneaking up from a different angle. "Little head? What are we talking about?" I had only met Dallas a few days ago. He's just as much of a hostage here as the rest of us, but both of his parents were also rescued and brought here to stay close to him. I'll admit...the first time that I approached him in the big gym...I did it because I thought he was super cute. Well, a LOT of boys here are super cute...but there was something about Dallas that went beyond his favorable genetics and wavy light brown hair. He just had an aura about him that...I don't know...it touched me. There was nothing 'naughty' about my thoughts concerning him. He was just...a nice guy.
Wait, maybe I should explain...
I guess that people could say that I have this...rather 'liberal' perspective when it comes to sex with other boys. I figure, if they're giving out some hard dick, I might as well take it. Otherwise they're just going to give it to somebody else, right? I like sex. If I could have sex and do nothing else for the rest of my life, I'd be totally ok with that. I mean...at least it's love, right? For those few, choice moments...there's another person who's focused on ME, and ME alone. They pay attention. They need me. Not everybody gets to experience that in their lives. Being loved. Being needed. Lord knows I didn't know what it was like to be the center of somebody's world until I had their hard boners throbbing in my mouth, sliding back and forth across the surface of my tongue. Oh yeah....NOW I've got your attention, don't I?
But with Dallas? Things were different. As cute as he was, it almost made me feel like a pervert to think of him in a sexual way. I saw him naked in one of the school showers once, and I blushed so hard that he literally had to ask me if I was alright. I couldn't even LOOK at him. I don't know what the hell was wrong with me, but something about Dallas and his sweetness and his big, dumb, innocent eyes just made him totally off limits in my mind. Which was a pain in the ass, because I really liked Dallas. I liked him a lot.
I consider him my only friend. I don't have many friends. I have people that I've fucked in the past, and people I hope to fuck in the future. But Dallas is some weird anomaly in my usual pattern of behavior. And it bugs the shit out of me that I can't understand why.
Cameron snickered at Dallas' question, and said, "Our in house Casanova has been at it again. That's what we're talking about."
"ANOTHER ONE???" Dallas exclaimed, his eyes wide. "Dude...how many guys has it been since you've been on lockdown?"
I thought about it for a second, and then covered my eyes as I chuckled to myself. "Ummm...I think this makes number six, actually."
Cameron laughed. "Look at you. You are such a shameless slut. You know that, right?"
"Hahaha! WHAT? A zombie apocalypse brings out the 'horny' in people." I said. "It's bad for humanity, but GREAT for my sex life. You need to get in on this before I start snatching up some of these cutie pie soldiers too."
I saw Gus accidentally peek over at me, still ashamed of what he had done. He's probably put himself through all sorts of needless torture, thinking that he's sick and demented. WEAK for allowing himself to be human for a few moments of bliss. From the distressed look on his face, I'm pretty sure that he's convinced himself that he's going straight to hell.
So I made him feel even worse by smiling at him across the room, and seductively licking my lips. I hope it reminds him of how awesome it felt to have my moist lips sliding up and down his shaft, my fingers caressing his tender sack as the longer strands of my dyed black hair tickled his thighs. Dream about me, sweetheart. You know you want to.
"Don't tease him, Sonny. Geez, have a heart." Cameron said with a gentle shove.
"He'll get over it. I'm not going to tell anybody about what happened."
"Except for me." Cam said.
"And me." Dallas smirked.
"You two don't count. Nobody else, is what I meant."
"You'd better watch yourself around this sex-hungry boy whore, Dallas. You never know when he's going to add you to his list of apocalyptic conquests." Cameron said.
"Oh please." I grinned, rather bashfully. "Besides, Dallas is what we would call 'terminally hetero'. We'd both be wasting our time."
"This is true." Dallas grinned. Did I imagine it...or did the subtle tilt of his smile during that statement sting a little bit inside?
"Such a flaw in you, cutie." Cameron said. "I suppose you're still useful though."
"Yeah. We need boys like you to breed more cute boys like us." Cam told him. I laughed.
"There ya go, Dallas. See? You straight boys serve a purpose after all...as unnatural as it may be." I spoke the words...but I still felt as though someone had poked a giant hole in my kite the second he admitted to me 'wasting my time' on him. And now I was just twisting in the wind, wondering why I was trying to stay afloat at all. It was stupid. So fucking stupid.
"Are you gonna grab some of the slop they're serving up there tonight or not?" Cameron asked me.
"Nah. I don't think so. At least not right now." Did I sound like I was pouting? I didn't mean for it to come out like that.
"You sure? I'd think all that hot ramrod action would have you starving for a little taste of something. Hehehe!"
"I know, right?" I smiled, somehow wishing that it would make Dallas jealous. I know that's a total flaw in my logic, but the human heart doesn't make much sense out of anything rational. "Honestly, I think I'm just gonna go for a walk or something. Just...wander the halls of this place for a while and pretend that I still have somewhere to go. If for no other reason than to kill time until this whole zombie prank thing is over with and they let us go."
I stood up from the table, and to my surprise, Dallas stood up too. "I'll walk with you. I need to clear my head too. This whole situation is too crazy for me to be thinking about it all the time like this." His brown eyes stared into mine for a moment, and he said, "You don't mind, do you?"
"No...I don't mind at all."
Cameron said, "Well, pardon me while I go stuff my face then. Food portions are gonna get a hell of a lot smaller if they keep bringing in new people the way they have been over the last few days."
"Maybe they'll vanish into thin air, like you said, Cam." I said.
"I doubt we'll be that lucky."
Cameron went to go stand in the cafeteria line, and Dallas and I started walking towards the hallway. He could be so cute sometimes. Without even trying. I mean...it was hard to look at him sometimes. So I looked down at his feet instead, hoping to hide my infatuation from his piercing gaze.
"Hehehe, where'd you get those?" I asked.
"Those shoes! Those are actually pretty dope, dude."
"These? Hehehe, yeah. When they asked me to get on one of the refugee trucks, this was one of the first things I grabbed from my house. They're my lucky shoes." He said, cheerfully.
That was so adorable to me. "You have a pair of 'lucky shoes'?"
"Doesn't everybody?" He joked.
"They are really...um...red." I giggled. "But I like 'em. They fit you." I said, instantly feeling the need to hide my face. It was hardly a compliment worthy of being embarrassed about. "Maybe they'll bring you enough good luck to get you out of here."
"Here's hoping, right?" He said. "I'll keep my fingers crossed, Sonny."
Me too, Dallas. Sighhhh...me too.