Gay Zombie Erotix

By Richard Wax

There are those who don’t know themselves in this life. It is only after they are dead, or become undead, that the truth is fully revealed.

Miles hid his attraction for men in his waking life, but as a zombie, embarks on a sexual journey like no other.

When he with his girlfriend, he fantasized about well stuffed speedos when he jerked off. But as a zombie, those fantasies became a reality: a burly guy in a bar, a doctor and his hunky Latin nurse, Carlos, several hot hung friends of Carlos and a Tom of Finland 3-way that knocks his socks off... just to name a few.

With no shortage of humor, this “coming out of the coffin” tale takes the reader on an erotic journey filled with colorful, well drawn characters that get into every position in the book!

Miles, who is gifted with a permanent erection (well, rigor mortis HAS set in) gets way more than he bargained for and may even find true and eternal love with the irresistible Carlos... but will they both be undead?... or both be alive?... you’ll just have to read it and see.

28,600 words, 100 pages, explicit sexual content.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Richard Wax
• Release date: Jan 8, 2013
• ISBN: 9780988756403

Richard Wax

Richard Wax is a filmmaker and humorist living in Los Angeles.

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Gay Zombie Erotix

By Richard Wax

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Gay Zombie Erotix Copyright 2013 PFP - LD

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage or retrieval system without the written permission of the Publisher, except where permitted by law.

Cover Art by, Claudio Marcelo Reis

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living, dead, or undead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

ISBN: 978-0-9887564-0-3

First Edition January, 2013

Passion Fruit Productions - Literary Division

Table of Contents:

Chapter 1 - Miles Before

Chapter 2 - Miles Ahead

Chapter 3 - Miles No More

Chapter 4 - Gay Zombie

Chapter 5 - Examining Miles

Chapter 6 - Miles & Carlos

Chapter 7 - The House

Chapter 8 - Cole

Chapter 9 - Miles of Cock

Chapter 10 - Good Morning

Chapter 11 - Totem Shaft

Chapter 12 - Thai Time

Chapter 13 - Upstairs Bulge

Chapter 14 - Room #1214

Chapter 15 - A New Day

Chapter 16 - Miles Anew

Chapter 17 - Miles of Closure

Epilogue

Chapter 1 - Miles Before

Miles Benton lay on his bed. The fingers on his left hand circled around his right nipple while his right hand stroked his cock in a gentle up and down motion. As his jerks became quicker, he closed his eyes and thought about the boys he knew from his high school swim team. There was no shortage of eye candy back then; with every possible arrangement of the guys' junk in their Speedos. Some wore their dicks to the side, others the 'traditional bulge' and some flipped it up - Miles' personal favorite. In fact, it was Mark Gleeson who wore his thick cock up like a trophy.

When Miles jerked off, he would often think about Mark's 'upstairs bulge'. He would see himself on his knees with that stuffed Speedo inches from his face; the outline of the ball sack, the four or five inches of dick and the details of the head showing through the sheer material.

As Miles continued to jack his cock, he slowly eased his left middle finger into his asshole. It had taken Miles a while to get comfortable with this move, but after discovering the magic button, it was now a regular habit.

His eyes were still closed, and as his finger entered deeper, Miles jerked harder on his cock. He pictured his face finally falling forward into Mark Greeson's thick member. The nylon of the Speedo felt great against Miles' face. He pressed into that thick cock and opened his lips a bit around the heavy ball sack. Pressing his face hard into the warm bulge, he pushed his finger upward into his prostate until creamy white spurted onto his stomach with many thrusts.

His breathing remained heavy, as he continued to pull on his nut sack and push against his perineum. With a satisfying exhale, he grabbed a pre-set towel, wiped up the volumes of cum and then sat up.

Miles looked in the mirror. He had jet black hair and green eyes with a slim build. His shoulders were broad enough, but he was never one to bulk out. He had several tattoos and was something of a rocker. As a gifted musician, Miles was always in the studio laying down tracks for good session money.

His buddies had formed a band with Miles on electric, but they weren't much good. They did it mostly for fun. Miles' soulful talent was recognized by enough producers to keep them working and doing what he loved.

In Hollywood everyone wanted to be a rock star, so Miles was grateful that he was able to meet rent with so many struggling all around him.

Miles relaxed back down onto the bed and stared at the ceiling fan overhead.

Becca, his girlfriend, walked into the bedroom. Did you do it without me again?

Sorry, babe. I had an attack of the hornies and couldn't help myself.

Oh, you.

Becca was a rocker chick with a boyish body. Parts of her hair were dyed orange and, depending on the day, could be pink or green. She had more ink than Miles and a tougher attitude, too. Miles was attracted to her confidence and take-no-prisoners approach to life.

They had been sharing an apartment for close to two years and had a pretty good thing going. They didn't screw as much as she would like, but she learned early on that pleasuring herself was the key to this relationship.

He would mostly fuck her doggie style, spreading her cheeks to get a good look at her asshole. Her butt would drive Miles crazy. They had experimented with anal sex on occasion, but it wasn't her favorite. He loved having a different sensation while fucking her. The feel of her pucker holding onto his tool really got him going. She loved his dick, but much preferred penetration the old fashioned way - her other orifice was only made available when they were fucked up.

Miles had a beautiful cock that was just what a cock should be: seven inches, straight up, and nice round balls that didn't disappear when he got hard. It was nice and slender, not too thick, like that Gleeson cock he loved to fantasize over.

Becca wanted Miles to look her in the eyes and kiss her when they banged. Miles could kick it, but it never gave him the wow factor he dreamed of. He wouldn't go soft, and he would make sure she was satisfied, but his mind would wander.

To date, Miles had let life drift along without addressing the issues he knew he would have to face at some point. He was sure about one thing, it wasn’t fair to Becca.

We're going to Eddie's tonight, Becca stated, waking him out of his daydream.

Huh?

Eddie’s. We’re hanging there tonight.

Again?

Yeah. He says he has a surprise. Everyone's coming over. What do you mean, again?

It's nothing. I always have fun over there. It's just their whole 'I wanna be a rock star' thing gets old sometimes.

Miles, you know that the gigs you guys did together are the greatest memories they have! Just knowing they actually played The Whiskey fuels their fire forever!

I know, I know. It's just sometimes you need to move on. Do other stuff.

I can't exactly picture Eddie and Drake joining a softball league, or taking up painting, or heading out to Burning Man, ya know?

I know. Damn, Burning Man rocks! Now, that IS the bomb!

They're just Eddie and Drake.

I know. Hey, what do you say we get some Thai before we head over there?

You got it. And before Thai? she grinned and jumped on him.

She lowered herself towards his pecker... and was about to take that, not quite dry yet, cock in her mouth.

Sweetie, could we just not, I mean, I just came and —.

Fine, you try being celibate! She went into the bathroom, slammed the door and turned on the shower.

She deserved a guy who wanted nothing but to fuck her; a guy who would get on his knees for her. And put a ring on her hand.

Eddie’s...

They arrived at Eddie's around nine o’clock with left over Thai in tow; which was quickly consumed by the other two girlfriends in attendance.

Eddie rented the entire roof of an old classic building in Los Angeles on the corner of Highland and Franklin. He transformed it into a sprawling makeshift penthouse. More than half the space was rooftop with several outdoor lounging areas. Eddie had strung lights between the corners of the structure, capping off a truly unique LA abode They spent a lot of their party time up there overlooking the city.

After the usual insane amount of beer intake, and more than a few bong hits, Eddie was ready to reveal his surprise.

Simply put, Eddie was a cool dude. Sure, he lacked ambition, but being a trust fund baby wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Knowing those monthly checks were coming, plus never seeing a bill from Amex purchases tended to suck the life right