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No. 1137
Then his eyes focused on the others mouth. It was pert and looked like it was about to yelp in pain before he descended to the ground permanently. RED almost felt bad for the poor bastard…. And to think he could have easily met the same fate.
But oh well, what is done, is done and he needs to get help fast if he doesn’t want to end up on the floor leaking like his doppelganger.
Scout decided to cautiously peel himself off of the wall to start things off. This was easier said that done as he was pretty much adhered to the surface from his dried blood. He hissed when the still stuck fabric pulled around his torso catching his still excited nipples. Looking down again he would see the buds clearly poke through the thin, tight fabric of his uniform shirt.
This time around it had sent a rather strong spark of pleasure to his lower regions and made his belly tingle. Scout couldn’t resist petting said tummy in an almost instinctive state as the tantalizing shock rode out through the nerves of his abdomen like a wave.
“I can’t believe this..”, he mumbled to himself as he felt the rest of the glued wall cloth slap back into place on his body. He looked back down at his hand, which seemed to have a mind of its’ own, to find it inching very slowly under the hem of his belted pants. Deft fingers quickly unbuckled the belt with practiced ease and slipping the offending object from its belt loops. Laying the leather strap aside, he continued.
He felt the pleasure within him boil and froth like a cauldron as his hand continued its agonizing journey south. A trail of electrified bumps awoke where ever his roving fingers grazed. It wasn’t until he felt a spike of pleasure of another source that he opened his eyes (Wait..When did he close them?) and realized that his other hand was paying close attention to his delighted nipples.
He barely realized that the blanket of warm ecstasy was overriding his pained body. His movements became less excruciating and more pleasant as his touches became more adventurous.
Scout let out an amused breathe as he let his hands do the work. He particularly loved it when he scraped lazy circles next to his shaft where his thigh met torso with his jagged index nail. The rough pad of his thumb lay against the sensitive skin above the rod. His bandaged palm laid warmly on the sensitive surface of his hip. The slight pain of skin catching on his sharp nail seemed to amplify the pleasure of the light touches.
At this point he just didn’t care. Yeah sure, there was a dead guy right in front of him and he was in a fairly public place, but that seemed to have excited him more.
Speaking of dead guy…
Scout cruised his eyes over to the innocuous corpse before him. He was pretty sure the other was dead since he didn’t move for the last..what..10 minutes? Not even a shallow breathe. Or at least not any that he noticed. So that had to mean he was dead. Deceased. Lifeless. Done for. Worm Chow.
The enthusiastic bulge in his pants twitched at the possibilities spread before him.
Ha ha…Spread
He knew it was wrong to fuck a cadaver but it was just too tempting. He knew the bitch wouldn’t open his mouth to protest or even try to struggle. He could do anything and no one could say otherwise. He always thought that people who were into that type of shit were wrong in the head but you would be too! After spending so much time in a violent environment where corpses were a plenty and you were always lonely…you’d probably rethink your morals and even throw them to the wind for some decent quality sex. Besides the bastard deserves to have his corpse desecrated—He shot him in the fucking head--AT POINT BLANK.
Do you have any idea how much that freakin hurts?! His ears were still ringing from that shit. And don’t forget the path that now resides on the side of his skull due to the bullet. That’ll leave quite a mark. He was sure that he has a large notch in his ear. Great.
Concluded the corpses’ fate, Scout put his game face on and gave his cock a last squeeze before ending his self ministrations. When he sat up all the way it felt like all of his blood was traveling downward like a waterfall of molasses and his dizziness spurred tenth fold. Groaning at the thorny feeling, he squeezed his eyes shut until it subsided enough for him to get on all fours.
Biting his bottom lip, Scout slowly crawled towards the other like a timid creature. He knew that there would not be any resistance but he couldn’t help the nervousness that was caging his body. He had never done anything like this before and he’ll be damned if he went down without getting any. As he got closer to the body, his self doubts were surfacing like ringing alarms.
What if somebody caught him in the act? What if he died screwing the stupid bastard? What if BLU turned into a fucking ZOMBIE?!
As the ‘What If’s’ continued to circulate and poison his mind he began to think that this would be a bad idea despite what his hardening cock thought. Even his wound was disagreeing since it would pulse painfully every time he shifted his head-
NO.
He was going to do this. His dick hurt like hell and he was NOT going to back down. The whore bag was deceased and the chances of anyone discovering him in this particular hall were slim. This was a way of making him pay. That justifies it, right?
Right.
Giving a disconcerted glance over his shoulder for clearance he quickly crawled the rest of the way to BLU. He couldn’t help the lecherous smile that split his face.
Aw yeah, this is going to be FUN.
END OF POST: I’m beginning to realize that I have a stupid habit of changing between third person and Scouts’ mind tenses. Please let me know how I’m doing since I’ve never really done anything like this before. Constructive critiques are always welcome. And as a bonus I'm really nervous about writing the next part. Just sayin'
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