Marching Band Cadet Chapter 48

Marching Band Cadet-- Chapter 48

This is fiction about gay males having sex. In this chapter: Dominance and submission, anal sex.

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Previously: The Hot Shots weekend is over, and now JT and Sam have the house to themselves.

JT locked the door and took me in his arms. His hands reached around and firmly gripped my ass, while he kissed me forcefully. "At last we're alone," he said. "I'm looking forward to the next few hours."

Then he nibbled on my ear and told me to go make some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and then to come join him in the shower. He released me and gave my ass a friendly smack as I padded off to the kitchen.

After I made us each a lunch plate, I left them in the kitchen and headed back to the master bedroom where we had been sleeping with Jim. With all the other Hot Shots gone, the house felt empty. The only sound was the water running in the shower.

As I got into the shower with JT, he told me to get under the shower head and get myself fully drenched. After I did that, he turned off the water, turned his back to me, and instructed me to lather him up. It made me recall our first shower together, a month earlier, right after he had spanked and fucked me for the first time.

After I lathered up his back side, he told me to lather up his front side as well. But he kept his back turned to me. I had to press up against his soapy, slick body while I soaped up his chest, abdomen, cock, and balls. I noticed with satisfaction that his cock was fully erect.

"Keep working the lather," JT commanded. "Wrap yourself around me."

My own fully rigid cock was now pressed upright into the top of his soapy, wet ass crack while my slick hands slid across his torso and genitals. JT's body was always smooth and sleek, but now his body had a sheen that made it even more alluiring. I was pressed completely against his backside, from head to toe, and everywhere that my body touched his was warm, wet, and slithery. It was a sensory overload.

Suddenly and unexpectedly, I was overcome with a desire to penetrate JT. It took me by surprise. Suddenly a lot of dots magically connected. I had always admired JT's streamlined backside, which tapered from broad shoulders down to a tight waist and bottom. So far that admiration had never bloomed into a desire to fuck him.

I had never thought of myself as a "top." I had never penetrated another guy before. The idea of sticking my dick into a tight and possibly dirty orifice had never appealed to me. But now, our bodies were sliding against each other with no friction. The soap suds smelled clean and fresh. What had previously seemed crude and nasty suddenly seemed easy and natural.

I had become immobile while this realization seeped into my consciousness. The shower was off and aside from a few dripping noises, JT and I stood silently in the shower.

"You want to fuck me, don't you?" JT said. Once again, he was able to read my mind. From the tone of his voice, I could not tell if he was displeased. But I knew that my honesty was a requirement. Obedience and honesty were his two primary policies for me.

"Yes, Sir." I kind of croaked my response. I was embarrassed. Confused, but mostly embarrassed. I was a submissive, and yet I was suddenly desiring to fuck my Sir. The two things seemed terribly incompatible.

"Good," JT said matter-of-factly. "Fucking me was always going to be one of your duties. I thought that once you were pressed up against my soapy backside, then nature might take its course."

So he had actually been planning this.

"While you were making lunch," JT continued, "I got into the shower and cleaned my ass like I've done before. This time, I inserted a little Vaseline. So I'm ready for you."

He had taught me about cleaning, and I had rimmed his satiny rosebud with gusto. It was when I was rimming him at his family's house that a desire to fuck him had previously come over me. But neither of us had admitted it. Now it was out in the open.

JT bent over at his waist, and used his two hands to spread his butt cheeks. "I'm ready for you," he repeated.

I was hesitant. But whenever my lust and my hesitation have a conflict, my lust usually wins. In the shower, at that moment, fucking JT seemed so easy, no natural. My hesitation seemed misguided and ridiculous.

My cock was already cradled in his ass crack, like a hot dog in a bun, but pointed upward. I pulled my hips back and freed my cock from its slippery cradle. I used my hand to guide my cock to JT's pucker. I couldn't see it, but the head of my cock could feel it.

I pushed gently. I was concerned that I might hurt JT. But after I pushed slowly through the resistance for the first inch or so, his ass suddenly pulled me in. I went in all the way, so that my balls actually slapped against his taint. I froze again, waiting for his response.

"It feels fine," he said confidently. "Actually, it feels great! Go to town."

I knew that when my own anus was fully lubricated and fully relaxed, a vigorous fucking didn't hurt at all. JT was telling me that he was fully lubricated and fully relaxed. His hole welcomed my cock. He was encouraging me to let loose and "go to town."

So I started to thrust with complete abandon. Unfortunately, I was too aroused. JT gave me permission to set aside my caution and my inhibitions. As soon as I did so, I shot my load. I must have fucked him for ten or fifteen seconds before I exploded. It was a wild orgasm for me, slow and frustrating but also intense and passionate. His hole gripped my cock like a velvet glove. I felt each pulsation of my seed as it flowed out of me and into him.

It was amazing pleasure, but I felt like a failure. I felt like I owed him a "good" fuck. I myself would have wanted a good, long fuck. My Sir deserved the very best. I had popped my load way too soon. Premature ejaculation.

Once again, I was immobile.

JT asked me if I had come. I said yes. He asked me if I could keep going. I hadn't thought about it. So I tried.

My cock was still rock hard. I resumed thrusting, but slowly. His hole had previously been slippery. Now it was slippery and squishy. I realized that the squish was my own semen. I picked up speed. The squish factor added some interesting sound effects to the fucking, an occasional suction of slurp.

I had shot a full, generous load of my sperm. But my dick was still hard, and I had another load queued up. I was a young teen of only fourteen years. My cock was unstoppable!

"Good boy," JT said, somewhat absent-mindedly. He was now experiencing the blissful trance of a steady fucking. It was a state of being that I knew and loved very much. But now, I was giving it to him. Moments before I had felt like a failure. But now I felt like a stud. A submissive stud, but a stud nevertheless. My Sir was beginning to moan. My pleasure was great. His pleasure was even greater than my own.

"Let's take this to the bed," JT said suddenly.

I pulled out of his ass with a wet plop. He stood up slowly, rubbing his lower back. He had me start up the shower again, and we briefly rinsed the soap and other fluids off of our bodies. We grabbed a towel and shared it as we hurried out of the bathroom and tumbled onto the bed. We were still pretty wet.

JT was in a hurry to resume our fucking. With a sense of urgency, he told me to lie on my back, which I quickly did. My cock was pointed straight up like a moon rocket. JT quickly straddled me, and lowered himself onto my cock. Once again, the head of my cock pushed slowly and gently through a bit of tightness before his hole fully yielded. When it did so, it was as though a vacuum pulled me all the way inside.

I remembered how much fun it had been when Jeff had me mounted on his cock "like a cowboy on a bronco." I remembered the sight of Jeff, spread out below me, his hands behind his head, cocky and confident. I tried to arrange myself as Jeff had, a cocky stud reclining and allowing his partner to do all the work.

JT was riding me slowly, but now he was masturbating himself. He was in control of the motion; he was in control of the speed. That was how we both liked it. He was milking me again. This time he was using his ass instead of his hand. But he was running the show. Now that I had shot my first load of the afternoon, my cock was hard and steady. JT's motion teased me and tormented me without bringing me to satisfaction. He was the "bottom," but he was in control.

I was engrossed as I watched him build up to his orgasm. His sleek thighs flexed with glory as they slowly raised and lowered his body again and again. He would gaze at me with fiery eyes, and then look away, and then look back again. As he approached his climax, he became almost physically desperate. He masturbated himself with fury. He dropped more of his body weight upon me, trying to achieve the deepest possible penetration.

When he ejaculated, the first squirt flew right into my face. The second squirt created a tiny pool on my chest. The third and fourth sprays coated my navel. He stayed mounted on me for a considerable period while his heart rate and his breathing returned to normal.

Finally, he lifted himself off of me. As my dick slid out of him, he smiled and said, "Good work, boy. Let's go eat the sandwiches you made."

Sam and JT have just completed an amazing round of sex in which the Dominant male was the bottom, and the submissive male was the top. This has been another new experience for Sam, and JT still has much more to teach him. JT also has some very interesting older friends that he plans to introduce Sam to. There is still a great deal more in the upcoming chapters!

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