Marching Band Cadet Chapter 34

Marching Band Cadet-- Chapter 34

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: Sam has now completed four of his thirty-minute sessions. He has serviced Dewey, Wayne, Mark, and Jim. The last appointment on his list is Jeff.

Jim pulled on his skimpy cutoffs, gave me a big sloppy kiss, and left the bedroom.

I used the time to wash my hands and face, rinse my mouth, and to finger a little lube into my hole. I was pretty sure Jeff would want to fuck me.

Jeff came into the room without knocking. Like Jim, he was clad only in a pair of short, faded denim cut-offs. I greeted him, and slipped around him to close the door.

"It's great to see you again, Sir," I said. "Can I help you get out of those shorts?"

Of course, he didn't need any help, but he accepted my assistance. I was able to touch him a little while he shimmied out of his cut-offs. Underneath, he was wearing black bikini briefs. It was unusual for a teen to wear anything but white briefs, or occasionally white boxers. Colored underwear and bikinis seemed very Hollywood.

I asked him to model the black bikini. It really looked great on him. His skin was fairly pale, which was a gorgeous contrast to the nice dark body hair on his legs and treasure trail. The black bikini accented his body perfectly, and I told him so. His boner was pressing sideways against the stretchy material. I was glad to see that he was aroused.

When I asked him if he had any special requests, he said that he wanted me to ride him like a cowboy. That shocked me because at first I thought he wanted me to fuck him. It turns out he wanted me to straddle him while he fucked me. I told him that I'd never done that before, but it sounded fun.

He wriggled out of his bikini. I took it from him and smelled it. I was very overt about it. It actually smelled pretty fresh and clean.

"Since you're smelling things," Jeff said, "Why don't you check out my armpits? I haven't even washed them this week. No deodorant. I was trying to accumulate a strong smell for you."

He placed his hands on the back of his head, offering his pits to me. The odor was indeed strong, already, while I faced him. My taint tingled and my cock went stone hard. What turned me on was not just the scent itself. More importantly, Jeff had spent five days preparing for this moment. He had been thinking about me!

In my perverted perspective, his rank armpits were a thoughtful gift, as though someone had bought flowers or made cookies for me. What a deviant I was!

I approached slowly, taking small sniffs as I moved closer. Jeff's scent was similar to Dewey. Both guys had a scent with a bitter character, like something had burned. Of all the Hot Shots, Dewey and Jeff would be the most difficult to distinguish once I was blindfolded. After assessing the scent with my nose, I gave Jeff a good licking with my tongue. The taste was not as harsh as Dewey's. I mentally made a note. Jeff's scent was more powerful than Dewey's; Dewey's taste was more harsh than Jeff's.

"Thank you, Sir. You do have a strong scent. The strongest of everyone. I love it. It means a lot to me that you tried to build it up over the last few days." I was telling the truth about myself; I loved it. But I silently wondered if it would bother the others.

I asked Jeff to lay back on the bed, hands behind his head. I was beginning to understand why this pose was my favorite. When the guy's hands are behind his head, he looks relaxed and confident. His armpits are wide open to admire and to consume. And with his hands out of action, you will be the one providing all of his pleasure. The pose is innocent looking to most people; but to a submissive guy, it radiates natural dominance.

Jeff was nice and hard already, but I took his cock in my mouth and worked on it for a couple of minutes just to get him primed. Then I fetched the petroleum jelly and lubed him up.

The new sex position turned out to be surprisingly easy. I straddled him, and taking his cock gently in my hand, I guided him into my hole. I slowly lowered myself until he was all the way in. It was different from what I was used to, but it was exciting and satisfying.

Jeff was sprawled below me. His body was unique, and I was enthralled. Jeff was tall and slim like JT and Wayne. But where their bodies were sleek and toned, Jeff's muscles were a little more gnarly and defined. His body was more rugged, more like a cowboy or laborer.

When the "bottom" is on "top," he is control of the motion, the angle of penetration, the depth of penetration, and the speed. I had never experienced it before, and would need much more practice, but I liked it. I could gyrate and grind a little bit, and I could also make Jeff's cock press a little harder in some places inside me. It was also kind of thrilling to be looking down on a very manly guy, who appeared to be at my mercy, but of course he was not. He and I had locked eyes, which added to the boldness and intensity of the connection.

Jeff removed his right hand from behind his head and grabbed my cock. He started to stroke my cock. Without thinking, I grabbed his wrist to make him stop.

"I apologize, Sir. I am not allowed to cum until Sunday. I am so close. So close. If you stroke me two or three more times, I will pop."

I released his wrist, but he did not release my cock.

"I want to see you cum, Sam. I want to make you cum."

"I want that too, Sir. But I'm following my Master's instructions. I'll cum for you another time, when it won't break a rule. Besides, if I cum right now, in this position, you will need to take a shower and shampoo your hair just to get rid of it all." I smiled, hoping that the humor would persuade him.

At last, he let go of my dick. If Jeff had forced me to ejaculate, I wasn't sure that JT could legitimately blame me for it. But it might have messed up JT's plans for the weekend. And we'd been building up to this weekend for so long.

Jeff and I locked eyes again. "Give it to me, Sir. Please. Give it to me."

I lifted my pelvis a little, and Jeff started thrusting into me from below. I was still on top of him, but now he was in control of the speed and the depth. I broke eye contact with him, leaned my head back, and closed my eyes. I emitted a low, deep moan.

Suddenly he withdrew his penis, sat up, grabbed me, and threw me face down on the bed. He got back on top of me, quickly found my asshole, and thrust his penis back in. The "top" was now back on top! I was now flat on the bed, and he was now flat on top of me. His body had me pinned. Only his pelvis was in motion. I loved how hard his lean, wiry body felt against me, pressing down hard. And his manly scent filled my nostrils each time I inhaled.

It didn't take long. Or at least, it didn't take as long as I would have liked. Pretty soon Jeff was grunting. His steady thrusting shifted into slow, hard slamming. He was practically bouncing on me, pounding me into the mattress as he emptied his load into my slick boy hole. Then he was still.

"Damn!" he exclaimed as pulled out of me and rolled onto his back. We laid side by side, looking up at the ceiling, while our breathing returned to normal.

"I'm sorry. I got a little carried away, Sam."

I laughed out loud. "No need to apologize, Sir."

"You liked being the cowboy," he said. "I could tell. But then I got impatient, and I threw you off, and then I got on top. I'm apologizing for that."

I chuckled. "First of all, Sir, a cowboy needs to be careful before he mounts a bronco. The bronco might throw him off."

Jeff laughed, while I continued, "The main thing, Sir, is that whenever I'm around, you should take what you want. That's what you just did. You took what you wanted. And you weren't dainty about it. You were kind of raw. I like that. Keep up the good work!"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Time's up," JT said from the other side. He didn't come in.

We scrambled out of bed. I handed Jeff his black bikini. After he got it on, I handed him his cutoffs. Once he was dressed, I reached up and kissed him on the neck. "Thanks, stud," I said. And then I added, "I mean, thanks, Sir." We both chuckled.

I opened the door. JT was on the other side, and he and Jeff greeted each other. Jeff headed off down the hall back to the others. At long last, my Master was back. He came in and shut the door behind him.

For the last few hours, Sam has been servicing the other upperclassmen. Finally, Sam will have a chance to catch his breath, and share his thoughts and feelings with JT.

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