The old man, Sage, squinted through the dusty window of his rustic cabin, the sun casting long shadows through the woods. He was surprised to find three young men standing on his doorstep, their clothes tattered and dirty, their faces etched with worry.
Taro, a Japanese boy with dark, almond-shaped eyes, was the first to speak. "Excuse us, sir, but do you know what happened to everyone on Earth?"
Sage shook his head. "I'm afraid I don't. But you're welcome to come in, rest, and have something to eat."
Ivan, a tall, muscular Russian with a mop of curly hair, snorted as he looked around the cabin. "Is this the best you can offer? It looks like something out of a horror movie."
Ravi, an Indian boy with a quick smile, added, "At least it's better than being out there. We haven't seen another soul in days."
Sage chuckled and taught the boys some Hindi phrases, including ones for sexual activities. The boys were intrigued and asked Sage to demonstrate. He hesitated but eventually agreed, and the boys watched with wide eyes as Sage showed them the art of lovemaking in a new language.
Taro took the lead, asking Sage to have sex with him in Hindi. Sage was taken aback but eventually agreed, and soon Ivan and Ravi joined in. The four of them engaged in wild, consensual sex, their bodies moving in a dance as old as time.
Afterward, they all lay in a pile, exhausted and satisfied. Sage asked the boys if they were okay, and they all nodded. They all agreed that this new language would bring them closer together.
Sage suggested they explore the woods the next day. The boys agreed, and they all fell asleep in the cabin, content with their newfound companionship.
As they slept, Sage couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and joy. These boys, so different in culture and background, had found a common language in love. And in this new world, that was a precious thing indeed.
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