Murphy enters the M.A.S.A warehouse, and passed all the hyper z's. There are a few of them inside the building, but he doesn't seem too bothered by them. Well, not until he turns a corner to see a z with...um...a prominent bulge. Murphy's eyes go wide and just...stares at him—the z. His voices leak into his head. "Help me. It hurts." Murphy repeats the instructions the guy left him, but he can't move forward. He knows he needs to open the gate for those idiots, but he doesn't have to do it right this second, right? As much as he doesn't want to jerk off a zombie, he knows what it's like to have blue balls. He turns around after passing the z and stands in front of the poor guy. The zombie just looks dead-eyed into his own.
"Look, I'm going to help you. Then I'm going to leave with the drugs, okay?" The zombie nods with a grunt. Murphy lets out a sigh. 'I can't believe I'm doing this,' he thinks, really regretting turning around and coming back now. He takes the z's arm and leads him to a room with no zombies. It's a small office space. He shuts the door and stops to take in the room for a second. 'What to do first,' he thinks. It's not like he's ever jerked off a zombie before. That's never happened in any zombie movie, series, or whatever he's seen. So, this is all new. He sits down on a chair and tells the zombie to sit on him. The guy does, but very awkwardly. He unbuttons the guy's pants and undoes the zipper slowly. He takes out the zombie's penis and holds it in his hand. It's rotting and leaking something black from the tip. Murphy takes a gulp before looking up at the zombie. "Is this okay?" he asks out loud. The z just grunts. He slowly jerks the shaft up and down, testing the waters. The z lets out a soft grunt while he closes his eyes. Murphy holds his breath. The smell is killing him. If he thought zombies smelt really bad before he had one in front of him, this is even worse. Murphy continues jerking the guy's penis up and down until the flesh begins to tear a little. He doesn't notice right away, so he continues the stroking.
"Shit," Murphy curses under his breath, finally taking notice of the rotting flesh draped over his hand instead of on Z's dick. "I'm sorry," he apologizes. The z says to not stop in his mind. Murphy doesn't stop, but he goes slower so he doesn't tear the flesh too much anymore. The z kind of cums onto his hand a moment later. It's like foul-smelling black ooze that drips down Murphy's hand. Murphy can see and hear that it's not enough, though. 'Whatever this zombie got into must've been really strong,' Murphy thinks.
Murphy, cursing himself for helping the guy in the first place, looks down at his crotch. He's actually getting turned on by this. He opens his own pants and takes out his human dick. He holds both dicks in his hand and begins to rub them together. The z lets out a gurgle as more of this black liquid comes out of the tip. Murphy doesn't stop stroking them together. He gets a good speed going, so he closes his eyes and leans back in the chair. He's getting lost in the feeling when he shouldn't be. When he feels something light in his hand, he opens his eyes and lifts his head to look at their disks.
The z's foreskin has fully come off into his hand. Black and rotting flesh is exposed as the same black liquid comes out but in a different shade. Murphy grimaces and throws the rotting foreskin away. It hits the concrete ground with a squelch.
He gags a little at the smell but keeps it down for both their sakes. It's like a rotting pig threw up its own shit. Bile quickly rises in Murphy's throat. He gulps it down even though he so badly wants to hurl.
Murphy pumps them together harder. The z groans out. Murphy's getting close. He lets out a soft groan of his own before blowing his load all over the zombie.
When Murphy comes back to his senses, he apologizes again, but this time for cumming into the zombie. He gets the zombie to get off of him and sit down on the chair. He cleans up the z the best he can before ticking the raw, exposed dick back into the zombie's pants. "Never speaking of this again," Murphy says to himself as he exits the room. He needs a shower and soap because he smells like a dead pig's belly... Not great.