Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2002 20:39:00 EDT
From: Excaliber1021439@aol.com
Subject: Hot Piano Man

This story is dedicated to a talented gay piano player that I've got to
know through the internet...

Hot Piano Man

I moved to Fort Lauderdale some years ago after my first visit to this gay
paradise. New York was the greatest place on earth to live. I still miss it
a lot. But the long hard winters became a bit much for an older guy like me
and I just love the Florida climate. Just no snow and ice suits me fine.

My day job is in the publishing trade and I'm doing okay at it. Several
nights a week I get to do what I really like best: I play and sing at a
piano bar in town. My piano's in the corner and it is surrounded by high
chairs for those who want the best view of me.

I'm over fifty now but I still look good. I'm of average build of one
hundred and fifty pounds. My hair is still black with only a few flecks of
grey and I've got deep brown eyes and an infectious smile. I know how to
work a room so that the customers call in over and over again. I'm on first
name terms with most of them.

My music is pretty much straight Broadway. You know, Gershwin, Porter,
Berlin, Richard Rogers and the like. Naturally, my audience is largely made
up of guys in their thirties and forties.

There aren't many ladies who come to hear my music. The main attraction of
the venue is the bar next to mine. It is a gay stripper bar which is well
known in the town for its hot young men who get down to their briefs whilst
dancing to raunchy "Boom Boom" music. The owners think that my piano bar
gives their establishment a touch of class.

The strippers are mainly young guys working their way through college.
Strangely, not all of them are gay. Some just like turning men on with
their naked gyrating bodies and have girlfriends waiting for them at
home. All of them are young Adonises. The owners are the best payers in
town and take only the cream of the crop.

I've made love to many of them during my time at the bar. Dickie was the
first that spent the night at my apartment. He was a delightful twenty-two
year old dark haired lad with the face of a sixteen year old - you know,
smooth chin with a cheeky grin on his face and sparkling blue eyes. I had
fallen for him one night when I was off duty and had paid a visit to the
bar as a customer.

Dickie slowly stripped in front of me looking lovingly into my eyes. I felt
that he was giving me a private show even though the room was crowded with
lusting gay studs who were as horny as I was for him.

I just gasped as he got down to his briefs to show the outline of his soft
uncircumcised cock to me. It was seven inches long. And then, still looking
into my eyes, he stroked his cock from outside his briefs until it produced
the outline of a ten inch hotrod. I felt my own cock harden in my shorts
and felt a dribble of pre-cum run down my leg. I was captivated with him.

After the show was over, he joined me at the bar dressed in a T-shirt and
baggy shorts. He sat down beside me and I bought him a drink.

"Did I turn you on, Ralph?" he whispered to me.

"Are you kidding," I replied, "My cock's still stiff!"

It was technically against the law for him to touch anyone at the club but
he discretely checked it out and he smiled as his hand felt my poker still
horny for him. I couldn't resist pushing my hand up his shorts until it
felt Dickie's cock begin to swell.

"Can I stay at your place tonight," he asked me. "Me and my boyfriend have
had a tiff and I don't want to go back to him tonight."

I smiled as I realised his reason for giving me such a show. What luck, I
thought to myself. One man's misfortune is another man's pleasure.

"Only if you fuck me," I said to him with a smile.

"Of course," he whispered to me. "I always pay my rent."

That night was one I'll never forget. I hadn't made love to a guy for weeks
on end and here I was in bed with such a well endowed young guy who kissed
me and cuddled me with our swollen cocks throbbing with passion between our
hot bodies.

I was lying on my back when he signalled that he wanted his dick inside me.
I opened my bent up legs for him and he knelt between them and pulled back
his foreskin to expose his glistening helmet that was gorged with blood.

One long lunge took all of his prick into my expectant tube and I gasped
with joy at the sheer size and heat of it. Then I pulsed my rectum down on
his meat as he started fucking me like a stallion. My cock soon exploded at
the thrill of being fucked by such a young handsome man.  A minute or so
later, he lost his control and his cock throbbed inside me as he groaned
with pleasure.

He fucked me twice more that night and, before I fell asleep, I had planned
to fuck him back in the morning. But I awoke late for work and had to leave
him sleeping in my bed as I dashed off.

That evening, I found that he had gone. He must have made it up with his
boyfriend and they were probably shagging each other to death. He did come
over to my piano that night to thank me, though.

A week later another hot stripper boy came to see me as I was packing my
music away.

"Could you do me a favour Ralph?" he asked me.

"Maybe," I replied. "What's on your mind?"

"My grandma's sick and she's come over to my Mom's place so that she can be
looked after. She's taken my room and I'm sleeping on the couch.  Could I
kip down in that spare room you've got, "til she's better in a week or so?"
he asked me. "I would share the bills during my stay," he said hopefully.

His name was Jeffrey and he was of Swedish descent. How could I refuse such
a request from the blond twenty-one year old angel standing before me?

"That's okay with me, Jeff," I said. "Come over with your things tonight if
you like."

At first, I didn't see much of him round the apartment since we worked
different hours but eventually we found ourselves off duty at the same time
one evening. We chatted together in my living room after I had rustled up a
meal for both of us.

We were sitting together bare-chested in our shorts on account of the
stifling heat that challenged my air conditioner.

"Do you have a father at home?" I asked him.

"Hell no," he replied, "he was killed in the Gulf war."

I could see that he was upset at my question and I felt sorry that I had
pressed the wrong button so to speak. I couldn't help putting my arm around
him to comfort him.

"Gee I'm sorry," I whispered in his ear, "I suppose you miss him a lot."

"Yes," he replied, "he was a real kind guy. He was a lot like you."  Then
he put his arm around my neck and he kissed me on my cheek. I was quite
overcome with emotion for this young kid and his loneliness and I just
couldn't help kissing him back. I thrilled at his response - he put his
hand down my shorts and squeezed my limp cock.

"I want you to make love to me Ralph," he whispered to me. "I want your
cock inside me."

How could I resist him? Within minutes we were naked in bed together and
kissing each other passionately with our cocks standing at attention.  Then
he opened his legs for me so that my dick could find his sweet pucker.  One
long thrust took the whole of my hot dick inside him. I felt his body
shiver in excitement.

I looked into his adoring eyes as I began fucking him slowly and I realised
that I was both his father and lover for that night of joy. Then I fucked
his horny man-cunt fast and furious until my cock emptied my load of cum
deep inside him. His body shivered with bliss again and my dick throbbed in
ecstasy.

My cock slipped out of him and I pushed three fingers up his rectum and got
my head down on his huge erect penis and I sucked him hard. I heard him
give out a long moan as his cream filled my mouth and I swallowed it
greedily.

We slept together every night for weeks on end until his grandma passed
away.  Then I lost him since his mother needed him to move in with her
again and help her out with the household expenses. We still have good
feelings for each other.


Now that I was alone again, I had time to reflect on my past life. I knew
that I liked men more than women from the age of five but it wasn't until I
was eleven and attending summer camp that I found out what a "homosexual"
was and I realised that the term applied to me.

I fell in love with my best friend John in high school but, afraid of
losing his friendship, I couldn't risk telling him how I felt about him.
Then, just after I turned eighteen, I found out that he felt the same way
about me. It all happened one night at a gay pub that I secretly went to
now and then.

After a few drinks at the bar, I felt a hand on my shoulder which made me
turn around. I found out that the hand belonged to my pal John.

"Do you come here often?" he asked me with a smile.

"Yes," I replied honestly, "I'm gay and I like the atmosphere."

"Me too," he said softly.

He put his arm around me and I sighed with relief that we had come out to
each other. That night we made love for the first time and it was
wonderful.  I found out that Jon was very much a "top" and his thin nine
inch cock was soon deep inside me. Our love making was much more than a
sexy grind in the sack. It was real love at last. I really cared about John
and he cared about me.

Jon came from a family far richer than mine and he had very patrician
looks.  He was tall and thin with a handsome oblong face, an aquiline nose
and piercing blue eyes. His laugh was quite naturally evil and he laughed a
lot.

We went to different universities after high school but luckily they were
in cities close by each other so that our romance continued through our
college years. We worshipped each other's bodies most nights and always at
weekends.  We were faithful to each other until, after graduation, our jobs
took us to far apart locations.

We made sure to get together several times a year even when we were into
other relationships. We would just fall into bed with each other and make
passionate love for hours on end as if we had never been apart. Then, in
1992, I got a letter from Jon's father telling me that my handsome
boyfriend had died after a short illness. I was devastated by my loss.

After that I got involved in further relationships with a string of guys
but none of them lasted as long as the one Jon and I had had. I seemed to
have a talent for falling in love with real bitchy bastards who cheated on
me and abused me in more ways than one. After the last one ended in
violence, I became wary of falling for anyone again and I relied on brief
encounters to keep my cock and pucker happy. But then I met up with a sweet
young guy called William.  He just came into my piano bar one night on his
own and sat down and listened appreciatively at my piano. I couldn't take
my eyes off his handsome face. He had movie star looks and he was only in
his early twenties.

When I finished the number that I was playing, he asked me if he could sing
a song. In my experience a guy with his kind of looks who fancied himself
as a singer invariably turned out to be tone deaf. And if he could sing and
looked that good, what would he be doing slumming at a piano bar?

He pressed on and suggested that he iang "Bring Him Home" from "Les
Miserables". That's such a difficult number to sing and I just thought that
he would make a mess of it. But I indulged him and he proceeded to knock me
and my audience of our collective feet.

That song had never been sung so well. He had the voice of an angel. Then
he asked me for a couple more songs that I knew and his performance
confirmed that he was a beautiful and talented young man.

He hung around until the bar closed and I found out that he lived in Dade
County which is a good hour's drive away. I found out that he shared an
apartment with his mother. Hell, any horny thoughts that I had for him
faded.  Probably I would never see him again.

But I was wrong: he became a regular once a week visitor to my bar and his
singing was a joy to both myself and my customers. He would always stay
until the bar closed and he helped me carry my music bag to my car. I was
scared at my feelings for him. I just didn't want to get into another
relationship that would hurt me again.

Then one night, he told me that he was hungry and he invited me to an all
night diner. I went along with him and we talked until the small hours.
Just talking with him was an intimate experience. We had so much in
common. I fell in love with him that night.

We repeated the experience week after week before he told me that he was
buying a condo in Fort Lauderdale to be closer to me. I thrilled at the
thought but I didn't believe him. What could a young like him see in a
middle aged man like me?

But I was wrong again. The next week he called me at home and invited me to
his new place only a few minutes drive from my own. I went over with a
bottle of wine and rang his doorbell. His door opened and I thrilled at my
darling admirer. He was dressed only in see-through black boxer shorts.

I gulped at the sight of his huge dark nipples and his massive thick long
cock. He pulled me into his lobby and pushed his tongue into my mouth. God
it was the softest tongue that I had ever sucked. Then he undressed me and
he grabbed my stiff cock and pulled me up to his bedroom.

He pushed me down on his bed and pulled off his boxers to let me see his
huge ten inch cock that was beer can thick. I opened my legs for him to
take my cherry and my slack tube took all of his cock with ease. Then he
fucked me again and again until he screamed out with pleasure. I felt his
cock throb and throb inside me and my own dick exploded in organism.

And after many minutes of touching and kissing, my cock swelled again and
it knew that it wanted to fuck this sweet guy. He opened his legs for me as
I plunged my meat inside him and I fucked and fucked him until his body
shivered with satisfaction.

We've been together now for nigh on two years and there's no sign of us
splitting up. My tube and his cock fit perfectly together and we have our
music in common. I know that he loves me as much as I do him because we're
getting married next week at our local gay church. We are going to London
for our honeymoon and then he'll move into my place so that we can spend
the rest of our lives taking care of each other in every way possible.

I thank the Lord for sweet William and pray that He looks down on us
approvingly.

Richard Allen

If you liked my story, mail me at excaliber1021439@aol.com.