Two Girls, a Naked Guy and the End of the World Chapters 1-3

Hey again everybody, I'm glad to say that my publishing spree continues as I finally got around to publishing the story I have been calling my post apocalyptic CFNM novel, about a guy who survives a global pandemic that kills everyone on the planet but leaves him allergic to clothing, and then two voyeuristic young women end up coming across him. If you like stories about the postapocalypse and embarrassing nudity this is the perfect combination for you!
Now that I have this done I think I only have one collection of stories that I have yet to read and edit and publish under this particular pseudonym, but once again it's like my first collection of naked tales as it's about 250,000 words, so it's a truly massive collection and I am also already well into my third one. But I'm glad to see that my first collection of naked tales seems to be my new bestseller as my book sales have been up since I published it, so I thank all of you who have bought it and spread the word about it, and I hope you will do likewise with this novel as well. I don't know how long it's going to take me to get around to publishing that second collection of naked stories but will probably take a while because once again it's like a quarter of 1 million words, so it's a pretty massive collection, but you getting plenty of bang for your buck I think.
In the meantime enjoy this preview of the first 3 chapters of Two Girls, a Naked Guy and the End of the World!
Two Girls, a Naked Guy and the End of the World Paperback – August 7, 2023
by Arthur H Pemmington (Author)
Ben was living alone in a cabin in the middle of nowhere when a global pandemic devastated the world and as far as he knew ended up wiping out the entire human race. Ben contracted the virus but it did not kill him except now it has left him with an unusual allergy to clothing forcing him to go naked in contrary to his natural shyness. However as he is convinced that he is most likely the last man on earth it doesn't bother him as much.
Then one day two female voyeurs who also managed to survive the apocalypse happened to come across him naked at his cabin and insist on moving in and trying to restart human civilization. Will Ben and his two new female companions be able to restart civilization with women in charge, and will he be able to overcome his shyness and inhibition being naked around the opposite sex while they get to stay dressed in order to do so, and in the process will he also come to like it? Read this apocalyptic CFNM novel and find out!
Print length
115 pages
Language
English
Publication date
August 7, 2023
Dimensions
6 x 0.26 x 9 inches
ISBN-13
979-8856373096
Product details
    ASIN ‏ : ‎ B0CDZ2QG42
    Publisher ‏ : ‎ Independently published (August 7, 2023)
    Language ‏ : ‎ English
    Paperback ‏ : ‎ 115 pages
    ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 979-8856373096
    Item Weight ‏ : ‎ 8.2 ounces
    Dimensions ‏ : ‎ 6 x 0.26 x 9 inches
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CDZ2QG42

Two Girls, a Naked Guy and the End of the World
1
Ben never thought that he would be one of the only people, possibly the only man to survive the end of the world, yet that was exactly what seemed to have happened. When the pandemic started and everybody started getting sick, being a bit phobic about germs himself, he immediately decided to try and isolate himself from as many people as possible. He had always been an anxious nervous individual. Occasionally when he was younger he developed hives simply from stress. In fact that wasn't the only thing that gave him hives, any type of social situation sometimes made him break out, especially if he was talking to a woman that he found attractive, or any woman for that matter.
    So as soon as everybody started dropping dead from the pandemic, he bought as many supplies as possible and decided that he wasn't going to leave his house until this whole catastrophe was over.
    Ben continued to try and listen to what was going on in the world through social media so that he knew when it would be safe to come out, but eventually the Internet went down and he lost all communication with the outside world.
    Eventually he knew that he would have to come out and survey the damage and scavenge for supplies. He didn't know exactly what to expect, but as soon as he walked into one of the cities that was closest to his cabin in the woods he could tell just from the smell alone that he wasn't going to be going in that city.
    "They say you never forget the smell of rotting human flesh after you have smelled it, and I can definitely say unfortunately now I know that is true," Ben said as he walked away from the city.
    He didn't know how he was going to survive in the long term. He was just a young man and a nerd at that. He wasn't street-smart and he didn't know exactly how to live on his own. When his parents came down with the virus and suddenly dropped dead while away from home he knew that he was all alone. As soon as he realized that his closest living relatives had died he decided that it was best to stay put.
    Partially it was probably because he was shocked at the fact that everybody he knew and cared about had died. His parents were going away just for one weekend, and then the pandemic went out of control and all flights were canceled, and then he got reports that they were violently ill and that they had died.
    He tried to contact other members of his family but they were likewise unable to be reached, and after a couple of days things were so chaotic and society basically ground to a halt altogether.
    The worst thing about it is that Ben had no idea how or why it happened. Suddenly everyone just started getting sick and around the same time and then dropping dead by the millions and possibly the billions. Maybe people in other countries had managed to survive but he would never know about that. Now his world became infinitely smaller, just a small little cabin alone in the woods, a weekend retreat where his parents would go.
    The weekend when everything went down they had let him stay at the cabin by himself saying that they would be back in a short time and that was the last he ever heard from them. His regular house was in the city, and all he had to do was take one smell of the city to realize that he wasn't going to go into a graveyard full of rotting corpses. Even if he wasn't a phobic about germs, which he was, he figured that anyone would try to avoid that.
    Although Ben did not seem to get sick and die like everybody else in the world, after a couple of days he noticed that he seemed to be having an outbreak of hives, or at least that's what he thought at first.
    He had some rash cream that he applied to the itchy sores all over his body, but no matter how much rash cream he put on it he couldn't make the rash go away. Finally the rash was so irritating he ended up taking off all of his clothing and just soaking in the tub in some Epson salt hoping that that would perhaps calm the itching.
    Ben found that after were not wearing clothing for a while the itching subsided. Unfortunately every time he put his clothing back on the rash began to return, and not just the rash, but he would sometimes get feverish from the rash.
    "Maybe I am allergic to the fabric," Ben said as he tried to wash his clothing in the river right near the cabin. But no matter how well he washed all of his clothing every different form of clothing that he tried to put on seemed to cause him to break out in the rash that was driving him crazy and making him ill.
    As much as he hated the idea he couldn't deny the obvious. Whatever was giving him the rash it seemed to be his clothing that was the irritating agent. Ben had to admit it felt weird to be naked, even if he was just alone in his own home. He was one of those people who was sort of uptight about his body and about nakedness in general. Even in the locker room shower he would always wear swimming trunks because he didn't want anyone to see him naked.
    In fact a lot of people commented on how uptight he was. Not only did he always keep his clothing on but you would practically need the Jaws of life to pry him out of his clothing. Even wearing something like a speedo or swimming trunks or going around with no shirt on was enough to make him feel self-conscious.
    As a result of that Ben tended to avoid a lot of social situations where people were dressed anything less than formally. Always a shy person, he didn't really like showing very much skin or showing much of himself to the world. He figured that one of the reasons why he couldn't get a girlfriend was that he was a little bit too uptight.
    It went beyond that, although Ben had a well-developed sex drive, the thought of actually getting undressed in front of a woman like that filled him with terror. He felt like if a woman saw him naked he would probably end up fainting just from the shock of it.
    Once the water stopped flowing Ben realized that the only way he was going to be able to stay clean was bathing in the nearby lake. However the thought of going into the lake like that activated his phobia of germs. Although the lake was crystal-clear he couldn't help but think of all the different types of germs that could be living inside of the water. He thought of all the disgusting creatures that were going around in the water, and then there was the fact that fish actually peed in the water.
    Of course he knew that he always drank water and that that water was filtered, but he figured that his only source of water was now the lake. He had been boiling all of the water that he had been drinking from the lake because he didn't want to risk getting sick from all of the germs that he felt were likely inside of the water.
    However he knew he couldn't go without bathing forever. In fact the fact that he had not bathed since this whole entire thing had occurred, other than that one Epson salt bath, was beginning to make him feel really unclean. He was one of those people who usually bathed two or three times a day and scrubbed himself from head to toe. So the fact that he was now feeling filthy was making him feel even more uncomfortable in his own skin.
    "I guess I have no choice, I will have to go bath in the lake," Ben said as he looked out the back window at the lake that was not that far away. He cringed at the idea of swimming in an unfiltered body of water like that. He didn't even like going to the public swimming pool or even private swimming pools because he knew that they were filled with germs and that people tended to go to the bathroom in them.
    Slowly and carefully Ben started going towards his back door but then he hesitated.
    "I can't go outside, I'm completely naked!" Ben said as his feelings of self-consciousness began to take over. He reached for the back door but then he slapped his hand away. "No, there's no way I can set foot outside completely stark naked like this!"
    Ben started pacing back and forth trying to think what to do. He realized that he was being irrational, as he would have to go outside eventually to get more water, there was no changing that. If he didn't get more water he would surely become dehydrated and die in a short amount of time, just like everybody else on the face of the planet, at least as far as he knew.
    "Wait a minute, as far as I know I am the last man on earth!" Ben said as he laughed. But then he thought of that last part, which gave him pause. "As far as I know."
    But because he was just such an anxious nervous person in general, he also had a hyperactive mind of a science nerd. It always considered all of the possibilities, particularly all of the possibilities of what could go wrong, and all of the potentially humiliating situations he could get into.
    As far as Ben knew humanity was alone in the universe, but on the other hand he felt certain that there were aliens out there. The chances that he would encounter those aliens were basically nothing, but again he always had to consider the possibility, the possibility that there could be aliens, the possibility that there could be aliens and that those aliens would be unfriendly.
    More absurdly, he thought at the moment, if aliens had been the ones responsible for killing everybody with the virus and he was one of the lone survivors, he wouldn't want to be humanity's ambassador to another world greeting the aliens buck naked.
    "Would aliens even wear clothing?" Ben said as he continued pacing back and forth. He realized that now he was getting ridiculous. Here he was worrying that he might go outside and he might encounter aliens and embarrass himself because he wasn't well-dressed for first contact. For all he knew the aliens could be nudists, but then he thought that any civilized race would probably be like him, uptight about their bodies with a natural modesty and prudishness that comes with living in a civilization.
    He shook his head and began gritting his teeth. He knew that he had to go outside or he would die. Was the possibility of going outside naked where he was unlikely to encounter anyone within hundreds of miles, even anywhere in the world perhaps; was that possibility worse than death?
    Slowly and reluctantly Ben opened the back door and stood there naked in the doorway. Very slowly he set foot 1 foot at a time onto the deck. He had to admit it felt good to feel the warm summer sun on his skin, and there was sort of a nice breeze that made it such that it was not too hot.
    He looked out on all of nature and felt that this really was a pretty nice summer home, and he couldn't believe that he didn't spend more time outside. Then he started to become paranoid again. Outside were lots of bugs and creatures and dangers.
    Suddenly he felt extremely vulnerable being outside, and naked on top of everything else. He turned to go back into the house but then he grabbed his hand and slapped it away.
    "No, you have to develop a thicker skin if you want to survive in this world," Ben said as he shook his head. "For all you know this is the apocalypse and only those who are willing to brave the unknown are worthy to survive the apocalypse."
    Ben slowly walked off of the deck and on to the dirt of the floor. He didn't like the idea of walking on the floor without wearing shoes. He was worried that he would step on something sharp and end up injuring himself. He realized then how ill-suited he was to surviving out in the wilderness. He really liked civilization and all of its inhibitions and comforts.
    Once again very slowly he started walking towards the lake, carefully watching where he stepped so that he wouldn't step on anything that would hurt him. He was afraid that he would step on a bee or a sharp rock or even a pointy stick, and he certainly wouldn't want to end up cutting his feet and getting an infection and dying of that. That would be a truly pathetic way to die. He survived a global pandemic only to die of an infection because he was walking around barefoot in the woods behind his family's summer cabin.
    Eventually, after what was probably too long for any type of normal person, he had made his way to the lake. He looked around in all directions and didn't see anyone coming. He figured that his natural inhibitions and shyness made that instinctive. Even though he was probably the only person left alive in the world, again as far as he knew, even the slim possibility that someone else might be watching him gave him goosebumps, that and the breeze.
    "Well here goes nothing, or everything," Ben said as he slowly dipped his toes into the lake. He sort of flicked the water with his toes and then started walking until he was ankle-deep. "Okay this isn't so bad, it's a little bit chilly, but it's also really hot out, and I haven't had the air-conditioning for several days, so it will be refreshing."
    Ben continued walking until he was now knee-deep in the water and he began shivering as he rubbed himself with his arms. But he knew that he had to continue walking, so he continued going further out as the water continued to rise until it was up to his waist, at which point he was really freezing.
    He then continued walking until it was up to his shoulders but he figured that that was as far as he was going to go. Although he knew how to swim he didn't want to swim out too far because he didn't know what type of creepy critters could be out in the lake.
    He started to become paranoid again. He remembered reading about some type of creature in South America that crawled into your urethra and laid eggs in there. He reminded himself that he wasn't in South America but that didn't do anything to make him stop feeling paranoid. As he felt something swim past his body he almost jumped. The fact that he couldn't see what was all around him was making him really nervous.
    "But what if there's some type of an electric eel that comes by and stings me on the Dick," Ben said realizing that now he was getting really paranoid.
    He decided he would start swimming back until the water was closer to his waist rather than his shoulders. He started splashing the water on his body, and he had to admit that he was feeling a lot better. The itching that he had been experiencing was soothed by the cold water, and he was glad to get all of that sweat off of his body. And it was nice to have finally cooled off after all of those long suffocating days inside the house.
    Suddenly he began to relax more and started swimming back and forth doing a couple of laps. Eventually he even let his head go underwater. He was enjoying himself so much that he even forgot about the possibility that he was swimming in a cesspool of human germs and filth. He was actually enjoying himself, and it seemed like hours began to pass by.
    Finally he got out of the lake and shook himself off. He actually felt pretty good, and he didn't even feel that self-conscious about the fact that he was naked outside. As he saw a bird fly by he couldn't help but think that maybe the bird was looking at him, but then he thought that he really was being absurd now, animals didn't care if people were naked, only people cared about those things.
    "Hey everybody, I'm naked outdoors!" Ben shouted and listened for a response. When he didn't get one he smiled. Maybe it would be nice being all by himself. If he was all by himself he didn't have to worry about feeling self-conscious around other people.
    He didn't know what he was going to do in the long term, but as he went back into his house, grabbed a towel and dried himself off, he was feeling more optimistic than he had in a while.
    "Baby steps," Ben said as he lay down naked on his bed and quickly fell asleep.

2
Ben decided to experiment with something. Over the last couple of days since he started bathing in the lake his skin was feeling a lot better, so he decided that maybe he could try wearing some clothing again. But he tried on numerous outfits and every time he did that the itching began to return, and he ripped his clothing off as he began scratching himself in a mad panic.
    He sat down with a feeling of resignation as he looked at all of his clothing. The prospect that he would never be able to wear any of it again was extremely frightening. Although he was getting a little bit more used to the feeling of being naked, he could never get rid of that feeling of vulnerability that it brought with it. Every time he looked at himself in the mirror he instinctively covered himself up. He was self-conscious even about his own reflection.
    Once again he realized how irrational this was on a mental level, but on an emotional level he couldn't get over that feeling of exposure to the world. Even if he was all alone out there in the middle of nowhere, just the fact that he had no clothing, no armor to shield him from the world outside, made him feel like he was practically a walking target.
    "What I do if I actually did encounter other people?" he thought aloud to himself as he ate breakfast one morning. It had now been over two weeks since the world had apparently ended and he hadn't seen any signs of civilization. He would try to use his ham radio to get into contact with people, but no such luck. He realized he was in the middle of nowhere though, so the chances of him finding any people that he could talk to were probably pretty slim.
    Over time he had to admit that he was starting to feel extremely lonely. He was never very social, which was partially not his choice. The fact that he was really shy and uptight was a big part of it, but he felt that he probably turned most people away from him. The fact was he liked being by himself because there was no one there to judge him or to make comments on him or his body or any of his other nervous mannerisms.
    "It's not like you were invited to all the best parties or any parties at all," he told himself as he looked at himself naked in the mirror. He couldn't help but think that if he did actually see some of his classmates and they saw him right now he would be utterly humiliated. He couldn't believe that he seemed to have this new condition where all of his clothing seemed to make him break out in a rash.
    As he pondered that he thought that it seemed illogical that the fabric of his clothing made him so itchy all the time. It only started after the virus had killed everybody. That was then that he had sort of a really weird thought that he had not considered before.
    "Maybe I was infected with the virus but instead of it killing me it simply created an allergic reaction to clothing," Ben said. Once again he knew that explanation didn't make that much sense to him. What type of virus existed that goes around killing virtually everyone but the few who survived develop this newly formed allergy to all forms of fabric?
    At the same time though he didn't think it could possibly be coincidence. The fact that he started developing the rashes and the fevers that accompanied them right after the pandemic killed everyone else in the world certainly couldn't just be a coincidence of timing.
    That caused him to have another thought that might have been him trying to reassure himself. "Maybe if other people survive they are also now allergic to clothing!"
    That was when he started picturing all of these different situations of survivors of the apocalypse meeting and realizing that they couldn't wear any clothing. He didn't know how civilization could function without clothing. He figured it was a necessity for people to be able to interact without constantly obsessing over the fact that other people were naked.
    At the same time though at least if everybody was naked then maybe he wouldn't have to feel so inhibited. If everyone was naked that would just be the norm and people would have to get used to it.
    Ben shook his head. "I could never get used to that."
    It was true even if everyone else in the world was also rendered naked he would still feel self-conscious about his own lack of clothing. Once again he realized it was absurd logically speaking, but on an emotional level you can't control the way you feel.
    Even if everyone else was naked he would feel even more awkward than ever before. How could he interact with people without sort of laughing? How could he talk to a woman who is completely naked without getting an erection and embarrassing himself further?
    He tried his best not to let these paranoid thoughts enter his brain. He realized he was probably going a little bit stir crazy over the fact that he had spent all this time alone. He had always been a solitary nerd, but not having seen any other human beings whatsoever he felt that maybe he was beginning to crack. In fact right now he would have done practically anything to see another human being, dressed, naked or otherwise, just to know that he was not alone in the world.
    Once again though he couldn't picture meeting someone while completely naked, and how do you even start a conversation that way, so you survived the apocalypse, why are we both naked?
    He would just have to content himself with the fact that he would probably never have these questions answered, and that maybe that was for the best. If he had to be naked maybe it was better than he had to spend the rest of his life in solitude. Although he didn't think he could survive on his own in the long run. And what would he do when the winter came?
    Ultimately he decided that maybe if he went for a swim it would take his mind off of all these troubling thoughts. So once again he walked naked onto the deck and slowly started walking towards the lake before diving in and splashing around in the water. He had to admit he was starting to feel a lot better about being naked outside. The fact that he knew there was no possibility of anybody seeing him relaxed his anxieties and allowed him to just enjoy being out there in the vastness of nature.
    The truth is he was always a big environmentalist and was against pollution and all those other things that were destroying the earth. He considered that rather ironic seeing as he was mostly a person who spent all of his time indoors. He wondered how many people who were die hard environmentalists but who never wanted to spend any time out in nature itself.
    To some degree he could understand why. Nature was still somewhat threatening by the fact that it was unknown. When you are out there on your own you never knew what you were going to encounter, and the fact that he was naked and exposed and vulnerable didn't make it any easier.
    "What do I have to be afraid of, there aren't any deadly animals that are just going to attack me if I leave them alone," he said as he did a backstroke. "I'm certainly not going to encounter any people. I am completely and utterly alone!" he shouted causing his voice to echo.
    "Did you hear that?" Erica said as she turned to her friend Stacy.
    "Hear what?" Stacy asked.
    "I thought that I heard the voice of what sounded like a boy," Erica said shaking her head.
    Stacy laughed. "You always have boys on the brain."
    "I think we should investigate. If there is even the smallest possibility that there is someone out here who survive that will prove that we are not the only ones left in the world, and if it's a boy –"
    Stacy once again burst out laughing. "You know they say guys only think about sex every five seconds but I think that you might think about it more often than that."
    "Well I am a tomboy, so maybe I am a bit more like a guy in regards to my sex drive," Erica said. "Besides there is nothing wrong with a woman enjoying sex, we shouldn't have some double standard where it's okay for women to feel ashamed about their bodies and their sexualities but not men."
    "I know it's on your mind though, you're hoping that will find some guy so that you can repopulate the world," Stacy said. "You're probably dreaming girl."
    Erica shook her head. "No, I am positive that I heard something. We have to check it out, and it is not just because I want to repopulate humanity, we have an obligation to find other survivors. Aren't you the least bit curious if there is anyone else in the world out there?"
    Stacy nodded. "I guess we can check it out, but we should be really cautious, if there is someone out there who survived they could be some type of brutal macho warrior asshole type, like mad Max or something like that. We have to realize that anyone we encounter could be potentially dangerous, so we should approach everyone with caution and not make contact until we are sure that it is safe."
    Erica nodded again. "I agree, who knows what type of violent sickos are out there who are just reveling in the fact that now that the apocalypse has occurred they can do whatever they want without restraint."
    "It's cold out here!" Ben said as he rubbed his naked body and shivered. "But I have to admit it does feel good that I can just walk around naked outside without having to worry that anyone's going to see me."
    "Holy shit Erica," Stacy said as she looked at Ben doing naked stretches through binoculars.
    "What is it, do you see something?" Erica said as she walked over.
    "You're not going to believe this but I have just seen a guy, and not just any guy, but a completely buck naked guy, a real hard-core wilderness type."
    "It's so drafty out here," Ben whined as he tried hard to get warm. "I hope I don't end up freezing to death after everything that I have been through."
    "What, did you say a naked guy?" Erica said. "You're not shitting me are you, you're shitting me aren't you?"
    Stacy shook her head. "No, I'm totally not shitting you, I swear on my life."
    "Completely naked?"
    Stacy smiled. "As naked as a jaybird, wearing nothing but his birthday suit, just the way God made him, unabashed and unashamed, completely buck naked with not a stitch of clothing on him! And he's pretty hot too!"
    "Let me see dammit!" Erica said as she grabbed the binoculars and started staring until she too could see Ben standing there naked with everything out on display and smiling.
    "Erica you're drooling," Stacy said.
    "I make no apologies for being a sexually liberated young woman who right now is enjoying a voyeur's eye view of an attractive naked guy in the middle of the forest."
    "Do you think he might mind?"
    Erica shook her head. "You know frankly I don't care, if you get naked outdoors like that for the entire world to see you can't complain about people taking a peek!"
    "Well just make sure to blink."
    "You are right, he is hot though, I could watch this all day. The fact that he doesn't even know that we are watching him makes it even more exciting. Now I'm getting kind of horny and turned on by all of this!"
    "So what are we going to do about it, are we going to just go approach him? It doesn't look like he has any weapons. If he is walking around naked outdoors he is exposed and vulnerable and that means it's probably safe."
    Erica shook her head. "No, we still have to be cautious, just because he seems to be naked and harmless doesn't mean that he is. For all we know he could be some type of psycho warrior like mad Max like we were saying just a moment ago. Obviously if he managed to survive when everyone else didn't, then he is probably one of those tough rugged survivalist types living in the middle of nowhere waiting for just such an event to happen."
    "So what are we going to do for now?"
    "What I say is that we observe him secretly until we know more about him, collect intel."
    "So basically you want to spy on him and watch him naked without him knowing? Because that's how you get your rocks off, seeing a guy when you know he can't see you back."
    Erica took down the binoculars and smiled. "Like I said, I make no apologies for being sexually liberated and having a strong sex drive. If we were running around naked and guys had binoculars and saw us you bet they would be having a good time with it. Although I won't lie, I am an unapologetic female voyeur. I always found it funny that the guys in the locker room shower never even realized that the hole in the wall works both ways. I don't think any girl saw more Dick in high school than I did!"
    Stacy shook her head. "Erica you truly are a pervert, an even bigger pervert than most guys. But who knows what type of pervert this crazy nudist might be?"
    Ben suddenly stopped moving and listened off in the distance. He could have sworn that he heard something, he didn't know exactly what it was, but it almost sounded like a woman's voice.
    "Ben you must be hearing things," he said to himself as he shook his head but he couldn't help but get the distinct feeling that he was being watched.
    As Ben slowly walked backwards towards his cabin he was feeling that uncomfortable feeling of self-consciousness that he couldn't explain. He didn't know exactly what was causing it but he knew that he wanted to get inside again as soon as possible.
    Little did he know that not that far away was a woman with a big smile on her face and binoculars up to her eyes.
    "Oh yeah, this is gonna be fun," Erica said as she licked her lips and smiled. "Mama just hit the jackpot!"

3
Ben couldn't shake that feeling that he had been watched the other day. He didn't know how he knew it, but on some level he felt that somebody had seen him naked in the forest. He tried to tell himself that it was just his paranoia acting up again. He knew the odds of finding anyone out there were pretty slim, even before the pandemic came and wiped out most of the human race, as far as he knew. He was in a pretty remote area, so even if there were few people left on the earth his chances of encountering them were probably equally slim.
    Still as he sat there in his bed at night all he could think about was the fact that maybe somebody had seen him naked. The thought that somebody had seen him naked started to make him shiver, although he thought that maybe it was the fact that he was sitting on top of his bed naked and he didn't want to bundle himself up to tightly, because that seemed to make him itchy and feverish as well.
    Although a blanket didn't seem to necessarily activate his allergies, any type of fabric that he had pressed against his skin tightly for long enough would start to result in a rash. Wearing it directly against his skin like that seemed to be what was causing him to act up. But he knew he couldn't go around just with a blanket draped around him, as that would be just as equally absurd, and if he had it tied onto his skin and pressed up against him he knew that that would make his allergy act up.
    He began to try to be optimistic and think that maybe it was just a temporary thing or the result of nervousness. Maybe if he relaxed or took it easy for a while the allergy would go away, like some type of temporary infection. He wished that he knew a doctor or something who could examine him and figure out what was wrong, but he figured that any doctors were more than likely to have died in the pandemic, being the people at the highest risk of exposure to the infected.
    Still he couldn't shake the feeling that somebody was around. He was one of those people who could always tell when somebody was staring at him. Maybe it was partially a reflection of his paranoia, but whenever he got that creepy feeling he would look around and he would find somebody staring at him and wonder why they were staring at him.
    Of course if anyone was staring at him the other day he figured that there was a perfectly logical reason why they would be staring at him, if the world had just about collapsed and then you found some guy running around naked in the woods you would have a lot of questions that you would want answered.
    He went to the window and began pacing. As he looked out the window he didn't see any signs of people, but he was still feeling paranoid that somebody was trying to peek at him.
    "No, it's just your paranoia acting up," he said to himself. "You are just getting stir crazy and you are starting to imagine people are around. Next you're going to be cutting yourself and painting a face on a volleyball in blood and talking to it and calling it Wilson. You have to snap out of it, you are completely alone out here and nobody is going to see you naked, and eventually one day this whole thing will blow over and I will be able to wear clothing again, hopefully before the winter time."
    Ben found himself falling asleep and having an unusual dream where he was naked with a bunch of beautiful women but he woke up from the dream terrified. Normally such a dream like that would be exciting, but then he saw all of the women get dressed at the end and something about that terrified him.
    Nonetheless he found himself unusually horny and had to masturbate before going back to sleep. He felt dirty after doing that and knew that he would have to go for another swim in the lake when he woke up.

    Meanwhile, not far away, in a tent in the woods.
    "So you think we're just going to sit here and you're going to just keep spying on the naked guy?" Stacy asked.
    Erica smiled. "Well let's hope he is naked again. We might have just been lucky and caught him at an off moment, an opportunistic peek. On the other hand maybe he is some type of exhibitionist."
    "You'd probably love that wouldn't you?"
    Erica laughed. "Actually no, although I like looking at guys naked I prefer to be a voyeur. Something about the fact that they probably wouldn't want to be seen naked makes it more exciting to see them naked, if that makes any sense. In fact the ideal person I would like to see naked is someone who was really uncomfortable about it, someone who was blushing and trying to cover up, and I was in that really great position of power because they were all vulnerable and exposed like that."
    "Damn girl you are kinky!" Stacy said.
    "Come on, are you telling me that you don't have any kinks or anything like that?"
    "Well I'm not asexual, if that is what you are asking, but I guess I am more conventional. Something about spying on that guy seems like, I don't know, it just seems kind of like a weird thing to do."
    "You're telling me you didn't enjoy looking at him?"
    Stacy smiled. "Okay you've got me there; I did quite enjoy getting an eyeful of him. It's not like we exactly have a whole lot of opportunities to see naked guys these days."
    "Hey he might very well be the last man on earth, so we might have to share him when we are repopulating humanity."
    "How do you know he would even want to repopulate humanity with you? I mean he was running around naked in the forest, maybe he's completely crazy."
    "Well crazy or not you gotta take what you can get, and he does have a pretty nice ass, so we kind of lucked out with this one. If he's the last man on earth we certainly could have done worse."
    "Well I'm ready to get to sleep for the night; I guess we have a busy day of spying voyeuristically on some guy who doesn't know the two women are using him as their own personal porno show and as wank material."
    Erica smiled as she got into the tent and snuggled up in her sleeping bag. It didn't take her long to find her hand going into her pants and masturbating to thoughts of the guy that she had seen earlier in the day. She started wondering all about him and what type of guy he was. She was hoping that he wasn't some type of macho asshole, but she had to admit that if he survived the apocalypse there was a good chance that he was. But again she would work with what she was given, as beggars can't be choosers.

    The next morning Ben woke up fairly early to realize that he was spouting a rather severe case of morning wood.
    "Well this would be awkward if I weren't the last man on earth," he said as he realized he had to pee pretty badly. He didn't want to use the toilet as he was realizing that with no water he could no longer flush, so now he would have to go to the bathroom outdoors like an animal. He had been going in a bucket and emptying it out each day and it was making him feel like an animal. As a person who didn't even like using public toilets the fact that he was now going to the bathroom outdoors was another thing that he felt self-conscious about, even though he didn't see any people out there.
    Ben slowly went to the back door and found himself looking in both directions before walking outside. Holding his cock in his hand he slowly walked over to behind the house but found himself unable to go to the bathroom.
    "Dammit, I'm in the middle of nowhere and yet my pee shyness still comes into play!" Ben said as he stood there looking at his erection that wouldn't go away.
    "Oh my God girl you have to see this, you would not believe it," Stacy said as she was looking through the binoculars.
    "What is it?" Erica said as she ran over with a smile and reached for the binoculars. "Don't tell me he is naked again!"
    "Oh he's naked, and it's more than just that!" Stacy said as she let Erica take the binoculars from her.
    "Oh my God he is standing there with a huge erection!" Erica said. "He is a kinky sex freak. I have to say seeing a guy like that is really hot."
    "You have a thing for erections as well?"
    "I think I like the fact that most guys are pretty embarrassed when they get one like that, and right now he doesn't even know that I am watching him!"
    "Are you just going to stand there watching him all day long?"
    "Hey it's just like birdwatching, and I think that I have just found a Woody Woodpecker!"
    "Woody!" Stacy said as she laughed. "I guess it is like birdwatching, naked jaybird watching."
    "Holy crap he's taking a pee!"
    "Gross girl, you actually want to see that?"
    "Once again it's the intimacy thing, the fact is most guys would never pee in front of a woman like that and the fact that I can watch that is really hot. The fact that he is doing some type of intimate act that he probably wouldn't want me to see but I am seeing it nonetheless, well that gets me really hot!"
    "Are you sure we shouldn't just go over there and maybe talk to him?"
    "You want us to just go over to him while he is standing there naked with an erection attempting to pee? What would we even say in a situation like that, hi how are you, nice erection, are you ever going to stop peeing?!"
    "Well I bet that that would surely embarrass him, which seems to be what you like to do."
    "Oh my God don't even tempt me right now," Erica said as she pressed her eyes tightly against the binoculars. "Well at any rate he finished peeing and you missed a real good show."
    "Well maybe you will really hit the jackpot and he will take a dump next!"
    "Stacy!" Erica said as she laughed before looking back in the binoculars. "But hey, maybe he will!"
    "Girl you are gross."
    "Well it looks like he's going back in the house now, but I guess we will just have to wait and see. You will have to come out again at some point."
    "Did you ever once again consider the possibility that he might be some type of macho survivalist lunatic who is going to come and kill us if he finds out that we are spying on him?"
    Erica shook her head. "You have to stop being so paranoid. We are being cautious and observing him but I haven't seen any signs that he is in any way violent. Eccentric maybe, as not many guys seem to walk around outside naked all the time, but something about him doesn't strike me as an exhibitionist."
    "But why do you say that?"
    "Just the way he behaves. When he is outside and naked like that he seems like, I don't know, it's just like I can pick up on the fact that he doesn't seem comfortable with it. Like he feels what he is doing is unnatural."
    "You can tell that just from watching him naked a couple of times and peeing?"
    "Look, I've observed a lot of people naked over the years, and you can tell just from the way a person carries themselves. The way he is out there he seems like he is looking around like he doesn't expect to be seen naked. He doesn't seem confident or comfortable being naked."
    "But then why is he naked?"
    Erica shrugged her shoulders. "Well that I have no idea, maybe he ran out of clean clothing or something." Erica continued looking through the binoculars when she saw him come out again and he looked like he was walking towards the lake.
    "What's happening now?" Stacy asked.
    "I think he's going to go skinny dipping in the lake, I want to get a better look at that," she said as she licked her lips and smiled.
    "But I thought we were being really cautious and not getting too close to him and all of that?"
    "Well not close enough that he notices us, but close enough that I can see all the action!"
    Erica and Stacy started walking towards his cabin, and Erica made the binoculars zoom in so that she could see him in the water shivering and splashing himself. In fact she saw him specifically cupping water in his hand and seemingly washing his junk with it which caused her to laugh.
    "What is so funny now?" Stacy asked.
    "You know I am thinking more and more he is not this rugged outdoorsman. Right now it looks like he's trying to wash his junk in the lake, and he is shivering and rubbing himself. I feel like he probably is new to skinny dipping. In fact I would say that before all of this went down he probably never went skinny dipping a day in his life before."
    "Maybe we should just go say hello to him. At least as far as we can tell he is unarmed at the moment, so if we caught him off of guard we would find him in a vulnerable moment."
    "It would be tempting to just come up on him while completely naked like that and shock him, but then he might not want to get naked again if we startled him like that, and I would hate to ruin this opportunity continue watching him without him knowing."
    "But it still feels like it's not quite right what we are doing. The next thing we know we will be breaking into his house and trying to look at him in his sleep."
    "That's it; we can go inside of his house!"
    "Erica no, what if he catches us?"
    "I'll just be really quick, mostly because I don't want to miss out on watching him swimming naked again!" Erica handed her the binoculars. "You stand guard and if he starts coming this way let me know and I will come running right out."
    Stacy wanted to stop her but she knew that when Erica wanted to do something there was pretty much no telling her no, so she took the binoculars and started watching him. She wasn't a voyeur the way Erica was but she had to admit that it was kind of fun and a bit titillating to watch a guy swimming naked in the lake without him knowing. And she did think that he was rather attractive, not in sort of a muscleman way, because he was a little bit scrawny, but in that sort of shy awkward nerd kind of way.
    Erica got quickly into the house and started looking around. She didn't see any signs of weapons or anything like that, which she felt was reassuring. This guy appeared to be unarmed, so he was most likely a peaceful individual the way she thought he was. In fact he looked like he had kind of a soft attitude, like he wouldn't hurt a fly.
    She looked in the refrigerator and didn't see all that many supplies, and then started looking around the house and finding it looked pretty sparsely decorated and empty. It wasn't the house of a hardened survivalist by any means, so she was figuring that he probably just happened to be out there when everything went to hell.
    She knew she should be getting out of there as soon as possible, but she was tempted to look in his bedroom and started looking under his bed where she found some type of Playboy magazine.
    "Well at least he's not asexual," Erica said with a smile as she put the magazine down.
    She then shifted her attention to the fact that there seemed to be piles of clothes on the floor, so he didn't seem to be a very neat individual at the moment. In fact it looked like he had gone through all of his clothing and only had so many pairs. She then saw a pair of boxer shorts laying on the floor. She picked them up and smelled them.
    "I never quite understood guys with a panty fetish, but there's something about taking an intimate garment like this from him that is getting me all hot and bothered," Erica said as she once again rubbed the fabric on her face. She then took the boxer shorts with their little hearts on them and put them under her T-shirt and started making her way towards the exit.
    "So is he still skinny dipping?" Erica said with a smile as she took the binoculars back and continued watching him splashing around in the lake.
    "Hey what do you have under your shirt," Stacy said as she pulled out his boxer shorts from under Erica's shirt before dropping them on the floor. "Eww gross, you stole his boxer shorts?"
    "Guilty as charged," Erica said with a laugh as she continued looking through the binoculars.
    "I think that you should put them back."
    "But why on earth would I put them back?"
    "He might notice that they are missing and we were trying not to let him know we were here."
    "I'm sure that he wouldn't think that someone was spying on him or breaking into his house just because some boxer shorts go missing. He would probably just think that he misplaced them."
    "I really think that you should put them back."
    "Fine, okay I will put the boxer shorts back," Erica said before she saw him coming out of the lake and walking this way. "Wait a minute, no time; it looks like he's coming back."
    "We had better get out of here," Stacy said as they began scrambling and running with Erica still holding the boxer shorts in her hands.
    The two of them bolted rather quickly, and that was when Ben came back to the cabin, and he noticed that the door seemed to be ajar. He was pretty sure that he closed it when he left but he thought that he was just being paranoid again, as the wind could have easily blown it open.
    He grabbed his towel and began drying himself off before he walked into the house. When he walked into the living room he noticed something that he was positive wasn't there before.
    "Is that a muddy footprint?" he said as he looked carefully at the floor. For a moment he thought that maybe he was the one who had brought the dirt into the house, but he actually made sure that he wiped off his feet before he walked into the house, as he was always meticulously clean.
    Ben shook his head as he closed the door and made sure to lock it tightly before looking out the windows in every direction but seeing nothing. He tried to assure himself that he was just being paranoid now, and that he was probably forgetting things, but in the back of his head he felt really unsettled about something.
    That was when he went into his room and he thought that something was missing, although he couldn't say exactly what.
    Eventually he slumped down on his bed and once again shook his head. "Ben you are probably just being paranoid again, but as the saying goes just because you're paranoid doesn't mean that they aren't out to get you!"

    "What a rush," Erica said as she and Stacy ran back to their campsite, with her still triumphantly holding the boxer shorts in her hand and waving them around like a flag of victory.
    "Girl have you completely lost your mind?!" Stacy shouted. "We almost got caught! That guy could have been crazy and could have killed us, skinned us alive or something like that, all just so you could steal his underwear!"
    "I know, that's what made it a rush," Erica said as she rubbed the boxer shorts on her face. "The thrill of possibly getting caught is what makes the whole thing exciting."
    "Okay girl I try not to judge you for your sexual proclivities or anything like that, but what just happened is seriously messed up right now. I want you to promise me you're not going to try to sneak into his house again like that or steal anything else from him. Can you promise me that? I don't want to get killed by some type of crazy psycho in the woods just because you had to steal his freaking boxer shorts!"
    Erica nodded. "Don't worry I won't do it again, I got my trophy though." She once again held up the boxer shorts with two hands and smiled. "But for what it's worth I scoped out his house and I didn't see any signs of weapons. I really feel pretty confident now that he is not some type of rugged survivalist type."
    "And what kind of type of person do you think he is?"
    Erica smiled as she held the boxer shorts at her side and cackled evilly. "The exact type of guy that I have always been looking for!"