My Gay Zombie

Randell’s heart thumped hard inside his chest. That face and that body. Instantly, he became erect just as Jeremy walked into the living area. And now, thoughts of doing extremely naughty things with him coursed throughout his mind causing him to blush.
Fumbling through his closet, he grabbed a pair of sleep pants along with a sweatshirt. It would do.
“I’m chilled.”
Randell jumped and turned to see Jeremy standing behind him.
“I appear to have startled you this time. It’s becoming a habit…with us.” Jeremy sat on the edge of his bed.
God, he was super sexy! “This should fit you and it’s warm.” His mind skittered once again to the naughties. “If you’re hungry, I can make something.”
Jeremy nodded. “I am hungry, but it isn’t for food.”
Silence.
“Coffee? I know it always brings me around when I’m feeling slightly off, or a beer?”
“Not what I have in mind.” Jeremy pulled the towel from around his waist.
This had to be a dream, a delicious dream. And if it was? He sure as shit didn’t want to wake up.

****

Whatever had come over him, Jeremy didn’t know. Much like the hunger, right now all he wanted to do was fuck. Lust flowed throughout his body and with only one thing on his mind, he closed in on Randell.
“Um, what are you doing?”
“I saw the way you looked at me when I came from the shower. You had that look in your eyes, a look that told me so much with just one passing glance,” he replied, taking Jeremy’s hand and placing it on his chest against his ashen, cool flesh.
The guy flushed crimson. “It’s just that--”
“No need to explain.” He pressed one finger against Jeremy’s lips. “You saw something you liked and I have too. There’s no shame in that, contrary to what some others may say or think.”
“It’s just that I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“With another guy?” he asked, the thought of seducing a virgin, brought his excitement and horniness to a whole new level.
“With anyone. I’m a virgin.”
“But you like guys?”
Randell nodded, taking in a deep breath. “Very much so.”
Jeremy dropped to his knees, his cock rock hard, pointing upward. He unzipped Randell’s fly and reached in until he found what he desired, eight inches of thick, throbbing cock. Uncut. Bonus!
“Sweet Jesus,” said Randell.
“He has nothing to do with it,” replied Jeremy, looking up. He then opened his mouth and didn’t stop until he felt pubic hair rubbing against his nose.
Like an animal driven by some unknown need to quench a lustful thirst, he sucked up and down, his goal to not only pleasure this guy, but also fulfill the urge within himself.