Flesh Eaters: Part 3

January was upon us and with the New Year came a dramatic drop in temperature. It snowed day and night forcing us inside, only emerging every now and then to do a quick sweep of the perimeter fence and check our defenses. The river had a thin covering of ice but it still flowed, a few zombies had tried to cross only to fall through and be swept downstream.

One night when the weather had given us a break I made my way up to the lookout tower. The snow blanketing the ground made it easier to see beyond the perimeter fence and in to the dense forest that surrounded us, I could make out the lone shapes of surviving zombies in some of the forest clearings. The weather was on our side the zombies that hadn’t frozen solid became more sluggish, posing little threat.

Jason joined me on top of the tower, it was the first time we’d been alone together in a while. I had tried to avoid him as much as possible since he saw me and coach going at it behind the cabins, it turned out that Jason had noticed. “Is my company really that bad?” all I wanted since Jason and Annie turned up on our step was to be alone with him but since he witnessed me and Sarge going at it I felt embarrassed and a little ashamed. Jason must have read my mind “You don’t need to avoid me because of what I saw, everyone has needs and it’s not like we have much to do here” He was right as usual and I started to relax in his presence once again. Over the next few weeks we grew closer, helping each other with chores, sharing private jokes and spending as much time together as possible.

“Looks like there’s gonna be a storm tonight” Sarge was right the sky was in turmoil, wind shook the tower where we stood and the snow was starting to fall again. “We should make sure the camp is secure and settle down for the night” We walked the fence together making sure there were no breaches, everything was fine. I enjoyed Sarge’s company there was strong sexual tension between us but we were both mature enough to still be friends. “So are you going to make your move on Jason” I acted like I had no idea what he was talking about but Sarge was a very perceptive guy “I know you like him, spending all that time together and last time we hooked up you blew your load after he gave you a simple look”

After Sarge’s talk all I could think about was what I should do with Jason but thankfully the decision was taken from my hands. As we all settled in to our cabins I got a knock at my door, Jason was standing on the step with a couple of bottles of wine “Thought we could wait out the storm together” I looked over to Sarge’s cabin and saw Helen standing on his step “looks like she had the same idea as me” Jason didn’t wait for an invitation he strolled in to my cabin and began to pour two generous mugs of wine.

We drank, laughed and shared more stories from our previous lives. At one point we thought we heard the moans of zombies coming from outside but it just turned out to be Helen screaming in pleasure. “I thought Sarge was gay” asked Jason, I told him that I didn’t think Sarge had a preference. I left out the part about Sarge falling in love with James because I didn’t want to confuse him.

“So how did you know you were gay?” the warmth of the alcohol coursed through my body and loosened my tongue I told Jason about Michael, how I used to jack off over a photo of him and how he took my virginity. Jason was engrossed in my story and I didn’t expect the question Jason posed “What does it feel like to have a man inside you?” Instead of answering myself, the alcohol took over and answered for me, maybe I’ll show you one day I half joked. “Why don’t you show me now?” The alcohol must have been speaking for Jason as well.

Jason moved closer to me on the bed placed a hand on my leg and began to kiss me. His hand moved up and down the length of my thigh and came to rest on the growing bulge between my legs. I removed my T-shirt and then clumsily pulled off Jason’s too. Our naked torsos pressed against each other as we continued to kiss, his tongue caressed mine and he gently nibbled my bottom lip. Jason removed my trousers to reveal my hard dick and patch of unkempt pubic hair. I removed Jason’s jeans uncovering his gigantic cock and smooth hairless pubic patch, to my surprise and delight it was longer and thicker than Sarge’s, the kind of cock that only existed in porn movies.

We stood for a moment face to face admiring each others naked bodies, I asked him if he was ready to do this and he answered by dropping to his knees and taking my cock in to his mouth. His tongue circled the head and slid its way up and down my shaft; he took my balls in to his mouth and caressed them with his tongue. Taking the full length of my cock in to my mouth he started to gag, I told him to relax and breathe through his nose; within moments he had mastered the art of cock sucking, working my tool with the skill of a man who had been sucking dick for years, easily taking the full seven inches I had to offer. I was ready to come and gave Jason plenty of notice before filling his mouth with my warm sticky seed.

Jason looked up at me and smiled, traces of my cum remained on his lips. He stood and kissed me again cum and spit mixed in our mouths and I started to harden. Jason laid face down on my bed peering at me over his shoulder with an expression that said come fuck me. I joined Jason on the bed, parting his ass cheeks I buried my tongue deep in his hole, Jason emitted a moan of pleasure as I worked my tongue inside him, lubing him up and preparing his hole for my dick.

I told Jason to relax as I laid my body on top of his. As I entered him he groaned and I felt his whole body tense, I told Jason to relax again and slowly began to pump my dick inside him. Jason’s ass began to loosen and my cock began to slide with ease. Jason’s hips began to move, each time I pushed in he pushed back to meet my rhythm.

Jason rolled over on to his back guided my dick back in to his ass and embraced me as we continued to fuck. I stared in to his beautiful blue eyes and locked my lips around his. Breaking the kiss he whispered “Harder” in to my ear, I obliged his request and pounded his ass with all the energy I could muster. I was close to cumming again but Jason stopped, he lied me down on my back and climbed on top sliding easily on to my cock. Jason rode my cock hard, bouncing up and down and moaning so loudly with pleasure I was sure Helen and Sarge would hear.

I took Jason’s cock in my hand and began to stroke it as he bounced up and down on mine, our eyes locked as I felt his body tense and he sent a stream of cum shooting over my face, chest and stomach. As I licked the drops that landed on my lips I sent my own torrent of cum deep inside Jason’s asshole. Jason collapsed on top of me worn out and satisfied. We fell asleep with our bodies entwined, covered in cum and sweat.

We woke to the noise of more groans. “Are they at it again?” I was surprised to see Jason was still next to me in bed, after out drunken night of passion I expected to wake up and be met with awkward silence and regrets, but Jason was his usual happy self.

Jason slid his hand beneath the covers and gripped my morning glory with a firm fist, he started to jack me off but I stopped him when I heard the groans again, now I was listening properly the moans didn’t sound like moans of pleasure. I jumped from my bed and ran to the window; outside hundreds of zombies had invaded our camp. It looked like the river had frozen solid in the night giving them the opportunity to bypass our defenses.

Sarge’s cabin was completely surrounded; I knew I had to do something quickly. The bow and arrows we had been using would be useless against the number we now faced, me and Jason were going to have to make a run for the weapon stores that stood at the bottom of the lookout tower. “I’ll make a distraction and you get to the weapons” Jason’s plan sounded like suicide but It was the only one we had.

Jason ran from the cabin screaming and waving his arms to get the zombies’ attention he headed in the opposite direction of the lookout tower. His plan looked like it was working most of the zombies started to shuffle after him and the zombies surrounding Sarge’s cabin began to thin.

I took the opening and ran for the weapons, with an arrow in my hand I plunged the shaft through the skulls of the zombies that blocked my path, covering myself with blood and gore. Not looking where my feet were treading as I ran, one of my feet plunged through the snow tripping me over and within seconds a zombie was on top of me. I fought against the zombie using all my strength, holding the zombies head and trying to stop it from sinking its teeth in to my flesh. My strength was diminishing and just as the zombie was about to rip a chunk out of my face an arrow whistled through the air and skewered my attacker right between the eyes. I looked up and saw Helen and Sarge running towards me bow and arrows in hand.

“Get up, Get up. We need to help Jason!” Helen grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to my feet. We ran to the weapon store together, I kicked in the door and grabbed a sniper rifle from the large collection of firearms. Helen grabbed a couple of magnums and filled her pockets with .38 caliber ammo. Sarge having more experience with weaponry grabbed a SPAZ shotgun and tossed a bandolier full of shells over his shoulders.

Helen and Sarge ran to help Jason as I made my way up the lookout tower. From my vantage point I could see that Jason had managed to lead the zombies in to a corner and was becoming surrounded. I took a deep breath looked through the sight and began to send shells in to heads of the zombies that posed Jason the biggest threat, the heads exploded in a gory fountain of blood, brain and skull.

Sarge and Helen had made it to Jason’s side but the zombies kept coming, they were now in danger of becoming surrounded themselves. I needed to stop the zombies from gaining entry to the camp if we were going to have any chance of fighting them off. I ran back down the stairs to the armory discarded the sniper rifle and grabbed a grenade launcher that we had liberated from an abandoned military compound.

At the frozen river the zombies were fighting each other to get to our side of the bank. I armed the launcher and sent a grenade in to the middle of the river. There was a giant explosion that sent ice, blood and body parts flying in to the air. I sent two more grenades in to the river and destroyed the zombies’ only path in to our camp. Pleased with myself I almost forgot about the impending doom that the others faced.

After stopping at the armory yet again to ditch the grenade launcher and re-arm myself. I sprinted to the others aid with a handgun in one hand and katana in the other. I ran straight in to the mass of rotting flesh slicing off limbs, sending bullets in to brains and drenching myself in the blood of our enemies.

I finally made it through the fray to Jason and the others. We stood shoulder to shoulder, four against a small army of zombies fighting for our lives. Sarge was blasting away zombies with his shotgun reducing them to writhing puddles of gore. Jason and Helen used the magnums to blow fist size holes in to the skulls of their attackers. I ditched the pistol and used the katana to pierce the skull of as many zombies as I could, the blade becoming slick with coagulated black goo.

We had successfully thought off the horde, in celebration Sarge raised his gun in to the air and fired off a few shells, unaware of where he was stepping Sarge stepped in to a puddle of gore and screamed a blood curdling scream that echoed around the camp, among the gore on the ground was an intact zombie head that had ripped a giant chunk out of Sarge’s ankle. I took my katana and drove through the skull of Sarge’s attacker. We all stood in silence each knowing what it meant we had lost yet another member of our group, Sarge was conscious and had managed to stop the bleeding but it was only a matter of time before he joined the army of death.

Helen dropped to her knees in tears, Jason knelt down to comfort her there was nothing either of them could do but I knew there was still one task left before I could mourn Sarge’s passing. I took the magnum Helen clutched in her hand, checked to see that it was still loaded and went to sit by Sarge’s side. “It’s ok Karl we both know what has to be done” Sarge’s strength in the face of death brought tears to my eyes which I quickly wiped away not wanting to make him feel worse “I’m proud of you Karl you’re strength and courage has kept this group alive but this place is cursed, you need to take Jason and Helen and leave.

Find other people it’s the only way the three of you can hope to survive” Tears streamed down my face and I didn’t even bother to hide them anymore. Sarge wrapped on of his arms around me and pulled me in to a warm embrace, with one hand he pried the gun from my hand, lifted it to his temple said his last words “It’s been an honor fighting with all of you” pulled the trigger and released himself from the world never to rise again.