My Freshman year in college I played the Trumpet in the marching band. I did not have a lot of friends yet, as I had not lived on campus but a few weeks. The very first day of class I arrived a few minutes early and had stored by trumpet case away and looked around to my seat. In band one sits with others who play the same instrument. This would be called your section and then you sit in a specific order called chairs. When I arrived at the trumpet section I was told to sit in the next available seat and we would work out chairs later. As I wait for class to begin I do what every horny gay teen does and look around for hot guys. In walks who I later learn is Randall. He is 6'3", light brown hair, thin, and very cute. Randall is wearing the tightest pair of Wrangler jeans and cowboy boot. I watch him disappear into the instrument room and then re-appear a few minutes later carrying a trumpet. My heart began to beat fast. He was walking directly toward the trumpet section and the next available seat is beside me. When he got closer I could not help but notice his half hard dick. His jeans were so tight there was no way for him to hide it. My eyes were drawn to his crotch like a moth is drawn to the flame. Randall sat right beside me and introduced himself to me and the others in the section. He tried to make a little small talk but I was so nervous and shy I could barely answer his questions. Randall kept readjusting himself and I tried to look anywhere but at his crotch, but I just could not keep my eyes off his tight jeans. His legs were so firm looking. I could partially make out the head of his dick snaking over to one side, half hard. I had never seen such a large dick and he was half hard and hidden in his jeans. A couple of times when he readjusted his self I swear he took and extra second or two and rubbed his dick through his jeans. I have no idea what all the band director talked about nor what was to come tomorrow. He dismissed class and everyone began leaving to store their instruments away and head to their next class. Randall was not the only one in the band hall with a hard dick now. Mine was rock hard and I needed to sit a minute and let it go away.
I did not see Randall again until the next day in band. Everyone was warming up their instrument and working on a piece of sheet music. I had not heard the instructions yesterday so I followed their suit. When Randall sat down beside me he asked if I had practiced the assigned music for chair auditions today. I had not. I did not even hear that we would be holding chair auditions. I told him no. He replied maybe he would get to sit by someone who was more talkative. I was crushed. I feared I would not be sitting beside him and looking at his tight jeans and hot body all class period. The band director had each person in the section play a few stanzas of the music and then immediately began rearranging us into chair order. A couple of names were called for first and second chair. The band director then said 3rd chair -- Randall, 4th chair Robert, 5th chair.... Wait what was that? Randall elbows me and said, "I guess I am stuck with you". I could not believe it. I will still be sitting by this tall beautiful guy, tight wranglers and what appears to be size 13 boots. Everyone in the section quickly moves to our new chair order. As I am arranging my belongings Randall does his nice slow adjustment to his ever half hard dick. He then speaks to me a second time and says "I bet your happy that you get to sit by me". I look up at him not even sure what to say and he says "its ok if you look, but you will never get to touch". I was too embarrassed to respond. He had seen me looking. Was he rubbing it while he readjusted to get a reaction out of me. I had to get out of there. I did not speak the rest of class. As soon as we were dismissed I went to store my trumpet away as fast as possible. Almost running out of the classroom, not sure what to say or do. My heart is beating hard and my dick is very hard. Did I hear him correctly? He said I could look. I went to the science building next door, went into the last stall in the restroom and jacked off. I came very hard. It felt good to release that pent-up load. I was walking toward the door, leaving the restroom and Randall walks in. He looks right at me and smirks. He said "I bet you hang out in here all the time trying to get a peek". I left and went to my dorm room.