Horn Practice

by Scott_XXX When I was 16, I was in a drum corps, which is like a marching band. I wasn’t very muscular, but the rigorous runs and marching that was part of drum corps kept me in good shape. The drum corps, of course, had regularly scheduled rehearsals, but the members of the horn line, which I was part of, would often hold their own rehearsals at someone’s house, without any instructors. Although the rehearsals usually turned into us just having fun and goofing around, one such rehearsal sticks prominently in my mind. This rehearsal was being held at Brant’s house. Brant Morrison, he was 17. ­ I wanted to fuck him the second I had first seen him. I was just starting to find guys attractive, and just before he joined, a few of his friends told the entire horn line that he was bisexual, and had dated the Color Guard instructor Rick. This excited me to no end, and lead to no end of jack off fantasies. When we would go on tour, we would sleep in school gyms, and would have to shower there. I would always shower when Brant did, trying to get even the slightest glimpses of him naked. He was gorgeous. I even caught him beating his meat one time that he went to the showers alone. I’m not sure if he knew I was watching him, because he had his eyes closed, and he never said anything afterwards (it turns out he did). When I arrived at Brant’s house, for the rehearsal on Friday night. He told me that his Mom was out for the weekend with her boyfriend, and his dad lived in another city, so we could play our horns as loudly as we wanted. He also told me that he had received calls from the rest of the horn line, and that no one else was going to be able to make it. The rehearsal would just be the two of us (later on I found out that he hadn’t invited anyone other than me). Brant invited me into the living room, and we sat on his couch. He casually placed his hand on my knee, and said, "Y’know, we don’t have to play our horns if you don’t want to." My mouth went dry as I stared at Brant. He face was incredibly sexy, with just a hint of stubble on his chin; he had his hand on my knee, and we were alone in his house. I started to get hard, but I was worried that he wasn’t interested. I soon found out that he was as he slid his hand up my thigh, towards my hardening cock, and suggested, "We could play with anything you like." I was pretty sure that he was interested, so I grabbed his head, and kissed him hard on the lips. Oh, the taste of him. I parted his full lush lips, with my tongue. His hands were on my back, pressing me to him. His sucking mouth was trying to devoir my tongue. He was as hungry for this as I was. I slightly trembled as we kissed. This was the moment I was waiting for. He led me to his bedroom. I was still completely awed that my fantasies were coming true, and I was speechless. I just gave him a look that told him this was what I wanted. I was ready. Looking at Brant’s tight jeans, I noticed that he had a big hunk of meat, to be tended to. Once in his bed room, I slipped his t-shirt off. I was taking off my baseball cap, as he lifted my t-shirt up and off. For a second I just stood there, and looked at his hard, sexy chest. He was trying to get my jeans off, when I bent down and sucked his nipple. Oh, did that ever make him moan! He ignored my jeans (for now), and raised me up. His mouth was returning the favor on my left nipple. I gently pressed his head to me, as I had to groan. I pulled Brant down onto the bed. He was kissing down my chest and stomach. Man, it was fabulous. I pulled him up, and rolled over on top of him. I kissed his shoulders, and started down his firm, mature, exciting chest. I’d been waiting a year to lick his hard abs. He moaned some more, and decided he needed to get my pants off. Brant got up and took my jeans off me. My underwear was a mess with precum. He got them off me, and started cleaning my dick and pubic area with his soft velvety tongue. He licked my balls, and went down on my 6" teen cock. After only about thirty seconds, I knew I was about to cum, and it was too soon. I grabbed him under his shoulders, and lifted him up. He looked disappointed, but I gently nibbled on his ear lobe, before whispering, "I want this to last." I pushed Brant back on the bed, and slid his socks off. He lay on the bed, more passive than I had ever seen him. I could see his chest quickly rising and falling with his fast, short, breaths. He said to me, "I don’t want to scare you, or hurt you in any way. So I’m just going to let you do *anything* you want to me. I reached for his belt, got his belt undone, and unhooked the top of his jeans. My prize was just under that zipper. I lowered his zipper, and his briefs were just as wet as my own. I slipped his pants down his legs, and tossed them to the side. God, did he look good lying there! I took just another moment to feast my eyes, as Brant smiled up at me. His underwear was last; his pre-cum had soaked the front. His great, beautiful 7" cut rod appeared, as I slowly pulled off his jockeys. It sprang up, as soon as it was free. His nuts lay heavy between his legs. I couldn't get rid of his underwear fast enough. I just had to get between his legs. I lapped at his nuts, as he moaned and twitched. I sucked one of his big eggs into my mouth. I can't tell you how good it was. My tongue ran up the length of his cock, and found the fat purple head. It was a mouth full, but I worked it in. Brant was leaking so much pre-cum, that I had to swallow. Damn, but it was good. Sweet, mild taste. I took a deep breath, and started his dick down my throat. It was sending him up the wall. He was whimpering, as he carefully thrust into my mouth. I got all the way down, before he started thrashing about, calling out my name. I could feel his cock starting to swell in my throat. I knew he was about to cum. He screamed, "Ughhhhhhhhhh!" as I pulled off enough to taste the hot creamy cum, as he shot it from the source. Mild, sweet, just a little salty. He must have shot six or seven squirts, before he stopped, as his body jerked and thrashed about. I let his clean soft cock, slip from my mouth, when he reached down and pulled me up for a kiss. It wasn't long, before Brant had recovered and wanted more. He whispered to me, "Fuck me." How could I refuse? He got the lube out of the bedside nightstand, and handed it to me as I started slicking his tight rosebud. I didn't work as long as I should have. I was too hot. I needed to be inside him too bad. I hurriedly slicked my cock, and lifted his legs to my shoulders. Brant was urging me to hurry, as I got lined up with the opening to his love tunnel. He wanted me just as bad as I wanted him. A medium hard push and I was inside. Oh, the hot, silky, softness of him. I knew I wouldn't last long. He was just too hot, too moist, too wanting. He sighed with a deep contentment, as I bottomed out inside him. I had to rest a few moments, to come down a little, before starting a long pumping into his wonderful tight channel. The head of my dick scrapped across his fat swollen prostate and more pre-cum dribbled out. I pushed back in, and as I once more passed his prostate, I was ready to die. I was already in heaven. Brant's moans accompanied my grunts, as we strove to reach that special place. I soon had to speed up. I couldn't help it. His hot, hard, body was just too good. I scooped up the pre-cum that had been leaking on his tummy, and used it to lubricate his steel hard dick. I started jacking him off in time with my fucking. Brant once again screamed, as his cum erupted from the slit in his dick's head. There was so much force; he splattered my chest. My cum burst from my nuts, as he was screaming, and began it's search for a new home, deep inside his body. I had to join him in his scream, as my climax took me to new, undiscovered heights. I slumped on top of Brant, and kissed his sexy lips. I told him how I’d wanted to do that since I met him. He asked me if I could spend the night, and I told him that I’d tell my parents something about the rehearsal turning into a sleepover, and reassuring them that there were no girls there (which there weren’t). We showered together, before returning to snuggle together in bed. As I was drifting off to sleep, I knew this summer of drum corps would be the best ever. Has anyone else had "fun" in drum corps?