Previously: Sam is beginning his weekend initiation with the Hot Shots. JT has set him up with a schedule of five one-on-one sex sessions. The first one is with Dewey.
Right at seven o'clock, Dewey strode into the room, buck naked and completely at ease with himself. He closed the door behind him.
Dewey was a rising junior, a year younger than JT, and the same age as Jeff and Mark. But Dewey was the most physically developed. When I was older, I would understand that Dewey had more testosterone. He was more muscular and more hairy. He was also dark skinned, from a Sicilian background. While Mark had the body of a god, Dewey had the body of a stud.
That would all be enough to make him irresistible to me. But he also had the casual confidence of someone older. Just as his body said to me "All man, not a boy," so his attitude said to me "All man, not a boy."
I recalled how I had brought him some coffee at the previous month's gathering. From the outset, he called me "boy" when most of the others were still calling me "Sam." His attitude toward me was matter-of-fact, as though guys submitted to him all the time. He seemed cocky, but not arrogant or mean. For a submissive guy like me, someone like Dewey can be impossible to resist.
For reasons that I could not understand, I decided to kneel in front of him. I looked down at his feet, rather than looking up into his eyes. There were things that I thought I could say or should say, but I remained silent. Finally I said a single word: "Sir."
"Nice, boy," Dewey said. "I want you up on the bed, ass up and head down." It was a standard position that I was getting used to.
"Sir," I said, "should I lubricate your cock, or will you be doing that yourself?" I was sort of afraid that he might just try to stick it in without any lube. I was still on my knees, with his cock right in front of my face, rapidly growing hard.
"You do it, boy," he said. "No, wait. Suck on it first." I'd seen every dick in the Hot Shots, and sucked most of them. Dewey had the biggest cock. It wasn't monstrous or more than I could handle. But it was big and had a very dark color.
I grasped the root of his cock with my hand, which steadied it, but also reduced the amount that I would have to take into my mouth by a couple of inches. It smelled pungent. I took it into my mouth. It tasted pungent, as well. And salty. And just a tiny bit like piss. My eyes dilated, my mouth salivated, I felt my sphincter loosen. My mind went clear. Everything about him said "Stud." Smelled and tasted and felt like "Stud." And every part of me let go.
After a brief period of sucking, he grabbed me by the hair and pulled my mouth off of his cock. It was like I was in a trance. My body had simply gone passive, waiting for whatever he wanted to do to me. It took all of my willpower to grab the lube, which I had set down next to me. I moved sluggishly, as I were moving through molasses, I applied a very generous amount to his cock. Something told me that if I didn't get him adequately lubed right now, he was not going to give me a second chance.
I was perfectly fine, physically. But I had fallen suddenly and hard into a very submissive frame of mind. JT would have known what was happening to me, and would have guided me. But I didn't think Dewey could or would understand. My body wanted to be completely still and let Dewey take everything and anything he wanted. My body was acting as though I were lying in a warm bath, absorbing the pleasure. But if I acted like a zombie, Dewey might be confused or upset or disappointed. My first job was to serve him and please him.
I forced myself to speak a single word again: "Sir." Then I forced myself to get up off of my knees and onto the bed. I practically fell over into the position, with my head on a pillow and my ass up. Dewey got onto the bed behind me, on his knees, and in position.
He slid into me like a warm knife into butter. My boy hole had simply dilated for him; there was no tightness or resistance, no effort, no need for me to take a deep breath. His big balls flopped against my taint once he was in all the way. What a stud.
He began fucking me fast and hard. That's probably the only way he ever fucked, and it was the only way I'd ever want him to fuck me. "Sir," I said from within my mental stupor, "you are such a stud. All man. Pure man. Give it to me, Sir. Don't hold back."
It seemed to me like we were just getting started, but he grunted deeply and said "Oh, fuck," about seven or eight times as he came, emptying his load into me. No sooner had I said, "Give it to me," than he really did give it to me! He had probably been fucking me for only two or three minutes.
He pulled out of me and flopped over on his back. I started to lower my ass down to the bed. As I did so, Dewey grabbed my head by the hair again and shoved my face into his armpit. "There you go, boy. Learn what a real man smells like."
His armpit was sticky with sweat. It was rank and acrid. It tasted like burned toast. It was an altogether nasty and unpleasant smell. Part of me hated it, but my cock actually squirted precum. I didn't have an orgasm. But his entire demeanor and his manly body were causing me to react in strange ways, involuntarily. I loathed the stink of his armpit, but I also loved it, and I attacked it like a starving man attacking a plate of food.
This went on for about five minutes, while Dewey squeezed my ass and complimented it. He said my ass was perfect, like the perfect pair of peaches. He said he'd wanted my "peaches" from the moment he first saw "them." Suddenly he climbed back on me, laid on top of me, and stuck his dick back in me.
He fucked me again, just as vigorously as before. I was now flat on the bed, which was more comfortable for me, and his full weight pressed down on me. I went completely passive. The only thing I could do was moan as the pleasure rolled from my ass to the tips of my toes and the tips of my ears. My mouth was open and I was drooling. Actually drooling!
He came for the second time. This round had lasted longer, about ten minutes. He came again, a little more slowly this time, and with less noise. He flopped over and once again shoved my face into his armpit and told me to lick it clean. I did my best. He started to make me clean his other armpit, but I looked at the clock. Wayne was my next appointment, and was due in five minutes!
"Sir," I said breathlessly, "I'm so sorry but our time is up. We can do some more tomorrow if you want, Sir, but I have to get myself together before Wayne comes in. I want to please you, Sir. I'm so sorry we are out of time."
"Don't worry about it. I'm spent for now, anyway. I'll grab your peaches again tomorrow."
And with that, he was up and out of the door. I assumed he would clean up in the hall bathroom... I had applied a generous amount of petroleum jelly!
I straightened up the bed as best I could, and then I went into the bathroom to wipe up and wipe off. I hopped in the shower for a minute. Normally, I would have loved having Dewey's scent and seed linger on me and in me. But I didn't think Wayne would like that.
I came out of the bathroom toweling my body dry. Dewey had closed the bedroom door when he left. I hastened to get it open again. As it swung open, I came face to face with Wayne, who was my next appointment.
Dewey had an overwhelming effect on Sam, leaving our cadet disoriented and a little bit unprepared for the next four sexual partners of the evening. Keep reading to see how Sam holds up during what can only be called a sexual marathon.
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