Date: Tue, 2 Feb 2021 22:08:21 -0600
From: Jacob Windigo <jakewindigo@gmail.com>
Subject: A Marching Band Story Chapter 5

The following is a work of fiction loosely based on real life. Any
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Last time on A Marching Band Story:


After literally rolling in the hay for several minutes as Connor and I made
out while simultaneously making a mess of the sheets, I finally pulled
away. "Okay, we need to get ready for today. We should count ourselves
lucky that the directors built a morning to sleep in into our schedule so
that we could have this fun little morning of sex and cuddling"


"Oh shit, I completely forgot about the trip and the rest of the band!"
Conor quickly scrambled out of bed to check his phone for the time.


Chuckling, I grabbed Connor's arm, pulling him back onto the bed. "It's
okay, I've been keeping an eye on the time. It's 10:00 AM right now, and we
have to be ready and down near the buses by no later than 10:30 AM. We have
just enough time to take a quick shower, get dressed, grab a very quick
bite to eat, and then make our way onto the buses", the assurance clear in
my voice.


"Wow, you really are a great section leader, planning everything out, huh?
And don't think I didn't notice you said WE have enough time to take a
shower", Connor trailed off as he got up from the bed and made his way into
the hotel room bathroom. "Are you coming?"


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A Marching Band Story Chapter 6


As I slowly detangled myself from the mess Connor and I had made of the
sheets, I can only imagine the look of excited contentment mixed with
bewildered amazement that crossed my face. Watching my young lover stride
ever so confidently toward the hotel bathroom completely naked preparing to
shower with me was like one of my wildest fantasies come true. And after
the rather rousing morning we had filled with kisses, sweat, and cum, a
nice hot shower with the boy of my dreams sounded like heaven on earth.


After sorting out the knotted bedsheets, I quickly trotted over to the
bathroom where Connor had already started the shower. The shower was rather
nice, this being a five-star mountain hotel and all, and it was most
certainly big enough for the two of us. Connor had already entered the
shower and had begun to lather himself up with the extravagant soap
provided by the hotel.


"Well, what are you waiting for, an invitation?", Connor asked, flashing me
his mischievous grin which by this point I had committed to memory.


I smiled back at him facetiously. "Well, excuse me, sir, I was just taking
a moment to admire my devastatingly beautiful boyfriend and how impishly
cute he looks lathered with soap."


"You know, I think that was the first time you ever directly referred to me
as your boyfriend", Connor said with a hint of awed satisfaction in his
voice.


"Well, what else would I call the boy with whom I just spent the last 15
minutes or so cuddling, making out, and jacking off?"


"I suppose", Connor conceded, "but we really don't have a lot of time for
admiration, we have to be down by the busses at 10:30, remember?"


I was quick to respond, amused by Connor's sarcasm. "And I thought I was
the responsible one in this relationship, you know, being a section leader
and all."


I then hopped in the shower with my infuriatingly cute boyfriend and shared
our first shower together. After the rather eventful morning we had already
shared, I thought it best to keep any sexual activity to a minimum in the
shower. Besides, Connor was right when he said we didn't have much
time. After our deeply explorative sexual interactions, our hands seemed to
know each other's bodies as well as we knew our own. I slowly caressed
Connor's already soapy torso while he began to lather me up, paying
particularly close attention to my cock and balls. We settled into a sort
of rhythm, washing each other while simultaneously erotically massaging our
most sensitive areas.


After about ten minutes in the shower, we rinsed ourselves off, dried each
other with the opulently plush hotel towels, and tried hard not to
overexcite our already inflating dicks. Connor had spent the night in my
room away from his things, so we shared my toothbrush, deodorant, and
cologne in a mad rush to get ready. After exiting the bathroom, I glanced
at the clock which read 10:15 AM, giving us 15 minutes to finish getting
ready. I rummaged through my suitcase, settling on a pair of dark blue
jeans and a simple plain black t-shirt. I realized that Connor also lacked
a change of clothes, so after ransacking my suitcase a bit more, I produced
my smallest pair of jeans and tightest logo t-shirt for him to wear.


"Sorry", I apologized, "you are quite a bit smaller than me, so hopefully
these will do."


Connor quickly put on his borrowed clothes which were still slightly too
big for him, the jeans fitting better than the shirt. "Well", he said with
optimism, "I don't mind. Plus, I can wear one of your sweatshirts so that
people don't notice the shirt."


I threw Connor one of my favorite sweatshirts which he promptly pulled over
his toned boyish frame. "See, perfect! Now I look like I always do: wearing
a slightly too big sweatshirt that accentuates my devilishly cute and
wonderfully petite figure", Connor said posing for me. Connor then took a
deep breath, finally exhaling with a grin, "Not to mention the added bonus
that this sweatshirt smells intoxicatingly of you!"


"Hmm, I don't know about `devilishly cute', but you do look good in my
clothes", I jested. "Now, we should probably briefly stop by your room to
grab your coat and hiking boots as today we're supposed to have brunch at
Banff National Park."


Once I had gathered my things for the day ahead, I slung my backpack over
my shoulder and escorted my boyfriend out of the room. I looked back
wistfully as I closed the door, realizing that in one night my life had
completely changed. I was now dating the boy of my dreams, about to spend
the rest of a rather lavish vacation with him by my side. After a couple
more moments lost in my own thoughts, Connor slipped his hand into mine and
we made our way down the hall towards the elevator. After a quick stroll
hand-in-hand through the hotel, we arrived at Connor's room, which was
luckily devoid of any roommates that were bound to have asked too many
questions. Connor quickly retrieved his stuff and we made our way down to
the lobby, grabbing a hasty bite to eat.


As we left the breakfast area, it was clear that Connor had become
increasingly more nervous. Once we spotted one of our fellow band members,
he abruptly jerked his hand out of mine. For a moment, I was hurt. I mean,
I had just experienced the best night of my life with Connor, and now he
was so quick to pull away like all of that meant nothing. But, I suppose
part of me expected this. I was the second person to whom Connor came out,
the first who accepted him with open arms. While he might have the courage
and bravery to be himself in the presence of someone who he knows loves him
unconditionally, it is a completely different matter when he is faced with
his friends from whom he has hidden himself for so long.


I gave Connor my best look of encouragement, ever so lightly squeezing his
shoulder. Unfortunately, I had the feeling this would be the last moment of
intimate contact we would have for a while. Even though Connor was still a
ball of nerves, we continued forward towards the main lobby doors, saying
hello to our friends and trying our best to mingle with the
crowd. Thankfully, Kyle was nowhere to be seen, but I could tell Connor was
searching the crowds, waiting for that problem to rear its ugly head.


As we exited the hotel into the cold morning mountain air, I pulled Connor
aside. "Hey, I know Kyle is probably the last thing you want to talk about
right now, but you do ride the same bus as him...."


"Oh shit! I-I-I totally f-f-forgot!", Connor lapsed back into his stuttered
speech. "W-w-what am I g-g-going to do?!? I c-c-can't face him r-r-right
now!"


"Hey hey hey hey hey, it's going to be okay", I said in a calming
whisper. "I think I have an idea."


At that moment the director Mr. Erickson appeared, ready to rally the band
and shepherd the large group of bleary-eyed teenagers onto the buses. I
quickly made my way over to him, surprised at my sense of purpose. For
those of you who don't know a ton about band, usually the students who are
the best players, been section leaders for a long time, and are generally
really responsible tend to get their way with the band directors.


"Good morning Mr. Erickson!", I said with maybe a bit too much cheerfulness
in my voice. "How are you this fine morning?"


Mr. Erickson looked slightly startled at my enthusiasm. "Oh, um, hello
Jarrod, it's, ah, good to see you so bright-eyed and bushy-tailed this
morning."


"Yeah, I had, um, a restful night. Anyways, I was hoping to discuss with
you a matter of relative importance."


"I always have time for our most valuable player", Mr. Erickson stated
matter-of-factly. "So, what can I do for you?"


I grinned ever so slightly, proud of my ingenuity.  `Well, unfortunately,
it appears that two of the band members have gotten into a sort of
fight. It's kind of difficult to explain, and I don't know if I even fully
understand it myself, but Kyle and Connor aren't doing so well. I think it
would be best if they rode on separate buses for the time being."


Mr. Erickson grimaced with a look of
I-am-so-tired-of-dealing-with-petty-teenagers crossing his face. "Well, I
trust your judgment Jarrod, so if you think separating them is the best
course of action, then it probably is."


"Awesome!", I said again with a bit too much enthusiasm, causing
Mr. Erickson to give me quite the confused look. "Uh, well, what I mean, of
course, is, ah, that I am glad I was able to help. How about I change
busses with Connor to bus three and see if I can't help resolve things."


Mr. Erickson still had a bewildered look on his face. "Well, if you think
that'll help, then by all means go ahead. Now, I have to make sure everyone
else is ready to go."


Mr. Erickson walked away, mumbling something about kids these days, moving
towards the center of the cluster of band kids to make his announcements. I
quickly made my way over to Connor who looked like was trying to hide
behind one of the bushes that ornamented the front doorway.


I must have been grinning like a fool because Connor smiled back at me
rather curiously. "So, if I am reading that ridiculous face of yours
correctly, I'm guessing your plan worked?"


I gasped playfully, the fake hurt clear on my face. "Of course my plan
worked, o ye of little faith, my plans always work."


"So, what exactly did you do?", Connor asked wistfully.


"Well, my young padawan", I said while grinning triumphantly, "you see,
when you are as responsible and as good a player as I am, you can basically
get anything you want from the director. So, I was able to move both of us
to bus three, the least crowded bus, away from Kyle, your friends, and my
friends!"


A look of amazement mixed with relief washed over Connor. "Seriously?!?
Jarrod, that's wonderful! I never doubted you for a second!"


"No, no, of course you didn't. Well, I think it's time we headed over to
bus three, don't you?"


At that moment, Mr. Erickson had finished his rousing rendition of the
morning announcements and the herd of adolescents had begun to
disperse. Connor and I walked hurriedly to bus three, and by some act of
God, we didn't even see Kyle. We made it safely onto the bus, which, as
expected, was full of rookies. The back of the bus was all but deserted, so
Connor and I settled in to the very last seat.


I could tell Connor was still hesitant, so I ever so deftly slipped my hand
into his. "Everything is fine: we haven't run into Kyle, and we're on a bus
where no one knows who we are."


Connor still looked uncomfortable. "I know Jarrod, it's just that I don't
know if I'm ready for this. Everything feels so right when I'm with you,
but I am terrified to be out here", he gestured vaguely, "in public. I
guess I'm just not comfortable enough with myself."


Despite Connor's fear, I wrapped him in a quick hug, continuing to
discreetly hold his hand. "I completely understand. The last thing I want
to do is move too fast and push you away, especially when we only have a
week or so together before this trip is done. We don't have to do anything
you don't want to", I said while letting go of his hand, "but what really
matters is that I'm not going anywhere. If you're uncomfortable with public
displays of, well, anything, then we can just be friends in public, lovers
in private. Two guys hanging out together who are friendly enough isn't
anything surprising. If we play our cards right, no one will be the wiser."


"I mean, I don't know," the skepticism was grudgingly clear, "I guess it
could work".


"How many times have you seen me hang out with boys in the past and just
assumed we were friends?", I asked quickly. "The only reason you might
expect something now is that you know I'm gay."


"Well, that doesn't necessarily mean that people won't suspect us...."


"Connor, do you trust me?", I asked earnestly, trying to convey all of my
unending love in a single gaze.


Connor looked back at me, his face an indiscernible amalgamation of
emotions. "I.... I trust you, Jarrod".


I met Connor with a reassuring smile as the rumble of the bus's engine
reverberated throughout the vehicle. We were finally off on our journey. It
would take an hour to reach our destination, so we had quite a bit of time
on our hands. After such an eventful night, Connor and I were more than
content to sit in silence together, taking in the ethereal scenes of nature
that passed us by as we descended from the mountains into the city.


After what seemed like a blissful eternity of peaceful silence, I
endeavored to learn more about the cute boy sitting next to me. "Hey, so, I
know we've been moving at what feels like lightspeed, but we still don't
actually know a lot about each other".


Connor looked back at me pensively, "Yeah, I guess so, I mean, when you
think about it, we've really only been a "we" for a couple of hours. So,
what do you want to know?"


I took a moment to gather my thoughts. "Well, umm, I don't know, how
about.... what defines your life right now?"


"Wow, straight to the hard questions, huh", Connor remarked with a
grin. "Umm, well, band is obviously a big part of my life. Besides marching
band, I'm in concert band in which I play the bassoon".


"Whoa whoa whoa, hold on a second you play the bassoon?!?"


Connor stifled a giggle. "Yeah, bassoon is actually my main instrument, but
since I can't play that in marching band, I decided to join the drumline as
it is one of the easier things to learn from scratch".


"It's a good thing you did", I jested, "because otherwise I wouldn't have
had anyone to fuck on this trip".


This time Connor let out a full-blown laugh. "Well, I'm glad I could be
here to offer you a nice piece of ass on your last trip! But, getting back
to your original question, other than band I guess boy scouts has a super
huge influence on my life, for better or for worse. Apart from that, I
mean, my family is super important to me, and I guess my friends, like
Ky--"


Connor faltered for a moment, and I was quick to respond. "Hey, it's
okay. One of the things about being gay in this stupidly heteronormative
world is that you quickly find out who your friends are and who they are
not. I know the loss of Kyle is going to be hard, probably one of the
hardest things you've ever done, but I promise it will get better. Although
you might lose some friends, you will find even better ones that will
accept you who you are".


Connor took a moment before he responded, his eyes touched with the
slightest glistening of tears. "Friends like you".


"Yeah", I flashed him yet another reassuring smile as I wiped the tears
from his eyes, "friends like me".


Connor gathered his composure, taking my hand in his. "Well, what about
you? What influences your life right now?"


"Hmm, well, band is, of course, a huge influence. I am in literally every
band imaginable and then some, plus my band directors back at my school
have been major role models for me. School is also super important to me. I
don't really like drawing attention to myself, but I am a straight-A
student who has secured a full ride to a four-year private college. Umm,
well, like you, I also really care about my family, though I am not out to
them yet. Surprisingly, my faith is also an integral part of my
identity. My church has been nothing but accepting of the LGBTQ+ community,
which has been extremely helpful for my self-acceptance. Last but certainly
not least, slowly but surely being gay has become a part of my
identity. When I was younger, I couldn't even bear the thought of being
gay, but now I guess I've come to accept as part of my core identity".


Connor looked at me with wonder and astonishment. "Wow.... I mean, just
wow. I know everyone is a complex three-dimensional human being, but I get
the feeling you have a lot of complexities. And the fact that you chose me,
of all people, to love.... I am at a loss for words".


"Hey now, don't sell yourself short!" I gazed lovingly into my boyfriend's
eyes. "You are amazing, and I'm the one who doesn't deserve you".


Conor's mischievous grin returned to his face. "We could argue forever
about who is more undeserving, but tell me more about college".


I gazed into the distance, my mind suddenly somewhere far off and
distant. "College is, well, terrifyingly exciting. I'll finally start my
journey to become a teacher, but that also means I'm one step closer to the
adult world".


"It's going to be okay, Jarrod", Connor said, the concern clear in his
face. "You still have a whole summer before college, and I know you are
going to be just fine".


"How can you be so sure?", I asked apprehensively.


It was now Connor's turn to give me a reassuring grin. "I just am".


After that, Connor and I continued to talk about nothing in particular,
slowly becoming more comfortable with each other. Soon we arrived at our
destination, that day's main event: Banff National Park. For those of you
unfamiliar with Banff, it is essentially a national park whose main
attractions include majestic mountains and otherworldly forests, commonly
viewed and explored from one of the taller mountains after taking a
wonderfully magnificent gondola ride up the mountain. Our particular group
had reserved mountainside brunch, which promised to be nothing short of
romantic.


We began to file out of the bus, jittery with excitement for the impending
experience. The brisk morning air made me thankful to be wearing a
sweatshirt along with my plush winter coat. Connor and I trudged along,
side by side, stopping by a parent chaperone to receive our tickets. We
both remained hypervigilant, constantly looking for a surprise Kyle
sighting. I was also painfully aware of the distance physical Connor was
putting between, but I had to keep reminding myself that this is what
Connor needed at the moment to feel comfortable.


Connor and I made it safely to the loading dock, and miraculously we were
able to commandeer a gondola to share all by ourselves. The ride was
absolutely enchanting. The views were stunning, and the late morning sun
painted the scenery in tints of yellow, orange, and gold. The mountains,
with their icy white caps juxtaposed against the dark powerful rock,
offered protection to the dense forests of evergreen, a safe haven of
nature in all its splendor. After staring out at the breathtaking
surroundings, Connor began to fidget nervously.


"What's the matter?", I asked inquisitively.


Connor looked surprised at the question. "Well, umm, I was just thinking
that we haven't even taken a picture together yet, and, well, this would be
a good time to, you know, do that".


I smiled appreciatively at my young lover. "That, babe, is a great idea!"


"You really think so? It's not, like, super corny?", Conor asked
hesitantly.


"No, it's just the right amount of corny. Now, come here and let's take our
first picture together as a couple".


I wrapped Connor in a loving embrace while I pulled out my phone. After
framing us in the viewing window just right, all the majesty and glory of
the natural world teeming with light and beauty behind us, I was ready to
take the picture. Just as I pressed the button, for the first time ever
capturing our relationship, Connor leaned over and kissed me, our lips
locked in a passionate yet gentle caress.


"That was unexpectedly wonderful", I sighed contentedly.


Connor smirked mischievously back at me, "Yes, yes it was".


We continued our gondola ride in silence, wrapped in each other's arms. I
was beginning to wonder if maybe this could work, you know, after this
whole trip. Maybe Connor and I could actually become a long-term,
long-distance relationship. I know I was probably getting ahead of myself,
daring to hope for more, but at that moment I truly loved him.


As our gondola settled into the loading dock with a bit of jostling and
rumbling, Connor and I detangled ourselves, ready for what lay ahead. We
exited the gondola, happier and closer than we ever had been before, but
that was about to change. We rounded the corner into the dining hall, and
we were met face to face by none other than Kyle.


"Hey Connor", Kyle stated flatly, "I think we need to talk".


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Hello readers, I know it's been a while, but Jake is back!


I feel that I should start by explaining myself. For a multitude of
reasons, I decided to take a sort of sabbatical from writing. But, after
careful consideration, I realized just how important this story was to me,
so I decided to continue. I also want to emphasize just how terribly sorry
I am to all of my unfathomably patient fans. Words cannot express my
gratitude for you all.


The abundant support I have received from readers was one of the main
motivations for me to continue. Your kind comments and encouraging messages
mean more than you will ever know.


As I said in the last chapter, Sophomore year is both difficult in its
complexity and stressful in its heavy workload. As I continue to navigate
these unprecedented times, I find that writing is an outlet that allows me
to not only express myself but also an opportunity for peace.


If you enjoyed this chapter or have any questions or general comments, feel
free to reach out at jakewindigo@gmail.com, I love hearing from readers!


Thanks again,


Jacob Windigo