Silence of Men Pt. 01

Silence of Men Part 1

Alex woke up with a raging hard on. Of course, during normal times this wasn't significant; most eighteen-year-olds do. But since the virus 4 years ago, he was now an exception. He reached down to take his cock in his hand. He didn't understand it. While other men seemed to have shriveled to nothing, he had blossomed. Now both hands wrapped around his pulsing heat, and there were still several inches showing. He grabbed a tissue and began to stroke. Knowing the pressure wouldn't break until he surrendered to it.

He didn't grab his phone. Instead he lay back on his bed and thought about his step sister. Beth was a vivacious 19-year-old, blond, massive tits and not one to hide her assets. Why should she though? No man had hit on her for years. Her boyfriend was a ghost and she often complained about how useless men were. His thoughts turned to unloading on her chest. He pumped harder, *Going to cover you,* he chanted in his head, picturing her kneeling in front of him, begging him. She is holding her offerings up to him, smiling and encouraging him. Her perfect lips begging him to give her his gift. "Gahnug!", his load surged against the tissue, the heat of his release soaking through the paper. He continued to encourage the last little bit out as he imagined it landing on her skin instead.

Alex sighed, knowing the relief is temporary since the anticipation of the next time already on the edge of his mind. He carefully folded the tissue and dropped it in the waste basket beside his bed. Sitting up, scanning his room for what to put on. Men now dressed to blend in, not caring about being something, baggy sweater and baggy pants. Good for him since half the time his passion was hard and if he had tight pants on the world would know. He pulled on yesterday's hoodie and a pair of cargo pants that left everything to the imagination.

He put on his 99 face and did the shuffling walk he had perfected. The sound of the nylon carpet as his feet dragged along was like little pricks of guilt. This wasn't who he was; he was a full step, chest out, virile man. He knew though that his act was a must, ever since his friend Danny disappeared. The rumours were that he was a one percent and the government took him to be a breeder.

With his approach to the kitchen, his first sense was the smell of bacon and eggs cooking. He knew his step mom would be busy getting food ready for him since she thought he was too sick to do it himself. She thought that at least. His act worked so well he fooled even her. As he entered the kitchen, he saw her big round ass in a small pair of sleeping shorts swinging as she scrambled his eggs. She was an older version of Beth; at 42, she had put on weight due to the stress of losing her husband and taking on this new world where men were silent.

"Alex, you are up, good. The food is almost ready." She beamed at him, holding an arm out for the hug she insisted on every morning. She thought it was to keep him connected; for him it was just another opportunity to perv on her massive boobs. Her t-shirt was two sizes too small and fought to contain her. He obligated her and wrapped both arms around her but didn't squeeze, that would be too much for a 99. She countered it though, 'Come here,' in a whisper pulling him tight to her. She was warm and squishy; he looked down at her face and the endless cleavage below. "The eggs!" She pulled away and moved them off the cooktop.

Alex moved slowly to the table and sat down. He knew not to take any initiative, just let everyone else take control and guide him. He watched Betty as she finished plating the food. "Oh, Alex, go upstairs and get your sister please."

"Sure."

He moved at a slow pace upstairs and knocked on her door. When the door opened, his senses went into overdrive. It was like one of those romance movies that Beth and Betty would cry over and talk about how it used to be back in the day. Slow motion. Her vanilla scent filled his nostrils. The light seemed to put a halo around her. She had only a bra and panties on. The bra was struggling to do its job as her chest swung from the motion of pulling the door open. To Alex; Beth had always been a walking wet dream.

"Alex, what's going on, why you here?" Beth said, a note of impatience tinging her voice.

"Mom, uh, Betty, you know, breakfast." He pretended to stumble. All he wanted to do was pull her into his arms and kiss her like they kiss in those movies. He spun away, slumped his shoulders and started the shuffle back to the kitchen. He could feel that growth in him already. Usually he had a few hours before the ache would come back but something this morning was hardening the process.

He moved back to the kitchen slowly. He wondered why he was so different than the 99. Nothing on the internet told him about the 0.01% like him. It was all quiet on that part. The noise in his pants though said he was different. Since the virus he was virile, alive and potent. He grew while his friends seemed to shrivel. He put on 30 pounds of muscle, everything filled out. As he approached the kitchen he slumped his shoulders and sat quietly at the table.

"Honey, I put butter and syrup on your pancakes, I want you to eat everything on your plate, keep your weight up." Betty looked at him with that loving concern. Since losing her husband to the deep depression as a consequence of the virus she had taken on being his caretaker and building him up, hoping to avoid the same fate as so many men today.

"Sure, Mom." He said quietly. He was ravenously hungry but played with food a bit before taking a tentative bite.

Beth came in the room, wearing just a t-shirt over her sports bra and panties. "Morning Mom." then turning to Alex, "Hey, food looks good." She punched his shoulder.

They all ate in silence. Alex's brain was humming, these beautiful women drove him crazy. It was wrong in the old ways, they were family. But he figured it was the virus causing him to want to use them and fill them with his seed. He ached for them, the thought of sliding deep into them and dropping a load was all encompassing.

"ALEX!", he felt the punch on his forearm. "Where's you head at!" Beth's voice rose up.

"What, um, yeah sure, we can do that." Not sure what he just agreed to.

"Ok, the beach then, good, maybe some sun on your body will help you liven up a bit." Beth sat back a big smile on her face.

*Oh fuck, the beach! No, no, no.* He bounced his foot to release some energy. Just the thought of Beth bouncing around at the beach in a small little bikini was too much.

Betty spoke up as she was finishing her plate, "Alex, shower first, I can smell you from here." She smiled at him and held her nose closed with her fingers.

"Ok, sure Mom." He said quietly. Inside though he was relieved at the suggestion. He could take care of his needs in there and maybe the beach won't be such a challenge then.

He stripped down in the bathroom, he was hard and full of need. He stood at the mirror and slowly stroked himself. The pressure of his hand bringing the relief his body was crying out for. Images of Beth and Betty bounced through his head. His need growing harder building in the base of his stomach, his heart pounding in his chest. His imagination penetrating again and again. Tearing into what his body was asking for. He felt the first of his own excitement coat his hand. His excitement jumped, he was so close, his body crying out for the release.

"ALEX!" Beth's shock rang out loud and clear.

She stood at the bathroom door he forgot to lock, her mouth open and eyes wide. Her chest heaving with the uncertainty of what she was looking at.

"Oh, no, Beth, what, oh my god... Gahnug!." Stream after stream of his desires shot out across the counter and onto the mirror. His fist still pumping up and down the length. He closed his eyes, the sensations of all this became over whelming replacing the buzz in his head with the ramifications of what was just witnessed.

Beth stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. Her face a mix of confusion and concern. "Alex, you can't... I mean like you should be doing this."

Alex's breath started to come back to him. His mind processing more than just the driving need. He released himself and it fell with a wet slap against his thigh. Putting his hands on the counter, he looked at her through the reflection on the mirror Through the sports bra and the t-shirt he noticed her nipples were hard. Her vanilla smell started to envelope his senses.

"I can and I need to." He said quietly. Looking at her blue eyes for a sense of what she was thinking.

"I don't understand, you are a 99, just like everyone else." Her eyes were searching for something to bring this new reality some context. She settled on the streak of cum sliding down the mirror. It was real and there was no faking that. She put her hand on the door knob. "I need to tell Mom."

"No!" He reacted harder than he wanted to. He reached out to her but didn't touch. "Betty can't know this, please Beth." His eyes were wide, the concern evident. "She will have to tell the administration at the hospital and I will disappear like Danny did."

Her eyes clouded with confusion for a moment. *Danny, Alex's highschool friend.* Yes, she remembers Alex mentioning that he wasn't around anymore after he was caught making out with a girl at the school.' She lifted her hand off the door knob.

"Beth, please let me work through this. I promise it will be ok, just treat me the same." He talked slow and calmly.

Beth saw the difference, this wasn't Alex. She saw now the muscles, his chest, his abs, his arms. He was what the girls used to call before all this silence, 'eye candy'. "Alex, I don't know. How did you fool us?"

"Beth, let me shower, I'll clean up and we can go to the beach like you planned." He put a hand on her shoulder, "We will talk, I'll answer all your questions."

The touch was electric, just her shoulder but it wasn't Alex she knew, it was this man in front of her. Something about his smell was penetrating her deeply. 'Oh, god, am I getting wet for my step brother.' "Fuck, ok, Alex, but you can't hide from me anymore.

"Ok, Ok, sure, just keep this between you and me." He turned to start cleaning the counter.

Beth opened the door and left but not before turning and looking at his chiseled ass. *Oh my god, no, what the fuck, stop.* She closed the door a little too hard.

Before she knew it, Alex was washed up, at her door, and in his beach clothes. They were modest board shorts and a loose t-shirt that hid the body she had been obsessing about for the last 20 minutes.

"Beth, you ready to go?" He looked her over, less careful now about his hungry eyes. She had a white bikini on and a nearly transparent cover-up. Her body was made for the beach. Her breasts sat firm and high, and her stomach was tight yet still feminine. Her hips and ass were full but still firm and above nearly perfect legs, a mix of soft and muscle that he couldn't believe.

Beth stood still for a moment and let his eyes wash over her. She could feel his heat now, even after showering. There was a smell about him she always thought was the dirty 99 smell. She paused, let him absorb her new bikini.

"Alex, do you like what you see?" She smiled.

"It's a nice suit." He mumbled, looking away. "We should get going, it will be busy today; if we wait too much longer, we won't find a parking spot."

They left the house but not before Betty fussed over Alex. She told Beth to put sunscreen on him and not to let him go into the water alone. Beth had the keys and that was one thing that burned Alex. Men had lost the ability to get their drivers' licenses two years ago. Too many 'accidents' and the newly elected female president took that right away. Some women fought for it but not enough men cared to.

The drive down was fun; Beth was in a ripe mood and singing along to the old tunes. She was trying to avoid a conversation that she knew was coming but change was hard and this was a big change today.

Alex really looked at her now. Rather than stolen glances, he could watch her motions and movements. He laughed when she hit the big notes but marveled at her beauty. She was so alive and free. He wanted that, he wanted her.

They found a parking spot and walked hand in hand. Nothing was different; the 99s needed to be guided. Beth knew this time it was different. The touch was something else now, they were both holding the secret and she knew nothing would be the same after today.

They found a spot and lay down after Beth ceremoniously shed the cover up.

When she was beside him, Alex was the first to speak. "I'm afraid Beth."

She didn't speak but put a hand on his cheek. She had never noticed how pretty his eyes were before; probably because they were cast down 99% of the time.

He sighed, the warmth of her hand burning into his cheek. "I don't want to disappear."

Alex rolled over onto his back. "Beth, command me to take my shirt off."

She did and looked around at the knowing smile of other women near them. *Those 99s needed so much direction,* she thought looking back at them.

Alex sighed and pulled his shirt off without getting up. Beth caught herself watching him pull it off. He was skinny but unlike the 99s he was muscular, he rippled as he moved. She was mesmerized by him. He was a hunk, and that feeling was intensified now that she knew what he was.

"Beth, I want something real before I'm made into a breeder." He said quietly.

The sound of the waves and the salt air filled her senses as she tried to absorb what he had said. Something stirred inside her. A feeling she hadn't had in a long time, one she never got to explore when the virus struck.

"Alex, what do you mean?" she whispered.

He propped himself up on his elbows, looked at the water, waves crashing down, the natural order of things all as it should be. "I want what people experienced before the virus."

She looked away. Unsure of how to move the conversation forward and afraid of the answers to the questions that made her stomach ache. She put her hand on his and stayed still.

"Beth, have you ever had a boyfriend? Not the middle school thing but one that you could see a future in." He asked without looking at her.

"Not really, in grade nine, David Carter--he and I, you know, hung out, kissed, and that stuff." She felt silly saying it but knew he was opening up to her and she needed to do the same.

Alex turned and looked her in the eyes, "Do you ever think you will have the relationship that Betty and Tom had before the virus?"

Beth looked out at the water, the women swimming and diving in, not a man to be seen. "Will anything between men and women be like before the virus?" She responded, "I don't think so. Maybe for a few lucky people but I think more and more women are finding each other to fulfill that emotional need."

"Really?" He asked. He had never thought of that and no one ever talked about it. He grabbed her hand this time, the touch electric, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

Beth blushed. "I did for a bit, but it wasn't me. I didn't want that and couldn't see myself like that. I think I'd rather be alone."

Silence covered them for a while then. They soaked in the sun and listened to the waves and shrieks of play from the water.

Alex broke the silence. "Beth, can we try?"