Finding a Shag for the End of the World (Gay Zombie Apocalypse Erotica)
When zombies take over London, two friends find themselves against the wall with no way out. Not wanting to die a virgin, Liam tasks Ethan with finishing what they started in a game of Truth or Dare as teens, with explosive results. More
FINDING A SHAG FOR THE END OF THE WORLD is a sensual tale of apocalyptic lust featuring lacsivious descriptions of explicit gay sex, oral sex, jerking off, and swallowing.
“I don’t want to die a virgin,” Liam said.
I started and looked at him. His eyes were fixed on the wall in front of him. “We’re not going to die, Liam,” I said, sternly.
He turned and looked into my eyes. “I know you think we won’t. And I’m not sure we will but what if we—I do. Die a virgin?”
“I guess a blowjob wouldn’t do either of us any ill right now,” I joked and laughed.
His eyes continued to probe mine.
“I mean it, Ethan.” He shook his head and looked down at our clasped hands. “I don’t want to die a virgin.”
I pulled his hand to my lips and kissed his knuckles. I don’t know what made me do it, except maybe the absurdity and hopelessness of our predicament.
“Look. If it comes down to it, I’ll bugger you myself, OK?”
He nodded and a hint of a smile played across his lips. “I’ve always wondered if we couldn’t have done more than that one time.”
I swallowed loudly and looked away, embarrassed. We’d, as teenagers, played a game of Truth or Dare one night when I’d stayed the night at Liam’s. The game had escalated to the point where he’d dared me to kiss him. It had been my first real kiss and we’d groped each other briefly through our sleeping shorts before his mum had knocked on the door and insisted on lights out.
He held tightly to my hand as I tried to pull away and I looked back up into his eyes. He smiled wanly and put his other hand on my cheek. “I’ve often wondered if you wouldn’t let me kiss you again.” His eyes were so earnest that I found my gaze wandering down to his full lips. He loosened his grip on my hand and slid his finger across the back of my hand, caressing my knuckles.
I felt my cock twitch in my pants and tried to pull my hand away again. He held fast and before I realized what was happening, his mouth met mine and he pressed his lips against me. All of my built-up inhibitions melted. I’d wanted him for so long and he’d never indicated that he felt the same way. For a brief moment I thought that he was throwing himself at me in desperation but I pushed those thoughts aside, opened my mouth to his and snaked my tongue across his lips.
He sighed as our tongues met and pulled my hand to his crotch, letting go finally as he placed my hand on his rock-hard sex. I could feel him throbbing through his tight jeans. As he probed my mouth with his tongue and I invited it past my lips with my own, I squeezed his shaft through the taut denim. I could feel his dick along the left leg of his jeans and as I massaged it while he thrust his tongue into my mouth, I could feel his sweet precum moistening his pant leg.
He moaned and I pulled back, taut and alert for the sounds on the other side of the door. “We have to be quiet,” I admonished in the barest of whispers.
He nodded and placed his hand over mine on his cock, urging me on. “I will,” he mouthed. “Just keep going.”