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I Get My Instrument Blown on a Band Trip

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My junior year in high school, our band director announced our band had been selected to participate in a band festival at the Six Flags theme park outside Dallas, Texas. We would take school buses up, participate in the band clinic, and then spend a day and a half at Six Flags! This was even better news to my friend Fred and me, since we would be staying at a motel and, once that motel door shut for the night, we could be sure of not being disturbed. For Fred and I were jackoff partners, mutual cocksuckers, and fellow buttfuckers. We had known each other since childhood and, ever since junior high, had taken any advantage we could to make each other cum. It all began in seventh grade. I had been jacking off solo for about a year, but had never worked up the nerve to talk about it with anyone except my best friend Fred, much less invite anyone (even Fred) to join me in hot, sweaty, sticky stroking. One Friday night, I was staying over at Fred's. His older brother Phil was out for the evening, so we snuck into his room and swiped the porno mags which Fred had discovered under Phil's bed. These were really hot: throbbing cocks, hard as steel, shooting hot, sticky wads of manjuice; guys sucking each other's dicks and licking the sweat off each other's hairy nuts; spreading their asscheeks to let a stiff red shaft probe the Hershey highway. I was hypnotized, and my cock was so hard it was straining the front of my pajama bottoms away from my body. Fred saw this and laughed. "Like the mags, huh?" he joked. Then, in a lower voice, "Me, too. Look at this." He unbuttoned the front of his pajamas, reached inside the waistband, and stuck his boner out the fly. It was about six inches long and curved a littleThe shaft was reddish, but the long head was darker, almost purple. He pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, then slowly stroked the shaft backhanded, with his thumb on the bottom. He whispered, "Take it out." I dropped my pajama bottoms, and my 5 1/2-inch hardon stood straight up, parallel to my body. My dick was maybe half an inch shorter than Fred's, but thicker. He had a long, dangling ballsack that swung when he jacked off standing up, but I had round fat balls and more pubic hair. I cupped his balls in my left hand and began slowly stroking him with my right. Fred was fat, but it was hard fat, and his big belly rose and fell with his heavy breathing when I stroked him. After a while, we switched places. He knew a lot more moves than I did: he stroked me off backhanded, then with only thumb and forefinger, then with his palms along the sides of my shaft. My cock twitched in his hands and turned dark red. I felt that familiar deep itch moving up the shaft. I groaned out loud, and a gooey, hot stream of jizz squirted out of my dick , then another, then another. I gasped for breath, and watched thick globs of my juice run down Fred's hand. Fred rolled over on his back and spread his legs -- his purpleheaded rod twitched in the air. Now it was my turn, and I stroked him, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, until he shot a thick stream of cum that lay in ribbons on the hair of his fat belly. Since that night, we had done it every chance we had. Now, we told each other in private, we wouldn't have to worry about being caught; about a relative walking in. Several times we had almost been caught by his mother or my sister, so it would be nice not to have to worry about hiding our fun. When we checked into the room the first evening after a long busride from home, we immediately stripped. Fred was hard already, and my cock was already stirring, when there was a knock at the door. What the hell? We threw on bathrobes and answered. It was Mr. Reinerman, the band director. "Sorry, guys, but they messed up the reservations and didn't save enough rooms for us. Looks like Martin will be staying with you." Martin, a thin, handsome clarinet player with long, dark eyelashes, had only recently transfered in from another school. He was friendly and told us he was glad to be bunking with us, but Fred and I were disappointed. When we got a second alone, Fred whispered, "I guess we'll wait til he goes to sleep. He looks kind of like a goody two shoes, and he might tell Reinerman if we do anything." All three of us talked for a while, then Fred and I watched t.v. and Martin read. At one point, I poked Fred and pointed to Martin --Martin was sound asleep. We called his name out, first softly, then louder, adn there was no response.Fred and I stripped and snuck into the other double bed. Fred wanted to try something new tonight. after we stroked each other's boners and sucked a little, Fred lubed up his red cock. Tonight, he was going to "fuck" me -- not in my ass, but from behind, between my thighs. He squirted a little of the thick lube between my legs, then as I pressed my thighs together, he slid his cock in from behind. The purple cockhead poked out between my legs as he fucked, lightly stirring my fat balls. He reached over me and stroked my cock slowly, but he was really worked up tonight. He began gasping, then, as I looked down between my legs, I saw his semen squirt out of that dark cockhead onto the sheets. He pulled back and rolled over, leaving a smear of his juice between my legs and a thick glob on the hair of my ballsack \We lay quietly for a minute, then I whispered hoarsely, "I got something here that wants to be played with." No answer. When I glanced over, the sonofabitch had fallen asleep! His shrinking cock had flopped over and a white pearl of semen gleamed at the pisshole. I was so pissed off! "Damn!" I muttered aloud. "I guess it's solo tonight." Then I heard a voice from the next bed. :"Not if you'd like some company." I felt as if an electric shock had run up my spine. God! I had been caught. My heart thumping, I rolled over. Martin was staring at me, smiling slightly. I swallowed hard. "How--how much did you see?" He laughed quietly. "Everything. Fred isn't a big one for cleaning up the sheets, is he?" I was sweating, and I trembled so hard I could barely talk. "Are you going to tell anyone." He shook his head slowly, still smiling. "No. It'll be our secret. But it's a shame you didn't get off, too." He pulled the sheet back and I got the shock of my life. His cock, rock hard and twitching, stuck out in front of him. Good grief! It must have been 7 1/2 inches long on hard, and the head was round and fat as a ripe plum. T|he g-string along the bottom of his shaft stood up in sharp relief, thick and full. He smiled again. "Why don't you let Fred catch up on his sleep and come over here?" We spent the rest of the night doing each other and exploring each other's cocks. His head was broad and filled up my mouth; the surface was rough, unlike mine, which was smooth as a baby's ass. I got Fred's tube of cocklube, snuggled up next to Martin, and gave us both a good squirt of the slick, clear gel. Then, I pressed my hardon up snugly against his and, using both hands, stroked us off together. He stuck his warm, wet tongue in my mouth, the first time I had ever been kissed by another male. Finally, my breath became ragged, my thighs pumped, and I shot a huge rope of hot sperm. I kept stroking, and my hot jism mixed with the lube that greased our cocks. A moment later, Martin gasped, his rockhard dick twitched under my hands, and he erupted -- his jizz was thicker than my juicy stuff, and his ran down my fists in thick hot globs. Later, as we pulled apart a little, we laughed to see that a thick stream of our mutual cum stretched between us. I snuck back to the other bed, and Fred was never the wiser. But it was not the last adventure I had with Martin!