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Related article: Date: Sun, 8 Jun 2008 13:58:17 -0700 (PDT)From: Kevin Carson Subject: Drummer Boys - Part 39 (Revised)Drummer BoysBy Kevin CarsonThis story is about my relationship with my friend and, well, much, muchmore-than-a-jack-off buddy. Yes, it includes gay teen sex stuff. It'sbased on true experiences but some of the names and places have beenchanged for privacy. Hey, if this is illegal where you're at or if you'retoo young to be reading this, then you better not. Getting in troubleisn't cool. All rights reserved. No reproductions permitted without priorpermission. Copyright 2008.Thanks to everyone who has written to me. I really appreciate yourcomments/feedback and questions about this story. My email is:kc.drummerboyyahoo.com.I also want to apologize for taking so long between chapters. I've beenreally busy doing a bunch of stuff... so I just wanted to say I'm sorry.Sincerely,-kevin.Part 39.Whoever was calling me from area code 512 didn't leave a voice mail. I hadno clue as to where 512 is, and I didn't recognize the phone number,either. Lolita Pedo Fuck I guess if it was all that important they would have left amessage, right?But as it turned out, I could have - and should have - answered it, becauseMarcie and "Mother" went into the house, as if they never even saw Lolita Pedo Fuck me. Imean, I know they saw me... Lolita Pedo Fuck they had to. But then again, it wasn't thatunusual that I'd be getting something from the garage. After all, it's notlike I was breaking in, in the middle of the night or anything! Come onnow! Me... a burglar?? Haha, I'd never do anything like that, now wouldI?? But still, in a way, the fact that they practically ignored me made memore jumpy and nervous. All sorts of things ran through my mind...First, it was obvious that the car in the garage, the tan Pontiac G-6, wasthe one that hit my brother. So somehow, someone in the Lamson householdwas involved. But who? I doubted that Mr. Lamson would have been outdriving that late at night, and surely Mrs. Lamson wasn't either. And Ididn't know Marcie's husband was there... he must have been home for ashort visit because I remember them telling me before that he was away,like on business or something. So when Mr. Lamson mentioned they weretaking him back to the airport... that meant he'd been home. I just didn'tthink he was the rowdy and reckless type. So all bets were on that Marciewas the culprit. What did she know, and more importantly, what had shedone? That remained to be found out.I also wondered if Marcie knew that I returned the booze. Could she haveseen me, even though it was dark and I was really quiet? Surely, if shehad spotted me, she would have done something at the time. I admit, I waspretty sneaky about it, but I'm still not a burglar. If she did know, wasshe planning to come back out and confront me? On the other hand, maybe itwas just too soon and she hadn't figured it out yet. And there was thepossibility that either she wasn't involved in the hit-and-run incident, orthat if she was, she didn't know it was my brother. Which means, maybe itwasn't intentional. Except, you know and I know, that really, any kind ofrecklessness is, in a way, intentional. But I didn't have time to standthere and play FBI and analyze everything.I thought quickly, and even though at the moment I didn't have the nerve toanswer that call I was receiving, I was able to take a picture of the carwith my phone. More evidence! Actually, I took two pictures: one of theside with the missing mirror and the second one of the license plate. Ifigured, if Marcie was gonna come outside to say something to me - whateverthat may be - the longer she waited, I was that much safer, at least for alittle while.I just wanted to finish up my work and get the hell out of there. Thismowing job at the Lamson's was getting to be too much stress. It sure asfuck wasn't worth the money. Still, I completed the trimming, swept up,put the weed whacker and extension cord away and was pleasantly met byMr. Lamson with my check. Thank God he came outside with it... I wasdreading having to knock on the door to tell him I was through, and riskhaving to possibly talk to Lolita Pedo Fuck Marcie."Nice job, Kevin! I'm so glad your brother recommended you. How is he, bythe way?"Shit. Now what the fuck Lolita Pedo Fuck was I Lolita Pedo Fuck gonna say? I wanted to tell him hisslut-bitch-cunt daughter really fucked him up, and Lisa too, but I couldn'tvery well actually say that, now could I? So I was nice. "Well,umm... he's OK I guess, Mr. Lamson." I kept my response short and sweet."Well, actually, he's great! Couldn't be better! Is there anything elseyou want me to do?" I asked, with an urgent tone that plainly said I wantedto get Lolita Pedo Fuck the hell out of there."No."And that's all he said."Well, thanks, Mr. Lamson... I better go now."I decided to throw that in that Keith "couldn't be better." If Mr. LamsonDID have any knowledge of the accident or anything, maybe that would throwhim off.I called Mark on the way home to see what time he'd be done with work, andhe said he'd be finishing up soon, as well."Yeah, I was thinking maybe we could go to the hospital and see Lisa" hesaid."That sounds good to me, but, I gotta talk to you first. You're comingover aren't you?" I wondered."Actually, I was gonna ride your bike to my house and throw it in the backof the Jeep, then come on over. My parents are at the hospital now, andthey have my dad's car.""Alright. See ya in a few...""Wait... what's going on?? You sound so serious, sweetie."He must have been someplace where no one could hear him, because he calledme sweetie! "Oh, just some shit happening... I got this weird phone callthat I didn't answer... actually, I couldn't answer it... anyway, it wasfrom somewhere, I don't know where. I'll tell you all about it when youget to my house...""Wait a minute, bud, you're not making any sense. You get a call and youdon't answer it? What happened to the kid who practically answers hisphone BEFORE it rings?" Mark teased."Knock it off, Mark. Seriously, I'll tell you later. I just didn'trecognize the number, it was like from some funky area code, I dunno.Maybe it was nothing. Maybe a telemarketer or something.""Quit acting so weird. Telemarketers don't call cell phones. Just call itback and ask whoever answers who the fuck they are and why they're callingyou. Toughen up, sweetie. It's no big deal.""Yeah, you're right, but no, well whatever. It just sorta freaked me outat the time, that's all. Lolita Pedo Fuck Just... I'll see ya in a little while. Hurry,OK?"When I got home, Dad was outside in the front yard talking to theneighbors, I guess about all the shit that happened last night... you know,the accident and all. I waved to them, but then kept my head down andwalked up the driveway."Be right in, Kev..." Dad yelled over."OK, Dad."I grabbed a diet Coke from the fridge and practically chugged it, I was sodamn Lolita Pedo Fuck thirsty. Then I had to piss, of course, so on my way to the bathroomI poked my head in on Keith. Naturally, he was asleep. No surprise there,considering everything he'd been through.After I went to the bathroom, I washed up a little. I dunno, I feltdirty... like I should take another shower, but I knew that was ridiculous.Just thinking about the Lamsons makes me feel grungy. I was still a bitnervous, and I waited down in the kitchen for Dad to come in. I really hadto talk to him and explain about the car mirror... how I found it, and all.And somehow I had to tell him that I'm tangled up in this whole mess. Ihad to tell him about the booze and Marcie and how I put it back... how Iwas caught up in all that stuff. I felt sorta responsible. One morefuck-up for me. Maybe he'd understand. I'm tangled up, caught up andfucked up. Complicated, isn't it? But typical, for me."How are you feeling, Kev?""I'm fine, Dad. You?" I didn't wait for him to answer. "Um... can I talkto you? Like, now, it's important.""Sure... what's up?""First, how's Keith? I checked when I came in just now and he wassleeping. Lolita Pedo Fuck Is he feeling any better?""Well, he got up a while ago, and he's pretty sore, all over. I think youstiffen up in an accident like that, and even though he's in good shape,I'm sure he's got bones and muscles hurting that he didn't Lolita Pedo Fuck even knowexisted. So he'll be in pain for a while.""Dad, please don't be mad at me, but I might have had something to do withwhat happened... the accident and all..." I just blurted it out."What? How?""Seriously, Dad. It sorta goes back to that bottle of scotch I found atthe Lamson's.""I'm not following you here, Kev..." Dad nodded skeptically."Well, remember when I found that hidden bottle of whiskey and was askingyou about it, and you told me not to drink it... remember? But I did,kind-of. What I mean is, I sort-of drank some of it anyway, even thoughyou told me not to.""What?? Whatever... what's that got to do with the accident?""Well, Marcie Lamson caught me. I was in their shed, you know, one dayafter I got done doing my work. But I wasn't really drinking it... I justput the bottle to my lips and tasted it, that's all, and she walked in bysurprise. I was stunned. And a bit scared, I'd say.""What the hell are you getting at? I told you to leave that stuff alone.And from what I gather, Marcie Lamson is bad news. So... pleaseexplain...""Like I said, Dad, I only wanted a sip, like... to taste it. Lolita Pedo Fuck It's not likeI was getting wasted or anything, but I realize now what it must havelooked like what I was doing and what she thought."I could tell Dad was getting a little pissed, something that I hoped toavoid, but which I guess, under the circumstances, was predictable. He Lolita Pedo Fuck hada right to be angry with me, but still, Dad usually always forgives me.Just then, Mark tapped on the back door, then he walked right in the house.(Just a little sidebar here: Mark is perfectly fine doing that at ourhouse... walking right in. And he can help himself to anything he wants.Like, he can get in the fridge or use the bathroom withoutasking... whatever. He practically lives here, you know. I, on the otherhand, CANNOT and DO NOT do as I please at his house. Part of it's justme... a "Kevin" thing... one of my little quirks. The only other place onearth I feel COMPLETELY comfortable doing whatever I feel like is at mygrandparent's house. And part of it's Mark's family. Well, just his mom,really. She sort-of puts up this barrier that I feel like I'm not quite aswelcome there as he is here. Whatever...)"Could you give us a minute, Mark?" Dad said, rather sharply, in spite ofthe usual "you're-always-welcome-because-you're-like-part-of-the-family"greeting that he's known for."Oops... sure, Mr. C... sorry... I'll just... wait... outside...""No, Dad, it's OK. Mark should hear all of this, too. It involves him aswell..."They both looked at me in Lolita Pedo Fuck amazement and said "WHAT??????" at the same time."This is getting stranger by the second, Kevin." Dad said."What are you guys talking about, Kev?" Mark asked. "Me???""No... I sorta got myself into a situation that might have led to thiswhole accident thing with Lisa and Keith. You know, what happened andall.""Go on," Lolita Pedo Fuck Dad insisted. I could tell he was really on the verge of beingtotally pissed off."Well, I was just telling my Dad that I had found a Lolita Pedo Fuck bottle of scotch hiddenin a box in the Lamson's shed, when I was painting their porch. I askedDad about it and he told me to leave it alone, but I was curious what ittasted like and I took a sip. I know, I know... it was stupid... a baddecision on my part... but... Anyway, at that very moment, who walks inand sees me holding the open bottle?? You guessed it! Marcie. And shegave me like eight brand new bottles of different kinds of liquor, like rumand vodka and stuff."What?? Like, why would she give you eight bottles of hard liquor?" Markchuckled. "That's stupid. I mean, so... she busted you. Whatever. No bigdeal.""Well, she made it a big deal... I guess to shut me up. She basicallythreatened me.""But why?""I dunno... I guess so if I told anyone, she could say I stole it, that'swhat she tried to make it look like. That's what she said when I told herI'd tell you, Dad. She laughed and said no one would believe me, that itwas my word against hers. So I thought, what the fuck... I'm fucked.""KEVIN!!!""SORRY!! I mean, I'm screwed.""What do you mean? The booze was there because they're all drunks anyway.Everyone knows that... all three of them, and Marcie's husband, too.They're all, like... alcoholics," Mark added. "It's no secret what goes onthere.""I was just an easy target. She thought she could use it against me andtried to blackmail me. She put the booze in my bookbag, giving it to me soher old lady wouldn't find it. But she told me to get rid of itrespectfully... don't just pour it out. She even said I could use it toget a girl drunk just to fuck her...""KEVIN!!! I'm warning you!!"Yikes! Dad was really angry. Could it have been my language??"Sorry!! I mean... get a girl drunk to take advantage of her. I knew thatwasn't going to happen, so I just left and brought it home first. Well Ikept it and all, and like, when Lolita Pedo Fuck we were at Indian Ridge and you lifted upmy bookbag I thought I'd die. I didn't want you to find out what I had init before I had a chance to tell you.""What?? We drove all over God-knows-where... all the way to the end ofLong Island and back with that stuff in my mom's car? Jesus, Kev, we couldhave gotten stopped by the police! Then what??""Well it's not like that hasn't happened before," I snapped back. "Youalways seem to handle the cops just fine, Mark. Just fine," I said,somewhat sarcastically."What???" Dad asked. "Is there something else I don't know about?? Haveyou two been stopped by the police before??"Neither Mark nor I answered that, acting as if Dad hadn't asked. I'm sureit'll come back and bite me in the ass eventually, though."What if WE'd gotten in an accident?" Shit, so why DIDN'T you tell me??""I dunno... I just wasn't thinking." Fuck, now Mark was pissed at me too,I could tell. "Come on, you guys, it's not like Lolita Pedo Fuck that. I just wasn'tthinking. I mean, I was thinking... it's all I was thinking aboutreally... I just made some not-so-great decisions, that's all."Oh boy. I think Mark and I just had our first fight."Yeah, well, you put Mark in a really bad position because you weren'tthinking right, Kevin. If something had happened, BOTH of you could havebeen in some REALLY big trouble. Jesus... and you could have told ME aboutthis a hell of a lot sooner. You had to know I'd find out... somehow,sooner or later," Dad said."I thought we trusted each other, Kev..."Shit! I started to cry when he said that... questioning our trust. Itreally hurt. I was hoping that I wouldn't break down during all of this,and somehow I quickly recovered, although my voice was shaking and a bitsqueaky. "Mark... we do... trust each other! It's just that... thiswasn't your problem... I wanted to handle it on my own, I guess. Imean... I want to show you guys that I CAN handle things. Jeez, I know howmessed up this must sound... but... then when we got home I realized Ididn't have my bookbag, and that's when I called you...""You mean, you freaked out...""Whatever. And that's when Keith and I made up and I asked him to drive meback out to Bay Shore to look for it, and I was lucky enough to findit... I just kind-of misplaced it... so then what I ended up doingis... was... whatever... I ended up returning it to the Lamson's. It'sjust that I didn't tell them about it... exactly... I had Keith drop me offnear their house and I sneaked in and put it back, in the potting shed,just the way it was.""Keith knows about this??" Dad quizzed me."No, Dad, I didn't give him the details, not yet. Honest, I was gonna tellall you guys about this, I was. It's just all this other stuff happenedfirst.""So back up a step. You mean, you broke into the Lamson's shed... theirLOCKED shed, by the way, and you went in there, in the dark, without theirknowledge or permission??" Dad asked. "Sounds like breaking and enteringto me!""Sorta, but I wouldn't put it like that, Dad. I'm allowed to go in therebecause I do their lawn.""Try again, Kevin... you don't mow their lawn at 11:00 o'clock at night.""Whatever, Dad. I know you're majorly pissed at me, and you have a rightto be, but I knew I fucked up - I mean MESSED up, sorry - and I wanted tojust get rid of it. And you know what Dad? I felt better after I did it,after I got rid of it, after I put it back in the shed. OK, that's notentirely true... I felt dirty, but a little better that I knew I took careof it... not the way you're saying I should have, but I DID take care ofit. You gotta give me a little credit for SOMEthing.""Go on...""So, then, that's when we looked at pictures and stuff, and ate and thenKeith went out and Mark came over, and then, you know... the accident. Andyou know how Keith kept saying it was someone in a tan or gold Buick orwhatever that tried to run him off the road. Well, Marcie and her husbandhave a tannish-colored Pontiac G-6! I saw it... it's in the garage at theLamson's! I just saw it today when I was in there. It's the car that hitKeith, I'm positive!""He also said it might have been a foreign car. And besides - gold, tan,whatever - it's a pretty common color.""Yes, Dad, I know. But...""But WHAT???"Keith also said the person tried to pass him on the left and tried to runhim off the road. Well, this morning, as I was leaving, I found a carmirror in the flowers out front... and Dad... it's tan metallic, and it hadlike blue paint scrapes on it... from Keith's car...""Where are you going with all this Kevin?""Dad, Mark... listen... I put the mirror on the shelf in our garage... comeon, I'll show you..." We walked out in the garage and I showed Dad and Markthe car mirror. Now, all of a sudden, they didn't seem so pissed... thetide was turning, so-to-speak. "And, get this, guys... the mirror on thepassenger side of the G-6 in the Lamson's garage is missing! It's gone!It's fucking missing!!" I also showed them the Lolita Pedo Fuck pictures I took of the carwith my phone.Dad didn't yell at me Lolita Pedo Fuck for using the F-word that time!"Do you think Marcie thought it was you driving, Kev? And tried to hurt youon Lolita Pedo Fuck purpose?"I don't know... I think she knows I don't drive yet... and we're not sureshe was the one driving... it could have been any of them... even herhusband, because he was home for a visit.""Let's not jump to conclusions, Kev. We haven't proved anything, yet.""But, Dad, get real... what else could it be?"Dad held on to the mirror and just as we were leaving the garage to go backinto the kitchen, Keith surprised us. "What's going on?" he asked, stillkind-of sleepy, "Were you guys arguing or something? Little Dude... youwoke me up.""Sorry, Keith... but I have something to tell you... I think Marcie Lamsonmight have been the one who hit you, or at least she had something to dowith it... I found this mirror in the flowers out front today, and theyhave a goldish-tan G-6 in their garage... with the passenger side mirrormissing...""Holy shit! Why would Marcie do something like that?""Well your brother's making some assumptions, and there's a little Lolita Pedo Fuck more toit, but it does seem like he's on the right track..." Finally, it seemedDad was on my side. I knew he'd come around, eventually. He always does."What are you gonna do, Dad? Like, can we go over there, to the Lamson'sand check this out, right now?" Keith Lolita Pedo Fuck asked."No, no... I'll handle it. How are you feeling, son? Are you up to goingto see Lisa?""I'm fine, Dad, just a little sore. But yeah, I was gonna take a showerand then go. Kev, Mark... what about you guys?""Yeah we wanna go too...""Um... Mark, Keith... go on inside. Kevin, let's talk a minute..."Oh God, here it comes! "Yes, Dad?"Dad paused slightly, but even with the softness in his voice, I felt theimpact. Dad rarely raises his voice... well, he does a little, like when Ikept saying "fuck." But the yelling doesn't last long. Believe me, I knowwhen he means business. "Son, this took me a little by surprise. I'm notas angry as you think I am. I wish you'd have come to me right as soon asthis happened, but you didn't. So... we have to do something about this.""What can you do Dad? Are you gonna tell the police?""Well, yes, I have to. There's no option but to turn this over to theinvestigators. It's the right thing to do. On the other hand, I don'twant you dragged through a bunch of stuff. We've all been through enough.But, that said, we better put our helmets on, because I have a feeling thisis going to be a tough one. You'll need to make a statement to the police,and they'll have to be absolutely sure this mirror is from that car.Common sense tells us it is, but legally, the police have to determine thatfact.""So, I have to make a statement?? Like, am I gonna have to sit at in oneof those little rooms at one of those little tables with that bright lighthanging over it like on "Law & Order"? Will you be with me? And do I haveto tell them everything? Am I in trouble... again??""No, you're not in trouble - with the police. And yes, I'll be with you.But I'm afraid you will have to tell them everything... up front.""Like... do I have to tell them about the booze? Will Mark get introuble?""Yes, you have to tell them, and no, it won't affect Mark at all. If youdon't tell them and Marcie does, or if they ask and suspect you're holdingany information back, then that's a problem. I learned a long time ago - Ithink when I was about your age - that full disclosure is the best. It'sthe only way. Get it all out in the open.""But Dad, I can't... I can't bring Mark into this. His parents will findout everything, and I'm already on thin ice withEllen... erm... Mrs. Graham. I swear, she'll never let him see me again,and honestly Dad, I couldn't handle that.""I'll deal with the Grahams... don't worry. Now, I need to get to thepolice station with this right away. I'll go while you're at the hospital.Keep your phone on, and try not to talk about this any more with yourbrother or Mark, for the time being. Listen to me and do what I say thistime, understand? And Kevin, please, you really need Lolita Pedo Fuck to watch thelanguage... please.""Yes, I understand. But, Dad... you said I won't be in trouble with thepolice... but, am I in trouble with you?""No."And that's all he said.We went inside, and before the dust even had a chance to settle, Dad wastedno time calling my grandfather, I guess so he could tell him everythingthat I just told him. I don't think Mark heard any of the conversation,but I did, and I know Dad said something to Grandpa to the effect of, "wellyou're the criminal lawyer in the family." That comment made meimmediately get goosebumps in the crack of my ass. Deep down, I knew Dadknew the right thing to do, but I never, ever thought there would actuallybe anything "criminal" about any of this. But, what the fuck do I know? IDO know one thing: I'll never be a lawyer. I might be a teacher... or awriter... or, even a professional drummer! Haha, I have a better chance ofbeing a rockstar than a pornstar! Whatever.Oh well... back to reality... I had butterflies in my stomach, feelingspacier than an astronaut. Mark followed me up to my room... but not tofool around. We were waiting for Keith to finish up in the bathroom. Ihad to acknowledge our little spat."OK, are you still mad at me?" I asked, sheepishly."No, sweetie, I'm not.""That was our first fight, wasn't it?""No, Kevin, don't feel that way. I was stunned by everything, and I thinkyour dad was too, but honest, I'm not mad at you. And I'm really sorryabout what I said about us trusting each other. You should be mad at MEfor saying that.""No worries." I wanted to force my tongue down Lolita Pedo Fuck Mark's throat and just kisshim to death and make out and just... fade away. Me and him."Well, since you think we Lolita Pedo Fuck had a fight, sweetie, you know what theysay... that "make-up sex" is pretty awesome, so... we'll just haveto... "you know"... a little later...!" We laughed."If that's the case, we'll have to fight more often!""Yeah, right."Mark lay across my bed, sprawled out beautifully, and of course, I couldn'thelp drooling as I gazed at his crotch. Damn, I just couldn't take my eyesoff of his famous bulge. I mean, it was right there on display for my eyesonly! I love it! I could have easily jumped on top of him, but, I didn'tdare. Besides, Dad or Keith could have easily walked in on us. Not thatthat ever stopped us before..."You're doing that on purpose, aren't you??!!""What??? I'm not doing anything... I'm just laying here, that's all. Whatdo you mean??" Mark smiled teasingly. "I'm just a little tired, that'sall.""Yeah, well I bet if I hopped on top of you and rode that horsecock ofyours you wouldn't be so tired!" We both giggled like little girls,because we both knew that was true!I put on some music, specifically the Shrek 2 soundtrack... even morespecifically, the song "You're So True," which made Mark smile. "Damn it,sweetie! Remember when we rented that movie and watched it over Lolita Pedo Fuck at Scottand Matt's? When we got back to my house we were gonna watch it again,but... you kept me up all night... and we just kept playing the movie overand over... with the sound turned off!""Yeah, well, as I recall... we didn't watch too much of the movie becauseYOU kept ME up... in more ways than one!""Fucking and sucking! You're amazing, Kev!""OK, you're dreaming, homie. YOU are the amazing one." Mark never stoppedsmiling when I said that, and just lay on the bed with his eyes closed andhis hands behind his head. "You gonna take a nap, or what??" I teased."I might!"I was glad Mark and I were planning on even more "making up" later on. Iwas really happy that our first little fight was just that... little, andnothing too serious. I couldn't live without him.As we were waiting for Keith and Dad, my mind reverted back to the phonecall I got earlier at the Lamson's. I was curious as hell who it mighthave been, so I did an area code lookup on the computer. Wow! Idiscovered that 512 is the area code for Austin, Texas. Hmm... that'sright! Austin fuckin' Texas!The only person I know from "Austin fuckin' Texas" is Allie... AllieStewart... you know, from the camping trip at Indian ridge. Wait!! That'sit! That's who it must have been! Allie!!! I remembered her saying she'soriginally from Austin, and her folks and her brother live there. Iwondered - if it was in fact Allie - why she'd call and not leave amessage. And I thought, Mark was right... that all I needed to do was tocall the number back. Jeez, I hoped everything was alright."Mark... that mystery phone call... it was Allie, I'm positive,because... the number is from Austin, Texas and that's where she's from,remember??!!""Call her... see what she wants..."But just as I started to re-dial, Dad came in. so I abandoned the idea ofthe callback... for the moment, that is. "OK, boys, let's get going. Lolita Pedo Fuck Yourbrother's ready."When the four of us got to North Shore, Mark's parents were still there.Lisa was sitting up and seemed to be feeling a lot better, given thecircumstances. It brought back memories of Mark being in that very samehospital not long ago when he had his tonsils out.Mr. and Mrs. Graham and Dad went out in the hall after a few minutes, thenhe poked his head in to say goodbye, and that he'd call me if he needed me.Now my heart was starting to pound, because you know what? Seeing Lisa inthe hospital only made the accident even more vivid. And knowing where Dadwas going, and what he was about to tell... well, reality set in even more.Plus, knowing that I couldn't tell Mark, or even Keith any of this... shit!I was a nervous wreck."God, Little Dude... you're a spaz all of a sudden... what's gotten intoyou?" Keith wondered."Nothing. Umm, I'm just gonna wait in the hall."Lisa was going to be fine, which made me feel a little better. Soon, Markcame out. "You OK??""Yeah. Hey, I'm gonna try to call Allie now. Let's go down to the lobby."I nervously redialed, and guess what? Sure enough, my detective work paidoff! It was Allie for sure!"Allie? Hi, it's Kevin Carson.""Kevin!! Hey!!""I guess you called me? I wasn't really sure it was you since you didn'tleave a message, and in fact, I didn't recognize the area code or thenumber, so I didn't know who the hell was calling me. Anyway, I looked upthe area code and figured it might be you since it's an Austin, Texasnumber. I thought I'd just re-dial and see who answered. And it's you!!Is everything OK?""Oh, I've had that same number since I first got a cell phone, and I justkept it when I moved to New York. I can't believe I forgot to give you mynumber when you gave me yours. But, yeah, everything's fine! I didn'tleave a message because Jon walked in just as I was calling, and then I gotsidetracked, and I meant to call you back. Then I thought maybe you werebusy, but...""Well, what's going on?""Yeah, well, I've been thinking so much about you, and I just wanted tocall and say hi.""OK... so... HI!!!!" We both laughed, a bit nervously. But I was smiling,and so was Mark, even though he couldn't hear both ends of theconversation. "So... how's Jon? Did you guys have a fun time out atIndian Ridge?? Like I bet you partied your asses off and stuff!""Well, yeah... sort-of. Actually, Jon's doing OK... busy... we're bothbusy, taking a summer class, both of us, and working and... I want toapologize. He's not a bad guy at all. I didn't want you to think that...""Allie, come on... I don't think Jon's a creep or anything. I'm not reallyall that good with people, either, but hey... Jon's cool. It's all good!""There's another reason I wanted to call... I wanted to talk to you,and...""And... what??""Kevin... I have a huge favor. Something you said... you really touchedme, and I've been thinking about it non-stop since we met. And I know Idon't know you all that well, but I want to change that, and...""Well... and what???""It's about my brother...""Nick??? Is everything OK??""Yeah, he's fine! God, Kevin, when you said that, about how you'd like tomeet him... well it's a great idea. He and my folks are coming to visit ina few weeks, and I'd love for us to get together. I know it's a lot toask...""Allie!!! I'd love it!!! It'll be perfect!!" I was practically screaming.Mark was hanging on me, wanting to know everything Allie and I were Lolita Pedo Fuck talkingabout. Oh my God, I was getting another call. It was Dad. Shit!"So, Kevin, I was ----king maybe you -nd I cou-d -eet up first, so -- can-alk about it... ... ..." she kept breaking up and I didn't get all ofwhat she was saying."Allie, I'll call you back. I'm losing the call here at the hospital andmy Dad's calling and it's important, so I gotta go." I answered Dad's calland he told me to meet him at the canopy in front of the hospital... he'dpick me up and take me to the police station.Talk about mixed emotions... Jesus. Now my stomach was churning again,because I knew what I was going to have to do in, like, the next 20 minutesor so. It was torture, plain and simple. But I had to do it for mybrother and Lisa.And the other feeling was sort-of euphoric... hearing from Allie, and thatwe would meet her brother soon! That gave me a good feeling, because it'sexactly what I wanted to do... make a new friend, and maybe un-do some ofthe stupid shit I've done in the past. I was in a roller-coaster and notstrapped in.If I had only answered when Allie called me when I was in the Lamson'sgarage... if I had known of her plans for us to meet Nick... well it wouldhave given me something to look forward to. I mean, I DO look forward toit. It's just that maybe had I known that all along, it would have madetelling Dad and Mark what I had to tell them a whole lot easier. Tellingthem had it's ups and downs, that's for sure. Both of them, angry with meat the same time, that was a lot. But I'm lucky their anger wasshort-lived. I'll never keep anything from Mark ever again... ever. Iknow they love me... Dad and Mark... they love me. And I love them.Dad pulled up Lolita Pedo Fuck just as I walked out the front door of the hospital... Ihopped in and we were at the police Lolita Pedo Fuck station within five minutes. I didn'thave the courage to ask Dad what he and the police talked about, but itmust have been substantial, because there I was, not quite ready totell-all about Marcie Lamson... and then some.I won't go into great detail about what it was like talking to theinvestigator, except that it was really nothing like on "Law & Order." Dadsat right beside me, across from the detective... Lt. Kline. In a way, thesetting reminded me of that day last fall in Mr. Hartman's office when Iwas stuck in that pile of shit with Emily DeMarco. It's all sort-of fuzzyto me, what I told the police, because I really was a nervous wreck. Itold him everything... about finding the scotch, about Marcie and aboutfinding the mirror... then discovering the tan G-6 in the Lamson's garage.Dad led Lolita Pedo Fuck me through a lot of it. If I ever needed a Xanax, that was it.It weirded me out to be there, too, because, in every situation, I'vemanaged to wiggle my way out of my incidents with the police. I admit,I've had a little help from Mark and stuff. But, I just automatically feelguilty. Luckily, I didn't run into Officer Hardass or Officer Flashlight,I guess because they work the night shift. Either way, police stations arecreepy places.Detective Kline was very nice, and explained that, while he couldn'tforesee the outcome, my information was very helpful to the investigation.More than likely, though, whatever was to happen, if the Lamson's areinvolved, it would probably be settled out of court and through theinsurance companies."With no real witnesses, unless there is a confession of some sort, this isjust one of those things. I know that's not really the answer you want tohear," he told Dad and me, "but, probably the most we're looking at is ahit-skip.""Yeah, so... isn't the mirror enough evidence to throw them in jail??""Simply throwing someone in jail isn't always the best answer. But beforeit even gets to something like that, let us complete the investigation.Then it's up to the DA. I will tell you this, if you hadn't found themirror and come forward, your brother might be the one facing charges offailure to control Lolita Pedo Fuck or reckless operation... especially with the young ladyin the hospital. So, Kevin... you've done the right thing.""But what about making whoever did this take responsibility?" Iasked. "They should pay.""I assure you both, the responsible party will be held accountable. Thisisn't just going to go away. But it's tricky, and believe me, Kevin, aboveall else... at the end of the day, what your Dad wants is what's best forLisa Graham... your brother... and you."OK, that was a bit overwhelming. I guess the path of least resistence isthe settlement and resolution Dad was getting at.When we were done, Detective Kline actually thanked me, and mentioned thatthe pictures I took would also be helpful. He asked if I had any otherquestions for him, and the only thing I wanted to know was if I was goingto have to confront Marcie."No."And that's all he said.After all the "thank-you's" and cordial "we'll-get-back-to-you's" and such,Dad and I finally left. We didn't say a whole lot on the way back to thehospital. I was drained. But I did ask Dad about having to tell Keithabout all of this. He said we'd sit down together, the three of us andtalk about it, and not to worry about it. Keith was ready to leave, andMark said he was going home with his Dad."Kev... wanna stay over tonight?""I guess so." I mean, of course I wanted to stay over with Mark. I thinkhis mom was gonna stay at the hospital a while longer, and his dad didn'tseem to care one way or another. Then Dad and Mr. Graham talkedprivately... I'm sure Dad was filling him in on whatever. I never asked.I trusted Dad that he would make it all good between our family and theGrahams. Not that there was anything bad... it was more my perception thatwe were on a slippery slope, particularly with Mrs. Graham, since I felt Iwas somewhat responsible for the accident, in a roundabout way. And it wasmy brother driving the car, but it's her daughter in the hospital. And Idunno, just the little things she's said about us in the past, like "Godonly knows what goes on at the Carson's"... you know, shit like that. Butone thing I know is they really like Dad, so I trust that it's all good.Or at least that it's going to Lolita Pedo Fuck be. Dad will make sure of that.I didn't have much of an appetite, but I sorta snacked around once we gothome. Keith took a vicodin and went back to sleep. I think Debbie Kirschwas going to come over and hang out with Dad. That didn't bother me... Iwas OK with it. She makes Dad happy, so I can live with that.As I Lolita Pedo Fuck was getting my things ready to take over to Mark's, I called Allieback, and explained why I had to hang up so abruptly. We giggled andlaughed as if we had known each other all our lives. I told Lolita Pedo Fuck her all aboutthe accident and about Lisa being in the hospital and all, and I gave herthe "Reader's Digest" version of having to talk to the police. I justcouldn't re-live all of that again in detail. I just want Marcie out of mymind. I did confide that I've been on one hell of a rocket-ship ride, andthanked her for helping to balance the emotions. I don't know if shecompletely understood that.Since Nick and her parents wouldn't be in New York for a couple of weeks,Allie and I agreed to meet in the city in a few to have lunch andjust... catch up on things. Any excuse to take a train into New York isfine with me! I'll probably tell her more then. My life history! I can'twait to tell her all about Mark and me, and about Nora, and about thelittle plan in the back of my head to introduce Matt Kramer and Nick. Iknow they'll hit it off! And I'll tell her all about Townsend, too. I'lltell her everything.Debbie was just walking in the front door as I was leaving. We made alittle bit of polite small-talk, and she asked me if I had a date. I sortasaid "yes." She's smart... I think she knows."See ya, Kev!" Dad smiled."OK, see you guys... have fun!"I had put him through a lot in the last 24 hours, that's for sure. But wegot through it, and it was cool to see him with a big old smile on hisface. He knows both of his sons are OK, and I honestly think thats how hegets from one day to the next. From now on, I'm gonna tell him everything,right from the start.I gave Dad a quick hug, walked a few steps, then turned around and gaveDebbie one too. I dunno, it just seemed like the right thing to do.Well on the way to Mark's I stopped in Blockbuster just for the hell of it.I looked at the new releases, but figured we weren't going to watch a movieanyway. So I rented "Shrek 2." I thought that would make himlaugh... sort-of a little "Kevin and Mark" thing!"Hey sweetie!" Mark greeted me when I got there."What a day, huh?""I'll say!""Here... I got you a present!" I tossed the "Shrek Lolita Pedo Fuck 2" dvd to him."Fucker!!" He laughed. "Come on, let's go downstairs."It was quiet around the Graham house. Only his dad was home, and it wasalmost as if we had the entire house to ourselves. He wouldn't bother us.Mark grabbed us a couple of sodas and some crackers and other snacky shitand we hit the couch.I think we both had one thing on our minds: we wanted to make out allnight. All. Night. And never stop.We did stop a few times, though. Once, after about a fifteen minutelip-lock, I finally took my hands out of his pants and he took his tongueout of my throat. "I called Allie again." I whispered."Yeah, what was that all about?? I was dying to know what the fuck wasgoing on.""Well, her mom and dad and brother are gonna come to New York in a fewweeks and we're all gonna get together, like all of us.""That's cool. I know this means a lot to you, sweetie.""Yeah..."Then I dove in on his cock. Lolita Pedo Fuck At some point in the session I had alreadyunzipped his jeans. And mine too, for that matter. I sorta get soinvolved that I lose track of minor details like that. The pre-cum wasreally flowing, and I don't have to tell you how delicious his is. Isucked and slurped and he worked his way down to me and did the same. Itdidn't take long to get every stitch of clothing off. I ended up sittingon Mark's lap, his knees spread apart and our boners sticking straight up.We kissed and played with each others hair and nipples and balls. Icouldn't stop and I licked his abs and tummy and all the way down to hissweet shiny knob and shaft.It didn't take long. I bobbed up and down and played with his balls andwithin seconds my boy was moaning and whisper-screaming. "Uh uh uhuuuhhhhh... ohhhhhh oh oh oh GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!! Holy shit!!!!!!!! Oh my godoh my god FUUUUUCKKKKKK!!!!!!! FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUUUUCCCKKKKK!!!Talk about a rocket ship ride! I took my time licking up his love cream.Most of it anyway. He scooped up some of it and mixed it with my precum,using it as lube as he jacked me off. I swear, I had my legs up around hisshoulders and I bent backwards down over his thighs, and my head all theway down to his feet. He played with my balls and ass while he jerked,until it was my turn to scream. In that position it was hard to catch mybreath. It was wild. It always is."Jesus Christ, that was incredible!" I sqeaked out... out of breath, bothof us drenched with sweat and cum. "You're right about "make-up sex" beingfan-fucking-tastic!!" Everything from our bodies was mixed together. Iwas all tingly as Mark smeared our stuff all over my balls, stomach andaround my hole. I love that, even though it sort-of tickled.We sorta giggled and chugged our sodas, which tasted really good after thatintense sexual workout. I think I prefer "cum and coke" instead of "rumand coke"!"Should we put in the movie now?" Mark laughed."It's your call!" He did, with the sound down low, and we sat side byside, tangled up and naked. Just the way we like it.I knew I couldn't tell him everything about the police and all. I justknew I couldn't go there... it's was Dad's rule, not mine. But as I satthere, thinking, I knew I had to say something."Another coke?""Yeah, sure."Mark quickly threw on his clothes so he could go back upstairs to get oursodas. I sat there thinking, still naked.When he got back down in the basement, two seconds later, I wanted to talk."You OK, sweetie?""Yeah... yeah... You know... umm, Mark, I uh, just want you to know thatI'm sorry I didn't tell you about Marcie and Lolita Pedo Fuck the liquor and all thatbullshit. I mean, I don't want to re-hash all of that, but I want you toknow that I'm really, really sorry, and I'll never do it again. I thoughtI was doing the right thing, too, when I didn't tell you about Townsendalso.""But, Kev, that was different. He asked you not to tell.""I know, but I should have told you. From now on, I'll tell youeverything, I swear. In fact, I'm also not supposed to really talk aboutwhen my Dad Lolita Pedo Fuck and I were at the police station today... I mean, you alreadyknow about that, and there's really nothing new about that, except thatthey're glad I came forward about the mirror and all... but Mark... we'lltell each other everything, always... right? We'll never hold anythingback, with each other... right?? Never... we'll never hold anythingback..."No."And that's all he said... then he looked away.(To be continued...)
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