Dusty had expected immediate revulsion. Perhaps a knock in the teeth. He had not assumed the stranger was gay, nor had he given him any cause to believe he was. No lead ons. Certainly no cause to believe he would be receptive to him, of all people. When he'd fooled around in the past, it had been  a known thing. Gay bars, where someone may let their standards slip and take a back seat romp with the rough cajun because that was exciting. Alcohol had usually been involved. It was now, but they had not drank enough to claim it could have clouded their judgement. The stranger was surprised, indicated by the way he froze. He wasn't disgusted though. Once it caught up to him, he was pulling Dusty in with a gentle hand around the back of his neck.<br/><br/>Dusty knew then there was a chance he hadn't fucked things up completely. Maybe he still had, but that would come later. At the slightest encouragement, things went immediately more heated. Dusty took the young man's hips and yanked him more fully under him in the truck bed. Lightly straddling him, careful not to drop too much  of his weight on the slim body beneath him, he kissed him more heavily. Open mouthed, eager, and explorative.<br/><br/>It had been years since Dusty had touched another human being in any sort of meaningful way. It didn't hurt that the stranger was so attractive. Out of his league in most circumstances, but the world was different now. The stranger was probably just as attention starved and desperate. It wasn't as if he had many options in town. None that would mean anything good for the city boy. When it came down to an end of the world scenario, Dusty had gone from slightly repulsive swamp cajun to prime pickings in comparison to the other men in the area.