Date: Tue, 20 Mar 2007 01:58:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Kevin Carson <kc.drummerboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Drummer Boys - Part 21

Drummer Boys
By Kevin Carson

This story is about my relationship with my friend and, well,
more-than-a-jack-off buddy.  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.  Getting in trouble
isn't cool.  All rights reserved.  No reproductions permitted without prior
permission.

Thanks to all of you from around the world who have written to me.  I mean
that with all my heart.  I am forever grateful for all the new friends I've
made along the way.  You're awesome!

I really appreciate your comments/feedback and questions about this story.
My email is: kc.drummerboy@yahoo.com.

Sincerely, Kevin.

Part 21.

Son of Bitch!!!  That damn buzzer on my alarm clock.  I couldn't believe it
was time to get up already.  It seemed like I had just fallen asleep and
started to dream about Mark.  But my dream wasn't long enough!  I covered
my head with my pillow and clumsily banged around on my nightstand trying
to hit the snooze button on my Sony dream machine.  Wait a minute... Mark's
my dream machine!  Seriously, I just had to allow myself five more minutes
of restful torture before I dragged my ass out of bed.  Six-fuckin'-thirty!
Damn!  What was I thinking??

Oh yeah, I remember now.  I wanted to get up before Keith, so I could have
the bathroom first, all to myself.  And for as long as I wanted!  Keith
usually didn't get up until about 7:10, and he got ready fast, so by me
getting up a little earlier I'd have time to beat off in the bathroom.  It
just makes the clean-up a little easier in the morning.  Even though I was
a bit sore from the falls on the ice and while skiing, my adrenaline and
anxiousness to get to school got me out of bed.  I grabbed a clean pair of
underwear and a t-shirt was in the bathroom within seconds of staying under
the covers those few extra minutes.

I locked the door, turned on the fan and heat lamp and started the shower.
Mmm, nice and hot and steamy!  I was already hard.  My boxers were a bit
crusty from wiping up last night, and I remembered I decided to save them
for Mark.  I was in such a hurry to beat off that they got hooked around my
stiff morning boner while hurriedly trying to take them off.  Shit! I damn
near lost my balance and almost fell.

I decided to use some lotion for a slick, wet jerk session, and slathered
plenty on my ball sac and hole, too.  My middle finger felt comfortable
going in as soon as I squatted on the bathroom floor.  My asshole started
to pulse and twitch as I rotated my middle finger and I knew I was gonna
cum any second.  Never fails!  BOOM!!  Blast after blast I volleyed onto
the bathroom floor.  I was able to get off so quick because of my mental
pictures of Mark, along with the squishing sounds of the lotion in my
clenched fist around my dick.  That, along with the relentless sounds of
the water spray from the shower head, and my own moaning and gasping.  The
only thing hotter would be to have Mark in there with me.

And that just gave me an idea.  Maybe Mark and I need to be a little more
daring with each other when we're fooling around.  Maybe experimental is a
better way of saying it.  Oh, you know we've done our share of the unusual.
Dangerous places, almost getting caught, you know... but I just think we
need to be a little more... bold!  I guess that's the right word.

So, I wiped up the creamy mess on the floor and in my hand and showered
fast.  I dried off, got half-dressed and was out of the bathroom well
before my brother had the chance to force me out with his insults.
However, since I was ready first and he was running late, he called me a
"pussy" and threw his keys at me, demanding I start his car to let it warm
up.

"If you want me to give your ass a ride to school, then go start my car!"

"What's gotten into him?" I wondered to myself.  I just did what he said
and didn't argue.  I was in too good a mood, knowing I'd be back at school
and would get to see Mark and be near him again.  Especially after school.
After I got Keith's car going I ran back upstairs and put last night's
crusty underwear in the box in my closet.  I'm saving those for later!

Sure enough it was back to the regular drill, all the familiar faces, all
the chit-chat about who got what for Christmas, where everyone went, what
all they did.  Everyone was bragging their asses off.  I was beaming; I
guess because I could top them all, if I were to brag about what I got,
where I went and what I did... all with Mark.  I just kept it low-key and
told everyone my holiday was great and I got "lots of stuff."

I didn't see Mark, so I texted him, "want 2 get lucky?"  Next thing I knew,
at my locker, someone came up behind me, covering my eyes with their hands,
and whispered like Austin Powers, "Yeah, baby, after school!"

Of course it was Mark, and of course I almost forgot where I was, and of
course, I almost kissed him!

"Control yourself, dude, we're back in school!" he warned, playfully.  "Hey
look, there's your friend..." Oh, God, it was Emily DeMarco.

"Hi, Kevin.  Happy New Year." She said, in that sing-songy voice of hers.

I just glared at the bitch as she sauntered by.  "OK, I'm gonna puke for
sure, now." I told Mark.

"Sorry, sweetie," he whispered.  "It's just too funny.  You hate her and
she's just trying to be nice." Mark joked.

"OK, don't you have a class to get to?" I teasingly shot back at him.

"Yeah, sorry... couldn't resist!  Forget about her."

"So, hey, are we gonna meet with Townie and the Kramers at lunch... don't
you have that free period after your lunch today?"

"Yeah, planning on it.  And hey, seriously, after band tonight I'll give
you a ride home, alright?"

"Yeah... planning on it!!" I mimicked him.

"Later!"

So we parted, each going to our respective homerooms.  I thought about what
Mark said... 'forget about Emily'... but I couldn't.  She always pops up
out of nowhere and causes problems.  It's gonna take someone bigger and
better than me to stop her.  She's such a bitch.

My morning went by fast.  English, math, biology.  All out of the way, one,
two, three, boom, then it was lunch.  I had my usual Mountain Dew, Townsend
bought his lunch and the Kramers brown-bagged it from home.  We all bumped
fists and sat at a round table.  They ate, I drank, and the next thing Mark
and Eric joined us.

Townsend took over, I guess he was gonna be the leader of our little
project, since he was the star of the show.  Makes sense.  He had the sheet
music and guitar tabs and lyrics for everyone, and we mainly talked about
where we were gonna practice.

"This has gotta be perfect." He said.  "We can practice at my house, I was
thinking, we got the whole basement.  It's just... Kev, Mark... how do you
guys wanna handle your drums?  Do one of you just wanna bring your set to
my house and leave them there and the other can use mine... or what?
That'd be easier than both of you bringing both of your sets over all the
time."

"Yeah," we all agreed.  "But I think for final practices and all, I want to
use mine, since I'm used to them and all..." I said.

"Me too, 'and all'," Mark laughed, making fun of me.

"Fuck you 'and all,'" I teased back.

"Well I was thinking that maybe the week before the concert you could both
bring your sets here to school, because I'll want to definitely use the
grand piano here." Townsend suggested.

"Sounds good."

Even though Scotty and Matt are twins, they're not identical.  But there is
a really strong resemblence and they are awfully cute!  I know, I shouldn't
be looking at them, but everyone looks at everyone, right?  I can look but
don't touch, right??  They looked over the music and listened to the song
"Red Hot" on Townsend's iPod, deciding to trade off playing lead and
rhythm.  I thought I'd just do a basic backbeat and let Mark show off his
banging skills LOL!  (You know he's got excellent banging skills!!)  And we
all agreed to practice at Townsend's every Wednesday night and Saturdays,
maybe Sunday afternoons, too.  This was going to be so much fun.  Silly,
but fun.

As for rock orchestra, those practices were going to be intense.  In band,
Mr. Walters gave us the music for "Love On A Train," the song by Tangerine
Dream from the movie Risky Business, that he had talked about.  Cool!
Townsend on electric keyboards, Mark on marimba and me on vibraphone.
That's gonna be hot!

We broke up into sections and started going over our parts, getting used to
the music individually.  But after band, my day got a little easier.  Art,
study period and pop culture and I was done.  We had to be back at six for
practice, so after school Mark and I went to grab something to eat, then he
drove over to the library.  We did a little homework, and I signed up for a
computer to check my email (I sent one to Mark and told him I was gonna
suck him off first chance I got, just to tease him!).  He checked out a
book on biking and I checked out the restroom.

"Nah," I thought.  "Too public.  Well lit, mirrors everywhere, only one
stall, and it was real close to the urinals.  Plus, with so many kids from
school at the library the chances we'd be seen were too great.  So that was
that.  I had to see for myself.  No restroom sex at the library.  But that
driveway around back, after closing... now that's an idea!

"Hey, it's 5:30, we better get to practice." Mark reminded me.

We worked on "Love On A Train" as a group, and some other cool stuff, just
kind-of sight-reading.  Mr. Walters seemed a little testy, not with Mark or
me, but some of the kids were goofing off, and he ended up keeping us until
9:15.  Finally, as everyone was leaving and Mark and I were covering up the
marimba and putting all the percussion stuff away, I told him I didn't want
to go home.

"Are you gonna do what you said in that email you sent me?"

"Oh, you saw it." I nodded 'yes' as I blushed.

"Now??"  He asked.  I nodded 'yes' again.

"Here??" he smiled.

I shook my head 'no'... "A the library!"

"What??" he asked, bewildered.

"Just come on. Let's go..." We grabbed our coats and bookbags.

Mark drove back over to the library.  It was about 9:40, it had long since
closed and the parking lot was empty.  "Let's go behind the building.  It's
dark and secluded back there, remember?  No one's gonna see us there.  Come
on, I can't control myself." I insisted.

Mark drove back, well past the book drop-off and put the car in 'park' but
didn't turn the motor off.  I was already very hard and my heart was
beating fast.  I was so anxious and horny.  I immediately put my face in
his lap and went to work.  He told me to slow down, so I just did my thing
that much faster.  I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans and untucked
his shirt in a matter of seconds.  I began to pull his underwear down, but
stopped only for a second to gaze up into Mark's piercing eyes.  "I love
you," I told him, then I freed his hard cock from the tightness of his
underpants.  I returned my mouth to his cock, kissing his dickhead and
licking it like an ice cream cone.  Then I sucked on the whole thing, while
attempting to repeatedly say "I love you."  It was pretty muffled, as you
can imagine, with a mouthful of cock.

I gently ran my fingers over his smooth balls, which were barely out of his
underwear.  They were nice and plump, but soon, with my handywork, they'd
be drained.  The steering wheel was sort-of in the way, but Mark managed to
extend his long legs as far as he could to the pedals, widening his knees
to spread them as far apart as he could.  Better than nothing!  I now had a
little more room.  I got my nose right in there and sniffed that day-long
boy-smell we both have, and I swear I got high from it.  I took as many
deep breaths as I possibly could, inhaling his scent.  Mark was breathing
heavier, too, although probably for a different reason.

I continued to suck and sniff, as I buried my finger between his legs,
rubbing that area between his nuts and asshole.  After a few seconds of
that he started to stiffen.  He sat up, his legs went straight out, and he
took my head in his hands, running his fingers wildly through my hair.

"Oh God, oh yeah... fuck yeah... ahhhhh... ahhhhh... fuck!!!!
Uhhhhh... fuuuuuccccckkkkk!!!!  Ohhhh fuckfuckfuck!!!"

I pressed even harder, almost on his hole, and he felt slippery wet there,
from sweat I guess.  If we were home I'd be licking that up.  I jacked him
as I sucked and he continued to moan.

"Fuck.  Fuck!  Shit!!  Fuck!!  Mmmmm!!  Ohhhhhhhh....."

Then I knew it was time.  Mark squeezed his cheeks tight, then relaxed
them, then squeezed, then relaxed, over and over again as he shot.

"Ohhhhhooooooooaaaahhhhhhh, I'm gonna cum some more!"  So I kept my hungy
mouth in place for more of his sweet cream."

I was out of breath, too.  "Ohhhh shit, I love that!"  I whimpered, licking
my lips.  Mark was still running his fingers through my hair with one hand,
while rubbing his stomach and balls with the other.

"I need a minute," he whispered, as I sorta sat-up.  I wanted to kiss him
so bad, so I did.

"I've been wanting to do that all day," I said.

"What??  Kiss me??"

I laughed.  "Well, yeah... that too!"

"God, I know," Mark smiled, as he turned off the ignition.  We got
situated, meaning Mark got his jeans back up and zipped and I reached down
inside mine to rearrange things.  You know, it's not that I wear my pants
all that tight or that I'm all that huge, but I must say it gets a little
crowded in there.  Sticky, too!

It was very dark where we were parked, even though there was a dim light
over the book drop-off, but that was way down at the end of the building.
We were pretty far past that.  And ahead of us, around the far corner there
was, I guess, a service entrance but no light.  It seems like there should
have been one.  I sure hoped there weren't any security cameras.

I liked giving Mark head in our new-found spot.  It seemed a little risky,
but less of a chance of getting busted than in our driveways.  Plus we were
far enough from anything that if we did see headlights or someone
approaching we'd hopefully have enough time to get our pants up and covered
with our coats.  And thank God for bookbags, they're great to set on your
lap to "hide things."

I still didn't want to go home.  But it was close to ten o'clock.  Mark and
I sat and talked, and I think he noticed my hardon hadn't gone away, so he
started feeling my leg and worked his way to my crotch.  He wasted no time
getting his hand in there to get a firm hold on my dick.  He was kissing me
hard, exploring my mouth with his tongue and exploring between my legs with
his fingers.  He smeared the precum I was leaking all through my pubes,
kind-of laughing while still kissing me.

"Damn, dude, you're soaked!"

"Oh... am I??" I whispered, putting my lips back to his.

Mark was pumping me harder and faster, while still kissing me and feeling
my back and neck.  Occasionally he would lick my neck and around my ears.
That tickled!  I wanted him to feel my butt, but there just wasn't time to
get re-positioned to have enough room to get my pants further down.  Of
course taking them completely off was out of the question, but that would
have been hot.  Maybe in the summer.  Just kidding!

I could feel the impending tension in my balls as he gripped my dick even
harder in his fist.  He went wild with his tongue on my mouth and face,
kind-of different, and definitely hot.  I tried to spread my knees and
thighs apart, and I did try to get my pants down a little further.  I
rubbed my own inner thighs, brushing past my balls.  I could feel my
soon-to-be-released geyser about to erupt and I think Mark knew it was
going to happen, too.  He stopped kissing and licking me and gave one final
long tug downward on my pole towards my loose balls, which sorta tightened
up.  So did my abs and my buttcheeks... tighten up, that is.  I said "Oh
no!" and we both looked down at my cock, still in Mark's firm grip and
throbbing.

"Uuuhhhh!!!"  I eeked out, in a shrill whisper.  "Look!!"  I gasped.  We
both watched as the first watery stream jetted out of my cock, followed by
a long creamy spurt which shot up and over, landing in my pubes.  The next
three or four didn't shoot as high, they just dripped down the length of my
shaft to the base.  Some of it went between my leg and ball sac, too.

"Damn, look at that!" Mark smiled.

"I'm sorry." I said, still looking at my gooey flood.  Actually I was quite
proud of myself.  And Mark, too!  Any type of sex with him is amazing!
Anytime!

"You're amazing, sweetie!  Shit!  I can't get over that.  It's more than
usual, huh?"

"I don't know," I laughed, "You make me cum like that all the time, I
think.  It's 'cause of you, you hot fucker.  I can't get enough of you."

"Shit, I don't have any kleenexes." Mark fumbled around thru the console
and I looked in the glove box.  It was too messy for him to try to lick up,
so he just smeared it around then licked his fingers.

"Don't worry about it." I said as I pulled up my underwear and pants and
zipped up.  "It's not like I haven't had my underwear full of jizz before
because of you!  I'll just clean up at home."

Mark started the car again and turned on the defroster full blast because
the windows were a little fogged up.  We sat there talking for a while as
the car heated up and the windows cleared.  My dick went in and out of
various stages of hardness, just looking at Mark, the hottest, coolest,
neatest, most amazing fucker on the planet.  I noticed it was almost 10:30
already, so we decided we'd better get going.

I just gave Mark a quick kiss goodnight in the driveway when he dropped me
off.  Once again, for selfish reasons I didn't want to get out of the car.
I wished he was coming in with me and we could just say "Hi" to Dad and
Keith, and they'd think nothing of it.  Then we could go up and take a
shower together for as long as we wanted.  We could kiss and play with each
other's dicks, balls and asses while the warm water ran all over us.  We
could run our soapy fingers in each other's cracks and lick each other's
rosebuds.  We'd rinse, then only slightly dry each other off and quickly
run in my room, getting in my little bed, naked and still a little wet.
We'd giggle and cuddle and kiss and fall asleep tangled up together... I
drifted off...

"...and blah, blah, blah, blah... right after school tomorrow, OK sweetie?
...Kev??  Kev??"

"I'm sorry... what were you saying??  I just sorta zoned for a minute..."

"Yeah, no shit!  I could tell you weren't listening to a word I said..."

"I was just thinking about something important."

"And I'm not important?" Mark wondered.

"Get real, Mark!  YOU were what I was thinking about!"

"Oops!  Sorry, sweetie!  Oh well, I just said even though we have rock
orchestra practice again, I gotta go home right after school tomorrow.  You
can come with me, we'll have something to eat, then we can go back to
practice at 6.  OK??"

"Yeah, it's fine.  Remind me tomorrow."

"OK, see ya tomorrow morning.  Luvya, sweetie!"

As he backed out of my driveway, I dropped my bookbag and ran back up to
the Jeep.  Mark rolled the window down.  "Wait!  Mark... hey... can we go
back to the library again tomorrow night?"

"Oh you little devil!  You're thinking the same thing I'm thinking!" Mark
smiled and winked at me, gave me a 'thumbs up' and sped away.  I watched
the taillights of the Jeep brighten as Mark put on the brakes at the end of
my street, then they faded away as he turned the corner.  I picked up my
backpack and went into the house through the garage.  Dad was in the
kitchen.  It was dim; only the under-cabinet lighting was on.

"You're kind-of late, aren't you, Kev?" Dad observed, without even looking
at me.

"Uhh, yeah, but I can explain..."

"Kevin," Dad was very firm with me.  "I expect you home on time, and if
that changes you need to call me, whatever the reason.  You have a cell
phone... you need to use it.  Are we together on this?"

"Yeah, Dad."  God, what now?  Somehow it's not gonna fly if I call Dad and
say I'm gonna be late because Mark and I want to go make out behind the
library.

"Are you hungry?  I know it's late, but there's plenty of food..."

"No, Dad, really, I'm OK.  I just ate something a little while ago, so
really, I'm not very hungry.  But thanks..." That gave me an idea.  "Dad,
like sometimes after practice, I know it's late and all, but Mark and I
just like to talk a little bit and goof off, or maybe get something to eat
then.  So, can we just set it up that I'll be home like at this time every
night there's practice?  It's really not a problem, see, and I got all my
homework done, so... would it be OK?"

"Well, I guess, but what I want you to understand is that whatever time you
say you're going to be home, that's what I expect.  Don't say you'll be
home at 9:00, then come walking through the door at 10:30.  If it's 10:30,
then it's 10:30...whatever... just do what you say you're going to do.
Clear?"

"Yeah, Dad." I started to run up the back steps, but ran back down.  "So
it's OK, Dad, that Mark and I hang out a little after practice?"

"Yeah, as long as I know..."

"Cool!" I ran back up the steps part-way, than came back down to the
kitchen.  "Love you, Dad!" and I gave him a big hug.  Then I really did go
upstairs.  I had to pee, but I poked my head in Keith's room to say hello.
Luckily, he spared me the insults and nasty smartass shit he usually says
to me, and was actually nice for a change.  Maybe he got laid.

I went in the bathroom, and pulled my pants and underwear down so I could
check out my genitals while I pissed.  My pubes were all gooey from the
half-dried cum-flood that Mark smeared around.  There was plenty of cum in
my underwear, too, sure to leave the familiar smells and stains that I'd be
too embarrassed for someone else to find.  I guess that means I better do
laundry tomorrow!

I shook the last drops of piss off my cock, played with my balls a little,
then zipped up and brushed my teeth.  It didn't occur to me that I didn't
even wash my hands until I had my fingers in my mouth and could taste that
drying, less-than-an-hour-old cum taste.  Mmmm!  I contemplated my sleeping
options: Sleep naked, sleep with clean underwear on, or sleep in the messy
pair I was already wearing.  That was my choice!  I decided to sleep
wearing the damp, smelly, cummy ones, and I couldn't wait to get into bed.
I didn't jack off in bed, either, since I had just gotten off a half-hour
ago.  I was so tired, but so happy.

The rest of the week went by pretty normal.  We got into a routine.  I say
that like it's something bad, but it's not.  I just mean we quickly
adjusted to a hectic, busy schedule doing the things we love.  Even though
we had band practice during the school day, we had the lengthy rock
orchestra sessions at night, thanks to our perfectionist music director,
Mr. Walters.  Plus we had the Wednesday and Saturday rehearsals at
Townsend's for our special group project.  Demanding and intense, we had to
be damn-near perfect for our late winter concert in early March, just eight
weeks away.  Our lives were consumed by music, which I love.  And I did
double-duty: My life was also consumed by Mark, whom I love!  So I was even
happier.

I had already cleared it with Dad that I'd be home later, like 10:30, on
the nights we had rock orchestra practices.  He knew Mark and I would be
together, talking and hanging out.  He just didn't know exactly what we
were doing and where.  But that was between Mark and me.  And I knew I had
to be home on time or face Dad's wrath, which was a very, very rare event.
I wouldn't let him down and I wouldn't let Mark down either.

So, yes, every night after rock orchestra practice, like clockwork, Mark
and I put the percussion instruments and equipment away, got our stuff,
then drove over to our own Lover's Lane... the darkened driveway behind the
library.  We'd kiss, lick, grope, feel, finger, moan, giggle, and even
scream.  But always in a matter of minutes our pants were unzipped and
least part-way down.  We'd suck each other off, jack each other off, jack
ourselves off...whatever it took to cum in each other's presence.  And we
always came prepared after that first time doing it there.  I mean, we made
sure we had plenty of kleenexes, or napkins from fast-food restaurants so
we could clean up our puddles of boy goo.  But swallowing each other's mess
was always fun and a few times we did have to mop up with our underwear
again.  Oh well.

Orchestra practices were going well.  We sounded great.  I was mesmerized
by Mark, watching him play marimba while I stood facing him at the vibes,
playing 'Love On A Train'.  He was so in to it, and I was so in to him
being in to it.  Hot!  I sorta tuned out everyone else in the orchestra;
almost fantasizing it was just Mark and me, alone.  No one else.

And our nightly sex ordeal over at the library.  We loved it.  So secluded,
so dark, so...dangerous!  And so hot!  Just Mark and me, alone.  No one
else...

(To be continued...)