Date: Sat, 26 Jan 2008 16:02:21 -0800 (PST)
From: larry_c_ @ excite.com
Subject: My Own Story, chap 3

Please write me and let me know your opinions...but be constructive!

A story of how a kid got caught up in sexual involvement with his friends;
if this offends, do not read; if this is illegal in your area, stop now!
Eventually, this will lead to combinations beyond youth to youth, meaning
adult-youth as well. So, if you do continue, you do at your own risk, and
hopefully pleasure as well. As to whether this is all truth, or all
fiction, I plead the Fifth Amendment Anyway...if it didn't happen to me,
I'm sure it has to some of you...so enjoy!

We left off...

He was the Scout Master's son. He was a Junior already, and he was
gorgeous! Occasionally I would notice him adjusting his lap, and found out
that I had a similar need. He noticed our common problem, and asked me if I
wanted to go get a coke after school...just to get better
acquainted...after all, upper classmen had to help lower classmen get to
know the school and all! I agreed. From there...

My Own Story
		Chapter Three

We met that afternoon at the local ice cream parlor in Durk's Drug
store. It was a popular spot for all H.S. kids. No one ever thought weird
things when people met there. By the way, the guy's name was Rodger, Jr, so
we called him RJ. When I arrived, he was in a booth waiting for me, and he
had brought a friend of his who played clarinet in the school band. His
name was Danny, and he was a tall drink of water. A bit skinny, but he
didn't look like a geek, for sure, and he certainly didn't act like one.

We enjoyed root beer floats together, and then RJ mentioned the fact that
he had recognized me from Scout Camp and had decided back then that he
might be interested in becoming friends some day. So when I ended up next
to him in Band, he figured this might be a great time to get to know one
another.

      "Like I said, Cliff...Us Juniors need to show you Freshmen the ropes
if we're gonna build school spirit and pride in our Band...right? So...I
picked you and Danny here as the two guys I wanted to mentor. Alright with
you guys?"

      "I dunno about Danny, but I'm fine with the idea, RJ. I noticed how
good you were at the Jamboree last Spring, and I kind'a hoped maybe you
could show me things to make me a better scout then. But I thought since
you were older than me, you might not be interested. I guess I chickened
out about askin' ya!"

      "Sure, it's OK with me too, RJ. I'm new in this District, and I need
a few pointers. But how come you chose me as your second person to help?"
      "Well, to be honest Danny, I just liked how you carried yourself, and
I guess you stood out as someone I wanted to be around. I'm a bit choosy
about who is seen with me on campus. I do have a rep to keep up. You and
Cliffy here both seem to fit the picture OK. You mind?"

      "Nope! Fine with me!"

So went our first discussion over sodas. We talked about the Band, and
trips we'd be taking...especially the over-nighters that happened at least
twice each semester.  We decided that we'd try to switch around as roomies
on those trips so none of us had to get stuck with someone creepy. I
mentioned Rocky too, (another Junior who could mentor) as a possible fourth
man, so there'd be two duos. RJ thought that'd be cool, and we all shook on
it.

Then it was time to split. Danny went his way, but RJ asked me if I wanted
to go to his place and practice our bone parts together, so we'd pass the
quiz tomorrow in rehearsal without being embarrassed in front of the whole
band. I jumped at that chance! We headed out together.

We got to his house, and his Dad was home.  I greeted him, because we
already knew each other very well from Scouts, and then RJ and I went to
his room. I had my trombone with me because I never left it at school. It
was a very expensive top quality Conn, and Mother would kill me if anything
happened to it. RJ pulled out his horn, and we went over and over the quiz
music until we both had it down cold.

When we quit practicing, RJ reached over and put his hand in my crotch...

      "So...you're a fellow bone player, are you? I play with mine at least
twice a day. How often do you make music with yours...and don't tell me you
don't. I remember hearing a few of your practice sessions at camp, Pal."

      (Giggle*...) "Uh...don't we all practice a lot? It's a normal guy
thing! (As I reached over to touch his, which was just as stiff as mine.) I
think we both need to continue this practice session, RJ."

      "I hoped you'd see it my way! I guess I figured you correctly, huh!"

      "I didn't really think it showed that much, but yeah...you got me
pegged. To be honest, I felt the same way about you the second day I sat
next to you in band. There was just something that sort'a shot between
us...like electricity, maybe...when your leg pressed against mine as we
played the part. But then I saw you with a girlfriend, and ... well, ... I
kind'a lost hope."

      "Shit, Buddy...the girlfriend is a smoke screen. It's part of my
image on campus. As long as people think I'm a lady's man...no one ever
questions the possibility of me being gay! If you ever quote me, I'll deny
it, and crucify you...got that?"

      "I never heard a thing! Honest! Besides, I'd never `out' you because
I'd never want to be betrayed, myself. Hell...maybe I better get a girl
friend too pretty soon!"

      "Yeah, Man...exactly what I'm trying to tell you! It works! There's a
flute player in your freshman class. She's pretty cute, and I happen to
know she's unattached. I was thinking I'd introduce her to Danny, since
he's a wind player too, but you know what...I think you're a better match
for her. Besides, every time she goes out with a boy, her mom asks her take
all six of her little brothers and sisters. Hell, you'd never have to worry
about getting too close. It's pure safety factor!"

      "UH...about Danny? ... Why would he need a girl like that? Uh...wait
a sec...you telling me something about him, too? Like...that's why he stuck
out to you like I did? Shit, that's perfect for all of us on trips, ain't
it."

      "Now you got it figured out. You're a smart little horn dog. I knew
it...I just knew it. And, about Rocky...I knew about him because his older
brother and I have been on band trips before. Don't think you leaked any
secrets. You haven't betrayed him at all. And about your question about
`does it show?'... No. not at all...but the girlfriend thing is still a
good idea for you, too. Trust me! Been there a while, Pal."

It was getting close to dinner time at home, so I decided not to try
anything further with RJ at the moment, and get ready to leave. But RJ's
Dad knocked on the bedroom door, and asked if I wanted to stay for dinner
and maybe keep RJ company watching a video before I went home. He said he
liked seeing RJ have friends, and since he knew me already, he figured I
was a good person to have around. Well, I called Mom, who wasn't home
anyway. So I left a message on the answering machine, and accepted the
invite. RJ's Dad said dinner would be in 40 minutes, so RJ and I decided to
stay in his room until then...and, well, yes...we did get better acquainted
after all. MMMMMMmmmm.

The next day at school, RJ was out ill. So I felt a little bit like I was
abandoned. Oh, I know I wasn't, but heck...it still felt lonely. But in my
next class, which was Math, I was pleased to see that Danny had been
transferred into the same period. So I made sure the desk next to me was
empty, and motioned for him to come back where I was. Since we had met
yesterday, he wasted no time in making his way in my direction. I guess the
teacher saw that we were already acquainted, so she asked me to help Danny
get caught up to where we were in the book. I nodded agreement, and that
allowed Dan and me to chat.

We were still working together when the bell rang for lunch. Everyone else
tore out like the place was on fire, but we just didn't notice the
exodus...until the teacher mentioned that she needed to lock up for lunch
period. So, Danny mentioned that his house was two blocks up the hill, and
asked me if I wanted to go with him to eat something. You bet I went with
him.

His Dad was out of town for a week on business, so we had the run of the
place. To be honest, neither of us needed food, but we did want something
hot to munch on! Damn...his was a full nine inches long! Not any thicker
than mine, but very much a thing of beauty to behold...and
hold...and...well, you get the idea. It didn't take us very long to try the
69 thing I had learned from Saul. But what really made me a happy camper
was that Dan wanted me to sit on it, and see if he could get it all inside
me. OHHHHHHHHHH YEAHHHHHH...he sure did! That's when I lay back onto him,
and he massaged my abs and nips with one hand, and my leaking prick with
the other while that 9-incher kept stirring my innards. It was like we fit
together perfectly...his sweaty chest against my hot back...our legs making
almost full-length contact as his hot wet stiffness filled my insides
almost to my throat from where it entered below. Then when he blasted, I
soared to new heights of bliss. I realized that I really liked Rocky and RJ
for what we did do together, but Danny was meant to be my real
partner...same age, great fit, and most of all...we were available to each
other any time either of us needed the other. Now I had a special adult
lover in Saul, and a close friend my own age both. I knew I had found my
real place for sure.

The next summer, Saul and I took many cool trips for merit badge reasons
(wink*), and I began to grow some. I finally reached 5'6" tall, and filled
in to a nice 145 pounds. My swimming and other activities sculpted me a bit
more, and my penis reached a very respectful 6.5 inches, and now was
thicker than ever. I was still pretty smooth, which I liked a lot, even
though I loved feeling my other guys' hairiness. I did have under arm hair
and a good crop of pubes too, so I didn't look like the class runt any
longer. Also, the fellas that had treated me like a gopher before were now
leaving me alone, and even beginning to respect me at school.

All this resulted in more activity with my `partners', but better than
that, it made Mr. Welk decide that I should be considered as student
director of the band, which gave me the responsibility of becoming the Drum
Major of the Marching Band as well. This added to my `macho' image on
campus, and gave me a Student Council position as well. My grades got
better, and it seemed like the entire campus was pleased that I
existed. Wow! Dad said I'd never amount to anything...but now I could tell
him differently...everyone else in the community did!

My position as Drum Major created the opportunity to attend a summer Music
Camp in Colorado for more training. It was there that I met even another
great buddy...Brad C.  His parents had a Victorian Mansion in a small older
community of the Colorado Mountains, and since we became close friends
during the camp session, he invited me to his place for another week before
I flew back home. Since Mom was off somewhere to `be alone' because of
dad's drinking, Dad told me to do `whatever the fuck I damn well
wanted'...so I stayed with Brad, as asked.

Brad was a tall, red-headed, freckled, handsome and caring individual...and
did he make a striking picture in his white uniform against the green grass
of the college football field we had used for practice at Camp...to say
nothing about how he looked as we climbed into his parents' hot tub at dusk
together. Now, at Camp, we hadn't had a chance to explore any sexual
orientations, but since we shared a king bed at his place, it didn't take
too long the first night for a hand to wander and check out things of
mutual interest. As the week progressed, so did the checking out of likes
and dislikes. To be honest, the next two summers brought more training, and
longer visits to that special Victorian Heaven. Brad and I kept in touch
through college years as well, both going into Music Education. He even
made a trip to California just to see my campus, and attend a Marching Band
show that I wrote and directed. We sure celebrated afterwards. But then, he
got caught up in the San Fran Gay Community, and contracted the HIV virus,
and shut off all our contact in order to protect me.

Any way...back to my Senior Year of HS...

Dan and I were still very close and active in our relationship, so much
that others were beginning to wonder if we had secrets. So we decided to
put more emphasis on the girlfriend thing. We often double-dated with girls
from the Band, and this seemed a good thing...until he became interested in
my flute player. Damn! Now what? We began to tear apart over the
issue. There were moments we shared intimacies, but nothing like we used to
do. I was devastated! I became more of a loner. I hid in my studies...which
gave me a solid basis for a college music scholarship, but it ruined my
social life.

The saving grace was the fact that I was now brought into Mr. Muller's
Dance Band which played all over the State about three nights a week. I was
not yet 18, so I wasn't required to join the Musician's Union yet...but
this is why Mr. M had spent so much effort getting me trained in music all
along. He wanted me for his band. I not only played brass now, but also did
a good job on keyboard and with vocals. I could fill in for quite a few of
his `professionals' if they got sick or had conflicts with the full
schedule. I loved it...and I had to room with Rocky, and/or one of his
older brothers while we were on-the-road.

I still didn't drink like the rest of them, so I could also help some of
the guys find their rooms after the gig. I discovered at least three more
hot dudes to play with after hours. One in particular had dated my sister,
Lia when they both were in HS a few years back. They didn't last long, but
he sure grabbed onto me when I joined the Dance Band. His name was
Jamie. He was a small built guy like me, and had been not too popular while
he was in school...but could he play a mean sax and clarinet! His playing
ability fit my bone perfectly, too. There were a few nights I was quite
delayed from arriving at my own motel room to crawl in with one of the
Muller guys...but that never kept me from having a good time before falling
asleep.

But all this disappeared instantly when I was accepted at the State
University where I was given my Music Scholarship. I proved to my parents
that I could achieve, but I went to College without their blessing because
I wasn't training to become what they wanted me to be. I was still a
failure as far as they were concerned.

No...the Music Department was not filled with limp-wrist musicians. Neither
was the Drama Department in which I chose a Minor to add to my
curriculum. But there was one good thing...Saul had decided to return to
school. He had called my folks and asked where I attended, and made a
bee-line to the same University to study Nursing as a Major. He trudged all
over the town until he discovered which boarding house I lived in, and
rented a room of his own without telling the manager that he already knew
me. God, I was glad to see him!

We pretended to just meet, and took our time to let others know we
developed a friendship as we did some General Ed class studying together in
the house living room. But needless to say...some week-end hours were spent
in close proximity while others went home or to the big city for their
kicks.

About six months into the semester, my original room mate flunked out, so
Saul moved into my room with me. Then, as long as we kept quit, things got
as hot as ever after lights out...maybe even hotter. My ass still loved the
feel of how his pyramid cock spread me to the max. When he flooded my gut,
I couldn't let him pull out. We slept `united' many a night...and then a
second and even third round of `cum as you are' seemed to just happen! And
yes, he still allowed me to return the favor, and now...I was even bigger
than he remembered, and gave him even more of a thrill. But after a few
weeks of pleasure beyond our dreams, word began to float through the
boarding house about our friendship as seen by other residents there. They
had no proof, but the manager sure tried to discover what the truth might
be. So, things were curtailed in-house, and we had to find secret places
away from campus. We even joined a local conservative church to cover our
butts. We joined the choir and the church orchestra, and even dated a
couple church girls. That threw the manager off the track.

Summer came, and since Saul had previously registered as being in the
Reserves for the Marines, his outfit got called up to go overseas, and he
was pulled out of school into active duty. I crashed emotionally! I headed
for SF, and spent an entire week-end touring XXX Male spots on the strip. I
found glory holes and teen-age kids who sold their services. I watched male
dancers proving their manhood. I thought I could get my thrills from this
kind of source...but I was wrong. It was cheap...  empty...it seemed almost
dirty! I guess I was plain lucky that I didn't catch a disease while I
searched for whatever I thought I wanted.

I'll be honest...I went back to church, and became very close to the girl I
had been dating. In fact, I spent the entire next year wooing her, and we
married in another six months. I thought this would prove to me that I
could be happy with a wife and kids. She was a beautiful young lady, and
she really did try to satisfy me in all aspects of married life. I even got
better grades because of being with her. But...

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End of Chapter Three