Marching Band Cadet Chapter 31

Marching Band Cadet-- Chapter 31

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: Sam is pulling himself together after a half hour with Dewey, the most manly and domineering of the Hot Shots.

I came out of the bathroom toweling my body dry. Dewey had closed the bedroom door when he left. I hastened to get it open again. As it swung open, I came face to face with Wayne, who was my next appointment.

"Are you okay?" Wayne asked me with concern. I must have looked a little dazed.

"I'm fine," I said, a little abruptly, trying to push away Wayne's curiosity. I didn't feel like I should be talking about Dewey with Wayne. Besides, JT had told me to focus on the present moment. One guy at a time.

"Sir," I said to my friend and fellow trombonist, "Please come in." Wayne smirked at my calling him "Sir." But he stepped into the bedroom, and I closed the door behind him. Wayne looked great in his blue T-shirt, short cut-off jeans, and bare feet. He looked like a summer weekend.

"Do you remember when we talked, Sir? How I told you that you really are a hunk?" I tugged my boner to one side, and let it snap back. I wanted Wayne to know how hunky he was.

Wayne nodded sheepishly. His shyness was both sexy and adorable.

"I'm here to serve you, Sir. Whatever you want from me, I'll do. And nothing more than what you want. However, Sir, it would make me very happy if you would take off those clothes and relax."

Wayne didn't say anything, but he tugged off his clothes. I noticed his white cotton briefs as he removed them. I also found that sexy and adorable. He wore the same kind of underwear as me. JT wore boxer shorts. Dewey probably wore boxer shorts, too, if he bothered to wear underwear. But Wayne and I had things in common. He was only a year older than me. I felt like we were friends. It was nice that we wore the same kind of underwear.

I yanked the covers off of the bed, and I suggested that he could lie on the bed with his head on the pillow. The first and only time that I had given him a blow job, I'd suggested that he lie back on the sofa and relax.

"Remember how you were the first Hot Shot that I ever serviced?" I asked. "I would love to do that again, Sir, if it would please you."

He nodded. I moved very slowly. I was calling him "Sir," but I was definitely the one who was taking the initiative. I took his semi-hard cock into my mouth and just held it there while it filled, growing warm and hard. I marveled again at the muscle definition of his sleek, long thighs. I bobbed lovingly and gently up and down on his cock for a couple of minutes, taking my time.

I released his cock because I wanted to say some things to him.

"I know you're not gay, Sir. But when we practice together, our bodies are in sync. The pitch, the rhythm, the breathing. We are synchronized. I've never been to a school dance, Sir, but I think it's how you might feel if you were slow dancing with a very beautiful girl. It makes me feel so close to you. When we practice. It's... I guess it's romantic."

I quickly went back to sucking his cock, partly because of my embarrassment at how much I had just revealed. It's funny: I was unafraid to be spanked and fucked in front of the whole group of Hot Shots. But sharing these feelings with Wayne made me feel so vulnerable.

Wayne was not talking, but his dick was rock hard. He was beginning to push with his pelvis. I think he liked what was happening. No one forced him to sign up for this time with me. He did that on his own because he wanted to spend a half hour alone with me.

"Thank you, Sir," I said, taking my mouth off of his cock again. "Thank you for helping me with my music. Thank you for being nice. Thank you for being real. I'm so grateful. And now, Sir, I'm done talking. Thank you for listening."

And then I went back down onto his cock with fierceness and determination. I bounced his big oval balls on my tongue, and licked them. I wanted to get them in my mouth, but I couldn't figure out how to do it. (JT had tormented me by sucking my balls hard and pretending to give me a hickey on my ball sack. I didn't think Wayne was ready to have his big eggs go through something like that.)

Wayne's pelvic thrusts picked up speed and force. I thought—not for the first time— about what a natural top he would be. But that was sort of selfish. I genuinely wanted him to be happy. The first rule of a submissive: your partner's pleasure comes first.

His thrusting took over the action as he approached his climax. I just held my head still and kept my jaw open and tried not to gag. His big eggs slapped against my chin so hard that it must have hurt him. Then his seed surged up his shaft is large pulses. His cum was thick, like sour cream, as it filled the back of my throat. Last time, I hurriedly swallowed his cum without allowing myself time to taste it. This time, when I was sure he was finished, I pulled my mouth off and tongued his viscous man cream around in my mouth. It was briny and tart and reminded me a little of tartar sauce.

I had to swallow hard, twice, just to get the thick stuff down without gagging. I was not a cadet who was going to spit out any one's cum. That would be a profane waste! After swallowing, I returned to Wayne's cock to gently suck out any residual dribbles.

I spent a couple of minutes listening to our breathing subside. When we played our instruments together, we would breathe in unison. Whole sections of the band would breathe in unison, and sometimes the entire band would breathe at once. But when it was just me and Wayne, it felt... well I had just blurted out the word "romantic." It really was romantic for me. It was so nice to be in bed with him, nude, and natural, and just breathing.

I asked Wayne for permission to smell and taste his armpits. JT had explained the game to everyone, so he probably knew this was coming. Wayne said it would be okay, so I encouraged him to put his hands behind his head, which made him look really comfortable and sexy. Wayne didn't just have thin, wispy body hair. He had three bushes. A pubic bush and one bush in each armpit. And a furry dark treasure trail swirling down from his navel.

His head was covered in curly, messy, dirty blonde hair. Very cute in a seventies way. So his dark body hair was a striking contrast to the much lighter hair of his head.

I buried my mouth and nose in his armpit for a couple of minutes. His scent was not nearly as overpowering as Dewey's. The taste was salty and sort of peppery. It smelled earthy, something like a container of raw rice or flour. His armpit hair was thick and curly; he had twice as much of it as any of the other Hot Shots. It would not be hard to identify his armpits when I was blindfolded.

I pulled my face out of his armpit. I fought the urge to kiss him on the mouth. I was experiencing a lot of strong feelings for my Master, JT. But I also had what might be called a teenaged "crush" on Wayne.

"You have a very sexy body, Sir," I said at last. "Thank you for letting me touch your body and taste your body. Whenever you want something—like a massage or a rubdown, please ask me. It doesn't have to be a blow job. I just want to be close to you and make you feel good. You deserve it."

I was acutely aware that we were running out of time, and that Mark "the god" would be coming to the door soon. So I reluctantly got up and off the bed, and Wayne followed. He found his shorts and T-shirt, and pulled them back on.

He gave me a nice smile which eased some of my anxiety. "Some girl said that I have a nice ass. Is she right, do you think?"

I thought of his slim hips. Like JT, Wayne's body tapered down from broad shoulders to a slim waist and a tight, small ass. It was a classically handsome male form. I liked it, but I could especially believe that the girls would like him. Especially in a tux for a prom date.

"You have a great ass, Sir! There are about five other things you have that turn me on even more. Give me a chance, and I'll go over them with you. One by one." I tried to flash a mischievous smile.

"You're definitely good for my ego, Sam. I like having you around. It's going to be a great year."

I opened the bedroom door and watched him walk away from me down the hall. His tight bottom looked good in the cutoffs. He was definitely unflashy, the "guy next door" kind of look. And I had a bad crush on him.

Sam seems very happy that Wayne likes him and his attention. But Sam has three more upperclassmen to deal with in the next ninety minutes. It's insane! Keep reading to find out what happens next.

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