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Marching Band Cadet– Chapter Seven 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 I had sucked off Jim; I had sucked off Jeff. But I had barely seen JT”s cock, much less had it in my mouth. Now he was pushing it into my anus.

I felt the stress of the first “plop” as the head of JT”s cock pushed through my sphincter. I experienced that heady mixture of discomfort combined with the rapture of being penetrated. And not merely being fucked, but being fucked by an older male who was strong, self-assured, and competent. The spanking had removed a kind of mental blindfold. JT no longer seemed like a high school boy. He seemed virile and valiant and I wanted to give myself over to him completely.

My sphincter muscle spontaneously relaxed, and the discomfort became pleasure, pure and simple. JT slowly but deliberately pushed himself all the way in, until his ball sack tapped against my taint. I gasped. He waited a few seconds to make sure I was Konya Escort okay. And then he slowly and steadily began to thrust. It was a consistent motion, so the stimulation of my prostate was continuous, and I began to moan softly.

JT picked up speed. My ass was actually higher than my head, because my elbows and forearms were resting flat on the floor. JT lowered himself down, crooked his arm around my throat, and pulled me up and back toward himself. I arched my back, bringing my head upright so I could look around the room.

JT kept fucking me fast and steady, like a piston on a steam locomotive. Over on the other side of the room, Matt was on his knees and seemed to be giving blow jobs to Wayne and Mark. But Dewey was standing in front of me, watching me get fucked by JT. Dewey was pumping his own cock while he watched us. It made me feel very sexy, and very nasty. Nasty in a good way.

JT slammed me hard, and groaned as his load spurted inside of me. His piston fucking slowed down and finally stopped. He stayed crouched on top of me for a few moments, with his dick still inside of me. When he slowly pulled out, I moaned involuntarily with dismay. I wanted him always to be inside of me and top of me.

He stood Konya Escort Bayan up and helped me to my feet. He pulled me into his arms and held me. Then he said, “Now, it”s your turn.”

He slowly released me, and he quietly moved to my side, slightly behind me and out of my range of vision. “Stroke yourself,” he commanded.

I did as I was told, and while I stood there masturbating myself, he caressed my ass, and squeezed it. And then he began to slap it, slowly and gently. He was spanking me again, although it was much lighter this time. My ass was still red and sensitized from the first spanking. Now as JT lightly slapped my butt cheeks, they tingled and felt flushed with warmth.

My orgasm was suddenly imminent. The last few hours had gone from one arousing moment to another. It had started in the pickup truck, when Jeff fondled my thigh. Then there was the nudity, and my standing with Matt in the middle of the room fully exposed. My clothes had been taken from me and put away. I had sucked three cocks one after another�Wayne, Jim, and Jeff. I had swallowed all three loads. I had met JT and let him talk me into a spanking. Or more precisely, he caused me to ask for a spanking, a hard one. And after that, he fucked me, Escort Konya the fourth load to enter my body that evening. Dewey had been watching us and masturbating. Everything was public. And now, I was rock hard with all of that stimulation, plus I was experiencing new pleasures as JT manipulated and slapped my ass.

It was all way too much for a young male, and my cock suddenly started ejaculating. Three separate ropes of my sperm shot straight out from my body before I actually reached full orgasm. I groaned loudly as the orgasm engulfed me, and more sperm oozed from the tip of my cock. It was a wild experience. I jerked off regularly, but this was unlike any kind of masturbation. It was truly a “climax” of everything that had happened, brazen and bold for everyone to see.

After I caught my breath, JT handed me a small towel. He told me to wipe myself up, and then to wipe up my sperm from the floor, which had landed in three globs on the tile floor. I did as he told me, and then I stood still. I was content, but also a little woozy, or even a little bit “high,” from all the sensations and feelings that had swept me along. I wanted to go to the kitchen and find another snack.

“I need a shower,” JT said. “Would you like to join me?” I decided that the snack would have to wait.

Sam has been overwhelmed with a lot of experiences that he needs to consider. He is learning a lot about the Hot Shots, but he is learning even more about himself. Keep reading as his incredible journey continues.

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