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.

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Squid 4 (MM Reluc)
By Egress

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   I looked at my shirt where I dropped it in the corner.  What the hell am I doing here?  Why am I waiting for Matt to show up and... and do things to me?
   But he knew as well as I did that I would be here.  I can't help it.
   I don't even bother attempting to practice; the fan is the only sound in the highly insulated box.  The seat is no longer cool on my back.  Practice rooms are notorious for being hot.
   The door opened and closed, and Matt turned off the lights.  A small rectngle of light from the window in the door rested on the closed piano.
   "C'mere," he said.  I stood and approached him, shivering a little in the warm room.  He took off his t-shirt.  He was muscular and had a bit of hair on his chest, particularly in a patch in the middle of his chest and a line from the patch down into his pants.  He tossed his shirt on the piano.
   His arms landed on my shoulders and held me in place.  I looked up into his eyes.  One hand wove into the hair on the back of my head.  I closed my eyes even before he moved, but I knew what was coming.
   His mouth was there, already open and hungry.  A wet tongue slipped past my lips.  I decided not to fight anymore.  I can't win anyway.  I opened my mouth and let him in.
   It was strangely arousing, once I stopped thinking of it as a fight, and just let the sensations play through my body.  His chest was warm against mine, and his fingers slipped up along my neck as his tongue filled and explored mine.  I let my own tongue touch his, and immediately he stroked my tongue with his, sliding around it, licking the rough top and slick underside.  I felt my cock jump as he did it to me, and my arms reached around him for support as my knees weakened.  What the hell is happening?
   I was still clinging to him after he broke the kiss.  He had other matters in mind, opening my pants and sliding them down my legs with my underwear.
   He tipped my head back and pulled me in again, this time our bodies were off-set, my boner, which had hardened during our kiss, now off to his side as he stroked it with two fingers in a circle.
   It tingled more when he kissed me as he stroked it than stroking alone.  I groaned in humiliation at the ease that I let him control me, and then again when the stroking fingers teased an electric shock from my groin.
   His hand closed around my penis, gripping it lightly.  Where before there was an electric shock as his fingers slipped against the sensitive head, now there was a warm tunnel that surrounded me, coaxing out my cum. 
   I held on as the ride began, shaking as his stroking took my strength and his thrusting tongue stole my breath.
   He released my head and as his hand slid down my side and raised my elbow, lifting my hand from his arm and up to his head.
   I found myself holding his head, pulling him into the kiss, a kiss I didn't want but wasn't strong enough to stop.  Holding his lips to mine as his big hand grabbed my ass, pulling my body to his as his other hand masturbated me.
   Precum was drooling from my penis, slicking his hand and making it feel ten times better.  My nipples were tingling as one rubbed into his chest.
   As my orgasm approached, other thoughts vanished.  The world became concentrated feelings, one on top of the other.  His hand, rough on the back of my penis, but slickly sliding around the head.  His lips tight on mine as his tongue roughly devoured me, rubbing, thrusting and filling my mouth.  His jeans against my hip and stomach.  I was leaning into him, both hands holding his head to me as I made small noises past his invading tongue.
   His hand on my ass slipped about and distracted me.  Then a finger parted my ass-cheeks.
   My tongue froze in place.  I gasped and held my breath as his fingertip touched my anus.
   Still jacking me off, he stopped kissing me and stood taller, looking into my eyes.
   I shook my head; he grinned.  Then slowly he lifted his finger, skewering me.  I whimpered as he drove it in deeper, pausing to change positions for greater depth as I raised onto my tip-toes in a vain effort to escape.
   The rough thing hurt as it filled me, but like last time, the fullness and tingly sensations captured my breath, overshadowing the hurt.
   I trembled there, balanced between my anus and penis, the incredible feelings almost stopping time.  Then he withdrew his finger from my ass; I could feel the motion from his fingertip deep inside, along the defeated sphincter, and back along my cheeks.  He slid back until only his fingertip was inside, paused... then slammed back in, filling me all the way.
   The big hand began to jackhammer into my hole and I lost any semblance of sanity.  I think my eyes crossed as I came in great spurts on the wall.
   Then another finger bit into my spasming ass-hole and I yelled, both hands trying to hold him off.
   He relented as my still drooling dick softened, and pulled out of me, letting me fall back to sit on the hard piano bench.
   I watched, gasping, as he cleaned his finger on a tissue, his eyes never leaving me.
   He undid his pants and dropped them to his knees, and I took his prong in hand as he shuffled forward, stroking it gently like I like to have mine stroked.
   He leaned down, lifting my chin for a quick kiss and capture of my mouth before standing again, shuffling closer.
   I look at the powerful thing in front of me, the smooth skin taught around the big shaft, the smooth, soft spongy head with its strange, wrinkly-wavy texture.
   He keeps shuffling closer.  It's kind of irritating; I can't get a good stroke on it now.
   "Suck it," he says.
   Oh, Jesus.  I look up at him.  "I can't," I cry.
   "Oh yes you can.  You're mine, Squiddy.  And you'll do what I say."
   "But I'm not gay."
   "Fool yourself if you want to, but I wanked you off.  I finger-fucked your ass.  I know what you are, and I'll take from you what I want.  Now suck it."
   "Look, we could stop now.  I'll make you cum with my hand, and that can be the end of it."
   "Hmm.  That could work..." he paused in mock thought.  Coming to a decision he continued with, "No.  No, I think you'll lick my dick, suck it down, then swallow my cum."
   My mouth was dry.  How could he say things like that to me?
   "But..."
   "Stick out your tongue, cock-slut."
   "I'm not-"
   "I said, stick out your tongue and do your job, you cock-sucker!"  My mind replayed his cock, pulsing in my hand.  I'm not a cock-slut!  But I remember the way my world changed as the hot liquid splashed on me.  My cock began to stir.
   I looked up at him, then at the eight-inch monster in front of me.
   "Let me see that tongue, cock-sucker."
   Each time he said those terrible things was a hammer against my self-image.  Every pulse in my own teen-age cock brought me lower.  Maybe I am that low.  Maybe I am a cock-sucker at heart.
   Confused, I looked up at him, a fly bound tightly by the spider, praying he'd let me go.
   "Go on, cock-sucker.  Get to work."
   His hands held my head and pulled me towards him slowly.  His dick loomed big in front of me, pointing at my closed lips.  
   "Open up.  You know you want to.  You're a born cock-sucker."
   As he put his dick so close to me that his hot red helmet made my lips warm, I groaned, realizing that I was holding his cock.  I was the one pointing it at my lips.  I must be a... I shivered as I thought it... a cock-sucker.  I looked at the cock that had subdued me and gave up.
   I stuck out my tongue and licked it.  It didn't have much flavor, just like licking a finger, but it was soft and somehow different than anything else.
   I licked it more, looking up at Matt from time to time, wishing he'd let me go, knowing it was too late to stop.
   I was looking at him as I gave in, opening my mouth to suck on the solid tube of skin.  He grinned, then closed his eyes.
   I licked around the glans as it sat there in my mouth, sucked in the saliva and pulled back until it fell free, then slid back down until my mouth was full of him.
   I sucked a little harder as I slid back and forth, unsure but learning.  It was big in my mouth, about the thickness of a heavy sausage, and when I slid forwards I still had a good four inches between my lips and his stomach.
   I'd heard of deep-throating; something that everyone talked about in gym, but seeing a dick from this angle I didn't think it was possible.
   He moaned as I sucked him and I started pumping back and forth quickly.  He groaned in time with my motions.  It felt kinda cool, in a weird way, to make HIM react, at least to acknowledge that I'm making an impact on him.
   I began pulling him into my mouth with my right hand where it grasped his shaft.  He moaned out, "Yeah.  That's so good."
   A mild, sweet flavor stole about my mouth.  Not much, but I knew something was leaking out.  I slipped back, letting it pop from my mouth.
   I looked at the tip of his penis and slid my right hand to masturbate him just a little.  A clear drop of liquid came out of his slit.  I looked at it for a moment, wondering if it was really safe for me to have in my mouth.  Then I thought about all of the girls who did it, and none of them seemed to get sick...
   I stuck out my tongue and licked it.  It was sweet but sharp, and definately the source of the flavor, and when I brought my tongue in to taste the drop, a string of it connected us, landing on my lip.  As it wasn't gross or anything, I returned to sucking on him.
   I don't know how long it was, probably only five minutes or so, but the flavor of his pre cum got stronger.  He kept moaninng about how good I was making him feel.  His hands were on the back of my head, just resting there most of the time, but sometimes pulling me in harder.
   Then I felt him shake.  He was going to cum.  He was going to cum and it was going to be in my mouth.  Am I going to let him do that to me?  Am I really a cock-sucker?  Does this mean that I'm gay?
   "That's right, Squiddy," he moaned.  "Make me cum.  You suck dick really good."
   My left hand fell into my lap, bumping into my penis, which was standing at attention.  I groaned around the cock in my mouth.  It's true.  I must want this, even if I'm always telling myself I don't.
   "Yeah," he moans, "suck it, suck it.  You're mine.  Gonna cum in you, my little cock-sucker."
   I couldn't help it.  Butterflies flashed their wings in my stomach when he called me those nasty things.  I sucked harder, bouncing back and forth as he tensed.
   I'm gonna do it, I told myself.  I'm a stinking cock-sucker; I might as well be a good one and swallow.
   He tensed up, pulling my head hard onto his dick, gave a strangled "AaaAAAaaaaaaaaaa" and a thick stream of cum filled my mouth with a dusty, bleachy flavor that seemed to fill my senses.  I swallowed quickly, barely able to make room before a second stream filled my mouth.  I swallowed as much as I could, leaving room in my cheeks for the overflow.
   Five big thrusts shook his frame, with a few more smller ones, giving me a chance to catch up as the fire-hose became a dribble.
   He leaned back against the door and caught his breath.  "That was fantastic," he gasped.  Funny how you can be complimented and humiliated at the same time.  The stuff was still sticky in my mouth.  When I swallowed it felt like some of it stayed at the back of my throat, and left my mouth with the strange flavor of semen.
   He looked down at my lap at my rampant prick.  When he bent over I thought he might just return the favor, but he was just pulling up his pants.  "Looks like I'm not the only one who enjoyed it."
   He opened the door behind him.  "See you here tomorrow, Squid."  And the darkness returned as the door closed behind him.







