Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2022 11:49:36 +0000 (UTC)
From: "ozzalone65@aol.com" <ozzalone65@aol.com>
Subject: The Last Man on Earth? (17)

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 obsession 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 17)

... For some time Tony and I had fun together. His parents always asleep
when it happened. I mean we did not want to wake them and disturb their
sleep with cries of sexual satisfaction and pleasure. So always at night
for something intense. Otherwise a quick blow job if mid day inventory
was part of the days chores.
I know they knew what we (Tony and I were doing alone) they are old, not
stupid. I was sure one of my cries during sex echoed out through the
tunnels. But if they did, his parents made no mention of anything.

"Good to see.you well this morning" I would get from father

And a hug from mother. So I felt that I was accepted by them into their
fold. So we were okay for a while. All was okay down here in the bunkers
we lived in. We were safe and I had  guessed we had enough supplies.
Inventory suggested this.
But then Tony's mother became ill at 10 months in. Very ill. And
unfortunately with no doctors anywhere about were left to fend for
ourselves. She died by years end. And then there were just the three of
us. Tony, his father and myself.
And his mothers death made Tony quickly distant from me. He seemed to
stay over with his father and rarely came over. A dread and mourning
passed over their bunker. And I ended up staying alone for weeks on end.
The last tine I really spent woth them was the burial.
See my father and Tony's made sure that there was a place to bury someone
should they die down here. As the possibility that these bunkers were
just not protection enough from radiation, or what have you. There was a
chamber just passed the tunnel door. One on each side that lead to a
small tomb of sorts. One for my family and one for tony's a small place
to bury bodies of the dead with a small seating area for mourning and
reflection.
This was where his mother went. And Tony and his father spent much of
that time after in there. And save for my being there to help in the
burial, I had less and less visits woth them even there after.

"Now is not a good time" Tony would say

And after many of those push offs I decided that I would leave Tony and
his father alone. We weren't family after all. Even if I loved Tony.
So for much of the next month or so I spent it in my bunker alone.
Playing solitary and eating meals alone. Listening to the dead air of the
short wave. Praying that someone was out there. But just getting the
shrill crackle of dead air.

"Had no one survived?" I wondered to myself.
"Surely many in the government has"
"Down in some super bunker in a mountain or something."

I worried that the dread of isolation was all I would have. With Tony and
his dad ignoring me I truly felt all alone.

"Shit" I am gonna go bat shit crazy down here alone"  I said to myself.

I mean I would see Tony or his father in passing. Or I would go and check
on them. But was always brushed off. Saying always that 'now was not a
good time'. I understood their pain. This I knew. My parents died before
I even got down there. So I got it. But I wished they wouldn't push me
away like that
Especially Tony. I thought he loved me. And he even had said it. But I
guess his love was secondary to this pain he and dad were feeling.
Some rime.passed and I just grew accustomed to the barren loneliness that
was now part of my life. And as the months passed I realized that Tony
and his father had indeed forgotten me. I walked down through the
tunnel.one day and found their door closed. Something that in all the
time we had been down there had never happened. Their door was always
opened. Always.
So this was the nail in the coffin as it were to their connection to me.
It was then I supposed they decided I was not family. That I was not to
be with them I til the end of whatever life we had left down there. And I
had resigned myself to that. They had discarded and forgotten me.

"Fuck! I am truly alone now" I said to myself
"Here at the end of days I am all alone"

Then one day as I tried again to see what was on the airwaves I heard a
broadcast. A voice out there, somewhere. Someone else was out there. And
as the man spoke I knew it was from some government made bunker.
Something about 'radio Gov  DC 255 .' I had no idea what that meant. But
it was probably where the important people were hiding away. The
president and whomever it may be. But that was okay. Someone was out
there. I was not completely alone anymore.

"We are sending this message out" it read
"Letting you know that we are still here"
"If you can respond". Please let us know on this frequency"
"Tell us where you are so we can find you"

The man continued to talk about 'the situation'. Telling everyone out
there that all would be well.

"We are monitoring the conditions outside." He continued
"Please stay in your bunkers until we send the okay"

I looked at the frequency. Marked it in my notepad and then grabbed the
two way. I cranked out up and then grabbed the phone receiver.
It was then that I heard someone respond to the man. They were in
Montana. Then another one. Santa Fe, and another and another. I smiled
almost gleefully that so many people were out there. Alive like me.
I then took my turn and spoke into the phone. Saying who I was and where
I was. The man in the other end acknowledged me and again told me to stay
down here where it was safe. Several others followed me. And all i in all
it was maybe 3 size responses to the original caller.

"Yes. Oh God yes!" I almost shouted
"They are out there. They are all out there"

I looked at the calendar and saw that it had been nearly two years now
since the dark day. Two tears to find that there were others alive out
there. I was not alone any more. I could hear and speak to there on the
phone. Knowing that there was after all this mess sone hope. A chance at
normalcy again.

And with that I began to cry...


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