Piano Forte

CHAPTER 40    

WINDING DOWN

 

FRIDAY, JULY 11

 

<Austin>

 

Gary’s alarm woke the four boys in his room. “Oh, wow, what a night,” Gary moaned as he shook himself awake.

 

“I slept really good,” Austin said.

“So, did I. I was just talking about the big Young Master Musicians orgy. If that’s what orgies are all about then I want more of them.”

 

“That’s because you’re a big-time horn dog. I had a great time last night, but I don’t know if I want more of it. I like being with one, maybe two others, for having sex.

“When we see Jordan this afternoon, that will be kind of an orgy in a way,” Gary reminded Austin.

 

“Well, it will be a quick one. The biggest question with Jordan is which one of us is going to suck his cock.”

 

“I thought Ned was going to do it.”

 

“I thought he didn’t want to do it,” Austin said.

 

“Do what?” Ned asked before yawning and stretching.

 

“Suck off Jordan when we meet him this afternoon,” Gary responded.

 

“Hey, I want to suck him. I just didn’t want to do it by myself that one time. You saw me pull down my pants and show him my willie and you saw how hard I was.”

 

“Does that mean you want to do it all the way while we watch?” Titus asked.

 

“I guess we’re all awake now,” Gary said.

 

“All I want is to suck him so he cums in my mouth. Everybody else can do whatever they want,” Ned told Titus.

 

“Why don’t we all just take our pants off when we get there and then see how it all works out,” Austin suggested.

 

“Mr. Cool, Calm, and Collected checks in with his usual good idea,” Gary grinned.

 

“Well, look how things went last night. I mean we knew who was gonna mess with who but the way we got to the finish just kind of happened. At least that’s the way I remember it.”

 

“It sounds close enough to me. Are you going to shower with me, Austin?”

 

“I told you last night I wanted to shower with William this morning,” Austin replied.

 

“I don’t remember you saying that,” Gary said.

 

“I said it after we humped each other so you probably fell asleep while I was saying it to you.”

 

“I wouldn’t be surprised. I was so tired I’m surprised I lasted long enough to even cum.”

 

Austin pulled back the covers and rose from the bed. Nobody missed his morning wood. “You guys should jam yourselves into the stall and have a nice cozy shower together. I’ll see you at breakfast,” Austin told his friends as he left the room.

 

William opened the door separating his room from the bathroom just as Austin stepped up to it, the two roommates almost colliding. “Good morning Aussie—what’s your big hurry?” William asked.

 

“Good morning, Willie. My big hurry was to get your ass out of bed so we could shower before the rest of the gang,” Austin told him.

 

“Then let’s do it.”

 

William reached into the shower and turned on the water. As soon as he had the temperature right, he stepped into the stall.  “Come on in dude, it’s perfect.”

 

“I gotta piss before I get in.”

 

“Says who? The shower’s got walls that get washed off by the shower water, so get your ass in here.” As if to prove his point he turned to the wall in the back of the stall and pissed on it.

 

“Okay, whatever you say.” Austin stepped in, shut the shower door, squeezed in next to William, and started pissing against the wall just as William finished.

 

“Now wasn’t that more efficient than closing the shower door, going into the toilet stall, then pissing in the toilet, yelling out ‘shower!’ before you flushed to keep me from getting scalded, and then coming back out, opening the door, coming into the shower, and wondering how taking a piss could become so much work?”

 

“It wasn’t so bad once the water washed the piss down the drain. Now, let’s wash up, dry off, and get out of here so the other three can do whatever three guys do in the shower.”

 

“Knowing those three, it would be the wildest shower of the camp,” William chuckled.

 

“They’ve sure become horny since we met.”

 

William gave Austin’s ass a light swat with his open hand. “Speak for yourself, boyfriend. And Gary was kind of experienced already.”

 

“Well, the big deal is that all of us lost our virginity in camp.”

 

“And that is a really big deal no matter how experienced a dude is.”

 

“Which you learned in our bedroom.”

 

“And a great learning experience it was,” William said as he washed Austin’s firm young ass. “And I mean a really great experience.”

 

“Hey, guys, there’s a bunch of hungry dudes waiting to shower,” Gary called out.

 

“We’ll be right out,” William responded.

 

“Who’s fucking who in there?” Gary asked, leading to loud giggling from Ned and Titus.

 

“Get your minds out of the gutter, little boys,” William said. “We just need to rinse off our heads and we’re done.”

 

“Your pecker heads?” Ned laughed.

 

“Your Austinstein monsters are alive and well, Austin,” William laughed. Austin shut off the water and opened the shower door to grab their towels off the towel rack next to the door. They found Titus standing outside the door holding the towels, which he handed to them. Ned draped three fresh towels on the rack as the boys traded places.

 

“We’ll wait fifteen minutes before we go to breakfast,” Austin said. “But we’ll get us an eight-person table and save you seats.”

 

“We’ll go as fast as we can,” Gary retorted.

 

Even though they were three naked, pubescent boys crowded into the shower stall, Ned, Gary, and Titus really were hungry. The hunger, along with their desire to eat breakfast with their friends, plus the knowledge they would be getting off together that afternoon with Jordan, quashed the boys’ sexual urges. They efficiently took care of themselves and each other in just under five minutes.

 

William and Austin followed them into Gary’s room and watched the trio dress. “Don’t you trust us to dress as fast as we can?” Titus asked them.

 

“We do,” Austin told them. “We just wanted to take advantage of another chance to see you guys naked.”

 

“You talk about us having dirty minds,” Gary smirked.

 

“Hey, give us a break why don’t you. There’s only a day-and-a-half of camp left after today,” William said.

 

“Good point,” Ned said sadly.

 

The breakfast was less a social affair than it was a meal. Instead of talking between bites, they were shoving food into their mouths between words. Time for the Young Master Musicians was running out. Yes, they would have many moments together at the Seattle Youth Festival, but they knew it was unlikely there would be many, if any, opportunities for the five of them to eat as a group at their own table with nobody else seated with them.

 

When the quintet finished breakfast, they headed to their rooms to take care of their teeth, hair, and whatever else they thought they needed to take care of. Austin didn’t make it to the dorm with the other four; he was waylaid in the foyer of the dining hall by Christian, John, and Grandpa Gene, who were just entering the building. The two groups exchanged greetings, but Austin was stopped by Christian.

 

“We need to talk,” his sponsor said.

 

“I have my last workshop at nine,” Austin told him. “Can we talk later?”

 

“It’s important that we talk now.”

 

Austin looked at Gene for help. “Christian is right. This is important and it would be best if we talked now. It won’t hurt you to be late to your last workshop—I’m sure they can muddle through without you. We’re heading for breakfast, so come up with us.”

 

“I already ate.” Austin really wanted to attend the workshop; three of the college assistants would be playing some solos and telling the campers how they practiced and prepared. Austin was interested in hearing them play and in learning new ways to practice.

 

“I figured as much seeing as you just came downstairs from the dining hall.” He patted Austin’s slender belly. “I doubt an extra donut will hurt you. And this shouldn’t take long, but it’s something you need to hear.”

 

Austin looked at his phone after taking a seat at a table. It was twenty minutes to nine, which gave him time to brush his teeth, pee, and make it to the workshop close to on-time. He knew the instructor liked to make long introductions so he probably wouldn’t miss much.

 

By the time everyone had settled at the table with their breakfasts (or a raspberry jelly filled donut) ten minutes had passed. Christian brought Austin a cup of hot chocolate to enjoy with his donut.

 

“Where’s Benny?” Austin asked.

 

“Benny is the reason why we’re here,” Christian told him.

 

“Did something happen to him?”

 

“I’m afraid so. Benny has some serious food allergies. Last night, his family and mine went out to dinner at Puget Grill. There must have been something cooked into food that he was allergic to. He ended up spending the night in the hospital, but don’t worry, he will be okay.”

 

“I’m really sorry to hear about that. How does he know what or what not to eat?”

 

“It’s not a problem here at camp. The cooks have a list of what he can’t eat and make sure to set out a special plate of food for him if they use any of those foods in their cooking that meal. When we looked at the menu at the restaurant the item he ordered looked good. They must have cooked something in the sauce that he was allergic to.”

 

“So, I guess the reason why we’re meeting is because he won’t be able to perform in our trio tonight. Does that mean John is here because he’ll be taking Benny’s place?” Austin asked. Like Benny, John was a violinist.

 

“Sorry, but that would be a no,” Christian replied.

 

“There’s no way I could learn the part and have time to practice with you guys by tonight,” John added.

 

Austin felt a wave of disappointment sweep over him. Even though he and William would be playing in the finals the next day and he would be playing Granados in the semis that evening for another chance at the finals, he was looking forward to playing the Mozart trio. He, Christian, and Benny had put a lot of work into their trio which would have been the only ensemble of three or more in the finals if they had made it through the night’s semis.   

 

“So, that means no Mozart tonight,” Austin said sadly. “So, why are you here then?” he asked John. “And why is Grandpa Gene here?”

 

“I’m here because there will be Mozart. But I’ll let Mr. Delacroix explain,” John said.

 

Austin couldn’t believe that was John talking. He had always seen John as the brash, gay teen, who seemed to work just hard enough at his music to be better than average. What he was seeing now was a polite, unassuming young man with an air of culture about him.

 

“Obviously, a lot has happened this morning,” Gene said. “As soon as Christian told Mr. Shepard that you three would not be able to perform in tonight’s finals, the director set the wheels in motion. He and Dr. Boardman went through the rules of the recitals, checked on the voting, and, to make a long story short, saw that our friend John Irish finished the highest in voting of those who played in a Saturday recital but didn’t get voted into the Semis.”

 

“Oh, cool, good job, John,” Austin said. “I thought you played really well even if you didn’t make the semis. Shelly Eaton was your accompanist, right?”

 

“Yeah, but she won’t be tonight,” John replied. “I was the first person she ever accompanied, and she had a tough time with the tempo and the timing. She tried hard and is a nice girl.”

 

“So, you just didn’t bother to ask her?” Austin asked. He felt that she should at least have been asked—not asking would be extremely rude.

 

“Mr. Shepard did ask her, but she said there was no way she could learn it all again in one day.”

 

“Then who is going to accompany you?” When he saw John and Christian looking at him Austin blurted out, “Don’t look at me like that. I know now that’s why you wanted to meet with me and there’s no way I can do it. I already am playing tonight and like Shelly, there is no way I…”

 

“Whoa, slow down, Austin,” Gene chuckled. “I’m not sure how Christian and John were looking at you, but everybody understands there is no way you can do it. You were asked here because the cancellation involved you and you need to know about it and what was replacing it.”

 

“Thanks, I feel better now. But I’d still like to know who is going to accompany John.” This time John and Christian were looking at Gene. “For real? You’re going to do it Grampa Gene?” Austin grinned.

 

“The rules say a staff member can be a camper’s accompanist,” Gene responded. “I am currently a staff member and John is a camper. It was easy to add one and one.”

 

“That’s awesome. Do you know how awesome that is?” Austin gushed.

 

“I do,” John said. “He’s one of the greatest pianists in the world. And, he’s good enough to sight read the score and probably play it without any mistakes. But we are going to practice together. In fact, I’m going to go through the Mozart for an hour with Kevin so I can get it back into my head. And then Mr. Delacroix and I will be working hard together.”

 

“John, calling me Gene is just fine with me,” Gene reminded John.

 

“Or just call him gramps,” Austin added.

 

“I should add that I have played this work more than once, but it has been a while. Ms Zimmer will act as page turner for me since I don’t want to deal with memorization. I want to be able to work strictly on rhythm and tempo and teamwork with John.” John and Gene would be playing the work he had played in his recital, the third movement of Mozart’s Violin Sonata in F Major, K. 376. The movement was a Rondeau, which meant it was a quick and lively work. Gene understood how an inexperienced pianist could have difficulty maintaining the tempo and that would be a problem for John. He would make or break his chances for the finals on his own.  

 

“I’ve one thing that’s kinda bothering me about this,” Austin said.

 

“Fire away,” Gene responded.

 

“Since Christian was part of the trio, why doesn’t he just get to play whatever his solo was?” Austin asked.

 

“I asked the same question. Since Max…Mr. Shepard has to go by the procedure as written, Christian did not place high enough to be the one chosen to substitute.”

 

“That’s bogus. He should still get a chance to play,” Austin barked. He was obviously not happy about the decision.

 

“It’s cool, Austin,” Christian said. “Like I told you way back when Benny and I picked you for the trio, I play better in a group than I do solo. I know most musicians are the opposite, but I’m not the only one like that. So, as much as I’d like to perform tonight, John is the proper choice. His solo playing was better and he deserves to play.”

 

Gene had already heard what Christian had to say about the choice and had gained a great deal of respect after the selfless choice by the fourteen-year-old. He could see that Christian had been an excellent choice to be a sponsor and mentor for the younger campers.

 

“Well, if it doesn’t piss you off then I guess it doesn’t piss me off either,” Austin said. “So, congratulations at earning your spot tonight, John.” Austin knew John was good, but not as good as Titus, even though he was older. Once Austin understood all of the reasoning behind John being chosen, he thought it was a good choice and was going to root for John to do well, as long as doing well didn’t knock him out of the finals. 

 

“Austin, I’m sure you know what the performance schedule change means as far as your morning goes,” Gene said.

 

“Yeah, it means I will be really late for the workshop I wanted to attend and that you and I won’t be having our master class,” Austin responded.

 

“Not quite. I understand that the same workshop will be repeated at ten and at noon. Go to the ten o’clock workshop. If anyone questions it, which I doubt since this is camp and not school, have them talk to Mr. Shepard. That means we won’t be having our master class at ten, but I do want to meet with you and Gary for a half-hour each. You and William will have to work together on ‘Fandango’ at noon without me, but I know you two can handle it.”

 

“Great, but what about lunch?”

 

“I’ll still meet you at one with a cookie as an enticement and to tide you over until one-thirty. Lunch is served until two, so you’ll have plenty of time. Gary can have lunch some time during the twelve o’clock hour and meet me at one-thirty.”

 

“What about your lunch?” Austin asked.

 

“I’ll have a sandwich laid out in the staff lounge for me to grab when I finish with Gary. I just need to get the message to Gary.”

 

“Gary told me he had the ten o’clock workshop. I’ll tell him then.”

 

“Fantastic. I’ll see you at one.”

 

Austin left for the dorm. His new schedule meant he would be late meeting Jordan with the Young Masters. He needed to find a way to get word to Jordan that they would be a half-hour late. Telling his friends he would be late was the easy part.

 

<Ned and Gary>

 

After breakfast Ned and Gary returned to their rooms, took care of their teeth, hair, and whatever else they thought needed caring for.

They had Practice Room 8 reserved at nine for their last opportunity to practice together before playing Ned’s transcription of “The Entertainer.” Gary met Ned in the dorm lobby so they could walk together to the Administration Building.

 

“Austin gave me his sign before we went to breakfast.” Gary pulled Austin’s CAUTION: NUDIST AT WORK SIGN out of his satchel.

 

“Austin is a good guy,” Ned said. “But nude or not, we need to practice, practice, practice.”

 

“I know we all like practicing in the nude. Like Austin says, it’s freeing.”

 

“Then put up the sign and let’s get naked.”

 

The two eleven-year-olds were naked in less than a minute. Even though they were naked and were enamored with each other, their minds were on the task at hand rather than on sexual matters. They warmed up and went to work. They started with Gary playing “The Entertainer” solo on the piano until he played a short passage which Ned had added to the score, which was the transition to Ned’s flute solo. After Ned finished, the two friends played together. Their playing was less improvisation and more planned out than when they started playing the piece together a few days ago; and yet, it still had a spontaneous feel to it.

 

As their time came to an end, they both had an erection, but they didn’t feel turned on. They did feel like giving each other a deep kiss, however, which promptly sent a blast of pubescent hormones through their systems.

 

“We’d better get dressed before Mary Kwon shows up and sees us naked,” Ned said.

 

“She’s already seen you and Austin naked, so it’s no biggie.” 

 

“One time was enough. She is a girl, after all.”

 

“Ned, you’re a great friend, but sometimes you’re just plain weird. No matter, as far as the music goes, I think we’re ready.”

 

“Without question,” Ned grinned as he gathered his clothes. Once they were dressed, Ned opened the door and took down the sign. He saw Mary coming up the hall and waited for her, handing her the sign when she got to the door.

 

“I know I missed seeing you naked, but I was talking with Alejandro and forgot I needed to get the sign before I went to my workshop,” Mary said.

 

“We have the same workshop. We could have given it to you there,” Gary told her.

 

“It’s best I didn’t know. Everyone would have seen me get the sign,” Mary said. They all had the practice and preparedness workshop that followed the one they thought Austin was finishing.

 

Mary went directly to the workshop classroom but Ned and Gary wanted to grab something cold to drink from one of the vending machines by the main office before they went. “I didn’t think Mary Kwon ever forgot anything, but I guess I was wrong.”

 

“Well, be happy she did, otherwise she would have caught us naked.”

 

“Ned!”

 

“I know—I’m weird,” Ned grinned.

 

“Speaking of forgetting, I forgot to tell Mary that Austin and William would be in Room 4.”

 

“That might be good. Austin can get revenge and see Mary when he gets the sign.

 

<Young Master Musicians>

 

“What are you doing here?” Ned asked Austin when he saw him sitting at a desk waiting for the workshop to start.

 

“I’m sitting at a desk like a good boy in school,” Austin replied with a straight face.

 

“Duh. I might be a Canuck, but I can see. Gary’s the one who wears glasses.”     

 

Gary yanked his glasses off and looked straight at Austin. “Even with my glasses off I can tell you’re sitting at a desk. We thought you had the nine o’clock workshop, which is why we were asking.”

 

“I know, I know, I was just yanking your chains. It sounds like I gave them some real good yanks. Here is why I’m at this desk.” Austin then told them the story of the cancellation and the change in people’s schedules coming as a result. “And for Gary, it means he will meet with Grandpa Gene at one-thirty for a half-hour master class.”

 

“And then we’ll meet with Jordan, right?” Ned asked.

 

“Somebody just needs to tell him we might be fifteen minutes or so late.”

 

“I can do that right after our workshop.”

 

“Thanks Ned. And now for the second part to the answer to your question. The other reason I’m sitting at this desk is because the usual classroom for morning workshops is being used for some other workshop, so we have to sit at desks. It makes me feel like I’m at school.” Most of the morning workshops had been held in a classroom that had all the desks removed. Campers could sit on chairs, on pillows laid out on the floor, or just stretch out where there was room.

 

The staff member in charge of the workshop entered the room just before the ten o’clock starting time. She counted the number of campers for her report but paid no attention as to what specific campers were in attendance. She was joined by Clive Urquhart, a senior music major at the University of Washington. Together they made the practice and preparedness workshop lively and informative. Austin was happy he had decided to come to the workshop.

 

One of the best pieces of information he gained was something Gene hadn’t gone into, at least not yet. It was how to work music practice around school, homework, other activities—like sports, and how to use their practice time to prepare for music lessons or recitals.

 

After the workshop ended, Austin considered dropping in on Mary to give her a payback for her seeing him naked the day before. He decided to get a cold drink from one of the vending machines and give that idea some serious thought.

 

<Austin and Mary>

 

Mary Kwon was practicing her Mendelssohn when she heard a rapping at the door of Practice Room 8. She kept playing as if nothing had happened but stopped after a second rapping.

 

“I’m practicing and read the sign,” she shouted unhappily.

 

“It’s me, Austin, and I know exactly what the sign says.”

 

“You’re not going to come in, are you?” Mary asked as she started losing her usual reserved bearing.

 

“I’ll only come in if you tell me I can.”

 

“Why would I do that?” she asked. Mary knew she could trust Austin, which had her feeling calmer.

 

“Because you barged in on Ned and me when we had the sign on our door.”

 

“That’s different. I’m a girl and you’re boys.”

 

“Whatever.” Austin wasn’t sure what difference that made but he didn’t want to get into a row while he was standing out in the hall.  All he wanted was to see his first naked girl, but it obviously wasn’t going to be Mary Kwon. “I’ll be back in half an hour to get my sign and I’ll come in whether you want me to or not.”

 

“A half hour it is, but you had better not be early.”

 

“No worries—I won’t be.”

 

Austin walked away to Practice Room 2. He had written his name on the reservation sheet posted at the school office in case his plan to see Mary Kwon naked didn’t pan out. After entering the room, he sat at the piano and started his warmups. He wished he could strip naked, but without his sign to post he didn’t feel safe doing it. He finished his warmups and then played the Granados “Oriental” which he would be performing in the night’s semi-final.

 

His first time through his goal was to simply hit all the notes correctly. On his second playing he wanted to play not only the right notes but to get everything out of what was between them. Grandpa Gene had told him that great performances made the spaces between the notes, from the almost indecipherable pauses to the rests between notes, as high a priority as the notes themselves.

 

“You have been doing a remarkable job of doing that without realizing what you were doing. Now that you are aware of the importance of empty space, I suspect you will get even better at it. Acknowledging what you don’t play, as well as what you play, affects your tempo as well as your touch on the keyboard.” Even though Grandpa Gene hadn’t said so, William’s weakness wasn’t in missing notes—even at twelve William had been brilliant technically—but in not recognizing what was happening between the notes. Although the thought didn’t strike Austin at the time, it was the major flaw in the playing of William’s father.

 

Austin felt satisfied with his second time through the Granados, but knew he needed to add more spark to his performance if he wanted to be one of the four finalists. He was confident that performing in front of an audience would provide the confidence, especially since the prediction was for a full house both for tonight’s semi-finals and tomorrow’s finals.

 

He left the room and returned to Room 8. He heard no music from the room and noticed that the sign was hanging on the door handle. After knocking twice in succession, he entered the room and saw Mary sitting naked in a chair studying a score.

 

“That was exactly a half an hour,” Mary said.

 

“I aim to please,” Austin responded, using one of his brother’s favorite phrases. He was unable to take his eyes off the first girl he had ever seen naked. He wasn’t sure what to do or what to say, so he just stood next to the piano looking dumbfounded.

 

“Thank you for letting me use it. You are correct about practicing in the nude. It is very freeing, and I imagine even more so for a boy since you have that sexual organ of yours getting in the way.”

 

“That is true. Glad I could help,” Austin croaked.

 

“Have you ever seen a girl naked before?”

 

“You are the first.” What Austin saw was a girl with smooth, light olive skin, small budding breasts, and wisps of pubic hair in her genital region.

 

“What do you think?”

 

“You look nice.”

 

“Thank you, but I know you are gay and do not know what to think or say. I am happy to be your first naked girl, but now I must dress. It would be nice for both of us to be naked together, but there is no time, plus we are breaking the camp rules by having the door closed with both of us in here. I would advise you to leave and you may take the sign down.” Mary grabbed her blue panties off the table.

 

“Good luck tonight,” Mary said as she started to dress. “Although I may be the one needing it. I do not intend to brag, but I am an exceptionally good player. You, though, are better. You are the best in the camp. If you do not make it to the finals then something is very wrong. I hope I can join you there.”

 

“You will,” Austin said sincerely. He quickly left the room in a confused state. While he was pleased to have seen his first ever naked girl, the experience didn’t give him any kind of sexual charge. It was like Mary was naked so she could be a scientific model of a girl’s body. He thought the experience was weird and was ready for something much less weird, namely joining his friends when they messed with Jordan.

 

<Austin and William>

 

“You should have asked her if you could fuck her,” William smirked as he and Austin undressed in Practice Room 10.

 

“Sheesh, William, you’ve got a totally dirty mind,” Austin responded.

 

“And you know it’s one reason you love me.”

 

“Just because you’ve fucked a couple of girls doesn’t mean I want to. Besides, I don’t think she did it because of sex. It was more like she wanted to make sure I saw a naked girl. She could have been sitting at the piano playing some new piano work and it would have had the same feel to it.”

 

“Especially if she was naked.”

 

“WILLIAM! As my mother would say, you’re impossible!”

 

“Your mom sounds like my mom,” William chuckled. The boys were now naked, and William was sporting an erection.

 

“We’re here to practice. You’re supposed to let the music make you hard.”

“I can’t help it. You’re just so beautiful it automatically turns me on.”

 

Austin looked up at the wall clock and saw it wasn’t even quarter after twelve yet. They had plenty of time for a “Fandango” run through. “Well, in that case…” Austin got down on his knees and wrapped his lips around his boyfriend’s close to five inches of hot teen cock.

 

“Ohhhhh, fuck, that feels so fucking good…,” William moaned. Knowing that Austin could be a prude at times, he wasn’t expecting his tween boyfriend to suck him in the practice room, but he wasn’t about to turn it down. The fourteen-year-old didn’t last long and was soon fucking Austin’s mouth before filling it with his creamy jism.

 

Austin pulled off, licking his lips as he took his final swallows. He rose from the floor, looked up at William’s handsome face and pursed his lips. William knew what he wanted and placed his lips against Austin’s, tasting his own cum when they exchanged tongue and spit.

 

“That was as sexy as it can get in a practice room,” William grinned. “Thanks for an awesome BJ.”

 

“That was way sexier than anything with Mary Kwon could ever be,” Austin said as they ended the kiss. “Or with any other girl for that matter.”

 

“I see you’ve got a nice little nail begging for attention. I’m ready to take care of it.”

 

“We need to get our run through in,” Austin responded, becoming the stuffed shirt William knew he could be at times. “Plus, I’ve got our meeting to pay Jordan for how much he’s helped us Young Masters.” He could see the disappointment on William’s face. “How about if I skip my before dinner swim and let you fuck me before dinner instead to make up for not sucking me now?”

 

“I should be the one getting fucked though,” William pointed out.

 

“Let’s not worry about it. How about we just meet to fuck and see who does that?”

 

“Sounds like a plan. And now, let’s do a sexy run through of Senor Boccherini.”

 

Which is exactly what they did. It was so sexy that William was boned up again by the time they finished. “If we’re this sexy tomorrow afternoon we will win the Best of Camp Award,” Austin grinned. The Best of Camp Award would go to the musician or musicians who finished first in the final voting.

 

“That would suit me just fine,” William said as the two started to dress.

 

<Gene Delacroix>

 

Gene could see the change in the campers as the last full day of the Bainbridge Music Camp wound down. While there were still tutoring sessions, a couple of workshops, and organized activities at the gym remaining, except for the campers who would be performing that night and Saturday afternoon, everyone was looking forward to returning home and sleeping in their own beds more than anything else.

 

While Saturday was a complete day it wasn’t a full day with workshops, field trips, tutoring, and various activities. In the morning, campers would be committed to packing and cleaning their rooms. The performance finals would take up most of the afternoon.

 

The evening would feature presenting camper awards that were not part of the recitals, and ensemble works played by the camp and school staff and faculty. Gene would be playing Beethoven’s “Spring” sonata for violin and orchestra with Darrell Howard, a music professor at Seattle Pacific University, and a full-time member of the camp staff. Gene was impressed with the work Darrell had done with Titus and was pleased that the two would meet up a couple of times at the Festival.

 

Gene knew the camp often had one of the amateur symphony orchestras in the area perform on the final night of camp, but Max Shepherd couldn’t pull it off this time. Too many orchestra members were busy with summer activities. Sunday morning would be checkout time. Once a room passed inspection the roomers were free to leave for home.

 

Gene’s thoughts were interrupted by Austin entering the practice room. “Hey, Grandpa Gene, how’s your recital work going?” Austin grinned as he loped into the room.

 

“Hello there, Austin. When did you become my instructor?” Gene responded.

 

“When you signed up to play with Titus’s violin tutor who I guess is pretty good.”

 

“He impresses me. He’s done some solo work around the country and he certainly knows his Beethoven. And to answer your question we’re having a rehearsal this afternoon, and if we think we need it, another one in the morning.”

 

“Very good. I am proud of you,” Austin said with embellished pomposity accompanied by a wide grin. He then made an exaggerated search of the room with his eyes. “Where is that cookie you promised me?”

 

Gene reached into his briefcase and pulled out a cookie wrapped in a paper napkin. He handed it to his pupil.

 

“Ohhh, chocolate chip. Just what the doctor ordered,” Austin cooed. He took a big bite of the cookie and then asked Gene what they were going to be working on for the next half-hour.

 

“Some things for you to think about and work on for your Mozart Concerto. I will be talking to Josh this afternoon with an update on what we’ve been working on. I will also email him the outlines of our lessons, including the short one we’re going to have now unless we keep talking and run out of time.”

 

“Let’s go for it.” For the next half hour, Austin sat on the piano bench next to a master musician, learning perspectives that only a true master musician could convey.

 

Gene finished with Austin less than a minute before Gary knocked on the door. “Come in, Gary, we just finished,” Austin called out.

 

Austin rose from the piano bench and gave his friend a hug. “You guys have fun,” he told Gary and Gene.

 

“I know Mr. Gene is going to give me a lot of stuff to work on. He’s taught me so much stuff I can’t believe it. I’m going to miss working with him,” Gary said. Gary had taken to calling Gene, Mister Gene, since Grandpa didn’t work for him. It was formal without being too formal and since Mr. Gene didn’t object, Gary correctly surmised he was okay with it.

 

“You’ll be coming up to Seattle for the festival and we’ll be doing our Zoom lessons online, so you’ll do fine.”

 

“And you’re still going to come down and see me once a month starting in September, right?”

 

“I’ll be down each month we find a day that works for both of us.” Gene found Gary to be a font of promising talent who was ready to be taken up to new levels of accomplishment.

 

After Gene finished his lesson with Gary, he went to the staff lounge and grabbed a sandwich and coffee. He would be meeting with John Irish at two-thirty to rehearse for their evening performance. Gene thought John was a talented violinist but because of the limited amount of time they had to rehearse, their performance would be rough. He had told John that learning how to rehearse for a last-minute performance would be beneficial for him but making it to the Saturday finals would be a longshot. John said he understood and planned to have fun “fiddling around” as he put it.

 

Austin left the practice room to Gene and Gary and scurried off to lunch where he grabbed a roast beef sandwich and fries in the serving line. After grabbing a drink, he found Titus eating dessert by himself.

 

“I thought you would be eating with Ned,” Austin said as he sat next to his friend who took a bite of his chocolate cake.

 

“I did eat with him. But he skipped dessert because he had a last-minute meeting with his flute teacher. He said it was only supposed to last fifteen minutes or so and that he would meet us in Practice Room 3 like we planned,” Titus said.

 

“Did Ned say what the meeting was about?”

 

“I asked him, and he said he had no clue. He figured Miss Davis forgot to tell him something yesterday.”

 

Austin ate his lunch and chatted with Titus until just before two o’clock. They then bused their trays and headed to the Administration Building and Practice Room 3. Practice Room 3 was one of the smaller rooms without a piano, but they weren’t going there to rehearse. They were simply using the room as a staging area before heading for the sound room to give Jordan some head.

 

Ned was seated in the room when Austin and Titus entered. “It looks like Miss Davis told you the truth about having a short meeting,” Austin said.

 

“She gave me a score book with a lot of good practice pieces and a website to help me with my composing and transcribing. We got so into fingering yesterday she forgot to give me the information since she was in a hurry. Her forgetting stuff isn’t new, she’s a really forgetful person,” Ned chuckled. “But, she’s a really good teacher so what can I say?”

 

“You can say let’s go see Jordy boy,” Gary said as he walked into the room. “Does everybody have the plan down?”

 

“Jordy boy?” Titus asked. “I dare you to call him that.”

 

“You’re on.”

 

“The plan is simple,” Austin said. “Jordan will be naked. Ned will get naked and give him a blow job. The rest of us will be Ned’s support and will jerk off while he does his thing on a humongous American cock. We can get naked or not get naked depending on how we feel and how things go.”

 

“I bet this won’t last long,” Gary said. “Jordy boy is going to be so horny when we walk in he might just blow his wad before Ned’s lips even touch his big cock.”

 

“No way. I want all his stuff shooting into my mouth. I skipped dessert to leave room for that big treat.”

 

“I thought you skipped dessert because of your meeting,” Titus reminded Ned.

 

“That was part of it,” Ned giggled. “How about we go do our thing, eh?”

 

Nobody needed to be asked twice and the boys headed for the next floor up and the Media Room Sound Booth.

 

<Jordan>

 

As predicted, Jordan was naked as he waited patiently for the four Tween Master Musicians as he liked to think of them. They had told him they would arrive ten to twenty minutes later than their original plan. He didn’t care because getting the sweet lips of whatever boy or boys were going to suck his cock made any wait worthwhile. He hoped it would be Ned. He thought the long-haired blond was the sexiest of the four, and the tween’s aborted attempt at giving him a blow job a few days ago made him want the blond’s lips around his cock in the worst way.

 

Jordan’s cock was hard, throbbing, and leaking copious amounts of precum. It could be worse, Jordan thought. If I hadn’t jerked off into my shorts this morning, I’d probably blow my wad just seeing those dudes in the nude.

 

His thoughts were interrupted by the door buzzer sounding. It was then that he realized a weak link in the plan; he should have waited to undress until after opening the door and letting the boys into the room. The door was soundproof, but there was an intercom for contacting whoever was outside. If it was somebody other than the Tween Musicians, he would have to scramble to get dressed. Since he wasn’t expecting anybody else, he figured he was safe. Jordan pushed the intercom button and asked who was at the door.

 

“It’s your favorite Master Musicians,” Austin responded.

 

Jordan opened the door and the four boys entered. They were pleased that their prediction that Jordan would be naked was correct. Jordan didn’t expect any of the four to be naked, of course, but had to stifle a moan when he saw Gary’s three-and-a-quarter inch erection poking out of his open zipper.

 

“Somebody looks ready,” Jordan grinned as he pointed to Gary’s erection.

 

“Ned’s the ready one,” Gary said. “He wants to drink you dry, Jordy boy.”

 

“Jordy boy?”

 

“Ned thinks it makes you sound sexy?”

 

“I do?” Ned squawked.

 

“So, Ned the flute player is going to play my big flute is he? That means he must think I am sexy,” Jordan said. Ned nodded and then pulled off his t-shirt. “And what are the rest of you going to do while Ned makes music?”

 

Gary, Austin, and Titus sat on three of the chairs Jordan had lined up in front of the one he had set up for himself. By the time the trio was seated, Ned had stepped out of his shorts and was clad only in a pair gray briefs with black trim, the front bulging from the pressure of Ned’s three-and-a-quarter inch tween hardon. Ned took care of that problem by removing his briefs, leaving him naked except for his socks which were quickly gone.

 

The other three boys were so enthralled by Ned stripping naked that they forgot Jordan had asked them a question. They thought the four of them had agreed not to strip naked and limit their exhibitionism to pulling out their cocks. And yet, right there in front of them, was Ned, who not long ago had run away from giving Jordan a blow job because he was afraid doing so would be the wrong thing.

 

“Hey, boys, you didn’t answer my question? What are you going to do while Ned’s playing his solo?” Jordan asked.

 

Austin answered by pulling out his three-and-half inches and stroking it. Gary wrapped his fingers around his erection and mimicked Austin’s actions. Titus did nothing but stare at Ned as his friend kneeled on the floor in front of Jordan and started licking the glans of the teen’s cock. As soon as Ned started in, Titus opened his pants and took out his own cocklet and lazily stroked himself. This time he was the one who was wondering if this entire affair was a mistake and worried that somebody would punch in the code to the sound room door and catch them in the act. And yet, he was hard despite his uncertainties.

 

After licking the length of Jordan’s cock a few times, Ned placed his lips around the teen cock and took in half its length. Except for heavy breathing, grunts, and moans, the room was silent. Ned was sucking the cock he had been fantasizing about, Gary started masturbating Austin as well as himself, who reached over and did the same to Titus.

 

Jordan was totally turned on. He knew that if he hadn’t jerked off in the morning, he would have cum the second Ned’s tongue had touched his cock. He was surprised by how skillful Ned was with his little mouth—the only thing he wasn’t doing was deep throating, something Jordan didn’t expect him to do. Ned was enjoying the taste of Jordan’s copious flow of precum as well as the way Jordan was filling his mouth.

 

Gary let go of Austin’s cock, rose from his chair, knelt between Austin’s legs, and started sucking his friend’s cock as he continued jerking himself off. Austin kept up his ministrations of Titus’s little nail.

 

The five boys were young and horny and were destined to cum quickly. Austin, who had been extra horny since his tryst with William a couple of hours before, was the first to cum, pumping four squirts of his sweet, clear cum into Gary’s mouth. Austin’s high-pitched moans of pleasure set Jordan off and he filled Ned’s mouth full of his thick, teen cum. Gary released Austin, shuffled over to Ned and started sucking Ned’s cocklet. Austin decided to join the crowd and quickly had all of Titus’s cock in his mouth.

 

Ned came next and Titus followed instantly. Gary rose from the floor when Jordan signaled him to stand in front of him. Jordan pulled Gary’s shorts and boxer briefs down to the floor and then sucked Gary to a quick orgasm. Everybody was now satisfied. The entire affair from Ned licking Jordan’s cock to Gary’s orgasm took less than five minutes.

 

“I guess that’s what you call instant sex,” Jordan said as the boys recovered from the intense mini orgy.

 

“It was fun,” Ned admitted. “Thanks for letting me suck you,” he told Jordan.

 

“You could have done that a few days ago,” Jordan said. “But, I gotta say, you Canadians seem to know what you’re doing.”

 

“It was better doing it when my friends were with me and watching.” Ned picked his briefs off the floor and started dressing. The others stuffed their little cocks back into their pants. Jordan remained naked and watched everyone dress and zip up.

 

“Thanks for helping us during camp,” Austin told Jordan.

 

“Hey, it was my job, but you guys are really special. I’d do anything for you, and I love the way you show your gratitude. Maybe we can all have some more fun at the Festival,” Jordan said.

 

“You never know,” Gary said. The boys waved and left the sound room. As soon as the door closed, Jordan grabbed his clothes and dressed.

 

<Young Master Musicians>

 

“Let’s see, Austin, Ned, and Gary play tonight. Do you guys have enough energy left to soar?” William asked. “The competition tonight is fucking good.” The other four members of the quartet had just finished telling William how their rendezvous with Jordan had played out.

 

“We know how good it is, but we’re pretty good too,” Gary said. “We’re not going to let afternoon cums keep us from kick ass performances tonight.”

 

Austin looked directly at William and said, “I happen to know somebody else who is performing tonight who had an afternoon cum.”

 

“Oh?” came a simultaneous response from Gary, Titus, and Ned. “Do tell?” Ned then asked.

 

“It was just a blow job,” William confessed.

 

“That’s the same with us. We got our dicks sucked, but all at the same time, which makes it seem even wilder.”

 

“I hope Jordan enjoyed his Canadian blow job.”

 

“I’m sure he did,” Austin said. “Oh, and William, don’t you owe me something before dinner?”

 

“I wasn’t thinking straight. I mean, we’re both performing tonight and we’ve both shot a lot of karmic energy out of our cocks.” William waited for Austin to squawk in protest.

 

Instead, his boyfriend planted a kiss on his lips. “That just means you now owe me double.”

 

“What are you guys talking about?” Gary asked. “What does money have to do with cumming?”

 

“Oh, we’re not talking about owing money,” William responded.

 

“Nope, we’re talking about owing fucks,” Austin smirked.

 

“Makes sense, I guess,” Gary shrugged. “I wish I had a boyfriend I could make sex bets with.” If we can find that sixth Young Master Musician member, maybe he might be the one I want, Gary thought. The problem was he didn’t think the chances of finding a sixth member were very good. And even if they didn’t find that sixth member, Gary had no idea how to become boyfriends with somebody he knew, let alone with somebody he hadn’t even met yet.

 

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