PRELUDE (2)----Development
`Hey Gerald, are you going to tell me what's wrong man?'
We were in the practice rooms once more; for the last half an hour I had been trying to master the massive chords of Rachmaninoff's C# prelude--and I was making progress.
For the last five minutes, Marcus had been with me; his gentle knock at the door had interrupted my practise. We had talked a little and now he was questioning me.
`It's nothing mate'
`Don't tell me it's nothing Gerald; I know you well enough now to know when something is bugging you'.
Well if you did Marcus, you shouldn't have to ask buddy...
`Look, is it something I have done---although what, I don't know!'
No mate, rather something you didn't do; but I wasn't going to let on.
`I'd better get on with my practise, mate' I said.
He moved towards the piano and sat down on it.
`You are NOT going to play another note until you tell me what is wrong'.
`Forget it Marcus'.
`NO! I won't forget it...C'mon Gerald, we are mates'.
I thought we were, but now I wondered.
He looked at me, with his arms folded and his captivating, caring smile and then, playing a little child, whined, `Pleathe, Gewald, Pleathe thell me'.
He knew how to get to me, and I couldn't help smiling back.
`That's better! Now, out with it--or I will drag it out of you'.
IF only he would!!! That would have been so hot! I felt myself beginning to rise.
`Gerald...?'
`Ok, I'll tell you---but you will hate me for it'.
`Let ME be the judge of that man'.
I paused, and then began.
`Well, you remember last week at break---in the other practice room...you know when you...'
`Ohhhhhhhhhh, NOW I see...you didn't like me jerking off in front of you---look Gerald I'm sorry mate, it was just...'
`No! I loved you jerking off and cumming the way you did---but it was just...'
`Just what?'
`Well Marcus, you no sooner blew your load, than you left; I mean man you didn't even give me a chance to cum...'
There was a silence; Marcus hung his head; after a few seconds, he looked up at me and said, `Hey man, you are right! That was selfish of me; I mean I was so turned on in the class---that I just knew I had to cum--and I was only thinking of myself. I am sorry man--I should have waited until you came before I left.'
I was getting to an almost full erection now--and I was hoping Marcus wouldn't see.
`Well let me make up for it now Gerald; c'mon let me jerk you off!'
`No you're all right' I managed to say, the words being the opposite to what I wanted.
He moved and sat down on the piano bench with me; his hands began to rub my crotch.
`Hell man, you don't feel all right; it seems there is a hardon in there wanting some attention'
`No it is all right' I said; I didn't want to be disappointed a second time.
Marcus continued to rub my cock through my trousers--and it felt so good; then he reached for my zip, to pull it down.
I pushed his hand away---reluctantly. `I'd better get on Marcus--I have so much practising to do'.
`That can wait' he protested and he unzipped my trousers, without me stopping him. Expertly, he managed to manoeuvre my cock so that it popped out of my flies; he then reached down and lifted my balls out.
`Mmmmmmmm, nice', he said.
Instinctively I reached for his crotch and felt his growing erection, but before I could do anything, Marcus was pushing me back against the piano and was jerking my cock.
It felt so good.
After a few minutes, he knelt down and took me into his warm moist mouth; I nearly came at once as I felt his soft tongue moving all over my cock, as his mouth moved up and down and up and down over my shaft.
Then I took my cock out of his mouth and reached for his cock; I unzipped his trousers and soon his huge dick was jutting towards me.
`Fuck that is massive' I said.
Marcus was jerking me, and I had just taken his cock in my hand, when suddenly the door flew open.
To my horror, I saw Lyons standing there.
What the fuck is going on?' he demanded. Hey Marcus are you all right mate--don't tell me that little faggot is trying to queer you? I warned you about him'.
`Yeah--you did man; thank goodness you came in when you did'.
I couldn't believe what I just heard.
`You queer bastard' spat Lyons; both Marcus and I had hurriedly dressed by now; Lyons came across to me and gave me a vicious slap across the face.
You perverted faggot' he cried. Then, are you OK Marcus---I mean did he...'
`Yeah I'm fine Tony--thanks for saving me'.
I looked at Marcus in utter astonishment, but he would not meet my gaze.
`I suppose the little bastard would have liked my cock as well' Lyons said.
Well you should know' I replied, I've seen it enough in here'
Lyons hit me again, this time harder, `You fucking liar; IN YOUR DREAMS! There is no way you would get your fucking homo hands on my cock Irvine, no matter how much you wanted to'.
You bastard, I thought. What about all the times you have demanded that I jerk you off and you have shot your load in that corner there--the stains are visible to see...
`Hey Marcus, it is time we taught this queer a lesson, and he reached to hit me again, but Marcus intervened.
`No more of that Tony; there must be another way we could discipline him'.
Fuck yeah...' Lyons smiled as the idea dawned on him, you are so right. Why don't you shove that hot black cock of yours right up his faggot ass---give it to him hard Marcus---THAT would teach him a lesson'.
For a spit second I was terrified, but then I realised that there wa no way Marcus would do that.
`Hey, man that sounds hot' Marcus said and began to drop his trousers and briefs; I saw him take his cock in his hand and jerk it, spitting on it, until it was fully erect'.
`All right!' chortled Lyons who was rubbing the outside of his trousers frantically.
Lyons came across to me and as quick as a flash had my trousers and briefs down before I knew it; he turned me round and made me bend over the piano stool.
`Let him have it man--give him your nigger cock---teach him a lesson'.
I heard rather than saw Marcus move and I then felt his fingers in my ass crack; he pushed two fingers into me--and I cried out. Then I felt his cock tip pushing into my ass; God he felt big---and as he pushed it hurt like hell.
No-one had ever fucked me before so I had no experience of what to exoect.
Lyons had moved around so he could see my face; his cock was out of his trousers, and he was jerking it hard.
`Fuck him man---make it hurt the bloody little faggot'.
Marcus did---and it hurt; as he pushed inside me, tears automatically sprang to my eyes, no matter how hard I tried to prevent them.
I could feel Marcus moving inside--and although it hurt like hell--some of the physical hurt was turning to pleasure; my hardon confirmed that.
`Fuck he is loving it Marcus--he is rock hard. Fucking queer bastard.
Pot and kettle, I thought.
It was not long, before Marcus was beginning to groan.
`Are you getting close, man? Shoot it man shoot that nigger cum deep into his queer ass; that should teach him a lesson'
Despite the physical ambivalent pleasure/plain syndrome I was experiencing, my heart was breaking. How, I asked, could my mate Marcus DO this to me---well I understand now--he is not my mate--probably never was.
I realised that this situation was clearly a set up; Lyons had asked Marcus to visit me and had then planned to gatecrash us--just as he had---to prove to Marcus that I was gay.
I was the victim in all of this--the object of the other two's homophobia.
Marcus began to groan a lot more and then he cried, `I'm going to cum man; yesssssss'
`Fuck yeah buddy, shoot it into him---all that black---sorry white cum---flood him man'.
Marcus then cried out, `ughhhhhhhhhh...ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh...ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh' and I felt him grip my sides firmly as he came.
`Fuck that looks horny man----your hot black cock shooting your niggers sperm into that perverted faggot!'.
Finally, Marcus withdrew his, his cock still rampant.
`Good?' Lyons asked.
`Mmmmmmmmmmm' Marcus said.
`Right, turn him around fella----I want to blow my load all over him'.
Still erect, Marcus turned me around and sat me down on the piano stool.
Lyons moved to stand in front of me and was jerking his cock hard, his heavy balls slapping against him as he did; although I was hurting, both physically and emotionally, the sight of him doing that really turned me on.
`Oh man I am so close--I am going to let him have it'.
Lyons moved closer to me, spread his leg and continued jerking; then he cried, `fuck man I'm going to shoot it---here it cums.'
He bent his knees slightly and aiming his cock at my face, jerked even harder; then his cock exploded and his cum shot out all over my face, in spurt after powerful spurt. It was one of his best cums---with plenty of both cum and power.
`Eat that faggot' he cried as he continued to shoot, the cum hitting my cheeks and rolling down my chin and off it onto my thighs.
`Oh fuck, yesssssssssssssssssssssss' he screamed,' so fucking good'.
When he had finished, he turned to Marcus. `What about that load, then man?'
Awesome' Marcus said flatly. Then, will we make him cum?'
`Fuck no---we ain't going to do that queer any favours----besides, he'll probably jerk off anyway--like he always does here.'
Marcus was fully clothed once more and Lyons was tucking his cock back into his trousers.
`Look here Marcus'.
Marcus went with him to the corner of the room where Lyons always shot his load.
`See those cum stains---I reckon Irvine does precious little piano practice--more penis practice'.
He laughed loudly at his pathetic joke.
Meanwhile I was cleaning my face of Lyon's cum with my handkerchief.
`You sure you don't want to see him cum man?'.
`Fuck no---he probably can't cum much anyway---fucking faggot'
`There are a lot of stains in the corner', Marcus replied.
Just shows how much the little pervert has jerked off' said Lyons dismissively. Then he added, Anyway it is half an hour to swimming practice; I don't suppose Irvine will be there---he won't be able to walk for a while' he guffawed, slapping Marcus on the back.
`Bloody good effort mate!! C'mon, let's go. See you queer'.
And with that, they left the room, Lyons leading with Marcus following him; I watched them depart, hoping against hope that Marcus would turn to me, but all I saw was his retreating figure.
I remained sitting on the bench and it was not long before my eyes filled with tears and I began to weep, bitterly.
Lyons had succeeded in humiliating me---I would expect that of him.
What broke me up, was that Marcus had implemented that humiliation, going along with all that Lyons had suggested.
I choked and leaned against the piano, my body heaving from my crying.
One thought dominated me mind: --my friend had betrayed me.
At that realisation, something grew inside me; yes they had hurt me; yes they had humiliated me; yes Marcus had betrayed me.
But they would not win; come hell or high water, I WOULD be at swimming practice in half an hour.
THE END--of part 2.