Having lived alone for nearly two years now, I was already super comfortable in my little run-down apartment. Sure, it wasn't great but it was the closest thing I had to a home.
I was blissfully asleep and unaware of just how ridiculous the world turned out to be today...
It wasn't until the ground shook strong enough to roll me off my bed that I finally woke up. And here I lay, on the floor, with my eyes still closed, my mind still asleep, and the ground still shaking... I groggily get myself up to my feet, still not awake enough to process all the shaking. I mean, it is California after all, earthquakes are normal enough.
My phone then begins to buzz like it's never buzzed before and forces me out of my haze. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, all I can see is a flurry of blurry texts fly by on screen. And after a minute of rubbing, I can finally make out Mason's name. All he's sending is a bunch of exclamation points and question marks though.
Grumbling, I unlock my phone and reply a well deserved, "WHAT DO YOU WANT"
"ARE YOU OUT OF TOWN YET!?" is all he replies back.
Confused, my mind slowly begins to piece together what little information I have. Clearly this earthquake isn't as normal as I thought...
I close the text app and start googling for news about this earthquake, but I surprisingly can't find anything. Anything other than the fact that the city is in a state of emergency and we're all ordered to evacuate.
"Christian!?" Mason texts again.
"Yeah, yeah I'm almost out" I lie. "Where should I meet you?"
"Just meet me out in the field off the freeway, I'll be here waiting for you."
Still not processing the severity of the situation I've now found myself in, I decide to at least change into some casual clothes and pack a small bag of essentials. Extra clothes, toiletries, snacks, some tools, etc... I take my sweet time as if packing for some sort of vacation. Finally ready to leave I grab my keys and head out the door, making sure to lock it.
I slowly make my way down the apartment stairs when the shaking gets much, much worse. I nearly fall the rest of the way down the stairs, but I luckily manage to grab hold of the railing. I wait a bit for it to die down, but it never does. So after about two minutes I decide to cautiously continue downward.
Once I'm out of the complex, I finally figure out just what kind of hell had broken lose. Instantly I can hear, see, and smell the cause of it all.
Loud, baritone moaning rings out as if it were coming from someone right next to me. With the occasional roar and shout of, "oh fuck" or, "more!" The smell of pungent, manly musk invades my nose and nearly causes me to gag. And the sight of a probably 40 foot dick blocks my view of the sun. A 40 foot dick connected to the most ideal looking man I've ever seen, with muscles I didn't even know existed. And this glorious man... was currently being rammed in the ass but another man just as amazing as he. And as I stand in awe, I swear I see the two of them grow...
The first man begins to moan louder and louder, in a mixture of pain and ecstasy. His dick getting somehow harder and harder. Until the man ramming him roars so loudly I swear I go lose hearing for a moment. The bottom man finally yells as his ass is filled with cum, and his dick finally reacts.
Instantly, my vision goes white.