Marching Band Cadet Chapter Ten
Marching Band Cadet-- Chapter Ten
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.
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Previously: After a Friday evening full of sexual exploration and submission, Sam ended up sleeping on the sofa bed in the living room with Jim, the coolest and most popular of the Hot Shots.
Jim took me in his arms, put his mouth on my ear and said, "Thanks," and within a few minutes we fell asleep.
I woke up in the morning to the sound of Loony Toons cartoons. Jim's body was entwined with mine, and his morning boner was pressed against my thigh. I had awakened a few times during the night, and he was always wrapped around me or laying across me. I wondered if he was indulging because I was a willing partner, or if he snuggled with everyone he slept with. He was originally supposed to have slept with one of the other Hot Shots, who might not appreciate so much physical contact. Anyway, I enjoyed it tremendously. I didn't get a good night's sleep, but you know what they say: you can sleep when you're dead!
My eyes were shut, but suddenly the sheet that covered us was yanked away. "Look at these boners!" cried Wayne. He and Jeff had decided to expose us—cuddling, naked, and boned up. I groggily untangled myself from Jim. Jim grunted and shifted, but he still seemed determined to remain asleep. I noticed JT sitting in a chair with a bowl of cold cereal and milk, watching cartoons. I chuckled to myself. "The man of discipline" enjoyed Saturday morning cartoons just like a little kid. I took the sheet from Wayne and covered Jim up so he could sleep a little longer.
I needed to pee, so I padded down the hall to the bathroom. While I was taking care of business, I did a mental checklist. There were seven guys in the house besides myself. I had serviced four of them: Wayne, Jim, Jeff, and JT. That left Matt, Mark, and Dewey. Matt and Mark seemed to be pairing off. I felt like I should at least introduce myself to Dewey.
I made my way down the hall to the bedrooms. One was empty; it must have been the one where Wayne and JT had slept. One door opened and out came a very sleepy looking Matt, naked like me, and heading for the bathroom. The final door was ajar, and I figured Dewey would be behind it. I knocked gently, and Dewey said, "Come in." He was sitting up in bed, naked, but the sheets covered the lower part of his body. He didn't seem annoyed, but he asked me what I wanted.
"Sir, I know you'll be voting on the cadets soon. I wanted to make sure you know who I am and that I really want to be admitted. That's all. Is there anything you need this morning, Sir?" The final words just popped out of my mouth naturally.
"Do me a favor, boy," Dewey said. "Go and see if the kitchen has any coffee. If it does, bring me a cup. Sugar, but nothing else."
"Got it. I'll see what I can find, Sir." So I went back down the hall to the living room. Jim was up, and the bed had been turned into a couch again. Now there were three guys watching the coyote chase the roadrunner. I found Jim in the kitchen, brewing some coffee. He seemed sleepy still, staring at the coffee maker.
"Good morning, Sir. I hope you slept well."
"I did, Sam. I could have used a couple of more hours. Maybe I'll get a nap this afternoon."
"Dewey sent me to fetch some coffee for him."
"Yeah, that sounds like Dewey. Sam, did anyone tell you how long you would be here?"
"I was under the impression that it was a one-night sleepover. I think Matt may have told me that."
"That's correct. Some of us may stay here til tomorrow, but you two will be going home after breakfast. We have some club business to take care of. If and when you officially become a cadet, you will be a full part of the club. But for now, Jeff will be driving you guys home in a little while."
I didn't have any plans for the rest of the day, but I was grateful for everything that had already happened. And I was a little bit tired, although if I were given the opportunity to have sex ten more times, I'm sure I would have taken it. More importantly, I sensed that the Hot Shots were going to vote on me and Matt, and that we couldn't be around for that.
The coffee finished brewing, and after Jim helped himself to a mug, I prepared a mug for Dewey, stirring in two spoons of sugar. I went back through the living room and the Saturday morning cartoons and down the hall and delivered the coffee to Dewey, who was still sitting in bed.
"Good work, boy," he said as he took the coffee mug from me. He took a sip. "How much sugar did you put in here?"
"Two spoons, Sir," I answered.
"That's one spoon too many," he said.
"Should I bring you a new mug the way you like it, Sir?"
"No, I'll drink this one as it is. Just remember for next time." He winked.
My body tingled. He was clearly signaling to me that there would actually be a "next time" because I was going to be a cadet. Of all the Hot Shots, Dewey was the most fully developed in terms of size, muscularity, and body hair. He was dark skinned, with dark hair, and brown eyes. He wasn't as handsome as Mark or Jim, but he radiated strength, masculinity, and forcefulness. I looked forward to experiencing whatever he wished.
"I will get it right next time, Sir. Is there anything else you need right now?"
"I'm good for now, boy. Thanks for checking in with me this morning."
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." I left him in the bed with his coffee and I went back to the living room. Everyone seemed to be glued to the television, riveted by the escapades of Sylvester the cat and Tweety the bird. JT was still sitting in the chair holding his empty cereal bowl. I had to chuckle at the sight of all these four nude guys, each one that I had serviced sexually—all of them now watching Saturday morning cartoons like little kids. They only needed pajamas to complete the scene!
I served myself a bowl of raisin bran and I ate at the kitchen table. When a commercial came on, I went out to JT and asked him if he wanted more breakfast cereal. He told me no, thanks, and I took his bowl back to the kitchen sink. By the time I finished my own cereal, the Loony Toons hour was over, and the others had come out to the living room. Jim announced that a short meeting would begin in fifteen minutes, and then Matt and I would be taken back to our homes. The minutes passed quickly, with guys getting cereal and doing other morning things.
Soon everyone was settled into the living room again, and Jim began the meeting.
It looks good for Sam's chances of becoming a cadet. But his short time at the sleepover is coming to an end, and he has a whole lot that he needs to think about. What is going on with his friend Matt? And what about Sam's upcoming weekend alone with JT? There's a lot more coming in the chapters ahead.