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"Zombies Ate My Dick"

By Paul S. Stevens

Chapter #9

An awkward moment passed. Even though I had my arms around Gary, it was Tommy I wanted to be holding more than anything. Just as I was about to say something to Tommy, he wrapped his arms around Dean and then outright kissed him. I was completely outraged at first until I realized how my arms around Gary must have looked like to him. I tried to disregard his actions, since I knew Tommy only did it to send me a message and see if he could make me jealous. Of course, it didn't make me jealous, but I did receive his message loud and clear. This ridiculous rift was tearing me up inside. I fought off a river of tears as I casually let go of my hold around Gary's neck, trying not to look too obvious about it. I was hoping that would appease Tommy. It did not. I clearly couldn't do anything about it right now. I was just going to have to deal with our unintended misunderstanding a little later and pray it wouldn't be too late.

"I think the lights are going to be out for a while," I surmised. "It doesn't matter though, we could still keep going. We don't need the lights to be on to have a good time. It's naughtier that way anyhow, and by naughty, I mean... more fun."

I felt I needed to say that right away. I didn't want the night's festivities to come to a screeching halt, just because the lights went out. I looked over at Brad, just in time to see the dim outline of his hand as he flashed me a `thumbs-up' in the dark room, remembering our last encounter together. It was amazing that we had gotten this far, against all odds, and I was determined to go all the way and make good on the promises we made. After all, everyone was here and the party had only just begun. Besides, we were all pumped up and totally ready for some heavy duty naughtiness.

Even though Will had been acting like a jerk throughout the night, Manny was quite taken by him. Though they weren't actually friends yet, Manny felt compelled to offer up a rare compliment.

"Speaking of `naughtiness being fun', I'd like to say `thank you' for the best revenge game we could've possibly hoped for," Manny said, speaking on behalf of all the Junior Brothers. "You guys rock!"

"Yes, we do, don't we?" Dean answered for his Zombie Crew.

"So, are you guys ready to become our slaves now?" Will snapped, becoming agitated again. "Or are you just going to chicken out now that you guys have gotten what you wanted?"

"Knock it off, Billy," Gary growled. "Do you always have to be such an ass?"

"Well, I don't know That's the way you've been treating me lately, like I'm just a piece of ass to you," Will said, snapping his fingers and cocking his head to one side.

"Hey guys, no worries now, its okay," Scott jumped in and spoke for his Junior Brothers, trying to keep things peaceful. "We're ready to be your slaves right now. So, go ahead, command us!"

"Hold on a minute," Dean quickly interrupted before anybody could start ordering us around. "If you had your choice, what would be the first thing you'd want us to command you to do, as our slaves of course?"

"Well, you guys just gave us the most amazing Zombie Blowjobs ever," Tommy noted. "It's only fair that we give you one back."

"That sounds really great, except, you guys don't have a clue how to do a Zombie Blowjob," Will sarcastically said, blatantly pointing out the obvious.

"I wish we knew how," Manny said, thinking out loud. "That would be so cool if you could teach us someday."

"Hey! As our slaves, you're supposed to be doing what we want... right now," Will complained.

"Tell me something Will..." I began to ask, before Gary interrupted.

"You guys don't need to be so formal around us," Gary insisted. "Just call him Billy, we all do, and I think that by now, you know you can call me Gary. Brad, is still Brad and Dean, is still Dean, although we sometimes call him Packer. Spend enough time around Dean, and you'll find out how he got that nickname!"

"All right then Billy..." I said, re-addressing Will as `Billy'. "Wouldn't you like to get a real Zombie Blowjob right about now?"

"Now...?" Billy rudely laughed. "You babies will never be capable of doing a decent Zombie Blowjob, no matter how much training we give you!"

"If I remember correctly, Billy Boy, we all said the same thing about you. Even so, we still were able to teach you," Gary pointed out. "If you could learn how to do it, then our Junior Brothers could learn how to do it too."

"Oh, burn," Brad said as everyone let out a nervous chuckle.

"Then you'll teach us how?" I questioned with great optimism.

"As I said before, you guys are supposed to be doing what we want right now," Billy strongly protested again as he started unconsciously pulling on his cock in anticipation. "You had your turn already! It's our turn now. You got what you wanted! It's time for us to get what we want now! What part of that don't you understand?"

"Oh, shut up Billy!" Gary barked even more forcefully than before. "I'm really getting sick of your whining. All you ever do is think about your cock. Did it ever occur to you that we could do both at the same time?"

"Really?" Manny questioned. "How could we do that?"

Through the darkness, Billy glared at Gary with fire in his eyes. We all noticed it, but Gary just ignored him.

"Simple. We just get into a sixty-nine position and demonstrate how it's done, Senior Brother to Junior Brother," Gary explained. "That's how my mentor taught me, and that's how I taught each one of my Zombie Crew, one by one, over the past six months."

"Okay," I said, speaking for my Junior Brothers. "Sounds simple enough, what do we do?"

"Here's my idea," Gary proposed. "While we're showing you guys the secret moves, step by step, you would imitate what we do to you, and you in turn, would echo it back to us. We'll be passing along the very same, highly protected secrets that make up a Genuine Zombie Blowjob to you, and as you do it back to us, we'll know if you're doing it right or not. As you learn how to do it correctly, we'll be your very first Zombie Blowjob subjects, giving and receiving together as one. Who better could we get to do this with than our own Junior Brothers? Once you've learned the secrets, you each will become one of the select few to inherit the illicit knowledge that so many boys and young men have died to possess."

"Are we going to die learning it?" Tommy asked, half joking, yet underscored with a hint of seriousness.

"Each one of us... even Billy over there, is a fully trained Zombie Blowjob expert," Gary assured us.

"Gary, are you sure you want to let them in on our Zombie Blowjob secrets?" Brad delicately questioned his Senior Brother with deep concern in his voice.

"Yeah," Dean added with equal concern. "You know how dangerous the `secret' can be, if not done carefully!"

"Believe me, the master who taught me said the same thing," Gary reflected. "But I was lucky that they trusted me enough to pass on the tradition to me anyway. If they hadn't given me that chance, then I wouldn't have been able to pass the tradition along to you guys. I think our Junior Brothers have proven that they can be trusted. I'm willing to give them the same chance my master gave me."

"Hold on," I gulped as I digressed a little. "I heard you say, `dangerous'. How can a blowjob be dangerous?"

"It's not just any blowjob we're talking about here. It's a `Zombie Blowjob'!" Brad corrected.

"If done carelessly, or incorrectly, it can be deadly!" Gary confirmed. "If you're not careful, your subject could pass out and slip into a Zombie-like coma before he ever knew what was happening to him. Once your subject passes out completely, there's no reviving him. So, the person giving the Zombie Blowjob has to watch out for the warning signs and pull his subject out of danger before it's too late."

"Maybe we better not do this," Scott suggested. "I don't want to die over a stupid blowjob."

"Zombie Blowjob!" Brad corrected his younger brother as he gave him a small push.

"I understand that there are huge differences," Tommy said. "But why `Zombie' of all the things it could be called?"

"If you think about it," Gary continued. "A slow moving Zombie can't catch his victim if he's moving too fast. A Zombie Blowjob is designed to slow down one's metabolism as they get sucked. As their victim's bodies begin to reduce down to a state of hibernation, they lose the ability to flee, thereby preventing them from escaping their clutches. When your bodily functions slow down sufficiently during sex, one of the side effects is, the sensations multiply exponentially. That's one of the reasons they call it `Zombie'. Another reason why it's called `Zombie' is from guys who become brain dead from their bodily functions completely shutting down from the extreme Zombie Blowjob sensations because they were not prevented from going past the point of no return. It's a horrible thing, because they don't always die right away. They just become like the living dead. They're still breathing, yet totally brain dead. They continue to ooze cum out their cocks for up to five minutes after they're already dead as their bodies continue to ejaculate their Zombie induced cum loads, involuntary so a `Zombie' could continue to feed freely from his victim with absolutely no resistance."

As soon as Gary explained all that, I remembered how I felt just before Gary pulled me out of my trance and let me climax. I remember thinking that I was taken to a place where my orgasm was so intense that I thought I was going to die cumming. I guess it wasn't just my imagination. Having that much control over someone, especially during a blowjob, was diabolically arousing. Getting sexually boned up at the thought of being able to perform a potentially lethal blowjob was something that I wasn't particularly proud of and made me wonder if I was mature enough to handle the awesome responsibility. Even so, I wanted to learn the secrets to the Zombie Blowjob, now more than ever.

"Well, I'm in," I announced. "What about the rest of you?"

"I'm in," Manny said.

"I'm in," Tommy added.

Three of us were in as we waited for Scott to cast his vote.

"Oh... all right. I'm in!" Scott said, making our vote, unanimous.

"What are we waiting for then?" I asked. "Let's get started!"

Learning about the dangers and pitfalls of this amazing method of sexual stimulation that was about to be revealed to us, had taken on a morbidly ritualistic tone. It filled the room with a mysterious aura that was shrouded in obscurity. The thunderous sounds of the malevolent storm raging outside became a living, breathing element of the electrifying atmosphere inside.

Once we all agreed to continue, we were thrilled to finally learn what the secrets were that made the Zombie Blowjob so coveted, above and beyond all other kinds of blowjobs. We were moments away from learning the secrets that would put the awesome power of the ultimate orgasm within our horny grasp. An atmosphere of `freaky holiday' filled our senses as an invisible shroud of concealment covered the forbidden taboo that engulfed the room.

We each eagerly began our indoctrination into the secret world of the Zombie Blowjob with earnest. Each group of two brothers turned to one side to lie opposite each other as we all sprawled out across our sleeping bags in a traditional sixty-nine position. Even though Scott, Manny, Tommy, Brad and I had just blown a huge load just moments ago, we were all hard again and excited to proceed. Before we knew it, every cock in the room was in somebody's mouth as our secret initiation began.

When I drew Gary's monster cock into my mouth, I almost began to gag as I started to remember how difficult it was for me to handle Gary's massive tool down my throat. As Gary opened his mouth to inhale my boner, I instantly flashed back to the same place that Gary had taken me earlier. It was the most amazing place where orgasms floated just out of reach, dangling, weightless in time and space.

My heart skipped a beat as I realized that, if Tommy and I both learned how to do a proper Zombie Blowjob, our sex lives were going to improve dramatically. Its not that our sex life needed any improving mind you, but the benefits of being able to give each other a genuine Zombie Blowjob anytime we wanted one was almost too good to be true. I was going to need to get Tommy alone sometime tonight and straighten out our earlier misunderstanding before things get messed up beyond repair. I didn't want to lose our chances at being future Zombie Blowjob lovers.

I was getting a little distracted and had to remind myself that I was supposed to be observing what Gary was doing to me. I was supposed to be copying his example and mirroring it back to him, move-for-move. However, I couldn't distinguish exactly what it was that Gary was doing to me that made me so epically aroused and totally distracted, so I was unable to reproduce the sensations back to him. I reluctantly had to drop Gary's cock out of my mouth to sit myself up for a moment.

"Excuse me for asking," I innocently asked Gary, "but what exactly is it that you're doing to me that is so freaking awesome?"

"Oh, that," Gary chuckled as he sat up beside me. "That's called the `Zombie Cock Grip'. It's the heart of the Zombie Blowjob."

"So, how do you do a Zombie Cock Grip then?" I asked.

"Well, it's pretty simple," Gary said as he began to explain.

"Hey Junior Brothers," I interrupted, getting everybody's attention before Gary answered. "You better stop and listen up!"

Everyone stopped what they were doing and sat back up as they faced Gary, giving him their undivided attention.

He took his time and cleared his throat as he got ready to impart his first bits of Zombie Wisdom.

"The `Zombie Cock Grip' begins with the ability to roll the lateral edges of your tongue upwards into a tube, essentially wrapping your entire tongue around your subject's shaft," Gary instructed.

He demonstrated his technique by sticking out his tongue and showing all of us the subtle way it's done. We each strained to observe Gary's example the best way we could, considering we were all sitting in the dark.

"It's the equivalent of wrapping your hand around your subject's cock when you do a common handjob," Gary continued. "The intrinsic muscles allow most people to form their tongues into specific shapes. Reversely, unlike a common handjob, when you do it right, your tongue will achieve the maximum amount of contact to stimulate the maximum number of nerves per square inch. That, along with the sensation of the `papillae', the tiny bumps that cover the surface of the human tongue, awakens the cock like nothing else can, placing your subject completely under your control."

"Do you mean to say, the secret to a Zombie Blowjob is just a rolled tongue?" Tommy asked Gary.

"Of course not," Gary laughed. "That's only the beginning!"

"How do you know all this stuff?" Scott innocently asked.

"I told you," Gary answered. "I'm a Zombie Blowjob expert. In fact, once we pass on the secrets to you guys here tonight, my Zombie Crew will be considered, `Genuine Zombie Blowjob Masters'."

"That really didn't answer Scott's question," Tommy pointed out.

"Sorry, you're right," Gary confessed. "Once I learned all the secrets from my master, I took it a step further and looked all that stuff up on the Internet to confirm that everything my master taught me was true and correct. I really had to search hard to find some of the answers, and many of those pages were in different languages. Translating some of those pages took forever. What I discovered was, not only is all this stuff real, but I learned a lot more stuff on my own as I went along that helped me refine my technique even more."

"I can't seem to roll my tongue like that," Manny randomly interrupted.

"Yes you can!" Gary insisted. "You just never tried before. A lot of people believe that the ability has to be inherited. Not so! Any twelve-year-old kid's tongue muscles are developed enough to do it. Use your fingers to curl your tongue manually into a circle and teach yourself which specific muscles you need to command to get started."

After a minute or so of all the Junior Brothers experimenting around, using their fingers to train their tongues, I got anxious to use our newly acquired technique. I couldn't wait to wrap my tongue around Gary's massive man meat with my `Zombie Cock Grip' maneuver and suck Gary wildly into the next stage.

"Let's get back to our lesson," I said impatiently.

We all laid back down into the same positions we were in before, and applied what we had just learned. Our mentors were impressed as we swallowed their waiting boners. Apparently, we had improved considerably as all eight of us started moaning almost immediately, getting each other genuinely aroused with our tongues wrapped firmly around our partner's cocks. Even Billy was starting to enjoy himself as Manny skillfully put his disagreeable subject and mentor into a pleasurable Zombie rhythm.

Point by point, Gary and his Zombie Crew taught us all the subtle secrets that made up a `Genuine Zombie Blowjob'. Gary's Zombie Crew took turns going into great detail as they each offered up their unique perspectives into the process. They guided us, step by step, through the rigorous paces of the complicated procedure. As we approached the final stages of our amazing Zombie journey, we were becoming experts ourselves as we gathered unique insights into the male psyche.

We had been methodically taught how to skillfully take each other to that elusive Zombie Climax where we each brought the other to the point of near madness. Then, we learned how to recognize the warning signs and how to `cheat death'. That was the easiest part to learn, but the hardest part to follow through with. The problem was, once we each got into that magical `Zombie Zone', we wanted to linger there forever. Even though it was now time to finish off the lesson, we each started to fall into the hypnotic draw of the `Zombie Trance'.

When a Zombie Blowjob is performed on someone, it usually is done on a `one-to-one' basis, so the master can stay in control and watch for the warning signs from his subject. Because we were all doing each other at the same time, no single person was in command, and we all lost control of the situation. There are dangerous risks that are inherent in passing on the Zombie Blowjob secrets to virgin beginners in this way, and sure enough, we had just gotten caught in the deadliest pitfall of all. We had all overlooked the necessity for a proverbial `designated driver'. Even though we all mentally knew we had to break free from the Zombie Trance right now, physically, we were caught in a `copy and mirror' feedback loop. All eight of us had gotten helplessly locked in a deadly spiral as we fell deeper into the Zombie Zone, unable to break free from its deadly clutches yet continued headlong into peril.

As my body and soul hung, suspended between the two worlds of the conscious and unconscious, a ghastly thought crossed my mind. I thought about how tragic it would be if, in the morning, Mrs. Dover were to call us down for breakfast, only to discover a mother's worst nightmare. Upon opening the door, she would find that the eight of us had passed on in the middle of the night in a horrifyingly surrealistic scene. A shocking vision of her two sons and six friends, spread across the floor, all naked and clinging to a sixty-nine position with their mouths firmly attached to their partner's cocks, all frozen in place, as dead as can be. If I was going to die with my friends in that way, at least it would be the most amazing way to go! If there was any levity to be found here, the only thing funny about our predicament would be the coroner's report putting the cause of death as: `Death by Zombie Blowjob'.

I felt weak as my orgasmic denial started to suck the energy directly from my balls. My breathing slowed and I felt my heart rate drop. I started to ascend the surly bonds of earth as I got lightheaded. I found myself floating in that indescribable place once again. I was surrounded by my elusive orgasm, as if it were a tangible thing that can be touched and embraced. And yet, there it was, extending as far as the eye could see in every direction like space itself, mysteriously just out of arms reach. Then, I became acutely aware that I was about to die cumming. Even so, I was incapable of doing anything about it. The room got deathly quiet as all eight of us unwillingly succumbed to the clutches of the `Zombie Death Grip' without even a whimper.

Just as I figuratively took my last breath on planet earth, we were all suddenly brought to our senses by an unusual atmospheric phenomenon.

A blinding flash of lightning cut through the night sky with cosmic God-like intensity. Its immense light flooded Scott's bedroom with its pure white radiance as it entered the window. It eerily illuminated our provocative profiles against the walls of Scott's darkened room. The outlines suddenly emerged, and then disappeared in an instant as they provoked several gruesome images of monsters from the great beyond.

The unexpected flash was immediately followed by a huge, booming thunderclap that struck directly overhead. It was so close and powerful that it rattled the entire house from top to bottom. The jarring experience was just enough to jolt us completely out of our trance, narrowly snatching each one of us from the very jaws of death.

As we re-acquired our mental faculties, we automatically got ushered into the last phase of our mutual Zombie Blowjob Finale. The act of suddenly getting awoken from the Zombie Zone caused us all to hurtle headlong into the Zombie Orgasm Finale instantaneously.

As I felt my balls get tightly drawn up into my body, I felt Gary's rock hard cock swell up in my mouth at exactly the same time that my own throbbing cock swelled up inside his. I detected a subtle change in the flavor of Gary's cock as the tension inside his balls began to build up to a massive detonation. He and I were both on the verge of launching our Zombie loads into each other's mouths with exact synchronized precision. We became aware that the room had suddenly come alive with the sounds of eight boys simultaneously arriving at a cataclysmic climax together. The sounds were so awesome that it caused my brain to release an orgasmic cocktail of erotic chemicals that felt like it was powerful enough to send a full grown elephant to the gates of nirvana. I was ready to explode, physically, mentally and most of all, sexually. The most intoxicating orgasm I could possibly experience was teetering on the edge of oblivion, tormenting me with denial.

Then the moans from the others began to escalate into a fever pitch as each couple began to bust their Zombie nuts, two at a time. Gary's vocal ovations alone sent chilling vibrations rolling down my spine, causing even more pressure to build up behind my aching balls. Gary became a demon as he doubled his efforts to make me blow. In turn, I continued to copy and mirror Gary's actions back to him, doubling my efforts to make him blow. Our two cocks shuddered together in mutual anticipation as we drove each other over the edge.

Then, a climax that can only be summoned by a `Genuine Zombie Blowjob Master', blasted though Gary and myself as we squirted and splashed each other's throats with our nearly fatal loads of cum. Our engorged cocks continued to erupt inside each other's mouths with waves upon waves of blistering semen. Our entire bodies were overtaken by convulsions that rocked our very souls to the core. I began to notice the others in the room as they started to jerk and twitch as well as they each experienced their own forms of Zombie paroxysms, that is to say a sudden and uncontrollable expression of emotions and sensations.

Things slowly quieted down as we all recovered from our post orgasmic high. One by one, our cocks softened and slipped from each other's mouths as we returned to our senses. As we did, each one of us sat back up in a seated position, unable to talk, as we continued to enjoy the residual tingles of our stellar experiences. As I looked around the room, everyone had gotten back to their seated position except for Tommy.

Dean, Tommy's partner and mentor, tried to rouse him, but he wasn't responding. After a second attempt to wake him with no success, I jumped up off my sleeping bag and raced to Tommy's side. I sat beside him and raised his body up off the floor and held him in my arms. He felt lifeless against my body as I kissed him repeatedly. I noticed his body was cold to the touch. How could this happen?

End of chapter #9

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