Marching Band Cadet Chapter 69

Marching Band Cadet-- Chapter 69

This is fiction about gay males having sex. In this chapter: Dominance/submission, rimming, facial.

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Previously: Sam and JT are spending the night alone at Master Dave's elegant townhouse. JT asked Sam if he had any special requests. An eager Sam immediately responded, "“I want to eat your ass."

We emerged from the bath into the master bedroom. It, too, had a black and chrome décor. The king size bed had a black headboard that went up to the ceiling. Mounted there was a huge mirror facing straight down upon the bed.

"Sir, I want to change my request," I told JT. He nodded at me, so I continued.

"I know I told you that I want to eat your ass. And I still do. But I'd like you to sit on my face and smother me between your butt cheeks. I'll eat your ass. But I want it to be something you do to me. Not something I do to you."

He smiled and nodded. "I'm glad that your understanding of discipline is getting deeper all the time."

We pulled down the covers of the massive bed and climbed aboard it. I laid on my back and looked up at the ceiling mirror. What a turn on! I could see both of us, our naked bodies bright against the black sheets. The mirror would add a great deal to sex, especially if you were being fucked on your back with your legs in the air.

"Do you like the view?" JT asked mischievously. "Because I'm going to give you an even better view."

And with that, he got up and positioned himself in a crouching position over my head. I could no longer see the mirror, but only his butt and part of his back. He made a few adjustments so that his ankles were tucked under my shoulders, and my hands gripped the outside of his thighs.

Because he was straddling my head, his butt cheeks were spread apart and I could see the puckered satin of his anus. A beautiful dusty rose color. About eight inches from my face, directly in my line of sight.

He told me to firmly tap his thigh three times. As I did so, he told me that I wasn't going to be able to talk, so three firm taps would be my signal to tell him something was wrong.

And then he lowered himself onto my face in such a way that his anal lips were pressed firmly against my mouth. I immediately began to kiss his anus in the same way that I kissed his mouth: aggressively, with an open mouth, using my tongue, sloppy with saliva, lightly sucking and slurping.

JT jerked and groaned at the sudden pleasure I was giving to him. But he quickly got control of himself and began to use his whole ass to command my submission. At first, he flexed his butt cheeks, squeezing my face. Then he began to gyrate a little, rubbing my face in his crack. And then he did a kind of rocking and sliding motion, up and down, forcing my mouth and nose against his anus and then his taint, back and forth. Finally, he started randomly doing all the above.

I had requested that he "smother" me. I was able to breathe, but not very well. When I inhaled, I was only breathing in air from the surface of his asshole and taint. For a couple of seconds, my mouth and nose might be completely covered. My breathing made a lot of noise—sputtering, gasping, slurping.

I gripped his muscular thighs. It was intense. My eyes were closed because they were pressed hard against the flesh of his ass. My mouth and nose were occupied, slimy with my own saliva, sometimes pressed right into JT's anus. All my senses were enveloped by JT. He was on top of me in every possible way.

I was nearly unaware that JT had reached down to my cock with his hand and had begun stroking me.   He did not grip my shaft tightly; he teased it with a feather touch. Without warning, I blew my load. I barely felt the orgasm in my genitals, but my whole body suddenly exploded with pleasure, and I howled at the intensity of it. My howling and groaning were completely muffled by my Sir's ass; anyone in the bedroom with us would only have heard a humming sound.

Almost immediately, JT raised himself up off of my face. The air-conditioned air in the room felt refreshing. My face was wet and sticky with my own saliva. JT rotated himself on the bed so that his dick was inches from my face. He began to jerk his own cock vigorously.

"Keep your mouth closed, boy," he instructed.

I did not have any clear expectations, but I had assumed JT would come in my mouth or in my ass. This time, however, he shot his man juice onto my face. When he was finished, he even pinched his cock to squeeze out every last drop. He used his thumb to roughly spread the globs more evenly around my face.

"Let it dry," my Sir said, "and you'll sleep like that all night."

"Yes, Sir," I replied.

JT got out of bed and turned off all of the lights except for a tiny lamp. He said that if we looked up at the mirror during the night, there should be enough light to see ourselves.

"I feel so happy, Sir," I said. "I've felt your domination in a lot of ways, but that was overpowering. The whole world disappeared, and it was just you. It's hard to explain. I'm very content. I'm glad I asked for it that way, and I'm grateful that you gave it to me."

"That's a sign of good discipline," JT said, once he was back in bed with me.

"You are a man of discipline," I said, repeating the words he used when we first met. "You are a good man of good discipline. And I'll sleep well tonight with your discipline all over my face."

It had been a long and busy day, and quite a trip to Houston and back. I fell asleep almost instantly.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

When I woke up in the morning, I found myself alone in the huge bed under the mirror. I yawned and stretched, and then got up and went in search of my Sir. Although most of his dried spooge had fallen from my face during the night, my cheeks were still a little bit crusty and itchy.

It was easy to find him downstairs in the kitchen, where he was apparently scrounging around for some breakfast. The sight of his bare butt triggered a response in me. I was well acquainted with his beautiful ass. Like the rest of him, it was trim and toned and silky. It was not as conspicuous as Mark's dimpled bubble butt, or Dewey's studly power butt. But now I knew what JT's ass could do to me. It wasn't merely a matter of me licking or kissing his ass. His slim, elegant ass could actually dominate me.

"He has a boss butt," I thought to myself, chuckling.

JT heard me and turned around. He greeted me with a sloppy kiss. "What are you grinning about?" he asked.

"Just remembering last night, Sir," I said.

There was no fresh food in the house, but JT had found some biscuit mix that needed only water, and was whipping up a pan of drop biscuits for our breakfast.

While the biscuits baked, JT told me about his plans for our day. He said he wanted to get me home to my family by three in the afternoon. But first, later in the morning, Mark was going to come over for a spanking session. After Mark left, Jim and Matt were coming over. JT wanted to help Jim to create some rules for Matt before our next Hot Shots retreat weekend, which was only days away. After that, we would have to straighten Master Dave's townhouse before leaving.

Then, JT surprised me by saying, "Master Dave and I are members of a sex club. I want to take you and Mark there in a couple of weeks."

"I wonder how many more surprises you have?" I reacted. Naturally, I was intrigued and excited. "So, what is this sex club like, and what is Mark going to do?"

JT explained to me it was actually a Leatherman's club. The word "leather" was not really what it was about, although lots of the men would wear leather items. It was really a club for kinky sex, where dominance and submission could be acted out in a variety of ways by a variety of people. JT said he would explain it more once Mark came over.

"Mark could benefit from an older man who has his own place. It's great that we were able to stay here at Master Dave's last night, but these opportunities are rare. That's why I have to spend time with you, with Mark, and with Jim and Matt. We have to cram in as much as we can while we have the time alone."

"I enjoyed having my face crammed into your ass," I said.

JT swatted my bare ass. "I enjoyed it, too. But I don't enjoy being crammed for time. Crammed bodies, yes. Crammed schedule, not so much."

The biscuits were ready. They came out of the oven, and we sat down at the kitchen table to eat them with some honey. There was no fresh food in the house, but we were managing.

We talked about our plans for the rest of the summer. We had about six weeks before school resumed. In just a few days, I'd attend my third weekend with the Hot Shots, and receive my buzz haircut. We would attend our party at the sex club. I had been invited to Master Dave's ranch for a stay of several days. We would have a return trip to Houston to pick up the instruments. I might go camping with Dewey; I was likely to have more visits with Jeff and Wayne.

"Between now and Labor Day," JT predicted, "you will probably take a hundred loads or more. Including at least a couple today. Mark will be arriving soon, and after that we have Jim and Matt. Go take a shower, and be sure to clean your insides, too."

Sam has continued having new experiences, including having his face buried in JT's ass, and sleeping through the night coated in his Sir's seed. The day has just begun, and the summer is only half over. Keep reading as Sam gains experience and has his limits stretched.

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