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Blake had just stepped off the bus when he heard his friend's voice.
"Blake, how are you doing?"
Looking up he saw his best friend and maybe something more, Adam, perched on a cement wall. "I'm okay. Sorry I forgot about your swim meet yesterday. How did you do?"
Adam jumped down the wall, landing like a cat. Blake straightened, not liking the fact he was a little shorter than his friend. "Not bad considering we were up against the team from Innsmouth. Our coach told us we didn't really have much of a chance to begin with. He swears they're half fish and after yesterday I agree. The kid I was up against just missed breaking the record in the hundred yards butterfly by a few tenths of a second."
"Sorry I missed it."
Adam's smile faltered. "You're not paying attention are you?"
Blake shrugged. "I'm just distracted."
"It's been three days."
"I had him for three years."
"I know. How did you find him again?"
"He was by the dumpster at the gas station." Blake could still remember his first sight of the little mutt. Rover, as he had named the dog, had the biggest grin Blake had ever seen. He had smelled and, when he brought him home, he had wet the carpet in excitement. A good bath and some training had solved both of those problems. His parents had only allowed him to keep him on those conditions.
Rover had been pretty easy to train. The vet said he was pretty old and probably he only had to be reminded of what was expected of him. Whatever had happened to his previous owners, Blake had never found out. Rover never had any tags or a tracking chip in him. Posters had never shown up around town; his parents had looked with some desperation for them. Blake knew, even at ten, that his parents had not thought him responsible enough.
"He was a good dog," Adam said.
"Yeah," Blake agreed.
They started walking towards the school. Most of the other students had gone inside already, but there were a few groups outside chatting. As they passed one Adam spoke up again. "You want to come by my house after school?"
Despite himself , Blake smiled and felt a twitch of life from his dick. It had been a few days since he had felt anything from down there. "I don't see why not."
The day droned on for Blake. Even gym class was boring as they were doing the physical fitness test. The only bright part of the day was being with his friends. Unfortunately, when it came time to take the bus home he was alone again. He remembered that in elementary school the bus ride home had been fun. Most of his friends had been on the same bus, but middle school had brought different routes.
Arriving home Blake stayed only long enough to grab a glass of iced tea and to leave a note for whichever parent came home first. Hopping onto his bike he started to ride towards Adam's house. Tracing the familiar trail brought up mixed feelings. As he had grown older, the walks he had taken Rover on had became longer and longer. It made him sad to pass the same spots without him. Still, if it had not been for those walks he would not have met Adam.
Blake had taken Rover down a side street that had a dead end sign on it. He had passed the road several times before. It was only a whim that led him down it this time. Adam had been in his driveway with his shirt off and shooting baskets. The unexpected sight had stopped Blake in his tracks while making him hard.
When Adam went to retrieve the ball he must've seen Blake standing there and waved him over. The summer had just started and Blake discovered that Adam had moved in only a few days previously. They had talked for a bit and found they had little in common. Blake had left after maybe ten minutes. For some reason the next day he took the same route and found Adam outside again. Again they talked. Adam asked about what he was interested in and Blake returned the favor. The third time they met up Adam was a little different. He complemented Blake on his hair and clothing. It was only after Blake had left that he realized that Adam might have been flirting with him. On his fourth visit Blake left with a kiss and an invitation to watch a movie later that night.
Blake had always known he went both ways. The fact that the first person who asked him out had a dick was fine with him. He did find it a little strange that at first he and his boyfriend had little in common. However, they had sort of grown together. In fact the only thing that had allowed them to become friends was Rover. It wasn't just the walks, but Adam enjoyed petting him and rolling the basketball down the driveway so Rover could chase it.
Those memories occupied him until he arrived at Adam's house. As customary Adam had left his garage door opened so he could ride right in. Parking his bike he hit the button to close the door. The rumbling sound brought Adam to the door instantly and they embraced. Exchanging small talk they headed to Adam's room in the basement.
Right before they were about to go down Adam stopped. "I forgot something. Why don't you head down, I will be down in a minute."
Blake tried to hide his smile, suspecting what was up. "Okay. I'll just look through your porn collection until you come down."
"Yeah, I keep the really nasty stuff under my bed. Enjoy."
Blake felt himself smiling as he went down the stairs. Adam didn't have any porn. At least none he had ever shared outside of those stories he like to read. Blake knew Adam had some experience before him. He had the impression it was an older cousin or something. He never asked too much about him in case he didn't measure up.
Adam's basement had two doors at the bottom of the stairs. One room held the furnace and the other led to Adam's room. It was a nice size room, probably bigger than Blake's own. Like Blake's room it had memories too. He remembered being pinned against the door as Adam's hands had explored down his pants, touching areas that no one else had. Crossing the room he stepped over the spot where he had first stripped naked for another. When he sat down on the bed, he remembered this was where he received his first blow job. If he were to lie down on the bed, he would be close to another first. That memory was only about a month old.
There was a series of cracks and pops as Adam quickly descended the stairs. The loud stairs had saved them on more than one occasion.
When the door opened Adam stood there in a blue Speedo and nothing else. Adam's skin was smooth with small nipples and muscles just under the skin. When he moved you could tell he was powerful, but he lacked a six-pack or anything like that. His legs were strong and they carried him with a confident stride.
"You missed seeing me in this yesterday, so I thought I'd give you a private viewing," Adam said coming to a stop in the middle of the room.
Blake's not quite three inches started to strain against his jeans. Standing, he gave Adam a hug and tilted his head for a kiss. He felt arms wrap around him in a comforting embrace and for the first time in the last few days, he felt happy.
Adam's hand started to wander down, lifting his shirt up, as the other slipped down his pants, cupping his butt. His friend gave it a little squeeze which caused Blake to push against Adam's erection. Blake broke the kiss and felt Adam's cheek brush against his own as he went to his neck. Adam placed a kiss on his neck and slid his lips down a little further, kissing and licking until he reached his shirt and pushed it a little aside before starting up again.
Blake never knew how to start these things, not like Adam did. Really the only way Blake could start something was by being direct and asking if they could 69 or something. As Adam's hand slipped to his butt cheek he realized he kind of liked being on the receiving side.
Adam's hand left his butt, but not his pants. He slowly turned Blake around and turned his attention to the other side of his neck. Blake leaned back into Adam's embrace. He could feel his erection poking his butt. Bringing his arms up he rested his hands on Adam's forearm and let them hang there as Adam undid his pants. Once they were pushed past his hips they fell down to around his knees. Adam's hand slipped down to his hips and pulled his shirt up and off. His friend's hand landed on Blake shoulders and twisted him around again.
Adam kneeled down, pulling down Blake's underwear to his knees before standing and giving Blake a gentle push. He fell backwards onto the bed, his legs kicking in the air. Adam caught them and pulled off his underwear and socks.
Blake laid back on the bed, his feet on the ground and legs spread. Being naked even in front of Adam was still new. It was both exciting and a little embarrassing. It was exciting because he knew what it would lead to and he liked how Adam looked at him. It was embarrassing because of his size. His penis was just under three inches erect. Adam said it was fine, but he had never had the courage to look it up online.
Blake's eyes drifted down Adam's chest to his speedo. His friend had no worries on that front. His four-and-a-half inches looked like they were barely contained. After a few seconds of silence Blake slid off the bed onto the floor. On his knees he hooked his fingers behind Adam's Speedos and pulled them down.
Adam's dick sprung forth like a jack-in-the-box. His friend's large erection slapped up against his belly. He only had a little hair mostly at the top, but there were a few on his balls. Not for the first time Blake wondered why there was such a small difference in their heights but such a difference in their development. He was still very pre-pubescent.
Blake hand reached up and caressed Adam's balls. When not aroused Adam's balls hung low and slightly uneven, but aroused they tucked up closer his body much like Blake's did. Rolling Adam's balls around for a minute he looked up at his friend. "Lay down on the bed. I'll ride you today."
Adam smiled and ran his hand through Blake's hair. Wordlessly Adam moved to the bed and rolled onto it. Blake followed, sliding on top of him. Leaning down he kissed Adam; their tongues intermingled as Blake's hand slipped between the wall and the bed. Dividing his attention between the search and the kiss, it took him a few seconds to find the KY tube.
Adam had ordered the stuff from a website without his parent's knowledge. He would buy a gift card and use that so nothing would show up on his parents' credit card. It was something Blake was a bit nervous try himself. As he felt how light the container was, he guessed Adam would have to do it again soon.
Breaking the kiss, Blake squeezed out some lubricant onto his fingers which he then applied to his crack and slipped a finger inside himself. Twisted around he grabbed Adam's erection and put it against his hole. Exhaling he leaned back until he could feel it at his entrance. First there was pressure before he felt the tip sliding into him. Once he had a little of Adam's length in him he took a deep breath and sat back. The lubricant allowed him to take the entire length in only a few seconds. There was a little pain that caused him to gasp, but as he sat there it faded away.
Blake sat there for a moment enjoying the sensation of being full. Adam was just pressing against his prostate. If he leaned back a little it felt amazing. He could rock himself to orgasm right here. Blake had done that before. That wasn't what he wanted today though. Placing his feet flat on the bed, he rose a little and then slipped back down. Adam's mouth opened in a silent moan. He did it again, sliding up and down.
He started to bounce up and down faster and faster. The room filled with Blake's groans and Adam's moans along with the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin. Blake could feel his climax approaching and he tried to clench his muscles to hold it back. His clenched muscles made it harder to slide up and down. Adam's response was to thrust up into him. It only took a few seconds to push Blake over the edge to his dry orgasm. Adam wasn't far behind. He fired his load deep into Blake.
Blake fell forward onto the bed face first and immediately felt an arm wrapped around him in a kiss on the back of his neck. "I barely broke a sweat," Adam said kissing him again.
Blake, who was breathless, rolled over so he was lying on Adam's shoulder. "Yeah, well next time you can do all the work." He smiled to take any bite out of his words. Right now he just wanted to stay in the warm afterglow for long as he could.
"Hey, Blake. There's something I want to ask you." Adam said after a minute of silence.
Blake was still breathing heavily. "What is it?"
"Well, I've been thinking. Have you really accepted the fact that Rover is gone?"
The pleasant feeling of the afterglow ended there and then. "What do you mean?" Blake asked as he rolled over Adam and climbed out of the bed to start to get dressed.
Adam sat on the edge of the bed and watched, his elbows perched on his knees. "When I lost a friend it took me a while to really accept the fact he was gone. I mean like I knew he was gone, but I didn't really understand he was gone. Does that make sense?" Adam questioned.
Blake pulled on his shirt and looked around for his underwear. "I don't know. I guess sometimes I still expect him to greet me when I come home."
"Yeah me too. I was thinking maybe we could sort of speed up the process for you," Adam suggested.
Blake stopped and turned to face his friend. "And how would we do that?"
Adam shrugged. "This is just an idea. You don't have to agree."
Blake shot his friend a glare.
Adam held up his hands. "Okay sorry. Well, you know my dad is a history professor at Arkham University?"
"Yeah, I know." The first time Blake had met Adam's dad, he had been surprised. The man had come to the elementary school twice. Once to give a talk on local history, which was boring, and once to give a talk about local legends, which were not boring.
"Right, well he's been reading this book lately. Well, actually it's a copy of a book. The Necronomicon. Really weird old witchcraft stuff I guess. Only, you know, not the eye of newt stuff. Anyway, there's this passage in there about raising the dead. I thought maybe we could try it and once it doesn't work you could sort of accept that he's gone. Sort of like a last-ditch effort, you know?"
Blake stared at his friend, not knowing what to say. It was weird, but was it really any weirder than what his mom had suggested? Writing a letter to Rover? Rover had been a smart dog, but he had never learned how to read. This seemed equally ridiculous. Then again his friend was trying to help him. Maybe, like with the letter idea, he should at least humor him. "Let's see the book."
Adam led the way upstairs to the study. Blake knew where it was, but at least this way he got to watch Adam's ass as he went upstairs. After a brief pause at the bathroom so his friend could get dressed, they went into his father study.
Blake really didn't think that people had libraries anymore, at least not in the house. However, Adam's father's study was lined with bookshelves with actual books that looked old. A lot of them didn't even have titles or just had Journal scrawled across their spines. Blake's eyes automatically strayed to the far end of the room where there was a painting.
The painting was singularly disturbing. The title of it was 'Ghoul Feeding' and it was by a local artist, Richard Pickman. The man had captured something uniquely disturbing that was hard to describe. Of all the cheesy horror movies he had seen, all of the Resident Evil games he played, none had given Blake nightmares like that painting had. He had tried to search for the artist online once and although he found several people by that name only one had been an artist and even then there had only been one reference. It had been an article from an old newspaper that was putting its archives online. The particular story dated back to around 1926 and it was simply a review of local art show. Richard Pickman had been mentioned and the only thing said about his painting was it had to be from a disturbed mind. Blake would have to agree with that statement.
Adam, not noticing his friend's interest, had gone to his father's desk. He knelt down and opened a drawer before pulling out a thick pile of paper. "My dad told me the original copy of this book is covered in human skin. This is the transcript, though."
"Human skin? There's no way anyone would allow that," Blake said, making a face.
Adam started thumbing through the pages, but looked up at his comment. "No, you're wrong. It wasn't uncommon for medical textbooks to have those 150 years ago. Like I said, the book is old."
don't believe you. You're kidding me." Blake wasn't actually sure what to
believe at that
the moment. People in the past were, well, weird.
"Why are you arguing with the son of a historian? You know you're gonna lose," Adam said as he leafed through the pages.
For Blake's peace of mind he decided it was a joke, but decided not to push it.
"Wish this had an index. Oh, here we are. Here, come take a look."
Blake stepped around the desk and glanced down at the page. He stared at it uncomprehending for a few seconds, wondering if his dyslexia had decided to kick into high gear, before realizing something. "What is this? Greek?"
Adam poked him with his elbow. "It's in Latin. Whose mind jumps to Greek first?"
Blake shoved his elbow into Adam's side a bit harder than his friend had. "Sorry I'm having enough trouble mastering English. How the hell do you expect me to recognize Latin let alone read it?"
Adam shrugged and closed the book. "You don't have to. Luckily for you my parents started teaching me Latin shortly after they started teaching me English. I can honestly say this is the first time I'm glad they did so. I'm practically fluent."
Blake rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well, hurray for useless talents."
Adam just smiled. "Yes, well here's the thing. There's not much in the way of instructions but they do specify it has to be done at night. Think you can stay over? The pet cemetery is closer to here than your house."
Blake shrugged. "It's Friday and it's not like I need to be home."
Blake called home and left a message for his parents. If they needed him home they would call.
Blake and Adam went outside and kicked a soccer ball around until Adam's parents came home from the University where they both worked. Neither voiced objections to Blake staying overnight. After dinner Adam suggested they camp out for the night. This time his parents grumbled it was too cold, but when you have sleeping bags designed for -20°, fall temperatures aren't that bad.
As the sun was setting Adam and Blake took their tent and sleeping bags about 100 yards into the woods. They had camped here before although Blake preferred to go further back in the woods. By the time eight o'clock rolled around it was good and dark so they decided to head out. They argued briefly on the best way to get there. Blake wanted to cut through the woods while Adam wanted to use the roads. In the end Adam won.
It was about a 20 minute walk to the pet cemetery, which was just across the street from the human cemetery. The two couldn't be more different. The pet cemetery only had a low fence surrounding it while the human cemetery had a high, solid wall. Blake knew the human cemetery was old, and part of the reason for the wall was to prevent grave robbing. It was why the gate was so thick and heavy too.
Stepping over the low fence, Blake had a feeling of unease for the first time. He paused and really took in the scene before him. The moon was full and the flat gravestones all seemed to shine. It was a quiet night and when the wind blew he could hear the dry leaves rustling over each other.
"Let's not do this."
Adam stopped and turned to look at him. "What? We're already here."
"Adam, I appreciate what you want to do, but I think it's just going to take time to get over Rover's death. You saying some words to try to resurrect him, I don't know, now that we're here, it's just creepy."
Adam stared at him and shrugged. "All right, but I really was going all out for you. I even practiced saying it yesterday so I wouldn't mess up."
Blake smiled. "Well you can still say it if you want. Just not over Rover's grave."
Adam took a deep breath and shouted. "Exaudite vocem meam! Oculos aperite et ex terra escendite! Huc venite et mihi parete! Impero!"
Blake didn't understand a word, but Adam seemed pleased. "Happy?"
"Much. You want to pay respects while you're here?"
Blake thought for a second. "Yeah. He's not that far from here."
Together they went to Rover's grave. The grave marker wasn't real stone, but just cement. A few leaves were sticking to it and Blake pulled them off. He never knew how old Rover was so the date he had brought him home was what he had selected for his birthdate. After a few minutes of quiet contemplation Blake turned silently away and started walking towards the fence, followed by Adam.
When they stepped back over the fence Adam asked, "You okay?"
"Yeah, I guess."
Adam stepped closer, enveloped Blake and hugged. Blake leaned into the hug, his nostrils filling with the faint smell of Adam's soap.
"Do you hear something?" Adam suddenly asked.
Blake pushed him away. "Why did you have to ruin the moment?"
"No, seriously. I thought I heard something," Adam said.
"When I was seven, my older cousins tried to tell me a body escaped from the cemetery. I didn't fall for it. Knock it off, ass." Blake was expecting Adam to give in, but his friend just stood there with his head cocked and, despite himself, he did the same.
Once he started listening for it he did hear a sound. It was the sound of someone walking over dry leaves, but more than one person. There was another sound too, like clothing rustling. Slowly turning his head, he tried to isolate the sound and found it was coming from the other cemetery. He turned towards the large stone wall. It had to be close to eight feet, but as he looked he saw a hand appear on the wall. The hand was followed by a head.
first thought was stupid teenager. However, the man tumbled over the wall and
landed on his face. Blake took a step across the street, but the man had sat
up. Well, most of him had. His arm was very visibly left on the ground. It was
only then he got a good look at the man's face.
Adam had shouted what Blake was thinking. His mind had yet to make the next logical jump. Zombie equals running away.
The second and then third hand appeared on the wall and that was when Blake's fight or flight instinct finally kicked in. Grabbing Adam's hand he pulled him down the road before they both broke into a run. Just as they were about to turn the corner he looked back and saw at least a dozen in the road now starting after them. More were pouring over the wall.
"Shit! They're fast zombies."
They ran. Blake kept glancing behind him and realized something. These may be fast zombies, but their limbs were fragile. One zombie had been only 20 yards behind them when his knee had bent the wrong way and he lost the lower part of his lag. That had seemed to be the fate of most of the faster zombies. Their limbs flew off of them like dry twigs off a branch. Eventually there weren't any immediately behind them and they slowed to catch their breaths.
Blake took three deep breaths before yelling at Adam. "What the hell did you do?"
"Don't look at me. I just said some Latin."
"You raised the dead!"
"I didn't know it would work. Neither did you."
Blake had to give him that. "All right, sorry, it's not your fault. Is there any way to put them back in the ground?"
"Yeah, but I didn't practice that part. I don't even remember it."
"Well that is just irresponsible."
"I didn't envision this being a problem! If I ever try necromancy again, I'll be better prepared."
Blake wiped the sweat away from his forehead and glanced the way they had come. Right now he couldn't see any zombies, but he had the feeling they weren't going to give up. "Let's just get to your place. Okay?"
They jogged back to Adam's house. The only light on was upstairs and the front door was locked so they went around the back. Locking the door behind them, they made their way to Adam's father's study. Flipping the lights on, Adam started to leaf through the book. Blake rocked back and forth on his heels as his friend searched.
Suddenly there was a bang and Blake jumped. A zombie was pounding on the window. This one was a female and naked. Under different substances Blake might've thought that was hot, but she was missing one of her breasts and part of her face. There was another bang and then the sound of breaking glass somewhere. Within seconds there was a zombie pounding at every window. The inside of the house sounded like a thunderstorm.
"Hurry up!" Blake shouted.
"I'm looking." Adam growled.
"Boys? Is that you down there?" came the voice of Adam's father.
"Stay upstairs," Blake warned.
Telling a parent to stay upstairs after hearing the sound of breaking glass was probably not one of his better ideas. Adam's father rushed down the stairs and was at the doorway to the study in seconds.
"What's going on here?" he demanded.
Adam was still looking through the book leaving Blake to answer the question. "Well, we kind of accidentally raised the dead."
Adam's father leaned into the room and saw what was hitting the window. He muttered something, stepped into the room and pulled the book out of Adam's hands. He turned several pages before slamming back down at the desk and pointing at the page. "Read this."
Somewhere another windowpane broke as Adam tried to say the words. He faltered and had to start again. There was a crash in the hallway. Blake looked through the doorway to see a zombie there.
Then Adam shouted in a confident voice. "In humum redite! Ad carmina terrae recursate!" He was about to hug his friend when he realized they weren't out of danger just yet. Slowly he turned to see Adam's father staring at them with his arms crossed.
"Adam, raising the dead is the second most dangerous and reckless thing you have ever done. The Necronomicon is not a toy!"
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