Date: Fri, 27 Apr 2001 00:14:52 EDT
From: VAMPBOY25@aol.com
Subject: this one time at band camp... (part 1)

This is a story based on my first real sexual experience with a guy. This
is a true account as told through my eyes and what I know happened. If you
are not the appropriate age to be reading this material or if homosexuality
offends you...then don't READ IT! Otherwise, my book is always open to
those who wish to read it.

		Hey there! My name is art. I believe it all started my
sophomore year, or the summer before. I was in band, no I wasn't one of
those band nerds that, well u know the stereotype. For some reason our band
was different, we had a band full of drug addicts. At least three quarters
of our band smoked pot or whatever, which was good for me considering I was
your friendly neighborhood drug dealer. So my name was well known in the
band by every one. Well me tell you a little about me. I live with my
grandparents, they knew that I had been doing drugs for a while they didn't
care. We had recently moved so I still getting acquainted to the area. I'm
around 5'11 almost six, I had black hair on the sides and on the back and
the top of my hair was like almost a fire and maroon red, it was cool
everyone liked it. I had tanned skin and it was kind of dark considering
that I was a full-blooded Spaniard. I was a bigger guy then usual I weighed
ruffley 230 pounds, which was almost solid muscle. I had hazel brown eyes
and the color of my hair offset the color of my eyes.  So anyway I knew
that I had had an attraction to guys since eighth grade, and it wasn't
obvious I never came out but I always managed to get cute boyfriends =) so
like was saying before I got into the formalities. It was a normal summer
rehearsal; we had three, three-hour blocks of band.

It was a bunch of marching, and a lot of playing, and a lot of marching and
playing. So after 9:30 since practice was over at nine, Bobby, Julie,
Rachel, Nick, Chris, and I would smoke some pot to herald the end of the
night. Bobby and Julie had been going out off and on, they were to cute for
each other, it was quite funny, they were both already seniors. Nick was a
friend from eighth grade, he was cute, short messy blond hair blue eyes, a
nice soft ass, I knew because I would grab his ass when we would march
across the field=) he was defined, you could tell he worked out, and Rachel
was his girlfriend. She wasn't all that great looking. And then there was
Chris, he was sexy for a Mexican, he had black hair, kind of long but
always messy, brown eyes, a few dimples on his face and on the rest of his
body. He was about 6'2, he's tall a senior, had a great ass which he
usually show off defined 6 pack and nice dark nipples since on the hot
summer days he took off his shirt, I was really attracted to this guy. So
this night we were all smoking pot, it was a usually ritual habit after
band, it cleared our minds. After our usual 2-hour session, a lot of
smoking, and about the same measure of discussion, bobby and Julie, and
nick and Rachel left. Chris and I knew where they were going, off to fuck,
they were always verry "active" Chris and I weren't seeing anyone at the
moment, but we had our on and off girlfriends, me and Chris played around
every once in a while but it was only play and we were just kidding and
everyone knew it or else my fist would make them know it.  So Chris and I
were talking after the love couples left, and it was idle chat. We both
kinda drifted off for a while enjoying the pot working on our system.

 "So what do you think of nick and Rachel?" Chris said breaking the
silence. "Yeah they are cute but nick can do better, Rachel is to skinny
for him it kind of doesn't look right" I relied "nick is to cute for her" I
interjected. "Yeah he is pretty cu...." Chris trailed off. So we went back
into a bubble of silence staring at the stars enjoying the overall calmness
of the moment. "So Chris what do you think of nick? You were telling me but
then kind of trailed off" " I said I thought he was cute, but I didn't want
to sound gay so I didn't Finnish." "Oh alright" I replied " do you want to
play truth or dare?'' I asked. We were both stoned so it didn't matter; we
were going to play anyway. "Truth or dare?" he asked. "Um... dare!" I
replied with the quickness. "Ok, I dare you to strattle the bench" we were
sitting in the football filed bleachers since that's where the band usually
practiced. So I put leg on each side of the bench and started to strattle
the bench, "make noises!" he interjected. So I started to make moaning
sounds like I was enjoying it, yet unbeknownst to him I was because I was
able to show him my "motion in the ocean" and it was making me hard. "Ok
that's enough" he said and smiled, oh man he had one cute smile. "Truth or
dare?" I asked, "Hm... let me think, dare I guess" "ok I want you to run
around the track one time..." "That's it?" "Naked" I concluded.

The track was only 1/4 mile long so it wasn't that bad. So I saw him strip
down to his boxers and instantly became hard. "No peeking" he said "I wont
don't worry" he got down to the track and took of his boxers! His ass has
so nice so round and perfect I just wanted to grab it and kiss it and hold
it. He started to run around the track I stood there in awe as I saw his
big balls and uncut 5 inch hard dick flopped around running on the track, I
felt like I was going to nut in my pants it was so beautiful. He came back
around and put his clothes back on. You see Chris is a weird guy he would
do something like that, more so if stoned. So we got back up to the top of
the bleachers and the first thing out of his mouth was "truth or dare?"
"Um... truth" "have you ever thought about guys?" There was a long period
of silence. Then he started to make me answer the question. "Yeah a couple
of times" I said hesitantly. "Have you?" I asked. "Me too." Oh thank god I
thought to myself at least he sort of knew where I was coming from and that
means I had a chance to get him after all.  So I pretended to yawn so I
could pat my arm around him. He laughed, "you are one of the cheesiest, you
just joined the one billion percent of men that use that to put their arms
around women." He continued laughing, as did I but my arm was around him so
I didn't care. He put his hand on my thigh and stared into the moon, I was
about to enter the point of contact. It startled me as I let out a breath
of air and looked at him and he looked at me. We stared into each others
eyes since we were sitting so close it was easy to move in together. We
looked into each other's eyes and moved our heads towards each other,
rubbing noses. Our fore heads met along with our noses. We could feel each
other's breath as we moved in for the kiss. Our lips met as we kissed, then
he started to move further and open his mouth sticking his tongue on my
lips making me open my mouth and play with his tongue.  We explored each
other's mouth and let our hands roam. My hands easily found his chest and
his dick, which was growing harder when I toyed with his balls through his
loose Nike shorts. He found the chest and pulled my face closer to him as
he held the back of my neck. After what seemed like hours of pure bliss we
broke apart our interlocked lips. "What does this mean?" Chris asked. "I
don't know" I replied. We walked down the bleachers holding hands.


If you liked this section of my tale, email me at Vampboy25@aol.com and
give comments and I will be sure to write more.