Date: Tue, 11 Feb 2014 21:01:46 -0700 From: joey asdf <joeyblow91@hotmail.com> Subject: "A Carl Grimes Story" pt1 (Gay-Celebrity section) The following story contains TV Spoilers for The Walking Dead through the midseason finale of season 4. If you don't want spoilers, don't read this story. It does not contain future spoilers or comic book spoilers. I have no affiliation with the show or the actors and this is purely from my imagination. This story contains sexual encounters between two teenagers. If it is illegal for you to read this, then don't! Any feedback/comments/questions can be sent to my email at joeyblow91@hotmail.com. ------------------------------------------------ The worst thing Carl could have imagined had happened to him. The night before, a horde of walkers came through the neighborhood while they were scavenging for supplies in the various houses. He was forced to run from the horde and his father was stuck in the house across the street unable to get through the tens of walkers clawing at the door. It was now daytime. Carl didn't know exactly what time. Time didn't seem to matter anymore since the world ended. He lost the walkers hours ago and was walking down a dirt road. He couldn't turn back right now - it was miles before he would get back to the neighborhood and the walkers weren't too far behind. He was hoping to find another set of houses and get some food and water. Suddenly, he felt a sharp sting in his left leg. He stumbled over and screamed out, holding his leg in his hands. "Oh, shit!" someone yelled. Carl heard someone running on the dirt path toward him. He looked up and saw a teenage boy hovering over him. "I thought you were one of them!" "You sh-shot me!" Carl whimpered. "You're lucky I have shitty aim," the boy said. "And I didn't shoot you. See?" He held up his left hand which held a slingshot. He helped Carl up to his feet and let him hold on to his shoulder. "Just stay off the leg. Come with me, we'll fix you up." They walked over the hill to the left of the dirt path. There was a football field over the ridge and a school on the other side. It seemed to be a high school. When they reached the door, the boy knocked five times in a pattern. An older lady opened the door for them. They walked in and rounded a few halls into the nurse's room. "Let me see the leg," he said, as he rolled up Carl's jeans. The wound was too high up and the jeans wouldn't roll up enough. "Umm... I think you have to take them off," he said sheepishly. Carl looked at him for a couple of seconds. "Okay," he agreed. He sat down on a chair, unbuttoned his jeans and took them down. "Feels like I'm getting a physical or something." The boy smiled. He looked at the wound. It was bleeding a little but it was mostly just red around it. "I think it's fine. I'm not a doctor but at least the rock wasn't too sharp. Glad I didn't hit your face." It was silent for a bit. "I'm Dylan, by the way." Carl smiled at Dylan, "Carl. Nice to see there are still some nice people in this world. The end of the world changed people." "Nice?" Dylan laughed. "I mean, I just sling shotted you." "Most people would have seen if I had any food or weapons and stolen them." "Really? I haven't seen many humans since this all started. I mean, real humans. We've been here the whole time." "In this school?" Carl asked. "Yeah. It was my school," Dylan looked down at Carl. "You can pull those up now, you know." He pointed at Carl's jeans. "Oh," he blushed. "Sorry." He pulled his pants up and rebuttoned them. Dylan looked at how dirty Carl was. "You look like you could use a shower." He picked up a pair of crutches and a new set of clean clothes before they went on their way. ------------------------------------------------ Dylan took Carl to where the locker rooms were and pointed toward the shower. "Well, if you need anything, let me know. I'll be right outside." Dylan started walking away. "Wait," Carl said. "My leg still hurts. I know it's weird, but can you just help me stand in there? I don't think these crutches are enough." Dylan looked back and hesitated, "Umm... I guess I could." He walked back to Carl and helped him sit on the locker room bench. "I guess... you might need help with your clothes too...?" "Sorry, if it's too weird I can try to manage on my own," Carl responded. "No, no... I did this to you. I should do everything I can to help," he said as he started lifting Carl's shirt. He saw a gunshot scar in his stomach. "I guess you actually did get shot before... not just by a slingshot." "Yeah. Awhile ago." Dylan unbuttoned Carl's jeans and pulled them off. Carl sat there in his boxers. "Well?" Carl said. The other boy took the boxers and pulled them down, revealing a seven inch, rock hard cock flinging up. Dylan's face turned red and turned away and cleared his throat. "Okay... so I guess we should start." Carl grinned, "Yeah. Let's start." He stood up, used Dylan for support and limped his way toward the shower. When they reached the door, Dylan realized he couldn't go in there and get his clothes soaked. "Oh," he said. "I can't wear my clothes in there either." "Duh!" Carl laughed. Dylan started stripping as Carl leaned against the door, his dick showing how much he was enjoying it. Dylan lifted his shirt over his blonde hair and revealing a toned chest. He lowered his pants and finally his briefs. Carl looked down and was disappointed to see Dylan didn't have a boner like him, but his dick was still a decent size. It seemed that it would be about six inches hard. "Come on," Carl said, pushing open the door. Dylan followed him in. Dylan started the shower at a warm temperature and they moved underneath the water. Carl was doing his best to get good looks at Dylan's naked body. "Here," Dylan said as he handed Carl the bar of soap. Carl washed the dirt off his body. "Can you get my back, dude?" he asked as he handed the soap back. "Okay," Dylan said. Carl's arm was around Dylan for support and Dylan used his right hand to scrub the soap into Carl's back. A few seconds later, he dropped the soap on the ground. Dylan kneeled down to get it. "Hold on," Carl grinned, now holding onto Dylan's head as support "I need you to get my legs too." Dylan rubbed the soap into Carl's legs and looked up when he was done to see Carl's dick hanging over his head. "Umm... okay... anything else you need me to wash?" "Yeah. A little higher," he said. Dylan started to stand up but as soon as his head passed Carl's package, Carl pushed down on his head. "Not that high." "It's just... I don't know. I'm not gay." "You said you would do anything you can to help me," Carl said. "The girl who used to suck me turned into a walker. It's been forever since I had some relief... come on, please?" Dylan had mixed emotions. He'd always been curious about guys but he had only been with girls. He had tens of girls all over him in the brief year he had been in high school. After a bit of thinking, he figured he might die any day so he might as well try it with a guy. He took his right hand and started jacking Carl off. Carl started moaning immediately and Dylan figured he must be doing a good job. A few minutes passed of him doing this while playing with Carl's balls with his left hand. "Wait... I'm gonna cum!" Carl exclaimed. "Why wait then?" "Because you haven't washed my cock yet," Carl smiled and guided Dylan's head closer to his dick. "I haven't done this before," Dylan said. "Practice then," Carl asserted and pulled Dylan's mouth onto his raging cock. Dylan couldn't take all of Carl in his mouth, his dick was too big for how inexperienced he was. He did his best to take half of it and jack off Carl's dick while going up and down the shaft with his mouth. He tried to mimic how the girls did it to him back in high school. This went on for about ten minutes and that's when Dylan realized he had had a boner the whole time and was oozing precum. Carl was breathing faster, "I'm gonna cum, dude. Keep going." He shot his load into Dylan's mouth. He must have shot eight or nine times because it felt like it was going on forever to Dylan and he started choking on how much there was. Carl had saved up that load for over a week, not being able to find a chance to relieve himself during the apocalypse. Dylan was horny enough that he swallowed as much of the cum as he could, but a lot of it he had to spit out. He did one last polish on Carl's cock before he stood up. "Thanks," Carl said. "I guess we're even now." Dylan smiled, "I don't know. I might have to owe you a lot more." Carl limped out of the shower and they both put their clothes back on. Carl stayed overnight and Dylan jacked off thinking of how hot the experience was earlier that day. He wished he could just be a normal teenager again and not have to worry about the dangers of the world. He fell asleep imagining him and Carl becoming boyfriends in high school. ------------------------------------------------ Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed the story. If you have any feedback/comments/questions feel free to email me at joeyblow91@hotmail.com. :)