Date: Sat, 2 May 2020 19:00:45 +0000
From: Douglas DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Piano Forte  Chapter 7

Welcome back. Austin has met his roommate for better or worse. In this
chapter he meets his first camp friend.

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I appreciate your email. Sent to thehakaanen@hotmail.com.  Douglas

CHAPTER 7
A NEW FRIEND

SATURDAY, JUNE 14

<Austin>

After Austin entered the auditorium, he looked around to see if he could
find anybody who looked to be his age. It wasn't hard for him to find
anybody; he figured there were only a dozen or so campers in the room.
Almost all of the few campers looked to be close to the eleven to thirteen
range. Austin knew that most of the campers would arrive the next
morning. He figured they would be older campers like William. Since the
recital was still fifteen minutes from starting, Austin looked for more
kids to show up.

Austin had washed his face off in the restroom before going into the
auditorium. He'd cried as he crossed the quad and was glad he hadn't run
across anybody. Even after cleaning off his face, his eyes were still
reddish.

During the walk to the auditorium, his mood had gone from feeling like the
kind of dork William had called him to feeling furious at his roommate for
all but bullying him. After their rough start earlier in the day, Aiden had
started thinking William might not be a bad roommate. He'd been friendly
and helpful, but he'd also seemed reluctant to stand up for Austin, which
helped lead to their blow up a few minutes before.

Instead of seeking out someone to talk to, his mood and his sporadic
shyness made him want to sit alone. Other than William, Leif, and Christian
he didn't know anyone at the camp. He knew William wasn't coming and Leif
was supposed to be seeing Michelle, but he didn't know if Christian would
be coming to the recital. He wondered how long it would take him to make
new friends at camp. But what if everybody here will end up being a
stuck-up snob like William. What will I do then? Austin thought.

His thoughts were interrupted by a boyish voice to his left asking if the
seat next to him was saved. Austin turned to see who was asking. What he
saw was a blond boy who was around his age. He had longish, unkempt hair,
with bangs that hung down to his eyes, causing Austin to wonder how the boy
could see anything. He was wearing a light blue polo shirt and brown
shorts. With all the empty seats available, Austin thought it odd that the
boy would ask if the seat was saved.

"No, nobody's sitting there," Austin stumbled, feeling flustered by the
presence of a boy he thought was incredibly cute. Not for the first time in
his life he wondered if thinking a boy was cute meant he was gay.

"Cool." The boy sat next to Austin and flashed a wide grin. "My name's Ned
Walsh and I'm from Vancouver, Canada. I'm eleven years old but will be
twelve just after camp is done.  Oh, and I play the flute. Now you don't
have to ask me all of the questions everybody's been asking me."

Austin took an instant liking to the boy and decided to give him his
profile. "Well, so you won't have to ask me, my name is Austin Richards,
and I live in Bellingham, so we're actually kind of close to each other. I
turned twelve last month and will be going into seventh grade in the
fall. I play the piano and this is my first time at this camp or any camp."

"I guess now it's my turn. I'm going into seventh grade, too, and I have a
sister who plays the violin. Shannon is thirteen and is at the camp for her
second time. And, yeah, this is my first time here, too."

"I'm happy to meet you, Ned." Austin stuck out his hand for a handshake
rather than present his fist for a fist bump. Ned grabbed Austin's hand and
gave it a firm shake.

"I'm glad to meet you, too, Austin. And I'm really glad to have a friend
here at camp. Who's your roommate?"

"An older kid named William Delacroix. He's fourteen and a mean asswaffle
and plays the piano, too."

"Hmm. I haven't met mine yet. But I know he's thirteen, his name is John,
and plays the violin like my sister. Shannon knows him from last year and
said he's nice but really quiet. She says since he hardly ever talks and I
talk all the time, we're going to be an interesting pair. And what's an
asswaffle?"

"Don't they have asswaffles in Canada?"

"How would I know when I don't know what an asswaffle is?"

"It's kind of like an ass...well, an ass you-know-what, only not as bad and
you can say it without sounding like a potty mouth."

"An ass you know what? You talk weird, Austin. I mean I know an ass is a
big animal that can carry stuff and you can ride, but why would you carry
waffles on one? And what's so potty mouth about a you-know-what?"

Austin looked at Ned with his mouth open wide. "Are you for real, dude?"

At that point Ned could no longer hold what had been building up in him and
broke out laughing, which set Austin off into a fit of laughter as well. A
glare from Mr. Shepard, the camp director, forced the boys to battle to
regain control. That turned out not to be easy as they had to choke down
intermittent fits of rising laughter for another couple of minutes.

Austin kept his eyes away from Ned. He knew from experience that he would
quickly lose control if he looked Ned's way. Just thinking about looking
Ned's way made things tough enough.

Mr. Shephard made a few opening remarks, thanking the campers in the
audience for arriving to camp early and for attending the recital. He gave
the usual lecture on what was required of good audience members, casting a
couple of glances directly at Austin and Ned at the time. Getting the
teacher stink eye cast at them caused both boys to let loose small hiccups
of laughter.

Six faculty members played short works for the recital. Four played solo
works, including Dr. Boardman, who played three Schubert Impromptus. Rene
Zimmer and Mr. Shephard played a Mozart violin sonata as the finale.

"That was pretty good," Austin said as he and Ned stood up after the
applause ended. "I didn't know Mr. Shepard played the violin, though."

"I didn't know he played anything," Ned said.

"Christian said you have to be some kind of a musician to be on the
faculty. Christian is my sponsor, by the way."

"Hey, speaking of playing, I have a scorebook my parents gave me in my
room. It has songs that this guy transcribed for flute and piano. I've got
some transcriptions I wrote, too. If you want to play a couple of them with
me, you can get us a practice room while I go to my room and get the
book. What do you think?"

Austin thought there was no doubt that he had found himself a friend. He
sure wasn't going to mess up the budding friendship by saying he was tired,
even though he was. It was only eight o'clock and curfew wasn't until
nine-thirty.

"I think it sounds like a great idea," Austin grinned. He didn't have a
hard time finding an open practice room; only two of them were taken. He
wished he'd gotten Ned's phone number, so he could text him to come to Room
7.  I'll be sure to get it as soon as he comes with his scorebook, he told
himself.

Ned's sister, Shannon, stopped him as he left the building. "Who's that boy
you were sitting with?"

"Why do you want to know?" Ned asked curtly. He was tired of his sister's
harping and acting like a know-it-all. She even went with him when he met
with his sponsor. I'm surprised she didn't come into the bathroom and make
sure I wiped my butt right when I went earlier, he groused to himself.

 "I was curious. I just wanted to make sure he was a nice person. You guys
got kind of rude with your laughing you know."

I've heard of helicopter parents but having a helicopter sister is
ridiculous, Ned chuckled to himself. "His name is Austin, he's twelve and
going into seventh grade, he plays the piano, he's funny, and he's not an
asswaffle."

"What's an asswaffle?"

"Google it, sis. I gotta run and get my songbook—we're going to play
together in one of the practice rooms."

"I don't think it's a good idea. It's already kind of late and you might
break curfew, plus you're going to miss snack time in the dining hall. That
ends at nine."

"I know I won't get to play a note with him if I don't hurry and get my
book. See ya later, sis."

"Text me when you know which room you guys will be in. I want to make sure
you get into the dorm before curfew."

Ned ignored her and hustled away to the dorm. He needed to plan ways to
ignore his sister before she drove him nuts. Ned got to his room, grabbed
his two copies of the book out of his dresser, his flute from the closet,
and jogged back to the auditorium. He passed Shannon talking to a boy. He
was tempted to ask her who the boy was, but all he did was give her a
little wave as he zipped by.

"Don't forget to text me," she called out. Once again, Ned ignored her.

Ned found Austin waiting in the corridor that connected the practice
rooms. The two grinned, fist bumped, and went to Room 7. The first thing
Austin did was trade phone numbers with his new friend. He sat at the piano
while Ned pulled up a chair and sat in it. Austin couldn't take his eyes
off the blond whose hair said he was a few weeks past due for a
haircut. Austin didn't care, he thought Ned was cute. Oops, there's that
word again, he thought.  He was happy Ned had asked to sit next to him. He
was more than ready to play with his new friend.

<William>

As soon as Austin left, William stripped naked and flopped on his bed. He
was incredibly horny; it was jerkoff time. He stared at the tile ceiling
while fondling his balls and cock to get hard. It didn't take much
effort—he was rock hard in thirty seconds. He reached into the drawer of
his nightstand and pulled out a bottle of Lubriderm to make himself slick.

As he lubed his cock he wondered if his roommate knew anything about using
lotion to make himself feel better when he jerked off. Then he remembered
the last words he's said as Austin rushed out the door. Of course he
doesn't know about lotion, William speculated. After all, the little dweeb
doesn't know anything about jerking off.

He thought about who or what to fantasize over while he did his thing. He
wished he could access porn sites at the school the way he could at
home. When he had turned thirteen, his father turned off the parental
controls on his computer. "Son, I understand the urges of teen boys," his
father told him. "Just don't tell your mother, because she will freak out."
After giving him an understanding of what was out there and a few rules to
follow, David Delacroix told his son he was now on his own. William noted
that at no time did his father forbid him from going to porn sites—in
fact he all but told him how to access them and the dangers to look out
for. As William saw it, that was one of the rare times his father made an
attempt to understand what he was about.

William finally settled on Michelle as his fantasy. After all, it should be
me and not that asshole Leif in her bed with her right now, he thought. He
mentally undressed her as he moved his hand along his four plus inches of
hard teen cock. Once he had her naked, he placed his naked body on top of
her. He sucked her boobs, he kissed her lips, he licked her pussy, and was
ready to enter her when the image in his mind changed from him being on top
of Michelle to Leif being on top of her. His right hand immediately stopped
its ministrations.

"Shit!" he called out. "Fucking cunt, bitch, slut, piece of shit faggot
asshole," he mumbled to himself as he cursed both Michelle and Leif. He
changed his fantasy from the bitch Michelle to his school roommate,
Kevin. He thought about what a fine cock Kevin had, both when he was
flaccid and when he was boned up. He thought about Kevin's tight ass which
felt better wrapped around his cock than Michelle's vagina.

But once again the object of his masturbation fantasy morphed into someone
else. This time it was Austin. William imagined himself rubbing his
roommate's bare chest and belly before he unzipped the dweeb's shorts and
pushed his hand inside his underpants. William was close to orgasm and his
fantasy flew by quickly until he came for real on his bed. He fantasized he
was naked on top of Austin, rubbing his boner against Austin's little
hairless one shooting its imaginary seed on William's belly while he shot
his real seed across his own belly. William knew without question that
Austin had a pencil thin cock that was hairless and shot blanks. After all,
he was a little dweeb so how else would it be?

William felt much calmer after his cum. In fact, it was the best he'd felt
all day, especially since Austin had come through the door of their
room. What was that all about? he wondered. I start with a girl, go to my
regular sexy teen roommate, and end up cumming on my camp roommate who's
probably never even jerked off let alone had any kind of sex with
anybody. He's never even kissed anybody.

Without bothering to clean up, William quickly dressed. He knew his cum
would stick to his t-shirt and that until it dried, he would smell like
sex. He didn't care if he smelled since it would make everybody think he
was a stud muffin. He left the room and headed for the auditorium to catch
the end of the recital and then go to the dining hall to see what the
evening snack was.

He entered the auditorium as the second Mozart violin sonata was being
played. Taking a seat in the back row he listened attentively. While he
admitted Ms Zimmer was a good teacher, William was certain he was a much
better pianist than she was.

When the sonata finished, he applauded. He had enjoyed what he'd heard,
causing him to wonder if he would have been better off coming to the
recital rather than jerking off to images of his dorky roommate. He looked
down to the front for Austin but couldn't make him out since the house
lights were turned down.

When the two faculty members finished, the campers applauded politely. With
the house lights up, William could see that the campers were all seated in
the lower section of the auditorium. He could make out the red hair of
Austin in the fourth row. A blond boy was standing to Austin's left as they
got up to exit the row. William thought the shaggy blond was incredibly
cute. The two boys were smiling and giggling as they walked up the steps to
the landing.

The little dorks look like they've known each other forever, William
thought as he watched them laugh and smile before they stopped and talked
about something. He was surprised to feel a slight pang of jealousy when he
saw how easy-going Austin's rapport with the blond was. He turned and left
out of the back door before he was seen. He then ran up the stairs to the
practice room floor and slipped into Room 4. He sat at the piano and
started his warmups. As long as I'm here I might as well get some practice
in so I will still be the best.

<Austin>

Austin had done some warmups while he'd waited for Ned, so he watched
patiently while Ned warmed up on his flute. "What are we going to play?"
Austin asked.

"Well, we don't have much time. I've played this with my mom." He flipped
to a place in the book and showed Austin the page with the title
"Shenandoah". "It doesn't go real fast and it's not real long. We should be
able to do it. Can you sight read?"

"I'm not great at it, but I can do it. I know I can play this just by
looking at it. I haven't done much work on playing duets, just a couple of
violin and piano works that my piano teacher worked with us on. The name of
the violinist was with Bridgett."

"A girl?"

"Well, Bridgett is usually a girl's name."

"Yeah, duh, I knew that. What I meant is why a girl and not a boy?"

"I didn't know it mattered. Besides our teachers put us together. And she's
okay, not a friend, but we get along great. We played a small recital and
we're going to be in a bigger one after school starts. Anyway, let's play
and see what happens." Austin was proving to be the more responsible of the
two friends.

"Yeah, if we can play right away we might still make snack time before
nine."

Austin glanced up at the clock and said, "Um, Ned, that's in twenty
minutes."

"Oh, yeah. Well, we'll get snacks tomorrow then," the unflappable blond
grinned.

While their start was tentative, Ned and Austin were starting to get their
timing down by the time they finished the tune.

"Wow, Austin, you play the piano great."

"I hit a lot of wrong keys," Austin replied shyly.

"I don't mean hitting the notes, I mean the way you sound. It's amazing and
way, way better than my mom. But then, her instrument is the cello, not the
piano, but she's good enough to accompany me."

"Is she a professional?"

"She and my dad both play for the Vancouver Symphony. My mom is also a
full-time high school teacher while my dad teaches part-time at Simon
Fraser University and also teaches private students."

"Does he play the cello, too?"

Ned shook his head. "He plays the oboe in the orchestra, but he can play
the flute, the bassoon, and the piccolo, too. The oboe is his best
instrument, though. One more time through?"

They played with much more confidence the second time through, missing few
notes, and keeping in time with each other. "Wow, we did really good," Ned
gushed. "If we keep working at it, or even another song, I bet we could
play together in a student recital."

"That would be fun. And you sounded really great this time."

"Well, I've played this before, just not with you, so we both kind of got
lost together and missed lots of notes. This time we were in time and I hit
the right notes and, yeah, I think I sounded better. Oh, and I kept wanting
to tell you that I really like your t-shirt. I wonder if I can find a flute
t-shirt like that anywhere."

"Check online. I'm sure they've got them somewhere. We better get going or
we'll miss curfew and the manual said that means we get restriction."

Ned placed his flute in its case and then grabbed his books. Aiden closed
the piano and the two friends headed for the dorm wishing there was a way
they could room together while their older roommates roomed with each
other.

Ned and Austin got on the elevator. Ned, who was in room 207, got off on
the second floor while Austin rode up to the fourth floor.

<William>

After his session in the practice room, William hustled over to the dining
hall, making it there just before the snack session closed. He grabbed a
couple of oatmeal raisin cookies and went to his room. He wasn't sure
whether he wanted to apologize to Austin for what he said when Austin had
left the room earlier. It turned out he didn't have to say anything since
Austin surprised him by not being in the room.

William looked at the clock on his nightstand. It read 21:08. William liked
using the 24-hour clock system. He found it easier for tracking the time
when his father or grandfather were on the road doing a concert tour. Soon
he wouldn't be tracking his grandfather much since Eugene Delacroix had
announced his retirement from full-time concert and recital work at the end
of the calendar year.

He sat on his bed and removed his shoes. Damn, I wonder where the little
shit is? William thought. A satisfied smile crossed his lips when it
occurred to him that his roomie might get caught missing curfew. Oh, would
I love seeing him get his fucking ass in trouble.

Before he could fully digest that scenario, the door opened and Austin
entered. "Hi," Austin said without enthusiasm.

"Where were you at?" William asked.

"What do you care?"

"Well, you are my roomie. It's just something for us to talk about, you
know, like roomies do."

"You mean something to talk about when you can't think of more shit to say
to me when I walk out of the door?"

"Okay, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I guess I forgot I'm supposed
to like you." Damn, here I go again, apologizing to him.

"Oh, I get it; you like me because you're supposed to like me, not because
you really do like me."

William saw right away that he'd stuck his foot into his mouth. "Look,
Austin, I didn't mean for it to come out that way. That was like hitting
more than a wrong note—I hit an entire wrong chord. I do like you." He
opened the napkin that he'd wrapped around his cookies. "Want a cookie?
Oatmeal raisin."  Fuck, what am I doing? I got both of those cookies for
me. That thought didn't stop him from getting up and handing a cookie to
Austin.

"Is this one poisoned or something?" Austin asked as he grabbed the cookie.

"You must really think I'm an asshole."

Austin nodded. "Yep, a big-time asshole." He bit into the cookie. "You're
right, it's really good."

"Baked fresh at a bakery in Poulsbo."

"Why are you being nice again?" Austin asked between chews.

William took the other cookie off his nightstand, sat down on Austin's bed,
and patted the space to his right. "Look, can we just talk?"

"Okay, but after I finish my cookie. And thanks for getting one for me."
Austin sat next to William and continued chewing.

William was about to say he had taken both cookies for himself, and then
realized he'd just be sticking his foot even deeper into his mouth. Once
again, his thinking was out of character; he normally had no qualms about
sticking the knife deeper into the wound.

After Austin stuck the last piece of cookie into his mouth, he told William
he was ready to "just talk."

"Look, we have to live together for the next four weeks. You know I'd like
a different roommate, one who's more my age, and I know you'd like a
different roommate, one who's..."

"...not an asshole," Austin interrupted.

"Dude, I'm supposed to be the rude one, not you."

"I don't like being rude, but I don't like being lied to and bullied."

"I never bullied you and when have I ever lied to you?"

"You lied when you said you liked me, and you bullied me when you called me
a dork who doesn't know how to jerk off and that kind of stuff." Austin
looked into William's eyes. "I not only know how to jerk off, I do it," he
said emphatically.

"You do?" William asked with genuine surprise.

"Yes, I do and if you ask me to prove it then that's just like bullying me,
so you'll have to believe me."

William wondered what Austin would think if he told him who his fantasy was
about when he jerked off a couple of hours earlier. William also wondered
why sitting next to Austin on Austin's bed had given him a boner. He
decided to change the subject a little and asked Austin who the blond kid
sitting next to him in the auditorium was.

"His name is Ned, he lives in Vancouver, Canada, and how do you know about
him?"

"I watched the last part of the recital and saw him. You guys acted like
you were old buddies or something."

"Well, we just met, he plays the flute, and we played together in one of
the practice rooms which was where I was after the recital, not that it's
any of your business."

William's cock jerked when the image of Austin playing the blond's other
flute, his skin flute, crossed his mind.

"I'm tired and I want to go to bed," Austin said. He paused before saying,
"And I mean go to bed to sleep not something else."

"Did I say anything?"

"You didn't have to. I can see that big bump in your shorts."

William blushed crimson and quickly stood up, turning his back to his
roommate. "Um, you know, that just happens when you're fourteen."

"I know, I have a brother who's fifteen. He gets boners all the time." He
was about to say he often helped his brother take care of the problem, and
then decided it was too much information to give to somebody he barely
tolerated. He also hoped that William hadn't noticed the boner that had
formed in his own shorts.

Well, if he sees it, he sees it, Austin finally concluded. He pulled off
his shorts, folded them neatly, and placed them on one of the shelves in
his closet. He grabbed his toilet kit from the top drawer of his chest of
drawers and headed to the bathroom to wash and take care of his teeth. He
was pleased that his erection started to go down while he took care of his
evening routine.

William entered the bathroom just as Austin was finishing. "It looks like
we're the only ones in the suite," Austin said. "I haven't seen anybody
else."

"None of the suites had all the rooms taken at camp last year. Remember,
most of the campers will be coming tomorrow morning. Eat a good breakfast
because this place is going to be a zoo."

William was stripped down to a pair of yellow boxers with black musical
notes in no particular pattern. Austin took a quick glance at his
half-naked roommate and saw from the tent in the front that his roommate
was still erect and was making no attempt to hide the fact.

For his part, William admired Austin in his piano t-shirt, which covered
all but the hem of a pair of tighty-whities. William wondered if the
slender little tween still had the erection he had seen when Austin pulled
off his shorts. He couldn't tell because Austin's t-shirt covered his
crotch area. Austin returned to their room while William went into the
toilet stall to take a dump.

"Oh man, that was a real stinkeroo," William announced after he returned to
the room. He stopped to once again admire his roommate. Austin was now
stripped down to just his white briefs. William thought Austin's bare torso
was begging for him to rub it; it would certainly be better than doing it
through his t-shirt. But it was his tight little ass that intrigued William
the most. He wanted badly to pull down Austin's briefs and rub his belly
while he stuck his finger up his ass.

Shaking his head, William walked to his closet to put his toilet kit away
as well as shake away his erotic thoughts. He realized that since he'd
jerked off thinking of Austin he'd been obsessing on his roommate, like he
was gay or something.

"How do you sleep?" William asked as he pulled back his bed covers.

"I sleep really good," Austin replied wondering what the question was
about.

"No, I mean what do you wear when you sleep?"

"I was going to wear my PJ bottoms, but usually I sleep in my undies
(unless I'm sleeping naked, which is most of the time, and all the time
when I sleep with Ollie or James, he thought).

"I guess you don't need the screen then," William observed. "If you did, I
would have asked Christian about how to get one. I don't have a problem
getting naked in front of somebody. And don't ask me to prove it, but I
like to sleep naked."

"Even when you have a boner like the one you've got now?"

"I don't see what difference that makes. And I can tell you right now, if
I'm gonna get to sleep I'm gonna have to whack my pud good and hard."
William pulled off his boxers, fully exposing the over four-inch erection
that had been teasing Austin all evening. "And, while I don't mind being
naked in front of guys, being naked in front of a girl is way
better. That's guaranteed boner time."

"It looks like you don't need a guarantee for you to get a boner," Austin
giggled. Austin was getting turned on by William's erection and his naked
body.

William held up a washrag. "Cum rag to keep the pecker tracks off the
sheets. A sock works too." William lay on his bed and pulled the covers
over himself.

Austin shrugged and pulled off his briefs, tossing them on the floor in
front of his dresser; he was now naked as well. His bald little cock was
starting to move to its three plus inches of hardness. William almost
creamed himself right then when he saw his cute ginger roommate naked. He
didn't get much time to admire the scenery; Austin went under his covers
and turned off the light on his nightstand. The room was now dark.

The boys could hear the increasing action under the covers as well as
making out the rise and fall of the blankets in the ambient light. They
each knew what his roommate was doing and they each knew that his roommate
knew what his roommate was doing.

William came quickly and Austin followed a couple of minutes later. Austin
had stopped when he heard his roomie's stifled moans, embarrassed to be
doing it by himself. But he was horny, he knew that William knew what he
was doing, and he went back to work, if for no other reason than to prove
to his roommate that he really did know how to jerk off.

Listening to Austin jerking off kept William from going completely soft. He
wondered if he could have a third cum for the night, then started thinking
about how he could rid himself of all the gay thoughts Austin was putting
into his head. He hoped that when all the campers arrived the next morning
that he would see a girl who would help him do just that.

Next: Camp Begins