The following day it was still raining hard. Thre trio had reconvened in Josh's tent and Felix said, "Hey Jon, I'm in love with your cocklet. I've been looking for someone to ride my butt but I've been scared of the cocks I've seen. You look like you could deliver without hurting too much. How about it?"
Jon: "So what am I the resident cherry popper? I'd like to try it too, but you guys are out of the question."
Felix said, "Well, I think I may have your deliverance. You know the violist they call Piccolo Pete? Or some call him Squirt, but not to his face. I've been talking to him and I might be wrong but I think he's gay, and he's only just over five feet so..."
"Yeah, I know him. Cute kid. Feisty and busy like a little Scotty dog. Why do they call him Piccolo Pete when he blows a viola?", said Jon.
"Because he's the littlest instrument in the orchestra," said Felix. "His name is Peter Ennis and he signs stuff as P Ennis. Lively sense of humor. I'll chat with him at lunch and see if he'd like to join us for an afternon romp."
Pete turned out to be diminutive but cute as a button and not at all shy. He said, "So this is the gay trio that likes to play skin flute? Well, we can make it a quartet. I'm queer as a wooden watch and have been since I can remember." He went on to recount his loss of virginity at age nine to a neighborhood boy five years his senior. That was four and a half years ago and he knew immediately that the gay scene was his choice. "Hey, so let's get naked. Can't play in my quartet unless you're in uniform, and that means bareass!"
It took about fifteen seconds for the clothes to wind up in a pile and Jon looked closely at his hoped for butt plug. Whereas Felix had a huge cock with a glans that rode like a helmet; bigger than his shaft, Pete was uncut and when his foreskin was drawn back, the tip of his dick was pointy and the width of his cock increased all the way back to his balls; it was shaped like an icecream cone and about four and a half inches long. Jon, of course, was thinking that would be a perfect training tool. The scene was somewhat unusual in that as conversation progressed, all eyes were on cocks, and all cocks were in various stages of erection. Fellix: "Here we are, four guys from different sections of the orchestra, and all gay. I wonder how many of the camp share our feelings?"
Josh said, "I'd guess fully a third of the group are gay, bisexual or will be at some point."
"Including Max,the coach of the string section," said Pete.
Josh: "You're shittin' me! Betty, the orchestra librarian , that knock 'em dead blonde, is his wife. So how do you know he's 'one of the family' ?"
"Monday", Pete said, "he called me over after the afternoon rehearsal and tried to show me how to improve my posture with the viola. Something about the angle of my elbow and wrist. I didn't get it, so he got behind me to put me in the right position. Something was poking me in the back and either he had a flashlight in his pocket or a hardon. I reached back behind me and felt a hard cock."
Jon: "So what did you do then?"
Pete: "What any red blooded queer would do, I massaged it! He then suggested we go to the archive section in the basement to check out a piece. We hugged and fooled around a bit, he pulled down my shorts, got on his knees and gave me the best sucking I've ever had. I offered to return the favor, but he just wanted his chicken choked, so I did. Big, long, slim cock, almost as long as Felix, but uncut like me. It was fun stroking off a guy with a foreskin - definitely different from guys who have been circumcized.His load was pretty small and he explained that he'd fucked his wife that morning. I told him no problem, an encore would definitely be in order."
"I guess you're the guy in demand! I've had an itch to get my pooper poked, and you look just like the one to do it first," said Jon.
Pete: "One of the few advantages of being a little guy is gettin offers like that. My pleasure. The good news is that my dad was a shrimp in high school but he's now six feet tall and two twenty, so there"s hope for me yet. OK, get on your side, pull your knees up and let's use some of that Astroglide on the table." he produced an unusually small condom from his pocket and proceeded to roll it on. "I came out to my dad when I was eleven and on my twelfth birthday he came up with a bunch of these junior size rubbers. Hope I grow out of them soon!. One thing, I don't want to come in your butt, I'd rather finish in your mouth, so don't get scared if I quit in the middle of things."
"Fine with me," said Jon, "I'd like to taste you anyhow." Jon felt a little pressure and Pete entered, but not pain. By the time we was fully impaled, he had a full feeling, but it felt good. After a few strokes, Pete shifted position and Jon felt a new and altogether delicious sensation. "Wha, what are you doing now?"
"I just shifted north a bit and now I'm banging on your prostate.", said Pete.
Jon, "Oh damn, I'm gonna cum!" Jon felt that newly discovered tightness in his belly accelerate with blinding speed as Pete continued his stroking. The hot jizz poured down his urethra and felt more like solid material than liquid. When it reached the oh so tender tip of his cock he involuntarily straightened his legs and popped out Pete. "Arrggghhh! Shit! Ohh, Oh, Oh Ohhhh, oooo, Wow. Don't quit, I'm still cumming," he wailed. Pete watched the long strings of boycum shoot across the cot and it was so exciting he almost came himself. As Jon spiraled down from outer space, he was thinking he could definitely get used to having his butt reamed! Pete had peeled off his condom and rolled Jon over to lick the dishwater thin aftercum from Jon's seeping cock.