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"Zombies Ate My Dick"
By Paul S. Stevens
Chapter #5
Since Tommy and I pledged our love for each other on that infamous `Night of the Zombies', we've become nearly inseparable. You'll only find us away from each other a few short hours a day and we've seemed to grow more devoted to each other with each passing day. We've kind of slipped into a comfortable routine, sharing naked time at least five days a week after school, more whenever and wherever we can get it.
Two months had passed since our Zombie experience with our friends, Brad, Scott and Manny. We'd seen each other around school, here and there and between classes, but nothing more was ever said about getting together again, until now. It was Wednesday, around lunchtime when Tommy got an unexpected text message from Scott Dover.
The message said: "mEt me aftr skool by d flg ple n brng Glenn w/u"
Translation: "Meet me after school by the flagpole and bring Glenn with you."
Scott had some hot news to tell us that he wanted to reveal to all four of us at once. I told Tommy that I was excited to meet with our Zombie gang and find out what's been happening since the sleepover, so Tommy sent a text message back to Scott saying that we'd both meet as planned after school.
At the end of the day, Tommy was so excited that he was already waiting for me at the door of my last class. When the bell rang, the two of us made our way to the front of the school. As we arrived at the school's flagpole in the center of the courtyard, we saw Scott and Manny walking towards us, looking very excited.
As we met, we enthusiastically greeted each other with our own unique brand of `Zombie High Fives' all around. We'd been meaning to get together again long before this, but time just seemed to pass us by. This was the first time that all four of us intentionally met together since that amazingly memorable night. Back on that night, we had all agreed to stay in touch and possibly find a way to have more naked fun together. By the look on Scott's face, it appeared that this was the very thing we were all waiting for. Skipping all the casual chit-chat, Scott revealed his intentions straight out.
"I got some news I want to tell you all," Scott began, looking all around to make sure we couldn't be overheard. "First... for this to work out, we all have to agree... and then get permission to do another sleepover at my house this Saturday night."
"We have to get permission and agree, for what to work?" I asked.
"Brad and I have been talking about doing something special that you guys might be interested in. For a long time now, we've been planning to do a kind of `Zombie Revenge' to get back at Brad's friends for what they did to us!" Scott revealed. "Are you in?"
"I'm in!" Manny answered without hesitation.
"You can count on me," Tommy excitedly chirped and then the three of them looked over at me.
"Well, of course I'm in," I bellowed. "It's just that, getting the permission part isn't going to be so easy for me. For some reason, my mom has a problem with letting me go on sleepovers."
"You've got three days to make it happen, bro," Scott informed me. "Otherwise, the deal's off. We have to have all four of us together for this to work."
"So then, what's the plan?" Tommy asked.
"Brad has been working on his friends to get them interested in doing another sleepover at Garrison's house with the same three guys, Garrison Clark, Will Hanson and Dean Lassiter," Scott explained. "Since their last sleepover ended in disaster, he got them to agree to do another sleepover without doing any pranks like the one that ended in epic failure. Anyway, they all worked it out and they're having their `do-over' sleepover this Saturday night. Brad is going to be with them, but what they don't know is, he's going to be on our side."
"How is that going to work?" Tommy asked. "Those three guys are older than us and they're stronger and tougher."
"That's right," Scott explained. "So, to make sure they can't turn the tables on us, Manny is going to let us borrow three sets of handcuffs from his dad's equipment locker. While Garrison, Will and Dean are asleep at Garrison's house, Brad will carefully handcuff them. That's when Brad will sneak us into their bedroom."
"Won't those guys know that Brad handcuffed them?" I asked.
"Oh yeah, I forgot about that part," Scott continued. "You see, I have a pair of `trick' handcuffs that look totally real. After Brad lets us in, we'll slip the trick handcuffs on Brad and he'll look, and act, like he's just as helpless as the other guys, at least at first! Once we're all in place, we'll wake everyone up!"
"Then what happens?" Manny asked.
"Then... be ready to get your dick sucked!" Scott plainly stated. "Each one of you needs to start thinking about what you'd like to do to get your own personal revenge with whichever guy you choose."
Then, without hesitation, Manny let his feelings be known first. His plan was plain and simple.
"I know what I want to do, and to who," Manny said, licking his lips. "I'm looking forward to ripping Will Hanson's underwear off and stripping him naked in front of everyone, just like he did to me. That was totally embarrassing to me and I want him to know what it feels like. I know we've all seen each other naked already, but when you're not expecting it and you get stripped in front of everyone against your will, you feel violated. Once I've humiliated him, then making him suck my dick will be so much sweeter! So, I'll have to go first to make sure he feels what I felt when he so thoughtlessly did it to me."
Then Tommy chimed in next, telling us his feelings.
"You know, since that night, I too have been thinking about what I'd like to do as part of my revenge," Tommy added. "My mom has a set of four ornate letter openers that look like real daggers. The display set comes with four authentic looking Medieval Daggers in a hand carved leather sheath that you can loop through a belt, so each one of us can have our own dagger at our side. Every time I look at those gnarly things in our china cabinet, I think about how Dean was going to cut Scott's balls off. I was really scared for you, dude, and it's been haunting me ever since. I wanna give them all a taste of their own medicine. The edges on those bad boys are not sharp at all, but their cold weighted steel will feel pretty real against their naked ball sacks when we threaten to cut them off."
"I like the way you think, Tommy. That will definitely help keep them under control," Scott noted. Then he turned to me. "Glenn, what about you, what kind of ideas do you have to get your revenge?"
It was now my turn to reveal my feelings about the whole plan, and boy did I have a thing or two to say. I didn't need to think about it for long either. I've had several dreams where I've exacted my revenge on Garrison's `Zombie Crew' and made them pay. Even though most of my dreams were too extreme and would be impossible to carry out, there were still a couple of them that would make a lasting impression.
"The thought of making Garrison deep throat my cock while handcuffed and forced to do whatever I say, is a pretty good place to start," I said with giddy delight. "Garrison is the strongest guy in the group and he has the biggest cock too. I think it would be hot to order Garrison around and have him be my personal slave, to order around at my will."
I started to feel self-conscious, talking so openly about my desires that I shoved my hands deep down into my pants pockets. I don't know how Tommy, Scott and Manny felt about it, but just talking about taking our combined revenge, openly amongst ourselves made me pop a boner, right there in the school courtyard. I was thankful that there was a lot of commotion going on around us for anyone to really notice. Still being the great Zombie fan that I was, I added another suggestion to the list.
"Let's go all the way and do it Zombie style," I said, adding my suggestion. "The clothes, the make-up, the whole Zombie experience, the way they did it to us. That part of it would be more for our benefit than for theirs. What I mean is, I definitely want to get my revenge, but I also want to have some fun doing it. Get in, have fun, `get-off' and get out."
"That's a good idea," Scott complimented. "That will put the finishing touches on it for sure. Up to now, I've felt there was something missing. The Zombie thing is exactly what this prank needs to make the whole thing complete, and like you said, more fun. It should be easy for Brad to get the same costumes and make-up that they used on us, without them knowing about it. The tattered shirts will fit a little loose on us, of course, but if everything goes according to plan, we won't be wearing them for very long before we're all naked anyway."
"This is going to be so cool!" Tommy exclaimed. "I can't wait to see the expression on their faces when they all wake up, handcuffed and staring up at their worst Zombie nightmare. How about you Scott, what are your plans for revenge?"
"Most of my encounter that night was with my own brother," Scott declared. "I've been getting small bits of revenge on Brad over the past couple of months already, so I'm okay. My real revenge has been putting this whole prank into action."
"Didn't we all agree that we wouldn't blackmail Brad after he paid his debt to us that night?" I reminded Scott.
"Yes," Scott answered. "You're right. Even though it was my idea to do this prank to Brad's Zombie Crew, it's Brad who really wants to do this thing for all you guys. I'll get my satisfaction by watching you guys get your revenge. Besides, Brad and I have been having our own Zombie fun together since that night, so I'm good."
"Wow," Tommy exclaimed. "That's like, way nice of both of you to do this for us. Thanks!"
"Hey," Scott said. "It's just another excuse for all of us to have some more naked fun together, right?"
"Right," Manny agreed. "Naked fun is the best kind of fun!"
It was going to be fun all right. It was also going to be a bit scary too. I was so excited now that I could hardly wait for Saturday night to come. Actually, I couldn't wait to end this meeting and get home, my boner was caught in an uncomfortable position and I was getting hornier by the second.
"All right guys," Scott
instructed. "I think we're done here for
today. The first order of business is to
get permission for the sleepover at my house for this Saturday night at
We all agreed to do as Scott suggested, and then parted ways.
Tommy and I started on our walk home and began a horny conversation about the many possible ways we could seek revenge while still having fun with Zombies. Only this time, it would be under our control. My mind went wild thinking about all the things I had dreamt I wanted to make Garrison do to get my Zombie revenge. Tommy had a few wild ideas of his own that he wanted to try out on Dean to get back at him. By the time we got to my house, Tommy and I had worked ourselves into a heated frenzy. We were so horny that we couldn't wait to get inside so we could strip down, release our captive boners, and relieve our pent up sexual frustrations.
As Tommy and I have come to expect, we had the whole house to ourselves for the next hour. Tommy and I have learned to put this precious time to good use by spending it naked. We did it faithfully everyday after school, right up to the time that my mom would come home from work. Sometimes we fooled around, giving each other a blowjob or handjob while other times, we just hung out naked, not doing anything in particular. Even though we only had an hour a day to do it, we came to enjoy each other's company in the buff, whether we did anything sexual or not, and it soon became our new way of life.
As I scrambled to unlock the front door, Tommy rushed in first and then raced me to my room. Neither one of us wanted to waste a single moment. We started pulling off our shirts as we ascended the stairs in a race to get naked. As we entered my bedroom, we threw our shirts down onto the middle of the floor and discarded our pants with equal haste. I beat Tommy at shedding my underwear by two whole seconds and we both jumped onto my bed together, kissing each other intensely with our boners grinding against each other in a heated exchange of boyhood passion.
As we released our lip lock, we let our hands and arms roam about each other's bodies. We continued to kiss each other, letting our lips explore each other's necks, shoulders and chests, working our way down until we came face to face with each other's super-hard cocks. Before we knew it, we were totally engrossed in an all-out sixty-nine suck-off. At first, we eagerly sucked away at each other with animal-like intent, sending chills throughout our sex starved bodies. Then we slowed and turned to one of our favorite things that we liked to do when we found ourselves in this position. It was a game we had made up that we called, `The Mockingbird'. We would take turns mimicking each other the best we could. I signaled to Tommy that I was going to go first and he was to copy whatever I did.
As I began, I traced my tongue around the ridge of Tommy's glans, causing his cockhead to swell up in my mouth. Tommy began to copy my movements by tracing his tongue around my flared corona. I could actually feel my cockhead grow bigger under his will. The feeling was so intense that I started to feel my balls pull up in their tender sack, calling forth a distant climax to draw nearer. Then I pressed the tip of my tongue down onto the tip of Tommy's cock, spreading his tiny piss slit open as I made tiny little circles like I was trying to bore down into the depths of his narrow cock tunnel. Tommy copied my actions, making me quiver at the unusual sensations it created. The tingles of an approaching orgasm shuddered through me, making me lose my concentration. Tommy noticed my drifting focus and took the opportunity to take over. He signaled to me that he was going to take his turn and I was to copy him now.
His first move was to dive all the way down to the base of my pubic bone, totally engulfing my rigid cock down his throat, letting it slip down so far that his uvula tickled my cockhead. I almost couldn't follow his example. Not that it was such a difficult move, but rather because the sudden surge of pleasure caught me off guard, causing my climax to leap forward, bringing my orgasm to the edge of explosion. Once I regained temporary control of myself, I copied Tommy's example and plunged my head down onto Tommy's pulsating cock, swallowing his hefty rod with one swift gulp. Tommy almost choked as he sharply inhaled from the sudden rush of adrenaline. While Tommy's nose was still buried flat against my pubes, he wrapped his tongue around the entire length of my shaft and wagged it from left to right like the tail of a puppy. I duplicated Tommy's actions and in moments, the two of us began to teeter on the threshold of a monstrous climactic orgasm, projecting muffled moans of ecstasy.
I began to recognize the signs that Tommy was preparing to shoot his load. I was able to feel his breathing quicken as he continued to embrace my cock, deep within his mouth. He struggled to keep my cock hostage while his nostrils flared open against my pubic region. His entire cock got hot to the touch and expanded inside my mouth, becoming engorged and ready to burst. Our simultaneous orgasms were becoming one as we both began our mutual shoot-off. Every reaction that I observed Tommy having was being mirrored onto me, and we were virtually sharing an identical `Mockingbird' orgasm. Since we both had our mouths stuffed to the hilt, we weren't able to communicate to each other during our coming eruptions.
Suddenly, I felt Tommy's hot lava surge past my tongue as it rushed up through his urethra, on its way to its short lived freedom. As his first blast splashed the back of my throat, I swallowed it down without getting a chance to taste it. Then I immediately took my turn by coating Tommy's tonsils with my own brand of blazing boy brew. We each pulled away from one another, just enough to suck out the remaining cream that we had intimately produced for each other. By doing so, we were able to savor the flavor. We feverishly sucked away until our shooting spree had run out of ammo and we both went totally dry. Just as our cocks began to soften and we started to recover from our epic high, we heard my mom call out as she began to climb the stairs.
"Glenn, I'm home!" my mom called out. "Is Tommy with you? Are you boys up here?"
I glanced at the clock. My mom had come home earlier than expected. Tommy and I looked at each other in surprise and froze for a millisecond, even though it seemed like an eternity. Then we flew into a panic as we scrambled to put our clothes on. Our underwear, shirts and pants had all gotten rolled into tightly wrapped balls in our haste to get out of them. We tried to shake them loose, but they just didn't want to cooperate. My mother's footsteps grew louder as she came nearer to my room while we struggled to overcome the worst kind of `wardrobe malfunction'.
"I'm collecting all the laundry," Mom said as she walked past my room, down the hall and into the bathroom. "If you've got anything to add, bring it out now."
Thankfully, my door was closed, but it wasn't locked. Tommy and I were still struggling to get our clothes on, expecting my bedroom door to fly open at any second. Once we were finally dressed, Tommy and I quickly gathered all my dirty laundry that was laying around my room and got it out my door just as my mom was coming back down the hallway with her arms full of dirty towels from the bathroom.
"Did you boys get your homework done?" Mom asked as she added my laundry to her armload.
"I didn't have any today," I told her.
"How about you Tommy," she asked.
"I did mine in class," he answered.
"All right then," she said. "Tommy, you better start on your way home now honey."
"All right Mrs. Talbert," Tommy said. "See you tomorrow Glenn. Don't forget about what we talked about today."
Then, Tommy flew down the stairs and out the front door. Once he was gone, my mom asked, "What was Tommy reminding you not to forget about?"
That was it. I knew I was about to be in for a long and difficult road with Mom about getting permission for the sleepover. I didn't know why my mom had such a problem with letting me go on sleepovers, but I was prepared to fight for permission. I didn't want to miss out on the opportunity to have more Zombie fun, and I didn't want to let the others guys down by being the only one who couldn't get permission.
"The guys invited me to do a sleepover Saturday night," I said in an almost defeated tone.
"Is it going to be at that Scott kid's house again?" Mom asked.
"Yeah," I answered.
"Okay," she said.
"Why are you so against sleepovers?" I said with anger in my voice. "Pretty soon, I'm going to be too old for them and I'd be missing out on one of the great joys of being a kid."
"I said, it was okay," Mom repeated. "You can go! I talked to that
Scott kid's mother the other day and she told me that, other than getting a
little loud at
"Thanks Mom!" I said as tears welled up in my eyes.
I totally caught my mother off guard as I walked over to her and threw my arms around her, giving her the biggest hug I'd given her in a good long time. She dropped half of the laundry onto the floor when I surprised her and I quickly assisted her in picking it up. I followed her downstairs to the laundry room and helped her load the washer.
"Boy, I guess I should give you permission more often," my mom said. "Thanks for the help."
I was happy that I didn't have to put up a fight with Mom to get permission. I don't really like having to fight with her. She is pretty fair with me most of the time. I think she gets a little protective of me though, being a single mom and all.
When I went to bed that night, it was no wonder that I had a dream about the very thing that had been foremost on my mind the entire day. It was by no means the first dream I'd had about getting revenge from Brad's Zombie Crew, however, this time, things were very different. In my dream, it was Saturday night and I was in the midst of our Zombie revenge. I dreamt that I had made Garrison, Will and Dean my personal slaves. I ordered them to perform a live sex show for Tommy, Manny, Scott and myself. We sat back and propped ourselves up on our elbows and watched them as they jerked and sucked each other off quite enthusiastically. Then, I had them come over to the four of us and fulfill our every wish.
Before they began, I asked my friends if anyone had a special wish they wanted to make. Manny wasted no time making his wish known and took advantage of the opportunity. He ordered Garrison, Will, Dean and Brad to perform a group lap dance for us. It seemed almost predestined for Brad to service his brother, Scott, and for Will to service Manny, Dean to service Tommy, leaving Garrison to service me.
I had only recently learned what a lap dance even was. The erotic thing that I found hot about a lap dance was, the dancers are allowed to do whatever they want to us, but we weren't allowed to touch them at all. In my dream, all eight of us, dancer and recipient alike, were already boned to the max and our slaves began their wicked cock dance. Then, they made their way over to each one of us and sat on our laps, gyrating erotically and wiggling their sexy teen asses as they went. I watched Garrison with intense pleasure as he did his best to drive me to the brink of insanity. I also looked around to the other guys, who were now so into it, they began moaning with deep emotion as we all got caught up in our wild celebration.
Then, something strange happened. My dream took on a more sinister and ominous direction. As Garrison sat high on my lap, I felt my hard, pulsating cock, accidentally slip into Garrison's ass, penetrating his outer ring. It went in without any resistance and Garrison seemed to not even notice. I, on the other hand, felt an overwhelming rush of lust fill my senses from the warm fleshy feeling of Garrison's forbidden region as it clutched my cock, propelling my orgasm into overdrive, erupting with explosive force deep in his bowels.
Before I had a chance to fully come down from my orgasmic high, Garrison looked me square in the eyes and a garish grin replaced his previously peaceful face. His entire behavior changed and he released a viciously evil laugh. It was as if I had slipped into the Twilight Zone. He reached out his arms to grab a hold of my face with both hands. As his hands clutched my skin, I felt a sharp pain radiating from my rear end as if an extra large cock had gotten shoved up my ass. As I looked straight into Garrison's wicked face, my eyes got transfixed on his handcuffs that had been keeping Garrison restrained up to that point. The more I stared at them, the more their presence became significant. Then suddenly, without warning, they vanished completely and unexpectedly re-materialized on my wrists, binding my hands tightly together and rendering me captive. As I looked around the unfamiliar room we were in, the same thing was happening to Tommy, Scott and Manny. The tables had gotten turned once again and Brad's Zombie Crew had seized control through a paranormal-like hostile takeover. Even with all the bazaar and unexplained events that were taking place, I still hadn't woken up. What started out to be a pleasantly sexy dream had now turned into a genuine nightmare. The final straw that finally snapped me out of my spiraling decline was my mother's voice, echoing my name from when she came home early.
Her commanding voice that
became my savior, had bounded forward from the past and cut through the heavy
fog of my dream, startling me awake. My
eyes flew open from my chilling revelation and I got momentarily terrified,
unable to move. I blinked a couple of
times and turned my head to look at my clock, the only illuminated thing I
could see in my darkened room. It was
just a little after
I was bathed in sweat and seriously out of breath, as if I had just run a marathon. My heart was pounding, and for just a second, I didn't know where I was. I now had a new appreciation for Mom's reluctance to let me go on sleepovers. As my senses began to return to me, I felt something strange in my crotch. I reached down into my underwear and discovered that I had shot a whole wad of cum. It worried me at first, until I realized that I had just experienced my very first `wet' dream, albeit, a frightening one. I reached under my bed and fished out a dirty pair of underwear that Tommy and I had missed when gathering the laundry earlier, and used it to clean up the mess I had made. I was beginning to see that this Zombie revenge prank was having a bigger impact on me than I thought it would, and my instincts told me that I had better heed the dire message from my dream and act accordingly. For now, I needed to chill out a bit and try to get back to sleep, which I eventually did.
Morning came quickly after that and before I knew it, our Zombie revenge group was meeting for the second day in a row. I was still very excited about going through with our Zombie prank, but I was now sensing an ominous foreboding that I hadn't noticed before. I had spent most of the school day thinking, and trying to analyze the meaning of my wet dream. I know you're not supposed to interpret your dreams literally, but there were parts of it that definitely seemed to deal directly with our planned prank. I didn't know what to do about it quite yet, but I knew I was going to have to do something. There were several holes in Scott's plan that might account for my confusing dream. I was hoping that when our group met again, we could talk about my concerns and put to rest my feelings of worry and doubt.
After school, the four of us met in the courtyard again and we greeted each other like we had been doing it everyday for years. Even though we were surrounded by a growing number of students who were heading home for the day, the four of us were quite comfortable with each other and we all felt the desire to once again get naked together. When I announced that my mom had given me permission to go, everyone let out a sigh of relief knowing our plan was one more step closer to reality. The sexual tension between us started to grow even stronger now, just from standing in each other's presence. The anticipation of being naked again for our Zombie revenge prank on Saturday night was growing and becoming the only thing on our minds.
End of chapter #5
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