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it was already past midnight when carl started to shift in his father's lap, letting out a delicate sound as he nuzzled into the muscular chest. the two of them had been laying on the couch for many hours, watching scary movies throughout the whole night. carl had started drifting off during the middle of the forth movie, but rick didn't have it in him to wake the boy up- he hadn't been getting enough rest for the past few months. rick had lost his lover but carl had lost his mother, who he'd known since the moment he opened his eyes. the old man was only able to cope because he still had his little boy- his little carl.
as his son slept in his lap, he thought about how grateful he was to have his sweet boy. everything about carl was perfect to him- down to every last detail. the little child was so loyal and strong- a wonderful example for all of the other kids in their miserable world- and he'd raised him to be that way. carl was only thirteen years old, and he was already growing into the most respectable young man- rick was so unbelievably proud.
rick and carl had always shared a close and vulnerable relationship but they somehow became even closer after the death of his beloved wife. the boy had begun to insist on sleeping in the same bed with his father and even started professing his love a lot more often. and while rick felt bad for the grieving child, he was grateful that he was able to spend more time with his little boy.
when his wife passed away during childbirth, carl went from hanging out by the fence with the walkers and frightening almost every person around him to snuggling up with his father and asking for hugs. all of the sudden, the boy wanted to spend every single moment with him. at first, rick had initially felt sorry for the boy, putting the pieces together and figuring that loneliness and depression must have been the cause of his sudden affection.
but... after the grieving started to fade and the light started to shine in carl's eyes again, the boy started to act a bit strange. at one point, carl made it his mission to bust open and look through all of the lockers, somehow finding one that was full of feminine clothes, including a short, blue skirt. the child was so pleased when it fit and didn't fall past his small hips, running up to his father and asking if he liked it. the first reaction was confusion and then shock- why was his little boy wearing a skirt and where on hell did he find it? he had no idea why a male prison would have clothing as such but he knew that sketchy stuff went down in places like this, sometimes. it filled his mind with sinful thoughts- like, was carl wearing a skirt that some guy had prostituted himself in?
instead of horror, he felt arousal. it was something that he had never felt before when looking at or thinking of his son. well, he had but he thought it was just biological- a coincidence, just bad timing. like; when he would catch a glimpse of the boy with nothing but a towel around his waist- droplets of water on his chest as he walked to his bedroom from the shower. rick had successfully convinced himself that it was just like morning wood- random and not caused by any particular reason. but in that moment, as he stared at the boy who was wearing the tiniest little skirt which matched his plaid, bright blue flannel, it was hard to deny what he was feeling in his gut- in his pants.
not only did he have to deal with that awful realization, but carl had also started calling rick his 'daddy' again. it wasn't a fetish that he'd ever dabbled in- his wife had never used that title when referring to him. and while his body may have repeatedly became excited while seeing his son in an exposed way, rick had never gotten excited from his own son labeling him as such. it was innocent and sweet but now, the word coming from the teen's mouth- it sounded almost sultry.
rick didn't know what the hell was going on, but he knew that he was a sick man for liking it all. it was must have been the cause of that damn skirt- it barely even covered his ass- something that rick really shouldn't have noticed. but how could he not? it was his own child's body, after all and he was allowed to look if he wanted. and to be fair, he was caught off guard when his little boy ran up to him, doing a little spin and flashing his pretty little teeth as he smiled so brightly. rick didn't know that his boy could look so pretty like that- he hated to think of his son as pretty but it was a lot less filthy than any other words that he could think of.
as if calling him daddy and dressing like a cheap whore wasn't enough, he started to touch himself in bed while he thought his father was asleep. the first time he had heard it- the nestling of clothing, the unsteady breathing that got heavier and heavier, the little gasps that eventually turned into whimpers of pleasure- he nearly lost his self control.
rick had to tell himself that it was because he wasn't getting laid but he knew it wasn't normal, even if he was pent up. it was getting to the point where he didn't trust himself around his son anymore- especially when he was wearing that little skirt. the way that it hugged his small hips and accentuated his delicate frame- the way it matched his baby blue eyes and made them shine like diamonds- the way that you could nearly see the little white briefs underneath it- which rick had bought for the boy. it was all too much for the old man and he'd be lying if he said that his mind hadn't wandered to some dangerous places while he relieved himself.
rick was snapped out of his trail of thoughts when his son's breathing became unsteady and louder as he slept, quietly mumbling a few incoherent words. rick smiled to himself at the pure cuteness and leaned in a little bit, trying to make out what was being said, if anything. but when he realized that his boy was moaning, his eyes widened and his stomach twisted into a knot. suddenly, he could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he stared at the little boy, his eyes lidded.
carl's small lips were slightly parted and he was drooling a bit, a few squeaky whines escaping his throat. it was unfair, how soft and pink those little lips were... and how they were forbidden from his touch. rick knew for a fact that he needed to wake his boy up before he started getting uncomfortably excited underneath him- he didn't know if he could control himself. but, before the older man could even move to wake the boy up, he heard a few slurred words coming from his cute mouth.
"daddy... mhm... please..."
when rick heard those words, he felt his pants tighten to an unbelievable extent- his large cock pressing up against the zipper of his pants. he couldn't believe what was happening- was his innocent little boy having a wet dream about him? rick had been making silly excuses for carl's slutty behavior for weeks, blaming himself for being so attracted to the child, all to find out the boy was doing it all on purpose? it couldn't be true- his sweet boy must have been in distress, fighting walkers in his deep sleep- they must have been moans of discomfort and not pleasure. anything to deny what was happening between the two of them- just more excuses that he was making for his whore of a child. and to make matters worse, the kid was now stirring around, practically rutting against his father.
rick tried to remind himself that he needed to wake carl up and put him to bed but he didn't know how he could. if he tried to wake the child now, he'd feel his father's hardened cock against his small bottom. he didn't want to scare his poor boy, so he decided to just sit there and ride it out.
"it's okay, sweetie.." rick whispered to the boy, running his hands through his brown hair, which was dampening with his arousal. the kid started breathing more heavily when rick touched him, as if he was getting pleasure from it. rick paused for a moment, realizing that he probably shouldn't be touching the boy right now. rick knew in his heart that it was wrong to be sweet talking and caressing his teen son while he was having a wet dream but in his head, he somehow rationalized it. the man told himself that he was only comforting his boy and soothing him through it, like a good father should. so he kept on stroking his fingers through carl's soft hair, comforting the trembling child as he desperately tossed and turned and whimpered.
"dad... please .." carl whispered hoarsely in his sleep, unconsciously rubbing his small butt against the front of rick's jeans. the older man had to bite his tongue to stop himself from making any noise- it felt so good to have the boy grinding against him. a part of him wondered if he was helping his boy out. rick wanted to know if his sweet talk was easing the boy through his naughty dream.
the boy was practically begging his father to touch him and he looked so genuinely desperate for it, even as he slept. the man was starting to get achingly hard- his cock was pulsating against the boy, longing for release. rick so badly wanted to get up leave so that he could jerk off- he needed release himself of some pressure. he didn't know how much more teasing he could take from his sweet kid.
rick slowly took his free hand and trailed it down his son's chest- which was completely bare- all the way down to his soft tummy. he rested his hand there for a moment, debating on whether or not he should act on his intrusive thoughts. it didn't take long for rick to decide that he needed to touch his sweet boy. so, he hesitantly moved his hand to the front of carl's skirt and started rubbing at the little bulge. the small cock started to twitch and pulse with need under his delicate caress, seeming like it was close to finishing already. carl let out a long string of desperate moans when rick drew circles on it with his fingertips, teasing him a little.
"shh.. it's okay, sweetheart.." rick purred to his sweet child as he rubbed him through the material. carl let out a long whine and pressed his face into rick's neck, basking in the praise and reassurance. it didn't take long before the small boy was stirring himself to consciousness, his pretty eyelashes batting with confusion, slowly turning his head to look up at his father. rick immediately removed his free hand from the boy, silently cursing himself for being so perverted. the man's face was full of guilt- he could only hope that he hadn't made his sweet boy uncomfortable- that was the last thing that he ever wanted.
"daddy...?" the boy asked in a whiney voice, his voice coming out weak as he tried to catch his breath. rick gulped, bringing his rough hand back to carl's little face just so that he could cup his cheek and look into his innocent eyes.
"yes, baby?" rick answered gruffly, his thumb stroking across carl's pink bottom lip as he spoke. the teen looked around the room for a moment, as if he didn't know where he was. he must have been a bit disoriented from being so tired.
"what were you doing to me, daddy?" the boy asked, turning his head to look down at his skirt, which had a small tent in it. rick paused for a moment, his stomach twisting with shame and regret. he didn't even know what to say- there was no way that he could lie to his sweet boy on top of violating his sleeping body. the man wasn't thinking- he thought carl would achieve an orgasm in his sleep, coating his little briefs in cum. all that he wanted was to help his sweet little boy feel better- so he thought it was only fair to tell him just that.
"i was... just helping you feel better, sweetheart. you sounded like you needed me." rick told him, his voice coming out hoarse from his arousal. carl batted his lashes as he looked up at his father with big, pleading eyes.
"w-why did you stop, daddy?" carl asked innocently, his lips parted as he wiggled his hips and tried to regain some of that friction. but when rick froze in place, seeming to be contemplating what to do, the boy adjusted himself in his father's lap so that he was sitting his his lap. carl was still very sleepy but that wasn't going to stop him from making a move on his father- from getting the love and attention that he had been craving. rick was speechless as his son ground down against him, letting out little whines as he did. he slowly moved his hands around the small form until they were wrapped tightly around carl's hips, squeezing possessively at the soft skin. the boy let out a soft little sound, continuing to rock his hips against his father.
"carl..." the older man groaned as he lifted up the boy's skirt, only to find that he wasn't wearing his underwear- his perfect little pink cock pressing up against his tummy. rick nearly growled with hunger- he couldn't wait to finally touch his perfect little boy- he'd been waiting for this moment for so long. the young boy blushed at the tone of his father's voice and reached down to stop his father's greedy hands.
"l-let me, daddy! i want to take care of you." carl's eyes were soft but also filled with rebellion as he spoke, making it nearly impossible for rick to deny his request. the older man stilled his hands, looking deeply into his young boy's eyes.
"you're my boy, carl. that's my job." rick tried to tell the boy as he got lost in his baby blue eyes- the ones that matched his own. carl let out a small giggle and bit his lip, shaking his head as he leaned in slowly. at first, rick expected a kiss from his boy. but to his surprise, he felt carl's soft lips all over his neck, nibbling next to his jawline. rick couldn't stop himself from letting out a choked moan, his hips rocking back and forth, pressing his erection against the little butt on top of him. carl seemed to be encouraged by his dad's reaction, so he continued kissing down his chest, his hot breath ghosting over the rough, dirty skin.
"please, daddy. just let me." the younger boy practically begged, his mouth salivating at the thought of touching his father. carl had wanted this for so long and he always felt like such a perverted child, thinking that his father would never feel the same and that he was sick. to find out that his father wanted him as well, was such a delight- all he wanted was to make his dad feel good.
and being in complete bliss, rick didn't say a word as his son slowly made his way down his chest. the man only groaned and tugged on his son's hair as he started nibbling at his hard nipples through his shirt.
when carl paused and looked up at his dad, they both knew what was about to happen.
when rick didn't move to stop the boy, carl took it as a sign to keep going. the child slowly slid down between his father's legs as he planted his knees onto the floor, sliding his small hands up his father's thighs, nervously staring at the large bulge in his pants. the boy was obviously intimidated by the size, judging by the timid look on his face. the kid took a moment before he reached out his shaky hand out to touch it, innocently looking up at his father while he did. rick immediately let out a moan from the innocent touch, his bulge twitching against carl's small fingers through the fabric. it was only covered by a worn out pair of boxers and the musky scent of his father was driving carl to madness- he wanted to put it in his mouth, like he saw in one of the comics he had read.
"you're... you're so big, dad." carl said in a small voice, bashfully looking up his father while he complimented him. rick couldn't help but smirk at the adorable comment as he ran his hand's through his son's hair, admiring the beauty of the child that he had created.
"you don't have to do this for me, sweetheart." rick reassured the boy, stroking his blushing cheek with his thumb as he spoke to him. carl bit his lip and wiggled his hips excitedly, fiddling with his father's belt buckle for a moment.
"let me make you happy, daddy." the boy said in a desperate voice, somehow finding the courage to rub at the hard bulge through the thoroughly dampened fabric. carl was shocked by how hard his father was- the boy's mouth was watering as he felt his own cock filling with even more excitement. rick couldn't argue with the boy, especially with how adorable he looked while getting on his knees. and when the boy leaned in and started curiously licking at his length through the fabric, he nearly came in his boxers. the man's grip on the boy's hair tightened as he couldn't help but to moan, urging him to keep going.
"you taste so good, daddy." the boy mumbled against his father's underwear, blushing as he mouthed excitedly at the material. rick gulped at the innocent words, his cock twitching against his son's mouth.
when his boy finally pulled out his aching cock, it was rock hard and the entire head was pink and covered in precum.
the young boy's eyes widened when he saw how enormous his father was, feeling his stomach twist with arousal as he stared at it. rick seemed to notice his son's surprise, so he used his thumb to stroke at carl's flushed cheek. he didn't want his poor boy to feel intimidated, so he decided to offer a couple words of comfort.
"you don't have to do anything, carl..." the older man tried to reassure the young boy, using a soft tone of voice. before he could even finish what he was going to say, carl wrapped his little hand around him and started pumping it up and down. the older man bit his lip and let out a groan, his cock twitching in the grasp of carl's sweaty fingers.
the older man couldn't believe that his little boy was actually touching him like this- he even seemed to be enjoying himself, too. when rick had started to moan, the small boy didn't seem so shy anymore. in fact, it only took a few seconds before carl gained the confidence to put his mouth on his father- giving it a few little licks before swirling his tongue around the swollen head.
rick bit his lip as he felt carl's soft mouth around him, getting lost in the feeling of it. after a moment, the hesitant flicking of the tongue was over and the sweet boy was eagerly trying to take his dad's cock into his throat, gagging a little as he did. rick groaned and took the boy's chin between his thumb and forefinger, helping the boy to move his mouth up and down.
"awh, good boy." rick encouraged the teen, staring down at him with lust filled eyes as he kept sucking eagerly. carl was trying to take all of rick's cock in his mouth now, not giving a damn if he choked on it. all that he cared about in that moment was making his dad cum down his throat. the dirty praise that his father gave him seemed to encourage the boy, his eyes watering as he took rick even further past his soft lips. carl was wiggling his tongue under rick's shaft while he excitedly suckled, starting to bob his head back and forth with the help of his father. the boy was simply trying to copy what he'd seen in his porn comics, not at all knowing if he was doing a good job or not.
though, judging from rick's constant stream of grunts, carl was doing a fantastic job. it only took a few more moments for the older man to feel his orgasm build up- and he didn't know what to do. he wanted to cum down carl's throat so badly but he didn't want to scare him off. it was surprising how quickly the child was bringing him to climax, almost as if he'd done it before. the thought somehow made him angry while also making his cock twitch- what if it wasn't carl's first time with a cock in his sweet mouth? it could have been a boy at his school, the rebellious older kid that lived next door, or maybe even one of his teachers. the older man's fingers tightened in carl's soft hair, grasping a little bit too harshly as he moved his child's head back and forth, showing him how to properly suck on a cock.
"you done this before, boy?" rick asked in an accusatory tone, staring down at him with an intimidating look. when the boy turned his head upwards to meet his eyes, his pink lips and chin were soaked in drool and pre cum. the kid looked completely wrecked, causing his sudden and jealous thoughts to subside a little bit.
"n-no, i haven't." the boy replied in a raspy voice after pulling his mouth off of the thick length, his throat aching from the face-fucking he'd been receiving. rick's lustful blue eyes softened a little, seeming to calm down a bit from the clarification. the man felt his chest swell with pride- he had raised such a good boy- he should have known that carl had kept his legs and mouth closed.
"good... you're doing good, carl." rick managed to say, his cock twitching in the boy's small hands. carl seemed to be very pleased by his father's words, from the way he started rubbing his shaking thighs together. the cute boy seemed to be trying to pleasure himself, letting out little whimpers while he did.
before rick could even try to help his son, the sweet boy lifted his father's thighs and rested them on top of his shoulders. at first, the older man was confused but then his boy spoke up, breaking the heavy silence between them.
"i want you to.. f-fuck my mouth, daddy..." the teen spoke in a hesitant voice, slowly moving his hand up and down rick's cock as he spoke. the man let out a long and raspy groan, his grip tightening in carl's hair.
"language , carl..." the older man tried to keep his composure but it was hard with how good his son's fingers felt around him. he thought about it for a moment, considering whether or not he should actually use his boy like that. rick didn't want to hurt carl but the idea of fucking his mouth was so hot.
"i'm sorry, dad. will you... put it in my throat, please?" the young boy rephrased his pervious question as innocently as he possibly could.
rick shuddered, letting out a defeated sigh as he nodded his head, finally giving into carl's sweet request. when the teen took his dad's cock in his mouth once again, he moaned enthusiastically around it. since the older man knew his kid was waiting, he gave him what he wanted and started slowly rocking his hips.
when his large size hit the back of the boy's throat, wet tears filled his eyes as he gagged on it. rick didn't even notice, though. the man was in so much pleasure that he had his eyes squeezed shut, his head thrown back onto the couch as he kept moving his hips.
carl didn't seem to mind the harsh treatment, he only kept sucking and tried to take as much of it as he could. the boy was even touching himself now- his skirt was lifted up and he was moving his small hand up and down his own aching little cock.
when rick felt like he was going to cum, he finally opened his eyes to look down at his adorable boy. when he noticed that carl was touching himself, he threw his head back and let out a long moan, finishing down the boy's throat, pushing his head all the way down while he did.
when carl finally pulled off from his father's slowly softening cock, he was a gasping and drooling mess. the boy's cheeks were bright pink and his lips were swollen, cum leaking out from the corners of his mouth. somehow, the boy understood what he was supposed to do and swallowed the seed that was in his mouth.
"fuck, carl. that's my good boy." rick groaned, trying his hardest to catch his breath while he stroked carl's chin with his thumb. the young boy blushed when he heard his father cussing, his cock hardening even more from the praise. carl let out a needy whine as a response, licking the cum off his lips while he stared up at his dad with the cutest puppy eyes.
"oh, sweet boy." rick said with pity when he noticed just how hard his poor boy was and how fast his hand was moving up and down on his little cock. carl's small member was leaking so much and it was bright red, practically twitching in his fingers as he tried to stroke himself to climax.
"daddy.." the boy complained in a high pitched voice, waiting for his father to finally help him with his little problem. rick didn't disappoint the small teen, and he wasted no time as he pulled the boy back into his lap. the child let out a little gasp when he felt his dad's hands on him, shocked to finally be touched by the sweet old man.
when rick wrapped his large hand around the boy's aching little cock, carl immediately let out a long mewl of pleasure. the boy was now gasping and bucking his hips as his father stroked him, trying to thrust onto his fingers like a needy whore. rick was sure that if carl didn't cum soon, he'd get hard again- the sight was just far too pretty.
"good boy." the man gently praised, focusing on the head of the boy's small length now as he watched him melt completely. when the boy finally reached his orgasm, he let out a long whimper, kicking his legs in ecstasy while he buried his flushed face into rick's neck. rick kept touching the little boy even after he finished, causing the boy squirm and push his father away.
"thanks, dad..." the boy rasped, his arms wrapped tightly around rick while he gasped for air, trying to catch his breath. the man let out a sigh and rested his chin on the boy's head, holding his child closely, starting to rub his back in a comforting manner. rick tried to think of what to say to his boy as he laid back, pulling his boy closer to him.
"of course, carl." the man purred to carl, who was still a whimpering and shaking, causing the older man to melt from his cuteness. it didn't take long for the cute boy to fall asleep in his arms again, probably because he was already so tired to begin with.
as rick held the unconscious boy in his big and strong arms, he promised himself that he'd never touch carl like that ever again. the man knew that it was perverted and he didn't want to hurt his precious boy. but at the end of the day, rick knew that he'd never be able to resist the child. carl was just too damn cute for any man to resist, even his own father.