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"Zombies Ate My Dick"
By Paul S. Stevens
Chapter #1
"Why do you want to spend the night at some stranger's house anyway?" my mother scolded.
"Because Tommy is going to be there," I argued. "His mom is letting him go."
"So, if Tommy's mom let him jump off a cliff, I suppose you think I should let you do that too?"
"Come on mom," I complained. "That's not fair! We're not going to jump off any cliffs. We're just going to have a sleepover. What's wrong with that?"
"What's wrong with that is, I don't know this `Scott' kid, or his family," she continued. "How do I know I can trust them? Tommy is one thing. I know him and his family well, but since I don't know these other people, I don't think it's a good idea!"
"You never let me do anything fun," I fumed. "You're always treating me like a five year old. I'm thirteen years old now!"
"Thirteen! Thirteen," my mother repeated. "You think that makes you old enough to do anything you want?"
"No. But it's old enough to do a sleepover, isn't it?" I whined as I flashed my puppy dog eyes at her.
"You can save the sad puppy look," she said. "You're too old for that to still work."
Just then, the phone rang. It was Tommy's mom. The two of them talked a while and Tommy's mom vouched for Scott's family on my behalf. My mom's mood softened and I could tell that the news was going to be good. On the outside, I calmly smiled at my mom as she talked on the phone, but on the inside, I was jumping for joy.
"Well, I guess someone's going to a sleepover," she said as she covered the receiver with her hand, putting Tommy's mom on hold for a moment.
"Thanks mom," I said as I reached over to kiss her cheek.
"Go on then, go get ready," she said as she slapped my bottom when I turned away. I was too old for that too, but I caught myself before turning back around to complain about it. As I left the room, my mom cheerfully continued her conversation with Tommy's mom while I celebrated my good fortune.
I went straight to my room and plopped on top of my bed. I sat there a minute while I contemplated what kinds of things a thirteen year old boy needs to pack for a sleepover at a stranger's house. Once I made a mental list, I began putting my things together, throwing them in a pile on top of my bed.
A deck of playing cards was the first thing that I came across as I tossed them on the bed. A pair of clean underwear was a necessity in case someone were to play the old `hand in a bowl of warm water' trick on me that I've heard was a classic sleepover prank. I didn't know Scott all that well yet and I didn't know if he was the kind of guy who would play a dirty trick like that on an unsuspecting guest. On the other hand, being prepared for anything, I tossed over my mp3 player in case things turned out to be boring. Then I rustled through my closet and pulled out my sleeping bag and gave that a toss onto the bed as well. I went to the bathroom and grabbed my toothbrush and paste. I hustled down to the kitchen and noticed that Mom was still on the phone. I got a plastic baggy for the toothbrush and paste and quickly headed back to my room. As I looked at the pile of stuff on the bed, I couldn't think of anything more I needed to bring.
When my mom ended her phone call with Tommy's mom, she came into my room to check on my progress. She looked at the pile of stuff I had gathered on my bed and shook her head in disapproval.
"Where's your pajamas?" she asked.
"We're teenage boys, mom," I informed her. "We sleep in our underwear!"
"Oh no you're not," she huffed. "No son of mine is going to go parading around a stranger's house in his underwear. What if you have to use the bathroom in the middle of the night? What if this `Scott' kid has sisters? No sir! You're going to wear your pajamas or you're not going!"
"But mom," I complained.
"No buts!" she insisted.
"All right, fine!" I relented.
She stared at me for a minute and irritatingly tapped her foot on the floor.
"So what are you going to do?" she asked as she put her hands on her hips with grave impatience.
"We're going to watch a movie and scarf down some pizzas and sodas," I explained.
"No, I meant about these," she said as she walked over and pulled open my top dresser drawer. She fished around until she found my favorite pajamas and tossed them on my bed with the rest of my stuff.
"Okay, okay. I got the idea," I said.
"Now, look me in the eye," she insisted. I huffed a bit and looked her directly in the eye. "Promise me you'll wear the pajamas at Scott's house."
"I promise. Satisfied?"
"Good boy," she praised. "Now, get your stuff packed up and ready to go. Tommy's mom is already on her way here to pick you up."
She walked out of my room and I tossed everything into the middle of my sleeping bag and rolled it up. Then I zipped up the carrying case and slung it over my shoulders and set it down by the front door. A couple of minutes later, Tommy's mom rang the door bell. She and my mom talked for a couple more minutes at the door while I grabbed my roll and went out to the car to talk to Tommy. Tommy pushed the backdoor open for me and slid over. I got in the backseat with him and closed the car door behind me.
"Wow," Tommy declared. "How did you get your mom to let you go?"
"I think it was your mom who talked her into it," I said.
"Well, I'm glad it worked out. We're going to have so much fun, I just know it," Tommy said.
"What's the movie going to be? Have you heard yet?" I asked.
"No, I don't think they rented anything yet. I hope they get something scary," he answered. We both looked at each other for a second and read each other's minds.
"Zombies!" we laughed and we both held our arms out and contorted our faces as Tommy's mom approached the car.
"Oh no, there are Zombies in my backseat," she feigned with a frightened look. Then she lowered her voice, "Was I right about that? Are you supposed to be Zombies?" she questioned, hoping she had guessed it right.
"Yes!" we both ghoulishly growled. "We're Zombies!"
"Well then, we don't have a second to lose. I've got to get you to the nearest cemetery as fast as possible and burn you at the stake!"
"Ah, Mom," Tommy groaned. "You don't burn Zombies at the stake!"
"Well, excuse me if I don't know all the subtleties of Zombie-ism," she apologized.
"Now you're just ruining it!" Tommy moaned.
"No Tommy, it's not completely ruined yet," I offered.
"What do you mean?" Tommy asked.
"It's not completely ruined until she starts acting like a Zombie herself."
We all giggled at that as Tommy's mom turned over the engine, looked over her back shoulder to back out of the driveway and looked us both in the eyes as she contorted her face the way we had done and vocalized a hefty Zombie moan. We both laughed.
"Gotcha!" Mrs. Rhodes giggled.
That put a quick end to our Zombie-thon, at least temporarily. Knowing that she had gotten the last laugh, she put the car in drive and headed down the street for Scott's house.
Mrs.
In no time at all, we arrived at Scott's house and Tommy's mom pulled into their driveway. Scott was out in his front yard, tossing a football back and forth to a kid I recognized from school, but didn't know his name. They both excitedly ran over to the car as we came to a stop. Tommy and I quickly got out of the backseat in our haste to say hi. Scott, immediately put us at ease as he introduced us to each other rather diplomatically.
"This is my next door neighbor, Manny. Manny, these are my friends, Tommy Rhodes," Scott said, pointing out my best friend. "Tommy, meet Manny Ortiz."
"How do you do," Tommy said as the two of them shook hands.
"And this is Glenn Talbert," Scott continued, introducing me next.
"Nice to meet you," I said as Manny and I shook hands.
I never understood the saying `How Do You Do'. The first thing that pops in my head has always been, `how do you do what?' Nonetheless, both our parents taught us at a young age to be polite and we've long since stopped contemplating its meaning.
"Do you guys need any help bringing you're stuff in?" Manny offered.
"No, we both packed pretty light," Tommy said.
"Okay then," Scott said. "Let's go in and put your stuff in my room."
"We're going to go on in now," Tommy said to his mom as we grabbed up our sleeping bags from the back.
"Thanks for bringing us, Mrs. Rhodes," I said.
"You boys call me in the morning when you're ready to get picked up," she said.
"We will," I answered for both of us.
"Bye!" we all chimed and waved as Mrs. Rhodes backed out and drove away.
All four of us followed Scott as he led us into his house, up the stairs, and down to his room at the end of the hall.
There were two things I noticed right away. One was that, Scott's room was upstairs and far enough away from his parents' Master Bedroom that it felt like a private haven. The second thing was that his room shared a conjoined bathroom which meant, we didn't need to go down the hall to take a pee if we needed to go in the middle of the night.
"Your room is so cool," I said to Scott. "I have a question. There are two doors in this bathroom. Where does that other door lead?"
"That goes to my older brother's room," He explained.
"Oh, you have an older brother?" I asked.
"Yeah, Brad. He's sixteen," Scott answered. "We're in luck. The big dork is at his friend's house tonight, doing a sleepover with them, so he won't be bothering us tonight."
"Do you have any other brothers or sisters?" I asked as I continued my line of questioning.
"Nope," he clarified. "It's just Mom, Dad, Brad and me. Any other questions?"
"Sorry," I said. "I'll stop the interrogation now."
"It's okay," Scott apologized. "I just forgot for a second that it's your first time here."
Just then, Scott's mom shouted up to us from downstairs.
"Scott!" she called out. "I'm leaving to pick up the pizzas now. I'll be stopping at the video store on the way there. Have you guys discussed what movie you want to see yet?"
"No we haven't," Scott shouted back down to her. "We'll be down in a second."
"How about we rent an action movie," Scott suggested. "Something like `The Hunger Games 2: Catching Fire'. I heard that one was pretty good."
"Well, Glenn here wants to see a `Zombie' movie," Tommy answered, putting me on the spot. "I think it's called `Warm Bodies'. For me, I don't really care one way or the other."
I couldn't believe that Tommy had said that. It was him who hoped for a scary movie earlier and now he was putting all the pressure on me.
"How about we rent the new `Hobbit' movie," Manny chirped in. "It's called `The Desolation of Smaug'. I haven't seen that one yet."
"Why don't we all go together and see what they have available?" Scott suggested.
We all silently agreed and made our way downstairs. Scott's mom was already waiting for us in the car. Scott sat up front with her and the rest of us all piled into the backseat together.
Mrs. Dover pulled
into the parking lot of the last remaining video store in town. It was a
"As soon as the pizzas are ready, I'll be back for you," Mrs. Dover instructed. "Try to make a decision as soon as possible so we can get home while the food is still hot, okay?"
"Got it, Mom," Scott answered.
Scott's mom drove away and the four of us went into the video store to fulfill our mission.
"Hi Jake," Scott said to the counter clerk behind the register as we all walked in.
"Hey Scott," he said back. "Looks like you brought some friends with you today."
"Yeah, I'm having a sleepover tonight," Scott answered. "Have you got the new `Hunger Games' in?"
"Nope!" Jake said. "All ten copies are out today and probably won't be back in until tomorrow."
"How about the new `Hobbit' movie?" Manny asked, hoping to get his request in.
"It's out too," Jake said, shaking his head.
"How about `Warm Bodies'? I softly asked, expecting it to be out like all the others.
"Oh yeah, that one just came in a few minutes ago," he said. "You better grab it quick if you want it. It's the only copy in the store."
"We'll take it," Scott said, putting his dibs on it before anyone else could beat us to it.
"I've got it right here," Jake said. "It's still `Warm' from the last customer."
I got Jake's meaning right away when he said `Warm', but the joke was just lost on the other guys.
"I haven't had time to put it back on the rack yet," he continued. "Here it is."
He reached behind the counter, ran it through Scott's family's account and handed the movie and receipt over to Scott.
It wasn't the group's first choice, but I was happy to get it. I know that at least Tommy and I were going to enjoy it. If we were lucky, perhaps we could make Zombie fans out of Scott and Manny.
We all walked out of the video store with our prize and a few minutes later, Mrs. Dover returned with the pizzas. We all piled into the backseat again and this time, the car was filled with the delectable aroma of piping hot pizzas, fresh from the oven.
Mrs. Dover asked to see the movie we'd chosen and immediately, she turned it over to check the rating and read the description.
"Zombies?" She questioned after reading the synopsis. "This is what you guys decided on?"
"Yeah, Mrs. Dover," Tommy answered. "It's kind of scary but it's also a love story too!"
"Okay, whatever," she said. "I just hope it doesn't give you guys any nightmares tonight."
"Oh no, Mrs. Dover," Manny piped in. "We're not kids anymore, right guys?"
We all cheerfully agreed in unison.
"Right!" she sarcastically said and handed the video back to Scott. I made a mental note to tell my mom that she'd done that. It might make her feel better about letting me come back again sometime in the future.
If we weren't in the mood for pizzas and a movie before, we sure were now. None of us had seen the movie we selected and all four of us were beyond hungry. Just the thought of us stuffing our faces with two different kinds of pizzas and our choice of four flavors of sodas simply rendered us speechless for the rest of the journey back to Scott's house.
Upon arriving, we
wasted no time as we claimed our seats in front of the family's big screen T.V.
and totally dope sound system. Mr. &
Mrs. Dover came into the living room carrying four plates and napkins along
with four cups of ice. Then they
returned a second time with the two large pizza boxes and four liters of
sodas. Scott put on the movie in their
As I looked around the room, I noticed the other guys getting a little antsy as the main movie began. I too began to feel fidgety over the prospect of seeing some Zombies, which in my opinion are, the scariest kind of monsters there are.
By the end of the movie, we were all stuffed and quite satisfied, not to mention, a little frayed around the edges. We all hid our `Zombie Angst' well and everyone enjoyed the movie. Even Scott and Manny got into it at the end. For me, it was a little too romantic and not at all scary enough. I was hoping for a little bit more blood and guts, but I don't think the others were as disappointed as I was over the apparent lack of it. It did fuel a good debate amongst the four of us about the movie's lack of attention to details when it came to `Zombies'. Even Mrs. Rhodes knew more about `Zombies' than this movie portrayed.
We all thanked Scott's parents for being gracious hosts and then said goodnight. Then we slowly ambled up the stairs to Scott's room, `Zombie Style', holding our arms out and growling as we climbed the stairs. We continued arguing the finer points of `Zombie' lore as we each found a place to sit on the floor of Scott's bedroom. When our argument about `Zombies' cooled down, we all began unpacking our sleeping bags to prepare for the night's festivities.
As I unpacked my things, Scott noticed that I had brought along my pajamas.
"You're not going to wear those, are you?" Scott asked with a smirk.
"Yeah," I answered rather reluctantly. "My mom made me promise."
"Why?" he continued to question.
"She didn't want me to be seen outside your room in just my underwear."
"You won't have to leave my room, and the bathroom is right there," he explained as he pointed to the conjoined bathroom door.
"Well..." I murmured.
"Well what?" he demanded.
"She was also concerned about your sisters," I blurted out.
"I already told you," Scott huffed. "It's just Mom, Dad, Brad and me, and Brad is not going to be home tonight so no one will be using that bathroom tonight but us. Got any other excuses?"
"No, I guess not," I agreed. "But she did make me promise to wear them, and she even made me look her in the eye as I did. I know my mom, she'll ask me if I wore them and I suck at lying. If she thinks I broke my promise, she won't let me come back again."
Scott rolled his eyes and the other boys just stared at me. It was quite awkward.
"Okay, I'll tell you what," Scott said as he laid out his plan in simple terms. "Put them on, walk downstairs and tell my mom that I asked if we can pass around some cookies or something to snack on. That way, she'll see you in them and you'll have a witness. Then, when you come back with our snacks, you can take them back off. That way, you won't be lying, and if your mom doesn't believe you, you can have her ask my mom."
"Wow. You're good," I said.
I was impressed. I could actually make that work. I was going to have to remember Scott's ingenious way of twisting the truth when necessary.
"Anybody else have a problem?" Scott asked. He waited a few moments for any other objections and got nothing but silence. "I didn't think so. Then, underwear it is! Let's get stripped down and get this party started. Glenn, you go get those snacks and some bottles of chocolate milk from my mom downstairs while we get set up here."
I did as he asked and sauntered downstairs in my best Zombie imitation until I got to the kitchen. I truly had Zombies on the brain tonight and I was glad I wasn't going to be sleeping alone. I spoke with Mrs. Dover and put in Scott's request for our late night snack. She put together a bag of stuff for me to bring back upstairs and I felt like a bit of a hero when I produced a package of Chips Ahoy!, and a package of Oreo's, plus a bottle of chilled lowfat chocolate milk for each of us.
While I was gone, they had all stripped down to their underwear and arranged our sleeping bags in a circle in the middle of the floor, including mine. I was treated to an eyeful as I looked around at my three friends, looking as casual as can be in their underwear. I quickly pulled my pajamas off to join the others. I felt a little strange as I drew everyone's eyes onto me, becoming the center of attention as I stripped to my briefs. I passed around the two packages of cookies and handed everyone their chocolate milk. We each sat Indian style in the middle of our individual sleeping bags and faced each other. We were now ready for the night's festivities to begin.
For a lack of knowing what else to do, another debate broke out amongst the four of us about the subtleties and finer points of briefs vs. boxers as it seemed to be split fifty-fifty between the four of us. Tommy and I favored briefs, and Scott and Manny favored boxers. Then, that discussion turned into the notion of wearing nothing at all.
Manny told us about a family he knew that were naturists and got to see their entire family, totally naked, on several occasions. They would walk about their house with no clothes, as if everybody in the world lived that way. Then we all talked about how we each felt about nudists and if we had the guts to try it ourselves. Manny then corrected us by saying that they call themselves `naturists' and not `nudists'. Little by little, we each started to bone up beneath our underwear from the titillating conversation and our descriptive language. Scott and Tommy both confessed to sleeping naked occasionally. I was surprised that Tommy admitted such a personal and private thing about himself to everyone like that. I had a few stories to tell myself, but decided not to share.
At this point, it didn't matter if we wore boxers or briefs, because none of us could completely hide our boners from each other as our conversation became increasingly more sexual in nature. We all got quite horny as we each imagined ourselves naked in front of our family and friends. We even talked about how it would feel to be naked in front of strangers and the kind of courage it would take to be totally naked in public. Scott's boxers tented more noticeably than the rest of us and he didn't seem to be trying to hide it as much as the rest of us were. It started to look like Scott might actually pull his boxers off in front of us as he began to talk about penis size and some of the big ones he'd seen recently. Nothing like that actually happened though. It was mostly just some wishful thinking on my part.
It started getting late and Scott's parents had long since gone to bed. We turned out the lights and wiggled into our own sleeping bags for the night. I didn't know about the others, but my horniness persisted and I found myself rubbing my dick under my sleeping bag without anyone knowing. Even though it was dark, we continued to talk dirty to each other until all of us had finally fallen asleep.
Suddenly, I was awakened by several tall, masculine looking figures lurking in the darkness of Scott's bedroom. One of them noticed I had sat up and grabbed me from behind and quickly put his hand over my mouth to prevent me from prematurely waking the others.
"Keep that one quiet until we're ready," one of the intruders whispered.
Within the pale moonlight that dimly illuminated the room, I looked at him and the others as they prepared their attack. I noticed they were wearing tattered clothing that was torn, loose and baggy. I got a good look at one of their faces and nearly passed out from fright. His eyes were blackened and his skin appeared to be decomposing right in front of my eyes. One single horrifying thought went through my mind, we were about to be devoured by real life Zombies in the rotting flesh. My mind started racing. I struggled to focus my eyes on the horror unfolding before me as my vision slowly grew more accustomed to the darkness.
I was able to determine that there were four of us and four of them. One of them was holding me firmly and the other three got into position to overpower my unsuspecting friends as they slept. The one holding me whispered a command to his cohorts. In unison, the three of them grabbed my friends and rendered them all captive. The sudden shock caused my friends to wake up suddenly, displaying a wave of sheer horror across each of their faces.
"We're going to take our hands away from your mouths now," the one holding me whispered to everyone. "If anyone here tries to scream or call attention to yourselves, my minions have orders to cut your balls off and hand them to you." All three of his minions then waved their deadly looking pocket knives at us to demonstrate their sincerity and further put the fear of God into us. "Shake your heads `yes' if we understand each other."
All four of us shook our heads `yes' and our captors slowly removed their hands from our mouths, one by one, keeping their knives poised in a threatening position. Everyone remained silent, but the faces of my three friends showed the degree of terror and fear that had overcome them.
"Very good," the third Zombie said, quietly praising our silence. "Let's take a look at those balls that your silence is protecting. And remember, one sound from any of you and we'll slice them right off."
With that being said, our captors quietly unzipped our sleeping bags all the way and peeled them down to completely expose our bodies. Then they easily removed our underwear, with absolutely no resistance, rendering all four of us utterly naked in seconds.
I felt awkwardly exposed as I was stripped of that one flimsy piece of clothing that stood between me and total nakedness. I was also scared out of my mind for the safety of my treasured balls and the balls of my three friends. Having watched a Zombie movie earlier, and then having talked about Zombies after that had me convinced that somehow, I was in the middle of an actual `Zombie Apocalypse'. Their odd fascination for our balls made my imagination run wild. Add to that, the fact that we had made each other horny before falling asleep and had now been rendered naked, put me in the frame of mind that these Zombies were about to eat our dicks.
As scared as I was, I was feeling unbelievably horny from the implications of our dicks and balls becoming `Zombie Fodder'. I popped a boner almost immediately as I peeked up and beheld my friends' similar naked predicament. Then, I felt embarrassed for getting an erection in front of everyone until I noticed that Tommy, Scott and Manny were popping boners too and getting aroused despite our grave situation.
"Oh look," the leader pointed out. "Our little hostages all got hard-ons for each other. Shall we show them what real Zombie hard-ons look like?"
"Hell yeah," one of the minions said as they all started to toss off their tattered clothes until they were just as butt naked as we were.
End of chapter #1
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