Date: Tue, 20 Feb 2001 05:58:36 -0500
From: Ritch Christopher <RitchChristopher@cs.com>
Subject: boy-in-the-band-5

Usual disclaimer. All rights reserved. Copyright owned by the author. This
is a work of gay fiction. If you are underage and/or offended by graphic sex
or explicit language, please leave now.


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	I finished my piano lesson around 1:30 on Saturday and decided to walk back
to the high school through the old Confederate cemetery. This put me at the
school about an hour earlier than the scheduled meeting with George. I had
dreaded this all morning. It would be true to say that I had trepidations
seeing George anytime, let alone a private session with no one around. Maybe
it was his rank "Band Captain" that scared me or his size or big booming
voice. Maybe he had too many connections with God and I feared for my soul.
Whatever it was that made my stomach flutter, I hadn't decided on the exact
reason yet. I entered the school through the band room. George's car was
parked outside. He was nowhere in sight. I went down the hallway which led
to the old gym and then I heard him in his loudest vociferous voice
bellowing the refrain of the hymn, "How Great Thou Art." I wondered if he
were looking at himself in the mirror as he sang. The humor in that idea,
relaxed me a little. The echo of the empty gym just made the whole thing
deafening. Maybe I could fake that he had burst my eardrums and be able to
leave...now.

	He stopped when he saw me.

	"Oh, Hi, Mark...didn't see you...how long you been standing there?"

	"Just a few minutes."

	"I was practicing. I gotta sing a solo at church tomorrow...How'd I sound."

	"Very strong and powerful."

	"Just the way we should lift our voices in song to the Lord,
Mark...Hallelujah!...Praise God!"

	Jesus! How much of this would I be able to take? I had always like his
girlfriend, Sarah..but how in the world could she put up with this "Amen
corner" bullshit, all the time? My grandmother, Dad's mom, had been a
Jehovah's Witness, and I thought she was bad. She couldn't hold a candle to
George. I couldn't understand why he had died at birth and gone straight to
heaven without all this earthly delay. The angelic choir needed him for
sure...then again...maybe they were afraid of him too...and that's why he
was sent to earth.

	I didn't know exactly what serial numbers he wanted me to catalogue on what
instruments. but I wanted to get on with the job, get it finished and go
home. I was still tired and needed recuperation from the party at Ernie's,
the night before.

	"George, where are the instruments we're to work on?"

	"They're in the wire cage in the band room."

	"If you're ready, let's get started," I hurried him.

	"Let's go into Mr. Freeman's office first. I want to talk to you."

	Oh boy.....here it comes...Sunday school on a Saturday.

	"Close the door," he ordered politely after we had entered the tiny office
with a glass porthole in the door. "Sit."

	"Yes sir."

	"The serial numbers can wait until another day. I used that as an excuse to
get you here and talk with you privately."

	"About what, sir?"

	"This is rather delicate...but I've been hearing rumors about you and some
of my best band members."

	"Rumors, sir?"

	"That's what I here to find out. If they're rumors or the truth."

	"I'm afraid I don't know what you are referring to, sir."

	"I heard things about you and a certain trumpet player involved in a rather
sticky situation on the trip to Jacksonville."

	I sat there quietly and motionless...what had he heard and from whom. I
knew damned well Randy wouldn't have said anything.

	"I also heard things about you and a French horn player on the trip to
Bristol."

	"I'm sure I don't know what you are talking about now, sir. You must have
me mixed up with someone else."

	"Do you deny that you went to this certain French horn player's house, last
night and met up with the trumpet player and certain athletes on the varsity
squad?"

	How the fuck did he know that? Who was the squealer? Whom was he in cahoots
with? If I found out I would beat him to a pulp...piano hands or no piano
hands! My reputation was at stake here. If George had found out, who was to
say that Lance wouldn't either?

	"Mark, you know if you keep denying these things, you are just committing
another sin...lying...to go along with your other transgressions. I don't
think we have to say the act I'm referring to, "out loud", but you know it's
an abomination of God."

	I felt the first singe from his fiery wrath.

	"Mark, will you cut the act, and tell me what's going on...and how many
people you have involved in your unspeakable trysts?"

	Trysts?...Jeeee...sus!!! After the rain of fire would come the flood or the
frogs or the boils or the locusts.

	"Mark, are you willing to admit that you are having manly sexual contact
with these guys."

	"Sir I am not ready to admit anything."

	"Then we must pray for your transgressions, until God finds a way for you
to confess your sins."

	"I don't really think I've been sinning, sir."

	"What would you call it then?"

	"Discovery...with my peers."

	"Are you trying to say you've been exploring other guys' bodies?"

	"That's only half of it...they explore mine, too."

	Oops! I slipped! I said more than I had intended.

	"There! You just said it out loud...you let other guys explore your body.
I'm glad you finally let the cat out of the bag."

	"OK, I'll admit it. I've been involved in exploring and discovering..."

	"To what end?"

	That remark opened the door for me to deliver a well chosen wisecrack, but
I bit my tongue, instead.

	"We were sorta learning about the birds and the bees from each other,
that's all."

	"That should be left up to your mother and father to teach you, not just a
bunch of young guys hell bent on experimenting,"

	"George I would be eighty years old and my parents still wouldn't've
brought up the subject...My mom gets embarrassed when she hears the word.
"pregnant". You think she's going to teach me how to masturbate? Or my dad?
My dad hates me. He would rather see me go to a reformatory before taking
time to talk with me about anything."

	"So are you saying you've been masturbating with these guys?"

	"Yes...all guys do it. They just don't admit it...to themselves or each
other...Don't you?"

	"My private life is discretionary. What I seek to do, I do in solitude."

	"Then you masturbate too."

	"I didn't say that...I was talking about your misdeeds...Have you done
other things?"

	"You seem to know the answers before you ask me the questions...YOU tell
me!" I replied, showing I was becoming annoyed.

	"You been indulging in oral and anal acts."

	"If you say so."

	"You mean you've never thought about it...late at night...in your
solitude?"

	"I would never dream of doing such things. I know that God would punish
me...as He's gonna punish you, I'm sure."

	"Well then let Him ask me the questions."

	"God is not the band captain, looking after the interests of his players.
You are corrupting them, aren't you?"

	"May I ask from whom you got your information."

	"That's something I promised not to disclose."

	"Well, someone's been ratting on me and I think I have the right to know
who."

	"Well let's just say a little bird told me."

	"A little bird who likes to have his cock sucked! If you someone had told
you about last night, then he was sucking or fucking along with the rest of
us! Everyone at the party was involved in something."

	"Everyone?"

	"Yes, everyone! Your little birdie is a cocksucker...Now who was it? A band
member or a jock?"

	"It was not a band member."

	"Then it could only be one of two people...Was it Chase or Tyler?"

	"Oh, now you're naming names."

	"Well one of them is your informant...and one of them had his ass fucked
last night.,,So I guess God's gonna punish him, too!"

	"They did those things?"

	"Yeah, I guess they forgot to tell you about that, didn't they?"

	"Did they both have anal intercourse?"

	"Only one of them got it in the ass...everyone in the room took turns
fucking him."

	"May I ask, which one?"

	"Why don't you ask them...they are so high and mighty willing to tell you
everything...or ALMOST everything,"

	"I had no idea that they were involved."

	"Well maybe you ought to get your facts straight before you go making wild
accusations."

	"I would like YOU to tell me. Which one of them assumed the female role?"

	"If you have to know...it was Tyler...we all fucked him,"

	"I see...thanks for telling me."

	"Now it's my turn to ask a question. What's your relationship with Tyler
and Chase. They are not band members and you are not a coach."

	"They...well...they both go to the same church that I do."

	"Well, Praise God!" I yelled,

	"Mark, don't get blasphemous! We're not in church, but we are always in
God's presence."

	"If I had known they had that "holier than thou" attitude, I would never
have let them come in Ernie's house last night. I think I should talk with
them privately and see what secrets they can tell me about YOU."

	"All have sinned and come short of the glory of God..."

	"ALL have sinned? Does that mean you, too?"

	"ALL have sinned."

	"Are you saying you suck cock, too?"

	"Good Lord, Mark, you know I would never do such a thing,"

	"No,,,I don't know it!"

	"You'll just have to take my word."

	"Excuse me, but you're always singing hymns and shouting 'Glory' and
'Praise God'...so sanctimonious...always ready to condemn...What's the old
Shakespeare saying, 'Me thinks the lady doth protest too much'?  Are you
hiding something George underneath your wings and white robes?...I think I'm
beginning to see just why you invited me here this afternoon...You heard I
was willing and 'hot to trot' and you wanted to see how far I would go with
you. You were tempting me like your Delilah! You thought if you cast out
your line I would take the bait. You wanted to see if I would try something
with you,,,didn't you?"

	His face had turned blood red. He was furious.

	"George,,,do you want me to suck your cock...is that what you want?"

	"Mark, I would never.."

	I interrupted him."That IS what you want...isn't it?...ISN'T IT?...ANSWER
ME DAMMIT!"

	"No," he answered quietly.

	"Then WHAT?...WHAT?"

	"Mark,,,I,,,uh...I like the feel of a guy's penis going up my rectum."

	I stood there astonished.

	"You've done it before?"

	"Yes."

	"With whom...Tyler or Chase?"

	"Both...I'm so ashamed."

	"Well, God damn!"

	"Mark, you must never tell ANYONE what I just told you. If Sarah had any
idea..."

	"To hell with Sarah finding out...what about God? Aren't you gonna be a
minister?"

	"Yes, and I know I will be punished. I have prayed and prayed asking for
forgiveness but it's something I don't seem to have any control over."

	"And all this was just a ploy to get me here and fuck you?"

	"...yes. I was told how good you were in bed."

	"Have you talked to Ernie and Randy about this?"

	"Yes."

	"Those little sons of bitches...they never let on...Have you done anything
with either of them?"

	"No...they told me if I could ever find the right time and place to get you
alone...that you were the best."

	I laughed to myself,

	"Since we are exposing our souls, Mark, can I ask you one more question?"

	"Shoot!"

	"You and Lance are having an affair, aren't you?"

	"Boy, you sure have done your homework."

	"I've thought about this moment for a long time."

	"Well George, since you've gone to all trouble of getting me here,,,then
let's get on with it!"

	"What do you mean?"

	"Drop you pants,Captain!"

	"You mean, here...and now?"

	"No time like the present...Drop 'em!"

	I couldn't believe it. George's hands were shaking nervously as he began to
unbuckle his belt. He slid his pants down, dropping them to his ankles.

	"Take 'em all the way off."

	George took off his loafers and stepped out of each pant leg, one at a
time.

	"You might as well take your shirt off, too."

	He obeyed like a little school boy, He was naked except for his white
socks.

	"Now what?" he asked.

	"Bend down over the desk.,,Are you prepared?..I mean you got anything I can
grease you up with?"

	"I think Mr. Freeman has some valve oil in his desk drawer."

	Trumpet valve oil. God! That stuff stinks like Johnson's Furniture Polish.
Oh well, if it could unstick a valve, I should have no trouble sliding up
his chute.

	George leaned his body over the side of the desk as I took the medicine
dropper and counted out ten drops as they plopped on his anus, I refilled
the tiny glass cylinder and applied another dropper full to my glans. It was
cold and slimy and the odor reeked in my nostrils. I slid the "lube" up and
down my shaft trying with great difficulty to get a hard on. I laughed as I
thought, "I'll soon be in Glory!" as I thought about Randy's remark, "George
and the glory hole", I knew fucking George was just gonna be "heavenly". I
told myself if I kept thinking of the humor in this situation, I would never
get an erection, much less achieve a climax. Finally I thought I was erect
enough to make a grand entrance through the pearly white gate. Once more I
laughed inwardly,

	"You ready, George?"

	"Yes,,,just enter me slowly. I like to take it an inch at a time. That's
what I like the best."

	"OK, then. Just take a deep breath."

	I decided to give him more than he asked for. I would enter him a half inch
at a time...make it last longer...give him the full treatment,

	"Oh yes, Mark,,,that's it."

	Little by little my cock sank into his heavenly portal until my shaft had
disappeared from sight,

	"Do I have it all?"

	"All I have to give...How is it?"

	"Heavenly!" I almost burst out loud in laughter.

	"Now do it to me, Mark. Do it to me?"

	"OK, here goes."

	I began to pump him...in and out...in and out...increasing the speed and
force with each forward thrust. I was getting into it now...I was, that is
until he started making a strange sound. At first it was inaudible, but as
my rhythm motions built up, I heard what he was crying...

	"Heehaw...Heehaw".

	Was he a jackass or Mary's donkey? I held by breath to keep from exploding
in hysteria,

	"Heehaw,,,Heehaw...Ride me, Mark...Ride me."

	I rode him until his mantra changed to "Jesus,,,Jesus...Jesus".

	"Oh yes! Hallelujah!,,,Glory Be!...Praise God...Oh my
Lord...Jesus...Jesus...Jesus."

	I thought he might be the first male to have an Immaculate Conception. I
was only certain there would not be a second cumming...not by me anyway.

	"You want me to shoot inside you, George?"

	"Yes, fill my soul with your glory."

	I wasn't sure about his soul, but I was going to fill his hole.

	"You're hitting something inside me, Mark, that makes me feel like I'm
being slain in the spirit."

	If he began talking in tongues, I would have to run before the lightning
crashed.

	"Mark, I think I'm cumming too."

	"Go to it...do whatever feels good to you."

	I would hold off until I felt his prostate contract and ejaculate with him
at the same time.

	He heaved and hunched the desk, making all kinds of godly noises until he
stopped. There was dead silence until he said...

	"Amen."

	"Was it OK for you George."

	"You've got the rod to comfort anyone, Mark,"

	That was a new way to put it.

	"Can I do anything else for you, George."

	"No, Mark, let me just lie here and meditate. You can go if you want to."

	I put my "rod" back in my jeans, zipped them up and walked out of the
office. leaving him in his glory.

	I went out the band room exit. The sun was still beaming down. I had
forgotten George had offered to take me home. But just then, I saw a car
approaching me from the far end of the school parking lot. It was Randy and
Ernie and Tyler and Chase coming to my rescue. They opened the door and
motioned me to get in. Once seated in unison they began
chanting..."Heehaw...Heehaw...Heehaw..."

	"Oh shut up" I said, laughing all the way home.

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