Taken for a Ride - Sex Stories

Taken for a Ride

The orchestra and choir were breaking up in Luxembourg City's Cathedral of Notre-Dame after a particularly ethereal performance of Faure'sRequiem, enhanced by the echoey acoustics of the cathedral's stone interior and vaulted ceiling. The young, yet highly talented second-chair violinist, the handsome reddish-blond American, David Graves, sought out the even more talented tenor soloist for the work, the dark, sexy young Frenchmen, Peter Antoine. Peter was chatting with a couple of the singers and a few who had been in the audience, but as soon as he saw David approaching, he broke away from them and turned and smiled at the young violinist.

"So, this is farewell, is it, David?" He asked as David approached him.

"For now, at least, unless you'd like to go somewhere for the afternoon."

"I would love to, of course," Peter said, "but I have a train back to Paris this afternoon."

"And I guess I need to go on to Cologne," David said. "I've signed on to play in Gustav Holst'sThe Planets there in the cathedral next weekend."

"These cathedrals are great places to give concerts, aren't they?" Peter said. They were both a little nervous, neither knowing quite how to break it off. They had found each other almost too late, having gone drinking together two nights previously, then having found a room in a cheap hotel, and, finally, finding out that they made great music together in the sheets.

"Yes, they are. It's too bad that--"

At the same time Peter was ...

... saying, "I'm sorry we only--"

"So am I," David quickly agreed. "So am I."

"So, what will you do now, go right on to Cologne or stay here for a few days? How will you manage? I know you're short on money."

"I'll go back to busking with my violin at the train station, I suppose," David answered.

"You can't make hotel and meals money doing that, I don't think," Peter said. "You're quite good and versatile on the violin, but--"

"I found it depends where at the train station you stand to busk," David said, with a mischievous smile. "As I was told in Amsterdam before arriving here, there's a low wall outside the train station entrance that's a pickup spot for men looking for younger men. I found as soon as I got here that if I busked with my violin at that wall, I had no trouble getting hotel and meals money."

Peter laughed. "That's an interesting way to do your European tour, I suppose. I'm glad you can so readily rely on your good looks. I know I've had my pleasure with you. If you're ever in Paris. And, here, give me your cellphone and I'll give you mine. We'll exchange numbers."

"I'm too much on the move to have a number I can give you now, but, yes, let me put your contact number in. I should be in Cologne for a week starting April 1st. I can send you a number when I get there."

"That would bemerveilleux--wonderful," Peter said, his countenance turning a bit wary. "But be a bit circumspect. Be sure it's me before saying anything compromising over the ...