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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 horn, but today, nothing…… just silence.

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

Naked breakfast, naked calls even naked zoom. I would spend one hour in the mornings at my home gym, naked, then shower and just roam about my house, naked, then dress at around lunchtime and head out for the first walk of the day, to catch up with neighbors 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 meet a neighbor or two, I would bid them good morning, some of them would be fuck buddies, they would pop to mind or I would go to theirs when their other halves were at work and we would fuck for a few hours.

It Tended to be their release for their wild, dirty, kinky side of their personalities, they world do things with me that they would no do or talk about with their partners.

I knew all their dark secrets, I was probably their main secret, most described our relationship as an emotional affair with wild dirty extreme physical kinky sex, thrown in for good measure.

Today the streets were empty, I took out my phone, called a few people, the calls all connected but no one answered.

I went to my usual place, Anne’s Bakery, for my pot of tea, it was open but no one was there. Usually it is a hive of activity with people bouncing around, chatter from the local mother’s catching up on other people’s lives after dropping the kids to school.

Anne, the owner, was an older woman, she came from the US, she was about 68, a filthy horny fuck and she would often ask me to fuck her while she was bent over the freezer or on the table with her legs wide open, she had a very powerful pussy and was a really good fuck.

She is very adventurous, I would often fuck her and one or two of the other customers too, in the kitchen, she was a horn dog, she loved cock and pussy, she craves them.

She loved anal, having her first anal fuck on her 60th birthday and from there it was her quest to make up for lost anal time. She would tell 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 strong cock deep in her ass.

She was great fun, as were most of the customers, fucks in the toilets at 11 in the morning were common practice, blow jobs, pussy 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 owner 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 movie screen, I would usually undress people with my mind and fuck them in different fantasies.

I have met a lot of people in this bakery and fucked them in the toilets or behind the shop 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 cars parked everywhere, this is not unusual, but no one was around.

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

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

It was like a TV show like the Walking Dead or end of the world movie but without the sense of disaster. The electrical supplies still worked, networks worked, water still flowed, television streams still worked, music streaming still worked, life as I knew it was the same, just no one was with me.

A few months passed and still no contact with anyone, I still gymed every day, I turned off all of the CCTV cameras in all the shops and banks, as I didn’t want anyone trying to prosecute me when things got back to normal, I moved all the cars off the streets and parked them in different drive ways.

To kill the boredom I would pick a house and clean it and polish the car and cut the grass, so the placed looked really really good.

The summer months were now beginning so the good weather was well and truly back, and i decided to head to my local bar.

I would limit myself to three visits 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 other kegs of carlsberg, I found one, rolled it over to the line and then stood there scratching my head thinking “how the fuck do I change this”

Lightbulb moment

“YouTube”

I raced back up to get my phone, i don’t even know why I carried it, it never rings, but old habits die hard.

www.youtube.com

Search

“How to change a Keg?”

Thousands of options, but I just did as I always do I hit the first one.

“Hi I am Barry, I am going to show 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 talk about changing the fucken thing”

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

So the gas was turned off at the coupler and after a few minutes of changing this and that the keg was changed and I was ready to have a beer.

Back up stairs and to the bar, but all of a sudden there was a man sitting on a stool waiting for some one to server him, a real man, a mixed race man, nice silk skin, light tight cut hair and about six feet tall at a guess.

He reached out his hand “Hi barkeep” I looked around thinking the bar owner or something was around, but they were not, so I rubbed my hand on my top and met his outstretched hand, his hand and grip 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 months since those hino taps 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 give you a taste of the hino, but if you don’t like it I would suggest the Carl’s”

He took a sip and spat it out “I will go for the Carl’s”

“What’s your name?” I asked

“Malcolm, and you?” He replied

“I am Martin but everyone calls me Bart, don’t ask, well everyone use to call me Bart, but I can’t remember why”

“Cool Bart, nice to meet you, are you the only 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 disaster hit and I have been left here as I don’t have a fucken clue how to fly a plane or sail a boat.

“Have you tried You Tube?