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 22)
... Tony. And I only stayed up a few minutes after climbing out of the hole we had been living in for so many years now. Only long enough to look around at the ruin mankind had left in it's wake. Trees stripped of leaves and probably life, leveled buildings that used to me home, and just a hazy and ugly sky. There was no blue in it anymore. I actually worried that there may be no oxygen at all up there. We held one another for a bit. Then decided to go back down. Unsure of our safety at that moment. Crawling back down into the ground, down the dark stairs and to the base camp that we lived in now for I knew not how many years anymore. Closing the steel doors up again behind us. We stepped back into one of the chambers. His as it was closer. Then we closed that door too. Just as a precaution. We undressed from the hasmat suits and then sat there in the couch. Scared.
"Do you think we are okay?" I asked stupidly "Well if you mean if we have been exposed to radiation" he came back "I don't think so." "At least nothing dangerous" "But the sky.."
We looked at one anothers face. Yes there was concern of the sky. Was there oxygen out there. What kind of irreparable damage had we caused to the environment. We went into his kitchen and grabbed the radio they had. Turning it on and flipping through the airwaves to try and catch the channel we had heard earlier. Moving slowly through it to listen for the connection. Quiet air, static, quiet air, static. This continued for a few moments that seemed like hours. bit then we found it again. And the man's voice was again repeating the announcement. Saying it was okay to carefully go out. To check the surroundings and check the levels of we could. Then the announcement ended. Only to start again.
"Is this a recording?" I asked out. "Sounds like it" Tony chimed "Fuck!"
Then we worried about going outside. I grabbed one of the counters and turned it back on. There was a random click here and there. But it was mostly quiet. And the needle barely moved from the zero setting. I wanted it over him and then myself to be sure. Still quiet.
"How old is this recording?" I then asked "Wait, wait!" He chimed "Shh. There is a date"
The recording looped around again and it mentioned a date. It was November. But it was over 12 years after we first crawled down into the ground for safety. I looked at Tony, overwhelmed by the number. Had it been that long. Really?
"12 years! 12 fucking years in this place!" He crowed "We have been down here so long"
I know I had stopped counting the days after I believe 5 years. But really was not sure anymore. Then I could not remember how long it was when his father passed, or when his mother passed. I soon felt nauseous and wanted to just lie down. I got up and he clicked off the radio. Then he lead me to his room. Laying me down on the bed. Then he moved in behind me. Holding me as I cried out much needed tears. The hours passed and I must have fallen asleep. For when I woke up tiny was not there. He had left me there to sleep. I turned and called out to him. But he did not answer.
"Tony" I called out again "Tony. Are you there?"
I got up. I needed to find out where he was. Moving through the chamber to find he was not in my shelter. So I headed over to where his was. Even though we barely were there any more. But I figured that was where he was. So I passed through the supply room. Looking through the shelves. There was surprisingly still some things in them. And I figured we had supplies for maybe another year (if needed). But if it was indeed safe to go outside, then we would soon be out of there. I opened the door that lead to the tunnel. Then headed into it. Still calling out his name several times. Seeing that door was closed to. So I unlatched it and pulled it opened.
"Tony?" I called again as I went inside. "Tony. Where are you babe?"
Again. I answer. So I soon wondered where he had gone. Had he gone up to the surface again. Alone. I went back through the tunnel and to where we had left the suits we used to go up. Yes one was missing. He had gone up top again. But why? I quit ckly suited up and headed upstairs again. Doing as before. Closing doors behind me as I headed up the staircase to the opening up top. I pushed the door opened and then stepped out. Into the daylight. The sky was getting a reddish hue to it. And the sun was travelling down into the horizon. I could see it through the haze that still hung over everything. I looked around to see which way he may have gone. It still had no idea.
"Where are you Tony?" I said to myself.
A great fear crossing my mind. Wondering if he had come up and taken his suit off or something. The air was still an unknown. I tried to call out, but found it hard to do so in this suit. It only echoed in the helmet. Giving me a head ache. So the worry grew as I still had no idea where he could have gone. And the sky was starting to get darker. The sun was setting.
"Where the hell are you?" I said to myself
That was when I looked over at his family's house, the half fallen remains of it. That was when I saw a light over there. A light that grew more as the sky got darker. Was that Tony over there. I started to run towards it. Moving the distance pretty quickly. Calling out to Tony, even though I knew he could not hear me. I reached the house. And as I know looked at it, it did not appear as destroyed as it had looked from a distance. The sky was dimming more and I went to the opened door frame of the front door. Then I called out to Tony again. He heard me and answered. Saying he was in the bedroom. I followed his voice and found him in his old room. The ceiling was opened to the outside from a tree limb that had crashed through the ceiling. He looked at me and half smiled. It was a sad smile though. One of the loss that had fallen upon us because of man's stupidity. I came over and hugged him again. Out helmets clacking against one another. Then I grabbed his helmet and looked at him through the acrylic glass.
"We need to go" I said "It's getting dark" "And it's starting to get cold"
He looked at me and then repeated my last comment. Saying that he did feel it getting colder. Considerably much so.
"You are right" he said
So we headed back. I looked down at the temperature gauge on the side of the suit. It had suddenly dropped almost twenty degrees in just a little while. And was quickly getting colder and colder. By the time we reached the door to the shelters I looked to see that the temperature had dropped to below freezing .
"Fuck it's 20 degrees out here" I chirped "Fuck" he agreed "Let's move"
We opened the door and headed back down the stairs. Closing the door behind us. Then heading down into the ground again. To the safety we were familiar with. We closed up and then headed into mine again. We ate some sandwiches and some soup to get some sustenance into us. Then sat around drinking for a bit. It was then I asked him why he went up to the surface.
"I just needed to see my house again" he said "See where I had lived, where mom and dad had lived" "It's so rough babe" "My heart hurts cuz it so fucking rough"
I pulled him into me and hugged him again. Stroking his head and saying I got it. That I understood. Then we headed off to bed and just slept. A long deep slumber wrapped in each other's arms...
To be continued