Marching Band Cadet Chapter 40

Marching Band Cadet-- Chapter 40

This is fiction about gay males having sex. In this chapter: bareback anal sex, group sex, male scent, Dominance/submission.

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Previously: Jeff and Dewey have brought Sam into their bed, and they have each given him a quick and vigorous fucking. Now that Dewey is taking a second turn, JT has entered the room.

Although my eyes were shut and my face was buried in Jeff's robust armpit, I realized my Master had entered the room. "Ha!" he chuckled. "I assigned my boy to take care of your needs, and here you are taking care of his!"

Dewey paused his thrusting for a moment. I could not see what he was doing, but I assumed he was acknowledging JT. Then he resumed fucking me. Just like the other times, it was his rhythmic stroking that sent me into nirvana. He fucked hard and fast, and his cock was full sized and rock hard. But it was the uninterrupted and consistent rubbing of my mysterious hidden gland that drove me to delirium.

"Is this really what Sam needs?" Jeff asked from somewhere over my head. I was still face down in his armpit. His ropy shoulder and arm muscles were tight and solid around my head. Despite the unending flow of pleasure emanating from my hole, Jeff's scent was also inescapable and could not be ignored.

"Needs it, or at least he loves it," my Master answered Jeff. I heard his voice from the side of the bed, and the sound caused my sphincter muscle to twitch several times around Dewey's cock. More and more, my bodily responses to JT were automatic and involuntary.

"Sam is normally focused on giving sexual pleasures to others. But what he really loves is when you take control and dominate him. When you take over, it allows him to let go."

My Master knew me and understood me better than I could myself. That fact, and the simple sound of his voice, sent my sphincter into another burst of clenching around Dewey's cock. I had been very loose and slick. Now, with a series of involuntary contractions, Dewey's cock suddenly felt even larger and more filling.

My suddenly pulsating asshole was too much for Dewey. He grunted and cried out as his dick spewed a full load of seed into me for the second time that morning. His steady thrusting became erratic and slower as his jizz emptied out.

Dewey paused for a moment. His body went limp on top of me, his cock still inside of me. I had a minute of quiet euphoria pressed hard and held still between the two bodies.

Dewey abruptly resumed thrusting. I wondered if he was capable of a third orgasm so soon. His motion became a kind of desperate jabbing. It felt to me like he was frustrated. He was chasing a third orgasm, but it wasn't happening. He stopped thrusting again. And at last he pulled out.

I gave a pitiful whimper when his cock left my body.

"Are you disappointed, boy?" JT teased. "Don't worry, we won't leave you empty for too long."

The mattress bounced a little bit as Dewey got off of me and off of the bed. JT took his place, lowering himself down onto me. He was fully boned. Had he been turned on watching Dewey fuck me? Probably so. I hoped so.

JT's hard cock pushed and prodded in my crack until it found the entrance. Then it slipped right in. I don't think he had put on any lube. He didn't need to. We had started with plenty of lube at the beginning, and now my channel was smooth and oozy with three abundant loads of teenaged jism.

"You're nice and loose, cadet," my Master commented.

I gave a sigh. I wanted to say something, to ask him what he was feeling and what he wanted. But I was in a kind of stupor, a stupor of elation. Forming words would take effort and willpower that I temporarily lacked.

JT's penetration felt more urgent than when he had fucked me in the past. He would later say that the scene that morning was sort of a "gang bang." He said that an irrational frenzy takes over, and that it's like a vending machine is giving out free snacks. Everyone raids the vending machine, wanting to get some of the goodies before they run out.

It was irrational because a "healthy, lusty bottom boy" like me, he said, could take fifteen or twenty loads with pleasure and without quitting. The "vending machine" would not run out of snacks! But the guys who are fucking the bottom nevertheless get caught up in a frenzy.

JT varied the speed of his thrusting, along with the angle and the intensity. It was more interesting and teasing than Dewey's steady, mechanical piston. The variation partly released me from the trance created by Dewey's hypnotic stroking of my gland. JT's technique was a paradox. It was satisfying and it was everything that I could want; it also drove me crazy with a hungry desire for more. With JT, I wanted to rock toward him, to "fuck him back," but I was pinned down. I moaned with both pleasure and hunger, but that was about the only response I was capable of.

I was still lying face down, pinned and passive, eyes closed with my face pressed into Jeff's ripe armpit. I shifted myself a little, and my left hand bumped against Jeff's dick. His cock was rock hard. So I wrapped my hand around it, with a relaxed grip. I even managed to stroke it a little bit. I hoped that was okay.

"That's nice, boy," Jeff said to me in a husky voice. "I'm primed to take over when JT finishes."

And a moment later, JT did finish. His thrusting suddenly became furious as he growled and emptied his load into my happy rectum. It was my fourth load of the morning.

"Me next!" Jeff announced.

But first, JT took a minute to get us rearranged. He got a bath towel from Dewey, and laid it down on top of the bedsheets. I was now oozing, and he wanted to keep my drippings off of the bedsheets. Then he straddled my face, and pulled my ankles up near his shoulder. This was how he'd positioned me when Jeff had fucked me a couple of weeks earlier on the living room floor at JT's house.

With my ankles firmly gripped and my legs pulled up and over my head, my hole was wide open for the world. And especially for Jeff, who did not waste a second. He plunged into me with one stroke, all the way in, so that his balls smacked against my crack. I could barely see him because my face was up against my Master's balls and taint.

Jeff started going to town. His regular motion had that hypnotizing effect on me. My vision was almost completely filled with JT's private parts. I looked up at his asshole. It was within reach of my mouth. I recalled how silky smooth it felt on my tongue, and the warm, buttery taste. I yearned to kiss it and taste it again. But the others in the room might not understand. They knew I was a pervert; they might get the mistaken impression that I was licking or eating his feces. They might want me to lick their assholes, which I would happily do, if they were as clean as JT! But they might not be. They weren't gay, after all.

My focus cycled rapidly from JT to Jeff to Dewey. JT would tell me later that group scenes are tricky, especially for a submissive who is oriented toward serving others. JT would emphasize focusing on the "energy of the room" rather than on individual people or specific actions. The whole was greater than the sum of the parts, he would say.

I didn't have the benefit of JT's expertise in that moment. But I did find myself aroused and responding to the kind of raw and nasty masculinity that was all around me. It was sweaty and primitive and urgent. School boys play "touch" football, while older boys and men play "tackle" football. This kind of sex was like "tackle." It was hardy and real.

It was certainly working for Jeff, who shot his second load into me after just a couple of minutes. And it was certainly working for Dewey, who was literally standing in line behind Jeff. Jeff pulled out with a wet suction noise, and in a matter of seconds, Jeff stepped to the side and Dewey was right back inside of me for round three. JT had me positioned optimally for easy access. I had not yet seen a sling, much less been in one, but JT had me in that kind of position: legs spread wide, hole fully exposed for viewing and penetration.

It took Dewey a while. It was his third time at bat, after all, in about an hour's time. The ambience in the room had reached its own climax, and it was all beginning to cool down. JT spoke to Dewey and told him to take his time, that I would be at his disposal for as long as he needed. JT's tone was relaxed, confident, and authoritative. My body was entirely his, and he would share me or allocate me as much as he wanted. While I continued to look at the back of his ball sack, his voice of sure dominance sent my sphincter into another spasm of lust.

The twitching grip of my ass was enough to close the deal. Dewey must have been getting used to this. He growled and ejaculated into my hole, his third load of the morning. For me, it was the sixth load.

After Dewey withdrew, JT observed that we all seemed ready for a break. He got off of me, and told me to gather up the towel and wear it like a diaper while I walked down the hall to the bathroom. He told me to take a thorough shower so that I wouldn't be dribbling all over the house. I felt a tinge of disappointment that it was all over.

Our hero Sam is slightly disappointed because his first gang bang has finished. It had been amazing, and best of all it had been completely spontaneous. Now, with the warm cum of three guys dripping down his legs, he's off to the showers.

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