Hello there, kind stranger.
This is a story that about a young gay guy who suddenly finds himself in the middle of a zombie outbreak.
I’ve wanted to write down this particularly persistent fantasy of mine for a while now. Among some other steamy situations, this story contains graphic parts about sex with the undead. Also, in some parts, there is some material that centers around non-consent. If you’re not into that, best not to continue reading. If you do choose to continue reading, please wear your non-judgy pants.
As I’m writing this, 5 chapters have been completed. I’ve really loved alot of gay erotic sci-fi stories that you find here. And I also love the community here that enjoys reading them. Some of my more favorite stories have sometimes been a little too short for me, leaving me wanting more. So I’ve decided to really let my imagination run free on this one.
I’ll still be adding more chapters to the story in the short term. But these first 5 could stand alone already. So fear not, it doesn’t break off mid-action. Know that I’m always open to feedback. But please, let’s keep it constructive.
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This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, events, incidents, and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely a coincidence.
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Corrupted Juices
Chapter 1 — Cody
Cody had just turned 30 a couple of days ago. His 20s had come to a satisfactory end this last Saturday by means of a wild, sweaty orgy that he had indulged in. True, most of the dudes there were over 40, but most had tight or buff bodies and all of the tops sported big dicks. So he really wasn’t complaining. He got more loads then any other bottom there too, winning the bottle of cheap wine at the end of the party for having the most marks on his ass. He certainly was a favorite among the older crowd.
Cody was by no means a gym rat but he ran quite a lot so he was tight. Also, a youth spent with the local swimming team left him with thick thighs and a nice bubble butt with dimples above. He still let his dark brown, curly hair grow long to maximise his boyish flair. A slight stubble and small spot of chest hair really completed the overall otter look.
As Cody rolls out of bed this Monday morning, he’s still in the right state of semi-sleep to vividly remember the multitude of cock he saw at the orgy. His Fort Collins apartment is feeling on the unpleasant side of chilly today so he hurries over to the bathroom for a hot shower and a quick jerk off.
As he walks over, he giggles over the memory of when he put on the no-condom-armband and all eyes in the living room of the crappy apartment fixing on him, cocks visibly twitching in some places. He really loved being chased so he didn’t linger too long. He went casually strolling about the place. Picking up a beer in the kitchen, watching a blow job in the hallway, opening a few doors that were closed and catching some kinky stuff. Safe to say, by the time he was standing by the sling, he had a raging hard on.
It was set up in a room at the end of the hallway through the apartment. Cody took one of the magic markers that were on the table by the large mirror on the wall to his left and wrote “LOADS” on one of his butt cheeks. By the look of the people in the room he knew he wouldn’t go home hungry tonight. He put the magic marker in the designated strap of his sling and got comfortable.
He was soon approached and as the smells of those men filled his nose, all his inhibitions floated away. Cody spent the better part of the next 2 hours being spitroasted non stop. The second load that went down his throat was followed by a hard slap to the face. He moaned so hard that after that, every load ended with a slap to his face or ass without exception. Those slaps drove him crazier than the poppers did even.
He couldn’t really remember any specific guy because of the hit of x that he took before going into the party or the joints that kept being passed to him when he had his mouth free. All he remembered were the hands constantly all over his body and the cocks pushing into every hole of his body.
Stepping into the shower, Cody directs his memory towards the star of the evening. He’d noticed this guy when he came in. He wasn’t really a stranger. He’d seen him before at other parties over the last couple of months. They’d talked a couple of times and Cody had found out that, basically, a lot of the hosts of these parties hired him as a security guard to keep an eye on things. That way they could join in on the fun freely, knowing that there was always someone present who could keep the peace. He never had to though. Those parties were wild, but there was never violence.
He was always there in a professional capacity. He never even gave out his name because he said he wanted to keep his work and his pleasure separate. This guy was fine though. Tall, latin, shaved head and thick, juicy lips. Cody had also found out that he liked to box but hated lifting weights, what explained his slim but athletic body.
He never went full nude but plenty of times, Cody had seen a fat bulge in the guy’s shorts while he was standing in the doorway, watching him get plowed. There was something about this guy watching him the way he did. He kinda liked being this guy’s live porn show.
This last party was different though. This time he was just as naked as the rest of the other horndogs. When their eyes met he smiled a sly little smile and moved his hand to his dick. It was fat even when it was soft. Cody smiled his own little smile but didn’t linger for a chat this time. He had a strong suspicion that the guy wasn’t there to guard the place this time. Not wanting to spoil the mood by idle banter, he just casually went for the beer and then made his way over to the soon to be his sling.
Cody’s latin guy was one of the first that followed him over there but instead of walking over to him, he just sat in one of the chairs by wall close to where Cody’s sling was set up. Just sitting there, starting to stroke his meat. Watching Cody get into the string and strapping in his legs. It didn’t take long for the first tops to find Cody and before long he was being plowed like the bitch of the pack at the junk yard.
All the while, his latin one-man audience was observing with a wild look in his eyes. By this time, Cody saw that he was sporting at least 8″. A fat 8″. A large pair of balls hung below his hard meat, seemingly filled to the brim.
Finally, when it seemed like everybody else was done, he came over and just slid into Cody like a warm knife in butter. As he did, Cody could feel a stream of cum exit his bowels as it made room for 8″ of latin meat. He never said a word or made a sound as he was diving in harder and harder. He just looked at him intensely, wearing that sly smile on his face. All the while his balls were slapping rhythmically against Cody’s ass, making him think about the metronome he used to use when he was learning to play the piano. Suddenly the guys leaned over. He whispers “Get ready for it, bitch. I’m gonna shoot my load up your ass.” A second later his cock began to spasm heavily inside Cody’s guts.
Cody didn’t want to hold back anymore and shot his load in the shower, covering the opposing glass side with a surprisingly large amount of cum.
“Goddamn that dude was hot!” Cody says to the steamy bathroom. He’d started jerking off right about when he started thinking about the latin guy. “Should’ve asked for his number.” he scolds himself. Realising there’s nothing to be done about it now, he steps out of the shower and starts the process of getting ready for his work day.
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