Marching Band Cadet Chapter Twenty

Marching Band Cadet-- Chapter Twenty

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.

This is fiction. If you object to fiction that includes the activities listed above, then you should read no further and exit from this page.

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Previously: Our hero Sam is spending the weekend with JT. One of the Hot Shots, Jeff, came by and the guys had 3-way sex. That prompted a conversation between JT and Sam about having sex with others. The conversation left Sam feeling better about his desires.

I ate my lunch. My peanut butter and jelly sandwich was sweet and satisfying and nourishing. Just like everything else about the weekend.

JT had finished his lunch a while ago, and he sat at the table with me clad in his boxer shorts. When I finished my sandwich and chips, I got up and went and stood behind him. I placed my hands on his bare shoulders, and I slowly slid them down his chest. I brushed over his nipples, and continued feeling my way down his taut stomach muscles. Then I reached down and gently took a hold of his dick, still covered by his boxer shorts.

"Sir, last night you said I could touch and taste you whenever I wanted, wherever I wanted, as much as I wanted. You said I had an all-access pass."

JT grinned and said, "That's right, boy." He put his hands behind his head and sprawled back in his chair. "You want some more of this?"

"Yes, Sir," I said, "and it would be really great if we could go back to that sheet on the living room floor. I'd like more room for us to maneuver. And as great as you look in those boxer shorts, maybe you could take them off again."

So we padded into the living room. We had spread a sheet on the floor for our "fucking lesson" with Jeff. Jeff dropped his boxers. I asked him to sit down on the sheet with me.

"Sir, before Jeff came over, I was admiring your beautiful ass. I didn't get to spend enough time with it. Could you get back on your hands and knees again? Please, Sir?"

JT seemed happy to comply. He got into position, and once again, I placed my hands on his trim, firm butt cheeks and slowly spread them apart. His rose-like hole was suddenly spread before me like the bullseye of some kind of erotic dartboard. My cock went rock hard like a dart ready to be propelled toward that bullseye.

"Sir, I have tasted most of your body. I have tasted your feet and your armpits and your balls. I have had the honor to taste and swallow your man juice. But you have two sets of lips that I still have yet to taste. The lips of your ass. And the lips of your face."

It was true. For all of the nasty and kinky fun we'd had together, we had never actually kissed on the mouth. Perhaps JT didn't like kissing. None of the Hot Shots had kissed me, aside from Jim. Jim and I had engaged in some very passionate and sloppy kissing.

JT was silent for a moment. I could not see his face or his expression. I was staring at his ass.

Then he said, "I gave you a full-access pass, and I meant it. I appreciate your courtesy, Sam. I really do. But you do not need my permission to kiss or lick or suck any part of me. Including my lips. All of my lips."

And so, for the first time in my life, my lips touch another man's asshole. I leaned in slowly, and first I inhaled. I was expecting maybe the smell of feces or farts. But there was no odor. I puckered my lips and I gave a quick, dry kiss. Still, I did not perceive anything gross or offensive. I stuck out my tongue and gave a single ice cream cone lick.

That was when I discovered that the appeal of JT's hole was not its smell or taste. It was the texture. The tissue was like satin. If there was a taste, it was something like butter. It was naturally soft and silky—exactly like the inside of a human mouth.

Very soon I was slurping with passion. I was kissing, tonguing, sucking, licking. Growing braver, I pushed my tongue inside. It went in less than an inch, and the inside was pretty much like the outside. JT, who had been quiet up until that moment, suddenly shuddered and let out a groan. The tall, debonair, self-possessed "man of discipline" was suddenly jolted by pleasure. I felt extremely powerful and elated to have activated his body in that way.

I was suddenly gripped by the desire to lick the back of his balls, which dangled seductively inches away. I had to lower my body so that my mouth could extend past his anus. My nose and mouth were completely pressed into the most private, most nasty part of his body. I was exhilarated by the audacity of what I was doing. I licked along the slightly bulged area between his anus and his ball sack. (At age fourteen, I did not know that the name for this area is "perineum" or "taint.") He again rocked and yelped with pleasure. I tongued the back of his balls, and then slurped my way back to his anus.

I lifted myself upright so that I was now kneeling behind him. I spread his cheeks with my hands, and I scooted close. I pressed the spongy head of my cock against his puckered rose, warm and slick with my spit. I was looking down and saw my own cock in position, ready to penetrate. There was no lube, but the petroleum jelly was laying around somewhere nearby.

JT said nothing. If he wanted me to fuck him, or if he wanted me to back off, he did not reveal it. I decided that I would not take the chance. If I did something that jeopardized our relationship, it would not be worth it. And if this was something we wanted to do, there would be ample opportunity in the future.

I scooted a few inches backward and then tumbled on the floor next to him, lying on my back. He lowered himself and rolled over so that he was laying next to me, also on his back. Just a couple of hours earlier, we had been lying with Jeff in that same place, catching our breath. Now it was just my Master and me.

"So, boy. I enjoyed that immensely. I wonder if you enjoyed it as much as I did?"

I took a deep breath and exhaled. I closed my eyes, and I could still see his pink ass lips. "That was intense," I finally said. "I've never done that before."

We laid in silence for a couple of minutes before JT spoke. "Have you ever had a beer, Sam?"

"No, Sir," I said. "I mean I've had a sip of my Dad's beer. But just a sip. I didn't like it."

"One of these days you'll drink a whole can of beer. The first time you drink some alcohol, you'll get pretty tipsy pretty fast. But if you begin to drink alcohol occasionally, you will build up a tolerance. So you don't get drunk from just one can.

"Some of these experiences with sex are the same. They will overwhelm you and make you tipsy. Make you high. With more experience, you won't get so carried away, and you'll maintain some self-control. And it's not entirely a bad thing when you lose your self-control and get carried away. At least when you're with me. I'll always catch you.

JT hoisted himself onto his side, and leaned on his elbow as he surveyed me. "You said that I have lips that you have never tasted. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Sir. You have an all-access pass, too. Whatever you want, whenever you want, as much as you want. I'm your boy."

And then JT slowly leaned over until our lips brushed against each other. And he began to kiss me.

Until now, Sam had never been rimmed, nor had he ever rimmed another guy. His horizons continue to expand under the JT's authority and devotion.

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