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I finished my piano lesson around 1:30 on Saturday and decided to walk back to the high school through the old Confederate cemetery. This put me at the school about an hour earlier than the scheduled meeting with George. I had dreaded this all morning. It would be true to say that I had trepidations seeing George anytime, let alone a private session with no one around. Maybe it was his rank "Band Captain" that scared me or his size or big booming voice. Maybe he had too many connections with God and I feared for my soul. Whatever it was that made my stomach flutter, I hadn't decided on the exact reason yet. I entered the school through the band room. George's car was parked outside. He was nowhere in sight. I went down the hallway which led to the old gym and then I heard him in his loudest vociferous voice bellowing the refrain of the hymn, "How Great Thou Art." I wondered if he were looking at himself in the mirror as he sang. The humor in that idea, relaxed me a little. The echo of the empty gym just made the whole thing deafening. Maybe I could fake that he had burst my eardrums and be able to leave...now.
He stopped when he saw me.
"Oh, Hi, Mark...didn't see you...how long you been standing there?"
"Just a few minutes."
"I was practicing. I gotta sing a solo at church tomorrow...How'd I sound."
"Very strong and powerful."
"Just the way we should lift our voices in song to the Lord, Mark...Hallelujah!...Praise God!"
Jesus! How much of this would I be able to take? I had always like his girlfriend, Sarah..but how in the world could she put up with this "Amen corner" bullshit, all the time? My grandmother, Dad's mom, had been a Jehovah's Witness, and I thought she was bad. She couldn't hold a candle to George. I couldn't understand why he had died at birth and gone straight to heaven without all this earthly delay. The angelic choir needed him for sure...then again...maybe they were afraid of him too...and that's why he was sent to earth.
I didn't know exactly what serial numbers he wanted me to catalogue on what instruments. but I wanted to get on with the job, get it finished and go home. I was still tired and needed recuperation from the party at Ernie's, the night before.
"George, where are the instruments we're to work on?"
"They're in the wire cage in the band room."
"If you're ready, let's get started," I hurried him.
"Let's go into Mr. Freeman's office first. I want to talk to you."
Oh boy.....here it comes...Sunday school on a Saturday.
"Close the door," he ordered politely after we had entered the tiny office with a glass porthole in the door. "Sit."
"Yes sir."
"The serial numbers can wait until another day. I used that as an excuse to get you here and talk with you privately."
"About what, sir?"
"This is rather delicate...but I've been hearing rumors about you and some of my best band members."
"Rumors, sir?"
"That's what I here to find out. If they're rumors or the truth."
"I'm afraid I don't know what you are referring to, sir."
"I heard things about you and a certain trumpet player involved in a rather sticky situation on the trip to Jacksonville."
I sat there quietly and motionless...what had he heard and from whom. I knew damned well Randy wouldn't have said anything.
"I also heard things about you and a French horn player on the trip to Bristol."
"I'm sure I don't know what you are talking about now, sir. You must have me mixed up with someone else."
"Do you deny that you went to this certain French horn player's house, last night and met up with the trumpet player and certain athletes on the varsity squad?"
How the fuck did he know that? Who was the squealer? Whom was he in cahoots with? If I found out I would beat him to a pulp...piano hands or no piano hands! My reputation was at stake here. If George had found out, who was to say that Lance wouldn't either?
"Mark, you know if you keep denying these things, you are just committing another sin...lying...to go along with your other transgressions. I don't think we have to say the act I'm referring to, "out loud", but you know it's an abomination of God."
I felt the first singe from his fiery wrath.
"Mark, will you cut the act, and tell me what's going on...and how many people you have involved in your unspeakable trysts?"
Trysts?...Jeeee...sus!!! After the rain of fire would come the flood or the frogs or the boils or the locusts.
"Mark, are you willing to admit that you are having manly sexual contact with these guys."
"Sir I am not ready to admit anything."
"Then we must pray for your transgressions, until God finds a way for you to confess your sins."
"I don't really think I've been sinning, sir."
"What would you call it then?"
"Discovery...with my peers."
"Are you trying to say you've been exploring other guys' bodies?"
"That's only half of it...they explore mine, too."
Oops! I slipped! I said more than I had intended.
"There! You just said it out loud...you let other guys explore your body. I'm glad you finally let the cat out of the bag."
"OK, I'll admit it. I've been involved in exploring and discovering..."
"To what end?"
That remark opened the door for me to deliver a well chosen wisecrack, but I bit my tongue, instead.
"We were sorta learning about the birds and the bees from each other, that's all."
"That should be left up to your mother and father to teach you, not just a bunch of young guys hell bent on experimenting,"
"George I would be eighty years old and my parents still wouldn't've brought up the subject...My mom gets embarrassed when she hears the word. "pregnant". You think she's going to teach me how to masturbate? Or my dad? My dad hates me. He would rather see me go to a reformatory before taking time to talk with me about anything."
"So are you saying you've been masturbating with these guys?"
"Yes...all guys do it. They just don't admit it...to themselves or each other...Don't you?"
"My private life is discretionary. What I seek to do, I do in solitude."
"Then you masturbate too."
"I didn't say that...I was talking about your misdeeds...Have you done other things?"
"You seem to know the answers before you ask me the questions...YOU tell me!" I replied, showing I was becoming annoyed.
"You been indulging in oral and anal acts."
"If you say so."
"You mean you've never thought about it...late at night...in your solitude?"
"I would never dream of doing such things. I know that God would punish me...as He's gonna punish you, I'm sure."
"Well then let Him ask me the questions."
"God is not the band captain, looking after the interests of his players. You are corrupting them, aren't you?"
"May I ask from whom you got your information."
"That's something I promised not to disclose."
"Well, someone's been ratting on me and I think I have the right to know who."
"Well let's just say a little bird told me."
"A little bird who likes to have his cock sucked! If you someone had told you about last night, then he was sucking or fucking along with the rest of us! Everyone at the party was involved in something."
"Everyone?"
"Yes, everyone! Your little birdie is a cocksucker...Now who was it? A band member or a jock?"
"It was not a band member."
"Then it could only be one of two people...Was it Chase or Tyler?"
"Oh, now you're naming names."
"Well one of them is your informant...and one of them had his ass fucked last night.,,So I guess God's gonna punish him, too!"
"They did those things?"
"Yeah, I guess they forgot to tell you about that, didn't they?"
"Did they both have anal intercourse?"
"Only one of them got it in the ass...everyone in the room took turns fucking him."
"May I ask, which one?"
"Why don't you ask them...they are so high and mighty willing to tell you everything...or ALMOST everything,"
"I had no idea that they were involved."
"Well maybe you ought to get your facts straight before you go making wild accusations."
"I would like YOU to tell me. Which one of them assumed the female role?"
"If you have to know...it was Tyler...we all fucked him,"
"I see...thanks for telling me."
"Now it's my turn to ask a question. What's your relationship with Tyler and Chase. They are not band members and you are not a coach."
"They...well...they both go to the same church that I do."
"Well, Praise God!" I yelled,
"Mark, don't get blasphemous! We're not in church, but we are always in God's presence."
"If I had known they had that "holier than thou" attitude, I would never have let them come in Ernie's house last night. I think I should talk with them privately and see what secrets they can tell me about YOU."
"All have sinned and come short of the glory of God..."
"ALL have sinned? Does that mean you, too?"
"ALL have sinned."
"Are you saying you suck cock, too?"
"Good Lord, Mark, you know I would never do such a thing,"
"No,,,I don't know it!"
"You'll just have to take my word."
"Excuse me, but you're always singing hymns and shouting 'Glory' and 'Praise God'...so sanctimonious...always ready to condemn...What's the old Shakespeare saying, 'Me thinks the lady doth protest too much'? Are you hiding something George underneath your wings and white robes?...I think I'm beginning to see just why you invited me here this afternoon...You heard I was willing and 'hot to trot' and you wanted to see how far I would go with you. You were tempting me like your Delilah! You thought if you cast out your line I would take the bait. You wanted to see if I would try something with you,,,didn't you?"
His face had turned blood red. He was furious.
"George,,,do you want me to suck your cock...is that what you want?"
"Mark, I would never.."
I interrupted him."That IS what you want...isn't it?...ISN'T IT?...ANSWER ME DAMMIT!"
"No," he answered quietly.
"Then WHAT?...WHAT?"
"Mark,,,I,,,uh...I like the feel of a guy's penis going up my rectum."
I stood there astonished.
"You've done it before?"
"Yes."
"With whom...Tyler or Chase?"
"Both...I'm so ashamed."
"Well, God damn!"
"Mark, you must never tell ANYONE what I just told you. If Sarah had any idea..."
"To hell with Sarah finding out...what about God? Aren't you gonna be a minister?"
"Yes, and I know I will be punished. I have prayed and prayed asking for forgiveness but it's something I don't seem to have any control over."
"And all this was just a ploy to get me here and fuck you?"
"...yes. I was told how good you were in bed."
"Have you talked to Ernie and Randy about this?"
"Yes."
"Those little sons of bitches...they never let on...Have you done anything with either of them?"
"No...they told me if I could ever find the right time and place to get you alone...that you were the best."
I laughed to myself,
"Since we are exposing our souls, Mark, can I ask you one more question?"
"Shoot!"
"You and Lance are having an affair, aren't you?"
"Boy, you sure have done your homework."
"I've thought about this moment for a long time."
"Well George, since you've gone to all trouble of getting me here,,,then let's get on with it!"
"What do you mean?"
"Drop you pants,Captain!"
"You mean, here...and now?"
"No time like the present...Drop 'em!"
I couldn't believe it. George's hands were shaking nervously as he began to unbuckle his belt. He slid his pants down, dropping them to his ankles.
"Take 'em all the way off."
George took off his loafers and stepped out of each pant leg, one at a time.
"You might as well take your shirt off, too."
He obeyed like a little school boy, He was naked except for his white socks.
"Now what?" he asked.
"Bend down over the desk.,,Are you prepared?..I mean you got anything I can grease you up with?"
"I think Mr. Freeman has some valve oil in his desk drawer."
Trumpet valve oil. God! That stuff stinks like Johnson's Furniture Polish. Oh well, if it could unstick a valve, I should have no trouble sliding up his chute.
George leaned his body over the side of the desk as I took the medicine dropper and counted out ten drops as they plopped on his anus, I refilled the tiny glass cylinder and applied another dropper full to my glans. It was cold and slimy and the odor reeked in my nostrils. I slid the "lube" up and down my shaft trying with great difficulty to get a hard on. I laughed as I thought, "I'll soon be in Glory!" as I thought about Randy's remark, "George and the glory hole", I knew fucking George was just gonna be "heavenly". I told myself if I kept thinking of the humor in this situation, I would never get an erection, much less achieve a climax. Finally I thought I was erect enough to make a grand entrance through the pearly white gate. Once more I laughed inwardly,
"You ready, George?"
"Yes,,,just enter me slowly. I like to take it an inch at a time. That's what I like the best."
"OK, then. Just take a deep breath."
I decided to give him more than he asked for. I would enter him a half inch at a time...make it last longer...give him the full treatment,
"Oh yes, Mark,,,that's it."
Little by little my cock sank into his heavenly portal until my shaft had disappeared from sight,
"Do I have it all?"
"All I have to give...How is it?"
"Heavenly!" I almost burst out loud in laughter.
"Now do it to me, Mark. Do it to me?"
"OK, here goes."
I began to pump him...in and out...in and out...increasing the speed and force with each forward thrust. I was getting into it now...I was, that is until he started making a strange sound. At first it was inaudible, but as my rhythm motions built up, I heard what he was crying...
"Heehaw...Heehaw".
Was he a jackass or Mary's donkey? I held by breath to keep from exploding in hysteria,
"Heehaw,,,Heehaw...Ride me, Mark...Ride me."
I rode him until his mantra changed to "Jesus,,,Jesus...Jesus".
"Oh yes! Hallelujah!,,,Glory Be!...Praise God...Oh my Lord...Jesus...Jesus...Jesus."
I thought he might be the first male to have an Immaculate Conception. I was only certain there would not be a second cumming...not by me anyway.
"You want me to shoot inside you, George?"
"Yes, fill my soul with your glory."
I wasn't sure about his soul, but I was going to fill his hole.
"You're hitting something inside me, Mark, that makes me feel like I'm being slain in the spirit."
If he began talking in tongues, I would have to run before the lightning crashed.
"Mark, I think I'm cumming too."
"Go to it...do whatever feels good to you."
I would hold off until I felt his prostate contract and ejaculate with him at the same time.
He heaved and hunched the desk, making all kinds of godly noises until he stopped. There was dead silence until he said...
"Amen."
"Was it OK for you George."
"You've got the rod to comfort anyone, Mark,"
That was a new way to put it.
"Can I do anything else for you, George."
"No, Mark, let me just lie here and meditate. You can go if you want to."
I put my "rod" back in my jeans, zipped them up and walked out of the office. leaving him in his glory.
I went out the band room exit. The sun was still beaming down. I had forgotten George had offered to take me home. But just then, I saw a car approaching me from the far end of the school parking lot. It was Randy and Ernie and Tyler and Chase coming to my rescue. They opened the door and motioned me to get in. Once seated in unison they began chanting..."Heehaw...Heehaw...Heehaw..."
"Oh shut up" I said, laughing all the way home.
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