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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!