I saw with a shock that my boss Tony was lying on his back on the carpeted steps, playing his sax.

It was not that he was lying on his back playing a sax that was shocking – it was that he was lying there playing a sax completely nude, his lithe, beautiful body seemingly as one entity with the gleaming brass instrument. He was wailing away, to an apparently recorded accompaniment that I could barely hear, and was totally immersed in his music-making. His eyes were closed, with his killer lashes dusting his cheeks as he blew the sax. He was half-sitting, half-reclining on the steps, with his cute little butt on the bottom step, and his legs spread wide. The cold brass instrument was resting on his groin, riding just on top of the base of his hard cock, which was standing straight and proud out in front of him, with his low-hanging nutsack splayed out below!

I stood there open-mouthed and actually drooling, watching his taut six-pack abs get even tighter as he played, then expanding along with his strong, lean-muscled chest as he drew deep breaths to sustain the tone. His shoulders and biceps were tensed as he supported the instrument and his hands flashed along the keys, weaving intricate patterns of both sound and fleshly movement, as he brought out an incredibly expressive series of notes from his instrument. His bright red nipples were standing straight out from the forest of long black hair that covered his chest and upper body, rushing like a waterfall down between his rounded pecs and outlining the abs below it, until it merged into the delta of his pubes. Watching his hands fly through the changes was like watching a ballet dancer’s feet, and he gently rubbed the top of his hard dick with the bottom bell of the sax as he played. His dick was not that large – 6 or 7 inches – but it was uncut, and the cojones below it were more than generous, showing great promise of much seed and many children.

I had both hands on the doorframe to support myself, as the weakness in the knees that took me earlier when I was massaging his shoulders returned. Without my touching it, my own dick sprang up, hard and fast out in front of me. As I watched, he played a series of chords that strove to a higher and higher plateau of pitch, and then fell back, only to rise up again and go one note further before falling back. The rhythm of this rise-and-fall action took on a sexual connotation when he moved the instrument so that his hard cock was not underneath the bell, but behind it, and he was stroking the bottom of his dick at the base, just above his huge and swelling balls, which were drawing up higher and tighter with each ascension of the musical figure.

Finally, every muscle in his strong body tensed as he blew a swirling series of ascending figures that squeezed every ounce of oxygen out of his mortal tissues. As his solo melody reached a triumphant, long, sustained high note, he pressed his sax down on the base of his cock and shot his wad – I could see the long, ropy spurts of creamy white semen as they streamed out from behind the sax, and rained on the floor all around him. He shot and shot and shot, and each shot was accompanied by a laughing, triumphant high-note figure on the sax.