He'll wait a little

"Third!" Ethan called.

Not wanting to be last, Cedric quickly called, "Fourth!"

"Fifth!" said Ivan.

"Right, so I'm last," Keith said. "Same rules as always, next person comes up with the dare?"

Murmurs of assent came from the assembled boys.

"Alright, Adrian..." George muttered. "I know. See that headstone over there? Run over and give it a slap. If we can't hear the slap, it doesn't count."

"Hah, that's pretty tame." Adrian loped over and hit the headstone, and the resultant smack echoed throughout the graveyard. No sooner had he done it than an unreasonably chilly gust of wind raced through the clearing the boys sat in. Cedric shivered, but quickly thought of a dare he wanted George to perform.

"That was weird and kinda creepy," said Ivan. "Maybe we should just..."

His words fell on deaf ears. "Right, George," Cedric said. "Get a stick and stab it into that grave over there - wherever you think that guy's crotch would be."

George selected a forked branch, giggling nervously. "I know we agreed to do this, but something about all this just feels kind of... wrong."

"Sacrilegious is probably the word you're looking for," Ivan said darkly. "I'm starting to regret this."

"You're free to chicken out," shot Ethan. "You know the consequences."

As George quickly pushed the branch into the ground, the air turned even colder. Overhead, the stars were quickly obscured by approaching clouds, and an oppressive hush came over the graveyard. George quickly hurried back to the group, throwing anxious glances over his shoulder and whispering something under his breath.

"Honestly?" Ivan replied, unnerved. "I think I will. This is getting a little too freaky." He got up. A tree swayed ominously overhead.

"He's right, you know," Keith said, following suit. "I don't really think I want to go through with this, either."

"Pussies."

"Is it worth disturbing the peace of the dead just for a stupid dare?"

"Don't be silly, ghosts aren't real. You think some scary apparition's going to pop out of the grave to haunt you?" Ethan snorted. "There's nothing to be afraid of. I'll prove it. I'll even one-up whatever dare you can think of."

"Really?" Cedric asked. Ethan was his best friend, but if he was so cocksure, Cedric was sure he could think of something difficult.

"Sure. Hit me with your best."

"Okay, then. Since you're so sure... teabag one of the headstones."

"Now that's just rude. C'mon, Keith, let's get out of here," Ivan muttered. The two turned to leave.

"Is that all? That's easy stuff. Want me to do anything else while at it? Jump on the grave as well? Piss on it?"

Cedric sighed. "If you're so keen to prove how brave you are, then sure, go right ahead."

"You gotta do as much as I do, then, otherwise our bet's off."

"Bet? What bet?" George asked, puzzled.

"I only decided to come along because Ethan bribed me with the newest CoD game if I outlasted him tonight. I wouldn't even have bothered otherwise. After you," Cedric said, gesturing at a headstone.

Ethan lowered his shorts. "Watch me."

But no sooner had Ethan's balls made contact with the headstone than the sky flashed a brilliant white and roared its displeasure for the world to hear. The clouds above simultaneously decided to release their payloads, showering them all with icy water.

"Run!" several of them yelled. Cedric didn't hesitate; he quickly took off back in the direction of the wrought-iron gate that marked the entrance to the graveyard, Ethan hiked his shorts and boxers back up and raced after them.

The storm bore down upon the six of them fiercely! Huge droplets of water pelted them relentlessly as they retreated, and the wind blew from behind as if chasing them from the premises. Even the foliage was against them, as the trees shoved their branches into the boys' path.

"Help!" Ethan hollered. Cedric turned, and saw that Ethan was wrestling with a long, slender, vine-like branch that had caught upon his tee. The branch was covered in minuscule, thornlike growths that gripped the cotton ferociously, clinging onto it for dear life. Cedric hurried over to help Ethan, but the tee and the branch were inseparable.

"AH!" Cedric yelled, as something whipped him across the back of his shoulders. He whirled around, coming face to face with a branch that looked exactly like the one that had trapped Ethan's tee... but to his surprise, his own was still free.

"I can't... get it... loose!" Ethan shouted in frustration, his focus only on trying to untangle his tee.

"Ditch the shirt!" Cedric shouted, over the rumble of the storm. Ethan hastily peeled off his top, and Cedric and Ethan soon resumed their escape. But before long, Cedric heard Ethan shout, and looked around to find that Ethan had fallen behind again.

"FUCK!" Ethan was frantic, a similar plant now grabbing onto his shorts and refusing to let go. "What the hell is this?!"

The wind was coming in sharp gusts now, and the sound of thunder crashed against their eardrums, getting louder by the minute. Ethan and Cedric tangled with the plant for a few seconds, but their efforts were futile - the plant's grip on Ethan's clothes was far more powerful than the strongest Velcro Cedric had ever experienced.

"COME ON!" Cedric insisted. "Get 'em off and go!"

Of course, with the way things were going, Cedric was unsurprised when less than half a minute later, he found Ethan fighting the greenery for possession of his boxers.

"What the fuck?! How come it didn't get you?!"

Cedric had noticed the same thing, but he had absolutely no idea what could've caused it, and anyway, there was no time to think about such matters. The rain was torrential and the path below them had started to pond with muddy water. Cedric wanted to get the fuck out of there NOW. "Figure that out later; RUN or I'm leaving you behind!"

"Easy for you to say!" Ethan said, before hopping out of his clothing-turned-restraints.

"There's nothing you have I haven't seen! COME ON, the gate's right ahead!"

Together, the two boys charged right through the open gate. Cedric stumbled as he passed the gates to the graveyard and Ethan tripped over him; they landed in a painful tangle of arms and legs. Cedric howled in pain; Ethan's elbow had somehow managed to land right on his family jewels. Ethan hurriedly removed his elbow and rolled off Cedric, muttering apologies all the way.

To their astonishment, once over the threshold of the cemetery, they found that the storm quickly abated. The rain immediately lightened to a gentle shower before becoming a light drizzle, and the wind, too, no longer howled after them. Within seconds, the clouds had disappeared, and the stars finally reemerged.

"What the fuck?!" Ethan stared at Cedric, bewildered and slightly frightened by the drastic change in the weather. Thoughts of freakish weather patterns, however, were the last thing Cedric was worried about as he clutched his groin and groaned.

Just then, a beam of brilliant light blinded them, and they heard Ivan's clear tenor exclaim, "What the fuck are you guys doing?!"

"And why is Ethan naked?!" Keith's voice joined in.

"TURN THAT FUCKING LIGHT OFF!" Ethan bellowed, his hands immediately shooting to his privates.

The light dimmed before returning the carpark to its natural darkness. Ivan stepped out of the car, quickly followed by George. Adrian and Keith exited their car, too, its purpose as a shelter from the storm now served. Ethan glanced up and, to his horror and embarrassment, quickly noticed that everyone else was still completely clothed.

"How did ALL of you manage to avoid the stupid plant that was stealing my clothes?!"

"Trees can't steal clothes, what on earth are you on about?" George asked.

"When we were escaping from the storm, there were tree branches that got in the way, and my clothes got stuck to them like glue. Except it was about a million times stronger!"

"Nope," George said, popping the 'p'. "The trees weren't as keen to get into our pants."

"Cedric doesn't seem to have run into that problem?" Adrian asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Don't look at me, I'm just as puzzled as you are," he said weakly, still on the ground.

"Maybe you pissed off whoever was in that grave."

"Don't be silly," Ethan insisted. "Ghosts aren't real. It's just a coincidence."

"Certainly would explain things, though," Ivan said. "You pissed it off, it got its ****. Better come up with something to appease it."

"Now you're just being ridiculous. Cedric was the one who came up with the dare, anyway."

"You were the one who actually did it."

"Okay," Adrian cut in, "arguing about it right now definitely certainly isn't going to solve anything. It's really late, I'm wet, I'm tired, and we should all probably be heading home soon. Figure out this mystery later."

"I second that," Keith said, yawning. "Let's go." Him, Ivan, and George quickly piled back into their car and left.

"Wait, how's Ethan going back?" Adrian asked.

"He rooms with me," Cedric said, finally getting up. "He'll be fine."

"Cedric, you... uh... got any spare clothes?"

"Not in the car. Plus, nothing I wear is going to fit you, anyway."

"... I should've thought about that before the other three left."

"It's fine, I can just run in and grab some for you after I park," Cedric said, opening his door. "C'mon."

"Eh, can't do much better than that, I suppose," Ethan said as he got into the car, still shielding his privates.

An hour later, the two boys found themselves back in the safety of their dorm room, cleaned up and preparing to sleep. Naturally, the conversation turned towards the events of the past 2 hours.

"Whatever happened back that that graveyard was kind of weird."

"I know," Ethan said, sweeping his fringe out of his eyes. "The sudden storm... the Velcro plants... thank goodness I'd left my stuff in Adrian's car and remembered to grab my handphone out of my pants... though who knows if it'll ever work again."

"Not keen to go back anytime soon?" teased Cedric. "Did you leave your balls behind on that headstone?"

"Fuck off."

"Someone's scared of ghosts now?"

"No way. It was just a bunch of weird coincidences. I'm not as kooky as Ivan." Ethan shuddered and slapped the back of his neck. "Did we forget to close the windows?"

"Nah, they're shut, all right," Cedric said, checking. "What's up?"

"Just felt like something cold blew at the back of my neck."

"I think the graveyard's got you spooked."

"Whatever. Let's just sleep."

"Sure. Night."

Just three hours later, Cedric was rudely awoken by the sun, its rays rudely assaulting his eyes.

Of course I fucking forgot to draw the blinds last night. Ethan would be dying of laughter if he knew.

Annoyed, Cedric glanced over at Ethan's bed, which was comfortably out of the morning sunbeam's line of fire. What he saw startled him.

Ethan was... still sleeping? At least, he appeared to be.

But he was naked.

Naked and erect.

Naked, erect, and making the most needy moaning sounds he had ever heard.

What the fuck?! Utterly confused and slightly aroused, Cedric stumbled off the bed to take a closer look.

Cedric had always found Ethan's body a sight to behold. Cedric himself was rather small and wiry (some might have uncharitably called him 'skinny'). Ethan, on the other hand, was six feet tall, had firm arms and pecs, abs that looked like they had been sculpted from marble, and legs that could squat over three times Cedric's weight. He wasn't ripped, but had a nice, lean physique (complete with merman lines!). He had the body Cedric wished he had, but unfortunately, and through no fault of his own, Cedric's own body just refused to develop that way. Cedric was a little envious of Ethan, understandably.

Cedric gazed, transfixed, as Ethan thrust his hips into the air, his six inch long cock standing proud and upright, his balls held tight against his body as he moaned. Cedric had never before gotten the opportunity to just.... sit there and enjoy the view. He had no idea what was going on here - this probably wasn't some sort of supercharged wet dream - but it was beautiful, entrancing, and utterly hypnotic.

Cedric hadn't quite found himself yet, but he knew he wasn't straight, and he knew Ethan had no problem with that. What he didn't know was whether Ethan would mind if he just... reached out and felt those strong, solid muscles, or massaged those small, hard nipples, or maybe even gave him a hand...