Marching Band Cadet Chapter Fourteen

Marching Band Cadet-- Chapter Fourteen

This is a series about high school males in the late 1970s. They had a secret club in which they engaged in gay sex and BDSM rituals. This series is told from the point of view of a club member who served as their submissive. The initial chapters establish the background and characters. As the story progresses, in later chapters there will be hardcore sex, group sex, S&M, and some raunch and taboo activities. The series is set in the years before HIV, so condoms are not used.

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Previously: School is out for the summer, and 14 year-old Sam is spending the weekend alone with the 17 year-old JT. It is Friday night.

"I am going to have so much fun with you," JT said. "Let's go to bed."

When we reached JT's bedroom, I was amazed at how simple and tidy it was. His bed was a simple twin bed. He had a desk, and it was very orderly. There was a music stand and a chair, and Jim placed his trumpet case on the carpet next to the stand.

I was buck naked and had left my clothes and other gear in the living room, but Jim was still dressed in his concert clothes, a white dress shirt and black slacks. He got undressed, and after neatly placing his slacks on a hanger, he tossed the rest of his clothes into a little plastic clothes hamper. His bedroom was utterly unlike the bedroom of a typical teen American male, which usually resembled tornado wreckage.

His dick was hard and pointing straight at me.

He made me laugh because he took off his socks last. So he was hopping around naked on one foot while trying to pull the sock off the other. With a boner! Once he got the first sock off, he switched his feet and repeated the antic.

"Are you laughing at me, boy?" he said with mock sternness. "Remember the rule of honesty."

"Yes, Sir, I am laughing at you." I was still chuckling, and my eyes locked with his as he stood up straight. I got a full frontal, top to bottom look at him. I ceased laughing. He literally took my breath away. There was nothing extraordinary about him. He was very tall, and lanky in an attractive way that I call "svelte." He had a long, thin neck with a pronounced Adam's apple. He had a few silken strands of hair right in the middle of his chest. He was a young male budding into full manhood, and nude. But otherwise he was unremarkable.

And yet, I gasped at the sight. We'd been naked together before, we'd had sex, we'd showered together, his dick had been in my mouth, and now my dick had been in his. But in this unique moment, we both knew this was our new reality. He was my Sir, and I was his boy. There were formalities yet to come, but we knew that our journey had begun. I was not seeing JT's body any longer. I was seeing Sir's body.

"You see something you want, boy?" JT asked with a sly smile.

I was unable to speak. JT and the Hot Shots had already discovered that I could be wickedly funny. But at this moment, I could not find words. I desired JT's body with a lust that was neither respectful nor submissive. A long moment passed while I formed my words.

"Sir, I can speak honestly about what I want. Or I can speak courteously. But I do not think I can do both."

Now it was JT's turn to laugh at me. "Okay, boy. New rule. You can touch, hug, squeeze, kiss, lick, and/or suck any part of my body at any time. Unless I specify otherwise, that's a standing rule. I am giving an all-access pass to your mouth and your hands. No restrictions, unless I say otherwise."

There was a moment of silence while I processed his words.

Once I was certain I understood, I made my move. About twenty minutes later, JT would tell me that although many things had happened to him and his body, he had never before been "plundered" until I came along.

I attacked him the way a starving man might attack a pizza with both hands and mouth, but mostly mouth. I lunged for JT's neck, which I kissed, licked, and bit so aggressively that he momentarily pushed me aside and said "No hickeys!"

I pushed him onto his bed and devoured him. I slurped, licked, and bit his nipples. I sniffed his armpits one after the other, and then I licked them one after the other. I went down on his cock and sucked it for a while. I then licked his balls. I buried my face in his pubes and inhaled for a while.

Then I licked and nipped my way down his thighs. I pulled up his leg and continued nibbling and slurping my way down his calf. And then I went for his feet. His sweaty, tangy, long, size 12 feet. I licked the soles and sucked the toes. It felt so nasty to do that. And I felt so good being nasty.

I returned to his cock and I put it in my mouth and bobbed up and down, licking and slurping and sucking. I was giving him oral sex with no skill or technique, only raw hunger. JT quickly started to moan and thrust. I tried to keep my teeth away from his cock, but I may not have been entirely successful as he surged into my mouth. He came in three huge pulses that I could feel hitting the back of my throat, followed by smaller pulses that I felt in his shaft. I kept his cock in my mouth while I swallowed. It was thick and plenteous, so I tried to swallow slowly in order to avoid gagging while his cock was still in my mouth. I gently sucked for a minute more, to make sure that I got every drop.

When I released his cock and rose up, he was lying sprawled on the bed beneath me. His head was thrown back on the pillow, eyes closed, mouth hanging open. His height meant that he had long, lanky limbs, so he spread over the whole bed. He looked completely expended, perfectly content, and utterly beautiful in my eyes.

With his eyes still closed, he opened his arms and motioned for me to lay down on top of him. So I eased down on top of him, and nuzzled my face against his neck.

JT sighed. "I've had a lot of experiences, boy. But until tonight, I've never been devoured. I've never been plundered!" I couldn't see his face, but I could hear the smile in his voice.

"I hope that's a good thing, Sir. You said I could. Sir."

JT squeezed me and said, "Yes, I did boy." We lay in silence for a moment. I decided to tease him, even though it might get me in trouble.

"No hickeys!" I cried out in a girl's voice.

I felt JT's chuckle in his chest. That was good. At least I hadn't really pissed him off. "Oh, you are going to pay for that, boy," JT said. "You will pay, and I will be the one setting the price."

The thought of him extracting revenge on me was arousing. I wondered what kind of torment he might come up with. It was arousing. But more importantly, I knew that he appreciated my wit, and that I had at least a little room to be rambunctious with him. It felt so good to be laying with him in an embrace, naked together, knowing that I had satisfied him, and knowing that this was only the beginning.

"Have you ever made pancakes?" JT asked suddenly, out of the blue.

"No, Sir. I mean, I have been in the kitchen with my Mom or Dad when they make them. Have you ever made them?"

"Yes," JT said, chuckling a little. "Maybe we should have explained this to you. But one of your duties as a cadet is to make pancakes for breakfast. At every Hot Shots sleepover, the cadets get up early and make pancakes for the upperclassmen. So when I became a cadet, I learned how to make pancakes. It's not really hard. But in the morning, I'm going to show you how. We'll make pancakes together, and then you'll know how. Then you may have to teach Matt."

"Oh, crap," I said. "I mean, oh, crap, Sir. I don't think Matt will be very good at that. He doesn't wake up early, and he doesn't wake up happy. Won't Sir Mark have something to say about it?"

"Good points, Sam. I was an unbound sub, and so I knew it was just a club duty for me. I'll talk to Mark and we'll get it figured out before the next get-together.

"And now," JT said, "let's get you spanked so we can get some sleep. There's a ping pong paddle in the bottom desk drawer. Bring it to me and we'll get started."

It's only Friday night, and the rest of the weekend is still ahead. But first, a good night paddling for Sam. Read the next chapter so you and Sam can continue to learn from JT about the power and beauty of discipline.

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