We were all staying in the hotel. There were a lot of us, and the parade was tiring, but afterwards the group split up and went all over town sightseeing.

I had just taken a shower and slipped on my gym shorts ... I was leaning on the railing of our balcony high above the city and staring at the beautiful sight.

Allan, one of the guys sharing our room was there too. So I knew who it was that came out on the balcony. He stood behind me and his hands on my shoulders didn’t make me jump.

He commented on the sight, and how good we had marched that day. The more he talked, he massaged my shoulders. I told him how good it felt and he moved his hands to where the straps had surrounded my shoulders above my pecs.

I closed my eyes and felt my cock rise. If anyone in the band was going to touch me like that, Allan was the one I had wished would. He was tall, all American looking, red hair, freckles, swimmers build, and when he played drums I would often just stare ... and miss my own cues.

His hands moved to my pecs and his fingers pinched my nipple. I didn’t comment and he pinched them harder and harder asking me if I felt it at all. I moaned and said yes. He knew I liked it.

I made small talk about the band, how good I thought he was, how I had loved to watch him in the rock band he was drummer for ... and how much the drum playing had developed his arms. He did have the roundest shoulders ... which I had thought of licking some time in the gym shower with everyone watching.

His hands moved down to my stomach as he made comments that I wasn’t in bad shape myself ... my stomach especially. It was true, the good lord had had given me a defined stomach, and when I swam a lot, it got even more defined ... as did my legs, butt, and back.

His hands slipped down into my gym shorts and rested on either side of my hard cock. They felt warm there ... and he pulled me back so my buns pushed against his cock under the towel he wore.

I moaned my approval and wiggled my butt. It was what I had seen a guy do on a porn tape once when I snuck into one of those sex store booths ... and spent a lot of quarters to learn all I could about man to man sex.

His hands moved around my hips and on my buttocks. He made a remark about them ... how he had looked at me march in the line ahead of him and sometimes lost his beat looking at my butt.

This was all very brave stuff coming from two schoolmates who didn’t know when the others would come bounding into the room.

I let him pull my gym shorts down over my hips, as I continued to watch the scene down in the street. I felt Allan’s cock press against me, all hot and sticky. I felt Allan’s hands spreading my butt cheeks, and felt him place his cockhead against my opening.