Date: Sun, 25 Jan 1998 22:07:06 EST
From: Wilson583 <Wilson583@aol.com>
Subject: a different drummer

                               DRUMMER BOY
                                        by joe wilson

"I don't care what you say or what you think," she said in a loud and firm
voice.  "Look outside.  Just look.  It's all foggy and wet.  Cold even,
and if you're going to play that drum at the graduation, you're going to
wear your pajamas under that uniform.  I don't want you starting summer
with a cold."

My mother was always testing control.  Making me do things I didn't want
to do.  But I gave in and left my PJ's on.  I put my uniform over them.
Unfortunately, they were pink; my uniform was dark blue.

I was a member of the school drum corps and we were playing at the June
commencement.  I was graduating.  The beginning of a new life.  And as
it turned out, it really was a beginning.  A fork in the road, and I
took the left path.

The graduating class at St Johns' Preparatory Academy was the largest
since the school was opened in 1904, or some such far off year.  Yet it
comprised only forty six students.  We all knew each other well, for we
had been together for four long hateful years.  The worst years of my
life,  And I was glad that I was finally leaving my 'friends'.

I was the class sissy, the butt of jokes and taunts and frequent hazing,
protected only by Danny Tobin, the sole friend and companion I had.
No, I wouldn't miss the class of 1995.  Nor would I return to the scene
of misery.  This was really a new beginning.


Mother was right.  It was damp and cold, and the ceremony was overlong
with boring speeches.  I did get called up to the stage to receive a
certificate of scholarship, but that only made the gap between me and
the other students grow wider.

So we played our snare drums and sounded the bugles, and the ceremony
finally was over amid shouts of relief and joy.  Danny and I turned away
toward the gate leading out of the football field, when there was a shout.

"Where's the sissy?"

"Yeah.  Where's Jody Wilson?"

"Hey, shit man, look!"

"What?"

"Shit look.  Can't you see?  He's got something hanging out of his pants."

"His cock?"

"Shit!  I don't think he got a cock.  You ever see it?"

"I think it's his pajamas."

"Look!  The fuckers're pink."

"Christ, she's too much, isn't she?"

"Well shit man!  Are we just going to let him walk out of here?"

"Yah! Yah!  The fairy's got pink jammies."

With a sudden commotion of rush and noise and cruel taunts, I was
surrounded.

"Leave him alone."  I heard Danny say.  "He's not hurting you, so leave
him alone."

"Yah! Yah! Yah!  Let's see what he's got under his pants."

"Yeah, let's do it.  I always wondered if the sissy boy got a cock or not."

"Yah! Yah! Yah!"

And in one incredible motion, I felt the impact of arms and legs assailing
me.  I fell down to the ground.  Someone pulled off my shoes.  Many fingers
unbuttoned the blue tunic of the uniform.  My belt was loosened, and my pants
were pulled off.  I lay on the ground. covered only by my pajamas.  I was
afraid, and I lost control, urinating into the bottoms of them.

"Shit!  The cocksucker pissed in his pants."

"Let's see the rest of sissy boy.  He wouldn't take a shower with us.
Yah!  Afraid to show himself.  I want to see him naked.  Yah!"  And fighting
hands pulled off what remained, and I lay on my back, naked and vulnerable.

They stepped away so they could see me, looking at me bare-ass in the dirt.
They gaped and jeered.  They howled.  My cock was erect, sticking up out of
the silky hair that surrounded it.  And as they watched, the gobs of white
sperm spurted into the air and fell on my chest, and even my face.  It was
then that they turned away.  They were silent in their sudden realization
of what they had done to me, and one by one they walked away.  Only Danny
remained.  He knelt beside me and kissed me lightly on the lips, until
the throbbing climax subsided with a shudder of exquisite pleasure.

He dressed me and led me home.  Without a word or invitation, he followed
me upstairs to my room.  Fully clothed, we lay together on the bed, our
arms and legs entangled, and I hid my shame in the veil of sleep.


It was dark when I awakened.  Somehow, we slept the afternoon and evening
away.  I sensed Dannys' presence lying beside me on the other side of
the bed.

"You awake?"  He asked with a hoarse whisper.

"Yes Danny, I'm awake."  I thought of what had happened.  A load of guilt
and shame hung heavy in clouded thoughts.  Why did I blame myself for what
others did to me?  Was it my fault that made them do it?  Because I'm, not
like them?  Because I'm a sissy?  Out loud I said "Sissy!"

Danny put his hand on my shoulder.  Don't.  Don't torture yourself.
Every one of them, alone, by himself, is a nice guy.  Okay?  But put them all
together and they become something else.  It was a bad thing to have happen
Jody, but it's done and over with now.  You got to forget it."

"You don't understand, Danny.  I like it.  I LOVED it.  Looking at them
staring at me.  At me naked.  My cock got hard, harder'n ever.  Did you
look at me, Danny?  Did you see my hard-on?  Didn't it excite you when I
creamed?  The cum went everywhere.  Jesus, Danny!  It felt so great."

Finally Danny broke the silence that followed my outburst.  I had to strain
to hear what he said for he spoke so quietly.  "Yes, I looked Jody."  He
was quiet a moment, and then he added, "You know what, Jody?  I got hard too.
I came too, in my pants.  You didn't know that, did you?"

It took a long time to assimilate what he said, to understand what he was
telling me, but in the darkness his hand found my thigh.  I could feel
the warmth of it, the gentle pressure of a squeeze, the gliding fingers
slipping up to my cock, and when he finally reached it, I was hard again.
Somehow, in the hidden reaches of my mind, I knew what he wanted, and
somehow, I knew I wanted it too.  I reached to him and released his
zipper.  My fingers touched the fabric of his shorts and felt the solid
cock underneath.

"Ah Jody!  I've wanted this for so long a time," he said.  He slipped off
the bed and I could hear the rustle of his clothes as he took them off.
Somehow I wriggled out of mine.  We were naked, and we held onto each other.
Our lips, soft and moist, came together in an open kiss.

"Aaaaaaaah"   The sense of contact was wonderful.  A flush of security and
horny need took over.  "Don't stop.  Please don't pull away."

"I have to, Jody, to do what I want to do.  What I've wanted to do for so
long."  His lips drew away from mine and traced a cool stream of saliva
along the side of my neck to where the shoulder meets.  Then down to the
armpit and over to the nipple.

He sucked the swollen berry into his mouth.  First one, then the other
then back to the first again.  The nibbling sent waves of pleasure to my
loins.  It was something I had never considered or thought about.

The wet trail traced to the belly button, his chin touching my soaring
cock, stretching itself so hard, trying to escape its' own elastic skin.
I raised my hips off the mattress, rubbing the tip of my cock against the
silken flesh of his throat as he kissed and probed his tongue into my
navel.  And then down he went, below the cock, to the balls, velvet
shriveled skin lightly dusted with fine hair.  He kissed them.  Suckled
them into his mouth.  I was building a need, my whole body trembling in
this new-found pleasure,

Slipping up the shaft, his lips somehow enfolded themselves over the knob.
Down he came upon it.  The tip so sensitive to exquisite pleasure,
going deeper and deeper into the warm, wet reaches of his throat.  The
sensation was full of wonder, almost painful, acute and piercing as it
surged up my spine and spread everywhere inside me.

I was crying now.  Moans and groans were inadequate to express my surrender.
My stomach quivered with each suck, each bob of the head, the touch of
fingers on my asshole.  And then it began.  Deep in my balls.  Surging
upward though the swollen tube.   Ah God!  The wonder of it as the cum
shot out of my cock in pulsating spurts until I could stand it no longer.
With my hands on his head, I pulled him away.

We lay still for a long time, each of us afraid to break the spell.
Our fingers, tightly laced together, held us there upon the bed
fearful that the moment of love that had sparked between us so
suddenly and with such force, would disappear, like the crash of a symbol
or a puff of smoke.  What did he do to me, I wondered?  Is a part of me
inside him now?  He must love me, to give me so much of himself.

He stirred and moved, the mattress shaking gently, and I felt his leg
encircle mine, his swollen cock against my thigh as he pushed his hips,
causing a friction.  His arms pulled me tightly to him.  The touch of his
silken skin excited me once more.  He stretched his body over mine.  Our
cocks rubbed together now, feet leveraged, gave impetus to the insistent
grinding of hips against hips.  And his lips found mine, open and juicy.
He snaked his tongue inside.  His arms imprisoned me.

Responding to his demands, I pushed my body up and forward, and we humped
together. Two animals in heat. Again, cum splashed, mixing loves fluids
in the cave-pocket of our heated loins.  Weakened with repeated pleasure
I slipped into a dreamless sleep.  Sated, but wanting, needing, demanding
more of what only he could give me.

When we awoke, who knows when, in this enchanted night, I became the
aggressor, for I needed to take and active part in this discovery of love.
We must have slept a long time, for the moon was high, lighting the room
in a mystical way, shining on the ivory skin we hid from the world.

He lay on his side.  His eyes were open, looking at me.  Smiling, almost
laughing in victory for he knew I was his now.  I stretched my arms out to
him.  My fingers encircled his hard cock.  Bending over, I kissed the loose
skin that enfolded over the tip of it. and I slipped it down over the
smooth knob exposing the slit,  I could smell the sweat imprisoned in his
loins. This was what he wanted, for with a gentle movement, he slipped his
cock into my mouth.

That was the beginning of the sense of my true destiny.  This was the action
I needed to fulfill by life, to be a whole person.  Yes this was surely it.
His cock slipped down my throat and I began the suck.  I loved the
connection, of hooking his body to mine the culmination that completed
the act of love.

As the mounting pleasure began its' climb, a sense of power came over me.
I teased all the delicious nerves that scattered over the tight erect
shaft.  He moaned.  He twisted his body in unfamiliar contortions.
And thrusting his hips forward, he forced his cock deeper into the accepting
mouth-cave.  My tongue added pleasure by lapping the sensitive dick-top.

When I felt the added swelling of the cock, I pulled away.  I looked at
him.  His eyes were glowing coals of lust.  He grabbed my head, and pushed
it to his loins.  Tenderness had lost its way along passions road, and
horny need and hunger had taken over.  He held my head in place and fucked
the cock in and out of my mouth.  My own needs surrendered to his, and with
a final plunge, his hips off the bed, he ejaculated his cum in short,
powerful spurts, deep into my throat.  And it was done!  Completed.
Ah to suck a cock, to be a cocksucker, to give in to the demands of another,
to give the final pleasure.  That is the greatest pleasure of all.
I know.  I learned it that night.

It was then the dreaded word 'cocksucker' became a magical word.  To accept
myself for what I was.  It was a word to live by.  Cocksucker, I thought.
Oh God!  and I began to kiss it, to lick it, to suck again, hungry and
demanding, like an infant at its' mothers teat.  so proud of what I had done.

I clung to his buttocks, my nose buried in pubic hair, and the fountain
of cum began again.  In agony, he pulled away.  I could see him clearly now
in the moonlight.  His long lean torso was free of hair, except for the
patch that surrounded his cock.  Ah Yes!  His cock!  Still standing up
like a victorious soldier, not a conquered one, though surely I had
conquered his.  It glistened with saliva and cum, the combined liquor of
love.  And I leaned forward to kiss it once more.

"I'll never get enough of you, Danny."

"Nor I," he moaned, wetting his lips with his tongue.  We were silent for
a moment, then he said in a strong and strident voice, accenting each
word, "Shit man!  You are a cocksucker!"

"So are you."

"Yes, so am I," he agreed softly, and that is how we ended it.

I knew so little about him.  He had only begun school in his senior year.
I had never been to his house or met his parents.  He was a loner, and
seemed to want to keep it that way.  I realized that he did not open his
life to anyone, but our friendship was different now.  And then in the
peace of contentment, in a loving embrace, we fell asleep.


When I awoke, he was gone.  His side of the bed was cold, he must have
been gone a long time.   And though I searched for him all summer, I never
found him.  I never saw his face or his sucked his cock again.  He was only
an unforgettable memory, that opened a hidden door leading to a secret world
from which I would never return.

Yes, that was the day I graduated.


joe wilson

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