"Not gay? Then why is your pretty little dick so hard and leaking so much pre-cum, little man," the rugged looking man intimately inquires of the teen...boy? Devon was confused. Why am I so hard he thinks to himself? Ashamed, he lets out a moan as the man slips a hand through the leg opening of his briefs to grasp his pulsing teen cock and begins rubbing it up and down stopping to massage the mushroom head and toy with his piss slit. "Look mister, I said I ain't gay. I have a girlfriend so please. Focus on action, thrill, eroticism and/or sex. Avoid highly descriptive bloody horror. You can integrate your existing stories if you have some. The general genre of this story is an erotic action thriller, rated "R" or above.The story is in the same genre as other stories of the undead, except zombies remain with two basic needs instead of only one: eating and procreating. They are seeking healthy flesh and fresh sperm to cure themselves and live a little longer, and healthy wombs to. Have fun!” Andrea walked out. The door disappeared behind her, taking away the only way in and out of her secret room. The lights above cut out, enveloping the room in almost total darkness. It was silent, save for tinny pornographic groans and the soft hum of machinery. The only light came from the computer screen, where the machine still faithfully displayed what it was doing to Susan. A gallon of hot water with a packet of Andrea’s special extra cramping powder mixed in was being poured into. I could hear how much he enjoyed the feel of my spasming flesh. How much pleasure I gave him. I whimpered in pure delight. I sucked in such deep breaths. My entire body trembled. The pleasure buzzed through my body.“I'm pregnant, big brother!” I moaned. Tears fell down my cheeks as the joy surged through me. “You bred me!”He hugged me, holding me as he laid us down on our sides. He spooned me, his dick still buried in my pregnant cunny. I twisted around, kissing him over my shoulder. He tasted.