The entire band was exhausted. It had been a long parade and they marched and played like they had never done before.
The trip to Washington, DC was an exciting opportunity. The 8 hour bus ride there was a noisy fun trip as was the motel stay that night.
The sun shone and the pink blossoms at the Jefferson Memorial were brighter then anyone had remembered seeing before.
They stood that morning wearing their brand new uniforms, ready to march past the President of the United States and appear on national Television.
Now they were exhausted on the bus, their instruments and baggage loaded for the long ride home.
Sal was as tired as the rest of them. He stretched out his very long legs and cradled his arm around the tall furry hat he wore as Drum Major. His new uniform bedazzled his band mates as it did for his parents when he modeled it at home.
"Look make out pants" he said to the three he shared his motel room with. Where his pocket usually were, was just slits in the cloth enabling him to make the pants as tight as he could.
There was some joking from Kenny, Mark and Todd of course as they too dressed in their new uniforms.
"Should we change first?" some of them had asked the Music Teacher before climbing on the bus. But everyone was too tired and they soon stripped to their pants, and a few down to their underwear.
"You stripping down too?" Ken asked Sal.
"Naw didn't wear underwear" Sal said as he stretched out next to Ken.
He stood and gave an obligatory speech to his undressed bandmates, trying not to stare at the jockey short wearing bare chested members on the bus.
"Nice speecy" Ken said as Sal sat down.
There were a few songs but eventually the bus vibration and the hours lulled all to sleep or into silence.
"You awake?" Ken asked
"Naw, too excited I guess" Sal responded.
"You looked hot out there today" Ken said patting Sal's uniformed leg and then moves his hand to the bare chest.
"Thanks, I didnt want to let everyone down" Sal sighed.
"Shit man, if throwing that baton in the air didn't do it, that cute butt of yours did" Ken said.
"Fuck off" Sal whispered.
"Naw man, I'm not giving you crap. You looked hot out there." Ken's hand moved to Sal's uniform pants near the slit.
"Thanks" Sal said as he turned to face Ken. He had always liked Ken. The boy played one hell of a trumpet and his thick arms and thick chest were more reasons to llike him.
He reached over and flipped the gold ring that hung from one of Ken's nipples.
"You did good too" Sal said and then his tugged on the ring.
"Shit you should have done that last night" Ken said as he made moaning sounds.
"Wish I had" Sal said feeling Ken's hand moving inside his pants. His cock was growing despite being tired.
"Maybe we shouldn't" Sal whispered as his fingers kept playing with Ken's nipple ring.
"We're in the back, everyone's sleeping and you deserve it" Ken said as his fingers located the growing cock.
"My new uniform" Sal said as he lay back and felt the fingers surround him. "Oh shit"
He tried not to moan or fidget as his cock was being massaged. But a few eyes glanced over as his body took charge and his hips moved.
"God that's good" Sal whispered but don't wanna cum in these pants.
"NO problem" Ken said as his hand pulled out of the slit and moved to the belt buckle. Sal didn't know what to do. His pants were opened and pulled down so fast all he could see was Ken's head.
What he felt were the thick lips and tongue of his friend coaxing his hard cock to sprout the sperm that the event and the exercise had caused to be fermenting inside his testicles.
"Shit" was all Sal could say as Ken swallowed and licked.
"Where did you learn that?" Sal said as Ken pulled his pants back up.
"Ask Mark and Todd" Ken said.
"You mean you guys...?"
"Every band trip."
"Next time I'm gonna room with you guys again" Sal said.
"Or just wear those makeout pants" Ken said as he lay back.
Sal tugged on the nipple ring once more.
"Count on it" Sal said reminding himself to thank the Band Teacher for his special Drum Major pants.