Marching Band Cadet-- Chapter Twelve

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.

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Previously: The overnight party with the Hot Shots is over, and Sam is returned to his home late Saturday morning.

Jeff pulled up at my house and stopped. I thanked him, grabbed my belongings, and said goodbye. He drove off, and I walked up to the front door. I was really hungry and really sleepy. I was glad to be home, but I already missed the guys.

I greeted my Mom. Dad was out playing golf or something. My kid brother and kid sister were playing a game in front of the television. Mom asked if I had a good time, and I said yes, and I told her that I made some new friends for high school next fall. She offered to make me some eggs and toast, and when she brought them to me, I gobbled them down. I really had not eaten a solid meal in nearly 24 hours.

I laid down on the living room couch and I must have fallen asleep instantly. I was alone and a an old western movie was playing on the TV when Mom woke me up. "Honey, someone's on the phone for you. Do you want to talk?"

I picked up the phone in the kitchen. It was Jim! "Congratulations, Sam. You're a Hot Shot now. The guys were really impressed by you and it was a unanimous decision. Matt was also admitted, so we will have two cadets this year.

"You will probably get a call from Wayne. Because he's your section leader, he'll be looking out for you and mentoring you in terms of music and the trombone section.

"We set the date for our June slumber party. It will be in four weeks, and it will go from Friday night through Sunday morning. Let me know if you need any help getting permission from your parents. Do you have any questions?"

I told him that I had no questions, and I thanked him profusely. After I hung up the phone, my Mom asked who had called me. I told her it was one of my new friends, and that I would be getting some trombone help from a high school sophomore named Wayne. She wasn't nosy, but she was my mother. It's hard for young people to imagine how different things were back then. Kids and teens were frequently on our own, unsupervised. On the other hand, it was nearly impossible to have a private phone conversation, and there was no texting or anything like that.

The rest of the day was a typical weekend. Wayne called to let me know that he would be available to help me as a musician. We made a plan to get together in a few days and practice at his house. I did some homework, played with my younger siblings, and helped my Dad grill steaks for dinner. On Sunday morning, we all went to church.

On Sunday afternoon, Matt came over. We went to my room and closed the door. I turned on the radio, and we talked softly.

I asked him about Mark, and he gushed. I was extremely curious about how Mark's body felt. So much bouncy muscle under all that glorious smooth skin. It must have felt great to touch and hold and squeeze such a body. I told him about my nickname "Dimples," and I said I'd like to lick every dimple on his body. Matt said maybe I'd get a chance, because Mark had joked about a three way with me.

Matt was very curious about me and JT. He asked me about the spanking. I told him it was hard to describe. I said it really hurts, but it also feels great to completely give yourself over to a guy. I felt proud to be able to "prove" myself to JT in front of all the others. It was not easy to explain something that I didn't really understand myself. All I knew is that I definitely wanted more.

I told him about my upcoming weekend with JT, and I told him that if I were bound to JT, I would still have the duty to service the other Hot Shots. JT would be my priority.

Mark had not made any similar comments to Matt. Matt seemed to think that he and Mark would be exclusive. He also told me that Mark was not interested in anal sex. Also, there had not been any kissing. I knew I would not want to be locked into one guy where the only activity would be sucking his cock. I loved to suck cock, but I could never be satisfied if that was the only activity. I wondered to myself if Matt had thought about this.

I told Matt that I thought JT was gay like we were. JT had not used that word, exactly. But he had been a cadet when he was a freshman. He had sucked dicks and been fucked up the ass and he didn't seem to have minded. I told Matt that JT was having sex with other guys outside of the Hot Shots, outside of band. JT had told me that if he were my Master, he would require me to service some of these other guys. JT seemed very knowledgeable about gay sex, and I didn't sense any interest in females.

Matt and I wondered about the sexual orientation of the others. We only knew for sure that JT and Dewey engaged in anal sex, because I had been fucked by JT and Matt had been fucked by Dewey. But if Mark didn't want anal sex, that raised a question about the others. Conceivably, they could be straight. They could enjoy having a guy suck their cock for thrills, but that was about it. It could be an ego thing, a power thing, or just a substitute for the high school girls who wouldn't grant sexual favors.

Jim's case was interesting. Mark had told Matt that Jim had sort of acted as a cadet earlier in the year. He had tried to suck a few dicks, but he couldn't really handle it. I told Matt how much kissing I had shared with Jim. Jim was an interesting case, and I made a note to ask JT to tell me more about Jim. But Matt and I were now realizing that the Hot Shots had not had any real cadets for the last year. There was probably some pent up demand, as well as just plain curiosity, among the Hot Shots. Wayne and Jim were the youngest, and had never had a cadet with them before.

Later that evening, after Matt had gone home, I got a phone call from JT. I was thrilled to hear from him. He had promised me that he would call, but it was wonderful, nevertheless. He congratulated me on making it, and said that I had impressed all the guys. He asked me how I was feeling. I told him I was fine, but he warned me that most cadets experience a letdown when the Hot Shots party is over and they return to their lives. He told me that for him, that was the hardest thing about being a cadet: going home. None of the Hot Shots wanted the parties to end, but the cadets were especially susceptible to feeling "in the dumps" afterward. So he was checking on me.

JT also talked with me about our upcoming weekend. He had to play in the band for the graduation ceremony in twelve days. He said he'd pick me up on the way to the event, and I could watch the graduation. Afterward, I would go home with him and stay two nights. He didn't go into a lot of details because we had such little privacy on the telephone.

When I got off the phone, I got myself ready for the school week ahead. It would be two weeks until school was out for the summer, and then it would be graduation weekend. The school year was winding down, and all of my big school assignments were finished. It was spring, and everything seemed great for me. It was going to be a very interesting summer, and I couldn't wait.

It's official now. Sam and Matt are both cadets. Sam is looking forward to his upcoming weekend alone with JT, a weekend of dominance and submission. You'll be able to read about it in the next chapter.