Ten long dry years under the baking sun had reduced the country to a dust bowl, the infrequent rains doing little to relieve the disaster. Farms were deserted and left to nature as the people drifted towards the coastal regions where a little more rain still dripped from the sparse but infrequent cloud formations. The city reservoirs were almost empty, the high banks cracked and growing weeds and wilting young trees as the water levels dropped day by day.

Jarred lived way out towards the deserts of the central region of the huge island continent called Australia, his parents had died a few years ago in a horrendous train wreck returning from the southern capital city of Adelaide. He was 16 at the time and had fended for himself ever since, although the neighbours tried to help him he rejected their well meaning attempts until they gave up then drifted away when their tanks ran dry and he was totally alone. He was lucky, due to his parents' forethought; they had installed massive underground tanks to supplement the three large corrugated iron ones standing about the farmhouse. The water reserve had allowed Jarred to grow food and keep a limited number of stock alive, enough to keep him in fresh meat, until after 3 long years the reserves finally dwindled and he knew the time had come to leave his home and like a nomad begin the long trek towards the coast and civilisation.

He loaded up the old four wheel drive truck with his rifle, shotgun and ammunition, cans of fuel and water, along with what few spare parts he had for the truck until the springs groaned under the massive load, he had dried biltong, strips of sun dried meat for food, and what few fruit and vegetables he could salvage before starting the diesel engine and setting off in a cloud of dust down the long track to the highway, the truck rolling and groaning over the rutted dusty driveway. Jarred turned onto the deserted highway heading South, the burning sun heated the steel cabin till Jarred stripped off his shirt and jeans driving in his sweaty briefs.

Mile after mile of desert like countryside passed by, trees dead and desiccated, fencing lying on the road's edge where desperate cattle had broken through to search for feed along the road verges. Those cattle now lying skin and bone scattered here and there where they had dropped dead through starvation, many of the dead animals' skeletons were bleached white by the strong sun, a stark reminder of the terrible conditions. Jarred drove on in mind numbing heat and boredom his hands directing the truck by instinct more than anything, he crossed the river on the long high bridge stopping to walk across to stare into the dry parched river bed, the mud long desiccated and cracked looked like scales on a fish from the height of the bridge. Not a sign of water visible in the shimmering hot air except for the mirages in the distance.

Jarred walked back to the truck took a sip of water and then drove on under the clear blue sky where not a cloud was visible as far as could be seen. Jarred reached the nearest town the engine noises echoing off the deserted buildings, their windows hazy with dirt and dust long neglected. He stopped and investigated the supermarket to find empty shelves and blown dust and dried leaves and grass littering the floor. He left investigating other buildings, the garage, milk bar and other shops then the nearest houses but the picture was the same peeling sun cracked paintwork and blown dust and debris everywhere.

Jarred returned to his truck empty handed and drove on, the long road stretching away to the hills on the horizon, the truck laboured along under its load and he saw a vehicle on the road ahead. Jarred wondered if it was people or was it a broken down wreck left by its owner to rot there beside the roadway. He approached the truck recognising it as the same model he was driving and he thought maybe he could salvage some more spares like water hoses and such. He pulled up behind the vehicle and climbed out to walk up to the truck, he looked inside to find a dead body or what was left of one. The body desiccated and mummified by the heat was lying across the stained seat, his filthy clothing still in place and the faint odour of putrefaction hung in the air inside when he opened the door.

He checked the man's pockets discovering his wallet, he opened it and found a couple of thousand dollars, mainly in hundred dollar notes, the man's driving licence had his name and address, John Norton from up in Alice Springs.  The truck had run out of fuel and the poor man had died awaiting someone coming along to help him, Jarred felt sad for the bloke as he was not much older than himself and from his photo on the licence he was a fit good looking young man. Jarred wondered how bad it had been for him waiting and starving slowly to death even though he had plenty of money it was useless to him. Jarred felt tears in his eyes as he looked at the pitiful remains one hand resting on his bony hip, he wondered if he should bury the remains but decided not to as the truck would be his mausoleum. He lifted the bonnet to find the radiator empty, the owner in his desperation to survive had probably drained it but the coolant in the system would most likely have poisoned him. Jarred undid and pulled off the hoses and removed all the parts he could before driving off leaving the sad scene behind him.

He drove on and eventually had to halt and refuel the truck, he did this in another small town and as it was late in the day he decided to bed down in one of the empty houses. He found on with the bed still made and after getting rid of the dusty bedding he unrolled his swag and lay down. His thoughts returned to the young man he had found earlier, John Norton and he pulled out the wallet and looked at the smiling photo on his licence. Jarred's cock stirred as he thought how good he looked with his blond hair, blue eyes and white teeth bared in a sexy smile, he grasped his erection and began wanking himself dreaming of being with the sexy dude. Jarred was soon arched up cock rigidly throbbing as his hand flew up and down that smooth 7inches of stiff muscle, his foreskin slipping wetly up and down over that bright red knob. Gasping and panting he strained up face grimacing, eyes closed as his tool erupted spurting creamy thick juice high into the hot dry still air before it spattered down on his bare smooth taut torso in hot pearly puddles.

Jarred collapsed breathing hard as his climax passed, his body twitched in the after shocks while his still hard horn pulsed and dripped the last dregs from his depleted nuts which dropped slowly back to fill out his wrinkled shrunken scrotum. Jarred lay there caressing his cum on his belly and chest bringing his fingers to his lips as he licked them savouring his juice until he was clean just the faint shiny trails to show where his sperm had landed. Jarred slept like a log that night and stirred at the break of day, the dim dawn light peeping through the dusty windows. He breakfasted on beef jerky and a mug of tea brewed over a small fire in the front yard of the house, he stretched and loaded his swag and gear into the truck before setting off once again.

The day passed, as did the day before, excessive heat and glaring sunlight as he sweated and steered the lumbering truck down the deserted highway. Small barren creeks passed under bridges but not a drop of water to be seen, not even any animal or bird life to break the monotony of the long day. Towards evening a town appeared on the horizon and Jarred breathed a sigh of relief that he could sleep under a roof once again, he drove into the empty town and again investigated every shop in the hope of discovering some supplies. The shelves were empty but in one old weatherboard shop he walked into he discovered a hatch in the floor under a rug as he walked about, he opened it to find steps leading down into a cellar. He descended torch in hand to discover shelving loaded with canned goods, he was overjoyed and began selecting what he wanted loading it into the heavily loaded truck, packing the cans into every nook and cranny.  He slept in the old shop's attached residence and wanked hard before cumming and drifting off to sleep.

Next morning he investigated the water tanks behind the shop to find that some water had been stored by the sparse rains since the town had been deserted so he drew a bath and enjoyed a good wash leaving him feeling refreshed, he washed his clothes and replaced what water he'd used from his own supplies. Jarred decided to stay put in the town until he'd used up the water available and the stored cans of food would save him using his own meagre boring supplies. He camped there for a couple of weeks until he was forced once more out onto the highway when the water ran out, the last night he was lying on the bed gently wanking himself when he heard an engine away in the distance. It slowly approached the town and headlights lit the gloom of the night, Jarred sprang from the bed and ran to the rear yard of the shop to his truck grabbing his shotgun and ramming a few cartridges into its magazine. He crept back inside to the front of the shop peering through the dirty windows trying to see who had arrived and what was going on.

The lights of the vehicle blinded him as he squinted into the glare, but he could vaguely make out several figures moving about. Jarred squatted there afraid that who ever it was might rob him of his supplies so he crept out and sat in the truck gun at the ready. He could hear the people in the street outside at least three deeper male voices and one either a girl or maybe a younger lad, he heard the young voice beg for mercy then a screaming wail as whatever the men were going to do was carried out, again and again the cries echoed about the buildings. Shortly after Jarred heard the sobbing cries and then the sound of a heavy thud like someone sinking a boot into a human body followed by cries of utter pain. The vehicle restarted and drove away into the night, leaving the town behind, Jarred sat there listening to the sobbing then he crept out shotgun in one hand and torch in the other.

He looked up and down the street before making out a shape on the footpath outside the empty bank; he quietly made his way across the wide roadway to where the rumpled shape lay sobbing. The torch lit up the figure a body curled into the foetal position on the hard dusty debris strewn asphalt footpath, the figure flinched and begged, "Please no more, don't hurt me again."

Jarred knelt beside the naked figure, placed his gun on the ground and gently put his hand on the lad's shoulder, the boy flinched and tried to shrug him off but Jarred said softly, "Its ok mate I'm not going to hurt you."

The figure stopped flinching as Jarred continued to gently stroke his bare shoulder, the lad stopped sobbing and began to relax as Jarred said, "Can you stand up and walk or do you need my help?"

The lad uncoiled and pushed himself up grimacing in pain as he did, Jarred could see livid bruises beginning to form on his smooth body where he'd been beaten and kicked by his abusers and a pinkish fluid was drooling down his smooth thighs from between his long smooth legs. Jarred took one arm and draped it across his shoulders slipping his other arm around the slim waist as the lad began hobbling towards the old shop with him. They shuffled inside and Jarred helped the lad through to the bathroom where he began inspecting the still sobbing lad's injuries, he had been beaten badly and the bruising was growing darker and spreading on his fair white flesh. Jarred turned the lad around and gently pressed on his shoulder to encourage him to bend over. The lad whimpered then whispered, "Your not going to hurt me are you, I'm too sore to take any more."

Jarred cleared the huge lump in his throat and said huskily, "No way cobber, I just want to check out why your oozing blood from down there."

As the young man bent at the waist, a moan of pain issued from his mouth as he bent slowly, Jarred suspected the young guy had cracked ribs, he was bent over one hand on the wash basin the other clutching his side as Jarred shone the torch into his deep arse crack. He saw the lad's ring was red and swollen while a drool of reddish brown mucous oozed from the very puffy sore looking sphincter, the smell of sperm and crap assailed Jarred's nose and he knew the poor bloke had been savagely raped by those animals who had beaten him up and left him to die in the deserted town. Jarred gently touched the rounded mounds of smooth flesh as he felt sorrow for the lad but at the same time a strange stirring deep inside him made him feel uncomfortable. Jarred had never been with another male since puberty and his only sexual relief had been with his hand, now the sight of this guy's smooth soft arse cheeks was causing a stirring in his loins.

Jarred said, "Stay here and I'll go and get some water to wash and clean you up, don't worry I'll be gentle I wouldn't ever want to hurt you."

He hurried into the kitchen found a plastic bowl in a cupboard and filled it with tepid water, he hurried out to the truck and pulled out the first aid kit and took it inside taking out the Betadine antiseptic pouring some into the water. He picked up a tea towel he found in a drawer returned to the lad and began bathing him to remove the blood his nose had spurted all over his naked torso. As he washed him he talked softly asking him his name and where he came from, the lad told him his name was Brett and he had lived on a cattle station further north, he was an orphan who had been adopted by the people who ran the cattle station and he had been basically a slave and treated badly and when the drought got really bad things got worse and he was fed crappy food and abused sexually by the father and son. Finally a few days ago he ran away and the guys who had raped and dumped him picked him up on the highway, they drove him down there but the bastards had raped him incessantly till he couldn't take any more and the had pulled up here kicked the crap out of him and left him to die.

Jarred was horrified to hear the lad's story, he had a loving upbringing and couldn't believe anybody could abuse anyone as Brett had been, he turned him around and asked him to bend again so he could clean up his rear end. Brett bent again with a sharp gasp of pain as his damaged rib's shot a jolt of pain through him, his body shivered as Jarred pulled open his butt cheek and gently washed his bruised and bleeding sphincter, then very gently eased a finger coated in antiseptic cream into his sore puffed sphincter. Brett gasped in pain as the slippery digit eased into his hot aching ring but soon the cool cream eased the burning and he relaxed. Jarred wiped off his finger and the first aid now completed Jarred emptied the red water down the drain and helped Brett to straighten up, then led him to the bedroom next to the one his swag was in, he settled the tired aching lad on the mattress and sat beside him holding his hand until he dropped off to sleep.

The night was warm so no bed clothes were needed, once Brett had drifted off to dreamland Jarred returned to his swag and fell onto the bed tired out but his mind was racing as he thought about what had happened to the lad in the next room, he wondered how he would have lived under the conditions Brett suffered. He was picturing Brett's smooth muscular body as he bathed him, the nicely developed cock and balls he had washed and the pert smooth arse he had handled while cleaning him up. His cock stiffened growing and began to demand his attention, he grasped it in his hand and began stroking and the bedsprings started squeaking in rhythm with his hand. Jarred's eyes closed and his mouth opened as he licked his lips erotically his free hand caressed his chest stroking his aroused nipples pinching and squeezing as he flogged his pud.

Brett in the next room, awoken by the sound of the springs heard the moist rhythmic slapping of hand on cock, he lay there staring at the ceiling listening, he heard Jarred breathing hard as he jerked off then the grunting groan at his moment of release. Jarred bridged rigidly every muscle tensed as his tool spurting thick globules and strings of sperm all over his sweaty torso, he slowly dropped back gasping in the after glow of his shattering climax. He lay there panting until he calmed then began eating his bitter sweet cum, feeling lethargic and satiated he rolled onto his side and fell deeply asleep. Brett lay there picturing his saviour lying on the bed, his naked body relaxed in sleep and wished he was there snuggled up beside him, he knew Jarred would be gentle and kind not brutal as he was used to being treated by the other males he had known in his life.

Brett couldn't even wank himself due to the pain in his abused bruised body, he just lay there in the dark picturing Jarred naked and asleep. He tossed and turned painfully for a long time before finally drifting off to sleep where the nightmare began. He dreamt that the guys in the truck were raping him continuously, his body bounced about from the lurching vehicle and their savage ramming of their big cocks up his aching back passage. He lay shaking and covered in clammy sweat as he moaned and finally screamed out in his sleep, the scream awoke Jarred who leapt off his bed and grabbing the shot gun ran into the room, he looked about to find nobody there only Brett tossing and crying on the bed.

Jarred rested the gun on the floor then walked across and reached out his hand grasping Brett's shoulder shaking him gently while saying, "Wake up mate your having a bad dream."

Brett jerked awake his face contorted in terror as his wild staring eyes were vacant, "No! No! Please don't hurt me. I can't take any more, please just let me alone."

Jarred sat beside the distraught lad hugging him to his chest soothing his wild bed hair and whispering, "It's ok Brett, you're safe here no one's going to hurt you anymore."

Brett calmed slowly sobbing on Jarred's shoulder as he hugged his newfound friend his tears dripping onto Jarred's broad back as he trembled in the warmth of the hug. Brett calmed slowly his body still wracked by the odd deep sob until he snuggled into Jarred's shoulder, Jarred felt so protective and his heart was thundering in his chest with feelings of deep love for the emotionally fragile guy in his arms. Jarred felt strong and powerful but not in a dominant way, he wanted to protect Brett against the world come what may and he vowed to himself to defend him with his life if needed. Jarred slowly lay back on the bed gently pulling Brett down with him and they laid there arms around each other and slipped back into dream world.

Morning light struggled through the grimy windows lighting the bedroom and highlighting the two sleeping lads lying spooned together on the bed, Brett behind Jarred, his smooth but purple bruised body snuggled close to Jarred's larger more robust frame. Brett stirred and his long fair lashed eyelids fluttered as he awoke, he opened his blue eyes to see the back of Brett's dark head and he wriggled slightly feeling the warmth of that strong body against his own. The movement caused him to flinch as his damaged ribs rubbed on Jarred's back and his horrific bruises ached abominably, he gritted his teeth and gently eased his aching body away a little and rolled onto his back lying there feeling every ache and pain in his body. The bruises ached, dully the ribs hurt as he breathed but his rectum was the sharpest pain of all, he remembered the terrible torture of his multiple raping in that truck and he sobbed softly trying not to awaken his still sleeping companion.

Jarred stirred as he awoke, he stretched out his arms and legs like a cat then he rolled onto his back his arm contacting Brett lying quietly beside him. Brett gasped in pain at the contact arousing Jarred who still half asleep hadn't realised he wasn't alone, he sat up hurriedly and looked at the lad beside him then rubbed his sleepy eyes and had a second look at the bruised body beside him as his memory kicked into gear. He apologised to Brett for hurting him and he slid from the bed asking his companion what he'd like for breakfast, Brett smiled up at him and gingerly sat up then swung his legs off the bed in preparation to standing up, Jarred hurried around the bed and extended his hands to assist him stand, holding him gently as Brett wobbled on his feet.  They moved slowly out to the kitchen where Jarred sat Brett down at the table and began preparing breakfast, Brett sat there watching his every move as the fit lad moved about the room.

They sat quietly eating then Jarred asked Brett how he was feeling, Brett replied sore as hell but better because he was with him and not being abused by anybody. Jarred smiled across the table at him and said, "No way was anyone ever going to abuse him again as long as he was around."

Brett smiled his bruised split lip making him wince a little as he did, The bruises on his body were terrible to see now they were at fully developed, Jarred frowned at the mess he was in and asked Brett if he needed any pain killers, Brett shook his head and said that the pain was bearable at the moment but if it got worse he'd let him know. They finished the cold meal of canned spaghetti and meatballs then had a drink of water to wash it down, Jarred told Brett they could hang out here in the deserted town as long as the water held out in the water tanks and as there were quite a few around the place it should last the two of them a week or so and by then Brett should be feeling heaps better, Brett nodded and sat back holding his sore ribs.

The days grew into weeks and Brett's injuries healed under Jarred's constant care, he was feeling fit again and he was now feeling horny once again relieved by many wanks a day out of Jarred's sight. Brett fantasised about getting together with his hero but Jarred seemed cool and efficient but feigned disinterest in the few hints Brett let slip. Jarred to was wanking alone every night and morning on his bed while Brett listened and joined in. The day came when the tanks were dry and the two lads loaded up the truck stuffing every can of food they could into the truck before setting off on the long trip south towards civilization.

They rolled out leaving the sun-baked township behind in a cloud of dust as the truck lumbered complainingly up the long hill that blocked their way towards the coast. The gearbox whined as they climbed the winding torturous road navigating carefully around the hairpin bends until they reached the summit where they stopped and looked across the vast brown plain below. In the distance was a moderately large city and between the hills and there were smaller towns and a large river wending its way towards the city. Brett looked at Jarred and said, "I wonder if there is water in that river and if people still live in that city."

Jarred shook his head replying, "I doubt there is any water in the river these hills are barren and dry so its tributaries would be dry too."

Jarred put the truck in gear and they lumbered off beginning the long twisting trip to the plain below, as they rounded some of the bends they caught sight of many wrecked vehicles twisted and crumpled at the base of the hills where the drivers had lost control and had left the road on bends plummeting to their deaths far below. Brett shuddered as he was sitting on that side of the truck as Jarred changed down the gears to slow their momentum and save the truck's brakes. The heat built up as the day progressed both lads stripped off their shirts as they sweated profusely, Brett kept stealing glances at Jarred's smooth glistening torso as his muscles flexed with the task of controlling the heavy truck.

The truck began to overheat so they pulled over and stopped to let it cool off, the brakes were almost smouldering from the stress even with the truck's engine helping brake the heavily overloaded vehicle. They sat there listening to the hot metal pinging as it cooled, Brett climbed out as he needed a piss, so he stood teetering on the brink of the drop off knees against the heavy safety rail as he pissed over the edge into the valley far below. Jarred joined him pulling o0ut his fat cock and arched his hips as he too sprayed a golden spout of urine into the air watching it disappear far below. The lads laughed together at their game and Jarred said, "I hope nobody's standing about down there because they are in for a golden shower if they are."

Brett burst out in a fit of giggles, as he thought of some poor unsuspecting person suddenly copping the output of both their bladders, then he thought about it and said, "I doubt our piss will reach the ground it will evaporate in this bloody heat don't you think mate?"

Jarred nodded and agreed as he shook off the last clinging drips before tucking his cock away once again, Brett watched longingly as he saw that gorgeous man meat being hidden, his own respectable cock began to stiffen in his grasp as he shook his off and he hurriedly hide it from his mates sight zipping up his fly quickly nearly catching his foreskin in the zippers teeth in his haste. Jarred pulled out a couple of cans of soft drink and they sat on the guard rail and sipped the sweet brew, Jarred began to talk about what he thought might happen as they neared the coast, he feared the huge close packed population would be out of control with fear and they may face all sorts of dangers on the last lap of their odyssey. Brett looked worried and asked, "Do you really think so mate? What are we going to do if it is true?"

Jarred said, "That's why I packed the gun and rifle we mat need to defend ourselves when we get there."

The lads sat quietly drinking waiting for the temperature of the truck to drop then once it had they again began the long trip down to the plain. The trip down went smoothly after the overheating and they cleared the hill to begin the trek across the desiccated plain towards the distant city, its taller buildings just visible on the horizon and shimmering in the heat waves. They approached the nearest small town to find the highway blocked with vehicles, obviously deliberately done to form a roadblock, and suddenly they saw figures appear behind the blockade guns in hand. Jarred stopped the truck and called out we want to pass through on our way to the coast, a voice bellowed, "Go around you can't drive through here we don't want you scumbags in our town."

The guns' muzzles raised and pointing at them Jarred decided discretion was the sensible way to go and turned off the highway and drove over the remnants of a barb wire fence to head out across the paddocks to go around the town, Brett asked him what was wrong with the people back in the town and he replied that obviously they had water and supplies stored away and were cautious about strangers who might want to purloin them. The truck rolled and bounced suspension groaning as it motored across the uneven hard baked ground until they came to a dry creek bed, this obstacle caused them to turn west to find an easier crossing as the banks were too steep for their overloaded truck. The creek banks remained steep for some distance and it was late in the afternoon when they came on a ford where they could get across safely. Jarred decided they should make camp here and continue in the morning, Brett nodded and they pulled up beside the now dead weeping willows and unloaded their sleeping gear and the canvas tarpaulin to form a cover over their beds, this was tied to the truck and pinned to the ground with tent pegs making a sloping roof.

The two lads stripped to their underwear as the kettle was boiling on the small camping gas stove, Brett watched Jarred strip out of the corner of his eye and his cock stretched up and out at the sexy sight of his friend standing on one foot stripping off his shorts giving Brett the treat of seeing his flexing dimpled arse as he moved. Brett wanted to grasp those muscular mounds and feel the power of Jarred's loins, he longed to strip those briefs off and grasp Jarred's testicles. He dreamed of holding the hot flesh in his grasp rolling those large balls in his hand and rubbing up and down that thick man meat getting it excited and hard before plunging it into his salivating mouth and sucking Jarred's luscious lava out of those full succulent sperm creating eggs.

Brett unrolled their swags laying them side by side before lying on top of his on his back his briefs mounded tight over his partly excited erection, Jarred slumped down on his swag rubbing his tired eyes as he yawned widely. Brett looked across at the gleaming white teeth and the full pink lips and his overactive mind conjured up the picture of Jarred fellating his tool, bobbing his handsome head up and down on his pale pink pole. Brett's dick throbbed and stretched as he sighed at the feelings his imagination was causing, his hand moved seemingly under its own volition to rub on the tight whiteness of his briefs. Jarred glanced across as the movement caught his attention, he saw Brett's cock thickening and straining under the cotton material and he felt his own prick responding.       

Jarred groaned and quickly rolled onto his stomach turning his face away, but not fast enough as Brett saw his semi erect tool just as it vanished under his mates body. Brett now ogled the muscled mounds stretching Jarred's underpants and the shapeliness of the broad strongly muscled back narrowing down to that trim waist before swelling up into the mounded arse cheeks. He trembled with desire to reach out his hand and gently run his fingers down that sexy smooth skin, he groped himself fiercely squeezing his fat prong causing pre cum to ooze out staining the white cotton. Jarred turned his head to face Brett and saw him playing with himself and the dampness on his briefs, he blushed red but said, "You'll go blind if you do that too much mate."

Brett looked across and smiled saying, "Well if I go blind at least I'll go blind happy."

Jarred wriggled trying to get comfortable as his rock hard rod ground into his bedding, he lifted his rump up and reached under to reposition his raging rod before laying back down again, Brett watching him said softly, "Looks as though you need a hand to get comfortable mate, can I be of assistance?"

Jarred looked across his face like a red stop light and said, "I guess you have helped lots of guys get off over your time at the cattle station."

Brett nodded and replied, "Yeah but that wasn't because I wanted to I was expected and made do it, this situation is totally different Jarred. I want to help you out because you have been fantastic and done so much for me mate, after all you could just have ignored my plight when I was left to die but you took me in and cared for me, fed me and healed me and I'll never ever forget your efforts."

Jarred blushed again and said, "Brett I couldn't leave anyone to die like that but since I've met you I've grown to like you heaps but I wouldn't want you to do anything you don't want to even for me."

Brett reached out a hand and so gently brushed a fingertip across Jarred's moist lips as he said, "Babes there is absolutely nothing I wouldn't do for you because I love you. Does that make me sound like a poofter to you?"

Jarred grabbed Brett's wrist and held his finger to his lips then slowly sucked it into his wet warm mouth as Brett sighed and looked back at him with desire burning in his eyes. The hot wetness of Jarred's mouth stirred Brett as his finger slipped in and out and he wriggled himself across the gap between their swags till he placed an arm across his mate's waist hugging him, he moved his face close to Jarred's who let go of his wrist so he could remove his finger as they kissed softly at first but with increasing urgency until they were frantically French kissing sucking tongues fit to tear them out. They moved as one pressing their hard hot bodies against each other and grinding their crotches together feverishly. Lust raged under the tarp as the two sex starved lads humped and kissed, Brett broke the kiss to slip down pulling Jarred's briefs down and sucking his steel stiffy.

Jarred moaned like a dingo his howls of lust drifting across the empty drought stricken land, his raging balls squirmed in their smooth tight sack he hammered into Brett's hungry hole where the agile tongue danced about his so sensitive knob until his whole body tensed tautly and his boner throbbed deep in Brett's gob before flooding him with gouts of thick tasty goo. Brett coughed and gulped trying to cope with the incredibly heavy discharge as it filled his mouth again and again. Cum drooled from his lips as he swallowed time after time until Jarred was drained completely and his pole shrank back to normal lying limply on Brett's cum coated tongue. Jarred slipped from Brett's tight lips and flopped onto his still quivering thigh as he rolled onto his back feeling drained but extremely happy.

Brett lay there watching his friend gasping for breath, his smooth muscular chest lifting and sinking until he calmed and turned his face to Brett smiling and said, "That was totally awesome mate, that is the first blow job I've ever had and can I say it was mind blowing as well as ball blowing."

Brett licked his lips and said, "I've had lots of practice Jarred and as they say practice makes perfect."

Jarred reached out and caressed Brett's smooth face touching the shiny dribble of his cum on his friend's chin, he lifted his fingers up and the cum adhered to his flesh as he pulled away and slipped the cum into his mouth tasting himself. Brett grinned and said, "Your cum is so sweet mate I loved eating it, I'll drain you whenever you want me to."

Jarred giggled and nodded his head then replied, "Now what can I do for you my friend, would you like me to suck you off? I'm not experienced at all but I'm willing to learn from you to make you happy if I can."

Brett smiled at him and said, "Its not very complicated the only rule is no teeth, try to roll your lips over your pegs so they don't dig into the sensitive flesh because that can hurt."

Jarred crawled across between Brett's spread thighs and pulled down his pre cum stained wet briefs, watching hungrily as the hard thick tube appeared throbbing on his belly, it wasn't as large as his but still was perfect, very smooth silky shiny skin that glistened in the setting sunlight, the cock pulsed from Brett's heartbeat as if it had a life of its own. Bubbles of clear juice glistened at the small red lips as Jarred bent down close to Brett's groin, his warm breath puffed on the sensitive cock head sending shivers through the excited lad. Jarred kissed his knob tasting the sweet juice before opening up and taking the hard but satiny schlong into his mouth, Brett moaned loudly and humped up into his mate's mouth. Jarred started off clumsily bobbing and sucking but Brett placed his hands on the bobbing head to help the action, soon Jarred was sucking like a pro and Brett was quickly approaching climax. Just the thought and sight of his dream guy sucking him off was enough and in no time he bridged up emptying his sperm into the surprised Jarred's mouth.

Jarred coughed, cum spewed from his nostrils and lips as he gagged and gurgled red faced and teary eyed, Brett unknowing in his frenzy held his mate in position driving his prong deep inside the convulsing orifice. Jarred strained to pull away from the still spurting tool finally breaking Brett's grip and sitting upright allowing Brett's stiffy to slap back onto his belly where the remaining sperm drooled down Brett's pole onto his pubes and belly. Both lads now exhausted lay cuddled together as night fell, they slept like logs until the sun peeked above the horizon as the start of a new day, a day that found two lads who had became lovers. They awoke and lay snuggled and entwined, they kissed dreamily looking into each other's eyes, Jarred broke the kiss as his bladder was screaming for relief and he untangled himself from Brett's grasp crawling out into the cold morning air to empty his bladder onto the dry dust at the base of a dead willow. Brett joined him hunched and shivering in the cold desert air their twin streams soaking into the parched ground like ink into blotting paper.

They stretched and yawned as they finished pissing looking around the horizon but there was no movement of any sort, the land was totally barren of life. They looked into the sandy creek bottom to see fine the white bones of dead fish dotted here and there where they had suffocated as the water dried up. The lads returned to their campsite and unpegged the tarp rolling it up onto the truck before rolling their swags up and stowing them away. Breakfast was a can of cold baked beans washed down with tepid water before Jarred topped up the fuel tanks on the truck then they climbed aboard and he started the engine heading gingerly down the sloping bank onto the sandy bottom, the truck spun its wheels a little in the sand before they gripped and dragged the heavy vehicle across the creek and up the other bank. They set off to the east heading back towards the distant highway, which they reached some hours later and turned south towards the coast once more. The mood in the cabin was different now that they were lovers, Brett's hand rested on Jarred's thigh every now and then sliding up to cup the heavy bulge of his crotch, they both cast glances towards one another smiling happily.

The next town was empty and deserted; dust and litter drifted blowing in the streets behind the truck as it rolled through. The city was now closer and stretched across the horizon and before sundown they had entered driving between the multi storied buildings the trucks engine noise echoing back from the walls. No sign of life to be seen they kept driving until they reached where the river meandered through the city, a bridge crossed the river and a large open area bordered the river, obviously it had been a large park. It was dotted with dead shrubs and paths bordered by tall but dead trees, a deserted children's playground brought home the emptiness to the lads. The total and unearthly silence pervaded the city it was eerie and scary, the lad's decided to camp in the band rotunda so they drove across the park and parked under the raised building which hid the truck from easy sight. They set up their camp and heated up a large can of chunky beef stew, a pot of tea completed the meal and then it was time for sleeping. They stripped off and lay on their swags cuddling and listening to the silence, they felt as if they were the only people left on the face of the planet it was so quiet. Both lads were tired after the long day and the heat so they cuddled together and drifted off to sleep.

The night darkened and the lads slept on but evil was stirring in the city awoken by the sound of their truck engine during their drive through the city centre. There were others living in the city that were desperate for supplies as theirs dwindled to dangerous levels. The small group of squatters had stayed behind living on whatever they could find in the empty stores, water was found readily in cisterns, hot water tanks and even stored after the odd rain clouds sent life giving showers to earth. These denizens of the city searched until they discovered where the lads were and they grouped in the darkness about the bandstand. Brett awoke puzzled as to what disturbed him he lay listening in the darkness. He heard faint mutterings and he whispered to Jarred, who instantly awoke, Brett whispered in his ear there are people nearby so Jarred got to his feet grabbing the shotgun and rifle handing the gun to Brett as he reached under the truck seat puling out a powerful spot light and plugging it into the cigarette lighter in the dashboard. He whispered to Brett get ready to fire as he clicked on the switch illuminating the surrounds, startled people stood transfixed like rabbits in the blinding light, Brett fired off two rounds and the loud noise shattered the silence. Figures began to run in all directions as the residents ran for cover, while the lads fired off a few more warning shots. Jarred decided once the park had emptied that they should immediately get on the road and out of the city, so they packed up their gear and drove on across the bridge before the people could do anything to block their escape.

They drove on through the early hours of the morning till they were well clear of the city and then as dawn broke they pulled over and set up camp again deciding to sleep during the heat of the day. Both lads felt decidedly horny after their escape from the city and a torrid sweaty time passed during which they had a 69 and drained each other's roiling balls before sinking into a deep sleep under the shading tarpaulin as the heat built. They awoke feeling parched by both the heat and their exuberant sex they drank deeply of the tepid water before thinking about eating. Dried meat filled the bill as they could chew on it as they drove and they set off to cover as much distance as they could before night fell once more. The next few days passed much the same until they saw Adelaide on the horizon and they knew their long trek was finally coming to an end.

The South Australian government had built huge desalination plants along the shores to supply vital water to the city and close by farming communities to enable them to feed the population of Adelaide. The lads drove into the outskirts surrounding the city to find a huge area of makeshift humpies and tents where the refugees had been placed. This slum area was packed with families struggling to stay alive on meagre rations and limited water. They were thin and poorly dressed but tenaciously clinging to life under very trying conditions. They attempted to drive into the suburbs of Adelaide but came upon a police post with boom gates across the highway; the heavily armed police barred their entry and told them they must make camp here amongst the other refugees. The lads looked at the destitute surroundings and decided they would head off and try to make their way to Port Lincoln but the police told them it would be no better there as the whole seafront of the state was jam packed with people and the conditions were the same all over the state.

Jarred and Brett shrugged and turned about driving to the less crowded area and set up camp, their neighbours were silent as they pulled up and climbed out of the truck. The lads looked about them and saw the sadness and misery of the homeless, as they unpacked the tent from the truck two young lads came and stood watching them as they worked. They looked like brothers and just stood silently watching, the lads finished setting up the large 6man tent and then they settled down to have a drink pulling out some cans of Pepsi, the two boys eyes lit up at the sight of the soft drink and they looked at one another then stared longingly at them. Brett saw the expressions and nudged Jarred who smiled and said, "Hey mates like to share a can?"

The two boys looked at one another then timidly nodded their unruly heads, Jarred held out a can and the boys approached taking it from his hand as if it was red hot or he was going to bite them. He and Brett shared a can between them while the two boys gulped down theirs. That seemed to break the ice and the two boys began asking questions about where they came from and how they had taken so long to get here.  They swapped stories and soon were all friends, the boys returned to their camp and spread the word that Jarred and Brett were ok blokes so things became friendlier instantly.

They lived there in the squalor and became closer and more involved with each other as they lived as a couple, their friends around them didn't care about their sexual orientation but accepted them into their community. The two boys who they shared their drink with were also sexually intimate even though they were brothers and their parents turned a blind eye to their relationship. Three years passed before El Nino departed and La Nina put in her appearance and the rains came in abundance turning the dusty country into firstly glutinous mud but eventually the rivers flowed and the dams refilled. People had learnt a major lesson in the use of vital water and wastage was reduced by clever designing and teaching water conservation.

Jarred and Brett eventually returned to the farm up north after working down south earning enough money to purchase some cattle and sheep to start restocking the farm, their love increased, the farm flourished and the two young brothers came north and joined them when they were finished their education.

The End.