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Kevin had developed a bizarre fetish for classical music. It started with his girlfriend in high school. She was a Mozart fanatic, playing that stuff while doing homework, driving her car, and making out with Kevin. They ended up breaking up when Keven admitted he preferred Baroque music over Mozart's "overly-refined crap." This also marked a temporary end to his concert attendance. He felt too uncomfortable going by himself. None of his guy friends wanted to go with him, telling him, "Going to a classical concert with guys is gay." Kevin's father wouldn't go with him either. "What are you, queer?" He asked him. None of these people had ever been to a concert before, but they seemed to all know something he didn't. So Kevin had to wait until he went off to college before trying to go to another concert.
During the fall of his freshman year, he found out there was a music college in the same city as his university. They had postings of concerts almost every day of the week. It listed large orchestral works at the end of each week. It was peace on Earth for Kevin. The only problem was, he still didn't want to go by himself. Worst yet, there weren't too many girls around to convince into going with him. Kevin's intentions were noble, but all the girls believed he was trying to get in their pants. However, Jerome, Kevin's friend in the dorms, overheard him complaining one day and volunteered to come along.
Jerome was a bright young man
from Provincetown, MA. He always had girl buddies around him, but Kevin
never saw him taking preference to any of them. He liked to lift and had
built up a strong body. Unfortunately, Jerome didn't know much about classical
music. "I know a little, I guess." He told him, "I have some Bach .mp3's."
But Bach was Baroque, and that was all Kevin needed to feel reassured.
So come Saturday night, they went to a concert being performed by music
students.
Although it wasn't necessary, they both dressed up for the occasion. Kevin's standards for "dressed up" was a suit and tie, but Jerome's was blue polyester and tight pants. "Aw come on, it's all I had." he kidded with Kevin. Of course, Kevin still comprehend the situation, given Jerome's dress and his Old Spice. They got the programs and sat down in the back of the first level, in the dark. Kevin shrugged after he managed to read the program -- no Baroque tonight.
The last movement of the first piece was Grieg's The Hall of the Mountain King. Jerome leaned over to Kevin and said, "Well hey, I know this one." His breath smelt of mint. Kevin nodded and looked back at the performance, kind of uncomfortable that Jerome didn't lean back into the middle of his own seat. He took the break between movements to go to the bathroom and get away for a moment.
He plopped back in his seat right when the string section was finishing tuning themselves. Jerome leaned back over and asked, "So, what is next?"
"Umm, Sinfonia da Requiem by ... Britten." He said, fumbling with the pamphlet as he read it. The requiem was a harsh song; it is funeral music for orchestra. It was so dissonant, you wouldn't know if they were screwing up. But Kevin did. Why were the violins, in particular, playing so soft? He was fixated on it while Jerome stroked Kevin's right arm.
"This is very harsh." Jerome whispered into Kevin's ear. Kevin was frightened about what was happening now. He knew he should not have gone with another man. All his friends, and even his own father told him what happens when you go to a classical concert with another man. You will catch the gay. The music was reaching the first of the climaxes when Kevin found Jerome's leg touching his.
Now this was an odd piece to be doing this kind of thing to. More odd was how Jerome seemed to be aware of the climaxes in the music. At the darkest moment, he moved his face between the orchestra and Kevin's head. Kevin tried to move out of the way, but Jerome moved in closer. Right before a collision, Jerome closed his eyes and opened his mouth wide. His mouth hit Kevin's like a plunger. He scrambled to get away, but Jerome had pinned him down with his large, strong body.
Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, he could feel Jerome's tongue feeling for his mouth. Finding the lips, the tongue insisted on entering. The clenched teeth provided resistance. Kevin could not stand breathing the same air as this guy. Jerome's nostrils let out deep huffs as his hand wandered down between Kevin's thighs. There we go -- that opened up his mouth. Kevin tried to scream, but the tongue lunged in, gagging him with its pervasive force.
Jerome pulled out soon thereafter. "I'm sorry," he said, "I didn't know it was your first time." Kevin couldn't say a word. "Next time, I'll be more gentle."
"Um, yeah." Kevin said, "I have to . . . use the bathroom now. Bye."
Kevin thought back on his father's wisdom while vomiting in the toilet. He could still taste Jerome in his spit. He tried to throw up more, but ran out of puke. He sat there through the rest of the concert, until Jerome came in to get him.
"Hey." he said. Kevin tried to ignore him.
"The last one was great, but it's time to go now."
"Sure." Kevin said. They went out to his Jeep, and Jerome tried to reassure him. "I'll make it up to you. We'll go to Krispy Kreme."
"Promise?" Kevin asked him, and he smiled. While driving out of the city, Kevin's hand wandered over the center console. Jerome casually met it with his right hand, without saying a word. "It is a great feeling, really." Jerome told him, "You'll grow to like it."
At
the end of the year, Kevin introduced Jerome to his father and his high
school friends. They were engaged the winter after. So that should be a
lesson to you. If you're a guy, and you plan to go to a classical concert
with another guy, don't. All of your friends are right when they tell you
it's gay. You don't want end up like Kevin, do you???
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