Date: Mon, 9 Sep 2019 23:16:52 +0000 (UTC)
From: ozzalone65@aol.com
Subject: The Last Man on Earth? (2)

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 2)
Memories Recalled....

.... I couldn't believe my parents were gone. You know that the
inebitable would come for everyone one day. But they were still in good
shape. This farm kept them busy and healthy.
But now they were gone. I went up to their bedroom first. I figures that
I had to get that out if the way first. And its good that I did. I sat on
their bed an looked around their room.

"Its all the same" I said
"The one room that has not changed one bit"

I saw a few picture s on the dresser. Grabbed one of all if us when I was
12. It was a fishing trip. Oh how I used to love fishing. I realized I
hadn't done so in years. And then the tears fell. Gallons it seemed. I
crawled on their bed and wept into the pillow.

When I recovered from my weeping I knew I had to start clearing their
things out. My plan was to sell the farm and then go back to the city.
But as I rummaged through their things, I found it harder and harder to
say goodbye to things. I kept looking around at things that brought back
memories.
Then I found the picture album my mother kept. Alot of old pictures of
me. Me in my youth. In school and with old friends I hadn't seen since I
was a teenager.

"Wow. Look at that" I said of one picture.
"I was such an athlete back then"

I laughed as I didn't really do much sports later on. Once my working
years started i lost all interest in what I wanted to be a s a kid. I
wanted to be a baseball player as a kid. Two reasons why. I was pretty
damned good at baseball. And two, I always thought baseball players were
ever so hot. Beefy hunky guys in theor baseball uniforms were so sexy to
my young gay self.
I was on the team in junior high and part of high school.

"Coach Johnson" i then said
"Thats coach Johnson"

There was a picture of the hot coach I had in high school. I was standing
there with the tall hunky coach holding my MVP award.
I remembered coach Johnson as I sat there looking at the images. He was
so hot. Tall, masculine and great in bed.

"Ahh Craig Johnson" I said to myself
"My first real man"
"I wonder if he is still around?"

Yes, I had sex with the coach in high school. I was not out in high
school. But had a few times when I hooked up with a few guys there. Jocks
like me. Football and wrestlers. And coach Johnson.
Seeing his image brought up the memory of the times he and I hooked up...


..It was right at the time of my MVP award. It was the big game. The one
to give me my popularity. At least for a while.
The game ended and I was in the locker room. Several if the other players
were already getting dressed. The coach came in and congratulated us in
the win. Then he came over to me and placed his big hand on my shoulder.

"I am proud of you" he said
"All that work this season to prove yourself"
"It paid off man"

I felt him squeeze my shoulder tighter. A hard strong squeeze. I looked
back at him as he stood there. His striking looks were almost swarthy.
Dark cropped hair and strong mucular body trapped in his polo and
shorts.
"We should talk" he told me after.

After all the hoopla of my award and finishing showering. I met the coach
in his office after the big game. My father was there for it. But I told
him I would go home later. He was so proud of me too. Then I went to the
coach's office.

"Whats up coach?" I said to the man
"Come in boy." He said
"Sit"

I figured he was gonna give me another great pep talk about how well I
did. And to say to keep it going. I knew how competitive he was.
But as I sat there in the chair. The coach came around the big wooden
desk he had. I looked at the hot older man as he stood there. His shirt
clinging to his strong chest.

"I wanted to bring you here to talk" he then said

Once again I presumed a pep talk. But then he grabbed another chair and
pulled it in front of him. It was only a few feet from me. Then he lifted
a muscular, hairy thigh and placed a foot on the chair. He then leaned in
forward. His eyes glared down at me. But there was s atrange look in
them.

"I spoke to Jake Parker" he said
"And I wanted to talk about something he told me"
"Something I saw.."

I looked up at the man that was my coach. He was talking about Jake. Jake
was the schools premier heavy weight wrestler. Jake was built like a jack
truck. Big, thick, blonde amd hunky. He was one of my first crushes in
school. And onr of the first guys I had sex with.
As the coach started to talk about Jake I looked at his arms. His rugged
face and then down to hia shorts. I could now see a lump where his dick
was. His bent leg up pulled the shorts tightly over his covered dick. And
I could not help but stare at it.

"Jake told me what happened with you" the coach then said to me.

I looked up at him in shock. Because I knew what he was talking about. A
few days ago Jake and I fucked in the locker room after last class. He
fucked me in the shower as everyome else had left.

"Huh. What?" I tried to say. Playing the unaware

But I was caught. Coach Johnson knew........

More to cum with Coach Johnson