Scott
It was a hot day in late July 1975. I'm doing some work around the band room helping to get ready for the rehearsal that would be starting later that afternoon. There is no A/C in the band room and it is as hot as hell. Even with the doors propped open and box fans running, the sweat is building. Good thing I'm wearing only a tank top and gym shorts... and if we weren't going to be marching during the rehearsal, I'd be out of my sneakers as well.
I'm Wayne Sullivan. I play euphonium and am the president of the Williamson HS band. I'm 5'9", weigh in at 125 lbs, with shaggy brown hair and blue eyes. When I'm not doing band stuff, I'm running on the cross country team, so there is a little muscle definition. Oh, and I'm coming to grips with the idea that I'm gay. Now, I'm so deep in the closet that I don't know that I'll ever be able to climb out, but there is no doubt that I am not the least bit interested in girls... at least not sexually. Yeah, in the locker room I'll joke around with the guys and fawn over the latest centerfold, but it's not the tits and the clits that catch my eye, it's the dicks and asses of my team mates, or band mates as the case may be, that will get me aroused... and I'm packing 7" hard, so I'm not lacking in that area, as best I can tell.
I had just finished taking some boxes back to the instrument storage room when Mr Wilson, our band director calls me over to his office.
"Wayne, I want to introduce you to a new student, this is Scott Jones, he'll be playing trumpet with us. He just moved here from Colorado so I'd appreciate it if you would take care of showing him around and helping him get started with us"
Standing in front of me was a drop dead gorgeous guy. Same height and weight as me, shaggy blonde hair and blue eyes, dressed like me in a tank and shorts. He held out his hand and I reached out to shake it. I don't know why but I felt a tingle as our hands touched. I know I felt a stirring in my groin as we held the handshake a bit longer than normal. I thought I caught a quick arch of his eyebrows as our hands separated. I didn't mistake the smile that appeared on his face as he spoke up, "Nice to meet you Wayne. Guess you're stuck with me for a bit."
I smiled back, "Yeah. Looks like I am. The tour won't take long then maybe you can help finish getting things ready for tonight."
"Cool. Let's do it."
My eyes opened wide as I caught what I thought I heard him say.
Mr. Wilson said, "I need to head out for a bit. Think y'all can handle it on your own? I'll be back about around 4."
"Sure. I don't see a problem with that, " I said.
"If you get finished early, just lock the door on your way out.", he said as he headed out the door.
"Yes sir."
"How about that tour?" Scott asked.
"Won't take long," I said, "not much to see."
I started to show him around the band room. He seemed to be a pretty easy going guy, but, maybe it was my imagination playing tricks on me, it seemed like he was trying to show off his body to me and my cock was liking the thought. No, probably just the hormones kicking in being around a hot guy, Anyway, I don't want the guy to think I'm some perv or something.
We entered the practice room hallway and walked to the end. He walked into one of the practice rooms and I followed him in. As I did, Scott pushed the door closed.
"I hope you don't mind" he said.
"Guess not."
"I couldn't help noticing you checking me out." he said.
"Uh..."
"Don't worry, I don't mind" he said, stepping closer. "Been checking you out too."
"You have." I said, my mouth going dry.
"Yeah. Looks like we might have something in common." His eyebrows arched up as a smile came on his face.
He was standing right in front of me now. I could feel the heat from his body as he continued to move closer. He placed his hand on my crotch and gave it a gentle squeeze as I gasped. His other hand moved to my neck as he pulled me in to a kiss.
My mind was panicking at what was happening. This couldn't be happening. I couldn't be making out with a guy that I just met a few minutes ago... and right here in the practice room. But, damn it felt so good. Our mouths opened and our tongues began to duel as my hands began to stroke his back, pulling him into me, roaming down to feel the ass that looked so inviting in his gym shorts. I couldn't help moaning slightly.
"That's what I like to hear" he whispered as he broke the kiss.
He pushed my shorts down, setting my raging boner free. Without a word, he moved quickly to his knees, engulfing my throbbing cock to the hilt. Oh God it felt so good!
With one hand he played with my balls, with the other he squeezed my ass cheek as he began to slowly bob his head on my member. My knees felt weak as I looked down at him, waves of pleasure like I had never felt before. Up until now I had only dreamed of this and now, here I am with a hot guy giving me a blow job and making me feel so fucking great.
I was so focused on what he was doing to my cock and how that was making me feel that I hadn't noticed his hand moving to my crack and his finger tracing my hole until he pushed in..
"Oh fuck, Scott!" I shouted.
He pushed in until he found my prostate and that was all there was to it.
My knees bucked, my toes curled, I saw stars and my cock exploded with the most intense orgasm that I had every experienced. Shooting volley after volley of my cum down his throat, falling back onto the floor, my body just a quivering mass of jelly.
Scott moved in for a kiss, sharing some of my cum with me. I was still in a state of orgasmic bliss and I wanted to do for him what he had done for me. I moved down to his crotch, inhaling his scent through the fabric, pulling his shorts down and finding the most beautiful cock I had ever seen... not that I had seen a lot of cocks outside of the locker room showers or on scout camping trips, but this was beautiful. Looked to be about the same size as mine with a gorgeous helmet, the slit glistening with his pre cum. God, he was beautiful.
I leaned forward, licking the slit... he tasted fantastic. I sucked the head into my mouth and tried to emulate what he had done to me, being careful to avoid the teeth. His shaft felt so good. I couldn't get all of him in without choking, but I did the best I could.
"Feels good man. Umm, suck my dick." He was encouraging. I bobbing my head, stroking his cock. He moaned... I must have been doing it right so I continued.
His hands had moved to my head like he was guiding me in what to do and I was an eager student. His breath quickened,
"Wayne, I'm gonna cum," he said.
I stayed put and sucked him harder as I felt the shaft throb and the head expand.
"Fuck" he sort of shouted and moaned at the same time as the first volley blasted the back of my throat, I swallowed as fast I could, moving so that the head was barely in my mouth and the shots of his cum would cover my tongue and I could taste him.
Despite my best effort to swallow all of it, there was leakage out the sides of my mouth, but Scott took care of that when he swooped in for a most passionate kiss, the taste of our cum mixing in our mouths.
"Dude, was that your first" he asked.
"Yeah," I blushed,
"It was fucking fantastic man."
"Thanks."
"I think I'm gonna like it here," he smiled and winked.
"I think you will, too." I said with a smile. "Now, we don't have a lot of time before Wilson gets back, we might want to clean up a bit."
We headed to the restroom, washed our faces and headed back to the band room. Scott pitched in to help me finish straightening things up when we heard Mr Wilson come back in.
"Wayne, I need you to do me a favor," said Mr Wilson.
"What do you need?" I asked.
"Wayne, you know how I was planning on having you in a room by yourself at band camp... since you would need to be up a little earlier than everyone else? Well, with Scott coming on board, I'm going to have to ask you to share your room with him if you don't mind."
I looked over at Scott as he looked over at me.
"I don't think that will be a problem, sir. We can get to know each other a bit better and it might help him to fit in that much quicker.," I said.
"Sounds good. Now why don't y'all head out for a bit. See you back here at 6," he said.
"Yes sir." we said in unison and walked out the door together.
When we were out the door, Scott leaned in and said, "I'm looking forward to fitting in" as he wiggled his eyebrows.
It was shaping up to be a good band camp.