Marching Band Cadet Chapter 28

Marching Band Cadet-- Chapter 28

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.

This is fiction. If you object to fiction that includes the activities listed above, then you should read no further and exit from this page.

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Previously: After a very busy weekend of training, JT granted Sam a "boy's choice" before taking him home. Sam asked for, and received, a robust fuck.

We were lying on the floor, side by side, panting, and looking up at the ceiling. "Boy's choice" seemed to have worked out well for both of us.

After we caught our breath, JT reminded me that I had mocked him about hickeys. He had a wicked gleam in his eye. "Therefore," he announced, "I'm going to give you a hickey. On your ball sack."

With that, he dove down, and started mouthing my balls. He licked them. Everything was ticklish and hyper-sensitive because I was post-climax. He worked both of my balls into his mouth, which stretched them and was a little uncomfortable. Then he sucked my balls. Hard.

I howled with pain. It wasn't as though someone had hit me in the balls. It was as though my balls were being squeezed and tugged. It was not unbearable pain. In fact, my cock got hard again. It was mostly the unexpected sensation.

JT released my balls. Then he flamboyantly pretended to inspect my balls to see if there was a hickey yet. He announced that there was no hickey, so he would try again. He pulled my balls into his mouth and sucked again really hard, causing me to howl. He went through this charade a couple of more times.

"Well, I guess there's no way to leave a hickey on your balls," he said slyly. Of course, we both knew this was payback for my teasing him on Friday night.

Then, JT got up and announced that we needed to get ready to go. We picked up the sheet off of the floor and took it to the laundry room. I took another quick shower to get rid of the lube and fluids from our sex. We straightened up and eliminated all of the evidence of what we'd been up to. JT's family would be returning in a few hours.

JT counseled me that I was very likely to experience a letdown after almost 48 hours of euphoria and sexual arousal. He said it was completely normal, and that he would also be experiencing a bit of a comedown. He told me that he would call me in the evening, and that he would make up an excuse to come by and see me the next day. We agreed that if I really needed him, I should use the word "tamale" on the phone, and he'd come over as quick as he could to take care of me.

When we drove up to my house, my family had just returned from church. I invited JT to come in and meet my parents. My parents were delighted. JT was tall, trim, and polished. They had met Wayne, and I explained that JT was another high school band guy who was helping me prepare for high school. My parents were glad that I was hanging out with such responsible teenagers, learning music, and avoiding drugs. It would make it much easier for me to go places with JT if my parents knew him and trusted him. My kid brother and sister were starstruck by JT, who was going to be in twelfth grade.

Mom invited JT to stay for Sunday dinner; he said thank you, but he had chores to take care of. We said our goodbyes and then he was gone.

My brother and sister were glad I was home. They looked up to me, especially my brother, and they liked having me around. Mom had made a chicken casserole, so we had a big lunch. After lunch, Dad watched sports on TV, and I went to my room to read. Quiet and alone, I did feel let down. I missed JT. And I felt guilty that my family loved me so much but they could not possibly understand what I was experiencing, or share my happiness.

As promised, JT telephoned in the evening. His family had returned and all was well. It was good to hear his voice, even if we could not talk with a guarantee of privacy. He told me that he had some sheet music to bring me on Monday. That would be the pretext for him to come over and see me in person.

On Monday, as promised, he came by. He stayed about thirty minutes, but we were not alone. The sheet music that he brought over was "wrong" since my music needed to be in bass clef, not treble clef. I walked him back to his car, and we had a couple of minutes of privacy. I was glad to hear that he thought our weekend had been incredible. He reminded me to keep track of my masturbation, because I would be reporting it to him. He reminded me to start telling my parents that I was interested in having short hair. And he gave me some instructions concerning Wayne, the Hot Shot who was mentoring me with my trombone. Then we said goodbye.

On Wednesday, Mom took me over to Wayne's house so that he and I could do our musical exercises. Wayne's parents were away, so he and I had about two hours alone to ourselves. After about an hour of practice, I told him that I needed to fill him in on a couple of things.

I told him that I would be addressing him as "Sir," even when we were alone. Wayne was only a year older than me, and we were becoming friends. We were very casual, and focused on the music. But I told him that I was nevertheless a cadet, even when it was just the two of us.

I also told him that JT said I should give Wayne any sexual services that Wayne desired, whenever Wayne desired. JT and I agreed that sex would be a good way to express my gratitude to Wayne for all his help, and that because Wayne was my section leader, I particularly owed him my respect and my service.

Wayne nodded and played a couple of scales on his trombone while he thought about what I had said.

Finally, he stopped playing and said, "So, is it work for you? Is sucking my dick like an assignment from JT? Or do you really want to suck my dick? Or whatever we decide to do."

I realized that Wayne had much less sexual experience than me or JT. I also realized that he was heterosexual, basically, and that this must be sort of weird for him. The last thing I wanted was to make him uncomfortable.

"Well, Sir, even if we were not in the Hot Shots, I would want to have sex with you. You have a great body. I can name about five things that make your body especially irresistible to me.

"You definitely turn me on visually," I continued. "I'm not interested in girls, but I think you are, and maybe sometimes you see boobs on a girl, and you want to touch them, and squeeze them, and lick them, and suck them. That's how it is with me, only it is guys who excite me. Not girls.

"I am turned on by what I see," I went on, "but there's a whole other level with you. Like with Sir JT and Sir Jim. You're smart, you're talented, you're committed. You work hard. You are incredibly nice to me. All of those things also turn me on. I'm attracted to you, on the outside, and on the inside, just like with Sir JT and Sir Jim."

Wayne nodded, and played a couple of more musical scales on his trombone.

"Okay," he said at last. "I think I understand. I would not want to suck your dick. I hope that doesn't hurt your feelings. I don't want to ever suck anyone's dick. But you like doing it, I guess. I've seen it with my own eyes. And all those things you said about me—you make me feel like a hunk. Even though I'm not."

"Oh, you are a hunk, Sir," I chuckled. "Especially in my eyes. So if you ever want me to suck your dick or do anything else for you, I will enjoy it more than you will. I promise."

We went on with our practice session. Nothing happened right away. But I thought I had put Wayne more at ease, and that he might want to make good use of me when the time was right. I wanted to make him feel good, and I thought maybe I had taken a step in that direction.

Sam has finished his initial training with JT, and has made sure that his mentor Wayne knows that he is willing and eager to serve him as well. In the next chapter, the Hot Shots convene again, with Sam fully in the role that JT has prepared him for.

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