I was just beginning the fast part of the Rachmaninoff prelude in C# minor, when I heard the voices. I stopped playing and opened the door of the practice room. There stood before me a paradox.
First of all I saw Anthony Lyons, a committee boy in our house in boarding school, who went out of his way to make my life hell. My heart sunk. Standing beside him was a tall Afro-Caribbean boy who caused my heart to race. He must have been 6' at least, and had a slim, fit looking body. I looked at his face and for what seemed an age, the world stopped, as our eyes met. The face was tender, but strong---and was gorgeous. It seemed like the crossing over of genes while our eyes held as each transferred to the other part of ourselves.
"...this is Gerald Irvine" I heard Lyons say. "He's in your house. Irvine meet Marcus Maddison"
"Hi" I said nervously.
"Hey, man" Marcus replied.
"Irvine plays the piano" Lyons interrupted.
"Rachmaninoff--C# prelude" Marcus said.
I felt another tug.
"Right".
"Do you know the G minor?"
"Sure do" I said, "I'll play some for you---"
"Anyway, we'd better be going" Lyons cut in. "This is our house of music" he said turning away from me.
As he was led away, Marcus turned back to me and smiled. I returned the smile and felt a thickening in my crotch. In a few seconds they had both gone.
Around half an hour later, the door of the practice room was thrust open and there was Lyons, on his own.
"Not now. I haven't got time" I said.
"Oh yes you have," he said, closing the door behind him. "So what did you think of Marcus, you little queer? Bet you can't wait to see the size of his cock. Do you think he is well built? How would you like all that black cock up you?"
Lyons quite often found me when I was practising. No-one knew what passed between us and if they did they would not have believed it. He baited me constantly, particularly in front of others, humiliated me, picked on me.
But here was the other side of Lyons that no-one else knew about . You see, he knew that I was gay---but he also liked me to jerk him off. He knew that I would never refuse and because of his standing in the house he also knew that if I spilt the beans no-one would believe a cock-sucking queer like me.
It was always the same. He grew hard and then wanted me to feel him up through his trousers. Then he would do the same for me. Actually, I didn't mind this at all. Lyons had a nice body and a nice cock--although it was only the latter that I was allowed to see.
"Stand up" he said. As I did, his hands roughly felt my rising cock, through my trousers.
"Do you want to see it?" I asked--as I always did--and hoped, but he never did. He would take my hand and place it on his crotch and want me to rub his hardon , through his trousers. When he was a fully hard, he then unzipped his fly and took out his cock, jerking it firmly. It was around 6" in length but was broad and was a good handful.
Then he would stand with his legs apart and say, "O.K., jerk me off--and don't stop until I tell you".
With my left hand I took his cock firmly and began jerking hard, all the time he encouraging me, but in negative terms.
"C'mon you queer bastard, jerk that cock--imagine that I am jerking you off--yeah that's right---ohhh, that feels good--faster, faster--yeah, ohhh, I'm cumming, go on keep going----oh, I'm shooting" and then he would shoot his load, and depending when he had come last determined how much he would shoot. Wherever we were, he always shot off in the same place and the stains were there for those who know what they were, to see.
Today was quite a load and when he said, "that's enough" I stopped.
"You shot a good load" I said.
"More than you ever could. Here, wipe the end of my cock with your hand."
I did. There was a glob of come on my finger.
"Put it in your mouth and taste real cum" he said. I stuck my tongue out and did so.
"Isn't that good?" he said as he dressed himself again. It always took Lyon's cock a good while to go down so that he would remain around five minutes before he left. I liked to see the bulge in his trousers even after he had cum. Very occasionally he would rub my cock through the trousers--as he did this time.
"When did you last cum?", he asked.
"Yesterday evening"
"Where?"
"In bed"
And then he returned to his normal, hateful self.
"O.K. faggot, get practicing" and with that he left the room.
I looked at the place where he had shot his cum and although I was rock hard, I never had I felt the urge to add mine to his. He shot off in the usual corner against the wall;some of his cum was already on the floor but some was rolling down the wall. It was one of the strongest cums I'd seem of him and it turned me on.
Fifteen minutes later there was a knock at the practice room door. I got up and there standing before me was Marcus.
"Oh, hi" I said awkwardly.
"Can I come in? I mean, I'm not disturbing you, am I?"
"No, I was just about finished practicing."
"Pleased to meet you, anyway" he said, his hand extended towards me. "I'm Marcus".
"I guess you are new, then?"
"Yes, Anthony was showing me around the area. He said I could explore for myself--and I thought I would check out the music place. You said that you could play the G minor prelude".
"Yes", I said. "Do you want to hear it?".
"Please."
It had two sections, the Russian dance-like rhythm, and then a sensuous lyrical middle section, before returning to the first section once more. As I played the slow section, I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw that Marcus had his eyes closed. When I finished, I turned to him. After a few seconds, he said, "That was beautiful. I love the piano and I love Rachmaninoff".
"Do you play?" I asked?
"No, I never learned. Much to my regret".
He was leaning over the edge of the piano facing the keys and I had a sudden thought that if he looked behind him he would see Lyon's cum. But he would not think that it was Lyons--but mine.
My heart pumped madly.
"Sit here on the bench with me" I invited. This was a defence measure. I played the C# prelude and a number of times my arms brushed against him--but he didn't seem to mind.
By the end I was having great trouble controlling my erection. I hoped he would not see.
"I hear that you are in the swimming team" Marcus said.
"Yes, I swim--but not very well".
"That is not what Anthony said"
"Really" I replied, surprised.
"He said that you were very good. Anyway, I might see you at practice sometime, because I also swim."
The thought of seeing Marcus in just a pair of Speedos did nothing for my hard-on. It seemed I was doomed wherever he looked, because, if he saw my hardon he would know something, and if he saw Lyon's cum he would also think he knew something.
Fortunately he stood up still facing me, and said, "Are you coming across to residence?".
"O.K." I said and messing around with my music for a while enabled me to stand up later without too much embarrassment---if Marcus was looking.
I locked the door and we made our way casually across to the residence.
"Backs to the wall. Here comes Irvine" I heard as I entered the changing rooms of the pool. A group of boys were standing around including Lyons, Belcher, a blond haired blue eyed boy who should not allowed to have been so cute and whom I fancied the pants off, an ugly bear of a guy called Blair and Marcus. It was Blair who had made the remark.
I gave him the finger.
"Yes and we know where you'd like to put that, don't we lads!" he replied as the others laughed
I stopped, looked him did in the eye and said, "Blair, my finger is bigger than anything you've got" and walked off, much to the laughter of the others.
"Ohh, cop her, the bitch" Blair said, trying to regain his self esteem.
I was in the water and doing my lengths. I paused at the end of the pool, and looking up saw Marcus talking to our coach. He filled his Speedos beautifully along with having a beautiful body. I knew I my cock would react if I stayed looking so I fell back into the water and carried on with my training.
I swam well that afternoon and the coach told me that I was excelling.
Shower time after training was always a hard time for me, because of the way the guys picked on me. Lyon's went along with them which always narked me. However, today would be slightly better because I would see Marcus naked. I was usually first in the showers---and there was method in my madness, because I always got a look at the other cocks. Lyons I had seen many occasions; Peter Belcher wasn't all that big, but he had a lovely body. Blair I did not fancy at all, and for the rest, some were fanciable.
When I saw Marcus, I nearly sprang to attention. Although he wasn't hard. His cock hung down as though he had half a hard on. I noticed the others having a good look.
"Watch Irvine, Marcus, he might come up behind" someone said.
"In more ways than one" laughed Blair.
Marcus smiled with them and it seemed that he would be just like the rest. I turned off the shower and began drying myself. Some of them started flicking each other with towels and running around. Marcus joined in and it was all I could do to stop springing a hardon as I watched his cock bounce up and down. I wondered what he would look like fully hard.
I was always last to leave because it was easier that way. I let the others get dressed, say what they had to say and then leave me in peace.
I heard them go off and then I stood and locking my locker, turned to leave.
I was surprised to see Marcus standing there.
"What was all that about, man?"
"What?" I said.
"You know, what they were saying about you".
I sat down on the bench and Marcus sat beside me
"Oh well, you might as well know. You'll find out soon enough and then you can be one of them"
"They were saying that you were gay".
"You bet they were".
"Are you?"
I paused for a moment before answering and then thought that there was no point denying it. I was about to lose the possible friendship of Marcus.
I nodded my head affirmatively.
"So now you know, you can join in with the others".
"Who said anything about joining in?" he said quietly.
I looked up into his face. It seemed as though I had hurt him by what I had said; his expression was sad.
"Well you might as well. Everyone else does" and suddenly my whole situation whelmed up inside of me and I felt my eyes fill with tears.
"It is so unfair. I do nothing to them, I swim well, I do well at school, and still they have a go at me. I can't help it if I like guys".
"Have you tried anything on with them" Marcus asked.
"Never. But the ironical thing is that Lyons does with me".
"What do you mean?"
I told him about the incidents in the practice rooms and what Lyons did.
"That's out of order" he said. "He can't be picking on you and then joining in with you. That's not on. Why do you let him?"
"Because he'd make my life more than the hell it is, if I refused...and...and"
"And...what" Marcus coaxed.
"He's really well built".
"But it seems to be all one way, from what you have told me".
"Of course it is. I've never cum with him"
"So what I saw in the practice room the other day was Lyons, and not yours".
I looked at him and before I could do anything I began to cry.
Marcus moved across to me and put his arm around my shoulder.
"Hey, man it doesn't matter".
"But it does. You'll be on their side in no time and then I will miss out on yet another chance of a friend"
"That's not going to happen, Gerald. I choose my friends not anyone else"
Suddenly there was movement and Lyons appeared.
"Well isn't this tender. Don't tell me he got to you already, Marcus. C'mon mate, leave the little jerk"
Without looking up I heard Marcus say, "Fuck off"
"Hey, the boys are waiting outside, c'mon."
"Now" said Marcus even louder.
"Boy you sure fooled me. I thought you were all man, not a queer like Irvine" and with that he left.
"Now looks what's happened" I said. "Oh my God".
"Don't worry, Gerald, I can take of myself and the likes of Lyons. C'mon let's go".
I pulled myself together and then said, "Thanks Marcus"
"Hey" he said, punching my arm in a friendly gesture. As we both stood up I am sure I noticed that the bulge in his pants was bigger than usual, but I didn't dare say anything.
It was a maths lesson, the period before break. I usually sat on my own in the back because when Wheatley left there was a space. Besides, no-one would sit with me--not with my reputation. But now that Marcus had joined the class, he and I sat together in maths.
I was busily doing the exercises the teacher had set, when I felt Marcus's leg against mine. I looked up.
He looked down and I followed his gaze. There I saw his enormous hardon and as I looked he made it jerk in his trousers. I looked embarrassed and returned to my exercises, already on the rise. What would I do to get a look at that uncovered.
All through the lesson from time to time, Marcus would bump me and I'd have another look. Fortunately we were in the back of the room so no-one behind us could see. I kept an eye on the guys to my right but no-one seem to notice. I tried to hide my erection and Marcus didn't seem to look at me--he was keen that I saw his.
It seemed that he was hard all through the lesson and near the end, I knew that my cock had been leaking.
As soon as the bell went, he leaned across and said, "Come to piano practice room. I've got something to tell you."
There were two piano practice rooms between the main school and our residence.
When I was not in the main music building, I would occasionally go to one of those rooms. My heart was thumping as I wondered what he had to tell me.
He left the classroom and I followed a few minutes later. Fortunately, no-one would be around then because most people went to the canteen or the play area.
Marcus was opening the door when I ran up.
"Quick, inside" he said looking around and then closing the door. The room was warm
"Oh, he said, I must have a wank. I was horny all through that lesson".
"I noticed" I said.
By this time he was rubbing the outside of his trousers, his huge hard-on clearly visible.
"Want to join me?" he invited.
He had unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. I took a deep breath as I saw it.
"Jeez" I said, you are big.
"How does that compare with Lyons?"
"You are definitely bigger."
He then dropped his trousers and I saw cock and balls. He began to gently jerk off.
"C'mon Gerald, let the hound see the hare".
Somewhat hesitaantly, I followed suit and were both stood there working on our cocks.
"Have a feel" Marcus invited. I took hold of him and jerked.
"Mmm, that is nice".
Then he took me in his hand. "You've nothing to be ashamed of Gerald".
I noticed that his underpants had a large wet spot where the tip of his cock had been.
"Anyway, man, I have got to cum. I nearly blew my load in maths".
"Now that would have been something to see" I said.
By now he was leaning back against the piano seriously working his cock. His eyes were closed and he was saying, `oh.h.h,fuck that feels so good, so good".
I knew that this was too good an opportunity to miss so I took out my handkerchief and said, "Will you cum in this?"
He opened his eyes, looked at me and smiled and said, "you want a keepsake?"
"Something like that" I replied.
"Well it won't be long, man it won't be long. How about you?"
"Well, I'm not ready yet, but..."
"Too late", he cried, "here it cums" and snatching the handkerchief he positioned it and emptied his load into it with wave after wave of warm cum.
"Oh, man that feels so good, ohhhhh" he said as he orgasmed.
It was an absolute turn on and I knew that it would not be long before I joined him.
But then he suddenly wiped his cock, drew up is trousers and with a "see you around" opened the door and left. I had to step well back into the room in case someone saw me.
"Hey Marcus..."
But he was gone. I couldn't believe it. I took the handkerchief and lifted it and smelt his cum. A surge passed through me and I thought I might as well add to his; however, Marcus' action had disappointed me and so I raised my trousers, and putting the handkerchief in my pocket, left the room.
THE END--Part 1