PRELUDE--Coda
`Can you forgive me?', asked Marcus.
It was going to be difficult.
We were walking down the path which led to the House of Music--the very path I had been walking down a few hours ago, when I had been abducted, taken blindfolded to a room--and seen Lyons get his just desserts.
`Can't you see that I had to go along with Lyons and his mates to gain their confidence? I hated doing what I did to you mate, honestly!'.
So I am his mate now, am I, after he abused me anally in the practice room in front of Lyons and then sided with his henchmen in the swimming pool; it would take a lot to forgive...
We entered the building and went to the usual practice room.
Hey man, this is where I first met you' Marcus reminisced. You were playing the Rachmaninoff C# prelude'.
`I remember' I replied.
I sure did remember, how handsome he looked when I first saw him, his firm handshake, his interest in me, despite Lyons' attempt to prevent this.
`Hey Gerald man--please don't be mad at me'.
He walked so he could look me dead in the eye.
`We are mates man; I like you. I want us to be friends'.
I felt a slight thaw--but I wondered, could I ever trust Marcus again...?
`But Marcus, you --fu...' I couldn't bring myself to say it.
He dropped his head a little, and whispered, `I know man; I am so sorry. I did try to be gentle--although acted as if I were being rough.'
`You didn't cum in me, did you?'
`No, but I had to convince Lyons that I had buddy---can't you see that?'
Part of me could---but I was still hurting emotionally; a mate did NOT treat a mate like that, no matter what the situation.
`Anyway guy, play me the G minor--please'.
I saw through him straight away---I know what he was trying to do. He was trying to get round me--through the music; he wouldn't.
`OK I said. I sat down and began the rhythmic first section, a typically Russian tune. The prelude then merged into a beautiful wistful melody, which often brought tears to my eyes. I played it, emphasising the inner voices, and even under these circumstances, I felt myself well up; then the music returned to the first section and finally ended cheekily.
I was still for a couple of moments after I finished, and I turned to Marcus; there were tears in his eyes.
`Mate, that was fantastic--honestly. God I wish I could play like you!'
This wasn't flattery on his part; I knew he meant it---and I felt warm inside.
But then he spoilt it.
`C'mon Gerald, let's have a wank---just you and I'.
Since the wank after the maths lesson a few months ago, Marcus and I had jerked off together a few times---before he turned traitor and sided with Lyons. I could see that he was trying to get to me through sex--and I knew this wouldn't work either.
`No you're all right Marcus; I really need to practice'.
`Man I really need to cum' he said, unzipping his trousers and taking out his semi-hard cock.
I gasped inwardly, and would normally have done anything to grasp his cock and balls and wank him. However I had to stand my ground, so I feigned disinterest.
He sat on the chair and spread his legs; I didn't turn to him but I could see from the corner of my eye that he was well away.
I began practising the C# prelude.
Is there anything more disheartening than wanking on your own, hoping your mate will join you, but knowing deep down he won't. I am sure Marcus knew this, but still he continued.
I felt I was getting a little of my own back.
I had to concentrate very hard on the music, so as not to pop a hardon because I knew Marcus would be looking and if he saw a bulge in my trousers, I would have no hope.
He must have continued wanking for about five minutes and then asked, `Hey Gerald want to finish me off?'
Inwardly I jumped at the opportunity, but I knew I could not outwardly so I fobbed him off with, `No mate you do it; I want to watch you wank your cock and shoot it'.
Marcus stood up and continued his stroking action, his big balls slapping against him.
`I'm going to cum Gerald---fuck man yes'.
I knew I was not going to miss this, so I stood up as Marcus moved over to the corner where Lyons always shot his load.
He stoked a few more times and then cried, `Here it cums Gerald'.
He pointed his cock up a bit and his spunk shot against the wall in five powerful ropes, and then began to roll down. Marcus moaned quite a bit, crying, `Ugh ugh ugh' as he shot his load. It looked fucking horny, and as I felt myself rise, I sat back down on the piano stool and began practising again.
It must have been humiliating for him that I did not wait until he had finished cumming, or make any comment; I felt a bit bad about this...
I continued practising while Marcus put his cock away and zipped himself up. He sat down on the chair and stayed for about five minutes and then got up and said, `Anyway mate, I'll see you around'.
Without looking at him, pretending to be absorbed in the music, I replied, `See you Marcus'. Then I heard the door close and I was alone.
I waited a few minutes and then stood up and went to the corner of the room; must of Marcus' cum was now on the floor and I felt myself harden as I looked at it.
Normally I would have taken a tissue from my pocket and scooped some into it, sniffed it and then put it in my pocket---as a basis for a wank later on...but not now---not how I felt about Marcus; I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
Life continued as usual at school. Even though Marcus and I sat together is some classes, I was decidedly cool towards him, which frustrated him no end; I think he realised that he had gone too far.
One night while I was in bed in the dormitory, after lights were out and when probably everyone was wanking their cocks under the covers---as I was---I began to think about Marcus.
I suppose I might have been a bit hard; after all he HAD exacted revenge on Lyons, on my behalf, and he would not have gone to all that trouble unless he felt something for me. After considerable thought I decided to forgive him and give him another chance.
I wondered if he was wanking that enormous black cock now--and if so how? Was he on his back, like I was, knees up edging my cock; or was he lying flat against his bed, humping the mattress?
I was really turned on imagining him stoking or humping that cock of his--with his heavy hanging balls. I thought about the lonely wank he had in the piano room, and how deep down I so wanted to join him. My cock was rock hard now and very close to cumming.
I tried to picture Marcus cumming in bed; would he shoot his load on his chest--or into some tissues so as not to stain the sheets? Or would he as I had done several times, rub his cock and balls against the sheet, revelling in the feeling of friction on the cock head and balls. That felt so hot.
I decided I would cum that way now. I turned over and spread my legs out and began to hump my bed resting on my arms as I did; back and forth and back and forth against the sheet I pumped, ensuring my balls were rubbing as well. I was so close!
I thought of Marcus shooting a hot load--and suddenly my mind was gatecrashed by a powerful image of Lyons, wanking his formidable cock and shooting a great distance against the practice room wall, sighing as he did.
That sent me over the edge and with a couple of more rubs, my cum shot out onto the sheets; the contact of my cockhead with the sheets greatly added to my orgasmic pleasure, and I had to bury my head in my pillow to prevent making discernible groans, the sound of which would tell all hearers, what I was doing.
A few days later, after school I spotted Marcus. I raced up to him and said, `Hey mate, can we talk?'
He was reluctant. `Didn't think you had anything to say to me man'
`Marcus, I've been thinking mate. I got it all wrong. I see now that what you did, you did for me; I am only sorry it has taken me so long to realise it'.
`I promise you dude---I was on your side all the time' he said, turning to face me.
I met his eyes. `I know that now man--I've been a proper bastard to you--I'm sorry'.
Suddenly Marcus called out, `What's that?', pointing to the ground; I looked and saw a crumpled £5 note, which is what Marcus had seen. We raced to where it was and picked it up, I just managing to beat Marcus.
`Hey man---I saw it first' he complained!
`But I have the note' I laughed.
`Awww, C'mon Gerald mate--you would never have got it if I hadn't pointed to it'.
`BUT, I do have it', I teased, having every intention of giving it to him.
`Toss you for it' he said, reaching into his pocket for a coin.
`OK man---but literally!'
`What?' he asked.
`I'll toss you for it'
He grinned. `Where?'
`The House of Music practice room.'
`Let's go' he said.
I couldn't have been luckier at this stroke of fate, because I was not sure how I was going to mention to Marcus about what conclusion I had come to--let alone bring up the subject of a wank together.
As we walked I got a real boner; the thought of wanking with Marcus---and the competition-- really turned me on; I noticed as we walked, that he too was hard. It promised to be a hot time and hopefully we would be firm mates after it.
We entered the practice room and closed the door, remaining standing. We faced each other and gradually our hands began to move over each other's crotches. Marcus moved towards me and embraced me holding me close to him; I could feel our hardons, even through our clothing.
`I really am sorry Gerald----will you forgive me?'
`Of course I will Marcus---as long as you will forgive me'
`There is nothing to forgive buddy' he said and gently lowering his head, his lips found mine and we kissed slowly, tenderly and with great passion.
Anyway,' I said, about the competition. We both wank, and whoever cums first keeps the money---agreed?'
`Agreed! Be prepared to lose man' Marcus said, undoing his zip, pushing down his trousers and pulling out his erect cock. He shuffled to the chair sat down and with his legs wide apart began to wank.
Hey, that is not fair' I said, you started before me' I fumbled with my trousers and sat down on the piano stool, and began to wank my cock.
`That fiver looks awfully good dude' Marcus mocked.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door and before either of us could put our cocks away, it opened, and there stood Lyons.
`Ooops, I'm sorry---am I disturbing something?' he said looking very embarrassed.
I wished the earth could have swallowed me.
`What the fuck are you doing here?' cried Marcus, uselessly stuffing his cock back into his trousers.
I had managed to cover mine while Lyons was speaking--but there was no doubt that he had seen what Marcus and I were up to.
`Listen shit face, I thought you had learnt you lesson; do you want some more?' threatened Marcus, standing up.
`Please Marcus, hear me out!'
`Please Marcus here me out', Marcus mimicked him.
`Hey mate let him have his say'.
`That bastard has nothing to say' Marcus said, going for Lyons who was about to leave the room.
Stop it!' I screamed; there was a pregnant silence, and then I said, What do you want Lyons?'
`Gerald I came to apologise. I have deliberately avoided doing so up until now, because I thought we needed to put some time between us'.
`I know what I would like to put in you' hissed Marcus.
`Marcus, give him a go mate---c'mon'.
He sat back down on the chair his face glowering.
Lyons turned to me and said, `Look Gerald, what I did to you was bang out of order; I really am sorry mate for treating you like that--both before--like in here---and during the incident'.
`Yeah yeah WHATever' said Marcus.
I glared at Marcus and he shut up.
`I don't expect you want us to be friends---although if I am honest---I would like that, but----'
`You're damn right cunt features; I would never be friends with you if you were the last..'
`Oh for Christ's sake Marcus he's not talking to you, will you SHUT UP?'
I surprised myself at my outburst and also Marcus. I was also surprised that my feelings towards Lyons. I was weakening.
`So you came down here to apologise to me? I asked.
`Yeah that's right; I saw the two of you walking and I thought "here is my chance to put things right"'
`So you knew that I was here then' interjected Marcus---and yet you still came; why?'
The tone of Marcus' voice had become conciliatory.
`I wanted you to be a witness, Marcus, that I actually apologised to Gerald---to let him know how bad I felt'.
There was another silence while we thought about this.
`And there is something else---but--I don't quite know how to mention it'
`Oh man here we go again'.
`No--it is just that it concerns Gerald and me---but you might as well hear it. Time and time again when I was in here with Gerald, I always dominated him---in fact I treated him like dirt'.
Looking at me, he said, `Well no more man; I promise'.
That took guts on his part and I began to admire him.
`You see what I had planned was to say what I have just said, and then to say that as a token of my repentance, you could take my cock and do what you like with it'
Got a knife Gerald?' Marcus smiled. I feel a circumcision coming on'.
Even Lyons laughed at this, but he was going on, `and then I opened the door and found you two...I mean I had no idea...'
Yeah, well Gerald and I are mates Lyons and mates know-----
`Marcus' I interrupted. He turned to me and I turned to Lyons.
Anthony'--I even surprised myself calling him by his first name---you humiliated and hurt me a hell of a lot---`
---I know Ger----
`Let me finish----a hell of a lot--BUT you have received more than enough punishment for that! Also I appreciate the courage you have shown in coming here now, KNOWING that Marcus was with me; fuck man we are at the same school in the same swimming team and attend some of the same classes; there is no reason why we can't get along'.
A visible look of relief passed over Lyons' handsome face. I turned to Marcus, `That is what I feel mate'.
`If that is what you feel, then I am comfortable with that'.
`Thank you Gerald, thank you so much' said Lyons extending his hand. I never believed that I would be shaking hands with Lyons and when he extended his hand to Marcus, who hesitated--but finally took it and shook it warmly, I realised that something special had just happened...
...I've got it!' Marcus cried, The Three Cockateers'.
`WHAT?' I asked
After the ground breaking handshake, the fun had began--quite spontaneously. Anthony Lyons began rubbing his crotch and was hard in no time; I followed suit---but it was Marcus who unzipped himself and pulled out his cock first.
We began wanking our own cocks and then took turns at doing each others----it was a really horny time. I could not believe that Anthony would allow me to suck his inviting cock and as I did so---quite different from his punishment time,-- he began to fuck my mouth and rubbed his hands through my hair.
We must have continued working us all up for a good twenty minutes, before Anthony said, `Hey mates, I've got to shoot.'.
`Not against the wall this time!' I told him and we both smiled.
`Cumming sounds good to me' Marcus agreed.
`Fuck Marcus, I never did see that cock of yours cum--even though it was up my ass'.
Lads, we need a name--a name that includes the three of us' he said. Let's think'.
Marcus was sitting with his legs apart on the chair, stroking his hardon, I was on the piano stool wanking mine and Gerald looked really sexy, leaning back against the door, his legs apart and his cock thrust out. I figured there would be quite a puddle of cum on the floor by the time we finished.
Various names were suggested until Marcus then expostulated.
...I've got it', he cried, The Three Cockateers!'
`Hey that is inspirational mate' Anthony said.
After a few seconds, I said, `And I know what our chant can be'.
`What?' asked Marcus.
When I told them they both agreed that it was an excellent chant.
`Listen lads, we are all going to cum; since this is the formation of "The Three Cockateers", I suggest that we all shoot together; agreed?'
`I'm in' said Anthony.
`Sure thing mate' I said.
`Are we all close?' Marcus asked.
Anthony moaned that he was and I said, `Bursting to shoot Marcus'.
`OK, let's stand close together; now I will take all three of our cocks in my hand and we will have our first cock3cock! Ready lads?'
A thrill passed through me as we stood as close as possible to each other; Marcus did manage to take all three cocks into his hands and the feeling as he wanked us, with three cock heads rubbing against each other and our balls touching was phenomenal.
In a couple of minutes, amidst much groaning from all of us, Marcus cried, Fuck lads...I'm cumming'. His cock began shooting and then he cried my chant, Cum for one--cum for all!', as his spunk shot out over both Anthony and me; in about fifteen seconds, I felt my cum rising and as Marcus wanked my cock, I cried, `Yesssssssssss---cum for one, cum for all'. My cum shot up in powerful spurts against both Anthony and Marcus and the feeling was exquisite as Marcus kept jerking.
Then Anthony began moaning loudly and I saw him bend his knees; suddenly he cried, `Cum for one, cum for all' and he began to shoot.
He must have been saving his spunk for some days, because it leapt out and up, high onto Marcus and me as he was being wanked.
Fuck!' he cried, oh yesssssssssssssssssssssssssss'.
When it was all over, Marcus released our cocks and we all noticed that the three of us were covered in cum; there was quite a lot of spunk on the floor as well.
`I get to keep this session's cum' Marcus said as he took out a handkerchief and wiped each of us clean as well as himself.
`Next time, whoever cums first has the privilege of keeping the cum rag.'
Next time?' questioned Anthony, you mean I am included in a "next time"?'
Sure are mate' Marcus said, you comfortable with that Gerald?'
Looking at Anthony I smiled and shaking his hand said, `Very comfortable'.
Lifting the handkerchief, Marcus cried, To the Cockateers!' and both Anthony and I responded, To the Cockateers!'
THE END
(Completed on June 21 at 1.55pm; awaiting the return of my great buddy Chris, F4L, from holiday, and dedicated to him.)