Marching Band Cadet Chapter 65

Marching Band Cadet-- Chapter 64

This is fiction about gay males having sex. This is fiction about gay males having sex. In this chapter: exhibitionism, domination, sex between an adult and a minor.

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Previously: The guys are spending the night in a motel room. They have just finished a sex game to see who could go the longest without shooting their load.

It had been a long day and it was getting late. After losing their loads in the game and having a round of beers, Dewey and Jim were especially sleepy. They had decided that Dewey would sleep alone in one of the beds, and the other three of us would sleep in the other bed.

Jim wanted to be in the middle, of course. As we turned out the lights, he wrapped himself around his cadet Matt. But during the night, he would turn over and snuggle with me for a while, before flipping back to Matt. I allowed myself to caress and fondle Jim, as well. His muscles felt firm but pliant in my hands.

We all slept soundly.

I woke up around 6:45 a.m. I was lying in the bed next to the table that separated the two beds. I could see Dewey still sleeping. The shades were drawn, but some of the early morning light shone around the edges.

There was a sign in the room that said that coffee would be available in the lobby starting at 6:00 a.m. One of the services that I performed for Dewey was to bring him coffee in bed. So I got out of bed and found the scanty swimsuit JT had assigned to me. I had left it on the floor the night before.

I found Dewey's clothes scattered on the floor, as well. I found his underwear, which was a pair of white cotton briefs. I picked them up and buried my face in them. There was a faint odor of sweat. I liked it; and if Dewey were awake, he would like the fact that I was sniffing his used underwear.

I grabbed the room key and slipped quietly out the door in my bare feet, once again wearing nothing but the sky blue swim trunks. I padded across the quiet parking lot to the motel lobby.

I went inside. Against the back wall was a coffee brewing machine and a sign that said "Guests, please help yourself." But when I looked, there was no coffee. So I went up to the registration desk. There was a bell, but instead of ringing it, I called out, "Anybody here? I'm looking for some coffee."

"Yeah," a man's voice said. A moment later, a man came out from the little hall that was behind the registration desk. He took a look at me and grinned. "You're young for a coffee drinker."

"Well, it's not for me."

"It's nice of you to fetch coffee for someone else," he said, coming around the desk and over to the coffee machine. He ripped open a package of coffee, tossed it in the basket, and hit a switch. A light came on and the machine started to make the coffee. "It's going to take a few minutes."

We stood there in silence for a moment. We were both facing the machine, but I could feel his eyes looking me over. I was wearing only the swimming suit. I felt a small twinge of sexual arousal. My exhibitionist nature must have been awakened by the smell of the coffee.

"Are you on a wrestling team?" the man asked. I looked at him, and he was smiling. I wondered why he would ask such a crazy thing.

"No, I'm not. Do I look like a wrestler?"

"Yes, you do. I'm not talking about the clowns that you see on TV. But you have the body of teenage wrestler. Not too tall, and a body built for strength."

So he was admiring my body! My exhibitionist nature was now fully awake. I stretched my arms over my head, and bent my body, the way you do when you wake up in the morning. I was putting on a little show for the man. His eyes followed. I realized that he was entranced by my body. My exhibitionist nature decided it was time to give me an erection.

"Well, Sir," I said slowly, "I couldn't wrestle because it might lead to a sticky situation." I gave him a sly look as I spoke the last two words.

My admirer's face was a little blank, so I decided to spell it out for him. "I mean that when I'm gripped by a guy and our bodies are up against each other, I might squirt my boy juice. My sticky boy juice." I smiled.

His eyes widened. "Oh, I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"Don't apologize. I'm not embarrassed about it, Sir. I love it when a guy handles my body and makes me squirt. I wish it happened more often. I just don't think the coach and the wrestling team would appreciate it."

The man was gawking. That's the only word for it. I stretched again, hoping he was going to proposition me. Then I realized that I could probably proposition him.

"When a man fondles me, I get excited and I squirt. You wanna see?"

My poor admirer was speechless. But I couldn't make it any easier for him. Finally, he spoke up. "Sure. I'd like to see that. My office is back here."

He led me back behind the registration desk and down the little hall. He explained to me that he was something called the "night auditor." He did the bookkeeping in the early morning. He wasn't really a desk clerk or manager. But if somebody came to the lobby in the off hours, he dealt with it.

We turned a corner into his little office. He left the door open. No one from the lobby could see in, but he would be able to hear if someone came in. There was desk with a chair where he was working on some files and accounting sheets. And there was a comfortable hotel room chair for a visitor to sit in. He motioned for me to sit in the guest chair.

But I said that he should be the one to sit. I would need to be standing so that he could have unobstructed access to my body. I dropped the swim trunks to my ankles, and then kicked them aside. I stood nude and nudged him down into the chair. I was being brazen. But his dazzled expression told me he could not believe his good luck.

I moved in as close as I could, standing between his legs. I was so turned on that my cock was pointed upward at an angle. He was fully dressed, and I was nude from head to toe. I was more than nude. I was bold and unashamed. "Buck naked."

He was still a little dazed. I slowly took his hands and placed them on my chest. "Please fondle me, Sir. All of me."

He moved his hands slowly at first, tentatively caressing the skin and muscles of my upper body. Once he realized that it was safe, and that I wasn't going to scream and run away, he became more urgent. He was like a starving man. He pulled me toward him, kissing my chest and nipples while his hands groped and squeezed me up and down.

We were in a place where no one could see us, but if someone came into the motel lobby, they could hear us if we were making loud noises. So we tried to keep it quiet. Especially me, because I was quietly gasping and moaning with my mouth closed. The slight riskiness of the situation, of being exposed, made it even more thrilling.

He stroked my cock, and got a palmful of my precum. He licked it up with hunger, and went on fondling me. His hands and mouth were moving all over me. I turned my back to him so that he could see my butt as he played with it. I bent over for a few seconds so that he could see my hole as his hands squeezed and parted my cheeks. I wanted to make it clear that all of me was available to him, even though he needed to keep his clothes on. At any moment, someone might come through the lobby door and ring the bell on the counter.

I turned back to face him. "I'm close," I announced. I wasn't going to ejaculate "hands free," but if he stroked me again just a few times, my load would blast all over him.

He immediately slid off the chair so that his face was at the same level as my dick. He took my dick in his mouth, and simultaneously gripped my ass cheeks with his hands. In less than five seconds, I began to shoot my load. It was an intense, slow motion orgasm. In order to muffle the sound of my howling, I lifted my arm and buried my mouth in my elbow.

After the last pulsation of my juice, he still did not release my cock. He sucked and tongued my cock so hard that it actually hurt. He squeezed my ass so hard that I quietly squealed. He was determined to get every last drop. He treated my butt like a tube of toothpaste, as though squeezing my hips would force the remaining cum out of the tip of my cock.

Eventually, he relented, and hoisted himself back up into the chair. We both needed a moment to catch our breath.

"That was great, Sir. But I can do a lot more than that," I said. "I'd like to make you feel as good as you made me feel."

"Thanks," he said, "I'd like that, but it can't happen here and now."

I picked up my swimsuit and pulled it back on again. I felt so good, so alive.

We went back to the lobby. We talked for a few minutes and got better acquainted. I explained the reason for my trip, and that our group would be leaving later in the morning. I told him I would probably be back in a few weeks to pick up the musical instruments.

He gave me a business card. His name was Philip, but most people called him Phil. He told me that sometimes he could arrange a free room at one of the hotels he worked with. I told him that I did not want a free room, but would prefer to pay with my body. We both chuckled.

I was getting a good look at him. He was wearing a long-sleeved white dress shirt and black slacks. The clothing fit him snugly. There were nice bulges. He was muscular, with dark hair and smooth white skin. It would be immensely pleasurable to service him fully.

Wow! Even when Sam tries to get a cup of coffee, he ends up having spontaneous sex. Will he ever see Phil again? Keep reading as the adventures continue.

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