Date: Fri, 20 Apr 2007 23:33:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dan Dufresne <colorguardmandan@yahoo.com>
Subject: Because-of-Color Guard 2

You know all the disclaimer stuff already you should be able to recite them
as the flag salute.  But I have to say it anyway.  Don't read if you're
underage (18 in most cases 21 in others.)  Contains sex between men and/or
boys don't read if you'll get offended, this is my story no copying it.
Thanks and toodlez...enjoy.

Part III.  "Hey Nicky you're so fine you're so fine you blow my mind, hey
Nicky!"

	Waking up at 6:20 in the morning was a bitch but it had to be down
to allow enough time to brush my teeth and eat breakfast.  When I first
woke up I forgot where I was and surprised when I saw rafters instead of a
ceiling above me.  Then I remembered that I was at Band Camp, where fun was
not allowed!  I went out to perform my morning rituals and headed out the
Mess Hall, well that's what I kept calling it, we were at a summer camp
after all, everyone else called it the cafeteria.  Of course we still had
disgusting processed food, but we had to deal since there was nothing else
to eat.  After breakfast we headed outside to stretch and in the morning we
usually learn drill.

	No we will take another detour to explain Marching Band to the
inexperienced.  I'm pretty sure everyone knows what it is, but there are
terms you'll be unfamiliar with, such as drill.  Drill are the movements we
make on the field, it tells us where to go when, to form pictures and
shapes based on our show.  Work is a term only for Color Guard.  It the
spins and tosses we do with our flag, rifle, and/or sabre.  I spun all
three that year.  While we are on the subject the Marching Band show of the
Rushing Springs Marching Water Rafters was "A Journey through Modern
Symphonic Music," with music by some really hard to pronounce names.  It
was very abstract, just lots of random picture and sets because anything
modern has to be strange and wacky since everything else has been done.

	Being out in the hot sun all day was really bad for me.  I get very
sick.  But I just had to deal; I don't sweat very much which was good
because me, water plus sun equal death.  I don't know why but going to the
beach always make me so sick.  Finally it was lunch time and hour break and
I need to take a shower and get out of the sun.  I know I said sun, me, and
water don't mix, but it's more the heat and water.  So I was going to take
a nice cold shower.  I took my time and didn't run because I didn't want to
feel worse than I already did.  Everyone else was either headed for the
mess hall (cafeteria) or the cabins for a nap or much need social time.

	I got to the bathroom (which was a building all to itself on a
hill) and someone was already taking a shower.  The showers were built much
like bathroom stalls in a public restroom.  There were wooden and were
falling apart, you could easily see who was in the shower unless they
pulled the curtain inside.  Luckily this individual didn't.  He was turned
around but I knew that ass anywhere because I wanted it so badly.  It was
none other than the junior drum major James Krasner.  His tiny Asian bubble
butt was SO cute!  At the moment he was washing his hair.  I didn't blame
him.  As the drum major all he did was stand there waves his arms (not that
I'm saying it's an easy job, because it's not) the thing is he just stands
in one spot all day!  The sun beating down on him like that must really
suck.  At least we get to move around a little, it provides slight relief.
The water running down his body, I followed on droplet from the shower head
to his shoulder, run down across his back down his spin, into the crack of
his ass where it disappeared, I counted how many droplets covered his sexy
bum, I began to fantasize kissing them, holding both cheeks in my hands,
squeezing them and spreading them apart revealing his,

      "How much longer are you going to stare?"

      Oh my gosh, he caught me.  Snapped out of my day dream and looked up
to see a very cross looking boy.  He looked quite serious, his brow was
furrowed and his eyes bored deep into mine, he folded his lips as if
thinking of something to do to me for being a peeping tom.

      "Why don't you come on in, you were planning on taking a shower
anyway, right?"

      He unlatched the catch to let me in.  I got my first look at his
emperial dynasty, it was still flaccid and actually a little more hung than
most Asians would be.  I proceeded to take off my clothes as if he weren't
even there and headed over to the shower head.  I turned to get my entire
body wet.  I did this with my eyes closed so when I finished turning and
opened my eyes James was right there in front of me, very close, I didn't
feel the normal heat of his body as you would normally would because just
as I was planning he took a cold shower, which cancelled it or something.
He began to move in closer until all parts of our bodies were touching,
lastly our lips.  Just a peck on the lips at first, then again, then one
more time, and the fourth time we came together we slowly and passionately
kissed, he parted my lips with his tongue, and I allowed him entrance, his
surprisingly warm tongue reached every part inside my mouth my tongue
guided his in this new territory, he was introduced to each tooth, the roof
of my mouth, and finally our tongue danced a tango to hell.  Meanwhile our
dicks were doing a dance of there own, as they began to swell to fullness,
during our passionate moment.  My hands reached down to finally caress
those globes of Asian glory!  He gave a slight moan at this and began to
grind his cock into mine.  The warmness of his crotch and his pubic hair
grind against me made me even hotter.  I squeezed his ass cheeks which got
more sounds from him while he continued to explore my mouth.  With his arms
and hands he attempted to pull me in closer by my ass, it was my turn to
moan for him, throughout all of this we remained calm through slow and
steady breathing.  We breathed in unison so our chest rose and fell
together, and it was quite significant because sex is sex and it's labor
(the good kind) and we breathe a little harder.  James finally broke our
kiss,

      "We only have 20 minutes left."

      I understood but would have been ok in our previous position for
hours!  He began licking and kissing my neck.  I immediately began to moan
loudly!  He had hit the jackpot.  My neck is just one of those spots that
if you lick, kiss, bite, etc.  I am yours!  After being in this spot and a
couple of minutes and my voice began to go hoarse because of how loud I was
he began to move down my body lightly licking down the middle of my chest,
down my stomach through my belly button, happy trail, and hit a dead end at
my cock.  He took a second and studied my 6 inch baby before he engulfed it
in his warm mouth.  I was blown away instantly; he was a cock sucking
genius!  He did this think with the head of my dick that I just couldn't
figure out but it felt GREAT!  Like Frosted Flakes!  Just as suddenly
(probably because of the time constraint, remember he was junior drum
major, he had responsibilities, namely making sure everyone got back to the
field on time) he look up and said,

      "Fuck me."

      He didn't have to tell me twice.  I would love to see my meat between
those two delicious mounds of his.  He stood up against the shower wall.

      "I was fingering myself while sucking your dick, just stick it in."

      I went ahead and began to put my 6 incher in his hole.  I didn't take
long, although he did have a tight Asian asshole.  I continued to pull out
and push in.  He started to moan softly.  We remained at this slow and
steady pace, him pushing against me when I push in and pulling away when I
pulled out.  I was enjoying the slow fuck; I rested my head on his shoulder
and kissed it.  Then kissed his neck and cheek, he turned his head and
smiled, I smiled back.  I reached my hand around and began stroking his 5
inch solid manliness.  He continued to moan and talk to me saying my name,
telling how great it felt.  It was turning me on so much.  Soon I came to
the point of no return.  I pulled out of him completely and turned him
around.  I jacked his cock and he jacked mine.  We stared into each others
eyes moaning pleasure.  Then he threw his head back and closed his eyes and
began shooting jets of cum into the air that landed on my face, chest, and
stomach.  That look of ecstasy was all I needed to blow my wad all over
him, letting out one final cry of James while I did so.  We stood there for
a couple of minutes still holding our slowly softening cocks, we didn't
have to do anything as the shower head washed off all the cum from our
bodies.

	"That was so fucking HOTT!" yelled an overjoyed Justin.

James and I failed to close and lock the door.  And there was Justin and
Ryan, Justin with his camera again.  He must have filmed me.  Both of them
had their hands in their pants with obvious hardons.

	"Let's go boys you're supposed to be on the field in 5 minutes,"
the sudden serious, responsible James ordered.

	"No way, not fair, we need to get off!" the two boys began shouts
of protests.

	I began to get dressed and head back to the field; no way was I
going to be late.  Justin and Ryan soon were right next to me.

      "Hey, so do you want to get together tonight after dinner, I'll have
my camera again.  You are so great to film!" said Justin.

	"Maybe," I responded.

So that it's for the second installment.  How do you like it?  Let me know.
How do you like the characters, the plot, and the sex?  Also do you like
this format better than the other one, you see the little bit of dialogue
that I have better.  Do you like the first person narrating?  Or do you
want more dialogue?  Should I continue, or is this story a lost cause.
Send me lots of e-mails!  Hoping to hear from you soon.
colorguardmandan@yahoo.com

Later