Sophomore Symphony Part 1: Band Camp Bliss

It all started the summer before my sophomore year at band camp. I moved in from a small town in Florida to this not as small but a lot richer town in north Georgia. My name is Skyler but they just call me Sky and this is my story.

It's noon as I walk away from my mom's minivan towards the old rundown college apartments. We look for a shaperone while we carry my suitcase, my pillow, a duffle bag full of snacks and my electronics, and a sleeping bag. My mom finds a shaper one and asks her where the band camp students check in. It's just around the corner from the apartments and we walk in.

I stand in the back corner with all of my belongings as my mom checks me in. She calls me over and I go and get a lanyard with a key to my room and an elaborate name tag that features "The first Cambridge High school marching band" in navy and Carolina blue on one side and "Skyler Heywood" with saxophone written under it with italics on the other. I like it, simple and refined.

We walk up three flights of stairs in the right apartment complex and turn the corner to find my room in the middle of a hallway that connects the two sides of the complex. I get the key and unlock the door and we walk in to find the inside more rundown than the outside. The walls are the same pasty white as the carpet just without all of the mysterious stains. The kitchen is directly to the right when you walk in.

It has one black microwave right above the black and silver oven and a white refrigerator and freezer combination with the freezer on the left and the refrigerator on the right. Just past the kitchen is the family room with one couch, one sofa chair, and one table all the same ugly shade of violet. We head towards the right, down the hallway passing two rooms and heading towards my room which sits on the right end of the hallway across from another.

I unlock the door to my room with the key that apparently only works with the main door entrance and my room. The others must have their own key to theirs. I go inside and set all of my stuff down in the corner that works as a closet with hangers and a wooden bar to hang them on. My bed is just a mattress on wire stands in the top right corner of the room with a desk and a chair on the left. I sit on top of the desk while my mom talks with the roommates parents who have just arrived. She comes inside my room, we say our goodbyes, and she leaves, closing the door behind her. I sit inside of my room waiting out all of the parents, painfully awaiting the meeting of my three roommates.

When I'm positive that they are all gone I leave my room and head towards the family room where I hear the fake laughter of awkward first meetings. I peer into each of the rooms as I walk past them. The room across from mine is exactly the same except for articles of clothing covering the floor and boxes of what looks to be girlscout cookies all over the bed. The room right next to mine is also the same except with SAT prep books all over the desk. The farthest room from mine, the one that's right next to the family room, I stand at a closed door, left to wonder what lies behind it. I reach to try the doorknob but decide otherwise.

Whatever is behind the door can wait until after I see my roommates. There is a mirror just outside the bathroom door across from the room and I try to fix my appearance as much as possible. I know I shouldn't care too much about what these guys think but you never know what opportunity is just around the corner and you must always look your best. I make sure my short, jet black hair is just messy enough to look attractive. I take out my blue colored contacts deciding that I shouldn't hide my black as night eyes, they give me a sense of mystery. I step back to fix my clothes.

My black t-shirt comfortably fits around my toned torso and my jeans hug my small waist, and athletic legs just right. I fix my belt so I could show off the large elaborate buckle that features a beautiful raven taking flight. And I lift my leg up one after the other to make sure my black cargo boots are tied and scuff free. I brace myself, turn the corner, and walk into the family room to see three faces watching me, intently.

"Well hello! Looks like we got ourselves a little play boy over here!" The first one says. He sits on the right side of the couch smiling and probably giving himself fake satisfaction for his clever statement.
"Dude shut up!" The next one is also on the couch and he laughs as he jokingly punches the first one. "Hey, I'm Josh and this is my bro Billy" He points to the first guy. On further inspection I can tell that they're related, it would be hard not too. They're twins. Both of them with chocolate brown hair and green eyes that closely resemble emeralds. They both look to be around my age, 15 or 16 at the most, but they're scrawny. Not skinny but not too muscular either.

I smile at them with my best seductive smile possible "I'm Skyler, or Sky if you want." I notice the other boy but I don't look at him. I can't see his full features because of the way he is angled but he is definitely older than me, Josh, and Billy. A junior probably.
"So Sky what do you play!?!" Billy asks. His enthusiasm permeates the room.
"I play alto sax."

"So you're a wind player too then?" The third boy finally says something. I turn to look at him while he sits on the sofa chair and not to be hurtful but I'm a little disappointed. He's pretty good looking with his short blonde curly hair and blue eyes, but nothing to be legitamately impressed about. He is large but its a mix of muscle and fat, mainly muscle but that fact doesn't make it any more appealing.

"We play trombone, while Michael over there plays percussion." Josh says.
"Rough life, being a percussionist and all." He says, smiling. These guys are alright, not really my type, but they're all right.

After our introductions we head over to the auxiliary gym where the whole band will be addressed. I walk a little farther behind Josh and Billy who are excitingly running and joking around. Michael walks a little behind me, staring at either the ground or my ass. Hoping for the latter I turn around just a little while still walking. He looks up, blushes and looks at the actual ground this time. I can't blame him for checking me out, I worked hard for my appearance. A little excited by this act of admiration I slow down a little so that Michael could catch up to me.

"So percussion? How are those sticks treating you?" A little joking should loosen him up.
He smiles that shy smile and says, "Pretty good, but they can he a little rough if you know what I mean." His eyes sparkle their ocean blue sparkle in anticipation.

"Hey, you just have to know how to use them I guess." I shrug, wink, and smile in succession. Satisfied with my response, I walk over to Billy and Josh who haven't calmed down in the slightest and we make our way to the auditorium.

At the auditorium the band director stands in front of all of the students who sit on the bleachers. Behind him are the instructors for each section. The band director announces himself as Joseph and then he tells us just to call him Joey. He stands tall and pround about six foot three, a good four inches above my height. His brown hair hangs right above his chocolate brown eyes and naturally swings to the left. He introduces the other staff members who don't seem important enough to remember their names. He designates where each section will report to for the day and where to meet up before dinner and dismisses us.

The day is finally over and I sit on the family room couch waiting for my roommates to return from dinner. I'm not a big fan of eating, especially the crap that they serve at this ancient college campus so I just eat the fruit that I packed in my bag. The door opens and Billy and Josh walk in, they seem to do basically everything together.
"Dude first day is finally over!" Billy yells as he runs to the refrigerator in the kitchen.
"Finally, dude I'm dead. Oh, hey Sky. Me and Billy are gonna cash in early. Have you seen Michael?"

I look up from my bag of apples. "No." I thought that he would be with them, but I guess not. But just then Michael walks in.
"Hey I'm gonna take a shower." Michael walks over to the room with all of the SAT prep books, gets a small bag and a towel. He walks over to the bathroom, glances back quickly and walks in. I finish off my bag of apples while Josh goes into hus room, which is the one across trim mine and Billy into his, the one that the door was closed when I walked by it earlier today. I sit there and think about Michael. He's not the most attractive person but the possibility of him being gay lingers in the back of my mind. Maybe something in his room will shed some light on the question.

I go into his room and first look for any bags of his. All he has is a suitcase and a duffle bag, both of which are empty. I look around and see that under his bed that his clothes are neatly folded in piles. Looking at them would mess up the piles so I decide against it. Giving up I sit down at his desk and start to leaf through his SAT prep books, wondering.

I look at the math section when I feel a presence close by. I look up and see Michael standing at the door with only a towel around his waist and his small bag under his arm. His chest is a little defined, just enough to be seen. And its hairy but it looks trimmed so as not to be unattractive.

He smiles. "Having fun?"

I stand up, slowly and smoothly. "Oh I'm sorry, just......looking around I guess. I'll leave." Most of that statement was a lie. Although I was just looking around, I'm not all that sorry about it and I really don't want to leave.
He closes the door behind him, quietly. "What are you in here exactly? What did you expect to happen if I caught you?"

I walk closer to him. "I mean like I said, I was just looking around." I'm right in front of his face, starring in his deep blue eyes. "But what I expect to happen is a lot different from what I want to happen." I lied again, I knew exactly what was going to happen. How much I want it to happen is a question that I don't know the answer to.

He leans in. "Good" Our lips meet. Its a solid minute before they part and our tongues fill each others mouths. His strog arms lean me over to his bed and he lays me down on it a little on the rough side. I rub up and down his slightly hairy back, feeling every muscle as he starts at my waist and slides his hands up, slowly taking off my shirt. He rubs his hands over my chest, slightly pinching my nipples. He moves down to my belt buckle and starts to undo it. I slide my hands down his back and under his towel, feeling his ass.

He grunts, erotically and I grunt the same. He strips off my jeans, leaving me in my tight neon blue briefs and gently caresses my hair. I manage to undo the towel and slide it off of him and I get my first glimpse at his cock. Its a descent size, a little bigger than mine, about 7 inches tops. I flip him over and slowly go down towards his crotch while he watches me with the eyes of a predator. I make my way to his nipples and suck each of them then progress even further down. I use my tongue to caress his trail of hair that leads down to my final destination. I make my way to his cock and slowly engulf it with my mouth.

I use my tongue on the head while I go up and down on him. He moans with pleasure while I fondle his hairy balls with my hand.

"That's right. Wow.......you're.....good at this." He is almost completely breathless and can barely get his words out while I suck his beautiful cock. He starts to thrust his hips upward and this is my sign that he's close. I wonder if I should let this continue or leave him wanting more. As I choose the latter I start going faster and faster still using my tongue on the head. He grunts one final time as he thrusts his cock down the back of my throat and I feel his warm cum in my mouth. I savor the taste until I finally swallow all of it. Not letting one drop slip out. I look up at him and see his satisfied gaze as I suck his cock until all of the cum is gone.

I stand up and grab all of my clothes quickly.
"Wait, is that it?" He sounds like a pleading dog wanting his treat.

I turn around and smile my sect smile. "For now." And I walk out of his room, trying to hide my huge hardon.
As i lie in my bed wide awake, I think of what the heck I might have just gotten myself into.