Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The following story is a work of fiction. This story is intended for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY. Its contents are of a graphically sexual nature and may involve consensual or non-consensual sexual acts, which may not be legal in all localities. Any resemblance to persons either alive or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction, or if you are easily offended, please STOP READING NOW. -------------- Squid5 (MM mast first) By Egress -------------- The practice room door was heavy, like the door to a castle or a dungeon. I thought about that for a bit as I sat looking at it in the darkened music room. The last bell had already rung, and everyone who could go home was loading onto their bus for the noisy ride home. I wasn't with them. I was waiting for Matt to come and make me cum. And waiting to have him make me make him cum. I need to figure the whole thing out. Am I waiting for a flight to heaven? Am I unable to get off of a trainride to hell? It's a terrible limbo not knowing. I want to have a girl do these things to me, not a guy. My dad would disown me if he found out that I was gay. My preist would have me saying 'Our Fathers' until my fiftieth birthday. But what Matt does to me feels so good. My dick has been getting hard all day long when I think about him wanking me off, or the look on his face as I make him cum. That's the hard one; I think I actually like doing the stuff to him. A hard hand on my shoulder makes me jump. "Hey, squid, watcha doin' out here?" "Just thinking, Matt. About me, about what we do in there." "Ahh. I know an answer. Don't think. Just do what I say." "But..." "You like what I do to you?" "Well, yeah, but..." "And I've never held a knife to your throat for the other stuff..." "True, but..." "Have I ever hurt you?" "Not much; my ass has been sore though. Your fingers don't slide in there; they kinda stick to me and rub me raw." "So I'll use some lotion this time. Seems like we don't have a problem anymore. Grab the lotion and get your ass in the practice room." "But I..." He took me by the shoulder and pushed me towards the teacher's desk, and went to the practice door. I grabbed the bottle of vaseline intensive care from the desk and went into the room. Matt held the door for me as I went into the room, dropping the lotion on the table. It was absolutely automatic, removing my shirt and shoes. I only noticed that he was getting undressed when I paused to stand up, my hand on my fly. Matt had pulled off his shirt too, and was dropping his pants. In a moment we were both naked. I'd seen his penis before a number of times, of course, but his pants were always around his ankles, ready to be pulled up at a moment's notice. This was strangely more intimate. He stepped up in front of me and placed his hands on my shoulders, looking me in the eye before pulling me in for a kiss. His penis was hard already, as was mine. Mine pressed into his scrotum, my cock-head nestling in just under the base of his cock, while his shaft pressed firmly into my belly. We shifted side to side as his hungry tongue fondled mine, stroking each other's penises with our bodies. He stepped back, and both of our eyes fell on his dick. He was fully hard, and there was a moistness at the slit. I guess he was more excited about this stuff than he let on. "I want you to suck me off first this time," he said. I looked at him and slowly nodded my head. I knelt down on the floor and took him in my hand. I looked at it, all hard, the pink head with it's softly curving edges, the curve of the underside of the helmet lining up with the slit. I looked up at him as I licked the head, his eyes closing slightly as he takes a gulp of air. I took the sensitive head into my mouth and sucked, and he let a hiss out as he exhaled. His hands were on my head, fingers weaving into my hair as I bobbed back and forth, sucking that long dick into my mouth as deeply as I could without gagging. One hand made a fist around the base, the other hand held onto his hip, pulling his body to me, his dick deeper into my mouth. It was fun, in a strange way. I looked up at him and saw his eyes close as I sped up, or open wide when I pulled off of his shaft, blowing cold air on the sensitive head, then licking it warm again, or letting it sit on my tongue like it was resting on a pillow, pointing where his rich cum would be going soon. I sucked hard as I slipped back and forth, the extra length grasped firmly in my fist, then paused again, licking the underside of the crown in quick little touches as I jerked his shaft towards my mouth. He shuddered and his hands pulled harder on the back of my head. I aquiesce to his desire, and begin diving in in ernest, sucking him in and rubbing my tongue on the underside of his cock, or rubbing circles around it. His body jumps as I do this, and his breath comes in gasps. He grabs my hair tightly and begins to thrust into my mouth harder and harder. "Oh Yeah," he groans and thrusts hard. My mouth fills with his spunk as he holds his dick deep in my mouth. I swallow as quickly as I can. It isn't as difficult this time, catching his semen with my tongue and swallowing around him as the streams of cum tickle the back of my tongue as he leans into me, body tight and straining before the sudden release as his cum ends and he drops back into the chair behind him. I swallow what remains in my mouth, still on my knees, but farther from his now deflating dick. I look at it as it comes to rest on those big furry balls of his. The flavor of him fills my mouth, and I feel his cum thick in my throat. I stand up, my legs a little wobbly from kneeling. Matt pats his left leg, and I sit in his lap. My right hand automatically reaches down to caress his flagging cock and the soft sack beneath. He leans to his right a little and grabs the bottle of skin cream. I watch as he squeezes a couple of squirts into his right hand. The stuff looks like cum, but a little thicker. I jump as his hand curls around my rigid penis, the cool cream a shock, warming up quickly to his hand. The slickness of the cream was even better than my pre-cum, and I groaned loudly as he stroked me. In no time at all I was shaking on his lap, my legs bouncing as the cum rushed from my balls to splatter on the floor. A wave of euphoria rushed over me as I lay in his arms, my head cradled on his shoulder. He was still holding my cock, or slipping down to rub my scrotum, cupping my balls and rolling them around with the palm of his hand. I had no cares or worries, and only the moment mattered. His dick stirred again. It was still under my palm, and I stroked it gently as it thickened between my fingers. Matt began stirring my flaccid penis in his hand as well. My cum and the remaining lotion made slick, squishy sounds as he slipped my dick around in his big fist. I jumped as I felt it come back to life, a tingling that spread from the crown of my dick down to my balls, and from there to my stomach and all over. I flipped his cock upwards, rubbing the rod with the heel of my hand. It was hard to concentrate though. I had never masturbated twice in a row before, and the sensations were getting really intense, and kind of deeper in my gut than I usually get. "Ok, squiddie, stand up." I stood up, my cock bouncing a little. I looked at the slick, wet, shiny stick as it bounced above my balls. Matt took another few squirts of lotion into his right hand, then turned to face me. "Put your hands on the piano and move your feet apart." I did so without question. I peeked at him under my arm; he had put two fingers into his right palm and wanked them like they were my dick. Then he approached me again. A coolness hit my anus as his finger touched my ass-hole and pressed at it. I grunted as it slid easily inside me, slippery and thick. He thrust it in and out a number of times and I grunted less with each as my body became accustomed to the thickness. Then he pulled out all the way and plunged back in. It was an unbelievable feeling; being filled and violated, fulfilled and humiliated, all at once. Then he paused with his finger part way in and another pressed at the edge of my anus. My ass had been filled with a thick finger before, but never two, and it didn't want the intrusion any more than I did. I looked around to see him put more lotion on his fingers before going back to my back-door. The coolness of the touch faded quickly, then one stuck in a bit, to be removed quickly and the other stuck in. Back and forth they went, and my hips began to sway side to side in time. Little by little he loosened my ass-hole until he pressed forward and both went in. "Ayyeeeaaaaaahhhhh," I groaned, the feel of two fingers stuffing me full, half hurting, half excited by it. With three or four thrusts, Matt pressed his fingers deep into my ass until his knuckles pressed against my butt-cheeks. He tried to twist them around in there, but I was too tight a grip for that. It felt wierd inside, kinda dull, general feeling of fullness, although there was a sensation of motion that told me he was wiggling his fingers. As he got closer to my hole, though, the sensations were strong and specific. I groaned as he pulled out and slid in again, finger fucking my ass with his two greased fingers. The pain abated quickly, replaced with a good feeling as he slid in and out. He pulled out again, now playing with my loosened asshole. I looked back at him as he shifted around. I felt him place his big dick at my anus, the greased head warm against the stretched hole. "I'm going to fuck you now," Matt said. "I know," I whispered as his left hand took hold of my left hip. "It's gonna hurt a bit." My heart was in my throat. I gulped quickly and looked down at the tiled floor. "Yeah, I guess so." He pressed forward, the thick head of his cock stretching my ass wider than before. I grunted as it pressed hard against me. I tried to open up to allow it to enter me, but it was just too big. "Stop," I grunted as his third thrust pressed painfully at the tight sphincter. "You're too big. It won't fit." But he didn't stop. I tried to squeeze my ass shut, but it hurt more. I pushed at him with my muscles inside, like I was pushing out a shit, and something happened. "Oh Shit," we both said together as his dick head slipped into me. I felt the thickness of his head as it slipped inside, my anus grasping at the narrowness behind it. It did hurt as it slid inside me, a sharp sting at my asshole as his dick split me open, and a strange stretching pain inside. My thoughts turned to the thickness as he slid deeper inside, bit by bit. I looked between my legs, expecting to see his balls, but only a puff of hair was visible beneath my scrotum. I bit my lip as he thrust again, now deep in my guts. He pulled back, his greasy hands hot on my hips, then thrust again and his hips pressed against my ass. As he pulled out of my ass it felt like he was pulling my asshole out with him. I whined at the stinging around my asshole, but it felt kinda good inside as he thrust back in. As his thrusts sped up, his hips began to slap into my ass with a soft patting sensation at first, then harder. My asshole began to feel hot and I cried out when one hard thrust really burned. "Ow, ow, ow, I'm burning up inside. Stop, oh jeez, please stop! It huuurts!!!" "Aw quit being a baby," he said, but he did pull out and put more cream on his dick, and squirt some on my asshole. It felt pretty good going in after that. I even found myself pushing back at him as his balls patted into mine. He leaned forward and grasped my cock in his slippery hand and began pulling as he thrust. I leaned on the piano as my body shivered again. I stood up ony tip-toes and arched my back down, pushing my ass into him farther. Each time he bottomed out inside me it felt like he was pushing at my belly-button, a strange sensation to be sure, but a good one. Electricity shot from my penis-head to my toes and up to my hair. The rubbing on the underside of my cock was half numbing it, half more than I could take, bouncing back and forth until with a strangled scream I came, dribbling my cum over his fingers and onto the floor. As I came he let me go and began deep thrusts, their smack, smack, smack echoing around the room until he thrust hard, pushing my face into the music rest on the piano. Two more thrusts lifted me off of the ground as he burried himself so deep in my ass that I couldn't tell where he ended and I began. He fell back into the chair, his dick slipping out of me still somewhat hard. I sat down on the floor and quickly shifted to one side. My ass was sore. I lay my head on his knee and watched his dick, now colored white from his jism or the lotion, and with a streak of brown from... well, it wasn't pretty. But he deflated slowly as his breathing returned to normal. He rubbed a hand through my hair. "That was fantastic," he said. I didn't move, just lay there on the floor, exhausted. "You Ok," he asked, concern evident in his voice. I looked up at him. I was drained of all energy, but must have had a happy expression on my face, as he nodded and smiled down at me. "I took your cherry." It was a question too. "You were my first," I said, looking up at him. "I want to do it again," he said. "Not now, I'm sore." "No, not now. But soon, and often." "Are we gay?" "I guess so. Does it matter?" "My dad will shit a brick." "Fuck him. Just let me fuck you." "Ok, but let's clean up first."