Previously: Sam has just finished giving a body massage and blow job to Wayne, his fellow trombonist among the Hot Shots.
I moved up and laid down next to Wayne. Whenever we played our horns together, I felt a very sensual connection with him. This was the first chance for that sensual connection to move naturally to something more intimate and sexual. I hoped it would not the be the last.
Our connection was intimate and personal, but it was not private. JT and Dewey were still standing quietly at the side of the room; they had witnessed the last few minutes. I was proud and curious to know why they watched and what they thought. I hoped that my Master was pleased with my performance.
JT caught my eye and signaled for me to get up and join him. Wayne was still basking in afterglow with his eyes shut. When JT and I got out into the hall, he told me that he and I were going to stay until Monday morning. The others would leave around noon the next day (Sunday), but he and I were going to do most of the cleanup and have the house to ourselves for one more night. That would require my parents' permission, and JT sent me to call them.
The phone was in the kitchen, so I went there to make the call. As I expected, my parents had no objection; they were happy that I was staying to clean up. It showed responsibility on my part. I told them I would be home by lunch time on Monday.
Dewey had followed me from the bedroom, keeping a distance. Once I hung up the phone, he came right up to me and told me that he wanted a hickey on his ass, like Jeff. I had given Jeff his hickey right there in the kitchen, but I suggested that we go to Dewey and Jeff's bedroom where he could be more comfortable. He agreed.
Just like sixty minutes earlier, I was again in a bedroom staring at a nude teen male body lying face down on. But this was not Wayne's trim form. This was Dewey, sprawled before me in his testosterone-filled glory. His legs were hairy from his ankles right up to the cusp of his ass. But his ass was smooth and hairless, just like the soles of his feet.
His Sicilian skin was irresistibly dark bronze, from head to toe. But his ass was a slightly lighter color, probably due to his summer tan line. The lighter color, and the lack of hair, made his ass shine and glow in contrast to the rest of him. This was the reason that a man's butt was often compared to the moon.
Once again, I realized that while Mark had the body of a god, Dewey had the body of a stud. Mark's butt cheeks were distinct, dimpled spheres. But Dewey's full butt cheeks were integrated with his powerful thighs. Dewey didn't just have nice cheeks. He had true haunches, a kind of "power butt" that perfectly complemented his body and his personality.
His legs were spread wide, too, inviting and ready for me to perform my task. I didn't waste a second getting my face up close and personal between those manly haunches.
"First, I need to get the blood circulating," I lied. I just wanted a chance to squeeze and manipulate his muscular masses. As I massaged him, I managed to pull apart the cheeks and get a glimpse of his hole. It was darker skin, like his balls, but it was hairless and appeared quite clean.
Although I had no access to his penis, which was pressed flat against the bed, the back of his ball sack was flat and open before me. I used my thumb to make light, circular caresses on his balls. I continued the light touch up his perineum and then, using my free hand to part his cheeks, I lightly caressed his anus. He gasped, but he did not protest or push me away.
I yearned to kiss it and lick it, but I didn't know how he would react. And although it looked and smelled clean, I wasn't sure about that part, either. It was fascinating. And I was confident that I was the first person to touch it since he was in diapers. I was rock hard and oozing precum.
"Now, I need to find a good spot," I lied again. It was an excuse to kiss and lick all over his beautiful ass. Because I had given Jeff a hickey on his right cheek, I decided to give Dewey his hickey on the left cheek. Up high where it would be more visible—Dewey and Jeff wanted to flaunt it.
I sucked good and hard on one spot, while I counted to a hundred. When I finished, I inspected my work. I had definitely succeeded, but because of Dewey's dark skin tone, it did not show up as well as the one I had given to Jeff. Dewey would not be pleased; he was naturally competitive. So I quickly gave him two more hickeys. I puckered my lips to make them smaller in diameter, and I placed one on each side of the first and largest mark.
As soon as I finished, Dewey hopped off the bed and went to the hall bathroom to inspect my work in the mirror. I noted with happiness that his cock was hard and pointing straight out. I got off the bed and knelt on the floor facing the door. When he came back, he would find his cadet kneeling and ready for additional duty.
When he came back, he was still hard. "Good work, boy. It's like a little constellation of stars. It shows everybody you spent some time."
And then Dewey started masturbating. I was on my knees, so his cock was even with my face. I leaned forward to suck his cock, but he waved me away. He was going to do the job himself. I realized that he was going to cum right onto my face.
As usual, it didn't take long. He spewed three long gobs, and many tiny droplets. He had already cum inside my ass three times that morning. Any notion I might have had that he was running out of juice was erroneous. His man juice was all over my face-- in my eyelashes, on my cheeks, running down my nose, coating my lips. He continued to pump his pud for another thirty seconds or so, seeming to chase after an encore.
Once he stopped, I asked for his permission to eat his cum. He said I could, and I used my fingers to wipe and scoop the coating off of my face and into my mouth. This was the first time I had tasted his cum. It was strong, musky, and salty. It tasted like the smell of raw hamburger. It was runny, too.
"Please let me clean you up, Sir," I said. Without waiting for an answer, I took his cock in my mouth and gently sucked away the residual sperm from his shaft.
After I finished the job, I sat back on my heels, still kneeling before him. His big dark cock was still hard. My face was still a bit sticky and scratchy with cum that was beginning to dry. I resolved that I would remain silently kneeling until he told me what he wanted next. He enjoyed standing over me almost as much as I enjoyed kneeling. Our eyes met, his looking straight down and mine looking straight up. Then I bowed my head, looking only at his feet— even his feet were large, rugged, and bronze.
Suddenly, I heard my Master's voice. The door had remained open, just as he had instructed. In a soft voice, JT let us know that it was approaching dinner time, and Dewey was needed in the kitchen. Dewey remembered that he and Wayne were responsible for making supper. He walked out of the bedroom, his boner proudly pointing the way forward. No doubt he was eager to show Jeff and the others his new hickey.
"Sam, you are now officially off duty," my Master said. "You were supposed to be on duty til ten. But you've done a lot of good work today. A lot. So you are not obligated to serve anyone for the rest of the day, aside from me. You can have as much fun as you want, but you're not obligated. You can shut the doors, too, or leave them open. But no cumming. Not til tomorrow."
I mentally reviewed my accomplishments for the day. I had been fucked six times: three times by Dewey, twice by Jeff, once by JT. I had sucked off Wayne and had taken a full face load from Dewey. I had given a massage, had my nipples tweaked, made out with Matt, and created two visible hickeys on two bare tushes.
I was still kneeling. JT came over and pulled me to my feet. We hugged and kissed. He told me that even if I wasn't tired yet, I would be. And he said that with Jim joining us in bed again that night, there would surely be some kind of three-way action among us. I needed to conserve some of my energy.
He noticed that I still had some of Dewey's jizz on my face. I was as proud to have his sperm on my face as he was to have my hickey on his ass. But I decided to wash it off in the bathroom in case it bothered anyone. Then I joined the others who where in the living room, watching TV.
It is approaching supper time on Saturday, and JT has let Sam go "off duty" a few hours early. Sam can ease up the pace, if he wants to, ahead of his initiation ceremony in the morning. Keep reading to see how the initiation goes and what Sunday afternoon activities JT is planning after the others leave.
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