A Dixon Named Desire

by Nu' Classic

Rick's life at the prison isn't what he had hoped. He is at odds with Lori in their relationship, and is sexually frustrated. To make things worse he can't get Merle out of his head. Rick finds himself sexually drawn to Merle and has no idea where the feelings are coming from. [Top Rick/ Bottom Merle] [Rick has a slight foot fetish] [Porn with plot] ]Possible relationship?]

1. Rick

Rick exhaled loudly as he shifted in his chair. Guard shifts at the prison were quiet and boring since they destroyed Woodbury, but the tower was Rick's sanctuary. A place where he could think about things without being disturbed. Usually he couldn't help but dwell on his situation with Lori. The child she carried that wasn't his. The way she belittled him over every choice he made, and the lack of sex in their relationship. The new pregnancy made Lori too sick to be touched. However, lately his thoughts had been invaded by someone else. A certain Dixon by the name of Merle.

It all began a week prior when Rick had awoken before most of the others. Not wanting to lay beside Lori and listen to her snoring, he decided to walk the compound. He was passing by several vacant cells when he approached Merle's. Merle's back was to the cell opening and he was on his knees going through his metal nightstand. For some reason Rick was instantly drawn to the soles of Merle's feet. They were very clean which surprised Rick. They were probably cleaner than Lori's. They also looked smooth and in a weird way enticing. Rick had no idea why he was intrigued with Merle's feet, but suddenly he was interrupted by a tingling sensation in his pants. He had a growing erection. Embarrassed and confused, Rick had fled before Merle could turn around.

Rick thought about Merle's feet for days. He had been unable to get the image out of his mind and every time he thought about them, he got hard. Things came to a head last night. Rick had been entering the showers while Merle was exiting. Merle had not yet put his shower sandals on yet when they bumped into each other. Merle accidently stepped on Rick's bare foot. The softness of his skin was instantly too much for Rick. Before Merle could curse him, he had made it into a shower. He couldn't hold back anymore and had to relief himself right there. Thinking of Merle and his beautiful feet.

Rick couldn't honestly understand. He wasn't gay and never had thoughts about other men. He also had never had a fetish for feet before. Perhaps he just needed to get laid. Still though the thought of those soft soles sent sensations through the thighs and crotch he couldn't ignore. It will be the last time, no more. Rick had to convince himself he would not pleasure himself to these thoughts anymore after this. He unzipped his fly and began to relief some stress.