Marching Band Cadet Chapter 41

Marching Band Cadet-- Chapter 41

This is fiction about gay males having sex. In this chapter: oral sex, male scent, body worship, light Dominance/submission.

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Previously: After being repeatedly fucked by three guys, our cadet Sam has sperm dribbling out of his ass and down his legs. He has headed to the bathroom to clean up.

JT told me to gather up the towel and wear it like a diaper while I walked down the hall to the bathroom. He told me to take a thorough shower so that I wouldn't be dribbling all over the house. I felt a tinge of disappointment that it was all over.

Back in the master suite, I turned on the shower and gingerly stepped out of my "diaper" and into the bath stall. The shower had a hand-held sprayer, and with that and JT's little squirt bottle, I was able to get most of the man juice washed out of me. My body had other smells and smears (like sweat and jizz and precum) that I sadly washed off.

I was toweling off when Jim came into the bathroom. My Master had instructed that all doors were to be left open so that everyone had access to me all the time.

Jim said he had looked into the other bedroom, and had seen me being fucked, and he wondered if I liked what had happened to me. If Jim had looked, but not joined in the action, that told me that maybe he had some misgivings or fears. Anal sex is not for everyone; and some who engage in it may only want to participate exclusively as a "top" or "bottom."

I told Jim that I had enjoyed it, but it was not a simple thing. I reminded him that I was not allowed to have an orgasm. I also pointed out that I had been in that bedroom for well over an hour, and at no time did anyone kiss me on the mouth.

Jim promptly stepped forward, pushing me back against the sink counter, and started kissing me. I kissed back, but I mostly allowed his tongue to enter and probe my mouth. Jim might not engage in anal sex, but his kissing could penetrate me.

It quickly became a full body experience. Jim used his hands to fondle and grope me everywhere. A month earlier, we had slept together on the sofa bed, and I had experienced his manual skills. Since then he had told me that he also enjoyed being "groped," so I eagerly used my own hands to give him pleasure. We both liked our nipples worked on, so while we kissed, our hands spent a fair amount of time on each other's nipples. It was like jumper cables connecting our knobs and sending sparks of electricity between them. I was rock hard and dripping lots precum.

Soon enough, Jim was pushing down on my shoulders. I had learned this was his nonverbal way of telling me to suck his cock. I slowly slid down into a kneeling position, kissing and licking my way down his smooth, taut abdomen. I regretted that this was going to end so quickly, but I reminded myself that I would probably spend the whole night entwined with Jim's supple, warm body.

I took his hard cock in my mouth. He, too, had been oozing lots of precum. As I began to slide back and forth, I slipped my hands around his hips. I softly caressed them, with a few light squeezes. He moaned and I felt his cock flex a few times in my mouth. He was close. Then, still on my knees, I slid my hands upward across his ribs until my fingertips found his nipples. Now that I knew how much he liked it, I pinched them confidently. Not too hard, but not too gentle, either.

That sent him over the edge. Within seconds, he unloaded in my throat. My experiences were teaching me that some guys had cum that was thinner and more watery. Other guys, like Jim, had cum that was thick like ketchup or yogurt. The thinner juice tended to shoot out and shoot further; the thick stuff formed a sudden glob right in the back of your mouth. Maybe that's why some guys called it a "wad," because it just clumped together. It was a full and heavy sensation in your throat, and it didn't all go down with one swallow.

For me, each kind of cum has its advantages. The thin stuff is more enjoyable to watch, and it's better on the outside, like when I guy squirts all over your face or torso. The thick stuff is more intrusive and sticky. It's more noticeable in your hole or in your throat, and it lingers. You feel it more, and you feel it longer.

After I made sure that I had suctioned up every viscous drop of Jim's load, I got up off of my knees. We kissed some more, a little more tenderly. I took the opportunity to stick my face into one of his armpits again. I pretty much knew his scent at this point. But Jim's musculature was alluring. The muscles of his biceps, chest, and shoulders all came together in his armpit. Pressing my face into all of that toned flesh was a treat.

"I have to put out the stuff for lunch," Jim said. "Would you like to help?"

"I'd be happy to help you, Sir," I said. It was hard to believe it was already lunchtime. It took a minute for me to mentally shift gears. After so much sex, it seemed nasty to start handling food. But I realized that I had just showered, and I just made sure that Jim was sucked dry. He wouldn't be leaking.

So we ambled back to the kitchen. I walked a couple of paces behind Jim so that I could admire his ass and his physique.

"Lunch" was a build-your-own-sandwich affair. It was a simple matter of setting out the bread and other ingredients on the counter, along with chips and cookies. As we moved around, we took every opportunity for body contact. It wasn't just me. Jim was doing the same.

It was Saturday, and "Soul Train" was on in the living room. From the kitchen I could see JT talking with Mark on the patio. The back yard was nicely fenced. You could go stand in the middle of the yard buck naked and none of the neighbors could see. I hadn't done it yet, but I planned to. Maybe I could even have sex with one of the guys, outdoors, in broad daylight.

Jim had started making himself a sandwich. I walked up behind him, put my arms around him, and kissed my way along the nape of his neck. I paused and said, "That sandwich cannot compare to the sandwich I was a part of last night."

It took him a second to get the joke, and then he laughed. "We'll try again tonight," he said. "Is that your juice on my ass?"

I guess I had smeared some pre-cum on his butt cheek.

"You can leave it. I don't mind," Jim said.

Nevertheless, I dropped to my knees. I found the spot, and carefully licked off the little bit of sticky stuff. I had been sexually overstimulated for hours, with no orgasm. My dick was constantly getting hard and oozing precum. When my dick softened and retracted, even more of the precum flowed out.

While I was licking Jim's hip, Jeff wandered into the kitchen. It was lunch time. He came and stood next to Jim, facing away from me, and looking out toward the patio where Mark and JT were talking. "I'm next," Jeff said casually.

It reminded me of the occasion, weeks ago, when I finished sucking Wayne's cock, only to discover another cock, and a third cock, lined up in anticipation of my mouth. Still on my knees, I slid over a couple of feet, moving from one superfine ass to another.

I gave each of Jeff's butt cheeks an initial peck. And then I continued giving gave his ass a few slurpy kisses, and a lot of licking. I didn't go into his crack or attempt to rim him. But I was delighted to be up close and personal with this part of his body.

"Give me some suction, boy! Give me a nice hickey I can be proud of," Jeff said.

I was excited that he wanted me to service him in that way, but I had never actually given or received a hickey. I chose a spot slightly above the middle of his right cheek. I pressed my lips to the spot, and then sucked really hard for what seemed like enough time. When I pulled back and looked, the spot was barely pink. So I tried again, and I counted to a hundred. This time, when I pulled away, there was a mark a little larger than a quarter, colored reddish-purple like a plum.

I patted him gently on the ass to signal that I was done. I stood up, and Jeff scurried off to examine his new hickey in a mirror somewhere. Jim told me he was going to round up everyone for lunch. I was left alone in the kitchen for just a moment.

Suddenly, everyone was in the kitchen all at once. Eight teenagers, each and every one totally nude. Each and every one unselfconscious. Jim made everyone wash their hands before touching the sandwich bread. With so many bodies moving in such close proximity, there was quite a bit of touching, intentional and unintentional. JT and Jim caressed me with a little hug as they moved by me. So did Matt.

Dewey gave my left ass cheek a hard squeeze. It wasn't intended to hurt. It was just a show of sexual dominance over my "peaches." Mark was quiet but had a smile. I wondered what he had been discussing with JT on the patio.

Sam's sexual and sensual connection to Jim, the top Hot Shot, continues to deepen. And Jeff demanded an ass kissing and hickey as a souvenir of Sam's service. And what have JT and Mark been talking about? Keep reading as more desires emerge among the Hot Shots.

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