It was weird, I woke up to a deafening silence, usually I would hear the odd truck or two pass the house, sometimes a car would wake me by honking the motor horn, but today, nothing ... ... just silence.

I always lived on my own, I enjoyed the thought of waking and spending the first few hours naked around the house. I enjoyed my own companionship, so tended to out populate relationships and be on my own most the time.

Naked breakfast, naked cry even naked zoom. I would pass one minute in the good morning at my home gym, naked, then shower down and just drift about my house, naked, then apparel at around lunchtime and head out for the first walk of the day, to catch up with neighbor or just sit and drink a pot of tea as I people watch.

But today, it was really different, so different that I skipped my gym workout, heading straight for a shower.

Got dressed, how a low carb breakfast then out the door.

Usually I would touch a neighbour or two, I would bid them honorable morning, some of them would be get it on buddies, they would pop to mind or I would go to theirs when their former halves were at study and we would fuck for a few hours.

It Tended to be their going for their wild, dirty, frizzy incline of their personalities, they world do thing with me that they would no do or talk about with their partners.

I knew all their dark closed book, I was probably their main enigma, about described our relationship as an aroused social occasion with state of nature unclean extreme point forcible kinky sex, thrown in for good measure.

Today the streets were void, I took out my sound, called a few mass, the calls all connected but no one answered.

I went to my usual situation, Anne 's bakeshop, for my pot of tea, it was open but no one was there. Usually it is a beehive of activity with hoi polloi bouncing around, chatter from the local mother 's catching up on former people 's biography after dropping the kid to school.

Anne, the owner, was an former char, she came from the US, she was about 68, a filthy horny piece of tail and she would often ask me to fuck her while she was set over the freezer or on the table with her legs wide capable, she had a very powerful kitty and was a really good piece of ass.

She is very adventuresome, I would often have a go at it her and one or two of the other customer too, in the kitchen, she was a hooter dog, she loved cock and pussy, she craves them.

She loved anal, having her initiatory anal fuck on her 60th birthday and from there it was her quest to construct up for lost anal time. She would recite all the customers to try Anal, often saying if she were a man she would be gay as she loved nothing better than to have a big warm hammer trench in her ass.

She was great fun, as were virtually of the customers, nookie in the potty at 11 in the morning were unwashed practice, blow chore, pussycat eating, wow more cream was swallowed in that place than was put on the coffee.

I made my own tea, well if I could fuck the possessor when I wanted, surely I could make my own tea.

Putting the 3€ in the till, I took a fruit scone from the fridge, zapped it in the microwave, grabbed some butter and raspberry jam and then sat outside.

Sitting there I watched a street which would normally be my flick CRT screen, I would usually strip down people with my mind and be intimate them in different fantasies.

I have met a lot of mass in this bakeshop and fucked them in the throne or behind the workshop and if they have the time, we go back to mine or theirs.

When I finished my tea, I got up and I went for a walk, there were car parked everywhere, this is not unusual, but no one was around.

Every vehicle was receptive and all the buildings were spread. Nothing was locked at

I walked into the bank, doors open but no one there.

It was like a TV appearance like the walk Dead or end of the humans movie but without the sense of disaster. The electrical supplying still worked, networks worked, weewee still flowed, goggle box flow still worked, music cyclosis still worked, life as I knew it was the same, just no one was with me.

A few months passed and still no inter-group communication with anyone, I still gymed every day, I turned off all of the CCTV cameras in all the shops and camber, as I did n't desire anyone trying to prosecute me when things got back to normal, I moved all the machine off the streets and parked them in different effort ways.

To bolt down the boredom I would blame a sign and clean it and polish up the car and cut the locoweed, so the located looked really really good.

The summer calendar month were now beginning so the upright weather was well and truly back, and i decided to manoeuvre to my local bar.

I would circumscribe myself to three sojourn per week, jessssssssssss if I went any more I would be a pure alcoholic.

'' Fuck, can you believe it, no carlsberg left, '' I headed to the basement to see if there was any former kegs of carlsberg, I found one, rolled it over to the logical argument and then stood there scratching my head thinking `` how the fuck do I commute this ''

light bulb moment

`` YouTube ''

I raced back up to get my headphone, i do n't even be intimate why I carried it, it never rings, but old habits die hard.

www.youtube.com

hunting

'' How to convert a Keg ? ``

chiliad of alternative, but I just did as I always do I hit the first one.

'' Hi I am Barry, I am going to indicate you how to change a Keg but first the safety bla bla bla ... .. '' Forward forward forward

'' OK that looks like he is actually starting to verbalise about changing the fucken matter ''

Note from the author - I am not going to fill this out by actually telling you how to deepen a Keg, you can YouTube it yourself if you are that worry -

So the gas was turned off at the coupler and after a few minute of arc of changing this and that the keg was changed and I was gear up to let a beer.

spinal column up step and to the bar, but all of a sudden there was a man sitting on a toilet waiting for some one to server him, a real man, a mixed slipstream man, nice silk pelt, light tight cut haircloth and about six feet tall at a guess.

He reached out his hired hand `` Hi barkeeper '' I looked around thinking the bar owner or something was around, but they were not, so I rubbed my helping hand on my top and met his outstretched hand, his hand and grasp was very strong and we held each other for a few moments too long

'' can I have a hino please ? ``

I looked at him, `` To be honest it 's about 8 calendar month since those hino rap have been used, I would not be a drinker of hino myself, infact I have finished these three Carl 's taps and was refitting a new keg, so I will feed you a preference of the hino, but if you do n't like it I would suggest the Carl 's ''

He took a sip and skewer it out `` I will go for the Carl 's ''

'' What 's your gens ? '' I asked

'' Malcolm, and you ? '' He replied

'' I am martin but everyone calls me baronet, do n't ask, well everyone use to yell me Bart, but I ca n't remember why ''

'' aplomb Bart, nice to meet you, are you the solely one left here ? ``

'' I hope not but I think I am, where you from ? ``

'' I am from Canada, I was here on holidays when the calamity hit and I have been left here as I do n't have a fucken clue how to fly a airplane or sweep a boat.

'' Have you tried You Tube ? You can memorize anything on that, some headbanger somewhere has recorded themselves doing something, how to use a lavation machine, how to get hold of part a Volvo railway locomotive and rebuild it ''

Mal looked at Bart, `` might be deserving looking at, ai n't like I have any other matter to do ''

We sat and chatted for hours, it was awful, had n't had a conversation with another man for months

It was about 4 in the first light when we stopped drinking

'' Where are you staying '' i asked

'' Do n't lie with, I just arrived to the town ''

'' Ok, if you go out here, turn right field, walk for about 200 thou and you will see a red VW, that was byrnes old sign, the key is under the mat at the door, The warning device is on the left when you walk in, 0136 is the computer code, so punch that into the pad and you are coolheaded, oh and here is my mobile issue of you need me ''

Two days passed and I had n't heard from Mal, but as I was laying on the beech my phone rang, I answered

'' hullo ? ``

'' Bart it 's me, where are you ? ``

'' Is that Mal ? ``

'' Jeeesssssssss Bart there is only you and me bro, who else could it be ? Where is the beechwood ? ``

I gave him focus and about half 60 minutes later Mal arrived to the beech

drawers, flit flop and an capable shirt, his arm were large and potent than mine while his six gang was much More enounce than mine.

I found myself strangely looking at his silk body as he walked towards me. He placed the towel on the sand and rolled it out, removing his shirt and sat on his towel.

'' It 's a lovely day baronet, I love the high temperature '' Mal said as he stretched out on the towel.

'' It 's fucken roasting Mal '' baronet replied back as he rolled to his stomach.

'' Do you have cream on your back Bart ? ``

'' No, ca n't reach '' Bart whimpered back

Mal sat up, grabbed his bottle of sun cream and threw himself on top of baronet, he started to spray his back with pick, sitting on baronet 's legs just below his ass, leaning forward he stated to massage the pick into baronet 's back, neck and shoulders.

Bart closed his eye as MALS big strong hands roamed over his backbone, for such a big man he has really soft lightness hands and a light fingered touch.

Mal moved further down as he sprayed Bart 's legs

'' Your legs are not creamed Bart for fucks sake, your female parent would go mad lol ''

Bart was too busy enjoying the feeling of Mals workforce on his body he never replied.

'' Did you cream your ass nerve ? Those shorts wo n't protect your ass from the sun ray ''

Again baronet did n't do as he felt Mal roll his trunks down and cold of the ointment followed by the hot diffused hands of Mal.

The only hands that have touched Bart 's body in the lastly 8 or so months have been his own, he was a qualified gentlewoman man, but now he was on the beech loving the feeling of this strangers hands on his trunk and now he could find this hands diffused silky paw on his ass.

Mal rubbed and squeezed his ass, then sliding his manpower up Bart 's backbone, back down his back, on to his ass wisecrack, sneak touching Bart 's lump sack, without Bart muttering a word.

Bart could feel Mal go up his down feather, sitting on his bare ass as Mal massaged baronet 's shoulders, then laying on Bart 's back so Mals six pack and thorax were rubbing off Bart 's back.

As Mal rubbed his breast of Bart 's back he could feel Master of Arts in Library Science cock pressing out of his own shortstop

'' Jesus Bart is is so hump hot, I need to bump off my short to contribute my peter room to breath, the sun always makes me grow ''

Mal reached down and removed his short and as he did his big hard cock fell free from the chasteness of his swim short pants

His bridge player went back up to Bart 's shoulders and his thorax pressed against his back and as he moved up Bart could now feel the hot skin of Mals cock pressing against his ass lips.

As Mal squeezed the spinal column of Bart 's neck opening, Bart could finger Mal push and force his pecker into Mals ass lips.

The sun cream acting a lubricant as Mal pushed harder into Bart 's ass.

Bart felt traped `` Mal, I am not gay '' he mustered from his head bedded into the towel

'' Nor am I '' Mal answered, `` I am just fucken horny and yours is the simply hole usable ''

Mal sprayed more emollient on his manus, he reached down and rudder his stopcock with the cream and then he rubbed some more into Bart 's ass, fingering him, opening his tight nates lips more and more as he entered a indorsement finger to Bart 's ass, rotating his finger to ram his lip to open more.

Bart lay there trapped, he could yell, who would serve him, he could n't fight, Mal was too big, he was fucked.

Mal slid down and grabbed baronet 's ass impudence and parted his ass, he pointed his stone firmly rooster at Bart 's ass back talk and just drilled his hammer into Bart 's ass.

Bart dug his hands into the sand, trying to find a way to give up the botheration from his ass

Inch by inch Mals cock went deeper and mystifying into Bart 's ass

Slap, Mal hit Bart 's right field as cheek as his tool disappeared into Bart 's unrelenting ass, then he pulled out and as he did Bart released a sigh of relief, but only for him to be digging his hands in the sand again as he rammed his cock straight through his ass.

'' FUCCCCKKKKK '' baronet screamed.

Mal pulled out again and Bart sighed again, but suddenly his ass was fuck of peter but not as painfull, he could experience the exponent of Mal pumping his ass, he could feel his pecker touching of parts of his body which has never been touched before, he could feel Mal going fast and fast harder and harder

He was a deep as he could go, Bart could sense MALS peter hit off his stomach as he fucked him

'' Tell me to fuck you, differentiate me to involve your penny-pinching ass '' Mal demanded

Bart was silent, Mal slapped his ass `` talk of the town to me boy '' he demanded

'' fuck me, fuck me, ravish me '' Bart whimpered, hoping not to be heard.

Mal reached under Bart 's stomach and grabbed how of his surprisingly hard cock, Mal gripped it hard as he pulled it and pulled it, Mal was using baronet 's prick to render him Sir Thomas More leverage, as a way to get deeper and harder into baronet 's ass.

'' We are naked on a beech and I am fucking my bitch, naked on the beech '' Mal shouted out.

'' semen watch me fuck my bitch '' he screamed

'' Let me lay on my baby Mal ? ''

Mal was fucking him unvoiced and fast, baronet 's ass lips were opened and more pliable, the infliction was gone and replaced by joy and excitement.

'' clout my shorts off child, let me lay on my rear ... ... Please '' Bart requested again.

Mal pulled out and stood up, Bart too a few cryptic breaths, blowing the sand away.

He swallowed and turned to see Mal standing with his huge rock firmly cock staring at him.

As he turned, Mal grabbed him by the pilus and before baronet could screech his was gagging on a mouth full of cock.

'' suction me squawk '' Mal demanded

Bart knelt in front of Mal, looking up as he tried to suck this colossus cock. As he sucked this massive small-arm of flesh he started to substantiate that he was tasting his own ass too, this thought made him gag more.

Mal was fucking Bart 's mouth so deep and hard that his cum filled clump were hanging of Bart 's chin.

Bart was thinking of all the rima oris he had fucked over his lifetime smiled as he remembers cuming in their mouths

He grabbed hold of MALS shaft and started to overstretch it as he fucked it, he grabbed Mals globe and squeezed them with his former deal

Pulling and sucking Mals big cock, baronet was starting to enjoy the experience.

Mal pumped some pre cum into baronet 's backtalk as he moaned and groaned.

Bart felt Mals huge strong hands on this shoulders as he was pushed to the sand, Mal opened his Bart 's peg and knelt down directing his pecker into Bart 's open and lubricated ass

Mal sank deep into baronet 's ass, the two guys eye too eye, Bart 's cock solid and erect as he wrapped his pegleg around Mal and pulled him forward until they were locked oral fissure to speak, kissing and licking each others tongues and brim, Mal angled his cock so he could buss Bart and still fuck his virgin ass.

Bart 's hands were all over Mals back as Mal reached down to pull Bart 's throbbing cock, kissing Bart 's lips, his chin his chest then a few seconds later he pulled out of Bart 's ass and put Bart 's unvoiced cock in his mouth, Mal was far more experienced cock sucker as baronet 's prick disappeared down Mals throat.

Sucking and licking the cock with the correct amount of prick pressure on the top dog of his peter, Bart was loving the new experiences, he tried to delay his cum as much as he could but Mal was way too goodness and as he grabbed the back of Master of Arts in Library Science head he pumped his sweet man cum down Master of Arts in Library Science throat.

Mal never made a sound, he just kept pulling and sucking baronet 's cock, sucking as much cum from his cock and testicle as he could

Bart tried to fight Master of Arts in Library Science mouth from his cock but Mal was enjoying the taste of his cock and he was not finished yet

He kept sucking Bart until his dick was totally empty and wilted, Bart fell back to the moxie, Mal dropped to his knees and his cock went straight into Bart 's ass and he continued to bonk baronet as baronet 's sap hobble physical structure lay on the sand.

Mal lifted Bart 's ass up to go deeper into is ass, banging against his prickle made Bart jerk from the annoyance

Bart suddenly came back to life and he pulled Mal to his backtalk as the embraced

'' Cum in my ass, big boy '' Bart shouted

Mal started to pump harder and harder and deeper and deeper, Bart grabbed the face of Mals ass as his own ass sucked all the cum out of Mals ass, Bart wrapped his ramification around Mal holding his peter in his ass to make sure he is totally empty.

Mal pulled out and put on the grit, Bart moved swifty on to Mals pecker and started to draw him off while he was still difficult, some cum still pumping into his lip, a few minutes later Master of Arts in Library Science big hand pushed Bart off his prick and the two guys lay there naked in the sun.

When Bart woke up Mal was gone, baronet picked up his pants and put them on as he continued to walk through the George Sand, hopping on each ft as he puts his top on.

His ass still dripping wet from cum, his legs a bit stiff as he walked smiling to himself, thinking of this first gay fuck and wonder if this is how his sex lifespan is going to be into the future ... .