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The sound of a shotgun rang through the forest and Carl dropped to the ground with a thud.
Rick was standing outside a farmhouse, lost in shock and worry. Carl was shot. His son was shot. Tyreese, Rick and Carl were in the forest, hunting when it happened.
And it was all because of some guy in the forest. He knew that the man in question had shot Carl accidentally, but Rick wanted to rip him apart, kill him or torture him.
But he knew he couldn't do that because that man also had brought him and Carl to a farm where there was a doctor who would treat Carl. So, in a way, that man had saved Carl's life. Now Carl was peacefully treated by the doctor.
Tyreese had separated from Rick to inform the others about Carl. They had arrived at the farm a couple of minutes after Rick did. Lori gave him a relieved hug but then asked him about Carl.
"He's ok," said Rick. "This guy's working on him. He seems to know what he's doing,"
He better did.
He did.
The doctor came out of the farmhouse, his hands bloody, telling them that Carl was going to be ok. He then introduced himself as Hershel Greene. Then, he introduced the residents of the Greene Family Farm.
There was Lacey; his eldest daughter, Arnold, Maggie, Billy; his youngest son and twin daughters Susie and Rachel. There were also a guilty-looking Otis, the guy who shot Carl, and his girlfriend, Patricia.
Hershel asked Lacey to show the guests where they could stay. Later, Lori and Rick went to stay by Carl's side.
"He looks so peaceful, so content..." said Lori, watching the unconscious Carl on his bed. "I hope he's having wonderful dreams and enjoying his break from all of the madness that is going on out there..."
"Maybe a wet dream would help," shrugged Rick. "Some pleasure would never hurt,"
"Rick! He is not a teen yet,"
"And you can't call him a kid either," said Rick. "When he's ready, I can tell him about the talk,"
Meanwhile, Tyreese went to talk to Otis, who was very worried about Carl. Otis said he wouldn't hurt a fly, but, Tyreese said what was done was done. Tyreese said Rick had been under a lot of stress, recounting Donna's death at Wiltshire Estates, telling him Carl's shooting just made him snap. Otis recounted his experiences with Wiltshire as well, having barely made it out alive. He mentioned the possibility of Atlanta being another safe haven, but, Tyreese darkly told him otherwise, remembering their departure from the Wiltshire Estate, when the walkers had killed one of the group member, Donna.
A few hours later, Hershel awakened Rick and Lori and told them that his son was awake. Lori and Rick ran to their son.
"Where's my hat?" asked Carl immediately.
"How are you feeling, Carl? Does it still hurt?" asked Rick frantically.
"My shoulder does," murmured Carl. "Bad,"
"Don't worry, son, you're going to be ok..."
"Nobody better not have taken my hat," said Carl, smiling.
"Don't worry, kiddo," came a deep voice. "I've been keeping it warm for you," Tyreese entered the room and gave Carl his cowboy hat. While watching Carl looking very much alive and happy, Tyreese told Rick that Otis was very sorry.
But Rick had a tough time accepting Otis' indirect apology since he shot his son after all. And it seemed that Carl knew what they were discussing. Rick explained everything to his son, and Carl said he was happy nevertheless because he got to meet new people. Carol and Sophia arrived in Carl's room. Everyone left Carl and Sophia alone. Sophia stated she was happy that Carl was okay and kissed him on the cheek. Carl hated that but to his surprise, something welled down under his lower abdomen.
Later that dinner, Rick said to Hershel he's got quite the set-up there, noting how Tyreese probably felt when he bumped into Rick's group and saw their canned food. Tyreese joked that the next guy he bumped into was going to be running a restaurant.
Later, Hershel and Rick were leaning over the fence, watching the horses minding their own businesses. Hershel told Rick about his former life, his life before shit hit the fan. Hershel grew up with his father at the farm but always wanted to be a veterinarian. Hershel told Rick about his wife who passed away almost six years ago, and that his father's last wish was that Hershel could take care of the farm.
Hershel reminded Rick that he and the others could sleep in the RV, but Rick asked about the barn next to the house.
"The barn, you don't want to go in there, trust me," said Hershel calmly. "That's where we keep all our dead ones,"
And an intense fundamental argument ensued. Hershel proclaimed nobody understood what was going on after Rick said they'd been killing the walkers. Rick countered that they did know the undead were trying to eat them and it's dangerous to keep them so close to his house. He went on, saying they should kill every walker in the barn before the walkers killed them. Hershel exclaimed his son Shawn Greene was bitten and turned before their arrival and, not knowing what else to do, he kept him and all other undead they found in the barn.
Rick widened his eyes, his anger subsided instantly. Sympathy washed over him but that didn't stop him from standing his ground. Rick told Hershel 'Shawn' in the barn was not his son. Hershel furiously knocked him back, reiterating they didn't understand the outbreak and that it could be anything, while Rick continued to argue the opposite. Eventually, Tyreese stepped in and calmed Rick down. Hershel ended the argument by bitterly assuring Rick the barn was completely safe and no walker would get out, and Rick hesitantly backed down.
The next morning, Rick went to meet Hershel, who was giving the pigs food. "Morning," said Rick, a little bit nervously.
"Oh hey, good morning, yourself," said Hershel. Rick was slightly surprised at how cheerful Hershel sounded. "Did your crew sleep ok last night?"
"Yeah, they had a little extra room since Lori and I stayed with Carl in your house last night," said Rick, trying to sound casual. "They got as much sleep as ever, I mean. We don't get much sleep anymore, any of us,"
"I can't imagine how you people made it out at that camp of yours," said Hershel, pouring another bucket of barley, wheat and corn into the feeding basin. "I feel insecure enough sleeping in my own house. But I know what you mean. I haven't had a good night's sleep in quite some time,"
"Listen man, I wanted to apologise for last night," said Rick. "I really didn't mean to jump your shit like that. I've been little on edge since Carl got shot and I was way out of line,"
"I understand. We're all a little on edge, it's only natural. I didn't take offence,"
"Still, I just want to let you know that I really do appreciate all you've done for Carl, and you allowing us to stay here,"
"Don't mention it," said Hershel simply. "I'm just doing what I can to help my fellow man,"
Rick let out a sigh in relief and smiled. But as he walked away though, Hershel stopped him and said, "And Rick, your son had his puberty last night,"
Rick stared.
"W-What?"
"Yeah, I found the sheet damp, thought he peed the bed at first," said Hershel and he turned to Rick with a blank look on his face. "And he seemed to think the same too. Does he know about it?"
"Er—no," said Rick awkwardly.
"Well, he ought to because he is so confused," said Hershel and he left Rick, carrying the empty bucket.
Carl was enjoying his chicken soup when Rick entered the room. At first, Rick just stared at his son. The news of his son having a wet dream was enough to make him hard. He didn't know what he was thinking, it was so wrong, yet he was still thinking about it, still hard and huge, still horny for his son.
Rick stared at Carl taking a spoonful of soup into his mouth. He watched as the soup disappeared from the spoon as it came out of Carl's mouth, leaving only his saliva on it.
"Daddy, you ok?"
Carl had lifted his eyes from his food to Rick, who then snapped out of his dreamy trance. He coughed awkwardly and stood up straight before approaching Carl's bed.
His cock was acting like a metal detector, which sounded its alarm when it detected something, but in his case, his cock seemed to get harder and bigger when Rick got closer to him.
"So..." Rick gave another cough. "I heard you wet your bed this morning,"
"I didn't mean to," Carl said, turning a shade of velvet red. "It's embarrassing, you know, I thought wetting beds only a baby would do!"
"No, no, no!" said Rick quickly. "It's completely normal, especially at your age,"
"What do you mean?"
Rick nervously shifted on the bed; his cock twitched within Rick's tight trousers, desperate to get out.
"Do you know about sex?"
The word had come out of his mouth before he could stop it. However, Carl only blinked. Rick counted that as a no.
"Well, having sex is when a man and a woman fused into one," said Rick, trying to tell Carl the hardest topic of all time in the simplest form of explanation. And it was hard. Carl was still confused, so Rick decided to explain from the start, about puberty, cum, masturbation, hormones, sex and marriage. "Adults have sex to have babies,"
"Just like you and Mom?" said Carl innocently. "Just like you and Shane in the woods?" Carl gasped. "Are you having a baby?"
Rick chuckled. Carl had seen Shane raping him so it wasn't exactly Carl's fault for thinking that. "Well, it only works between a man and a woman,"
Carl nodded thoughtfully, turning away in deep thoughts. Then, as fast as he had turned away, he turned back to his father.
"Can you show me?" he asked so suddenly Rick almost choked on his own spit.
"Carl, that's—"
His eyes met Carl's. They were pleading and looked so innocent. Rick gulped and cursed under his breath. "Fine," breathed Rick shakily and he stood up before going to lock the door.
After that, he went back to sit next to Carl, who was grinning. "So, what do we do first?" asked Carl excitedly. Rick smiled and said, "We kiss,"
Without any hesitation, Carl smacked his lips to his father's. Rick certainly didn't expect this attack but he soon started to enjoy it. They kissed lightly at first, then harder and harder. Soon they were frenching. Rick felt his arm levitate and his naughty hand reach down to play with Carl's hardening erection.
Carl shuddered and whimpered. He broke off the kiss as Rick went to kiss his neck, nibbling it.
"Do that again, Daddy—ah—"
Rick climbed over Carl, pressing him onto the bed. He did it carefully though to not cause any more harm to his injured shoulder.
His lips moved over to Carl's naked chest. He licked the erected nipples. They were so cold and warm at the same time. After that, Rick moved down to his bare torso, he kissed it, tickling it slightly with his tongue. And lastly, he had reached down to Carl's pants, which were tented by Carl's boyhood.
Rick pulled the pants down and stared at Carl's six-inch cock in awe. "It looks so beautiful," breathed Rick. "So, perfect..."
He licked the tip, and that caused a massive reaction. Carl was so shocked at the pleasure that he jumped and almost fell off the bed. Rick didn't stop, he continued to play with Carl's tip, which was now starting to leak his sperm. And then without warning, Rick pushed his head down, taking in his son's cock.
Carl had moaned loudly but luckily, he had covered his mouth. Rick tried hard not to smile and gently started to work it. He swirled his tongue over Carl's cock head and teased Carl's balls.
Carl's ass started to twitch and shake and Rick pushed Carl's cock all the way into his throat. He gagged slightly. Rick thought he ought to get used to sucking cocks by now since he had done this for like...two or three times now.
Rick ran his hand down Carl's legs and massaged his tight little ass. He then crept between his asscheeks and slid two fingers smoothly into him. And he had quickly found his prostate.
Carl's cock jerked and he moaned, "No, Daddy. Please don't stop. Do it again," Rick continued to slowly bob his head up and down, in and out of Carl's cock. "Mmmm....Yes. Oh, ohhh, yessssss," Carl moaned and cummed.
As a first-timer, Rick was surprised at how much cum Carl had been able to shoot. When Rick pulled Carl's cock out, some cum got out and dropped onto the twitching cock.
Rick swallowed down the load and tasted the saltiness and bitterness of his son's semen. "You taste so good, son," said Rick and he climbed over Carl again before kissing him.
Rick and Carl exchanged fluids, the latter could taste his own cum. Rick detached from Carl, who still wanted more, and hovered a few inches off Carl's chest, his hard cock displayed before Carl.
Carl was gawking at the sight of this huge beast, scanning it from the tip down to the humongous hanging balls. He then stuck his tongue out and licked the underside of Rick's cock. Carl was hesitating but Rick just stayed still in patience. After what seemed like an eternity, Carl took it all into his mouth and started to work Rick's balls with his tongue.
"You like it, Carl?" said Rick. "Do you want me to stop?"
Carl shook his head and started moving his head. He gagged several times but managed to hold it in to not break this intense moment.
He was feeling and enjoying.
He loved the taste of his father's cock in his mouth.
It was the hottest thing he had ever done.
From now on, no blowjobs would ever be as special as this one.
At one time, Carl choked and Rick had to pull out.
"Sorry," he heaved, letting out another few coughs.
"It's ok, baby," cooed Rick, lying next to Carl. "You'll learn,"
Carl smiled. "I wish I could say that I wish it was all over right now, but I don't," he said. "Because if I did, I wouldn't have Daddy's beautiful dick in my mouth,"
"And I don't want it to be over too," said Rick, stroking Carl's hair. "I want it to be something that you can always remember, something you can always look forward to,"
He leant forward and their lips met. Rick was gently rubbing Carl's pale back and Carl had his arms wrapped around his father. Rick brought his hands back to Carl's ass and played with it. Meanwhile, Carl brought his one hand down to Rick's shaft and got a trickle of precum onto his fingers. He licked up the precum. And he continued to jack Carl's cock.
"You have something else to look forward to as well," Rick breathed as they parted. "It won't be the cock in your mouth. It will be the cock in your ass,"
Carl grinned and turned his back on him. Rick grabbed his length and rubbed his cock up and down Carl's entrance. "Tell me if it hurts, ok?"
Carl nodded.
Rick took a deep breath and he pushed in. Carl hissed in agony, his fingers clawing the sheet of the bed. Rick, noticing this, slowed down and comforted his son assuringly. He leaned toward Carl and started to kiss Carl's neck.
Carl's pain was quickly replaced by pleasure. He moaned weakly. He grabbed Rick's head and moved it to his lips. At the same time, Rick started moving a bit faster now. They both moaned.
"Don't stop," Carl panted. "Ohhhhh!"
He felt Rick's cock stretch out of his ass. Rick continued to slowly work in and out of Carl's ass. Carl moaned and said, "Faster, Daddy. Harder,"
Rick took a break from sucking on Carl's neck, to reach around and play with his nipple. Meanwhile, his hips were moving on their own. "Fuck," Rick found himself cursing in front of his son. "Sorry,"
"It's ok, Daddy," said Carl. "Ohh, ohhh, yessssssssss!" Carl moaned and his cock twitched and released another load of cum. Rick then pulled out of Carl's ass and stroked it.
"Get ready for it, Carl," Rick said. Carl groaned.
"I am so ready for it," he said.
Rick then slowly worked it into Carl's ass. He rubbed his cock up and down the crack of Carl's ass.
"You have a gorgeous ass, son," said Rick. "You are a sex machine. I love looking at you and loving your ass. You are the most perfect child I could ever have,"
He started to slowly work his cock in and out of Carl's ass. Carl started to whimper and chuckled. "A single 'I love you' is enough, Daddy,"
Rick chuckled wryly and leaned in to kiss his silly son of his. Rick gave another several thrusts into Carl and stopped as his cock pulsed and spilt his seeds into the little Grimes. Rick and Carl stopped kissing and stayed still in each other's embrace.
"That was amazing," whispered Rick, wrapping his arms around Carl. "Did you like it?"
"I absolutely love your cock in my ass," said Carl, nuzzling his father's arms. "And Dad? Can we have sex every day from now on?"
Rick chuckled. "Anything for you, my baby,"