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 12.
I stood outside in the driveway for quite a while. The taillights on Mark's mom's Jeep disappeared long before the hardness in my pants went away. I finally went inside and made some hot chocolate, and sat in the dark at the kitchen table to drink it when Keith walked in from the garage.
"Hey, want some?"
"Shit, you scared me you little fuck." Keith sort-of jumped since I startled him. But then he hugged me. "What is that?"
"Just hot chocolate. There's more, if you want it."
"Yeah, I'll have some, thanks."
"So what did you and Lisa do tonight?"
Keith didn't answer me. I asked again, and once more he didn't answer. He turned and looked at me like he was going to say something, but only gave me a blank look, his eyes wide and his mouth half-open. Then I realized why he didn't answer.
"Oh. OH!! Oh My God! I thought you already..."
"Kevin, don't tell anyone, I mean don't say anything to Mark, of all people, please..."
"Shit! I mean, I thought you...are you...is she...OK??"
"Yeah, she wasn't drinking or anything, it just sort-of happened. Her parents were at some wedding and we were fooling around and we kind-of went a little far. Thank God I was armed, know what I mean. We just couldn't stop. Fuck, she cried too."
"Oh Jesus, is Lisa alright now?"
"Yeah, she's fine, we went out driving around for a long time afterward. I just dropped her off a few minutes ago and Mark was pulling in. God only knows what they're talking about right now."
"I don't think they'll be having the same conversation as this, that's for sure."
"I don't know, they're pretty close, but still, don't you say anything, and even if Mark ever brings it up, play dumb. Got that??" Keith begged.
"Yeah, its cool." I said. "Keith, was it different this time?"
"Yeah, it was, Kev. The other times I've had sex it was with drunk bitches, and it was just sex. Like, whatever. Bragging rights, I guess, just so I could say I did it. I probably had a better time beating off. But this time with Lisa, I dunno, I think it was her first time and it was just different..."
I started to get hard again, not because of the thoughts about sex with girls, or even Lisa in particular. But it was the thought of me having sex with Mark that turned me on. And I know this might be kind-of sick sounding, but the thought of my brother having sex was a turn-on too! It's not like Keith and I have any kind of sexual relationship, like we don't do anything with or to each other, but I gotta say he is a hottie. That sounds conceited I know, since he and I look so much alike. And I don't think that I'm hot, although I'm not a freak show or anything. But my body's OK, a little on the thin side, white and pretty much hairless. Not exactly macho or anything, but I'll get there. Someday. Hopefully.
But yeah, visualizing Keith naked with a big throbbing hardon, his balls hanging loose, imagining him making different sounds, dripping precum, maybe fingering his ass, shooting his wad...oh my God!!! Yuuuuuuuuccccckkkkk!!! My brother isn't supposed to turn me on like this!!! Noooooooooo!!! What's happening to me???
Well anyways, even if I did want to get it on with Keith, I'm sure he wouldn't have any interest in me. I honestly don't want to have any visual of him for my jack-off material. Or Townsend either, for that matter. That's a lie. I would like to jack off to images of Keith and Townsend together!!! God I am so perverted. Damn! I'd love to see all of them unload.
Keith was talking and I wasn't paying complete attention to him. We finished our hot chocolate and went up the back steps. Keith went first and even though it was dark I had a nice view of his ass. We said goodnight and he hugged me again in the hall before we went to our rooms.
Sunday morning Keith slept in, but I got up early. After my morning wood subsided I put my boxer-briefs on, went to the bathroom to piss and wash my face, then threw a blanket over my shoulders and went downstairs wearing only my underwear and the blanket. Dad was up and made coffee and I had a cup. The TV was on some remodeling show and I just sat there awhile like a vegetable. It was later than I thought when the phone rang. I answered and it was Mark. I perked up.
"Dude, let's go play laser tag or something, then I gotta go to the mall."
"OK, sounds good."
"Yeah, and I guess I should get my tux, too."
"OK."
"I'll pick you up in half an hour."
"Shit, I better get ready! See ya!" I was sitting cross-legged on the couch, and as soon as I heard Mark's voice on the phone I got hard as a rock. My flagpole stuck straight up, with the head of my dick peeking out of the top of the elastic waistband of my underwear. I don't think Dad noticed but I sure as hell was glad I had that blanket to hide my hard dong. So I went back upstairs and showered. Even though I was pressed for time I managed to have a quick wank before I got in the shower thinking about the blowjob Mark gave me last night and about the one I was planning on giving him today! This time I shot my wad in the palm of my left hand and licked up every drop instead of shooting on the bathroom floor and mopping up with toilet paper or kleenexes. I had a strong urge to taste my own juice for breakfast, LOL!
I got downstairs just as Mark pulled in the driveway and honked. "Later, Dad!" I heard a "Be careful" as I ran out the door and hopped in Mark's mom's Jeep. Mark and I just sat there for a moment beaming at each other and I even got a little bit red in the face, thinking about what we did last night, right there in my driveway in the front seat of the Jeep.
"Back at the scene of the crime!" I laughed. "Just wait, fucker. We might have to do a crime scene re-enactment!"
"Promise??!!" Mark asked.
"Damn straight!" we giggled as we sped off to X-tremeZone. Mark takes laser tag and paint ball, all that stuff seriously. I totally suck at it, but its fun and I was with him, that's all that mattered to me. Instead of actual laser tag we played 2 rounds of Laser Space-Out, which you're like sitting in your own space ship with a phaser gun and you have to shoot real fast at these constantly moving laser darts, and you gotta be really precise. That would not be me. And shooting real fast, that has a funny meaning to me, LOL! I was a little hungry after playing.
"OK if we go to The Source? I want to get a shirt at Old Navy." Mark asked.
"Yeah, but I'm hungry."
"That's a first! You're hungry for a change."
"Fuck you!"
"You wanna fuck me, don't you??!!" Mark teased me.
"Umm, actually I was thinking I want YOU to fuck ME!!!" We sat there smiling at each other for like forever. I reached over and rubbed his leg. I got half stiff and I think Mark did too. The car behind us honked because the light turned green.
"You wanna go to McDonald's or the food court at the mall?" Mark asked.
"I'm cool with McDonald's." We went in and Mark ordered a Big Mac value meal with an extra Big Mac. I stood behind him while I was deciding what to order. Actually I was looking at his hot ass more than the menu board. I knew what I wanted! I only got fries and a coke and gave half of the fries to Mark.
"Dude why aren't you fat with all the shit you eat?"
"I just work it off, I guess. But I'm not anorexic like you. Dude."
"I'm not fucking ano-fucking-rexic. Dude!"
"You don't fucking eat! You had, like what, two French fries?"
"Stop teasing me, asshole, or I'll squirt ketchup on you." I laughed.
"Yeah, and I'll make you lick it off. Asshole."
"Oh, well then I'll squirt more than ketchup on you!" Mark and I sat there in Mickey D's laughing our asses off. Some woman with two little brats sitting at the next table gave us dirty looks like we were annoying her. Fuck that.
As soon as we were done eating I asked Mark if we could stop in Sam Ash first. I wanted a new pair of sticks and he ended up buying a new 18-inch crash cymbal. While he was looking at the cymbals I checked out different sticks and even held some of them up to my nose, dreaming of what they'd smell like after I put one in Mark's ass. Traffic was horrendous, but I guess that's to be expected, with The Source and Roosevelt Field Mall so close together, and after all, it was December!
At The Source we passed Footlocker and Mark wanted to go in. I felt dirty since I was wearing the shoes Townsend stole from there. I couldn't go in. I told Mark to go ahead, I'd wait outside. He gave me an odd look, but said OK and went in for only a few minutes. Then we went to Old Navy.
After shopping we got back into town and went to NYTux so Mark could get fitted for his tux. The guy there had him try on all these different size jackets to see which style fit him and looked and best. I sat there watching Mark putting on and taking off the tux jackets, and stared at that beautiful round place by his zipper. I wanted his knob in my mouth! Well then the sales guy measured his waist and gave him a couple of pairs of trousers to put on. Jesus, I wanted to go in the fitting room with him and suck him off while he changed. I was so fucking horny being with him all day and not being anywhere to do anything. Yet.
We got back to Mark's and no one was home, so that was my chance. Mark said he didn't think anyone would be home for a while, that we'd have the house to ourselves. We went in and threw our coats on the couch and Mark put the things he bought on the floor.
"I might not have eaten much at McDonald's, but I want desert now!" I said. We went straight to Mark's room. I wasted no time unbuckling his jeans and pulling them down, underwear and all with one yank. I was a beast. He toed off his shoes and I gently pushed him back on the bed. I pulled his pants off completely and lifted one leg up to his chest to expose his hole. I immediately dove in and started to lick his ass while un-doing my own jeans. I was already sticky. I deeply breathed in all of his day-long scent and went to town on his asshole.
I got my pants part way down and could feel a stream of precum drip onto my balls and thigh. I took Mark's hard pole in my mouth and slowly went up and down, sucking a little harder on the head. Then I'd let up and let his dick out of my mouth just a little. Then I would swallow it again. Whole. When I went down on it I sniffed his curly pubes as they tickled the tip of my nose. I kept this up for a while as I worked on his butt with my fingers. I had two fingers coated with the precum I scooped from my piss slit, leg and balls, and used that to lube his ass. I alternated sticking my fingers in his asshole as far as I could, then I'd pull them out and lick them, and then put them to his lips. He sucked on my fingers wildly, almost biting them. I loved that, the slightest hint of pain.
As Mark sucked my precum and spit and the flavor of his ass off my fingers I returned to sucking his cock. He finally took a deep breath and held it, then let it out and screamed "I'm gonna cum!"
And he did! I pulled down on his balls as they tried to draw upward and I could feel the throbbing of the hard area between his asshole and ball sac. I was so hungry for his cream I let it get all over my tongue, lips and face. I licked up the first two little squirts, then the third and fourth were pretty good ropes. I sorta lost track, but the next three or four blasts were every bit as intense, maybe not quite as much, but just as good. What I couldn't swallow I smeared on his stomach and then licked it off again. Hearing his "uhhh's" and "mmmmm's" turned me on and I got goosebumps in my own asscrack.
Then I couldn't control myself. I flipped him over and he raised up slightly, which helped spread his cheeks apart. Although Mark has sort-of a small ass and it doesn't take much to spread it apart! I licked his entire crack and all around his sweet pink hole. I gave it a good slathering of my spit and his cum, then straddled him, sliding my dick up and down in between his smooth buns. I didn't stick my dick in his hole, I just fucked the crack and then I let out and incredible "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" and held my breath as I shot. As I squirted, Mark squeezed his asscheeks together milking me dry. My cum coated him from his balls to his tailbone. After we lay there exhausted, we cleaned ourselves up with his t-shirt. I offered to take it home to my house to wash it so his mom wouldn't find it. I had a feeling she maybe already knew too much, or thought she did. Our dicks stayed hard for quite a while.
"Damn, Kev. I wish we could just stay like this all night."
"You mean you just wanna stay like this, shirts on, pants off? Just like this? And not do it again?" Mark kissed me and grabbed my boner, giving it a firm squeeze.
"You're too much." He smiled.
We finally got dressed and I put the cummy t-shirt in a plastic bag, then stuffed it in my coat pocket. As Mark drove me home he told me about his grandfather's cabin in the Catskill mountains.
"My grandpa has had it for years, it's so cool. It's near the town of Tannersville on the west bank of the Hudson, about an hour north of the city. It's so remote up there and gets really dark at night and its so quiet. He and my grandma go all the time in the summer, but this year he just didn't have the time to get it ready for winter. He wants me to go up there and clean the inside, fix some screens, clean out the gutters, all that kind of stuff. I know what to do because I've helped him before, we just usually do it all before Thanksgiving. We could stay a couple of days, just the two of us. Plus he said he'd pay us!"
When Mark was telling me this I was starting to get a little stiff again, but when he said the two of us could stay a few days I got really hard, again, and it hurt because of the way my dick was stuffed in my pants.
"I'm sorry, I gotta adjust myself. Did you say just the two of us? Alone? At a secluded cabin? In the mountains? No one else? Oh God, when do we leave??"
"Well, I was thinking the next day after the dance. We're out of school next Friday, and the dance is Saturday night. You could stay here at my house afterward and we'd leave whenever we get up on Sunday. Do you think your dad will let you?"
"I'm going with you no matter what he says, but yeah, he'll say yes."
"I was thinking we could take the Jeep and pack it up Saturday, except we really don't have to take all that much. We'll take food with us, but we can buy stuff there too. Everything we need is already there, almost. "
"Really?" I thought to myself. "Your grandfather left condoms and lube for us there?" I only thought that, I didn't say it. But I knew I was going to pack the supplies we'd need, because I planned on Mark fucking my brains out!!! I was so excited! My heart was pounding. I love him so much. I was thinking about how and when I was going to say the three little big words to him.
Mark took me home and we sat in my driveway and talked a little more. No blowjobs this time, but I did French him goodnight. In a way, we couldn't wait to get to school Monday because the results of the auditions would be posted sometime during the day.
I waited on the front steps as Mark backed out and drove off, just like the night before. He and I had a fun day together, just what I wanted, and I think what Mark wanted too. I no sooner got in the house and Nora called. She told me she got that red satin dress she wanted at Bloomingdale's. She also said her parents wanted to have all of us at their house for dinner before the dance, including Townsend and Brigette and Eric and Jen, his date. Parents were welcome too, if they wanted to take pictures. I asked her if she thought it would be OK if Keith and Lisa stopped by for pictures, too. Nora said yeah, of course, and they could have dinner too if they wanted. That all sounded cool to me. I couldn't wait to tell Keith, I hoped he'd be OK with that.
In a way, in a weird way, I think I was sorta falling for Nora, but I can't describe how. She's sweet, and she's nice to me, which, believe me, that means a lot to me right there. I was comfortable with her and didn't feel threatened by our relationship. And she's really a hot looking girl. I sorta can't believe she'd go out with a spaz like me.
Mark's right. Sometimes we need to have a date, a girl. Maybe not a real girlfriend, but a girl who is a friend who isn't going to expect anything more. Someone who's not gonna scream "Oh we're dating!" But Nora does deserve a guy who's gonna love her someday, though. And I don't think that'll be me. I don't want to use her. And I don't want to hurt her. I'm not in love with her, I know that, because I'm in love with Mark. But Nora's having some kind of effect on me. Funny feelings. Good feelings. But not the same as Mark. I really like her. She's special, very special. I never knew that someday she'd save my life.
(To be continued...)