The Blue Guitar - Sex Stories

The Blue Guitar

... he calls himself Paul for the same reason I don’t call myself Hermes. We grew up together in Greece. Both of our families came to America when we were fifteen.” “ Apollo.” Orrin raised his eyebrows. “Wasn’t Apollo the god of music and poetry?” “ Yes.” Hermes laughed. “I see you know your mythology.” Orin studied the man's face and thought about the unusual names. He noticed the stubble on the man’s chin, his thin mustache and wire-rimmed glasses, but then he looked down at the guitar he was holding and couldn't resist plucking the strings a few more times. He loved the sound and the vibrations. He closed his eyes and strummed gently with his thumb and felt transported, oblivious to the way Hermes was looking at him. He opened his eyes and handed the guitar back to Hermes and said he had to go. “ Listen, Orrin, come back tomorrow. I will talk to my friend…maybe we can work something out. I’m usually closed on Sundays, but I’ll be here. Come at noon.” As Orrin left, Hermes returned the guitar to the window, and Orrin took one final look at it then walked back to their house, which was actually his mom’s boyfriend’s house. The guy’s name was Jeffrey and he was ten years older than Orrin’s mother. He was a building contractor, who had several men working for him and was a pretty decent guy. Not many men would take in a woman with a twelve year old son, but Jeffrey had invited Orrin’s mom to come visit, and a few weeks after that they were all living in Roxboro. The next day was ...

... Sunday and Orrin went back to the music store at noon, saw the closed sign on the door and thought it was strange that Hermes had told him to come back. He stood in front of the window and stared at the blue guitar, wondering what could possibly be worked out since he knew his mom had no money for a guitar. Just then, the front door opened and Hermes invited him in. When Orrin entered, he saw another old man with a white beard and wearing a black Greek fisherman’s cap on his head. He was sitting on a piano bench and when he saw Orrin, he smiled and looked into Orrin’s eyes. “ So you're interested in my blue guitar.” Those were his first words. No hello, no introduction, but Orrin figured he must be Apollo. “ Yes, I don’t know anything about guitars, but I liked holding it,” Orrin said, glancing up at Hermes standing next to him. Apollo turned to his friend. “Bring us the guitar, please,” then looked back at Orrin. When Hermes handed it to him, Orrin cradled it in his arms and plucked a string and immediately felt that tingle again. He looked up and noticed the strange way Apollo was looking at him. Orrin looked away and plucked the string again. He held his finger there, then moved it up a little and felt the sound vibrate through his whole body—the same strange sensation he’d felt the day before. Apollo and Hermes didn’t say anything but just listened to Orrin plucking and strumming the strings. After a few moments, Apollo put up his hand for him to stop and looked at Orrin ...