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.
Thanks to all of you who have emailed, I appreciate it like you wouldn't believe. I love your comments/feedback and questions. Keep it coming! My email is: kc.drummerboy@yahoo.com.
Sincerely, kev.
Part 4:
I didn't miss the traditional Thanksgiving stuff that most people enjoy: the hugs, kisses, endless questions from relatives, uncles who drink too much and watch football too much, and annoying little cousins who want you to play video games with them then cry when you beat them. Same old bullshit...you get the idea. And the food. God, the food. The only part of Thanksgiving dinner I like are the drumsticks, LOL!
I didn't have to deal with Aunt Laura wanting to know "how we're doing," or why I don't have a girlfriend. The less I have to explain about that the better. And while Dad was right, that Keith and I are kind-of big for the Macy's parade, it was cool to see it for real again. TV doesn't do it justice. I did like checking out some of the bands and drum sections, as best I could see. Plus, it was fun just hanging out with Keith and the coolest Dad in the world.
We grabbed some burgers and fries at the Highlander by Times Square before heading down to get our train back home. I didn't eat much, but I did drink, I think four, large iced teas. I had to use the restroom desperately so I ducked into the first one I could find when we got down into Penn Station. I pulled out my cock and let my hot piss fill the urinal. It burned a little. Something was going on in one of the toilet stalls, I'm not sure what, but I heard lots of slurping sounds, moaning and gasps. I looked down and saw four feet. Obviously two guys! At first it freaked me out a little, but then in my twisted mind I thought it would be hot for Mark and me to do something like that. Somewhere kind-of forbidden with the possibility of getting caught. Yeah, me, the paranoid, naive little shit who's afraid to come out, wanting to get it on in a strange, dirty public place. Sick, huh? I felt my dick start to stiffen, but just shook my head, washed my hands and got the hell out of there before I knew too much.
Dad and Keith were waiting for me in the LIRR track area and soon they announced we could board. On the ride home I didn't talk much. Just the murmur of the train noises and the banter between Dad and Keith almost put me in a trance. I thought about Mark. I thought about Mark and me. That's what I did, all the way home. And I was horny, very horny.
I was going to bang the drums a little, but decided I'd just go to bed and bang my dick instead. I had to relieve the horniness somehow. So Dad and Keith stayed up, doing what I don't know, and I said goodnight. It was a little bit chilly but I loved it. I stripped down to my boxers and thought they're so baggy they make me look like a pencil. I dug through my underwear drawer and found a pair of white briefs, the tight white ones I used to wear and I put those on. It felt so different again, with my dick and balls not hanging as loose as with boxers. I went to the bathroom to piss again and brush my teeth and admired my skinny body in the mirror. I felt my shoulders and my neck. I caressed my nipples, wishing it was Mark who was feeling me. I got hard as a rock seeing the outline of my stiff dick through those tight white briefs, sandwiched between my pubes, abdomen and the stretchy fabric. The head of my dick was trying to emerge from the fly. I pulled the briefs down and my dong sprang loose and slapped against my stomach. I smiled and said "awesome" to myself.
I got in bed decided to sleep naked, so I pulled the briefs off completely. My room was completely dark and silent and I started to stroke my erect throbber. I was going faster and faster and sunk way down in my bed, putting my pillow under my butt. I put my knees up to my chest, then finally hurled my feet over my head. I was thinking of everything, my mind racing. My dick was so close to my mouth, closer than it's ever been. I tried to get it in, at least to touch my lips, believe me I tried, but then I thought what if I broke my neck and Dad or Keith found me like that? So I settled for my blasts of cum to coat my lips and tongue when the moment arrived. And it did, like clockwork, after about 30 seconds, right on target. But not every drop of my juice hit my mouth; one landed by my nose and another on my chest, so I scooped them up with my finger and licked it. My body was all warm and I wanted Mark to kiss me, except he wasn't there. I thought he wouldn't be able to do what I was doing, being at his relatives and all. About the best he could do would be to have a quick wank in the shower or when he goes to the bathroom. Or pretend he was going to the bathroom!
I heard footsteps going down the steps, which meant I didn't hear whoever it was when they came up the steps. Shit! Was it Keith and did he hear me again? Was he going to tease me again? I don't think I screamed this time, about the only thing he could have heard was the bed squeaking. Or hitting the wall. Oh well, fuck it.
I laid there, my dick still at full mast, damn it looked big. Or maybe it was just wishful thinking, but it seems to me that my dick does get a little bigger when I cum. I stared at the ceiling thinking of Mark again, and I couldn't wait until tomorrow when he'd be home. Home with me! My boner wouldn't go away, so I continued to feel my body all over. I know this is weird, but I even licked my arm and as much of my shoulder as I could. I liked the feel of my hot wet tongue on my skin, and dreamed it was Mark. That's what I want him to do to me this weekend. Lick me all over. And I'll lick him too. I felt all around my loose balls and sac. I ran my fingers all over my sweaty crotch through my pubes and smelled them. Then I rolled over and lay there with my dick pressing against my mattress and sort of pushed my butt up a little. I reached back there with my left hand and felt my hole. I spread my crack apart a little more and felt the coolness of the air on my anus. It was somewhat dry, because I hadn't done the lotion trick, and I didn't have any in my room.
I know! I had some chapstick in my bookbag, maybe that would work. If I smeared some on my asshole, maybe my body heat would soften it enough then I could work in a finger or two. And sure enough it did. I took a little while, but since I was alone and experimenting (or should I say improvising) it all worked out. Or, should I say it all worked in! I played with my ass, probably for 20 minutes and my dick was oozing its clear lube again. I scooped up some of that too, and worked it in around my hot hole. I had to get off again. I was on my back with my legs spread apart as far as you could imagine. In fact my left leg was hanging over the side of my bed. For some reason I glanced over to my desk and saw a pair of drumsticks. That was it!
I reached over and got one of the sticks, coating the tip generously with some chapstick. With my ass and skinny legs spread wide again, I lined up the drumstick with my hole. I pushed in a little, and my rectum took it in easily. In fact, once I got past the opening it seemed to slide in pretty far by itself. I like that! And it sounded like it too, because I must have said "Oh Oh Oh" about ten times. Then...the ultimate bust.
There was a slight knock on my door and Keith said in a loud whisper, "Having a good time in there by yourself, stud?" I thought I'd shit! In fact, I kinda did. I tensed up, sat up and pulled my legs together and the drumstick shot right out of my ass just as easily as it went in. That startled me too, and I shouted, "Fuck You, Keith!" He just laughed and I heard him jump down the steps. He must have sneaked up the steps quietly and listened in on me. What a perv, you know. I'll have to think of a way to get back at him. Then I got up and checked my door to make sure it was locked.
I settled myself down again, got back in the mood quickly by feeling my chest, nipples, stomach and balls. I smelled the drumstick, coated with the scent of my ass. Then it was back inside my waiting hole. I jacked off, probably for about three minutes until I came again. But this time I let the jizz shoot onto my tummy and into my pubes. Instead of tasting it or wiping it up I smeared it all over me and let it dry on my skin and in my pubic hair. I'd clean up in the morning anyway.
Time Out: I've got a couple of choices as far as my brother is concerned, right? I could yell at him and demand he mind his own business and not eavesdrop on me. That would probably just make him do it more. Or, I could confront him about being a pervert who is obviously secretly getting off by himself listening to his little brother secretly getting off by himself. He'd never stop teasing me if I did that. Or...I could ask him if he'd like to join me! What do you think?
I was ready for a good night's sleep, and boy did I get one. Friday morning I slept as long as I wanted, until my body decided to wake up. We had gotten up so early Thanksgiving morning, plus all the walking in the city did me in. I guess I didn't realize how exhausted I really was. I woke up stiff! What do you expect??!!
I took care of my stiffness, and rubbed my body again, feeling the smoothness of my dirty balls, ass and thighs, and especially that area between my ball sac and asshole. Then I hopped in the shower for like half an hour, letting the hot water massage my body. I soaped up and scrubbed away the dried cum on my stomach and in my dick hair. I worked on my ass crack too and washing away the chapstick and stuff. For good measure I worked a soaped finger up my hole, too. When I dried off I noticed the purplish hickey Mark gave me on my lower stomach was still there, but seemed to be fading. We'd have to do something about that, fading that is. I know he loves to chomp on my body.
I finally got downstairs at noon. I haven't slept that long in months. Keith wasn't up yet, and Dad was out and about. Coffee was made, so I poured a cup when the phone rang. It was Mark, saying he and Lisa would be home about 4:30. I offered for Keith and I to pick them up at the train station and he said OK. We didn't talk that long, but decided to hang out Friday night, just me and him. About five minutes later, the phone rang again, and it was another kid from the drum squad at school calling me. His name is Townsend, and he's really nice and Mark likes him too, we're all friends. He's got sort of a high-pitched voice, but he's hot-looking and I think he has a good-sized cock. I've checked him out before, those quick glances that you hope no one catches you doing, but everyone does. It looks like he's got a nice one packed in there, but I've never seen it for real. And he does date once in a while, so he's probably not gay.
Townsend wondered what I was doing and said I just got up. After I got myself situated I went over to his house for a while. He said he was having a few kids over tonight and wanted to know if I wanted to come over at night too. He said he tried to get a hold of Mark and left a message. I told him Mark and his family went to Connecticut, but he and his sister were coming back today and Mark and I were going to do something, that we'd just go over to his house around eight. That was cool with him.
So the day went on. I got home, Dad was back and Keith was finally up. I went to my room to straighten it up, you know, change my sheets and stuff. Damn, I couldn't find that drumstick that I stuck up my ass last night. My asshole did hurt a little, but surely I didn't leave it up there, hehe! I finally found it tangled up in my sheets! I couldn't decide if I should clean it off or leave it like that for future use. I decided to leave it as is, and hid it under my bed. I told Keith about picking up Lisa and Mark at 4:30 and he was all over that. He can't tell me he doesn't jack off thinking about her as much as I do thinking about Mark. I gotta say, Lisa is cute, she looks like Mark!
I was about 3:30 and I wanted some gum, so I rode down to Walgreen's, not that far away. I got the gum and a soda. As I was walking through the store I saw the condom display. Christ, I started to get hard and I wanted to look at them, but was nervous. I've never seen a real condom before, let alone touch one or put one on. Shit, I don't even know how, although I'm sure I'd figure it out! I kind of lurked around and then all of a sudden I heard this girl say hey there's Kevin. It was some girl who knows Keith, I can't remember her name, but she works there. Then I turned around and damn, who else was there but that fat bitch Emily and I guess her mom. She even said "hi" to me, the nerve that fat-ass cunt has! Thank God she didn't introduce me to her mother. Wait till I tell Mark. I tuned white, put the gum and soda down and ran out of the store and went home. But I definitely want to go back to look at the condoms. Hopefully I won't see anybody who knows me, and I definitely do NOT want to see Emily ever again, not even in school if I can help it.
Keith was almost ready to leave as soon as I got home, so we were right back out the door. He asked if I was feeling OK and wondered why I was so flushed and out of breath. He said, "Hey bro, you playing with your dick while you're riding your bike? That's dangerous!" Then he laughed. I told him to go fuck himself. He said yeah, maybe I could teach him how. Then we looked at each other and shook our heads and laughed, like we should. We got to the station and Mark and Lisa's train was a few minutes late, no big deal. We saw them get off the train and when they walked in Keith kissed Lisa. I wanted to kiss Mark, but we both settled for a "hey dude" and we bumped fists. But I got the smile, too! Mark said he had to use the restroom. I thought to myself I wanted to go with him, maybe he needed a little help? Sick, I know. I asked him why didn't he piss at Penn Station and he said are you kidding, those restrooms are gross and who knows what goes on in there. I know. I just laughed and raised my eyebrows. Little did he know what I learned only the day before.
I told Mark about Townsend's party, and he said cool. As we dropped him and Lisa off at their house I said to come by my house around 7:30. Mark said good, he had to shower (I wondered if he needed any help with that, too!). I said, "Don't forget to bring your stuff, you're spending the night at my house, remember?" Keith and I went back home, he and Dad ate while I got changed and went back out to Walgreen's before Mark came over. I wanted to take my time. I had some important shopping to do!
(To be continued)