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"Zombies Ate My Dick"

By Paul S. Stevens

Chapter #7

As Brad walked up to us with his Zombie Crew in tow, the four of them joined our group and then stood amongst us, impatiently wondering what was so important.

Now that they were standing in our presence for the first time since our Zombie encounter, they didn't seem to be quite as intimidating or menacing as they did when they had us under their power. When they had us pinned in the dark, we could hardly breathe as their naked bodies towered over us like giants. At the time, their commanding presence forced us to meekly cower down below them, on our knees, with their hard cocks, rudely shoved in our faces. Their menacing Zombie image that had gotten so deeply engrained in all our minds from that unforgettable night seemed to melt away in the full light of day. In fact, right now, they were looking just like any typical high school students.

"Hi," I said as I swallowed hard and began my introductions. "I'm Glenn Talbert, this is Tommy Rhodes and Manny Ortiz, and of course you already know Brad's brother, Scott Dover."

"We know who you are," Garrison snapped. "What do you want?"

"We have a little proposal we'd like to make," I stated.

I then handed Brad, Will, Dean and Garrison a copy of my invitation to read as I explained the idea behind our proposal, topic by topic.

"What the hell is this shit?" Will hissed. "Do you think we're gay or something?"

"Oh, shut up, Billy," Garrison growled at Will's ignorance.

"You're not actually going to consider doing this, are you, Gary?" Dean whispered to Garrison. "These guys are practically babies, man!"

"I don't know," Garrison said. "I'll tell you one thing!"

He bent forward and looked intently into my crotch, attracting the curious attention of the last few remaining students on their way home who were barely fazed as they passed by us.

"What?" I questioned, not understanding what Garrison was hinting at.

"I'd have to say that, `you've got balls, kid'! And I should know... I've actually seen'em." Garrison said with a deadpan expression. "I can't tell for sure with your clothes on, but by the look of things, I'd say that those balls of yours have doubled in size since last time I saw you!"

The boner in my pants, that was already straining to get out, responded to Garrison's flattery by swelling up, well beyond normal.

"So, you guys think you can dominate us, huh?" Dean sneered as he tried to intimidate us again by keeping the upper hand.

"Each one of us have selected two, very well thought out tactics that we've fantasized about to get our revenge," I calmly and rationally explained, demonstrating that my confidence was unshakable and none of the Zombie Crew could intimidate me or any of the Junior Zombie Brothers anymore. "After that, we will willingly be your slaves to control as you want. As you see on the invitations, we can also do a `cum contest' and a `distance shooting contest' if you want. There will be special prizes for the winners that will make it worth your while. All you have to do is agree to the proposal and sign it. What do you say? Do you want to take the chance and party together with us?"

"Hold on a minute," Garrison said. "Let me chat with my homeboys."

He motioned his Zombie Crew out of earshot where they talked among themselves for a couple of minutes, all while we waited in anxious anticipation. It looked like they were bouncing questions off each other, addressing objections and concerns. A couple of minutes later, they returned and, sure enough, they had their questions ready.

"First off, let me give you some advice, kid," Garrison began. "Drop the Zombie shit. I mean, if you really want to do it, it's up to you. If you want to wear the torn shirts as a costume, that's one thing, but take it from us, the make-up is a real hassle. The novelty of it wears off fast and it's not worth all the time it takes to apply it. Besides, you won't want to get stuck having to wear it all night long. It smells bad and it smears easily, getting all over everything you touch. You'll feel more natural and more... well, you know... naked without it."

Garrison was probably right about the hassle, but I suddenly understood how Scott must have felt to have his ideas shot down. The whole Zombie thing was my idea and I just experienced the bitter sting of having my suggestion axed. Anyhow, if it would help to get my proposal passed, I had to be ready and willing to make at least a few concessions.

"All right," I stated. "We'll do the shirts, but no make-up then. What else?"

"My boys want to know exactly what you're willing to do as our slaves," Garrison asked, dripping with innuendo as he raised his eyebrows at me.

"You'll just have to wait and find that out tomorrow night," I answered. "We all have different limits and boundaries, even you guys do. Sure, there are things we won't do, but you'll find out that we're not the babies you think we are. To keep things fair for everyone, the one thing we all must agree upon is this statement at the bottom of the invitations. `No one is allowed to make another person do anything they are not comfortable with or willing to perform, freely'."

"I guess that's fair enough," Garrison said.

"Anything else?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah! No one must ever find out that we did this thing with you guys... and if any of you say anything, you'll be Zombie meat," Garrison stressed. "After all, we each have our reputations to protect."

"No problem. We understand completely. We'll put it in writing!" I said. "By the way, the same thing goes for you guys. We don't want you guys telling about us either."

I gathered up all the copies of my proposal from everyone and stuffed them into my backpack to destroy later using my mom's paper shredder at home. I held out my copy and marked it as the original. Then, I hand wrote in: "No one must ever find out that this event ever took place" on the first line under `Amendments'.

"You guys have got yourself a deal!" Garrison announced.

Suddenly, all eight of us felt a rush of excitement come over us. I passed around a pen and the proposal with the added amendment written in, and had everybody sign the document and initial the amendment line. Once everyone added their signature, Brad adjourned our meeting.

"Okay, see you guys tomorrow at ten o'clock at Scott and Brad Dover's house," I said to our Senior Zombie Brothers.

With that being said, we all broke off in several different directions, bubbling over with excitement. I was probably more excited than anyone else because I felt it was a personal triumph to get eight vastly different individuals to agree to do something so extraordinary.

As Tommy and I walked to my house, we were on fire. We talked about how this whole thing evolved from beginning to end, overcoming one obstacle after another and how hot our party was going to turn out to be. Once again, when we reached my front door, we had worked ourselves into a heated frenzy and were overeager to get our daily naked time started. We learned from our past experience to undress calmly so we could layout our clothes neatly and be able to slip right back into them at a moment's notice, but sometimes, when we get this overheated, it becomes hard to remember these things and control our passion. Our hot topic of conversation we shared as we walked home, along with the heat of the day, gave me a splendid idea.

"Let's take a shower together," I suggested to Tommy as we removed our clothes, one piece at a time.

"Good idea!" Tommy answered as he finished undressing and regally stood before me in all his glory.

I became mesmerized as my eyes beheld Tommy's amazing body. He was standing in front of me like Michelangelo's David, in the flesh. His weight was shifted to his right leg and his arm was casually touching his shoulder. His cock was perfectly resting over his smooth balls as it hung there in an ideal state of semi-erectness. My arousal level shot through my body like a bolt of lightning. To me, Tommy was the whole package. Everything about him turned me on, from his unforgettable smile to his perfectly sized, cut cock. Yes, his beautiful penis was the perfect mouthful of teen boyhood, yet it still had the potential to become so much more. In many ways, Tommy was like a mirror image of myself, except perhaps, slightly sexier. Tommy's height, standing less than an inch taller than me, was the perfect match for my own stature. We both had a similar body structure that was not overly muscular, but quite lean and fit. He offset my straight brown hair and hazel eyes with his slightly wavy jet black mop that gave him an exotic look when you peered into his piercing green eyes. Other than an almost imperceptible treasure trail that led from just above his bellybutton to a fair dusting of dark curly pubes below, he was essentially hairless, just like me. Add to that, a perfectly smooth bubble butt that even now, I can't stop fantasizing about, and you've got Tommy Rhodes, my one and only love. By the way he was looking back at me as we stood in each other's gaze, Tommy must have been thinking the same thing about me. Once I realized that I had been admiring the eye candy a little too long, I took a deep breath that snapped both of us out of our mutual trance, returning us back to reality.

Neither one of us tried to hide our attraction for each other as we then hustled our naked bodies down the hall and into the bathroom. As I opened the glass door to the shower, we shared the task of adjusting the cooling water temperature to something we both agreed upon before we stepped in. The first thing we needed to do was get some much needed relief from the heat by allowing the refreshing water to run over our sweaty bodies.

Once we did that, we both started thinking with our little head. Our hormones were raging out of control and Tommy and I began sensuously moving our hands and arms torridly about each other's bodies. Our semi-hard cocks eagerly grew into columns of granite as our enthusiastic petting escalated into a scorching hot love affair.

Our upcoming party at the Dover place had both of us aroused and excited beyond belief. For me, getting everyone to agree on all the topics of the party was a major turn on, and I was getting a seriously horny vibe from Garrison at our meeting today that added to my animalistic cravings.

Even though Garrison and his massive cock had started to occupy my mind recently, Tommy was the one who meant the world to me. He had turned out to be the best possible lover I could have ever wished for. I was thankful that I was able to be alone with him right now, sharing this most amazing shower together.

We were mutually driving each other, towards an explosive climax as our hands and arms drifted from one erogenous zone to another. Then, I took the bar soap into my hands and lathered them up. When they were good and foamy, Tommy took the soap from me and did the same. Then we resumed our mutual rubdown, spreading a generous coating of soapy foam all over each other.

Then, I threw my arms around Tommy and pulled our two bodies closer together in a sensuous full body dance, rubbing ourselves into a thick lather. We rubbed our chests, bellies and cocks together until we both felt a hands-free grinding orgasm coming. The closer we got, the faster we slid our cocks against each other, grinding away in a total body ballet. My primitive instincts took total control of me. I became oblivious to what I was even doing, pushing harder and growling in desire. All I knew was, I had reverted back to my most basic sexual urges. I felt like I had become an animal, or at least a caveman. The feeling was so intense that I began to feel like I was losing my identity. I quickly pulled myself out of my regression and returned back to my modern day sensibilities. As I traveled back into the present, I found I was already perched at the peak of a wild orgasm. Tommy and I were ready to release our perfectly timed cum fountains together.

My body temperature rose as our cocks battled together and my hips gyrated into Tommy's loins, causing both of us to fly into a lust-induced frenzy. My muscles tightened and my eyes welled up as I became aware that I was teetering on the edge of oblivion. The urge to grab my cock and finish myself off was overwhelming, but I resisted the temptation. I continued to keep my hands away from my cock and kept Tommy's hands occupied as well. I wanted a hands-free orgasm so much that I clutched Tommy's hands into mine and lathered us both into a mutual climax. I felt a rush of adrenaline flood my body as I prepared to blow my load. Before I knew it, Tommy blew his load first and blasted my bellybutton with his scorching hot boy broth. As he blasted me repeatedly, he threw his head back and wailed an orgasmic cantata. It was so erotic that it pushed me right over the edge. A few seconds later, my cock swelled up and ignited a spectacular pyrotechnic display of exploding cum rockets that ricocheted off Tommy's glistening torso. I opened my mouth and howled an arousing counterpoint to Tommy's aria that sent us both into the heavens until our mutual shoot-off diminished into dry silence. We slowly came to a stop, totally out of breath. We stepped away from each other and stood speechless in each other's presence, covered with each other's boy brew that slowly trickled down the drain along with the intimate lather that had coated our bodies. As the last of our love juice disappeared into oblivion, our bodies shimmered under the soothing cool water until we finally floated back to our senses.

As if it were the most natural thing in the world, we kissed each other as the ultimate symbol for `thank you', and then exited the shower. I turned off the water and pulled out two towels from the cabinet. I handed Tommy one of the towels and we both dried off and returned to my room. We laid alongside each other on my bed in total bliss and just enjoyed each other's naked company in absolute silence until we heard the familiar sounds of my mom getting home from work a little while later. We calmly got dressed and slowly returned to the dull `clothing required' world in which we spent most of our lives. Shortly after that, Tommy went home and the rest of the night passed uneventfully.

I got totally bored with myself and couldn't find anything to occupy my thoughts beyond my preoccupation with tomorrow's Zombie party. I ended up on top of my bed, stripped down to my underwear, staring at the ceiling until I unintentionally fell asleep. It was way too early to be going to sleep for the night and because of that, I had multiple dreams about being at the Zombie Orgy.

In one of my dreams, everyone was accounted for. We were all sexually frustrated from not being allowed to take our clothes off. Strangely enough, my mom and Manny's dad had decided to invite themselves to join us in Scott's room in a kind of social gathering, and we couldn't get rid of them. Every time we thought they were leaving, Scott and Brad's parents would show up, offering them coffee and cake, keeping us from getting the privacy we needed to get started. In this same dream, I began to suffer from the sexual frustration of being horny with no reward.

As my restless dream continued, I felt my boner go through round after round of denial, being forced to remain rock hard and dripping with pre-cum, without any hope of obtaining even the smallest climax. Maybe my dream was trying to tell me that what we were planning to do was socially unacceptable but my continuous arousal said otherwise. I finally awoke out of my stupor at four o'clock in the morning, sweating and out of breath, with my cock aching from having been continuously hard for several hours. Although it did nothing to relieve the throbbing pain in my groin, I removed my underwear to allow my boner its freedom. I very nearly jacked myself off right then and there, but our Zombie Orgy was now only eighteen hours away and I wanted to save myself for the sleepover so I could cum as many times as possible and at least try to win the cum contest.

Now that I was wide awake, I did what I could to think of stuff that would get my mind off of sex and deflate my agonizing boner, but it wasn't working. The party was the only thing on my mind and it was so close now that all the other things in my life became secondary. I almost got out of bed to take a cold shower, but that only got me thinking about my erotic shower with Tommy earlier, which did nothing to help ease my aching erection. Then, for some reason, I thought about how Mom was going to be expecting me to take my pajamas with me to the sleepover and how I was going to have to make sure that I made an appearance wearing them sometime during the night. That's what finally did it.

My boner began to shrink, and I felt an almost instant relief. Strangely enough, once my cock had gotten completely soft, it remained slightly enlarged and puffy to the touch. That got me thinking about Garrison's comment to me about how my balls seemed to be twice the size he remembered them being, which made me chuckle inside. Now that my sense of emergency had been avoided, I relaxed and gently fell back to sleep.

The day of our much anticipated Zombie Brotherhood sleepover had finally arrived. I looked at my clock and saw that it was well after eight o'clock in the morning. My bedroom should have been bathed in a bouquet of sunshine streaming in from between the cracks in the curtains, but instead, my room was shrouded in a gloomy haze of gray. As I climbed my naked body out of bed, I took a look out the window. The day had started out to be very cold, windy and rainy. The big day that I had waited for with such eagerness, was starting out to be disappointingly dismal. I decided that I wasn't going to let it get me down though. I had over ten hours for the storm to pass us by and I tried to put it out of my mind and think of more important things.

As I began my day, Mom was downstairs watching the news and I heard the weatherman predict an ominous forecast. It wasn't long after that when my mom suggested that I call my friends and propose to them that we should reschedule our sleepover for a night that wasn't so stormy. Of course, I refused to even consider such an idea. Throughout the day, the storm got thicker and Mom's objections got more insistent. I spent the rest of the day sidestepping Mom's objections until it was time to pack. Once again, Mom came into my room to see to it that I packed all the essentials. I purposely spread out my pajamas, right on top of everything, knowing she would be seeing to it that they didn't get overlooked. When she saw them sitting right there on top, her whole attitude changed and she softened up once again.

"Won't you change your mind and stay home tonight?" Mom pleaded again.

"The other guys won't be staying home," I told her. "If I stayed home, what would that say about me? I wouldn't be able to show my face in front of them again."

"Yeah, I guess I understand that. You win!" she said and then whispered under her breath as she left my room, "My baby is growing up."

As it came time for me to leave, the doorbell rang. It was Tommy. Hopefully, Mom would think it was too late to talk me out of it anymore and stick to her promise. Tommy was already here and his mom was waiting outside in the car to drive us to the Dover's. I let Tommy in so his physical presence would help end her indecision and we both could say goodbye to her. As I let Tommy in, the weather outside was looking bad. It was now windier and was raining much harder than this morning and I quickly shut the door before Mom had a chance to see how much worse things had gotten. She reluctantly conceded to let me go, now that she saw Tommy standing alongside me by the front door. As I would have expected her to do anyway, she still put up one more argument for good measure.

"This storm is getting pretty bad," she said. "I'd really rather you stayed home Glenn."

"Why are you so worried?" I asked her. "What difference does it make if I'm over there with them, or if I stay here? We're not going camping. We're not going out into the wilderness. We're going to be in a house, just like this one. Besides, we'll only be a couple of blocks away. There will be lots of people there, all looking after each other. We'll be perfectly safe. So, can you stop worrying? Please!"

"All right," she sighed. "But if anything goes wrong, call me. I'll come pick you up right away. Okay baby?"

"Okay mom," I responded as I bit my tongue. I didn't really appreciate her calling me baby in front of Tommy, but this was not the time or place to make a fuss over it, so I took a deep breath and responded sweetly. "Thanks!"

I gave my mom a reassuring hug and kiss. Tommy and I both said our goodbyes as I flung my sleeping bag over my shoulder. We both headed out the door and ran the twelve feet to Mrs. Rhodes's car that was waiting in the driveway, only getting slightly wet from the downpour. She then took us straight to Scott and Brad's house and dropped us off. We said our goodbyes to her and then ran to the Dover's front door, trying not to get any wetter than we already had.

It was exactly seven o'clock, and Tommy's mom had delivered us right on time. Instead of watching a movie this time and downing pizzas and sodas, Tommy, Manny and I joined Scott and Brad's family for a formal sit down dinner before we would officially begin our planned sleepover. Mrs. Dover's dinner presentations were so festive, it was like we walked into a four star restaurant. It went a long way toward helping us forget about the worsening storm that was brewing outside.

Dinner was pronounced ready as soon as we walked in the door. We greeted everyone and set our sleeping bags down near the front door. We were then promptly called into the dinning room where Mrs. Dover was lighting the last of several inviting candles around the table. She indicated where each one of us was to sit, and we immediately felt the warmth of the oven radiating a cozy feeling of hearth and home. We were asked to join hands as Mr. Dover recited a heartwarming, yet non-denominational prayer, asking for everyone's continued health and well being as well as a respectful request for a quick end to the worsening storm. Then, Mrs. Dover got up, opened the oven door and pulled out a casserole containing three perfectly roasted ducks surrounded in a bed small red potatoes and carrots. She placed the casserole in the center of the table and removed the lid. The aroma that instantly filled the dining room was so heavenly, my appetite swelled and my mouth began to water. While the three birds sat, nestled in their juices, allowing the flavors to settle in, Mrs. Dover served the salad and Mr. Dover poured each one of us a glass of non-alcoholic sparkling cedar. Tommy and I glanced at each other as a look of total contentment filled our expressions.

I felt compelled to compliment Mr. and Mrs. Dover on their home, their hospitality and the amazing dinner that we had been so lucky to get invited to. Tommy joined in and explained how special he felt to be able to partake in such a delicacy. Mr. and Mrs. Dover kept our minds occupied with questions about school and home as the wind vigorously rattled the windows. We enjoyed talking and getting to know more about each other over the lavish meal we were enjoying. Sitting across from us, Scott and Brad were making questionable gestures with their food whenever they thought their parents weren't watching. They were taking their partially eaten leg bones of their duck, and started licking the ends while they slowly pushed them down their throats. The innuendos didn't stop there however. They did the same thing with the carrots, pretending to deep throat them, rolling their eyes back with an expression of lust and desire. It wasn't long before they started getting Tommy and I horny and soon after that, we asked to be excused. Mrs. Dover then told me to come down from upstairs in an hour or so and I could bring everyone up a snack before she went to bed. Before we took off for Scott's room, to show our appreciation to Mr. and Mrs. Dover, we all got busy and chipped in, helping clear the dinner table and load the dishwasher.

After that, we all went upstairs to play video games and finalize our revenge strategies that we hoped would get our Zombie orgy launched in style. When we got upstairs, we briefly stood in the hallway as Brad handed us our Zombie shirts that Garrison had donated to us for our revenge portion of the evening. I couldn't wait. Scott and Brad had already gotten Tommy and I all worked up and horny, making sure we were hot and ready for anything.

Then, Scott, Manny, Tommy and I, filed into Scott's room and Brad went to his own room where he was to coordinate his part of the deal and wait for his crew to arrive. Then, when it got to be ten o'clock, he was to help quietly usher in his Zombie Crew into the house under a cloak of silence and secrecy.

It almost felt like we were going to do a college initiation ritual where we'd be dishing out a genuine `Zombie House Hazing'. We had a lot to discuss and work out between the four of us before Brad and our guests would be joining us at ten o'clock. However, the storm had different ideas and it managed to keep us distracted, worrying more about the weather than anything else. The wind started blowing so hard, it started hurling the rain against the windows, making a knocking sound as the wind howled in swirling gusts.

At nine o'clock, I suggested that we take the opportunity to get some snacks before Mr. and Mrs. Dover went off to bed. I reminded my friends how I promised my mom I would wear my pajamas and this time was no different. Just like last time, I volunteered. Unlike last time, I stripped naked right in front of my friends and slipped on my pajamas without feeling any embarrassment whatsoever. Then, I went downstairs to the kitchen where I enlisted Mrs. Dover's help to put together a care package. She started off with five paper cups, five festive paper plates and a handful of paper napkins. Then she got out an unopened package of `Double Stuf Oreos' along with a package of `Chips Ahoy!'. Next, she pulled out a gallon of lowfat milk from the refrigerator and placed everything into a plastic grocery bag. I thanked her kindly and she cheerfully sent me back upstairs to enjoy our snacks. When I returned upstairs with the goodies, I helped pass around the treasures and poured everyone a cup of milk. I filled all five cups and suggested that Scott should invite Brad in to join us.

As all five of us munched away on our snacks, the storm continued to rage on outside and had actually become a full blown hurricane. Brad told us that he'd been texting Garrison and said that his Zombie Crew were all there at Garrison's house, but were stuck there unless the storm let up. We began to worry amongst ourselves that the storm may not cooperate, preventing Garrison, Will and Dean from ever making it over. If the storm got any worse than it already had, we were going to have to cancel our plans and reschedule, if that was even possible. Getting eight guys to come together like this was already a minor miracle and to ask everyone to do it again might be too much to ask.

When all the snacks were virtually gone, Brad went back to his room to keep in contact with his Zombie Crew as they closely kept track of the storms progress. As it approached ten o'clock, something amazing happened. The storm let up, the wind settled down, the rain completely stopped, and everything became eerily quiet. It became apparent that we were in the eye of the storm and Brad's Zombie Crew had only a few precious minutes to make their way over before all hell would break loose again. A few minutes later, we heard some whispering going on in the hallway. We assumed that Will, Dean and Garrison had taken advantage of the lull in the storm and made their way here just in time.

We all got incredibly excited that things were about to begin. For some reason though, everyone suddenly got scared of confronting the Senior Brothers now that they were here. Before I knew it, they drafted me into being their leader. I accepted. I had Tommy, Scott and Manny slip on their torn and tattered Zombie shirts and had them get into character as we readied ourselves to begin our mock revenge on our brothers. I slipped my Zombie shirt on over my pajamas and prepared to lead our group forward. We readied our daggers in our hands and prepared to spring a surprise attack. Once our adrenaline started pumping, we went into action.

We quietly opened Scott's bathroom door and silently gathered together near Brad's adjoining bedroom door. I gave the signal and we all stormed into Brad's room all at once. It worked perfectly. They were all mulling around and were caught totally off guard. We took advantage of our element of surprise and easily brought them under our control right away. Just like that, our Zombie Party was officially underway.

End of chapter #7

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