Carl knows exactly what he's doing. He has been doing it since before the dead started walking. He comes out to the barn a few times a week, where no one will hear him if he lets out an accidental moan or start making a slapping noise when he's close to climax.
He would often think of a girl, or the occasional boy that he had a crush on before shit hit the fan. This was the only thing that could make him forget what happened to the world, that one moment he could get bliss, and get away from the stress of the apocalypse. He could feel pure pleasure for the short time, the only pleasure he got anymore. He would jerk away in the Hershel's barn, and did he love it.
But this time the young boy didn't notice curious eyes watching him from outside the barn, peering in from a crack in the wooden wall, was Daryl. He was surprised to see the boy doing what he was doing. But he couldn't stop watching. He wanted to walk in and say something, but when he did walk in he couldn't say anything.
Carl locked eyes with Daryl. Daryl looked right back at the boy. Carl suddenly got really warm and began to stroke his barely four and a half inch penis faster. Daryl noticed that the boy was turned on by him, just as he was by the boy. An impulse, Daryl walked to Carl, got on his knees, and started to stroke the young boy's penis.
Carl loved it, he had never had another person touch the thing, always him. He didn't think Daryl would be the first to do it. He always looked up to Daryl as an older brother or an uncle figure. But now he was just in love with the way the man touched him.
"Daryl" Carl moaned
"Yeah buddy, want me to stop?" Daryl replied
"N-no, I love it" He replied with pleasure
Carl then ejaculated onto Daryl's chest. Breathing really heavy, it was the best orgasm Carl had ever had. Daryl wiped the boy's cum off onto a bale of hay. They locked eyes, and that's all they did. About a minute had passed when Carl realized the sun was down. He got up and ran to the house without a word. That was the best night Carl had had since the apocalypse had started, and he wouldn't soon forget it.
