Zombie Boyz: Ghoul's Gym by Eric Arvin & TJ Klune

Author:Eric Arvin & TJ Klune [Klune, Eric Arvin & TJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Gay Mainstream
Publisher: Wilde City Press
Published: 2013-02-20T16:00:00+00:00

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We are all back in the closet – the utility closet, that is. Yes, sir. We are five slabs of all-American prime beef hiding from the butchers in the dark. I will never eat a hamburger again. I swear it.

The utility closet is in a hallway on the second level of the fitness center where we keep all the defunct machines that need some work – the treadmills upended so the repairman can get to the undercarriages and fix them, and the cable machines pulled all to hell and as wiry as Medusa. There ain’t no lock on the closet door, so we’re all hoping and praying that zombies don’t know how to turn door knobs. All we can do is hold tight to it. Tobey and Thad have their barbells in hand just in case.

But damn, it’s crowded in here. My closet back home is bigger than this, and I’m no clothes whore. The five of us are packed tight, tit to tit, cock to cock, face to face, covered in Griff and sweat in the dark, while I try to figure out what the hell is going on with the internet on my cell phone. The sheer adrenaline-inducing power of the moment has caused more than one of us to sprout boners, and as pretty as that flesh bouquet is, I keep thinking of Stephen getting his wiener gnawed off, and I want to throw up. I’m also glad I’m not naked like my poor friends here.

Johnny shakes like a tweaked out club kid as Tobey tries to comfort him. I really don’t know what good it’s doing.

Casey sneezes, a chunk of Griff flying off the top of his head and hitting me in the forehead. “It’s too damn crowded in here,” he complains. “Anyone want to be a sacrifice for the greater good? Johnny? How about you?”

“Hush your fucking face, Casey,” Tobey says. Tobey’s a man of the cloth, but he ain’t wearing any cloth at the moment so I guess he can cuss all he wants.

“Oh, come on,” says Casey. “Everyone here can see the guy’s a freaking redshirt. I don’t want to be around when those zombies get him. Do you, preacher man?”

“Pay no attention to him, Johnny,” Tobey says. “You’re going to make it through this just fine. I’ll see to that. God will see to that.”

“I could use some comforting, Father Tobey,” Casey says, sex ever on his mind.

“Get your finger out of my ass, Casey,” Tobey says.

“Why? It feels even holier than the rest of you.” He snickers. “Get it? Holy.”

“You’re an ass, Casey,” Thad chimes in. “Shut the fuck up.”

“Maybe we should sacrifice you, Superman?” says Casey, his face drawn and serious. “I love a good hero-in-peril story. Besides, your ass is taking up most of the room in here. Why don’t you lay off the squats? Unless you want to do them on my face.”

“Nothing belonging to you or any other man will ever make it in my ass, Casey,” says Thad, unperturbed.

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