Date: Tue, 1 Jun 2021 20:45:43 +0000 (UTC) From: r.motorman Subject: Organ Boy - a story in one chapter It is entirely my own work. It is purely a work of fantasy and should not be taken to imply approval of or condoning of underage relationships. Written in UK English, includes some technical musical terminology. Author : Scotnat Category : Gay/Adult-Youth Plot summary : a 32-year-old musician meets a talented young kindred spirit and love develops. Organ Boy : a short story by Scotnat I thought to myself that the river Tay had never looked more beautiful than it did that day. "The silvery Tay" it had been called by the self-styled poet William McGonagall, and on this occasion the description was perfect. I was strolling along the riverside footpath, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere and the scent of the cedars of Lebanon which grow in the grounds surrounding Dunkeld Cathedral, which sits beside a bend of the river. It was a mild autumn day, I was wearing my kilt but had removed my jacket. I noticed a small family group approaching from the side. As they got closer, I recognised that I had seen them in the hotel dining room at breakfast. They were a mum, a dad and a boy -- and what a boy he was! I guessed his age to be about 12 or 13. His dark brown hair was long and straight, except that it ended in a gentle inward curl near the base of his neck. It looked very well groomed. His face was bright, open, clear of blemish and beautiful, except perhaps that his mouth was a little too wide. However, since he seldom seemed to smile and kept his lips together, that didn't really detract from his appearance. As he came closer I was hard put to it not to stare. He was wearing black slim-fit jeans with the obligatory slashes across both knees; also a black sleeveless t-shirt which left his arms and shoulders bare. Around his neck and tucked into his t-shirt he had what looked like a silk scarf. The overall effect was just this side of feminine, and I wondered immediately if he was gay. I forced myself not to stare at him and instead smiled and said hello to his parents. Then I realised that I actually knew them, the mother at least. She had been in the same year as me at school. I racked my brains -- I'm terrible with names -- and then said hesitantly, "It's Heather, isn't it?" "Yes, and you're David. Do you remember George?" She gestured towards her husband. Yes, I remembered him; I'd been rather in awe of him at school, since he was a stately fifth year, both a sportsman and a musician, when I was a snotty little first year. "Yes, of course." We all shook hands. "This is Euan," said Heather, and I found myself shaking hands with this lovely vision of youthful maleness. I was careful not to hold his hand too long, but he gripped my hand much more firmly than I would have expected. He smiled, said "Hi" and that was all. Heather, George and I chatted for a few minutes. There was a park bench just nearby, situated in such a way as to afford a beautiful view of that splendid river and the wooded hills beyond. We sat down companionably and started catching up. We were all staying at the Royal Hotel; they for a short autumn holiday (it was schools' half term week) and I preparing to give an organ recital the following day. Heather called to Euan, who had wandered down to the river bank and was pottering about among the boulders there. "Guess what, Euan! David here is an organist, and he's giving a recital tomorrow!" "Great! Can we go, please?" said Euan enthusiastically. This surprised me; teenage boys are not usually interested in my kind of music making. "Is it in the cathedral? Is it a big organ?" he continued rapidly. "Euan is learning the organ himself," said Heather proudly. "That's good to know, Euan," I said. "No, it's not in the cathedral. It's in St Mary's church in Birnam. The organ there is a Foster and Andrews dating from about 1880; it's quite small, but a real little beauty." Euan was full of questions after that, and I did my best to answer them, as his parents looked on with a mixture of pride and surprise that their son was so interested and enthusiastic. I got the impression that they hadn't realised just how keen he was. He wanted to know more about the instrument, what I was planning to play, how long would it last, where the church was, and so on and on. "How long have you been learning?" I asked. "About a year and a half," he said. "I've been playing the piano since I was seven. I play the oboe at school as well." "Can we go to the recital, mum, please?" Euan asked again. "Yes, of course we can, darling," said Heather. "How much is it to get in? Will it be sold out?" she added, turning to me. "It's unlikely to be a packed house," I smiled back. "As far as I know, admission is free but there will be a collection for church funds. I believe the ladies of the congregation are putting on tea and buns afterwards." I looked back at Euan, who was literally quivering with impatience for his mum and dad to confirm that he could go. He obviously didn't care whether they both went as well. An idea came to me, and I said : "As a matter of fact, I could use the services of an intelligent assistant. How would you like to turn pages for me, Euan? Maybe even help with one or two stop changes?" You would have thought I had offered him a million pounds. "Yes please," he said very quietly, but his smile lit up the surrounding countryside with its brightness. It was the first time I had seen him smile. "With your permission, of course," I turned to Heather and George. "Please, please, may I?" Euan had moved to stand right in front of his dad. George and Heather looked at each other. "I suppose so," said George. "Would he need to rehearse?" "Yes, well I'm scheduled to practice in the church for a couple of hours tomorrow afternoon. Would you allow him to join me then? If you have other plans, then of course I'll understand." They looked at each other again. An opportunity for some `quality time' together without their son was almost certainly on their minds. George looked at his watch. "It's nearly five o'clock," he said, "and I feel like a cup of tea. Let's head back to the Royal and discuss things a bit more there." . . . . . . . . . . . . Long story short, the next afternoon there we were, Euan and I heading for the church in Birnam. This time he was the one wearing the kilt, and he looked stunning. I wasn't, I was in a suit, because I find the kilt awkward for playing the organ. As we walked along together Euan chattered away, going over the pieces I was going to play and asking what stops I would use in a couple of them that he'd heard before. When we got to the church, Mrs Fotheringham was there as arranged to let us in. I introduced Euan to her, she gushed a bit about how handsome he was in his kilt, then showed us where the light switches and other necessities were. As we surveyed the console of the organ, she said she would leave us to it, as she didn't want her enjoyment of the concert that evening to be spoiled by hearing me practise. She would be back at 5 o'clock to help the ladies set up for the post concert tea. I like my page turner to sit on my right, so I had to get on to the organ bench first, there being no access from the left. As Euan clambered up beside me, sorting his kilt to get comfortable, I caught a glimpse of something I shouldn't have seen. "Does your mum know you're wearing the kilt without underpants, young man?" I smiled as I said it to reassure him that I wasn't annoyed with him. "Probably, my dad says it's the right way to wear the kilt, and he does the same. Anyway, you had no pants on yesterday either!" How the hell did he know that? Ah, of course. I'd had dinner with the family at the hotel last night and at one point Euan had dropped a knife or something. He must have copped a look up my kilt when he bent down to retrieve it. By the way, during dinner I had also learned that he was actually fifteen and a half, older than he looked. By now of course, knowing that he was sitting beside me with his bare bum on the organ bench, I was beginning to get hard. Not now, boy! "Let's get down to work here, Euan," I said as I opened my first piece and selected the stops for the opening. For the next hour and a half it was all business, and he proved to be an ideal assistant. His ability to read music was excellent, his timing of page turns was ideal, and he certainly knew his way around the organ stops. Having got through my programme in record time, I put to him a suggestion which had been growing in my mind; he jumped at it, so I dug out an extra piece which I just happened to have in my music case. We prepared this as a special secret between us, and at the end we were both excited about it. As we grinned at each other, knowing that we had something good planned for the concert later, I couldn't resist putting my arm round him and giving him a hug. His smile got broader and he snuggled into me. Without really thinking I leaned down and kissed his cheek. He then surprised me by kissing me back full on the lips! At that very moment we heard the church door open -- Mrs Fotheringham was back. We quickly separated and slid off the organ bench as she came down the aisle towards us. After a few pleasantries, Euan and I left her setting out cups and saucers on a table at the back and headed back to the hotel, where we met his mum and dad for an early dinner. Once again Euan talked non stop all the way back and most of the way through dinner. His hand brushed against mine a few times as we walked, and he made sure he was sitting beside me for the meal. If my mind had not been on the performance I had to give that evening I would have been helpless with lust and struggling to hide it. As it was, my cock was half-hard the whole time. ................. The four of us arrived back at the church a few minutes before the scheduled start time of 7.30pm. We were welcomed by the rector, an elderly man who was probably working on a retirement ministry basis. He was very pleasant, chatted nicely to Euan and his parents, and said he would introduce us to the audience at the start of the recital. The church was already quite well filled and people were still coming in; it made for a very respectable audience for an organ recital. They don't usually draw much of a crowd! The recital went well, with the audience responding very warmly to a varied programme. I had decided to end with a serious masterpiece, the Passacaglia and Fugue by Bach. However, before it, Euan let me off the organ bench and I went to speak to the audience. "The rector has already introduced my young assistant, Euan, whom I only met yesterday, believe it or not! He turns out to be a very talented young musician in his own right, and he is learning the organ as well as piano and oboe. So he and I have decided to slot an extra piece into the programme for tonight. This is a surprise for his mum and dad, who are in the audience! "Back about 1800 Samuel Wesley composed a very unusual piece, a duet for organ. He wrote it to play himself along with his friend Vincent Novello, who founded Novello's music publishing house. It's a full-scale three movement sonata and we haven't time to play it all, so we're going to let you hear the finale, a fugal movement for one organ, four hands and one toe! The toe in question will be mine, as I'm playing the lower part, and you'll hear the solitary pedal note just immediately before the end. Euan has the upper part, which is quite tricky in places, and you'll be interested to know that he only saw it for the first time this afternoon! "So, ladies and gentlemen, I'm delighted to introduce Euan McIlwraith, aged 15, making his public debut as an organist." There was delighted applause as I made my way back to the organ. I'd seen and heard Euan's mum gasping as I made my announcement. It was a triumph! The church erupted in enthusiastic applause as we finished the piece with a grand flourish on full organ. As Euan grinned at me once again, I pushed him out to take a bow all on his own, and the applause got louder, if anything. ....................... Much later, I was back in my room thinking over the events of the day. We'd had to stay for the tea and make small talk with the audience members, of course. When we returned to the hotel, George and I had a nightcap in the bar; Heather and Euan both said they were off to bed, but Euan touched my hand and looked me straight in the eye as he said goodnight. I wondered if he was up to something. I'd stripped off and had a shower. The room was a lovely old fashioned one, and the hotel staff had lit a log fire in the grate. I was sitting in just my dressing gown, enjoying the fire and relaxing when there came a soft tap at the door. When I opened it, I wasn't totally surprised to see Euan standing there. He was still in his kilt, but with only a sleeveless vest on top. "May I come in?" he asked politely. "Is that a good idea? What would your parents think?" "I'm sure they'd be cool. They say I'm old enough to choose my own friends, and they know I really like you." I was amazed yet again. I'd never met a young man quite so forward; and although I'd always known I was gay, I'd never had even a hint of a relationship, certainly not with one so young; but Euan was making it very obvious that he wanted to be even closer friends with me. I stood back and let him in. As soon as the door was shut he was in my arms! He hugged me hard, and there were tears on his cheeks as he said, "Thank you, thank you, thank you! This has been the best day of my life!" "It's been pretty good for me too," I replied as I hugged him back. He raised his face towards mine and kissed me, just a little peck on the lips. I kissed him back, and suddenly we were kissing passionately. He parted his lips slightly so I took the hint and slid my tongue into his mouth. He responded with even more pressure on my mouth. He was pushing me back towards the chair I'd been sitting on and eventually I sat down again, still with my arms around him. My dressing gown slipped to the sides leaving my thighs bare as he sat down straddling my legs. The smooth skin of his thighs rubbing against mine felt incredibly good. My cock was already harder than I think I had ever known it. I moved my hands down from his waist, stroked his kilt for a moment, then slowly slid my hands underneath it, one on the outside of each leg. I loved the feel of his silky skin. He had stopped kissing by now and was resting his head on my shoulder. Occasionally I heard him moan softly with pleasure. I slid my hands along his legs till I reached the globes of his bum, which I gripped gently. It felt amazing! He wriggled against my hands in response. He raised his head and I kissed him again as I very tentatively ran one finger down his crack. He wriggled again, making his secret place more accessible; it was obvious he was OK with this. The tip of my finger found his bumhole and rubbed it gently. This time he groaned out loud, so I did it again. For the first time in several minutes, he spoke. "Do you like my bum?" "I love the feel of it, yes, but I haven't seen it yet." Without another word he stood up, pulling his vest off as he did so. He turned his back to me, loosened the straps of his kilt and let it fall. He was now standing in front of me completely naked apart from socks. I could hardly breathe because of the beauty of it. If I'd thought he was good looking before, this was absolutely out of this world. His torso tapered inwards just enough emphasise his narrow waist, then his bum was perfectly proportioned to his back and legs; it was an ideal size, pert, rounded and with no sign of sag. He looked over his shoulder back at me. "Well? Do you like it?" "What can I say? I love it. You really are the most beautiful creature I've ever seen in my life!" I leaned forward and placed my hands on his hips and drew him backwards close to me. I kissed each buttock softly then placed my nose at the top of his crack and kissed it as well. He stood still and let me stay like that for what seemed like an age. My right hand was now creeping round to his front. My fingers eventually found his cock and balls and held them gently. He was rigidly hard. After a few moments like that he turned round to face me again and began tugging at my dressing gown. "It's not fair," he said, " you can see all of me but I haven't seen you yet." At that moment I had a sudden pang of conscience; this beautiful, delightful, talented, desirable creature was under age. What would happen to me if his parents found out? I took hold of his hands and stopped him. "Euan, we shouldn't be doing this. You're only 15, I'm 32; if people find out about what we're doing here, I could go to jail for a very long time. It would be the end of my career, both as a musician and as a teacher. We need to stop." "Don't you love me, David?" He seemed on the verge of tears. "Yes, I love you very much, I don't think I've ever found anyone as attractive as I find you, but it's illegal and it's wrong. Your dad would kill me." "No he won't. Mum and Dad know I'm gay and they know I like you and want to be with you. I told them this evening already. They won't mind so long as we don't show it or talk about it outside. They like you too and trust you to look after me -- they told me so when they came to see me in my room just before I came along here. And anyway, it's my birthday in four months and it won't be illegal after that." "Are you really sure it's what you want?" "Yes, I'm sure. I knew from the moment we met yesterday that you were going to be very special to me. I want to be your boyfriend. I love you David, please love me back." Love at first sight? Is it possible at all, let alone for a 15 year old boy? Dare I admit, even to myself, to being in love with him? Because in spite of all my worry and panic, I knew that I had fallen deeply in love with this magical person. I stood there for a long time holding both his hands and looking into his eyes. He looked back steadily, but still with a hint of a tear in his eye. The fact that he was naked and I was not seemed for the moment to be irrelevant; what mattered was what we were both feeling. I took a deep breath and made a decision that would change my life for ever. Very slowly I drew him closer, put my arms around him and kissed him -- gently, not passionately. He returned the kiss equally gently and relaxed into me. His hands found the belt of my dressing gown and loosened it, then he slid them up and pushed my only garment off my shoulders. For the first time in my life -- and almost certainly in his -- I was naked and hugging another naked person; Euan, the love of my life. We pulled apart again and each enjoyed our first complete sight of the other. Euan's front was every bit as entrancing as his back view. He was completely smooth and hairless apart from a small black tuft above his penis. I had no doubt he would grow more body hair as he got older. His nipples were quite prominent, perhaps made more so by desire. His penis was quite beautiful; not overly large, but perfectly proportioned to the rest of him. He sighed as I reached down and grasped it in my hand. He was rigidly erect; so was I, and what I felt as he in turn took hold of my cock was the most thrilling sensation of my life. We stood there holding each other, sliding gently up and down each other's cock, looking in each other's eyes and kissing occasionally. His breathing speeded up and I realised he was about to cum. I was on the point as well, so I relaxed and let it go. Just as my orgasm hit, so Euan also shivered and started shooting spunk all over me. I had never cum like that in my life before, I thought it would never stop; seven or eight spurts shot up between us, some landing on his chin and chest, some on me, mingling with his. It all squelched as we closed together in another passionate kiss. That sound changed the mood and we both began to giggle then to laugh out loud. The mixture of joy and sheer relief was wonderful for us both. After a while I led him into the shower room and started the spray. We got under the water together and washed away the evidence of our first ever mutual orgasm. I dried him off gently then attended to myself. It the seemed the most natural thing in the world to lie down together on the large double bed thoughtfully provided by the Royal Hotel. Between bouts of love making (we both came again twice) we talked. Sometimes we discussed seriously what we thought would happen next. Sometimes we made each other laugh with outrageous ideas or off-the-cuff comments. Eventually, about 3.00am, I suggested that he'd better go back to his own room. His parents may have been liberal and supportive, but I didn't think they'd take too kindly to finding him in my bed in the morning. ....................... Seven years later, in the Royal Festival Hall, London, Euan was about to make his London debut as an organ soloist. He was going to play, in front of an audience of over a thousand music lovers, the massive 100+ stop Harrison and Harrison organ which had so revolutionised British organ building when it was unveiled in 1954. I sat back in my seat beside Heather and George and basked in the atmosphere. The applause grew as Euan made his way to the organ console. I knew he would do well; I'd been his sole teacher as well as his lover for the past seven years, and we had been living together for the past four. My heart swelled with pride as he turned to address the audience before his last piece, which was to be Reubke's Sonata on the 94th Psalm -- a fiendishly difficult masterpiece of romantic repertoire. He was thanking the audience for the warmth of their applause and so on. Suddenly I realised he was talking about me. He told them how a chance meeting in Dunkeld had led to him finding not only the teacher to whom (he said) he owed all his success as an organist, but also his life partner. He couldn't have got where he was today without my teaching, my encouragement and my love. By the time he finished and turned back to the organ, I was in floods of tears. People nearby were looking, obviously aware that I was his man. At that moment my life really was complete; and I still had a long night in a luxurious hotel room to look forward to, for my little genius of a pupil was also still the horny little beauty that I met in Dunkeld.