Previously: Sam is at a secret gathering of the Hot Shots, and he has just completed a blow job on one of the guys with everyone else watching.
Still on my knees, and catching my breath, I leaned back and came face to face with another cock.
It was Jim, standing to my left. And to his left was Jeff, who was looking on and slowly stroking his own cock. Jeff was the one who had brought me and my friend Matt to the party in his pickup truck a couple of hours earlier. He had rubbed my bare thigh with his free hand as we drove along, which had stirred up a powerful need and desire in me.
"Now that you've serviced your section leader, it's my turn," Jim said. "I'm glad to see you finish the job properly!" He must have meant that he liked the way I took all of Wayne's cum and swallowed every drop.
Unlike Wayne, Jim and Jeff were already hard. They had been watching the show that I put on with Wayne, and now they appeared to be standing in line! Jim was closest to me, so I guess he was the first one to get in line. I gingerly took Jim's cock in my mouth, taking care with my teeth, and slowly began to move my head using my neck muscles. "Ahhhhh... that feels so good!" Jim said very loudly for everyone to hear. I felt great. So nasty and so bold. Not only to be giving a blow job, but to be doing it with others watching.
I asked Jim if he wanted to sit down, like I had done with Wayne. Jim sat down next to Wayne, who was still reclined on the couch, still nude, and now watching with a certain kind of amusement. Jim laid back and closed his eyes, putting his hands behind his head as Wayne had done. I found that very sexy and arousing, but I could not understand why that was the case.
I bobbed up and down on Jim's cock. In the seventies, there were these toys called "drinking birds." They had a body made of glass, filled with a red alcohol solution. You put them in front of a glass of water, and they bobbed up and down, appearing to drink. Sometimes that's what I imagined I looked like when I was sucking a dick. Just a bobbing head. Jim was not thrusting as Wayne had done. Jim was letting me do all the work, while he quietly moaned and sighed with pleasure. I was so glad that I was doing a good job, and that everyone in the room could hear how much Jim was enjoying my work.
Jim hit his climax pretty rapidly. Young males come quickly, and they are quickly ready to go again. That always suits me fine. Jim's cock surged, and he groaned loudly, as the back of my throat once again filled with viscous warmth. This time I did not hurriedly swallow. As I pulled off of his dick, I let his sperm come forward to my tongue so I could taste it. It was not sweet or delicious like honey, nor was it repellent. I would learn a lot about the taste of semen. After pulling off his cock and swallowing his load, I went back and gently nursed the tip of his penis, making sure that any lingering drops of his seed were consumed, leaving his penis nice and tidy. "Thank you, Sir," I said to Jim. He said nothing, but smiled, still reclining with his eyes shut.
Jeff had continued to stand next to the couch, slowly stroking his cock. As I looked in his direction, he wagged his cock for me, signaling that I should come to him. Still on my knees, I crawled the short distance to where he was standing. As I did so, out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Matt was kneeling before the god-like Mark, and giving Mark a blowjob. "Blowjob" may be the wrong word for the unbridled attack that Matt was giving to Mark's cock. I was glad that Matt was getting what he came for, and getting it so quickly. Everyone in the room was naked now, except for JT, who sat in a chair in his cutoffs, looking amused. Mark's naked body was spectacular; some men should never wear clothes. I assumed that Mark had a giant cock, but I could not see. His back was to me, and his cock was in Matt's mouth.
Jeff, standing over me, took my head in his hands and slowly guided my mouth onto his cock. I had been looking over at Mark and Matt, so Jeff seemed to be turning my attention to him. But even as I began to suck his dick, his hands remained on my head. This reminded me of how he had treated me during the drive over. He had placed his hand on my bare thigh, squeezing it, and caressing it, without asking my permission. Now, in the same way, he was standing over me, and holding my head in his hands. He had an attitude of entitlement. He was going to do what he pleased with my body, and he felt no need to seek my consent. I was perplexed by my response. The more he took from me without asking, the more I wanted to give to him. It was arousing and intoxicating for me.
He was now holding my head steady and had begun thrusting his penis rhythmically in my mouth. I previously noted that this was a sign of a natural top, and that it was a good time to shift from oral sex to anal sex. But that was not going to happen in this case, as much as I might have wanted. Jeff kept thrusting. At one point he suddenly pulled my head hard onto his dick, forcing his dick to the back of my throat and causing me to gag. When that happened, he stopped moving and pulled back his dick slightly. He gave me a few seconds to recover, but he never took his cock out of my mouth. He never said a word, and then resumed thrusting again.
Soon enough, Jeff's penis throbbed and began to spurt his seed into my throat. With each pulse, his hard dick hopped upward. I was less focused on the wad of sperm in my mouth and throat than I was on Jeff's demeanor. He stood over me, smiling down at me in a manner that was a little bit arrogant, but not unkind. I was experiencing some kind of bliss and confusion, and after he finished shooting his load, I was motionless. Finally, Jeff pushed my head off of his cock. His hands had been on my head the entire time.
I had now given three blow jobs in a period of about fifteen or twenty minutes. I had been on my knees on the floor the whole time. I was feeling a little light-headed. I stood up. On the other side of the room, I saw that Matt was still on his hands and knees, sucking Mark's cock. But now Dewey was kneeling behind Matt, fucking Matt in the ass! Dewey was a big strong dude, an Italian-American with dark Sicilian skin. I could not believe Matt's good fortune, and I was envious. I wanted to watch this amazing scene, but I needed to get a drink of water, sit down, and catch my breath.
I left the incredible nude orgy action in the living room and I went off in search of the kitchen.
Sam has temporarily satisfied his hunger for cock and cum. But he is also hungry to know more about these guys and to decide whether he should sign on as a cadet. And if he becomes a cadet, will he be "bound" or "unbound"? Keep reading and find out.