Cock Zombies

(Adult content follows. Mature readers only, please.)

At some point that night, William had a dream that he was standing in front of his bathroom mirror, naked except for a towel around his waist. He looked in the mirror and jumped. Anthony Smith was there, in his bedroom, staring at him intently.

Smith was tall and in his mid-30’s, it looked like. He was completely naked. He was lean and wiry, with well-defined muscles in his chest and arms. He had short-cropped brown hair that was messy on top.

William had no sense of fear. This was not a scary dream. He was entranced by the man who had appeared in his room.

Smith’s body had very little hair. He looks enjoyably smooth, William thought. Just a small patch of light brown hair around that large penis that didn’t seem to leave William’s mind. Now, in the dream, Smith’s unit was completely erect and looked gigantic. William turned to face Smith.

“What do you want,” William said. “Why are you here?” He walked into the bedroom. He had an inexplicable urge to be closer to Smith, whose cock was spellbinding. He longed to know what it would be like to taste it, to feel it moving between his legs.

Smith said nothing. He continued looking William up and down with his steely blue eyes. William swore he could see something in the gaze that looked like pleading. He felt like he was watching himself in a movie. He was no longer in control of the scene.

“Do you...do you want me?” he heard himself ask, softly.

Finally, Smith spoke one word: “Cooocccckkkk.”