Previously: Sam's marathon of back-to-back sex appointments is over. JT has returned to the master bedroom where Sam has been hosting the other upperclassmen.
At long last, my Master was back. He came in and shut the door behind him. He was naked, gloriously naked, and I threw my arms around him and kissed him hungrily. I was so glad he was back. I clung to him for a long moment before he let me go and took a look around the room.
"Wow!" JT exclaimed. "I guess you won't have any problems identifying Jeff's armpits." Jeff's very strong scent still lingered after he had left the bedroom.
JT was carrying his clothes in one of his hands. He opened the closet, and put his clothes away with our other gear. The tidiest guy in Texas. "Dewey has been parading around naked all night," JT said. "He didn't say anything to us, but I think he was sort of taunting and daring the rest of us to join him. So I did."
JT took a long look at me. "Why don't I sit in that chair, and you can sit between my legs?"
"That would be great, Sir," I said. I was growing to love that position, sitting on the floor between his legs, while he sat above me and behind me on a chair or sofa. Sitting that way made me feel intimate, submissive, and protected. It also prevented us from making eye contact, which made it easier to talk frankly.
"So how did it go?" JT asked, once we were comfortably seated.
I started with Mark, which was the most peculiar incident. Mark had wanted me to spank him, a role reversal for me. But his instructions for me were contradictory: he wanted me to keep the spanking secret, but he also wanted me to smack him so hard that everyone in the house could hear it.
I went on to talk about Jim. My session with Jim had been the most relaxing one. I told JT what Jim had said about the cadets, that the original purpose had been to provide the Hot Shots with the kind of attention and sex that they could not get from girls.
Then I told JT about Wayne. I was experiencing feelings of a "crush" on Wayne. He was mentoring me with my music, and playing our horns together was a sensual experience for me. He was such a kind and admirable friend. I fretted that maybe Wayne was having sex with me in order to make me happy, which was the reverse of how it ought to be.
Finally, I talked about Jeff and Dewey. They were dominant guys, which turned me on. And they fucked me enthusiastically, which also turned me on. I knew Jeff better and I was more relaxed with him. Dewey's effect on me had been alarming; I had dropped into a state of submission and passivity almost involuntarily. I was anxious about that, especially because it felt disloyal to JT. Having sex with the others was one thing; domination and submission felt more like that should only take place between me and JT.
JT listened to all of this, only interrupting me here and there to ask a question.
Now he began to speak. "First of all, boy, I owe you an apology. I made two mistakes. First, I did not think that all five guys would sign up. I thought maybe it would be three. It's a good thing that they are interested. A very good thing. But I underestimated how horny they are and how curious they are.
"Second, I was worried about your physical stamina. But I did not see how emotionally difficult this might be for you. It was a lot of changing roles, and it was a lot of negotiation. And you obviously like these guys, and they like you. That's a very good thing. But it was too much in too short of a time. So I apologize. I made some mistakes, and I'm sorry."
"There's no need to apologize, Sir. It's good that you know why I am a little bit wobbly right now. I'm fine. Physically, I'm great. But my mind and my feelings are a little scrambled. More so than usual," I smirked.
"I'm not at all surprised," JT said. "Sam, I agree with Jim's theory. Most of the cadets have been gay, from what little I know. But most of the other Hot Shots have been straight or bisexual. I think that over the years, it's been a good arrangement. It's efficient. The Hot Shots get their needs taken care of and can focus on music and the band instead of chasing girls. The cadets get nearly unlimited sex with some great guys who don't look down on them for being gay. Everybody looks out for each other. You and I are lucky we found this place!
"But all the upperclassmen—Jeff, Dewey, Jim, Wayne, and Mark—all of them are straight or at most something like bisexual. That means that sex with them is usually going to be a little more roundabout and a little more limited than it is with me and other gay guys. That's what made things really challenging for you tonight. I'm sorry for that. But the good news is that tonight, everyone got more familiar with you, and the overall mood of the club is more relaxed. The group came a long way in a short time. I know it took a lot of effort from you. But it was worth it. I'm proud of you, boy. Good job."
I relished JT's recognition. A lot had happened, and the weekend was only getting started. It was nice to pause and sit together for a few moments. It was nice to know that my Sir thought my efforts were making a positive difference.
There was a knock at the door.
"Come on in!" JT shouted.
The door opened and it was Jeff and Dewey. Both of them were buck naked, even though Jeff had put his underwear and shorts on just moments earlier when he was saying goodbye to me. Apparently, Dewey's strutting around naked was beginning to motivate the others.
"I'm supposed to bunk with this guy," Dewey said, as they came him. "His body odor is making me gag. Can he take a shower? What are the rules of this game?"
JT and I laughed at their predicament. The initiation game was supposed to be a challenge for me. Not for the upperclassmen.
When JT stopped laughing, he said, "Of course, Jeff can take a shower. Or I can have Sam clean his armpits right now. With his tongue. The goal is to make sure that Sam has a chance to memorize Jeff's scent. We weren't trying to make things bad for you, Dewey. I apologize for the confusion."
"Well, if Peaches wants to do that, let him go right ahead," Dewey said, using a new nickname for me.
"It's not what Sam wants, Dewey," JT said. "Sam is a cadet. I'm sure he wants to clean Jeff's armpits." I nodded eagerly. "But he'll do as I say, whether he wants it or not." I nodded again.
Jeff placed his palms on the back of his head, fully exposing his pits. I stood up, and Dewey moved away from Jeff to take a seat on the bed.
I walked up to Jeff and dove right into his right armpit. The smell was not awful. It was just so powerful. I started licking with gusto, fully aware that JT and Dewey were seated behind me and were watching intently. "Way to go, Peaches!" Dewey exclaimed.
The way to remove Jeff's odor was to basically wash his pits with my saliva, and then lick up my saliva along with his smell. I swirled my tongue around in my mouth to generate more spit. It took a couple of minutes for me to fully moisten his right armpit, and then to suck it all up. The smell and taste were unpleasant, but it was thrilling to be so nasty and so submissive in the presence of guys who were so dominant. The thrill vastly exceeded the unpleasantness.
It took another two or three minutes for me to service Jeff's left armpit. Jeff stood silently for the most part. I noticed his dick was pretty hard. Not as hard as mine! I think there was a little bit of "macho" pride going on. Jeff was proud that his manly scent was much stronger than anyone else. I was proud that I was "man enough" to handle his scent without any hesitation. And I think Jeff may have enjoyed having an audience as much as I did.
Once I finished, I pulled back from Jeff. "You men can check out my work," I said to Dewey and JT. "Let me know if it meets your standards."
They got up and walked over to Jeff, whose armpits were still spread wide for inspection. They didn't get very close, but they sniffed. JT pronounced, "Well, it doesn't smell exactly like Ivory soap, but it's good enough, I think. If the odor comes back tomorrow, Sam will take care of it again tomorrow. What do you say, Dewey? Can you bunk with this?"
Dewey nodded. "I'll be good for tonight. I need to get some rest so I can play with those peaches tomorrow. I hope your boy gets some rest, too. He's earned it."
Dewey and Jeff left the room, and Dewey pulled the door closed behind him.
"Dewey was right," JT said. "You have earned a good night's rest, boy. After a good spanking, you'll sleep like a baby."
After experiencing a rapidly revolving door of guys, Sam's conversation with JT is helping him get centered. A spanking will probably help even more. Keep reading to see.
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