Date: Wed, 18 Apr 2007 07:35:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Kevin Carson <kc.drummerboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Drummer Boys - Part 23

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 everyone who has written to me.  I really appreciate your
comments/feedback and questions about this story.  My email is:
kc.drummerboy@yahoo.com.

Sincerely, Kevin.

Part 23.

It's all making sense now.  I sort-of remember Mrs. DeMarco working at the
main desk in the library; she's like a supervisor or something.  But,
believe me, it's not like we know each other well.  It's one of those
"where-have-I-seen-that-person-before" kind-of things.  I'm probably as
vaguely familiar to her as she is to me, although I'm sure Emily has
pointed me out to her, or at least described me.  The sad part is, those
two witches think they know the real me, but they don't have a clue.  Huh,
the real me and what they think they know... light years apart.  Yup,
that's the sad part.

Now that I think about it, she's not a bad looking woman, Mrs. DeMarco.
Slender, maybe in her late forties.  I guess I remember her smiling and
being in a nice-enough mood, the few times I've seen her.  But what the
hell do I know?

What I'd really like to figure out is how she could have such an ugly,
skanky bitch for a daughter.  And mean, too!  They have to be in cahoots
together, against me.  It's a conspiracy, I can tell.  It may seem like
Mrs. DeMarco is nice, at least to the public, while she's at the library,
but my suspicion is that she's every bit the bitch her daughter is.  After
all, she did get bounced out of Walgreens the day Emily spilled the
Mountain Dew all over the place and tried to blame it on me.  How did Arlo
put it??  "...I saw that and I threw her ass outta here, and her mama,
too... Told 'em don't come back!"  See, they really are haggy old bitches.
Both of them.  And then some!

I called Mark.  My nerves had gotten the better of me, and I paced back and
forth on the sidewalk, rolling my eyes, thinking, "Come on, damn
it... answer the phone..." I was impatient.

Finally, he answered, on the third ring.  "Hey sweetie!  What's up?"

"Mark, come and get me, I'm at the library."

"You're a little early aren't you?"

"Just get here.  Now, please!  I'm waiting out front."

"What's going on?  You sound out of breath."

"Just get here, OK?  Hurry!"

I waited out by the curb, freezing my ass off, and sure enough Mark pulled
up a few minutes later.  "Hop in," he said, as he flipped open the door
from the inside. "You're as white as a ghost, sweetie.  What-the-fuck??"

"You got here really fast.  I owe you a blowjob or something."

"Seriously, what's wrong?" Mark wondered.

"It's Emily-Bitch-DeMarco... That's what's wrong."

"Now what has she done?  Did she do something to you?  I swear I'll..."

"No.  She didn't do anything, actually..." I interrupted.  "OK, I saw her.
Back there.  She even waved to me.  What does she want from me?  It's like
she's stalking me or something."

"I dunno... maybe she is." Mark said, grinning.

"Well, I figured out why it seems like I... or, we... run into her at the
library all the time.  Her mother works there.  Emily drops her off and
picks her up.  Sometimes the bitch even sits and waits."

"You're kidding!  Jeez!  Imagine that... her mom really works there?  At
the library?"

"Yeah, you'll know who she is.  I'm sure you've seen her, like at the main
desk.  And you know she's the one who complained to Mr. Hartman about me.
She must be a fucking royal dumbass to believe Emily."

"Yeah sweetie, but... I'm not defending her or anything, but... Emily is
her daughter.  Of course she's going to believe her."

Even though I knew Mark was right, I glared at him in contempt. (Yeah
right, LOL!)  "I can't believe you said that.  You fucker, you're probably
part of their little conspiracy to get me.  That's it!!  Let me out right
here!!"  I acted like I was going to open the car door...

"No!  No, sweetie, don't get out..." Mark caught my smile.  Yes, I was
upset about seeing Emily, but Mark makes the bad go away so fast.  I mean,
I felt better already, the second I heard his voice on the phone.  And when
I saw the Jeep pull up... and when I got in it and saw his face.  And when
he leaned toward me and I felt his body heat and smelled his scent... and
his breath...

When I get crazy, Mark makes me sane again.  Just him.  "She makes me
sick," I ranted, "Sicker than a dog!"

"Calm down... just... calm down."

"Shit!" I said.  "I gotta renew this book, that's the whole reason I went
there in the first place.  I just flipped out when I saw them, and I called
you, but I guess I can do it later."

"Give it to me.  We'll go back and I'll get it renewed for you." Mark
offered.  He's doing so much for me, I guess he's really racking up the
blowjobs!

I finally did calm down, and got my shit together, after we got to
Townsend's and practiced.  I was actually getting into rehearsing with such
talented musicians, especially Townsend playing piano and singing "Red
Hot".  He's really good, better than Robert Gordon, actually, the guy who
really sings it.  Not bad for a rockabilly tune, which really isn't my
favorite.  But it's fun.  The Kramers' guitar playing was outstanding, and,
well Eric on bass made for an excellent rhythm section with Mark and me
banging the drums (and each other!).  The whole thing was hot!  I
definitely felt we were ready for our performance, which was less than a
month away.

Mrs. Miller yelled down that she left money for pizza, and that she was
going to the airport all the way out in Islip to pick up Townsend's dad.
His company's jet flies a shuttle to Pittsburgh and back every day, and
Mr. Miller had been away there for a few days on business.  I guess he
stayed over an extra day to visit Townsend's brother Christian, who goes to
Carnegie Mellon.  She said they'd be going out to dinner and would be home
late.

After the pizza we all just b-s'd awhile, and I guess about eight o'clock
Mark and I left to go back to my house.  Eric and the Kramers were still at
Townsend's.  Jeez, Mark and I were the party poopers that night!  (Actually
we made our own party, LOL!)  When we got home, Keith was just leaving to
go out with Lisa, and told me that Dad was having dinner (just
dinner... not really a "date") with Ms. Kirsch, the psychologist at school.
I had a feeling those two hit it off, but Dad insisted it was only casual,
that they had a few things in common.

I was OK with that, them having dinner.  I guess I just didn't realize they
had been talking about other things... like, things other than, well, me.
I sat at the breakfast bar a minute, thinking.  Why hadn't Dad told me up
front that he was going out with Ms. Kirsch.  They must have been talking
quite a while, because the 'incident' at school when they met was back in
November, and then with the holidays and stuff.  Was Dad keeping this from
me for some reason?  I hope there wasn't anything wrong with our
relationship.  I wanted it to be that Dad and I could tell each other
everything.  Well... almost everything.  I guess I answered my own
question.

"You know what?" I told Mark, "It's cool if my Dad goes out with Ms. Kirsch
and all, I guess.  I just don't want them getting married or anything, and
her moving into our house.  That'd be weird, you know?"

"Look, Kev... just chill out, dude... they're only going out to dinner,
that's it... just dinner, for the first time.  Don't worry, I don't hear
any wedding bells, OK??  Don't jump to conclusions for God's sake!"

"I know, I know.  You're right (as usual).  But why didn't he tell me they
were getting together?  Why did I have to hear about it like it's no big
deal, from Keith of all people?"  I must have still looked a little bummed
because I got the much-welcomed arm-around-my-shoulders from Mark.

That little tongue-lashing he gave me wasn't the only tongue action I got.
He put his lips to mine and gave me a long, wet, deep kiss.  It took two
seconds to realize we had the house to ourselves, at least for a little
while.  We kissed on the back steps, actually laying down on them.  Check
it out, it was hot making out on the steps in the dark like that.  At one
point I was upside down with my feet up, almost on the middle landing, and
my head in Mark's lap, giving him head.  We stopped there, for a moment,
but got upstairs in the hallway, lights still off.  I went down on him
again.  Mark was leaning against the wall, just outside my room, while I
took off his shoes and got his jeans down around his ankles.  The whole
time I was sucking his pole and kissing his nuts.  He stepped out of his
jeans and boxers, and looked so hot naked from the waist down with his
t-shirt touching the top of his ass.  He grabbed his stuff and we went into
my room, falling on the bed, liplocked.

He opened my shirt and started licking and sucking on my nipples.  As he
un-did my jeans, he slid his hand in my underwear through the leg opening
and was jacking me with my underwear still on.  The elastic waistband was
rubbing against the head of my cock and it felt great.  We kept up that
pace... the kissing, nibbling, sucking.  Slurping on every body part,
taking each other just to the brink.

Then, we did take each other over the edge.  Actually, I took Mark over it
twice.  I gave him his promised, and much-deserved, blowjob.  He let his
head hang over my bed while I straddled him and sucked his dick like a
wildman.  I gave his balls a nice gentle squeeze, then felt them draw up
inside his sac.  He screamed, "Ahhhhhh, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," a
half-second before he flooded my mouth.  His stomach heaved as he cried out
incoherently, and sprayed several streams of his warm semen on my lips and
tongue.  There was no use trying to wipe up the strings of precum dripping
from my own piss slit.

We sort-of started laughing as we hugged and kissed.  Although I swallowed
most of Mark's milky treat, there was still a little bit of it on my chin,
and he licked it off.  We sat up, cross-legged on my bed, facing each
other, still kissing.  Our noses and foreheads were touching, and we were
both still very, very hard.

"You're fucking amazing, Kevin.  I hope you know that."

"Shut up!  You're making me blush!"

We sat there, face to face, smooching, staring into each other's eyes (Mark
has those piercing eyes), just laughing and talking.  We had a very open
conversation about our sex life.  I point-blank asked him if he ever
thought about having sex with another guy.  Like, I know we've told each
other before that we're the only ones for each other, but I wondered if
Mark was ever interested in, or had a crush on, anyone else, before me.  I
don't know why I asked; deep down I knew the answer.  He told me never,
that I was it.  I told him the same, although I admitted I sort-of
wondered... but not fantasized...  about other guys.  I meant that I was
sometimes curious about what they do, sexually and otherwise, and if they
love each other as much as Mark and I do.  He gave me a blank look, but
said he understood what I meant.

I also confessed to Mark that if I didn't have him, I would be content just
to jack off a couple of times a day.  Well, maybe three times day.  I
kind-of did that anyways, LOL!  I also told him that it really turned me on
having my finger deep in his ass while sucking or jacking him off, and
having his asshole squeeze my finger when he cums.  Telling him that, I got
a little warm and tingly.  And it made him blush a little bit.  We sat
there for the longest time, telling each other the little sex-secrets about
what we like to do to each other, and what other things we'd like to do.  I
thought, but didn't tell him, that sometime soon, I'd treat him to the
drumstick.

I noticed our dicks were still semi-hard.  Mark said he had to piss, and I
quickly ran downstairs, still naked, and grabbed us both a Code Red.  We
got back on the bed, resuming our same cross-legged positions and talked
some more.  Our knees were touching, our foreheads were touching, and
instinctively we were smooching and rubbing each other's nipples.  We
giggled as we both looked down at our now-fully erect cocks, both pointing
straight up and throbbing.

Our kisses once again got longer, wetter, deeper and more intense.  Even a
little clumsy, sometimes accidentally hitting each other's teeth.  Mark
grabbed my cock, and I started playing with his.  It was wild, jacking each
other off ... our fists pumping each other's stiff rods, fast and furious,
while we both alternately cried out squeaky "uhh's" and "ahh's" and ohh's".
We kissed, jacked, screamed and squealed, and pulled our smooth, hairless
sweaty chests close together.  I felt around under Mark's balls, and the
heat from his asshole on my fingers sent me over the top.  And him too.  We
were out of control.

Then the hottest, most amazing thing happened: We came at the same time.
That is such a fucking awesome thing to have happen, I can't describe it.
We knew we were gonna blast at the same time, it was so incredible that
Mark was ready to shoot again, so much so soon.  I could feel his dick get
a little bigger around in my hand, and my own cock began to pulse and throb
just seconds before we spurted our hot gooey liquid love all over
ourselves.  We were both sweating, rubbing our faces, licking each other's
cheeks, lips and necks.  We kissed again, hands still around each other's
creamsticks.

I reached for the Kleenexes; it took about eight or nine to clean it all
up.  We laughed the whole time we were wiping each other off.  "I'll never
get it all out of my pubic hair," Mark laughed."

"Oh well, it'll dry!"  The smell of our fresh cum sorta lingered in my room
for awhile, and we finally got dressed again, somewhat.  We heard Dad come
home, and went downstairs to talk to him.  I was dying to find out how his
date... or, "just dinner", was.

"It was nice." Dad seemed like he had a really good time.  "Debra is... a
lot of... fun!"  I could tell my Dad was happy, so that made me happy, too.
At some point I wanted to talk to him about what I wondered about before.
He said goodnight, and Mark and I had a little snack.  We watched TV
awhile, then went back up to my room.

It was well after midnight, so we didn't fool around any more that night
since we were both pretty tired.  We only kissed and hugged in my small
twin bed.  Even though we had our underwear on, I was hard, and I made sure
Mark knew it.  What a surprise.  I pressed it into the crack of his ass, as
I spooned him from behind.

And Sunday was just another day to hang out, and do nothing.  Well, we did
sneak kisses and grabbed each other's crotches a lot, when no one was
looking.  We were always fully-clothed, of course!

Back at school on Monday, the week started off usual and normal.  Busy, but
controlled.  And no room for anything to get fucked up.  We were
overscheduled, so things had to go like clockwork.  But that never happens;
something had to get fucked up.  On Thursday, Mother Nature played a little
weather game: a huge winter storm hit the whole northeast, dumping almost
two feet of snow from Philadelphia to Boston.  We were right in the middle
of it, and everything was shut down.  Schools were closed Friday, and
needless to say there were no music practices, not even at Townsend's on
Saturday.  We were all too busy digging out of, and playing in... the snow!
The only thing was, it was windy, too, so the snow kept drifting.
Everything was basically closed down all weekend.

Saturday, Mark's family got a phone call with bad news from Connecticut.
Apparently, old Mr. Graham, Mark's grandfather, had a heart attack while
shoveling snow, and was in the hospital.  His grandmother said it wasn't
serious, but they were keeping him in for a while for tests and possible
surgery.  It was decided that, because of the weather, Mark, Lisa and their
parents would go next weekend, after the weather cleared and they knew
more.

By the following Monday, most of the roads were in better shape and it
warmed up quite a bit.  We were back at school, but I was getting to like
the three-day weekends.  It didn't matter if they were because of holidays
or bad weather... a day off is a day off!  And actually, by the following
Thursday, one week after that big snowstorm, it was all gone.  I mean
all... gone...!  Not a trace.  Even where there were once big piles of snow
where they plow the parking lots...gone!  It all melted away just as fast
as it had fallen seven days before.  No one would have ever believed we had
that much snow just a week ago.  Then Friday it got a lot colder.  I mean
really cold.  Like "zero degrees" cold.

So after that little snag everyone was back on schedule and ready for
President's Day weekend.  We had been practicing our asses off in rock
orchestra.  I had my part memorized on vibraphone for "Love On A Train".  I
was playing snare on "His Honor" by Henry Fillmore in concert band and Mark
was playing tympani.  He was so serious about it, a real pro.  But that's
the way Mark is with everything he does.  He's the ultimate.  He's my boss.

The good news was that his grandpa was going to be OK, and would be
released from the hospital Friday or Saturday, but their family would go
see him in Danbury Sunday and maybe stay over night.  They'd come back
Monday since it was the holiday.  And that wouldn't interfere with our
plans to see 'Beauty and the Beast'.  On the surface Mark seemed fine, but
deep down I knew he was worried.

Hanging out as usual on Friday night, we talked with Nora and Amy, and
decided we'd pick them up at Amy's at three o'clock sharp Saturday.  The
bus leaves Broadway Mall at 4:00, we'd get into the city by five, if not
before.  That'd give us a good three hours to have dinner and get to the
theater.  Nora had that all planned out too.

"Guys, we gotta go to this new restaurant in Chinatown called Wang
Wang... my mom was just there and said it was sooo good... you guys do like
Chinese food don't you??"

"Yeah, we love it!" the three of us answered in unison.

"The only thing is it's pretty far down there and back so we'll have to
move our asses when we get there."

Saturday everything was on schedule.  The bus was waiting right between
IKEA and the parking garage, so it was convenient to park there.  Since we
were a little early, we got seats toward the back.  I'm glad they were
those big comfortable ones that even recline a bit.  I sat with Nora, and
Mark and Amy sat in the same row, across the aisle.  But we were all able
to talk, so that was good.  We laughed the whole time and the next thing we
knew we were going up the steep circular ramps into the Port Authority.  It
was exactly 5:05 when we got down to the street.

I'm glad Nora knows the subway system, because I don't have a clue.  We got
down in the station, bought our farecards and only had to wait a few
minutes.  The subway car was pretty full, but Amy, Nora and I were lucky
enough to get seats.  Mark had to stand, darn it, right with his beautiful
crotch in my face.  We got to Canal Street, and only had to walk a few
blocks in the freezing cold to the restaurant.  My teeth were chattering; a
good kiss from Mark would certainly warm me up.

Wang Wang was such a cool place.  It's sort-of modern inside, everything is
bright orange and cobalt blue.  Dinner was great if you're into Chinese.
Those guys all had some kind of ding-dong or ping-pong shrimp, I dunno.  I
stay away from stuff I can't pronounce, so I just had fried rice.  Anyway,
it was entertaining how the chef cooked everything in a big wok that he set
up right next to our table.  For me, the highlight of Wang Wang wasn't the
décor or the food... it was my fortune cookie.  I didn't tell anyone what
mine said, but when Amy and Nora went to the restroom I showed Mark.  It
said "Someone you love loves you."  He read it and kissed me, right there,
in the restaurant.  People could see.  Nora and Amy didn't, thank God.  But
he kissed me.  And I was weak at the knees.

"It's true, sweetie, it's true."  That kiss, and his killer smile, didn't
keep my knees from shaking.

The four of us shivered our way back to the subway station, and I guess I
was still somewhat euphoric, not really paying much attention to my
surroundings.  I was the last to go through the turnstile to get to the
platform, and just as I was half-way through, some woman tapped me on the
shoulder.  I stopped and turned to see what she wanted, but she couldn't
speak English.  I couldn't get through the turnstile and I kind-of yelled
at her.  I think she was trying to apologize to me, but whatever.  Good
luck finding an attendant or security person.  So I had to buy another
farecard.  I know it's only a couple of bucks, but still.

Mark, Amy and Nora were laughing, calling me "Macaulay Culkin, Lost in New
York."  "Screw you guys!" I shot back.  "Did you see that woman?  She's
crazy!  A real nut case!  She was probably trying to steal my wallet!"

"Yeah, right, rockstar.  Whatever you say." Mark said, still laughing with
them.  Nora put her arm around me and gave me a loose, but comforting, hug.
In my thoughts I threatened not to give Mark any blowjobs tonight.  Funny
how I really had no intention of keeping that little promise!

So the city was noticeably crowded, despite the near-zero temperatures.  I
think people were just happy all the snow was gone and they were all dying
to get out and about.  We got to the Lunt Fontanne Theater on 46th Street
and found our way to our seats.  To my surprise, the audience was a real
mix of people, not a million eight-year-old girls like I originally
thought.  There were families, old people, young couples, kids our age,
guys and girls, just like us.  So it was all OK.

My nerves were a little more calm, and although 'Beauty and the Beast' was
excellent, my mind was still back at Wang Wang, thinking about Mark kissing
me there.  During intermission, the girls went to the
restroom... again... and that's when I told Mark I couldn't believe he
kissed me in the restaurant.  But, I was glad he did, and I told him so.

We left the theatre, I guess maybe around 10:30, I'm not sure.  The bus was
supposed to depart at 11:05, so we had to hoof it to get back to the Port
Authority.  Actually it wasn't that difficult.  We practically ran down 8th
Avenue because it was so damn cold and windy.  No problem, except the bus
station is so dingy.  Luckily the bus was there and we were able to board,
even though we had to sit and wait about fifteen minutes before we left.
Better than out in the cold!  This time, for the ride home, Mark and I sat
together and Amy and Nora sat across the aisle.  I checked my phone.  No
messages.  Mark didn't have any, either; I guess that's a good sign.

The bus driver made good time getting us back to Hicksville.  Mark didn't
say a lot during the ride.  I think he was just worried about his
grandfather, but he perked up a little when we were talking about the show.
I have to admit, much to my surprise, it was fantastic.  The special
effects were amazing, especially for a live performance.

We pulled into the Broadway Mall a few minutes before midnight.  We took
the girls straight to Amy's house since Nora was spending the night there.
They invited us in, but Mark declined, speaking for the both of us.  I was
glad we went, and I thanked Nora for suggesting it.

"Well, happy Valentine's Day, guys!" Amy said.

"Yeah," I replied, as I looked at Mark, shrugging my shoulders.

Nora thanked us.  "Sorry about your grandpa, Mark.  Be careful.  I hope
everything's OK."

"Thanks, Nora," Mark said.  "Well, you guys have a great rest-of-
the-weekend.  See ya Tuesday!"

We all said "goodnight."

As soon as Mark and I got back in the Jeep he hit me with the "Valentine's
Day" remark.

"Honest, Mark, I don't know why she said that.  Believe me, I'm sorry.  She
wasn't supposed to say that.  I guess I owe you another blowjob." I smiled.

I wanted to be alone with Mark right then.  Even though it was late and I
knew he had to get up to go to Connecticut the next day.  As much as I
always depend on him and need to be with him, it was my turn to be
supportive.  So I just wanted us to be alone to let him know that.  Well,
he does know it, but I wanted to say it.  That I love him and I want to be
there for him, because I know how much his grandfather means to him.

"I know it's late and all, and you gotta get up early, but I don't want to
go home yet," I told Mark.

"I don't either, sweetie.  Let's just hang out and talk for awhile... OK?"

"OK!  The library??" I asked.

"Yup, that's our place!"

So Mark drove us there, to "our place".  We kept the motor running, and sat
and talked.  That's right, we just talked.  Nothing more, at first.  But
then he kissed me again, and that did it.  I couldn't resist.  I opened
Marks pants as fast as I could, savagely pulling his underwear down far
enough to expose his cock and take it into my mouth.  I licked his stiff
shaft and sucked on his balls and licked behind them.  Mark had my pants
open, too, and his hands were in them, gently feeling every inch of me.
Gradually they were down around my knees and we worked ourselves into an
improvised 69 position.

The heated seats were semi-reclined.  Mark was on his back, while I had my
head over him, kissing his stomach and sniffing his pubic hair.  I had the
entire length of him in my mouth, while I searched for his asshole with my
left hand.  I thought I was in heaven, but... what the hell do I know?

"Shit!!  Get off me!!  Get your pants up!!  FUCK!!!  Come on. Hurry it up!!
Mark fumbled to get out from under me and get himself back together...
so... so... abruptly.

"What??  What's going on??  Why's it so bright??  What the fuck??  OH
GOD!!!!  NO!!!!"  I screamed.  I scrambled.  No use.  The last thing I
needed was to be staring into the blinding white light of the flashlights
of two Nassau County cops.

(To be continued...)