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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Walking_Dead_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Carl_Grimes/Rick_Grimes, Carl_Grimes/Hershel_Greene
  Character:
      Carl_Grimes, Rick_Grimes, Hershel_Greene
  Additional Tags:
      Father-Son_Relationship, First_Time, First_Time_Blow_Jobs, Come
      Swallowing, Barebacking, Doctor/Patient, Zombie_Apocalypse, Kissing,
      Spoilers, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Anal, Anal_Play
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-04-23 Words: 1947
****** Near Death, Near Life ******
by TheAndyChrist
Summary
     Carl lost his eye. Rick thought the worst. When he sees Carl will
     live, Rick promises to do whatever it takes to make sure Carl lives
     the fullest life, even if it is in the middle of the zombie
     apocalypse and they're father and son.
Notes
     This is just another smutty Rick and Carl short story. It's graphic
     so be warned. Don't read it if you find the subject matter
     distasteful, but I had fun writing it haha
Near Death, Near Life
Hershel stabilized Carl's vitals, after the boy lost his eye, and Rick had
seemed to lose his mind. He let Rick into the room finally and Rick fell in the
floor and his sobbing body draped over Carl's shirtless chest.
Glenn knew they should leave Rick alone with his son and told everyone he'd
take the night watch and they should all get some rest. Rick fell asleep on top
of Carl's pale, hairless chest and woke with Carl at 2 in the morning.
"Dad?”
“Carl? Son, it's me, your dad.”
Carl didn’t cry, but he let Rick cry and hold him before he tried to speak
again. Carl felt his dad's tears soak his stomach and his dad's mumbling mouth
on his nipple, and said, “Dad, I have to pee really bad.”
Rick licked his wet mouth, which also licked Carl's hard nipple. He snorted the
snot back up his nose, wiped his face and looked around the room for a bottle.
He saw a glass, which had water in it and drunk it and said, “I'll help you
son.”
Carl was in some pain and trauma, and didn't know his dad was going to really
pull his penis out and aim it for him, but Rick did fumble some with Carl's
jeans and Carl realized he did need his dad to help him.
Rick unzipped Carl's jeans and said, “I thought I had lost you, boy.” Rick saw
Carl had a long, large mound in his boxers, but Rick thought he shouldn't say
anything to embarrass Carl. Rick aimlessly placed a hand right up next to
Carl's cock and wiped his brow with the other.
“Dad, can you hurry please? I really gotta go.”
Rick pulled back Carl's boxers to find Carl had a robust cockhead, long brown
pubic hair and an amazing looking erection and pulled further to see Carl's
ample testicles. Rick lost himself looking at Carl's young adult body and
nearly took his jeans off his feet, but stopped there. Rick slowed a moment,
but he soon got his bearings, held up the glass, held his son's perfect
erection and said, “Ready, son.”
“Oh, thank god.” Carl pissed and splashed piss on Rick’s hand holding the
glass. It was a long piss and filled the glass over halfway and finally
stopped.
Rick pulled and shook Carl's erection to get all of the liquid off Carl's
bloomed cockhead. It was then that Carl realized his cock was fully erect and
throbbing to ejaculate. Rick kept dabbing and shaking it, and stroked it by
reflex.
“Oh, dad. Oh, oh.. I didn't know...” Carl shook as his dad jerked him off.
“Carl, you're a grown boy.” He laughed, let go of Carl's erection, handled his
nuts and said, “These things happen at weird times.” He placed the hot glass of
piss on the nightstand.
Carl agreed with him, smiled and said, “Dad, I'm so tired of running.” Carl
shut his eyes and rested, but Rick didn’t put Carl's fine erection away. Rick
rubbed down Carl's tense thigh muscle and massaged it.
“Son?” Rick wasn’t sure if Carl had fallen back to sleep.
“Yeah?” Carl opened his eye and saw Rick gazing at his erection.
“I love you so much.” Rick kissed Carl on the cheek and forehead and began
crying again. He blindly kissed Carl on the mouth and Carl tasted Rick’s tears
and lost it too. Carl attempted to hold Rick, but Rick was too large for his
sore arms to get around. They kissed and wept, but they kept kissing and
kissing like lovers, with their lips pressed and firm.
“I love you too, dad.” Carl whispered as Rick kissed his neck and sucked his
soft neck. Carl held back moans, but his hips couldn't keep from thrusting his
excited erection into Rick’s side.
Rick reached for Carl's steely erection, grasped it, stroked it and Carl
panted. Rick licked Carl's ear and said, “You need to come. I'll help you,
son.”
“Where is everyone?” Carl could feel his dad was right and knew he could
explode at any given moment, with the way Rick worked his cock into a frenzy.
“Close your eyes, Carl.” Carl closed his eyes like his dad said to do and Rick
moved back, leaned forward and swallowed Carl's cockhead. He licked around
Carl's cockhead, which made Carl cringe with passion. Rick stuck all of Carl
into his mouth, gagged and sucked his son's young cock. He was happy to do it.
“Oh, dad. Oh, oh..” Carl knew he should keep quiet, but Rick was giving him his
first blowjob. Carl held on to the bed edges.
Rick stood and said, “When I was younger, me and some buddies would do this for
each other nearly every night.” Rick opened his jeans, as Carl watched. Rick
pulled his cock out and it was almost identical to Carl's cock. Rick stroked
his cock and the precum ran off his cockhead and stuck to his fingers.
“Dad?” Carl reached over, held Rick’s wet cock and stroked it. Rick’s cock
leaked more precum, but Carl used it to lather his dad's firm manhood.
“That’s it, son.” Rick agonized as Carl found a way to reach Rick’s cock with
his mouth. Rick reached over and fondled Carl's testicles and leaned over to
eat them.
“Oh, oh..” Carl lost his breath, swallowed the salty spit in his mouth and lost
his will to control the tempest and blew his load. It covered Carl's abdomen,
as Rick stroked his hard shaft and watched it empty.
“Good lord, son.” Rick watched his son's cock shoot long strings of come. He
memorized the scene, bent over, licked Carl's stomach and swallowed Carl's oozy
cockhead. Rick swallowed each burst of flavor.
“Oh, dad.” Carl rubbed his head, as his cock sputtered and splat.
Rick sucked Carl dry, while Carl pulled at Rick’s shaft. Rick took over and
stroked his cock and asked, “Do you want to taste it?” Rick breathed heavy,
Carl nodded, Rick put his cock near Carl's face and gushed his big load onto
Carl's bandage covering his eye and plugged his cockhead into Carl's mouth as
it spewed and emptied.
Carl's eye widened, as his dad drained in his mouth. He tasted good and Carl
gulped down every drop. “It's good.” Carl sounded unsure, but he still devoured
his dad's enormous load.
“You tasted good too, son.” Rick pulled his jeans up, zipped up, and wiped his
mouth. Rick took the glass of Carl's piss and drank its entirety. He rubbed
Carl's stomach to find any moisture. He bent to lick a spot of come still left
on his son. It could have been his or Carl's come.
“Thanks, dad.” Carl tried to put his cock away, but Rick had Carl's jeans
almost completely off him.
Rick stroked Carl's cock and said, “I don’t think your dick is done. It looks
like it wants a round two.” Rick rubbed up Carl's lean torso, pinched Carl's
nipples and slurped up Carl's cock again.
“Oh, dad. Uh.” Carl knew then, that his dad liked sucking dick or maybe it was
simply his dick, but Rick sucked down Carl's unyielding erection. Carl closed
his eye and enjoyed the blowjob. Rick jerked him and sucked his balls, first
individually and then got them both in his mouth.
Rick felt under Carl's ball sack and said, “There’s something good about a
finely placed finger in the butt.” Rick found Carl's tight asshole and said,
“You’re pretty sweaty back here.” Rick’s thick finger easily went inside and
Carl felt a rumbling coming.
Rick fingered Carl as he sucked him and Carl shook around his finger, tightened
and shockwaves erupted as Carl blew another load, but this time in his dad's
awaiting mouth.
“Oh, dad. Uh, uh, oh, dad.” Carl ran his hand through Rick’s curly hair, as
Rick took his time sucking Carl's cock and making sure it went soft. He kissed
Carl's nuts and kissed Carl's softened shaft.
“Okay, son, I think your dick is ready for bed.”
“Dad?”
“Yeah, son.” Rick smiled and said, “I can do it again tomorrow and the next
day. I want you to be happy and live a full life.” Rick wiped his mouth and
checked that he drank all of Carl's piss.
“Kiss me goodnight?” Carl's lips ached for the touch of his dad's rough,
stubbly face against his smooth cheeks. Rick happily kissed Carl and Carl used
his tongue. Rick used his tongue and kissed him like he was Lori.
Rick got up and laid beside Carl's nude body. Rick put his arm around his naked
son's waist, then thought of the others. He reached down, pulled Carl's jeans
up Carl's thin, hairy legs, and sealed his son's drenched cock away.
Carl was almost asleep, but he could feel Rick’s new erection grinding against
his backside. Carl's ass was eager. He managed to reach behind him, feel deep
inside Rick’s jeans and stroked his dad's erection.
“Carl, the others will be up soon. We need our rest.”
“But your dick isn’t ready for bed.” Carl stroked his dad's elongated cock more
and more.
“I guess it isn't.” Rick laughed.
Carl pulled his ass out and Rick’s cockhead rested between Carl's ass cheeks.
Rick looked down and saw Carl's perfect, small ass. Carl pressed his asshole
against Rick’s consumed cock, pushed and Rick’s slippery cockhead easily slid
inside and Rick pushed it all the way inside Carl. Ricks balls wedged between
their hot flesh.
“Ah, mmm.” Carl moaned, as he felt his dad's incredible cock move in and out of
him. Carl helped with it, by rolling back and forth, but Rick took Carl's thin
waist and rode his son's small, virgin ass. Carl felt the ridges on his dad's
raw cock travel through him.
“Oh, Carl. It feels so good.”
“Dad, finish inside me.” Carl hesitated, but wanted to make Rick proud.
“Oh, Carl. My son. Oh, oh.. mmm.” Rick ramped up his thrusts, smelled Carl's
long hair and thrust. Rick pushed and pulled his meat and said, “It's coming.
Ah, oh, Carl. Oh, Carl.” Rick pushed his cock to its limit and blasted his load
inside his son like his son asked him to do. Rick came and found it difficult
to control his eyes. Rick felt the froth building and kept churning it. Rick
never pulled out of Carl, but Carl eventually rolled over and let Rick’s cock
slide out.
“Dad, I love you.” Carl turned his head and Rick’s lips were waiting for him.
“I love you too, son. And I'm very proud of you. Tomorrow, if we get some alone
time, I'll let you see what it feels like in me.”
“That would be nice.” Carl went to sleep.
Rick put his cock away, covered Carl's body and rested his eyes. He started to
fall asleep and heard footsteps. He smiled knowing they finished just in time.
Herschel peeked inside, saw nothing out of the ordinary and stepped inside.
Hershel approached Carl, felt of Carl's crotch and watched Rick’s face for any
signs of life. Herschel opened Carl's jeans, reached inside and felt of young
Carl's timid cock. Rick pretended to be asleep, as Herschel bent down and
didn’t suck Carl. Herschel wanted to check if the boy needed to piss. He put
Carl's finger in a warm glass and nothing happened. He shrugged, put Carl's
dick away and went back to morning routine.
Rick smiled and thought it all was a dream, but when he woke he had Carl's cock
knocking at his backdoor and he knew life was going to be okay.
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