Date: Thu, 2 Jan 2020 18:22:31 +0000 (UTC)
From: ozzalone65@aol.com
Subject: The Last Man on Earth? (5)

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 5)
As the Bombs Came Down...

... The memory of the coach, and Jake and others at school I had had
encounters with in my horny youth was good. But now here these man years
later I wondered where they were.
I had collected up all the stuff at my parents farm. Sold much of it and
just gave some to good will. But little did I know that it would be all
for naught.

"Still gotta figure what to do with this place" I repeated to myself
"Really can't keep it. "

And I had made appointments with realtors again. Trying to see if I could
sell the old place. Flying back and forth multiple times over the last
few months of whatever was left of us.

And then it happened. The END...


  I was in the midst of a possible sell on the old farm. Was at on my way
back to the airport, getting ready to fly back hime as there may be a
deal on the farm.
But as I sat there in the rental car there was a news alert that came up
on the radio. And it was a frightening one. It even alerted on my phone
as well. So I knew it was serious

"Missiles have launched!" It declared

Then a woman came on the air.  She then explained how the enemy has has
launched hundreds of missiles at us. My face fell as I heard her words.

"The president has also sent the order to dire back" was her next
comment.
"Get to your homes and bomb shelters" she said

I slammed on the brakes. Stopped and got out if the car. Far in the
distance I saw them. Our missiles launching. The tiny white line as they
rose up into the sky. It was over. The buttons had been pressed and
humanity was done for.
I jumped back into the car. Turned around and headed back to my parents
farm. I was only 10 miles or so from it. So I raced back there. I knew my
dad had a bomb shelter behind the house. And I new it would be stocked.
I grabbed a bunch of things from the house. Items I just wanted with me
and crawled down into the bomb shelter. Down, down, down into it.
Latching the big door tightly. Then turning on the generator to get
things started up.

"Fuck" I huffed as I realized I was down there alone
"What about everyone else?"

I considered going back up and seeing if some of the neighbors where
needing shelter. But that's when the ground shook. It was a distant
rumble that seemed to move across the land. Also it was far. I could tell
it was far.
Out here in the middle of nowhere. The nearest big city well over 70
miles away. It was where I was headed for my flight back. But even that
city was small by big city standards. A small 6 gate terminal that had
maybe 20 flights a day.
I was sure they received part of the blast. So they would have damage.

"How badly would this area get hit?" I pondered.

The rumble continued. Then there was the echoing sounds of what seemed a
freight train passing above me. Very loud and booming. Then the sounds of
pops and snaps and things hitting the outer door of the shelter.
Thankfully my dad had made this place ready for such an incident. For
everything held tightly to the assault outside.
I heard the air filtration unit kick on. A thrilling whir filled the
tunnel from the entrance to the large underground space I was in.

"Fuck. Fuck !" I chirped
"Sounds like Hell outside"
"Looks like we fucking did it after all"
"Ended everything with a boom!"

I sat there in the chair near the small table of the place. I grabbed my
phone and looked at it. It said "no service" I figured there was two
reasons why I got this message. Firstly I was at least 35 feet or more
down in this hole in the ground. And second. I am sure the blast knocked
out, or should I say obliterated phone towers.
I grabbed the transistor radio and turned it on. Then listened for any
possible broadcasts. Anything. Buy all there was was static.

"Okay...?" I huffed
"There has got to be someone out there"

I turned the knob. Up and down the channels for signs of someone else out
there. But again, nothing but static.
 I sighed deeply. Hopi g that someone else was out there. But getting
scared of the silence on the air. Then I thought, was I out if range if
any signals. Or was it too soon after.

"People must be reeling from this disaster." I thought
"I hope I hear something soon"

For now I switched it off. I then decided to reorganize the supplies in
the place. I knew that my dad had always kept this place stocked well.
There was a large back room full from near floor to ceiling with cans and
boxes and such. Snacks, food, chips and drinks to last many years. And
there was enough for 3 as dad always made sure. Figuring I would come ba
k when the bombs were coming down.
And guess what, here I was. Not the same circumstance as my father would
like. But as the bombs did come down and my parents were gone. I kind of
had little choice. I needed to survive if I could. Even if I was to be
alone for the duration.

"Lets see what pop has down here" I said as I entered the supply room. I
clocked on the light and looked around in it. There before me was a
sizeable room. About 20 by 15 and 10 or 11 rows of supplies that were
stacked up to the ceiling that was near 8 feet high.

"Wow dad!" I chimed
"Always prepared"
"Have been ready for this day for app long"

I then felt emotional as I thought of him, and my mother. Then I bent
down against the door way. And I started to cry.
The world had collapsed upon itself as humanity through down the final
gauntlet of its destructive power. And for those like myself. Trapped in
a hole deep underground, alone. Yes I was alive still. Yes I could
probably be okay and stay well down here with all these great supplies.
But, alone. I pondered that word. Alone. No one here with me. No one to
talk to. And definitely no one to be close to. And it had been a few
years now since I had a relationship.

"Should I have...?" I started to say

For the briefest moment I pondered my last, horrible relationship. He was
a total asshole. And I had regretted ever meeting up with him and even
staying in that coupling with him for the 2 years we had been together.

 "Should i have stuck it out" I now pondered
"At least there would be someone here with me."
"Nah. He was a total prick"
"Narcissist fuck!"

But I still pondered where he was at this moment. Sid he survive. Or was
he gone. Lost to the bomb falling down into the big cities.

Edwin was his name.....


More to come