Nobody knew where the plague had started. Nobody knew what the precise mechanism of transmission was, or how the disease affected the body, or even why it affected men but not women. All that was really known was that the symptoms began arising in all men seemingly simultaneously about a week and a half prior, and it only took a day, sometimes slightly longer, for it to kill.
“Was it bad?” Julius asked after hearing the details. “I mean…did dad…did he suffer? I know I shouldn’t ask, but I have to know.”
Laura gave him a look that was solemn, but somehow resilient.
“He just went to sleep, honey,” she said. “I think we’re suffering more than he did.”
The rest of their meal went by in silence. Julius finished his food, thanked his mother, and then made his way upstairs. He picked out some clothes in his room and headed into the shower. Most of the dirt and sweat he had accumulated throughout his camping trip was still on him, and what he really felt like he needed more than anything was to wash it all off.
His clothes were dirty and over worn, and it was a relief to be able to undress. He turned on the water, and after fiddling with the knobs and setting it to a reasonable temperature, stepped through the curtain.
Julius felt almost as though the entire day up to that point had just been a dream. Not a good dream, or a bad dream, but a strange and unreal fantasy that seemed to place him in a role that he had never asked for. He couldn’t but think back to when he had left his camp site that morning, and the mysterious woman that had seduced him.
He felt his cock begin to tingle as he remembered the sex. It had been so passionate and primal, as though their hormones had taken over and fucking had just been the natural destination. Julius was rubbing soap all over his body, and reached down and coated his dick with a layer of wet, soapy bubbles.
It felt awesome, and he couldn’t resist stroking himself for a moment. His member was incredibly sensitive, and seemed to almost have a physical memory of the experience from early in the day. Before he knew it, he was pumping it with a building intensity, feeling his mind fog over with the desire to cum.
Julius heard a noise, and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the bathroom door had been opened a crack. The shower curtain was clear, and even though it was fogged over, it was still easy enough to see through either way.
He didn’t slow down his pace. He expected his mom to walk in, but she never did, not even after several minutes. He was still jerking himself off, when he noticed a small movement off the edge of the doorframe. Julius realized that his mom was watching him. The thought made him feel ashamed, and uncomfortable and strangely, somehow aroused.
His hand was sliding up and down his dick faster, and faster. It felt harder than it had ever been before. He was facing the hallway, and exposing himself clearly for his mother to see. The sound of each stroke made a lewd noise, and he began to feel his own deeply rooted sexual impulses take over.
“Julius honey? I brought you a towel.” His mom finally spoke up, and walked into the room. She tried to act as though she had just arrived on the scene, even modestly averting her gaze, but he knew better.
“Oh, thanks mom,” he replied. Julius grabbed the shower curtain with his hand and slid it open just enough to see out, and just enough for his hard cock and what he was doing to it to be visible to his mom. His pace intensified, and as she turned to place the towel on the rack, he caught her eyes locking on to his exposed member.
That was it for Julius. He exploded, spurting out long streams of white hot cum onto the shower floor. His mom watched on for a moment, her cheeks flushed red and her mouth slightly agape, before tossing the towel down and slowly turning to leave.
“I’ll be in the kitchen honey,” she said. “Enjoy your shower.”
He finished cleaning himself off, feeling a wave of guilt and shame flood into him. That had been one of the most strange and perverted things he had ever done, but somehow, his mind was able to rationalize it away. It was a very bizarre and unexplainable world that he lived in now, and Julius almost felt as though he couldn’t be held accountable for his actions.
After turning off the water, he dried himself off and made his way to his room, quickly getting dressed and grabbing his phone and wallet. He walked downstairs into the living room and found that the TV was on. A special broadcast seemed to airing, with the President, who according to the announcer was the woman that Julius remembered as the Secretary of Education, taking the podium
“Good afternoon, my fellow Americans,” began the president. She was an attractive woman in her early forties, with nice breasts and a very nice figure, even if it was hidden by her clothing.
“The tragedies we have experienced over the past two weeks cannot be understated. Unfortunately, it seems as though things will continue to be difficult in the coming days.” She pushed back a couple strands of her hair, and then continued.
“Many of you may have heard, either through legitimate or illegitimate sources, that the government had begun a quarantine program for men alive who were not showing severe symptoms. This is true.”
“However, it does not seem as though even the most contained and controlled environments have been spared from this terrible, unknown. Our efforts have proven ineffective, and as far as we know, there are not any men left alive in our country. The situation is still being assessed abroad, but this is likely to be the case worldwide.”
“I apologize for having to deliver such somber news, but we have survived the past few days, we will continue to survive, and create a better society for all of us. Thank you.”
The audience the President was addressing broke into applause. Julius felt light headed. He grabbed the remote and turned the screen off, feeling his heart begin to pound in his chest as the reality of the situation took hold. He was the only man left, as far as he, or anybody else knew. What did that mean for him? What did that mean for the world?
Julius felt a growing need to assess the situation on his own, outside. The idea of it gave him pause, however. There was no predicting how the people left, the women left, would react to still seeing him alive.
He headed back upstairs, and into his parent’s room. Crouching own on his knees, he pulled a box out from under the bed. It was something that his father had bought a long time ago, and thankfully, never used. He clicked the metal clasp open and lifted up the lid, and lifted the pistol that was inside up with his hand.
It was heavier than he would have expected. He played around with it for a minute, figuring out what he needed to hit to release the clip, clear the chamber, and toggle the safety. It was already loaded, but there was no bullet in the chamber. His father also had a shoulder harness in the box, and he put it on underneath his windbreaker, and slid the gun into it.
Julius put everything away and walked back downstairs. His mom was in the kitchen, and he found himself feeling slightly embarrassed as he remembered what had happened in the shower.
“Uh, hey mom,” he said. “I’m going to go take a look at the town. I know it’s rough out there, but I will be careful.”
His mom smiled at him. It didn’t seem like she was taking the bathroom incident too seriously, which he found himself incredibly grateful for.
“Call me if anything happens, and be careful,” said Laura. “And Julius?”
“Yeah mom?”
“You’re the man of the house now. Please, don’t do anything that will make a scene. You need to come back to me, honey, no matter what.” Laura had a loving, caring look on her face that made Julius feel a little strange. It almost seemed to go beyond the love of a typical mother, into further territory.
“I will mom, don’t worry,” he said.
She smiled at him, and then Julius walked out of the house.
Last Man Alive by Anya Merchant
Steady Stimulation (Taboo Erotica) Page 4