Date: Tue, 12 Jul 2005 17:54:51 EDT From: CNJBoi00@aol.com Subject: Keiths Choir College Expereince-Chapter 5 Copyright 2005-Tenor LK. This story is about 2 men creating a romantic bond that will include sexual activity...If you are uncomfortable with this activity, you should click the back button on your browser's toolbar now and not read on. Furthermore, if you are under the age of 18 (or 21 in some states and areas) and are on this site you should also do the same...although; it is your hide...if you read on...it's your fault...not mine! Keith's Choir College Experience Chapter 5 By Tenor LK Piano...by far my favorite and worst instrument. I was waiting outside Erdman 12, the room where the Piano Proficiency exams were being held. Steve, being the awesome guy he is, was there with me, holding my hand, because I started to freak out. I have always played piano for fun, never because I thought that I would ever play in a concert, or God forbid, accompany a singer. The door opens..."Ah, Keith Atkins...We're ready for you..." The room looks so welcoming...2 pianos, in this office painted in a very warm feeling red room. The two teachers stood to greet me as I sat down at the piano. "So, Mr. Atkins, have you ever played piano before?" the lady said. "Ah, yes...I've taken lessons for two years" "Oh, Good. Let's hear you play a D Major scale, 2 octaves, both hands, up and down." And I start; I make it all the way up without a stop or problem. It's always coming down that I constantly forget to cross my ring finger over the thumb while playing with my right hand, and I did that, in each spot of the D Major scale following down the scale. They seemed pleased however. "Ok, we need you to now play a harmonization to this tune." What, what...WHAT!!! A harmonization of a melody that I haven't seen before...as they hand me the sheet, and I take a quick look at it, I soon realize that it's "Mary Had a Little Lamb', and I quickly calm down, and complete the harmonic exercise. "Ok, now, will you please play your prepared piece?" I start the Sonatina. As I'm playing I'm looking up to see their faces and I can't tell whether they are pleased, or if they are wondering how I was allowed into the school. So, about 4 minutes later, I play the last note and look up...to smiles. "Thank you Mr. Atkins. You will find out the results on Advisor Day." And that was it...I walk out, and Steve is there, smiling. "I heard you play that Sonatina better then you did in the practice room. It was great." "Thanks...Let's get out of here." The rest of the week was...just...awesome! Orientation was a blast, given the fact that we were pelted with all sorts of placement tests. Of course, I ended up needing to take an advanced Piano class...I didn't think I would pass out of it completely, but I did manage to clear most of it from the schedule. Steve and I grew together. After hearing him play a private concert for me, I asked him if he wouldn't mind being my accompanist for the year. He agreed, and it made sure that we would always have at least 2 hours a week where we would musically learn a lot from each other. Choir was a blast those first few days, learning my role as a section leader, and how to contribute to the choir as a singer. About the third week of school, the entire school went on break while the Symphonic Choir went to perform in New York with the NY Philharmonic. And since Chapel Choir (the freshman choir) wasn't rehearsing, I had a brilliant plan. "Steve, I think that I'm gonna spend the rest of break at home." He looked completely crestfallen, like I had stabbed him in the back, "Why? Can't you just stay here and be with me...I promise I won't bite...hard!" "Well, yeah, but don't worry...I'm taking you with me...you know, a sort of vacation...we'd be alone...at the beach, considering it is late September...but its not too cold to sit on the beach for most of the day...it would be perfect." "Now that you put it that way...it sounds awesome! When do you want to go?" "Now, the car is packed, and I already snuck in your room to pack you a bag earlier today...let's go!" Of course, I had a smile on my face at this point, waiting for him to ask me when we were leaving. I had this planned for about a week in advance, when Dr. J (Chapel Choir Conductor) told us that we wouldn't have any rehearsals this break. The house was ready and waiting for us, Mom and Dad were going to be there when we got in, but would be leaving for their own "special" vacation. "That's why I'm missing my sandals", he said, reaching for me. But...in my normal, speedy self, quickly darted out of the way, but I was shocked at his next move, pinning me against the door...which led to a very quick, passionate make-out session before grabbing my keys and heading out the door. So we got in the car, and we were off down I-195 headed towards the shore. It's a quick hour's drive to my house, which is only 10 minutes away from the beach. If I knew my mom well enough, she had already stocked up the fridge with all of my favorite foods and beverages (my mom was awesome about allowing us kids to have a little "wine" before our prime), so we were set. Arriving at the house, Steve's jaw dropped. "Oh my God, this place is awesome!" "Yeah, its just home to me" I don't think that my house is impressive at all, it is huge though, but that's just because my mom always liked having a place with lots of rooms. The house had 4 bedrooms, spanned two floors, with a huge entertainment room, game room, and normal living room for entertaining my Fathers endless amount of business guests. The entertainment room contained my two favorite toys, our grand piano and a mini recording area...where I could sing endlessly then listen to myself so I could improve my technique! "K baby, you have to remember that I'm from the Midwest...we don't have the ocean as our backyard!" "Well I don't either...but it does help that it's down the street!" We quickly unpacked the car and changed to get down to the beach quickly before sunset. To be honest, this was the first time Steve and I were in each other's presence, naked. Not that I or he were prude or anything, but just that we didn't really want to rush things, and secondly...there was never time for any of the hanky-panky play I hear other students having in dorm rooms as soon as they get to College, The CC was trying to train us for life, and they demonstrated that fact as soon as we walked in the door! The beach was quiet and deserted for a Monday in September...just what I wanted. I laid my head on Steve's bare chest watching the sun go down. "I'm so glad that we are here...thank you so much for thinking of this K...It's so awesome" "No problem...I want this week to be so special between us...from beginning to end." I reached up to kiss him at that, and the kiss was incredible...it led to touching and feeling each part of his body...I had become obsessed with him, his tight swimmers frame body...wanting to ravish him for days, weeks...all coming to surface now, there was no one to interrupt, to fear finding out...he was trapped here, with me. "Let's continue this inside the house" I said. Steve grabbed the blanket, and carried it back to the house. It took us about 10 minutes to walk to the beach, but maybe about 6 to walk back...I guess it has to do with being excited... But once we were within the house...things got hot and heavy...very fast. I locked the door once we were in and led him to my bedroom. Knowing what was to happen on this night, the room was already set up, since I had dear old mom prepare it for me...I really owed her big-time, because my room exquisite. As per my order, mom had my room literally covered in small, white, votive candles which were already lit. My bedroom, which is an off white wall color, looked beautiful with the same color bed dressings, and of course, the bed was covered in red rose petals. Sitting on the dresser was a small white box, which I could only hope was the gift I planned on giving Steve that night. In the background, there was romantic piano music playing...which I had selected from CD's and MP3's that I had with me at school. I had mailed a CD home to my Mom with my favorite tracks burned earlier in the week. "Oh my God...when did you do all of this?" Steve said, looking as if he couldn't breathe. "I had some help...come...enjoy all that is here with me...tonight is all about us...why don't we start with a shower?" Walking into my bathroom (again all in off-white...I just love the creamy, color that it is, so I went crazy with the color in my room when the house was built while I was in High School) there were more lit votives, and blood red terry cloth towels sat out. I undressed Steve, as undressed me, kissing tenderly the entire time, and I led him into the shower. I love my shower water almost scalding hot, so I allowed him to set the water to his favorite temperature, and I stepped in with him. I took the loofa (you know, the lather thingy...as I heard it called in a Zest commercial) and squeezed some lavender scented body wash into it and washed his body, from head to toe, taking special care of washing around his most "intimate" parts of his body. He followed suit and did the same to me...once we were complete, he reached for me and kissed me deeply, (I almost fell...thank god the shower wall was there to protect me...as well as Steve's arm) and he led me out of the shower. We dried off, helping each other, and I led him towards the bedroom once again. I had him sit with me on the bed. "Steve...I want you to tell me if I do something that you aren't comfortable with...I care about you, and I don't want you to hurt in any way...ok?" "Keith, I know you...you would never hurt me...come here tiger...make mama feel special!" I laughed as I got on the bed with him...I kissed him from the top of his head, straight down his nose, to his lips, neck, chest, stomach, until I reached his now hard, swollen cock, which had been waiting for me. I couldn't help myself...I went for it, and took the head in my mouth. As I was sucking him, teasing the head of his cock, Steve was murmuring and encouraging me the entire time...letting me know how appreciative he was of my so called `talents'. He moved and reached my cock, and started tugging on it, making me buck into his hand...I could tell he had great feeling for what drives a guy wild, he lightly touched the head of my cock and stroked it like it was gold. I soon felt the urge to go for the gold; I reached for the condoms in the dresser as well as lube. As I pulled them out Steve had let go of me, and watched with a poise I had never seen him with before...a passion, desire, burning within him, to please, to make me feel special, as I had as well for him. I lubed one of my fingers up, and slid it in his ass, and he went wild. "Aww, Keith, that's so hott...keep fingering my hole..." How could I not respond to his desperate plea? As I fingered him, I inserted a second and third finger...and his hole stretched around the fingers, keeping its ultra-tight, warm to the touch fit. I had reached for the condom, when I felt my hand swatted away. "Let me put it on you", Steve said, and pulled the condom out of its wrapper. He then inserted it in his mouth, and slid it on my cock with his teeth and mouth...I strongly suggest you allow a hot guy to give you this pleasure...I almost lost my load watching, and feeling this sensation! He then led my cock to his waiting hole...and inserted it in slowly...the look pure pleasure on Steve's was so inviting...so rich, I had to allow him to enjoy every inch of me sliding into him, probing deeper and deeper into his body...when I had reached filled him up, he looked into my eyes, and nodded letting me know he was ready...and I started pumping in and out of his body. We just seemed to move together, in unison for that while that we were together...our bodies connecting and moving...of course, all good things must come to an end, and this as well, I pushed and pumped increasingly harder, we became louder with our reactions to what we felt going on, and not to long after with a me literally digging my way though his body, I released deep into the condom, filling it full of my spunk. We didn't move for about a minute, enjoying the post orgasmic bliss we were in, I finally pulled out of him, and removed the condom. He looked at me again, and simply said, "I love you Keith." What else could I say to that but, "And I love you as well Steve." Spooning each other, we quickly fell asleep...feeling nothing else but love and respect for each other. Author's Rant: OMG! I can't believe I wrote my first sex scene...I feel like a popped a cherry today! LOL! Please let me know what you think about this chapter...it took a lot out of me to write a lot of this particular part of the story...this was in fact my first time...every detail...I can't help it...I'm such a romantic...so was the guy I was dating at the time. If you would like to receive updates about KCCE, or leave me comments and suggestions, by all means, e-mail me at CNJBoi00@aol.com. Copyright 2005-Tenor LK. This story is about 2 men creating a romantic bond that will include sexual activity...If you are uncomfortable with this activity, you should click the back button on your browser's toolbar now and not read on. Furthermore, if you are under the age of 18 (or 21 in some states and areas) and are on this site you should also do the same...although; it is your hide...if you read on...it's your fault...not mine! Keith's Choir College Experience Chapter 5 By Tenor LK Piano...by far my favorite and worst instrument. I was waiting outside Erdman 12, the room where the Piano Proficiency exams were being held. Steve, being the awesome guy he is, was there with me, holding my hand, because I started to freak out. I have always played piano for fun, never because I thought that I would ever play in a concert, or God forbid, accompany a singer. The door opens..."Ah, Keith Atkins...We're ready for you..." The room looks so welcoming...2 pianos, in this office painted in a very warm feeling red room. The two teachers stood to greet me as I sat down at the piano. "So, Mr. Atkins, have you ever played piano before?" the lady said. "Ah, yes...I've taken lessons for two years" "Oh, Good. Let's hear you play a D Major scale, 2 octaves, both hands, up and down." And I start; I make it all the way up without a stop or problem. It's always coming down that I constantly forget to cross my ring finger over the thumb while playing with my right hand, and I did that, in each spot of the D Major scale following down the scale. They seemed pleased however. "Ok, we need you to now play a harmonization to this tune." What, what...WHAT!!! A harmonization of a melody that I haven't seen before...as they hand me the sheet, and I take a quick look at it, I soon realize that it's "Mary Had a Little Lamb', and I quickly calm down, and complete the harmonic exercise. "Ok, now, will you please play your prepared piece?" I start the Sonatina. As I'm playing I'm looking up to see their faces and I can't tell whether they are pleased, or if they are wondering how I was allowed into the school. So, about 4 minutes later, I play the last note and look up...to smiles. "Thank you Mr. Atkins. You will find out the results on Advisor Day." And that was it...I walk out, and Steve is there, smiling. "I heard you play that Sonatina better then you did in the practice room. It was great." "Thanks...Let's get out of here." The rest of the week was...just...awesome! Orientation was a blast, given the fact that we were pelted with all sorts of placement tests. Of course, I ended up needing to take an advanced Piano class...I didn't think I would pass out of it completely, but I did manage to clear most of it from the schedule. Steve and I grew together. After hearing him play a private concert for me, I asked him if he wouldn't mind being my accompanist for the year. He agreed, and it made sure that we would always have at least 2 hours a week where we would musically learn a lot from each other. Choir was a blast those first few days, learning my role as a section leader, and how to contribute to the choir as a singer. About the third week of school, the entire school went on break while the Symphonic Choir went to perform in New York with the NY Philharmonic. And since Chapel Choir (the freshman choir) wasn't rehearsing, I had a brilliant plan. "Steve, I think that I'm gonna spend the rest of break at home." He looked completely crestfallen, like I had stabbed him in the back, "Why? Can't you just stay here and be with me...I promise I won't bite...hard!" "Well, yeah, but don't worry...I'm taking you with me...you know, a sort of vacation...we'd be alone...at the beach, considering it is late September...but its not too cold to sit on the beach for most of the day...it would be perfect." "Now that you put it that way...it sounds awesome! When do you want to go?" "Now, the car is packed, and I already snuck in your room to pack you a bag earlier today...let's go!" Of course, I had a smile on my face at this point, waiting for him to ask me when we were leaving. I had this planned for about a week in advance, when Dr. J (Chapel Choir Conductor) told us that we wouldn't have any rehearsals this break. The house was ready and waiting for us, Mom and Dad were going to be there when we got in, but would be leaving for their own "special" vacation. "That's why I'm missing my sandals", he said, reaching for me. But...in my normal, speedy self, quickly darted out of the way, but I was shocked at his next move, pinning me against the door...which led to a very quick, passionate make-out session before grabbing my keys and heading out the door. So we got in the car, and we were off down I-195 headed towards the shore. It's a quick hour's drive to my house, which is only 10 minutes away from the beach. If I knew my mom well enough, she had already stocked up the fridge with all of my favorite foods and beverages (my mom was awesome about allowing us kids to have a little "wine" before our prime), so we were set. Arriving at the house, Steve's jaw dropped. "Oh my God, this place is awesome!" "Yeah, its just home to me" I don't think that my house is impressive at all, it is huge though, but that's just because my mom always liked having a place with lots of rooms. The house had 4 bedrooms, spanned two floors, with a huge entertainment room, game room, and normal living room for entertaining my Fathers endless amount of business guests. The entertainment room contained my two favorite toys, our grand piano and a mini recording area...where I could sing endlessly then listen to myself so I could improve my technique! "K baby, you have to remember that I'm from the Midwest...we don't have the ocean as our backyard!" "Well I don't either...but it does help that it's down the street!" We quickly unpacked the car and changed to get down to the beach quickly before sunset. To be honest, this was the first time Steve and I were in each other's presence, naked. Not that I or he were prude or anything, but just that we didn't really want to rush things, and secondly...there was never time for any of the hanky-panky play I hear other students having in dorm rooms as soon as they get to College, The CC was trying to train us for life, and they demonstrated that fact as soon as we walked in the door! The beach was quiet and deserted for a Monday in September...just what I wanted. I laid my head on Steve's bare chest watching the sun go down. "I'm so glad that we are here...thank you so much for thinking of this K...It's so awesome" "No problem...I want this week to be so special between us...from beginning to end." I reached up to kiss him at that, and the kiss was incredible...it led to touching and feeling each part of his body...I had become obsessed with him, his tight swimmers frame body...wanting to ravish him for days, weeks...all coming to surface now, there was no one to interrupt, to fear finding out...he was trapped here, with me. "Let's continue this inside the house" I said. Steve grabbed the blanket, and carried it back to the house. It took us about 10 minutes to walk to the beach, but maybe about 6 to walk back...I guess it has to do with being excited... But once we were within the house...things got hot and heavy...very fast. I locked the door once we were in and led him to my bedroom. Knowing what was to happen on this night, the room was already set up, since I had dear old mom prepare it for me...I really owed her big-time, because my room exquisite. As per my order, mom had my room literally covered in small, white, votive candles which were already lit. My bedroom, which is an off white wall color, looked beautiful with the same color bed dressings, and of course, the bed was covered in red rose petals. Sitting on the dresser was a small white box, which I could only hope was the gift I planned on giving Steve that night. In the background, there was romantic piano music playing...which I had selected from CD's and MP3's that I had with me at school. I had mailed a CD home to my Mom with my favorite tracks burned earlier in the week. "Oh my God...when did you do all of this?" Steve said, looking as if he couldn't breathe. "I had some help...come...enjoy all that is here with me...tonight is all about us...why don't we start with a shower?" Walking into my bathroom (again all in off-white...I just love the creamy, color that it is, so I went crazy with the color in my room when the house was built while I was in High School) there were more lit votives, and blood red terry cloth towels sat out. I undressed Steve, as undressed me, kissing tenderly the entire time, and I led him into the shower. I love my shower water almost scalding hot, so I allowed him to set the water to his favorite temperature, and I stepped in with him. I took the loofa (you know, the lather thingy...as I heard it called in a Zest commercial) and squeezed some lavender scented body wash into it and washed his body, from head to toe, taking special care of washing around his most "intimate" parts of his body. He followed suit and did the same to me...once we were complete, he reached for me and kissed me deeply, (I almost fell...thank god the shower wall was there to protect me...as well as Steve's arm) and he led me out of the shower. We dried off, helping each other, and I led him towards the bedroom once again. I had him sit with me on the bed. "Steve...I want you to tell me if I do something that you aren't comfortable with...I care about you, and I don't want you to hurt in any way...ok?" "Keith, I know you...you would never hurt me...come here tiger...make mama feel special!" I laughed as I got on the bed with him...I kissed him from the top of his head, straight down his nose, to his lips, neck, chest, stomach, until I reached his now hard, swollen cock, which had been waiting for me. I couldn't help myself...I went for it, and took the head in my mouth. As I was sucking him, teasing the head of his cock, Steve was murmuring and encouraging me the entire time...letting me know how appreciative he was of my so called `talents'. He moved and reached my cock, and started tugging on it, making me buck into his hand...I could tell he had great feeling for what drives a guy wild, he lightly touched the head of my cock and stroked it like it was gold. I soon felt the urge to go for the gold; I reached for the condoms in the dresser as well as lube. As I pulled them out Steve had let go of me, and watched with a poise I had never seen him with before...a passion, desire, burning within him, to please, to make me feel special, as I had as well for him. I lubed one of my fingers up, and slid it in his ass, and he went wild. "Aww, Keith, that's so hott...keep fingering my hole..." How could I not respond to his desperate plea? As I fingered him, I inserted a second and third finger...and his hole stretched around the fingers, keeping its ultra-tight, warm to the touch fit. I had reached for the condom, when I felt my hand swatted away. "Let me put it on you", Steve said, and pulled the condom out of its wrapper. He then inserted it in his mouth, and slid it on my cock with his teeth and mouth...I strongly suggest you allow a hot guy to give you this pleasure...I almost lost my load watching, and feeling this sensation! He then led my cock to his waiting hole...and inserted it in slowly...the look pure pleasure on Steve's was so inviting...so rich, I had to allow him to enjoy every inch of me sliding into him, probing deeper and deeper into his body...when I had reached filled him up, he looked into my eyes, and nodded letting me know he was ready...and I started pumping in and out of his body. We just seemed to move together, in unison for that while that we were together...our bodies connecting and moving...of course, all good things must come to an end, and this as well, I pushed and pumped increasingly harder, we became louder with our reactions to what we felt going on, and not to long after with a me literally digging my way though his body, I released deep into the condom, filling it full of my spunk. We didn't move for about a minute, enjoying the post orgasmic bliss we were in, I finally pulled out of him, and removed the condom. He looked at me again, and simply said, "I love you Keith." What else could I say to that but, "And I love you as well Steve." Spooning each other, we quickly fell asleep...feeling nothing else but love and respect for each other. Author's Rant: OMG! I can't believe I wrote my first sex scene...I feel like a popped a cherry today! LOL! Please let me know what you think about this chapter...it took a lot out of me to write a lot of this particular part of the story...this was in fact my first time...every detail...I can't help it...I'm such a romantic...so was the guy I was dating at the time. If you would like to receive updates about KCCE, or leave me comments and suggestions, by all means, e-mail me at CNJBoi00@aol.com.