The Corps - Chap 5

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Previously...

link to Chapter 4

The season began and Evan got his first dose of drum corps while at the same time, losing weight.

Chapter 5: Finals


?Keep it up, bro!? Dylan encouraged as Evan huffed and puffed through his fourth lap around the football field, the other boy right on his heels.

The mid-August sun beat down on the back of his tanned neck, his drenched T-shirt stuck to his skin, but he kept going. One foot in font of the other. One foot in front of the other. That had become his mantra whenever he ran. It was dumb, but it seemed to work.

?You?re almost there,? Dylan yelled. Evan kept his mind focused even as his legs began to feel like jelly, begging him to stop and take a break. But he kept running; he had to?only 50 yards to go. His heart pounding in his chest, sweat stinging his eyes, he saw the finish line of the track grow closer and closer. Then, with a final burst of energy he finished the lap and slowed to a stop. His lungs took in a heavenly gulp of air, his legs wobbled slightly as he headed over to the water jugs for a much-needed drink.

?Good job,? Dylan congratulated him, clapping him on the back. ?Where did that sprint at the end come from?? Evan shrugged. He didn?t know. ?Do you realize that you just ran a full mile?? he asked.

?I did?? Evan echoed in shock. Dylan nodded.

?It was a little slow,? he said, smiling that brilliant white smile of his, ?but you couldn?t have done that a few months ago.?

He was right. At the beginning of the summer, Evan would never have been able to do what he just did ? jog four laps of a 400-meter track and still have enough to make a mad dash to the finish. But a lot had changed since the beginning of the summer. When he first began, just one lap was a challenge, but Dylan had him run every day during tour and pretty soon one lap wasn?t so bad anymore. Then, two laps started becoming manageable?and then three laps. It wouldn?t be long, Evan knew, and even four laps ? a whole mile ? would become as easy as a single turn around the track was now.

?You?re looking good out there,? Wayne complimented, coming up to him. Evan grinned proudly at his big brother.

?Thanks,? he replied and looked over his shoulder.

The corps had taken a break in rehearsal and a horde of thirsty musicians was heading toward the water jugs. Nearly every guy had his shirt off ? including Wayne ? and they all looked in incredible shape. Eight weeks of marching and playing day in and day out had done its work on their bodies. The bigger guys had lost weight and the trimmer ones had become more defined. Evan glanced at his brother who was looking more cut than ever. His abs stood out even when relaxed and he had these cool-looking veins snaking down the length of his biceps?kind of like the ones on Dylan?s biceps but bigger and more pronounced.

?You guys look good, too,? Evan said. ?On the field, I mean,? he quickly added, embarrassed that he was looking at his own brother?s muscles. He nervously removed his glasses and started rubbing the sweat off of them. He couldn?t help but notice the other guys? bodies ? from the lithe, agile color guard guys to the beefy, muscular tuba players. It was awesome to watch them get fitter and fitter as the summer wore on. But it was even better watching his own body transform.

As the weeks progressed ? and as Dylan led him through his training regimen ? Evan was amazed at how he changed. He had already lost some weight before tour started, weighing a still-chubby 172 pounds back in June, but since then, that number had gone nowhere but down. At each high school gym the corps stayed at, Dylan found a scale where they could check his progress ? usually in the school locker room ? and Evan watched as the pounds slowly came off.

In Carson, California, two weeks into tour, he had gotten down to 165 pounds. In Fayetteville, Arkansas, he hit 160. In Augusta, Georgia he was closing in on 155. And just yesterday in Carmel, Indiana, he was 152 pounds. He couldn?t believe how thin he was getting. In fact, he had lost so much weight, the shorts he had packed were too big for him now and he had to borrow Dylan?s.

Meanwhile, Dylan had put on a couple of pounds of pure muscle himself, weighing in yesterday at 148 pounds. Evan couldn?t believe that he was only four pounds heavier than Dylan when he used to be almost 50. Of course, their bodies still could not have looked any different. Dylan was ripped to shreds, seemingly nothing but muscle on his bones while Evan still had some fat on his.

Dylan explained that it was easier to lose fat than to gain muscle. Plus, according to him, their schedule didn?t allow him to do the weight training needed to pack on size. It made sense, but Dylan still seemed dissatisfied with his own progress. Evan didn?t see why ? he looked amazing. His abs were ridiculously cut and his biceps bulged impressively. Not to mention, he was always getting attention from the color guard girls...

?You know, you look kinda cute without glasses,? a voice that was unmistakably Jimmie?s commented. As usual, he had popped out of nowhere and made Evan jump. He threw his glasses back on and looked up.

?Uh, thanks,? he answered, blushing. Jimmie placed his hands on his thin hips and cocked his head to one side.

?I guess Dylie?s working his magic on ya, huh,? he said with a wink. Evan blinked back, again puzzled by the guy?s enigmatic comments...like the time he hinted that Dylan was gay. Well, if he was, he certainly didn?t let on. ?You?re looking svelte,? Jimmie continued. ?Pretty soon, you?ll start looking like Dylie over there.? He nodded over to where Dylan was flirting with a couple color guard girls, making them laugh.

?Yeah, right,? Evan scoffed.

?Hey, you never know,? he shrugged, his mouth curling up into a charming grin. Wait, Evan thought, does he have a crush on me? He suddenly felt a funny feeling in his chest, a feeling he had never had before. He watched Jimmie?s ass wiggle as he walked back toward the field. No one in his life had ever been attracted to him.

What the hell was he thinking? He was fat ? yeah, he had lost a bunch of weight, but he wasn?t good-looking or had any of the charm that Dylan had. Jimmie was just playing with him. He?d probably continue to trim down and go on to play football in high school. That didn?t mean he?d be popular.

?It?s almost time, bro,? Dylan interrupted, checking his watch. ?We should go load the truck.? Immediately, Evan snapped to and followed his buddy to the truck where the drumline was already preparing to load their equipment.

It was a task that had become routine over the last eight weeks. Fitting all that stuff into the long, narrow interior of the truck was like piecing together a jigsaw puzzle. There seemed to be only one way it all went in and how they had figured it out, Evan could only guess. Dylan was usually the one who directed it as if he was a traffic cop, leaving Evan to help the drumline lift everything into the truck. He had built up a little bit of strength over the summer, but he still was weak compared to everyone else ? he still couldn?t carry those water jugs, at least when they were full. However, he knew he?d be working on that during football season. Next year, he?d be able to pull his weight?and then some, hopefully.

Once everything was packed up, Dylan and Evan boarded the bus, the air-conditioning feeling cool against the sweat on their skin. That was another thing Evan had gotten used to. He seemed to sweat 24/7, but he had grown to like it ? it was a sign of his hard work. The bus drove them to a nearby school and like clockwork, the whole corps poured into the building for their much-needed showers.

This was definitely one of Evan?s favorite parts of the day. He loved the touch of the water against his warm, tanned skin. Hours in the sun had darkened it a deep bronze and as he lost weight, he for the first time in years saw the shape of his body. He could now make out the slope of his shoulders, the roundness of his hips, even the slight contour of his chest. His love handles and gut were a fraction of what they once were and he could move more freely as he soaped himself up.

Naturally, he snuck peeks at Dylan who always stood next to him. He loved how his muscles shifted underneath his skin, how his broad shoulders tapered down to his narrow waist, how the soap flowed through the crevices in his abs. Man, it would be awesome to have a body like that, Evan thought. Just then, he felt the awkward tingle in his balls and immediately looked away, afraid that he would pop a boner right there in front of everyone.

He quickly glanced down at his dick. Luckily, it was still flaccid, dangling limply between his still somewhat plump thighs. It was thick, just like the rest of him ? certainly thicker than Dylan?s, who?s seemed the perfect size for his slim, ripped body. Somehow, he felt happy about that. Would it still be thick when he lost more weight?or would it get skinny like Dylan?s?

?Hey, stop playing around down there,? Dylan said, chuckling. ?You?ve had it all your life.? Evan froze, suddenly aware that he had been fondling his own cock and starting blushing.

?Sorry,? he muttered.

?Whatever, bro,? Dylan grinned, obviously not as ashamed about the conversation ? he let his penis swing barely a foot from Evan?s hip. ?At least you?re hung,? he added. Evan froze.

?What?? he exhaled. Why was Dylan talking about the size of his cock?

?The girls will really dig that thing inside of ?em,? he elaborated, unaffected, ?if you know what mean.? He winked, his abs tightening up as he laughed.

?Oh?yeah,? Evan replied, unsure of what to think. Surely, this was just jock talk. Jocks always compared dicks and stuff, right?

?Bro,? Dylan continued, ?when you start football in the fall, you?ll understand.? The two boys stepped out of the shower area and grabbed their towels ? Evan immediately covered himself up while Dylan let himself hang free for a few more moments. ?The girls go crazy over jocks like us.?

?Us?? He hadn?t meant for the word to slip from his throat, but he couldn?t help it. Had Dylan just called him a jock?

?Yeah, bro,? he grinned broadly and impulsively flexed his pecs, making Evan glad he had covered his crotch ? his dick was beginning to stir at the sight. ?You?re losing weight, you?re getting into shape, you?re gonna go out for the football team when you get home?bro, you?re pretty much a jock now.?

?Really,? Evan?s eyes widened. A jock? The word sounded so foreign to him, so strange.

?Yep,? Dylan nodded. ?Spend some time in the weight room over the next year and you can come back next season a beast!? He clapped Evan on the back and winked again. Evan couldn?t help but smile back. A beast? He kind of liked the sound of that.



The evening of finals was a whirlwind. The routine was the same one the corps had done since the beginning of the summer ? warm up in the parking lot, get a final pep talk from the instructors and line up outside the stadium gates before marching out onto the field ? but there was definitely a new air about the whole corps. Everyone seem filled to the brim with excitement, anticipation and a tinge of nervousness. And for the members of the truck crew, it was no different.

Evan couldn?t remember ever feeling the way he did as he helped the pit roll their equipment onto the field. When he moved a xylophone into position on the front sideline, he glanced up at the crowd of over 40,000 that filled the stands above him. It was by far the biggest audience the Cavaliers had had to date and it was thrilling. He couldn?t wait to see how it affected their performance. Dylan told him that there was nothing like playing your last performance of the season in front of a huge crowd and Evan could only imagine how his brother felt.

Of course, when it finally came time for them to perform, the Cavaliers were amazing. The energy the corps gave off during the show was matched only by the reaction the crowd gave them after they were finished. Dylan nudged him in the side and grinned, his beautiful green eyes piercing into him. Evan felt his heart seemingly skip a beat, causing him to hesitate before smiling back. After all the corps performed, they marched back onto the field lined up in formation for the awards ceremony. It was a bit of a letdown when they got second place, but the color guard won their caption and the trophy they received was gigantic!

Later, Evan gazed up at the trophy as it stood towering above him, proudly displayed on a table in the lobby of the hotel they were staying at for the weekend. It shone brightly in the dim light of the room, the little gold figure at the top glistening brilliantly.

?It looks cool, huh?? Jimmie popped up behind him, placing his hand on his shoulder.

?Yeah,? Evan answered, slightly dazed.

?The percussion judges fucked us over,? he went on, ?but at least we got this baby.? He pointed vaguely at the trophy, teetering slightly as he did. It was obvious that he was considerably drunk. Evan looked down at the beer can in his hand. Jimmie noticed what he was looking at and grinned. ?It?s finals,? he explained. ?Everyone drinks. You want one??

?Uh,? Evan blinked. He had never drunk before ? except for that sip of wine his grandmother offered him one Christmas. ?I?m only 15,? he said. And he had just turned 15 a week earlier. Jimmie laughed.

?Hey, Little Gamble,? he slurred. ?Almost everyone is underage. No one cares. It?s fucking finals, man!? Evan sighed. I guess one beer won?t hurt, he thought.

?Ok,? he said reluctantly.

?That?s my boy!? Jimmie gushed and pulled him to a huge cooler that was full of beer cans. ?The Canadians brought real Labatt, not the fake shit they export.? He dug his hand into the ice-cold water and fished out a can. ?Here ya go! Drink up!? He gave him a wink before flitting away once again.

?Thanks,? Evan uttered, nervously popping the top and taking his first swig of alcohol. Instantly, his face scrunched up as the bitterness hit his tongue. People drink this stuff, he asked himself.

?Hey, bro! What the hell are you doing?? Dylan suddenly scolded. Evan jumped at the sight of him. He was only wearing his basketball shorts and ? holy crap ? he looked hot. His bronzed skin shimmered, the overhead lights casting shadows over his pecs and abs. His shoulder muscles rippled with every movement he made and his biceps bulged as he bent his arms. But the way his eyes sparkled?damn?

?Huh?? Evan stammered, nearly spilling his beer can.

?If you?re under 21, you?re supposed to drink out of a red cup,? Dylan explained, pointing to his own red cup and grabbing another from a nearby table. ?That way, the corps doesn?t get into trouble.?

?Oh, sorry,? he apologized. How was he supposed to know? He took the cup from Dylan and poured his beer into it, watching the liquid foam up as it neared the rim.

?Hi, Dylan,? a slinky color guard girl ? apparently also drunk ? slithered up to him and wrapped her arms around his ripped torso. Dylan immediately smirked and met the girl?s eyes.

?Whatsup,? he answered back coolly. The girl giggled, her eyes drifting down his body and settling on his cock?which was beginning to tent his shorts. Evan shifted his legs to keep his own from doing the same thing. ?Catch ya later, bro,? he quipped before stealing off with her. Evan saw him grab the girl?s butt and reach over to stick his tongue down her throat before heading into the elevator. He sighed. It looked like Dylan really was going to be getting some pussy after all. Like that would ever happen to me, he thought. And with that, he chugged the rest of his beer, ignoring the taste and grabbed another one.



Evan stumbled down the hallway, leaning heavily against the wall for a moment before moving on. It had happened so fast, he never saw it coming. He felt fine after his second beer?and his third. But after the fourth, he lost count and now he was definitely drunk. The walls and carpet were moving fast, yet he swore he was standing still. Not far ahead of him was the back door to the hotel. Someone ? he forgot who now ? had told him that some fresh air would be good for him.

Still feeling the taste of alcohol on his tongue, Evan continued down the hall, lunging for the door. It opened easier than he expected and he collapsed to his knees on the concrete. Suddenly, the churning in his stomach that had been gradually rising came up to his throat and he puked all over the grass in front of him.

?Hey, man,? a soft, calm voice said from above. Evan?s head was spinning, but he somehow managed to look at the speaker. It was Kyle Sikowsky, the drum major. He apparently had been hanging out behind the hotel smoking a cigarette?except it didn?t look like any cigarette Evan had ever seen. And it certainly didn?t smell like one, either. Instead of the stale smoker?s breath that he had always smelled on his grandmother, the stench coming from Kyle was different?sweet almost. ?You feel better, man?? he drawled, his eyelids drooping a little more than normal.

?Mm,? Evan moaned, unable to make out a sensible word. Everything was still spinning and his insides were still churning, his head pounding. Trying to get more comfortable, he rolled over onto his back.

?No,? Kyle immediately grabbed his arm and gently tipped him on his side. ?You shouldn?t be on your back if you?re throwing up,? he said. No sooner had the guy spoke, Evan felt his stomach come up to his throat again and he threw up a second time. His eyes were tearing from the effort. ?There you go,? Kyle soothed. ?Come on, you should probably head back to your room, open the window.?

?Yeah,? Evan forced out, somehow feeling slightly better now that he puked. He positioned his arms to get up, Kyle helping him to his feet. Once he was upright again, Evan looked over at him thankfully.

?No problem,? he read his mind. ?You wanna hit?? he asked, holding up the cigarette?or whatever it was. Evan shook his head. ?Whatever,? Kyle muttered, his eyelids drooping even more. He held the door open for him, softly patting him on the back in the process. ?Feel better, man.?

?Yeah,? Evan repeated, stepping inside. He didn?t know how he did it, but he made it to the elevator and found his room, happy to almost be in bed where he could sleep off the rest of the night.

But as soon as he entered, it quickly became apparent that something was going on inside. He heard the whine of a creaking bed, the grunts of heavy breathing, the slap of two sweaty bodies hitting against each other. If he had been sober, Evan probably would have not gone a step further, but in his drunken stupor ? and with a soft bed calling him ? he didn?t put two and two together until he actually saw Dylan lying completely naked on top of the color guard girl from the lobby.

He was humping her like crazy, his tight bubble butt pulsating up and down like a piston, his face attacking her neck like a rabid dog. The girl?s mouth was open ? though no sound was coming out ? and her eyes were staring blankly up at nothing as if she was in a trance. Her hands gripped the muscles of Dylan?s upper back firmly, her fingers practically digging into his traps. The sweat shimmered on both of their tanned bodies as they went at it.

Evan collapsed to his knees again, nearly puking at the shock of walking in on his drum corps buddy fucking a girl. It was nothing like what he had seen in those porn videos. This was raw, primal ? the sounds that came out of Dylan?s mouth were?almost scary?yet it looked exciting at the same time. Evan stared at how Dyan?s butt-cheeks flexed, how the ridges of his lower back muscles popped out of his skin each time he thrust his cock into the girl. God, how he wished he could be thrusting himself into Dylan right now, feeling that hard ass pressed up against his pelvis, his hands cupped around Dylan?s warm, hard pecs from behind.

He groaned loudly, leaning his head against the wall, not able to take his eyes off of the boy.

Suddenly, the girl shrieked as she spotted Evan staring at them. Dylan jumped and bounced off of the bed, clutching a pillow over his exposed crotch. The girl pulled the sheets over her bare body, her breasts bouncing around like water balloons.

?What the fuck, bro!? Dylan exclaimed. ?Get the fuck outta here!?

?Wha!? Evan tried to scramble up, finally coming to. ?Sorry!? He scampered to the door barely on his feet and rolled back out into the hallway, not resting until he was sitting against the wall on the other side. The door slammed shut behind him, the Do Not Disturb card swinging back and forth.

How could he have been so stupid? How could he have not expected them to notice him gawking at them like they were animals in the zoo? Evan straightened his glasses and sighed. He had just walked in on Dylan having sex with a girl. He almost started crying?mainly because he didn?t know what else to do.

?What?s up, Little Gamble?? Jimmie asked, startling Evan as usual. He hadn?t seen him coming down the hall toward him.

?Nothing,? he muttered, gazing blankly at the guy?s brown feet. Even just standing there, he seemed to be in the middle of a dancing pose ? one toe stretched out as if tracing circles lightly in the carpet.

?You walked in on Dylie, didn?t you?? he surmised, getting down onto his knees next to Evan. Evan nodded after a few seconds hesitation. Jimmie grinned ? he was obviously still drunk. ?Tell me, was it a girl or a guy??

?Huh?? Evan squinted, peering over at him. He was leaning against the wall with him, their shoulders touching.

?It?s a simple question,? Jimmie continued, tilting his head closer to him. ?Was Dylie screwing a boy or a girl?? The way he spoke sounded funny, like the way a Kindergarten teacher asks a student what 2 plus 2 equals.

?I?? Evan began, not able to get another word out. His felt a lump in his throat and saw nothing but Jimmie?s huge brown eyes gazing back at him.

Suddenly, he let go. Evan feel forward and touched his lips against Jimmie?s. Instantly, their tongues met and they began kissing. A rush flushed through Evan like he had never felt before in his life. He grabbed onto the first thing he could find to brace himself ? Jimmie?s shoulders ? and sensed his body being drawn even further into the warm embrace of his long, slender arms.

And then, he passed out.

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Hmmm... So Dylan appears to like girls, or at least put on a convincing show implying that he does. Jimmie keeps suggesting to Evan that Dylie is Gay or maybe Bi... But at this point I'm not sure Jimmie is a reliable source of information. Maybe Jimmie doesn't have a clue and shares Evans wishful thinking...

Evan did piss Dylan off by walking in on him... but I think Dylan will forgive Evan for walking in but but he will be pissed that Evan got drunk more. And if Evan and Jimmie go through with what they seem to be starting that could seriously damage Evan and Dylan's relationship. Particularly if Dylan finds them curled up together. If Evan was sober I think he would be as revolted as I am by the idea of Evan swapping spit with Jimmie and rather hope he comes to his senses before it goes further... Personally, it would be cool for Dylan to be straight and for Evan to come to the realization that he is straight too and for them to just be buddies... Although, I think Evan will need to "square his accounts" with Dylan before they can bond as equals... That is where I see Dan fitting in right now Dan will some how place Dylan in peril and Evan will rescue him...

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