Date: Fri, 18 Jan 2008 16:25:55 -0800 (PST) From: Kevin Carson Subject: Drummer Boys - Part 35 Drummer Boys By Kevin Carson This story is about my relationship with my friend and, well, much, much 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. Copyright 2008. Thanks to everyone who has written to me. I really appreciate your comments/feedback and questions about this story. My email is: kc.drummerboy@yahoo.com. Sincerely, -kevin. Part 35. Alright, guys... you know how I was telling you about how I liked the scents and smells of the campground at night? The woodsy -- smoky -- bug spray smells?? Mmmm! The great outdoors! Well, inside the tent the morning after... it was a different story. I didn't mind it, though. I don't care what Mark smells like! I'm loving it!! Well OK, I admit, I smelled pretty rank too!! But if that's what it's like after a night of what we did in that tent, so be it! I can live with that! We woke up to the cheery-chirping sounds of birds singing, and the even more pleasant aroma of coffee brewing on a nearby camping stove. I guess the lighter fluid and charcoal grill smell would have to wait until evening. Mark was making his usual, funny waking-up sounds, smacking his lips and grinding his teeth. Then he was like clearing his throat and humming something. He was moving his legs and feet and scratching himself. Yes, I said scratching himself "THERE!!" I would have offered to help, but I was having too good a time watching him do it! Plus, I really didn't want to fully wake him up. Although we were both sticky and smelly, I snuggled up to him anyway. He grunted and rolled over in the sleeping bag, brushing the unzipped cover to the side as he stretched his arms and legs in every direction, almost in slow-motion. And what a beautiful show he gave me! For some reason, Mark slept in my t-shirt (since his was all cummy), but no shorts or underwear. At some point they came off, but I'm not sure when. And I ended up shirtless, but wearing his athletic shorts. I guess I know how and why we were both half-naked, but I have no idea how the hell we ended up partly in each other's clothes instead of our own. I know it wasn't because it got a little chilly during the night... believe me, there was plenty of heat inside that tent, between the two of us. He's so hot with only a t-shirt on and naked from the waist down. Lick lick lick!! I got hard again looking at his big morning boner, and then I, myself, started to leak a little precum when he scratched his balls. His eyes weren't even open yet, but mine were! And my mouth was too! I couldn't help myself. I moved in real close to his meat stick, laying my face on his stomach. I listened to him breathe, and watched his smooth chest go up and down with each heart beat. My face was in sync with his breathing, my eyes fixed on his sweet cock. It looked like it was maybe starting to go soft, just a little, but it sure as hell wasn't getting any smaller. He kind-of turned his head a bit from side to side and moaned. As his body twisted and stretched, his cock flopped around like a fish out of water... and then once again got harder than steel... and there was that smile! "Mmm... ummmm... nnnnnnn... mmmmmmmnnn," he hummed and moaned in monotone... grinning, but with eyes still closed. I wanted to touch his beautiful hard cock. I almost did. I wanted to lick it. I almost did. I wanted to suck it. So I did. Mark seemed really comfortable with my warm mouth swallowing his rod. He didn't even know he was letting me suck him, and I was sooo into it! On second thought, I think he must have been semi-awake and loving it every bit as much as I was. His eyes briefly opened, and he lifted the shirt up to his neck, exposing more of his abs. Somehow, with lightening speed, I got out of the shorts and under the cover of the sleeping bag. I jacked him, alternating between my left and right hands, taking time in between to bob up and down with my mouth, the cover partly around my shoulders. I'd strain to glance at his face, which was beaming with pleasure... all the while his eyes were still closed, but the smile was permanent. It was difficult to keep quiet. He tried his best though. Just to be a tease, I made extra wet, slurping noises as I blew him. With his long arms, he reached down and touched my head, running his fingers through my hair and around my ears and cheeks. He spread his legs pretty far apart and sort-of lifted them up and I got even better access to his hot hole. I touched all around it while I also gently squeezed his nuts. God!! I just couldn't get enough. Now, I know, being summer and all, and after a night of our wildness... it's not real pleasant "down there," but like I said before, I didn't mind one bit. Mark started to breathe heavier and faster, and we were both starting to sweat. And I began to suck, slurp and pump faster too. His chest heaved and his stomach sunk in and he started to shoot. I just slightly took my mouth off of his cock, but kept it open right above it, and caught each cum spurt mid-air. Well, I got most of it anyway. And if that wasn't enough, I continued to lick and bob up and down on his pole. His dick was ultra sensitive after he came, and he giggled and squirmed, begging me to stop. Well, look who's finally starting to wake up!!!! "Whoahhhhhhhh!!!!!! STOP IT!!!!! Uhhhhhh!!!! Oh God!!! STOP!!!!!!" But what did I do?? I sucked that much more, and grazed the sensitive ridge around his plump pink cockhead with my teeth. He pulled my hair (playfully) when I ran the tip of my tongue rapidly back and forth in his piss slit. "Mmmmmm... No! Mmmm... not... mmm...stopping!" I said with my mouth full of cock. "Ooooohhhhh.... Shit!! You gotta stop, I mean it," he wiggled and giggled. Now he was fully awake! "Come on!! I really gotta piss... you're gonna make me piss all over the place!!!" OK, with that little revalation, I thought it best to give in and stop... finally! Yes, we both needed a shower, but not a golden shower! But then again -- and I know this is sick and graphic, and even a bit demented -- but really, I'd drink his piss if he wanted me to. We weren't into that kinky kind of stuff, you know. It's sorta disgusting, really... degrading and filthy. Possibly... perverted, too. But I'm just sayin' that, well, I love him so much... I'd do that if he wanted me to. I would. I really, really would. If he asked me, I'd do it. When I say I'd do anything for him, or let him do anything to me, I mean it... ANYTHING! And that includes abuse. Yep, that's what I said! I'd even let Mark abuse me. (I think I need help here... I might be a bit off-balance... maybe delusional... not in my right mind...). But that's what love can do to a person. It sure can mess with your head... make you lose control and ignore what makes sense. I'd drink his piss and let him abuse me, that's what I'd do... And you know what else I'd do? If he got in trouble... like REAL trouble... like, if he killed somebody... you know what I'd do?? I wouldn't turn him in, that's for sure. I wouldn't call the cops. I wouldn't tell a soul. I'd say, "C'mon Mark, let's get the shovels." That's what I'd do. If it had been Mark with that girl on the beach in Aruba... instead of that Dutch kid... well I'd say, "Let's go catch us a hungry shark, bud." That's what I'd do... And I'd die for him, too. Without batting an eye, no doubt about it, I'd give up my life for him. I'd hang on the fucking cross, that's what I'd do. Anything for Mark. Now I'm crying. God help me. I know Mark would never ever want to hurt me, physically or emotionally, and he wouldn't want me to do all that crazy stuff either. He just wouldn't even think like that, he just wouldn't. He's not made that way. Me?? Well I admit I'm wired differently, I guess, but not Mark. Well, anyway... back to the fucktastic breakfast blowjob I gave Mark... after I swallowed, and he ordered me to stop... I did. But I really wanted to snuggle up alongside his sweat-soaked body and keep teasing him with my teeth and tongue. I was dripping wet too, and not just with perspiration. As Mark started to get up, he noticed my stiff boymeat, with its shiny stream of precum oozing out. "Damn, sweetie! I wanna take care of that! Hold that thought though... stay right there!" "What are you doing?" I wondered. He put on a pair of shorts and slid into his basketball shoes, untied, and left the tent. How quickly our boners went away! I knew he had to use the restroom, and I did too, so I caught up with him. Although it was still pretty early, it was already a quite humid morning, the beginnings of a hot muggy day ahead. I could tell today was gonna be a scorcher. We both peed and spashed water on our faces, not bothering to dry them off. What's the use? We're just gonna get soaked from sweat and other stuff all over again. "Beat ya!" I challenged, and I took off running! I'm pretty fast, but Mark's every bit as fast as me, and he was never more than a centimeter behind. We got back to the tent, giggling like little girls, and Mark tackled me to the ground... inside... on the sleeping bags. "I let you win, you little shit!" "Did not! I'm faster... I won fair and square! Now give me my reward!" Still laughing, and dripping... and smelling... he pulled my shorts off, and his too. Needless to say, I was hard. I had been since he tackled me. Mark got down to business, in spite of the fact other campers were up and about and we could hear their voices. And as much as I'd have loved to stay in the tent with Mark all day, I had a feeling this little romp was gonna be quick. And it was! It didn't take much effort to get me off, Mark kissing my stomach and abs, licking my cock and jacking me off, the whole time massaging the area between my balls and asshole. "Oh God!! Uhhhh yeahhhh!!!! Oh, do it!! Hmmmm!! UHHH!!!! Shit!!!" I half-held my breath and tensed my muscles as I sprayed about six spurts of jizz onto my stomach. Each rope was mostly watery-white and glistened on my skin. "Dayammm!!!!!" he said, licking the juice out of my bellybutton... We lay there beside each other, out of breath, sliding in and out of conciousness. I could have fallen back to sleep. After a little while, we sat up and agreed we finally better get ourselves cleaned up. Indian Ridge has really nice facilities, so we managed to grab some clean clothes and walked over to the shower area by the pool. "I think I'm about out of toothpaste," Mark mentioned, as we stopped by the small gift shop next to the clubhouse. But check it out... this fucking gift shop that has everything... And people are supposed to be roughing it, you know... out in the wilderness... next to nature. They probably even have condoms, although Mark and I won't be needing those. I mean, I brought some, just in case, but actually... he can fuck me bareback. I like that. But anyway... "Try using salt to brush your teeth instead of regular toothpaste... for a whole week! That's what we had to do at civil war camp." "Sucks, huh?? I bet you guys had wonderful smelling breath!" "Yeah, well I guess it didn't matter because I wasn't kissing anybody!" I laughed. I quickly looked up and did a double-take... for a moment I thought I saw Sgt. Dave walk by, coming out of the men's shower area. It wasn't him, it was just my brain playing tricks on me. That, and maybe the heat was getting to me. And it wasn't even noon yet. Mark and I showered, privately, which was probably a good thing, because I wouldn't have been able to keep my hands off him if we had been in a shower stall together. There's a direct signal from my eyes to my dick... I see Mark naked and I get hard instantly. Heck, I don't even have to see him... all I need to do is THINK about him and it happens! Boing!!!!! On the way back to the tent, we realized we were a bit hungry, so we got a couple of bottles of juice and snacked for a while and just hung out. And we even went rock climbing in the afternoon. Talk about working up a sweat! But it was fun. Dangerous and scary... but fun! I slipped and fell once, scraping my knee and elbow, but it was nothing. I screamed "OH FUCK!" though, when I fell, and Mark laughed so hard, he lost his balance and fell too. What's a little blood? Mark offered me his idea of first aid: "Oooh, sweetie... want me to lick your wounds?" "No... I want you to lick THIS!" and I pointed to my crotch. So we both sat there and laughed and laughed... until we cried. And we both got a lot of sun, too... because we never put on sunscreen! Ouch!! We didn't actually realize just how burned we were, until sundown, when we sat in the grass by Flanders Bay... talking. Just talking! "Damn, my face feels sooo fucking hot! Feel it! It's a different kind of hot than I felt last night." "Yeah... last night... cooling off... freeballin' under the stars. It was kind neat, last night... wasn't it?" "The whole damn night was awesome! This whole damn idea of us coming here was awesome! You're awesome, Mark! YOU'RE awesome!" Because of not really eating much during the day, plus being fucking exhausted, I felt tingly inside and out. And I still felt sorta light headed, so we eventually went back to the campsite. In the distance, people were setting off firecrackers and kids were lighting sparklers. Allie and Jon were sitting by their campfire, laughing and drinking, just the two of them. Their friends must have left. We stopped and talked to them a few minutes, and actually, Mark was more talkative and friendly this time around, more like his usual self. I was glad. Allie noticed our sunburns, even though it was dark. The light of the campfire probably made us seem redder than we really were. She gave us a bottle of some blue-colored after-sun lotion... cautioning us to "be gentle" putting it on each other! "This ought to cool you guys down!" she said, with a laugh. They're really nice, Allie and Jon. And I dunno, for some reason, I was sorta lost in thought for a moment... wondering about her brother. A kid I didn't know but wanted to help. A kid like me. Where he's going, I've been. "Allie... what's your brother's name?" I asked, out of nowhere. She looked at me, pausing slightly, for a second, then answered quietly. "Nick..." she said, with a loving, sisterly smile. "His name... is Nick." I took a deep breath and smiled, then we thanked them and said goodnight. We got settled in our own tent, immediately shedding our clothes. The occasional distant popping sounds of exploding fireworks from all over the campground didn't bother us a bit. Mark was laying on his stomach and I straddled his ass, applying the cool, soothing gel to his reddened back and shoulders. He sat up and I rubbed some on his arms and chest, and then he did the same to me. Except when he put it on me, he made sure he also got plenty on my ass. He ran his cool, slippery fingers in my crack, and I raised up a bit, so he could play with my balls. That felt good. And he slid a finger up my ass, and that felt good, too! I must say, he gave my hole quite a plunging with his middle finger! We kissed a long time, but since we were both kind-of woozy, that's all we did... and we eventually fell asleep. The next day, we slept in... neither one of us was in any hurry to wake up. And for once, I thought we weren't going to have sex in the morning. Boy was I wrong! Mark Graham not horny when he wakes up...?? Think again, Kevin!!! As usual, my eyes opened first. I watched him waking up and put my body tight up against his, kissing his neck and shoulders. We worked ourselves into yet another frenzy of sucking, slurping, moaning and making each other cum all over the place. We didn't bareback though, but we will. "Now what??" I giggled, looking at the puddles of creamy white spooge. "I thought by now we'd be shooting blanks." "I guess not!!" Mark laughed. "How 'bout if we use one of YOUR t-shirts to wipe up with this time?" "I wanna stay like this forever!" I smiled, as I cleaned us up. Our faces, backs and shoulders weren't the only places our bodies were red. Our cocks were swollen and red too! I admit, mine was a bit sore form the workouts Mark had been giving me. His was a bit tender, too. Hmmm... I'll just have to kiss it and make it better! MY idea of first aid! "I guess we better start packing things up, then get our showers, huh?" "Yeah, probably so." I said grudgingly. I really wanted to stay. This little spur-of-the-moment fling was about to be over and I didn't want it to be. Not that I didn't want to see our other friends and stuff, but, you know, if that wasn't happening and we stayed at Indian Ridge, just Mark and me, well that would be just fine. But... we had to go... I kept thinking to myself how excellent my friends have been to me. I mean, the little that they know... No one has ever mentioned the end-of-the-school-year blow up with Emily. And I sorta kept a lot of things to myself about Townsend and me. Certain things that we knew about each other, but no one else did, except maybe Mark. And I really don't know what people know or think about Mark's and my relationship. If they're saying stuff about me, right or wrong, good or bad, it's not getting back to me. So I guess that's a good thing. Still, without the support of my friends and family -- and yes, that includes Keith -- I don't know where I'd be. My Dad... Nora... gosh, I'd be lost without them. Mark... Jesus, if he weren't with me, I'd rather be dead. I'm lucky to have them all. After we got everything taken apart, packed and put back in the Jeep, we got ourselves cleaned up. You know, we couldn't get to Eric's smelling like sex. My bookbag on the front seat of the Jeep sort-of reminded me of part of the upset feeling I had only a few days ago. Although I had been tempted to give the whiskey and vodka and stuff to Allie and Jon, you know I didn't. I did, however, go over to them to return the bottle of blue gel -- the sunburn soother. And, there was something else I had on my mind that I wanted to say to Allie. I dunno... I really like her for some reason. I guess I usually have a problem with most women. I can count on one finger the girls I actually really like: Nora, Lisa... and now Allie. Anyway, I had been thinking quite a bit, actually, about Nick, her brother... it just pierced my heart when she told me about him the other day... how he's struggling at school and having such a rough time with friends and being accepted. So I decided I wanted to say something... do something. Something right. Something good. "Hey, Kevin! Looks like you guys are heading home, huh?" Allie wondered. Jon the stud walked up to us, trying to be funny. "What?? Are you two "lovebirds" calling it quits?? What did you do?? Wear each other out??" he laughed, thinking he was a comedian. "THANKS JON!! Thanks a lot! You had to be THAT GUY to say something like that! Jesus, what's gotten into you???" Allie looked at me, then back to him. "Jon - tell him you're sorry! Kevin, he's sorry. What a thing to say!" Boy, she really put him in his place! "What??? What'd I do NOW??? You called them "lovebirds" the other day and it was fine!!" Jon argued playfully, a somewhat comical, yet futile attempt at innocence. "Well that's different. I can say that! And you can't!" Allie shot back. Really, it was OK, we all ended up laughing. It was harmless, actually, what Jon said. "Umm... so, yeah. We're umm... we're actually going to Fire Island next." I shook my head, smiling. "So you guys really are on your own little vacation, huh? Sweet!" "Well, sorta... it's not exactly a vacation, but it kind-of is. Anyway, I just wanted to give this after-sun stuff back to you, and say thanks." "Oh, keep it!" Allie said. "We've got more. You two need it more than us anyway." "Thanks Allie! Umm... really! Thanks..." I kinda waited a second, then gave her a hug. "And umm, I forgot to tell you we're sorry we didn't come over and hang out with you and your friends the other night... I meant to say something before when we were talking and it just slipped my mind... but..." "Oh, it's OK!" Allie reassured me... "I understand... you don't have to explain." We both grinned. I stood there, for a few more really long seconds, before I spoke again. "Umm, Allie..? I just wanted to say something else, too. See, I guess I usually don't like too many girls, you know, but umm... well I just wanted to say that I, you know, I really like you. I'm glad we met. You're so cool! A real big sister-type! Kinda like Mark's sister Lisa." "Aww... Kevin!" "And also, like, with your brother and stuff... well, I just wanted to say... it's gonna be all good... I mean, it will be, you'll see!" I continued. "I bet he's an awesome guy, I know he must be. And umm, well I just wanted to say, too, that... I know he's in Texas and all, but like, if he ever comes here to New York to visit, well you know, Mark and me... we could show him around and stuff. I mean, we'd like that and awful lot. He could hang out with us, and meet our friends. They'd all love him, I know they would. Seriously, I mean it. I just wanted to tell you that." "Kevin... that's so sweet! You're a real sweetheart! I'm sure Nick would love to meet you and Mark... but..." Allie smiled and nodded up and down and side to side. So I couldn't tell if she agreed or not. "Well I wanted to tell you that, and umm... well, here's my cell phone number. Sorry, I just sorta scribbled it down. But, like, if you wanna call me or something. And I mean it... about Nick..." "Kevin... I... jeez, I... I...don't know what to say." "See, Allie, I've sorta been through some stuff myself, so... please, Allie, just please... And, umm... we're gonna get going now, we're going to Fire Island... oh yeah, I already told you that, sorry... but umm... really..." I was biting the skin around my fingernails, nervously shy... but sort-of proud of myself at the same time. I had to reach out to Allie and her brother. I had to. I had to give something back to someone. I fucked up enough things in the past, like with Townsend and all, so now, maybe this could be a way for me to get it right, from the start. Maybe, just maybe, I could have a second chance. "I mean it, Allie! I really mean it!! Call me!! You better call me!! I mean it!!" My voice squeaked as I walked away backwards. Watching Allie holding the piece of paper with my cell phone number on it, staring at it, and brushing away the tears with the back of her hand was too much for me. Mark was there, right behind me, and he hugged me, in silence. And Jon, the stud, took Allie into his arms as well. I think I did something good. So... we drove off, leaving Indian Ridge... another indelible page our minds. Before getting on the expressway, we stopped at the Exxon station outside of Riverhead to get gas, piss and yet get something else to drink, so I'd have to piss even more. I gave Mark forty bucks for the gas, which was the least I could do. I noticed a big dumpster beside the building and briefly contemplated throwing the booze in it... bookbag and all. But I didn't. Same thing when we parked the Jeep to get the ferry in Bay Shore... you know, no cars allowed in Ocean Beach during the summer. I fooled around and couldn't decide if I should get rid of it there on the mainland... or if I should take it with me and give it to Eric's aunt and uncle. Or, maybe I'd share it with everyone and we'd all just get drunk! But then I thought, no... that'd be weird... me giving away several bottles of hard liquor. Sure as hell, they'd wonder where I got it... and how. And we know that's one thing I can't disclose! So... no teenage drunken brawl on Fire Island for Fourth of July! I left it all in my bookbag, in the Jeep, just like I did at Indian Ridge. And it's a good thing, too. Security was checking everybody's bags and belongings as we all boarded the ferry. The less I have to explain, the better. I made the right decision, because there's no way I would have gotten past "Shir'lee"... this seven-foot-tall security woman with a Jamaican accent. I was next in line, and I unzipped my duffle bag as I approached her. I mean, come on, it's such a fucking invasion of my privacy. I sure hope she doesn't see the condoms! "Heeey, young mon! You gott any-ting you wonna teell me 'bout? Show big Shir'lee whatchu got een da bag, mon!" "Umm, just my clothes...?" I said, scared out of my wits. Old Jamaican Shir'lee was pretty intimidating. Mark was laughing his ass off. "Ooookay!!! You pass, mon! Shir'lee let you go on de boaat! But... chu not a mon. Haha... you jus' da boy!!! Shir'lee don't see no whiskaas on you cheen!" "Well, alrighty then! Thank you very much... Shir'lee!" "Chu boys to-gedder"? she asked, smiling, pointing to Mark and me. "What?????" I said, sorta perturbed. "Umm, yes, ma'm, we're together." Mark answered politely, with a slight laugh. "Ohhh-aahhhh! Shir'lee can teell! Boy-frennn, huh??!" Jesus Christ. Is it THAT obvious? That big old Jamaican Shir'lee could tell Mark and I are in love?? I mean, not that I'm ashamed or anything, but shit! Well, after getting past her, I did need a drink! Mark bought us a soda from a vending machine, which really tasted good. The sun was so hot. We were so red. The ferry sailed, and we were over in Ocean Beach in no time. Mark called Eric and he met us at the dock. "Dudes!!! You're the last two here! Andy's driving me nuts... Jen's driving me nuts! Amy and Nora are driving each other nuts!!! Matt's driving Scott nuts... that kid sooo needs to get laid!! Fuck! They're all nuts!!" "So what all is going on today?" I asked. "Well the parade's over... you guys missed it, but oh well..." "Awww, too bad!" Mark said jokingly. "No biggie!" Eric laughed. "It's already hotter than hell anyway! Too fuckin' miserable for a parade!" "That's for sure!" I chimed in. "Hey Eric, what do you guys have to drink? I'm still really dying of thirst!" "Come on! My uncle's got the fridge full of cold beer!" "Sounds good!" Mark yelped! I thought, what the fuck! After all that... worrying about what I have in my bookbag... and there's a fridge full of beer?!?! I was thinking more like Mountain Dew or something. Son-of-a-bitch! But you know what? Even with the "fridge full of cold beer" that Eric boasted about, it still wasn't a drunken brawl that it could have been. Yeah, shit was available, and in all honesty, probably shouldn't have been. I mean, it was pretty ballsy of Eric's aunt and uncle to have a bunch of kids and a bunch of beer in the same place at the same time. But that's just how they are. I'm sure some of the parents wouldn't have been cool with that, definitely, if they had known. But we're all pretty responsible, I guess. Well, maybe we're not all Disney-clean, but it's all good. And nothing got out of hand, really. Some of the guys had maybe one or two, but Eric had more. He didn't have to work at lifeguarding, so he actually had a few beers that afternoon, I guess just because he could. Later that night he got a little plowed, and so did Jen. Maybe they wanted to drunk-fuck, who knows? Amy drank a little, and I think Mark had one, and so did I. But we really didn't like it all that much. Andy and Scott seemed to be lost in playing video games. I talked to Matt a lot, and I sorta got an idea. Mark worked the crowd, doing his usual... making everyone feel like a million bucks! That night, after we ate, all of us went to the dock concert and talked about watching the fireworks afterward, whoever wanted to. Eventually, we kind-of separated and went our own ways. Matt, Mark, Amy, Nora, and I poked our heads in Sugarland, the town sweet shop, which was really crowded. That's all we could do, was look... Mark is the one who actually went inside and ordered for everyone! We all couldn't resist getting double-scoop waffle cones. Everyone told Mark what ice cream flavor and mix-ins they wanted... But me?? I just got plain old sweet cream! The only thing better would have been a mouthful of Mark's sweet cream! We kind-of split up again, as Matt, Amy and Nora wanted to go back and watch the fireworks. Mark and I were still finishing our cones and told the three of them to go on ahead. "We'll catch up to you guys in a few!" Mark said, knowing all along we were gonna skip it. Instead, he and I went the other way, over some dunes and through the sea oats down to the beach, which was still pretty crowded, despite the fireworks show in town. But we didn't care. We held hands anyway. We walked and walked and walked. Forever. It would have been cool if there had been a long wooden pier, or a boardwalk that we could have gone under. It would be sorta private... yet, still, in the open. We could go under there and hug and kiss, Mark and me... that's what we'd do. And we could get each other naked, and make out, that's what we'd do... We could hug and kiss and fuck in the sand... that's what I really wanted to do... Mark and me... we could fuck in the sand all night long until the sun comes up... And the tide washes us away... (To be continued...)