Date: Tue, 5 Dec 2006 10:16:26 -0800 (PST)
From: Kevin Carson <kc.drummerboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Drummer Boys - Part 13

Drummer Boys
By Kevin Carson

This story is about my relationship with my friend and jack-off buddy, and
yes, it includes gay teen sex stuff.  It's based on true experiences but
some of the names and places have been changed for privacy.  Hey, if this
is illegal where you're at or if you're too young to be reading this, then
you better not.  All rights reserved.  No reproductions permitted without
prior permission.

Thanks to all of you who have written to me.  I really appreciate your
comments/feedback and questions about this story.  My email is:
kc.drummerboy@yahoo.com.

Sincerely, Kevin.


Part 13


Well I was anxious all morning at school on Monday.  But my day started off
just fine at home.  When my alarm went off I stayed in bed a few extra
minutes to fully wake up.  I instinctively grasped my boner, played with my
balls, felt my inner thighs and around my hole.  But then I couldn't stand
it any longer and had to piss.  As soon as I heard Keith start the shower I
had the urge to go, so I used Dad's bathroom.  I didn't dare bother Keith
while he was in the bathroom.  That was one battle I'd never win, so why
would I even try.

On the way to school I wanted to ask Keith more about him and Lisa having
sex, but instead I told him about Nora's parents inviting everyone to their
house before the dance.  He said they'd go but had other places to go to
also.  I also asked Keith what he thought of Nora, since they were actually
friends before she and I ever hit it off.  He said he really liked her and
even had a crush on her last year.  I even got my brother to admit that if
he hadn't asked Lisa to the Christmas dance that he would have asked Nora.
I also confided in Keith about Nora saying she knew she'd be safe with me.

"What do you think she meant by that?" I wondered.

Keith shrugged his shoulders and smiled, raising his eyebrows.  "Hell, I
dunno what she meant.  You hardly seem like the type who's gonna get in a
girl's pants, so maybe that's it."

I ended the conversation right there because now I didn't know what Keith
was getting at by his comment.  Did he think that I wouldn't get in a
girl's pants but I would a guy's?  Does he really, I mean really, think I'm
gay?  Or did he just mean I'm way too shy and nerdy to have sex at all yet.
Too much analysis for a Monday morning.

My friends and I all made our usual before-school chit-chat about what we
did over the weekend.  Mark bragged about how he beat my ass at Laser
Space-Out.  I laughed along with that too since that was another battle I'd
never win, both Laser Space-Out with Mark and him bragging about how good
he is and how terrible I am.  I didn't mind him making fun of me, because
he doesn't do it to hurt me.  He's just kidding around.

Eric and Townsend said they also got fitted for their tuxes and we all said
we'd meet at Nora's with our dates Saturday night.  This was going to be a
busy week and we said we'd all be glad when it was over.  Mark said he'd
see me later in band, and we all split up and went to our classes.

After fourth period I noticed a bunch of students gathering outside the
music offices and practice rooms.  As I made my way towards the crowd I
realized the results of the auditions were posted.  I admit I was a little
nervous.  Whatever happened I just wanted to be in the same ensemble as
Mark.  Being close to him everyday was something I needed.  To stand near
him, smell him, look at his crotch, play drums with him...that was a fix I
needed every day.  My Mark fix.  I'm addicted to him, you know.

I wiggled my way through to the front so I could see the rosters.
Christmas came early.  We must have been good boys, because we all got what
we wanted.  Eric was lead drummer in jazz band.  Townsend was principal
keyboards in rock orchestra, as well as back-up percussionist.  And I
couldn't hide my excitement.  (Drum roll here...) The rock orchestra
drummers: Mark Graham and Kevin Carson!  Seeing our names there together on
the list made me instantly hard.  Yes!!!  I shut my eyes and thanked God!

Everyone was high-fiving everyone else, and even the kids who didn't make
it were good-spirited, offering congratulations.  As I turned to make my
way into the band room I saw Mark and ran up to him with the news.  He gave
me a friendly, congratulatory boy-hug and said he knew we could do it all
along.  Thoughts of late-night and weekend practices were running through
my head, with Mark and I being together even more, hanging out, him driving
me home, us kissing goodnight, maybe even a driveway blowjob now and then!
I didn't care what happened the rest of the day.  More important to me than
the prestige of being a freshman in the coveted rock orchestra, was the
fact that Mark and I would be together even more.

Nora saw me after school and gave me a kiss on the cheek.  She gave Mark
one too and said she was proud of both of us.  I blushed.  For some reason
it was a little weird standing there with both Mark and Nora.  I never felt
that way before.  It wasn't tension or anything, just different.  And then,
who had the balls to walk by us?  Emily DeMarco.

"Hi Kevin."  Her fake, high-pitched voice made me wanna puke.  Why was I
singled out?  She didn't say hello to Nora or Mark.  We all just glared at
her as she walked past us.  Bitch.  Fat, ugly, smelly bitch.

Nora had to get to work and Mark and I went to a brief music meeting after
school just to get information about practices and stuff.  Then we walked
home together in the cold, dreary after-school afternoon.

"Sweetie this is gonna be so much fun, isn't it?"  Mark asked.

"You bet!  It wouldn't have mattered to me if we didn't make it, but just
so we could have a reason to be with each other even more is all I wanted."

"Me too!"

"You know we have a lot of practices, on the weekends too."

"Yeah, so I guess that means we'll have to stay over at each other's houses
a lot, huh??"

"Right!!"  I was excited by that thought!

As we walked Mark and I talked a little more about our trip to his
grandfather's cabin this coming weekend.  He said he had something else
planned but wouldn't tell me what it was.  I could only hope it was what I
wanted!  We split at the usual intersection and he gave me a quick smooch
on the lips.  No one saw because it was almost dark.  We both walked
backwards, shouting things to each other.

"You're hot!"

"You're hotter!"

"I miss you!"

"I miss you too!"

"But we're only twenty feet apart!!" LOL!

I was the happiest I'd been in ages.  I couldn't wait to tell Dad about
rock orchestra.  But I didn't just tell him about me.  It was Mark and me
this and Mark and me that.  Mark and I knew we would make it, Mark and I
would have a lot of late practices, Mark would pick me up and bring me
home...

"You and Mark are inseparable." Dad commented, smiling.

"We sure are Dad, he's the best!"

Dad and I talked about Saturday night and he said he'd call Mrs. Eckert
after dinner to see what he could bring to their house.  I told him Mark
was driving.  We also talked about the cabin.

"Well it's fine with me that you go Kevin, but I want you to call as soon
as you get there. I trust Mark, but he is a new driver and its pretty
remote upstate in the Catskills.  The last thing I need is for you two to
get lost in the mountains and be attacked by a bear."  Dad kept a straight
face.

"Bears??!!  What bears??!!  Mark never said anything about bears!!"

"Well, you know, that's what I've heard..." Dad laughed, teasing me.

"Dad, come on!"

"Sorry, Kev, I couldn't resist."

Later that night I emailed Mark and asked him if there were bears in the
mountains near the cabin.  He wrote back and said yes, he thought so, but
he's never seen one for real.  Thanks Dad.  Thanks Mark.

That night after Mark emailed me back I was horny, but instead of sleeping
naked, I slept in my boxer briefs and a white t-shirt.  As I massaged my
tight balls and steel cock I imagined Mark and me in that little remote
cabin, late at night, darker than hell.  We'd be snuggled up in the same
bed, naked of course, tangled up together like a pretzel under a lot of
covers, hearing the "bears" howling outside.

I pulled my briefs part way down and my t-shirt part way up and jerked off
like a madman to that visual.  I blew my load in no time, a couple of nice
creamy gobs which I scooped up and put to my lips.  Mmmm!  Goodnight!  I
slept like a baby!

The rest of the week went by fairly quickly.  We had practices Tuesday and
Wednesday after school and Thursday night from 7-10pm.  Thursday after
school we all picked up our tuxes.  Before practice Mark and I went to
Wendy's for something to eat, I actually had more than just a few French
fries, LOL!  We hadn't fooled around all week, believe it or not, but just
being together at practices was enough.  Well, not really, but I at least
got my Mark fix every day and beat off to thoughts of him at night.  And in
the morning.  Thursday night I was too tired to study for the math test I
had on Friday, but I figured what the hell.

Earlier in the week I asked Dad if Mark, Townsend and Eric could stay over
Friday night, and it was fine with him.  The guys were kind-of rowdy, but
Dad didn't seem to mind.  Keith was out and Dad ordered...what else...pizza
for us.  Wow.  Between Eric being on the phone all night with Jen, Mark
playing my drums and Townie obsessed with video games on the computer in my
room, we all finally managed to settle down around midnight.  We slept in
my room, but I was ready to kick Eric's ass out after a while.  The dude
had gas and kept farting all fucking night.  He said it was nerves, that he
was so excited about his hot date with hot Jen.  We all laughed so hard all
night and the more we laughed it seemed the more he farted.  Loud, too!  It
wasn't normal.  I was like dude, you gotta stop or something, because I'm
not putting up with this shit!  Guess what?  He didn't stop and we all
continued to laugh all night long!

We finally got a little sleep and Saturday morning as we eventually woke
up, we sat around and bs'd, laughing and joking about Eric's fart problem.
Townsend warned him he better not do it at the dance or old Jen will never
go out with him again.  The guys all left around noon, and we said we'd
meet at Nora's around 5:00.  But I told Mark I'd be over after I showered
to help him with whatever we needed to do to get ready for the cabin.  Dad
dropped me off at his house around 3:00 with my tux.  I was going to get
dressed there.

Mrs. Graham had bought some food for us to take, like peanut butter,
crackers, cereal, fruit cups and snacks, soda, stuff like that.  And I had
my duffel bag all packed.  Drumsticks, condoms and lube included, just in
case.  After Mark and I loaded everything in the back of the Cherokee, we
filled it up with gas.  We got ready for the dance, putting on our tuxes.
Mark told me I was handsome, but he was stunning.  He still had his famous
slightly rounded bulge visible in the tuxedo trousers.  Mmmm!!  While my
hair was longer than I usually wore it, I combed it, except it flipped up
at the ends down by my ears.  Mark's was longer too, and although clean, he
kept the messed-up look that was his trademark.  Hot!

He went to get Amy and brought her back to his house.  I waited in his room
while he was gone and had an idea.  As soon as he left I took off my
underwear, then quickly got my tux pants back on.  Just as Mark had
surprised me that time at school, I could do the same thing to him!  It was
a little cool at first without my boxers but I got used to it.  I looked in
the full-length mirror to see if you could see the outline of my dick or if
anything was too revealing.  Seemed alright to me!  Mark and Amy got back,
then we followed his parents to the Eckert's.  Dad was pulling in too, just
as we got there.

It was really nice at Nora's parent's.  A light snow was beginning to fall
and there were big fluffy white-blue clouds in the night sky.  Traditional
Christmas music was playing and there was food out the ying-yang!  They had
a big table of all kinds of appetizers, cheese, shrimp, sushi, you name it.
And these mini cheesecake things and brownies too!  That's what I
had...four of each!  There were sodas for all the kids and the parents were
all drinking wine.  Even Dad had a glass.

Nora looked absolutely beautiful.  My red bow tie matched her red satin
dress perfectly.  It was sexy, kind-of low-cut in front, but only the tops
of her boobs showed.  It's not like they were hanging out or anything.  It
was very form fitting to her darling shape, but not too tight.  And her
hair was just her natural style, but it sparkled and she has small red
flowers in it.  Actually, Nora could be my sister if I had one, we sort-of
have the same color and style of hair, except I left the glitter and
flowers out of mine, LOL!

Mr. Eckert had a really nice digital camera and eventually gathered
everyone in the living room for pictures by the Christmas tree.  Several
poses with all the kids, then all of us with our dates and the parents.

"Kenny, let me get one with just you and the boys." I noticed Mr. Eckert
nudge Dad.

"Oh...sure..."  The room grew quiet and still as Dad stood in the middle of
Keith and me, his arms around us.  Mr. Eckert snapped a few shots of the
three of us and I noticed both Mrs. Eckert and Mrs. Graham wipe their eyes.
Before the entire room broke into tears, Nora's little brother turned up
the stereo really loud playing "Christmas Don't Be Late" by the Chipmunks,
his favorite.  That scared the shit out of everyone!  I didn't want anyone
to notice, but I asked Nora if her dad would take one of just Mark and me.
She said sure he would, and he'd even take one of Mark, Eric, Townsend and
me...the drummerboys.

Soon after the picture taking and hugs and kisses and parental instructions
to, most of all, be careful and have a good time, we were off to the
Centrum at Nassau Place!  Nora and I sat in the back seat of the Cherokee,
and I held her hand all the way there.

Nassau Place was really cool.  It's huge!  And our dance was the only thing
going on at the Centrum.  It's completely round with a glass-domed ceiling.
And on the inside the big dance floor was on one side of the room with
round tables on the other side, and there's a big fountain in the middle.
All around the top they were projecting silent scenes from the movie Polar
Express, the theme of the dance.  The place was packed, but we were lucky
and got a round table for eight.  Eric was all over Jen, and Townsend was
hot for Brigette, so that pretty much left Mark and Amy and Nora and me to
laugh and talk.

I wasn't nervous about slow dancing with Nora, and we did quite a bit of
it.  And I even slow-danced with Brigette once and Lisa, too.  But that
meant my brother got to dance with Nora.  Hmmm!  But there were plenty of
fast dances, too.  Even though I am not much of a fast dancer, Mark,
Townsend, Eric and I hit the floor as soon as the DJ played "Somebody Told
Me" by the Killers.  Of course we sang all the words as we danced!  We took
a break when he started to play some funky hip-hop shit that nobody seemed
to like very much.

Something was missing.  The girls had all gone to the restroom and Mark and
I were alone at the table.  I told him I wanted to dance with him.  He said
he wanted to kiss me.  I said we'd both have to wait until later!  Then I
looked around and when the coast was clear I told him this time I was the
one not wearing any underwear!

"You shit!  I knew it!"

"I knew someday I'd get back at you!" I giggled.

"Damn!  Let's go in the restroom!" Mark begged.

"No, you cockhound!  We can't do anything here!  Guess you're gonna have to
wait till we get home!"

"Kev, I'm gonna get you for this one!"

"OK!!  Fine with me!" We both laughed.  Then the girls came back and I
noticed it was late, about 11:45.  Mark went out to get us all something to
drink and just then the DJ made some stupid-ass announcement that Christmas
is the time to believe and he played some old song "It's Only Make Believe"
but lots of people started to dance.  He played a little bit of that then
broke into some techno-dance mix of "Believe" by Cher, and all the girls
got on the dance floor whether they were with a guy or not.  That got a
little wild.

But then, to end the evening, the most important slow dance of all was
"Believe" by Josh Groban from the Polar Express soundtrack.  As soon as I
heard the song start I was caught in between glances with Mark and Nora.
My heart skipped a beat, and even though I'm not a huge Josh Groban fan,
that song kind-of hit me.  The theme of the dance and all, and how
beautiful Nora looked, and seeing how hot Mark was, it just got to me.  I
danced with Nora and held her close.  Of course Mark danced with Amy.  I
was hard and Nora could tell, I know.  I didn't care if she knew, and I
held her close as we danced.

"Kevin," she smiled, "Maybe we should sit down."

"No.  No.  Let's dance." I insisted.

When the song was over, Nora and I both blushed and stood there a moment,
but didn't talk about my hardon, thank God!  What I couldn't figure out is
if I was like a rock because of her or Mark?

The DJ thanked everybody and wished everyone Merry Christmas and Happy
Holidays and all that shit.  We got our coats and left.  It was a nice
evening.  I really enjoyed myself.  I told Nora that, and she said the
same.  We all talked about what we liked and what we didn't like, about how
cool the Centrum was, and how some, but not all, of the music was good.
Amy was staying the night at Nora's and Mark and I were invited in for a
little while.  We only stayed about fifteen minutes, then Mark said
goodnight to Amy in the family room in private.  I walked to the living
room with Nora and kissed her.  On the lips.  No tongue.  That was for
Mark.

"Kevin." Nora smiled at me and touched my face.  It's almost as if she
wanted to say something about Mark and me, about our relationship.  I think
she knows.  If old Arlo could see what's between Mark and me, I'm sure Nora
could too.  But I don't know.  And I don't know how to bring it up.  So I
won't, for now.  Maybe never.

Nora and Amy waved goodbye, thanked us both again, and told us to have a
good trip to the Catskills.  I couldn't wait.  It was snow-flurrying as
Mark drove us to his house.  The Jeep was still warm.  He leaned over and
kissed me at a traffic light.  We were quiet when we got to his house, his
parents didn't wait up.  I think Lisa was staying someplace else.  Maybe at
my house!  Maybe my brother was fucking her again!  God only knows how much
I wanted her brother to fuck me!

We didn't even bother to brush our teeth or piss or anything.  Mark and I
went straight to his room, and he locked the door behind us.  We wasted no
time ripping our tuxes off each other.  Our shoes, socks, and jackets went
flying across the room.  I somehow got Marks pants down while he somehow
got his tongue down my throat.  It's like he was fucking my mouth with his
tongue.  I tore his shirt off and kneeled down, shoving my hands up his
boxer-briefs, playing with his delicious, smooth ass.  I finally pulled his
underwear down too, freeing his dick and balls.  There was already a wet
spot on the fly of his underwear and I held them to my nose and breathed
deep.  He was so hard and his cock went straight into my mouth.  I had
everything off except my shirt and the red bow tie.  Of course I already
had my underwear off the whole night, so the precum I leaked coated the
inside of my tux pants.  I sucked Mark's dick and played with his balls,
slurping up his clear sticky boy juice.  We had to be careful not to make
too much noise.  The last thing we needed was to wake his parents.

Mark leaned me over his bed.  He straddled me and let his balls hang over
my mouth and nose, teasing me as they swung back and forth over me.  He
would pull up just as I would stick my tongue out trying to lick them.  He
bent down to kiss me and sucked on my tongue.  While he did that, more and
more precum oozed from his piss slit.  A big rope of it dripped down and
landed on my chest between my nipples.  I got some of it on my finger and
smeared it on his asshole.  I fingered him as he got on his knees and
continued to dangle his baseball-bat-cock over my face and lips.  I kept
lapping at it like a fish nibbling a worm.  Only believe me, his dick was
no worm!

As I got my left index finger comfortably in his hole, I grabbed his ass
cheek with my right hand and pulled him in closer to my face.  And I got
his throbbing dick comfortably in my mouth.  I sucked like a maniac!  We
were both getting close and suddenly we stopped.  I still had on that
fucking shirt and red bow tie.  I finally got the shirt off but kept the
tie on.  I pulled my finger out of his ass and rubbed it around his
nipples, then sucked on them as Mark sat back on my lap, facing me.  He
positioned himself perfectly with his moistened ass crack over my bone.
That big dong of his was right there at attention.  He leaned back away
from me while I jacked him.  The rhythm of my pumping him fit perfectly
with his ass crack riding me.

I couldn't hold it any longer and started to shoot.  I could feel my dick
get a little bigger.  My orgasm was intense and my warm cum filled the
crack of Mark's ass.  As I could hear and feel the squishing of my
sensitive jizz-spurting dick in his crack, Mark began to take
uncontrollable deep breaths and gasped as he squirted his milk in my hand.
It dripped down over my thumb and fingers and I pumped him dry.  We both
said "Oh God" a million times and Mark got on top of me.  We continued to
feel each other's bodies all over, making one big sticky mess with our
cream.  We smeared it all over each other, on our chests, thighs, asses and
backs...everywhere.  We sucked on each other's tongues.  The red bow tie
was still around my neck.

And that's how we fell asleep.

(To be continued...)