Summer Love Box Set

Drowning in Neptune’s Pool-3

I was in a much better mood at work the following week.

“If I didn’t know any different, I’d say you got laid,” Corey commented as he worked on the books for Pete.

“Nope.” I put the pool cleaning tools away from my last job of the day.

“So it must be music-related then,” he replied.

I grinned as I walked over to my desk. “You got it. Met a guy in my building. New in town. He has the most awesome skills on the fiddle I’ve ever heard, anywhere. We hit it off, had an impromptu jam session. It was a riot.”

Corey chuckled as he typed away on the computer. “You sound like you want to have his babies already.”

I blushed. “Stop it. We connected because of the music, that’s all.”

“Sure it is.”

I ignored him and checked the messages. So I liked the guy. What of it? Can’t I appreciate another musician and leave it at that?

As it was the end of the day, I waved goodbye to Corey and headed home. As I put my key in the lock of my apartment door, I felt my cell phone buzzing in my pocket.

I waited until I had dropped my backpack on the couch before checking the screen of my phone. My heart skipped a beat. It was a text from Landry.

Practice tonight at my place?

Sure, I sent back. Eight P.M.

He replied with a thumbs-up.

I put the mobile back in my pocket and made a quick meal. After that, I showered and dressed in my nicest jeans and a T-shirt that had Johnny Cash’s picture on the front. I grabbed my banjo and some sheet music and made my way down to Landry’s place. I knocked on the door, and it opened seconds later.

“Hey, man,” Landry greeted me, his smile as bright as ever.

Did I mention the hazel eyes that drew you in?

He stepped back to let me inside, and I entered his apartment. It was a cool setup, with a few guitars, Landry’s fiddle, and a violin in one corner. Sitting near the instruments was a guy I’d never seen before.

So…not a one-on-one session. I mentally shrugged it off. At least I’d get to play.

“Hovis, this is Jimmy,” Landry said as the new guy and I shook hands. “He’s the banjo player I told you about.”

“Nice to meet you,” I said as I sat on one of the stools. He smiled and nodded.

Landry continued, “Hovis works in the music department at the school, and he had nothing better to do tonight than hang out with us. I hope you don’t mind?” Landry asked.

I didn’t mind. Well, I did, a little, since I’d wanted it to just be the two of us. But Landry had extended the invitation, so what could I say, really? Maybe I’d misread his signals.

“It’s fine. What do you play, Hovis?”

“Most stringed instruments. Tonight I brought a mandolin.” He lifted it up so I could see it.

“Nice.” I turned to Landry. “So how do you want to do this?”

“I have some suggestions, but I’m sure you do, too. How about we decide on the music, then go from there?”

“Okay.”

Landry and I spent the next fifteen minutes deciding on pieces, with an occasional comment from Hovis. At least no one was pushy or had an agenda. It made a nice change for what I’d been used to with my old band.

Once we’d finalized our list, the three of us got to work on the music. It was a blast. At the end of two hours, Hovis said he had to go, since his drive home was at least forty-five minutes. After that, Landry and I played around for another hour or so, then called it quits.

“Man, this has been great. I haven’t felt this kind of energy in a while, even with my old group, though it had been fun while it lasted,” I said.

“Me, too,” he replied, staring at me a little longer than I thought was necessary.

I cleared my throat. “So is Hovis a permanent addition to this thing? We’re still just keeping it small and fun, right?”

“Oh, yeah. I just thought it would be cool to have him along, you know?”

But you didn’t ask me first. At the same time, who was I to complain?

* * * *

When we played the next Friday on the roof along with Hovis, it was dynamite. It turned into a mini-concert. Landry’s presence drew me like no one had ever done before. My attraction to him was almost too intense. I wanted him, badly.

By the end of that night, I was tired, horny, and elated, all at the same time. Hovis, Landry, and I took bows to the enthusiastic crowd and played a few encores. We even got tips, though we were playing for free.

People surrounded us, wanting to shake our hands, but most of them focused on Landry. I couldn’t fault them. The man was something to behold, and when he played, he was like a god. Hovis left shortly after that, and as much as I wanted to hang out with the fiddle player, I needed to get some rest. I left him with the fawning mob and went back to my apartment.

In the shower a while later, my c**k was hard at the thought of the enigmatic musician. I soaped up my d**k, pulling hard on it as I saw Landry in my mind’s eye. His muscles flexed in his arms as he moved with his instrument. He bit his lip and closed his eyes whenever he hit an excruciatingly beautiful note.

I f****d my fist, wishing it was his mouth as I pumped my hips to the point of no return. My balls drew up at the base. Then I lost it, groaning out my release as I thought of plunging down his throat again and again.

Legs weak, I finished showering and headed for bed. As I lay there, I had the fleeting thought that Landry could be special, but would anything happen besides mild flirtation? He was friendly with everyone, after all.