Date: Thu, 26 Dec 2013 20:25:57 -0500 From: OCM Subject: Strange Love in a Zombie Apocalypse Part 1 This story involves a romantic relationship between an adult and a child. The usual disclaimers apply. Also, as the title suggests, there are some sci-fi elements to this story. If you're just looking for a quick wank, this story isn't for you. "Strange Love in a Zombie Apocalypse" "This way!" I shouted, as I motioned forward. I had gone the wrong way however, and no sooner had the words left my mouth than the door came crashing down. A large horde of the decaying undead monsters came toppling in. I did my best to fend them off with my hatchet, decapitating as many of them as I could, while simultaneously working my way in the other direction. "Watch out behind you!" Just then, Tim, one of my best friends, was bitten in the neck. As the foul creature chewed into his flesh, I watched as strands of muscle and nerves were ripped from him. I pulled out my handgun and shot the attacking zombie in the head, then, hesitantly, shot my friend in the same manner. There was no time to mourn. No doubt flocks of those bastards heard the shots and were now making there way in my direction. I dropped the supplies we had looted and ran for the door we came in through. I made my way, as fast as I could, to my waiting motorcycle. I quickly started it and sped away. A million thoughts rushed through my head as I made my way toward the highway. Sadly, Tim hadn't been the first friend or family member I had to put down. The emptiness in my mother's eyes when I showed up to her house to check on her was burnt into my mind. The smell of her rotting flesh. The sound she made when I lopped off her head. That was easily the hardest thing I've done in my life. I turned my focus to the purring of my Harley. This bike and the clothes on my back were all I had left. Where was I gonna go? I had reached the on ramp to the highway. Abandoned cars lined the road. I slowed down to weave around them. The contents of the stationary vehicles called to mind the horrors their owners must have endured. Entire families ripped apart. Literally. I ran over an indistinguishable body part. A hand maybe? Finally, the line of cars became too much to handle and I took the next exit. I rode on. Maybe I would go to my brother's house a few towns north, or maybe I would leave the state. I'd decided to just see where the road would take me. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Before all this started, I had owned and managed a bar. It had always been my dream and I couldn't have been happier to be living it. Life was finally going well. I had a beautiful home, an amazing boyfriend, a dog, and my bar. Everything I needed. Then the whole world turned to shit. My name is Aaron. I was 25 at the time this all went down. Dark brown hair, blue eyes. I was average height (about 6'0") and average weight. I didn't have much muscle definition, as I had only just started working out right before the outbreak. I definitely wasn't the strongest, but I had managed to survive this long using my intelligence. All the ladies (and a lot of the guys) were always telling me how good looking I was. I guess I kind of agreed with them. About a week prior, I was cuddling up with my boyfriend, Cole, to watch a movie when we heard what sounded like a knock at the door. Cole got up to answer it and that's when we saw our first zombie. Unfortunately for Cole, it was the last he would see. He was the first loved one I had to take out. Since then, I've seen thousands of the undead fucks, and countless lives taken by them. It only took a couple days for the city to lose power. If they'd figured out how this all started or what to do about it, none of us knew. We could occasionally get a weak radio signal, but all we heard was messages of panic and urging evacuation. From what we could tell, however, this was not an isolated thing, so there truly was nowhere to evacuate to. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- As I rode on, I turned down a dirt road leading to what seemed to be a sparsely populated rural area. The dust flying through the air as I drove through it made it difficult to breathe, but I pressed on. I noticed I was low on gas. I would need to keep that in mind. Several miles later, I finally saw a gas station in the distance. It was the old-fashioned, creepy kind of gas station you usually see in horror movies. I pulled in beside the ancient pump and turned off my bike. I tested the pump to make sure it worked, and luckily it did. I looked around to make sure there were no lingering undead before I began fueling. Just as I was about finished filling up, I heard a loud bang and three zombies busted out of the old store, creeping toward me. The moaning was enough to drive a man insane. The dragging of limbs, the shuffling. It was unbearable. I made my way toward them, and quickly disposed of them with my hatchet. I returned to my motorcycle, which was now overflowing. I quickly pulled the nozzle out and shut off the pump. I found an old rag lying near the pump and decided it would be good for wiping up the excess fuel. As I wiped the wasted gas from my bike, I heard the faint sound of screaming. It was heard to tell, but I was almost sure I heard "help!". It was a high pitched voice and I couldn't decide if it was a woman or a child. Regardless, I knew I had to help. I ran in the direction of the scream, across the dirt road and into a patch of woods. Now, I knew that running into the woods in the middle of a zombie apocalypse was not the smartest idea, but I felt a moral obligation to help this person. I ran through the trees, leaped over a small stream and there I saw him. There was a young boy who had made his way up a tree and there were two ghouls on the ground trying to get to him. "Help!" he screamed again, this time in my direction, having noticed I was there. I ran over and took out the two zombies with my hatchet. I looked around to make sure there weren't anymore of them around before helping him down from the tree. "Are you okay?" I asked as I put him down on his feet. He nodded, still looking completely terrified. He stood in front of me now. If I had to guess, I would have said he was no older than 8. He was absolutely beautiful. He had messy brown hair that came just down to his big brown eyes. His little nose curved upward slightly. His lips were thin and pink. His skin was tan, not too tan, but just dark enough to drive me wild. As my eyes moved up and down this amazing specimen, I could tell he was very thin, although his t-shirt fit rather loosely on him. He was wearing camo cargo shorts and I couldn't help but notice the wet spot in the front of them. I think he could tell I noticed. "I was so scared. I thought I was gonna die," he said, looking embarrassed. "It's okay. I got you," I said, trying to reassure him. "So where's your family?" He looked to the ground, then over at the two indisposed zombies by the tree. "There," he said, pointing at the zombies. I didn't know what to say. This poor kid had just been orphaned, and to top it off, he just witnessed me decapitating his parents. "I'm so sorry," I said, not so much in an apologetic way, as a sympathetic tone, and I instinctively pulled him into a hug. "Thank you, for saving me," he said, wrapping his arms around me. I pulled him in closer, gently rubbing his back to console him. I could feel the wet spot on his shorts press against my leg. My cock began to harden. Without thinking, I asked him "would you like to come with me?" He nodded and I could see the slightest smile come across his face. "Come on," I said, motioning back toward the road. To my surprise, he grabbed my hand. I looked at him. "So we don't get separated," he said. We walked back out of the woods the way I came in. "I'm Aaron, by the way," I introduced myself, as we continued walking. "I'm Cameron," he responded. "Nice to meet you, Cameron," I said, somewhat jokingly. "How old are you?" "Ten. How old are you?" "How old do you think I am?" "I don't know, like thirty," he said, with a tiny giggle. "Not quite," I said, chuckling. We finally made it back to my bike. His eyes opened wide. "Wow, cool!" he said excitedly, looking at my Harley. "You ever ridden on one of these before?" "No, but I've always wanted to!" "Alright, well let's go. Do you need help getting up there." "I think I can do it." After some climbing and struggling he finally made it up onto the back seat of the bike. I grabbed my helmet out of my saddle bag and put it on him, tightening it as much as possible. I hopped on the motorcycle and started it. "Hold on tight!" I urged him and I felt him scoot up against me and wrap his arms tightly around me. I pulled out and rode down the road. As we went down the road, I could feel the wet spot on his shorts against my back. This combined with the vibrations had given me one hell of a hardon. The vibration must have gotten to him, too, because suddenly I could feel a small poke right where the wet spot was and then I could feel him adjusting himself. I silently chuckled to myself. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I drove for what must have been hours, through miles of farms and empty land. The sun was starting to go down. Time didn't matter anymore. There was day and night and that was all that really mattered. I gazed at the sunset. Even in these times of absolute horror, the beauty of nature was still enough to make you stop and forget all the bad things for the tiniest moment. Cameron had fallen asleep against me. This poor child had been through hell, and I was happy that I could be there to take care of him. I knew it would not be easy taking on this responsibility. It was hard enough feeding myself and keeping myself alive, but he needed me, and I wasn't going to let him down. We needed to find shelter for the night before it got too dark. A few minutes later, I noticed a large farmhouse up ahead and decided to check it out. I pulled in, looking around for zombies. I didn't see any and I stopped just in front of the house. I turned off my bike and I felt Cameron wake up and move around. "Hey, sleepyhead." "Where are we?" "We need to find somewhere to stay for the night. It's not safe out here when the sun goes down." I got off my bike and grabbed my backpack. Cameron followed, struggling to hop down off the backseat. We walked up onto the porch and I peeked in the window. The coast seemed clear. "Stay right here," I said as I approached the door. "I'm gonna go in to make sure the house is empty. Yell for me if you see anything." I tried the knob. It was locked, so I busted out the window and unlocked it from inside. I cautiously entered the house, keeping my eyes and ears pealed. I made my way through the huge house, from room to room, looking for any signs of the undead, as well as any useful supplies. In the kitchen I found a few canned goods, some rice and an unopened bottle of whiskey. I also grabbed the large ring of keys hanging by the back door, just in case. Just then, I hard a crash upstairs. I quickly made my way up the staircase. There, I found the family that lived here. Father, mother, daughter and son. Begrudgingly, I took them out, one by one, with my hatchet. Once I was sure they were all taken care of, I scoped out the rest of the second floor. I found what I assumed was the son's room. He had looked close to Cameron's age, maybe a little younger and smaller. I rummaged his dresser and found a few things I thought might fit Cameron, then made my way back downstairs. I continued checking doors and finally found the stairs to the basement. Unfortunately it was flooded. Well, this is a bust, it wouldn't be very safe to stay here longer than the night. I went back outside to get Cameron. He was not on the porch where I told him to stay. Shit! He's been my responsibility for no longer than a couple hours and I already lost him. I looked all around for him and saw no sign of him. Cautiously, I shouted for him. "Cameron! Where did you go?" "Over here! Come check see what I found!" I heard him respond. Relieved, I made my way toward his voice and found him around the back of the house. "There you are, thank god!" "Look!" He pointed at his discovery. It was a shed, but it was made of concrete. It had a reinforced door and looked completely out of place, but seemed like a perfect place to take refuge. He tried the door and found that it was locked. I grabbed the ring of keys I had found inside and started trying to unlock it, one key at a time. Finally, after inserting and turning the very last key, it opened up. We entered the shed carefully. It was fairly dark inside, as there were only two windows which were small and up high from the ground. There was an old wooden chair next to a work bench, which had a kerosene lantern sitting on it. Power tools lined the walls and a riding mower sat in there. Other than that, it was pretty empty. It was much bigger inside than it looked on the outside. This would work perfectly. I sat my bag down on the work bench and emptied out the contents. "We'll need to make a bed. I'm gonna go back in the house to find some blankets and pillows. Stay in here and lock the door. I will be right back. Do not go anywhere this time. I mean it." I urged. "I promise." Cameron responded solemnly. I rushed back into the house and found all the blankets and pillows I could and took them back to the shed. When I walked through the door, I saw Cameron sitting at the work bench looking at the things I had gathered from the house. He was holding the bottle of whiskey, examining it. "Planning on drinking that?" I asked, jokingly. "What is it?" he asked. "That's whiskey. It's alcohol." "Is that like beer?" "Yeah, kind of." I laid the blankets out on the concrete floor and made a makeshift bed. I laid the two pillows I found next to each other at the top of the "bed". I then walked back over to the workbench. "I almost forgot, I grabbed some clean clothes for you from in the house. You gotta get out of those pee-soaked shorts, you're starting to stink," I said, laughing, as I handed him a pair of shorts and underwear I found. "They look too small," he said, holding up the cartoon-print briefs I had grabbed. "Well, they'll have to do until we can find something that fits better. Now get changed." "Okay, but don't look!" I covered my eyes as he undid his shorts. I couldn't help but to peek through my fingers. I watched as he lowered his shorts to the floor, then slowly pulled down his (also camo) Fruit of the Loom boxer briefs. Unfortunately, he had turned the other direction at this point, so I couldn't see anything more than his beautiful butt. But it was still a wonderful sight to behold. He had a tan line where his shorts would be. He must have spent a lot of time outside shirtless. I continued watching as he squeezed into the size-too-small cartoon briefs. They had Spiderman printed on them with a red waistband and trim. They were pretty tight on him, which was super hot. By this point my hard dick was filling the front of my jeans. He proceeded to put on the athletic shorts that I brought him. They, too, were a little too small, but it was barely noticeable. As he turned around, I quickly closed my fingers over my eyes so he didn't know I was peeking. "Okay, you can open your eyes now," he said, totally oblivious. I moved my hand and looked him up and down. "See, you can't even tell those are too small. Now what did you do with your dirty clothes?" He pointed at them. I walked over and grabbed his shorts and undies, doing everything in my power to keep from sniffing them. I could faintly smell the urine wafting toward my nose, adding too my erection problem. I took his garments and hung them up on a couple empty hooks by the tools to finish drying. "You hungry?" I asked. "A little," Cameron responded. "Alright, let's see," I looked at the cans to see what I had grabbed, "we have baked beans, carrots, corn, green beans, and some tuna." "Umm, I'll have the corn." "Good choice," I grabbed the can of corn, and realized I hadn't grabbed a can opener, so I pulled out my pocket knife and used it to open the can. About five minutes of struggling later, I handed the open can of corn to Cameron. He dug into the can, using his hands to eat it. As he chowed down, I decided to eat the tuna. As we ate, we chatted a little. "So, do you have a girlfriend?" Cameron asked. "Nope. I don't like girls." I answered. "So, like, you're gay?" he asked, looking intrigued. "Yep. So what about you, do you have a girlfriend?" "I, um, I think I might, b-b-be.. gay.. too." "Oh really?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing! I tried to play it cool though, "so do you have a boyfriend then?" "No! You're the only person I've ever told that too." "Well, your secret's safe with me, bud." We smiled at each other and finished our dinner. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Later on, Cameron was looking around the shed at all the tools and everything, when I remembered the whiskey. I looked at the bottle, it was a cheap brand. I had kept it in stock at the bar for some of my frequent customers who preferred it. I opened it up and sniffed it. My stomach churned a little. I was never much of a whiskey drinker - I preferred beer over anything else - but I was dying for a drink at that point. I took a big swig of it. It was rough going down, but it was such a wonderful feeling as it worked down to my stomach. I took a couple more sips then turned to Cameron. I don't know what I was thinking when I offered him some. I knew it was wrong, but morals kind of went out the window when the apocalypse started. "It'll put hair on your chest," I joked. "I don't want hair on my chest!" "It's just an old saying," I laughed as I handed him the bottle. He took a sip. "Whoa!" He had a look of disgust on his face. "That tastes horrible! Why do people drink this?" "Well, if you drink enough of it, you'll get drunk, which feels good." "Oh, I wanna get drunk!" He took a few more sips of it and I took the bottle back from him. We passed it back and forth a few times. I made sure he didn't drink too much of it, while simultaneously drinking more than I probably should have. After a little while I could tell he was getting pretty drunk. He was singing some song that sounded vaguely familiar (I think some kind of One Direction or something) and dancing around. Meanwhile, I had a strong buzz going myself. "I have to pee!" he suddenly exclaimed. I knew it wasn't safe for him to go outside, so I looked around the shed for something he could pee in. I found an empty soda bottle in the corner and grabbed it. I stumbled a little when I stood up. I brought the bottle over to him and sat back down. He struggled to get the bottle open, so I helped him with it. He then, as if he no longer cared if I saw, pulled down the front of his shorts, letting his beautiful little cock out. It was small, maybe an inch and half flaccid, and cut. His little nutsack was tight and close to his body. There were no signs of hair anywhere. I held the bottle for him as he stuck the tip of his dick into the opening of the bottle. He must have been a shy pee-er, as it took him a minute to get started. After a moment, there was finally a quick spurt of pee that came out, followed by a full stream. He filled the bottle almost half way. I couldn't believe so much pee could come out of such a small boy. As he pulled his little member out of the bottle, a couple drops of pee hit my hand. I nonchalantly brought my hand to my mouth and licked it off. He then proceeded to pull his shorts down and step out of them. He pulled his tight little undies back up over his dick. He was standing there in nothing but a t shirt and pair of Spiderman undies. I was rock hard at this point and I knew I wouldn't be able to go much longer without touching him. And that's when he noticed. "Is your wiener hard?" he asked giggling. I don't know why I said what I said next - "Yeah, do you wanna see it?" He paused for a second, then responded "well you saw mine, so it's only fair!" I stood up and unbuttoned my jeans. I pulled them down and stepped out of them. My American Eagle boxer briefs were tented out. Slowly, I put my fingers into my waistband and pulled them down. My 6.5 inch hardon sprung out and almost hit Cameron in the chest. He stared at it, wide-eyed. He must have liked it because I could see his little dick getting hard inside his undies. Now, the thing about us both having been drinking is our inhibitions were practically non-existent. Without missing a beat, he reached his hand out and wrapped it around my cock. His soft hand felt amazing. Some pre-cum oozed out and got on his hand. "Did you pee on me?" he asked. "No, that's what's called pre-cum. You'll start getting it when you're older." "Oh, cool!" I took my underwear off the rest of the way, along with the rest of my clothes and walked over to our bed on the floor and sat down. I motioned him over in front of me. I helped him take off his socks, followed by his shirt. I then stuck my fingers in his waist band and slowly pulled down his undies. His boner got stuck on the waist band as I lowered them and bounced up as it got unhooked. It pointed straight up. It was now about 3.5 inches. I helped him step out of his undies and led him over so that his legs straddled mine. I layed back and sat him down so that his dick was right on top of mine. I grabbed both of our dicks in one hand and started rubbing them together. "That feels really good!" he exclaimed, in between high pitched sighs and moans. I kept this up for a couple minutes, and he instinctively started thrusting his hips back and forth. I was getting close to cumming so I knew I had to stop. I lifted him up by his butt cheeks and led him up so that his dick was at my mouth. I licked the head gently, as I fondled his pea-sized balls. I ran my tongue down his shaft and licked around the base of his cock and down to his scrotum. I pulled his whole nutsack into my mouth and sucked on it. He moaned in ecstasy. I released his balls from my mouth and licked my way back up his shaft before engulfing the entire length in my mouth. I slowly sucked on it, bobbing my head back and forth, then instructed him to start thrusting. He slowly bucked back and forth, moaning and squealing. I couldn't believe I was laying here in a shed in the middle of nowhere with a 10 year old fucking my mouth. Awesome! When I knew he was close to orgasm, I pulled my mouth off his cock and led him back down so that our dicks were touching again. I spit on my hand to lube it up and wrapped my hand around both of them. I started stroking, slowly at first, then picking up speed. I continued jerking us both off, as I felt the pressure building within me. The way he was thrusting, I knew he was also close. He moaned and writhed on top of me as I got closer and closer to cumming. I felt his dick start to pulsate and he moaned much louder than before, as I came, spurt after spurt. My cum covered my belly and my hand, as well as his belly and his cock and balls. What a beautiful sight. He practically collapsed, laying on top of me. I kissed him on the forehead, before rolling him off of me, onto his back beside me. I looked at his cum covered body and softening dick. I couldn't believe what just happened. I grabbed his underwear, which were lying beside me, sniffed them real quick, then used them to wipe my cum off of both of us. He had already fallen asleep. I pulled the blanket up over us and cuddled up beside him. "I think we're gonna get along just fine," I whispered. This concludes chapter 1. Be on the lookout for future installments.