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Damiano was a typically outgoing guy. He enjoyed basketball, and music that a guy who looked like him wouldn't be caught listening to in the wrong place.
One day after school he found himself at a band practice for that one duo. Were they siblings? He couldn't remember.
“We have a singer,” the girl said.
“Im better,” the athletic male declared.
“Prove it then. And make it quick we don't have all day.”
Damiano then decided that he would blow their minds.
He started singing his favorite song, the lovecats by the cure. It didn't match his usual pop music taste, but it was a classic.
After getting through the first verse he was stopped by the guitarist, he had forgotten his name, too.
“You're too pop.” he said.
Damiano was entirely dumbfounded. Too pop? What does that even mean?
“What he means is that you're in gym clothes singing the only non mainstream song you know. Maybe come back here with a decent style and we’ll consider letting you join, but for now we cant have a jock as our singer,” the girl spoke.
The blonde guitar player sighed, damiano knew he was shy but didnt know he had the girl speaking up for him.
“Come on.” Damiano complained, “Your current singer sounds like ass, and I'm bilingual, so i can write in english. Also I write music already.”
“Show us.” the younger boy said.
The athlete then reached into his insanely messy backpack to pull out a crumpled paper.
The top of the paper read choosen.
“Isn't it spelt chosen?” the girl asked.
“If you're bilingual then you should at least know the difference.”
“You don't have to be a smartass Vic,” the guitar player said while laughing.
So her name was Vic? Maybe it was short for Victoria? The boy’s thoughts were interrupted by the girl, vic.
“If you're really serious about this, I guess you can join.”
She was cut off by the guitar player groaning.
“Shut up Tommy, we need a new singer and you know it.” she snapped then turned back to me.
“Be here tomorrow after school, if you're not at this exact time then we’ll stick with our old singer no matter how bad we need you.” she continued.
Damiano nodded and grabbed the paper she was holding out for him.
“Give me your phone.” she said.
“Huh?”
“Give me your phone.” she repeated. “I'm making a group chat for the band.”
He nodded again and reached into his basketball shorts pocket pulling out his cracked phone.
The girl started typing and eventually gave the phone back.
-
A few days later Damiano found himself on the floor of his new friend, Victoria's bedroom.
It was a nice room, full of cool hippie things, like vinyl's of insanely cool bands like The Mama’s And The Papa’s, Jimi Hendrix, and even Jefferson Airplane.
“You have good music taste,” Damiano said to strike a conversation.
Both Victoria and Thomas looked at him.
“I know, those are actually Thomas’ though. He keeps a lot of his stuff here.”
“I keep forgetting that you guys aren't related.'' Damiano remarked.
They both shrugged it off and went back to tuning their instruments.
“When you tried to get in the band you were singing The Lovecats, yeah?” Thomas asked.
“Mhm.” Damiano answered.
“Let's play it again.” he declared while plugging in his yellow guitar.
They each got set up and next thing they knew they were playing.
-
The next day it was just Damiano and Victoria. Thomas wasn't feeling well so the two decided that they'd hangout.
“You like Thomas don't you?” Victoria pointed out. Her voice made it sound more like a statement than a question.
“What?” Damiano asked more to confirm he heard her right.
“You're always looking at him. And when you are, you have a certain look in your eye.”
So she pays attention to detail, maybe he looks at everyone like that.
“I-i don't know,'' Damiano tried to play it cool, but he stuttered.
“He's a little young,” Damiano added.
“You're seventeen?”
He nodded.
“Thomas is fifteen next week,” she said.
“That still doesn't make it much better. He's like two years behind me.”
“You're not good at math,” Victoria started to correct him. “Me and you are in the same year. He's only a year behind us.
“Vic Thomas is fourteen right now, that's kind of weird.”
“You never said you didn't like him.'' She changed the subject.
“He's really pretty, for a guy.”
“Saying for a guy doesn't exactly excuse that you like a boy.”
“It's not that big of a deal. And I wouldn't actually make a move on him or anything until he's eighteen, if we even know each other by then.`` Damiano felt the need to add the last part.
“We’re gonna get famous. I can feel it.” Vic spoke up after a short pause.
“We have no drummer,” Damiano decided to doubt her, just to test her not to actually start an issue.
“Thomas texted me and said he put out an ad for a drummer. We need one obviously.”
Damiano hummed and looked into Victoria's eyes.
“You're pretty,” he said without realizing.
“It's all the makeup,” she laughed.
“No you're naturally really beautiful,” he argued.
She shrugged.
“Wanna try some?” she asked.
“Some what?” At this rate Damiano was starting to question whether or not he had a listening problem or she was actually offering to put makeup on him.
“Makeup, dummy.”
His skin began to redden.
“Really?” he asked on his own accord.
“Sit back so I can get the makeup bag,” she said, answering his question.
Once she got the bag she positioned herself on Damiano's lap almost.
“Um-” he started, skin nearly crimson.
“Shut up it's not like we’re doing anything wrong, and you'd look really pretty with makeup.”
Damiano swallowed hard. The last thing he wanted right now was to get a boner with a girl on his lap.
But without realizing Victoria had started slightly squirming.
At this point Damiano couldn't breathe.
“Relax, I'm almost done. I'm only doing your eyes for now.”
He couldn't talk.
It's not like he was a stranger to being around girls, he’s had plenty of girlfriends in the past, in fact he's been with so many girls he lost count. However, right now was different. Everything felt insanely sexual and he didn't want to mess anything up.
“Okay I'm done.” she noted.
Damiano was trying not to hyperventilate.
Vic then reached over him to find a mirror, except without noticing she brushed against his struggling dick.
That was it for him. Damiano couldn't help it. His dick had started to stir up.
He held his breath praying that Victoria wouldn't notice. He would die if she found out.
But to his misfortune Victoria repositioned herself.
She was almost right on his dick, and the man couldn't breathe anymore.
His face was so red and he was even starting to break a nervous sweat.
“Damia?” she asked.
He didn't respond. He just looked at her in shame.
She started laughing slightly which to his surprise caused his dick, that was now fully rock hard, straining against the zipper of his jeans, and beginning to hurt, to twitch.
He felt like he was going to have a panic attack.
“Hey,” she started, “it's okay, you can't control it.”
Her voice was soothing, it made the boy want to melt.
“Um–can I touch you?” she asked.
Damiano was panicking now.
“Hey it’s okay if now, you know you don't have to,” she assured him in a very calm, patient voice.
“Y-you can,” Damiano didn't know what was wrong with him. He never stuttered. He was supposed to be the outgoing singer who people would look at and notice how sure of himself he was.
Right now though he felt useless. He'd always been the leader with girls. Even if he had never done anything with one, he'd always just be the dominant one.
Victoria then stared into his now seemingly shy eyes.
“Can I kiss you?” she asked.
The male nodded and next thing he knew he was making out with the prettiest girl he had ever seen.
Once she pulled away he had tried to chase her lips without realizing, then he blushed even harder than before once noticing.
“Have you ever done anything like this?” he asked the girl, who was now grinding on his lap, through gritted teeth.
“Not exactly,” she said.
Damiano didn't know what that meant, right now his main focus was to be quiet so Vic's dad, or even worse (her sister) wouldn't walk in.
“I've only eaten out a girl once.” she spoke.
“I'm not a girl,” Damiano protested, his brain not fully processing what she was saying, because he was currently feeling a new kind of pleasure that he could only dream of.
“You're as beautiful as one though.”
This made Damiano's body react in a way it never had before. He felt like a kid as he struggled to breathe.
Before he knew it that comment had made him cum all over the inside of his jeans.
The boy was panting and felt so much shame wash over his already embarrassed face.
“Fuck.” he cursed.
“Fuck I'm sorry Vic–i-i didn't mean t-to,” he felt like he was going to die. He had never felt like this before.
“It's okay Dam, it’s your first time. Guys always cum fast their first time.” she spoke with a hint of humor in her tone.
“I've never cum that fast before.” he had to admit.
“I guess I'm just that good,” Vic shrugged, causing the tension in the room to leave.
“You didn't cum though,” the boy brought up.
“I bet you wouldn't be able to make me anyway,” she spoke.
“I beg to differ,” Damiano objected.
“I would let you prove it but I hate being disappointed.”
“Come on, I know how to make girls cum.”
“That's what they all say,” Vic spoke with a hint of teasing in her voice.
Damiano brushed it off. “Whatever,” he spoke.
“What am I going to do about my pants?” he asked.
Vic shrugged. “Sleep here?” she offered.
“On the floor?” he asked genuinely, then realized how stupid the question was when Victoria began laughing hysterically.
“Sleep here and I'll wash your jeans,” she barely got out from the uncontrollable laughter.
“I'm glad you joined the band,” she said after calming down from her laughter.
“I'm glad you let me,” the boy spoke while burying his head into Victoria's shoulder.