Flesh Eaters: Part 2

**Disclaimer** All characters and events are fictional.

Jason stayed alone in his cabin for days refusing food, drink and company, only coming out to witness Annie’s body being burnt on the makeshift funeral pyre we put together using some firewood and pallets. Helen did what she could to comfort Jason but eventually she left him alone, knowing he needed time to grieve. The rest of us took the time to strengthen the fence and take care of the zombies that had started to gather at certain points around our encampment. It was getting worse, there used to be a few zombies wandering around outside but the numbers were growing by the day, the food supply in the cities and towns had obviously dwindled and they had wandered in to the countryside in search of sustenance.

Sarge and I had barely talked since our night in the lookout tower, even with a sobered mind I still wanted to finish what we had started but with Annie’s death and the growing number of zombies at our gates everything had changed. We no longer had nor dared take the time to enjoy a bottle or two of wine nobody wanted to let their guard down.

I had no feelings of grief when Annie died, I felt bad that we had lost a member of our family but she had always annoyed me and as silly as it seemed at the time the opportunity to get closer to Jason made my head swim. I just had to give him time and eventually we could start becoming friends, a tough thing to do when Annie was around, being so needy and overprotective.

It took months for things to get back to normal; mid-December meant the temperature had dropped significantly. Most of the zombies had frozen solid, there were still a few around that posed a threat but we began to lower our guard once again, Jason had re-joined the group for meals and did more than his fair share of chores around the camp, keeping busy kept his mind off of his loss.

One cold December night we sat in the food hall drinking warm red wine that Helen had boiled with a can of orange slices and a sprinkling of spices, her makeshift version of mulled wine. The wine was much needed it warmed us and helped us to relax for the first time in ages. Jason and I shared conversation, talking about nothing in particular but making more steps towards friendship in those few hours than we had in the months he had been here. After a few too many glasses of wine I decided to make my way to my cabin, I didn’t want to drunkenly try it on with Jason only to scare him away for good.

Stepping in to the cold I noticed a few flakes of snow starting to fall, the sight was beautiful. I stood out in the open staring up at the sky. “It is stunning isn’t it?” Sarge was at my side, his cheeks red from the mixture of cold and alcohol, I just stared at him and smiled, he smiled back and strode off towards his cabin I decided to follow.

The rush of warmth met me as I entered Sarge’s cabin, he was laying on his bed with a smile on his face “I was wondering if this was going to happen again” too drunk to talk I went to the bed and laid on top of him, our lips locked and we started to undress each other.

Lying naked side by side my hand wrapped around Sarge’s monster, I let my fist glide up and down the length, watching as drips of pre cum formed on the tip. Since our last encounter Sarge had shaved his pubes making his dick look even bigger. I took the monster’s head in to my mouth, savoring the taste of his pre cum. Sarge’s cock slid down my throat easier than before and Sarge was less gentle with me this time, thrusting his dick deep in to my mouth threatening to make me gag. Never having sucked a cock until a few months ago, now it was all I thought about at night when I was lying alone in bed. Mainly I thought of Jason’s cock and what his cum would taste like but I wanted more than just sex with Jason that’s why I was taking my time with him.

Sarge fucked my mouth hard I gagged on his monster but he never stopped, forcing me to accept it. I was sure he was close to filling me with his load I could feel his body tensing but he stopped “I want to fuck you” It had been such a long time since I had been fucked, my hole craved the attention but looking at Sarge’s dick made me pause for a moment, Michael had a nice cock but it was nowhere near as big as Sarge’s.

Sarge rolled me on to my front and placed a pillow beneath my hips raising my ass, making it easier to access. Sarge’s hands spread my cheeks; he spat on my hole and gently placed the tip of his monster at my entrance and whispered “Breathe” in to my ear. I took a deep breath and relaxed, pain shot through my body as Sarge slid in to me, more pain than I felt with Michael but it was a pain that I craved. I breathed deeply and relaxed my whole body, eventually the ass splitting pain turned in to the feeling that I remembered from being with Michael, the feeling of being filled by another man and I loved it.

Gently Sarge thrust in to me, with more care than when he was fucking my mouth, I could feel years of expertise inside me. Sarge pulled out of me, my ass felt loose and sensitive, he rolled me on to my back so we were face to face and entered me again, I moaned as my hole stretched to accommodate him. Our lips locked as he pounded my ass faster and harder, my whole body started to tense, Sarge’s rhythm caused my dick to explode sending shot after shot of cum all over my chest and abdomen. Sarge’s body started to tense again. “Shoot in my mouth” I begged, Sarge slid his cock from my ass and I took it in my mouth once again, I could smell his deep intoxicating musk and taste a mixture of my own ass and his delicious pre cum, within seconds my mouth was full of Sarge’s warm sticky seed. I swallowed every drop.

Sarge fell asleep immediately and I decided it would be best for me to go back to my own cabin, I decided it was pointless to get dressed again so I grabbed up my clothes, slipped on my boots and wrapped a blanket around my naked body. I ran out in to the snow and straight in to Jason. The blanket dropped to the ground and for a moment I stood butt naked in front of the man that I lusted after. “I was just uhh…..” Jason didn’t wait for me to finish my sentence he just smiled and said “You better get inside you don’t want your dick to drop off from frostbite” he winked at me and retreated back to his own cabin.

The next morning I woke up naked, my head felt sore and so did my ass but it was a nice reminder of the previous night’s encounter, lying on my bed I decided not to get up straight away. I gripped my cock in my hand and proceeded to pleasure myself. I thought of Sarge and Michael and as I was about to come I thought of Jason. At the moment of orgasm I flung my legs over my head so I was face to face with my own cock, I opened my mouth wide and shot my load all over my face, imagining it was Jason giving me the facial.

As I walked out in to the open air the chill momentarily took my breath away. Snow had blanketed the area making everything feel pure and clean. I walked the perimeter of camp before joining the others for breakfast. At the river I noticed it had started to freeze and there was a small group of zombies gathering on the opposite bank, most of the river was still flowing, there was no way they could cross it, we were safe for now.

At breakfast both Sarge and Jason gave me a knowing look that made me laugh, Helen was unaware of the reason for my good mood and I gave her some bullshit story about how the snow makes me feel like a kid, I’m pretty sure she didn’t buy it but I doubted she wanted to hear the truth considering how she felt about Sarge. Everyone was in a good mood for once, Helen was happy because she found a hidden stash of chocolate and sweets in one of the other cabins, probably hidden by other survivors before they met their end. Sarge was happy for obvious reasons and Jason’s mood improved every day, soon Annie’s memory would be a thing of the past.

After breakfast I decided to take another walk around camp and I was presently surprised when Jason decided to join me. We traded war stories about how we both came to the camp, where we were and what we were doing when the uprising/infection/apocalypse started. Jason referred to it as the infection he said it reminded him of those Resident Evil video games. I had taken to calling it the uprising, that’s what it was referred to between the rebels when we had more numbers on our side, long before Jason came to camp.

Jason confided in me how he was about to split up with Annie right before the “infection” hit, they were thrown together against his will and he took it upon himself to make sure they both survived. I refrained from telling Jason my true feelings about Annie, even though he wasn’t exactly singing her praises I felt I shouldn’t speak ill of the dead, since there were so many around that could still hear us.

“So last night….” I was hoping that Jason wasn’t going to bring it up but I couldn’t really blame him the only bit of gossip in camp at the moment, how could it be ignored. I told him I was gay and Sarge was just sex crazed, alcohol and loneliness were a lethal combination but it was something I didn’t regret. I didn’t want to tell him I was desperate for any sexual contact, having missed out on it during my youth.

“So what were you doing this morning? I came to wake you up for breakfast, peered through your window and saw something that will be burned in to my memory forever” my stomach started to tie itself in knots and I couldn’t speak, Jason saw me this morning exposed and pleasuring myself. I was about to give him an explanation but he just laughed and said “I jack off every opportunity I get; it’s a great way to pass the time, although I don’t usually give myself a facial” I couldn’t help but blush from embarrassment. Jason had chores to complete so he made his excuses and left me to walk back to my cabin on my own.

On my way to the cabin I ran in to Sarge. “So you and Jason are getting closer, should I be jealous?” I wasn’t sure whether Sarge was joking or not so I told him how ever since Annie died I thought he might need a friend to talk to. “You know I don’t care, if I thought I had a chance I’d jump on that but I know you’ve had your eye on him since the day he came here, I was hoping you’d come between him and Annie and I could have had my way with her, but we both know that didn’t work out, maybe I’ll see if Helen is up for some fun. But in the meantime I think we should still make the most of the time we have” Sarge grabbed my hand and led me to area behind the cabins.

Sarge embraced me his tall strong body sheltering mine from the cold, his hands fiddled around with my flies and my jeans dropped around my ankles revealing my semi erect cock, ever since the start of the uprising I had stopped wearing underwear for convenience purposes and washing them was a waste of resources. The cold made the hair on my legs and ass stand on end and my flesh began to pimple. Sarge’s hand caressed my cock hardening it and causing it to leak pre cum. Sarge let his cargo pants fall to the ground, we both stood half naked in the cold holding each others bodies.

Sarge pushed me down to my knees and I was ready to take his cock in to my mouth yet again, but instead of sticking his cock in my mouth he moved behind me and fell to his knees, pushing me on to all fours. I was going to be fucked again. Without lube or the comforting words Sarge pushed himself inside me. My hole still hurt from last night but the initial pain of penetration subsided quicker than before, my hole becoming relaxed and accepting.

As Sarge ploughed my ass in the snow I looked over the camp and spotted Jason in the distance, he was walking this way. Sarge fucked me harder and rougher than he had before; my ass begged for the pounding he was giving me. For a moment I forgot about where I was about Jason and I began to push back to meet Sarge’s thrusts each time going deeper and deeper. I was close to cumming; Sarge’s cock could bring me to orgasm without touching myself. I forgot about Jason until he walked past us, as he made eye contact with me I shot my load in to the snow, moments later Sarge shot his own load deep inside me.

As I stood I felt Sarge’s cum trickle from my hole and down my leg the feeling hardened my cock again but I ignored it. I pulled my jeans up, kissed Sarge on the cheek and went about my day to day chores, hoping not to run in to Jason anytime soon I couldn’t deal with another embarrassing conversation.

Part 3 coming soon.