Date: Wed, 27 Dec 2006 22:30:46 -0800 (PST)
From: Kevin Carson <kc.drummerboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Drummer Boys - Part 15 (revised)

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 15.

We sat there in the middle of Rt. 32 for a minute, staring at that damn
'Road Closed' sign in disbelief.

"Well sweetie, we gotta come up with a plan.  The cabin is on Moonbeam
Road, which is off 23-A, so I gotta think."  We pulled into a gas station,
although it was obviously closed, just to figure out what the fuck we were
gonna do since the only road to the cabin Mark knew of was shut down.  We
knew we were fucked.  Only it wasn't the kind of "fucked" we had hoped for.

I debated whether I should call my Dad and just come clean with him about
where we were and what we had done.  Just fess up as to why I hadn't called
again and about the mess we were in.  Then I thought I should listen to the
messages first, but I was too scared.  So I didn't listen to them.  I
didn't really have the opportunity.  Just then a big snowplow came past,
followed by the red flashers of a New York State Police SUV, which pulled
over beside us.  The trooper got out and approached Mark's side of the
Jeep.

"Hi fellas"

Mark said "Hello, sir."  Me, like an idiot, I said "Hello, your honor."
Mark gave me a 'shut-your-mouth-dumbass' look.

"What brings you guys out in weather like this so late at night?"

"We're going to my family's cabin, sir.  It's just off 23-A between here
and Tannersville.  We're just wondering what to do now, since the road's
closed off."

"Yeah 23's closed alright, I guess you can see that.  Had some pretty bad
drifting and icy bridges, not to mention those bridges are all so narrow up
there.  May I see your driver's license, please, young man?"  The trooper
was very polite and despite that big parka he had on he had to be freezing
his ass off.  Mark gave him his license and the trooper shined his
flashlight around the inside of the Cherokee.  Thank God my coat was
covering my crotch, because otherwise he might have seen a wet spot there!

"Is this your vehicle, young man?"

"No sir, it's my mom's."  Mark replied.  "Actually it's my mom and dad's
both."

We kept hearing the static sounds and the dispatcher on the police radio,
which for some reason made me nervous as hell.  I decided I better just
keep my mouth shut.

"Well we gotta get you boys somewhere safe, off the roads for the night.
You're a good three hours from Long Island, in nice weather.  Do your
parents know you're out this late in conditions like this?"

"Umm, yes sir they do."  Mark continued, "Excuse me, sir, but do you know
if there is any other way to get to Moonbeam Road, other than from 23-A?"

"Nope."  'Nope' as in he didn't know, or 'nope' as in there is no other
way?  Mark and I both were a nervous wreck, I could tell he was.  I just
hope the state trooper didn't pick up on it.  "I think I'll put in a call
to your parents to let know you're alright.  Then I'm going to have you
follow me to the police station after we call.  It's just down the road
there a bit."

"NO!!" I blurted out.  "I mean, sir, I'm Kevin, by the way, but, umm sir, I
really have to go to the bathroom, really bad, I mean really, really bad,
sir.  See, I haven't gone all day, sir, all damn day!  Can we just go to
the police station first and we can call them from there, please??" I
begged.  "I really gotta go!!"

"Oh...sure...that's not a problem, son.  I hope you can hold it." He
smiled.  "Follow right behind me.  The station's about a half-mile down on
the left."

What a relief.  I had a few minutes to call Dad while we followed the
trooper to the police station, since he agreed to wait until we got there
to call our folks.  Maybe I wouldn't be in any less trouble, but at least I
possibly wouldn't be quite as embarrassed if they talked to Dad before I
had a chance to.  I was shaking as I speed dialed, but it didn't go through
because I was out of my area code.  So I had to dial manually.  I was so
anxious I don't know how I did it.  Dad answered on the first ring, as if
he was waiting next to the phone.

"Dad!  Listen, it's me, Kevin.  Hey I'm sorry I didn't call before, but
we're alright and I know it's late, but see Dad, I had my phone turned off
by mistake, and I didn't mean to leave it off, I just completely forgot
about it when we were standing in line and everything, so don't worry about
anything, Dad, I mean it, honest, we're alright, and I know I should have
called, but please Dad I'm really sorry, I know I screwed this up, but
honest, I didn't mean to, and the state police are here now and we're safe
and everything's OK, and Mark's fine and..."

"Kevin??!!" Dad was almost shouting at me in the phone.  "Kevin!  Calm down
already!"

"OK."

"What's going on?  Where are you two?  Was there an accident or something?
Car trouble?  Why are you with the state police?  Where have you been?"
Dad didn't sound angry, just relieved I finally called.

"OK, we've been driving to the cabin, and we just stopped at some places
Mark wanted to show me, like we said when we called before..."

"And...?"

"And we were just taking our time and I turned off my phone and I
just...forgot to turn it back on, and then after that it started to
snow..."

"Well, at first I was a little worried, but I figured you just forgot even
though I asked you a million times to call me.  So, where did you go, what
was this place?"

Dad's cross-examination again.  Shit!  It was all I could do to stay calm
and yet not lie to him, not directly at least.  "Oh, it was just some
place, some building Mark wanted to go to, you know..."

"Did you go shopping too, is that why you were in line?"

"Oh...yeah, we went to a store there."

"So, what did you buy?  You guys had everything..."

"Oh we just bought some postcards..."

"Postcards?  You're six hours late and you stopped at some store to
buy...postcards?"

"Well, yeah, Dad.  Well then we were at another store and bought juice and
potato chips."

"Juice and potato chips...?"

"Yeah, Dad, juice and potato chips, we didn't have any, just a snack...OK?"

"Yes..." Dad hesitated, but after what felt like an hour on the witness
stand he let me off gently, his usual style.  "I don't know about you,
Kevin.  This is so typical of you, I can't be mad at you.  I'm just glad
you're alright, and Mark too.  You're sure you're alright?"

"Yeah, Dad.  Honest, we're fine, don't worry."

"I was just a little bit worried, that's why I called you when I hadn't
heard anything.  But I think either my phone or yours is messed up, or
something.  I tried four or five times before it went through, finally.  I
kept getting your voice mail greeting but it wouldn't let me leave a
message, till finally it went through.  Make sure your phone is charged.
So where exactly are you now? And what's this about the state police,
again?"

"We're almost at the cabin, but the road is closed, and with all the snow,
the state police saw us and we're probably gonna have to sleep at the
police station.  I think they're gonna call you so you can hear it from
them we're OK."

"Alright." Dad said.

"OK, we're here now, just pulling into the police station here in...(Mark
where are we?)...we're at the police station in Palenville.  I'm sure
they'll call you in a few minutes.  Love ya, Dad."

"I love you too, Kevin.  Be careful!  Be sure someone calls me back!"

"Bye!"  My God, what a relief.  Despite the usual line of questioning from
Dad, at least he didn't seem pissed, just concerned.  And I didn't exactly
lie.

Mark quickly called his parents too, and explained why we were so late.  He
said they were also a little worried, but figured we were there and all was
well or we would have called if there was a real problem.  They called him
a few times with some reminders of things to check at the cabin.  We
decided to listen to all the messages later.  Mark parked the Jeep where
the trooper told him to and we all went inside the station.  It was warm in
there and the dispatcher, a very nice woman about 40, offered us some hot
cocoa, which we gladly accepted.  I immediately asked to use the restroom.

The trooper went into a little room and talked to another officer for a few
minutes.  Mark waited while I took a piss.  A few minutes later he poked
his head through the door and told us to get whatever we needed out of the
Jeep, we would bunk there for the night.

Mark and I came back in with our bags and sat while the other police
officer called Mark's parents and then Dad.  Although at first we fully
expected to get reamed, that didn't happen, thank God.  The officer assured
Dad and Mark's parents we were fine, and that 23-A would be re-opened in
the morning and they would see to it that we got up to the cabin safely.
The dispatcher showed us a cell we'd be sleeping in and got us some extra
blankets.  The only things in there were two cots and a sink.  No one else
was there, like convicts or prisoners.  It's not like I was expecting death
row or anything, but I'd never really been inside a police station before.

"Are you locking us up, sergeant?"  I asked.

"No, son, I'm not locking you up.  You two get some sleep and let me know
if you need anything.  You know where the restroom is, right across the
hall here."

We thanked her and she left, finally.

"She's not the sergeant, dumbass.  She's a dispatcher." Mark teased me.
"God, Kev, where do you come up with some of the shit you say??"

I thought I was gonna cry because Mark was annoyed with me.  "How the hell
how would I know that?  She's wearing a fucking badge and a uniform and
everything.  I'm just being polite.  Lighten up on me already, my nerves
are shot!"

"Aww, sweetie, I'm sorry.  Hey, I wish these cots were bigger so we could
sleep in the same one, together."  Mark said.

"Yeah, I know.  This isn't exactly the Plaza, is it?"  Mark gave me a quick
kiss goodnight.  "And not exactly the way I thought we'd be spending our
honeymoon!"  We laughed.

We lay down on our beds and covered up with the extra blankets, but still
had our clothes on.  Somehow I didn't feel right taking off my clothes in
jail.  It was quiet and very dark.

"Goodnight Mark."

"Goodnight sweetie."

"Are you gonna dream about me?"

"Yup!  Tonight and every night!"

"I love you Mark."

"I love you too sweetie."

"You sure about that?  You seemed pissed at me a couple of times
tonight..."

It was getting easier and easier to say "I love you" to Mark.  And it was
music to my ears to hear him say it to me.  I kept talking, but after a few
minutes of my nervous chatter, he didn't answer and I knew he had fallen
asleep.  I shut my eyes and fell asleep too.  Next thing I knew we both
woke up to voices in the hallway.  I looked over at Mark in the dim morning
light and wanted to crawl in bed with him.  He got up first and used the
restroom, then me.  But I think waking up in a jail cell had an adverse
effect on my dick, because my usual morning wood didn't exist.  At first I
didn't even think about it.  Until Mark put his hand down the front of his
jeans scratching and re-arranging his balls.

"Need some help with that?"  I teased.

"Huh??  What??  Oh!  That!"  Mark looked down and laughed, not even
realizing at first what he was doing.  He took his hand out and smelled his
fingers.  "Here, you want a whiff, too?"  I put his fingers in my mouth and
licked them. "Oh you're a sick puppy!"  Mark laughed and shook his head.

"Hey, you offered!!"

We went back into the main area of the police station, greeted by a tall,
heavy-set gray-haired man, in uniform.  Two New York State troopers were
there too, talking to the dispatcher, a different woman than the night
before.  Obviously this was now the morning crew.

"Mornin' boys!  I'm Chief Grubek.  Name's Tom.  You call me chief, got
that?  You fellas sleep good last night?"  He laughed, but I couldn't
figure out what the fuck was so funny.

"G'morning sir," Mark and I said in unison.  Mark said yeah, we slept good.
We thanked him and introduced ourselves.

"I knew we had a couple of jailbirds...I mean...overnight guests.  Help
yourselves to some coffee.  You two must be hungry, I think we might have
some cereal somewhere around here.  Might be old, though.  And maybe a
donut or two from a few days ago."  He paused, thinking for a minute,
looking at Mark.  "Hmm... Graham... Graham... are you Charlie Graham's
grandson by any chance?"

"Yes, sir, I am"

"Well I ain't seen you since you were a little shit, about this high."  He
held his hand down low, about mid-thigh.  "My God, your grandpa and I go
way back, how the hell is that old son-of-a-bitch?"

Mark was startled.  "Uhh...he's...f-fine."

"Well god-damn!  You tell that old cocksucker I said hello and he better
call me.  He and your grandma coming up here for Christmas?  She's a pretty
thing, old Charlie don't deserve a woman that nice!"  He laughed some more.

"Uhh, yeah, they're gonna be here I think Christmas Eve.  He just wanted me
and my friend Kevin here to come up a little early and get things ready in
the cabin.  Are we gonna be able to get there?  Like, is the road open
yet?"

When the chief called Mark's grandfather a cocksucker the two state
troopers turned and looked at him and raised their eyebrows and smiled.

Chief Grubek hollered to the troopers, "Boys, you think these kids can get
by on 23-A now?"

"Yes, chief, the crews just got it re-opened.  The call came in over the
radio a few minutes ago."

"Good, that's dandy!  Can you boys head these two kids up that way and make
sure they're alright?  They're just going up about four miles to Moonbeam
Road, towards Tannersville."

"No problem chief, glad to do it."

"Good, good, good!" he laughed some more.  I don't know why he was in such
a good mood.  He reminded me of a crude, but nice Santa Claus.  If you can
imagine a Santa-type calling someone's grandfather a son-of-a-bitch and a
cocksucker!  "You kids take your time and get your stuff.  If you wanna get
cleaned up a bit the shithouse is right down the hall there.  I'll see if
we got that cereal.  No milk though, hahaha!"  (The only milk I wanted was
Mark's creamy juice!)

The troopers were laughing, and winked at Mark and me.

"Thank you, chief, we'll pass on the cereal, but thanks.  We'll just be a
minute and get our things." Mark said.  We grabbed our stuff from the cell
and put on our coats in two seconds.  We couldn't wait to get out of there.
"I'll tell my grandpa you said hi!!" Mark shouted as we hurried out the
door.  "Thanks again!"

The trooper said he's quite a character and gave us a snow brush to clean
off the Jeep from the additional snow that fell overnight.  All in all it
looked like there was more than a foot.  It was still cold, but the sun was
out and some of the snow on the road was melting into slush.

"Do you believe that guy, Mark?" I asked as we put our things in the Jeep.
I can't wait to get to the cabin."

"Yeah, let's get the fuck out of here."  I grabbed the box of chewy granola
bars as we followed the state trooper onto 23-A.  We were so hungry we both
ate three of the raisin ones.  Moonbeam Road had been cleared but it looked
like it was only one lane and we had to cross a narrow bridge but we made
it.  As we approached the driveway to the cabin Mark blinked his lights to
signal the trooper, and we pulled over to the right as much as we could.
Mark got out and spoke to the trooper, telling him this is as far as we
could go, and asked if we could leave the Jeep parked there until we could
clear the driveway.  He wasn't too thrilled, but understood we had no
choice.

Mark and I walked up to the slight hill of a driveway to the shed to get
some shovels and cleared just enough at the bottom to get the Jeep in off
the road.  The trooper turned around and left and we thanked him.  He told
us to stay warm and be careful.

"I'll get the snowblower now and finish the driveway if you wanna shovel
around up by the door."  He was really asking me, which he didn't have to
do.  The snow was pretty deep.

"It's cool, no problem"

It took a while for Mark to clear the driveway, after he found the fuel mix
for the snowblower and finally got it started.  He's such a mechanic!  He
drove the Jeep up close to the back door of the cabin, which was actually
quite a bit bigger than I thought it would be.

"Before we unload the car let's grab some firewood and I'll get a fire
going."

"OK, sounds good.  Oooh wait!  We both better call home first!"  We learned
our lesson last night.

After the phone calls, we both got some logs for the fire.  At first I only
stood inside the back door, which opened into a large square kitchen with a
stone floor.  The kitchen was next to a huge living room with the
floor-to-roof stone fireplace, a cathedral ceiling and a loft.  It looked
like a small ski lodge.

"Come on in, you won't hurt anything."  Mark said.  He didn't even take off
his shoes, which were snow-covered.

"Wow!  Are we gonna sleep up there?" I asked, pointing to the open loft.

"Sweetie we can sleep anywhere we'd like!  When we get settled in I'll show
you all around."

I put the logs down and said I'd start getting the stuff out of the Jeep.
Mark got a huge fire started and then together we unloaded everything,
putting it all just inside the door, in the kitchen.

"We'll put it all away later."

"Jeez that fire looks great!  It's warm in here already!"

"There's all that wood stacked behind the shed.  Grandpa wanted us to get
it up on the deck, and I think we're gonna need it, so I was thinking while
we still have our coats and stuff on we might as well do that right away."

"OK!  You're the boss."

Mark hugged me and kissed me, his raisin-granola flavored tongue parting my
lips.  "I'm glad we're finally here.  This is all I've been thinking
about!" he told me.

Most of the wood had already been chopped into the right size logs for the
fireplace.  There were some other big logs and branches Mark said we'd cut
with the chainsaw after while.  The wood had been covered with a tarp, so
it was dry.  We moved it all to the deck, right outside the living room
door.  It seemed like it took hours, but at least now it was more
convenient.  It was cold, but thank goodness it stopped snowing.

"Wanna go in?" Mark asked.  "We can cut the rest of the firewood and fix
the screens and put in the porch windows tomorrow."

I said OK, but apparently Mark wasn't quite ready to go inside.  He tackled
me in the snow in the gently sloping back yard.  Towards the back the hill
got steeper.  I rolled over on top of him, then he got back on top of me.

"You tricked me you fucker!"

"No shit!"

He got up to get something out of the shed, so that was my chance to make a
snowball, and I threw it right at his ass from about twenty feet away.

"Bastard, I'll get you for that!"  Mark threw a snowball at me but I ducked
and it missed.  But he immediately threw another and that one hit me on my
arm.

"That was lame!" I shouted.  Then I threw one back at him, hitting him in
the leg.  An all-out snowball fight was underway!  We hid behind trees, the
stack of firewood on the deck, behind the car, the shed, everywhere, to get
a strategic advantage of pummeling each other with snow.  We laughed our
asses off as we playfully called each other insulting names.  When we
finally stopped we both had runny noses and cold, red faces.

"Let's get the sleds!"

We rode down the backyard hill for probably an hour, until it started to
get dark.  Sometimes we stayed on the sleds, the round smooth-bottomed
flying saucer types, and sometimes we just rode down the hill on our frozen
asses.  We occasionally threw snow in each other's faces, but of course it
was always an 'accident'!

At some point Mark lost his knit stocking hat, but I found, filled it with
snow and plopped it on his head.  But of course, I got the ultimate
payback.  He took my hat, the one with the furry earflaps, which held a lot
more snow than his, and did the same to me.  Ten times worse!  I had snow
in my ears, down my back, down my front, I swear even in my pants!  We
couldn't stop laughing.  We were out of breath and Mark said we better go
in before the bears come out.

"Yeah, I think I heard one of those bears howling before." I joked.

"Umm...sweetie...I hate to tell you, but bears don't howl.  They growl!"
Mark corrected me.  "Rrrrrrrr-rrrr-rrrr-grrrrrrrr-grrrrrrr-Rrrrrrrr!!!!!!"

"Kiss my ass, you asshole!!  You're an asshole, Mark!"

We stomped our feet outside in the driveway and tried to brush as much snow
off each other as possible, but we were still like snowmen.

Inside, Mark threw a couple more logs on the still-burning embers to get
the fire going again.  In seconds it was raging, and we stood in front of
the hearth shedding everything: our wet, snow-covered and snow-filled
coats, hats, gloves, shoes, shirts, jeans, socks and underwear.  Our
tighty-whities had turned blue from our wet denim jeans.  We spread out all
our gear to dry.  We were cold, wet, red...and naked, standing together in
front of the fireplace.  The fire wasn't the only thing that was raging.
So were our hardons!  The warmth felt so good.

Outside it was completely pitch black.  I never saw the night so dark.
Living so close to the city there's always a glow to the night sky.  In the
cabin, the only light was from the flames.

We stood there in the orange radiance, lost in the moment, face-to-face,
dick-to-dick, our chests mashed together.  We kissed another long, wet
delicious kiss, just like we did on the observation deck of the Empire
State Building twenty-four hours earlier.  I sucked Mark's tongue like I
was blowing it.  He put his arms around my shoulders, then they fell around
my bare waist.  When I sucked his tongue he squeezed my balls.  I got
dizzy, and not because it hurt.  It tingled and almost made me cum on the
spot.

"I love you, sweetie."

"I want you, Mark."  I whispered.

"How about if you start the shower, and I'll get us a little something else
to warm us up even more, OK?.  I'll be right in."

"Yeah." I agreed.

I kept the bathroom door open, and although dark, the fire cast just enough
flickering light to see what we were doing.  A moment later Mark brought in
a really special treat.  A shot of Jagermeister, which we both sipped from
the same glass.  I never had that before, in fact I never really had very
much alcohol at all, except for the time in Florida when Keith and I drank
beer with Dad at our hotel at Disney World, LOL!

In the shower, our boners returned, stiffer than ever.  First we kissed,
then I knelt down in the tub and sucked Mark as I gently played with his
nuts.  He moaned until I sensed he was close to the edge, then I stopped.
I stood back up, and he turned me around and bent me over as he got on his
knees.  I leaned forward with my hands on the tile wall as Mark spread my
asscheeks.  I not only felt (and liked) the warm water running down my
crack, but soon felt the warm wet presence of Mark's tongue there as well.
I felt a jolt when he stuck both a finger and his tongue in my hole.  He
moved them both around and around in a circular motion and all I could say
was "Oh God!"  I couldn't help but stroke my own cock as he licked and
fingered my ass.  I was pumping myself faster and faster, and Mark stopped
me seconds before I was ready to blast.

We were both dripping our clear stickiness as we got out and dried each
other off.  As we finished the shot of Jagermeister we went back in the
kitchen.  Naked and still hard.  The way we would stay the rest of the
night.  A few more logs on the fire and Mark cooked us a gourmet dinner:
Kraft macaroni and cheese from a box!  And while we waited for the water to
boil...another shot of Jagermeister!  That was so hot sharing it from the
same little shot glass.  I really wanted both of us to stick our tongues in
the glass at the same time but I didn't say anything for fear Mark would
think I'm perverted even more than I already am, LOL!

I sat on a barstool, naked, as I watched Mark cook the mac and cheese,
naked.  We sipped yet another shot, naked.  We ate naked.  We kissed again,
naked.  We moved to the big fluffy rug in front of the fireplace, naked.
Mark put down a blanket, and we lay down on it together, naked.  Wrapped up
together, warm and kissing...and naked.  Probing and dripping and
licking...naked.

"I love you so much Kevin..."

"I love you Mark, God I love you...you know what I want..."

"I know..."

My bag was a few feet away.  I fumbled through it in the dim firelight and
found a condom and the lube I brought, and handed them to Mark.  He was
kissing my back and licking my neck, his fingertips touching me everywhere,
sending electrifying pulses through my warm body.  We made each other's
hearts pound.

What we did...what we did...Oh my God, what we did.  I want to tell you it
was wonderful...

(To be continued...)