RECENTLY NAMED: BOGUS : Bunch Of Gay Underappreciated Suckers

Author's Note: Co-written by many crazy GARDEN TOOLS! (Get it?) If you don't like me….or us…. I won't like you either. Other than that you should be fine so read our Romantic Comedy of the LOVE TRIANGLE that has only two corners…….. Plus a gay guard instructor. This story has been moved due to some idiot printing it out and bringing it to the school that the story is based off…..hmmmm. IF YOU ARE READING THIS AND KNOW WHO YOU ARE! YOU THINK HARDER!

INSPIRED BY TRUE PEOPLE……… LOL

GARDEN TOOLS

Black-Sichan

Bikky

Luffy V'shile

Shriekie

SYDNEY!

Disclaimer: Fear me! For they are our bitches! It's a co-ownership.

Chapter 1 Who said the Queers were only in Choir?

Skipper was frustrated.

'Why did Gerul have to have such a sexy ass?' It was the first day of BAND CAMP and Gerul just had to go shirtless. His well toned abs, his perfectly sculpted back, his delicate facial features, and his extremely homosexual shades.

'Why did he have to be so…. What is the word I'm looking for……….. DESIREABLE.

"Gawd I just wanna pound his ass," he shouted to the stalls.

In the distance a lone janitor lifted his head from the toilet seat in the girl's bathroom in question.

'I have to get as perfect as Gerul….. then he'll notice what a fine piece of ass I am.'

He practiced going from 4/4 to 6/8 in the bathroom mirror (cuz god knows he needed to). Hearing someone in the hallway he quickly exited the bathroom.

"Where have you been?" Laura asked. They hadn't seen each other since the end of the school year so she gave him a quick hug. "Gerul and Mr. Toms have been looking for you; you need to help set up the Basics Block." She winked at him and tapped his ass. "Someone's been working out over the summer." Skipper smirked.

"I know, you don't have to tell me twice"

"Getting a little cocky?"

"I'd like to think so." She laughed and shoved him into the band room where Gerul and Mr. Toms were waiting.

"Skip, I've been looking for you. I need you." Skipper shuddered in anticipation from the seductive phrase.

"Sorry I was working on something important."

Mr. Toms looked at Skipper knowingly.

"You kids have fun out in all that heat. I'm going to observe the Pit. (bastards)" Mr. Toms left the two alone.

"So….ummmm… we better get going," Skip stuttered. Gerul nodded and swayed seductively out the door. Skip followed in a trance.

As soon as the rays from the sun hit Gerul's glistening body Skipper had to dash quickly out of sight to make sure his soldier would live to fight another day.

"Skip? Where did you go?" Gerul cried mournfully, running with homosexual enthusiasm towards Skipper's hiding spot. "Why are you hiding in such a silly place you silly goose?" Skipper quickly slammed his legs together, which wasn't actually a very good idea, in an attempt to hide his obvious erection. "Do you have a banana in your pants? Do you have NUTS? I LOVE NUTS."

"Sure Gerul. I'll…share them with you later…" he mumbled. Gerul clapped his hands together jovially and skipped merrily across the parking lot to the awaiting band and unfortunate guard.

--To Gerul --

"Oh G-EEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEeeee-RRrUUUUlllL!" Philip screeched in an attempt to seem cute. Which he couldn't achieve due to his lack of vocal talents. "Where's your lovely little friend?"

"He's off enjoying his banana. And nuts."

Philip raised an eyebrow. "I wish I could have some hinthintwinkwink OHSNAP. I shall go an FETCH him." Philip jazz ran off to Skipper's not so secret hiding place.

"Oh Skippy baby, I was just talking to that fine piece of ass Gerul, and I thought of you. And your banana + nuts. Which I would very much like to take part in. Is the banana ripe for the picking?"

"My banana is reserved for the one I love," Skipper wailed, mock-fainting.

"Why can't you love me? The all powerful Philip? I CAN DO THE SPLITS. Can GERUL do the SPLITS? I DON'T THINK SO. So why don't you want ME?" A rip was heard as Philip demonstrated his mad right-split abilities.

"I don't care about those legs, only the third one." Skipper eyed Philip's tear. "And it looks like you just smashed yours."

Laura suddenly appeared out of nowhere. "What happened to you helping Gerul warm up?"

"I was just having a snack." And with that, Skipper stormed off to the mass of band nerds. And unfortunate color guard.

Laura turned her head as she heard a slight keening noise below her.

"Can someone help me up?" Philip whined.

Laura laughed deep inside her nonexistent chest and left, leaving poor Philip to drag his abused third leg across the heated pavement.

--With Skipper and Gerul--

"Everyone get in a circle!" Gerul shouted, asserting his usually nonexistent manliness, making Skipper shudder. 'He's just so damn cute when he's tries to act dominating.'

The band nerds rushed to their circle and began chatting amongst themselves. Never actually listening to what's been said to them. (whistles)

"LEFT ARM ACROSS!" Gerul shouted slowly pulling his sweat-slicked arm across his finely toned pectorals. "1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10!"

"RIGHT ARM ACROSS!" Gerul led the band through the stretch poses with languid movements. Skipper's only concern being how good his view was of Gerul's firm buttocks as he bent over. From the corner of his eye he saw Philip grinding "seductively" into his flags pole. He slid the chain flag between his thighs repeatedly before sliding the end of his flag pole into his opened mouth slowly. Rolling his eyes back into his head in ecstasy. Skipper quickly averted his eyes back to a more pleasing view. AKA Gerul's tight ass.

The whole band turned to watch as Philip was pummeled by Kelly (other guard coach) who had witnessed his crude acts. She was currently handcuffing him to the light post with her extra chain flag. His screams of 'SKIPPER' became louder as he realized he could still rub himself against the light post. Skip shuddered and quickly lead the band into the breathing block.

Skip placed himself a bit towards the back so he could watch Gerul's buns bounce up and down as he ran. Gerul began clapping and the band started to move with him. Skip's eyes never left Gerul's butt and he couldn't help but find the whole scenario erotic……… "Who said the Queers were only in Choir?"