I’m a senior in a boy's high school and play tuba in the band. One weekend in my sophomore year our school played a team from another town and the band went there on a school bus. I made sure I set next to Tommy ‘cause I had a crush on him. About an hour into our trip I decided to make a move, and let my hand glide down to Tommie’s lap. He didn’t like it and moved my hand away. Next day the Band Master called me in and informed me that Tommy had talked to him and said he wouldn’t ride on the bus anymore if I was on it. The band leader said since I was the best tubbiest in the state he’d ask the Football coach and see if I could ride on their bus. No one at school ever found out about my move on Tommy.

The whole team was already on the bus when I got on and they were hopping mad that a band member was riding with them.
John: (The team captain): “What the fuck is a fruity bandie doing on our bus?”
Coach: “There’s not enough room on the band bus for him.”
John: “Set in the back fuck face.”

The football team used a commercial bus with a toilet in the back so none of the team set back there. About a half hour into the ride John came back, grabbed his crotch, smirked at me and disappeared into the toilet. I heard his zipper open and crocked my ear as his piss hit the water in the bowl. He opened the door and his dick was still hanging out! He grabbed it and gave a shake and a few drops of piss landed on my cheek. Then he zipped up and strode back up front. I’d never thought about piss before but I liked the warmth of it on my cheek. I wiped it off with the back of my hand and licked it up. He’d left the door opened and hadn’t flushed. I don’t know what came over me but I got down on my knees and drank a big mouth full.

About ten minutes later another player came back. John had told him how he’d flicked piss on me and I hadn’t done anything so he pulled his dick out and waved it at me. He went into the toilet but left the door open. He made sure I could see as he took a long piss. Then he stepped out and shook the last few drops in my face. He pulled his pants down turned around and told me to kiss his ass. I did. Then he went back up front, tapped another player on the shoulder bent over and whispered in his ear. I quickly drank some more from the bowl. A few minutes later the 3rd player came back pulled out his cock and ordered me to scratch his balls. He stood in front of the bowl and told me to hold his pecker as he peed. Then he wiped it on my face, flushed and swaggered back up front. We arrived at the other school and our team won.
As I got back on the bus and moved to the back I noticed that a lot of the players were grabbing their crotches and blowing me kisses. The coach turned down the lights and the bus roared off. Soon John came down the corridor with his dick and balls swinging in front of his pants. All the other players must have seen them. He walked right up to me and commanded me to scratch his balls with my teeth. Then he made me hold his tool as he took a piss. I was nervous and a lot of piss got on the seat.

John: “Look what you’ve done you dumb pussy, on one wants to sit on that. Clean it up with your nose.” He watched me as I did. “Jim said he’d like to watch you drink a handful of his piss. Stay right by the toilet with your hands cupped over the bowl.”
Jim came back leaned forward, spit in my face, took out his pisser and aimed it at my hands and let a gusher go. Then he grabbed the back of my head and forced it into my hands full of piss. He made me drink it all down and then smeared my face on the toilet seat.
Jim: “Lick that mess off the seat! I’ll see you later.” I washed my face in the sink and sit back down.

Then another player came back. “Give me one of your socks!” He stuffed the sock in the sink and relieved his bladder, filling the sink half-up. “Slurp that up with your tongue, now!” I’d emptied most of the piss when I realized someone else was standing there. He began pissing in the sink. “Guzzle it down faster boy!” After I’d cleaned the sink dry he took the sock out of the drain and shoved it into my mouth. “Suck it dry!” Then they both left. I burped and sit back down. Just before the bus pulled in John came back with a large bottle.
John: “The team just filled this up, drink it before you get off the bus.

That was two years ago and I’ve been going to the games on the football bus ever since then.