If the World Were Ending…

If a phone alert came, and you were warned that there was 20 minutes before a world ending attack, what would you do?

Dark thought, but with the state of the world, I find my mind wandering to this scenario.

I think, for me, it would depend on where I was. Unfortunately, there’s a good chance I would be at my office. I think there would be a scramble to send texts and calls. It would be chaos and the office would clear out, but I’m not sure I would leave. The only thing worse than your last moments being in the office would be for them to be spent stuck in gridlocked traffic.

I think I’d want a glass of bourbon and a mouth full of cum. That seems like a delightful way to go out.

The bourbon is easy because my office is decently stocked, but I may be the only gay boy in the office. I’m completely “out” at work but keep things strictly professional, meaning no flirting or anything untoward. I’ve thought about some of the guys at work and wondered about basic things like dick size, shape, etc. but wouldn’t say I fantasize about them. I’m small and fairly feminine, but I kinda doubt any of them fantasize about me getting their dick wet with my mouth.

This makes the “mouth full of cum” part of the plan harder since, in my view, the office is full of straight men. I know there are straight guys that scroll here, and my question to you is, is this something you’d be down for? Like, have you ever discussed with your bros, would you or wouldn’t you let a dude blow you in a last person on earth or stranded on a deserted island situation?

In my head, there’s at least one guy that also thinks leaving the office is futile. I pour two glasses of bourbon and hand him one and then just bluntly ask “can suck your dick?” He leans back, undoes his pants, and without saying a word pulls out his dick.

I think I’d prefer the blowjob over sex. There’s more sensory stimulation involved like taste, scent, texture, and hopefully, moaning. I’m a pleaser though, so if asked, I'd be down to get fucked. But it couldn’t be emotional or sweet, it would have to be rough and hard with just spit and friction; my legs wrapped around his waist, nails clawing at his back, with lots of moans and grunts.

But then what? Would there be post-nut clarity or regret? I think the worst thing in that moment, when there’s cum leaking from my hole and dripping down my thighs, would be for another alert to go off saying “false alarm”.

Maybe that’s just a dark fantasy, when in reality you’d just feel overwhelmed, and just stare out a window; still with a glass of bourbon in hand. Morbid and a bit bizarre thoughts, but that’s where my head is at.