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Daryl Dixon was a brute redneck with broad shoulders and delicious rippling muscles in his arms that Shane wanted to bite into. He loved the way Daryl marched around all pissed off and ready to fight, the perfect ingredients for a mean fuck out in the woods, and Shane was desperate for a good dick down. Before civilization collapsed, Shane always struggled to hook up with other men in the way he wanted to. Everyone had always assumed he was a top because of his macho swagger, his big dick, and authoritative cop voice. But the truth was that he could cum just from getting his ass fucked. He had seen Daryl naked only once; pretty much everyone in the camp had seen each other naked at this point since they had to bathe in the quarry and piss and shit in the woods like wild animals. But Daryl was rather shy and would make a point of having as much privacy as possible when doing his business, which was on the opposite side of the quarry, behind some large boulders that formed an intimate cove. Shane had not intended to thwart the other man's attempt at modesty; he was simply checking the perimeter for walkers when he saw the nude figure of the archer through the trees. He knew he shouldn’t, but he had to get a closer look at the man he’d been lusting over for the past eight weeks, if for nothing other than some material for the old spank bank.
Shane moved silently through the damp heat that was buzzing with insects and crouched down behind some low maple branches. Large beads of sweat dripped from his brow, and his hands shook with adrenaline. He peered between the foliage at the back side of Daryl’s nude body, watching how he splashed the cool water up and down his muscular arms. Dappled sunlight danced through the canopy of tree tops, making the water sparkle around the archer, a sight for privileged eyes, Shane thought, and swallowed thickly. His large dark eyes were glossy with lust as he started to squeeze his cock that was growing fat and heavy in his cargo pants. He sucked in a sharp breath when Daryl crouched down to splash water on his face, giving Shane a perfect view of his fuzzy pink asshole and nut sack that hung low and full. Shane licked his lips, imagining Daryl squatting over his face like that so that he could tongue out the rednecks tasty butthole. The man stood up, running his hands over his long, wet hair as he turned around, his fat cock swinging obscenely, slapping his thighs as he approached the giant rock that kept him concealed from view and rested his back against it. Shane’s mouth was dry at this point, and he was palming himself aggressively as he watched Daryl relax against the cool stone surface in the shade. Shane drank in the archer's strong body, loving every detail of the man— the way his wet dark hair poured over his broad shoulders, the smattering of chest hair that trailed down his taut stomach, and to his thick nest of curly pubic hair. Daryl’s cock hung lazily against his muscular right thigh, and a bead of water dripped from its soft nipple of foreskin. Shane had only ever seen uncut guys in porn and never liked them—until now.
Daryl’s large hands started caressing the planes of his physique, and Shane stared and began to vibrate with the anticipation of watching Daryl masturbate. The archer bit his lip as he rubbed his shoulders before crossing his arms over his chest so that he could pinch his nipples, slow and teasing, making his dick swell against his leg. His breath grew heavy, and he moaned to the sensation of his own touch as he pinched and plucked his sweet nipples. He ignored his cock entirely as it stood hard as a rock, foreskin partially retracted and exposing its shiny purple head. Shane began to salivate and unzipped his pants as he started to pant in ragged breaths fueled by his sexual urgency for Daryl Dixon.
“Shane?” A woman’s voice split through him and shook his body like an axe cleaving through a block of ice. Carol hadn’t seen Daryl through the leafy foliage of the maple branches, only Shane squatting and undoing his pants.
“The fuck, Carol?” Shane snapped as he stood up, trying to look coy. He heard Daryl splashing in the background, obviously alerted by the commotion.
“I was just making sure you were all right, you looked…” She trailed off.
“Like I’m about to take a dump?” He asked.
“Oh, my god…” She flushed a deep red.
“Yeah, Daryl is washing, and I need to take care of my business. That way I can watch his back and yell if a walker catches me in a compromising position.” He explained, shocking himself with his fluid lies.
“Well, I’ll let you get back to it. Hope it goes smoothly.” She teased over her shoulder as she walked away. Shane turned to see if Daryl had run off during his exchange with Carol, his boner completely deflated.
“Cuntfuckshit!” He leaped back, startled to find that Daryl had been standing right behind him. “How the fuck are you so quiet?!”
“Were you watchin’ me?!” Daryl snarled.
“No, bro…I was just about to drop a morning deuce, and I keep getting interrupted!” Shane snapped back. Not looking all too convinced, Daryl nodded as he buttoned and zipped his pants. He walked off towards the campsite without a second glance at Shane, who was still hot in the ears with embarrassment.
Later that evening, as the sun was setting, a starry twilight cloaked the camp, and everyone sat around the fire. Pine sap sizzled and sparked in the flames that reflected in Shane’s obsidian eyes while the other’s engaged in conversation. Daryl occasionally glanced in his direction from across the fire. A cigarette hanging from his lip as he whittled a stick, his expression pensive. Shane got up, opting to spend the rest of the night in his tent and trying not to dwell on how terribly alone he felt. He heard a soft sigh from behind Dale’s R.V. and slowed his steps as he approached his tent, not bothering to be stealthy. He had a clear view of Rick and Lori, who both enjoyed the high of potentially getting caught, Rick had told him one day in the police cruiser. Rick had also told him about his passion for eating pussy, which was obvious now as Shane watched his best friend make love to Lori with his mouth. His hands above his head, rolling her large pink nipples between his fingers as he lapped and slurped. Her back pressed against the back of the camper, pelvis thrusted forward as she bit her lips and stifled a moan. She fisted his curly hair as he stared up at her with sparkly blue eyes, his mouth devouring her pussy as she came and he drank her down. He pulled away and smiled up at her, his lips glistening with slick and cum. She praised him for being so good as he placed a soft kiss on her clit and stood up. Shane unzipped his tent, alerting Rick and Lori to his presence. They both blushed and laughed, but were clearly comfortable with being discovered. Shane just smirked and waved them off as they gathered themselves and headed back to the fire to join the others when he saw Daryl jump up and lumber in his direction.
“Sup, man?” Shane asked.
“You sure like ta watch.” Daryl accused.
“Pardon?”
“C’mon, man, Rick ’n Lori.” He said, as if it were obvious. “Who was suckin’ who this time?”
“Um…” Shane chuckled nervously; he wasn’t fond of being called a peeping Tom, though today was not looking good for him.
“I know you were watchin’ me t’day.” Daryl told him, his voice a low grumble.
“Shit, Daryl I—“
“I ain't mad, it’s lonely out here for us. It doesn’t help when you've got other people around here fuckin’ like bunnies.” Daryl commiserated. Shane was so taken aback by this turn of events that he stood there, feeling dumb and unsure what to say.
“Us?” Was all he could think of, making the other man smirk.
“Yeah, man, been checkin’ you out since day one, didn’t know you were gay though.”
“I’m gay as June.” Shane chuckled, feeling himself swell with excitement as a surge of hormones rushed through his veins and went straight for his dick. Daryl looked him up and down, stepping closer with sexual energy rippling off of him like hot concrete. Shane struggled to breathe, it had been so long since he’d been touched by a man that his skin blossomed with tiny bumps when Daryl’s fingertips grazed behind his ear. “Daryl—“ he gasped. He was gently shushed by the other man as a soft kiss was pressed to his lips, and he could taste the cigarette Daryl had smoked. He would usually hate that, but he liked it on Daryl’s breath; in fact, Shane was starting to think he would like anything that was part of the rugged woodsman.
“In the tent,” Daryl whispered, glancing over his shoulder to make sure no one was paying attention. They ducked in, quickly zipped the entrance closed, and were instantly on each other. Both of their mouths desperately explored each other's bodies, skin salty with sweat and ripe with pheromones that were no longer masked with perfumed soaps and deodorant. They licked into each other's mouths and nipped at their lips playfully as they undressed. Daryl dropped to his knees and tugged Shane’s cargo pants down around his combat boots and buried his face under his musky nut sack, inhaling his manliness and letting the shiny black pubes tickle his nostrils. Daryl inhaled Shane’s intimate parts that had been confined and sweating in the sultry Georgia heat all day. He loved tasting the masculinity as he worked a full and heavy testicle into his mouth and sucked on it, making the man above him release a ferocious moan.
“Like the way my nuts smell, boy?” Shane asked, slipping into his cop voice and pulling Daryl off by the back of his hair. “Open y’r mouth,” Shane growled and watched Daryl do as he was told before spitting onto the man’s tongue. Daryl lit up and smirked as he looked up at the former police officer.
“Yeah, I knew you’d be a dirty fuck.” Daryl told him. “You gotta pretty fuckin’ dick too. Hung like a donkey.” He complimented and started sucking, his mouth so full that his jaw ached after a moment, but he loved it. He loved Shane’s growls as he placed his hands on either side of his head and began throat fucking him. Daryl took it, refusing to tap out as drool coated his chin and scruffy goatee as he gagged against Shane’s giant dick. He felt a deep sense of pride as he allowed himself to relax and realized that he was fitting nearly all of Shane’s cock down his throat.
“Fuck yeah, Dixon, give Daddy that pussy throat.” His voice was dark and low as he stilled Daryl’s head and slid the last few inches down the man’s throat, burying Daryl’s nose in his thick pubic hair. Shane was wrecked as the man massaged his cock with his throat muscles, drawing him to the edge of orgasm. Shane forced himself to retreat from the urge to chase his release and shoved Daryl back by the shoulders, sending the man sprawling onto the air mattress. It was dark now, and he could only make out the outlines of Daryl’s figure, which was heaving and gasping for air. “Didn’t wanna cum yet,” Shane told him.
“Good, I ain’t even close to bein’ done with you.” Daryl sat up and grabbed Shane by the hips, pulling him down to lie on top of him. They pulled their shirts off and kissed deeply while their hands explored each other. Daryl rolled over, straddling his partner and breaking the kiss so that he could sit up and admire Shane’s body in the dark. The moonlight filtered through the nylon just enough to make the man's planes visible. Daryl traced the contours of his partner's chest, teasing around the nipples, his tattooed fingers caressing the areolas like feathers and causing Shane’s nipple to tighten and stand up. Shane gasped when the pads of Daryl’s fingers ghosted over the sensitive buds, sending an electrical current of bliss through him.
“You like that?” Daryl mused, his tone playful.
“Feels so nice…” Shane whispered and melted into the sensation as the man on top of him continued to pleasure him with his fingers. “You like it too.” He said, sliding his hands up Daryl’s sweaty torso and through his chest hair until he found his nipples.
“Knew you was watchin’ me.” He purred and rolled his head back in response to Shane’s fingers working his sensitive nips. Daryl dove in for a deep kiss while he pulled off his pants and repositioned himself so that he was sitting on Shane’s chest. With no further instruction required, Shane put Daryl’s cock in his mouth and sucked, moaning at the taste as he licked beneath the salty foreskin and tasted pre cum. He explored the man’s cock, hungry and dedicated to the task, making Daryl growl and praise him for being the best he’d ever had. He suddenly jerked in surprise at the feeling of Shane’s finger grazing his sweaty butthole. “Nah, exit only, cowboy!” Shane let the man’s dick pop out of his mouth as he rolled Daryl off of him and positioned himself on his back, and pulled his legs up.
“Good, because I’m desperate to get my ass fucked.” Shane confessed, sounding vulgar to his own ears.
“Jesus, Walsh, y’r full surprises today.” Daryl smiled as he dipped his head down between Shane’s open legs. “I fuckin’ love a butch bottom.” He grumbled.
“Whoa, man, I ain’t clean for all of that.” He warned.
“You let me worry about that. ‘Sides, no lube, so unless you want it dry…” He waited for a response that never came. He gave Shane’s asshole a few kitten licks; it was ripe and musky, but he continued to wiggle his tongue past the tight muscle and licked inside. Shane let out a guttural moan and worried that the others might have heard him. Daryl was eating his ass with the same passion and fervor as he had seen Rick eat Lori’s pussy. He opened up easily as Daryl dipped his thick fingers in and out between licks, prying him open and spitting into his anus. Daryl sat up and squeezed Shane’s cock, milking it of a generous amount of pre cum before doing the same to himself and rubbing it into Shane’s hole. The intensity and deliciousness of the sensation Shane felt as his rectum accommodated Daryl’s girth and length were almost enough to bring tears to his eyes. And though it had been a long time, Daryl was able to slip in balls deep with just a few thrusts, making Shane’s eyes roll into the back of his head while whimpering in the painful delight of such a quick insertion. Daryl wasted no time and instantly started fucking into Shane’s guts because he knew that Shane was the same kind of bottom as he was a top—rough and dirty. Shane—fucking—Walsh, such a big, macho man, and here he was whimpering and growling while Daryl sodomized him with his nine-inch cock. It was almost too much for Daryl not to blow his load in the first thirty seconds.
“That’s it, Dixon, pound me!” He begged, grabbing Daryl’s hips to encourage him to fuck harder. Daryl laughed and became merciless, fucking the man as he hated him.
“Shut the fuck up, unless you wanna get caught.” Daryl warned, but his tone was amused. Then he slammed in so hard that Shane’s whole body came off the bed, and he peed a little. Daryl was worried he’d gone too far, but Shane laughed.
“Fucking, fuck, that hurt.” He whined and lifted himself off Daryl’s penis. “Wow, that’s my fault, I asked for it.”
“Nah, I was being too aggressive. Why don’t we calm it down a little?” He suggested. “Let me fuck you right.” His voice was sultry and rough as he positioned Shane so that he was sitting on the heels of his feet. Shane’s back muscles flexed beautifully under Daryl’s touch as he reentered the man again. This time Daryl opted for long strokes, pulling himself all the way out and sliding all the way in, steady and languid as he held the man by the shoulders and felt how relaxed and open he was.
“Oh, god, Daryl, that’s so fucking good, thank you.” Shane moaned and looked back at Daryl over his shoulder.
“Yeah, you like that, Walsh, using your asshole like a pussy?”
“Yes, just keep doing that!” He panted, and his arm bulged as he supported himself, his orgasm nearing as he felt Daryl reenter him. This time, Daryl drove deep and held it there, rotating his hips and sending Shane over the edge. The man’s whole body quaked and shuddered as his untouched cock sprayed cum all over the bed. Daryl clapped his hand over Shane’s mouth as he continued to grind into him and ride him through his orgasm. A few more thrusts, and he released his cum into Shane’s ass with a low grunt. They both collapsed on the bed, panting and sweeter than before. Daryl reached over to his pants and pulled out his pack of cigarettes and lit one while Shane cozied up in his armpit and rested his head on the fuzzy chest. The ember of Daryl’s cigarette burned bright as he took a drag and exhaled a cloud of smoke.
“You’re the best top I’ve ever had.” Shane’s deep voice rumbled against his skin. Daryl chuckled; he’d been told that many times, and it never got old.
“Y’r the best bottom I ever fucked.” He admitted. “Never had a guy that could nut without touchin’ himself.”
“It’s a gift.” Shane laughed.
“And the way you was suckin’ my dick, holy fuck.” He said and took another drag. “How ‘bout I go wash my dick since it’s been up y’r butt, and when I get back, you suck me off, eat my cum?”
“I’d like that.” Shane smiled, circling his fingers in Daryl’s chest hair. Daryl shifted so that Shane was on his shoulder so that he could kiss him. It was sweet and slow as their tongues swept over each other, Daryl’s breath thick with the smoke of his Marlboro, but Shane couldn’t bring himself to care.
“Be back in five.” Daryl told him, placing the cigarette between his lips and moving to get out of bed. Shane reluctantly moved off of him and watched as the man dressed. Daryl buckled his belt and leaned in to kiss him one more time before leaving the tent.