Date: Fri, 9 Jul 2010 02:07:00 -0700
From: Name Inside Doe <letitbeatu@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Last Beat

Okay, so here's the general disclaimer... this story is entirely FICTIONAL.
If you're not old enough to read this, or if you do NOT like this type of
erotic fiction, then do NOT read. This story is my own and please give me
an email at letitbeatu@hotmail.com if you wish to redistribute or copy it.

Otherwise, read on. I'm not an author (but one day hope to be). Please send
me some feedback on what you thought.

I present to you....

The Last Beat



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	It was one of those hot days where you stepped outside and
immediately your breath was sucked from you. Your forehead instantly became
aglow with sweat. There were no clouds in sight, only sun. Not even the
birds attempted to fly. It was that hot.
	I stepped onto the dry, brown grass. It crinkled under my sneakers.
I stared around at the others surrounding me. We were all used to this
exhausting heat by now.

	It was marching band practice day.

	To tell you a little about myself, I'm freshly 18 and a senior in
high school. My name is David. I'm 6'0", 230 pounds, brown hair, and I
always sport a five o'clock shadow. I'm somewhat hairy. All natural down
below. I consider myself straight. I've never really pushed my sexual
orientation any farther because it never really mattered. I'm a band geek,
obviously, because this is where this story starts out -- band practice. I
play the drums; I have since 6th grade. It's a passion of mine, but I never
intend to follow it after high school.
	I was standing beside Lisa, a wiry, cute, and quirky girl. I never
really liked her personality, but she was nice to look at.

	"I hope Mr. Carpenter gets here soon," Lisa whispered to me while
fanning her face. I only nodded, keeping my gaze focused on the new
freshmen. (They are a pain and always need constant guidance.)

	Suddenly, the crowd around me froze. I knew immediately what was
happening and I froze too. Mr. Carpenter, our band director, made his way
into the middle of our group. He is a good looking man, about 6', a light
sprinkling of hair on his face, hairy arms. A bear with piercing blue
eyes. He was wearing thin basketball shorts and flip-flops. I found myself
staring at the front of the shorts in hopes to see a bulge or a hint of
movement. Anything. But I got nothing.

	"If we want to play our best and take the top award at the state
competition, we have to get focused!" Mr. Carpenter's strong voice rolled
across our practice field. He was pumping us up. Like the football coach,
except cuter.
	Practice went off without a hitch. Everything went according to
plan. Mr. Carpenter didn't get angry or fuming like he does some days. So
we prepared to leave with our heads held high. I was helping Lisa stow away
the drums, when I felt a light tap on my shoulder.

	Mr. Carpenter was standing behind me, smiling as usual after a good
practice.

	"Can we talk?" he said, in almost a whisper.

	"Sure thing. I'll be there in a second." I said back to him.

	Lisa was in a rush that day, so she hurriedly did what she had to
and split. I was gathering my things until I remembered Mr. Carpenter's
request and I went to his small office. When I opened the door, I was
greeted with Mr. Lowell -- another band director from a different school
-- and Mr. Carpenter's boyfriend. (Yes, Mr. Carpenter is gay, but he
isn't out. It's just known around the band. We don't pay it much attention
at all.)
	Mr. Lowell was a big man, and by big I mean... well, big. He stood
6'4", weighed about 270 pounds -- most of it muscle -- and he was
balding. He had been around me since I had joined band seven years ago.

	"Hey Mr. L," I beamed, giving him a high five and a shoulder tap.
	"Hello, David. Mr. Carpenter tells me you've been getting better
and better, but I didn't think that was possible!"

	I smiled at him and looked around to Mr. Carpenter, who was sitting
at his desk, arms raised behind his head. I could see very noticeable pit
stains in his shirt. I could feel a wave of ice trickle through my
stomach. The feeling was familiar -- I was turned on.

	"He is very good, I agree," Mr. Carpenter sat forward, resting his
hands on his desk.
	"Is there something you wanted me to do? I've been helping Morgan
on her A flats, but..." I began to babble, totally oblivious. Mr. Lowell
sat down in a chair beside Mr. Carpenter.

	"No, no. Mr. L and myself just wanted to share something with you."

	I must have looked like a lost child or something, because
Mr. Lowell chuckled and rubbed his chin nervously.
	Mr. Carpenter gestured for me to take a seat across from him, so I
did. The silence between us was almost unbearable.

	"Is something wrong?" I asked, very afraid to hear his answer.
	Mr. Carpenter started, "David, I can't help but feel a certain way
about students when I see their potential. Especially in music. But
something else about you captures my attention..." he trailed off.

	My mind was racing, until my thoughts hit a snag -- he must be
talking about the scholarship! Of course... right?

	"You're very talented and you're very..." Mr. L searched for a
proper word. "...hot."

	I looked at him quickly. My heart must have skipped a few
beats. The blood sang in my ears. Did he just say what I thought he said?
The look on his face told me he did.

	"What do you think?" Mr. Carpenter finished.
	"What do I think about what?" I managed to squeak. The strength in
my voice faded quickly.

	Mr. Lowell moved from his chair and made his way across the room,
gently shutting the door. I clenched the strap of my messenger bag tightly,
my knuckles shining white. Mr. Carpenter reached out and touched my hand
-- his fingers were coarse and rough. A man's hand.

	 I quivered, but something was stirring in my shorts. I was
becoming hard. Very hard.

	"I want to touch you, David. I want to feel you and taste you and
smell you," Mr. C said so smoothly I wanted to melt into him.

	Then I did something so compulsive, that to this day I don't
understand how or why this happened.

	I jumped up and kissed him. As hard as I could. My tongue lapped
against his, flying around his mouth. Tasting his sweet opening. He
eventually pulled away and I realized I was light-headed, so I took a deep
breath.

	Mr. C stood and I could see what I had always wanted to see; there,
in the front of his shorts, was an extremely large boner! (My mouth began
to water. Literally!) I swallowed hard.

	Mr. L stood behind him, his hand on his hips, and began to grind
into Mr. C.

	"I see you looking some days, David. I like it when you look."
Mr. C whispered.

	I was totally dumbfounded. I couldn't speak or even move. Good
thing Mr. L knew what he was doing. He moved out from behind Mr. C and
walked over to me, removing my messenger bag, revealing my own hard-on. He
grinned like an idiot and reached down...squeezing it. I shuddered with
pleasure.

	Mr. C bent down and kissed me again. Mr. L was on his knees,
removing my shorts. My sweaty thighs stuck to the chair when I stood. My
dick flopped out, revealing me at full attention. I was about 8
inches. Mr. L looked shocked at the girth, but he immediately dived down on
it, going to town.

	My first blowjob ever. And it was beyond fantastic. His warm mouth
covering my entire member. His tongue scraping against my throbbing
head. My knees became weak and I would have fallen, if it wasn't for Mr. C
behind me, kissing the bend of my neck and holding me. This was beyond
anything I had ever felt.

	Mr. L continued to suck on my dick, harder and harder. Wetter and
sloppier it became. I could feel precum leaking, and I was getting close.

	"Stop," I squealed. Mr. L quickly pulled off and stood, undoing the
belt buckle on his pants. Mr. C stepped around and my hand went straight
for the raging bulge in his shorts. As soon as my hand connected, I could
feel the head pulsating from under. The hair scratching against the rough
fabric. Years and years of longing desire flooded through me.
	In that instant, I wanted nothing more than to be with these two
men forever.

	I pulled Mr. C's shorts down and his dick sprang up to meet me. He
was about 7", but a great set of balls dangled below. A nice patch of hair
surrounded it and I could smell his musky sweat. I slowly bent down and
looked up at him.
	"You don't have to..." but that's all he could say before I began
to cram all of him inside my mouth. He moaned. Mr. L was jacking off
furiously beside me. I reached out and felt his dick. It was the same size
as Mr. C's, a little wider. I began to jack him off as I continued to suck
on Mr. C.

	My first time to ever give a blowjob!

	His dick tasted sweet and salty and delicious. (yes, I'm saying
delicious) I could feel the slick sensation of his precum sloshing around
inside my mouth. Clumsily I moved my tongue in circles over the head of his
dick. His moans grew louder so I kept up with that. Apparently, I was doing
better than I thought.

	Mr. C began to scream, "I'm cumming. David, oh GOD DAVID! I'm
CUMMING!!" His voice was a screech as I felt a spurt of something warm and
sweet fill my mouth. It easily slid down my throat and I continued to suck
as hard as I could as wave after wave of his seed was pumped into me.
	He stepped back and pulled me up. We kissed again, his tongue
rolling against mine -- in an attempt for him to taste himself. Mr. L
turned me to him and we kissed passionately. I wrapped my arms around him
as we kissed, I could feel his body tense.

	"I'm cumming!" he said, and I bent down to his dick. He jacked off
for another second, and I was hit with a huge spurt of cum. It kept
coming. I lapped it up.

	"Oh, God. That was amazing." Mr. L said, falling against the wall,
licking his hand clean.
	"Yeah, it's your turn now, David." Mr. C was still hard as he
pulled me up and fell down to my dick. At this point, I was ready to blow,
but I held on. I grabbed the back of his head and forced him down. He began
to deep throat me and I was in heaven. One of the best sensations of my
life. But my body began to tense and shake and my legs began to tremble.

	"I'm going to shoot!" I bellowed.

	This only drove Mr. C to suck harder and I began to unleash my cum
waves into him. Mr. L held onto me so I wouldn't give out from all of the
pleasure. I shot seven spurts. The most intense orgasm of my life. I opened
my eyes to see stars -- it was THAT great!

	Mr. C stood up, wiped his mouth, and smiled. I loved his smile.

	"What did you think?" He was stroking my now limp dick. Mr. L was
rubbing my ass and I mulled the question over. My mind was so jumbled and
crowded with what I had just experienced.

	"I loved it," I whispered, "a lot."

	Both Mr. L and Mr. C laughed and we leaned in to kiss one another.
	I pulled my shorts on and grabbed my messenger bag. Before I opened
the door, I stopped to look back at them.

	"Thanks." That was all I was able to say. The two men nodded at me,
neither of them dropping the goofy smiles from their faces

	Later that year, we took first place in the state marching
competition and that May I graduated from high school, which meant... no
more band. Mr. L and Mr. C never made another move on me, to my dismay, but
we exchanged some hot emails from time-to-time. But eventually, we lost
touch all together.

	Saddened I was, but a new chapter was beginning in my life, and so
much had changed that day my life skipped a beat from the norm. I was ready
to experience a whole new outlook.


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ONE YEAR LATER

	I just started my new job at Blockbuster.
	It had been a long day, nothing too exciting had happened. A man
walked up to the counter and handed me two videos and I scanned them, rung
him up, and took his money. He thanked me and left. The store was quiet.

	I bent down and lifted the returned movies into a crate and began
to put them back on the shelves, when the door opened. I was beginning to
get pissed now. I headed back to the register and waited for the customer.
As they approached, my back was turned. I didn't hear them come up, but I
could sense their presence, so I spun around to see...  Mr. Carpenter
staring back at me. I was floored.

	"I'm feeling up for a little action," he said in that familiar
voice I always adored.

	Mr. L appeared behind him. I couldn't stop myself from grinning.
	Mr. C outstretched his hand to me. It was strangely comforting to
be looking at him. It felt as if high school had only begun. I slipped my
hand into his.

	 A strange feeling fluttered around in the pit of my stomach. This
was something I had not felt before.

	But whatever the hell it was, it felt good.


More to come, possibly, if you liked this.