The Piano Man - Part 2

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

I swallowed down the last of my vodka tonic. I was quite certain that I’d need it to get through the next few minutes, as Tristan began playing a song I recognised, but couldn’t remember.

He stole another glance at me. I’d never seen beauty like it before. He looked even more amazing up close, and the handsome smile on his face sent a shiver of excitement through me. He leaned into the microphone perched above the piano.

“Something a little different tonight, ladies and gentlemen” he said, and his voice sounded like liquid silk as it poured through the entire bar.

He hadn’t even told me what song he wanted me to sing, but I didn’t care about that now. I looked out at the crowd, and every one of them watched me intently. For the first time in my life, I felt like an actual singer, and my body buzzed excitedly as the melody continued.

“Ready?” He asked, slamming his fingers into the keys and creating music that made the place come alive.

I wasn’t ready. I’d just been shoved blindly onto a stage in front of a packed out bar, with a beautiful man I’d never met, to sing a song I barely recognised. Yet, I nodded, and what followed, was nothing short of magical.

“It’s nine o’ clock on a Saturday”.

Five empty glasses sat on the table behind me, though it wasn’t the alcohol that had given me the buzz. I sat there, still unsure whether the last two hours had been a dream, or if we had really just preformed so well that people had lined the streets outside, and stared in at us through the windows.

“Let me guess” a smart looking man in a neat shirt said, approaching me on the stage as I watched Tristan talking to a group of attractive young women who, like the rest of the crowd, were preparing to leave. “You’re in New York for a gig, and you and that wonderful voice ain’t hanging around?”

Every inch of my body still tingled from the excitement. I smiled at the man and shook my head. “I live not far from here” I told him, “and I have no gigs to go to”, I added with a short laugh. His eyes widened.

“Well in that case” he said, and placed another vodka tonic on the edge of the stage. “How would you like to come back next week with Tristan?”

The group of young ladies left, and I expected to see Tristan follow, but the young man sauntered back toward me, and I gulped.

“Yeah” I nodded, “yeah, that would be great”.

The man beamed at me before turning around and herding the remaining patrons from the bar, but my focus was now on the young man who had made this all possible. He sighed contently and leaned against the grand piano before flashing another amazing smile.

“You’ve got a nice voice” he said, and something about getting a compliment like that from a guy like him, made it even better.

“Thanks” I smiled, “you’ve got nice fingers”.

I cringed as soon as I said it, but Tristan laughed and wiggled them. “You’ve no idea” he chuckled, and his eyes followed the women toward the door. I envied each and every one of them.

“So” he continued, “sounds like you’ll be back next week, then?”

“If that’s alright with you” I replied, and he shrugged.

“Everything’s alright with me…”

“Daniel” I told him, and he repeated my name back to me.

A flash of lightning lit the bar and a roar of thunder followed as the rain became even heavier outside. The place was empty now, except for a barman who was sweeping the floor.

“How far away do you live?” He asked.

“A few blocks, you?”

“A few feet”.

I looked up at him. God, he was hot.

“A few feet?”

Tristan cocked his head, and I took it as a sign to follow him. My mind swam as I stood up, and I was quite sure that the alcohol was having an effect on me, now. We both jumped down off the stage and I watched as Tristan plucked a bottle of vodka from behind the bar and continued into the back. I gawped at the barman who didn’t seem to care, and hurried after him, and up three flights of stairs.

“You live here?” I asked, as he pushed open a creaky door.

It reminded me of something from a movie. An old, swanky loft with huge windows from floor to ceiling, and a rustic feel that suited him. A large double bed looked out onto the endless city below, and I couldn’t help but be impressed.

“My dad owns the place” he said, scratching a match and lighting candles instead of turning on the lights. I followed him with my eyes as he lit more, until the room swam in an orange glow. “Beats renting, huh?”

“Yeah” I nodded, noticing an impressive collection of records and one of those old, retro record players.

“Jazz, mostly” he said, walking over to it, “probably nothing you’d know”.

I smiled to myself. “Got anything by Ella Fitzgerald?”

Tristan raised a brow and his lip curled to a smile.

“Or Billie Holiday?” I continued, “though, I do like a bit of Dinah, or even Armstrong”.

I could tell that I’d impressed him.

“I stand corrected” he grinned, and slipped a record down before setting the needle as the infamous scratch sounded. There was something infinitely special about the young man, and as Summertime began to sway through the dark, cosy room, I felt my heart beat a little faster.

“One of my favourites” he whispered, and sauntered toward me in the darkness. “You’ve got good taste, Daniel”.

“So I’ve been told” I breathed, as the stunning young man stood inches from me.

The rain continued to pour down the windows next to us as the music filled the room. He stared deeply into my eyes, and despite the nervousness, I did the same back. He looked as though he was trying to figure something out, and perhaps he did, because a moment later, Tristan kissed me.

His warm hand held my face as his plump lips parted mine. It felt like everything I had always wanted a kiss to be. It was soft, wet, and magical, and I felt myself melt into the wooden floor as it continued.

He took my wrist and guided it toward his chest. His fingers led mine to the buttons of his shirt, and I began to open them as he did the same to me. I became breathless almost instantly, as my fingertips brushed across his solid, bare chest, and moments later, the two of us were topless, and Tristan was walking me back toward his large bed.

“I could see it in your eyes” he whispered, dragging my shoes off as I lay there, looking up at him in the night.

I watched as he ripped his belt off and undone his pants, and I quickly shimmied out of mine and left them fall to the floor as the beautiful pianist crawled onto me wearing only his underwear.

“Kiss me” he said, shoving his tongue into my mouth as I moaned.

His firm, muscular body was warm to the touch. I ran my hand down his solid back until I found the waistband of his boxer briefs, and slipped them over his plump ass. He grabbed hold of my ones, and dragged them down my thighs until my hardening cock slapped out against my groin, and the two of us were naked, just like that.

His lips trailed my cheek, and lower again to my neck. I held his broad shoulders as he sent darts of pleasure through my slender body, and whimpered when his hand reached between my legs and began to touch me in ways I’d never been touched before.

I became fully stiff in his hand. He stroked me as his tongue lapped against my collarbone, and slid back up until I felt his teeth pinch my ear. “You’re beautiful, Daniel” he whispered, squeezing me until I leaked into his palm.

“S… So are you” I managed, thrusting upwards until he flipped me around, and suddenly I was the one on top, and my eyes trailed his magnificent body, until they landed on the half hard rod that lay throbbing across his thigh.

Without thinking, I grabbed hold of it and began to massage the heavy organ. Tristan took a sharp breath, but watched as I stroked him, until beads of pearly pre began to drool from his fat cock head, and I could tease myself no more.

I leaned down and took his cock into my mouth. The delicious flavour of his salty, sharp pre-cum covered my tongue as I swallowed him deeper into my throat. I felt him stretch my lips as he plunged further, and gagged softly a moment later.

“Oh fuck” he moaned, running his strong hand through my hair, “oh that’s fucking amazing”.

More juices poured from him, and I gulped down every drop. It had all happened so fast, but I wasn’t complaining. I bobbed up and down on his large cock, making him moan and gasp as I did. For a moment, I was sure that I’d make him cum, until he flipped me around again, and took his place between my legs.

“Don’t worry” he grinned, as sweat glistened on his forehead, “I’m not a selfish lover”.

I squeezed the bedsheets as Tristan lifted my legs and instantly trailed his warm, wet tongue around the rim of my virgin hole. I let out sounds that I’d never heard before, as my head became filled with clouds of arousal.

He slipped inside me, then teased my rim once more. He kissed, sucked and lipped at my most sensitive area until my entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat, and my heart beat so fast I was certain it would explode.

Tristan continued to work my tight hole with his magical tongue before I felt my sphincter stretch around his finger. He twisted it inside me, whilst still lapping at me, before finally adding another, and prying me open.

Another flash of lightning. Another clap of thunder, and another long moan as he tongue fucked my hole.

Seconds later, Tristan reappeared and adjusted himself so that his lips were once again pressed to mine, but his large cock rubbed against my wet hole.

I kissed him back, tasting the ripe flavours of my own ass as our tongues battled, and he lined his rod up with my opening. I’d never been sure how exactly I’d lose my virginity, but losing it to a man like Tristan, wasn’t the worst thing that could have happened.

He began to edge his helmet into me. The pain was both sharp and hot, and I pulled my ass cheeks further apart to allow him inside. He breathed heavily now, but continued to kiss as he slipped into my bowels, and the pair of us moaned.

“You’re so tight” he breathed, pushing deeper into me. I didn’t reply. I couldn’t reply. I wrapped my legs around his waist and continued to kiss as he fucked me gently, at first, before speeding up moments later.

“Oh god” I whimpered, as his cock punched in and out of my hole. “Oh god, that’s… That’s amazing!”

The sound of his balls smacking against my body echoed through the room as the rain continued to smash against the windows. I held onto him, as though by letting go, I’d somehow lose him. My fingernails scraped across the warm, wet flesh of his back, and every powerful thrust sent explosions of pleasure through my naked body.

It took only a few more minutes before my cock erupted and jets of hot cum squirted up my body, and coated me. I squirmed and gasped as the orgasm rippled through me, and as my hole clenched, Tristan moaned out, rammed me even harder, and gasped as he filled my stomach with his beautiful load.

We both stared at each other as the orgasms passed through us. I could hardly speak a word as he watched me, and then that smile lit his face once more, and I knew that I’d just been introduced to the man who would change my life.