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Dorm Encounter 10 of 23: Tickling the Ivories
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Dorm Encounter Part X: Tickling the Ivories
There are very few things that relax me more than playing
the piano. Near my dorm in the Fine Arts Building, there is a
whole floor of private practice rooms housing some fine pianos.
Every once in a while, when I really need to relax, I pack up my
music and head to the practice rooms to play.
Perhaps the most interesting thing about these practice
rooms is that once you close the door, no one can see in to see
who is playing. You even have the luxury of locking the door if
you so choose. All of this is to say that anything you feel like
doing while practicing is pretty much fair game.
I find the piano a highly erotic instrument. I play with
the passion of a Master though I play poorly in the grand scheme
of things. I am in the habit of wearing almost nothing when I
play, and at some point during my session, I end up naked as a
jaybird. It is amazing how you can feel each note of the piano
deep into your body if you are not encumbered by clothes!
At any rate, I was playing one Saturday afternoon and had
reached that naked state. I was the only one in the building as
far as I knew, and was playing away to my heart's content. The
music had found its way into my soul and I was enraptured.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I stopped playing
and threw my shorts on quickly and jumped up to open the door.
Throwing the door open I was confronted with a fine specimen of
man the likes of which is rarely seen on this campus. He was
well over six feet tall, had a rugged, chiseled face, a warm
smile and wavy blondish brown hair cascading over his face and
down his back. What a vision! He smiled at me and said, "I am
terribly sorry to interrupt you, but I was wondering if you would
let me come in and listen for a few minutes. You play so well I
was moved in the hallway here!"
I looked at him and said, "Sure! I am flattered! I'm
Andrew, by the way," I said, sticking out my hand.
He clasped my hand in his and I saw that his hands matched
the rest of him-- huge!
We went in and I closed and locked the door again. He sat
down in the corner and said, "Pretend I am not here, man. I just
want to sit here quietly and listen."
"Well," I said, "if you weren't here, things would be a
little different. I usually play in the nude, but in this case,
I think I can adjust for you a little bit," I said with a laugh.
"Hey, man-- don't change your routine for me. I have no
problem with your being naked!" he said, smiling deviously.
"That certainly brings a new twist!"
"OK-- you asked for it." I then removed my shorts and threw
them towards him where the rest of my clothes were. This was
truly strange, but I decided that since he was behind me, he
couldn't see much, and I began to play.
I was enthralled so deeply several minutes later in a Chopin
Etude that I didn't feel him standing behind me for several
seconds, and when I did, I felt his presence deeply within me as
he swayed with me to the music. I stopped playing and turned
slightly around to face him. He put his hands on my shoulder and
said, "I hope you won't find this obtrusive, but your music has
moved me. I feel the need to touch you. I guess you may have
figured from all of this that I am gay, and I will understand if
you are not and are turned off by all this, but I find you a
beautiful man making beautiful music, and I can't stand it."
This was a real twist! I am so used to being the instigator
of this sort of thing I was slightly taken aback by the advances
of this stranger. I looked up at this massive man and said,
"Actually, I am gay too. Why don't you take your clothes off and
join me on the bench and let me show you something?"
He disrobed eagerly and sat down next to me on the bench,
our naked bodies touching at the hips. He looked at me and said,
"By the way, my name is Ian."
"Well, Ian, I said, grabbing his rockhard cock with my right
hand, "feel this!" I struck a deep note on the piano and the
reverberations shook through my body down my arm and into his
cock. He shivered as the note shook through him. "Isn't that
cool, man?" I asked.
"I've never felt anything like it! Do it again!" I struck
another note, this time deeper, and he shook from the feeling he
was experiencing. I placed his hand on my cock and hit another
note, this time letting both of us rock from the vibrations.
I took my hand off his cock and began playing Tchaikovsky's
Fourth Symphony. His hand was still on my cock and was shaking
as he swayed back and forth to the music, eyes closed and
smiling. I played on, getting so wrapped in the music that I
forgot Ian for a second until I felt his hand sliding up and
down on my cock. I looked down as I played and drank in the
vision of this enormous hand softly caressing my throbbing
member.
I stopped playing and grabbed his dick. It was not
particularly large considering the size of him, but it was smooth
and hard as a rock. I looked more carefully at him and was quite
impressed with his massive chest adorned with a soft nestle of
hair just in the cleft between his pectorals. His nipples were
huge, taut and hard as nails. His eyes were closed and I
couldn't resist leaning over and kissing him. He opened his eyes
and kissed me back deeply, passionately, warmly. We turned to
face each other, our cocks rising between us in mock defiance of
each other as we kissed. He wrapped his big manly arms around me
and hugged me tightly.
The passion was intense. I broke the kiss and slid off the
bench and onto the floor. Pulling Ian down to me, I flipped him
around and we ended up in a sixty-nine position. Quickly we
devoured each others' cocks, rising and falling from the
tumescent shafts with practiced expertise. I grabbed his ass and
kneaded it as I sucked him off, revelling in the smooth feel of
his skin and the toned musculature of his ass. He did the same
to me and soon we were rolling around the practice room floor
feeling, sucking and moaning.
I slipped a finger into his tight little bunghole after
sucking on it for a second and pushed in and out. His hips
undulated in pleasure and he sucked harder on my cock. I
withdrew from his mouth and told him to bend over the piano
bench. At this height, his rosebud was winking at me at just the
right height. I crawled to his rear and sank my mouth over his
asshole, sucking in and running my tongue around and around his
bunghole, inching closer with each pass. Finally I rammed my
tongue into his hole, fucking him with light little jabs of my
tongue. He writhed on the piano bench and his sweating body made
him glide on the ebony finish easily. I stood up and placed the
tip of my cock at his entrance and pushed in ever so slightly.
Passing the flange, my cockhead became alive with the pressure
and feeling of his warm, tight ass. I thrusted hard and sank
deep within this beautiful hunk of a man as he cried out in
pleasure/pain.
"Take it easy, man! I've only done this a few times!" he
cried in anguish. I stopped my entry and remained still for a
few seconds so he could adjust to my cock, and when I felt him
relaxing, I continued my push inward. I found rock bottom soon
enough and my cocktip glided across his prostrate gland. He
moaned appreciatively as it did so, and pushed back on my cock to
get the total depth penetration possible.
Sensing that he was ready for more massive fucking, I
withdrew and began my slow thrust inward again. He groaned as my
cock slid through his bowels, and I began thrusting more
earnestly. Slowly I built this masterful fuck into a rocking
rhythm until he was moaning uncontrollably. I pulled him off the
bench, still inside him and almost threw him on the floor,
turning him over as he went.
He was now facing me and put his legs over my shoulders. I
reached down with my hands, still fucking frantically, and began
running my hands all over his tight muscular body, gliding easily
in the sweat that was beading on his skin. I fucked with all
abandonment, plunging all the way in and pulling all the way out
with each stroke. My cockhead was alive with feeling, and I knew
I was close.
"Don't cum in me, man!" he panted. "I need that load in my
mouth!"
I knew I was close, so I pulled out and fed him my aching
cock. He sucked masterfully, drawing my cock in and out of his
throat with wild abandon. I fucked his face, eager to shoot my
load down his greedy throat. Without much fanfare, my cock
erupted in an enormous lavaflow of semen, shooting deep within
his throat. He drank greedily groaning deeply as he did so.
I pulled my cock out of his mouth and stroked the last few
spurts all over his face. Gasping for breath, I fell on him,
wrapping my arms around his head. I licked my cum from his face
and kissed him deeply, sharing my load with this wonderfully
hunky man.
I sqatted over his midsection and sank down on his rockhard
member slowly and seductively, sighing and pinching his nipples
as I sank down.
I began to bob up and down and after several quiet and meaty
moments until I felt his hips shaking. I looked down at his face
and saw that he was grinning from ear to ear. "Here it cums,
man!"
With that, I felt a warm wave of semen splash my inner ass
walls as he began shooting load after creamy load up my chute. I
continued to bounce on his now sensitive cock as he shot his
load, groaning in pleasure and passion as we rocked up and down
together. His load began to dwindle, and his cocked slipped from
my ass as it began to soften. Cum leaked down from my ass all
over his crotch and I sat back a few feet from him and tried to
catch my breath.
We looked at each other, smiling, for several long minutes
until he reached over and touched my cheek. "That was by far the
most intense sex I have ever had, man! You are one talented
dude!" Ian said.
"You're not so bad yourself, handsome!" I replied.
I crawled up to the bench and slid across it, hands on the
keys. I turned to him and said, "And now, to show my
appreciation for having had the experience of making love with
you, I'd like to play an original composition."
He sat up and wrapped his arms around his knees. I could
see his soft cock nestled in his pubes as he closed his eyes and
smiled.
I began to play the composition that I had been working on
for months. As I got into it, and as my hands coaxed the
hauntingly eerie tune from the piano, I forgot that he was there
for a moment and put my soul into it. I played the complex
melody through several times and on the third time, he began to
hum along with it. I grabbed the lyrics from the top of the
piano and flung them at him.
He grabbed the lyrics as I restarted the melody, and began
to sing in a deep melancholy baritone that made my skin tingle.
I had imagined how this would sound ever since I wrote the
lyrics, but he made it come alive in ways I never dreamed
possible. I played, he sang, we made music. We did it over again
several times until we were too emotional to continue, and I
joined him on the floor for a hug and kiss.
We fell asleep there on the floor for some time, woke hours
later and dressed quietly.
"Would you like to meet here again and sing and 'play'some
more?" I asked coyly.
"Just tell me when, Andrew!"
I did, we did, and the rest of the quarter sped by as Ian
and I made more than one type of beautiful music together!
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