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"Zombies Ate My Dick"

By Paul S. Stevens

Chapter #11

It turns out that Dean's cumshot was the most anticipated cumshot of the entire night, for a reason. The Junior Brothers didn't know this, but we learned later that, amongst Gary's Crew, Dean had come to be known as a super-shooter and his ability to out-shoot anyone he's ever stood up against had become undisputed.

Even though all the Senior Brothers knew of Dean's reputation, none of them had ever physically measured their distance abilities against his. That was one of the reasons why the Senior Brothers so readily agreed to join our party, to have the empirical data that proved once and for all, in `feet and inches', exactly how their sexual virility and shooting prowess measured up.

Dean only did it for the boasting rights, while the others did it to see where they each stood in relation to their Senior Brother counterparts. The contest would also give the Senior Brothers additional witnesses to corroborate the event, should there ever be a dispute.

Dean, who had gotten his nickname, `Packer', from his ability to fuck his Zombie Crewmates, one after another in rapid succession, was finally about to pop. His alter ego that we had been told about earlier seemed to take over as we all started to associate Dean with his `Packer' nickname now that he'd fucked and finished off Billy, Brad, and Gary before finally blowing his own load. He was truly living up to his reputation with his ability to outlast all the others, going at it relentlessly. All of us were in awe of Dean's stamina and wondered where he was getting all his seemingly endless energy. As we prepared ourselves to witness what was sure to be the grand finale, Dean had successfully elevated his fitting alias to legendary status, right before our eyes.

Having gone all this time without allowing himself to orgasm had built up an amazingly large load of cream in Dean's balls. He was about to explode as his blue balls ached for release. A most impressive display of cum flinging was about to take place that would put everyone else's contribution, thus far, to shame.

Dean's balls appeared to be heavier and more pendulous than before. They were visibly distended from retaining three times the normal amount of sperm at one time. He poised himself at the towel's edge and leisurely stroked himself in confidence, knowing that the smallest effort at this point was all that would be necessary to result in the most earth shattering orgasm a human male can experience without passing out.

Dean's slow stroking slowed even more as his eyes rolled back into his skull. Then he stopped stroking completely as he held his cock in his hand, frozen in place. He tightened his grip around his cock and held his breath as his manhood began to swell up between his fingers. I felt the erotic tension fill the room like static electricity that danced on the surface of my skin. The anticipation grew inside me as I watched Dean make love to his cock. He was caressing it so sensuously, using such tiny little movements that it gave the appearance that his hand and cock were vibrating together. The expectancy that he was going to blow at any second made the hair on the back of my neck stand at attention.

Then, Dean exhaled and groaned an erotic moan as he relaxed his grip, releasing the contents he'd been holding back. His technique was as complex and arousing as a Zombie Blowjob, with the intent of hurling his triple sized cum load into the winner's circle.

We all gasped as we watched Dean's cum load fly right across the contest playing field, dropping right at the opposite edge of the towel, striking a winning blow against all the others so far. When Dean finished milking out his wicked `Packer' load, he fell backwards into Tommy's lap, who had been waiting directly behind him to personally congratulate his Senior Brother.

"We don't even need to measure that," Brad exclaimed. "From edge to edge is seventy-two inches. That's six feet exactly! I think we've got our winner!"

The room courteously applauded Dean's triumph, which didn't come as much of a surprise to the Senior Brothers.

"Hey, hold up," I said. "Not everyone has taken their turn yet. We can't declare a winner until everyone has taken their turn. The contest isn't over. Not yet!"

"What do you mean, not yet?" Dean huffed, sitting up from Tommy's lap and looking over at me.

"Scott hasn't taken his turn yet," I stressed.

I looked over at Scott, who had a strange, almost scared look on his face. Then I looked at Brad, who was sitting across from him, shaking his head and mouthing the word, `no' to him.

Something was going on, but what it was all about, I had no clue.

"Oh, that's right," Manny said. "Scott hasn't gone yet."

"Okay Scott," Tommy said as he pulled Dean back into his lap to calm him down. "You're up!"

Brad looked over at his brother and gave him a harsh look of warning once again.

"I think I'll pass," Scott said, trying to diplomatically bow out of his turn.

"You can't pass," I said. "That will make the whole contest invalid."

"What's the matter, Scott?" Dean insulted. "Are you afraid you can't cum again or something? Let's see what you've got."

"Hey, it almost stopped raining," Brad said, trying to change the subject. "Maybe we should stop now and get back to Gary's house before it starts getting worse."

"What's going on here, Brad?" Billy asked. "You two are hiding something. What is it?"

"Nothing," Scott shyly replied.

"Then take your turn, man," Billy demanded. "Now I'm curious. I want to know what you're hiding. I've got to see you shoot it, now! You have to!"

Scott had been outnumbered now and he reluctantly took his place at the edge of the towel.

Dean relaxed and settled into Tommy's lap, realizing that Scott couldn't possibly pose a threat to his newly established record.

Since Scott had been watching everyone else take their turn, shooting their wad and getting all turned on from displaying their virility and manhood in `feet and inches', he was totally horned, boned and ready to throw it down big time. Plus, getting personally involved by measuring everybody's outcome had made Scott so titillated that his cum load was already poised and teetering on the edge of the boiling point.

Brad gave his brother one last dirty look, trying to drive home his warning. At this point, all Scott could do was, shrug his shoulders and take his turn.

"Little boy Scott, come blow your load," Billy said as he encouraged the contest's, final contestant.

Billy's little comment triggered the room to begin chanting.

"Cum Scott - cum Scott - cum Scott - Cum... Cum Scott - cum Scott - cum Scott - Cum!"

Scott seductively whimpered, took a deep breath and then heaved as his first shot coursed out his cock at high velocity, traveling three quarters of the way across the towel as it defined a perfect arc over the cum zone, perfectly mixing with everyone else's accumulated cum spots. It was impressive all right, but when Scott blasted his second shot, it was all over. It curved all the way across the towel, past Dean's best score and traveled an additional six inches beyond the towel boundary, gracefully floating through the air like a slow motion ballet, executed with perfect precision. It astounded everyone as it came to rest on Scott's sleeping bag beyond, pooling into a small puddle there on its surface, shimmering and proudly glistening as it mocked everyone else's achievement.

Now, it had been brought out into the open, just exactly what Scott and his brother Brad were trying to hide from their Senior Brothers. There was nothing Scott could do, once he got started. Being the last player to take his turn made Scott so horny and on the edge that he could not even will himself to compromise his execution. Scott continued stroking himself until he had discharged the remaining two or three volleys of watery cum, tossing and pitching it at varying distances before finally running out of ammo and milking himself completely dry.

The room went silent for a second as the implications of what Scott had just done, sank in. The earlier look of fear returned to Scott's face as he realized he had done exactly what Brad had tried so desperately to avoid. Then, unexpectedly, the room curtly applauded for Scott as he turned red from the embarrassment of having stolen Dean's thunder, while at the same time, making everyone else feel inadequate. Once Scott's forced applause stopped, the room went deathly quiet. Scott now understood why his brother Brad had been dreading this moment so much.

"Fuck!" Billy exclaimed, looking over at Dean. "The little dude just smoked your ass, man!"

Brad had known about his little brother's `super shooting' ability for a couple of weeks now and tried to hide it from his Senior Brothers. He knew that it would be a psychological blow to Dean's ego if he were to find out that his little brother could outshoot him in a cum contest. The fact that a lowly Junior Brother member was able to out-shoot all the members of Gary's Zombie Crew didn't sit well with any of them. Brad had hoped that he could get Scott to slip by, unnoticed, leaving Dean to win the contest. We all looked at Dean as each one of us prepared to rib him with good natured insults. But, as we each saw Dean's expression, we could see that he was quite devastated, so we all decided to keep our comments to ourselves, for the time being at least.

"So, Scott. What's your score dude?" I asked, trying to alleviate the awkward tension by giving him something to do.

Scott and Brad got together and measured the score. Scott held the tip of the measuring tape at the edge of the towel, right where he was still kneeling, and handed Brad the other end. Brad then extended the tape to the opposite edge of the towel and beyond, where Scott's pearly white evidence still pooled, gloatingly at the foot of Scott's sleeping bag.

"Seventy-eight inches," Brad reported.

"`Six feet, six inches'," Scott inwardly bragged with a smile. "Does that mean I won?"

"You're the one who has been keeping score, dude," I said. "You should know!"

Scott acted humble and modest on the outside while he bubbled over with pride on the inside. He could hardly believe that he had just `out-shot' the best of his Senior Brothers.

Scott definitely out-shot everyone in the room when he took his turn. Scott may not have been so sure he would, but his brother Brad had absolutely no doubt. Try as they did, they both turned out to be powerless to prevent the inevitable slaughter. Scott had been exhibiting his newly acquired shooting skills over the past couple of weeks with Brad as his witness and Brad failed to come up with a solution that would spare everyone's feelings. How Dean was going to deal with the fact that he'd now been dropped to second place by a fourteen year old kid, was yet to be seen.

"Well, I guess you officially won, Scott," Dean coldly congratulated as he almost swallowed his own words trying to force a smile. "You were awesome!"

"Thanks Dean," Scott innocently accepted. "What do I get?"

"You get a group blowjob, from all of us," I quickly explained before anyone had a chance to say something rude. "The guys with the highest scores do the massaging, and the guys with the lowest scores do the sucking. Let me see the score sheet."

Scott handed me the score sheet and I looked it over.

I removed the cum covered contest towel from the middle of the floor and replaced it with Scott's sleeping bag. I used the contest towel to clean up Scott's thick cum pool that he had shot his winning load on top of, and then opened it up on the floor to accommodate everyone. Then, I assigned each person a different task according to their contest score, breaking it down in a way that made it fair for everyone involved.

"Scott," I said as I organized his reward. "You lay down here, in the middle, face up. Dean, you had the next highest score of seventy-two inches. You sit over here at Scott's head, and massage his neck and shoulders. Gary, you had the next highest score of sixty-nine inches. You massage his chest and arms. Billy and Brad, you guys tied at sixty-two inches, you massage Scott's hips and thighs. Billy, you do the left side, and Brad, you do the right. I got forty-seven inches, so I'll do Scott's calves and feet. That leaves two positions left. Manny, with forty-three inches, gets to suck and play with Scott's balls and Tommy, with forty-one inches, gets to suck cock!"

Tommy gave me a cold stare, but then realized it was just the way it all played out and he graciously accepted his role.

Now that everyone was in place, we began to give Scott his prize. Scott was quite speechless at first. He was being overwhelmed with the sensual attentions of his seven friends, all giving him their undivided attention, all at the same time. The feeling of affection that was coming from having every inch of his body stimulated simultaneously sent a flood of sensations to Scott's brain that caused him to start laughing as if he were being tickled by fourteen hands, seventy fingers, two mouths and two tongues.

Soon, Scott's laughter became infectious and everyone started laughing and giggling together. Since Scott was already laughing anyway, it escalated to the point where everyone stopped massaging Scott and began outright tickling him instead. He kicked, and squealed, and squirmed, and jumped so hard, he experienced a genuine laughing orgasm.

Tommy's laughter caused him to pull away from Scott's cock momentarily, to catch his breath. Right at that moment, Scott started shooting his load uncontrollably. Scott's prize winning load began flying in every direction, fueling everyone to laugh and scream even harder. As Scott pumped more and more of his load into the middle of the room, he began nailing his friends with his hot splashes of young cum cream, raining down on everyone as they sat, surrounding Scott and his human cum machine. No one was spared. Everyone had gotten at least a little bit of Scott's cum on them. Once Scott's load ran dry, everyone stopped their tickling and tried to settle down.

Suddenly, a firm knocking at the door shattered everyone's reverie. Scott, who had been laughing out of control just a few seconds earlier, quickly pulled himself together. Then, in a calm and controlled voice, answered the knock.

"Yeah," Scott replied.

"Scott! You guys are getting pretty loud in there," rang the voice of Scott and Brad's mother, Mrs. Dover. "Your father and I are trying to get some sleep. I'm glad you all are having so much fun in there, but it's getting pretty late now. I want you to turn out the lights and go to bed now, you hear me?"

"Yes Mom!" Scott answered. "We will! Sorry!"

Everyone was frozen in place, not knowing what to do. I was praying that Mrs. Dover would be as conscientious as she was the last time, and not come barging in. The Junior Brothers just held their breath and waited, but the Senior Brothers weren't here the last time and were panicking that they were going to be caught naked, cum drenched and hovering over her son's naked body. As they contemplated the horror of Mrs. Dover bursting in, they remained petrified as their hearts raced and their eyes fixated on the doorknob, willing it to remain closed.

After a minute or so of silence, hearing nothing but the gentle pitter-patter of rain on the roof, the tension in the room slowly eased up, realizing the danger had passed. It was like an orchestra of silent crickets that were waiting for it to become safe once again so they could resume their prolific chirping.

"I really think we should go now," Brad suggested. "It almost stopped raining and we should be getting back."

"No, don't go yet," Tommy said.

"Yeah," Manny said. "I feel I can still go one more round. What about you?"

"Hey, we still haven't done our `cum contest' yet," I reminded everyone.

"Look Glenn," Gary said to me. "Brad was right. We have to get back to my house now. We all have basketball practice in the morning and we need to get some sleep. You said `The person with the highest number at the end of the night, wins'. Well, it's the end of the night for us, so let's just count up how many times we've each cum so far, and then call it a night."

"All right, let's do it," I proposed.

"I've cum twice tonight," Gary said, starting off the count like a schoolroom roll call. "Billy?"

"I've cum twice too," Billy added. "Dean?"

"I've cum twice," Dean said. "Brad?"

"I've cum three times," Brad replied. "Manny?"

"Three for me," Manny chirped. "Glenn?"

"Three for me as well," I stated. "Tommy?"

"Me? Three!" Tommy said. "Scott?"

"Does my prize orgasm count?" Scott asked.

"Yeah, absolutely," I answered.

"Then, four for me," Scott said, sitting up on his elbows and grinning. "Do I get another prize?" Maybe another seven man blowjob, just like that last one?"

"I have a better idea," Gary said. "Since we have to go now, we'll have Jake give you one free Zombie Blowjob whenever you want it. Just let us know when and where. Jake owes us a favor, big time, and it's time we collected on it."

"Do you mean Jake Preston, the video store guy?" Scott asked. "He's pretty cool. Does he know how to give a Zombie Blowjob?"

"Oh, hell yeah," Gary grinned. "I taught him myself!"

"No shit?" Scott exclaimed. "Just exactly how many people have you taught the Zombie Blowjob secret to anyway?"

"Enough to put half the city in a Zombie coma and begin a modern day Zombie Apocalypse," Gary whispered.

The Senior Brothers stayed poised and quietly still, but the Junior Brothers looked like they were about to freak out. Since I was the biggest Zombie fan in the room, I became quite titillated to think that I could be part of such an insidious plot to take over the city, one cock at a time.

Then the Senior Brothers all started laughing.

"You guys are so easy," Gary giggled.

We had just been duped all right, but I knew there was some truth in Gary's jest. I figured that, sooner or later, we were going come across several others like ourselves who had obtained the Zombie Blowjob secret in one way or another. I was just glad that my Junior Brothers and I were now part of that group and our Zombie sphere of influence was just beginning to open up for us.

We all hugged each other as we said our goodbyes. Dean made peace with Scott, realizing there was no malice in what Scott had done and congratulated him with a bit more sincerity this time. We had forged a brand new bond with our Senior Brothers and they, in turn, now had a deeper appreciation for us as well.

By the time Gary's Crew had gotten dressed and ready to leave, the rain had completely stopped. Without voicing so, we all thanked God for the storm and the role it played in saving our lives. It had more than served its miraculous purpose as a virtual paranormal presence, being an essential part of the ritual with its living, breathing essence, literally coming to our rescue where we otherwise may have perished.

Since Brad was going with the other Senior Brothers, he escorted Gary's Zombie Crew out the front and locked up behind him, leaving Scott, Manny, Tommy and I, on our own. None of us had anything important going on in the morning and Manny wasn't really ready to wind down yet, and his enthusiasm was becoming infectious.

"Okay, they're gone," Manny sighed. "So, what do you guys want to do now?"

"Well, Scott promised his mother that we would turn out the lights and go to bed," Tommy said.

"We should do that," I said.

"Yeah, but I'm not sleepy, and I'm still as horny as hell," Manny confessed.

"Okay, here's what we'll do," Scott suggested. "We could connect our sleeping bags together into one big bed. Then I'll turn out the lights and we can all slip into bed together."

"Okay, but, like I said, I'm not sleepy, and I'm still as horny as hell," Manny repeated himself.

"Mom said, `Turn out the lights and go to bed'," Scott explained. "She didn't say anything about having to go to sleep. Once we turn out the lights and crawl into bed together, we will have done everything she asked. Then, we could do what ever we want. We just have to be quiet about it."

"All right, let's do it," Tommy said.

We all unzipped our sleeping bags and worked together to unite them into one extra large sleeping bag. Scott turned off the lights and then, we all slipped into our jumbo bed together. Immediately, I began to feel the warmth of our four bodies as we snuggled together.

"This is nice," I said as I settled in between Scott and Tommy, feeling very comfortable having my friends around me, all naked and in bed together.

"What are you doing Glenn?" Scott asked as I reached down and fondled Scott's package.

"I just wanted to know what the cock and balls of the winning contestant felt like," I said. "Did you see the look on Dean's face when you flung your cum all the way across the room? He looked like you had taken away his masculinity. It was so awesome, dude."

"When did you become such a super-shooter?" Tommy wondered. "I don't remember you shooting your load like that when we were here the last time."

"Well, don't tell anybody else," Scott recalled. "But, a couple of weeks ago, Brad and I were messing around and having some fun, jacking each other off and stuff when it happened the first time. He was starting to make me cum, but I didn't want to cum yet. So, I pulled back as hard as I could, thinking I could stop myself from cumming and make it last longer. Well, Brad kept jacking me and my sperm kept pushing, trying to come out stronger and stronger, until I realized there was no way I was going to hold it back any longer. When that happened, I stopped trying to hold it back, and I just let it fly, all at once. It felt like I had let go of a slingshot, and it came rushing out so hard and fast that it even hurt a little bit when it came busting out of my cock."

"No shit," Tommy said. "That's all it was?"

"Yep," Scott replied. "Ever since then, I've been practicing it, and I've been getting better at it too."

"That's so hot, Scott," Manny said. "I'm gonna try it right now!"

"Me too," Tommy said.

"Let's all try it," I suggested. "Maybe all four of us can learn to out-shoot Dean the next time we get together with those guys."

"That would be way cool," Scott said. "For us, that is. Not for our Senior Brothers!"

We all laughed quietly at that and then began our cum-shooting experiment as we grabbed each other's cocks and stroked away.

It felt so good to be naked and warm under the covers, stroking my friends while they stroked me. Still horny and fueled by the recent memories of our Zombie revenge game, our Zombie Blowjob training and our extraordinary shooting contest, we were already starting to feel ourselves climb to the heavens. The temperature began to rise under the covers as we all got hot all over again. Scott pulled down the covers past our knees to keep us all from overheating. We all laid flat on our backs as we prepared to test Scott's super-shooting technique for ourselves for the first time. As the four of us started getting close, we each took control of our cocks back into our own hands, as we each knew best how to manipulate ourselves for the best possible results.

"I'm getting close," Manny said, being the first to announce his inevitable climax.

"I'm getting close too," Scott declared.

"Oh my god, I'm starting to cum now," Tommy proclaimed.

"You guys are gonna make me cum," I stated.

Four hands were furiously flapping four cocks as I waited to see who was going to pop first. As I held myself back with my groin muscles, I expected to see someone's cream start to fly, but no one did.

"Hey Manny, I thought you would have busted your nut by now," I said, not allowing myself to lose my own concentration.

"I'm... still... holding... it... back...!" Manny huffed between breathes as he continued to stroke himself steadily, all while battling to control his escalating pressure.

I, myself, was beginning to notice just how different the feel of my orgasm was as I purposely began to pullback and prevent my sperm from just pumping itself out normally. As the pressure started building behind my balls, the feeling of being on the edge of an atomic orgasm began to intensify. Normally, I would have spewed my load already, but I continued to hold back like the other guys were doing, while I maintained a strong steady stroke. After several more seconds of that, I began to falter as I asked myself how the other guys were holding it back so long. I was about to let go as my patience and willpower quickly faded.

Then, Manny let out a gasp as he let go of his hold and permitted his blocked ejaculation to release with escape velocity. As his cream raced out his small piss slit, Manny let out a muted cry. His white colored semen was easily visible in the dark and we all watched it travel straight up, clearly doubling the distance he had shot during our cum contest. When it traversed its total distance, it simply fell back down onto his belly button in a pool of creamy pride.

Manny's breakthrough was breathtaking, which made me double my efforts to be able to do the same myself. Just the thought of being able to accomplish half the results that Manny had just displayed, made my cock surge and my semen attempt to override my weakening control.

As Manny's load came to an end, Tommy voiced a similar kind of gasp as he let his jizz load jump. He too squealed from a twinge of pain as his cumload bounded past his slit and into the air with the force of a pressure hose. His creamy load rose toward the center of the room and then arced back down, landing on his left shoulder, right next to mine. I was falling more and more in love with Tommy as he continued to surprise me at every turn. His cumload came in last place in the contest, but now, my lover was shooting like a porn star.

I wasn't sure how everyone knew when the right time to let go was, but when it happened to me, there was no longer any question. When my muscles gripped its last contraction and I tried to hold it back with all my might, I felt a tiny little bit of semen slip by. That's when I knew I had to let go. I too released an unintended gasp as the muscles in my groin tightened and squeezed so hard, it launched my load out my cock like a rocket. It surged out of me so hard it hurt, making me yelp out in pain. I watched my offering jet through the air, straight up in three quick pulses before splashing down and coming to rest on my chest.

Scott was the last to let his cumload soar. He gasped and moaned for a moment. We expected to see him fire away, but he didn't. Scott had released his groin muscles, but he started squeezing his cock closed, making even more pressure build to critical mass. When he released the hold on his cock, he also pushed out from the inside. He howled in pain as one long, unbroken rope of cum went sailing through the air so high, I thought it was going to hit the ceiling. Scott still lasted longer, and shot it farther than the rest of us had, but of course, he'd been practicing his technique for a couple of weeks now.

"Did you do something extra this time, Scott?" Manny asked.

"Yeah, I saw you gripping your cock real hard just before you shot it," Tommy noticed.

"You didn't do that when you won the contest," I added. "I was watching."

"I wasn't trying to win the contest," Scott confessed. "It just happened. I could have shot it even farther if I wanted to. The thing is, the harder I try to make it shoot, the more it hurts. When all that cum comes flying out your cock, with that much pressure behind it, it really hurts! Unless you're trying to impress someone, I don't recommend you do it all the time."

We all felt the brief pinch of pain that Scott was referring to, and agreed to heed his advice, limiting our use to special occasions only. Even so, it was nice to add Scott's little secret to the list of things we had learned throughout the night. Tommy and I were going to have lots of fun, keeping ourselves busy with what we learned and if I'm right, there was still a whole lot of things yet to learn from our Senior Brothers. For now, we were four, very happy, very satisfied and very tired boys. We didn't even have time to clean up before falling fast asleep, side by side with the best of all possible friends in the world.

Epilogue

Over the next year and a half, the Junior and Senior Brothers became one united `Zombie Blowjob Brotherhood'. Will Hanson, who became Brother Billy, moved away and founded his own Zombie Blowjob Brotherhood in his new area. Jake Preston, the video store clerk, earned his place as Billy's replacement. We held twelve more Zombie orgies during that time until our parent's started getting suspicious that eight teen boys our age were still doing sleepovers.

A year later, Tommy and I, teamed up to indoctrinate a whole new wave of younger brothers into the Zombie Blowjob Brotherhood, a tradition that we still honor to this day.

When Tommy and I went to college, we founded a new fraternity called `The Zombie House' where Zombie Blowjobs were taught, performed and enjoyed throughout the facility, twenty-four hours a day, in a completely open atmosphere. Tommy and I enlisted Gary's Crew to become the guru's of Zombie House where they taught special training sessions for advanced Zombie Blowjob credits to certify future Zombie Trainers.

The demand to take Zombie Blowjob Training classes grew exponentially, and soon, Gary's prophecy that a Zombie Blowjob Apocalypse would take over the city, became a total reality. Tommy and I surrounded ourselves with the most accomplished and talented Zombie Blowjob Masters in the world, and from that day on, we got only the best of all possible Zombie Blowjobs to keep us happy. Even with the best of the best at our disposal, it turned out that Tommy and I preferred each other above all else. Life was happiness, indeed!

End of chapter #11

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