He’d spent the entire afternoon pursuing roadkill. Sure, there were healthier things for a nineteen-year-old to be doing, such as working or dating, but he wasn’t an ordinary man. He had just one desire in life, and that was corpses.
This is not to assume that Simon wasn’t a sexually active male, he got more than most his age; he just had unusual tastes. He was a necrosexual, and he loved to have sex with roadkill.
The first time was the best. He was only thirteen years old and had a head full of confused thoughts. He loved gory movies and had a strong sex drive… but he realized early on that his sexual attraction wasn’t to anything alive. He was turned on by the dead.
He fantasized every night. He masturbated while thinking of cold flesh deprived of oxygen, the skin in various states of decomposition. Men, women, or even animals… it didn’t matter to him. The only requirement that would satisfy his morbid fetish was that the subject was a cadaver. He’d never murder anybody. He was so scared of people that he’d never even had sex with a human. His lovers were those killed on the side of the road. To him, Highway 44 was an orgy of dead meat.
His first sexual experience was with a dog. He saw the maggot infested hunk of meat baking in the sun. The pungent odor aroused him, and he felt like his erection would break off in his pants at any moment. He looked at the decaying animal and eagerly unzipped his jeans. From that point on, it became an addiction.
Of course, no one knew of this. Necrosexuals are not ones who live out loud. He lived with his mother and father in the good old suburban town of Seekonk, yet the community had no idea how sick this man really was.
But he didn’t see himself as mentally ill, did he? Who was he really harming? Necrophilia is essentially a victimless crime, and it’s not like he desecrated loved ones. No, he only took those which were tossed away like trash. He satisfied his strange sexual urges by recycling the dead animals he encountered.
He’dd been hunting all afternoon, but route 44 was vacant. He took his explorations all around town and still came up empty. A neighbor’s dog got his attention, and he thought how easy it would be to kill it. He could crush its head with a rock, but no, that would be sick. He had standards.
It was behind a grocery store on Route 6 where he caught a scent. It stunk of death, and his nostrils picked up the stink like a bloodhound. As he got closer to the pungent odor, his erection grew. He wondered what he’d find. Upon opening the dumpster, he was stunned, to put it mildly.
There, sitting on a pile of rotting vegetables and expired beef, it sat. Tossed away and left to be taken away to the local dumping grounds. What he found was the severed head of a blond woman.
He almost collapsed to the ground and even ejaculated in his underwear. The woman’s face had been frozen in the final moments before her death. Twisted up and afraid. Her cloudy colored eyes were open, staring blankly at him, begging to be fucked. With a shaking hand, he scooped it up and stuffed it into his backpack.
He’d take her home. This would be a special night. Tonight, he’d have a human. He’d finally have his first sexual experience with his own specie.
Twice on the way home, he had to stop and masturbate in the woods. He was overcome with excitement. It took all his will to not pull the head out and make love to it in the secrecy of the woods. No, this was to be a special day. He felt something new…was it love?
When he got home, he ran to his bedroom and tossed the backpack onto the bed. He closed the door and hit play on his iPod. The loud death metal filled the bedroom as he quickly undressed. He pulled his lover from the backpack and placed it onto the center of the bed.
She looked up at him. He named her Lauren. What a lovely name for such a beautiful woman. He bent down and placed his warm lips on her cold ones and slipped his tongue inside.
He felt something enter his mouth. He was a little crazy, but not crazy enough to believe this severed head was sending her tongue his way. When he pulled back, he felt it still in his mouth. He spit out a cockroach. This was it; he was so turned on right now that the romance was over. He gripped the head in his hands and jammed his erect penis into the open mouth.
With each violent thrust he felt closer to God. He felt a sensation no dog or squirrel or even goose had ever given him. As he came in the back of that head, he felt bliss that couldn’t be matched.
When he was done, he watched his semen drip out from under the severed neck. This turned him on again, and this time he decided to try something else, something he had learned from fucking a dead deer. He took his penis and jammed it into the eye socket. The squishing sound as the eyeball liquefied around his dick caused him to last no more than a couple seconds. He had sex with the head six more times before he was done.
He lay there on his bed with the head on his chest. He looked at it and felt something in his heart. A flutter. He felt what all those high school boys and girls felt, love.
He loved Lauren. He never wanted to leave her…except he knew that their time together was short. This was the problem with necrophilia. She would decay, like all the others, and she would leave him. He couldn’t handle this thought. He needed to do something.
The stink was bad, worse than any animal. When his parents came home, they would smell it for sure. He knew he needed to do something, and that’s when the idea hit him. He could put Lauren into a pot and boil her until there was nothing more than a skull. The smell would be gone, and he could keep Lauren forever.
He imagined staying up late and watching Texas Chainsaw Massacre with Lauren, kissing her skeletal lips as he masturbated onto her cranium. His parents wouldn’t be home for hours. If he started now, he could pull it off.
He got dressed and ran to the kitchen with the head. He grabbed a pan and filled it with water. When the water was boiling, he took the head and looked at her in her one remaining eye. He smiled.
“I love you, Lauren. We’re going to be together forever now.” He then tossed the head inside the pot. While it boiled he decided to kill time by watching one of his favorite movies, Halloween.
When the task was done later that night he would sleep with Lauren in his arms, feeling loved.