Meeting On A Rock

Meeting on the Rock

After a while you get pretty horny, and it had been several years since he had gotten laid. Prospects had been few and far between with the zombie apocalypse happening. Fewer still if you were a gay redneck with a tough guy appearance, and a taste for the submissive.

Daryl was feeling pretty horny all day long and when they met up with another group he looked them over not just for safety reasons. He knew he should be more cautious, but he was too horny. At this point he would settle for a quick fuck. An Asian! And hot too. My fuck luck, probably not in to banging men.

Weeks went by and the two groups got along well enough not to kill each other, much. Daryl would steal quick glances at Glenn when no one was looking. One day when Daryl was out hunting he found him bathing in a stream not too far from the camp. He was transfixed by the naked caramel skin. He decided to sit down for a while and watch. No one would know whether or not he was truly hunting. Glenn looked relaxed as he bathed. Water trailing down his back and over his ass-cheeks from his wet hair. When he was finished he sat down on a large rock to sun dry.

Daryl was confident he could sneak a closer look and crept up on the younger man slowly. A twig snapped from a squirrel on the other side of the boy and he jolted upright gun in hand. The sight of his naked body, taught with a gun in hand made Daryl want to groan. He held himself in check as he moved closer and Glenn began to relax. The caramel skinned boy leaned back again on the large rock starring up at the few puffy clouds floating in the sky.

After a while Daryl decided nothing interesting was going to happen, but before he could start to slip away he heard a soft groan. Looking back up to Glenn, he saw his arms folded behind his head, lying on his back. His member slowly started to grow as he groaned, slightly pushing upwards with his hips. Daryl could feel how tight his pants were as he began to get hard watching the scene in front of him.

Most likely into girls if he's the one giving.

Glenn continued to hump the air slowly. He slid his hand over his throat, down his collar bone, and over his chest to play with a nipple. He pinched and pulled gently then switched to the other nipple. Daryl crept closer having slight difficulty due to the bulge in his pants. Glenn's hand trailed lower to his hip and caressed the flesh there for a moment. “Take me deeper in your mouth. Please Sir.”

Instant heat shot down to Daryl's groin making his pants very tight, almost uncomfortably so. Sir? Then he is in to men and could be a sub.

“Please Sir, let me come.” He panted. “Please Master Daryl!” his voice rose slightly in need. That was all Daryl needed to hear, silently he crept and climbed up the rock. Glenn's eyes were closed and he never noticed him standing at his feet.

“Come.” Daryl said gruffly with lust dripping from his voice. Glenn came hard at the command and his seed coated his abdomen. Hazily he opened his eyes and propped himself up on his elbows unsure of what to do.

“Clean yourself up.” Glenn started to move to go to the stream. “No, use your hands and mouth.” Glenn whimpered slightly and used his hand to dab at the semen, and then seductively lick it off his fingers. When he was done he looked up to Daryl with want in his eyes.

“On you knees.” Slowly he moved to a kneeling position. “Eyes down.” He quickly lowered his eyes and placed his hands clasped behind his back. He has been trained. “Suck.” Glenn looked up eagerly and crawled closer so he could reach better. He quickly opened the tight bluejeans, freeing the bulge that was near painful. He tentatively licked the tip of the large member in from of him. With no reprimands he enclosed him fully in his mouth.

Daryl groaned as the warm heat enveloped him. Glenn's obviously experienced mouth worked expertly around Daryl's length. With not having a partner for so long, he came hard and fast like an inexperienced school boy. Glenn swallowed the hot liquid and cleaned Daryl, placing him back inside his pants. He returned to his kneeling position with his hands behind his back. “Very good. Have you been trained?” Daryl sat down on the rock in front of Glenn in indian style.

“Yes, Sir.” He quickly dropped his eyes to the ground, remembering his manners.

Daryl chucked catching the eye movement, “How long have you been... what do you like to be called?”

Glenn was startled by the question. “I'm not sure, Sir, I've never been asked.”

“Ok.” He would have to find out another time. “How long have you been a sub?”

“Since I was 16, Sir.”

Daryl glowered for a moment. “By choice?” It was not often that the younger crowd joined willingly.

“No, Sir.” Daryl could only imagine what the younger man had been though. He would have to table that discussion for another day too.

“How many doms have you had?”

“One, Sir.”

“Have you been released?” He would not want to disrespect another dom by stealing away his toys.

“He is dead, Sir.”

“By your hand?” It would not do to have a sub that could and had been known to retaliate.

“After he turned, Sir.”

Daryl leaned back placing his weight on his palms. While digesting the info he had learned, he also was contemplating what to do next. “Would you continue being a sub if given a choice?”

Glenn's eyes perked up briefly before returning to the ground. “Yes, Sir!”

“Would you be mine?” He said in a deep sultry voice.

Glenn felt heat shoot to his groin again. “Yes, Sir!” Daryl didn't smile often, but those two words made him very happy.