Marching Band Cadet Chapter 38

Marching Band Cadet-- Chapter 38

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 with the Hot Shots for their monthly weekend retreat. It is Saturday morning, and to fulfill one of the traditional duties of the cadets, Sam and Matt have been up early making the breakfast pancakes.

I padded back down the hall to the living room and kitchen. It was time to serve breakfast.

Mark had awakened and joined Wayne in the living room. Jeff and Dewey were still getting out of bed, but the rest sat down at the dining room table, and I put a plate with two big pancakes in front of each them. Butter and syrup were on the table. They had already helped themselves to things like coffee, milk, and orange juice.

While they began to eat, I slipped into the kitchen and fried a couple of eggs sunny side up. I carried the pan back into the dining room, and I ostentatiously slid the eggs onto the top of JT's half-eaten pancakes. He had taught me that he liked it that way, and I wanted him and everyone to know that my Master's wish was my command.

When JT put his fork into the eggs, he said with a grin, "Having your own bound cadet does have its benefits."

Dewey joined us a few minutes later, and Jeff a few minutes after that. I brought more warm pancakes out of the oven, and then sat down with them and had my own breakfast. The whole club was together around one table. We were all nude; not a scrap of clothing was in the room, not even a sock. But this wasn't sexual. The appetite at that moment was for sticky pancakes.

Matt and I had made enough pancakes to satisfy everyone. Jim announced that we had twenty minutes to get ready for the business meeting. Matt and I had to do the dishes and clean up the kitchen. Some of the others went off to the bathroom or to watch more Saturday cartoons.

We gathered back in the living room for the meeting. Once again, everyone sat in the circle formed by the furniture. Everyone was still naked. I sat on the floor between JT's legs, and I noticed that Matt was doing the same, sitting between Mark's sturdy calves and feet.

Jim called us to order. I was amazed by the number and variety of projects and topics. It was especially impressive because no one knew that the Hot Shots even existed. The high school band director, Mr. Hansen, was aware that some of the top musicians were friends and ran around together. So Mr. Hansen turned to Jim whenever there was a task that he thought could be handled by the band's student leaders.

There was an annual summer carwash that the band performed as a fundraiser; Jim had volunteered to assemble a boys team for that. (The girls team would draw most of the customers and the biggest tips.) Jim had also volunteered to take care of some instrument maintenance that would involve an overnight trip to Houston. Furthermore, Jim had committed to providing leadership for the band's freshman orientation. (That made me laugh, because I was one of the freshman, and I was getting a much deeper initiation!)

There was also a lot of networking and politicking. Jim wanted to add at least two new members to the Hot Shots, and it took a lot of careful effort to recruit new members without divulging the club's existence. We were hoping to elect Jim as band president in December, which was a big deal for him, for the band, and for the school. Jim skillfully led us through these issues.

Jim floored me with his leadership style. He ran a meeting in a professional way would be rare among much older adults. Once again, I marveled at how he could be so talented as a musician, and so talented as a leader, and still be so down-to-earth. It had been less than three hours since he was sleeping happily, naked, sandwiched between me and JT.

I was too young to recognize that I was irresistibly drawn to men who were strong and competent. Guys who were tall, large, and muscular attracted me. But so did dominant guys who were confident and competitive. Strength and competence took different forms. And Jim had a special kind of power—the power that belongs to politicians and celebrities. He was not afraid of people, and could win them over to anything. It was amazing. He was a star. And it made me more eager to serve him than ever.

Jim turned it over to JT to talk about "alumni relations." JT remained seated and talked from behind me. It was becoming apparent to me that former Hot Shots (alumni) provided funds and other resources for the current Hot Shots. When JT and I were getting the house ready for the others, he said the house was a rental property that currently had no occupants. We were able to use it due to some connection we had with a former Hot Shot.

JT told the group that he was looking forward to taking me to meet some of the alumni, and that he thought I would make a good impression. JT had told me privately that I would be meeting and servicing men apart from the guys who were in our club. I assumed that I would be servicing some of these alumni in order to show appreciation for their support of our club. I loved the idea and couldn't wait to get started.

JT also said that he was glad to be naked, and planned to stay that way all weekend. He said that he was glad to see everyone else naked, as well. Then he explained that it would be prudent to put some small towels around for us to sit on. We were required to leave the house as clean as we found it. We wanted to avoid leaving any "skid marks" on the furniture. There were a lot of small towels available.

Then JT thanked everyone for skipping their deodorant in order to make my armpit quiz possible. He said he hoped everyone would keep their ripe pits available to me throughout the day so I could continue memorizing their individual scents.

He said that once again I would be available to service anyone, at any time, from 10:00 a.m. until 10:00 p.m., except when we were engaged in group activities like meals and music practice. Although the previous evening had been allocated for one-on-one sessions in private, today's activities with me would not be like that. No doors could be closed. And if someone was doing something to me or with me, anyone else could watch or join in the fun.

He said that I was not allowed to cum, so no one should force me to do so. Teasing me would be fine, but no climax for me until the next day. He also said that no one should put a finger or a penis into my ass without using lube.

He had not discussed any of this with me ahead of time. I was not really surprised by his plan for the day; and I liked it a great deal. But he had not gone over it with me in advance. I did not feel slighted. On the contrary, I was proud that JT had such confidence in me.

Once he was finished telling the group about my availability, JT made one final remark to the group. "It's good that we have these monthly retreats. We're becoming men together. It's important for us to get away from parents, and from girls, and to be our natural selves."

Jim announced the schedule for the rest of the day. The meeting broke up soon afterward. JT pulled me aside and took me back to the bedroom that we shared with Jim. "You are supposed to go on duty in fifteen minutes," he said. "I think you should take a quick shower, while you have time. It's a good idea to use the squirt bottle to freshen up your hole. I think you're going to get fucked a lot today."

JT stayed with me in the bathroom while I started the shower. "I think Jeff and Dewey have been comparing notes," JT continued. "I think they are likely to take you into their bed and take turns fucking you. Maybe even as some kind of a contest. They asked me if it was okay for them to take you into their bedroom. I told them sure, so long as the door remains open, and so long as anyone who wants to can come in."

JT left me alone. I filled the squirt bottle, and gave myself a few spritzes to satisfy myself that I was clean enough to fuck. I finished cleaning up, dried myself off with a towel, and brushed my teeth. No one wants a cadet with bad breath. I fingered some petroleum jelly into my ass so I'd be ready.

Sure enough, when I came out of the bathroom, Jeff was standing in the doorway, leaning on the door frame. Ten o'clock in the morning, and he was horny already. "Hey, cowboy," he said. "How about riding this bronco again?"

Jeff has come to fetch Sam before anyone else can get him! While Sam's Friday sexual duties were one-on-one, JT has made a rule that Sam's Saturday duties will not be performed behind closed doors, and that something like a gang bang may be in store. The exciting details will be in the next chapter.

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