Date: Sun, 26 Jul 2020 21:13:09 -0500
From: AL AL <myniftyemail09@gmail.com>
Subject: After The World Ended

After The World Ended Part 1

It's been 12 years since the Final World War ended. The world is now a
sick, desolate place. Crops no longer grow, lakes and rivers have become
toxic. The earth is no longer able to sustain the human population it
once did. We ruined everything. There are no more governments, no more
laws, no more hope.


Before the end of the world, I was an investment manager. My wife was a
dentist. We were young and doing well for ourselves. We owned a beautiful
home in Southern California. My wife and I loved the ocean. On the
weekends we would rent a yacht to deep sea fish. We both loved to fish.
We would also take trips to reefs to snorkel. Every chance we got, we
were in the water.


After years of saving, we decided we could afford a change of pace. We
sold our home and bought a yacht. My income was enough for my wife to
quit her job. I was able to work remotely. We took advantage of this and
began to travel the world. We saw many beautiful places and met amazing
people. Also, the fishing was awesome!


Then the nukes fell. D.C. and New York were the first go; followed by
Beijing, Moscow, Seul, Berlin, London, Paris, Cairo, Tel Aviv, and the
list goes on and on. No continent, save Antarctica, was untouched. With
the soil and water poisoned, financial systems and supply chains
collapsed. Society soon followed. Armies and police abandoned their
posts. The only thing people cared about was survival though, most did
not survive the famines. We watched this happen to the world from our
yacht. Soon enough, the broadcasts ceased. All communication to the
outside world was gone. Fuel was hard to come by.


My wife and I managed to rig up a sail to our yacht. It worked
surprisingly well! We would catch rain water to drink and fish to eat. We
began creating a map of coastal settlements we would find. We would trade
fish for supplies with these coastal people. These settlements, however,
were scary places. Lawlessness was abound. These places were usually
ruled by warlords. Corporal punishment was publicly displayed. Slavery
was a thing again. Poverty and drug use were the norm.


3 years after the end of the world, my wife gave birth to our beautiful
baby boy, Dillon. Life was good for a while. When Dillon was old enough,
we began schooling him. We would anchor our yacht off the coast of these
settlements and my wife and son would stay behind while I paddled the
inflatable dinghy to port to trade for supplies. I would trade for every
piece of schooling material I could find. These things were rare and
expensive.


One day in mid March, my wife fell ill. It all happened so fast. We
thought it was food poisoning and that it would pass. The next morning, I
awoke to my unresponsive wife. She was soaking wet with sweat. Her face
felt as if it was on fire. I tried to cool her with wet towels. I tried
to give her water. Within hours, she was gone. This broke Dillon and I.
The pain was indescribable. After all we had been through together, this
is how it ended. So suddenly. So unfairly. I tried to be strong for
Dillon. I really did. He is a tough boy. At only 9 years old, it seemed
he was able to manage the loss almost better than me. But I knew he was
hurting. It was just the two of us now. I knew we would have to rely on
each other for emotional support.

6 months after the passing of my wife, things seemed to be getting back
to normal. Dillon's schooling continued. We would fish and collect
water. We would monthly trips to the coastal settlements to trade. For
leisure, Dillon and I would read to each other or just on our own. Dillon
loved to draw and paint. We would make up games to play with each other.
Playing cards was also one of our favorite past times.


While my wife was gone, my sexual urges were not. I would find times to
masturbate, usually while Dillon was sleeping. One day Dillon fell asleep
while reading a new book a I traded for the day before. I smiled as I
looked at my angel of a boy fast asleep on the couch, his book next to
his head. I quietly took the book and used a leaf to mark the page he
left off on. This seemed like the perfect opportunity to bust one out. I
had felt a stirring in my pants the past couple of days and knew it was
time to relieve myself. I made my way to the bedroom and layed down. I
began to paw at my groin, hardening myself, which did not take long. I
began my ritual of softly touching my balls with my left hand and
stroking my dick with my right. I thought of all the wonderful and
passionate moments my wife and I shared in this bed. I could feel I was
getting close. I was about to be lost in an orgasm when I heard:


"Dad? What are you doing?"


I froze. Unsure how to respond. I felt heat in my face as I began to
blush. I had been caught and didn't know what to do. My first reaction
was to think of a lame excuse. But, in the end, I decided to make this a
teaching moment. Dillon was getting older and we would have to have this
conversation sooner or later.


Out of instinctual modesty, I covered myself with a blanket and then sat
up and said, "Come here, son." Dillon walked into the room and climbed
into bed with me.


"Why are you naked? Why are you doing that?" he asked.


"Well, buddy, when you get older, your body begins to change. We all
have these things called hormones that tell our body when it's ready to
start making babies. Boys begin to have this urge a lot and it doesn't
go away until you take care of it. That's what I'm doing right now.
It's called masturbation."


"I'm still confused," he said.


Okay, maybe it's time for an anatomy lesson, I thought to myself. But
also, why am I still hard? Is that excitement I feel? Am I excited that
he's looking at me? That I'm sitting here naked with my son inches away
from me? What the hell? I think I want to see my son naked. These were
such foreign thoughts to me. Maybe it's the lack of touch since my wife
passed. Would this be wrong? I mean, there are no laws against such
things anymore. And I love my son. Why not share this with him?


"Hmm.." I murmured. "Okay, we are going to learn about our bodies
today. Go ahead and take your shorts buddy."


We mostly only wear shorts. Of course we have seen each other naked when
we go swimming. We almost always swim in the nude. Why not since no one
is around? Plus it saves us from having to dry our shorts.


Since our diet mainly contains fish and whatever vegetables we can trade
for in the settlements and the fact that living off grid even on a boat
can be hard work, both of us have lean muscular bodies. We are both quite
tan from being out in the sun all of the time.


"Okay," said Dillon as he slid his shorts off.


While I've seen Dillon naked, I've neer really looked at him this way
before. I've never observed him close up like this. His smooth, hairless
body was perfect and without blemish. His small flacid penis was only
about an inch long. His testicles were also small and his scrotum was
still tight to his body.


"So, I know I've told you babies come from sex, but I haven't really
explained the details. When your body is ready to have sex, your penis
will become erect. Erect also means hard," I explained. I removed the
blanket revealing my hard dick to my son. He looked over me in amazement.
While he has seen me naked before, he has never seen me with a hard on.


"Woah dad! I've never seen your privates so big! Does it hurt?"


"Not at all!" I laughed.


"Why does it get big and hard like that? Sometimes mine gets hard too
but I don't know why. Actually, it's getting hard right now!" he
giggled.


I looked down and sure enough, his little prick was standing to
attention. When erect, it appeared to be about 2.5, maybe 3 inches. I
felt butterflies in my stomach as I admired him.


"Well, boys get hard when they are excited and ready to have sex," I
told him. It gets hard so that you can put your penis inside of another
person. If the other person is a girl, the penis goes into her vagina. If
it's a boy, it goes into his but." Dillon nodded with understanding.
"Once your body is old enough, you will have what is called an orgasm
during sex. This is when your body produces a special juice called sperm.
It's one of the ingredients to make a baby."


"What does sperm look like?" He asked.


"Well, I will show you in a little bit, bud. First, let's continue our
anatomy lesson." I lightly lifted my balls and said, "These are
testicles. You can call them balls if you want. This is where the sperm
is made."


"Your balls are way bigger than mine, dad!" he laughed, causing his
little dick to pulse and bounce. "Is that wet stuff on your private
sperm?" he asked.


"No, that's called pre-cum. It's a natural lubricant your body
produces to make going in and out of another person easily. If you don't
have enough, you can always use spit," I explained.


"So, how do you put your peepee in a butt? Butt holes are so little."


"Well, your butt hole is a sphincter that can stretch." I explained. I
pondered for a moment and then got up, ran to the bathroom and came back
with a toothbrush. "I'll show you."


I then got on all fours with my ass facing my son. Exposing myself to him
this way was turning me on even more. My dick began profusely leaking
pre-cum. There was now a constant, sticky stream from the end of my dick,
leaking on to the bed. I reached back and spread my cheeks wide, exposing
my hole to him. "Get a good amount of spit in your mouth and then spit
it onto my hole," I instructed. He eagerly complied. His giggles were
telling me that he was enjoying this. I stuck the hand of the toothbrush
in my mouth to wet it. I then reached around and slowly inserted the
handle of the toothbrush into my ass. This was a sensation I hadn't felt
since my experiments in college with some male classmates.


"Do you see how my hole stretches around the handle of the toothbrush?"
I asked.


"Yep!"


I began to move the tooth brush in and out as well as moving the brush
side to side to show how it stretches. "Would you like to give it a
shot, bud?"


"Sure!" he said eagerly. He took the brush in his hand and slowly moved
it in and out and side to side like I had done. I could tell his face was
close as he inspected my ass because I could feel his breath. "That's
so cool!" he said.


I removed the toothbrush from my ass and set it aside. I turned back over
and saw that his little prick was still rock hard. "You can touch it if
you want, buddy." Without hesitation, he reached out and ran one finger
down the underside of my shaft to my balls. He then used his hand to pet
my balls and then taking them one at a time into his palm. With his other
hand, he began to explore my bush. "It feels funny!" he laughed. Then,
with his fingers, he began to play with the pre-cum leaking out of my
dick. "It's so slippery and sticky!" he exclaimed.


Without asking, I reached over and cupped his tiny dick and balls in my
hand.


"Woah! That feels so nice and warm!" he said. "That feels really
good!"


I smiled. "You like that, son?"


"Yes! It feels so good!" He nodded emphatically.


I then took his tiny dick in my fingers and began to stroke him, pulling
the foreskin away from the head of his penis and then back again. He
shuddered with delight.


"Come here bud, I want to show you something else." I had him straddle
my chest with his tiny prick pointing directly at my face. I then took
all of him into my mouth, balls and all. Me moaned with delight.


"Oh my god, Dad! That feels so good!"


I swirled my tongue around his tiny dick and then did the same to his
prepubescent balls. His moans continued. I reached down and began
stroking my dick again. I looked up at him and we made eye contact. "I
love you so much, son. We will have each other forever. I will always be
there for you. I will always protect you and keep you safe." I don't
know what came over me but I felt tears welling up in my eyes.


"I love you too, Dad!" he smiled.


"Okay bud, are you ready to see what sperm looks like?"


He nodded. "Yes! I'm ready!"


"Alright, turn around so you can see." I guided him into position so
that his asshole was within licking distance from my mouth. I began to
tongue his hole and feverishly jerk my dick.


Dillon squealed with delight. "Oh my god, Dad! That feels amazing!"


I poked his tight boy hole with my tongue. I wanted to taste the inside
of my boy. I was turned on so much. Filled with so much lust. I could
feel my climax coming. "Okay bud, get ready!"


"I'm ready!"


At that moment, I felt my cock explode. Ecstasy pounded in my head. It
was one of the best orgasms I'd had in a long, long time. Dillon began
to laugh.


"You got it on me!" he giggled. "That was awesome! I can't wait until
I can do that!"


"You will soon bud, just give it a couple years!"


"Dad, it's so slimy and sticky! And there are white globs!"


"Yep, that's what sperm is little man. You can taste it too if you
want."


"Really?"


"Yeah, go for it. Your mom loved it."


"I want to be like Mom!" he said. He then bent over and licked a good
sized glob off my stomach. He turned to me and gave me a funny face.


"What do you think?" I laughed.


"It's not terrible. It gives me a funny tingly feeling at the back of
my throat."


"Yeah, your mom used to say the same thing. The flavor can take some
getting used to.


"I want to get used to it. I want to be like Mom!"


"Well, we can certainly work on that bud. Will you run and get me a rag
to clean up with, please?"


Dillon hopped up and ran out the doorway to fetch a rag. I watched his
cute bubble but bounce as he ran off. He quickly returned and began
wiping me up without me even asking.


"Come here bud, let's take a nap." Dillon climbed back into bed with
me and wrapped himself around me. His soft, smooth hairless body was warm
on my side. I could feel his little prick getting hard again. I smiled to
myself. This felt so nice. I wanted this to last forever. I fell asleep
feeling full of love and contentment.