Drummer Boys

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

Sincerely, Kevin.

Part 17.

I was silent, staring into Mark's eyes. And he asks me what I'm thinking about?? Right now?? So much was going through my mind... I had to say something.

"Lots of things," I finally whispered. "I'm thinking about lots of things right now. I only want to think about you... you and me..."

I slowed down a little bit. I didn't want to talk. What was I gonna say? What could I say?? Someday I'll know just the right thing to say and do. Someday.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Mark asked, still rubbing my inner thighs and fondling my balls.

"God yes, Mark, I want to do this... I love you, remember... this is all I wanna do, all the time, only with you, you know that..."

"I know, sweetie, I know. Just checking!" He began to probe my ass, and the sudden jab with his middle finger in my hole made me scream (with pleasure!)

I kissed Mark, and I kissed him hard. My animal instinct took over...it took control. I devoured his mouth and sucked his tongue. You know my dick has been hard 24/7, and I swear it's even gotten a little bit bigger since Mark and I started to...well, you know... started messing around. But it's never been quite this hard. I got back on top of him and I might have even hurt him. I was pressing my body into his, squeezing him so hard, everywhere, savagely. I was in control and out of control at the same time. And loving it.

At first, I did have fantasies and also some unsure thoughts. Not unsure about Mark or how much I love him or how much he loves me. But realistically, I know there's more to my world than just Mark and me. And we can't stay in that cabin alone forever, although I'd like to!

Umm... Nora was also on my mind. What am I gonna do about her? And Dad and Keith were on my mind, too. At some point, and I don't know when... I'm going to have to be up front with them about myself. And with others too, like at school, with friends, Mark's family... sooner or later Mark and I are not going to be able to sneak around about our relationship. Someday, we shouldn't have to. Someday, Mark and I are going to want everyone to know. Someday we're going to tell them all...then the whole world will know. Someday.

But now, this day... this night, it was just Mark and me. All of those thoughts went through my mind in an instant. And now I was able to concentrate. Sitting on top of Mark while he lay on the couch, I bent down and kissed him. I licked his neck and he rose up to meet me. We both had our hands all over each other, and then Mark licked his middle finger and ran it up and down my crack. It felt cool as he swirled it on my hot hole. Then he stuck it in again as far as he could, which made me squirt out a nice blob of clear precum. I scooped that up with my finger and put it up to his lips and mine. We licked it off my finger and kissed at the same time.

It was time. Mark turned around and got on his knees so I could fuck him from behind. He thought that would be easier. I reached down for the lube and tore open a condom and proceeded to fuck Mark's brains out. My dick seemed to go in him much more easily than his in me. We changed positions several times before I finally bent him over the arm of the couch and plowed into him once more. All this time he never complained that it hurt. I thought he was a little tight, but I remember it as feeling very warm, hot actually!

I pumped him pretty good as we screamed, moaned and grunted. We were both sweating and I was even drooling. I was so close to cumming, but I held off. I pulled out and flipped him over taking the condom off my dick as fast as I could. I opened my eyes only for a second and thought I saw a flicker of light, but thought oh hell, I'm seeing stars!

Mark's legs were over the arm of the couch and his back was on the seat cushion, his massive boner right in front of me, ready to grab. And he shot his wad the minute I took him in my left hand.

"Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh-yeah-oh-yeah-oh-yeah... mmmmmmmm... Ohhhhhhhhhhhh... oh-oh-oh-hhhhhhhhhhhhh.... I'm gonna cuuuu... uuuu... uuuuuum... uhhh... uhhh... hhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

And so did I, stroking myself with my right hand as soon as Mark was done. Except it took a while for him to get done! Now THAT was hot!!

This was unlike anything we had ever done, except the night before when Mark was fucking me. I felt so connected to him I wanted to stay like that forever. But it was a little clumsy and awkward, too. I'm not a good left-hander and I usually don't like to cum standing up, although I have. His jizz and mine were mixed and spattered all over his stomach and in his pubes, so there wasn't much of a mess. (Well, not quite. There were some spots on the couch we noticed that we had to clean up.)

I stood there, panting. Mark lay on the couch, out of breath as well. I sat down on the floor beside him and we just kept kissing, telling each other we loved each other. Mark continued to drip cum as his dick finally went soft. My hardon never completely went away, not for a long time. We finally got cleaned up, even though Mark smeared our loads on his stomach and chest and it had started to dry. So, we eventually got into bed, Mark spooning me from behind, and we fell asleep. I love the way he smelled.

The next morning I felt empty. Sad, really. Yet, at the same time, I also felt happier than I had ever been. I took every opportunity and used every excuse to touch Mark whenever and wherever I could. I wanted to stay in bed and fool around, and we did a little bit, but nothing major. Translation: we didn't cum! But it was great just touching and kissing and hugging and licking. But we knew we had to get our asses moving. At last, our morning wood subsided so we could pee. I really had to go.

After breakfast we showered (separately, believe it or not) and did the last of the work we had to do, including laundry, taking out the garbage, and spot-cleaning the couch, stuff like that. I couldn't believe it was our last day at the cabin. It was only Wednesday but it seemed like we had been there forever. I wish we had. It was hard to believe I'd be sleeping in my own bed tonight...without Mark in it. It was also hard to believe Christmas was this coming weekend, only a few days away.

I was packing my duffel bag when I heard a knock. Mark answered the door.

"Chief Grubek! Hi! Come in, what's going on?"

I was nervous. What was that bastard doing here?

"Just checking on you boys. Seein' that everything's alright, after last night..."

"...After last night?? What do you mean, Chief?" Mark asked.

"Well you know I know you boys had your girlfriends up here. Or, somebody's girlfriends. Haha!! I don't think your grandpa would appreciate that, now would he?"

Old Grubek was walking around the cabin, mainly in the kitchen and living room area.

"Wh...wha...what do you mean??" Mark had a slightly sarcastic tone.

Then the chief turned and looked him right in the face. "You know what I mean!! I was up here last night and heard all the carrying on! What'd you do? Pick up two young ladies in town and bring 'em up here for the night? They better not be hurt!"

Mark laughed. "Umm...you were here?? Last night??"

"Sure was...just checking things out."

Oh my God, could that have been the light I saw when I thought I was seeing stars? I bet it was. Jeez what did old Grubek see? That old peeping tom! Please tell me he didn't see me fucking Mark, please!

"Umm, Chief... You should have knocked. There was nothing going on, and there were no girls here. We didn't pick anyone up, and our girlfriends are back at home, so you must be mistaken."

"I know what was going on."

"We were watching a movie, that's what was going on. Then we went to bed. We were pretty tired after all the work we've been doing for my grandfather. We're leaving today, in fact, so we're pretty busy right now, packing up."

I saw Mark sorta bend down and pick something up off the floor and crumble it in his hand.

"Well I'm gonna keep an eye on you two, and If I there's any hanky-panky going on your grandfather will sure hear about it!"

"Thanks, Chief, but believe me, we weren't doing anything to be ashamed of. Now, we really do have to get going, but I'll tell grandpa you were here...Careful out there, Chief! See ya!" Mark practically shoved him out the door. I swear he is so smooth. Staying calm, making his point, getting rid of the chief. I wanna be just like him someday.

Mark shut the door and leaned his back against it and shot me that smile of his that can melt steel. Of course the smile was also part evil grin. My heart was beating, I was a nervous wreck. We've had enough encounters with the police lately and we haven't even done anything wrong. I hope that's it for a while, I'm done with the cops, hopefully.

"Close call sweetie!"

"What do you mean? Do you really think he saw what we were doing in here last night??"

"Look here." Mark opened his palm and showed me the crumpled condom wrapper.

"Oh shit!"

"Oh shit is right! Good thing I found it and got it before Grubek saw it first. Wasn't it your job to clean up the living room sweetie?" Mark teased.

"OK, OK, yeah it was, but I can't do everything you know! I'm not perfect."

"Alright, but I'm gonna make you pay!"

"Oh yeah?? How??"

"Well I know something you can do..."

"Yeah?? Like what??" I said in my half-smartass, half-joking tone.

"Well, you can fuck me one more time before we leave. That's what!"

"Uhhh... how 'bout if it's the other way around!!?? YOU fuck ME!!??"

"Uhhh...OK!! Deal!"

I think I like it like that better, Mark fucking me. I hope he does. I think he does.

So we were real careful not to make any big messes, especially since we had already cleaned up from the last couple of days. We also made sure we didn't leave any evidence behind. After we got dressed again we double checked the cabin and finished putting out stuff in the Jeep. Then it was time to leave. I think we kept stalling, at least I was. I kept trying to think of reasons why Mark and I should never leave. Someday we won't have to. Someday we won't. Someday.

I remember when Dad, Keith and I left Walt Disney World after out vacation there when I was about seven or eight. I kept looking out the back window of the car, my eyes fixed on Spaceship Earth, the big silver ball, not wanting to leave. That's what I did leaving the cabin. I looked out the back window of the Jeep as Mark drove down the driveway and out onto Moonbeam Road. I kept looking until the sight of the cabin faded away. And just like so many things with Mark... the first night I slept at his house... that night at the observation deck of the Empire State Building... and now at the cabin. I left something behind. I left part of me there and I took something away. I was different.

I kept moving around trying to get comfortable in the Jeep, by my ass sure was sore! I wanted to find out how Mark's ass felt, but I was a little embarrassed to ask him (why??) He popped in an 80's music cd he had made, the first song that played was "Just What I Needed" by the Cars. Yeah, Mark was just what I needed! The sun felt warm through the car windows, and by the time we got on the Thruway, heading south on I-87, I was sound asleep. I didn't wake up until just as we were crossing the Tappan Zee Bridge. From that angle looking south down the Hudson, the view of the Manhattan skyline was awesome. The skyscrapers all blend together to look like one big massive rock. Another forty-five minutes or so and we'd be home.

Traffic wasn't too bad through the Bronx and over the bridge into Queens, but once we got on the Long Island Expressway it was a slow-go because of rush hour. Mark dropped me off and gave me a quick kiss in the driveway. I hated to say goodbye, and he did, too, but I knew we were both exhausted. As usual, believe it or not, I got hard kissing him. I didn't want to get out of the car.

We sat silent for a moment. "Mark...thanks. What you did was awesome. I mean everything. Like the surprise going into the city, then the Empire State Building and all, and what you said, and the stuff we did at the cabin, I just...I just...how did this all ever happen?"

"It happened because I love you, that's why it happened."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." I wanted to tell him how much I loved him, but I just held it in. I leaned into him and we kissed again.

"Love ya, sweetie. Gotta go! I'll clear the way to go back to the cabin for New Year's and I'll call ya tonight."

"Cool!" I grabbed my stuff and went in the house through the garage. Dad and Keith were all excited to hear about everything Mark and I had done.

"Dude, tell us all about it! What'd you guys do up there?" My brother inquired.

"Oh, lots of stuff!" I told them some of what we did, making it sound like it was everything we did. Obviously I didn't tell them about everything! I didn't tell them we went into Manhattan, but I went on and on about what a good driver Mark is. I told them about all the snow and the jail, and how cool the cabin is and how dark it gets. And I made up a story about the bears. Dad knew I was joking, but I think Keith believed me. Yeah right!

"You're kidding! Keith said, wide-eyed. "You actually fought off a bear with a chain saw?? Shit, Kev, you're brave! What a man! I'm proud of ya, little dude! I didn't know you had it in you!"

OK, Keith knew I was bull-shitting. But if he only knew what I really had in me at that cabin! I'll never tell! Well... maybe someday.

I did tell Dad and Keith about all of us going back for New Year's and about going skiing. Keith was excited about that and Dad said it was alright with him. The three of us sat around for the longest time, just shooting the shit, laughing and talking. That took my mind off of not being with Mark. I was sort-of going through withdrawal. I knew it would be rough later tonight when it was time for bed, and I'd have to sleep alone. I guess I'd just have to improvise and use my imagination. My old friend the drumstick would have to sub for Mark!

We ate, then Mark called and said we were on for New Year's, it was cool with his grandparents and his mom and dad. They would be there too, just like he thought. He said he told Lisa, I said I told Mark. We agreed that I'd invite Nora and he'd call Townie, maybe Eric too. He also told me his grandpa was sending both of us a check for a hundred bucks. Not bad! Old Grandpa Graham can pay me anytime to be alone with his grandson!!

I was so excited when Mark called. It made me feel better, hearing his voice, but I still missed him terribly. Even though I'd only been away from him less than three hours. I'm so hooked on him. Waaaay more than ever before.

We managed to get through the rest of the week, all leading up to Christmas. Even though I hate to shop, I hung out with Mark, Townsend and Eric Thursday and we went to the mall. I had to buy a few gifts, like for Dad, Keith, and of course Mark. And Nora.

Speaking of Nora, she and I hung out Friday night after she got done working. We went shopping too. I was getting to know the mall better than I wanted to. Mark and his parents and sister were having a Christmas get-together with Mrs. Graham's side of the family, and he said he'd hook up with us later that night. Amy was having a little impromptu Christmas party Friday night so we all ended up at her house. We talked about New Year's and everyone was pumped.

I know Christmas is a time to be with families, and it's not that I didn't want to be with mine. But I did want to be with Mark, too, so we managed to be together a while Saturday, which was Christmas Eve. Mark was at my house in the afternoon and we just goofed around a little, but in the evening I went to their house with Keith and we exchanged our gifts.

Mrs. Graham seemed a little tipsy. Maybe that's why she was nicer to me than usual. God, she hugged and kissed Keith and me and said we were like part of their family, and she was so glad we came over, why didn't we bring Dad, maybe we should call him and have him come over too...on and on. She wanted us to drink eggnog, eat Christmas cookies, take some home...she wouldn't stop. I had enough of that shit, and just then some friends of theirs that Mr. Graham works with got there. That took some of the attention off of us, so Mark motioned for us to go to his room. Keith, Lisa and Mr. and Mrs. Graham stayed in the family room with their guests.

Mark shut the door and locked it. He leaned me up against the door and kissed me hard, one of those never-ending kisses of his. Mmmmm! I wanted to have sex, because you know it hade been what...like three days? But we knew we really couldn't do it then, with a house full of company. But that didn't stop me from putting my hand down his jeans and giving his ass a good going-over. He did the same, giving my hard dick a good squeeze and my nuts a nice firm tug. All of that with our tongues in each other's throats.

"That's torture, you know," I said smiling. "You know how bad I want that dick of yours in my mouth and you won't let me do anything now. It's torture."

"I'm sure you'll handle things by yourself Kev." "Umm, yeah. Guess I'll have to! I'll call you when I do."

Then Mark got a present from under his bed. I had one for him that I put on his dresser when we first got in his room.

"You go first." He said.

"OK, it's not much, but I hope you like it...er...well, them..."

We sat on his bed and I handed the gift to Mark. I was nervous, afraid he'd think it was dumb. He tore open the paper, and took the engraved pair of drumsticks out of the long, narrow box, carefully looking at each one. He just looked down, motionless for a moment.

"8-15-05 on one and 12-18-05 on the other...the day at band practice when we met for the first time, and the day we said we loved each other..." Mark held the sticks to his chest. "I love you Kevin. Thank you."

OK, by now, the crybaby that I am, I was fighting back tears. He handed me the present for me to open. I anxiously ripped the box open, wrestling with endless tissue paper around a 3-part picture frame. I was speechless. There were three pictures of Mark and me I had never seen before. One was of Mark and me at band practice, both, of course playing our snares. The other was taken at X-tremeZone when we were playing Laser Space-Out (I should say when Mark beat my ass at Laser Space-Out!). And the third picture really got to me. It was the one they take of you at the Empire State Building whe you get to the top. I barely remember them taking it and I don't remember Mark buying it. But I was a little nervous that day. Tomorrow will be a week. A whole week.

"Mark, these are so awesome! I never saw these before. They're just us, and it's so cool you did this. They mean something... so special. Thanks!"

"Do you like it?"

"Yeah, I love it! But you did have to remind me of how bad I am at laser tag!"

"Oops! Sorry!"

We kissed again and decided to go back out with the rest of his family and have some of those cookies. I skipped the eggnog. I also decided I better not show anyone the pictures Mark gave me, especially because it would be difficult to explain the one taken at the Empire State Building. I thought I'd just put it away in my room and use it for jack-off material.

And that's what I did. Later that night, after Keith and I got home and I went to bed, I called Mark to thank him again. I beat off looking at the pictures while we were on the phone, making him listen. When he figured out what I was doing he started talking to me dirty, which I loved, and that got me even more excited. I was careful not to splatter any jizz on the picture frame. After I was done I could hear Mark still moaning, then his orgasmic explosion happened a second later.

"You are such a fucking perv, Kevin!"

"Yeah, well, it sure turned you on didn't it??!!"

"You got me there, sweetie. Merry Christmas."

"Yeah, Merry Christmas to you too."

"Love you, Kev. Goodnight."

"I love you, too, Mark."

I cleaned up my little mess... well, OK, my big mess, and sat cross-legged on my bed, naked, looking at the pictures Mark gave me, just re-living almost every moment of my life from the middle of August until now. The flashes of memory: Mark looking so hot in band, the stuff we did hanging out after football games. Mark and me walking home from school, and being together at practices and the auditions. Dealing with all the fucking shit Emily caused. Nora. Arlo. Townsend and those shoes. My drumsticks and the condoms... all the sex... my God, the sex. And the cabin... my God, the cabin.

Then I remembered how earlier I thought I'd better put the pictures away, so no one would see them, so I wouldn't have to explain. I'd hide them and keep them to myself, only for private use. But then I thought, no... I want to put them out... right there on the table beside my bed, out in the open. I'm proud of those pictures and what they represent. I want to show them off. So what if anyone asks about the story behind them, or why they're important... For now, they can wonder.

Someday I won't have to worry about what anyone asks. Someday I won't have to be afraid of what to say. Someday I'll tell them. Someday.

(To be continued...)