This story is about gay teen sex stuff, but you probably know that. It's about how I met my friend and jack-off buddy and is based on true experiences. Thanks to all of you who have asked me to continue, so now I will, with some help from my imagination, and, believe it or not, some help from him. Some of the names have been changed for privacy. All rights reserved. No reproductions permitted. Thanks for writing to me; your continued comments are welcome and appreciated! My email is: kc.drummerboy@yahoo.com.
Part 2:
I love to jack off. What self-respecting high school boy doesn't? Seriously, I beat off every chance I get, don't you? For me, at least three times a day, easy. All guys beat off, right? Come on, now. Admit it. I know you do.
Even though I had my weekend thing with Mark, I had to continue satisfying myself at home, pretending my right hand was his. I loved having Mark jack me off and cumming in his hand. I felt really bad Sunday leaving his house, leaving him. I'm not one to talk on the phone much, but I had to call him later that day. Four times in fact. And I i-m'd him twice. I had homework to do and I didn't want to stir up any suspicion with Dad or Keith, the last thing I needed was either of them on my ass about hanging out with Mark too much, so I had to be careful.
I told Mark I needed to talk, please don't think I'm silly. He and I were really, really close, but even closer now, and I was nervous I would fuck up at school and say something to out us. Or even worse that Keith would figure things out. I was falling for Mark, my feelings were uncontrollable. Mark said don't worry, nobody was going to say anything and at school we should just act normal, don't blab it to everyone that I stayed at his house Friday and Saturday night, it's no one's business anyhow. Then he said, look Kev, if Keith gives you any shit just tell him we were practicing drum stuff for band, and my house was better because my parents weren't home to hear the noise. (fyi: Keith would have never bought that excuse).
After dinner Dad and Keith went somewhere, so I was alone. I had to get my homework done, but I beat off first, in the bathroom. Rather than just a quick wank I decided to practice a little for what I wanted to do with Mark the next time. So I stripped naked and thought if Dad and Keith came home I could quick say I was taking a shower. I saw the bottle of Vaseline lotion and decided to lube up my dick and balls. I put some all over my asshole too and worked in my middle finger while I laid on my back with my legs up over the tub. Jesus, that was incredible. I tried to put two fingers in, but chickened out and thought Mark could do that! I had my middle finger in pretty far and when I blew my wad (in no time). My asshole squeezed my finger with every squirt. God damn! I was proud of myself and even thought it looked like my dick was getting bigger. Then I did take a quick hot shower.
I was in my room reading and Keith came in, it was OK because I didn't have the door closed and he said something stupid, then he left, so I jacked off again. I didn't finger my ass that time, but as I pulled down my underwear and stuff, my butthole did feel kinda slippery. And when I finally did go to bed I just had to beat off again (which was my usual activity at bedtime), and then I decided to feel my hole. My finger slid right in! It felt like Mark's hot asshole when I fingered him! It must have been a little bit of the leftover lotion still up my ass, and that must be what he does! He must stick stuff up his ass all the time. Fuck, that really turned me on, and I pumped my rigid dick like a son-of-a-bitch and shot six or seven big blobs right in the middle of my stomach. I screamed, I know I did. Shit, I didn't have any kleenexes so I had to wipe up with my socks. It's not the first time. Good thing they're white.
The next morning Keith said hey bro, you sound like you were having a good time last night. I almost choked on my hot chocolate and just said yeah. Then I blushed and he slapped my ass with a towel, laughing. I said like you don't beat off, Keith. Then he said, well Kev, I hope I won't have to, because your friend Mark's sister is totally hot and I'm asking her out this weekend. Just what I need.
At school everything was OK, although I didn't see Mark until after lunch. But I wanted to see him. I looked for him everywhere, hoping I'd just get a glimpse of him in the hall, at a drinking fountain or at his locker, anywhere. Then in band, when he walked in he flashed me that big grin and was like hey dude! I really wanted to get him in the practice booth and shove my tongue down his throat and my finger up his ass, but I managed to control myself. I was semi hard all during band just being close to Mark, finally. Instead of jeans he had on cargo pants and I couldn't help checking out his rounded bulge. It was especially noticeable with his shirt half-tucked in. But I kept fucking up playing and Mr. Walters, the band director sorta yelled at me to get it together. After band I had to piss, really bad, like nervous I'm-gonna-piss-my-pants kind-of piss. I never like to use the restrooms at school too much. When I unzipped and took my cock out it was all slippery and gooey with sticky pre-cum! It's good I was in a toilet stall and not at the urinal, so that way I could wipe off my dick.
After school we had a drum meeting and forty-five minute practice because I kept fucking up, but after that Mark asked if I was walking home. He and I walked with a few other kids, then just him and me. Without even realizing it I walked all the way to his house with him. When we got there he said dude you forgot to turn your way to go home, just hang out here with me awhile till my mom gets home. I took off my bookbag and set it on the floor in the family room. We had some tostitos and mountain dew and then he disappeared for a while, just saying he had to "do something." I'm not stupid, he was going to the bathroom. I know that's private, you know, going to the bathroom, but I really wanted to be in there with him. Not really like "with him" but just seeing him and touching him in the places he was touching himself, God I'm a sick bastard, huh?
While he was in the bathroom I checked out his Dad's cd's. He had everything, I bet two thousand cd's. Mark yelled out that I could meet him in his room and to check out his drum set. He's got Yamaha's, like mine, but his snare is silver and the rest are blue, really awesome looking. And he has all Zildjian cymbals. I picked up a pair of sticks and just started to mess around playing some cadences when Mark walked in with only tight white joe boxer-briefs and an undershirt.
He wasn't hard yet, but I was instantly. I could see the outline of his uncut soft dick through those tight undershorts. I fumbled around and dropped the sticks and when I got up I tripped over the throne and knocked over the hi-hat and crash cymbal, and I fell too. Mark laughed and helped me up and said you haven't even taken off your coat. We fell back on his bed and he got on top of me and took off my coat and pushed his lips on mine, then slid his tongue in my mouth. He licked the inside of my mouth, all around my lips and teeth, and we tongue-wrestled. I was kicking off my shoes, he was un-doing my belt and zipper, and I had my hands down the back of his joe boxers, cupping his smooth ass, pulling him to me. My jeans were down around my knees, not completely off, and he was sucking on my prong. His boxer briefs were part way down, just around the bottom of his ass and his now hard cock was slapping against his stomach. I tried to reach for it, too. I grabbed his smooth balls and tugged on them, which made him beg me to keep on doing that. We're just two hot and horny guys I guess.
Mark licked all up and down my dick and I was squirming. He ran his wet tongue all around my dickhead, then sucked it in. Then he deep throated me, downing me all the way. He licked my balls and sucked on them one at a time. That drove me crazy too. He stopped for a minute, then started kissing my mouth openly again. I could taste the mountain dew. I loved the taste. I loved the way he smelled, too, not much different than me. Just the body smell of the day, a little sweat, a slight hint of cum, nothing gross or terrible. He kissed and licked his favorite spot by my skinny bony hip bone again, and really sucked on it. Mark was slurping and sucking hard, giving me a hickey there. It didn't hurt, it just turned purple and looked like a bruise from the drum. He gave my dick another long generously wet lick again, holding firmly onto my ass, with his fingertips in my crack. A few fingers teasingly brushed by my hole. I was dying with extreme pleasure, and I wanted desperately to let loose.
I knew it would be quick, and he got about half of me in his mouth while pumping the base of my cock with his hand. My chest heaved and he sucked harder and then I exploded, shooting a river of my hot white gooey lava down his throat. Mark was breathing heavy and so was I and we were sweaty. He licked up all the juice that leaked out, then rolled over beside me, his big sweet teen cock laying flat on his stomach. He played with my balls and rubbed my stomach and pubes with his left hand and covered his forehead with his other arm, brushing back his hair. I said I didn't want to stop, it was my turn to get him off. Mark said no, we couldn't because his mom would be home any minute and we should probably get cleaned up. Plus, he had to change clothes and sweep up the garage and take out the trash. Damn it!
I didn't have much cleaning up to do, Mark took care of that for me! I pulled up my underwear and jeans, tucked in my shirt, and put my shoes back on. Mark put on a hoodie and an old pair of jeans that were a little tight. I noticed the faded whitish spot where his dick rubbed against his jeans by the zipper. I went over to him and put my hand on it and said I can't be the only person whoever noticed that. Mark actually blushed a little. I grabbed my bookbag in the family room and nervously kissed Mark goodbye. He put his arm on by back and gave that big smile again like he always does and told me I rocked. I said no, that he rocked.
I begged Mark to come over to my house later, maybe we could take a walk or something, anything to be somewhere alone so I could suck him off or jack him or something. He smiled again and told me as much as he'd love that, he'd take care of himself later and that he'd think of me while he did. I confessed that I've been doing that too, thinking of him while I beat off, that he's all the jack-off material I need, but I'd rather be with him in person. He laughed his ass off when I told him how Keith heard me scream the night before when I was jacking in bed, and how he called me on it this morning. Mark was like, dude, haven't you ever heard him whacking his meat before? I'm sure he's been doing it a while, since he's three years older than you. He's no goody-two-shoes, you know. He's going out with my sister this weekend.
Mark walked to the end of the street with me, it was now almost dark. We got silent when we got to the corner. We stood there a few feet apart and he looked at me, then down, then away. He said he wished he could hug me and kiss me right there. He told me he couldn't be happier, and how lucky we both are. And we are.
I walked real fast the rest of the way home. Dad had dinner going, but there's no way I could eat anything. I did drink a code red, and Dad reminded me to call when I'm going to be late, and I said yeah, sorry. I went to my room and zipped through my homework. Then I got on Limewire, downloaded You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC, real quick burned it to a cd and went down the basement to my drum room. Dad and I soundproofed it a few years ago. I mic'd up my drums, plugged in the mixer, loaded the cd to play repeat/continuous, put on my Sony's so I could hear myself play with the music, and sat at the drums. Only the Christmas lights that I keep in there all the time were on. I beat the shit out of my drums until damn near midnight, playing with that song over and over and over.
(To be continued...thanks, kev.)