Flesh Eaters : Part 1

**Disclaimer** This is my second attempt at erotic fiction I know I still have a lot to learn but i hope you enjoy the attempt. All characters and situations are completely fictional.

There are only five of us left, more people may come and join the fight but we all know eventually this is a war we will lose. There used to be over thirty of us, a strong team of survivors ready to raise arms against the common enemy that threatens to inherit the earth from beneath our feet. The enemy I speak of was plucked directly from modern day horror films, the flesh hungry reanimated bodies of our fallen brethren, unrelenting in force, number and appetite.

The five of us that do remain still live at the camp we liberated from the undead when our numbers were strong, an abandoned outdoor activity center hidden in the middle of a dense forest in the English countryside. The camp was already surrounded with a chain link fence on three sides which was strengthened and covered in barbwire. The final side protected by a wide, fast flowing river that is impossible for the dead to cross. The old climbing/abseiling tower is now our lookout allowing us to see for miles in all directions when the weather is on our side. We have enough food, weapons and general supplies to keep us going for at least a year and enough shelter for over a hundred survivors, plenty of room for the five that still live here.

Late October and the weather was starting to take a turn for the worse, from the top of the lookout all I could see was the fence that surrounded our camp, the autumn mist obscuring anything further afield. For the moment our boundaries seemed safe, our position in the forest meant we had little interaction with the dead, the ones who did make it to our walls would get caught in the barbwire and tear themselves to shreds. Every now and then a few of us would take a bow and a quiver of arrows from the weapons store and dispatch as many zombies as we could to keep the numbers down.

“Karl it’s time for dinner” Helen’s voice gave me a shock; I didn’t hear her ascend the tower. I mentally kicked myself for letting my guard down, here in the camp I was safe but outside that mistake could have cost me my life. I told Helen I would be down in a minute, taking the time to make a final sweep of the fence and river bank. Clear as usual.

The five of us sat down to a dinner of pasta, beans and small chunks of spam, before the uprising I was a vegetarian and hadn’t eaten meat in ten years, but now all I cared about was surviving, whatever the cost. The food that Helen prepared was bland but a lot better than the scraps I had survived on before joining the rebel group, I was just glad to have something substantial in my stomach and people to share it with.

Helen sat to my left, at thirty two years old she had become the mother of the group, never having kids of her own she took care of us and treated us all like the children she longed for even Sarge who was ten years older. Making our food, washing our clothes and keeping up morale while always wearing the white apron she found in one of the kitchens and keeping her dirty blonde hair in a tight bun that giving her a stern look that did not echo her personality. Helen asked for nothing in return for the care she gave to all of us but I knew that our company was more than enough to keep her going, for now.

On my right sat Sarge, the camp, the rebels and everything we had was thanks to him and a friend who’s face I had forgotten, they found the site when the uprising began, eventually when more flocked to the safe haven Sarge took charge giving everyone a job and a reason to carry on living. When I first joined the rebels Sarge was full of life ready to give his all to protect the remaining survivors, but as they fell one by one Sarge began to become more and more withdrawn, still wanting to survive but lacking the thirst for blood he once had.

Across the table sat Jason, twenty five the same age as me and Annie who was twenty one. They were a couple who came to the camp a few months ago; they had been surviving together for the past year going from house to house avoiding the dead, seeking shelter and food, finally they found us, close to death and ready to give up we took them in and gave them a reason to carry on.

I disliked Annie from the moment I met her, most people had adapted to the world we now lived in but Annie refused to accept the dystopian future that lay before her. Crying more often than not and refusing to do the jobs given to her, most of those jobs fell on the shoulders of her boyfriend Jason. The main reason I disliked Annie was out of jealousy, I was jealous that she had someone to spend her days with especially when that someone was Jason a tall, strong, attractive specimen of a man. Ever since Jason arrived I lusted for him. Many hours I spent watching him from the lookout tower as he chopped wood, practiced archery and went about his and Annie’s day to day chores.

After another quiet dinner I returned to the lookout tower with a bottle of wine ready to watch the sun set, nature was the only beauty I had left in the world to comfort me. It wasn’t long before Sarge joined me on the top of the tower; I received another fright as he made his presence known. “Looks like we both had the same idea” Sarge also clutched a bottle of wine in his hands, taken from the surprisingly large wine cellar that was under the activity centers food hall. We sat in silence drinking our wine from the bottle and watching the sky turn from golden yellow to the dark purple that sent a shiver of fear down the spine of every survivor left in the world, the night was coming and it was owned by the dead.

“It’s been too long since I had sex” Sarge’s words surprised me usually when we talked the last thing Sarge wanted to talk about was himself but with the wine flowing so did the chatter. Sarge confided in me about one of the rebels, James who had been here when I first arrived, I didn’t really remember the man but Sarge spoke of him with a fond remembrance. The two men shared everything, the battles against the dead, the chores the camp demanded when it was first founded and the bed they shared together at the end of each day. Sarge was starting to fall in love with James when he tragically fell on a routine scouting mission, being torn apart and eaten, there was nothing Sarge could do but run and ensure his own survival.

After a few more drinks I decided to tell my own story about the last and only time I ever had sex and the closest I’d ever been to being in love. When I was eighteen my older brother Jack (now dead) had a friend Michael (probably dead as well) who I loved from a far, he was 6 years older and I spent most of my free time daydreaming about him. I used to go to the park and watch him whenever he and my brother played football, I’d sit next to him whenever he joined my family for dinner and at night I spent a lot of time masturbating over a picture of him I stole from my brothers room, he was constantly on my mind. I still had that photo in my cabin, a sweaty, topless shot from after a football game; it‘s one of the only things I kept to remind me of my past life, it’s one of the only things I had time to grab before my flesh hungry family chased me from my home, the photo and a baseball bat that had saved my life on more than one occasion.

One night when Michael was staying over I accidentally walked in on him in the shower, it was late and I walked to the bathroom in my underwear not expecting to be seen by anyone else, as I walked in to the bathroom my gaze fixed upon Michael’s wet naked body, his body was well toned like the body of an athlete should be and his ass was perfect, firm round and perky. The sight gave me an instant erection that poked through the hole in my boxers giving Michael a prefect view of my cock. I noticed him staring, but embarrassed I made a quick apology and ran to the downstairs toilet to pee.

A few minutes later there was a quiet knock on my door and it slowly opened to reveal Michael with a towel around his waist, his perfect body still on show. “The bathroom’s free now” his whispered voice was like music to my ears, he was the whole package everything I wanted from a man, it was the same way I was starting to feel about Jason now.

Michael entered my room and closed the door behind him, he came over to my bed and sat down next to me, the covers thankfully hid my ever present erection that arose whenever he was around. Sitting next to me on the bed he undid the towel that was wrapped around his waist and let his dick flop free just inches from me, he placed a hand on the duvet where my cock was and smiled when he found it erect. His view turned to my bedside table where I kept the photo of him, I mentally kicked myself I shouldn’t have left it out but then I never expected him to be in my room. “I knew you liked me but this picture is something else” I tried to explain the cum stained photo but Michael didn’t give me a chance he laid a finger on my lips to silence me.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time” Michael pulled the duvet off my bed uncovering my body; he slipped his hands in to the waist of my underwear and pulled them off in one fluid motion. Michael laid his body on top of mine, our hard dicks pressing against each other. His lips locked around mine, his tongue probed around my mouth while his facial hair tickled my top lip, and I was in heaven. My hands followed the contours of his perfect body down to his cock; I took it in hand and began to stroke it.

Michael turned me over to my front, my face was pressed against my pillow and his body was pressed against my back. He grinded his body against mine sliding his cock up and down the gap between my ass cheeks, I could feel the warmth of his body and the warmth of his breath against my neck. One of Michael’s hands slid between us to grab his cock. “Take a breath and relax” with those words my virginity was taken, Michael guided his dick in to my tight hole. I felt like I was being torn apart for the briefest of moments only for the pain to be replaced with the satisfying feeling of being filled by another man.

His body moved with a hypnotic rhythm, each thrust in to my hole sent jolts of pleasure throughout my body. Michael’s speed increased, his cock slammed in to my hole making my dick ache, wanting release. My dick rubbed against the mattress as I was being fucked, within minutes of being filled I moaned out just enough for Michael to notice, his rhythm slowed down to a deep, slow thrusting that made me shoot my load all over my sheets and myself, my hole relaxed and the feeling of the cock inside me intensified. Michael’s rhythm intensified again my pleasantly numb asshole taking it with ease. “I love you” with those words Michael shot his load deep inside me, our bodies entwined and we fell asleep with him still inside me.

“When I woke up the next day he was gone and I never saw him again” Sarge was enthralled by the tale I had just told him, he wanted to hear more, I wanted there to be more to the tale but like I told Sarge I never saw Michael again. I don’t know what happened but I’m guessing my brother had something to do with it. Michael never came round the house anymore and he was absent from my brothers football matches.

Recounting my story for Sarge had given me a boner, as it did every time I remembered the night me and Michael spent together. Sarge and I were both pretty drunk by now each having downed a bottle of wine. I stared at him and my gaze was caught by the swelling in his trousers. Without saying a word I undid the flies of Sarge’s cargo pants and slid my hand inside to wrap it around his thick hardening cock. Sarge let out a moan of pleasure as I gently caressed it.

Sarge was in his late forties but he still had the beauty of a man many years younger, in my drunken state he was a god, an Adonis a man that I needed to have inside me. I slid the cargo pants down to Sarge’s ankles and came face to face with the biggest cock I had ever seen. Ten inches and as thick as some of the smaller logs Jason had been cutting for firewood earlier that day. I took the head in to my mouth tasting the salty pre cum that leaked from the tip. The tastes and smells made me even harder, it had been nearly seven years since I’d been with a man and I’d never sucked a cock before so I was going to make the most of it.

With the head in my mouth I relaxed allowing me to take the full length of Sarge’s monster cock, my nose buried in amongst the pubes, the deep manly smell intoxicating. My head bobbed up and down the shaft, every now and then eliciting a moan of pleasure from Sarge. I could feel Sarge’s body tense from the pleasure and I knew what was coming, at least I thought I did.

Two things happened at once, I was nearly choked by the load Sarge sent down my throat and a blood curdling scream of “Zombies” came from the ground. Mouth still wet with cum I awkwardly ran with a raging hard on to the stairs that led down to the ground from the viewing platform. I ran in to Helen and asked her what was happening “Quick! You have to come with me, Jason and Annie are in trouble” Helen gave me a disapproving look, droplets of cum still clung to my lips, the look was a look of jealousy. Helen had always flirted and joked around with Sarge hoping that one day they might share something. I licked the sweet droplets from my lips and followed Helen.

Sarge joined us as we ran over to the cabin Jason and Annie shared; I couldn’t help noticing the swelling in Sarge’s cargo pants still remained. Annie and Jason’s cabin was the nearest to the fence, the fence had weakened leaving a small hole that the dead were fighting to get through. Six or seven living corpses already surrounded the cabin clawing at the door and windows; I could see Jason and Annie inside, Annie crying as usual.

Sarge took control; the bow he always wore was out in a flash, arrow after arrow sailed through the air permanently ending the existence of the few deadites that he could see. Helen was trying to prevent the remaining ghouls from entering the camp by piercing the heads of the ones she could reach, using a javelin we had found in one of the activity centers shed’s, gore and brain flew through the air and blood stained the ground. I worked as quickly as I could to make the fence strong again twisting wire through the gap to fix the breach.

On the other side of the fence was a sea of faces, emotionless and dazed in varying degrees of putrification, all pushing forward against the fence trying to get to us, their food. I took a few steps back and noticed the sheer size of the force that our fence was trying to keep out, at least fifty zombies the most we had ever had to deal with. Thankfully the fence would hold them for now and we could deal with them in the morning.

Jason and Annie ran from the cabin to meet us not noticing the few zombies that still remained, just as Sarge was about to take them out, one of the zombies made a grab for Annie, its rugged fingernails piercing the skin of her arm. Annie let out a shriek of pain as another zombie lunged towards her and ripped a fleshy chunk out of her neck with its teeth, blood gushed from her wound staining her clothes and the ground around her, she was dead within seconds falling face first to the ground with a stomach churning crack as her head bounced off a rock.

Sarge sent an arrow in to the deadites brains but it was too late, another one of us had fallen. Jason fell to his knees clutching the blood soaked body that used to be his girlfriend. Sarge and I had to pull him away; any minute Annie would be back on her feet and hungry for flesh. When Jason couldn’t see, Helen plunged the javelin through Annie’s eye destroying her brain and preventing her from reanimating.

Part 2 coming soon.