Previously: Sam and Matt came to a secret party to interview to become cadets for their high school freshman year. They are now standing naked in a room, surrounded by six tops who are known as "The Hot Shots."
"Sir," I said to Jim, "I would like to begin by servicing Wayne. It may be off base for me to make a request. And if so, I apologize, Sir. But I think it would be proper for me to suck Wayne's dick, and make him feel great, and swallow every drop."
The room froze in silence in response to my words. I added, "Of course, only if that is what Wayne wants. And if you think it would be proper, Sir," I said. My eyes were focused on Jim, letting him know that he was the "Sir." Jim still appeared flustered, and I was uneasy that I might be the cause of his consternation.
"Let me explain," I continued. All ears and eyes were on me. "I am a trombone player. Wayne is the leader of the section that I will be joining in the fall. I'll be under him, musically. That's why I want to service him first."
It was quite daring of me to take the initiative. There were six tops in the room. I knew who they were, although I never knew they were in a club like this. I would be getting to know a lot more about them in the next few hours . But at this moment, I knew their names and their ages. Only one of them, JT, was a rising senior. Three were rising juniors: Dewey, Mark, and Jeff. Two were rising sophomores: Jim and Wayne.
Of all six of them, Mark was the most attractive. Matt intensely desired Mark, and that was probably the main reason Mark wanted to come to this gathering in the first place. As a physical specimen, Mark was super fine. And like all of the Hot Shots, he was a pretty decent and unpretentious guy, which made him even more sexy. He had a killer smile, and he actually had dimples. Completely irresistible. Anyone could appreciate Matt's infatuation.
Based on looks, I should have requested Mark. Based on prestige, I should have requested Jim. He was the rising superstar, and seemed to be the unofficial leader of the Hot Shots. Based on seniority, I should have requested JT. Based on my boner, I should have requested Jeff, since he had given me the boner an hour earlier when he was groping my thigh on the drive over. I badly wanted him to finish what he had started.
So Wayne was the least likely choice, based on all of those other criteria. He was the youngest. Although he was not ugly or anything, he was probably the least attractive of the guys in the room. And he was actually the second chair trombone. I knew that, and I wondered why he was there instead of the ranking trombonist. Perhaps the first chair had chosen not to join the Hot Shots, or had been rejected for some reason.
But based on the logic of the marching band, which is very loosely organized in a military fashion, it made sense for me, as the lowest ranking individual, to serve my unit leader first. Kind of a chain of command thing. Wayne was the highest ranking member of my section; he was my unit leader, in a military sense.
Poor Jim still did not know how to react. I felt like I had made a big faux pas. I hadn't violated any of the rules. But I wondered if I had been too pushy and ruined my chances of becoming a cadet. At any rate, although I wanted to say more, I knew I had already said too much. (The first rule when you find yourself in a hole is to stop digging.)
While the awkwardness lingered in the air, Wayne suddenly stood up. He dropped his shorts and underwear. "Sounds good to me, boy," Wayne said. "Come and get it."
He didn't need to repeat himself. He was only a couple of steps away from me, and I dropped to my knees and immediately took his cock into my mouth. His cock was still soft. After a minute in my mouth with my tongue gently stroking the bottom of his shaft, it was quickly firming up. I looked up at him from my knees and said, "Would you like to sit back and relax while I take care of you?" He nodded, and kicked off the shorts and underwear that were still around his ankles, then plopped back down on the sofa.
I placed my hands on his thighs, and gently coaxed them further apart. He had incredible thighs. They were not beefy, but long and defined. I took a good look at his dick. He had a pretty thick bush of pubic hair. (In the seventies, there was very little "manscaping." In hindsight, it was much more natural, and there is something very sexy and masculine about that.) Wayne had a dark treasure trail descending from his navel down into the bush. As he reclined back on the sofa, he put his hands behind his head, exposing his armpits, which also sported lots of dark, thick hair.
Until this moment, I had only had closeup experience with five dicks, including Matt's. I had not yet realized that dicks are as distinctive as faces. Wayne's cock looked about like my own, but the thick bush and the muscular thighs that surrounded it made it seem exotic and manly.
What was truly amazing were his balls. They were oval. Most balls are round like golf balls. But his were like eggs. I was beginning to learn why Latinos sometimes refer to them as "huevos."
I had very little experience with oral sex. At the time, I figured that Wayne had probably never received a blow job. (Later, I would find out that my assumption was mostly correct.) Of course, what I lacked in skill I made up for in enthusiasm. I buried my face in his crotch, breathing it all in. His dick was warm and slightly moist, and emitted a salty, tangy smell that was like a hot summer day on a Texas beach.
I nosed and licked and sucked my way around. The balls were desirable, but I had no idea how to get them in my mouth without my teeth touching them. I was inexperienced, but I knew the first rule of cocksucking: don't let your teeth touch the sensitive parts! Finally, I went all the way down again on his now rock hard cock. I heard Wayne sigh, and I felt him relax a bit as he yielded completely to the sensations.
It didn't take long. Wayne began to thrust his pelvis in a slow, gently, rhythmic way. I would come to learn that this was a sign of a natural top, and a good moment to switch to anal sex. A top man wants to thrust and control the motion as he gets closer to orgasm. But I did not understand things like that as Wayne began to thrust more aggressively upward into my mouth. His balls slapped up against my chin, his pubes kept hitting my nose. I held my mouth open and steady, and did what I could with my tongue.
With a long, soft groan, Wayne popped his load in my mouth. My tongue felt the large pulses at the root of his shaft. The back of my mouth was suddenly full of warmth. I swallowed eagerly, before I even had a chance to taste it. I was an amateur. But Wayne didn't seem to mind. I think we were both feeling exhilarated. We had done it, brash and big, right there in front of everybody.
I finished slurping the final droplets that were oozing from the tip of his still hard cock. I didn't want to let anything go to waste. Wayne and I grinned at each other. I couldn't resist making a joke. "Now I know who brings the bone to the trombone section!"
Still on my knees, and catching my breath, I leaned back and came face to face with another cock.
Thank you for reading. Sam is inexperienced, but he is quickly going to gain a lot more experience. Once he discovers his submissive nature, he will have to make an important choice. Find out more in the next few chapters.