Free Scavengers: Collection - Books 1-4 (Zombie Gentlemen) (m/m zombie steampunk erotic romance) by K.A. Merikan

him over his shoulder with a red face.
    “Like that of the boy in the drawing?” asked the older man teasingly, stroking his partner's back, his penis fitting between his buttocks.
    Finding himself unable to even utter a word, James simply nodded, slouching further forward and putting his hands on the bed. Because of this position and the memory of the drawing, his cock was already stiff and erect against the wood of the footer. He felt his partner patting his buttock, before giving it a light, but loud slap.
    “What’d the boy say to the man?” Ira insisted.
    James opened his lips in silent shock, but he was definitely not displeased with what was happening. “He’d ask him to stick in his fat... meaty cock...,” he whispered, surprised by himself, that he actually said it, but Ira made him feel at ease with his fantasies.
    Ira’s laugh broke the silence and he slapped him again. “Naughty boy,” he commented, swirling his fingertips over the younger man’s butt.
    James panted desperately. He was curious of how it would feel, hoping it wouldn’t hurt much. After what he had been through today though, he didn’t think it could be even one bit as bad. “I can’t help it!” he said a bit louder, grinding his backside into Ira’s fingers. It felt so good to be touched there, he already had goosebumps. And when the sailor was lying on top of him in bed, it felt like being possessed. Simply ecstatic.
    “You want it?” demanded Ira in a rough voice, grinding his growing cock in between the ass cheeks.
    “I do!” James moaned, “I want you all over me,” he said hoarsely, tensing his back muscles.
    “Then show me what you got!” hissed the other man, withdrawing from him with a pinch to his thigh.
    “Huh...?” James looked over his shoulder, his wet hair in a mess.
    Ira’s face was slightly flushed, excitement clearly visible in the man’s eyes. “You spread’em, boy! Come on!”
    James quickly did as he was told, looking back at the bed. “Is this good?” he panted. He felt a rush of cold air on his hole, but then he saw Ira bending down slightly and before he knew it, there was a hot tongue probing at his entrance. His insides melted as he moaned unexpectedly, succumbing to the expert touch. Ira kneaded his buttocks gently, swirling the wet muscle over his anus several times. He stood on the tips of his toes, bending over so much, that he could touch the bed with his cheek. The sensation was amazing and something he'd never even really thought of. Ira’s moan told him just how much he enjoyed it himself. The man alternated between caressing the inner slope of his buttocks and jabbing his tongue inside of James’ tight entrance. His muscles gave in quickly, letting the probing tongue inside. It’s soft, slick structure made him shiver, but suddenly, it was replaced by something harder, which must have been one of Ira’s little fingers. The intrusion felt a bit strange, but could not be described as unpleasant.
    “Not enough, huh?” Ira breathed, excitement clearly present in his voice. He held his other arm over James’ backbone, gently tickling the hip with his fingers. The younger man tensed up for a moment, all nervous, but after a short while he got used to the feeling. The sole idea of being penetrated and owned sent shivers down his spine. It struck him that maybe he simply needed someone like Ira to own him. The man’s confidence radiated from him from the first moment they met. He'd met rugged men before: butchers, blacksmiths, soldiers, but even if any of them had been interested, they would never have had the guts to approach him and reach for what they wanted.
    Soon, Ira’s fist was lightly hitting his backside as he moved the finger in and out energetically, lapping at the stretching entrance every now and then. After a while, the man replaced the pinky with his thumb. He spat at the anus and probed it with the larger finger, slowly, deliberately stretching the muscle even