One Day after Band

Category: Male-Male (MM)
Submitted by: Charlie Age: 19 Gender: Male

I was a freshman and being in the marching band meant I already had some friends at the high school. The band was really close and we were all friends.

I was discovering my own homosexuality and soon developed a huge crush on the woodwind co-captain, Chris. He was also on the cross-country team so he had a lean, tan body with nice muscle definition.

Marching all day long in the hot sun during band camp meant he needed to take off his shirt quite often and so I would just gawk at his perfect body.

He was my brother's best friend and three years older than me. I still would wish at night he would admit to loving me or something. Luckily his girlfriend was studying abroad that year in Germany, so I had a chance.

Our marching band season was coming to a close and we were to perform at one last home football game. We had had a great season, scoring really high at competitions. We were still riding the high of getting first in our region.

After the game we were in the bandroom changing, like after any performance. I was so relieved to get out of that blazing hot uniform, but I liked watching Chris change even more.

He yelled to my brother as he was getting his pants on "Hey! I'll take Charlie home for you. Wanna come to Denny's with us?" He had just invited me to go to Denny's with him. Most of the band always went there after games, I was usually the only Freshman invited along but it felt special being invited by him. My brother declined the offer but said that I could go if I wanted as long as I got a ride from someone, Chris stepped in and offered.

Everyone left but Chris told me to hang on because he was still changing. Even the band director left, telling us to lock up.

Chris handed me his uniform and asked me to hang it up in uniform storage for him. I went in the storage room and he followed with his shakko (marching hat) to put it away. He closed the door behind him and we were there in that small room together. He said "I have something I have been meaning to tell you....it's really hard to say". "Shoot". "I can only show you how I feel about this". He slowly bent down and his lips lightly touched mine in a kiss. I said 'Oh, wow! Those are some strong feelings but....I feel the same way".

I pulled his head back down and kissed him more passionately. He quickly began ripping my clothes off. I reached down and unzipped his pants, pulling them off. I ripped off his shirt and by now we were in our boxers. I had a pretty hard cock now and he grasped it in his hand.

He began kissing my neck which sent shivers down my back. I opened the door and pulled him back into the bandroom. We fell onto the floor in the dark. I ripped off his underwear and kissed his dick, putting it in my mouth. I went up and down licking the shaft and his groans grew louder. He sounded like he was about to come and pulled it out of my mouth. He stroked it a few times and shot his load on me, some of it getting on my saxophone I hadnt put away yet. He licked the cum off of my face, chest, and stomach.

He bent down and licked my nipple, playfully bitting a little. He turned around and got on his hands and knees and yelled "Fuck me! Now! Fuck me hard!"

I happily obeyed his orders, being kind of turned on by his commanding tone. I got behind him and lubed my dick and his hole. I slowly slid it into place and he winced a little. I pushed slowly until he had taken me all the way down to my pubes. I slowly humped him, sliding in and out, in and out. His breathing became labored as he stroked his dick. I was starting to get the sam old tight feeling in my stomach as the friction increased as did my tempo. I started breathing heavy too and went faster and faster.

The slapping sound of my balls on his ass was somewhat reminiscent of the metronome used in band class. I was jerked from my reverie when I heard Chris shout and saw him spray his load again. I was almost there. My breaths became short and raspy, with a groan I shot my load inside him. 1...2..3...4! squirts up his ass. Some of it dribbled out onto the carpet.

I layed on top of him, too tired to pull my cock out of his ass.

I finally stood up. I cleaned off his ass and got my clothes back on. He also dressed and we cleaned off the instruments we sprayed and tried to get the cum out of the carpet the best we could. I walked out of the band room with my arm over Chris' shoulder. We got in the car and drove to Denny's, I took a short nap, with my head resting aginst his broad chest and he gently shook me awake when we got there.

After eating, it was two in the morning. We said goodbye to the others that were there and left. I called my brother and told him it was too late and Chris' mom wanted him home then so I was gonna crash at his house. Luckily, Chris' parents were heavy sleepers. I dont think I slept at all that night...and neither did Chris.

[lb][i]This story was originally submitted to Solo Touch and not published because it violates the rules.[/i][rb]