Piano Forte

 

 

<Austin and William>

 

William and Austin hopped into the shower as soon as Gary finished his. They woke up to Austin’s alarm and headed into the bathroom to pee and be ready for their own shower. They didn’t have to wait long; as soon as Gary found out they were waiting he quickly finished washing his hair and rinsed off.

 

“Okay, guys, you have fun,” Gary smirked as he stepped out.

 

“No time for fun,” William responded. “We gotta get to breakfast and then to workshops.”

 

“Plus, I have a tutoring session with Michael,” Austin added.

 

“And we have the media room reserved for practice.”

 

“And we have to eat.”

 

“Plus, there is the badminton tournament.”

 

“And swimming.”

 

“Holy crap, when did you guys start finishing each other’s thoughts?” Gary chuckled. “Maybe you should quit talking and shower. See you guys later.” Austin closed the shower door as Gary disappeared into his room.

 

“Are you gonna do it with him tonight?” William asked as he washed Austin’s back and ass.

 

“If you mean will I mess around with him with the rest of the Quartet, then my answer is yes. If you mean am I gonna let him fuck me, then the answer is no.”

 

“But…”

 

“Let me finish. But first, it’s time for me to wash your back. And thanks for not fingering my asshole or we’d never get out of this shower.”

“I don’t want to do it in front of Ned and Titus. I mean, they are awesome friends, but I don’t want to lose my cherry in front of them.”

 

“Your hand feels nice there,” William purred as Austin washed his crack. “So, what you mean is, no witnesses.”

 

“Unless you want to watch?”

 

“I told you last night I didn’t want to watch you do it.”

 

“You can always change your mind,” Austin told him.

 

“I guess that means you plan on doing it with Gary.”

“I told you I did, and I wasn’t lying. And you can watch or not watch, but either way I’m sleeping with him that night, which I’m hoping will be Friday.

 

“So soon?”

 

“Don’t forget, next week is the last week of camp. The quicker I do it the quicker somebody really special gets to be the first to make love to me.”

 

William felt a surge of warmth go through him knowing he was the person Austin was talking about. “If you’re in such a hurry, why not do it tomorrow?”

 

“Because I am sleeping with somebody in the Quartet tonight and then I’ll be sleeping with Gary. I want to sleep with that…We’re done washing each other. Let’s get rinsed and outta here.”

 

Austin ducked quickly under the shower spray—William followed and then shut off the shower. “I was saying I want to sleep with that really special guy. Oh, one more thing,” Austin said as they dried themselves. “If you watch, then you gotta jerk off and cum on us.”

 

“Are you sure you’re just twelve?” William snickered.

 

“Why?”

 

“Because you’ve got such a dirty, dirty, dirty mind.”

 

“And you know you love it.”

 

“Yep,” William agreed as they walked into the room. “And I love all the rest of you, too.”

 

The little redhead stood on his toes and planted a quick kiss on William’s lips, which quickly morphed into a long, drawn out kiss. “Fuck,” William gasped as he finally pulled his tongue out of Austin’s mouth. “We gotta get dressed and go or we’ll miss breakfast.”

 

“Your cock says you don’t want breakfast,” Austin giggled.

 

“Maybe, but right now my stomach is overruling my cock.”

 

“I guess we better get dressed then.”

 

The boys quickly dressed and headed to the dining hall together. “Gary needs a boyfriend,” William said as they exited the dorm and entered the courtyard.

 

“For real? You really think so?”

 

“He’s so gay it hurts, and yeah, he’s got you and the rest of the Quartet, but you’re taken.”

 

“And Ned and Titus are like a couple.”

 

“Maybe. Who knows if they’re gay? They’re two little kids who found a new toy between their legs and now they gotta play with it every chance they get. But I don’t see them wanting a boyfriend, at least for a long time, if ever.”

 

“What about Carlos?”

 

“Straight boy, no matter how much he likes messing around with guys. No, he’ll have to wait until he gets back home. I mean, I might be wrong, but it’s just what I think.”         

 

“Well, boyfriend or no boyfriend, on Thursday night, I’m gonna ask him to fuck me,” Austin stated.

 

“But you’re not gonna tell him I’m gonna watch, are you?” William asked.

 

“Not unless you tell me I can. Like I said, it’s up to you.”

 

“Do you want me there?” Austin nodded. “Well then, what the fuck, tell him there’s gonna be an audience and there’d better be a couple of towels handy for cleanup. And, before you ask, it will be just you and him sleeping together after you guys are done.”

 

“Oh, cool, French Toast today,” Austin gushed as they got into the buffet line. “That rocks since I French kissed already this morning,” he giggled.

 

<Ned>

 

It was eleven o’clock and Ned’s morning workshops were finished. He was sitting in Practice Room D, one of the smaller practice rooms with no piano. This was his last practice before his recital that evening. He was going to play four short works: Galway Bay, by Frank Fahy, The British Grenadiers, The Cuckoo Bird, and his own transcription of Pa-Pa-Pa-Papagena from Mozart’s “The Magic Flute”. They were all works for solo flute with no accompaniment.   

 

He wished he could tape his hand-made “Nudist at work” sign on the door, but his flute teacher told him she would meet with him at eleven-thirty. He had hoped to get a practice room that afternoon, but they were all reserved. So, it would be Plan C, which was to practice naked in his room after badminton.

 

<Austin and William>

 

Austin and William were pleased to have the media room for their practice. It was a roomy location with a full-size concert grand and marvelous acoustics. Jordan Davis, the high school student who oversaw the room, was even more pleased to be able to watch Austin and William practice. Not only were they good, they were sexy—William in a growing teen sense and Austin exuded an exotic cuteness that turned Jordan on. He thought the little red-haired boy was the cutest boy in camp.

 

Michael Kerns was waiting when William and Austin entered the room. A graduate student at the University of Washington, Michael was Austin’s tutor. Michael knew that Eugene Delacroix would take over the tutoring on Friday, but he was assigned to do it today by Dr. Boardman. Cole Davis would be helping from the guitar side the next day. Considering who would be following him, Michael felt inadequate as far as instruction went. He saw his role as organizing William and Austin to get them off to a quick start. They had less than a week to prepare a difficult piece of music.

 

Michael sat next to Austin on the piano bench to turn the scorebook pages and make suggestions about working with William. The fact that Austin had gained a great deal of experience as the pianist for Christian and Benny would make working with Austin’s accompaniment much easier because he wouldn’t be doing it from scratch. Michael was surprised that sitting next to Austin had made him rock hard, especially since he considered himself to be straight. But, the little phenom was just so terribly cute, plus the fact that he and William were boyfriends added to the erotic aura about him.

 

After a slow start, William asked Michael if he and Austin could strip down to their underpants. He knew Jordan wouldn’t mind and thought that since Michael was in his early twenties, he would be okay with it too. “Austin and I both practice better without clothes. It frees up our minds.” William would have loved to take everything off; if only Jordan had been there he would have asked Austin put up his “Nudist at work” sign.

 

“Whatever floats your boat,” Michael said as his seven-inch cock quivered. He felt like he was on the verge of having a spontaneous orgasm. Jordan was sitting in a leather chair behind the window in the electronics room. He opened his shorts and pulled out his six inches knowing his action couldn’t be seen from the music room.

 

Austin was happy to get free of his clothes, but he was also a bit nervous about stripping down in front of the older teen and his tutor. He didn’t let his nerves stop him however and he and William were stripped down to their socks and underpants (white briefs for Austin and blue boxers with black trim for William) in less than a minute. Michael was a little worried about one of the camp teachers coming in, but the chances were slim since they rarely interrupted a practice without a prior appointment. Jordan didn’t care and wished the two could have taken everything off.

 

While Michael didn’t help Austin and William with the music, he did help them with organizing their practice so they could make the best use out of the time they had. He belonged to a chamber music group, had played duets, and worked as an accompanist for various artists. For Michael, the key to success was both musicians knowing the music before starting their rehearsals. Since Austin and William had seen the music for the first time the day before, he was amazed by how much Austin and William had accomplished in a short time. They were truly a talented pair of boys. What Michael didn’t know was how much both of them had been able to absorb sitting in their room watching the You Tube video of their transcription of Boccherini’s “Fandango”.

 

Jordan had seen a number of campers rehearse in the media room. Most were very talented and hardworking. The rest were above average but dedicated to improving. He had seen none with the talent and commitment of William and Austin, not to mention their half-naked sexiness.

 

When their reservation time ended, Michael thanked his charges for doing a great job. “You guys look really organized. You should be ready for Maestro Delacroix on Friday. Oh, and feel free to get down to your underpants as soon as you come in.”

 

Or down to even less, Jordan thought. When the two underwear-clad boys stood up, it was the sight that took him over the edge, triggering him to shoot his teen wad into his underpants. Even with the distractions, he had created a video of the practice session using three of the media room’s cameras. He would make three copies: One for Austin, one for William, and one for himself.

 

<Gary>

 

Gary was enjoying lunch with Denny Sherman, one of Ned’s suitemates. Denny was thirteen and played the violin and was starting work on the viola. He had already played two recitals and while he had played extremely well, he did not quality for the finals either time. One of the musicians to finish ahead of him on his first program was Ned’s sister Shannon. That had thoroughly pissed him off. Ned had told him more than once about how his sister was an evil witch. Once Denny got to know her, he revised that to evil bitch. Denny had to concede that the others who beat him out were simply better than he was. Austin had been one of those on Monday and Denny had no problem telling everyone he had been beat out by one of the best musicians in camp.

 

“I hear your Quartet group is overnighting together tonight,” Denny said as he picked up his cheeseburger.  

 

“Yeah. Me not having a roommate makes it easy to do,” Gary responded.

 

“And I bet everybody, but Ned, has lost his virginity by now.”

 

“Nope, we’re all pure,” Gary grinned. “Although I gotta say Ned’s come a long way as far as sex goes. And from what I’ve seen, so has his music. He could be a Saturday player after tonight’s performance.”

 

“You’re right. I was kind of unfair to Ned. I remember the first couple of days of camp he wouldn’t get naked for a shower until he was in the shower. Now it’s hard to get him to put clothes on,” Denny laughed. “Truth be told, I’m surprised John hasn’t reamed him yet. Ned says he has become pretty good at sucking John’s cock, but he’s said no to getting fucked.”

 

“He likes sucking anybody’s cock. I’m gonna make sure he gets mine in his mouth tonight. John’s been a good teacher when it comes to cock sucking.”

 

“Well, he is a flute player, so playing the skin flute shouldn’t be a problem.”

 

Gary shook his head. “Think about it, Denny. Here’s a guy who never even jerked off when he got to camp, and now he’s an expert on the skin flute. Talk about getting a music education.”

 

Denny dug into his chocolate pudding, thinking about how he wanted to phrase his next question. He decided that instead of asking Gary a question, he would make a simple statement. “We’ve got a week and a half of camp left. If you have an interest in losing your virginity, feel free to ask me for help,” he leered.

 

“At the moment, I’m not interested,” Gary responded.

 

“If you change your mind, let me know.”

 

Just as Denny finished his last spoonful of pudding, Austin and William set their trays on the table and sat in the two empty chairs. “Hi, Gary,” Austin said. “And you’re Denny, right?”

 

“That’s me,” Denny grinned.

 

“I couldn’t remember if you were Denny or George.” George was Denny’s fourteen-year-old roommate.

 

“It was good seeing you again,” Denny said, “but I gotta go to my room and get my viola. I have supervised practice at one. Unfortunately, the Shannon bitch will be there, too.”

 

Gary stood up to leave as well. Austin stopped his friend, saying, “Friday night, your room.” Gary grinned and nodded, indicating that he understood perfectly.

 

Gary caught up to Denny, who was busing his tray. “I’ve thought about what you just told me.”

 

“What about it?”

 

“You and me have to talk as soon as we can.”

 

<Austin>

 

Austin posted his CAUTION: NUDIST AT WORK sign on the door of Practice Room 3 and then got naked. He had the room reserved for an hour and divided his time into four unequal parts—warmup, work on “Fandango”, work on Granados, and work on the third movement of Beethoven’s “Moonlight” Sonata.

 

He now understood the warning given on the first day of camp about taking on more than you can handle. He wished he hadn’t taken on the Beethoven. But, when he had decided to play it in one of the programs, he hadn’t planned on accompanying Ned, qualifying for the Saturday recitals, or playing a duet with William. At that time he hadn’t even planned on talking with William, let along performing with him. Austin decided he would do his best with Beethoven but conceded it wouldn’t be good enough to qualify him for another Saturday performance. He had taken it on as a kind of dare, after all, even though it was probably too difficult for him. I could probably handle the first movement, he thought, but the third movement was something I’m just not ready for. But he was happy with the Granados “Dance Oriental” and what he did with the “Fandango”. He knew he had the Granados down because he could play it in his head as he fell asleep.

 

When his hour was up, Austin dressed, took down his sign and went to Practice Room 6 where Christian was setting up his cello. For the next hour, Austin would be reviewing the Mozart trio with Christian and Benny. He would be performing the Mozart on Saturday along with the Granados. This would be their only rehearsal for that performance. As much as he would have liked to get naked with the two older boys, Kelly LaRoche, one of the string tutors, would be working with them. Austin giggled to himself thinking of how Christian and Benny might want to be naked while working with the female college student.

 

None of the three trio members was happy with how their rehearsal went. Kelly wasn’t impressed either, telling them they had sounded much more together on Monday. “We have to get together one more time,” Christian said. “Too bad somebody doesn’t have an electric piano; we could use any of the practice rooms then.”

 

“William has one,” Austin said, “but it broke just before camp started.”

 

“Broke how?”

 

“Broke in that it won’t play anything. It turns on but if you press a key nothing happens.”

 

“Why doesn’t he get it fixed?”

 

“I don’t know. I guess because he doesn’t need it.”

 

“Well, he needs it now because we need it now,” Benny groused.

 

“You be sure to tell him. I’ll reserve a room for early morning on Friday,” Austin said.

 

“Early as in before breakfast?” Christian squawked. “That’s not acceptable.”

 

“Then I guess we don’t need another rehearsal as bad as you thought,” Austin told him as he started out of the room.

 

“You’ve been around William too much!” Christian yelled after him. He saw the look of disbelief Benny was giving him. “Well, he was a totally sweet kid when I met him. He sure wouldn’t have said something like what he just said then.”

 

“Maybe because he didn’t need to,” Benny said. “What he said was one hundred percent right.”

 

“Fuck, now I’ve got both of you on my ass. Okay, okay, I’ll sign us up for early Friday morning since Austin’s probably already left the building.”

 

<William and John>

 

William and John were changing into their swim shorts after winning their badminton set 11-4 and 11-6. They defeated Vince Eggers, a thirteen-year-old oboe and bassoon player and his partner, Hans Mertz, who was also thirteen. Hans played the clarinet. They weren’t a very athletic pair, but they played hard and had fun. Even though they got clobbered, they liked that William and John didn’t rub it in. They were out for fun more than winning, although everyone agreed that winning was more fun than losing.

 

Vince and Hans changed for swimming as well. The four boys took quick cold showers as required before entering the pool and they went out into the warm sun for some relaxation. The pool was full of frolicking boys and girls who kept the lifeguards busy maintaining order. After bumping into too many bodies, William and John sat on the edge of the pool surveying the chaos.

 

“They need to organize the swimming better,” William observed.

 

“Well, you are supposed to sign up for a time to keep the crowding down,” John pointed out.

 

“I know you and I didn’t do that.” William saw Vince go by. “Hey, Vince, did you sign up for pool time?” he asked.

 

“Nope. I just came on in. Nobody asked me whether I signed in or not.”

 

“So, we’ve got three lifeguards running around banging their heads together and none of them can check if kids coming into the pool signed up?” John asked incredulously. “It was like this yesterday, too.”

 

“Did you complain?” William asked.

 

“No, and I should have because I was signed up.”

 

“Hey, look who’s coming in—two guys disguised as Austin and Ned. Knowing those two, I bet they are signed up.”

 

“Hi, roomie,” Ned said as he walked up to John and stood behind him. “It’s crowded in here again.”

 

“Did you and Ned sign up for a time?” William asked.

 

“Yep, we always do. But I don’t know why we should, they haven’t checked since Saturday.”

 

“So, what’s changed?” William asked.

 

“Ginger hasn’t been working since Saturday, and she always checked the names,” Austin pointed out.

 

“Wow, talk about the jungle telegraph, people sure found out in a hurry that nobody was checking,” John observed.

 

“Like you and me,” William chuckled. “Hey, Austin, since you and Ned signed up, how about you two doing the complaining.”

 

“What good would it do? Mr. Bowen isn’t blind—he has to see what’s going on,” Austin replied.

 

“Remember what they say about the squeaky wheel,” William reminded him.

 

Just then Christian came up to them. “What’s with the big crowd in the pool? I mean it’s always going to be kinda crowded, but everybody here can’t be signed up for this time.”

 

“They’re not,” Austin said, choosing to say nothing about William and John neglecting to sign up.

 

Christian was already in a bad mood and the overcrowded pool wasn’t helping. “Then let’s go find Mr. Bowen and tell him this is fucked!”

 

“Ned and I will join you.”

 

Austin’s offer calmed Christian down. “Well, thanks, Austin. I appreciate that.”  

 

Austin looked over at William, “Squeaky wheel is ready to squeak,” he grinned as he and Ned followed Christian in search of Mr. Bowen.

 

<The Master Quartet with John and William>

 

“Let me tell you, Christian doesn’t mess around,” Austin said as he recounted Christian and him playing squeaky wheels while the group at the table tackled dinner. “When he goes after something, he goes after it.”

 

“Where was Bowen at?” John asked.

 

“In his office working on the tournaments. He asked what we wanted, and Christian went right into the pool schedule. The thing about Christian is he never yells or anything like that, but the way he says things just says you’d better listen to me.”

 

“I learned that the first day of camp when he brought you to our room,” William chuckled. “He’s a really nice guy, but you better not fuck with him.”

 

“Anyway, it turns out that Ginger asked to have the three days off she missed and Mr. Bowen gave the schedule to one of the lifeguards, who decided to be Mr. Nice Guy and let everyone into the pool who wanted in. Only Mr. Bowen, who’s new to all this, didn’t know we were overcrowded.”

 

“How could he not know unless he’s blind?” John asked.

 

“Well, since everybody never went into the pool at once, he thought there a was a lot of kids, but there were three lifeguards on duty and so it probably wasn’t overcrowded.”

 

“All he had to do was go into the water…well, never mind. Is he going to fix it?”

 

“Yep. Ginger will be back tomorrow, and she will be checking everybody in and keep the waiting list. Plus, the lifeguard who messed up…”

 

“…you can say fucked up, Austin,” William said. “Nobody will be offended.”

 

“Except for me,” Ned giggled.

 

“Whatever,” Austin complained in a friendly manner and then went on. “Anyway, the lifeguard who—F-U-C-K-E-D up…

 

“Oh, my sensitive ears,” Ned whined.

 

“…got suspended for three days.”

 

“Hey, it’s good to know Ned can spell,” John said. “Along with learning to be an expert on the skin flute, he’s learning about x-rated words. Who says you don’t learn things at music camp?”

 

The Quartet then discussed who was going to do what to whom in Gary’s room later in the evening. The discussion got John and William horny and they talked about the fun they would be having in John’s room.

 

“Are you going to finally bottom for somebody?” John asked. “I mean, you’ve got a boyfriend now and he might just want to trade off top and bottom.”

 

“We haven’t even done anything,” Austin reminded John.

 

“Time’s a wasting. Better get it while it’s hot.”

 

“Just make sure your ass is well lubed because I’m gonna hammer it like nobody ever has before.”

 

“Whoa, I hope that’s a promise.” John looked over at the boys in the Quartet. “And somebody in your group needs to get daring. Blow jobs are not the ultimate pleasure.”

 

“Says who?” Ned asked.

 

“Says them,” Austin replied. “But you can ask me again after Friday night.” Austin looked directly at Gary when he said it.

 

“Does that mean what I think it means” Gary smirked.

 

“We’ll talk about it more tonight. Big teenagers have big ears.”

 

“Like we haven’t been listening to you two,” John said.

 

“We’re just going to talk about the gory details we don’t want to bore you with.”

 

“And of course, you need to watch out for Ned’s sensitive ears, too,” William said.

 

“Fuck…fuck…fuck…fuck…fuck…fuck…fuck…,” Ned muttered under his breath.

 

“You see how it works, Austin?” William asked. “You teach an innocent kid how to jerk off and look what happens to him.”

 

“I’m just letting Gary and Austin know they can talk about ALL the gory details when I’m around,” Ned said. “Now, let’s go sit outside and watch the boys go by until we go to the recital.”

 

“Did he just say what I thought he said?” John asked. “Did my roomie ask about watching the boys go by?” 

 

“Fuck…fuck…fuck…fuck…fuck…fuck…fuck,” Ned muttered again as they broke out into hysterical laughter, getting them looks from all around the dining hall. They picked up their trays, bused them, and laughed all the way out to the courtyard.

 

<Performance Time>

 

 Austin sat with Titus, Gary, and Denny Sherman in the fourth row of the auditorium. William was sitting with Christian and Alejandro on the second level. Austin knew two of the campers performing: John and Ned.

 

John was performing a work by Paganini for violin and guitar. His partner was Wyatt Spencer, a fourteen-year-old, who, over the past week, had become a masturbation partner as well as a music partner for John. One of the things John was determined to teach the guitarist was that two boys could do more than mutual masturbation when messing around with each other.

 

Something John learned during their masturbation session before lunch that day was that Wyatt had a crush on Ned and wondered if Ned “played.” John, who felt protective of his young roommate, said he would see if Ned was interested in doing anything. John knew that Wyatt had three brothers, two of them younger, and had enjoyed mutual masturbation with all of them, including the youngest, who was only nine. John intended on following through on his promise, hoping that might lead to a three-way. Another reason he wanted to show Wyatt more about sex was so that Wyatt would have something new to show his brothers.

 

The other performer Austin knew was Ned. Ned would be playing his flute solos. John and Wyatt drew the last performance time before intermission and Ned had the second one after intermission.

 

John and Wyatt put on a good performance. At the intermission, William told Austin and Gary that as much as he liked John and hated Cindy, he had to admit that Cindy’s piano performance was better than John and Wyatt’s performance. Austin had to agree.

 

The biggest hit after intermission was Ned on the flute. Its solid tranquility had the audience enthralled; much like Austin’s performance of Granados had done the day before. To no one’s surprise, Cindy and Ned would be playing on Saturday.

 

“That means you and I will be sort of playing against each other on Saturday,” Austin told Ned when Ned joined his Quartet friends.

 

“If you give me two blow jobs tonight, I might have a bad night on Saturday.”

 

“Damn, Ned, it’s almost like aliens have taken you over since you came to camp,” Gary observed.

 

“I’m just trying to be a good friend,” Ned responded innocently.

 

John and Wyatt came by to offer their congratulations. “I’m proud of you roomie,” John grinned as he gave Ned a hug.

 

“You played great,” Wyatt added. “I sure would like to talk to you in the next couple of days about something.”

 

“What?” Ned asked

 

“John will tell you tonight, right John?”

 

“It will be tomorrow night since he’s sleeping somewhere else tonight,” John leered.

 

“Oh, and where would that be?” Wyatt asked a bit too eagerly.

 

The gaiety of the evening ended when Ned’s sister Shannon walked up holding hands with Gary’s brother, Steve. “I thought I told you not to hang around with older boys,” Shannon barked, ignoring the fact that her little brother had just performed brilliantly. “And I don’t care what Mr. Shepherd says, you shouldn’t be around HIM…,” she pointed to Austin, “…EVER!”

 

One of the many things Ned was learning at camp was how to be more assertive with his bitch sister. “John is my roommate, Wyatt is his best friend, and Austin is my best friend, so butt out.”

 

“I thought you had better taste in girls,” Gary told his brother who was looking on helplessly.

 

Steve shrugged and suggested to Shannon that they move on. When Steve made the first move, Shannon hesitated and glared at her little brother. Steve stopped to listen. “Since it looks like you managed to find a way to play on Saturday,” Shannon scowled, “Mom and Dad will probably be here and they are NOT going to like what I am going to tell them.”

 

“Go fuck yourself, Shannon,” Ned responded with remarkable calm. The multiple intake of breath was almost palpable.

 

“You are in so much trouble, Ned Walsh,” Shannon spit. “Come on Steve, let’s go where there’s people who aren’t immature and know how to behave.” She walked past Steve in a huff. Steve looked at Gary, shrugged once more, and followed Shannon.

 

“Methinks the boy is totally pussy whipped,” John laughed. “Being gay is so much easier than what your brother is going through, Gary.”

 

“I no longer claim him as my brother,” Gary announced. “I thought you said your sister was a lesbo,” Gary said to Ned.

 

“That’s what I thought. I don’t know what that was about,” Ned said.

 

“She probably grabbed him to make it look like she has a boyfriend in case your parents ask,” William speculated. He considered himself an expert on finding ways to hide being gay.

 

“What I do know, I want to get a late snack before the Quartet meets in Gary’s room,” Ned said with a wide smile. More and more he was feeling free of his sister’s onerous presence.

 

“Sounds like a plan,” Titus finally chimed in. The gathering broke up as the boys headed to the dining hall for snacks.

 

<The Master Quartet>

 

The Master Quartet members speculated on who would be naked first as they walked from the dining hall to the dormitory after scarfing their snacks. The winner was Austin who already had his shirt off when they got to the fourth floor. Since he was walking behind his friends, they didn’t notice until too late. By the time Gary opened the door to his room, Austin was down to his socks, shoes and underpants.

 

“Damn, Austin is READY for fun,” Gary giggled as Austin was naked before anyone else had his pants off.

 

While eating their snacks, the boys speculated on which of them would have a boner. When all of them except Titus confessed to being hard, that settled the issue. Titus was boned up when he got naked, meaning all four were ready for fun.

 

The four sat on Brian’s old bed, each slowly jerking himself off as they finalized who would be doing what. Austin had stripped his bed earlier in the day and made up the bed with his sheets and blankets.

 

They had made up their minds at least three times since they started dinner, but a new idea kept looking better in their young minds.

 

As they suspected would happen, their evening’s choreography fell by the wayside and they ended up doing whatever their hormone stimulated brains decided. That included mutual masturbation, humping, sucking, fingering assholes, and Gary rimming Titus, which led to the first orgasm of the evening when Titus shook with ecstasy from the new feelings he was discovering.

 

“I can’t believe Gary licked Titus’s ass,” Ned said.

 

“Believe it,” Gary grinned as he retained his reputation as the most sexually adventurous boy in the Quartet.

 

“Well, at least you just put your tongue in his butt and not your dick,” Austin pointed out.

 

“I didn’t put my tongue in his asshole, I just licked it. But, maybe next time…”

 

“Is somebody going to fuck somebody?” Ned asked.

 

“Well, since you fell in love with the word fuck today, maybe you know the answer to that,” Austin giggled.

 

“It won’t be me.”

 

“Or me,” Titus added.

 

“So, what about you two?”

 

“Austin, what do you think?” Gary asked. Gary knew Austin was eager to try anal sex and thought it might be time for his friend to lay his sexual cards on the table.

 

Austin answered with a question. “What are you doing Friday night after snacks?”

 

“You mean…?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Why not tonight? I want to watch,” Ned said.

 

“You can watch some other time, but this will be our first time and we want it to be private,” Austin said. “But, if we do it again before the end of camp…well, what do you think, Gary?”

 

“I think it’s okay if they watch us, as long as we can watch them do it,” Gary replied.

 

“But we don’t want to do it,” Titus reminded Gary.

 

“What if I want to do it?” Ned asked.

 

“Then you watch them and when they’re done, do it with one of them.”

 

“But I want you to be my first.”

 

“You do?”

 

“I like you a lot, Titus.”

 

Titus thought things over for a few seconds and said, “I’ll think about it.”

 

Titus was the only one to enjoy an orgasm so far. The Quartet was ready for less talk and more sex.

 

<William, John, and Wyatt>

 

William and John hadn’t planned on having a three way. It just ended up happening.

 

“Dude, thanks for inviting me,” Wyatt told John. He was sitting on Ned’s bed watching William and John undress each other. “I still think we were better than Cindy.”

 

“I KNOW you guys were better than Cindy,” William said. “Even though I got to admit she was good. If she’d played like that when we did our program, we would have kept going.”

 

“She’s a bitch, but a talented one,” John said.

 

“Yeah, just don’t get on her bad side.”

 

“And Wyatt, feel free to undress,” John said as William pulled off his boxers. “Unless you want one of us to undress you.”

 

“No, I’m cool,” Wyatt said. He started taking off his clothes and was soon as naked at the other two teens.

 

“So, what do you guys want to do?” William asked.

 

“I want to do more than jerk off. I can do that with my brothers.”

 

“How old are they?”

 

“Allan is sixteen and shoots gallons when he cums, Chris is twelve and just started shooting, and Neville is nine and likes the good feelings. But all we ever do together is just sit and jerk off or jerk each other off. But, damn, John’s little roommate, Ned, does more than that, and since he’s with your roommate Austin tonight, I bet Austin does more.”

 

“That brings us back to what do you want to do?”

 

“I think giving and getting a blow job sounds nice,” Wyatt shrugged. “I know Allan has had some from girls, or that’s what he says. But I want to give him one, too. Hell, I want to give BJs to Chris and Neville.”

 

“You sound like you think you’re gay,” John said.

 

“I don’t know if I am or not. All I want to know is what blowjobs are like.”

 

And so, Wyatt learned good fellatio technique by watching John suck William. He was surprised to see John swallow William’s cum. “It’s protein and it tastes good,” John said.

 

Wyatt then lay back and let William give him his first blowjob. Giving a BJ was rare for William, but he was no novice. William’s first thought as Wyatt shot in his mouth was how much sweeter Austin’s cock and cum were and how sucking the dick of somebody you loved was so different from just sucking cock.

 

The lesson ended with Wyatt sucking off John, who had managed to keep from jerking off to an orgasm as he watched William give Wyatt his first blowjob. Wyatt proved to be a good student, and while he had to learn some of the subtleties of the blowjob, like tongue and finger use, he kept his teeth out of the way, and swallowed most of John’s emission.

 

“I think my brothers are going to like the surprise I give them after I get home,” Wyatt grinned as the boys readied for bed.

 

“We still need to talk about sixty-nines before camp is over,” John said.

 

“Fuck talking about it, I want to do it.”

 

The beds weren’t big enough for three teen boys, so Wyatt slept with John since he didn’t have any opportunity to sleep with anyone at camp. Only Chris would sleep with him at home and sleeping naked had never occurred to either one.

 

<The Master Quartet>

 

That night Master Quartet consisted of four horny tweens, who behaved like four horny tweens. There was lots of kissing and they continued their sex play with added passion. They played with each other’s cock and balls, they masturbated each other, they dry humped, sucked individually, in a sixty-nine, in a daisy chain, and ass play, but no more rimming.

 

Gary stuck two fingers up Austin’s ass as they lay on his bed. “You really want me to do it on Friday night?” Gary asked as he finger fucked Austin’s tight ass while Austin masturbated.

 

“Yep.”

 

“When are you gonna let William do you?”

 

“Saturday. And then, either that night or Sunday, I’m gonna take William’s cherry whether he likes it or not.”

 

“Oh, I think he’s going to like it,” Gary grinned.

 

“Uhhhhhhhh…uhhhhhhhhh…I think he…uhhhhhhhhhh…will too,” Austin moaned as he left a sticky wet spot on Gary’s sheet.

 

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