Date: Sun, 17 Apr 2022 17:52:45 +0000 (UTC)
From: "ozzalone65@aol.com" <ozzalone65@aol.com>
Subject: The Last Man on Earth? (18)

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 18)


... With the hopes that someone was out there. The hopes that I may
actually see people again I persevered. It was all I had left to go on.
That tiny glimmer of hope to be around people again. But how long would
it be though? We had only been down there two years. How long would I
have to wait to get passed the radiation. 15, 20 years. I was already
going crazy with just 2. I didn't think I would survive too much more.
Heck I wasn't even sure I had enough supplies for 15 years. My dad
stocked this place up well, but 15 years was a long time.
I tried to get that government connection again. Calling them to see if
they had news on when it would be okay to leave. But they were pretty
quiet. Only coming online once every few weeks (if that sometimes). But I
was speaking to who seemed to have an idea of length of stay. Her name
was Barbara. She was in California. She was in one of the other top
secret sites that had been made. She had said that her site was emptier
than they had expected.
"Many could not make it there in time" she stated
"So we have just a fraction or the people here than we expected"

But she said that from here conversation with the governor there that the
US had prepared for this contingency of the strike. Not just these
bunkers to house survivors. But there was a project called 'Clean Slate'
they had created dozens of buildings around the country that had what she
called air processors. They were to clean up the air around the country.
The machines should have kicked in once the radiation levels hit a
certain number. And she said it could be just a few years time before the
air was clean and safe.
But that more rural areas would take longer as there was not enough sites
to take the load. When I told here where I was she said that it would be
a while longer. I huffed in disgust, but thanked her.
Then a few weeks later I heard some noises comping from the tunnel. I
headed to the door and then opened it again. I peered into the darkness.
A lantern my only light. But I saw nothing.
I surmised it was one of them, Tony or his father, but I decided not to
bother. I figured they were just visiting the tomb of his mom. It had
been a while now since her passing after all. Had it been a year already?
I did not know. My head could not think of what day it was as they all
seemed to muddle together. I closed the door again and went back to my
lonely bunker.

"Hope they are well" my only words

It was dinner time when I hear a pounding at the tunnel door. Someone was
there. After all this time someone decided to visit me. I did not think
much of it and almost just ignored it. But I really couldn't. It was to y
or his dad coming by to acknowledge me after all this time. Remembering I
existed.
I opened the door and there stood Tony. He looked drawn and a mess. It
appeared he had not shaved in a long time. His beard long and scraggled.
His eyes were bloodshot and he look like 'shit'.

"Hey man" I said as I looked at him
"You look like Hell"
"Everything alright?"

He stared up at me and then Tony burst in to tears. I figured maybe it
was the anniversary of his mom's death, and he was just needing some
comfort. But then he hit me with what I did not expect.

"Dad is dead" he just said

He pulled himself to me for me to embrace him. So I did. I held him right
against me as he just sobbed. His gasps if his anguish filling my ears.

"Your dad is dead?" I asked
"What. What happened?"

He just cried. Cried as I held him right there in the doorway. Not
letting go, even if he smelled of his despair. It was obvious he had not
bathed in a few days. So I wondered when his father had died.
I pulled him inside and lead him to the living room. Sitting him down on
the sofa. I then offered him up some water.
There was this handsome man that I had fallen for. This man that we were
someone stuck down here underground in these bunkers our fathers had
made. And in the few years we had been down he had lost both his mother
and now his father. Both probably within a years time.
It made me concerned for our own safety down there. Was radiation leaking
in. Slowly killing us as we slept. Taking the weakest ones first. I
surmised I would be next as I was in less good a shape than tiny had
been.

"Well maybe not" my mind pondered
"Tony really looks like shit."
"Maybe he was next"

All these thought bounced around in my skull. Maybe their side had the
leak. And I was more spared because of the closed doors. But it would
soon enough reach me. And then I would go.
But as I continued to speculate they why's and how's I finally asked him
what happened to his father. Only to find it was not radiation death. At
least after to what mentioned it appeared not to be.

"He just could not live without her" Tony then said.
"He pretty much stopped eating"

I surmised his father sitting there in that bunker. Knowing his dead
wife's body was just a tunnel and chamber away. And they had been so in
love. I could not doubt the pain he felt inside.

"Then I found him two days ago" He said.
"He killed himself"
"Did it as I slept."
"What!?, How?" I unfortunately asked.

Then Tony said how the man did himself in. Overdosing on medication to
end his endless pain. Tony again began to blubber. I pulled him back into
my arms and held him some more. Rocking back and forth on the sofa with
him. Just letting him know that he still had me there with him.
His quivered in my arms from his tears. Knowing that it was now just us
two. For as long as it took to get through this, it was just us now. And
here in our tunnels and entombed existence as it was. Several years in
now, I really was not sure if we would indeed survive ot not. But at
least we're had each other.
I pulled him into me, caressing his head as he stayed in my arms crying.
Just insuring him that we would go in. That we would somehow get out if
this Hell.

"Come. Let me get you into bed." I said to him
"You look like you have not slept"

He nodded and I took his hand. Getting him up and walked him over to my
room. That one that would have been my parents room. The full sized bed
bug enough for two, but never getting used as such.
I got Tony to lay down and then covered him up. Telling him to try and
get some sleep. He needed it. He nodded and just lay there for a few
moments. I sat in the edge of the bed, stroking his hand to calm him
more. And then in minutes he did indeed fall asleep. Snoozing off in a
much needed nap. I reached over and caress his handsome yet scraggly
unshaven face. I cared ever so much for him. I just hoped we would have
some time left together before death took one and then finally the other.
Not knowing if those outside would find us before then.
I got up and then went to the other room to hear the short wave again.
Then to get on the line to see if there was any more news on escaping
these bunkers in the near future.

"Please, please, please" I said as I listened in.
"Need so freaking good news"

But per the one on the line that I would here. There was little change so
far. The readings they were getting from our side suggested the radiation
levels were still deadly. So I sat back and sighed in disgust.

"We brought this shit in ourselves" i said
"Just fucking doomed ourselves into annihilation."
"Humans are such a waste"

And as I sat there taking a drink of the scotch I had poured for myself I
kind of dosed off myself. Just listening to the buzz of the radio in it's
near silence.

"So fucking screwed" I huffed as sleep came...

To be continued