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HIMBO ZOMBIES
This was a commission that is set in the same world as Brad and Topher! it takes a much different route and vibe to my normal but I had had fun writing it for you guys so i hope you all enjoy it! If anyone is looking for horny gay erotic fiction feel free to dm me for details on Comms!!! I really appreciate the love and support you guys give my content.
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It was any other normal day when it happened, when the world changed. It was like any other day when the men in our lives all became a mindless, ravenous horde that would stop at nothing to feast on our flesh. For their mouths to search and find the most sensitive and vital parts of our bodies and sink down onto them. Sucking us dry, their cocks like heat seeking missiles aimed right for every hole, pheromones that drive a man mad with lust and insatiable need and cumâŚcum that converts you into a monster. It could take the twinkiest, or most average man, and within minutes, no seconds they would start GROWING, muscles PULSING with energy as they expanded, certain body parts were exaggerated, asses, cocks, balls, pecs and lips were enhanced to proportions that would be impossible without steroids and plastic surgery. It was the beginning of the end and the worst part about all of it, is that we donât even know how it started.
(Phillip)
My name was Phillip, me and my group were survivors of this fucked up horny gay apocalypse. It had been a solid few months of escaping athletic, horny running himbos and sex addicted zombies but we had finally found a warehouse, somewhere safe to call home. It was just me, Phillip 19, absolutely straight, played football all through high school and got a scholarship to my dream university. I was 6 foot 5 with wide shoulders, bulging biceps, trim waist and sadly for me in the apocalypse (and in the gym where Iâd get the wrong attention) a big juicy bubblebutt and massive thunderthighs. It clapped as I ran, no matter how much compression ware Iâd put on, and even when I was quietly moving, those big dicked HOMBIES (its what we call em) seemed to sense it, searching for me like I was carrying a beacon. If my girlfriend hadnât been transformed into one of them during the initial outbreak sheâd be laughing her ass off.
I was on my way back to our warehouse with Eric, a shy nerd. He wouldnât ever really tell me much about who he was before but I got enough glances from him on the road and when everyone was laying down and getting undressed for the night to know he was a fairy. I had nothing against gay or queer folk. Or at least I donât think I fuckin did before this weird zombie shit started happening, now it feels like his wondering eyes over my muscled physique are a threat. That he takes one look at my pillowey pecs with his mouth watering, that he's going to lunge on top of me, rip off my pants with his lanky, twinky strength and bounce up and down with his tight cute ass- fuck I need to find some bitch to lay I fantasizing over one of my crew.
(Eric)
That's the other problem, while women arenât naturally infected like men, and we believed them to be safe at the beginning. They started off as vectors, carriers of the virus with no symptoms. Guys who would be cozied up with their female partners during lockdown would suddenly catch the virus after an intimate moment and start craving ass and dick more than they ever craved pussy. It was crazy. But slowly and I do mean slowly, it got worse for women, they all started changing into big buff burly men. Himbos obsessed with turning men into himbos or HOMBIES as Eric had coined them.
It was just me, Eric, Thomas, Wayne and Zayne now. We had split from the other crew after our camp got raided, fearing what might have happened to them but knowing there was no way of immediately helping them if we got fucked stupid by the hombies too. We were diligent after, checking everyone for bites, cum stains and winking holes before moving on. We found the warehouse and now we were set. Me and Eric managed to navigate the city and get food and water while the other three fixed up our new home.
But it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows otherwise I wouldnât be writing this to you. Zayne and Wayne were identical twins, they probably played Hockey with their builds, They had decent shoulders and chest like me, but god were their asses just fatter than mine, probably hitting abductors daily. If they weren't men I absolutely would have tapped that. They had tan skin, with brown hair and highlights that looked perfectly fluffy even in the apocalypse. Thomas however was some oddball punk. I would have called him goth except he didn't wear makeup, he had pale skin, black hair, a few tattoos going up and down his arms. Wore a lot of leather in his pants and his tight white shirts hugged his trim muscular build so well. It's like if they put Brendan Urie into a muscle machine honestly.
(Zayne and Wayne)
That run out into the city had made me so hot and sweaty. I felt so fucked and sore and I know it was just because we hadnât stopped scavenging since cumm-coming here. I couldn't wait to rest my head on a nice pair of pillowey pecs- PILLOWS I meant pillows.
Zayne immediately greeted us âBros so glad you got back safe!â He gave me a bro-slap hug and gave Eric a fist bump. Looking him over with his lantern jaw and bright dumb jock smile I could see why he and his brother pulled so well before, they had shared a number of stories of the previous times. I HAD ALWAYS PICTURED THEM⌠I mean pictured the babes they banged.
âYeah me too, me and Eric ran into this big giant oaf, he had to be seven feet tall dude I think that virus is mutating or something!â I quickly say using my hands to gesture how wide that creature's frame was. I had such a vivid memory of the muscles, how they moved. My brain at the time couldnât stop thinking about how they would feel. The way its cock had swung back and forth like a giant pendulum was mou-shocking. I shook my head. That wasn't a normal thought.
âIt makes logical sense, a virus will mutate and get smarter or more infectious the longer its around to pass around and survive⌠I think it's just crazy something could cause the averag-â Before he could continue nerd gooning out Zayne stops him.
âDude its all good we get it, freak virus turns a bunch of bros into magic fag zombies, im just glad no one here got infected in that last raid.â Heâs leading us through the warehouse. Locking the main entrance down. It would take a solid minute for anyone to burst through the dozen metal locks and wooden beams in the way of it. Hell it takes us a while to undo it all on our side. We place our supplies all in the middle and everyone talks amongst themselves. Eric is muttering something about the understanding should be important for our survival but I donât even bother to listen.
â Yeah no the longer I go without being one of those cock obsessed freaks the better!â I say as we get settled into the compound, Thomas had been changing out of his tight shirt, exposing his carved abs and the waistband of his boxer briefs. The way they hugged his waist was just sinful, no man should have such a slutty little waist with hips you could just want to grab. I had to stop myself from staring, my cock was getting hard. Wayne was doing the same on the other side of the floor, getting into some new pants, his jockstrap framed his hockey butt perfectly, the idea of all of this jock meat around was so tantalizing.
At that point Eric had taken out his device, he had made it early on in the apocalypse with his fellow grad bio students or whatever. It was some sort of tracer or alert system of the virus, after every run or separation we turned it on. It would tell us if it sensed someone in the area with the infection, it wouldnât say what or who just that there was, so we tried to remain calm.
But when it started beeping, we all looked around at each other, and subconsciously I panicked, my stomach twisting and turning as my addled horny brain went against my humanity. Because I had to make sure I wasn't the one who got thrown out, because I was so hungry and there was just so much cum to be had here.
How It Started
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My mouth was gliding up and down his larger, better, girthier shaft. His precum should have been drowning me as it flowed like a waterfall down my throat as it milked him dry. But after hours of swallowing his load and my gag reflex utterly destroyed by just the thought of Sirs..I mean Braydenâs dick it was no shock that I could handle this. The last few months had been a blur of nonstop fucking, our lives completely paused outside this room as we explored each others bodies. Social media accounts and only fans had been set up immediately by Brayden, realizing that neither of us would want to leave the other's presence and the sheer thought of not riding his cock every hour killed me made it the obvious choice for our new income.
Today it was a simple video, Brayden coming up behind me (Barely clothed because I just preferred that) as I was doing the dishes, His hard heavy cock bulging out of his Versace underwear as he pressed it into the curve of my back. It was firmly hot dogged in place, while his pillowey pecs were warm on my back and neck, his head resting on top of mine as his arms found their way onto my waist. His mouth briefly kissed the top of my head as I craned my head back, eyes closing feeling this safe warm feeling. I know he took a deep whiff, our musk had become the biggest turn on for each other, just a quick sniff of it, (especially from the pitts) and we could go for hours. His head moved down to whisper sweet nothings in my ear, our viewers enjoyed this side of the content, this soft relationship, the truth, I think because it gave them something to strive for. To think that months ago this never would have happened, absolutely insane.
âMmm good morning baby!â His voice is calm, and sweet, I can tell my giant, sexy nerd is happy to see me up and keeping the place clean. His cock getting harder, trapped behind expensive fabric, begging to fuck me in every way possible.
âGood Morning to you Sir!â I say, my eyes opening as I gently lay the dish I was cleaning down, quickly turning to look up at him, batting my eyes as his hands rested on the small of my back. I felt both our cocks press against each other before I started slowly grinding mine into his. Hearing these soft little moans from his beautiful lips only encouraged me to continue as he looked deep into my mischief filled eyes.
âSomeoneâs horny this morning!â He says, it's when his hands dropped to cup my ass that a thrill was sent through my body, strong hands kneading at my bubble butt like he was making dough. His sweet words turning into a deep growl, this need to make me overtake any other desire he has as his hands get possessive, quickly, faster than I can think now. He raises one hand and gives my right cheek a swat. My bubble butt immediately jiggles, flesh rippling like when a stone is tossed in a pond. Bouncing up and down, I have to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning. I know heâs leaking in his briefs, I can smell it, and I have to lick my lips.
I trace my hand across his chest, teasing his nipple as I travel across his gorgeous abs, letting it just rest on top of his crotch. We were still grinding into each other, his moans hadn't stopped and his hands only got more possessive of my ass. I let my fingers into his soaking briefs, slowly but firmly gripping the base of his cock.
âTalk about horny, you're already grabbing my dick!â He smiled down at me, or maybe it was a smirk, all I really knew was that I was going to suck this man dry.
âI can't help it Sir, I just need you so bad.â I feel his hands leave my ass as the word Sir just pushes him past the point of control. We learned pretty quickly after our change that us calling each other certain things (SIR, MASTER, DADDY, GOOD BOY, SLUT) made our minds fog up in a horny daze. Like the other word pulsed through us, made it harder to think as our minds were rewired in that moment for one thing and one thing only. SEX.
He cocks his head at me, eyes glazing over as unbeknownst to us our MUSK PULSES and ignites around us, maybe it's his last thought before he becomes a mindless sex demon but he smirks and in a deep growl. âI bet you need my cock SLUT, and you're going to get it like the GOOD BOY you are!â Saying two in a row as I feel my brain pop and fry. Every thought except for the man in front of me turns into bubbles popping away as my Hole aches from emptiness. My mouth watering, desperate to be filled and my nose taking a deep whiff of the intoxicating air surrounding us. He lightly presses his hand down onto my shoulder and I drop like a sack of potatoes.
The world faded further, my ability to speak disappearing. My own name was the last thing I held as I moaned, my own cock throbbing with need as we stayed in place, his shadow casting dominance through me.
No will to stand against him as he towers over me, flexing his biceps, letting that beautiful, earthy stench roar from his pits. His cock tenting his briefs, harder than steel as it soaks the fabric and drenched my fingers. I'd have waited years if he needed me to, sure every second without it down my throat, or thrusting in my ass, was agony. But so was the idea of disobedience. When he pulled his underwear down by its waist band and let it fall, that's when the frenzy hit, that's when that mouth watering temptation broke my mind again.
Sirâs FUCKSTICK slapped up his abs and down my face, swinging with the weight and force of a bronze pendulum. Precum flung across my cheek and lip as it ***THWACKED*** against my flesh. Swinging back and forth, dicknotizing me further into submission as I saw my prize, I couldn't even hear master anymore. No he was speaking but my conscious mind was gone, that layer of thought, that shield of protection from suggestions gone and in its wake an open reception to command. Obedience in its purest truest form.Â
His fingers traced my plump lips, the index, curious, moved in and parted them. My mouth took to him like how I needed air, desperate to breathe him in and take what I could. When he moved a second in I couldn't stop myself from moaning around them. Eyes rolling back as he thrusted in and out, the sensation of him taking up space in me, my god it sent me into overdrive, my hands diving onto him, caressing his thighs up and down. Making my way eventually up and onto his muscled cheeks, his ass perfect in every way, bouncy, tan and begging to be played with in some way. Hands kneading it, grabbing as much as I can like the glutton I was.
Sir's words kept pouring into my mind whether it was praise or he was calling me dirty, desperate, horny SLUT I don't know. All I know is at one point he uses his other hand to pull me away by my hair,forcing me to peer up into those eyes.
âLet's really get some use out of those lips Fag, SUCK NOW!â It was like a divine order, his eyes, his mouth, his words all saying the same thing. It's how I found myself fucking my own throat on his cock, gliding up and down on it. Head bobbing as his veiny, muscular hands took control, my eyes blank staring directly into his like nothing else mattered. My nose smashing against his pubes any chance I could get to breathe deep into his musk. I could live there forever fucking myself stupid and his cock nestled in one of my holes. Correction, his holes, he owned those holes, he owned me. I was just a hole, just a hole, just a hole for sir. My throat vibrated with moans as I milked his cock for all his precum.
I donât know how long he let me suck him, could have been minutes, hours or days, all I knew was at a certain point he pulled out, a trail of precum oozing from his cock to my lips a giant plop was heard. âMMmm your throats so good for my cock fag.â Another word echoes in my mind, those thoughts from before arenât just gone under a blanket of lust, they are eviscerated slowly, mouth open drooling with my tongue fully out. Gooning now to the idea of sucking him dry, my throat milking master for everything he is worth. My moans vibrating around his cock i can tell he is getting close, his balls are pulling up, getting tighter as they fill with cum, with nirvana, the closest thing to ambrosia humanity could think of. Sloshing around waiting as he uses his cock as a battering ram into my throat distending it, his balls slapping me in the face.
âFAG, pull off! I have somewhere better..to..uh..to deposit this load!â His eyes are closed, head tilted back but lips cocked in that winning smile, I felt the word fag ring through me and had to listen. Pulling off of him but staying on my knees, staring up at him with my mouth partially parted drool slowly dripping, back arching. Subconsciously I knew this is what the viewers wanted.
I felt him pull me by the hair to my feet, his body framing mine as he pinned me against the kitchen island, his cock IMMEDIATELY grinding against my hole. âYou want it don't you faggot? You want to be my lil bitch? Want me to breed that slutty hole of yours!â The feeling of his precum- saliva soaked cock going up and down my cheeks against my hole throwing me past the edge. His hands moving to my chest feeling up my pectorals while whispering into my ear too much. My cock shooting load after load onto the marble counter tops, my vision going blurry as my brain short circuits, he's rutting against me.
âPlease, please, please please PLEASE breed me Daddy⌠DADDY DADDY my faggy hole needs you. Im a slut for you daddy please fuck me.âI'm begging him now, master was in total control, not just of the pace, or the fucking but of me, he was in total control of me and I was going to give him everything. The feeling of his hands going across my skin, one traveling to my neck and gently gripping it applying light pressure as his other travels down. Worshipping my body as it finally finds my ass, gripping my cheeks toying with them as his cock teased me.
âMmm yeah, yeah you're gonna be mine, only mine slut, say it say your mine!â His words ringing out, that musky cloud surrounding us as he glides his cock up and down the cleft of my cheeks, the shaft fully teasing my hole. I let out a whimper screaming I'm his, begging for him to take me, his hand spanking my cheeks before pulling back his massive cock swinging⌠and then lining up perfectly, his head right against my hole.
The pressure building against it is hell, I want to thrust back into him, my cheeks wobbling from anticipation. But his hands around my throat, fully in control, my mind listening to him and not me. âGood boy!â the scruff of his beard tickles me and he slams into my hole breaking the pressure and sending me howling.
The sheer force causes my cheeks to ripple, his thrusts are just as strong and long as his throat fucking. Rough and perfect as he smashes into my prostate with no care in the world, all of his double digits sliding into me and my vision blurs again, another hands free orgasm rushing out of my cock. The weight of his chest against my back sends a warm familiar pulse through me. The musk is getting heavier and heavier. IN and OUT repeatedly as he moans and groans. IN and OUT as he rearranges my guts and he points my face towards the camera. I feel his breath getting heavier as he tells me to beg for it. IN and OUT as I yell it out and he's so close.
The musk overpowers both of us as I feel him release. A Niagara falls level of cum rushes through me, my eyes rolling back as my hole milks him for all he's worth and I can't hold on any more, cumming my brains out, in bliss and full submission.
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I don't know when me and Brayden finally woke up from our kitchen fuck, or when he moved us to the living room but I did know I loved waking up with my face buried in his armpit. Him and his musk were perfect, strong and all consuming, it was making me horny all over again. Brayden was playing with my hair looking down at me.
âYou know you are perfect right?â His words were so clear and rang true. He thought I was perfect so I had to be perfect. He had this goofball golden retriever smile and eyes that lit up my whole world. Why wouldn't I believe it?
âWell you are more perfect I'll tell you that much sir!â I say lightly teasing, I felt his cock jump and throb against my thigh.
âWOW, no no not so soon, even if it is tempting!â His voice is stern, but so sweet. I have to bite my lip as I pout.
âWhy not, what do we even have to do today?!â I was not even sure what day it was.
âSweetie we've been fucking like rabbits for three months, hell even during the move to our new place we fucked. I just⌠I want to do something real, and couple-y you know. I want to take you out, show you off!â He was beaming down at me, being so vulnerable and honest. I had to let him have this didn't I. Okay one more try to stay in and get my brains railed out of me. The musk in the air was so heavy and thick. It would probably waft off us when we left the house. I remember when we moved to this nicer apartment all of the movers had this glassy look and were basically mindless and did whatever we said. It was really hot.
âI mean I get it but why does it have to be tonight? We could stay in and watch a movie!â It was a genuine offer, a real one and I was okay if he pushed more for his.
âSteve I'm serious, we should go out and see a movie, listen I know you were gay before this but, but I wasn't. So I want to actually show this off, be who we are and have fun!â I don't know what it is but hearing my own name, something that should have been so normal but had escaped my mind for a long time snapped me back into focus. His enthusiasm was hard to ignore so I said yes and we got dressed. Sure both of our wardrobes were slutty but we did clean up nice. We would be turning heads in the cool October air as we went to the theater with me in blue denim booty shorts and a simple black crop top showing off all my muscles.
Meanwhile the love of my life wore a tight fitted white tee that showed off the curve of his yummy pecs, a beautiful gold chain that glowed against his perfect skin. His long jeans could barely contain his bulging crotch but he made up for it with a leather jacket that took some of the attention away. We were going to see some dumb superhero movie he wouldn't shut up about but I was genuinely excited. We held either hands or he had his arm around me and kissed me the entire way, my heart beating a mile a minute.
The theater was crowded, probably the busiest it had been in the last year. Every seat filled, every person staring ahead. I promise I tried to pay attention I really did but one of the hot men with dark hair and rippling muscles came onto the screen. I felt it, my hole twitching, that feeling of need, and I also promised I didn't want to bother my boyfriend, my lover. But it wasn't even me who notified him, it was the musk, that feeling of need I had PULSED out of me. Musk began to pour out of me as I felt my whole body shudder and Brayden took a deep inhale. His legs spreading, his cock twitching, threatening to tear its way out of his jeans. Denim holding on for dear life as it began to strain.
I didn't notice the other people I didn't care about, my hand already slowly gone over his thigh. Gliding along the strained material and meaty muscle till my palm landed on his crotch. Hard, leaking through his denim as I slowly groped him. His own arm raised, musk rushing from his pits as his hand found my chest, going under my crop top and teasing my nipples. I could tell he was biting his lip, that he was holding back a moan. Maybe trying to find and keep some level of decorum, to still watch the movie, but i was so horny, so hungry, hungry for him. Hungry for his lips, his sweat, his muscles, his COCK HIS CUM. He wanted to show me off, then he would get to show me off exactly as I was. He wanted to bite back moans, sure we could do that together.
I moved myself over onto his seat, my hips straddling his lap as I moved my lips right next to his ear. âDaddy, please daddy I need you, I've been trying to be a good boy daddy, but im so naughty and need to be taught a lesson. Daddy pleasee!â I was grinding my ass against his bulge, me calling him daddy over and over again as the word beat itself into his head and fried his brain, that look of lust and domination taking over. That same hunger, hunger for me, for my body, my throat and ass were so strong. I felt him grab me by the back of his head and pull me into a kiss to âquiet downâ his moaning with my moaning mouth. The feeling of lust, unbidden horny sluttiness carried into the air as I let myself become the slut I was in public.
With our lips occupied, the moans in the air couldnât be ours, no they were the men in the theater. Each one getting incredibly hard, aroused and desperate, women who had come for a fun night out either ran to complain, letting the pheromones and musk wafting off them seek out other male hosts. Or the ones who stayed behind enjoyed the show, joining in where they could as men ripped off their clothes. The magic musk sparking and igniting as men's flesh and muscle started reconfiguring. Becoming big, beefy himbos, their minds melting as the desire, no the NEED for cock, cum and as invaded their minds.
I pulled my lips free from Daddy looking him in his half lidded eyes as his hands found my ass and started tearing a hole in my pants. âDaddy Fuck ME!âÂ
His cock broke free from their denim prison, soaking wet in pre, lined up perfectly between my thick cheeks begging to be fucked. âWhatever you say Faggot!â his voice gruff, and the final spark for the wild magic s a gigantic pulse rippled through us and the air. Creating a permanent crazed virus into the atmosphere. The movie in the background was still rolling, but no one paid much attention, the had bigger problems to worry about.
___________ Present apocalypse.
âDude what the fuck someones infected!â I immediately jumped into accusations, i needed to fuck, I needed to cum, i needed their cum. I couldnât do any of that if they locked me out.
âEveryone calm down, whoever is infected yet isnât fully turned were all safe we just⌠just gotta get rid of em!â Wyne says, looking between all of us. Thomas was antsy, Eric was staring daggers at everyone and Zayne, with his meaty, thick, mouth watering package was just as dumb and clueless as ever.
âWe donât know that for certain, its mutating it could be a-â Before Eric can logic or think I strike.
âOh shut it fag, its totally him, heâs been eyeing me the entire scavenging trip, I see him licking his lips everytime I change!â It was so harsh. So cruel, but I had to get rid of the intelligence, they all had to be turned and if Eric was sticking around heâd snuff me out or help them.
âPhillip what the fuck are you- iâm not..iâm gay but im no-â That was enough to make Wayne and Zayne uncomfortable, perfect. There was a thought amongst men at the beginning of this âvirusâ that gay men were super spreaders doing it on purpose, but it wasnât all true. Sure some gay men willingly flung themselves into the masses of roaming orgies, muscles, cum and cock but that didnât make them inherently infected. It was good old fashioned homophobic propaganda, and it was their downfall again.
âDude, your gay, your like already one of them dude, you fuckin lied to us!â Wayne was upset, clenching his fist, Thomas, the punk rocker that he was, wasn't nearly as homophobic. He was trying to calm them down but these two jocks were angry enough to keep interrupting him. God it was hot I had to bite my lip and pray that my baggy, long shirt hid the beginnings of my raging hard on. I could feel it growing because of the infection. It was getting bigger, longer, thicker, NEEDIER. It had to fuck, it had to cum it had to BREED more people.
âNot cool bro, weâve literally showered together in the locker room. Even if you aren't infected we canât trust you man!â That had to hurt when Zayne said it to Eric. I know he had the hots for him, because I also had the hots for him. Iâd love to spend hours, using my tongue to lap up and worship those sweaty smelly pits. Feeling his musk coat my body head to toe as we become enraptured in each other's scent and flesh.
They keep talking, their words unable to be deciphered by me. I was so horny, so lost in my head as I thought about what I want to do, how I want to do it. If I wanted to get them, I'd have to use my pheromones. The infected had this weird musk and pheromone that they put out from their sweat and other bodily fluids. It drove men's libidos up, trapping them in a haze of lust.
Something I needed these men to be in, I could feel my hairy armpits tingle, pulsing lightly with power as they began to work overtime. I could already see the men's noses twitch. Normally when my bro's and I had started smelling pheromones we would have stopped everything we were doing, done a search and or just ran away. But they were too busy and their loss was my gain. Their bodies began to sweat as the screaming match got to a head. They were breathing heavy and deep, their noses and cocks twitching as they let their emotions get the best of em.
I could feel my musk wafting off and out of me, circulating around the men in the room. PULSING with deep, ancient primordial power as it slowly leads to them all becoming a little bit slower to react. This is the best part watching their eyes just slightly glaze over, their cocks harden against the fabric prisons of their underwear and pants. All with the knowledge that they just to themselves think it's the rage, and knowing that this is just the base layer, to infect them, for them to join the horde, they just need to be exposed to cum.
At some point in what became a screaming match Thomas had tried to say they couldnât know who before they turned but Wayne had already grabbed Eric, throwing him, and with him the device out the door as Zayne locked it back up.
Eric had begun banging on the door as it was slowly locked, his twinky frame standing no chance of busting through.
âGuys, guys, please you . You are making a mistake. It's not, it's not me please let me.. let me inâ he was crying, probably scared out of his mind, I'd have been sad for him if it didn't mean id be in his position if I didn't frame him. Lost without any cocks to suck.
âShut it FAGGOT!â Zayne shouts as he fully finishes locking the door sealing their fate.
âPlease, Wayne, Wayne please Thomas I won't make it out here, and whatever thing took over one of you⌠guys guys!!â he tries to shout it, but his voice is muffled and hard to understand through the crying. But his heaving and crying does stop and when it does I can't help but look at Thomas and see him second guess everything.
They're all distracted staring at the door, distracted enough for me to adjust myself. Distracted enough for me to shove my hands down my pants, and distracted enough for me to take my precum covered fingers and gently put my hand on the back of Wayne's neck. Causing him to shiver and jump with surprise. His body immediately pulsing, starting to feel on fire as I made contact with him and pre cum started entering through his pores.
Thank god for the twinkâs last smash against the door to hide dear Wayne's last moan. I see the spark of the infection PULSE through him and he quickly creams his pants, eyes fully glazing over as he starts foaming at the mouth hungry for dick. He looks over at Thomas whose the first to react he tries to back away but the lithe punk rocker is no match for the athletic hockey player who throws himself on top of him, straddling his waist.
âPhillip..Phillip Bro what's going on.. WAYNE GET OFF HIm⌠bro Eric, Eric we were wrong!â Zayne looks at me, at his brother, with fear as he turns to the door to start trying to unlock it but I tackle him, my precum slick hand grabbing at his shoulder as I land face first into his clothed covered hockey butt. The fabric melting as my precum and saliva make contact with both articles of clothing standing in the way of his flesh.
âJOIN ME BRO!!â I moan as I use my other free hand to RIP off the rest of his pants exposing his perfectly round muscled bubble butt. Going commando in a gay sex apocalypse is such a choice. He moans in defiance, his voice harmonizing with Thomas as I part his cheeks, his raging cock leaking precum as my tongue finds his hole. Before long the begging for me not to change him turns into begging to ride my tongue, his cock growing longer as the infection starts to spread in him.
Thomas is bent over behind us, his ass being plowed by Wayne whose cock goes an inch every time he thrusts in and out. Seesawing Thomas into TOMMY the slut. I wath as my fellow Himbo Brothers moan and grow, their bodies PULSING with magic as I slowly tease Zayne closer to orgasm.
âPhill, phill please fuck me, fuck me DADDY PLEASE DADDY PHILL!â His voice was getting higher, needier as his hands quickly found the back of my head and mashed me against his giant cheeks. Bouncing back and forth on my face with reckless abandoned. His muscles flexing and growing as pounds of muscles inflated his arms, chest, ass and thighs. Meanwhile his waist trimmed down to little to no fat becoming a caricature of himself. The word Daddy ringing through my body as I became hungrier, my tongue reaching deeper then any human should.
Its when i felt his body tense that I knew his changes were dumb, his moans became higher until he tensed fully and just stopped, his once average cock growing from five inches to eight in manner of seconds as he came his brains and life away.
Tommy and Wayne werenât far behind Tommy now with his legs strapped around Wayneâs neck. His body becoming more limber and flexible as Wayne whose grown hairier and thicker arms and shoulders, thrusts faster and faster. Their bodies reaching climax before cumming their brains out
My bros and I were ready to fuck the rest of our lives away, and couldnt wait till some more hot asses arrived, begging to be filled to the brim with our cum.
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The Moaning behind the doors told me everything I needed to know, my friends had fallen to the gay erotic zombie virus. No they werenât friends, they were homophobic jackasses Eric. Sure they were hot, but that doesnât excuse what they said or did. I took my device and I ran, my clothes had been torn, I had literally nothing but I knew this might have been an outcome when I did what I did.
Phillip and I had been scavenging for hours before we took our first break, he was such an asshole, but a hot one and after months of surviving this plague. I had had enough. So when he took his nap and I took a watch, I took out a sample my old lab had gathered at the start of this virus. A culture of a zombies cum, perfectly preserved and such a terrible thing to keep hold of, but I was so so horny and so tired of this jackass. With his perfect smile and gigantic dump truck ass he was just wasting.
I had thought opening it and letting his hand touch the cum, it would infect him the easiest. And it was, his fingers grazing the cum as it seeped into him, almost like it had a mind of its own. I watched in fascination as this green pulse of energy raced through him. His skin became cleaner as blemishes disappeared, any scrapes or bruises healed themselves and his body began breathing faster, deeper.
His cock started raging in his pants, getting harder than steel as it grew past its normal length and girth. Going from a solid eight inches before almost ripping his pants off at a monster twelve. His underwear flooded with cream as his body readjusts in its slumber, mind most likely reeling as the physical changes took shape.
It was the earliest form of the virus so it didnât mutate men into the true muscle freaks we see now. But if anyone were to see him with his pants off theyâd know.
I tried to rationalize this decision, saying that I was just monitoring the changes, that I just wanted to infect him. But if that was the case why had I walked all the way back to our base with him. Why hadnât I just told my fellow survivors immediately and it was simple.
It was hot seeing him change, and I just wish I got to see the others change too.
The end?
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there were some images and gifs lost to time and adhd sadly but they would have got this story flagged anyway so its not like I could post it anyway. XD love you guys!
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