Date: Tue, 3 Sep 2019 10:55:21 +0000 (UTC)
From: ozzalone65@aol.com
Subject: The Last Man on Earth?

This is a different kind of story for me. I am usually into 'beastie
porn'. but anything with horse like dick is hot.

This is a tale based off a character that I have had in a few stories.
Tony.
This incredible stud I have now been hooking up with several times is my
complete obscession now. I want him all to myself. Even if his is married
with children.
So this is a new story about the fucking delicious stud.

He is still supposedly straight. But willing to play. And here is hopes
to more hooks up with my 'nutsy' stud.
Enjoy this story.....

The Last Man on Earth?
(Chapter 1)
coming Home Again...

  It finally happened. We finally did it. The human race finally pushed
the buttons to extinction. It's all a fuzzy haze now. How it started and
the hours that rolled by after. Faster than a life could imagine going.
But somehow, I survived. Somehow I made it through.
I did have an advantage though. I was here when the bombs hit. Out here
in the middle of nowhere. Miles and miles away from the next human soul.

"Only I could be so unlucky" I had said to myself

Let's just get the 'out here in nowhere land' thing out if the way
first.
My parents had moved away from civilization many years back now. My
father believed the world was coming to an end. And boy was he right.
Only he had it the idea to move out here 20 years early. He built this
farm on some land he purchased some years before. It was well over 1200
acres of nothing. But he planned on living out the rest of our lives
there.
And in my youth I was here. I helped him build this place. But as I got
older, I had to get out. Because I needed human contact. And the nearest
town. And I use that term loosely was 20 miles away. And it was maybe 15
blocks across. The whole town. And the nearest 'big city' of any kind was
over a hundred.

"I cant stay here dad" I had said when I was 17.
"I need to have a city life"
"Not this Podunk nowheresville."

My mother was sad and cried. My father understood, even though he didn't
want me to go. He kept telling me that it was safer here.
"If the bombs fall.." He had said
"We have the fall out shelter"

Ahh yes. The fall out shelter. I hole in the ground that it took him
several years to finish. But he did. I never saw it as he seemingly
finished it after I had left. But it was completely self contained.
Multiple generators and storage to keep us safe for many many years.

"Come back when the alerts start" my mother said.

I promised her I would. Even though I knew that if the bombs were coming
down. I would never get there in time. For I had moved to the 'Big' city.
I had moved to Dallas. A huge city that was many hundreds of miles away.
Being a gay man. I needed to live somewhere where there were other gay
men. And my tinyntown of 'Nothingville' as I called it was already pretty
backwards progressively. Dallas was much much better.
"Wow. The big city" I had said to myself when I first arrived.

Dallas was huge for me. I had initially moved to Des Moines wilhich was
the biggest city near where I was from. Got a job and an apartment. Met
aome guys and dated.
Then the offer from Dallas had me in a plane so fast. Because Des Moines
still wasn't enough for my needs to grow.

"I will take it" I said when the offer came.
"Have been dying to move somewhere greater"

So I packed up my things and moved to Dallas. And I had been there in
Dallas until the year before the bombs hit.
My life and career were pretty good. Save for love and relationships. I
never stayed with many guys. I don't know if it was just life, or me. But
most didn't last more than a few years.
But that's something else I will get back to. For now, I just wanted tell
you how I came to be in the right place at the right time. As the bombs
fell.

"Whatt!" I cried when I got the call.
"Where? How?"
"Fuck. I will be up there in a few days."

I recieved the call from the lady at the general store on the tiny town
nearest my parents house. Marina was her name. She was a nice woman that
own the general store there. She was my mothers best friend. And her and
her husband used to play cards with my parents all the time. There farm
was 8 miles from my parents.
Some if their closest neighbors as it were.

"I am sorry sweetie" she said
"I am sorry you had to hear this from me"

I fell back in my chair at work when I got the call. The call that my
parents had died. Marina said there was a plane crash. 'Small prop plane'
she said.
The she told me that they had said to her that the land was to be mine.
The farm meant little to me at that moment. My parents were gone. It was
the worst possible thing. I really loved them, even if they liked to live
off the grid as it were.

"Okay. I will be there" I said to her
"Thank you Marina"

I had to take off work. Immediately. For I had to get there tomorrow. The
funeral was on Friday. Marina was making all the arrangements. Of which I
appreciated. For I knew I could not handle it.

"I need to take bereavement" I told my boss

She was not happy. But she got it. It's not like she could keep me from
going otherwise. The next morning I was on a plane back to nowhere ville.
I was meet by Marina at the airport and she drove me back to my parents
farm.
I stepped into the bouse I had not been in for years. It had not changed
much. A gew newer items of furniture, an updated kitchen. At least a few
years now. But other than that it was pretty much the same. I was left to
look around by myself. Narina went back to her place

"I will pick you up on Friday morning for the Funeral" she said
She had also mentioned a will reading I had to get to the following week.
So I was going to be there for a bit. I thanked her for everything. And
then she went home. I knew of I needed to get to town or something, my
dads truck was outside.
But for now. I just walked around the house looking at memeories if my
youth. Tears fell as I realized the reality of the death I was now having
to live with. The 2 deaths of my parents.

"At least they went together" I said softly......

More to Come