Date: Sun, 13 Sep 2020 12:14:08 -0400 From: MC VT Subject: Dorian in D Minor Gay Adult-Youth A Tune in D Minor MCVT2017Saturday, September 12, 2020 Back to the keyboard for a quickie. Crescendos and cocoanut for your pleasure. Pleasure Nifty with a donation today: https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html 100% Fiction, adult content, Mb, music. ============================================================================= They didn't go into the den, but the salon that rainy afternoon. There stood a shiny, black, grand piano, open as though it were luring warm fingers. Above the fall, where the music stand would be, a sharply tailored custom cushion, in the same golden velvet as the padding on the bench. "Wow, that's cool." Small fingers ran along the upper cushion, "What's it for? Where's your music holder? Are you going to sit above the keys and play upside down? Can you play with your feet?" "Mr. Dorion, you're being silly. I'm going to play you--today you're my music." He turned to the boy, lifted his tee shirt over the boy's head, then took him on his lap and untied his shoes, "A beautiful melody, I can sense it rising through you now." The musicologist placed the naked boy on the cushion above the keys allowing his eyes to feast on the boy who stared back, then looked down at his stomach to his feet. "There's no notes on me, are you going to draw some on?" "Not now, but a lovely idea." The slender instructor slipped his robe off, tossed it to the settee. In only his slippers and pajama bottoms, he nestled his rear onto the bench, and opened the cover to the keys, his second favorite toque-sphere. Leaning slightly to the side and forward, a chord rose from behind the boy's naked body as the man gently kissed the boy's cheek. "Be still, my score." The naked boy rolled to his side in order to watch as long and expert fingers began dancing on the keys. Professor's eyes studying at first, the small, so soft and perfectly smooth extremities, still pinkly holding the imprints of his shoes. Dorion wiggled his toes to see what would happen. Keys twinkled, melody began as the man's nose neared the plump feet and rounded digits. They deserved a few kisses for the delight of their accompaniment, though they carried a sharp, staccato smell, slightly vinegar-like; the aroma of invitation. A rousing canticle rang through the room from the player's right hand as his left hand caressed a slender, gentle curve of an ankle. Small calf muscles flinched, skin over the kneecap dimpled. A kiss was placed there by moist lips. The notes slid as a short lick found its mark, those precious knees that bent to wrap the man's waist only yesterday. The tune became stronger, louder--not yet fortissimo but building. Short thighs pressed together bringing a soft, disgruntled hum as the pianist leaned his head to the side and lifted an eyebrow. Taking his cue, the boy lifted his top leg, tucking his foot behind his knee, enjoying the feel of velvet on his sole and cool air on his groin, between his legs. Page turned. "Ah, my favorite passage." Softly whispered, the connoisseur of youthful melodies offered as his nose settled into a boy-scented package. "Left a little smudge this morning." He smiled when he said that, he enjoyed smudges on his music. Why, each blotch was a quarter note different on every composition he'd ever mastered. ... A forte neared, something of a march ensued from the keys. Due to lack of spinal and humeral length, the man half-stood, hands on keys and quickly pulled the entirety of the boy's kit into his mouth. An improvised riff on a Sousa march began, softly at first. Irregular breathing began, the boy could only grunt and grasp handfuls of the man's hair, soft mumbling ensued along with the rhythm enwrapping them. Forte. Man-sized tongue, like a drum major on meth leading a mambo, the boy's short shaft was lavished with action accompanied by swelling, full chorda. Enthusiastic fingers hit the keys. Short, hardened stem swizzled through the man's mouth; teeth nipped at a promising yet underdeveloped scrotum. Muscles tensed, quick, rapid strikes on the ivory veneers. Fortissimo. Chords climbed during the next several bars. "Daddy!" Roughly whispered came from the boy's chest, his contorted face. "My love." Impolitely came through a filled mouth. Another fleshy page turned; tempo slowed to while the man contemplated being the first to enjoy the first savory droplets of coming manhood. That thought elicited a trill from the keys. This boy kept coming back for more every time. Tones lingered in the air around them for long moments. Adagio kisses meandered to the boy's nipples, across his still-heaving chest to his slender neck calling forward a più lento as the boy calmed himself and he caressed the man's cheek. Silent kisses. ... Bright Florida sunshine made the boys squint, they ran to the trees at the edge of the park. The younger one pulled a half-melted cocoanut and chocolate bar from his pocket. "You been over to Coop's again?" The older boy asked. "Yeah. He always gives me a twenty wrapped around a candy bar." Dirty fingers unwrapped the sticky treat, handing his friend half. "What did you have to do?" "Get played." End.