Date: Mon, 8 Feb 2016 22:15:27 -0800 From: stock.erudition@gmail.com Subject: A Real Pounding Part 2 --- Disclaimer: This story includes scenes involving sex between young men and adult language. If you do not wish to be exposed to such things or are underage in your current country then please leave now. This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. This is pure fiction. No one in this story is nor was a real person, with any resemblance being purely coincidental. In the event that you wish to contact me, please do so at stock.erudition@gmail.com. --- I jacked off about my experience with Erik for two weeks before anything happened again; I only got to see Erik on rehearsal and camp days, since, well, it was his job, so the ecstasies of self-pleasure had to suffice. Anyways, it was Thursday, which meant 6-9PM rehearsal. Throughout rehearsal, I noticed Erik eyeing me, and giving me that sexy smirk of his. At first I paid him no mind, focused on retaining all the drill we were learning. However, as the evening progressed, I found it harder and harder to ignore his discreet glances and subtle smiles. I began to let my mind wander, back to the afternoon two weeks ago. "Alright guys, let's take a break!" The head instructor motioned us off the field, and we went to get some water. While it was a "cold" autumn evening, my tight black t-shirt and shorts were still saturated with sweat from repeatedly marching the sets. I walked over to the sideline and took off my drum, and took a quick drink from my water jug. Looking around, I saw that many of the seniors and juniors were taking their shirts off or rolling up their sleeves, on account of how hard they were pushing us. I decided to do the same, if not to keep cool, then to at least put on a good show for my sexy admirer. My wandering eyes found his, sitting in the stands with the other instructors, and I smirked, peeling my very wet t-shirt. Facing him, I peeled the black cotton from my skin, first exposing my slender hipbones, my abs, and my pecs, my nipples immediately perking up from the chill wind. Finally, I pulled it over my head, again making eye contact with him. He licked his lips, and I knew that tonight was going to be another amazing experience. "Hey, you good?" I was startled by a sudden slap on the back. I turned to see my best friend, Damien, with a concerned look on his face. However, it wasn't his face my eyes were drawn to. Decidedly handsome and popular with the girls, he definitely took the time to make sure his body was in tip-top shape. We liked to work out together, but it was a rare occasion that I got to see his entire torso bared. He too had taken the liberty of removing his top, and now exposed were beautiful, pale, sculpted muscles and tender, silky-smooth skin. "Huh? Yeah, I'm good." "Dude, you were like totally spaced out just now. Do you need to sit down or somethin'?" "Nah, nah, I'm good." He gave me a quick eye-roll. "Back on the field!" yelled the instructor, and back to work we went. An hour and a half later, and rehearsal was done. Putting away my drum, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. It was a text from Erik. "Meet me in my car when you're done. I'll take you home tonight." I had a moment's doubt, as Damien and I always went home together, but I quickly gave in to the temptation of Erik. I turned to Damien, who's drum locker was directly beside mine. "Hey man, don't worry about me today, I've got someone else getting me." He looked puzzled for a second, then smiled. "Alright!" I breathed an inward sigh of relief. I was half-expecting him to ask me who was taking me, since I had never opted out of sitting in his car with him. But, he seemed to be okay with it, so I was too. I helped clean up the band room, as there were empty water bottles and scraps of trash scattered throughout, and got my stuff together. There were only a few of us left, so we all said see you later, and exited. Looking around nervously, I watched the others leave, driving off to go enjoy the comforts of home. I felt a twinge of desire to just call Damien and go home to bed, but any thoughts of sleep were immediately snuffed out by a warm hand on my shoulder. "Let's go." We got into his car, and sped off. "Where are we going?" I asked as we raced through the relatively empty streets. "Somewhere where we won't be disturbed." He proceeded to drive into one of the many dark, deserted alleyways, stopped, and parked. He began to strip, and taking the cue, so did I. Soon, we sat there, completely naked. He nodded towards the back of the car, and I slipped into the backseat. He quickly followed suit. He sat back on the soft seats of his car, and I settled myself onto his lap, rubbing my ass on his muscular thighs. I felt his massive erection pressing at my entrance. He began to make out with me, sliding his tongue deep into my mouth. He began to grind into me, our hips rubbing against each others' as he fondled my nipples and ran his hands across my six-pack. "Prep yourself." I sat back, leaning against the front-seat chairs, and stared seductively at Erik as he watched me suck on my fingers and slide them into my tight rosebud. I finger fucked myself, stretching my hole in preparation for what was surely to come, as he watched me intently. Finally, he gestured for me to stop, and beckoned me closer. I climbed onto his lap, and he slowly inserted the head of his rock-hard cock into my now well-lubricated asshole. "Mmnf," I moaned, as I felt the rest of his long, thick shaft glide into me. "You like that?" "Oh yes, Erik, mmh, please, fuck me harder!" He began to pound away at my ass, and I closed my eyes, completely giving myself over to the powerful pleasure radiating through my body. I felt the full magnitude of his cock as it split me open, over and over again, and groaned out in protest when he stopped. I waited, panting, eyes still closed, limp against the soft car interior. When he didn't show any sign of moving, I opened my eyes and sat up, curious as to what was going on. His head was turned towards the window with an expression of shock. I looked over to see what had interrupted my erogenous pleasure, and immediately regretted it. Making eye contact with the absolutely horrified visage of my best friend sent pangs of alarm through my heart. We silently stayed like that for a moment, Damien staring into the car horrified, Erik staring out the window horrified, and me, staring into the eyes of my best friend with the full length of our instructor's cock balls-deep inside me.