A Carl Grimes Story: Chapter 2 Feedback: joeyblow91@hotmail.com
Carl's plans to leave the high school to find his dad were thwarted by a horde of zombies walking by. He was stuck in there for a couple of days - it was the biggest horde he's ever seen. After the horde had passed, he seemed to have just forgotten that he wanted to leave. He'd bonded with the group in the high school and every day, something needed to be done and he helped with it. He figured he'd eventually find his dad. He knew Rick wouldn't die alone out there - it was just a matter of time before they met up again.
A few weeks later, Dylan and Carl had to go out for a food run. They had exhausted all of the nearby supermarkets so they'd have to go to one about an hour's walk away. They left at noon.
The dirt path seemed to go on forever. By now, Carl had walked down this path a lot but had never had to go out that far. The few walkers they saw along the way weren't a threat so they just let them go.
"How weird is it that all of these things used to have a life?" Dylan asked. "Like that one, maybe he was a hockey player. Maybe he was an engineer. Maybe he was supposed to cure cancer."
"Weird, I guess," Carl responded. "I try not to think about that. They're not people anymore."
"Yeah, but what if they can't help it? What if they're like, aware of what they're doing but not able to control themselves? And all they want is to just go back to their old lives but they can't?"
"You think too much!" Carl laughed.
They finally reached the supermarket. The parking lot was mostly empty with a couple of worn down cars still parked from before the apocalypse. The two boys walked in and each picked up a shopping cart and went on their way. A lot of the food was bad or gone by now but they picked up all the canned food they could and threw it in their carts.
Momentarily, it seemed like everything was back to normal again. The supermarket was quiet except for them. They rode up and down the aisles on their shopping carts, wooping loudly. They pushed each other to see how fast they could go.
"Let's race," Carl said. They lined up their carts at the front of the candy aisle and counted down. "Three, two, ONE!"
They gave themselves a big push and hopped on the back of their carts. It was neck and neck. Dylan looked over at Carl while riding his cart. Suddenly, Carl's expression changed from happy to terrified. Dylan looked forward to see two men in front of them, about five feet, at the end of the aisle with guns pointed toward them.
The two men stopped the carts with one hand each, still pointing the pistols at Carl and Dylan.
Carl stepped off the cart and immediately drew his gun and pointed it toward them.
"Walk away," said one of them. "And no one dies today."
"We need this," said Carl. "We're out of food."
"Everyone's out of food. Lower your weapon."
"Just give us one. And you can have the other," said Carl.
"Either we take both and you both live. Or we take one and that one dies," he pointed to Dylan, who was shaking.
Carl negotiated, "Please. We have a baby and elderly people in our group."
One of the guys walked forward and pulled Dylan to him. He pointed the gun at his head. "Last chance. Leave or he dies."
Carl thought hard. "If you kill him, you'll never know about his secret talent."
The two of them looked at each other. "What secret talent?"
"How old are you two?" Carl asked.
"Nineteen and eighteen," one of them responded.
"Then you were, what, like seventeen and sixteen when all of this happened?"
He nodded.
"It's probably been forever since you guys had some relief, right?"
"The fuck does that mean?" one asked.
Carl took his left hand off the gun and patted his crotch. "I bet all you've had is your hands."
The older boys looked at each other again. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying we can split the carts. One for each of us. And in return, he'll give you guys the best blowjob you've ever had. Trust me, he blows me all the time."
"What do you think, Bry? I could use a BJ," one of them asked the other.
"We'll all lower our guns in three seconds, okay? Three... two... one." The three of them lowered their weapons and Bryan let go of Dylan. "Put your gun in our cart now."
Carl risked it and put his gun in their cart, knowing he'd never see it again.
"Okay," Bryan said. "Do it then." Bryan took off his pants. He wasn't wearing underwear. Dylan looked at Carl, wondering if he had a followup plan. Carl just made a pushing motion toward the two guys.
"So you're Bryan," Dylan said, kneeling in between the two guys. "And you are?" He looked at the other one.
"Sam."
"Going to take your pants off too, Sam?"
"After I see you're actually going to do what he said you're going to do."
Dylan nodded and moved his face toward Bryan. His cock was semi-hard. It looked like it would be about eight inches hard and pretty thick around. Dylan moved forward with his knees still on the floor and began licking up and down Bryan's cock.
Bryan moaned and put his hands behind Dylan's head. Dylan had sucked Carl's dick a lot over the past few weeks and learned a lot. He put Bryan's cock in his mouth with his hand on the shaft and began pumping up and down while using his tongue to massage the head.
"Ahhhh," Bryan moaned. "It's fuckin' good, Sam."
Sam then pulled his pants and underwear down. He was already rock hard. "Suck me," he said as he pulled Dylan's head off Bryan's cock.
Dylan turned to his right and began working on Sam's cock. Sam took his shirt off, exposing his bare chest. He was rougher than Bryan. He mouth fucked Dylan. He pulled Dylan all the way down to his pubes and held his head there while Dylan made gagging sounds.
"Jack me off," Bryan said. Dylan did so with his left hand, all while struggling to handle Sam's forcefulness. After a couple of minutes, Sam let go of Dylan's head and Dylan took his mouth off Sam's cock. He breathed heavily, almost hyperventilating, trying to recover.
"You gotta get him to deep throat you, bro," Sam said. "He's a natural."
Bryan didn't let Dylan recover for very long. He wanted to feel what Sam had felt. He took a page out of Sam's book and forced Dylan to take in all of his cock. His cock was a bit bigger than Sam's, so Dylan was trying even harder to not gag.
"C'mere," Sam said to Carl. "It's your turn." Carl was watching the whole time and had taken his cock out, jacking it off.
"That wasn't part of the deal," Carl said.
"Too fuckin' bad," Sam said, as he ran toward Carl and forced him to his knees. "Now suck it like your faggy friend did."
Carl knelt in front of him, unsure what to do. He had given his gun to them. He was helpless.
Carl must have taken too long to begin sucking Sam off. "Fine, you don't want to suck me? Then I'm gonna fuck you," Sam said. He took spun carl around. Carl tried to run, but Sam made him trip and fall. Sam pulled him back by his feet with his right hand and pulled Carl's pants down with his left.
He moved forward and straddled Carl's back, holding him down. Carl's ass was exposed and he couldn't get up, no matter how much he squirmed. "Either lay there and take it or I'll fuck you even harder."
Carl stopped squirming and knew he was about to get fucked for the first time. "Lift your ass up," Sam said. Carl listened to him.
He heard Sam spit a couple more times and felt Sam's cock head poke at his ass hole. Sam pushed forward, hard, and the supermarket was filled with Carl's scream of agony.
Sam didn't seem to care and kept pushing in. "Fuck, you're tight." Carl laid there, clenching his fists and tried to think of something other than how much it hurt. Before he knew it, Sam was pumping in and out. He felt Sam's pubes smash against his ass every time he pushed in. The sound of Sam slapping against Carl's ass echoed loudly through the building.
"You gotta get some of this, Bry. He even looks like a girl from behind. Look at his long, faggy hair."
Bryan was still getting blown by Dylan, whose face was red by now from all off the rough mouthfucking he had had to endure. "I'm good here," Bryan said, with his head back, enjoying the sensations.
"Suit yourself," Sam said. "Get up, faggot." He pulled Carl up and pushed him against the side of the shopping cart full of cans. Carl didn't even try to fight against it. His ass was sore. He was willing to do anything Sam wanted just to get it over with faster. He leaned against the shopping cart. Sam lifted Carl up a bit and started fucking him.
Carl felt Sam's cock hit his prostate repeatedly and as much as he didn't enjoy it mentally, he was still physically rock hard and about to cum. Sam lifted Carl up all the way and spun him around. Carl was being carried by Sam now, with his hands on Sam's shoulders. It actually felt so good by now to Carl that he couldn't resist it. He took his right hand off Sam's shoulder and jacked himself off. It only took about five seconds before Carl exploded shot after shot onto Sam's chest.
"What the fuck," Sam said. "This kid just came from me fucking his ass. He just came all over me." Sam pushed Carl to the floor on his back and began fucking him again.
While all of this was going on, Bryan had already came in Dylan's throat and the two of them were just waiting for Carl and Sam to be done.
"Hey faggot, come clean up your friend's spunk," Sam said to Dylan.
Dylan walked over to the side of Carl and Sam and began licking Sam's stomach. Carl's familiar cum taste filled Dylan's mouth and he lapped it all up. Soon after Dylan licked up the laste of it, Sam moaned louder and louder. Sam did the final push into Carl's ass - the hardest push - and shot over a week's worth of saved up cum inside.
Sam pulled his cock out slowly and cum came flowing out of Carl's ass hole. Sam laughed as he walked back around the shopping carts to put his clothes back on.
"You're right, that was a good trade," Sam said. Bryan and Sam took the fuller shopping cart and walked out with it. Carl pulled his pants back up and groaned from the pain.
"Are you okay?" Dylan asked.
"Yeah," Carl groaned again. "You?"
"Yeah."
The two of them put their arms around each other and sat for awhile. Then, they took their shopping cart and walked back to the high school in silence.
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