Date: Thu, 4 Nov 2021 10:05:57 +0100 (CET)
From: boi_stories@tutanota.com
Subject: Band Camp

"Band Camp" or "What happens at the back of the bus stays..."  By:
Boi_Luvver

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- This work of fiction contains sexual contact with a minor. If that is
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- I do not condone the actions of the characters and I do not necessarily
agree with their views and opinions. Separate the art from the artist.

- I will also state "This is fantasy!"  There is very little
way... actually, there is no way that this could ever have happened, nor
will it happen anywhere other than in my head and now yours.  That's why
they call it fantasy.


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Chapter 1

When I got to high school, I joined the concert band.  I never realized
what an impact the action behind those words would have on my life.

I have always been the last picked in school sports, long-legged and gangly
armed.  When I was about nine, I started growing.  My growth spurts always
seemed to come just as I was getting comfortable with the last changes. I
describe my early adolescence being one inch taller than coordinated.
Needless to say, I wasn't one of the popular kids.

I have always been musical and looked forward to learning to play a musical
instrument in band class. My first year in band, practice was right after
school, and I would then have to take the late-bus home.  My regular school
bus was bad enough.  Nobody ever wanted me to sit next to them, and in the
absence of a concerned adult (the driver was in it for the money, lol)
there was little discipline and so the teasing and harassment was barely
tolerable.  The late-bus however, that was a different story.  On my
regular bus route, at least I knew the other kids, and had some defenses.
On the late bus, I knew very few of the kids, and they were merciless.

I learned very early on that the "Cool" kids sat at the back of the bus,
and that if I dared to try and take one of those seats, I would be ousted
immediately.

Occasionally, if the load was light, and there weren't many kids on the
bus, I would go to the back of the bus and sit in the cool seats.  I never
really figured out what was so impressive about sitting at the back of the
bus.  The seats were all the same, only the very back seats often looked
like they hadn't been cleaned very often, as often there were marks where
someone had spat on the back of the seat in front, and the goober had run
down the back of the seat to pool on the floor below.

So, like I said, I wasn't sure, other than the cool kids sat back there,
what the big attraction for the back of the bus was.  It wouldn't be until
after Christmas that things changed for me on the busses.

In February, we had a weekend band camp retreat.  This was to be a 4-day
event, where we would have one-on-one instruction and work on technique
with members of the local concert orchestra who were donating time to help
us.

Friday morning, we gathered at the school, boarded 2 school busses and were
bussed to a conference center about 50 miles away.  There we were assigned
rooms for the weekend.  This was the only thing that I was really nervous
about.  With the torment that I suffered on a daily basis, getting home was
the point that I could let down my guard. For this weekend, I wouldn't have
a safe place.  And, I didn't have a choice as to who my roommates would be.

As we stood waiting for our room assignments, I could feel the dread
pooling in my stomach. Somehow, I just knew that this part of the retreat
was going to be hell.  How was I going to get through sharing a room with
three other boys?  They would see how abnormal I was.  It would just become
another way for them to ridicule me.

The band leader called out, "Room 117 will be Smith, Jenkins, Hurley and
Jones."

"No way." I hung my head. Danny was already up in the teacher's face.
"There's no way that me and Stan and Hank are sharing with him."

Mr. Samson just stood there, with a calm look on his face and told them
that the assignments were set, and there was nothing that could be done to
change them.

"But he plays a flute," Danny continued.  "He's a faggy flute player in
eigth grade."  Even in band, there was a coolness hierarchy.  Percussion,
trumpets, and trombones were up at the top, and boy flute players were at
the bottom of the ranks. Add on that Danny was in eleventh grade, while
Stan and Hank were in tenth, it meant that they had the coolness "older
grade" factor going for them as well.

Mr. Samson just looked at Danny and told him to figure out how to get over
it, as the room assignments were final.

Danny walked back to Stan and Hank. "There has to be something that we can
do. I can't go all weekend without ... you know." Stan and Hank nodded but
didn't say anything.  Mr. Samson walked over to us and gave us each a room
key.  "Go get unpacked, boys. And if I hear anything about trouble in your
room, you won't like the consequences."

As Mr. Samson turned and walked away, both Danny and Stan flipped him the
bird.

I just grabbed my bag and started walking toward the room.  It turned out
that the room we were in was at the end of the corridor.  There were
meeting rooms across the hall, and a couple of service rooms for
housekeeping and maintenance between us and the rest of the campers staying
on this hall.  I was even less happy about this arrangement, as there would
be nobody around to hear when they eventually got to beating on me.
Paranoid, perhaps... But it's only paranoia if they aren't really out to
get you.

I opened the door to the room and stopped midway through the door.  There
were only two double beds in the room.  We were going to have to share the
beds with each other.

Stan pushed through past me, looked around, and said, "There's no fucking
way I'm sleeping with him.  He'd probably enjoy it too much."  As the
others came through the door, there was more said to the same tune.  All I
knew was that it was one more time that I was being singled out and mocked.

"Just give me a blanket and pillow, and I'll sleep on the floor," I mumbled
out almost on the brink of tears.

As I tried to turn away from the others to try and hide my distress, Hank
grabbed my arm and shoved me up against the wall.  "Why the fuck don't you
ever stand up for yourself?" He all but shouted in my face.  "You never
defend yourself, and you let these shits... us shits... bully you.  Stand
the fuck up for yourself.  Grow a set of balls and be a man."

As he said that, he reached down, gabbed my balls and squeezed.  Or at
least that's what he tried to do.  In reality, he couldn't get to my balls
as I had my cock tucked in between my legs like always.  Having heard the
teasing that guys got over the size of their cock, there was no way that I
was gonna let my tormentors have a go at me for the size of my cock.  It
was so big that I needed to wear men's underwear that had a pouch in it
since the Fruit-of-the-Looms that my mother used to buy me were just way
too small.

When I asked the doctor about it, he told me that while having seven
inches, soft, at twelve years old was unusual, there was nothing to be shy
about.  He said that it was above average, and that I would find most guys
would be envious of it.  I guess he wasn't teased when he was a kid,
because he obviously had never heard kids being called "pencil dick" or
being harassed about their "teeny peeny".  There was no way that I was
going to be known as "Donkey Dong" or some other stupid name.  I already
had enough problems to deal with.

I tried to bat his hand away, but wide-eyed, he turned his head away from
me, without letting go of my dick, and said, "Guys, you gotta get a hold of
this.  It's huge!"

Red-faced with shame, I started to struggle. "Just let me go. Please."
Fuck, my voice cracked, and I started crying. Hank still didn't let go of
either my arm or my cock.

Stan looked at him and asked, "For real?"

Hank nodded his head, "Bigger than yours."

Through my tears, I could see that Stan looked somewhat offended. "No
fucking way!"

"Grab it and see," said Hank.  At that point he let go of my cock and
steered me over to the bed. "Settle down. Danny, get him a damp cloth to
wipe his face."  In the meantime, my cock, which hadn't had another hand
other than mine or the doctor's since my parents stopped giving me a bath
when I was little, decided that it liked the attention, and was starting to
plump up. Which got a little, okay a lot, uncomfortable.  Which caused me
to start to squirm uncomfortably.

In the meantime, Stan had done just what Hank told him to do, only he
unbuttoned my jeans and stuck his hand down the inside of my Andrew
Christian Trophy Boys boxers.

I told you that I needed something with a pouch, and after explaining to my
dad about my problem, he went online with me, and we found a website to
order from.  Talk about an uncomfortable conversation to have with your
dad.  It seems that my penis size absolutely did not come from his genes.
He told me that I am bigger than he is.  Which sorta freaked me out a bit.
I mean, who has a conversation with their dad about how big their cock is,
especially when he tells you that at twelve you have more than he does?
But we should get back to Stan's hand on my cock, in my underwear, as he
pushed down to the head.

"Fuck! How far back does it go?"  At that, he pushed his hand in and felt
back towards my ass.  Obviously, he could feel that I was doing a lot more
than chubbing up.  "Damn, dude!  We gotta let him have some room. "

With that, he pulled his hand out of my pants.  As Hank lifted me off the
bed, Stan grabbed the waistband of both my jeans and AC's and pulled them
down to my knees.

Freed from captivity, my cock rapidly filled out to its full eight and a
half inches, with a slight upward curve, and about as thick as a polish
sausage.  Just as I finished inflating, Danny came out of the bathroom with
the damp facecloth that Hank had asked for.  I tensed, knowing that he was
going to lay into me for sitting there with a baseball bat in my lap.

Instead, I heard him whisper, "Oh my fucking god."  He looked at me, handed
me the cloth and glancing down asked, "Can I?"

Not sure what he meant, a nervously nodded yes.  At that, he dropped to his
knees, put his hands on my knees and pushed them apart.  Puzzled, I watched
him as he just stared at my cock, which was twitching at the scrutiny that
it was receiving.  I really didn't know what was going on.  Here was one of
the biggest bullies staring at my cock like he wanted to eat it.

Sticking out his tongue, he leaned forward and licked the fucking head of
my fucking... Oh MY GOD... he was licking my cock.  Hank leaned down and
took the washcloth from me.  As he started to wash my face, he whispered,
"He's such a cock whore.  He can't let it get out, cuz his dad is a pastor
and he's afraid that they would send him away for "conversion" therapy.
But he just can't get enough cock. Stan and I try to keep him happy, and we
were mostly able to last year. But we just can't give him all he wants, and
frankly, he's been wanting more cock, as in bigger than what either Stan or
I have.  That monster of yours should be enough to keep him happy for a
long time."

By this time, my eyes were glazing over because Danny had just sucked the
head of my cack into his mouth and he was shoving his tongue in under my
hood.  As he continued to lick and suck and play with my balls, it felt
like a wave of indescribable sensations washed over me, and without time to
warn him, I started cumming into Danny's mouth.

"AAhhhh", I cried out.  Hank grabbed me and laid me back on the bed.

"First blow job?" He asked.

I just nodded. I couldn't think clearly enough to formulate any kind of
coherent speech.

"He's one of the best.  I gotta tell you, once you've had one of his
blowies, the girls at school who put out... they ain't nearly as good as he
is."  He leaned in, and said softly, "Once you get your cock up his
shitter, you are gonna be hooked on boy ass. Ain't no girl's pussy that
feels better, and most of them won't let you have their ass.  Ass is better
anyway. No chance at getting this cock bitch pregnant."  With that he
cuffed the back of Danny's head.

At the same time, I pushed him off my newly devirginized(?) cock.  Are you
still a virgin if you only got a blowjob? Anyway, my cock had been used by
someone else, and that was really all I could think about.

"Hey," said Danny, "I'm right here, you know."

"Yes, and everything I just said is true."

"Yeah, but a guys got feelings." he said, and looked up at me with a guilty
blush. "Sorry.  The easiest way to keep Dad's attention on something else
is to be the bully.  He can rag on me all he wants about picking on kids,
but it keeps him from hearing about what I really get up to."

"All that shit with Samson... I was just afraid that we weren't going to
have privacy to get up to our games."

Maybe later I would get back to being pissed about the way he and his
buddies had treated me, but right now, I was still basking in the afterglow
of my first blow job.  "What games?" I asked.

He looked at the others.  "They let me blow them, or they fuck me, and
sometimes they'll give me a hand job.  Neither of them are gay, but we've
been tight since like kindergarten. We've been playing games since we first
figured out it felt good to play willie wars."

Stan cut in, "We," nodding at Hank, "we don't mind touching his cock, but
we ain't into kissing or other gay stuff... other than fucking his
ass... and getting blow jobs.  Besides, not enough girls put out, and he is
always ready to take a cock or three."  He smiled my way.

It's funny how having a big cock was working in my favour.  It looked like
the weekend might turn out better than I expected.


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Chapter 2

After getting situated in our rooms, we had a session back in the main
dining hall. After a quick wash and a spritz of Axe, I was ready to go back
to the meeting.  As I got myself organized, and grabbed my flute, Hank
asked me where I was going.  When I said I was heading to the meeting,
asked, "Without your roommates?"

I was knocked speechless.  I really didn't expect anything to change
between us.  I mean, really, I was assaulted physically and sexually, and
now I was "part of the gang"?  I'm not really sure how that worked, and not
having a lot of friends, I wasn't sure how guys interact.  Maybe having
your cock down somebody's throat changes things.

"Uhh, I didn't think you would want to be seen with me, considering the way
Danny spoke to Mr. Samson," I said quietly.  "This is all really new to
me."

"That's cool," said Danny.  "I get that you are a little confused. But if
I'm gonna get access to that incredible cock of yours, we gotta change the
way people see you.  And the best way to do that is to keep you with us.
You, my good sir, are our new best friend."  With that, he threw his arm
over my shoulder and walked out into the hall, pulling me along with him.
Hank and Stan closed ranks and followed behind us.

As we walked down the hall, he started asking questions about me and what I
like to do.  I have to admit, looking back on it, I had no idea what was
happening to me.  In the space of about 15 minutes, I had gone from being
the "geeky, grade 8, faggy flute player" to "hanging with the cool guys".
You'll have to forgive me if I seemed just a little incredulous at what
happened, and not quite aware of what was happening around me.

There was a bit of a murmur that rippled through the rest of the band as we
clocked into the room, barely on time.  Danny, with his arm still
comfortably draped over my shoulder steered me over to a group of his
friends, plopped me down in a chair and dropped into the one beside me.
Once again, Stan and Hank brought up the rear, and sat right behind us.

I could hear a general murmur behind us, as more than one person had a
"WTF" moment. And I kept hearing Stan whispering, "Leave it alone.  You'll
find out later.  We've got the good room again.  You know where to find
us."

I looked at Danny, and he just shook his head then looked to the front of
the room.  Seeing Mr. Samson come in, he whispered to me, "Gotta go turn on
the charm. Watch this."

>From behind me I heard Hank start counting "One Misssissippi, two
Mississippi, three.."

"Mr. Samson," Danny said as he walked to the front of the room.  "I'm sorry
for my outburst earlier.  I was out of line."

Mr. Samson shook his head slightly and with a sigh said, "Yes, you were.
I'll stop by your room later to discuss this further.  It's not really an
appropriate topic for public discussion.  Hmm?"

"Eight Mississippi, nine Mississippi, ten... Fuck he's good.  That was
under ten seconds this time," Hank whispered.

Danny nodded, turned, and headed back to where we were sitting at the back
of the room.

Stan just laughed a little and said, "Not only does the band figure he's in
for trouble, but he got Samson a free pass to use tonight."

Confused as hell, I just sat there and let the day wash over me.  I was a
little out of it, but can you blame me?  I may have been jerking off with
squirts since just before my tenth birthday, which led to a different
uncomfortable conversation with my dad that started with him saying that he
hadn't expected to talk to me about crusty sheets for another two or three
years, but I had just gotten head for the first time.  And damn, if that
ain't a reason to be a little spaced out, I don't know what is.

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The rest of the day sort of just happened. There were group rehearsals,
section rehearsals, we met the pros who were there to coach us, we ate, and
sat around, and practiced, and it seemed to my befuddled brain that only a
few minutes after Danny tried to suck my brain out through my cock, our
last session of the day was done, and we were told that there would be a
snack laid out in the dining room at 9:30 and that we were to be in our
rooms by 10:00.  We were also reminded that tomorrow would be as busy as
today, so we should get a good rest to have energy to get through the day.

I was slightly amused that the teachers thought this would convince a group
of teenagers to be in bed with the lights out by 10:30 on a Friday night.
But I also knew that I was fading fast and figured I would try to get to
bed early myself.  So shortly after grabbing a couple cookies and a glass
of milk... (yeah, I know cookies and milk before bed, so bite me!) ... I
decided to head to the room and settle in before the others got there.

For the first time since I learned how good sex can be when somebody other
than your right hand is involved, I found myself walking down the hall
alone.  Reviewing the day in my mind, I was surprised to hear Danny's voice
as I neared the room.  "Ah... ah... ahh... harder... really give it to me."
I stopped as I heard a deeper voice grunting as well. "Ugh... Ughhh... You
gonna do that again?"  Fuck, that sounded like Mr. Samson.

I didn't know what to do.  Thoughts ran through my head. "Was Danny being
molested by a teacher?" ... "Fuck, this can't be good." ... "Who should I
talk to?"  As I turned to head back to get someone to help Danny, Hank was
walking down the hall towards me.

"Hank!  We gotta do something.  Danny is in there with Mr. Samson, and it
sounds like he's getting fucked.  What can we do?"

He smiled at me and said, "Watch."  With that, he looped his arm through
mine and dragged me the last few feet to the door, opened it with his key
and pulled me inside with him.

There on the bed was Danny sprawled out on his back, with holding his knees
to his chest as an equally naked teacher pistoned in and out of his ass
like a motor out of control.

"Oh yes, oh yes, OH YES," he cried out, eyes glazed over.  As Mr. Samson
shoved his cock in as deep as it would go. I could just see enough of
Danny's cock to see that he started spewing cum-juice all over himself,
without even touching his cock.  Mr. Samson shuddered as well, and you
could tell that he was shooting off into Danny's ass."

Hank asked, "How many is that Danny?"

"Hmmh?" Danny turned his head toward us, "I think four.  The drum coach
before supper, the trumpet coach after supper, the drum coach again, and
Mr. Samson has cum twice.  Does that count as four or five?"

My eyes must have been wide as saucers.  Seeing me like that, Danny said to
me, "And none of their cocks are as big as yours."

Mr. Samson grabbed his right nipple and twisted it.  "Ouch, that hurt.
Besides, it's true. You gotta see the whopper he's packing."

This trip had just gone so far into the Twilight Zone that I started to
giggle.  Giggles soon became laughter, and laughter lead to tears.  Hank
threw an arm over my shoulder and said, "It's a lot to take in. I get it. I
was a little freaked out when Mr. Samson came out of our room when I was in
eighth grade on my first band camp.  It seems that the walking Fuck Toy
over there had made a play for him the year before, and Mr. Samson moved
him to this room.  It's been our room ever since."

As Mr. Samson rolled off of Danny, his cock dripping with the cum that he
had just prodded into Danny's ass, he sat up and asked, "Was I right in
assigning him to this room?"  Danny looked a little surprised and nodded.
"His cock really is bigger than yours. He spews a fuck ton of juice, but
it's man juice.  There's not much little boy sweetness left in his cum.
You should try some before the weekend is over."

Looking my way, Danny continued, "It would have been nice to have been
warned of your plan.  I wouldn't have been quite so hard on him when we
were getting sorted into rooms."  He paused.  "How did you know?"

Mr. Samson smiled at me, as he fiddled with his cock.  "From the
conductor's podium, I can see a lot of things that you boys don't see."
Looking directly at me, he continued, "You have a tendency to stare at some
of the cuter boys in the band, and you also seem to look at my crotch more
than my face... which you are doing now... though I'll let is slide this
time as it's on display in a way that it normally isn't at school."

His grin widened.  "I also figured that he would be just right for a size
queen like you, Danny.  With a very apparent lack of a bulge, yet the
uncomfortable squirming at times probably meant that his cock was stuffed
between his legs.  Was I right?"

Hank tapped me on the shoulder.  "Shall I?" He asked, and without giving me
a chance to answer, he pulled a Stan on me, yanking down my jeans and AC's.
OF course, seeing Danny getting drilled by a teacher had me at pretty much
full staff.  The only thing to be found amusing was the look on Samson's
face.  If I hadn't seen the reaction of the guys earlier, I'm not sure how
I would have felt.  Mr. Samson was sitting on the edge of the bed, with a
look of shock on his face.  That didn't last long as it turned into a look
of longing lust.

Reaching out to me, he put one hand on my hip and pulled me a little
closer.  He looked up into my eyes and asked, "May I?"  I nodded in
response.

As he leaned in to take my pole into his mouth, Hank said, "Be quick.  The
lineup is about to start."  Mr. Samson practically inhaled me, deep
throating me almost immediately.  To a boy who had never had his cock
touched by another guy, to getting blown by a teacher, who was massaging my
cock with his throat muscles as he swallowed, I didn't have much staying
power.  All the stimulation of the day gushed out of me.  Some people say
they cum gallons, all I know is that it was like all my strength was oozing
out of my cock.  As I came, I started to slump down.

Hank caught me by the shoulders and pulled me away from our slightly
befuddled teacher, who said, "Fuck, that is good cum. But I only just
started."

Hank replied for me, "And that was his second blow job... ever.  Cut him
some slack.  When he gets a little more experience, I am sure he will
develop staying power.  In the meantime, the lineup is sure to start soon.
You better get if you're going to."

With a quick, "I can't be seen like this," Mr. Samson pulled on his sweats
and t-shirt and rushed out.

"What's that all about?" I asked.  "What do you mean `the lineup'?"

"Band camp is an opportunity for Danny to get a little... no, a lot of
fun."

Danny continued, "Yeah, a few guys come around here to cum around here." As
he pointed at his ass and his mouth.  "I'll go a few rounds and then we'll
do it again tomorrow and Sunday night. I really enjoy the ass-fucking that
Samson gives me on Sunday at the same time that my Dad is preaching back
home at the church.  You're welcome to watch or jump in and have some fun.
The deal is that what happens at Band Camp stays at Band Camp.  Hank or
Stan take pictures of every guy while they are fucking or sucking me.  That
way I have something to hold over them if they threaten to spill the beans.
Of course, they don't know about Samson and the coaches.  Those are special
deals that the others don't need to know about."

I just shook my head.  It really was a lot to take in.  I had gone from the
outer most reaches of the social stratosphere to circling close to the
brightest star.  I just hoped I wasn't going to get burned.

Stan came into the room and started undressing.  "If you're gonna stick
around for the fun, you need to get rid of the clothes," he said as he
pointed to my t-shirt and the pants puddled around my ankles. "Everyone on
the inside of the room is full-on starkers.  It leads to fewer problems,
and better pictures for Danny to remember the experience by."

So, as he and Hank stripped off, I did too.

"It will also have the added bonus of explaining to the riff-raff why you
are all of a sudden part of Danny's set," Hank added.  "This way they will
all be jealous of your log.  Some of them because they would love to have
that hanging above their balls, and some because they would like it bumping
their tonsils or prostate or both.  If you are interested, you should be
able to get a lot of action from just sitting there with your log on
display." He pointed at the other bed.  "If you think you're gonna leak,
grab a towel, please.  I don't want to sleep in your wet spot."  He grinned
and threw me a towel from a pile he had by the door.

"The masses await, my good man," he said to Danny.  "How many fucks to you
have to give tonight?"  He looked at me with a grin, "Because yes, he does
give a fuck," and started laughing at his horrible pun.

"All of them," said Danny.  "I am so fucking horny."

Stan grabbed a camera from the bedside table and Hank turned to the door.
And the party began.  In ones and twos, they came in and either fucked
Danny's mouth or ass.  Most of the guys who came in alone just wanted to
nut in Danny's butt and be gone. A couple of the fuckers really got into
the whole thing and leaned in to make out with Danny while they were
fucking him.  That was so fucking hot, I almost came just from watching.

Hank pulled my hand off my cock, and said, "If you can, don't cum now.
Danny saves the best for us later."

There was one threesome that came through the door, and Bobby, an
eighth-grade clarinetist, asked if he could suck Danny off while his
brothers got their nut.  The older boys had ginger pubes to go with their
ginger tops.  I figured Bobby would as well once he sprouted his first
whispies. It was fucking awesome to see three red-headed brothers have a go
at Danny.  It was also pretty cool to see Bobby suck both of his older
brothers clean after they left their loads in Danny.  He was pretty
disappointed that he didn't make Danny cum, and when they wouldn't let him
suck cum out of Danny's ass.  I wasn't sure why that was, but I certainly
made a mental note to get to know Bobby a lot better.  From the way he was
eyeing my cock, I figure he was thinking much the same thing.

After about nine rounds had been through the room, Hank looked out the door
and came back saying, "The lineup is finished for tonight.  Are you ready
for us?"

Danny looked up and grinned. "Oh yeah.  Let's get it on."

Pulling his knees to his chest, and looking my way he said, "Oldest to
youngest.  I want to save him for last."

Stan got on the bed, turned Danny onto his stomach and said, "I may not be
gay, but I am as horny as I have ever been. God, I need to bust a nut."
Sinking his five-incher into Danny's hole, he shuddered.  "Fuck, it may be
other guys' jizz, but this has got to be the slickest your ass has ever
been."

"Give it to me hard," grunted Danny, his own cock grinding on the towel
that separated him from the sheets below.  "Scratch my itch.  Make me cum."

It was at that point that I realized that even with Bobby's blow job,
nobody had brought Danny off.  Stan was pounding away as I puzzled that
through my head.  Why hadn't Danny cum?

Stan blew his wad and Hank quickly climbed on after him.  Without saying
anything, he just slammed his cock home till his pubes were scratching
Danny's well used ass.  "Fuck man, after all I've seen today, I really need
this." And at that, he grunted and unloaded.

Danny looked over to me.  "You want this?" he asked, pointing at himself.

I nodded slowly.

"How do you want me?"

"On your back.  I want to see your face when I cum," I said softly.

He turned over. "Okay, let's do this."  I paused at the side of the bed.

He looked at me.  "You okay?" he asked.  I shrugged.

He looked over at the other guys.  "We don't need a camera for this.  Go
get cleaned up."  As they went into the bathroom and shut the door he asked
"What's up?"

"Why?" I blurted.  "First you insult me, calling me a fag. Then you all but
rape me.  Then you push a teacher to suck me.  Then I sit and watch you get
fucked by 10 guys.  Why me?  What did I do to deserve this?  I'm not sure
if this is good or not.  Is it gonna change things when we get back to
school, or am I going back to being the faggy flautist from eighth-grade?"
I started to shake as my emotions got the better of me.  "I just don't
understand what's going on.  Is this a weird dream?  I just don't get it."

"Look," he said.  "I don't do emotions really well.  Really, I'm just a
faggot music jock who really likes to get fucked.  This is one time that I
can get away from my dad's influence, and I make the most of it.  I won't
say I am in love with you because I won't lie to you.  I want your cock, as
often as I can get it.  That is the honest truth.  I don't want you to love
me because that will hurt you.  I think we can have a lot of fun together,
and by hanging around me, your cool will go up.

"And, if what I saw after Bobby sucked me is right, then his cool is going
to go up too, `cuz if you hang with me, and he hangs with you, then he's
with me too."  I blushed a little.

He went on, "I really just want a good time.  And your cock will give that
to me.  You help me, and I help you.  Besides, my dad will love that I am
taking a freshman under my wing to help him get used to school.  That's the
sort of shit that he laps up. And if he's happy about us being friends,
then we have more chances for you to fuck me with that sausage between your
legs.  And I am counting on it growing more as you get older.

"So, enough of this mushy stuff.  Are you gonna fuck me or not?"

I wiped my eyes and stuck out my tongue.  "My cock is ready to serve, oh
great master."  If he was just in it for the fucks, then at least for this
weekend, I would be too.

As I got on the bed and knelt between his legs, I reached down and fondled
his cock.  "Someday I might have use for this," I said.  "It looks like it
might be fun. But right now, I believe I have your ass on my agenda.  If
you're ready..." and I slammed in my cock all the way to my pubes.

"This isn't going to take long," I gasped as his ass clamped down on my
cock.  "I've never done this before."

"Don't worry, we'll have plenty of time to practice once we get home. Right
now, I need you to fuck me like your life depends on it."

So, I did.  I pulled out, a little too far because I popped right out of
his ass.  Luckily for me, his ring was so stretched out by the pounding he
had taken, I was able to just slam back in.  He grunted and smiled up at
me.

So, I did it again, purposely this time. Pop out, slam in. Pop out, slam
in.  As I pulled out the fourth time, I knew I was about to drain my balls
like they had never been empty before.  I slammed my cock back into his
hole and held my pubes up against his ass.  Longevity was never on the
cards, as this was my first fuck and only the third time that a body other
than mine had been involved in my sperm-making process.

"Uhn, uhnn, arrgh..." I groaned as I got my nut.  Holding myself as deep in
Danny's ass as I could possibly be, I could feel my sperm shooting out to
join the other loads that he had collected over the course of the day.

As I fell against Danny's chest, he hugged me tight, and kissed the top of
my head.  "Fuck, that felt so good."

At that point, I saw that the other guys were back from the bathroom.  Hank
had a large glass in his hand. "Are you ready?" he asked.

Danny nodded, and sliding me off his chest, he scooted his ass off the edge
of the bed.  Stan grabbed his feet and held them up.  At the same time,
Hank put the glass under Danny's ass.  "Okay," he said. "Go for it."

As I watched, Danny started to grunt like he was taking a shit.  Only it
wasn't shit that came out of his ass.  In stead, it has globs and globs of
cum that spilled out into the glass.  He kept pushing until no more sperm
came out.

He then sat back up on the bed and grabbed his cock.  "Oh man," he groaned.
"I really need this," as he started to stroke.  He reached out for the
glass, and held his cock down into it and let go a huge load of cum.  I
realize that he had been edging all day, with at least seventeen loads in
his ass alone, let alone however many he had swallowed, I realized just how
much of a cock whore he really was.

Then, after swirling the contents of the glass around a couple of times, he
held the glass up to his lips and shot the cum in a single gulp.  My eyes
about bugged out of my head.  That was so fucking erotic and nasty at the
same time.  I really didn't know whether to puke or beat off.  I realized
at that point that these boys played at a level that I had never imagined.
And with an eight-and-a-half-inch cock that had been shooting sperm for a
year and a half, I had done my best to explore my sexuality online. These
guys just played games that I had never dreamed of... and they wanted me to
be part of it.

Danny got up off the bed and dragged me into the bathroom.  "If you and I
are sharing a bed, we both need to shower."

Sharing a bed with Danny was not something that I had considered.  I was
still working on the give me a blanket on the floor mode.  Somehow it
hadn't filtered through that they really had pulled me into their crew.

Normally, this is where the two guys share a sensual shower, exciting each
other to a second round of cumming in the shower.  In our case, it was
after midnight, and I was just about out on my feet.  I think Danny washed
me down, then sat me on the counter while he quickly washed.  He towelled
us both off and led me back out into the now darkened room.

He may not do emotions and "mushy stuff", but after climbing into bed and
pulling the covers up over us, he rolled me onto my side and spooned up
behind me.  Kissing me on the back of my neck, he whispered, "Get some
sleep."  He then wrapped his arm over me and pulled me back to his chest.
Just as I was starting to realize that his soft cock was nestled up against
my ass, I dozed off.


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Chapter 3

So, that was one of the most incredible weekends of my life.  Mr. Samson
came back each night to sample my wares, as he put it.  He would fuck
Danny, but he would suck me.

I still wasn't too sure about having a cock up my ass.  I mean, I was
pretty sure it would happen, `cuz "SURPRISE" I am gay.  But this was not
the way I envisioned giving up my anal virginity, or as Danny put it,
getting my cherry popped.

I was pretty certain that I was not like Danny.  I had no desire to have a
lineup of guys, 8 on Saturday, but 14 with 3 repeats for a total of 17
fucks in the room on Sunday night. I think it might be tradition that some
of the straight guys do him on Sunday just to make him happy, `cuz there
were a few guys that I hadn't seen the prior two nights.  Add in the three
or four times I wandered in to find a coach bending him over a chair, the
side of the bed, or the table in the corner, and the times that Stan, Hank
and I banged away on him, and I have no idea how he sat down for
rehearsals.  Hell, I'm not sure how he made time for rehearsal.  Though, to
be fair, when his percussion coach was fucking him over the back of a
chair, he was drumming a complex rhythm on the chair seat with his
drumsticks.

As we were packing up Monday morning, I had to ask, "So what happens now?
Do I get dropped back into obscurity, or what?"

Glaring at me, Hank jumped over the bed and I found myself up against the
wall once again.  It seems we'd come full circle.  "Don't you get it?" he
snarled.  "Danny loves having a cock up his ass, or down his throat.
You've seen it and done him too many times to have missed it.  But he isn't
a user.  If you do for him, he does for you.  This isn't a role that you
get dumped from.  The only way things go back to the way they were is if
you decide to go there.

"Fuck.  You became one of us, and that's how it is."

"But what about when we get back to school.  It's not like you can tell
people, that I'm cool because I have a huge cock that Danny is gagging for.
I just don't know how to fit into this, this, whatever the fuck it is."

Danny walked over and grabbed Hank's arm from where it was holding me
against the wall.  "Hank, let him go."

Hank slumped a bit, let me loose, shook a bit and went back to where he had
been packing his bag.  "He doesn't get it!"

Danny said, "I know.  But think about it from his point of view.  How would
he get it?  He's never seen us at school, other than as tough fuckups that
get in peoples' faces."  He turned my way, "We don't give up on our
friends, and yes, by every definition, you are now a friend.  I don't bend
over... I don't give it up for people who aren't my friends.

"I get that you are weirded out.  Hell, I get weirded out if I think about
all this," he swirled a finger around the room, "too much.  The one thing
that you don't get is that I don't give up on my friends.  So, we don't
have class together.  We can have lunch together.  So, you don't do sports.
Come with me to talk to Coach Saunders about helping as an equipment
manager, which by the way you'll love, `cuz you get to wander around in the
locker room while we change and shower after practice.  Free jock crotch to
look at for days.  Fuck take one shower with us, and you will be the new
cock god in the locker room. Anyway... my point is, we make time to get to
know each other as friends, and we help each other.  You fuck me, and I
fuck with anyone who fucks with you, if you catch my drift.

"I like you.  You didn't fall apart this weekend, and apart from your
donkey dong, you're a pretty good guy.

"So, what do you say?  Do we try to make a friendship out of this or not?"

"Okay, I guess we try," I said.

He grabbed me, hugged me and planted a little kiss on my nose.  Who knows,
maybe some day we'll even make out.

"So, get packing," he instructed as he pushed me around to my bag.

Once we were done packing, he looked at Hank and Stan and said, "Okay, the
Terrible Three are now the Fabulous Four." With that, he grabbed his bag,
and led me out the door.


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Things did change once we got back to school from the trip.  I found that
having Danny as a friend changed the way that people treated me.  Maybe
high school kids really can be manipulated that easily. Over a single
weekend my status at school changed from band geek to band geek with the
stamp of approval of a band jock. I still don't get it.

But it was different.  On the bus home from camp, Bobby sat in the seat
beside me, and we talked for the first time.  He also loves Harry Potter,
but he hates Ron Weasley because he "badly represents ginger tops."  He
also reads stories on Nifty, even though neither of us are 18.  He said
really likes stories in Young Friends but confessed that he also reads
Adult Youth stories. He leaned over and whispered, "they make me so horny
that I sometimes cum just reading them. No hands!"  I told him I would
really love to see that.  We found out that we like the same music and lots
of the same food.

By the time we got home he asked if he could sit next to me when we have
classes together.  I nodded and said, "That would be so cool."  I got off
the bus thinking about him and his brothers on Friday night, hoping that if
we became good friends, maybe his brothers might be part of the benefits
that I hoped would come with the friendship.  I mean, we had all seen each
others' cocks, and I knew that they at least were willing to let Bobby suck
them.

My parents were all excited to hear about my weekend, and I found it hard
not to blurt out that I wasn't a virgin anymore.  I mean, come on.  I had
to talk about rooming with the older boys who were now my friends.  That
was a bitch to explain without letting on how much Danny wanted my cock.

Tuesday at school was once again like going into the Twilight Zone.  Band
members greeted me in the hall.  Some of my classmates were a little
weirded out by my apparent change in status.  Hell, I gotta admit that I
was a little weirded out too.  Bobby sat next to me in Math class, which
was really cool since it turns out he is really good and was able to help
me understand stuff better.  Then I sat with him in English, and it seems
that he might like Harry Potter, but he only watched the movies.  He hadn't
read the books, which is a sin, because he has a bit of trouble reading.
Hopefully I can help him understanding stuff.

At lunch, we both got to the cafeteria, and Danny called us over, pointing
to a couple of empty spaces that he had saved for us.  He even included us
in the conversation, specifically asking if I wanted to see Coach Saunders
with him next Monday.  I had forgotten that he wanted me to be a manager or
something for the team that would let me see senior and junior cock.  That
was an opportunity that this little gay boy was definitely not going to
turn down.

Things progressed like this all day on Tuesday, and then more so on
Wednesday.  It was like I was living someone else's life.  And I almost
felt like I was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

And then, there was band practice on Thursday after school.  And the late
bus.  Riding my regular bus had been okay. Nobody made any attempt to open
up to me, but I wasn't teased at all either.  But the late bus, that was
another story.  I woke up Thursday with a boulder in my stomach.  I didn't
feel good.  No, that's not exactly true.  I didn't want to go to school,
and I dreaded having to get the late bus.

I guess I looked a little down at lunch because Bobby asked what was up,
and as I was explaining, Danny tapped me on the shoulder, and said, "Relax.
I've got your back."  I really didn't understand.  He doesn't ride the bus.
He lives in town and walks, so I couldn't figure out how he had my back.
So, I smiled, but really didn't feel that reassured.

Like usual after band practice, I went out with the other kids who rode the
bus to wait for the late bus to arrive.  If you don't ride a bus to school,
you might not know that the bus driver has a regular after school route,
and then comes back to the school to do the late bus run.  In a way I was
lucky since the late bus went right past my door.  Some kids have to walk
up to a mile and a half to get home after the bus drops them off.

As I waited, my stomach started churning. I really didn't want to do
this. But it was too late.  I had no other way to get home.

Just as the bus pulled up, one of the trumpet players, in his senior year
came up and stood next to me.  "Hey," he said.

I replied with a much less enthusiastic, "Hey."

He leaned over and said quietly to me, "You looked a lot happier when I
last saw you on Saturday night.  Danny asked me to look out for you on the
bus tonight."

I looked up at him and smiled.  "Really?"

"Yeah.  He said to tell you that he has your back, but if you want to sit
with us, you might like how I have your front."

"I don't understand."

"Don't worry.  You'll like this."

So, we got on the bus, and I was escorted to the back seat.  It was weird,
and a little... okay it was a lot... intimidating.

In the back seat there was Jake, from the Danny party on Saturday, and me.
On the other side were a couple of football seniors.

"Danny says you might start helping with the equipment," said one of them.
"You think you measure up?"

Jake laughed, "He definitely measures up."

The bus pulled out of the parking lot, and a few minutes later, we were out
of town driving across country roads.  The driver had turned the lights
off, so I figured that we would just sit there in the dark.  I still didn't
get why the back seat was so highly prized, when Jake said quietly, "Fuck,
I am so hard.  I gotta bust a nut."

The guy who asked if I would measure up and hissed, "Not now.  The id-kay
is ere-hay."

I laughed a bit, and said, "Pig Latin is really not going to confuse me."

Jake said, "You up for this?  Remember, he has your back."

With encouragement like that, I said, a little shakily, "Sure."

At that, Jake started to undo his belt.  He nudged me with his elbow.
"It's cool," he said. "You too."  So I started to loosen my belt, not quite
sure where this was going.

Both guys on the seat next to us had their phone lights pointed our way to
see what was going on.

I looked up at Jake.  "Are we really doing this?"

"Oh yeah," he said.  "This is what the back seat is for."

With that, he pushed his jeans and briefs to his knees.  "Are you two
pussies joining in?" he asked the bulge-eyed seniors across the aisle.  At
this point the kids in the seat in front of us had turned around.  "You
giving a show tonight?" One of them asked.

Jake looked across the aisle and said, "Ask them.  We're ready on this
side.  With that, he pushed his pants to the floor and slid off his shoes.

"Oh fuck," said somebody, "He's going all in."

Jake leaned over to say, "By going `all in' I am issuing a challenge to
everyone in the back to take their pants off completely and get off before
they have to get off at their stop.  Yes, the pun is horrible, but it's
legacy.  Nobody knows who started it, but someone has to use it once when
we go all it."

"You know the rules, boys," he said across the aisle. We are going all in.
Are you gonna get off before you get off?"

"Jee-zuss Key-rist! You aren't playing fair. And we don't even know this
kid."

Jake just said, "Danny's got his back."

"Okay, okay.  We're in."  They started fumbling around with their clothes.

Jake leaned over to me and whispered, "As they take off their shoes, take
off your shirt and then your pants.  Then watch their reaction."

So, there I was.  Twelve fucking years old, with three seniors, probably
seventeen years old, getting ready to get naked on the school bus.  With an
audience of back of the bus "cool" kids who all seemed a little awed by the
fact the "Danny has my back" getting ready to watch us in what seemed to me
to be some sort of far-fetched Nifty fantasy story.

The guys across the way were both sitting with their pants around their
knees and were reaching down to their shoes.  So, I took off my shirt,
folded it neatly and put it on my bag, under the seat.  As I did so, they
both looked on in shock.  I could feel Jake pulling off his shirt beside
me, but my attention was on the guys across the aisle.  In their shock,
they were making that goldfish puckered what-the-fuck look, and it was
really funny.  Rather than laughing, I bit the inside of my cheek and bent
down and took off my shoes.  I then slid my jeans down and off my legs.  I
sat up and folded them, then leaned down once again and put them under my
seat.

At this point, I was the only one still in undies.  I looked around and saw
that they were all sitting butt ass naked at the back of the school bus.
This would fuel my fantasies for months.

With the eyes of all the guys in the back three rows now watching, and with
more than one light shining on my package, I lifted my butt and pulled my
Andres Christian's to my knees.  As I let them fall to the floor I heard a
collective gasp, and then more than one reverant "Oh My Gawd".  I almost
giggled thinking about Danny's dad and what he would have to say about
penis worship.

I looked over at the other boys and said, "So what next?"  Inside I was
positively reeling at the thought that a week ago, I would have been at the
front of the bus waiting for the bullies at the back of the bus to get off
the bus so that I could ride in relative peace.  But here I was, a week
later sitting butt ass naked getting ready to bust a nut for the
entertainment of those same boys.  Life just doesn't get more surreal.

Jake said, "Get it hard and try not to shoot until they do."

More than one voice was heard to say something to the effect of, "Fucking
hell.  That monster isn't hard?"

Feeling rather giddy in this ridiculous situation, I said, "No, it isn't
feel for yourself." And took my hand away from my chubbed, but not hard,
cock.

They say that only 10 % of the population is gay.  I've also heard that
some people think that there is a sliding scale, and that we all fall
somewhere between homosexual and homophobic. (Sorry, that should be
monosexual? I hate the term straight).  That night I felt about six or
eight hands grab my cock which did start to rise to its full glory.

"That thing is a monster."

"Looks good, though."

"You couldn't pay me enough to ride that!"

"Who do I have to kill to get a piece of that?"

Jake piped up, "Danny has his back."  The murmuring stopped.  "Okay," he
continued, "Jerk as long as you can without cumming."

With that, the four of us started stroking our poles.  The weird thing was,
that after the previous weekend, this didn't feel all that strange.  Weird
yes, but after watching a fuck-Danny-athon three nights running, somehow
sitting at the back of the bus bare-assed naked with three seniors jerking
off together was just sorta par for the course.  So much so that while I
was hard, I knew that I wasn't going to come anytime soon.

The two boys on the other seat weren't so lucky.  One of them, who had been
watching my cock with an intense gaze that boded well for me if I started
working with the team, suddenly grunted and spat a huge glob of cum onto
the back of the seat in front of him.  I guess having his buddy nut sent
the other guy over the edge, since he too creamed the seat back in front of
him.

With that, Jake said quietly, "Let me nut, then show them what you can do,"
and proceeded to pound his meat furiously until he also painted the back of
the seat in front of him.  So that was it.

This was now my show, and I was now feeling very horny.  I decided to up
the ante a bit and reached across the aisle into the lap of the guy closest
to me.  I grabbed his cock and squeezed the last drops of cum from it.
Then I held out my hand to the guy further over.

He may have been a jock, but he wasn't stupid.  He squeezed out the last of
his cum and then wiped up both smears from the back of the seat which he
then rubbed off onto my hand.

Beside me, I could feel Jake's wet hand grab my cock and smear what I
figured to be his load on it.  Then he pulled back.  With the eyes of the
cool kids at the back of the bus on me, I started to stroke.  I was
ecstatic.  I had the cum from three hunky jocks lubing my cock, and 8 or
ten people crowded around whispering, "Stroke. Stroke, Stroke."

Pulling back my foreskin, I rubbed the head cheese around on my cockhead.
I hope that the guy who groaned then said, "Oh shit, I just creamed my
pants," will get together to hook up for some fun.  Imagine what he might
do to eat my head cheese from the source.

I started rubbing harder, using long slow strokes.  I gotta say, I really
had no idea what I was doing.  I think I was channelling every gay teen
porn movie clip that I had ever seen online.  With one hand I was stroking
my cock.  The other was rubbing my nipples.  Somehow, I was also rubbing my
tummy, and stroking the back of my neck.  Realizing that I was somehow
touching myself with more hands than I posses, I opened my eyes to see the
football jock next to me lean in to take one nipple in his mouth.  Jake
leaned in a started to kiss me, while someone else started to play with my
balls.  As I slouched down on the bench another hand started to rub gently
over my asshole.

I briefly remember the kissing stop for a second as Jake said, "Remember
guys, Danny has his back."  At that, he leaned in and pushed his tongue up
against my teeth.  I parted them slowly, and our tongues began to dance
around each other.  While this was happening upstairs, a hand gently
removed mine from my cock, and I felt the wonderful warm moistness of a
cock-sucking mouth.

I know I had very little experience with any form of sexual encounter, but
this mouth was somehow different, and very good at what it was doing.  I
wasn't ever going to last long with that sort of stimulation, and I was
soon blowing my wad into the mouth of my, as yet unidentified, cocksucker.

As I came down from my sexual high, I realized the bus wasn't moving.
Looking around, I was surprised to see the driver getting up off his knees
and slipping a set of dentures into his mouth.  "You boys should know
better than to get so caught up that you miss yer stops," he said as he
clomped back up to the front of the now almost empty bus.

Four of the watchers grabbed their bags and headed up to the front to get
off.  The rest of them shone their lights so that we could get dressed.

I looked at Jake.  "Did the driver just suck me off?"

He smiled.  "Yeah, Pops always knows when we are having fun.  He likes a
little fun himself, so if our group is all that is left on the bus, he'll
pull over and stop if we've lost track of where we are.  Normally he asks
before he sucks a guy off.  Think of it as payment for his service.  He's a
good guy and covers for us when needed.  And the best part is that now you
are part of the group, we don't have to wait for you to get off before we
can get off.  Which was a real bitch because our stops are before yours.  I
haven't had bus sex on band night since the beginning of the year.  Some of
the guys just ride the bus for the sex."

He looked up and realized that his stop was coming up.  "Hey, since Pops
drank your load, if you can bust another out, leave it on the back of the
seat.  It's like a dog marking his territory.  Besides it feels real nasty
to leave your wet splooge on the bus."  With that he gathered his things
and got off the bus.

I realized that once again I was the last rider on the bus.  Pops looked up
and said, if you want to leave another load back there, go ahead.  I have a
couple of dogs that love cleaning up after you boys.

Okay, so I was instantly hard again.  Is it my fault that I like porn vids
of boys and their dogs?  Too bad my mom, as she puts it, is allergic to
hairy critters.

But with the thought of Pops letting his dogs lick up my cum, I whipped my
cock out of my pants, and then thinking about it, I called out, "Hey Pops.
Do you want me to leave it back here, or would you rather I do it up there
so you can watch in the mirror?"


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And that, as they say is that. Thius is defeintiely a one-shot tale, and I
hope it brought you some pleasure.

It started out as a chat with a friend online who mentioned finding cum on
the floor in a public rest room in a mall.  It got me thinking to the only
time I found cum in a bathroom dripping down the back of the stall door.
That got me thinking about the mysterious spit marks on the seats at the
back of the bus.  From there, this story evolved.  Let me know what you
think of it, and if you haven't already, feel free to check out my other
stories.

Thanks for reading.

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Other stories by BoiLuvver:
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/my-little-at-summer-camp
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/phillips-nephew
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/watching-petey/