Date: Tue, 6 Jul 1999 19:51:08 EDT
From: Vyper3712@hotmail.com
Subject: Bryan and Mark ... and Band Camp

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Author's Note-

This is my first attempt at writing a story! Please bear with me. ALL comments
are welcome at Vyper3712@hotmail.com, good or bad, I love mail! Now, on to the
good stuff ;-) Oh, I almost forgot- if you are looking for quick sex stuff,
you won't find it here, I really want to build up the story, and have them
build them a relationship first! Hope you really like the story...

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Bryan and Mark ... and Band Camp
Part 1
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	Boy, I never knew how hard marching band could actually be!! My
name is Bryan, and I'm 14, and in the high school marching band. We have
already had two parades, and they were both torture tests! The marching
band takes MANY different trips throughout the year, one, including band
camp.

	I wasn't really looking forward to it, because one of the major
features that everyone looks forward to, is swimming. I was never really
happy with my body. I first realized I was gay, or at least bi, when i was
13. Another reason I wasn't looking forward to the swimming section, was
because I didn't know if I could handle all the nearly naked guys in the
pool! I was afraid I'd make a fool of myself.

	But the object of my obsession, is a junior, Mark. He was about
5'9", BABY blue eyes that were to die for, I could look into his eyes for
an eternity.  I described his eyes, as oceans of blue that happpened to be
called eyes. Not to mention, he was hot as hell!!

	The trip to band was a mere week away, but- we had another parade
to perform in before we headed off to band camp. It was a homecoming for a
nearby school that we didn't really WANT to march in. But we needed the
publicity.  Our uniforms consisted of a white shirt with our emblem on it,
white tennis shorts, sash, and white marching shoes.

	The parade went without flaw, an excellent show put on for all
involved. We herded onto the busses and headed back to the HS. When we
arrived back, EVERYONE was hot, and sweaty. I spotted Mark. He looked as
wonderful as ever! Whenever I laid eyes on him, I was in heaven. I don't
know how I knew, but I could just feel that him and I were meant to be.
This was just no fling, I was obcessing on him! He had taken his marching
band shirt off and was just wearing a white tank-top. He was walking
towards me, as I was walking to the equipment busses for my instrument. We
passed eachother, with nothing said, I looked back at him, and he kept on
walking, I don't think he even knew I was alive.

	Another week passed, of me fantasizing about Mark... Alas, it was
time for the trip to band camp. We had to memorize music, and to gain the
privilege to swim, you had to have both pieces memorized without help, or
flaw. I had made up my mind a few days earlier, that I would purposely not
play the music correctly, even though I did have it memorized. I just
decided that there was no way I could stand the embarrasment if I started
staring at him.

	The time for swimming came, and almost everyone headed towards the
pool screaming and laughing- except me. I was help back in the shelter
house, to work with one of the leaders of the band. I started working, when
I felt someone sit down beside me. It was Mark!- he played the saxophone.
He paid me no nevermind, but I cherished the fact that he was actually
sitting next to me.

	We were the ONLY ones that weren't going swimming! I really
couldn't believe that because there are usually more people that don't have
their music memorized. Our teacher had left for a moment to go and use the
restroom. So I turned to Mark to talk to him, hoping I wouldn't make a
TOTAL fool of myself!

	"So, what happened to you? Didn't you get your music memorized?" I
asked him

	"No, I was on vacation! I didn't have enough time to get the whole
thing done, I tried explaining that to the director, but you know how
stubborn he can be."

	I laughed, "Yeah," I said.  I had heard him talk before, but he was
actually talking to me! You couldn't imagine how happy I was. And Mark is
one of those people who looks into your eyes when he talks to you, I could
never do that, it made me nervous. The person we were working with arrived
back, and we began woking.

	We decided that Mark and I would do a duet, with the other person
"supervising" us. More like relaxing and having a coke. It was a slow tune,
and I couldv'e sworn Mark was looking at me. Mark messed up for what
must've been the tenth time when finally the section leader spoke up.

	"Hey Mark! What's up with you?" he asked, "You usually never mess
up! You're one of the best saxophone players in this band!"

	"I dunno, I guess I just have other things on my mind."

	"Well you better get your mind back on this band, or you won't have
any band to focus on!!" he barked.

	"God, lay off Adam, what are you gonna do, kick us out?" I
intruded.

	"I have the authority to!" he shot back, and gave me a glare that
could kill a weak soul.

	I rolled my eyes at him. We continued playing, with a little more
concentration from Mark.

			    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
	
I had also gotten into the same cabin as Mark, (things worked out GREAT!)
After a *HARD* ;-) day of working, we all headed back to the cabins because
we had to rise and shine the next morning at 5am. We had to get showers
yet. I walked into the cabin, just to find Mark sitting on his bunk, no one
else in the cabin quite yet. I was hoping to create a relationship with
him, good friends if nothing else.

	"Hey, what's up?" he asked me.

	"Oh nothin', you know, same ole', same ole'" I said.

	He kind of chuckled. He showed his pearly whites, I could've died
happy at that very moment, I was really attached to this guy.

	"Soooo, you gonna get your shower?" I asked him.

	"Oh yeah, that's what I was just planning on doing."

	With that, he stripped off his shirt right in front of me. He had
THE BEST upper chest of any man, or woman for that matter.

	"I'm headed for the shower buddy, been a long day!" he said, "When
are you gonna get yours?"

	He called me buddy!! I was in heaven!

	"I guess I'll wait 'till you get out."

	There were open showers in each cabin and I didn't really feel
comfortable in the shower with someone else, especially the guy of my
dreams!!

	"Nah, you can take yours now, I don't mind." he said, "We've both
got the same merchandise, I hope."

	We both kind of laughed at his little comment, and again he showed
his pearly whites.

	'What a hunk!!!' I thought.

	With that, I took off my shirt, and went into the showers. I found
him in his boxers, ready to strip them off too. He took off his boxers,
with his back to me. What a butt!! I shed myself of my pants and boxers
too. He turned around, and blatently looked me up.  And back down.

	Then he walked to the other end of the showers and began to wash
that body of a god. I knew something was to happen that night...

	I stood there for a few minutes, just watching him, his muscles
flexing. If I didn't know better, (which I didn't) I could've sworn he was
showing off to me. I began washing myself, and when I turned around to look
at Mark again, he was gone.

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Wow guys!! Thanks for all the great comments! I know everyone says this,
but seeing the comments REALLY makes these stories easier to write. I
really enjoyed them! Keep sending them in, Vyper3712@hotmail.com,
suggestions are also welcome. I apologize for not replying to the mail I
received. I was so excited that I guess it just slipped my mind =) But I
would like to thank the first 3 people that sent in mail, one including
Rob, thanks a lot. I feel so bad about not writing back to all the ones who
sent in comments! Throughout the next stories I'll be sure to reply to all
the mail I get. Again, my apologies.

~B~ Man
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Bryan & Mark ... and Band Camp
Part 2
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	I quickly finished my shower almost in a panic to see where Mark
ran off to. I wrapped a towel around myself and went out into the main
cabin. I saw Mark sitting on his bunk getting dressed.

	"Hey man, left kinda quick don't ya think?" I asked him.

	He laughed, I swear that's a laugh that could make the MOST
depressed person smile. "Yeah, I guess I did."

	I removed my towel and began getting dressed. I don't know if he
knew it or not, but <I>I</I> was trying to show off to him. He never looked
at me once. I began to wonder if what I thought in the beginning was
totally false. He was probably just another jock who played girls in and
out.

	I finished getting dressed, just some flannel pants (love those)
and a wife beater, something comfortable to go to sleep in. I looked over
at Mark when the rest of the guys who were in the cabin started pouring in.

	"Hey, where you guys been?" I asked them.

	They all started laughing hysterically, when one of them between
gasps of breath said, "There were these two fags out by the shelter house,
we were naggin' 'em and throwin' stuff at 'em," another out burst of
laughter. Neither Mark or I laughed at his comment. He just gave a slight
smile like he was one of them and laid back in his bed to try and go to
sleep.

	I tried to do the same, even though there were a million things
running through my mind. ' Was Mark in on that? Did he know they were going
to do that? Does he know about me? Is that why he kept me here so I
couldn't stop them?' All these questions were racing through my mind as the
rest of the guys either went in for showers, or just went to bed.

	I slowly drifted off to sleep, and I had a dream- or was it a
nightmare?

	I was lying in bed, when Mark, only in his boxers came over to me
and hovered over me. He looked deeply in my eyes, and kissed me. It was
unlike any kiss I have EVER felt. He put his whole body into it. I didn't
resist, this was the guy of my dreams!

	He then laid on top of and began feeling my body. I could feel he
was hard through his boxers, I only had thin flannel pants on. He slipped
my wife beater over my head and began kissing my chest. He licked my
nipples and ran his tongue down my stomach, and stopped at the lip of my
pants. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close to me. Our lips
never left eachother's bodies in one form or another. He began to pull my
flannels down my legs...

*SLAM!*

	I woke up suddenly in a cold sweat, I looked over at the clock,
4:57. 'Oh, Shit!' I thought. The slam I had heard was the door of the
bathroom with one of the other guys going in to get a shower that he didn't
get the night before.

	I looked over at Mark, he was still sound asleep. A few of the
other guys were up and walking around, trying to wake themselves up. I
slowly sat up, turned, and sat on the edge of my bed. I rubbed my eyes, and
stretched. I stood up and grabbed my toothbrush and my other morning
supplies and headed to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, and hair, and got
myself dressed and ready for the day.

	'I will never get used to getting up at 5:30' I thought. Our whole
cabin headed out at once to go to get breakfast. Mark seemed to be avoiding
me. I decided that as soon as I could talk with alone with him, I would.

	It was now 11:30, the only free time we had during the entire
day. I was just hangin' out in the shelter house talking with a few of my
friends when I eyed Mark sitting at a nearby picnic table by himself. I
watched him for a few minutes, and I was surprised to see him sitting by
himself, he was a pretty popular guy. I soon saw one of his friends go to
start talking to him. They talked for a few minutes, when I decided to go
talk with them.

	I didn't do what I had originally planned to do. I walked around,
then behind the picnic table to listen in on what they were talking
about. I heard Mark talking.

	"I just can't believe that I had such a dream," he said, "What's
wrong with me?"

	What was that supposed to mean? His friend was trying to comfort
him, but any person with a brain could tell he wasn't doing a very good
job. His friend finally left his side, and when he left, I saw that it was
Adam, the section leader we were both working with the day before. As soon
as he left, I went over next to him and sat down.

	"Hey man, how's it goin'?" I asked.

	"OK I guess" He looked away from me.

	I had no idea what to say next.

	"Hey, um, I couldn't help overhearing that you had a dream last
night, you wanna talk about it?" I asked him.

	"Not really" he said in his most unconvincing tone.

	"Listen, I was kinda hoping we could talk later tonight, alone, in
the cabin before anybody gets back."

	"I don't think that's such a good idea."

	With that, I didn't want to push him any further, so I left a slip
of paper saying to meet me in the cabin at 8:00. I had no idea if he was
going to show up or not, I just had to pray, I really needed to talk to
him.

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	7:52. I was back in the cabin relaxing, by myself. 'I bet he won't
show up' I thought, 'Why would he?' I just sat back and thought about the
things I would say to him if he actually did show up.

	I heard the door open, and in he walked. He looked so depressed.
Everything I was going to say to him left my mind, as he walked over and
sat on a bunk across from me with his head in his knees. I made my way over
to the bed he was sitting on, and put my arm around him trying to comfort
him. He didn't move.

	"What's wrong?" I asked him, in my most soothing voice.

	No answer, I was getting worried. This was one of the most popular
guys in school, and someone was bound to confront him if he kept acting
like this. He sat up, and looked at me square in the eyes, his deep blue
eyes burning a hole through my brown eyes. He had the most pitiful look on
his face. I just sat there, gazing at him, when out of absolutely nowhere
he wrapped his arms around me. He hugged me. He sat his head on my
shoulder, and began crying. At this point, I was really scared, I didn't
know what was bothering him. I just sat perfectly still, and let him cry on
my shoulder.

	He stopped crying momentarily, moved his head in front of mine, and
again gazed into my eyes, I felt like he was staring directly into my soul
with his eyes.

	"I..." he stopped.

	"You what?" I asked.

	"I...should really be going" he said, but I could tell that that
really wasn't what he was planning on saying.

	He got up, and started to walk out of the cabin. I grabbed his arm.

	"Wait"

	He turned around and looked at me.

	"What?"

	"What did you really want to say?" I asked, hoping to get a
straight answer out of him.

	He stood there for a minute, not saying anything.

	"We'll talk later, tonight, when everyone's asleep," he said.
	
	Before I even had a chance to answer, he was out the door. 'I guess
that's better than nothing' I thought. I casually walked over to his bed
and his journal was laying out. We had to keep a journal while we were at
band camp, nothing to be turned in or anything, just kind of somehting to
write all of our feelings down in, if we had no one to talk to. I knew I
shouldn't have read it, but I knew he was hiding something, and I had to
find out what that something was. I opened it, and started reading.


August 9

	How could I possibly have feelings for him? This is so confusing, I
just don't know what to think. I'm so confused. Should I talk to him? Yeah,
I think I will. But what do I say? Nothing. I'll let him do all the
talking, he usually has a lot to say.

				   -Mark
			      * * * * * * * *

	I couldn't believe my eyes. Was it me he was talking about? My
heart said yes, but my mind said no. It could be anybody! It could even be
Adam. He was, afterall talking to him earlier today. I was just as confused
as he was. I just HAD to have a serious talk with him, and that talk was
coming later tonight, and I had a feeling that something was going to be
revealed.

~To Be Continued~

Well, there's the second installation of the story! Hoped you enjoyed
it. Again, all comments or suggestions welcome at
Vyper3712@hotmail.com. More to come!

~B~ Man