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 emails. I love your comments/feedback and questions about this story. My email is: kc.drummerboy@yahoo.com.
Sincerely, kev.
Part 5:
I raced back to Walgreen's as fast as I could. On the way...I remembered. Nora. That was her name...Nora. The girl who works at Walgreen's who saw me...Nora. The one who knows Keith...Nora Eckert. I went in and walked up and down every aisle looking for her. Couldn't find her. I went past the condoms again, or, excuse me, the "family planning" aisle. I saw some guy mopping the floor where I saw Nora earlier, and right where I saw that Emily bitch. I asked the guy if he knew Nora who works there, about 5'4", dark hair, kinda cute. "Yeah, kid, I know her. She's off duty, left about ten minutes ago. Whattaya want?"
"Uhh...nothing. I was just looking for Nora."
The man wasn't very nice. "Like I said, she ain't here...she left. Watch out, kid. The floor's wet, don't fall on your skinny ass. Now get outta here, can't you see I'm busy?"
"Sorry, sir..." And I went back to the condom area and looked at them a while. Wow! So many different kinds. Ribbed, pre-lubed, ultra thin...what's the difference? Magnum??!! I was hard as a rock in no time. I knew my boner was sticking out down there, but I didn't care. No one could see it because I had on a long coat. I had my right hand in my coat pocket and was rubbing my cock though my jeans. I think I was starting to get off. I picked up a box of some ultra thin ones and some KY "personal lubricant." I definitely know what KY is for, although I didn't have any personal experience with it. I walked around with "the merchandise", then I put them back. I walked around some more and saw the mop-up man again, and he gave me a dirty look.
I went back to the condoms, but fuck, I lost my nerve to buy them. I chickened out. What if I wasn't old enough? That'd be embarrassing if I got to the cashier and she said I was too young. There's no way I could go back home and ask Keith to buy them for me. First, he'd laugh his ass off at me, and second, he'd tell me if I don't have the balls to buy them I won't have the balls to use them. If Nora were there I'd have asked her. But she wasn't, so I left, empty-handed.
I was part way down the street and realized I should probably get something to take to Townsend's party, even though he'd have everything, and I'm sure plenty of it. But I went back and bought two bags of chips. I stared at the ground all the way home.
Mark got to my house about ten minutes after me. Damn he looked hot. It's amazing how he turns me on just by wearing jeans and a white t-shirt under a polo. And Jesus Christ, that famous rounded bulge of his! I swear, I don't know what I like better, the bulge or his smile. Dad and Mark talked while I got us a soda. "Hey Mr. Carson, how was your Thanksgiving?" Dad said good, we had fun in the city seeing the parade and all, and Mark said they watched it on TV. Dad told Mark to "Say hi to your folks."
We took his backpack up to my room, he threw it on the floor then threw me across the bed. A little rough, but playful, and I loved it. I love just about anything Mark does. He was on top of me and was hard already...I could feel it pressing against me. I told him "Wow, that didn't take long!" He said he'd a hardon all day. I said "I just saw you two hours ago," and he said "You didn't see everything!" We were sprawled across my bed and made out for a little while, but stopped before we got too carried away. "Hey we better get going."
We fixed our clothes, went downstairs, got our coats and headed off to Townsend's. "Bye Dad, love ya..." "Bye Mr. Carson." "Be careful, boys. Have a good time." Shit, I forgot the chips, so I went back in and grabbed them off the counter...and my Yankees hat too. "We might be late, Dad, so don't wait up..."
As it turns out, Townsend's parents were out of town, too, so that's why he had the party. But it wasn't rowdy or anything. Mark and I were running a bit late, but who cares? I can explain. We talked as we walked and decided we shouldn't cling to each other at the party, although we wanted to. We should probably mingle with the other kids. There'd be plenty of time for clinging later, if you know what I mean.
Me, being a bit paranoid, I asked Mark if he thought anyone at school thought we were fooling around. I wondered if anyone ever said anything to him, even jokingly. He said "no" that we really are pretty normal acting, except sometimes I get crazy and start hitting girls and knocking them down. "You know, sweetie, (he called me sweetie!), you really shouldn't pick on the fat ugly girls."
"Damn you, Mark. I hate that Emily, that fat bitch. I can't believe she threw me under the bus like that. And you...you took off! Why didn't go to the office and stick up for me, you prick?" Mark was laughing at me. "And get this...I saw that skanky cunt in Walgreen's today. I ran out of there and almost puked!"
Now we were both laughing. As we were walking and I was babbling to Mark, 'telling him off' he put his arm around me and shot me his mischievous grin. "You're so cute, Kev. You're so cute."
"Mark! You put your arm around me! It's broad daylight! Someone might see!"
"Dude...it's 8:30 at night in late November. It's dark out, not broad daylight, dumbass. Sweet innocent dumbass. No one's gonna see, and even if they did...fuck 'em!"
I l-o-v-e Mark's boldness. You don't know how bad I wanted to grab him and kiss him so hard, right there. But, since he's bigger, he'd probably overpower me. But hey, that's cool! We took a shortcut following the bike path through Harper Woods, and that's where I fessed up. I came right out and told him what I'd really like to do right now is ram my tongue down his throat and he said, "What...like this?" He held me up against a tree and kissed my mouth incredibly hard. He ran his hands over my face and through my hair. He felt my growing cock stiffen in my jeans. I got weak in the knees and could hardly stand up. I'm glad that tree was there. "Wow!" was all I could say.
When we got to Townsend's a little after 8:30 a lot of people were already there. Some of the kids were playing games with his Xbox, and others were just talking and hanging out. He had a playlist going and "Soul Meets Body" was playing. I put the chips in the kitchen and we got something to drink. Townsend asked why we were late, were we jacking off together or something. (How did he know? LOL!). I almost pissed my pants when he said that, thank God he couldn't see the expression on my face. I know he was joking, but still... Mark teased back, "Shut up asshole, you'd like to jack off but you don't have a dick!" We all laughed, but it did make me wonder if Townsend knows something about Mark and me. (Paranoid, remember?).
Then Mark and I sort-of drifted apart, talking to different people. Of course everyone asked me about my "fight" in the cafeteria with Emily, even though they already knew what happened. It was nice to know everyone stuck up for me and even Townsend said he had my back if Emily tried any more shit. He had a feeling she would. He said he doesn't know her very well, but had a class or two with her and she's a real troublemaker. "I'd watch out if I were you, Kev. She'll make your life hell, like she'll try to fucking blackmail you or something. She's fucked up."
The party was mostly an OK time, but I found myself glancing around for Mark all night. Even though I wasn't standing right next to him every minute I made sure I could see him out of the corner of my eye. Every time I saw him talking to someone else I got a little jealous. If he was laughing with people I got a funny feeling. I was being silly and I knew it, deep down. But he's one hot dude, that's for sure, and I was being possessive.
I took a leak in the half-bath by the mudroom, and when I was done I went into the kitchen. No one else was in there. In fact it looked like the crowd was starting to thin out. I yawned, and felt someone come up behind me and put their hands over my eyes. It was Mark! "Caught ya! You about ready to go? It's almost 1:00 already, you look tired." I said no I'm OK, but, yeah, let's go. We walked around, said goodnight to everybody, thanked Townsend...you know, all that bullshit. Then a couple of other kids said they were leaving too and we could have a ride, so Mark said OK. I had no choice but to say OK too. I was pissed off but I couldn't let it show. I wanted Mark to myself, even if it was just for the walk home. I wanted him to pin me up against that tree again and finish what he started on the way to the party! I wanted him to put his arm around me again. I wanted to hold hands. I wanted to do more than that, but I knew it wasn't going to happen...not tonight.
We were quiet when we got to my house. Dad left some lights on but he was already in bed. I don't know where Keith was, I didn't notice his car. But then I realized he was probably still out with Mark's sister Lisa, and who knows how long that date will last. Mark and I didn't say a whole lot to each other; I was just out-of-sorts and a bit nervous for some reason. Mark used the bathroom first, and I wanted so bad to be in there watching him. I wanted to shake the last few drops of piss off his long beautiful dick. Back in my room we stripped to our underwear, he had on tight white briefs again and I had on green and blue plaid boxers. When I noticed his tighty-whities I got a pair from my drawer and put them on. I asked him if he wanted the bed or the floor and he said the floor was fine. I threw him a pillow and extra blanket and turned off the light. Mark reached for me, gave me a light kiss on the lips and said goodnight.
I just wasn't myself. I think Mark could tell, and he was giving me some space. I lay in bed for...I don't know how long, tossing and turning. I must have drifted in and out of sleep, but it seemed like I never sleep at all. At some point in the dead quietness and darkness of the night I felt the sudden warmth of Mark's hands on my shoulders, of his face on my hair. I could feel his hot mouth and breath as he kissed my neck. I turned over and out tongues met. I put my arms around him and pulled him tightly on top of me. I sucked his lips and tongue. Mark's firm tongue was farther down my throat than it's ever been. It was electrifying.
It goes without saying that our dicks were hard as steel and I could feel Mark's pole rubbing mine through our underwear. He kept deep-kissing me, holding me with his arms under me. Mark kissed my face, my neck, my hair, and my shoulders and ground his hard pole against mine. He moved down, lightly kissing my chest and stomach. When he got to the top of my briefs, he pulled down the front, and lightly pecked my pecker. He licked it up and down and squeezed my balls, taking just the head of my cock in his mouth. Just enough of it to suck up the clear precum oozing out of my piss slit. I moaned and moved by butt around. I reached down and slid my hands in his briefs, grabbing his firm ass and pulled him to me in rhythm with his thrusts. He kept my underwear on and lay back on top of me, kissing my mouth again. Now Mark rubbed his dick into mine even harder, faster and faster, thrusting himself so hard I could barely breathe.
"I...I...I'm gonna...Oh Mark...I...huhhh...oh...I'm gonna cum..."
"It's OK........" he told me, thrusting even harder on top of me. "It's OK....."
And then my balls exploded, my hot cream spurting out of my penis, filling my underpants. Mark quickly jerked down my tight white briefs, as well as his own, and grabbed hold of both our cocks, jacking them together in one hand. As I continued to squirt, non-stop, he heaved up on his knees and began to shoot his boy goo across my stomach. I remember him moaning "Ohhhhh Fuuuuuuuck....." I was in such a state I don't really know how far he really shot, but it went everywhere. His cum and mine, it was all over the place. All over my dick, balls, stomach, on my chest, in my bellybutton, in my pubes. What a mess! Mark and I both were covered with sweat and cum as he collapsed on top of me. For several minutes after our orgasms we both continued to throb and ooze more jizz. Finally, we went soft and fell asleep, together, Mark still on top of me.
When we woke up, some of the jizm on our mostly-naked bodies was still wet, especially the cum-soaked patch of brown curly fuzz around my dick. Some had also dried on both of us and I couldn't help but kiss Mark on the lips, even with morning breath, as I pried us apart. "Morning, sleepyhead. Let's take a shower." I realized I was more like myself, because it was just Mark and me, no one else.
I noticed it was a little after 10:30. I think Dad was outside and there didn't seem to be any sign of Keith. I peeked in his room and it didn't look like he slept in his bed, although his room looks like Katrina had been through it, so I wasn't sure. I looked out and didn't see his car. After all, he was out with Mark's sister, so bets were on he hadn't been home. Cool! Everything was quiet around the house so I grabbed a pair of towels and Mark and I got in the shower. Together.
The minute we climbed in our dicks were erected. We smiled and got completely wet. We kissed under the hot spray, letting the water run in our mouths and all over us. We rubbed our dongs together and I felt Mark's loose hanging nuts. He lathered the soap all over me, massaging my back, and told me to bend down. He worked a finger into my asshole and hit that spot that sent a jolt through my body. I squatted down as best I could and sucked him off, letting his juice fill my mouth. When I stood up, I kissed him with his cum in my mouth and water running down our faces. He soaped me up again and washed my pubes and balls. He jacked me off, and I squirted my cum on his leg. We looked down as the water swirled it down the drain. That was hot!
Enough fooling around! We dried off, quickly got dressed and went downstairs because Mark said he was hungry. Dad had bought fresh bagels and told us to help ourselves. Plain for me...asiago cheese for Mark! Two seconds later Keith got home. Dad pointed out to the garage and Keith followed him there. I think Dad said something to him about not coming home last night.
Mark and I just hung out Saturday, played some basketball, listened to music, played air hockey, played my drums...you know just regular shit. That night Dad took us out to his favorite pizza place in Queens, and believe it or not, I even ate some! When we got home Mark and I went up to my room. I had to talk to him, and I couldn't let it go any longer. He was getting something out of his backpack had his back to me. We were silent for a few minutes.
"Mark," I said softly. "I umm, I gotta talk to you." I took a deep breath and continued, but I was nervous. "I...I..." I shook my head and looked down, tapping my fingers on my leg. "I'm...so sorry."
Mark didn't look at me, he kept his back turned. "Kevin, don't say it..." It's as if he knew.
"I, umm, last night at Townsend's, I'm so sorry. I was jealous when you were talking to other people. I'm so sorry Mark."
"Kevin, don't do this, don't..."
"No, Mark, wait. I wanna say this. When you're with me, just you and me, I'm fine. But when I have to share you with someone else, I can't take it, Mark, I can't take it. I can't."
He turned to face me. "Kevin, it's OK, believe me, it's OK."
" I know I was out of it after the party and after we first got home last night, I'm so sorry..." I got a little choked up. "But in the middle of the night, when we, you know...I was different. I don't know what it is. Since we...since we...you know...since we, umm...I'm not the same. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing. I don't know what's happening to me." I looked up at Mark. "I'm scared."
He walked over to me, stood there a moment, took my hands and looked down. I could hear both our hearts beating. Then he looked directly into my eyes, I swear our eyelashes were touching...
(To be continued...)