by Quil Carter
I took my share of china white and leaned back to let the drip fall down my throat, but a moment later I heard a thunk. I looked to my left and saw my boots beside me, Reaver had thrown them.
“Put them on and follow me. I got a surprise for you,” Reaver said. He grabbed his gun and walked towards the door. “Hurry up.”
I gave him a skeptical look but did as he asked. “What is it…?”
“Follow me and you’ll see.”
My eyes narrowed suspiciously but once again I did what he said. The next thing I knew I was stepping out into the plaguelands, only wearing my underclothes.
Reaver walked ahead of me, and I tried to keep up though my boots weren’t properly laced. He sauntered across the street and started heading towards our next door neighbour’s house. A rancher like the one we were staying in, with almost the same layout except the inside was more destroyed than the one that Reaver had made up for us.
The plaguelands were remarkably preserved, and I was looking forward to Reaver taking me to one of the shops to scavenge things. The sestic radiation was an amazing preserver; I hadn’t seen a house in either direction with anything worse than a sinking roof.
I kicked a rock and watched it bounce down the dirty road. Though the plagueland ash had covered a lot of the road, it was barely cracking, even the cars had remains of their paint jobs. I wasn’t sure how much rain we got here but it couldn’t be more than the sparse rainy seasons we had in the greywastes. We got two rainy seasons there, a short one in the fall before winter, or early winter, and our spring rains.
Finally, my legs caught me up to Reaver; he sure did walk fast. “Give me a hint,” I said as I gently nudged him with my shoulder.
The corner of Reaver’s mouth rose in a coy smirk. “The first morning I woke up to you beside me… I knew you wouldn’t be up for quite a while and I was bored. So I went out and did something special that I knew you’d like… something really out of character for me since I usually hated doing nice things for people.” Reaver started sprinting down the driveway of the neighbour’s house and continued down the road.
I stopped and thought for a second, before it finally popped in my head. “You – you found a loader tub here?” I asked as I ran after him.
Reaver turned around and started jogging backwards. “Nah, I’m not that creative but…” He turned around again and started running towards a thatch of bushes, just dry sticks all weaved together like tumbleweeds. I followed him and soon my ears picked up the sound of running water, and, surprisingly, my nose actually found the smell of the water as well. It… it smelled like radiation; I was now getting really familiar with that scent. The smell of radiation was a light tinny aroma, easily missed and your brain ignored it most of the time, but when I made a point to sniff the air, I could smell it.
A huge smile appeared on my face when I walked through the tightly woven bushes and saw an incline leading to a river. Far to the left, I could even see a truss bridge that was still intact and well-preserved, with metal beams criss-crossed above it and concrete pillars below. It looked like this river had been around even before the Fallocaust.
“This is where I’ve been getting our water,” Reaver called as he skidded down the rocky embankment to the river’s shore. I could see a green grocery basket full of soap, just like when he’d taken me to the loader tub. “Can you smell the radiation on it?”
I nodded as I put one foot in front of me and started sliding down the steep incline after him, rocks and dirt piling up against the back of my boots as my skidding disturbed the ground. “I can. Can you imagine how quickly this water would kill me if I drank it when I was mortal and still affected by the radiation? It has to be really concentrated for it to give off an actual smell.”
Reaver took his gun off and started unbuttoning his shirt. It was warm out today but every day seemed to have the same temperature. Warm enough that you didn’t need a jacket, but barely; I usually wore one though because I got cold so easily. I wonder if there was even weather here?
“I’m glad our Geigerchips are broken,” Reaver replied as he slid his pants down, revealing his black boxer briefs, the edges of them smudged with ash.
To my own humiliation, I felt myself blush, and to further drive in the embarrassment, Reaver noticed right away.
“Do you want me to stay dressed?” he asked, a strange look on his face.
“No, no,” I said hastily. And to show him I was okay I took off my own shirt. “It’s just… you know it’s been a long time since…”
Now it was Reaver’s turn to flush. He nodded and turned around to walk to the edge of the river. “Yeah, it has.”
I was only wearing my boxer briefs now, blue ones for me. I walked up to Reaver and we stood side by side in front of the river. The water had a brown tinge to it but you could see the rocks on the bottom so it was clear. I leaned down and cupped some of it into my hand and drank. It was cold, colder than I thought it would be.
I put my feet in and started wading. “Why don’t you grab some soap?” I asked, but when I turned around I saw Reaver already returning with the basket.
“When we get gasoline we can rig up some sort of water system,” Reaver said. He started walking into the river with a bottle of Gillette body wash in his hand. “Maybe move into one of these houses nearby. It might be worth it for convenience.” He walked into the deeper water before, to my surprise, he dived right into it. I shuddered at the thought of doing that myself but took several more steps into the brown-tinged river.
Reaver burst out of the water several feet away from me and gave me a grin, his hair, looking completely black, plastered against his face. He shook his head like a dog and started swimming in place. “Come here.”
I shook my head.
Reaver lightly tossed the bottle of Gillette over to me. “Come on, you can soap me up just like you love doing. I haven’t had a bath in months. I’ve died more than I’ve bathed. Come on and soap me up.”
A huff of air escaped my nose but I started walking towards Reaver, the water climbing up my bare, pasty legs.
I yelped though when the water touched my sensitive area; there was nothing worse than cold water on your testicles. Reaver, of course, laughed at me… then to my annoyance he splashed water at me.
“Stop it. I just need a moment!” I said exasperated.
He splashed me again, this time a great deal of water got on my groin. I sucked in a sharp breath and threw the bottle of soap at him.
Reaver caught it with a chuckle and splashed me again.
“That’s it. I’m going to kick your ass!” I declared. I jumped into the river, gasping at the cold and started swimming towards him. Reaver gave me a sheepish grin before raising both hands… and slamming them down on the water, completely coating my face.
I splashed him back and it was war after that. The two of us, like two kids, splashed and swept water at each other, laughing like idiots and grinning more than we had since I had woken up.
Then, feeling brave, I advanced towards Reaver, a mischievous grin on my face. He returned my look with a suspicious one himself, and started swimming backwards.
It must’ve been the playful mood between us because I was about to do something I hadn’t even anticipated, or known I had wanted to do. But as soon as it popped into my head I had grabbed it and ran with it.
I could be spontaneous and devious too.
I took in a deep breath and dipped under the water. I opened my eyes and saw Reaver’s pale legs and his black boxer briefs. I grabbed both sides of the elastic with my hands and started pulling his briefs off of him.
A heat centered in my chest when I saw his dick pop out of the briefs, soft and surrounded by untrimmed black hair but still the most beautiful one I’d ever seen. I pulled the briefs all the way off of him and rose to the surface with them in my hand.
Reaver was giving me a surprised look. I lifted up the black briefs and grinned, not knowing what had gotten into me but liking this b
rave side I was seeing in myself. I guess the last several days with him, and the relaxing we had done, had been good for my mind and my mental state, I was feeling better than ever.
“Why do you even need those?” I said with a coy smile. “You are my boyfriend.” I swung the briefs several times before letting go; they landed on the river bank with a wet splat.
Reaver, still with a shocked look, just stared back at me. I don’t think he knew what to say. So I decided to help him along. I put my hand on the small of his back and pulled him closer to me. Then, with his surprised face only inches away, I leaned in and pressed my lips against his.
Reaver let out a small groan and his lips parted; mine did as well, and we kissed deeply. Then, taking advantage of his open mouth, I slowly introduced my tongue and slid it across his front teeth. In response, his met mine, and like long lost lovers, they greeted each other and stayed intertwined as we kissed.
I didn’t want to break away from him so I didn’t. I raised my hand and grasped the back of his head. I didn’t let him pull away or move from my lips. We stayed, with our mouths locked together and our tongues reintroducing themselves, for quite a while before I finally separated us.
Then my hand reached down. I wanted to feel what that kiss had done to him; I was eager to feel it hard against my hand. The fire that had started inside of my chest when I had seen it under the water had turned into a bonfire from that kiss, and it had already made my own dick stiff.
I tried not to feel disappointed when I still felt it flaccid. I joined our lips again so he couldn’t see my face, and instead started gently stroking it. Though I didn’t get that long to play with it, Reaver’s hand soon found itself wandering and he pushed my own hand away to get easier access to my front.
Well… I really wanted to give him the attention but I let Reaver take the lead. He always had to be leader so I shouldn’t be surprised.
And any reservations I had at him not letting me get him hard, were soon vanquished when he pulled my briefs away and started rubbing my penis with his hand.
“Feeling good?” Reaver asked playfully. I loved the glint in his eye.
“Yes!” I gasped. He chuckled before ducking back under the water. I looked down and took in a sharp breath, followed by a cry of surprise when I felt his warm mouth cover the head.
The pleasure overwhelmed me as Reaver sucked on the head of my dick, his tongue massaging the bottom and his mouth flexing with the suction. It was sending shivers down my spine and both relaxing and tensing up my body.
Reaver removed his mouth and surfaced but his hand was still on my dick, my foreskin now protecting the temperature sensitive head. He leaned in and kissed me, then took my hand and started swimming back to shore.
Even though Reaver and I had been intimate probably over a hundred times now since we’d began our relationship I still felt that apprehensive quiver in my gut. I found myself smiling and feeling my face go hot as he led me to the rocky shore.
Reaver got up and grabbed both of our towels and laid them down, though the tips of them were in the water. I laid down on top of them and propped myself up with my hands. And when Reaver kneeled beside me, I put an arm around his neck and pulled him onto me for another deep kiss.
Once again though, I tried to hide my surprise when I noticed he still wasn’t aroused. I was hard as a rock, the head of my penis turning a deeper shade of pink now that it wasn’t being cooled by the river water. It… didn’t make sense but I couldn’t ask him about it – nothing would kill the mood quicker than that.
And when I reached down to start stroking him to try and make him aroused, he only shifted away from my touch. He was making it as subtle as he could though; he wasn’t batting me away like he used to do when he wasn’t in the mood… he was being sneaky about it.
Was… something wrong with him?
Reaver was kissing my neck now, his hands all over me and in all the places I wanted them to be. Eager to feel more of him, I separated my legs and moaned when he started kissing lower and lower.
He got to my stomach, where he trailed his tongue along my navel, then down lower to my groin. I didn’t have any pubic hair, save for a small spread of stubble from where it was starting to grow back. I told Reaver that it had fallen out from the radiation and the rest must’ve been burned from the fire, but in reality a lot of it was from me. On top of pulling my own hair out, I had been pulling it out from my groin too, tufts of it sometimes, from stress.
I gasped when I felt Reaver’s tongue tease the slit of my dick and those past thoughts were vanquished. I looked down at him, one of my hands propping me up and the other stroking the nape of Reaver’s neck, and watched the head disappear into his mouth.
“C-come and lay on your side,” I said in between groans of pleasure. “I want to do you at the same time.” I loved sixy-nineing with him; we’d done it for an entire hour once.
“Mm-Mm,” Reaver said. He took the crown of my dick out of his mouth and ran a tongue up the shaft, then he pulled my foreskin all the way up and over the head, and over his tongue as well. I swore as he sucked on the loose skin and played with it with his tongue, I could see the outline of his tongue through the skin. “Close your eyes and just relax.”
My teeth lightly clenched at this. I wanted to give him pleasure back. I wanted to taste his dick, to make him moan, make him feel good. Why wasn’t he letting me reciprocate? I’d missed him too. What was –?
Another gasp, Reaver’s tongue was travelling below my testicles. He tapped my foot as a signal and I held my legs back. My breathing started to become quicker, and when I felt him spread my cheeks apart, a moan of surprise and anticipation broke my lips.
His tongue started flicking my hole. I bit my lip as the pleasurable feeling started to take over and slay all of the worries and apprehensions in my head. If he was doing this to distract me then he knew what he was doing. Reaver had gone down on me like this before, but not often, and each time it drove me absolutely wild. He had yet let me do it to him but my mouth salivated at the thought.
I closed my eyes and put a bent arm over my face, the other one holding my leg back. I gave in to the feeling and let moan after moan roll from my mouth as Reaver licked and lapped my hole, occasionally spreading the area apart further to sneak a tongue inside of it. It always blew my mind how good this felt; how could it feel so fucking good? But it made me want more. I wanted him inside of me, with his body heaving against mine. I wanted the pain that quickly turned to pleasure, I wanted his moans and grunts in my ear… I wanted his cum.
But when my mouth moved to beg him to put it into me, I stopped. Though I ached for it, I literally ached to feel him inside of me, if something was preventing him from getting hard, whatever it was, I didn’t want to put him on the spot. We would talk about it later, for now I didn’t want to ruin our first intimate moment in months.
A sharp hiss escaped my clenched teeth when I felt his finger push inside of me. Then, as it eased itself in, his mouth was once again on my dick. He quickly got himself into a rhythm of sucking and stroking my shaft and moving the finger in and out of me, a rhythm that I knew would make me cum, and quickly. It was then I realized he wasn’t going to make love to me on this beach, and that planted yet another seed of worry inside of my heart.
My own moans started coming closer and closer together. His mouth wasn’t stopping and neither was that finger; it was like his mouth was gasoline with how much it was fuelling the inferno inside of me. It was blazing and raging, and at the same time, wrapping tight band after tight band around me, tensing and constricting until the eventual flooding and overwhelming relief.
And it was approaching… quickly. I found my hand grasping a handful of Reaver’s hair as I moaned and cried in unison to his finger thrusts. In response to my pleasure, another finger pushed its way inside of me, the pain, reminding my body of how his cock felt entering me, triggering the beginnings of my orgasm.
“Third… third…” I cried, my mi
nd temporarily blanking under the feeling. I was trying to tell him to put a third finger in. “More… put more in.”
I cried out when I felt the third finger push inside of me. I pulled my leg back further and pushed my backside out. His mouth was like liquid bliss but it was what he was doing to me inside that was driving my orgasm. Fuck, I didn’t want fingers… I wanted his cock. I needed his cock. Oh, fuck, why wasn’t he pushing it inside of me? Automatically up to the hilt and fucking me without a moment for me to get used to it? Why wasn’t he putting me on my hands and knees and riding me like I knew he wanted to, filling the riverside with the sounds of our skin smacking together and our pleasure-filled cries.
My fingers dug into Reaver’s scalp. I took in a slow and shuddering breath, then shut my eyes, and let the orgasm take over me. Small moans fell unbidden from my lips as the pressure grew and grew, tightening my veins and locking them in place; my body freezing and going into an almost catatonic state as the orgasm gathered and grew from all of the energy around it.
It expanded… and multiplied, and in response my body tightened further and further…
And then the release.
With a gasping cry, the floodgates opened and I was overwhelmed to the point of drowning in this intense feeling. And with my eyes shut tight, my other senses painted their own pictures for me: Reaver’s tongue eagerly lapping and collecting my cum, and his three fingers pushing themselves deep inside of me, so deep I felt his thumb press against my perineum. The mixture of all of these sensations left me almost delirious with pleasure. All I could do was keep my eyes closed and let the flood drown me alive, I would be its willing victim.
When the orgasm subsided and Reaver’s tongue had collected the last bits of cum, I still found myself unable to move. I laid there, my mouth open and my chest heaving, and tried to collect myself after the intense climax.
Reaver laid down beside me and took me into his arms and kissed my wet cheek.