Marching Band Cadet Chapter 66

Marching Band Cadet-- Chapter 66

This is fiction about gay males having sex. This is fiction about gay males having sex. In this chapter: oral sex.

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Previously: Sam and three other Hot Shots spent the night in a motel in Houston. In the morning, Sam had a spontaneous sexual encounter with the man working in the motel lobby.

His name was Philip, but most people called him Phil. He told me that sometimes he could arrange a free room at one of the hotels he worked with. His clothing fit him snugly. There were nice bulges. He was muscular, with dark hair and smooth white skin. It would be immensely pleasurable to service him fully.

I got the coffee for Dewey in a Styrofoam cup, and put in one packet of sugar. I said goodbye to Phil, and went back across the parking lot to our room. When I went inside, I noticed the nice humid smell of chlorine, pizza, and boy bodies.

I put Dewey's cup of coffee on the table next to his head. He stirred, but he did not wake up. I decided to crawl into bed with him. First, I found his used cotton briefs on the floor. I got into bed next to him, lying on my back, keeping the covers below my waist. My nipples were exposed, since he would probably pinch them once he found his coffee. Then I placed his underwear across my face.

I felt Dewey shift and sit up. I could tell he was taking a sip of the coffee. Then he put it down. He reached over and twisted my right nipple, and then my left nipple. Then he placed his hand on the underwear that covered my face. For a minute, he gently rubbed them all over my face, pressing them to my nose and lips.

I felt his hard dick against my thigh. Morning wood, probably. In a slow, smooth motion, I took the underwear off of my face, turned over, and scooted down so that my face was even with his cock. I took it into my mouth and started to suck. His dick was warm and tasted ripe and cheesy and delicious.

Dewey kicked the remaining bed covers off of us so that we were completely exposed. We didn't care if Matt and Jim noticed. We wanted them to notice.

I expected Dewey to blow his first load of the day pretty quickly, and he did not disappoint my expectations. It was not huge, considering he had shared four loads the previous day, three into my mouth and ass, and one into Matt's mouth. It came out kind of slowly, in three pulses spaced apart by a few seconds each. I nursed on his cock for a couple of minutes, while his erection subsided and the remaining seed dribbled out.

When I released Dewey's cock and looked up, Matt and Jim had definitely noticed us, and were imitating us. Jim was lying on his back on the bed, his legs spread wide, while Matt gave him a blow job. I admired the beauty and logic of the Hot Shots. The upperclassmen woke up with a morning woody, and a cadet would promptly take care of it.

Dewey went off to take a shower. I watched Matt while he finished the job. He was a pleasure to observe. The manner in which he gave oral sex was almost reverent. He really worked on the cock; you could see his throat muscles and Adam's Apple swelling and rolling. Like me, Matt was not only willing, but eager, to swallow every drop. It would be a waste and a disgrace to let the semen go anywhere else.

Matt and Jim were catching their breath when Dewey emerged from the shower, toweling himself dry. He announced that he was going to buy donuts for our breakfast, and that I was willing to come with him if I wanted.

I knew I would need to wear more than the swimsuit, so I pulled a shirt out of my bag, and I found my shoes. I quickly pulled them on while Dewey also put on his clothes. We asked the others what kind of donuts they wanted, and then Dewey and I headed out to the van.

That was when I got a good look at Dewey. He had put on some tight, revealing clothes: some very short denim cutoffs, and a lime green muscle shirt. In a later time, he would have looked like he was going to a gay pride parade. However, in 1978, lots of guys wore "short shorts."

Teen males grow tall rapidly. In the 1970s, when our long pants became too short, sometimes we would cut off the legs and turn them into a pair of shorts. We did this with jeans, and with corduroy pants too. The scissors usually cut where the bottom of the pockets reached, which was about mid-thigh. This made them quite short, by today's standards. And, since the teen was growing, the homemade shorts were usually too small in the waist, by a size or two. So they were both short and tight.

This was the case with Dewey. I had never before seen him in shorts like these. His "package" in the front bulged in a manner that called attention to itself. Meanwhile, in the back, the tight fit of the denim molded and lifted his ass into a perfect hemisphere, large but firm and tight. The fabric just managed to cover the cleft of that magnificent butt. Below that, fabric gave way to bare skin, and his powerful thighs were fully displayed.

Above the waist, he was wearing a fairly tight muscle shirt. Its light green color contrasted with his dark olive skin. Some people have skin that tans in the summer sun. But Dewey's skin was more bronze than tan, a true "copper tone." And he had the body hair of someone ten years older.

Taken altogether, Dewey's body was even sexier in these tight garments than when he was naked! I was caught off guard. I felt a tingle in my taint, and my cock swelled a bit.

We got into the van and drove a couple of miles to a donut store called Shipley's. I accompanied Dewey inside. I stood behind Dewey while he dealt with the person behind the counter. The shop smelled sticky-sweet like fresh donuts.

There were a couple of guys sitting on stools at a nearby counter. Their eyes were glued on Dewey. I judged them to be gay. My mother taught me not to stare, but one way that gay men signal each other and express interest is by staring a little too long. Houston was a big city where a large population of gay men from Texas and all over the South had built a famous (or infamous) community. Even I knew about it.

Anyway, the two men caught me staring at them. I smiled, and reached down and "adjusted" my crotch while maintaining eye contact. Their eyes widened with surprise. Dewey looked much older than me, and they probably assumed he was an older brother or uncle. But my smile and my crotch rub was a friendly and flirtatious signal that I, too, was a sexually active male. They nodded and smiled their approval. They considered me lucky to be the sex partner of a stallion like Dewey, regardless of my age.

Dewey, of course, was oblivious to all of this. He paid for the donuts, and we turned and left.

On the short drive back to the motel, I decided to ask Dewey about the two of us getting together alone, as I had done with Jeff and with Wayne. I reminded him that JT expected me to serve the Hot Shots whenever they wanted, whenever possible, and not just at our club gatherings. Of course, for us teen males who lived with our families, finding a private place was always the challenge.

I mentioned that Jeff was home alone most work days, and that I could ask Jeff if he would consider allowing Dewey and me to come over. It might be possible for the three of us to get together at Jeff's home, and I could service both of them. I told Dewey that Jeff liked to "play cowboys," since I wasn't sure whether Dewey would enjoy that or not.

Dewey told me that both of his parents were gone during the day. But he also mentioned that he had a brother my age, who would be joining the marching band in the fall. His brother, Tony, had gone to a different junior high than the one I attended. I had not met Tony yet. So even though Dewey's parents were frequently at work, his brother would have to be away somewhere as well.

Dewey mentioned that we ought to think about camping. There was a state park in the Texas hill country located on the Frio River. They had little rustic cabins you could rent if you did not have a tent. You could swim or tube in the river, or hike up the hill. They had charcoal grills for making hamburgers and hot dogs. It sounded great to me.

We got back to our motel and took the donuts into our room. Jim and Matt were out of bed and getting their showers. Dewey announced that he wanted to hit the road so that we would get home by early afternoon. We were hungry, and managed to eat three donuts each, leaving the box empty. I took off my shirt again, and arranged my overnight bag so that I could put on my regular clothes when we got closer to home. It didn't take long to load up the van. Jim turned in the room key at the lobby and we drove away.

The four guys have had a good time on their overnight stay in Houston. Now they are heading back home, where they still have most of the summer ahead of him. At some point, some of the Hot Shots will have to return to Houston to pick up the music instruments that were left there for maintenance. Sam has made an exciting new contact with Phil, who has offered to help them find free hotel rooms. Keep reading to see what happens next!

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