Marching Band Cadet Chapter Nine

Marching Band Cadet-- Chapter Nine

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 been spanked and fucked by JT, and now that they have showered together, Sam has established a connection with JT that will last beyond this one gathering of the Hot Shots. Sam has had a lot of action, and now the hour is getting late.

JT and I walked back to the living room to join the others, buck naked and freshly showered.

I was really hungry. Matt and I had arrived around seven in the evening, and I had not eaten dinner. It was now 11:30 p.m. I walked through the living room and back to the kitchen where I was able to make myself a couple of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I stood at the counter and ate the first one so rapidly that I was unable to speak when Jim walked into the kitchen.

As I've noted before, Jim was a very attractive guy. He was the star of the high school band, and arguably one of the school's "cool" people, but he was super friendly. He had a smile—a grin— that was so big and bright it could light up Broadway. His big grin made me feel noticed and liked.

Unlike JT, who was tall and svelte, Jim was average height and well proportioned with nice muscles, particularly his arms and shoulders. He had hairy legs, but was still naturally smooth above the waist. He was standing nude before me, and his dangling cock and balls matched the rest of him—proportioned, attractive, and carefree.

"We have eight guys and four beds," Jim began. "Before you got here, we thought that we would put you and Matt in one bed, but now Matt and Mark want to sleep together. So we rearranged things, and now you and I are going to be sleeping on the pullout sofa bed."

"That's fine," I said, my mouth still partially clogged with peanut butter sandwich. I swallowed. "I didn't even realize there was plan. I'm sure I'll sleep fine wherever I am, Sir." I wondered if the others were annoyed with whatever was going on with Matt and Mark. Jim was very attractive, but he was still a distant second to Mark and his Michelangelo-sculpted body. If Matt was glomming onto Mark, as JT had observed, then Matt was less available to the rest of the guys.

"I'm going to go pull out the sofa bed in the living room," Jim said. I wondered if Jim had chosen to sleep with me, or if he had just been the one to draw the unlucky straw. It had worked out well for me. I would much rather sleep with Jim than with Matt.

As if reading my mind, Jim came and stood next to me, threw his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close to his side. He put his mouth right on my ear and told me that he could sleep anywhere tonight, but he had deliberately chosen me. His breath was hot and sexy on my ears, and he knew what he was doing, because he finished by giving my ear a wet lick.

"Finish your sandwich," he said, walking out of the kitchen. "I know how much you like to swallow everything," he said. I couldn't see his grin as he was walking away from me, but I could hear it in his voice. Damn, he was good!

So I finished my second peanut butter sandwich, still standing at the kitchen counter. While I chewed, this time more slowly, I wondered what it would be like to sleep with Jim. Would he want to have sex, or just sleep? I was feeling dog tired, and I wondered if it would be possible for me to fall asleep during sex. I had given Jim a good blow job earlier. Was he done for the day, or would he be wanting more sex? I resolved that as a cadet, I would give him what he wanted, placing his pleasure and his needs ahead of my own.

I padded out to the living room, and found Jim setting up the bed. He had unfolded the bed out of the sofa, and was making it up with the sheets and pillows that Matt and I had brought with us. I joined him. As we tucked the sheets around the edges, Jim outlined the sleeping arrangements. Matt and Mark would be in one bedroom; Jeff and Dewey would be in a second bedroom; JT and Wayne would be in the third bedroom; and that left me and Jim with the living room sofa bed. The living room had no privacy; if any of the others got up in the night and went to the kitchen for a snack or a glass of water, they would walk right past me and Jim, whether we were sleeping or otherwise engaged. I didn't mind, and I don't think Jim did either. We had already had sex in front of the whole group.

By the time we finished making up the bed, we were alone. Jim turned off the lights, and we got onto the bed, uncovered.

Jim immediately took me in his arms and started kissing me. I was expecting something to happen, but I wasn't exactly prepared for kissing. My limited experiences with sex had been focused on dicks, oral sex, and limited anal sex. I must have exchanged a few kisses along the way, but Jim and I were now making out. I told myself to relax, and pretty soon I was enjoying it. This was not a couple of pecks on the cheek. It was big, open mouthed "French" kissing, with a lot of tasting and slurping. I pictured Jim's huge grin as his huge mouth completely covered my own.

His hands were busy, too. He was caressing and fondling me everywhere that his hands could reach. But he mostly used his hands on my cock, my balls, my ass cheeks, and my nipples. Having my nipples played with was a new sensation, and it was confusing at first, but like most other things, I quickly relaxed and began to enjoy it. The kissing was adding an extra energy to everything.

I attempted to kiss him back and I also used my hands to touch his body parts, including his nipples. I wasn't entirely sure if he wanted me to passively allow him to use my body, or if wanted me to actively engage with him. I was reciprocating, and he seemed to be enjoying it. We both were having a good time.

After a while, he quit kissing me, and rolled onto his back. Then he placed his hands on my head and started to gently but firmly push my head. It took me a moment to realize that he wanted me to suck him. So I kissed my way down his chest and his stomach, and when I reached his cock, I kissed along the shaft and gave him a few teasing licks before I went down on him. He moaned and slightly arched his back for a few seconds. He definitely liked it.

Just like earlier in the evening, he mostly laid still, allowing me to bob up and down on his shaft. When he got close to orgasm, I thought about pausing in order to make things last longer. But I realized how tired I was, so I doubled down and finished him off. He groaned loudly and his dick pulsed in my mouth as he discharged another big, thick load. I stayed on his cock for a couple of minutes, making sure that I got every drop.

Once I re-positioned myself next to him, Jim took me in his arms, put his mouth on my ear and said, "Thanks," and within a few minutes we fell asleep.

Sam has given Jim a second blow job, and has fallen asleep with the popular and talented musician. From chapter one up until this point, only about six hours have passed, and Sam has made a big impression on the Hot Shots. His role as a prospective cadet continues to develop and deepen, so keep reading!