Date: Fri, 12 Jan 2001 21:52:15 -0800
From: Ritch Christopher <ballmusic69@hotmail.com>
Subject: boy-in-the-band-3

Usual disclaimer...all rights reserved, Copyright owned by author. This is
a story of gay male fiction, containing graphic sex and explicit
language. If you are underage or offended by such, READ NO FARTHER!


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	I was reticent about seeing Jim at school the following morning. I
figured I had "done my duty" and taught him what he wanted to know. My
greatest fear was that he had misconstrued my intent and had carried his
feelings to a level I had not intended. I didn't want him falling in love
with me or "latching on". Sure, I liked him a lot, but I had absolutely no
romantic inclinations for him. He was a friend, a classmate, a peer...but
that was all...at the same time, I didn't want to think of him as just
another "roll-in-the-hay".  I hoped I could get a insight into his feelings
and treat it gingerly without hurting his feelings, if he had gone to far
in his fantasizing.

	I didn't expect to see him until Latin class. Maybe, if I arrived a
few seconds before the bell rang, there wouldn't be time for that
"chat". Things never work out as you planned. I arrived just as the bell
rang and took my usual seat right in front of him. BUT, Miss Patterson, the
teacher was late...so we would have to talk after all. I tried to be
nonchalant...

	"Hey, Jim. How's it going?"

	"Great Mark", Then he leaned over and whispered, "Thanks for
yesterday afternoon."

	"Sure, Buddy, I had a good time, too."

	"Guess what?"

	I didn't want to guess, but I would be polite..."What?".

	"After you left, I jerked off eight more times before I went to
sleep!"

	I didn't even look around. I didn't want him to see the disbelief
in my eyes. God, I had unleashed a monster. Eight times?? Maybe his dad was
right. Jim was pushing the envelope. He would be the first boy in the world
that would go blind, go crazy, and have hair grow in his palms. Before I
could respond, Miss Patterson came in the room to begin class.

	Jim managed to lean forward to get in more more remark, "This
weekend, I'm going to visit my cousin. I can't wait to show him the things
you taught me!"

	Thank God, he hadn't indicated an attachment toward me. I made a
mental note to find out his cousin's name, so I could read the obituaries
in Monday's paper. I'm sure the cousin would be dead from semen
dehydration. Eight times, after I left??? Jesus!!

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	I don't know if it was Jim or Ernie, my best friend, Lance, whom I
heard first learned about sex, or some phantom admirer, but word was surely
getting around school about me. All of a sudden, I was becoming the most
popular guy in the school...not with the girls...but with all my
straight-acting male friends. I was being asked out to movies, sporting
events, home games, sleep overs...Was I the great teacher, a sex therapist,
or the school slut. I didn't know, and I really was afraid to find out. The
year was 1958. It's difficult to believe that in those days, most of my
male classmates, had never experienced the wonder of masturbation. God have
times have changed. Today, a boy gets his first blowjob from his girlfriend
by the time he's 12 or 13. But in those days, outside of a goodnight kiss
or copping a quick feel, a girl was off limits. In junior class of 550, I
only knew of one girl that would "put out". and she was called the school
whore. She was a good friend, and played the piano, the same as I, and I
would date her occasionally and take her to the movies on Saturday, where
all the kids would gather, to make them think I was getting it on with
her. I never did, but I sure made my friends wonder. She liked me because I
respected her and didn't expect sexual favors. So I was a "cocksman" to all
the guys,,,and an enigma...if they had heard anything about the lesson I
had given Jim.

	Oh, well. It looked as though I dance card could be filled if I
wanted it...but I still didn't know what was being said about me behind my
back. Was I being pictured as a faggot? The only person I was having
regular sex with was my friend, Lance. (This is a long story I wrote and
posted on Nifty entitled, "that-was-then".) The little escapades with
Ernie, Jim, and others, were things I never told Lance about. If he is
reading this story, he's finding out about them for the first time. But
this story is not about him...it's more about me and my private life from
him.

	I cooled it for about a month after Jim, although I kept being
asked out on "dates". Hell, I thought about having a seminar and teaching a
class for the multitude of inquiring minds.

	The concert band was planning a trip to Jacksonville, and the swing
band, for which I played the piano was to be featured...so on this trip I
would not be a band manager, but treated as an equal musician. At least, I,
nor anyone, would have to carry my piano. I remember one day, I heard the
band leader, Stan Kenton was coming to the school to play and hold a
seminar. I was excited, as our swing band, played many of his
arrangements. He was tops in his field, as a pianist, arranger, and band
leader. His band played during chapel period and he came to swing band
practice, following his performance. I was thrilled beyond words to meet
him and learn.

	Our swing band, being tops in the state, could all but sight-read
his arrangements, in spite of their difficulty. He was awestruck at how
well we played his numbers. I couldn't wait to get to his "Interlude" and
"Collaboration" which featured piano solos.  When I began to play, he
walked to the piano and stared at me. I thought I even saw the hint of a
tear in his eye, he was so impressed. I knew I was good...and I wanted him
to know I was good. I was so good, that after the set, he asked if I could
come to his concert that evening...and would I have the nerve to play a
couple of numbers with his band. WOULD I??? I would and I did. I played the
two numbers he had heard me play earlier. Years later, when I was working
in New York and California, I thought back on that night. I would later
play with bigger names than his, but it's like sex...you never forget your
first experience.

	Speaking of sex, when it came time to assign roommates for the
Jacksonville, trip, I had dozen of offers. What the fuck was going on?
Were they all expecting me to give them blowjobs. or did they want to learn
things that Jim had, or were they just being friendly? I knew I had to
choose carefully, not arousing suspicion. My best plan was to pick the
"straightest" guy I knew...one who was going "steady" with a "hot and
heavy" girlfriend. "Eeny Meeny Miney Moe...I am going to choose this one".

	Randy, the guy who played first trumpet would be my choice. He had
been going with the same girl for four years, and had even told us he
planned to get married upon graduation and he and Karen were going off to
college together. Yep! Randy was a safe bet. I could room with him without
raising eyebrows or doubts...that is, if he would let me room with him. I
mean, after all, if he had heard things about me, he might not want to cast
light on his reputation...but hell, he was secure in his relationship with
Karen, and more importantly, secure about his manhood...so he didn't really
have any objections when I approached him about sharing a bed on the
trip. It was assumed that since there were so many members going, we would
be sharing double beds in private homes of families in Jacksonville.

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	FLORIDA IN THE SPRING!! What could be more wonderful? Bermuda
shorts and polo shirts...bathing suits...sunglasses...sandals...boys in
bikinis...couldn't wait!!! I only needed half a suitcase to pack
everything, except my tuxedo, I needed to play the shows in. Who ever heard
of an Arctic blast south of Georgia?  No of us apparently, we had packed
the wrong clothes and were freezing our asses off. Someone said the ocean
temperature was 44 degrees. We went in and I swear, it took crowbars to
pull our balls out of our bodies, they had retracted so far up inside us.


      We had eaten in shifts at Shoney's Big Boy, gone to the concert hall
to leave our instruments, had a short meeting about a 10:00AM rehearsal,
the following morning, and a lecture of the usual, "No drinking, no
smoking, and no bad behavior." Our "host" families were there to take us to
their perspective housing.


	Randy and I were staying by ourselves with a family who had a small
house with a Florida room. more like a tiny solarium. Ever hear of a
solarium (in Florida) with heat? You guessed it. We had mounds of blankets
and comforters piled on us. I was surprised our host family even had any
covers. This meant that Randy and I would have to rely on "body
heat". Tsk. Tsk. Too bad. Don't you just hate it when things work out that
way?


	Neither of us had had any reason to bring pajamas. We both had
brought one pair of jeans, each, and our tux pants. Everything else was
short legged. But, we did decide to sleep in our socks, along with our
briefs and polo shirts.

	I didn't take time to describe Randy. In stories you read how
masculine, well-built, tanned all the "other" guys are, usually with 8. 9,
10, or 11 inch dicks, just to make your mouth water. Since I had never seen
Randy nude, I will just say he was tall, medium built, blonde flat-top, and
could have been Tab Hunter's stand-in, in "Battle Cry". I didn't have to
see him naked. I got a bulge in my pants every time I noticed him in his
white band pants. Thank God it was cold. I couldn't have gotten an erection
if he had been Tab Hunter.

	Randy turned out the light and joined me in bed. We couldn't talk
because out lower lips were shivering. You could hear our teeth
chattering. I was a bit startled when he got into bed and he scrunched over
to my body...my back to him. He actually put his left leg over mine, One of
his arms went underneath me, the other went around my chest, trapping my
arms as he pulled me close. His withdrawn crotched was firmly planted next
to my clothed ass crack. He started rubbing my arms to create a heat
friction and his mouth was close to the back of my neck, blowing as heated
a breath as he could muster. We were so cold, it seemed as though the whole
bed was shaking.

	"This doesn't bother you, does it?" he asked.

	"Hell, no...get my back warm and I'll try to do the same for you."

	"Randy, I read something in an R.O.T.C. manual about guys trying to
keep warm, in a freezing foxhole."

	"What did it say?"

	"That naked human skin can actually generate more heat than
clothed.

	"Are you saying we should take off our shirts and shorts?"`

	"And socks", I added.

	"You're crazy."

	"I didn't make it up."

	We lay there shivering. Sex or naked intimacy was NOT on my mind. I
was more concerned about self-preservation.

	"Wanna try it?"

	"Shit, I'll try anything...but I'm NOT getting out of bed to take
my clothes off...I'll do it under the covers or not at all."

	"Fine with me. I'll help you."

	I rolled over and slowly started pulling at his poloshirt as he
scooted down to get it over his arms. He pulled at both sides of his
briefs, raised up, pulled up his knees and was able to get them off, When
he had pulled up his knees I took off his socks.

	"Now, me." I said,

	We managed the same procedure and soon we were both lying stark
naked, side by side.

	"I hope you went to the bathroom before you went to bed. It's too
damn cold to go to the bathroom and I don't want you pissing on my in the
middle of the night." he said.

	"No I laughed," I'm like a camel, I can hold it for days, if I have
to."

	"All right, how do we want to lay? You want my back turned toward
you or do you want me to warm you up first?"

	"Turn over with your back to me. I'll try to thaw you out." I
offered.

	He turned over and I tried to imitate the position he had tried on
me before we undressed. My left arm was under him, with my right arm
stretched over his arm and chest completing a circular armhold. My right
leg went over his left, this time, pushing my privates into his crack. I
began to rub his arms with mine and raising my leg up and down his.

	After a few minutes, he said, "I swear, either it's my imagination,
or I am actually getting warmer. I'll be damned. I wouldn't have believed
it. Roll over and let me do it to you."

	I turned my back to him, once more, and he assumed my role. He was
right, The body heat was much warmer. Shit! I wish now, I hadn't played it
so safe by choosing to room with Mr. Macho. Where the hell was Ernie when I
needed him. I should have stayed with him. My mine wandered...who was Ernie
getting warm...and what were they doing? Considering that just a few
minutes ago I was imagining the idea of being found frozen to death in the
morning...now my thoughts were on other things. Get with it, Mark...this is
what you wanted and whom you wanted to room with...now accept it! Get warm,
if you can, and go to sleep.

	This time, when Randy snuggled up embracing me from behind, he
tried some different friction movements. His hands slipped over to my chest
and he began to rub my pectorals. My nipples were hard from the cold, so
this was no give-away. I was sure his were, too. I lifted my arms a little
so he could rub my sides and ribs. He obliged, warming my sides, moving his
hands toward my midsection above my navel. If I had been watching this
scene in a movie, I would be laughing my head off, but under these
circumstances, there was really nothing funny or erotic about it. His hands
went lower and he massaged my abdomen, avoiding anything near my pubic
area. His left hand went up and down my left thigh. Just once, his
fingertips came in contact with my scrotum. He didn't make a big deal of
it, he just made sure he didn't go toward that area again.

	"Randy, it IS working. Let me roll on my back, so you can rub my
right thigh,"

	I had no ulterior motive, except to balance the warmth, I was
receiving. I rolled on my back and he stretched his arm over to get to the
"cold" leg. His hand was moving up and down my other leg, all the while his
wrist was rubbing up and down my crotch. Uh oh. Some involuntary things
were beginning to occur. I hope he wasn't fully aware that I was springing
an erection...but then, how the hell could ne NOT notice? I knew I had
better stop his action and return the favors he was doing for me before I
got into trouble and had some explaining to do.

	"Roll over on your back and let me warm your chest and legs." I
told him.

	"OK".

	I started repeating his hand ballet...first the chest, the abdomen,
and finally the legs. Curiosity got the best of me. I had to find out if I
reached over him to get to his left thigh, would I feel a rising organ
between his legs? So I reached over and gave his upper thigh some long hard
strokes, letting my arm touch his crotch every chance it got. Lo and
behold! He was human. He was getting hard quicker than I did with his cock
laying atop his stomach.

	"Oh, man, that feels good. I can feel the blood returning to my
lower extremities." he exclaimed.

	I knew that he had felt my erection, and I knew, he knew, I had
felt his. This could be awkward or embarrassing, unless I lightened the
moment with a joke or funny comment. So, without trying to embarrass him, I
reached up and grabbed his fully erect member.

	"Should I warm that up too, it seems pretty hot to me already." I
laughed.

	"Mark, that NEVER gets too hot." he joked back.

	I didn't let go. I just held it and stroked up and down three or
four times.

	"What are you doing?" he asked. "Was that in the R.O.T.C. manual
too?"

	"I don't remember, but it ought to be."

	"While you're there, do it a few more times. I always sweat a lot
when I jerk off."

	"Well, don't make me seem like a queer, you grab mine, too."

	"Shit, you touched me first, so there's no harm in returning the
favor, It they're going to find us frozen dead in the morning, we might as
well die with one last orgasm...that is, if we can climax."

	He reached down and grabbed my penis, gave it a squeeze, and
started jerking me.

	"Your balls cold, too?" I asked as I cupped his scrotum with my
free hand,

	He rolled over to face me and grabbed me, as I had done. At first
we stroked at a slow tempo, but we both began to hint to each other the
speed we were both desiring. We were face to face. Our mouths about six
inches apart. We were exhaling hot air onto each other's lips. I became
brave as I edged my lips toward his, our breaths becoming hotter as I
finally sank my mouth over his. I waited for him to pull back...but he
didn't. He pressed his lips firmer on mine and almost out of an involuntary
response, he stuck the tip of his tongue out, trying to gain entrance into
my oral cavity. I opened and let him enter. He searched for my waiting
tongue and we began flicking at each other's tips.

	After a few seconds, he pulled it out of my mouth. I waited for him
to say something...ANYTHING!

	"Mark, don't say a word...whatever happens...happens...it'll just
be between you and me...understood?"

	"Understood."

	"I don't know what we are doing, but I bet it's nothing more than
the guys do in foxholes."

	I couldn't believe he was saying this. These were my lines. I was
the gay one...he was straight. The old saying, "There are no atheists in
foxholes, could also mean, there are no homophobes in freezing beds."

	I removed my hand from his cock and pulled his hand from mine, long
enough to reach behind him and draw his body into mine, so that our chests
became merged and our crotches were grinding into each other. I kissed him
passionately. He responded in like manner. When the kiss ended, we just
held each other tightly.

	"Randy?"

	"You knew I was gay before you agreed to let me room with you
didn't you?"

	"Yeah."

	"Then, why did you agree?"

	"Because I knew I wasn't. And I knew you were in a dilemma as to
who to room with, I also, knew, that if it were I, you couldn't get into
trouble, because everyone knows that nothing would or could happen with
me....the only thing...no one could foresee the predicament we found
ourselves in, and no matter what we do, no one will ever believe anything
ever happened between us."

	"You are incredible...I guess I should thank you."

	"You don't have to."

	He waited a minute before he spoke again,

	"So are you queer or not?"

	"Why?"

	"Well, if you are, you might give me one of those famous lessons I
heard so much about."

	"Who told you about any lessons?"

	"I won't say...well...are you going to show me what it feels like
to have sex with a guy?"

	"You, asshole." I kidded.

	"I'm serious...I want to know....What do you guys do?"

	"Shut up. Lay back. And pull the covers over your face."

	He jokingly, pulled the covers over his head and lay back like a
corpse. I rose my body on top of his and began to go to work. I kissed his
neck and slid to his right shoulder, moved lower and licked his
armpit. This was his first moan. I knew he was "getting into this" and I
could be free to do whatever I chose. I breathed hot air on him as I moved
to stimulate his nipples, down his sternum, stopping to tongue fuck his
navel. I exhaled once again as I began sliding down his treasure trail to
his pubes. I nestled my nose into his blonde patch, while letting my tongue
flick at the base of his cock. He began to writhe. My tongue travelled down
the topside of his shaft, then down over his piss slit, licking only a tiny
drop of pre-cum. I explored the underneath of his shaft and his scrotum,
engulfing one testicle at a time...finally, the whole sac. From above, I
heard an, "Oh, my God.". I smiled. I had him where I wanted him now. I had
teased him long enough. He wanted me to suck that thing into my mouth, down
my throat as far as it would reach...and that, I did. With a great lunge, I
took his whole penis in my mouth in one gulp. His penis throbbed once it
was completely inside. My hands reached up to tweak his nipples. As my
hands wandered upward, sure enough, his stomach and chest had broken out in
perspiration. Boy, had he heated up! His reached down to my head to play in
my hair. I knew he was experiencing something new...for the first time. I
would bet my life that little Southern Baptist, Karen, had NEVER gone down
on him, much less, ever let him fuck her. I wanted this to be good for
him. I changed positions with my head, used various tongue stokes, changed
speeds of my head and mouth motions. I predicted he would be ready to cum
in just about 30 seconds. I'm glad I didn't bet, because he was THERE in
15. He thrust his pelvis forward as he unloaded, not only his sweet juice,
but years of being frustrated and horny. I let him sink deep into my
throat, so as not to spill a drop.  He lunged forward about five times, and
then it was over.

	When it's "over" is the scariest part about sex. That's when the
guilt or anger sets in, on the one who has just climaxed. Too many guys,
lose interest once they have cum...or they become belligerent, wanting to
hit or curse. That's always the risk about having sex with a "straight"
guy. The "gay" partner has to wait for an approval or a "kick". I couldn't
decide whether to stay there and wait for his move or go back for an
acceptance kiss. I went back to rest my head on his shoulder. He said
nothing. So it was up to me to see how he felt.

	"Well, how was it?...did you like it?"

	"You know damned well I liked it. Who the fuck wouldn't?"

	"Wanna go for seconds?" I asked.

	"Maybe....Mark...I wanna do you."

	"You don't have to. I got warm just going down on you."

	"I know I don't have to, I want to....I said that whatever happened
would be just between you and me, so no one will ever know. This may be the
only time in my life I'll ever be able to try anything like this and I
don't want it to end unless I try...Do you mind?..That was a stupid
question....I know you don't mind...just remember, it's my first time, so
if I don't do it right, don't make fun of me...show me what to do."

	"Randy, the art of having sex with a guy, is feeling free to do
anything to your partner that you know would feel good to you...just don't
start spanking or the rough stuff."

	He laughed. "Shut up. I'm about to give my first blowjob."

	"Randy, my body is yours...do anything you want...just don't hurt
me...no pain...and watch your teeth. You can touch, kiss, lick, feel
anywhere you want. If you need help I'll help. Just pretend you're doing it
to yourself and you'll know exactly what to do."

	He gave me a slight peck on the lips and began to imitate every
movement I had done to him. When he finally took me in his mouth, I was
startled when his fingers began to probe between my ass cheeks and he found
my anal opening. He inserted his forefinger and began to poke me, in and
out. This brave action excited him and he started a more agressive sucking
motion on my dick.

	"You want me to warn you before I cum?"

	"No way, guy, I want the full treatment."

	When his finger touched my prostate, he GOT the full treatment. I
shot about a gallon in his mouth and down his throat. He swallowed as fast
as he could, occasionally gagging. When he thought he had drained me, he
returned his head to the pillow to join me.

	"Well?", he asked.

	"You're a natural-born straight cocksucker." I chided.

	"Aren't you ever serious?"

	"Seldom."

	"What was it like for you to have a guy's cock in you mouth?"

	"Strange...but I liked it....you know, when I put my finger up your
ass?"

	"Yeah."

	"That's the way I jerk-off. I always put something...a finger...a
candle...a roll of LifeSavers...something up my ass. I kept thinking all
the time I was going down on you what a cock would feel like."

	"You willing to find out?"

	"Yeah, I think I want to."

	"It can hurt...but I can and will be as gentle as possible."

	"Go for it.

	"Roll over on your stomach....If you feel like it later, I'll let
you fuck me. OK.?"

	"You're on, Buddy."

	He rolled over on his stomach and I buried my face in his ass,
lubricating his anus with my tongue, as deeply as I could. He kept moving
his hips backward. He wanted this. And I wanted to give it to him. I spat
on my cockhead and rubbed it to get it slick enough for an easy entry. We
were still smothered with blankets, comforters, spreads, and the like, but
I asked him to raise his butt up by getting up on his knees, so that the
initial entrance would be less painful. I inserted my glans and let it rest
for him to get use to the sensation. I didn't want to enter all at once and
"end" the moment...but it was he, not I that pushed (backward) to envelop
my whole shaft. God! Did he want it!! All my life I've heard how straight
guys like it up the ass...I've never understood it. I wasn't going to take
time to figure it out now. I know I was the one with my cock inside him,
but HE was doing all the fucking. He started saying, "Oh!" with each
backward lunge. I had to shush him for fear he would wake our hosting
family. It always takes me longer to cum the second time, and after the
blowjob he had just given me, I knew I could hold out 30 minutes or longer
if he was enjoying it. He stopped for a moment to ask.

	"Do you know any other positions?"

	"Dozens of them." I replied.

	"Let's try 'em all."

	I was stunned in disbelief. I had worried that I had turned Jim
into a "jerk-off" monster, but what had I unleashed this time? For the next
hour we went through every position I had ever tried or seen in a book. He
liked it best on his back with his feet up in the air...this way he could
pull my head down to kiss me while I was fucking him. I was tired...I was
ready to quit...the only solution was for me to climax and I gushed another
load into his bowels this time. I kept thinking..."Now he will want to fuck
me, and I can't take an hour of this being done to me."

	As I came, he came on his stomach at the same time. Maybe he would
be too exhausted to want to reciprocate. I was wrong. He wanted to enter me
NOW. Suddenly he was gay, and I was turning "straight", I laughed to
myself. But hell, a deal is a deal. I asked him what position did he want
me in. He chose his favorite...this time with me on my back with my legs in
the air. And then fortune smiled on me, I don't know how he managed it, but
I swear he was only in me less than a minute, when he filled me full with
his load.  He was tired...I was the one who was exhausted. We lay side by
side, quietly for a long time.

	"Are you warm now?" I asked.

	"I'm roasting....you?"

	"Hot as a firecracker."

	"Think it will be cold again, tomorrow night?"

	"The weatherman said, this cold snap would last the whole week."

	"Fate works in mysterious ways....Mark, when did you first know you
were queer?"

	"When I was about six years old...I use to get hard-ons in the
movies looking at all the good-looking actors."

	"I think I just found out about myself, tonight."

	I hope he couldn't see the puzzled expression on my face as he
embraced me tightly and went to sleep. I wondered, which boy in the band
would be next....