Marching Band Cadet Chapter 67

Marching Band Cadet-- Chapter 67

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

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Previously: After an overnight stay in Houston, four of the Hot Shots (Sam, Dewey, Jim, and Matt) are driving home in the cargo van.

Our drive home from Houston was enjoyable, but not terribly exciting. I sat up front with Dewey, and Jim and Matt sat back in the cargo area. The two of them slurped and snogged a great deal, and at one point they were naked. But I kept company with Dewey as he drove.

He had begun to open up more to me, and we talked a lot as we drove. I have found that sometimes guys are more honest with each other when they are facing the open road than when they are face-to-face. I was still very naïve about life, but in my own simple way, I was beginning to understand that Dewey came from a working class family, while my family was more white collar. I always knew I would attend college someday; Dewey was much less certain whether college was in his future.

We were more than halfway home when we stopped for lunch at a Dairy Queen. The counter was staffed by a local girl about sixteen years old. She definitely noticed Dewey and was flirting with him and asking him questions while she took his order. I shared her enthusiasm. He looked great in his very tight, very short, blue jean cutoffs, and his very tight muscle shirt. His bulges and muscles looked bigger, and his dark olive skin looked more radiant, when he was wearing these clothes. He was sexy when he was naked, but he was more provocative and more enticing this way.

A contemporary phrase came to my mind: "animal magnetism." Dewey had it.

As we sat eating our burgers, I fantasized about being dressed the same way. I liked being out in public with Dewey, and I enjoyed his animal magnetism. I wanted to be part of it. I wanted people to know that I was with Dewey, and to attract onlookers.

We were drawing close to home, and our first stop was Matt's house. While he said his goodbyes and went into his house, I changed closed in the back of the van. I put on the socks and underwear that I had not worn in over 24 hours. I pulled on a shirt that I had mostly been able to avoid, and a pair of regular shorts. With a tiny feeling of sorrow, I put away JT's special swimsuit. But that reminded me that I would be seeing JT shortly.

The remaining three of us returned to the high school, which was mostly empty for the summer. Mr. Hansen, our band director, greeted us and let us into his office so that we could call our rides to come and pick us up. I placed my call to JT, since our plan was for him to pick me up. Mr. Hansen seemed glad to see us. (I suspect it was pretty lonely in his office during the summer break.) While we waited, he asked us about our trip. He seemed to know Jim quite well. Jim was a big deal in the band, and was very truly a "hot shot."

Dewey's father picked him up, and I got a glimpse of Dewey's younger brother Tony sitting in the front seat. My ride, JT, showed up next. JT got out of the car and spent a minute making small talk with Mr. Hansen. JT was the leader of the second line trumpets, while Jim was the leader of the first line. JT was not quite the big deal that Jim was, but he was still a pretty big deal and a true "hot shot."

"I've got a surprise for you, Trooper," JT announced, once we were seated in his car and he started the engine. "We're going to spend the night together. I've already talked to your parents, and they're fine with it."

"Wow!" I said. With a grin, I said, "But I don't think I packed enough clothes for another night." We both laughed.

"Are your parents out of town?" I asked. "Will we be going to your house, Sir?" My two-night stay with him a few weeks earlier had been totally engrossing. That was where he really became my "Sir" and taught me the meaning of my service to him and the Hot Shots.

"No," JT replied. "Much better than my house. Master Dave is allowing us to stay at his town house, the place where he and Chris live during the school year when Chris is teaching."

I had known that Master Dave was in real estate, and that he had a place in town as well as the spectacular ranch in the hill country. JT explained that since Master Dave and Chris were at the ranch for the summer, Master Dave was letting us stay at his townhouse, and he asked that we do a little dusting and laundry to freshen up the empty home.

When we arrived, the fanciness of the home exceeded my already high expectations. Like the ranch, it was sort of Spanish, with a red tile roof, and dark red tile floors. The décor was extremely masculine, with black leather upholstery, glass, and wrought iron everywhere you looked. JT had been there before, so he showed me around.

The upstairs "master suite" was worthy of the name. JT took me into the ensuite bathroom, which was all black tile and black marble. He showed me the shower, which had a dedicated stainless steel hose specifically for anal cleansing. He told me to call my parents to let them know I was safely back from Houston, and then to get myself cleaned up. On the trip, I had not had a chance to bathe.

When I was finished, JT came into the bathroom naked. He began to rub body oil into my skin—all over. Then he told me to put on the sky blue swimsuit that he had sent with me to Houston. He led me back to the living room, where he sat down on a big black leather couch similar to the ones at the ranch.

He did not invite me to sit, but instead asked me to pose for him in various ways. He said he wanted to see for himself how I looked. He was really into it, as I flexed and posed in various ways. His cock was hard.

Then he motioned for me to come close. He had a jar of petroleum jelly, and lubed up his middle finger. Then he gently slid his hand up the swimsuit. Since he had cut the lining out of the swimsuit, it was not only much more revealing to the eyes, it also provided easy access to my privates. And I knew what the petroleum jelly was for.

He wriggled his lubed finger right into my hole. I gasped, even though I was expecting it. He began to rub and thrust with his finger. This drove me out of my mind with lust. A finger is smaller than an ordinary penis, but it is more rigid. It is actually less comfortable than a penis, but the sensation is more intense. Some call this activity a "prostate massage," others call it a "finger fuck."

JT went at this for a while. I was bucking and thrashing, tormented by the teasing. His technique made satisfaction seem so close, but you never get there. My precum was flowing plentifully, and the front of the swimsuit had a huge wet spot.

"Are you ready to come?" JT asked.

"Oh, God, yes!" I exclaimed.

"Well, you're not going to," JT said matter-of-factly. Then he directed me to take off the swimsuit and get on my knees. I did as he told me, and without waiting for further instructions I went down on his cock. In the past 24 hours, I had sucked off Dewey, Jim, and Matt. As much as I enjoyed them, it was nice to be back with my Master.

He had oiled my body and made me pose for him. His cock was rock-hard because he liked the way I looked. He liked my body. He liked my body displayed in his skimpy swim suit. My body made his cock hard. I was proud and I was happy. Precum continued to ooze from my cock, and a long string of it dangled downward.

It didn't take long for JT to shoot. His load was slick and watery and required me to swallow twice just to get most of it down. I spent some time making sure that he was completely drained and that nothing was lost. I was gentle; with his dick hypersensitive after his orgasm, I didn't want to make him cringe or flinch.

He patted the black leather sofa, indicating for me to come and sit next to him. Before I sat, I laid down the swimsuit so that the petroleum jelly still inside my anus would not ooze out and make a mess on the expensive leather. I snuggled up next to him while his body settled from its eruption.

After a while, JT had me stand up on the floor. He got down on his knees in front of my dick. But before taking my cock in his mouth, he gripped my thigh with one hand, and with the other, he slid his finger back into my anus. He rubbed me hard and fast. Just like before, I squirmed from the intense sensation. It was both extremely pleasurable and somewhat uncomfortable. The simplicity of the action contrasted with the ocean waves of sensation that surged through my body.

"Come for me, boy," JT said. "And don't hold back." And all at once, he took my cock into his mouth and began to vigorously stroke my prostate.

In less than ten seconds, I shot my load, and I shot it hard. My orgasm was consistent with the rest of the finger-fucking that JT had been giving to me. The pleasure was so intense that it almost hurt. However, the release was total and the completion was extremely satisfying.

JT stayed on my cock for a while. Then he got off his knees and stood up. He gently but forcefully pushed me down onto the couch. Then, as I lay on my back, he brought his face down as if to kiss me. But instead of kissing me, he spit out the load of my cum that he was holding in his mouth. My lips, nose, and cheeks were covered in the warm goo of my own sperm.

And then we began to kiss.

Sam has had a great home "cumming" after his trip to Houston. Now he gets to spend a night alone with JT in Master Dave's luxurious and kinky townhome. You won't want to miss a single detail, so keep reading.

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