A young Hungarian musician named Gellert shares anecdotes about his professional career and his private love life. He may play the recorder, also known as the blockflute, but he's no blowhard. With a becoming modesty, he recounts encounters which are by turns tender, impassioned, and sordid. Perhaps, as he says, most people don't think of the recorder as a particularly "butch" instrument. But our narrator is very sure of his masculinity, and he has no difficulty performing to the complete satisfaction of other virile men. Gellert cultivates a dulcet tone when he performs on his musical instruments, but there's nothing delicate about him when he "plays" for his own pleasure, getting together with his fellow musicians, and other likeminded men, for recreational sex. Restraint and good taste are virtues in the concert hall. They can be counterproductive during a gay debauch!
