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"Zombies Ate My Dick"
By Paul S. Stevens
Chapter #6
As we began our second meeting, we pretty much picked up from where we left off the day before. For a moment, I almost told them about the wicked wet dream I had concerning our `Zombie Revenge Prank', but then I quickly changed my mind. I don't think they would have understood, or appreciated the symbolism associated with what happened in my dream, versus what we were about to do on Saturday night. Brad's Zombie Crew allowed their sexual hunger and lust for power to control them. That was exactly when things went wrong for them. In my dream, having my cock slip into Garrison's ass, brought up concerns in me about what we were willing, or not willing to do to them once we were in control. I didn't want a repeat of what went wrong for them to happen to us. I was afraid that, our single-minded focus on revenge was going to blind us into making the same mistakes. If each one of us where to become careless and you multiply that times the four of us, we'd be no better than them.
"Tell me Scott," I said, getting straight to the point. "When it comes right down to it, what exactly are we going to make `Brad's Zombie Crew' do for us? Are we going to plan out each thing we demand of them, or are we just going to `wing it'?"
"Well, I don't know," he answered. "What's the fun in planning out every move we make?
"I'm just worried that things could get out of hand with us, just like they got out of hand with them," I explained.
"That can never happen," Manny said confidently.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because, we're the good guys," Manny replied. I would have laughed, if not for the seriousness of the situation.
"Yesterday, I stood here and listened to all of you talk about what you wanted to do as part of your revenge," I said. "I understand that. I did the same thing. Maybe we should make a list of all the things we want to do, and then stick to it. We don't want to forget what it is we're going there to do."
"Are you having second thoughts about doing this thing with us?" Scott asked. "Because if you are..."
"No," I interrupted. "I'm not having second thoughts. I just want to make sure that we all have fun, without getting hurt."
"Well, I think it'll be more fun if there's at least a little danger involved, don't you think?" Scott gloated.
"I agree with Glenn," Tommy spoke up on my behalf. "I'm starting to see that there's already enough danger associated with this whole prank as it is. Glenn makes a good point. The more dangers we can eliminate before we begin, the better."
"Okay, fine!" Scott announced. "We'll each decide on two things we each want to make Brad's Zombie Crew do for us and we'll plan it all out. That way, we'll get our slaves to grant us eight wishes in total, two for each of us before we turn them loose."
"Turn them loose?" Tommy exclaimed. "I didn't even think about that. They will definitely want to kill us the second they get free. I don't want to be anywhere close to them when their handcuffs come off."
"I don't think they'll do that," Manny said. "I think they'll realize it was all good fun and bond together with us. When they do, they'll have the rest of the night to be able to mess around with their horny junior brothers."
"What have you been smoking, dude?" I laughed in disbelief. "Just because we made friends with Brad, doesn't mean its going to happen as easily with Will, Dean or Garrison. Besides, if you remember, we had to agree to a long list of demands from Brad before he did anything with us at all. Not only that, but they all go to the same school and all four of them have been friends, long before they messed around with us. Who knows, maybe Brad is setting this whole thing up for his Crew, and he's just allowing us to think he's doing it all for us. In reality, he might be preparing to throw us to the wolves."
"Is that what you really think?" Scott snarled.
"Please don't be mad, Scott," I pleaded. "I don't know what to think. I just know that, in the back of my head, I'm getting a `Red Alert' signal and I'm concerned for our safety, both mine and yours!"
"If any of you want to back out, do it now," Scott said. "There will be no backing out after this. After today, we're committed to doing this. Does anyone have a problem with that?"
We all looked at each other for a second, waiting to see if anyone was going to back out. After an awkward silence, there were no objections, so Scott proceeded to adjourn the meeting.
"Okay then," Scott announced. "We'll all meet back here one more time tomorrow. Decide on your top two slave wishes and we'll plan out our strategies. In the meantime, I'll ask Brad some trick questions to see if he's hiding anything. Don't worry, if he is, he won't be able to hide it from me. He's not that good of an actor."
We agreed to do as Scott suggested, said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. Our walk home was a little on the quiet side as both Tommy and I had a lot of thinking to do.
"Hey Glenn," Tommy began. "A lot of interesting questions came up today, mostly from you. None of those things even crossed my mind until you brought them up and I don't think Scott or Manny thought of them either. You're probably right about how things could get out of hand for us like they did with Brad's Zombie Crew. I also think you could be right about how this prank could be a double prank. We both like Brad, but we really don't know him all that well. He could be setting us up so that his Zombie Crew can take control of us again and finish what they started."
"Yeah, what sounded like a simple prank in the beginning is starting to look more and more complicated," I sighed.
"Then again," Tommy continued as if I hadn't said anything at all. "If Brad is truly doing this for our benefit and we get our little revenge in as planned, we're going to have to take those handcuffs off of them sooner or later. I'd rather not be around when that happens. Besides, if we each get our top two wishes granted and then bail, we'll end up being there for like, ten minutes, and it will be over before it gets started."
"Yeah, but if Manny is right, and they become the good sports he thinks they will, we'll miss out on a night full of amazing possibilities," I pointed out.
"True," Tommy said. "But what I'm worried about is, once we remove their handcuffs, they could easily overpower us and slap those cold, hard, steel handcuffs on us. If they become as pissed as I think they might, there's no telling what they'll do to us. I'm afraid that none of us really thought this thing through, have we? I'm ashamed to say that we were only thinking about getting our revenge and getting our dicks sucked."
"Maybe there's a way we can still get our revenge, get our dicks sucked, make friends with Will, Dean and Garrison, all without using handcuffs or forcing anyone to do anything they don't want to do," I said, thinking out loud. "I would still like to become their `Junior Brothers'. That way, we could have a lot more fun together in the future instead of making enemies now. Also, we won't have to put Brad in the middle of this whole thing, making him have to prove his loyalty between us and them."
"Wow! That sounds too good to be true!" Tommy exclaimed. "Do you really think it's possible?"
"I don't know, I just know that it won't work Scott and Brad's way," I stressed.
As Tommy and I arrived at my house, we casually stepped in, went up stairs to my room, closed the door and stripped. We sat Indian style on top of my bed and faced each other. This time, we chose to just hang out and talk, since all the confusion over what to do about our Zombie prank had plunged our sexual desires into turmoil. We placed our clothes neatly beside the bed to assure that a repeat of yesterday would be avoided when mom got home. The more we sat and talked about Saturday's prank, the more problems popped up.
"First of all," I stated, as I began our naked, brainstorming session. "How are we going to get to Garrison's house? Are we going to have to climb out the window like Brad's Zombie Crew had to do, or are we just going to like, walk out the front door? And what if Mr. or Mrs. Dover should decide to check up on us and discover us gone? Has anybody thought about that?"
"What about Manny's handcuffs?" Tommy added. "What if Brad fails to get those things on his buddies while they sleep? I think if someone were trying to put handcuffs on me while I was sleeping, I'd wake up. Do you think that Brad could get handcuffs on all three of his friends without waking any of them up? I don't think so."
"And when we get to Garrison's house, they may decide not to cooperate with us anyway," I added. "They're not going to be afraid of us, even if they are handcuffed and we've got your mom's daggers pointed at their balls."
"You're right," Tommy agreed. "And when those handcuffs come off, we could be in real trouble."
"Here's another thing: What is Brad going to be doing through all this?" I questioned. "If he's supposed to be there to help us, how is he supposed to do that if he's pretending to be handcuffed like the rest of them? It doesn't make sense!"
"Now that we're thinking about all of this," Tommy pondered, "there are just too many things to keep track of now, and if any of those things go wrong, we're screwed!"
"What we need to think about is, how to solve all these problems with one simple solution," I sarcastically sighed.
"You mean a miracle?" Tommy sighed. "Good luck with that!"
Then, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I don't know why I hadn't thought of it before. The answer was ridiculously simple. I looked into Tommy's face and a huge toothy grin spread across my face.
"I know that look," Tommy cautiously said. "What?"
"I got it!" I said as I reached across, grabbed Tommy around the neck and plastered a huge sloppy kiss across his luscious lips.
"Thanks," Tommy replied as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Now, would you mind explaining it to me in plain simple words?"
"Talk to them!" I plainly stated.
"Talk to them?" Tommy questioned.
"Talk to them!" I repeated. "Send them a proposal. Tell them what we want to do and invite them to join us. Turn our two sleepovers into one rockin' party. We'll be the hosts and have the three of them come to Scott and Brad's house. Tell them to expect us to be dressed as Zombies, pretending to look for revenge. Tell them that we want to make a game out of it and act as if we're going to dominate them for the fun of it. Then, when we're done, we'll surrender ourselves to them. Tell them that we want to be their `Junior Brothers' and let them play with us and even make us their slaves. We'll keep it fair. Every time they make us cum, we'll make them cum. Tell them that we want to have hot, naked, Zombie fun, all night long. Tell them we'll hold a shooting contest to see who can cum the most and who can shoot the farthest. Tell them that the winners will get a special prize, a seven boy blowjob! Let them choose to be with us, voluntarily and let them decide if they like it or not and if they would want to do it again sometime in the future. Make lifelong friends instead of bitter enemies. Do you think they'll go for it?"
Tommy sat across from me, stunned by my direct proposal.
"It's brilliant," he answered. "That would solve all the problems. We've got nothing to loose. We all get what we want. It's a win-win situation. Except for Scott, that is."
"Why not Scott?" I asked.
"He's the one who wanted there to be more danger," Tommy reminded me.
"We can solve that problem too," I gloated. "We'll have Scott arrange the meeting," I suggested.
"How is that dangerous for Scott?" Tommy wondered.
"Until Will, Dean and Garrison hear what we have to say, they're not going to trust us," I explained. "They might even think we're trying to set them up for what they did and try to get them in trouble. So, we'll make Scott our messenger, our liaison."
"Liaison?" Tommy questioned. "I think I've heard of that. Is it like, a love affair?"
"You might be thinking of this really old movie called, `Dangerous Liaisons'," I chuckled.
"No, that's not it," Tommy pondered out loud.
"Good, because that's not the kind of liaison I meant anyway," I explained. "Although it will be kind of `dangerous' for Scott, it's not a love affair. I'm talking about a person who arranges the communication between two or more groups of people."
"Oh, you're so smart, Glenn," Tommy gushed. "I guess that's why I love you!"
It was now Tommy's turn to reach across and kiss me. We hung there for a while until we heard my mom come in the front door. We broke our kiss and effortlessly got dressed. We casually slipped on the clothes we had laid out beside us and were totally dressed without having to panic this time. I don't know what my mom would think of Tommy and I hanging out naked everyday before she came home from work, but neither one of us was willing to find out.
Tommy and I went downstairs, greeted my mom, and then talked to her for a couple of minutes. My mom asked Tommy a few awkward questions about what he knew about our sleepover before she would be letting him go home. I watched in awe as Tommy dazzled my mom with his quick thinking. I was amazed at how well Tommy stayed cool under fire and answered every question without revealing any details.
"What are you guys planning to do at your sleepover tomorrow night?" my mom interrogated.
"We plan to re-enact a Zombie story, play a game or two and then have a contest," he answered.
"What kind of games and contests are you planning to do?" my mom probed further.
"Only the ones that everybody agrees to do together," was his response.
Tommy's deceptively vague answers seemed to satisfy my mom without arousing any suspicion or having to manufacture a single lie.
The last thing Tommy said before he left, got me thinking. The phrase, "Only the ones where everybody agrees to do together" was a very important point that we needed to insist on if we were going to have a successful party. I gathered my thoughts about it and then went upstairs. I got on my computer and typed up a short agreement and invitation to present to Brad's Zombie Crew.
Here's what I came up with:
The Junior Zombie Brothers
Zombie Revenge Agreement
And Invitation
We, The Undersigned:
Glenn Talbert - Tommy Rhodes - Manny Ortiz and Scott Dover
Hereby referred to as: "The Junior Zombie Brothers"
Warmly invite:
Brad Dover - Will Hanson - Dean Lassiter and Garrison Clark
Hereby referred to as: "The Zombie Crew"
To a night of naked fun, stories, games and contests to be held
Saturday night
at
We: "The Junior Zombie Brothers" Agree To:
1. Enact a `Junior Zombie Brothers' revenge game based on
the original Zombie prank by: "The Zombie Crew" with the
understanding that things will not get out of control and
no harm comes to any of the eight participants.
2. Become "The Zombie Crew's" slaves, freely and willingly to
their full satisfaction.
3. Cooperate with our fellow brothers and participate in the
spirit of the evening's festivities such as:
stories, games and contests.
You: "The Zombie Crew" Agree To:
1. Willingly allow the `Junior Zombie Brothers' to fulfill their
revenge game to their full satisfaction.
2. Take your new `Junior Zombie Brother's' under your leadership
and warmly show them the many ways to play together and have
good clean, sexy fun.
3. Cooperate with our fellow brothers and participate in the spirit
of the evening's festivities such as:
stories, games and contests.
Suggested And Scheduled Events:
1. The `Junior Zombie Brothers' will enact their revenge game.
2. "The Zombie Crew" will take the `Junior Zombie Brothers' as
slaves and to teach them the cool and fun ways to pleasure and
serve their masters.
3. Participate in a cum contest where the winner gets a
special prize.
4. Participate in a distance shooting contest where the winner
gets a special prize.
The Prime Directive:
No one is allowed to make another person do, engage or perform
in any sexual acts or deeds that they are not comfortable, or
willing to perform freely.
Amendments:
1.
2.
3.
At the bottom of the agreement, I left several lines open to write-in anything I may have forgotten to include, as well as any changes and additions anyone would like to make. I'd want everyone to be satisfied that everything was fair, honest and out in the open. I then saved my draft, printed eight copies, logged off of my computer and slipped into bed. I was quite proud of my accomplishment and I felt that Brad and his Zombie Crew should jump at the chance to accept our invitation. It's not everyday that an opportunity for a night of hot, steamy, group sex like this comes along.
I awoke the next morning, excited to share my idea with everyone. I slipped the eight invitations into my backpack, wished Mom a good day, grabbed a cream cheese bagel and headed off to school. It was Friday, the end of the school week and the last opportunity to rally all eight Zombie Dudes together to submit my idea and present it to Brad and his Zombie Crew before our sleepover tomorrow.
As I made my way to my first class, I realized that, all this time, I'd been worried about how Brad and his Zombie Crew was going to respond to my invitation. I hadn't stopped to think how Scott and Manny might respond to it first.
Tommy and I attend the same homeroom together and I managed to catch him just before we entered the classroom. I told him about the document I had drawn up last night and asked him to send a text to Scott and have him and Manny meet us at lunch, prior to our scheduled meeting after school. I told him that he'd better add a `911' to the message as well to ensure that they wouldn't blow us off. Since it was Friday, and it was the last chance we had to make our proposal to our Senior Brothers after school, we only had this one chance at lunchtime to inform Scott and Manny of our plan. If, at lunchtime, Scott and Manny approved my proposal, we would just have enough time to contact and meet with Brad, Will, Dean and Garrison at the courtyard, after school and seal the deal.
When we got out of homeroom, Tommy let me know that Scott and Manny had sent a text back and agreed to meet us at lunch, outside the cafeteria. I was relieved that, at least this much of my plan was working out. There were still several steps to take before we were home free though. I became more anxious and worried as the day wore on. As I thought about it even more, I began to realize that my proposal might be taking the thrill and excitement away from Scott's original plan to actually invade and dominate Brad's Zombie Crew's turf and the danger and risk that went with it. I understood the attraction that goes with controlling others, especially when it came to sexual domination. At the moment, I could only hope that Scott will see the advantages of my proposal and accept it. If our older brothers can be good sports about it and go along with our revenge game, perhaps Scott will follow their example and everything will fall into place.
The lunch bell rang and I had knots in my stomach from wondering if we were going to even make it over our first hurdle. Because this new proposal was my idea, I began to understand that I was going to have to take control of things and `sell' the idea to each person individually. Even though Tommy hadn't read my proposal yet, I think he was already on board with it. Manny would be the next person I would need to persuade and I didn't see many objections coming from him. Scott, on the other hand, might have some major objections to have to overcome. In his case, I was going to have to rely on the `common sense' of the idea to do most of the convincing.
As I approached the cafeteria, I saw that Tommy was the first to arrive, and I walked over to join him. Two minutes later, Scott and Manny came walking over together, looking a little annoyed.
"There are way too many people here," Manny complained. "Let's go around the back."
The four of us slipped around the back of the cafeteria where it was clear enough to speak freely.
"This better be good," Scott frowned. "We're missing our lunch break over this. What's so important that it couldn't wait until after school?"
I explained about all the worries and problems surrounding our original plan to invade Garrison's place, and how my proposal and invitation would solve all those problems. Then I handed Tommy, Scott and Manny a copy of my agreement. I stood in silence for a minute while the three of them read the document. It was one of the longest minutes of my entire life. Then Scott spoke first, breaking the silence.
"You've got to be kidding," he said. "This is flipping awesome! Of course, you realize, they'll never go for it, right?"
I was at a loss. Scott seemed both positive and negative at the same time.
"What do you mean; `they'll never go for it'?" I asked. "Why do you say that?"
"Those guys don't need us," he replied. "They'll be perfectly happy screwing each other all night, which is probably what they were planning to do anyway. They're in the big leagues, dude. You don't see high school baseball teams play against college teams, do you?"
"Okay, you might be right," I said to Scott. "Manny, what do you think about our invitation?"
"I think they might give us a chance," Manny answered. "I remember Will, really getting into it and moaning like crazy when I was forced to suck his monster cock, and I'm pretty sure he wasn't the only one getting off on it either."
"Thanks Manny. I kind of forgot about that. I think I was too scared at the time, but now that I think about it, Garrison was doing some heavy moaning too," I recalled. "Tommy, what are your ideas?"
"I think it could go either way," Tommy sighed. "I say, we just come right out and ask them! Look how much Brad ended up liking what we did with him."
"You're right, that's what we should do," I stated. Then I turned to Scott and asked, "Will you and your brother help us gather everyone together after school at the usual place? Once everybody is there, I'll make the proposal myself. Please, don't show Brad the invitation until we all meet after school. I don't want him telling the others guys what it says until I have a chance to present it to everyone my way. If we should get everyone to agree and sign the document, it will be the most historic event of the school year that nobody but the eight of us will ever know about."
"Actually, that's kind of cool," Manny said. "We can call it the `De-pants-ification Proclamation'."
That made us all laugh because, we'd recently learned about the real `Emancipation Proclamation' in our history class. On that high note, we adjourned our meeting and all bumped knuckles, happy with the prospect that things might work out after all. The rest of the school day dragged on and I began to worry again. I got so nervous that my mind started to invent dozens of ways that things could go wrong until I was almost sick. When the last bell of the day finally rang, I was an absolute mess. My entire being went into autopilot and somehow, I found myself in the school courtyard, dazed and confused.
Tommy was the first to arrive and had to help me come to my senses. A few minutes later, Scott and Manny appeared and walked over to join us. Scott told us that Brad was having trouble getting a confirmation that Garrison and Dean were going to show. All the Junior Brothers were present and accounted for and it was now totally out of our hands. We stood around, waiting for the others to come, growing more nervous and edgy by the second. We started to think that they might have decided to disregard our attempt at diplomacy and leave us hanging. I was getting a sick feeling in my stomach again until we all saw Brad's Zombie Crew walking side by side in our direction.
Since the night of our Zombie sleepover, I had only seen the back of Garrison's head at school as we always seemed to be going in opposite directions. Therefore, I was seeing his face, up close and personal, without the Zombie make-up, for the very first time. I instantly popped an inappropriate boner as my cock reacted to his amazingly sexy face and body. I had no idea he was so hot. I did my best to contain my lust so I could successfully negotiate our proposal.
End of chapter #6
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