AND THE BAND PLAYED ON

Larry McIntyre was a Texas A&M Band Drum Major

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By Richard de Orizaba

I check bulletin boards periodically; sometimes you can find interesting things in them…I have hooked up with some very talented and hot studs that way. This one had placed a card with a phone number soliciting a ride back to Harlingen for the Christmas break. The notice said he would be willing to pay for gas and help drive. Since Harlingen is not too far from Eagle Pass I called the guy. His name was Larry McIntyre and was one of the few people at the time that actually had a phone line in his room. He said that we should meet and set a “date” at the cafeteria. 

A few hours later I was sitting in the commons waiting for him. When he made his appearance it was with such bombastic and confident demeanor that I took notice. I also noticed that he was extremely handsome; he had cropped short dark hair and was on the thin side. The face was extraordinarily beautiful. He shook my hand with the strength of a stevedore and made eye contact the way I like it; a smile accompanied it and the smile opened up to show the most perfect teeth I had seen in a while. 

Larry explained that he was going home for the holidays but had to get back to College Station on the 30^th because he was in the marching band and they were playing in the Rose Bowl that year. I told him that I didn’t mind picking him up on the 29^th because I wanted to be in Houston for the New Year. So we agreed and I went to pick him up Saturday morning around 6 am. 

The conversation during the trip consisted mostly of his being in the band. He was a drum major and explained that unlike many bands, the drum majors are not in charge of the band as a whole. Since the band is part of the Corps, it has its own unit commander, a Cadet Colonel. 

Due to necessity for military functions, the Band Commander is accorded the privilege of the first file in bugle rank (the lead rank of the band and that was Larry). During formal military ceremonies, the commander carries a saber instead of a bugle, as do all other commanders. Subordinate to the Band Commander are the unit commanders of A-Battery, B-Battery, A-Company, and B-Company; the Batteries are called the Artillery Band and the Companies the Infantry Band. The two bands perform together for halftime shows, but are often split for minor performances such as local parades and functions where the entire band is not needed. Furthermore, the band is composed of three different ROTC programs and appoints commanders to manage and train the cadets within their respective ROTC affiliations.

On the field, the band is led by three drum majors and the twelve members of bugle rank. Each drum major carries a mace and directs the band based on its movements and whistle commands during a drill. The head drum major is a Cadet Lieutenant colonel, while the two side drum majors, the Infantry Side Drum Major and the Artillery Side Drum Major, are Cadet Majors.

Bugle rank consists of the Band Commander and eleven other senior cadets who are well-respected in the band and have impeccable marching abilities. Each Bugle rank member carries a bugle with a banner; most of the bugles are functional, but are never played during a performance. Together, the drum majors and bugle rank lead the band through the maneuvers on the field. In addition to their primary functions within the band, the bugles and maces also serve a military ceremonial function and are used to salute commissioned officers, much as a rifleman would salute with a rifle or a commander would salute with a saber.

I got the impression that the band itself was very militaristic in its scope and that it functioned as a surrogate of the armed forces. Larry then told me that his plans were to get his degree and join the Marine Corps where he intended to get into their band.

All this was fascinating to me never having had any military contacts or spoken to someone who was so gun-ho about the military or a marching band. Of course, football is at the center of all this and Texas A&M Aggies and The University of Texas Longhorns have long kept a tradition of rivalry as intense as any in America. The degree of dedication almost borders on fanaticism and I could detect some animosity, even envy in his voice and his statements. The Aggies are forever crossed with UT. 

All through the trip Larry kept groping himself which didn’t get lost on me, so I groped myself too…and Larry looked…no, he actually stared at my bulge which started to grow. That stopped right then and there as we made a stop to have some breakfast. I think that Larry got discouraged or embarrassed. We had some eggs and bacon and a lot of coffee. We continued on the trip and now Larry was kind of distant, disconnected. He did the driving and I went to the back seat to get a little nap. I woke up and we were entering Harlingen. I left him at his home in the outskirts of town…basically a run-down farm and he gave me the phone number for me to call him for the return trip.

I spent the Christmas holidays with the folks and didn’t give Larry much thought until it was time to return. I called him to say I was leaving Eagle Pass and should be there in a while. He said he was “taking a shower for you”. What the fuck did he mean by that? I couldn’t wait to find out.

Upon arriving at his house, he greeted me with a hug…a little too tight and not customary but I took it to mean he was happy to see me. He was wearing a striped shirt with the stripes running horizontally…something only a thin person can get away with and he lifted the shirt to show me his tats. This was now getting personal and interesting. I asked him where his parents were and he said they owned and operated a little grocery store and would not be back until way past nine in the evening. He had said his good-byes to them the night before. So I got it…we were alone in the house and Larry was actually trying to seduce me. I wasn’t wrong. 

Larry didn’t stop at lifting his shirt to show me his tats; he continued and took off the striped shirt and then was left in a black t-shirt which he removed almost immediately after that. I knew then that something was going to happen because if we were to leave on our return trip taking off his clothes was not part of the scheme of things.

Larry sat and watched my reaction, he lit a cigarette and with his shirt off I kind of smiled and winked which encouraged going further. Larry was now lowering his pants

“Nice body Larry” I said

“Thanks, do you want to see more?” he answered.

Me: “sure, why not…do you mind if I take off my clothes too?”

By now Larry was kind of reclining and in his underwear. He grabbed his crotch and then pulled them down to reveal his cock; it wasn’t too big and it was cut. I was now in my skivvies and my 12 inch cock was raging, fighting to get out. Larry looked and noticed that what I had was no ordinary garden variety snake. He raised an eyebrow, told me to show it to him and then he changed positions with his ass protruding and wiggling.

“Richard, would you like to fuck my ass with that huge cock of yours?”

I then got behind him and penetrated his bum hole. He was immediately transported into ecstasy judging by the sounds he was making. “Oh, dam, that is enormous, oh shit, oh, that is such a big cock…the biggest I ever had fuck my ass…yeah, oh shit, that hurts…oh, oh, yeah, yeah, fuck me, fuck my ass…it hurts but it hurts so good”

I began to vigorously fuck Larry and he was shooting his load without even touching himself. I then came inside his ass and we were on our way back to College Station. 

I watched the Rose Bowl game and the Rose Parade on television and they focused on him in his white uniform holding a saber…He looked dashing. The Aggies lost but I gained a fuck buddy. Larry became a regular at my house on Ethridge Street. He even hooked up with Big Mother Fucking Jimmy for a while and in one of their sexual encounters invited me in for a three-way.