New Kid at Linwood High, Chapter 4
When Gio and Benji eventually went to the bedroom, it was still early in the evening. They sat cross-legged on the bed again and grinned at each other. There was no mistaking what was on their horny minds. Being in the pool and locker room with other boys in skimpy swimwear, and less, had stimulated their already hormone-charged libidos.
This time, it was Benji who initiated the first kiss and Gio who returned it with a little tongue. Benji got up to shut the door and they resumed making out. Instead of making his typical smart-ass remarks, Gio moaned and gasped as Benji pulled up his shirt and nibbled on his nipples. As much as he wanted to lie back and enjoy the feeling, he figured he should return the favor.
"I'm sorry," Benji said when they stopped to catch their breath. "I know we don't know each other well enough to do everything that's going on in my head. I don't want to screw us up."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. I've never kissed another guy before you, and I'm letting my dick overrule my brain."
"I'd better open the door again, so we won't be tempted."
In the interest of not going further than they'd planned, the boys played a few video games to divert their attention. It worked to an extent, though neither went completely soft.
Ben rapped on the doorframe and poked his head in, asking if they wanted popcorn again or something else. Both opted for a rerun of last night's snack.
When it was time to go to bed, the teens stripped and put on boxers to sleep in. With the A/C on, it was cool enough to want a sheet over them. They might have needed a light blanket in addition if Benji hadn't made another suggestion.
"Do you want to snuggle like we ended up doing last night?"
"If you don't think it's rushing things," Gio answered.
"We both like it, and it doesn't mean a life-long commitment."
"Okay," Gio sighed, kind of wishing it did mean more.
Another round of storms came through in the night. Gio woke up but didn't experience a feeling of panic this time. Nestled safely in Benji's arms, he fell back to sleep quickly.
"I guess I won't be seeing you until nearly a week from today, and then school's gonna begin a few days later," Gio lamented as they sat in Benji's room in the afternoon.
"Um, that's okay because I'll be gone a few days too. I'm going to band camp."
"Okay, what is it with you and keeping secrets from me? It's bad enough you didn't let me know you were gay, and now I find out, quite by accident, that you play an instrument," Gio chided.
"It just never came up. You asked about sports, but not about other activities. We both talked about music we liked. I didn't want to look like a band-dork."
"What instrument do you play?"
"Trumpet," Benji answered.
"You too?"
"What do you mean, you too?"
"That's what I play."
"Okay, Dufus! What were you saying about keeping secrets? How come you didn't tell me? I think you're a hypocrite!"
"Um, it just never came up," Gio giggled. "I guess we don't know everything about each other. I figured you might think it wasn't cool to be in music stuff."
"I already admitted I thought the same about you."
Despite the fact they hadn't shared some details of their lives, they felt they already knew each other's heart. From now on, they vowed to be completely transparent.
"I'll bet Mr. Ramos will let us march next to each other if I ask," Gio grinned. "I'm one of his pets because I was first chair in Band B as a sophomore and I'm better than the seniors, so I have a good chance at the same position in Band A unless you challenge me and beat me."
"I might just do that. I had first chair at my old school. Would it end our friendship if I did?"
"Nope, not unless you got upset when I took the chair back."
They teased back and forth for a few more minutes until Gio got a smirk on his face and ran his tongue over his lips. Benji got the message and pulled him close as they tumbled onto the bed.
For the next several minutes, they made out, becoming hornier in the process. They might not have been able to stop had Gio's phone not rung with the ringtone dedicated to his mother's calls. It turned out she wanted him home early in the morning. The interruption put a damper on their plans.
Band camp was a blast in more ways than the sounds emanating from the brass section. It was held at a church-camp facility near the town of Wyoming, Iowa. The place had everything needed to house and feed 110 musicians and a dozen flag-bearers, plus provide a large open field where they could practice their routines for half-time shows and marching competitions in the fall.
Not everyone in the band could make it for the entire time due to family vacations and other obligations, but most were there for the drills to learn the more complicated maneuvers. Initially, they learned the choreography listening to a soundtrack of the music rather than playing their instruments. Then, they practiced their music while standing in place. But, by the end of the week, they should have the whole routine put together nicely.
After dinner in the evenings, they watched videos of their performances, some of which were taken from a drone from overhead. It gave them a realistic look at how they would be viewed by fans and judges in the stands. The added expense of the drone proved to be well worth it.
Travis and Sawyer were both in the drumline. Sawyer had nudged his boyfriend to join so they would have an additional activity to do together. As a result, Travis's energy was being channeled into something constructive which helped curb his impulsiveness. The experience also opened him up to a lot of new friendships. Band kids seemed to be family, and they were largely non-judgmental about his orientation.
Benji found himself in the company of six other trumpeters, including Gio. The section was only a little larger than the one he'd been in at his school in Chicago. During the first several sessions, he was thankful he could keep up with his peers. Initially, he'd thought he might be head and shoulders above them in ability, having gone to a private academy. He'd been disabused of that notion within the first hour of practice. These Iowa boys were more talented than he'd imagined, but he still thought he had a chance of being first chair or sharing that position with his boyfriend.
Sleeping arrangements weren't quite what the boys had anticipate, but things turned out better in some ways than they'd hoped. Benji and Gio managed to lay claim to cots next to each other on the second floor of the barracks reserved for guys. Travis and Sawyer chose spots near them.
The upper floor was sparsely populated because many guys opted for the lower one which they assumed would be cooler in terms of temperature and activities. It had mostly bunkbeds and was decidedly livelier and more crowded.
Not only were there fewer guys upstairs, but they seemed to be ones who were more interested in getting a good-night's sleep than socializing. As a result, most were asleep at a reasonable hour.
Some were probably feigning sleep so they could jack off secretly, but on the second night when rhythmic breathing and soft snores were the only sounds, Gio quietly slipped into Benji's bed and the two made out. He got up the nerve after seeing Travis do the same thing with Sawyer. The possibility of getting caught heightened everyone's excitement.
By the third night, their hands were in each other's boxers bringing mutual relief. Gio had thought ahead and brought tissues to catch the results. They kissed in the afterglow and fell asleep for about an hour before Gio awoke and went back to his own cot. He noticed there were still two bodies in Sawyer's bed.
Benji, who was an early riser, gently roused Travis before anyone else on their floor was awake the next morning.
"Thanks for getting me up this morning," Travis said to Benji over breakfast. "I owe you one."
"No prob. We all have to look out for each other."
"I'll have your backs anytime you need me."
"Me too," Sawyer grinned. "I see we're all on the same page. I wondered about you two when we met at the pool. I'd heard rumors about Gio but not about `the new kid.'"
"Well, as `the new kid,' I thought I'd keep a low profile, but then I met Gio and now I don't care what anyone else thinks about me. It's so cool having a boyfriend!"
August days in Iowa tend to be anything but cool. In fact, they're usually warm and humid -- good corn-growing weather. But what's beneficial to crops isn't always great for teenagers. Mr. Ramos and his assistant, Ms. Conway, made sure everyone took frequent breaks and drank plenty of water. Coolers were set up on picnic tables under the shade of large trees.
There were also baskets with treats, mostly healthy, to replenish the calories the kids expended.
Still, by the end of each day, most of the students were tired and sweaty. Some would wait until bedtime to shower, but many would do it before dinner. Having clean bodies and clothes and a fresh application of deodorant made the time viewing performance videos much more pleasant.
Benji, Gio, Travis, and Sawyer were among those who hit the showers the minute they were dismissed from the field. Many of the others sprawled on their beds to recuperate instead.
Being in the shower facility early meant less crowding for the four, giving them more opportunity to check each other out without getting caught. More than once, when one of them threw wood, the others would respond in empathy. Somehow, they managed not to be at more than half-mast when someone else came in.
Mr. Ramos had told all the males that they'd better be on their best behavior, but he wouldn't be standing over them when they were undressed. He didn't want anyone to accuse him of perving.
Travis had wondered if the statement was for his benefit or if every teacher worried about false accusations these days. He felt a pang of guilt for statements he'd made in the past.
Privacy wasn't really a possibility in the gang-type shower in the males' bathroom. The guys had heard rumors about the girls' facility having separate stalls and curtains. That was fine, but most guys didn't feel too self-conscious by the time they were in high school.
On the last full day of camp, almost everyone in the band was there for the final performances. The show was coming together quite nicely. Their directors were pleased with the progress.
That evening when they reviewed the tapes, the kids were also proud of what they'd accomplished. Having seen lots of performances by their competitors, they knew how things should look. Even in shorts and T's, it looked sharp. They could imagine the effect with newly pressed uniforms and white plumes in their hats. This could be a winning year!
When it was bedtime, a lot of the kids were wired, knowing they'd be going home after a short run-through in the morning, and some tended to stay up later than usual. Because of that, the boys who might have made out had fallen asleep before the rest were in bed. There was no loving that night.
"Could we sleep together this weekend?" Gio asked as Benji and he were driving home from band camp.
"Sure. My place or yours?"
"I hate to sponge all the time, but I feel a lot more comfortable at your house. Sophia won't leave us alone if we're in my bedroom. I'm also a little nervous about sharing a bed under the same roof as my parents. They know we're gay, but they'd probably think about it more if we're there. Know what I mean?"
"Yeah. I suppose it crosses my dad's mind, though I don't think guys have the same attitude about it as women do. Sex is always on a guy's mind. I think men assume a guy will always have it if it's available."
Gio almost didn't get to stay over on Friday and Saturday night. His mother, Gloria, didn't think it was right for Benji's dad to do all the hosting. However, after pleading his case that Sophia would be minding their business all the time if they were at his house, she acquiesced. Although Gloria didn't realize the full extent to which Sophia had dominated him when they were younger, she did know her daughter could be bossy. Poor Gio needed time away from her. He was beginning to be more independent (growing a pair, as his father put it) but Sophia still managed to get under his skin. Ah, next year when she was away at the university, Gio would likely come into his own a lot more.
Because Gloria wanted to pay back in some way for the meals Gio had eaten, she invited Ben to bring the boys to Pagliai's for supper on Friday night as her guests. The restaurant would be very busy that evening, so she would reserve a booth for them. They didn't usually take reservations on Fridays except for family members or special friends. She felt this situation met the criteria. Besides, she wanted a chance to get acquainted with Ben at least a little.
The special that night was lasagna, and after listening to his son rave about it, Ben ordered it like the boys did. He wasn't disappointed.
"This is the best I've ever tasted!" he exclaimed. "I thought there wouldn't be good Italian west of the Mississippi river, but I was wrong."
"Lots of things are good here, Dad."
Gio blushed, realizing he was what Benji was referring to.
Gloria was helping wait tables because one of the staff was on vacation. She had volunteered so she would have an excuse to meet Ben. During slower moments, she would stop by the table to visit as well as make sure everything was perfect.
She insisted that Ben have more wine with his dinner. He took her up on it because it was excellent, and because he wasn't driving.
Ben was impressed with her friendliness and attentiveness. To him, it looked like Benji had found a great family as well as a cute boyfriend.
In return, Gloria found Ben to be polite, witty, and intelligent. It didn't hurt that he was handsome as well. Gio had done well in connecting with this family. She knew he was too young to be making a lifetime commitment, but when it happened, she hoped it would be with a boy like Benji who had a father like Ben.
After Benji drove them home, Gio and he went off to his room while Ben sat in the family room listening to some of his favorite jazz CDs. He had mentioned what he was doing but didn't expect that the boys would join him even though both were planning to be in the jazz band at school in the coming year.
The teens sprawled on Benji's bed while their dinner digested. They also had jazz playing in the background from KCCK, the local radio venue. They held hands in the beginning and soon moved on to making out. As the got more amorous, their body temperature felt like it was climbing.
Benji got up and closed the door.
In a flash, both were shirtless. They continued to kiss and caress just about every exposed inch of flesh. Next, they relieved each other of their shorts. Nearly naked, they humped their crotches together as they continued to French kiss. Both could feel the tingling starting in their loins and radiating throughout their bodies.
Gio began to whimper as he flooded his underwear with jizz.
"Oh, shit, I'm coming!" he exclaimed.
The vocal expression of his orgasm helped to push Benji over the edge with him. They lay clasped together for several minutes as they came down from their high.
"I guess that's what they call premature ejaculation," Gio giggled, resuming his usual banter.
"I call it AWESOME!" Benji said, rubbing their noses together.
"Awesome and messy."
"Yeah, but mostly awesome."
"Do you think your dad heard us?"
"Nah, with the big bass speakers on his stereo he'd miss a zombie invasion. We could have screamed, and he'd never hear it."
"We practically DID scream."
"Yeah, it WAS that good. We should probably take a shower, or at least hose off the jizz."
"He'll hear the shower for sure."
"So? That doesn't mean anything. Besides, he must know we're gonna be doing sex of some sort. I'm not embarrassed if he does."
"Oh, Benji, until I met you, I never thought I'd ever find anyone to, um, you know, um feel like this about."
"I think I'm falling in love with you too, Gio. There, I've said the scary `L' word. What do you think of that?"
By way of answer, Gio lay on top of Benji and they kissed for several more minutes.
Spreading shower gel on washcloths, the boy removed all the residual cum from each other's body. Of course, the contact made them horny all over again. Once more, they rubbed their slippery groins together. Without the layers of cloth between to dampen the sensitivity, they felt their lust rising rapidly.
When Gio began to whimper, Benji knew the end was near for his boyfriend. As it had before, Gio's vocal response turned Benji's libido up a notch too. Soon, there was more jizz to wash down the drain.
Wrapped in only their towels, they sprinted across the hall to Benji's bed. After dropping the towels, they cuddled skin to skin and soon drifted off.
Author's notes. Thanks to the following who emailed about this story since last posting: Terry C, Walter S, Bill T, Chandra B, Steve C, Allen, Joe W. Paul R, Ian S, Ott H, Cal J, Josh, Bill K, Tim T, Ray M, Paul F, Tom A, Tony C, Mike F, John L, Jim W, Randy McC, Skip M, Bob N, Mendy D, and Gordon.
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