I heard somewhere that classical music is gay 🙂 I had to laugh but there might be some truth to that as it seems the biggest most dedicated fans of classical music aren’t so confined by cultural roles – which is pretty queer. I have a straight friend who can talk hockey stats & Met performances with the same eagerness.The lives of classical composers is a different matter. Thanks to changing cultural definitions of homosexuality, to legal matters (write a concert & stay closeted, or be prisoned if you come out & never write music again). Several major composers have had their private letters, diaries, destroyed after death to keep their reputations unsullied. Others have flaunted their heterosexuality to the thrill of fans.So in some cases we speculate – gay revisionism of the past – the less known about a composer’s romantic life the more suspect their sexuality becomes – Beethoven (even his race is supressed)? Schubert? Schubert is the focus of today post. Like many my introduction was the Trout Quintet, which is charming & bubbly but my absolute favourite is the string quartet ‘Death & The Maiden.’Thanks to MHS I did acquire his nearly complete piano music – dances, waltzes, sonatas – all easy to listen to, some with strong emotional pull. His lieder came later to the collection – a bit more demanding to listen to – Trout comes from one of his lieder. The male voice makes for a delightful trout as it splashes in the melody.
I have boxed sets of his Symphonies, The Last Four Quartets, & Works for Violin & Piano. He sometimes hits the over-the-top romanticism of Tchaikovsky – but is for the most part restrained. The Quartets are emotionally compelling, demanding & delightful. Listening it’s often clear there was an emotional turmoil in his private life he needed to express.We only have rumours of his romantic life, not proof as his personal papers were either lost or destroyed after this death. All we can do is read between the notes & regret a history lost to shame?
Confessions of a dick pig 2
“You want that don’t you.” He squeezed my dick, pushing my sweats down to free it.
“It’s not as if I really came up here for a cup of coffee.”
We laughed and he let me go. “Let’s get out of these uncomfortable things.”
By now my eyes were accustomed to the dim. He was sitting on the edge of the bed and hurriedÌly pulling off his shoes, socks, shorts. Standing I did the same.
He stretched back holding his dick out to me, “You want this don’t you. I knew when I looked at you in the gym that you were a dick pig.”
“We’re all dick pigs if it’s the right dick.” I walked over to the bed and stood with his legs between mine. My hand squeezing my own balls.
He leaned forward and pulled my cock into his mouth, down to the root. I put a hand on his head and held him there as his tongue worked along my shaft. He tried to pull away but I held him firmly. “You like to choke a little don’t you.” Keeping firm hold of him I pushed him back on the bed so that I could fuck his mouth. This excited him so much that he began to jerk himself off. Our hands fought as I tried to keep fucking his mouth while stopping him from beating his meat. “This is all mine.” I told him.
He abruptly grabbed my ass, hefted me up a couple of inches and settled my balls in his mouth. I could feel his unshaven chin chafing my asshole and he pulled and tugged on my big loose balls. I reached back and grabbed his heavy dick and held it gently in my hand. His hands were on my shoulders twisting me around and pushing me down onto him, “I knew you wanted it. Now take it.”
His dick was in my mouth. I breathed deeply the muggy salty smell of his workout sweat. “Oh yeah take it and take it you dick pig.” He was holding my head as I had held his. His hips thrusting his cock in and out of my hungry mouth. I wanted him to stop so I could just eat at his cock. I let it slip out of my mouth briefly to tell him “Keep still a minute.”
“How can you with that … “
I shut him up by shoving my cock in his mouth. We both groaned and relaxed, as it were, into the work at hand. The head of his cock was about the ˛same size as mine, not too big, smooth, cut but it thicken as it lengthened so that I couldn’t quite get my hand around the base of it. The shape of it allowed it to slide down my throat without gagging me immediately and was comfortable so move up and down on quickly and fully. It was about an inch too long for me to take every time but I loved the feeling of it’s being just a bit more than I could handle.
“Ah suck that cock you dick pig,” Clive was moaning. “With a bit of practice you can take the whole things. Fuck yeah. Suck it.”
He was licking my cock, gently jerking it, kissing my balls, biting my inner thigh and murmuring with pleasure. “Suck me harder. Press my dick harder with your tongue.” He pulled his cock out so that just the first couple of ¿inches were in my mouth. “Right there. Just swirl your tongue.”
I worked my tongue as he wanted.
“I’m gonna shoot.” he whispered. “Oh fuck yeah I’m gonna shooot.” He pulled his cock out of my mouth and jerked it twice while jerking on mine and I felt the spray of his hot come splashing across my chest. His legs straddling my head with his butt inches from my faces I could see the glute muscles of his ass flexing as he shot his load. I shot my own load and without thinking I pulled his ass to my face, my tongue eagerly seeking his hole. I only had a quick taste before he was moving off me.
“Gotta save something for later baby cakes.” he laughed. “Time for that shower.”
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