The Drummer takes a pounding

I worked as a stock boy part time at Wallco because I was still in high-school. I worked two or three evenings a week and a full eight hours on Saturday and Sunday.

There were a handful of other part time stock boys. Most of them are still in high school. One of the part timers, Jimmy, rode to work with me because he lived a few houses away from mine. The boss was pretty good about scheduling us for the same nights. Most of the time. As long as I didn’t piss him off.

Jimmy was the drummer for my band that another part time stock boy and I had put together. It was a terrible band but all our friends had us over to play at their parties because we only asked that they buy us beer. Being young, midwestern musicians, we loved beer.

I played guitar and Jimmy played drums, but his kit had no cymbals. The other member of the band was Chris and he played guitar as well. It was an odd combo. The best thing about it was that it got Chris and I laid a lot. Girls love a guy that can play guitar.

Jimmy was a good looking kid and the girls came on to him a lot but he always turned them down.

I suspected Jimmy was gay. It was confirmed for me when he sucked my dick on the way home from a gig. I was a little buzzed and hadn’t gotten laid at the party because the cops had busted us before it got dark. I mentioned to Jimmy that I was horny.

Jimmy blushed and said, “I can see that.” He looked right at the bulge in my pants.

Joking around I said, “Too bad friends can’t give each other blow jobs.”

Jimmy looked away and blushed. Mumbling he said, “I’ll suck your dick if you want me to.” I heard him but I asked him to repeat himself. “Look, if you don’t tell anybody,” he said with a quaver, “I’ll suck your dick.

Jimmy was a skinny blonde headed kid, with lips like a girl. He was good looking. But I wasn’t a girl, or gay.

I didn’t think I was gay. Me and my best friend sucked each other’s dicks when we were young, but I hadn’t thought of doing that with another guy until Jimmy offered to do it to me that day.

“Um,” I said. Now I was blushing. It made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. “Okay,” I said. I don’t know if I would have gone along with it had I not been so horny.

“I’ve never done it before,” Jimmy said, but I think he was lying. Like me, he’d probably had gay experiences. “How do I start?”

I had both hands on the steering wheel. “Um,” I said, too embarrassed to talk. After a while Jimmy reached over and rubbed the bulge in my pants. They were really tight, as was the style back then. He tried pulling down my zipper, but couldn’t. I arched my back, then reached down and unzipped my pants. He slipped his hand in and played with my dick. I felt like my body was blushing. I got goosebumps. We really weren’t supposed to be doing this.

By that time in my life I had had sex with a few girls but none of them ever volunteered to go down on me, I always had to talk them into it. I liked going down on girls, but they didn’t like it. They sure didn’t want to kiss you after you’d put your tongue in their crotch.

The offer of a blow job from Jimmy was intriguing because I’d never had a girl offer to blow me.