started to leave and then turned back to me and said, “Oh, one other thing – I usually can’t sleep without something to relax me, and I don’t watch TV. I do play the sax, and the room next to my bedroom is soundproofed so I can. Sometimes I get a little wild, so if you hear music, it’s just me. If it’s too much, pound on the door at the end of the hall and I’ll shut up.”

I was surprised and said, “Wow – I’d like to hear that.” He looked horrified and said “Oh, no, I don’t play that well, and I don’t play in front of other people. Scares me spitless.” I’d seen him give talks in front of groups of people, so I couldn’t imagine him being that scared of anything, but I said “Oh – ok. Goodnight.” And he closed the door.

After a few minutes, I went down to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash up. Now that I was off the couch and away from his sexy body, I realized how bone-tired I was. I decided against a shower, saving it for the morning. I did what was necessary and went back to my room and stripped for bed. I always sleep in the nude, and the luxurious extra-thread cotton sheets felt like silk next to my skin. I lay there for a while, drifting towards sleep, and wishing that Tony’s cute, furry body was next to me. I had seen him at work in an open-necked shirt often enough to know that he had a lot of very thick, silky, long dark hair all over his chest, and as I said, his rounded pecs filled out a tucked-in polo shirt as nicely as his bouncy bubble butt filled out a pair of tight jeans. I had walked down the corridor behind him more than once enjoying the view immensely, as the seam in the tightly-stretched denim split the crack of his cute little ass just perfectly, lifting and defining each of his hot asscheeks just like a bra lifts a woman’s boobs.

I thought about whacking off, and had somewhat of a stiffie, but decided not to stain someone else’s linens. Just then, I started to hear music – a very HOT sax lick, that reached up higher and higher, and then spiraled down into the depths of some musical vortex.

I was intrigued – I know my jazz sax, and that short lick was getting into Bird territory. I got up out of bed and followed the noise to the room at the end of the corridor. Unlike the other bedrooms, whose doors were to the side as you walked along the hallway, this door faced directly on the corridor, and appeared to be covered in fabric or leather or padded vinyl or something, not natural dark wood as all the other doors and woodwork were. There was a diamond-shaped window in this door – also unlike the other doors – and I could see into the room, which was dimly lit by a couple of torchier lamps and some cove lights up by the ceiling.

The dim light was still enough to see clearly that the room was set up like a small auditorium. I saw a bank of what looked like very expensive – and very efficient – sound equipment on one wall of the room, and a small stage at the other end. The stage area had three carpeted steps leading up to it, and