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  • Conducting a loving symphony

    • Rehearsal had run late the first night Robert had joined the orchestra. He had just moved to town from Philadelphia where he was accustomed to getting out on time. Robert felt a bit frustrated and as he exited the building, he casually asked me, "Maestro, do all your rehearsals run late?"

    "No, of course not. This is the first time this year." I responded courteously.

    Robert was relieved. He liked the other instrumentalists he'd met and didn't want to start out on a bad foot. Besides, moving to a larger city with an internationally respected orchestra, and then being selected a second stand, first violin, was no small achievement. He was moving up in the world and he knew it.

    Of course, Robert had other assets of which he could be mightily proud. As he came in for his audition, he sat on his chair, no music in front of him and performed a spectacular piece by Berlioz. I was deeply impressed with his virtuosity. I knew I had to give him a position that was commensurate with his skill. Of course, the thought of him being in the front row of violins with the package he was showing as he sat down for his audition was simply icing on the cake. The lump he created as he prepared to play was significant. I couldn't imagine how the fabric of his pants didn't rip wide open when he sat down. I figured he had big balls and a small dick, since often when a man shows well, it's all plums and no banana.

    Robert must have really enjoyed playing because when he stood up after he completed his piece, there was a sizable snake slithering its way across his hip. It appeared to be enormous. I couldn't believe how wrong I was in my assumption.

    He saw that I had noticed and flushed slightly. He tried to adjust his pants, but that just made it worse. Unless I was imagining it, there was a small wet spot discoloring the cotton fabric where the head of his dick had found its way. He quickly put his violin in its case, closed it, thanked me for my time and left. I'm certain he figured he'd never hear from me again. He was so incredibly wrong. My orchestra contractor said Robert was genuinely thrilled to hear he had been selected for the orchestra.

    At our next rehearsal, Robert appeared to be rushed and flustered. He was barely on time, but was prepared by my first downbeat. The rehearsal went really well and I was able to end right on time. Timeliness was important since these were union musicians. Late means money.

    Although Robert played well all night, he was clearly preoccupied. Trying to be a good music director, I asked Robert about his preoccupation. He expressed his appreciation for my concern but said that it was nothing and left.

    At our next meeting, he approached me before rehearsal and apologized for his brusque behavior. He again said how much he appreciated my concern and went on to volunteer that the evening of our last rehearsal, the person with whom he'd been involved for the last several years had informed him they were going to separate.

    I said how sorry I was to hear that and asked him if he was all right. Robert told me that he was not really all right, but that eventually he was sure he would be fine. I put my hand on his shoulder and said that if he ever needed to talk, he could certainly call. He thanked me and left it at that.

    After about three months of working together, on a night when we didn't have rehearsal I heard the telephone ring. I answered it and was surprised to hear Robert's voice on the other end of the line.

    "Hello, Maestro. This is Robert. Do you have a minute?"

    "Certainly, Robert. What can I do for you?"

    There was a brief pause before he continued. "A few months ago, you said that if I needed to talk I could call. I really don't know many people here and I was wondering if it would be too much of an inconvenience to chat for a bit."

    "Not at all. I actually have a free evening. Would you like to meet somewhere or maybe you'd like to come to my home?"

    I've been conducting for twenty-five years, and since I'm working for a large company, I do very well. My home is spacious and well-appointed by most people's standards. It is, however, a very large house for just one person. I've been single for nearly eight years and have missed having the companionship of a special man in my life. It's not as though I have been celibate, but often it is very close to that.

    At five foot six inches tall and two-hundred pounds, I am, for some, an acquired taste. Many have told me that my eyes are riveting and my smile engaging, but in nearing my fifties I am, by gay standards, beyond my prime.

    About half-past seven, the doorbell rang. On the other side of the etched glass of the front door I saw Robert in a charcoal grey suit, beautiful grey shirt, blue and grey tie and black overcoat. Apparently, he'd just come from somewhere more formal. I couldn't imagine where.

    "Welcome, Robert," I said as I opened the door. "Come in, please." I tried to make him feel as welcome as possible.

    He smiled shyly, shook my hand, and stepped into the house. I took his overcoat and invited him into the living room.

    "Can I get you something to drink?"

    "A scotch, if you have it."

    "Of course," I assured him.

    As we sat down to chat, he began telling me how in the last several months he had become distracted because he found himself on the dating scene and after some reflection, didn't really want to date most of the people he went out with.

    Robert is an incredibly handsome man. At five foot nine inches tall, his broad shoulders, strong arms and Mediterranean features showed him to be someone about whom many would fantasize. Adding to that fact was his evidently prominent package that to many might be a compelling calling card to potential suitors.

    I asked him why he didn't want to see the people he'd met. He went onto explain that there was someone he was already interested in. I explained that even though people break up, it doesn't mean that the interest is lost. We miss that person and wish we could still be with them.

    "It isn't my ex- that I want, though. Although I was surprised by how it happened, I was happy when we broke up. Our time together was over," explained Robert.

    "Then I assume you've met someone new in whom you have a strong interest?"

    "Yes, I do. The only problem is that this person is someone at work."

    "That is a challenge, isn't it? Most people believe it's better to avoid office romances."

    "Yes, they do. I have found myself in an unusual situation, however, in that it is not in an office that I have found this person. It is at rehearsal."

    "I see," I said simply. There was something in Robert's tone that made me believe he was not just confiding in me as a mentor. There was something very specific about the reason he was addressing his concerns to me.

    After winding down his meandering path he finally said the words.

    "Maestro, I have taken an intense and serious interest in getting to know you better."

    I was flabbergasted. I couldn't imagine why this attractive thirty year old man would take an interest in me. I was dumbfounded.

    "I find you extremely attractive Robert, but I am your conductor. I have never been involved with one of my players before. I have a very firm policy about"

    Before I could finish my sentence, Robert leaned over to me and kissed me. His kiss was passionate and compelling. There was no backing away. There wasn't even time for me to get my bearings. I simply responded in kind. I kissed him with everything in me. My arms slid around his back and I held on as he continued to press his lips firmly and rhythmically against mine.

    After some time, he finally leaned back and said, "Frank, I'm not leaving tonight without your agreeing to see me. In fact, if you'll have me, I'm not leaving tonight at all."

    How could I say no to this beautiful, talented and genuine man?

    "Stay," was all I could muster.

    I took his hand and walked him to my bedroom. I began unbuttoning his shirt slowly, kissing his hairy chest and nipples as his shirt fell from his shoulders to the floor like a silk scarf from an elegant lady's neck.

    He had his hands in my hair pulling me closer to him. He began slipping my sweater over my head. I worked my way back up to his face to kiss him again. He looked at me in my eyes and saw my very spirit peering back. Our kiss was full of intention and intimacy.

    I felt his hands reach for my belt buckle. He fumbled with the clasp and soon both my belt and my pants were undone, falling to the floor leaving me standing there in nothing but my grey boxer briefs. A small wet spot developed on the front of them that Robert found as he started fondling my cock through the cotton shorts. His hand wrapped around my shaft and he began a steady stroking of my meat.

    I reciprocated the action and soon his pants were in a heap on the floor as well. We stepped out of our clothes, leaving nothing but our shorts on. Robert was amazing to look at. His body was firm, thick and hairy. His olive complexion in the soft light of my living room looked like plush velvet. His nipples were dark and large, tightening from his excitement. His cock was once again strapped to his hip by his tight white boxer briefs. I could almost see his dick pulsating. The head of his cock was meaty and prominent in the profile. Robert's balls were massive, like two large plums in a grocery sack.

    Robert drew me into his arms and kissed me again. His hips ground into mine in a seductive rhythm. His arms held my lower back close to him, and I was glad about that because there were moments when I thought I would simply pass out from the thrill of kissing him. I couldn't wait another moment. I slipped my thumbs under his waistband and slid his underclothes off his beautifully tapered hips and full, round ass. As I did so, I felt the soft hair that covered his melon-like glutes. Furry orbs are a personal fetish of mine, so this discovery sent me even further over the edge.

    Feeling his enormous shaft pressing firmly against my thigh, I began sliding down his body until the head of his monster was grazing my lips. I opened them only slightly before the tip of his cock began slipping insistently into my wet mouth. "Mmmmmm," was all Robert could muster as his thick slab of man meat slid into my waiting cavern. Immediately, I began my piston-like action on his dick, my slippery lips firmly, evenly sliding over the entire length of his manhood. I made sure my lips pressed strongly on the corona of his cockhead while my tongue flicked on his penile frenulum. Each time I did this, his body would involuntarily shudder in ecstasy. I could feel his ass doing slow, tight contractions as he fucked my face, making sure each inward movement caused his shaft to penetrate my throat as deeply as possible. With his thick nine inches, it was no small challenge to have him pumping away at my throat, but I was loving every minute of it.

    "God, I'm going to cum, Frank! I'm going to cum!" His spasms began with a quickly rising intensity that caused him to gasp and grunt in a passionate frenzy. His semen slammed into the back of my throat as though it was hurled out of a cannon at close range. The amount of jism in each shot was huge. It was as though he hadn't cum in weeks or months. There were at least eight thick ropes of his life force that pummeled me from the inside.

    After he had begun to breathe normally again, and I had moved up in the bed to lay on his chest, he whispered to me, "Frank, I have never felt so good in all my life. This is truly a dream come true for me."

    I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It wasn't too long before I had another surprise coming. He leaned over to kiss my lips and his passion took him on a journey down my body. He began sucking on my painfully erect cock. His oral manipulation of my hard meat was perfect in every way, both in rhythm and in pressure. As someone who was normally a bottom, I rarely had the pleasure of having a man take me in his mouth like this. I thought that having him suck my cock was an incredible gift. It was overwhelming when I realized that he was sliding on top of me, placing my seven inch dick at his rear opening. He spit on his hand, lubed up his tight rosebud and as he pressed downward, I slipped right in. I couldn't imagine how tight he was. Certainly, my unusually thick cock was the subject of most of my partner's deep concern, but, Robert took it like a man, moaning, wincing a little bit, but starting his ride in earnest very quickly after making sure I was in to the hilt.

    It wasn't long before I felt my own climax beginning. I had seen that Robert had gotten hard all over again, so as he rode my dick, I grabbed his cock with one hand while I played with his nipple with my other. As I began my orgasm, Robert, too, had his second climax. My cum was buried deep inside of him and his was all over my face, chest and stomach.

    As the climax resolved, he laid next to me, touching my still stiff nipples and hairy chest.

    "This is all I want, Frank. You are all I want."

    "I believe we have written more than a sexual tune. We have composed a loving symphony."

    We still work together; only now, we carpool from the same address. It's been an incredible four years and I am looking forward to another forty.Rehearsal had run late the first night Robert had joined the orchestra. He had just moved to town from Philadelphia where he was accustomed to getting out on time. Robert felt a bit frustrated and as he exited the building, he casually asked me, "Maestro, do all your rehearsals run late?"

    "No, of course not; this is the first time this year." I responded courteously.

    Robert was relieved. He liked the other instrumentalists he'd met and didn't want to start out on a bad foot. Besides, moving to a larger city with an internationally respected orchestra and then being selected a second stand, first violin, was no small achievement. He was moving up in the world and he knew it.

    Of course, Robert had other assets of which he could be mightily proud. As he came in for his audition, he sat on his chair, no music in front of him and performed a spectacular piece by Berlioz. I was deeply impressed with his virtuosity. I knew I had to give him a position that was commensurate with his skill. Of course, the thought of him being in the front row of violins with the package he was showing as he sat down for his audition was simply icing on the cake. The lump he created as he prepared to play was significant. I couldn't imagine how the fabric of his pants didn't rip wide open when he sat down. I figured he had big balls and a small dick, since often when a man shows well; it's all plums and no banana.

    Robert must have really enjoyed playing because when he stood up after he completed his piece, there was a sizable snake slithering its way across his hip. It appeared to be enormous. I couldn't believe how wrong I was in my assumption.

    He saw that I had noticed and flushed slightly. He tried to adjust his pants, but that just made it worse. Unless I was imagining it, there was a small wet spot discoloring the cotton fabric where the head of his dick had found its way. He quickly put his violin in its case, closed it, thanked me for my time and left. I'm certain he figured he'd never hear from me again. He was so incredibly wrong. My orchestra contractor said Robert was genuinely thrilled to hear he had been selected for the orchestra.

    At our next rehearsal, Robert appeared to be rushed and flustered. He was barely on time, but was prepared by my first downbeat. The rehearsal went really well and I was able to end right on time. Timeliness was important since these were union musicians. Late means money.

    Although Robert played well all night, he was clearly preoccupied. Trying to be a good music director, I asked Robert about his preoccupation. He expressed his appreciation for my concern but said that it was nothing and left.

    At our next meeting, he approached me before rehearsal and apologized for his brusque behavior. He again said how much he appreciated my concern and went on to volunteer that the evening of our last rehearsal, the person with whom he'd been involved for the last several years had informed him they were going to separate.

    I said how sorry I was to hear that and asked him if he was all right. Robert told me that he was not really all right, but that eventually he was sure he would be fine. I put my hand on his shoulder and said that if he ever needed to talk, he could certainly call. He thanked me and left it at that.

    After about three months of working together, on a night when we didn't have rehearsal I heard the telephone ring. I answered it and was surprised to hear Robert's voice on the other end of the line.

    "Hello, Maestro. This is Robert. Do you have a minute?"

    "Certainly, Robert. What can I do for you?"

    There was a brief pause before he continued. "A few months ago, you said that if I needed to talk I could call. I really don't know many people here and I was wondering if it would be too much of an inconvenience to chat for a bit."

    "Not at all; I actually have a free evening. Would you like to meet somewhere or maybe you'd like to come to my home?"

    I've been conducting for twenty-five years, and since I'm working for a large company, I do very well. My home is spacious and well-appointed by most people's standards. It is, however, a very large house for just one person. I've been single for nearly eight years and have missed having the companionship of a special man in my life. It's not as though I have been celibate, but often it is very close to that.

    At five foot six inches tall and two-hundred pounds, I am, for some, an acquired taste. Many have told me that my eyes are riveting and my smile engaging, but in nearing my fifties I am, by gay standards, beyond my prime.

    About half-past seven, the doorbell rang. On the other side of the etched glass of the front door I saw Robert in a charcoal grey suit, beautiful grey shirt, blue and grey tie and black overcoat. Apparently, he'd just come from somewhere more formal. I couldn't imagine where.

    "Welcome, Robert," I said as I opened the door. "Come in, please." I tried to make him feel as welcome as possible.

    He smiled shyly, shook my hand, and stepped into the house. I took his overcoat and invited him into the living room.

    "Can I get you something to drink?"

    "A scotch, if you have it."

    "Of course," I assured him.

    As we sat down to chat, he began telling me how in the last several months he had become distracted because he found himself on the dating scene and after some reflection, didn't really want to date most of the people he went out with.

    Robert is an incredibly handsome man. At five foot nine inches tall, his broad shoulders, strong arms and Mediterranean features showed him to be someone about whom many would fantasize. Adding to that fact was his evidently prominent package that to many might be a compelling calling card to potential suitors.

    I asked him why he didn't want to see the people he'd met. He went onto explain that there was someone he was already interested in. I explained that even though people break up, it doesn't mean that the interest is lost. We miss that person and wish we could still be with them.

    "It isn't my ex- that I want, though. Although I was surprised by how it happened, I was happy when we broke up. Our time together was over," explained Robert.

    "Then I assume you've met someone new in whom you have a strong interest?"

    "Yes, I do. The only problem is that this person is someone at work."

    "That is a challenge, isn't it? Most people believe it's better to avoid office romances."

    "Yes, they do. I have found myself in an unusual situation, however, in that it is not in an office that I have found this person. It is at rehearsal."

    "I see," I said simply. There was something in Robert's tone that made me believe he was not just confiding in me as a mentor. There was something very specific about the reason he was addressing his concerns to me.

    After winding down his meandering path he finally said the words.

    "Maestro, I have taken an intense and serious interest in getting to know you better."

    I was flabbergasted. I couldn't imagine why this attractive thirty year old man would take an interest in me. I was dumbfounded.

    "I find you extremely attractive Robert, but I am your conductor. I have never been involved with one of my players before. I have a very firm policy about"

    Before I could finish my sentence, Robert leaned over to me and kissed me. His kiss was passionate and compelling. There was no backing away. There wasn't even time for me to get my bearings. I simply responded in kind. I kissed him with everything in me. My arms slid around his back and I held on as he continued to press his lips firmly and rhythmically against mine.

    After some time, he finally leaned back and said, "Frank, I'm not leaving tonight without your agreeing to see me. In fact, if you'll have me, I'm not leaving tonight at all."

    How could I say no to this beautiful, talented and genuine man?

    "Stay," was all I could muster.

    I took his hand and walked him to my bedroom. I began unbuttoning his shirt slowly, kissing his hairy chest and nipples as his shirt fell from his shoulders to the floor like a silk scarf from an elegant lady's neck.

    He had his hands in my hair pulling me closer to him. He began slipping my sweater over my head. I worked my way back up to his face to kiss him again. He looked at me in my eyes and saw my very spirit peering back. Our kiss was full of intention and intimacy.

    I felt his hands reach for my belt buckle. He fumbled with the clasp and soon both my belt and my pants were undone, falling to the floor leaving me standing there in nothing but my grey boxer briefs. A small wet spot developed on the front of them that Robert found as he started fondling my cock through the cotton shorts. His hand wrapped around my shaft and he began a steady stroking of my meat.

    I reciprocated the action and soon his pants were in a heap on the floor as well. We stepped out of our clothes, leaving nothing but our shorts on. Robert was amazing to look at. His body was firm, thick and hairy. His olive complexion in the soft light of my living room looked like plush velvet. His nipples were dark and large, tightening from his excitement. His cock was once again strapped to his hip by his tight white boxer briefs. I could almost see his dick pulsating. The head of his cock was meaty and prominent in the profile. Robert's balls were massive, like two large plums in a grocery sack.

    Robert drew me into his arms and kissed me again. His hips ground into mine in a seductive rhythm. His arms held my lower back close to him, and I was glad about that because there were moments when I thought I would simply pass out from the thrill of kissing him. I couldn't wait another moment. I slipped my thumbs under his waistband and slid his underclothes off his beautifully tapered hips and full, round ass. As I did so, I felt the soft hair that covered his melon-like glutes. Furry orbs are a personal fetish of mine, so this discovery sent me even further over the edge.

    Feeling his enormous shaft pressing firmly against my thigh, I began sliding down his body until the head of his monster was grazing my lips. I opened them only slightly before the tip of his cock began slipping insistently into my wet mouth. "Mmmmmm," was all Robert could muster as his thick slab of man meat slid into my waiting cavern. Immediately, I began my piston-like action on his dick, my slippery lips firmly, evenly sliding over the entire length of his manhood. I made sure my lips pressed strongly on the corona of his cockhead while my tongue flicked on his penile frenulum. Each time I did this, his body would involuntarily shudder in ecstasy. I could feel his ass doing slow, tight contractions as he fucked my face, making sure each inward movement caused his shaft to penetrate my throat as deeply as possible. With his thick nine inches, it was no small challenge to have him pumping away at my throat, but I was loving every minute of it.

    "God, I'm going to cum, Frank! I'm going to cum!" His spasms began with a quickly rising intensity that caused him to gasp and grunt in a passionate frenzy. His semen slammed into the back of my throat as though it was hurled out of a cannon at close range. The amount of jism in each shot was huge. It was as though he hadn't cum in weeks or months. There were at least eight thick ropes of his life force that pummeled me from the inside.

    After he had begun to breathe normally again, and I had moved up in the bed to lay on his chest, he whispered to me, "Frank, I have never felt so good in all my life. This is truly a dream come true for me."

    I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It wasn't too long before I had another surprise coming. He leaned over to kiss my lips and his passion took him on a journey down my body. He began sucking on my painfully erect cock. His oral manipulation of my hard meat was perfect in every way, both in rhythm and in pressure. As someone who was normally a bottom, I rarely had the pleasure of having a man take me in his mouth like this. I thought that having him suck my cock was an incredible gift. It was overwhelming when I realized that he was sliding on top of me, placing my seven inch dick at his rear opening. He spit on his hand, lubed up his tight rosebud and as he pressed downward, I slipped right in. I couldn't imagine how tight he was. Certainly, my unusually thick cock was the subject of most of my partner's deep concern, but, Robert took it like a man, moaning, wincing a little bit, but starting his ride in earnest very quickly after making sure I was in to the hilt.

    It wasn't long before I felt my own climax beginning. I had seen that Robert had gotten hard all over again, so as he rode my dick, I grabbed his cock with one hand while I played with his nipple with my other. As I began my orgasm, Robert, too, had his second climax. My cum was buried deep inside of him and his was all over my face, chest and stomach.

    As the climax resolved, he laid next to me, touching my still stiff nipples and hairy chest.

    "This is all I want, Frank. You are all I want."

    "I believe we have written more than a sexual tune. We have composed a loving symphony."

    We still work together; only now, we carpool from the same address. It's been an incredible four years and I am looking forward to another forty.


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