Previously: Sam is spending the weekend with JT for training as a submissive. One of the other Hot Shots, Jeff, has come over on Saturday morning for a "lesson" on how to fuck.
"That was wild," Jeff said. "Can I get a drink of water?"
Jeff sort of flopped onto his back, still panting. JT vanished to get a glass of water. I remained in my position, chest and forearms flat on the floor. My head rested flat on the floor as well, turned to the side, facing Jeff. My ass was still up in the air and waiting for JT's next instructions.
He returned with a glass of water for Jeff. "That was good work," JT said to Jeff. "How did you like it?"
Jeff struck me as a guy who wasn't all that talkative, and he seemed to struggle to find the right words. "It was wild. It was like a warm, slippery glove. It was holding me tight, but it was so slick that I could move in and out really fast." Jeff paused. "I didn't last very long. How was it for you, Sam?"
JT spoke up before I could respond. "Sam's priority is your pleasure, Sir Jeff. Not his own. Sam takes his role as a cadet seriously. Isn't that right, Sam?"
"Yes, Sir!"
JT continued, "Now, boy, I want you to answer Sir Jeff. I expect you to be honest, which is our rule. I also expect you to be respectful."
"Yes, Master," I said. From my position with my face pressed to the floor, I was looking at Jeff's upper arm and chest, his nipples and his chin. I could not see his face. "Thank you, Sir Jeff, for asking. When you picked me up in your truck for the party a couple of weeks ago, you gripped my thigh. Ever since then, I have been craving what you just gave me. Even when I sucked you off, I wanted more. I knew then that you would be very good at fucking. You are a natural. If my ass was your first ass, then I am honored. If I was not your first ass, then I am still honored. Your sperm is inside of me, and I thank you for giving it to me.
"As for how long it lasted," I continued speaking, hoping I wasn't saying too much. "It was great. If you want to learn to last longer and you want more practice, I would love the opportunity, Sir. My Master makes those decisions, but I would love the opportunity. Your pleasure is always more important than mine. But I would love the opportunity," I said for the third time.
I could not see JT's face, so I hoped he was happy with my answer. Jeff needed more practice, and I would love for him to fuck me dozens of times. But I had to say all of that without offending either Jeff or JT.
"If Jeff wants more practice with you, he will have it," JT said, giving my ass a good slap. "Now, if you have any energy left, boy, I'd like to take a turn."
I could hear the smile in his voice, and I giggled inwardly. JT knew I had plenty of energy left. Jeff had been an appetizer, but my ass was still up in the air, waiting for the main course. Behind me I heard a few noises as JT lubed up his dick with petroleum jelly. Soon the head of his penis was again pushing against my hole, and in seconds he slipped right in. My hole was relaxed, and by this point, frictionless.
Soon JT was going to town, pumping furiously. I wondered what Jeff was thinking. He had seen JT fuck me before; he had seen Dewey fuck Matt. And of course, he had just finished fucking me. But it's different when you are watching someone else. And Jeff was very up close and personal. I wondered if it was a turn on or a turn off for him.
But I was unable to concentrate on Jeff. JT was going fast and steady, like the piston of a steam locomotive, and waves of pleasure were surging through my body. Pre-cum was oozing and swaying in a string as my cock and balls bounced in rhythm with JT's thrusts. I was moaning, and then my moans turned into a babble of words: "take me, take what's yours, Sir, please, Sir, I'm yours, fuck me, c'mon, show me, give it to me." I wasn't speaking in sentences or even making sense. I wanted him to "take me" and "give it to me" at the same time. I wanted him to empty his load but I also wanted him to keep going forever.
JT lasted longer than Jeff, but it still was not long before he reached his climax. He moaned and slammed me several times slow and hard as his man juice shot into me. I gave a primitive howl of gratitude and frustration. I was so thankful for his seed, but I was so annoyed that it was over. I had no words, only a howl.
My eyes had been closed for the last few minutes. When I opened them, Jeff was no longer in my line of sight. I heard a bit of commotion behind me again, and suddenly I felt the firm spongy head of a cock against my hole. It was Jeff, back for second! How long had it been since his first orgasm? Maybe fifteen minutes?
Plunk! Jeff was back inside of me. Maybe he was imitating JT now. He started out with a slow thrust and quickly picked up speed. I closed my eyes again and let the sensation carry me away. The notion of a male prostate gland had been briefly explained to me by another boy that had fucked me. But I certainly did not understand the biomechanics of the male rectum. Jeff's steady in-and-out motion created a continuous rubbing of my gland that overwhelmed my whole body and mind with rapture and with craving. I didn't understand the biology. I just knew that I never wanted it to end.
This was Jeff's second round, and he was lasting much longer than in the first. JT stopped him and had us rearrange. It was a good thing because I was getting stiff and sore from being in the "chest down, ass up" position for so long. JT had me get on my back with my legs in the air.
Jeff re-entered me and started fucking again. But he fell out. Two or three times he would start fucking me and fall out after a few strokes. JT explained that it was due to the angle; my legs were not pulled high enough. So then JT straddled me while facing Jeff. JT pulled my legs toward him, moving my ass a few degrees higher. It also took some strain off of me. I wouldn't have to hold my legs up with muscle effort.
But the best part was the view. I was looking straight up at JT's balls and his asshole. A couple of silky strands of hair descended from his balls. On the other side of those hairs I could see part of Jeff's torso as he continued fucking away, this time without any interruptions. My body returned to that wonderful, confounding rapture. But my eyes were filled with my Master's manhood and his most private and naughty body part. The ecstasy of my body was united with the glorious and intimate view that my eyes were taking in.
Jeff finally announced that he was coming, and his intensity increased as he released his second load into my grateful ass. Then his intensity quickly faded, he slowed down, and stopped. "Woo!" he said with a note of astonishment. And then he pulled out, leaving me with an empty feeling. And JT moved off me, leaving me without that magnificent vista.
For a moment, we all laid on our backs, side-by-side, with yours truly in the middle. I was sorry that the fucking had come to an end, but I was the luckiest guy alive to be lying between two such studs. Two guys who lived up to the club name: Hot Shots.
It looks like Sam's weekend training has led to some special training for Jeff as well. The weekend adventure continues in the next chapter.
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