CHAPTER 2
Julius felt disoriented as he drove back to his house. The small town that he and his family lived in looked the same as usual from a distance, but as he drove deeper into it, he began to get a strange feeling of something being out of place.
It almost felt as though he was coming back to an alien copy of the town, where the basics had been sufficiently replicated, but some of the finer details had been left out. As he began to see people walking on the street, he realized what it was.
There were only women around, wherever he looked. He thought it was just a coincidence at first. He’d had a similar feeling as a kid a couple of times when he had walked to school and not seen any cars or people for the entire journey. But in like in those instances, the sensation was not being proven to be unfounded.
He looked in all directions as he drove, but still didn’t see a single male. His stomach began to twist, and his palms began to get sweaty. Something was definitely up, and it was impossible for him to even speculate as to what it was. Somehow, it made him feel almost like he was in mortal danger.
Julius ran a red light at one of the few intersections in his town in a rush to make it back to his parent’s house. He forced himself to breathe, and tried to calm down. Everything would be explained once he got home. He could work things out then, and get a proper sense of what was happening.
Finally, he pulled into the driveway of the family home. It was a middle class two story house, well maintained, but nothing extravagant. He got out of his car and rushed inside, throwing the door open and scanning the living room.
“Mom? Dad?” he called. “Is anybody home?”
Julius turned and saw his step-mom, Laura, making her way out of the kitchen. The expression on her face was strange, a mixture of shock, confusion, and relief. She walked towards him slowly, tears beginning to well up in the corners of her eyes.
“Julius?” she muttered. “How on Earth…?”
His mom took her hand and brought it up to his face. It was soft against his cheek, and made him feel a little excited, to his own discomfort. Laura was an attractive woman, with large breasts, a solid butt, and a thin waist that made her body a pleasure to look at. It made him feel like a bit of a pervert to admit, but at 34 years old, she was still a total bombshell, and certainly provided the neighborhood with an ample amount of eye candy.
She was wearing a loose summer dress, low cut in the front and short on the bottom. Julius reached his arms out to pull her into a hug, feeling the fabric of the dress against his hands and the softness of her breasts against his chest. She wasn’t wearing a bra, he realized.
“Mom, what’s going on?” he asked.
Laura sobbed into his shoulder and hugged him even tighter. He did the best he could to console her, rubbing his hands up and down her back until she was in a state to speak.
“Julius…he’s dead. Your father…is dead,” she whispered. “All of the men are, Julius. They all are dead!”
He looked at her blankly, not sure if he was correctly hearing what she was saying.
“What…How, how is that…” he started to speak, but found it almost impossible to find any words. “Mom, what are you talking about?”
Laura walked over to the couch, sat down, and then straightened out her dress. Tears were running down her face, and she looked at him as though he were a condemned man.
“There was a sickness…some type of disease, or virus,” she said. “It killed all of the men, and all of the boys. All of them! Julius…so many people have died...”
“Mom, that doesn’t make any sense,” said Julius. “It couldn’t have killed everyone. I’m still alive, and I feel fine.”
She seemed to snap back to reality, as though realizing what it meant for him to be there in front of her.
“Oh god, no, sweetie!” she cried. “We, we have to get you to quarantine! Do you feel okay? Don’t let yourself fall asleep! It always seems to happen after going to sleep!”
“I’m not tired mom, relax,” he said. “Don’t panic, we’ll figure things out.”
“Julius, I’m so…happy,” she said, stepping towards him. “I never thought I’d see you again.”
He smiled at her, and held his arms open. Laura stepped into his embrace, leaning her head against her son’s chest. Her hair was so soft, and he felt his lower half responding to the feeling of having her body so close, even though she was his mother.
Laura looked up at him, and his eyes met hers. Something outside of the reality he had once known and lived in was happening and there was no way for him to stop it, but all he could think about in the moment was how beautiful and enticing his mom’s eyes were. He felt his face drawing closer to hers, and then their lips met.
The embrace instantly seemed to heat up and become something illicit, and sexually compelling. Julius felt his hands running up and down his mom’s back, and she lifted her leg up slightly and pushed her crotch against him. His cock was quickly stirring in his pants, but before things could go any further, an alarm went off on Laura’s phone.
“Oh, uh, sorry,” she said. “That’s for the pie I’m baking. We’re having a memorial tomorrow morning at the church.”
Julius coughed, and a strange, awkward silence seemed to descend over the room. He had no idea what had just happened between him and his mom. It must just be the tension of the situation, or how relieved she was to find out that he was alive, he thought.
“Mom…” he said. “If everything you’ve told me is true, then how am I not dead?”
“I have no idea sweetie, and frankly, I don’t care,” she replied. “I’m just glad that you’re alive.”
She smiled at him, and he smiled back.
“Please, let me make you dinner,” Laura said. “With Liza still away and your father…well, let’s just say it’s been very lonely around here lately.
“Alright mom, thanks,” said Julius. “At this point, I could definitely use a hot meal.”
CHAPTER 3
Over the course of dinner, Laura explained more about what had happened to the world. It seemed that for every question of his that she answered, three more would arise that only complicated the situation further.
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 la
yer 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
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