Rick's POV

To say he was horny, would be an understatement. Right after Carl had left to go to the bathroom at the church, Daryl and Carol pulled up and said their was a group of people looking for them. It wouldn't have been a problem, except they were in multiple vehicles, had massive firepower, and the group was populated by former law enforcement officials. There would be no way they could fight back or hold off an invasion. The only option was to flee and take back roads. Immediately, they started to pack and prepare for leaving.

Since they would be taking the back roads, they needed to travel in preferably one vehicle. Otherwise, they would lose each other and might even run into their pursuers. Daryl and Carol turned around and switched their car for a larger SUV. Hearing footsteps, he turned and watched as Carl walked up, looking confused and concerned. All he said was to get packed and get ready. Luckily, he didn't argue but got right down to business. The sound of a large vehicle announced Daryl's return. Gathering their supplies, they waited outside the church. It took them a little over ten minutes, and then they were gone.

They had been traveling for almost a week now. Never staying in one place longer than a few hours. The watches were longer, and Carl and himself hadn't been paired off. He knew he didn't have to have Carl to help, but the fact that the last times he had gotten off, Carl was his helper. Each taking turns at the wheel, this was the first time in a week that he sat next to Carl in the back seat of their ride. Sunlight streamed in through the windows from the setting sun. Below, his cock had never been harder. All he had thought about for the week was what Carl had said in the church.

To tell the truth, he had fooled around with guys, just in high school and before he had been with Lori. He had even gone all the way a couple of guys, and he was the bottom and loved it. He'd even blew Shane a few times. His cock wasn't as big as his though. He had always relished that fact. Tough guy, ladies man Shane wasn't as packed as he was. The vehicle bounced roughly as it drove over a pothole in the road. Cringing, he moaned inwardly. At the moment, he had a serious case of blue balls that ached terribly. The last light of the day faded as they made their way onto a paved road. The radio was on and Michonne was asleep in the seat ahead of them. Beside him, Carl was also snoring softly. He hated himself for this, but he had to wake him up.

Carl's POV

"Carl."a soft voice swept into his dreams, but he ignored it and tried to resume his sleep.

"Carl, please wake up." he recognized his dad's urgent voice.

Opening his eyes, he groggily looked at his dad's pained face. Wondering what was wrong, he opened his mouth to ask but his dad shook his head and reached over for his hand. Letting his hand be lifted, it was dropped right over the huge bulge in his dad's jeans.

"Help. Please Carl." he pleaded urgently.

He nodded and was gratified as his dad gave him a relieved grin. Checking that the coast was clear, he unzipped his jeans. With a fist in his mouth, his dad watched as he unbuttoned the top. That done, his hard cock sprang into the open. The head was soaked with precum as the skin rolled down his shaft. He must have known it wouldn't take much, because he bit his lip and pulled his head down over his swollen cock head. The heat that was coming from it was unbelievable. Taking a breath he wrapped his lips around the head. Immediately, hot seamen flooded into his mouth. A large hand pushed down on his neck. He tried to take it all in, but there was too much.

A week's worth of cum surged out of his uncut cock and into his throat. He hummed, loving the salty taste of his seed. It was thick, and lots of it. He was startled as the vehicle came to a stop. In front of him, Michonne sat up and Carol asked what was going on. Reluctantly, Carl pulled himself off his dad's still throbbing cock and looked up. No one looked back so he stared back down at the uncut meat below. His dad was breathing hard and gave him a lazy smile. Biting his lip, he was worried he would start laughing. Daryl announced they were going to stop for a while and pointed over to the left.

Glancing over, there was a low pitched roof like house. The center of the roof was what looked like a tower. Detecting movement to his left, he watched as his dad stuffed his still hard member back into his pants. Winking, he reached out and patted his arm affectionately. The action seemed a bit more than just a friendly gesture. His dad gestured with his finger to come closer. Leaning in, he turned his head so he could listen.

"I'll make sure we'll get our own room. Unless you want to have separate, woul-" he began, but Carl interrupted.

"No, our own room Dad." he whispered.

Grinning, he nodded and kissed him on the cheek before he could stop himself. They both stopped and looked forward, immediately on alert. Seeing their action wasn't noticed, they both gave a heavy sigh of relief. Giving him an apologetic smile, Rick scooted out and lifted his gun. Keeping the door open, Daryl and he held up their hands to indicate for them to stay put so they could do a security sweep. Now alone in the back seat, he felt a bit funny with what had just happened. The kiss on the cheek was unexpected on both their parts. It was clear has dad was more shocked than he was. Worried this might affect what happened next, he tried to think of what to say or do just in case.

Gone for only a few minutes, Daryl got back in the drivers seat and backed the vehicle up as close to the house as possible. Settled, they exited and entered the small house. The entryway was dark, and the smell was a little musty. But there was no hint of death or even infestation of mice or bugs. It was clear the house had been abandoned for only a short amount of time.

There was a small living room with a love seat and a large couch, along with an old recliner and a couple of end tables. There was a large TV stand but no TV or any other electronic equipment. Apparently someone had come through and taken the goods. A kitchen/dining room was to the left with all the cabinets and drawers pulled out and emptied of all the useful items. Directly ahead and down a hallway was an opened door with a small toilet visible. A door was on both sides of the hallway that lead into a bedroom. Surprisingly, the bedding was all still intact and didn't seem too dirty or smelly. There was a small circular stairway that lead to the small lookout tower.

Carl couldn't help but look at the bedroom with the unbroken door. Glancing up at his Dad, he nodded and went for it. Inside, he closed the door and laid on the bed, listening to the chirping of bugs outside. He could hear the adults in the other room talking quietly and quickly. He opened his bag and retrieved the small battery powered nightlights they carried with them everywhere. Turning a couple on, he set one on his side of the bed and the other close to the door.

Figuring, he had the room to himself for a while, he striped down to a t-shirt and boxers and crawled onto the bed. Searching the edges and smelling the shirts, he was relieved it all smelled pretty clean. Pulling off his boots, he couldn't help but groan as his feet were free from their confines. Grinning lazily, he laid back and dove under the covers until he poked his head back out from under when he heard the door open and close.

Emerging, he looked at his father, who was smiling softly at him. Not breaking eye contact, Carl leaned over and clicked off his light. Rick turned slightly and locked the door and turned off the small light on the floor. Though the room was dark, he could still see and hear his dad undressing. When the sounds ceased, he watched as he approached the other side of the bed and sit down . The look on his face looked almost guilty and nervous. Carl knew that this was going to be a turning point with them, and he relished that knowledge. Reaching over, he pulled back the blanket so his dad could slide under like he did.

Once under the covers, they didn't really move. He felt his own cock throbbing hard, and wanted it taken care of. The longer he sat there, the more he wanted to do something. Taking a deep breath he turned towards his dad. Their eyes met for what felt like ages. Shakily, he reached over and put a hand on his dad's hairy chest, then reached further until he hand finally rested on his right bicep. Shifting, he crawled on top of him and stared down into eyes that looked like his own. Leaning down, he hesitated as he felt air exit his dad's mouth in quick bursts. Finally, he pressed his lips onto them.

"Carl, we can't do this." he whispered, but still kissed back.

Ignoring him, he shimmied his way down, licking his nipples. Above he heard a groan, and he smirked as he did the same for the other nipple. He gasped when he felt a hand wrap around his cock and started to pump. Pulling back, he knew if he stayed in the position, he would cum within moments. No, what he wanted to do is what he was going for. What's more, he wasn't going to even tell his dad what it was until he felt it rammed up his ass. Hearing a muffled chuckling, he went down further, licking his way down past the hairy belly button. Now the chuckles had disappeared and a labored breathing took place.

Without asking, he grabbed the waistband of his dad's boxers and pulled down. He was surprised there was no hesitation or rejection. Hands took hold of his hair and forced him down onto his swollen uncut cock.

"Oh fuck Carl, suck my dick." came a muffle and lust-filled voice.

That was almost too much. It was so hot how his dad had lost all his objections. Wrapping his tongue around the head, he bobbed up and down, using his hands to massage his massive balls and reached even further. Probing the hairy hole, he felt his dad pushing his ass further down into his fingers. Smirking, he pulled his fingers away and heard a moan from above. Working his own underwear down, he kept his mouth on the length probing into his throat. Between licks he'd use his hand to scoop enough spit off the cock and worked it around his own dick, lubing it for what was to come. Scrunching up his hips, he tried to move his dick as close to the entrance he was aiming for without alerting the man above.

"Do it, Carl." came his dad's voice.

Pausing, he bobbed his head hard enough for the blanket to fall so he could see his dad's face.

"Really?" he asked, surprised.

In response, his pulled his legs up and apart, giving him easier access. He nodded and smiled at him. Unable to help himself, he crawled up and his chest and kissed him again, chuckling softly.

"Get down there and put it in." his dad growled, pushing his head back so he could do what he intended to do.

"I've never done this before Dad." he said, suddenly feeling nervous.

"I know." he said softly with reassurance.

"Is it really going to hurt you bad though?" he asked, truly worried.

"At first, but then..."he trailed off, looking expectant.

"You've done this before, haven't you?"he asked, suspicious.

He gave a single nod and a smile, then pushed himself down to reassure what he wanted. Nodding crawled as close as he could, awkwardly aiming his 15 year old hard on at the rim of his dad's entrance. Placing the tip at the entrance, he spit on his hand again and reapplied it to his dick and the hole. Finally he looked up and pushed slightly. At first, nothing happened, but suddenly, his cock was engulfed by a hot and tight heat from every angle as he slid in all the way. His dad grunted and breathed out fast. Carl gasped at the feeling. It was the best thing he had ever felt...ever. Even before he pulled back he knew it was going to be no good, he was going to cum.

"Dad.." he said, voice quivering with a building tension.

"Go ahead. Trust me, it feels grea...oh.." he said, eyes widening as he felt hot seed fill his ass.

Carl felt like crying, his cock was still shooting out his load deep inside a hot and wet ass.

"Dad..." he squeaked again, as his release continued unabated.

"Feel good?"he asked with a smirk.

Nodding weakly,his head fell atop his father's hairy chest. Breathing hard, he kissed his way back up and ended back at his smiling mouth. He felt too weak to continue, but feared if he stopped now, this may never happen again. Looking up, he frowned as he met his gaze. Mirroring his frown, he sat up on an elbow and looked scared.

"Did I hurt you Carl?" he asked, desperate and almost on the verge of tears.

"Nonono..." he said quickly."I'm just tired, and I'm afraid if I don't want to continue tonight we'll never do this again Dad." he confessed.

Face relaxing, he pulled him in again for another kiss.

"As long as you keep wanting to do this, and know one finds out, we'll keep doing it." he whispered with a tired smile.

"Really dad?" he asked, barely believing his ears.

He nodded and appeared to lay in a position for sleep before his face changed again.

"Suck me off once more and it'll be official." he said with a tired grin and a wink.

Diving back down, he slurped and tried to give the best head as he good. Apparently it was pretty good as his dad started to curse and thrust his hips upward until he came once more. Humming, he slurped it up and reached back down for their clothes. They needed them to be close in case of emergencies. Reluctantly, they pulled their underwear on and no sooner got comfortable than they fell into a long and deep sleep in each others embrace.