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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 
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Squid 2 (MM Reluc)
By Egress

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   I was naked in the hallway at school.  There were handcuffs on my wrists and ankles and Matt's cool hand on my hard dick.
   With a gentle tug Matt guided me shuffling my way through the empty halls of school.  I kept hearing sniggering around corners, but I couldn't see anyone watching until he pulled me into the choir room.  Everyone was there, and I was late for the show.  They tossed a choir gown over my shoulders and we went on stage, Matt between me and Claire, his one hand stroking me and the other burried under her robes.
   As the song came closer to the climax, so did I.  His hand pumped faster as the music sped up, and he sang a series of single notes into my ear.
   "Bip bip bip!  Bip bip bip!"
   I shuddered awake and tried not to throw the alarm clock across the floor.
   I lay in bed a few minutes, trying to figure out the dream.  It was terrible, and it was exciting.  I wished I could have seen more of Claire's body, and that it was her touching me.  Or was I just wishing I wanted that?
   Ug.  I still can't believe I let him do that to me.
   I got showered and dressed for school.  Luckily we didn't have choir today, so I was able to avoid Matt.  
   When the last bell rang, I found myself back at my locker, packing my bag for the ride home.  I was going on the bus, and maybe the whole thing would dissapear.
   I repositioned my hard-on as subtly as I could.  It had been popping up all day, often at bad times and I was all kinds of embarrassed.
   And I kept thinking of staying and letting him do it to me again.
   I mean it was, like, a dozen times better than when I do it to myself.  I looked down.  Man, I am hard.
   I lingered by my locker as the hall emptied out, then ran into the bathroom to adjust myself for the ride home.
   Pulling my pants open in the privacy of the stall, I looked at my stiffie.  "You're going to get me in a lot of trouble some day."
   I shifted it around and it finally began to soften as I zipped back up, washed my hands, and made my way to the bus dock.
   The empty bus dock.
   Oh shit.
   Well, the late bus would be coming in an hour and a half.  And there's the sports bus at six, but I won't miss the regular late bus.
   I walked the quiet corridors and found myself at the dark choir room.  Why not.  Matt probably left already, and even if he came, it wasn't really _bad_, and it felt good.
   I went into the practice room and sat in the chair, not even thinking about practicing.  After about 10 minutes the door opened.
   "I knew you'd be here."
   I looked up at Matt.
   "Get naked," he said and sat down on the piano bench.
   I bit my lip.  I still wasn't sure why I was doing this, but piece by piece my clothes came off, and I stood there in front of him, my hard little prick pointing at him.
   He lifted it with a finger and looked at my balls.  One hand grasped them loosely and began manipulating the sensitive things.  "Cool," he said.  My penis twitched.
   He stood behind me again and started wanking me off again.  I grunted in time with his strokes, louder as my orgasm approached, but he stopped.
   "Not yet, Squid," he said and started massaging my balls.  When I relaxed he started up again.  My dick began to drool pre-cum and slick his hand.  I lifted onto my toes..
   "Nope!  Not yet!"  He pinched my nipples a bit and rubbed my stomach until my breathing calmed down.  "Now let me know when you're getting close," he said.  "You aren't allowed to cum 'till I say so."
   I nodded as he started up again, his hand stroking my balls, then sliding up to grasp and pump my prick.
   After a minute I was close and grunted out the fact.  He pinched me tightly behind the crown of my cock and I lay back against him, gasping as the orgasm receeded again.
   I was so drained.  I held onto his hips as his slick fingers slowly skidded up and down my shaft, moaning.  "Please let me cum," I asked him as I watched him wank me.  "Please..."  He sped up and started pinching my nipple again.  "Oh... Oh... Oh..." it was amazing.  "Oh yeah.  I can feel it.  Gonna cum..." and he stopped again.
   I groaned as he pinched it again.  Still looking down at my prick I asked, "What are you doing to me?"
   His left hand coddled my nut sack again as he started to stroke slowly.  "driving you mad."
   He slipped his left hand under my arm and stroked my leg softly as his right hand kept my cock and nearly the rest of me drooling.  As I was close to cumming he pinched me shut again, this time squeezing my ass hard as he did so.
   Twice more he brought me to the brink as his hand slipped along my butt, and twice more he stopped me as his hand grabbed my ass.  I was barely cognizant of it.  All I could think of was cumming.  I was moaning even when he wasn't stroking me.  He'd kept me near orgasm for around twenty minutes, and my whole world had shrunk down to my cock and his hand.  I tingled all over and was as limp as a dead fish, barely keeping up on my wobbly legs as he pumped slower and slower to keep me from cumming.
   "Are you ready?" he asked.  I moaned as he grabbed my ass, one hand holding both cheeks.
   "You can cum this time," he said.
   His middle finger slipped between my cheeks and pressed on my ass-hole, slipping in a little as he sped up his strokes.
   I froze.
   Up it slid into my dry ass-hole, my body clenching repeatedly at him as I stood on the brink of orgasm.
   I groaned, unsure of what to do as he invaded me further, my toes curling with his vigorous stroking.  His thrusts came in time with his strokes and my groans.  Soon his finger was burried deeply inside me.  Still thrusting with his hand, he lifted my heels from the ground as he made me fuck his hand.
   With a strangled groan I came, his hands in front and behind and in me.  The cum flew across the room, aiming again at the music stand, but not all of it getting so far.  With each string I felt my ass clench on his finger and my body jerk forward, but fall back to land in his arms.
   I was totally dazed as he pulled his finger out of me and sat me on the bench.  I was vaguely aware of him grabbing a tissue from the box on the piano, just over my head, and wiping it off.
   Then he dropped his pants.  His cock was big, a good bit bigger and thicker than mine.  I've seen bigger in the showers after gym, but not many.
   "My turn," he said.
   I reached out and felt it.  Hot, hard and twitching.  I began to jack him off, watching his pink head as my hand stroked easily over it.
   A drop of his pre-cum squeezed out and I paused, my thumb under the big head, making small circles to push out any more.  It was crystal clear, black in the back, and in it I could see the pink of my reflected skin and the blue of the walls.
   I returned to masturbating him, letting the liquid spread across the bulbous head.
   He began to moan as I kept up the pace.  His hand rested on my shoulder, steadying himself on my unsteady self.
   His pre-cum was slickly coating my hand as he began to thrust at me.  For the first time I looked up at his face.  His eyes were closed and he threw his head back and forth.  His curly hair bounced wit the motion.
   Then he groaned hard, and hot liquid splashed on my chin, dripping warmly on my own dick.  I looked at his cock as a second rope made a line along my throat and dripped down to my stomach.
   A third made a diagonal line across my chest, and I still kept pumping him until the little dribble poured over my thumb to land on the floor.
   He sighed and pulled my hand off of him, then leaned against the wall and looked at me as I sat there with a dazed expression, covered in his juices as they slid to coat my chest.
   "That's my baby-boy.  Nice, squid.  Real nice."  He wiped my chin with a tissue and tossed it into my lap so I could clean myself up a little, and as I did so he raised his pants and left.
   Both the room and I were quite a mess.  I spent a good deal of time (and about half a box of tissues) cleaning up.  I didn't get dressed until I was done, strangely enjoying the sensation of crawling on the floor naked.  My butt-cheeks were really open that way, and my sore anus really felt the cool air.
   I finally made it home.  I made some excuse to Mom, and tried to act normally, but I knew things had changed.
