Empty World

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM

I woke up, stretched, yawned, and padded into the bathroom to take a shower. This one was a really nice one, the people who had lived here must have spent over a thousand dollars to fix up this place. I showered in luxurious comfort and used the scented soaps of what had probably been the housewife's, took clean clothes out of the closet in the next bedroom (must have been a college-age son's room), then made myself breakfast. A well-stocked pantry, this was a nice neighborhood and I could stay in this area for several months before I used up all the stuff in the different houses.

By now, you're thinking I'm a crook and maybe a murderer. But I'm not. I haven't killed anyone, and not even sure I could kill anyone, the way things are here. You see, I'm the only person on Earth. I was still confused about this, and even how I had gotten here. This wasn't my home town. I had gone to sleep some time ago and woke up...here. This abandoned city, where the electricity worked and food remained fresh and water ran clean and fires still burned, but no people anywhere. Nor any cats or birds or dogs or such. All just...empty. An empty house, an empty city, an empty world, maybe. TVs turned on but were blank, radios worked but only gave static.

I moved around and lived my life and did what I wanted to and survived and after these last few weeks, if that was what it was (I had no way to tell time, but I had been here quite a while), I was getting a little bit crazy. If this was Heaven, it was a bizarre sort of Heaven, and if this was Hell, I was in a very weird sort of Hell. I even cut myself a little, and I bled for a short while, and my cut healed up, so I had decided I wasn't dead. But...what was I? A ghost? Ghosts don't bleed. Had everyone and everything been scooped up somehow and I had just been missed? Then why did everything still work if they were all gone? Was I in some alternate dimension? Or an alien zoo habitat? Maybe. But what?

I might have been mystified forever except for what happened that same

day I started telling you about. After my breakfast, I ventured out to explore the town, looking for things I might want to use or that would entertain me or...just to see something. If this was eternity, it was horribly boring. I walked around the corner of a building and there he was, playing basketball by himself on a court. A young boy, somewhere in his younger teen years, with very light, blond hair, fair skin, clean, thin limbs, and an innocent face, wearing a light yellow shirt and blue jeans and sneakers, intent on his game and he didn't see me. But he was moving and alive and REAL!

"Wow! Hey! Hey!" I called out and began to run toward him. I must have looked scary, a man in his mid-twenties, strong-muscled, with hair that hadn't been cut for months and a scraggle of beard on my chin (I hadn't shaved in about a week), wearing only a red t-shirt and dark blue jogging shorts with sneakers (no reason to dress nice, either) charging at him. But he wasn't scared, or surprised, or much of anything.

"There you are!" was his response. "I was wondering when you'd get here."

I was almost at him and those words sank in, I paused and stopped about five paces away. "You knew I was here?"

"Of course," he said. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you."

Him, hurt me? "Okay," was my response. "Well, I'm here now."

"So you are. Do you play basketball?"

"I did, but it's been a few years," I admitted.

"Let's shoot a game of hoops," he said.

Like that, we were playing. He was pretty good, but I won by three points. I had thought about letting him win, but that would have started us off on the wrong leg, I decided. Better to just be myself. He didn't mind. "You hungry?" He asked.

"Had breakfast about two hours ago," I admitted. "Getting thirsty, though."

"Ice cream parlor a few blocks from here. Let's go."

So he got himself a huge ice cream platter, and I got a soft drink and we talked. I told him my name was Pierce (last names seemed unnecessary) and that I was twenty-four years old. His name was Adan, he said, he was fifteen years old and had lived in this city for a long time. "Years and years," he explained.

"A lot longer than me," I agreed. "Near as I can tell, I've been here about a month or so."

"Time is standing still," he informed me. "The people moved on, but we stay right here in this one instant of time."

"I've noticed that the clocks don't move, that there is no nighttime, and the weather stays the same," I agreed. "Just a warm, partly cloudy day, maybe late spring."

"Kind of a paradise, isn't it?" he smiled at me.

"Sort of, I guess," I agreed.

"What's wrong with it?" He asked.

"Just...it's lonely," I told him. "No people around."

"People!" he snorted. "Who needs them? I'm fine, I can do what I want and when I want and nobody tries to stop me or make fun of me or make me do things."

He seemed angry so I backed off, "Yeah, I guess you're right. You and I need to make the best of things here."

"Now you're getting it. Let's go do something together."

"Okay."

He took me to a skateboard park and we both skateboarded, he outdid me easily on that, then we ate a lunch of hot dogs at a hot dog stand (the dogs in the oven were fresh and hot and the bun toaster worked easily, everything in this town was "ready to use") then he showed me a pair of motorbikes and we rode them around the town. Tired, we played a board game, Battleship, which he liked and I didn't mind. Then supper. I got the feeling he was waiting for something.

I finally yawned and stretched and said, "It may still be bright daylight outside, but I am bushed. I need to find me a bedroom and sack out for about eight hours."

"No time here, but I'll join you," Adan volunteered. "Come on, I'll show you my room."

With the entire city to pick from, I figured he'd take us to some posh hotel suite with two bedrooms or such. We ended up in a fairly normal teenager's bedroom, the bed was queen-sized but nothing special, the desk had schoolbooks and sports equipment, and a trophy case which held a bunch of second- and third-place trophies and certificates of participation. I'd already figured out Adan had been a lackluster athlete but how many kids can add that to their list of non-accomplishments in school? "Nice room," I told Adan. "But where do I sleep?"

"With me, of course," Adan said, standing close to me. I turned to face him, surprised and he sprang at me, embraced me and kissed me.

I was startled by this and rigid in his arms, but when his hand came up and cupped my basket, I was overwhelmed by a shock of passion that rippled through my loins. Understand I'd been alone for weeks of time and the two of us were all alone in this town, in this city, in this...world?

Things happen to your brain at a time like that. Making love to a barely teenaged boy well under the legal age of consent suddenly doesn't seem so bad.

So I relaxed into his eager grip and my arms went around him and we kissed all-out. His lips were frantic and hungry but inexperienced, and I began to take control of the kissing, pushing my tongue into his mouth and showing him how to kiss a lover, and our tongues tangled and twirled and twisted around each other, loving and laving each other with our saliva, then I tasted and taunted his teeth with my tongue tip, and he attempted the same talent on me, and wasn't so bad at it. I stroked his young, supple body and he fondled my muscled body, panting, and he said huskily, "We should take off our clothes."

"Of course," I smiled and let go of him.

He undressed shyly, as if embarrassed, but I smiled as I sat on the bed, untied and kicked off my untied sneakers, and removed my sturdy, clean athletic socks. Adan was now naked and I looked at his body. He had a few pubic hairs, but not that many, and his erect cock was a modest five inches long. He saw me looking and blushed.

I grinned. "You're still growing, and so is it. Give it time." I pulled off my t-shirt, showing him my magnificent, massive, muscled pectorals and slender stomach. I clenched my fists to pump up my biceps for him.

"There is no time here," he pointed out. "But it works just fine."

"That's all that matters," I said as I shucked my shorts, showing my well-filled jockstrap. "Are you ready for the main reveal?"

"Yeahhh," he agreed, licking his lips.

I put my hands on the waist and peeled it down, bending over so I could hide my prong from his eyes until I got the strap off, then stepped out of it, and straightened back up, showing him my nine inches. "How does this look

to you?"

"Delicious," he informed me.

"Good enough to eat?"

"Yeah," he licked his lips again.

I sat on the bed, leaned back, and rested my hands behind me on the bed.

"So what are you waiting for?"

He was between my legs in a flash, kneeling on the floor and dove onto my prod with his lips. I expected him to be a novice at cocksucking but he turned out to be really good at it. He knew how to suck and he gobbled down about five inches with saliva greasing the way on his first plunge down with his lips. He gripped my shaft and milked it upwards.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!" I grunted, shuddered at how good it felt.

I hadn't fully realized how much I had missed this part of having sexual

partners. At my age, when I felt the goat rising in me, as it were, I would put on a tight t-shirt and faded, worn blue jeans and go to a bar and a few drinks and a dance or two after, I would have a hot stud ready to rock my bedsheets for the night.

His hand came up to fondle my nuts in their dangling nutsac (I knew the right way to sit on a bed to get a blowjob) and he was an expert at that as well; he had me moaning and gasping. "Mmmmm, ahhhhhh, uhhhhhh, ahhhhhh, ohhhhhh, ummmmm, ahhhhhhh, ohhhhhh, ahhhhhh!" I groaned.

He kept it up a while then he lifted off my now-gleaming prong, passion softening his already soft face and he said, "Can you fuck me now, Pierce? Please?"

"You bet, kid, but can you take it?"

"I have some lubricant in the nightstand. My last man told me to pick it up and it works real good."

I took the lube from the nightstand as I pondered. Last man? I kept my mouth shut for the time being, greased my pud until it shone like a silver sword of oily masculinity.

I clambered into place on top of Adan, and he wrapped his legs around my burly thighs and perched his heels on my buttocks. His arms went around my neck, I looked into his eyes, and I saw a fire burning inside them that I had never seen in a man's eyes before in this position.

Was Adan really a boy? Or what? Adan seemed to realize I was noticing something because he closed his eyes and turned his head and said, "Now fuck me, big man, fuck me nice and hard. Nice and hard."

I shuddered, my desire dominating me and I began to move, my hips swaying to the timeless rhythm of passion and I plunged my dong into Adan and he groaned as I slid in to the very hilt, my balls resting on his buttocks with the first thrust. I hadn't intended to go so deep but his bowels accepted me so easily. He was tight, nice and tight, but yielded as I pushed into him, gripping me after I had passed.

Whatever Adan was, he was a part of this world. This otherwise empty world.

But I was delighted beyond measure by the feeling and I began to move my hips faster, with no resistance or moans of pain from Adan, only the happy gasping groans of pleasure from an elated Adan, and he began to ripple his own body to help me delve deeply into his body, my cock slipping back and forth with the utmost ease, the perfection of passion, the pinnacle of pleasure, the rapture of raunchy rut, I groaned and began to hammer at the soft buttocks with every ounce of my body's power, driving at him, and Adan only groaned louder. "Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh!" he gasped as I pummeled him mercilessly.

"Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, good, yeah, oh, oh, good, I'm, gonna, fuck, you, so, hard, come, squirts, out, of, your, ears!" I panted huskily.

"Hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah!" I gasped as the words had drawn my last teaspoon of air from my lungs, and my chest heaved as I kept on driving my dong hard at the boy's bowels.

"Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh!' Adan cried out, "Huhhuh- huh-Pierce-huh-huh-huh, I'm-huh-huh-huh-gonna-huh-huh-huh-COME! HUH-HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

I felt the hot young seed splatter on my stomach and I was slammed onto the summit of orgasm with that liquid fire boiling on my body.

"HAHHHHHHHH!" I guttered out, and arched my back, burying my cock inside him, balls to butt, holding it in him deep as I could, "HAHHHH-HAHHHH-HAHHHH-HAHHHH-AHHHHHHHHH, AH-HAH-HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I turned my face to

the Heavens, my face a clenched fist of climax, and I blasted my spooge into the depths of his bowels, splattering his inner intestines with the rapturous, rabid, orgasmic ambrosia, and I moaned long and deep, "AH-HAH-HAHHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, AHHHHHHHHHHH, AHHHHHHHHHH, AHHHHHHHHHHH, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhh, ahhh, ahh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!" At long, long last, my ecstasy reluctantly released me and I was drained to the utmost of my ability and I fell onto him like a lump of meat, sweaty, solid, heavy and weak, and sobbed my hot breaths onto his shoulder as he held me close to him.

Wearily returning to my body after a time, I forced myself to roll off of him onto the bed and breathed. "Wow, Adan, that was amazing! You are incredible in bed."

"So are you," He told sincerely.

My mind free of my testosterone-fueled emotions, I returned to my earlier puzzle. "Who was the last man?"

"Huh?" he said to me.

"You said that the last man told you to pick up this lubricant," I showed him the blue-and-white tube. "Surgilube. You have to get it out of a drugstore, mostly. Very good, but how did you know about it, unless you were told about it?"

"Don't ask me about that," Adan told me sternly. "You're here and I'm here, and that's all that matters, isn't it?"

"Ummm, yeah, I guess so." I said carefully. Something was off here, but I didn't know enough yet to push my luck.

Adan and I were carefree lovers over the next few weeks. We would play games at his whim, I was the perfect friend and playmate for him, and whenever he felt the mood, we made love. He sucked me on the schoolhouse front steps, I fucked him inside a police car, all sorts of bizarre and strange places, all empty of everyone, as if they had vanished in mid-living. Had Adan sent them away? Was this a zoo of some sort? What had happened?

I spent some time making my plans. I decided to try to leave this city, leave Adan behind, see what happened. I didn't...couldn't...wait for nightfall, so I gave Adan a terrific time in bed, I fucked him in every way I could think of, every position, postponing and prolonging his pleasure by bringing him to the brink of his climax and then pulling out and letting him cool off before I started in again. I have to admit that it wore me something heavy, too. I was frustrated enough I was going to have blue balls by the end of this...but I needed him tired and sleepy.

It worked, he was exhausted and fell asleep and I was weary, but I got up and dressed and slipped out the door. I got a car and began to drive as fast as I could through the streets, avoiding larger highways as I had to dodge the cars that were stopped in mid-traffic. I got several miles, with no difference in the city, all houses and parks and small businesses and such, and then... I was back in the bedroom with Adan. "You shouldn't have done that, Pierce," Adan told me severely. "That was not nice."

I gulped hard. "I'm sorry. I had to find out what was going on."

"Nothing's going on, Pierce. This is a nice place. It has everything we need, you and me. We can live here, play here, happy forever. Why did you try to leave me? You're not allowed to leave me. Ever."

Well, there it was, a part of the answer, at least. "Okay, I can't leave. What do you want to do next."

"Fuck me, Pierce."

I gulped and said, "All right."

I got undressed and found, no longer surprised, that I was erect and horny. I was horny because Adan wanted me that way. He got me on the bed, me on my back and he climbed onto me and he stuffed my cock into his ass and began to bounce up and down on me.

I felt the surge of desire rising in me and I reached up, grabbed him, rolled him over and began to pound his butt.

What other choice did I have? Me and Adan, and this city, this was my world now.

This empty world.

THE END
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